All language subtitles for Biloxi Blues 1

(# "How High the Moon" by Pat Suzuki)

# Somewhere there's music

# How faint the tune

# Somewhere there's heaven

# How high the moon

# There is no moon above

# When love is far away, too

# Till it comes true

# That you love me

# As I love you

# Somewhere there's music

# It's where you are

# Somewhere there's heaven

# How near, how far

# The darkest night would shine

# If you would come to me soon

# Until you will

# How still my heart

# How high the moon...

I don't think much about the big war any
more, the one called "the second one"...

..because the small wars that came after it
seem bigger now than the big war was.

Most people today look back at
the big one with sort of fond memories.

It was, in a sense, an OK war.

We knew why we were fighting it and felt
pretty proud of ourselves for being in it.

We liked the songs,
we liked the uniforms,...

.. we liked the girls
and we liked that everyone liked us.

So, looking back,
it was one ofyour better wars,...

..except ifyou were a year out of high
school heading south in a troop train,...

..knowing in two months you'd be
in a mudhole fighting for your life.

We were in a filthy train heading
for basic training in Biloxi, Mississippi,...

..and on the entire trip
in the train nobody washed.

We were preparing
to fight Germany andJapan,...

..but instead we were stinking up America.

(spitting)

- Hey, what the hell's with you?
- You talkin' to me, garbage face?

- Yeah, pisshead!
- Who you callin' pisshead, jerk-off?

Knock it off, shit brains!

Up your keister
with a meat hook, Wykowski.

It was my fifth day in the army,
and so far I hated everyone.

(whistle blows)

Where the hell are we anyway?

Hey, Shakespeare, where the hell are we?

West virginia.

No shit. Where's that near?

You don't know where West virginia is?
Didn't you ever take geography?

I was sick that day.

Hey! Hey, what's for chow?

Turkey breasts and white wine.

- In a pig's ass.
- Right, that's how they serve it.

You better eat, guys, cos it ain't
gonna be this good in Mississippi.

Joseph Wykowski from Bridgeport,
Connecticut, had the stomach of a goat.

He could eat anything. His favourite was
Hershey bars with the wrappers still on.

Arnold Epstein,
an intellectual from New York,...

.. was my only hope
for intelligent conversation.

Hey, Arnold, if I wanted to become
a writer, who do you recommend I read?

The entire third floor of
the New York Public Library.

Hey, Epstein, you wanna
read somethin', huh? Read this!

It was hard to believe they had mothers
and fathers who were worried about them.

# Pardon me, boy,
is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo?

# Track 29

# Boy, you can give me a shine

- # Can you afford to board
- Shut him up!

# The Chattanooga Choo-Choo

- # I've got my fare...
- Wake him up, for Christ's sake.

- Oh! What the hell is wrong with you?
- It's 2.30 in the goddamn morning!

- You were singin' again.
- I was not!

You practically made a record.

- What was I singing?
- # Chattanooga Choo-Choo

"Chattanooga Choo-Choo"? I don't
even know "Chattanooga Choo-Choo".

Whoa! Goddammit!

- Somebody let go!
- Oh! Hey, was it you, Carney?

- I'm not gonna do that when I'm singing!
- Maybe you sang to cover it up.

Hey, Jerome, write this in your diary:
"Major fart in West virginia."

Wait a minute. It's comin' from up there.

Hey, bombardier.

- Kill Germans, not Gls.
- Oh, brother.

- I'm sorry. I'm not feeling very well.
- Well, now we're all not feeling very well.

Does anyone have an Alka-Seltzer tablet?

Pluggin' it up ain't gonna help, Epstein.

(announcements over loudspeaker)

Boy, it's hot. This is hot.

Find your company. Company letters
are over the door. Form a single line.

Be prepared to give your name
to the men at the desk.

(man) What the hell you think you're
lookin' at? You just dig. You don't stop.

Where are you guys from?

- Fort Dix, New Jersey. What's it like?
- It's real rough.

We've been here a week. Ten guys died
from malaria. We're buryin' em in here.

- Are you serious?
- He's full of shit. It's a drainage ditch.

I didn't know it was gonna be this hot.
This is really hot.

Hey, watch out for the pole!

