walked off guard. He went AWOL.
What are you hanging around here for?
Can't a man rest a minute?
What man? You got no work?
Maybe I can scare you up some.
Go shoot some pool.
Any word comes, I'll let you know.
Company G,
First Sergeant Warden speaking. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, I'll have his things in order.
He got it. Six months.
I'm gonna escape from this dump.
Gimbels' basement couldn't hold me,
neither can this.
- Shut up!
- Whatever you say, Brownie.
Prisoner! Halt!
Hello, tough monkey.
This other girl and I were lucky to rent it.
This is a very fashionable district.
I have another key made for you.
You can use it any time you want to,
even when I'm not here.
- Hi.
- Hi.
This is Prew, the soldier I told you about.
- This is Georgette, my roommate.
- Well, welcome, friend.
Hasn't been a man around the house
since the cat died.
I belong to the Book Guild Club.
I always take every book.
That's the way I get all the dividends.
She'll be great for your friend
when he gets out of the stockade.
Yes, he'll be crazy about her.
Just sit down and get comfortable.
I'll make you a martini
and see what's to cook for dinner.
This is like being married, ain't it?
It's better.
You okay?
Glad you came?
Let's get out of here. Don't look around.
It can't go on like this much longer.
Even though we sneaked across
the island...
...we had to run out like jailbirds.
If there was only some way we...
Holmes'd probably give you a divorce,
but never let me transfer out of his outfit.
There is a way.
I've been thinking about it.
You've got to become an officer.
You can take the new extension course,
the one they passed last May.
- Once commissioned you go to the States.
- An officer?
Yes. Then I could divorce Dana
and marry you.
I hate officers. I've always hated officers!
Well, that's a fine, intelligent point of view.
Suppose I said I always hated sergeants.
That'd make a lot of sense, wouldn't it?
You sure made a complete study of it.
Okay, suppose I did it.
And don't think it's a cinch.
You'd be here, I'd be in the States,
we'd be apart six months!
- We're sure to be into a war...
- Tell the truth.
You don't want the responsibility.
You're probably not even in love with me.
You're crazy! I wish I didn't love you.
Maybe I could enjoy life again.
So they were married
and lived unhappily ever after.
I've never been so miserable in my life
as I have since I met you.
Neither have I.
- I wouldn't trade a minute of it.
- Neither would I.
I'll probably make the lousiest officer
in this man's Army you ever saw.
You'll make a fine officer.
A remarkable officer.
Thank you.
Come here.
Can't you wait until we finish dinner?
Honey...
...I want to marry you.
You're a funny one.
Why's it funny if a guy
wants to marry you?
Because I'm a girl you met
at the New Congress Club.
That's about two steps
up from the pavement.
Well, what am I?
I'm a private, no-class dogface.
The way most civilians look at that,
that's two steps up from nothing.
Prew, I thought we were happy.
Why do you want to spoil things?
Look, I've got a year to go
before I re-enlist.
If I can swing sergeant's stripes by then,
they'll let me go back to the States.
We can go back together...
...if you'll wait.
How do you expect to become a sergeant
under Captain Holmes?
It's all you can do
to keep out of the stockade.
I'll fight.
You're not gonna fight.
It'd be worth it.
Prew, it's true we love each other now.
We need each other.
But back in the States
it might be different.
That ain't the real reason.
- All right, it's not.
- What is the real reason?
I won't marry you because
I don't want to be the wife of a soldier.
Well, that would be about the best
I could ever do for you.
Because nobody's going to stop me
from my plan. Nobody, nothing.
Because I want to be proper.
'Proper'?
Yes, proper.
In another year,
I'll have enough money saved.
I'll go back to my hometown in Oregon.