For the Boys Page #6

brilliant.

A world-class,

solid-gold son of a b*tch.

Liked the ladies, did he?

He screwed everything that moved,

between Portsmouth and Yokohama.

Really?

No, honey, not me.

I was married.

Back then you... you didn't do it

with someone else if you were married.

Yeah, I think I read

something about that.

Who was he? Your husband.

Michael.

Five, six, seven, eight...

- And duck.

- Oh, gosh.

- Am I too far?

- Algeria's better than Palm Beach.

You get a better class

of scorpion in your tent.

I was nowhere near your tent.

- How about that desert sun, Dix?

- What's the line?

- My sunburn got a sunburn.

- I hate that.

Would you mind awfully

if I worked on it with Art?

- Not awfully.

- Eddie. Eddie.

Why don't we take five?

The sun was so hot that I saw a Nazi pilot

putting nose cream on his Messerschmitt.

- They found him.

- Great.

Sergeant Michael Leonard,

combat photographer, attached to 3rd Army.

- That's him.

- Had to pull some strings.

- He'll be here at 1630 hours.

- What does he know?

- Just to show up.

- I tell you what, I owe you one, pal.

Wait, wait, wait.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I'd like to introduce you to the only

two-star bachelor in North Africa.

- And a very big fan of yours.

- Hi.

Indeed, ma'am. Indeed.

Did you ever see the inside

of a general's command tent?

- No. Am I gonna?

- She's such a kidder. Go on.

So tell me, General,

how did you get all those stars?

Well, you gotta earn 'em, honey.

Wait. You only got two cameras?

I got two cameras on the platform.

I got a handheld over here.

- Listen...

- What's the matter with you?

Why don't we tell her?

Are you nuts?

I want those first reactions on film.

The real thing, no acting.

She sees him, he sees her,

they run, they embrace, they kiss.

You gotta be kidding me.

That's dynamite.

It's a million dollars' worth

of publicity, Sam. A million. Please.

Code three.

Algeria's a better place

than Palm Beach.

You get a much better class

of scorpion in your shorts.

- How about that desert sun, Dix?

- It's just terrible,

The other day I saw a Nazi pilot

putting nose cream on his Messerschmitt,

Dixie?

He's on his way down.

It's a pleasure working with someone

who can make General Patton blush.

- Sergeant Leonard, Sam Schiff.

- That's my wife.

Eddie Sparks'... producer.

- Code three, code three.

- OK, fellas. Code three.

Dixie, it's me! Michael!

Dixie, it's Michael!

It's me! It's me, Michael!

- Oh, my God. My God, it's Michael.

- Merry Christmas.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a little surprise.

A certain sergeant

who hasn't seen his wife in a year.

Come and get her, Mike!

Hey, sarge.

Hey, sarge, break it up here.

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