Titanfall2 Trailer + Fury Script

 

FURY
Written by
David Ayer
OVER A BLACK SCREEN:
April 1945 -- The Allied Armies strike at the heart of
Germany. In four weeks the Third Reich will be no more...
EXT. FARMER’S FIELD - PREDAWN
Thick morning fog blankets all. A faint glow in the East.
It’s quiet save for the DISTANT RUMBLE of artillery.
Super title: Somewhere in Nazi Germany...
A Spanish Arabian STALLION emerges from the fog. A wasp
waisted German Army LIEUTENANT erect in its saddle. His
disciplined horse elegantly picks its way over the furrowed
soil. A dark hulk looms in the mist -- Horse and rider
approach...
IT’S A BURNED OUT TANK -- An American Sherman. Still
smoldering. Steel armor ripped open like tin foil.
The Lieutenant moves on. Encounters another charred tank. Its
entire turret blown off. A small fire still burns inside.
Around it are the blackened twisted shapes of burnt shrunken
men.
He moves on. Another hulk emerges from the mist -- This tank
looks like a scrap heap -- Sandbags, railroad ties, sloppy
steel plate, cases of wine, rations and ammunition. Battered,
scarred and seemingly abandoned.
The Lieutenant guides his horse in a slow circle around the
armored vehicle. He HEARS a faint CLINK -- And draws his
Luger from its shiny black holster -- THEN:
An AMERICAN SOLDIER hiding BEHIND THE TURRET leaps on him...
Tearing the German from his horse. The two men CRASH to the
ground. The American stabs the Lieutenant in the face --
THWICK-THWICK-THWICK! Fast, violent, shocking...
The American then carefully slides the knife blade behind the
German’s eye - Piercing his brainpan with a CRACK. The German
convulses for a moment. And dies...
The American retrieves his knife. Wipes it clean on the
German’s uniform and scans the area with burning primal eyes.
This is DON “WARDADDY” COLLIER. Late twenties he looks middle
aged. A light beard and hollow cheeks. Years of combat have
ground him into something hard and sharp.
(CONTINUED)
With the mechanical clumsiness of exhaustion, Wardaddy cuts
the map case from the German’s belt. Then rips the large
Knight’s Cross medal from the dead man’s neck.
Wardaddy stands to his full impressive height in his oil
blackened overalls. He crosses to the horse. He grabs the
beautiful animal’s bridal and looks at it for a moment...
Eye to eye. Connection with the animal. With incredible
gentleness he rubs its muzzle. And kisses it...
Then he pulls his knife -- The horse jerks back, but Wardaddy
holds it firm. He knows horses...
THWICK! - He cuts off the bridle, slips the bit from its
mouth. He unbuckles the saddle and drops it to the soil.
Wardaddy looking at the horse. Then it heads back the way it
came - Now without ride and tack.
Wardaddy climbs aboard his tank -- Her name is “FURY” -- It’s
painted on her cannon.
INT. FURY - PREDAWN
Dark. Cramped. Crowded. A filthy machine with filthy men.
There’s two main areas - THE TURRET BASKET -- A big
cylindrical cage that spins with the turret.
And the BOW -- The front of the tank where the driver and a
machine gunner sit. The sound of piss hitting tin...
BOYD “BIBLE” SWAN is draped casually across the cannon
breech. A pastor’s kid from Des Moines, he’s serious, calm,
centered. You’d never guess he’s killed a thousand men. He
finishes urinating into an ammo can.
TRINI “GORDO” GARCIA sits in the driver’s seat sipping wine
from a bottle. A Mexican butcher from Chicago. He’s been
drunk since 1942. He once went into combat sober - And vowed
never to do it again.
Next to Gordo, the transmission housing between them, is the
body of RED. A blood soaked jacket pulled over his head. His
blood spattered inside the tank.
GRADY “COON-ASS” TRAVIS, a good-old-boy from Arkansas, is
wedged into the battery compartment fixing a short. He’s
cunning, viscous and World wise.
Wardaddy drops down into the Commander’s hatch.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
2.
COON-ASS
Get that fucker?
WARDADDY
I knocked him off.
Gordo offers Red a drink, pushes the bottle into his
shoulder. Whispers to him...
BIBLE
Gordo. Stop. Leave him rest.
WARDADDY
He’s dead. Or did you forget? Drunk
damn fool.
Gordo shoots them a dirty look. Keeps whispering to his dead
friend. Wardaddy watches Coon-Ass work.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Goddammit. Ain’t you done?
COON-ASS
Keep ridin’ me.
WARDADDY
I’m not riding you. If I was, you’d
know it. More where he came from.
Wardaddy tosses Bible the Knight’s Cross - Bible hangs it in
the turret - Where more German combat decorations hang like
Christmas ornaments.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
You get some canned bacon for this?
He tosses Gordo the dead Officer’s Luger. He inspects it.
GORDO
For this? Yeah. A case or two.
Wardaddy lights a cigarette. Then scratches another notch in
his knife with his GI can opener. It’s tense - They are
behind German lines and acutely aware of the danger they’re
in. But danger becomes routine. After years of it...
Coon-Ass smirks - KNOWING he’ll get a rise...
COON-ASS
How come you didn’t shoot that
horse? You love shooting horses so
much.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
3.
Wardaddy darkens with outrage -- He works his way over to
Coon-Ass and begins kicking the hell out of him.
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
Stop it! What’s that for?
WARDADDY
You know what it’s for.
COON-ASS
Why you always whoopin’ on me?
WARDADDY
Because you’re an animal. A dog.
All you understand is the fist and
boot.
COON-ASS
Bull-sheeet. I understand me the
pussy and the gun. Killin’ and
fuckin’.
WARDADDY
In that order?
COON-ASS
Maybe. Timing’s important. I like
me warm pussy. Pipin’ hot.
GORDO
You still talking? Can we get out
of here? Everyone shut up.
WARDADDY
You shut up. You’re a goddamn
bottle of wine. Stink like wine.
Think like wine. Alcohol never
solved nothing.
GORDO
Neither did milk. Let’s go.
Vamanos. Vamanos ya.
WARDADDY
Wanna talk Mexican? Find another
tank. A Mexican tank. This is an
American tank. We talk American.
GORDO
Who put a nickel in you? You talk
Kraut. You can talk German and I
can’t talk Spanish?
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
4.
WARDADDY
I use my German as a tool of war.
Coon-Ass grabs his crotch...
COON-ASS
Here’s my tool of war.
Bible realizes this isn’t about horses or Spanish. It’s about
Red -- The man with his head blown off in the Bow Gunner’s
seat. Bible hands Wardaddy some coffee he warmed on a Coleman
stove.
WARDADDY
Thanks Boyd.
BIBLE
Stop ragging on everyone. You
didn’t kill Red. The German’s did.
WARDADDY
That’s true. But I sure didn’t keep
him alive.
BIBLE
His number came up. That’s all.
We’ve been lucky. Until now. Settle
down.
Wardaddy adds sugar to his coffee. Stirs it with a greasy
callused finger. He opens the German’s mapcase -- Discovers
several maps...
WARDADDY
Thank heavens. We got a map.
Wardaddy studies a German map...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
We’re here. Battalion Area’s to the
South. This hardball road here’ll
get us back. Sound good?
COON-ASS
You got the stripes, Daddy. You
figure it out.
WARDADDY
I got more, boy. Need more?
Wardaddy pokes his head out of the Commander’s hatch and
listens carefully to the coming dawn.
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
5.
His finely tuned instincts kick in. Wardaddy drops back
inside - Pulls the hatch shut with a CLANK...
THEN:
The sound of ROARING LOCOMOTIVES -- An Artillery barrage is
on the way...
BOOM-BOOM-KABOOM! -- Shells explode around the tank. Rocking
it. For the moment the men are safe in their steel cocoon.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Coon-Ass? Anytime, sweetheart.
Coon-Ass turns a last bolt then extricates himself from the
batteries.
COON-ASS
‘Kay. Crank her up, Gordo. Whip
this bitch like your donkey back in
Old Mexico.
GORDO
I’ll whip your Alabama ass with my
donkey cock.
Gordo pushes the starter button. Expectant faces. The engine
RUMBLES but doesn’t catch.
MORE EXPLODING SHELLS -- Incredibly loud. Shrapnel PINGS off
the hull. They endure it with their trademark stoicism.
They’ve been through it before - But a direct hit can kill
them...
WARDADDY
Choke’er up. She’s cold.
Gordo opens the choke. Tries again. The engine rumbling.
Doesn’t start. Worried faces.
GORDO
There’s condensation on the plugs.
WARDADDY
Plugs’re good. Don’t flood it.
GORDO
Drunk or not I can start a damn
tank.
CONTINUED: (4)
(CONTINUED)
6.
VROOM! -- The engine ROARS to life. They are relieved. Low
key and businesslike, they don their headsets - It’s now
unbelievably loud in the tank. Coon-Ass joins Wardaddy and
Bible in the turret basket.
WARDADDY
Move out!
Gordo double-clutches and shifts into first. The tank
lurches. Bible presses his eye to the gunsight...
Wardaddy rotates the turret with his THUMBSWITCH, looking
outside through a PERISCOPE.
BEHIND GORDO -- We see the turret basket rotating, the legs
of Wardaddy, Bible and Coon-Ass standing inside - It’s an
impressive sight...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Forward! Pick it up! Forward!
The tank RATTLES. CLANKS and SHUDDERS. Ammo cases, weapons, C-
rations vibrate. We are in the belly of the beast.
KABOOM-BOOM-BOOM! -- Shells explode dangerously close. The
tank shudders. Gordo clutches, shifts into second. Stomps the
gas. The tank builds speed. Wardaddy SEES the road...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Drive! Left. Left. Left.
ON GORDO - Turning the tank with the two big steering levers.
He whips it onto the road, upshifts into third gear. The tank
builds speed - Moving surprisingly fast.
Gordo can sure drive a tank. Eyes riveted to his periscope.
Gas, oil, blood and piss sloshing over his boots. Red’s body
in the seat next to him.
Leaving the CRASHING artillery behind...
Out of immediate danger, Wardaddy opens his hatch and takes
his normal position - Exposed from the chest up in the
commander’s hatch. He grips a captured German assault rifle,
grimly scanning for threats with his cold hard eyes.
The Fury has escaped. Her crew is neither grateful or
relieved. There is work to do. The war is not over...
CONTINUED: (5)
7.
EXT. BATTALION AREA - DAY
A farmer’s field has been overrun by a travelling circus of
death - An American Armored Battalion. A couple thousand men.
A couple hundred vehicles. The TIRED MEN load TIRED VEHICLES
for another day on the attack. Months of spearheading into
Germany have taken their toll.
A BOOMING ARTILLERY BATTERY pumps rounds into German targets
miles away. The BLACK DRIVERS of the Redball Express Trucks
unload heaps of supplies from their trucks.
MECHANICS, CLERKS, COOKS and MPs move with purpose.
INFANTRYMEN clean weapons. A CHAPLAIN gives last rites
outside the surgery tent as MEDICS line up more litters of
WOUNDED MEN.
A hundred GERMAN PRISONERS sit listlessly behind barbed wire.
A BULLDOZER plows a heap of dead Germans into a pit.
A ROW OF FIFTEEN SHERMAN TANKS -- Their busy CREWS ready them
for another day’s push into Germany. The tankers stop working
and stare in amazement.
HERE COMES THE FURY -- Driving up fast, it deftly spins and
parks perfectly alongside the newer, cleaner tanks. SERGEANT
DAVIS, commander of the Lucy Sue shakes his head.
SGT. DAVIS
Thought you were dead Collier.
WARDADDY
The Devil watches over his own.
Wardaddy jumps down. A pair of MEDICS approach the tank with
a litter. Wardaddy and Gordo haul Red’s corpse out of the
tank and lay him onto the litter.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Take care of him. He was a good
man.
The Medic SEES the top of Red’s head is gone.
MEDIC
You said you had wounded. We’re not
graves registration.
WARDADDY
Take good care of him. Or I’ll take
good care of you.
(CONTINUED)
8.
Wardaddy pats his assault rifle with menace. The Medics trade
looks and depart with the body. Gordo crawls under the tank
and passes out in the mud.
LIEUTENANT PARKER approaches Wardaddy. Young and fresh, he
has just a month with the outfit. He’s intimidated by
Wardaddy, this tough tanker hard tempered by war’s hammer.
LT. PARKER
Sergeant I was afraid you were
dead. I’m awful sorry about T-5
Conley.
WARDADDY
It’s Red. We call him Red.
LT. PARKER
Sure. Where’s the rest of Third
Platoon?
WARDADDY
We’re it.
LT. PARKER
What happened out there?
WARDADDY
Another goddamned green Lieutenant
happened.
LT. PARKER
What do I tell the Captain?
WARDADDY
Tell him we drove straight into a
strongpoint. Two Kraut tanks were
dug in like pillboxes. I got ‘em
both. After they got everyone else.
LT. PARKER
We’re moving again. Headquarters
section’s already folding. You’re
in my Platoon now. We’re assigned
to check out a town while main unit
bypasses.
WARDADDY
A goddamned flank guard mission?
Wardaddy nods at the Fury. Looking even more ragged in the
daylight.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
9.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Lieutenant, I gotta short in the
master switch box. Steering linkage
is rattling. Engine’s losing
compression. Oil’s in the radiator.
Bogies need rubber. There’s a 75
gouge on the turret that’ll take
twenty pounds of welding rod to
fill in. She’s a mess. So’s my
crew.
LT. PARKER
Make ready to depart the company
area on my order.
WARDADDY
Yessir. Fuck my life.
The young officer spins on his heels and walks off. Wardaddy
looks at Bible and Coon-Ass, staring at him from atop the
tank. Just crushed. Beaten, exhausted. Spent.
COON-ASS
Parker’s douchebag. We working for
that Yankee fool now?
WARDADDY
Don’t you worry about him. You work
for me. Restock ammo and rations.
Wake up Gordo. Have him top off the
water and gas. Do what you can
about the mechanical issues.
Wardaddy walking away.
BIBLE
Where you going?
WARDADDY
The latrine to take a shit. I ain’t
shit in a week.
NORMAN ELLISON a shiny new Private with a dufflebag
intercepts Wardaddy.
NORMAN
Sergeant Collier?
WARDADDY
Maybe. What the fuck are you?
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
10.
NORMAN
Private Ellison. I was told to
report to you. I’m your new
Assistant Driver.
WARDADDY
Lookit you. Crisp and green like a
new dollar bill. Puppy breath and
all.
Wardaddy lights a smoke. An outgoing volley from the nearby
Artillery Company makes Norman flinch.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Don’t worry about outgoing.
Incoming mail’s the issue. Nazis
can drop an 88 shell in your hip
pocket from two miles out.
Wardaddy directs him to the Fury.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
That’s home. Do what you’re told.
And don’t get too close to no one.
Wardaddy walks off. Norman approaches the tank. Bible and
Coon-Ass scrutinize the newcomer. Gordo slides out from under
the hull, bathed in mud. The three feral tankers eye Norman.
Gordo grabs Norman’s dufflebag and searches it. Norman afraid
to stop him.
NORMAN
Which way’s the front?
Bible gestures in a wide circle.
BIBLE
All around us. Kid, this is
Germany. We’re surrounded by
Krauts.
Norman sees a YOUNG TANKER running in circles holding an M1
rifle above his head. Yelling this:
YOUNG TANKER
I’m a shithead! I’m a shithead! I’m
a shithead! I’m a shithead!
NORMAN
What’s that about?
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
11.
BIBLE
He was cleaning a machine gun and
didn’t unload it. Nearly killed a
Sergeant. Lucky he didn’t get
stomped into the mud.
Norman swallows hard. Looks around. Gordo angrily looks up
from Norman’s dufflebag.
GORDO
Where’s your cigarettes?
NORMAN
I don’t smoke.
GORDO
Well then you’re a bastard.
Gordo tosses Norman’s dufflebag in the mud. Norman looks
stricken.
BIBLE
You go to tank school?
NORMAN
I’ve never seen inside a tank. I’m
a clerk typist. I was going to
Fifth Corps HQ. They pulled me off
the truck and sent me here. It’s
gotta be a mistake.
COON-ASS
Ain’t a mistake. Army does what it
does.
BIBLE
Kid, you from Missouri?
Norman shakes his head: “No”.
GORDO
Chicago?
Norman shakes his head: “No”.
COON-ASS
Arkansas?
NORMAN
No, I’m from --
CONTINUED: (4)
(CONTINUED)
12.
COON-ASS
-- No one gives a damn where you’re
from.
Gordo offers him his canteen. Norman politely takes a swig.
Spits it out.
NORMAN
It tastes like hornet stings.
GORDO
You don’t drink?
NORMAN
Nuh-uh. Especially that.
Gordo snatches back his canteen.
GORDO
I hate you.
BIBLE
You a praying man?
NORMAN
I go to church.
BIBLE
Do you subscribe? Are you saved?
NORMAN
I’m baptized.
BIBLE
That’s not what I’m asking. And you
know it. Wait until you see it.
NORMAN
See what?
BIBLE
What a man can do to another man.
GORDO
Reverend-pastor-deacon Swan here
was in a preacher factory when he
got drafted.
BIBLE
It’s called divinity college.
CONTINUED: (5)
(CONTINUED)
13.
COON-ASS
Praise Sweet Jesus. Thank you for
the war dear sweet, sweet Jesus.
Thank you for all the goddamned
Nazi’s to kill.
BIBLE
Norman. There two are wicked men.
Albeit amusing. You better grab
hold of Jesus. He’s the one thing
that won’t rattle you loose.
NORMAN
... Sure...
Coon-Ass pulls open the Bow Gunner’s hatch.
COON-ASS
Here boy. Here’s your seat. Get a
bucket of hot water from the
kitchen and get it clean. Amish
clean.
Norman’s face drops when he peers inside...
INT. FURY - DAY
Minutes later. Norman kneels awkwardly over the transmission
as he scrubs off blood with a rag. He pauses to stare at the
big belt fed machine gun - Also spattered with blood. He
cleans it gently. As if afraid of waking a dangerous animal.
Norman removes blood spattered pin-up girls. And a photo of
Red’s wife - The tough cattle ranching woman who has no idea
her man is dead. He reaches for a photo of Red in cowboy
regalia astride a horse -- And freezes...
WHAT HE SEES -- Blonde hair, an ear, a single blue eye. Half
of Red’s face.