Jesus! Did you see that?
That pole just went down. Whack.

Everything falls here.
Telephone poles, flagpoles.

Bugs eat 'em.
Pretty soon we're all gonna go.

Never got this hot in Brooklyn.

This is like Africa hot.

Tarzan couldn't take this kinda hot.

Better get a shine on those shoes, rookie.

I think they've taken us
to a German prison camp.

Detail, halt!

You men fall out and fall in on me.
Column of twos, down here.

This platoon is assigned to this barracks.

Remain here until further instructions
from your sergeant.

You will remain on your feet. No smokin'
and no goddamn tobacco-chewin'.

At ease.

He must think we're stagecoach drivers.

Shut your ass.
These non-coms hear everything.

Perfect. It only took the army five minutes
to turn Wykowski into a robot.

Jesus, I'm dripping wet.
This place is like a steam bath.

I can't stay if it's gonna be this hot.

- I shoulda joined the navy. It's cooler.
- Navy's for homos.

I pictured the army different. I pictured
a lotta doughnuts and USO dances.

Hi.

How are ya?

Good to see ya.

- Hello, soldier.
- Hello.

Hi, sarge.

Hm.

Detail, attention.

Sorry, men,
perhaps I didn't make myself clear.

Detail, ten hut!

Good. Good. At ease, gentlemen.

My name is Toomey. Sergeant Merwin
J Toomey. I'm in charge of this platoon...

..during your ten weeks of basic training
here in beautiful Biloxi, Mississippi.

After which, you'll be sent to
some shit island in the Pacific...

..or some turd pile in Northern Sicily.

In either case, returning to your
mamas and papas with your balls intact...

..is highly improbable.

I speak from experience,
having served 14 months...

..having donated a small portion
of my brains to this conflict,...

..the other portion being protected
by a heavy steel plate in my head.

I'd like you to answer when your name is
called. The answer to the question is "ho".

Not "yes", not "right",
not "here", not 'sir".

Any other unacceptable form of reply,
except the aforementioned "ho".

Am I understood?

(various utterances of "ho")

- Peek, David P.
- Ho.

- Hennesey, James J.
- Ho.

- Wykowski, Joseph T.
- Ho.

- Selridge, Roy W.
- Ho.

- Carney, Donald J.
- Ho.

- Jerome, Eugene M.
- Ho.

- Epstein, Arnold B.
- Ho, ho.

- Are there two Epsteins in this company?
- No, Sergeant.

- Just gimme one goddamn "ho".
- Yes, Sergeant.

- Epstein, Arnold B.
- Ho.

- One more time.
- Ho.

- Do I make myself clear, Epstein?
- Ho.

- Do I make myself clear, Jerome?
- Ho, yes.

- Ho, what?
- Ho, nothing.

- You havin' trouble understanding me?
- Ho, no.

I mean, no, ho, Sergeant.

It's just plain ho.

Hey, Fred Astaire,
you tryin' to tell me somethin'?

I have to go to the bathroom, Sergeant.

How you gonna do that?
We don't have bathrooms in the army.

- They had them in Fort Dix.
- Not bathrooms.

Yes, they did. I went in them a lot.

I'm tellin' you, we don't have
any bathrooms on this base.

- You doubt my veracity?
- No, Sergeant.

- Then you got a problem, haven't you?
- Ho, ho.

You bet your ass, ho, ho.

- You know why you got a problem?
- Cos I have to go real bad.

No, son, you got a problem
because you don't know army terminology.

The place where a US soldier
goes to defecate, relieve himself,...

..open his bowels, shit, fart, dump,
crap and unload is called a latrine.

- Latrine. From the French.
- (laughs)

Wanna tell us
what's funny about that, Jerome?

It's just that you said all those words
in one sentence, Sergeant.

Apparently, you don't understand
the benefit of discipline. Do you, Jerome?

The benefit? Yes, I think I do.

Then tell it to me, Jerome.
What is the benefit of discipline?

Well, it's to benefit the army's, uh,...

..to the way that soldiers...
to... whatever you say, Sergeant.

- Lookin' to get your ass in a sling?
- No, Sergeant. It's fine the way it is.

The benefit of discipline
is that it will win this war for us.

Therefore, until you learn that fact,
I'll just have to keep teachin' it to you.

