All language subtitles for Hogans Heroes S03E15 The Hostage_prob4.eng

- Wow, so that's what
they're building, Colonel.

- Yep, that's it.

- But why just a few hundred
yards outside of the camp?

- That's easy, the Germans
figure it won't be bombed there.

No,
not from the air.

They're right there.

- All we need is a
long match, really.

- What could be nicer to blow up

than a rocket fueling depot?

- It'll not be that easy.

They'll have guards,
lots of them.

They may even use prison guards.

- Oh, that's gonna
be rough, sir.

I mean, getting past
a man like Schultz?

Could be almost impossible.

- How are we gonna
handle it, Colonel?

- I don't know yet,
it's a little soon.

- As a personal favor, Colonel,

could we blow it
on Bastille Day?

- You know, you can say what
you like about the Nazis,

but anybody that'd put a
rocket fuel depot in our reach

can't be all bad.

- But General von Heiner, you
want to make it easy for them

to blow up the
rocket fuel depot?

- No.

Oh, of course not.

Right, General.

- I want it to appear easy.

- Aha!

That's very clever,
General von Heiner.

Make it appear easy.

- We're setting a trap, Klink.

Do you know why?

- Of course, sir. Why?

- Because there's been much
too much sabotage in this area.

Because they've been
blowing up everything.

And because you have
been sitting

right in the middle of it,

Klink, and doing nothing.

- If I could just
point out, sir, that...

- Absolutely nothing.

- Yes, sir, absolutely nothing.

- Berlin has been forced
to send someone with brains

into the situation.

A clever mind heads this
band of saboteurs, Klink.

It will take one far more
clever to trap them, you see.

- Oh, my compliments to
Berlin for their choice, sir.

- We will be at Stalag 13
tomorrow to review your guards.

Have them ready.

- Extreme readiness,
extreme readiness.

- The depot will be
ready in three days.

After the trap is baited,

we wait...

for the fox.

- Oh!

He has no chance, sir.

No chance at all.

- Dismissed, Klink.

- Thank you, General von Heiner.

- One moment.

- Uh, yes, Frau von Heiner.

- Fraulein and not von Heiner.

- Ah, of course, of course.
Of course.

- Tell me,

at Stalag 13, you're still
holding a, uh, Colonel Hogan?

- Oh, yes.
Colonel Hogan.

He is the senior officer
of the prisoners of war.

- Mm-hm.

- You know this
Colonel Hogan, Marya?

- But of course.

- And I am jealous.

- Oh, but not in the
way I know you, Bobo.

Not in the way I know you.

Well,
until tomorrow.

Now, General von Heiner,

you will notice our
perfect security.

You take away their
hope for escape

and you take away
their will to escape.

They are, they are docile,
sir, completely cowed.

From every other prison camp,
they fly away like birds.

But here, not one escape,
sir, not one escape.

Oh, I do hope when you
have an opportunity...

- Klink, I'm not interested
in the keeper of a jail.

- She is here, mon Colonel!
Marya.

She has come to see me.
- Alright.

- Do you think she
has come to see me?

- Who's with her?
- Some general.

- German general?

- He means nothing
to her, I can tell.

The important thing
is she is here.

- I don't like it.

- You mean the White
Russian, Colonel, from Paris?

- I don't trust her.

- Even if she is married
to him, I trust her.

- Kinch, go tune
into Klink's office.

I want to hear what
this is all about.

- Right.
- Colonel Hogan.

- Uh, later, Schultz,
I'm busy right now...

- Colonel Hogan, you
are wanted immediately

in Kommandant Klink's office.
- Can't make it. Look...

- Not only Kommandant
Klink wants you,

also General
Freidrich von Heiner.

- Why does he want me?
- No one asked for me?

- Why should they?

- Schultz, do me a
favor, wait over there.

I'll be right with you.
- No, no, no, no!

My orders are specifically...

- Okay, I'll let
you in on our plans.

- I'll wait over there.

- Now, listen, this
is for everybody.

There's a very good chance
that we have been sold out

by somebody who knows all
about our operation here.

- Never.
- A very good chance.

I want you to listen
in to Klink's office.

If we've been sold
out, don't wait for me.

Everybody down in
the tunnel and out.

Everybody.

And that's an order.

So long.

- Very nice lady friend
you got there, I must say.

- She is with us completely!

- Then what's she doing
with a Nazi General?

- Slumming?

- Come in, come in.

- Colonel Hogan reporting
as requested, Kommandant.

- At ease.

General von Heiner,
Colonel Hogan.

- Delighted.

And Marya, I believe,
you already know.

- Well?

- It's possible.

You meet so many women
in a place like this.

- You see, Bobo, I told
you, he's a fun person.

