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She's doing her good deed for the day.

The entire company's standing on attention.

Are you patronising me, Sergeant?

I hope the next time we meet, there'll be some improvement in your manners.

So you're Prewitt, the hot welterweight?

Not me. I'm a bugler.

- What, are you kidding me? - Nope.

Come on. They told me you was a punchy.

I didn't transfer over here to box, Warden.

That'll make the company commander's day.

Let's go, soldier.

Prewitt, do us both a favour.

First chance you get, go over the hill.

There's a majority open. I want it, and I want it badly.

I've helped you with your work all I can.

I've gone to parties I've hated

because my part of the bargain was to play the Ioving wife.

But the one thing lwon‘t do for you is sleep with the general.

Now, you understand the house gets 70%?

Fifty-five.

- Sixty. - Deal.

I don't wanna see an ounce of quiver, Prewitt.

I think in a few days, we‘re gonna have ourselves a welterweight.

Begging your pardon, sir. I don't think you'll ever win this one.

Why did you come here, Sergeant?

I wanna go to bed with you.

All right.

Will you box for the honour of this company?

No, sir.

- Sergeant Doehm? - Yes, sir.

I now leave it up to you and the other members of the boxing squad

to personally convince Private Prewitt to change his mind.

Heavy drinking does not mix with respectable entertainment.

Mrs Kipfer, l swear on my mother,

your entertainment ain't got nothing to be ashamed of from us.

I get $5. More than the other girls.

I can handle it.

The boxing itself is unimportant.

What matters is that you, as an officer, may not allow even a suspicion

that an enlisted man made you back down.

Get up. You got to pull guard.

I just got off.

I know. If you was a boxer, you could avoid all this crud.

I love you, Milton.

I need you, baby.

Dress right. Freeze.

Steady. Steady!

Third man, back.

All right, third man, back. Back, back. Back!

Carry it back. Carry it back. Carry it back. Carry it back!

Steady. Steady!

All right, fourth man, back a little bit.

Carry it back, fifth man. Sixth man, back, back, back. Steady!

Ready? Cover.

- Come on, let's go! - Dress it up. Dress it up.

Ready? Right.

Right shoulder.

Forward, march.

Column, left.

Lefl,fightlefl,fight Iefi‚fightlefl.

Give it! Give it! Give it!

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

Lefl‚flghtlefl,fightlefl.

Two, three, four.

Two, three, four.

Two, three, four.

Two, three, four.

Two, three, four.

Platoon, halt!

Order, arms.

Left, face. At ease.

Private Prewitt.

How long have you been in this company?

Six weeks.

Six weeks having noncoms been trying to teach you rear march.

When are you gonna learn?

I think I do it pretty good.

You do it stinking. You do it stupid.

I’ve seen recruit yardbird foul-ups with their brains in their butt

do it better without even trying.

Now, I‘m warning you, Prewitt.

Shape up, or you're going to find yourself on extra duty.

Shut up, Maggio.

First squad, ten-hut.

Right, face.

Right shoulder, arm.

Forward, march.

To the rear. March.

To the rear. March.

To the rear. March! To the rear. March!

All right, remember what you‘ve been told.

Tear gas don't kill nobody.

So, anything goes wrong, don't panic.

All right, first squad, on your feet.

Button your collar buttons.

Take out your masks and put them on.

Keep telling myself, it can't smell any worse than Canarsie at low tide.

Don't worry about it. It's okay. Just relax and breathe normally.

All right. Clear your masks.

First squad, inside.

Come on, come on. Let‘s move.

Okay.

I want youse all to make a circle around me here.

Two Spaces apart.

Kowalski, can I have the canister?

Now, I want youse to go about in a normal manner.

Just milling about. Okay?

Here she comes.

You okay?

Come on, Maggio.

What do you call this now, huh?

You know you nearly started a riot in there?

- Men could've got trampled. - There's a hole in his tube.

A hole in the tube? Didn't you check your mask before you went in, Prewitt?

Where was you when they was giving out brains in Kentucky, huh?

- Hiding down the bottom of the coal mines? - That mask was okay when I went in.

What's that supposed to mean?

What do you think it's supposed to mean? Somebody punched a hole in that mask.

Are you making accusations?

I'd just like to know if Kowalski's got

anything in his pocket to punch holes with.

You watch your mouth, Bolshevik!

- You blow it out your birch bag, buddy. - Atten-hut.

What's going on, Sergeant?

Sir, the Bolshevik here has given us back talk, Captain.

What's the matter with you, Prewitt?

Don't you know better than to talk back to a non-commissioned officer?

Yes, sir. But I don't like being spit on, even by a non-commissioned officer.

Private Prewitt, you owe an apology to Sergeant Doehm and Corporal Kowalski.

Well?

Sir, I don't think I owe anybody an apology.

Whether you think so or not, you will apologise!

- Corporal Cheney. - Yes, sir.

Have this man roll a full field pack, extra boots, helmet.

You get a bicycle for yourself and hike him up the Kolekole Pass.

- When he comes back, bring him to me. - Yes, sir.

Let‘s go, Prewitt.

Hey, Top. What's this deal on Kolekole Pass?

Don‘t panic.

- Ten miles. Straight up. - Take out your masks. Put them on.

Prewitt.

Smoke?

Oh, come on. Don’t be mad at me.

Not mad.

I can do ten miles of standing on my head with two packs.

Well, we can turn back now. He'll never know.

He said the top of the pass. That's where I'm going.

What's the matter with you? You crazy? You must be crazy.

Pulling straight duty, a man that can play a bugle like you do.

