- Good. - What does he say?
- The English are running away, sir. - Ha! Throw in the German tanks.
Attack! Quickly!
Use the ninth tank division. lmmediately.
- Well? - A complete rout. We're pushing them here...
- l know. What else? - Only Tobruk is still holding out.
- There's a considerable unit there. - We'll have Tobruk in a few days. What else?
We should regroup now - to Alexandria, over Alamein or to Cairo.
Alexandria, Cairo - nonsense. Suez.
We're pushing through to Suez. Suez.
- General von Helmhotz. - Coffee. Helmholtz!
The weather observer has something.
Schmidt! Put it down here.
High-pressure area here, low pressure here. Easterly wind.
- And this? - Sandstorm in the direction of Tobruk.
- Sandstorm? Sandstorm. - Yes, sir.
- A strong sandstorm. - Thank you. You can go.
- The tanks attack with the storm. - Pardon, sir?
Use the sandstorm. lmmediately. Go!
Ulrich!
Roadblock. Travel orders.
- We're going to the front. - Your travel orders.
We have travel orders. Understand? Orders from General Rommel.
Wait. You can't... Stop!
What happened, Müller?
Crazy ltalians.
They don't even know where they want to go. May the devil take them.
Take prisoners! Take prisoners!
Get me a prisoner, understand?
There!
Over there! There's one of them!
Wet down all canvas!
Leave him alone!
Put six men on that hose!
Call the doctor here.
There is a wounded English officer.
He wants a doctor, on grounds of a... Geneva Convention?
lt's called the Geneva Convention!
- You're getting all the time more stupid. - Yes, Doctor.
Couldn't do it without me?
- What does he want? - He wants to know if you're a good doctor.
l studied in Heidelberg and with Tosten in Vienna.
- See, sir, the bullet... - Quiet!
Quiet. Stay still. Jensen, a probe.
Passed right at the artery. A difficult position.
A little higher and it would be a bone splinter.
Just one more moment and...
Brandy, quick.
Drink.
That'll taste fine.
Ready. Good!
What does he want from Hitler?
Here, Field Marshal. Doctor!
- Doctor, quickly! - One moment, one moment, please.
The field marshal is wounded.
Jensen, finish this.
- What happened? - Damned Spitfire attacked.
Quiet.
He was conducting an attack on our ammunition store.
Really?
Please.
Quiet, Kramm. Let him talk.
- Lieutenant! - Stop!
Take it away.
- Kramm, take care of this. - Yes, Excellency.
Quicker, down.
Here, faster, before the planes are back.
Everybody out.
Who's there?
- What is it now? - l heard something over there.
Move away.
- Ah! - l'm sure l heard something.