m*rder Company (2024)

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[g*n fires]

[plane rumbles]

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[g*n thuds]

[g*n firing]

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[planes rumbles faintly]

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[leaves rustling]

[Coolidge] I see an

American flag.

But what company

are you from?

[Southern] Able Company.

[Coolidge] I'll be damned,

Southern.

[Southern] Jesus Christ.

Coolidge?

[man] All clear?

You almost got yourself k*lled.

How in the hell do you always

manage to stay so damn quiet?

Man, running numbers in Harlem,

you can't get caught,

so you best stay quiet.

It gives a whole g*dd*mn country

to invade, figures your ugly

face would be the

first one I see, Coolidge.

Germans are down.

-[Southern] Okay.

-Hey, listen.

This here, is my man.

Jim Southern.

Over here is Private Tony.

Tally, sir. 508th.

Assistant to Colonel Redding.

Good to meet you, sir.

I'm no sir.

-Where's the Colonel?

-No idea.

I thought they made

you a radio man?

Yeah, well, the jump master took

care of that.

Knowing damn well I can't swim,

pushed me out over a pond,

I almost died.

You know,

I managed to pull myself out,

but that radio's on the back

of some catfish.

-So much for that, I guess.

-[Coolidge] Yeah.

All right.

Between the three of us,

we got the 508th, 505th,

-Triple nickel.

-Yeah, you remember.

[both chuckle]

Well, last time I checked,

none of us were supposed to be

in the same place.

So where do you think we are?

Well, they didn't

drop us in the English Channel.

-That's a start.

-Maybe we should hold here.

Don't you understand?

We about two hours out or more.

[Southern] If we sit

here on our asses,

the krauts will have us in

circles as soon as they figure

out what the hell's going on.

We need to get moving, get

our bearings, see what we can

-find out there.

-[Coolidge] Right.

What are we looking for?

w*r, Private.

Yeah, Private.

Shouldn't be hard to find.

[plane rumbles faintly]

[ambient chattering]

[Haskel] I haven't got

a lot of time,

so I'm going

to ask you just one question.

I'm not going

to ask if you understand me,

because I can already see

that you do.

Two nights ago,

you and your men arrested

several members

of the French Resistance.

Where did you take them?

Where are they?

Where?

[inaudible]

Orders.

I follow my orders.

I understand about orders.

-Yes, I do.

-I had no chance.

No choice.

I understand that, too.

Now, sure you'd like to have

that shoulder looked at?

There's nobody here

but the two of us.

And like I said, I'm

out of time.

[soldier writhes in pain]

[inaudible]

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Take him out of here.

[Coolidge] So, Southern. Let me

ask you a question.

[Southern] Mh-hm.

[Coolidge] If you wasn't in the

army, what do you think

you'd be doing?

[Southern] Well, sure as sh*t

wouldn't be here.

[both chuckling]

[Coolidge] I tell you what--

[Southern] Hey, wait.

[Coolidge] Damn. Oh, man.

It's the Colonel.

[Southern] Is he dead?

Looks like it.

He must have got it

on the way down.

-What are you doing?

-He's got maps.

Reconnaissance photos.

We can't let

the Germans get them.

[g*n firing]

[Tally grunts]

Where do you think

it's coming from?

Over there. Tree line. Cover me.

[g*n firing]

[g*n firing]

[g*ns firing faintly]

[g*n firing]

[g*n firing]

[Southern] All clear!

[dramatic music]

[Coolidge] I don't believe

he had any family.

[Southern] What's his name?

Tally.

He seemed like

a really good guy.

Yeah.

[plane rumble]

[expl*si*n in distance]

The hell was that?

I have no idea.

-You ready? Let's move.

-Yeah.

[plane rumbles]

[expl*si*n in distance]

[Southern] It's coming

rom over there.

Yeah, well, whatever it is,

it sounds big.

I still have my Mark Fours.

You have yours?

Yeah, I only have one.

[expl*si*n in distance]

Definitely sounds like

they're getting close.

