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OK.

Charlie.

Watch out!

My hand!

Let's go!

Goddamn!

Oh, God!

We're running out of ammo!

We gotta get out of here!

Move!

Come on!

Come on, you can do it!

Come on!

We're out of ammo!

Joe...

Nobody else needs to die. We can go.

We can get out of here!

We got orders!

They told us to hold the position!

And that's what we're gonna do!

Get up, Marine! Hold the goddamn position!

Come on!

Get down!

Tommy!

Goddamn you!

Oh, no. No!

Help! I'm out! I'm out!

Come on! Come on!

Goddamn you, Joe Enders.

No. No!

No!

Raise your right hand.

"I..." State your full name...

I, Ben Yahzee...

"do solemnly swear to support and defend

the Constitution of the United States..."

do solemnly swear to support and defend

the Constitution of the United States...

"against all enemies, foreign and domestic..."

against all enemies, foreign and domestic...

Who can give me the code word for "tank"?

Come on.

You boys want to be codetalkers.

Show me some brains. Think!

What do we call a tank?

Chay-da-gahi.

Tortoise.

Good.

Artillery. Code word?

In code, Private Whitehorse.

Be-al-doh-tso-lani.

Very good.

Japanese zero. Code word?

Nobody else needs to die.

We can go. We can get out of there!

We got orders! They told us to hold the position!

Nice day, huh?

Joe?

Joe...

You didn't hear a word I said, did you?

That's what happens to a man when he's talking to a beautiful woman.

It happens when you're not watching my lips, Joe.

Watch this.

Hey.

You're a mess, Joe.

You're not fooling anybody.

No, Rita. He's a mess.

I'm getting better every day.

You got a perforated eardrum, Enders.

Your equilibrium's all screwy.

You can't go back to war if you can't stand up.

Let's go, Marines.

This war ain't gonna wait forever. Let's go.

Joe...

Let's go. Let's move it.

Why don't you just stay here, Joe?

Somebody's gotta keep the WAVEs company.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Marked improvement.

His left ear is the worse of the two?

Mm-hmm.

It's... amazing.

TBY hasn't got the range of the TBX.

So you may need to relay to get your transmission to command post.

But what it really comes down to

is speed and accuracy under pressure.

Transcribe now.

Victor, Victor. This is X-ray. Over.

Damn it, we got a unit under fire!

We're losing men.

I need this message decrypted.

"Request fire support.

"We have target at one-one-niner, Baker 1-5.

"Pill box with heavy machine gun.

Fire at will."

Beginner's luck.

You're up, Mac.

Corporal Enders reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease.

Done well as a Marine, Corporal.

Better than you did as a civilian.

Stole a motorbike, crashed it.

Got kicked out of high school.

Assault and battery...

on one Father Crispin O'Donnell?

A priest?

Assistant Principal at Archbishop Keenan High School, sir,

and head disciplinarian.

Public school boy myself.

Some minor problems in boot.

A commendation for valor in Shanghai.

And you made a hell of a stand on the Solomons.

Tough bit of business there, huh?

Pretty tough, sir.

But you're prepared to jump right back into it?

Yes, sir. Very much so.

Very much so.

Well...

The Japs have pretty much busted every code

we've thrown at them, Corporal.

Your men on the Solomons were lost to a broken code.

Tell me something.

You ever run into any Injuns on the Solomons?

Indians, sir?

Navajo, to be exact.

Corps has developed a new code based on their language.

It's had quite an impact.

So much so, the Navy have decided to go to great lengths to protect it.

That's why you're here.

You're to pair with one of them, keep his ass safe.

Your job is to keep him alive so he can do his job.

Begging the Major's pardon,

but I believe I'd best serve the Corps killing Japs,

not babysitting some Indian.

Enders, we didn't pick your name out of a hat.

We need good Marines.

That's why you're standing here.

Take a look.

It's a Navajo... or it was.

Tortured to death by Japanese Intelligence

trying to bust our code.

