[engines roar]
[soft music]
Running low, Frank.
Enough to make it back?
Yeah, just enough.
Doesn't look I'm
making this thing back.
There's only one
more plane to make--
Yeah, Mike.
I'm still up for more.
Thanks for reminding me again.
Hey, I'm just
doing my job, man.
All right.
Let's head back.
Roger that.
[suspenseful music]
Easy.
Mike, there's a train down here.
I'm going to take a pass.
Roger that.
Make it fast.
I'm running low on fuel.
And me.
Right.
That's why I said make it fast.
[explosions]
[wheels screech]
Man, I love when
those trains explode.
Woo!
Just in time.
Roger that.
[engine roars]
[dramatic music]
[a*tillery fire]
Mike?
Mike!
No!
No.
[a*tillery fire]
[tearing]
Mayday, mayday.
This is Little Blue, over.
Mayday.
Code red.
[engine stops]
Come on, you piece of sh*t.
[serene music]
[light, suspenseful music]
[engine roars]
How much further you reckon
these white soldiers are?
They should be just up ahead.
I haven't seen a
minefield all day.
Well, that's the point, Salty.
You're not supposed
to see a mine.
That's why we find them
and disassemble them.
The Germans bury
them at night.
Well, them white
boys don't like that
finding them at night stuff.
Dammit, Salty, if
the mines don't k*ll,
us your driving will.
You just let me worry
about the driving.
Salty, that's exactly what
I'm worried about because you
can't drive worth a damn.
Ain't my fault these roads
are hard as hell on the tr*nny.
On the tr*nny.
Yeah, right.
Just keep it
straight and true.
I always do, Lieutenant.
We figure this is
the last minefield
we're going to have to clear
before we push in to Bellecour?
Well, the army don't
like losing tanks.
Yeah.
Best send in the
dark-skinned brothers.
They don't mind losing us.
[laughs] Crackers in the
back of the bus this time.
Ain't no fare you want to ride.
It's what we're
trained to do, gentlemen.
I'm just glad
we're in the fight.
Hell yeah?
Hell yeah.
And Lord, bless
this Jeep and get us
safely through this minefield.
Help us strike down our
enemy who strives to vanquish
our divine mission to
restore peace and prosperity
in your mighty Kingdom.
Amen.
[car bumps]
And Lord, please provide
a safe passage and salvation
from Salty's driving, amen.
Amen.
I don't think that's
how the Lord works.
Well, he's supposed to
work in mysterious ways.
Yeah.
[laughs]
Funny.
You guys wait here.
Hey, sir, can I help you?
Yes, Lieutenant.
You're late.
Sorry, sir.
This mine needs
to be disposed.
Yes, sir.
That's my job.
Oh, I know it is.
Do you think I know it?
Yes, sir.
We'll take care of it.
Have you swept and cleared
this area for any enemy?
Of course we have, yup.
Don't you think we'd be
here if it wasn't clear?
I would hope so.
Just get this
cleared, Lieutenant,
and then we can get moving.
You're holding us up.
Are we clear?
Crystal, sir.
[sighs]
Help.
[dramatic music]
Faster.
We'll blitz them now.
You understand?
It's the only thing we have.
Go.
[troops speaking german]
Yo, them white boys
don't be looking too happy.
When we around, white
folks ain't ever happy.
That's true.
That's true.
Found it.
It's a teller mine.
Mark it and blow.
Oh, we're going to blow it.
Salty.
Sir?
One pound of HG.
SALTY: Sir.
Fire!
[a*tillery fire]
If they hit those
mines, then he's gone.
They hit that
mine, we all gone.
[g*nshots]
SOLDIER: Hey, get him.
Don't be stupid.
SOLDIER: [exclamation]
And fire!
We've got to help him.
We're going to att*ck.
We're going to att*ck?
Thank god he knows
what he's doing.
Go, go.
[suspenseful music]
[g*nshots]
[high-pitched sound]
[somber music]
We've got to help him.
[g*nshots]
Cover me.
Got it.
On me.
Yeah.
[shouting]
We will deploy.
You will cover us on the spot.
Sir.
There will be no surrender.
You understand?
[exclamation]
[somber music]
[dramatic music]
Everything OK, sir?
Yeah.
Hell yeah?
Hell yeah.
[a*tillery fire]
[g*nshots]
What's that round?
Bazooka.
Ellison.
Army men.
We're going to clear down the
trench in the f*ring line.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Ready?
