Come on! Knock it off. Knock it off!
Gardner, keep telling them you're innocent.
Don't let them see you're afraid, kid!
lt'll be all right, son.
I didn't wanna do it, sir. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry!
I didn't. . . . Sir? Sir?
It won't happen again, sir. I didn't want. . . .
I didn't. . . .
Private Arthur James Gardner. . .
. . .you've been found guilty as charged for the crime of murder.
Your case has been appealed three times. . .
. . .and reviewed three times.
The verdict of each court-martial has been the same:
Guilty as charged.
Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?
I didn't mean it.
l-- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry.
Open it up.
Enjoy the show, major?
I want to see Major Armbruster.
-Just down the corridor-- -Yeah, I know where it is. I know.
John. Good to see you.
Don't you give me that. We had dinner last night together, remember?
Be nice. Take it easy.
This time it's serious, John. You've gotta cooperate.
Let's go.
Colonel. General is waiting, major.
Major Reisman, sir.
Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down.
-Sit down, major. -Thank you, sir.
Well, major, what did you think of the hanging?
Looked very efficient. Then again, I'm not an expert.
I meant, how did you personally feel about it?
It wasn't the nicest way to spend an evening.
Well, it wasn't staged for your entertainment, you know.
I hope Private Gardner was aware of that.
-Private who? -Private Gardner.
He was the object of the exercise.
There happens to have been a reason, major.
I've got your service record here, major.
A lot of fireworks. A lot of transfers.
One tough scrape after another, very short on discipline.
Very short on discipline.
I hear you did a pretty good job in Italy.
Then you loused it up by exceeding your orders. And that's not the first time.
-I didn't write those reports, sir. -What is that supposed to mean?
I don't necessarily agree with what's in them.
-Maybe you'd like to write your own? -No, thank you, sir.
I'm not very interested in embroidery, only results.
Now, you hold it right there.
This war was not started for your private gratification.
And you can be damn sure that this Army. . .
. . .isn't being run for your personal convenience, either.
You've been waiting for a transfer for over two months now.
With a record like yours, you could go on waiting forever.
However, I get orders too. And right now I've got some. . .
. . .that sound as if they were made for somebody just like you.
Personally, I don't go for this behind-the-lines nonsense.
As far as I'm concerned, a soldier's job is to wear his uniform and kill the enemy.
But that's another matter.
I'm gonna ask General Denton to read these orders. . .
. . .just as they came down to us.
After, if you have any questions, ask. Understand?
-Yes, sir. -General.
"Project Amnesty:
You will select 12 prisoners sentenced to death. . .
. . .or long-term imprisonment for murder, rape, robbery or other violent crimes.
Train these prisoners in as much of the behind-the-lines operations. . .
. . .as they can absorb in a brief but unspecified time.
You'll then deliver them secretly to Europe and prior to the invasion. . .
. . .attack and destroy the target specified: Overleaf. "
-That's all? -That's all.
What about the target specified, Overleaf?
Doesn't concern you now.
Well, what do you say, major?
I'd say it confirms a suspicion I've had for some time now, sir.
Do you think we might share that suspicion, major?
I think you should.
Since I'll have to assume we're over here to win the war. . .
. . .it wouldn't pay to advertise. . .
. . .that one man we're working for is a raving lunatic.
Now, that's enough, major. You're here to be briefed on an operation.
You have permission to ask questions about that operation.
You do not have permission to make personal comments. . .
. . .concerning the officers responsible for its conception.
-Now, is that clear? -Yes, sir.
Ask relevant questions or shut up.
Is it relevant to ask why I'm being offered this mission?
It's not, as you say, being offered.
I'm volunteering.
Exactly, major.
I'm glad you look at these things so realistically.
I don't mean to appear unduly cautious, but if my personal survival. . .
. . .depends on the performance of 12 deadheads. . .
. . .it might be helpful to know exactly what I'm training them for.
Now, that's a very good question, major.
-Armbruster, let's have the basic outline. -Yes, sir.
"The Germans are using a large chateau near Rennes in Brittany. . .
. . .as a rest center and a conference place for general staff officers. "
The target has no real military value itself. . .
. . .but with these conferences, discussion groups and the like going on. . .
. . .there's hardly a day when there aren't a considerable number. . .
. . .of important general officers in residence.
Usually with the benefit of female companionship.
"Eliminating a number of senior officers couldn't but have the effect. . .
. . .of disrupting their chain of command. "
The idea is simply that our men are dropped by parachute.
They enter the chateau and kill as many senior officers as is possible. . .
. . .in the time available.
Naturally, the place is fortified and heavily guarded.
Naturally. What's the deal with the men?
None whatsoever. Let's have no misunderstanding about that.
It's exactly what it says, an amnesty.
A temporary postponement. You take it or leave it on that basis.
Like you say, sir, let's not have any misunderstandings.
I don't like it. I think it stinks.
I've had enough of your insolence.
It's not a question of insolence but of practicality.
I'm the guy that's being asked to sell this idea. . .
. . .to 12 happy, smiling faces, right?
They do have an alternative way to go, you know.
-That's no way for anybody to go. -Oh, the hell you say, major.
Why, I know a lot of people who should go exactly that way.
But that's beside the point.
Now, come on, major, what's your basic objection?
These men are, by definition, incapable of any discipline or authority. . .
. . .much less intensive training.
If there isn't a possibility for a remission of their sentence. . .
. . .they have nothing to look forward to and no reason to cooperate, right?
Got a point. You got a point, major.
However, as you know, I don't have the power. . .
. . .to reverse the findings of a court-martial.
You do have the power to commute the sentence of such a court.
-Excuse me, general. -Yes?
You do have authority under the Visiting Forces Act to make such a ruling.
-Visiting Forces Act? -Yes, sir.
All right, major, you got a deal.
Let's say that if any of these men distinguish themselves. . .
. . .then we will give serious consideration to commuting their sentences.
That's no deal.
Who's to say whether they really distinguish themselves or not?
You can leave that decision to me.
But remember, the other alternative will apply with equal force.
Any breach of security, any failure of discipline. . .
. . .those prisoners go right back where they came from.
-Understood? -Yes, sir.
Good. Anything more, gentlemen?
Well, yes, sir. I noticed Colonel Breed in the waiting room.
I wondered whether he was connected with this operation.
-What if he is? -I'd be very unhappy, sir.
Major, Colonel Breed is your superior officer.
And you will behave accordingly, at all times.
-Is that clear? -Yes, sir.
Now, it so happens that Colonel Breed is not concerned with this operation.
But he is running the parachute school where part of your training will be.
I don't want to hear any complaints, from either of you.
Now, you've got a job to do, mister, so move it.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Major Reisman seems to be heading to his own court-martial.
He's the most ill-mannered, ill-disciplined officer. . .
. . .it's ever been my displeasure to meet.
You think so, Denton?
You may be right. But he's sure right about one thing.
Somebody up there must be a raving lunatic.
Let's get Colonel Breed in here.
Open.
All right, you men, this is an exercise period.
So exercise!
Major Reisman, Sergeant Bowren, sir.
-Have the prisoners fall in. -Sir.
Prisoners, fall in. All right, come on now. Get with it!
-Come on, come on. -Move it!
Come on, move! Hey, you, move, I said, move.
"Franko, V.R.
Death by hanging.
Vladek, M.
Thirty years' hard labor.
Jefferson, R.T.
