Bunker of the Dead

Run! Come on! Run!

Run, Debby!

Come on, down!

Down! Down!

You have to run.

Run! They're coming.

Come on, Debby.

Where's your f***ing exit?

I'm running out of ammo.

We're close!

You said that

a minute ago.

F***! There's

too many of them!

Why don't they attack?

Batteries not included?

Heil Hitler!

No.

F*** it.

BUNKER OF THE DEAD

This suit is awesome

but they'll never

let us pass with this.

No prob. We'll cover

it with a jacket.

-Great, man.

-Just like Clark Kent.

Put some glasses on and everybody

believes your someone else.

-Whoo-hoo!

-Does it fit?

Yup, but this

stuff is heavy.

That's the batteries

for the 3D camera and lights.

Gives you power

for nearly 24 hours.

Yeah. Great.

You don't have to carry it.

You just got to endure

it Bruce Lee style.

Wah...

Come on! Come on!

Come here

come on.

-Come on. Like this, p*ssy?

-Okay. I surrender.

Hey, kids.

I hope that's just

cops and robbers

and not what

it looks like.

You want a free ride?

You're gonna be

proud of your brother

when I'm famous and on every vip

list of every party in town.

Yeah, sure.

Make me proud and let me

borrow your car tonight.

My car?

Of course.

Thanks a lot.

Now I'm already proud.

You like what you see?

-Yes.

-Cool, but there's something

itchy and scratchy

on my neck.

-Could you...?

-Yeah.

-Where?

-More to the left.

-Left. Left.

-Left?

-Right.

-I don't see anything.

-But I do.

-Nope. Just cloth. Nothing else.

Already better.

Much better.

-Thank you.

-Welcome.

Well, sweethearts.

Then you two have fun

with whatever

you're up to.

See you later.

Yeah. Bye.

Jeez.

She's giving me a hard-on.

She's so hot!

I need that tape.

-What?

-Did you just film my sister's tits?

You want a copy, too?

You just filmed

my sister's tits!

Chill it, man!

We're in the middle

of unveiling

one of the last

secrets of world war ii

and you're filming

my sister's tits, man!

-Man, b*obs in 3D!

-Give me the camera!

-Did you get a signal?

-Yeah.

What's your

ugly face doing on my arm?

I told you. That's the

live feed from my web cam.

That's how we can

stay in contact.

Cool. Let me have a look.

Awesome!

I can see myself on TV!

Cut it out.

-F***in' idiot!

-Can it play movies, too?

Hey!

Your sister's movies?

Let's go.

Look, it's a little bit late.

If you wanna

change your mind...

What? Why?

Well, I could do

some more research,

-improve the suit.

-Come on!

This is the thing

we've both waited for years.

The big secret,

the conspiracy

-the f***ing gold!

-[Thomas I'm just saying...

Then stop saying it!

Okay. It's too late

now anyway.

-What?

-The cam. Hurry.

Take off your helmet. Hey!

Give me... take it off!

We are not the droids

your looking for.

Yeah, right.

That'll make me laugh

when I'm off duty.

What do you two

cinderellas want?

And why the hell is he dressed

like a north Korean spy?

We're visiting

my dad at the shooting range

and my buddy here

wants to blow off some steam.

Right. Does the old man

know you're coming?

Affirmative. Here.

Should we call him?

Nope. It's fine.

Make sure you stick

to the main road.

Don't stop until

you get to the shooting range.

Copy that? -Stick to the

main road and don't stop.

-And don't get any stupid ideas.

-Never, ever!

Yup.

Say, the permit,

was it real?

What do you think?

You are the man, man.

Stop the car.

Stop the car.

Here it is.

Suit you up and go.

Okay. Keys?

I got your promise,

not a scratch...

promise me.

Not a scratch...

I'm serious.

Dead serious.

I'll kill you!

I'll revive you

and kill you again

and again and again!

-I...

-Yeah, yeah.

Just watch it.

Hey, sicko.

Wait up.

What?

-Here.

-The diary?

Watch your back.

You know me.

Exactly.

Hey, bubba,

I found the inner fence.

Are you sure

it's the right one?

I think so.

It looks right.

-What about the guards?

-Forget 'em.

-They're not here.

-Electric fence?

-Off line.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah. I checked.

-Okay.

Then let's do it.

God! Let go!

Markus, let go!

Please! Don't die!

Please, Markus, don't die!

Markus!

Markus?

Damn! F***...

F*** you, man!

You should have

seen your face!

-I almost had a heart attack.

-Someone just sh*t his pants.

I hope you step

on a f***ing landmine

you cocksucker.

Yeah, but you would

like that.

Just for the record,

I knew you were kidding.

-Of course you did.

-You're still an idiot.

You're welcome.

F***.

F***, f***, f***, f***, f***,

f***, f***, f***, f***!

What? What's wrong?

-What's wrong? There's a patrol!

-What?

-Did they see you?

-I don't know.

F***! They're stopping.

Don't do anything stupid.

Did you hear me?

-Quiet.

-Markus!

Hey, what's wrong?

There was a guy

on the street.

I saw him.

Come on. That was

just a stupid animal.

Bavarian yeti... whatever

the f*** they call it.

It's wolpertinger.

Yeah, wolpertinger.

Sounds like a bratwurst.

Hey. I don't care.

We got a job to do here.

All of a sudden,

you give a sh*t?

Yeah. It's probably nothing.

Of course it's nothing.

Just like your girlfriend.

She's still better

than your right hand.

And I have to take a leak.

What the...? What?

Man!

Man!

-Man!

-Speed this up!

F*** you.

Small things have

big beginnings.

Seriously, man.

Dude, I'm off duty in 30.

Let's roll.

'Bout time, motherf***er.

Next time,

bring a diaper!

No, no, no, no!

What? You have your phone?

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