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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

WHERE DIRTY HEROES DARE - Episodes 5-7


EPISODE 5

Act I  Scene 4  -  the barracks

The camera pans over the barracks.  The men are in small groups enjoying the minutes before lights out.

There is a game of dominoes going on in a corner.

McQueen [slamming down a domino]:  V is for victory, gentlemen.  I believe this pile of cash and shirt are mine.

A shirtless Ray [grabbing the tile and squeezing it in his palm until it turns to dust]:  You better hope no dominoes fall on this mission.  Like on your head. [sneering]

McQueen wanders over to his bunk and notices a statue of St. Ives that his mother sent to him.  He says to himself:  Damn!  Why did that statue have to remind me of that domino game back in boot camp.  Yeah, I cleaned up then too and then the next day I slipped running over that log on the obstacle course and crushed my testicles.  I wonder how long it will take to lose all this money?  I’m keeping Ray’s shirt, though.  1

Caine and Lancaster lounge on their bunks nearby.

Caine:  Have I shown you a picture of my girl Peggy Sue?

Lancaster:  Woof, that is one ugly girl.

Caine:  Yeah, I know, but she can do things with spam that you would not believe.  Funny thing – this picture belonged to a mate of mind.  He showed it to me and then soon after got killed.  I looked up the girl and I fell in love with her cooking.

Lancaster:  Take a look at this.

Caine:  It’s a poodle.

Lancaster:  That’s Lulu.  She’s a saucy bitch.  I bet you didn’t know I love pets.  If I survive this mission I’m going to open a pet clinic for poor people.  I’ll dedicate my life to helping petkind. If I survive.

Caine:  Of course you'll survive.  We both will.  Why wouldn't we?  I want you to be the best man at my wedding.  Bring Lulu. 

Eastwood lays on his bunk singing a cowboy song. Eastwood:  Roll ‘em, roll ‘em, roll ‘em, keep them doggies rollin…

Quinn:  Hey, cowboy – are you going to sing all night?

Eastwood:  That’s fer sure, that’s fer darn sure.  2

Bronson and Johnson sit on a foot locker.

Bronson:  Man, I got to get out of this place.  I hate all officers and I can’t take any more orders.  This is a bullshit mission and we’re all gonna get killed, I tell ya.  I’m gonna tunnel out of this place tonight.  Are you interested?  3

Johnson:  Being the designated ladies’ man, I would like to go AWOL so I can get to London to visit a bird I met and get some scrambled eggs.  Hopefully at the same time, if you get my drift. [leering]

Thomas has drawn a crowd.

Knotts:  Do some impressions, Terry.

Thomas:  “You’re a brave man.  Go break through the lines.  And remember, while you’re out there risking your life and limb through shot and shell, we’ll be in here thinking what a sucker you are.”

Knotts:  Groucho!

Thomas:  “So, they call me Concentration Camp Ehrhardt, do they?”

Knotts:  Jack Benny!

Thomas:  “I wish, I wish, I wish I were a fish”

Knotts:  Not a clue.  4 

Redford [laying on his bed with his baseball bat extended over his chest]:  This is my bat, this is my prick.  This is for bashing heads, this is for kicks.  5

A pillow comes flying through the air knocking the bat out of his hands.  Immediately a pillow fight breaks out among the men.  Ray is peeing on himself as Quinn tickles him. 

Jaeckel [waving feathers out of his path]:  All right, children.  Lights out.  You have a long day of training tomorrow.  And I better not hear anyone asking for a glass of water during the night.  And if you have to go to the head, do not bring a loaded rifle.

1 -  The Longest Day

2 -  Battleground

3 -  The Dirty Dozen

4 -  Stalag 17

5 -  Full Metal Jacket

EPISODE 6

Act I  Scene 5  -  The training ground.

Jaeckel stands in front of a dummy.  The misfits are standing in a loose arc.

Jaeckel:  If you are going to be a commando, you have to be able to two things.  First, you have to be able to sneak up and cut a Germans throat from behind.  Second, you have to be able to say something pithy.