[Southern] Look at that thing.

[Coolidge] It's a Flak Wagon.

g*dd*mn anti-aircraft

g*n on wheels.

[vehicle engine revs]

[expl*si*n]

[expl*si*n]

-[vehicle engine revs]

-[g*ns firing]

[expl*si*n]

[soldier screaming]

[soldier screaming]

[g*n fires]

[Smith] Americans here!

Coming out!

Americans!

Let's go.

[Smith] Any other

mines we've got to worry about?

We used up all the

ones we had to.

Just you guys?

Yeah.

Lieutenant Dean Smith, 507th.

Sergeant Southern.

505th of Able Company, sir.

You see how these Gerry's

burst into flames?

Like God gave up

on their asses.

Well, I don't know how

I ended up here with y'all

but, Coolidge, Triple Nickel,

Ghost Company, sir.

Another couple of strays, huh?

-What are you doing, Miller?

-He's still alive.

That's Private Miller, medic.

Comes to us from Item Company.

And with me from 507th,

Private Stu Boards.

Stubbs all you need, boys.

[g*n fires]

What the f*ck was that for?

He didn't suffer, did he?

Sir?

Any idea where we are?

sh*t, no. Right now,

your guess is as good as mine.

I don't want to be

standing out here with our dicks

in our hands when his buddies

come back looking for him.

So let's move out.

Stubbs, take point.

-On me. Let's go.

-Come on, Miller.

Which side you on, Medic?

[g*n fires]

[dramatic music]

[birds cawing]

Hey, Miller.

See, what you can do here.

You two, go get

something to eat.

I'm going to find the CO.

Yeah, Daddy.

Chow time.

All right, General Haskel, sir.

Lieutenant Dean Smith,

507th Second Battalion, sir.

Sergeant Southern, 505th

Able Company.

At ease, gentlemen.

What do you got?

I have this for you, sir.

His chute got hung up on a tree.

Krauts got to him before we did.

Made them pay, though, sir.

He was a hell of a Colonel.

An even better man.

I'll send a personal note

of condolence to his wife.

How many are you?

[Smith] Five of us in all, sir.

It's a mixed unit.

All boys from the 82nd.

One radio man, one medic.

You still got his radio?

Afraid not, sir.

Don't get my hopes up.

Apologies, sir.

Second Battalion?

Your drop was

almost north of Amfreville.

-That's right, sir.

-Sir.

Sweet Mother Machree.

Sir, maybe you

could bring us up to speed here.

We walked all day

without finding anyone else

from our sticks.

We're not exactly sure

what happened.

What happened?

The 82nd Division plan fell

completely to pieces.

The krauts dam the rivers

blocking our routes inward.

Flooded half the country,

which we anticipated.

But, the aerial reconnaissance

didn't

let on exactly how bad it was.

Hardly any of our pathfinders

could find their spot.

Even if you were able

to put up the beacons.

So our pilots were left

without knowing

where their drop zones were.

They would just toss the boys

out wherever they could

so we're here.

The wrong side of the Merderet.

Effectively

cut off from the invasion.

I'm afraid you boys

won't be getting back

to your units any time soon.

The only upside is the

Germans are even more confused

than we are.

They can't make head

or tail of our plan.

That's because we have no plan.

At least not yet.

But we're committed now.

Those landings have begun.

If we don't secure the causeways

and hold the bridges inland,

Setting the course of

not getting off the beach.

Which means they're

going to die there.

Whatever else we do,

we can't let that happen.

Whatever you need from us, sir.

There's five of you?

[Smith] Yes, sir.

That's correct, sir.

[lighter flicks]

I might have something for you.

[dramatic music]

This tastes just like the food

my mom used to make.

Your mom was a horrible cook.

[Coolidge laughs]

You all right, Miller?

So, Lieutenant Smith.

You known him a while?

Oh yeah.

He's all right.

Not a lot of chicken sh*t

to deal with in his company.

You know what I mean?

Chicken sh*t? What do you mean?

