[theme music playing]
When we left for Bastogne,
we were short of equipment,
we didn't have enough ammunition,
we didn't have enough warm clothes.
But we had confidence
that our higher military authorities would get to us whatever we needed.
And there was a ridge, with tree-line.
We were dug in on that ridge.
The Germans knew right where we were and they really gave us a shellacking.
Well, like in Bastogne, we're down to one round per man there for a while.
There was this, the fog was in, they couldn't drop us, couldn't re-supply us.
Every time they tried to drop supplies into us
they missed us and dropped them to the Germans.
One of the guys got hit in the arm with a piece of shrapnel.
Took his arm off above the elbow.
And they were taking him out, he said, "Get my wrist-watch off my arm."
And then a medic came along, and I think he really saved my life,
because he stuck a syrette in a key position, more morphine.
Even today, a real cold night,
we go to bed and my wife will tell you that
First thing I'll say is, "I'm glad I'm not in Bastogne."
[footsteps approaching]
[gasps]
[shivering]
[distant gunfire]
[shivering]
[distant explosion]
[soldier approaching]
[Winters whispering] Duck, duck, duck!
[speaking German]
[vehicle approaching]
[Winters] Doc, bandage.
Take him back to regiment.
[Sink] As you all know, General McAuliffe, acting division commander.
Give it to me straight!
We've been taking ground in one position, General,
losing it in another.
And now it looks like a stand-off,
we're digging in on the edge of the forest.
We're under sporadic artillery fire, General.
We're taking a lot of hits and we have no aid station.
We've run out of food, we have no winter clothes,
and we have little or no ammo.
The line's spread so thin, the enemy wanders
Into our CP to use our slit trenches, sir.
We just can't cover the line.
[Sink] Good morning, Captain Nixon.
You got anything to add for General McAuliffe?
General, uh, yes sir.
General, I took a walk on a line about 0300 last night.
Couldn't find the 501st on our right flank.
I tied in with a squad from our 2nd platoon,
but, sir, we've got some considerable gaps in our perimeter.
I don't have enough people, sir. We're spread too damn thin.
Hold the line, Colonel, close the gaps.
This goddamn fog won't lift any time soon.
So you can forget about air cover.
Your 1st battalion just pulled out of Foy,
Krauts on their tail.
Tanks, artillery, got no backup.
There's a lot of shit heading this way.
[Winters grunts]
Doc...
Can I scrounge a bandage from your aid kid, sir?
How are you fixed?
[scoffs]
No plasma, couple of bandages.
Practically no morphine.
In fact, I tried to find my way up to 3rd battalion
looking for supplies, but lost my way.
If you can't get over to 3rd, hook up with Doc Ryan,
he'll fix you up with what he has to spare.
Thanks, Captain.
Eugene...
Get everything you can, you're gonna need it.
-Spina. -Doc.
What's happening?
We're digging in right along the line.
-Yeah? -Yeah, this is it.
So, what'd you get?
I got, uh, I got this.
And I got myself a Kraut bandage.
[distant gunfire]
What, this is it?
Yeah, that's it, that's all you got.
[Spina] Jeez.
You know, 1st battalion's pulled out of Foy,
-heavy casualties. -So, if they're pulling back,
then what the hell are we doing sitting here?
We need morphine, this is all I've got.
You got extra scissors?
Uh-huh. Just the one.
[Dike] 1st Sergeant Lipton!
Sir.
What's this?
Two medics in one hole?
Yes, sir.
Well, what's gonna happen to us if you take a hit, huh?
Sir?
1st sergeant, where's my foxhole?
It's back here, sir.
Maybe you, uh, maybe you missed it, huh?
I'll walk you back, sir. You're a bit close to the line here.
God damn it.
[Roe] Sergeant Guarnere,
Did you keep your morphine from Holland?
-No. Hey Doc, I've gotta talk to you. -How's that leg?
