Patton Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Patton Script


 

                   

(CHATTERING)



 

                   

MAN: Ten-hut!



 

                   

(SILENCE)



 

                   

(BUGLE PLAYS)



 

                   

Be seated.



 

                   

(SHUFFLING)



 

                   

Now, I want you to remember. . .



 

                   

. . .that no bastard ever won a war. . .



 

                   

. . .by dying for his country.



  

                   

He won it. . .



  

                   

. . .by making the other poor dumb

bastard die for his country.



  

                   

Men. . .



  

                   

. . .all this stuff you've heard

about America not wanting to fight. . .



  

                   

. . .wanting to stay out of the war. . .



  

                   

. . .is a lot of horse dung.



  

                   

Americans. . .



  

                   

. . .traditionally love to fight.



  

                   

All real Americans love

the sting of battle.



  

                   

When you were kids. . .



  

                   

. . .you all admired

the champion marble shooter. . .



  

                   

. . .the fastest runner, big-league

ball players, the toughest boxers.



  

                   

Americans love a winner. . .



  

                   

. . .and will not tolerate a loser.



  

                   

Americans play to win all the time.



  

                   

I wouldn't give a hoot in hell

for a man who lost and laughed.



  

                   

That's why Americans have never lost

and will never lose a war. . .



  

                   

. . .because the very thought

of losing. . .



  

                   

. . .is hateful to Americans.



  

                   

Now. . .



  

                   

. . .an army is a team.



  

                   

It lives, eats, sleeps,

fights as a team.



  

                   

This individuality stuff

is a bunch of crap.



  

                   

The bilious bastards who wrote

that stuff about individuality. . .



  

                   

. . .for the Saturday Evening Post...



  

                   

. . .don't know anything more about real

battle than they do about fornicating.



  

                   

Now we have the finest food

and equipment. . .



  

                   

. . .the best spirit. . .



  

                   

. . .and the best men in the world.



  

                   

You know. . .



  

                   

. . .by God, I actually pity those poor

bastards we're going up against.



  

                   

By God, I do.



  

                   

We're not just going to shoot

the bastards. . .



  

                   

. . .we're going to cut out

their living guts. . .



  

                   

. . .and use them to grease

the treads of our tanks.



  

                   

We're going to murder those lousy

Hun bastards by the bushel.



  

                   

Now. . .



  

                   

. . .some of you boys. . .



  

                   

. . .I know are wondering. . .



  

                   

. . .whether or not you'll chicken out

under fire. Don't worry about it.



  

                   

I can assure you. . .



  

                   

. . .that you will all do your duty.



  

                   

The Nazis. . .



  

                   

. . .are the enemy.



  

                   

Wade into them!



  

                   

Spill their blood!

Shoot them in the belly!



  

                   

When you put your hand. . .



  

                   

. . .into a bunch of goo. . .



  

                   

. . .that a moment before was

your best friend's face. . .



  

                   

. . .you'll know what to do.



  

                   

There's another thing

I want you to remember.



  

                   

I don't want to get any messages

saying we are "holding our position. "



  

                   

We're not "holding" anything.

Let the Hun do that.



  

                   

We're advancing constantly. We're not

interested in holding on to anything. . .



  

                   

. . .except the enemy.



  

                   

We're going to hold on to him

by the nose and kick him in the ass.



  

                   

We're going to kick the hell

out of him all the time. . .



  

                   

. . .and we're going to go through him

like crap through a goose!



  

                   

Now. . .



  

                   

. . .there's one thing. . .



  

                   

. . .that you men will be able to say

when you get back home.



  

                   

And you may thank God for it.



  

                   

Thirty years from now when you're

sitting around your fireside. . .



  

                   

. . .with your grandson on your knee. . .



  

                   

. . .and he asks you:



  

                   

"What did you do in the great

World War ll?"



  

                   

You won't have to say:



  

                   

"Well. . .



  

                   

. . .I shovelled shit in Louisiana. "



  

                   

All right, now, you sons of bitches. . .



  

                   

. . .you know how I feel.



  

                   

I will be proud. . .



  

                   

. . .to lead you wonderful guys

into battle anytime. . .



  

                   

. . .anywhere.



  

                   

That's all.



  

                   

(JEEPS RUMBLING)



  

                   

(DOG BARKS)



  

                   

The Arabs need food and clothing.



  

                   

They strip our dead before

we can even bury them.



  

                   

Looks like the reports were

pretty accurate.



  

                   

Sixty-one armored vehicles,

   tons of ammunition. . .



  

                   

. . .twenty-five   mm guns,

three self-propelled     s.



  

                   

Not counting mortars, machine guns,

rifles. . .



  

                   

. . .pistols, telescopes, belt buckles,

Gl socks.



  

                   

One thousand, eight hundred men.



  

                   

(CHEERING)



  

                   

(SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)



  

                   

Our people salute you, general. . .



  

                   

. . .for your brilliant amphibious

landing on the continent of Africa. . .



  

                   

. . .and for your enlightened

administration of our country.



   

                   

I've enjoyed being here, Excellency.



   

                   

Naturally, I'd prefer to be in Tunisia

fighting the Germans.



   

                   

(BAND PLAYS)



   

                   

"The lions in their dens

tremble at his approach. "



   

                   

I appreciate that, Excellency.



   

                   

(BAND PLAYS)



   

                   

Magnificent!



   

                   

I wish our troops looked that good.



   

                   

Tell me, general,

what do you think of Morocco?



   

                   

I love it, Excellency.



   

                   

It's a combination

of the Bible and Hollywood.



   

                   

BRADLEY: These men fight at Kasserine?

CARVER: Yes, sir.



   

                   

For the American Army to take

a licking like that. . .



   

                   

. . .the first time at bat

against the Germans. . . .



   

                   

Up against Rommel, what we need

is the best tank man we've got.



   

                   

Somebody tough enough

to pull this outfit together.



   

                   

-Patton?

-Possibly.



   

                   

God help us.



   

                   

(SIREN WAILS)



   

                   

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)



   

                   

Lieutenant. . .



   

                   

. . .where is the duty officer?



   

                   

Sir. . . .



   

                   

-He said he's caught at shaving.

-Why isn't he here on duty?



   

                   

Guess he needed a shave.



   

                   

We got a new commanding general

due today.



   

                   

(CRASHING)



   

                   

MAN: Who the hell is kicking me

in the butt?



   

                   

Oh, sorry, sir.



   

                   

-What were you doing down there?

-Trying to get some sleep, sir.



   

                   

Well. . . .



   

                   

Get back down there, son.



   

                   

You're the only son of a bitch here

who knows what he's trying to do.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

PATTON: Brad, how the hell are you?

-Fine, George. Good to see you.



   

                   

We were all under the impression

you wouldn't be here until     .



   

                   

Yes, I gathered that.



   

                   

-You know my boy, Dick Jenson.

-Yes.



   

                   

Brad, tell me.



   

                   

-What are you doing here?

-Ike wanted a report on Kasserine.



   

                   

Meanwhile, I have to stay here

as an observer. . .



   

                   

. . .but I report directly to Ike.



   

                   

You're spying.



   

                   

Get me General Eisenhower's

headquarters.



   

                   

Tell me, Brad. . .



   

                   

. . .what happened at Kasserine?

I heard it was a shambles.



   

                   

Apparently, everything went wrong.



   

                   

We'd send over a   mm shell,

the krauts would return an   .



   

                   

Their tanks are diesels.



   

                   

Even when we managed to hit one

they kept on running. Our tanks. . . .



   

                   

The men call them

"Purple Heart boxes. "



   

                   

One hot piece of shrapnel

and the gasoline explodes.



   

                   

I warned them about the tank.



   

                   

I taIked to one of the

soldiers about the half-tracks.



   

                   

I asked them if the machine-gun

bullets pierced the armor.



   

                   

And he said, "No, sir.



   

                   

They just come through one side

and rattle around a bit. "



   

                   

I understand they had a little trouble

coordinating the air cover.



   

                   

The trouble was no air cover.



   

                   

-General Smith on the line, sir.

-Excuse me, Brad.



   

                   

Bedell?



   

                   

Listen, I'm calling about Bradley

and his job here.



   

                   

I need a good number-two man, I want

to make Brad my deputy commander.



   

                   

You clear it with Ike?



   

                   

All right, thanks, Bedell.



   

                   

Now you're not spying for Eisenhower

anymore, you're working for me.



   

                   

-Okay?

-Fine, okay.



   

                   

Dick. You got those stars?



   

                   

-Yes, sir.

-Let's get them on.



   

                   

What's the matter, Brad?

I've been nominated by the president.



   

                   

I know, but it doesn't become official

until it's approved by the Senate.



   

                   

Well. . .



   

                   

. . .they have their schedule

and I have mine.



   

                   

George. . .



   

                   

. . .if you were named admiral

of the Turkish Navy. . .



   

                   

. . .I believe your aides could dip

into their haversacks. . .



   

                   

. . .and come up with the appropriate

badge of rank.



   

                   

Anyway, congratulations.

Premature congratulations.



   

                   

You know. . . .



   

                   

I think those stars look better

on a green shirt.



   

                   

Did I ever tell you about the time I

designed a uniform for tank crewmen?



   

                   

It was green leather,

it had red stripes. . .



   

                   

. . .and sort of a row of brass buttons

down across here.



   

                   

And topped off

by a gold football helmet.



   

                   

The Army rejected it, of course.



   

                   

Goddamn, it was beautiful.



   

                   

(WHISTLE BLOWS)



   

                   

Lloyd Fredendall is just leaving.



   

                   

George, there's one other thing I put

in my Kasserine report.



   

                   

Some of our boys

were just plain scared.



   

                   

That's understandable.



   

                   

Even the best foxhound is gun-shy

the first time out.



   

                   

I can remember. . .



   

                   

. . .when nothing frightened me

as much as the idea of. . .