- Selridge, 100 push-ups. Hit the deck.
- Me? I didn't say nothing.

Correct. We're doin' this
to teach Jerome about discipline.

On your face, soldier!

You think you get
my meaning now about discipline?

- Oh, yes, ho!
- Then let's try it out.

I want another man to give me
100 push-ups. I want you to pick him.

Who will it be, boy?

Speak up, Jerome. Tell me the name of the
man you think's most lacking in discipline.

Well, we just met on the train, Sergeant.
I don't even know all their names yet.

I understand your reticence to speak. No
one's gonna like hearin' his name called.

Why don't you just whisper it in my ear?

Wykowski?
He's the biggest man in the company.

That took guts, Jerome, but if that's
your wish, your wish will be obeyed.

Wykowski, 100 push-ups for me
and your buddy here. Hit the deck.

Now who can we pick to join these men
as a show of comradeship?

Whisper it to me, Jerome.

The entire platoon except yourself.

By God, that's a good choice. You won't
have many friends, but I'll be one of them.

Tell 'em to hit the deck for ya.

- What, you want me to say it?
- It was your idea.

- Platoon, hit the deck.
- Shout it, boy!

- Platoon, hit the deck!
- Tell 'em what we want!

- 100 push-ups!
- Man asked for 150 push-ups!

You heard him, men. Now count off!

(in unison) One, two, three, four,...

..five, six, seven, eight,...

..nine, ten, eleven, twelve,...

..thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,...

..seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty...

(groaning and coughing)

Watch out! Let me through!

Ah! Heads up!

If this keeps up, we'll lose this war.
They'll be speaking German in Chicago.

(soldier) We could all
go on sick call tomorrow.

You don't go on sick call with this guy
unless a tank runs over you.

- Jesus, this thing's a slingshot.
- Is this bunk taken?

Oh, no. I don't mind dyin',
but I don't wanna get my nose blown off.

Hooray, hooray.

Oh, what could I do?
I could be shot for disobeying orders.

You musta done somethin' to piss him off.

Nothing, I swear. He's nuts.

Maybe the humidity rusted his brain.

Yeah, that's a good choice, Jerome. I'd
like to walk in my sleep with a bayonet.

I have a curvature of the spine.
I can't sleep on this thing.

- The heat is getting hotter.
- You girls from the big city can't take it?

- I can take whatever you can take.
- (bugle)

- Don't tell me they're shippin' us out!
- That's chow time.

Chow time. Wash up,
change and let's move.

Maybe there's a place around here
where we could eat out.

It's not bad. It just needs salt and pepper,
ketchup and mustard. That's all.

If they dropped this over Germany, the
country'd come out with their hands up.

I saw this stuff in the Bronx Zoo once.
Gorillas were throwing it at each other.

You can get something else.
It's a government regulation.

Enlisted men must be
served palatable food.

So why don't you ask for
some matzo-ball soup, Epstein?

I hear the army makes
great matzo-ball soup.

It's my right to speak up.
I'm seeing the sergeant.

Don't start in with him, Arnold.
He's crazy. This is probably his recipe.

- Hey.
- How ya doin'?

(Eugene) He's here for his cup of blood.

Listen, you two guys,...

..don't give the sergeant any crap cos
when he don't like you he don't like us.

Any guy that screws up in this platoon
is in deep shit with me, understand?

- Who made you lieutenant colonel?
- I did. I promoted myself.

If I have to do more push-ups cos of you,
Jerome, you're gonna be underneath me.

Well, now we know who the fruits are.

Hey, did you guys hear
what happened over at Baker Company?

Some guy went nuts. Said he was goin'
home, he didn't want no part of this army.

An officer tried to stop him
and the kid belted him one.

The guy's sure to get
five to ten years in Leavenworth.

I thought this was Leavenworth.

- How are my boys doin'?
- First-rate, sarge.

- Surprisingly interesting food, sarge.
- They don't give you enough.

Not hungry, Epstein?

I find enough nourishment
in bread and water, Sergeant.

You'll need plenty of nourishment
with ten backbreakin' weeks ahead of ya.

- Starting at 5am, we're goin' on a hike.
- 5am?

