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Norman is scared of Wardaddy. As he should be.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

You cocksucker. Why didn't you shoot

that shithead when you had the chance?

NORMAN:

It happened so fast. He was just a kid.

Wardaddy gestures at Lt. Parker's burning tank...

WARDADDY:

See what a kid can do? That's your

fault. Next f***ing German with a weapon

you see, rake the dogshit out of him.

I don't care if it's a baby with a

butterknife in one hand and mama's left

titty in the other. You chop him up.

Wardaddy walks away to confer with the other tankers.

Leaving Norman destroyed, guilt wracked. Gordo looks at him,

SEES he's falling apart.

GORDO:

Okay. Look. That stupid kid did that.

Not you. I froze up before too. That's

why I like driving. You gotta kill

Krauts? It's them or us. Can you do it?

NORMAN:

...I can do it...

GORDO:

Okay. Then do it. This makes it easier.

He offers Norman a bottle of wine. Norman declines.

Wardaddy shouts up to Sgt. Davis' tank.

WARDADDY:

Alright, Roy. Guess I'm it. I'll lead

the column. Let's get where we're going.

(CONTINUED)

Pink Revision - 30th Oct 24.

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SGT. DAVIS

Lead the way.

Wardaddy climbs into the Fury's turret. Double checks his

map. Into his mic:

WARDADDY:

Move out, Driver.

Gordo puts the tank in gear and leads the column forward.

18 EXT. FARM ROAD - DAY 18

INFANTRYMEN dig foxholes. Eat chow. Clean weapons. Play

cards. There are several HALF-TRACKS and TRUCKS.

A MORTAR CREW fires rounds at distant German positions. Two

huge columns of thick black smoke rise from just over the

next hill. The four tanks approach. SERGEANT MILES, a young

tough Infantry leader, flags them down...

WARDADDY:

Gordo, stop 'er here.

(to the Sergeant)

Baker Company?

SERGEANT MILES:

Yessir.

WARDADDY:

I'm not a sir.

SERGEANT MILES:

Me neither. Where's your boss?

WARDADDY:

Dead.

SERGEANT MILES:

Who's in charge'a this column?

WARDADDY:

I am.

SERGEANT MILES:

I'm talking to the right man. Park it.

Old Man's waiting over there.

19 EXT. FARM BUILDINGS - COMMAND HALF-TRACK - DAY 19

Sergeant Miles leads Wardaddy to a COMMAND HALFTRACK full of

radios. A couple RADIOMEN monitor the CHATTER.

SERGEANT MILES:

Sir, tankers are here.

CAPTAIN WAGGONER has an SS OFFICER by the collar -- Punching

him with big callused hands. Here's an officer Wardaddy can

respect. A rugged, solid, confident veteran.

(CONTINUED)

Pink Revision - 30th Oct 25.

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CAPTAIN WAGGONER

How many tanks you got?

WARDADDY:

Four.

CAPTAIN WAGGONER

I asked for ten. Here's the deal - I got

a platoon pinned in a sugar beet field by

machine guns. I sent my tracks in and

they got knocked out. The Boche has a 75

dug in and I need you to destroy it.

They're not old men and kids. It's a

regular Wehrmacht outfit. Help me kill

them. Then we'll push into town and kill

the rest of the bastards. Main unit has

Time on Target and aviation priority. So

we're on our own. I know who you are and

I know you know what you're doing. Let's

get it done.

Wardaddy likes this guy. He taps the Captain's map.

WARDADDY:

Seeing as they're covering this road.

Mind if I come in this way? Hit their

flanks and roll 'em up.

CAPTAIN WAGGONER

Do what you see fit. Just paste them

hard. They murdered some good boys

today. Why don't they just quit?

WARDADDY:

Would you?

Point taken. Wardaddy walks away...

20 EXT. FARM BUILDINGS - DAY 20

Minutes later. MEDICS tend to four wounded GIs. Two dead

GIs are laid across the hood of a Jeep. Nearby a couple

GUNNERS in HALF-TRACKS fire bursts from their .50 cals into

the distant German positions.

Wardaddy's four tanks are in a row. The tank crews prepare

them for combat. Weapons and ammo are double checked. Track

links are tightened. Norman helps Gordo top off the gas

tanks with the help of a BLACK TRUCK DRIVER.

GORDO:

This is it. We're gonna see some action.

NORMAN:

I'm scared shitless.

GORDO:

You'll be so f***ing busy you won't have

time to be scared.

(CONTINUED)

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TRUCK DRIVER:

A hero's just as scared as a coward. One

quits. One don't.

GORDO:

Don't give him no hero bullshit. It's a

job. Everybody does their job, you win

the game. Like a football team.

TRUCK DRIVER:

And the fellow that charges into danger

to save his buddies? What is he?

GORDO:

A moron.

NORMAN:

How's it feel to kill a man? Is it hard?

TRUCK DRIVER:

Ever killed a hog? Butchered a hog?

It's just like that. Screaming and all.

GORDO:

How would you know? Get in a knife fight

in the whorehouse shitter back home?

TRUCK DRIVER:

They put me on the line in the Bulge.

They don't want us killing the white man.

Until it's their necks. I killed me a

whole bunch. Krauts got real hot when

they saw who was doing it. It was just

like killing hogs.

NORMAN:

I'm from the city. I've only seen a cat

get hit by an ice wagon.

GORDO:

I'm from the city too. Chicago. And I

seen lots of animals die. Papa worked in

a slaughterhouse cutting up steers with

an electric saw. Came up from Mexico to

work there. Papa would cut off a piece

of meat, swipe some kidneys or a tongue

and sneak 'em home. We ate beef every

day. I started me there when I was

fourteen. On the kill line. Hitting

beef cows, old dairy cows, sometimes

horses, between the eyes with a twelve

pound sledgehammer. Right here.

(taps his forehead)

I'd be head to toe in blood, brains and

snot. Whackin' beefs all day until I

couldn't move my arms.

NORMAN:

I helped in my dad's stationary store.

At the register. We sold sundries.

Nothing that bled or screamed.

(CONTINUED)

Pink Revision - 30th Oct 27.

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GORDO:

Too bad. It's something. The kill line

teaches you something.

NORMAN:

That it's better to be the man with the

hammer?

GORDO:

That's right.

21 INT. FURY - DAY 21

Coon-Ass and Wardaddy are alone in the turret. Coon-Ass is

crying. His nerves are getting the best of him.

COON-ASS

Don, I can't do it. I can't take any

more. I don't want to die. I feel like

I'm going to slide right out of my skin

every time a goddamn shell goes off. I

can't do this. I don't got the nerve.

WARDADDY:

You can do it. You get worked up.

Before an action. That's all.

COON-ASS

This ain't that. This is something

different.

WARDADDY:

No it's your regular bullshit. You get

the jitters. You b*tch some and then

you're fine. Grady, it's your way.

COON-ASS

Lookit the odds. We got four years of

close calls. All the original boys are

gone. Dead or mangled. We're it. Me,

you and the Mexican. Out of how many?

Some guys have been replaced four or five

times. Replacement shows up one day.

He's dead the next. Why not us?

WARDADDY:

Shut-up. Shut your mouth. Don't you

spook that kid any more than he's already

spooked. We need him.

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