"Understand this, Eric." "These Nazi's I'm not like them." "Genes are the key, yes?" "But their goals?" "Blue eyes, Blonde hair, pathetic." "Mmm." "Eat the chocolate." "It's good." "Want some?" "I want to see my mama." "Genes are the keys that unlocks the door to a new age, Erik." "A new future for mankind." "Evolution." "You know what I'm talking about?" "It's a simple thing I ask of you." "A little coin is nothing compared to a big gate." "Is it." "Yes." "I've tried, Herr Doctor." "I can't..." "I don't..." "It's impossible." "The only thing I can say for the Nazi's." "is their methods seem to produce results." "I'm sorry, Erik." "Mama." "My darling." "How are you?" "Here's what we're going to do." "I'm going to count to three." "And you're going to move the coin." "You don't move the coin, I pull the trigger." "Understand?" "One." "Mama." "You can do it." "Two." "Everything is good." "Mother:" "Everything is good." "Everything is good." "Three." "Yes, wonderful!" "Excellent." "Noooo." "Outstanding, Erik." "So we unlocked your gift with anger." "Anger and pain." "Shaw:" "You and me." "We're going to have a lot of fun together." "Possession of that gold is illegal." "I should inform the police." "Let's not play this game." "Where did you get it?" "A friend." "He recommended your bank most highly." "I see." "Do you know our terms, sir?" "Yes." "And you should know mine." "This gold is what remains of my people." "Melted from their possessions." "Torn from their teeth." "This is blood money." "And you're going to help me find the bastards responsible for it." "Don't touch that alarm." "I want Schmidt." "Klaus Schmidt." "Where is he?" "Our clients don't provide addresses." "We're not..." "Not that sort of bank?" "Metal fillings, eh?" "Not gold." "Worried someone might steal them?" "Argentina!" "Schmidt is in Argentina!" "Villa Gesell!" "Please!" "Thank you." "I would love to kill you." "So mark my words." "If you warn anyone I'm coming..." "I will find you." " Good evening, my friends!" " Good evening!" " Hot, no?" " Yes..." "One beer, please." "German beer." "Of course." "Yes, it's Bitburger." "You like it?" "The best." "What brings you to Argentina?" "The climate, I'm a pig farmer." "Tailor, since I was a boy." "My father made the finest suits in Düsseldorf." "My parents were from Düsseldorf." " Ah." " Yeah." "What was their name?" "They didn't have a name." "It was taken away from them." "By pig farmers, and tailors." "Erik:" "Blood and honor." "Which would you care to shed first?" "We were under orders." "Blood then." "Freeze, asshole." "Tailor:" "Come on, shoot." "Who...what are you?" "Little Erik Lehnsherr." "What kind of greeting is that?" "Hello." "Once again, my sympathies for your treatment at the hands of the CIA." "These Americans are ruthless." "Now they have their missiles placed in Turkey." "I expect you'll be planning missile sites of your own." "Somewhere you know the American early-warning system won't help." "I hear Cuba is lovely this time of year." "And so close to Florida." "Missiles in Cuba?" "You're serious?" "We may as well declare war." "Okay." "Hello, General Armivolkoff." "It's nothing." "Dear comrades." "The United States have dispatched war ships for Cuba." "This leaves us with no choice." "Comrade First Secretary." "We must send in our fleet." "Dispatch the fleet!" "Captain, we already have our orders." "Why so eager for new ones?" "I lived through one war, Comrade." "I'd prefer not to start another." "Battle stations, Now!" "Fleet reports all weapons ready." "Communications officer:" "From the Kremlin, sir." "New orders." "As of 1025 hours, the cargo vessel Aral sea, is hereby ordered to reverse course and return to port in Odessa." "Communications officer:" "Aral Sea, come in." "Aral Sea, come in." "They are not responding." "Officer:" "She's not turning around." "Aral Sea, you are ordered to turn around." "Do not cross the line." "Congratulations, Commander." "You just averted a nuclear war." "What?" "Take him to the brig." "What?" "What just happened?"