I mean the sh*t that comes

out of chickens, Miller.

Christ.

So, what about this guy,

-Southern?

-He's a good man.

-Yeah?

-[Coolidge] Mh-hm.

He knows how to handle himself?

Before I was radio man,

I was a cook at Camp Toccoa.

It was this redneck Lieutenant.

Just had it out for me.

Well, it turns out

he was allergic to paprika.

So one morning at breakfast,

he had a little

too much paprika.

He almost choked to death.

-No sh*t.

-[Coolidge] Yeah.

They threw me in the brig,

almost court martialed me.

But Southern?

Told the commanding officers

that he did it.

They were just playing joke.

That man

would catch a b*llet for us.

The only b*llet you need to

worry about is your own.

-Right, Miller?

-Yeah.

Wait, what?

[all laughing]

This f*cking guy.

Got to love him.

So what do you think?

I do my best

not to think at all, sir.

Don't try selling me that

horseshit.

Planting those mines for the

Flak Wagon?

That was some clever sh*t.

Took guts, too.

You know, with half the airborne

scattered tail and g*n

there's

going to be a lot of NCO's

running around

without anyone to command them.

I was thinking of putting you in

line for a field commission.

I appreciate that, sir.

But I'll pass.

Sergeant, we're going to need

men who can lead out here.

-You understand?

-That's not me, sir.

All right, go give the men the

good news.

-We move out at sun up.

-Sir.

Sir, aren't you going to eat?

My wife and kids

haven't heard anything from me

for weeks.

I'm going to see if I can get a

message out to them.

-Sir.

-Let them know I'm okay.

Get some chow, Sergeant.

Understood, sir.

Damn, Stubb. Spit it out.

Cat got your tongue?

I got two girls back home.

Oh, okay.

One, I married.

And the second one

was born after I was deployed.

And when I get home,

I'm going to meet her for

the first time.

Congratulations, man.

What about you, Miller? Huh?

You got a girl back home?

-No.

-No? Come on.

Not even one you like?

I got someone, but,

I don't even think she knows

that exists.

-Aw.

-[Coolidge chuckles]

Well,

if it don't work out for you,

I know three fine sisters.

They'll put it on you.

sh*t. They'll have you

calling for a medic.

[Stubbs and Miller laughing]

[Coolidge] Woo hoo!

-Hey, Southern.

-Hey.

What you got from the General?

The General's put the four of us

under Smith's command.

We're not going back

to our own units,

they got a new mission for us.

[dramatic music]

There's some Frenchmen

that allied intelligence

has been keeping tabs on.

Part of the Maquis.

-The what?

-The French Resistance, Miller.

Try to keep up.

Last word they got, the krauts

were holding a prisoner near

in some little village

called La Fiere.

The f*ck's

that got to do with us?

According to the general,

this guy has got intel

on some bigwig n*zi officer

the command wants taken out.

Knows where to find him,

how to get us there.

Our job,

snatch the Frenchman back.

[Coolidge] You've got to be

sh1tting me.

I didn't sign up

to play babysitter

to some g*dd*mn Frenchman.

That's the mission.

Okay, so where do we

find this as*h*le?

[face thuds]

So, tell us

about your American friends.

We know

you are in touch with them.

[spits]

We heard reports

of the Americans landing

far west of here.

Is this the invasion?

How are more

raids to distract us?

What is the real objective?

[suspenseful music]

Surrender to me.

And I'll give you a quick death.

[n*zi Sergeant laughing]

He said

we should surrender

so we can have a quick death.

[n*zi Sergeant laughing]

Just like I gave this man.

Miller.

Stubbs, Miller.

Give me a wide swing and check

the side of the house now. Move.

Boys, we're flanking

them wide. Wide. Move.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

-[g*n firing]

-[body thuds]

[g*ns firing]

[Smith] sh*t.

Coolidge! Flank right!

[g*n firing]

[g*n firing]

You two, go.

Take care of him.

