All language subtitles for Band Of Brothers Part 7 The Breaking Point (1080p x265 Joy)

I've seen death. I've seen my friends,
my men, being killed.

And this is-- It doesn't take
too many days of that...

...and you change dramatically.

We was hungry. We had no food,
didn't have much ammunition. It was cold.

We didn't have any clothes.
You couldn't build a fire.

If you built a fire,
some crazy thing would shoot at you.

Everywhere you would look,
you would see dead people, you know.

A dead soldier there, here.
Ours, theirs.

Then civilians, besides...
Dead animals.

So death was all over.

You don't have a chance,
when your friends go down...

...to really take care of them
as you might.

And especially if you're under attack,
moving or whatever, and...

I withstood it well...

...but I had a lot of trouble
in later life...

...because those events
would come back...

...and you never forget them.

LIPTON:
After holding the line at Bastogne...

...Easy Company was once again
called on...

...to help push the Germans
back through the Bulge.

We were here this morning,
and then we came this way.

COMPTON: All right, so right here's gotta
be the logging road coming into here.

- So you go right there.
- Hey! Take it easy!

- Stop crying or I'll nail it to your head.
- It's made of wood.

- Guamere, move them out. Let's go.
- Yes, sir. 2nd Platoon, let's go.

LIPTON: I was glad to be out of my foxhole
and moving again, even if only to get warm.

TROOPER 1:
Spread out. Keep your interval.

LIPTON:
E Company was sent to clear...

...the Bois Jacques,
the woods near the town of Foy...

...in preparation for what we all knew
would be the eventual assault on Foy itself.

TROOPER 2:
I see it, Buck.

COMPTON:
Watch for mines.

LIPTON: During that 1000-yard attack
through the woods...

...we encountered sporadic German
machine-gun fire...

...and had a couple of casualties,
but for the most part met little resistance.

HOOBLER:
Nelson! Look. Nelson!

Hoobler's run-in with
the German officer on horseback...

...was the most dramatic moment
of the day.

Halt!

Halt!

[GUNSHOTS]

Oh, shit.

Thank you.

Hoobler had been talking
about getting a Luger since Normandy.

As we dug in, he went
from foxhole to foxhole...

...telling everyone
just how he'd finally got one.

Down he goes right out of the saddle
like a sack of potatoes.

Outstanding accuracy on my part,
if I do say so myself.

- Which you do.
- Which I do.

Hell, Shifty, I think maybe I could've even
given you a run for your money, right?

No, I'm not a good shot.
Now, Dad, he was an excellent shot.

I declare. He'd shoot the wings off a fly.

Hey, Lipton. That German,
what do you think he was doing?

Probably a little recon. He must have
figured nobody'd hear a horse.

I think he was just trying
to get the hell out of Dodge.

- What happened to the horse?
- I don't know.

Probably still running.
Hope he's okay.

- You dug in?
- Yeah, yeah.

Just thought I'd take a walk.
Shoot the shit.

You're a good shot.
Glad you're on our side.

Thanks, Lip.

- Hey, Lip?
- Yeah.

- Thanks for the help.
- You got it, Shifty.

- Hey, Lip? You got a sec?
- Yes, sir.

Give him a hand.

- Where's Dike?
- He's around.

- Could you be more specific, sergeant?
- Not really, sir.

I haven't seen him all day.
I didn't see him when we were coming...

...through the woods, and I have
to figure out how we ended up.

- Two wounded.
- Who?

- Brown and Stevenson.
- Goddamn it. Where's Dike?

Where the hell is he?
Where does he ever go?

POWERS: I don't know, but I wish
he'd stay the hell there.

It'd be nice if he took Lt. Shames
with him too.

- Shut up, boys.
MALARKEY: Shutting up, sarge.

[GUNSHOT]

TROOPER 3:
Hey! What the hell was that?

- Patrol?
LIPTON: No, we would've heard.

- One man, maybe a sniper.
- That was no rifle.

- What do you see, Shift?
- Nobody out there.

- Are you sure?
- Uh-huh.

- It's Hoob. He's shot!
- Sniper?

- No, no, he, he shot himself.
- Medic!

COMPTON: What happened?
PERCONTE: Doc.

HOOBLER:
It's my fucking leg.

LIPTON: You'll be all right.
COMPTON: He did What? What?

- It just went off.
COMPTON: What happened?

What are you doing with
a loaded gun in your pants?

HOOBLER: Shit, fuck, I wasn't
touching it or nothing.

Damn it! Goddamn it!

HOOBLER: I wasn't touching it.
PERCONTE: Medic!

- Where are you hit, Hoob?
- In my leg.

HASHEY:
Take it easy, buddy.

COMPTON: Now, don't look, Hoob.
It's gonna be fine. Don't worry about it.

- Hurts like a son of a bitch.
COMPTON: It's gonna be okay.

- Doc!
- Don't worry about it, Hoob.

- You'll be all right. You hear me?
LIPTON: Warm him up!

Keep him warm.

COMPTON: How's it looking, doc?
ROE: Let me see it.

LIPTON: Can we get him some blankets
or something?

LIPTON: Keep talking to him.
HASHEY: Listen to me, it's okay.

Think it was a German leg?