- I see.

- Always laughing and singing,

but very cowed, sir.

Very cowed.

- Colonel Hogan, would
you come here, please?

What would you say this is?

- Looks like a map, sir.

- Most amusing.

This is Stalag 13.

And this?

- You tell me.

- This is a rocket fuel
depot, newly constructed.

- You certainly can
read a map, sir.

- Colonel Hogan, let
us play a little game.

You are in contact with
a band of saboteurs

operating in this area.

- Now, General von Heiner,
I can assure you that...

- Your name is Hogan?

- Oh, no, sir. Klink.
Wilhelm Klink.

- Remember that.

- Yes, sir, I shall
remember that. Klink.

- A rocket fuel depot would
offer a most attractive target,

would it not?
- May I ask the General

why you're asking
me these questions?

- Oh, certainly.

Marya has hinted that though
you may be in seclusion here,

you are not exactly
in retirement.

- He forced it from me, darling.

- But General von Heiner, I
can state categorically that...

My name is Klink, yes, sir,
Klink, I shall remember.

- Now you are curious as
to what I intend to do?

- Not if it's top secret, sir.

- Oh, not at all.

The waiting game.

Here is the tempting target.

It might also prove a trap.

One brain against another.

Could it be yours?

- And while we are
waiting, we shall have fun.

Bobo, darling, I am planning
a champagne supper tonight

at the hotel in
Hummelberg, second floor.

- Marya, you know I shall be
at the fuel depot tonight.

- I know.

- Well, if there's
nothing more, General.

- One minute, Hogan.

Klink.

This belongs to you?

What's that, sir?

- A listening device.

Someone is hearing every
word said in this office.

That's impossible!

- We shall have it traced.

- Have it traced, General,
that's a marvelous idea.

- Yes.
- Sergeant Schultz!

- And if it leads where
I suspect it will lead,

the waiting game is over.

Such a pity.

Such a fun person.

- All right, pull! And fast!

- Can you still see it, Schultz?

- Definitely, Herr Kommandant.

It goes under the boardwalk

and now here it comes out

and goes up the pole,

which is very fortunate,

because for a man of
my age and size...

- Never mind, Schultz,
just follow the wire.

- Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!

As you can plainly see,

it goes up the pole

to a point where it

ends?

- How could it end?

- How could it end, Schultz?

- Just there.

It ends.

- Gestapo job, sir?

- Did you say Gestapo?

- Remember that time they were

checking on your loyalty, sir?

- Which time?

Never mind.

It's a Gestapo job,
General von Heiner.

- Perhaps.

- Am I still under arrest, sir?

- No.

You may go, Hogan.

But, um, I'm not,

repeat, not finished
with you yet.

- And neither am I, Bobo.

Neither am I.

- Well?

- Well, what do you think?

- Clark Gable.

- Carter.

- I know Clark Gable.

I've seen every picture.

- To you he's Clark Gable,

but what's he going to
be to General von Heiner?

- I'm gambling that
he's not gonna be there,

just the Russian.

- And she is
definitely on our side.

I feel it.

- LeBeau, I've been
meaning to have

a little talk to
you about girls,

things your mum and dad
should have told you, though.

- I would stake my life on her.

- But what about mine?

- And mine?

- It's kind of a
disturbing thought.

- Yeah, you think just because
she gave you a smile that...

- Oh, come on!

- All right, hold it.

This little visit's
a calculated risk.

Gonna find out how much the
Russian's told von Heiner.

- Nothing.

- Oh, come on.

- Look, being French
doesn't make you a...

- What about the French?

What are you talking about?
- All right, hold it, fellas.

If she's told 'em
everything she knows,

we're apt to end up in
front of a firing squad.

I don't think she's done it
yet, but we've got to find out.

Oh, one thing more.

I appreciated the fact that you
didn't bail out this morning

when von Heiner found the
bug in Klink's office.

But this time if we're
not back by midnight,

evacuate the camp.

That's an order.

- Forget about appearances.

She's with us, I know.

- Yes?

- We're here to fix the sink.

- Oh?

Clark Gable Hogan, come in.

- Shh!
Are you alone?

- Of course.

Where have you been,
Hogan, darling?

I've been waiting and waiting.

- I'm here, too.

- And my small one.

More handsome than ever.

How can I keep my
hands off of you?

- Oh, do not try.

- Let's get down to business.
LeBeau, look out.

- Now?

- I'll make it up to you later.

- I believe you.

- Will you open the
champagne, Hogan, darling?

- I didn't come to
drink champagne.

I came to find out how
much you've told von Heiner

about Stalag 13.

Or how much you
intend to tell him.

- Of course, Hogan, darling,

we will discuss everything.

