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Dad.

Clear the ramp! 30 seconds!God be with you!

Port side stick, starboard side stick,move fast and clear those murder holes.

I want to see plenty of beachbetween men.

Five men is a juicy opportunity.One man is a waste of ammo.

Keep the sand out of your weapons.

Keep those actions clear.And I'll see you on the beach.

Clear the murder holes!

Over the side!

Port and starboard, over...

Jesus.

Thank you...

I said, what the hell do we do now, sir?

Captain Miller! Captain Miller!

-Captain Miller!-Sergeant Horvath!

Move your men off the beach! Go!

Okay, you guys!

-Get on my ass! Follow me!-Sir!

What's the rallying point?

Anywhere but here!

The seawall! Move up to the seawall!

Sir, I'm staying!

Clear this beach!Make way for the others!

This is all we gotbetween us and the Almighty.

Every inch of this beachhas been pre-sighted!

You stay here, you're dead men!

Mama! Mama!

Stay down! Stay down!

What are you guys?

104th Medical Battalion, sir!

Here to set up field operations!

Get rid of that crap!

Grab yourselves some weapons.Follow me.

-I'm hit! I'm hit!-Briggs!

Get me out of here. I'm hit low. God!

-Medic!-Navy Beach Battalion, sir.

I gotta clear these obstacles,make holes for the tanks.

All the armour is founderingin the Channel.

Orders, sir. You go somewhere else.I'm clearing this one!

Come on, Briggs!

Medic!

Move! Move!

Move! Come on! Move!

Shore party.No armour has made it ashore.

We got no DD tanks on the beach.Dog One is not open.

-Who's in command here?-You are, sir!

-Sergeant Horvath!-Sir!

You recognise where we are?

Right where we're supposed to be,but no one else is!

Nobody's where they're supposed to be.

Shore party.

First wave, ineffective.

We do not hold the beach.Say again, we do not hold the beach.

We're all mixed up, sir.

We got the leftovers from Fox Company,

Able Company and George Company!

Plus we got some Navy demo guysand a beachmaster!

Shore party. Shore party.

CATF , CATF ...

-Reiben here, sir!-Did you see anybody else?

-Jackson, but that's about it.-Mellish here.

Caparzo! We got DeForestback there with Wade.

He's hurt so bad he sayshe sprung 100 leaks.

Wade says he's all used up.

-Move on to somebody you can help.-Let's go!

He's battalion surgeon, sir!

-Get his attention.-Wade!

-Yo, Doc!-Wade!

-Wade! Wade! Wade!-Wade!

-Wade! Wade! Wade!-Too risky, Doc. Too risky.

-Wade!-All right. Get him off the beach.

I got it! We stopped the bleeding!We stopped the bleeding!

Fuck!

Just give us a fucking chance,you son of a bitch!

-Son of a fucking cocksucker!-Wade! Come on. Come on.

Wade! It's Mellish! Wade!

-Mellish!-Let's go!

We found Miller!

-Fuck it!-Let's move! Let's move!

This is all? This is all that's made it?

We got scattered pretty bad, sir.There's bound to be more.

-Not enough. It's not enough.-Dog One exit...

It's gotta be that cut on the right.

-Or is that one on the left? Shit!-No. No, no, no.

Vierville is to the west of us.This is Dog One.

They're killing us!

And we don't have a fucking chance,and that ain't fair!

Gather weapons and ammo!

Come on, let's drag them inoff the sand!

Reiben. Hey, Reiben, Reiben, Reiben,where's your BAR?

Bottom of the channel, sir.The bitch tried to drown me.

Find a replacement.

Bangalores! Bring up some bangalores!

Grenades, grenades! Get mesome grenades. Get them over here!

Bangalores up the line!Bangalores up the line!

Heads up! Bangers coming your way!

Come on, come on, come on!

-Jackson here, sir!-Reiben back, sir!

Oh, my God!

One more. Give me one more.

Oh, my God, it hurts! I'm gonna die!

Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus! Oh, my God!

Keep it moving. Keep it moving.Almost got it.

-Jesus! Lucky bastard.-Come on.

-Move it!-Keep it moving. You got it?

God! God, help me!

You're not gonna die.You're not gonna die.

You're fine. Don't look at it.Don't look at it.

Bangalores! Clear the shingle!

-Fire in the hole!-Fire in the hole!

Fire in the hole!

We're in business! Defilade!Other side of the hole!

That's it! Let's go!

Inspected. Morphine.

Routine.

Priority.

He's gone.

Son of a...

-Get in there.-Fuck. I can't move.

-Mellish.-Yes, sir.

Give me your bayonet.

Two MG42s and two mortars.Add 20, left 30.

There's a little defilade over there,but it's the perfect fire position

if we get some goddamn armouron the beach.

We gotta open up this draw!We gotta get this draw open.

Reiben, Mellish, let's get into the war!

Grab some coverand put some fire on that crew.

Davis, Debernardo,Young, Valk, get ready.

Covering fire!

Go, go, go!

Goddamn firing squad.

It's the only way we can geteverybody the hell out of here.

Short, Payton, McDonald, Parkes!You're next!

Why don't we just hand outblindfolds, Cap?

All we can do here is die.

Covering fire!

Go, go, go!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Go, God damn it!

-Jackson.-Sir.

-Do you see that impact crater?-Yes, sir.

That should give you complete defiladefrom that machine-gun position.

Get in there and give mesome fire discipline.

Wait for my command.

Go!

Captain, if your mother saw you do that,she'd be very upset.

I thought you were my mother.

Be not thou far from me, O Lord.

O my God, I am heartily sorryfor having offended thee.

I detest my sinsfor having offended thee, O Lord.

I detest my sins for havingoffended thee, O Lord.

Listen to me, Lord.

All my strength, haste thee to help me.

-Dog One exit! Right here!-We're in business!

Move! Move!

-Reiben.-Let's go, Sarge. Go!

Reiben.

The place is full of 'em!

Come on, Doyle!

Sarge?

-Flame!-Doyle, do it!

Don't shoot! Let them burn!

I'll give you "comrade,"you son of a bitch!

Lie down!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Cut it out! Cut it out! Cease fire!

Sugar Cane. Sugar Charlie 3.

Say again, Dog One is open.Send in the dozers.

I'm waiting for youto tie in my flanks. Over.

What?

What? I'm sorry, I can't understandwhat you're saying.

What did he say? What did he say?

"Look, I washed for supper."

God damn it!

-Hey, Fish.-Yeah?

Look at this. A Hitler Youth knife.

And nowit's a Shabbat challah cutter, right?

Keep it moving!

That's quite a view.

Yes, it is.

Quite a view.

"Dear Mr Brian Boyd,

"no doubt by now you havereceived full information..."

-"Dear Mrs Jensen..."-"...untimely death of your son."

"...no words of minecan ever relieve the grief..."

"Our outfit has felt his losstremendously."

"He was a fine soldierand he believed very strongly in..."

"It's no secret any morethat we were involved

"in one of the most importantoperations of this war."

"Al was the onewho held us all together.

"He was always the first to volunteer..."

"...came to a clearing near a roadwhere over 4,000 troops had passed..."

"Your husband served in a combat unit

"whose dangerous dutyis to place itself..."

"...which we all cherishand hold so dear.

"The loss of Lee and others like himis a distinct blow to the regiment."

"I fully understand your desire

"to learn as much as possibleregarding the circumstances

"leding to his death."

Colonel, I've got somethingyou should know about.

Yes.

These two men died in Normandy.

This one at Omaha Beach.

-Sean Ryan.-This man at Utah.

Peter Ryan.

This man was killedlast week in New Guinea.

Daniel Ryan.

The three men are brothers, sir.

I've just learned that, this afternoon,

their mother is goingto be getting all three telegrams.

That's not all. There's a fourth brother.The youngest.

He parachuted inwith the 101 st Airborne,

night before the invasion.

He's somewhere in Normandy.We don't know where.

-Is he alive?-We don't know.

