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Do not neglect it.

Heil Hitler.

Please forgive

the intramural bickering of command.

- I wouldn't tolerate it

- A refreshing attitude.

Please, come up.

You may leave.

Especially from one in your position.

Please. Excuse me.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Go to Butzenback.

General Schiller...

They've all been told.

No, to Butzenback.

Let us go.

- We have our orders.

- We're no conceivable military threat.

Extra mouth to feed.

Provision for shelter.

These things constitute a drain

on our resources.

A small price for the lives

of 70 uniquely skilled people.

Then your appeal is made

for the privileged few.

Rather than in the name of humanity.

Not terribly American of you.

I'm trying to think German.

- You're not succeeding.

- Then switch the appeal to threat.

- The execution of my musicians...

- And their conductor.

...would be an act of atrocity.

Not only a barbarian...

You Americans,

so addicted to stereotypes.

It would be the act of an imbecile.

I am a soldier. And I have my orders.

It's nice, isn't it?

It traveled with me half way across

North Africa and Western Europe.

Out of my favorite gear. Along

with pictures of my favorite nieces.

Of course.

I'm an amateur.

Schadenfreude.

Only the German language

could provide a word meaning

pleasure derived

from someone else's pain.

May I remind you that the word

sadism comes from the French.

- I'm trying to think American.

- Excellent.

Then you'll be reasonable.

This division's offensive has been

delayed by lack of fuel for tanks.

The boredom of inaction is the least

supportable action of military life.

A performance, a concert

for you and your orchestra

could serve to dispel that boredom.

No.

Mr. Evans, please.

You and I are men who

have learned our skills.

There can be no reason not

to practice one's skills.

You skills may be for sale to

the first bidder, but

mine aren't.

Take an American stance. All

men are created equally immortal.

Go to hell.

You're amusing.

That is part of the artist's cause.

To amuse, to divert, dispel boredom.

But the artist like art,

must also be functional.

Utilitarian. Don't you think?

Louis XVI, intrinsically priceless.

It's utilitarian value...

It can warm us.

I burn very slowly.

Colonel Arndt!

You will perform.

You will play the concert.

I am not a whore.

- There are degrees of prostitution.

- Like pregnancy.

Take the prisoners

to the cellar and stand guard.

You'll need your musicians

for the concert.

Captain Klingerman,

escort the prisoner.

Prostitution isn't the only

profession ruined by amateurs.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me.

- Maestro, are they going to kill us?

- No.

Don't lie to us. We're not children.

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