All language subtitles for Az ifjú Indiana Jones kalandjai 1.évad 08.rész - A nagy szökés.srt

Get back!

Get back! Move on to the staging area!

Right. Get back.

Move on to the staging area!

Move on to the staging area!

That's right!

Move on to the staging area!

Forward!

Seventh Company.

Twelfth Company.

Ninth Belgian Infantry.

Excuse me, sir?

We have been sent some Belgians,
they'll be attached to the 14th Company.

Go and see what they look like.

It is good to kill with this.

Like carving butter.

Quiet down!

Back in line, Corporal.

- Where is your captain?
- Dead, sir.

Lieutenants?

Dead, sir.

Sergeants?

- Well, who's in charge here?
- I am, sir.

March with the others.
We'll sort this out.

All their officers?

They were hit very hard in Flanders, sir.

Seventy survivors
from a company of 264.

Damn the senior command!

I didn't want a Belgian Company
in the first place.

Certainly not one without officers.

My company can spare a lieutenant.

No company can!

I'm not wasting a French lieutenant
on a bunch of Belgians.

Unless I make a new one.

Bring me Sergeant Moreau.

The Major wishes to discuss
something of importance with you.

I suggest you make yourself
a little more presentable.

Think it's for stealing
the Captain's cheese?

No.

Stealing the Major's wine?

No.

Trying to steal the Colonel's daughter?

Maybe.

You have made citations for courage
seem commonplace.

Thank you, sir.

Your command
will be a Belgian Company.

- Sir?
- Don't worry.

It will only be for three weeks
until their new officers arrive.

I don't understand, sir.

They got here from Flanders
this morning.

Not much to look at,
but they are hell on the enemy.

That, at any rate, is their reputation.

- Well, where are their officers?
- Dead.

All of them? How?

I don't know.

What are you suspicious about?

I've been at the front a long time, sir.
I've seen a lot.

I've never seen all the officers
in a company die in one battle.

Go make acquaintance with your men,
Lieutenant Moreau.

Yes, sir.

- Well?
- Good news and bad news.

So, what's the good news?

I'm not in trouble.
They made me a lieutenant.

That's very good news,
Lieutenant Moreau.

- And the bad news?
- You'll see in a minute.

- Emile.
- Give it back!

Give it to him.

That's an order.

I don't give a damn about your orders,

Corporal!

Stand at attention!

Thank you, sir.

- Who's in charge here?
- I am, sir.

Come with me.

I am Lieutenant Moreau.
What's your name, Corporal?

Defense, sir.

Belgian officers
will not be arriving for three weeks.

Until then,
I'm your new commanding officer.

What?
With all due respect, Lieutenant...

Don't argue with me. It's done.

Neither of us can change it,
so let me get to the point.

It's no secret
the Belgians don't like the French.

Is there going to be a problem?

No, sir.

What was going on back there
with the book?

- The men are a little restless, sir.
- That kind of restlessness, I don't need.

Who is the man with the scar?
Is he a troublemaker?

There was some trouble in Flanders.
Yes, sir.

What kind of trouble?

Well, we were attacking,

the machine gun fire was very bad,

our captain, Captain Cote,
was behind me.

After the enemy retreated, I went to him.

He was dead.

He was bayoneted in the back.

The man with the scar, Jacques,
was standing over him.

Your captain could have been killed
by the enemy, Corporal.

Do you trust this man, this Jacques?

No, sir, I don't.

Inform the men of my command.

You are my second officer.
Giscard is my first.

Be in the Major's bunker at 7:00
for a briefing.

Dismissed.

They've placed us
under French command.

- Oh, no!
- No!

- They can't do this, we are Belgians.
- What about our new officers?

- But they promised.
- They'll be here in three weeks.

Until then,
we'll be led by Lieutenant Moreau.

You little bastard.

You sold us out, didn't you?

I had nothing to do with it.

The boy corporal, he sold us out!

Give it a rest.