Come with me.

God damn it.

All four of themwere in the same company

in the 29th Division,but we split them up

after the Sullivan brothers diedon the Juneau.

Any contact with the fourth son, James?

No, sir. He was dropped about1 5 miles inland near Neuville.

But that's still deepbehind German lines.

Now, Mac,there is no way you can know

where in the hell he was dropped.

General, first reports out ofIke's people at SHAEF

said the 101 st is scatteredall to hell and gone.

There's misdrops all over Normandy.

Now, assuming Private Ryaneven survived the jump,

he could be anywhere.

In fact, he's probably KIA.

And frankly, sir, we go sendingsome sort of rescue mission,

flathatting throughout swarmsof German reinforcements

all along our axis of advance,they're gonna be KIA, too.

I have a letter here,

written a long time agoto a Mrs Bixby in Boston.

So bear with me.

"Dear Madam,

"I have been shown in the filesof the War Department

"a statement of the AdjutantGeneral of Massachusetts

"that you are the mother of five

"sons who have died gloriouslyon the field of battle.

"I feel how weak and fruitlessmust be any words of mine

"that would attemptto beguile you from the grief

"of a loss so overwhelming.

"But I cannot refrainfrom tendering to you

"the consolation that may be found

"in the thanks of the republicthey died to save.

"I pray that Our Heavenly Father

"may assuage the anguishof your bereavement

"and leave you only the cherishedmemory of the loved lost,

"and the solemn pridethat must be yours

"to have laid so costly a sacrificeupon the altar of freedom.

"Yours very sincerely and respectfully,

"Abraham Lincoln."

That boy is alive.

We are gonna send somebodyto find him,

and we are gonna get himthe hell out of there.

-Yes, sir.-Yes, sir.

We expected 32 tanks to float tothe beach. Twenty-seven didn't make it.

-Miller, Charlie Company.-Go on in, Captain.

I understand your situation.

But if we don't offloadthose duel-drive Shermans by 0600,

we're gonna have an entire division

stuck at Carentanwith its pants around its ankles.

Well, you let me know then.

Have Charlie Company hold at Viervilleuntil we can get some armour up there.

Yes, sir. Runner!

Airborne was supposed to winan open door for the rest of us.

Instead they misdropped,scattered all their sticks into the wind.

-What's your situation?-Yes, sir. Sector four is secure.

We...

We took out towed 88shere, here and here.

They'd already gotten fourof our Shermans

and a numberof our deuce and a halves.

These two minefieldsare actually one big one.

We tried to make our way upthrough the middle of it,

but it turned into a mixed,high-density field,

little bit of everything.

Spreng Mine 44s. Schuh Mine 42s,pot mines. A-200s,

the little wooden bastardsthat the mine detectors don't pick up.

This road here, they placedbig mushrooms, Teller Mine 43s,

I guess for our tanks,

from here right upto the edge of the village. Right here.

So we marked them,called the engineers.

Resistance?

We had highersupport expectations, sir.

There was an under-strengthcompany without artillery.

Wehrmacht 346 Infantry,Von Luck Kampfgruppe.

We ended up with 23 prisoners.

We turned them overto MPs from the 29th.

What about our casualties?

Well, the figures

were 35 dead, times two wounded.

They just didn't wannagive up those 88s.

It was a tough assignment.That's why you got it.

Yes, sir.

John...

I've got another one for you.

-Yes, sir.-This one's straight from the top.

You and I are taking a squadover to Neuville

on a public-relations mission.

You leading a squad?

Some private in the 101 stlost three brothers,

and he's got a ticket home.

How come Neuville?

They think he's up there somewhere,part of all those airborne misdrops.

It's not gonna be easyfinding one particular soldier

in the middle of thiswhole goddamn war.

Like finding a needlein a stack of needles.

But what about the company?

We take the pick of the litterand the rest get folded into Baker.

Jesus Christ.

They took away your company?

It wasn't my company. It wasthe Army's. So they told me, anyway.

Give me Reiben on BAR, Jackson,Wade, Beasley and Caparzo.

Beasley's dead.

All right, Mellish, then.We got anybody speaks French?

-Not that I know of.-What about Talbot?

-This morning.-Oh. All right.

I'm gonna go try to dig upanother interpreter.

Assemble at battalion motor poolon the beach.

Yes, sir.

-Sarge, what we gonna do?-Okay, listen up...

-What?-What are we gonna do?

You're going home wrappedin an American flag

with a hunk of cheesein your ass, Caparzo, you smart ass.

-Now, listen up.-I thought you liked it in the ass.

-What?-I thought you liked it in the ass.

Attention!

As you were.

I'm lookingfor Corporal Upham, Timothy E.

Yes, sir. I'm Upham, sir.

I understand you speakFrench and German.

-Yes, sir.-How's your accent?

Just a slight one in French,but my German's clean.

-Has a touch of Bavarian, sir.-Very good.

You've been reassigned to me.Grab your gear.

-We're going to a place called Neuville.-Yes, sir.

-When was this updated?-Updated as of 0830 hour this morning.

-Sir...-This is the 1 2th SS Panzer.

These are the two axesthat advance south.

-Sir, there are Germans in Neuville.-There are artillery up here, sir.

-That's what I understand. Corporal.-Yes, sir.

Sir, there are a lotof Germans in Neuville.

You have a problem with that, Corporal?

No, sir. Just if you considerI've never been in combat, sir.

I make maps and I translate.And that's...

I need someone who speaksFrench and German.

-Yes, sir.-My two guys were killed.

Yes, sir. It's just that I haven'theld a weapon since basic training, sir.

Did you fire the weaponin basic training?

Yes, sir.

-Well, then, get your gear.-Yes, sir.

Sir, may I bring...

May I bring my typewriter, sir?

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much, sir.

-That a souvenir?-No, sir.

Take your time, Corporal.

You should lookon the bright side of things, Corporal.

Yes, sir.

For one thing,you don't need to carry those.

-You'll need that.-I'll need that, sir. Yes, sir.

Hey.

You want your head blown off,you fancy little fuck?

Don't you ever fucking touch mewith those little rat claws again.

Get the fuck back in formation.

I was just wonderingwhere you're from, that's...

-Caparzo, is it?-Hey, drop dead, Corporal.

Got you.

And another thing.Every time you salute the captain,

you make him a target for the Germans.

So do us a favour. Don't do it.

Especially when I'm standingnext to him, capisci?

Corporal, what's your book about?

-Hey. Watch your rifle.-Sorry.

Actually, it's about the...

It's supposed to be aboutthe bonds of brotherhood

that develop betweensoldiers during war.

Brotherhood?

What do you know about brotherhood?

Get a load of this guy, Fish.

Why don't you askthe captain where he's from?

Yeah, ask the captain. He'll tell youeverything you wanna know about him.

You wanna explainthe math of this to me?

I mean, where's the senseof risking the lives of the eight of us

to save one guy.

Twenty degrees.Anybody wanna answer that?

Reiben, think aboutthe poor bastard's mother.

Hey, doc. I got a mother, all right?

I mean, you got a mother.Sarge has got a mother.

I mean, shit, I bet eventhe captain's got a mother.

Well, maybe not the captain,but the rest of us got mothers.

"Theirs not to reason whyTheirs but to do and die"

What the fuck is thatsupposed to mean, Corporal, huh?

We're all supposed to die. Is that it?

Upham's talking aboutour duty as soldiers.

-Yes, sir.-We all have orders we have to follow.

And that supersedes everything,including your mothers.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Even if you thinkthe mission's FUBAR, sir?

Especially if you thinkthe mission's FUBAR.

-What's FUBAR?-Oh, it's German. Yeah.

Never heard of that.

Sir, I have an opinion on this matter.

Well, by all means,share it with the squad.

Well, from my way of thinking, sir,

this entire missionis a serious misallocation

of valuable military resources.

Yeah. Go on.

Well, it seems to me, sir,that God gave me a special gift,

made me a fine instrument of warfare.