To hell with the leg, I'm pissing needles.
-Later. -[Guarnere] Shit!
[soldier grunts]
[Roe] You seen 'em?
[Gordon] No, but they're out there.
Depend on it.
Cup of joe, Doc?
[Roe] Gordon, I need scissors,
You got scissors, sharp scissors.
-Scissors? -Uh-huh.
Well, let's see, I'll have to check the sewing room.
Might be upstairs in the study.
That skinny old drawer in the middle of the desk.
All right, what about an extra syrette in your aid kit, huh?
-Hide your morphine, guys... -[explosion]
Muck, you all right?
I'm good.
Muck, Malarkey, take cover!
We're okay.
Take a look at this shit, they've peppered my helmet.
Hey Doc, morphine.
Here, take it!
Where's Penkala?
Christ knows.
[soldier] Medic!
Doc!
Medic!
[Roe] You guys hit?
Hey, Doc, how you doing?
Hey, are you crazy?
What are you looking at him for, watch the goddamn line.
-You got a syrette? -No.
[soldier] Medic!
Medic!
[explosion]
Doc!
-Penkala. -[Penkala] Doc!
It's the artery, I can feel it.
-Penkala, let go-- -It's the goddamn artery!
Loosen your fingers, loosen them now!
-I'll bleed to death. -Relax your arm, Penky, come on!
It's not the artery.
-I ain't going back, Doc. -What?
I ain't going nowhere.
You don't want to go out in this shit and you yell "medic"?
-I don't need to go to no aid station. -Well, you're in luck, Penkala.
We don't got no aid station.
[indistinct shouting]
[panting]
Penkala, scissors, I need scissors, you got scissors?
-What the hell I need scissors for? -Got your aid kit?
[coughing]
Right, well, you don't need this. Not yet, I do.
[Penkala coughs]
-Who got hit? -Penkala.
All right, here, this is what I want you to do.
I want you to take someone,
and work your way over to the 3rd battalion.
You know what we need, bandages, plasma.
Whatever you can beg, you beg.
All right, and give me some goddamn scissors, I can't get any.
And you get yourself a hot meal too, huh?
Go!
[sighs wearily]
[exhales]
[panting]
[Heffron] You know, he told me he was a goddamn virgin.
[Spina] Who?
[Heffron] The replacement in my foxhole, Julian.
[Spina] Yeah?
Goddamn virgin, just a kid.
The only virgin I know is the Virgin Mary.
[Spina laughs]
[Spina] Hey, Babe, where the hell are we?
[Heffron] This way.
[Spina] I don't like it.
Where the hell's 3rd battalion?
Shit, come on. [chuckles]
[soldier speaking German]
Come on, come on, give me a hand.
Go, go!
[Heffron] Come on, Spina, move!
-[Spina] I'm moving. -[Heffron] Get moving, come on, go.
Okay, we can spare a few bandages, but that's it.
No morphine.
You're gonna have to go back to Bastogne for plasma.
Bastogne, it took us an hour to find you.
Doesn't your surgeon have plasma?
We don't have one, no surgeon, no aid station, nothing.
Just me and my buddy.
Sorry, guys, but we just can't help you.
[soldier] Take cover!
Get your butts out of here, we're pulling back!
Come on, let's go!
Go, go, go! Move!
Should have shot Hinkle in the ass,
and he would have shot him in the ass!
-[laughs] -Hey, God bless ya.
[chattering]
[Malarkey] Yo, these smell like my armpit.
At least your armpit's warm.
Do you want syrup with that?
Joe, be honest, what's in these things anyway?
Nothing you won't eat, Malarkey.
I won't eat Malarkey.
Hey, hey, maybe Hinkle would like your share, huh?
I should have shot him when I had the chance.
-What, running backwards, Babe? -Anybody seen Lieutenant Dike?
Uh, try battalion CP, sir.
-Try Paris. -Try Hinkle.
