Fury Page #4

A hundred GERMAN PRISONERS sit listlessly behind barbed wire.

A BULLDOZER plows a heap of dead Germans into a pit.

A ROW OF FIFTEEN SHERMAN TANKS -- Their busy CREWS ready them

for another day's push into Germany. The tankers stop

working and stare in amazement...

HERE COMES FURY -- Driving up fast, it deftly spins and parks

perfectly alongside the newer, cleaner tanks. SERGEANT

DAVIS, commander of the Lucy Sue shakes his head.

SGT. DAVIS

Thought you were dead, Collier.

WARDADDY:

The Devil watches over his own.

Wardaddy jumps down. A pair of MEDICS approach the tank with

a litter. Wardaddy and Gordo haul Red's corpse out of the

tank and lay him onto the litter.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Take care of him. He was a good man.

The Medic SEES the top of Red's head is gone.

MEDIC:

You said you had wounded. We're not

graves registration.

WARDADDY:

Take good care of him. Or I'll take good

care of you.

Wardaddy pats his assault rifle with menace. The Medics

trade looks and depart with the body. Gordo crawls under the

tank and passes out in the mud.

LIEUTENANT PARKER approaches Wardaddy. Young and fresh, he

has just a month with the outfit. He's intimidated by

Wardaddy, this tough tanker hard tempered by war's hammer.

LT. PARKER

Sergeant I was afraid you were dead. I'm

awful sorry about T-5 Conley.

WARDADDY:

It's Red. We call him Red.

(CONTINUED)

Pink Revision - 30th Oct 8.

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LT. PARKER

Sure. Where's the rest of Third Platoon?

WARDADDY:

We're it.

LT. PARKER

What happened out there?

WARDADDY:

Another goddamned green Lieutenant

happened.

LT. PARKER

What do I tell the Captain?

WARDADDY:

Tell him we drove straight into a

strongpoint. Two Tiger tanks were dug in

like pillboxes. I got 'em both. After

they got everyone else.

LT. PARKER

We're moving again. Headquarters

section's already folding. You're in my

platoon now. We're assigned to check out

a town while main unit bypasses.

WARDADDY:

A goddamned flank guard mission?

Wardaddy nods at the Fury. Looking even more ragged in the

daylight.

WARDADDY (CONT’D)

Lieutenant, I gotta short in the master

switch box. Steering linkage is

rattling. Engine's losing compression.

Oil's in the radiator. Bogies need

rubber. There's a 75 gouge on the turret

that'll take twenty pounds of welding rod

to fill in. She's a mess. So's my crew.

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