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# I've gone away | 0:00:21 | 0:00:28 | |
# For to stay | 0:00:28 | 0:00:32 | |
# A little while | 0:00:32 | 0:00:37 | |
# But I'm coming back | 0:00:37 | 0:00:41 | |
# I'm coming back | 0:00:41 | 0:00:46 | |
# If it be 10,000 miles. # | 0:00:46 | 0:00:54 | |
OK. Line 'em up! | 0:01:33 | 0:01:35 | |
Hey. | 0:01:50 | 0:01:52 | |
Hey you. | 0:01:52 | 0:01:53 | |
Get that pooch out of here. Do you want to get him killed? | 0:01:53 | 0:01:58 | |
All right, all right, come on. Quit stalling. | 0:02:00 | 0:02:04 | |
So long, Arab. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:06 | |
So long, baby. | 0:02:06 | 0:02:07 | |
All right, all right. You heard the lieutenant. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:12 | |
What's the matter with the dog, huh? | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
You poor little fella. He's going to freeze out there. | 0:02:18 | 0:02:22 | |
Goodbye, Arab. | 0:02:25 | 0:02:28 | |
Why, thanks. | 0:02:32 | 0:02:34 | |
What do you want me to do...? | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
DOG WHIMPERS | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
Correspondent, huh? You'll want to get up to the front, don't you? | 0:02:49 | 0:02:54 | |
Well, get in. | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
Oh, no. Come on, come on, get in. Make it snappy. | 0:02:56 | 0:02:59 | |
Make room for this guy. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:00 | |
He ain't a bad guy, is he? | 0:03:05 | 0:03:08 | |
All right, let's get moving. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
Hey, Cookie. What are you going to call that perp? Betty Gordon? | 0:03:49 | 0:03:53 | |
Lay off the Gorky, he's my territory. | 0:03:55 | 0:03:57 | |
-Who's Betty Gordon? -The kid's been waiting for a letter from her ever since we left the States. | 0:04:00 | 0:04:05 | |
-Guess you're getting off at the first air base, ain't ya, pops? -Why? -Correspondent, ain't ya? | 0:04:08 | 0:04:14 | |
The flyers are the guys you guys always write about. The Hollywood heroes. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:19 | |
We're just the mugs along for the ride, that's all. | 0:04:19 | 0:04:22 | |
Just for the ride. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:23 | |
-Ask Wing, he'll tell ya. -Yeah. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
Just one plane and you're all dead ducks. | 0:04:26 | 0:04:29 | |
Just one plane and it's... | 0:04:29 | 0:04:31 | |
All right, men. Unload. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:47 | |
-How far up are you going, Mr, er...? -Pyle. End of the line, if it's all right with you? | 0:04:53 | 0:05:00 | |
Sure. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:01 | |
Pyle. You say Pyle? Say, aren't you the fella that rights that column about weekend trips or something? | 0:05:01 | 0:05:08 | |
Mostly about "something". | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
That's a pretty good-looking outfit you've got. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:13 | |
Well, we're not an outfit yet. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
-Maybe by this time tomorrow we will be. -Load 'em up! | 0:05:15 | 0:05:19 | |
All right. Come on, men. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:20 | |
On the truck. Load up. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
Come on. On the double. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:24 | |
Come to think of it, you know, my old man reads your column. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:29 | |
He thinks it's great. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
Well, I'll be darned. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
All right, men. Let's get up. | 0:05:34 | 0:05:36 | |
Hey, fellas. Get a load of this! Artie Shaw! | 0:05:59 | 0:06:02 | |
JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
So in check. Out of this world. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:29 | |
Gee whizz, Murph. I wish you weren't so warm. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:43 | |
Sort of cold out here in the open. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:46 | |
I'm cutting my legs off. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
No, jeez, you don't have to do that. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:50 | |
I hear we're getting in the real business tomorrow. | 0:06:50 | 0:06:54 | |
Well, as far as I'm concerned, they can deal me out. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:58 | |
The infantry ain't so worse. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:00 | |
Look, this is a modern war, ain't it? | 0:07:00 | 0:07:03 | |
And I'm a modern guy, and the modern age is up in the air. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:06 | |
That's where I belong, not down here. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:10 | |
They only wussed you out cos you're too big. It ain't your fault. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:14 | |
I'll cut my legs off! | 0:07:14 | 0:07:15 | |
If you had to sneak something out the village, why didn't you bring something in skirts? | 0:07:15 | 0:07:20 | |
-I'm not... -Shhh! | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
Don't interrupt the music. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:25 | |
Listen. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:27 | |
JAZZ CONTINUES PLAYING | 0:07:27 | 0:07:28 | |
Murder! | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
Ja! | 0:07:31 | 0:07:32 | |
'This is Berlin, bringing you the jive music of Artie Shaw.' | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
-Axis Sally. -'Nothing sweeter or hotter in the world, is there?' | 0:07:42 | 0:07:47 | |
'Remind you of Rosalind? | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
'Sylvia? | 0:07:49 | 0:07:51 | |
'Phyllis? Nancy? | 0:07:51 | 0:07:55 | |
'Mary-Ellen? | 0:07:55 | 0:07:57 | |
'Daisy?' | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
AXIS SALLY CHUCKLES | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
'You bet it does.' | 0:08:02 | 0:08:04 | |
'Summer nights. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:10 | |
'The jukebox down the road. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:14 | |
'Cokes.' | 0:08:14 | 0:08:15 | |
'Double malts.' | 0:08:17 | 0:08:18 | |
'A girl's soft laughter in the moonlight.' | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
'Tomorrow, you boys of the 18th Infantry will meet our armies for the first time. | 0:08:26 | 0:08:32 | |
'Armies that have beaten the world. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:35 | |
'The French, the British, the Russians! | 0:08:35 | 0:08:38 | |
'What chance do you stand?' | 0:08:38 | 0:08:42 | |
-Says you! -When we get through with you guys! | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
'Why not be sensible? | 0:08:46 | 0:08:49 | |
'Be sensible and surrender.' | 0:08:49 | 0:08:51 | |
Oh, yeah? | 0:08:51 | 0:08:54 | |
'Be my guests in Germany. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:56 | |
'Dance with our lovely girls. | 0:08:56 | 0:08:58 | |
'They know how to... | 0:08:58 | 0:09:00 | |
'to entertain nice young men like you.' | 0:09:00 | 0:09:07 | |
Save one for me, sister! | 0:09:07 | 0:09:09 | |
-I'll be right there! -What a voice. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:13 | |
AXIS SALLY GIGGLES | 0:09:13 | 0:09:14 | |
What a...bedroom. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
