Inglourious Basterds2009

Col. Hans Landa:
Now, my job dictates that I must have my men enter your home and conduct a thorough search before I can officially cross your family's name off my list, and if there are any irregularities to be found, rest assured they will be. That is unless you have something to tell me that makes the conducting of a search unnecessary. [A sudden pause with both of the men staring at one another] I might add, also, that any information that makes the execution of my duties easier will not be met with punishment. Quite the contrary, actually, it will be met with reward. And that reward will be your family will cease to be harassed in any way by the German military for the duration of our occupation of your country. [stares hard at LaPadite] You are sheltering enemies of the state, are you not?

Perrier LaPadite:
[softly and slowly] Yes.

Landa:
You're sheltering them underneath your floorboards, aren't you?

LaPadite:
[tears forming in his eyes] Yes.

Landa:
Point out to me the areas where they are hiding. [LaPadite points with his pipe shakingly; Landa walks over and stands on top of that area, gesturing with his own pipe for confirmation; silence] Since I haven't heard any disturbance, I assume that while they're listening, they don't speak English.

LaPadite:
Yes.

Landa:
I'm going to switch back to French now. I want you to follow my masquerade. Is that clear?

LaPadite:
Yes.

Landa:
[in French] Monsieur LaPadite, I thank you for the milk and your hospitality. I do believe our business here is done. [gathers up his belongings, walks over and opens the door] Ah, ladies. I thank you for your time. [booted SS soldiers walk inside with MP-40s; Landa gestures them over to the spot on the floor, where they take up positions] We shan't be bothering your family any longer. So, Monsieur, Mademoiselle, I bid farewell to you and say: adieu! [The soldiers aim down and shoot up the floorboards going back and forth]

Landa:
[holds finger to lips] Shh.

Landa:
The girl [he points at Shoshanna running from the basement to the open plains]

Shoshanna:
[Crying and screaming as she runs]

Landa:
[makes a serious face that turns into an evil smirk] [He points his hand gun]

[click, the gun doesn't fire]

Landa:
Ah, au revoir Shoshanna!