- It's not that bad.
- You're gonna be fine.

Hold on. Put this across him.

LIPTON: Wrap him up. Wrap him up.
COMPTON: Here you go. Here you go.

- Lip, you said I was a great shot?
- You are. You're a great shot.

COMPTON: You jump out of planes.
You're tough, man.

- It's not that bad.
LIPTON: Stay with us, Hoob.

HASHEY: Take it easy. It's all right.
LIPTON: Doc, what are we gonna do?

COMPTON: How we doing, doc?
HASHEY: Hey, you're gonna be fine.

I can't see a thing.
We gotta get back to an aid station.

LIPTON: Let's get ready to move him.
HASHEY: Take it easy. Take it easy.

LIPTON:
Stay there, Hoob.

Doc. Doc!

Perc, I'll need a jeep.

LIPTON: He was wearing so many clothes
we couldn't tell how bad he was bleeding.

By the time we got him
to the aid station...

...he was already dead. The bullet
cut the main artery in his leg, sir.

Aw, hell, Lip. It wouldn't
have made a difference if you had known.

Cut that main artery
in the leg, that's it.

Yes, sir. I'm gonna go back and make
sure the boys are all dug in, sir.

- Lip? Where's Dike?
- You want to see him, sir?

No, I just would have expected
to get this kind of news from him.

Well, I was there, sir.
Figured it might as well be me.

LIPTON: Where's Dike? I probably heard
that question a thousand times...

...and I probably asked it
a few times myself.

There were long stretches where we
didn't know where Lieutenant Dike was.

He'd disappear, go off on these walks
for hours at a time.

It wouldn't have been so bad if he was
just one of the guys in the company...

...but Lt. Dike was supposed to be
leading the company.

Captain Winters was a CO
we could all respect.

Moose Heyliger probably would have done
a good job...

...but before we got a chance
to find out...

...he was accidentally shot
by a sentry.

Then came Norman Dike.

I want tight security around the
company CP, Lt. Shames. That understood?

LIPTON: Dike wasn't a bad leader
because he made bad decisions...

...he was a bad leader
because he made no decisions.

Battalion 83 is planning a move...

...so I will probably
be called away regularly.

Are there any questions?

Yeah. What's the formation
you're wanting us to go for?

At present, as per usual, but I'll clarify that
with you at a later time, Lt. Compton.

Yes, sir.

I gotta make a call.

- Let's move it out.
- Right.

LIPTON: Dike was a favorite
of somebody at Division.

He'd been sent down to E Company
to get some combat experience.

Sometimes we got the feeling E Company
was an annoyance to him.

Something unpleasant
he had to get through...

...before he could continue his march
up the ladder.

GUARNERE: I'm telling you boys,
we 're screwed.

If you ask me,
I'm glad Dike's never around.

You know what? We're doing all right,
even with Foxhole Norman.

Yeah, Don, we're doing all right. We're doing
all right now. In case you ain't noticed...

...there's a little town
down the hill over there, right?

In that town are these guys.
And these guys are called Germans.

- These Germans got tanks.
- I know.

Yeah. And our side's gonna want
to go into that town.

Wanna take one guess at who they're gonna
want to go knocking on the goddamn door?

I know, all right? It's me you're
talking to here.

Jesus Christ.
We gotta do all this with a CO...

...who's got his head so far
up his fucking ass...

...that lump in his throat
is his goddamn nose.

- Hey, first sergeant.
LIPTON: Hey, boys.

- Hey, Lip.
- Hey, Muck, what's the word?

Oh, you know. Sitting around freezing
our ass off, singing Dike's praises.

Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Dike.

Well, I'll tell you...

...I wouldn't want to be
a replacement officer coming in here.

Get thrown in with a group of guys who've
known each other for what, two years?

You've been in combat together
since Normandy.

He's supposed to just show up
and lead them? How does a guy do that?

How could anyone really hope
to gain the respect of the toughest...

...most professional, most dedicated
sons of bitches in the entire ETC)?

Huh? If you ask me, a guy'd have
to march off to Berlin...

...and come back
with Hitler's mustache or something.

Anyway, listen. You guys don't worry
about Dike. All right?

Yeah.

We all do our jobs,
everything'll be fine.

MALARKEY: See you, sarge.
- Yeah, boy.

LIPTON:
I don't know if I believed any of that...

...but as company first sergeant,
it was my job.

Not to protect Dike, but to protect
the integrity of the company.

WINTERS: You know what Dike's
problem is, don't you?

He's just another one of those arrogant,
rich jerks from Yale.

Oh, God, not another one of those.

Division's not gonna let me replace him
just because I got a bad feeling about him.

Even if they would,
who'd I put in his place?

Shames'?

Do not ever talk when I'm talking!
You got that?

WINTERS: Shames has seen too many war
movies. Thinks he has to yell all the time.

Both you little crapheads did not listen to
a word I said during that briefing, did you?

Or Peacock?

WINTERS:
God bless him, no one tries harder...

...but he's not cut out
to take men into combat.

I'm sure as hell not gonna
make him Company CO...

...when I don't even
want him as a platoon leader.

- What about Compton?
- He's the only real choice.

WINTERS: Buck's a real combat leader,
but you know...

