[theme music playing]
I never thought I'd get through D-Day.
Let alone the next phase or the next phase.
I thought I was going to get killed instantly.
I thought one of two things:
A quick death, uh, or…
I'd come through probably without a scratch.
I think everybody had fear.
I think, uh, there's people that can handle fear.
I think, uh…
I think I was probably one of them. I think I was just as…
scared as anybody else, except I could think.
It's a feeling you would… you would not let yourself down,
and you would not let your comrades or your unit down.
We all had fear…
But we all had training to know that…
you try to handle your fear
and work to accomplish what you're supposed to be doing.
[somber music playing]
[distant explosion]
[wind blowing]
Hey, it looks like what's-his-name.
You know, from 1st platoon?
Our 1st platoon?
It sure does.
Blithe.
Hey, Blithe.
-Blithe! -[gun fires at a distance]
[indistinct shouting]
Thought that was you.
You alone?
You're the first familiar faces I've seen.
I ain't surprised.
They dropped us all over the Cotentin Peninsula.
We've been fighting with the 502nd since we hit the ground.
You?
Oh, I've been…
trying to find Easy.
Join the club.
[gunshots]
[imperceptible]
Hey, fellas.
Well, look who decided to show up, Floyd.
Hi there, Luz.
-We thought we'd never find you guys. -Hey, Tab, get a load of this.
Nice, huh? You like that?
-Yeah, it's the real stuff, man. -Yeah, of course. You like this?
Oh, nice.
That's a beauty, Sarge.
My Luger's gonna put you all to shame when I get it.
How was your jump?
Ah, missed the DZ.
Yeah, that goes without saying.
I guess so.
Got any souvenirs to trade?
Huh?
They're all tickin'.
Unlike their previous owners.
Got anything good?
-Not yet. -Hey.
So, have we lost anybody?
Tommy Burgess took one in the face.
Popeye Wynn got pinked in the behind.
-But they're gonna be okay. -That's good.
You run into Lieutenant Meehan on your travels?
No, why?
Company HQ's still missing.
They think the plane went down.
They say he's gonna turn up.
Yeah, I ain't holding my breath.
Who's in command, then?
Winters for now.
Lieutenant Welsh is 1st platoon.
[Welsh] Let's go, 1st platoon!
[soldiers shouting]
Easy's moving out!
On your feet.
[soldier] Stand up, let's go.
[Welsh] Listen up!
It'll be dark soon. I want light and noise discipline from here on.
No talking, no smoking.
And no playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz.
So, where we headed to, Lieutenant, huh?
We're taking Carentan.
That sounds like fun.
It's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach
can link up and head inland.
Until we take Carentan, they're stuck on the sand.
General Taylor's sending the whole division.
[blows raspberry]
[mimicking Gen. Taylor] Remember, boys…
Give me three days and three nights of hard fighting
and you will be relieved.
-[all laughing] -Lieutenant.
Lieutenant, I'll take point.
Corporal Hoobler will be lead scout.
Blithe, glad you could join us.
Thank you, sir.
1st platoon, fall in behind Fox Company.
You people from 2nd and 3rd platoon, follow us.
Let's shake a leg.
[Luz mimicking Gen. Taylor] Another thing to remember, boys…
Flies spread disease.
So keep yours closed.
[all laughing]
[mellow music playing]
[gunshots at a distance]
Don't wake Jerry.
-Damn! -What?
We lost F Company, sir.
Again?
We lost F company.
Again?
Hey, Blithe, skinny, guess what?
Perconte, go back and pass the word to hold up.
-Yes, sir. -Hoobler, take Blithe,
-go find F Company. -Yes, sir.
Come on, Blithe.
[distant explosion]
Shit.
-Did you send somebody? -I got Hoobler and Blithe out there now.
Why have we stopped?
This is about officers crapping out on their training, Nix.
[sighs] Come on, let's get this show on the road.
Dang mosquitoes.
[breathing heavily]
[distant explosion]
[whispers] What is it?
[shushes]
[soldier] Flash.
Thunder.
I can hear y'all all the way across the field.
[whispers] You F Company?
