Werewolves of the Third Reich (2017)

[bunniefuu]

[WHISTLING]

What the f*ck

are you guys doing?

What's it look like?

You don't have permission

to leave the base, Mad Dog.

Don't call me Mad Dog.

I'd sit your a*s down.

[CHAIR CLATTERS]

I'm under orders to find you

and bring you back to base.

What the f*ck were

you thinking Mad Dog?

That's f*cking twice you

called me Mad Dog, boy.

There won't be a third

time you understand?

This is so f*cked up.

Do you realize

what could happen

if your cover is blown?

Aye, relax.

Do you see any Nazis in here?

[]

[SIGHS]

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

Thank you.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Okay.

[MURPHY SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Do you speak English, boy?

Yes.

MURPHY:

Good.

Because if I'm going

down for the dirt nap,

I'd rather not be speaking

in n*zi tongue now.

MURPHY:

So?

Looks like we got

ourselves a situation here.

Indeed,

but as you will see,

I'm the one

holding the p*stol.

So it's clear who has

the upper hand here.

[CHUCKLES]

What's so funny?

What he means is,

I've had a knife

pointed at your a*s

since you sat down.

That is funny.

It's funny that you brought

a knife to a gunfight.

You can squeeze off a round,

but you could still end up

with two assholes.

And you will end up dead,

at this range I can't miss.

It looks like our choices

are pretty limited

now doesn't it?

The choice is simple,

either you concede to arrest,

or you die.

So it doesn't bother

you that my friend here

is gonna carve you up like

a Thanksgiving turkey?

I consider it a small price

to pay for serving my country.

That's where you and I differ.

See...

you came here

to fight for your country,

but I don't give

a f*ck about mine.

Sure,

I fly the American flag,

I wear the American uniform,

but the real reason I came

here is for one reason

and one reason only.

To k*ll Nazis.

I'm going to count to three.

When I get to three,

your friend here will put away

the knife and you will

all surrender to me.

Otherwise I will put a b*llet

right between your eyes.

One.

[]

Two.

[g*ns FIRING]

[SCREAMS]

Yo, what do you think, Murph?

We gotta go get him.

No one's asking you, dipshit.

But he's out of b*ll*ts.

Oh, yeah?

How do you figure?

He fired seven times,

chamber on a p*stol like that

only takes seven b*ll*ts.

Well if you're so sure,

why don't you go and get him?

Oh.

This is more your field,

you go get him Mad Dog.

[]

Hey barkeep,

you speak English?

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

I'll take that as a no.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Suck my d*ck.

barkeep.

You wanna say that as we

haul your a*s off to prison,

you'll be real popular.

f*ck you.

You know, you really

do speak good English.

But let me tell you...

let me tell you

and make this

crystal-f*cking-clear,

in good ol' fashioned American,

I don't care one tiny bit

what happens to you.

Now you can live,

or you can die.

Now I came here to k*ll Nazis,

not German civilians.

So you just go ahead now

and hand me over that weapon.

[BARKEEP BREATHING HEAVILY]

Otherwise I'm just gonna

blow you so full of holes,

your body is gonna be whistling

as they wheel you through

to the morgue.

MURPHY:

Come on now.

That's right.

[GRUNTS]

f*ck's sake.

See, I told you

he was out of b*ll*ts,

I was right.

This g*n

carries seven rounds,

you were right about that,

but you forgot about

the extra b*llet in the chamber.

- [g*n FIRES]

- [GROANS]

[PANTING]

Now...

considering that b*llet's

deep inside your leg, boy,

I bet you won't

forget that again.

Why the f*ck

did you sh**t me?

Because I told you.

Don't call me Mad Dog.

[]

[]

You are here for the advancement

of modern medicine.

Over the next week you will be

subject to a number of tests,

conducted by the esteemed

Dr. Josef Mengele.

My name...

is Ilsa Koch.

Prior to your arrival

at Camp 7,

were any of you aware

of my existence?

Come now.

I'm sure at least some of you

are aware of the nickname,

your kind has bestowed on me.

Repeating it would not

lead to punishment.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Hm.

Well don't be shy.

[YELLS]

Speak up!

"b*tch von Buchenwald."

Exactly.

Many would consider such

a nickname to be insulting,

I on the other hand,

consider it an honorable title.

You see, one must

earn a reputation.