Quinn:  Pithy, sarge?

Jaeckel:  It means smart ass, smart ass.  Now one at a time, each of you sneak up on the dummy and slash its throat and then say something bad-ass.  And no copying from someone else.

Each of the men takes his turn.

          -  Thomas:  Tonite you dine in Hell, Nazi.  Save me some kidney pie.  1

          -  Eastwood:  Yippee-ki-yay, get along little doggie.  2

          -  Redford:  Only the dead have seen the end of war – what does it look like?  3

          -  Quinn:  I just made him an offer, but he refused.  4

          -  Ray:  I’m here to chew tobacco and kick ass and I’m all out of chaw.  5

          -  McQueen:  Thank you for being the dumb bastard that died for Germany.  6

          -  Caine:  I’m your boysenberry.  7

          -  Bronson:  Say hello to my little friend which in this case happens to be this knife that I have just cut your jugular vein with causing massive blood loss and your subsequent demise due to me sneaking up on you from behind without you knowing I was there.  8

          -  Johnson:  Hasta la vista, baby.  I’ll be back, but you won’t be.  9

          -  Lancaster:  I’m an errand boy sent by a grocery clerk to collect your bill.  10

          -  Knotts:  I wish I could sleep with the fishes, too.  11

Hartman:  Nicely done, maggots.  I just pray you all get the chance to sneak up on another human fracking being and cut their throat. 

1 -  300

2 -  Die Hard

3 -  Black Hawk Down

4 -  Godfather

5 -  They Live

6 -  Patton

7 -  Tombstone

8 -  Scarface

9 -  Terminator II

10 -  Apocalypse Now

11 -  Godfather

EPISODE 7

The men move on to the obstacle course.  Time for a montage. 

Hartman:  This is no pansy obstacle course.  We adjusted the normal course to reflect the toughness we expect from you.  Take one step forward if you think you are tough enough to be in this unit…  Not so fast Red Shirts.  Oh, I kid you guys.  Just because I don’t know your name doesn’t mean something bad will happen to you.

The men line up in front of the monkey bars.

Johnson:  Sarge.  There’s something moving on the monkey bars.

Hartman:  Those are monkeys, you brainless twiddly-poof.  Why do you think they are called that?  Get going!

Johnson goes hand over hand through the device as monkeys claw at him and screech.

Johnson:  Not the face, not the face!

The men move on to the rope swing.  Several are scratched up and some have monkey feces on them.

John Roe, a Red Shirt, leads the way.  He swings and an alligator grabs his leg and pulls him under.  Nobody cares.

They get to the log which is not straight and still has limbs on it.

McQueen:  Sarge, can I sit this one out?  I had a bad experience with a log at boot camp.

Hartman:  Shut the Hades up.

McQueen runs gingerly on the log clutching his nuts.  He is almost to the end when he slips and crashes face first into the log.

McQueen (spitting out a tooth):  Thank God.  (He pats his nuts.)

They move to the bayonet drill.  Knotts stabs at the dummy like he is trying to tickle it.

Hartman:  Son of a female dog!  Would you like a condom for that bayonet?  (He throws down his clipboard, retaining only the pencil.)  Come at me and try to stab me, you little puke.  You have a bayonet and all I have is this pencil.  (Hartman makes a noise like a chicken.) 

Knotts snaps, let’s out a primal girlish scream, and lunges.  He stabs Sarge in the side.  (The other men exchange high fives.)

Hartman:  For Christsakes, you stabbed me, you little bastard!

Knotts:  But Sarge, you told me to try to stab you.

Hartman:  Dammit, I wasn’t serious, you idiot.  You have a bayonet and all I had was a pencil!  Are you kidding me?  What kind of psychopath attacks a guy holding a pencil with a bayonet?  1

They jog over to a railroad track where a locomotive and six box cars sit.  A pile of pugil sticks is on the ground.

Hartman:  All right, lice.  Pair off and each of you grab a pugil stick.  Then pick a box car and climb on top.

