Soldiers of the Damned Page #2

- How come you haven't shot your

own foot off with

that rifle yet?

- What are they looking for?

- What does it matter?

Whatever it is, the result

will be the same.

- Direct

orders from Himmler.

- Who cares who gives the order?

- Because if anyone returns

from this mission alive

and doesn't have

what Himmler wants-

- What, Lieutenant?

- Himmler doesn't like failure.

- We'll be with those

we have long missed.

- Lieutenant, do you know what

we're looking for in the forest?

- You speak to me again and

I'll cut your throat open.

- She's the professor?

- Christ...

- I knew I

should have studied more.

- Right, this is

where we're going.

We'll cross here, Eric.

Intelligence reports have been

quiet there for three days now.

It's the best we've got.

From there it's five

miles to the forest.

I want to be in the

trees before dawn.

We only engage the enemy if

it's absolutely necessary.

Clear?

- Yes, sir.

Major...

This mission, it

doesn't make any sense.

- All that matters is we

get there and get back.

I don't want any

of my men killed

as a result of this madness.

We get there, do

as we're ordered

and we get out, that's it.

- Is there a problem, Major?

Major, we're exposed.

- Metzger.

- Where are you

from, Lieutenant?

I'm from Potsdam,

Do you know it?

- Over here.

- Last week, I

doused 15 Romanian

Jews in petrol and

set them alight.

Some took thirty minutes to die.

Many were children.

Do you want to know

where I come from now?

- Do you even know why

you do these things?

- Because I am strong

and they are weak.

- You're a German soldier,

you should know this.

- I would rather shoot myself

than commit such an atrocity.

- Why don't I save

Germany the bullet?

- Threaten one of us

again and I'll gut you.

- Oh, f***.

You see, I told you.

This forest is possessed.

- No, it's not.

- Metzger...

Metzger...

Over here.

- Major.

- It was nothing, Lieutenant.

Let's move on.

- Yes, sir.

- You're angry with me.

- No.

- I'm sorry Kurt, I

didn't know it'd be you.

- It doesn't matter.

- I need you to understand.

- I'm a soldier

and I take orders.

You needn't worry, Professor.

I will get you to

your objective.

In the meantime,

why don't you remain

with your little SS friends?

- Major!

- They are not my-

- Tank, Panther.

- Identity papers?

- No sir, only this.

German clothing.

Good tailor, expensive.

- Good God.

- Oh, my God!

Jesus Christ.

- Come on Professor,

let's get you out of here.

- Go away.

- It's alright, Private.

- Who is he?

- Someone with the initials BD.

Do you recognise this?

Do these initials

mean something to you?

- You seem

distressed, Professor.

- Really?

Do I?

It may come as some

surprise to you, Major

but it's not every

day I see a man

run over by a tank.

- This man wasn't

run over, Professor.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Just look at him.

How else would this happen?

- How could a tank

get into here?

We're surrounded by trees.

It's like it was just-

- Dropped from the sky.

- This view takes the

work out of the climb,

isn't that so, Lieutenant?

- Lieutenant Jung,

what are you doing?

- He was being disrespectful

to you, Professor.

I'm going to teach him

a lesson in manners.

- Leave him! I said, leave him!

How was he being disrespectful?

- He made a comment about your-

- Well?

- About you, Professor.

- I see.

Well, I'm very fortunate to have

turned the head of such

a handsome young man.

- But, Professor!

- On your way, Lieutenant.

Why do you carry that bullet?

Come, there must be a reason.

- It has my name on it.

I, I engraved it myself.

- Why?

- You'll think me an idiot.

- No, I won't. Tell me.

- I thought if I had the

bullet with my name on it,

then no one else would.

- That's very clever.

Would you do one for me?

- Fuchs! Lang!

- My God.

- How do you cut

your arm like that

without damaging the tunic?

- You're the

scientist, you tell me.

- I'm sorry about your man.

- That man would still be

alive if it wasn't for you

and this insane mission.

I want to know what we're

doing in this forest.

- This has to be done

Kurt, it's our orders.

- Why? To satisfy your bosses?

How many more men have to die

to gratify their

stinking ideology?

- Be very careful, Kurt.

He'll take great pleasure

in having you shot.

- What were those

Russians so scared of?

What's out there?

- I don't know,

Kurt, I really don't.

- Remember what I told

you, you piece of sh*t.

- Major!

No! No!

They'll hang us all.

- I think you're forgetting

your orders, Major.

Please, release him.

Shall we proceed?

- It'll be dark in a

couple of hours, Eric.

We need to push hard till then.

- Yes, sir.

- You believe in the

soul, don't you, Rolf?

- Yes. Yes, I do.

- When you die, do you

think you come face to face

with all those you've

killed, all those souls?

- Well, that'd be

a little awkward.

- So you think they'd

be angry with you?

You think they'd

seek retribution.

- You'd be dead.

They couldn't kill you again so

I wouldn't worry.

- I've been having this dream.

I am dead, surrounded by

all the souls of the lives

I've taken, clawing

at me, smothering me.

Do you think that's

what hell is?

- No.

This is hell. We're in it.

If you die on this trip,

you'll be going to

somewhere better.

- Would you be angry with

the person who killed you?

- If somebody killed

me fair and square,

man to man, that's war.

I'd shake the man's hand

and be done with it.

- What if it wasn't fair?

What if you felt you'd

been killed unjustly?

Would you want to

redress the balance?

- We should get going.

- With luck we'll be at our

objective by midday tomorrow.

- And then?

- We'll have to wait and see.

I know, Eric, I know.

- She's full of surprises.

- So it would seem.

Do you know him?

Are you sure?

He recognized you, Professor!

Why would he attack you?

- I don't know.

He's completely mad.

- Where's your command, Colonel?

What are you doing here?

- Release me.

It must go back, it

must be returned!

- Why did you attack this woman?

- You've just received

a direct order

from a senior officer, Major.

You do not treat an SS Colonel

like a common criminal.

- Where did you come from?

- Release him!

- No!

Sarge, see to Rolf

and the Major.

- Sir.

- Ackermann's orders.

Come with me.

His name was Ackermann and

he had the same orders as me,

only he was escorting

Professor Dietrich.

Professor Bernd Dietrich.

B.D. Ring any bells?

- No.

- Professor Dietrich

from the Ahnenerbe.

- Now I'm gonna

take a wild guess.

The man crushed by

the tank was Dietrich.

Ackermann attacked you because

he liked this shitty mission

about as much as I do.

The first mission failed so you

thought, what the

hell, let's send some

more good men to

the meat grinder.

- That's not true.

Sometimes one is forced into a

situation beyond their control.

I never wanted this,

to drag you into it.

But I had no choice.

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