And I certainly earned mine.

This is why I advise

you to cooperate fully.

Failure to do so will be

dealt with very severely.

Those who do not comply,

need only look over there,

to see the result

of non-compliance.

In other camps,

you'd be subject

to strict work schedules

and cramped living conditions

with hundreds of others.

Here we hold

only a select few.

Considered to be

the finest physical specimens.

There will be no work schedule

and you will be provided

with adequate rest,

but you will be required

to submit

to all forms

of medical testing.

And cooperate fully with

our doctor's experiments.

We are all here

to serve the Third Reich.

Now report to Senior SS

Officer Hess in building two.

You.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Come here.

Hm.

- I like this tattoo.

You know the eagle, it's...

it's quite beautiful.

Don't go over to building two.

I want you to head

to building three.

Yes, madam.

[SIGHS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Ah, Mengele.

Mein fuhrer.

Sit down.

HITLER:

So Mengele...

I am told

you have a breakthrough

in your research at Camp 7?

Yes, a most exciting

breakthrough.

We have been able

to create a chimera,

an organism which contains

cells for two different species.

Excellent.

But how did you

accomplish such a thing?

[]

Ah, let us get

straight to the point,

you have been discussing

the sale of your serum

to the Americans.

We know this,

Apparently there's

a princely sum involved.

I cannot blame you.

A man has to provide

for his family.

Your wife and daughter?

- Yes.

- Huh.

Beautiful creatures.

Anyway.

This sale to the Americans

could make you a rich man.

But...

considering your

current predicament,

I suggest you give serious

consideration to my offer.

In the days

of the Roman Empire,

when someone would betray

the emperor,

the traitor

would often be ex*cuted.

However,

if the traitor did the honorable

thing when caught,

his family would be allowed

to keep his fortune.

H-Honorable thing?

Hm, ah.

He would go home,

open up his wrist with a knife

and bleed to death.

Of course, since then

we made advances,

but who am I to say?

What exactly

are you suggesting?

In that g*n,

there is one b*llet.

You have many choices.

You could put

the b*llet between my eyes,

but then my colleague would

put a b*llet between yours

and then put one

into the heads

of your wife and daughter.

I'm sure that you

know about that.

So.

We are left with

the noble option.

Pick up the g*n,

put it in your mouth,

and pull the trigger.

HAMMERSTEIN:

But the serum is right there.

Take it with you.

My files are in those drawers.

They will give you all

the information you need

to create more.

Y-You don't have to do this.

Pick up the g*n,

Dr. Hammerstein.

I can't.

This is not a negotiation.

Pick up the g*n.

Please, d-don't do this.

Pick up the g*n.

Why-why are you doing this?

Put the barrel in your mouth.

How I can be sure

you'll keep your word,

how do I know

y-you'll leave my family alone?

You are going to die tonight.

That can be by your

hand or by ours.

You take the noble option,

I assure you,

your family will not

be harassed again.

On the contrary, Dr. Mengele

will speak to the Fuhrer

and your wife and daughter

will be provided for.

So for the last time...

put the barrel in your mouth.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

No, no, no.

Inside the mouth,

that makes the difference

when it reaches the destination

it won't slow down.

When you put

the barrel under your chin

your simply blow

your jaw off and die in agony,

No, no, put it inside, press it

into the roof of your mouth

and I assure you,

it's quick and painless.

[SOBS]

Remember.

You must die because

they need to live.

You're doing this for them, ya?

[]

[]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[g*n FIRES]

[SCREAMING]

[b*llet SHELL CLINKS]

That, Josef,

is good news.

HITLER:

As you know,

we are in the midst of more

and in desperate need

for reinforcements.

But I am confident

we will be able to create

a fully compliant

animal-human hybrid

within a matter of weeks.

I will select one

of the soldiers from Camp 7,

someone totally dedicated

to our cause to be the first.

Your work Josef, your work,

can create soldiers

who are quicker,

faster and stronger

than the Allied Forces.

[COUGHING].

That is my hope, mein Fuhrer.

But tell me, Josef,

what animal...

are you going

to combine with humans,

to create our hybrid

hero soldiers?

The wolf!

[]

Private Kane, what the

f*ck is this I hear about

you wanting to desert your unit?

That is correct, sir.

Are you a q*eer as well

as a coward, Private Kane?