I have my time with you.

Gentlemen, High Command
has given us our objective.

A frontal assault
along these three kilometers here.

The plan is to outflank the enemy
with one brigade here and another here.

The attack will be led
by the newly formed Belgian Company

led by Lieutenant Moreau.

The key is
the Ch�teau La Maisonette, here.

The Ch�teau sits on high ground.

German gunners on this ridge
have free access

over the whole field of operations.

The Ch�teau must be taken.

I began my career 21 years ago
as an enlisted man.

I have been at the bottom,
I have been at the top,

and I shall be in both places again.

Tomorrow on that hill,
you're going to face adversity.

I've never known a soldier who hasn't.

There are two things
that separate the first-rate soldier

and the second-rate soldier.

The first-rate soldier gets up
when he's knocked down

and the first-rate soldier knows
that anything can be accomplished.

Anything can be accomplished,
if you work together.

We'll get to the top of that hill,
if you work together.

You will take the Ch�teau,
if you work together.

Dismissed, gentlemen.

Our countries
have had differences in the past.

I recognize that.

But now, we fight together.

You can follow me
or you can follow each other.

The first means an orderly attack
and a chance of success.

The second is chaos and death.

You choose.

Take your positions.

Remember,

one whistle,

we move right.

Two whistle,

we move left.

Watch out for stray bullets, Corporal.

Jacques, left!

Jacques, left!

- Jacques!
- No!

Grenades, fire!

Corporal, grenades!

What?

Give me some grenades!

Remy, grenades!

Grenades! Grenades!

Take your ration sack off.

- My ration sack?
- Just do it!

Quick!

Idiot!

You're too far away!

What the hell is going on?

They went the wrong way.
I tried to throw them some grenades.

Those fools,
they're right under those machine guns.

More grenades!

We gave you them all!

I kept one.

We've got to
get those grenades to them!

- I don't see how.
- Because you're not looking.

That stone wall. Come on.

We're still too far away,
we'll never make it.

Don't tell me what we can't do,
tell me what we can!

Give me your grenade.

If you don't have cover, you make it.
Now, follow me.

Charge!

Yeah!

Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Dig in! Dig in!

- Are we going to attack the Ch�teau?
- Not until we get reinforcement.

Third battle sector secured.
Repeat, third sector is secured.

Send reinforcements immediately.

No one else made it.

Second and 14th Companies
are devastated.

How bad are we?

Thirty dead, 15 wounded.

I know what you did out there, Corporal.

- I know.
- What are you talking about?

Do you have a sore arm, Corporal?
Is that why you could not reach me?

- Too far. I threw as hard as I could.
- Then you throw like a girl.

- You're out of your league, Corporal.
- You're out of your mind.

Take your hand off me or I'll kill you.

Yes? You could kill a man?
Up close, like this?

Maybe you could show me.
You've had enough practice.

- Jacques.
- Jacques!

Break it up.

Break it up!

Break it up!

Attention!

What is this?

I don't know about the Belgian army,

but the French army
does not allow fighting amongst itself.

One more breach of this rule,

I'll have you both shot.

Get back to your posts, all of you.

- It's quiet.
- Yes, quiet.

Counterattack!

- Counterattack!
- Counterattack!

Now we begin again.

Fix bayonets!

- I'll see you afterwards, Bernard.
- Yes, Alain.

Gas!

My mask.

Mask.

It's broken. Broken.

Indy, give me your mask.
Give me your mask.

I can't.

Up! Up! Behind the wall!

- They're not attacking.
- Very well.

What in hell's name is that?

I don't know.

Mother of God.

Retreat!

Sergeant, Corporal.

We are relieved for two days.
Tell the men.

Get your kits together,
we've been given a two-day leave.

Take it easy.

First I get clean, then I get drunk.
Call me when the shooting starts.

Stupid British. Look at them.

What's wrong with tennis? I play tennis.

- We should challenge them.
- That's a great idea.

