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(loud explosions)

(Andreas) I remember that day as if it was yesterday.

(loud explosions)

It was a peaceful spring...

here in the south of our empire.

The first World War was already raging

for almost a year now...

hundreds of miles away in the east.

But people were already talking about war,

even in our mountains.

That's when I had this dream.

Every night... the same dream.

I was on top of our mountain...

opposite an Italian soldier, a wolch.

Suddenly, the wolch ran at me...

as I pull out my rifle.

(loud explosion)

Back then, I wasn't baffled by the dream.

I couldn't wait to join the war

and finally get away from home,

fight for our country...

against the traitors.

But then, the soldier caught up again.

He was still alive.

Now, it was on me to finish him up.

But when I touched the trigger,

I saw that he wasn't carrying a rifle.

¶¶ (European folk music)

Take it in your hand.

It's your fault.

(Lechner) No, it's not.

Is the fuse out, Ander?

(both laughing)

Uh-uh-uh. It's a dud, right?

It's a dud?

(both laugh)

Lechner, you moron.

(Lechner) What did I do?

You let it get wet.

Oh! Hey, leave him alone.

It didn't get wet.

(chuckles)

Ah!

Whoa!

(loud explosion)

(laughter)

(Lechner) Help! Lechner can't swim.

(laughter)

Help!

(Andreas) Come on!

(groaning and coughing)

(Lechner) Thank you.

(groans)

(Anna) Ander?

(Lechner) Ander!

Ander.

Have you lost your mind, huh?

Leaving mass-- your sister's getting married. To a wolch!

I don't want anything to do with wolch!

wolch? Italians are our family.

Not mine.

¶¶ (lively orchestration)

The folks in our village were outraged

that my father married off my sister Lisl to a wolch.

Most of us hated the Italians, but now everybody

was celebrating together as if they were best friends,

just like my father predicted.

One more stunt like this today,

and I'm gonna let you have it.

Your father will calm down soon.

(Lisa laughing)

(Andreas) I had never seen my sister Lisl so happy,

there with her new husband, Angelo Calzolari.

¶¶

When I was four years old, my father built this hotel.

It was an instant success.

People came from all parts of the world,

but I hardly ever saw my father again.

The more foreigners, the more reputation

and prestige for my father.

(chatter)

Now, it was time for my father's most ambitious project ever,

the first mountain tramway in our valley.

And how convenient that Lisl's new husband Angelo

was the engineer he needed to compliment his dream.

We did it, Angelo.

(Fritz) Your father has big plans.

Want some?

(Andreas) I knew that my teacher was secretly in love

with my sister Lisl, and it didn't make things easier

that her husband was Italian.

He hated them more than anyone.

(both laugh)

But your time will come.

You will see, Ander.

Times are changing.

I can feel it.

And then, your father will be proud of you.

He will see what you are made of.

Hm?

¶¶ (upbeat music)

(girl giggling)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

I see you do fancy her.

(chuckles)

She's stunning, your new sister-in-law.

She's a wolch.

My grandfather was also Italian, from Piedmont.

Blimey, so you care less of me now?

(chuckles)

¶¶ (upbeat music)

Mm-hmm, not enough at all.

Mm.

(chuckles)

¶¶

May I cut in?

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

So you do like the wolch, huh?

(cheering and whooping)

(laughter)

(chatter)

(door opens)

(woman speaking Italian)

(wine pouring)

Mm.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(door opens)

(Nuria) Francesca.

(Francesca crying)

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

(cries)

(speaking Italian)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

No-- no-- no partire?

(cries)

Si.

No partire.

No-- you are--

no partire, you-- you-- you don't want to leave?

Si.

No go.

No partire.

(cries)

Well, um...

then, no partire.

Then-- then-- then, don't leave.

(speaking Italian)

Ander?

They are looking for you.

For the family picture.

(Anna) Ander!

What are you waiting for?

(photographer) And now, quiet, please.

Silencio.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Attenzione!

Don't move!

(boy) The Italians declared war on Austria.

(all gasp)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(Andreas) War, right here in our mountains.

The news instantly turned our two families...

into enemies.

(frantic chatter)

We are cleaning up now.

No, another half an hour-- half an hour.

Here, here! Follow me.

Quickly!

¶¶

(Karl) You have to hurry up now.

Angelo, take care of yourself.

I'll see you very soon.

(Andreas) Francesca's in the last car, I just brought her her suitcase.

(bus driver) Come on, let's go! Avanti!

(Lisa) You come back-- promise?

See you soon.

