Murder Company

I see an American flag.

But what company are you from?

Able Company.

I'll be damned, Southern.

Jesus Christ. Coolidge?

All clear?

You almost got yourself killed.

How in the hell do you always manage to stay so damn quiet?

Man, running numbers in Harlem, you can't get caught,

so you best stay quiet.

It gives a whole goddamn country to invade, figures your ugly

face would be the first one I see, Coolidge.

Germans are down.

- Okay. -Hey, listen.

This here, is my man.

Jim Southern.

Over here is Private Tony.

Tally, sir. 508th.

Assistant to Colonel Redding.

Good to meet you, sir.

I'm no sir.

-Where's the Colonel? -No idea.

I thought they made you a radio man?

Yeah, well, the jump master took care of that.

Knowing damn well I can't swim, pushed me out over a pond,

I almost died.

You know, I managed to pull myself out,

but that radio's on the back of some catfish.

-So much for that, I guess. - Yeah.

All right.

Between the three of us, we got the 508th, 505th,

-Triple nickel. -Yeah, you remember.

Well, last time I checked,

none of us were supposed to be in the same place.

So where do you think we are?

Well, they didn't drop us in the English Channel.

-That's a start. -Maybe we should hold here.

Don't you understand? We about two hours out or more.

If we sit here on our asses,

the krauts will have us in circles as soon as they figure

out what the hell's going on.

We need to get moving, get our bearings, see what we can

-find out there. - Right.

What are we looking for?

War, Private.

Yeah, Private.

Shouldn't be hard to find.

I haven't got a lot of time,

so I'm going to ask you just one question.

I'm not going to ask if you understand me,

because I can already see that you do.

Two nights ago, you and your men arrested

several members of the French Resistance.

Where did you take them?

Where are they?

Where?

Orders.

I follow my orders.

I understand about orders.

-Yes, I do. -I had no chance.

No choice.

I understand that, too.

Now, sure you'd like to have

that shoulder looked at?

There's nobody here but the two of us.

And like I said, I'm out of time.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Take him out of here.

So, Southern. Let me ask you a question.

Mh-hm.

If you wasn't in the army, what do you think

you'd be doing?

Well, sure as shit wouldn't be here.

I tell you what--

Hey, wait.

Damn. Oh, man.

It's the Colonel.

Is he dead?

Looks like it.

He must have got it on the way down.

-What are you doing? -He's got maps.

Reconnaissance photos.

We can't let the Germans get them.

Where do you think it's coming from?

Over there. Tree line. Cover me.

All clear!

I don't believe he had any family.

What's his name?

Tally.

He seemed like a really good guy.

Yeah.

The hell was that?

I have no idea.

-You ready? Let's move. -Yeah.

It's coming rom over there.

Yeah, well, whatever it is,

it sounds big.

I still have my Mark Fours.

You have yours?

Yeah, I only have one.

Definitely sounds like they're getting close.

Look at that thing.

It's a Flak Wagon.

Goddamn anti-aircraft

gun on wheels.

- -

Americans here! Coming out!

Americans!

Let's go.

Any other mines we've got to worry about?

We used up all the ones we had to.

Just you guys?

Yeah.

Lieutenant Dean Smith, 507th.

Sergeant Southern. 505th of Able Company, sir.

You see how these Gerry's burst into flames?

Like God gave up on their asses.

Well, I don't know how I ended up here with y'all

but, Coolidge, Triple Nickel, Ghost Company, sir.

Another couple of strays, huh?

-What are you doing, Miller? -He's still alive.

That's Private Miller, medic.

Comes to us from Item Company.

And with me from 507th, Private Stu Boards.

Stubbs all you need, boys.

What the fuck was that for?

He didn't suffer, did he?

Sir?

Any idea where we are?

Shit, no. Right now, your guess is as good as mine.

I don't want to be standing out here with our dicks

in our hands when his buddies come back looking for him.

So let's move out. Stubbs, take point.

-On me. Let's go. -Come on, Miller.

Which side you on, Medic?

Hey, Miller.

See, what you can do here.

You two, go get something to eat.

I'm going to find the CO.

Yeah, Daddy.

Chow time.

All right, General Haskel, sir.

Lieutenant Dean Smith,

507th Second Battalion, sir.

Sergeant Southern, 505th Able Company.

At ease, gentlemen. What do you got?

I have this for you, sir.

His chute got hung up on a tree. Krauts got to him before we did.

Made them pay, though, sir.

He was a hell of a Colonel.

An even better man.

I'll send a personal note of condolence to his wife.

How many are you?

Five of us in all, sir. It's a mixed unit.

All boys from the 82nd.

One radio man, one medic.

You still got his radio?

Afraid not, sir.

Don't get my hopes up.

Apologies, sir.

Second Battalion?

Your drop was almost north of Amfreville.

-That's right, sir. -Sir.

Sweet Mother Machree.

Sir, maybe you could bring us up to speed here.

We walked all day

without finding anyone else from our sticks.

We're not exactly sure what happened.

What happened?

The 82nd Division plan fell completely to pieces.

The krauts dam the rivers blocking our routes inward.