Frankenstein's Army Page #5

- Shoot it, Sacha!

- Shoot it!

Alexei, hold on!

- Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Someone stop it! Stop it!

Sacha! Sacha, follow me!

- Sacha!

- Dima, careful!

Where is it?

- Shoot!

- Sh*t!

Sacha!

Sergei!

- I'll get the camera!

I got it. I got it.

I got the camera.

Dima, I got the camera!

- Ahh!

- Grenade!

- Get down!

- Dima!

- Dima!

- Are you all right?

- My eyes...

- Sacha.

Sacha, give me the camera.

- Take it.

- Here!

Down the hole! Quickly!

' Eva! Eva!

Eva!

- No, no, this way.

- This way, Dima!

Sacha! Dima!

- Come on, Vasja!

- Grenade!

- Hey!

- Does anyone read me?

- Over.

We are trapped. We can't

hold out much longer.

Our position is 511728 north

by 132204 east.

Do you read me? Over.

- I don't f***ing believe this.

- Sergei.

Comrade.

Let me explain-

- What's going on?

- Why don't you

ask Comrade Dima?

- What?

- Tell them...

before I blow your

f***ing brains out.

- You don't understand.

- Tell them!

- There's no Tiger Bear 3-0-3.

- I don't get it.

- Here.

It's a radio jammer.

I couldn't understand

why we were getting

no signal before.

This is why.

Our comrade here was blocking us,

cutting us off from Mother.

- And I was carrying

the f***ing thing!

- He could use it to

transmit the message

from his pack to the radio and...

- And lead us here.

So there is no...

- No Tiger Bear,

no Russian soldiers

needing our help.

- F***ing bastard!

- Oo.

Ah!

- Wait, Vasja.

Don't kill him yet.

First I want to know why.

- We are not going anywhere.

Not going anywhere.

- That Fritz must know the way.

- We'll follow him.

- That f***ing old fascist?

- You don't understand.

We are not leaving.

That's an order.

- An order?

I'm going to cut his balls off-

- Here, here, here, here.

- Oo.

- Read this document.

I'm a full captain,

your superior officer.

I have a list of every

man in this squad's

family and loved ones.

If something happens to me...

- What?

- You know what will

happen to them.

- Right.

- Dima...

Tell me...

Why didn't you just tell us?

Huh?

Why the trick?

- This is a top secret mission.

The bureau was afraid

there might be a leak.

- So you let us come unprepared?

- No, I did not know

the exact nature

of the work that the

doctor was working on.

- He's not a doctor.

He's a madman.

- My orders are to capture

him, if possible.

If not, kill him.

- Capture?

What does the glorious

motherland...

- Listen!

- Want with that madman?

- Listen to me!

This is none of your business.

You do your job; You go

home safe and sound.

Do you understand?

- Is there even film

in that camera?

- Yes, yes.

- The film is real.

I need a record of everything

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