On my mark.
Hey, Ellie?
Don't miss.
3, 2, now.
Over the top.
[soldiers speaking german]
Dozer, I want you to keep
f*ring and don't let up.
Yes, sir.
This is your signal.
[expl*si*n]
[g*nshots]
Fire!
[expl*si*n]
Hands up!
I said, hands up!
Get up on them.
Both hands.
Let me see them, right now.
[swing music]
[scoffs]
What is this?
This look like goose sh*t.
I can't eat this.
You don't even want this.
I ain't seen you eat all day.
You ain't nothing else?
You got something else.
That's even worse.
Stop it.
Stop.
[soldiers clamor]
Y'all shut up.
Y'all shut up.
You got to eat.
Nasty anyway.
No worse than your mama makes.
[somber music]
Did what I could,
found some real eggs.
You did right.
But sometimes when you're
right, you're wrong.
And when they're
wrong, they're right.
We've got no control over it.
I figure the best
we could do is not
fear it, keep moving forward.
The rest of the cards, they
have to fall where they fall.
[chuckles]
You have a way to fight a w*r.
Hell of a way.
Real eggs, huh?
Stole them myself.
These are real
eggs, all right.
Hell yeah.
[both chuckle]
I put your name forward for
your b*ttlefield commission.
Why is that?
Because the army needs
good Black officers.
But me?
That's right, Red.
Does that mean I'd have to
leave the-- leave the men?
There is a probability.
Thank you.
Look, you don't have to accept
it, but you do deserve it.
Think about it.
[spits]
In the army, we
salute officers.
I don't believe you
heard the Lieutenant.
We don't salute Negroes.
We don't salute the
color of a man's skin.
You'll either
salute the Lieutenant
or pick your teeth
up off the ground.
Now, was that so hard?
What are you all looking at?
Get back to work!
[clicks teeth]
Lieutenant.
Sergeant.
Sir.
Well, I'm up to my elbows in
logistics for a push into Metz,
and all the division
seems to care
about is putting together
a damn search party
for some crashed fighter pilot.
Can you believe that?
No, sir.
So I'm hoping you
have the scouting report
on the blue sector.
Yes, sir.
Zone blue is clear.
We double our push
from green into blue,
we can clear those mines
without any issue, sir.
[clears throat]
Protect Metz from the northeast?
It's the best route, sir.
It's all here.
You're one of my
best, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
MAJOR ANDERSON: So I heard
you had trouble up there.
The Germans sprung
an ambush on us.
Thick?
Tanks, AT g*ns, machine g*ns,
and mortars, 50 to 60 men.
We cleared the sector.
Good.
Well, I meant to
address both of you
up front about a few things.
Well, I received the
paperwork for your b*ttlefield
commission.
Congratulations, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Well, I don't know what
the army's going to say.
It's not very common for them to
approve a commission like that.
I understand, sir.
But I forwarded the
paperwork up to division
with my recommendation.
You certainly deserve it.
Thank you, sir.
Now, I'm going to have to be
straight with you, Lieutenant.
Division has
reassigned you pending
an investigation
into your conduct
during yesterday's mission.
Investigation?
Well, someone's
trying to pin the blame
for that German ambush on you.
But, sir, that ain't at all.
It was them cr*ck--
it was them white soldiers
that didn't do their job.
They didn't clear the sector.
Major Anderson, with all due
respect, sir, I did my job.
Sir, this just ain't right.
Look.
I know we're snowed.
You give me three
or four days, I'll
have these charges dismissed.
What about my men, sir?
Well, Red here
will have a chance
to show an officer he can be.
But--
I don't like it either,
but it's the best I can do.
Where do I report, sir?
Report to command post eight
on the other side of camp.
They'll take you back to
division for reassignment.
Look, we'll fight
this, and we'll win.
Keep your head up, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry about that, sir.
Hey, don't even
worry about it.
I need you to take
care of the men.
They're just as much
yours as they are mine.
[sighs]
I'll fill you in
when I get back.
All right?
All right.
HAYES: All right.
Good luck.
HAYES: Take care.
Thanks.
[sighs]
Nice to see you
again, Lieutenant.
[spits]
You just don't learn, do you?
What they hell do think
you're doing, Lieutenant.
Sir, it's not
what it looks like.
Do you understand
English, Lieutenant?
Yes, I do, sir.
That's better.
That's the one, Captain.
