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Come on. Let's not bunch up.

Come on fellas. Let's get back
to our positions. Let's go.

Hey. There's a jeep coming.

Must be the hot chili promised us.

Alright Sergeant. Get a chow line started.

Is that an order?

Or are you looking for volunteers.

And don't let them bunch up.

It's just in time.
Flu, colds are starting.

Hey.

I read in the stars and stripes
that we're the best fed army in the world.

Huh. My stomach was beginning to doubt it.

Well, they do it,
they do the best they can.

Let's go.

(Heavy artillery is heard in background)

Hey, Stop.
These two are beautiful.

Hey boys.
Hold it.

Ohhh.
(Click).

Now turn towards me a little.

A little more.
I've got you at a lousy angle.

That's it.
(Click).

Now, a few more for Eleanora, huh.

Oh. This is what I came to see.

A real G.I.

Tough looking.
(Click).

Battered.
(Click).

Filthy, dirty.

Beautiful.

-Okay, Lady?

I'm a war correspondent.

I'm here to get front line reactions
for 20 million readers, okay.

Do you feel the people at home are giving
you enough backing to win this war, or

do you feel they should be
asked to make further sacrifices.

Further sacrifices?

Well sure. There's rationing of
all kinds. There's meat shortages, gasoline.

Look lady. I've got a shortage
of my own to worry about right now.

Now, okay soldier. But I asked you
a question, and I want an answer.

Hey you. Goliath.

(Click)

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(Click)

(Click)

Now here, on this map,

is the village of Trois Anges.
English translation, three angels.

Here it is right here.

As far as we know, Trois Anges is
unoccupied. Kind of a no-man's land.

The artillery noise,

is from 12 corps firing into the
enemy supply area, right here.
Over this way, beyond the hills.

Now then.

Here are Lieut. Hanley,

And platoon Sergeant Sergeant Saunders
who have been detailed to answer any
questions you might have of a tactical nature.

Questions?

How close are the nearest Germans?

Berlin's only a thousand miles
in that direction, Eleanora,
if you care to start hiking.

I capture Berlin, by Eleanora Glory Hunt.

Very funny.

You ought to be with the USO.
You do a much better job entertaining
the troops, than you do writing about them.

Touche, Laurie.

Oh shut up.

How close are the nearest
German soldiers, Lieut.

Well, we haven't had much
contact with them lately.

When was the last contact?

About 10 days ago.

There's a rumor up in army, that the
American troops could advance, but they're
being held back for some political reason.

Would you like to comment on that.

Well, Eleanora, you see, whenever
there's a slowdown, why, some
armchair strategist starts that rumor.

Lieut.

Well, uh.

I'm just a platoon leader ma'am.

I can hardly handle my own rumors
let alone commenting on the army's.

Alright. And what do you think, Saunders.

Could we advance toward that town,
that Trois Anges if we wanted to.
Just an opinion.

I really don't know.

Oh brother. I just arrived
from the United States.

We'd never know.

(Click)

I'll give you a copy of this
for your wartime scrapbooks.

I'll caption it
"Fearless correspondents in the thick of battle".

Alright. I have a
question you can answer.

I'm looking for front line reaction.

Well. I have a more personal question.
When do we get back to where it's warm?

Yes. My malaria's started again.

You're confusing malaria with DT's.

Lieut. I want to meet
your most forward man.

It seems only fitting.
She's our most forward woman.

I'm going to see some men.

Pretty nasty dig.

Well, I hate women who just have
to prove they're better than men.

Come to think of it, who loves them.

Ah, Look out for her, will ya.
I, uh, I know how she can
get get under your skin but

She can do us a lot of good.

This is about one of the best
magazine photographers in the business.

-Sergeant.

Cooperate. But don't let
her out of your sight.

Well. There's a story,
about a month or so ago,

She visited some navy
shipyard up near Seattle

and tried to stow away on a submarine
bound for combat patrol off Japan.

Well, there's no submarines around here, Sir.

Well, you know what I mean. Don't let her..

Don't let her sign a separate
Peace Treaty or anything.

That's a good way to get
your head blown off.

It's my head.

I'm temporarily in charge of
it till I get you back to the Captain.

