01x05 - Part Five

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[BUZZING, CRACKLING]

[BUCKY BREATHING HEAVILY]

[LEMMONS] Hello?

It's just me, Kenny.

Major? Colonel Harding's
looking for you.

[SIGHS] Yeah.

- [LEMMONS] You okay, Major?
- [GRUNTS]

[LEMMONS] We're all gonna
miss Major Cleven, sir.

Weather report.

Supposed to clear up.

Oh, good.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Want a ride, Major?

Nah. I'll be all right.

You sure, sir?

Don't worry, Kenny.
I don't even feel it.

See ya in the morning.

[CROSBY] Bremen was the toughest
mission of the w*r for me.

It was the heaviest flak
I'd ever experienced.

A shell fragment the size of a football

crashed through the nose of our fort,

nearly decapitating me and Douglass.

Our left wing caught fire and
we lost all electrical power,

but somehow Ev Blakely
got us back to England.

I also saw Major Cleven's plane
take a direct hit and go down.

From the day I joined the 100th,
Buck Cleven was our leader.

We thought he was invincible.

If Gale Cleven couldn't
make it, who could?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Can we help you?

Yeah. You can start by getting
the hell out of our racks.

And where's my locker, huh?

- Sorry, sir. I was told your airplane...
- Well, it didn't.

Get your gear and step
outside, gentlemen.

I'll find you a new hut.

Hey, uh, you didn't, uh, ship
my locker already, did ya?

No, sir. It's still in the orderly hut.

- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [BLAKELY] I need a drink.

That's a good idea.

[BLAKELY] Come on.

Now, Dougie... [GRUNTS]

... what the hell you got in your
locker you're so worried about?

[CHUCKLES] I got more f*cking
rubbers than I can count.

And I sure as hell don't need
my mom to count them, huh?

[CROSBY CHUCKLES]

- Don't worry, I'll talk to her.
- [DOUGLASS CHUCKLES]

- [JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]
- [PATRONS CHATTERING]

[NAVIGATOR] Holy sh*t,
it's Blakely's crew.

Jesus, we thought you
bought it. [CHUCKLES]

They reported four
chutes out of your ship.

[CLAMORING]

I guess someone can't
count. No one bailed.

Via and Yevich are in the hospital.

We lost Saunders.

Where'd you land?

[DOUGLASS] Some RAF
field outside Ludham.

- It was a hell of a hairy belly landing.
- [BLAKELY] You can say that again.

Two engines sh*t, whole
fuselage full of holes.

Some mechanic counted them.

- How much was it, 1,200?
- 1,200.

Stabilizer was totally shredded.
Couldn't get the wheels down.

Don't worry, the brakes still
worked. Till we hit the runway.

[LAUGHING]

It was a g*dd*mn miracle that this man,

Everett Blakely, landed her at all.

No, the miracle was Croz's bearing.

One degree off and we're in the drink.

- Pure luck.
- Yeah, you do it too often for it to be luck.

Then he managed to navigate us right

smack into the only
tree for miles, so...

Bull's-eye. The guy's a natural.
The only tree in East Anglia,

- he hits it.
- [DOUGLASS] Biggest field you've ever...

- Harry Crosby...
- Straight in.

... greatest navigator in the 8th
Air Force, right over there, ladies.

All right, who's drinking?
I'm buying. Crank is too.

- [CRUIKSHANK] I am?
- [BRADY] Yes, he is. Come on.

- [CRUIKSHANK] If you say so.
- [BLAKELY] Beautiful.

[DOUGLASS] All right, man.

- Bubbles... how are you, buddy?
- Is it really you, Croz?

Jesus, why the hell didn't you call?

[STAMMERS] RAF base
didn't have a telephone.

- [STAMMERS] Lucky they had a truck.
- Can't believe this.

You know, I-I wrote Jean.

[STAMMERS] You did... You...
Sorry, you... you what?

I wrote your wife a letter.
We all thought you...

- But you didn't send it, did you?
- No, no.

Oh, thank God.

Couldn't think of
anything nice to say, so...

[CHUCKLES]

You know, a few times I thought I
was dead too, to tell you the truth.

Yeah, well, you made it back.

Just in time too. They're, uh,

starting to shake
things up at operations.

What, group navigator?

I'm on the chopping block. Carter too.

They're gonna replace us just as soon

as they can find the
guys to replace us with.

They won't.

- Here you go, Croz.
- Thanks, Knifehead.

- All right, Bubs.
- [DOUGLASS] One for you?

- Hey, hey. To the 100th!
- [SOLDIERS] The 100th!

- There we go.
- [DOUGLASS] Mmm.