[g*n firing]

[g*n firing]

-[body thuds]

-[soldier grunts]

[g*n firing]

[body thuds]

Miller, take this floor.

[g*n firing]

[g*n firing]

Jean Daquin?

[Stubbs] Imagine having to bury

our friends like that.

If we never finish

this damn w*r.

[vehicle engine revs]

Carry on.

At ease, Lieutenant.

Good work today.

Thank you, sir.

Major General Erik Ramsey.

Who's he, sir?

Ramsey is transportation

chief for the Nazis

western front.

Overseeing the entire civilian

network of France.

In a nutshell,

nothing gets here from Germany

without his say so.

Sir, I don't think this is--

I understand

your position, Lieutenant.

Believe me, I would not

put you there lightly.

Sir.

I have men over there

who can help you

protect this town.

Hold that bridge.

Respectfully, sir,

I think there's a better way

these men can serve the w*r--

We all take orders from someone.

Mine come from pretty high up.

President

Roosevelt has determined

that is of the utmost importance

to liquidate

any German officers

conducting the w*r effort.

Liquidate, sir?

Assassinate, Lieutenant.

This Ramsey.

He is the highest ranking

SS officer,

currently in the field.

We know about him

because of Monsieur Daquin

over there

and his friends in the Maquis.

If we take him out,

we buy ourselves enough time

to get our men off the beach.

Look, I know it stinks,

but if we want to help

win the w*r, this is how

we're going to do it.

Understood, sir.

I'll get him to

where he needs to be.

Must have been a good friend.

It's the right thing to do.

You know this man we're after?

[speaks French]

He's an evil man.

[man grunting faintly]

If your man can get me

close to him,

I will k*ll him.

It's Ramsey and men

just like him,

who have made me

dig so many graves.

Gentlemen, break time's over.

What's the plan?

I'll tell you on the road.

Coolidge,

go get us another radio.

Now Private, you got a choice.

You can either stay here, or get

a r*fle and come with us.

I'm with you guys, sir.

Good.

Stubbs, take him to get a r*fle

and gather up as much a*mo

as you can get your hands on.

I think we're

going to need it.

On it.

Can't tell the forest from the

w*r effort.

-Let's move out.

-Yes sir.

[Smith] Telling your boys

my hometown team, Chicago Cubs,

probably going to win

another World Series, hell.

[Coolidge] Not beating Detroit.

Not with my guy

Hank Greenberg,

The Hebrew Hammer.

[Smith whinnies]

[Miller] I heard he makes

$50,000 a year.

Imagine that.

I mean, I'm grateful for $100 a

month, but still.

[Smith] What about you, Sergeant

who's your home team?

[Southern] I don't really have

one, sir. But,

my wife's in the all-American

Girls Professional Baseball

League and last year

she won the championship

with the Racine Belles.

[Stubbs] This is all fascinating

boys, but,

sir, you want to tell us

what the deal is

with this bullshit mission?

[Smith] I believe you've been

briefed, Private Stubbs.

Yeah, I'm just thinking

I must have missed something.

[Miller] Wouldn't surprise me.

Shut up, Miller.

I was just wondering, sir,

k*lling a soldier on

the b*ttlefield is one thing,

but sending us out here

like this to k*ll one man.

Isn't that--

Isn't that what, Private?

Isn't that, like--

m*rder?

m*rder?

You forget where you guys

are at.

Seven men I've k*lled so far.

Least that I know about.

What do you think, Frenchy?

You think they got a case?

Hey, parlez-vous,

I'm talking to you.

You're in the man's country,

Stubbs.

Least you can do

is learn his name.

I'm here

saving the man's country.

Daquin.

My name is Jean Daquin.

Daq?

[Stubbs] Daq. Yeah.

Least I can f*cking say it.

I'm sticking with Frenchy.

[g*ns firing]

[Smith] Go, go, get down!

Looks like these boys walked

straight into an ambush.

[g*n fires]

I see two gunners there on the

left, behind those rocks.

Another two a little higher up.

Cover over there on

the left break.

