The Dirty Dozen: The Fatal Mission Page #5

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General Richter.

Yes, mein Fhrer.

No, mein Fhrer,

it will not be a problem.

We shall be in Istanbul

on September the 3rd.

Yes, mein Fhrer.

Thank you.

If there is nothing

further, gentlemen...

And you honestly believe

that this man can take

a bunch of misfits, murderers...

and common thieves

and turn them into

a cohesive fighting machine?

Oh, it is not an entirely

original concept, gentlemen:

A "legion of the damned."

Ordinarily, I'd be the first man out,

but since this is

our maiden voyage,

Sergeant Holt will do the honours.

What's the matter, Muez?

You seem a little tense.

I signed up to kill Germans,

not jump out of planes.

Wrong.

You were due to go down

one way or another.

Either six foot at the end of a rope,

or 6000 feet from an airplane.

Look, you got

yourself a good deal.

I'll let you know when

I got a good deal, major.

Now, ordinarily, you'd have

several days for preparation

and your first jump

would have been in the daytime.

But there is no time.

Your next jump now

will be at night

and into Yugoslavia.

Attach your cables.

Good luck.

Go!

D'Agostino?

What the hell's wrong

with you, D'Agostino?

I can't jump, major.

I never been any good

at heights. I can't do it.

It's a hell of a time

to tell somebody, soldier!

Get up there and jump!

No, major.

I can't. I'll get killed, I know it.

You want everybody to know

that the hotshot syndicate hit man...

has a yellow streak a mile long?

I can't jump, major!

You're so cool.

You even offered them a last drag

from your own cigarette

just before

you blew their brains out.

You want a cigarette?

Jump, you bum.

I got to go. I'll freeze my leg.

Come on! Let's get going!

- Move it or milk it.

- Come on.

- Come on, move it.

- It's freezing up here.

Come on, let's move! Geronimo!

Gotta be a nicer way to see

Europe again, right, Hoffman?

Hey, major, I'm an all-American boy.

My parents just travelled

around a lot.

Oh, my God!

Last night...

after Hoffman bounced

I had his body brought back here,

along with his parachute.

You think this was more than a

routine training accident, major?

I know now, lieutenant,

that it was no accident.

The chute line on Hoffman's

parachute was cut.

He jumped out of that plane with

the jump ring in perfect position

and the chute still didn't open.

I thought the men

packed their own chutes.

No, you're talking about

paratroopers, lieutenant.

My men are thieves and murderers.

These are prefolded and put on

an airplane by jump instructors.

Anybody could have got

to Hoffman's parachute,

even helped him on with it.

You said it yourself, major.

You've got thieves and murderers.

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