Bunker of the Dead
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2015
- 76 min
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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,
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!
-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?
-Sh*t.
-Great, now we're done for.
I come in peace!
God!
Tell me where to go!
No way!
Left. Go left.
-No, the other left.
-You mean right!
Sh*t!
Markus!
Hey! Stay right there!
In your dreams!
Sh*t. My dad's gonna kill me.
What a bunch of losers!
They're as slow
as bubba!
What?
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
Don't move.
Don't move, baby.
Sorry about that.
Ext time,
you'll get a kiss.
-Hey! Drop the gun!
-Here.
Hey, give me a call!
The dam.
I found it.
The dam, bubba.
Bubba? Bubba!
Can you see it?
I don't wanna
talk to you anymore.
Sh*t. There's a guard.
Now stop being a p*ssy and
tell me where the entrance is.
It's somewhere
at the bottom of the dam.
Okay. Piece of cake.
Yeah. Just make sure
they don't see you again.
Roger.
Cloaking device activated.
Would you please
take this seriously?
Relax.
Stein wrote in his diary
about a steam exhaust.
-Look for that.
-Exhaust. Okay.
-Can you see it?
-No.
It's full of water.
You didn't tell me
about the water!
That's why it's called a "dam."
Have you lost your mind?
Do I look like
a f***ing sailor to you?
No! Wait!
Markus!
Hello? Thomas?
Thomas,
can you hear me?
Thomas?
Thomas? Thomas,
do you copy?
Thomas.
Thomas, do you copy?
I copy! You're alive!
Thank god
you're alive.
-I seriously thought you were dead.
-Man, me, too.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
-Just a scratch.
-I lost you for over 2 minutes
and the army's
looking for you.
Where the hell
are you, man?
I have no idea.
I have absolutely no idea
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