You'll love it. Nothin' like seein' the sun
come up over a Mississippi swamp.

You boys arrived here a day late
and I got to make up that time.

It's a reasonable request
to make, isn't it? Jerome?

Well, we sort of elected Wykowski our
leader. I think that he oughta answer that.

- Is that right, Wykowski?
- I don't question orders, I follow them.

Good answer. A chickenshit one,
but it's a good answer.

How about you, Epstein?
Are you up? 15-mile walk?

- No, Sergeant.
- No?!

Epstein's not up to it, men.
Why is that, Epstein?

We've been on a train
for three days and three nights.

We haven't had one good night's sleep
since we left Fort Dix.

I see. OK. Fair enough.

Epstein, you're excused from the hike.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Get a good night's sleep...

..as soon as you've washed and scrubbed
every john, urinal and basin in the latrine.

If it doesn't sparkle when we get back,...

..Wykowski and Selridge
are gonna do 200 push-ups.

That'll put you in good
with the boys, Epstein.

I'll see the rest of you men at 4.30am.

Mm!

Enjoy your meal now, you hear?

- "Enjoy your meal now, you hear?"
- (laughter)

That's good. Hominy pigs
and black-pea eyeballs.

I've got to make you men strong...

..because tonight we're going to march
the entire platoon off of a 3,000ft cliff.

Dying makes a man out of you.

I died in the war. They had me cremated.
The ashes were buried here in my head.

- You think it's funny, Jerome?
- No, I think you're funny, Wykowski.

You forgot to eat the aluminum tray.

Come on, sit down.

Get off!

I got three enemies now, Jerome.
The Japs, the Germans and you!

I wasn't in on that Pearl Harbor thing.

Ha-ha.

Hold it. You still got
two spoonfuls left there, soldier.

I've had enough, Corporal.

You take what you want, but you eat what
you take. We don't waste food here. Eat it.

I believe the corporal said no one
leaves here till the trays are empty.

I want all trays extended
for inspection. Move it.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

- Somethin' wrong with your meal?
- Yes. It's the first food I was afraid of.

You'll like it a month from now cos that's
how long you'll sit here. Back to your seat.

Don't approve of our cuisine, Jerome?

It's not that, Sergeant.
It's a religious objection.

This is the week that
my people fast for two days.

This is July, Jerome. Rosh Hashanah
and Yom Kippur are in September.

I have an all-religious calendar in my
barracks room. Don't try that shit on me.

It's a different holiday.

- It's called EI Malague�a.
- EI Malague�a?

It's for Spanish Jews.

Carney, bring your food.

Come on.

- Put half your food onto Jerome's tray.
- Yes, Sergeant.

Eat in good health, Jerome,
and happy EI Malague�a to you.

Come on.

What's your story, Epstein?
Don't tell me. Today is La Cucaracha.

I have a digestive disorder. It's
commonly known as a nervous stomach.

I have a letter from my internist
at Mount Sinai Hospital on Fifth Avenue.

You see, the trouble is you're not on Fifth
Avenue now. You're in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Corporal, make sure that Private Epstein
finishes everything on his tray,...

- ..including that letter. Hm?
- Yes, Sergeant.

(Sergeant Toomey) Come on,
move your ass. Come on.

- Move it! Come on, move it up!
- Goddamn bugs!

Why don't they bite each other?
They have more blood than us.

- (squawking)
- Jesus Christ, what was that?

Sergeant Toomey giggling.

Oh, God, you are pitiful!
You're embarrassing me...

..in front of the lizards and the buzzards.

Bunch of lard-asses I got here.

What would you do
if the Japanese army was behind ya?

Surrender and get some sleep.

Shut your ass, Jerome.
I ain't doin' no push-ups in a swamp!

Yeah, lucky Epstein, back in a nice,
dry latrine listening to Jack Benny.

- Whoo!
- Come on, move it out.

Oh, please, God, please let
there be a subway near here.

Come on.

- Get your elbow outta my ass, asshole.
- Shit.

- Watch your damn gun.
- Hey, watch it.

Did I say stop? Who stopped this march?

Goddammit.

- Did you hear me call halt, Pinelli?
- No, sarge.

- But that looks like pretty deep water.
- No shit!

What does that mean? Selridge?

