All language subtitles for No Time for Sergeants (1958)

Will?

WILL:
What is it, Pa?

Come out here.

Listen. Your ears are better than mine.

Somebody's coming.

I don't hear nothing.

Turn off that whatchama-call-it.

- The radio.
- I know what you call it. Turn it off.

[TURNS RADIO OFF]

First, I heard one of them cars.
Then it stopped.

And now
somebody's coming down the hill.

You hear?

MAN: Y'all stay right here.
If I call, come a-running.

Pa, that ain't no way to welcome folks.
Maybe it's kin.

Kin don't come in no cars.

See if you can wake up
that old hound dog.

Hey, Blue?

Come on, Blue.
I got a big old catfish head for you.

Come on, Blue.

Never seen such a crickety dang pit
in my whole life.

Stuck up all over here and everything.

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

- Are you Will Stockdale?
- Howdy.

Three dang times this month,
I've been out here...

Don't you point your finger
in my boy's face.

Are you threatening me with a firearm?

I'm a government representative
on business.

Busting up here
without saying howdy or nothing.

- What government?
- U.S. government. The draft board.

This boy's been called for the draft.
He never reported.

He's a draft dodger.

Fold in that finger, sir.
I'm warning you, fold in that finger.

He could go to jail for that.
He's in today's group.

And this is your last chance.

If you don't leave with that group
at 12 a. m...

...you're gonna be in more trouble
than you ever did see.

You already got one offense against you.

- Not answering my letters.
- I never got no letters.

Don't tell me you can't read. You could've
got somebody to read them to you.

- So that ain't no excuse.
- You mean to stand there...

...and tell me to my face
my boy can't read?

- Now, look...
- You think my boy...

...who has gone to school...

...and who has read more times
than you could shake a stick at...

...couldn't read a puny little old letter,
if he wanted to?

By dog, sir.

I never got no letters.

I don't think I can stand
to listen to any more of this.

Get that book.

No, sir, what you think
don't mean nothing to me...

...but we are gonna settle this here question
right here and now...

...and not have
no more foolishness about it.

Read at him.

"Once there was a boy named Tony...

...who wanted a pony.

So he went to his mama and said:

'May I have a pony? '

And his Mama says:

'No, Tony, you may not have a pony."'

Go on.

"So he went to his papa and said:

'Papa, may I have a pony? '

And his papa says:

'No, Tony, you may not have...

...a pony."'

End of the book,
he gets the pony anyhow.

Now that we have settled
if or not my boy can read...

- Pa.
- you best be getting off my property...

...and back in that car of yours
and out of range...

- Pa, be Christian to him.
- Christian?

You know
what the Lord would've done...

...if a man come all hot
and stomping onto his property...

...without saying howdy or nothing?

Scaring his chickens
and saying folks can't read?

Sir, would it be all right
if me and Pa speak private-like?

- Okay, but make it short.
- Thank you, sir.

Come on, Pa.

And don't try any funny business.
Because I ain't alone here.

Set yourself, Pa.

Now, listen, Pa.

I don't think
this here draft's such a bad idea.

I mean, I'd kind of like to go.

There's a whole lot of fellas there
and they all march along right, snappy like.

You listen to me, boy.

Going in the draft
don't mean just going into town.

It means Macon and Atlanta
and still further.

I've been to Atlanta, you know that.
When I was no older than you.

I told you how them folks laughed at me
and called me smart names.

You don't want that, boy.

- Pa, now ain't the same as it was then.
- Dogged if it ain't.

But they want me. They even sent a fella
to come and fetch me, didn't they?

And that ain't all.

Last spring, I seen a sign on the sidewalk
down there in town.

This great big old picture of Uncle Sam.

"And Uncle Sam wants you,"
he's a-saying.

Just like this fellow here, Pa,
pointing his finger right straight in my face.

Don't you think a soldier fella
come up to me right then and there...

...inviting me to come along
with all the other fellas?

I told him how you was ailing then...

...and would he kindly wait a while.

You've been tearing up them letters,
ain't you, Pa?

And you ain't ailing no more.

- Hey, are you coming or do I have to...
- I'm just fixing to get me my shoes.

You've got to know this:

He's a good boy.

It's my blame
he didn't come when he should've.

I don't care who or why, mister.
We got him now.

Remember, Pa?
I got these here for Aunt Tuzie's funeral.

Ain't it nice I'm finally getting a chance
to wear them again?

Appears they liked to have shrunk a little.

They'll put shoes on you in Army.

And ain't gonna wait
for you to put them on.

Listen, draft man, you tell them folks
to be nice to my boy, you hear?

- lf they ain't, I'll...
- I'm ready.

Say goodbye to Blue for me
when he wakes up, will you?

I will.

- Write to me regular, you hear?
- Sure, Pa.

Print big.

I will.

Remember, draft man, what I said.

- lf they ain't good to my boy...
- Yeah, I'll remember.

Come on, boy, we gotta go.

- Bye, Pa.
- Bye, Will.

All right, fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

All right, fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill them out.

All right. Fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

Fill it out. Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

Rosabelle Lou, honest now,
you sure you gonna miss me?

Why, Stanton, honey...

...you all know your little Rosabelle's
just gonna die of loneliness.

Honey, baby doll.

All right, fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

Fill it out. Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

Hey, you.
This the group going to the Air Force?

That's where I'm driving the bus to.
You want a reserved seat?

All right.
Save the jokes for the plowboys.

Fill it out. Last name, first name,
middle name last.

- I know, I know, I know.
- Fill it out.

Hey, look,
they're bringing a fella in bracelets.

Finally latched onto him, Mr. McKinney?

- Did he give you any trouble?
- Trouble?

Ain't no draft dodger
gonna give me any trouble.

Had to borrow the sheriff's handcuffs.

That'll hold you
till I get you on that bus.

- But, Mr. McKinney, I ain't dodging nothing.
- Shut up.

Let me have it.

Fill it out. Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Lean on the pump.

- Last name first...
- First name, middle name last.

Huh.

- All right, any you boys had any ROTC?
- I did. Close to a year.

- What's your name?
- Blanchard, Irving S.

Irving? Okay, Irving.

I'm setting you in charge
of this here group.

When you
get to your classification center...

...give these forms
to the sergeant of your barracks.

- What about him?
- Keep them cuffs on him. Here are the keys.

It took me three months
to flush him out of them hills...

...so see that he don't get away.

Come on in my office, Dave,
I'll give you your money.

Whew.

You hear what he said, Plowboy?
I don't want any trouble, you understand?

- Me, neither, Irving.
- My name's Blanchard to you.

It's a real pleasure.

You getting smart with me, Plowboy?

I don't wanna hear one peep out of you.

Not one peep.

All right, I ain't had my morning coffee,
so I ain't gonna wait around to see you off.

Now, Irving here's in charge.

Callville is proud of her sons in uniform...

...so show them
what kind of men we raise here.

And be good.
And if you can't be good, be careful.

[LAUGHING]

Rosabelle!

Pa.

Get on home!

Yes, Pa.

I told you to stay home this time!

Dang it.

All right, all right,
into the bus when I call your name.

- Deroy, Richard S.
- Here.

- Farnum, Robert E.
- Here.

- Hooper, Junior C.
- Here.

- Lemon, Henry P.
- Here.

- Stockdale, Will.
- Uh... Here.

I'll get around to you.

- Swineburn, Armand A.
- Here.

Whitledge, Benjamin B.

Whitledge, Benjamin B.

Here, here. Whitledge, here.

- Benjamin B. Is Mr. McKinney here?
- Who?

Mr. McKin... Mr. McKinney, the man
on the draft board. I got a letter for him.

Take it easy, sonny. You just missed him.

- Oh, I gotta find him. I got a letter for him.
- He left me in charge.

Hey, give me that. That's a private letter.
It's official business for Mr. McKinney.

Don't you understand English?

I'm in charge.

And here, fill out that form.

- That's a private letter, you big...
- Hey.

Don't get sore at Irving, feller.

He's had ROTC.