That's right.
Where y'all been?
Blithe, go back to the Lieutenant.
Tell him we've found F Company.
I'll figure out where these yokels are at.
Hey, who y'all calling a yokel?
[distant explosion]
[gasps]
[Winters] He's dead, Private.
-Did you find Fox Company? -Yes, sir.
I thought he…
I thought he had me.
Fallschirmjäger.
Paratrooper?
Division thinks there's a regiment of 'em holding Carentan.
-Well, there's one less to worry about. -Yeah.
That's edelweiss.
That only grows in the Alps above the tree line,
which means he climbed up there to get it.
It's supposed to be the mark of a true soldier.
[wind blowing]
I want you take the 1st straight up the middle, hard and fast.
We have to move quickly. I'll be right behind you with 2nd and 3rd.
Go!
[whispers] Let's go, 1st, let's go.
Go, go, go!
[indistinct shouting]
[gunshots]
[soldier 1] In the ditch! Down, down, down!
[soldier 2] Incoming!
[gunfire]
God damn it!
Where the fuck is everybody?
-Where did everybody go? -I have no idea!
[Strayer] Let's go, Easy!
Get those MGs moving, will ya!
Let's get them out of there.
They're in the open, for Pete's sake!
Go, go!
Get going, Buck.
Follow me, Easy!
Move out! Move out, men!
Go!
Move out, move out!
Get yourself out of that ditch!
We have men getting killed out there, Blithe!
Move! Get yourselves out of here. Go!
Go!
[soldier] Spotter. Upstairs window, left.
[Winters] Get yourselves out of those trenches!
[indistinct shouting]
[soldier 1] Incoming!
[soldier 2] That's an MG42.
[gunshots]
[indistinct shouting]
There's one in the right upper win--
Medic!
Upper flank!
Oh, shit!
Sniper…
Take his lower left.
[speaking German]
Ah, shit!
We need some covering fire, ready, Luz?
Okay, I'm out.
Shit!
[Winters] Guarnere, clear that sector on the right!
[Guarnere] Hey, with me!
[thud door]
You okay, Shifty?
We gotta take that warehouse!
Shifty!
Hammer those windows.
[soldier] Let's go! Move!
Tipper, take Liebgott, start clearing these buildings.
-Right. -Two at a time.
Second two, go, go!
[soldier] Houses on the right!
[panting]
[soldier screaming]
[gunshots]
Smash.
Grenade.
Luz, come on, Luz.
Come on.
Close behind.
[speaking German]
[woman panting]
[Lipton] Shit!
They got us zeroed!
Spread it out, spread it out!
Go!
Get the hell out of there.
They got us zeroed!
Get out of there! Go, go!
Get the hell out of the street! Move, now.
Let's Go, go, go!
[bombing continues]
[soldier] Medic!
[groaning]
Come on, let's get you out of here.
-Come on. -[groans in pain]
Come on.
Move, move, move!
Get off the street!
Go, go!
Move, now!
Hey, buddy.
You're okay, Lip.
Everything's right where it should be.
Come on, upsy-daisy.
[gunshots]
[soldier] Get Tipper up here with the bazooka.
Hello?
Anybody there?
[panting]
[Liebgott muffled] Tipper!
Tip!
Tipper!
Answer me, Tip!
[gasps]
-Joe? -Looking good, Tip.
Is that you?
Looking real good.
Come here, buddy, you gotta sit down.
Come here, come on.
Easy, easy.
There you go, there you go.
[panting]
[coughs]
Ah, Jesus.
[breathing raggedly]
You hang in there, buddy.
Okay, we're gonna get you fixed up.
All right, okay.
Guys, you wanna give me a hand here?
Come on.
[soldier] Take the left flank!
Take the left flank!
[indistinct shouting]
In the name of the Father and of the Son…
Hey, Malark. You see what I'm seeing?
Is now and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Crazy fools, the Irish.
You should know.
[speaking German]
Smokey, the window, let's go!
[man screaming]
[horse galloping]
Ho. Morning, sir.
[Winters] What's your name, trooper?
Sergeant Farmsworth from Able Company 501st.
