Slaughterhouse-Five Page #5

any talking to German.

When you talk, you talk

to your guards only.

Blood pressure is falling off.

Eins, zwei!

Eins, zwei! Eins, zwei!

What are you giving him?

I'm still giving him D5W.

It looks like the pressure's

coming up now.

Let's see how we do in

the next five or 10 minutes.

Mrs. Shaw?

I'm Doctor Ellenbogen. Your

father's gonna be all right.

It was very difficult, but

he came through in good shape.

Stanley, he's gonna

be all right!

Wonderful.

Did you find Mother?

Well, it... it's crazy,

Barbara. L... I don't understand.

What's crazy, Stanley?

Where's Mama?

Come on, honey.

L- Let's sit down.

Listen. I think we'll take care of your

father till he's able to take care of himself.

What are you talking about?

Well, I looked all over

for your mom,

and then I asked

one of the nurses.

And they said that...

that she died about

three hours ago.

So I had to find out

if it was the right one.

And it was.

She was.

How?

I don't know, uh...

She had some kind of

accident with the car...

and got carbon monoxide

poisoning.

But she drives a Cadillac!

Honey, I don't know.

That's what they told me.

Oh, God.

I know. I know.

Hi, darling. How you feeling?

Dirty sons of b*tches.

Bureaucratic bastards.

They have the audacity to put me

in a room with a basket case.

- Theyjust don't have a private room, sweetheart.

- Well, I don't know...

Goddamn it, Lily!

I'm gonna pepper your Radcliffe ass with

buckshot if I catch you smoking again!

You better stay in condition

to keep up with B.C. Rumfoord.

- You guys go on without me.

I'll be all right.

Christ. All he does

in his sleep...

is quit and surrender

and apologize.

Shoot. I could carve

a better man out of a banana.

Did you bring me those

books from Widener?

The boys at the Harvard Crimson

have a beautiful bit about you. Oh?

They call you the Red Baron

of military history...

And want you

to get well soon.

Those little bastards!

The Truman statement

about Hiroshima is in here,

and those eight

Army Air Force documents.

Oh, yeah.

And the Irving book on Dresden. I was there.

Honey, why did they keep Dresden

a secret for so long?

Oh, hell. For fear

a lot of bleeding hearts...

would say bombing it

was a chickenshit thing to do.

My book's gonna lay it

on the line, sweetheart.

Nobody's gonna weep and wail over

Dresden after they read my book.

I was there.

What's he saying?

He said he was there.

Says he was where?

Dresden.

At Dresden, B. C!

The hell with him.

Let him write his own book.

Schlachthof-funf.

What the hell is he saying now?

Ich bin Amerikanische soldat.

Dresden.

Schlachthof-funf. You wanna know something?

We didn't start the last war;

the Nazis did.

And 135,000 people

dying in Dresden...

does not seem so very much when put against

over five million Allies who had to die!

And you just might remember that

when we were bombing Dresden,

the Germans were sending V-1

and V-2 rockets into London,

killing men,

women and children.

Don't get so uptight.

Jesus!

It gives me a pain:: Weeping over Dresden

and not give a damn about our own losses!

Hey, what about Coventry?

What about Rotterdam?

What about the extermination

camps the Germans were running?

Gassing millions?

I want your attention.

Attention, please.

You are having a visitor.

Howard Campbell, Junior.

I have just come back from the

Russian Front, so I'll make it short.

I know how hungry you are.

Food's not much though, is it?

Food's terrifiic!

Almost as neat as your outfit!

Men, I have a proposition for you.

How would you like to come back to

America after this war as heroes?

Great, as long as I could

wear that fag outfit!

Since you're so interested in my

outfit, I'll tell you what it's about.

Blue is for the American sky.

White is for the race that

pioneered that continent,

cleared the forests, drained the

swamps, built the roads and the bridges.

And the red is for the blood

of fine American boys...

that's been shed

in defense of your freedom.

I don't see you shedding

any blood, Campbell.

You all know that communism

is out to enslave the world.

And who's out there

trying to stop them?

The Germans! They're not your

enemies. They're your allies!

Communism is the enemy

of all of us!

- I want volunteers for

the Free American Corps.

- Men who are willing to stand up to these commies.

- Sit down, Lazzaro!

I didn't vote for you,

Derby. Good. Now, who's next?

- If we don't stop them...

- Everybody to the air shelter.

Move. Let's go!

Get outta my way.

There'll be no bombs. Churchill's

nephew lives in Dresden.

Don't worry, soldier.

Well, men, do I have

only one volunteer?

Listen, pal. I only stood up back there to tell

you that one day your doorbell's gonna ring,

and there's gonna be this guy

in a trench coat...

We'll eat German craw for so

long, Campbell, because we have to.

But we'd rather die

than eat your dung,

which is sick and lousy

and foul!

History will prove you

an ass.

Oh, sh*t.

No bombs,

eh, Campbell?

You can't trust

theJews.

Daddy, you should really

stay with us.

And you shouldn't talk

about Mama...

or the accident,

or even the war.

I just wanna go home.

But we want you with us!

I'll be fine.

Just for one night?

No.

Oh, Daddy. Honestly!

Daddy, you should

consider yourself lucky.

Practically every optometrist

in Ilium was wiped out.

Stanley's been working

night and day for you.

Stinking old dog.

Hello, Spot.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Daddy, honestly!

Won't you please change your

mind and come stay with us?

You'll be in this empty house

with that old dog.

I'll be all right.

But, Daddy, be realistic.

You just turned middle-aged. You've

got your whole life ahead of you.

Good night, dear.

Ja, schweine!

Verfluchen schweine!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama! Mama!

- Dad? Dad?

Papa!

Dad?

Robert?

Hiya, Dad.

Hi, Spot.

How did you get here?

Well, they... They gave

me leave to visit Mom.

But you know...

Sure, Dad. I know.

That's why I'm here.

And to see you.

How are you, Dad?

I'm fine.

God, Dad. To think that

you lived. It's a miracle.

Like one time when a chopper

got hit by Charlie,

just outside our camp.

It came down like,

like a stone.

But the door gunner

walked away.

Dad?

Dad, I-I did the right

thing, joining up.

I'm sure you did, son.

Aah, it's a lousy war, but sooner or

later it's gonna be us or the communists.

We've gotta stand up

to them somewhere.

Dad?

Dad?

I know you and Mom

worried about me a lot.

I guess I haven't been

the best of sons.

You've been just fine, Robert.

No, I... I know I was pretty wild,

and I want to make up

for it.

Remember that stuff

in the cemetery? Geez!

I'm so ashamed of that now.

Really, I am.

But I've changed

a lot, Dad.

And I just hope I can make you

real proud of me from now on.

You already have, Robert.

Dad, will you come

to Mom's grave with me?

I'm not ready yet.

I know how you feel, Dad.

I'm just not ready.

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