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of the Third Reich.

And I'm his chief forrester.

You'll have to learn a lot.

Abel. Go now.

His name is Booby.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Welcome, Field Marshal.

Ha ha ha ha!

Come!

Ah ha ha ha ha!

Get it! They're good ones.

Hyah!

Now pick them up.

Always on the left side, Abel.

On the left side.

Come on.

Oh, yes.

This one belongs to

the one called Sergeant.

It's his 11th set.

All stags cast off their antlers

at the end of winter.

The young ones sometimes

quite not till June.

You have names for all the stags?

Almost.

You see, the field marshal

is very precise.

Everything has to be in order.

Jawohl.

The military academy in Kaltenborn Castle.

The castle belongs to

the count of Kaltenborn.

He is the last descendant

of the Knights of the Sword.

You want to see?

The oldest nobility in Germany.

They train the elite.

They call them the vital force

of the Reich.

This is Rubens.

This is art.

In those days, they weren't afraid

to celebrate flesh.

Look at those thighs.

The magnificent abandon.

Living life to the full.

Draining the glass of life!

Good to see you.

Karl.

Count Kaltenborn.

The one I was telling you about.

Take a look at this.

A cure for sorrow.

Ohh!

No, no, no, I'm serious.

It's very, very relaxing.

Ohh...

It feels wonderful.

Oh, wonderful.

I'm calm already.

Let's go.

Into the forest.

Where is he going?

You, follow them.

Hey, hey!

Are you French?

Yes, sir.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

I like France very much,

even though I fought at Verdun.

But we are natural allies.

We're at the heart of Europe.

You see?

A doe.

The evening turds

are harder and drier

than the morning turds.

And look.

In the summer, they're all compact

and cylindrical.

But in September,

they're just like little beads.

You actually can tell

the season by the taste.

A roe buck.

A tapered pack.

The flavor almost like apples.

Wonderful.

Field Marshal.

That's him.

The one I was telling you about.

It's candelabra.

The king.

He's mine.

Give me that.

No, please. Give him another season.

But he is carrying

20 pounds of horn on his head

but he's our best stud!

No...

No!

No! No! That's terrible!

That's terrible!

Now he is going to get shot

by somebody else!

I warn you...

I want him.

He is mine.

He is mine

Or you are dead, my friend.

I'm serious.

Your life depends on that.

Am I still living in the ordinary world,

or have I wandered into a fairy tale

with magical creatures, giants,

and wild beasts.

In his gigantic appetite,

his tireless enjoyment

of the fruits of life...

You're a rascal.

...reminded me

of someone. Yes.

Nestor.

Ha ha ha ha!

Achtung!

Heil Hitler, Herr Feldmarschall!

Heil Hitler.

There we are.

Quick.

We have to cut off

the animal's balls immediately.

Otherwise, the meat gets a horrible taste

and becomes inedible.

You see?

Ah. Merci.

Ahh.

All right.

And now for some champagne.

No!

No! No.

- Let go of...

- No.

Let go of my gun, you idiot.

It is the Pope, they say

That Churchill will pay

For each of his cigars

While the king twirls a baton

The navy has been sunk

There's big fires in the sky

And Churchill is a drunk

Oh, my

England had an empire,

a jolly good king...

- Marshal.

- What is it?

Field Marshal, I have bad news.

That's very annoying.

The Count of Kaltenborn is here to...

Candelabra.

Where is he? Where is the Count?

He went back to Kaltenborn.

And the animal?

He took it with him.

That animal was mine, you idiot.

You disobeyed a direct order

and now you are going

to pay the price.

I'm sending you to the Russian front.

Please, Field Marshal.

I'm sending anybody who works here.

You people think you can

get away with anything

because you know I'm lenient.

Do you think I've noticed it?

Discipline has collapsed here!

I won't stand it!

I won't!

Was there anybody to stop him?

Uh, Field Marshal, we tried to, but...

But! But!

Field Marshal,

You know the Count of Kaltenborn.

His family...

Don't you dare talk

to me about his family.

The fact that that's an ancient family

doesn't make him better

than anyone else.

Quite the contrary, you idiot!

Fate does not favor

those who are content to be born.

We have to create our own future.

I am the Reich's Jaegermeister,

the field marshal,

the, uh, head of the Luftwaffe,

the number-two man in the Reich!

The... the stones...

The bowl!

The bowl, quickly!

The stones!

The stones...

Ooh... thank you.

Ohh. JA.

JA.

Those aristocrats from Kaltenborn...

they are the ones

who destroy the nation.

They have to be killed.

He knew what he was doing.

He knew that this animal was mine,

and he deliberately killed it.

Where is Field Marshal?

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler.

From Stalingrad.

Everybody get out of here.

Leave me alone!

Can't you hear? Get out.

The war in Russia was not going well.

The field marshal had to leave us

as abruptly as he had shown up.

His armored train was waiting

to take him to Berlin...

and I didn't want to go back

to the camp.

Field Marshal...

may I ask a favor?

Who are you?

I'm the French prisoner.

Yes, Field Marshal.

Tuh!

What's wrong?

I'm going.

Where?

To the Russian front.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Because of candelabra?

No.

No, no.

Everybody's needed

on the Eastern Front,

to defend the Fatherland.

- Good luck.

- Do you...

Do you think I could be assigned

to the castle at Kaltenborn?

Yes. I'll write you a letter.

Uh...

What about the horse?

Keep it.

Kein schner Land in Dieser Zeit

Als hier Das uns're weit und breit

Wo wir uns finden

wohl unter Linden

Zur AbenDzeit

Wo wir uns finden

wohl unter Linden

Zur AbenDzeit

So you worked for

the Reich Field Marshal?

Yes, sir. For 2 years.

You see, ordinarily

We only have pure Germans here.

But with so many men

going to the front

at the moment, perhaps...

something temporary

could be arranged for you.

We'll have to give you

a proper outfit, huh?

Are you familiar with

the rank insignia of our corps?

No, sir. I'm afraid not.

Well...

you are expected to salute

all S.S. Officers

from the rank of Haupttruppfhrer,

who has 2 stars and 2 stripes.

Here.

A Scharfhrer... one star and 2 stripes...

You don't salute, and you don't salute

an Oberscharfhrer above 2 stars.

Above that you have

Untersturmfhrer

with 3 stars,

whom, of course, you have to salute.

3 stars and 4 stripes

for the Hauptsturmfhrer.

Yes, that's right.

4 stars for the Sturmbannfhrer.

On the left side,

the Obersturmbannfhrer...

that's me.

You have 4 stars and 2 stripes.

And the Standartenfhrer

with this sign on the left.

Sieg heil!

Sieg!

You'll have to go to the villages

to get the food for the boys.

Apples, potatoes, anything.

At that age, boys are always hungry.

You'll have to be tough.

People keep too much for themselves.

Certainly we do need more

Potatoes, apples, cherries...

How many boys stay here?

About 200.

In this room.

Our guard is away at the front.

For the time being,

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