Band of Brothers s01e03 Episode Script
Carentan
l never thought l'd get through D-Day, let alone the next phase.
l thought l'd be killed instantly.
l thought one of two things: a quick death.
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or l'd come through without a scratch.
l think everybody had fear.
l think there's people that can handle fear.
l think l was probably one of them.
l think l was just as scared as anybody else, except l could think.
lt's a feeling you would not let yourself down.
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and you would not let your comrades or your unit down.
We all had fear, but we all had training to know.
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you try to handle your fear.
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and work to accomplish what you're supposed to be doing.
Hey, it looks like what's-his-name.
You know, from 1 st Platoon? -Our 1 st Platoon? -lt sure does.
Blithe.
Hey, Blithe.
Blithe! Keep moving! Get down! Thought that was you.
You alone? You're the first familiar faces l've seen.
l ain't surprised.
They dropped us all over the peninsula.
We've been fighting with the 502nd since we got here.
You? Oh, l've been.
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trying to find Easy.
-Join the club.
Spread out! Hey, fellas.
-Look who decided to show up, Floyd.
-Hey, Luz.
-Thought we'd never find you.
-You okay? -Get a load of this.
Like it? -lt's real? -Of course.
-You like this? Oh, nice.
That's a beauty, sarge.
lt's a hell of a poncho.
My Luger's gonna put you all to shame when l get it.
How was your jump? -Missed the DZ.
-Yeah, that goes without saying.
-l guess so.
-Got any souvenirs to trade? They're all ticking, unlike their previous owners.
Got anything good? Not yet.
So have we lost anybody? Burgess took one in the face.
Wynn got pinked in the behind.
-They're gonna be okay.
-That's good.
-Run into Lt.
Meehan on your travels? -No.
Why? Company HQ's still missing.
They think the plane went down.
-They say he's gonna turn up.
-l ain't holding my breath.
-Who's in command? -Winters for now.
Lt.
Welsh is 1 st Platoon.
-Easy Company on the road! -1 st Platoon! -Platoon! Move out! -On your feet.
Let's go, 1 st Platoon! -Easy's moving out.
On your feet.
-Let's go! -Stand up, let's go! Here we go! -Today, people! Listen! lt'll be dark soon.
Light and noise discipline from here on.
No talking, smoking or grab-fanny with the man in front of you.
-Where we headed to? -We're taking Carentan.
Sounds like fun.
lt's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach can head inland.
Until we take Carentan, they're stuck.
Taylor's sending the whole division.
''Remember, boys, give me three days and three nights of hard fighting.
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and you will be relieved.
'' Lieutenant, l'll take point.
Hoobler will be lead scout.
-Blithe, glad you could join us.
-Thank you.
Fox Company.
Shake a leg.
''Another thing to remember, boys: flies spread disease.
So keep yours closed.
'' Don't wake Jerry.
-Damn it.
-What? -We lost F Company, sir.
-Again? -We lost F Company.
-Again? -Blithe, Skinny, guess what.
-Pass the word to hold up.
-Take Blithe and go find F Company.
-Yes, sir.
Come on, Blithe.
Shit.
-Did you send somebody? -Hoobler and Blithe.
Why are we stopped? This is about officers crapping out on their training, Nix.
Come on.
Let's get this show on the road.
Dang mosquitoes.
What is it? -Flash.
-Thunder.
-l can hear you across the field.
-You F Company? That's right.
Where you all been? Blithe, go tell the lieutenant we found F Company.
-l'll find out where these yokels are.
-Hey, who you calling a yokel? He's dead, private.
-Did you find Fox Company? -Yes, sir.
Thought he-- l thought he had me.
-Fallschirmjäger.
-Paratrooper? Division thinks there's a regiment of them holding Carentan.
Well, there's one less to worry about.
That's edelweiss.
That only grows in the Alps above the tree line.
He climbed up there to get it.
lt's said to be the mark of a true soldier.
Take the 1 st straight up the middle.
We have to move quickly.
l'll be right behind you with 2nd and 3rd.
-Go! -Let's go, 1 st, let's go.
Go, go! Go! Fire! -ln the ditch! Down! Down! Down! Down! -lncoming! -Goddamn it.
-Where the fuck is everybody? -Where'd everybody go? -l have no idea! Let's go, Easy! Get those MGs moving, will you? -Get them out of there! -They're in the open! Go! Go! Get them going, Buck! Follow me, Easy! Move out! Move out, men! Go! Move out! Move out! Get yourselves out of that ditch! We have men getting killed out there, Blithe! Move! You got no cover there! Go! Spotter! Upstairs window! Left! Follow me! Get out of those trenches! -Down, down, down, down! -lncoming! That's an MG42! -Medic up! -No! Stay down! He's shot! Get out of the dirt! Nazi! There's one in the upper-- -Medic! -Pull him back! Ah, shit! Sniper! Thataway! Second floor left! Ah, shit! l need some covering fire.
Ready, Luz? Okay, l'm out.
Guarnere! Clear that sector on the right! Hey, up with me! -Shit! -Move, Luz! Here! High! You okay, Shifty? We gotta take that warehouse! Shifty! Hammer those windows.
Let's go! Move! Go! Go! Start clearing these buildings.
Two to a house.
Second two.
Go! Go! Houses on the right! Check them and clear them! Turn left! Bring it up! Smash it.
Grenade! Luz, come on, Luz.
-Come on! -Close behind.
