Fury Page #7

COON-ASS

Remember that boy from Texas who was

running and got hit by a shell? Listen

to me. Don. Listen to me.

WARDADDY:

I remember.

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COON-ASS

And his tank got hit by a Tiger and he

bailed out and was running and a cannon

shell hit him square in the back and he

disappeared but his head flew straight up

and landed in a tree. You remember that?

WARDADDY:

I said I remember.

COON-ASS

Every night I dream his head's in a tree

singing to me. Soft and sweet like my

mama's songs when I was a baby. If I

close my eyes right now, I'll see him.

WARDADDY:

Red's got us all a little sad right now.

Grady. Look at my eyes, I'm talking. We

gotta help this outfit. Then you can get

sh*t-yer-pants drunk and f*** some girls

or something. How's that sound?

COON-ASS

You gonna drink with me?

WARDADDY:

You know I won't do that. I'm the

foulest meanest damn drunk you can

imagine. I'd stab you in the face and

lick the blade clean.

COON-ASS

Fine. I'll drink that nice Cognac we

found and roll around with some Nazi

split-tails. I'm an ass man you know.

Wish I had a stick of butter.

Wardaddy smiles. Coon-Ass is ready to fight.

22 EXT. FARM BUILDINGS - DAY 22

Wardaddy does a final walk around of his four tanks. He sees

both man and machine are ready for battle. He turns to the

two waiting INFANTRY SQUADS --About 20 men.

WARDADDY:

Let's kill us some German's. Mount up.

The tired dogfaces climb aboard the tanks. Wardaddy climbs

aboard the Fury. Plugs in his helmet.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Start 'em up and move out.

The tanks start their engines and pull out. Each tank has at

least five soldiers riding on top.

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23 EXT. TELEGRAPH ROAD - DAY 23

The four tanks move in a column. Shielded from the enemy by

a small low hill. Fury leads the way -- Sergeant Miles

standing behind the turret, mans the .50 Cal.

WARDADDY:

You know what's waiting for us?

Sergeant Miles chews on a huge wad of tobacco cheek as he

thinks. He spits brown juice down the side of the tank.

SERGEANT MILES:

Yeah, I know.

Wardaddy smiles at the cocky bastard.

WARDADDY:

(into radio)

All tanks this is Wardaddy. Form a

shallow right echelon on me. When we hit

the flat ground spread out to a hundred

yard interval. On my signal we'll drop

the doughs and roll up that 75. Everyone

copy?

SGT. DAVIS

Love One-Three copies. Wilco.

SGT. PETERSON

One-Four. Roger all.

SGT. BINKOWSKI

This is Five. We got you Daddy.

The column accelerates.

24 EXT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 24

Wardaddy grinds his teeth in anticipation. The column is now

coming around the low hill...

WARDADDY:

All tanks halt!

The tanks stop. To Sergeant Miles...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Get 'em off.

SERGEANT MILES:

You heard the man! Everyone off!

Soldiers spill off the tanks and take a knee. Close to the

front line they stay low and wary.

WARDADDY:

Button up!

Hatches clanking shut down the line of tanks...

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ON NORMAN -- Closing his hatch, locking himself into the

steel beast.

Now only the TANK COMMANDERS are exposed. Wardaddy looks

back at them. And sees they are ready. He pulls his worn

leather gloves on tighter and takes a deep breath...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

All tanks! Move out! Fast right! Fast

right! Let's go!

The four tank column begins to roll again.

25 EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY 25

The tanks churn up dirt as they punch their way into the

field. The Soldiers run to catch up, climbing up the

embankment.

The Fury and the other three tanks settle in a line, four

abreast. They head towards low hedges lining a dirt road...

The Soldiers walk behind the tanks. Staying behind their

protective bulk...

ON WARDADDY -- Grim faced in the turret. Sgt. Miles on the

fifty. Not a German in sight.

26 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 26

Norman stares through his periscope. Chest heaving with each

nervous breath. Gordo casually takes a hit of wine. With

all of the concern of a construction worker on a bulldozer.

27 EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY 27

The tanks and men near the three BURNING HALF-TRACKS -- The

source of the black smoke we saw earlier -- Jagged holes in

their armored sides. Surrounded by charred men and smoking

equipment...

Around them is a PLATOON OF AMERICAN INFANTRY, laying in

shallow trenches they scraped into the dirt. They are pinned

down by German machine guns. Several are wounded or dead.

Where are the Germans? You can cut the tension with a knife.

As the tanks move past, the pinned men join their brothers

walking behind the Shermans --THEN:

BRDDDDDDDDDT! --A GERMAN MACHINE GUN whips a long burst at

the Fury. It sounds like an evil chainsaw. Sandbags, cases

of ammo and Jerrycans of water are torn to shreds.

WARDADDY:

Goddammit! Bible hit that machine gun

position! Eight hundred! Fire!

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KABOOM! -- The main gun fires -- The cannon round crashes

into the well camouflaged machine gun position...

BOOM! -- The high explosive round detonates...

28 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 28

Coon-Ass jams a fresh round into the breech --KERCHACK! In

his lap and loose at his feet are more big rounds...

COON-ASS

Clear!

BIBLE fires the instant he hears that --KABOOM! -- The

cannon slams back in recoil, ejecting the spent shell. Coon-

Ass rams another shell into the breech, punching it in with

his fist --KERCHACK! -- The breech block slams shut...

COON-ASS (CONT’D)

Clear!

KABOOM! -- The gun fires. Recoils and ejects. Coon-Ass

reloads. This veteran crew works like a Swiss watch.

29 EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY 29

BOOM! -- The last round nails the gun --Cartwheeling a

GERMAN SOLDIER through the air like a ragdoll...

WARDADDY:

Okay! Cease fire. That target's

destroyed. All tanks: start squirting

that treeline.

The tanks fire their MACHINE GUNS -- Streams of TRACERS from

the four tanks probe at the line of pine trees at the end of

the field -- At any hiding place for German men and armor.

This is called recon by fire...

A29 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY A29

NORMAN PERISCOPE POV -- Tracers rip into the treeline through

his periscope. It's a dreamy, hypnotizing fireworks display.

NORMAN:

Do I shoot too?

GORDO:

Yes. Start shooting.

NORMAN:

What do I shoot at?

GORDO:

Anywhere Nazis might hide.

Norman pulls the trigger. The machine gun jackhammers

violently.

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Adding to the deafening noise of the developing battle. Once

over the initial shock of firing the weapon, he smiles,

empowered, and hoses every tree and bush in sight.

GORDO (CONT’D)

Don't sit on the trigger! You'll burn

out the barrel!

ON BIBLE -- His face pressed against his gunsight. He fires

bursts from the coaxial machine gun using the foot switch.

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