WarHunt (2022) Movie Script
[dramatic orchestral music]
[dramatic music]
[somber piano music]
[soft guitar music]
[dramatic violin music]
[plane engine roars]
[thunder cracks]
[crows screech]
[Pilot] What the hell is that?
[booming]
[Soldier] What's going on?
[alarm buzzes]
Port side engine's on fire.
Go back to your seat.
[tense music]
Controls aren't responding.
- [crows screech]
- [men shout]
Brace for impact!
[soldiers scream]
[eerie music]
At 0130, a C-47,
alongside its 10-man crew,
disappeared 80 miles
south of Stuttgart.
[brakes squeal]
So...
We've been tasked
with checking it out.
- Hey, get the gear.
- Move out.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Korsky, Hoyte,
Gardner, Castle, move.
[Taft] Get to work.
Simms, rear!
[Taft] Hey, we found
some clips of Swedish...
[Brewer] Everyone else,
keep your goddamn ears open.
- Vehicle, six o'clock!
- [engine hums]
[guns cock]
Easy, Sergeant.
Fuck.
Son of a fucking...
Major Johnson.
What a surprise.
I was told you were
running operations
from a chateau
outside of Reims, sir.
Yeah, well, I guess
I got a little tired
of eating frog legs
and foie gras.
Well, I just hope you didn't
make the drive in vain, sir.
[Soldier] Hey, come on.
You know, Sergeant,
a conductor needs to just
come to the orchestra pit
for some time.
You know, from time
to time, brother.
Mm.
Yeah, but this ain't no opera,
and these ain't no violins.
They just happen to make
sweet music of their own.
[Soldier] Come on, you think you
could pick it up a little?
Well, I think it's time I
introduce you to someone.
Walsh is an old pupil of
mine from back in Texas.
He's also quite literally
the only man for the job.
I got 12 men already,
and you know 13
ain't a lucky number.
[chuckles]
You know that plane went
down behind enemy lines,
and it was carrying
sensitive material.
And Walsh is going to be
riding with you to retrieve it.
My team doesn't need outside
help recovering cargo, sir.
Disobeying orders.
That's a court martial offense.
Yeah, but if I'm in jail,
who's gonna do your
dirty work, huh?
It's nice to see
you haven't changed.
[Brewer laughs]
It's great catching up,
Sergeant.
It's always such a
pleasure to see you.
Well, but as you know,
time is of the essence.
- [soldier grunts]
- Watch your step.
[soldiers chatter]
[sighs]
Come here.
[Soldier] Don't just stand
around, we got work, man.
You ever whacked any Jerries?
Depends on your definition
of whacked, sir.
[chuckles] Christ, just keeps
getting better and better.
[sighs]
All right, listen up, boys.
We're gonna find that wreckage
and we're gonna
patch up who we can,
and we're gonna let this
guy sift through the rest.
Let's move out!
[Soldier] Keep moving,
come on, hey.
[foreboding music]
You know, when we
were at Marseilles,
I pulled Brewer
from a burning APC.
Two of his men were
still trapped inside.
Bastards, they were screaming,
and before I could get to them,
a Stuka swooped
down out of nowhere,
and well, what can I say,
there was nothing left but
a crater where they'd been.
Brewer still despises me
for it.
He'd rather die a
thousand deaths himself
than lose a single damn soldier.
That's the kind of man he is.
And I'll tell you what, I sure
wish we had more like him.
[Brewer] All right, all right,
waterproof your gear,
we're taking the scenic route.
[Korsky] Yes, Sarge.
All right, wait,
fuck, just wait.
Come on, get those
tubs and a whetstone.
Walsh, tell me.
What makes this sensitive
material so special they need a,
an entire squad dedicated to it?
I don't ask about what
they send me to retrieve.
- And why is that?
- Keep moving, come on.
Well, if I'm captured, that
way it's impossible for them
to get anything out of me,
no matter how much
they torture me.
- [thunder cracks]
- [rain pours]
[Soldier] Come on, hurry up.
[soldiers chatter]
- [soldiers shout orders]
- [plane engine rumbles]
This just arrived
from command, sir.
Let's have some
coffee first, huh?
[Soldier] Sir, yes sir.
[soldiers shout orders]
[tense music]
- Quit moving around!
- Flatten it out!
[crow caws loudly]
We'll search this quad first.
Make our way to high ground.
All right.
Then scan from there.
I wanna find this
crash site before nightfall.
Come on, let's move out.
[tense music]
Oh, shit.
Well, you certainly know you're
back in the thick of things
when the lukewarm dirt
passes for coffee.
Listen, this operation's
been designated top secret.
Anything you hear or see
from this point forward
is not to leave this tent.
You get my drift?
Yes, sir.
Understood, sir.
I'm curious, though.
You have some of the best
surveyors in the world
at your disposal.
Why bring me in?
Well, I hear your
German is impeccable.
My PhD thesis was
on dialect diversity
of ancient Germanic tribes.
Well then, let's put it
to the test, shall we?
[airplane engine buzzes]
I want you to listen up.
Our codebreaker's been
analyzing a transmission
recorded by OSS.
[man speaking foreign language]
Okay.
Right here,
what are they saying?
Just a bunch of
random numbers, sir.
[Johnson] No, no, no, no.
The voice in the
background, the woman.
I will play it at a half speed.
[slowed speech]
Sounds like...
Sounds like Baum des Lebens.
Baum des Lebens,
what does that mean?
Tree of life.
[foreboding music]
Tree of life.
Sarge.
Sarge, can I wipe
my ass with this
when we run out of toilet paper?
[insects buzz]
Did our guys do it?
No way.
SAS, maybe.
The Brits wouldn't do
this, or the French,
and the Russians
ain't this far west.
Luger, nine millimeter.
Krauts did this to their own?
I bet these men were deserters.
You know what I say?
The Krauts start killing Krauts,
sit back and enjoy
the fireworks.
[tense music]
Taft.
Let the Jerry rot in peace.
[guns fire]
Take cover!
[suspenseful music]
Don't worry, it's okay to
piss yourself the first time!
Korsky!
Go.
[Korsky] Thoretti!
Cover fire!
- Go, get in there.
- Go!
[guns fire]
[Soldier] Clear!
[tense music]
Gardner.
Ask him how many
are still out there.
[speaking foreign language]
Hey, easy, man, easy.
Can I look?
[crow caws loudly]
[speaks foreign language]
[Carboni] Come on, boy,
speak English.
Shell shock due
to severe trauma.
I've seen this before.
Beat him all you want,
he ain't saying a word.
Yeah, he shoots well
for severe trauma.
Get him up, he's coming with us.
Sergeant?
What's the problem, Walsh?
Forget to get shot?
[solemn music]
[grunting]
I hope you get over
your trauma soon,
you limey son of a bitch.
Sure it's wise to
take him with us?
I'll find a use for him.
He'll give away our position
first chance he gets.
You just worry about that
plane we need to find, huh?
[foreboding music]
[whistles]
[crow caws]
You and Rucker check it out.
[tense music]
Right there.
Yeah, check it out.
[wood creaks]
[water splashes]
It's nothing, let's go.
Let's go.
[water splashes]
Holy fucking fruit.
[Gardner] Let's go.
Let's go!
Okay, yeah.
Oh shit!
[suspenseful music]
Who... who the hell
are those women?
They're civilians,
they hide up here from us.
Their husbands are off
fighting the war somewhere.