What a... | 0:09:18 | 0:09:20 | |
Announcing Germany's latest hit, | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
with lyrics written especially for my handsome American friends. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:28 | |
# Light for me a cigarette | 0:09:28 | 0:09:33 | |
# In that small cafe where we met | 0:09:33 | 0:09:39 | |
# Let me feel your fingertips | 0:09:39 | 0:09:44 | |
# Linda, Linda | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
# On my lips | 0:09:46 | 0:09:50 | |
# Where true lovers used to be | 0:09:50 | 0:09:53 | |
# Are there echoes | 0:09:54 | 0:09:57 | |
# Waiting for me? | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
# And do you | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
# Still wait for me, too? | 0:10:02 | 0:10:08 | |
# As Linda, my love | 0:10:08 | 0:10:15 | |
# I wait for you. # | 0:10:15 | 0:10:21 | |
There's a piece of furniture... I'd love to push around. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:28 | |
-Turn that radio off! -It was Nazi music, now it's mine. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:32 | |
Our first German prisoner. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
Hey, Pop! | 0:10:43 | 0:10:44 | |
Why wasn't you born a beautiful dame? | 0:10:46 | 0:10:50 | |
-Or even an ugly one? -Why don't you guys pipe down? | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
All right, all right! | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
Goodnight, boys. | 0:10:58 | 0:11:00 | |
Tonight I dream in Technicolor. | 0:11:00 | 0:11:04 | |
Hey, how much further we got to go? | 0:12:00 | 0:12:03 | |
About 20 miles. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
-How far? -20 miles. Then you get out and walk another 10. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:11 | |
You know, to get the stiffness out of you. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:13 | |
Where are we going, China? | 0:12:13 | 0:12:15 | |
REPETITIVE EXPLOSIONS | 0:12:17 | 0:12:19 | |
Hey, that's ours. 105s. There. 88. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:23 | |
I thought you said 20 miles. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:01 | |
That's what I said. 20 miles. | 0:13:01 | 0:13:03 | |
Plane! | 0:13:04 | 0:13:05 | |
PLANE SWOOPS | 0:13:05 | 0:13:07 | |
GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS | 0:13:08 | 0:13:11 | |
I didn't even see it. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:26 | |
-Hey, what did I tell you guys about the air corps? -They stink! | 0:13:35 | 0:13:39 | |
-Look at them scram! -yellow bellies! | 0:13:39 | 0:13:41 | |
All right, men. In the truck. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:02 | |
Come on, make it snappy. The medics will take care of him. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:05 | |
Come on, come on. On the double. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
First death's always the worst. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:16 | |
I suppose so. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:18 | |
On the double, men. Let's get in. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
I guess he won't ever get a letter from that Betty Gordon dame now. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
That makes him even. She won't get no more from him neither. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:06 | |
DOG CRIES | 0:15:07 | 0:15:11 | |
What's Gorky's last name? | 0:15:20 | 0:15:22 | |
Henderson. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:24 | |
Well, Mr Pyle, this is the end of the line. | 0:15:46 | 0:15:49 | |
We're liable to run into trouble from here on. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:52 | |
A couple of jeeps going back. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:57 | |
Mind if I, er, go all the way? | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
Well, it's your funeral. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
Right. Follow me, men. | 0:16:06 | 0:16:07 | |
-Is this trip necessary? -Yes. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:12 | |
I could be in Tulsa now. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:14 | |
Yeah, we're getting amphibious. | 0:17:09 | 0:17:11 | |
All right, men. Fall out. Fall out. | 0:17:40 | 0:17:43 | |
Hey! Where's the little guy? | 0:17:51 | 0:17:54 | |
-Pops? -What do you mean Pops? Ernie. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:59 | |
Ernie's a little way back. | 0:17:59 | 0:18:01 | |
He's over 38, he don't need to be here. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:08 | |
Be here?! He can even go home! | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
Fall in! | 0:18:24 | 0:18:25 | |
Hey, how about my getting my name in the paper? Harry Fletcher of Estherville, Ohio. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:20 | |
-What'll I say? -Oh, anything. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:22 | |
Just so the folks back home see my name in the paper. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:25 | |
Hey, Ernie. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:27 | |
Tell Cleveland Joe McClusky's winning the war. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:30 | |
Single-handed. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:31 | |
'Winning the war single-handed. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:40 | |
'Joe McClusky, who mixed sodas in the corner drugstore | 0:19:40 | 0:19:46 | |
'and Harry Fletcher who just hung out his law shingle. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:50 | |
'Danny Goodman who checked your oil in the summer and studied medicine in the fall. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:55 | |
'And here they are with guns in their hands, facing a deadly enemy in a strange and far away land.' | 0:19:55 | 0:20:02 | |
'This was their baptism of fire.' | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
THUNDEROUS EXPLOSIONS | 0:20:06 | 0:20:09 | |
'It was chaos, indefinable. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
'Growing up the brink of possible death in the night-time. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:30 | |
'Buzzing, afraid. | 0:20:30 | 0:20:33 | |
'Each facing the worst moment of his life - alone.' | 0:20:33 | 0:20:37 | |
'It was a battle without let-up. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
'And it was going against us.' | 0:20:42 | 0:20:45 | |
The only thing between us and them is borders. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:49 | |
Not many men. It's a lucky thing... | 0:20:49 | 0:20:53 | |
Trouble to Walker, over. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:55 | |
Can't seem to reach Walker. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:21:01 | 0:21:02 | |
First Battalion. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
I see. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
Colonel Hann isn't back from reconnaissance yet. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
-Who is it, Ralph? -Captain Horton, Sir. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:15 | |
Reporting four of his mortars knocked out. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:17 | |
He's pretty badly shot up. | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
Tell him to pull back to hill 148 and dig in. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:24 | |
Right, sir. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
D Company. Hello. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:29 | |