Well, it means that...
that looks like pretty deep water.

Selridge, you would need three promotions
to get to be an asshole.

Wykowski, how we gonna get
to the other side of that obstacle?

Well, either someone goes in
and sees how deep it is,...

..or we keep lookin' for
another place to cross.

That's smart. You must have been
in the First World War.

All right. We need a volunteer
to see just how deep that water is.

Jerome?

Yes, Sergeant?

- Pick a volunteer.
- Oh! No.

Why me?

Because you said "Let's surrender
so I can get some sleep."

I hear everything, everyone, Jerome.
Pick a volunteer.

- All right, me. I'll do it.
- You don't get off that easy, boy.

Pick a volunteer!

How about Epstein?

I guess you're gonna have
to whisper it to me again.

Wykowski.

You must like him. You pick him
for every shit detail, don't you?

You heard him, Wykowski. Into the water.

Those funny New York remarks
are making you real popular, Jerome.

Whoa!

Guess we have to find another way round.
Selridge, Carney, pull Wykowski out.

It was then I decided
I had to get out of the army.

I thought of shooting off a body part
I might not need, but I couldn"t find any.

- Right face.
- (laughter)

Platoon, left face.
Turn with the rest of "em.

- The guy hit me.
- Well, turn with the rest of "em.

Pick it up.

Right face.

- (laughter)
- Oh, come on. Quickly.

Pick up the gun! Do as you're told.
Turn with the rest of 'em.

Left shoulder arms! Right shoulder arms!
Left shoulder arms! Right shoulder arms!

(Costello) Why don't you
make up your mind?

(Abbott) Present arms!

(gunfire)

(Costello makes noises
over end theme tune)

(cheering, whistling)

It will be tough sledding again
for these Yanks.

But the men who smashed
into Salerno from the sea...

.. will take their next objective, too,
whatever it may be,...

- ..from Naples to Berlin.
- (cheering)

(# newsreel theme tune ends)

Anzio, Bataan, St-L�, lwo Jima.:

places they had never heard of,
known, nor cared about.

They went there and they died there.

And now they are home,
wrapped in their country's flag...

..and cloaked in their eternal greatness.

Names. Yes, Polish and lrish andJewish
and English names hallow this ground.

Names that make up
the great America they died for.

A terrible cost, but less, tragically less,
than what we must pay for final victory.

Time magazine estimates casualty rates

No shit! So outta the group sitting here,
how much is that?

Of the six of us here
about 4.3 of us would get it.

Oh, wow. Only 2.7 of us would live.

1.7, jerko.

Listen, if you knew that you were
one of the guys who wasn't coming back,...

..if you knew that right now, what would
you do with the last few days of your life?

It could be anything, any fantasy. I give
everybody five seconds to think about it.

I've thought of it.
I'd be one of the 1.7 comin' back!

- This is morbid.
- I like it. Let's play for money.

- For money?
- Five bucks a man.

- The guy with the best fantasy wins.
- That's nuts.

OK. All right. I'm in.

- OK. We need a judge.
- I'll be the judge.

- Why you?
- Because I thought of the game.

When it's my turn somebody else
judges me. Ante up, everybody.

- Come on, Arnold. Five bucks.
- I don't sell my fantasies.

(all groan)

Don't be like that, Arnold.

OK. Carney.

You're first.
You're gonna be dead. Killed in action.

What do you wanna do with
the last few days of your life?

- How much time do I have to do it in?
- A week.

- I need ten days.
- It's my game. You only get a week.

What are you gonna do with it, Danny?

OK.

- I'd sing at Radio City Music Hall.
- (laughter)

Five shows a day, my own spot.

In the audience are
5,000 screamin', gorgeous girls...

..and every one of 'em wants me.

And there's one man,
the president of Decca Records,...

..and he wants to give me a big contract.
I have to make a choice.

- Take the record contract. I would.
- Yeah, right, I take the record contract.

Hah! Moron!

He could've humped 5,000 girls and now
he's got a contract that ain't worth shit!

Wrong, because now I'm a big star
and everyone knows stars get all the girls.

Oh, yeah? How? You're dead!

Girls don't go out with dead record stars!

Bullshit, it's my fantasy!
I can do whatever I want with it.