[Rucker] I never seen
civilians like that before.
Not even in France.
[Gardner] Oh, you haven't been
laid in a long time, Ruck.
- Maybe you never have.
- [Rucker laughs nervously]
You kidding me?
I used to get it all the
time back home in Sweden.
Yeah, right.
- Women?
- Absolute knockouts.
The redhead, man.
[Gardner chuckles]
She got this gorgeous body
with two perfectly round...
At ease, Rucker.
[Gardner laughs]
[Rucker] But sorry, Chief,
them girls might know
where the plane went down.
Yeah, he's right, Sarge.
Me and Simms here, we can
use our interrogation skills
from Paris, you know?
My zook's loaded and
ready to fire, man.
[soldiers chuckle]
We got a man down.
We're not gonna
risk our position
to mess with civvies, got it?
- Got it.
- Yeah.
You got a problem, Walsh?
No, sir.
Let's move.
[Rucker chuckles]
[foreboding music]
So I'm thinking about asking
Sarge for a one night pass.
Dream on, Ruck.
Are you telling me you
wouldn't wanna ride
one of them moaning girls?
We got married two
days before I shipped.
Look at this.
She's two already,
and I never held her once.
I ain't betraying my
family for some Nazi whore.
Ooh, Nazi whore.
I like the sound of that.
[crows caw loudly]
[foreboding music]
[Brewer] What the hell?
This don't make a
shit worth of sense.
We've been following
that contour for an hour.
Now we're in the same spot?
There's no way the sun is north.
We must be in the middle of
some, some kind of magnetic ore.
It could be what
took down the plane.
What?
It could be what
took down the plane.
When Odysseus entered
the land of the dead,
the demons,
they changed the stars
so he would lose direction.
What kind of fufu
gibberish is that, Walsh?
It's Greek mythology.
Okay, do me a favor.
You keep your goddamn poetry
to yourself, all right?
Somebody's been here
after we left.
[ominous music]
Well, it takes wolves
a couple hours
to sniff out the grave and
start digging up the body.
Olin, fire up the radio.
We'll use it as a
signal to navigate.
I need two volunteers
to guard the perimeter.
Everyone else, 10-minute rest.
I'll take the
southeast quadrant.
Will you now?
All right, whatever, Walsh.
Carbony, your rifle.
Walsh, don't make me regret it.
[Rucker] Gotta drop a bomb.
Keep right where I can see you.
I'd rather get shot than have
you watch me taking a shit.
[radio warbles]
- [branch snaps]
- [wolf yelps]
[wings flap]
[tense music]
[Operator] Sierra Echo,
this is Falcon Seven.
- Do you copy, over.
- Sarge.
[Operator] Sierra Echo,
Major Johnson
needs to speak with you, over.
Copy, Falcon Seven.
It's dead, sir.
Go on, brave Spartan
You are most welcome
To stay here for food
So tired from trouble
So weary of war
Give into rest, soldier
Fight no more
[eerie whispering]
[speaking foreign language]
[suspenseful music]
I have no idea
what you're saying.
[speaking foreign language]
Hey, you stay right
where you are.
[speaking foreign language]
Friend?
[foreboding music]
[ominous music]
That's our bird.
Damn.
Now would you
believe if I told you
I've never done this before?
[eerie whispering]
[suspenseful music]
[crows caw loudly]
[Rice] This is Captain Rice.
Everyone else is dead.
[static crackles]
Captain Rice?
Captain, can you hear me?
[static crackles]
Do you copy me?
[Brewer] Captain Rice?
Captain, can you hear me?
[suspenseful music]
[crows shriek]
[Rice] Oh no, dear god.
[gun fires]
First section, let's move!
[tense music]
[woman gasps]
Please help me!
Help me.
[woman whimpers]
[Rucker grunts]
Don't kill me.
- Walsh.
- Yeah, at ease, G.I.
What the hell are you doing?
I heard a shot.
Why'd you discharge your weapon?
I ain't telling you shit.
You ain't the sarge.
But I am.
Walsh put a knife
to my throat, sir.
Almost killed me.
Walsh?
Your man, he fired his weapon,
he charged the squad.
I'm not taking any chances.
What were you
firing at, Private?
I was charged by a wild pig.
What were you doing
out there anyway?
I...
I found the plane, sir.
Good job, Private.
Let's move!
I thought you said you didn't
have any combat experience.
Well, I never said that.
I guess maybe you
just assumed it?
Then how'd you learn to
take down a man like that?
Burma.
Hey, Walsh.
I really don't
care how many Japs
you bushwhacked in the jungle.
You do that to one
of my men again,
you're gonna answer to me.
[ominous music]
[wings flap]
[crows caw]
[woman shrieks]
It's just wild boars.
Sounded like one of
Rucker's potato farts.
Remember D-Day, Bo?
[Bo] Yeah, I thought
we were gonna die
before we hit the beach.
Let's move.
Friar, north perimeter.
Rucker south, rest of
you sweep for survivors.
Walsh, do what
you came here for.
Sergeant.
There were 11 flyboys on
this bird when it crashed.
There should be bodies,
or parts of them anyway.
Krauts must have got
in here before we did,
took all the bodies away.
No, it wasn't the Germans,
that's for sure.
Oh, I almost forgot.
We got an expert in our midst.
If the Nazis had been here, sir,
they wouldn't have left this.
Okay, we found the plane,
we found the secret stuff.
Can we go home now?
We're not going anywhere.
If there's a, even
the slightest chance
that one of these
flyboys is still alive,
I'm not leaving them behind.
Sarge.
This way.
[crows caw]
[ominous music]
[Brewer whistles]
[Rucker groans]
[Rucker] Ah, Jesus.
You okay, man?
Yeah, okay.
Sarge.
Sarge.
[Rice growls]
- Simms!
- [suspenseful music]
[Simms groans]
[gun fires]
- Captain Rice.
- [sinister whispering]
USAF.
[suspenseful music]
[Rice roars]
[Brewer coughs]
Morgan.
Check him out.
[Morgan] He's dead, sir.
I said check him out.
[ominous music]
The Japs got to him.
[Morgan] That ain't
Japanese, you idiot.
Then what is it?
Bird, tree, death.
Ancient magical symbols.
Cut him open.
- I'll do it.
- Do it.
I heard stories
about Nazi doctors
doing this kind of thing.
You know, medical experiments,
mutilations, drugs.
Had enough of this bullshit.
This man, he has
no internal organs.
In Haiti they use feathers
to bring back the dead and shit.
It's called hoodoo or something.
Stop that crap right now.
All right.
You fellas wanna
know what's going on?
We got all the
answers right here.
Right here.
You start talking
or you start eating.
[Nazi coughs]
Hexen.
- Hexen.
- What does hexen mean?
[Gardner] Witches, sir.
You fellas are right.
Should have shot him
right on the spot.
[Gardner] I'll do
him right now, Sarge,
- just say the word.
- No, no, it's too late.
Too late.
Crew's dead.
And I ain't going
back empty-handed.
Put the dead in the ground.
[ominous music]
We're going home.
What do you know?
[plane engine whines]
You know, in 1840,
Hans Garmin, the German
national wanted in connection
to dozens of missing
children in Leipzig.
He was arrested trying
to enter the US,
and this manuscript was found
sewn into the lining
of his luggage.
It's the first of
a two-volume set.
[Private] You have the
second part as well, sir?
Well, certainly not
for lack of trying.
