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(AIR-RAID SIRENS WAILING)

(RADIO STATIC)

WINSTON CHURCHILL: (ON RADIO) The British Empire

and the French Republic,

linked together in their cause...

We shall never surrender.

(RADIO TUNING)

(ADOLF HITLER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(CROWD CHANTING IN GERMAN)

ROBERT ST. JOHN: Men and women of the United States,

this is a momentous hour in world history.

(RADIO TUNING)

DWIGHT EISENHOWER: Soldiers, sailors and airmen

of the Allied Expeditionary Force,

you are about to embark upon the Great Crusade.

You will bring about the destruction

of the German war machine.

The elimination of Nazi tyranny

over the oppressed peoples of Europe.

I have full confidence in your skill in battle.

The eyes of the world are upon you.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

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TIBBET: Hitler's already dead.

Short train ride from Paris to Berlin,

and I get there with this baby...

Pow!

We all go home.

(PARATROOPERS CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

ROSENFELD: That's a lot of boats!

I think I'd rather be up here.

Some Kraut bomber spots them

all squeezed together like that,

take out 20 at a time.

Tougher to shoot down a plane.

TIBBET: Hey, Rosenfeld!

More GIs die in planes than boats. That's a fact.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Don't listen to Tibbet, Rosenfeld. He's full of shit.

Hey, Grunauer!

How do you say "full of shit" in German again?

(TRANSLATES TO GERMAN)

(LAUGHTER)

DAWSON: (LAUGHS) I love that.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Hey.

Morton Chase.

I'm a photographer.

I heard the Sergeant say that you were in Italy before this?

It's a great frame. You mind if I snap

a couple pictures of you looking out the window?

You know what I wouldn't mind, Morton Chase,

is you taking your ass back to your seat.

(TIBBET EXCLAIMS)

TIBBET: You making friends already, pretty boy?

- You know that guy? - No.

MURPHY: Corporal from Baker Company.

Last minute transfer.

I heard he got put in with us for popping a captain.

NEZ: He pops his C.O. and gets a ride with us, huh?

- So, what did we do wrong? - (LAUGHTER)

Uh, Boyce. Gum?

What the fuck is this? What's this, for luck?

Come on, man.

Shit, you're gonna need more than that

when we hit the ground.

Can you give me my chain, please?

Ain't gonna be nothing like boot camp,

not with those Jerries firing real ammo.

And, hell, Boyce, you hardly made it out of boot alive.

No lucky charm in the world

is gonna turn you into a soldier.

Are you finished?

Are you gonna give me the fucking chain?

- I'm screwing with you. - Thanks.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Where's our drop zone, Nez?

The village of Cielblanc, France, Sergeant!

And what is our target, Grunauer?

Radio-jamming tower on top of the church

near the town center, Sergeant!

And why would the Nazis put a radio-jamming tower

on top of a church, Private Boyce?

Because they...

Good Christ Almighty, Boyce.

They put it on a church because

the Nazis are rotten sons of bitches.

And rotten sons of bitches will do anything they have to

to destroy everything that is good in this world!

That is why we have to be just as rotten as they are.

(SHOUTS) Am I clear?

PARATROOPERS: Yes, Sergeant!

There are gonna be over 120,000 Allied soldiers

fighting their way onto a French beach

in the name of all that is good

and pure in this world.

Those men are gonna need air support!

That support will not make it through Jerry's defenses

if we do not get that tower down by 0600.

So what do you have to do?

PARATROOPERS: Our goddamn job, Sergeant!

That's right.

Your goddamn job.

Corporal Ford here has joined as our explosives expert.

You are lucky to have him.

You will obey his commands as if you heard

my own beautiful voice coming from his lips.

Our drop is 90 minutes out.

- Coo-ree! - PARATROOPERS: Coo-ree!

(AIRCRAFT RUMBLING)

(PARATROOPER COUGHS)

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(HURRIED CHATTER)

- (EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE) - (GRUNTS)

We must be getting close.

