The Victors Page #6

No.

After this, I'll be more miserable

than I ever was.

Then why go, hmm?

because the only friends I've got

are out there.

Friends! Friends!

What can they do for you?

Have you forgotten how you have

lived for the last three days?

No.

I'm sorry.

You've been very good to me.

And I appreciate it,

but not enough, I guess.

I'm sorry.

- You're really going?

- Yeah.

Then go.

Go out there and die.

I hope you die.

I hope you get killed.

(SPITS)

(SOLDIER 1) Come on, over here!

(SOLDIER 2) Come on, Chase!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(COMMENTATOR) At the National

Airport, new flying ambulances,

In her first public appearance

as wife of the President,

Mrs Truman

does the traditional honours,

but the traditional champagne bottle

doesn't cooperate,

(PEOPLE LAUGH)

With great good nature,

the new First Lady

joins in the crowd's laughter,

Now let's see how

her military aide meets the crisis,

I'll use my baseball grip,

Come on, put her

right across the plate,

Now the Navy steams

to the rescue with a hammer

hidden just under

the nose of the plane,

You can see it if you look sharp,

But even the hammer

misses on the first try,

Well, well! All's well that ends well,

Eleven years ago, she was

Little Miss Marker,

Today she's Mrs John Agar,

After a five-month engagement,

Hollywood's famed Shirley Temple

becomes the bride

of aviation engineer sergeant

John Agar, Jr,

Crowds outside Wilshire

Methodist Church get hard to handle

as the couple leave

for the wedding reception,

At Shirley's Brentwood home,

friends offer their congratulations,

Sergeant Agar, on a seven-day

furlough to wed his 17-year-old bride,

will head for overseas as soon

as he completes his basic training,

But for the future, a fond world

wishes them health and happiness,

(SOLDIERS MUMBLING)

Hey, replacement.

Get this dog outta here.

It's not bothering anyone.

Well, it's bothering me.

We don't want any dogs around here.

Why not? It's only a pup.

They're dirty.

And they have fleas.

And they make dirt.

Now, if I get one louse on me,

I'll break your back.

Here, puppy.

(SOLDIERS MUMBLING)

Puppy? Here, puppy. Puppy?

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Sergeant.

If it's about that dog, don't bother me.

but it's a shame

to keep a dog tied up all day.

Let him go.

It's only a puppy.

Don't you feel sorry for it?

Sure. I feel sorry for it.

I feel sorry for everybody.

Feel sorry for myself, too.

- but everybody likes a dog.

- Well, my men don't.

They don't like me either.

I never did anything to any of them.

I didn't ask to be sent here.

Well, neither did they.

Maybe they don't like you

because you're three years late.

You've been back home all this time,

they've been here.

- Well, that's not my fault.

- It doesn't matter whose fault.

but they've got enough

to worry about,

and any way they want it

is good enough for me.

Now I don't wanna hear

any more about it.

I mean it.

Hey, Weaver.

Listen.

We don't keep dogs any more

because...when we move out,

we have to shoot 'em.

Otherwise, they'd starve to death.

You see?

I'll give you some advice.

It's different out here.

It's not like back home at all.

If you want to stay healthy,

don't make any trouble.

Don't get on anybody's nerves.

You understand?

(SOLDIER) Okay, snap it up!

Snap it up!

Stupid idiot! I'm fed up with you.

Look at that crazy dog.

Ah, that's too bad.

Hey, give him a whistle, will ya?

(WHISTLE)

Here he comes.

- (GROGAN) Fifty bucks?

- You got yourself a bet.

(C*CKS GUN)

(GROGAN) You call yourself

a soldier? Give me that rifle!

(GUNSHOT)

(GROGAN) That's fifty you owe me.

You know,

it takes a soldier to do that.

Don't overdo it now.

No, just a couple of sets of tennis

before tea, that's all.

Excuse me. If you're waiting

for the bus to blanton,

I'm afraid it isn't due

for another two hours. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Is there a movie

around here somewhere?

- I mean, a cinema?

- Doesn't open till this evening.

Why don't you come in

and have a cup of tea?

- No, thanks.

- No trouble. My wife's just making it.

Please, we'd like to have you.

Anyway, there's nothing else open.

- Come on.

- Thank you.

- Are you in the hospital at blanton?

- No. I want to visit a friend there.

- He'll have a cup of tea.

- Oh, glad you came in.

- The buses are terrible nowadays.

- Thank you.

- My name's Frank Chase.

- Pleased to meet you, Frank.

It wasn't easy

to get him out of the rain,

but, uh, I talked him into it.

This is my wife, Joan.

This is my son's wife, Eileen.

The boys are Tom,

after his father, and William.

The little one's Fiona.

She came after Tom's last leave.

- And my name's Dennis.

- How do you do?

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

Let me take your mac.

You must be soaking.

- Thank you.

- That's fine.

Now just go over to the fire.

Make yourself comfortable

and I'll help with the tea.

Thank you.

Gonna be a soldier

when you grow up?

No. Me dad don't like it.

Good for him.

Your bus should be along soon.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Did you good. You were tired.

- but you don't want to miss your bus.

- No.

- The rain's stopped.

- Good.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

Well...I was the life

of the party, wasn't l?

Oh, thank you for the tea.

It was very kind of you.

No, it wasn't. You're welcome.

- I hope your husband's home soon.

- Thank you.

better hurry.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Thanks very much.

- Goodbye.

- Look after yourself.

If you're by this way again,

please come in.

I will. Next time I'll try to stay awake.

Sarge?

Sarge?

- (CRAIG) Who's there?

- Sarge?

Stupid idiot. Get outta here.

(GASPS)

Hiya, Sarge!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

(ALL SPEAK GERMAN)

Cold, ja? Winter's coming.

(TROWER) Your English

is coming along, too.

- Helga home?

- Helga? Nein, nein.

Helga is coming... Ein Moment... bald.

- (TROWER) Soon?

- Soon. She's coming soon.

(WOMAN SPEAKS GERMAN)

Hey, that smells good.

Wonderful.

(BOTH SPEAK GERMAN)

Please don't do that.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

- For Helga.

- Ah, for Helga.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

She said, when you go home,

she'll be sad in heart.

Who's going home?

I think they forgot all about me.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Mother say, uh, it is a shame, uh,

to keep away from home so long

when war finished.

Uh...but when Americans go,

who would, uh...

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

-..protect us from Russians?

- Yeah.

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

Hey, that's Helga!

Ah. The boyfriend, huh?

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

Two little German eggs.

I'm sister of Helga.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Chair, please?

- (SPEAKS GERMAN)

They are ashamed from me.

I have a Russian boyfriend.

- A captain.

- That's nice.

He gave me this.

And this.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Cigarette?

- No thanks.

Father?

Go on, Father, take.

The Sergeant won't care.

He will give you some

American cigarettes, too.

- You sell them, get rich.

- No, danke.

Are you speaking German?

No, not much.

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