Battle of the Bulge Page #3

There's lots of broads there.

- French perfume.

- Champagne.

That's gonna bring me 30 bills a bottle

where we're going.

Because there's nothing,

nothing too good for our boys.

- Yeah. What's in here?

- That's the mail.

Are you gonna charge them

something for that too?

- No, they wouldn't sit still for that.

- Just kidding, sarge. Just kidding.

No. When you get these thoughts,

tell me anyway...

...because one thing I'm not

going back home again is poor.

Keep thinking, kid. Very nice.

Germans?

This is the up-front front.

Wide awake bunch of boys.

- Don't you people ever post a sentry?

- I'm sorry, sir. I came in for a second.

What's the matter?

Close the pneumonia hole.

- What were you born in, a barn?

- Oh, sorry, sir.

We didn't know it was you.

- Major Wolenski?

- He's over there, sir.

Hello, colonel. I wasn't expecting a visit

or I'd have had my men smarten up.

How are you?

Hot coffee for the colonel.

Come over and get warm.

You run a pretty loose outfit here.

That radio's been yakking between

Christmas carols we're all going home.

Here, sit down.

It's tough keeping discipline

when the only action...

...is sitting on your butt

to keep warm.

What are the Germans doing?

Same damn thing,

except they don't have any heat.

They gotta exercise

to keep from freezing.

Well, I got a little exercise

for your boys.

I wanna patrol tonight,

try to pick up some prisoners.

Well, there they are.

- Hey, sarge, put those blankets back.

- Come on, shut the window.

What do you wanna

do that for, sarge?

They're out of range. They'll

shoot back with something heavier.

It's you or them, dogface.

I need practice.

That's enough, sergeant.

If you wanna play with that popgun,

you can go outside.

What do you say I take the men out

for a field drill, lieutenant?

In this weather? What for?

Because they're drilling, that's why.

I'll let you know

when I want a drill, sergeant.

Yes, sir, lieutenant.

I'll take that sergeant.

All right. That's all right.

But I'll pick the rest of your volunteers.

Here you are, colonel.

We got about three hours before dark.

How about some half-and-half?

Just sweeten it.

You are Colonel Hessler?

Who are you?

How did you get in here?

General Kohler's signature is magic.

You will excuse us, major.

Before you give orders,

may I ask your rank?

Courtesan, first class.

Compliments of General Kohler.

I think we have covered

everything, colonel.

General Kohler did not tell me

you were so handsome.

What did General Kohler

tell you about me?

Nothing.

Whatever I want to know...

...I'll find out for myself.

I'm very good at that.

Aren't you going

to offer me a drink?

Or have you been at the front so long

you have forgotten your manners?

What shall we talk about?

Your wife perhaps.

Won't you join me?

I am told I'm an attractive woman.

You are not paying

much attention to me.

Very little has escaped my attention.

General Kohler did tell me one thing.

What he admires most about you

is your reputation with the ladies.

I regret that is the opinion

of my commanding officer.

I have worked very hard

to achieve a reputation as a soldier.

Do not the two go together?

Give the general my compliments.

Tell him, "Thank you.

I appreciate his gesture."

And good night.

You can make your own way out.

Zero minus two hours.

All units ready to attack.

Repeat. Zero minus two hours.

All units ready to attack.

- Come on.

- Put them down, dummkopf.

Hello, Kiley.

I was curious to see how

you interrogate your prisoners.

My other officers may be

asking the wrong questions.

I'm afraid you won't

hear any new answers.

Sometimes it's more important

what you see than what they say.

Could we get

a little more light in here?

How's that, sir?

So this is the face

of the undefeated enemy.

It looks like you've captured

a Sunday school class.

This all they have left to put in

the front lines? Where are the weapons?

Here, sir.

What's this?

Still has grease in the barrel.

It's never been fired.

- Did they put up any fight?

- No, sir.

Just gave up.

Well, I'm not surprised.

They're only children.

Take a good look at them, Kiley.

They're not even tough enough

to be classified as delinquents.

Go ahead and question them.

Ask if Germany's gonna win the war.

Go ahead, Kiley.

They could be plants put

in the front lines to mislead us.

I want to talk to you alone, Kiley.

Escort these prisoners to the rear

for proper interrogation.

Yes, sir. Move them out.

- Let's go, move it out.

- Go!

These prisoners

were carrying these rubber hoses.

Send them along,

and anything else you found.

Yes, sir.

Do you actually still think the Germans

are preparing a major offensive?

Yes, sir, colonel, I do.

You mean those kids are replacements

for more seasoned troops...

...sent to the rear

to re-form for the big attack?

Yes, sir, colonel, I do.

Kiley, you're crazy. Facts mean nothing

to you. Evidence means nothing.

The only thing you can see

are your own cockeyed hunches.

Well, that doesn't work in the Army.

I'm recommending you for transfer

to a desk in Washington.

You can tell the president

how to run the war.

Major.

You make coffee as bad as my wife.

She always told me

I'd never get along in the Army.

I never had it so easy

in the police force.

I've just been counting up

how many times I've been wrong.

But never this wrong.

All the signs point

to only one thing.

Is it possible they mean

something else?

Maybe this war is beyond me

and maybe Colonel Pritchard's right.

Runner brought this from headquarters.

It's for you.

Open it.

Well, it's a picture of a Kraut colonel

and his service record.

I wanted that.

Well, there it is again. Panzer officer.

Fine fighting record.

Last reported in the Russian front

commanding a tank regiment.

What's he doing here?

I'd say that proves my point.

Colonel Pritchard would probably say

he got fired for losing the war in Russia.

I don't know. What do you think?

Well, sir. I'm regular Army.

I don't get into beefs between colonels.

But I'll tell you what some

of my stir-crazy men think.

They think we got

a great opportunity here.

We got a chance

to wipe out Germany.

Just wipe it clean off the map.

Knock everything down...

...every city...

...every castle, all the bridges,

all the roads. Everything.

Don't leave two stones standing

together. Just wipe the slate clean.

Turn Germany into a prairie,

then ship over a few buffalo...

...and let them start from scratch.

Now, what do you think

of that, colonel?

I think your men ought to wash their

socks and take a shave. It stinks in here.

- Speak English. Only English.

- Okay, lieutenant.

Let's get this stuff out of here.

Operation Transit

parachuted behind enemy lines.

Repeat. Operation Transit

parachuted behind enemy lines.

What the...?

What's that noise?

On your feet! Everybody out!

- Sounds like a thousand of them.

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