Fortunately, he couldn't help them even if he wanted to.

Sir?

The man's a Navajo, not a codetalker.

The code's based on their language,

but it is still a code.

Tojo would like nothing more than to catch a live one.

What I'm about to tell you, Corporal, cannot leave this room.

Under no circumstances can you allow your codetalker

to fall into enemy hands.

Your mission is to protect the code at all costs.

You understand me?

Yes, sir, I do.

Good.

Congratulations. You just made sergeant.

Both hands vertical.

Come on, ladies. Move it!

Fortino, take over.

Hey. That was you, right?

Sitting in front of the major's office?

Yeah. I'm Sergeant Pete Henderson.

They call me Ox.

Not 'cause of my big muscles or anything.

I'm from Oxnard, California.

Just north of Hollywood a ways.

So you're JASCO too, huh?

Hey, do you guys know where we might find 2nd Joint Assault Signal?

Thanks. Thanks a bunch.

They've never seen so many Navajo.

Looks like you got to see a little action there.

Me too.

Jap sons of bitches snuck up on us,

shot me right in the ass. You believe that shit?

I wasn't running or nothing.

Put 'em in the tent. Come on!

So, your duty with JASCO

have anything to do with these Navajo radiomen?

I'm not at liberty to say.

I see you got a new stripe there.

Me too.

So I'm guessing the same orders you ain't at liberty to tell me

are the same orders I ain't at liberty to tell you.

It's a hell of a thing, huh?

Ain't a democracy, Sergeant. It's the Marines.

Yeah.

Look pretty normal, I guess.

Expecting them to wear war paint?

Hey, maybe we ought to go introduce ourselves.

They look a little lost to me.

Henderson.

I wouldn't get too friendly.

How.

I'm just kidding.

I'm Ox. Whitehorse.

Yeah. This is Yahzee. Ben.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Close your eyes. It'll taste better.

Who's next?

Mind if I join you?

I'm Ben Yahzee.

Guess the Corps paired us up.

How are you doing?

You're blocking my view.

Oh, sorry.

What do they call this crap, anyway?

Marines call it chow.

Well, there's a propaganda effort.

Sorry. You know, you can have mine.

Oh, shit.

What did you say your name was again, Private?

It's Yahzee. Ben Yahzee.

Hold this.

Shit.

Oh, Jesus!

Bullshit.

Finally!

Come in for a couple more.

Let's go, let's go, let's go

All right?

Tell him I said hello.

All right, pair of cowboys for Big E.

Possible straight for the Greek.

Possible thumb up the Greek's ass.

Oh, a pair of twos for the kid. Looking good!

Oh, come on!

Now, there's a bold move.

All right.

Another mess for the Sunshine State.

Jesus, Ox. What, are you mad at me?

I just want your money. Hey, look at that!

Three nines! Pretty. You shuffle that deck?

I certainly did. Nine bets.

I'll raise it two bits.

Call.

We all got thumbs up our asses.

Yeah, well, you don't have to worry

about your thumb being up your ass much longer.

I got a buddy in Intelligence, says we're shipping out in a week.

Oh, yeah, sure. I've been hearing "next week" for a month.

I didn't know you knew anybody in Intelligence.

Next year'd be all right with me.

Gentlemen, read 'em and weep.

Look at that. Nines and fours.

Aw! Full boat, baby.

Cowboys over queens. Read 'em and die.

Aah!

Aw, Jesus!

Ouch. Ouch.

Fuck it. I'm out.

Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.

God knows what a girl will do without reassurance.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, Alex, I think we got a couple of seats opening up.

You want to come join us?

Are you serious?

What, Injun poker?

Hey, how do you boys do that again?

Card on the head?

Only fool can't see it is you.

You want to come on over or what?

Cut me in.

Say goodbye to your bishop, my friend.

All right, I'm thinking Fiery Cross,

Hey, don't let him scare ya.

You played a high-low game before,

it's like any other... A waste of time and money.

Why, ante up... Chief.