I heard you play once. You played "Tape."

I swear l could've cried.

Look, if you don't play ball with them, they're going to put you in the stockade.

Let them.

Let them all go to hell but six. Save those six for pallbearers.

Well, Private Prewitt, you ready to apologise now?

No, sir. I‘m not, sir.

Take him up there again, Corporal.

Sergeant Warden, prepare court-martial papers.

Insubordination, refusing a direct order of an officer.

Yes, sir!

You want a summary or a special, sir?

Special. See what six months in the stockade teaches him.

Frankly, sir, Idon't think it'll teach him a thing.

I know these hard-headed hillbillies.

They‘d rather let us kill them than admit they're wrong.

I don't give a damn.

I know you don't give a damn, sir. And I think you're right.

This man ought to be taught a lesson once and for all.

It's a shame about the championship.

What about it?

Prewitt can't fight for us if he's in the stockade, can he?

Well, the boxing itself is not the most important thing, Sergeant.

I can't allow even a suspicion that an enlisted man made me back down.

- You understand that? - I understand it. Yes, sir.

The other thing we have to take into consideration here is how it might look.

What?

Well, you send Prewitt to the stockade over something as little as this,

it might look like you're doing it because you couldn't get him to back down.

Well, I can't let him get away with what he did.

That's right, sir.

What do you suggest?

What do you say we give him a real good stiff dose of company punishment?

All right.

Make it a double dose.

Yes, sir. If that's the way you think you want to handle it.

You keep grinning, Lewis,

and you're going to be without those stripes scrubbing this floor.

- Where's Prew? - Here, sit down.

He asked me to tell you he can't make it tonight.

- What? - They got him on company punishment.

What are you talking about? What did he do?

No. He didn't do nothing. It's, you know, the treatment.

- No‚ I don't know. - Angelo‚ how nice to see you.

Hello, Mrs Kipfer. How are you?

I'm fine. Just fine.

Just look around this room.

I mean, every sailor, soldier, marine on the island of Oahu's here,

and they're not getting the treatment tonight.

So why does he keep asking for it?

That's a good question. I don't know.

Maybe Prew's a little different than every other sailor or soldier.

Why does he have to be so different?

I ain't going to knock it. You don't cry over those guys, do you?

And I'm not going to cry over him either.

So, when do I get to see him?

Thursday night, for sure. It's payday.

Sure. Probany be giving him more treatment, huh?

No, they can't.

No duty on payday. Even the animals rest, okay?

Excuse me.

- You available? - No‚ I'm not.

Yes. Yes, I am. I absolutely am.

What's your name?

- What's the matter this time? - Same thing as last time.

Captain's favourite mess sergeant is drunk again.

You got to admit, he's consistent. Always passes out in the icebox.

- How long has it been going on this time? - He's been drunk all week.

- Why didn't you tell me? - 'Cause I thought it'd work out.

- Who the hell's running the mess hell? - New guy. Stark.

- Stark? - Yo?

Before you went to Fort Cam, weren‘t you with Holmes over at Bliss?

That‘s right.

Get that apron off and follow me.

Come on. Come on. Come on. I got a heavy date. Let‘s go.

The guys tell me you handled the mess over at Fort Cam.

- That's right. - Yeah, but did you really run it?

Yeah, the last guy I was under was just like Preem. I had to.

Sit down. The glasses are in the bottom drawer.

Menus and marketing?

I did everything but draw the pay and wear the stripes.

Ever since I come to this company,

I want to bust that rummy Preem out of the mess hell.

My problem is, he's one of Holmes's good old boys from Fort Bliss.

And you're a good old boy from Fort Bliss. I think I can sell you to Dynamite.

For what?

Preem's replacement.

Yeah. Don‘t worry about it.

I‘ll get you the stripes. You'll draw the pay.

All you got to do is keep your nase clean and get the job done.

The other cooks, they ain't going to like it.

I mean, taking over so fast.

The other cooks give you any Iip‚

keep your mouth shut and you bring it to me, I'll handle it.

What do you say?

Okay!

Sounds good to me.

So, how‘d you get along with Holmes over there?

Oh, I got along just fine with the captain.

Even better with his wife. She still around?

Yeah, sure. Why?

Ijust thought he might've got rid of her by now,

the way she was putting out for everybody at Bliss.

Is that right?

They said, half the enlisted men on the post.

Well, I don't pay no attention to them secondhand stories.

You hear it about every dame on every army post.

Oh, yeah?

Well, this ain't no secondhand story. At least, not the part I can tell you.

The way I see it, Top, a broad's a broad.

But a married woman messing around like that.

Yeah, well, that don't mean much to me.

I figure, someday I’ll get some of it myself.

Hey, I’ll drink to that.

No, you won‘t. I'm already late for my date.

And you've got a side of beef that needs to go in the refrigerator over there.

Yeah, sure, Top. Thanks.

If I was in New York, I'd be at the Stork Club.

- Oh, sure. - What do you mean, "Oh, sure"?

In civilian life, you had enough dough to go places like the Stork Club?

What, are you kidding me?

Listen, baby, I was a rackets guy. I had plenty of gold.

Lorene told me you worked in Gimbels' basement.

During the day, it was a front, but at night, muscle for the mob!

- Fellas, how's your night tonight? - Just great.

Hey, Paderewski! Want to give that poor piano a rest?

Hey, easy. Take it real easy, Maggio.

Plenty of guys come in tonight.

Everybody get drunk. Maybe that's pretty good, huh?

- That guy's busting my eardrum! - Hey‚ that guy busts more than eardrums.