Hello. | 0:21:29 | 0:21:32 | |
D Company. Hello. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:34 | |
Hello. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
They don't answer. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
-Keep trying. -Right, Sir. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:44 | |
Hello? | 0:21:48 | 0:21:49 | |
They're pouring more and more strength through the pass. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:53 | |
Yeah, and despite all the fairy stories, | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
one good green man can't beat a seasoned and crafty veteran. | 0:21:58 | 0:22:03 | |
Especially when the veteran's got more and better guns, tanks, planes. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:10 | |
One thing we can do is throw in Vincent's tank. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:14 | |
Vincent's through. They knocked him out when they came through the pass. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:19 | |
There it is. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
All we got in front of us is Roberts' and Walker's outfits. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:26 | |
Little more than a company. | 0:22:26 | 0:22:27 | |
There is some hot coffee and beans on the fire, Sir. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
No, thanks. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
-I think I could use some. -Me too. | 0:22:32 | 0:22:35 | |
D company. Hello. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:38 | |
Hello? | 0:22:38 | 0:22:39 | |
They don't answer. | 0:22:43 | 0:22:44 | |
OK. | 0:22:44 | 0:22:47 | |
AIRCRAFT RUMBLING ABOVE | 0:22:47 | 0:22:50 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
How's it going, Walker? | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
We're holding out OK, sir, but the phone went dead. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:11 | |
Captain Roberts sent me up to see if there was... | 0:23:11 | 0:23:14 | |
if there was any change in plans or what. | 0:23:14 | 0:23:17 | |
No. No change yet. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:24 | |
Better stick around for a while. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
Hello, Bill. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:39 | |
Hello, Ernie. | 0:23:39 | 0:23:40 | |
THUNDERING EXPLOSION | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
Coffee? | 0:24:00 | 0:24:02 | |
Thanks. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:03 | |
'Day to Hunt, over.' | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
Hunt to Day. Come in, over. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
'Withdrawing tanks, withdrawing tanks. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:43 | |
'Position Zebra 87. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
'Zebra 87.' | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
'Over and out.' | 0:24:48 | 0:24:49 | |
Put those papers in the fireplace. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:02 | |
Burn them, Sir? | 0:25:02 | 0:25:03 | |
EXPLOSIONS | 0:25:03 | 0:25:05 | |
Not yet. | 0:25:05 | 0:25:07 | |
EXPLOSIONS | 0:25:10 | 0:25:12 | |
Lieutenant Walker, Lieutenant Walker. | 0:25:24 | 0:25:26 | |
-What is it, Sergeant? -Lieutenant Walker. | 0:25:26 | 0:25:29 | |
-Got to see the lieutenant. -Here I am. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:31 | |
Never saw anything like it in my life. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
Never saw anything like it in my life, Sir. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
-Never... -Take it easy. Take it easy, boy. | 0:25:36 | 0:25:40 | |
There were heavy tanks. Over-ran our position. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:46 | |
Point-blank. Point-blank, Sir. | 0:25:46 | 0:25:49 | |
I had to get out. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:51 | |
I got some of the men behind the hill. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:55 | |
Did the best I could, Sir. Did the best I could! | 0:25:55 | 0:25:58 | |
Lears. | 0:25:58 | 0:26:01 | |
Burn the papers. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:04 | |
This is the first time I ever had to | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
pull any outfit out of anywhere. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:10 | |
Wonder when we're going to start winning this war. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:13 | |
Notify the companies we're pulling out. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:15 | |
-Save what we can for another day. -All right, men. On your feet. | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
YELLS: All right, men! On your feet! | 0:26:18 | 0:26:21 | |
-Hey, fella. -Come on. He's dead. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:27 | |
EXPLOSIONS | 0:26:27 | 0:26:29 | |
Scram. Scram. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:36 | |
Over and out. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
This is Corporal to Jones. This is Corporal to Jones. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:42 | |
Come in, over. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:44 | |
Scram. Scram. Over and out. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:48 | |
American boys, beaten. | 0:26:55 | 0:26:57 | |
Beaten badly. | 0:26:57 | 0:27:00 | |
One of the few times in our history. | 0:27:00 | 0:27:03 | |
It was a bitter and humiliating experience. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:06 | |
And Joe McCluskey was wondering | 0:27:07 | 0:27:11 | |
what the folks back home in Cleveland | 0:27:11 | 0:27:13 | |
were thinking of him now. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:15 | |
TYPEWRITER CLICKING | 0:27:22 | 0:27:25 | |
As we looked back on that first defeat, | 0:27:25 | 0:27:28 | |
and the bloody victories which followed, | 0:27:28 | 0:27:31 | |
we realised that only battle experience | 0:27:31 | 0:27:35 | |
can make a combat soldier. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:37 | |
Killing is a rough business. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:44 | |
Men live rough and talk rough. | 0:27:44 | 0:27:46 | |
-'Timmy O'Brien, 1918... -Hi, Ernie. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:53 | |
'Thanks for putting my name in the paper. | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
-'I dreamed I got a commission. -Selling what? -He is my buddy. | 0:27:56 | 0:27:59 | |
'E-A-L-B-R-I-G-H-T. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:01 | |
'I was a shoe clerk, way across in Georgia. | 0:28:01 | 0:28:03 | |
'Best outfit in the whole army.' | 0:28:03 | 0:28:06 | |
On a dull day, you can always get a fight in the army by arguing | 0:28:08 | 0:28:11 | |
which is the best outfit. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:14 | |
In a year, I'd been to a lot of places | 0:28:14 | 0:28:17 | |
and learned to love a lot of men. | 0:28:17 | 0:28:19 | |
But I always reserved one special place in my heart | 0:28:19 | 0:28:22 | |
for the boys that I'd started with. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:25 | |
Everybody else had a company and I felt I had one, too. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:29 | |
Company C, 18th Infantry. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:32 | |
I hadn't seen them in a long time | 0:28:32 | 0:28:34 | |
and now I set out to find them again. | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
