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WARDADDY:

You know what it's for.

COON-ASS

Why you always whoopin' on me?

WARDADDY:

Because you're an animal. A dog. All

you understand is the fist and boot.

COON-ASS

Bull-sheeet. I understand me the p*ssy

and the gun. Killin' and f***in'.

WARDADDY:

In that order?

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COON-ASS

Maybe. Timing's important. I like me

warm p*ssy. Pipin' hot.

GORDO:

You still talking? Can we get out of

here? Everyone shut up.

WARDADDY:

You shut up. You're a goddamn bottle of

wine. Stink like wine. Think like wine.

Alcohol never solved nothing.

GORDO:

Neither did milk. Let's go. Vamanos.

Vamanos ya.

WARDADDY:

Wanna talk Mexican? Find another tank.

A Mexican tank. This is an American

tank. We talk American.

GORDO:

Who put a nickel in you? You talk Kraut.

You can talk German and I can't talk

Spanish?

WARDADDY:

I use my German as a tool of war.

Coon-Ass grabs his crotch...

COON-ASS

Here's my tool of war.

Bible realizes this isn't about horses or Spanish. It's

about Red --The man with his head blown off in the Bow

Gunner's seat. Bible hands Wardaddy some coffee he warmed on

a Coleman stove.

WARDADDY:

Thanks, Boyd.

BIBLE:

Stop ragging on everyone. You didn't

kill Red. The German's did.

WARDADDY:

That's true. But I sure didn't keep him

alive.

BIBLE:

His number came up. That's all. We've

been lucky. Until now. Settle down.

Wardaddy adds sugar to his coffee. Stirs it with a greasy

callused finger. He opens the German's mapcase --Discovers

several maps...

WARDADDY:

Thank heavens. We got a map.

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Wardaddy studies a German map...

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

We're here. Battalion Area's to the

South. This hardball road here'll get us

back. Sound good?

COON-ASS

You got the stripes, Daddy. You figure

it out.

WARDADDY:

I got more, boy. Need more?

Wardaddy pokes his head out of the commander's hatch and

listens carefully to the coming dawn. His finely tuned

instincts kick in. Wardaddy drops back inside -- Pulls the

hatch shut with a CLANK...

THEN:

The sound of ROARING LOCOMOTIVES -- An Artillery barrage is

on the way...

BOOM-BOOM-KABOOM! -- Shells explode around the tank. Rocking

it. For the moment the men are safe in their steel cocoon.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Coon-Ass? Anytime, sweetheart.

Coon-Ass turns a last bolt then extricates himself from the

batteries.

COON-ASS

'Kay. Crank her up, Gordo. Whip this

b*tch like your donkey back in Old

Mexico.

GORDO:

I'll whip your Alabama ass with my donkey

cock.

Gordo pushes the starter button. Expectant faces. The

engine RUMBLES but doesn't catch...

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