EXT. ASSEMBLY POSITION - DAY
Love Company’s tanks are being readied for combat. Gas tanks
are filled. Equipment is oiled and clean. Ammo loaded. Busy
green monkeys scrambling over big green turtles.
ON THE FURY: Coon-Ass and Bible load ammo into the turret.
Wardaddy and Gordo tighten track links with wrenches.
CONTINUED: (6)
(CONTINUED)
14.
Norman scrambles out of the tank and tumbles over the side.
Landing on his hands and knees, he vomits his ham and eggs
into the mud...
Coughing and sputtering he looks up in time to see a 6x6
truck roll by, filled with a heap of corpses. German and
American. Legs and arms sticking out. It looks like they are
waving “Hi” to the young soldiers...
Norman wants to cry. The Fury’s crew stares at him. Blank
faced. No sympathy.
BIBLE
Get back in there. It’s not going
to clean itself.
Norman stands, brushes off the mud. About to climb back in
the tank, he pauses and stares with his mouth agape.
Two TIRED GI’S escort and SS SERGEANT. His hands tied behind
his back with bailing wire. His head is SWOLLEN like a
watermelon. Puffy slits for eyes, blood slicked hair. He’s
taken a serious beating.
WARDADDY
Why ain’t he sleepin’?
TIRED GI
G-Two wants a prisoner to question.
WARDADDY
I’ll question him.
(in fluent German)
What’s your favorite color? You
like chicken or beef? You a good
dancer? You like fat girls?
The stoic prisoner blinks with confusion...
THWICK! -- Wardaddy buries his knife in the SS Sergeant’s
chest. Smack in the heart. And works it side to side.
The GI’s shake their heads with weary dismay. Bible and Coon-
Ass pull Wardaddy away. Gordo cackles with delight.
TIRED GI
Okay, that kind of thing’s gonna
get you in a lot of trouble.
WARDADDY
We ain’t here to ask them
questions.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
15.
The Tired GI’s drop their prisoner. They look at Wardaddy
like getting ready to do something about it. Coon-Ass aims
his Tommy gun at them...
COON-ASS
It’s a goddamned Kraut. Forget it.
The SS man dies in the mud gasping his last breath. The tired
GI’s move along.
TIRED GI
I have to tell them what you did.
Wardaddy ignores him. Norman watches the men go, shocked.
Wardaddy spits. Wipes his knife clean.
NORMAN
You killed a prisoner of war. In
cold blood.
WARDADDY
I know what I did. He’s an SS.
They’re real assholes.
Wardaddy shakes a smoke from his pack. Scratches another
notch in his knife with his can opener.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
I kill every SS I can. You’d seen
what I seen you would too.
COON-ASS
Fuck every last one. They started
it. We’re finishing it.
BIBLE
Heinies don’t know they’re beat.
Our Generals smell blood.
COON-ASS
Yep. Ain’t nothing stopping the
spear from sliding into the enemy’s
belly.
WARDADDY
We’re the spearhead. Done any
killing?
Norman shakes his head: no.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
You will.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
16.
Wardaddy shoves an ugly stamped metal submachine-gun into
Norman’s hands. The GIs call it a “greasegun”. The Lieutenant
returns from the Company Command Post...
LT. PARKER
First Platoon TC’s! See me now.
The first Platoon TANK COMMANDERS wander over to the
Lieutenant. WARDADDY, SGT. BINKOWSKI, SGT. DAVIS and SGT.
PETERSON, all rough men who can kick ass in a bar fight.
SGT. BINKOWSKI
I see you sir. I see you.
LT. PARKER
Here’s the big picture. Main Unit’s
going East. We’re going North on a
flank guard mission. We’ll tie up
with Baker Company from the 41st.
Sergeant Collier is with us now.
He’ll be acting Platoon Sergeant.
SGT. PETERSON
That’s fine with me. Glad to have
you Don.
WARDADDY
Sir, saying you get picked off?
Mind showing me the overlay where
we’re going?
LT. PARKER
Sure, Collier. Kansas point Dog.
After that we’re working for
Captain Waggoner. Any questions?
SGT. BINKOWSKI
You started shaving?
Lt. Parker disregards the dig...
LT. PARKER
First Platoon! Mount up and move
out!
The five tank commanders cross to their waiting tanks.
Wardaddy makes the “crank it up” hand sign. Gordo slides in
the driver’s hatch and starts the Fury.
The other four tanks start up - their ENGINES ROAR. The 25
men of 1st Platoon take their fighting positions in side the
steel beasts. Wardaddy mounts the Fury. Norman too. One man
confident and seasoned. The other clumsy and hesitant.
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
17.
CAMERA FINDS - A CORPORAL arguing with Sgt. Davis.
CORPORAL
I can’t go out! I can’t do it! And
you can’t make me!
Sgt. Davis punches the man. And shoves him into the Bow
Gunner’s hatch. It’s like stuffing a cat in a bathtub.
WARDADDY
Battle fatigue case. Good man. He’s
got his limit. We got ours.
COON-ASS
Ought’a be psycho’ed to the rear.
The Corporal extends his hand from the hatch, just his hand.
He’s hold a LIVE GRENADE.
BOOM! -- It blows the Corporal’s hand clean off, shreds his
forearm. Sgt. Davis is livid.
SGT. DAVIS
Bless you heart. You done went and
did it. Get on, boy. Go suck your
mama’s titty milk. Get on out of
here you yellow fuck.
The Corporal climbs out of the hatch, slides down the front
of the tank and trudges toward an ambulance clutching his
shattered arm. Norman saw everything. He looks at Wardaddy,
amazed and confused. Who just shrugs and locks and loads his
big .50 Cal machine gun.
WARDADDY
Guess he didn’t want to go. Drive!
Move out.
The Fury falls in behind Lt. Parker’s tank. Then Sgt. Davis’
tank. Then Peterson and Binkowski’s tanks.
The 5 tanks of 1st PLATOON move out in a column. Each tank
running over the dead SS Sergeant - Flattening him into the
mud. No sentimentality here. It’s just business.
EXT. TASK FORCE PERIMETER - DAY
The Five Sherman Tanks are on the road heading East. They
pass the OUTPOST TANK - Marking the scrimmage line between
the American Army and the Nazis.
CONTINUED: (4)
(CONTINUED)
18.
OUTPOST SENTRY
Go fuck yourself Wardaddy! You owe
me forty bucks.
Wardaddy waves goodbye. The tank column passes a field where
dozens of foxholes are filled with INFANTRYMEN. At the sound
of a WHISTLE a hundred ragged green men emerge from the earth
like spawning locusts and shuffle towards waiting trucks.
ON NORMAN - Sitting in the Bow Gunner’s seat, his hatch open.
The ass of the Lieutenant’s Tank spewing exhaust and dust in
his face. The Lieutenant keeps glancing back at Gordo,
sitting in the Driver’s hatch. Gordo takes quick sips from a
wine bottle between the young officer’s disapproving glances.
GORDO
We get hit, we’re gonna burn out.
And we’re gonna burn out fast. Our
tanks are shit boxes. German guns
punch through them like butter. See
this...
He points at a hatch in the floor under his seat.
GORDO (CONT’D)
We get hit. I’m gone. Right through
here. I ain’t waiting for you. I
ain’t helping you. Got that?
NORMAN
Okay. Thank you.
Norman looks up at Wardaddy in the Commander’s hatch. He
looks like he was born like that - An iron centaur, half man
half tank. Wardaddy speaks to him through the intercom...
WARDADDY
Kid, you hear me, you plugged in?
Norman fumbles with the intercom switch, replies:
NORMAN
I hear you, Sergeant.
WARDADDY
Don’t fire that bow gun until I
tell you. Got that? Don’t want you
plastering our guys.
NORMAN
Okay, Sarge.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
19.
Gordo kills off his bottle of wine, throws it at the back of
the Lieutenant’s tank, shattering it.
GORDO
Kid, you play cards? Blackjack?
Poker?
NORMAN
No. I don’t play cards.
GORDO
You motherfucker.
EXT. DIRT ROAD - DAY
Farmer’s fields on either side. The tank column passes an OLD
FARMER riding a hay wagon pulled by two old horses. Columns
of black smoke rise in the distance. Wardaddy spreads his map
on the turret. Marks their destination. Coon-Ass opens his
hatch, next to Wardaddy’s.
WARDADDY
What a chicken shit job. A
goddamned side mission while main
unit leapfrogs us. We need any
support we’re fucked.
COON-ASS
Ain’t this fucking war over yet?
WARDADDY
We’re two hundred miles from
Berlin. Get there just over a week.
COON-ASS
I’m in no hurry to get murdered in
Berlin. Kids pouring bushels of
grenades in our hatches. Wine
bottles full’a gasoline. No thank
you, ma’am.
WARDADDY
I don’t want it to end.
COON-ASS
I’m ready to ship home. Work at the
hog farm, marry me a little thing
to make me pies and babies.
WARDADDY
I never planned on surviving this
thing.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
20.
COON-ASS
A pretty little mama with a mess of
cousins. Eat their pies too.
WARDADDY
I’ll keep looking at poker until I
get my head shot off. Die owing
every dripping dick in the
battalion a stack of money.
COON-ASS
Hurry up. You’re running out of
war.
WARDADDY
Don’t I know it.
COON-ASS
You just wanna keep killing people.
You need it like you need
breathing. Can’t do it back home.
Not for long at least.
WARDADDY
I got no home.
COON-ASS
If I get it first, you gotta
promise to bury me face down.
WARDADDY
So you find your way to hell
quicker?
COON-ASS
So the whole damn world can kiss my
ass.
VROOM! - A P47 fighter flies over. So low that can count the
rivets on the wings. It quickly vanishes over the horizon.
ON NORMAN - Watching with fascination. He SEES another P47
fast approaching.
VROOM! - It passes directly overhead.
PAK-PAK-PAK-PAK-PAK! - A German anti-aircraft gun opens up.
600 yards away it’s well camouflaged in a group of trees.
It blows the wing off the low-flying fighter plane.
The aircraft corkscrews into a field and EXPLODES VIOLENTLY
as its bomb load detonates. Sudden. Shocking.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
21.
ON WARDADDY - Spinning the turret with his thumb switch, he
lines up a shot on the anti-aircraft gun’s position.
WARDADDY
Anti-aircraft! Two O'clock. Six
hundred yards. HE! Fire when ready!
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Bible presses his face against the gun’s telescopic sight. He
makes fine adjustments to the azimuth and elevation wheels of
the cannon. Then stomps the firing pedal...
BIBLE
On the way!
KABOOM! - The gun recoils violently several feet, rocking the
tank. Coon-Ass immediately loads another shell into the
breech - It slams shut - KERCHACK!
EXT. DIRT ROAD - DAY
ON NORMAN - Buffeted by the muzzle blast. He SEES the cannon
shell - a glowing fireball - Arc into the German position.
KABOOM! - A direct hit. The distant target explodes with a
high order detonation - Burning and exploding ammunition
rains down around it.
WARDADDY
Love One-Two for Love-One. Target
destroyed. We should head over
there. Might be more Krauts to bag.
LT. PARKER
Negative, Collier. We’re on a
timetable.
They continue on their way. Leaving the carnage behind them.
Norman watches the greasy column of smoke from the crashed
fighter and the destroyed German gun recede in the distance.
It all happened so fast. His first taste of combat and he
never saw an enemy soldier.
CONTINUED: (2)
22.
EXT. INTERSECTION - DAY
The five tanks turn onto a paved road. It is crowded with
REFUGEES - A long ragged column of German civilians fleeing
the bombings and marauding Russians to the East. OLD MEN,
WOMEN, CHILDREN, once proud faces not dirty and scared.
ON WARDADDY - Warily eying the flood of refugees. There’s a
19th Century carriage being pushed by women. A car is pulled
by horses.
WARDADDY
Okay. Button up. There might be a
wolf hiding in the sheep. Kid, cast
an eyeball on ‘em. Anyone makes a
move you cut them right in half. Do
what you need to do. If people are
in the way, that’s their problem.
You copy?
NORMAN
I copy.
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Gordo and Norman close their hatches. Norman looks at the
machine gun. Hesitant. Gordo reaches over and cocks it for
him - KERCHACK!
GORDO
Gun’s ready. Just pull the trigger.
Every five rounds is a tracer. So
you can see what you’re hitting.
Remember, short bursts. That way
you’ll harvest more meat per
bullet.
Norman REACTS. Looks through his periscope.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - The world as seen through a
rectangular piece of glass. He just sees a tired mass of
people. Pathetic and harmless.
EXT. PAVED ROAD - DAY
The Refugees move aside for the tanks. Among them are a dozen
SOLDIERS - Schoolboy draftees - With no appetite for a fight.
They toss aside their weapons and raise white handkerchiefs.
Wardaddy, from his position high in the turret towers over
them, aims his assault rifle at them.
(CONTINUED)
23.
WARDADDY
(in German)
Keep walking. American lines are
that way. Keep going. Hands up
high. There you go. Move.
Lt. Parker is 50 feet ahead in his tank, he handsignals for
Wardaddy to speed up. The tanks speed past the line of
refugees. Tanks don’t like people near them.
I/E. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Gordo opens his hatch. Norman does the same. Grateful he
didn’t have to shoot anyone. They pass a pretty girl on a
bicycle. She smiles at Norman.
GORDO
There you go, boy. She’ll let you
fuck her for a chocolate bar.
NORMAN
That’s not true.
GORDO
That’s not true? Okay. It’s not
true.
COON-ASS
It’s true. You can liberate her ass
for a D-Ration bar. Or some smokes.
Don’t give her a whole pack. Four
will do it.
BIBLE
Ignore them. Don’t disappoint
Christ. Don’t let them lead you
astray.
WARDADDY
We can kill ‘em but we can’t fuck
‘em. Right? Cuz it’s in the bible.
BIBLE
I’m done trying to convert you
heathens. Mind if I continue
invading Germany?
WARDADDY
You think Jesus loves Hitler?
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
24.
BIBLE
I would assume so. And if Hitler
accepted Jesus in his heart and got
baptized, he’d be saved. Won’t save
him from man’s justice.
WARDADDY
What about your regular issue Nazi
line trooper? He going to heaven?
BIBLE
You’ve been asking these same dumb
questions for three years. You know
where I stand.
COON-ASS
Please save me. Sing me a hymn.
Sing me “The Old Rugged Cross”.
Sing it boy.
Coon-Ass tickles Bible. For all their back and forth, they’re
closer than brothers.
BIBLE
Stop, fool. I’ll shoot you.
WARDADDY
Knock off the horseplay.
(a beat, then)
Boyd, you think Hitler would fuck
one of us for a chocolate bar?
BIBLE
I hope so. I’d give it to him good.
Slide this cannon right up his
backside and punch out a
Supercharge. Send the sonofabitch
straight to Hell.
COON-ASS
That’s awful Christian of you.
EXT. PAVED ROAD - DAY
The 5 tanks steadily approach their objective. Telegraph
poles line the road. From those poles hang four YOUNG BOYS,
about 10 or 11 - Big signs around their necks.
The men in the Fury stare at the dead children. Wardaddy is
face to face with them. He’s up so high.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
25.
BIBLE
What do the signs say?
Wardaddy paraphrases the German scrawls on the signs.
WARDADDY
“I’m a coward and refused to fight
for the German people.”
(sadly)
Kids. They’re just kids.
Then the body of a HOUSEWIFE.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
“I helped traitors to Germany.”
Norman gasps, looking at the bodies. Stunned by the senseless
cruelty.
GORDO
They did that shit in France and
Belgium. Now they’re doing it to
their own people. Let ‘em rip
themselves to pieces.
The tank column continues.
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Norman watches the world go by through his periscope block.
Seeing Germany through the small glass prism...
Norman’s PERISCOPE POV - MOVEMENT in the ditch alongside Lt.
Parker’s tank - An 11 Y.O. HITLER YOUTH aims a Panzerfaust
anti-tank rocket at the Lieutenant’s tank - He’s a scared
child, fear on his face, trembling.
Norman can’t believe what he’s seeing - He hesitates.
EXT. PAVED ROAD - DAY
FWOOSH! - The Hitler Youth fires the rocket. It slams square
into the side of Lt. Parker’s tank...
KABOOM! - A perfect hit on the ammunition storage. The result
is instant and catastrophic as a jet of molten steel ignites
the cannon ammunition...
A column of intense flame erupts from the commander’s hatch
like a giant blow torch. Lt. Parker is immolated like a human
candle.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
26.
WARDADDY aims his assault rifle at the Hitler Youth...
BRDDDDT! - Drops him with a burst. Two more HITLER YOUTH
decide they are done playing soldier and take off running...
BRDDDDT!-BRDDDDT! - Wardaddy smokes the little fuckers too...
The four other tanks spread out into a cover formation...
The burning tank rolls to a stop. The Driver’s hatch opens.
The DRIVER crawls out - Flops on the ground, burning alive,
he pulls his pistol from his shoulder holster...
BAM! - And shoots himself in the head.
Wardaddy and the other three tank commanders scanning for
more Germans. All clear. Into radio...
WARDADDY
Keep an eye out.
Wardaddy climbs out of his hatch. Coon-Ass covers him with a
big .50 Cal machine gun.
Wardaddy approaches the burning tank. AMMUNITION begins to
EXPLODE. It is a total loss. No survivors.
Wait - The BOW GUNNER’S hatch opens. Belching fire and smoke.
The A-DRIVE flails in the open hatch. Roasting alive.
Trapped. Hopeless.
BRDDDDT! - Wardaddy finishes him off. Then, he crosses to the
Hitler Youth in the ditch - He’s still alive. Wardaddy kicks
him. Reloads his rifle.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
(German)
You happy now you little shit? You
should be in school drinking milk.
You didn’t have to fight us you
idiot.
Wardaddy aims his weapon - BRDDT! - Ends the boy’s short
lived war. He returns to the Fury. BANGS on Norman’s hatch
with his gun butt.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Norman, open this goddamn hatch you
cocksucker.
Norman opens the hatch, scared of Wardaddy. Who wouldn’t be?
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
27.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Why did you shoot that shithead
when you had the chance?
NORMAN
It happened so fast. He was just a
kid.
Wardaddy gestures at Lt. Parker’s burning tank.
WARDADDY
See what a kid can do? That’s your
fault. Next fucking German with a
weapon you see, rake the dogshit
out of him. I don’t care if it’s a
baby with a butter knife in one
hand and mama’s left titty in the
other. You chop him up.