They'd been through a lot by now. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:39 | |
The conquest of Sicily, the murderous landings at Salerno. | 0:28:39 | 0:28:43 | |
Now they were part of the force | 0:28:43 | 0:28:45 | |
hammering down the long, hard road to Rome. | 0:28:45 | 0:28:47 | |
Hey, Dondaro. What town do we take today? | 0:28:52 | 0:28:55 | |
-San Raviolio. -Didn't we take that yesterday? | 0:28:55 | 0:28:58 | |
Nah, that was San Something-else-io. | 0:28:58 | 0:29:01 | |
And I was wondering about Wingless Murphy, | 0:29:04 | 0:29:08 | |
Sergeant Warnicki, Lieutenant Bill Walker | 0:29:08 | 0:29:11 | |
and a funny little mutt named Aaron. | 0:29:11 | 0:29:14 | |
All right, men. Fall out. | 0:29:14 | 0:29:16 | |
CHATTER | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
Fall out! | 0:29:19 | 0:29:22 | |
HARMONICA PLAYS | 0:29:25 | 0:29:27 | |
When this war's over, I'm going to buy me a map | 0:29:27 | 0:29:30 | |
and find out where I've been. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:31 | |
Mail call! | 0:29:43 | 0:29:45 | |
CHEERS | 0:29:45 | 0:29:47 | |
-Hugh! -Yeah! | 0:29:57 | 0:29:58 | |
-Lopez! -Yeah! | 0:29:58 | 0:30:00 | |
-Warnicki! -Dondaro! | 0:30:00 | 0:30:02 | |
Woo-hoo! I'm a father! | 0:30:02 | 0:30:07 | |
Warnicki. | 0:30:07 | 0:30:08 | |
Warnicki! | 0:30:08 | 0:30:10 | |
That's me. | 0:30:10 | 0:30:11 | |
-Anything for Captain Walker? -Come on, Sarge! | 0:30:11 | 0:30:14 | |
Sergeant! Anything there for Captain Walker? | 0:30:14 | 0:30:17 | |
Sorry, Captain. Nothing for you. Blair! | 0:30:17 | 0:30:20 | |
Well, let's get the rest of the stuff going. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:23 | |
Ain't she pretty? | 0:30:36 | 0:30:38 | |
Hey, what's this? | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
Your insurance form. What's the matter with you? | 0:30:41 | 0:30:43 | |
-You forgot to put in a beneficiary's name. -What's that? | 0:30:43 | 0:30:46 | |
Anybody whose name you get down there gets the 10,000 simolians. | 0:30:46 | 0:30:50 | |
-You mean anybody's name who I put down? -Yeah. | 0:30:50 | 0:30:52 | |
You better put it down before the next shindig, bub, | 0:30:52 | 0:30:55 | |
or there'll be no dough. Stick your old lady's name down, you're OK. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:59 | |
I ain't got no old lady. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:01 | |
Well, your old man, then. | 0:31:01 | 0:31:03 | |
Ain't you got no relatives? | 0:31:04 | 0:31:07 | |
Well, stick anybody's name down. | 0:31:07 | 0:31:10 | |
-You don't want all that wough go to daste. Er, dagh go to wouste. -What? | 0:31:10 | 0:31:13 | |
I said you don't want to let all that dough go to waste. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:17 | |
Hey, Sarge. What do you know? | 0:31:21 | 0:31:23 | |
Yesterday, I ain't worth a flat nickel. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:25 | |
Today, I can throw 10,000 bucks away just like that. | 0:31:25 | 0:31:29 | |
-What have you got in the package? Something to eat? -I don't know. | 0:31:32 | 0:31:35 | |
Open it! How are you going to find out if you don't open it? | 0:31:35 | 0:31:38 | |
An idea. | 0:31:38 | 0:31:39 | |
It's from the old lady! | 0:31:57 | 0:32:00 | |
Look what she's done. | 0:32:00 | 0:32:02 | |
She had the kid's voice put on a record. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:04 | |
Junior's voice. He couldn't even say "Mamma!" when I left home. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:09 | |
Gee whiz! Let's listen to it. | 0:32:09 | 0:32:12 | |
Ah, who's got a phonograph around here? | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
-Maybe they got one in the next town? -Yeah! | 0:32:14 | 0:32:16 | |
What are we waiting for? Let's get going. | 0:32:16 | 0:32:20 | |
Why don't you look where you're going? | 0:32:22 | 0:32:24 | |
Get out of that jeep and I'll beat your brains out. | 0:32:24 | 0:32:27 | |
Who are you mad at? | 0:32:27 | 0:32:29 | |
-How are you, Warnicki? -Why, it's Ernie! Hey, fellas! | 0:32:29 | 0:32:32 | |
It's the little guy! | 0:32:32 | 0:32:33 | |
-How you doing? -How you been, all right? -Nice to see you, Ernie! | 0:32:33 | 0:32:37 | |
Good to have you back, Ernie. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
-What's been keeping you? -Oh, I've been... | 0:32:41 | 0:32:43 | |
We've been saving sugar for you, Ernie. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:47 | |
At last. | 0:32:47 | 0:32:48 | |
Now I can write to the old man and they can relax. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:51 | |
Well, here we go again, Ernie. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:53 | |
You know every time you show up, there's a big battle? | 0:32:53 | 0:32:55 | |
Last time it was Tunisia. You better check your dog-tags, fellas. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:59 | |
I go around starting wars. Got to make a living somehow. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
-Got to have something to write about. -Know something else? | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
-What? -My old man says I look like you. | 0:33:05 | 0:33:10 | |
Good to see you, boys. | 0:33:10 | 0:33:12 | |
All right, men! We're moving off! | 0:33:12 | 0:33:14 | |
Ernie, how about borrowing your finger-nail clippers? | 0:33:14 | 0:33:18 | |
-How are you, Bill? -Hello, Ernie. | 0:33:18 | 0:33:19 | |
See you're going up in the world. | 0:33:19 | 0:33:21 | |
-Oh, these? -Congratulations. -Thanks. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:23 | |
It's because I survived longer than the other Louis, I guess. | 0:33:23 | 0:33:27 | |
-All right, Sergeant. Let's get out of here. -All right, men. Follow me. | 0:33:27 | 0:33:31 | |
-Hiya, Wingless. -Hi, Ernie. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:35 | |
How's the acorn? | 0:33:35 | 0:33:37 | |
-Afraid the buddy system's got me. -Me too. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:39 | |
Well, you've got an outfit now. | 0:33:41 | 0:33:43 | |
You bet your life we got an outfit. | 0:33:43 | 0:33:45 | |
Pretty tough. | 0:33:45 | 0:33:46 | |
They are tough. They're killers. | 0:33:46 | 0:33:50 | |
Better be. | 0:33:50 | 0:33:51 | |
GUNFIRE AND SHELLS | 0:33:57 | 0:33:59 | |
MACHINE GUN FIRE | 0:34:30 | 0:34:32 | |
Fooling around with the infantry's no way to reach a ripe, old age. | 0:35:44 | 0:35:47 | |
I'm going to build me a highway to Berlin over those. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:50 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:35:50 | 0:35:52 | |
PLANE SWOOPING | 0:36:08 | 0:36:10 | |
OK. Cover me, you guys. I'll get 'em. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:20 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:36:27 | 0:36:29 | |
-Where's your platoon? -Up the street. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:56 | |
Looks like this one's on us. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
OK. I'll cover you. | 0:37:09 | 0:37:12 | |
GUNSHOTS RICOCHETING | 0:37:28 | 0:37:30 | |
DISTANT EXPLOSIONS | 0:37:48 | 0:37:51 | |
The promised land! | 0:38:08 | 0:38:09 | |
How are you, babe? | 0:38:14 | 0:38:17 | |
HE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:38:17 | 0:38:20 | |
SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:38:23 | 0:38:28 | |
THEY SPEAK ITALIAN | 0:38:32 | 0:38:37 | |
Listen, Rainbow, even if I was dumb I'd still speak your language. | 0:38:39 | 0:38:42 | |
SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
HE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:38:45 | 0:38:48 | |
