Frankenstein's Army

- My name is Dimitri

Asna, and I'm a graduate

of the All-Union Institute

of Cinematography in Moscow.

I was entrusted by

our great leader,

Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin,

to film the heroic deeds

of a distinguished

reconnaissance unit

under the command of

Sergeant Novikov.

I am proud to be a

part of this mission

in the Great Patriotic War.

Long live motherland, and

long live Czarevitch Stalin.

For you.

- Very good, Seryosha.

- Very good.

Very strong.

Ivan. Ivan, don't-

Very good. Look where you go.

Don't trip up.

Vanya, yes, very good. Very good.

No, too much. Too much, Vanya.

Sacha! Hurry up there!

I need to use the other camera.

How many times must I tell you, eh?

Be careful with it!

Give me.

Turn it on. Give me.

Give me.

Turn it on. Give me.

- There is the sniper's nest.

It's crucial that we

destroy this nest.

It's a potential death trap

for our advancing troops.

Vassili, Alexei,

you flank it from

the right and left.

Ivan and I will divert attention.

Let's get as much

gear off as we can.

We need to be light.

Sacha, you stay here,

and you guard the gear, huh?

- Take cover!

- Kill him!

Kill him!

Grenade!

- Whoa!

- Grenade!

- Ah, sh*t!

- God-

F*** off, Dima.

- Um, can you go behind me?

I can't see a thing.

Jesus Christ...

- Sir!

Over here!

- Keep the f***ing

noise down, boy!

- What the f***?

- Ooh...

- F***ing hooligan.

- I don't give a sh*t.

We're here to help our comrades.

Let's go.

- Bear Cobra 3-1-9

calling Mother.

Do you read me? Over.

Do you read me? Over.

Bear Cobra 3-1-9 calling Mother.

Do you read me? Over.

Dima, you think you got

some good shots today, huh?

- Can I ask you a few questions,

for the folks back home in Russia?

You don't sound Russian.

Where are you from?

- Krakow, Poland.

I escaped east when

the Nazis invaded.

Here.

She is why I'm here.

Seryosha, get over here.

- You think it's worth it?

- Maybe.

- Dima, it's only-

- Moscow Jewboy!

- Where are you?

You're a liberator!

- You Polish c*nt!

You are going straight

to military tribunal!

Give me the camera!

If you don't get off

that f***ing bicycle...

Sacha!

You drunken-

- This is Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

We are trapped.

Does anyone read me? Over.

This is Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

We are trapped.

Does anyone read me? Over.

- Misha?

- This is Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

- Misha, I've got something.

Hello? Tiger Bear 3-0-3?

We read you. Over.

- We are trapped.

- We can't hold out much longer.

Our position is 511728 north

by 132204 east.

Do you read me?

- Hello?

- Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

What is your situation? Over.

- We can't hold out much longer.

Our position is 511728 north by 13-

- They can't hear us.

- What one is it?

- Some mining village in

the middle of nowhere.

We're not far.

If we get a move on, we

could be there by noon.

- Don't you think it's strange?

Who is Tiger Bear?

I thought we were the

only reconnaissance.

- They're Russians-

our boys-

and they need help.

What more do you need to know?

You better inform Mother.

- I wish I could.

That crazy message

is the only thing I've

received for two days.

- Dima, pack your stuff away.

We won't wait for you.

- Eh?

- Here's one, shot already, eh?

F***ing fritzie.

- Let me...

Ugh...

- Sh*t!

Sh*t. Damn you!

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

Nothing is going on.

- Do me a favor and

stay with the squad.

- Is that it?

- There's a lot of damage.

There's been fighting here.

Do you see anything?

- Nothing.

No Russians.

No Germans.

Not even a stinking goat.

- All right.

We're going through the trees

very slowly, huh?

And you stay at the back

and keep out of the f***ing way.

- Dima!

Come on.

Get down, you idiot!

- I don't get it.

That's artillery damage,

not aircraft.

We don't have artillery

within 50 kilometers of here.

Who did this?

- Let's move down to the

church and take it from there.

Move.

- I don't care who did this.

They're bastards, whoever they are.

- Oh, God.

They are nuns.

- Oh, God.

- One is still alive.

Who did this, huh?

Who did this to you?

It's the Nazis, right?

Say it's the Nazis. Say it!

- For God's sake, Dima.

- Say it!

Say-say-say it.

- Whoa!

- Are you all right?

- I fell into a f***ing grave,

but I'll be all right.

- Hey!

- What was that?

- What kind of church is this?

- This is more like a factory.

- F***...

Sacha!

None of your stupid

games here, huh?

It could be dangerous!

- Sacha.

Sacha, go down there,

see if you can find a light switch.

- Why?

- Because we need more light.

Go.

Sash...

- Sash!

- What?

- See if you can get

the generator started.

- Why?

- Don't argue.

- Just do it.

One...

Ugh.

- Hey, camera-with-legs,

come over here.

Hey, look at what we have found.

- What's going on?

Sacha, is that you?

- Misha...

- Don't you think this is-

- No, no, no, no.

Don't touch it!

Don't touch it!

- Uh!

- What the...

- Vassili, don't-

- Don't touch it, Vassili!

- Can you hear me?

I think it's blind.

I don't think it can see us, huh?

What are you?

Can you hear me?

- Let's put you out

of your miser-

- Misha!

- Novikov!

Get it!

- Vassili!

- Vassili, get it!

Get it out! Get it out!

- Get it of Get it off me!

Get it off me!

- Kill it!

- Kill it!

Get it off him! Get it off!

- Oh, my God, Misha.

Just relax.

Just stay still.

Here, here.

Okay, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Don't move.

- Don't move.

Sacha, for God's sakes,

turn that thing off!

Ugh!

- Calling Mother.

- Do you read me?

Over.

Do you read me? Over.

We're being jammed.

It's the only explanation.

It's been days since

I got a scratch

out of the damn thing.

- What if we used the tower?

- That's not a bad idea.

Not a bad idea.

- Vasja.

- Vasja.

We are here now.

You heard that Mayday.

Our boys need help.

- Where the f*** are

they, then, eh?

- Listen, we need to search

the village properly.

Otherwise, Novikov has

died for nothing.

He's right, Vasja.

Take the others.

I'll stay here with

Sacha and their gear.

Go to the village,

find someone, anyone,

who can tell us what

is going on here.

- Correct me if I'm

wrong, Seryosha,

but I'm next in command

after Novikov.

- I don't think so.

Look at the stripes.

- Who gives a f***

about stripes?

I have been with this

unit longer than anyone.

- That doesn't mean

you're in charge, Vasja!

Oh, no?

Well, let's ask the others.

- Vasja, Sergei is right.

- Shut the f***

up, you Jewboy!

You're here just to

make pretty pictures.

- Vasja, you're too

smart to be in charge.

Let Seryosha have his fun.

We can always slit

his throat later.

- Alexei?

Sacha?

You want him to be in command?

The f***ing radio hand?

He's not even Russian.

Okay, have it your way.

But don't come crying to me

when he leads us into

some fritzie trap.

Stop f***ing filming!

- Comrade, control

your temper.

- Make another sound, I

f***ing shoot your balls off!

- Alexei, where are you going?

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