Fury Page #8

BIBLE'S GUNSIGHT POV -- His tracers rake the distant ditches

and bushes.

B29 EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY B29

Atop the Fury, Sgt. Miles pours .50 cal rounds into the

trees. Wardaddy scans for movement with his binoculars.

SGT. BINKOWSKI

One-Five for Wardaddy. I see a bunch'a

Krauts fifty yards to my right.

WARDADDY:

That's our troops. Do not shoot them.

SGT. BINKOWSKI

Yeah. Okay I copy.

Wardaddy SEES 1-5 veering off the wrong way.

WARDADDY:

Wardaddy for One-Five. Where are you

going? Head North.

SGT. BINKOWSKI

I'm heading North.

WARDADDY:

Dammit, Binkowski. No you are not. Turn

left! Turn left! Head for that line of

pine trees.

SGT. BINKOWSKI

One-Five copies. Wilco.

Wardaddy SEES another of his tanks about to run over American

Soldiers.

WARDADDY:

Love One-Three! Fox Romeo! Pull your

right brake! You got troops right in

front of you! Get your head out of your

ass!

Love 1-3 swerves at the last second, just avoiding crushing

several men. Wardaddy is already looking for the next

problem to solve. It's like herding cats...

Pink Revision - 30th Oct 33.

30 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 30

The tank is now a loud, smoky reverberating metal chamber of

engine noise and gunfire. Norman is getting the hang of it.

Firing the weapon into haystacks. Trees. Anywhere a German

may be hiding. Empty shells raining on his boots...

CLACK! -- He runs out of ammunition. He grabs a fresh box.

Reloads the hot gun. SNAPS the cover shut. Keeps firing...

31 EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY 31

CRACK!-WOOSH! -- A hidden German cannon fires a high velocity

round that rips right past Wardaddy's head. It's a tank

killer and a grave danger...

WARDADDY:

F***! Where's that gun! Who sees it?

Who sees the gun shooting us?

SGT. PETERSON

One-Four for Wardaddy. It's ours. I

think that's a howitzer from the company

area.

WARDADDY:

Bullshit! It's not ours. It's a Kraut

high velocity gun. I can hear it

whistling. Where the f*** is it?!

CRACK-WHOOSH!-KTANG! -- The hidden German cannon fires again,

hitting Love One-Four. Fortunately the round glances off and

careens into the sky...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Believe me now?!

SGT. PETERSON

Anti-tank! Right front! Right front!

Nine hundred!

Love 1-4 fires its main gun at the hidden German cannon...

KABOOM! -- VREEEE! -- The tank round falls short, hits the

ground and ricochets sharply. All four tanks begin to fire

at the cannon's position...

KABOOM-KABOOM-KABOOM! -- Round after round detonates in quick

succession --Splintering their trunks. Heavy machine gun

rounds from four tanks shredding the earth...

KAWOOMP! -- Success! The cannon position detonates with a

greasy black explosion --THEN...

CRACK-WHOOSH! --A second 75mm Anti-tank gun opens fire!

KTANG! --Love 1-4 is hit again --The German cannon round

makes a massive burst of sparks and ricochets away...

(CONTINUED)

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SGT. PETERSON (CONT’D)

I'm hit! Pulling back!

WARDADDY:

There's another gun! Who sees it?

Love 1-4 backs up, the packs tied to its side are on fire.

32 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 32

Norman fires his machinegun into the right of the treeline...

NORMAN'S PERISCOPE POV -- His stream of tracers suddenly

splashes upward -- Deflecting off the hidden German cannon's

ARMOR PLATE...

NORMAN:

There's something there! At, uh, three

O'clock.

33 EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY 33

Wardaddy SEES the stream of deflected tracer fire...

WARDADDY:

Got him! Anti-tank! Left front! One

two hundred. HE. Superquick. Gordo,

head right at him. Gunner! Traverse

left! Steady... On it! Fire!

KABOOM! -- The Fury's main gun fires --BOOM! -- The shell

crashes into the second cannon position, igniting its stock

of ammo...

KAWUMP! -- A massive secondary explosion rips through the

trees, obliterating the 75mm tank gun...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Target destroyed! Okay, One-Four you're

too damn close to me. Maintain your

interval. All tanks, move forward.

Let's go. Let's clean it up.

The four tanks straighten up their line and drive for the

German positions. They near twenty foxholes along the

treeline, cowering GERMAN SOLDIERS inside...

34 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 34

Norman loading a fresh belt of ammo...

GORDO'S PERISCOPE POV -- A GERMAN SOLDIER stands up and aims

a Panzerfaust at the Fury...

GORDO:

Get him! Kill him!

(CONTINUED)

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Norman finishes loading the belt. C*CKS the gun. Looks

through his periscope...

NORMAN'S PERISCOPE POV --BRDDDDDDT! --Bible shreds the

German Soldier with the coaxial machine gun...

Beating Norman to the punch. Gordo glares at Norman...

GORDO (CONT’D)

Do your job. Do what you're here for.

Do it now.

NORMAN:

I was loading the gun.

Norman grits his teeth and begins firing. Moving the gun

from side to side. Utterly lacking in finesse...

35 EXT. BEET FIELD - GERMAN FOXHOLES - DAY 35

The tanks and Soldiers approach the foxholes. Two Germans

jump up, wave white handkerchiefs in surrender. They're shot

down by an enraged GERMAN SERGEANT...

DEAD AHEAD WARDADDY SEES -- Three GERMANS reloading their dug-

in MG42 machine gun...

WARDADDY:

Machine gun, twelve O'clock. Gordo! Run

them bastards over!

Gordo guns the engine. The Fury lurches forward. The three

German's try to flee from their foxhole. One makes it out,

only to be shot down by a Foot Soldier.

The other two are crushed beneath Fury's tracks...

The four tanks stop -- Firing their machine guns into the

foxholes. Chewing apart the huddled GERMAN SOLDIERS.

Wardaddy tosses a grenade into a foxhole --BOOM!

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

All tanks. Let's hold here.

(to Sgt. Miles)

Get your boys in the fight.

Sgt. Miles leaps off the Fury. Shouts commands, waves his

men forward. They move out between the tanks, marching in a

line, firing into the foxholes...

36 INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY 36

Gordo turns to Norman...

GORDO:

Squirt them Krauts there. On yer left.

See 'em?

(CONTINUED)

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NORMAN'S PERISCOPE POV -- There is a cluster of dead German

Soldiers, cut down when they tried to run for it.

NORMAN:

The dead bodies? They're already dead.

GORDO:

You a doctor? How you know they're dead?

Hit 'em. So they can't jump up and shoot

us in the ass.

Norman looking at Gordo. He just can't do it. Gordo shakes

his head in frustration. And turns the tank toward the

bodies and runs them over.

Norman begins to cry. Not simply a tear down the cheek but a

roar of anguish, good honest pain...

NORMAN:

I can't be here. I can't be here.

WARDADDY:

Turn your goddamn intercom off if you're

gonna ball like that!

37 EXT. BEET FIELD - GERMAN FOXHOLES - DAY 37

Wardaddy gets on the big .50 Cal machine gun...

RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT! -- He fires into the foxholes, chewing

up dirt, men and equipment.

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