Si? | 0:38:48 | 0:38:51 | |
Si. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
MACHINEGUN FIRE | 0:38:59 | 0:39:03 | |
BREAKING GLASS | 0:39:03 | 0:39:05 | |
There's that ... war again! | 0:39:07 | 0:39:09 | |
Sounds like they're paging me. | 0:39:11 | 0:39:14 | |
SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:39:14 | 0:39:15 | |
Honest, Rainbow. This hurts me more than it does you. | 0:39:15 | 0:39:19 | |
I'll be back. Don't worry. | 0:39:19 | 0:39:21 | |
SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:39:21 | 0:39:23 | |
HE SPEAKS ITALIAN | 0:39:23 | 0:39:25 | |
OK? | 0:39:27 | 0:39:28 | |
-OK? -OK. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
Let's get to a church, Warnicki. | 0:39:35 | 0:39:37 | |
OK. Just a minute. | 0:39:37 | 0:39:40 | |
You wait there, Junior. Papa'll be right back. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:47 | |
Lousy kraut swine! | 0:41:21 | 0:41:26 | |
HIS VOICE ECHOES | 0:41:26 | 0:41:27 | |
GERMAN SHOUTING | 0:41:30 | 0:41:34 | |
GERMAN VOICE ECHOES | 0:41:34 | 0:41:36 | |
Lousy kraut swine! | 0:41:56 | 0:41:59 | |
HIS VOICE ECHOES | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
EXPLOSIONS | 0:42:09 | 0:42:12 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:42:28 | 0:42:31 | |
This is a funny place to be killing men in, isn't it? | 0:43:22 | 0:43:25 | |
HE MOUTHS | 0:43:40 | 0:43:43 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:43:48 | 0:43:50 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:43:56 | 0:43:59 | |
Vive Americane! | 0:44:09 | 0:44:12 | |
BELLS RINGING | 0:44:12 | 0:44:17 | |
HE SHOUTS IN ITALIAN | 0:44:19 | 0:44:21 | |
TRIUMPHANT MUSIC | 0:44:25 | 0:44:26 | |
SHOUTS IN ITALIAN | 0:45:00 | 0:45:03 | |
THEY SPEAK ITALIAN | 0:45:35 | 0:45:37 | |
SHE CRIES | 0:45:42 | 0:45:43 | |
CROWD SHOUTING | 0:45:56 | 0:45:59 | |
Cigaretta! | 0:46:24 | 0:46:27 | |
Cigarettes are no good for children. Get away, get away! | 0:46:27 | 0:46:29 | |
Cigaretta mea, Americano! | 0:46:29 | 0:46:32 | |
-Oh, you're GI Joe, huh? -Si, GI Joe! | 0:46:32 | 0:46:34 | |
Cigarettes no problem for kids. Here. | 0:46:34 | 0:46:36 | |
If this war don't kill me first, my feet will. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:32 | |
Me, I feel like I'm 45. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:35 | |
I'd feel like I was too, but darn near I am. | 0:47:35 | 0:47:40 | |
How old are you, Ernie? | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
43. | 0:47:42 | 0:47:46 | |
I'm 26. | 0:47:46 | 0:47:48 | |
If I knew I'd live to be 43, I wouldn't have a worry in the world. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:51 | |
Oh yes you would. You'd be just like me, worrying about whether you'd get to be 44. | 0:47:52 | 0:47:58 | |
Hey, guys! We've got to power our rev! | 0:48:00 | 0:48:05 | |
Where's that whizz-bang going? | 0:48:07 | 0:48:10 | |
I know I'm going to get some sleep. | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
Hey, Murph! Hey, Murph! That red-headed nurse of yours is in town. | 0:48:19 | 0:48:23 | |
-You know, your fiance? -Is she? | 0:48:23 | 0:48:26 | |
What a lucky guy you are! | 0:48:26 | 0:48:27 | |
Meeting the girl you're engaged to away in the States over here. | 0:48:27 | 0:48:31 | |
Hey, did you hear that? | 0:48:31 | 0:48:32 | |
My ever-lovin's coming to town! | 0:48:32 | 0:48:34 | |
OK, men. Your three minutes are up, now move on out! | 0:48:54 | 0:48:57 | |
Come on, get out of there! | 0:48:57 | 0:49:00 | |
Wrap it up boys, lather and rinse, we ain't got all day! | 0:49:04 | 0:49:10 | |
Hey, Sarge! What's all that? | 0:49:13 | 0:49:16 | |
-This? -Yeah. | 0:49:17 | 0:49:18 | |
Well, the yellow one is for national defence. | 0:49:20 | 0:49:23 | |
The red and white is for very good conduct. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:26 | |
The real pretty one over here with all the colours is for being in this theatre of operations. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:29 | |
No kidding! | 0:49:29 | 0:49:31 | |
You know any good war stories, Sarge? | 0:49:34 | 0:49:36 | |
Yeah, as a matter of fact... | 0:49:36 | 0:49:37 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:49:37 | 0:49:39 | |
All right! Come on, you've had your three minutes. Move on, let's go! | 0:49:39 | 0:49:42 | |
Let's go, come on, come on! | 0:49:42 | 0:49:45 | |
GENERAL CHATTER | 0:49:48 | 0:49:52 | |
Hey, look at Murphy! He's fallen asleep on his feet! | 0:49:52 | 0:49:56 | |
Hey, Murphy! Murphy! Come on! This is your big day! | 0:49:56 | 0:50:01 | |
Come on, wake up! | 0:50:01 | 0:50:02 | |
OK, OK, fellas! | 0:50:02 | 0:50:06 | |
THEY CHATTER IN ITALIAN | 0:50:08 | 0:50:10 | |
Hey. | 0:50:15 | 0:50:18 | |
Hey! | 0:50:18 | 0:50:21 | |
Anybody know where I can find a phonograph? | 0:50:21 | 0:50:24 | |
A phonograph. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:33 | |
A Victrola. A music box, see? | 0:50:33 | 0:50:35 | |
ITALIAN CHATTER | 0:50:38 | 0:50:39 | |
Hey, what's the matter? Don't any of you guys understand plain English? | 0:50:41 | 0:50:45 | |
Look. | 0:50:48 | 0:50:49 | |
A phonograph. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:52 | |
A Victrola. A music box, see? | 0:50:54 | 0:50:57 | |
Oh, si! | 0:50:59 | 0:51:02 | |
Ah, si! We're going to hear Junior yet! | 0:51:02 | 0:51:07 | |
THEY SPEAK ITALIAN | 0:51:07 | 0:51:09 | |
Yeah. | 0:51:09 | 0:51:11 | |
No. | 0:51:17 | 0:51:18 | |
No! | 0:51:18 | 0:51:20 | |
No! | 0:51:20 | 0:51:21 | |
Look, please. | 0:51:24 | 0:51:25 | |
HE SINGS | 0:51:28 | 0:51:31 | |
THEY JOIN IN | 0:51:31 | 0:51:37 | |
WHISTLING | 0:51:46 | 0:51:48 | |
Brother, the whole town must've shaved with this thing. | 0:51:49 | 0:51:53 | |
Everything's all set, Smith. | 0:51:58 | 0:52:00 | |
Swell, get Ernie, he's going to give the bride away. | 0:52:00 | 0:52:03 | |
We'll even get the wedding in the papers. | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
Get the Captain, too, he's an OK Joe. | 0:52:05 | 0:52:07 | |
It works. What did I tell you? It works! | 0:52:34 | 0:52:37 | |
No needle. | 0:52:58 | 0:52:59 | |
-Ernie! -Hm? -Wake up, we need you! Red wants you to give her away. | 0:53:11 | 0:53:16 | |
What do I want to give her away for? I like Red. | 0:53:17 | 0:53:19 | |
-Come on, don't go back to sleep! -Leave me alone, | 0:53:19 | 0:53:22 | |
the only way you'll get me out of here is to carry me. | 0:53:22 | 0:53:25 | |
We figured on that, too. | 0:53:25 | 0:53:26 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:53:26 | 0:53:27 | |
Come on, you guys, hustle it up. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:30 | |
Wake up, wake up. | 0:53:30 | 0:53:33 | |
Come on, you little squirt. | 0:53:34 | 0:53:35 | |
-Hey, now what's the matter with you? -You're holding up the whole show! | 0:53:35 | 0:53:39 | |
Here goes, Arab. | 0:54:06 | 0:54:08 | |
Junior's going to talk to his Pappy. | 0:54:08 | 0:54:12 | |
GARBLED VOICES | 0:54:16 | 0:54:18 | |
Backwards. How much...? | 0:54:22 | 0:54:25 | |
MEN SING | 0:54:25 | 0:54:27 | |
# Oh, what a wedding and no honeymoon... # | 0:54:27 | 0:54:32 | |
Hey! | 0:54:32 | 0:54:33 | |
# Oh, what a wedding with no honeymoon... # | 0:54:35 | 0:54:39 | |
Come on, Murph's getting married! | 0:54:39 | 0:54:42 | |
# No honeymoon | 0:54:42 | 0:54:43 | |
# Oh, what a wedding... # | 0:54:43 | 0:54:45 | |
Come on. | 0:54:46 | 0:54:48 | |
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and this company | 0:55:12 | 0:55:16 | |
to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. | 0:55:16 | 0:55:20 | |
Who giveth this woman to be married to this man? | 0:55:21 | 0:55:26 | |