   

                   

. . .a bullet coming

straight for my nose.



   

                   

I don't know why, but the image of a

bullet coming right for my nose. . .



   

                   

. . .was more horrible

than any other possibility.



   

                   

Well, I can understand that,

with such a handsome nose.



   

                   

You want to know why this outfit

got the hell kicked out of it?



   

                   

Blind man could see it in a minute.



   

                   

They don't look like soldiers.

They don't act like soldiers.



   

                   

Why should they fight like soldiers?



   

                   

You're absolutely right.

The discipline's pretty poor.



   

                   

ln about     minutes we're going

to start turning these boys. . .



   

                   

. . .into fanatics, razors.



   

                   

They'll lose their fear

of the Germans.



   

                   

I hope to God they never lose

their fear of me.



   

                   

Up bright and early, general?

Breakfast?



   

                   

Have all my officers

finished breakfast?



   

                   

We're open from   till  .



   

                   

Most of the officers are

just coming in, sir.



   

                   

Please inform these officers

the mess hall is closed.



   

                   

But, sir! It's only a quarter to  .



   

                   

From now on, you will open at  

and no one will be admitted after  :    .



   

                   

Where are your leggings?



   

                   

Leggings? Well, hell, general, sir,

I'm a cook.



   

                   

You're a soldier.



   

                   

$   fine.



   

                   

Gentlemen. . .



   

                   

. . .from this moment any man. . .



   

                   

. . .without leggings, without a helmet,

without a tie. . . .



   

                   

Any man with unshined shoes

or soiled uniform. . .



   

                   

. . .is going to be skinned.



   

                   

This is a barracks.

It's not a bordello.



   

                   

(CHATTERING)



   

                   

-Good morning.

-Good morning, sir.



   

                   

Doctor.



   

                   

Sir.



   

                   

I understand you have two cases

of self-inflicted wounds.



   

                   

Yes, sir, we do.



   

                   

Get them out of here.



   

                   

One has developed a serious infection.



   

                   

I don't care if he dies,

just get him out of here.



   

                   

Doesn't belong in the same room

with men wounded in battle.



   

                   

-I'll see that they're moved.

-One more thing.



   

                   

There'll be no "battle fatigue. "

That's an order.



   

                   

Battle fatigue is a free ride

to the hospital.



   

                   

I'm not going to subsidize cowardice.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Doctor. . . .

Where's your helmet?



   

                   

I don't wear a helmet

in the hospital.



   

                   

Start.



   

                   

I can't use my stethoscope

when I'm wearing my helmet.



   

                   

Well. . .



   

                   

. . .then cut two holes in your helmet

so that you can.



   

                   

And get those yellow-bellies

out of here, today.



   

                   

Hold it.



   

                   

Turn right, here.



   

                   

The battlefield is ahead.



   

                   

Don't argue.

I can smell a battlefield.



   

                   

He was out here yesterday.



   

                   

It's over there. Turn right, damn it.



   

                   

It was here.



   

                   

The battlefield was here.



   

                   

The Carthaginians

defending the city. . .



   

                   

. . .were attacked by three

Roman legions.



   

                   

They were brave, but they

couldn't hold. They were massacred.



   

                   

Arab women. . .



   

                   

. . .stripped them of their tunics

and their swords and lances.



   

                   

The soldiers lay naked in the sun. . .



   

                   

. . .     years ago.



   

                   

I was here.



   

                   

You don't believe me.



   

                   

You know what the poet said:



   

                   

"Through the travail of ages



   

                   

It's the pomp and toils of war



   

                   

Have I fought and strove and perished



   

                   

Countless times upon the star



   

                   

As if through a glass and darkly



   

                   

The age-old strife I see



   

                   

Where I fought in many guises

Many names



   

                   

But always me. "



   

                   

You know who the poet was?



   

                   

Me.



   

                   

There's an opportunity

for us to mount an offensive.



   

                   

We've concentrated on the flank. . .



   

                   

. . .draw strength from the British.



   

                   

It appears now that we could. . .



   

                   

. . .split the African corridor.



   

                   

Drive through Rommel to the sea.



   

                   

I'm sorry, but that territory

has been reserved. . .



   

                   

. . .for General Bernard Law Montgomery.



   

                   

We're supposed to let him win this one

no matter what.



   

                   

They're entitled to have their hero.



   

                   

Montgomery did push Rommel

clear across North Africa.



   

                   

What about the Americans?

Don't they need a hero too?



   

                   

You have anybody in mind?



   

                   

Air Vice-Marshal Coningham

is here with General Buford.



   

                   

Excuse me, gentlemen. . .



   

                   

. . .while I ask our British friends

what's happened to our air cover.



   

                   

BRADLEY:

Harry.



   

                   

How are you?



   

                   

George. Good to see you.



   

                   

-You know Arthur Coningham.

-Sir Arthur.



   

                   

Delighted to see you.



   

                   

I've heard so much about you.



   

                   

Gentlemen, it appears there's been a

slight misunderstanding here. . .



   

                   

. . .and Ike thought we should fix it.



   

                   

No, no. No misunderstanding.



   

                   

We're supposed to have Allied

air cover and we don't.



   

                   

German planes are strafing my troops.



   

                   

lf I may say so, general, I'm afraid

your operation reports are inaccurate.



   

                   

Report? Three days ago, the crowds

took off after my command car. . .



   

                   

. . .ran my ass into a ditch.



   

                   

My staff has assured me,

we have complete air supremacy. . .



   

                   

. . .everywhere in the Mediterranean.



   

                   

PATTON:

When I complained about air cover. . .



   

                   

. . .you said our troops

were not battleworthy.



   

                   

You spoke of the discredited practice

of using air force as an alibi. . .



   

                   

. . .for lack of success on the ground.



   

                   

I have to wet-nurse Montgomery,

I don't have to stand for that.



   

                   

I sincerely apologize for that remark,

whoever made it.



   

                   

And I promise you one thing, general:



   

                   

You will see no more German planes.



   

                   

(CHICKEN SQUAWKS)



   

                   

We were discussing air supremacy,

Sir Arthur.



   

                   

(HORN HONKS)



   

                   

(GUNFIRE)



   

                   

Damn door won't open!



   

                   

By God, that's enough!



   

                   

Get that thing out of here!



   

                   

Come on, you bastards,

take a shot at me on the nose!



   

                   

Get back in here, George! We need

a corps commander, not a casualty.



   

                   

CONINGHAM:

How'd you manage to stage that?



   

                   

I don't know. . .



   

                   

. . .but if I could find

the Nazis flying those things. . .



   

                   

. . .I'd give them each a medal.



   

                   

PATTON: Can't get over how cold

it gets in the desert.



   

                   

Awfully cold, sir.



   

                   

PATTON: Rommel's out there somewhere,

waiting for me.



   

                   

JENSON:

Yes, sir.



   

                   

PATTON:

You know. . .



   

                   

. . .if I had my way, I'd send

that genius son of a bitch. . .



   

                   

. . .an engraved invitation

in iambic pentameter:



   

                   

A challenge in two stanzas

to meet me alone in the desert.



   

                   

I'll deliver it.



   

                   

Rommel in his tank and me in mine.



   

                   

We'd stop about    paces.

We'd get out, we'd shake hands. . .



   

                   

. . .then we'd button up and do battle,

just the two of us.



   

                   

That battle would decide

the outcome of the war.



   

                   

It's too bad jousting's

gone out of style.



   

                   

It's like your poetry, general.



   

                   

It isn't part of the   th century.



   

                   

You're right, Dick.



   

                   

The world grew up.



   

                   

Hell of a shame.



   

                   

Dick, I want a   -hour guard

put around this area.



   

                   

lf we don't, the Arabs will dig

them up for their clothes.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Our graves aren't gonna disappear

like everybody else's who fought here.



   

                   

The Greeks, Romans, Carthaginians.



   

                   

God, how I hate the   th century.



   

                   

General.



   

                   

General?



   

                   

We intercepted a German radio message.



   

                   

Rommel's    th Panzer is going

to hit us near El Guettar.



   

                   

Rommel, huh?



   

                   

(BRAYS)



   

                   

All my life. . .



   

                   

. . .I've wanted to lead a lot of men

in a desperate battle.



   

                   

Now I'm going to do it.



   

                   

Look.



   

                   

Battalion strength at least.



   

                   

They haven't spotted our positions yet.



   

                   

They'll get an education

in about     seconds.



   

                   

Wait till they get a dose of

that artillery fire.



   

                   

Commence firing.

Fire at will.



   

                   

Commence firing. Fire at will.

Commence firing. Fire at will.



   

                   

What a hell of a waste

of fine infantry.



   

                   

-Get General Bradley on the radio.

-Yes, sir.



   

                   

Sir, I can't raise him.



   

                   

Go tell him to hit them hard. Here's

where we hold them by the nose. . .



   

                   

. . .and kick them in the ass.

Go on.



   

                   

Put him in my car.



   

                   

(PLANE WHINES)



   

                   

Rommel. . .



   

                   

. . .you magnificent bastard.

I read your book!



   

                   

PATTON: Captain Richard N. Jenson

was a fine boy.



   

                   

Loyal, unselfish and efficient.



   

                   

I am terribly sorry.



   

                   

There are no coffins here

since there is no wood.



   

                   

We will have a trumpeter

and an honor guard...



   

                   

...but we will not fire the volleys as

people would think an air raid was on.



   

                   

I enclosed a lock of Dick's hair

in a letter to his mother.



   

                   

He was a fine man...



   

                   

...and a fine officer.



   

                   

And he had no vices.



   

                   

I shall miss him a lot.



   

                   

I can 't see the reason

such fine young men get killed.



   

                   

There are so many battles

yet to fight.



   

                   

NARRATOR: Battle-weary, but

victorious, American Gls and Tommies...



   

                   

...of the British  th Army meet in

an Allied victory celebration...



