FOXHOLE THERAPY
An Original Dark Comedy Pilot
Inspired by the world-building of WWII combat drama
CREATED BY [AUTHOR]
COLD OPEN
FADE IN:
EXT. NORMANDY COUNTRYSIDE — FRANCE — DAWN — 1944
Rain. Always the rain. A gray sky presses down on a gray field. A crumbling stone farmhouse sits at the edge of a tree line. Smoke rises from something that used to be a barn.
A title card appears:
“SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE. JUNE, 1944.”
A second title card appears beneath it:
"(Nobody knows exactly where. Including the Army.)"
INT. FOXHOLE — CONTINUOUS
Tight. Damp. Smells like old cheese and existential dread.
CORPORAL DENNIS FITCH, 28, sits with his knees pulled to his chest. He has the face of a man who was supposed to be an accountant — wire-rimmed glasses, a haircut that suggests a mother who loved him too much, a rifle he’s holding like it personally offends him. He’s talking. To no one. Or rather, to a small, water-damaged notebook.
FITCH (writing, muttering aloud) Day fourteen. The enemy has not attacked. We have not attacked. We have, however, been rained on continuously for six days. Private Kowalski ate his emergency chocolate ration on day one and has been emotionally compromised ever since.
A HEAD rises into frame beside him. This is PRIVATE FIRST CLASS JEROME “ROME” KOWALSKI, 22, built like a filing cabinet, face like a golden retriever who just heard a word he almost recognized. He’s chewing something.
KOWALSKI You writing about me again?
FITCH I’m keeping a field journal. It’s historical.
KOWALSKI Is it historical that I found half a chocolate bar in my left boot?
FITCH How long has it been in there?
KOWALSKI (chewing) Unclear.
FITCH stares at him. Writes something down.
FITCH (writing) Private Kowalski continues to demonstrate remarkable immunity to consequences.
From somewhere ABOVE the foxhole, a voice descends. It belongs to STAFF SERGEANT VIRGINIA “GINNY” CALHOUN, 34, who is crouched on the lip of the hole like a gargoyle, surveying the field with binoculars. She has the posture of someone who has never once in her life been comfortable, and has made peace with that.
CALHOUN Fitch. You see anything moving out by that hedgerow?
FITCH I see rain moving.
CALHOUN That’s not helpful.
FITCH Rain is never helpful. I’ve been saying that.
Calhoun drops into the foxhole with them. It is now extremely crowded.
CALHOUN Where’s Patel?
KOWALSKI He said he was going to go find out where we are.
CALHOUN We know where we are. We’re in France.
KOWALSKI He wanted more specifics.
Calhoun closes her eyes for exactly two seconds. This is her version of screaming.
CALHOUN Patel went out into an active combat zone to find a road sign.
KOWALSKI He brought his phrase book.
A BEAT. Then, from somewhere in the middle distance, a cheerful voice:
PATEL (O.S.) (calling back, too loud) Sergeant Calhoun! I found a sign! We are either three kilometers from Sainte-Mère-Église or I am reading this upside down!
Calhoun looks at Fitch. Fitch looks at Calhoun. Kowalski keeps chewing.
CALHOUN (calling back, through gritted teeth) Get back in the hole, Patel!
PATEL (O.S.) One moment! I want to check the other side!
A BURST of distant gunfire. Everyone ducks.
A beat of silence.
PATEL (O.S.) (still cheerful) Coming back now!
CORPORAL SURESH PATEL, 26, drops into the foxhole, slightly out of breath, holding a muddy road sign. He is the kind of handsome that seems almost inconsiderate given the circumstances — neat mustache, bright eyes, an expression of permanent delighted curiosity that has survived fourteen days in a foxhole through sheer force of personality.
PATEL (examining sign) Upside down. We are three kilometers from Sainte-Mère-Église. The good news is I found this.
He holds up a small, battered tin.
PATEL (CONT’D) PâtĂ© de campagne. Unopened. Practically gourmet.
Everyone stares at him.
KOWALSKI (immediately) I’ll trade you the rest of my boot chocolate.