- What's my score, Gene?
- You started off with an A minus,...

- ..but you ended up with a B.
- B! Better than I ever did in school.

- Selridge is next.
- OK, OK, here we go.

I make it with seven
of the richest women in the world,...

..and I'm so hot, each one of 'em
gives me a million bucks.

So at the end of the week I got
seven million bucks. Pretty good, huh?

- If you're dead, what d'you do with $ 7m?
- I told you. That's why I need ten days.

I need a weekend to spend the money.

Give up, suckers. I got you all beat!

Moronic. It's beyond moronic.
It's sub-moronic.

Yeah. Jerome, break their hearts
and tell 'em my score.

It lacks poetry. I give Selridge a B minus.

- (laughter)
- B minus! You give me a B minus?

This creep becomes a dead record star
and he gets a B. I want my money back!

Touch that money and you're dead!

I was kiddin'. You think I was serious?
I was kiddin'. Who's next?

- Hennesey.
- Me?

- No, I'm not ready yet.
- It's your turn.

- I'm not very good at things like this.
- Come on. Just say it.

- I can't think of anything.
- He can't think, so he's out, tough shit.

- Give him an F. Who's next?
- No, no, OK, OK.

- I'd spend it with my family.
- Oh! ls this guy serious?

- Asshole.
- Spend it with my family!

Come on. It's my last week.
I can do whatever I want, and I'd...

- Yeah, I'd like it to be with my family.
- OK, what're you givin' for that crap?

Well, it's not that interesting,
but at least it's honest.

- B+.
- OK! That's it!

This game is fixed.
I'm callin' the military police.

I get a B minus for screwin'
seven millionairesses?

And he gets a B+
for goin' home to his mother?!

I wanna change my answer.
I wanna visit the sick.

Will you knock it off, Selridge?
You had your turn.

- (man) See you in the morning.
- (bugle sounds the retreat)

As you were.
Lights out in five minutes, boys.

Better get your rest.

You never know what surprise
is comin' up tomorrow.

- OK. Wykowski, you're next.
- OK.

(laughter)

I always wanted to make it
with a world-famous woman.

Somebody that nobody could have in this
country but me, and be the only American.

Have you someone in mind?

Yeah, I got someone in mind.

- I think we're headin' for an A+.
- Who's the woman, Wykowski?

The Queen of England. Boom!

- The Queen of England! Ugh!
- Like makin' it with your grandmother!

- For a whole week?
- Maybe we'd stop for tea and crumpets.

Apes and gorillas.
I'm living with apes and gorillas.

- What's his score? Give him his score.
- Give the Earl of Meatloaf his score.

This is a tough one. I find it
completely unredeeming in every way,...

..morally, ethically and sexually.

But it's got style.

- A minus.
- A minus? You're sick, Jerome.

To the guy who humps
the mother of the British Empire?

- So I'm winning, right?
- Not yet. Two more to go.

Epstein's next. I wanna hear what
his last week on earth would be like.

Probably wants to take
an English exam at City College.

- (bugle)
- Hurry up. They're blowin' retreat.

Come on, Arnold. It's your last week
on earth. What's your secret desire?

I don't want to say it.
If I say it, it might not come true.

I know, he wants to pass gas. He wants
to bend over and blow up the whole world.

Will you give him a chance, please?
He has one.

What is it, Arnold? What's the last thing
you wanna do on this earth?

I would like to make
Sergeant Merwin J Toomey...

..do 200 push-ups
in front of this platoon.

That's good.

- I hate to admit it, but it's good.
- It's all right. 500 would've been better.

- I think it's terrific. A+.
- Oooh!

- A+! You're crazy. Now you can't win.
- I can still tie him.

All right, but if it's a tie,
all bets are off. Nobody wins.

Fair enough. Somebody else has
to judge me. Wykowski, pick a judge.

- OK, sure. I pick Selridge.
- I love it.

No matter what crap he says, he gets
an A+. You money is safe, boys.

Retreat means lights out, goddammit!

I've never had men
do push-ups in bed before.

I could start tonight!

- (Wykowski) Jerome, let's hear yours.
- All right.

OK.

I always wanted to get mine wiping out
an entire battalion of Japanese marines.