...I want Easy Company to have
at least one experienced platoon leader.

Not that it matters anyway,
because I can't get rid of Dike.

We all know who you'd like
to have running Easy.

Trouble is,
it's not your job anymore, Dick.

You've gotta find somebody.

LIPTON: We all agreed Buck Compton
would've been the best choice...

...to run Easy if Winters
had been able to get rid of Dike.

But to be honest, Buck wasn't
the same soldier he'd been...

...before he got shot in Holland.

He was more serious somehow.

COMPTON:
He had a goddamn Luger in his pants.

GUARNERE:
Jesus.

COMPTON:
Dear God.

Don't you two do something
stupid like that, all right?

- We'll try not to, Buck.
- I mean it.

And you, Wild Bill.

I've invested too much goddamn time
shaping you into something useful.

You do something crazy, get yourself
knocked out of this thing--

I know, you'll kill me.

Even if you're dead,
I'll still kill you.

I'll see you later.
I'm gonna check on the other guys.

- Crazy Joe McCloskey.
- What?

This guy used to hang out the front
of Delancey's and just stare at people.

I know who Crazy Joe McCloskey is.
What the hell's that got to do with anything?

Buck kind of reminds me of him now.

- What? Wait, wait, wait.
- Ever since he got shot in Holland.

Wait. What are you saying, he's nuts?

Because Crazy Joe McCloskey
was fucking nuts.

That's why they called him Crazy Joe.

No, I'm not saying he's nuts.
I'm just saying...

What? What are you saying?

- Forget it.
- What?

Forget it.
Come on, you've seen him, Bill.

- He's all wound up like a spring.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's fine.

It wasn't getting shot that got him,
it was being in that hospital.

- I've been there, okay? It ain't pretty.
- Yeah.

Besides, you saw, once he was up and
moving around, he was his old self again.

I'm telling you, Buck Compton's fine.

- I'm serious.
PENKALA: Sure. Nothing stupid.

- We got it, right?
- We got it.

All right. George?

Nothing stupid, Buck.

Yeah.

Don't do anything stupid?
Who the hell is he talking to?

Bunch of morons who volunteered to jump
out of a perfectly good airplane.

Can you get any more stupid than that?

- Probably not.
- Right.

- I swum across the Niagara once.
- Yeah.

- I swear. On a bet.
- What, in a barrel?

No. I didn't go over the falls.
I swam across the river.

- I don't know.
- Ten miles up from the falls.

- That current is damn strong.
- Yeah.

Must have carried me at least two miles
downstream before I got across...

...but I got across.

Now, personally, I didn't think
it was all that stupid...

...but my mom, my sister Ruth,
they gave me all kinds of hell.

- Yeah, I bet, Muck.
- So did Faye.

- Sweet Faye Tanner.
- Shut it, George.

They had a point. You're an idiot.

I heard about Hoobler. Shame.

Yes, sir. It is.

- Is that the Luger?
- Yes, it is.

- What are you gonna do with it?
- I don't know yet.

- Where you from? Where'd you grow up?
- Huntington, West Virginia.

- Huntington?
- Yes, sir.

I don't know it.

What kind of work did you do there?

My brother and I helped my mom
run a boarding house.

And your father?

He was killed when I was 10, sir.
Automobile accident.

That's sad.

What made you decide
to join the paratroopers?

I read an article about paratroopers
in LIFE magazine.

Talked about the training,
how hard it was.

It said if you wanted to make it as
a paratrooper, you had to be the best.

And I wanted to fight
with the best, sir.

You miss it?

- Miss what?
- Huntington.

Honestly, sir, I try not to think
about it that much.

Where are you from, s--?

- Captain Nixon, sir? Captain Nixon?
- What?

Good morning, sir. Sorry to disturb you.
This came from Division.

All right.

NIXON: Morning.
WINTERS: Eviction notice?

Not quite. But I think I got something that”
help you with your leadership problem.

- Dike's being transferred?
- No, I can't help you with that.

But Division has decided to pluck
one officer from each regiment...

...that served in the heroic defense
of Bastogne...

...send him back
to the States on a 30-day furlough...

...get him out banging the drum for
the war bond drive, that kind of thing.

Turns out I've been plucked.

- That's fantastic, Lew. Good for you.
- Thank you.

- How in the world does your leaving help me?
- It doesn't, I'm not going.

I've already seen the States. I grew up
there. That's why I came to Europe.

Just wish they'd told me
there was a war on.

Anyway, the point is,
this thing's wasted on me.

But I'm sure we could find an officer
somewhere in this battalion...

...who could use a long trip home.

Congratulations, Lt. Peacock, I can't
think of anybody who deserves this more.

Thanks.

Really glad that you're going home.

CHRISTENSON: Best news
I've heard in weeks.

Hell of a guy.

Thanks, guys.
It really means a lot, you know?

RANDLEMAN: Get out of here.
Three cheers for Lt. Peacock.

TROOPERS: Hip, hip, hooray. Hip, hip,
hooray. Hip, hip, hooray.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

SINK: If they come by here,
y'all remember to smile for the camera.

Got to keep morale up
for folks back home.

- Why?
- Damned if I know.

All right, Nix.
What do they got waiting for us in Foy?

