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The Luftwaffe

would never take a born cripple.

Not even

the Volkssturm would take me.

Not even in April 195,

and I kept volunteering.

So our mission was phony?

No, it wasn't.

- Promise me you'll follow through

no matter what happens. -l promise.

- Danke. You can go. Dismissed!

- I'm not going anywhere.

- That was an order!

- I said no!

Insubordination

is punishable by shooting.

What kind of a soldier

can't even leave this stupid town?

You can't even bang a girl.

So shoot!

Shoot me, you stupid old man!

There, that's more like it.

- Hi. -Hi.

- How's it going? -Fine.

I'm here visiting my... my aunt.

She had surgery.

It's her name day.

It's real important to her.

I'm here visiting my aunt too.

She's... She's in oral surgery.

- Is she okay?

- Sure...

A couple bridges,

three root canals, no problem.

- Cool blouse.

- Thanks. I sewed it myself.

- On a machine?

- Yeah.

- I'm crazy, huh?

- I like that. -Really?

I like you too.

- Thanks.

- Pretty hair, pretty eyes...

- A relative?

- Yep, a relative.

Sign here.

- It comes to 10,320 crowns.

- Do you mind Euros?

No.

- There isn't enough for the urn.

- I know, I calculated it.

Can you put him in here?

I'm finally leaving tomorrow.

A mission like no other, old man.

And you're flying with me.

You scumbag! My jerseys,

my curtains, my tents...

My dumpster!

I knew you were a thief! It's over,

man, finito! You're fired for good!

It's not all yours.

Some things yes, some no.

Only the panties aren't mine,

you pervert!

You pretend to be a nerd

but you steal underwear.

- How many b*tches did you ball

behind my back? -You'd be shocked.

You said to get lost, so I am.

For good.

Hey, you're not going anywhere.

Get back down here!

Fleischman, don't

f***ing tell me we're airborne.

I think we are.

- What if Franz was right?

- About what?

That a person

belongs where he was born.

Mission accomplished.

Man, you were right.

This town is dead. Look at it.

Hey, let's blow this place.

Nothing's stopping us,

and women are horny everywhere.

What?

Something is stopping us.

Better jump then

because we're headed out to sea.

Pitch it!

Look out! A tree!

Fleischman!

I love you.

- Where's Ilja? She got a letter

from Fleischman. -Let me see.

Sealed with semen.

I used to travel too...

What did that jerk-off write?

Hey, consider yourself fired!

The sky is so blue

reflecting off the ocean.

I measure temperature,

pressure, and dew point.

I'll be back

before the monsoon season.

Let's name it Ilja if it's a boy

and Vlasta if it's a girl.

I miss you.

Yours, Fleischman.

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