I've led teams across three
continents in search of it.
Come here, tell me what
you make out of it.
Right here.
Hm.
Old High German, definitely.
Well, I mean, I could
have told you that.
But sir, this is the oldest
form of the Germanic language,
hasn't been spoken this
way in 1,000 years.
Okay.
Defeating time, does that
make any sense to you, sir?
Well, yeah, more than
you could imagine.
No wonder that fucking
Fuhrer's agents
have been scouring the area.
I just hope we find
it before they do.
[ominous music]
[birds chirp]
This ain't playtime, Walsh.
You gonna tell me that
after everything we've seen,
nothing seems strange
to you in the slightest?
[Brewer grunts]
Two years ago, I was in Italy.
And we'd been spilling
our brains out
fighting the Germans
right and left.
But then, on Christmas Eve,
everything got quiet.
The Jerries started
playing Christmas carols
on their loudspeakers.
And their boys and our boys
joined together.
Two days later,
we started blowing each
other's brains out,
just like before.
So, no.
Nothing seems strange
to me anymore.
Help dig.
[Brewer groans]
Rucker.
Rucker, tell me what you saw
back there, at the windmill.
Come on, man, I know
you saw something.
Tell me what you saw.
Tell me about the women.
[ominous music]
Oh, Jesus, I think
I'm gonna be sick.
Easy there, easy, easy.
Let me help you.
Don't touch me!
[vomits]
Rucker?
Morgan, help him out.
Stay back.
- Whoa, whoa.
- [gun cocks]
Stay back, or I'll shoot myself.
What the hell you doing, Ruck?
I'm so sorry.
[Rucker whimpers]
- Come on.
- [gun fires]
Stay down, stay down.
Give him a shot!
Stick him!
[crows caw]
[ominous music]
[Taft groans]
- Jesus Christ.
- [soldiers groan]
I told him to stay away
from those French tarts.
He didn't go with no
French tarts, Gardy.
Ruck's never even
had a girlfriend.
Look like it's eating his flesh.
If he can't walk,
put him on a stretcher.
We gotta hit that river
by nightfall.
Let's finish up this
business, all right?
Where is he?
- Get that goddamn Jerry!
- Shit!
[suspenseful music]
You got one chance
to quit squirming.
- [wings flap]
- [crow caws]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie whispering]
[whistles]
Oh God.
[Rucker groans]
[Brewer] Who did this?
[speaking foreign language]
[Gardner] He says they
exsanguinated him,
like they did to his men.
Sergeant, nobody can
bleed out a man that fast.
[speaking foreign language]
Witches can.
I want a better explanation.
Brewer!
I really think you
should talk to Rucker.
[Rucker groans]
You got something you
wanna tell me, Private?
More, ow, morphine.
It hurts really bad.
No.
Not till you tell us
what you know.
[gurgles]
[gasps]
I shot one.
What the hell you talking about?
I fucked one,
and then I shot her.
- [gun fires]
- [woman gasps]
You shot a civilian?
[Rucker whimpers]
I, she was, she,
she wasn't a civilian.
[ethereal singing]
[eerie whispering]
- [woman growls]
- She was a witch, Sarge.
The hell did you do to me?
- [Rucker groans]
- [insects buzz]
[witch growls]
Get back.
As my chosen one,
you will never die.
Get the hell away from me.
[gun fires]
We're never getting out
of this forest.
They won't let us.
[sobs]
All right, all right, all right.
Give this fucker his morphine.
- [Rucker groans]
- Make it a triple shot,
will you, huh?
Bury Friar with the others.
I want a defensive
position along that ridge,
mined with everything
we got, okay?
[radio warbles]
[plane engine hums]
In five minutes,
I want you to switch over
to this frequency.
[foreboding music]
[static buzzes]
Copy, over.
[Johnson] Walsh, it's
Johnson, go ahead, over.
I found the film, sir.
We were informed that
another SS search party
is currently in route.
But Brewer, his squad is
really losing it, sir.
This place, it...
It plays tricks on the mind.
[animals call]
[ominous music]
[coughs]
Goddamn lazy surprise
sons of bitches.
Fuck!
I can't take it anymore,
I swear to god,
I can't take another
fucking minute.
Rucker's cursed us.
[eerie whispering]
Okay, Sarge?
[Taft] No, he's not okay,
none of us is okay.
Shut your fucking mouth
or I will shut it for you.
Sarge...
Speak to me.
[insect buzzes]
[foreboding music]
- [static hisses]
- Sierra Echo,
reading you loud
and clear, over.
Four KIA, one severely infirmed.
Requesting updated extraction
point due to casualties, over.
Son of a bitch.
Poison gas.
[laughs] And Major Johnson's
outdone himself this time.
Treating us, acting like
fucking guinea pigs.
Sir, all I heard was static.
- Huh?
- I didn't hear anything either.
What about you, Korsky?
Sir, I heard exactly
what you heard.
Bullshit!
This is Sierra Echo,
do you copy me, over.
The hell you think you're doing?
Proving to you that
there is no one there.
Base come in,
this is Sierra Echo,
- do you copy me, over.
- Put the handset down.
See, nothing.
Hello, base command,
anyone, please,
my CO has lost his fucking mind.
- [gun cocks]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
- whoa whoa!
- Oh Jesus.
- [gun fires]
- [Taft grunts]
- You shot me.
- Just a graze.
Next one won't be.
Now sit the fuck down.
[tense music]
Private Taft, you do
not have permission
to leave this space!
[gun fires]
Anyone else wanna
question my authority?
Huh?
Anyone?
What about you, Walsh?
You hear the voice
on that radio?
[wings flap]
- [Taft grunts]
- [eerie whispering]
[foreboding music]
[wings flap]
[Taft moans]
Oh god, please don't
kill me, please.
Please.
[suspenseful music]
[Taft coughs]
Hey.
Your watch.
There was only static
on that radio, Korsky,
and you know it.
Sarge got us through
four years of this crap
without getting us shot.
If he wants to hear
voices on the radio,
then I'll hear them too.
[booming]
[suspenseful music]
[creature growls]
[grenades boom]
[Brewer grunts]
Come on!
[tense music]
Is that a pig?
[Brewer gasps]
I got one!
What happened?
Sarge here, he just got
us our first decent meal.
Right, Sarge?
[Brewer grunts]
Sure hope Taft's all right.
Ah, he'll be fine.
Had a similar incident
in Marseilles.
He'll be back soon
as he gets a whiff
of this good old barbecue.
Mm, num num.
Want me to feed the Kraut too?
We all know you got a
soft spot for Krauts,
ever since your mama fucked one.
[soldiers laugh]
Don't make me kick your
ass, you son of a bitch.
I'll feed the goddamn Jerry.
All right.
Let it be known how Americans
treat their prisoners.
- [Nazi moans in distress]
- [soldiers laugh]
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
[speaking foreign language]
[suspenseful music]
[soldiers cough and retch]
You knew.
10 yards!
[Brewer shouts in pain]
- [guns fire]
- One o'clock, in the trees!
Sarge!
Sarge?
[eerie whispering]
[Brewer grunts]
[whispering voice] No one
respects your authority.
[eerie whispering]
Everyone's against you.
Walsh is a spy.
They joined the enemy.
[Brewer groans]
[foreboding music]
These things, they use
strike and retreat tactics.
They slink off into the forest
the first sign of gunfire,
only to come back for the
bodies once the coast is clear.