(horn honking)

It's a bit cold, but it-- it-- it'll be fine.

Don't, um... turn on the light

without covering the window-- the windows.

Well, the local riflemen head to the front tomorrow.

That includes me.

They are-- we will--

we will wait there until the Kaiserjãger arrive.

They're in the eastern Russia, but they'll get here soon,

and then we'll definitely win-- win the war.

The Kaiserjãger, they are the strongest

mountain corps in the world.

I was reading a-- a very, very interesting book, actually,

about the-- uh, yeah.

We'll probably be cold at first,

but, um, there are other blankets underneath here.

And-- and-- and-- and if you are-- are hungry, then, um...

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(yelling and shouting)

(gunshots)

These bastards.

It's true.

Bastards are hunting the Italians.

(soldier) Tell them to stop.

Where to?

We are on our way to Riva.

No Riva for you-- get out now.

Where do you think you're going?

Go on, get back behind the wire.

Hey!

Hey.

Stop him!

Hey, get him!

This is our chance-- let's go.

(gunshots)

Stop! Halt! I'll shoot!

(both giggle)

¶ Bom, bop, bop, bom, bop, bop ¶

(both) ¶ Bom, bop, bop, bom, bop, bop ¶

(both humming)

(both giggling)

(both speaking Italian)

Si.

Milano? Mm-hmm.

No.

I-- I can't go to Italy.

Italia partire me no.

(giggles)

(speaking Italian) Nueva York.

In America.

America? In America, si.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

Hm? (speaking Italian)

Yeah.

I'll go to New York.

(speaking Italian)

When? (speaking Italian)

I don't know.

No.

Soon.

¶¶

New York.

Yeah.

We will go.

(sighs) America.

We'll go to America.

¶¶ (upbeat music)

(singing in Italian)

¶ In America ¶

(both laugh)

(both mimicking tune)

(soldier) Let's move! Hurry!

Let me through.

(Major Keiserjãger) Everybody! Attention!

Every Tyrolean has the right and the responsibility

to defend his country.

In this hour...

as Italy has betrayed our Kaiser

and maliciously declared war on our homeland...

it is you who are the last line of defense

for our families and soil.

The Kaiser expects unconditional fulfillment of your duties.

(soldier) Ten hut! Fire!

(gunfire)

What's going on out there? (speaking Italian)

(soldiers) I solemnly swear by God the almighty.

(Major Keiserjãger) A pure and sincere vow.

A pure and sincere vow.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I overslept.

To fight the enemy courageously and stoutly.

To preserve and protect our ordnance.

To preserve and protect our ordnance.

And to always stand by our flags.

And to always stand by our flags.

The same as any brave soldier would for his country.

The same as any brave soldier would do for his country.

(gunfire)

(Francesca speaking Italian)

(chatter)

This is the biggest firework that exists.

The Red Eagle.

If you're in danger, you have a--

a problema-- you have a problema...

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

You light the fuse.

You understand? You light the fuse.

It'll go up in the air.

And I'll see it, up there in the mountains.

And I'll come down...

and I'll help you.

You understand?

Capito?

(Major Keiserjãger) Fire!

(gunshot)

Fall out!

¶¶

(Andreas) Rifleman Gruber reporting for duty, sir.

Close ranks.

Look after yourself.

It's good, I'll be all right.

I love you.

(Major Keiserjãger) Everybody, attention!

Right face!

Company, march!

¶¶

(baby crying)

Hey, alpini.

What is it?

Oh, alpini.

(all) Alpini! Alpini! Alpini!

Are you out of your mind?

Quiet down, for Christ's sake.

(laughter)

What's going on? I was just taking a leak,

and this idiot almost shot at me.

Ander said they were alpini.

Don't worry, you'll stop laughing soon enough.

Where would the alpini come from

on this side of the mountain, huh?

Get back in line.

I don't want the first one to die

before the war even starts.

(loud explosion)

(bomb whistling)

(planes soaring)

(loud explosion)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

Let's go.

Are you frightened?

You?

Eh.

When you go to war, you always have two choices.

You could get caught with your pants down,

or up and ready to go.

If it doesn't catch you, good for you.

If the worst thing happens, you still have two choices.

You either survive, or you die.

If you survive, that's great.

But if you happen to die...

(chuckles)

You have two options again.

You'll either end up alone in a single grave

or in a mass grave.

Let's move! And...

Hurry!

What happens?

Come on.

What can happen?

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(all) Savoya! Savoya! Savoya! Savoya!

¶¶

It's not easy for you, Gruber, huh?