- I've never heard that before. Never.
- Really?

Croz, Harding wants to see you.

[SOLDIER] Hey, it's Egan.
What's he doing back early?

[BREATHES SHAKILY] Guess
they made their decision.

- Fill her up, Mike?
- [MIKE] Sure thing.

No use wondering, gentlemen.

You can all do the math as
to why I came back early.

Jesus. Another mission.

We're flying every day now?

[MOVIE ACTORS CHATTERING]

- [SCREAMING]
- [SOLDIERS LAUGHING]


give it to Cruikshank.

- [SOLDIER 1] Uh, Major?
- Clift! Do we have 230758?

[SOLDIER 2] One important thing.

I didn't actually, I couldn't
understand what was...

Sorry, sir, but, uh, engineering
aren't gonna be able to get

those two ships you asked
about ready by wheels up.

Can we get a picture of the MPI?

Well, uh, did you get the
bombload details to ordnance yet?

It's all squared away. They
have everything they need.

- Hey, Croz.
- Got one.

So, we start with a duty officer.

Homer. Crosby's just been
promoted to group navigator.

- Welcome to the monkey house, Captain.
- Thank you.

Spence will have navigation
field orders for you.

Captain, you take it down to S-2.

Tell the clerk what you need.

[BOWMAN] g*dd*mn it.

[OFFICER] Sorry.

[BOWMAN] Get a cloth, will ya?

Jesus. That's fine.

[KNOCKING]

Keep up, Croz.

- No harm done.
- Thank you.

So this is your office.

You get your own jeep.
It's a perk of the job.

Anything else you need,
you ask Tripp. Right?

Good luck, Croz.

- Uh, Major?
- Mm-hmm?

You sure I'm the right man for this?

- No.
- [CHUCKLES]

[SOLDIER 1] So, flight 40-6-2,
that puts her in combat radius.

[CHATTERING]

[SOLDIER 2] Sergeant, I need you.

[SLIDE PROJECTOR CLICKS]

Your primary target is Münster.

Your aiming point

and mean point of impact is
the railroad marshaling yards.

The target is just
east of the city center.

[SOLDIERS MURMURING] City center?

Be quiet. Listen up.

[BOWMAN] So, accuracy on
this mission is paramount.

Intelligence reports
that most of the housing

in the adjacent neighborhoods
are railroad workers.

So, if they're hit,

then we'll be hitting the men who
keep the German railroads running.

Lights. Colonel?

[HARDING] Thank you, Red.


low, and the 390th in the high.

Good news is it's a short flight.
Münster is pretty damn close.

Bad news is we can
only muster 17 ships...

- [MURMURING]
- ... a few of which weren't even ours

two days ago.

[SOLDIERS MURMURING] Only 17 ships?

That's the mission, boys:

Disrupt industrial
transportation in the Ruhr valley.

- Understood?
- [SOLDIERS] Yes, sir.

[HARDING] Good. Major Egan will
be command pilot in Brady's fort.

We just flew two missions in two days.

Aren't they supposed
to rotate the squadrons?

Let one have a mission off?

Who else they got?

[MURPHY] It's not right. It's Sunday.

[BRADY] Yeah, and tomorrow is Monday.

You saw how close that
cathedral is to the MPI.

We're hitting it right when
everyone's coming out of mass.

[BRADY] And?

There'll be a lot of
people in that cathedral.

Or in their houses.

And not just railroad workers either.

They're all part of it.

We've never had a target
this close to a city...

Ah, Jesus Christ, Crank.

It's a w*r.

Here to drop bombs.

On women and kids?

Well, this won't end till
we hit 'em where it hurts.

Better now before every f*cking
guy we've ever shared a bunk with

is either dead or MIA.

None of the people we're gonna
b*mb today sh*t down Buck.

You flying today or not?

Yeah.

"Yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

[SOLDIERS CHATTERING]

You look like sh*t.

Feel like it. Gimme that.

Go to bed, why don't you?

Well, I wanted to make sure all
the navigators have what they need.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I'd prefer unconditional surrender

from the Krauts, but this'll do.

Congrats on the promotion.

Don't go thinking I'm sore about it.

Still think you're the best navigator.

You seem to be alone in that opinion.

Well, wish me luck in She's Gonna.

She's Gonna?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Hey, hey! Stop the truck!

- You okay, Bucky?
- Yeah, you guys go on ahead.

Catch up in a jeep.

Jack!

- We gotta trade jackets.
- [JACK] What?

Come on. Give me your jacket.

You serious?

They say when we get her back?

Not yet.

[PAPPY] What's the name of the
plane they're putting us in?

Royal Flush.