   

                   

...at Wadi Akarit in North Africa.



   

                   

For the first time in this war,

Broadway and Piccadillyjoin hands.



   

                   

Meanwhile, General Montgomery,

hero of El Alamein...



   

                   

...continues to lead his

victorious British  th Army...



   

                   

...in a relentless drive against

Rommel's vaunted Africa corps.



   

                   

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)





 

                   

General Bradley's done

a tremendous job with  nd Corps.



 

                   

He's moved into Bizerte

and taken over    ,    prisoners.



 

                   

Good. Very good.



 

                   

You're not surprised, are you?

After all, you trained that outfit.



 

                   

-Excuse me, general.

-Hm?



 

                   

This is interesting. We've discovered

Rommel wasn't present at El Guettar.



 

                   

-Who says so?

-G  sir.



 

                   

When we took    th Panzer,

Rommel was in Berlin with an earache?



 

                   

Severe nasal diphtheria, sir.



  

                   

Also, Hitler probably

retained Rommel in Berlin. . .



  

                   

. . .because things were going badly

for the Africa Corps.



  

                   

He didn't want his favorite general

to lose face.



  

                   

I'm my favorite general,

and I don't like to be told. . .



  

                   

. . .that some second-stringer

is up against me. Then I lose face.



  

                   

Who the hell are you, anyway?



  

                   

CARVER: General, this is Lieutenant

Colonel Codman. Your new aide.



  

                   

Codman. I pulled your name off

the list because I know your family.



  

                   

I'm glad you did, sir.



  

                   

Rommel is the best the krauts have,

and I kicked the hell out of him.



  

                   

Now my own G  section is telling

me he wasn't even there.



  

                   

But, general, he undoubtedly

planned the German battle.



  

                   

lf you defeat Rommel's plan, you've

defeated Rommel. lsn't that true?



  

                   

Codman. . . .



  

                   

-Have a drink with me tonight.

-Yes, sir.



  

                   

I have a plan

for the invasion of Sicily.



  

                   

I want to make sure I get it approved.

You can help me.



  

                   

I want to give a dinner

for General Alexander.



  

                   

Get to him before Montgomery does.



  

                   

This will be strictly a formal affair,

Codman, but purely social.



  

                   

By that I mean. . .



  

                   

-. . .purely political.

-Yes, sir.



  

                   

I want the finest food, the best wine

available. Everything, comme il faut.



  

                   

(SPEAKS lN FRENCH)



  

                   

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)



  

                   

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)



  

                   

Thank you.



  

                   

George, this is really splendid wine.



  

                   

Thank you, Arthur.



  

                   

Thank you.



  

                   

Sir Harold, I think it was Alcibiades

in the Peloponnesian War. . .



  

                   

. . .     B.C.



  

                   

He said, "lf Syracuse falls, all

Sicily falls, and then ltaly. "



  

                   

He knew that Syracuse was the

jugular of the island.



  

                   

Old Alcibiades always went

for the throat.



  

                   

I propose to take Sicily

in the same way.



  

                   

-How's it going?

-The old man has them in his pocket.



  

                   

PATTON:

Now, according to my plan. . .



  

                   

. . .General Montgomery will land here.



  

                   

I'll hit the beaches here,

take Palermo.



  

                   

Monty will drive north on the coast,

I'll come due east. . .



  

                   

. . .take Messina and cut off

the German escape route.



  

                   

Yes. . . .



  

                   

It looks like an interesting plan.



  

                   

Well, gentlemen,

to the conquest of Sicily.



  

                   

ALEXANDER:

To the conquest of Sicily.



  

                   

OFFICERS:

To Sicily!



  

                   

George, you'd have made a great

marshal for Napoleon. . .



  

                   

. . .if you'd lived in the    th century.



  

                   

But I did, sir. I did.



  

                   

Morning. Is General Smith in?



  

                   

MAN: I believe he's in the lavatory.

-Thank you.



  

                   

-Ah, there you are, Bedell.

-Monty.



  

                   

Bedell, I've been giving a good bit of

thought to the Sicily operation.



  

                   

Yes?



  

                   

I assume we're alone.



  

                   

Georgie Patton has already

discussed his plan with Alexander.



  

                   

I realize that. . .



  

                   

. . .but I have an idea that his plan

may lead to an absolute disaster.



  

                   

Oh?



  

                   

Bedell, look.



  

                   

This is Sicily.



  

                   

Now then, according to Patton's plan. . .



  

                   

. . .I will attack Syracuse here.



  

                   

And he would attack Palermo up here.



  

                   

Now, obviously our forces would be

divided.



  

                   

And obviously, they

could be chopped up piecemeal.



  

                   

Now then, what I propose, and what

I shall insist on, by the way. . .



  

                   

. . .is this.



  

                   

(MONTGOMERY EXHALES)



  

                   

I will land at Syracuse as planned.



  

                   

But the Americans--

The Americans will land here, at Gela.



  

                   

I will advance north to Messina,

the Americans protecting my flank.



  

                   

After all, Messina is the key.



  

                   

It's the reason for invading Sicily.



  

                   

I'll discuss your plan with Ike.



  

                   

I'm sure he'll give it

serious consideration.



  

                   

-Amusing, isn't it?

-What?



  

                   

That the plans for the

invasion of Sicily. . .



  

                   

. . .should have been put forward

in an Algerian lavatory.



  

                   

George, I have bad news for you

about your Sicily plan.



  

                   

Ike has turned it down.



  

                   

Since the Italians will be defending

their native soil for the first time. . .



  

                   

. . .and the German resistance is

stiffening, we shouldn't be divided.



  

                   

-Well, where do my people land then?

-In the Gulf of Gela.



  

                   

There's nothing there

but a beach.



  

                   

Yes, but it puts you in a good

position to support Montgomery.



  

                   

Where does Montgomery land?



  

                   

He'll land in Syracuse and drive north

to Catania. Possibly even Messina.



  

                   

And you'll be alongside,

protecting his left.



   

                   

I see.



   

                   

ln other words, we get the burden again

while good old Monty gets the glory.



   

                   

Ike had to consider all points of view.



   

                   

He made his decision not as an

American, but as an Ally.



   

                   

Had it been the other way around,

I assure you, Monty would protest.



   

                   

No. . .



   

                   

. . .I've been in the Army    years.



   

                   

When I get an order, I say, "Yes, sir. "

And I do my best to carry it out.



   

                   

This is what happens when your

commander stops being an American. . .



   

                   

. . .and starts being an Ally.



   

                   

I don't think I've made

myself clear, sir.



   

                   

It's true, Montgomery met the

toughest resistance there at Catania.



   

                   

However, if we're--



   

                   

Perfectly clear.



   

                   

Old Monty is as stuck

as a bug on flypaper.



   

                   

But this order from

General Alexander. . .



   

                   

. . .directing you to turn over the

Vizzini-Caltagirone road to Montgomery.



   

                   

Well, then, old Bradley will have to

slug-- slug, mind you. . .



   

                   

. . .his way up center of the island over

those tough mountain roads, won't he?



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Messina, Bell.



   

                   

Messina. . .



   

                   

. . .is the heart of it. lf they'd

followed my plan, I'd be there by now.



   

                   

I'd cut off the retreat of every

German on this island!



   

                   

Now, you know what I'm gonna do?



   

                   

I'm gonna go to Palermo.



   

                   

I'm gonna beat that limey at Messina

if it's the last thing I ever do!



   

                   

Hey, what's all this talk about taking

the Vizzini road away from  nd Corps?



   

                   

General Alexander's orders.

Road goes to Montgomery.



   

                   

Now, that road was assigned to me.



   

                   

How can I get north without it?

You know the terrain there.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Brad. But Monty's run

into tough opposition. Very tough.



   

                   

You wouldn't be taking advantage of

this situation, would you?



   

                   

I don't know what you're talking about.



   

                   

Without that road, your army,

except for my  nd Corps. . .



   

                   

. . .would be out of a job.



   

                   

Free for you to go into Palermo.



   

                   

Who said anything about Palermo?



   

                   

I can read a map.



   

                   

Does Alexander know

you've pushed out this far?



   

                   

That's a reconnaissance in force.



   

                   

George. . .



   

                   

. . .are you saying I've got to slug

it out in those mountains. . .



   

                   

. . .with heavy resistance?



   

                   

Just so you can make

a bigger splash than Monty?



   

                   

General. . .



   

                   

. . .I just follow my orders.



   

                   

Like the simple old soldier I am.



   

                   

General Bradley.



   

                   

Sir, General Alexander has heard

we're moving west.



   

                   

He says here, "Stop immediately.

Go no farther than Agrigento.



   

                   

Repeat. Stop, immediately. "



   

                   

That's what you think it says.



   

                   

I think it was garbled

in transmission.



   

                   

Ask them to re-transmit the message.



   

                   

That'll take half a day at least.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Now, Brad.



   

                   

Where were we?



   

                   

We were talking about a simple. . .



   

                   

. . .old soldier.



   

                   

Look at that, gentlemen.



   

                   

Compared to war. . .



   

                   

. . .all other forms of human endeavor

shrink to insignificance.



   

                   

Let's go, sergeant.

Move out!



   

                   

Give me that helmet.



   

                   

Come on, let's get out of here!



   

                   

What silly son of a bitch

is in charge of this operation?



   

                   

I don't know, but they

ought to hang him.



   

                   

PATTON:

Afternoon, Padre.



   

                   

PADRE: These men are here from the

States, looking over our program. . .



   

                   

. . .for the spiritual welfare

of the men.



   

                   

We'll take you right into Palermo.



   

                   

Col. David toured us around

your quarters. . .



   

                   

. . .and I saw a Bible by your bed.

Do you actually find time to read it?



   

                   

I sure do.



   

                   

Every goddamn day.



   

                   

Sir, Patton's taken Palermo!