You know,
I'm really looking forward to this...

Yeah.
Okay, what's it gonna be, up or down?

Sergeant, could you just
check the height?

That looks about the right height.

- Good luck, my Belgian friends.
- Good luck.

What will it be then?

Losers buy the winners a round of beer.

Oh, lousy British.

You fight like girls
and you bet like them, too.

I should kick your greasy Belgian ass
for saying that,

but seeing that we're allies,

how about the losers
buy the beers all night?

Love, 15.

We fight like men, mate.

Love, 30.

Well, I lost.
I guess the drinks are on me.

What do you say, Robert?
The beer over there is foul.

But I did spot a rather good bottle
of sweet wine over there.

No thanks. Things sweet to taste
prove in digestion sour.

- Well spoken.
- It's not original.

- Then well stolen.
- That's Shakespeare.

Yes, in fact, it is. Richard II, Act One...

Scene three.

A Belgian corporal
who speaks good English

with a mastery of Shakespeare,
I don't believe it. Good Lord.

Whatever next?
The Germans playing cricket?

Excuse me.

So, young fan of literature,
do you know anything about verse?

So, young fan of literature,
do you know anything about verse?

Oh, I've read a little.

Good. Good.
I want your opinion on something.

You wouldn't read that, would you?

Poems by a Siegfried Sassoon?
A German?

No, he's British.

Read the poem that's marked, Corporal.
Read it aloud.

"Dreamers, by Siegfried Sassoon.

"Soldiers are citizens
of death's gray land

"drawing no dividends
from time's to-morrows

"In the great hour of destiny they stand

"each with his feuds, and jealousies,
and sorrows

"Soldiers are sworn to action
they must win

"some flaming
fatal climax with their lives

"Soldiers are dreamers
when the guns begin

"they think of firelit homes, clean beds
and wives

"I see them in foul dug-outs
gnawed by rats

"and in the ruined trenches
lashed with rain

"dreaming of things they did
with balls and bats

"and mocked
by hopeless longing to regain

"bank-holidays, and picture shows
and spats

"and going to the office in the train"

If you ask me,
that's the silliest rubbish I've ever heard.

What do you think, Corporal?

I think it's quite good. I really do.

Congratulations.
You've passed the test, Corporal.

- Lieutenant Robert Graves.
- And Lieutenant Siegfried Sassoon.

Corporal Henri Defense.
You wrote this?

Well, who did you think wrote it?
An American?

Let's get a drink, I'm parched.

We'll have lost
every good man in England

by the time this bloody thing's over.

Damn the British government.

Don't start. When you get going,
it's close to treason.

What about the British government?

The day after England
declared war on Germany, I enlisted.

Like all good men, I was patriotic.

I thought we were waging war for peace,
for freedom.

But there are men in England,
Corporal Defense,

who have motivations
that are entirely different.

- What?
- Money.

The industrialists, the makers of arms,

have every desire
to keep this blasted thing going.

- That's a bit strong.
- Is it?

Don't you realize that their profits
have tripled since this conflict began?

I wish you wouldn't say
things like that, Siegfried.

It confuses me.

It may be feebleminded of me,

but I have to have a reason
to keep going.

Excuse me, Corporal.
It was a pleasure to meet you.

What happened?

Robert had a nervous breakdown
about a month ago.

Forgive me.

If you're so cynical about the war,
why do you go on fighting?

Because it's my duty.

They look young.

So did you, a month ago.

Come, Corporal.

Our objective remains the same,
the taking of Ch�teau La Maisonette.

Intelligence confirms that the enemy
has strengthened his fortifications

here and here with additional men,
over a thousand this time.

Your valor is beyond question.

You must look into yourself
to be the best soldier you can be.

The second-rate soldier lives
with mediocrity and dies with regret,

but the first-rate soldier,

he lives with honor

and when death comes,

he dies with honor.

Good luck to you, gentlemen.

Take your positions!

Fix bayonets.

