:32:05
You're pulling my leg, right?
:32:35
Good morning, Lieutenant.
:32:38
-What have you got there?
-Where are we?
:32:42
-Naqb Rala, south sector, why?
-l knew l'd get lost. Damn!
:32:46
These trails are all alike,
nothing but fucking sand.
:32:51
-These aren't supply trucks?
-No, special transport.
:32:55
l'm supposed to go to El Daba...
:32:57
but l had to change route
because of a bombardment.
:32:59
El Daba is on the northern coast,
at least 80 kilometers away.
:33:06
-lt's full of shoe polish.
-What?
:33:13
For the parade, when we reach Alexandria.
:33:19
What's in this truck?
:33:20
A horse. Mussolini's, for the parade.
:33:25
We could roast it with potatoes.
:33:27
You can't touch it, l have to bring it back.
:33:31
Then say the British took it as a prisoner.
:33:35
Do something, you tell them.
:33:38
You keep this. l'm confiscating the horse.
:33:42
-Pull it out.
-You can't, it's Mussolini's horse.
:33:45
lf anything happens, they'll shoot me.
:33:48
Bullshit. Tell them l took it,
they can come to me.
:33:52
Open up.