How'd you know I was a chief?

You must have seen me showering with my war bonnet.

All right.

Deal 'em up, deal 'em up.

You know, we don't take wampum here, you know.

Beautiful.

All right, then.

Orders finally came through.

We ship out tomorrow morning.

Yeah!

Destination: The island of Saipan,

which is one of the stepping stones

we gotta take on our roadshow to Tokyo.

It's of strategic importance that we capture this island.

We can get ourselves an advanced naval base

and an air strip to land and refuel B-29s

and get our bombers within range of Tokyo.

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil,

and there's 30,000 of them dug in.

They're gonna fight for every square inch, because it's their home,

but we're gonna take it away from 'em!

Yeah!

Kill me some Japs!

We're gonna be in front of the whole damn division.

We're gonna be the eyes and the ears.

We're gonna be sniffing out enemy positions,

coordinating the Naval gunfire...

Exactly what we've been training to do for the last four months.

All right?

Yeah!

Now, we got some new radiomen from headquarters.

Private Whitehorse...

and, uh, Yahzee.

And a couple of sergeants: Enders and Henderson,

who, if I'm understanding these orders correctly,

will be covering our Navajos' asses.

Welcome...

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

But I'm telling you,

we're gonna be stepping into our share of the shit.

Any questions?

Sounds like you're dying.

These might help get rid of the taste.

Charlie and I, we both lost it on the boat ride from San Diego.

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

Life Savers really helped.

Um, you want a Life Saver?

What are you doing here?

Just trying to help.

Not what I meant.

You mean, what am I doing in this uniform?

It's my war, too, Sergeant.

I'm fighting for my country,

for my land, for my people.

It's not your people I'm worried about.

Listen, Enders...

I'm a codetalker.

It takes me two and a half minutes

to do what used to take an hour.

Now, somebody wearing a lot more stripes than you

thinks that's worth something.

Remind me to time you when you got bullets flying over your head.

What the hell is wrong with you?

♪ Shave his belly with a rusty razor

♪ Shave his belly with a rusty razor

♪ Shave his belly with a rusty razor

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ From the halls of Montezuma

♪ To the shores of Tripoli

♪ We will fight our country's battles

♪ On the land and on the sea

♪ First to fight for right and freedom

♪ And to keep our honor clean

♪ We are proud to claim the title

♪ Of United States Marines ♪

Hi.

How's that ear?

Not that you'd ever admit it,

but if is starts aching, take a couple of those

and call me in the morning.

You're not gonna be here in the morning, are you?

Shipping out without even buying me a drink.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, hustling Marines.

What's your poison?

Jeez, I might as well go all out.

I'll get a shot of something.

Um, rum.

Eddy, give me a shot of Bacardi.

Make that two.

Might as well join me, huh?

Why not?

OK.

Thank you.

Well, uh... to war.

Come on! Let's go, let's go!

Get those men spread out!

Charlie, come on! Come on, come on!

Keep on moving!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on!

How am I doing? You're good, Nell. You're good.

I got something for ya, bastards!

Let's go!

Stay on my ass.

Come on, men! Everybody get on line!

Right here!

I told you to stay on my ass!

- Stay low. - Get out of there!

Take that, son of a bitch!

Stay low!

Go, men! Keep moving!

Let's go, men!

Get him out of there!

Get me out of here!

Come on!

Hold still. You gotta hold still.

Get him out of there!

You sons of bitches!

Fortino, cover me!

Whitehorse, get down!

Get down!

Corpsman!

Helmet goes on your head!

Corpsman!

Take care of him.

Put a hand on this!

Tank, tank, tank!

You ready?

Yeah. Go! Go!

Harrigan, light it up!

Let's go, boys! Keep up the fight!

Let's go!

Are you OK? You hit? You hit?

You're OK, you're OK. You're good, you're good.

You're good, you're good, you're...

Are you OK, Chick? Still on the hunt, Gunny.

Ox needs more ammo!

Harri?