Who giveth this woman to be married to this man? | 0:55:26 | 0:55:29 | |
I do. | 0:55:31 | 0:55:32 | |
Repeat after me. | 0:55:32 | 0:55:34 | |
I, Robert, take thee, Elizabeth, to be my wedded wife. | 0:55:36 | 0:55:40 | |
I, Robert, | 0:55:40 | 0:55:42 | |
take thee, Elizabeth, to be my wedded wife. | 0:55:42 | 0:55:44 | |
To have and to hold from this day forward. | 0:55:44 | 0:55:48 | |
-To have and to hold from this day forward. -For better, for worse. | 0:55:48 | 0:55:52 | |
For better, for worse. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:54 | |
-For richer, for poorer. -For richer, for poorer. | 0:55:54 | 0:55:58 | |
In sickness and in health. | 0:55:58 | 0:56:00 | |
In sickness and in health. | 0:56:00 | 0:56:02 | |
To love and to cherish until death us do part. | 0:56:02 | 0:56:05 | |
To love and to cherish until death us do part. | 0:56:05 | 0:56:08 | |
AIRCRAFT ENGINES RUMBLE | 0:56:08 | 0:56:09 | |
Those whom God hath joined together... | 0:56:16 | 0:56:19 | |
BOMB WHISTLES | 0:56:19 | 0:56:20 | |
..let no man put asunder. Hit the dirt! | 0:56:20 | 0:56:23 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:56:23 | 0:56:25 | |
It'll take a better man than that to put us asunder. | 0:56:28 | 0:56:31 | |
Procession halt! OK, kids. It's all yours. | 0:56:36 | 0:56:41 | |
Boys, honestly... | 0:57:02 | 0:57:04 | |
Thanks! | 0:57:06 | 0:57:07 | |
GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC | 0:57:09 | 0:57:12 | |
All right, you guys. What are you looking at? Let's get going. | 0:57:37 | 0:57:41 | |
HE SNORES | 0:58:09 | 0:58:11 | |
Where you been? Goofing off, eh? | 0:58:52 | 0:58:55 | |
-Ain't nothin' new. -Uh-oh. | 0:58:55 | 0:58:57 | |
Tell me, Dondaro, what's your power over women? | 0:58:58 | 0:59:01 | |
What's the matter with you guys? You all look tired. | 0:59:03 | 0:59:06 | |
Good morning, dear! | 0:59:08 | 0:59:09 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:59:09 | 0:59:11 | |
I don't like it. It's too quiet. | 0:59:27 | 0:59:29 | |
-Maybe they've pulled back all the way to Rome. -Uh-ah. | 0:59:29 | 0:59:33 | |
At this rate, we'll be in Rome in three days. | 0:59:33 | 0:59:36 | |
BELL TOLLS | 0:59:42 | 0:59:44 | |
All right, men. Fall out. | 1:00:00 | 1:00:03 | |
Look at that old monastery up there. So peaceful. | 1:00:12 | 1:00:16 | |
You'd never think there was a war within 1,000 miles of it. | 1:00:18 | 1:00:21 | |
Or 1,000 years. | 1:00:21 | 1:00:23 | |
Maybe you're right about the Krauts pulling all the way back to Rome. | 1:00:24 | 1:00:29 | |
I don't get it, though. If they wanted to slug it out here, they could make it plenty tough. | 1:00:29 | 1:00:33 | |
RUMBLING, EXPLOSION | 1:00:33 | 1:00:36 | |
WHISTLING | 1:00:36 | 1:00:38 | |
Get me artillery fire control. | 1:01:00 | 1:01:02 | |
Hello, Keith. It's Walker. | 1:01:02 | 1:01:06 | |
-You know that building up on top of the mountain? -The monastery? | 1:01:06 | 1:01:09 | |
You can call it that if you want to but I call it in military terms an observation post. | 1:01:09 | 1:01:14 | |
If you don't want to get us killed, give it the business. | 1:01:14 | 1:01:17 | |
I can't. Got an order about it. Religious shrine. | 1:01:17 | 1:01:20 | |
Does that sound like religion to you? | 1:01:24 | 1:01:26 | |
Medic! | 1:01:37 | 1:01:40 | |
All right, men. Let's go. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:05 | |
We lost three. | 1:02:40 | 1:02:42 | |
-I suppose this could be deeper. -Yeah. It kind of looks like we're going to need a permanent hole here. | 1:03:09 | 1:03:14 | |
THUD! Oh! | 1:03:15 | 1:03:18 | |
-Patrol, patrol, patrol. -One more patrol and I'll go nuts! | 1:03:29 | 1:03:34 | |
Personally, I'd feel a lot healthier if that monastery wasn't looking down my throat. | 1:03:34 | 1:03:39 | |
BELL TOLLS | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
Just got back, Captain. Through a lot of small arms fire on hill 457. | 1:04:45 | 1:04:50 | |
Mortar fire, 793. | 1:04:50 | 1:04:53 | |
Terrific artillery, | 1:04:53 | 1:04:56 | |
but couldn't locate it. | 1:04:56 | 1:04:58 | |
They got Lieutenants Josephs, | 1:04:59 | 1:05:01 | |
Spencer, Trenton. | 1:05:01 | 1:05:04 | |
Michaelson got it in the arm, | 1:05:04 | 1:05:07 | |
but I got him back OK. | 1:05:07 | 1:05:10 | |
OK, Sergeant. You'd better go get some chow. | 1:05:13 | 1:05:17 | |
You take over Josephs' platoon. | 1:05:24 | 1:05:25 | |
Noel... | 1:05:28 | 1:05:30 | |
If, er, if Lieutenant Joseph had any personal belongings, | 1:05:30 | 1:05:35 | |
send them over, will you? | 1:05:35 | 1:05:36 | |
Oh, my aching back. | 1:06:05 | 1:06:07 | |
WATER DRIPS | 1:06:08 | 1:06:11 | |
Somebody ought to phone a plumber. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:16 | |
You know, it...sounds pretty silly when you say it, but... | 1:06:47 | 1:06:51 | |
..sometimes resting like this, I get a kick out of just breathing. | 1:06:53 | 1:06:57 | |
-Hot Java, Steve? -No. | 1:06:59 | 1:07:01 | |
VOICES SQUEAK ON RECORD | 1:07:07 | 1:07:09 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:07:14 | 1:07:16 | |
There goes that monastery again. | 1:07:19 | 1:07:22 | |
Everyone knows it's being used for an observation post. | 1:07:22 | 1:07:25 | |
Why in the devil don't they bomb it? | 1:07:25 | 1:07:28 | |
I'm a Catholic and I say bomb it... | 1:07:28 | 1:07:30 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:07:30 | 1:07:33 | |
Check, brother. | 1:07:33 | 1:07:35 | |
I've got a wife and a kid. Think I want to die for a piece of stone? | 1:07:35 | 1:07:40 | |
Why wasn't I born a 4-F instead of good looking? | 1:07:53 | 1:07:56 | |
BOMB BLASTS | 1:08:21 | 1:08:24 | |
Lieutenant Hawkins reporting, Sir. Replacements. | 1:08:27 | 1:08:30 | |
Yeah, I'll be right with you. | 1:08:33 | 1:08:35 | |
BOMBING CONTINUES | 1:08:42 | 1:08:44 | |
DISTANT BOMB BLASTS | 1:08:53 | 1:08:55 | |
MUG CLATTERS | 1:08:59 | 1:09:01 | |
The maid'll clean it up later. | 1:09:04 | 1:09:06 | |
Sergeant, line the men up. | 1:09:10 | 1:09:13 | |
All right, men, fall in! | 1:09:13 | 1:09:15 | |
You first four, first platoon. | 1:09:22 | 1:09:24 | |
Sergeant Warner here will show you to your hotel suites. | 1:09:24 | 1:09:29 | |
The next six, second platoon. The Corporal will take care of you. | 1:09:29 | 1:09:33 | |
The rest of you, go with Lieutenant Hawkins. | 1:09:36 | 1:09:38 | |
You take over Lieutenant Henry's platoon. | 1:09:38 | 1:09:42 | |
Bypass that mansion and down the hill, but turn to your left. | 1:09:42 | 1:09:45 | |
All right, that's all. | 1:09:45 | 1:09:47 | |
Any of you dog faces know anything about a phonograph? | 1:10:20 | 1:10:23 | |
The cream of the crop, I always get. | 1:10:28 | 1:10:30 | |
Hit it! | 1:10:30 | 1:10:32 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:10:32 | 1:10:34 | |
Gee, a guy could get killed around here! | 1:10:39 | 1:10:41 | |
All right, let's synchronise our watches. | 1:10:44 | 1:10:47 | |
You stick with Sergeant Warner here, Lieutenant. He knows the terrain. | 1:10:50 | 1:10:55 | |
OK, move them out. | 1:10:55 | 1:10:57 | |
All right, let's go. | 1:10:57 | 1:10:58 | |
So long, Arab. | 1:11:19 | 1:11:21 | |
Good luck. | 1:11:21 | 1:11:22 | |
Oh, my poor aching back. | 1:12:54 | 1:12:56 | |
DOG WHINES | 1:12:59 | 1:13:01 | |
Bad cold. | 1:13:42 | 1:13:44 | |
TYPEWRITER CLACKS | 1:14:19 | 1:14:21 | |
ALL: Our hero! Our hero! | 1:14:23 | 1:14:27 | |
Our hero! | 1:14:27 | 1:14:29 | |
-What's the gag? -Your mail, Mr Pyle. | 1:14:29 | 1:14:32 | |
-Thanks. See you already opened it. -Why not? It was marked personal. | 1:14:34 | 1:14:38 | |
