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(# "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.