Captain Corelli's Mandolin Page #3

for a carve-up of the territory.

Hitler retains direct control

of much of northern Greece...

...including Salonica and

the southern island of Crete.

The rest of Greece will be under

the control of Hitler's ally, Mussolini...

...though the Germans will retain

the final authority.

Bella bambina at two o'clock!

Captain Corelli.

"F*** off."

Have him tell the mayor...

...that unless we receive the surrender

of the town's authorities in five minutes...

...we'll mobilise our troops

and storm the building.

The mayor says if you don't

know what "f*** off" means...

...then come inside

and we'll show you.

"We refuse to surrender to a nation

that we have defeated in Albania..."

"...and we reserve the right to surrender

to a German officer of significant rank."

"So f*** off. "

Who is this?

Who are you?

Captain Gunther Weber.

Liaison officer

with the Grenadiers at Lixouri.

"Captain" is not what we

would call a significant rank.

There are only 200

Germans on the island...

...and Captain Weber is the highest

ranking officer amongst them.

Our decision is...

...that surrendering to Captain

Weber's dog is more appropriate...

...than surrendering to an Italian.

Chi del gitano

i giorni abbella...

Chi del gitano

i giorni abbella...

Chi... Chi...

i giorni abbella...

Carlo Guercio

reporting for duty, sir.

- Carlo, where have you served?

- Albania.

Albania?

None of us have seen

any action yet.

I was with the Julia Division.

Then you have fought enough

for all of us.

Carlo, can you sing?

Let's hear you sing.

O bambino caro...

Mi piace bello... bello...

No matter.

Everyone in our battery is

a member of the opera society.

These are the rules

of engagement:
..

One, all those called

to regular musical fatigues...

...shall be obliged to play

a musical instrument.

Uh, spoons, the helmet...

...comb, paper,

and so on, and so on.

Two, anyone who says that

Donizetti is better than Verdi...

...shall be required

to sing "Funiculi Funicula"...

...and other songs about railways.

Three... um...

...three... um... ah.

This is an outrage!

Quite impossible.

It's out of the question.

Sir, the fact is,

I'm sorry to say...

...and with great regret,

that my orders are...

...to billet an officer

in your home.

I am a doctor.

This is my surgery.

I don't have room for guests!

- Sir, these are my orders!

- I don't care!

I don't recognise

your authority!

Wait a minute.

What is wrong with your feet?

I have terrible corns.

My boots are killing me.

You are a quartermaster. You must

have access to medical supplies.

To treat your corns,

I will need morphine...

...hypodermic syringes,

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