After the champagne.

- Champagne, LeBeau.

- Ah, oui.

Excuse me.

- A toast.

To victory!

- Victory for who?

Look, let's stop kidding around.

Whose side are you on?

- You don't trust me.

- No.
- I don't know why.

We worked so well
together in Paris.

- I didn't trust
you there either.

- You're jealous of Bobo!

- I couldn't care less.

Now, look, are we
gonna talk or not?

- Of course.

How are you going to blow
up the rocket fuel depot?

- I don't know yet.

And if I did, I don't
think I'd tell you.

- Aha! You will tunnel
under it?

- Is that what you're
gonna tell von Heiner?

- Tell me, Hogan, darling,
why are you so suspicious?

Von Heiner.

- Tell him I'm a plumber.
- Oh, he would never believe

that I would be
kissing a plumber.

- What?

- I'll tell him
you're my brother.

It is my brother!

- I believe you.

But General von Heiner has
just arrived at the curb.

- Oh, let's get outta here.

- Just trust me.

- I do.

- You deserve each other.

- Oh, blimey.
- Get it around.

- Shh.
- Take hold of it, will ya?

- Shh.
- Hey, Carter, do you have it?

Yeah.

I nearly
got a hold of it.

- There she is.
- All right, up.

Easy.

Be careful
of the edge, will you?

- Okay, I have it.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Okay, that's good.
- All right?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Set the timer for 2000 hours.

- 2000 hours, right.

- It'll be during
evening roll call.

I want everyone in plain
sight when that bomb blows.

- Perfect alibi, Colonel?

- Hardly.

Von Heiner might decide to
shoot all of us on suspicion.

- It's all set, Colonel.

Now, I figure we're about

five feet under the
main rocket fuel tank.

So when this thing explodes,

the explosion is gonna go...

- All right, good.

Now, everybody
grab these shovels.

Let's backfill this tunnel.

- Why do that, Colonel?

The explosion will do a
better job than we can.

- Two reasons.

Von Heiner may be
looking for tunnels.

The Russian guessed
we'd work that way.

- She would never in the
entire world do such a...

- Would you be quiet?

The second reason:

Whatever happens,
if they grab me,

and that's very possible,

that bomb goes as scheduled.

And that's an order.

This is one order I want to
make sure is carried out.

If no one can get to the bomb,

nobody's gonna be tempted.

- Sounds like you're
expecting bad news.

- I am.

Now, let's lean
on those shovels.

- War party coming, Colonel!

Von Heiner, Klink,
the girl, and guards!

- Okay, everything out of sight?
- Everything's shipshape, sir.

- All right, just relax.

Don't do anything,
don't say anything,

whatever happens.

- Right.
- Right.

- Achtung!

- At ease.

Colonel Hogan, how nice
to find you at home.

- Yeah, I've been meaning
to have you over, sir.

It seems we never see the
people we really want to see.

That's very good.

- Hey!

- Have you any idea what
they're doing, Hogan?

- I think we can rule
out maid service.

- You can.

These men are experts at
finding escape tunnels,

radios, secret transmitters.

- General von Heiner,

we have never even had
an escape from Stalag 13.

Not one.

- Well, perhaps if we find
what we're looking for,

you may be the first.

- Beyond tearing up our
dream house, General,

what do you have in mind?

- Marya has made the most
interesting suggestion.

- Somehow, Colonel Hogan,
General von Heiner has the idea

that you're connected with

an assault on the
rocket fuel depot.

- Really?

- Mysterious informant.

But since he has these
unfair suspicions,

I suggested you would be
glad to serve as a hostage

at the depot!

- And, uh, just when do I
become a hostage, General?

- At 1800 hours.

Which is, er, right now.

Take him away, Klink.

- Take him away, Schultz!

- Guards!

You will stay here until
you find something.

- If you please, Colonel Hogan.

- Thanks for thinking of me.

- Oh, it was nothing.

- What time is it, Schultz?

- 7:30, which is to
say it is 1930 hours.

I think.

- Let me ask you a
hypothetical question, Schulz.

- No, because it has to do
with you wanting to get out

and you cannot get out.

I cannot get out.

Colonel Hogan, there
are soldiers out there,

real soldiers.

For me it is just a job.

And they have orders
to shoot both of us

if we leave this room.

So my answer is no!

- That wasn't the
question, Schultz.

- No?

- No.

Question of philosophy.

- Oh, philosophy.

- Let's assume you
are going to die

- Soon or not so soon?

- Within the next half hour.

- Colonel Hogan, please.

- Would you want
to be told or not?

- I do not want to talk
about the whole question.

- Okay, just asking.

- Colonel Hogan, you
are planning something.

- Wish I wasn't.

