Fury Page #3
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.
(CONTINUED)
Pink Revision - 30th Oct 10.
4 CONTINUED:
(4) 4Norman 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.
(CONTINUED)
Pink Revision - 30th Oct 11.
4 CONTINUED:
(5) 4Gordo offers him his canteen. Norman politely takes a swig.
Spits it out.
NORMAN:
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.
(CONTINUED)
Pink Revision - 30th Oct 12.
4 CONTINUED:
(6) 4COON-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...
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 tumblesover 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...
(CONTINUED)
Pink Revision - 30th Oct 12A.
6 CONTINUED:
6Wardaddy and the TC’s of Love Company are gathered together
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.
(CONTINUED)
Pink Revision - 30th Oct 13.
6 CONTINUED:
(2) 6His 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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