:16:01
November 21 st, 1934.
:16:04
Me mum made me a sponge cake
for me birthday tea.
:16:07
Next morning the old man walked me
down our street right into the barracks.
:16:11
"You'll be all right," he said.
"You'll like it. I know you will. "
:16:18
1934? You didn't have to join
for bleeding life, did you?
:16:23
I don't know.
:16:25
One thing leads to another, doesn't it?
:16:40
Hey, Fritz!
:16:42
Give us the loan of your book
when you're finished.
:16:46
I don't think you'll find it interesting.
:16:48
Oh, incidentally...
:16:51
...my name is Dorfmann,
Heinrich Dorfmann.
:16:55
Go on. Is it really?
:16:59
Yes.
:17:03
Hey, sergeant. His name's Dorfmann,
Heinrich Dorfmann.
:17:17
What's the matter, doc?
- Nothing, Mr. Cobb. Nothing.
:17:21
- How are you feeling today?
- All right.
:17:23
What do you care?
Anyway, why ask me?
:17:26
You got it written down
in that little black book.
:17:29
No, no. I have nothing written down,
Mr. Cobb. Nothing.
:17:32
Yeah?
:17:34
- Then why don't you show it to me?
- Any time you wish.
:17:37
Right now, though, I have to have
a look at Gabriele.
:17:44
What a crummy quack.
They're all alike.
:17:52
1600 hours, March 17th.
:17:56
What- What about my wife, doctor?