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BANGING at the door. Wardaddy nods for Norman to get it.

The women peer around the corner, frightened...

Norman opens the door --It's Coon-Ass, Gordo and Bible. The

three men enter. Take off their helmets. Set down their

weapons. Coon-Ass and Gordo are drunk.

COON-ASS

Boy, it's time for you to act the man.

We got you fixed up good. A special

gal's down there waiting for you.

WARDADDY:

You're too late.

Emma brings the new arrivals glasses of beer. Coon-Ass

drools over the beautiful young woman. She returns quickly

to the kitchen.

COON-ASS

Bless your heart, boy. You took that

pretty thing for a roll?

Norman won't answer him. And that's answer enough.

COON-ASS (CONT’D)

We're a team, right? Eat, sh*t, kill,

f*** together. Right?

GORDO:

That's right. Pass the plate, Norman.

Make a donation to the cause.

WARDADDY:

Y'all touch her and I'm kicking your

teeth down your throats.

Coon-Ass smiles. Rubs Wardaddy's smooth face.

COON-ASS

You're so pretty, can I f*** you?

WARDADDY:

Have at it. There's a jar of grease in

the kitchen.

(CONTINUED)

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COON-ASS

Sissy bastard.

Coon-Ass regards a photograph on the wall. A young man in

Army uniform. He takes it down, dismayed...

COON-ASS (CONT’D)

Who's the goddamn Nazi?

Coon-Ass charges into the kitchen with it -- Indignantly

waves the picture at Irma...

COON-ASS (CONT’D)

Who's the f***ing Nazi, lady?

IRMA:

(German)

My husband. He died in Russia.

Wardaddy appears behind Coon-Ass and takes the photo from

him. He gently hands it to Irma.

WARDADDY:

(German)

I'm sorry for your loss.

Norman is touched by this respectful side of Wardaddy. Coon-

Ass sits down. Pulls a bottle from his jacket and takes a

swig. Coon-Ass hands it to Norman. And stares at him with

angry bloodshot eyes...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

You best take a bite.

Norman hesitates, then takes a swig. Winces from the burn.

NORMAN:

Sure that's not gasoline?

COON-ASS

Pure white lightning. Some of the

Georgia boys cooked it up.

Suddenly there's a WOMAN'S SCREAM followed by a GUNSHOT from

outside. Emma and Irma trade scared looks.

Norman gets up and looks out the window...

WHAT NORMAN SEES -- A DRUNK SOLDIER exits the bank with an

arm load of Reichsmarks and tosses them in the air.

WARDADDY:

Get back from that window. Before those

drunk ass fools kill the hell out of you.

Norman carefully backs away...

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59 INT. GERMAN TOWN - WOMAN'S APARTMENT - DAY (LATER) 59

Norman, Wardaddy, Coon-Ass and Bible sit at the table eating

bacon and eggs. Emma toasts thin slices of black bread.

Irma pours the men little glasses of Schnapps. She sets a

glass in front of Wardaddy. He pushes it way with his

finger.

WARDADDY:

(German)

No, thank you.

GORDO:

You like horses?

NORMAN:

I told you, I'm a city kid.

GORDO:

Don likes horses. Right, Don?

WARDADDY:

I'm eating. We're eating.

GORDO:

In France we hit the beach right after D-

Day and fought through all those f***ing

hedgerows. We finally broke out into

open country. And bypassed all these

Kraut divisions. We linked up with the

Canadians and British and trapped an

entire Kraut Army pulling back to

Germany. We f***ed them up. With planes

and artillery. Dead Krauts and horses

and busted up tanks and cars for miles.

Miles. Your eyes see it but your head

can't make no sense of it. We go in

there. And for three whole days we shot

wounded horses. All day long. Sun up to

sundown. Putting down horses. Hot

summer days. Ain't smelled nothing like

it. The sound of it. Those f***ing

horses screaming. Black clouds of flies

buzzing. Like being in a giant bee hive.

Norman's eyes bug. He's lost his appetite.

WARDADDY:

That's really a fine story. Pleasant

meal time talk. Thank you.

COON-ASS

It's what happened. And what happened

happened. And what's gonna happen is

gonna happen. And playing house with a

couple b*tch Krauts won't change much,

will it?

WARDADDY:

Shut the f*** up.

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COON-ASS

The seventh seal's broken, buddy. You

can't put the sh*t back in the horse.

Wardaddy pulls his .45 and SLAMS it on the table. Coon-Ass

backs down. A painfully tense silence follows. Wardaddy's

fork scrapes against his plate as he shovels eggs and bacon

into his mouth. Finally he looks at Norman. Smiles warmly.

WARDADDY:

Your mama a good cook?

NORMAN:

She's a really good cook.

WARDADDY:

How's her fried chicken?

NORMAN:

She doesn't fry chicken. She roasts it

with stuffing. Or makes chicken and

dumplings. That's my favorite. She

bakes too. Pies and cakes and-

--A KNOCK at the door. Norman gets up and answers. It's the

COMPANY MESSENGER.

COMPANY MESSENGER

Where's Love One-Six?

WARDADDY:

Right here.

COMPANY MESSENGER

Old Man wants you.

WARDADDY:

How come?

COMPANY MESSENGER

You got a mission.

The men look at each other. Their short respite is over.

Wardaddy finishes his coffee. Pushes his chair back and

stands. His men stand too.

WARDADDY:

(German)

If you'll excuse us, please.

(to the guys)

Let's go.

He crosses, grabs his helmet and weapon.

IRMA:

(German)

Where are you going?

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WARDADDY:

(German)

To take the next town. And the next one.

And the next one. Until you people quit.

IRMA:

(German)

What's going to happen to us?

WARDADDY:

(German)

I don't know.

Irma nods stoically. Hands folded in front of her. Lips

pursed. Norman grabs his greasegun. Slips on his helmet.

It's hateful to leave. Just hateful. Emma runs to him and

holds on to him for dear life. Coon-Ass grabs the boy by the

scruff and drags him away...

COON-ASS

There's a lot more of them.

To the Company Messenger, on his way out -- RE: the women...

WARDADDY:

Make sure none of the boys give them a

hard time.

60 EXT. GERMAN TOWN - COMPANY COMMAND POST - DAY 60

Captain Waggoner goes over a map with Wardaddy.

CAPTAIN WAGGONER

Grasshopper spotted a troop concentration

moving west. Higher wants your armor

guarding these crossroads in Ohio Queen

on the overlay.

WARDADDY:

How many troops he see?

CAPTAIN WAGGONER

Enough to spook the Colonel. Road march

to the crossroads and secure them. Don't

stop for anything. Take my gas if you

need it.

Wardaddy looks at the map, makes some notes in a notebook.

WARDADDY:

Alright, sir. I'm on the way.

Suddenly there is the loud WHISTLING of incoming German

Artillery -- Wardaddy, the Captain, the RADIOMEN and COMPANY

CLERKS hit the deck...

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61 EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE - DAY 61

A group of SOLDIERS plays blackjack on a blanket. Gambling

for piles of watches and jewelry. Norman and Gordo pouring

gas into the Fury.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-KABOOM! -- German artillery shells

explode all around them. Bible drops into the turret, closes

the hatch. Gordo slides off the tank and crawls underneath.

Norman follows. Coon-Ass already there. A grinning fool.

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