Then you can do what
you want with it.

Now let's go, and stay low.

Is this your most forward position?

That's right. This is an observation post.

Nelson.

This is Eleanor Hunt.
She's a famous magazine photographer.

I'm a war correspondent.

Private. What's out there?

Trees. Fresh air.

Germans.

I uh, I like to think that
it's just trees and fresh air.

What's the matter with you.

I'm going out there.

-What for, Lady?

The Lady wants to find a
little excitement out there.

Excitement.

In this place.

Sergeant. I came here to cover a war.

Since I've been here, I haven't
heard one single shot fired in anger.

I haven't seen one dead German.

Private Nelson.

What's your home town.

Look out.

Blam.

Well now you've seen one.

It's my job.

I have to have these people safely
back in a rear area by nightfall.

Wonder where she could have gotten to.

She knew she had to leave.

Here's Hanley.

Saunders took her to the
forward area, and then

Bonjour, mes amis. Regarde.

Viva avec les Americains.

Vive avec les Américains.

Les hommes courager de la Resistance.

This car passed us along a logging road.
First thing I knew she was getting aboard.

Best thing I thought was to stick with her.

Well, Captain Smith.

And where do you think these Resistance
children have just come back from.

I don't know.

Trois Anges.

Um huh.

While the American army sits on it's inertia.

These half piece civilians come
back and forth at will. Why?

Well, Miss Hunt.

It's General Hunt, Captain.

Look Eleanora. Maybe the army has
something more important in mind
just now than taking some little village.

Maybe they're spread out too thin here
to spare the men. Maybe it would create a
salient where they could be out-flanked. Or maybe

Why don't you stop trying to run the war.

Why don't you, shave.

Alright then, Miss Hunt.
Please get aboard.

Frere Jacques. Avoir. Est merci. Avoir Lucien.

Bon Voyage.

A bientot.

Well. I could do without her.

Where's your sense of
public relations, Sergeant.

Hey Sarge.
What is it?

The Lieut. is taking out a patrol.
He wants you and Caje. And he says to
pick 2 other guys, and meet at the OP right away.

I'll go if you want.

Well what, what kind of patrol.

Along the road.
The female photographer's disappeared.

-Oh no.

And the public relations officer
is here with orders from the colonel.

Umm uh? Wake up Kirby. Wake up Kirby.

-Kirby.

We figure she's somewhere
here, around Trois Anges.

Trouble is, the enemy could move
in to this area, at any time.

We've gotta find your girlfriend.
My what?

She went off with those French
Resistance boys she met yesterday.

If I hadn't awakened we
still wouldn't know about it.

She left this on my desk for
me to cable for her this morning.

News Magasyn. Armed only with camera.
Escorted by valiant resistance fighters.

Just before dawn, your reporter went
through American lines,becoming first
correspondent to visit village Trois Anges.

I guess she found her submarine, eh.

Or a suitable substitute.

Get a couple of jeeps out of Company.

The ones with the machine guns mounted.
Be ready to leave in 10 minutes.

Yes Sir.

Move out.

Stay here. S'il vous plait.

He is going to find out if it is safe.
If there are any Germans in the village.

Also we find out something
even more important.

If someone perhaps gives us a little breakfast.
I hate to get shot on an empty stomach.

Knock knock
Knock knock knock.

Knock knock.
Knock knock knock.

-Psst.

The Boches . They are in the village.
We 're not going there .

They are no longer here.
Since then, not a German.

Oh.

Quickly. Can you offer a
bite to eat. Is there a small
breakfast room nearby.

I have nothing to offer.

For the Americans?

For Americans?

Yes. American. Eh, mademoiselle.

Les Americans. Celebration.

-Here.

Our saviors. They're here.

The Americans are here.

Les Americans.

Cela-la-brationne.

No. That's not why.

Are you done?

Look.

No no. It is an American tourist.

Hey. Look.

Here comes your boys in arms.

Look. Soldiers.

Oh no. It's not the liberation.
They probably just came after me.

Les Americans.

Celebrations, celebrations.

(church bells start ringing)

Hello. Hello.

Welcome America.

We have long awaited you.

