The Dirty Dozen: The Fatal Mission Page #2

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We don't have a dozen, then.

- Hey, Joey.

- Hey, Stern.

Pushing your luck,

aren't you, Joe?

All right.

Ye of such little faith.

Stern, Joseph.

Unsentenced.

You started off as a train engineer

back home, Demchuk.

You know, that talent

may come in handy again.

I was good engineer, sir.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, but before you handed

the train in at the end of the day,

you started robbing passengers.

I was good train robber too, sir.

You want to rob a train, major?

Oh, no, no, no.

I want to stop one

and pick off some bad people.

I pick off lots of bad people

in my life.

I bet you have, Dravko.

I just bet you have.

All right, Holt.

What the hell is

going on, sergeant?

I don't know, sir. We usually only

get this when there's a hanging.

Hamilton's got a gun, right?

That's right.

Knocked out the MPs guarding

it and pinned us down.

We may have to kill that boy.

Oh, that may take some doing.

He killed a white woman.

He's not getting anywhere.

Now we got that armoured truck back there.

We'll blow him apart if he tries to get down.

What are you gonna do?

Blow up a prison to kill a prisoner?

Who's been talking to him?

Talking to him?

That's right, talking to him.

Now you look, I'm gonna

go up there and make a deal.

And I'm also gonna

make a promise.

Make sure you don't break it.

Do you understand?

You got it.

Hamilton?

Hamilton, this is Major Wright.

You know who I am

and I know who you are.

Hamilton?

I wanna talk to you.

I'm better off dying

right here and now.

I'll have a lot of company.

Now, what's your rush in dying?

You can't lose

anything by talking.

Okay.

Come ahead, then.

All right, I'm gonna lay it

on the line with you, Hamilton.

I can still use a man who can break

out of a maximum-security cell,

get up there,

and grab a machine gun.

Almost made it all the way.

As far as I know,

you haven't killed an MP

and you're gonna hang anyway

for a lot more than just

an attempted escape.

So, what the hell do

you want from me?

Why did you kill your wife?

Just mind your own business.

I met her in Paris.

Then the war came.

We made it to London.

So I went back to the U.S.

To join the Army.

Man, I broke my butt

to get back over here.

Then I went to her apartment.

She was living with an RAF captain.

He pulled a gun and said,

"N*ggers ain't welcome in Britain."

And then she laughed.

She laughed.

Why don't you put down your gun.

Surrender and I promise you...

you'll be training with the men

in the morning.

Army ain't gonna let you

keep that promise.

Oh, yes, they will. They need me,

and I got news for you:

They need you too.

Along with 11 other slobs

just like you.

Okay.

Okay, how you wanna work it?

You point that.30 calibre

downrange...

and you follow me home.

All right.

Everybody line up and count off.

- One.

- Two.

- Three.

- Four.

- Five.

- Six.

- Seven.

- Eight.

- Nine.

- Ten.

- Eleven.

- Twelve.

All right.

Now, by your presence,

you've indicated a strong desire

to volunteer for this mission,

which leaves you three ways to go.

You can foul up during training,

in which case you'll be sent back

to prison for execution of sentence.

Two, I mean,

you can foul up in action...

in which case I will personally

blow your brains out.

Or you can do what you're told,

in which case,

you may just get by.

Now, if any one of you

tries to escape...

you'll all be sent back

for execution of sentence.

Therefore, you're all dependent

on one another.

And if anybody tries to get smart,

you'll all get it

right in the head, right?

Right.

Now, due to the contingency

nature of this mission

and the deteriorating relations

between Private Hamilton

and the staff and the MPs

of Forbes Road Prison...

you've been sent out

here into the field

and the nature of your training

has been intensified.

"Ekkevarria."

Echevarria, sir.

Pick up my grips and follow me.

All right. Have them

sent back to the barracks.

Yes, sir. All right!

Everybody into the barracks.

If you have something

to complain about,

the chaplain's hours are

between 4 and 5. Let's go.

Hit it!

Echevarria, you're a mystery to me.

I went through your files.

You've been through

some pretty heavy stuff.

Robbery, a gangland kidnapping,

assault with a deadly weapon.

I had a very bad

childhood, sir.

Well, I figured

something like that.

But until you made that night

withdrawal from the Bank of England

with a.45 and a

little dynamite...

you haven't done any

heavy time, have you?

I always express

sincere remorse, sir.

Sure you do.

I mean, parole officers, judges...

even cops wanted

to give you a break.

Well, man... I mean, major.

I always figure, when you're

going for it, go all out.

When you're in the streets,

raise hell.

But when they get you,

they got you.

Be nice.

Will that be all, major?

That will be all.

We won't be here that long.

Well, glad to be

of service, sir.

Echevarria...

my trench knife.

I mean, where you going? Second

time around, they hang you.

Can't change overnight, major.

Neither can I.

Take off.

Yes, sir.

Knife! Recover!

Knife! Recover!

Knife! Recover!

Stick them, boy!

Hit the kraut!

Recover!

Knife! Recover!

Hit the kraut, baby!

- Yeah!

- Recover!

- Good, good.

- Knife!

Recover!

Left! Recover!

- Stick them, Shorty!

- That's it.

Where did they get

your garrison cap, major?

I don't know, Stern.

Evil versus evil, I guess.

Recover! Knife!

Stick him, Shorty!

Stick that kraut again!

Come on, Shorty!

His name is Major Wright.

This is the only film we have.

It was found next to

a dying newsreel cameraman.

The film was made during an attack

on the village of Agrigento

in which the target is believed

to have been Benito Mussolini.

Our new contact says that even now,

this officer is training another group

drawn from American

prisoners sentenced to death

or long terms of imprisonment.

The whole story seems

a little incredible, general.

Are you sure you're not wasting

money on this, uh, this informant?

It is the opinion of our

senior agent in Ireland

that the story

is absolutely true.

Well, maybe you're right.

The whole country worships

outlaws and gangsters.

Now they've drafted them

into the Army, I suppose.

I've made arrangements to receive

further reports from this informant.

And we will supply all

necessary technical equipment

needed for transmission

in the future.

One moment, please.

The Reich's

chancellery, general.

General Richter.

Yes, mein Fhrer.

No, mein Fhrer,

it will not be a problem.

We shall be in Istanbul

on September the 3rd.

Yes, mein Fhrer.

Thank you.

If there is nothing

further, gentlemen...

And you honestly believe

that this man can take

a bunch of misfits, murderers...

and common thieves

and turn them into

a cohesive fighting machine?

Oh, it is not an entirely

original concept, gentlemen:

A "legion of the damned."

Ordinarily, I'd be the first man out,

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