Edge of Tomorrow Page #3

regardless of what kind of

parasitic scum they were going in.

[MAN WHISTLES]

Squad! This here is Private Cage.

Private Cage, J Squad.

Isn't that an officer's uniform?

Those sure ain't officer cufflinks.

FARELL:
I see everyone is

having a productive morning.

You know, it gives me a swell of

pride knowing soldiers of your...

caliber will be leading

the charge tomorrow.

Tip of the spear.

Edge of the knife.

Crack of my...

ass.

NANCE:
Oh, sh*t.

FARELL:
Private Kimmel,

what is my view of gambling...

- ...in the barracks?

- You dislike it, Sergeant Farell.

Nance, why do I dislike it?

It entertains the notion our fate

is in hands other than our own.

FARELL:
And what is my definitive

position on the concept of fate, chorus?

ALL:
Through readiness and discipline,

we are masters of our fate.

FARELL:

You might call that notion ironic.

But trust me, you'll come around.

Private Cage is a deserter.

I'm making you all personally

responsible for his deliverance.

He will be combat ready

at 0600 tomorrow.

Combat ready?

FARELL:
Cage is under the

delusion he does not belong here.

We must dissuade him

of this delusion.

If he tries to run, feel free to dissuade

him until he can't piss standing up.

You have to listen to me.

- I will never be combat ready.

- I envy you, Cage.

Tomorrow morning, you will

be baptized. Born again.

PT! Ten minutes!

So everybody

Come along with me

Go down the river

And wash your feet

To where the people

Live a life that's sweet

And a place that's ripe

You're not in uniform... private.

[ALARM WAILING]

MAN [OVER PA]:
Could all

combat-ready squadrons proceed...?

FARELL:
It's a new day, people.

Destiny calls.

The world expects only one

thing from us:
That we will win.

[CHATTERING]

Come on, Kimmel, let's have it!

Oh, for chrissake, Kimmel.

I got to be free, man.

Let's get this show on

the road. I gotta suit up.

What's that noise? That...

MAN 1:
Let's go.

Listen, I've never

been in one of these.

I've never been with two

girls at the same time.

You can bet when that day

comes, I'll make it work.

Kimmel.

It's Griff.

Griff. Griff. You bet.

Just think about this, man.

I could hurt somebody with it.

Not with the safety on, you won't.

But...

- Where is the safety?

- MAN 2:
Exactly.

MAN:
It's time.

Bloody hell, it's the Full Metal...

Move.

- FARELL:
Griff.

- Sarge?

- Take care of Private Cage.

- What, all day?

Something tells me it won't

be nearly that long.

- Cage!

- Cage!

- Cage!

FARELL:
We lost Germany.

We lost France.

If we lose today we won't

get to fight another.

I know the pressure

on you is enormous.

Two minutes to drop.

It's all right to be scared.

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