Reiben, pay attention.Now, this is the way to gripe!

Continue, Jackson.

Well, what I mean by that, sir,

is if you was to put meand this here sniper rifle anywhere,

up to and including one mileofAdolf Hitler

with a clear line of sight, sir...

Pack your bags, fellas.War's over. Amen.

Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin.

So, Captain, what about you?I mean, you don't gripe at all?

I don't gripe to you, Reiben.I'm a captain.

There's a chain of command.Gripes go up, not down. Always up.

You gripe to me,

I gripe to my superior officers,so on, so on and so on.

I don't gripe to you.I don't gripe in front of you.

You should know that as a Ranger.

I'm sorry, sir, but...

Let's say you weren't a captain,or maybe I was a major.

What would you say then?

Well, in that case,

I'd say this is an excellent mission, sir,

with an extremelyvaluable objective, sir,

worthy of my best efforts, sir.

Moreover, I feel heartfelt sorrowfor the mother of Private James Ryan,

and am willing to lay down my lifeand the lives of my men,

especially you, Reiben,to ease her suffering.

-He's good.-I love him.

Right.

-Thunder!-Flash!

Upham, over there. Reiben, you four go.

Go, go, go, go, go!

-You guys are a sight for sore eyes.-Sergeant Hill, our relief showed up.

How many are you?

Just eight of us.We're not your relief. Sorry.

You're not the relief,what do you mean, sir?

We're here for a Private Ryan.

Who? Ryan? What for?

-Is he here?-Well, I don't know.

Maybe with a mixed uniton the other side of town.

It's hard to get to. The Germanspunched a hole in our centre

a few hours ago,they cut us right in two.

-What's his name again?-Ryan. James Ryan.

He dropped in with 101st.

-Goldman, get me a runner up here.-Runner!

Come on.

Jonesy, make a hole up there!

We got stopped by some intenserifle action from the eastward.

The Germans have beenreinforcing two regiments all day.

The streets have been quietfor about 45 minutes.

Most of the German fire nowis concentrated to the westward.

Who's that on the loudspeaker?

That? That's Dagwood Dusseldorf,

our friendly neighbourhoodmorale officer.

The Statue of Liberty is kaput.

-"The Statue of Liberty is kaput."-...kaput.

That's disconcerting.

Take the second left...

Your father was circumcisedby my rabbi, you prick!

Private Ryan, James,probably misdropped with the 101 .

-Got that?-Cover!

Go!

-You sadistic fucking animals!-Get down.

They know we're not in direct contact.They're gonna single out the runners.

Yeah. Why do theykeep shooting him up like that?

Long as his lungs have breath in them,he still carries the message.

-We'd do the same thing.-No, we wouldn't!

-Wade! Get them ready to travel.-Yes, sir.

-Boyd!-Come on!

Try again. See if you can letCaptain Hamill know we're coming.

What's the rest of Neuville look like?

Next block's got two-storey buildings,both sides of the street.

-There's a lot of windows.-...copy? Over.

And then there's a wide open squarewith pretty good cover on the left.

-Show me.-Sarge, hold right here.

Yes, sir!

All right. Let's stay out of this enfiladeand use the buildings.

Try a left hook.

Shoot and scoot,two of yours, two of mine.

Hastings, Goldman, up front!

-Reiben, Caparzo. Fundamentals.-They're still jamming us.

Short runs. High and low at the corners.

It's gonna be tight.Be prepared for close contact.

-Go. Upham.-Yes, sir.

-You stay with Sergeant Horvath.-Stay right here.

I'll wear him like underwear, Captain!Stay with me.

All right, past the endof the block to the left.

Those are the gates to the square.

Good.

Reiben, where's the captain from?

You figure that one out,you got yourself a nice prize.

300 bucks, last I heard.

Company's got a pool.5 bucks gets you in.

Easy.

It's around this corner.Defilade right up to those gates.

Somebody must know where he's from,what he did for a living.

I've been with himsince Kasserine Pass,

but I don't have a clue.

My ankles are killing me.

I'll need a wheelchairbefore this war is over.

Oh, that's it. Oh, my God.

Got ankles like an old woman.Like an old...

Oh, God.

Reiben, so, you don't even knowwhere he went to school?

Captain didn't go to school.

They assembled him at OCSout of spare body parts of dead Gls.

You gotta pay attention to detail.

I know exactly where he's fromand exactly what he did

'cause I pay attention to detail.

Hey, Upham,careful you don't step in the bullshit.

-Do it.-Thunder!

Thunder, or we will fire on you!

Upham, tell them to show themselves.

Ask them if they knowwhere the Germans are.

-What's he saying?-Something about the children.

-They want us to take the children.-No, no, no. We can't take the kids.

We can't take the kids. We can't!

We can't take the kids! No!

They think they'll be safe with us.

It's not gonna besafe when they're with us!

-It's okay. It's okay.-Are you nuts? Listen to the captain!

-Are you nuts? Listen to the captain!-They think they'll be safe with us, sir.

Caparzo! Put that kid back!

It's okay.

-Caparzo! Put that little girl back!-It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Caparzo, give that kid back now!

Upham, how do you say, "It's okay"?I can't. She reminds me of my niece, sir.

Caparzo, get the kid back up there!

Captain, the decent thing to do

is to at least take her downthe road to the next town.

We're not here to do the decent thing!We're here to follow fucking orders!

Sarge, take this goddamn kid!

Cover! Cover!

God damn it! Where'd that come from?

He was on the groundbefore we heard the shot.

That's where I'd be.

I didn't see it.

Four hundred fifty yards, Captain.Maybe a shade under.

I wouldn't venture out there, fellas!This sniper's got talent!

Please don't cry. I'm gonna take youback to your mama and papa.

Please don't cry. Come on.

Carpy.

-Captain.-Hold on, Caparzo.

Help me up. I can walk. I can walk.

Caparzo, stay still!

Two clicks, left wind.

Fish!

Captain, can you see himfrom there? How is he?

Wade, you stay put.

Where's he shot, Captain?

-Captain, can you see him from there?-You stay there!

Damn it, stay down!What's the matter with you?

Am I gonna take care of youif you get hit? Huh?

-Fish, come over here.-Carpy, put your head down.

Why can't you put your head down?

O my God, I trust in thee.

Let me not be ashamed.

Let not my enemies triumph over me.

Copy it.

Copy it and send it for me.

Carpy, you're gonna send it yourself.Put it down!

-It's got blood!-I see it. Carpy, I see it.

It's to my dad. It's got blood on it, Fish.

We got him. Stay down.

-How bad is it?-Chest, maybe lung shot.

Get that 30 up the street!

Detail!

-Clear up!-Clear down!

That's why we can't take children.

Sergeant Horvath, do an ammo check.

Upham, canteens. Fill them up.

-Sergeant Hill.-Yes, sir.

Gather your men. We'll form upat the northwest corner of the square.

-Jackson!-Sir.

Mellish, check the tower,hustle back here. Right now. Go!

Fuck Ryan.

-Thunder!-Flash!

Come on in.

Hey, guys, we're lookingfor Captain Hamill.

Somewhere down thereacross the square.

Across the square.

Go easy. Watch for snipers.

Sit down.

Jimmy T, go find Captain Hamill,bring him in here.

What? Up there?

How the hell should I know?Would you go look, please?

Thank you, you moron.

All right.

You guys just flake out here for a while.

Let me get this goddamnhitchhiker out of my boot.

Drop your weapons!Drop your weapons!

-Drop them now!-Drop the fucking weapons!

-I'll shoot you! I'll shoot you!-Drop! Drop! Drop them!

Now! Put them down!

Clear up!

-Shit. Shit!-Clear up!

Clear down!

-Enough to make you old.-Let's hope so.

Fred Hamill, Pathfinders, 101 st.

John Miller, 2nd Rangers. Thank you.

We're here lookingfor a Private James Ryan.

He's part of your outfit.Any chance at all you policed him up?

-How was the road in?-Scenic.