That doesn't give him the right
to push me around.

Hey, you put your last name first,
and then your first name.

Like this.

Stockdale, Will. Will Stockdale.

Stockdale. Stockdale?

All you need is one of each.

Is that all?

Wise guy. Oh.

Much obliged.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, they think I'm a draft dodger,
but I ain't.

Here, give me.
You can't write good with handcuffs.

Thanks. Can't write much good
without them. Heh.

- "Ever had measles?"
- No.

- "The mumps?"
- No.

- "Chickenpox?"
- No.

- "Any other communicable diseases?"
- I reckon not.

You figure
they gonna make me go back home?

- "Ever break any bones?"
- Broke a leg bone once.

- "Which leg?"
- The r... No, it was the left.

Yeah, left. Left.

"Any member of your family
belong to groups...

...planning to overthrow the government
by unconstitutional means?"

No, we're pretty satisfied.

- He still limps a mite.
- Who does?

That fellow whose leg bone I broke.

He hit me first.

You ever have ROTC?

No.

Hey, Irving had it. Close to a year.

He's so jumpy and all,
I figure he's still got a touch of it in him.

- Listen, Stockdale, ROTC...
- Will's my name.

- Will, listen, ROTC ain't...
- What was yours again?

- Ben. Ben Whitledge. ROTC...
- Howdy.

Hi.

Look, Will, ROTC ain't a disease.
It's training.

Reserve Officer Training, uh, Corporation.

- Heh. Is that the truth?
- Oh, sure. There's different kinds.

There's cavalry ROTC,
artillery ROTC, infantry ROTC.

- Infantry's the best.
- Yeah, that's what I always thought.

- Ben, Irving ain't sick?
- No.

And he don't rank no higher
than we do.

Because ROTC don't mean nothing
unless you finish the course.

IRVING:
Hey, get this.

"So I beg of you, Mr. McKinney.

Please get my enclosed letter
to the commanding officer in the Air Force."

Hey, you can't read that.

"So that my son Ben
will be put in the infantry...

...the same as his six brothers
before him."

Give me that, you big... Let go.
Let... Let go of me!

"All his life, little Ben has been dreaming
of being a real infantry soldier...

...like all the men in our family."

Little Ben
wanna be a great big soldier?

[MEN LAUGHING]

Irving?

That letter belongs to Ben.
Now, you give it to him.

I told you
to keep your mouth shut, Plowboy.

"lt'll break his poor heart if he's put
in the Air Force instead of the infantry...

...so his brothers will be proud of him."

[MEN LAUGHING]

Irving, you ain't sick like I thought,
so you give Ben his letter.

Listen, Plowboy.

Yeah, sure.

I imagine it's time for us
to get going, ain't it?

So I'd thank you
if you'd take these off, Irving.

- They're beginning to chafe me a mite.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

All right, let's stop kidding around here.
Climb aboard there. Snappy now.

Why, sure, Irving.

All right, move along. Move along.

So long, boys.
Don't take any wooden nickels.

[LAUGHS]

I appreciate if you write me how much
it cost to get it fixed, Mr. McKinney.

Bye.

WILL: It sure was interesting
when we got to the classification center.

They took us around
from one building to another.

And they stuck needles into our arms...

... and whomped us on the knees
with a little rubber hammer...

... and mashed down our tongues
with an ice cream stick.

Then after a real nice supper...

... I never had such a fill of beans
in my whole life...

... we was all setting
around the barracks...

... in our snappy new uniforms
learning how to salute...

... everybody talking and joking
and feeling the back of their necks...

... where they had these horse clippers
run over them...

... when this nice fella,
this here sergeant, come in.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

MAN 1: Hey.
MAN 2: Why, there's the sergeant.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Please, let's keep it quiet.

On behalf
of the president of the United States...

...Secretary of the Air Force, commanders
of this base and this squadron...

...I wanna welcome you, gentlemen,
to the United States Air Force.

This is a classification center where you will
undergo tests, both physical and mental...

...designed to determine your abilities
so that you may be trained...

...for the position
from which both you and the Air Force...

...will derive the greatest benefit.

Tests are for you own good,
so do your best in every test.

My name is King.
K-l-N-G, Sergeant King.

I'm in charge of the barracks
where you will be billeted for two weeks.

During that period,
the barracks will be kept spotlessly clean.

This may be a stopping off place for you,
but for me, it is home.

Before turning in tonight, every one of you
will write a letter to his nearest of kin...

...informing them that you have
arrived safely and are in the best of health.

If any problem should arise,
feel free to consult me about its solution.

I am here to help you...

...during these first difficult days
of military service.

These are my quarters.

Knock before entering.

- That understood?
MEN: Yes, sir.

Roger.

Wilco.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Seemed like a right friendly fella.

Be right back.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Private Blanchard...

...delivering forms on 12 inductees
from Callville as ordered.

You keep standing like that,
you're gonna pull a muscle.

Just put them down.

Not on the bed, please.

Anything else?

Sergeant, I feel it's my duty to tell you
about one of the Callville inductees.

Fella named Stockdale. A draft dodger.

He gave me a lot of trouble.

Not on the bed, please.

I was put in charge
and he gave me a lot of trouble.

They brought him to the bus in these.

I'll make a note of it.

I think he'll need some disciplinary action.

He already hit one of the fellas
with a gasoline pump.

- In the barracks here?
- No, back at the bus station.

I'll make a note of it.

I thought he ought to be reported
to the squadron commander.

- Oh, no.
- Well, I mean, I think it's my duty to...

Any reporting done around here, I do it.

Sure you do. And this fella Stockdale's
a real troublemaker.

Look, sonny,
how long have you been in the service?

[MUSIC PLAYING O VER RADIO]

About six hours, I guess.
I had ROTC though.

I suppose they told you
it was all efficiency...

...standing at attention, running around.

Well, I've been in for 18 years
and it ain't like you think it is at all.

It's a quiet, peaceful life,
if you mind your own business.

It's like there was a big lake,
nice and calm.

I'm in a canoe, you're in another,
the captain's in a canoe and the colonel.

You know what you do if you report
somebody or complain about somebody...

...or request something?

You make waves.

Well, I thought the captain would wanna
know if he's got a troublemaker.

I hate to pull rank on you,
but for your information...

...you got the smallest canoe
in the whole lake. Good night, private.

ANNOUNCER [O VER RADIO]:
And now our next request...

... comes from
Master Sergeant Orville C. King...

... at the Air Force classification center.

Here you are, Sergeant.

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING O VER RADIO]

Hey, Ben,
do you put a big "S" on "sergeant"?

When you print it,
it don't make no difference, Will.

Oh. Boy, Pa'll sure be happy...

...about how Sergeant King
said it was really a home.

[CHUCKLES]

- No, come on, Ben, you take the bottom.
- No, Will.

- But, honest, I like sleeping high.
- No, sir. You sat on the bottom bunk first.

I didn't mean nothing by it.
Honest, I didn't.

First come, first serve.
That's the military way.

- No, now come on, Ben.
- I won't, I tell you!

- Now, come on.
- Let that man alone, Stockdale.

I'm beginning to think I never should've
taken the cuffs off of you.

Well, Irving, I wasn't doing nothing.
I was just...

Look, if you want some fighting,
you go after somebody your own size.

- Not some little mouse.
- Watch your mouth!

Why don't you mind your own business?

We're just stopping him
from wrestling you around.

That's between him and me,
nobody asked you.

Now, Ben, don't...

- Only trying to do you a favor, junior.
- Who you calling Junior?

Who asked you anything, anyhow?

All right,
if that's the way you feel about it.

You wanna be buddies with draft dodger,
be buddies with the draft dodger. Go ahead.

- That's the way I feel about it.
- All right, before there's trouble...

...you hit the sack.
Get to bed, both of you.

I was just going to, Irving.

BRONCO: Give him time, Irving,
beds is strange to Plowboy.

He's used to sleeping with the hogs.

[LAUGHS]

- What's the matter with you, anyhow?
- Me?