CALHOUN Nobody is trading anything. Patel, you just walked through an active field to get a road sign and a can of pâté.
PATEL And information, Sergeant. We know where we are.
CALHOUN We knew where we were.
PATEL With confidence, though. This is new.
Calhoun turns to Fitch.
CALHOUN Write this down. Write down that this is what I’m working with.
FITCH (already writing) Already on it.
SMASH CUT TO:
TITLE CARD:
FOXHOLE THERAPY
The title appears in cheerful stenciled military font, then a bullet hole punches through the “O.”
ACT ONE
EXT. FOXHOLE / FIELD — MORNING
The rain has softened to a drizzle. Our four soldiers have emerged from the hole and are now crouched in a loose cluster behind a low stone wall. A farmhouse — miraculously intact — sits fifty yards ahead.
CALHOUN has a map. She’s looking at it the way people look at maps when the map has stopped being useful but they’re not ready to admit it.
CALHOUN Our orders are to link up with Baker Company at a position designated— (squinting) —“the mill.” Which is somewhere north of our current position.
FITCH How far north?
CALHOUN The map says two kilometers.
FITCH And what does the map say about the fact that there’s a river between us and north?
CALHOUN looks at the map.
CALHOUN The map says the river isn’t there.
FITCH And yet.
CALHOUN And yet.
KOWALSKI (helpfully) My uncle had a map like that. Led him straight into a lake.
PATEL Did he survive?
KOWALSKI He did not enjoy it.
CALHOUN We’re going to use the farmhouse as an observation point, figure out the best route to the crossing, and move out before 0900. Simple.
She stands.
FITCH When you say simple—
CALHOUN I mean in theory. Everything is simple in theory.
FITCH (writing) Everything is simple in theory. That should be on a plaque somewhere.
CALHOUN Fitch, if you don’t stop writing things down and start moving—
FITCH (snapping notebook shut) Moving. Yes. Absolutely.
EXT. FARMHOUSE — CONTINUOUS
They move in a crouch across the field. Calhoun leads. Kowalski is directly behind her, M-1 raised. Patel follows, carrying the road sign for reasons no one has addressed. Fitch brings up the rear, rifle in one hand, notebook tucked under his arm.
They reach the farmhouse wall. Calhoun signals: halt. She eases around to the door.
She raises three fingers. Two. One.
She kicks the door open.
INT. FARMHOUSE — CONTINUOUS
A kitchen. Stone floor, rough wooden table, fireplace. And sitting at the table, eating soup with a spoon, is PRIVATE FIRST CLASS ELEANOR “ELLIE” MARSH, 25.
She looks up.
They all stare at each other.
MARSH Oh thank God. I’ve been in here for two days.
ELEANOR MARSH is small, compact, and radiates the energy of someone who has solved a great many problems by refusing to acknowledge they were problems. She has a bandage on her left hand, a Thompson submachine gun across her knees, and a bowl of something steaming in front of her.
CALHOUN Who are you?
MARSH Marsh. Eleanor Marsh. Private First Class. I got separated from Dog Company during the withdrawal three days ago.
CALHOUN Dog Company withdrew?
MARSH Enthusiastically, yes. I didn’t get the memo in time. Sat down to fix my boot lace, looked up, and everyone was gone.
KOWALSKI (looking at the soup) What are you eating?
MARSH Soup.
KOWALSKI What kind?
MARSH The kind made from things I found in a French farmhouse. You want some?
KOWALSKI (immediately) Yes.
CALHOUN We don’t have time to—
KOWALSKI (already sitting) For morale, Sergeant. Hot food is critical for morale.
Calhoun looks at Fitch.
FITCH (sitting down) He’s not wrong. There’s actually a regulation about that.
CALHOUN There is absolutely not a regulation about—
PATEL (sitting down) I’ll have a small bowl. Thank you, Private Marsh.
CALHOUN stands alone at the door. She looks out at the field. She looks back at her squad eating soup.
She sits down.
CALHOUN (quietly) Fine. Ten minutes.
MARSH (ladling soup) There’s bread, too. Well. It was bread. Now it’s more of a concept.