Shit! They got us zeroed! Spread it out! Spread it out! -They got us zeroed! -Go now! -Get out of the street! -Get out of there! They got us zeroed! Get out of there! Go! Go! Get the hell out of the street! Move! Let's go! Go! Go! -Take cover! -l need a hand over here! Medic! -Move over! -Through the window! Come on.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on, boy! Move! Move! Move! Get out of the street! Go! Go! Lip! Hey, buddy.
You're okay, Lip.
Everything's where it should be.
Come on.
Upsy-daisy.
-Check up front.
-Get Tipper up here with the bazooka.
-Check across the front.
-Move on one! Hello? Anybody there? Tipper! Tip! Tipper! Answer me! Tip! -Joe? That you? -Looking good, Tip.
Looking real good.
Come here, buddy.
You gotta sit down.
Come on.
Easy, easy.
There you go.
There you go.
Ah, Jesus.
You hang in there, buddy.
We're gonna get you fixed up, all right? Okay.
Guys, you wanna give me a hand here? Come on.
Take the left flank! Take the left flank! Got a bad one.
Padre! -ln the name of the Father, the Son-- -You see what l'm seeing? --is now and forever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
-Crazy fools, the lrish.
-You should know.
Smokey, the window.
Let's go! -Morning, sir.
-What's your name, trooper? Farnsworth from Able Company, We got it clear from here all the way to the north of them Krauts.
Tell your CO 506 secured all positions south of you.
Sir, l'll tell him.
Come on, let's go! Lieutenant Winters.
-Yes, sir? -ls it safe to cross now? -What's that, sir? -ls it safe to cross? -We wanna move the wounded.
-Yes, sir.
Okay.
Come on.
Let's get them out of here.
There she is.
Plasma drip.
You're lucky it was a ricochet.
-Just caught a piece of it.
-Stupid.
-What? -Nothing.
Walking wounded to the rear.
-You gonna be able to stay off it? -Doesn't look that way.
Well, you gotta try, huh? What've we got planned? Well, we expect a counterattack.
Carentan's important to them.
-Any idea when? -We're not waiting around to find out.
Battalion wants us to head east, set up a defensive position.
With the flooded fields, it's the direction they'll come from.
-You gonna be all right? -Yeah.
Good.
What's wrong with Blithe? Well, nothing.
Except he can't see.
-He can't see? -So he says.
Blithe? lt's Lieutenant Winters.
What happened? l don't know, sir.
Well, things.
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They just kind of went black on me.
-What, you can't see? -Not a thing, sir.
l can't see a thing.
Well, you just take it easy, Blithe.
l'll get you out of here.
Get you back to England.
lt's gonna be okay.
Sir.
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l didn't wanna let anyone down.
-No.
Just take it easy.
lt's okay, son.
Sir? -What is it? -Thank you, sir.
l'm okay.
Yeah, l'm okay.
l'm okay.
l think l'm okay.
You can see? God, l don't know what happened.
l think-- l think l'm okay.
All right.
Well, stay a little while longer and make sure.
And then you can report back to your platoon.
Yes, sir.
Now can we get that bandage on? Yeah.
-Berlin by Christmas is how l see it.
-Yeah, you're full of it.
Oh, God.
This Kraut cheese tastes like-- -lt stinks.
-Bread's stale too.
Give me that.
The way we came and took over? Don't seem like Jerry's got much fight left.
Don't get hit in the face when Jerry throws in the sponge, all right? You mark my words, Mal: Berlin by Christmas.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
We're moving out soon.
Out of town, lieutenant? Already? That's right.
Don't they know we're just getting settled here? Nice, Groucho.
-What? -Real smart.
You're taking your life in your own hands.
Right? l told you.
l didn't see it.
What, Speirs shooting the prisoners, or the sergeant in his own platoon? -l didn't hear that! -He shot one of his own? Supposedly, the guy refused to go on a patrol.
Who knows if it's true? Well, l know a guy.
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who said an eyewitness told him Speirs hosed those prisoners.
Why? What for? On D-Day.
Speirs comes across these Kraut prisoners digging a hole.
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under guard and all.
He breaks out a pack of smokes, passes them out.
He even gives them a light.
Then, all of a sudden, he swings up his Thompson and: He hoses them.
l mean, goddamn! He gives them smokes first?! -That's why l don't think he did it.
-You don't? l heard he didn't.
No, it was him, all right.
But it was more than eight.
More like 20.
Hell of a shot.
All except one guy, who he left alone.
From what l heard, he took that last -That l saw.
-On his own? l don't care if any of the other stuff's true.
-Grab your smokes and gear.
-What do you think? l don't know.
Gonna take everybody's word.
l didn't see it.
Let's go! 1 st Platoon! Weapons on me.
We're moving out.
On your feet! Tactical columns! Flankers out! Flanks up! -That means you, Private Blithe.
-Come on, bud.
Get up.
You want the bread? Hey, Luz.
How far are we going? Oh, Jesus Christ, Frank.
l don't know.
Until they tell us to stop.
High ground.
There's high ground up ahead.
Okay, genius.
Answer me this then: Why is Easy the only company who's either at the front of an advance.
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or, like now, exposed at the edge of the line? -To keep you on your toes.
-No.
We're never in the middle.
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and we're the fifth of nine of this regiment.
-Able through ltem.
Think of it.
