Kelly's Heroes Page #4

No good, man. The boys have got

something special on tonight.

Are you nuts?

What's more important than $16 million?

You come around tonight, Crapgame,

and we'll show you.

Okay.

Tomorrow night, then.

Along this road, same hour.

We'll be there.

- Lf you're late, we move out without you.

- Lf we're late, it's because we're dead.

What about Big Joe?

You handle the supplies,

I'll take care of him.

Not only that, but I'm going along

to protect my investment.

You don't trust me.

A firm financial mind should be behind

an enterprise such as this.

There could be a bonus. Besides,

Switzerland's only 100 miles away.

I don't want anybody getting lost.

I don't want half the Army in on this deal.

No friends or friends of friends.

I want to keep it a tight little unit.

Right, Oddball?

Oh, yeah, man.

No sweat, you know?

I'll pick you up in about an hour.

You can hang onto that bar of gold

as a deposit.

Who is that guy, Crapgame?

His name's Kelly. Used to be a lieutenant.

Pretty good, too, until he was ordered

to attack the wrong hill.

Wiped out half a company of G.I.'s.

Somebody had to get the blame,

and he got picked.

Oh, man, I don't like officers.

Neither does he, so relax.

Get me Hogan in Intelligence.

Do you mind if I take this bar of gold

and show it to the boys?

No, not at all. Just remember

where you found it. Bring it back here.

You're a good boy, Crapgame.

Something's wrong with him.

Hello, Hogan? It's Crapgame.

I got you the scotch

and the nylons you wanted.

Do I ever fail you?

You better believe it. Never miss.

Listen...

...I got a little favor to ask of you.

Will you stop crying,

I haven't even asked you yet!

What's the matter with you?

You wait here, Padre.

I warned you, if you started anything,

I'd bust you out.

If you transfer me, Joe...

...you have to transfer every man

in this outfit.

I told you to lay off these guys!

- Take it easy. He's got it all figured out.

- Who invited you, Hustler?

He did.

It's a snap.

$16 million just waiting to be picked up.

Did he forget to tell you

it's behind enemy lines?

I told them.

Yeah?

Did you tell them how to get through

and cover 30 miles to Clermont?

- I told them.

- Then tell me!

- Kelly's got it figured pretty good.

- Listen, crap! He'll get you all killed!

We're getting killed now, pal,

for $50 a month.

Damn right.

What good is a bonus when you're dead?

The risk is the same one we've been taking

since we hit the beaches.

Only then you didn't have a choice,

now you do!

Three days from now we're going back

into the line.

But this time we're doing it for ourselves.

Kelly's even got us armor support.

What armor?

Three Shermans from the 321st.

Who's in command?

It's a top-line outfit!

I personally recommend them!

You butt out! The only time you come out

of the ground is when you smell a profit.

I'm coming out now

because Kelly has the perfect caper!

For you it's a vacation. Six days

out of seven you're behind the lines.

We're at the broken end of a bottle

all the time, so you butt out!

Who's in command?

Guy named Oddball.

Oddball! He's a freak!

He's got three Shermans all ready to go.

What guarantee is that?

He's ready to go? He's a nut.

We're all nuts or we wouldn't be here.

Hey, look. Let me tell you guys something.

There's certain rules and regulations

governing the fighting of a war.

And the first one is that

you never stick your neck out for nobody!

Unless you're some kind of a hero type.

And I haven't seen any hero types

around here lately.

Talking's not going to do any good, Joe.

These men are all going.

Who will lead them?

If you don't, I will.

Just listen to Kelly for a minute, Joe.

He's got it all sewed, man.

The route, the timing,

the supplies, everything.

Sure.

What do you say, Corporal?

I don't know, Joe.

I figure if I got to go, it might just as well

be this trip as the next one.

Penn?

I'm for it.

How about it, Cowboy?

I reckon I'm going to have to go along

with it, Joe.

They're all for it.

What happens when Maitland finds out

we're not here?

He'll figure we've been sent back

to the front lines.

Man, he never knows

where we are anyway.

Okay, show me what you've got.

The road's 10 yards beyond those trees.

Let me look at that map, will you?

What if they've put up road blocks?

Doesn't matter. All that matters is

Mulligan being on time.

Mulligan is on time!

On time and on target!

He ain't ever been that yet!

Well, there's always a first time.

I figure the town is about

a quarter of a mile straight ahead.

- What happens if it isn't there?

- It better be. I went through it last night.

We've only got a few minutes left,

so let's get moving.

Stick close to me.

I don't want to be waiting on anyone.

We'll be there, Kelly.

All right. Move out, Cowboy.

That nut has got to be nuts.

- Everything all right, Kelly?

- Everything's all right.

You sure you got the time straight

with Mulligan?

Yeah, I got the time straight with Mulligan.

Whether Mulligan can tell time or not

is another question.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

That crazy Mulligan's dropping them

all over the place.

You mother!

- Come on!

- Shut up, you pain in the ass!

This man is the man I have

on my mind today!

I'll tell you who he is.

This is my opposite number!

General Bogel, commanding

the Second German Armored Division!

When I look at that face,

I can read that character.

This guy's a loser.

Here I am sitting in his headquarters.

I'm drinking his scotch.

Hell, I've even got one of his broads

hanging around here somewhere.

The guy's a born loser...

...but you, gentlemen,

have not buried him yet.

- You call yourselves leaders of men?

- They're putting up strong resistance.

Come on, Roach.

I flew over the battlefield this morning.

I could march a divisional dress parade

with band music right through their lines!

What about our flanks?

To hell with your flanks!

How many times have I got to tell you?

Forget about your flanks.

There's still a half a Panzer Division

between here and Nancy.

Without gas, gentlemen!

They're getting gas.

It's coming up at night.

How?

By truck.

The Air Force has got my orders

to blow up every bridge in this sector!

They're doing it and the Germans

are rebuilding the bridges every night.

We're supposed to blow them up

again in the daytime.

Get me those aerial photographs!

Right, sir.

Last night someone gave orders

to redirect our mortar fire...

...against some damn crossroads.

Listen, Roach. I don't want any excuses

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