You know who that is? That's Fatso Judson.

He's a stockade sergeant.

Oh, yeah? Well, the way he plays, he should play in jail.

In my old neighbourhood, they wouldn't let him be the organ grinder's monkey.

- I think I'll go tell him. - Oh‚ no. Sit down. Sit down, buddy.

Come on, Angelo. Tell me all about when you was a gangster.

- And what are you grinning at? - You‚ some gangster.

I bet your mother wanted you to be a priest.

How'd you know that?

Hey, goombah. I’m Italian too, remember?

All the Guinea mama's want the skinny kids to go into the church, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

They figure you're safe in the church, you skinny kids.

My mother used to say,

"Angelo, you ain't too handsome and you ain't too smart.

But you got a way to make people feel good. So, take the cloth."

Hey, you. You wanna see a genuine Italian family?

This here is my mother, and this is my sister, Anna, age 15.

Hold on, I got that wrong. This is my mother, and this is my sister.

Just my kind. Young and juicy.

You hit me.

I‘ll kill you.

Yeah? Come on.

- You little wop monkey. - Come on!

- I'm gonna kill you. - Come on.

I'm gonna kill you.

If you're gonna kill somebody, fat boy, come on, kill me.

Come on.

I’ll take the both of you on at the same time.

I got no quarrel with you, Warden.

You got a quarrel with me now, Fatso. This man's in my company.

You kill him, you create paperwork for me. Now come on, you want it, or don't you?

It‘s over, all right?

No fighting, no fighting. Please, please. No fighting, please. No fighting.

You, away. Get out of here. You, sit down. You a baby or something?

- You want me to lose my licence? - Come on.

I know your kind. You always wind up in the stockade sooner or later.

Just remember, when you get there, I‘ll be waiting.

- Oh, how you doing, Chief? - Okay, okay.

Yeah.

You wanna know something in strict confidence?

- I'm glad Warden stopped the fight. - No kidding.

That guy would‘ve killed me. Let me buy you a drink.

Good evening, sir.

lwas beginning to think you weren’t coming anymore.

Why is that? Am I that late?

I don‘t think the room clerk believed me

when I registered "Mr and Mrs H.L. Martin."

Ithink I blushed.

I guess I‘m just new at this sort of thing.

Yeah.

I guess you are, if you say so.

Relax. Here. Brought you a present.

A bottle. Gee, thanks. I'll drink it down all by myself.

Guess that wasn't very convincing, was it, Milt?

Mm-mmm.

You never see me when I‘m happy, do you?

I'm happy sometimes. Really.

I‘ll try to be happy for you.

Well, you don't have to drink for my sake.

I drink enough for the both of us.

What's the matter?

Matter? Nothing. Why?

Well, there‘s something wrong, isn't there?

There's nothing wrong.

- Milt. - Who said there was anything wrong?

Yeah, there is. Why don't you just tell me what it is?

You ever hear of a guy named Maylon Stark?

Yes. He was a cook in my husband's company at Fort Bliss.

Well, now he's a cook in your husband's company here in Schofield Barracks,

and I've been talking to him.

What did he have to say?

He said he made you.

- You didn‘t have to put it like that. - Yes, I did.

You could've given me a chance.

You know what he also said?

He also said you made it with half the guys in the post.

You Iouse. You damn self-satisfied, know-it-all Iouse.

- What are you doing? - Why should you care?

You don't want me. Well, I don't want you.

Did I say that? Huh? Did I say that?

Come on, give me an answer.

It's not true about all those other men on the post. That's a lie.

But it's true about Stark.

- You came to my bed a virgin, right? - Give me an answer. True or false?

- It‘s true. - How was it, huh? Did you like it?

- Was he as good as me, huh? - Oh!

- Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. - Hmm?

Don't hold your breath.

Don‘t bother.

No. Maybe I’ll tell you about it now.

I‘ll tell you about it right now,

and then you can take it back to the barracks with you.

Do you know what a hysterectomy is?

It's an operation to remove the uterus.

When they take it out,

they take out all the other parts that aren't useful anymore.

Your tubes, your ovaries, all of it.

They even take out your appendix. They throw that in free.

When they sew you up, the question is, "Are you useful anymore?"

Are you still a woman? Would anyone still wanna make love to you?

Would you like to know why I had to have a hysterectomy?

It's a common cause in young women, gonorrhea.

And how did I get gonorrhea? From being the whore of the regiment?

No. I got it from my husband,

Captain Dana Holmes of the United States Army.

We'd been married not quite three years.

I'd already had the baby, Dana's son and heir.

Wasn't that lucky?

Stark?

He was just a kid making a pass at an officer's wife,

the way kids do reckless things, to try to prove something.

Well, I had to try to prove something too.

I wasn't much more than a kid myself and I was already emptied out,

not a woman anymore.

I had to find out if anyone wanted me still.

It only happened once, and it hurt me physically, and I hated it,

and it never happened again until you.

That's all.

I'm finished...

and I’ll go.

No, you won‘t.

I don't want you to go.

Milt, you're crying?

I'm not crying.

You're crying.

Ijust don't want you to go, silly.

I want you to stay with me forever.

I don't wanna go. Iwanna stay with you.

Love you.

All right, pay call.

Let‘s button them collars and grab them dollars.

Eagle bites!

Hey, Prew! Wait for me!

Parrish, Private First Class.

- John T., 20609253. - 42.50, sir.

There's the two. Fifty.

- Don't drink it all up in one place. - No‚ sir.

Prewitt, Private.

Robert E. L., 32648130.

Thirty dollars, sir.