Wardaddy walks away leaving Norman destroyed and guilt
wracked. Gordo looks at him, SEES he’s falling apart.
GORDO
Okay, look. That stupid kid did
that not you. I froze up before
too. That’s why I like driving. You
gotta kill Krauts? It’s them or us.
Can you do it?
NORMAN
...I can do it...
GORDO
Okay. Then do it. This makes it
easier.
He offers Norman a bottle of wine. Norman declines. Wardaddy
shouts to Sgt. Davis’ tank.
WARDADDY
Alight, Roy. Guess I’m it. I’ll
lead the column. Let’s get where
we’re going.
SGT. DAVIS
Lead the way.
Wardaddy climbs into the Fury’s turret. Double checks his
map. Into his mic:
WARDADDY
Move out, driver.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
28.
Gordo puts the tank in gear and leads the column forward.
EXT. PAVED ROAD - INTERSECTION - DAY
INFANTRYMEN dig foxholes. Eat chow. Clean weapons. Play
cards. There are several HALF-TRACKS and TRUCKS. Two huge
columns of thick black smoke rise from just over the next
hill. The four tanks approach. An American INFANTRY SERGEANT
flags them down.
WARDADDY
Gordo, stop ‘er here.
(to the Sergeant)
Baker Company?
INFANTRY SERGEANT
Yessir.
WARDADDY
I’m not a sir.
INFANTRY SERGEANT
Where’s your boss?
WARDADDY
Dead.
INFANTRY SERGEANT
Who’s in charge ‘a this column?
WARDADDY
I am.
INFANTRY SERGEANT
I’m talking to the right man. Park
it. Old man’s waiting over there.
EXT. FARMER’S FIELD - COMMAND HALF-TRACK - DAY
The Infantry Sergeant leads Wardaddy to a COMMAND HALF-TRACK
full of radios. A couple RADIOMEN monitor the CHATTER.
IN B.G.: A MORTAR CREW fires rounds at distant German
positions.
INFANTRY SERGEANT
Sir, tankers are here.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER turns toward Wardaddy. This is an Officer he
can respect. Rugged, solid. Big calloused hands. A confident
veteran.
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
29.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER
How many tanks you got?
WARDADDY
Four.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER
I asked for ten. Here’s the deal -
I got a platoon pinned in a sugar
beet field by machine guns. I sent
my tracks in an they got knocked
out. The Boche as a 75 dug in and I
need you to destroy it. They’re not
old men and kids. It’s a regular
Wehrmacht outfit. Help me kill
them. Then we’ll push into town and
kill the rest of the bastards. Main
unit has Time on Target and
aviation priority. So we’re on our
own. I know who you are and I know
you know what you’re doing. Let’s
get it done.
Wardaddy likes this guy. He taps the Captain’s map.
WARDADDY
Seeing as they’re covering this
road. Mind if I come in this way?
Hit their flanks and roll ‘em up.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER
Do what you see fit. Just paste
them hard. They murdered some good
boys today. Why don’t they just
quit?
WARDADDY
Would you?
Point taken. Wardaddy walks away.
EXT. BAKER COMPANY FORWARD LINE - DAY
Minutes later. MEDICS tend to four wounded GIs. Two dead GIs
are laid across the hood of a Jeep. Nearby a couple GUNNERS
in HALF-TRACKS fire bursts from their .50 Cals into the
distant German positions.
Wardaddy’s four tanks are in a row. The tank crews prepare
them for combat. Weapons and ammo are double checked. Track
links are tightened. Norman helps Gordo top off the gas tanks
with the help of a BLACK TRUCK DRIVER.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
30.
GORDO
This is it. We’re gonna see some
action.
NORMAN
I’m scared shitless.
GORDO
You’ll be so fucking busy you won’t
have time to be scared.
TRUCK DRIVER
A hero’s just as scared as a
coward. One quits. One don’t.
GORDO
Don’t give him no hero bullshit.
It’s a job. Everybody does their
job, you win the game. Like a
football team.
TRUCK DRIVER
And the fellow that charges into
danger to save his buddies? What is
he?
GORDO
A moron.
NORMAN
How’s it feel to kill a man? Is it
hard?
TRUCK DRIVER
Ever killed a hog? Butchered a hog?
It’s just like that. Screaming and
all.
GORDO
How would you know? Get in a knife
fight in the whorehouse shitter
back home?
TRUCK DRIVER
They put me on the line in the
Bulge. They don’t want us killing
the white man. Until it’s their
necks. I killed me a whole bunch.
Krauts got real hot when they saw
who was doing it. It was just like
killing hogs.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
31.
NORMAN
I’m from the city. I’ve only seen a
cat get hit by an ice wagon.
GORDO
I’m from the city too. Chicago. And
I seen lots of animals die. Papa
worked in a slaughterhouse cutting
up steers with an electric saw.
Came up from Mexico to work there.
Papa would cut off a piece of meat,
swipe some kidneys or a tongue and
sneak ‘em home. We ate beef every
day. I started me there when I was
fourteen. On the kill line. Hitting
beef cows, old dairy cows,
sometimes horses, between the eyes
with a twelve pound sledgehammer.
Right here.
(taps his forehead)
I’d be head to toe in blood, brains
and snot. Whackin’ beefs all day
until I couldn’t move my arms.
NORMAN
I helped in my dad’s stationary
store. At the register. We sold
sundries. Nothing that bled or
screamed.
GORDO
Too bad. It’s something. The kill
line teaches you something.
NORMAN
That it’s better to be the man with
the hammer?
GORDO
That’s right.
INT. FURY - DAY
Coon-Ass and Wardaddy are alone in the turret. Coon-Ass is
crying. His nerves are getting the best of him.
COON-ASS
Don, I can’t do it. I can’t take
any more. I don’t want to die.
CONTINUED: (2)
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
32.
I feel like I’m going to slide
right out of my skin every time a
goddamn shell goes off. I can’t do
this. I don’t got the nerve.
WARDADDY
You can do it. You get worked up.
Before an action. That’s all.
COON-ASS
This ain’t that. This is something
different.
WARDADDY
No it’s your regular bullshit. You
get the jitters. You bitch some and
then you’re fine. Grady, it’s your
way.
COON-ASS
Lookit the odds. We got four years
of close calls. All the original
boys are gone. Dead or mangled.
We’re it. Me, you and the Mexican.
Out of how many? Some guys have
been replaced four or five times.
Replacement shows up one day. He’s
dead the next. Why not us?
WARDADDY
Sbut up. Shut your mouth. Don’t you
spook that kid any more than he’s
already spooked. We need him.
COON-ASS
Remember that boy from Texas who
was running and got hit by a shell?
Listen to me. Don. Listen to me.
WARDADDY
I remember.
COON-ASS
And his tank got hit by a Tiger and
he bailed out and was running and a
cannon shell hit him square in the
back and he disappeared but his
head flew straight up and landed in
a tree. You remember that?
WARDADDY
I said I remember.
CONTINUED: COON-ASS (CONT'D)
(CONTINUED)
33.
COON-ASS
Every night I dream his head’s in a
tree singing to me. Soft and sweet
like my mama’s songs when I was a
baby. If I close my eyes right now,
I’ll see him.
WARDADDY
Red’s got us all a little sad right
now. Grady. Look at my eyes, I’m
talking. We gotta help this outfit.
Then, you can get shit-yer-pants
drunk and fuck some girls or
something. How’s that sound?
COON-ASS
You gonna drink with me?
WARDADDY
You know I won’t do that. I’m the
foulest meanest damn drunk you can
imagine. I’d stab you in the face
and lick the blade clean.
COON-ASS
Fine. I’ll drink that nice Cognac
we found and roll around with some
Nazi split-tails. I’m an ass man
you know. Wish I had a stick of
butter.
Wardaddy smiles. Coon-Ass is ready to fight.
EXT. BAKER COMPANY FORWARD LINE - DAY
Wardaddy does a final walk around his four tanks. He sees
both man and machine are ready for battle. He turns to the
two waiting INFANTRY SQUADS - About 20 men.
WARDADDY
Let’s kill us some Germans. Mount
up.
The tired dogfaces climb aboard the tanks. Wardaddy climbs
aboard the Fury. Plugs in his helmet.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Start ‘em up and move out.
The tanks start their engines and pull out. Each tank has at
least five soldiers riding on top.
CONTINUED: (2)
34.
EXT. FARMER’S DIRT ROAD - DAY
The four tanks move in a column. Shielded from the enemy by a
small low hill. Fury leads the way - An OLD SERGEANT standing
behind the turret mans the .50 Cal.
WARDADDY
You know what’s waiting for us?
OLD SERGEANT
Yeah, I know.
Wardaddy smiles at the old leathery bastard.
WARDADDY
(into radio)
All tanks this is Wardaddy. Form a
shallow right echelon on me. When
we hit the flat ground spread out
to a hundred yard interval. On my
signal we’ll drop the doughs and
roll up that 75. Everyone copy?
SGT. DAVIS
Love One-Three copies. Wilco.
SGT. PETERSON
One-Four. Roger all.
SGT. BINKOWSKI
This is Five. We got you Daddy.
The column accelerates.
EXT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Wardaddy grinds his teeth in anticipation. The column is now
coming around the low hill...
WARDADDY
All thanks halt!
The tanks stop. To the Old Sergeant...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Get ‘em off.
OLD SERGEANT
You heard the man. Everyone off!
(CONTINUED)
35.
Soldiers spill off the tanks and take a knee. Close to the
front line they stay low and wary. Some of the older salts
immediately start digging foxholes.
WARDADDY
All tanks! Move out! Button up!
The column begins to roll again. Hatches are closed. Only the
TANK COMMANDERS expose their heads.
EXT. BATTLEFIELD
The tanks churn up dirt as they enter the field. Spread out
in the field is a PLATOON OF AMERICAN INFANTRY, laying in
shallow trenches they scraped into the dirt between the
furrows. They are pinned down by German machine guns. Several
are wounded or dead.
WARDADDY
Okay! Fast left! Fast left! Let’s
go! Start squirting them trees and
bushes.
The tanks fire their MACHINE GUNS - Streams of TRACERS from
the four tanks probe at any possible hiding place for German
men and armor. This is called recon by fire...
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Norman stares through his periscope. Trying to make sense of
the world outside the small glass rectangle.
NORMAN
Do I shoot?
GORDO
Yes. Start shooting.
NORMAN
What do I shoot at?
GORDO
Anywhere Nazis might hide.
Norman pulls the trigger. The machine gun jackhammers
violently. Adding to the deafening noise of the developing
battle. Once over the initial shock of firing the weapon, he
smiles, empowered, and hoses every tree and bush in sight.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
36.
GORDO (CONT’D)
Don’t sit on the trigger! You’ll
burn out the barrel!
ON BIBLE - His face pressed against his gunsight. He fires
bursts from the coaxial machine gun using the foot switch.
BIBLE’S GUNSIGHT POV - His tracers rake the distant ditches
and bushes.
SGT. BINKOWSKI
One-Five for Wardaddy. I see a
bunch’ Krauts a hundred yards to my
right.
WARDADDY
That’s our troops. Do not shoot
them.
SGT. BINKOWSKI
Yeah. Okay I copy.
EXT. BEET FIELD - DAY
The Fury and the other three tanks drive abreast through the
field toward a row of hedges and trees...
There are two BURNING HALF-TRACKS - The source of the black
smoke we saw earlier - Jagged holes in their armored sides.
Surrounded by charred men and burning equipment.
BRDDDDDDT! A GERMAN MACHINE GUN whips a long burst into the
Fury. It sounds like an evil chainsaw. Sandbags, cases of
ammo and Jerrycans of water are torn to shreds.
WARDADDY
Goddammit! Bible hit that machine
gun position! Eight hundred! Fire!
KABOOM! The Main gun fires. The cannon round crashes into the
well camouflaged machine gun position.
BOOM! The high explosive round detonates.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Coon-Ass jams a fresh round into the breech - KERCHACK! In
his lap and loose at his feet are more big rounds.
COON-ASS
Clear!
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
37.
Bible fires the instant he hears that. KABOOM! The cannon
slams back in recoil, ejecting the spent shell. Coon-Ass rams
another shell into the breech, punching it in with fist -
KERCHACK! - The breech block slams shut...
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
Clear.
KABOOM! - The gun fires. Recoils and ejects. Coon-Ass
reloads. This veteran crew works like a Swiss watch.
EXT. BEET FIELD
BOOM! The last round nails the gun - Cartwheeling a GERMAN
SOLDIER through the air like a ragdoll.
WARDADDY
Okay! Cease fire. That’s target
destroyed.
Wardaddy sees a tank has turned the wrong way.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Wardaddy for One-Five. Where are
you going? Head North.
SGT. BINKOWSKI
I’m heading North.
WARDADDY
Dammit. Binkowski. No you are not.
Turn right! Turn right! Head for
that stand of trees and check it
out.
SGT. BINKOWSKI
One-Five copies. Wilco.
Wardaddy SEES another of his tanks about to run over American
soldiers.
WARDADDY
Love One-Three! Fox Romeo! Pull
your right brake! You got troops
right in front of you! Get your
head out of your ass!
Love 1-3 swerves at the last second, just avoiding crushing
several men. Wardaddy is already looking for the next problem
to solve. It’s like herding cats.
CONTINUED:
38.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
The tank is now a loud, smoky reverberating metal chamber of
engine noise and gunfire. Norman is getting the hang of it.
Firing the weapon into haystacks. Trees. Anywhere a German
may be hiding. Empty shells cover the floor at his feet...
CLACK! - He runs out of ammunition. He grabs another box of
ammo. Reloads the hot gun.
CRACK!-WHOOSH! - A hidden German cannon fires a high velocity
round that rips right past Wardaddy’s head. It’s a tank
killer and a grave danger...
WARDADDY
Fuck! Where’s that gun! Who sees
it? Who sees the gun shooting us?
SGT. PETERSON
One-Four for Wardaddy. It’s ours. I
think that’s a howitzer from the
company area.
WARDADDY
Bullshit! It’s not ours. It’s a
Kraut high velocity gun. I can hear
it whistling. Where the fuck is
it?!
CRACK-WHOOSH-KTANG! The hidden German cannon fires again,
hitting Love One-Four. Fortunately, the round glances off and
careens into the sky.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Believe me now?!
SGT. PETERSON
Anti-tank! Right front! Right
front! Nine hundred!
Love 1-4 fires its main gun at the hidden German cannon...
KABOOM! VREEE! The tank round falls short, hit the ground and
ricochets sharply. All four tanks begin to fire at the
cannon’s position.
KABOOM-KABOOM-KABOOM! Round after round detonates in quick
succession. Stripping the stand of trees bare. Splintering
their trunks.
KAWOOP! Success! The cannon position detonates with a greasy
black explosion - THEN...
(CONTINUED)
39.
CRACK-WHOOSH! A second 75mm Anti-tank gun opens fire!
KTANG! Love 1-4 is hit again. The German cannon round makes a
massive burst of sparks and ricochets away.
SGT. PETERSON (CONT’D)
I’m hit. Pulling back!
WARDADDY
There’s another gun! Who sees it?
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Norman fires his machine gun at a more distant group of
trees.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - His stream of tracers cuts into a
group of trees and suddenly deflects upward - From the
camouflaged German ARMOR PLATE hidden there...
NORMAN
There’s something there! At, uh,
ten O'clock.
INT. BEET FIELD
Wardaddy SEES the stream of deflected tracer fire.
WARDADDY
Got him! Anti-tank! Left front! One
two hundred. HE. Superquick. Gordo,
head right at him. Gunner! Traverse
left! Steady... On it! Fire!
KABOOM! The Fury’s main gun fires - BOOM! - The shell crashes
into the cannon position, igniting its stock of ammo.
KABOOM! A massive secondary explosion obliterates the 75mm
tank gun.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Target destroyed! Okay, One-Four
you’re too damn close to me.
Maintain your interval. All tanks,
move forward. Let’s go. Let’s clean
it up.
The four tanks straighten up their line and drive for the
German positions. They near twenty foxholes, each with two
GERMAN SOLDIERS inside.
CONTINUED:
40.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Norman loading a fresh belt of ammo...
GORDO’S PERISCOPE POV - A GERMAN SOLDIER stands up and aims a
Panzerfaust at the Fury.
GORDO
Get him! Kill him!
Norman finishes loading the belt. COCKS the gun. Looks
through his periscope.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - BRDDDDT! Bible shreds the German
Soldier with the coaxial machine gun.
Beating Norman to the punch. Gordo glares at Norman.
GORDO (CONT’D)
Do your job. Do what you’re here
for. Do it now.
NORMAN
I was loading the gun.
Norman grits his teeth and begins firing. Moving the gun from
side to side. Utterly lacking in finesse.
EXT. BEET FIELD - GERMAN FOXHOLES - DAY
The four tanks hose down the foxholes with their machine
guns. Several Germans jump up and wave white handkerchiefs in
surrender. They are shot down.
Wardaddy SEES a machine gun position - Three GERMANS cower
behind their dug-in heavy machine gun.
WARDADDY
Machine gun, twelve o’clock. Gordo!
Run them bastards over!
Gordo guns the engine. The Fury lurches forward. The three
Germans try to flee from their foxhole.
It is too late - Two of them are crushed. The third man
cringes at the bottom of the deep hole. Gordo stops over him.
Works the steering levers back and forth...
The tank turns from side to side, grinding apart the German
position, burying the last man alive. The four tanks continue
firing their machine guns into the foxholes. Chewing apart
the huddle GERMAN SOLDIERS.
41.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Gordo turns to Norman.
GORDO
Squirt them Krauts there. On yer
left. See ‘em?
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - There is a cluster of dead German
Soldiers, cut down when they tried to run for it.
NORMAN
The dead bodies? They’re already
dead.
GORDO
You a doctor? How you know they’re
dead? Hit ‘em. So they can’t jump
up and shoot us in the ass.
Norman looking at Gordo. He just can’t do it. Gordo shakes
his head in frustration. And turns the tank toward the bodies
and runs them over.
Norman begins to cry. Not simply a tear down the cheek but a
roar of anguish, good honest pain...
NORMAN
I can’t be here. I can’t be here.
WARDADDY
Turn your goddamn intercom off it
you’re gonna ball like that!
EXT. BEET FIELD - GERMAN FOXHOLES
The Fury turns side to side grinding dead Germans into the
mud. Wardaddy gets on to the big .50 Cal machine gun...
RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT! He fires into the foxholes, chewing up
dirt, men, and equipment.
Soon the German dead have all been adequately “double tapped”
by the four tanks. An everyday procedure. The firing
slackens. And stops. Just the occasional burst from a tank’s
BOW or COAX MACHINE GUN.
WARDADDY
All tanks. Let’s hold here. One-
Four. You better take care of that
fire.
(CONTINUED)
42.
The packs on Love 1-4 are still burning. Wardaddy looks
behind them and SEES the pinned Platoon from Baker Company
rise to their feet. These are the men the tanks have just
rescued. There is no celebration. No back slapping.
The Infantry Soldiers know that only more hard fighting
awaits them. The men they dropped off have moved up. The two
platoons of soldiers inspect the Kraut foxholes...
A couple CREWMAN in Love 1-4 douse their burning packs with
fire extinguishers. Then cut them off.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Wardaddy for Love-Four and Five.
Pull up there fifty yards and cover
that road.
SGT. PETERSON (V.O.)
Love one-four wilco.
WARDADDY
Love One-Six for Baker Six. We
cleared out the machine guns and
the anti-tank. You’re fine to roll
up your vehicles.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER (V.O.)
Baker Six copies. We’re gonna catch
up and then we’ll push into town.
WARDADDY
Love One-Six copies.
Wardaddy slides out of the turret. Encounters the Old
Sergeant waving his men forward...
OLD SERGEANT
First Platoon get up here and get
this trash policed up! Second
Platoon pass through and dig in
along that ditch. I want an outpost
on that hill.
The Old Sergeant gives Wardaddy a grateful nod.
The 1st Platoon Soldiers search the dead. Taking watches and
rings. Anything of value. 2nd Platoon (the soldiers that
Wardaddy just rescued) stand and move forward to establish a
new defensive line. Some don’t get up. The MEDICS search for
injured among the dead.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
43.
POW! A Soldier finishes off a wounded German - The German’s
body is missing from the waist down. Wardaddy bangs on
Norman’s hatch. Norman opens it with trepidation.
WARDADDY
I had the best Assistant Driver in
the entire Ninth Army in that seat.
Now I got you. I promised my crew a
long time ago I’d keep them alive.
You’re getting in the way of that.
It ain’t like the newsreels up
front.
NORMAN
I’m sorry. Okay? I’m trained to
type 60 words a minute, not machine
gun dead bodies. I’m trying my
best. Maybe you’ve never been
scared, but I’m so damn scared I
can’t breathe. I got three hours in
a tank. Three. How many do you got?
Backtalk?! From this peachfuzzy teenager? Wardaddy is
incredulous.
REDNECK SOLDIER
Hey lookit here we got a live one.
Get the fuck outta there boy.
A feral, dirt-shiny REDNECK SOLDIER drags a middle-aged
GERMAN CORPORAL out of a foxhole. The man is terrified.
Trembling. He’s the last German alive - now surrounded by
dozens of pissed off American troops. Dark unshaven faces.
Eyes burning with fever and exhaustion.
The Old Sergeant makes a throat cutting motion. The Platoon
Soldier is about to shoot the German Corporal...
WARDADDY
Hang on.
Wardaddy yanks Norman out of his hatch. Holds him by the
neck, he frogmarches him over to the German Corporal. Who has
pictures of his wife and kids in his hand.
GERMAN CORPORAL
Meine kinder! Meine frau!
WARDADDY
Halt die Fresse!
Wardaddy slaps the pictures from the man’s hands. He pulls
the .45 From his shoulder holster and hands it to Norman.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
44.
Wardaddy spins the prisoner and kicks him to the dirt. Norman
looking at the big pistol.
Bible watching this unfold from the Fury’s turret. Gordo
watches from the driver’s hatch. Coon-Ass stops tossing out
fired cannon shells to watch too.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
You’re no goddamned good to me if
you can’t kill Krauts. Put a big
fat hole in his back.
Some of the Platoon soldiers pause and watch the show. Others
drift away and continue searching dead Germans. There is
simply no way Norman can shoot this sobbing father in the
back. He looks at Wardaddy with defiance.
NORMAN
No. I’m not doing it.
WARDADDY
Why the hell not?
NORMAN
It’s not right.
He hands the pistol back. Wardaddy looks like he’s going to
hit Norman with it. Instead he holsters it. And walks away.
Then Wardaddy pauses. Thinks to himself: “Fuck this, I’ll win
this round.” He strides back over to Norman. Grabs him by the
throat and shoves him to his knees. He holds his .45 To
Norman’s head.
WARDADDY
We ain’t here for right and wrong.
We’re here to kill these people.
Platoon Soldiers gather to watch - this is getting
interesting. Wardaddy cocks the hammer.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
You or him. Your pick. You or him.
NORMAN
Do it. Kill me.
Norman has called his bluff. Enraged, Wardaddy forces the gun
into Norman’s - then wrestles the pistol against the back of
the German Corporal’s neck, who is falling apart sobbing.
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
45.
GERMAN CORPORAL
Nicht shiesen! Bitte! Nich
shiessen!
Wardaddy crams Norman’s finger onto the trigger guard and
mashes it against the trigger.
BAM! The pistol fires. Into the German’s brain stem. Killing
him instantly. Norman sags in defeated horror. Wardaddy
holsters his pistol and walks away. Leaving Norman on his
knees in the mud.
A HUGE DIRTY SOLDIER steps in and rolls the dead German
Corporal over - He takes his watch and wedding ring. Bible
walks over to Norman. He helps the kid up.
BIBLE
C’mon.
Leads back to the Fury. Where Coon-Ass hands Norman a hot cup
of coffee. Norman accepts it gratefully. Wardaddy is by
himself smoking a cigarette, maybe feeling a little guilty.
NORMAN
That was a shit show. Was that
supposed to make a man out of me?
My conscience is clean. I’m keeping
it that way.
The Fury crews trade looks. They’ve all been there. Gordo
puts a brotherly arm around Norman.
GORDO
Don’s crazy as a shithouse rat. But
he’s solid. We’ve been together
since before Africa. I won’t fight
with nobody else.
NORMAN
He’s the biggest asshole I ever
met, and I’ve met a couple.
BIBLE
Ain’t no crew stayed together like
we have. And it’s because of him.
Look, you did alright. You spotted
that 75 when no one else did.
A kind word. Norman needed it. The crew is starting to accept
him.
CONTINUED: (4)
(CONTINUED)
46.
COON-ASS
First time we got shot at in North
Africa, Don shit his drawers. Stunk
the tank up real good.
Norman looks at Wardaddy. Unable to imagine him ever afraid.
EXT. ROAD INTO TOWN - DAY
Wardaddy’s four tanks lead the men and vehicles of Baker
Company to their next objective. Infantry Soldiers ride on
the tanks, ten or more on each. They are followed by several
HALF-TRACKS.
Norman’s hatch is open. He looks across at Gordo - who gives
him a reassuring nod.
UP IN THE SKY - Flying at 30,000 feet is a massive formation
of nearly a 1000 B-17 bombers! A white band of contrails
covers the sky. The formation is several miles long. An
astounding vision. Around the bomber formation are the
corkscrewing contrails of fighters engaged in dogfights.
Norman watching this entranced. The other tankers and
soldiers are enthralled by the spectacle. Wardaddy watches
the bombers with admiration...
WARDADDY
There you go, boys. Keep pounding
them.
There is a bright flash and a bomber falls out of the sky.
The tankers and soldiers watch the distant bomber spin slowly
towards the ground like a giant falling maple seed.
The column of men and machines continues up the road. They
pass two mangled German Army Horse-drawn Wagons. Shattered by
fighter plane rockets, a twisted tangle of dead German
soldiers and horses. An OLD WOMAN is hacking off hunks of
horseflesh. She glares at the Americans with pure hate.
GORDO
There you go, kid. She’s sure as
shit fuck you for a chocolate bar.
Norman looking at Gordo. Scandalized by that. Then, he cracks
a smile at the sheer absurdity - Norman is starting to become
a frontline soldier.
CONTINUED: (5)
47.
EXT. OUTSIDE A GERMAN TOWN - DAY
The column has halted. The four tanks are spread out abreast.
The Infantry Soldiers have dismounted from the tanks and take
shelter behind them.
Wardaddy scans the town with German binoculars. His jaw
muscles ripple as he grinds his teeth.
WHAT HE SEES - A typical small North German village. Houses
and shops clustered around a couple intersections. He gets on
the company net...
WARDADDY
Baker Six from Love One-Six. I
don’t see white sheets. And
nobody’s out. I think we’re looking
at a fight. Over.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER (V.O.)
Baker Six copies. Higher wants this
place secured by fifteen hundred
German O’clock. Go ahead and get in
there. Mortar section’s standing
by. They’re all we got so don’t get
in trouble.
WARDADDY
Baker Six from Love One-Six. Wilco.
Commencing assault from LOD now.
Over.
Wardaddy grabs the mike for the Platoon net.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
All tank. Listen up, we’re going
in. Move out. And let’s button up
until we know what’s in there. Love
One-Three, take the right, outside
that line of buildings. One Four,
you take the left, I’ll take point
on the wedge. Binkowski, you’re on
me. Stay twenty yards off my ass.
The four tanks move forward toward the town. Love 1-3 and
Love 1-4 leave the road and split off around either side of
the village. The tanks move slow - so the Platoon Soldiers on
foot can keep up.
48.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - DAY
The Fury enters the sleepy rural village. Nobody is in sight.
Except for a bent OLD MAN in a doorway.
WARDADDY
(German)
Grandpa. Where are the German
soldiers?
The Old Man points at a HOTEL down the road.
POW! A single rifle shot his the Old Man, dropping him
instantly. Wardaddy grabs the hands of his .50 Cal and lets
it rip on the Hotel building.
RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT! Thumbsized armor piercing bullets
smash into the Hotel. Blasting off chunks of masonry.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Bible, follow my burst. Throw a
round of HE into that open second
story window.
BIBLE
On the way -
KABOOM! The cannon fire, the round impacts the building.
BOOM! The round EXPLODES dropping most of the second story
facade - exposing 6 GERMAN SOLDIERS, stunned by the blast.
POW-POW-POW-POW-POW! The Platoon Soldiers crouched behind the
Fury eagerly light them up with their rifles.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Norman’s face is pressed against his periscope.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - A GERMAN SOLDIER runs right in front
of the tank. Without thinking Norman opens fire.
BRDDDDDDDT! Dropping the German to the street. His rifle
CLATTERS across the cobblestones.
Norman realizes what he did. He leans back and takes a deep
breath. Gordo pats his shoulder.
GORDO
That’s all it is. Keep going.
(CONTINUED)
49.
WARDADDY
Good one, kid. Keep stacking ‘em
up.
Norman wipes the sweat from his brow. Settles in behind the
periscope. Hunting for more targets.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN
Platoon Soldiers take cover in doorways. Staying close to
walls. They kick in doors and methodically clear each
building. The Fury and Love 1-5 slowly advance. Wardaddy is
two stories high in his turret...
ON HIS LEFT - A GERMAN SOLDIER in a second story window aims
a submachine gun at him...
Wardaddy - Almost face to face with the German - Grabs his
assault rifle and aims.
BRDDT - Killing the soldier.
Wardaddy scans the upper stories around him for more threats.
BRDDDDT! A German heavy machine gun opens up. It is cleverly
dug into a cellar in the base of a building. Its chainsaw
roar echoes off the buildings. Its deadly tracers rake the
street...
Two Platoon Soldiers are hit and drop - The Machine gun is
too close to the Fury for the tank to get a good shot.
WARDADDY
Binkowski, see that Kraut stinger
in the cellar there? Mind giving
him what for?
SGT. BINKOWSKI
Sure, Daddy. I’ll slap him around.
You better button up.
Wardaddy gets inside the turret. Closes his hatch.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Wardaddy watches through his periscope...
KAPOW! 1-5 fires a High Explosive shell right next to Fury...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
50.
BOOM! The shell blasts a hole in the building’s exterior
wall. Silencing the machine gun. Falling brickwork lands on
the Fury...
EXT. GERMAN TOWN
Wardaddy opens his hatch, bricks cover the tank. A German
Soldier staggers out of the exposed building. Bleeding from
the ears and disorientated...
Wardaddy pulls his .45 And takes careful aim - POP! Drops him
with one shot - Then out of nowhere:
BOOM-KTANG! A German anti-tank shell glances off the turret
with a SHOWER OF SPARKS and smashes into the building.
Wardaddy is stunned by the close call. Wiping his eyes,
choking on brick dust...
NEW ANGLE - A Small German antitank gun is hidden inside a
tailor shop. The crew frantically reloading.
WARDADDY
Antitank! Left! Fox Love!
Phosphorous! Five zero! Fire when
ready!
INT. FURY (MOVING)
We see the amazing skill of an experienced tank crew. Coon-
Ass unloads the High Explosive shell in the breech and shoves
in a SMOKE ROUND - Bible traverses the turret on the target.
Gordo works the steering levers bringing the thick armor of
the tank’s front to face the enemy gun...
Norman joins in - Firing a long burst into the Tailor shop.
His tracer rounds bouncing off the guns armor shield...
EXT. GERMAN TOWN
The Fury and her turret spin quickly - Lining up on the
tailor shop.
KABOOM-POW! - The white phosphorous shell detonates inside.
Explodes with a white burst of noxious smoke - Spraying
burning phosphorous everywhere...
The four man GUN CREW flees into the street. Trailing white
smoke - Phosphorous burning deep into their flesh.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
51.
BRDDDDDDDDT! Norman mows them all down. All four men. Ending
their misery.
CLOSE ON NORMAN’S PERISCOPE - We can see his eyes through the
glass prism.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Norman gawks through the periscope at their smoking corpses.
It sinks in what he’s done. He doesn’t like it.
WARDADDY
Gunner, put an HE in there. Smash
that gun.
KABOOM-BOOM! The Fury fires a High Explosive shell into the
tailor shop. Not taking any chances. The Fury continues
forward. Its steel tracks CLANKING on the cobblestones of the
tiny farming village. Love 1-5 follows close behind FIRING
BURST OF TRACERS into upper story windows.
The Platoon Soldiers filter through the buildings behind
them. Checking for enemy soldiers. Small teams of soldiers
leapfrogging up the street. All business. Unhurried and
cautious.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE - DAY
The Fury and Love 1-5 enter the square and spread out. Each
covering their respective sides. A door opens...
Wardaddy swings his .50 Cal on an older man waving a white
pillowcase - He’s the town BURGERMEISTER. White sheets
suddenly appear from several windows. The Burgermeister
cautiously approaches the Fury.
BURGERMEISTER
(in German)
Please. Stop shooting. The
remaining soldiers wish to
surrender. I am trying to save my
village. The people have suffered
so much.
WARDADDY
(in German)
Thank your buddy Hitler for that.
Where are the German soldiers? How
many are there and what weapons do
they have?
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
52.
BURGERMEISTER
(in German)
They are in the bank. There are
thirty. They are not soldiers. They
are children. The SS made them
fight.
He points at a DEAD TEENAGER hanging from a lamppost with
another of those damn signs “I am a coward”.
WARDADDY
(in German)
You tell them to come out with
their hands held high and empty.
(in Radio)
All tanks, hold your fire until I
say so. I got the mayor here and I
think they’re surrendering.
Binkowski load an HE and get ready
to put it in that bank if these
people want to test us.
Wardaddy nods for the Burgermeister to go ahead. He crosses
to the bank, under dozens of watchful American weapons.
Wardaddy scanning the area for threats. It’s tense.
The Burgermeister SHOUTS for the soldiers to come out.
AT THE BANK - The front doors open. A line of dejected kids
emerges in eclectic uniforms. BOYS and GIRLS. Their hands
held high, faces scared.
The Platoon Soldiers surge forward and search them. Among
them is an SS OFFICER, his arm in a sling. Wardaddy points
him out to the Burgermeister.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
(in German)
Is he the man who has been hanging
the children?
The Burgermeister looks nervous - The SS Officer is glaring
right at him. Nevertheless, the Burgermeister nods: Yes.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Hey! Shoot that guy! Yeah, him. The
SS cocksucker with the busted wing.
Without hesitation, a young SKINNY SOLDIER pulls the SS
Officer from the line, aims his Tommy gun at him and...
BRDDDDDT! Stitches the hardened Nazi from crotch to throat.
The Burgermeister gives Wardaddy a grateful nod.
CONTINUED:
53.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE
LATER - The Company vehicles have joined the tanks. With the
day’s work over for them. Baker Company’s SOLDIERS swarm over
the town, searching houses, collecting weapons.
SOLDIERS stack the dead Germans. MEDICS treat the wounded. A
SOLDIER drags a mattress down the street. Another sits in a
big stuffed chair on the sidewalk smoking a cigar.
OLD SERGEANT
Dig in! We’re gonna be here a
while!
Bible scoops helmet-fulls of empty machine gun brass out of
the turret. Gordo sleeps under the tank. Coon-Ass boils water
in his helmet over a fire made of broken chair legs.
Norman stands outside the Fury trying to comprehend what he
has seen. Wardaddy approaches him. Offers his hand. Norman
shakes. Wary of this volatile veteran.
WARDADDY
It wasn’t nothing right?
NORMAN
Come again, Sergeant?
WARDADDY
Rubbing out them Heinies. You
splashed ‘em real good. Wasn’t
nothing right?
Norman looks at Wardaddy - realizes he NEEDS Norman to agree
with him - To agree it’s nothing to kill people. As if Norman
can give Wardaddy absolution for all the men he’s killed.
Norman lies and tells him what he wants to hear.
NORMAN
Sure, Sergeant. It wasn’t nothing.
In fact, I kinda liked it.
Norman is a bad liar. Wardaddy thinks for a moment. Then:
WARDADDY
I want you to see something.
Wardaddy leads Norman down the street - to the front door of
the local NAZI PARTY HEADQUARTERS.
54.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - NAZI HEADQUARTERS - DAY
Wardaddy pushes the door open. He and Norman gaze upon a
shocking sight...
WHAT THEY SEE - There are several dead men and women. The men
wear Nazi Party Uniforms, middle-aged fat bureaucrats. The
women wear party dresses. Presumably their wives. Empty booze
bottles everywhere. Several of the men hold pistols.
WARDADDY
They knew we were coming. So they
got drunk as Lords and shot
themselves at sun up.
A beat as Norman stares at this man tableau...
NORMAN
Why are you showing me this?