Close enough for us to put some

frags into that g*n position.

But no way for us to get to it,

right?

[g*n fires]

Right now,

I don't believe they know

we're here.

Focus on the other soldiers.

We have the advantage.

[Daquin] Lieutenant.

I can make it to that rock, sir.

-[Daq] Lieutenant Smith.

-f*ck is it?

Let me go.

What?

I don't need to get close

to k*ll the Germans.

No f*cking way you're going

out there,

you're just along for the ride.

You don't need to put your men

in danger, Lieutenant.

Hey, shut up and stay quiet,

okay?

[g*ns firing]

Sergeant, you sure about this?

I can make it, sir.

All right. Okay, listen up.

Stubbs.

Coolidge, I want you to swing

out wide right

Lay down some cover and fire.

Go, now.

Sir, I need to check on that

soldier.

[g*n firing]

Okay, Stubbs. Take him with you.

Go, now. Move.

-You good?

-Sir.

Go.

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[dramatic music]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

Listen. I'm going to go

up this tree line,

and lay you guys some cover.

Don't go until I've said,

I'll signal you.

All right?

Watch your a*s.

[g*ns firing]

[dramatic music continues]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

-[g*n firing]

-Stubbs, move! Move!

Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick!

Come on now.

Come back, come back.

[g*ns firing]

[dramatic music continues]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[blood squelching]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

[soldier grunts]

[g*ns firing]

What the hell?

Son of a b*tch.

-[Southern] All clear?

-[Coolidge] Yeah.

Just take him back to camp.

b*llet went straight through,

they'll stitch him up.

Hey! What the hell was that?

Huh?

Your men would have been k*lled.

My men can take care

of themselves.

I don't give a f*ck

if you don't wear the uniform.

But you march with us,

you follow orders.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

It is, sir.

g*dd*mn it.

[crickets chirping]

Jesus Christ.

Too bad you can't serve us up

some of your mama's apple pie.

How do you know his mama?

He used to serve the recipe

up in the mess hall.

-Yeah.

-Mh-hm.

The secret was in the crust

and had a little bit of caramel.

Made it every Sunday.

Then you go to church and

you get some.

So good I even went to church

on Wednesday.

Well sh*t, we make it

out of here alive

we all got to

get some of that apple pie.

[Coolidge] So what do

you guys think?

About what?

French.

He's got ba*ls.

Got to give him that.

Yeah, that's

what's got me worried.

Our job is to get that man

as far as Bastogne.

We're not going to make it

any easier for us

if he keeps trying to get

himself f*cking k*lled.

Seems like

he can handle himself.

You sure saved our a*s today.

Like I said.

ba*ls.

Or he doesn't give a sh*t

what happens to him.

Either way,

it's f*cking dangerous.

Maybe he just hasn't

taken orders before, sir.

Been out here fighting his own

w*r for so long.

Who knows what

he's been through?

[somber music]

Lieutenant Smith's group

has made contact, sir.

Mission is on schedule.

That may be our only hope.

Sir?

21st Panzer

Division is massing for attack.

Ridgeway's pulling back.

We're it.

Yes, sir.

We don't have the men

to hold this town.

If the krauts can get their

reinforcements before we can,

they're going to roll right

through us.

And they'll head

right down to the beach

and kick us all back to England.

Right now

this w*r is just a race.

[Miller] I'm just saying,

if this mission is bullshit,

then what makes it any different

than chicken sh*t?

[Coolidge] Because Miller,

chicken sh*t

is all the petty, pointless pain

they put us through at boot

camp to make us so mad

that we begged them

to ship us off to w*r.

-Also, we get shot at.

-Right.

Unlike this

brilliantly f*cked

up, crazy a*s mission

which is certified

grade-A bullshit.

You're both wrong.

Six men

behind enemy lines fighting

an entire German division.

We have a name for that,

"merde d'lphant".

What's that mean?

Elephant sh*t.

-[Miller] Elephant sh*t?