Death by hanging.
Pinkley, V.L.
Thirty years' imprisonment.
Gilpin, S.
Thirty years' hard labor.
Posey, S.
Death by hanging.
Wladislaw, T.
Death by hanging.
Sawyer, S.K.
Twenty years' hard labor.
Lever, R.
Twenty years' imprisonment.
Bravos, T.R.
Twenty years' hard labor.
Jiminez, P.
Twenty years' hard labor.
Maggott, A.J.
Death by hanging. "
All right, sergeant. Have them fall in according to height, right to left.
According to height, fall in!
Come on, you jokers, you heard him. Get in there! Fall in line!
-Come on, move! -Come on, come on. Turn around.
Come on, here! I said, get in line.
Straighten up your jacket there.
Get over there.
-All right, have them count off. -Sir. Count off!
Let's see what they can do with a little close-order.
-Hut, right! -Right.
Left, march!
Hut, hut, hut, hut.
Two, three, four, hut, hut, hut. Two, three.
Squad, halt!
About face!
Left, march!
Squad, halt!
Right face! At ease.
Now, what did I say to you? Or maybe you don't understand English!
-What's the matter, Number 11 ? -I got a pain.
-Where does it hurt? -Well, I'll tell you. It's. . . .
I wish you would. And do it correctly, please.
Oh, I don't have to say, sir, I. . . . To you or anyone else.
And I don't have to march, either. And I know the rules.
Why don't you have to march?
Because condemned men don't have to drill.
And there's nothing you can do about it, mister.
What's your name, son?
Eleven.
His name is Franko, sir.
Franko, come over here a minute. Come on.
Look, you little bastard, either you march or I'll beat your brains out.
Understand?
What'd you see, sergeant?
I saw the major attacked by the prisoner and forced to defend himself, sir.
All right, have the prisoner taken back to his cell.
Take his head, I'll get his feet.
Now let's see what they can do with a little close-order.
Yes, sir.
Squad, ten-hut!
Right face.
Forward, march! Hut.
Squad, halt!
About face!
Forward, march!
General prisoner Franko, Victor, sir.
So how's the jaw?
If you're gonna act tough, you should learn how to take care of yourself.
You really should.
You're worried about my jaw?
Franko's pain bothers the major?
You were a big man with the syndicate back in Chicago?
You've seen my record.
Yeah, I've seen your record, so let's knock it off, huh?
So, what happens first when you hit London?
You get involved in a penny-ante stickup and start blasting and kill some old guy.
And come away with what?
-What did you have when they got you? -What did I have? What do you mean?
Come on, big shot. How much money did you have?
I had enough.
Two pounds and 10 shilling. That's almost 10 dollars.
You're gonna get yourself hung for a lousy 10 bucks.
-What's that to you? -Nothing.
Then why don't you get off my back? You didn't come to visit me.
What do you want?
I don't care if they hang you for 10 dollars or 10 cents.
It makes no difference to me.
But it just so happens that temporarily I got a little pull around here.
And I might be able to get you off the hook, if I wanted to.
Are you a general?
You're not a general, and only a general can grant my reprieve.
Look, stupid.
I'm making you a proposition.
All I want from you is a straight yes or no.
-You talk, I'll listen. -Okay.
You either can sweat out the two days you have before the hanging. . .
. . .or you join an outfit that I'm putting together.
If you do that, I'll have you out of here in less than 24 hours.
But you'll be worked to death, and there's not a beating you won't take.
And then when I'm satisfied with you. . .
. . .you'll go where the Army tells you. Chances are you'll get killed anyway.
You don't know Victor Franko.
-Guard. -All right, what's the deal?
What's the deal if I do stay alive?
-Might get off the hook. -Count me in.
But you foul up once, anywhere along the line, just once. . .
. . .and you'll be back here at the end of a rope.
Hey. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute! What's the matter with you?
You think I want to die?
If you do, then you don't know Victor Franko.
How come you speak German?
Because my old man was a coal miner in Silesia.
If he didn't speak German, he didn't dig coal and he didn't eat.
That was the language he spoke when he came to the States?
Pretty tough job in those days.
Yeah, it still is.
I don't like officers, not any of them, and I never have.
But you were one yourself, weren't you?
Yeah, three lousy days.
Somebody must have thought you'd make a good officer.
They made a big mistake, didn't they?
Well, I thought you claimed he was going over the hill.
What the hell are you talking about, "claimed"?
He was going over the hill.
My outfit was pinned down by the worst crossfire you ever saw.
Half of them bleeding to death. And this lover took off like a rabbit. . .
. . .with the medical supplies on his back.
The only way to stop him was to shoot him.
Anyhow, he had it coming.
Yeah. But you only made one mistake, huh?
Guard.
You let somebody see you do it.
General prisoner Maggott, A.J., sir.
"Maggott, A.J. Death by hanging. "
Hey, midnight.
Be a real good boy, now, and maybe I'll let you eat with the white folks.
Well, Maggott, I see you've got a sense of humor.
The all-American hero, laughing in the face of death.
They're not gonna hang me, major.
I never raped that evil slut. . .
. . .or any other creature.
The Lord gave me that woman and told me to chastise her.
Then he told you to beat her to death, huh?
I only do what I'm called on to do.
I was in a state of grace. And that woman. . .
. . .she tried to soil my spirit.
Well, I'm sure you were, Maggott.
But it seems to me I remember a quotation that goes like:
Vengeance is mine.
I will repay, sayeth the Lord.
Paul to the Romans, Chapter 12.
Exactly. Now, isn't that supposed to mean. . .
. . .that we leave punishment of the transgressors to his hands?
That's right, major. That's exactly what it means.
But it doesn't restrict him to the kind of tools he would use, now does it?
And like I told you, major, I only do what I'm called on to do.
You know, Maggott, I don't think you're going to hang after all.
I think a man like you is destined for higher things. Guard.
Besides, us Southern boys have to stick together now, don't we?
I sure didn't mean to kill that fella.
But you do like I say, and maybe they won't hang you.
Fixing to kill me some other way?
It might not come to that.
I reckon the folks would be a sight happier if I died like a soldier.
Can't say I would.
Who does this hotshot major think he is?
Making us play wet nurses to a bunch of scum.
Corporal Morgan.
If you can't find something to do, I'll find something for you.
Now, move it.
Don't sweet-talk me, whitey. You know why I'm here.
Or maybe you think I should've let those cracker bastards. . .
. . .go right ahead and castrate me?
Seeing what those guys tried to do to you. . .
. . .I'd say that you had considerable justification.
Thank you, Mr. Major, sir. I really do thank you for that.
But the court didn't agree, right? So where does that leave you?
I'm offering you an alternative, which means you can keep fighting.
-Who for, major? -For yourself, if you want.
But the Krauts, they're the real master-race merchants.
That's your war, man, not mine.
You don't like the Krauts, major, you fight them.
Me, I'll pick my own enemies.
That's your privilege. But you won't be able to exercise it much longer.
Guard.
Because on March 25th, you have a date with the hangman.
That's just six days from now.
Buenos días, major.
You know, sergeant, going over the transcript of that man's trial. . .
. . .there are a couple of things I don't get.
Did he ever claim that he didn't do it?
I beg your pardon, but you haven't been around prisons very much, have you?
You see, the first thing one learns in prison, everybody is innocent.
This one, he doesn't say too much about that one way or another.