-See there? You see that-- lncoming! Contact right! Get in the hedgerow! See what l mean?! Bring it around! Right there! Sergeant More! Stay low! Luz, get down here with the radio! Sergeant More! On me! Go, go, go! What have they got to sing about? Flash! Thunder.
Catchy tune, ain't it? -Hey, lieutenant.
What's the news? -Same as it was this afternoon.
-They're in their hedge, we're in ours.
-Spell me a minute, sir? You gonna let Blithe get some sleep? -My back teeth are floating.
-Get back ASAP.
You can count on me, sir.
How you doing, Blithe? l'm okay, sir.
What happened at the aid station today? Doc Roe, he called it hysterical blindness.
No, thank you, sir.
You know what they said in basic: Dehydration's a soldier's worst enemy.
Here.
lt's a game, Blithe.
That's all.
We're-- Hell, we're just moving the ball forward one yard at a time.
Nothing but a game.
What is, sir? This.
The whole thing.
No.
Thank you, sir.
Just a game.
Harry.
S2 said the Germans only left a company to defend Carentan.
-The rest pulled out last night.
-l knew that town was too easy.
They regrouped south of town.
May have been going to a counterattack when we ran into them here.
Strength unknown.
They want the town back.
And we're in their way.
lf they don't come before then, we're attacking at first light, 0530.
l'll tell the men to fix bayonets.
Not much of a limp.
-l'll survive.
-How is it? Hurts.
War is hell.
Smith, wake up.
Come on, Smith.
Get up.
lt's your watch.
lt's your watch.
Easy, Smith.
lt's me, Talbert! What are you doing?! That's Talbert! -l didn't-- -Goddamn! -Gosh! -Medic! l didn't mean to.
He looked like a Kraut.
-Can you breathe? -l can breathe.
-Look at me.
-Yeah, l can breathe! You're gonna be fine.
What the hell is that? Sounds like it's coming from 3rd Platoon.
Don't you wanna get some sleep? l don't think-- l don't think l can.
Then go take a look.
-Flash.
-Thunder.
Thunder! Lieutenant Speirs, sir.
Where you going, private? Check out the noise, sir.
l just came from there.
Everything's under control.
Got some nervous privates in your company.
We do, sir.
Yeah, we do.
l can vouch for that.
They just don't see how simple it is.
How simple what is, sir? Just do what you have to do.
Like you did on D-Day, sir? Lieutenant.
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Sir, when l landed on D-Day, l found myself in a ditch all by myself.
l fell asleep.
l think it was the air-sickness pills they gave us.
When l woke up, l didn't really try to find my unit.
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to fight.
l just-- l just kind of stayed put.
What's your name, trooper? Blithe, sir.
Albert Blithe.
You know why you hid in that ditch, Blithe? l was scared.
We were all scared.
You hid because you think there's still hope.
But, Blithe.
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the only hope you have is to accept that you're already dead.
The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll function as you're supposed to.
Without mercy.
Without compassion.
Without remorse.
All war depends upon it.
Got any smokes? You want some of this candy? No? The outpost got ammo.
-Here you go.
-We don't know what they've got.
They may be a weaker force, maybe more paratroopers.
-You know how they can be.
-Fire and maneuver.
That's the name of the game: Fire and maneuver.
Dog and Fox companies will be on our left flank with us.
Any questions? -Let's make them holler.
-lt's 9:30 at night back home.
-Must be-- -Mortar! -lncoming! Everybody in the hole! -Take cover! Down, down, down, down! Get that OP in! Tell them to hold.
All Easy stations.
Easy 6, hold in position.
Go! Lock and load! -Easy Red 6! -Medic! l've got mortars across my line.
No infantry yet.
l'm pulling the OP in.
Right stake plus 1 5.
Charge three! Range, 600.
Load! Fire! Up and load! Fire! -Come on! -Come on! Move it! Hurry! Watch for silhouettes on the horizon! Find your target.
Muzzle fire! -Nail it! Keep low! -Watch the horizon! Keep low! Go! Go! Go! Perconte! Get your men in order! Stay low.
Pour it on them, Perconte! To your left! Keep going! Keep going! Keep it up! l want fire superiority! Guarnere, keep them pinned down! Keep firing! Sergeants, reverse! Cover the crest of that hill! No! No! Where the hell did they come from? Okay, pull back! Holy shit! There goes our left flank! -Sir, Dog and Fox are pulling back.
-What? Who gave that order?! Keep firing! Stay low! Stay low.
Keep firing, Perconte! Come on, Blithe.
Stand up! Get up on your feet, soldier.
Get up, Blithe.
That's right, Blithe.
You can do it.
Fire your weapon, Blithe.
Hit those goddamn Germans, Blithe! Rip it at them, Blithe! Keep firing! Let them have it! Keep firing! Don't slack it off! Let them have it, Blithe! Pour it on them, Blithe! The left flank! Watch your left flank! Fire! Fire! Krauts over there! Keep the line of fire up here! Move it! Blaze spray! Let's go, McGrath! On me! Shift your fire right! Down! Down! Get together! Come on! You're gonna get me killed, lieutenant.
l knew you'd get me killed! -Wait until l tell you! -l can't! -Hold your fire! -No, that's too close.
