The Inglorious Bastards (Quel maledetto treno blindato)

Barrow?

- Speak up, Barrow! - Here.

O'Hara? Gonzales?

Esposito? Johnson?

McKinley? Slobowski?

Four prisoners missing, Forrest.

Go see what the hell's happening over there.

Okay!

Come on, get in there. Hurry up!

Come on, come on, get the lead out.

I'll give those guys another five minutes.

Huh, here comes two of them now.

Who are these two guys?

Hey, what do you think they'll do with us?

Come over the stockade.

Haines went AWOL, and the black guy's a killer.

Don't worry about it kid. You just stick with me.

Sgt. Abrahams, report to B Company CQ.

Special services are putting on a show at…

…1900 hours in the C Company mess hall.

Privates Booth, Pizzini…

Son of a bitch. We get our asses shot off at the front,

…and those friggin' deserters get locked up at a nice safe stockade.

Three squares a day, and no problems.

Yeah, only then they get shot!

Heh. What do you mean "shot"? They get a court-martial, sure.

But then, what, with lawyers, and appeals…

Before you know it, the war will be over.

They'll get off with their ass unpaddled.

How does it feel to have a yellow streak down your back?

- Feel good, eh? - Just a redneck bastard, kid.

Who you calling a "redneck bastard," boy?

I accidentally killed a loudmouth Sergeant just like you.

You wanna try for two? They can only shoot me once.

The hell's going over there? Move it!

Glad you guys could make it!

Canfield?

Fred Canfield.

Get in the truck, Canfield.

- Haines? - Here!

Hurry up, Haines. Get your ass in there!

Hey Tony! Tony! Can I still get into the pool?

A guy in my company says you're taking bets on your own execution!

The third time they lock me up,

…and the third time, I come out smelling like a rose.

They say you're given odds of 3 to 1. Here's a $20.

If they don't shoot ya, you owe me $60 bucks.

But if they shoot me, I want cash. No IOU.

Hey Tony, what are you in for this time?

I'm in for life. Murder! Sorry buddy, too late!

Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four.

Detail. Ho! A-ten… hut!

Get in the truck, you bastard.

- What'd you got there? - Personal belongings.

Search him!

And hurry up! We haven't got all day here!

Lemme see your teeth, soldier.

Personal belongings, eh. What else you got?

What are you, a walking Woolworths?

- Empty all of your pockets. I— - Sergeant?

Sir?

Our prisoners are present and accounted for, Lieutenant. We're ready to move out.

There's been a last minute change of order, Sergeant.

I got another one for ya.

There's nobody else on the list, sir.

Uh-huh. It's an officer.

- An Officer? - That's right!

Going with them?

- Those are the orders. - Well, let's go get 'em.

That officer will give that bunch of misfits…

…just what they need. A touch of class.

Who is he, sir?

Lieutenant Robert Yeager, US Army Air Force.

Seems he's one of the best fighter pilots we got.

Only problem is, he likes to use his fighter to go see his girlfriend in London.

First time he did it, he was reprimanded.

Second time, he was grounded for three months.

And this time he's been sent up to Division for court-martial.

- Lieutenant Yeager. - What?

This way, sir.

You men are dismissed.

Come on, load up those trucks and get 'em the hell out of here.

Come on, let's go! Move it!

On the double, Flanagan!

Come on, move your ass, Hickerson!

Hear? We're moving out.

Start it up. Hansen, get that truck out of the way!

- Is this it? - Yeah, this is it.

Alright, we're moving out. Get it to start up.

Close the tailgate.

Move out!

What time do you have, Sarge, please?

Why? You in a hurry to get to the stockade?

Alright, who took my goddamn watch?

I'll give you all a-thirty seconds to find it, so work it out!

Do I get a reward, Sarge?

You son of a bitch!

What the hell's going on?

- You got a flat, Sarge. - That's just great.

That's just Jesus H. great.