- Within the next half hour?

- You don't want
to talk about it.

- Colonel Hogan!

- Hogan, darling!

- I can think of a lot of people
I'd like to see right now,

but you're not one of them.

- Fight me as long
as you can, darling,

I adore you for it.

- Please, I hate to interrupt,

but I have a rather pressing
problem of a personal nature.

- You are free to leave.

- Oh, how can I
thank you, my love?

- With Hogan.

- They will shoot us both!

- Not if you get General
Heiner's permission.

- Oh, excellent,
a wonderful man.

As a rule, between us,

I do not care too
much for generals,

but General von Heiner, mm.

- Wait a minute, Schultz.

What's the price
for his permission?

- Nothing.

Just the time of the
attack or the explosion.

- Oh, what could be more fair?

- No deal.

- Herr Colonel Hogan!

- You do not trust me.

- Hardly.

- Then I shall have
to convince you.

- Do that, but you'd
better make it fast.

- I guessed that you
would work by tunnel.

By now, the explosive
is already planted, no?

And the time is close?

- Very close!

- Listen, General von
Heiner is waiting outside

for news that you have cracked,

that you are willing to betray
the exact time of the attack.

So, tell me now.

- Why should I?

- Because if you do,
I will get you out.

- Why should I believe you?

- Colonel Hogan, could it
hurt you to believe her?

- He's right.

What have you to lose?

Okay.

This whole place goes
up at 2000 hours, 8:00.

My man haven't had a
chance to get to the bomb,

even if they wanted to.

And there isn't time for anybody
else to get there either.

It goes.

- Just a few minutes?

- That should be enough.

Call General von Heiner.

- I certainly hope the
General is not tied up.

- He is here.

- So, Marya, you
have had success?

- He is willing to sell
his soul for safe conduct

back to his prison
before the battle.

- Granted.

Now, from where they're coming,

when, and how many.

- South side.

From the woods.

- Not too imaginative.
How many?

- About 50 partisans,
armed mainly with rifles.

- No.
And when, tonight?

- Yes, sir.
In about 15 minutes.

- Well, we shall be ready.

Marya, you take cover
until it is over.

- What about me, sir?

- You?

You will stay here, where
I can keep an eye on you.

- You promised safekeeping.

- He's right.

Begging the General's pardon.

- An informer talks
to me of promises?

- Bobo, here he may be
killed by a stray shot.

- So?

- He is a well out of which
much useful information

maybe pumped, later.

- Yes.

Even a worm has a use, huh?

- I should resent
that, but I don't.

- I volunteer to see
the prisoner safely

back to Stalag 13.

- I shall go along.

Best of luck, Bobo.

Oh, will you be in danger?

- A little target shooting.

And Hogan,

if your information is wrong,

I shall be looking for you.

- Yes, sir, you certainly will.

What time is it, Schultz?

- Precisely eight o'clock.

- We'd better join him.

- Schultz!

Hogan!
What's going on here?

What are you doing
on the ground?

- Beautiful, Hogan.
Oh, you're a fun person.

- Why'd you make
it so hard for me?

Why don't you work with
me instead of against me?

- Who cares about rocket fuel?

They're not bombing Moscow with
their rockets, just London.

- Then what were you after?

- We cannot trust Hitler to
shoot all his own generals.

Some we must take
care of ourselves.

- Oh, Bobo.

- Oh, I'm desolate.

Will you kiss me now or later?

- I think I'll make it later.

- Shy.

Desperately shy.

- Herr Kommandant!

Sergeant Schultz reporting as...

- I want answers and
I shall have answers!

The Gestapo, the army,
everybody will be investigating

what happened to the
rocket plant within hours!

- Right, sir.

I wouldn't care to
be in your shoes.

- My shoes?

I definitely saw you and
Schultz on the ground

seconds before the blast,

as if you were expecting it.

Now, I shall include
that in my report.

- I wasn't expecting
it, Schultz was.

- Colonel Hogan!

Herr Kommandant, I...

- ESP, Extra Sensory Perception.

I just found out
about him myself.

The man's remarkable.

- Schultz is?
- Mm-hm.

You'll have to
lose him now, sir.

They'll want him
right next to Hitler.

- Why?

- The best man in the
world to have around

in case of danger.

Well, you make your
report as you see fit.

- ESP, huh?

Amazing.

- Herr Kommandant, you
think if I go to Berlin

I would be in line
for a promotion?

- Schultz, you are
not going anywhere!

We will not mention
this to anyone.

The questioners will
get nothing out of me.

Dismissed!

A command decision.

They could use you
at the front, sir.

- You heard something?

Schultz, did you?

- Herr Kommandant...

I will let you know
when it happens.