SCRIPT
This into comes from the Original Screenplay by David Webb Peoples, based on
the comic book character by Bob Kanigher
The soldiers move ominously from house to house while a nazi officer,
speaking in crude Italian, questions a peasant woman in her doorway, her
children clinging in terror to her skirts, their eyes on the towering nazi,
whose face is lost in shadows...
NAZI OFFICER
Americans? Where?
PEASANT WOMAN
No, no. Not here.
NAZI OFFICER
Where? How far? How many kilometers?
The children cringe in horror as the nazi officer grabs the woman roughly by
the arm, shaking her.
PEASANT WOMAN
I don't know!
(pointing south)
That way I think. Five kilometers maybe.
NAZI OFFICER
You're lying, you wop whore, I don't believe you!
A VOICE (in German)
Excuse me, sir.
The Nazi officer turns to see a hulking nazi corporal approaching him from
the shadows, his face lost in the gloom.
NAZI OFFICER (in German)
What is it, Corporal? You're supposed to be watching the perimeter...
CORPORAL (in German)
A message, sir. By courier... from the Fuhrer himself
NAZI OFFICER (in German)
What? What are you talking about?
The corporal moves closer, his face still shadowed, his voice apologetic as
the officer glares suspiciously...
CORPORAL (in German)
The Fuhrer says there's been a mistake, we're not the master race! He says we're a
bunch of perverted fools.
As the nazie officer stares in flabbergasted disbelief, the corporal embraces him
fiercely, yanking a nine inch knife blade upward from the nazi officer's gut,
ripping him open, spattering blood on the astonished peasant woman and her children.
As the nazi officer slumps to the ground, the big nazi corporal turns on the dumbfounded
peasant woman and shoves her and her children inside the house. His word are English
this time...
CORPORAL
Inside! Presto! Hurry, inside!
As he turns his attention back to the street, we glimpse the corporal's face for the first
time... unshaven, scarred, tough and battle worn... the face of war! This is Sergeant Rock,
a thirty year old American soldier of German descent disguised for the moment as a German
Corporal.
Twenty yards away, in the street, two nazi soldiers are just noticing the shadowy body
of the officer slumped on the cobbles in front of the darkened doorway...
Rock opens up with an automatic weapon, a grease gun.
RATTA RATTA RATTA RATTA!
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