At least one company from the 10th
Panzer Grenadiers dig in along here.

They've also got at least one 88, although
we haven't been able to spot it yet.

- How about armor?
- As of last night, three Tigers.

- Would you excuse me a moment, sir?
- Yeah.

TOYE: How do I feel
about being rescued by Patton?

Well, I'd feel pretty peachy about it
if it wasn't for one thing.

We didn't need to be fucking rescued
by Patton. You got that?

Excuse us for a moment.

Sorry, sir.

Sorry about what? Patton?
I couldn't agree more.

- What are you doing here?
- I want to head back to the line, sir.

You don't have to do that.
Get back to the aid station. Heal up.

I'd really like to head back
with the fellas, sir.

- All right, then go.
- Thank you, sir.

LIPTON: Joe Toye had been at
the aid station for three days...

...and everybody was glad
to have him back. Especially Bill Guamere.

- Hey, Joe.
- Hey, Bill.

- Good to see you, pal.
- You too.

- What the hell you doing back here?
- Making sure you're on top of things.

I'm on top of things. Tied me own boots
once last week. All by meself.

- Hey, fellas. Look who I found.
MUCK: Hey! Joe Toye, back for more.

How are you, Joe?

- Good. Escaped from the aid station.
- Where'd you get hit?

- What's that?
- It's Webb. Replacement.

Really? Thought it was some guy
I've known for years and I forgot his face.

Joe got hit in the arm.
New Year's Eve gift from the Luftwaffe.

- Lot of you guys been injured?
- It's called wounded, peanut.

Injured is when you fall out
of a tree.

Don't worry.
There's enough crap flying around here...

...you're bound to get dinged sometime.

Almost every single one of these guys
have been hit at least once.

Except Alley. He's a two-timer.
He landed on broken glass in Normandy...

...and got peppered
by a potato masher in Holland.

Bull got a piece
of exploding tank in Holland.

And George Luz here has never been hit.
You're one lucky bastard.

- Takes one to know one.
- Consider us blessed.

Liebgott, that skinny little guy, got pinked
in the neck in Holland.

Right next to him, the other skinny
little guy, that's Popeye.

He got shot in his scrawny
little butt in Normandy.

MUCK: Buck got shot in his rather
large butt in Holland.

Yeah, kind of an Easy Company tradition,
getting shot in the ass.

Even 1st Sgt. Lipton, he got a couple pieces
of tank shell burst at Carentan.

One chunk in the face.
Another chunk almost took out his nuts.

- How are those nuts, sarge?
- Doing fine, Bill. Nice of you to ask.

LIPTON: On the afternoon of January 3rd,
most of E Company...

...headed back to our old position
in the woods overlooking Foy.

A few men remained
in the Bois Jacques...

...attached to D Company
to hold the main line of resistance.

Good luck, ladies.

Been nice knowing you.

- Wouldn't drink too much if I were you.
- Be careful if he offers you a cigarette.

What are they talking about?
If who offers us a cigarette?

- Speirs.
- Who?

Lieutenant Speirs.

LIPTON: Lieutenant Ronald Speirs was
one of the platoon leaders in D Company.

He was already a legend.

CH RISTENSON: The stories about Speirs
are probably all bullshit anyway.

What stories?

What stories?

Supposedly Speirs shot one
of his men for being drunk.

You're kidding! That's unbelievable.

Yeah. There's another one about him
giving cigarettes to 20 German POWs...

-...before killing them.
- He shot 20 POWs?

Well, actually, I heard it was
more like 30.

SPEIRS: Christensen.
- Lieutenant Speirs.

- I got the name right, didn't I? Christensen.
- Yes, sir.

- What are you men doing out here?
- We're watching the line, sir.

Keep up the good work.

While you're at it, you might want
to reinforce your cover.

Well, actually, sir,
Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother.

- That we're only gonna be here one day.
- Lieutenant Dike said that?

Then forget what I said.

Carry on.

Anyone care for a smoke?

You?

LIPTON: Late in the afternoon
on January 3rd...

...we returned to our old position
in the woods overlooking Foy.

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

Someone's gonna die.
Someone's gonna fucking die.

Look at this shit! Those 1st Battalion
fuckers took a dump in my foxhole.

Think they shit
in everyone's foxhole, Joe.

I don't think they wanted
to spend much time aboveground.

LIPTON:
While we were in the Bois Jacques...

...the Germans
had been shelling our old position.

There were signs of tree bursts
everywhere. That got our attention.

TROOPER 1: Light and noise discipline.
We're getting close.

LIPTON: Looking across the field at Foy,
I could see enemy troops.

I still couldn't see their artillery,
but I knew it was down there.

Look like the Krauts have been pounding
this area with pretty big stuff, 883.

I'd say they got
this whole stretch of the line targeted.

Well, they're not shelling now.
Maybe they've got a new target.

- No, they're just waiting.
- For what?

For us to reoccupy the position.

Maybe we should fall back
to a different location.

No, it's our job to hold the line here.

We got pretty good foxholes.
We just need to fortify the covers.

- If they've got us targeted, maybe--
- We hold the line here. Lipton's right.

We're gonna strengthen our covers
and hang in.

We're not gonna fall back.
Right, lieutenant?

Hm?