They're scavengers.
So bullets can hurt them then.
Rucker said he shot one of them.
[Walsh] Wake his ass up, we need
to know everything he does.
[Gardner] Rucker, wake up.
Rucker.
Where is he?
They're picking us off
one by one.
There's nothing
we can do about it.
Nah, we stay together,
all right?
We take the fight to them.
No more being hunted,
it's time we start hunting.
No.
Sergeant Brewer gave us
specific orders.
Sergeant Brewer's
lost his goddamn mind.
When do we start?
Right now.
Who's with me?
Fine.
Yeah.
Suit up.
A solar compass
consists of three arcs,
latitude, declination of sun
and time of day
to conduct accurate
land surveys,
providing one has the
current coordinates.
So, numbers on that recording,
what if they're not
so random after all?
I've been watching you guys.
[foreboding music]
Wanted to see if you
were really gonna leave.
Welcome to join us.
So you're in charge now, huh?
These men,
they're your men, Brewer.
They care about you.
Hey, Sarge.
We looked for you.
Then we waited.
Thought maybe the gas got you.
You're a terrible liar, Morgan.
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[Walsh] That was our medic!
Wasn't there from the start.
- An outsider.
- [gun fires]
He was a good man!
He was a traitor!
So are you, so are all of you!
[gun fires]
[Korsky] Sarge, I'm sorry!
- [gun fires]
- [Brewer grunts]
- Hey asshole!
- [Brewer growls]
Olin!
- Get back here!
- [gun fires]
Olin?
Olin!
Come back, Olin!
Olin!
Olin!
Where are you?
Olin, come here!
Olin!
[foreboding music]
- [branch cracks]
- [crows caw]
Please, God.
I just wanna see her again.
- [branch cracks]
- [wings flap]
[eerie music]
Betty?
God listens.
It's impossible.
Do you remember our wedding day?
It was the best day of my life.
Do you take this woman
as your beloved wife
for the rest of
your natural life?
I do.
[tense music]
[explosion booms]
[Korsky gasps]
[crows caw]
[gun fires]
Can't fight this off,
go, go, go, go, go!
[crows caw loudly]
[eerie whispering]
Shit ain't right, man.
[witch shrieks]
Hitler,
he's only got one ball
Goering's got two
but very small
Adolf
[wings flap]
[woman whimpers]
[crow shrieks]
[tense music]
[eerie whispering]
[crow caws]
- Damn.
- [Korsky shouts]
[suspenseful music]
[branches snap]
[static buzzes]
God bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside
And guide
Through the night
[Brewer roars]
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
[gun fires]
From the mountains
Through the prairies
Gone!
[gun fires]
- You okay?
- Yeah.
[static buzzes]
[Johnson] It's Major Johnson,
do you copy?
This is Walsh, sir, over.
All right, Walsh,
use a solar compass.
I'll have the
coordinates for you.
[radio warbles]
[plane engine hums]
Where are you going, sir?
I'm going to get my
boots a little dirty.
[crow caws]
Wait a minute.
The windmill.
It was right here, we saw it.
We saw what they wanted
us to see, Freeman.
Just a illusion.
A projection of the real place.
Which is hidden under
a concealment spell.
Impossible to find unless
you have the right angle.
The right time.
And then...
It's gotta be right there.
There.
[foreboding music]
Walsh.
Walsh!
There.
There it is.
Come on.
[crow screeches]
[wood creaks]
Freeman, check upstairs.
[foreboding music]
The complete witch's archive.
The major was only ever able
to get his hands on volume one.
The Nazis got part two.
Last week one of our
operatives in Berlin
was able to smuggle out a
photographic copy of this.
So that's what was on the plane.
Uh-huh.
Come take a look at this.
[speaking foreign language]
It's Latin for warrior's blood.
Right here it says, "Oh tree
of life, quench thy thirst,
"'til flowers burst."
The witches, they were
killing the soldiers
to live forever.
[Freeman] Immortality.
It's real, Freeman.
If Hitler gets his
hands on this...
How do you fight an army
you can't even kill?
Three days ago, OSS
intercepted a transmission
sent by those Germans
we found in the woods,
announcing that they had
found the tree for the Fuhrer.
That was the real
mission, Freeman.
You knew what we
were up against,
and you didn't say a thing?
I couldn't jeopardize
- the mission.
- Most of the squad
is dead now because of you.
Hey, you need to calm down...
[suspenseful music]
Hey, calm down.
[Freeman growls]
[grunting]
Freeman, stop.
[Walsh shouts]
Easy, huh?
We good?
- [door opens]
- [eerie whispering]
What the hell is that?
Wait.
They've been harvesting
warriors for centuries.
[tense music]
Tree of life.
Warrior's blood.
This is it, Freeman.
The tree of life the Fuhrer's
fantasized about for years.
[eerie whispering]
[Rucker] Don't touch her.
[Freeman grunts]
Hey, Rucker, you put down
that gun there, buddy,
and I promise I'll get
us all out of here.
Jesus.
Only one problem
with that, Walsh.
I like it here.
She'll be back for me soon.
Look what she did to you.
The tree.
It's gonna heal me.
They promised me that.
No.
Rucker, they're lying to you.
They're just gonna feed you to
the tree like all the others.
[Walsh grunts]
[foreboding music]
[sinister whispering]
Walsh, get up.
[whispering in foreign language]
Walsh, tags, look.
[eerie music]
- Walsh.
- Yeah.
[ominous music]
[whispering in foreign language]
[woman gags]
[Witch] Prepare the others.
You're up first, Freeman.
[Rucker groans]
[suspenseful music]
[witches shriek]
You knew we were
never going home.
God.
[whispering in foreign language]
Let's do this.
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[Walsh grunts]
[witch shrieks]
[crows caw]
[Johnson] Get up, son.
I was supposed to meet you
at the extraction point.
Where are the others?
They're all dead.
[ominous music]
Collect the flowers,
let's get out of here.
[crows caw]
[suspenseful music]
[whispering in foreign language]
[crows screech]
[Johnson sniffs]
Huh, mustard gas.
Killed 120,000 people
in World War One,
before it was banned.
Think it'll still work?
Well, I imagine we're
gonna find out soon.
[whispering in foreign language]
[crashing]
[foreboding music]
[smoke hisses]
[grenade bangs]
[witch gasps]
[tense music]
[witch shrieks]
[suspenseful music]
[witch roars]
[Johnson groans]
[Walsh roars]
[witch shrieks]
[Johnson grunts]
[suspenseful music]
[witch screeches]
[gun fires]
[witch growls]
[witch shrieks]
[Johnson grunts]
[witch screeches]
[Johnson coughs]
[Walsh] Major, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
Torch the bitch, torch it.
Just torch it.
[Johnson gasps]
[witch roars]
[suspenseful music]
[witch shrieks in agony]
[engine rumbles]
[foreboding music]
[Walsh coughs]
[speaking foreign language]
[guns cock]
[eerie music]
[suspenseful music]
Mine
You will be mine
When the darkness
Draws you back to me
Safe
You are safe here
In my fortress
Underneath the leaves
I wanna take you down below
The world you know forever
You're gonna
entwined with me
Until the end of time
Life
Burns endlessly
In our eyes, love
You can walk to me
I wanna take you down below
The world you know forever
You're gonna be
entwined with me
Until the end of time
You'll be entwined with me
Until the end of time
[foreboding music]
[dramatic music]
[somber piano music]
[soft guitar music]
[dramatic violin music]
[plane engine roars]
[thunder cracks]
[crows screech]
[Pilot] What the hell is that?