-Bitch! Son of a bitch! -Too close! Medic! Come on! Now fire, McGrath! Fire! -Yeah! -Yeah! -Covering fire! -Covering fire! -Keep firing south! -Fire! You hit a home run, huh? -Smith, l've been hit! -l got you! Get me out of here! Medic! Randleman! You okay? Move it! Move it! -Rounds complete! -Rounds complete! -Skip! More ammo! Go! Go! -l'm on my way! Medic! Medic! Jesus, what was that? Shermans! Well, hello, 2nd Armored.
That's right, you sorry asses! Run! The cavalry! Come on in! The tanks! Oh, you beautiful babies, you! Let's go! Pour it on them! Let them have it! Come on! -Look! Shermans! -About damn time.
Come on! Come on.
Come on.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, buddy, you okay? Looks like you fellas had a heck of a fight.
Move forward on the right flank.
We need to know what's in there.
-l don't know who to send.
-Ask for volunteers.
l hate asking for volunteers.
Then pick them.
Need to take a look at that farmhouse.
Who wants to go? l'll go.
Anybody else? Martin, Dukeman, you just volunteered.
l'll be the lead.
Blithe's lead scout.
Move out.
Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? -You been hauling it since we jumped? -Gonna send it to Kitty from England.
Silk.
lt'll make a good wedding dress, what with rationing and all.
-l never would have guessed.
-What? That l'm so sentimental? That you think we'll make it back to England.
Okay.
Here we go again.
Covering fire! Covering fire! Go! Go! Come on! Hang in there, Blithe.
Keep moving! Down! -Medic up! -Top window right! Hang in there.
Medic! We need a medic down here! Cease fire! Cease fire! Take it easy, Blithe.
Take it easy.
Come on, Duke.
Come on.
Coming through.
Give me room.
Get out of my way.
l got it.
-What happened? -Sniper.
All right, l got you.
Nice and easy.
They're pulling us off the front line.
Now? To a field camp north of Utah Beach.
Hot food and showers.
Then back to England.
-Where's medical supply? -Third tent on the right.
Harry.
-How's the leg? -Stiff.
Sore.
-They want me to take it easy.
-Yeah, you should.
Talked to Colonel Sink.
Said he appreciated Easy holding the line.
Said General Taylor was pleased.
That's why l came to France, to please General Taylor.
Yeah.
ln acknowledgement of the blood shed serving your country.
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it is my honor to present you with the Order of the Purple Heart.
Thank you, sir.
How many does that make? Two? Three? -You have no shame.
-Hey, l got one hole in my shoulder.
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a second in my calf.
Then there's the boil on my shin.
And he only gets one.
Yeah! Woo-hoo! This is great! -She fancied me, Alton.
-ln your dreams, buddy.
-Whoa! Jesus! -Jesus! lt's good to be alive! -Jesus Christ, that sure was close.
-Missed by a mile.
Hey, Bull, come over here.
Bull, come over here.
-l got a seat for you.
-Hey, Hoobler.
-Be quiet.
-''The Night of the Bayonet.
'' The night was filled with dark and cold When Sgt.
Talbert, the story's told l don't like this.
Pulled on his poncho and headed out To check the lines Dressed like a Kraut Why is everyone in such a hurry to get back, huh? We don't need you anymore.
Upon a trooper our hero came Fast asleep, he called his name ''Smith, oh, Smith! Get up! It's time To take your turn out on the line'' -Do you know what he's talking about? -The night of the bayonet.
-Whatever that is.
-But Smith, so very weary Cracked an eye, all red and bleary Grabbed his rifle, he did not tarry Hearing Floyd, but seeing Jerry -Oh, my God.
-Way to go, Smithy! ''It's me, '' cried Tab, ''Don 't do it!'' And yet Smith charged, with bayonet -He lunged, he thrust, high and low -Come on! And skewered the boy from Kokomo l'm heading back to barracks.
-You Heffron? -Yeah.
-Where you from? -Who's asking? -You from Philadelphia? -South Philly.
l could tell.
-Seventeenth Street.
-Yeah? Front Street.
Come here.
Sit down.
-Know a guy named Johnny Waylon? -Yeah, l know Johnny.
Since you didn't qualify for a Purple Heart.
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we've taken matters into our own hands.
Tab, this is for you.
-A souvenir.
-That's right.
-Congratulations! -l could have shot him a dozen times.
l just didn't think we could spare a man.
Couple of announcements, men.
First-- Listen up.
First, the training exercise scheduled for 2200 has been cancelled.
Secondly.
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all passes are hereby revoked.
We're heading back to France, so pack your gear.
We will not be returning to England, boys.
Anyone who has not made out a will, go to the supply office.
Trucks depart from Membury at 0700.
As you were.
Hello? Hello? Good morning, Mrs.
Lamb.
Sorry to be so early.
-That's all right, private.
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-Come in.
-Actually, it's Sgt.
Malarkey now.
-l just got promoted.
-Oh, lovely.
l expect you want your laundry.
l heard the trucks all night.
-The Yanks must be off again.
-For good this time.
l'm sorry to hear that.
Two shirts, two pairs of trousers.
Two bob and tuppence, please.
l can't-- Thank you.
Would you like a cup of tea? The water's boiling.
No.
No, thank you.
l'm in a hell of a-- Bit of a hurry.
But thank you anyway.
-Oh, private? -Yes, ma'am? Lieutenant Meehan's one of yours, isn't he? l hope he hasn't forgotten his laundry.
-l'll take it.
-Thank you.
You couldn't be a dear and help me with a few others, could you? Uh, let's see.
Sergeant Evans, Private Moya, Blowzer.
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Gray, Miller.