What do you mean?

(laughs)

Fighting against your own family.

(chuckles)

What is it, teacher?

Are you still having a hard time

because I wouldn't give you Lisl to be your wife?

Come on.

My daughter needed a man, a real man.

Men!

Out there, under that rock, we make camp.

(Karl) Holy crap.

Look at them.

There are so many.

(Karl) About 200 or 300 are sitting down there.

Well, it's a hundred times more men than we have.

Ten.

The alpini are better equipped and better trained than we are.

When do the Germans join us?

We can't wait for them.

But God is on our side.

All right, then, tell him to get us some more ammunition.

We can put more fires up.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

Hurry!

Come on!

Hurry!

(Karl) It's about time.

Let's unpack... quick!

(wind howling)

(Andreas) Those first few days of the war

were like one big adventure.

We knew our mountain so much better

than the attacking Italians.

We made the wolch believe we were big battalions

instead of tiny platoons...

and the Italians retreated.

¶¶ (dramatic orchestration)

(laughter)

¶¶ (accordion playing)

What's the matter, huh, Gruber?

He misses his old Gruber lady.

(laughter)

That's not funny at all, you morons.

This war has only just begun.

(laughter)

Come on, give it up.

Let Kofler play that box.

(groaning)

Yeah!

¶¶ (accordion playing)

Today, we really showed them.

How long do you think this war will last?

Don't worry.

You will get to shoot some wolch.

(Lechner) Someone's coming!

Nobody shoot!

Those aren't alpini!

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

First lieutenant Sven Kornatz,

Bavarian Jãger Battalion One of the German Mountain Infantry.

Captain Karl Gruber,

Imperial and Royal Infantry Battalion Sexton.

We were waiting for you.

(wind howling)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(Karl) Hey!

Come on, you lazy bastards!

Everybody pull!

Pull!

Put your backs into it!

Come on, move it!

(Sven) Brand-new equipment.

We just got it.

Modern times.

They'll see these all the way to Bruneck.

10,000 watt.

But how?

Generators.

Gruber, is the line still dead?

I want to have a line today.

(Andreas) A telephone?

In the mountains?

We have everything to win the war.

Ander!

Time to change guards.

Hurry.

Huh?

Ah.

(chuckles)

I'm supposed to relieve you.

Good.

So what happens when you go to war?

Where were we?

Uh, the mass grave.

Mass grave, that's right.

(chuckles)

Well, you either end up on top of the pile

or somewhere underneath.

If you're on top, well, then good for you.

But if you find you're underneath,

you'll be left with two choices.

Either you remain just as you are,

or you become a tree.

If you do stay as you are, well, good for you.

But if you become a tree,

you've got two choices again

because you either turn into a leaf tree

or a cone tree of some kind.

If you turn into a leaf tree, well, then good for you.

(chuckles)

But if it's a cone tree you become,

you'll find yourself facing two options again.

You either grow and become a lovely piece of wood,

or you're stunted and you get--

(clicks tongue)

If you grow and turn into a piece of wood, good for you.

But of course, if you're cut down,

you'll find there's still two choices.

You'll find you either end up in a sawmill

or possibly in a paper mill.

If you find you're in a saw mill, then good for you.

But if you end up in a paper mill,

you'll find you have two choices again.

You'll eventually turn into either writing paper

or possibly toilet paper.

If you become writing paper, good for you.

But if you turn into toilet paper,

you'll end up having your head in someone's ass.

(laughs)

(both laugh)

(gunshot)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(wind howling)

(loud explosion)

(loud explosions)

(fireworks whistling)

(loud explosion)

(siren wailing)

(shouting)

That's our village.

What are we waiting for? We have to help them!

They are shelling the hotel.

And what are you guys gonna do about it?

(Andreas) Sir, if we run down now,

we'll be back by the morning.

You want to be court martial-ed?

We are at war!

Get used to it.

Good night.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(siren wailing)

¶¶

The Italians will try to get up here.

If so, they will try to come

over the east or the south face.

Before we enforce our position on the plateau,

we have to secure the south face.

Nonsense.

You can't see this on the map,

but the south face is steep.

No one can make it up there.

You can see a lot of things on a map

if you read it correctly.

Are you saying that I can't read maps?

I'm saying that one battalion

is heading to the south face today!

(Fritz shouts)

(groaning)

The teacher, ugh.

What an idiot.

(wind howling)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(crying)

(breathing heavily)

(Andreas) It's coming from over there.

By those rocks.

To the right.

There.

(Karl) Ibex.

