EXT. FIELD - DAY
A football game is in progress. Six guys on each side,
khaki pants, work shirts, T-shirts. OVER, we hear the
Virge Hoogesteger., What kind of
name is that? Nicknamed 'The
Virgin.' Well, look at him. Poor
into bed and she wants to make him
brush his teeth and wash behind
Look at this goon. Jack Bocci
from Brooklyn. He's a magician.
Wants to be the next Houdini.
Well, he's escaped twenty-four
missions. Not bad for an amateur.
This is the religious one.
Eugene McVey. Nineteen from
Cleveland. There's always one
from Cleveland. High strung,
something. How'd he get in this
Rascal? That can't be his real
name. Here we go. Richard Moore,
but called the Rascal. Thinks
he's a real ladies man. Talks
dirty, the whole bit. Well, he'll
grow out of it. If he grows at all.
Clay Busby, a farmer's son from
a New Orleans whorehouse. Better
keep that out of the papers.
Last, we see DANNY DALY. He has the ball and is going
Oh boy, this kid couldn't be more
Irish if he tried. Even his name,
Danny Daly. He's the
intellectual. Writes poetry.
Likes to read. Hates sports.
and raises the ball in triumph. Just then, a huge olive
directly overhead. The game is forgotten and everyone
Men are coming from all over the base, on foot and
How many went out?
Officer) on the phone.
efficiently -- no detail is too small. In the b.g. are
How can I promise you 24 planes
tomorrow when they're not even
shocked by what he hears. He speaks quietly.
Where? But we hit that target a
month ago, sir. I thought...
I know we have to put the pressure
the other end.
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