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Owen.
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Collins, Elliot.
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Blithe.
l thought l'd be killed instantly.
l thought one of two things: a quick death.
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or l'd come through without a scratch.
l think everybody had fear.
l think there's people that can handle fear.
l think l was probably one of them.
l think l was just as scared as anybody else, except l could think.
lt's a feeling you would not let yourself down.
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and you would not let your comrades or your unit down.
We all had fear, but we all had training to know.
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you try to handle your fear.
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and work to accomplish what you're supposed to be doing.
Hey, it looks like what's-his-name.
You know, from 1 st Platoon? -Our 1 st Platoon? -lt sure does.
Blithe.
Hey, Blithe.
Blithe! Keep moving! Get down! Thought that was you.
You alone? You're the first familiar faces l've seen.
l ain't surprised.
They dropped us all over the peninsula.
We've been fighting with the 502nd since we got here.
You? Oh, l've been.
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trying to find Easy.
-Join the club.
Spread out! Hey, fellas.
-Look who decided to show up, Floyd.
-Hey, Luz.
-Thought we'd never find you.
-You okay? -Get a load of this.
Like it? -lt's real? -Of course.
-You like this? Oh, nice.
That's a beauty, sarge.
lt's a hell of a poncho.
My Luger's gonna put you all to shame when l get it.
How was your jump? -Missed the DZ.
-Yeah, that goes without saying.
-l guess so.
-Got any souvenirs to trade? They're all ticking, unlike their previous owners.
Got anything good? Not yet.
So have we lost anybody? Burgess took one in the face.
Wynn got pinked in the behind.
-They're gonna be okay.
-That's good.
-Run into Lt.
Meehan on your travels? -No.
Why? Company HQ's still missing.
They think the plane went down.
-They say he's gonna turn up.
-l ain't holding my breath.
-Who's in command? -Winters for now.
Lt.
Welsh is 1 st Platoon.
-Easy Company on the road! -1 st Platoon! -Platoon! Move out! -On your feet.
Let's go, 1 st Platoon! -Easy's moving out.
On your feet.
-Let's go! -Stand up, let's go! Here we go! -Today, people! Listen! lt'll be dark soon.
Light and noise discipline from here on.
No talking, smoking or grab-fanny with the man in front of you.
-Where we headed to? -We're taking Carentan.
Sounds like fun.
lt's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach can head inland.
Until we take Carentan, they're stuck.
Taylor's sending the whole division.
''Remember, boys, give me three days and three nights of hard fighting.
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and you will be relieved.
'' Lieutenant, l'll take point.
Hoobler will be lead scout.
-Blithe, glad you could join us.
-Thank you.
Fox Company.
Shake a leg.
''Another thing to remember, boys: flies spread disease.
So keep yours closed.
'' Don't wake Jerry.
-Damn it.
-What? -We lost F Company, sir.
-Again? -We lost F Company.
-Again? -Blithe, Skinny, guess what.
-Pass the word to hold up.
-Take Blithe and go find F Company.
-Yes, sir.
Come on, Blithe.
Shit.
-Did you send somebody? -Hoobler and Blithe.
Why are we stopped? This is about officers crapping out on their training, Nix.
Come on.
Let's get this show on the road.
Dang mosquitoes.
What is it? -Flash.
-Thunder.
-l can hear you across the field.
-You F Company? That's right.
Where you all been? Blithe, go tell the lieutenant we found F Company.
-l'll find out where these yokels are.
-Hey, who you calling a yokel? He's dead, private.
-Did you find Fox Company? -Yes, sir.
Thought he-- l thought he had me.
-Fallschirmjäger.
-Paratrooper? Division thinks there's a regiment of them holding Carentan.
Well, there's one less to worry about.
That's edelweiss.
That only grows in the Alps above the tree line.
He climbed up there to get it.
lt's said to be the mark of a true soldier.
Take the 1 st straight up the middle.
We have to move quickly.
l'll be right behind you with 2nd and 3rd.
-Go! -Let's go, 1 st, let's go.
Go, go! Go! Fire! -ln the ditch! Down! Down! Down! Down! -lncoming! -Goddamn it.
-Where the fuck is everybody? -Where'd everybody go? -l have no idea! Let's go, Easy! Get those MGs moving, will you? -Get them out of there! -They're in the open! Go! Go! Get them going, Buck! Follow me, Easy! Move out! Move out, men! Go! Move out! Move out! Get yourselves out of that ditch! We have men getting killed out there, Blithe! Move! You got no cover there! Go! Spotter! Upstairs window! Left! Follow me! Get out of those trenches! -Down, down, down, down! -lncoming! That's an MG42! -Medic up! -No! Stay down! He's shot! Get out of the dirt! Nazi! There's one in the upper-- -Medic! -Pull him back! Ah, shit! Sniper! Thataway! Second floor left! Ah, shit! l need some covering fire.
Ready, Luz? Okay, l'm out.
Guarnere! Clear that sector on the right! Hey, up with me! -Shit! -Move, Luz! Here! High! You okay, Shifty? We gotta take that warehouse! Shifty! Hammer those windows.
Let's go! Move! Go! Go! Start clearing these buildings.
Two to a house.
Second two.
Go! Go! Houses on the right! Check them and clear them! Turn left! Bring it up! Smash it.
Grenade! Luz, come on, Luz.
-Come on! -Close behind.