This is the one
that's been giving
you boys all this trouble?
Sir, it is not--
Did I ask you, Lieutenant?
Now, the army may have
given you that rank,
but that don't mean
sh*t to me or my boys.
So that's your
place, in the back.
Enjoy it.
Yes, sir.
Mount up!
[engines start]
[pensive music]
Red, I've seen
that face before.
Where the army
got us going next?
Everybody, listen up.
Listen up.
There's no right
way to say this,
so I'm just going to say it.
Lieutenant Hayes
has been temporarily
reassigned to division.
What?
What?
I said temporarily.
For what?
Pending an investigation.
Now, look.
Now, Hayes can handle himself.
Before long, he'll--
he'll be back.
Until then, we're not going to
disappoint him when he returns,
are we?
ALL: No, Sergeant.
All right.
Now, I want those field
radios cleaned and working
by the end of the day.
Understand?
ALL: Yes, Sergeant.
RED: Make a hole.
You boys heard the sergeant.
Let's get back to work.
Sit down.
No, I'm serious.
[birds chirp]
Damn it.
How's it going?
Something's not right.
We should have hit
division a long time ago.
[sighs]
Hey, gents.
Son of a bitch.
I'm familiar with the area.
If you want, I can help.
And get us all k*lled
like those other soldiers
you tried to help?
Not on my watch.
Get on the radio.
Find out where the hell we are.
MAN (OVER RADIO): This
is Mike Devine from UN.
Here.
MAN (OVER RADIO): We believe
we are at sector 17B,
pushing our way to division.
Our current location
we believe to be
52 degrees north latitude,
19 degrees east longitude.
Americans.
MAN (OVER RADIO): I
repeat, 52 north, 19 east.
Americans, no--
the half tracks.
[command]
[men shout]
[radio crackles]
What's going on?
Shut up!
We're working.
What?
I said, shut up--
sorry, Sarge.
I ain't know it was you.
Look, I can't find
a frequency if you
all keep flapping your lips.
What the hell is going on?
Well, you said that Hayes
is being reassigned, right?
Yeah.
Well, Salty got his hands
on some radio frequency codes.
It sounds like your boy is
in some sort of trouble.
They got lost
behind the lines.
Give me that.
[engine rumbles]
God damn it.
Get back to your vehicle.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You don't hear that?
[a*tillery fire]
[dramatic music]
[expl*si*n]
Red one, red one.
This is Charlie 49er.
I repeat, this is Charlie 49er.
We're under att*ck.
We're going back into the woods.
I repeat, we are going
back into the woods.
Stop.
Stop.
You'll reveal the location.
[a*tillery fire]
Get him back, Salty.
[g*nshots]
[g*nshots]
[speaking german]
Fire!
[a*tillery fire]
Major.
Sergeant.
Sir.
You heard about the ambush.
Sir, we got to go rescue them.
We can't be sure anyone
made it out of that.
But sir, if there's a
possibility he might be alive,
we-- we got to go get him.
I don't have the
authority to send out
a rescue party at this time.
But sir, it would
just take-- just--
We cannot go charging off
on some rescue operation.
We've got a city to
take and a w*r to win.
But, sir--
There's nothing I can do.
Hayes is a smart man.
If he's still alive, he'll
find a way to make it back.
But we have no way of--
sir.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, Lieutenant.
Think about it.
Get over here.
Come on.
[g*nsh*t]
[grunts]
[g*nshots]
[suspenseful music]
Get down!
Shh.
Follow me.
I don't see any more Germans.
Good.
You're lucky I was around.
I was doing just fine.
You a pilot?
Yeah.
Well, I was until
I was sh*t down.
Maybe I'm the one
that's rescuing you.
Hey, I was doing
just fine until you
brought the whole damn German
army right on top of me.
Welcome to the w*r.
Will you just
get on your radio
and call in reinforcements?
Are all you pilots this dumb?
This is a ham radio.
We don't have near enough
range to make contact.
And even if we did, we have
half the German army between us,
remember?
What are you doing?
Hey.
Stay down.
Ooh.
Where are you going?
There still are
Germans out there.
Hey.
Listen up, listen up.
Now, the major told me there's
nothing we can do for Hayes.
[soldiers protest]
Come on, man.
Hell no.
Listen.
Hold on.
Hold on.
We can't leave him
out there, Sarge.
Right.
Hayes is alive.
That's right.
We just don't have
the orders, they say.
