Three Comrades

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Now that the war is over,

may i call you 'father' again?

Gentlemen If you please

your attention for a moment?

A toast, gentlemen

To those of our comrades

who are not here tonight

those to whom peace came sooner than to us

and to the same comrades of the

French, Italian, English and Americans

to the comrades-living and dead, of all men

Funny how every bottle seemed like the last?

Now there's a million ahead of us.

I'm going to drink to the life

I never had a chance to live

Cradle to the frontline

I'm going to spill champagne

from Hamburg to Munich

fall in love with every girl I meet

I'm going to live!

I've often thought about that too

My life, I mean.

I wonder what it was like

I haven't the vaguest idea.

But it must be something that's passed

So I'll drink to what I

value most-the three of us.

To us!

Not from day to day now,

but from year to year

Erich, Gottfried To us!

Now yours Gottfried.

You may think it's childish but here it is

On every battlefield,

soldiers think of going home

Bands are playing when they left

Heads were high and hearts were proud

But in four long years

now many heads have fallen

and many hearts have stopped

So I drink to those who

think of home tonight.

I drink to the peace

they hope to find at home.

Now that peace has come to them in war

You're a miracle Gottfried

An idealist, born of the war!

At ease, gentlemen.

Captain Koster

Your plane is to be ready

for dismantling in the morning

You mean, my plane is to be torn apart?

In the morning.

But if you're ready...

My plane is always ready.

Otto always said there was one good thing

about getting killed

Wouldn't have to say goodbye to 'Baby.'

That's what we fought for!

That's what we come back to

Violence and terror!

Won't they ever stop...

-It's not our fight, come on!

It's my fight.

I can't keep turning my back on peace.

Look Gottfried, we're eating.

We got a place to sleep and a job!

We're running a repair shop not a country.

They're running the country

Give a hoodlum a club and he'll run anything.

The others like you, Otto

They close their doors and windows

and keep whistling in the dark.

-And we have six bottles of rum

and it's Erich's birthday

Now come on!

Temper, temper. Remember the repair shop!

Keep whistling.

What are the new heroes of

the Fatherland doing tonight?

Posioning the drinking water?

It's none of your business,

we're running a garage

we're going to be very rich

Germany will need mechanics

in the years to come

There'll be all sorts of things to repair

Souls, consciences, broken hearts and...

- Shut up and come inside!

Happy birthday! From Gottfried and me.

Six, I mean four bottles of Cuban rum

and the two missing went for riot attacks!

What are we waiting for?

There won't be any customers

at night. Let's celebrate!

Celebrate, that's the thing.

Let's get out of this crazy town!

Where to? -Anywhere. South

America, San Francisco, Mars,

I'll settle for a ride in the country.

We'll take Baby-the terror of the roads.

And the rum. Don't forget the rum!

I think he wants to 'play' Otto!

Am I mistaken gentlemen? or did

we pass somebody on the road?

Well I heard a noise

Don't forget the rum.

What kind of junk is this?

You say something?

I asked what make your car is

Why, it's a Mutt.

Grandfather was an airplane

and Grandma was an old radio

and it's Papa was an alarm clock!

Well my name is Breuer.

I'm Lenz.

This is Koster and Lohkamp.

Otto, why don't you show Mr.Breuer the car?

It'll be a pleasure.

You know

you wiped me off the map!

Beautiful evening, isn't it?

Very.

Unusually mild form March.

Yes.

Terribly mild.

We didn't know there was anyone so, er...

in the car. We'd have let you win!

Why should you?

It wouldn't have been fair.

We can do 95!

95! Phew!

You didn't know that naturally.

I'm afraid your husband felt insulted.

One ought to be able to lose sometimes.

And Herr. Breuer isn't my

husband, he's just a friend

Are you three brothers?

No. Do we look alike?

Not exactly.

But yet you have the same look.

Hungry

No. Proud!

I suppose you wouldn't

consider selling the car?

I'd sooner consider selling my right arm!

Koster!

When you take a curve at high

speed, do you use the break?

I just turn the wheel

and hope

You know, I drove a car in the war.

A squad car in Berlin.

Better than the front!

Oh much better. And safer.

Unlucky for the country.

Somebody had to live to run

Germany with most of the men dead.

What's that?

Nothing, nothing.

Just turn the wheel and hope!

Patricia-that's an English name isn't it?

It was my mother's name, she

was English. -And your father?

German.

He was killed fighting the English.

My mother died soon after.

Were you in the war? -Only a year.

He wasn't boiled very

hard. Just sort of dipped.

We were babies then. -I like that.

Gives us something in common.

We're neither dead nor alive.

Don't say that. -No?

No!

You and Erich, you're both alive.

Remember that.

Alright. We'll drink to it.

You ought to join our

organisation. Make men out of you.

Marching men together.

-Marching what together?

You know too many people think they

have the right to opinion nowadays.

What Germany needs is order! Discipline!

Stop that!

Oh, sit down, sit down!

You shell shocked fellows give

me a pinge with your hysterics!

Easy Gottfried!

From now on, we'll drink

milk on Erich's birthday.

So its your birthday? How old are you?

Old enough.

One of the nicer ages?

Which is the nicest?

Well...

your age I think

Yes, just about your age.

Think Herr.Breuer can drive

alright? -Oh, I think so.

If you're not quite sure, one

of us could go with you, gladly.

No it's alright. He drives

the same, drunk or sober!

May I call in the morning

to see you got home alright?

If you like.

It's really our fault, you

know with all my birthday rum!

I wonder what she sees in that swine!

Wonderful girl huh?

Yeah, she's alright.

Alright?

You know Erich, I think you must

have recieved a serious head wound

that you never reported!

She's such a tiny thing though.

Looks like she could be blown away!

Must be nice to remember your birthday.

When was yours Gottfried?

March.

Er, no. April, it used to be.

You know Erich

Something ought to be done about that girl

What girl?

What girl? The one with

Breuer. What's her name?

Pat what?

Ah well. How should I know?

Maybe she's only got one name.

Well you wrote down her address

on a matchbox. I saw you.

So do I. Matches were all used up.

You mean, you threw it away? -Yup.

Do you realise what you threw away?

And after Otto and I sat listening for an

hour to that Breuer so that you could move in.

Maybe Otto knows it.

No he doesn't. I mean er... maybe he does.

I should've known you wouldn't

have enough brains to appreciate her

Did you see those eyes?

Of course not.

Because you were looking at

yourself through a glass of rum!

Very high class rum too.

And her hands.

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