Taking their insults
and heehawing like a dang donkey.

They don't mean nothing by it, Ben.

Besides, I thought that one about sleeping
with the hogs is kind of funny.

- Aww...
- Heh-heh.

Well, see,
I figure if we just laugh with them...

...why, pretty soon they'll get tired
of carrying on, there won't be no ruckus.

You think
a-laughing is gonna stop these guys?

A-licking is all they understand.

- You think so?
- I know so.

And you behaving like a dang donkey.

MAN 1:
Oh, what's he holding?

MAN 2: You know...?
MAN 3: Oh, yeah.

I'm through.

- Yeah, I've had enough.
- Me too.

Yeah.

Lonesome for the hogs, Plowboy?

Ain't used to living indoors,
are you, Plowboy?

Look, Plowboy,
you want us to tuck you in bed?

I bet your pa always tucked you in
nice and comfy.

Wonder what kind of hog his pa is.

Chester White or Poland China?

[MEN LAUGHING]

I ain't gonna trouble you fellas none...

...because I know you was all
just put up to it.

Excuse me.

Irving, stand up
and take off them glasses.

- Why?
- I aim to bust you up some.

Look, Stockdale, I'm not alone now.

There's five of us here.

MAN 1: Hit him!
MAN 2: Hey, do not, Plowboy.

MAN 3:
Come on.

MAN 4: Time out.
MAN 5: Come on, Plowboy, hit him.

MAN 6:
That's the end of it.

MAN 7: Come on, man.
MAN 8: Come on.

[DISCORDANT NOTE PLAYS]

[MEN YELLING]

Knock it off. Knock it off.

Knock it off!

[YELLING STOPS ABRUPTLY]

Aren't you gentlemen starting in a bit early
to tip over my canoe?

Sergeant, let me try to explain.

Shut up.

No, I am not in the mood
for explanations.

I am quite tired.

You understand?

And I want no more noise.

You understand, gentlemen?

I will be more than willing
to listen to explanations in the morning.

And as morning likes to come
a little early in the service...

...we'll help it along.

We won't wait for taps.

Get to your bunks.

On the double! Ooh!

He seems a mite upset.

Oh, Will.

We better put Irving in his bed.
He won't wanna disobey the sergeant.

You get his feet.

Let him alone, please, Will.

He'll wake up
and cause some more trouble.

Yeah, I reckon he might.

- Pretty good fight, though, wasn't it?
- Dog it, Will, this'll mess up everything.

- What will, Ben?
- Fighting in the barracks.

But you said
licking was all they'd understand.

Not in the barracks.

One of them's bound to snitch tomorrow
that we started a fight.

Dog it, I'll never get in the infantry now.

If we kept our mouths shut and didn't
do nothing, we might get transferred.

Both of us?

But now,
they're sure to tell about the fight.

No, they won't.

If one of them says anything, I'll take him
out in the back and whomp him good.

Now, there you go, Will.

You think
the infantry wants men like that?

No, they want men who can take it
and keep their mouths shut...

...the way a man ought to do.

Transfer?

We'll be lucky
if they don't transfer us into the Navy.

Walking around
in them little old white uniforms.

Do you really want both of us
to transfer, Ben?

Don't you understand, Will?
It's the infantry does the real fighting.

All the rest is just helpers.

Look at the War Between the States.
How about that?

Yeah. How about that?

See what I mean?

Every man
in my family's been in the infantry...

...clear back to my great grandpa.

You know what he done?

Fought with Stonewall Jackson
at Chancellorsville.

Licked him good too, I bet.

By dog.

First thing tomorrow, I'm gonna get
sergeant's permission to see the captain.

I'll give him Ma's letter and I'll...
And I'll...

Oh, what's the use?

What's the use?

Hey. Hey, Ben,
maybe you'll get to like the Air Force.

Zooming all over the sky and shouting
"roger" and "wilco" and everything.

Maybe it won't be so bad.

Bad?

You know what they call men
in the Air Force?

Airmen.

Like something out of a dang funny book.

Airman.

How you gonna like it
when somebody calls you "airman"?

By dog, I just don't think I'll stand for it.

MAN 1: Hey, long as we gotta lie in the
dark, give us a chance to get some sleep.

- Knock it off.
MAN 2: Yeah, hit the...

[MEN MURMURING]

Airman.

[TRUMPET PLAYING "TAPS"]

Somebody brung their trumpet.

[MEN SNORING]

Hey, Ben.

Hey. Hey, Ben.

[MO ANS]

[LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[MUTTERING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

All right, I'm up, I'm up.
All right, I'm up. All right, I'm up.

All right, I'm up.

Howdy, I'm Will Stockdale.

I didn't hear the whistle.
Tell the men to line up.

If the captain comes around,
tell him I'm checking on who overslept.

I'll be out there just as quick as I can...

It's 12:00 at night.

It is?

Oh...

That's a prettiest watch.

You woke me.

Well, you said to knock before entering.

Why did you wake me?

This ain't nothing personal
against you, sergeant...

...no, that we don't like your barracks
no, nothing like that.

What it is, is Ben's got these six brothers
that's all infantry.

That's my new buddy Ben,
that's asleep out there?

So naturally,
he don't wanna be in no Air Force. Heh-heh.

I mean, with the infantry doing the real
fighting and the Air Force being the helpers.

Well, you know,
like in the War Between the States?

So he wants to transfer and he wants me
to go along with him.

I figured you could do it for us. Heh-heh.

I heard what you said out there...

...about how you was here to help us
during first difficult days of military service.

Why do they send all the bums
and the idiots to my barracks?

- They do?
- Yes.

Yes, they do.

Sure must be a mess.

- Whatever your name is, get out...
- Stockdale.

Stockdale, I want you to get out of this...
Stockdale?

Don't you come near me.

Get out of this room and get back
in your bunk and go to sleep. That's all.

Yes, sir.

Ben did say
the captain was the one to see...

- Stockdale, where you going?
- To the captain.

Oh, no.

But Ben, he knows all
about doing things military and...

Oh, no. You can't, you can't. You just:

Oh, you can't do it.

Captain would just as soon
rip off your stripes as look at you.

- Well, I ain't got no stripes.
- Wait a minute.

Now, you'll never get transfers
by waking up the captain.

He won't understand.
Believe me, he won't.

- Well, I'll go over it real slow.
- Wait a minute.

Now, if you want the captain
to do you a favor...

...you've gotta do a favor
for the captain.

Yeah, that's it.

Now, how would you like to do
a big favor for the captain?

- Me?
- Come on. That's it.

Come on. You do one for him,
he'll do one for me and I'll do one for you.

That's the way it works out in the service.
Now you just go right on in here.

Now do you know what this is?

It's a kind of a big outhouse, ain't it?

- We call it the latrine.
- La... Latrine.

- Uh-huh.
- Heh. How about that?

You might say it's the captain's hobby,
he inspects it every chance he gets.

And when it sparkles,
why he sparkles too.

Now, you get it all cleaned up.

You are the officer in charge.

In charge?

Every last one of them, all yours.

Golly.

Now, you just stay right here
and don't go no place.

- You bet. Good night.
- Good night.

Hey, thank you.

Well, it just goes to show you...

...how good things happen to you
when you're least expecting them.

Well, get started.

WILL: I stayed officer in charge
of this here latrine all night long.

Rubbing and scrubbing...

... and doing my best to make things sparkle
like Sergeant King said.

And then I stayed on
through breakfast too...

... because I wanted to do
a right good job of it.

So Sergeant King would be real pleased
how things come out...

... when he come in
to look at it in the morning.

Beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

- Beautiful.
- Shucks, it ain't hard.

Wait'll the captain sees this.

He inspects this
like it was an operating room...

...where somebody
was gonna cut out his heart.

Never in your life you've seen such a guy
for sticking his head right down into things.

- You figure he'll like what I done?
- He'll be a new man.

Will, how would you like
to be permanent latrine orderly?

- Permanent latrine orderly?
- PLO.

Golly.