-What's in it? -Nothing much, you just won the Pulitzer Prize, that's all. | 1:14:40 | 1:14:44 | |
Well, I'll be darned. | 1:14:51 | 1:14:52 | |
I regret to inform you, Mr Pyle, you are no longer a newspaper man. | 1:14:52 | 1:14:57 | |
You are now a distinguished journalist. | 1:14:57 | 1:14:59 | |
Poor devil. You're going to be famous now. | 1:15:01 | 1:15:04 | |
RADIO: 'It will be a comfort for you to know that your sons, | 1:16:09 | 1:16:13 | |
'wherever they are, at sea, or in the sky or in their foxholes, | 1:16:13 | 1:16:18 | |
'yes, Sir, your boys are celebrating too. | 1:16:18 | 1:16:23 | |
'With the finest turkey, cranberry sauce and all the fixings.' | 1:16:23 | 1:16:27 | |
Tough skin on this bird! | 1:16:27 | 1:16:30 | |
I always like to eat the stuffing first. | 1:16:30 | 1:16:33 | |
Cranberry sauce. Mm-mm. | 1:16:35 | 1:16:38 | |
Poor folks back home. Sure got it rugged. | 1:16:41 | 1:16:44 | |
VOICES SQUEAK | 1:16:50 | 1:16:52 | |
Told you you should have brought a phonograph. | 1:16:55 | 1:16:58 | |
You had turkey, the other outfits had turkey, the general had turkey. | 1:17:03 | 1:17:07 | |
My men are going to have turkey. | 1:17:07 | 1:17:09 | |
-But we tried... -Trying ain't good enough. | 1:17:09 | 1:17:12 | |
Either you get those turkeys, or Supply will have to get themselves a new lieutenant. | 1:17:12 | 1:17:16 | |
HE IMITATES MACHINE GUN | 1:17:16 | 1:17:18 | |
I'll...I'll scrounge around and see what I can find, Sir. | 1:17:18 | 1:17:22 | |
-What about cranberries? -Oh, now, wait a minute... | 1:17:22 | 1:17:25 | |
Cranberries. | 1:17:26 | 1:17:27 | |
Cranberries. | 1:17:30 | 1:17:32 | |
# Sleep in heavenly... # | 1:17:33 | 1:17:37 | |
Believe it or not, boys, it's turkey. | 1:17:37 | 1:17:39 | |
Santa Claus! | 1:17:41 | 1:17:44 | |
-Get me a drumstick! -Get me anything. | 1:17:44 | 1:17:46 | |
ALL TALK AT ONCE | 1:17:46 | 1:17:48 | |
"SILENT NIGHT" PLAYS IN BACKGROUND | 1:17:48 | 1:17:53 | |
Captain Walker speaking. ..I see. | 1:17:55 | 1:17:59 | |
Just one prisoner or two? | 1:17:59 | 1:18:03 | |
Well, naturally, Sir. We'll try to get as many as we can. | 1:18:03 | 1:18:08 | |
Replacements? No, they're not here yet. | 1:18:08 | 1:18:12 | |
Yes, Sir. | 1:18:12 | 1:18:13 | |
-Another patrol. -I'll go. | 1:18:17 | 1:18:20 | |
-No, no. You've had enough. -Every step forward is a step closer, Sir, to home. | 1:18:20 | 1:18:25 | |
OK, get me ten men. | 1:18:30 | 1:18:31 | |
# Silent night | 1:18:31 | 1:18:35 | |
# Holy night | 1:18:35 | 1:18:39 | |
# All is... # | 1:18:39 | 1:18:41 | |
Warnicki, you bring wine? | 1:18:41 | 1:18:43 | |
It's Christmas. We have wine. | 1:18:43 | 1:18:45 | |
SHOUTS JOYOUSLY IN ITALIAN | 1:18:45 | 1:18:49 | |
After you've finished that, we have one cigar apiece. | 1:18:49 | 1:18:54 | |
-All right, Sergeant. -All right, men. Let's go. | 1:19:00 | 1:19:04 | |
# Sleep in heavenly peace... # | 1:19:06 | 1:19:13 | |
# Sleep in heavenly peace. # | 1:19:14 | 1:19:22 | |
RADIO THEME MUSIC | 1:19:22 | 1:19:26 | |
'That's it, buddy. | 1:19:26 | 1:19:28 | |
'This is Bob Command Performance Hope speaking for the Armed Forces Radio Service, | 1:19:28 | 1:19:32 | |
'saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from all of us over here. | 1:19:32 | 1:19:36 | |
'God bless all of you over there.' | 1:19:36 | 1:19:38 | |
RADIO THEME MUSIC PLAYS | 1:19:38 | 1:19:41 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:19:43 | 1:19:47 | |
-Hey, Ernie. -Hmm? | 1:19:47 | 1:19:48 | |
You've been to Hollywood. Ever know Carol... | 1:19:50 | 1:19:54 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:19:54 | 1:19:56 | |
I met her. | 1:19:56 | 1:19:58 | |
Is it true she...? | 1:19:59 | 1:20:01 | |
LOUD EXPLOSION DROWNS OUT SPEECH | 1:20:01 | 1:20:03 | |
-Well, that's the rumour. -And tell me something. Are they really...? | 1:20:08 | 1:20:12 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:20:12 | 1:20:16 | |
Are they? | 1:20:21 | 1:20:23 | |
I...I forgot to ask. | 1:20:23 | 1:20:27 | |
Probably. | 1:20:27 | 1:20:28 | |
HE MAKES CLICKING NOISE | 1:20:30 | 1:20:31 | |
You've been around a lot, haven't you, Ernie? | 1:20:38 | 1:20:41 | |
New York, Washington, Hollywood, everywhere. | 1:20:41 | 1:20:44 | |
You know, when this shindig is over, I'm going to look you up. | 1:20:44 | 1:20:47 | |
Good. | 1:20:47 | 1:20:49 | |
Might want you to get me a job. | 1:20:49 | 1:20:52 | |
Yeah. | 1:20:55 | 1:20:57 | |
BELL TOLLS | 1:21:00 | 1:21:02 | |
-Replacements came up, Sir. -Fine, I'll assign them. | 1:21:13 | 1:21:18 | |
We need five more. | 1:21:21 | 1:21:23 | |
Get them down to headquarters. And, even if it hurts, take good care. | 1:21:23 | 1:21:27 | |
-Anything else, captain? -No, thanks. | 1:21:38 | 1:21:40 | |
-Saved you some turkey, Sarge. -Don't want any. | 1:21:53 | 1:21:56 | |
EXPLOSION | 1:21:58 | 1:22:01 | |
My poor back. | 1:22:05 | 1:22:08 | |
Sure wish he'd get to hear Junior. | 1:22:08 | 1:22:11 | |
MORE EXPLOSIONS | 1:22:19 | 1:22:21 | |
GRAMOPHONE PLAYS | 1:22:30 | 1:22:32 | |
GRAMOPHONE STOPS | 1:22:35 | 1:22:36 | |
It's not me. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:41 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:23:44 | 1:23:46 | |
I'm going to turn in. | 1:23:49 | 1:23:52 | |
Goodnight, fellas. | 1:23:57 | 1:23:58 | |
Thanks for the merry Christmas, Ernie. | 1:23:58 | 1:24:02 | |
Hi, Ernie. | 1:24:11 | 1:24:13 | |
MORE EXPLOSIONS | 1:24:25 | 1:24:28 | |
Merry Christmas, Bill. | 1:24:31 | 1:24:33 | |
Merry Christmas, Ernie. | 1:24:33 | 1:24:36 | |
-Do you want a night cap? -I don't mind. | 1:24:44 | 1:24:48 | |
What's that? A secret weapon? | 1:24:55 | 1:24:57 | |
-Grappa. -Grappa? | 1:24:57 | 1:25:01 | |
Italian moonshine, you get a purple heart with every third drink. | 1:25:01 | 1:25:04 | |
Me, I'd rather have | 1:25:06 | 1:25:09 | |
the good old Albuquerque sunshine. | 1:25:09 | 1:25:12 | |
It must be pretty nice in New Mexico at this time of the year, huh? | 1:25:12 | 1:25:17 | |
Sure is. | 1:25:17 | 1:25:19 | |
Always wanted to get out West. | 1:25:19 | 1:25:23 | |
Oh, some day, maybe. | 1:25:23 | 1:25:24 | |
Well, if you do...look us up. | 1:25:24 | 1:25:26 | |
That girl and me will show you how it's done. | 1:25:31 | 1:25:34 | |
Are you married? | 1:25:34 | 1:25:35 | |
Well, yes and no. | 1:25:35 | 1:25:38 | |
I wanted one thing and she wanted another. | 1:25:38 | 1:25:43 | |
She walked out. Chapter closed. | 1:25:44 | 1:25:47 | |
CLOSER EXPLOSION | 1:25:49 | 1:25:52 | |
Names, Jesus. | 1:26:05 | 1:26:07 | |
I've been pulling old names out | 1:26:07 | 1:26:10 | |
and putting new names in. | 1:26:10 | 1:26:13 | |
You're not the only writer in this outfit. I've been writing too. | 1:26:16 | 1:26:19 | |
Jones, Peters, | 1:26:19 | 1:26:23 | |
McCarthy, Spidovski, | 1:26:23 | 1:26:28 | |
Smith... | 1:26:30 | 1:26:32 | |
"Dear Mrs Smith, your son died bravely today on the.." | 1:26:34 | 1:26:39 | |
And the new kids would come up, that's what gets you. | 1:26:43 | 1:26:48 | |
The new ones. | 1:26:48 | 1:26:50 | |
Some of them have just got a little fuzz on their faces. | 1:26:51 | 1:26:54 | |
They don't know what it's all about, scared to death. | 1:26:54 | 1:26:59 | |
I know it ain't my fault they get killed... | 1:27:00 | 1:27:03 | |
but I feel like a murderer. | 1:27:05 | 1:27:08 | |
I hate to look at them, the new kids. | 1:27:08 | 1:27:11 | |
Here, drink up, Ernie. | 1:27:16 | 1:27:18 | |
Here's to Five Pass, Kilo Beaches, Solerno, Iran. | 1:27:19 | 1:27:23 | |
I'm tired. | 1:27:26 | 1:27:29 | |
You better try to get some sleep. | 1:27:29 | 1:27:34 | |
It reminds of WC Fields' sure cure for insomnia - | 1:27:36 | 1:27:41 | |