WARDADDY
You know why.
Wardaddy walks away. Norman follows.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE
Wardaddy and Norman head down the street. Two GIs pass them
clutching wine bottles - both wear top hats and sunglasses.
WARDADDY
Keep doing what I say. You do that
and you’ll get through this thing.
CRASH! - SOLDIERS searching a building heave a dumpster out
the window. It bursts open on the cobblestone street.
Wardaddy SEES a face in the window on the upper floor of a
nearby apartment building. He quickly heads for it.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
C’mon.
NORMAN
What’d you see?
WARDADDY
Krauts.
Wardaddy grabs Norman’s greasegun - cocks it and hands it
back. He takes the safety off his assault rifle and boots the
front door.
55.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
Wardaddy quickly charges up the stairs...
Norman follows. They reach an apartment door on the top
story. Wardaddy POUNDS it with the stock of his assault
rifle. A WOMAN opens the door - Her name is IRMA - The fear
on her face is plain as day.
WARDADDY
(in German)
Who’s in here?
IRMA
(in German)
Just me.
WARDADDY
Bullshit.
Wardaddy forces his way inside.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - WOMAN’S APARTMENT - DAY
It has surprisingly modern furniture and decor. Wardaddy
quickly searches the place. Norman follows his around like a
puppy. Wardaddy checks closets. Cupboards. Anywhere a human
being can hide. He enters a bedroom and looks under the bed -
SOMEONE is hiding underneath.
WARDADDY
(in German)
Get out of there. Right now. Hurry
up.
Norman watches a gorgeous young lady slide out from under the
bed. This is EMMA - she’s 18 - Norman’s age. Wardaddy helps
her up. Norman is transfixed by her.
Wardaddy drags Emma from the bedroom by her wrist. Wardaddy
turns to Norman.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Close the door and lock it!
Norman freezes - Things are going to a bad place.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Lock the fucking door!
Norman complies. Slowly closing and locking the front door.
Irma is just sick with fear.
(CONTINUED)
56.
IRMA
(in German)
Please, leave her alone.
WARDADDY
(in German)
You said nobody was in here. You
could have gotten her killed.
IRMA
She’s my cousin. I’m sorry. Please.
I was afraid of --
WARDADDY
-- I know what you were afraid of.
Wardaddy pushes Emma onto the couch. Then sits down in a
chair. He takes off his helmet. Leans his rifle against the
wall. Suddenly looking very tired. He looks at Irma.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Get me some hot water. For shaving.
(to Norman)
Sit the fuck down. Put the gun
away. You make me nervous.
Norman stiffly sits on the couch with Emma. It’s awkward.
Like a bad blind date.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
What’s your name young lady?
EMMA
(in German)
Emma.
WARDADDY
Emma, you know how to cook?
The girl nods: yes. Wardaddy reaches in his musette bag. Digs
out a soap dish. He opens it and carefully unwraps four eggs -
Precious rare eggs.
Then he takes out a can of coffee. And a can of bacon. He
offers the rare treasures to Emma. Her eyes light up and she
joyfully accepts them. As a bonus Wardaddy gives her two
packs of smokes. She happily joins Irma in the kitchen.
Norman relaxes. Wardaddy isn’t here to rape and kill them.
Norman takes off his helmet. And takes off his jacket.
CONTINUED:
57.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - WOMAN’S APARTMENT
In the kitchen - Irma savouring an American cigarette as she
cooks bacon and eggs. She sips from her cup of fresh coffee.
The first in years.
Norman is asleep on the couch. Wardaddy stands before a pot
of steaming hot water. He has peeled off his jacket, overalls
and shirt - Hideous burn scars cover his back.
Emma crosses to Norman and gently wakes him, offers him a
steaming cup of coffee. Norman smiles at her. He likes her.
She smiles back. She likes him. She sits next to him. Thigh
to thigh.
Norman SEES Wardaddy’s burns and REACTS - Embarrassed by
them, Wardaddy puts his shirt back on.
Emma holds Norman’s hand. Then tries to pull him off the
couch. Norman realizes where this is going. And blushes. He
shakes his head: no.
Wardaddy slides a fresh blade in his safety razor.
WARDADDY
She’s a good clean girl. You don’t
take her in that bedroom, I will.
Emma intuits what Wardaddy has said and clings to Norman’s
arm.
Norman looks at Wardaddy. At the girl. Wardaddy doesn’t
really want her. But Norman doesn’t know that. Norman makes
his decision. He leads Emma into the bedroom. She shuts the
door behind them.
Wardaddy smiles. Like a proud big brother. He works up a good
lather with his shaving brush.
NEW ANGLE - Irma steps out of the kitchen, arms crossed, with
a disapproving look.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
(in German)
They’re young. And they’re alive.
He carefully scrapes off the dirt and whiskers with the sharp
razor. Irma stands there smoking, watching him shave. It’s
nice having a man in the house.
IRMA
You speak good German.
(CONTINUED)
58.
WARDADDY
I know.
He’s not interested in her. She was hoping he was. She
returns to the kitchen.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE
Coon-Ass has been waiting impatiently outside the Fury.
Finally Gordo exits the tank turret, buttoning his trousers
with a satisfied look.
GORDO
Batter up.
Coon-Ass climbs into the tank. Bible looks on disapprovingly.
BIBLE
I hope you get scabies.
COON-ASS
Burnt motor oil kills the little
fuckers right off. I’ll save a
slice for you. You need to get your
dick wet, sky pilot.
Gordo grabs a wine bottle. Takes a swig.
GORDO
Where’s Wardaddy? Daddy? Where you
hiding? Don’t leave your family on
the street? Daddy??
Bible nods toward the Apartment building.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - WOMAN’S APARTMENT
IN THE BEDROOM - Norman has her hand in his, he’s reading her
palm.
NORMAN
This is the ring of Solomon. You
help people. And understand them.
It’s really rare. See mine? I got
it too.
He shows her his hand. Then continues her reading...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
59.
NORMAN (CONT’D)
This is your heart line. You’re
going to have one great love in
your life. My grandma taught me how
to do this. People came from all
over to see her. Okay, this is your
life line...
Norman pauses. Looks at her. It’s not good news.
She sees the change in him. Decides to lighten the mood. Emma
peels top off. Norman’s eyes lock on her breasts. She’s proud
of them, as she should be. With the ice broken, Norman makes
his move and kisses her. She takes his pants off. He’s shy.
She likes that.
EMMA
(in German)
Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to
hurt you.
NORMAN
I don’t know what you’re saying.
Emma shushes him with a finger. She rolls him on his back and
mounts him.
INT. FURY - DAY
MINUTES LATER - Coon-Ass is screwing the very plump TOWN
WHORE. Pig fucking is a better description. Pure mindless
carnality. How did she fit in the tank?
INT. GERMAN TOWN - WOMAN’S APARTMENT
Irma singing in German as she works in the kitchen. Norman
exits the bedroom. Looking flushed and content. Wardaddy, now
cleaned up, is a different man. Norman sits on the couch.
Gathering his thoughts.
WARDADDY
You don’t need to say nothing.
They sit there in silence. Wardaddy sipping his coffee. Emma
exits the bedroom. Glowing. She joins Irma in the kitchen who
quietly scolds her.
BANGING at the door. Wardaddy nods for Norman to get it. The
woman peer around the corner, frightened.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
60.
Norman opens the door - It’s Coon-Ass, Gordo and Bible. The
three men enter. Take off their helmets. Set down their
weapons. Coon-Ass and Gordo are drunk.
COON-ASS
Boy, it’s time for you to act the
man. We got you fixed up good. A
special gal’s down there waiting
for you.
WARDADDY
You’re too late.
Emma brings the new arrivals glasses of beer. Coon-Ass drools
over the beautiful young woman. She returns quickly to the
kitchen.
COON-ASS
Bless you heart, boy. You took that
pretty thing for a roll?
Norman won’t answer him. And that’s answer enough.
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
We’re a team, right? Eat, shit,
kill, fuck together. Right?
GORDO
That’s right. Pass the plate,
Norman. Make a donation to the
cause.
WARDADDY
Y’all touch her and I’m kicking
your teeth down your throats.
Coon-Ass smiles. Rubs Wardaddy’s smooth face.
COON-ASS
You’re so pretty, can I fuck you?
WARDADDY
Have at it. There’s a jar of grease
in the kitchen.
COON-ASS
Sissy bastard.
Coon-Ass regards a photograph on the wall. A young man in
Army uniform. He takes it down, dismayed.
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
Who’s the goddamn Nazi?
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
61.
Coon-Ass charges into the kitchen with it - Indignantly waves
the picture at Irma...
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
Who’s the fucking Nazi, lady?
IRMA
(in German)
My husband. He died in Russia.
Wardaddy appears behind Coon-Ass and takes the photo from
him. He gently hands it to Irma.
WARDADDY
(in German)
I’m sorry for your loss.
Norman is touched by this respectful side of Wardaddy. Coon-
Ass sits down. Pulls a bottle from his jacket and takes a
swig. Coon-Ass hands it to Norman. And stares at him with
angry, bloodshot eyes...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
You best take a bite.
Norman hesitates, then takes a swig. Winces from the burn.
NORMAN
Sure that’s not gasoline?
COON-ASS
Pure white lightening. Some of the
Georgia boys cooked it up.
Suddenly there’s a WOMAN’S SCREAM followed by a GUNSHOT from
outside. Emma and Irma trade scared looks.
Norman gets up and looks out the window...
WHAT NORMAN SEES - A DRUNK SOLDIER exits the bank with an arm
load of Reichsmarks and tosses them in the air.
WARDADDY
Get back from that window. Before
those drunk ass fools kill the hell
out of you.
Norman carefully backs away.
CONTINUED: (2)
62.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - WOMAN’S APARTMENT - DAY (LATER)
Norman, Wardaddy, Coon-Ass, and Bible sit at the table eating
bacon and eggs. Emma toast thin slices of black bread. Irma
pours the men little glasses of Schnapps. She sets a glass in
front of Wardaddy. He pushes it away with his finger.
WARDADDY
(in German)
No thank you.
GORDO
You like horses?
NORMAN
I told you, I’m a city kid.
GORDO
Don likes horses. Right, Don?
WARDADDY
I’m eating. We’re eating.
GORDO
In France we hit the beach right
after D-Day and fought through all
those fucking hedgerows. We finally
broke out into open country. And
bypassed all these Kraut divisions.
We linked up the Canadians and
British and trapped an entire Kraut
Army pulling back to Germany. We
fucked them up. With planes and
artillery. Dead Krauts and horses
and busted up tanks and cars for
miles. Miles. Your eyes see it but
your head can’t make no sense of
it. We go in there. And for three
whole days we shot wounded horses.
All day long. Sun up to sundown.
Putting down horses. Hot summer
days. Ain’t smelled nothing like
it. The sound of it. Those fucking
horses screaming. Black clouds of
flies buzzing. Like being in a
giant bee hive.
Norman’s eyes bug. He’s lost his appetite.
WARDADDY
That’s really a fine story.
Pleasant meal time talk. Thank you.
(CONTINUED)
63.
COON-ASS
It’s what happened. And what
happened, happened. And what’s
gonna happen is gonna happen. And
playing house with a couple bitch
Krauts won’t change much, will it?
WARDADDY
Shut the fuck up.
COON-ASS
The seventh seal’s broken, buddy.
You can’t put the shit back in the
horse.
Wardaddy pulls his .45 And SLAMS it on the table. Coon-Ass
backs down. A painfully tense silence follows. Wardaddy’s
fork scrapes against his plate as he shovels eggs and bacon
into his mouth. Finally he looks at Norman. Smiles warmly.
WARDADDY
Your mama a good cook?
NORMAN
She’s a really good cook.
WARDADDY
How’s her fried chicken?
NORMAN
She doesn’t fry chicken. She roast
it with stuffing. Or makes chicken
and dumplings. That’s my favorite.
She bakes too. Pies and cakes and --
A KNOCK at the door. Norman gets up and answers. It’s the
COMPANY MESSENGER.
COMPANY MESSENGER
Where’s Love One-Six?
WARDADDY
Right here.
COMPANY MESSENGER
Old man wants you.
WARDADDY
How come?
COMPANY MESSENGER
You got a mission.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
64.
The men look at each other. Their short respite is over.
Wardaddy finishes his coffee. Pushes his chair back and
stands. His men stand too.
WARDADDY
(in German)
If you’ll excuse us, please.
(to the guys)
Let’s go.
He crosses, grabs his helmet and weapon.
IRMA
(in German)
Where are you going?
WARDADDY
To take the next town. And the next
one. And the next one. Until you
people quit.
IRMA
What’s going to happen to us?
WARDADDY
I don’t know.
Irma stands stoically. Hands folded in front of her. Lips
pursed. Norman grabs his greasegun. Slips on his helmet. It’s
hateful to leave. Just hateful. Emma runs to him and holds on
to him for dear life. Coon-Ass grabs the boy by the scruff
and drags him away.
COON-ASS
There’s a lot more of them.
To the Company Messenger, on his way out - RE: the women...
WARDADDY
Make sure none of the boys give
them a hard time.
INT. GERMAN TOWN - COMPANY COMMAND POST - DAY
Inside a nice house with antiques and Persian rugs. Captain
Waggoner goes over a map with Wardaddy.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER
Grasshopper spotted a troop
concentration moving west.
CONTINUED: (2)
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
65.
Higher wants your armor guarding
these crossroads in Ohio Queen on
the overlay.
WARDADDY
How many troops he see?
CAPTAIN WAGGONER
Enough to spook the Colonel. Road
march to the crossroads and secure
them. Don’t stop for anything. Take
my gas if you need it.
Wardaddy looks at the map, makes some notes in a notebook.
WARDADDY
Alright, sir. I’m on my way.
Suddenly there is a loud WHISTLING of incoming German
Artillery - Wardaddy, the Captain, the RADIOMEN and COMPANY
CLERKS hit the deck...
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE - DAY
A group of SOLDIERS plays blackjack on a blanket. Gambling
for piles of watches and jewelry. Norman and Gordo pouring
gas into the Fury.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-KABOOM! - German artillery shells explode
all around them. Bible drops into the turret, closes the
hatch. Gordo slides off the tank and crawls underneath.
Norman follows. Coon-Ass already there. A grinning fool.
GORDO
What?
COON-ASS
I was ticked off we were leaving.
Don’t seem so bad now. Germans can
flatten this town for all I care.
BOOM! A large shell strikes Irma’s apartment building,
collapsing the front. Then everything is obscured by dust and
smoke...
WHAT THEY SEE - Though brief, the shelling has transformed
the little village. Buildings burn. Others have collapses.
THE APARTMENT BUILDING is heavily damaged.
A SOLDIER crawls along the street crying for his mama, his
legs are missing, just two stumps trailing blood.
CONTINUED: CAPTAIN WAGGONER (CONT'D)
(CONTINUED)
66.
Norman runs to the apartment building - At the smoking rubble
pile that was its facade moments before. He stops in his
tracks and looks up...
WHAT NORMAN SEES - Irma’s shattered body hanging from a
splintered mass of wood floorboards...
Next Norman SEES Emma is crushed and mixed into the rubble.
She’s gasping for her last breath...
Norman shakes off the blow and starts to dig out Emma,
desperate, frantic - Coon-Ass grabs him and drags him away.
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
You think you’re Jesus Christ? You
gonna raise her up? She’s done. She
is done.
Norman starts throwing punches. Coon-Ass lets him vent,
easily blocking them.
COON-ASS (CONT’D)
There you go. Get mad. Get mad.
NORMAN
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
What the fuck is wrong with
everyone? Nobody cares about
anything. What the fuck is
happening?
Bored with being punched, Coon-Ass throws Norman to the
ground. Kicks him in the ass.
COON-ASS
It’s called war. Quit your cussin’
and fightin’ and get your spindly
ass in that tank, boy.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE - DAY (LATER)
The four tank engines ROAR to life. Wardaddy does a quick
check of the Fury’s tracks. Norman sits in the BOW seat.
Tears streak his dusty face. Gordo looks at him. Sympathetic.
GORDO
Sorry about your lady friend.
Norman ignores him. Here comes Sgt. Davis helping his
ASSISTANT-DRIVER to his tank, he can barely walk.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
67.
WARDADDY
He wounded?
SGT. DAVIS
Naw, drunk.
Sgt. Davis pours the man into the front hatch and mounts his
tank. The Captain approaches Wardaddy.
CAPTAIN WAGGONER
We’ll hook up with you in the
morning. Good luck.
WARDADDY
Thank you, sir.
He shakes the Captain’s hand. SCHWACK! A sniper’s bullet rips
out the Captain’s throat, dropping him on the spot.
SOLDIER VOICES
-- Six is down! --
-- Sniper!
-- They got the Old man! --
Wardaddy is up into the Fury like a shot.
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
He drops shut his hatch...
WARDADDY
Move out! Let’s go!
(into Radio)
All tanks from One-Six. Sniper’s in
those goddamn buildings on the
right! Make ‘em go away.
(to Bible)
What are you waiting for?
KABOOM! - The main gun fires. Coon-Ass slams home a fresh
shell.
COON-ASS
Clear!
KABOOM! - Bible fires another. The Fury fires again and
again...
ON GORDO - Safe beneath his closed hatch, he sees Norman has
his head exposed - He grabs the kid and yanks him down...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
68.
GORDO
Stupid. You wanna die?
Norman glares at him. With a new hardness that takes Gordo by
surprise.
WARDADDY’S PERISCOPE POV - A row of four hundred year old
buildings is destroyed in just over a minute. Their roofs can
be seen collapsing through clouds of thick dust and
shattering explosions as the tanks pump high explosive shells
into them. Into radio:
WARDADDY
All tanks cease fire. If that
didn’t get him nothing will. Let’s
get the fuck out of here.
EXT. GERMAN TOWN - CENTRAL SQUARE - DAY
The four tanks of 1st Platoon Love Company pull out for their
next mission. Wardaddy leads the way in the Fury.
They are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Leaving behind
a town transformed. Blood in the streets. Stacks of dead.
Burning buildings. Piles of rubble.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
Open flat farm country. The occasional farm building. The
column of four tanks moves fast. Wardaddy keys the intercom.
WARDADDY
Norman. Get your ass up here.
Norman looks at Wardaddy. Who waves for him to join him.
Norman carefully climbs out of his hatch. And picks his way
across the moving tank. Wardaddy pats the big .50 Cal machine
gun.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Why don’t you sit up here for a bit
and run this baby.