Forget the medals. What do you do
on your last week on earth?

I would lose my virginity,...

..win the Pulitzer prize for literature...

..and fall in love with the perfect girl.

Why not score a winning
touchdown for Notre Dame, too?

Give him his score
so's we can take our money back.

- I give him a C minus.
- What?!

Hey, I'm not gonna let him beat me
with that pissy story. I had somethin' hot.

I'm not giving A+ for falling in love.
Why doesn't he visit Hennesey's family?

Jesus, you're a moron!

Go look in the latrine
and see if you dropped your brain.

(Jerome whispers) Come on,
Arnold, you win. It's your money.

(Wykowski) It's always the Jews
who end up with the money. Right, Roy?

- Don't know. Never met one before now.
- They're easy to spot. There's one.

- There's another one.
- (laughing)

They slide the bacon under their toast,
so no one sees 'em eat it. Right, Jerome?

I'm not going to take that Jew crap
from you any more, Wykowski.

I know you can probably beat
the hell out of me, but I'm not...

- Sure. You'll take any shit from me.
- Hey, hey, sh.

- Come on, let's see how tough you are.
- Sh! Sh!

Wykowski, what difference
does it make what religion he is?

Epstein's the one
who's too good to take orders.

If he doesn't shape up, I'll bust his face
whether he's got a Jew nose or not!

(Toomey) Ten hut!

- What the hell's goin' on here?
- Nothing, Sergeant.

What do you mean "nothing", Hennesey?

I heard threats, challenges, invitation
of bustin' noses of minority races.

Hm.

- You still tellin' me nothing's goin' on?
- Yes, sir.

I see.

Pinelli,...

..Sweeney,...

..Davis, Polaski,...

..Woolridge, hit the floor.

Give me 100 push-ups. If I can't discipline
these boys, maybe the rest of you can!

- Count off!
- One, two, three, four,...

..five, six, seven, eight,...

..nine, ten...

Piece of shit!

Wykowski!

(men carry on counting)

Goddammit!

I really hated myself because I didn"t
stand up for Epstein, a fellowJew.

Maybe it was because
I was afraid of Wykowski,...

..or maybe it was because
Arnold sometimes sort of asked for it.

But since the guys
didn"t pick on me much,...

..I figured I'd stay neutral like Switzerland.

(man) Ready. Aim.

Fire!

(man) Cease fire! Cease fire!

- How'd I do, Sergeant?
- I can't tell. Your bullets aren't down.

This is pointless. I'll take prisoners,
but I won't shoot human beings.

Shut up, Arnold.
They'll paste the targets on our faces.

Helluva score, Wykowski.
Where'd you learn to shoot?

- Back home.
- Probably killed his whole family.

- What was that, Jerome?
- I was just admiring his skill.

Jesus.

- In some kind of trouble there, Jerome?
- It's not me, Sergeant. It's the gun.

Epstein, reassemble Jerome's weapon.

Jesus Christ!

Deep shit, Epstein.

How deep in the shit
would you say he was in, Jerome?

About up to here.

(bugle)

(men groaning)

Arnold Epstein always took
his punishment without complaint.

More and more I wanted to be his friend
because he never seemed to need one.

Could I have less shells
in my eggs this morning?

Thank you.

Whoo-hoo!

48-hour pass. I'm gonna eat spaghetti
with clam sauce for two days.

In Mississippi
they make spaghetti with cotton.

We are set, guys.
I got the address of a place.

Yeah, what kind of place?

You wouldn't like it, Hennesey.
They don't have families there.

- Son of a bitch!
- What's wrong?

Hey! Somebody broke into my footlocker
last night. They emptied my wallet.

They took my pay and every cent
I had in the world - 62 bucks.

Dirty bastard!

Well, how do know someone stole it?
Maybe you just lost it.

Cos I counted it before I hit the sack.
I was saving it for the big weekend.

Don't think I'm not wise to who did it. It
was Epstein. He wants to get back at me.

Maybe he's sore at you,
but he's not the kind that steals money.

Hey.

Who asked you, Hennesey, huh?
What are you?

What are you? One of those lrish Jews?

Huh? All I did was call him a couple of
names. Where I'm from we're all Polacks.

Dagos, niggers, sheenies -
that stuff doesn't mean crap to me.

