Dead Reckoning

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Come on, speak up.

The papers fell down, your blouse

dropped, the captain said to hang it.

- What's the matter with your mouth?

- Personal secret. Never lets go of it.

Six-two and even, he swallows it,

his senior sorority pin.

I peeked at your papers,

and he rescued them.

You went through my papers?

The war's over. Where are we going

and why? We don't like secrets.

Thank you. I should have known better

than try to hold back from men...

...who have operated the way

you have behind enemy lines.

I wanted Gen. Steele to see

your faces when you heard.

Cold Steele?

It's his doing that

your recommendation passed.

- Johnny's congressional?

- Congressional?

There were certain errors

in your report of the incident.

Don't tell me the guys

in Washington refused?

Those guys decided to award

the Congressional Medal to Drake...

...and the Distinguished Service Cross

to the officer with him.

How's that?

The congressional. Won't you

look pretty standing up there?

Maybe he'll even let you

sit on his piano.

- With the newsreels grinding.

- In Technicolor.

What's the gripe?

That's the best they've got.

You shouldn't have done it!

Sometimes you go soft-headed.

I'd like to see a blond do that to me.

- What's the gimmick?

- Basic grammar.

- I'll bet she talks beautifully now.

- Think so?

You look like the first time you

jumped. Look, kid, if it's trouble...

Yeah, we had some, didn't we?

Not like this, though.

Quit living inside there.

If you can't tell me...

I can tell you.

I just don't want any medal.

Is that all you don't want?

- Captain Murdock?

- On the hoof.

Camera boys would like

shots of you two.

Could you come out?

You only stop here for 5 minutes.

- The city of brotherly love?

- To New Yorkers. They don't live here.

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