The Rear Guard Page #3

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led by a lunatic who

looks like Charlie Chaplin!

I'm making a note of

your insults, Sergeant.

Your name will go on the list,

and when we win the war,

you will be brought to account.

You can put down whatever you want,

but you're not going to win this war.

- Oh, yes we are...

- Oh no, you're not...

- Oh yes we are...

- Oh no you're not...

# Adolf Hitler is a jerk,

# He's nothing but a Nazi

# He thinks that he will win the war...

# He's not so hotsy totsy...

Your name will also go on the list.

What is it?

- Don't tell him, Henderson.

- Henderson. Thank you, Captain.

You know what you

can do with your list.

Captain Rosatti, I was trying to

keep you off, but you asked for it.

Rosatti. Is that two 'T's or one 'T'?

- Two 'T's.

Mr Raskin, can I tell the German

Captain I was only joking?

- Get up there!

- Come down here!

See? You think you got trouble?

Henderson. We gotta get some

sandwiches for the prisoners.

Go over to my cousin Mario's restaurant.

Hold it. You can't feed them from

your cousin Mario's restaurant.

I ate there last week.

- So?

Under the Geneva Convention you cannot

give the prisoners cruel

and inhuman punishment.

Why don't I go to Greenblatt's

kosher delicatessen on the corner?

For the Germans?

The kosher deli will be fine.

All right, get six salami sandwiches.

I would like corned beef.

- All right. One corned beef...

- Lean.

- ...and five salami.

- Just a minute.

Make that three corned beef,

two salamis and a tongue sandwich.

Hold the mustard on the corned beef.

- Henderson!

Go back to the original order:

Six salami sandwiches.

On white bread, with mayonnaise.

The hell with the Geneva Convention.

- Captain Rosatti?

- Yes, Wagner.

May I leave the room?

You've already gone four

times in the last hour.

Not bad for a man of 70.

I want you to stick to your post.

See what I mean, father? I told you,

you can't keep prisoners in a church.

Let Father Fitzgerald decide that.

I am the custodian of this church,

and I say throw the blockheads out.

And they can take their prisoners

right along with them.

Now, Mr. Muldoon...

You shouldn't have been permitted

to use this hall in the first place.

Mr. Muldoon, we've all got to do

our part for the war effort.

What's the matter with him?

- I feel sick.

It must have been the kosher salami.

Anybody would get sick

eating kosher salami in a church.

- Stay away from that prisoner.

- You can't just leave him lying there.

I don't trust him, Father.

Henderson, you look sharp.

You, keep him covered.

Krupinski, watch him like a hawk.

Crawford, over here.

Raskin, draw your side arm.

I'm going in.

Yeah, this whole thing

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