Let‘s see your hands. Turn them over.

- Fingernails can be cleaner. - Yes, sir.

Fix that tie before I send you back to the end of the line.

Yes, sir.

Thirty.

Maggie, Private.

- Angelo F., 23501154. - $30, sir.

- Twenty-five twenty, Prewitt. - Huh?

Hit me with that again.

Twenty-five twenty. Laundry, a buck 40. PX charge is 4.30.

Destruction of government property,

65 large-sized plates at 30 cents each, 19.50,

for a grand total of 25.20.

Prew!

- So, what you got left? - 4.80.

- I need 15 bucks, plus tere, to town. - How come 15?

I don't like seeing Lorene with other guys.

I want her for the whole night.

That's a very high-class attitude.

I'd help you out, but the loan sharks were standing in line for me.

Barer got a cent to my name.

Okay, so we fall back to our next prepared position,

which is Waikiki.

We got plenty of dough for car fare

and then a couple of drinks to steady your nerve3.

Nerve3? For what?

Didn’t I ever tell you about my friend, Hal?

Queen of Waikiki?

Might even have a friend for you.

- Forget it. - What's the matter?

You got something against Mahus?

No, I ain't got nothing against Mahus.

Ijust don't particularly like rolling them.

Who said anything about rolling her? Hey, goombah. trust me.

You want Lorene tonight or not?

Yeah.

Just had to get out of our clothes. It's so muggy tonight.

Oh, does my pareu startle you?

It's what I always wear at home. It's in the Hawaiian tradition, you know.

Did you tell Angelo that the champagne is domestic?

Shh, Tommy.

What? You're not serving me important champagne?

The audacity.

Yes, Saint Angelo of the champagne cocktail.

You know, I had to learn to make them just for him.

- Here you go, Prew. - Oh‚ it's hot. What about a drink, Tommy?

- Yeah, don't be so impatient. - He's a little savage.

Why have you stayed away so long?

You know, I think you only come to see me when you need money.

I was on extra duty all month.

Is that so, Prew?

Sure, yeah. They gave him the treatment.

Liars. You soldiers, you're all alike.

Fickled as tete. Ah, but come on, have another drink.

Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Prew? We’re all among friends here.

Yeah, why not?

Now, I know you dogfaces don't wear shorts.

If you're one of those, Hal could lend you some.

Oh, certainly.

It‘s okay. I‘ll keep the pants on.

Feel free to do or not do anything you'd like.

Hey, I‘m free. Watch me.

- You free, Prew? - Every man should be free.

Oh, horse feathers.

You're a 30-year man,

which is a stinking slave, but I'm free.

I'm free as the stinking wind until six o'clock tomorrow morning,

when I gotta stand stinking reveille.

Angelo, quiet. Be quiet, you'll wake my Iandlady. Please.

How are you, Iandlady? You like that?

Angelo, I don't think I have ever seen you this drunk.

Hell with you too. Where's my drink?

What's the matter, Angelo?

You're embarrassed because your friend is here?

I'm embarrassed...

'cause my friend is a 30-year man who loves the army.

I hate the army. Boy, do I hate the army.

Oh, boy, am I drunk.

All right, Angelo, come on, Iet's have another drink.

- Where are you going now? Come on. - Going for a stinking walk.

Get some stinking air.

I'm going to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel

to see Betty Grable, that's what I'm doing.

Come on, Angelo. Come on, you can't go out there like that.

- No‚ no, you-- - Angelo, come on.

You can't go out. Please.

I hate the army.

Dear God, do you know what will happen if he gets picked up half naked like that?

He'll bring the police back here.

They know us. They'll make a case out of this.

I’ll lose myjob.

- That's a shame. - Please, go after him.

Please, take him back to the post before he gets us into terrible trouble.

Ain‘t got no money for cab.

Okay, Prewitt, okay. Let‘s put this shirt on, okay? Come on.

Attaboy. There you go. Button it up. Here's your tie.

Yeah. And I'll get Angelo's stuff all together,

and you can take it back with him, okay?

Here's five.

It‘s too late for the buses.

We‘ve got to take a cab all the way into town.

Here's ten then.

No, don't you see?

The Schofield Barracks cabs stop running this late.

I mean, we’ve gotta take a private cab all the way in.

All right, here’s $20.

No, I can't take it. It‘s just not right. No.

Listen, I’ll get him home, all right? I will.

Prew, here, take this. Come on. Come on, here.

Now look, here‘s 20 bucks and 20 more, that's 40 bucks.

That's all the cash we got, okay?

Now go and stop him before he gets into trouble, okay? Come on.

And please, hurry.

Everything will be okay, okay?

Oh, God. Hey, Angelo. Hey.

- Hiya, Prew. - Where'd you get the trunks?

I found them on the beach, so I went for a swim.

- Come on. - What?

- Let's go. - Where we going?

Get you out of them wet clothes and get you in some dry ones

- before the MPS come. - MP3? MP3?

MPS! Here we are, MPS! Come and get us.

- Shut up, jerk. - Okay. Okay. Okay.

See?

Look to me, Prew. I'm a poor, dead soldier.

Send a medal home for Mom, and maybe she can hack it.

- All right. - Where we going?

Okay, come on. Come on.

Okay, now, get the trunks off. Get the trunks off.

Get ‘em off.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Okay? - Oh, that's terrific.

Now they're in the middle of the walk

and the first MPS to see 'em are gonna come looking.

- Look, will you put the pants on? - I'm sick of MPS.

- Angelo, put the pants on, please. - I'm sick of being scared all the time.

Okay. Okay.