   

                   

Damn!



   

                   

(CHEERING)



   

                   

(BAND PLAYS)



   

                   

Palermo's the most conquered city

in history.



   

                   

First the Phoenicians. . .



   

                   

. . .the Romans,

Carthaginians, Byzantines.



   

                   

Then came the Arabs. . .



   

                   

. . .Spaniards, Neapolitans.



   

                   

Now comes. . .



   

                   

. . .the American Army.



   

                   

This is from General Alexander, sir. . .



   

                   

. . .reminding you that you are

not to take Palermo.



   

                   

Send him a message, Cod.



   

                   

Ask him if he

wants me to give it back.



   

                   

PATTON: Let me ask you a question

for a change.



   

                   

You've just come from Washington.



   

                   

How do they feel about our boys

taking Palermo?



   

                   

The general impression is, your army

barreled through token resistance. . .



   

                   

. . .while Montgomery faced the brunt

of the fighting.



   

                   

Don't they know we took on

the Hermann Göring division?



   

                   

Toughest outfit in the German Army.



   

                   

The people at home

are interested in you.



   

                   

They're curious about your

pearl-handle revolvers.



   

                   

They're ivory. Only a pimp

from a New Orleans whorehouse. . .



   

                   

. . .would carry a pearl handle.



   

                   

What about your language?



   

                   

When I want it to stick,

I give it to them loud and dirty.



   

                   

What do your troops feel about that?



   

                   

I don't want these men to love me.

I want them to fight for me.



   

                   

Ernie Pyle says you have a secret

weapon here: General Bradley.



   

                   

Ernie calls him "The GI General. "



   

                   

Omar Bradley is no secret.

He's a damn fine commander.



   

                   

MAN:

What's your feeling about Montgomery?



   

                   

PATTON:

He's the best general the English have.



   

                   

He seems more concerned with not

losing than he does about winning.



   

                   

He's not aggressive enough,

is that correct?



   

                   

Look, I've been getting into

a lot of trouble lately.



   

                   

Yesterday, the office told me

that my Italian prisoners. . .



   

                   

. . .didn't have enough latrine.



   

                   

They didn't know what a

latrine was till I showed them.



   

                   

lf I've said anything too critical

of my British colleague. . .



   

                   

. . .let's forget about it.



   

                   

I will tell you one thing, though.

Off the record.



   

                   

I'm gonna beat that. . .



   

                   

. . .gentleman to Messina.



   

                   

Ah, Freddie. Do you realize what

this madman Patton is saying?



   

                   

He's going to save our skins

by taking Messina.



   

                   

This report might interest you.



   

                   

Here I am in these bloody marshes,

fighting malaria and Germans. . .



   

                   

. . .while he's taking Palermo

and getting all the glory.



   

                   

Well!



   

                   

Now he's up against three good

German divisions and he's stuck.



   

                   

He's not going to get Messina.



   

                   

That's reserved for the

British  th Army and me.



   

                   

(BOMBS EXPLODING)



   

                   

It's time for a move, Lucian. Terry

Allen's   st Division is bogged down.



   

                   

You're bogged down too.



   

                   

What we need is another end run

just to break things loose.



   

                   

-Lucian. How's my fighter?

-Fine, George.



   

                   

Come in, come in. We need another

one of your amphibious specialties.



   

                   

Lucian, I want you to send a

reinforced battalion by sea. . .



   

                   

. . .to make a landing up here at Brolo

behind the kraut lines.



   

                   

You want me to do a land-based attack.



   

                   

Right. I want a coordinated

attack the morning of the     th.



   

                   

I don't think we can make it

by the    th.



   

                   

-Hell, it's only        miles.

-My boys have been dying for yards.



   

                   

Hm.



   

                   

Maybe you better kick a few butts

if you have to.



   

                   

I recommended you for your DSM

in your last promotion.



   

                   

I know what you can do when

you put your mind to it.



   

                   

Excuse me, sir.



   

                   

I'm sorry, but I can't

do the impossible.



   

                   

You're too old an athlete to think

you can postpone a scheduled match.



   

                   

You're an old athlete yourself.

You know matches are postponed.



   

                   

lf we can't back Lucian up by land,

our end run could be a disaster.



   

                   

Those men might get caught

on the beach and cut to pieces.



   

                   

-What's the matter?

BRADLEY: All we're saying is. . .



   

                   

. . .not to rush in until we're ready.



   

                   

Give him an extra day.



   

                   

Just one more day.



   

                   

The landing is on.



   

                   

We're going to Messina.



   

                   

We're going to get there before

Montgomery does.



   

                   

-What's so important about that?

-General Truscott. . .



   

                   

. . .if your conscience won't permit

you to conduct this operation. . .



   

                   

. . .I'll find somebody who can.



   

                   

General, it's your privilege to

relieve me anytime you want to.



   

                   

This match will not be postponed.



   

                   

Any questions?



   

                   

No, sir.



   

                   

You're a very good man, Lucian.



   

                   

You want to guard against

being too conservative.



   

                   

Remember what

Frederick the Great said:



   

                   

''L 'audace, I'audace!

Toujours I'audace!''



   

                   

Go on, have a drink.



   

                   

Excuse me, sir, I won't be drinking

for the next couple of days.



   

                   

lf anything happens to those men,

I'd like to be there with them.



   

                   

You're not going, so forget about it.



   

                   

You believe Truscott's right?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

But you're gambling

with those boys' lives. . .



   

                   

. . .just to beat Montgomery

into Messina.



   

                   

lf you pull it off, you're a hero,

but if you don't. . . .



   

                   

What happens to them?

The ordinary combat soldier.



   

                   

He doesn't share in your dreams

of glory, he's stuck here.



   

                   

He's living out every day, day-to-day,

with death tugging at his elbow.



   

                   

There's one big difference

between you and me, George.



   

                   

I do this job because I've been

trained to do it.



   

                   

You do it because. . .



   

                   

. . .you love it.



   

                   

The men on the beach are

catching hell, general.



   

                   

The men are doing their best.

We have no replacements.



   

                   

I can't break through to the coast.



   

                   

I'm going down there myself.



   

                   

PATTON:

Colonel!



   

                   

How did he get over there?



   

                   

PATTON:

What the hell are you waiting for?



   

                   

Looking for a place to ford, general.



   

                   

I sent a patrol to reconnoiter.



   

                   

PATTON: I've done that. Down there

this sewer's no more than   feet deep.



   

                   

Get that outfit cranked up

or you'll be out of a job!



   

                   

-And put that helmet on.

-Yes, sir.



   

                   

Move it! Let's go!



   

                   

-What's holding up this column?

-I don't know, sir.



   

                   

Planes!



   

                   

Come on, move it!



   

                   

Pull up over there.



   

                   

-Come on.

-What's going on here?



   

                   

Sir, these mules--



   

                   

Jackasses!



   

                   

You let a column get stalled and

strafed on account of two jackasses?!



   

                   

(GUNSHOT)



   

                   

No. No.



   

                   

Now, dump them over the side

and clear this bridge!



   

                   

We're pinned down because

we can't get air support!



   

                   

Nobody's getting any air support!



   

                   

Put fire into this battalion,

or I'll get somebody who can.



   

                   

Major!



   

                   

-You the executive officer here?

-Yes, sir.



   

                   

-Your name?

-WaIker.



   

                   

You're now commanding officer.



   

                   

You've got   hours to break through

that beachhead.



   

                   

lf you don't make it, I'll fire you.



   

                   

      men on this island would

like to shoot that son of a bitch.



   

                   

Please take me home.

Take me home.



   

                   

Please take me home.

Take me home.



   

                   

-There he goes, "Old Blood and Guts. "

-Yeah, our blood. His guts.



   

                   

Hi, how are you, son?



   

                   

Where are you from, Gomez?



   

                   

California, sir.



   

                   

Me too.



   

                   

-Where were you hit?

-In the chest, sir.



   

                   

Well. . .



   

                   

. . .this might be interesting to you.

The last German I saw had no chest.



   

                   

Didn't have any head either.



   

                   

You get well quickly, son.



   

                   

What's the matter with you?



   

                   

I guess I just can't take it, sir.



   

                   

What did you say?



   

                   

It's my nerves, sir.



   

                   

I just can't stand

the shelling anymore.



   

                   

Your nerves?



   

                   

Hell, you're just a goddamn coward.



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

I won't have

a yellow bastard crying. . .



   

                   

. . .in front of these

brave, wounded men.



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

Don't admit this yellow bastard.

Nothing wrong with him.



   

                   

I won't have sons of bitches afraid to

fight stink up this place of honor.



   

                   

You're going back to the front,

my friend.



   

                   

You may get shot, you may get killed,

but you're going up to the fighting.



   

                   

Either that or I'll stand you up

in front of a firing squad.



   

                   

I should shoot you myself,

you bastard! Get him out of here!



   

                   

Send him up to the front!



   

                   

You hear me? You goddamn coward!



   

                   

I won't have cowards in my army.



   

                   

I had to kick a few butts. . .



   

                   

. . .but Truscott finally broke through

to those people on the beach.



   

                   

Have you seen the casualty lists?



   

                   

Yes, I've seen them.



   

                   

What's the word from the coast road?



   

                   

The  rd Division's east of Brolo,

heading toward Messina.



   

                   

Let's get over there.

I want to go in with the troops.



   

                   

You go ahead, George.

I'm not very good at that.



   

                   

General Bradley. . .



   

                   

. . .it's time to consider how many

casualties we'd have. . .



   

                   

. . .if we were still crawling on

that goddamn road.



   

                   

Forward, march!



   

                   

Don't smirk, Patton.

I shan't kiss you.



   

                   

Pity. I shaved close this morning

to prepare for getting smacked by you.



   

                   

Forward, march!



   

                   

You wanted to see me, George?



   

                   

Got a letter here from Ike.



