02x04 - The Long Way Home: Part 1

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Sarge?

Now I know what those Indian dames feel like.

Carrying their papooses.

Ah, go on take it off, Mason. I'll carry it the rest of the way for you.

You're all heart, Kirby.



Big decision. The lousy radio doesn't work anyway.

Maybe Marshall can fix it.

Come on, we're running late.

Where's Marshall?

He's been waiting all night for us. He probably went to sleep.

Marshall?

Marshall!

Hit it!

You are surrounded!

You will surrender!

Fire!

Sarge! I can't see them!

They're around us! They're all around us!

I'm out of a*mo!

Mason!

Sergeant, what are we going to do?

How much a*mo you got?

I got about six rounds.

Cover me!

Sarge, I'm out of a*mo.

Give me an a*mo check!

Little John, no a*mo!

Caje, two clips!

Kirby, half a mag!

Crockett, three rounds!

Gates, six!

Americans!

You have no chance!

Throw down your weapons! Surrender!

Sergeant, what are we going to do?

They got us boxed in.

Surrender?

We have no choice.

[speaking German]

Little John.

I've got to rest.

Hey, Doc?

What do you got for blisters?

Fresh air and sunshine.

We gotta make a move, Sarge.

In time, Cole.

In time.

The longer we wait, the harder it is to get back.

Not yet.

They must have put guards out at the flanks.

Shouldn't have tried it.

The time wasn't right.

French wines are so like the French.

Eloquent aroma but one can never be sure that there is...

substance.

I am Capt. Steiner

You'll be marched to a temporary prison camp and

I will interrogate you there.

You must be very distressed to have been captured.

Didn't you eat well as a youth?

I used to be seven feet tall. I got worn out chasing Germans.

I need water.

What was your profession?

Grocery clerk.

[chuckling]

Grocery clerk.

w*r is meant for soldiers.

Gates.

Stand up.

You are thirsty? Drink.

Gates, get up.

Yes. You are the soldier.

When you and your men arrive at the compound, Sergeant.

We can discuss soldiering.

Fresh soldiers will continue on with you.

They're all SS. Why is that?

I'm Akers. A company, 593rd.

Make yourself at home.

You the only ones here?

Mmm-hmm.

It's been a transit center.

But we've been held over.

How long you been here?

My men, you'll have to forgive their manners.

They're not in the best of spirits these days.

I'm Saunders.

You been here long?

Seems like I've been here all my life.

Wine?

Yeah, thanks.

[chuckles] down to the dregs.

Courtesy of Capt. Steiner. We use it as painkiller.

Hey, Gates. Got some wine for you.

Steiner's been working you over?

Personally, I'm so happy, I collapsed!

I'd get up and dance for you but...

Steiner lost his temper one day.

Came down hard on my bare foot with his boot.

Interrogation.

One of my men died from it.

Doesn't make sense. Why the SS?

What can Steiner hope to learn from you and your men?

Bits and pieces, I guess. I don't know.

But he's working hard at it.

No.

None of us told him anything.

If you're thinking of escape, Sergeant,

Forget it.

I will be brief.

Sgt. Akers and his men have found their stay here less than pleasant.

This is their own fault.

They refused to cooperate with me.

Fortunately for them, w*r is a fluid changing thing, from hour to hour.

Since they've been here for some time, nothing they could tell me now would be of any value.

They will be leaving us soon.

Such as not the case with you men, however.

You're fresh from the front.

I think I make myself clear.

I think I better make myself clear, Captain.

Before you do, Sergeant, your w*r is over.

You can save the lives, not only of your fellow soldiers, but your own lives as well.

If you cooperate.

The sooner our victory,

The sooner the dying will end.

I'm confused.

We're winning this w*r, not you.

That's odd.

My superiors tell me the opposite.

I would suggest you think carefully,

about what I've said.

I'm sorry your arrival couldn't have been more pleasant.

Sergeant?

Two of my men tried to make it one night.

Next morning, Steiner hung them in the compound.

Discouraged us from trying it.

Well, I guess when we go, we better all go.

Now look, if you're thinking of trying anything, you'll only jeopardize what little chance we have left.

My men have taken all they can stand.

What's the procedure around here?

Y'know. Chow, rules, restrictions.

Day guards, night guards, four hour shifts.

Four on at all times.

Showers once a week.

Tomorrow, in fact.

- Showers?
- Yeah.
Tomorrow, in fact.

- Yeah.
- Showers?

In case you haven't noticed, there are a few hundred storm troopers billeted on the other side of the hill.

Showers were built for them.

Among this other idiosyncrasies, Capt. Steiner has a bug about cleanliness.

What about a roster? Is there any kind of a check-list?

Tomorrow morning, the first shift of day guard is going to sign you in.