You ain't getting rid of me that easy!

Stay low! Nellie! Pappas!

Yeah, we're good.

Greek's predisposed to hyperventilate.

What?

I can't breathe when I get excited.

Goddamn!

Must be hell on your gal!

Enders, get the Navy on the horn

and tell them to dig out those guns!

Target reference, dog one right 700.

Elevation 050.

Relay the damn coordinates!

Arizona!

Target reference, dog one south 700, elevation 050.

Right 200!

Up 50!

Fire for effect!

Let's go!

Move!

Harrigan!

Torch the box!

Kill him!

Goddamn it.

Shit!

Nellie! Take the satchel charge!

You hear me?! Move!

You're gonna cover me, right?

I'll go with you. We flank left.

I'll cover you. Smoke and cover.

I can do this.

I can do this.

Smoke 'em up!

Right there!

Cover up!

Holy shit!

Shit. Goddamn Nipponese touchdown.

I'll have some of that.

Biscuits? How can you ruin biscuits?

You are a whiny son of a bitch right now, are ya?

2200 hours in jungle hell.

What does that make it on the East Coast?

How the fucking hell should I know?

Seven...

It's eight A.M. Sunday morning.

I hope my side of the bed didn't get taken up Saturday night.

I'm telling you, Nel. You're gonna give yourself an ulcer

if you keep worrying about her.

Yeah, I might get my ass sent back to Rhodie, though.

There's plenty of dollies outside of Rhode Island, Nel.

Any plenty.

Yeah, well, there sure as shit ain't any here.

Ain't that the truth.

That's 'cause they're all in Daytona Beach.

The most beautiful women in the world.

This one time, before the war, I'm lying on the beach,

and this sweet little thing named Molly

comes out of the water.

She walks straight up to me and asks me if I'm hungry

'cause she's having a weenie roast.

Shit! Damn.

Yeah, me and Molly, oh, boy.

Now I'm on Saipan with this giant Zippo strapped to my back,

and I'm roasting human beings.

Why I volunteered... beyond me.

Damn, I'm proud to be here.

My whole family's been in the Corps.

My old man, he's a lifer.

An ass-kicker on the land and on the sea.

Around the house, too.

Maybe now he'll back off.

Pappas...

I want you to do me a favor.

If anything should happen to me,

can you make sure that my wife gets this?

I mean, she picked 'em out and all.

Don't talk like that now.

You don't even joke about shit like that.

Now, you put that ring back on. You're going home.

Hey.

Don't thank me till you've tried it.

You missed mail call.

What the hell are they doing?

I don't know. They've been doing it since sundown.

Sounds like some kind of prayer.

Maybe they know our orders.

Think you could do it, Joe?

Give it a rest, Henderson.

Give it a rest? I keep trying,

but I'm here to kill Japs, not Marines.

What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?

Getting on my uniform.

You know the difference between you and a Jap, Yahzee?

Huh?

Is that uniform.

That's it.

See, I know you people.

I know what kind of slanty-eyed savage you are, boy.

You ought to be careful out here all alone.

No babysitter.

I might just take you for a Jap.

Are you gonna let me get dressed, Chick,

or keep demonstrating what an ignorant fool you are?

Yeah, how's that for ignorant fool, huh?

Go ahead. Try again.

Are you gonna do something? Huh?

Chick! Come on!

Get off me!

You OK, Ben? Yeah.

Ben? Shit.

I thought he was a Jap.

You know, killed some Marine for that uniform.

Sure you did, Chick.

Damn Injun looks just like a Jap, don't he?

I'm no damn Injun.

I'm Navajo... of the Bitter Water People.

Born for the Towering House Clan.

But you do look like a Nip.

Decide to take a bath, Private,

you let me know, or I'll kick your ass.

Fucking shitbird.

Supposed to be all the time, I thought.

Hunting salmon and shit.hitbird.

That ceremony you saw last night,

it's called a protection ceremony.

Navajo believe, until a body's given a proper burial,

stay near it.