-We lost most of our ammo.-Not to mention one of our men.

Lieutenant, redeploy that bazookato the right side of the road.

-Yes, sir!-And get Ryan up here.

Ryan! Ryan, front and centre!

Ryan!

Here comes our boy.

Told you he was an asshole.

-Sir, Private Ryan reporting as ordered.-At ease.

Captain Miller, 2nd Rangers.He wants a word with you.

This way.

All right. Take a knee.

Private, I'm afraidI have some bad news for you.

Well, there isn't any realeasy way to say this, so...

So I'll just say it.Your brothers are dead.

We have orders to come get you

because you're going home.

Oh, my God. My brothers are dead.

I was supposed to take them fishingwhen we got home.

I'm so sorry, James.I can't tell you how much.

-How... How did they die?-They were killed in action.

That can't be. They're...

That... That can't be.My brothers are still in grammar school.

-You're James Ryan?-Yeah.

James Francis Ryan from Iowa?

James Frederick Ryan, Minnesota.

What? Does that meanmy brothers are okay?

Yeah, I'm sure they're fine.

Are you sure they're okay, though?

We're lookingfor a different Private Ryan.

This is just a big foul-up.

How do you know?How can you be sure?

How do you know the foul-up isn'tthat his brothers are okay and that...

Lieutenant, I'm sorry for the trouble.

I just wrote them a letter rightbefore I left. I got to get home.

I got to get home right now.

-I wanna go home.-Easy, now.

-So, where in the hell is our Ryan?-I don't know.

Are you in touch with your CO?

-That figures.-What unit's your Ryan in?

Baker Company, 506th.

The guy with the broken foot,he's 506, right?

Yeah. Charlie, I think.

-You think?-Yeah.

Ryan? Don't know... Man!

-Where was your drop zone?-Just inside of Vierville.

Vierville? How the hell did youend up way up here?

You got me, sir. C-47 took heavy fire.

Pilot went crazy trying to get outof there, turning every which way.

Took more fire on the drop.Got messy. I ended up here.

I haven't seen a single guyfrom my stick, sir.

God knows where they are.

Anybody from Baker Companyhave, like, a big mouth?

Talk about where the drop zonemight've been?

No, sir, but I know Baker Companyhad the same rally point as us.

Show me.

My men are beat.

We're gonna hold up herefor about three hours.

We'll pull out after dark.

Got anything left in this townlike a three-star hotel?

Something with clean sheetsand soft pillows and room service?

-How about a nice, comfy church?-We'll take that.

What have you heard?How's it all falling together?

Well, we got the beachhead secure.

Problem is Monty's takinghis time moving on Caen.

We can't pull out till he's ready, so...

-That guy's overrated.-No argument here.

You gotta take Caen,so you can take Saint-LĂ´.

You got to take Saint-LĂ´to take Valognes.

Valognes, you got Cherbourg.

-Cherbourg, you got Paris.-Paris, you get Berlin.

And then that big boat home.

We sure as hellcould use you around here,

but I understand what you're doing.

-You do?-Yeah.

I got a couple of brothers myself.

-Good luck.-Thank you.

No, I mean it. Find him. Get him home.

What's with your hand?

I don't know.

It started in Portsmouth

when they brought usdown for embarkation.

It comes and goes.

Well, you may have to getyourself a new line of work.

This one doesn't seemto agree with you any more.

What?

-What?-Nothing.

What was the nameof that kid at Anzio?

The one that was always walkingaround on his hands, you know?

And he was singing that songabout the man on the flying trapeze.

-Vecchio.-Vecchio.

Yeah, Vecchio.

He was a goofy kid.

Remember, he used to peea "V" on everybody's jacket

for Vecchio, for victory.

He was so short.He was a midget, wasn't he?

"How did you get to be a Ranger?"

He got shot in the foot once, didn't he,when he was walking on his hands?

Yeah. He could walkfaster on his hands.

He could run faster on his hands than...

Vecchio.

Yeah.

Caparzo.

You see, when you end upkilling one of your men,

you tell yourself it happened

so you could save the livesof two or three or 10 others.

Maybe 100 others.

Do you know how many menI've lost under my command?

-How many?-Ninety-four.

But that means I've saved the livesof 10 times that many, doesn't it?

Maybe even 20, right?Twenty times as many?

And that's how simple it is.

That's how you...

That's how you rationalisemaking the choice

between the mission and the men.

Except this time, the mission is a man.

This Ryan better be worth it.

He'd better go home,cure some disease,

or invent a longer-lastinglight bulb or something.

'Cause the truth isI wouldn't trade 10 Ryans

for one Vecchio or one Caparzo.

Amen.

Look. There it goes again.

Sir, are you all right?

Now, look, we're gonnamove out in two hours.

Why don't you get some sleep?

-I don't know how he does it.-What's that?

Falls asleep like that.I mean, look at him.

The guy's lights out the minutehis head hits the pack.

Clear conscience.

Yeah. What's that saying?

"If God's on our side,who the hell could be on theirs?"

"If God be for us,who could be against us?"

Yeah, what did I say?

Well, actually, the trick to falling asleepis trying to stay awake.

How is that, Wade?

Well, when my mother was an intern,she used to work late through the night,

sleep through the day.

So the only time that we ever gotto talk about anything

was when she'd get home.

So what I used to do,I used to lie in my bed

and try to stay awake as long as I could,

but it never worked'cause the harder I tried,

the faster I'd fall asleep.

Yeah. Well, that wouldn't havemattered none in my house.

My ma, she would've come home,shook me awake,

chatted me up till dawn.

I swear, that womanwas never too tired to talk.

Yeah. That's probably the only timeshe could get a word in.

Funny thing is,sometimes she'd come home early,

and I'd pretend to be asleep.

-Who? Your mum?-Yeah.

She'd stand in the doorway,looking at me.

And I'd just keep my eyes shut.

And I knew she just wantedto find out about my day,

that she came home early

just to talk to me.

And I still wouldn't move.I'd still pretend to just be asleep.

I don't know why I did that.

We only got a couple of hours.Shut up and go to sleep.

Captain? Sir?

Corporal?

How you doing there? Are you all right?

Yeah, I think this is all good for me, sir.

Really?

How is that?

"War educates the senses,

"calls into action the will,

"perfects the physical constitution,

"brings men into such swiftand close collision

"in critical momentsthat man measures man."

Yeah. Well, I guessthat's Emerson's way

of finding the bright side.

-You know Emerson, sir?-I know some.

So, where are you from, Captain?What'd you do before the war?

What's the pool up to?

You know, I think it's around 300, sir.

Well, when it gets up to 500,

I'll give you the answers,and we'll split the money.

How about that?

Well, if that's the way you feel, sir.I feel it's my duty under your command

to suggest that we waituntil it gets up to 1 ,000, sir.

What if we don't live that long?

-500?-500 would be good, yeah.

-Yes, sir.-Yeah.

-Get some sleep, Corporal.-Yes, sir.

Who's got sulfa powder?

Medic! My buddy's bleeding!He needs a tourniquet!

-Wade.-Yes, sir?

-See what you can do.-Yes, sir.

Hold on, fellas. It won't be much longer.

How we doing here?

All right.

Yeah, doing all right.Don't worry about it.

Doc's in town.

It's all right. It's all right.

Don't worry, fellas.

The 29th Infantry's breaking through,they'll be here soon.

Plasma. Anybody got plasma?

-Captain. Hey, Captain.-Soldier, you want to fill me in?

Yeah. Lieutenant DeWindt, sir.

99th Troop Carrier Squadron,carrying in 327th Glider Infantry.

This one was mine, sir.

-I was the pilot.-Private?

-Twenty-two men dead.-Private, take care of...

I ended up over there without a scratch.It took my co-pilot's head right off.

Well, where's the unit?Who are these people?

Well, the guys we came in with, sir,they headed off first night.

Haven't seen them since.

Meantime, other guys keep showing up,one, two, half-dozen at a time.

