The Devil's General Page #2

No, I have to find someone different.

Now see here, Ptzchen.

How can you, in these times ...

You understands nothing of this time, do you?

Look at Eilers. He's moving up!

He's become someone!

He knows how to fight!

Until there is peace.

You think Eilers fights because he wants to be someone?

It is a soldier and fights for Germany.

Captain, sometimes you are so adorable.

Ready now?

Friedrich, you are divine!

Quiet! The kids are finally asleep.

I can understand why girls buy

postcards with your photograph on it.

Are you coming?

Go on ahead.

- Quarreling?

- He's being very strange.

Let's go, son.

I'm picking up some friends and attending

the premiere of "Die Fledermaus" at the Metropol.

Close it!

Open!

Open! Now only Ms. Geiss.

- Only Ms. Geiss.

- Come with me.

Diddo! I have to give you a kiss!

Open! I mean, close!

- You were fantastic!

- That small role?

Well, you were large in it!

- Open! One more time!

- Not me.

We have to go to a party at Otto's for Gring.

- So long for now.

- Olivia, I beg you ...

Come on! All!

Someone is waiting for you.

- Now? But we have to ...

- I think it's important.

Jenny!

How are you!

Sorry but I had to come here.

I'll change quickly, okay?

There is a problem with Rosenfeld?

They let him out of Buchenwald.

Now he is at the police Hospital on Lehrter Street.

They broke him.

But at least he's alive!

They're sending him to Poland.

Berlin! We should take all our leaves here.

There he is! Let me tell you.

You do not know what you missed.

- Quickly, the taxi is waiting.

- First, I need a beer.

Hold on, young lady. No drinking yet!

Someone must make a toast first!

Francois, serve another.

No more nonsense, but from the heart,

drink the health of Friedrich Eilers...

...the first pilot to receive

the Knight's Cross with Diamonds.

- Congratulations, Commander.

- Thank you.

I feel like a monument.

That's right. You can call me by my first name, Fritze!

- Congratulations.

- Bravo!

I saw you wished to no longer be a fighter pilot.

The attack is always the best defense.

To General Harras!

If I may ...

To The Fhrer ...!

With empty glasses.

The Fhrer is a teetotaler.

Francois, a round of milk.

Be careful what you say.

I went too far myself.

Sorry, General.

I am very proud of my son-in-law, the pilot.

- We all are, Dad.

- The entire German people.

- Can I?

- Please Miss Mohrungen.

Miss Mohrungen, that sounds horrible.

It's so formal!

Very reactionary.

Call me Ptzchen, as do all my friends.

Seems a bit hasty.

We hardly know each other.

No harm in it...

Health, Harras!

Daughter!

Aren't you engaged to Lieutenant Hartmann?

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