He's only disturbed because we don't allow him to have strings for his guitar.
Sergeant, did you ever lose a man. . .
. . .because he hung himself with a guitar string?
No, sir, I haven't, and I'm not about to.
Well, if he makes the trip, see he gets the strings.
Yes, sir.
Attention!
-Tell the men to be seated. -Yes, sir. Take seats!
-Guards out. -Sir, l--
-Guards out. -Yes, sir.
You heard him. Guards, out!
My name, for those of you who may have forgotten, is Reisman.
You've all volunteered for a mission which gives you just three ways to go:
You can foul up in training and be sent back here for execution of sentence. . .
. . .or you can foul up in combat. . .
. . .in which case I'll blow your brains out. . .
. . .or you can do as you're told, in which case you might just get by.
You must not attempt to escape.
There will be no excuses, there will be no appeal.
Any breach of either of these conditions by any one of you. . .
. . .means you'll all be shipped back for immediate execution of sentence.
You are therefore dependent upon each other.
Any one of you try anything smart. . .
. . .and the 12 of you get it right in the head, all right?
So try to remember that.
Now, are there any questions?
Sir?
Do we have to eat with niggers?
It's all right. The gentleman from the South. . .
. . .made some kind of inquiries about the dining arrangements.
He and his colleagues are discussing the place-card settings. All right?
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Look, corporal, fellas, let's get with it, right? Remember?
Baseball, pitching? Chicago's always had the pitching.
But now, as far as-- As far as hitting goes. . .
. . .well, my sister, she can hit better than half them fellas.
Let's move it out!
-Well, what do you think, sergeant? -I think you'll do just fine, sir.
Don't give me that. I said, what do you think?
I think the first chance one of them lovers gets. . .
. . .he's gonna shoot the major right in the head, sir.
-Thank you, sergeant. -Sir.
Okay, Franko. Let's go.
All right, move it out.
Come on.
Over there.
Sergeant, have the men fall in, facing me.
Sir. All right, on your feet. Fall in over here, double-quick! Come on now!
Come on, snap it up. Snap it up!
Jiminez, get in there!
Ten-hut!
All right, Franko, get rid of that cigarette.
Thank you.
This will be your new home until further notice.
What there is of it will be built by you, but the construction. . .
. . .will in no way interfere with your training.
So the sooner you get it up, the sooner you'll be sleeping in out of the rain.
-Sergeant. -Sir?
You're in charge. I want this compound up and completed within the month.
Thank you.
If this place was on fire, it'd burn to the ground.
Come on, what are you doing?
All right, come on. Let's move. Come on.
Hey, Maggott, what are you? German?
Hey, what are you trying to do, break the window?
All right, sergeant, fall them in.
Fall in, in front of the hut. On the double!
Round it up!
At ease.
All right, that'll be all for today.
How come they got all the comforts of home?
Why can't we put our floor in? Why can't we put our windows in?
-Franko's right. -I'd rather sleep in my cell.
Mr. Franko, with his keen eye for detail. . .
. . .has noted that the prisoners' quarters are not yet ready.
The answer to that is simple:
You are not yet ready to occupy that hut. . .
. . .with the degree of comfort that you would like.
When I think that you've earned that privilege, I'll let you know.
Reveille is at 0530.
That is all. Sergeant.
Sir. You heard the man, chow time!
Dismissed!
That's it, fellas. Speak up, boys. Speak up.
Wind it up, strike one!
Hey, Joseph, is that the way they did it in the Polish navy?
You won't win any cigars that way.
Hey, Franko, number please.
Ask the operator for my nickel back.
Why don't you guys just dry up and blow away?
Meanwhile, on the Atlantic wall...
... the German forces have been preparing...
...a few nice surprises for you, gentlemen...
...just in case Mr. Churchill...
...is really foolish enough to attempt an invasion.
He may not be unduly worried about this...
...but then, of course, he will not be taking any active part...
...in such an--
Hey, what's this guy's name again?
You ought to know. You listen to him every night.
-Dumbo, get me a cup of coffee. -You crazy?
I say shut the guy up.
-Sleepy time. -Hey, jump through this, will you?
Hey, you. Come here.
You look like an intelligent guy.
-You like it here? -No.
You gonna stay here?
-Well, I ain't got nowhere else to go. -Ah, you're an idiot.
Hey, Wladislaw. You understand German.
Who's that dame singing about?
Well, it's about a very lonely girl. . .
. . .who's sick and tired of war and being left alone.
-Waiting for her man to come home. -Keep that cheap, wailing slut quiet!
Let's cut out the community sing.
Get some sleep. You're gonna need it.
Up yours.
Creeps. They're all creeps. That's what they are. Creeps.
-Hey, where you going? -Going to the can.
-Want me to come with you? -You kidding?
They're after Franko.
You trying to get us all hung?
We're all dead anyway. Don't tell me you believe that creep Reisman.
Want that slick bum to make suckers out of you? Whose side are you on?
What's with you?
What is this, anyway? Uncle Tom week?
You come with me, we're home free.
He doesn't give a damn about you.
If we go on that mission, we all get killed. That's what they want!
Those idiots in there are gonna get shot, and they're not even due for hanging.
You, you slob, you slob. What do you think you got coming?
-Slipped on a bar of soap, huh? -Yeah.
Pull with your arms, hold with your legs.
Come on, Jiminez. Move it.
When the time comes. . .
. . .you've got exactly 34 seconds to clear that distance.
I really can't make it, major.
Oh, come on, Jiminez. Move it. Don't stop now.
I can't! I can't!
-Come on, Jiminez. Move. -I really can't.
I can't make it, major. I can't make it! I can't make it!
Jiminez! You come back down that rope, you're going straight back to prison.
I can't. I can't! Really, I can't.
Sergeant, give me that weapon. Take a spin on that rope.
I can't make it. I can't make it! I can't!
I really can't make it, major. I can't!
Boy, look at him go now!
So you couldn't make it, huh?
Okay, Posey, let's see a little of that Apache know-how.
Re-thread that pulley and get another rope down here. Come on!
Give these other characters a crack at immortality.
You said Mayonnaise was the only one supposed to get on top of that chateau.
But suppose Jiminez gets killed before he gets to the top of that chateau.
-Come on, Posey. Move it. -Come on, get that thing up here.
We'll have it ready in a minute, major.
All right, Franko, you're next.
All right, so much for hygiene on the field.
Now, which one of you guys would like to stick this in the major?
Well, major, if it's gonna help the war effort. . . .
Franko, sit down. You'll get your chance.
Well, let's see. . . .
-Posey. -Me?
Yeah, step out here.
I'd rather not, sir.
Look, Posey, it's just an example. Come on, now. Step out here.
Now, will you hold this knife?
Posey, it's got a scabbard on it. It can't hurt anybody.
Tell me, Posey, what did they lock you up for?
I mean, what did you do?
I already told you that, sir.
Well, tell me again.
I'm sure that your friends over here would like to know too.
-What'd you do, Posey? -Yeah, fill him in.
This fella kept pushing me. I don't like to be pushed, so I hit him.
Killed a man with your bare hands because he shoved you?
I only hit him once.
Only hit him once.
And drove his jawbone right through his brain because he pushed him.
-I didn't mean to kill him. -You didn't mean to kill him, but you did.
Now, what would you do if you meant to kill somebody? Could you do it?
If you had to kill somebody with a knife, do you think you could do it?