- No, sir.

- Horseshit!

Any man that doesn't wanna

fight for God and country

is a g*dd*mn rope-wrangler.

Do you like to suck

d*ck, Private Kane?

No, sir.

Don't give me that.

You look like a man

who'd suck a guy's d*ck

but wouldn't bother

to cradle the ba*ls

as he worked the shaft,

now why the f*ck

do you wanna desert

your unit, Private?

Because w*r is

bullshit, Sarge.

Oh, it is huh?

Well do enlighten me.

I was drafted,

I don't wanna be here,

I'm sick of putting

my neck on the line

for politicians

who start wars to take money.

They say we're fighting

for freedom and democracy,

but we're not, sir.

Where are you from, Private?

KANE:

Philadelphia.

You go to Harvard, son?

No, sir,

Philadelphia Community College.

- You running for office?

- No.

Then what the f*ck

are you talking about?

Don't poison my ears with that

high-minded liberal dog sh*t.

You came to this unit as

a no-good puss bucket from

a shitty neighborhood.

We're trying to turn you

into a weapon,

a minister of death.

You should be f*cking

praying for w*r.

Without w*r you

have nothing to offer,

you're puke, you're scum,

you're note even human,

do you understand that?

So my request

to be sent home...

that's a no, then, huh?

You g*dd*mn right it's a no,

you maggot-dicked

piece of sh*t.

You may not wanna be here

but we're gonna keep you here,

do you hear me,

you ball streak of camel piss?

You're government property.

You need motivation

and I'm gonna give it to you,

even if I have to bend

you over and ram it

straight up your a*s!

You know Sarge,

I can't help but notice.

You mention d*ck and a*s a lot.

What the f*ck did you say?

Oh, hey, don't mind me.

What a man does in

the privacy of his own bedroom,

that's none of my business.

Don't ask, don't tell.

- [GROWLS]

- Know what I'm sayin'?

- [GRUNTS]

- [COUGHS]

Don't worry Sarge,

it's just a minor injury,

you'll be back

on your knees in no time.

Ugh!

I guess I'll be

going home now huh?

[]

I wanted freedom

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

Nice limp you got there, Hyde.

Go f*ck yourself, Murphy.

I wanted...

Wilder, are you ready to go?

When I finish this.

Hey, look, don't get

pissed with me just 'cause

you caught some friendly fire

in your pinky toe.

It wasn't my f*cking pinky toe,

it was my f*cking shin.

And f*ck you.

[MUTTERING]

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

So how'd you end up in here?

Me and Sergeant Peck had

ourselves a little disagreement.

Is that right?

Yeah, how 'bout you?

See the limp on the MP?

Yeah.

Courtesy of my buddy here.

I went along for the ride.

Are you two girls

done gossiping?

I guess so.

Good, well perhaps now

one of you can do something

useful and spot me

a cigarette.

I don't smoke.

I'm all out Murph.

What about you?

What about me?

You got a cigarette?

Nope.

What you in for?

Writing a book.

Ashamed to tell 'em, Reggie?

Have we met before, friend?

No.

But your legend has spread far

throughout the Corps.

Gentlemen,

Reckless Reggie Brown.

The meanest, baddest man

in the whole damn town.

Damn, you crackers are

real imaginative with that

nickname sh*t, ain't you?

When you live with

the reality of w*r, boy,

there ain't no time

for imagination.

Poetic.

You should put

that on a greeting card.

So are you gonna tell Sergeant

Whisper here what you did,

we sure have got

a long journey ahead.

[MOCKINGLY] Okay, master.

Whatever you say, sir, master.

You sure do have

a hard-on for white folk now.

The only hard-on

I got for white folks

is when I'm sticking one

down your mother's throat.

Well you excuse my momma if she

wasn't enthusiastic 'bout that,

she's been dead five years.

Well, seeing as you

got stage fright,

let me regal these

two Mary's here with

a story about

Reckless Reggie Brown.

By all means.

Reggie here was

one of 17 men sent down

to take out

a .45 machine g*n encampment,

guarding a German railroad.

As they approached,

the German gunner spotted them.

He ripped nine of

the men to pieces.

The rest of the men just...

just ran away,

leaving Reggie, here,

taking fire

from 32 heavy machine gunners.

Reggie got down on his belly

and he faced

those Germans all on his own.