-[laughs] -Hinkle, sweetie, I'm home.
Hey, Eugene, Lieutenant Dike's got a full aid kit, try him.
Yeah, I'm sure he's not using his.
Maybe Hinkle's got a syrette for you.
Eat your strudel.
Hey, Hinkle-Vinkle, eat the armpit, huh? [chuckles]
[panting]
Lieutenant Dike.
Lieutenant.
Can you spare something from your aid kit?
I'm real short, I need syrettes.
-What, morphine? -Yes, sir.
What happens if I get hit?
I'll be there, sir.
Syrettes in here, right?
Yes, it is.
Here.
I don't plan on getting hit.
Thank you, sir.
[Heffron coughing]
[Heffron breathing heavily]
Heffron.
Hey, Heffron, you okay?
Gene, what is with the Heffron bullshit, huh?
You know my name, why don't you use it?
It's Edward, right?
Edward, are you serious?
Only the goddamn nuns call me Edward.
Hey, listen, I need to know whether you kept your morphine from Holland.
No, you asked me already, remember?
No, I don't recall.
-Hey. -Hey.
Gordon, you want me?
Oh, yeah. Uh, morphine.
3rd platoon ponied up the contraband.
You still looking for scissors?
-Yes, I am. -Perconte.
Perconte.
Doc.
Thank you.
Oh, and you'd better check on Joe Toye out on the OP.
He's missing something.
Thanks.
You guys okay?
They got hot food, can you smell it?
-Toye, are you missing something? -Home.
Ask him to dance, Doc.
[gunfire]
Toye, show me your feet.
You watch the goddamn line, McClung.
Where are your boots?
In Washington, up General Taylor's ass.
I don't believe this.
I can move better in bare feet, Doc.
What happened?
I took 'em off to dry my goddamn socks.
They got blown to hell, okay?
Well, what's your size?
Nine, just like everybody else.
Frank, you keep cleaning those teeth,
the Germans will see you a mile away. Shoot him dead.
[Perconte] That's right, pee-wee, you keep laughing.
Hey, Doc,
My stuff.
Oh, come on, Doc.
You got a drug store in here?
No, I own my stuff.
What are you looking for?
Scissors, thank you, Perconte.
[Perconte] My goddamn scissors.
Sergeant Guarnere.
Marlene, is that you?
Hey, Doc.
Doc, come here.
USO pickin' up syrettes,
Alley, Liebgott, you got any?
No, got used in Holland, Doc.
You ain't using this stuff, are you?
-I mean, personal, like? -Come on.
[singing]
Hey, Doc, I still got the itchin'.
-Every time I pee it's murder. -Yeah, I know, I'm sorry,
-I don't have penicillin for your biroute. -My what?
Make sure you move around a little, get your blood flowing.
I can't feel my feet.
You gotta move around, so you don't get trench foot.
-Should I take my boots off? -Just loosen 'em up.
Keep moving.
Sergeant, I'm sorry.
Look, I know it must be hell but I can't help you, all right?
Just drink lots of water.
Water, it's pissing that hurts!
Shut it! Shut the hell up!
What's going on here, Bill?
Who the hell's singing?
Well, I'll find out, Lieutenant.
I'll find out, I'll shut 'em up.
[whispers indistinctly]
[gunfire]
Oh Lord, grant that I shall never seek
so much to be consoled, as to console,
to be understood, as to understand,
or to be loved,
as to love with all my heart.
With all my heart.
[explosion]
[soldier] Medic!
[gunfire]
[Perconte] Medic!
[screaming]
Oh, Christ!
-Perconte, you getting a jeep -Come on, Doc.
Look what they did to my leg!
[Perconte] Easy CP, Easy CP, this is Perconte.
Sisk has been hit and I need a jeep.
Oh! I say it again, I need a jeep now!
They're moving, God damn it, we need it now.
[explosion]
Okay Sisk, it ain't that bad, ain't that bad.
