Edge of Tomorrow Page #2

Why they call it Cranberry, then?

Why they call it Science Hill?

Never asked. Don't care.

After you.

You're not taking me

to a phone, are you?

No, I am not.

Seems about the only honest thing

you said to me so far is your name.

Says here you're a deserter.

It says here you were caught

impersonating an officer. It says here...

you'd likely try to make an outside call,

compromise security of this operation.

Anything to get out of

combat duty tomorrow.

But that's not gonna happen.

Ever.

Private Cage.

[WILLY MOON'S "RAILROAD

TRACK" PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Take you down to the early days

When the champagne

Flow like a river stream

FARELL:
Rumor is a terrible thing.

Come nightfall, these men will

all reach the same conclusion.

That you're a coward and a liar,

putting your life above theirs.

Good news is there's

hope for you, private.

Hope in the form of glorious combat.

Battle is the great redeemer.

The fiery crucible in which the

only true heroes are forged.

The one place where all men

truly share the same rank...

regardless of what kind of

parasitic scum they were going in.

[MAN WHISTLES]

Squad! This here is Private Cage.

Private Cage, J Squad.

Isn't that an officer's uniform?

Those sure ain't officer cufflinks.

FARELL:
I see everyone is

having a productive morning.

You know, it gives me a swell of

pride knowing soldiers of your...

caliber will be leading

the charge tomorrow.

Tip of the spear.

Edge of the knife.

Crack of my...

ass.

NANCE:
Oh, sh*t.

FARELL:
Private Kimmel,

what is my view of gambling...

- ...in the barracks?

- You dislike it, Sergeant Farell.

Nance, why do I dislike it?

It entertains the notion our fate

is in hands other than our own.

FARELL:
And what is my definitive

position on the concept of fate, chorus?

ALL:
Through readiness and discipline,

we are masters of our fate.

FARELL:

You might call that notion ironic.

But trust me, you'll come around.

Private Cage is a deserter.

I'm making you all personally

responsible for his deliverance.

He will be combat ready

at 0600 tomorrow.

Combat ready?

FARELL:
Cage is under the

delusion he does not belong here.

We must dissuade him

of this delusion.

If he tries to run, feel free to dissuade

him until he can't piss standing up.

You have to listen to me.

- I will never be combat ready.

- I envy you, Cage.

Tomorrow morning, you will

be baptized. Born again.

PT! Ten minutes!

So everybody

Come along with me

Go down the river

And wash your feet

To where the people

Live a life that's sweet

And a place that's ripe

You're not in uniform... private.

[ALARM WAILING]

MAN [OVER PA]:
Could all

combat-ready squadrons proceed...?

FARELL:
It's a new day, people.

Destiny calls.

The world expects only one

thing from us:
That we will win.

[CHATTERING]

Come on, Kimmel, let's have it!

Oh, for chrissake, Kimmel.

I got to be free, man.

Let's get this show on

the road. I gotta suit up.

What's that noise? That...

MAN 1:
Let's go.

Listen, I've never

been in one of these.

I've never been with two

girls at the same time.

You can bet when that day

comes, I'll make it work.

Kimmel.

It's Griff.

Griff. Griff. You bet.

Just think about this, man.

I could hurt somebody with it.

Not with the safety on, you won't.

But...

- Where is the safety?

- MAN 2:
Exactly.

MAN:
It's time.

Bloody hell, it's the Full Metal...

Move.

- FARELL:
Griff.

- Sarge?

- Take care of Private Cage.

- What, all day?

Something tells me it won't

be nearly that long.

- Cage!

- Cage!

- Cage!

FARELL:
We lost Germany.

We lost France.

If we lose today we won't

get to fight another.

I know the pressure

on you is enormous.

Two minutes to drop.

It's all right to be scared.

Remember, there's no

courage without fear.

SKINNER:
Oi!

Oi, mate! I think there's

something wrong with your suit.

Yeah. There's a dead guy in it.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Hey, watch your back out there, sir.

No one else will.

FARELL:
One minute!

One minute to drop!

Hey.

- Hey!

- What?

How do I turn the safety

off of my weapon?

What?

[ALARM WAILING]

How do I turn the safety off...?

Oh, my God!

FARELL:

Get ready! Thirty seconds to drop!

On my mark!

Stand by to deploy!

Activate drop lines. Remember...

Aah! Aah!

Drop now!

Let's drop! Drop!

Drop!

Drop!

Go!

Go, let's go!

Come on!

Drop!

Drop!

Cage! Drop or die!

[CAGE YELLING]

KIMMEL:
Yeah! Whoo!

We made it!

Thank God, we made it!

COMPUTER:
Select language.

[GRUNTING]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]: We need help!

We need it now!

[FEEDBACK SCREECHING]

What the...?

FARELL:
Private Cage!

You're going the wrong way.

You're gonna miss your moment.

What the hell?

They're not supposed

to know we're coming.

We walked into a

slaughterhouse, man.

It's a slaughterhouse!

MAN:
Pull yourself together!

FARELL:
On your feet, people!

Get in line!

Nance, get me a sitrep.

- Safety! My safety!

- FARELL:
Griff, Ford, cover the flank!

My safety. My safety.

How do I get my safety...?

- I'm waiting, Nance!

- NANCE:
I got traces!

Five hundred meters and

they're coming in fast!

FARELL:
Son of a b*tch.

Out of the way!

Look alive if you

wanna stay that way!

Firing positions!

Move!

[COMPUTER SPEAKING

IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Here they come.

Mean as hell and thick as grass.

Wait till they're right on us!

Few more seconds!

CAGE:
Hey!

Hey!

[YELLING]

FARELL:
Fall back!

Ha!

Ha-ha!

[LAUGHING]

[BEEPING]

COMPUTER:
Reload.

[SCREAMS]

[GASPING]

SERGEANT:
On your feet maggot!

Get in line before I bust your

hole with my boot heel, maggot!

FARELL:
Hold up there, sergeant.

Can I help you, sir?

Sergeant Farell. Is it...?

That is my name.

I think I get it.

What was it? Poker night?

Bachelor party?

You know, I'm not sure.

It happens.

I'll get you sorted out, sir.

Let me take those for you.

What day is it?

For you?

Judgment Day.

The good news is there's

hope for you, private.

Hope in the form of glorious combat.

Battle is the great redeemer.

The fiery crucible in which...

- ...the only true heroes are...

- The only true heroes are forged.

Did you just interrupt me, private?

Sarge, you're...

You're not gonna believe

what I'm about to tell you.

No, I'm not.

Now, where was I?

The fiery crucible.

The fiery crucible in which the

only true heroes are forged.

The one place where all

men truly share...

the same rank, regardless of what kind

of parasitic scum they were going in.

[WILLY MOON'S "RAILROAD

TRACK" PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

- MAN:
Welcome to hell.

- FARELL:
Squad!

This here is Private Cage.

Private Cage...

J Squad.

Isn't that an officer's uniform?

They sure ain't officer cufflinks.

FARELL:
You know, it gives me a swell of

pride knowing soldiers of your caliber...

will be leading the charge tomorrow.

Tip of the spear, edge of the knife.

Crack of my ass.

Private Kimmel, what is my view

of gambling in the barracks?

- KIMMEL:
Dislike it, sergeant.

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