He took out his

Colt .45 and he popped 10

of those n*zi f*ck

with just eight b*ll*ts.

At that point,

one of the Krauts yelled out

and asked Reggie here

if he was English.

You see, those n*zi f*ck,

they don't respect us Americans,

they just figure us

a bunch of rookies.

The Kraut thought old

Reckless here was some kind of

English superman,

sent to show the p*ssy Americans

how it's done.

When Reggie

told him he was American,

the Kraut replied,

"If you stop k*lling my men,

I will make them surrender."

Ten minutes later,

30 Germans

came walking towards

Reggie's battalion with their

hands held high in the air.

My story as accurate as

yours with that Colt .45?

I wasn't on my belly,

I was on my knees.

Shouldn't you be getting

the Medal of Honor

for sh*t like that?

What the f*ck

are you doing here with us?

Lemme ask you a question, boy.

Do you know how many black

soldiers are fighting

on the front line

of the U.S. Army?

No.

Five.

That's not because

us black folks are cowards,

there's thousands of us

who wanna serve.

But the Air Force

and Marines won't take us.

The Navy only employ us

to cook your slop.

The Army let in five of us,

and still they pulled

that segregation sh*t.

The last straw was when

we were traveling back

from the railroad with all those

n*zi f*ck who surrendered.

They chartered a military bus

to pick us up

but there wasn't enough room

for the Germans

and their officers,

so the staff sergeant told me

to give up my seat

and walk back to base.

Can you believe that sh*t?

I just fought

the battle of my life.

And they're telling me

to give up my seat

for a f*cking n*zi?

So what'd you do?

I made the staff sergeant

see the error of his ways.

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

[]

You called for me doctor?

This is a human brain.

Okay.

This is the cerebral cortex.

It is divided into

four sections called lobes,

the frontal lobe,

the parietal lobe,

the occipital lobe,

and the temporal lobe.

Do you know

what these lobes do?

I suppose you are going

to tell me.

The frontal lobe

is associated with reasoning,

speech, planning, emotions

and problem-solving.

The parietal lobe controls

movement, orientation

and the processing

and recognition of stimuli.

The occipital lobe is associated

with visual processing,

while the temporal lobe

is where we get the recognition

and processing of auditory

stimuli and memory.

Now this is a brain of a wolf.

There's an area near

the primary auditory cortex

which shows there

are striking similarities

between the way the canine brain

and the human brain respond

to emotionally loaded sounds.

It is clear there is

a common response to emotion

in both species.

Is this why you called

me here, to tell me this?

No, I simply wanted to tell you

that I shall be needing

one male specimen and one

female specimen this evening.

Could you and Hess bring

them around to the lab

- at around six?

- Of course.

That will be all.

What the f*ck is this sh*t?

SOLDIER:

Pull over.

[DRIVER SIGHS]

[ENGINE STOPS]

[RADIO PLAYS FAINTLY]

Damn it.

You comin' to help or what?

My leg's f*cked.

You're gonna have to do it.

I can't move that sh*t

on my own.

[SIGHS]

You're gonna have to.

You're a lazy piece

of sh*t you know that?

f*ck you.

Hey, gimme the keys for them.

Why?

I gotta move this sh*t.

If you're not gonna move

your a*s,

I'll get them to do it.

What are you crazy?

You can't uncuff

those prisoners.

Look, they're unarmed.

I'll have my g*n on them

the whole time,

Where the f*ck

are they gonna go?

Fine.

Any sh*t goes down,

it's on you.

Ladies.

Piss stop?

I need a couple of y'all

to move some sh*t out the road.

Any volunteers?

Thought not.

Brown, Murphy, you're up.

There's a surprise.

f*ck you.

All right, move the sh*t

out of the road.

Come on,

we ain't got all day.

Are you blind?

What?

He asked if you're blind.

No, I ain't blind.

MURPHY: Well you must be

if you can't see

we're being ambushed.

What ambush.

This ambush, drop the g*n.

Drop the g*n now!

[g*n FIRES]

[]

Oh!

Make my day,

do you feel lucky?

All of you in a line, now.

SS MAN 1: Stand next to this

sniveling shite.

SS MAN 2:

Put your hands on your head.

SS MAN 1: How many prisoners are

in the back of the truck?

How many prisoners?

Two.