Shit! They got us zeroed! Spread it out! Spread it out! -They got us zeroed! -Go now! -Get out of the street! -Get out of there! They got us zeroed! Get out of there! Go! Go! Get the hell out of the street! Move! Let's go! Go! Go! -Take cover! -l need a hand over here! Medic! -Move over! -Through the window! Come on.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on, boy! Move! Move! Move! Get out of the street! Go! Go! Lip! Hey, buddy.
You're okay, Lip.
Everything's where it should be.
Come on.
Upsy-daisy.
-Check up front.
-Get Tipper up here with the bazooka.
-Check across the front.
-Move on one! Hello? Anybody there? Tipper! Tip! Tipper! Answer me! Tip! -Joe? That you? -Looking good, Tip.
Looking real good.
Come here, buddy.
You gotta sit down.
Come on.
Easy, easy.
There you go.
There you go.
Ah, Jesus.
You hang in there, buddy.
We're gonna get you fixed up, all right? Okay.
Guys, you wanna give me a hand here? Come on.
Take the left flank! Take the left flank! Got a bad one.
Padre! -ln the name of the Father, the Son-- -You see what l'm seeing? --is now and forever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
-Crazy fools, the lrish.
-You should know.
Smokey, the window.
Let's go! -Morning, sir.
-What's your name, trooper? Farnsworth from Able Company, We got it clear from here all the way to the north of them Krauts.
Tell your CO 506 secured all positions south of you.
Sir, l'll tell him.
Come on, let's go! Lieutenant Winters.
-Yes, sir? -ls it safe to cross now? -What's that, sir? -ls it safe to cross? -We wanna move the wounded.
-Yes, sir.
Okay.
Come on.
Let's get them out of here.
There she is.
Plasma drip.
You're lucky it was a ricochet.
-Just caught a piece of it.
-Stupid.
-What? -Nothing.
Walking wounded to the rear.
-You gonna be able to stay off it? -Doesn't look that way.
Well, you gotta try, huh? What've we got planned? Well, we expect a counterattack.
Carentan's important to them.
-Any idea when? -We're not waiting around to find out.
Battalion wants us to head east, set up a defensive position.
With the flooded fields, it's the direction they'll come from.
-You gonna be all right? -Yeah.
Good.
What's wrong with Blithe? Well, nothing.
Except he can't see.
-He can't see? -So he says.
Blithe? lt's Lieutenant Winters.
What happened? l don't know, sir.
Well, things.
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They just kind of went black on me.
-What, you can't see? -Not a thing, sir.
l can't see a thing.
Well, you just take it easy, Blithe.
l'll get you out of here.
Get you back to England.
lt's gonna be okay.
Sir.
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l didn't wanna let anyone down.
-No.
Just take it easy.
lt's okay, son.
Sir? -What is it? -Thank you, sir.
l'm okay.
Yeah, l'm okay.
l'm okay.
l think l'm okay.
You can see? God, l don't know what happened.
l think-- l think l'm okay.
All right.
Well, stay a little while longer and make sure.
And then you can report back to your platoon.
Yes, sir.
Now can we get that bandage on? Yeah.
-Berlin by Christmas is how l see it.
-Yeah, you're full of it.
Oh, God.
This Kraut cheese tastes like-- -lt stinks.
-Bread's stale too.
Give me that.
The way we came and took over? Don't seem like Jerry's got much fight left.
Don't get hit in the face when Jerry throws in the sponge, all right? You mark my words, Mal: Berlin by Christmas.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
We're moving out soon.
Out of town, lieutenant? Already? That's right.
Don't they know we're just getting settled here? Nice, Groucho.
-What? -Real smart.
You're taking your life in your own hands.
Right? l told you.
l didn't see it.
What, Speirs shooting the prisoners, or the sergeant in his own platoon? -l didn't hear that! -He shot one of his own? Supposedly, the guy refused to go on a patrol.
Who knows if it's true? Well, l know a guy.
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who said an eyewitness told him Speirs hosed those prisoners.
Why? What for? On D-Day.
Speirs comes across these Kraut prisoners digging a hole.
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under guard and all.
He breaks out a pack of smokes, passes them out.
He even gives them a light.
Then, all of a sudden, he swings up his Thompson and: He hoses them.
l mean, goddamn! He gives them smokes first?! -That's why l don't think he did it.
-You don't? l heard he didn't.
No, it was him, all right.
But it was more than eight.
More like 20.
Hell of a shot.
All except one guy, who he left alone.
From what l heard, he took that last -That l saw.
-On his own? l don't care if any of the other stuff's true.
-Grab your smokes and gear.
-What do you think? l don't know.
Gonna take everybody's word.
l didn't see it.
Let's go! 1 st Platoon! Weapons on me.
We're moving out.
On your feet! Tactical columns! Flankers out! Flanks up! -That means you, Private Blithe.
-Come on, bud.
Get up.
You want the bread? Hey, Luz.
How far are we going? Oh, Jesus Christ, Frank.
l don't know.
Until they tell us to stop.
High ground.
There's high ground up ahead.
Okay, genius.
Answer me this then: Why is Easy the only company who's either at the front of an advance.
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or, like now, exposed at the edge of the line? -To keep you on your toes.
-No.
We're never in the middle.
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and we're the fifth of nine of this regiment.
-Able through ltem.
Think of it.