[soldiers scoff]
We've got to go.
We can't leave him
stranded like that.
But you know what I say?
I say, to hell with orders.
SOLDIERS: Yeah.
We're going to find
Hayes and bring him back.
[soldiers cheer]
Shh, shh.
Now, does anybody have
any ideas for a plan?
Anybody else?
Salty, why are we at the PX?
Trust me.
Old Thomas will help us.
You mean the mail sergeant?
Come on, man.
Let's go.
Thomas.
You got my money?
Me?
I owe you money?
Man, give me my money.
You be your own
people, your own people.
Don't stop.
That was it.
Interest.
You take your little
$7, then you stupid--
All of it.
You ain't gonna
leave me no money.
You're lucky it's not more.
You-- you're just going
to count it in my face?
So let me just
get a dollar back.
Pleasure doing business.
Salty, not him.
Let's go.
We'll find another way.
I heard about Hayes.
What a loss.
He was a damn good man.
What do you know about Hayes?
Look around you, son.
I own the news around here.
Well look, Thomas, look,
that's why we're here.
We think Hayes is alive.
We want to go out and find
him and bring him back.
Now, can you help us out?
Depends.
What constitutes help?
We need fuel, gear, and a*mo,
enough for two or three days.
[chuckles] Gear and a*mo
for two or three days?
That's-- that's a lot of
supplies on short notice,
gentlemen, with no
acquisition orders?
Salty, let's go.
Not this guy.
Let's go.
Sounds like you boys
can use some t*nk support.
Who is this?
Sergeant Warren
Creasy, first squad.
Yeah, I let him sleep off his
hangovers up there sometimes.
[scoffs] Pays me good.
Now, why would you help us?
You're trying to
k*ll crouch, right?
But we don't exactly have
orders for such a mission.
I've never been too
fond of taking orders.
Clearly.
Hey, hey.
I know what it looks
like, man, but--
and we need that.
We do.
Suppose you show
us these tanks.
Light tanks?
I don't like the
size of them for you.
Girls can go pound
for pound, take out
any front line in a firefight.
This is California
Love, Blood and Guts.
That's my baby
right there, Alamo.
Oh, I like her.
These are real men out here,
real men that have put it
all on the line, real K*llers.
They look pretty green to me.
Two years in the
Georgia swamps,
six months in the blistering hot
sun of Texas, training for w*r.
Almost nine months
training for Germans.
Looks are deceiving.
OK.
Follow me.
500 gallons of gasoline?
Who made that order?
Yes, who?
Well, you hold on to
that order till I find
out what the hell is going on.
Right.
Yeah, we heard about
Lieutenant Hayes.
Shame.
I saw Red.
He wasn't too happy
about it either.
None of us are.
Anything else?
Sir, you know about
that missing pilot
that division's
been asking about?
Well, they say he sh*t
down a German jet plane,
one of Germany's new weapons.
They say that pilot
landed in the same sector
that Lieutenant Hayes
went missing in.
Division would like
this pilot found.
Put together a search
party, Hayes could be found.
Well, division
would be pleased, sir.
But there's no way
division is going to improve
redirecting our field
a*tillery when our-- our push
is 36 hours away.
Oh, sir, I forgot
to tell you that um--
well, General Patton just
confirmed his arrival for troop
review before pushing to Metz.
Didn't you serve
with him in Africa?
I did.
Huh.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
A damn fine man.
Well, thank you, Sergeant.
You've been very helpful.
Sir, keep the pen.
[sighs] Smith?
Give me a line to
the third army.
SMITH: I'm on it, sir.
Someone get my Jeep.
[mosquitoes buzz]
HAYES: You're making noise.
FRANK: I'm not trying to.
HAYES: Just avoid
the thick stuff.
You've never been
in the woods before?
Sure.
Central Park.
Central Park?
In New York?
FRANK: Yeah.
It's not the same
thing, city boy.
FRANK: Where are we even going?
HAYES: Random mill, up the road.
Well, are we close yet?
No, we're not close.
We're a long way from
the line, and we're
a long way from New York.
Are all you like that?
Who?
Blacks?
No.
I meant ground pounders,
leg boys like yourself.
Goodbye, city
boy, and good luck.
I'm leaving your dumb ass
before you get me k*lled.
Hey, get back here.
That's an order.
An order?
I follow orders to
ensure mission success.
Hell, I'll follow
orders to save a life.
But what I won't do is
follow orders that will
willfully getting me k*lled.
