11号战壕 Trench 11 (2017)【完整台词】

You are obviously
a medical officer

attached to
British intelligence.

Where is it?

I couldn't tell you,
Herr Reiner.

Johann.

Let's forget...

for a moment
that we are enemies.

After all, we are friends
in science, aren't we?

So, what did you find

on your little expedition?

That you and I don't practice
the same science.

Of course we do.

When a person falls ill,
do you heal them with words,

or do you cut them open
and rearrange their insides?

- I do what I have to do.
- Exactly.

This is the only criterion

under which
science should be judged...

Its effectiveness.

You think...

You think cutting a man open
with a scalpel

is not an act of aggression?

Because to fix him, you have
to inflict a violence upon him.

An educated violence.

A violence
you went to school for.

And what you're doing here
has nothing to do with science.

It's a perversion...

Now, we know that
you've engineered

some sort of parasite,

presumably designed to devastate
Allied livestock.

So I think that you've had
a little accident,

and your strain
has jumped species,

and you've tried to seal
this base to stop it spreading.

No one was more surprised
than myself once it jumped.

But I started breeding a more
virulent strain of the parasite,

and within months
I had created one

that could overwhelm its host
in a matter of hours.

Even before it migrates
to the brain,

the fever caused
by the infestation

can radically alter
the personality.

But once it reaches
the cerebral tissue,

the results are,
well, spectacular.

Some like to fornicate.

Others drink.

But most...

they just want to kill.

Quite liberating,
I should think, no?

Let's go.
It's time to get moving.

Let's go.
We don't have time for this!

Hey, easy, Fritz.

You know, I'm pretty good
with those maps.

Kelly, hey.

I can help you find your way.
You got to show me the map.

Got to move, okay?

Come on. Kelly? Kelly?

Aah!

Aah! No! No! Oh!

No! My nose!

Aah!

- Give me the map.
- No.

Don't make me shoot you.
Give me the map.

You're the only who knows
how the wire the explosives.

This is an outbreak,
and we can't control it.

Look at your friends.

Look at them.

Germany has lost the war,

but there will be no peace
if this gets out.

Don't do this for me.

Think of the lives you can save.

Thank you.

Like you said,
I'm not doing this for you.

Which way?

Down and to the left.

You think
an outbreak in our lines

would allow you
to counterattack?

This awful war is finished.
It's over.

Think about
the civilian casualties.

And what about your blockade?

This euphemism for
the premeditated starvation

of thousands of innocent lives?

You, sir, are in no position
to lecture me about morality.

Agreed. Then think about
your own people.

This monstrosity
won't recognize any flag.

So be it.

Consider it a radical surgery
to save the host.

If Germany loses this war,

it will fall to the democrats
or the communists...

The herd or the Jews...

And I will not allow
either to happen.

So you're gonna drag it
all down with you,

hmm, like some petulant demigod

in one of your
fucking Wagner operas?

Perhaps I will drag it down.
And why not?!

Europe is a perfumed corpse
waiting to be set ablaze.

And if Germany is strong enough,
brave enough,

then it will emerge purified

while the rest of
this dung heap burns!

And if it perish, so be it.

It wasn't up to the task.

The mustering point.

- Gramophone?
- Of course.

Huh!

My God.

What did you think
I was going to do?

I rather thought you were
going to torture me.

But I am.

When the line broke,

the order was given
to destroy this compound.

They were able to
contain the infected,

but this main charge never went.

How do I know I'm not infected?

We were told it only transmits
through bodily fluids,

through blood, through saliva.

- Well, what are the symptoms?
- Begins with a fever.

You become increasingly violent.
How do youfeel?

I feel like
blowing something up.

That is a symptom.

Can you salvage the explosives?

Oh, the explosives are fine.
Detonators are fine.

Then what's the problem?

They weren't connected.

Somebody wasn't ready
to say goodbye.

I found more det cord.

How much longer?

Finish wiring the explosives,

bring it up to the charges
on the second floor,

then up to the surface.

Good.

I found these in the guard room.

Thank you.

Prost.

- Prost.
- Prost.

Cheers.

German beer. You like?

I like.

To the end of the war.

I'll drink to that.

You know, they say that
this disease drives men insane.

But I believe
after the last four years,

both sides
have already been infected.

I was on the Somme,

and we were shelled
for seven days straight.

Even deep down in the dugout,
the sound was deafening.

After 72 hours, some of the men
began to kill themselves.

One of my men...

put a grenade in his mouth,

and I spent the next day
picking his teeth out of my arm,

And after five days,
I crawled up to the top,

out of the dugout...

and I think I wanted to die.

And there I watched
the fields rise and fall,

remade and destroyed again
with each new salvo.

And for what?

To kill a handful of Germans
cowering in a little hole?

Yeah, well, maybe...

Maybe after what
both sides have done,

we all deserve to be wiped out.

Just not today.

Not today.

Gas! Gas!

Come! Down this way!

Up!

Okay.
Let's go through this again.

Which way did you enter?

We came down here
through the emergency exit.

That's going to
be filled with gas

just like the other exits,
so that's not gonna work either.

There.

Thank God
for German engineering.

- What is that?
- It's an auxiliary shaft.

They use it to bring mining cars
up they've filled with spoils,

keep the main tunnels clear
when they're digging.

That will take us up
to the next level.

Yeah, but what about
the explosives?

How do we detonate?

- What's that? Sleeping quarters?
- Yeah.

Personal belongings.
Let me go through them.

In case they stop us,

I'm setting the detonation
from here.

How much time will we have?

I'm giving us 45 minutes.