The Devil's Brigade Page #4

Look, Major, this is what I understand.

- Whatever you understand.

- You really want me to stick you?

Whatever you want to do.

- I wasn't quite ready.

- I already did it once.

- Try that again, Major.

- You gotta be...

As you can see,

Maj. Crown's an expert, sir.

Put your hands up like this.

Move your feet a little bit the other way.

That's the way. All right, now.

- Good work, Greco, keep it up.

- Keep it up? Keep what up?

No!

You clumsy moose!

Listen, you smart dago, you ran into me.

- Great, man. Just great.

- Show them the way, Canadians.

Well done, Crown.

I can't say the same for your men, Major.

What are you gonna do about it?

- The men are tired, sir. They need a rest.

- They can rest after the war is over.

Keep going until they're as good

as the Canadians.

You want a weekend pass,

you'll work for it.

Let's go back up the hill one more time.

Now, let's see if we can do it right.

I've never seen anything so lousy

in my entire life.

Competition has its use, sir,

but doesn't it concern you?

The men may hate each other

more than they do the enemy.

Major, your concern and mine is

to get them ready to meet the enemy.

Yes, sir.

Proud beauty,

why don't you sit down and have a drink...

...with some nice,

clean-cut American boys?

Where are they? I don't see them.

Fraternizing with the Canucks

comes under the heading of treason.

All right.

- You can't fight nature.

- Just what's that supposed to mean?

Miss Kleinschmidt's a lady.

Ladies associate with gentlemen,

not baboons.

Take it easy, man-mountain.

You've got all night, my friend.

I'm in a hurry.

When this bottle is empty...

...I'm gonna break it over his head,

and then I'm gonna wipe him out.

How come a big man like you

thinks so small?

Let's wipe out the whole

mother-Ioving bunch.

Now you're talking.

- All right!

- Come on, let's do it!

I got dibs on Peacock.

That pretty Peacock is mine.

Wunderbar.

Somebody put a nickel in the jukebox,

and turn off that dame.

I love you.

Now you owe me a drink.

Fellas. We better beat it.

- What do you speak? Eskimo?

- I said, "You owe me a drink."

You'll get that drink, Eskimo,

the minute hell freezes.

Who do you think you are?

All right, Henri, let it pass.

Come on, move down the bar.

Give them some room now.

Get over here.

Look who we got here.

- Millie, baby!

- Here, your petticoat's showing.

Millie, who's your girlfriend?

Who does what to who?

- It's optional, mate.

- Shut your big, ugly face.

- Come on!

- Look, now you put me down!

- Don't be so particular.

- Can't you take a hint, mate?

I can eat a dozen chickens like you alive.

Look, we're here for a good time,

the same as you.

Let's not spoil it. What're you gonna

have to drink? Bartender!

We'll buy our own drinks.

You've got a hell of a nerve

barging in here, takin' our broads.

- Any of you guys invite 'em?

- No!

- I can't stand Canucks.

- So you weren't invited.

So what do we do about that?

Give me another drink.

You clear out, or we throw you out.

Now what's it gonna be?

Don't waste your time with him.

All right, we'll find another bar.

Finish your drinks.

We'll finish your drink.

- Let's go.

- You made a wise decision.

Now, wait just a minute.

Excuse me, but I'd like to clear up

a little misunderstanding.

You see, the Canadians would be

happy to accommodate you...

...but they can't because they're under

orders, and they're not allowed to fight.

Am I getting through?

Where are you going to now, frog face?

You said nobody invited the Canucks.

But what burns me, big mouth,

is just who the hell invited you?

Splendid, Rocky!

All right, Canadians,

don't disgrace your uniforms!

Join the Yanks!

One for Millie!

Are you all right, Rocky?

Ten hut!

Break it up!

Good! Good! That was good!

Break it up!

All right! Break it up!

- How are you?

- Doing fine.

What are you going to do about them?

I tried to warn you.

I'll take care of it.

- Cardwell, Rose.

- Sir?

Line 'em up.

Heads up in there! Come on!

Let's go! Come on!

Fall in!

The Lieutenant informs me...

...that 35 lumberjacks...

...and 17 MPs were injured...

...and six hospitalized...

...and that property damage

was in excess of $3,000.

Now, every man, regardless of uniform...

...is equally guilty,

and will be equally punished.

Until the damage is settled...

...every man will have deducted

$1 a month from his pay.

From this point on, the entire brigade

is restricted to barracks...

...for a period of eight hours.

Any additional singing...

...drinking, or celebrating...

...will be conducted with proper restraint.

That's all.

Dismissed!

"For he's a jolly good fellow

"For he's a jolly good fellow

"Which nobody can deny

"Which nobody can deny

"Which nobody can deny

"For he's a jolly good..."

Come in.

Sir.

May I presume to offer you a drink?

Sit down.

Come on, lads.

I'll take a snap of you.

Send a copy of this to the Krauts.

They'll bloody surrender.

Come on, big smiles. There you are.

Hugh, just one more.

My father always wanted me

to graduate from something.

Right you are. That's beautiful.

Gorgeous, Rocky. Just gorgeous.

You're still a big baboon.

First Special Service Force pass in review.

Number 1 company, right turn!

- Number 2 company, right face!

- Number 3 company, fall in.

First platoon, forward march.

Second platoon, forward...

...march!

First platoon, forward march.

Eyes right!

Maj. Bricker, Maj. Crown, take over.

But I can't believe it, sir.

I just don't believe it.

Bob, it's no satisfaction to me,

but I knew it.

I smelled it. I warned you.

I'm very sorry.

That's comforting. Good-bye.

Come in.

- Project's been canceled.

- Canceled?

God, why?

The commando raid on Norway

is an entirely English project.

We're out of it.

Well, we'll be getting orders soon.

What kind of orders, sir?

Disbanding the brigade.

The men will be assigned to other units.

Son of a b*tch.

Don't tell me I'm nuts.

I tell you, I just heard.

They're bustin' up the force.

What did we break our asses for? Why?

"Ours is not to reason why."

Damn the reasons.

I want more than reasons.

I'm going to Washington.

Tell the men it's just a routine trip.

Give everybody a 10-day Christmas leave.

Is there a chance, sir?

Have you got friends up there?

No.

But at this point, I don't care

about making any more enemies.

We don't need your unit.

What we desperately need are

replacements for other units.

Anyhow, orders have been issued.

It's out of my hands. Gentlemen.

Sir, may I have permission

to see Gen. Cullen?

Why, George, he doesn't mean to imply

he's going over your head.

He's not implying anything. He's saying it.

- You've got time to waste, go ahead.

- Thank you, sir.

Thank you, George.

Look, Bob, I understand, I sympathize.

But you keep on this way,

you're gonna retire a Lieutenant Colonel.

General...

...I have men who care more about

the one stripe they've earned...

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