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Berlin.
NARRATOR (VO)
    Needless to say, once the Basterds heard about him, he never got there.
    EXT—FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE—DAY
    The Basterds AMBUSH the prison convoy, killing everybody.
    They walk to the back of the troop truck. Inside, Hugo, in chains, stares back at them.
LT. ALDO
    Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz?
    Hugo nods.
LT. ALDO
    I’m Lt. Aldo Raine, and these are the Basterds. Ever heard of us?
    Hugo nods his head, yes.
LT. ALDO
    We just wanna say, we’re a big fan of your work. When it comes to killin’ Nazis, I think you show great talent, and I pride
     myself on havin’ an eye for that kind of talent. But your status as a Nazi killer is still amateur. We all came here to see
     if you wanna go pro?
    BACK TO THE BASTERD CIRCLE.
LT. ALDO
    Now Werner, I’m gonna assume you know who we are?
SGT. RACHTMAN
    Aldo the Apache.
    The circle of Basterds giggle.
LT. ADLO
    Well, Werner, if you heard of us, you probably heard we ain’t in the prisoner-takin’ business. We in the killin’ Nazi business.
     And cousin, business is boomin’.
    The Basterds laugh.
LT. ALDO
    Now that leaves two ways we can play this out. Either kill ya or let ya go. Now whether or not you gonna leave this circle
     alive depends entirely on you.
    Aldo takes out a map of the area and lays it out in front of his prisoner.
LT. ALDO
    Up the road a piece, there’s a orchard. ’Sides you, we know there’s another kraut patrol fuckin’ around here somewhere. Now
     if that patrol were to have any crack shots, that orchard would be a goddamn sniper’s delight. Now if you ever wanna eat a
     sauerkraut sandwich again, you gotta show me on this map where they are, you gotta tell me how many they are, and you gotta
     tell me what kinda artillery they carrying with ’em.
SGT. RACHTMAN
    You can’t expect me to divulge information that would put German lives in danger.
LT. ALDO
    Well, Werner, that’s where you’re wrong. Because that’s exactly what I expect. I need to know about Germans hidin’ in trees.
     And you need to tell me.
    And you need to tell me, right now. Now take your finger and point out on this map where this party’s bein’ held, how many’s
     comin’, and what they brought to play with.
    Werner sits, head held high, back straight, chin up, every inch the German hero facing death.
SGT. WERNER
    I respectfully refuse, sir.
    Aldo jerks his thumb behind him.
LT. ALDO
    You see that ole boy battin’ rocks?
    WE RACK-FOCUS to one of the Basterds not in the circle. He’s wearing a wife beater and power-hitting stones with a baseball
     bat.
    Werner’s eyes go to the ballplayer.
LT. ALDO
    That’s Sgt. Donny Donowitz. But you might know him better by his nickname, the Bear Jew. Now if you heard of Aldo the Apache,
     you gotta heard about the Bear Jew?
SGT. RACHTMAN
    I heard.
LT. ALDO
    What did you hear?
SGT. RACHTMAN
    He beats German soldiers with a club.
LT. ALDO
    He bashes their brains in with a baseball bat, what he does.
    SGT. DONOWITZ
    back to us, still haven’t seen his face. He Babe Ruths a rock soaring into the atmosphere.
LT. ALDO
    Now, Werner, I’m gonna ask you one last goddamn time, and if you still “respectfully refuse,” I’m calling the Bear Jew over
     here, and he’s gonna take that big bat of his, and he’s gonna beat your ass to death with it.
    Now take your Wiener-schnitzel-lickin’ finger and point out on this map what I want to know.
SGT. RACHTMAN
    Fuck you and your Jew dogs.
    Instead of getting mad, the Basterds burst out LAUGHING.
    Also says to Werner, with a giggle in his voice:
LT. ALDO
    Actually, Werner, we’re all tickled ya said that. Frankly, watchin’ Donny beat Nazis to death is the closest we ever get to
     goin’ to the movies.
    (YELLING)
    DONNY!
    SGT. DONOWITZ
    He turns to the CAMERA and yells:
SGT. DONOWITZ
    Yeah?
LT. ALDO
    Got a German here wants to die for his country. Oblige him.
    SGT. DONNY DONOWITZ
    bat over his shoulder, smiles.
    CUT TO
    INT—BARBER SHOP (BOSTON)—DAY
    Donny, cutting heads, in his