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About 200 yards.
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- Baron. Isn't that a German rifle?
- Yeah. You know it?
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I know it. Where were
you during the war?
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All the way from the Kasserine Pass.
I won a Silver Star. Where were you?
1:01:21
Normandy to the Elbe by way of the
Bulge. You get up into Germany?
1:01:25
No. Bet you were one of those big shot
guys with the gold bar on the shoulder.
1:01:29
No, no I was a corporal.
How about you?
1:01:32
- Corporal? I made sergeant.
- You didn't like officers?
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Officers, big shots. Yes sir,
no sir, salute sir. Big shots.
1:01:42
- You don't like big shots?
- Not when you're bigger, sheriff.
1:01:46
I killed more Jerries than
any five officers put together.
1:01:50
I did some pretty good chopping
in the war. Pretty good.
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Like I said before,
you're a born killer. That's all.
1:01:56
Yeah, they taught me how and I liked it.
Ha, my C.O. Used to stand there
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and shake
like a leaf while I chopped.
1:02:03
If more guys like me had to...
1:02:04
Tell me one thing, Baron.
How come you missed Germany?
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They sent me home,
my tour was finished.
1:02:10
Your tour? In the infantry?
Are you kiddin'?
1:02:14
You finish your tour in the infantry
when they plant you in a box.
1:02:17
- Tour! That was for the air corp.
- Turn it off.
1:02:20
- Yeah, you probably went over the hill.
- I said, turn if off.
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You know, Baron, you got the yard look.
You look yard bird to me.
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I'm tellin' you, sheriff. Turn it off.
1:02:27
Big shot with the yard birds,
eh? Come on now, tell me.
1:02:30
Where were you court-martialled?
What was it for? Rape?
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No, not rape. Killing,
that's what you like, killing.
1:02:37
Maybe shooting down
unarmed PW's.
1:02:39
Sit down and shut up.
1:02:41
Ah, but by golly you got away with it.
So... I got it. Section eight.
1:02:47
You went out on a section eight.
Section eight.
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Psycho in charge of killing, eh?
You know, I knew guys like you.
1:02:54
Killing was sweet.
Rather kill a man than love a girl.
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- A real kick. A thrill with the guts.
- Stop it, Tod. Stop it.