"Chendis." That's what we call evil spirits.

Stay near it. Demons.

I haven't thought "C much about it what we since I was a kid,

till I saw those dead bodies.

You telling me you saw ghosts, Private?

That's right.

Smeared ash on my forehead.

You ever see ghosts?

That's an order.

Are you, uh, self-taught?

My dad was always playing.

You know what they say: If you can't beat 'em...

Yeah. No shit.

My dad, he gave me this thing.

Used to call me the Pied Piper of the pigs.

I used to bring them in for feeding with this little tune I played.

I know I ain't gonna get you to quit playing that thing,

so, uh, like you just said, you can't beat 'em...

I don't think it's gonna work.

Well, ain't got much else to do out here. What the hell?

OK.

All right, you lead off.

I'll follow you.

Dear Joe...

How the hell are you?

Well, given that you're not much of a writer,

should I not expect an answer?

The newspapers say our boys are doing great,

but I don't think the reporters have been

to Kaneohe Bay Hospital.

I found a stray dog the other day on Waikiki.

I gave him a bath and took him in.

He reminded me of you, but cuter.

At least he keeps me warm at night.

I try not to think about you,

about what might be happening over there.

But sometimes when I'm lying in bed,

I can't keep myself from wondering where you are,

how you're doing.

What the hell are you doing?

Writing a letter to my son.

You forget your orders?

No letters out.

Command don't want postmarks going to the reservation.

Hey! You hear me?!

I thought that he might read 'em when I get home.

What's his name?

Your son.

It's George. George Washington.

George Washington Yahzee.

It's got a bit of a ring to it.

My wife wasn't so sure.

She's a little more traditional.

Nice-looking family. Let's see it, Yahz.

Yeah, that George, he's quite a character.

He's got a mind of his own.

Ahh.

Let me see.

Can I try one of those?

You smoke?

Not really.

Oh! Look out!

Look out! Stay down!

Get off the truck!

Move it to the right!

Dismount! Get out of the truck!

Let's go! Let's go!

Follow me! Let's go!

I'm hit!

Yahzee!

Yahzee!

I'm hit!

Aah! Just take it off!

It burns! Uhh!

You're not hit!

Just shut up! You're not hit!

Just move into the tree line!

Son of a bitch!

Move!

Where the hell are they coming from?

From us.

What?!

We're getting shot at by our own men?!

We're supposed to be on road 04!

Get the regiment on the horn! I can't!

And tell them they're shelling their own! I can't!

This radio's out! It's been hit!

They're firing too short, Gunny!

The Japs gotta be way ahead of us. Do something!

Shit. Follow me!

We're on the wrong fucking road! Goddamn it!

Oh, God.

You son of a bitch.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

I got you, Mac!

I got you!

Aah!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Nellie!

Come on!

You were right, Joe.

I do look like a Nip.

What the hell are you talking about?

Putting on that Jap uniform,

trying to get ahold of one of their radios,

call off our guns. That's stupid.

Shut up. Let him talk. He's not going out there.

You're not the one in charge here, Enders.

I got orders, Gunny. He's my responsibility!

Sons of bitches!

You killed your own!

What's wrong with you?!

You killed your own, sons of bitches!

You killed your own!

You sure you're up to this?

Find out soon enough, sir.

What the hell are you doing there?

I'm going with him...

if that's OK with you.

Give me a rifle.

Horyo-da.

That's Jap for "prisoner."

Horyo-da.

Horyo-da.

All right, everybody be ready.

- You got grenades? - We got two.

Horyo-da!

Now!

Hit me. Hit me.

Horyo-da!

Aah!

Aah! Please don't hit me!

Die!

Yahzee!

Kill him!

Goddamn it! Kill him!

Get on the radio!

Bowie White, Bowie White, this is Carson Red!

Bowie White, Bowie White, this is Carson Red!

Cease fire!

Cease fire! You're shelling Marines!

Goddamn!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Add 3-2-5! Fire for effect!

