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Ready.

Aim.

Get in the trench.

Let me have that. Give me that.

You take this.

You know how to handle the thing.

Will you do what I say?

Let me thru.

Follow me.

Let me thru.

Let me through here.

Follow me.

Attention.

Move on, soldiers. You've all seen

corpses before. Come on, get back.

The work of Partisans.

Herr General, the di rective

from Berlin concerning prisoners.

If any of those musicians

should escape...

They will not.

Let's get back to the Castle.

Lionel, get on the bus.

You've got 70 people

on that bus. Go, damn it!

A torch.

Bury the bodies.

Yes, Colonel. Bury the bodies.

Mr. Evans...

you've cost us a great deal of time.

And trouble.

Colonel Arndt?

General.

Where is the orchestra?

The others got away, temporarily.

But not the prize.

Saving the honors for your self,

General?

More or less.

General!

Wait outside.

A musician was still alive.

He killed Colonel Arndt.

I was forced to shoot him.

I'll join you immediately.

Yes, sir, General.

You heard what I said?

I am a vain man, and killing you

would make me no better than that.

I don't believe that's the reason.

I think that if any

of my orchestra had escaped

and Arndt was still alive,

he'd have had some thing on you.

Curiously enough, both reasons,

yours and mine, are correct.

Perhaps your countrymen will reach

here, before you reach them. Goodbye.

Goodbye, General.

Ours was a conflict of moralities,

was it not?

Each of us

thought his own the greater.

But to paraphrase Napoleon, "Morality is on

the side of the heaviest Artillery."

And what happened to Napoleon?

General!

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