The Blockhouse

Come on, wake up.

Get up.

Section?

- Ready for work. - Ja, das ist in Ordnung. Okay.

Right.

Get down!

- Is it bad? - It's a bang on the head.

All right!

Who is in here?

Hey, in here!

Come in here.

Everybody say his name.

"Yashme."

Khozek.

- Kramer. - Larshen. I've got Lund here with me.

- Grabinski. - Rouquet.

- Is Lund all right? - Lund's all right, yes.

Can we get through?

I know these doors don't open.

Hey!

Visconti?

Here.

An escape shaft.

Here, take this paper.

One... two... three...

four... five... six...

seven...

It's getting worse. Better go down.

- You first, Visconti. - I'm going down.

I don't like heights.

Don't worry. It's just a ladder.

- Grab hold of that one. - Where?

Up there. Have you got it?

Er... Yes!

Good.

Keep your head down!

Please! Please!

Here's his arm.

His heart's still beating.

Get back!

It's on my leg. Please... No, please! Get it off!

- No! - Grabinski!

I found a store room!

-Hey! I found a store room! —Don't touch anything!

Wine!

Grabinski.

Khozek.

- What is it? - Wine.

Here you go, Lund.

Oh, God...

At least we won't die of thirst.

So much wine.

It's officers' wine.

Leave it!

Why? I don't see any guards here.

Before anyone starts getting drunk, we'd better find out where we are.

Right. We, er... start a search.

Kramer, Khozek, Rouquet.

- Are you okay? - Oh, yes.

I'll leave you my matches.

Thanks.

Rouquet?

- Who's that?! - Me!

Give me!

Hey!

Food!

Food!

Food!

We shouldn't touch anything.

Listen, Aufret...

There are no Germans down here.

And it's none of your damn business.

They'll come back.

Will they?

Hey. Hey. Hey! Look!

- Son of a gun! - Where did you get them?

Candles.

Here, take this. Open a tin for each man.

Oh, meat!

Here, stop it!

They'll shoot us. They will. It's stealing.

- It's me they'll blame! - Oh, shut up.

I'm getting out now.

I'll cut you a piece.

Four years...

I'm going to piss.

Something to wash the food down.

That's it! That's it, Kramer! That's right!

Hello. More wine?

Here is something to wash...

Everything's blocked.

I can't get out.

Hey!

Come here, please.

Look...

This is the blockhouse.

Here's the escape shaft we all came down.

Blocked.

Here...

is the main entrance.

Caved in.

This, er... tunnel here...

Solid granite.

This one...

Hopeless.

Why "hopeless"?

I know these places.

So, then, we're trapped.

Maybe, but, er...

let's get some more light on this place, and

see what we can do, huh?

Well, you know about these places, Grabinski.

Are there any possibilities to dig ourselves out?

Listen, Lund...

- I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - No, no, no, no.

- Just tell us. - All right.

We are thirty meters underground.

There's no air at all from the escape shaft.

- Mmm. - The main corridor, also nothing.

The only air comes through two ventilation pipes,

which face north towards the sea,

and run through seven meters of reinforced concrete.

It would take us, er...

No, it's impossible. We can do nothing.

No, no. There must be some possibility.

I mean, we...

we must...

we must try.

Maybe we could light a fire,

and let the smoke get through as a signal.

No, we'd just fill up the whole place with smoke.

But let's try.

Look, Lund...

Look, we've got food, we've got drink, we've got clothes.

We're safe, huh?

Hmm. How about water?

There will be a little condensation from the walls.

That's silly. That's silly!

But washing will have to be done with...

- wine. - Ha!

Hmm.

This is the best time I've had since the war started.

All I need is a woman.

Hey, Visconti.

Your last woman, hmm? What was she like?

Oh, come on, tell me. What was she like, huh?

Big tits?

Oh, tell us more.

- Hey, Kramer. - Yeah?

How long since we're here?

Three days.

How do you know?

I don't know.

It could be day or night.

Yeah. Long legs.

- Red hair. - Red hair.

She has toasted skin.

Marvellous...

- And... - How many times?

No, tell me, Visconti.

- What, twenty-five? - No, three.

"No, three."

Grabinski...

You know, I've been studying these candles.

They last about five hours each.

Since we have been in this room, we have burnt exactly twelve.

Khozek, please remember the last room on the right.

My pulse rate is normally seventy-two beats per minute.

If you multiply that by sixty, it would give you

4,320 beats per hour.

Hmm?

Now, we have been down here about twenty-four hours

before we came to this room.

That makes three days, you know, exactly.

Seems a pretty reliable way to keep time.

- Providing we have candles... - Candles.

And my heart doesn't stop.

Yeah.

We could be here for quite some time.

Oh, yes.

But I...

have made a list.

There are supplies down here sufficient to feed an entire army.

Well, certainly for us.

Masses of things. —Bloody mess.

What a bloody mess.

This place...

is getting out of control.

No, sometimes two.

Sometimes one.

Let's clean up.

“Soon“?

- Yes? - Come on, clean up.

Yes, you'll have to see her.

I'd like to do that.

You too, Rouquet.

Yes, Aufret, you are right.

But why can you not ask?

I'm still the section leader here.

Hey, Khozek, tidy up!