-Come on. Tell me. -I'd rather not.
I don't care what you'd rather do.
Come on, stick that knife in me. You can do that. Come on.
Major, I don't want to do this.
Come on, Posey. Just stick it right here in me, it won't hurt.
Come on.
-I don't want to hurt you. -You're not. I'm gonna hurt you.
-Posey, stick me. -I don't want no trouble.
You got no trouble. I'll give you all the trouble you'll get.
Come on, now, Posey. Just stick that knife right there, right there.
You're a big boy.
You killed a man for shoving you? I'm shoving you.
-Come on. Let me have it. -Stick him!
I'm talking to you. Give it to me or I'm gonna shove you right through the wall!
Come on, Posey. Give it to him!
-Stab him! -Get him, Posey! Come on, Posey!
I want that knife. Why won't you give it to me?
-I don't like to be shoved, major. -You're being shoved!
-Stick him! -Knock him down, Posey!
Posey. What a name for a guy like you.
-Stop! -Don't tell me what to do.
-I'm giving orders. -I don't like pushing.
Give it to him, Pose! Come on!
I don't like to be shoved.
Stop pushing!
Posey. Posey!
-Posey. -Yes, sir?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
All right, now. Relax.
Come on, get up.
You know, you learn how to take care of that temper of yours. . .
. . .ain't nobody gonna take this knife away from you.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Okay, major. We're all set.
All right, you go in and see Captain Kinder.
-What's he gonna do? -He's just gonna talk to you, Posey.
-Brush yourself off and go on in. -Yes, sir.
All right, which of you gentlemen is next?
Come on. I'm looking for a volunteer.
All right, Maggott. You're next.
Speed it up, men. Come on, speed it up.
They're looking good.
Yes, sir. I hope they don't forget what they're getting in shape for.
Captain Kinder figures maybe he can teach me letters.
Folks back home would be proud if I could write.
Well, that would put you way ahead of most of the guys around here.
-Better fall in and join them. -Yes, sir.
It's true that I've been blessed. . .
. . .with an insight into women that others don't have.
And sometimes. . . . Well, sometimes I'm called upon. . .
. . .to use it in our beloved master's will.
If women are your special province, why do you hate Major Reisman so much?
There are 11 evil men out there. . .
. . .and they must be punished for their wickedness.
And this Major Reisman, he just snatched them up. . .
. . .from the brink of the pit, and he cheated the master of his vengeance.
And you think that's what God wants? To punish these men?
Oh, he will, captain. He will. And Major Reisman too.
-So, what does that give you? -It doesn't give me anything.
But along with these other results, it gives you. . .
. . .about the most twisted, anti-social bunch of psychopathic deformities ever.
And the worst, the most dangerous of the bunch is Maggott.
You've got one religious maniac, one malignant dwarf, two near-idiots. . . .
And the rest, I don't even want to think about.
Well, I can't think of a better way to fight a war.
The results of these tests point to the fact that each man. . .
. . .has a built-in resentment against any kind of authority. Any kind.
-Don't you? -But this is different.
These guys think the U.S. Army is their enemy, not the Germans.
Well, they know the U.S. Army.
But the Krauts haven't done anything to them yet.
Very sophisticated.
Well, at least they know the U.S. Army.
You can twist it any way you want. But the point is. . .
. . .you are their main enemy.
And when the time comes, you'll be the number one target.
Well, at least it gives them something in common.
What do you mean?
They've come a long way individually, further than we have a right to expect.
But not as a unit. Not as a group.
They've gotta function as a team. And that's what's lacking.
You think putting them on guard duty will help?
Well, it might give them a sense of participation.
Why don't you let me weed out the real morons? Especially Maggott.
I didn't pick these men, the Army did. And I didn't pick the assignment either.
This is one time the Army's going with a starting lineup all the way.
-Including Maggott? -Including Maggott.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
-We could get ourselves hurt, right? -Why don't you shut up, huh?
What's the matter? You planning to save your mother?
Why don't you lay off?
Want me to show you how to do it, huh?
All right.
Take my arm, put it around your neck. Very simple, right?
And then it's all in the leverage.
Better learn how to fall. You'll end up in a wheelchair.
That's what I tried to tell him.
Trouble is you just don't know how to fall right. Here.
Slob. Ah, that's a bad attitude.
Kind of rough on the little fella, aren't you? Like to try that with me?
Now, this is really quite simple.
I'm going to say a word, and you come back at me. . .
. . .as fast as you can with whatever comes to mind.
For instance, if I were to say "happiness," you might say "children. "
I wouldn't say that.
Well, that was just an example.
But if I said "ambition," what would you say?
I wouldn't say anything.
Well, let's give it a try, okay?
-Weapon. -Baseball.
-Knife. -Dodgers.
-Officer. -Pitcher.
You seem to be thinking about just one thing, aren't you?
Yeah. What are you thinking about?
Well, you see, I don't want you to think of just one thing.
I'd like for you to concentrate on each word I throw at you. Okay?
Okay.
Food.
Cincinnati.
-Comfort. -Chicago.
-Now, what made you say that? -That's what I was thinking about.
The hell with it!
Franko, what is it this time?
How am I supposed to shave in cold water?!
You're in the field now. Where are you gonna get hot water?
The guards got hot water! You got hot water!
-You're in the field! -That's tough.
Right. How come you guys have hot water and we don't?
You keep quiet! You keep your big mouth shut.
-We ain't shaving in cold water! -Not if all you don't.
You want us to shave in cold water? Why don't you?
-That's right. -Yeah!
Franko means it.
We ain't shaving. We ain't washing. Not in cold water!
-Is that right? -That's right!
The guards got hot, we won't use cold.
And you can't make us!
You're gonna get yourself into hot water, Franko.
What are you gonna do? You gonna hang us?
What can they do? They can't do nothing!
-Nothing. -Now what are you gonna do?
You know, I think Franko might be right this time.
Yeah, shaving in cold water won't make us any better soldiers.
Excuse me, sir. We got some trouble outside.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear.
-All right, sergeant. Fall them in. -Yes, sir.
All right, fall in. On your feet!
Come on, right over here, Posey!
Come on! Dress it up there. Get in line!
What's this about refusing to shave? Who is refusing to shave?
-We are! -Who is we?
We!
All those refusing to shave, take one step forward.
So you want to stink, huh?
And maybe itch too?
Well, that's okay with me because I don't have to smell you.
Sergeant, there will be no further issue of shaving equipment. . .
. . .or the use of soap.
And there will be no more hot meals.
Just K rations.
Courtesy of Mr. Franko.
At ease.
-Hey, I really think we got something. -Yeah, it's what the Navy calls "mutiny. "
No, no. Remember what I was saying last night about 12 rugged individualists?
So?
You heard them. It was "we ain't gonna do this and we ain't gonna do that. "
When I asked them to step forward, even Posey joined.
I'll bet you he's been shaving in cold water since he was a kid.
Boy, do I love that Franko.
That means that we are going to have that much more time for work.
Right?
So now, if you. . . .
You "dirty dozen" have no objections. . .
. . .we will get our equipment. . .
. . .and we will start in right now.
Attention!
Ready, hut!
That's very good.
You look just like real soldiers.
Fall out!
Now, move it!
You're still the dirtiest soldiers in this man's army. . .
. . .and you're getting filthier every day.
But your training is almost over.
In two days, you'll be learning how to jump with a parachute. . .