Norman grabs the spade grips and stands behind the turret.
His face is angry stone. Wardaddy seems relaxed. Almost
enjoying the beautiful country. He looks at Norman.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
I know how you feel.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
69.
NORMAN
You have no idea how I feel.
WARDADDY
Today... Look, what happened back
there. Is every day. It’s every
day.
NORMAN
Today’s the worst day of my life.
WARDADDY
Like I said, that’s every day. If
you think it can’t get worse, it
can. And it will. I started this
war killing Germans in Africa. Then
France. Then Belgium. Now I’m
killing Germans in Germany. It will
end. Soon too. But before it does a
lot more people gotta die.
Wardaddy points out a massive column of black smoke in the
distance. The herald of destruction on an unbelievable level.
It is the death of a city.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
See that? That’s a whole city on
fire. I get that’s where those
bombers were heading. The dying
ain’t done. The killing ain’t done.
Norman tries to understand the enormity of what he is
witnessing. He can’t. They ride in silence for a beat.
Then:
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
My mother was born near here. I
think right there in that city
burning to the ground. I got no
problem killing my kin.
NORMAN
How’d you get all burnt up?
WARDADDY
My back?
NORMAN
Germans did it? That why you hate
them so much?
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
70.
WARDADDY
No. I did it. Before the war.
Before the Army. I had a beautiful
girl I was gonna marry. Rose. She
made me feel like a fucking king.
Pretty like one of those old
paintings. She was good. A good
person. She had a good heart.
Wardaddy looks at Norman. Not sure if he should continue. He
does...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
I drank then. I’d get asshole drunk
and Rose hated it. There was a
dance in town. With a band from
Wichita. I had her old man’s truck.
My little brother came with us. He
was sixteen. And looked just like
you. With the same “I’m smarter
than everyone else around me”
expression you got. And he was.
Book smart and people smart. A good
kid. Well I drank two bottles of
nickel whisky and got in a punch-up
at the dance with this big Indian.
K.O.ed him with a bottle.
NORMAN
I’m not your bartender and I’m not
your pastor. You don’t need to tell
me this.
WARDADDY
And I ain’t your friend. You’re
listening ‘cause someone has to
hear. The sheriff got called so I
shoved Rose and my brother in the
truck and drove off like my hair
was on fire. Yep, like a real
shithead. Pedal to the mat. Hit an
ice patch and flipped it. I got
thrown and ended up under it. The
engine right on my back, cooked me
like Sunday’s beef roast. Rose and
my brother got their necks broken.
Whole country hated me for it. I
got the chain gang. I laid
roadbeds. Worked cotton. Mule
teams. War started and the Judge
told me to dies for my country.
Best advice I ever got.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
71.
Norman looks out on the German countryside. Then at Wardaddy.
Despite his age, Norman has a strong, quiet wisdom.
NORMAN
Does it matter now? Does it matter
here?
WARDADDY
Does to me.
NORMAN
You killed them.
WARDADDY
I know what I did.
NORMAN
You’re already dead.
WARDADDY
I don’t disagree. Been with these
fine Gentlemen since nineteen forty
two. And they don’t know none of
this. Not a word of it. Keep it
that way.
Norman will keep his secret.
NORMAN
I was born in the caul.
WARDADDY
Where’s that?
NORMAN
A caul. A birth shroud around my
head. So I see things. Sometimes I
know things are going to happen.
And people tell me things. Since I
was little. Bad things.
Confessions. I’m used to it. Don’t
worry, you’ll get your wish. When I
said you were already dead it
didn’t mean anything but what it
means. You’re going in the ground
soon.
Wardaddy likes hearing that. He looks at Norman.
WARDADDY
You’re a strange one, Norman.
(then)
My brother’s name was Norman.
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
72.
Norman REACTS - Not to Wardaddy - But to the terribly thin
corpses filling the ditches on either side of the road. They
wear the infamous striped pajamas of the camp system. They
were shot after collapsing during a forced march.
NORMAN
Why are they so thin?
WARDADDY
They’re from the concentration
camps. They starve ‘em to death
there.
NORMAN
Are they criminals?
WARDADDY
No. They’re just people. Regular
people. Germans are marching them
around to keep them from us. Rather
have them dead than free.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY (LATER)
A HUNDRED CIVILIANS dig a tank ditch through a couple
farmer’s fields. They stop working and stare in awe as
Wardaddy’s four tanks race right past them on the unblocked
road.
Wardaddy FIRES a magazine from his assault rifle into the
air. Civilians hit the dirt or drop their shovels and run.
Wardaddy laughs.
EXT. HILL NEAR CROSSROADS - DAY (LATER)
The four tanks have stopped by a low hill. Wardaddy and Sgt.
Davis are on their bellies at the top of the hill studying
the shallow valley below with binoculars.
A couple miles away is the CROSSROADS the tanks are to
protect. A few farm buildings dot the landscape. It is
deceptively calm and bucolic.
SGT. DAVIS
What are you thinking, Don?
WARDADDY
There’s the crossroads. We’ll set
our picket line along that
defiladed area to the right.
CONTINUED: (4)
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
73.
You’ll be outpost tank by that
little hill with the trees.
SGT. DAVIS
Sounds copacetic.
WARDADDY
Let’s get in position before dark.
German Army moves at night. I wanna
be ready for ‘em. Let’s go.
Wardaddy and Sgt. Davis crawl back towards their tanks.
EXT. VALLEY - DAY
The tanks head for the crossroads. Norman is back in the
front right hatch.
ON LOVE 1-5 - The last in the tank column --
THWACK-KABOOM! - Is suddenly hit by a high velocity gun...
It’s turret is blown into the air - The tank instantly burns
a maelstrom of gasoline, explosives and gun propellant...
WARDADDY
Fuck! Where the fuck did that come
from? Driver! Reverse!
(into Radio)
All tanks, back up! Get behind the
rise on the right. Everyone button
up.
The three remaining tanks quickly reverse and spread out.
Wardaddy scanning with binoculars. Looking very worried.
BIBLE
What the fuck was it?
WARDADDY
That was an 88. It’s a goddamned
tank.
FSSSSS-WHAM! - A glowing high-velocity shell hits the ground
and ricochets in front of the Fury.
SGT. DAVIS
Tank! Three O'clock! Eight hundred
yards!
Wardaddy whips his binoculars to 3 o’clock...
CONTINUED: WARDADDY (CONT'D)
(CONTINUED)
74.
WHAT HE SEES - A GERMAN TIGER TANK near a barn in a hay
field. Tigers are the deadliest tank of the war. Wardaddy’s
three Shermans are hopelessly outgunned, worse, a Tiger’s
armor is nearly impervious to their cannons.
WARDADDY
I see it. It’s a goddamned Tiger.
Bible, get an eyeball on him and
send it.
BIBLE
I got him! On the way!
KABOOM! - The Fury fires. Its glowing shell strikes the front
of the distant Tiger and ricochets off harmlessly.
SGT. DAVIS
Let’s get the fuck out of here.
WARDADDY
Unless he drowns himself in a shit
filled ditch, it’s up to us to kill
him. C’mon, hit that sonofabitch!
KABOOM-KABOOM-KABOOM! - All three tanks open fire on the
Tiger...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
All tanks! Fast right turn! Right
at him. Let’s bumrush this
cocksucker. Turn on your gyros!
Shoot and scoot!
The three tanks stop backing up - They quickly turn toward
the Tiger and accelerate right at him! Firing their cannons
as fast as they can.
Three little David’s versus one Goliath - The Tiger aims at
Love 1-4, the middle tank...
KABOOM! - The 88 cannon shell misses the Sherman - But hits
Sgt. Peterson - Taking his head right off.
KABOOM-KABOOM-KABOOM! - The Sherman’s keep firing. Quickly
closing the distance to the massive German tank...
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Tense faces. Bible focuses on the target. Coon-Ass stands by
with a fresh shell - Bible fires...
KABOOM-KERCHANG-CLANK! - Coon-Ass loads the cannon.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
75.
COON-ASS
Clear --
KABOOM-KERCHANG-CLANK! - They keep pumping rounds into the
massive German tank.
ON NORMAN - Staring at the Tiger through his periscope. He
opens fire...
BRDDDDDDT - .30 Cal spits empty brass as it jackhammers slugs
at the armored enemy monster.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - His tracer rounds splash harmlessly
against the German tank.
EXT. HAY FIELD - DAY
KAPOW! - The Tiger again fires at the middle tank...
THWACK! - Its shell strikes the turret and goes right
through. The fatally wounded Sherman rolls to a stop, gushing
yellow smoke. The DRIVER and A-DRIVER bail out...
The Tiger opens fire with its machine gun - Splattering the
two poor tankers...
WARDADDY
Fucking animals! Load a white
phosphorous. Blind the bastard!
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Coon-Ass loads a phosphorous shell.
COON-ASS
Clear!
Bible, ever cool under fire, takes careful aim and toes the
firing peddle - KABOOM!
EXT. HAY FIELD - DAY
POW! The white phosphorous shell bursts with a large cloud of
dense white smoke. Burning clumps of phosphorous cover the
Tiger...
The Fury and Sgt. Davis’ tank are damn close to the powerful
Tiger. They are now passing down its right side...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
76.
WARDADDY
Here we go. Shoot at the back
third, under the track. AP. Fire
when ready.
BIBLE
I know where to hit him.
WARDADDY
So shoot the sumbitch!
KABOOM! KTANG! -- The shot was high, it glances off the
Tiger...
The monster’s turret is turning toward the Fury...
KABOOM! -- The Fury fires - KTANG! - Its round pierces the
Tiger’s gas tank. Black smoke erupts from its engine deck...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Hit ‘em again! In the sweet spot.
KABOOM! KTANG! Another money shot into the Tiger’s engine
compartment.
The big tank grinds to a stop. The fiver TIGER CREWMEN
abandon their tank - They wear sinister black uniforms...
The Fury charges the burning tank. Wardaddy shoulders his
assault rifle - He’s about to light up the running German
tankers when...
BRDDDDDDDDDDDT! - The five Tiger Crewmen are shot to pieces.
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
It’s Norman doing the shooting. He’s becoming a real
motherfucker. He reloads his machine gun...
GORDO
That’s it, kid. Fuck those Krauts.
WARDADDY
How’d that feel, Norm?
Norman cocks his machine gun - KERCHACK!
NORMAN
Like nothing.
This time he means it.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
77.
IN THE TURRET - Bible wipes his face with a rag. Coon-Ass
refills the ready rack with ammo...
COON-ASS
Where’d a Tiger come from? German
army ain’t supposed to have no gas.
EXT. HAY FIELD - DAY
The sun is low in the sky. Another bloody day is nearing its
conclusion. Wardaddy sits in the Fury’s turret. He lost two
more tanks, now just burning wrecks. He watches the Tiger
burn for a moment, his jaw grinding.
Sgt. Davis’ tank pulls alongside the Fury. He’s scared/
SGT. DAVIS
Holy shit, Don. Binkowski and
Peterson are gone. Florida Mike.
Nicky Colletto. They got wives and
kids. And Stan? Stan’s fucking
dead. They’re all dead.
WARDADDY
I know who’s dead.
SGT. DAVIS
What do we do?
WARDADDY
We have our job. Like we always do.
I can’t have you all spooked. Can
you shake it off?
SGT. DAVIS
I’m not like you, Don. Nobody is.
WARDADDY
Check out the barn. Make sure
there’s no Krauts in there.
The barn is a hundred yards away. Sgt. Davis heads to it in
his tank, Love 1-3. He stops outside the barn doors.
Wardaddy scans the area with his binoculars - Not a threat in
sight...
Sgt. Davis’ ASSISTANT DRIVER gets out and pulls open the
Barn’s big double doors...
BRDDDDT! - He’s nearly cut in half with a long burst...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
78.
The ROAR of a starting tank engine as ANOTHER FUCKING TIGER
TANK emerges from the barn!
BRDDDDDDDDT - The Tiger fires its coaxial machine gun,
spattering Sgt. Davis across his turret.
Its huge cannon lines up on Love 1-3 and fires...
KABOOM! - The point blank cannon shot tears through the
Sherman like butter. The ammunition inside EXPLODES.
KA-WHAM! It is a violent and shattering detonation, the
turret is thrown in the air, the side of the Sherman splits
open like tin foil - Another tank dies...
ON WARDADDY - He REACTS, gets low in the turret...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Tank! Hit it! AP! Three rounds!
Gordo! Get right on his ass.
The Fury turns and lurches toward the big enemy tank...
The Tiger accelerates out of the barn, colliding with the
burning wreckage of Davis’s tank, shoving it aside...
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Bible traverses the turret. It feels like it’s taking forever
to aim the main gun at the Tiger...
Gordo double clutches and puts the Fury in 3rd gear. He
stomps the gas pedal, white knuckling the steering levers.
KABOOM! - Bible fires. Missing the tank...
GORDO’S PERISCOPE POV - The second Tiger is looming damn
close - Its turret traversing to line up a shot on the
Fury...
GORDO
Okay, here we go! You want me to
hit him?
WARDADDY
Don’t hit him, you dumbass! Make a
tight turn around him! Drive around
him and stay close as you can get!
Just keep moving! Bible, keep
hitting him!
BOOM! - The Tiger fires...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
79.
KTANG! - It’s a glancing strike against the side of the Fury
causes a burst of SPARKS inside. The noise and shock of the
impact stun Gordo and Norman...
HYDRAULIC OIL sprays everywhere...
There is a SMOKING WHITE HOT DENT where the round struck the
hull. The Fury fills with smoke. Norman is bleeding from the
scalp...
NORMAN
I’m hit! I’m hit!
Gordo ignores the chaos, keeps driving at the Tiger...
WARDADDY
Gordo! Any damage?
GORDO
I dunno. She still drives.
Bible works the power traverse grip - Something’s wrong...
THE TURRET STOPS TURNING! - The shell damaged its mechanism.
BIBLE
I lost the power traverse!
He switches to the MANUAL TRAVERSE WHEEL - Turning it
frantically. The Fury’s turret now turning slower - This is
very bad...
KABOOM! -- Bible fires again...
BIBLE’S GUNSIGHT POV - The Armor Piercing shell bounces
harmlessly off the Tiger’s turret...
EXT. HAY FIELD - DAY
It’s a close range tank duel - the two tanks are now just
yards apart. Smoke from the burning Sherman’s washes over the
battle-locked armored vehicles.
WARDADDY
That’s it! Gordo, drive in a circle
around him. We can move faster than
he can swing his gun.
ON THE TIGER - As its turret tries to catch up to the Fury.
The smaller, more agile American tank easily drives in a
circle around the Tiger...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
80.
But the threatening of the Tiger’s cannon is starting to
catch up...
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Bible swinging the turret - Cranking the wheel as fast as he
can. Sweat pours off his face as he hunts for the soft spot
in the Tiger’s armor.
KABOOM! - Bible fires. The round just misses, plows into the
ground...
BIBLE
It’s not that easy. We’re moving
too fast!
Norman is scared shitless as he watches all this unfold
through his periscope. He trades a worried, desperate look
with Gordo.
EXT. HAY FIELD - DAY
Wardaddy, only his head exposed, watches the Tiger. Instead
of just driving in a straight line - The Tiger now turns
toward the Fury - Its big cannon swinging faster...
The Tiger is maneuvering to line up a shot and broadside the
American Tank. Smart bastards...
With his tank damaged, Wardaddy knows he better make a move
or they are all going to die...
WARDADDY
Gordo, when I say back up, you back
up! Bible stand by! I’ll call the
shot!
Wardaddy waiting for just the moment - For the two moving
tanks to align a certain way.
The Tiger cannon is nearly in position to fire!
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Gordo! Now! Reverse! Reverse!
The Fury jolts to a stop - The same time as:
KABOOM! - The Tiger fires...
The cannon rips the sandbags off the front of the Fury,
missing anything vital. The Fury is backing up...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
81.
The Tiger realizes what is afoot - It starts turning in the
other direction to protect its vulnerable engine compartment,
its huge tracks chewing up the earth...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Bible! Steady. Steady. Steady...
Wardaddy waiting for just the right moment. Excruciating
tension as the two steel beasts dance around each other...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Now!
KABOOM! - The Fury’s cannon fires into the Tiger’s ass...
The round rips through the engine and fuel tanks. There is a
fireball of burning gasoline...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Again!
INT. FURY (MOVING) - DAY
Coon-Ass feeds a fresh shell into the cannon breech...
COON-ASS
Clear!
Bible stomps the foot pedal...
EXT. HAY FIELD - DAY
KABOOM! - the round punches through the soft armor in the
rear of the tank and penetrates the crew compartment...
The ammunition insides EXPLODES. The Tiger shudders to a
stop. The Driver’s hatch opens -- Belching a column of flame.
The DRIVER tries to escape. But the flames are too intense.
He’s incinerated right before Wardaddy’s eyes...
INT. FURY (MOVING)
Bible breathes a sigh of relief.
BIBLE
Tank destroyed.
Wardaddy puts an arm around Bible...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
82.
WARDADDY
Good shooting.
BIBLE
I’m the instrument. Not the hand.
God didn’t want us today.
Norman sags in his seat, exhausted by the tension. Wardaddy
drops inside the turret. Grabs the radio mic - Realizes the
radios are trashed...
WARDADDY
Radio’s are eighty-sixed. We’re on
our lonesome until Baker Company
shows up.
Coon-Ass lights a smoke with shaking hands. Gordo wipes the
grit from face with a sleeve.
GORDO
I quit. Fuck the Army. You can put
me in the stockade. Take away my
name and birthday. Find another
driver.
COON-ASS
Quit? Quit?! Boy, we get a dollar
thirty five a day plus free chow
and smokes. A goddamn paid European
vacation. Best job I had.
Coon-Ass wasn’t trying to be funny. He’s shaken to his core.
Wardaddy lets them vent. He passes Gordo a bottle of brandy.
Gordo takes it and downs a long swig.
Wardaddy SEES Norman sitting there quietly. Covered with
hydraulic oil and blood. Staring into space.
WARDADDY
Having a good time, kid?
Norman looks at Wardaddy and shakes his head thinking “What
the fuck is wrong with these people.” Wardaddy smiles. He
knows Norman will be okay.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
We’re still open for business.
Let’s head to the crossroads and
keep ‘em out of Kraut hands like
we’ve been told.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
83.
COON-ASS
With one busted-ass tank? In case
you ain’t noticed, we’re it.
