The Final Sacrifice

Sit!

Uncle George, this is Lemon Two,

receiving heavy, heavy fire

from target 88 Baker 109er.

Requesting artillery support, over!

I'm gonna need ammunition.

I'm gonna need reinforcement.

I'm gonna need a new goddamn radio, over.

- Sergeant Malone, reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Sergeant.

I have a special job for you, Malone.

Lieutenant Watson and Charlie Company are pinned down

a half a mile south of Montepulciano.

I want you to run 'em a supply of fresh ammo

and a new radio.

With respect, sir, delivering ammunition

is a job for the ordnance boys, not supply.

You been drinking?

No, sir.

- How good are your men with their weapons?

- We don't get to see much action in supply, sir.

- In that case, I have just the man for you.

Name of Packard, Corporal Packard.

You give him a lift back to Charlie Company,

he'll keep you out of trouble.

Yes, sir.

By Christ don't you let those boys down.

I won't, sir.

Dismissed.

You fellas gonna be late meeting Senor Rossini.

He's right, Sal.

You could cut the sergeant in.

Are you nuts, what the hell for?

- Maybe we can get him to turn around and go back.

Nah.

You think Malone's gonna disobey an order?

He would for 300 bucks.

Forget it.

You know Malone.

He finds out we got all this booze, he's gonna drink it.

Murph, pull over, I gotta take a piss.

- Fuckin' Italians, love to dangle their dicks

out in the woods.

How else do you take a piss, Montana?

- I don't love to do it, Louie, I just do it.

They look crazy.

Sal, you speak Italian.

Tell 'em who we are.

Okay, boys, let's get rollin'.

Come on, Montana, let's the get hell out of here.

Shut up, Louie.

Let me out of this truck.

Push.

Push.

Packard, you watch from here.

Galloway, you take the point.

Fenelli...

You keep an eye on those folks over there.

Uncle George, this is Red Parrot, over.

- Red Parrot, this is Uncle George, go ahead, over.

Requesting a replacement vehicle, over.

No fuckin' way.

Sal, go get that wheelbarrow.

What?

- Hey, hey. - Hey, hey.

Oh, come on, we can't walk there

with all these cases, Sergeant.

Well, guess what?

This is your stupid fault, you dumb ass.

You fix the truck.

You here.

Fenelli, you push.

All right, you boys stay here.

Packard and I will check it out.

I know, I know.

Thank you, Sophia.

Sal, ask him about enemy activity.

Brooklyn.

Brooklyn, oh.

- Salut. - Salut.

Don't move.

I'm not moving.

Who the hell are you?

Tommy Kinross.

One of the good guys.

You're English?

I'm Scottish.

If you don't mind.

It's a wee bit nippy out tonight.

Can I come in?

I don't know who was more scared just now, me or you.

Are you a soldier, Tommy?

Aye.

Well, sort of.

Me and my squad got captured by Rommel's crowd near Tripoli.

This is 1942.

And they put us on a boat to Italy

which nearly sank in a huge storm.

Then we drove for days on end to some godforsaken camp

in the middle of nowhere.