Johnny Got His Gun Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1971
- 111 min
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is a cripple, and--
and all he can do
is go around
selling pencils!
Oh, no!
Not my other arm, too!
No, no! Please, no.
You've already taken
one of my arms--
I want him moved to
the least conspicuous room
you can find,
for his own good.
A room with a lock
and something over the windows
so they can't peer
in at him.
There isn't a decent
unoccupied room in the building.
Utility room?
Supply room?
Store room? Anything.
He can't tell
the difference.
Put someone
in here who can.
There's a game out there,
and the stakes are high.
And the guy who runs it
figures the averages
all day long
and all night long.
Once in a while,
he lets you steal a pot.
But if you stay
in the game long enough,
you've got to lose.
And once you've lost,
there's no way back.
No way at all.
Hit me.
Pay 20.
Christ, I sure could
do with a shot of whiskey.
Help yourself.
Bets down.
How'd you learn that?
I used to do it
at weddings.
Hey, can you do
card tricks, too?
Sure.
Cards to the gamblers.
Hit me.
I'm just fine.
Boy, I'm just fine.
Hit me.
Stan?
Hit me,
but not too hard.
Now, watch him get 21.
Pay 21.
It's a funny thing,
I can do
almost everything
but hit a 12.
any harder to hit
then a 13, should it?
Shouldn't be, but it is.
That's nothing
but superstition.
A 12 to hit
is just the same
as any other
number above it,
only better.
Don't let anybody
tell you different.
Assembly. What time
is it anyhow?
Three Christmases
and 41 days.
Time to go.
If I don't make
that train, I miss--
I miss a date to be killed
on the 27th of June
at 4:
30 a.m.in the morning.
Not too good
for my kid, huh?
He's only a year,
eight months,
and smart as hell
already.
Sure wish I could see
him when he was 5.
You'll see him
when he's 50.
And you'll still be 23.
What the hell?
We're all gonna be killed.
That's what we're here for.
He's already got his.
And the big Swede here,
and die on shipboard.
I'm gonna get buried
in a trench cave-in
and smothered to death.
Now, isn't that
a hell of way to go?
Jeez.
All aboard!
Next stop, New York,
Atlantic Ocean,
and Paris, France!
What's this guy doing here?
He ain't gonna get killed.
Leave him alone.
He's all right.
Come on, boys.
On your feet.
We've got to make
that train.
Are you going with us?
Of course. I've got
lots of trains to handle.
Lots of dead men.
So many dead men,
you wouldn't believe it.
Not my legs! Not my legs, too!
Oh, God, no.
Not my legs, too.
Help me, somebody.
Help me.
Don't let them
cut my legs off.
Don't let them take my legs, too.
Jesus.
They just went ahead
and chopped off everything.
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