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WARDADDY (CONT'D)

Wake up Gordo. Have him top off the

water and gas. Do what you can about the

mechanical issues.

Wardaddy walking away...

BIBLE:

Where you going?

WARDADDY:

The latrine to take a sh*t. I ain't sh*t

in a week.

NORMAN ELLISON a shiny new Private with a dufflebag

intercepts Wardaddy.

NORMAN:

Sergeant Collier?

WARDADDY:

Maybe. What the f*** are you?

NORMAN:

Private Ellison. I was told to report to

you. I'm your new Assistant Driver.

WARDADDY:

Lookit you. Crisp and green like a new

dollar bill. Puppy breath and all.

Wardaddy lights a smoke. An outgoing volley from the nearby

Artillery Company makes Norman flinch.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Don't worry about outgoing. Incoming

mail's the issue. Nazis can drop an 88

shell in your hip pocket from two miles

out.

Wardaddy directs him to the Fury...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

That's home. Do what you're told. And

don't get too close to no one.

Wardaddy walks off. Norman approaches the tank. Bible and

Coon-Ass scrutinize the newcomer. Gordo slides out from

under the hull, bathed in mud. The three feral tankers eye

Norman. Gordo grabs Norman's dufflebag and searches it.

Norman afraid to stop him.

NORMAN:

Which way's the front?

Bible gestures in a wide circle...

BIBLE:

All around us. Kid, this is Germany.

We're surrounded by Krauts.

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Norman SEES a YOUNG TANKER running in circles holding an M1

rifle above his head. Yelling this:

YOUNG TANKER:

I'm a shithead! I'm a shithead! I'm a

shithead! I'm a shithead!

NORMAN:

What's that about?

BIBLE:

He was cleaning a machine gun and didn't

unload it. Nearly killed a sergeant.

Lucky he didn't get stomped into the mud.

Norman swallows hard. Looks around. Gordo angrily looks up

from Norman's dufflebag.

GORDO:

Where's your cigarettes?

NORMAN:

I don't smoke.

GORDO:

Well then you're a bastard.

Gordo tosses Norman's dufflebag in the mud. Norman looks

stricken.

BIBLE:

You go to tank school?

NORMAN:

I've never seen inside a tank. I'm a

clerk typist. I was going to Fifth Corps

HQ. They pulled me off the truck and

sent me here. It's gotta be a mistake.

COON-ASS

Ain't a mistake. Army does what it does.

BIBLE:

Kid, you from Missouri?

Norman shakes his head: "no."

GORDO:

Chicago?

Norman shakes his head: "no."

COON-ASS

Arkansas?

NORMAN:

No, I'm from-

COON-ASS

--No one gives damn where you're from.

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Gordo offers him his canteen. Norman politely takes a swig.

Spits it out.

NORMAN:

It tastes like hornet stings.

GORDO:

You don't drink?

NORMAN:

Nuh-uh. Especially that.

Gordo snatches back his canteen.

GORDO:

I hate you.

BIBLE:

You a praying man?

NORMAN:

I go to church.

BIBLE:

Do you subscribe? Are you saved?

NORMAN:

I'm baptized.

BIBLE:

That's not what I'm asking. And you know

it. Wait until you see it.

NORMAN:

See what?

BIBLE:

What a man can do to another man.

GORDO:

Reverend-pastor-deacon Swan here was in a

preacher factory when he got drafted.

BIBLE:

It's called divinity college.

COON-ASS

Praise sweet Jesus. Thank you for the

war dear sweet, sweet Jesus. Thank you

for all the goddamned Nazi's to kill.

BIBLE:

Norman. These two are wicked men.

Albeit amusing. You better grab hold of

Jesus. He's the one thing that won't

rattle you loose.

NORMAN:

...sure...

Coon-Ass pulls open the Bow Gunner's hatch.

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COON-ASS

Here boy. Here's your seat. Get a

bucket of hot water from the kitchen and

get it clean. Amish clean.

Norman's face drops when he peers inside...

5 INT. FURY - DAY 5

Minutes later. Norman kneels awkwardly over the transmission

as he scrubs off blood with a rag. He pauses to stare at the

big belt fed machine gun -- Also spattered with blood. He

cleans it gently. As if afraid of waking a dangerous animal.

Norman removes blood spattered pin-up girls. And a photo of

Red's Wife -- The tough cattle ranching woman who has no idea

her man is dead. He reaches for a photo of Red in cowboy

regalia astride a horse --And freezes...

WHAT HE SEES --Blonde hair, an ear, a single blue eye. Half

of Red's face.

A5 EXT. BATTALION AREA - BETWEEN TWO TRUCKS - DAY A5

Out of sight, Wardaddy absorbs the loss of his man in

private. Gritted teeth. Sick. Just sick.

6 EXT. BATTALION AREA - ASSEMBLY POSITION - DAY 6

Love Company's tanks are being readied for combat. Gas tanks

are filled. Equipment is oiled and cleaned. Ammo loaded.

Busy green monkeys scrambling over big green turtles.

Coon-Ass and Bible load ammo into the turret. Wardaddy and

Gordo tighten track links with wrenches.

ON THE FURY:
Norman scrambles out of the tank and tumbles

over the side. Landing on his hands and knees, he vomits his

ham and eggs into the mud...

Coughing and sputtering he looks up in time to see a 6x6

truck roll by, filled with a heap of corpses. German and

American. Legs and arms sticking out. It looks like they

are waving "Hi" to the young soldier...

Norman wants to cry. The Fury's crew stares at him. Blank

faced. No sympathy.

BIBLE:

Get back in there. It's not going to

clean itself.

Norman stands, brushes off the mud. About to climb back in

the tank, he pauses and stares with his mouth agape...

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Wardaddy and the TC’s of Love Company are gathered together

out of earshot of their men.

BINKOWSKI:

How’d Mike go? Was it quick? Or he burn

up?

WARDADDY:

I don’t know, Pete. It was pretty

rugged. I think they all went quick.

DAVIS:

They’re not supposed to have no more

Tigers.

WARDADDY:

Well they did.

BINKOWSKI:

So five go out. And one comes back?

Sometimes it don’t feel like we’re

winning.

DAVIS:

It’s the river. We crossed real light

and we’re paying.

PETERSON:

Stop talking about yesterday’s fight. We

get ready for today’s?

Wardaddy looks at Peterson.

WARDADDY:

Amen, Warren. Amen.

Two TIRED GI'S escort an SS SERGEANT. His hands tied behind

his back with bailing wire.

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His head is SWOLLEN like a watermelon. Puffy slits for eyes,

blood slicked hair. He's taken a serious beating.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Why you bringing him through here? Why

ain't he sleepin'?

TIRED GI:

G-two wants a prisoner to question.

WARDADDY:

I'll question him.

(in fluent German)

What's your favorite color? You like

chicken or beef? You a good dancer? You

like fat girls?

His crew sense it's about to escalate and intervene. Get in

a shoving match with the GI and his 3 buddies. Bible and

Coon-Ass pull Wardaddy away...

TIRED GI:

Back off! He's my responsibility!

WARDADDY:

We ain't here to ask them questions.

BINKOWSKI, SGT. DAVIS and SGT. PETERSON, all rough men who

can kick ass in a barfight, join Wardaddy. The GI's look

ready to open fire...

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