. . .and you'll learn quick.
This training will take place at a regular Army base.
And I just want to remind you that this operation is secret.
Top secret.
You will not be wearing dog tags. You will not say anything to anyone.
Do you understand? Nothing. Nothing!
One word, one slip from any one of you. . .
. . .and the deal is off!
And you all know what that means, right?
All right, serve it up.
All right, serve it up!
Colonel Breed won't like this secrecy bit. He'll want to know.
-We're still top-priority, aren't we? -You can't ignore his author--
-Do we have the juice? -Yes, but Colonel Br--
Then I don't care what Colonel Breed likes.
Look, you're supposed to be the liaison officer.
I want you to get orders to the highest echelon. . .
. . .stating to Colonel Everett Dasher Breed. . .
. . .that a group, over which he will have no authority, will be arriving Tuesday. . .
. . .and the identity of the men is secret. Tell him we got a general with them. . .
. . .tell him anything you want, just get that West Point bum off of my back.
A general, huh?
I'll see what I can do.
-I know you will. -Hey, Franko. What is it, man?
-What kind of food is that? -Pig face, serve it up!
What is it?
I don't know. I never ate anything like this before.
I've stepped in it a couple of times, but I never ate it.
What is it?
Did you ask what general?
Yes, sir. Got the same thing again.
No information beyond what was in the order.
What about General Denton?
When we first called, his extension was busy. Now he's not there.
Not now.
-Well, what about you? -Nothing, sir.
Not now, you. . . .
I think they're coming.
Yeah, it's them.
Yes? Sir, they just passed the checkpoint.
Let's go.
Now. Now!
Sounds like we're running into a party.
Boy, you don't suppose it's for us, do you?
Present arms!
Major Reisman reporting, sir.
Where's the general?
He's in the truck. But you understand that he's traveling incognito.
We thought he might care to inspect our number one platoon.
If you give me a moment, I'll see if he's willing to do that.
Order, halt!
How come the band?
-What are we waiting for? -They're inspecting the guest list.
-What guest list? -What's the matter with you?
Which one of you wants to be a general?
Be a what?
Pinkley.
What? What kind of a general, sir?
Just a plain ordinary, everyday, home-loving American general.
I'd rather be a civilian, sir.
What do I have to do?
You've seen generals inspecting troops. Just walk slow and act stupid.
Up one rank, down the other, and straight back to the truck.
They're expecting a general, and that's exactly what they'll get.
So let's go.
-Move it. Come on, move it! -Ten-hut!
Present arms!
Move it. Let's go, move it.
Fall in!
-Pinkley's gonna be a general. -Why?
-Pinkley's gonna be a general. -What for?
Shut up and watch.
First Platoon waiting for inspection, sir!
They're very pretty, colonel. Very pretty.
-But can they fight? -Yes, sir.
I hope you're right.
-Where are you from, son? -Madison City, Missouri, sir.
Never heard of it.
All right, major, let's go. We got work to do. Thank you, colonel.
Hold it down. Hold it down.
You pull a stunt like that again, I'll beat your brains out.
Major, you d--
Sergeant, fall them into a column of twos, then move out.
Yes, sir. Fall out. Fall into column of twos on me. Fall out!
Reisman!
Some people may consider you a first-class officer.
But as far as I'm concerned, you're a disorganized, undisciplined clown.
I'm gonna make it my business to run you out of this Army.
I owe you an apology, colonel.
I always thought that you were a cold, unimaginative, tight-lipped officer.
But you're really quite emotional, aren't you?
Clayton, Blake.
-Hey, watch it. -Look out, will you?
-Hey, hold this. -All right, let's go!
-Do you believe this guy? -Okay, all right, we're coming!
Come on, let's go!
You're in the way.
What's the matter with you guys?
-Listen, buster. -Hands off!
Now, take it easy.
-Just want to ask you a few questions. -Questions, huh?
Hold him! Hold him!
You son of a. . . .
In the gut, so it don't show.
That's the way!
Talk, you bastard. Who the hell are you?
-Number Nine, you crumb. -Number Nine?
-You gonna tell us or not? -Go to hell.
Hold him.
Where the hell are your dog tags?
-I ate them. -You ate them?
-You gonna tell us now? -Yeah.
Yeah.
-Number Nine! -Wladislaw!
What happened?
They tried to make me talk.
Where the hell have you been?
-Wait. What happened to him? -He slipped on a bar of soap.
Everybody's slipping on soap.
Of all the miserable. . . .
-Who? -Who? Reisman.
He had a couple of those paras jump him.
-Major did this? -Gave him a pretty hard time.
-Well? -Well, what?
Did he tell them anything?
Are you crazy?
Three wise men.
"Trust your major. " I'd rather trust Hitler.
-All right, move it out. -Come on, move it! Move it!
You'll find this easier than our jump-tower training.
Action stations!
Go!
Morgan.
-Yes, sir. -They should be here any minute now.
Get the men together. I'll talk to them first.
-We'll use your hut tonight. -Our hut?
Your hut.
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
All right, lke and Mike.
Come on, get on your feet. Come on, let's go.
Move it!
What are you, the Gold Dust Twins?
What, you need a special invitation?
-No, sir. -No, sir?
-I mean, yes, sir. -Then move it.
That's TS, Greek. Why don't you tell it to the chaplain?
All right, you foul-ups, come on! Get over to the MP hut.
The man wants to talk to you. Come on, move it!
All right.
Stop pushing.
Come on, off it now. Let's get going!
So this is how the other half lives.
Get going!
Hey, we're not going to the junior prom.
-Pretty sweet, huh? -No dancing. Come on, let's go!
-They got electricity. -Nice to be rich.
-Hey, what does he want to see us for? -A radio.
-A radio? -Hey, look at those pictures.
Maybe the guards are lonesome.
-Horny bunch of mothers. -Wow!
All right, give them a little air, boys.
Move it, Jiminez.
Okay, sarge.
Well, jump school didn't kill you. Maybe that stuff will.
Your training's about over and I figure that entitles you. . .
. . .to a graduation ball or something. You have cups and glasses.
All right, wheel them in.
Shall I say they're with your compliments?
Hell, no. Tell them it's part of their training.
Yes, sir.
Where are we?
Oh! Somebody in this truck has a cold nose.
Get off me foot!
Watch yourself, baby.
-Have you hurt yourself? -It's a limey barrack!
I'm not one for orgies meself.
-Should've asked for more money. -Bitch.
You sadists!
-Good evening. -I'm already too worn out to work.
-Right this way, ladies. -Move along. That's nice.
Good evening, major.
I could only get eight, sir. It's like cops. If you want one, you can't find them.
-Good evening, ladies. -Good evening, admiral.
Blimey, they're filthy!
They may be, lady, but they sure do mean well.
Hey!
All present and accounted for, major.
You gentlemen will be on duty again at 0600 hours in the morning.
That's, oddly enough, the same amount of time. . .
. . .that these young ladies have allotted to be your guests.
In the meantime, I suggest that you use that time to get acquainted.
I don't believe that Mr. Maggott would care to indulge. . .
. . .so I suggest you save some whiskey for him when he gets off of duty.
Good night, gentlemen. Ladies.
Good night, colonel.
-Are you crazy? -Let's go. We might inhibit them.
-You want to bet? -Major!
Yes, you, Major Reisman!
I saw those filthy strumpets!
