Patton
- GP
- Year:
- 1970
- 172 min
- 5,455 Views
Ten-hut!
Be seated.
Now, I want you to remember...
...that no bastard ever won a war...
...by dying for his country.
He won it...
...by making the other poor dumb
bastard die for his country.
Men...
...all this stuff you've heard
about America not wanting to fight...
...wanting to stay out of the war...
...is a lot of horse dung.
Americans...
...traditionally love to fight.
All real Americans love
the sting of battle.
When you were kids...
...you all admired
the champion marble shooter...
...the fastest runner, big-league
ball players, the toughest boxers.
Americans love a winner...
...and will not tolerate a loser.
Americans play to win all the time.
I wouldn't give a hoot in hell
for a man who lost and laughed.
That's why Americans have never lost
and will never lose a war...
...because the very thought
of losing...
...is hateful to Americans.
Now...
...an army is a team.
It lives, eats, sleeps,
fights as a team.
This individuality stuff
is a bunch of crap.
The bilious bastards who wrote
that stuff about individuality...
...for the Saturday Evening Post...
...don't know anything more about real
battle than they do about fornicating.
Now we have the finest food
and equipment...
...the best spirit...
...and the best men in the world.
You know...
...by God, I actually pity those poor
bastards we're going up against.
By God, I do.
We're not just going to shoot
the bastards...
...we're going to cut out
their living guts...
...and use them to grease
the treads of our tanks.
We're going to murder those lousy
Hun bastards by the bushel.
Now...
...some of you boys...
...I know are wondering...
...whether or not you'll chicken out
under fire. Don't worry about it.
I can assure you...
...that you will all do your duty.
The Nazis...
...are the enemy.
Wade into them!
Spill their blood!
Shoot them in the belly!
When you put your hand...
...into a bunch of goo...
your best friend's face...
...you'll know what to do.
There's another thing
I want you to remember.
I don't want to get any messages
saying we are "holding our position. "
We're not "holding" anything.
Let the Hun do that.
We're advancing constantly. We're not
interested in holding on to anything...
...except the enemy.
We're going to hold on to him
by the nose and kick him in the ass.
We're going to kick the hell
out of him all the time...
...and we're going to go through him
like crap through a goose!
Now...
...there's one thing...
...that you men will be able to say
when you get back home.
And you may thank God for it.
Thirty years from now when you're
sitting around your fireside...
...with your grandson on your knee...
...and he asks you:
"What did you do in the great
World War ll?"
You won't have to say:
"Well...
...I shovelled sh*t in Louisiana. "
All right, now, you sons of b*tches...
...you know how I feel.
I will be proud...
...to lead you wonderful guys
into battle anytime...
...anywhere.
That's all.
The Arabs need food and clothing.
They strip our dead before
we can even bury them.
Looks like the reports were
pretty accurate.
Sixty-one armored vehicles,
45 tons of ammunition...
...twenty-five 40mm guns,
three self-propelled 105s.
Not counting mortars, machine guns,
rifles...
...pistols, telescopes, belt buckles,
Gl socks.
One thousand, eight hundred men.
Our people salute you, general...
...for your brilliant amphibious
landing on the continent of Africa...
...and for your enlightened
administration of our country.
I've enjoyed being here, Excellency.
Naturally, I'd prefer to be in Tunisia
fighting the Germans.
tremble at his approach. "
I appreciate that, Excellency.
Magnificent!
I wish our troops looked that good.
Tell me, general,
what do you think of Morocco?
I love it, Excellency.
It's a combination
of the Bible and Hollywood.
These men fight at Kasserine?
Yes, sir.
For the American Army to take
a licking like that...
...the first time at bat
against the Germans...
Up against Rommel, what we need
is the best tank man we've got.
Somebody tough enough
to pull this outfit together.
- Patton?
- Possibly.
God help us.
Lieutenant...
...where is the duty officer?
Sir...
- He said he's caught at shaving.
- Why isn't he here on duty?
Guess he needed a shave.
We got a new commanding general
due today.
Who the hell is kicking me
in the butt?
Oh, sorry, sir.
- What were you doing down there?
- Trying to get some sleep, sir.
Well...
Get back down there, son.
You're the only son of a b*tch here
who knows what he's trying to do.
Yes, sir.
Brad, how the hell are you?
- Fine, George. Good to see you.
We were all under the impression
you wouldn't be here until 0900.
Yes, I gathered that.
- You know my boy, Dick Jenson.
- Yes.
Brad, tell me.
- What are you doing here?
- Ike wanted a report on Kasserine.
Meanwhile, I have to stay here
as an observer...
...but I report directly to Ike.
You're spying.
Get me General Eisenhower's
headquarters.
Tell me, Brad...
...what happened at Kasserine?
I heard it was a shambles.
Apparently, everything went wrong.
We'd send over a 75mm shell,
the krauts would return an 88.
Their tanks are diesels.
Even when we managed to hit one
they kept on running. Our tanks...
The men call them
"Purple Heart boxes. "
One hot piece of shrapnel
and the gasoline explodes.
I taIked to one of the
soldiers about the half-tracks.
I asked them if the machine-gun
bullets pierced the armor.
And he said, "No, sir.
They just come through one side
I understand they had a little trouble
coordinating the air cover.
The trouble was no air cover.
- General Smith on the line, sir.
- Excuse me, Brad.
Bedell?
Listen, I'm calling about Bradley
and his job here.
I need a good number-two man, I want
to make Brad my deputy commander.
You clear it with Ike?
All right, thanks, Bedell.
Now you're not spying for Eisenhower
anymore, you're working for me.
- Okay?
- Fine, okay.
Dick. You got those stars?
- Yes, sir.
- Let's get them on.
What's the matter, Brad?
I've been nominated by the president.
I know, but it doesn't become official
until it's approved by the Senate.
Well...
...they have their schedule
and I have mine.
George...
...if you were named admiral
of the Turkish Navy...
...I believe your aides could dip
into their haversacks...
...and come up with the appropriate
badge of rank.
Anyway, congratulations.
Premature congratulations.
You know...
I think those stars look better
on a green shirt.
Did I ever tell you about the time I
designed a uniform for tank crewmen?
It was green leather,
it had red stripes...
...and sort of a row of brass buttons
down across here.
And topped off
by a gold football helmet.
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