02x03 - Masquerade

[bunniefuu]

How is it, Kirby?

Ah, it stopped bleeding already.

Caje, what'd you have to knock me out of the way for?

Another lousy three inches and I would have been sent to Battalion aid!

Be good for a couple of days.

Hey! You never know, I'd go back there and maybe an infection would set in,

I'd get send all the way back to Paris!

Yeah, okay, Kirby.

Next time a Kraut grenade drops by, you're on your own, buddy!

Okay, okay. That's a deal.

Hey!

Hey, watch out.

Sergeant.

We have an important prisoner to take to Battalion, can you direct us?

Not Battalion, Lieutenant, but our company's down the road a ways. Maybe you can drop him off there.

No soap, Sarge.

Joker's a Kraut colonel, he goes right to the top.

And you ride along with him, right?

I told you we've been working the wrong part of the line.

What outfit you from corporal?



- We're just pulling back from...
- All right, Corporal.


- All right, Corporal.
- We're just pulling back from...

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, our platoon is down the road about a quarter mile in a village.

Maybe they can tell you where Battalion is.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Hey, Lieutenant sir, if you're going that way, maybe you could drop me at platoon?

See, I kind of got wrecked up back there...

Kirby.

Well, what do you say buddy?

Hubba, hubba!

[speaking German]

English!

From now on, we speak only English!

[speaking German]

Do you know where we are?

Yes, I know exactly where we are.

I just don't know where the stupid Americans keep their Battalion headquarters.

And it's not likely we'll find it on a German map!

Well, then destroy it! Burn it!

I'm sorry.

I'll remember to speak in English.

Just you do that, Lieutenant.

What about that Kraut Colonel riding

and here's this wounded G.I that has to make it on his own.

I'm not kidding you, Little John. They got a manual someplace that they ain't shown us.

It says that Colonels gotta ride.

Don't matter what happens to them or what side they happen to be on. They gotta ride.

[expl*si*n]

You're okay. Now just take it easy.

Take it easy.

You all right?

You must have hit a mine.

A mine?

Colonel.

Not dead?

Not yet. Just give him a couple minutes, he will be.

Well, can he...

Can you help me get this thing off of him?

Why don't you go back and get yourself another one? It'll be just as easy.

Kirby, shut up and give him a hand!

You too, Little John.

Your Lieutenant's going to be okay.

Lt. Comstock.

It's Cpl. Kanger. You're all right.

Lt. Comstock?

Lt. Comstock, it's Cpl. Kanger.

You're all right.

Lt. Comstock, it's Cpl. Kanger.

What happened?

You hit a mine, Lieutenant. The two of you were thrown clear.

The Kraut wasn't so lucky.

Is he alive?

Yeah.

Hey Sarge, can you...

Have your men fix up a litter? Get that Kraut back to Battalion?

Give him a hand here with a litter.

Thanks a lot, Sarge.

This Kraut joker means a lot to us.

We lost two men getting him.

We'll get him back to our platoon, notify Battalion aid.

They'll send someone to look at him.

Yeah, that's a good idea, Sergeant.

Hey, take it easy with him.

We'll get him back to Battalion.

Yeah.

You ride.

They always ride.

How much longer can it be?

Do they realize how important this man is?

Got to get him back!

Battalion aid said that Capt. Sims is the best surgeon around.

No sense in all of us standing around doing nothing.

If you and the Corporal want some java, they got a pot on down the way.

No coffee for me, Lieutenant.

If you'd like some, I'll be glad to stick it out here.

All right.

I think I will have some java.

Sergeant.

Show the Lieutenant where he can get himself a cup of coffee.

- How do you feel, Lieutenant?
- Fine.

Good.

Where you from, Lieutenant?

St. Paul.

Oh, Twin City, right?

Gateway to the west.

I had a buddy that took basic up by Duluth, that's Camp...

I can't help you on that. I'm ROTC myself from the University.

- In Minnesota?
- Yeah.

You had some pretty good football teams there just before the w*r.

Baseball's my game.

New York Yankees, Joe DiMaggio.

- Chicago Cubs, Gabby Hartnett.
- Yeah.

Detroit Tigers.

Detroit Tigers.

You've been up here too long, haven't you, Lieutenant?

No.

I've been stationed behind the lines for awhile.