- Right, lieutenant?
- Fine. You all take care of it.

I gotta go talk to Regiment.

- We better get moving.
- Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Thanks, Lip.

- You got it. I'll get you more branches.
- I appreciate that.

[CANON FIRE]

Incoming! Take cover!

Take cover!

TROOPER 2:
They're 883.

LIPTON:
Come on, find some cover!

TROOPER 3:
They've got us zeroed!

Find some cover. Find a foxhole.
Come on, take cover!

TROOPER 3: Get in the holes.
LIPTON: Take cover!

Come on, find some cover!

Take cover!

Shit.

Come on, find some cover.
Find some cover!

LIPTON: For some reason, at that moment
in that half-finished foxhole...

...all I could think about was
the Fourth of July when I was a kid.

I loved to make my own firecrackers,
cherry bombs, ladyfingers.

I loved to blow up dirt clods
and pop bottles and the like.

Looked forward to it all year long.

What I saw that day was
the most awesome and terrifying...

...display of firepower I'd ever seen
in my life.

Of course, I wouldn't have been laughing
if I'd known what happened to Joe Toye.

[GASPS FOR BREATH]

[DISTANT RUMBLING]

- Maybe we should see if anybody's hit.
- That's what they want.

Krauts will try to draw us
out in the open.

Stay in your foxholes.
Stay in your foxholes!

You okay? Can you walk? Find a foxhole.

TOYE:
I gotta get up.

I gotta get up.

I gotta get up.

I need my helmet.

TOYE: I need help!
- You hear that?

TOYE: I need help!
- Is that Joe?

Yeah, I think that's Joe.

Stay.

- Stay down! Stay down!
- Stay down! Stay in your foxholes!

- Stay in your foxholes!
- Help!

- Help! Anyone there?
- Jesus.

I gotta get up. I gotta get up.

Shit. Come on, Joe. Come on, buddy.
Come on. Come on, pal.

You said you'd get
back to the States before me.

You ain't going anywhere.
You're okay.

- I gotta get my helmet!
- Forget it, Joe.

- Anyone there? Help!
- Hang on.

- Who's that?
BABE: Heff! Babe!

LIPTON: Hang on.
BABE: Come on, get me out of here!

I gotta get to the hole!

- I got you. Come on, Joe, I got you.
- I gotta get to the hole!

Come on, Joe.

LIPTON:
Hang on.

- You okay?
BABE: Yeah.

Come on. Come on!

Oh, Jeez. Think I overdid it on
the cover for my foxhole?

- Incoming!
LIPTON: Incoming!

Take cover!

Come on! Come on! Hurry up!

Guarno! You're gonna get bombed!
Come on! Come on!

Move it, Bill! Move it.

- Come on, Joe.
- Hold on, I'll be there! I'll help!

No!

TROOPER 4:
Medic!

LIPTON: During the second barrage,
I wasn't laughing anymore.

Lip!

Are you okay?

Stay down!

- You stay down!
-1st Sgt. Lipton?

You get things organized here.
I'm gonna go for help.

What the fuck?

- Lip, where the fuck is he going?
- I don't know.

Get Battalion on the line,
tell them to notify BAS.

Battalion's up, Lip.

[WHIMPERS]

Medic!

Stay ready! Those stupid sons-of-bitches
might be trying to come through.

- You okay, One Lung?
- Sergeant!

How you doing, Popeye?

Hundred percent ready
to kill Germans, Lip!

[TOYE GROANING]

- Doc, what can I do?
- Hold this.

- You got a smoke?
- Yeah.

Jesus. What's a guy gotta do
to get killed around here?

- Bill, you go first.
- Whatever you say, doc.

Over here. Take this man.

- Hey, they got old Guamere this time.
MAN: We got you, soldier.

[GUARNERE YELLING]

Just lie back.

Hey, Joe, I told you I'd beat you
back to the States.

Hey, Lip.

How's Buck?

- Luz, how's Buck?
- He's fine.

- You sure?
- Yes, he's fine.

I think you should
probably go talk to him.

All right.

LIPTON: Some say Buck changed after
he was shot in Holland. Maybe.

But I know something happened to him when
he saw Toye and Guamere on the ground.

The report said Compton
was being taken off the line...

...because of a bad case
of bad trench foot.

Didn't say anything about
him losing his friends.

Buck was a great combat leader.

He was wounded in Normandy
and again in Holland.

He received the Silver Star for his part in
taking out those German guns on D-Day.

He took everything the Krauts
could throw at him, time and again.

Lieutenant Compton?

"UCLA did not make the Rose Bowl this
winter, probably because you weren't there.

I'm sure you're teaching your young
soldiers the joy you have of the sport.

How we all know what an exciting young
man you are, how your heart and love--"

I guess he just couldn't take seeing
his friends Toye and Guamere all torn up.

No one ever thought any
less of him for it.

LIPTON:
Hey, Bull.

With Buck off the line, there was
no longer any possible alternative to Dike.

At least none we could see.

Thanks.

Hey, Muck.

- Muck. I'm looking for Lt. Dike.
- Yes, sergeant.

We were stuck with Dike.
And he was off taking a walk.

WINTERS:
Lightning Six, Kidnap.