Caine:  Sarge, aren’t we going to get in a ring?

Jaeckel:  I’ve killed 32 Germans and none of them were in a ring.  However, about a dozen were in fights on moving trains.  We’re getting you ready for the real world.

The men climb on top of the box cars and the train starts moving. The men begin to hit each other with the sticks.  Several fall and barely hang on.  John Dough has his back turned when the train enters a tunnel. Nobody cares. 

They go to the rifle range.  The targets look like Hitler with his little mustache and greasy hair.  One arm is in the air in a Nazi salute.

Hartman:  Gentlemen, this is Mr. Charlton Heston.  He is an expert on the use of the sling, having been a mercenary in numerous African wars.

Heston:  All right.  I don’t have a lot of time.  I’m booked for Ghana tomorrow.  I’ve been brought here to train you to hit a human target at twenty paces.  I don’t believe this religious crap about some sling that will miraculously hit its target.  I don’t believe in miracles.  There is no God.  It will take skill.  Grab a sling from the pile and pick up a rock.  (There is some chuckling as the men do as he says.  He watches them intently.)  I hear you laughing about using a sling.  Let me tell you something.  A sling is better than a gun.  It’s more personal.  I don’t believe in guns.  They should be outlawed.

Heston:  (to Redford)  Are you satisfied with that baseball sized rock?

Redford:  Yes.  I reckon I can pitch a strike with it.

Heston:  That shows how much you know, you dumb hick.  Good slinging rocks are flat, not round.  (He quickly grabs a rock and slings it.  The head of one of the Hitler’s comes off.  Polite applause from the men.)  Now you try.

One rock goes through the windshield of a general’s car.  Another lands in the coffee cup of the camp commander.  A third hits the rump of the cavalry commander’s horse causing the horse to run off dragging him from a stirrup.  Another knocks down a barrage balloon.  One hits a German sniper hiding in a tree.  Knotts hits himself in the crotch.  2

They move to the live fire range.  There is wire attached to posts two feet tall.  The wires have some type of guts hanging on them. 

Lancaster:  Sarge, what’s that smell and what’s hanging on the wire?

Hartman:  The smell comes from the pants of the last group that came through here.  To make it more realistic we hang animal entrails on the wire.  Since we were done with the monkeys…

Thomas throws up.

Hartman:  You will crawl across this field under the wire.  Do not lift your head above the wire under any circumstances.  We will have machine guns firing over your heads.

Hartman stands off to the side with Jaeckel as the men crawl through.  He nudges Jaeckel. 

Hartman:  Watch this.  (He makes a gobbling noise.  Johan Deaux lifts his head to look for the turkey and takes a bullet to the head.  Nobody cares.)  3

Hartman:  You did hear me tell them not to lift their head under any circumstances, didn’t you?

Jaeckel:  Yup.  It looks like I’ll be making another trip to the replacement depot to pick up some more Red Shirts.

At the end of a long day, the men double time back to the barracks.  Hartman calls cadence.

               " We love working for FDR

                Let’s us know just who we are

                1-2-3-4 I love the suicide commandoes

                I don’t know but I’ve been told

                Eskimo pies are mighty cold

                Mmm good

                Feel good

                Are good

                Real good

                Taste good

                Good for you

                Good for me"  4

 

1 -  All Quiet on the Western Front

2 -  Animal House

3 -  Sergeant York

4 -  Full Metal Jacket    

Monday, July 22, 2013

WHERE DIRTY HEROES DARE - Episode 3



 
EPISODE 3
 
SCENE 2 – a military prison

Niven and Peck enter a military prison to troll for psycopaths that can be trusted for a dangerous mission behind enemy lines. They are led by the warden who has a big smile on his face.

Warden: So let me get this straight, you want to take away some of my best misfits? Well I happen to have a Lt. Col. Frederick who is very interested in them and he is coming by this afternoon and he’s offering $50 per vert.

Niven: Are you blackmailing me, warden?

