If you think you can bribe me into boxing,
Warden, you're wrong.
Not you and Dynamite Holmes
and ''The Treatment.''
How long are you guys gonna keep
breaking it off on that kid Prewitt?
You've had him on that extra duty roster
a month already.
-I can't see why you--
-Can't you, Pete?
Getting soft in your old age?
Maybe I want to teach him a lesson.
-Maybe you like it.
-Maybe I do.
I'm getting sick and tired
watching you being a stooge for Holmes.
You won't see it much longer.
I'm getting sick and tired of it myself.
I'm through, Pete.
Any day now. And I mean it.
Listen, if Holmes'd let me,
I'd transfer out of here tomorrow.
Half a dozen companies in this regiment
would grab me, in grade, too.
Oh, sure. I could be Chief of Staff, too.
Only I just can't think of leaving
my old buddies.
Where're you going, Little Sir Echo?
To take my shower, if the stinking
First Sergeant has no objections.
Where'd you think?
To the movies in this towel?
Hurry up. We'll get some beer.
I wouldn't drink with you
if it was the last beer on Earth.
I'm buying.
That's different.
Do you know why I like
to have you serve me beer?
So as I can watch you
when you walk away.
It's in regulations.
You got a right to complain.
You've a right to take your case
to the lnspector General.
Any soldier has, even a plain dogface.
Nope. I ain't gonna complain.
They ain't going to get that satisfaction.
This soldier's got a real big family.
Fifteen of them.
'Course this is only half of them.
You see the gentleman
with the handlebars?
That's Mr. Maggio.
Mr. Maggio is my father.
I never saw anyone so stubborn.
-How long since they let you go into town?
-Six weeks.
Liable to be six years.
How'd you like it?
Six years before you see a dame?
Look, why don't you just
mind your own business?
And why don't you learn to play the bugle?
That's my buddy boy!
Who's the broad?
It's my sister.
You hit me!
Yeah, and I'm about to do it again, too.
Why, you dirty wop!
If you want to fight, take it outside!
I'll cut this wop's heart out.
Anybody steps in here,
I give it to him first.
One step further, Fatso,
and I'm going to de-brain you.
Nobody's doing nothing.
Anybody does any killing, I'll do it!
It's a private affair, Warden.
No, it isn't! This man's in my company!
And you ain't making two
extra weeks' paperwork for me for nothing.
Out for blood, huh?
You'd puke at the sight of a dead man.
Put down that stool. Put it down!
Drop that knife.
Okay, Fatso,
if it's killing you want, come on.
Well, come on!
On the floor!
Killers, huh?
I'd trade the pair of you
for a good Camp Fire Girl!
Tough monkey.
Guys like you end up in the stockade
sooner or later.
Some day you'll walk in, I'll be waiting.
I'll show you a couple of things.
I'm going to get a breath of air.
I'm glad he stopped it.
He's a good man.
You keep it. Keep it for a souvenir.
Okay, I'll keep it.
You ain't enjoying life much, are you, kid?
Could you stand a weekend pass?
Could I....
What about Holmes?
Don't worry about Holmes.
He signs anything without reading it.
I sure could use it.
I hear you've gone dippy over some dame
down at the New Congress Club.
What'd you say her name was?
Lorene.
It's a beautiful name.
Hey, paisan!
What's holding you up? Let's get going.
What's wrong? Don't you like it here?
Something better to do in town?
The bus is leaving right away.
I'm taking the bus.
Take off. You're talking to a rich man.
I'll hop a taxi.
I'll meet you at the Kalakaua, later.
Maggio. Get ready for guard.
Campaign hat, cartridge belt and weapon.
Report to the orderly room in 10 minutes.
What? I got a pass!
Not anymore.
Anderson's sick. You're on guard.
I just had guard yesterday. Why me?
I'll tell you why, you.
You should have gotten dressed faster.
I sure never figured
on your giving me the runaround.
They didn't even want to let me in.
We're mobbed, that's why.
A big crowd from Hickam Field