-See there? You see that-- lncoming! Contact right! Get in the hedgerow! See what l mean?! Bring it around! Right there! Sergeant More! Stay low! Luz, get down here with the radio! Sergeant More! On me! Go, go, go! What have they got to sing about? Flash! Thunder.
Catchy tune, ain't it? -Hey, lieutenant.
What's the news? -Same as it was this afternoon.
-They're in their hedge, we're in ours.
-Spell me a minute, sir? You gonna let Blithe get some sleep? -My back teeth are floating.
-Get back ASAP.
You can count on me, sir.
How you doing, Blithe? l'm okay, sir.
What happened at the aid station today? Doc Roe, he called it hysterical blindness.
No, thank you, sir.
You know what they said in basic: Dehydration's a soldier's worst enemy.
Here.
lt's a game, Blithe.
That's all.
We're-- Hell, we're just moving the ball forward one yard at a time.
Nothing but a game.
What is, sir? This.
The whole thing.
No.
Thank you, sir.
Just a game.
Harry.
S2 said the Germans only left a company to defend Carentan.
-The rest pulled out last night.
-l knew that town was too easy.
They regrouped south of town.
May have been going to a counterattack when we ran into them here.
Strength unknown.
They want the town back.
And we're in their way.
lf they don't come before then, we're attacking at first light, 0530.
l'll tell the men to fix bayonets.
Not much of a limp.
-l'll survive.
-How is it? Hurts.
War is hell.
Smith, wake up.
Come on, Smith.
Get up.
lt's your watch.
lt's your watch.
Easy, Smith.
lt's me, Talbert! What are you doing?! That's Talbert! -l didn't-- -Goddamn! -Gosh! -Medic! l didn't mean to.
He looked like a Kraut.
-Can you breathe? -l can breathe.
-Look at me.
-Yeah, l can breathe! You're gonna be fine.
What the hell is that? Sounds like it's coming from 3rd Platoon.
Don't you wanna get some sleep? l don't think-- l don't think l can.
Then go take a look.
-Flash.
-Thunder.
Thunder! Lieutenant Speirs, sir.
Where you going, private? Check out the noise, sir.
l just came from there.
Everything's under control.
Got some nervous privates in your company.
We do, sir.
Yeah, we do.
l can vouch for that.
They just don't see how simple it is.
How simple what is, sir? Just do what you have to do.
Like you did on D-Day, sir? Lieutenant.
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Sir, when l landed on D-Day, l found myself in a ditch all by myself.
l fell asleep.
l think it was the air-sickness pills they gave us.
When l woke up, l didn't really try to find my unit.
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to fight.
l just-- l just kind of stayed put.
What's your name, trooper? Blithe, sir.
Albert Blithe.
You know why you hid in that ditch, Blithe? l was scared.
We were all scared.
You hid because you think there's still hope.
But, Blithe.
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the only hope you have is to accept that you're already dead.
The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll function as you're supposed to.
Without mercy.
Without compassion.
Without remorse.
All war depends upon it.
Got any smokes? You want some of this candy? No? The outpost got ammo.
-Here you go.
-We don't know what they've got.
They may be a weaker force, maybe more paratroopers.
-You know how they can be.
-Fire and maneuver.
That's the name of the game: Fire and maneuver.
Dog and Fox companies will be on our left flank with us.
Any questions? -Let's make them holler.
-lt's 9:30 at night back home.
-Must be-- -Mortar! -lncoming! Everybody in the hole! -Take cover! Down, down, down, down! Get that OP in! Tell them to hold.
All Easy stations.
Easy 6, hold in position.
Go! Lock and load! -Easy Red 6! -Medic! l've got mortars across my line.
No infantry yet.
l'm pulling the OP in.
Right stake plus 1 5.
Charge three! Range, 600.
Load! Fire! Up and load! Fire! -Come on! -Come on! Move it! Hurry! Watch for silhouettes on the horizon! Find your target.
Muzzle fire! -Nail it! Keep low! -Watch the horizon! Keep low! Go! Go! Go! Perconte! Get your men in order! Stay low.
Pour it on them, Perconte! To your left! Keep going! Keep going! Keep it up! l want fire superiority! Guarnere, keep them pinned down! Keep firing! Sergeants, reverse! Cover the crest of that hill! No! No! Where the hell did they come from? Okay, pull back! Holy shit! There goes our left flank! -Sir, Dog and Fox are pulling back.
-What? Who gave that order?! Keep firing! Stay low! Stay low.
Keep firing, Perconte! Come on, Blithe.
Stand up! Get up on your feet, soldier.
Get up, Blithe.
That's right, Blithe.
You can do it.
Fire your weapon, Blithe.
Hit those goddamn Germans, Blithe! Rip it at them, Blithe! Keep firing! Let them have it! Keep firing! Don't slack it off! Let them have it, Blithe! Pour it on them, Blithe! The left flank! Watch your left flank! Fire! Fire! Krauts over there! Keep the line of fire up here! Move it! Blaze spray! Let's go, McGrath! On me! Shift your fire right! Down! Down! Get together! Come on! You're gonna get me killed, lieutenant.
l knew you'd get me killed! -Wait until l tell you! -l can't! -Hold your fire! -No, that's too close.
-Bitch! Son of a bitch! -Too close! Medic! Come on! Now fire, McGrath! Fire! -Yeah! -Yeah! -Covering fire! -Covering fire! -Keep firing south! -Fire! You hit a home run, huh? -Smith, l've been hit! -l got you! Get me out of here! Medic! Randleman! You okay? Move it! Move it! -Rounds complete! -Rounds complete! -Skip! More ammo! Go! Go! -l'm on my way! Medic! Medic! Jesus, what was that? Shermans! Well, hello, 2nd Armored.