INT. FARMHOUSE — MOMENTS LATER
They eat. For a moment, almost peaceful.
FITCH How’d you hurt your hand?
MARSH Knife. Trying to open that pâté tin I found.
Everyone looks at Patel. Patel looks at the tin in his pocket.
PATEL I found this in the field.
MARSH I left it in the field when I heard shooting.
A beat.
PATEL (sliding the tin across the table) I believe this is yours.
MARSH Thank you.
She opens it with practiced ease. Everyone watches.
KOWALSKI How’d you do that so fast?
MARSH I used the right tool.
KOWALSKI What’s the right tool?
MARSH (producing a small knife) This one.
Kowalski nods, deeply respectful.
CALHOUN Marsh. Dog Company. Were they heading to the mill?
MARSH The mill? No. Last I heard, the mill was compromised. German signals unit set up there two days ago.
Silence.
CALHOUN Baker Company is supposed to be at the mill.
MARSH Baker Company might not know about the signals unit.
FITCH Or Baker Company knows and didn’t tell us.
CALHOUN Or our orders are wrong.
FITCH (writing) The orders are wrong. This is the first time this has happened.
CALHOUN Don’t write that sarcastically.
FITCH I write everything with the same pencil. The sarcasm is implied.
CALHOUN stands, spreading the map on the table.
CALHOUN Okay. New situation. Baker Company may be walking into a German signals post. We need to warn them or intercept them before they reach the mill. Marsh, you’re with us now.
MARSH I was going to suggest that.
CALHOUN What do you know about the route?
MARSH The river crossing at the north ford is clear. I checked it this morning.
CALHOUN You went to the river?
MARSH I was bored.
CALHOUN stares at her.
MARSH (CONT’D) I left a note. On the table. In case anyone came.
FITCH looks. There is, indeed, a small note on the corner of the table:
FITCH (reading) “Gone to river. Back by 0800. Soup on the fire. Help yourself. — E. Marsh.”
He shows it to Calhoun.
CALHOUN (long pause) You left a note.
MARSH I was raised right.
A BEAT. Then, from outside, the distinct and unmistakable sound of a German half-track rumbling somewhere close. Everyone freezes.
Calhoun moves to the window. Peers out.
ACT ONE END BEAT:
Through the rain-streaked glass: a GERMAN HALF-TRACK is parked at the far edge of the field. Two GERMAN SOLDIERS are climbing out. One of them is pointing directly at the farmhouse.
CALHOUN (quiet, controlled) We have company.
She looks at her squad. Her squad looks back at her.
KOWALSKI Can I finish my soup?
CALHOUN grabs her rifle.
CALHOUN No.
ACT TWO
INT. FARMHOUSE — CONTINUOUS
The five of them press against the interior walls on either side of the windows. Calhoun is at the front door. Marsh is at the side window. Fitch and Kowalski are behind the table. Patel is at the back window.
PATEL (whispering) I count two. Possibly three if there’s someone in the vehicle.
CALHOUN (whispering) What are they doing?
PATEL (peering carefully) One of them appears to be consulting a map.
A pause.
FITCH (whispering) Their map is probably also wrong.
CALHOUN (whispering) Fitch—
FITCH (whispering) Just saying. It’s a universal problem.
MARSH (whispering) They’re heading toward the farmhouse. Slowly. Like they’re not sure anyone’s here.
CALHOUN Okay. We don’t fire unless I give the word. We don’t know their strength. We don’t know if there are more in the vehicle. And we do not— (looking at Kowalski) —do anything without a signal.
KOWALSKI (whispering, hurt) When have I ever done something without a signal?
Everyone looks at him.
KOWALSKI (CONT’D) The thing with the grenade was a misunderstanding.
MARSH (whispering) What thing with the grenade?
FITCH (whispering) It’s in the journal. Day eight.
The footsteps outside grow louder. Calhoun holds up her hand. Everyone goes rigid.
The footsteps stop.
A KNOCK at the door.
Everyone stares at the door.
Another KNOCK.
Then, in accented but comprehensible English:
GERMAN VOICE (O.S.) Hello? Is someone in this building? We are— we are lost. We need to know where is the road to—
A second German voice, hissing in German, apparently telling the first one to shut up.