Royal Flush.

"Aw-R-Go"? What the hell does that mean?

[ENGINEER] Got it from
Framlingham yesterday.

But it'll fly. At least that far.

That makes me feel better.

[BUCKY] Thanks, Lloyd.

[BRADY] Trade in your sheepskin, Major?

Buck always hated that jacket.

[CROSBY] The hardest part of
any mission was the anticipation.

The waiting.

No matter how well I plotted the routes

or how thoroughly I briefed
the other navigators,

after wheels up, there
was nothing I could do.

Flanagan's dropping out of formation.

[BUCKY] g*dd*mn it, another one.

Lead pilot to tail, you see
what's wrong with Flanagan's bird?

Yeah, affirmative. Looks
like a bad number four engine.

Stephen's sliding in to replace him.

Lead pilot to navigator, log that
as another mechanical, will ya?

So, does that make three or four
we've lost? I've lost count. Over.

Four aborts, Major, which
leaves us with 13 ships.

sh*t. [SIGHS]

There's no chance that
we're gonna close that gap

between us and the


Yeah, we're giving her all we can.

Lead pilot to tail, how
far back are the 390th?

Got to be five miles back, sir.

There's too much space for those
Jerries to find us in those gaps.

Yeah.

[BUCKY] Hey, Johnny, maybe it's time

to get down to the nose and
man that third g*n, all right?

[JOHNNY] On my way, Major.

Christ, I thought he'd never leave.

[BRADY] He's my copilot.

He's just making sure
you don't blow up my ship.

Well, not today, I'm not.

[HAFER] Top turret to bombardier.

Go for bombardier.

Okay for me to pull the pins?

[HAMBONE] Roger that.

[HAFER] How about oxygen?
You okay back there?

[HAMBONE] The oxygen's okay.

Uh, let's keep your mag, uh, feeder
clear there. Just click depress.

[JOHNNY] Feeder's clear. Rest of
it's, uh, tied up to the bulkhead.

[HAFER] All right, check the g*ns.

- [HAMBONE] g*ns are set.
- [HAFER] All good?

[HAMBONE] Yeah, roger. g*ns are set.

[JOHNNY] .50 cals are knock knock.

[SIGHS]

Jesus. How much coffee
did you have this morning?

Too f*cking much.

Bombs away!

Okay, boys, I'm heading in.

All right.

Escorts are out of gas.
They're headed home.

Got us through the channel at least.

Ball turret to crew. Flak dead ahead.

[BUCKY] Roger that.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[BALL GUNNER] Ball turret
to crew. Flak, 1:00 low.

Flak, 3:00. Six o'clock.

[WAIST GUNNER] Hey!

- Have I ever told you I f*cking hate flak?
- [GUNNER] Not today.

[BALL GUNNER] Flak got
Lauro. They're dropping out.

- Damn.
- [TAIL] I see parachutes.

[GUNNER] sh*t! Stymie's going down.

[BUCKY] Down to 11.

Navigator to command
pilot, three minutes to IP.

Pilot to navigator. Roger that.

Harry?

Harry!

[GRUNTS] Harry, no.

No. [GRUNTS]

- [BRADY] Are we hit?
- Harry!

Lead pilot to crew, we
good back there? Over.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] Clanton...
His f*cking face is blown off.

[BUCKY] Christ.

g*dd*mn it. Harry, breathe, Harry.

Breathe. Breathe, g*dd*mn it!

Harry, don't you die on me.

Breathe.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Please, Harry. [GRUNTS]

Engine one's quit.

f*ck! Shut off the gas and feather it.

Clanton's dead.

Navigator to pilot, we're
over the IP. Turn to 057.

Roger. Coming to 057. Over.

Flak's slowing down, boys.
Keep your eyes peeled.

Fighters probably all around us.

Jesus.

[BUCKY] Fighters, 12:00. Must
be hundreds of those bastards.

Open fire, let 'em have it!

Let's lower the odds.

[SCREAMING, SOBBING]

[SCREAMING] I'm hit!

I'm hit! I'm hit in my leg!

- [BREATHES HEAVILY] My leg!
- [GUNNER] I'm coming!

Pilot to bombardier, we are approaching
target. Are you ready for her?

Bombardier to pilot. Roger.

Pilot to bombardier. Your ship.

Roger. b*mb bay doors going open.

Bogeys, 9:00 high!

Tail. We've lost another
one! Last of the low element!

sh*t!

Number three's on fire!

Shutting off gas, and feathering.

We're fine!

We're maintaining speed.

Yeah, just.

We can make it to the target.

[HAMBONE] Approximately
one minute to b*mb release.