   

                   

I was rereading Caesar's

Commentaries last night.



   

                   

In battle, Caesar wore a red robe to

distinguish him from his men.



   

                   

I was struck by that fact because--



   

                   

"Despicable. " First time anybody's

ever applied that word to me.



   

                   

Well, at least it's a personal

reprimand, it's not official.



   

                   

The man was yellow. He should've

been tried for cowardice and shot.



   

                   

People have taken a lot worse

than a little kick in the pants.



   

                   

I ruffled his pride a bit.

What's that compared to war?



   

                   

Two weeks ago at Palermo they said

I was the greatest general. . .



   

                   

-. . .since Stonewall Jackson.

-Now they draw cartoons about you.



   

                   

Dirty bastard!



   

                   

They got me holding a little Gl

and kicking him with an iron boot.



   

                   

You see that, what's on my boot?

A swastika.



   

                   

On my boot.

An iron boot with a swastika!



   

                   

"You will apologize to the soldier

you slapped. . .



   

                   

. . .to all doctors and nurses present

in the tent at the time. . .



   

                   

. . .to every patient in the tent

who can be reached. . .



   

                   

. . .and last but not least

to the  th Army as a whole. . .



   

                   

. . .through individual units,

one at a time. "



   

                   

God, I. . .



   

                   

. . .feel low.



   

                   

PATTON:

Oh, God...



   

                   

... Thou art my God.



   

                   

Early will I seek Thee.



   

                   

My soul thirsteth for Thee.



   

                   

My flesh longeth for Thee

in a dry and thirsty land.



   

                   

So as I have seen Thee

in the sanctuary.



   

                   

My soul followeth hard after Thee.



   

                   

But those that seek my soul

to destroy it...



   

                   

...shall go into the lower parts

of the earth.



   

                   

They shall fall by the sword.



   

                   

They shall be apportioned for foxes.



   

                   

But the king shall rejoice in God.



   

                   

Everyone that sweareth by him

shall glory.



   

                   

But the mouth of them

that speak lies...



   

                   

...shall be stopped.



   

                   

Ten-hut!



   

                   

PATTON:

At ease.



   

                   

I thought I'd stand up here

and let you people see. . .



   

                   

. . .if I am as big a son of a bitch

as some of you think I am.



   

                   

I assure you I had no intention. . .



   

                   

. . .of being either harsh or cruel

in my treatment of the. . .



   

                   

. . .soldier in question.



   

                   

My sole purpose was to try

to restore in him. . .



   

                   

. . .some appreciation of his

obligations as a man. . .



   

                   

. . .and as a soldier.



   

                   

lf one can shame a coward. . .



   

                   

. . .I felt one might help him

to regain his self-respect.



   

                   

This was on my mind.



   

                   

Now, I freely admit. . .



   

                   

. . .that my method was wrong. . .



   

                   

. . .but I hope you understand

my motive. . .



   

                   

. . .and will accept this. . .



   

                   

. . .explanation. . .



   

                   

. . .and this. . .



   

                   

. . .apology.



   

                   

-Dismissed.

-Ten-hut!



   

                   

Good evening, general. I want to

report on a private poll I'm taking.



   

                   

What poll?



   

                   

The fan mail.



   

                   

Eleven percent con,

   percent pro.



   

                   

And that    % of protest, in most

cases, is both obscene and anonymous.



   

                   

But the pro letters are mostly from

relatives and servicemen.



   

                   

"I want you to know we're proud

our son is serving in your army.



   

                   

From the newspaper, we're not clear

exactly what you did and why. . .



   

                   

. . .but we want you to know

we're for you.



   

                   

Keep going, and God bless you. "



   

                   

Keep going, huh?



   

                   

Where?



   

                   

I thought you might like a sip

of wine, general. It's New Year's.



   

                   

You didn't celebrate at all

last night.



   

                   

I'm sick of sitting around this. . .



   

                   

. . .royal doghouse.



   

                   

We've taken Sicily.

I'm ready for a new assignment.



   

                   

Maybe you've got it.

Here's a radio message, just came in.



   

                   

Cod.



   

                   

I've been relieved.



   

                   

They've relieved me from command

of the  th Army.



   

                   

I don't believe it.



   

                   

Happy New Year.



   

                   

Just a minute, sir.



   

                   

Since they're sure to give you

another command. . .



   

                   

. . .isn't it logical they'd

relieve you here first?



   

                   

You mean command of all American

troops going into Europe?



   

                   

It's possible. I know it's been

discussed from time to time.



   

                   

The logic of it is so obvious,

it couldn't mean anything else.



   

                   

Sir, I'm going to open

this bottle of wine.



   

                   

No, Sir Cod. . .



   

                   

. . .but if you find a bottle of cognac,

I'll help you drink it.



   

                   

-How you feeling tonight, general?

-Not bad, not bad at all.



   

                   

-Get me some writing paper, will you?

-Yes, sir.



   

                   

Your wife ever give you the devil

for not writing?



   

                   

All the time, sir.



   

                   

Only I don't write as often as you

do. Don't seem to get around to it.



   

                   

Lucky for us we got them.



   

                   

Who wants to marry a couple of

broken-down old horse captains?



   

                   

That's what my wife says to me

every time I come home, sir.



   

                   

Why are you up so late, George?



   

                   

Thought you'd like a nice hot bath

or something.



   

                   

I got this sleeping pill from the doc,

just in case you need it.



   

                   

Sleeping pill!



   

                   

-What's going on here?

-I heard the news, sir.



   

                   

-They announced it on the radio.

-What news?



   

                   

About General Bradley, sir. How they

gave him the top American command.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Oh, yeah.



   

                   

I just thought you might be

feeling kind of low, sir.



   

                   

Your writing things, sir.

Here on the desk, sir.



   

                   

Yeah. Thank you, George.



   

                   

One little dog face.



   

                   

One measly little slap.

That's what done it.



   

                   

Ah, George.



   

                   

I wish I'd kissed the son of a bitch.



   

                   

(CLAPPING)



   

                   

(PATTON SPEAKS IN FRENCH)



   

                   

He's paying tribute to the Free French

Forces under DeGaulle and Leclerc.



   

                   

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)



   

                   

And to the people of the Resistance. . .



   

                   

. . .who risk their lives

to help destroy the Germans.



   

                   

"France will be free again.

I give you my word. "



   

                   

"Just as Free French troops liberated

Corsica, Napoleon's place of birth. . .



   

                   

. . .I will someday land in France to

liberate the birthplace of Lafayette. "



   

                   

General, the reporters would like

a word with you.



   

                   

-Good afternoon.

-General.



   

                   

Can you tell us the purpose

of this visit to Corsica?



   

                   

General Eisenhower ordered me here.



   

                   

You wrote the mother of the boy you

slapped, "The rat should've been shot. "



   

                   

-Is that true, general?

-No comment.



   

                   

Sir, I understand

Gen. Alexander suggested. . .



   

                   

. . .you take over Gen. Clark's

Italian campaign. . .



   

                   

. . .but it was killed

due to the incident.



   

                   

-No comment.

-Can you say where you're going, sir?



   

                   

Off the record,

Eisenhower's ordered me to Malta.



   

                   

Interview concluded.



   

                   

You plan on slapping

any soldiers there, general?



   

                   

PATTON: In       these forts

were defended by. . .



   

                   

. . .    Knights of Malta

and     mercenaries. . .



   

                   

. . .against a force of       Turks.



   

                   

Codman.



   

                   

-Still no word from Gen. Eisenhower?

-No, sir.



   

                   

Not even a response about

the two turkeys I sent for Christmas?



   

                   

No, sir.



   

                   

Go ahead, gentlemen.

Take a closer look for yourselves.



   

                   

Looks like you boys have hitched

your wagon to a falling star.



   

                   

Pass the word.

If anyone wants out, I'll understand.



   

                   

Sir, I can speak for the entire staff.



   

                   

We want to stay with you, no matter

what duty you're assigned to.



   

                   

Up in London, they're planning

the invasion of Europe.



   

                   

I've trained my mind,

body and spirit for that.



   

                   

What, in God's name, am I doing here?



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Let's get on to Cairo.



   

                   

See if the pyramids

are still standing.



   

                   

-This place is for me?

-Yes, sir. This way, sir.



   

                   

Whoever found it has a genius

for cloak and dagger.



   

                   

Who picked this cathouse?



   

                   

I think it was Gen. Smith, sir.



   

                   

To spite me, that son of a bitch.



   

                   

-Welcome to London, Georgie.

-Bedell. How are you?



   

                   

-Is Ike here?

-He asked me to brief you.



   

                   

Would you excuse us, please?



   

                   

Let me put you straight about Ike.



   

                   

We hear a lot about you

criticizing his decisions.



   

                   

Not really. You know me.

I'm just an old fool.



   

                   

At times, I do wonder whether

he isn't a limey at heart.



   

                   

George, this is the toughest coalition

ever attempted in history.



   

                   

Ike's trying to hold it together

and lick the Germans at the same time.



   

                   

-It's a hell of a job.

-I understand.



   

                   

You have an important assignment

connected to the Normandy invasion.



   

                   

Good. I've studied the Overlord Plan

and there's a number of flaws in it.



   

                   

You can't depend on Monty taking

Cannes by D-day. He'll never make it.



   

                   

I've drawn up an alternate plan

to land at Calais. . .



   

                   

-. . .following an air bombardment--

-Will you just listen for a change?



   

                   

Ike stood by you when everyone,

I mean everyone. . .



   

                   

. . .wanted Patton

with a rope around his neck.



   

                   

We're gonna let it leak out

that you are here undercover.



   

                   

That you're preparing to invade

at the Pas de Calais.



   

                   

We hope to pin down

the German    th Army there. . .



   

                   

. . .so that they can't be used

against us at Normandy.



   

                   

Is that all I'm good for?