Then some officer'll come alongand patch together a mixed unit,

-head off to make trouble, sir.-Water. I need a canteen over here.

We're looking for a Private James Ryan.

He's in Baker Company,the 506 of the 101 st.

No, you got me, sir.A lot of guys come in and out of here.

-Upham.-Yes, sir.

Check out that squad.See if Ryan's in it.

Yes, sir.

Reiben.

Smell that leg right there.Find out if it's south of cheese.

What?

Keep moving.

Keep moving!

I'm Juden, you know?

Yeah, I couldn't pry him out of there,hard as I tried.

-I'd need a winch.-Yeah.

Stars.

Yep, Brigadier General Amend,Deputy Commander, 101 st.

Some fucking genius had the great idea

of welding a couple of steel plates

onto our deck to keepthe general safe from ground fire.

Unfortunately,they forgot to tell me about it

until we were just getting airborne.

Well, that's like tryingto fly a freight train. Okay.

Gross overload.Trim characteristics all shot to hell.

I nearly broke both my armstrying to keep her level.

And when we released,

you know, I cut as hard as I could,

tried to gain some altitudeand still keep her from stalling.

We came down like a fucking meteor.And this is how we ended up.

And the others, they stopped easyenough okay though, you know?

We were just... We were justtoo damn heavy, you know?

The grass was wet.

Downward slope and all.

Twenty-two guys dead.

-All that for a general?-One man.

-A lot of that going around.-FUBAR.

-FUBAR.-FUBAR.

FUBAR.

You all got that right.

Hey, I looked up "FUBAR"in the German dictionary.

There's no "FUBAR" in there.

-Upham.-Yes, sir?

There's more paratroops out there.Find out if one of them is Ryan.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you might wantto check these out, sir.

Dog tags.

More than I really want to count, sir.

I've covered a lot of bodies, sir.

Jackson.

-Start going through those.-Yes, sir.

I'll help.

What do you think, Jackson?Do you think that little prick's in there?

Well, if he is, I'm gonna find him.I bet that son of a bitch is here.

I got big money sayingthis guy's still alive.

10 bucks says I nail him first.

-Let's see who we got in here.-You mugs don't stand a chance.

All right, you think this littleshit bird is in here or what?

Just keep looking.

All right. Gary Ianico.

Ben Rubino. Mike Cessacchio.

I swear.All the guineas are buying it, huh?

Oh, come on, not the right name.

Wee Willie Winkie,that's a buddy of yours.

We gotta find this prick.

Where is this son of a bitch?

Don't mix them up, Jackson, all right?Keep them in your own fucking pile.

How am I supposed to knowwho we got?

Why don't you just shut up,Reiben? All right.

-Everybody be friends.-Cranky there, huh?

-I think I got a winner.-What you talking about?

Ryan.

-Ryan.-Take a look at that, Mellish.

You know what?You're a genius. You really are.

R-I-E-N-N-E.

That's Rienne and that's French.All right.

-You know what that means?-It means nothing.

-What beats three of a kind?-I got shit here.

-I got all guys from New York.-I got a full house.

-Do you need a hand with that?-I got a full house.

-I got you beat. I got the straight flush.-Full house, he's got.

You were looking at my tags.You're cheating, you know?

-Ryan.-Fucking unreal, this guy.

Do you need a hand with that?Can you read that shit?

Jesus Christ. Look at this poor bastard.

-I guess they're not bullet-proof, huh?-Guess not. All right?

I don't likewhat he's got between his ears.

Sort of like what you fellas gotbetween your legs.

-We got to give him that.-That's not bad.

Not bad with you, Jackson.

All right, I got three of a kind. All right.

-Full house.-What the hell are you doing?

The whole goddamnAirborne's watching.

These aren't poker chips.

-All right, all right, all right.-Put them back in there!

He's not here.

Maybe we should bust upinto a couple of different groups, huh?

And wander the woodslike Hansel and Gretel,

calling his name.

He's bound to hear us sooneror later. Ryan!

That might bea little hard to do, Captain.

Maybe the locals have seen him.Hey, you know...

Ryan! Anybody know Ryan,101 st Airborne?

Ryan? You know a guy named Ryan?Private James Ryan from Iowa?

Anybody know a Ryan?

James Ryan!

Hey, Joe, doesn't Mandelsohn palaround with a Ryan from C Company?

-Yeah. I think so.-Bring him up here, would you?

-Do you know Private Ryan?-You're gonna have to speak up, sir.

You're gonna have to speak up, sir.

-My hearing is not good!-It comes and goes!

-It comes and goes!-A German grenade went off

-next to his ear.-A grenade went off right by my head!

Got it, got it. Do you know Private Ryan?

Who?

Private Ryan! James Ryan!

-Jimmy Ryan?-James! James Francis Ryan!

-No, no, no. James Francis Ryan.-All right. Get me a pencil.

Something to write on.Something to write on.

Quick! Quick! Come on, a pencil!

A small one, sir.

Write this down.

James Francis Ryan, question mark.

Iowa, question mark.

Do you know him? Does he know him?

Read the message. Look.

-Yeah. Of course I know him, sir.-Does he know where he is?

Yeah, yeah. We missedour drop zone by about 20 miles,

ended up way overby Bumville or some damn place.

Him, me and a couple of other guyswere coming here to the rally point,

ran into a Colonel who was gatheringup men to go to Ramelle.

Ramelle.

To baby-sit a bridge.That's the last I've seen of him, sir.

Great! Great! Thank you.

Write thank... Read, and thank you.

-You're welcome!-Assemble on me.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Ramelle.

We're here. There.

Ramelle is on the Merderet River,right here, just to the southwest of us.

You know anything about this bridgehe was talking about, Captain?

Yep. The target hasalways been Cherbourg.

We can't push on Parisuntil we take a deep water port.

And Rommel knows that,

so he's gonna try to get his armour

across the Merderet riveranywhere he can.

That way, he can hitour invasion forces in the flank

when we makethe big right turn to Cherbourg.

That makes any village on that river

with an intact bridgesolid gold real estate.

Let's go.

Captain.

What the hell is that?

A radar site. It's gotta be out of action.

Looks like we got something in that.Sandbag bunker right under the station.

-See it?-Yeah. That's my guess, too.

What is it?

Machine gun. Probably MG42.

Jesus. Is that what got those guys?

Maybe one of them's our boy.

No, their patches are 82nd,so your luck's not that good.

Yeah, well, I don't know how fastthe rest of you betties are,

but I'm thinking we detourthis way quick and quiet,

the krauts will nevereven know we were here.

So, Captain, what I'm trying to say iswhy don't we just go around the thing?

I hear what you're saying,but we can't go around it.

I'm with Reiben on this one, sir.

-I mean, we left them 88s.-For the Air Force.

The Air Force isn't gonna spendordnance on one machine gun.

Captain...

We can still skip itand accomplish our mission.

I mean, this isn't our mission, right, sir?

Oh. That's whatyou want to do, Mellish?

You just want to leave it here,so they can ambush

the next company that comes along?

No, sir. That's not what I'm saying.

I'm simply sayingit seems like an unnecessary risk,

given our objective, sir.

Our objective is to win the war.

Sir, I just... I don't havea good feeling about this one.

When was the last timeyou felt good about anything?

All right, three runnerswith suppressing fire.

Mellish, you hook to the right.I'll go up the middle.

Who's going left?

I'll do it.

-I'll go left.-All right.

Upham, switch off with Jackson,and you linger in the rear.

Yes, sir.

We advance and keep pressure on himtill he has to change out his barrels.

I think we should be ableto hit him from grenade range.

-Maybe I should go up the middle, sir.-The way you run? I don't think so.

-Maybe I should go left, sir.-Maybe you should shut up.

Reiben, base of fire.

Mags and clips whereyou can reach them, and...

And extra grenadesfor the base runners.

Hill's clear! Four down and dead!

Upham, grab the gear. Get up here!We need water and extra dressing now!

Get the morphine outof the extra medical kit!

God.