(Sven) Don't shoot.

Alpini.

Shh.

Come on, Ander, this is ridiculous.

It's coming from down there.

It's a 100-meter drop.

123.

No one can climb up here,

not even ibex.

(whispering)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

Alpini.

Those bastards.

I'll get my men.

Don't.

There's only the three of us.

One is enough.

¶¶

Fire!

Shoot them, shoot!

(shouting)

Shoot it!

(gunshot)

(screaming)

(thudding)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(loud explosion)

(Andreas) The Italian soldier returned.

He kept running, and nothing would stop him.

(loud explosion)

But now, I just couldn't pull the trigger

as he ran across the battlefield.

All I could do was wonder why

the wolch carried this teakettle.

¶¶ (upbeat orchestration)

(laughs)

(soldiers shouting)

Excusi.

(laughs)

(Anna) Hey, stop it.

It won't get me out of here.

Apple pie, I made it.

Stop talking, someone could hear you!

Sorry. Stop!

Pronunciation's really good.

Get back-- back in the kitchen.

Come on.

What do you have here?

Looks good.

That's an apple?

Mm-hmm. Yeah?

We will see if he has temperature.

(Fritz) Lisl!

Go-- what are you doing here?

What happened? Ah, just a little alpini attack.

Who is she?

A kitchen head from Hungary.

How's my father? And Ander?

Here's a letter from him.

Your father doing all right-- Ander too.

And I have orders to stay down here.

Mother!

(loud explosions)

¶¶ (operatic music)

(Karl) Don't waste ammo!

(gunfire)

Shoot straight, lads!

(Lechner screaming)

(shouting)

¶¶

(screaming and groaning)

(screaming)

(Karl) Lechner! Keep your tongue in!

Lechner! Come on!

Lechner, can you hear me?

Damn it, Lechner.

Open your eyes, open your eyes!

Lechner, come on, boy.

Stop it, he's gone.

(Andreas groans)

¶¶

(laughs)

Francesca.

(laughs)

What happened to you?

Your mother and your sister found me,

and have been helping me.

I thought you wouldn't recognize me.

You speak so well.

(both laugh)

You are a hero.

Everyone says that.

You saved your father's life.

How long have I been here?

Only--

11-- 11 days.

Look.

(both laugh)

I love you.

¶¶ (soft orchestration)

I love you too.

¶¶

(Fritz) Ander?

You feeling better?

(laughs)

You see, I told you.

Your time will come.

Everyone is talking about how many wolch

you killed out there.

They say you shot one right in the face.

(sighs)

(laughs)

A real hero.

A present for you.

You have to rest so you can return to the front soon.

Hm.

¶¶ (accordion playing)

(crash!)

(Sven) Beautiful folk songs.

Come back after the war,

and I'll show you a couple of other things you'll like.

After the war.

(sighs)

(bells toll)

What's the matter?

It's moving.

(laughs)

It could be a boy.

You think so?

Oh... not again.

It'll go on in a second.

I'll go and light a candle.

What's Francesca doing down there?

I don't know.

Someone will recognize her.

I'll go get her.

Yeah.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(dog barking)

(Francesca groans)

(gasps)

(crying)

Do you want to go to the military command?

You can choose.

Either me...

or an entire battalion.

(whimpers)

(thunder)

(screaming)

¶¶

(gunshot)

Ander!

What are you doing?

The lightning!

Throw away your rifle, Ander, the lightning!

Ander!

Drop your rifle, Ander!

(Ander groaning and screaming)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(loud explosion)

(gunfire)

¶¶

(screaming)

(groaning)

(breathing heavily)

The finger...

I bit off.

He wouldn't let me go.

Understand?

He wouldn't let me go, so I bit off his finger.

Then I... swallowed it.

I swallowed... his finger.

His finger...

I swallowed his finger.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(screaming)

(gunfire)

¶¶ (upbeat operatic music)

(loud explosions)

(soldier screams)

(singing Italian opera)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(Karl groaning)

Ander.

Son.

Ander!

¶¶

(loud explosion)

(Fritz) Hello, Lisl.

Hello.

I wanted to see how you were doing...

how the two of you are doing.

Thank you.

If there's something I can do...

(sighs)

Times are tough...

and we all have to stick together.

I want you to know...

I'm here for you.

And for the child, of course.

You need a husband.

I have a husband.

So you don't know?

What shall I know?

Huh?

Your husband.

He's dead.

That's not true.

(glass breaking)

My deepest condolences.

We confiscated the list...

with all the names of the full Italians.

I had a look.

