The Dirty Dozen Page #4

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You've seen my record.

Yeah, I've seen your record,

so let's knock it off, huh?

So, what happens first

when you hit London?

You get involved in a penny-ante stickup

and start blasting and kill some old guy.

And come away with what?

-What did you have when they got you?

-What did I have? What do you mean?

Come on, big shot.

How much money did you have?

I had enough.

Two pounds and 10 shilling.

That's almost 10 dollars.

You're gonna get yourself hung

for a lousy 10 bucks.

-What's that to you?

-Nothing.

Then why don't you get off my back?

You didn't come to visit me.

What do you want?

I don't care if they hang you

for 10 dollars or 10 cents.

It makes no difference to me.

But it just so happens that temporarily

I got a little pull around here.

And I might be able to get you

off the hook, if I wanted to.

Are you a general?

You're not a general, and only

a general can grant my reprieve.

Look, stupid.

I'm making you a proposition.

All I want from you

is a straight yes or no.

-You talk, I'll listen.

-Okay.

You either can sweat out the two days

you have before the hanging. . .

. . .or you join an outfit

that I'm putting together.

If you do that, I'll have you

out of here in less than 24 hours.

But you'll be worked to death, and

there's not a beating you won't take.

And then

when I'm satisfied with you. . .

. . .you'll go where the Army tells you.

Chances are you'll get killed anyway.

You don't know Victor Franko.

-Guard.

-All right, what's the deal?

What's the deal if I do stay alive?

-Might get off the hook.

-Count me in.

But you foul up once,

anywhere along the line, just once. . .

. . .and you'll be back here

at the end of a rope.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute!

What's the matter with you?

You think I want to die?

If you do, then you don't

know Victor Franko.

How come you speak German?

Because my old man was

a coal miner in Silesia.

If he didn't speak German,

he didn't dig coal and he didn't eat.

That was the language he spoke

when he came to the States?

Pretty tough job in those days.

Yeah, it still is.

I don't like officers,

not any of them, and I never have.

But you were one yourself,

weren't you?

Yeah, three lousy days.

Somebody must have thought

you'd make a good officer.

They made a big mistake, didn't they?

Well, I thought you claimed

he was going over the hill.

What the hell are you talking about,

"claimed"?

He was going over the hill.

My outfit was pinned down by

the worst crossfire you ever saw.

Half of them bleeding to death.

And this lover took off like a rabbit. . .

. . .with the medical supplies

on his back.

The only way to stop him

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