Werewolves of the Third Reich Page #2

the information you need

to create more.

Y-You don't have to do this.

Pick up the gun,

Dr. Hammerstein.

I can't.

This is not a negotiation.

Pick up the gun.

Please, d-don't do this.

Pick up the gun.

Why-why are you doing this?

Put the barrel in your mouth.

How I can be sure

you'll keep your word,

how do I know

y-you'll leave my family alone?

You are going to die tonight.

That can be by your

hand or by ours.

You take the noble option,

I assure you,

your family will not

be harassed again.

On the contrary, Dr. Mengele

will speak to the Fuhrer

and your wife and daughter

will be provided for.

So for the last time...

put the barrel in your mouth.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

No, no, no.

Inside the mouth,

that makes the difference

when it reaches the destination

it won't slow down.

When you put

the barrel under your chin

your simply blow

your jaw off and die in agony,

No, no, put it inside, press it

into the roof of your mouth

and I assure you,

it's quick and painless.

[SOBS]

Remember.

You must die because

they need to live.

You're doing this for them, ya?

[]

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[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[GUN FIRES]

[SCREAMING]

[BULLET SHELL CLINKS]

That, Josef,

is good news.

HITLER:

As you know,

we are in the midst of more

and in desperate need

for reinforcements.

But I am confident

we will be able to create

a fully compliant

animal-human hybrid

within a matter of weeks.

I will select one

of the soldiers from Camp 7,

someone totally dedicated

to our cause to be the first.

Your work Josef, your work,

can create soldiers

who are quicker,

faster and stronger

than the Allied Forces.

[COUGHING].

That is my hope, mein Fuhrer.

But tell me, Josef,

what animal...

are you going

to combine with humans,

to create our hybrid

hero soldiers?

The wolf!

[]

Private Kane, what the

f*** is this I hear about

you wanting to desert your unit?

That is correct, sir.

Are you a queer as well

as a coward, Private Kane?

- No, sir.

- Horseshit!

Any man that doesn't wanna

fight for God and country

is a goddamn rope-wrangler.

Do you like to suck

dick, Private Kane?

No, sir.

Don't give me that.

You look like a man

who'd suck a guy's dick

but wouldn't bother

to cradle the balls

as he worked the shaft,

now why the f***

do you wanna desert

your unit, Private?

Because war is

bullshit, Sarge.

Oh, it is huh?

Well do enlighten me.

I was drafted,

I don't wanna be here,

I'm sick of putting

my neck on the line

for politicians

who start wars to take money.

They say we're fighting

for freedom and democracy,

but we're not, sir.

Where are you from, Private?

KANE:

Philadelphia.

You go to Harvard, son?

No, sir,

Philadelphia Community College.

- You running for office?

- No.

Then what the f***

are you talking about?

Don't poison my ears with that

high-minded liberal dog sh*t.

You came to this unit as

a no-good puss bucket from

a shitty neighborhood.

We're trying to turn you

into a weapon,

a minister of death.

You should be f***ing

praying for war.

Without war you

have nothing to offer,

you're puke, you're scum,

you're note even human,

do you understand that?

So my request

to be sent home...

that's a no, then, huh?

You goddamn right it's a no,

you maggot-dicked

piece of sh*t.

You may not wanna be here

but we're gonna keep you here,

do you hear me,

you ball streak of camel piss?

You're government property.

You need motivation

and I'm gonna give it to you,

even if I have to bend

you over and ram it

straight up your ass!

You know Sarge,

I can't help but notice.

You mention dick and ass a lot.

What the f*** did you say?

Oh, hey, don't mind me.

What a man does in

the privacy of his own bedroom,

that's none of my business.

Don't ask, don't tell.

- [GROWLS]

- Know what I'm sayin'?

- [GRUNTS]

- [COUGHS]

Don't worry Sarge,

it's just a minor injury,

you'll be back

on your knees in no time.

Ugh!

I guess I'll be

going home now huh?

[]

I wanted freedom

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

Nice limp you got there, Hyde.

Go f*** yourself, Murphy.

I wanted...

Wilder, are you ready to go?

When I finish this.

Hey, look, don't get

pissed with me just 'cause

you caught some friendly fire

in your pinky toe.

It wasn't my f***ing pinky toe,

it was my f***ing shin.

And f*** you.

[MUTTERING]

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

So how'd you end up in here?

Me and Sergeant Peck had

ourselves a little disagreement.

Is that right?

Yeah, how 'bout you?

See the limp on the MP?

Yeah.

Courtesy of my buddy here.

I went along for the ride.

Are you two girls

done gossiping?

I guess so.

Good, well perhaps now

one of you can do something

useful and spot me

a cigarette.

I don't smoke.

I'm all out Murph.

What about you?

What about me?

You got a cigarette?

Nope.

What you in for?

Writing a book.

Ashamed to tell 'em, Reggie?

Have we met before, friend?

No.

But your legend has spread far

throughout the Corps.

Gentlemen,

Reckless Reggie Brown.

The meanest, baddest man

in the whole damn town.

Damn, you crackers are

real imaginative with that

nickname sh*t, ain't you?

When you live with

the reality of war, boy,

there ain't no time

for imagination.

Poetic.

You should put

that on a greeting card.

So are you gonna tell Sergeant

Whisper here what you did,

we sure have got

a long journey ahead.

[MOCKINGLY] Okay, master.

Whatever you say, sir, master.

You sure do have

a hard-on for white folk now.

The only hard-on

I got for white folks

is when I'm sticking one

down your mother's throat.

Well you excuse my momma if she

wasn't enthusiastic 'bout that,

she's been dead five years.

Well, seeing as you

got stage fright,

let me regal these

two Mary's here with

a story about

Reckless Reggie Brown.

By all means.

Reggie here was

one of 17 men sent down

to take out

a .45 machine gun encampment,

guarding a German railroad.

As they approached,

the German gunner spotted them.

He ripped nine of

the men to pieces.

The rest of the men just...

just ran away,

leaving Reggie, here,

taking fire

from 32 heavy machine gunners.

Reggie got down on his belly

and he faced

those Germans all on his own.

He took out his

Colt .45 and he popped 10

of those Nazi fucks

with just eight bullets.

At that point,

one of the Krauts yelled out

and asked Reggie here

if he was English.

You see, those Nazi fucks,

they don't respect us Americans,

they just figure us

a bunch of rookies.

The Kraut thought old

Reckless here was some kind of

English superman,

sent to show the p*ssy Americans

how it's done.

When Reggie

told him he was American,

the Kraut replied,

"If you stop killing my men,

I will make them surrender."

Ten minutes later,

30 Germans

came walking towards

Reggie's battalion with their

hands held high in the air.

My story as accurate as

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