Thud, thud, thud. Hans Landa's heart could be heard from across the room. His driver, Christian, was found slaughtered in the car. There was blood in the house and Sophie's shoes were lying on the ground as lifeless as can be. Hans found her earring on the floor along with a hair clip that he had bought for her while they were courting. He bent over to pick it up with shaking hands. There was a multitude of emotions coursing through his body at the moment.

Landa's team and Major Hellstrom conducted a thorough search in the house make certain that Sophie was not hiding in many of the trap rooms around the house. When the disappointing news came that Sophie wasn't there, Hans panicked. For the first time in his career, somebody had outwitted him and somebody had taken his possession without any clue of where she may be. Before he could try to speak, a firm hand grasped his shoulder.

Hans whipped around to find a concerned Dieter Hellstrom, trying to console him.

"Colonel, we will find her."

Hans sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Before he could answer, the phone rang. The entire house grew quiet as all eyes rested on Hans. He walked up to the phone that sat on the living room coffee table and answered it.

"Colonel Landa here."

"HANS"

His eyes widened. "Sophie?! Darling, where are you? Who has you?"

"It's them…it's the bas…" her voice cut off and a chuckle took over.

"Colonel Landa…how lovely to hear your voice again."

German, the man spoke German. Hans took a deep breath and gripped the phone.

"Who is this?" he demanded in German. The entire room grew gravely quiet.

"You escaped me the first time, but now…I have something of yours that won't escape to easily."

Hans gritted his teeth and let out a snarl "Stiglitz…"

Major Hellstrom's eyes widened with fear as he approached Landa. He stood there, anxiously waiting what was going on.

"Your wife is a beautiful woman, Colonel."

He heard Sophie let out a whimper in the background. Hans's body stiffened and his heart was racing.

"Don't you dare touch her, you sick son-of-a-bitch. You better not touch her. When I find you, I'll kill you. I'll kill all of you." Hans was screaming at the receiver.

The sergeant let out another raspy chuckle before dropping the receiver. What Hans heard next, made him wince and burst into tears of frustration. Sophie screamed, fighting for her dignity. Hugo's deep laugh came before the thud and squeak of a bed echoed into the receiver. Her screams were useless, her husband, helpless. Hans dropped the phone and buckled over, falling to his knees. Dieter fell alongside his comrade and glared at the receiver of the phone. He picked up the cold, metallic receiver and hung it up. Then, looking at his superior officer, Dieter helped him up onto his feet and commanded that the rest of the search party leave them be.

Basterds hideaway

Hugo Stiglitz hung up the phone and turned his attention to Sophie, who was sitting on the couch in the room that he had provided her. She sat there, her hair in disarray, with a giant cut on her temple that was starting to bruise. Hugo had tied her hands up so that she would stop attacking him.

He walked over to his bed and picked up the duffel bag that he had thrown in order to fool the colonel into thinking that he was doing the unspeakable to Sophie.

"Thank you for working with me, Madame. And I'm sorry about hurting you before and I'm sorry about binding you. If you promise to not run away, or claw at me, or smack me again, or punch me, I will untie you."

Hugo studied her and his eyes traveled up her creamy, white legs. He caught sight of her knickers and felt himself get excited. Sophie crossed her legs, trying to prevent him from looking up her skirts further. She noticed how he looked at her and she noticed how even though he was ruthless, he was trying his best to be a gentleman to her. Stiglitz was a brute; however, he was a closeted gentleman when it came down to how he fond he had grown for her.

Sophie stayed silent and looked away from him. Stiglitz admired the girl's stubbornness and saw why both Captain and Colonel were interested in her. She let out a sigh, wanting everything to blow over.

"Do you think he'll meet your demands? Will I ever see my husband again?"

She met his gaze and held back whatever fear was left in her. The answer in Stiglitz eyes was 'No', but Sophie wanted reassurance that she would return to the arms of her husband soon. Stiglitz took a step closer towards her and squatted. He started to untie her hands all while keeping his gaze at her. Sophie's hands were freed and she rubbed her wrists to alleviate the further pain she had gained from being tied up.

"Thank you."

Stiglitz didn't move from his spot; instead, he reached for her and collar tied her neck. Bringing her head closer to his, Stiglitz caught her lips again. This time, Sophie brought her hands against his chest and pushed away from him.

"I am married, Hugo. I am loyal to my husband." She whispered.

The sergeant chuckled and grazed his fingertips over her soft, pale cheek.

"You deserve better."

Sophie bit down on her lip and shook her head. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Stiglitz stood up and straightened his jacket. He made his way over towards the duffle bag. Keeping his eyes on Sophie, he raised a concerned brow.

"You sure you want me to show you this?"

"What?"

Stiglitz reached down and unzipped the bag. He pulled out a large manila folder and walked towards Sophie. With a heavy sigh, he placed the folder on her lap and made his way towards the bed. He sat down, reached into his pocket for a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, and finally uttered the words.

"Open it."

Sophie opened the folder slowly and the first thing she saw horrified her; it was photographs of families that had been executed all together. She let out a mournful sigh, sympathizing with the pain she saw in the photographs. There had to have been at least two dozen photos in the pile, each death more gruesome than the last. She closed the file and looked up at the sergeant.

"Hans didn't do this."

Stiglitz puffed on his cigarette and chuckled "He executed the orders; he's a conspirator for the Nazi party. The orders he executes, the men follow, and he told them to kill these people."

Sophie looked down at her lap and breathed heavily.

"There has to be some mistake; my husband is a gentleman of the Nazi party and an officer. There is no way…"

"…trust me, Sophie; it was the last thing on my mind to show you these photographs."

Sophie cleared her throat and stood up. Stiglitz stood with her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'd like some privacy please." She straightened out her dress, although it was already quite ruined. "Privacy and a new set of clothing are all I want, Hugo. Can you respect that?"

The sergeant sighed and shook his head. "I am not to leave you alone until the colonel surrenders."

Sophie looked around the dank, dark room and then to the metal bed frame which held a squeaky, uncomfortable looking mattress. She made a face as she looked around.

"I know this isn't what you're used to and I'm sorry that I cannot accommodate you at the Ritz. But, this is my home and now your home. Would you like a tour?"

"Where are you going to sleep? There's only one bed."

Stiglitz pointed to the couch where she had been sitting. Sophie then sighed and looked at the ground.

"I don't have any shoes…"

Stiglitz nodded and reached into his duffle bag again. He pulled out a pair of men's wing tipped loafers and laid them at her feet.

"This is all I have until I can get money for you to buy some clothing."

Sophie reluctantly slipped the loafers onto her feet. She let out a heavy sigh and walked towards the door.

"Where are we?"

"Nadine."