I'll pray for your soul, Corporal.

Why don't you just shut up
and follow the orders?

Grenades!

Ready!

Now!

Charge!

You stuck with us. Thanks.

Go to hell! I don't want your thanks!

You'd better watch yourself.

Lieutenant Moreau suspects
you killed Captain Cote at Flanders.

Really? Oh, that's crazy.

And what do you think, huh?

Come on, keep going.
To the Ch�teau, men!

Regroup! Wait for the counterattack!

Prepare for counterattack!

No!

Don't die!

- We can't move.
- We've got to get those guns.

Take some men,
find the tunnel network.

You two, give me your rifles.

Bring that and follow me.

Two fire, one goes.

Don't forget to fire.

Don't!

You'll blow up the other end
of the tunnel and trap us in here.

They did it.

Charge!

Surrender!

Drop your weapons
and come out with your hands up.

Sergeant, take those men prisoners.

Bernard!

Bernard.

Bernard.

I go now, Alain.

No. No, Bernard.

Tell the Major

I died

with honor.

"Soldiers are citizens
of death's gray land

"drawing no dividend
from time's to-morrows

"In the great hour of destiny they stand

"each with his feuds, and jealousies
and sorrows"

I don't like this.

How long ago did the messenger leave,
Corporal?

Twenty-five minutes, sir.

Damn it!

I can't hold this position with 30 men.
No one can.

I'm sorry about Sergeant Giscard,
Lieutenant.

He did his duty.

The weather is fine today.

Reminds me of home.

- Sir, no matter what happens, I...
- It reminds me of my wife.

Remy! Remy!

Remy!

Indy! Indy!

- Henri!
- Remy!

I can't move!

Help me!

- Indy!
- It's happening!

- You didn't kill Captain Cote, did you?
- No.

But that doesn't mean we are friends.

Remy.

Remy.

Henri.

Emile, have you seen Remy
or any of the others?

No, we are the only ones left.

- What are those?
- Officers' uniforms.

There's a captain for me
and a lieutenant for you.

They're French.
Where did you get them?

Don't ask.

When the officers
who own these wake up,

they'll have you court-martialed.

They won't wake up, Henri.
They are dead.

The guards were throwing them out.
Now, put it on.

I hear commissioned officers
are treated much better

where we are going.

Where are we going?

We will know soon enough.

I'm Lieutenant Pierre Blanc from Paris.

Captain Francois Tusson from Lyons.

At last, I outrank you.

Maybe I will have you
shine my boots, yes?

Don't count on it.

New recruits.

Maybe this will be the war
which does not end.

Maybe it will just go on forever.

Now's our chance.

French artillery.

Very impressive.

As good as the Germans.

Come on, we gotta get to those trees.

What about the guards?
They'll be looking for us.

They're probably all dead.

Come on, we're 100 yards
from those woods.

Double-barbed wire, guard towers.

- At least it's not Dusterstadt.
- What's that?

You don't know about Dusterstadt?

It's a medieval castle on the Danube,
more of a dungeon, really.

It's where they send all the bad apples.

Any ideas?

Not yet, but it's only our first day.

No! No! Please, no! Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Explain.

We were playing catch.

- My ball.
- Catch?

With whom?

With me.

I'm sorry.

I swear, I'll get you, Benet.

Thank you. I'm Captain Jean Benet.

- Lieutenant Pierre Blanc.
- Captain Francois Tusson.

So, how do you like our vacation resort?

I'm disappointed.
They advertised a beach.

With bathing beauties.

Well, you know Germans,
always skimping on the extras.

What were you doing?

Come with me.

The new men, Colonel.
Captain Tusson and Lieutenant Blanc.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Did you get a new measurement?

I estimate another 15 feet
to the first wire.

Now we have two problems.

First, we're out of tunnel supports.

We've used all the wood available,
even bed slats.

Any more
and the guards will be onto us.

And second, we've run out of places
to store dirt from the tunnel.