Ain't that bad?
Argh!
-Pull! -[screaming]
No, Doc, save the morphine, I can make it.
I can make it, save it, okay?
Okay, all right, let's get him out of here.
[groans]
-Where's damn jeep? -I don't know, but I hear it.
Ahh, Jesus Christ!
Skinny, you've got blood all over my trousers.
-I'm real sorry, Frank. -Get him up.
Damn it, Skinny.
[groans]
Tell Spina I went in for plasma.
Get him up.
[Perconte] All the tanks, artillery,
are pulled back to here.
We've got no back-up beyond Bastogne, this is it.
The Krauts captured the 326th medical and they took everybody.
Doctors, medics, the whole shebang.
We got nothin'.
They're giving the boys hooch for the pain.
Argh!
He took a mortar hit, watch the leg.
Yeah, watch the leg.
Get him in.
Move it!
Coming through.
Morning, fellas.
[Renee] Oh, no, no, no, here, put him here.
-[paratrooper] Yes, ma'am. -Aah.
Is he bad?
No, lower leg wound, no morphine.
Nurse, have you got plasma I can--
Wait, please.
[nurse speaking French]
Hey, what's going on here, why aren't these men evacuated?
We can't evacuate, we're cut off.
This is as far as it goes.
[nurse speaking French]
[speaking French]
I'm in heaven, Doc.
[speaking French]
Nurse?
[nurse in English] This way.
[Roe] I need morphine, I need bandages, whatever you've got.
Okay, I can give you a little, but not a lot.
There you go.
You can have this, do you want that?
Oui, you got plasma?
A little.
Are you a surgeon?
No, we don't got no surgeon.
What's this?
Uh, from the bed.
-What, sheets? -Yes, for bandages.
Okay.
[both speaking French]
[speaking French]
[in English] My name is Renee.
I'm Gene, Eugene Roe.
Where are you from?
Louisiana, half Cajun.
[speaking French]
Bastogne.
Can you get me back to the line?
Sure.
[Renee] Eugene.
[speaking French]
[Father Maloney praying in Latin]
Amen.
[paratrooper] Amen.
[Father Maloney] Fight well for your God and your country.
God bless you all, and stay safe.
That's it, guys, nothing more to worry about.
We're gonna die now, we're gonna die in a state of grace.
Isn't that right, Babe?
Battalion want a reconnaissance patrol.
Kraut hunting.
All right, I'll go, take these.
Give the boots to Joe Toye, tell him they're a nine.
Keep going, till we make some kind of contact.
-Peacock's leading, right? -Right.
Asshole couldn't find a snowball in a blizzard.
That's what's happening, that's the order.
-Sarge? -Yeah, Julian.
Let me be the lead scout.
Back in line, Private.
All right, that's it, let's move out.
Tactical columns, gentlemen.
Doc, Doc, it's a combat patrol.
Why don't you stay back and keep your ass out of trouble, huh?
-Yes, Sergeant. -Yeah.
[soldier] Come on, Hoobler, pick it up.
[distant explosion]
[soldier] Right, move on.
Go.
Fire!
Get down! get down!
Jesus.
Shit!
Bull! Christenson!
Up on line!
Johnny!
We got a man down!
-Jack, over here. -What have we got?
Keep still, Julian!
We've gotta make a move!
I can get him, Sarge.
-Suppressing fire! -Suppressing fire!
One man down, Easy!
Covering fire!
[shouting]
Easy CP, I have one man down!
Okay, stay there, don't move.
Stop moving else they'll keep shootin'.
[gunfire]
What's happening, sir?
We're pulling back, we made contact.
I gotta get to the CP.
Don't move!
Stop moving, they'll keep firing, stop moving!
Jesus Christ, fuck.
John, what...
Pull back, we gotta pull back!
Let's get the hell out of here!
Let's go, let's go!
Move! Go!
Stay with us, stay with us!