The five Americans look at each other.
KOWALSKI (mouthing) They’re lost?
FITCH (mouthing) Don’t.
KOWALSKI opens his mouth. CALHOUN makes a sharp, violent cutting gesture.
A long silence.
Then footsteps retreating.
PATEL peeks out the back window.
PATEL (whispering) They’re going back to the vehicle. They’re… arguing.
CALHOUN (whispering) About what?
PATEL (whispering) I don’t speak German. But the one with the map is very upset about the map.
FITCH starts laughing. Silently. His whole body shaking. CALHOUN grabs his arm.
CALHOUN (mouthing) Stop it.
FITCH nods, still shaking silently.
PATEL (whispering) They’re getting back in. They’re… driving away. North.
A beat. Then another beat.
MARSH (normal voice) North.
Everyone looks at her.
MARSH (CONT’D) They’re heading north. Toward the mill.
CALHOUN stands upright.
CALHOUN They’re going to the signals unit.
MARSH Or they’re going to Baker Company’s position.
FITCH Or they’re as lost as we are and they’ll end up in a ditch somewhere.
CALHOUN We can’t count on the ditch option.
FITCH I know. I just wanted to say it.
CALHOUN (to the group) We move. Now. We follow at distance, we get ahead of them if we can, and we warn Baker Company. Marsh, you know the terrain?
MARSH Better than your map does.
CALHOUN You’re on point.
MARSH Obviously.
KOWALSKI (grabbing his bowl) Can I bring the—
CALHOUN Leave the soup.
KOWALSKI (setting it down, devastated) She’s going to go cold.
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE — MOVING — DAY
The five of them move through the hedgerow country — the dense, ancient bocage of Normandy. MARSH leads with quiet confidence. CALHOUN is directly behind her. Then PATEL. Then FITCH. KOWALSKI takes the rear, still casting mournful looks back toward the farmhouse.
FITCH moves up alongside PATEL.
FITCH (low) You think Baker Company is actually at the mill?
PATEL (low) I think Baker Company is wherever Baker Company thinks the mill is. Which may or may not be where the mill actually is.
FITCH That’s very philosophical.
PATEL I was a philosophy student. Before.
FITCH Before the war?
PATEL Before I realized philosophy students don’t get paid.
A beat.
FITCH What made you join up?
PATEL I believed in something.
FITCH What?
PATEL (thinking) That things should be better than they are. You?
FITCH My mother signed the form.
PATEL looks at him.
FITCH (CONT’D) I was twenty-six. She still signed my forms.
PATEL Did she know what the form was?
FITCH She knew it involved travel. She was very supportive of travel.
EXT. RIVER FORD — DAY
A shallow crossing. Rocky. Fast-moving but passable. MARSH wades in first, testing depth, then waves them across.
They cross in a ragged line. KOWALSKI goes in up to his thighs and makes a face.
KOWALSKI (through gritted teeth) Cold. Very cold.
CALHOUN Quiet.
KOWALSKI I’m just noting it for—
CALHOUN Quiet.
They emerge on the other bank, dripping. MARSH is already scanning the treeline ahead.
MARSH (low) The mill is another eight hundred meters. Through those trees, then open ground.
CALHOUN What’s the open ground like?
MARSH Open.
CALHOUN Cover?
MARSH Some. Old stone walls. An orchard.
CALHOUN nods.
CALHOUN We work through the orchard to the wall. From there we can see the mill and signal Baker Company if they’re in position.
MARSH And if the German half-track got there first?
CALHOUN looks at her.
CALHOUN Then we figure it out.
MARSH That’s your plan? “Figure it out?”
CALHOUN That’s the second half of every plan. The first half just gets you to the second half.
MARSH considers this.
MARSH That’s terrible.
CALHOUN Yes.
EXT. ORCHARD — DAY
They move through rows of apple trees, wet and heavy with unripe fruit. The mill is visible in the distance — an old stone building beside a stream, its wheel still turning slowly.
CALHOUN raises her fist. They stop.