So, it's hopeless to continue.

Exactly.
There is nothing more that we can do.

Men, please.

Do you have a solution, Captain Benet?

We dig the remaining 20 feet
in one night,

and we dump the dirt right here,
on the floor.

But what about the tunnel supports?

We won't need them.

The tunnel will hold together
for a few hours.

We'll dig in shifts.

We'll dig so fast, we'll blast out
before the tunnel collapses.

Who do you have in mind
to do this blasting?

Me, and anyone else who's up to it.

I'll do it.

- Are you crazy?
- It'll work.

This is insanity.

That's what they say
about every great idea at first.

Ten feet to go.

What?

We've gone farther than that.

No, this is accurate.

I'll take over.

- There's got to be another way.
- Our only chance is through this dirt.

Four feet to go.

- We've reached the end.
- Tell them to pop up.

Yes, sir.

Ready?

Here goes.

Periscope.

I hate to tell you this,
but we're five feet short.

- I don't understand.
- We're between the fences.

- My calculations were accurate.
- Not accurate enough.

That's five feet.
We should be past the second wire.

It's time, gentlemen.

Not you two.
You go after these other men.

We dug the tunnel.

You dug the last 20 feet.
These men dug the first 100 feet.

He's right.

I don't care. Without the last 20 feet,
there'd be no tunnel.

Back off, Lieutenant.

Guards.

Good evening, Captain Heinz.

You look uncomfortable, Benet.

Me?

Why are you uncomfortable?

It must be that smell, Captain Heinz.

The smell of Germany,
the armpit of Europe.

I will have you in isolation
for the rest of your life!

Let's go.

Come on!

Run!

Emile, hurry up!

Emile, hurry up!

Oh, God.

Welcome back, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Devereux,
30 days in isolation.

Captain Bordenais,
your second attempt.

Sixty days.

You know what they say, Commandant.
"Practice makes perfect."

Ninety days.

See you in three months.

Lieutenant Blanc,
a man who does not waste time.

You arrive here at 4:00 p.m.,
12 hours later,

you are climbing out of a tunnel.

Remarkable.

I have taken measures
to limit your career as an escape artist.

I don't expect to dig out of isolation,
Commandant.

Who said anything about isolation?

I have arranged for your transfer

to the maximum security prison
at Dusterstadt.

What?

Eventually, Lieutenant, it becomes clear
when a prisoner is incorrigible.

Your records show
four escape attempts

at other prisons, and now five.

That makes you an incorrigible,
Lieutenant Blanc.

Wait, there's been a mistake.
I'm not him.

You're not who, Lieutenant?

I'm not Lieutenant Blanc.

My name's Henri Defense.
I'm a corporal in the Belgian army.

And I am Kaiser Wilhelm.
Don't insult my intelligence!

Get him out of here.

I hope you like your new home,
Lieutenant.

Let me be brief.

You cannot tunnel,
the castle's built up on granite.

If you try and disguise yourself
as a German soldier,

you will be shot as a spy.

If you attempt to bribe my men,
you will be shot

as a corrupting influence
on German morale.

I don't want any trouble from you.

East Castle.

And so, with the advancements
in new technology, the...

Packages!

Gentlemen, control yourselves.
We'll open the mail after the lecture.

Introduce yourself, Lieutenant.

Hello, I'm Lieutenant Blanc.

Have a seat, Lieutenant Blanc.

I'm lecturing on
medieval military tactics.

Why medieval tactics?

I beg your pardon?

Well, if French and English generals
would have studied

the American Civil War,
we'd have beaten the Germans by now.

A bold statement, Lieutenant.
Explain further, if you please.

That was the first war that armies used
modern technology to full advantage.

The cavalry charge
had become obsolete.

Even Ulysses S. Grant realized
that the future of war

lay not in the open field but...

In trenches, yes.

Well, you know a good deal
about this subject, Lieutenant.