The captain makes inspection
every Saturday.

Now, if you could keep everything
as clean as it is right now...

...the captain'll get off my back.

Gee, I'd sure like to, sergeant...

...but I was kind of set on helping Ben
get them transfers.

You know, he's my buddy.

Ain't I your buddy?

You are.

You help me out, I'll help Ben.

Just don't say anything about this
outside of this room.

I'm going to the record section and fix it up
with a couple of friends of mine.

Okay.

Sergeant, don't I have to take them tests
you was talking about yesterday...

...and get myself classified?

No, Will, you've been classified.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

If we hurry, we can catch that picture
at the base theater.

Not me, Ben.

- You said you ain't never seen a picture.
- I know, but I got my duty to do.

- You're going back to that latrine again?
- You bet.

It's against the rules for you
to be permanent in the latrine like that.

All week you've been there.

Sergeant King knows the rules, don't he?

Besides, like I told you,
he's doing me and you a favor.

- What favor, will you tell me that?
- I aim to surprise you, Ben.

You don't go to lectures or study,
how you gonna get classified?

Sergeant King says I'm already that way.

- Are you crazy? Don't you...?
- Now, don't take on so, Ben.

Just wait and see what the captain says
after he makes his inspection tomorrow.

Why you take them faucets, for instance.

I polished them so hard,
they don't say hot and cold no more.

What?

At ease.

I think you'll be very pleased here, sir.

Attention.

Latrine ready for inspection, sir.

This is incredible.
This is absolutely incredible.

I am pleased.

No.

- No, I am happy.
- Thank you, sir. Thank you.

- You the one on latrine duty today, private?
- Yes, sir. All week, sir.

- Ahem, ahem.
- You are to be congratulated.

Just look at...

What did you say?

Me? Nothing, sir.

- Something about all week.
- Uh...

Well, I done my best in one day,
but just to be fair with you...

...it took me a week
of scrubbing to get it like this.

Is this man being punished
for some infraction?

- Oh, no, sir. No, sir.
- Oh, heck no, sir. I'm PLO.

- You're what?
- Permanent latrine orderly.

Stockdale.

Oh, but don't credit me none though, sir.
It's all Sergeant King's doings.

He even got it fixed up
so I don't even have to get classified.

- Sir, I...
- What? That's impossible.

Oh, no, sir.
He fixed it with some friends of his.

Yes, sir.
It was him got me to work so hard...

...telling me how latrines
is your hobby...

...and sticking your head
down into things and all.

- Sir, I can explain every...
- Now, don't you be bashful, sergeant.

Sir, I been wanting to tell you
about what a good sergeant he is.

Oh, he solves our problems for us...

...and helps us out on our difficult days
in military service.

And I guess that he's
about the best dang sergeant there is...

...in the whole danged Air Force.

Sir, you really ought to get up
off of his back.

How long have you been a sergeant?

- Well, sir, I... Ahem.
- Speak up.

Sixteen years, sir.

And how long do you expect
to remain a sergeant?

Twelve years.

You will remain a sergeant
exactly one week. One week.

Unless this man completes
the entire classification process...

...and is shipped out with the group
he came in with. Understand?

Unless this man is out of here
by the end of the week...

...you will not be in charge of this barracks,
you will not be a sergeant...

...you will in all probability
be a permanent latrine orderly.

PLO.

This is not your fault, private.

You've done a fine job.

I have never seen such a clean latrine
in my entire career.

Thank you, sir.

It was my aim to get it just as clean
as that operating room...

...where they're fixing
to cut out your heart!

You forgot to ask him
about the transfers.

What happened? What did you do it for?

Heck, I couldn't see no sense
in me getting all the credit.

We've gotta get you classified right away.
We gotta get you out of here.

You don't want me around no more?
I thought we was buddies.

It ain't what I want,
it's what the captain wants.

Now, we gotta get you classified
in a hurry.

You're gonna have to take tests and you're
going to have to talk to a lot of people.

And you're going to have to work
real hard.

Will it help Ben and me
get them transfers?

Well, I guarantee you, wherever you go,
they'll bust a gut to get you transferred.

Well, I'll work hard all right,
but I don't know.

The last test I took
was close on to five years ago...

...and that was one of them tests...

...where you try this fella's toothpaste
for 10 days...

...and see if your teeth don't get brighter.

And I failed.

You been admiring this watch of mine,
haven't you?

I sure have, sergeant.
That there's the prettiest watch I ever seen.

You get shipped out of here
by Saturday morning like the captain said...

...and it's yours.

- Mine?
- Yours.

Golly.

- Now you'll work real hard, right?
- Right.

- And not waste any time?
- No, sir.

Good boy.

Now first thing Monday morning,
we start classification.

You stay right here around the barracks
and get a lot of rest...

...and relax your head.

I'm going down to the testing area
and see if I can borrow some of the tests.

Okay.

Tell them I'll give them back
just like I did the toothpaste.

WILL: This place where they give us
the tests was really something.

They had this great big building,
full of doctors, nurses and officers.

All of them walking in and out
and around real quickety-quick...

... and not smiling at nobody.

And then there was this place
something like a schoolroom...

... where they give us
the tests we had to write out.

Time's up, pal.

It was right friendly of you
to wait for me.

Thank you.

- How'd you think you did, Will?
- Well, them printed tests they give us...

...they was exactly like the ones
that you borrowed...

Only what?

Only you spent so much time
drumming the answers into me...

...we ought to have spent a little more
on the questions they joint up with.

Now, you just sit right down here
and wait.

Come on, Will, the corporal's waiting.

Here he is, corporal.
Awfully sorry to keep you waiting.

What we do here, private,
is to evaluate your manual dexterity...

...on a time scale
in relation to digital visual coordination.

Two irregular steel links
which can be interconnected thusly.

I separate them, I join them.

It will be your task,
when I give the signal...

...to place the two links
in an interconnected relationship...

...I have just demonstrated.

Uh...

I put them together?

That's right, you put them together.

I'll time you
and three minutes is passing.

Now, whatever you do,
don't get nervous.

Ready. Go.

There you go.

Attaboy.

- Put them together.
- Sergeant, please.

Nobody ever does this
in less than two minutes.

You're not even supposed to be in here.

This is a special case. He has to go out
with the group he came in with.

- It's is a very difficult test.
- I couldn't do it myself.

- What are you talking about?
- I want you to get out of here.

- I'd just like to see you try to do it.
- This is my department.

- He's my department.
- That's my door. Get out.

- Get out right this minute.
- Throw me out.

You're not supposed to be here.
This is my watch...

- All right, then watch your watch...
- I'm done.

Stop the watch.

- Look. Look at that.
- He put them together, didn't he?

Sergeant! Sergeant!

What's the fuss about? You said,
"Put them together," he put them together.

Look what he did, for Pete's sake.
How am I gonna mark him on that?

You're supposed to be grading him on this.
Can't you do that?

I'm supposed to mark it down
whether they put it back together or not...

...and there ain't supposed to be
but one way of doing it and he didn't do it.

How you gonna mark him
on a thing like that?

Who do you think's gonna pay for these?
Sixteen dollars, they cost.

- lf you think I'm gonna pay $ 16...
- Corporal!

Sixteen lousy dollars!

Corporal, I'll be glad to pay
the 16 lousy dollars.

- You will?
- lf he passed the test.

He did it wrong.
He was supposed to do it a certain way.

Will, will you step outside
for a minute, have a smoke.

Now, corporal,
let's look at this thing logically.

You need money
and I need him to pass the test.

But he did do it completely wrong.

- Ben?
- Will.

[CHUCKLES]

I ain't seen you all day.
You been in there classifying?

- Yeah.
- Me too. Find out where you're going?

Sergeant King says
maybe gunnery school.

That's where I'm going too
if I pass the eye test.

- How about that?
- Yeah, how about that?

Oh, Ben, you ain't still sad
about not being in the infantry?

The captain didn't even read my letter.

And that plan of yours
sure didn't work so good.

I tried to ask the psychiatrist
if he could fix me up.