I'm not trying
to get you k*lled.
Goodbye, Lieutenant.
And don't follow me.
[sighs, spits]
SOLDIER: All right.
Giddy up, god damn it.
Major Anderson,
the 761st battalion.
I need to speak to the general.
GENERAL PATTON: Come on, men.
h*tler's waiting for us.
We've got all day.
I'm going to need you
to stop right there, sir.
GENERAL PATTON: I've seen old
whores move faster than that.
General, sir.
You lost, son?
Major Anderson,
sir, 761st battalion.
Ah, I expect a lot from
those Black tankers, Major.
I served under
you, sir, Gershwin
Pass, command B, first armored.
My boys took on a
minefields, 15th Panzer, sir.
Licked them good.
Anderson.
Yeah.
Hell of a fine job you did
with those boys in Athens.
Damn good job.
Fine work, fine work.
Those Black tankers are
damn proud to have you.
Thank you, sir.
I have a request, sir.
I'd like to redirect the
division of a*tillery
this evening, grid section 843.
Sure, sure.
Anything for a regular
Stonewall Jackson.
I am counting on you and your
boys to get us into Metz.
Don't let me down.
No, sir.
Thank you, sir.
All right.
Giddy up, god damn it.
Let's go.
[engines start]
Load them up, boys.
Let's move them out.
Here we go.
Hayes' last known position.
Now, I suggest we
take Fagan Roadway,
send your tanks
down this rail line
here, convene at this juncture.
That rail line
should be just fine.
What about the Germans?
We leave at night.
a*tillery might
help confuse them.
Those snatch-and-grab
stewards provide service
to protect us from the Krauts.
Tonight, zero 100 departure.
Don't be late.
Mail's always on time, son.
So how much is this
favor going to cost us?
[chuckles]
I'll decide that if
you all make it back.
Make sure you're there.
You can count on it.
Gentlemen, don't f*ck this up.
Come on.
Stupid flies.
HAYES: Stop!
Don't move.
You're in a minefield.
sh*t.
What do I do?
Put your foot back
into your last step.
Breathe.
Stay calm.
OK.
What are you doing?
I'm going to come out
and get you, clear a path,
and bring you back to safety.
But I can see them.
Oh, that ain't all of them.
I don't want to see
anyone here slacking.
Come on.
Move, gentlemen.
Sergeant.
Major.
Mail drop off, sir?
It's a little late, but I hope
it can still find its way out.
Make sure that's delivered
on time and on target.
Yes, sir.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
How's it coming?
Looks like old Thomas
made good on his promise.
Oh, sh*t.
This don't look good.
This mission is unauthorized.
I can't let you leave.
I'm ordering you
all to stand down.
I'm afraid we
can't do that, sir.
Listen, Red, if
you do this, there's
no way in hell
divisions can improve
your b*ttlefield commission.
If that's what it takes, sir.
Don't you want
to be an officer?
Sir, I'll trade all the
commendations in this army
for Lieutenant Hayes.
That's what I thought.
You got 24 hours, courtesy
of General George Patton.
I'm sorry, sir.
I don't understand.
Find Hayes and bring him back.
If you find an American
pilot out there,
bring him back as well.
Don't let me down, Sergeant.
Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
Well, I'll be damned.
Line up.
[dramatic music]
It's best to keep your
mind from thinking about it.
OK.
OK.
We've got one more
thing there to my case.
My wingman, I got him k*lled.
I tried to take on this
new type of German plane.
It was foolish, really.
Mike, I should have
listened to you.
Should have headed
back to police.
He intercepted
that German plane,
and he got sh*t and d*ed.
[somber music]
A friend of mine once
told me the best thing you
can do in a w*r is to not fear.
You just got to let the
cards fall where they fall.
What happened to Mike,
it wasn't your fault.
Now, just make sure to stay
on the path that I just made.
It's this way, watch out.
Next mile and a half,
we'll find the man,
whatever it takes to stop.
Hold it.
Listen up.
On my command, we're going
to make a 90-degree turn
in the next few miles.
On my command, copy?
Let's go.
[jazzy music]
[chuckles]
Thomas.
Hi.
I said I would have the money.
I'm going to have the money.
You just have to realize--
Just-- just shut up, OK?
I need an a*tillery barrage
on grid section 473.
Sure, no problem.
Do you have a--
Authorization.
This is-- this is
not from division.
General Patton.
You want to call
the general yourself?
