WarHunt

What the hell is that?

What's going on?

Port side engine's on fire.

Go back to your seat.

Controls aren't responding.

Brace for impact!

At 0130, a C-47, alongside its 10-man crew,

disappeared 80 miles south of Stuttgart.

So...

We've been tasked with checking it out.

- Hey, get the gear. - Move out.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Korsky, Hoyte, Gardner, Castle, move.

Get to work.

Simms, rear!

Hey, we found some clips of Swedish...

Everyone else, keep your goddamn ears open.

Vehicle, six o'clock!

Easy, Sergeant.

Fuck.

Son of a fucking... Major Johnson.

What a surprise.

I was told you were running operations

from a chateau outside of Reims, sir.

Yeah, well, I guess I got a little tired

of eating frog legs and foie gras.

Well, I just hope you didn't make the drive in vain, sir.

Hey, come on.

You know, Sergeant, a conductor needs to just

come to the orchestra pit for some time.

You know, from time to time, brother.

Yeah, but this ain't no opera, and these ain't no violins.

They just happen to make sweet music of their own.

Come on, you think you could pick it up a little?

Well, I think it's time I introduce you to someone.

Walsh is an old pupil of mine from back in Texas.

He's also quite literally the only man for the job.

I got 12 men already,

and you know 13 ain't a lucky number.

You know that plane went down behind enemy lines,

and it was carrying sensitive material.

And Walsh is going to be riding with you to retrieve it.

My team doesn't need outside help recovering cargo, sir.

Disobeying orders.

That's a court martial offense.

Yeah, but if I'm in jail,

who's gonna do your dirty work, huh?

It's nice to see you haven't changed.

It's great catching up, Sergeant.

It's always such a pleasure to see you.

Well, but as you know, time is of the essence.

Watch your step.

Come here.

Don't just stand around, we got work, man.

You ever whacked any Jerries?

Depends on your definition of whacked, sir.

Christ, just keeps getting better and better.

All right, listen up, boys.

We're gonna find that wreckage

and we're gonna patch up who we can,

and we're gonna let this guy sift through the rest.

Let's move out!

Keep moving, come on, hey.

You know, when we were at Marseilles,

I pulled Brewer from a burning APC.

Two of his men were still trapped inside.

Bastards, they were screaming,

and before I could get to them,

a Stuka swooped down out of nowhere,

and well, what can I say,

there was nothing left but a crater where they'd been.

Brewer still despises me for it.

He'd rather die a thousand deaths himself

than lose a single damn soldier.

That's the kind of man he is.

And I'll tell you what, I sure wish we had more like him.

All right, all right, waterproof your gear,

we're taking the scenic route.

Yes, Sarge.

All right, wait, fuck, just wait.

Come on, get those tubs and a whetstone.

Walsh, tell me.

What makes this sensitive material so special they need a,

an entire squad dedicated to it?

I don't ask about what they send me to retrieve.

- And why is that? - Keep moving, come on.

Well, if I'm captured, that way it's impossible for them

to get anything out of me,

no matter how much they torture me.

Come on, hurry up.

This just arrived from command, sir.

Let's have some coffee first, huh?

Sir, yes sir.

- Quit moving around! - Flatten it out!

We'll search this quad first.

Make our way to high ground.

All right.

Then scan from there.

I wanna find this crash site before nightfall.

Come on, let's move out.

Oh, shit.

Well, you certainly know you're back in the thick of things

when the lukewarm dirt passes for coffee.

Listen, this operation's been designated top secret.

Anything you hear or see from this point forward

is not to leave this tent.

You get my drift?

Yes, sir.

Understood, sir.

I'm curious, though.

You have some of the best surveyors in the world

at your disposal.

Why bring me in?

Well, I hear your German is impeccable.

My PhD thesis was on dialect diversity

of ancient Germanic tribes.

Well then, let's put it to the test, shall we?

I want you to listen up.

Our codebreaker's been analyzing a transmission

recorded by OSS.

Okay.

Right here, what are they saying?

Just a bunch of random numbers, sir.

No, no, no, no.

The voice in the background, the woman.

I will play it at a half speed.

Sounds like...

Sounds like Baum des Lebens.

Baum des Lebens, what does that mean?

Tree of life.

Tree of life.

Sarge.

Sarge, can I wipe my ass with this

when we run out of toilet paper?

Did our guys do it?

No way.

SAS, maybe.

The Brits wouldn't do this, or the French,

and the Russians ain't this far west.

Luger, nine millimeter.

Krauts did this to their own?

I bet these men were deserters.

You know what I say?

The Krauts start killing Krauts,

sit back and enjoy the fireworks.

Taft.

Let the Jerry rot in peace.

Take cover!

Don't worry, it's okay to piss yourself the first time!

Korsky!

Go.

Thoretti!

Cover fire!

- Go, get in there. - Go!

Clear!

Gardner.

Ask him how many are still out there.

Hey, easy, man, easy.

Can I look?

Come on, boy, speak English.

Shell shock due to severe trauma.

I've seen this before.

Beat him all you want, he ain't saying a word.

Yeah, he shoots well for severe trauma.

Get him up, he's coming with us.

Sergeant?

What's the problem, Walsh?

Forget to get shot?

I hope you get over your trauma soon,

you limey son of a bitch.

Sure it's wise to take him with us?

I'll find a use for him.

He'll give away our position first chance he gets.

You just worry about that plane we need to find, huh?

You and Rucker check it out.

Right there.

Yeah, check it out.

It's nothing, let's go.

Let's go.

Holy fucking fruit.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Okay, yeah.

Oh shit!

Who... who the hell are those women?

They're civilians, they hide up here from us.

Their husbands are off fighting the war somewhere.

I never seen civilians like that before.

Not even in France.

Oh, you haven't been laid in a long time, Ruck.

Maybe you never have.

You kidding me?

I used to get it all the time back home in Sweden.

Yeah, right.

- Women? - Absolute knockouts.

The redhead, man.

She got this gorgeous body with two perfectly round...

At ease, Rucker.

But sorry, Chief,

them girls might know where the plane went down.