You wouldn't be lying

to me now would you?

I'm not lying, I swear.

Go and check the truck.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Shite.

[]

[GRUNTS]

[g*n FIRES]

Wait, wait.

I have important

information for you.

You want any information?

Nope, I'm good.

Heil Hitler!

[]

Do you know much

about trucks?

Enough to know

this one's f*cked.

Looks like we're on foot.

MURPHY:

How many g*ns we got?

n*zi f*ck had Hyde's piece

plus some extra a*mo,

that's four pistols

all together.

We got any cigarettes?

Well they had these.

What's your name, Private?

Joe Kane.

So watcha wanna do, Joe Kane?

You sticking with us

or are you going your own ways?

I'll stick.

What do you wanna do?

Those smokes for sharing?

They can be.

Let's go.

[]

[]

Late again.

A busy evening I'm afraid.

Dinner is cold.

We are on the verge

of the greatest breakthrough

in modern medicine.

I'm afraid the chicken

will have to wait.

It was beef.

What the hell is this?

A new piece.

You've been using

my subjects again!

You have plenty of subjects.

We only have

a select few here.

Then order more in

from the other camps.

That takes time Ilsa!

The work we are doing here

is of the utmost urgency.

We are going to lose

this w*r unless we

get urgent reinforcements.

I understand.

You know I work

for the cause too.

And yet I still find time

to cook dinner for my husband.

You never make time for us.

You may not want to hear

this but our marital concerns

are of little importance.

Our country stands at a

pivotal moment in its history

that is of greater

importance right now.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I'm sorry you don't.

Officer Becker.

May I speak with

you for a moment.

Of course.

We have to stop doing this,

the doctor will find out.

He's too busy with his work.

He doesn't suspect a thing.

Still, we gotta

keep things low-key.

Men of my rank have

been k*lled for less.

You know this is not

just a physical thing.

I care about you.

I care about you too.

Good morning, Dr. Mengele

would like to see you

in his laboratory at 9 a.m.

Could you give me

a moment to get dressed?

Of course.

Sir?

Yeah?

Could you wait outside.

Of course.

Perhaps you should get

a real lock for this door, ya?

Perhaps I should.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Officer Becker, sir.

Thank you, Hess.

[]

Officer Becker,

please take a seat.

Do you read the Bible,

Becker?

Not recently, sir.

But you have

in the past, yes?

BECKER:

Yes.

You recall

the passage in Judges 16?

Vaguely.

Allow me to

refresh your memory.

There was a man called Samson.

Who had been given

great strength by God.

He met a woman called Delilah

and became infatuated by her.

But Delilah

had been approached

by the lords

of the Philistines

as they offered her money

to discover the secret

of Samson's strength,

Three times she asked him

the secret of his strength,

and three times he gave her

a false answer.

But on the fourth occasion,

he gave her the true reason.

He did not cut his hair in

fulfillment of a vow to God.

Delilah, while Samson

was sleeping on her knee,

shaved his head and

betrayed him to her enemies.

Forgive me, sir.

But I'm not sure what

the relevance is.

I think we both

know the relevance.

The Bible

is a fascinating read,

contains many stories

about redemption.

I like that concept.

People make mistakes,

they should be given

the opportunity

to atone for them,

don't you agree?

Yes.

As you know we are seeking

to create hybrid soldiers

to serve the Third Reich.

I need a soldier.

Someone who is totally

dedicated to the Fuhrer.

A man who is willing to put

his country above all else.

That is why I have chosen you,

you will be the very first

werewolf of the Third Reich.

Wait a minute, I have...

I have already informed

the Fuhrer

that you are to be

the first.

He is most grateful for

your service to your country.

But I haven't

volunteered, I...

You can't do this.

MENGELE:

We already have.

You must understand

Officer Becker...

if you follow the serpent

to forbidden fruit

and take a bite,

can you really complain

if you face the wrath of God?

You have to get out of here.

Why what's happened?

Your husband,

he knows about us.

- What are you talking about?

- He knows!

He actually told you this?

He's ordered me

to become the first

of his hybrid soldiers.

The Fuhrer has been informed,

I have no choice.

What are you going to do?

I'm going

to leave the camp here,

I will never come back.

You're going

to leave me behind too?

BECKER:

That is why I came here.

I want you to come with me.

If they find us,

they will k*ll us.