   

                   

We're going to build an army

of     divisions around you.



   

                   

All fictitious, of course.



   

                   

Dummy troop concentrations,

dummy landing craft. . .



   

                   

. . .simulated radio traffic.



   

                   

The Germans are convinced that you

will lead the main invasion effort.



   

                   

Their agents will spot you soon. . .



   

                   

. . .then we can move you to Knutsford.



   

                   

-What do I do there?

-Nothing. Absolutely nothing.



   

                   

Frankly, George, you're on probation.



   

                   

Take my advice and behave yourself.



   

                   

Remember. . .



   

                   

. . .your worst enemy

is your own big mouth.



   

                   

(BAND PLAYS)



 

                   

Look at this nasty-faced

son of a bitch. Ready for combat.



 

                   

I'll call him William

as in "the Conqueror. "



 

                   

-Sir, should we leave him in the car?

-No. Good afternoon, ladies.



 

                   

Good afternoon.



 

                   

(WlLLlE BARKS)



 

                   

Watch this, Cod.



 

                   

-Sir, he'll kill that dog.

-I'll hold him.



 

                   

I'm terribly sorry, general.

Did Abigail frighten your dog?



 

                   

That's quite all right, madam.



  

                   

This way, sir.



  

                   

Your name isn't William.



  

                   

It's Willie.



  

                   

WOMAN:

My dear friends.



  

                   

General George S. Patton, Jr.,

has accepted our invitation. . .



  

                   

. . .to say a few words to you. . .



  

                   

. . .on the occasion

of this inaugural ceremony.



  

                   

General Patton is not here

in an official capacity. . .



  

                   

. . .and I have assured him

most earnestly. . .



  

                   

. . .that nothing he says

will be quoted.



  

                   

May I present General Patton.



  

                   

-Remember, sir, watch your language.

-Yeah.



  

                   

My dear ladies.



  

                   

Until today. . .



  

                   

. . .my only experience

at welcoming has been. . .



  

                   

. . .to welcome Germans and Italians

to the infernal region.



  

                   

At this I have been

quite successful. . .



  

                   

. . .since the troops, which I have had

the honor to command. . .



  

                   

. . .have, to date, killed or captured. . .



  

                   

. . .some         of our enemies.



  

                   

I feel that such clubs as these

are of very real value. . .



  

                   

. . .because I believe

with Mr. Bernard Shaw. . .



  

                   

. . .that the British and the Americans

are two peoples. . .



  

                   

. . .separated by a common language.



  

                   

Since it is the destiny of the British

and Americans to rule the world. . .



  

                   

. . .the better we know each other. . .



  

                   

. . .the better we will do it.



  

                   

The Russians,

don't forget the Russians.



  

                   

I think that a club like this. . .



  

                   

. . .is an ideal place

for promoting mutual understanding.



  

                   

Because as soon as our soldiers meet

and get to know the English ladies. . .



  

                   

. . .and write home and tell our women

just how lovely you truly are. . .



  

                   

. . .then the sooner the American ladies

will get jealous. . .



  

                   

. . .and force this war

to a quick termination.



  

                   

And then I'll get the chance to go

to the Pacific and kill Japanese.



  

                   

NARRATOR:

All over the nation...



  

                   

...mass meetings are held to protest

General Patton 's statement...



  

                   

... that Britain and America

will rule the post war world.



  

                   

That Russia will have no say.



  

                   

Congressional leaders like Senator

Clayburn Foss are quick to react.



  

                   

This man has insulted

our Russian allies...



  

                   

...implying Anglo-American world rule.



  

                   

In my opinion, he should be

severely disciplined.



  

                   

This time I didn't do a damn thing.



  

                   

They promised there

wouldn't be any reporters.



  

                   

I made a few remarks off the record.



  

                   

Ike told you to keep your mouth shut.



  

                   

You know how suspicious the Russians

are of the British and us.



  

                   

I was only trying to be polite

to the old ladies.



  

                   

lf I'd seen the Russians there, I'd

have mentioned the sons of bitches.



  

                   

Bedell, I don't know

anything about politics.



  

                   

I have no political ambitions.



  

                   

All I want to do is

to command an army in combat.



  

                   

Well, it's out of our hands now.



  

                   

Ike sent a message last night

to the chief of staff.



  

                   

Now it's up to General Marshall

whether you stay here as a decoy. . .



  

                   

. . .or he sends you home.



  

                   

He's a good man.



  

                   

At least he's a fair man.



  

                   

I'll let it sit with him.



  

                   

PATTON:

George. . .



  

                   

. . .our war is over.



  

                   

Over, sir?



  

                   

It's just a question of waiting

for the orders now.



  

                   

I feel I'm. . . .



  

                   

I'm destined to achieve some

great thing. What, I don't know.



  

                   

But this last incident is. . .



  

                   

. . .so trivial in its nature

and so terrible in its effect--



  

                   

It can't be an accident.

It has to be the work of God.



  

                   

Yes, sir.



  

                   

The last great opportunity

of a lifetime. . .



  

                   

. . .an entire world at war

and I'm left out of it?



  

                   

No, sir.



  

                   

God will not permit this to happen!



  

                   

I am going to be allowed

to fulfil my destiny!



  

                   

His will be done.



  

                   

NARRATOR: In the greatest amphibious

operation ever attempted...



  

                   

...a predawn naval bombardment

prepares the way...



  

                   

...for allied soldiers to assault

the Normandy beaches...



  

                   

...and claw out a desperate foothold

on the continent of Europe.



  

                   

I knew Montgomery couldn't take Caen

on D-day or D-plus-   . And I said so.



  

                   

And here they are all hung up

in the hedgerow country.



  

                   

They should pivot the way von

Schlieffen planned it in World War I.



  

                   

Then we might get a chance to do

some real broken field running.



  

                   

But they don't listen to me.



  

                   

What a way to enter

the continent of Europe.



  

                   

Along with all the rest

of the spare parts.



  

                   

Sir, everything on this plane

is high priority.



  

                   

Gen. Bradley wouldn't send for you

unless he had something in mind.



  

                   

I'll tell you, Cod.

I've learned my lesson.



   

                   

lf I ever do get another chance,

I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.



   

                   

I'm gonna play the game.



   

                   

lf I forget, you remind me.



   

                   

-I'll give a gentle nudge in the ribs.

-Give me a swift kick in the ass.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Welcome to France, sir.



   

                   

Hope the war's still on.

Where's the boss?



   

                   

Right this way, sir.



   

                   

Patton, haven't seen you

since Messina.



   

                   

How are you?



   

                   

You're doing a splendid job

decoying the Jerries.



   

                   

You'll forgive me,

I'm off to the front.



   

                   

Best of everything, old boy.



   

                   

By the way. . .



   

                   

. . .intelligence confirms

that I'm against Rommel again.



   

                   

Rommel.



   

                   

Hi, how are you, George?



   

                   

-Pretty fair, Brad. How are you?

-Fine.



   

                   

Well. My, my.



   

                   

Isn't this plush?



   

                   

Looks like you're

bucking for archbishop.



   

                   

Chet Hansen had this rig built for me.

George, sit down.



   

                   

Ike wanted me to talk to you

since we can level with each other.



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

We're making  rd Army operational

when I take over   th Army group.



   

                   

Do I get it?



   

                   

I'll be honest with you.



   

                   

I've had reservations.



   

                   

You've been my senior ever since

I left the academy.



   

                   

You were the boss in North Africa

and Sicily and I just thought. . .



   

                   

. . .well, it might be a problem for us.



   

                   

It wouldn't bother me.



   

                   

There's one other thing.



   

                   

We're different kinds of people.



   

                   

Goddamn it, Brad, you're always right.



   

                   

With your brains and my screwy ideas,

we make a great team, like in Sicily.



   

                   

Truthfully, if I had been your senior

in Sicily, I would have relieved you.



   

                   

Brad. . .



   

                   

. . .I'm not crawling on my belly

to get a command.



   

                   

For God's sake, get me in this fight.



   

                   

The only way out of the doghouse

is to do something great.



   

                   

I gotta get back in the war!



   

                   

Hitler's own people tried

to kill him a few days ago.



   

                   

First thing you know,

it'll be over and. . . .



   

                   

I'll. . .



   

                   

. . .keep my mouth shut.

I'll behave myself.



   

                   

I give you my word.



   

                   

George. . .



   

                   

. . .I've been working

on a plan called Cobra.



   

                   

I'd like your opinion.



   

                   

We've been slugging through

hedgerow country. . .



   

                   

. . .half an acre a day

and we've got to find a way out.



   

                   

I want to use this road.



   

                   

The Saint Lô-Periers road.



   

                   

Monty will pin down

the enemy forces at Caen.



   

                   

We'll pulverize an area

    /  miles wide with bombing.



   

                   

Then seven divisions will follow.



   

                   

The  rd Army will swing around here, a

sweeping end run right across France.



   

                   

What do you think?



   

                   

I think you'll need a screwball old

cavalryman to command the  rd Army.



   

                   

George. . .



   

                   

. . .Ike came to that conclusion

in London three months ago.



   

                   

He what?



   

                   

Why, that dirty--!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.



   

                   

I promise to keep my mouth shut.



   

                   

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)



   

                   

George could have the courtesy

to tell us where he's going.



   

                   

Good God, look at that.

Where you going, general?



   

                   

Berlin.



   

                   

I'm going to personally shoot

that paper-hanging son of a bitch.



   

                   

(CHEERING)



   

                   

Hold it. Hold it!



   

                   

This place isn't on the map.



   

                   

You know why?

We've run clear off the map.



   

                   

Give George a headline,

and he's good for another    miles.



   

                   

(HONKING)



   

                   

SOLDIER:

Atten-hut!



   

                   

Hold it!



   

                   

Pay attention. We're gonna clean

this mess up right now.



   

                   

Let's move this vehicle out this way.

This one out this way.