Hello America.

We love you.

We thank you.

No no. It is not time to celebrate.

But no.

Hey, Lieut.

I bet they think we're the Liberation.

Now All, Attention.

Beep Beep Beep Beeeep

Attention.
Beep Beep Beep Beeeep

Beep Beep Beep Beeeep

Beep Beep Beep Beep

Beep Beep Beeep

We're reconnaissance patrol.
Reconnaissance.
Beep Beep Beeep

We're reconnaissance patrol.
Reconnaissance.

Beep Beep Beep Beep

Caje, tell them.
Beep Beep Beep Beep

Caje, tell them.

It is not the liberation.

Arise children of the motherland.
The day of glory has arrived!
ya ya ya

Miss Hunt. You're to go back
with us now. Those are orders.

Did you hear me, Miss Hunt.

You go back with us now.
Those are orders. Get in that jeep.

These people can hardly
wait for the Liberation.

They don't know why the Americans
haven't come before
this and neither do I.

Well now you're here.

Now get this through your head. We couldn't
hold this town even if we wanted to.
We don't have enough men.
Now get in that jeep. We're going back.

Hi ya men.

Royal Canadian Air Force.

Sam McKelnick Fraser.
Shot down near here 2 weeks ago.

(Cheering and clapping)

Here's the one they should clap for.

Madam Claudia Michelin.

But for her, me and a lot of
others would be in some
blasted German prison camp.

(more cheering and clapping)

I am triumphant.
I am happy.

Tonight is welcome. Welcome.

There is a brave one who
has done far more than me.

Monsieur Desjardins, the School Master.

(clapping and praises)

And Monsieur le Doctor Bouvier.

All champions.

Bang

Caje. You gotta make them understand.
This is a patrol. Not the Liberation. Tell 'em.

Listen. You don't understand.

We are just an investigative patrol.

We are not a liberating force.

We are not liberators.
Understand?

Uh.

Ohh. That's war.

Caje.

You tell them if there are any traitors in town
and the Germans come back, we cannot
protect the patriots who revealed themselves.

(Caje explains in French)

Alright Lady. You're under
army orders. Get in that jeep.

Okay okay. I've got my story
and I've got my pictures.

But I'd rather it didn't end
with an American retreat.

Thank you Jacques . You did well.

Canada. There's room in the jeep for ya.

OK.

Madam. I wish you'd come with
us for your own personal safety.

Monsieur. Every family in Trois Anges,
has sent at least one son, or brother,
or sweetheart to la guerre, the war.

There are many of our sons who
who have died for their country.

or our blessed wounded.

There are no traitors here in Trois Anges.

Madam. There's great risk
for you and the others.

Monsieur. It is my work, huh.
To stay here, and help
those who cannot, escape.

They look for us here. I cannot run away.

Monsieur. You have your work. And so do I.

You do not run away from battle when
there is a risk you may die. Nor do I.

The Americans have their orders.

They think that traitors are among us.

If you must leave, go.

What we want, is not to be.

I will stay here.

I stay here, Emma.

Monsieur.

We all stay here.

Many mothers are here.

Merci.

Et bonne chance.

Good Luck.

Alright. Let's get outta here.

Littlejohn. Let's go.

I, uh,

Take it easy now.

Take it easy.

Look. You are leaving.
You are not at Trois Anges.

No comprend. No comprend.

No comprend.
Caje. Give him some water, huh.

Well, Lieut. He says that he and
his friend, the other Resistance guy.

Well, after we left, they drove past
the village. They ran into some
Germans, and his friend got killed.

He thinks the Germans
are heading for the village.

They are heading to Trois Anges.

Sergeant. Round up a couple
men for reconnaissance.

Caje.
That means you and Kirb.
Come on. Let's go.

Lieut. Hanley, 2nd platoon.
Let me speak to the Captain.

Sir, Lieut Hanley.
Permission requested for a recon.

What's happened.

The Germans are in the village.

How many.

There's about 20, 30. They are
coming to village after you leave.

To, uh, catch dis Americans.

American parachutists.

Yes. But they are hiding.

Where are they hiding?

I don't know. Madam Michelin,
She has very many hiding places.