Platoon’s gone. The entire Platoon.
WARDADDY
Are they? I’m sorry, I didn’t
notice.
BIBLE
Don, you can be a real callous
bastard sometimes.
WARDADDY
We got a job to do. We can sit here
and bitch about it. Or we can go
down to those crossroads and bitch
about it there. I don’t see a hell
of a lot of difference, do you?
COON-ASS
That’s real inspiring. Shit, now I
wanna storm the gates of Hell and
snatch Satan off his throne by his
balls.
Norman turns to Wardaddy and deadpans:
NORMAN
That’s not really true. He just
said it to be an asshole.
Norman just took the sarcasm to another level. The veteran
tankers stare at Norman -- He is becoming one of them...
EXT. CROSSROADS - DUSK
The sun is setting. The Fury moves up the road approaching
the rural tree lined intersection with an OLD HOUSE and a
BEER HALL - There isn’t a soul in sight.
Wardaddy scans the terrain with his binoculars. He’s looking
for a good spot to park the Fury for the night. The tank is
moving through the intersection.
BOOM! - The Fury runs over a mine - The explosion lifts the
tank and drops it. The broken left track falls off the drive
wheel...
CONTINUED: (2)
84.
INT. FURY (MOVING)
It was a damn hard whack -- Dust and smoke fill the interior.
Rations and ammunition spill from its racks. SPARKING
electrical shorts.
COON-ASS
Fuck! Another Tiger!
WARDADDY
Calm down. It’s a mine. We hit a
mine is all.
Gordo shakes it off. The engine stalls. He restarts it. Puts
it in gear. Lets up the clutch. The tank starts turning in a
circle.
GORDO
We threw a track.
EXT. FURY - DUSK
Wardaddy aiming his .50 Cal at the nearby buildings. Coon-Ass
exits the turret. Examines the broken track and the smoking
crater the mine made.
COON-ASS
She’s broke as fuck. Busted a shock
too.
WARDADDY
You fix it?
COON-ASS
Yeah. Why not?
WARDADDY
Norman! Get out here!
Norman exits his hatch - He’s afraid to jump down to the
road...
NORMAN
What about mines?
WARDADDY
They’re for vehicles. You ain’t
heavy enough to set one off. Go
with Coon-Ass and check out those
buildings. I’m covering you. Go on.
(CONTINUED)
85.
Norman looks at Coon-Ass, who shrugs. They approach the Old
House just up the road...
INT. OLD HOUSE - DUSK
WHAM! - Coon-Ass kicks the door. Norman joins him inside.
Both men freeze...
WHAT THEY SEE - The interior of the house is filled with
mines. Big round anti-tank mines to be exact. Stacks of them.
It’s being used as a munitions depot.
Coon-Ass slowly backs out of there...
COON-ASS
Don’t touch nothin’.
NORMAN
Not planning on it.
EXT. CROSSROADS - DUSK
Gordo and Bible have started unbolting a section of track
from Fury’s side. Coon-Ass shouts to Wardaddy:
COON-ASS
Whole thing’s full of mines. Good
thing you didn’t shoot the shit out
of it or we’d be drinking whiskey
with Jesus.
WARDADDY
Maybe I will anyway. I could use a
drink. Keep going. What’s in the
other house?
INT. BEER HALL - DUSK
WHAM! Coon-Ass kicks the door. Enters with Norman.
This place is disturbing in a different way. There is dried
blood everywhere. Bandages. Medical supplies. Cut off bloody
uniforms and boots. Amputated limbs. Flesh. Organs. And a
half-dozen DEAD GERMAN SOLDIERS who succumbed to battle
wounds. This was a temporary field hospital.
COON-ASS
At least there ain’t no live Krauts
to worry about.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
86.
It is beyond creepy in here...
NORMAN
Can we go now?
EXT. CROSSROADS - DUSK
Coon-Ass and Norman return to the Fury. Gordo uses a track
breaking tool to remove the damaged track links. Bible probes
the road around them for more mines.
WARDADDY
Anything?
COON-ASS
Naw, nothing.
WARDADDY
Kid, head up by those trees. You go
outpost guard.
Norman nods and heads up the road.
EXT. ROAD SENTRY POSITION - NIGHT
Norman sits in the roadside ditch. He checks his greasegun.
It’s loaded. He sets it in his lap.
He adds drink powder to his canteen. Shakes it. He opens a
can of crackers with his little GI can opener. He chews the
hard crackers and washes them down with his canteen.
He yawns widely. He’s physically and emotionally drained from
his first day as a US Army tanker.
After being in a tank he feels so alone and exposed out here.
He HEARS something. Scared, he raises his ugly black weapon.
It’s just an OWL in the trees. Norman relaxes. He can’t keep
his eyes open. His head falls toward his chest. His heavy
eyelids close. And he falls asleep.
EXT. ROAD SENTRY POSITION - NIGHT
LATER - Norman startles awake. Gasping for breath. Dreaming
he was shot. He checks himself for holes. And relaxes - It
was just a dream...
He berates himself for falling asleep. He gets on his knees.
To a less comfortable position.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
87.
Then he freezes. And his eyes grow wide.
WHAT NORMAN SEES - Moving toward him along the dark road is a
long column of silhouettes.
GERMAN SOLDIERS - Marching toward him. A lot of them. More
than he’s ever seen. There are several hundred. And there’s
something about the way they move. Theses aren’t shuffling
demoralized conscripts. These are health, well equipped
combat troops - And they are heading his way...
Norman thinks for a moment. He has to warn the others...
He gets low and slowly backs down the ditch...
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
Gordo, Coon-Ass and Bible work on repairing the track.
Wardaddy sits in the turret, a deadly alert sentry with big
machine gun. He can’t see the approaching men.
Here comes Norman at a full run...
WARDADDY
Why good evening, Norman. Why
aren’t you at your post?
NORMAN
They’re coming.
WARDADDY
Who’s coming?
NORMAN
The Germans
WARDADDY
How many?
NORMAN
More than I can count.
Wardaddy climbs down from the turret.
WARDADDY
I’m sure it’s some bums looking for
someone to surrender to.
(to Coon-Ass)
Keep working. I’ll be right back.
Wardaddy and Norman head up the road...
CONTINUED:
88.
EXT. ROAD SENTRY POSITION - NIGHT
Wardaddy and Norman move low along the ditch. Wardaddy SEES
the approaching troops - Silhouettes in the darkness. He can
just hear their hobnailed boots CRUNCHING the road.
He grabs Norman’s arm and drags him out of there.
WARDADDY
... C'mon...
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
Wardaddy and Norman come running.
WARDADDY
There’s a goddamned SS battalion
headed this way.
GORDO
Bullshit.
Bible sees he’s dead serious...
BIBLE
Where are they?
WARDADDY
Marching this way.
Wardaddy’s mind is racing - They face hopeless odds.
COON-ASS
Let’s get out of here. They’ll
never see us in the dark. Let ‘em
pass through.
WARDADDY
We’re not running. We’re fighting
it out. We’ll hold this damn
crossroad.
His men look at him like he’s insane. This is unlike anything
they have ever done.
COON-ASS
You wanna sit here in a busted tank
and hold off an SS battalion?
(CONTINUED)
89.
WARDADDY
No I don’t want to. But it’s what
we’re doing. Mount up. Take your
fighting positions.
Wardaddy climbs aboard the Fury. His jaw tenses. It’s okay
with him. He double checks his .50 Cal.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Go on. Get outta here.
Norman looks at the other guys. Then at Wardaddy. He crosses
to the Fury and stands by it, looking at the others with
crossed arms.
With that show of bravery, Gordo, Coon-Ass and Bible have no
choice but to follow suit. The three men approach the Fury.
No one has any illusions - This somber, sober choice means
their deaths.
Wardaddy smiles. As much of a smile as he can muster. Then
he’s all business.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
We’re gonna play dead, like we’ve
done before. Let ‘em march right
up. Then open up with all we got
and splatter the assholes all over
the road.
(to Coon-Ass)
Grab us one of them dead Krauts.
COON-ASS
We gonna have a pig roast?
WARDADDY
Something like that.
Coon-Ass rushes off toward the Old House...
Wardaddy grabs his knife and cuts several packs and
dufflebags off the tank. He hands Norman a gas can...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Give ‘em a good soaking.
Norman pours the gas on them. Gordo grabs extra boxes of ammo
from the storage racks and shoves them into the tank.
Bible is in the turret singing a hymn. He resets the fuzes on
the cannon shells for close-in work. He wipes the main gun
breech down. Cleans his optics. Oils the machine gun.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
90.
Here comes Coon-Ass dragging a body...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Hurry up with that sack ‘a shit.
Wardaddy jumps down to help. He tosses the body on the front
of the tank. Pulls off his jacket and puts it on the body.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Toss me that helmet.
Norman tosses him an American helmet. Wardaddy straps it on
the corpse’s head. He grabs the gas can from Norman. Splashes
the body with it. Wardaddy lights a smoke with a match. Then
tosses the match on the body - FWOOMP!
Wardaddy lights another match and tosses it on the packs in
the road - FWOOMP! Satisfied, he surveys his work.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Now they ain’t gonna see nothing
but a shot-out tank with a blown
track. Get it. Button up.
The men slip into the Fury and close the hatches. It looks
like a bigger shit pile than when we first saw it, bathed in
the firelight of the burning packs and the German corpse.
Debris scattered around it, a broken track...
INT. FURY - NIGHT
Norman lines up boxes of ammunition for his machine gun. He
wipes the gun with a rag. Gordo loads his submachine-gun.
Stacks up extra magazines.
He opens a case of grenades and removes their safety clips --
Pausing to swig from his bottle of brandy. Coon-Ass organizes
the main gun rounds.
COON-ASS
We got four rounds of cannister.
Four Willy Petes. Twenty three
Supercharges and thirty three solid
shots.
WARDADDY
Alright. Load cannister. Have the
other three in your lap.
NORMAN
What’s cannister?
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
91.
WARDADDY
Turns this cannon into a big
fucking shotgun.
Wardaddy pulls out a bottle of French Cognac. He opens it.
Stares at it like it’s the very gates of Hell. Bible is
mortified Wardaddy is considering drinking it.
BIBLE
What are you doing?
WARDADDY
Might as well get a little tight.
Won’t be around for the hangover.
BIBLE
Don. No.
COON-ASS
Let the man have a taste.
Wardaddy pours the booze in his mouth, it splashes down his
cheeks. Norman watching him - If he didn’t know they weren’t
going to live through this he does now.
WARDADDY
God that’s better than good. Like
warm honey dripping on my heart.
He offers Bible the bottle. Bible takes it. He meditates on
the demon liquor a beat. Then:
BIBLE
I know you hate me preaching, but
what we’re doing is a righteous
act. There’s a bible verse I think
about sometimes. Then I heard the
voice of the Lord saying, “Whom
shall I send? And who will go for
us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send
me.”
That resonated. Bible sees it on the faces of the men.
WARDADDY
Book of Isaiah. Chapter six.
Bible is floored Wardaddy knew that...
BIBLE
Yeah, Don. That’s exactly right.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
92.
Bible drinks from the bottle. Then hands it to Coon-Ass. Who
takes a long pull. He passes it to Gordo. He takes a swig and
passes to Norman. Norman finishes the bottle.
COON-ASS
Damn son, you’re a fighting,
fucking, drinking machine.
WARDADDY
Machine. That’s it. That’s your war
name. I christen thee “Machine”.
GORDO/BIBLE
Machine!
“Machine” - Norman like the nickname. He smiles. This now
makes him a full fledged member of the Fury’s crew.
Bible looking through the periscope - REACTS...
BIBLE
They’re coming.
The mood instantly switches to one of wary fear. The men take
their places behind their weapons. Wardaddy watches the enemy
draw closer through his periscope.
WARDADDY
...Nobody does nothing until I
say...
WARDADDY’S PERISCOPE POV - The column of SS TROOPERS is
close. Helmets, boots, weapons clearly visible. They look
surprisingly modern in their camouflage uniforms.
Norman SEES the SS TROOPERS marching closer. It’s agonizing
to wait and do nothing. His finger ready on the trigger of
his machine gun...
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
The fast marching SS Troopers quickly approach the Fury.
Looking like nothing more than a disabled tank. An SS
LIEUTENANT barks crisp orders.
SS LIEUTENANT
(in German)
Reinhold, take your men and clear
those structures. Hoehner, ensure
the enemy tank is unoccupied.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
93.
The SS TROOPERS split off and investigate the Old House and
the BEER HALL. Ten more rush ahead of the march column to
investigate the Fury. They approach the tank. Unconcerned.
Searching the various crates for rations and cigarettes like
kids on Christmas morning. Two troopers climb aboard the
tank.
INT. FURY - NIGHT
The crew listens to the movement around the tank. The
SCRAPING of metal hobnailed boots against the tank’s hull.
It is hateful to do nothing. Bible’s foot hovers above the
firing button on the turret floor. Eyes glued to his
periscope.
Wardaddy waiting. Watching. A grenade in each hand. Coon-Ass
sweating bullets. Wondering why Wardaddy doesn’t give the
order to shoot.
Norman’s face pressed against his scope. He licks his lips.
His mouth is bone dry.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - He SEES a TROOPER reaching for his
hatch...
Norman aims his greasegun up at his hatch. Norman is scared
shitless.
His hatch opens revealing an astonished SS Trooper.
Norman squeezes the trigger of his greasegun...
BRDDDDDDDT! - Blowing the Trooper off the tank.
SS LIEUTENANT
Alarm!
WARDADDY
Hit ‘em!
Everything happens at once...
The Troopers in the road dive for cover...
Bible stomps the foot switch...
KABOOM! - The main gun fires...
Norman pulls the hatch shut - CLANG! - And opens up with the
machine gun...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
94.
Wardaddy pulls the pins of his grenades. He opens the “pistol
door” on the side of the turret. Drops the grenades outside.
Slams the door shut...
EXT. FURY - NIGHT
Utter chaos - Cannon rounds tear into the column of men and
EXPLODE - SS TROOPERS tumble like bowling pins...
BRDDDDDDT! - Tracers from Fury’s two .30 Cal machine guns
slice into SS Troopers as they scramble for cover. Mowing
them down...
BOOM-BOOMM! Wardaddy’s grenades explode. Blowing the two SS
Troopers off the top of the tank...
KABOOM! The main gun fires again. More Troopers are killed...
Several Troopers run into the buildings for shelter...
SS OFFICERS and NCOs bark orders trying to create order from
the madness.
INT. FURY - NIGHT
BRDDDDDDDT! - Norman jackhammers long bursts into running SS
Troops. Bible fires the coax machine gun in long burst...
The tank filling with smoke from the firing weapons. Norman
reloads his machine gun. Wardaddy watching the Troopers
scatter and run...
WARDADDY
Keep squirting that coax! Traverse
right! Steady... On! Fire!
KABOOM! - Bible fires. The gun spits out the smoking brass
shell. Coon-Ass shoves a fresh shell into the breech.
COON-ASS
Clear!
BOOM! - Wardaddy watching where it hits...
WARDADDY
Up fifteen! Right fifteen!
Bible makes adjustments to the gun’s hand wheels...
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
95.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Bow gunner! Squirt those assholes
running for the house.
KABOOM! The gun fires. Norman shifts his fire...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Okay! Loader. Four rounds of Willy
Pete up. Bible put ‘em in those
buildings. Burn the fucking things
to the ground, they’re full ‘a
Krauts.
Wardaddy’s periscope spins 360-degrees as he turns to
continually check the rear of the tank. Bible works the hand
wheel and aims at the building.
BIBLE
On the way!
KABOOM! - He fires the Willy Pete shell...
EXT. CROSSROADS - OLD HOUSE - NIGHT
BOOM! - The White Phosphorous shell hits the wood building
and explodes with a spectacular burst of burning white hot
streamers - It’s like the 4th of July.
The tracers, the explosions, the fires. The SS Troopers
returning fire. What wildly beautiful chaos.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! - The Fury pumps three more phosphorous
shells into the two buildings. The buildings start to burn.
Bathing the area with a warm orange glow...
Burning SS Troopers run out of the buildings...
BRDDDDDDT! - They’re cut down by the tank’s machine guns.
The fire backlights the SS Troopers making them easier for
the Fury to spot.
INT. FURY - NIGHT
The Fury is filled with acrid blinding smoke from the spent
gunpowder. Wardaddy watching the destruction...
WARDADDY
It’s a fucking turkey shoot.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
96.
He takes a swig from a fresh bottle and lights a cigarette,
his face shiny with sweat, his eyes burning with madness.
The Coaxial machine gun is glowing RED HOT. So it Norman’s
machine gun.
Suddenly Norman’s gun “RUNS AWAY” - Cooking off rounds by
itself, zipping through a fresh ammo belt...
NORMAN
My gun’s going crazy!
Gordo twists the belt, stopping the runaway weapon...
GORDO
It’s over heating! Don’t let it
burn up.
Gordo puts on an asbestos glove and changes the red hot
barrel with a fresh one. Norman reloads and keeps firing...
KABOOM! - Bible steadily firing the main gun...
WARDADDY’S PERISCOPE POV - He SEES a cluster of SS Troops
hiding in a ditch - They shoot at the Fury - THWACK! - A
bullet strikes his periscope shattering it...
Wardaddy yanks out the broken periscope. Slaps a new one in
its place. And continues his observation.
WARDADDY
Traverse right. Steady. Steady.
Right there. Hit ‘em!
KABOOM! - Bible fires...
WARDADDY’S PERISCOPE POV - BOOM! - The shell explodes in the
ditch launching several in the air.
Then the coax machine gun jams - Red hot, hopelessly
overheated.
Wardaddy puts on asbestos gloves and wrestles it from its
mount. He opens the turret’s pistol door and tosses the red
hot machine gun outside...
He grabs a fresh gun pilfered from another tank. Lock it into
place. Reloads it.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Slow it down. Don’t burn up the
guns.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
97.
BRDDDDDDDDT - The new coax gun starts firing. The floor of
the turret is covered with spent brass.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Okay! Okay! No targets! Cease fire!
If you don’t see ‘em, don’t shoot
‘em. Can’t spare the ammo on
guesswork.
All firing stops. A sudden deafening silence. Wardaddy
turning his periscope looking for SS Troopers.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
We can be damn sure they’re working
their way behind us. Anyone see
anything?
BIBLE
No nothing.
NORMAN
Me neither.