- Yeah, what'd he say?
- He didn't say nothing.

I don't think he understands so good.

I'm just stuck in the Air Force, that's all.

Hey, Ben, maybe it's the Air Force
that's the real fighters...

...and the infantry's just the helpers.

Never.

Well, Ben, all you can do
is look at it that way.

No. Wait'll my brothers find out. Airman.

Private.

What kind of rowdydow is this?
Pick up that cap.

Yes, sir.

- Is that a way to treat government property?
- No, sir, ma'am.

We're excited because we're
maybe going to the same school.

That's no excuse for...

What's the matter with this one?

- Have you been drinking?
- No, no, sir.

Get at attention, Will.

We're sending this to school?

Yes, sir, ma'am. If he passes the eye test,
he'll be going to gunnery school.

As what? A target?

No, sir, ma'am.

Let's have no more rowdydow, understand?
No more.

Yes, sir. Ma'am.

What's the matter with you, anyhow?

Don't you know enough
to come to attention and salute an officer?

- She was a woman.
- Sure she was.

Ain't you ever heard
of the Women's Air Force?

You mean they got one too?

Sure.

- Against ours?
- No, Will. They're with us.

They're with us 100 percent.

- We got to salute them?
- The officers, we do.

Didn't you hear that lecture
about military courtesy?

I'll be dogged.
I never heard of saluting no woman before.

She ain't a woman, she's a captain.

I seen a captain there
so I come to attention and saluted.

A captain, that's all.

- A woman captain.
- A "captain" captain.

By dog,
don't you understand nothing, Will?

When you're in uniform,
you ain't supposed to notice...

...whether a person is a man or a woman
or what.

A captain's a captain, a major's a major
and a general's a general.

Ben, you mean to tell me that you
didn't notice that she was a woman?

A captain, that's all I seen.

Well, dog it, Ben,
I knew she was a woman right off.

Honest, Will, sometimes I wonder
how come they took you in the draft at all.

Come on, Will.

You too, Whitledge.

Well, Will, it looks like you're just liable
to get classified after all.

Just shows you
what the Air Force has come down to.

- This the fella you want? Whitledge?
- Yeah.

Psychiatrist says
he has a secondary anxiety...

...with inferiority
and systematized delusions of persecution.

I ain't surprised.

Recommends he be considered
to be transferred to the infantry.

The infantry?

Don't get excited.
He didn't say you have to.

Well, yeah, but that's what
Ben's always been wanting, corporal.

- Just you tell me what I have to do.
- Well, here. Fill this out.

When he's finished, buck it through
to the colonel for approval.

If he's crazy enough to want it.

How about that, Ben? You made it.

Just wait'll my brothers hear about this.

- Stockdale?
- Yeah.

Okay, psychiatrist.

Oh, Lord, psychiatrist.

Now, Will, listen carefully.

The psychiatrist test is one
where I couldn't get copies of questions...

...because there ain't any.

The doctor asks you
whatever happens to pop into his head.

- So keep your wits about you.
- I'll try.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, maybe he'll give me
a transfer too, huh, Ben?

He'll ask you things like
what do you dream?

Okay.

Hey, maybe he'll give me a transfer too,
huh, Ben?

Sure, Will.

- The psychiatrist is waiting, Stockdale.
- Coming.

Wait a minute.

The safest thing I guess is
just say that you never dream at all.

- Okay. See you later, Ben.
- No dreams.

Sergeant?

Do you think he can?

Can what?

Get transferred too.
Maybe you could talk to the doctor.

Now, don't you complicate things.

I never have no dreams at all.

- Where are you from, Stockdale?
- Georgia.

That's not much of a state, is it?

Well, I don't live all over the state.

I just live in this one little place in it.

That's where Tobacco Road is. Georgia.

Not around my section.

Maybe you're from a different part
than me.

[SIGHS]

I've never been there. What's more,
I don't think I would ever wanna go there.

What's your reaction to that?

Well, I don't know...

I would rather live in the rottenest pigsty
in Tennessee or Alabama...

...than the fanciest mansion
in all of Georgia.

How about that?

Well, sir, I think
where you wanna live is your business.

You don't mind if someone says
something bad about Georgia?

I ain't heard nobody
say nothing bad about Georgia.

Well, what do you think
I've been saying?

Well, to tell you the truth, sir...

...I ain't been able
to get too much sense out of it.

- Don't you know?
- Now, watch your steps, young man.

Psychiatrists
call this attitude of yours resistance.

- You do?
- Yes.

You sense that this interview
is a threat to your security.

- You feel yourself in danger.
- Well, kind of I do.

If I don't get myself classified...

...Sergeant King,
he won't give me the wristwatch.

He won't.

He says I only get it
if I'm classified inside a week.

Do you get along all right
with your mother?

No, sir, I can't hardly say that I do.

Oh, I see. She's very strict with you.
She's always hovering over you. Hmm?

- No, sir, just the opposite.
- She's never there?

- That's right.
- And you resent this neglect, don't you?

- Well, no, sir, I don't resent nothing.
- Oh, come now, son.

Now, don't be bashful,
that's a common situation.

- Does she beat you?
- No.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, so defensive.

Well, it's not easy
to talk about your mother, is it?

No, sir.
See, she died when I was born.

You could've told me that sooner.

Do you hate your mama?

I figured as how you said it
was so common.

I do not hate my mother.

I should hope not.

Does she beat you or something?

This is a transference.

You're taking your stored up antagonisms
and loosing them in my direction.

Oh, transference.
It happens every day.

- It does? To the infantry?
- Yeah...

The infantry?

You'd give Ben a transfer
and I wish you'd give me one too.

- Because I'd sure love to go along with him.
- Now stop.

Now, there are a few more topics
that we have to cover.

We will not talk about transfers
and we will not talk about my mother.

We will talk about
what I want to talk about.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Now, then.

- Your father? Living?
- Yes, sir.

Oh.

- Do you get along with him okay?
- Yes, sir.

- Does he ever beat you?
- Ha-ha. You bet.

- Hard?
- And how.

Boy, there ain't nobody
can beat like my pa can.

So this is where
the antagonism comes from.

[CHUCKLES]

You hate your father, don't you?

No.

Hey, I got an uncle I hate, though.

Every time he comes out to the house,
he's wanting to wrestle with the mule...

...and the mule gets all wore out
and he gets all wore out.

Well, I don't really hate him, though.

It's just that I ain't exactly partial to him.

Did I ask you about your uncle?

I thought
you wanted to talk about hating people.

[SIGHS]

Now. Now then.

Um... Girls.

- How do you like girls?
- What girls is that, sir?

Well, just girls. Just any girls.

Well, I don't like just any girls.

There's this girl back home...

...that ain't got hair no longer
than a hound dog's and...

Oh, no.

When I say "girls,"
I don't mean any specific girl.

I just mean, well, girls in general,
you know? Heh. Heh.

Women. Uh...

Sex.

Didn't that father of yours
ever sit you down and have a talk with you?

Well, sure he did.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, what did he say?

[LAUGHS]

Well, there's this one
about these two traveling salesmen.

[BOTH LAUGH]

And their car breaks down
in the middle of this terrible storm.

- Stop.
- They come running up to this farmhouse...

...where this farmer's
got these 14 daughters.

- Stop.
- Uh...

Did you heared it already?

I did not heared it already.

What'd you stop me for?
It's a real knee-slapper.

See, these 14 daughters was all studying
to become trombone players...

Here, look. You go. You're through.

You're perfectly normal. Just go.
Goodbye. Go. Goodbye.

Excuse me for saying it, sir...

...but I don't think a fella your age
would be so confused about it all...

...if you went out
and seen some girls once in a while.

Look, out. Out!

Yes, sir.

Fella's in pretty bad shape.

- Where's Sergeant King?
- He said he'd meet you in the mess hall.

Something about he couldn't
stand the strain on an empty stomach.

Oh. Thank you.

- Stockdale, Will.
- Here.

Eye test in here.

I can't.
I gotta tell Sergeant King that...

