The Dirty Dozen Page #3

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Somebody up there must be

a raving lunatic.

Let's get Colonel Breed in here.

Open.

All right, you men,

this is an exercise period.

So exercise!

Major Reisman, Sergeant Bowren, sir.

-Have the prisoners fall in.

-Sir.

Prisoners, fall in.

All right, come on now. Get with it!

-Come on, come on.

-Move it!

Come on, move!

Hey, you, move, I said, move.

"Franko, V.R.

Death by hanging.

Vladek, M.

Thirty years' hard labor.

Jefferson, R.T.

Death by hanging.

Pinkley, V.L.

Thirty years' imprisonment.

Gilpin, S.

Thirty years' hard labor.

Posey, S.

Death by hanging.

Wladislaw, T.

Death by hanging.

Sawyer, S.K.

Twenty years' hard labor.

Lever, R.

Twenty years' imprisonment.

Bravos, T.R.

Twenty years' hard labor.

Jiminez, P.

Twenty years' hard labor.

Maggott, A.J.

Death by hanging. "

All right, sergeant. Have them fall in

according to height, right to left.

According to height, fall in!

Come on, you jokers, you heard him.

Get in there! Fall in line!

-Come on, move!

-Come on, come on. Turn around.

Come on, here! I said, get in line.

Straighten up your jacket there.

Get over there.

-All right, have them count off.

-Sir. Count off!

Let's see what they can do

with a little close-order.

-Hut, right!

-Right.

Left, march!

Hut, hut, hut, hut.

Two, three, four, hut, hut, hut.

Two, three.

Squad, halt!

About face!

Left, march!

Squad, halt!

Right face! At ease.

Now, what did I say to you?

Or maybe you don't understand English!

-What's the matter, Number 11 ?

-I got a pain.

-Where does it hurt?

-Well, I'll tell you. It's. . . .

I wish you would.

And do it correctly, please.

Oh, I don't have to say, sir, I. . . .

To you or anyone else.

And I don't have to march, either.

And I know the rules.

Why don't you have to march?

Because condemned men

don't have to drill.

And there's nothing you can

do about it, mister.

What's your name, son?

Eleven.

His name is Franko, sir.

Franko, come over here a minute.

Come on.

Look, you little bastard, either you

march or I'll beat your brains out.

Understand?

What'd you see, sergeant?

I saw the major attacked by the prisoner

and forced to defend himself, sir.

All right, have the prisoner

taken back to his cell.

Take his head, I'll get his feet.

Now let's see what they can do

with a little close-order.

Yes, sir.

Squad, ten-hut!

Right face.

Forward, march! Hut.

Squad, halt!

About face!

Forward, march!

General prisoner Franko, Victor, sir.

So how's the jaw?

If you're gonna act tough, you should

learn how to take care of yourself.

You really should.

You're worried about my jaw?

Franko's pain bothers the major?

You were a big man with

the syndicate back in Chicago?

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