GORDO
Nine O’clock! Bazooka!
WARDADDY’S PERISCOPE POV - He whips the scope around and sees
an SS Trooper aiming an anti-tank rocket at the tank!
WARDADDY
Traverse right! Traverse right!
Cocksucker’s got a Panzerfaust!
Bible turning the hand wheel as fast as he can. The turret
steadily moving - Sweat pours off his face...
The SS Trooper fires - FWOOSH! - The anti-tank rocket HISSES
right past Wardaddy’s periscope, just missing the target.
NORMAN’S PERISCOPE POV - Norman sees a couple of running
shadows...
BRDDDDDDT! - He cuts them down. He’s in the zone. Hunting for
targets and hitting them...
The turret lines up on the trees alongside the road.
KABOOM-KABOOM-KABOOM! - Bible fires three cannon rounds into
the darkness.
It’s quiet again. Wardaddy looking for targets. He wipes the
stinging sweat from his eyes with his sleeve. Then...
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
98.
FWOOSH-BOOM! - An anti-tank rocket explodes against the
turret with a burst of red sparks...
A jet of molten steel plasma penetrates - Passing right
through Coon-Ass and into the recoil tube of the cannon...
The crew is stunned by the impact. Coon-Ass absorbed the
brunt of the blast - A smoking baseball size hole burned
through his torso. He’s dead.
The recoil tube of the cannon leaks hydraulic fluid. There is
a small fire.
Wardaddy grabs the extinguisher and puts out the fire. The
tank is filled with smoke and the stench of charred flesh.
Bible embraces his dead comrade...
BIBLE
Oh, Grady. Oh dear God. Please dear
God have mercy on this man’s soul.
WARDADDY
He’s gone. We gotta fight.
Bible will. He’s furious. He mounts his seat - Then he
realizes the main gun is damaged. Oil everywhere.
BIBLE
Recoil assembly’s shot. We can’t
fire the 75.
WARDADDY
Stay on the 30. Keep knocking ‘em
down.
Bible reloads the coaxial machine gun.
BIBLE
Two boxes left. We need ammo.
They listen to the bullets hitting the tank - It sounds like
rain on tin...
Wardaddy scans the area with the periscope. Doing a complete
circle...
WARDADDY’S PERISCOPE POV - He sees muzzle flashes all around
them. In the firelight of the burning buildings, shadows
dance and twist. It’s like being stalked by an army of black
cats.
Bible SEES them too and opens fire...
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
99.
BRDDDDDDDDT-BRDDDDDDDDT - He fires several long bursts to
keep the German’s heads down...
BIBLE (CONT’D)
I’m almost out!
NORMAN
Me too! I got two boxes left!
WARDADDY
Gordo, gimme one.
Gordo passes up the 250 round ammo box. Wardaddy opens it,
gets the belt ready for Bible. Then Wardaddy grabs several
smoke grenades...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
We got ammo outside. I’m gonna drop
some smokes. Gordo, you pop your
hatch and lay down some cover fire.
Bible and Machine, rip off what you
got left.
Wardaddy throws open his hatch - Pulls the smoke grenade
pins, tosses them in a ring around the tank...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Okay. I’m going! Hit it!
Wardaddy climbs up out of his hatch...
EXT. CROSSROADS - FURY - NIGHT
The smoke grenades gush torrents of dense yellow smoke.
Gordo opens his hatch - Fires his Tommy-gun at anywhere he
thinks a German is hiding...
Next to him, the muzzle of Norman’s machine gun spits fire
lead and tracers into the night...
Wardaddy scrambles over the turning turret. To the rack of
.30 Cal ammo boxes.
Gordo firing and reloading his Tommy-gun...
BRDDDDT! - Bible fires the last of his ammo. He climbs up
through Wardaddy’s hatch and grabs the grips of the big .50
heavy machine gun and lets it rip...
RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT! - He’s chopping down a row of trees
where at cluster of SS Troopers fire at the Fury.
CONTINUED: (4)
(CONTINUED)
100.
It is a scene of inexpressibly wicked beauty - The hot orange
light of the blazing buildings. Bright white and pink tracers
slash the air. Bullets spark against tank steel. Dead and
dying SS Troops in a haze of psychedelic yellow smoke.
Running shadows. The sharp bright FLASHES of German hand
grenades. And the noise! GUNFIRE, SCREAMING, SHOUTING.
At the centre of it all - Wardaddy pulls several boxes of
ammo from the turret’s external racks and pitches them into
the open hatch...
He HEARS A SCREAM - A FANATICAL SS TROOPER emerges from the
wall of yellow smoke - Charging and firing his MP40 machine
gun...
Wardaddy pulls the .45 From his shoulder holster...
THWICK! - Wardaddy is hit in the arm. Wardaddy aims, fires
back...
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM! Dropping the SS bastard. Wardaddy grabs
Bible’s shoulder - Banging away with the .50 Cal - Shouts in
his ear...
WARDADDY
Get in! Get inside!
Bible dives through the hatch. With bullets hitting all
around. Wardaddy climbs inside the Fury.
Gordo empties his magazine - BRDDDDT! - Drops inside the
tank. CLANGING the hatch shut behind him.
The yellow smoke is clearing -- Several SS TROOPERS run PAST
CAMERA...
INT. CROSSROADS - FURY - NIGHT
Bible reloads his coax gun. Wardaddy passes boxes of ammo to
Gordo as Norman loads a fresh belt into his gun. Wardaddy
back at his periscope looking for targets.
WARDADDY
We got eight boxes of ammo. Four
per gun. Make it last.
BIBLE
You’re hit.
Wardaddy looks at his arm and shrugs.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
101.
WARDADDY
So are you.
That’s when Bible realizes blood is running down his neck.
His scalp got nicked with a bullet.
Gordo pulls the pin out of a grenade. Quickly opens his hatch
and tosses it outside.
Norman concentrates on his periscope, walking his tracers
onto the darting shadows outside - Gordo sees something...
GORDO
Ten O’clock. Thirty yards. Squirt
those guys.
Norman fires off a long burst. The last of the belt. He
cracks open another box and reloads.
GORDO (CONT’D)
Hurry up. I think they want to kill
us.
NORMAN
I think you’re right. How long can
we keep this up?
GORDO
Not long.
Wardaddy HEARS hobnail boots on top of the tank - He pulls
his .45 And opens his hatch.
An SS TROOPER is right there! -- He kicks Wardaddy’s gun
hand, the .45 Drops to the turret basket floor. Wardaddy
reaches up and grabs the Trooper’s legs, pulls him down into
the tank. Wardaddy pulls his knife...
The German soldier headbutts Wardaddy with his helmet,
splitting his nose. Wardaddy is not thwarted. He stabs the
man in the chest. Bible freaking out.
BIBLE
Oh dear God!
WARDADDY
It’s alright. It’s alright. I got
him. Gimme a hand.
Wardaddy and Bible hoist the dying German and shove him out
of the tank through Wardaddy’s hatch.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
102.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
They’re getting cocky.
Wardaddy is in pain. Blood soaking his sleeve.
BIBLE
You’re not good leaking oil
everywhere.
WARDADDY
So patch me up. Gordo, get up here
and work the thirty.
Gordo slips into the turret. Reloads the .30 Cal and starts
shooting targets.
ON NORMAN - Still shooting. Empty brass is up to his ankles.
Bible cuts open Wardaddy’s sleeve. Pours sulfa powder on the
gunshot wound and bandages it. As Bible tends his wound...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
If a man loves the world, the love
of the Father ain’t in him. For all
in the world, lust of the flesh,
lust of the eyes, the pride of
life, is not of the Father. But of
the world.
BIBLE
The world and its desires pass
away. But he who does God’s will
lives forever.
Off Bible’s quizzical look...
WARDADDY
I once had a long spell with
nothing but the good book and my
conscience.
With his arm patched up, Wardaddy recovers his .45 Pistol.
Bible turns to Gordo.
BIBLE
I got it.
Gordo has a worried look...
GORDO
Brother it’s the last belt.
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
103.
Bible replaces Gordo at the gunner’s position. Wardaddy is
mulling their options. Bible turning the turret. Firing the
coax with its footswitch.
ON NORMAN - As the last few rounds feed through his gun...
NORMAN
I’m out! I need another can.
BRDDDDT! CLICK! - That’s when Bible runs dry...
BIBLE
She’s done.
WARDADDY
That’s it then. There ain’t more.
Worried looks are traded...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Don’t shit your panties. We still
got head weapons and the fifty.
Wardaddy opens his hatch and climbs out.
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Pass me a can of fifty.
Bible hands up a box of ammo.
EXT. CROSSROADS - FURY - NIGHT
Wardaddy reloads the .50 Cal. He squints into the shadows.
SEE a MAN RUNNING and fires...
RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT! - The man bursts like a water balloon.
Bible opens the Gunner’s hatch and joins Wardaddy with his
Tommy-gun. Then Gordo and Norman open their hatches,
submachine guns ready...
It’s deathly quiet. Just the crackling of the burning
buildings. The moaning of the wounded Germans.
NORMAN
...Where are they?
GORDO
Everywhere.
A GERMAN MACHINE GUN OPENS FIRE! - The big kind that sounds
like an evil chainsaw.
CONTINUED: (3)
(CONTINUED)
104.
It sprays bullets all over the Fury - Gordo pulls the pin on
a grenade, cocks his arm to throw it...
THWACK! - Gordo is hit through the chest and drops the
grenade inside the tank.
NORMAN
Grenade!
Wardaddy swings the big .50 On the German MG...
RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT! - His tracers find the source of the
German tracers. The German MG fire stops.
INT. CROSSROADS - FURY - NIGHT
Gordo is fatally wounded and bleeding out - He fumbles for
the HISSING grenade.
Norman stares at him from across the transmission. He’s
fucked - The grenade will kill them both!
Gordo smiles at Norman - Then with dying strength he holds
the grenade tight to his chest...
WHOOMP! - Gordo’s body absorbs the blast, saving Norman.
ON NORMAN - He’s just sick. Terrified and horrified - And
wildly grateful of Gordo’s final act.
The crew is down to three men. And a couple hundred SS
Troopers still lurk outside in the dark...
WARDADDY
Norman! Keep shooting, son!
Norman grits his teeth. Loads a fresh man in his greasegun...
EXT. CROSSROADS - OLD HOUSE - NIGHT
Norman pops up and fires a long burst into the ditch
alongside the tank...
Bible’s Tommy-gun jams - He fights to clear the malfunction.
No dice. He tosses away the weapon.
He jumps down from the tank and grabs a German assault rifle.
He pulls magazines from the pouches of dead Troopers.
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
105.
A supposedly dead SS TROOPER jumps to his feet and rushes
him! - Bible grabs the assault rifle by the barrel and swings
with all his might...
CRACK! - He catches the SS Trooper in the face with the
buttstock - Teeth go flying. Bible flips the gun around and
squeezes the trigger.
BRDDDDT! - Finishing the job. Bible scrambles back to the
Fury.
Several German smoke grenades are tossed at the Fury. They
gush dense white smoke - Smoke washes over the tank -
Wardaddy, Norman and Bible can’t see a thing.
WARDADDY
Get ready. They’re gonna make a
move.
Wardaddy pulls a pin on a grenade. His instincts tell him
where to throw it...
BOOM! - The grenade explodes - Followed by the SCREAMING of
the soldiers it maimed...
SS VOICE
(in German)
You motherfuckers! We’re going to
skin you alive!
WARDADDY
(in German)
Your mother’s in here. She can’t
talk now. Her mouth’s full.
SS VOICE
I’ll cut off your fingertips and
make you eat them!
WARDADDY
Shut up and send me more pigs to
kill!
Suddenly dozens of German weapons open up simultaneously.
It is an unbelievable volume of fire. Wardaddy fires back
blindly into the smoke...
RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT! - He runs out of ammo...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Bible! Ammo!
CONTINUED:
(CONTINUED)
106.
Bible drops into the turret and grabs a box of ammo off the
rack. He climbs up and hands it to Wardaddy.
THWACK! - Bible is hit in the head and instantly killed. He
clatters back into the tank. Now it’s just Norman and
Wardaddy.
ON NORMAN - Helplessly cowering for his life as bullets
ricochet all around him...
THWACK-THWACK! - Wardaddy is hit twice...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Button up!
Wardaddy drops inside the tank and closes the hatch. Norman
closes his hatch.
INT. CROSSROADS - FURY - NIGHT
The bullets striking the tank sound like gravel hitting sheet
metal. Wardaddy holds Bible. He has a massive head wound.
Wardaddy is devastated. He gently wipes the blood from
Bible’s face.
WARDADDY
I’m sorry, Boyd. I did my best.
Norman watching this - The SS Troopers are going to finish
them off at any moment. Norman SEES Wardaddy is bleeding
heavily from gunshot wounds...
NORMAN
You’re wounded.
Wardaddy notices his two new bullet holes for the first time.
WARDADDY
Sure am.
NORMAN
Sergeant Collier?
WARDADDY
My name’s Don.
NORMAN
Sorry. Don?
WARDADDY
Yeah kid?
CONTINUED: (2)
(CONTINUED)
107.
NORMAN
I’m scared.
WARDADDY
I’m scared too.
Wardaddy lights a cigarette. Finds his bottle of Cognac and
takes a belt. Offers Norman the bottle, it’s covered with
blood. Norman wipes the bottle. Takes a sip.
Wardaddy is fading fast. Norman will soon be alone...
NORMAN
I want to surrender.
WARDADDY
Please don’t. They’ll hurt you real
bad. And kill you real bad.
Wardaddy takes a drag on his cigarette. The hatch above him
is opening. With casual ease, Wardaddy pulls his .45 - Aims
up at the hatch.
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM! - He empties the pistol and
the hatch drops shut. He ejects the mag. Moving slow from
blood loss. The gun slick in his hands. He pats his pockets
looking for a fresh mag...
The hatch opens - THREE GRENADES ARE DROPPED INSIDE!
Smoking, HISSING, deadly. Wardaddy looks at Norman who is
frozen with fear...
WARDADDY (CONT’D)
Go.
Norman snaps into action. He dives into the driver’s seat,
pushing Gordo’s body aside - He opens the EMERGENCY ESCAPE
HATCH and dives through...
EXT. CROSSROADS - UNDERNEATH THE FURY - NIGHT
Norman is under the tank. Without a weapon!
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! - The grenades explode inside the tank. With
that Norman knows Wardaddy is no more. Norman is all alone.
Around him he hears angry cursing GERMAN VOICES...
Norman crawls into the crater made by the land mine that
broke the track. He makes himself as small as possible, pulls
dirt in over himself. Burying himself...
CONTINUED:
108.
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
SS Troopers everywhere. Their medics attend to their wounded.
They swarm over the Fury. Open her hatches. Aim their weapons
inside and...
BRDDDT-BRDDDDT! - Make sure all the occupants are dead.
EXT. CROSSROADS - UNDERNEATH THE FURY - NIGHT
A YOUNG TROOPER looks beneath the tank with a flashlight.
Norman, nearly entirely buried, follows the path of the light
beam with his one exposed eye...
The light plays across the undercarriage. Norman’s HEARTBEAT
feels excruciating loud. Blood pounding in his ears. An SS
OFFICER SHOUTS...
SS OFFICER
(in German)
Let’s go! We’re behind schedule!
Move it! Hurry up! Let’s move!
The Young Trooper turns off the light. He stands and walks
away. Iron boot heels crunching the road...
Norman thanks his higher power. He may just survive this
thing. Then the boots stop. And return...
Norman tries to be one with the roadbed.
The Trooper lays down - CLICK - Shines the light directly in
Norman’s face. He’s been discovered.
ON THE YOUNG TROOPER - Now we see his face. He’s a kid,
younger than Norman. A boy in uniform. He looks Norman in the
eye.
Norman slowly lifts his hands in surrender. His oil and blood
soaked fingers emerging from the dirt and dust.
The Young Trooper smiles weakly - “I won’t hurt you.” Then
turns off the light and walks away.
Norman sags with anxious relief.
Shrill WHISTLES. SHOUTING as the Sergeants get their squads
on the march again. Jackboots CRUNCH the road as the SS
formation continues down the road.
109.
EXT. CROSSROADS - UNDERNEATH THE FURY - NIGHT
The SS Troops are marching away in the distance. On a
pointless and doomed mission against overwhelming Allied
Armies steamrolling across Germany.
Now it’s quiet. Dead quiet. Norman, buried in his hole,
finally succumbs to exhaustion. His eyes close. He passes out
curled in his womb of dirt.
EXT. CROSSROADS - FURY - DAWN
Distant ROOSTERS CROW. The escape hatch slowly opens. It’s
Norman - He slips inside the Fury. He forces his way past
Gordo’s body. Then covers Gordo with a jacket. He moves to
Coon-Ass and covers him. Then Bible, he gently crosses his
arms over his chest.
There’s Wardaddy. Sitting there. The grenades have made a
mess of him. Norman takes off his jacket and covers him up.
He pauses. Gently picks up Wardaddy’s big calloused hand. He
looks at his palm. Traces the line a moment. As if to confirm
something he already knew. Then he sets it down.
Norman finds Wardaddy’s knife on the floor of the turret
basket. He picks up the knife and runs his thumb along all
the notches. Norman HEARS something.
Movement outside the tank. And VOICES!
He freezes. Unsure what to do. This kid is traumatized, he’s
in no condition to fight Nazis...
Alone and scared. Norman sits there trembling, holding
Wardaddy’s knife for protection...
The hatch opens - It’s a SOLDIER...
An American Soldier - One we recognize - The Huge Dirty
Soldier from Baker Company - He looks at Norman with war
weary eyes. Wipes his nose on his sleeve and shouts to his
buddies.
HUGE DIRTY SOLDIER
One’s alive!
EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY
The Fury is shot to hell, burnt and scarred. Baker Company
soldiers are gathered around her.
(CONTINUED)
110.
Norman is pulled out of the hatch and laid onto a stretcher.
Two MEDICS carry Norman to a waiting Half-Track.
MEDIC
You’re a hero. You know that?
Norman doesn’t know what that means. Or really care. It is
clear from the churning angst in his eyes he will never, ever
be the same.
CRANE UP - Until we look straight down on the crossroads and
see the true scope of the fight, of the carnage...
Laid out in a ring around the tank for fifty yards are a
couple hundred dead SS Troopers...
Norman is loaded into the Half-Track. It slowly drives away.
-- THE END --
CONTINUED:
111.