Yes, sir.
We've cleared all the green area between...

LIPTON: We'd cleared the woods
east of Foy.

So a few days later, E Company and the rest
of the 506 cleared the woods west of Foy.

There was little resistance.

- We have KIA.
- Thirteen.

LUZ: You fellas know I got no reason
to bullshit you, right?

Look, this is what I saw.

It was so unbelievable
you might not believe me.

You-know-who comes running up to Lipton.
He's got no helmet, no gear, nothing.

"1st Sgt. Lipton, you organize
things here, and I'm gonna go for help."

"I need to polish my oak leaf clusters."

LIPTON: Hey, Luz.
MUCK: Complete asshole.

- That's really good.
- Fellas.

- Good night, all.
- See you, Luz.

What can I do for you, Sarge?

Two things.
First, great impression of Dike.

- Think so? I thought it was a little off.
- You got it pretty good.

Second, don't do it anymore, especially
the part about what he said to me.

- It doesn't do anybody any good, okay?
- Okay. I got you.

All right.

Wiseass.

TROOPER 1:
Incoming!

Luz! Luz! Come on! Luz! Hurry!

Move! Luz!

Stay down! Stay down! Come on!
Get in here! Luz, come on!

Luz! Come on, Luz! Come on!

Come on! Luz!

- Muck and Penkala!
- What?

Muck and Penkala got hit!

Medic!

Medic!

- Hashey!
- Shit, it's my shoulder.

Come on! Get up! Move!

TROOPER 2:
Stay down! Incoming!

- I thought you didn't smoke.
- I don't.

LIPTON: The shell that hit the foxhole
Luz and I were in was a dud.

The one that hit Muck and Penkala's
foxhole wasn't. That's the way it was.

Muck and Penkala were good men.

Their death hit Malarkey the hardest.

Malarkey's best friends in the company
had been Compton, Muck and Penkala.

In less than a week,
he'd seen two of them die.

- What's the word?
- The men on the line are okay.

Food has been resupplied.

Okay. We'll hunker down.
We might get relief soon.

Okay? All right.

LIPTON: Later that day, we were
back in our old position overlooking Foy.

We were all worried about Malarkey.

Hey, Malark?

Didn't I hear you say you wanted to
bring a Luger home to your kid brother?

Yeah.

Well, why don't you give him that?

- It's Hoob's, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I was gonna
get rid of it, but I...

I don't know.

Captain Winters was wondering if
you wanted to go back to Battalion...

...and work as his runner
for a few days.

Tell him thanks.
I'm gonna stay here.

Why don't you at least come back for
an hour or so, say goodbye to Buck?

I'm sure it'll mean a lot to him.

All right.

You be careful with that.

LIPTON: Getting even 50 yards
back from the line for an hour...

...could make a big difference
in a soldier's state of mind.

The morning after the shelling
that killed Muck and Penkala...

...I saw a soldier try to dig
a foxhole with his bare hands.

Private.

He didn't notice that he had
torn off all his fingernails.

Private. Hey.

I got him out of there quickly.
Not for his sake, but for ours.

Fear is poison in combat. Something we all
felt but you just didn't show it. You can't.

It's destructive, and it's contagious.

Told you I'd get you started.

Buck was never the same after
seeing Toye and Guamere get hit that day.

I guess he just needed
some time away from it all.

The January 3rd barrages and
January 9th shelling...

...marked the low point in the war
for many of the men in E Company.

Even then, very few actually broke.

But I knew the terror of those shellings
and the unrelenting pressure...

...we'd been under since we got to
Bastogne could take their toll in other ways.

I was afraid the men would lose focus,
suffer a drop in morale.

And that was dangerous,
especially in combat.

More of which lay in store for us.

We'd cleared the woods
east and west of Foy.

Now it was time for the inevitable assault
on Foy itself. Frankly, I was dreading it.

I always knew the E Company men
who trained at Toccoa...

...wouldn't get through
the war unscathed.

But now I was beginning to wonder if
any of us would make it through at all.

E Company would lead the attacks.
The problem was, at least in my estimation...

...E Company still did not
have a leader.

[YELLING IN GERMAN]

The night before the attack,
I did something as 1st sergeant...

...I would never have imagined
myself doing.

WINTERS:
Lip!

- Didn't figure you for a smoking man.
- Neither did I.

WINTERS: D Company, Lieutenant Speirs,
patrol order.

So?

LIPTON: We've been watching Foy
all day, sir. Not much activity.

- Want a coffee?
- No, thank you, sir.

- How's Easy's status?
- The men are good, sir. They're prepared.

I lead 2nd Platoon tomorrow.

They're the weakest after losing Toye
and Guarnere and Muck and Penkala.

But all in all,
I have every confidence in the men, sir.

Good.

But on the other hand,
I have no confidence in our CO, sir.

Lieutenant Dike is
an empty uniform, captain.

He's just...
He's not there, sir.

Well, he's gonna be there tomorrow.

Yes, sir.
I understand he'll be there physically.

But tomorrow's gonna be the real deal.
He's gonna have to lead those men.

He's gonna have
to make decisions, sir, and...

...I gotta tell you, sir, I think he's gonna get
a lot of Easy Company men killed.

- Thank you, sergeant. That'll be all.
- Yes, sir.