Get in there, Stockdale, on the double.

Yes, sir. Just be an extra surprise for him.

What's keeping him so long?

He's probably telling the psychiatrist
how he dreams about his pet horse.

Oh, cut it out, will you?

Ain't I got enough, sweating this out?

Sergeant, can I have
my application a minute?

I got a feeling I'm doomed. I'm doomed.

Of all the...

- What the heck you doing that for?
- Guess I changed my mind.

This whole thing started
from you hollering to get into the infantry.

I changed my mind.

Why do I get all the nuts?

There he is.

Hey, Will, come here, will you?

Sorry to keep y'all waiting so long.
Pete, Irving.

Well, what happened, boy?
How'd you do? Where's the form?

Well, let me see it.

I wanna see what he had...

He passed. He got through.

He's normal.

Attaboy.

Yes, sir, you ought to see the way
Will breezes through these tests.

One, two, three. Bim-bam-boom.

Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna
run him down to the little old eye test...

...and by tomorrow night,
he's out of here.

Gunnery school, well, Will boy?
With your eyesight.

This boy told me that he could shoot the
eye out of a turkey at a 100 yards?

I already took the eye test.

Uh... What?

Fella grabbed me on the way over here.

Well, what happened?
Where's the form? Papers?

Fella back there kept the papers,
on account I was the last test.

He said it'd all come out
on the bulletin board tomorrow.

Well, how'd you do?
You passed, didn't you?

- Easy, huh?
- I don't know.

He seemed kind of angry
most of the time.

What made you think he was angry?

Well, he got sort of fussed...

...when I was reading this here sign
they had on the wall.

And that was right hard at first...

...because they was
real peculiar words like:

lp, gnxl and buglump.

You were supposed to read them letters
one at a time.

Didn't make much sense
that way neither.

Hey, hey, hey.

Take a look at the colonel and
the wife captain that come in the base.

Boy, is she stacked.

IRVING: Women officers,
that's one thing I sure don't cotton to.

What about you, Stockdale?

- What do you think of them?
- I ain't never seen one.

Ain't you got eyes?

Will, I want you to turn around
very slowly...

...and look very carefully this time
and tell me exactly what you see.

I see a colonel...

Yeah.

And a captain.

That's all.

And the captain's a woman,
isn't she?

I don't notice
whether it's a man or a woman or what.

All I see is a captain. That's all.

Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no.

What's the matter, sergeant,
you got a fly in your coffee?

- Can I get you some fresh hot?
- Oh, no, no, Will. No.

Just go on your way.

- Your own special way.
- Thanks, sergeant.

Hey, it sure makes me proud to know
you're sure about me getting classified.

He sure didn't pass no eye test.

And he ain't gonna be classified.

And I'm gonna
be permanent latrine orderly.

How big do they grow them
turkeys down there?

No, he can't do this to me.

I'm old and I'm tired...

...and my constitution
needs peace and security.

Look, sarge. Sarge.

If he wasn't to get classified...

...and it wasn't your fault,
that'd be all right, wouldn't it?

How? How?

Supposing he didn't show up
for inspection tomorrow?

And when he finally did show,
he'd been drinking, shall we say?

Listen, Irving,
I even got so I kind of like the kid.

And I ain't one
to go too far outside regulations.

But if you got an idea, I'm desperate.

All you gotta do
is wangle us three passes.

We'll take him to the Purple Grotto
for a little celebration.

We could take him tonight.

Yeah, we could.

[LOUD MUSIC
PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS INSIDE]

Well, Will, here we are again. Round two.

I sure do appreciate this.

I still don't feel right, my glass
being so much bigger than you alls.

Guest of honor always gets
the biggest glass. That's the honor.

- To Will.
- To Will.

- Again?
- Come on, come on, come on.

Ha-ha-ha. Whee.

Your Scotch stuff tastes kind of sharp.
I like the other stuff you give me better.

- You mean the bourbon?
- No, gin.

Yeah. More tangy than sharp.

Sure was nice of you to give me
this celebration party, sergeant.

But I still wish Ben
could've come along too.

Just couldn't wangle it.

Outside of you, Ben's the only one left
responsible enough for barracks duty.

And tomorrow, we got a real inspection.
The colonel's coming.

Yeah, Ben's sharp.
Come on, Will, drink it up. Drink it up.

[EXHALES]

Well, I reckon
we ought to be heading on back.

With the colonel coming tomorrow...

...I wanna give Ben a hand
and get the barracks cleaned up real special.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I told you I was gonna give you my watch
and I'm gonna give you my watch.

We gotta have several,
several drinks on that.

Golly.

My mother gave it to me.

To Will Stockdale...

...I am proud of him
for getting classified so good...

...and for cleaning up the latrine and all.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Whoo-hoo!

To Sergeant King.

The best dang sergeant there is...

...in the whole danged Air Force.

Ahhh.

By dog, from a jug,
it don't taste sharp at all, does it?

Will, are you absolutely sure that you never
drank any whiskey before, at all?

Never no store whiskey,
just some old stuff my pa makes.

- Some old stuff that your pa...
- Yeah.

Corn liquor kind of.

You know, corn, grain, kerosene.

- Kerosene?
- Kerosene?

Just a mite for flavoring.

Where the heck
are we gonna get some kerosene?

WOMAN:
Cigars, cigarettes?

And anything else you wanna smoke.

Cigars, cigarettes?

Why, thank you.

- This ought to come near it.
- Sure.

He wants kerosene, he gets kerosene.

It's familiar.

Hey, there's a infan... Hey, infantry.

Hi.

Let's drink one to the infantry.

- Have a drink. We're celebrating.
- Hi, Jack.

Thanks a lot. I do not mind if I do.

- To the infantry.
- To the infantry.

To the infantry.

So...

Say, I didn't know you fly boys
were so nice to the infantry.

Hey, heck, it's the air age
and you're our helpers, ain't you?

- Your what?
- Our helpers.

Don't think we don't appreciate it too.

Listen, listen, fellas.
You're a nice bunch of fellas.

Fellas, you got it easier than anybody,
even the Navy.

Easy.

We got the roughest, toughest,
meanest sergeants in the whole service.

Go on.

You don't know what a tough sergeant
is until you've been in the infantry.

Ain't nobody tougher than my sergeant.
He's tough.

I sure am.

Oh, sergeant.

I'm a louse.

I don't know, sergeant.

You seem to be
a pretty decent Joe to me.

- You take that back.
- All right.

I'll just bet you five bucks...

...I'm a bigger louse than you
and I'm just a private.

- Yeah? Put up or shut up.
- Yeah, put up or shut up.

What's a bigger louse
than a louse that'll drink your booze...

...and then punch you right in the guts?

- Put up or shut up.
- Oh, says who?

Sergeant, I think we ought to be
going on back now.

KING:
Go away, you're drunk.

Oh-ho.

SOLDIER: Come on, infantry,
let's get the fly boys.

Oh...

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[LAUGHS]

Oh!

I done hit him once, Irving,
ain't no use to overdoing it.

Now, you see,
you antagonized him, sergeant.

I think we ought to be
going on home, anyhow.

All right, just a minute.

[GRUNTING]

I know you're having
a whole lot of fun...

...so I won't stay around
and be a wet blanket.

[MUTTERING]

Okay, I'm going on back to the barracks.

[MUTTERING]

Hush a minute, hush a minute.
I'm gonna go on back and give Ben a hand.

[MUTTERING]

- Is this the Purple Grotto?
- Right up yonder.

Couple of thirsty fellas for you.

[WHISTLING]

- Ain't the sergeant showed up yet?
- Nope.

- Why didn't you come to breakfast?
- Went over to carpenter shop.

- What're you doing there?
- Fixing up something special.

It ain't everyday
a colonel comes to inspect.

I sure wish the sergeant was here.

Like I told you, he was having
a whole lot of fun. But he'll show up.

Sergeant King, he ain't gonna miss
no inspection if he can help it.

The heck he ain't.

Here comes the captain now.
And the colonel.