[booming]
[Soldier] What's going on?
[alarm buzzes]
Port side engine's on fire.
Go back to your seat.
[tense music]
Controls aren't responding.
- [crows screech]
- [men shout]
Brace for impact!
[soldiers scream]
[eerie music]
At 0130, a C-47,
alongside its 10-man crew,
disappeared 80 miles
south of Stuttgart.
[brakes squeal]
So...
We've been tasked
with checking it out.
- Hey, get the gear.
- Move out.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Korsky, Hoyte,
Gardner, Castle, move.
[Taft] Get to work.
Simms, rear!
[Taft] Hey, we found
some clips of Swedish...
[Brewer] Everyone else,
keep your goddamn ears open.
- Vehicle, six o'clock!
- [engine hums]
[guns cock]
Easy, Sergeant.
Fuck.
Son of a fucking...
Major Johnson.
What a surprise.
I was told you were
running operations
from a chateau
outside of Reims, sir.
Yeah, well, I guess
I got a little tired
of eating frog legs
and foie gras.
Well, I just hope you didn't
make the drive in vain, sir.
[Soldier] Hey, come on.
You know, Sergeant,
a conductor needs to just
come to the orchestra pit
for some time.
You know, from time
to time, brother.
Mm.
Yeah, but this ain't no opera,
and these ain't no violins.
They just happen to make
sweet music of their own.
[Soldier] Come on, you think you
could pick it up a little?
Well, I think it's time I
introduce you to someone.
Walsh is an old pupil of
mine from back in Texas.
He's also quite literally
the only man for the job.
I got 12 men already,
and you know 13
ain't a lucky number.
[chuckles]
You know that plane went
down behind enemy lines,
and it was carrying
sensitive material.
And Walsh is going to be
riding with you to retrieve it.
My team doesn't need outside
help recovering cargo, sir.
Disobeying orders.
That's a court martial offense.
Yeah, but if I'm in jail,
who's gonna do your
dirty work, huh?
It's nice to see
you haven't changed.
[Brewer laughs]
It's great catching up,
Sergeant.
It's always such a
pleasure to see you.
Well, but as you know,
time is of the essence.
- [soldier grunts]
- Watch your step.
[soldiers chatter]
[sighs]
Come here.
[Soldier] Don't just stand
around, we got work, man.
You ever whacked any Jerries?
Depends on your definition
of whacked, sir.
[chuckles] Christ, just keeps
getting better and better.
[sighs]
All right, listen up, boys.
We're gonna find that wreckage
and we're gonna
patch up who we can,
and we're gonna let this
guy sift through the rest.
Let's move out!
[Soldier] Keep moving,
come on, hey.
[foreboding music]
You know, when we
were at Marseilles,
I pulled Brewer
from a burning APC.
Two of his men were
still trapped inside.
Bastards, they were screaming,
and before I could get to them,
a Stuka swooped
down out of nowhere,
and well, what can I say,
there was nothing left but
a crater where they'd been.
Brewer still despises me
for it.
He'd rather die a
thousand deaths himself
than lose a single damn soldier.
That's the kind of man he is.
And I'll tell you what, I sure
wish we had more like him.
[Brewer] All right, all right,
waterproof your gear,
we're taking the scenic route.
[Korsky] Yes, Sarge.
All right, wait,
fuck, just wait.
Come on, get those
tubs and a whetstone.
Walsh, tell me.
What makes this sensitive
material so special they need a,
an entire squad dedicated to it?
I don't ask about what
they send me to retrieve.
- And why is that?
- Keep moving, come on.
Well, if I'm captured, that
way it's impossible for them
to get anything out of me,
no matter how much
they torture me.
- [thunder cracks]
- [rain pours]
[Soldier] Come on, hurry up.
[soldiers chatter]
- [soldiers shout orders]
- [plane engine rumbles]
This just arrived
from command, sir.
Let's have some
coffee first, huh?
[Soldier] Sir, yes sir.
[soldiers shout orders]
[tense music]
- Quit moving around!
- Flatten it out!
[crow caws loudly]
We'll search this quad first.
Make our way to high ground.
All right.
Then scan from there.
I wanna find this
crash site before nightfall.
Come on, let's move out.
[tense music]
Oh, shit.
Well, you certainly know you're
back in the thick of things
when the lukewarm dirt
passes for coffee.
Listen, this operation's
been designated top secret.
Anything you hear or see
from this point forward
is not to leave this tent.
You get my drift?
Yes, sir.
Understood, sir.
I'm curious, though.
You have some of the best
surveyors in the world
at your disposal.
Why bring me in?
Well, I hear your
German is impeccable.
My PhD thesis was
on dialect diversity
of ancient Germanic tribes.
Well then, let's put it
to the test, shall we?
[airplane engine buzzes]
I want you to listen up.
Our codebreaker's been
analyzing a transmission
recorded by OSS.
[man speaking foreign language]
Okay.
Right here,
what are they saying?
Just a bunch of
random numbers, sir.
[Johnson] No, no, no, no.
The voice in the
background, the woman.
I will play it at a half speed.
[slowed speech]
Sounds like...
Sounds like Baum des Lebens.
Baum des Lebens,
what does that mean?
Tree of life.
[foreboding music]
Tree of life.
Sarge.
Sarge, can I wipe
my ass with this
when we run out of toilet paper?
[insects buzz]
Did our guys do it?
No way.
SAS, maybe.
The Brits wouldn't do
this, or the French,
and the Russians
ain't this far west.
Luger, nine millimeter.
Krauts did this to their own?
I bet these men were deserters.
You know what I say?
The Krauts start killing Krauts,
sit back and enjoy
the fireworks.
[tense music]
Taft.
Let the Jerry rot in peace.
[guns fire]
Take cover!
[suspenseful music]
Don't worry, it's okay to
piss yourself the first time!
Korsky!
Go.
[Korsky] Thoretti!
Cover fire!
- Go, get in there.
- Go!
[guns fire]
[Soldier] Clear!
[tense music]
Gardner.
Ask him how many
are still out there.
[speaking foreign language]
Hey, easy, man, easy.
Can I look?
[crow caws loudly]
[speaks foreign language]
[Carboni] Come on, boy,
speak English.
Shell shock due
to severe trauma.
I've seen this before.
Beat him all you want,
he ain't saying a word.
Yeah, he shoots well
for severe trauma.
Get him up, he's coming with us.
Sergeant?
What's the problem, Walsh?
Forget to get shot?
[solemn music]
[grunting]
I hope you get over
your trauma soon,
you limey son of a bitch.
Sure it's wise to
take him with us?
I'll find a use for him.
He'll give away our position
first chance he gets.
You just worry about that
plane we need to find, huh?
[foreboding music]
[whistles]
[crow caws]
You and Rucker check it out.
[tense music]
Right there.
Yeah, check it out.
[wood creaks]
[water splashes]
It's nothing, let's go.
Let's go.
[water splashes]
Holy fucking fruit.
[Gardner] Let's go.
Let's go!
Okay, yeah.
Oh shit!
[suspenseful music]
Who... who the hell
are those women?
They're civilians,
they hide up here from us.
Their husbands are off
fighting the war somewhere.
[Rucker] I never seen
civilians like that before.