Back there, the w*r is a game of

numbers and statistics, without any meaning.

Now, the numbers have meaning.

Coffee's over here, Lieutenant.

Okay, Sergeant. I could use a...cup of java.

George!

Well, I think he's going to be all right, Corporal.

Can't be moved for awhile yet.

We gotta get him back to Battalion.

Well, I'm sorry. I can't authorize his being moved. He's lost too much blood.

They need that Kraut back at Battalion!

The Colonel's important; they get him to talk, it could save hundreds of lives.

Well, I appreciate your concern, Corporal.

I'm sure any commendation you may expect back at Battalion can wait just a little while longer.

Yes, sir.

Well, I did everything I could for him, Lieutenant.

But right now, he needs about four hours rest.

I'll send an ambulance for him around...

Oh, 3:30, say?

Whatever time that is.



Want me give you a lift anywhere, Lieutenant?

- If I get back to company.
- Fine, hop in.

Captain?

I got a little out of line, sir. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Let's go.

Four hours before he can be moved.

But he's all right and he'll live?

Yes, Lieutenant. He'll live.

- I am only concerned with the success of the completion of this mission.
- Yes, Lieutenant.

We can't stand here for four hours.

Why don't we join the...

Oh, I forgot. The officers can't fraternize.

Goodbye, officer.

I'll check to you.

What's the name of the game, fellas?

Dealers' choice. You wanna get in?

- Yeah, just until the end of the w*r.

[overlapping chatter]

All right, let's deal the cards!

Come on, let's go! Hubba, hubba, hubba!

Weber, that's two deals? Why you trying to squeeze in an extra one?

Well, the deal doesn't count of nobody opens.

Mickey mouse games.

You'll have us playing 'ol Mother Goose before you're done.

How much you drop?

You clowns haven't touched me yet.

I'm still working on my small bills.

Well, stick around Corporal, maybe we'll work up to your stakes.

Don't get me wrong. I just made a k*lling in a game back in my outfit.

Any game you'd make a k*lling in, I'd want to play in.

I'll open.

How do I get tranferred to your outfit?

Talk to the Lieutenant.

Three.

I'll fold, friend.

Hey, what's with that Lieutenant anyway?

Don't he know we're all fighting the same w*r?

What do you want? He's a college kid. Y'know, ROTC?

I want to stand, Pat.

Ask him the meaning of the w*r, he'll do 20 minutes.

I'll bet five.

All blue.

The Lieutenant lectures and you bet from a cut hand.

What do you guys do for a w*r down at your outfit?

Look buddy, don't say nothing about the Lieutenant. At least not in front of me!

He pulled me out from a Kraut machine g*n nest when all the rest of our jokers had given up on me.

I don't know about your boy but I like having my Lieutenant close by.

Okay, okay. I get the point.

Okay! Hubba, hubba, hubba.

What do you say we have a little, open on guts?

Hubba, hubba, hubba, hubba.

Now I know what they mean when they say 'blood money'.

Just what kind of a k*lling did you make at your outfit anyway?

It's a 500 franc note with a little blood on it. How do I know how it got there?

What did you think I'd do?

Body snatch it off a dead man or something?

You said it, Mac, we didn't.

Come on, come on. Let's get the shoe clerks out of the game.

Fold.

Come on, Come on, Come on. What's a matter with you guys? The money's good!

What happened?

The money they gave us. One of the bills had some blood on it.

What did you do?

It threw me.

I said what I had to say.

We can't stand around out here. Let's go.

[wheezing]

How's he doing, buddy?

He's resting easy. Captain said...

Yeah, I know what the Captain said.

Hey!

Yeah, look! He's coming out of it now.

Hey, Corporal!

Knock it off.

All we're concerned with, Sergeant, is getting this man back to Battalion headquarters

as quickly as possible and returning to our own outfit.

Now you can understand that.

Lieutenant, if you're so anxious to get back to your outfit, you can go right now.

We'll see that the prisoner gets sent on.

[patient screaming]

He's coming out of the shock, Sarge.

I don't think he'll make it back to Battalion. That's a rough road.

Our C.O was very specific about getting this man back to Battalion.

And I'm responsible for doing that.

Now they have men there trained to interrogate ranking officers.

It will still be there in four hours, Lieutenant.

He should go now.