Hope nothing goes wrong.

We miss our drop and land

in the middle of a German squad or something...

Nothing's gonna go wrong.

Because we both know what the Nazis

are gonna do to a guy named Rosenfeld.

- Nothing's gonna go wrong. - (EXPLOSION)

(AIRCRAFT RUMBLING)

It's just a little Kraut hello, ladies.

Hold your seat and stay calm.

We jump when the light tells us.

(PANICKED CHATTER AND SHOUTS)

- (RUMBLING) - Isn't this fun, ladies?

(EXPLOSION)

(PANICKED CHATTER)

Oh, shit!

NAVIGATOR: Too much flak!

We're gonna have to drop a couple of clicks south.

RENSIN: Copy that.

(ENGINE ROARING)

(SOLDIERS YELLING)

RENSIN: Didn't I tell you, ladies,

I'd show you a good time?

(RETCHING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

MURPHY: We're gonna fucking die!

We're gonna fucking die!

Sarge, you got...

- Murphy! - DAWSON: Medic!

RENSIN: Settle down! This is why we're here.

This is the job.

FORD: Grunauer, sit down!

Goddamn it, sit down!

I can save him! I can save him!

He's dead! Sit down! Everybody sit down!

(WEAPON WHIZZES)

(PARATROOPERS SCREAMING)

Oh, shit!

(BELL RINGS)

Red level! Stand up.

Hook up.

Square up that line!

Wait for green.

Oh, shit. (HUFFS)

- See you on the ground. - I'll be right behind you.

Jacob!

- I'll be right behind you. - Okay.

(ALARM BUZZES)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(GUNFIRE)

RENSIN: Manual deploy!

FORD: Tibbet, go!

Rosenfeld!

Go!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)

(PANTING)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

(GRUNTING)

(FAINT, MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(AIRCRAFT PASSING OVERHEAD)

(GASPING HEAVILY)

(AIRCRAFT PASSING)

(COUGHING)

Fuck. (GRUNTS)

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

(AIRCRAFT ENGINE ROARING)

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(PANTING)

(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(GUNFIRE)

BOYCE: (SOFTLY) Jacob?

Jacob?

(DISTANT GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

Jacob?

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)

Sarge.

(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)

RENSIN: Any of you Krauts got a cigarette?

- (ALL LAUGHING) - (SPEAKING GERMAN)

RENSIN: You got to be shitting me. None of you?

- (CHUCKLES) - (SOLDIER SHOUTS IN GERMAN)

- (MUFFLED GASP) - (SHUSHING)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

Well, that's goddamn...

(SOLDIERS CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISPERING) Shut up. It's over.

(WHISPERING) You just let him die.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

He fucking knew that.

What are you talking about? We could've...

Done shit.

There were ten of them,

and I've seen how you hold that rifle.

The Sergeant wasn't the mission.

We got to get that tower down by 0600. Let's go.

Another click north,

we reach the rally point at Cielblanc.

That's if the others even made it.

- Did you see anyone? - No, just you.

And Sergeant Rensin.

Boyce, you keep worrying about dead bodies,

you're gonna be one.

Well, Corporal, I had friends on that plane.

Yeah.

Well, friends die.

- Corporal. - (TWIG SNAPS)

(CLICKING)

TIBBET: (WHISPERS) Flash.

Thunder.

(TONGUE CLICKS)

(GRUNTS)

TIBBET: Welcome to France.

Hey, fellas!

- Shh. - DAWSON: (SOFTLY) Oh, sorry.

I was afraid it was just gonna be us three. (CHUCKLES)

He was afraid.

I was about to end it if I had to listen

to Annie Oakley over here for another minute.

FORD: Tibbet, how you doing on explosives?

I'm good.

Please tell me you got more than just Boyce with you.

Goddamn it. Sorry.

- You got your camera. - Oh, jeez. Huh?

- You brought your camera. - Yes.