Going somewhere?

Yes.

Let us stop dancing around,

shall we?.

Why the hell do you keep

breaking into my room?

Am I not entitled to privacy?

Not when you're f*cking

the doctor's wife, no.

Look.

I don't know what

he has told you,

but he's lying.

You are such a fool.

I took you under my wing,

you could've worked your way

through the ranks,

work directly

with the Fuhrer himself.

Instead you throw it

all away for a woman.

Haven't you ever cared about

anyone more than yourself?

Huh?

[GRUNTS]

Emotional vulnerability has

always been your weakness.

Your attempt to assert

yourself is admirable.

But a little clumsy.

All you have succeeded in

doing is wasting my time.

Diplomacy is at an end.

Now the w*r begins.

[]

The Fuhrer said the first

essential for success

is a perpetually,

constant and regular

implement of violence.

I can't say I agree

with that myself.

But I know Officer Hess

is a staunch advocate it.

Needless to say it is far

from helpful to be presented

with a concussed patient,

so we have both

been inconvenienced

by Hess' conduct.

My heart bleeds

for you doctor.

Now, now, let's keep it

cordial I know you have been

through considerable

pain already, but,

if you allow me,

I will be able

to ease you into this transition

without further stress.

[SOBBING] Do whatever you want,

you sick b*stard.

But I promise you,

the moment I change,

I'm coming for you,

you hear that?

Please save your energy.

You will need it

for what's ahead.

[CRYING]

Time to make history.

No, no, no...

[PANTING]

[COUGHING, GAGGING]

[GROWLING]

[HOWLING]

Franz?

Looking for someone?

What have you done to him?

Officer Becker?

Yes.

Nothing.

Then where is he?

He's with the doctor.

Take me to him.

Of course, follow me.

[]

Ilsa, let me introduce you

to the first

werewolf

of the Third Reich.

[GROWLS]

[SOBBING]

No!

Let him rest,

he is still fragile

after the transformation.

You son of a b*tch!

How, how could you?

You should be happy.

Tonight we have made history.

All of my work

has finally come to fruition.

You did this

out of spite you b*stard.

Spite?

Was it not spite

that motivated you

to betray me?

You neglected me.

You made me feel like

all those years were wasted.

Believe that if it helps

you to sleep at night,

we both know the truth.

You are nothing

but a common wh*re.

Oh, f*ck you!

Now listen,

work must continue.

[GROWLS]

Either we put this matter

aside for now and continue

our daily routines

as they were, or...

Or what?

Or Officer Hess will

snap your neck and leave

your rotting carcass in

the street for the stray dogs

to feast on, your choice.

When this w*r is over,

so is our marriage.

As you wish.

Take her back

to my quarters.

[GROWLS]

[]

[]

[GROWLS SOFTLY]

I know you don't want

to live like this.

I can't stand

to see you in pain.

[SOBBING]

[GROWLS MENACINGLY]

[PANTING]

You're still...

you're still human.

[]

[]

KANE: What is that,

a German military base?

I don't think so.

I know what it is.

What is it?

One of those

concentration camps.

Mm...

I remember back in '42,

people talking about that sh*t.

Now I hear they were executing

Jewish POWs in the hundreds.

I heard it's worse than that.

Some of the stories floating

around these places, crazy.

So what are we gonna do?

You know...

we could

go on our merry way,

forget all that sh*t,

plan an escape.

But I gotta tell you boys...

I'm a real pleasure seeker,

but you know what I take

pleasure in

most of all in this world?

What's that, Murph?

k*lling Nazis.

What makes you think

she's still here?

She has had time to escape.

No, no, I know exactly

where she is.

[WHISTLING]

[]

BILLY:

Hey, as*h*le!

[BOTH GRUNT]

What the hell was that?

It's coming from outside.

Go check it out.

I'll go to my quarters.

Of course.

[BOTH GROANING]

BILLY: f*ck, show me

what they teach you

in that Third Reich.

Come on, come on.

[GRUNTS]

m*therf*cker probably alerted

those n*zi f*ck inside.

Just stay cool.

Reggie and I,

we'll go through the front,

Billy and Joe,

- you take the rear.

- Got it.

[]

[g*n FIRING]

[WHISTLING]

MURPHY:

You turn around real slow boy.

Now get on the floor.

Lie on your belly, boy.