I'm supposed to tell you we got it clear from here
all the way to the north of them Krauts, sir.
Well, tell your CO 506 arrived in force and secured all positions south of you.
Yes, sir, I'll tell him. Come on, bad boy, let's go!
Lieutenant Winters.
Yes, sir?
Is it safe to cross now?
What's that, sir?
Is it safe to cross?
We wanna move the wounded.
-Ah, yes, sir. -Okay.
[Strayer] Come on, let's get 'em out of here.
[grunts]
[winces]
[gasps]
[exclaims with frustration]
[sighs in exasperation]
[Doc Roe] There she is.
[Winters groans]
[grunts]
You're lucky it was a ricochet.
You just caught a piece of it.
-Stupid. -What?
Nothing.
[soldier] Walking wounded to the rear.
Now, you gonna be able to stay off it?
[Winters] Doesn't look that way.
Well, you gotta try, huh?
What have we got planned, Chief?
Well, we expect a counterattack.
Carentan's as important to them as it is to us.
[Compton] Any idea when?
We're not waiting around to find out.
Battalion wants us to head east toward high ground,
set up a defensive position.
With all the flooded fields it's the only direction they could approach from.
Yeah.
-You gonna be all right? -Yup.
Yeah.
Good.
What's wrong with Blithe?
Well, nothing, except he can't see.
He can't see?
So he says.
Blithe?
It's Lieutenant Winters.
What happened?
I don't know, sir.
Things,
they just kinda went black on me.
You can't see?
Not a thing, sir.
I can't see a thing.
Well, you just take it easy, Blithe.
We're gonna get you out of here.
Get you back to England.
It's gonna be okay.
Sir.
I didn't wanna let anyone down.
Just take it easy.
[sighing in despair]
It's okay, son.
Sir.
Yeah, what is it?
Thank you, sir.
I'm okay.
Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay. I think I'm okay.
You can see?
God, I don't know what happened.
I think… I think I'm okay.
All right. Uh…
Well, stay here 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.
[More] Berlin by Christmas. That's how I see it.
[Malarkey] Yeah, you're full of it.
Oh, God.
This Kraut cheese tastes like…
It stinks.
-Bread's stale, too. -Give me that.
[More] Yes, sir, the way we came in town today and took over,
you know, it don't seem like Jerry's got too much fight left in him.
More, don't get hit in the face when Jerry throws in the sponge, all right?
Mark my words, Mal, Berlin by Christmas.
[Speirs] Enjoy it while it lasts.
We'll be 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 know, you're taking your life in your own hands.
Ain't that right?
I told you, I didn't actually see it.
What, Speirs shooting the prisoners or the sergeant in his own platoon?
-Sergeant? -What?
-I didn't hear that one. -He shot one of his own guys?
Well, supposedly the guy was drunk and refused to go on a patrol.
Who knows if it's true.
Well, I know a guy who said an eyewitness
told him that Speirs hosed those prisoners.
Why? What for?
On D-Day.
Speirs comes across this group of Kraut prisoners
digging a hole or some such.
Under guard and all.
He breaks out a pack of smokes,
passes them out.
He even gives 'em a light.
Then, all of a sudden, he swings up his Thompson and…
[mimics machine gunfire]
…he hoses 'em.
I mean, goddamn, gives 'em smokes first?
Mm, you see that's why I don't believe he really did it.
-Oh, you don't believe it? -I heard he didn't do it.
[More] Oh, no, no, it was him all right.
But it was more than eight guys.
It was more like 20.
Hell of a shot.
All except one guy…
who he left alone.
Well, all I know, from what I heard,
he took that last 105 on D-Day practically by himself.
Running through MG fire like a maniac.
Yeah, that I did see.
-On his own? -Yup.
I don't care if any of the other stuff's true.
Hey, Albert.
[indistinct conversation]
What do you think?
[Blithe] I don't know.
I'm gonna have to take everybody's word for it.
I didn't see any of it.
[Welsh] Let's go, 1st platoon, weapons on me. We're moving out.
-Hey, take all your smokes. -[Welsh] On your feet, tactical column.