-Let's go.

No, not you. You better stay here.

(German)

There it is.
Kirby. You stay here.
Cover us.

We'll try to get down and get a closer look.

Let's go.

There are no traitors in Trois Anges.

The Nazis are in there alright.

Well. What do we do, Sarge?

Follow orders. Avoid contact.

We pull back to Mazange
as soon as possible.

Hide.

That guy who said that war was hell.

Man. He sure said a mouthful.

Sir. I want permission to go into Trois Anges.

Find those paratroopers and get 'em
out before any of the Underground
people break under interrogation.

But Sir. They may not break.

I want to get them out too, if they're
still alive. They're very special people.

Yes Sir. I have a plan.

Thank you, Sir.

Sergeant. Get a squad. You know who.

A squad.

Yeah. That's all they're
gonna let us take with us.

We're gonna have to get in there.
Raid the place. And
sneak those people out.

-Take the jeeps with
machine guns on 'em.

The uh, path you found.
It crosses the main road,
right outside the village.

-You mean the one right here.

Are you sure it's wide
enough for a jeep?

It's wide enough.

Let's go, Sergeant.

Hey, Lieutenant.
We got company.

What are you doing here?

I saw Jacques, that Frenchman,
and he told me what you were up to.

So I borrowed one
of Captain Smith's jeeps.

Borrowed.

Why Lady, if you were back in the
states, you'd get 10 years for that.

Lieutenant, what you're doing is
an important part of my story.
The most important part.

Miss Hunt. Go back.
You're delaying us.

Lieutenant. Don't worry about me.

I couldn't care less about you.
Except, you're holding us up.

If I could spare a man, I'd send
you back with him, under arrest.

Alright alright.
I'll stay out of your way.
I'll stay right here.

All I ask is that when it's all over,
you let me go into that village.

I'll take you on a
personally conducted tour.

Alright. Let's go.

Not one German?
None that I could see.

Alright.

Kirby. Caje. Nelson. Smith.

Take that jeep. Circle around the rear
of the village. We'll go in from the front.

Let's go.

I wonder.

if he knows something
now the rest of us don't.

Come give me a hand with this man.

I say nothing. I did not talk.
I say nothing. I did not talk.

Old man just died.

He said he didn't talk.

I got a great picture for you.
Come on. Come on.

Most of the Nazis pulled
out before we got here.

They left behind some of
their best interrogators.

And a few mementos.

He's one of the lucky ones.

He'll probably survive.

(Church bell begins)

Those are people in there.
Bong

Those are people in there.

Not words on a page.
Pictures in a magazine.

And not part of a story.

A part of humanity.

But you wouldn't know that, would you.

Bong

What happened to the paratroopers.

Bong

Nobody broke.

They were hidden in a root cellar.

The old French Lady's house.
You know, the one
that made the speech.

Madam Michelin.
What happened to her?

Bong

Bong

Bong

Bong

Bong

Bong

Bong

(Click).

Bong
(Click).

Bong

What are you anyway?

(Click).

I've told you already
Sergeant. This is my job.

Bong
I've told you already
Sergeant. This is my job.

Bong

(Click).

Bong

(Click).

Alright. Take ten.

Come on you guys.
I got some mail here.

Hey. Ha ha.

One of you guys.
Get the mail.

Hey uh, Kirby. Littlejohn.

Hey uh. Whats this Mcquire here.

Sergeant Saunders.
Here's a big one for you. Yeah.

Dear Sergeant Saunders.
Please read this story.

You had a lot to do with it.

What happened at Trois Anges
will never be found in history
books. It isn't big enough for that.

But as long as courage is virtuous,
and love of man precious

It's story will deserve the telling.

His body, a living diary, bearing indelible
entries to the end of his days.

At Trois Anges, I fought, I suffered.

I nearly died.

Recent antagonists,

But death with one final charitable gesture.

has wiped away all trace of enmity.

The courageous and the quick.

Dead,

And the compassionate.

From those who will never forget.

The Tribute of Tears.

Now I know.

They're not part of the story.

They're part of Humanity.

But you wouldn't know
that, would you.

Now, I know.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Subtitles by
Jack T.