The Americanization of Emily Page #6

Communist. Five years at the most.

Here's your drink, sir.

Murderers, boy. Murderers.

You're on the nose there, George.

Andrew, for one.

Take the steam out of it.

And your damned Army in China, anyway.

I'll leave your drink on the bed table, sir.

Come to think of it, I don't have a girl.

I don't have a man.

You think we can keep it on that level?

Not a chance.

It's going to be just one of those things,

you and I.

I like your spirit, Commander.

- I'm not your type, you know.

- Like hell, you're not.

I would have thought you'd fancy heroes.

I'm yellow, honey, clear through.

That's your most attractive quality.

I've had it with heroes.

Every man I've loved has died in this war.

You'll never get caught in the shooting.

That's one thing I'm sure of.

You can't imagine how attractive

that makes you to me.

Easy, tiger. That's a tailored shirt.

Shut up and let me kiss you.

The first dead man on Omaha Beach

must be a sailor.

You read me, sir?

The first dead man on Omaha Beach

must be a sailor.

Put your mind on that, sir.

Dear me, what was that about?

What did he say?

I think he said, "The first dead man

on Omaha Beach must be a sailor. "

That's a very piquant thing to say,

don't you think?

Yes, I think I'd call it piquant.

Does he do that often?

No. I don't think I ever remember him

doing that before.

Excuse me a minute, will you, please?

Hello, Charlie.

The first dead man on Omaha Beach

must be a sailor.

Think about that for a minute.

In what reference, sir?

The Unknown Sailor.

Let me kick that around

in my own mind for a minute.

Charlie, I want the whole team

in my office tomorrow morning at 0900...

to discuss just that.

To discuss just what, sir?

Arrange that, Charlie.

Good night, Charlie.

Good night, sir.

- Who is it?

- Always barging in...

- Bus, the strangest thing happened.

- Close the door!

The Admiral came into my room

in his nightshirt...

yelling, "The first dead man

on Omaha Beach must be a sailor. "

What's up? You can see

the obvious state of affairs here.

The Admiral's ripped a braid.

He came barging in, yelling,

"The first dead... "

- For Pete's sake, tomorrow morning...

- Tomorrow morning at 0900...

the Admiral wants the team

in his office to discuss...

"The first dead man on Omaha Beach

must be a sailor. "

Yeah. Swell. Great.

Where are my ruddy shoes?

Tomorrow morning, Charlie?

- Bloody rude Americans!

- All right.

- They're all the same!

- Tomorrow morning.

I think Charlie's flipped his screw.

This hotel's like a ruddy circus,

if you don't mind me saying.

I mean, really!

Now, it's okay, baby.

We've got about a month.

I want a movie made that shows

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