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They're going to murder us all.

I made it perfectly clear to the

general we are not soldiers.

First, I want everybody to put

on the warmest things you have.

Stay as close together as possible.

This cellar doesn't have heating.

We've all toured with corrupt concert

managers. This shouldn't be different.

- Right here, Lionel.

- Thank you, Victor.

That was a nice tune. It sounded

like you were whistling in the dark.

What's going to happen?

What's he like?

Professionally,

he must be something of a genius.

He's a general, hardly

looks old enough to be a major.

Personally, General Schiller is

an arrogant, egotistical martinet

with all the classic symptoms

of a god complex.

That should be a familiar experience.

You're too angry.

He makes you too angry.

I remind you that the orders

about the prisoners are definitive.

Let me remind you that

I can read perfectly well.

Colonel Arndt, don't forget this:

I respect you highly as an officer,

but don't be my military conscience.

The orders from Berlin. Commanders

are removed for lack of execution.

I'll execute them at my own

discretion. Rank has its privileges.

I will have my concert from this man.

You're dismissed.

Thank you.

Send a message to Berlin.

He must not be

allowed any other conduct.

Directly to Berlin.

I understand, Colonel.

Lionel,

forgive the venom.

You remembered my name.

That comes as a shock.

Deathbed recollection.

They say you remember the strangest,

most trivial things.

Lionel.

I have a surprise for you.

These men were under the bus.

I'm Lieutenant Long, this is

Sergeant Calloway. US Infantry.

But you're out of uniform.

Well if they catch us, they shoot us

instead of just plain shooting us.

Meanwhile, you're endangering

the lives of 70 innocent people.

- Is anybody a musician.

- I played the trombone in College.

But just by ear.

Nobody could read music.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it seems the US Army is taking

a cue from the musicians' union.

They've saddled us

for a couple of stand-bys.

Jordan, hide them, quick.

May I come in?

Close the door.

This place is uncomfortable

enough as it is. You will forgive me.

And for taking me so long to

welcome you. Profession obligations.

I'm General Schiller.

I demand that we be given

adequate food and shelter.

These conditions are unlivable.

Naturally, Mr. Evans, you demand.

You always demand!

That is your way.

And you will have your way.

Food has been prepared for you.

And quarters have been made ready

in the chapel.

I'm sure you'll find

them more livable.

There's even an imitation of plumbing.

Whenever you're ready,

my men will help you move.

Mr. Evans, will you introduce me

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