Redirect fire! Add 3-2-5! Fire for effect!

Let's go!

Crank it up! Crank it up!

Let's go! Commence fire!

Fire!

Yeah!

Well, I'll be.

Colonel, can I help you, sir?

I'm looking for Sergeant, uh, Enders.

Joseph F. Enders.

Enders!

Yes, sir?

Report I read claims you went above and beyond.

Sir?

You've been recommended for commendation,

and I concur.

But I don't see any point in you having to wait around

for all those formalities to work themselves out,

not when I got one of these handy.

Congratulations, Enders.

You saved a lot of Marines.

I wasn't alone in that, sir.

I couldn't have done it without Private Ben Yahzee.

Oh. Right.

The, uh, Indian.

Begging the Colonel's pardon,

he's a Navajo, of the Bitter Water People,

born for the Towering House Clan.

Of course.

Navajo.

Towering Cl... House Clan.

You keep up the good work, Enders.

Send that to Nellie's wife.

You ever not miss mail call, Enders?

My mom says if somebody takes the time to write a letter,

you should read the letter.

Does she let you drink, your mother?

No, but she's not here.

What is it?

Well, it ain't Chianti, I'll tell you that.

It's rice wine. It's Jap sake, but it does the trick.

How much of this crap do you have, anyway?

You have a little trouble with that ear, don't you, Joe?

Oh, real problem's the inner ear.

It's anvils and stirrups and shit.

I'm a little out of balance.

You done good on that hill today, Yahzee.

I bet I surprised the shit out of you.

That was a noble thing that you did, Joe...

To give your Silver Star to Nellie's wife.

I don't give a shit about medals.

First one they gave me...

I threw it into the ocean.

What'd you get that one for?

For not dying.

The 15 men who fought with me got decorated too, for dying.

So...

Lieutenant was killed the night before.

None of the sergeants

even made it out of the landing craft, so...

That left me in charge. It was my first command.

Orders were to hold

some shitty swamp marsh on the ass end of nowhere.

And I did.

All of the men under my command...

Men who trusted me...

Who begged me to pull back...

Not one of them made it.

Just one stupid asshole.

And for that they gave me the Silver Star.

What were their names?

It might be good to tell a story about 'em,

to know who they were and what they were like.

What a magical pile of Navajo horseshit.

What the hell for?

To honor them.

Their memory.

You know, it wasn't your fault, Joe.

You were just following orders.

Yeah.

I'm a good fucking Marine.

That's why they gave me this detail.

Yeah.

I'm a fucking Marine.

Joe!

Goddamn you, Joe Enders.

Really.

It's all right.

Come on, Joe. I got ya.

What the fuck?!

I ain't that drunk, Yahzee. You cut that horseshit out.

Yeah, I'm gonna take my daddy's strawberries,

mix 'em in with a Swedish concoction called yogurt.

God willing, America will develop a taste.

What about you, Charlie? What's life got in store for you after this mess?

Sheep.

Charlie's family owns the biggest flock

in the Four Corners area.

No shit?

You a rich man, Whitehorse?

We do OK.

Taxis... a whole stinkin' fleet of them.

That's how I'm making my millions.

And then I'm going back to the motherland.

I'm gonna build myself a villa on the cliffs of Santorini.

Ah, Santorini, my friends. That's living.

Sounds nice.

What about you, Zee?

I'm thinking about teaching.

Ah. Teaching.

Bring a little something back to the reservation?

Actually, more interested in bringing

some of the reservation back to the world.

Hoping to teach college... American history.

Oh, that's just what we need.

Yahzee teaching college boys

about Custer's scalping at Little Bighorn.

And what about Kit Carson

and what they did to the Navajo in the Long Walk?

You ever read about that, Chick?

Didn't think so.

Ooh.

How about you, Joe?

What?

What are you doing after this mess?

It's gotta end sometime.

Dear Joe...

We got great news today.

President Roosevelt announced the end of blackouts on Hawaii.

