Band of Brothers

Everybody was happy to see the war coming to an end.

The Germans didn't have a heart for it and realized the end was there.

We used to say, "The only good Kraut is a dead one." Well... .

Most of them were kids. We all were kids.

They had a job to do, same as me.

We went about and did the job that we had to do.

We thought Germans were the evilest people in the world.

As the war went along, we found that it wasn't the Germans, per se.

I've thought about this often.

That man and I might've been good friends.

He might've liked to fish, or to hunt.

You never know.

Of course, we were both doing what we were supposed to do...

...but under different circumstances, we might've been friends.

That way. That way.

One thing about the Krauts. They sure clean up good.

Yeah, all you need is a little Mozart.

Beethoven.

- Sorry, sir? - That's not Mozart.

That's Beethoven.

Come on, chicken.

All right, this one's got some, George.

You grab the chicken, I grab the eggs.

Great. Fine.

Grab him by the foot. Come on.

If this thing bites me, Frank, I swear I'll shoot it.

Hold on!

- Come on, George. - Hold on a second. Hold on.

Hey, come on. I just wanna talk to you.

I just want to talk.

Look what I got.

Chocolate bar. You like that? You like chocolate?

- Luz, leave her alone. - Frank, leave me alone, okay?

Don't like chocolate? How's this?

Cigarettes. Camel.

- Yeah, you like that. - Luz...

Frank, go make your omelet!

You ain't getting my eggs, blockhead.

My friend just keeps talking.

I got two packs here. Give it to your friends.

Why don't you come sit? Wanna sit down?

That's it. We'll smoke cigarettes.

Hey, Frank. Hold on.

Perc.

Jesus, come on.

What?

- That Captain Nixon? - I think so.

- Why's he in his harness? - I don't know.

Maybe we jumped into Berlin, the war's over.

- No dice with the Fräulein? - She smacked me in the mouth.

Germany's looking like pretty good fraternizing territory.

Lose your cigarettes?

Oh, God! Yeah, yeah.

God!

- Janovec? - Oh, shit!

Sir!

Where's my stuff?

I thought I'd leave it over there, sir.

Here.

- Thanks. - You're welcome, sir.

Sir.

- Morning, sir. - Good morning.

- You got a box all this will fit into? - Yes, sir. Same destination?

Yeah.

I'll make sure it goes out first thing.

Thank you, private.

Your folks'll have quite a collection when you get...

...home, sir.

Finders, keepers.

Yes, sir.

Nix?

- Nix? - In here.

You dog.

Making combat jumps while I'm in supply briefings all morning.

Yeah, lucky me.

You're the only man in the 101st with three stars over his jump wings.

Not bad for someone who's never fired in combat.

Really?

- Really, you've never...? - Nope.

Even with all the action we've seen?

Not a round.

So... .

How'd it go this morning? The jump?

It was great. Fantastic.

Took a direct hit over the drop zone. I got out. Two others.

The rest?

They blew up over Germany somewhere. Boom.

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. - About what?

- Tough situation for the... - Yeah, the boys. Terrible.

Oh well, wasn't me.

You know, the real tragedy is, they also lost their CO.

Guess who gets to write the letters home?

Goddamn nightmare.

Got a visit from Colonel Sink this morning.

- And how is the good colonel? - Concerned.

Still drinking nothing but Vat 69?

Only the finest for Mrs. Nixon's baby boy.

That a problem up at Regiment?

What, this? Is that what he said?

No, I just don't like it up there.

Good.

You'll be happy to hear that Sink is transferring you to Battalion S3.

What do you think I should write to these parents?

- Hear what I said? You've been demoted. - Demoted, got you.

How do I tell them their kids never made it out?

Tell them what you always tell them. Their sons died as heroes.

You really still believe that?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Don't you?

The Cooperative for American Remittance to Europe...

...is assembling food packs to assist European families in dire need.

Presumably all of them.

Notes to your family reminding them to donate are appreciated.

I'm sure you'll all be happy to know Oklahoma is still playing.

O'Keefe, you sitting on your bayonet? Leave the singing to Luz.

Unless you wanna do "Surrey With the Fringe on Top."

- Rita Hayworth's getting married. - Say it isn't true.

Abbott and Costello... .

Resistance in Ruhr's crumbling. Might be a breakout in Remagen.

The Krauts forgot to blow up one of their bridges.

I guess the 17th Airborne did okay, after all.

We'd be in Berlin by now, if it was us instead of them.

Perconte! How you doing?

When will we jump into Berlin, see some real action?

- You in a rush? - No.

What, you want a Medal of Honor?

- I just thought I'd ask. - Do us all a favor. Don't think.

Damn replacements.

- Hallelujah. - About time.

You're lucky. Nixon was giving a current-events lecture.

- Tell me nothing's happening. - Nothing.

Couple of artillery rounds at dawn, probably from across the river.

That's about it. It spooked Hashey, though.

- Here, I just finished it. - Any sex in it?

Ain't that kind of book.

- See you. - Yeah, see you.

Hey, O'Brien. Relax, I'm trying to read.

It's O'Keefe.

Is that right?

Patrick O'Keefe. My friends call me Paddy.

Hey, O'Brien. Shut up!

I told you, it's O'Keefe.

Know why no one remembers your name? No one wants to.

There's too many Smiths, DiMattos and O'Keefes...

...who replace Toccoa men that you got killed in the first place.

They're all like you. Piss and vinegar.

"Where are the Krauts? When do we jump into Berlin?"

Two days later, their guts are hanging out...

...and they're screaming for a medic, begging for their mother.

Dumb fucks don't even know they're dead.

You listening to me?

This is the best part of war I've seen.

I got hot chow, hot showers, warm bed.

Germany is as good as being home. I wiped my ass with real toilet paper.

Quit asking if you'll see action.

And stop with the fucking love songs.

- When you ship out? A few weeks ago? - Yeah.

It's been two years since I seen home.

Two years.

This fucking war.

Neither patrol found one Kraut.

They're across the river now. Send a night patrol.

Check the embankment on the far side.

President's dead.

Pair of queens bets.

- All right, 2 bucks. - Nix?

- No, I'm out. - All right.

Well, I'll call your 2 and I'll raise you another 2.

- Can't believe we won't go to Berlin. - No shit.

- Ike'll let the Russkies have it. - Russkies.

Goddamn it.

This war's not about fighting, it's about who gets what.

Deal me out of the next hand.

What about your money?

- Are we waiting on him again? - Yeah.

Goddamn drugstore.

Sir.

Hey guys, wait up!

- Hey, Dexter. - Good to see you.

- You know who that was? - No.

Morning.

Captain Nixon, good to see you. I have mail for you.

I was gonna drop it off this afternoon with all the other mail...

...but since you're here... .

Listen, I'm having some trouble finding whiskey.

- Whiskey? - A particular brand of whiskey.

- Vat 69. - Exactly right.

That won't be easy to find here in Germany.

- Pickings are slim. - I know it.

And even if I do find some, sir, it won't be cheap.

- Not a problem. - Vest, you hear the news?

- Sir, I didn't know you were here. - News?

300,000 Krauts just surrendered.

- Three hundred? - We're moving out in an hour.

- One hour? - Yeah.

Sir? Sir! Your mail.

Keep looking.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Get a move on. Let's go.

Jesus Christ. The dog?

Lew?