Stalag 17 Page #21

HOFFY:

I wouldn't talk about things like

that.

BAGRADIAN:

(himself again)

They never caught on.

HOFFY:

They may. That's why I would keep my

mouth shut.

DUNBAR:

We're all Americans here!

PRICE:

The Krauts have a way of getting

information.

DUKE:

Especially in this barrack.

DUNBAR:

How?

PRICE:

That's what we'd like to know.

Sefton is just putting on his leather jacket. He has been

listening to what has been going on. Cookie hands him out of

the footlocker a bottle of Rhine wine and a carton of

cigarettes. Sefton tucks them inside his leather jacket.

Cookie now hands him a pair of silk stockings.

COOKIE:

(in a low voice)

There's only one pair left.

SEFTON:

(putting the stockings

in his pocket)

We'll get some more.

He puts his cap on and walks toward the door. As he passes

the others:

DUNBAR:

Where does a guy take a hot shower

around here?

STOSH:

Hot showers? Dig him!

PRICE:

Sorry. No hot showers. You wash in

the latrine.

DUNBAR:

Latrine?

SEFTON:

(stopping in his tracks)

What did you expect, glamor boy? The

Officers' Club with a steam room and

a massage maybe?

DUNBAR:

(going after him)

Just a minute. You made a couple of

cracks before and I let them slide.

But I don't intend to take any more.

If you resent my having money, start

a revolution, but get off my back.

SEFTON:

Look, Lieutenant. All your dough

won't help you here. Because here

you're on your own. And no mother to

throw you a lifebelt. Now let's see

how good you can swim.

He has picked a little twig off the Christmas tree. He puts

it in his buttonhole.

SEFTON:

Sorry, boys, but my taxi's waiting.

He goes out.

BAGRADIAN:

What's wrong with him?

HOFFY:

Plenty.

STOSH:

Number one on the rat parade!

Hoffy nods to Duke. Duke leaves the barrack, after Sefton.

EXT. COMPOUND - (DAY)

On the muddy compound there is a tag football game going on

with some forty G.I.s watching.

Sefton is walking along. Behind him, Duke has come out of

the barrack and is following him. Sefton becomes aware of

it. Nonchalantly, he walks into a wash latrine.

INT. WASH LATRINE

Sefton comes in. There is another P.O.W. there, a colored

guy, just finishing washing his hands. Sefton quickly climbs

up a couple of rungs of the ladder leading to the water tank

and stops there. The colored P.O.W. doesn't notice it.

EXT. WASH LATRINE

Duke stands some distance away, watching the only pair of

legs visible under the raised partition. The legs move now

down the length of the latrine and out the other end. The

colored P.O.W. emerges and walks off with his back toward

Duke. Duke follows him.

INT. WASH LATRINE

Sefton jumps off the ladder and exits the way he came in.

COOKIE'S VOICE

It was a funny thing about Sefton

and me. I guess I knew him as well

as anybody else in the camp because

I had worked for him for two years.

But there were lots of things I didn't

know about him. Take for instance,

where he would disappear to once in

a while. Of course, I had a hunch,

but it seemed so crazy I couldn't

quite believe it -- Just as I would

never have believed that Sefton was

the guy that would give away

Lieutenant Dunbar for blowing up

that ammunition train.

EXT. COMPOUND

Duke is still following the wrong guy. Now the P.O.W. stops

to talk to a pal. Duke realizes his mistake. He dashes back

into the wash latrine and comes out again. He stands there

frustrated. With the football players rushing about, passes

being thrown and G.I.s milling around, he has lost Sefton.

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