LIPTON: I said what I had to say.
There was nothing Winters could do.

Couldn't very well remove a company CO,
especially a well-connected one...

...because of the misgivings
of a first sergeant.

WINTERS: You got about an eighth of a mile
of open field to cross...

...before you get
down here into Foy.

There's very little cover,
so you gotta move quickly.

I set up two sections of live machine guns
on either end here.

They'll give you covering fire.

3rd Battalion will come from the east led by
I Company. That's to cause distraction.

D Company will be in reserve,
but you shouldn't need them.

The point is,
you gotta move in there fast.

Get in there before they can bring their
mortars and artillery down on you.

- Clear?
- Clear.

I'm relying on you. Get it done.

TROOPER 1: Covering fire!
- Let's go. Keep it moving.

TROOPER 2:
Suppressing fire!

TROOPER 3: Go, go, go!
- Keep moving!

[MAN YELLS IN GERMAN]

Let's go! Let's go!

TROOPER 2:
Suppressing fire!

[MAN YELLS IN GERMAN]

Keep them tight, Shames!

- Keep moving!
TROOPER 1: Keep moving!

TROOPER 4:
Krauts in the open!

TROOPER 3:
Keep moving! Keep moving!

Three inside!

Wait a minute. Where's Foley?

- Randleman!
TROOPER 5: Coming through! Run!

Liebgott!

Where the hell is 1st Platoon?

- Hold up!
- Keep moving!

Easy Company! Hold up!

-2nd Platoon! Hold up! Hold up!
- Will you move?

- Get me Foley on the radio.
- Get out of there! Move!

- Sir, I think we should take cover.
- Find some cover! Find some cover!

What?

LUZ: Easy Red, Easy--
PERCONTE: Six, over.

Six, Easy Red. Go ahead.

Easy Red,
stand by for the Six.

Foley, you get back here where
I can see you, goddamn it!

1st Platoon, hold up! Hold up!
Take cover! Martin!

FOLEY: Come with me!
MARTIN: With you, sir.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Fall back! Fall back!

Take cover!

- Goddamn it.
- Go forward!

- Herron, on me.
TROOPER 6: Move back.

LIPTON:
Stay on my ass.

- Hold fast, 2nd Platoon!
TROOPER 6: Follow Lipton! Take cover!

What are we doing?
Why are we stopped?

Fall back! Fall back!

Roger, Kidnap. Stand by for Six.

- Lieutenant, what's the plan?
- I don't know!

Get Dike on that radio now!

- What's the plan?
- Captain Winters, sir.

- Give us a plan!
- Okay. Foley, take your men--

Take your men on a flanking mission
around the village and attack from the rear.

We cannot stay here!

Want 1st Platoon to go around and
attack the village by itself?

- We'll provide suppressing fire.
- We'll be alone out there.

We will provide suppressing fire!

Get going forward!

You need to talk
to Captain Winters, sir.

Sir! Okay, here it is.

We go on a flanking run around the back
of the village and we attack from the rear.

Ramirez, two guys. Take them. Go.
Find cover behind this table.

Go! Go!

- Shit!
- Jesus Christ.

MARTIN:
Webb, move up! Find cover!

Suppressing fire now!

RAMIREZ:
Perconte! I got you!

Give me some cover.

- How you doing, Perconte?
- They shot me in my ass!

- Stay down.
- We lost five men. Can you locate?

- The building with the caved-in roof!
- The building with the caved-in roof!

Sir, we are sitting ducks here.
We have to keep moving!

- You've got to keep moving!
SINK: Dick! Captain Winters!

You do not go out there! You're the
battalion commander. Get back here!

- I understand your attachment to Easy-
- Speirs! Get yourself over here!

Go relieve Dike
and take that attack on in.

DIKE: Go, soldier!
MARTIN: Fall back. You're exposed!

TROOPER 1: Fall back! Fall back!
- Come on, Webb! Let's go, kid!

Hang on, Perco.

[MAN YELLS IN GERMAN]

TROOPER 2: What are we doing?
TROOPER 3: Let's go!

- I'm taking over. 1st Sgt. Lipton!
LIPTON: Here!

- What do we got?
- Most of the company is spread out here.

1st Platoon tried an end-around,
but they're stretched out.

They're pinned by a sniper. I believe he's
in that building with the caved-on roof.

I want mortars and grenade launchers
on that building till it's gone.

When it's gone, I want 1st to go straight in.
Forget going around.

- Everybody else, follow me.
LUZ: Thank God!

- Move it!
-3rd Platoon, let's go! Go!

You heard the word.
2nd Platoon on the CO!

- Sergeant Alley!
- Got it, sarge!

Okay, 1st Platoon!
Move out! Move out!

- On your feet, 2nd Platoon!
LIPTON: Move out!

Get on your goddamn feet!
Move it! Come on!

TROOPER 3: Come on, let's get the
bastards! Right flank!

[YELLS IN GERMAN]

- Come on, move out!
TROOPER 4: Fire!

[YELLS IN GERMAN]

TROOPER 3:
Take cover!

[YELLS IN GERMAN]

TROOPER 2: Go, go, 90!
- Come on! Come on!

SPEIRS:
Radio, get over here.