-[all chuckling]

[Stubbs] Brilliant.

So, any thoughts on

how to handle this?

-We get as far as Bastogne.

-Yeah.

I was thinking.

Still trying to groom me

for command.

No, I think you're right.

You're not cut out for it.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

the men will follow you,

any man they see run out

in front of a machine g*n,

you got to figure,

he's either f*cking crazy

or he's got something

they don't.

But you got to be willing to ask

another man to do the same.

It just never felt right.

Asking another guy to do a job

I can do myself.

Stick his neck out

because I told him too.

That's what it is, Sergeant.

Being in charge.

If you care about these men,

you will stow your own horseshit

and do the job God put

you here to do.

k*ll me, Smith.

You really think

God wants any part of this?

Lieutenant!

There are

Americans up on the road ahead.

They have German prisoners.

[Southern] It looks like

airborne, all right.

Maybe a part of the

stick from the 101st.

This far inland, though?

They must have

made our drop, sir.

Wouldn't surprise me.

They got half a dozen

POWs with them.

That doesn't make sense.

Yeah.

Why would they be

marching them out in the open

for everyone to see?

Maybe the Germans are

surrendering all over.

[Coolidge] Come in, Commando.

Hey, guys,

I got no signal.

Hey, but wouldn't that be

something if the w*r was over?

There's no way we're that

f*cking lucky.

Hey, Lieutenant,

I bet you I can get a signal if

I go up on that hill.

Okay. Take Miller with you.

Go, now.

Sir.

I can make my

way up along this embankment.

I'll go with.

[Daquin] Lieutenant.

I can get to those boulders

Up on the hill,

get a bright eyes view

from up there.

That's a lot of open land.

All right, go.

sh*t.

Command, this is Ghost Company,

do you read me?

Command?

This should be working.

Command?

This is Ghost Company,

do you read me?

Command? Do you read me?

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

Ambush!

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

Stubbs! Cover me!

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

Go, go Miller, go!

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*n firing]

[soldier grunts]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

Here they come!

Coolidge!

Cover me.

Go! Go! Go!

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

-[body thuds]

-[g*ns firing]

[Smith grunts]

[body thuds]

[g*n fires]

-[soldier screams]

-[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[blood squelching]

Smith!

-[blood squelching]

-Smith!

[g*ns firing]

[Stubbs] Miller!

-Miller, Medic! Medic!

-[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[Miller] Get out the way!

Get out the way!

[Smith mumbles]

[Miller] Oh sh*t.

[Coolidge] Do something, Miller.

Give me the bad news first.

Only kind I got, sir.

We still haven't been able

to reach

Lieutenant Smith and his team,

but latest reports do confirm

the Germans are moving elements

from the 12th Division up

out of Toulouse.

Most likely assembling

for a counter-offensive, sir.

How stale are those reports?

Came in at 1100, sir,

6 hours ago.

So we sent Smith and his men

-right into the teeth of it.

-Sir.

I think we have to assume

the Lieutenant's team is lost.

[dramatic music]

I'm not giving up on them yet.

They haven't given up on us.

Assemble the men.

We're going to have to hold

the line on this bridge.

Yes, sir.

This place ain't right, Daq.

Bastogne.

How much further we have to go?

If we make good time,

we can be there

by tomorrow afternoon.

Tell us about this guy,

Ramsey, Daq.

Hey.

Better be worth it.

Losing the Lieutenant.

Are you kidding, Stubbs?

The Lieutenant died for nothing.

Don't say that.

[Coolidge] Don't say that?

Miller.

Do you think

k*lling one man in the middle,

all this bullshit

is going to make a difference?

How about k*lling Hitler,

Willy?

You don't think

that'll make any difference?

Hitler

is just another r*cist in power.

And the only reason

why he's in power is because

a lot of stupid

people follow him.

Stop, man.

No, no, Miller.

No, you don't tell me to stop.

I'm not even supposed to be

here.

I'm with Triple Nickel.

It's an all black unit.

It's my brother's.