Son of a bitch!

All right. The sulfa.

-Put my legs up. Put my legs up.-I got him.

-More sulfa, Mellish.-I got him. I got him, Wade.

-You're gonna be all right.-Listen to my voice.

You're gonna be all right, Doc.

How's it look? How's it look?

Wade, you're fine.You're going on a hospital ship.

-More sulfa! More sulfa!-Put my legs up.

-Put my legs up. Put my legs up.-He's gonna be all right.

-I got 'em. I got 'em. I got 'em.-You're gonna be okay, Wade.

I got 'em.

Upham, give me your canteen!

-Come on. Come on.-...we're gonna get you out of here.

Put some pressure on it.

-You're gonna be okay.-How's it look?

-I'm getting some morphine.-How's it look?

-It's all right. You're gonna be okay.-How's it look?

You're gonna be okay.

Here comes the morphine.Here comes the morphine.

Am I shot in the spine?

-You're okay, Wade.-Am I shot in the spine?

-Lift him up. Easy, easy, easy.-All right. Flip him over.

-Easy, easy, easy.-Put some pressure.

-Easy, easy.-Lift him up. Lift him up.

It's okay, doc. It's all right.

Wade, you got an exit wound.

It's in the small of your back.

How big's the hole in the...

-About the size of an acorn.-It's fine.

You're fine. You're fine.

Put some pressure on it.Put some pressure on it.

-Put some pressure on it.-It's all right.

Put some more pressure on it!

Is there anything bleedingworse than the others?

Yeah, right here, right here.Do you know what it is?

-No.-Right here. Yeah. Right here.

I'm gonna put your hand on it.

-We got some pressure on there.-Right there.

-That's good.-Okay. That's the one.

Oh, my God, my liver!

-Oh, my God! It's my liver!-Something wrong, Wade.

Tell us what to do.Tell us how to fix you.

What do you need? What do you need?What can we do, Wade?

Tell us what to do.

Oh, shit.

I could use... I could usea little more morphine.

More morphine, sir?

Okay. Okay.

Give it to him.

-I don't wanna die.-Here you go. Wade, here you go.

-Here it comes.-There you go. There you...

Give him another one.

Mama?

I want to go home. I want to go home.

Mama. Mama.

Mama, Mama, Mama...

Reiben, hold him!

Not yet.

First, make him mark and coverWade's body for grave detail.

Same thingfor those paratroopers down there.

Strip that stuff offand check him for intelligence.

Ask this piece of shitif he's the one who shot Wade. Ask him!

-It doesn't matter.-It does matter!

Shut up with that filthy pig latin.

Jackson, you're hit.

Shit.

-I guess it just skinned the arm, sir.-Get it cleaned and dressed.

You and Sarge, watch the perimeter.

-Sir, he says, "Please don't shoot."-I don't care what he says, Upham.

Sir? Sir, you're gonna let them kill him?

-This is not right, sir.-You can help him with the bodies.

What is happening?

American.

I like American.

Steamboat Willie.

Yeah, Steamboat Willie. American.

-He's says he's not finished.-Yeah. That's what you think.

Come on. Yeah.

Please... I like America.

Fancy schmancy! What a cinch!

Go fly a kite!Cat got your tongue? Cool beans!

Betty Boop! What a dish!

Betty Grable. Nice gams.

I say can you seeI say can you see

I say...

Fuck Hitler.

Sir, he says he's sorry about Wade.

He says he's sorry about Wade, sir.

Captain.

Captain, this isn't right.

You know this. He's a prisoner.He surrendered.

He surrendered, sir!

Tell him

to march 1 ,000 paces in that direction,

then he can take off the blindfold.

We'll be gone, and he turns himself in

to the first Allied patrolhe comes across.

-Thank you, sir.-You gotta be kidding me.

-We're letting him go?-He's a POW, Reiben.

Can't take him with us.Our guys'll pick him up sooner or later.

Only if he doesn't get picked upby his own Wehrmacht first,

then thrown back into circulation.

Captain, you just let the enemy go.

-This is such bullshit.-Y'all got that right.

Bullshit? Right. This is bullshit?

-Shooting a prisoner, that'd be okay?-Upham, shut your mouth.

It's against the goddamn rules!

Yeah. The goddamn rulesjust walked off with your new friend.

But I guess that wasthe decent thing to do, huh, Captain?

Get your gear. Let's go.

You heard him. Gear up.

The Captain just gave you an order.

Yeah. Like the one he gaveto take this machine gun.

-That was a real doozy, wasn't it, Sarge.-Soldier, you are way out of line.

Yes, sir. That was one hell of a call,coming to take this nest,

but what the hell? We only lostone of our guys, going for it.

I swear, I hope Mama Ryan'sreal fucking happy,

knowing that little Jimmy's life is a littlebit more important than two of our guys!

But then again, we haven'tfound him yet, have we? Huh?

-Here you go.-Get the hell off me!

Reiben, get up.

Gear up. Fall in.

I'm done with this mission.

Hey! Hey!

-Sir.-Don't walk away from your Captain.

-Reiben, get back in line.-No, sir.

I'll spend the restof my life in the stockade

if I have to, but I'm done with this.

-I'm not gonna ask you again, soldier.-Captain!

All right, now. This is bullshit!

-Fall in!-You're gonna shoot me over Ryan?

No. I'm gonna shoot you'cause I don't like you.

-Sir, listen...-Sir, if he wants to go, just let him go!

Are you letting this happen?Captain! You see this?

-Captain? Sir? Sir, Ryan's dead.-Bullshit!

-Sir, we have a situation you might...-That is bullshit!

Captain, I have a sixth sense aboutthese things. I know it in my bones.

We don't kill that son-of-a-bitch kraut.Now you're gonna shoot me?

-He's better than you.-Then why don't you just do it, Sarge?

Do it, man. Put one in my legand give me that...

I'm gonna shoot youin your big goddamn mouth!

Well, put your moneywhere your mouth is...

-You don't know when to shut up.-Do it!

-You don't know how to shut up.-Pull the trigger, already!

Captain, please!

-What's the pool on me up to?-What?

-You are a coward son of a bitch!-I'm waiting, Sarge.

Mike, what's the poolon me up to right now?

What's it up to?

What is it, $300? Is that it? 300?I'm a schoolteacher.

I teach English composition

in this little town calledAddley, Pennsylvania.

The last 1 1 years,

I've been atThomas Alva Edison High School.

I was the coach of the baseball teamin the springtime.

I'll be doggone.

Back home, when I'd tell peoplewhat I do for a living,

they'd think, "Well, that figures."

But over here, it's a...

A big...

A big mystery.

So I guess I've changed some.

Sometimes I wonderif I've changed so much

my wife is even going to recognise mewhenever it is I get back to her.

And how I'll ever be able to...

To tell her about days like today.

Ryan...

I don't know anything about Ryan.I don't care.

The man means nothing to me,it's just a name. But if...

You know, if going to Ramelle

and finding him, so he can go home,

if that earns me the rightto get back to my wife

well, then... Then that's my mission.

You want to leave?

You want to go off and fight the war?

All right.

All right, I won't stop you.

I'll even put in the paperwork.

I just know that every man I kill,the farther away from home I feel.

By memories

Of the days gone by

In my solitude

You taunt me

With memories that never die

I sit in my chair

Filled with despair

There's no one

Could be so sad

With gloom everywhere

I sit and I stare...

Halftrack! Cover!

Who's doing the shooting?Who's doing the shooting?

Get ready to move on their left flank!Take their left flank!

Hold on and make sure they're down!

101 st! We're coming out!

That was a recon element, 2nd SS.

We've been expecting a probe.That must have been it.

Captain Miller,Charlie Company, 2nd Rangers.

Corporal Henderson,Easy Company, 501 st.

Ryan. First of the 506th.

PFC Toynbe, Third of the 506th.

James Francis Ryan?

Yes, sir. How'd you guess that?

Looks like you guys got hit pretty hard.