His name was listed.

Calzolari, right?

Angelo.

(crying)

I'm so sorry.

(objects shifting)

(groaning)

(gunshots)

(laughter and chatter)

(loud explosion)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(breathes heavily)

(muttering)

(Sven) He'll be fine...

(crying)

(soldier screaming)

(gunfire)

(Andreas crying)

(screaming)

¶¶ (accordion playing and humming)

(crying)

(sniveling)

(strained gasping)

In the mountains.

What?

They are in the mountain.

Who is in the mountain?

(sighs)

R-- right...

now.

They are in the mountain.

(laughs)

(laughs)

(mimics thudding)

(laughter)

Mm.

(sighs)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(soldier) Morphine, morphine.

It will come soon, it will come soon.

I'm really sorry, it will come soon.

Yes.

(sighs)

Congratulations for the little boy.

What's his name?

Angelo.

I'm worried about you.

Your child needs a father, you need a husband.

What do you think will happen when the boy is older?

Without a husband?

Go away.

And with that half-breed of yours.

Who will be running the hotel if your father dies?

Please, leave me alone.

If you have the marriage annulled, I'll say it's mine.

Just get out!

Shh.

(footsteps approach)

I guess I'll have to tell the commander

that you're hiding a wolch...

who is spying.

You know what you will get

for collaborating with the enemy.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

You have to leave.

¶¶

(gunfire)

(chatter)

(screams)

Hold on!

There's another one.

Come on!

Pull! Pull!

And pull!

(crying and screaming)

Don't shoot.

I know him.

Karl Gruber.

(muttering)

Go get Karl Gruber, come on!

Let's open the trap.

No, no, no!

(screaming)

Hey, Gruber.

Hey, we need you.

Come on-- Gruber, let's go!

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(whispering)

They can't just blow up the mountain.

You have to leave.

(Sven) Return to your positions.

I'm going into the valley.

No way.

When will they blow it up?

Today.

Tomorrow.

Anytime.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

I'm going.

(Sven) I said return to your positions.

High command ordered all prisoners

to be taken to the valley immediately.

Flight risk.

Lieutenant Gruber.

Assign one of your men...

to take him down.

Everybody, back in position!

Understand?

We hold this mountain!

We hold this line!

(soldier) You heard the man.

(wind howling)

For you.

Thank you.

I will---

would have preferred...

to leave you a real cable car, Ander.

I know.

(crying)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(crying)

Ander.

(pained breathing)

You good to walk?

I will make it.

Listen.

Your sister's in grave danger.

What? Wha--

Shh!

What-- Shh.

If you go this way, get to the... barn

just before you get to the village.

Wait there-- then I'll come get you.

Good-- take care of my sister.

Just go.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

¶¶

(screams)

(crying)

Halt!

Got matches?

Good afternoon, Commander.

Good day to you, sir.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

You're a disgrace.

Just returned from combat?

Look at you, soldier.

We will never win the war like that.

Get another uniform.

You stink.

Yes, sir.

¶¶

That's him, the wolch spy!

Get down!

You sorry little Italian bastard.

I wanted to see you on your knees.

On your knees, now!

Can't you hear me?

How dare you!

There! Down there!

There's another spy!

Run!

They're coming, they're coming!

(door opens)

Get out, you shysters.

You just ruin everything here.

(soldier) There's a spy. Get out!

What are you looking for, huh?

All you do is mess things up, get out of here!

You need to step out of the way, ma'am.

You are not going anywhere.

Good luck. Let's go!

Get out! Come on, move it!

Get out from under there.

Get out. Get to the left.

(objects crashing)

(sobbing)

Don't look!

Don't look!

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

(Andreas breathing heavily)

(bird chirping)

(heavy breathing)

(Fritz) Ander!

I am not angry with you!

Ander! Where are you?

It's gonna be all right, it's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right. Ander!

Did she seduce you?

She did the same to me, Ander.

Don't worry, we will sort it out!

Ander! (screams)

(groaning)

(Francesca screams)

(screaming and crying) (groaning)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

Francesca.

Francesca.

(crying)

¶¶

Not the worst place to die.

(loud explosions)

(gunshot)

(Andreas) As the Italian soldier came closer, he stumbled...

as if he finally found what he was looking for,

and it was not me.

He held the kettle and poured.

There was nothing in it.

¶¶ (tense orchestration)

We didn't know where we were going.

We just knew it would be together.

But I still dream of the mountains...

with no soldiers...

just mountains.

Just silence.

(wind howling)

¶¶ (tense orchestration)