Now, when Private Tally and

Lieutenant

Smith died, guess what?

It hurt all the same.

So you tell me, Frenchy,

going after this, Sergeant

Ramsey, or whatever his name is.

What's it get us?

What's the--

He's a k*ller!

So are you.

So are we. So what.

[Daquin] I see.

You never met the devil.

When a German invaded,

he came to my town

saying all he wanted was peace.

Giving us amnesty

in exchange for the resisters.

We wanted to trust in him.

Well...

They died first.

The rest of us?

We died more slowly.

One morning, Ramsey and his men

fired upon my home.

k*lling my wife and daughter

in front of my eyes.

There's nothing

I could have done.

But die.

This is for you.

What we're doing.

I think our governments

have a mutual interest.

But for you it's different.

Personal.

You want him dead.

And for you, Southern.

This w*r

is not personal?

Coolidge.

Wonder if Smith is having apple

pie with your mama

right now.

I suppose they are.

Who's got the first watch?

We'll take it.

[Southern] All right.

[crickets chirping]

[suspenseful music]

Miller?

Miller?

Miller? Miller?

No, no!

Wake up! Miller!

Miller?

Miller? Miller!

Miller!

[soldier grunts]

[soldiers grunting]

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

[Coolidge screams]

Miller!

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

The German 91st

is in the next town.

They want our bridge.

And we're

not giving it back to him.

I want you to reserve a*mo

and grenades,

make every shot count.

There's

only one way into this village.

This village

is our path

to the rest of France.

This is why we came, gentlemen.

Let's get this done.

[dramatic music]

[truck engine revs]

[Ramsey] It amazes me.

These things you people

are capable of.

The courage, the fearlessness

to believe in something

against all odds.

[tools thud]

To cling to it

without any regard for reason,

without any regard for your own

self-preservation.

The blind faith

it must take to come here

and to think you could

actually win. [chuckles]

To think to yourself, "Not me.

I'm special.

Surely I will survive".

In Germany,

our attitudes are different.

I think you know.

More

coarse.

You may think we are

renown

for our sense of discipline.

Right.

But I never imagined

if you gave a man

the freedom

to believe in what he chooses,

how easily

he would convince himself

of what he wants to be true.

"I will not die in this place.

Away from all those people

who love me".

Without any reason

or purpose.

It amazes me because in the end,

all the courage,

all that belief

proves only to be a lie.

[soldier grunts]

In the end,

all there ever was,

all you ever really had

[soldier grunts]

was your fear.

[soldier grunts]

-[knife slices]

-[blood squelches]

Southern, we really

going through with this?

It's the mission, Willy.

This ain't the mission.

It's not.

Man, look at us.

Man, I fought my whole life.

The police,

the Klan,

bigoted officers

in the United States Army, man.

I don't want to fight anymore.

You want to turn around

and go back?

You're not thinking, Southern.

If this Ramsey guy

was that important

don't

you think they would have sent

a unit here to take him out?

You think we could just

walk up to the door

and say, "Hey, here we are".

You won't have to.

That's what Daq's for.

What's going on, boys?

Listen, listen.

You said it yourself.

This is personal for him.

Hey, this is personal with me.

We lost Miller, Smith.

That's not for nothing.

Stubbs, aren't you trying

to get back to your daughter,?

What did you just

f*cking say to me?

Huh?

Don't mention my daughter again.

And now man

the f*ck up, soldier.

There's something

he's not telling us.

Frenchy, what do you, what do

you know about these guys?

Huh?

It's the 12th Division.

Led by veterans

from the Eastern Front.

They're very feared.

They're also known

as the m*rder Division.

[Coolidge] The m*rder Division.

That's great.

-Guys, please--

-We've come this far.

We're not going back now.

Southern, please listen.

We can leave right now.

Make it to the front.

We go to the back

and we can just warn

Haskel what's coming.

They'd beat us there

by two days, man.

Come on.

[Daquin] That's what

we're here for.

-Let's go.

-[Coolidge] No, Frenchy.