Everything seems
to be in order.
Yeah, I know.
Everything is in order.
Oh, and one last thing.
I wonder how
that got in there.
Yeah, I wonder too.
Well, it's-- it's my money.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Ah, ah.
You know what?
Interest.
Your lady?
Yeah.
Get to this w*r
and come back to me,
was the last thing
she said to me.
She's beautiful.
Thanks, man.
Lisa.
She wanted to get married
before I shipped out.
I wasn't sure if I'd
make it back home.
You love her?
Yeah, I do.
I um should've never
left you back there.
I'm sorry.
What made you
come back for me?
I guess I was
following orders.
[both chuckle]
The name is Hayes, Robert Hayes.
Frank Ross.
Nice to meet you.
Thanks for coming back.
[engine roars]
Looks like some sort of repair
station set up in the town
below.
They should be sitting ducks.
We'll go in our
triangle formation, R,
take Blood and go
down to the right.
Yucky, you move Alamo
down to the left.
California Love will center.
Looking good, boys.
Keep your eyes wide open.
Any f*cking second, those
Krauts could hit us.
[soldiers chat]
[dramatic music]
MAN (OVER RADIO): Direct
orders from General Patton.
The a*tillery att*ck
at Fort at 1900.
Yes sir, yes, sir.
Fire mission, November, golf,
18, 18, fire for a fact.
Hard left.
[soldiers shout]
Fire.
[expl*si*n]
Now!
[g*nshots]
Hard right now.
Fire!
[expl*si*n]
Fire.
Row, aim deeper.
[g*nshots]
Hard right now.
Fire!
[expl*si*n]
Fire.
That one was sh*t cold.
Call up the sh*ts.
[soldiers clamor]
Hayes, we've got company.
HAYES: When did they get here?
Just now.
I don't think they know
we're in here, though.
Time to go.
[distant explosions]
Over here.
Hey.
Wait here.
Sarge, the road's about
15 yards beyond that berg.
I don't see it on the map.
It's there.
Trust me.
You better be right.
Hey.
[engine roars]
All commanders, spread out.
Locate and destroy
the enemy tanks.
[speaking german]
[suspenseful music]
[german over radio]
Major Baker, can you hear me?
Over.
Creasy, can you hear me?
Over.
Any luck?
Baker, Baker.
No dice, Sarge.
No sign of Creasy?
Not yet.
Hayes check in?
No.
You let me know the
second you hear anything.
Right away, Sergeant.
SALTY: Baker, baker,
can you hear me?
Over.
Hayes, you out there?
Over.
Hey, hey.
Traffic on 473.
Hayes, are you out there?
Red one, red one, come in.
Over.
Red one, red one.
Anyone out there?
Over.
SALTY (OVER RADIO):
Lieutenant Hayes, is that you?
Salty?
SALTY (OVER RADIO): It's
good to hear your voice,
sir, and know
you're still alive.
Salty, we're at the old
mill in grid section 4731.
I got one friend with me.
Do you copy?
I repeat.
We're located at the old
mill in gird section 4731.
Grid 473, now.
[soldiers clamor]
We've got to go.
[distant a*tillery]
Here and here.
We work our way down this
line, we should locate them.
Well, what about Creasy?
I want you to fortify our
position here and wait for him.
Be ready for anything.
You got it.
Let's move.
You heard him.
Let's hold here, boys.
Keep your eyes out.
Comb the surface.
[engine roars]
sh*t, sh*t!
Reverse, reverse!
[a*tillery fire]
I'm on the 50.
Cover me.
[suspenseful music]
[g*nshots]
Son of a bitch.
That doesn't sound good.
No, it don't.
You got the bazooka?
Made sure Ali grabbed it.
Let's get it ready.
We're going to
have some company.
Hey.
Make sure you're going
to grab the bazooka, OK?
Yeah, OK.
[distant explosions]
sh*t.
[g*nshots]
Come on.
[commands]
What do you?
We can't stay here.
I'll cover you.
Go!
[g*nshots]
You hear that?
Double time.
Double time, boys.
I'll distract them long
enough for you to get away.
No way.
We're in this together.
Right.
Here they come.
Let's do this.
[grunts]
[g*nshots]
I'm out.
HAYES: Me too.
Here you go.
sh*t!
[distant g*nshots]
You see anything?
The Germans are
coming down the road.
All right.
Let's get ready.
Let's get ready, guys.
Wait till they pass.