I'm scared to blow my nase. The MP'S gonna catch me.

I’ll ditch the trunks. I‘ll ditch the trunks, okay?

Will you stay here if I go? Just stay here.

Okay? Put your dry clothes on, and just stay here and I'll be right back.

- Now, don't move. Don't move. - I won't move.

I won't move.

I'm sick of being scared.

And I'm gonna tell them. I'm gonna tell them!

As soon as I get my stinking clothes on, I'm gonna tell them.

Hey, Angelo. Hey, buddy.

Buddy, where are you?

- Angelo? - Hey‚ you! Hold it up there, soldier.

You hold yourself up. I resign from your stinking--

Pursuant to the Articles of War enacted by the Congress,

this court, in closed session and by secret ballot,

two-thirds of the members concurring,

find you guilty of all charges and specifications.

You're sentenced to serve six months confinement at hard labour

and to forfeit one half of your pay for a like period.

Prisoner, halt.

Left, face.

Prisoner, halt.

Hello, tough monkey.

You didn't make me wait very long.

What is it, Prewitt?

Can you get me in the stockade to see Maggio?

What do you wanna see him for?

I got $40 I figure belongs to him. And a carton of tailor-mades.

Let me ask you a question.

You got sense enough to smoke them yourself?

Next question, why waste your sympathy? I got no sympathy for a foul-up like that.

Yeah, but you‘re hard. Everybody knows that.

I got sympathy for every living creature.

I even got sympathy for a worm

if it tries to crawl away, so they don't get hooked on 3 fish hook.

I ain't got no sympathy for a guy who asks for a hook.

How about a man who don‘t wanna be a worm?

Each prisoner in the stockade is issued, per day,

one pack of Duke's Tobacco Mixture, a packet of papers, and a book of matches.

He ain't got no use for money, ain't got no use for tailor-mades.

And if you had the brains of a worm, you‘d take that $40,

and you'd go to town on that little thing down at Mrs Kipfer's.

A worm don't need a pass to get off this post.

Maybe if you went back down, got cleaned up,

by the time you got back here, there might be a pass for you.

Captain Holmes ain't gonna sign no pass for me.

He signs whatever l put in front of him. I don‘t take no tips. Here.

I'm glad to see you.

Ididn't think you‘d come around here anymore.

- Why? - Tired of me.

Tired of a lot of things, but I'm not tired of you, Lorene.

I wanna spend the night with you.

—You mean that? - Yeah. Here's the money.

We won‘t stay here. I‘ll take you to my apartment.

Just let me give Mrs Kipfer her cut. Okay?

Hey, how many other guys you take to your apartment?

None.Even

Then why do you wanna take me?

Maybe I love you.

Maybe I love you too. So, why don't we get married?

Never let me hear you say that again. Never bring that subject up again ever.

I was only kidding. Okay?

Milt, Iet's go.

I don't know those guys, do you?

No, I don't, but I‘m afraid to look. Please, let's go.

Relax.

Relax. Nobody's gonna recognise you. Here, have a drink and calm down.

I‘m very calm, Milt. It‘s just something we have to face up to.

I don't wanna go through this anymore. I can't do it. It makes me feel cheap.

Why?

Because that's the way I was brought up. I don't know, that's the way I feel.

- So, what‘re we gonna do about it? - I don’t know.

The obvious thing, stop seeing each other.

Maybe that would be the best thing.

You don't want that any more than I do.

What else is there?

What else?

You could leave him. You could leave Captain Holmes.

That's what else.

And then?

Then what?

You're free, white and over 21, then you can do whatever you wanna do.

No more sneaking around, no more feeling cheap.

You don't feel cheap suggesting that?

No. Why?

Because I‘m a woman with a nine-year-old son.

And if I'm not married to the man I‘m living with,

what does that make me?

Makes you a person, a free person.

Look, it's just another step up the Iadder.

What about you?

Are you interested in taking some steps up the Iadder?

Me? What kind of steps?

You could apply to be an officer.

You'd get your bars practically overnight.

Even Dana says you're exactly what they want.

Nah, nah, I’ve already been over all of that.

- Well, have you ever considered applying? - No‚ I'm not interested.

I hate officers.

I told you, they're nothing but a bunch ofjerks

who play golf, ride horses...

strangle on their own spit.

If you weren't there to swab out their throats.

Exactly. That's right.

Look, I‘d make a Iousy officer.

You would make a fine officer.

You'd be what they're all pretending to be.

And then, if you wanted, I would leave Dana,

and we could get married.

Wow, I never figured you for such a snob.

What do you mean? If I am, it's not because I wanna be.

Just an enlisted man isn't good enough to be in your bed, huh?

That's not fair.

Unless, of course, the Iady's out for a little sport.

Won't you even try to understand? I love you. That's what this is all about.

I love you and I want to live with you. But I can't live with an enlisted man.

Why can't you?

Because I can't change who I am and how I was brought up.

- You mean you'd be ashamed. - Yes.

All right, I understand that. I understand.

You couldn't stand it either, Milt, being ashamed. I know you.

That's right, I couldn't.

You drive.

Whisky and beer, beer and whisky.

That's all 3 dogface soldier knows about drinking.

This ain't bad at all. What'd you call it again?

A dry martini.

I’ve heard of them. I ain't never had one.

I heard of nice porches like this too.

I ain't never sat on one.

Isn't it a beautiful view?

I rented this place just to remind me while I‘m in this business.

Why are you in this business?

I'm a volunteer. Like you.

Not a 30-year man.

No way.

Just one hitch.

Save my money, and then go home with a bundle.

