Edge of Tomorrow Page #2

About-turn!

[PEOPLE SPEAKING OVER PA

IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:

Supplies closing in 10 minutes.

SERGEANT:
On your feet maggot!

That is no way to address

an officer, sergeant.

It's how I address a slack-jawed

recruit before I bust his hole

with my boot heel, maggot.

FARELL:
Hold up there, sergeant.

Can I help you, sir?

Where the hell am I, sergeant?

Forward Operating Base Heathrow.

You just came in with

the fresh recruits.

Do I strike you as a fresh recruit?

No, sir, you do not.

My name is Major William Cage.

- I'm an American officer.

- Officer?

This is processing.

There's no officers here.

I got this, sergeant.

How the hell did you

end up in processing?

What was it? Poker night?

Bachelor party?

If it's all the same

to you, sergeant...

I'd like to explain that to my

commanding officer in Washington.

- If you'll take me to a phone...

- Haven't you heard?

We're T-minus-Haul-Ass-H-Hour.

We're fixing to invade France.

This whole FOB's on lockdown.

No calls, in or out.

- Name is Farell.

- That's right.

Master Sergeant Farell.

You're an American.

No, sir. I'm from Kentucky.

Okay. Well, look at me.

And look at where I am.

I've been railroaded.

It's obvious I don't belong here.

So please, sergeant, there has to

be a way I can make a phone call.

I'll get you sorted out, sir.

- Thank you.

- Right this way.

CAGE:
Where you from in Kentucky?

FARELL:
Little town called

Science Hill. Heard of it?

I have now.

- Where you from?

- Cranbury, New Jersey.

They grow a lot of

cranberries there?

Tomatoes. Best you ever had.

Why they call it Cranberry, then?

Why they call it Science Hill?

Never asked. Don't care.

After you.

You're not taking me

to a phone, are you?

No, I am not.

Seems about the only honest thing

you said to me so far is your name.

Says here you're a deserter.

It says here you were caught

impersonating an officer. It says here...

you'd likely try to make an outside call,

compromise security of this operation.

Anything to get out of

combat duty tomorrow.

But that's not gonna happen.

Ever.

Private Cage.

[WILLY MOON'S "RAILROAD

TRACK" PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Take you down to the early days

When the champagne

Flow like a river stream

FARELL:
Rumor is a terrible thing.

Come nightfall, these men will

all reach the same conclusion.

That you're a coward and a liar,

putting your life above theirs.

Good news is there's

hope for you, private.

Hope in the form of glorious combat.

Battle is the great redeemer.

The fiery crucible in which the

only true heroes are forged.

The one place where all men

truly share the same rank...

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