Soldiers of the Damned Page #5

You are unter mensch,

Private Nadel.

You are derived from

an inferior people.

And when we win this war,

we shall wipe you from

the face of this earth.

I am an officer in the SS.

You will not shoot me.

- You are a piece of sh*t.

No.

I will be with those

we have long missed

who went to the other side

before us.

- What happened to him, Metzger?

Watch him.

Shoot him if he moves.

- Yes, sir.

- Eric.

- You know what happened

to him, don't you, Private?

You're just too scared to say.

- If it was Metzger,

where's the body?

Why didn't he just run?

- Alright, so where

does this leave us?

An hour from our destination.

- We get her there, then what?

What's the point of

this mission, sir?

- I think they're

looking for this.

- What the hell is it?

- I think they want to use this

to communicate with god-men.

- Where did you get it?

- From Dietrich.

- You think they

exist, don't you?

These god-men, I mean.

- Whatever's doing

this to us isn't human.

That much, I do know.

- Why don't we

just turn back, Major?

- Because whatever happens,

this thing must not

fall into the hands of

Himmler and his

pack of lunatics.

We find it, we bury it.

Somewhere where no

one can ever find it.

- But how do we know it's

there, at these coordinates?

- Because if Dietrich

found it, so can we.

- He found it?

- This is a field drawing.

He didn't draw this

back at the Ahnenerbe.

- He just burnt up, and

I couldn't help him.

I couldn't help him.

- Who the f*** is that?

What the f***?

What the f*** is happening?

- "Dieter Baum"...

You?

You good shot, Dieter Baum.

But she also.

- You're dead.

- Crazy German swine.

Good weapon. I will kill a

lot of Germans with this.

- Please, Christ, no.

Jesus!

- Admit it Major.

You are floundering, blundering.

Your men dying all around you.

Would you like me to let

you in on a little secret?

You're all going to die.

Do you know why?

Because you're unbelievers,

you've given up.

You are weaklings and you'll

be taken by the forest.

- Damn it, damn it, sh*t!

No!

- He's been shot in the leg.

He has multiple fractures.

He's fallen.

Quite some way.

- Jesus Christ Almighty.

Oh, God.

- We have to move fast.

Bring Metzger.

We must go, Professor.

- The forest has a

sense of humor, I see.

- They know all about us.

- What?

- Is it a coincidence,

how he died?

You know how he felt about it.

- Good.

- Good?

- Then they'll know

our intentions.

- You think they'll

be grateful to us

for burying that thing?

- At least they'll know we

don't want to take it with us.

It may give us a chance.

- But it didn't give

Dieter much of a chance.

Did you consider maybe

they're just toying with us?

Amusing themselves

at our expense?

- Lieutenant, bring the Major.

- Get going, crazy bastard.

Major!

- Eric!

Eric, where are you?

F***!

- Why are you here?

- Wait. I'm a German soldier.

- You're a deserter.

- No.

- A spy.

- I'm Lieutenant Eric Fuchs of

the 229th Infantry Division,

serial number 24674889.

Colonel Ackermann.

- You know me?

- You must listen to me, sir.

You must take your men and

leave this forest immediately.

You're in great danger.

- What else do you

know, Lieutenant?

- I know about the mission.

I know about Professor Dietrich.

I know why you're here.

I'm on the same mission.

- Why would they send

you on the same mission?

- Where's Professor Dietrich?

He'll understand.

- Professor Dietrich is no

longer part of this operation.

- He disappeared?

- You are suspiciously well

informed for a Lieutenant.

Did you kill Dietrich?

- You've got to

listen to me Colonel.

You must not retrieve the relic.

They'll kill you all.

Your only chance

is to get out of

this forest as fast as you can.

- How many more

of you are there?

- They're all dead.

- This mission was

shrouded in the

utmost secrecy, Lieutenant.

Only Professor Dietrich was

aware of the true purpose.

So how is it that

you know so much?

- Our orders were the same.

When you didn't return we

were given the same mission.

- But we've only

been gone two days.

We're not yet overdue.

You are a spy.

- No! Listen.

- We've brought another

scientist with us,

Professor Kappel.

She worked under Professor

Dietrich at the Ahnenerbe.

- You should have

accurate information

if you are to be a

successful spy, my friend.

- It's true!

- Professor Kappel does not

work for Professor Dietrich.

She is the Director

of the Ahnenerbe.

This mission was

conceived by her.

Her foresight will be the

savior of the Third Reich.

- Dear God.

Colonel, I don't know how

to explain what's happening.

Wait...

I don't wanna shoot you.

You can still live.

We both can.

I know you, Sergeant.

I've seen the photograph

of you and your sweetheart.

The one in your wallet.

- Everyone has a

photograph in their wallet.

You're stalling,

you have no bullets.

- She's covering your

eyes with her hands.

- How could you know that?

- I can't explain.

Just drop your weapon and go.

- You're not an SS officer.

It's different for you.

- Sergeant, don't!

You'll never see her again.

- Doesn't matter.

- Jesus.

- You bastard!

- You believe it now, don't you?

The god-men.

You believe they exist.

- Someone or something

is presiding over these events.

Who or what they

are I do not know.

Call them god-men

if you like but,

they're not benevolent gods.

They're toying with us.

Moving us around

like chess pieces.

- There must be a reason for it.

They must want

something from us.

- Why?

Do children want

anything from a fly

when they tear off its wings?

- These beings are not children.

- Maybe not, but

we're still flies

caught in a web of their making.

- They have immense power.

- If only we could

speak to them,

convince them that

we are their friends.

- Why do you think

we are their friends?

Is Metzger their friend?

Was Ackermann?

How about Himmler?

They only want to use

them to assist their own

nauseating doctrines.

- Yes, of course, you're right.

- This way, this way.

- No!

- Come with us.

- No, no.

- My God.

- This will be your

mausoleum, Fleischer.

- This is incredible.

- All right, I'm going

in first, watch him.

If he moves

shoot him.

Eric?

- No!

No, you don't understand.

My God, Bernd, my God.

My darling!

Bernd, what happened to you?

Can you hear me?

It's Anna.

- Anna can't...

- You found it, didn't you?

- No, I must take it back.

- Bernd, did you speak to them?

Did you manage to communicate?

- Too powerful.

- What did they say?

- Showed me things.

Shameful, inhuman.

- Will they join us?

- No, we mustn't.

Too dangerous,

too powerful.

They could destroy everything.

Nothing left.

- Are you saying

we could use it?

- Lose the war.

Better.

Much better.

Too much death.

- Bernd, tell me.

Did you explain?

Did you tell them

we are creating

a new breed in their image?

Did you tell them, Bernd?

We must win this war!

We must annihilate our enemies.

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