You're turning this place into a bottomless pit of vice!
Comes Judgment Day!
And Judgment Day is coming!
Those men, major, they'll suffer eternal damnation. . .
. . .because of you, major!
Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.
You're on guard duty, Maggott.
Want to dance?
There's no music.
Try humming.
All right, girls, you want to lose those wraps?
-Put on that radio. -Make yourself at home.
You think those guys realize tomorrow's Mother's Day?
Is it?
Now they're doing it to music.
-This is a restricted area, sir. -I know that.
Two groups, three ranks in.
Open the gate.
Come on, let's move it!
Open this gate.
Yes, sir.
Hey, look at those guys.
You can't come in here, sir!
Sergeant, take his weapon.
Take his weapon.
Corporal Morgan. Sergeant, get that rabble in some kind of order.
Yes, sir. Commander, man to man!
Sir, you are contravening a direct order.
Contravening nothing!
Fall in with the rest and speak when you're spoken to.
You heard what the colonel said. Fall in!
Come on, move it!
All right, you heard what he said. Fall in!
Come on, come on! Let's get the lead out.
What's he all upset about?
All right, you bunch of foul-ups. Come on. Grab a formation.
Fall in there! Come on, you yard birds!
You believe this Army? We gotta be losing.
Move it! What's wrong with you? You got lead in them?
Come on, get going!
Hey, ain't those the jokers that roughed you up in the latrine?
Come on!
Hey, come on, pick it up!
Yeah, we had Reisman all wrong.
-Come on, move it! -Not now. Wait for it.
What's going on up there?
Hey, you! What are you, something special?
We gotta wait all day for you? Come on!
Get in position there. Let's try and make a straight line.
Let's look like soldiers, huh?
I told you nobody could pass. Now, open the gate. Let's get going.
Those are the two guys that got Wladislaw.
Those are the two guys that gave Wladislaw his lumps.
Those are the two guys that jumped Wladislaw.
Those are the two guys that banged Wladislaw.
Those two gorillas beat up Wladislaw.
Those are the two guys--
In my opinion. . .
. . .the officer in command of this operation. . .
. . .has either disregarded his orders or is flagrantly disobeying them. . .
. . .one way or the other.
And that is what I am here to find out.
All right. . .
. . .gentlemen, let's understand each other.
I'm here to find out exactly what this is all about. . .
. . .and I intend to do it if it takes all day.
Now, you can make it easy or tough on yourself. That's up to you.
Before I leave, we're going to find out who's involved in this insanity. . .
. . .what you're doing here and why.
Is that understood?
All right, general.
What's your name, rank and serial number?
You tell him, we've all had it!
Quiet!
What's your name, soldier?
Number Two, sir.
Morgan. Clayton.
Yes, sir?
Give Clayton this man's name, rank and serial number. For all of them.
-I really don't know that, sir. -Then tell him what you do know.
You fink, you tell him nothing!
-What was that talk down there? -Nothing, sir.
Come here, soldier.
When did you bathe last?
-I don't remember, sir. -You're filthy.
You're a disgrace to the uniform.
Sergeant Fredericks, get a razor and water.
He will demonstrate proper procedure for shaving and bathing in the field.
-Yes, sir. -Right, soldier?
No, sir!
No, sir, what?
No, sir, I am not going to shave, sir!
Then we'll have to do it the hard way. Clayton, Blake, dry-shave him.
Now!
-Reisman! -That's right!
You be good enough to have your men dispose of their weapons!
-Sergeant Bowren! -Sir!
Get some special help and get those weapons!
Yes, sir. All right, you heard the man!
Now, get moving!
Hit them only where it hurts.
-Turn it loose! -That's great.
Oh, I'm sorry, sergeant.
You Nazi!
I'm with you, major, all the way.
Don't call us, we'll call you.
You must be out of your mind.
It might seem that way.
Take it all back, colonel. They aren't pretty and they can't fight.
They're all 4-Fs!
Hey, colonel, I hear they don't even use parachutes!
Hey, colonel, you crybaby!
Don't just stand there, pick it up!
-Stick around for tea. -Put some money in there.
Come again, colonel!
Stop by any time, bozo.
I'm sure you look upon your service record as being highly colorful, major.
Well, that's not my view of it.
I think you know I was never in favor of you leading this operation.
So I can't say that I'm disappointed in your performance.
Because the impression you made on me was unfavorable in the first place.
You behave as if this were a personal matter.
Let me assure you, it isn't.
What happens to you is something to which I am indifferent.
But the nature of the operation I am running is not.
Colonel Breed's report on your unit's level of achievement. . .
. . .and general behavior at the parachute training school is entirely negative.
It would in itself justify my recommendation. . .
. . .that this operation be canceled.
Your men will be sent back for execution of sentence.
Whether disciplinary action should be taken against you. . .
. . .is a matter for General Worden here.
I take it you don't deny your responsibility for the fact that. . .
. . .on the night of April 14-15, a military establishment of the U.S. Army. . .
. . .was the scene of a drunken party. . .
. . .at which no less than seven female civilians took an active part.
Oh, yes, sir, they took an active part all right.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Are you in a position to offer even the remotest mitigating circumstances?
-Yes, sir. -Oh, sergeant, more ice.
Yes, sir.
Well?
You offered those men a chance to get off the hook, and they worked hard.
Now that they're just shaping up, you're gonna say, "Sorry, the deal's off"?
You've only yourself to blame for that. You brought those women to camp.
So I broke an Army regulation.
You're gonna kill five men and send the rest to prison for life?
Because if you did that. . .
. . .you'd have to lock up half the U.S. Army, officers included.
Anyway, you said it yourself, it was my fault.
It's not gonna affect their ability as soldiers.
Yes, well, we've heard about their ability as soldiers from Colonel Breed.
That's his opinion.
My men have crammed six months of intensive training into as many weeks.
As of this moment, I'd stack them up against any men in the Army.
You can't be serious.
You're damn right I am! They might not be pretty. . .
. . .but any one of mine is worth 10 of yours.
-Those comparisons are hardly the point. -It's precisely the point.
My contention is that my men are more than able to handle any job given them.
Now, you gentlemen set this thing up. You promised them a chance.
At least you can let them show you what they're capable of.
I shudder to think what they might be capable of.
Give them a chance to prove it, then if they fail, your conscience is clear.
Tell me, major. . .
. . .just how would you have your men prove it?
It can't be done, can it?
Well, yes. I suppose it could.
I mean, there might be a way.
What I mean is, general, if you recall. . .
. . .next week we've got divisional maneuvers in Devonshire.
Yes, yes, yes.
Colonel Breed's outfit will be part of that exercise.
As a matter of fact, one of his companies. . .
. . .has been assigned the defense of divisional headquarters.
So?
So. . . .
So you let my 12 men act as an independent unit. . .
. . .attached to the opposing force.
And they'll knock out Breed's headquarters and capture his entire staff.
That I'd like to see.
So would I.
Charlie and Fox Companies will support the back of the woods.
They'll need supplies from the 2nd Battalion.
Rogers won't like that, but I don't want to hear about it.
-Yes, sir. -How's Johnson's armor?
They just ran through two minutes ago, sir. The armor's all set.
Hold it!
Back!
Change!
You think we're gonna get away with this?
Smile, you idiots! If those blue slobs recognize us, we're in trouble.
Can you believe it? They shaved.
How about that?