Flankers, up.
Flankers, up!
That means you, Private Blithe.
[soldier] Come on, Blithe, get up.
[indistinct conversation]
-Hey, Luz? -What?
How far we going?
Oh, Jesus Christ, Frank, I 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 Company the only company who's either at
the front of an advance or, like now, exposed at the far edge of the line?
To keep you on your toes.
No, that's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying that we're never in the middle.
And we're the fifth of nine companies of this regiment.
"Able" through "Item." Think of it.
See there, you see that?
[gunfire]
[Welsh] Incoming!
Contact right!
Get in the hedgerow!
See what I mean?
Left, bring it around!
[gunshots]
Stay low!
Luz, get down here with the radio now!
[breathing heavily]
[soldiers singing]
[thunder claps]
[rain pattering]
[German soldiers singing indistinctly]
Ah!
What have they got to sing about?
Flash!
[panting]
Thunder.
Catchy tune… Ain't it?
Hey, Lieutenant, what's the news?
[Welsh] Oh, same as it was this afternoon.
They're in their hedgerow, we're in ours.
Spell me a minute, sir?
Are you gonna let Blithe get some sack time?
-My back teeth are floating. -Get back here asap, Martin.
Count on me, sir.
[Welsh] Oh.
How you doing, Blithe?
I'm okay, sir.
[sighs]
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.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
It's a game, Blithe.
That's all.
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.
[Winters] Harry?
S2 said the Germans only left a company to defend Carentan.
Yeah.
The rest pulled out sometime last night.
I knew that town was too easy.
Yeah.
They regrouped south of town.
May have been on their way to a counterattack when we ran into 'em here.
Strength unknown.
[gunfire]
They want the town back.
And we're in their way.
If they don't come before then, we're attacking at first light 0530.
[grunts]
I'll tell the men to fix bayonets.
Not much of a limp.
I'll survive.
How is it?
Hurts.
War is hell.
[snoring]
[Talbert whispering] Smith, wake up.
Come on, Smith, get up, it's your watch.
Smith. It's your watch.
Easy, Smith, it's me, Talbert.
[groans]
Smith, what the hell are you doing? That's Talbert.
-I didn't… -Goddamn.
-Oh, gosh. -Medic!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
He looked like a Kraut.
-I didn't know it was him. -Yeah, I can breathe.
Look at me, look at me.
-Can you breathe? -Yeah, I can breathe!
I'm just gonna put some sulfur on the wound. You'll be fine.
[Talbert crying]
[indistinct conversation]
What the hell is that?
Sounds like it's coming from 3rd platoon.
You wanna get some sleep?
I don't think… I don't think I can.
Then go take a look.
Sarge.
[Talbert continues crying]
[groaning at a distance]
Flash.
Thunder, thunder!
Lieutenant Speirs, sir.
Where are you going, Private?
Check out the noise, sir.
I just came from there. Everything's under control.
Yes, sir.
Got some nervous privates in your company.
We do, sir.
Yeah, we do, I 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.
Sir, when I landed on D-Day,
I found myself in a ditch all by myself.
I fell asleep.
I think it was those air-sickness pills they gave us.
When I woke up, I didn't really try to find my unit…
to fight.
I just…
I just kinda stayed put.
What's your name, trooper?
Blithe, sir. Albert Blithe.
You know why you hide in that ditch, Blithe?
I was scared.
We're all scared.
You hid in that ditch because you think there's still hope.
But, Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact
that you're already dead,
and the sooner you accept that,
the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier's supposed to function.
Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse.
All war depends upon it.
[soldier 1] Got smokes? You want some of this candy shit? No?
[soldier 2] No, I'm all right.
-[soldier 3] The outpost got ammo. -Hay, boy!
Here you go, guys.
No, we don't know what they've got.
We may be attacking a weaker force, possibly more paratroopers.
And you know how they can be.
[chuckles] Fire and maneuver.
That's the name of the game, fire and maneuver.
Dog and Fox Companies will be on our left flank, moving with us.
Any questions?
[Welsh] Let's make 'em holler.
It's 9:30 in the evening back home.