Got it.
Now.
HAYES: [yells]
SOLDIER: [speaking german]
[suspenseful music]
All right.
Wait for my signal.
What do you think they're
going to do with us?
I don't know.
[soldier yells]
I said, get.
Hey!
[speaking german]
Wait for it.
Come on.
Come on.
[speaking german]
the f*ck off of me.
Hey!
Hey!
Please don't do this.
Don't do this, please.
Get off of him.
Hey.
Get the f*ck off of me.
Hey, you piece of sh*t.
[grunts]
That's the best you got?
No, no, no, no, no.
Get the f*ck off me.
No!
You can't do that to him.
No!
Hands up.
Do it now.
[gasps]
Now!
Now!
[g*nshots]
Now.
[a*tillery fire]
Hands up.
I said, hands up.
[grunting]
Tie them up.
HAYES: Thank you, brother.
Thank you.
[g*nshots]
[suspenseful music]
How are we doing?
It honestly sounds
like we're winning, sir.
All right.
Lieutenant, get me some coffee.
This could take all day.
I'm on it, sir.
MAN (OVER RADIO): We're
holding back a German as*ault.
I repeat, we're
at-- field and are
holding back a German as*ault.
Who's this?
Lieutenant Frank Ross.
You must be that pilot
everybody's been looking for.
I guess so.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Let's go.
All right, guys.
Listen up.
We're going to take their
weapons and leave them.
MAN (OVER RADIO): And are
holding back a Germany as*ault.
Set up the mortars.
Hit them with a*tillery.
MAN (OVER RADIO): Holding
back a German as*ault.
Sends third platoon
into [non-english] Go!
MAN (OVER RADIO):
We're in-- field
and are holding back
a German as*ault.
[g*nshots]
Salty, we're
running out of a*mo,
and we don't have no rockets.
[g*nshots]
Sons of b*tches.
Creasy, smoke them!
Fire!
[expl*si*n]
On my count.
3, 2, 1.
[expl*si*n]
[g*nshots]
Is that a f*cking t*nk?
Fire.
[expl*si*n]
Fire!
[a*tillery fire]
[suspenseful music]
Fire.
Go.
Fire!
Get out.
I will finish them myself.
Hell yeah.
Private, look.
Lieutenant,
can't keep this up.
Right.
That's our ride.
[g*nshots]
It's Hayes!
Hell yeah!
[cheering]
I'll be damned.
Hold your fire.
Guys, over here.
[expl*si*n]
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Where the hell are they?
[dramatic music]
Get ready on three.
sh*t.
We'll draw them out.
Fire!
[expl*si*n]
Where is that coming from?
That was an 88.
It's hiding in those trees.
[expl*si*n]
Son of a b*tches.
Fire!
[expl*si*n]
Take us out of the trees.
Hell yeah?
Hell yeah.
Hell yeah!
ALL: Hell yeah!
Defensive positions, move!
Go, go, go.
Forward!
[suspenseful music]
Fire!
Now!
[g*nshots]
We'll finish this.
Forward!
MAN (OVER RADIO): Red one,
red one, we have visual.
We are engaging.
[triumphant music]
[expl*si*n]
[cheering]
Yeah!
Oh, yeah.
Woo!
That was the red tails.
Red tails?
Tuskegee airmen.
n*gro pilots.
[cheering]
Men, you are the first
n*gro tankers to ever
fight in the American army.
I never would have asked
for you if you weren't good.
I have nothing but
the best in my army.
I don't care what color you
are as long as you go up there
and k*ll those Kraut
sons of b*tches.
Everyone has their eyes
on you and is expecting
great things from you.
Don't let them down.
And, damn you,
don't let me down.
They say it is patriotic
to die for your country.
Well, let's see
how many patriots
we can make out of those
Germans sons of b*tches.
[cheering]
Detail 910, move.
At arms.
We're going, gentlemen.
Creasy.
This is him, sir.
Sergeant Creasy, I
understand from my men
that if it wasn't for
you, I wouldn't be here.
Thank you.
Sure.
[emotional music]
Carry on.
Thank you.
Everybody, back to work.
SOLDIERS: Yes, sir.
Now you look like
a proper officer.
Looking good.
And that's thanks
to you, Lieutenant.
They sending you
back to the Air Corps?
I still got one more
plane to make ace.
I have no doubt you'll do it.
I will never forget.
Take care, brother.
You too.
[engine starts]
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