Get a load of the major. He can't believe we made it.
-The day go fast, major? -You're beautiful, but you're late.
-Got everything you need? -Absolutely.
Think you can remember the plan?
-So where'd you get the vehicle? -We stole it.
Like we're gonna steal everything else.
We're playing war games, right? Anything else, sir?
I guess not. All right, we'll be with the generals at headquarters.
From now on, you're on your own. So take off and good luck.
Let's move!
All right, split up into three groups.
These two belong to you?
Where's General Worden?
Well, he's gone to check up in the field, sir.
Oh, my God.
-Well? -Be with you in a minute, sir.
-Well, how about this one? -Yes, sir. I think that's it, sir.
Oh, that's excellent, Haskell, excellent!
Come on, let's go.
-We made it. -Where are the others?
8:45. Four of them ought to be coming over that ridge soon.
0845? They'd better be coming fast then.
The enemy is gonna lay a live barrage on that ridge at 0850. Did you know that?
Yes, sir, I knew that.
But that's the one direction Colonel Breed won't be looking for them.
-Are they all set? -All set, sir.
Batteries one, three and four, open fire and continue at will.
Batteries one, three and four--
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
Come on!
Let's go! Come on!
Load!
Now, come on!
-While they're reloading! -Let's go!
-Down! Can't you hear it?! -Hit it!
Secure guards!
All right, let's go!
Let's go.
Now, what the hell were you guys waiting for?
What do you m--? Mean, boy?
Those lovers were trying to kill us back there.
Change.
Change? What do you mean, "change"?
You can't do that!
It's all right, major. We're gonna change back later.
They can't stop us now.
Let's go.
Come on.
We're on our way.
We get across this road, take 10.
What are we waiting here for?
For a jeep, a heavy machine gun and four men.
Like this one?
Slow down.
Ten-hut!
Good afternoon, general.
The Mafia has landed!
-Whatever Franko says, Franko does! -Machine gun.
Let's get it out. Move it out.
-Come on, snap it up. -Franko, out!
Out? What do you mean, "out"?
-Who do you think stole this thing? -You did, my boy.
Look, you and Pinkley are the only guys that Colonel Breed got a good look at.
This operation is a big enough risk without you coming along.
-Out. -Come on, Franko.
Jefferson, you have until 0930 to show up with the ambulance.
You don't make it, I'll figure you got nailed.
-Then we'll take a whack at plan B. -Right.
So long, major.
Hold on, Maggott. Don't want to lose you now.
Attention!
Attention.
Ten-hut!
-Morning, Breed. -Morning. Quite a surprise.
-Everything under control? -I think you could say that, sir.
Good, good. At ease, gentlemen, at ease.
Just thought I'd drop by to see how things are shaping up.
So this is what it looks like, huh?
Come on, push!
-Posey, remember, you're hurt. -Oh, I'm dying.
Come on, Maggott.
Stand back, now.
-What's that? -Over there!
-What was that? -Down the road, sir. See that smoke?
-Sergeant, have somebody take a look. -Yes, sir.
-What are they doing around that ridge? -I don't know, sir.
That should've been cleared half an hour ago.
Now, colonel, it sure doesn't look like it's been cleared, does it?
Let's go.
-Posey, remember, you're injured. -Gilpin, you forgot the ketchup.
-Help! -Come on.
Sir?
We got a man that's hurt bad. We'd like to call an ambulance.
Call an ambulance. Go see what happened.
-Yes, sir. Come on, you two. -Private?
-Come here. -Yes, sir.
What were you doing on that road?
Our jeep got a flat tire. We went into a ditch.
I didn't ask you that. I asked you what you were doing on that road.
Spotting for the Field Artillery, sir.
Let's see that map.
Move Able, Charlie Company to. . .
. . .the bridge under smoke screen.
Baker Company bank towards the ridge at 1420 hours.
-Private. Come here. -Yes, sir.
What's your name and outfit?
Private Matthew Donald, sir.
Serial number 726256. Battery B, 526th Field Artillery, sir.
-Where are your orders? -Right here, sir.
From Captain Thornhill, sir.
I know most of the men under my command.
But I don't recall seeing you before.
No, sir. I was transferred in last week, sir.
We're getting congested at point B. Two forces have mined the road.
-Where's Peterson? -Here it comes!
Clear the way!
Looks like somebody got hurt.
Watch it there!
Okay, let's have some help with this soldier.
Count of three, lift. One, two, lift.
Take it easy now.
-Where do we put him, sir? -Put him there.
-You can stay, but keep out of the way. -Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Sorry, but this is the end of the line for you.
But we got a bad accident down here, sir.
That's too bad, because you just became prisoners of war.
It's the enemy, sir!
All right, come on, let's go.
Let's go, let's go.
They can't do that.
You're wearing Red Force insignia.
That's right. We're traitors.
-Watch my finger. -They use real bullets, you idiot!
Now, look here, I'm a doctor, major.
And I'm a major, captain.
Yes, sir, but we had a radio message. There's a man badly hurt down there.
Hurry it up!
Here's our permission to cross all lines and roadblocks.
Very cute idea, captain. But it won't work. Get out.
But it's not a gag, sir. There's a real casualty there.
All set back here, Jefferson.
Sir, will you explain the rules to him?
The man may be dying.
I'm just an observer, captain, not an umpire.
I can't interfere or make any rulings.
Come on, doc, I've got a sick tree back here.
Come on, you too.
She's blond, she's engaged. Come on, sugar!
-Got your bracelet right here. -What's the matter?
Come on, Little Red Riding Hood.
You're really gonna enjoy this.
How about this patient, huh, doc?
You're really gonna enjoy it here, doc.
Come on, men. What about 0930?
All right, take out the blue bands. Let's go!
Change to the blue armband!
What about the prisoners?
Sorry, major. We can't spare any men to look after prisoners.
You coming?
-Is he trying to kill us? -We must be going 120.
He's gonna squash us in this sardine can.
You want to be there by 0930, don't you?
Yeah.
--pulling back the map reference, 397492.
That's Blue Force crew.
Call in company orders and hit them when they reach crossroads.
Hello, Able 3.
Don't worry, Bill. They called for the ambulance.
-It's gonna be all right. -Yes, it will.
It's gonna be all right.
I want a strike on Hill 80 between them at 1400 hours.
Move them up to the base of the hill and keep their heads down.
Well, thanks very much, colonel. It's been very instructive.
I think I'll take a little ride now and get the overall picture.
Yes, sir, thank you.
Move it over. Give them room.
Forward observation report. Blue Force tanks approaching. . .
. . .airfield at map reference--
Out of the way!
Come on. Watch out for the ambulance!
There he is. The old man.
Come on, observers!
Major Reisman's compliments, sir.
Hey, major. What do you think about that one, major?
I didn't wanna tell you before because I thought it might make you nervous.
After our last little party, the generals were all in favor. . .
. . .of sending you back to finish your sentences.
-Or get hung. -Or get hung.
Or get hung.
But I made a deal with them.
Knocking off Breed's headquarters is what got you guys off the hook.
You weren't really worried, were you, major?
No, not much, he wasn't.
But we still have one operation to go.
If you guys foul up on this one, none of us will ever play the violin again.
Because up until now, it's all been a game.
But as of tomorrow night, it's gonna be the real thing.
If you want to know how real, I'll tell you.
It's my guess the lot of you guys won't be coming back.
But there's no sense in squawking about that.