Not even in France.
[Gardner] Oh, you haven't been
laid in a long time, Ruck.
- Maybe you never have.
- [Rucker laughs nervously]
You kidding me?
I used to get it all the
time back home in Sweden.
Yeah, right.
- Women?
- Absolute knockouts.
The redhead, man.
[Gardner chuckles]
She got this gorgeous body
with two perfectly round...
At ease, Rucker.
[Gardner laughs]
[Rucker] But sorry, Chief,
them girls might know
where the plane went down.
Yeah, he's right, Sarge.
Me and Simms here, we can
use our interrogation skills
from Paris, you know?
My zook's loaded and
ready to fire, man.
[soldiers chuckle]
We got a man down.
We're not gonna
risk our position
to mess with civvies, got it?
- Got it.
- Yeah.
You got a problem, Walsh?
No, sir.
Let's move.
[Rucker chuckles]
[foreboding music]
So I'm thinking about asking
Sarge for a one night pass.
Dream on, Ruck.
Are you telling me you
wouldn't wanna ride
one of them moaning girls?
We got married two
days before I shipped.
Look at this.
She's two already,
and I never held her once.
I ain't betraying my
family for some Nazi whore.
Ooh, Nazi whore.
I like the sound of that.
[crows caw loudly]
[foreboding music]
[Brewer] What the hell?
This don't make a
shit worth of sense.
We've been following
that contour for an hour.
Now we're in the same spot?
There's no way the sun is north.
We must be in the middle of
some, some kind of magnetic ore.
It could be what
took down the plane.
What?
It could be what
took down the plane.
When Odysseus entered
the land of the dead,
the demons,
they changed the stars
so he would lose direction.
What kind of fufu
gibberish is that, Walsh?
It's Greek mythology.
Okay, do me a favor.
You keep your goddamn poetry
to yourself, all right?
Somebody's been here
after we left.
[ominous music]
Well, it takes wolves
a couple hours
to sniff out the grave and
start digging up the body.
Olin, fire up the radio.
We'll use it as a
signal to navigate.
I need two volunteers
to guard the perimeter.
Everyone else, 10-minute rest.
I'll take the
southeast quadrant.
Will you now?
All right, whatever, Walsh.
Carbony, your rifle.
Walsh, don't make me regret it.
[Rucker] Gotta drop a bomb.
Keep right where I can see you.
I'd rather get shot than have
you watch me taking a shit.
[radio warbles]
- [branch snaps]
- [wolf yelps]
[wings flap]
[tense music]
[Operator] Sierra Echo,
this is Falcon Seven.
- Do you copy, over.
- Sarge.
[Operator] Sierra Echo,
Major Johnson
needs to speak with you, over.
Copy, Falcon Seven.
It's dead, sir.
Go on, brave Spartan
You are most welcome
To stay here for food
So tired from trouble
So weary of war
Give into rest, soldier
Fight no more
[eerie whispering]
[speaking foreign language]
[suspenseful music]
I have no idea
what you're saying.
[speaking foreign language]
Hey, you stay right
where you are.
[speaking foreign language]
Friend?
[foreboding music]
[ominous music]
That's our bird.
Damn.
Now would you
believe if I told you
I've never done this before?
[eerie whispering]
[suspenseful music]
[crows caw loudly]
[Rice] This is Captain Rice.
Everyone else is dead.
[static crackles]
Captain Rice?
Captain, can you hear me?
[static crackles]
Do you copy me?
[Brewer] Captain Rice?
Captain, can you hear me?
[suspenseful music]
[crows shriek]
[Rice] Oh no, dear god.
[gun fires]
First section, let's move!
[tense music]
[woman gasps]
Please help me!
Help me.
[woman whimpers]
[Rucker grunts]
Don't kill me.
- Walsh.
- Yeah, at ease, G.I.
What the hell are you doing?
I heard a shot.
Why'd you discharge your weapon?
I ain't telling you shit.
You ain't the sarge.
But I am.
Walsh put a knife
to my throat, sir.
Almost killed me.
Walsh?
Your man, he fired his weapon,
he charged the squad.
I'm not taking any chances.
What were you
firing at, Private?
I was charged by a wild pig.
What were you doing
out there anyway?
I...
I found the plane, sir.
Good job, Private.
Let's move!
I thought you said you didn't
have any combat experience.
Well, I never said that.
I guess maybe you
just assumed it?
Then how'd you learn to
take down a man like that?
Burma.
Hey, Walsh.
I really don't
care how many Japs
you bushwhacked in the jungle.
You do that to one
of my men again,
you're gonna answer to me.
[ominous music]
[wings flap]
[crows caw]
[woman shrieks]
It's just wild boars.
Sounded like one of
Rucker's potato farts.
Remember D-Day, Bo?
[Bo] Yeah, I thought
we were gonna die
before we hit the beach.
Let's move.
Friar, north perimeter.
Rucker south, rest of
you sweep for survivors.
Walsh, do what
you came here for.
Sergeant.
There were 11 flyboys on
this bird when it crashed.
There should be bodies,
or parts of them anyway.
Krauts must have got
in here before we did,
took all the bodies away.
No, it wasn't the Germans,
that's for sure.
Oh, I almost forgot.
We got an expert in our midst.
If the Nazis had been here, sir,
they wouldn't have left this.
Okay, we found the plane,
we found the secret stuff.
Can we go home now?
We're not going anywhere.
If there's a, even
the slightest chance
that one of these
flyboys is still alive,
I'm not leaving them behind.
Sarge.
This way.
[crows caw]
[ominous music]
[Brewer whistles]
[Rucker groans]
[Rucker] Ah, Jesus.
You okay, man?
Yeah, okay.
Sarge.
Sarge.
[Rice growls]
- Simms!
- [suspenseful music]
[Simms groans]
[gun fires]
- Captain Rice.
- [sinister whispering]
USAF.
[suspenseful music]
[Rice roars]
[Brewer coughs]
Morgan.
Check him out.
[Morgan] He's dead, sir.
I said check him out.
[ominous music]
The Japs got to him.
[Morgan] That ain't
Japanese, you idiot.
Then what is it?
Bird, tree, death.
Ancient magical symbols.
Cut him open.
- I'll do it.
- Do it.
I heard stories
about Nazi doctors
doing this kind of thing.
You know, medical experiments,
mutilations, drugs.
Had enough of this bullshit.
This man, he has
no internal organs.
In Haiti they use feathers
to bring back the dead and shit.
It's called hoodoo or something.
Stop that crap right now.
All right.
You fellas wanna
know what's going on?
We got all the
answers right here.
Right here.
You start talking
or you start eating.
[Nazi coughs]
Hexen.
- Hexen.
- What does hexen mean?
[Gardner] Witches, sir.
You fellas are right.
Should have shot him
right on the spot.
[Gardner] I'll do
him right now, Sarge,
- just say the word.
- No, no, it's too late.
Too late.
Crew's dead.
And I ain't going
back empty-handed.
Put the dead in the ground.
[ominous music]
We're going home.
What do you know?
[plane engine whines]
You know, in 1840,
Hans Garmin, the German
national wanted in connection
to dozens of missing
children in Leipzig.
He was arrested trying
to enter the US,
and this manuscript was found
sewn into the lining
of his luggage.
It's the first of
a two-volume set.
[Private] You have the
second part as well, sir?
Well, certainly not
for lack of trying.
I've led teams across three
continents in search of it.