That's why you're here.

[gentle music]

This is your mission.

This is our mission.

And I'm going.

Stubbs.

Southern, listen to me.

Every man has to make

his own decision.

We've made ours.

Southern!

Southern!

[gentle music continues]

[truck engine revs]

General.

We arrive at the park in

twenty minutes.

Very good. As it happens

our guests were

quite informative.

The American position at

La Fiere is quite weak.

They may hold it for now, but

as soon as we arrive,

the bridge will fall.

Yes, General.

And what about our guests?

We have no more use for them.

[speaks in German]

They're loading up three trucks

with ammunition and expl*sives.

Jesus.

Ten, maybe even twenty Germans.

Just the three of us.

[Coolidge] Four.

[uplifting music]

All right, boys.

Here's the plan. Stubbs,

you work to get in position

to go to the far

end of the yard.

Willy, you're with me.

Daq, can you

get a good position?

I can get a clear view

in the front door.

m*rder Division my a*s.

When we deal with these

m*therf*ckers

that's when they'll be gone.

m*rder Company.

82nd Airborne, maybe.

Plus a Frenchman.

All right, boys,

let's move.

Daq, we'll be in your hands

out there.

You see that son of a b*tch?

And you take a shot

before we get clear,

None of us make it.

Sir.

[truck engine revs]

Sir, the Germans

are almost on us.

We're not losing this bridge.

We lose this bridge,

we lose the w*r.

We will hold this line.

-Yes, sir. Sir?

-Sergeant.

Your group planted

those anti-tank mines.

Yes, sir.

Have some of your men

fall back to the bridge.

Funnel their advance

into that mine field.

Yes, sir.

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

[body thuds]

[knife slices]

[knife slices]

[knife slices]

Did you work with the expl*sives

back in Toccoa?

I was a better cook, but yeah.

What do you think?

We blow some sh*t up?

Let's do it. You cover my a*s

out there, Southern.

All right.

[dramatic music]

You need to run this wire

with these charges

at the bottom of these trucks

and fast.

I'll blow the detonator.

I'll cover you from this side,

Stubbs on the other, Daq

has our back side.

Whatever happens,

when the sh**ting starts,

we got to blow this f*ck.

We will.

Southern. We will.

[knife slices]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

What the hell is happening?

We are not sure, General.

Not sure who is out there.

General please,

if you stay inside--

I'm not staying inside.

Get those trucks out of

here and do it now.

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[truck engine revs]

-[g*n fires]

-[expl*si*n blasts]

Coolidge?

Coolidge?

Coolidge? Coolidge?

[Coolidge grunts]

Stubbs! Stubbs, get over here.

[Southern] You're alive.

Get Coolidge,

I'm heading inside.

You hit?

You hear me?

Yeah. [laughs]

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're alive.

[blood squelches]

[g*ns firing]

[g*ns firing]

[soldiers muffled grunting]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[soldier grunting]

Jesus.

I can fight.

Don't worry about it, bud.

You help these guys.

[g*n fires]

[body thuds]

[body thuds]

[g*n fires]

I surrender. I surrender.

I surrender.

[Ramsey] I surrender.

I can give you 91st Division.

I can give you twenty-four

sponsors.

The transfer plans

and all of it.

I know all of it.

What I have to offer you

is more valuable than whatever

this piss-head resistance

has to give.

What I have to offer

you is more valuable

than whatever this pathetic

resistance has to offer.

[g*n fires]

They're retreating, sir.

Getting word the German

counterattack has failed.

The 91st reinforcements

never made it to the line.

[uplifting music]

This bridge is ours.

Our exit off

the beach is secure.

Sergeant Verrill.

Yes, sir?

Glad you're still alive.

Thank you, sir.

Don't mention it.

[chuckles]

Where's Daq?

-He make it?

-Yeah.

They already came for him.

It's what he deserved.

[g*n thuds]

Where are you going?

Home.

w*r is just getting started,

boys.

[uplifting music]

[dramatic music]