Yes, sir. Small unit action.

They came in,and beat the hell out of us with 88s.

Tell you what, sir, if you're our relief,I'm gonna file a complaint.

I wouldn't blame you.

Who's your CO?

It would have beenCaptain Jennings, sir.

I'm afraid the best we can muster upright now is a corporal.

So, what are you guys all about?

We're here for him. Ryan.

Me, sir?

James Francis Ryan of Iowa?

Yes, sir.Payton, Iowa, that's correct, but...

What is this about?

Your brothers were killed in combat.

Which ones?

All of them.

On the level?

Yeah. I'm afraid so.

You might want to takesome time with this.

If there's someplaceyou want to go and...

-What's this all about?-Ryan lost his brothers.

-Which one?-All of them.

You...

You came all the wayout here to tell me that?

Well, you're going home.

Our orders are to bring you back.

Bring me back?

Corporal Henderson, I don't meanto leave you even more shorthanded,

but orders are orders.

Any communication about whenyou're going to be relieved up here?

Sir, there's no way to tell. I mean,

we have no ideawhat's happening south of us.

I have my orders, too, sir.

They don't include meabandoning my post.

I understand that,but this changes things.

I don't see that it does, sir.

The Chief of Stafffor the United States Army says it does.

Sir, our orders are to holdthis bridge at all cost.

Now, our planes in the 82ndhave taken out every bridge

across the Merderetwith the exception of two.

One at Valognes and this one here.

We let the Germans take them,

we're gonna lose our footholdand have to displace.

Private, your outfit wants to stay,that's one thing.

But your party's over here.

Sir, I can't leaveuntil at least reinforcements...

You got three minutesto gather your gear.

Sir, what about them?I mean, there's barely hardly enough...

Hey, asshole!

Two of our guys already diedtrying to find you, all right?

-Sir?-That's right.

-What were their names?-Irwin Wade and Adrian Caparzo.

Wade and...

Caparzo.

It doesn't make any sense.

It doesn't make sense, sir.Why? Why do I deserve to go?

Why not any of these guys?They all fought just as hard as me!

Is that what they'resupposed to tell your mother

when they send her anotherfolded American flag?

Tell her that when you found me,

I was here and I waswith the only brothers that I have left,

and that there's no wayI was gonna desert them.

I think she'll understand that.

There's no way I'm leaving this bridge.

What are your orders?

Sergeant, we have crossedsome strange boundary here.

The world has taken a turnfor the surreal.

Clearly, but the question still stands.

I don't know. What do you think?

You don't want to know what I think.

No, Mike, I do.

Well, part of me thinks the kid's right.

What's he done to deserve this?

He wants to stay here, fine,let's leave him and go home.

Yeah.

But another part of me thinkswhat if, by some miracle, we stay

and actually make it out of here?

Someday we might look back on thisand decide that

saving Private Ryanwas the one decent thing

we were able to pull out of this whole

God-awful, shitty mess.

That's what I was thinking, sir.

Like you said, Captain,

we do that,

we all earn the right to go home.

Oh, brother.

This is everything.

You got the two 30-calibre machineguns, 1 7 grenades, 1 1 Hawkins mines.

You got the two bazookas,but they only got eight rounds left,

and assorted small arms.

We had a 60 mortarbut an arty round took it out.

Might as well be spit wadsif they roll on us with tanks.

-Which they're sure to do.-What are you thinking, sir?

Well, I'm thinking they're going to tryto whip around the flanks.

Unless we can drawthem up this main road here

in between these buildings

where all the rubble makesa bit of a bottleneck.

-Disable 'em?-If we can.

Make that tank a 60-ton roadblock.

We do that, we gota fighting chance at their flanks.

Yes, sir that's good. Split them up.Don't let them mass anywhere.

Hit them hard as we can, one-on-one,and fall back to the bridge.

Machine gun on the move down here,and number two up high somewhere

to piss a little bad news downon their heads.

That would be the idea.

Jackson.

If we can, I'd like to get you upin that bell tower.

-Yes, sir.-Give you a little company if you need it.

Yes, sir. Some company couldn't hurt.

I'd say a .30 with about1 ,000 rounds would be okay.

Parker, job opportunity.

Yeah. Well, it's not the worst ideaever, Captain.

It's just that everything dependson getting the tank

down this main road for usto knock out, right?

So how the hell do youplan on doing that?

Reiben's right. As our esteemedcolleague from the Airborne pointed out,

what we got here area bunch of spit wads,

so how do we stop the tankif we get it to commit?

Give it a rabbit to chase.

We could hit the tank in the tracks.

Yeah, but with what?

-Well, we could try a sticky bomb.-Sticky bomb, sir?

-Sir, are you making that up?-No. It's in the field manual.

You check it out if you want to.

We seem to be out of field manuals, sir.

Perhaps you can enlighten us?

All right, you havesome demolition, don't you?

Some TNT or some composition B?

Yeah, that, sir, is the one thingwe got plenty of.

I got that bridge wired with enoughcomposition B to blow it twice.

All right. You can spare some, then.

You take a standard-issue GI sock,

cram it with as muchcomp B as it can hold,

rig up a simple fuse,

then you coat the whole thingwith axle grease.

That way, when you throw it,it should stick. It's a bomb that sticks.

It's a sticky bomb.

You come up with a better wayto knock the tracks off a tank,

I'm all ears.

This is good.Now we got to surrender our socks.

Haul away.

All right, select the field of fire.Crossfire with the one in the bell tower.

All right, I can cover1 2 to nine from here.

-Easy!-I got her!

Here are the mines.

For being the best we can do,

that forward machine gunis not in a terrible firing position.

And this position right here,

this is the Alamo.

They push us back this far,last man alive blows the bridge.

We only got a 30-second delayon that fuse,

so let everyone know thatif you are that last man

you better hurry your ass off,or you're not going to be alive long.

Captain? Where am I during all this?

Never more thantwo feet away from me,

and that's not negotiable.

I'll get some ammo. Come on.

-Hey, Upham.-Yes.

-Listen to me, all right?-Yeah.

-You're listening?-Yes.

All right, we're gonna be displacing

and falling back like crazysons of bitches.

Right up there.

So you got to be Johnny on the spotwith the ammo, or we're dead.

-Right.-You understand that?

-Johnny on the spot.-Yeah.

-You all right?-Yeah. Yes.

You know, when we wereshipping out of England

the supply sergeant was handingout cartons of cigarettes,

and I said "No, thank you,I don't smoke."

"I don't smoke."

-Quite a situation, huh?-Unbelievable.

Here. Fucked up beyondall recognition, right?

You got that right.

FUBAR.

Ouch.

-Yeah, well...-FUBAR.

It's going to be a real show, huh?

Yeah. Okay.

Take it easy.

FUBAR.

-Who's that singing, sir?-Edith Piaf.

What's she so upset about?

Her lover left her,

but she still sees his faceeverywhere she goes.

That would do it.

"Even life itself only represents you.

"Sometimes I dreamthat I'm in your arms."

What was that part?She sang that before.

-The chorus. It's the chorus.-The chorus.

"And you speak softly in my ear

"and you say things

"that make my eyes close.

"And I find that marvellous."

-Again, Upham...-Yes.

...to be honest with you,I find myself curiously aroused by you.

-Marvellous.-No, it's really a melancholy song.

At the beginning of the song, she says,"And then one day, you left.

"You left me, and I've beendesperate ever since.

"I see you all over the sky,I see you all over the Earth."

Jesus, Upham,any more songs like this,

the krauts aren't goingto have to shoot me.

I'm just going to slit my own wrists.

You know,you're a strange bird, Upham.

Sorry, it's Edith, you know.

You know whatthat song reminds me of?

It reminds me of Mrs Rachel Troubowitzand what she said to me

the day I left for basic.

What, "Don't touch me"?

No. Mrs Rachel Troubowitzis our super's wife.

She comes into my mom's shopto try on a few things, all right?

And she's easily, like, a 44 double E.