Must be.
-Mortar! -[soldier 1] Take cover!
Incoming!
[soldier 1] Take cover!
Down, down, down, down, down!
Get that OP here!
Tell 'em to hold, I'm checking the lines.
All Easy stations, Easy six. Hold in position, over.
[Welsh] Go, lock and load!
Easy six, Easy red six.
I've got mortars across my line.
No sign of infantry yet.
I'm pulling the OP In, over.
Right plus 15, charge three.
Range, 600.
Top load, fire!
[gunfire]
Come on, move it, move it, hurry!
Watch for silhouettes on the horizon!
[indistinct shouting]
Keep low, go, go, go!
Perconte!
Get your men in order!
Stay low!
Pour it at 'em, Perconte.
To your left.
Keep going, keep going.
Keep it up!
I want fire superiority!
Guarnere, keep 'em pinned down.
Keep firing!
Sir, just reverse!
Cover the crest of that hill!
[screaming]
Where in the hell did they come from?
Holy shit, there goes our left flank.
Sir, Dog and Fox are pulling back.
What?
Who gave that order, God damn it.
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!
[indistinct shouting]
Keep firing!
Let 'em have it.
Keep firing!
Don't slack it off.
Let 'em have it, Blithe!
Pour it on 'em, Blithe!
Get some up there! Move it!
[screaming]
Let's go, McGrath, on me.
Shift your fire right.
Down, down!
Come on!
You're gonna get me killed, Lieutenant.
I knew you'd get me killed.
Don't fire till I tell you, McGrath.
I knew you were gonna get me killed.
-Hold your fire! -No, that's too close!
Bitch, sonofabitch!
Medic!
Go now.
Now, fire, McGrath!
Fire!
Covering fire!
-Covering fire! -Keep firing south.
[indistinct shouting]
You hit a home run, huh?
[groans]
Argh! Smith, I've been hit.
Just get me out of here!
Medic!
You okay?
Move it, move it!
[screaming]
Rounds complete!
Skip, more ammo! Go, go!
On my way.
-Medic! Medic! -[screaming]
Jesus, what was that?
Shermans.
[laughing]
Well, hello 2nd armored.
[laughing]
That's right, you sorry asses. Run!
Oh, you beautiful babies, you!
Let's go! Pour it on 'em!
Let 'em have it, come on!
Check it out, Shermans.
About damn time.
Come on! Argh!
[indistinct shouting]
[whispers] Come on.
Come on.
[soldiers cheering]
[soldiers laughing]
Hey, buddy?
Hey, buddy, you okay?
Looks like you fellas had a heck of a fight.
[soldier] Move forward on the right flank.
[somber music playing]
[somber music continues playing]
[Nixon] We need to know what's in there.
[Welsh] I don't know who the hell to send.
Ask for volunteers.
I hate asking for volunteers.
Then pick them.
Need to take a look at that farmhouse.
Who wants to go?
I'll go.
Anybody else?
Martin, Dukeman, you just volunteered.
Hubba-hubba.
I'll be lead.
Blithe's lead scout, move out.
Harry…
What exactly are you doing with your reserve chute?
You been hauling that thing around ever since we jumped.
Gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England.
Silk.
Figure it'll make a good wedding dress, you know?
What with rationing and all.
Jeez, Harry, I never would have guessed.
What? That I'm so sentimental?
No, that you think we're gonna make it back to England.
Okay.
[gunshots]
Here we go again. Covering fire, covering fire!
Go, go!
[gunshots]
[Martin] Hang in there, Blithe. Come on.
Keep moving down!
Medic up!
[soldier] 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.
Move, move. Coming through, give me room.
Outta my way.
I got it.
What happened?
Sniper.
[Medic] All right, Blithe, I got you.
Nice and easy, 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.
[indistinct chatter]
[Winters] Harry.
How's the leg?
Stiff.
Sore.
They want me to take it easy for a few days.
Yeah, you should.
Talked to Colonel Sink.
Said he appreciated Easy holding the line.
Hmm.
Said General Taylor was pleased.
Yeah?
Well, that's why I came to France
to please General Taylor.