Because the Army never did love you.
Besides, you all volunteered, right?
-Yeah. -Well, that's more than I did.
Sergeant Bowren.
Look, I know we've been over this a thousand times. . .
. . .but a lot can go wrong. We gotta be prepared to improvise.
So let's see what happens if everything goes right. Ready?
-One. -At the roadblock, we've just begun.
-Two. -The guards are through.
-Three. -The major's men are on a spree.
-Four. -Major and Wladislaw through the door.
-Five. -Pinkley stays out in the drive.
-Six. -The major gives the rope a fix.
-Seven. -Wladislaw throws the hook to heaven.
-Eight. -Jiminez has got a date.
-Nine. -The other guys go up the line.
-Ten. -Sawyer and Gilpin are in the pen.
-Eleven. -Posey guards points five and seven.
-Twelve. -Wladislaw and major go down to delve.
And where's Donald Duck?
Donald Duck's down at the crossroads with a machine gun.
And he'd better not be asleep, or we'll all be in trouble.
-Thirteen. -Franko goes up without being seen.
-Fourteen. -Zero hour.
-And? -Mayonnaise cuts the cable. . .
. . .Franko cuts the phone.
-Fifteen. -Franko goes in. . .
. . .where the others have been.
-Sixteen. -We all come out like it's Halloween.
And kill every officer in sight.
Ours or theirs?
Well, let's start off with theirs, huh?
Let's take it again from the top, without the ad-libs.
-All right, one. -Down the roadblock, we've just begun.
-Two. -The guards are through.
-Three. -The major's men are on a spree.
-Fourteen. -Zero hour.
-And? -Mayonnaise cuts the cable. . .
. . .Franko cuts the phone.
-Fifteen. -Franko goes in. . .
. . .where the others have been.
-Sixteen. -We all come out like it's Halloween.
Seventeen?
Seventeen. D-day.
We get out as best we can and make our way to the coast.
And hope that the entire invasion hasn't been a total disaster.
Otherwise, we got a long swim home.
How much longer, major?
I'll ask the driver.
You're not worried about jumping at night, are you?
Getting back.
Ready.
Cargo.
Go.
-Where have you been? We're late. -We've been looking for Jiminez.
-And? -We found him hung up in an apple tree.
-His neck's broken. -You mean he's dead?
That's exactly what I mean.
-This far. -Yeah.
All right, Franko, now you know why we all checked out on that rope, huh?
Gilpin, number eight.
Gilpin, did you hear me?
-Eight. -Gilpin's got a date?
-Fourteen. -Zero hour.
-And? -Gilpin cuts the cables. . .
-. . .Franko cuts the phone. -Let's go.
-What a great way to start out, huh? -Yeah.
So far, so good, major.
Where are those guys?
Here they come.
Let's go.
Come on, Pinkley, let's go.
It's just like the major said it would be.
Yeah, really some spread, ain't it?
There they go now.
-No blackout? -Think they're expecting us?
Hey, the silencer!
Let's go.
"Radio room. "
-Everything okay? -Yeah.
I don't know how many Germans we'll kill. . .
. . .but we're gonna make an awful lot of noise.
Hey, do you believe in stuff like that?
Oh, I don't know, can't hurt nothing.
I don't think I believe in stuff like that.
-So, how's your German holding up? -Oh, man, I don't know.
You know those two guys walking down the stairs?
I couldn't understand a word they said.
-Just act mean and grunt, huh? -Yeah.
Okay, Room 11.
So?
You go first, I'll carry the bags.
We'll set it up here.
-They should've been here by now. -Yeah.
Guard!
I left the rope.
Hold it.
Idiot.
-Do it, Polack! -Shut up.
Hurry up.
Now.
Ready for the turkey shoot?
I wish I could read this. I think it's dirty.
Hey! What are you doing?
Franko and the others are still down there. Come on!
Hey, Maggott.
What the hell are you doing? Get out of sight.
Wolfgang?
Scream.
Scream, you slut.
Sprechen, you harlot.
Scream.
Radio room.
Blow it! Blow it!
-Hey, what's going on? -Shut up.
It's Judgment Day, you sinners.
Come out.
Come out, wherever you are.
Come out.
Now!
-You didn't think about that, did you? -They gotta breathe.
You got the grenades?
Right. Right, sir.
We got enough here to blow up the world.
What are we gonna do about them?
We'll feed the French and kill the Germans.
-Franko, cover that corner. -What happened?
They're locked in the bunker. There's gotta be some air vents. Take a look.
All right, bring your grenades! Over here!
I'll take them.
Here they are.
Take it down there.
Bowren, get Vladek out here.
Where's that coming from?
Come on, Vladek, we need you.
Come on, come on.
Franko! Get over here and see if you can start one of those trucks!
Wladislaw, Jefferson. Get the lids off those other ventilators.
You know what you gotta do, so do it. Hurry up!
All right, you Frenchies, beat it.
No, it's all right. It's all right. Go on.
Get back up there and cover that bridge!
Move it!
Help Bowren!
There they are!
Hurry it up. Posey's got trouble!
Get one of those trucks started!
No, no, no. Leave the pins in. The pins in, huh?
Bowren, get some gasoline.
Some gasoline?
Are you sure?
You want to ask Pinkley and Vladek? Now, get going!
Yes, sir.
Sawyer, Lever, cover that bridge!
Do you believe these guys? They keep these things locked.
Keep looking!
The other road! The other road!
Come on, baby. Where are you, baby?
Let's go!
Move over.
Move over!
Wladislaw. . .
. . .get Vladek out of there, huh?
Another flare! Another flare!
Come on, you. . . .
Jefferson! When I give you the signal. . .
. . .set them off one, two, three, four, and get the hell out of there.
We'll wait for you at the bridge.
-Right? -Right.
Let's go!
Come on, let's go. Come on, hurry up!
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Jefferson, set them off!
Get that thing out of here or we'll all go up!
Let's go.
They're not gonna make it.
We'll get a boat and get out the other side. Come on, let's go.
All right, blow it!
Remember, Jefferson, 20 seconds!
Run!
-Faster, faster. -Come on! Come on!
Jefferson faster.
Come on, Jefferson. Run!
-Go! -Hurry up!
-Come on, move! -Come on, come on.
-It's gonna blow! -Come on!
Come on, Jefferson!
Jefferson!
Come on, start.
It won't start! It won't start! The bastard won't start!
All right, get in!
Shift! Shift it, shift it!
We made it!
We made it. Those stupid bastards, we made it!
Come on! Keep shooting!
Major!
Among the many reports of the raid on the chateau near Rennes...
...perhaps the most objective is the one by General Worden...
...in which he states:
"We are recommending that those members of the group known...
...as 'The Dirty Dozen ' who survived this operation...
...should have their records amended to indicate...
... that they are being returned to active duty at their former ranks.
And that the next of kin of those prisoners who were killed be advised...
... that they lost their lives in the line of duty. "
You did a fine job, major.
I'll see you around.
You did a good job, soldier.
Hurry up and get well. We need men like you out there.
Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.
Killing generals could get to be a habit with me.
Franko, V.R.
Vladek, M.
Jefferson, R. T.
Pinkley, V.L.
Gilpin, S.
Posey, S.
Sawyer, S.K.
Lever, R.
Bravos, T.R.
Jiminez, J.P.
Maggott, A.J.
They lost their lives in the line of duty.
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