The Devil's Brigade Page #3

...prison records,

how many times you've been drunk...

...AWOL or both.

I know all about you...

...and I couldn't care less.

I want men that are tough...

...Iove to fight, fight to win,

and would rather die than quit.

Now, that's asking a lot...

...but no more than you're capable of

if you'll accept the challenge.

We'll soon find out about that, too.

Good luck to you all. Dismiss your men.

Company, ten hut!

- Fall out!

- Cpl. Peacock!

- Fall out the Canadians.

- Yes, sir!

Canadian company dismissed!

- Can you believe that?

- Lend me your hat. I may vomit.

- Sir...

- You, soldier.

- Where are you going?

- Sir, I've got to see the Colonel.

If you ever hope to see

the outside world again...

...get back where you belong.

I don't belong anywhere.

I'm AWOL from Camp Gillam.

I escaped from the stockade.

I didn't arrive on the train, I walked.

- I want to transfer to this outfit.

- Get!

Soldier!

- In my office.

- Thank you, sir.

Phone his camp. Find out all about him.

I'll be in Communications. Let me know.

- Excuse me, haven't we met before?

- Get the hell outta here!

It's just that you remind me

of a sweet young thing I used to know.

I won't tell you again, mate.

Even sound like her.

Corporal, sir, you've got

a beautiful group of handpicked men here.

- You really do.

- Bugger off.

Where I come from,

the only thing we pick by hand...

...is little yellow daffodils.

Where we come from,

we pick the rotten apples from the barrel...

...and feed them to the hogs.

Listen. One of them's a frog!

Go ahead. Say something, froggy!

Merde.

Just exactly what does that mean?

To most people, it's an insult.

But to you, I'd say it was a compliment.

- Peacock!

- Sir!

- Yes, sir.

- Peacock!

- At ease.

- Thank you, sir.

Long walk from Camp Gillam.

You must be more than ordinarily eager

to join the First Special Service Force.

Any job that's open, sir.

Or get out of any trouble

that you happen to be in.

You know, the one thing

I have excess of here is the troublemaker.

Yes, sir.

But if I heard your speech correctly, sir,

I think you've got the answer.

Incite border warfare, so to speak...

...between the Americans and Canadians.

I only assume that was your intention, sir.

- What kind of trouble do you make?

- I play the piano, sir.

When I washed out as a flier,

I was assigned to Capt. Quill.

He runs the Officers' Club.

I was to clean up during the day

and play piano at night.

I didn't much fancy sitting out the war

playing I'll Never Smile Again...

...so I asked to be transferred

to Intelligence.

That should be a perfect spot for you.

You're obviously intelligent,

perceptive, adroit.

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