Hold on, Julian, stay with us!
Look at me, stay with us!
Look at me, hold on, hold on!
Don't move, Julian, we're coming back!
We'll get you out of here, just hold on!
Go, let's go!
[gunshots]
[soldier] Move!
-Come on, let's go! -Where the hell are we?
[soldier] Straight ahead, straight ahead!
Doc!
[soldier] Okay, Christenson, set it up on the rock.
[Luz] Easy CP, Easy CP, lightning, over.
I need an A jeep standing by at the CP.
Okay, got you a jeep, Doc.
Martin!
-Martin! -[Martin] Sir!
-[Nixon] What's going on? -They got Julian!
-He's still alive! -[Nixon] We don't know that!
We've gotta go get him, sir!
-Did you hit an OP or their line? -Their line, sir!
We've gotta go back, sir, get Julian out!
-No, fall back! -[soldier] We lost Peacock.
-No, he's back at the CP. -[Nixon] Come on, Martin, fall back!
-Get him out of here! -[Martin] We gotta pull back, Doc.
Let's up and go!
[gunfire]
[Luz] Doc, we've gotta move now, Doc, come on, let's go!
Doc, now, let's go!
[gunfire]
[Martin] Move!
Let's go! Babe, fall back!
[coughing]
We couldn't get to him, Captain.
We tried, Babe tried, we couldn't get to him.
[Winters] Hey, people.
Let me sit in here with you guys.
[men coughing]
[Toye] Heffron?
Toye.
What you doing out here?
Thanks for the boots, Doc, doing fine.
Are you still having trouble with your feet?
Show me, let me see it.
It's trench foot, Toye.
If it turns gangrene, you could lose it.
I ain't coming off the line, Doc.
Well, you gotta stay dry.
Massage your feet.
Change socks every day, and dry the wet ones around your neck.
-Trying. -Do it.
I'm working on it.
[distant explosion]
Oh, you seen Heffron?
No.
Why?
He ain't in his hole.
Fuck.
Got you.
Heffron?
Edward.
Eat it.
[breathing heavily]
Good.
Perfect.
I promised him, if he got hit,
I'd get his stuff and bring it to his ma, you know?
Now the fucking Krauts will strip him.
-Hey, no, it's okay. -It's not!
It's not okay.
We should've got to him.
[coughing]
[gunfire]
Hey, what do you call those people again?
Those Cajun healers?
Traiteurs.
You know, my grandma was a traiteur.
-Your grandma? -Uh-huh.
-No shit. -Well, she was.
Laid her hands on people and cured 'em.
Took away sickness, cancer, you name it.
Your grandma did that?
Wow, you're shitting me.
I remember she used to pray a lot.
[chuckles] Yeah, I guess she had to.
Talked to God about the pain she pulled out.
Asked him to...
carry it away.
That's what she did.
Jesus.
I'm still trying to figure why they picked me for a medic.
God knows.
Snap of a finger and just like that you're a medic.
I've had enough playing doctor.
[distant gunfire]
Hey, how about you?
-[distant gunfire] -[gasps]
[panting]
Joe.
[airplanes droning overhead]
[soldier cheering]
[all cheering]
[gunfire]
Cease fire!
Cease fire, God damn it!
Sergeant, I don't understand, it was our own planes.
Shh!
C-47's.
They're bringing supplies, it's a drop.
It's a drop, come on!
[planes droning]
[Lipton] All right, help the Doc.
The rest of you come with me.
[Renee whispering]
[soldier] Medic!
Someone give us a hand here!
Help, help!
[speaking French]
[Renee] This one through here.
Now, vite!
[both speaking French]
[Roe] The artery, gotta find the artery.
[groans]
[speaking French]
[Renee] Anna!
Anna!
[speaking French]
[grunts in frustration]
Where does she come from?
The Black girl.
The Congo.
How'd she get here?
Just like me.
She came to help.