   

                   

Back that thing up there,

and we'll take this one here.



   

                   

All right, get up off your ass.

Let's go now!



   

                   

That's it.

That's the way to move.



   

                   

Good boy. All right, come on.



   

                   

Come on, now. Here we go. Come on.

That's it!



   

                   

That's it! Gun it!



   

                   

Gun that thing!



   

                   

Okay, come on.



   

                   

Watch it!



   

                   

Go, go, go! Come on.

Hold it up.



   

                   

Come on, baby. Yeah, yeah.

Come on.



   

                   

That's it.



   

                   

Come on, now.



   

                   

-Chet.

-Yeah, will do.



   

                   

Come on, keep coming. Keep coming.

Hold it up there.



   

                   

Now come on! Hold it!



   

                   

Hey, dummy, hold the fricking tank!



   

                   

That's it. Come on.



   

                   

Good boy.



   

                   

-Hold it up there.

-General!



   

                   

General Bradley wants to have

a word with you.



   

                   

Okay. Come on!



   

                   

Okay. Hold it up. Take over.



   

                   

George, you'd make a good traffic cop.



   

                   

George this drive has been

magnificent. . .



   

                   

. . .but I'm sorry to say

I have to slow you down.



   

                   

-What the hell for?

-We'll have to cut off your supplies.



   

                   

Gasoline, ammunition, everything.

We're up against new priorities.



   

                   

-I think I smell Montgomery.

-Take it easy, George.



   

                   

There are serious issues involved.

Political issues.



   

                   

By God, it is Montgomery.



   

                   

The launching sites for the B-  bombs

are all in his area.



   

                   

Churchill wants those bases destroyed.



   

                   

Hitler kills more civilians

in London than soldiers.



   

                   

Expect Montgomery to do anything?



   

                   

You give me gasoline and I'll gain

ground with it, kill Germans too.



   

                   

Give me        gallons.

I'll go to Berlin.



   

                   

George, I can't do it.



   

                   

The Siegfried line

is an empty shell.



   

                   

They stripped the equipment

and sent it east.



   

                   

It's crawling with cows.

I can punch through in two days.



   

                   

There's no use in arguing with me.

It wasn't my idea.



   

                   

Why did you pick me to command?



   

                   

I didn't pick you.



   

                   

Ike picked you.



   

                   

George, you have performed

brilliantly.



   

                   

You are loyal, dedicated.



   

                   

You're one of the best I've got,

but you don't know when to shut up.



   

                   

George, you're a pain in the neck.



   

                   

I have a lot of faults, Brad.



   

                   

But ingratitude isn't one of them.



   

                   

I owe you a lot.



   

                   

Hell, I know I'm a prima donna.

I admit it.



   

                   

What I can't stand about Monty is,

he won't admit it.



   

                   

(TANK SPUTTERS)



   

                   

Captain, the Bailey's run out of gas.



   

                   

The point tank has run out too.



   

                   

And there's a kraut column up ahead.



   

                   

Yeah, I know.



   

                   

PATTON:

Were you in command here, captain?



   

                   

I was in command.



   

                   

My tank platoon was supporting

an infantry company.



   

                   

Tanks ran out of gas,

so we had to fight it out.



   

                   

We started     :   last night.



   

                   

Finished a couple hours ago.



   

                   

This morning the fighting

was hand-to-hand.



   

                   

I had a dream last night.



   

                   

In my dream it came to me. . .



   

                   

. . .that right now the whole Nazi Reich

is mine for the taking.



   

                   

Think about that, Cod.

I was nearly sent home in disgrace.



   

                   

Now I have precisely

the right instrument. . .



   

                   

. . .at precisely the right moment of

history and exactly the right place.



   

                   

The Saar?



   

                   

This will change too, very quickly.



   

                   

Like a planet spinning off

into the universe.



   

                   

A moment like this won't come again

for       years.



   

                   

All I need is a few

miserable gallons of gasoline.



   

                   

Right now, the weak spot is here.



   

                   

In     days, we could be in Berlin.



   

                   

What about the fortifications

that were done in Metz?



   

                   

Fixed fortifications, huh?



   

                   

Monuments to the stupidity of man.



   

                   

When mountain ranges and oceans

could be overcome. . .



   

                   

. . .anything built by man

can be overcome.



   

                   

You know how I'm sure

they're finished out there?



   

                   

The carts.



   

                   

They're using carts to move

their wounded and the supplies.



   

                   

The carts came to me in my dream.

I couldn't figure it out.



   

                   

Then I remembered. . .



   

                   

. . .that nightmare in the snow.

The agonizing retreat from Moscow.



   

                   

How cold it was.



   

                   

They threw the wounded and what was

left of the supplies in the carts.



   

                   

Napoleon was finished.



   

                   

Not any color left.

Not even the red of blood.



   

                   

Only the snow.



   

                   

Look at this, Cod.



   

                   

I love it.



   

                   

God help me, I do love it so.



   

                   

I love it more than my life.



   

                   

NARRATOR: Paris is liberated,

and French troops lead the way.



   

                   

The Allies march into the city

after four years of Nazi occupation.



   

                   

The hard-fighting French

 nd Armored Division...



   

                   

...under Major General

Jacques Leclerc...



   

                   

...gets an unforgettable welcome...



   

                   

...as they enter their beloved Paris.



   

                   

In a powerful drive to the north...



   

                   

... General Montgomery cuts off and

bypasses the French coastal towns...



   

                   

...of Boulogne, Calais and Dunkirk.



   

                   

Pushing on to capture the vital

Belgian port of Antwerp.



   

                   

Meanwhile, the main body

of Patton 's army...



   

                   

...resupplied now and rolling like a

juggernaut, slashes toward the Saar.



   

                   

Nazi resistance appears to crumble.



   

                   

It seems that nothing can stop our

troops from driving on into Germany.



   

                   

-Sir, General Bradley on your line.

-Good, good.



   

                   

Brad, listen, I've got a bridgehead

across the Saar.



   

                   

I'm on my way to Germany.



   

                   

Wait a minute, George.

There's a lot of trouble up north.



   

                   

I want you to transfer tank armor

to Middleton's  th Corps right away.



   

                   

Brad, you can't do that.



   

                   

George, listen.

I don't have time to argue.



   

                   

There's a lot of enemy activity

up around Ardennes.



   

                   

No, I don't know how serious it is. . .



   

                   

. . .but Ike wants us to meet

with Bedell Smith tomorrow at Verdun.



   

                   

Be there at       .



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

PATTON: There's absolutely no reason

for us to assume. . .



   

                   

. . .that the Germans are mounting

a major offense.



   

                   

The weather is awful

and their supplies are low.



   

                   

The Germans haven't mounted a winter

attack since Frederick the Great.



   

                   

Therefore I believe that's exactly

what they're going to do.



   

                   

I want you to start making

contingency plans. . .



   

                   

. . .for pulling out

of our eastward attack.



   

                   

Changing directions    degrees,

moving up to Luxembourg.



   

                   

Don't look so stunned, gentlemen.



   

                   

I want you to plan

for three possible axes of attack.



   

                   

From Diekirch, due north.



   

                   

From Orléans to Bastogne.



   

                   

From Neufchâteau against the German

left flank.



   

                   

We've identified four German armies:



   

                   

The  th, the  th Panzer,

 th SS Panzer and the    th.



   

                   

They've hit us with    divisions.



   

                   

They've overran two regimens

of the     th Division.



   

                   

And      of our men

were forced to surrender.



   

                   

Our concern is that von Rundstedt. . .



   

                   

. . .has the      st Airborne trapped

here at Bastogne.



   

                   

Bastogne, by the way, is the key

to this entire area.



   

                   

lf we can hold it, we can break up

the entire German offensive.



   

                   

lf they take it,

we're in serious trouble.



   

                   

Ike wants to know if anybody can go. . .



   

                   

. . .and relieve the      st

before they're torn to pieces.



   

                   

There's nothing Montgomery can do.



   

                   

At any rate, not for some weeks.



   

                   

What about you, George?



   

                   

I can attack with three divisions

in    hours.



   

                   

I'd give myself some leeway.



   

                   

Ike wants a realistic estimate,

George.



   

                   

You're in the middle of a fight now.

It's over a hundred miles to Bastogne.



   

                   

My staff's already working

out the details.



   

                   

Frankly, I don't see how

it's possible.



   

                   

Not in this kind of weather.



   

                   

I should have thought you'd want

to fall back and regroup.



   

                   

Not me. I don't like to pay

for the same real estate twice.



   

                   

TEDDER:

But what about your men?



   

                   

You can't cart them off      miles,

expecting them to attack without rest.



   

                   

I trained these men.



   

                   

They'll do what I tell them to do.



   

                   

We hadn't realized you were

so popular with your troops, general.



   

                   

I'm not. They'll do it

because they're good soldiers.



   

                   

And because they realize, as I do,

that we can still lose this war.



   

                   

Then I think I can speak

for Field Marshal Montgomery.



   

                   

He'd say you're asking

the impossible of your men.



   

                   

Of course he would.



   

                   

Cause he's never realized that's

what we're in business for.



   

                   

(BOMB EXPLODES)



   

                   

General McAuliffe refused

a German surrender demand.



   

                   

You know what he said?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

He said, "Nuts. "



   

                   

Keep them moving, colonel.



   

                   

A man that eloquent has to be saved.



   

                   

(SILENCE)



   

                   

This is where it pays off.



   

                   

The training and discipline.



   

                   

No other outfit in the world.



   

                   

Pulled out of a winter battle,

move a hundred miles.



   

                   

Going to a major attack with no rest,

no sleep, no hot food.



   

                   

God! God, I'm proud of these men!



   

                   

Sir, von Rundstedt's thrown another

panzer division against Bastogne.



   

                   

    st Airborne's barely holding on.



   

                   

We need damned air cover. lf we had

decent weather, we might make it.