Through the trees: the German half-track is parked in front of the mill. The two German soldiers are outside it. And they are — apparently — having an argument with two other men in American uniforms.
FITCH (low) Is that—
CALHOUN Baker Company.
KOWALSKI Why aren’t they shooting?
MARSH peers through her rifle scope.
MARSH Because the Germans appear to be… surrendering.
A beat.
PATEL Voluntarily?
MARSH They’ve got their hands up. The one with the map is crying.
FITCH starts laughing again. Same silent full-body shake.
CALHOUN (staring) They surrendered to Baker Company.
MARSH The ones who were looking for directions.
KOWALSKI So they found someone to help them.
CALHOUN They found someone to take them prisoner.
KOWALSKI Same thing, kind of.
CALHOUN watches for another long moment.
CALHOUN Where’s the signals unit? The mill should have—
MARSH is scanning.
MARSH I don’t see any signals equipment. No antenna. No cables.
PATEL Perhaps the intelligence about the signals unit was also wrong.
FITCH (writing) The intelligence was wrong. This is the second time—
CALHOUN (sharply) Don’t.
FITCH (stopping) Right.
CALHOUN stands. She straightens her jacket. She steps out of the treeline.
EXT. MILL — CONTINUOUS
The Baker Company soldiers — SERGEANT FIRST CLASS HAROLD BRIGGS, 40, a man built like a question mark, all skepticism and angles — looks up as Calhoun emerges from the orchard with her squad.
BRIGGS Calhoun? Sergeant Virginia Calhoun?
CALHOUN Briggs. You’re alive.
BRIGGS More or less. Who are all these people?
CALHOUN My squad. And a stray.
MARSH waves.
BRIGGS We’ve been waiting here for two hours. You were supposed to be here at 0700.
CALHOUN We were delayed.
BRIGGS By what?
CALHOUN looks back at her squad. FITCH with his notebook. KOWALSKI wringing river water from his jacket. PATEL examining the German soldiers’ map with polite interest. MARSH already eating pâtĂ© from the tin with her small knife.
CALHOUN Various things.
BRIGGS looks at the German soldiers, who are sitting on the ground looking exhausted and relieved.
BRIGGS These two showed up twenty minutes ago. Just drove right up and got out with their hands up. The one with the map keeps apologizing.
CALHOUN What for?
BRIGGS I don’t know. We don’t have a translator.
PATEL looks up from the German map.
PATEL I speak a little German. Shall I?
Everyone looks at him.
PATEL (CONT’D) I told you. Before philosophy, I studied languages.
He walks over to the German soldiers. Crouches down. Speaks carefully in German. The GERMAN SOLDIER with the map responds at length — emotional, gesturing.
PATEL listens. Nods. Stands.
PATEL (CONT’D) He says they’ve been lost since Tuesday. He says the map they were given is completely incorrect. He says he is very sorry for any inconvenience they may have caused and he would like to know if there is somewhere warm they can sit.
A long silence.
KOWALSKI (to Calhoun) Lost since Tuesday. Like us.
CALHOUN We weren’t lost.
KOWALSKI We didn’t know where we were.
CALHOUN That’s different.
FITCH (writing) It’s really not.
CALHOUN turns to Briggs.
CALHOUN What are your orders?
BRIGGS Consolidate at the mill, hold until relieved, and wait for further instructions.
CALHOUN When do the further instructions arrive?
BRIGGS (long pause) They didn’t say.
CALHOUN nods slowly.
CALHOUN Of course they didn’t.
She looks at the mill. At her squad. At the two German prisoners. At Briggs.
CALHOUN (CONT’D) All right. We hold here. Fitch, Kowalski — perimeter check, north and east. Marsh — get up high, find us some eyes on the road. Patel—
PATEL Yes, Sergeant?
CALHOUN Find out if the Germans know anything useful about what’s north of here.
PATEL (cheerfully) I’ll ask politely.
He goes. CALHOUN stands alone for a moment. She looks at the mill wheel, turning and turning in the stream.
FITCH appears at her elbow.
FITCH You okay?
CALHOUN I’m fine.
FITCH You’re doing the thing with your jaw.