- Going round front.
- Oh, golly.

- Who's gonna report?
- Hey, you're in charge.

- Me?
- Yeah.

BEN:
Barracks ready for inspection, sir.

- Barracks ready for inspection, sir.
- Here.

Listen, when you throw open this door,
holler "Attention," just as loud as you can.

Okay? Okay. Okay.

Barracks ready for inspection, sir.

Where's Sergeant King?

I don't know, sir,
but the barracks are ready for inspection.

All right, all right.

Just for a starter,
I'd like you to take a look at this latrine.

There's a man in this barracks
whose latrine work is quite surprising.

Attention!

Latrine ready for inspection, sir.

Latrine ready for inspection, sir.

What is the idea behind this?

Welcoming the colonel, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, that's all right, captain.
I've been welcomed in many ways.

Ticker tape, flags waving.

Women of a French village
once three rose buds at me.

But this...

This is just...

Well, I don't know.

They didn't hardly inspect
the latrine at all.

I don't know, Will.

They...

They, oh...

Sergeant.

Lieutenant back there
almost spotted me.

- You all right?
- I ain't sure.

- Hey, where's Irving?
- MP's got him.

- Golly.
COLONEL: Very nice, captain.

CAPTAIN:
Thank you, sir.

- The colonel?
- Yeah.

Hey, they inspected in here already.

Hey...

...watch out for that treadle.

COLONEL:
Very good, indeed.

Mm-hm. Excellent. Excellent. Were you
in charge during your sergeant's absence?

Yes, sir. Complete charge.

I think you should make a note
of this man's name.

Yes, indeed, sir.

- What is it, private?
- Whitledge, sir.

Whitledge, sir.

- What's that again, private?
- Whitledge, sir.

W-H-l-T-L-E-D-G-E.

- What the devil is...?
- What's going on in there?

Latrine's out of order, sir.

You're gonna have to use
the one next door.

Let me in there.

This is the barracks sergeant, sir.

How are you, sir?

All slicked up for inspection. Explain.

Explain.

Well, sir...

...I went to a movie last night, sir.

And there were these eight infantry men
sitting right in behind me.

And they was cussing out the Air Force...

...and saying as how that their officers
were more understanding than our officers.

- So you fought them all night long?
- Yes, sir, it was awful.

What was the name of the movie?

- Movie?
- The movie.

Oh.

Forward March.

American Battalion.

Out of the Air.

Up in the Wild Blue?

It was a sneak preview.

Captain, I don't know how this man
ever got on my base...

...but he's certainly
not going to remain here.

Corrupting new airmen
with this horrible example. Ship him out.

There's a group
leaving for gunnery school today.

Splendid. General Bush
can always use another private.

Private?

Private.

Private.

BEN:
That name was Whitledge, sir.

W-H-I-T-L...

- Whitledge, eh?
- Yes, sir.

This is going on your record, Whitledge.
This is going on everybody's record.

Something special for the colonel.

You ain't a sergeant no more.

No, I ain't a sergeant no more.
I'm a private.

A 45-year-old private.

Gosh.

- He's putting it on my record.
- Gosh, Ben...

There's one silver lining to this cloud,
though, by George.

You're staying here,
but I'm going to gunnery school...

...a thousand miles away.

WILL: Sergeant?
- Private.

I ain't staying here.

I'm going to gunnery school like you are.

They took you?

You passed the eye test?

It's on the bulletin board.

It was your helping done it for me.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- We're gonna be together.

I've had about all I can take.

You and him be together,
just leave me out of it.

- But we're buddies.
- Buddies?

Last night you said
you was proud of me.

I was drunk.
I didn't know what I was saying.

- You give me your watch.
- I was drunk.

Not when you put me in charge
of the latrine.

You talk to him.
Maybe you can get through.

Cleaning the latrine
isn't a good job, Will.

It's the worst job there is.

It's a punishment job.

It is.

Now do you understand?
There's your buddy.

Make trouble for him for a change.

[SIGHS]

Great.

You thought you were gonna miss him,
so you tore up your transfer.

Well, you don't look so glad
about it now.

You tore up your transfer, Ben?

It was just an application, that's all.

To the infantry.

It doesn't make any difference now.

After this, I couldn't get transferred
to a troop of mules.

I didn't know you done that.

- Just forget about it, will you?
- You ain't sore at me?

I ain't jumping up and down,
you can say that again.

You ain't nothing
but trouble since we met...

...running around acting like a big,
dang donkey.

I'll make it up to you, Ben, honest I will.

Just forget about it, will you?
Don't try to do nothing.

Oh, we'll still speak
because we'll be in the same outfit...

...and that's the military way...

...but forget about it.
We'll both be better off.

- Ben, please...
- Gotta go pack for gunnery school.

Oh, yeah.

Well, Ben, Sergeant King and me,
we all went to gunnery school together.

Like The Three Musketeers.

And they put us on this here squadron
on this here air base?

And it was
way out in the middle of the country.

You know, out of the way
of the other outfits.

And the planes
is what they call obsolete...

...and the officer crews that run them,
well, they wasn't kept up very much either.

I guess it's what you might call
a second-line-of-defense outfit.

But, anyhow, Ben and me
was put on the same flight crew...

...because they put you
according to how you come in your class...

...and we was the bottom two.

Sergeant King though,
he came out on top.

He did. The instructor said
they never seen nothing like it.

It was just as if he had copies of the test
before they gave them.

All right, boys, get this one off
and you can all get back to sleep.

Hey, look at you with an arm band
and a writing pad and everything.

All right, get on the plane.
You're taking off right now.

Hey, we can't. Everybody ain't here yet.

The radio operator and the front gunner,
they ain't showed up.

KING: All right. Get onboard the plane.
Get moving.

Clear.

How come we're going up so early,
sergeant?

To break the sound barrier.

You gotta sneak up on it
when nobody's looking.

Oh.

Excuse me, sir.

- Excuse me, sirs. Howdy.
- What the...?

It's all right, George.
He's one of the crew.

Okay, okay.

Don't come sneaking up
on people like that, fella.

Sorry, sir. I just wanted to see
what you all do up here.

It's on automatic pilot.

- Did you already let up the wheels?
- Heck, yes.

Shucks.

- What are you all do in back, anyhow?
- Nothing much.

I mostly look out the blister
and sweep up a little.

Good night.

Excuse me, sir.

Take an awful long time
to get to Denver, Colorado.

What they doing up there?

Oh, you'd be right proud of them, Ben.
They're working real hard.

Steering and navigating
and engineering and all.

Navigator to pilot.
Navigator to pilot, over.

Pilot to navigator.

Fred, I wish you wouldn't call me
once we're off the ground.

We're over the Gulf of Mexico, you idiot.

How can we be over
the Gulf of Mexico...

...when there's a city below us
half the size of New York?

You wanna come back here
and check the maps?

I figured our position
by dead reckoning...

...and we're smack-dab in the middle
of the Gulf of Mexico.

Hey, fellas, Number 2 engine is dead.

Okay.

[ENGINE FALTERING]

- Prepare for landing.
- This is not a seaplane.

Copilot to rear gunner.
Copilot to rear gunner. Over.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

Howdy.

Have you seen anything below
that might have been a body of water?

No, sir, I ain't seen nothing.
I been sweeping up.

What is the matter with that
radio operator? Pilot to radio operator.

- Pilot to radio operator. Over.
- Copilot to radio operator. Over.

- Navigator to radio operator. Over?
- Rear gunner to everybody.

Radio operator missed the plane.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

- Over.
- Listen, rear gunner...

...you ought to know
how to operate that radio.

See if you can find out
where we are. This is an emergency.

We know exactly where we are.

Hey, sir, you ought to give the job
to the other gunner.

I reckon he'd be about the
best dang radio operator there is...

...in the whole danged Air Force.

All right, just put somebody
on that lousy radio! Over and out!

Hey, hey, hey, Ben. Hey, listen.
Hey, hey, wake up, Ben.

- What?
- Listen, it's an emergency.