-[snickers] -Yeah.
[officer] In grateful acknowledgement of the blood shed
in the service of your country,
it is my honor to present you with the order of the Purple Heart.
[all cheering]
Thank you, sir.
[Cobb] How many's that make?
Two?
Three?
You have no shame.
Hey, I got one hole in my shoulder,
a second in my calf.
Then there's the boil on my shin that had to be lanced.
And he only gets one.
[thunder rumbling]
[engine sputtering]
[cheering]
[Malarkey] Whoo-hoo!
[laughing]
This is great.
[laughing]
[both] Yay!
She fancied me, Alton.
[honking]
Jesus Christ!
[honking]
[laughing]
Whoo-hoo!
It's good to be alive!
Whoo!
Jesus Christ, that sure was close.
Nah, missed him by a mile.
[indistinct chatter]
-Hey, ssh. Hoobler. -What?
-Be quiet for the man. -[Gordon] "The Night of the Bayonet."
The night was filled with dark and cold,
when sergeant Talbert…
[all laughing]
-I don't like it. -…the story's told,
pulled on his poncho and headed out,
to check the lines dressed like a Kraut.
[all laughing]
Why is everyone in such a hurry to get back, huh?
Hospital food don't suit you?
We don't need you anymore, Tab.
[Gordon] Upon a trooper our hero came,
fast asleep, he called his name.
"Oh, Smith!
Get up, it's time, to take your turn out on the line."
Do you guys have any idea what he's talking about?
"The night of the bayonet."
Whatever that is.
[Gordon] But Private Smith, so very weary, cracked an eye, all red and bleary,
grabbed his rifle, he did not tarry.
Hearing Floyd but seeing Jerry.
[Smith] Oh, God!
[soldier] Way to go, Smithy.
"It's me", cried Tab, "don't do it," and yet Smith charged,
toot sweet, with bayonet
he lunged, he thrust, both high and low,
and skewered the boy from Kokomo.
[crowd clapping]
I'm heading back to barracks.
-You Heffron? -Yeah.
Where you from?
Who's asking?
You from Philadelphia?
South Philly, yeah.
Ah. I could tell.
17th Street.
Front Street.
Hey.
Come here, sit down.
Hey, you know a guy named Johnny Waylon?
Yeah, I know Johnny. Yeah, tar-head, yeah.
Since you weren't wounded by the enemy,
and thus didn't qualify for a Purple Heart,
we've taken matters into our own hands.
Tab, this is for you.
[all cheering]
That's right.
I could have shot the kid a dozen times.
Yeah, right.
I 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.
-Oh, yeah! -[all cheering]
Oh, yeah.
Secondly…
All passes are hereby revoked.
We're heading back to France.
So, pack up all your gear.
We will not be returning to England, boys.
Anyone who has not made out a will,
go to the supply office.
The trucks depart for Membury at 0700.
As you were.
-[bell over door rings] -Hello?
[clears throat] Hello?
Oh.
Good morning, Mrs. Lamb.
Um, sorry to bother you so early.
-That's all right. Private… -Malarkey.
Come in.
Actually, it's Sergeant Malarkey now, ma'am.
-I just got promoted. -Oh, lovely.
I expect you'll be wanting your laundry. I heard the trucks rumbling by all night.
I guess the Yanks must be on their way off again.
Yes, ma'am. Looks like for good this time.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Er, two shirts, two pairs of trousers,
Light starch.
Two bob and tuppence, please.
Thank you.
Would you, er, like a cup of tea?
I've got the water boiling.
No, no, thank you. I'm in a hell of a…
Bit of a hurry but, uh, thank you anyway.
Oh, um, Private?
Yes, ma'am.
Lieutenant Meehan's one of yours, isn't he?
I hope he hasn't forgotten his laundry.
I'll take it.
Thank you.
You, um, you couldn't be a dear and help me with a few others, could you?
Er, let's see.
Sergeant Evans.
Private Moya.
Blowzer.
Gray.
Miller.
Owen.
Collins.
Elliot.
Blithe.
[theme music playing] be a dear and help me with a few others, could you?