The woman left Raine's tent. She was blinded by the early morning's light. It was about eight in the morning. "Ugh. My head is killing me." She walked, more like stumbling, along the rows of tent, trailing her fingers alongside. She started humming Sousa's "With Pleasure" when she ran into someone. "Oh", she stopped humming and took a step back to see who she ran into.

It was Donny.

He was wearing a white wife beater, with brown pants that was being held up by brown suspenders. He had a rather large smirk on his face, showing that he was glad to have her run into him. He had his hair combed and done and it smelled like he had just taken a bath.

"I am so sorry, Donny, for causing you physical, emotional, and/or mental harm that may have happened as a result of me bumping into you. I hope that one day you can forgive me for this error, but 'to err is human, to forgive divine.'"

"Are you okay? You seem a bit off", Donny chuckled and grabbed Natalie by her arm, to balance herself.

"Well, I'm a tad drunk—just a smidge though—and I have a splintering headache. I'm also starving; mad-raving hunger running about in my stomach", the woman said, "Do you know where I might find some food? I'd go hunting myself, but I don't really think a tree would make a good breakfast."

Donny slowly sat Natalie down on the leafy ground. She sat there, looking like a baby, the posture, the expression, and the mindset of a baby. "I'm going to go get you a cup of coffee and some bread."

"…'And two hard boiled eggs'…" Natalie said, her left arm behind her, supporting her, with her legs out, spread apart.

"Sure", Donny said, glancing at her before walking away.

Natalie sighed and shook her head. She wasn't drunk, just a bit buzzed though, but not enough that would warrant this behavior. She was only acting like this to further prove that Raine and her had passed out, drinking wine. It would also give her the chance to eavesdrop on the Basterds.

She heard some movement from the tent diagonal from her. She laid down on the ground and started singing the Anvil Chorus from the opera "Il Trovatore", in her operatic voice. At the part where the anvils join in, Natalie tapped out the part on her thighs, while still singing.

She heard footsteps next to her and felt a presence above her. She looked up, blinded momentary by the sun. "Vhat is that you singing?"

Natalie covered her eyes with the back of her hand. The glare was gone and she saw Hugo Stiglitz. "What's your face; never thought I'd hear you speak. And it's the Italian opera "Il Trovatore"."

"Vhy are you on the ground?"

"Ah, my second honest serving man. I'm drunk, hungry, and have a god-awful headache, so the usual."

"You need food?"

"Donny should be returning with some coffee and bread any moment now." And at that instant, Donny came walking behind Stiglitz with a cup, some pieces of bread and "meat". "Thanks", Natalie said to Donny, as she sat up, taking the coffee. She drank some before spitting it out, forcefully, startling Stiglitz and Donny. "This coffee sucks more than Christine Bacon!" she spat out, wiping the remaining coffee off her mouth. "Are you English or somethin'?" Natalie stuck a piece of bread in her mouth and brusquely tore a piece off.

"I don't believe so."

"'Course not, you're from Italian descent, how drunk am I?" Natalie looked behind her at an imaginary figure.

Raine emerged from his tent, putting the last black suspender over a white button up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. "Where are the men, Donowitz?"

"About to go in formation, sir", Donny said slowly.

"Damn right."

Donny yelled and shouted for the men to get in formation, Stiglitz getting into formation, Raine waiting for his men to get in formation, and Natalie, in the background, passed out on the ground, her arms sprayed open and her mouth open, a few feet away from the formation. "Alright, men, we're moving. Going to a place called Laaaavone", he told the men once they had lined up, at attention. Raine has said the beginning of the town too long, "which is crawling with fucking Nazis. Outside of the town is a POW factory that builds tanks, cars, weapons, and aircraft. This little lady", he points to Natalie, still passed out with her tank top riding up, baring her flat stomach; the men glance at her, a few of them having a look of skepticism, embarrassment, and contempt, "will lead the assault on the town and factory, ending with the factory going down in flames. We'll then take the POWs to the village of Mimieux, on the coast of France, by trucks. Sound good?"

"Yes sir!"

"Just imagine it boys", Raine started to walk down the line of men; "We'll be one step closer to victory, to justice!" Raine stopped at the end of the line—at Utivich—and said, "Truthfully speaking, I want this war to be over."

And at that moment, Natalie stood up, Chaplin-esque style, and said, in a clear, dignified voice, that showed no sign of her drunkenness, "'Sir, I say that justice is truth in action'", she started to walk around, her hand near her chin, like she had a pipe in her mouth, "Gentlemen, not only will we be one step closer to victory, but one step nearer to the end of this horrible war not for us, but for our children and our children's children!" Natalie stopped walking and rubbed the line of her jaw. "You see, it is my job, my whole family's job, to keep the peace around the world, sorta like police officers. It just so happens that we're on the Allied side. And our aim? As Churchill said, it can be answer in one word, victory. 'Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.'" She started walking again, "And, yes, gentlemen—boys—girls—, we do have to be in this town of Lavone in six days, but, before you protest, 'One always has time enough, if one will apply it well'". Natalie breathed through her nose and gazed past the formation of men, and then said, "I'm going to go make some coffee that doesn't taste like shit", she glanced at Donny.

"That coffee is fine!" Donny yelled at Natalie.

"No! That coffee should be banned by the Geneva convention!"