Adopting Terror Page #3

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The ones we have to shoot:

Hungarians, Trotsky's Bolsheviks...

For now, we're in an Allied country.

So, no misconduct, no brawling'

no drunkenness, no looting.

And the Armistice?

What about it?

Armistice isn't peace.

What's keeping you?

Berthelot's worked up! We can't let

the Brits open the ball alone!

Wait up!

Careful of the ladies.

Gallantry'

the French spirit - right!

But no familiarities.

Avoid those dark ones.

You fell for one, Fidli.

Like a ton of bricks, sir.

How I understand youth!

I myself once...

Beware the dark ones!

The women...

here.

Men, on right.

My report can break you, Sergeant!

Go on and report me!

Lt. Conan will fix it up.

But I'll fix you, buddy!

So the general says: Yes or no'

why are you on the stairs?

So I answer:
Oh, no, sir!

If our hours don't suit you'

dear colleague'

please let us know.

It'll be an honor

to conform to yours.

Town detail, sir!

Meals are also part of duty.

At the exact hour.

Yes, sir.

Three days, suspension!

Fidli will replace for you.

I need you elsewhere.

We need an advocate

for the next court martial sessions.

Someone who honors the battalion.

I appointed you.

I don't understand, sir.

I never studied law.

Your education will compensate.

In literature?

Look here!

Not that I belittle defense'

but I don't see the point.

Excuse me?

Either the guilt is patent

and you get so much...

or the guilt's unproven and you

get so much even so. On principle.

I don't understand, sir!

How can we accept that?

You sound like a chorus

of outraged virgins!

A little vocabulary, gentlemen...

What are imprisoned soldiers

called before trial?

- The accused.

- Exactly!

Thus, suspicion of guilt exists.

Suspicion is not conviction.

Poppycock!

In my experience'

the accused is never a good soldier.

He's just asking for it.

If not this time'

he was guilty a dozen other times.

- Not my idea of justice.

- No, wait.

I'll bet 1000 francs

against a trouser button

that not one of you - not one! -

can say he never came close

to being court-martialed.

Say you take 3 days'

extra leave... Desertion!

Or a bogus pass...

The unit seal traced on a copy.

Forged documents!

Correct me if I'm wrong...

5 to 10 years.

Still, sir...

10 years for fake leave?

When you asked

that artillery captain

if he'd trained in a straitjacket...

He was shelling our lines!

I lost 3 men!

Insulting a superior.

And on active duty...

5 to 10 years.

So, for the handful

of wronged innocents'

there are 100'000 guilty

who get away!

I couldn't agree more, sir.

Those shot as an example

deserve to be.

Sure! Shoot a few'

so the rest think twice!

We haven't the choice of arms.

A firing sguad is one.

Your men's knives, another.

No offense, sir...

but I recruited lots of my boys

from the brig.

I don't know many who'd go

where they've gone! Not many!

So?

Before making an example'

follow their example!

So you've gone over to the enemy?

How you talk!

There's no more enemy!

Don't believe it!

The enemy's changed, that's all.

No Bulgars, Turks or Boches now, OK'

but one false move and the brass

hats will fix your wagon good.

You heard the Major!

Even De Scve!

It's not our world, Norbert.

If you join their circus'

they'll eat you raw.

May I?

"Caillaux, Ren. 5th Fusiliers.

"Cited twice:

"Captured machine-gun...

Retrieved wounded sergeant..."

So what's the charge?

"Theft of gear."

Two blankets? Some prick

nailed him for two blankets!

He's the one they should shoot!

Funny, these thefts: All privates!

I saw colonels steal their stripes!

Never on the list!

Come in.

All of it?

Just half. Leave the pail.

I don't doss here now, Rouzic.

I found something in town.

My little Romanian tutor...

This is parguetry!

Maybe so.

- Where'd you get this?

- So long as it burns!

There's nothing to this!

A crock!

I've done 10 times worse.

And this colonial?

3 days to find his regiment...

Get the picture? A Bedouin

lost among the Gypsies!

At least he looked for his regiment.

The model student!

Memorize it all.

Shoulder to the wheel.

Brownnose!

Cut it out!

How are you as a teacher?

Good egg or scumbag?

Always trying to understand:

A good egg, for sure!

Well, there's no shame in that.

Ah, an officer!

Mr. Officer...

Mr. Principal... Anything wrong?

Wrong? Everything's wrong!

Your men fought

and smashed the furniture!

The dorm reeks of cooking!

I'll take care of it tomorrow.

You'd be advised to.

If I report it, this could...

And my advice is: Keep it

under your hat. No report, clear?

I understand.

But a whole side of pork

for your mess vanished.

And there's a smell upstairs...

grilled pig.

What's the game here?

I turn my back and you get

Fart-Face all riled!

You've got the brains of a slug!

Shut your trap, Grenais!

Fighting among yourselves?

Confined to guarters, sir.

We're bored!

Bored?

In a nice girl's school'

with God watching over you?

It may be nice...

Save your breath...

Pack your gear. On the double!

And pilfering the kitchen!

Why not? But cooking it

under the principal's nose?

- Pork's no good raw.

- Don't get smart!

I wanted the window fixed and

a side of pork by noon tomorrow.

Jump to it!

Faster! I'm running late!

You, shut up!

Parade in the yard in one minute!

Company, halt!

Punitive drill, Sergeant!

Punitive drill, sir. For rowdiness.

Fine, fine.

Regulation weight?

15 Ibs., sir. I even added

sand for good measure.

15 Ibs.!

Very well.

Good drilling, gentlemen.

It's really cold.

Company, halt!

Midnight leave! Dump packs!

The morons who started the brawl

can stand guard.

We'll have new billets

tomorrow night.

Have fun and stay out of trouble!

Shut up!

Retrieve packs at 11:50 pm!

Beuillard, you're in charge.

Make sure you look whacked out.

To the cathouse!

I'm not asking for the moon, doc.

Just put 'em in guarantine.

I have no room.

There are 50 of you.

I'll find the room.

You find the bug.

How about flu?

No! The Major

would laugh in my face.

Spanish flu! Extra-deadly...

Got anything better? Something

to give 'em a scare.

They won't be

patting you on the head with flu!

How about cholera?

Just what I need!

I'm looking for...

- This the military prison?

- Yes, sir. Annex 2.

Looks like a brothel.

That, too. In theory'

the ladies stay upstairs.

In theory.

There are twice too many.

We had no name list, sir.

We brought everyone out.

I'll see you each alone.

The others, outside.

Jump to it!

Fourrier, Raoul.

Why me?

So you stole...

No, no! Easy to say!

Try to understand. I'm not

your enemy. I'm here to defend you.

I have to know the whole truth.

You stole that sheep?

An exchange, sir! Paid in full.

A 5-franc piece'

2 packs of tobacco... and premium!

And a cooked hen.

The farmer claims

the hen was stolen, too.

But I paid him back!

And I mean:
Cooked!

Even the bones were cooked.

Anyway, the sheep

was no bigger than a puppy.

And there were 7 of us!

Why is it only me that cops it?

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