Attack
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- 1956
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Fragile Fox, Fragile Fox. First squad.
First squad. Over to you, Lieutenant.
How about it, Ingersoll?
Gonna try for that pillbox?
We can give it a try, but we'll
need support if we get jammed.
They still got you pinned?
- Yes.
- Then we go ahead all the way.
But if we get pinned down, we'll need
Captain Cooney to get us outta there.
- Fragile Fox, over and out.
- Heroes. Glory hounds.
Got that, Captain? First squad from
my platoon, they're going all the way.
Are your men set to support 'em?
Give me a hand signal. Out.
Hher.
Lousy mortar.
They got Ingersoll's squad zeroed in.
They're pinned by machine-gun fire.
Now they're getting it with mortars.
Attack from your side,
take the heat off of Ingersoll.
Fragile Fox One, this is Two.
Let's get the lead out!
Over and out.
Cooney, where are you?
You said you'd back them up!
It's up to you, Cooney. Do you hear me?
Cooney, where are you?!
Fall back!
Cooney! Cooney!
I can't hold.
The machine gun's still got us pinned.
You said you'd back them up!
Come in, Cooney.
Cooney! Cooney! Cooney, over!
It's all over, Lieutenant.
Yeah, you're just wasting your battery.
That's all for today, fellas.
If you have a request, send it to me,
care of Armed Forces Radio Service.
Goodbye.
All right, all right, knock it off.
Come on.
Knock it off!
We've been waitin' around here for
two hours and you expect instant coffee.
Jackson, you ain't an orderly orderly.
And that jug is out of uniform.
It ain't wearing any rust.
- Fill it up. That oughta make it rusty.
- Very funny. Who's it for?
- Captain Cooney.
- Captain Cooney?
Every time Jackson runs an errand,
Cooney tips him a stripe.
- Hurry. He's expecting Colonel Bartlett.
- There's a parlay for ya.
When you salute them two,
you gotta apologise to your arm.
- What's with Cooney and the colonel?
- What's the hot dope?
- You got the inside pipe to Cooney.
- Spit it.
We get Christmas in Paris, or do I
climb the walls to get to my pin-ups?
- The captain never tells me anything.
- Baloney.
Jackson, you're a traitor.
Besides, I don't trust soldiers
Jackson! Jackson!
- His master's voice.
- Mother's calling.
- Coffee, Private?
- Why not?
I already got an ulcer.
Strong, ain't it?
- You called me, Captain?
- Yes, I called. Where are the forms?
- Which forms, sir?
- Which...?
The replacement forms.
They should be at Division today.
- Already sent them out, sir.
- Oh. OK.
Did you get the coffee?
Yes, sir.
Well, come on, come on!
The way they run this army...
Inefficiency, repetition.
Huh! I tell you, son, if I ran my business
back home the way they run this army,
I'd be bankrupt in a month.
- One month!
- Yes, sir.
It'd be a break for the taxpayers
if they'd let some...
let some businessmen
take over for a change.
It's an interesting idea, Captain.
Get that box of cigars out of my musette.
I want Clyde - Colonel Bartlett -
to feel like he was back home.
Like we was both back home.
Little ol' Riverview.
- Some cigars and a few ashtrays, too?
- Yeah, but nothing fancy.
We're just a couple of small-town
boys, the colonel and me. Understand?
We like our pleasures...
simple.
- Get a towel, Corporal.
- Yes, sir.
- John?
- Yes, sir?
Did you get those requisitions
approved for the winter underwear?
Wouldn't you know it, sir?
Only the top parts.
Great. Just great.
Hi, there, Woody boy.
You all set for the game?
- All ready.
- The colonel will be along...
Where is Costa?
- Joe? Hasn't he shown up?
- No!
He's been getting a little out of line
lately. He's unofficer-like.
I'm sure you're mistaken, Captain.
John, you told the lieutenant
he was expected, didn't you?
Yes, sir. I told him this morning.
Ten-hut!
- Carry on, gentlemen. Corporal.
- Hey! Hi.
Erskine, Woodruff. Is this all?
You in a mind to play three-handed?
Costa's been held up.
I'm gonna put a torch under him now.
You do that, son.
And tell him I said
Yes, sir.
Well, Clyde! Glad you could get over!
Sure... Where's that bourbon
you were talkin' about?
Comin' right up.
You, uh, care for a little branch water?
You don't want me
to rust my plumbing, do you?
Pittsburgh, mon pre faisait a.
Oh? Il tait forgeron?
- Costa, where are you?
- I'm in here, Harry!
Yeah. Fabriquer...
Harry, how do you say "railroad tracks"?
- All right.
Oh.
Harry, meet Monsieur Bouisse.
Monsieur Bouisse, Lieutenant Woodruff.
Enchant. Enchant.
- This is his shop. It's nice, huh?
- Yeah. Look, you know what time it is?
Know how old this shop is? 500 years.
- It's been in his family all that time.
- I know, George Washington slept here.
Look, Joe, the colonel's here.
If we don't talk to him now,
we might not get another chance.
So he's here.
- All right, Jackson, take off.
- Yes, sir.
Don't worry about
little ol' Erskine Cooney.
- Sit down.
- Yeah.
- Well? Did you bring the letter?
- The letter?
- From my father.
- No, I'm sorry, I forgot.
- I left it up at headquarters.
- Oh... Well, that's all right.
Just that... he hasn't written to me
very much lately, and...
The judge's been busy,
what with elections coming.
Oh, yeah. I guess so.
But I reckon he'd be proud
if he could see me now.
Sure. You're a company commander
in the US Infantry.
Well told, I am. And, uh...
- when my citation comes through...
- Oh, yes. The, uh, citation.
That'll make up for those times
I let him down. You know what I mean?
Oh, excuse me.
You know, I was thinking, Clyde.
Maybe I'll keep it a secret.
Then when I come home,
I'll walk right up to him,
I'll put my hand out for a shake,
and when he looks down...
- Huh?
- That's one way of doin' it.
That old man'll just about bust!
Yes, he will. And I aim
to get that citation for you.
But you're gonna have to be patient.
- Sure thing, Clyde.
- These things take time.
and I'll slip it through.
- You wanna know something?
- What?
We get back home...
calling you "Colonel". Huh?
Huh? What do you think?
I think I'd like that fine.
I'm hard put to recall a bona fide
colonel in our corner of the state.
Joe, I've got a plan for getting
Cooney out of the company.
A lost cause.
- What's to listen?
You know Bartlett has political ambitions.
Cooney's old man owns the machine.
QED, Erskine can do no wrong.
We got him for the duration.
Now you've got that off your chest, listen
to me for a second and shut up, will ya?
- Huh?
- Go ahead.
All right, now. I'll give it
to you plain and simple.
One is, at least a part of Bartlett's political
future depends on his war record, right?
Two:
Bartlett is no fool, right? Huh?- Yeah, right.
- OK.
Three is, Cooney is completely
unreliable and Bartlett knows it.
His next foul-up could be a big one.
Not 14 men, but something big.
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