The Victors Page #2

Poor little baby, she cry.

I have babies.

Three. I.

- How old are they?

- How old?

Four...and six...and nine.

I had another one.

She died.

(BAKER) Do you miss your kids?

Yes, yes...very much.

(BABY CRYING)

The last time I saw my little one,

she like this.

Your lady...let me hold baby?

- Let him hold her.

- No.

He won't hurt her.

You always let me hold her.

He knows her better than I.

He has three. You heard him.

Let him hold her.

Don't be afraid. Come on.

(BAKER) Don't be afraid.

(HUMMING)

Look! She's smiling!

She smiled at me.

She likes you.

All right, give her back now.

Thank you very much.

Very nice baby.

Very nice baby.

Got to go now.

back to barracks, to sleep.

(CHUCKLES)

- Cheerio.

- Cheerio.

- Cheerio.

- Cheerio.

Pretty baby.

God bless baby.

You're a good girl.

That was a kind thing you did

when you let him hold the baby.

You are a good man.

You have a good heart.

I put baby sleep.

You wait, please.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC)

(MARCHING BAND MUSIC)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(TRUCK ENGINE REVS)

Pretty soft for your guys, Craig,

coming and going by truck.

I can remember

when soldiers used to walk.

Yeah? Well, I don't see

your guys walking.

Move it!

(SERGEANT LAUGHS)

Where's your sentries, Craig?

(LAUGHS)

Little bo Peep has lost his sheep.

(DRUNKEN SINGING)

(BOTTLES SMASHING)

Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

How could you let this happen?

It seemed like a good idea

at the time.

(CRAIG) All right, the party's over!

- Hiya, Sarge.

- Upstairs, all of you.

On the double. Come on, move!

Come on.

You can report me for that

if you want to.

Anybody else gets funny,

and I'll do it again.

Now move!

Come here!

- Turn those spigots off!

- Yes, Sergeant.

(SERGEANT LAUGHING)

(CRAIG) Come on, come on.

All right, let's go.

With all they've drunk

on empty stomachs,

they'll get sunstroke out there.

You should have

thought of that before.

- Sarge, I've got to apologise.

- I'm not interested.

I wanna tell you I'm sorry.

Will you let me apologise?

(MUMBLING)

(LAUGHING)

(ARGUING)

I don't want to hear any more!

Understand? Get back to the truck.

- Come on, Sarge.

- Let go of my ear!

- I told you, let go!

- Come on...

Put me down, damn it!

Put me down! You let go... Moose!

Get away from me.

Sarge, I gotta apologise.

So help me, if you put your hands

on me again, I'll kill you.

Now get in the truck.

What's the matter, old buddy?

What's the matter, buddy?

You okay? You sick?

Would you feel any better

if you hit me again, Sarge?

Just get into the truck.

Oh, well, now I've seen everything.

(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)

I wouldn't laugh too soon,

if I were you.

Just give me a hand, thanks.

Come on, old buddy. Into the truck.

(GROGAN) Oh, Sarge, I'll help you.

Sarge, I'll help you.

I'll help you, Sarge.

I'll help you, Sarge.

(CRAIG) Here you are, take this.

(GROGAN) I'll help you.

I'll help you, Sarge.

I helped you, Sarge.

Good old Sarge.

There you are, Craig. As fine

a body of men as I've ever seen.

Hey! Where have mine gone?

I told you not to laugh too soon.

(TRUCK ENGINE REVS)

Oh, no. In the back, in the back.

I don't even want to look at you.

I understand.

(SOLDIERS) Hey!

(SOLDIERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Keep moving, keep moving!

Cut across that field

and get under those trees.

What do you want me to do?

Run over the Captain's vegetables?

Why don't you pull up

right in front of his door?

I'm sorry, Sarge.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

I worked hard for these stripes, too.

I was up for staff.

That's the way it goes, Sarge.

You do your best and some jerk

comes along and louses you up.

Yeah, but...

(CHASE) Good afternoon, sir.

Sergeant...

Yes, sir?

Looks like you worked those men

pretty hard today.

Yes, sir.

No sense in being a slave driver.

No, sir.

I mean, there's no point

in working them into the ground.

- No, sir.

- Is there?

No. No, no, sir.

They look like a pretty good bunch

to me. Huh?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

And this is a rest area.

I think you can afford to take it easy

with them now and then.

- Yes, sir.

- They'll be going back into action...

- pretty soon.

- Yes, sir.

- And...well, that's all, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

Thanks.

but you're getting busted,

just the same.

- You're not safe.

- I know.

I guess I'm just not the type.

Why did you let 'em all get drunk?

I don't know.

I ought to wake 'em up

and get 'em dug in.

Oh, plenty of time, Sarge.

Let 'em sleep. They deserve it. Here.

Here's your share.

You deserve it, too.

No, I'm fine.

I filled up with a nice dry white wine.

That's all yours.

I can't make you out, fella.

I could've sworn

you had leadership qualities.

You'd have made Sergeant

in another six months.

but you got no sense

of responsibility.

You just don't give a damn.

Why? Why?

I don't know.

but don't let it worry you, Joe.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Do I know you?

No, I guess you don't know me.

I'm just a clean-cut

American corporal away from home.

Well, I'm an American, too.

You are? What in the world

are you doing here?

Wait a minute, sonny.

What part of Texas you from?

- brooklyn.

- Now, you must be kidding me, son.

- brooklyn ain't in Texas.

- Why, sure it is. brooklyn, Texas.

Are you sure

you ain't a German spy?

You're too little to be from Texas.

Speak to me, spy.

Hamburger,

tuna fish salad, malted milk,

apple pie la mode,

with ice cream, sir.

And don't you ever forget

Southern Fried Chicken.

Ain't it wonderful?

I'd like to buy you a drink.

- What would you like?

- bier, bitte.

Two beers, please,

Miss Waitress, ma'am.

Them ltalians is wonderful, ain't they?

Coon hunting tonight.

Any n*ggers in here?

(WOMAN ON RADIO)

# Let's remember Pearl Harbor

# And go on to victory

Couple of real pretty ones, too.

# History in every century

# Records an act that lives

forevermore

- # We'll recall, as into line we fall

- (PUNCHING AND GROANS)

# The thing that happened

on Hawaii's shore

# Let's remember Pearl Harbor,,,

MPs!

# Let's remember Pearl Harbor

# As we did the Alamo

# We will always remember

# How they died for Liberty

# Let's remember Pearl Harbor

# And go on to victory #

- What happened?

- I don't know. They fight.

Do you know any of them?

- Any damage?

- Only business.

If this happens again, we'll have to

mark you off limits. Sorry.

- Grazie mille.

- Hey, why they fight?

You all same peoples.

Americani, camerati. Why you fight?

I really don't know.

# Let's remember Pearl Harbor

# As we did the Alamo

# We will always remember

# How they died for Liberty

# Let's remember Pearl Harbor

# And go on to victory #

(COMMENTATOR)

On the 6th of June, 1944,

the great secret is divulged: D-Day,

Aboard a British warship

with Admiral Ramsay,

General Eisenhower keeps his finger

on the pulse of battle

by personal observation

and is joined by General Montgomery

for consultations

on the progress of our landing,

This is it, They're on the beach,

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