But if you're in Dusterstadt,

you must know a good deal
about something else.

Escaping from German prisons.

Do you have plans?

We may.

You speak with an accent, Lieutenant.

- I do?
- Yes.

I can't make it out.

There was a rumor circulating

that the Commandant
was releasing spies into the prison.

Germans impersonating French
and English officers.

I wonder what we do
if we exposed one of them?

We would kill him.

So, tell me, Lieutenant,
where are you from in France?

- Paris.
- So am I.

Name the three roads
leading from Paris to Versailles.

The Rue de Napol�on.

The...

- Traitor! Spy!
- Wait.

He's not German.

Who won the World Series in 1912?

- What?
- Just answer the question.

- The Boston Red Sox.
- He's not German, he's American.

Is your rank also fake, Lieutenant?

Okay, I enlisted in the Belgian army.

They were the only ones
that would take me

without asking questions about my age.

I'm a corporal.

A corporal.

And where did you get the jacket?

Did you know
you could be shot for stealing it?

The previous owner
wasn't going to need it.

I understand.
Come on, let's open our mail.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

So, here you are, Jean-Paul.

Andr�.

Etienne.

There you are, Yuri,
all the way from Saint Petersburg.

Remember, save your string.

What are you doing with all this string?

Russian superstition.

You put the string
from a gift in your pocket

and you will get many more.

Hello. Lambert, Royal Flying Corps.

I'm in charge of the infirmary.
You must be the new man here.

- I came in yesterday. Nice to meet you.
- Right. Right.

Listen, just so that you know,
I'm not actually a doctor,

I studied medicine for a couple of years,
but then I switched over to law, yes?

But I can give you some advice, though.

Don't eat the meat, it's rotten,
and you don't need it anyway.

Also, boil all your drinking water.

That way, you'll save yourself
a lot of stomach problems,

if you know what I mean.

And if there are any other problems
that you have,

you can just have a word with my
two orderlies over there, Simon and lan.

Okay?

- Thanks.
- Jolly good. Carry on.

Captain de Gaulle, you must let me
have a look at that leg of yours.

If you neglect it, it's going to drop off.

I've fooled a lot of people
with my French.

No doubt you have. It is excellent.

How did you know I was American?

My father is a professor of philosophy.

During my youth,
I met many American scholars.

All spoke French fluently,

but none perfectly.

I recognized your game at once.

Why are you in Dusterstadt?

I refuse to submit to captivity.

I'll get out of here,
it's only a matter of time.

- How?
- Does it matter?

When a man accepts
bondage to Germans,

he accepts death.

Do you hate the Germans?

They are the natural enemy of France.

We fought them in 1870,
we fight them now,

and this, I can guarantee you, Corporal,

before the century is over,
we will fight them again.

The art of war is changing.
It is up to us to change with it.

In 1415,
a small band of English soldiers

wiped out the flower
of French knighthood in one afternoon.

How?

The English longbow,
it could pierce a knight's armor.

They were sitting ducks.

Mark my words, Corporal,

the next great war
will not be won with superior men,

it will be won with superior machines,
tanks and airplanes.

In here, please.

Hello.

We want to ask you something.

- What?
- Are you...

Cowboy?

- What?
- Like in the moving pictures.

Americans are cowboys,
you are American,

so you must be cowboy, no?

Well, not really.
I can ride a horse, but I...

- Oh, really?
- And the lasso?

Can you make the lasso
and the rope of bronco buster?

Well, I suppose if I had to.

- A cowboy!
- A cowboy!

Is there some point to this?

Come here.

Please.

We want you to make the lasso
and rope something,

something really important.

- Like what?
- Like that.

You're joking.

You're not joking.

You're out of your minds.

You want me to make a lasso
and rope that spike?

Where am I gonna get a rope that long?

Where in hell did you...

The string from all those packages.

- Can you do it?
- This makes things different.

So, tell me, Corporal,
if you weren't fighting this war,

what dream would you be following?