That's right, you sorry asses! Run! The cavalry! Come on in! The tanks! Oh, you beautiful babies, you! Let's go! Pour it on them! Let them have it! Come on! -Look! Shermans! -About damn time.
Come on! Come on.
Come on.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, buddy, you okay? Looks like you fellas had a heck of a fight.
Move forward on the right flank.
We need to know what's in there.
-l don't know who to send.
-Ask for volunteers.
l hate asking for volunteers.
Then pick them.
Need to take a look at that farmhouse.
Who wants to go? l'll go.
Anybody else? Martin, Dukeman, you just volunteered.
l'll be the lead.
Blithe's lead scout.
Move out.
Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? -You been hauling it since we jumped? -Gonna send it to Kitty from England.
Silk.
lt'll make a good wedding dress, what with rationing and all.
-l never would have guessed.
-What? That l'm so sentimental? That you think we'll make it back to England.
Okay.
Here we go again.
Covering fire! Covering fire! Go! Go! Come on! Hang in there, Blithe.
Keep moving! Down! -Medic up! -Top window right! Hang in there.
Medic! We need a medic down here! Cease fire! Cease fire! Take it easy, Blithe.
Take it easy.
Come on, Duke.
Come on.
Coming through.
Give me room.
Get out of my way.
l got it.
-What happened? -Sniper.
All right, l got you.
Nice and easy.
They're pulling us off the front line.
Now? To a field camp north of Utah Beach.
Hot food and showers.
Then back to England.
-Where's medical supply? -Third tent on the right.
Harry.
-How's the leg? -Stiff.
Sore.
-They want me to take it easy.
-Yeah, you should.
Talked to Colonel Sink.
Said he appreciated Easy holding the line.
Said General Taylor was pleased.
That's why l came to France, to please General Taylor.
Yeah.
ln acknowledgement of the blood shed serving your country.
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it is my honor to present you with the Order of the Purple Heart.
Thank you, sir.
How many does that make? Two? Three? -You have no shame.
-Hey, l got one hole in my shoulder.
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a second in my calf.
Then there's the boil on my shin.
And he only gets one.
Yeah! Woo-hoo! This is great! -She fancied me, Alton.
-ln your dreams, buddy.
-Whoa! Jesus! -Jesus! lt's good to be alive! -Jesus Christ, that sure was close.
-Missed by a mile.
Hey, Bull, come over here.
Bull, come over here.
-l got a seat for you.
-Hey, Hoobler.
-Be quiet.
-''The Night of the Bayonet.
'' The night was filled with dark and cold When Sgt.
Talbert, the story's told l don't like this.
Pulled on his poncho and headed out To check the lines Dressed like a Kraut Why is everyone in such a hurry to get back, huh? We don't need you anymore.
Upon a trooper our hero came Fast asleep, he called his name ''Smith, oh, Smith! Get up! It's time To take your turn out on the line'' -Do you know what he's talking about? -The night of the bayonet.
-Whatever that is.
-But Smith, so very weary Cracked an eye, all red and bleary Grabbed his rifle, he did not tarry Hearing Floyd, but seeing Jerry -Oh, my God.
-Way to go, Smithy! ''It's me, '' cried Tab, ''Don 't do it!'' And yet Smith charged, with bayonet -He lunged, he thrust, high and low -Come on! And skewered the boy from Kokomo l'm heading back to barracks.
-You Heffron? -Yeah.
-Where you from? -Who's asking? -You from Philadelphia? -South Philly.
l could tell.
-Seventeenth Street.
-Yeah? Front Street.
Come here.
Sit down.
-Know a guy named Johnny Waylon? -Yeah, l know Johnny.
Since you didn't qualify for a Purple Heart.
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we've taken matters into our own hands.
Tab, this is for you.
-A souvenir.
-That's right.
-Congratulations! -l could have shot him a dozen times.
l just didn't think we could spare a man.
Couple of announcements, men.
First-- Listen up.
First, the training exercise scheduled for 2200 has been cancelled.
Secondly.
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all passes are hereby revoked.
We're heading back to France, so pack your gear.
We will not be returning to England, boys.
Anyone who has not made out a will, go to the supply office.
Trucks depart from Membury at 0700.
As you were.
Hello? Hello? Good morning, Mrs.
Lamb.
Sorry to be so early.
-That's all right, private.
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-Come in.
-Actually, it's Sgt.
Malarkey now.
-l just got promoted.
-Oh, lovely.
l expect you want your laundry.
l heard the trucks all night.
-The Yanks must be off again.
-For good this time.
l'm sorry to hear that.
Two shirts, two pairs of trousers.
Two bob and tuppence, please.
l can't-- Thank you.
Would you like a cup of tea? The water's boiling.
No.
No, thank you.
l'm in a hell of a-- Bit of a hurry.
But thank you anyway.
-Oh, private? -Yes, ma'am? Lieutenant Meehan's one of yours, isn't he? l hope he hasn't forgotten his laundry.
-l'll take it.
-Thank you.
You couldn't be a dear and help me with a few others, could you? Uh, let's see.
Sergeant Evans, Private Moya, Blowzer.
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Gray, Miller.
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Owen.
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Collins, Elliot.
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Blithe.