get plenty of sleep. | 1:27:41 | 1:27:44 | |
Names and addresses. | 1:27:48 | 1:27:50 | |
And hills to be taken. | 1:27:50 | 1:27:52 | |
They'd be amazed at the number of hills still to be taken. | 1:27:55 | 1:28:01 | |
Ernie, why the devil don't you go home? | 1:28:03 | 1:28:06 | |
I often ask that myself. | 1:28:06 | 1:28:09 | |
If only we could create something good out of all this energy. | 1:28:09 | 1:28:16 | |
And all these men. | 1:28:18 | 1:28:20 | |
They're the best, Ernie. | 1:28:23 | 1:28:25 | |
The best. | 1:28:27 | 1:28:29 | |
Yep. | 1:28:29 | 1:28:31 | |
Well, it's a world the other world never know. | 1:28:31 | 1:28:35 | |
Even the air force. | 1:28:35 | 1:28:36 | |
Up there they approach death differently. | 1:28:38 | 1:28:41 | |
When they die they're clean shaven and well fed. If that's any comfort. | 1:28:41 | 1:28:47 | |
But the GI, well, he lives so miserably. | 1:28:51 | 1:28:55 | |
He dies so miserably. | 1:28:55 | 1:28:59 | |
CAPTAIN WALKER SNORES | 1:29:01 | 1:29:04 | |
Dondaro? | 1:29:26 | 1:29:28 | |
A nice time? | 1:29:47 | 1:29:48 | |
I always like to see one of my men get some relaxation. | 1:29:50 | 1:29:55 | |
You know, Dondaro, it'd give me a great deal of personal pleasure, | 1:29:57 | 1:30:00 | |
to break every bone in your body! | 1:30:00 | 1:30:04 | |
Goofing off down there is one thing, up here is another! | 1:30:04 | 1:30:07 | |
Now get out of here before I kick the... Wait! | 1:30:07 | 1:30:11 | |
Report to Sergeant Warnicki. | 1:30:11 | 1:30:13 | |
Tell him you're going to dig latrines | 1:30:13 | 1:30:15 | |
for every man in his company from here to Rome. | 1:30:15 | 1:30:17 | |
Nice, deep ones. | 1:30:19 | 1:30:22 | |
You're lucky, Dondaro, you're not going to train! | 1:30:34 | 1:30:39 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:30:39 | 1:30:41 | |
When this war is over I'm going to write a book exposing this Army. | 1:30:41 | 1:30:45 | |
Hey, Dondaro. | 1:30:47 | 1:30:49 | |
Tell me, confidentially, was it worth it? | 1:30:49 | 1:30:53 | |
AIRCRAFT SOUND | 1:30:55 | 1:30:56 | |
Hey, fellas! Look! Look! | 1:31:04 | 1:31:07 | |
Yee-ha! | 1:31:15 | 1:31:17 | |
-Here they come. -Ain't that pretty? | 1:31:17 | 1:31:19 | |
It won't be long now. | 1:31:19 | 1:31:20 | |
OK, Steve, let's go. Come on, men. | 1:31:20 | 1:31:22 | |
General Eisenhower had made his decision, bomb the monastery. | 1:31:22 | 1:31:28 | |
He said, "If we must choose between destroying a famous building | 1:31:28 | 1:31:31 | |
"and sacrificing our own men's lives, | 1:31:31 | 1:31:34 | |
"then our own men's lives count infinitely more." | 1:31:34 | 1:31:39 | |
MULTIPLE EXPLOSIONS | 1:31:39 | 1:31:43 | |
MEN CHEER | 1:31:52 | 1:31:55 | |
Here was one of the grim ironies of war. | 1:32:17 | 1:32:21 | |
The very rubble of the monastery became a fortress for the Nazis | 1:32:21 | 1:32:26 | |
and they stopped us cold. | 1:32:26 | 1:32:29 | |
We were right back where we started from. | 1:32:29 | 1:32:33 | |
Warnicki, is he back? | 1:32:43 | 1:32:47 | |
You'd better take him some coffee. | 1:33:21 | 1:33:25 | |
Keep an eye on him, too. | 1:33:26 | 1:33:29 | |
-When are we going to hit them again? -1800. | 1:33:33 | 1:33:37 | |
Coffee, Captain? | 1:33:44 | 1:33:46 | |
-No, thanks. -It's hot. | 1:33:46 | 1:33:49 | |
No, thanks, Clete. | 1:33:49 | 1:33:51 | |
Tough time getting back, sir. | 1:34:33 | 1:34:37 | |
-What kept you? -Shut up! | 1:34:55 | 1:35:00 | |
'Hello, Steve. | 1:35:28 | 1:35:31 | |
'Say hello to your daddy, come, Junior. | 1:35:31 | 1:35:33 | |
'Hello, Daddy. Hello, Daddy.' | 1:35:33 | 1:35:35 | |
I'll kill 'em. | 1:35:35 | 1:35:40 | |
'Come on, Junior, come on.' | 1:35:37 | 1:35:40 | |
I'll kill 'em. | 1:35:40 | 1:35:42 | |
'Hello, Daddy.' | 1:35:42 | 1:35:44 | |
Them. | 1:35:44 | 1:35:46 | |
'Hello, Daddy. Hello, Daddy...' | 1:35:46 | 1:35:49 | |
If it wasn't for them, I'd be home with Junior. | 1:35:49 | 1:35:52 | |
'..Goodbye, Steve. I love you...' | 1:35:52 | 1:35:54 | |
I'd be home with little Junior. | 1:35:54 | 1:35:58 | |
I'll kill every mother son of 'em. | 1:35:58 | 1:36:00 | |
I'll get 'em! | 1:36:00 | 1:36:03 | |
-Let me at 'em! I'll kill every one of 'em. -Warnicki! | 1:36:03 | 1:36:06 | |
RANTING CONTINUES | 1:36:06 | 1:36:09 | |
Warnicki! | 1:36:09 | 1:36:11 | |
I'll kill every one of them! | 1:36:11 | 1:36:13 | |
"Hello, Daddy. Hello, Daddy." | 1:36:44 | 1:36:48 | |
WARNICKI MUMBLES | 1:36:48 | 1:36:52 | |
-Take him to the medics. -"Go on, Junior. Go on." | 1:36:52 | 1:36:57 | |
CONTINUES TO RAMBLE | 1:36:57 | 1:37:01 | |
All right, men, let's do something about that. | 1:37:13 | 1:37:15 | |
'Machines had done their best and it wasn't enough. | 1:37:48 | 1:37:51 | |
'Now came the time as it comes in every war, for the greatest fighting machine of them all - | 1:37:51 | 1:37:56 | |
'the infantry soldier had to go in and slug it out.' | 1:37:56 | 1:37:59 | |
BULLETS RICOCHET | 1:37:59 | 1:38:02 | |
TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYS | 1:39:19 | 1:39:22 | |
-Where you from, Joe? -Louisiana. -Louisiana? -Good. | 1:39:35 | 1:39:40 | |
-Cassino looks a lot better from this side! -All the way to Rome! | 1:39:40 | 1:39:43 | |
I got a telephone number there. | 1:39:43 | 1:39:46 | |
TRIUMPHANT MUSIC CONTINUES | 1:39:46 | 1:39:51 | |
HARMONICA PLAYS "Dixie" | 1:39:55 | 1:40:01 | |
Fella, you know where the 18th Infantry is? | 1:40:09 | 1:40:11 | |
-This is it. -C Company? -What's left of it. | 1:40:11 | 1:40:15 | |
-Hi, Ernie. -Howdy, Longshot. | 1:40:21 | 1:40:25 | |
-Where you been, Ernie. -Oh, spreading it around. | 1:40:25 | 1:40:29 | |
-Hi, Ernie. -Hi. -Welcome to this side of Cassino, Ernie. | 1:40:29 | 1:40:33 | |
Finally made it, huh? | 1:40:33 | 1:40:35 | |
-Guys moving up the road look kinda chipper, don't they? -Sure do. | 1:40:35 | 1:40:38 | |
-Well! -ALL: Hi, Ernie! Long time no see. | 1:40:38 | 1:40:42 | |
We kicked the door open and those guys make the grand entrance. | 1:40:42 | 1:40:45 | |
Let 'em have their fun, they're still young. | 1:40:45 | 1:40:48 | |
-LAUGHTER -Got an extra chair here? | 1:40:48 | 1:40:50 | |
ALL SHOUT | 1:40:50 | 1:40:52 | |
-Oh! -Nice to see you, Ernie. | 1:40:52 | 1:40:54 | |
Thanks. | 1:40:54 | 1:40:55 | |
Haven't you eaten that dog yet? | 1:40:55 | 1:40:57 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:40:57 | 1:40:58 | |
LAUGHTER CONTINUES THEN TAILS OFF | 1:40:58 | 1:41:02 | |
Come on, fellas, give me a hand, will ya? | 1:41:34 | 1:41:38 | |
SUDDEN DRAMATIC MUSIC | 1:42:01 | 1:42:04 | |
MUSIC BUILDS TO CRESCENDO | 1:42:13 | 1:42:16 | |
It's Dondaro. | 1:42:16 | 1:42:19 | |
It's the captain! | 1:42:46 | 1:42:48 | |
DRAMATIC DRUM BEAT | 1:43:47 | 1:43:49 | |
I'm sorry, old man. | 1:44:23 | 1:44:25 | |
DOG WHINES | 1:44:31 | 1:44:34 | |
I sure am sorry, sir. | 1:44:56 | 1:44:59 | |
All right, men, let's go. | 1:45:39 | 1:45:42 | |
'That is our war, | 1:46:59 | 1:47:01 | |
'and we will carry it with us | 1:47:01 | 1:47:04 | |
'as we go from one battleground to another until it's all over. | 1:47:04 | 1:47:08 | |
'We will win. | 1:47:08 | 1:47:10 | |
'I hope we can rejoice with victory. | 1:47:10 | 1:47:13 | |
'But humbly. | 1:47:13 | 1:47:15 | |
'Then altogether we will try, try out of the memory of our anguish, | 1:47:15 | 1:47:19 | |
'to reassemble our broken world into a pattern so firm and so fair, | 1:47:19 | 1:47:24 | |
'that another great war can never again be possible. | 1:47:24 | 1:47:28 | |
'And for those beneath the wooden crosses, | 1:47:28 | 1:47:32 | |
'there is nothing we can do except perhaps to pause and murmur, | 1:47:32 | 1:47:38 | |
' "Thanks, pal. Thanks." ' | 1:47:38 | 1:47:42 |