I was a cashier in a cafeteria in Portland.

My boyfriend wanted to get married.

So, he found himselfa proper girl,

after sleeping with me for two years.

l decided right then and there that I was gonna get myself proper too.

So, I made the arrangement to meet this big-time pimp,

and, you know, worked on him, and...

To show me all the right people and the right places,

and all the big money.

Someday, I‘m gonna take all that money...

and I'm gonna go home and I'm gonna live with my mama,

who thinks I'm a highly paid secretary.

Until the proper man, with the proper position,

makes me his proper wife to raise his proper kids.

Then I'll be happy.

I love you, Lorene.

That's good, Bobby. It makes it really nice for tonight.

I'm not just talking about tonight.

I said I was kidding before where I wasn't.

I wanna marry you, Lorene.

I told you never to mention that again.

I don't understand why we just can't talk about it, Lorene.

Lorene, Lorene. That's a name the pimp gave me.

Alma Schmidt. That's who I am. That's who I wanna be. Alma Schmidt!

Alma! That's my name!

Okay. Alma's a nice name too.

You're so sweet.

I love you. Ithink I love you.

But I could never marry you.

See, Prew, the man I marry has to have such a social position that...

nobody would ever think that his wife was a whore.

That's not a dogface enlisted soldier in the US Army, is it?

Sure as hell ain't.

Oh, Prew.

- Halt! Who goes there? - Prewitt.

Then stand and be recognised.

Be careful of my gun. It‘s loaded.

So are you.

Ha. Come on, step into my office.

Come on, step in. Sit down.

Have a drink.

What do you always want to be a foul-up for?

I don't know. I guess I was just born that way.

Horse pucky.

You ain't no Bolshevik. What you are is a hardhead.

What's a hardhead?

A hardhead is a guy who thinks that if dumb, stupid jocks

can do what they think is right,

then he‘s gotta do what he thinks is right.

At least they figure they gain stripes for what they're doing.

You figure it'll lose the skin off your bleeding butt.

But you do it anyway, huh?

I couldn't have said it better myself.

You couldn't have said it at all.

Ain‘t this a hell of a world, kid?

Here we are, the two of us sitting here in the middle of the road.

What's going to happen to us if a truck comes along and runs us over?

We'd be dead, wouldn't we?

Nobody'd care.

There'll be nobody to mourn us.

Hey. Here, here, get up and get over to the side of the road there.

- Come on, get on over there. - No.

What about you?

If your life's important, you get up.

Get up and get over there.

You get up and get over there!

Hey, kid. Hey.

When I die, will you play "Taps" for me like you did at Arlington?

You bet I will.

You know something, kid? You‘re the best soldier in this outfit.

Hell, you're the only soldier in this outfit.

Then we're both gonna die.

Because Prewitt never deserted a friend in need.

I don't think I could get up anyway.

There you go.

Save the blindfolds to wipe your noses with,

you dirty sons of--

Damien!

Judas H. Priest! You crazy, dumb screwballs!

Right in the middle of the road. I could've killed both of you guys.

Keep them backs down!

How many times did I tell you,

pick them up in combat and get them shot off!

All right, Prewitt, crawl in straight line.

This is training exercise, not a dancing lesson.

Straight line.

Crawl in straight line!

Harder, Prewitt. Fester!

You don't understand English? Fester!

This is training exercise, not a vacation.

You're stepping on my hand, Kowalski.

Get off my hand, Kowalski. I'm not going to ask you again.

- I'm going to bust you up to garbage. - Take your stripes off!

Take your stripes off!

Sure, I take off. I don't need stripes for him!

Come on, Prewitt, another strike. Come on, come on. Get him.

Come on. Show him what you're made of, Prewitt. Come on!

Get up, Prewitt. Come on, get up.

- Get up, Prewitt. - You can do it.

- Come on. - You can do it, Prewitt.

- Come on, Prewitt, show him what you got. - Come on, give a hit, give a hit.

Take him out, take him out.

- Come on, Prew. - Come on, Prewitt.

Come on, Prewitt.

Come on, Prewitt.

What are you doing?

Get up, Prewitt.

Come on, give him a chance. Let him up.

Come on, Prewitt. Go for it.

Get up, Prewitt. Get up!

Ten-hut.

- Make way, make way. At ease. - Make way.

What's going on here, Corporal?

Sir, that Bolshevik threw punch at noncom,

so I taught him good lesson.

Who threw the first punch?

Idid, sir.

- You did? - Yes, sir.

Sergeant Warden!

Did you want a summary or a special, Captain?

Should be a general court-martial,

for striking a non-commissioned officer during the performance of duty.

The special is a lot less complicated.

Yes, sir. Is that the complete charge, sir?

Add insubordination, disobeying a direct order.

Yes, sir. Was it your intention to leave out conduct unbecoming, sir?

Put that in too.

I think there's something I should tell you, sir.

Not this time, Sergeant.

No, I‘m serious, Captain.

What the men in the platoon have been saying.

They say that Kowalski stepped on Prewitt's hand.

Now that could be provocation, couldn't it?

Let his defence counsel bring up that argument.

I expected you to bring up the boxing championships again.

No, no, sir. I‘m sure you're going to give that plenty of thought.

Well, you're wrong on that count.

Couldn't care less about boxing or any other regimental athletics.

Want to know why? I'll tell you why.

First of the month, I leave company and go to Division.

As a major.

- Oh, that's great! Congratulations, sir. - Thank you.

Orders are already cut.

So nothing around here concerns me anymore.

Well, then why should we bother to court-martial this man?

He's been asking for it.