We thought the day would never come.

There's still a 10:00 curfew,

but it doesn't matter to me.

After a 12-hour shift, I'm too tired

to do anything but write letters.

There is a real sense

that the war is going well and could be over soon.

I think about you more and more...

if you're alive or dead out there.

I check the mail every day,

knowing there's going to be an answer.

Are you reading these, Joe?

Are you listening?

Secure. Clear.

We've secured the left side.

Area's secure.

Set up defense positions.

Chick, bed 'em down for the night.

Harry?

That's starting to sound like somethin'.

I didn't know you were an artist.

Oh, it's stupid.

It's just, uh... something I would do as a kid

on my grandmother's kitchen table.

Are you Catholic?

I used to be.

I was thinking about when they confirmed me.

I was eight, and they anointed me with the holy water.

And I remember...

they told me I was a soldier of Christ.

I guess somewhere along the way, I must have switched units.

It's oil.

Huh?

They don't use holy water to confirm.

They use oil.

I was raised Catholic, too.

Mission school on the reservation.

It's funny.

The fathers didn't like us talking Navajo at Mass.

Of course, one Sunday I forgot.

They punished me

by tying me to the radiator in the basement for two days.

I think I was eight, too.

Well, they're sure letting you talk Navajo now.

Yeah.

You know, when this is over

maybe you should come out to Navajo country.

Monument Valley is a beautiful place.

It's peaceful.

You know, we could do some things

that you don't do in the Corps,

like ride horses,

eat fry bread,

do some hunting.

Horses.

It's a pretty long drive to Arizona.

But it might be worth it.

You know, you could meet my son,

and he could meet Joe Enders,

the guy who watched over

Daddy's scrawny ass.

You must be a very good father, Ben.

Ben.

You've never called me that before.

Enders.

What kind of name is that, anyway?

It's Italian.

Used to be Endrolfini before some asshole at Ellis Island

got ahold of it.

Captain needs to code a message back to command post.

You the Indian?

Yeah, I'm the Indian.

It's just a few minutes' drive.

We'll get you back in no time.

I need to speak with you, Gunny.

Yeah. Give me a second.

I got this with the mail today.

You ever had pickled herring?

I need out.

What the hell are you talking about?

This detail.

My duty.

Can't do it.

Well, I need you, Enders.

Yeah. You've been saving a lot of Marines.

I'm requesting mast with Battalion Commander.

I want out.

Oh, yeah?

You and me and every other mother's son.

We all want out.

Well, as long as there's a Tojo and a Hitler out there,

we have to keep on fighting. Is that understood?

You're not hearing me.

I'm hearing you just fine.

Now, there's a war going on worldwide,

and it ain't being waged on your wants and wishes.

Now you get some sack time. That's an order.

Goddamn it! I can't do it!

I can't perform my duty!

Oh...

Hey there, sweetheart.

Hi. It's OK.

You don't have to cry. You're gonna be all right.

I got a present for ya.

It's chocolate.

You see, you eat it, and it's good.

Mmm! It's good.

You want some?

Oh...

You're gonna have to chew it next time. Here.

Harrigan, let's go!

Incoming!

Run!

Go! Run!

Harrigan! Make a run!

Come on! To me!

Harrigan!

Keep moving, keep moving!

Fall back!

Help! Help!

I can't let 'em take us.

What are you talking about?

No, he's gone.

Enders!

I can't find Ox or Whitehorse.

Have you seen them?

He's over there.

Oh, shit.

This was supposed to be a secured area.

What happened?!

I killed him.

You what?

I took my grenade, and...

I threw it and I blew him up.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

Yahzee!

Yahzee, no!

Get up!

Come on, get up!

Come on. You can do it.

Yahzee... Let him go.

Yahzee, no.

Why can't... Come on. Do it. Do it!

No.

You know, Whitehorse...

He saved my bacon.

I wonder what George Armstrong Custer would make of that.

