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but, boy, I'd hate to get stuck with it.

- You get into trouble, we'll back you up!

- I know, I got your word on it.

What do you want,

a contract or something?

All right, come on. Don't worry.

- You'll back me up, Harry?

- You want my word too?

Yeah.

All right, you've got it.

Maybe you'd like me to call in Jackson.

Maybe you'd like his word on it, too.

I want Jackson standing by to receive me.

And, Cooney... I'm gonna to give you

something to think about.

If I ever lose another man

on account of you,

just one,

you'll never see the States again.

That's court-martial talk, soldier.

I got a witness standing right here.

Let him hear me too, loud and clear,

so there won't be any misunderstanding.

You double-cross me

like you did Ingersoll, you...

You play the gutless wonder once more

and I'll come back and I'll get you.

I'll shove this grenade down your throat

and pull the pin.

Here he comes.

Let's go!

Let's go, boys.

All right, end of the line!

Here's where the turkey shoot begins!

How does it look?

I don't know, sir. It's hard to tell.

Hey, soldier,

how'd you like to get relieved?

- What, go down there?

- Sure.

Drop dead.

- It looks quiet.

- So does a graveyard.

That's right, Lieutenant.

You know, there's a cowboy movie

where one joker says

"Mighty quiet out there.

Too quiet," he says.

Same thing every time. It's too quiet.

It is too quiet.

Squad leaders. Medics.

That's an awful long haul, Lieutenant.

That's the farmhouse.

Whether we're running

into trouble or not, we don't know.

It's too far and too bare for crawling,

so it's gonna be a track meet.

Stay off of the road. It could be mined.

- Got it?

- We got it.

That's an awful distance

to run... sir.

We're gonna walk the first half.

- You'll give us the signal?

- That's right.

We'll take off in threes,

well spread, on signal.

Five-second intervals. That oughta

put us about 10, 12 yards apart.

No bunching up, no stopping,

not for anybody.

- Medics, are you ready?

- We're ready, Lieutenant.

We don't want you at the farmhouse.

Attend to casualties between here and...

Toliver and I lead off. And Willis...

- Who's got the radio?

- Right here, sir.

- What's your name, soldier?

- Abramowitz, sir.

You go with us, Abramowitz.

- Johnson, you're calling time.

- Sir.

Keep your eye on me.

If it gets too rugged, I'll signal you.

I don't want to put

the whole platoon in a wringer.

I do this, you hold up the rest of the men.

Yes, sir.

- All right, move out!

- First squad, move up!

- Move out in threes.

- Second squad, move up.

Come on, boys! Get out there! Let's go!

More, Abramowitz.

Five, four, three, two, and go!

Five, four, three, two, and go!

Five, four, three, two, and go!

Five, four, three, two...

and go!

Five, four, three, two, and go!

Five, four, three, two, and go!

Five, four, three, two, and go!

Five, four, three, two and go!

Five, four, three, two and go!

Five, four, three, two and go!

Five, four, three, two and go!

So far, so good.

If they're in there,

now's when they'll open up.

Yeah. We're too far out to go back now.

Let's go!

Medic!

No more, no more!

That's it.

Cellar.

Cellar.

Upstairs.

All clear.

I got a stitch.

Watch the town.

All clear out back. Is this it?

This all that made it?

Yeah.

I'm way out of condition.

Real bad shape. My wind's all shot.

You know what the cause is?

Too many cigarettes.

From now on, I'm gonna stay healthy.

- You're healthier than he is.

- That's for sure.

- You're lucky it wasn't uphill.

- He'd have never made it.

- Not with all the lead he's carrying.

- That's where I want the lead.

- Nowheres else.

- Maybe he's right.

Sergeant Kelly got it in the gut.

So did Lucas.

- They got Lucas?

- Yes, sir. I seen him fall.

A medic ran over to him.

How about the rest of Johnson's squad?

Liegert caught one in the throat.

It looked like...

Lucky five of us got here.

They really threw it at us.

It wasn't Wiener schnitzel, huh, Sarge?

A German cook can kill you just as quick.

Kelly. Lucas.

- You're sure about Liegert?

- Yes, sir.

I'm telling you, it's miraculous.

I don't know how I got here.

You know what it is?

It's a miracle, that's what.

- All right.

- Absolutely miraculous.

Sending one platoon in here like that.

Plain crazy, Lieutenant.

How could he ever

dream up one like that?

Settle down. Long as we stay here,

we ought to be OK. They won't rush us.

How do you know, sir?

- Keep watching that town!

- Yes, sir. But how do you know, sir?

I don't know.

But analyse it. We're boxed. They know it.

All they gotta do is wait till

we stick up our heads, and... pow.

- Just like plucking possum.

- So what do we do, sir?

We sit tight and wait

till the company attacks in strength.

Is that what Cooney said?

That he'd back us up?

That's what the man said.

Well? What do you think?

Relax. You got here.

That means anybody could do it.

Yeah, maybe.

Except Captain Cooney, huh?

Take it easy. You don't see

the lieutenant worrying, do you?

- Wanna know what I think?

- What do you think?

The only one who ain't worrying

is Abramowitz there.

Snowden? The hell with being healthy.

- Give me a cigarette.

- Shut up.

Fragile Fox Two to Fragile Fox One,

over to you.

Maybe he's too far, Lieutenant.

- Hey, Lieutenant!

- What?

- I thought I saw something.

- Where?

- On the road, just back of the steeple.

- What was it?

I don't know. A tank, a turret, something.

- I don't see anything.

- It pulled back.

- That's how it caught my eye.

- A truck?

- Yeah.

- Could very well have been a truck.

The way our luck's going,

it's gotta be a tank.

If they got tanks in there,

they'll nail us to the floor.

- You'd make great wall-to-wall carpeting.

- Shut up, both of you.

Did you spot him? Ricks, you see him?

No, sir.

Fragile Fox Two to Fragile Fox One.

In order to get a shot at Bernstein,

he would have to be...

Yeah, sure. See? The church steeple. That

sacrilegious son-of-a-gun is in the belfry.

How do you know that?

Only place he can angle a shot at you.

- Can you see him?

- Not now, I don't.

If you can't see him,

how can you get a shot at him?

Strategy, Bernstein.

You step out front and bring me in

what you see by the stoop.

- Out front?

- Move.

Fragile Fox Two to Fragile Fox One,

do you read me? Over.

Fragile Fox One,

I read you loud and clear.

Is that you, Jackson? Over.

Yes, sir, it's me. Hold on, Lieutenant.

I'll get somebody. Over.

Captain, it's Lieutenant Costa

on the radio, sir.

See what's doing, Woody boy.

Go on, see what he wants.

You know what he wants, Captain.

All right, bare a hand here!

Get these men in there. Take it easy.

- This is Harry. What's the score? Over.

- Where's Cooney? Over.

- Harry, the town is heavily occupied.

- Ask him if Berlin's occupied.

Tell him Cooney's

a southern-fried schlemiel.

What?

What? They caught us in the open

and they chopped us up. Over.

- You gonna rig a dummy to draw fire?

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