Where is the flyer? The flyer...the pilot!
Dead...finished
Captain, this is the American colonel whose airplane crashed.
Major, the prisoners respectfully ask to see you.
Respectfully! You were ordered to disperse them!
The colonel crashed in his plane...
They accuse me? Why, they're crazy! Clear them off the field!
Captain! The prisoners are burning thier clothes!
You're quite right...the prisoners are indeed burning their clothes.
I must put a stop to this, of course.
Get Major Battaglia. I'll wait here.
Save the clothes! Save the clothes!
Get this train moving and you won't get hurt. Understand?
Do what I tell you, or I'll blow you apart!
It is customary to report first to the commander.
Lt. Gertel, sir...Field Mess 306. The guards should be fed...
Have the first 16 prisoners take full rations to the guards.
They can't leave their post.
I am Major von Klement.
My orders, please.
May I see your identification papers, Major?
Button your tunic!
You call yourself a German officer?
Your name, rank and serial number!
If you can't hold this little post...
...I'll have you transferred to the Russian front!
My orders! I'm in a hurry!
Nazis...my God!
This will be very difficult, sir.
Difficult?
For our Fatso Hermann?
For Fieldmarshal Goering, of course!
Don't argue, change the schedule!
This is an American pilot's watch. How did you get it?
Steal it? Buy it? Find it?
I gave it to him for shooting down the American plane.
Lt. General von Kleist will be very pleased.
Your name, Captain, for my report.
I'm busy. What do you want?
German pigs!
We must move now! If the signal turns red we'll be stuck here!
I told you to wait!
I'm Italian! Save me!
A message from Bologna, sir.
A convoy of prisoners is en route to Austria, through Verona.
The commandant at Bologna station, please.
The convoy of prisoners? Yes...to Milan.
Captain, it was done by order of Lt. General von Kleist, himself.
A shipment for Fieldmarshal Goering? This is ridiculous!
All right, I'll check it.
Impossible!
Bologna confirms your special order to re-route the Milan train.
A special order from me?
Regarding the shipment to Fieldmarshal hermann Goering.
I never gave any such order. Which train did you say?
A convoy of prisoners.
The dispatcher's office in Milan, please.
You coward! You want to leave these men to die?
They're English...Americans... our enemies!
Are the Germans your friends?
Snap to it!
Is it possible for the train to by-pass Milan?
No, sir, he says the train has to go through this complex.
Get me a train for my troops!
Col. Gortz here. Get me the Luftwaffe commander. Luftwaffe!
Good! They've stopped the train!