Warden: If the combat boot fits, wear it.

Niven: How does $100 each sound and will you take it in cigarettes?

Warden: Deal.

Peck (motioning to the first cell): Here’s our first prospect. [looks at clipboard] This is PFC Eastwood. He’s in for desertion and bank robbery. He conned a squad of men into going behind enemy lines to rob a German bank where the Nazis stored all the silverware they stole from European homes. On the way back they were arrested by a bridging unit and no one knows what happened to the silverware. Not all of them, however. It seems a few of them thought it would be cool to commandeer a German Tiger tank and hook it up with a speaker system. They were heading back to American lines playing “Ride of the Valkyries” when they were hit by a flight of P-47s, several bazookas, and an artillery battery. There was not much left of them. I guess they didn’t know Wagner was a German. 1

Niven: Atten shun soldier!

Eastwood [slowly rises to his feet; he has cut a hole in his blanket and has passed his head through it]: What do you want?

Niven: I’ve got a proposal for you. How would you like to go on a suicide mission that might pass near wherever you hid those forks and spoons? [winks]

Eastwood: That would really make my day.

Niven and Peck move to the next cell.

Peck: This will be PFC Bronson.

Niven: Why are you in here, Pollock?

Bronson: I was recruited for a mission because I was a miner before the war. They needed someone to tunnel into the basement of a French chateau so the unit could kill a bunch of Nazi officers and their "girlfriends". Everything went well until a German came down to get some cognac and spotted us. He locked the door and we could hear grenades being dropped down the ventilation system. Those bastards. They have no concept of fair play in warfare. I managed to crawl back through the tunnel along with a black soldier named Black. When we got out the tunnel we were chased by German shepherds and they caught him. I guess they preferred dark meat. [laughs] It was him or me and he had no chance of outrunning a Polish guy. 2 I got back to England by stealing a row boat and stowing away on a neutral ship. 3

Peck: Where was the crime in that?

Bronson: Actually, I’m in here because my unit cheated in war games before our mission and I was accused of impersonating a general for an inspection. Damn it, that wasn’t even me! 4

Niven: We could use a tunnel rat. Are you interested?

Bronson: I prefer to be called a mole and yes I’ll join you. This cell is suffocating me. The walls are closing in on me. I need to get back to tunneling.

Peck [leading on to the next cell]: Cpl. Van Johnson. He was convicted of mutiny when he disobeyed orders to launch a suicidal attack during a hail storm on Okinawa. That was his second strike after he had stolen strawberries from the mess hall. 5

Van Johnson: Whatever you want I’ll do it. All I ask is that I get some eggs. I’m dying for some scrambled eggs. 6

Niven [chuckling]: I think we can do that.

Peck and Niven move to the next cell. Peck [referring to his clip board]: This next one is a strange case. He was a professional baseball player. Played for the Brooklyn Dodgers. He was convicted of throwing a woman out of a hotel window. It was a first floor window, but she got run over by a cab. The judge found him guilty of manslaughter because he was in a hitting slump and the woman was a Yankee’s fan who was heckling him. The judge gave him the choice of prison or the Army. He’s in this prison because he and his buddies went into a bar that had some sailors in it and a fight broke out, naturally. Redford killed one of them with the bat he always carried. 7

Niven [looking at his list]: Do we have anyone from Brooklyn yet?

Peck: No.

Niven: [to Redford who is on his knees saying a "Hail, Mary"] How would you like to bash some Germans?

Redford: Can I bring my bat?

Niven: Naturally.

Peck: Next is John Doe from the Red Shirts.

Niven: Red Shirts?

Peck: The Red Shirts are an elite unit created in the replacement depots. The idea is to provide soldiers who are expendable to veteran combat units. Soldiers whose deaths would not hurt morale.

Niven [to Doe]: What are you in here for soldier?

Doe: Are you speaking to me? Can you see me? I’ve been in here for two weeks and nobody has noticed. Every meal the guards pass by my cell as though I’m not here. I’m not important to them.