Alright, you two, get out here and change the tire!

You and you, get out here!

Hurry up!

What're you waiting for, Canfield?

You fix it, Sergeant. I'm having my tea.

Okay.

Tea time's over.

You get that?

Now go fix the tire.

What the hell do ya think you're doing, Haines?

Pissing, Sarge.

If you wanna piss, piss in your pants!

Now get to work!

I can't hold it in!

Pretend you didn't hear it right. Go do it on his pants.

Bulgaria is crawlin' with Krauts, keep your eyes open.

You got something to say, Lieutenant? This is my show, sir.

You got any objections, you can put 'em in writing.

- Damn, they walled these nuts on. - You guys finished yet?

Then pull a rag out.

If there are any Kraut stragglers out there,

I don't fancy being used for target practice.

How long you been in?

That's the way, Canfield, make sure it's good and tight.

Ready to move out!

- Get the jeep. - Alright, Sarge!

Hit the deck!

Take cover!

Stop! Dammit, stop! Get back in the truck!

Give me that!

Here he comes again.

- Stop, or I'll shoot! - …don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Stop right there, you son's a bitches!

If you so much as put your nose outside that truck, I'll blow 'em off!

Stop! Stop!

I got orders to take… and that's where you're going, dead or alive!

Don't! Don't!

Stop that man, he's getting away!

Drop it! Drop it Jack! Drop it. I said drop it.

- I think the rain stopped. - …halt!

Hey, ho! Hey, ho!

Forward, march!

That's it!

Keep it up, man! Keep it up!

Quicktime, ha!

Arrivederci. Look at 'em run! Look at 'em!

Well, Let's go! Nicholas, take the jeep.

I'm coming. I'm-a coming!

- Transporation, guns, we got 'em made. - Hey! You coming with us?

I never thought I'd get outta that truck alive!

Don't say I didn't invite you!

Hey Berle, the Lieutenant is leaving us! Come on!

- You changed your mind, eh? - We go with the Lieutenant.

- What the hell? Wait! - Lieutenant, wait up!

Lieutenant, wait!

Since you're the officer, Lieutenant, kinda looks like you're in charge.

Where do we go from here?

Personally, I'm going to Switzerland.

It's the only neutral country around here,

…and the border's only like a 160 miles away.

Heh, I like that! Them Swiss banks have "mucho dinero."

How the hell am I supposed to tear down this damn engine,

if we ain't got no toolbox?

Well, you'll think of something.

Come on, bro. You know how to turn a screw!

If it's tool you want, your troubles are over!

Say, you wouldn't two No. 12 lug nuts…

and a hunk of tire there, will ya?

Coming up!

I don't believe it!

- Holy cow, it's the miracle worker! - You're right!

Nick, you're a damn supply depot. Is there anything you don't have?

Broads! But if you want some filthy pictures…

Fire!

Fire!

Everybody out, come on!

- Yes, yes, yes, go! - Mamma mia, it's raining again!

Come on!

Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on!

Nothing I could do about it! I've been scared.

Shit! The sound of them mortars, splits my eardrums!

I didn't wanna desert! I just can't stand it no more!

Come on, come on! Let's go.

- Come on, Nick! - I'm-a coming!

- Nick, come on! - Thank you.

- Nick! - Here I am, Lieutenant!

It looks-a deserted to me.

So what do we do?

We find out. I'll go in and take a look. Cover me.

Hey, you wanna bet?

Ten bucks even says there's a Kraut in there.

Okay, it's a bet.

Okay, baby. Here we go again.

Come on! Come on!

Y'all're invited! Welcome to the party at the Waldorf Astoria!

I won, old buddy. Let's see the money.

- Hey, that's a nice bundle… - Hell, you lay your hand on this…

…and I'll chop it off too. Hm.

Okay, let's take a break. Nick, see if you can hustle up some…

You like that? Did you scare all the Krauts away?