All I know is what the doctor told me. He gets sent back to Battalion in four hours.

I say he goes now.

Look, Corporal.

If you want, I could turn my back and you could go find a vehicle.

Then you and the Lieutenant can take your prisoner anywhere you want.

But it's your problem and it's your responsibility.

You could turn up at Battalion with a dead body and a fancy uniform.

And you can do the explaining.

You sure have a lot of sensitivity to these Krauts, Sarge. How do you make out like that around here?

The w*r's over for him. I don't see any point in kicking him to death.

I go see if I can't scrounge up a vehicle.

Perhaps the Sergeant is right, Corporal.

It's only a few more hours until they send the ambulance.

Yes, sir.

Our C.O is a tough joe.

A real tough joe.

When he gives an order, everybody jumps.

Sometimes we jump so fast, we forget our responsibilities. You know what I mean, Sergeant?

Sure, Lieutenant.

Rauch! Rauch!

'Rauch'?

I never got past 'zigaretten'.

Yeah, 'rauch', it's part of the verb 'to smoke'.

That and four years of college wins him a gold bar, Sarge.

Well, what do you say we forget the lectures for a while, Lieutenant, and go and get a little chow?

Keep an eye on our boy, Sarge.

We'll be back for him.

You don't understand.

You have got to be flexible.

To be able to change your plans when you have to.

We'll think of something.

The plans must be changed.

The Colonel was supposed to be sacrificed as a prisoner, not k*lled.

You'll find another method of getting through to Battalion.

You're inhuman!

A machine.

A machine with a certain facility for American words and no more!

Rauch?

Y'know Lieutenant, you may be right.

Maybe the...

group leaders thought of me that way.

Inhuman.

Let me tell you something about us inhumans.

We all have one thing in common.

An instinct for survival.

Now one more slip, Lieutenant, and I may have to k*ll you.

Just so this animal can survive.

Sarge! Krauts!

Up there, Lieutenant.

Get a shot out that window. That looks pretty safe.

You go on up, I'll cover you.

Cover me? What happens if you have to sh**t?

If you mean that man back there.

I couldn't get a clear shot at him.

- The Sergeant saw you, is that what you're going to tell him?
- Yes.

Yes. I couldn't get a clear shot.

Not one? Not one clean shot? Not the whole time?

I can explain it.

Perhaps my g*n jammed.

Sure, Lieutenant.

There were many reasons why I couldn't sh**t that man.

There will be no more mistakes. You'll see.

They have no reason to suspect.

You go ahead, I'll cover you.

Über Leutnant!

It was just a probing action, Lieutenant.

They were just as anxious to get out as we were.

Any casualties?

No casualties.

Y'know Lieutenant, I've been wondering about those two men that came with the Kraut Colonel.

Yeah?

I don't know. There's something off somewhere. I've been wondering about them.

Saunders.

I thought you said there weren't any casualties.

I didn't think there were any.

He's a good man.

Yeah. Thank you.

You two must have been together a long time.

Yeah, long enough.

Sarge, what about that ambulance?

It'll be here.

Where did you say he was from?

The Lieutenant, I mean.

He didn't say.

Out west.

Out west?

I'm from out west. Where abouts?

You ever been in Jersey City, Sergeant?

Back there, you're either from New York,

or you're from 'out west'.

Who knows? From Seattle to Wisconsin.

That's all you know about him?

Just that he was from 'out west'?

He was a good man though.

Hey, Sarge. Maybe the Lieutenant ought to reach those jokers up at Battalion.

See if they haven't forgotten about our prize package in there.

Okay, you keep an eye out here and I'll check inside.

Yeah. Okay, Sarge. Hubba, hubba!

Yeah.

Hubba, hubba.

Same?

Can I talk to you a minute, Lieutenant?

Yeah, sure.

It's about those two soldiers from the 594th.

I'd like you to call Battalion on them.

Call Battalion?

Yes, sir. To see if the 594th is carrying them on the roster.

Look, I'm pretty busy. Let's play games tomorrow, Saunders.

I'm not playing games, Lieutenant.

Those two, they just don't add up.

Lieutenant.

I think they're Krauts.

I've got reasons. They're not big ones but I got a lot of them.

Well, suppose you start with number one.

All right, what about the way they're trying to get this wounded Colonel back to Battalion?

They scream at every delay.

