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Hartman:
25 years ago, I commanded firing squads in France. I was a young officer. I believed then, too, in a German "master-race." But the French patriots also died without talking. We Germans simply refuse to believe that people want to be free.

Major Bergman:
[Taken aback] You're drunk, Hartman!

Hartman:
Yes, I'm drunk... I get drunk every night to forget. It doesn't help. We can't get anywhere but kill, kill, kill! We have sown Europe with corpses... and from those graves rises an incredible hate... HATE!... everywhere hate! We are being consumed by hatred... without hope.

Major Bergman:
[Incensed] Enough!

Hartman:
We will all die... without hope...

Major Bergman:
[Fuming at Hartman, to no avail] I forbid you to continue!

Hartman:
[Ignoring Major Bergman]... without hope.

Major Bergman:
You forget you're a German officer!