Tomorrow morning.

Ouch.

I'm sorry, I should have told you it has a short.

Yeah, thanks.

You'll get used to it, being a prisoner.

After awhile.

You stay hidden up there until the guards are out. Then you come down and wait by the door.

When I signal you, you come out and mix right in with the rest of us. You got it?

You get this map to Lt. Hanley. I marked the Kraut positions just before we were picked up.

They'll be moving up our sector, they'll need it.

But what's more important, you tell Capt. Jampel what's happening here.

Tell them we're in the middle of an SS unit and you tell them what Steiner is doing.

Sarge, are you sure you don't want me to wait until we can all go?

No. That will take more time than we've got.

The Krauts have been waiting for a chance to make a stand, maybe a counterattack.

When an SS man like Steiner starts leaning on guys like us, it's gotta mean something.

Yeah, but what?

See, I don't know. I can't figure it out.

You just get to Hanley anyway you can.

Let's go.

Good morning.

Paul, Caje Lemay

Saunders. Sgt. Saunders.

Showers, follow!

March, raus!

March.

Schnell.

March. Go, go!

All right, follow my lead. Put your jackets up there.

Talk it out, come on, talk it out.

[overlapping yelling and chattering]

Come on, Kirby, get in there.

Little John. Come on, Little John, get in here.

Here's some of that lye soap! Come on you guys, get in here!

Wast ist loch here? Danke, dumkopf!

How's it going, Sarge?

Okay.

I trust you men have had enough time to think over last night's discussion?

One of your men is not here.

Walk!

You kept one of your men off this morning's roster.

He escaped somehow when you were being marched to the showers.

Sarge?

Gates is a replacement. He's only been with me for five days.

Really?

You're very attached to your men.

I noticed that when we first met along the road.

He doesn't know anything!

But you do.

I said we would talk about soldiering.

You Americans have a very powerful army.

Yet often, I notice one weakness recurring.

Compassion.

Now, perhaps, I could not beat any information out of you.

But I wonder...

How long can you stand by and see your men suffer?

[groaning]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

screaming]

We shall hear no more from the grocery clerk today.

We weren't fed today.

We won't be fed tomorrow.

If we're lucky, that's the worse that will happen to us because of your stupidity.

It's was our duty to try to escape and it still is.

Me and my men are leaving here tonight. You can come with us or stay.

Haven't you learned anything?

You're not in charge here, Sergeant.

This is Steiner's show, all the way.

Have you forgotten what he's doing to Gates up there?

What has he done to your men in here?

You're lying around waiting for Steiner to decide whether you live or die.

When you gave him that decision, you were dead!

Don't you think I'm going to forget what Gates is going through in there.

Don't think I'm going to just throw it all away.

Not a chance, Sergeant.

We're leaving here tonight.

Don't try anything!

Caje.

If any of these men get in our way, you use this on them.

Hey, guard!

Guard!

I want to talk to Capt. Steiner.

[yelling in German]

I want Doc here to look at my man Gates.

Wake him up, I want to talk to him!

Capt. Steiner!

Capt. Steiner, I want to talk to you!

Capt. Steiner!

Capt. Steiner, I don't want to see any more of my men k*lled.

I want to talk to you!

What is it, Sergeant?

I want Doc to examine Gates.

Certainly. Show him.

This way.

Gates.

Gates.

The private was very helpful after all.

Gates doesn't know one end of a r*fle from the other.

Sit down, Sergeant. Make yourself comfortable.

The interesting thing about interrogation, Sergeant...

is that many little facts put together

often spell the difference between defeat and victory.

Cigarette?

Gates, Gates!

Gates, wake up!

Gates, we're leaving.

I want to bring Gates back to the barracks so Doc can take care of him.

I'm sure you do.

But surely, you understand my point of view.

Pvt. Gates remains here with me until you decide to cooperate.

You have to understand my position, Captain.

I can't be accused with cooperating with the enemy.

and I can't be accused of getting my men k*lled for nothing.

Ah, yes. Yes, of course.

Excuse me. There is no point in keeping them here during this.

[orders in German]

You were saying?

Well, you know what I'm driving at, Captain.

I want to cooperate.

But at the same time, I don't want to be a traitor to my fellow soldiers.

I think I understand what you mean, Sergeant.

You'll pay for that.

Cognac?

[screaming]

That sounded like it came from the fence.

Prisoners usually try the fence.

I've enjoyed your little charade tonight.

But I'm afraid it's cost the life of one of your men.

Drink up, Sergeant.

The cognac is excellent.

You were lucky with Nelson.

I told you not to try it again.

Now Rankins' dead at the fence.

It's like you k*lled him yourself.

Now, it begins all over again.