Captain, when‘d you find out you were going to Division?

General Slater told me exactly a week ago.

A whole week?

Then why the hell didn‘t you call off the treatment?

Never occurred to me.

Commanding officer has a lot of important things on his mind.

You're going to find that out when you become an officer.

One, two, three, four. Two, three, four. Top down.

I can hardly wait.

He said brush and clean your teeth.

Appreciated.

And your dress-up. It‘s for your appointment.

And some butts too.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

They set the date for my trial yet?

Yeah, Monday.

Figures I get six months, right?

Throw me that.

I figure you'll get three.

I’ve been talking to your defence officer.

He tells me you didn't mention anything about Kowalski stepping on your hand.

- That's right. - Well, why the hell not?

Wouldn't make no difference.

I’ve been heading for the stockade ever since I told Holmes I wouldn't box.

So let him get it over with.

Sounds to me like you want to go to the stockade.

Why would anybody want to go there?

Well, it's your party.

Hey, Warden. Do me a favour?

Any time, kid.

Go see Lorene, tell her why I can't make it.

Why don't you write her a letter and tell her?

Every time I go near a dame, she wants to climb all over me.

They're wearing me out. I'm getting tired of it.

Okay. Then call up Mrs Kipfer and talk to her on the phone.

Okay. But the minute she hears the sound of my voice, she's going to go nuts,

come charging through the phone, climb on my bones.

And I'm telling you, I don't think I have the will power to say no.

Just tell her everything's going to be okay because they can't kill me.

Ha! The hell they can.

They can kill you, kid. But they can't eat you, right?

You got it, Top.

"Applicant for commissioned officer."

Warden. ..

Milton A.

"Present grade."

First sergeant.

”Army serial number."

17844602.

"Married or single?"

Married.

Sergeant Warden here. Yeah.

What time?

Okay. Yeah, I'll be there. I'll be there.

So long.

Married. You wanna be married?

- Hello, Sergeant. - How are you?

I was waiting for my husband. Do you think he'll be here soon?

No, I think he'll be at regiment for quite a while.

Where are you off to in such a hurry, Sergeant?

Actually, I‘m off to regiment. I'd appreciate a litt.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

What's at regiment that's so important?

Prewitt's court-martial. They're going to give the verdict.

Who's Prewitt?

Robert E. Lee Prewitt.

If you‘re a good girl, maybe I‘ll tell you about him someday.

Are you at all aware how many times I've driven over to the quad later

looking for my husband when I knew for sure he wouldn't be there?

I'm aware of some.

And it doesn't mean anything to you?

It means more than you think.

What should I think?

I applied for a commission.

—You didn't. - I just said I did.

When?

On Friday. The shock hasn‘t hit me yet.

Oh, Milt. I’ll try to make you so glad.

You better.

Pursuant to the Articles of War enacted by the Congress,

this court, in closed session and by secret ballot,

two-thirds of the members concurring,

find you guilty of all charges and specifications.

You will serve three months confinement at hard labour,

and forfeit one half of your pay for a like period.

They can kill you, kid. But they can't eat you, right?

This way, Mac.

Stop here.

Read that. Believe it or not.

He said read it.

- I'm reading it. - Out Ioud. So we know you are.

“John Dillinger.

The first place where former public enemy number one, John Dillinger,

ever served time in prison, was in the post stockade

at Schofield Barracks, in the territory of Hawaii,

said to be the toughest jail in the US Army.

It was so tough that Dillinger, when released...

swore to have vengeance upon the whole United States someday.

Even if it killed him, which it did."

Every new man comes in here reads that. Major Thompson's orders.

The major says you can tell just how a man's gonna do in here

by the way he reacts to this.

Well, I read it.

Let‘s go. From now on, you're marching at attention.

Forward, march.

Prisoner, halt.

Left, face.

Come in.

Well... I see you come from Harlan, Kentucky.

You don't look husky enough for a coal miner.

I‘m not a coal miner. I never was a... coal miner, sir.

That's better. You don't want to get off on the wrong foot, do you?

No, sir.

You see, we feel you‘re here because you lost your basic desire to soldier.

We're gonna give that back to you.

We owe that much to the American taxpayers, don‘t we?

Yes, sir.

By the time you leave here,

you'll choose soldiering over not soldiering for one simple reason:

you won't wanna come back here.

You'd be willing to do anything not to get sent back to the stockade,

even die.

- Are you following me? - Yes, sir.

Now our methods may seem a little harsh to you,

but the most efficient way to teach a man to do the right thing

is to make it painful for him when he does the wrong thing.

It's the same with any other animal.

Same if you train yourself a bird dog, if you get what I mean.

- Yes, sir. I do. - Good.

Now, in my absence, my second-of-command takes over.

That's Staff Sergeant Judson here.

We have a few special rules here.

For instance, in the presence of a superior,

prisoners move only on command.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

Very good.

I think you'll make a model prisoner.

I hope so, sir.

And that word, "prisoner," is your only title while in this stockade.

You don't have the right to be called "soldier" in here.

Yes, sir.

You'll be informed of the other rules.

Repeated infractions draws solitary confinement.

- Any questions? - No‚ sir.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

Prisoners do not salute.

Only soldiers have the right to the mutual compliment of the salute.

Yes, sir.

Prisoner, right face.

Forward, march.

How many jolts I give you in there? Four?

Yeah, four.

Four's good. I’ve seen them get ten, 12, first time in the major's office.

I seen some go completely to pieces and have to be carried out.

Hell, you done exceptional.

Makes me feel warm all over.

- Fire in the hole! - Let's go!