TROOPER 1:
Take cover!

Sir.

SPEIRS:
Lipton.

Streetfight, Item. Easy Six. Over.

SPEIRS: What do you see, Lipton?
LIPTON: Armor and infantry. A lot of infantry.

I Company's supposed to be
on the other side of the town.

- Do you see any sign of them?
- No.

- Radio, anything?
- No.

Sir, I think they're gonna pull back. If we
don't connect with I, they'll slip away.

- That's right. Wait here.
- Item! Item! Easy Six.

What the hell?

LIPTON: At first the Germans
didn't shoot at him.

I think they couldn't quite believe
what they were seeing.

But that wasn't
the really astounding thing.

The astounding thing was that
after he hooked up with I Company...

...he came back.

[MEN SINGING "I'VE BEEN
WORKING ON THE RAILROAD"]

LIPTON: We took over 100 German
prisoners. After that, it was mostly cleanup.

Let's go, move it. Move it.
Take them down to the barn.

Sit down!

[GUNSHOTS]

TROOPER 1: Sniper!
- Take cover! Take cover!

Come on! Come on!

Where is he?

Shit. I can't see him.

Second floor,
building on the right.

Don't miss, Shifty. Now!

[TROOPERS CHEERING]

TROOPER 2: Over here. I need help.
Can you guys come here and help me?

LIPTON: Mellet, Herron, Sowosko and
Ken Webb were killed by a sniper.

There would have been more
if it hadn't been for Shifty Powers.

SERGEANT: Work your party, walk your
wounded to the aid station.

Let's not just lollygag.
Keep this moving.

- Get these boys to the aid station.
TROOPER 3: Okay, sergeant.

LIPTON: You hit bad, Perconte?
- Beautiful wound, Lip.

- Shot me right through my ass.
- You hang tough.

- Hey, sarge?
- Yeah.

- Is it true about Dike?
- Yeah.

- Thank God for small mercies, huh?
- Yeah.

LIPTON: We'd been looking down at the
town of Foy for the better part of a month...

...knowing that's where we had to go.

It was a great relief to have done it.

I guess a lot of the men thought
once we'd taken Foy...

...they'd get us off the line, ship us back
to Mourmelon for a breather.

But that wasn't to be.

Two days later, we took No ville
and after that, Rachamps.

[SINGING IN FRENCH]

LIPTON: We spent our night
in Rachamps in a convent.

It was the first time we'd spent
a night indoors in a month.

The sisters there brought in their choir
to sing for us. It was heaven.

The mood of the men was relaxed.

We were finally being relieved
and would soon be in Mourmelon.

Of course, in the morning, we found out
Mourmelon would have to wait.

Hitler had launched a counteroffensive
in Alsace.

We were bound for the town of Haguenau
to help hold the line.

But at least for that night, we didn't
know it yet. That night, we were okay.

I spent part of that night
trying to come up with a roster...

...for the company,
to see who we had left.

We'd come into Belgium with 121 men
and officers plus 24 replacements.

That's 145 total.
We were going out with 63.

Guarnere was badly wounded,
and Hoobler died accidentally.

Joe Toye had lost his leg.

Among the dead were Herron,
Mellet, Sowosko, Kenneth Webb...

...Harold Webb, Alex Penkala
and Skip Muck.

Our month in Belgium cost us
one good officer, Buck Compton...

...and one bad one, Norman Dike.

But we gained a good one in the end,
so I guess we came out ahead.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

I better get back to Battalion
before they disappear.

- You wanna ask me, don't you?
- Ask you what, sir?

You wanna know if they're true or not,
the stories about me.

You ever notice with stories like that...

...everyone says they heard it
from someone who was there.

When you ask that person, they say they
heard it from someone who was there.

It's nothing new.

I bet if you went back 2000 years, you'd hear
a couple of centurions standing around...

...yakking about how Tertius lopped off
the heads of Carthaginian prisoners.

Maybe they kept talking about it because
they never heard Tertius deny it.

Maybe that's because Tertius knew
there was value to men thinking...

...he was the meanest, toughest son of
a bitch in the whole Roman Legion.

Sir?

These men aren't really
concerned about the stories.

They're just glad to have you
as our CO.

They're happy to have
a good leader again.

From what I've heard,
they've always had one.

I've been told there's always been
one man they could count on.

Led them into Bois Jacques...

...held them together when they had
the crap shelled out of them in the woods.

Every day kept their spirits up, kept the men
focused, gave them direction.

All the things
a good combat leader does.

You don't have any idea
who I'm talking about, do you?

- No, sir.
- Hell, it was you, first sergeant.

Ever since Winters made Battalion,
you've been the leader of Easy Company.

Oh, and you're not gonna be first sergeant
much longer, first sergeant.

Sir?

Winters put in for a battlefield
commission. Sink approved on your behalf.

You should get the official nod
in a few days.

Congratulations, lieutenant.

Hey, look, it's 1st Battalion.

- Hey! Hey!
SOLDIER1: What do you want?

Thanks for crapping in our foxholes,
you shitheads.

- Hey, it's our pleasure.
LUZ: Yeah.

Enjoy the walk, boys.

SOLDIER 2: There they 90, Easy Company,
riding out again.

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