You're a Mick. What do I care?

Yeah, half-Mick,...

..half-nigger.

- Whoa. You serious?
- Yeah.

My father's lrish.

My mother's Coloured.

- You can't be. They wouldn't let you in.
- I never told anybody.

Yeah, but I guessed it. See, it was
something I couldn't put my finger on,...

- ..but I knew something was wrong.
- Yeah. I'm Black-lrish.

That's as Coloured as I am, but now we
know how you think, don't we, 'Kowski?

Come here.

Hey! I'm layin' for you, Hennesey, OK?

After I get the bastard who
stole my money, I'll settle with you!

(man) Ten hut!

On the double! Toomey's here.

In the past 21 days you boys
have made some fine progress.

You're not fighting soldiers yet,...

..but I'd match you up against
some Nazi cocktail waitress any time.

That's why I recommended
this platoon receive a 48-hour pass.

But first we have
to clear up the mystery...

..of Wykowski's missing $ 62.

As I said - I hear, smell and know
everything that goes on in my barracks.

I am askin' the guilty party
to place $ 62 on this here footlocker...

..within the next 30 seconds.
I offer no lenience, no forgiveness,...

..no abstention from punishment.
What I do offer is honour.

I'm countin' down to 30.

It is at this time that heroes are made.

One,...

..two,...

..three,...

..four,...

..five,...

..six...

There's $ 62, if anyone cares to count it.

I don't think that'll be necessary,
Private Epstein.

Wykowski, pick up your money.

Listen, don't count it, boy.

Epstein.

Do you have anything to say?

No, Sergeant.

May I ask why
you decided to return the money?

I chose to.

You chose to?

Knowing full well that swift and just
punishment may be inflicted upon you...

..when and if this is reported
to the commanding officer.

I know it only too well.

Last night at 0100 hours
I wandered through this barracks.

I saw carelessness, complacency.

Wykowski's wallet lying
in an open footlocker, inviting...

..temptation and weakness.

I took your $ 62, Wykowski,
returned the empty wallet to its place.

I did it to teach you a lesson, instead...

..I got submarined.

Epstein, are you such
a goddamn ignorant fool...

..to take the blame for something
you were innocent of?

The army has its logic. I have my own.

Epstein, I'd like a word
with you in private.

The rest of you are on
48-hours' leave. Fall out!

Why? Just tell me why.

It's my job.

You listen to me,
you flyspeck on a mound of horseshit.

You're takin' me on, aren't ya?

I have a nutcracker that crunches
the testicles of men that take me on.

How do you think you can beat me?

I'm not trying to. I just don't think
it's necessary to dehumanise a man...

..in order to get him to perform.

You can get better results raising
our spirits than lowering our dignity.

This isn't Sunday school.
This isn't pass or fail.

This is death shit we're talkin' about.

Why in hell did you put back money
you knew you didn't take?

Because I knew you did. I saw you take it.

Inventing a crime that didn't exist
to enforce your theories of discipline...

..is Neanderthal in its conception.

You may be the first man to reach Berlin
cos I'm sending you in before everyone.

Men do not face enemy guns because
they've been treated with kindness.

I don't want them human.
I want them obedient!

I'm tryin' to save those boys' lives,
you crawlin' bookworm.

Stand in my way,...

..I'll pulverise ya into chicken droppings!

You know, I don't get you, Epstein.

- Why do a dumb-ass thing like that?
- What's the difference?

I knew he took the money
and I knew I'd end up cleaning latrines.

Thought I'd save everybody some time.

Yeah, well, uh,...

..anyway, I owe you one.

You stuck your neck out for us,
and I like to pay back my debts.

Hey, listen, it's not gonna come out again,
so take your chance while you got it.

Let's not be hypocritical.

I did what I did for me, not for you.

You know what? I'm not gonna make
any more Jew cracks at you, Epstein,...

..cos you are a shit-heel
no matter what you are!

Let's go, Roy.

Why is it that we come from the same
background but I can't understand you?

You're a witness.

You're always standing around
watching what's happening.

You're scribbling in your book
what other people do.

You have to get in the middle of it.

You have to take sides.

Make a contribution to the fight.

- What fight?
- Any fight.