I remember my granddaddy sitting on the porch,

talking 'bout hunting Injuns

like he was talking 'bout

gophers or somethin'.

About getting paid $3 per Comanche ear.

I know. Gets you thinking.

Another 50 years, who knows?

We could be sitting down with the Nipponese,

drinking their sake, shooting the shit,

looking for somebody else's ass to kick.

You think too much.

First time I ever been accused of that.

Thought I told you not to go traipsing around on your own.

You know, Charlie blessed my son

in the Navajo way the day he was born.

He wondered about cowboys watching Indians' backs.

Something about it didn't seem right.

I thought it was Charlie just being Charlie.

He didn't even wanna come to this damn war.

I talked him into it.

Maybe you made a mistake.

Maybe we all did.

I was following orders, Ben.

My orders were to protect the code.

If one of you got caught,

talked, the code would be useless.

I was following orders, Ben.

Of course you were, Joe.

You're a damn good fucking Marine.

The Viking wants to see you.

He says right away.

I want you to brief everybody, make clear what's happening.

All right. I got no problem with point, Gunny.

Yeah. The 8th is moving out already,

and we need to be ahead of 'em.

The destination is that big piece of rock

you see over there,

the last defensible ridge on this island.

Now, thinking is we take the mount,

Saipan is pretty much ours.

Yesterday bombers beat the shit out of that rock.

The brass is nervous.

They expected more resistance over there.

Now they want us to go over and check it out.

So where the hell they got us now?

Well, going up the mountain.

Have ourselves a little peek.

That codetalker is out front for a reason.

That's exactly where I need him to be.

If there's still a problem between the two of you,

I would like to straighten that out right here, right now.

No problem here, Gunny.

That's good.

But there's still one here.

You just do what you're supposed to do, Sergeant.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Enders!

You got another letter.

Freeze!

Jesus Christ!

We're in the middle of a goddamn minefield!

Chick's gonna get us out. Right, Chick?

Sure, I am.

One line after Chick.

Pappas.

Pappas!

Move, Greek.

I'm gonna get my fucking balls blown off out here!

Yahzee! Stop!

Move out!

Yahzee!

Hey!

Nice shooting, Pap.

The 8th's moving in.

We better check out the other side.

Got it.

You all right?

Chick, you take the left flank.

Enders, you go right, and we'll cover you with a 30. On it.

All right?

OK, let's go!

Move!

Hjelmstad!

Help him up!

Gunny!

All right.

Christ.

Joe! Joe!

Tear him open.

You want morphine?!

You want morphine?!

Yeah!

You'll be all right.

Goddamn it, Yahzee! Get over here!

Fuck!

Chick, stay with him.

I got you.

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

I told you to stay with Gunny.

Gunny's gone.

We're not gonna make it out of here, are we, Joe?

I'm running out of ammo here, Joe.

I don't wanna die in this shithole.

You're not gonna die.

Nobody else is gonna die.

We're gonna make it.

We're gonna make it out of here.

8th's caught out in the open!

We gotta call in the flyboys!

I'm gonna get that radio!

Cover me!

Cover me! I'm going!

Stay back!

Fuckers!

Aah!

It won't bring your friends back.

What do you know about friends?

Get us some air support!

Bowie White, this is Carson Red, Arizona.

I say again, Carson Red, Arizona.

Coordinates! 2-20, Mike, 3-6!

Let's go.

We're gonna make it out of here.

Damn it, Joe.

Just get it over with.

Shut up, Ben.

Do it, Joe.

Do it!

No one else is gonna die, Ben.

No one else is dying.

Aah!

Joe, we did it.

Oh, G... Oh, Joe.

We saved a lot of Marines today.

Yeah, we did, Ben.

Charlie... You know I didn't want to.

Right?

Hail Mary, full of grace,

our Lord is with thee.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us...

I got the last of them, Joe.

His name was Joe Enders, from South Philadelphia.

He was a fierce warrior.

A good Marine.

If you ever tell a story about him, George...

Say he was my friend.