Stalag 17 Page #5

INT. BARRACK

Schulz is marching down the barrack, beating the bunks with

his stick.

SCHULTZ:

Aufstehen, gentlemen! Appell! Raus!

Hurry up!

Men start sliding out of their bunks. Others roll over in

their sacks, groaning.

SCHULTZ:

You must get up for roll call! Raus,

raus, gentlemen! Everybody aufstehen!

Raus!

MEN:

We heard you, Schulz!

And good morning to you!

Aw, break it off!

Why don't you take that whistle and

shove it!

Tell the Kommandant I've got

dysentery!

Shut up, Schulz -- you're talking to

sergeants of the United States Air

Force!

Look at this chilblain. Ain't it a

beaut!

SCHULTZ:

Raus! Raus! Aufstehen!

Whacking the bunks, Schulz has reached our end of barrack.

Hoffy and Price are getting into their clothes.

HOFFY:

Come on, sack rats -- cut the bitchin'

and get up!

Duke, Triz and Blondie start climbing out, yawning and

scratching themselves.

PRICE:

Say, Schulz -- you guys had machine

gun practice last night?

SCHULTZ:

(throwing up his hands)

Ach, terrible! Such foolish boys.

Such nice boys. I'd better not talk

about it. It makes me sick to my

stomach.

DUKE:

You killed them, huh? Both of them?

SCHULTZ:

Such nice boys! It makes me sick to --

DUKE:

Don't wear it out!

Schulz moves to Joey. Joey is sitting in his bunk, TOOTLING

on his ocarina. Schulz raps the sweet potato with his stick.

SCHULTZ:

Outside! You, too! Put away the

piccolo!

Joey hides the sweet potato, staring at Schulz, frightened.

Schulz jerks him off the bunk.

SCHULTZ:

Los, los. Dummkopf!

HOFFY:

(pushing in)

Lay off, Schulz. He's got a sickness.

He's krank.

SCHULTZ:

Sometimes I think he is fooling us

with that crazy business.

HOFFY:

Yeah? How would you like to see the

guts of nine pals splattered all

over your plane?

(to Joey)

C'mon Joey -- don't be afraid.

He helps him up and starts putting clothes on him.

Schultz has approached bunk with Harry and Stosh. He pokes

Harry with the stick.

SCHULTZ:

Aufstehen, gentlemen! Please! You do

not want to stay in bed on such a

beautiful morning we are having today!

HARRY:

Say, Schulz --

SCHULTZ:

Jawohl?

HARRY:

Sprechen Sie deutsch?

SCHULTZ:

Jawohl.

HARRY:

Then droppen Sie dead!

SCHULTZ:

(splitting his sides)

Ja -- ja! Droppen Sie dead! Always

mit the jokes! Droppen Sie dead!

He pokes Stosh with the stick.

SCHULTZ:

Aufstehen! Appell!

He moves on.

Harry bends over Stosh, shaking him.

HARRY:

Get up, Animal. Come on!

Stosh doesn't budge. Harry again gives him a knuckle-cracking

salvo. Stosh opens his eyes automatically.

HARRY:

(sweetly)

Good morning, Animal! What'll it be

for breakfast? Scrambled eggs with

little sausages? Bacon and eggs sunny-

side up? Griddle cakes? A waffle?

STOSH:

Stop it, Harry!

HARRY:

Coffee? Milk? Or how about a little

cocoa?

STOSH:

(grabbing him by the

collar)

Why do you do this to me every

morning?

HARRY:

(with sadistic speed)

Hamburger and onions! Strawberry

shortcake! Gefillte fish! Banana

split! French fried potatoes! Chicken

a la king!

The last items are coming out with a gurgling SOUND as Stosh

tightens the grip on Harry's neck.

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