Werewolves of the Third Reich Page #5

Be much quicker

if you just let me do that

in the first place.

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[GROWLING]

What the f***?

[GROWLS]

[SCREECHING]

You ugly motherf***er.

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

Holy smokes.

It's okay.

Joe, we gotta get

these people outta here.

- [GROWLING]

- [SCREAMING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[SCREAMING, GROANING]

[WHISTLES]

[GUN CLICKS]

One, two!

[SCREAMS]

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MURPHY:

Oh f***, oh f***.

Oh yeah.

Any of those hairy

f***ers back there?

Nope just some

Nazi f*** doctor.

And that motherf***er,

he's gonna be in there.

Hell yeah.

[CLOCK TICKING]

Oh sh*t.

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[LAUGHING]

Job done.

Not quite.

It's burning,

what else can we do?

I didn't see that Nazi

f*** doctor in the lab.

Ah, I bet he's barbecue now.

MURPHY:

I'm not so sure.

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[HOWLING]

MURPHY:

Good afternoon, Dr. Mengele.

What the hell are you

doing in here?

You remember me?

Should I?

The name's Murphy.

We shared a few moments

in Camp 7,

back in World War II.

The night that hellhole

burned to the ground.

I remember,

what do you want?

What I've wanted for

the past 30 long years, doc.

To watch you die.

If you just wanted me dead,

you could've done it by now.

But obviously there is

something else on your mind.

I'm just curious.

MENGELE:

About what?

How does it feel to go

from being a high-ranking

Nazi officer

to a sh*t-shoveling farmer

in the South American

backwaters?

I always have my memories.

I guess you must be

feeling pretty pleased

with yourself right about now?

Why, you evaded our grasp,

you escaped the Allies,

sh*t, boy,

the West German government

have been looking for you

for years now.

You actually

got away with that.

But as you say, now I am

just a sh*t-shoveling farmer.

That you are.

A sh*t-shoveling farmer

who has been on your mind

for 30 years,

I can only begin to imagine

how troubling

that must have been for you.

I just don't like

loose ends now.

And you're hoping

to finally tie this one up?

You're looking for this?

Yeah, I also got

the one in your sh*t house,

I got the one

from under your bed too.

You know I, I figure you

quite a paranoid guy, doc.

But I guess looking over

your shoulder for the past

30 years is gonna

do that to a man.

I can only imagine just

how troubling that must be.

I got the one from under

your pillow too, shitface.

You can kill me,

but I will still be alive

inside your head.

You can't wipe away 30 years

with one pull of the trigger.

Guess I'm gonna have to

pull it more than once then.

[GUN FIRING]

You boys know what pleasures me

most of all in this world?

ALL:

What's that, Murph?

Heh.

Killing Nazis.

[MOCK HOWLING]

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