Are you going to k*ll me?

You could say that's

a pretty safe assumption doc.

Then why are you hesitating?

Why, I could just blow a

hole in you from this distance

and be done with that sh*t.

But where would be the

fun in that, doctor, hm?

Let me tell you something.

When I k*ll a n*zi,

I like to see the whites

of his eyes real close up,

I gotta...

I gotta smell that fear,

see that fear.

Hell,

I bet you've seen a lot

of that fear, ain't you doc?

Bearing down on those

innocent civilians now?

How's it feel to have the shoe

on the other foot, p*ssy?

I am not in charge

of the extermination unit,

I am a doctor...

I don't give a f*ck

who you say

or you think you are boy.

You are part of

an industrial k*lling machine,

and me and my men,

we're gonna burn that

to the f*cking ground.

Now on your belly boy.

[]

m*therf*cker.

Thank you sir, huh?

[]

[]

m*therf*cker's

got machine g*ns.

- Cover me.

- 'Kay.

- [GRUNTS]

- Ugh!

BILLY:

You n*zi f*ck.

Wait.

I wanna see just

how tough this guy is

without his machine g*n.

On your feet m*therf*cker.

Come on!

What do you say gunner?

You wanna go a couple

rounds with me, huh?

Let's do it.

BILLY:

Wait.

Let me frisk this

piece of sh*t first.

He's all yours.

KANE:

All right.

[]

Come on,

let's see what you got.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Come on, come on!

[GROANING]

Come on!

[g*n FIRES]

What are you doing?

Be much quicker

if you just let me do that

in the first place.

[]

[GROWLING]

What the f*ck?

[GROWLS]

[SCREECHING]

You ugly m*therf*cker.

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

Holy smokes.

It's okay.

Joe, we gotta get

these people outta here.

- [GROWLING]

- [SCREAMING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[SCREAMING, GROANING]

[WHISTLES]

[g*n CLICKS]

One, two!

[SCREAMS]

[]

MURPHY:

Oh f*ck, oh f*ck.

Oh yeah.

Any of those hairy

f*ck back there?

Nope just some

n*zi f*ck doctor.

And that m*therf*cker,

he's gonna be in there.

Hell yeah.

[CLOCK TICKING]

Oh sh*t.

[]

[]

[LAUGHING]

Job done.

Not quite.

It's burning,

what else can we do?

I didn't see that n*zi

f*ck doctor in the lab.

Ah, I bet he's barbecue now.

MURPHY:

I'm not so sure.

[]

[HOWLING]

MURPHY:

Good afternoon, Dr. Mengele.

What the hell are you

doing in here?

You remember me?

Should I?

The name's Murphy.

We shared a few moments

in Camp 7,

back in World w*r II.

The night that hellhole

burned to the ground.

I remember,

what do you want?

What I've wanted for

the past 30 long years, doc.

To watch you die.

If you just wanted me dead,

you could've done it by now.

But obviously there is

something else on your mind.

I'm just curious.

MENGELE:

About what?

How does it feel to go

from being a high-ranking

n*zi officer

to a sh*t-shoveling farmer

in the South American

backwaters?

I always have my memories.

I guess you must be

feeling pretty pleased

with yourself right about now?

Why, you evaded our grasp,

you escaped the Allies,

sh*t, boy,

the West German government

have been looking for you

for years now.

You actually

got away with that.

But as you say, now I am

just a sh*t-shoveling farmer.

That you are.

A sh*t-shoveling farmer

who has been on your mind

for 30 years,

I can only begin to imagine

how troubling

that must have been for you.

I just don't like

loose ends now.

And you're hoping

to finally tie this one up?

You're looking for this?

Yeah, I also got

the one in your sh*t house,

I got the one

from under your bed too.

You know I, I figure you

quite a paranoid guy, doc.

But I guess looking over

your shoulder for the past

30 years is gonna

do that to a man.

I can only imagine just

how troubling that must be.

I got the one from under

your pillow too, shitface.

You can k*ll me,

but I will still be alive

inside your head.

You can't wipe away 30 years

with one pull of the trigger.

Guess I'm gonna have to

pull it more than once then.

[g*n FIRING]

You boys know what pleasures me

most of all in this world?

ALL:

What's that, Murph?

Heh.

k*lling Nazis.

[MOCK HOWLING]