CALHOUN What thing?
FITCH The clenching thing. You do it when things are worse than you’re saying.
A beat.
CALHOUN The signals unit isn’t here.
FITCH I know.
CALHOUN Which means either the intelligence was wrong—
FITCH —or the signals unit moved.
CALHOUN And if it moved—
FITCH Then it’s somewhere else.
CALHOUN Somewhere we don’t know about.
FITCH (quiet) Yeah.
CALHOUN looks north.
CALHOUN Something’s happening up there. I can feel it.
FITCH (writing) Sergeant Calhoun has a feeling. This is the moment everything gets worse.
CALHOUN Why do you write everything down?
FITCH (honest) Because someday someone’s going to want to know what it was actually like. Not the version in the official reports. The actual version.
CALHOUN looks at him.
CALHOUN The actual version is four people in a hole eating boot chocolate.
FITCH (small smile) Exactly.
A BEAT. Then MARSH’s voice from the top of the mill:
MARSH (O.S.) (urgent but controlled) Sergeant Calhoun. You need to come up here.
CALHOUN and FITCH look at each other.
CALHOUN (calling up) What do you see?
MARSH (O.S.) A lot of vehicles. Moving south. Toward us.
Beat.
MARSH (O.S.) (CONT’D) And Sergeant? They’re ours.
CALHOUN frowns.
MARSH (O.S.) (CONT’D) But they’re moving like they’re being chased.
THE TWIST: From the top of the mill, MARSH is looking through her scope at a column of American vehicles — trucks, jeeps, a half-track — moving fast and south. And behind them, barely visible in the gray distance, is something much larger.
MARSH (O.S.) (CONT’D) (voice dropping) Sergeant. Whatever’s up there… it’s a lot bigger than a signals unit.
CALHOUN stands very still.
The mill wheel keeps turning.
ACT TWO END BEAT:
From the north: the faint but growing sound of artillery. Not one gun. Many guns. And beneath that sound, something else — a deep, rhythmic percussion, like thunder that doesn’t stop.
CALHOUN turns to BRIGGS.
CALHOUN How many men do you have?
BRIGGS (slow) Fourteen. Plus your people.
CALHOUN And Baker Company’s orders are to hold this position.
BRIGGS Until relieved. Yes.
CALHOUN looks at the road. Looks at her squad. Looks at the two German prisoners, who have heard the artillery and are looking north with expressions of pure dread.
CALHOUN (quietly) Nobody told us what was coming.
BRIGGS No.
CALHOUN Nobody told us anything.
BRIGGS (wry, grim) Welcome to the Army, Sergeant.
FITCH writes something in his notebook. He caps his pencil. He looks up.
FITCH (to himself) Day fourteen.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
TAG
INT. MILL — NIGHT
The artillery has stopped. Or moved. Hard to tell.
The mill’s interior is rough stone and old timber. Lanterns. Fourteen Baker Company soldiers are settled in corners and against walls. CALHOUN’s squad has claimed a spot near the old millstone.
KOWALSKI is asleep sitting up, snoring very gently. PATEL is cross-legged on the floor, apparently teaching the younger of the two German prisoners — PRIVATE HEINZ VOGEL, 19, terrified eyes, still clutching his useless map — a card game. MARSH is cleaning her Thompson with the focused serenity of someone who finds this genuinely soothing.
FITCH sits with his notebook. He writes by the light of a small lantern.
CALHOUN sits beside him. She’s not sleeping. She’s staring at nothing.
FITCH (writing, murmuring) Night fourteen. We are at the mill. The mill does not appear to be a German signals post. This is good. On the other hand, something large is happening to the north and no one has told us what it is. This is the normal situation.
He pauses. Looks at Calhoun.
FITCH (CONT’D) Can I ask you something?
CALHOUN You’re going to write it down either way.
FITCH That’s true. First night you were in the field. Were you scared?
CALHOUN looks at him.
CALHOUN I thought I was going to be scared stiff.
FITCH But?
CALHOUN But there wasn’t time. There’s never time to be scared the way you imagine you’ll be scared. The scared you imagine is very dramatic. Very cinematic. The actual scared is just… noise. And mud. And trying to remember what you’re supposed to do.