- Move it! - Come here! Come on!

- Hey‚ move that truck! - Get out of there!

All right, come on in here now.

You take a pick. You take a hammer.

You take a pick. I said take a pick!

Take a hammer.

You take a pick. You take a hammer.

Come on! Go!

Now thems of you that got the pick, I want you to pick.

And thems of you that got the hammer, you hammer!

Okay?

Now move on up there now. Come on, let's go!

Moving like a bunch of sick cows.

The only sound I wanna be hearing is the sound of them rocks singing.

Come on, Iet's go! Get moving.

And I want you kinda to spread around, you see.

Angelo.

Hey.

Hello, you dirty, Iousy, no-good bum. How the hell are you?

My back hurts.

Telling me? For the first two weeks,

every time I went to the Iatrine, I thought, for sure.

Boy, it sure is good seeing your face, even if it's the ugliest one I ever saw.

You're looking good yourself. What I can see through all that dirt.

Hey, Maggio! What are you, bucking for the hole again, boy?

- No, sir! - Come on!

You cut out that socialising now, and you get back to work!

Yes, sir!

What did you say, boy?

Working, sir!

80 the wheelbarrows down here, line them up.

Make like you're working. Not too hard.

He won't come up to check. He don't want to get his uniform dirty.

Line them up over here, I said!

So I heard you beat the hell out of Sergeant Doehm. Terrific.

It was Kowalski, and I didn't exactly beat the hell out of him.

What? I heard it was Doehm.

You sure it wasn't Doehm?

Why would I tell you it was Kowalski if it was Doehm?

How do I know? Maybe you got your reasons.

Come on, now. Move those picks.

Come on. Up! Up! Up! Over here, now. Over here. That's it.

Hey. Don't pay no attention to me.

Sometimes I think I got one jolt in the head too many from old Fatso.

I don't suppose he lets you take yourjackets off up here, huh?

Oh, no. Not a chance.

Not the hat either. Hate the hat worse than I hate the jacket.

That'll be over pretty soon too. The hat and the fat.

Sure.

You‘ve done half your time. What do you got left?

Three months, same as me?

Oh, no, no. Be over a lot sooner than that.

See, I got a plan.

Never mind.

Too many stools around here.

Where?

How do I know?

They got stools and finks spying all over the joint.

Maybe sometime I'll tell you about my plan.

But right now... I ain't taking no chances.

Come on, move it! This is no party here.

You're here to do work now. Come on, let's go!

Hey. Hey, Angelo.

Listen, whatever you're thinking, why bother, huh?

You can do three more months.

What's three months to a tough guy like you, huh?

You could do three months

standing on your head and holding your breath, right?

Macy's window on Saturday at high noon.

That's my old buddy.

Only one reason I might not be able to hold out.

These hats. These goddamn hats.

l wouldn't use them to wipe the paddock floor at Jamaica Racetrack.

Nobody knows how much I hate these stinking hats.

Hey, Maggio! You gonna work or not?

Yes, sir! Working, sir!

Let‘s go! Come on, knock that down.

Knock it down! Knock it down!

Prisoners, ten-hut! Barracks three, ready for inspection.

Soap dish out of line. One demerit.

Tee out of line. One demerit.

Wrap it up, prisoner.

Dust...

Clothing out of line.

Three demerits.

All right, suck it in!

Be at attention!

Be at attention, prisoner. Means the eyes too.

Somebody help Murdock up.

Easy.

Murdock, don't let that blood stein the floor.

At ease. Rest.

Oh, absolutely.

Yeah. Come on.

- Get in the shower. I’ll be right back. - All right. All right.

Angelo?

Hey, man.

Isthatyou?

What's the matter?

You don't recognise the classic Italian features of Angelo Maggio?

Me neither.

You been in the hole again, ain't you?

I ain't been here hardly a month,

and you’ve managed to get yourself thrown in the hole two times.

How many times is it altogether, huh? Five?

Six.

Wanna know why?

My shelf didn’t pass Monday inspection.

The soap dish was not in the geometric centre of the wash-cloth.

They didn‘t throw you in the hole for that.

That, and telling Sergeant Fatso he's a load of what else they reise

on chicken farms besides chicken and eggs.

You stupid wop. Hey.

I ain't gonna take it much longer.

I was thinking in the hole what I could do, you know?

One thing I thought of was kill myself.

But I can't. I was raised Catholic.

I tell you, whoever made up that rule sure didn't know about this place.

Angelo, hey.

Wouldn‘t it be a lot easier just to button up your big mouth...

and fix your Iousy shelf, and stay out of trouble for a Iousy two more months?

Can't do nothing to suit them. Who am I, Leonardo da Vinci?

I should know the exact stinking centre of a stinking wash-cloth?

- I do it. - Sure, you do it!

You're a good soldier!

You‘re so good that even in this stinking army stockade,

you still love the army.

Angelo, look, I made up my mind about something.

I wanna get put into your barracks.

No, you don't. No, you don‘t.

Barracks two is the bad apples. The incorrigibles.

Well, if it means you drop to the top of this field, right?

You mean you wanna be my wet nurse?

No, it's not what I mean.

There's a lot of finks in my barracks, that's all.

Hey, your buddies, they can tell me how to get changed over, right?

Oh, I don't know, paisan. It ain't that easy.

We're the creme de la creme. The foul-ups' foul-up.

Look, we'll talk about it on the rock pile.

Okay.

Hey.

Now, once we’re in the same barracks,

you can help me pull off my plan.

I'm still gonna bust out of here.

I’ve just been waiting for the right time.