another year, I'll be back home,
with a stocking full of money.
And I'll be all set for life.
Who is it?
I didn't hear no sounds of combat,
so I thought you might want a drink.
You've been hogging the whisky, Angelo.
Not me, buddy. Iќs that Sandra.
She's a nice girl, but she drinks like a fish.
I hope there's a cop under that.
Keep pouring.
No, thanks. I don't drink.
I think iќs a weakness.
I grant you that.
I don't like weakness. Do you?
No, I don't like weakness.
But I like to drink.
What are you going to do, marry this guy?
You're grinning at him like you're his wife.
Get out of here!
Okay. I'm going.
Back to old long-legged Sandra.
I love them tall. Acres and acres.
Enjoy yourself, paisan.
You need this more than I do.
Tomorrow you'll be back
with "The Treatment."
What does he mean?
That was nice before.
The way you snuggled up in front of him.
Whaќs "The Treatment"?
Some of the guys putting me
over the jumps 'cause I don't want to fight.
Fight?
Yeah. On the boxing team.
I don't want to box.
I don't even want to think about it.
Why should you have to box?
Well, see, I used to fight, middleweight.
I was pretty good, and they know it.
Well, anyway...
Well, come on. Tell me. I want to hear.
Well, the thing is, see...
I used to work out with this guy,
Dixie Wells.
He's a real good friend of mine.
He loved to box.
People on the outside had their eye on him.
He was gonna come out of the Army
and go right up to the top.
Well, one afternoon...
...he and I were sparring in the gym.
You know, kind of friendly-like.
He must have been set pretty flat
on his feet...
...'cause I caught him...
...with a no-more-than-ordinary right cross.
He didn't get up. He didn't move.
He was in a coma for a week.
Finally, he did pull out of it.
Only, the thing was, he was blind.
I went to see him at the hospital
a couple of times.
Finally, I just couldn't go back.
The last time he and I started talking
about fighting and...
He started to cry.
Seeing tears coming out of those eyes
that couldn't see anything...
I thought I ought to tell you.
Holmes spoke to his boxers last night.
From now on, iќs no holds barred.
They aim to run you
right into the stockade if they got to.
Let them.
I'll help you as much as I can.
But I can't go too far out on a limb.
I ain't risking losing my stripes.
I like this outfit.
So do I. Thaќs funny, ain't it?
Yeah, that is funny.
Keep going in a straight line, Prewitt.
Keep going!
All right, thaќs enough.
Okay, Prewitt, bury it.
Time!
Clean up the mess, Prewitt.
Hurry it up.
You're on fatigue detail, not vacation.
Come on, clean it up!
Clean it up yourself!
What?
You heard me.
Rub your own nose in it a while.
Prewitt, you know better than talk back
to a non-commissioned officer.
Yes, sir, but I've never liked being spit on,
not even by a non-commissioned officer.
You owe Sergeant Galovitch an apology.
I don't think so.
Sergeant Galovitch owes me an apology.
Corporal Peluso?
Have this man roll a full field pack,
extra shoes and helmet.
Take a bicycle and hike him up
to Kole Kole Pass and back.
- Then bring him to me.
- Yes, sir.
All right, Prewitt, leќs go.
Time!
Hold it a minute.
Go ahead and have a cigarette.
I don't like this any more than you do.
Thanks.
I take it you're ready to apologise
to Sergeant Galovitch now?
No, sir, I'm not.
Peluso, take him up there again.
Yes, sir. All right, Prewitt, leќs go.
You can't be decent to a man like that.
You have to treat him like an animal.
Sergeant, prepare court-martial papers.
Insubordination
to a non-commissioned officer.
Yes, sir.
Only, iќs a shame.
What is?
I was thinking,
too bad you'll lose a good middleweight.
I don't care.
I don't have to tolerate such insolence.
No, sir, you sure don't.
I'll prepare the papers then.
Trouble is,
even if he gets just three months...
...he'll still be in the stockade
for the boxing finals.
Do you see any other