FITCH (writing) The actual scared is noise and mud.
CALHOUN Don’t put that in there.
FITCH It’s good.
CALHOUN It’s embarrassing.
FITCH The best stuff always is.
A beat. MARSH looks up from her Thompson.
MARSH For what it’s worth — my first night, I cried into my canteen for forty-five minutes.
A pause.
MARSH (CONT’D) Then I drank it by accident.
FITCH and CALHOUN stare at her.
MARSH (CONT’D) (back to cleaning) It was not my finest hour.
PATEL, without looking up from his card game:
PATEL My first night, I wrote a very long letter home explaining that everything was fine.
FITCH Was it fine?
PATEL It was extremely not fine. But I was very convincing.
KOWALSKI snorts in his sleep. Shifts. Settles.
CALHOUN looks at all of them. Her squad. Her people.
CALHOUN (very quietly, to Fitch) Write this down.
FITCH (pen ready) Okay.
CALHOUN Whatever’s coming from the north—
FITCH Yeah.
CALHOUN We’re going to need to know who’s actually out there before we can do anything about it.
FITCH And if we can’t find out?
CALHOUN (standing, looking north through the mill’s narrow window) Then we figure it out.
FITCH writes it down.
Outside, in the dark, the GERMAN PRISONER — young Heinz Vogel — is looking at his map. He turns it upside down. Then right-side up. Then he folds it very carefully and puts it in his pocket.
He looks at Patel.
VOGEL (halting English) Your… card game. I think I understand now.
PATEL (laying down a card) Everyone does. Eventually.
He wins the hand.
VOGEL stares at his cards.
VOGEL (quietly) I also thought I would be scared stiff. My first night.
PATEL looks at him. Nods.
PATEL And?
VOGEL (small, exhausted smile) And here I am. Losing cards. In a mill. In France.
PATEL considers this.
PATEL Same. Except I’m winning.
The mill wheel turns outside. The lantern flickers. Everyone is still.
FITCH writes one last line. We push in on the page:
“Day Fourteen. We don’t know what’s coming. We never do. But there are five of us now, and the soup was good, and Patel knows cards, and Calhoun knows how to stand up straight even when the ground isn’t. That might be enough. It has to be.”
He closes the notebook.
FADE TO BLACK.
END CARD:
“FOXHOLE THERAPY”
will continue.
FADE OUT.
END OF PILOT
“FOXHOLE THERAPY” — PILOT — “DAY FOURTEEN”
Written by [Author]
SERIES REGULAR CHARACTERS: STAFF SERGEANT VIRGINIA “GINNY” CALHOUN CORPORAL DENNIS FITCH PRIVATE FIRST CLASS JEROME “ROME” KOWALSKI CORPORAL SURESH PATEL PRIVATE FIRST CLASS ELEANOR “ELLIE” MARSH
RECURRING: SERGEANT FIRST CLASS HAROLD BRIGGS PRIVATE HEINZ VOGEL
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Combat (1962) (8 memories)
- Combat (1962) - S04E29 - A Sudden Terror (part 10/27): “I thought I was going to be scared stiff on my first night. I thought I was going to be scared stiff on my first night. I thought I was going to be sc…”
- Combat (1962) - S02E25 - What Are the Bugles Blowin’ For (copy 3): “[Combat (1962)] the way things are. And the bullets, more than plenty. The good guys at sunrise, weekday mornings, starting at 6:5 Central. Skating fo…”
- Combat (1962) - S02E26 - What Are the Bugles Blowin’ For (copy 2): “I was worried they would captain would come for him….”
- Combat (1962) - S04E20 - Counterplay (part 7/12): “On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your feet. On your fe…”
- Combat (1962) - S04E16 - The Raider (part 3/19): “There’s animals dying and dogs being left in full sun without the shade, without fresh water. They’re just so thirsty and they’re suffering. Will you…”
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Military Aviation History (1 memories)
- Episode 12: “But the question is also, could they have done anything else? And this is where things start getting interesting. Because on the way from Britain, if…”
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