-Double E?-These things are massive.

Those are big.

No. And I've got her convincedthat she's, like, a 42 D, all right?

So we're in the dressing room,she's trying to squeeze

into this side-cut,silk-ribboned, triple-panel girdle

with the shelf-lift brassiere.

And it's beautiful 'cause she's justpouring out of this thing, you know?

-Is it really tight?-No, no. It's beautiful.

And she sees me, and she can tell

I got a hard-on the sizeof the Statue of Liberty, all right?

And she says to me,"Richard, calm down."

And she says, "When you're over there,

"if you see anything that upsets you,

"or if you're ever scared,I want you to close your eyes

"and think of these. You understand?"

So I said, "Yes, ma'am."

Are you all right, sir?

Yeah, I'm just keeping the rhythm.

Is it true you werea teacher back home?

Yes.

See, that's something I could never do,you know.

Not after the way me and my brotherstreated our teachers. No, sir.

I had 1 ,000 kids like you.

I can't see my brothers' faces.

I've been trying,and I can't see their faces at all.

Has that ever happened to you?

You gotta think of a context.

What does that mean?

Well, you don't just thinkabout their faces.

You think about something specific,something you've done together.

Well, when I think of home,I think of something specific.

I think of my hammock in the backyard,

or my wife pruning the rose bushesin a pair of my old work gloves.

This one night, two of my brothers came

and woke me up inthe middle of the night,

and they saidthey had a surprise for me.

So they took me to the barn,up into the loft,

and there was my oldest brother Dan

with Alice. Alice Jardine.

I mean, picture a girl who just tooka nosedive from the ugly tree

and hit every branch coming down.

And Dan's got her shirt off.

So he's working on this braand he's trying to get it off

and all of a sudden,Sean just screams out,

"Danny, you're a young man!Don't do it!"

And so Alice Jardine hears thisand she screams, and she jumps up,

and she tries to getrunning out of the barn,

but she's still got this shirtover her head.

She goes running right into the walland knocks herself out.

So now Dan is just so mad at us,he starts coming after us,

but at the same time,Alice is over there unconscious.

He's got to wake her up.

So he grabs her by a legand he's dragging her.

At the same time, he picks up a shoveland he's going after Sean.

And Sean said,"What are you trying to hit me for?

"I just did you a favour."

And so this makes Dan more angry.

He tries to swing this thing.He loses the shovel.

It goes out of his graspand hits a kerosene lantern.

The thing explodes,the whole barn almost goes up

because of this thing.

That was it. That was the last...That was...

Dan went off to basic next day.

That was the last nightthe four of us were together.

That was two years ago.

Oh, my.

Tell me about your wifeand those rose bushes.

No.

No. That one I save just for me.

Enemy from the east.

He sees Tiger tanks, two of them.

Panzer tanks, two of them.

Infantry.

Fifty plus change.

Disperse! You know what to do!

-Reiben, get on the rabbit.-Yes, sir.

-Upham, get some cover.-Mellish and Henderson, lock and load!

-This is it.-Everybody check your ammo!

Good luck, Reiben.

I don't need any luck, Sarge,I was born lucky.

One in five tracer?

Yep, and tracers point both ways.

Yeah? Why don't you checkthe head space and she should run.

Upham! Hustle up!

-Corporal Upham?-Yes, sir.

We don't have a 30-calibremachine gun in this position.

Either Mr Mellish or Mr Jacksonin the bell tower needs that.

Yes, sir.

Upham! Jackson's fine.Turn around to Mellish.

There's a ton of infantry, Captain.I don't know if they took the bait though.

You got any more of that?

Panzers didn't take the bait.

Infantry's moving to the left.

Halftrack just went bywith about 20 troops, sir.

Mellish! Henderson! Displace!

Do it, now! Light it up!

You! Light it!

Thirty infantry on the right flank!

Get over there,find a hole, and stop them!

Displace!

Upham!

Clear!

Krauts!

Right flank!

Get down! Get down!

Upham! Upham! 30-cal! Hurry!

And find the captain!This flank's going to fold!

Reversing! He's still in this fight!

No, no, Ryan, get down! Get down!

Ryan!

-Ryan!-Get off me!

-Are you all right?-Get off me!

Yeah, yeah,I'm fine, too, Captain. Thanks.

Okay, both sides!Get aboard! Get a grenade in there!

Grenade!

20-mill!

Flak gun, 20 millimetre. Take it out!

Heavy weapon in defilade below!I ain't got a shot!

Pincer move, Parker!

-Targets 8 o'clock low!-Shit!

God grant me strength.

Displace!

Come on!

Cover, Upham! Cover! Cover!

I'm out of 30-calibre.

Blessed be the Lord, my strength,which teaches my hands to war

and my fingers to fight.

My goodness and my fortress,

my high tower and my deliverer,

my shield and he in whom I trust.

Come here, baby.

Parker, get down!

Captain, that 20-millimetre's killing us.

We gotta try to flank it somehow.

Well, let me get over for the top shot.

Upham!

Upham! Upham!Upham, ammo, God damn it!

I'm jammed! I'm jammed!You got any 30-cal?

-I'm out.-Shit.

Upham! Upham!

Reiben!

I'm out! I need another bandoleer!Anybody got a bandoleer?

God! God!

You stupid son of a bitch!

Let's stop. Let's stop. Let's stop.Listen to me! Listen to me! Stop!

Stop! Don't...

Son of a bitch!Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Bitch!

-I'm out.-Those 60 rounds.

-We can use them without the tube.-How?

Fuse-arming wire, set back, heave it!

Panzerschreck!

We're going to the Alamo.

Alamo! Alamo!

We'll take it! You fall back!

-You be right behind us!-Soon as we're in business!

Displace. Reiben.

Reload.

All right, go.

We're blowing the bridge!

-Get off! Clear the bridge!-Displace...

Sarge! Mike, are you all right?

-I just got the wind knocked out of me.-Well, get out of here!

Take cover!We're going to blow this bridge!

Come on, come on!

Tiger coming!Coming across the bridge!

Captain, get behind something!

Come on, Captain, move it!

Mike.

Mike!

Captain.

Captain, where the hell are you going?Captain, get back here!

Upham.

Hang in there, Captain.

Medic!

Medic! We got a medic?

They're tank-busters, sir. P-51 s.

Angels on our shoulders.

What, sir?

James...

Earn this.

Earn it.

"My dear Mrs Ryan,

"it's with the most profound sense ofjoy

"that I write to inform youyour son Private James Ryan

"is well and, at this very moment,

"on his way homefrom European battlefields.

"Reports from the front indicateJames did his duty in combat

"with great courageand steadfast dedication,

"even after he was informedof the tragic loss

"your family has sufferedin this great campaign

"to rid the worIdof tyranny and oppression.

"I take great pleasure in joiningthe Secretary of War,

"the men and womenof the United States Army

"and the citizens of a grateful nation

"in wishing you good healthand many years of happiness

"with James at your side.

"Nothing, not even the safereturn of a beloved son,

"can compensate you

"or the thousandsof other American families

"who have suffered great lossin this tragic war.

"And I might share with you some wordswhich have sustained me

"through long, dark nights of peril,loss and heartache.

"And I quote,

"'I pray that our heavenly father

"'may assuage the anguishof your bereavement

"'and leave you onlythe cherished memory

"'of the loved and lost

"'and the solemn pridethat must be yours

"'to have laid so costly a sacrificeupon the altar of freedom.

"'Abraham Lincoln.'

"Yours very sincerely and respectfully,

"George C Marshall,General, Chief of Staff."

My family is with me today.

They wanted to come with me.

To be honest with you,

I wasn't sure how I'd feelcoming back here.

Every day I think aboutwhat you said to me

that day on the bridge.

And I've tried to live my lifethe best I could.

I hope that was enough.

I hope that, at least in your eyes,

I've earned what all of youhave done for me.

James.

"Captain John H Miller."

-Tell me I've led a good life.-What?

Tell me I'm a good man.

You are.