See Here, Private Hargrove Page #3
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- Year:
- 1944
- 101 min
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not to the...
never mind, Hargrove.
You may go, Hargrove.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
[Clicks heels]
[Rapid gunfire]
Now, you don't yank
on that trigger
like a soda jerk, Hargrove.
A smooth, slow, easy
squeeze does it.
[Groan]
Well, what are you doing now?
I'm trying to
squeeze it slowly.
Well, for Pete's sakes.
Not that slow.
If that was the
enemy out there,
they'd be cramping
on your head by now.
Even if I was running?
Ev...
shoot, will you? The
suspense is killing me.
[Bang]
3 o'clock!
That's your last round?
Yeah, sarge.
I want to see this score.
Maggie's drawers again.
Well, you're improving.
You didn't hit anybody
else's target that time,
even if you didn't
hit your own.
Man:
B-o-i-d. Bird.[Typewriter keys clicking]
Esty:
Say, what are youbeating out on that thing?
I have some military secrets
that I'm selling to
foreign governments.
And the beauty of it is, they
don't have to pay me
until the first payday.
What kind of secrets?
Must be about KP
for you to know.
Marion's got a secret formula
for garbage can polish.
Actually, you pair of
illiterate, untutored grafters,
I am composing certain
pieces for my old newspaper,
and for what I am
assured will be
but a very generous
compensation.
Does that mean he'll get
paid for writing something?
That's the impression
he's trying to get across.
Oh, poor little thing.
KP must have sapped
his tired brain.
[Blows whistle] Late mail!
First man:
Hey, fellas!Here comes the mail!
Um, Flanders.
[Men talking loudly]
Second man:
If I don't get a letterfrom my gal, I'm gonna kill her.
Man:
Ok, if you're ina hurry, there it is.
Wait a minute!
Take it easy now!
Don't be tearin' the mail!
Third man:
Hey, here's thatletter from your girl!
No mail, huh?
No.
Well, here's a girl
you might like.
Why, thanks!
It's all right.
Check?
Yes, a check.
Ohh! That much, eh?
How much, eh?
Oh, enough.
From the paper?
Uh-huh.
Well, what does
the letter say?
It's from the managing editor.
"Dear Hargrove..."
He says it's a masterpiece!
Take all I can send them.
He says it's one of
the finest pieces
he has ever read.
Oh, but why should I bore
you fellas with my triumphs?
Hargrove?
Buddy?
Of course, you realize
my good-natured joshing
about your writing ability
was just kidding.
Yeah, Hargrove. Er... I
mean, buddy. Me, too.
Naturally, we who are
closest to you realize
that your writing
is talented and...
naturally.
Why don't you come
with us, pal?
Personally, I wouldn't mind
standing treat to a
little celebration.
No, I think I'd better stay
and dash off a couple
of more columns.
Sure, you keep right at it.
Here, use my pen.
Newspaper men don't use
pens, they use typewriters.
Sure.
Don't they, pal?
Smart as a whip, that boy.
Keen mind. I noticed
it right away.
Ought to be able to
figure out some way
to get in on that extra money.
[Typewriter keys clicking]
Boy, what I wouldn't give
for one of them machines.
Oh, you're welcome
to use this, Burk.
Yeah?
Uh, how would I run it?
Oh, if you want to write
a letter or something,
I'll do it for you.
I'm all through now.
No, I'm all through myself.
Anyway, if my mother got a
letter written on that,
she'd think I was
either dead or crazy.
She says I write
like a educated ape.
But at least when she
gets the letter,
she knows it's from me.
How come you're not over
at the service club?
I'll bet you shake
a mean hoof.
I better wait awhile.
I tread on so many of them
dames the last dance,
I don't think I'd do so
good over there tonight.
Very clever, Private Burk.
Anyway, I got some
book work to do.
Book work?
Yeah. I'm reading up on
the field artillery.
You see, when I got in, they was
tapping all us guys for infantry,
but I told them I
wanted field artillery.
Maybe lying a little bit
that I knew all about it.
So now I'm catching up on
what they think I know.
But what difference
does it make
where they put you?
It's all the army.
Maybe you look
at it like that,
but the way I figure it,
with a little rifle,
the kind they give
you in the infantry,
you can only knock off
one Nazi at a time.
But in the artillery,
with a big lollapalooza
of a shell,
a lucky guy might
get a whole company
with one shot!
Boy, I'd like that.
Yeah.
You think we'll get
a crack at them?
If we don't, I'll get transferred
to where I can get at them.
Or I'll buy a Cannon and go
into business for myself.
Boy, you have got a
burn against the Nazis.
Have you got relatives
in concentration camps?
What? In Jersey City?
Nah, I just get steamed up
when I read how they
push people around.
And I say to myself,
it's time somebody
pushed them around,
till their mean skulls rattle.
Yeah. I'm for that.
And when they start in
on us, I say to myself,
"Boy, let's face it. Get in."
So, here I am.
And I bet the army
wishes it had about
10 million more just like you.
They'll be along.
The way I feel can't be such a
special, exclusive
kind of thing.
Or I wouldn't be smart
enough to feel it.
Oh, I wouldn't be too sure.
And anyway, I get a big
boot out of it right now.
Look out at that.
Look at the size
of this place.
And all them P-47s
up there, like
angels guarding us at night.
And how you feel
when the whole fort
lines up for retreat.
Or we go out on maneuvers,
and everywhere you
look, you see
the United States Army,
lined up on every road
as far as you can look.
Why, Private Burk.
You're a poet!
Hey, you want a
rap in the snoot?
No offense, Bill!
Ok.
But no cracks.
I better get that
letter in the mail,
or my mother will come down
here and bat my ears off.
Ha! So long, kid.
So long, Bill.
[Big band music playing]
You know, somebody who didn't
understand the situation
might think I was
trying to muscle in
on Private
Hargrove's good fortune.
Oh, I understand, Mulvehill.
I knew you would.
Thanks!
You're welcome.
Take all you want.
Swell.
The way I see it,
if it wasn't for the rest
of the fellas in the army,
well, Hargrove couldn't
write these pieces about it
and make this extra money.
So he really owes
half of the money
to the rest of the
fellas in the army.
Naturally, when you
try and split it up
among 10 million guys,
nobody's going to
get very much.
So, we have to narrow it
down to just a few of us.
Two, to be exact.
Mmm-hmm.
Doughnuts?
No, thank you.
No, thank you.
How about you?
They're free
tonight, you know.
No, thanks.
Come on, take one.
Ok, thank you very much.
Last round, boys.
Why don't you sit down?
Why, thank you.
Say, you know...
did you boys have any supper?
That's your second
helping, you know.
The kind of supper we get,
what difference does it make?
Oh, you're kidding.
I happen to know the
army food is swell.
Yeah, but you should
see the tiny portions.
Yeah, in our battery,
when dinner's ready,
they don't say,
"come and get it,"
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