Come here, tell me what
you make out of it.
Right here.
Hm.
Old High German, definitely.
Well, I mean, I could
have told you that.
But sir, this is the oldest
form of the Germanic language,
hasn't been spoken this
way in 1,000 years.
Okay.
Defeating time, does that
make any sense to you, sir?
Well, yeah, more than
you could imagine.
No wonder that fucking
Fuhrer's agents
have been scouring the area.
I just hope we find
it before they do.
[ominous music]
[birds chirp]
This ain't playtime, Walsh.
You gonna tell me that
after everything we've seen,
nothing seems strange
to you in the slightest?
[Brewer grunts]
Two years ago, I was in Italy.
And we'd been spilling
our brains out
fighting the Germans
right and left.
But then, on Christmas Eve,
everything got quiet.
The Jerries started
playing Christmas carols
on their loudspeakers.
And their boys and our boys
joined together.
Two days later,
we started blowing each
other's brains out,
just like before.
So, no.
Nothing seems strange
to me anymore.
Help dig.
[Brewer groans]
Rucker.
Rucker, tell me what you saw
back there, at the windmill.
Come on, man, I know
you saw something.
Tell me what you saw.
Tell me about the women.
[ominous music]
Oh, Jesus, I think
I'm gonna be sick.
Easy there, easy, easy.
Let me help you.
Don't touch me!
[vomits]
Rucker?
Morgan, help him out.
Stay back.
- Whoa, whoa.
- [gun cocks]
Stay back, or I'll shoot myself.
What the hell you doing, Ruck?
I'm so sorry.
[Rucker whimpers]
- Come on.
- [gun fires]
Stay down, stay down.
Give him a shot!
Stick him!
[crows caw]
[ominous music]
[Taft groans]
- Jesus Christ.
- [soldiers groan]
I told him to stay away
from those French tarts.
He didn't go with no
French tarts, Gardy.
Ruck's never even
had a girlfriend.
Look like it's eating his flesh.
If he can't walk,
put him on a stretcher.
We gotta hit that river
by nightfall.
Let's finish up this
business, all right?
Where is he?
- Get that goddamn Jerry!
- Shit!
[suspenseful music]
You got one chance
to quit squirming.
- [wings flap]
- [crow caws]
[suspenseful music]
[eerie whispering]
[whistles]
Oh God.
[Rucker groans]
[Brewer] Who did this?
[speaking foreign language]
[Gardner] He says they
exsanguinated him,
like they did to his men.
Sergeant, nobody can
bleed out a man that fast.
[speaking foreign language]
Witches can.
I want a better explanation.
Brewer!
I really think you
should talk to Rucker.
[Rucker groans]
You got something you
wanna tell me, Private?
More, ow, morphine.
It hurts really bad.
No.
Not till you tell us
what you know.
[gurgles]
[gasps]
I shot one.
What the hell you talking about?
I fucked one,
and then I shot her.
- [gun fires]
- [woman gasps]
You shot a civilian?
[Rucker whimpers]
I, she was, she,
she wasn't a civilian.
[ethereal singing]
[eerie whispering]
- [woman growls]
- She was a witch, Sarge.
The hell did you do to me?
- [Rucker groans]
- [insects buzz]
[witch growls]
Get back.
As my chosen one,
you will never die.
Get the hell away from me.
[gun fires]
We're never getting out
of this forest.
They won't let us.
[sobs]
All right, all right, all right.
Give this fucker his morphine.
- [Rucker groans]
- Make it a triple shot,
will you, huh?
Bury Friar with the others.
I want a defensive
position along that ridge,
mined with everything
we got, okay?
[radio warbles]
[plane engine hums]
In five minutes,
I want you to switch over
to this frequency.
[foreboding music]
[static buzzes]
Copy, over.
[Johnson] Walsh, it's
Johnson, go ahead, over.
I found the film, sir.
We were informed that
another SS search party
is currently in route.
But Brewer, his squad is
really losing it, sir.
This place, it...
It plays tricks on the mind.
[animals call]
[ominous music]
[coughs]
Goddamn lazy surprise
sons of bitches.
Fuck!
I can't take it anymore,
I swear to god,
I can't take another
fucking minute.
Rucker's cursed us.
[eerie whispering]
Okay, Sarge?
[Taft] No, he's not okay,
none of us is okay.
Shut your fucking mouth
or I will shut it for you.
Sarge...
Speak to me.
[insect buzzes]
[foreboding music]
- [static hisses]
- Sierra Echo,
reading you loud
and clear, over.
Four KIA, one severely infirmed.
Requesting updated extraction
point due to casualties, over.
Son of a bitch.
Poison gas.
[laughs] And Major Johnson's
outdone himself this time.
Treating us, acting like
fucking guinea pigs.
Sir, all I heard was static.
- Huh?
- I didn't hear anything either.
What about you, Korsky?
Sir, I heard exactly
what you heard.
Bullshit!
This is Sierra Echo,
do you copy me, over.
The hell you think you're doing?
Proving to you that
there is no one there.
Base come in,
this is Sierra Echo,
- do you copy me, over.
- Put the handset down.
See, nothing.
Hello, base command,
anyone, please,
my CO has lost his fucking mind.
- [gun cocks]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
- whoa whoa!
- Oh Jesus.
- [gun fires]
- [Taft grunts]
- You shot me.
- Just a graze.
Next one won't be.
Now sit the fuck down.
[tense music]
Private Taft, you do
not have permission
to leave this space!
[gun fires]
Anyone else wanna
question my authority?
Huh?
Anyone?
What about you, Walsh?
You hear the voice
on that radio?
[wings flap]
- [Taft grunts]
- [eerie whispering]
[foreboding music]
[wings flap]
[Taft moans]
Oh god, please don't
kill me, please.
Please.
[suspenseful music]
[Taft coughs]
Hey.
Your watch.
There was only static
on that radio, Korsky,
and you know it.
Sarge got us through
four years of this crap
without getting us shot.
If he wants to hear
voices on the radio,
then I'll hear them too.
[booming]
[suspenseful music]
[creature growls]
[grenades boom]
[Brewer grunts]
Come on!
[tense music]
Is that a pig?
[Brewer gasps]
I got one!
What happened?
Sarge here, he just got
us our first decent meal.
Right, Sarge?
[Brewer grunts]
Sure hope Taft's all right.
Ah, he'll be fine.
Had a similar incident
in Marseilles.
He'll be back soon
as he gets a whiff
of this good old barbecue.
Mm, num num.
Want me to feed the Kraut too?
We all know you got a
soft spot for Krauts,
ever since your mama fucked one.
[soldiers laugh]
Don't make me kick your
ass, you son of a bitch.
I'll feed the goddamn Jerry.
All right.
Let it be known how Americans
treat their prisoners.
- [Nazi moans in distress]
- [soldiers laugh]
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
[speaking foreign language]
[suspenseful music]
[soldiers cough and retch]
You knew.
10 yards!
[Brewer shouts in pain]
- [guns fire]
- One o'clock, in the trees!
Sarge!
Sarge?
[eerie whispering]
[Brewer grunts]
[whispering voice] No one
respects your authority.
[eerie whispering]
Everyone's against you.
Walsh is a spy.
They joined the enemy.
[Brewer groans]
[foreboding music]
These things, they use
strike and retreat tactics.
They slink off into the forest
the first sign of gunfire,
only to come back for the
bodies once the coast is clear.