[speaking French]
Hmm.
What?
Your hands.
[Renee] My hands?
Mm-hmm.
You're a good nurse.
No. [scoffs]
I never want to treat another wounded man again.
I'd rather work in a butcher's shop.
But your touch...
calms people.
That's a gift from God.
No, it's not a gift.
God would never give such a painful thing.
[soldier] Nurse!
Nurse!
We need some help over here!
Guy's shot through the stomach.
[Renee] How bad is it?
Okay, get this one in first.
[soldier] Come on. You'll be all right.
[Compton] Now we know how they felt.
What? Who?
The legionnaires.
When they were watching the Huns,
the Goths, the Visigoths.
Visigoths? Jesus Christ.
Uh, barbarians.
Ah.
They came right through here.
Right through these trees, just sweeping down
to burn the shit out of Rome.
That's a hell of a long ride.
So what, what's college like, Buck?
You got time to hit the books
With cheerleaders running their fingers through your hair?
Hell, Babe, I can't even remember.
[gunshots]
[shivering]
-Hey, it's Doc. -Sergeant.
-Heffron. -Lieutenant.
Wrap up.
Never calls anybody by their nickname.
He once called me Edward.
-Is that right? -Yeah. [chuckles]
Edward?
That's your name.
Yeah.
Funny, you don't look like an Edward.
[coughing]
[wind blowing]
[rumbling]
[tanks approaching]
[Lipton] Hey, Doc.
It's gonna get busy, pal.
Hold your fire, boys. Don't let 'em draw you out.
-[officer shouting] Hold your fire! -Stay ready, boys.
[soldier] What the hell are we gonna hit those things with, Lip?
-[explosion] -Hold your fire.
Get ready, Walter.
[explosion]
Stay in your holes, guys.
[gasping]
[soldier] Smokey's hit, medic!
Hey, Eugene, let's go!
Come on, let's go!
Okay, go!
-Ready. -[Gordon gasps]
Medic!
-Doc! -Smokey!
-Hi, Mo. -I got it, I'm keeping it for you.
I can't feel my legs, Gene.
Take it easy. My foxhole, get the plasma, now!
[soldier] Here they come!
[tanks approaching closer]
[gunfire]
You got 'em?
I got 'em, go!
Machine gun open fire!
Open fire, left!
[indistinct shouting]
Sergeant Lipton!
Doc, we gotta get the hell out of here.
Stay with us, Smokey. Stay with us!
We gotta get the hell out of here!
[officer] Keep the line.
You ready? All right, go!
-Stop, we've gotta stop. -All right.
-Take the plasma. -All right.
-Hey, hey, come on, Walt. -[groans]
Come on, buddy.
Hurry, Doc, come on, Doc. I've gotta get back to the line.
Okay, okay.
-Lip. -Yeah, buddy.
You're standing on my hand.
[Lipton] Sorry.
Look, I'll get you another Purple Heart for it.
Hey!
Hey, give us a hand.
I got you a ride, Doc.
Jones!
Give it here.
Okay, put him here.
Where's his tag?
Where's his tag? What's wrong with him?
Paralyzed.
What?
He's paralyzed.
Can't feel a thing.
[Father Maloney praying]
In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
[kisses]
[Renee] Eugene?
-Eugene? -[Jones] Renee?
-Are you-- -[Jones] Renee, I need some help here.
Are you all right?
[Jones] Renee.
[coughing]
Here you go, man.
One for the Doc.
Sure.
Doc?
Better than sitting down to a Christmas Eve dinner
of turkey and hooch back at the division CP.
Damned if I don't like old Joe Domingus' rancid-assed beans better.
Hello, Easy Company.
[all] Hello, sir.
Hello, sir.
General McAuliffe sent a message to the entire division.
I thought maybe your people would like to hear it.
Oh, that should be your prerogative, sir.
All right.
Men!
General McAuliffe wishes us all a merry Christmas.
