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MORE EXPLODING SHELLS -- Incredibly loud. Shrapnel PINGS off

the hull. They endure it with their trademark stoicism.

They've been through it before --But a direct hit can kill

them...

WARDADDY:

Choke'er up. She's cold.

Gordo opens the choke. Tries again. The engine rumbling.

Doesn't start. Worried faces.

GORDO:

There's condensation on the plugs.

WARDADDY:

Plugs're good. Don't flood it.

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GORDO:

Drunk or not I can start a damn tank.

VROOM! --The engine ROARS to life. They are relieved. Low

key and businesslike, they don their headsets --It's now

unbelievably loud in the tank. Coon-Ass joins Wardaddy and

Bible in the turret basket.

WARDADDY:

Move out!

Gordo double-clutches and shifts into first. The tank

lurches. Bible presses his eye to the gunsight...

Wardaddy rotates the turret with his THUMBSWITCH, looking

outside through a PERISCOPE...

BEHIND GORDO --We see the turret basket rotating, the legs

of Wardaddy, Bible and Coon-Ass standing inside -- It's an

impressive sight...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Forward! Pick it up! Forward!

The tank RATTLES, CLANKS and SHUDDERS. Ammo cases, weapons,

C-rations vibrate. We are in the belly of the beast...

KABOOM-BOOM-BOOM! -- Shells explode dangerously close. The

tank shudders. Gordo clutches, shifts into second. Stomps

the gas. The tank builds speed. Wardaddy SEES the road...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Driver! Left. Left. Left.

ON GORDO -- Turning the tank with the two big steering

levers. He whips it onto the road, upshifts into third gear.

The tank builds speed --Moving surprisingly fast.

Gordo can sure drive a tank. Eyes riveted to his periscope.

Gas, oil, blood and piss sloshing over his boots. Red's body

in the seat next to him.

Leaving the CRASHING artillery behind...

3 EXT. FARMER'S FIELD - PREDAWN 3

Out of immediate danger, Wardaddy opens his hatch and takes

his normal position -- Exposed from the chest up in the

commander's hatch. He grips a captured German assault rifle,

grimly scanning for threats with his cold hard eyes.

The Fury has escaped. Her crew is neither grateful or

relieved. There is work to do. The war is not over...

4 EXT. BATTALION AREA - DAY 4

A farmer's field has been overrun by a traveling circus of

death --An American Armored Battalion. A couple thousand

men. A couple hundred vehicles.

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The TIRED MEN load TIRED VEHICLES for another day on the

attack. Months of spearheading into Germany have taken their

toll.

A BOOMING ARTILLERY BATTERY pumps rounds into German targets

miles away. The BLACK DRIVERS of the Redball Express Trucks

unload heaps of supplies from their trucks. MECHANICS,

CLERKS, COOKS and MPs move with purpose. INFANTRYMEN clean

weapons. A CHAPLAIN gives last rights outside the surgery

tent as MEDICS line up more litters of WOUNDED MEN.

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