Rockets, 2:00!

[HAMBONE] Oh, f*ck!

Lead pilot to nose.

What's going on down
there? We got bombs to drop.

[JOHNNY] Hambone! Hambone!

[BRADY] They're coming
in for another run at us.

Make those bastards pay!

Christ, engine four is done!
We're down to one engine.

- [SCREAMS, GASPS]
- Hambone's hit bad.

Engine two is going on
us. She's pulling already.

It's gonna be hard to keep her level.

- We gotta leave formation.
- f*ck.

f*ck!

Salvo the f*cking bombs now!

Hit the bailout bell!

- [BRADY GRUNTING, EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [ALARM RINGING]

- Salvo the bombs!
- [GRUNTS]

[JOHNNY] We're bailing!
Salvo the f*cking bombs!

[GRUNTING]

Destroy the bombsight! sh**t it!

[GRUNTING] I can't hold
her steady much longer!

- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [JOHNNY] Hang in there, Hambone!

[HAMBONE] Help me! Get my parachute!
[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[ROSENTHAL] Pilot to
navigator, note it in the log:

Squad leader Egan leaving formation.

Roger that. Cruikshank
moving into lead position.

Copy.

Navigator to pilot, Major
Egan is falling fast.

Looks like they're preparing to bail.

Let's go! We got to get out of here now!

Hey, give me a hand!

[HAFER] Petros, let's go!

He should be buried.

We have to get Harry down.

George, come on, damn it! He's dead!

We gotta get out of here now. Let's go!

[BREATHES HEAVILY, GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Come on! [GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS, STRAINING]

- Help! Help, my harness is caught!
- Hambone!

Get me off! Get me off! [GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

- Pull the release! Pull the release!
- [GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

There they go! They're all out!

Let's get off this dump!

- Go!
- You go!

g*dd*mn it, Brady, I'm the
senior officer. Now jump!

It's my ship! You jump!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS] What the hell!

All right. I'll see you, John! [GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

I'm still here, you sons of b*tches!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTING]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

We're over the damn target.

Drop 'em, for f*ck's sake, and
let's get the hell out of here.

Bombardier to pilot. Now?

[ROSENTHAL] Not until the lead drops.

Now?

[ROSENTHAL] Hold.

[BOMBARDIER] Now?

[ROSENTHAL] Not yet.

- Now.
- Bombs away.

[BALL GUNNER] There they go.

Right on target.

Flak incoming.

[TAIL GUNNER SCREAMING]

[GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SCREAMS, PANTING]

[PANTING, WHIMPERING]

You okay?

- Don't worry about it. I'm okay.
- Left gunner to pilot.

DeBlasio's hit out of the tail.

There's a lot of blood,
but I think he's okay.

Roger.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GROANING, GRUNTS]

[ROSENTHAL] Pilot to crew.
Flak's stopped. Keep alert.

[HUMMING "THE CHANT"]

[HUMMING CONTINUES]

[IMITATES TRUMPETS]

[HUMMING CONTINUES]

Enemy fighters at 10:00
high, and 2:00 high.

[BALL GUNNER] They're going
after Cruikshank in lead.

Lead's going down!

I see parachutes!

[TOP GUNNER] 110s are now


Rockets incoming. Starboard.

[PAPPY] Holy sh*t,
there's a hole in the wing!

She's Gonna is blown to bits!

[ROSENTHAL] Any chutes?

[GUNNER] Christ, we just lost
the high lead and She's Gonna.

Tail, ball turret, any chutes?

[BALL GUNNER] I don't see any.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[PAPPY] Where is everybody?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Pilot to crew, does anyone see
any other ships from the 100th?

- Top turret to pilot, negative.
- Left waist gunner to pilot, negative.

Ball turret to pilot, negative.

- Nose, negative.
- Tail to pilot, negative.

Right waist gunner, negative.

[TOP GUNNER] Bogeys, 5:00 high.

More of those assholes at 7:00 high.

Pilot to crew. Hold on, everybody.

[GRUNTING, PANTING]

[SHOUTS]

- [GUNNER] Two more coming in.
- [BALL GUNNER] Two o'clock.

[ROSENTHAL] They're coming right at us.

All g*ns ready portside.

Get 'em, boys.

Hold on, boys.

[MACHINE g*ns f*ring]

Nice sh*t, Milburn.

Stay sharp, guys.
They're not giving up yet.

Two turning on tail, 6:00 low.

Okay, hang on.

I'm gonna put these two
on your back doorstep.

[KID] Here they come, Billy.

I see 'em. Straight ahead.
Take maneuvers! [IMITATES g*nsh*t]

[LEMMONS] Twelve o'clock level.