They want to get him back alive.

Lieutenant, it just doesn't add up!

A four hour delay?

I talk to Lt. Comstock before he was k*lled

and I don't know what it is, Lieutenant, but there's something strange about him.

A lot of second Lieutenants are strange.

Besides, Kanger fits.

Does he, Lieutenant?

Does he really fit? Just another G.I?

He's always trying to make a point. He's always pushing like that 'hubba hubba' talk.

Lieutenant, supposing he is a Kraut?

and he gets back to Battalion? He can cause a lot of damage.

He can knock off the top brass, blow up the message center.

and the further back he goes, the more damage he can do.

They need that man back at Battalion.

Now, I can't delay him any more because of your feelings.

- Look, Lieutenant...
- That's all, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

[cheering & whooping]

[laughing]

Man, you ought to retire before you k*ll someone!

Hey, Cooper! How did you let yourself get this close to the action?

Ah, so this is w*r?

You know something? I'm sure glad you're up here.

Makes me feel warm and safe back in my sack at night just knowing you're here.

Listen here, I volunteered for this mission.

And when the Colonel found out about it, he said

if you get through all right, you got yourself a couple days of rest and rehabilitation.

Now if you'll excuse me gentlemen, I have things to do.

Hey, Sergeant.

Cooper? Names' Kanger, 594th, I'll be going back with you.

Oh, well it's always a pleasure to meet one of our fighting men, Corporal.

- I'll give you a hand with the litter.
- Yeah, come on, come on.
Oh, well it's always a pleasure to meet one of our fighting men, Corporal.

- Yeah, come on, come on.
- I'll give you a hand with the litter.

How about it, buddies, our Colonel ready to go?

We have to wait, Corporal. There's going to be a delay.

Delay!?

Waiting for a call from Battalion.

- Oh, come on, Lieutenant!
- We wait, Corporal.
Waiting for a call from Battalion.

- We wait, Corporal.
- Oh, come on, Lieutenant!

Yes, sir.

[groans]

How you doin', Doc?

I'm all right, how you doin', Doctor?

[groans] Oh, all right.

Hey, I was just wondering if this...

guy's going to be all right to answer a few questions when we get him back yonder.

I don't know.

I've done all I can. Maybe back at Battalion.

You seem to be doing just fine.

He doesn't seem to respond like he should. I don't know.

Not a young man.

Yeah, don't you worry now. He's going to get back all right.

I done lost three this week already. That's my limit.

Roughest thing in the world, isn't it?

Just sitting around, waiting.

Yeah, it sure is, Sarge.

That's the Army for you.

Just like in England, waiting for D-Day. You remember?

Yeah, that was rough.

Where abouts were you stationed in England?

No place in particular. They just kept moving us around, y'know.

Hey, Sarge. You got a smoke?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Thanks.

Seems to me like the...

the 594th was stationed in the same camp with us once.

Right outside of Sheffield.

Sheffield?

That must have been before I joined them.

Before you joined them? You mean, you didn't come over with them?

Yeah, I came over later as a replacement.

Sheffield, huh?

How'd you like it there? How long were you there?

Quite a while.

How were the girls? Were they friendly?

- Yeah, they were real friendly. Now look...
- Wait a minute, Sergeant.

I ask you that for a reason.

You see, ever since I met you...

I've been watching you and thinking about you. You strike me as a joe that

doesn't really ever have any kicks.

You're not married?

Engaged?

You got a city girl?

What's your kick, Sergeant?

[ringing]

Hanley.

Yes, sir.

I've got it, sir.

Yes, sir. Out.

Take off.

Yes, sir!

Well, come on you guys! Let's go!

Always pleasant doing business with you, sir!

Comstock, David E. Lieutenant.

Kanger, Arnold. Corporal.

Both carried on the roster of the 594th.

You satisfied, Sergeant?

[overlapping chatter]

- So long, Doctor.
- Hey, hey, Doc?

You know something? Looks like you could use a little rest and rehabilitation yourself!

All right, I'll drive and you stay here.

No way, man! You'll heal in a hurry.

Hey, bring back some comic books next trip will you?

[gasping]

Raus!

[speaking German]

[distant expl*si*n]

Krauts.

Sounds like .88s

Right. Out.

- 88s, Lieutenant.
- Yeah, on our flank.
Right. Out.