I guess I'd be at home,
going to high school.

Where did you get captured?

At this...

We charged a hill and took it.

The counterattack was deadly.
Almost everyone died.

And you?

Verdun. I was knocked unconscious.
Germans found me in the mud.

That's where I got this.

And that is Dinant, Mesnil-les-Hurlus...

De Gaulle's body
is now the map of France.

So, tell me, Corporal,
about your escape plans.

Don't lie to me, I know
you've been working on something.

You're the devious type.

Maybe I have.

What is it?
I can save you a lot of time and effort.

Something with the Russians?

Possibly.

Those crazy Russians.
They have got a new plan every day.

Last week, they wanted me
to help them build an airplane.

I wouldn't waste your time
with them, Corporal.

Are you ready?

Well, I wanted to talk to you
about something.

A new idea for our escape?

Not exactly.

I'm not going.

Why?

Oh, you have talked to the British
and the French.

We know what they say about us.

That we're crazy Russians, huh?
That we'll get you killed?

- Well...
- Come here. Come. Come.

Two years.
It took us two years to make this.

Look, there's the outside parapet.
You can do it.

Then down the outside wall,
then freedom.

All right. All right, I'll do it.

Hold that.

- I'll go first.
- Why you?

- I made the rope.
- You made half of it.

Stop arguing!

We'll go at the same time.

That's not a good idea.
This rope won't hold you both.

I made this with my own hands.
It's strong enough.

Go.

Each new prisoner at Dusterstadt
is told of the difficulty,

the impossibility of escape.

It is curious
how often I am disappointed

by the lack of communication.

I hope these visual aids
will make things more clear.

I hope these visual aids
will make things more clear.

Dusterstadt was chosen to hold you
not because of its aesthetics,

not because of its
geographic location,

but because it cannot be escaped from.

I hope in future
we can avoid more painful lessons.

Attention!

Dismissed.

Poor bastards.

You were with them, weren't you?

Yeah, I was.

Now what should we do?

What we always do, keep trying.

It's no use.

Don't say that. Never give up.

I'm not giving up,
I'm just facing the truth.

- The Commandant's right.
- Quiet! I won't stand negative talk.

The only way out of here's in a coffin.

Well, it's just a small graveyard
on the very edge of the town.

Before the war they used to use it
to bury the indigent and the insane.

- And that's the only place they go?
- Well, yes. As far as I know, yes.

Who does the burying?

What do you mean?
The actual digging?

- Yeah.
- Well, my two orderlies, Simon and lan.

- Can they be trusted?
- Yes, of course they can.

Can they get away with it?

I think so.

There won't be much margin for error.

Yes. Yes, I understand,

but the truth is the orderlies never bury
the bodies six feet deep.

It's much too much hard work.

They're lucky if they bury them
half that depth.

And the guards don't notice?

No, no. No, no, no.
They're nowhere near the graveyard.

They're far too superstitious.
They wait with the trucks.

Stop.

Sorry, old man.

I hate you.

Over there.

Sir, get your knees down.

I can't. It's too short.

Sorry, sir, but you must.

- Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.
- What?

- Did you cut the nails down?
- Of course, sir.

See, sir, like thumbtacks,

one good push from inside
and they'll come undone.

Okay.

So, what do you say
we bury some stiffs?

Down.

- What?
- Get in the boat, he's taking you back.

But we've got to dig the graves.

No more digging, hmm?
Go, get in the boat.

- What do you mean, "No more digging"?
- We are not going to bury them.

If you're not gonna bury them,
what are you gonna do with them?

Burn them.

Off!

Captain de Gaulle!

Did you hear them?
They're not going to the graveyard.

They're going to a crematorium!

Something's on top of this coffin.

Captain, damn it, answer me!
We've gotta get out of here!

I was raised a Catholic,
I should say something.

Get it over with.

Dear God, let this man go to hell.

I thought you'd never hear me.

Come on.

Don't run, okay?