What's merry about all this, you ask?
Just this.
"We've stopped cold everything that's been thrown at us
from the north, east, south and west.
Now, two days ago the Germans commander
demanded our honorable surrender
to save the USA encircled troops from total annihilation."
The Germans commander received the following reply,
"To the German commander...
nuts!"
[all chuckling]
"We're giving our country and our loved ones at home
a worthy Christmas present,
and being privileged to take part in this gallant feat of arms,
we're truly making for ourselves... a merry Christmas."
Merry Christmas to you all and God bless you.
-[soldier] Nuts, sir! -[all] Nuts!
-Nuts! -[all laughter]
[soldiers chattering]
[soldier singing "Silent Night" in German]
-Bill. -Huh?
Picture of my girl.
Good-looking broad, Buck.
She's, uh...
She's finished with me.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah, she's, uh...
Just in time for Christmas, huh?
Just in time for Christmas.
Oh, shit!
I almost forgot.
Oh, oh.
Lucky Strikes, means fine tobacco.
Where the hell did you get those?
Merry Christmas, fellas.
Gotta thank jolly old Saint Luz.
Oh, beautiful.
There. [sighs]
There you go, Penk.
I am shaking so goddamn much,
I feel like I'm dancin'.
There you go, buddy.
There you go.
Frank, what are you doing?
It's Christmas, Pee-wee.
Here, Frank.
What is it?
Lemon powder snow cone.
Pass.
Merry fucking Christmas.
Harry.
Fire's not a good idea.
Just a couple of minutes.
We're in a dell.
A dell?
You mean where fairies and gnomes live?
I swear I thought I could smell a fire.
I did smell a fire.
Are you out of your mind?
Well, we're in a dell.
Huh?
-[airplane soars] -Down!
[Winters] Put out the fire!
[Welsh] Oh, God! No!
-[soldier] Medic! -Argh! God! God!
[screaming]
This is Captain Nixon. I need an A- jeep for 2nd battalion CP.
Stay still, Harry.
[Nixon] Hey, Doc, put that out!
Repeat, A-jeep for 2nd battalion CP.
Medic!
[soldier 1] Doc!
Doc! Doc!
-Come on, Doc. -[soldier 2] Is he hurt?
[soldier 1] I don't know.
Move, get in!
[soldier 1] Doc!
I gotta go. I gotta go.
Eugene, come on, get up. The Captain's yelling, come on, get up.
-Okay -[soldier 1] Okay, get up, not okay,
lie down. Okay, get up, come on!
Move. Jesus Christ! Argh!
Oh, my hand, my goddamn hand!
Roe!
[screaming]
[screaming] Jesus!
Okay.
Roe?
[screaming]
Stay still, Harry.
It's just a scratch, Harry. You're not getting out of here this easy.
Jeep's on its way, hang tough.
Here's a towel.
[groans]
Towel.
Yeah sure.
I got morphine in my pocket, give it to him.
-Where you want it? -Opposite thigh.
-[vehicle approaching] -Ahh!
[Winters] Okay.
Okay.
Elevate his head.
Get him up.
There you go, soldier, take that.
Eugene,
get yourself into town, get a hot meal.
[soldier] Get out quick!
Clear the road!
[screaming]
Get out quick!
[soldier] Stay out of there!
[bombs whistling]
Medic!
Get your ass out here!
Come on!
[glass breaking]
[man] Get the hell off the road!
[indistinct shouting]
[soldier] ...every hour, on the hour, on the radio,
but I don't know where the hell you are.
Everything okay?
Babe?
Yeah.
Hey, how'd you do that?
You did that.
I'll fix it up.
Hey, Gene, you called me Babe.
I did? When?
Just now.
Babe...
-I guess I did. -[chuckles]
[mimicking] Babe.
-Heffron, watch the goddamn line. -[laughs]
[theme music playing] ddamn line. -[laughs]