They're scavengers.
So bullets can hurt them then.
Rucker said he shot one of them.
[Walsh] Wake his ass up, we need
to know everything he does.
[Gardner] Rucker, wake up.
Rucker.
Where is he?
They're picking us off
one by one.
There's nothing
we can do about it.
Nah, we stay together,
all right?
We take the fight to them.
No more being hunted,
it's time we start hunting.
No.
Sergeant Brewer gave us
specific orders.
Sergeant Brewer's
lost his goddamn mind.
When do we start?
Right now.
Who's with me?
Fine.
Yeah.
Suit up.
A solar compass
consists of three arcs,
latitude, declination of sun
and time of day
to conduct accurate
land surveys,
providing one has the
current coordinates.
So, numbers on that recording,
what if they're not
so random after all?
I've been watching you guys.
[foreboding music]
Wanted to see if you
were really gonna leave.
Welcome to join us.
So you're in charge now, huh?
These men,
they're your men, Brewer.
They care about you.
Hey, Sarge.
We looked for you.
Then we waited.
Thought maybe the gas got you.
You're a terrible liar, Morgan.
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[Walsh] That was our medic!
Wasn't there from the start.
- An outsider.
- [gun fires]
He was a good man!
He was a traitor!
So are you, so are all of you!
[gun fires]
[Korsky] Sarge, I'm sorry!
- [gun fires]
- [Brewer grunts]
- Hey asshole!
- [Brewer growls]
Olin!
- Get back here!
- [gun fires]
Olin?
Olin!
Come back, Olin!
Olin!
Olin!
Where are you?
Olin, come here!
Olin!
[foreboding music]
- [branch cracks]
- [crows caw]
Please, God.
I just wanna see her again.
- [branch cracks]
- [wings flap]
[eerie music]
Betty?
God listens.
It's impossible.
Do you remember our wedding day?
It was the best day of my life.
Do you take this woman
as your beloved wife
for the rest of
your natural life?
I do.
[tense music]
[explosion booms]
[Korsky gasps]
[crows caw]
[gun fires]
Can't fight this off,
go, go, go, go, go!
[crows caw loudly]
[eerie whispering]
Shit ain't right, man.
[witch shrieks]
Hitler,
he's only got one ball
Goering's got two
but very small
Adolf
[wings flap]
[woman whimpers]
[crow shrieks]
[tense music]
[eerie whispering]
[crow caws]
- Damn.
- [Korsky shouts]
[suspenseful music]
[branches snap]
[static buzzes]
God bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside
And guide
Through the night
[Brewer roars]
[suspenseful music]
[grunting]
[gun fires]
From the mountains
Through the prairies
Gone!
[gun fires]
- You okay?
- Yeah.
[static buzzes]
[Johnson] It's Major Johnson,
do you copy?
This is Walsh, sir, over.
All right, Walsh,
use a solar compass.
I'll have the
coordinates for you.
[radio warbles]
[plane engine hums]
Where are you going, sir?
I'm going to get my
boots a little dirty.
[crow caws]
Wait a minute.
The windmill.
It was right here, we saw it.
We saw what they wanted
us to see, Freeman.
Just a illusion.
A projection of the real place.
Which is hidden under
a concealment spell.
Impossible to find unless
you have the right angle.
The right time.
And then...
It's gotta be right there.
There.
[foreboding music]
Walsh.
Walsh!
There.
There it is.
Come on.
[crow screeches]
[wood creaks]
Freeman, check upstairs.
[foreboding music]
The complete witch's archive.
The major was only ever able
to get his hands on volume one.
The Nazis got part two.
Last week one of our
operatives in Berlin
was able to smuggle out a
photographic copy of this.
So that's what was on the plane.
Uh-huh.
Come take a look at this.
[speaking foreign language]
It's Latin for warrior's blood.
Right here it says, "Oh tree
of life, quench thy thirst,
"'til flowers burst."
The witches, they were
killing the soldiers
to live forever.
[Freeman] Immortality.
It's real, Freeman.
If Hitler gets his
hands on this...
How do you fight an army
you can't even kill?
Three days ago, OSS
intercepted a transmission
sent by those Germans
we found in the woods,
announcing that they had
found the tree for the Fuhrer.
That was the real
mission, Freeman.
You knew what we
were up against,
and you didn't say a thing?
I couldn't jeopardize
- the mission.
- Most of the squad
is dead now because of you.
Hey, you need to calm down...
[suspenseful music]
Hey, calm down.
[Freeman growls]
[grunting]
Freeman, stop.
[Walsh shouts]
Easy, huh?
We good?
- [door opens]
- [eerie whispering]
What the hell is that?
Wait.
They've been harvesting
warriors for centuries.
[tense music]
Tree of life.
Warrior's blood.
This is it, Freeman.
The tree of life the Fuhrer's
fantasized about for years.
[eerie whispering]
[Rucker] Don't touch her.
[Freeman grunts]
Hey, Rucker, you put down
that gun there, buddy,
and I promise I'll get
us all out of here.
Jesus.
Only one problem
with that, Walsh.
I like it here.
She'll be back for me soon.
Look what she did to you.
The tree.
It's gonna heal me.
They promised me that.
No.
Rucker, they're lying to you.
They're just gonna feed you to
the tree like all the others.
[Walsh grunts]
[foreboding music]
[sinister whispering]
Walsh, get up.
[whispering in foreign language]
Walsh, tags, look.
[eerie music]
- Walsh.
- Yeah.
[ominous music]
[whispering in foreign language]
[woman gags]
[Witch] Prepare the others.
You're up first, Freeman.
[Rucker groans]
[suspenseful music]
[witches shriek]
You knew we were
never going home.
God.
[whispering in foreign language]
Let's do this.
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[Walsh grunts]
[witch shrieks]
[crows caw]
[Johnson] Get up, son.
I was supposed to meet you
at the extraction point.
Where are the others?
They're all dead.
[ominous music]
Collect the flowers,
let's get out of here.
[crows caw]
[suspenseful music]
[whispering in foreign language]
[crows screech]
[Johnson sniffs]
Huh, mustard gas.
Killed 120,000 people
in World War One,
before it was banned.
Think it'll still work?
Well, I imagine we're
gonna find out soon.
[whispering in foreign language]
[crashing]
[foreboding music]
[smoke hisses]
[grenade bangs]
[witch gasps]
[tense music]
[witch shrieks]
[suspenseful music]
[witch roars]
[Johnson groans]
[Walsh roars]
[witch shrieks]
[Johnson grunts]
[suspenseful music]
[witch screeches]
[gun fires]
[witch growls]
[witch shrieks]
[Johnson grunts]
[witch screeches]
[Johnson coughs]
[Walsh] Major, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
Torch the bitch, torch it.
Just torch it.
[Johnson gasps]
[witch roars]
[suspenseful music]
[witch shrieks in agony]
[engine rumbles]
[foreboding music]
[Walsh coughs]
[speaking foreign language]
[guns cock]
[eerie music]
[suspenseful music]
Mine
You will be mine
When the darkness
Draws you back to me
Safe
You are safe here
In my fortress
Underneath the leaves
I wanna take you down below
The world you know forever
You're gonna
entwined with me
Until the end of time
Life
Burns endlessly
In our eyes, love
You can walk to me
I wanna take you down below
The world you know forever
You're gonna be
entwined with me
Until the end of time
You'll be entwined with me
Until the end of time
[foreboding music]