[MECHANICS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[KID] What?

It's like a clock.

Straight ahead is 12:00.
So, behind you is...

- Six o'clock?
- That's right.

[BILLY IMITATES g*nsh*t] Open fire!

[KIDS IMITATING g*nf*re]

[KID] Drop the bombs!

Now.

[IMITATING EXPLOSIONS]

[SOLDIERS CHATTERING]

[AIRPLANE APPROACHING]

I hear them.

[JACK] It's not ours.

That's 390th.

[HARDING] Get one of them on the radio.

Approaching aircraft,
Station 139. Acknowledge.


approach track, this is tower.

Do you read me?

You have landed at Station 139.

This is the 100th CO.

Do you know where my group is landing?

Pilot?

[JACK] Where are our boys, Chick?

He said none of 'em made it. [SIGHS]

None of them?

- [AIRPLANE APPROACHING]
- [SOLDIER] Here comes another.

- [BOWMAN] That's one of ours.
- [HARDING] Mmm. Who is that?

[JACK] It's one of the
new guys. Rosenthal.

[ROSENTHAL] This is aircraft


[RADIO OPERATOR] Roger, aircraft


Where's the rest?

[LEMMONS] Go home, boys.

- What about the others?
- Just go.

[SOLDIERS, MEDICS CLAMORING]

Move.

[MEDIC 1] Move. Let's go.

[MEDIC 2] Nice and easy.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[MEDIC 3] Okay. Right here, right here.

[TOP GUNNER] All right,
he's good. Take him.

I'll get your legs first.

We got your head.

Here we go, here we go.

- Here we go.
- [MEDIC 1] We got him.

[TOP GUNNER] All right, here we go.

We're gonna get you home, Loren.

[COUGHING, RETCHING]

[GUNNER GRUNTS]

[LEMMONS] What happened to Bubbles?

What about Egan?

[ROSENTHAL] After interrogation.

And Crank?

[ROSENTHAL] Later, Kenny.

All of 'em?

[SIGHS]

That's it.

f*cking it!

[PANTING] That's the last
f*cking time I'm going up.

They can't make me go
up again. I won't do it.

I'm not gonna do it. [SIGHS]

It's the last f*cking time I'm going up.

[BOWMAN] Tail 230823. Invadin'
Maiden. That's Walts's crew.

[NAVIGATOR] No record.

[BOWMAN] Anyone?

Tail 230047. Sweater Girl.

It's with Atchinson's crew.

No record.

Anyone?

Tail 23534. Ol' Dad.

[NAVIGATOR] No record.

[ROSENTHAL] It was
really bad up there, sir.

We didn't have much time for logs.

Tail 230023. Forever
Yours. Stork's crew.

Yes, sir. They, uh...

They got hit by a rocket. Early on.

Uh, it was on fire for a
minute or two and then...

[BOWMAN] Did anyone see any chutes?

[GROANS]

Tail 23229. Pasadena Nina.

Ronald?

- [STAMMERS]
- Anyone?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Tail 234423. She's Gonna.

Bubbles Payne. Navigator.

No record.

[GUNNER] I saw 'em.

[BOWMAN] Well, what happened?

You know, they were on fire
and then they just blew up.

Any chutes?

I just said they blew up.

No, sir. No chutes.

[BOWMAN SIGHS] Tail 230087. Shack Rat.

[RONALD] No record.

[BOWMAN] Tail 23237. Slightly Dangerous.

Thompson's crew.

[RONALD] No record.

[BOWMAN] Tail 23433. Leona.

[RONALD] No record.

[BUBBLES] Dear Jean,

You know this already, but your
husband was the best friend I ever had.

He was also the best
navigator I ever met,

even though he was too humble
to admit it to himself.

Takes a special kind of courage
for a man to stay modest

surrounded by blustering
blowhards in every direction,

but that was Croz.

I wish more than anything it was
him sitting here and not me...

and then no one would
have to write this letter.

[SNIFFLES]

[GRUNTS]

[ROSENTHAL] There was
a mission to Münster.

- It was rough.
- [CRYING]

[DR. HUSTON] Three missions
in your first three days.



And I wasn't one of them.

I don't think this, uh,
environment is helpful for me.

I'd like to return to base.

[DR. HUSTON] This w*r... [SIGHS]

Human beings weren't
meant to behave this way.

[ROSENTHAL] You see people
being persecuted, subjugated...

- [SHOUTING, CRYING]
- ... you have to do something.

Bubbles, he went down
last week. It was my fault.

You don't go crying about it.

You get back in the seat
and you finish the damn job.

[CLAMORING]

Amerikaner!