Frankenstein's Army Page #3

Eva!

- No, no, this way.

- This way, Dima!

Sacha! Dima!

- Come on, Vasja!

- Grenade!

- Hey!

- Does anyone read me?

- Over.

We are trapped. We can't

hold out much longer.

Our position is 511728 north

by 132204 east.

Do you read me? Over.

- I don't f***ing believe this.

- Sergei.

Comrade.

Let me explain-

- What's going on?

- Why don't you

ask Comrade Dima?

- What?

- Tell them...

before I blow your

f***ing brains out.

- You don't understand.

- Tell them!

- There's no Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

- I don't get it.

- Here.

It's a radio jammer.

I couldn't understand

why we were getting

no signal before.

This is why.

Our comrade here was blocking us,

cutting us off from Mother.

- And I was carrying

the f***ing thing!

- He could use it to

transmit the message

from his pack to the radio and...

- And lead us here.

So there is no...

- No Tiger Bear,

no Russian soldiers

needing our help.

- F***ing bastard!

- Oo.

Ah!

- Wait, Vasja.

Don't kill him yet.

First I want to know why.

- We are not going anywhere.

Not going anywhere.

- That Fritz must know the way.

- We'll follow him.

- That f***ing old fascist?

- You don't understand.

We are not leaving.

That's an order.

- An order?

I'm going to cut his balls off-

- Here, here, here, here.

- Oo.

- Read this document.

I'm a full captain,

your superior officer.

I have a list of every

man in this squad's

family and loved ones.

If something happens to me...

- What?

- You know what will

happen to them.

- Right.

- Dima...

Tell me...

Why didn't you just tell us?

Huh?

Why the trick?

- This is a top secret mission.

The bureau was afraid

there might be a leak.

- So you let us come unprepared?

- No, I did not know

the exact nature

of the work that the

doctor was working on.

- He's not a doctor.

He's a madman.

- My orders are to capture

him, if possible.

If not, kill him.

- Capture?

What does the glorious

motherland...

- Listen!

- Want with that madman?

- Listen to me!

This is none of your business.

You do your job; You go

home safe and sound.

Do you understand?

- Is there even film

in that camera?

- Yes, yes.

- The film is real.

I need a record of everything

just in case we cannot

take him alive.

Now, Fritz.

We are going to the doctor's base,

and you-you're taking us there.

Which way?

- This is the lift

up to the church.

- If these things

are a Nazi weapon,

they've turned on their master.

Not so brilliant, huh, Dima?

Ah, f***.

- Fritz,

you used to work here, right?

Where is the doctor?

- Hey!

Which way?

- Den Gleisen.

Folgen.

- Dima,

you can't be serious.

You want to go to the

base of this thing?

It's suicide.

- I thought I made it clear.

Our job is to find and

capture the doctor.

- Or kill.

Captured or killed, you said.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Moscow wants him alive.

- They're here!

- Go!

Get out, Dima!

Run, Dima! For God's sakes!

- Get in!

Close the door! Close the door!

' Gun!

- Get the f***ing gun!

- Go!

- Come on!

Run faster!

- Get in.

- Close the door!

- Come on, let's go!

Forget the gun! Get inside!

- Lock it in, you

f***ing idiot!

- What the f***?

- No, leave it!

It can't hurt us.

- This one can't hurt us.

At last, we're getting somewhere.

- Nein!

- Nein!

- Little fascist...

- Sacha, go down there

and take a look.

- What?

- You crazy?

- I've got a better idea.

Vasja, get the boy.

- Right.

- In you go.

- Nein!

- "Nein!

- Nein!"

Come on.

- Wait!

First we'll take you down,

then we'll bring you back.

- In you QO-

- Nein!

Nein!

- I've got you!

- Hans, tell me what you see!

- Pull!

Pull!

Pull him up.

- Ugh!

- Shoot it!

Just do something! God damn it!

- Sacha, the wire!

Try and cut the wire! Get back!

Cut the f***ing wire!

The wire!

Cut it, Sacha!

- Down!

- Get down!

- You all right, Captain?

Thanks, Seryosha.

- Okay, let us go down there.

We can fix a rope.

I told you, the doctor's

lab is down there.

- Of course, Dima.

After you!

- Ahh...

- So, Dima.

You want to continue

your secret mission?

You do it alone.

I'm taking my men out

of this mad hole.

Bye-bye, Jewboy.

Oh, sorry, I mean, Captain Jewboy.

- Don't forget your

precious film.

- Traitors.

F***ing traitors.

All of them.

Comrades!

Come back!

I order you, come back!

Screw you, Czarevitch Stalin.

Screw you, party slaves!

Soul of the proletariat, my ass.

You will all be shot anyway!

You'll all be shot anyway!

F***ing retard.

Oh, God...

I'm going to hell.

- I am in hell.

Mama, Papa,

this is my last roll of film.

Do not trust what they tell you.

I made a deal with the government.

They promised to let you go

in exchange for the doctor.

I don't think that's

happening anymore.

I'm sorry.

I love you,

and I'm gonna miss you.

Oh, f***.

- Oh, God...

Nein. Nein.

Bleibt hier.

Du musst mich t6ten.

Ich bin schon.

I ch bitte dich.

Du bist Arsch.

VWrklich!

I ch bitte dich!

Nein!

Nein, nein, nein!

I ch bitte dich!

Nein.

I ch bitte dich.

Nein!

Nein!

Ahh!

Nein!

I ch bitte dich!

Nein!

Nein!

I ch bitte dich.

"Okay"

- Oh, God...

" Okay" Okay

- Ivan...

Ivan, it's me, Dimitri. Ivan.

Whoa! Hey!

Ivan! Ivan! What-

- Okay, give us

something good.

No, no, not my finger.

Not my finger.

Is it filming?

Yeah?

Good.

Here.

It's good.

Eat this.

It will make you strong.

It's eintopf.

- I'm not hungry.

- Eat.

- I need you to be strong.

- Do you like it?

It's really good.

I have added some of my

own ingredients in it.

- I need you to be strong

to make a record of my work here.

- Your work?

- For posterity, you know?

You're Dr. Frankenstein?

- Do you think you can do this?

Do you think you can

do this for me?

- Swallow.

Swallow.

Swallow!

- Are you filming?

- Yes.

- Okay.

- Come in.

Go, go, go, follow.

Come.

Oh, don't be shy. Come.

My father said man would

be more efficient

if they have hammers

and screwdrivers

instead of fingers.

Here, use this.

When I tried to do it with cats,

he told me it was a

sin against God.

He-he beat me.

It's not a sin.

It's simple mechanics, engineering.

Ugh!

Well...

After Father died,

the Nazis closed the factory

and sent me to a camp.

Someone told the

Sturmbannfiihrer about my cats.

He asked me if I could do the same

with people.

So I used Grandfather's notes.

His techniques were quite crude.

He needed thunderstorms,

but now I can do it

with a generator!

- That's fascinating, Viktor.

Can you explain how your automatons

receive and follow orders and-

- What did you say?

They are not machines or puppets...

- Sorry, sorry.

- I-I-I.

- Like the toys

my father built!

Each one is still alive.

- I see.

- They even need to eat.

Go, hurry UP-

I feed them

with the same eintopf I gave you.

- Yes.

- Ah, f*** you!

F*** you!

- Here they are.

- At least one is still alive.

- F*** you!

- F*** you!

- Don't do this to me.

- F*** you all.

- Don't do this to me.

- F*** you!

F*** You!

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