   

                   

CARVER:

General Mason, sir.



   

                   

Hello, Mase?

Listen, we're short on foot soldiers.



   

                   

Cannibalize your antiaircraft units

and turn them into riflemen.



   

                   

Yes, every last one you can find.



   

                   

Good evening, general.



   

                   

I just got the weather report

for tomorrow. More snow.



   

                   

There goes our air cover.



   

                   

We may have to wait

for better weather.



   

                   

Brave men dying up there. I won't

wait, not an hour, not a minute.



   

                   

Going to keep moving.



   

                   

ls that clear?



   

                   

We're going to attack all night

and attack tomorrow morning!



   

                   

lf we're not victorious. . .



   

                   

. . .let no one come back alive.



   

                   

You know something, general?



   

                   

Sometimes, they can't tell when

you're acting and when you're not.



   

                   

It isn't important for them to know.



   

                   

It's only important for me to know.



   

                   

-You want to see me, general?

-Oh, yeah, chaplain.



   

                   

I'm tired of  rd Army

having to fight Germans. . .



   

                   

. . .with supreme command,

no gasoline. . .



   

                   

. . .and now this ungodly weather.



   

                   

I want a prayer, a weather prayer.



   

                   

A weather prayer, sir?



   

                   

Yes, let's see if you can't get God

working with us.



   

                   

Gonna take a thick rug

for that kind of praying.



   

                   

I don't care if it

takes a flying carpet.



   

                   

I don't know how this

will be received, general.



   

                   

Praying for good weather

so we can kill our fellow man.



   

                   

I assure you, because of

my relations with the Almighty. . .



   

                   

. . .if you write a good prayer,

we'll have good weather.



   

                   

And I expect that prayer

within an hour.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

"Almighty and most merciful Father. . .



   

                   

. . .we humbly beseech Thee. . .



   

                   

. . .of Thy great goodness. . .



   

                   

. . .to restrain this

immoderate weather. . .



   

                   

. . .with which we've had to contend.



   

                   

Grant us fair weather for battle.



   

                   

Graciously hearken to us...



   

                   

...as soldiers who call upon Thee...



   

                   

... that armed with Thy power...



   

                   

... we may advance

from victory to victory...



   

                   

...and crush the oppression...



   

                   

...and wickedness of our enemies...



   

                   

...and establish Thy justice...



   

                   

...among men and nations.



   

                   

Amen. ''



   

                   

Weather's perfect.



   

                   

Cod, get me that chaplain.



   

                   

He's in good with the Lord

and I want to decorate him.



   

                   

Hiya, general!



   

                   

NARRATOR: Supported by medium bombers

and fighter bombers...



   

                   

...flying sorties

against German positions...



   

                   

...elements of the  rd Army...



   

                   

...spearheaded by the

 th Armored Division...



   

                   

...drive into Bastogne...



   

                   

... to relieve its       defenders...



   

                   

...on the day after Christmas.



   

                   

During this operation,

 rd Army moved farther and faster...



   

                   

...and engaged more divisions

in less time...



   

                   

... than any other army in the history

of the United States.



   

                   

(MUSlC PLAYS)



   

                   

Excuse me, sir.



   

                   

General Katkov would like to know

if you'll join him. . .



   

                   

. . .to drink to the surrender

of Germany.



   

                   

My compliments to the general.



   

                   

Please inform him that I do not care

to drink with him. . .



   

                   

. . .or any other Russian

son of a bitch.



   

                   

Sir. . .



   

                   

. . .I cannot tell the general that.



   

                   

You tell him that.



   

                   

Tell him word for word.



   

                   

(SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN)



   

                   

(SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN)



   

                   

The general says he thinks that. . .



   

                   

. . .you are a son of a bitch too.



   

                   

Okay. I'll drink to that.



   

                   

One son of a bitch to another.



   

                   

(SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN)



   

                   

(CHEERING)



   

                   

Is it true that Roosevelt,

before he died. . .



   

                   

. . .promised you

a command in the Pacific?



   

                   

Yes. But now that he's gone, I don't

think there's much chance of that.



   

                   

Doug MacArthur

doesn't want me up there.



   

                   

We're told of "wonder weapons"

the Germans were working on:



   

                   

Long-range rockets,

push-button bombing. . .



   

                   

. . .weapons that don't need soldiers.



   

                   

"Wonder weapon"?



   

                   

My God, I don't see

the wonder in them.



   

                   

Killing without heroics. Nothing

is glorified, nothing is reaffirmed.



   

                   

No heroes, no cowards, no troops.



   

                   

No generals.



   

                   

Only those that are left alive

and those that are left. . .



   

                   

. . .dead.



   

                   

I'm glad I won't live to see it.



   

                   

REPORTER: It's said you're still

using former Nazis in key positions.



   

                   

Despite the denazification policy.



   

                   

Well, if I'm supplied

with trained personnel. . .



   

                   

. . .I'll get rid of the Nazis.



   

                   

Until then, I'll use them to keep

the railroads and telephones working.



   

                   

After all, didn't most

ordinary Nazis join the Party. . .



   

                   

. . .in about the same way Americans

become Republicans or Democrats?



   

                   

Yes, that's about it.



   

                   

You agree that national policy be made

by civilians, not by the military?



   

                   

Of course. But the politicians

never let us finish.



   

                   

They always stop short and leave us

with another war.



   

                   

You thinking about our Russian allies?



   

                   

Did you say if you found your army

between the Germans and the Russians. . .



   

                   

. . .you'd attack in both directions?



   

                   

No, I never said that.



   

                   

I never said any such thing.



   

                   

But I wish I had.



   

                   

(LAUGHING)



   

                   

Sir, there's a call on your line from

supreme headquarters, General Smith.



   

                   

Bedell?



   

                   

Ike is furious.



   

                   

How could you compare Republicans

and Democrats to the Nazi Party?



   

                   

And the statement

that you refuse to denazify. . .



   

                   

. . .has the Russians, the British,

everybody, screaming.



   

                   

Well, the hell

with the Mongoloid Russians.



   

                   

We've given them Berlin, Prague,

God knows what else.



   

                   

They gonna dictate policy too?



   

                   

George, don't be a fool.



   

                   

The war in Europe is over.

Washington dictates policy.



   

                   

The war shouldn't be over. We should

stop pussyfooting about the Russians!



   

                   

We'll have to fight them anyway. Why

not do it now, when the army's here?



   

                   

lnstead of disarming Germans let's

get them to help fight the Bolsheviks.



   

                   

You better shut up.

This line may be tapped.



   

                   

I don't care. I'll tell you. . .



   

                   

. . .we've been fighting

the wrong people.



   

                   

You and I don't have to get involved,

you're so soft about it.



   

                   

Leave it to me. In     days

I'll have us at war with them. . .



   

                   

. . .and make it look like their fault!



   

                   

George, you're mad.

You're absolutely out of your mind!



   

                   

Well, I'm no diplomat.



   

                   

I'm a combat soldier.

That's all they understand.



   

                   

Get Ike to give me the word,

and I'll kick them back to Russia!



   

                   

Shall I call the artist back, sir?



   

                   

Oh, the hell with it.



   

                   

Nobody wants to see a picture of me.

I'm mad!



   

                   

Don't you know that?



   

                   

Field Marshal Montgomery,

his majesty is prepared. . .



   

                   

. . .to receive the next chief

of the imperial general staff.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Take care of yourself.



   

                   

George.



   

                   

Well, gentlemen. . .



   

                   

. . .all good things

must come to an end.



   

                   

And the best thing

that's happened to me. . .



   

                   

. . .in my life. . .



   

                   

. . .has been. . .



   

                   

. . .uh. . .



   

                   

. . .the honor. . .



   

                   

. . .and privilege. . .



   

                   

. . .of commanding the  rd Army.



   

                   

Goodbye. . .



   

                   

. . .and God bless you.



   

                   

Brad. . .



   

                   

. . .they've taken the  rd Army

away from me.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

I thought we could have dinner

together tonight.



   

                   

Thank you, Brad.



   

                   

That's damn thoughtful.

I appreciate it.



   

                   

Right now, I think I'll take

Willie for a walk.



   

                   

George, look out!



   

                   

After all I've been through. . .



   

                   

. . .imagine getting killed

by an oxcart.



   

                   

No, Brad, there's only one proper way

for a professional soldier to die.



   

                   

That's from the last bullet

of the last battle of the last war.



   

                   

At least the  rd Army earned its pay.



   

                   

In our drive across Europe,

we liberated. . .



   

                   

. . .        cities and towns. . .



   

                   

. . .and inflicted a million and a half

enemy casualties.



   

                   

I sense from now on, just being

a good soldier won't mean a thing.



   

                   

I'm afraid we're gonna have to be

diplomats, administrators, you name it.



   

                   

God help us.



   

                   

George, I want to say one thing.



   

                   

You've done a magnificent job

here in Europe.



   

                   

That's right, George.



   

                   

That soldier you slapped did more to

win the war than any other private.



   

                   

I'll see you for dinner.



   

                   

Six-thirty?



   

                   

PATTON:

For over a thousand years...



   

                   

...Roman conquerors

returning from the wars...



   

                   

...enjoyed the honor of a triumph,

a tumultuous parade.



   

                   

In the procession came trumpeters

and musicians and strange animals...



   

                   

...from the conquered territories...



   

                   

... together with carts laden with

treasure and captured armaments.



   

                   

The conqueror rode

in a triumphal chariot...



   

                   

... the dazed prisoners

walking in chains before him.



   

                   

Sometimes, his children,

robed in white...



   

                   

...stood with him in the chariot,

or rode the trace horses.



   

                   

A slave stood behind the conqueror...



   

                   

...holding a golden crown...



   

                   

...and whispering in his ear

a warning...



   

                   

... that all glory...



   

                   

...is fleeting.







  

  

 
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