We're lost and Lieutenant Bridges
wants you to be the radio operator...

...and find out where we are.

It's your big chance, Ben,
to save the plane and us and everything.

- Me?
- They heard what a good soldier you was.

Golly. Oh, Lord.

- Hey, here's some instructions.
- Good. Read them off.

I'll operate and you be my assistant.

Assistant?

Yes, sir. Heh-heh.

Um..."lmportant notice.

The taxpayers of the United States
paid their..."

- Here. You operate, I'll read.
- Oh, but they gave the job to you, Ben.

Go on. I gotta think for the good
of the outfit.

"Two. Turn oscillator control knob..."

I think that's the big one there.

"...to transmission frequency desired."

Well, what frequency do we desire?

Well, I'll leave that up to you.

Alrighty.

"Adjust Knob B...

...so as to obtain minimum impedance."

Hey, listen, Ben. We got
a little old radio on the porch...

...whenever it won't work,
Pa spits in the back of it...

...and whomps it a good
and it works every time. Let's see.

There you are, she's a-working.

- She's a-working.
- We done it, Will.

Hello?

[SPITS]

Hello?

There. Ha-ha. I told you I'd find an airport.

That's a drive-in movie. Pull up.

Pull up. Pull up.

[ENGINE BACKFIRES]

Hello?

If you get somebody,
be careful what you say.

- It might be the enemy.
- What enemy?

- I don't know, but be careful.
- Okay.

Hello?

[SPITS]

Hello?

OFFICER: Sergeant.
MAN: I'm clear on one.

Door.

[SPITTING O VER RADIO]

Excuse me, sir, but I'm getting
a very odd signal here. Listen.

MAN [O VER RADIO]:
- in 5930, chap. Over.

That is odd.

Sounds like somebody spitting.

BEN: Okay, Will, try it again.
WILL: Yes, sir.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody there?

- Hello?
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello?

Howdy.

- Hey, Ben, I got somebody.
BEN: How about that?

Who are you? Where are you?

WILL:
Ben, he wants to know who we are.

Answer me. Who the devil are you?

He talks like an American, Ben.

Ben says, "First, who are you?"

This is command post
Operation Prometheus.

- Are you in an airplane?
- Sure are.

- Oh, great Scott.
- No, sir. Stockdale.

That must be this pip
on the scope, sir.

- Heading straight towards the tower, sir.
- Judas priest.

- Is this the Gulf of Mexico?
- No, you idiot.

- Send word to stop the detonator.
- It's too late, sir. Zero-minus-4.

Hey, where'd you say we was?

You're right over Yucca Flats, Nevada.
The atomic proving ground.

Listen to me.
I want you to turn that plane around...

...and head right back
where you came from.

There they are.
Straight toward the tower.

Ben says,
"Sorry. Our orders come from General Bush.

We got to do like he says. "

- Eugene Bush?
- Our commanding general.

- Fat fellow with a mustache.
- I might've known.

Get me through to General Bush.

That idiot, I'll kill him for this.

Get me General Bush,
12th Air Group. Emergency.

All right. I don't care what Ben says
or what Eugene Bush said.

I'm a general too,
in the U.S. Army infantry.

The infantry?

Yes, and I'm ordering you to turn
that plane around this minute.

You're heading straight into...

[STATIC WHINING O VER RADIO]

Hello? Hello?

- Great Scott, I've lost them.
- He's right here, sir.

Bush here.

Eugene, this is Vernon Pollard.

Vernon. Well, how are you, old boy?

You've sabotaged my operation,
you idiot.

You were ordered to send your plane
far away and one is coming over us.

I sent them away, Vernon.

- I sent them to Denver.
- I don't care where you sent them.

- What's wrong with your communications?
- What's wrong...

...with your security measures, old boy?

Shut up and listen.

I'm trying to reestablish radio contact.

What kind of idiot radio operators
do you put in planes?

What kind of idiot radio operators
did you put in those planes?

I'll skin you for this, Eugene.

[SPITTING O VER RADIO]

Sir, I've got that signal again.

WILL: Hello?
MAN: Twenty-three, stand by.

Hello?

Hello, listen, here's your General Bush.

They got General Bush there, Ben.

Eugene, I'm putting the telephone
next to the microphone.

Tell this idiot to turn back.

Hello? Who is this?

- Private Stockdale, sir.
- This is General Bush, Stockdale.

- Stockdale?
- Don't move, King.

Tell your pilot
to reverse course immediately.

- You're in extreme danger.
- Roger, sir. Wilco.

Ben says, "How do we know
you are General Bush?"

Tell him Sergeant King
will give him his watch.

- What? Huh?
- It's the only way, sir.

Sergeant King will give his watch.

- He will?
- I think so.

That's good enough for me.
I'll go tell Lieutenant Bridges.

I'll tell him this personal.

Excuse me, lieutenant,
but we talked with General Bush...

...and he says we're in real danger...

...and you should reverse course
quick as a wink.

- Danger? Where are we?
- Smack-dab over Yucca Flats, Nevada.

Holy Pete.

Hey, I just wanted to tell you
what a good job Ben done.

Maybe you could recommend him
for a promotion or something.

- Shut up. Don't bother me.
- But, lieutenant...

...maybe you could get him a medal
or something.

Get back to your station!
Don't bother me!

Don't bother me again for anything!
That's an order!

Yes, sir.

Twenty seconds, sir.

It's working, sir. They're turning.

You did it, Eugene. They're turning.

There they go. They're still turning.

No. They're heading for the tower again.

Ten seconds, sir.

It's all your fault, Eugene.

You've never forgiven me
for those hazings back at the point.

It's all your fault, you blundering idiot.

- For 30 years you've been out to get me.
LIEUTENANT: Five, four...

- And now you're out to wreck my career.
- three, two, one, zero.

What happened? What happened?

- Look, we're on fire!
- We got to jump out!

I got to tell them up front!

No, they said they didn't want
to be bothered about anything...

...no matter what!
- But we can't leave like that!

- They said it was an order, Ben!
- No, Will!

WILL:
Hang on!

[SCREAMS]

Pull to the left!

No, pull to the right!

Hold still, Ben.

What'd you do it for?

You snatched me right out of the plane!
What'd you do it for?

Well, I know you didn't have time
to put on your parachute.

And heck,
you'd have done the same for me.

No, I wouldn't.

Our post was the tail of the plane
and nobody told us to quit it.

But the tail was on fire, Ben.

Our post was a-quitting us.

Do you know what we are now?

- Well, we're alive.
- We're deserters.

Deserters!

Quit wiggling, Ben. Please.

The first lick of danger
and you snatch me away from it.

I'd rather be a dead hero
than a live deserter.

I ain't gonna drop you
no matter what you say.

[MARCHING BAND PLAYING]

Hey, we can slip through here
and nobody'll see us.

We're in for it and we ought to report
back through the gate. That's military.

Yeah, and have them grab us
before we get to the general?

No, by dog, we'll report to General Bush's
office and explain to him in person.

It'll be all right, Ben, you'll see.

Everything seems happy.
Sounds like they're having a band concert.

Oh, Will.

It'll be all right, Ben,
they'll give us some new uniforms.

Yeah, with numbers on the back.

Let's see.
Bush's office is on the other side.

We'll just slip along cautious-like
and keep cover along the buildings.

WILL: How about that?
It's some kind of real big ceremony.

BEN:
Look, the flag, it's at half-mast.

It's a funeral ceremony, that's what it is.

Lieutenant Brides and them others,
they didn't get out of the plane.

Now we got that on our heads too.

Oh, now, Ben, they wasn't so easygoing
they wouldn't know they was on fire.

We'll find out when we report
to the general.

- Everything'll come out real dandy.
- Yeah, sure.

Ten days ago, in Operation Prometheus...

...the power of the atom bomb
was challenged...

...by a band of battle-hardened air aces.

Well, brush, man, brush.
That's genuine leather.

- Here, watch that sleeve.
- The grandstands are full, sir.

You're darned right they are.