Into the White

Inspired by real events.

In the winter of 1940 fought

Brits and Germans Norway.

The goal was to gain control over

iron ore supply from Norway.

There was fighting between German bombers

and British fighter planes.

- Is there any casualties? Strunk?

- No.

- Schwartz?

- I have been hit in the elbow.

Hauk?

- Hauk!

- Hauk is dead.

Sergeant, take some of Overkonstablens

wounds. Disinfect and connect it.

I go over and find out

which way to go.

Am I going to die?

I will surely not die?

They have been injured in the elbow,

Overkonstabel. In the elbow.

Ready?

Why he flew far? We said

all he had to turn back.

It should not hang them in.

Mr. Lieutenant? Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

- Schopis!

- I'm down here!

During the snow!

What happened?

I fell down there.

That was what happened.

Excellent.

- Joseph, your book.

- What have you got?

I waited for six hours

at Alexanderplatz.

Finally, Hitler came by.

It's his autograph.

Biscuits, chocolate, sausage,

sauerkraut and beer.

- Beer?

- You never know, Mr. Lieutenant.

Yes. You are right.

What do we do now?

We march to the coast,

find our army and go to war again.

Hauk fell for his country.

"In time of need

raises as heroes -

- Filled with contempt for death,

determination and a cool head. "

"But ..."

"But there must be an external

incident to call genius. "

"Fate auction,

forcing one man to their knees -

- Makes sudden another

for a determined completely. "

It is as if Hitler speaks to me.

Speaking to us.

Do you understand it?

We were alone against three enemy planes,

and we survived.

And we got shot one of them. It is

Minus 20 degrees, and we do not freeze.

Turn off the light.

We use the battery.

We can not just go

in a random direction.

Beware!

Strunk!

- The sled is too heavy!

- Loosen the belt.

- What?

- Loosen the belt!

Oatmeal.

Do we have water?

Strunk, turn up the oven.

Norwegians are thorough people.

Satan.

There are only two.

Can you hear it?

I hate this place.

I hereby declare

this sh*t hole of German.

- Stop!

- Who's there?

Stop! Stand!

What?

Englishmen.

Who are you?

- A British officer and a soldier.

- What are you doing here?

Our plane was shot down

about three miles from here.

- And who are you?

- We are German pilots.

We were also shot down.

So ...

- Come on.

- Mr. Lieutenant?

Thank you.

It is probably not possible,

that you can get a cup of tea?

Lieutenant Horst Schopis.

Sergeant Wolfgang Strunk

and Constable Joseph Schwartz.

I'm Captain Davenport,

and this is my gunner Smith.

- Where slept in the night?

- In the plane.

- And you?

- In a snow cave.

This is probably a hunting lodge.

There is room for all of us.

- Smith and I can sleep over here.

- No.

- It is our beds.

- Your beds?

We're all just arrived.

How can it be your beds?

It is best, I sleep over there. We were

friendly to invite you inside.

Yes, but this

is a Norwegian cabin.

Who do you think the owners any

will share it with? You or me?

In a German-occupied country, it's me.

And sooner or later

this is German.

So go over there and sit.

I am a British officer, and I have

not to heed to sound your orders.

It's five o'clock, and you are now

officially the Third Reich prisoners.

I order you to go over.

- To hell with the Third Reich.

- Shut up!

- You say never again.

- It's an unusual situation.

- We must work together.

- Yes, we must.

But I must make it our prisoners.

Lieutenant, we should not shoot them?

- No.

- In English, please.

- Why not?

- We are not wild Hottentots.

- In English.

- Quiet.

They kill us if they get the chance.

I'm sure.

Well, then go ahead.

- Should I shoot them?

- Yes.

Yes. You have my permission.

Come on.

Do you want to shoot me?

But they would also

be useful as hostages.

They can lay a false trail in the snow,

when we go from here.

- So I should let them live?

- Yes.

It is probably the best.

You should be left with a rattle,

not a gun.

The hands on the bed. It was not

a request. The hands on the bed.

We are unarmed. Unarmed.

- We put it on the stove.

- Give it to me.

We provide fire and lighter.

I got it from my father when I was

15. It would bring me luck.

Held, Captain?

Look around you.

When we leave,

you get lighter.

I promise you.

No. I'll take the lighter. Come to

me when there is a need for it.

- I'm going nowhere.

- You complain about the small things.

It is not a small thing, and so

far as I can see, you create problems.

F***ing Germans.

Away.

Quiet!

Let me make this real.

You are prisoners of war.

I will be here,

until the weather gets better.

Tomorrow we march towards the coast,

and then end up in a prison camp.

- Is that clear?

- Complete. Not true, Smith?

It was short but concise.

It is the British side,

and it is the German side.

You must ask for permission every time

I will leave the British side.

Otherwise we shoot you.

Is that clear?

Yes.

In such a case, and in accordance

with the Geneva Convention -

- We are entitled to a bed,

three meals a day -

- And sports facilities.

I'll

be treated fairly.

I will not say

You're good to equitably.

Under these circumstances,

one bullet in your head may seem just.

I get the same food as us.

And your lodgings are also

the same as ours.

And about sports ...

Let me introduce you

the beautiful Norwegian countryside.

Any questions?

Where is the toilet?

The toilet is out there on the left.

Here. Toilet paper.

It is not toilet paper.

Smaller pieces.

Irritating them as much as possible.

Induce them.

Make them stressed and insecure.

Yes, sir.

Strunk goes with you.

And bring firewood back.

What was your name again?

Me, Smith.

One more time.

Me, Smith. You ...?

- What's your name?

- Strunk.

Well, Ostrich?

What do you think about Norway?

I thought it enough.

I can not.

Is it true that the Germans

do not eat anything other than sausages?

Hey, Ostrich,

Why freezer not you?

Maybe you're too stupid to

to feel the cold.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Help him.

Now.

I need to change the dressing.

- Him the great do not understand English.

- They may not German, Smith.

Who's with me?

- Is it bad?

- No, no.

- But I have to clean the wound.

- There is inflammation of the wound.

Do not

go over the line without permission.

As you will.

It's nothing.

I just wanted to help.

I am a British officer, and Smith here

is a private in the Air Force.

We refuse

to sit on the floor and eat.

Why create problems?

We will eat at the table like you.

Is it a problem?

No. Not at all.

Grasp.

- Sit down finally.

- Thank you, Smith.

Well ... Enjoy your meal.

- It tastes good.

- This? Are you kidding me?

- You become strong by it.

- So you eat it.

- Germans can march and hold it.

- Well? I have not demanding what?

Why invaded In that Poland?

Germany was not enough?

And you go to bed now.

- So now you want it?

- No.

But the little Nazi

Nor should enjoy it.

You should learn

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