- Yeah, on our flank.
- 88s, Lieutenant.

Looks like they're going to push at the 2nd Battalion a little bit.

One more thing.

S-2 just checked.

Comstock and Kanger....

were reported missing in action five days ago.

I was right.

What happened?

Have a look at him. He looks like he's choking or something.

Well, I ain't no doctor! I'm a medic.

Moving out!

What's the word, Sarge?

The Krauts are moving up their .88s, they're going to try to break through around the 39th. We'll be all right for awhile.

Well, I don't mean about that. I mean about that Cpl. Kanger.

Nothing. No sign of him at Battalion yet.

Well, it just doesn't seem right. Those Krauts wearing our uniform.

You get so you expect almost anything but...

Yeah, it's like they wasn't fighting according to rules, is that what you mean?

- Yeah, kind of.
- There aren't any rules in w*r, Little John.

There's still plenty of Krauts out there in their own uniforms. Let's worry about them.

How do you suppose they got ahold of those uniforms, Kirby?

I don't know. You take that money with all the blood on it?

Must have got it the same way, I guess.

Anything new on Kanger yet, Sarge?

No.

I just can't get used to it. Sitting there for the whole game across from that Kraut.

He could have thrown a grenade in that pot anytime he felt like it.

That ambulance still hasn't reached Battalion.

- I'm sending you back.
- Why?

Well, you can identify Kanger on sight.

Also, you made contact with the three of them first.

HQ will want to question you about it. Find out their technique. They're expecting a lot more of them through soon.

The Krauts are concentrating on the the line with us to the north so the road ahead ought to be pretty clear.

- Scrounge yourself up a jeep.
- Right.

End of the line, buddy!

- I have to get to Battalion!
- Forget it.

There's a bridge out up ahead.

- It's out, huh?
- Yeah.

What about that road over there? Can I swing around?

No dice. It's full of pot holes.

An ambulance just broke a wheel before it went fifty yards.

- An ambulance?
- Yeah.

- Is it still there?
- I said it broke a wheel, didn't I?

- [g*nshots]
- Is that them or us?

Them. I hear there's Kraut patrols moving in.

Hey!

Hey! What's all the fuss?

I'm after a guy named Kanger.

It's Cooper.

Wearing Kanger's tags.

Look, pal. You better tell me what's going on here.

Krauts have been sneaking through the lines. 50, I heard!

Is he one of them?

No, but the guy who k*lled him is.

Was he driving the ambulance?

No. Another guy, thinner.

Did you talk to him after the ambulance piled up?

No. By the time I got here, he was running up that hill.

Hey!

Hey! There's Krauts moving up on that flank!

Hubba, hubba, Sergeant!

Ah!

Take off your sidearm, Sergeant. Throw it over there.

Hubba, hubba.

You know I spent three weeks in an American prison camp just to learn words like that.

It was easy. No strain.

They believed me, just like all of you.

It was an Italian.

From Vermont.

Capital, Montpelier.

A little while it will be dark and

PFT Vito Condi will make his way back through the American lines.

That's too bad he's only a PFC. I was counting on making Sergeant today.

Don't sweat though, Sergeant.

You hit it lucky.

There's a German patrol making way up the hill.

I'm going to turn you over to them.

Sergeants are always good to take back for interrogation.

Believe me, Sergeant.

If I wasn't such a good soldier, I'd be wearing your stripes tonight.

Sure. I believe you.

Of course, you believe me! All Americans believe.

[chuckles]

The great American sucker.

Make them cry and you can sell them anything you got for sale.

I know. I lived over there for ten years.

They tried to get me with their sentimental emotionalism.

I wouldnt buy it. I never forgot who I was.

I never forgot what I was worth.

Good for you.

[calling in German]

They're not suckers.

They doubt. They question.

I told them who I was.

I told them I have a prisoner, to come up.

They're coming up!

[g*nsh*t]

You missed him.

See any others?

Hold your fire!

I'm an American!

My name is Saunders!

Sergeant!

I'm from the 361st!

I'm wounded!

I can't make it...I can't make it any further!

Where are you from in the states?

From Illinois!

What's the capital of Illinois?

Springfield. Springfield.

Give us your full name, rank and serial number.

We'll check you out.

I can't...

I can't make it...

can't make it...

You suckers.