Niven [looking out the window]: I’m sorry. Did you say something?

Doe: Typical. I’m in here because after you’ve been wounded and left for dead four times on patrols (or treks as we called them), you decide to choke your commander.

Niven [bored]: Whatever. We could use a guy like you for a dangerous mission. It’s so secret you will have to remain anonymous. You may not come back alive.

Doe [sarcastically]: You think?

Niven: I’ll take that as a yes, Roe.

Doe: The name is … Oh, never mind.

Peck: Next is an Edward Slovik.

Niven [walking into the cell]: Private Slovik. How would you like to get out of here?

Slovik [sneering]: I’ve been listening to you talk to the other guys and you’re nuts if you think I’m going to risk my life. Why do you think I deserted? I’m not going to die in this war.

Niven: You do realize that desertion is a capital offense, don’t you?

Slovik [laughing]: You limey twit. Who do you think you are kidding? The Army has not executed a single deserter the whole war. You think they’re going to start with Private Eddie Slovik? Give me a break! I’ll be alive to vote for Ike for President. 8

Niven [whispering to Peck]: You can’t argue with that. Let’s move on.

Peck looks at his list and is visibly shaken as he drops the clip board.

Niven [picking up clip board and looking at the sheet]: Quinn. OSS agent. In for assassinating an American officer. He claimed he was on a mission to terminate an officer who had gone rogue and had created his own guerrilla army of gypsies. The brass disavowed any knowledge of the mission, of course. Poor sap. 9

Peck [kicking in the door of the cell]: Quinn!!

Quinn: Peck!!

A guard separates them.

Niven: You two know each other?

Peck: He was responsible for the death of my family. We used to be best friends and had been on many missions together. We were having a drink in a pub during the Blitz and he insisted on buying another round. When I got home, my apartment building had been blown up only minutes before. You killed my family, you bastard!

Quinn: I told you I was sorry. You were the one who pulled out a family photo in the pub. So who really is to blame?

Niven [pulling Peck aside]: I can see why you might have a problem with this guy, but we need him. He was imprisoned in the Schloss Aasgeier (Vulture Castle) which happens to be our destination. He is the only one who can get us in and out of the fortress. I’m afraid you will have to put your petty differences aside.

Peck [sneering at Quinn]: You can come along, but as soon as the mission is complete I swear on the bleeding bones of my family, I will kill you. 10

Quinn: You can try.
Peck: Oh, I will.
Quinn: Bring it on.
Peck: Count on it.
Quinn: You and what army.
Peck: I don’t need an army.
Quinn: I think you do.
Peck; Do not.
Quinn: Do too.
Peck: Do not.

Niven [interrupting]: Enough! If you too can’t get along, I’ll leave you both in England.

Peck and Quinn [sheepishly]: Okay. [Peck makes a strangling motion when Niven turns toward the warden]

Niven [to the warden]: I think we’re done here. No need to wrap them, I’ll take them the way they are.

Warden: Good riddance.

Niven and Peck lead the motley crew down the corridor and out into the sunlight of the prison yard. A shot rings out and a bullet whistles past Niven’s ear and hits Doe in the head, killing him instantly. Peck, shooting his Sten from the hip, blasts a tree nearby and the body of a German soldier falls out.

Niven: Christ. What’s a sniper doing in England?

Peck: It appears we have a mole. [He and Niven turn to stare at Bronson]

Bronson [nervous]: On second thought, you can call me a rat.

They step over Doe’s body and get into the deuce and a half.

Niven [to Peck who is driving]: Let’s stop at the repo depot to pick up a few more Red Shirts on the way home. [Peck laughs] Aye,aye, sir.

The scenario is based on The Dirty Dozen

1. Kelly's Heroes
2. Dirty Dozen
3. Great Escape
4. Dirty Dozen
5. Caine Mutiny
6. Battleground
7. The Natural
8. Execution of Private Slovik
9. Apocalypse Now
10. Guns of Navarone

plus references to Star Trek, Battle of Britain, The Devil's Brigade