Unbroken

We are here.

At 8, 000 feet. This is it, boys.

You got it, Zamp?

Roger.

You hit this one, drinks are on me.

I ain't going to a bar with you, handsome.

You confuse all the broads.

Get your cameras, boys.

I'm gonna light it up like Christmas.

Pilot to bombardier, your ship.

Bombardier to pilot. Roger.

Bombardier to crew, bomb bay doors open.

Bay doors open!

Damn flak.

Argh!

On, boy!

Come on.

Come on, Zamp.

There you are.

Bombs away.

Bombardier to pilot, your ship.

Roger.

Okay.

Here we go.

Yeah, just like Christmas.

Bomb bay doors are stuck.

Uh-Oh.

- Zero, inbound, 10 o'clock, level. - All right.

Here they come, boys. Call them out.

Gotta get those doors closed, Zamp.

Roger.

Get them, get them, get them, Mitchell.

Coming in high at nine o'clock .

Coming level to three.

Take 'em out, Mitchell.

Low, he's going low.

Brooks, he's going down.

He's coming to your side.

Glassman!

Glassman!

Okay, okay.

I know, I know. I know. Let me take a look at you.

I know, buddy, I know.

Just be brave now, all right?

You're still good looking. You're still very handsome.

You make me sick!

Yeah!

I know.

You got it, buddy. You got it. I'm right here.

I want to go home. You will, Harry.

You will. All right? You think about home. Okay?

Oh, boy.

Louie?

Lambert.

Here, take this. All right? Take this.

It's okay. Take this.

Pillsbury?

Nice work, boys.

Everything's shot up back there, Phil.

We got no hydraulics but we're still flying.

We got no flaps, Phil. So basically we got no brakes.

How far to base?

I don't know. Five hours.

If we make it that far.

The runway is over 6,000 feet,

but we're gonna need at least 10

if we got no brakes.

God created two great lights.

The greater fight to rule over the day,

and the lesser light

to rule over the night.

Now these things,

light and dark, day and night,

are separated from each other.

God created each in its place.

He did not create a battle between them.

He said, " I have created both of these things."

You must live through the night.

Don't battle with it.

For God said, "The night also is mine."

He sent his son, Jesus, not to do battle.

Not to wage war on the sins of man,

but to forgive them.

Forgive the sin.

Smile on the sinner.

Accept the darkness.

Live through the night.

Love thine enemy.

Zamperini!

Hey!

Is that garlic I smell?

What are you doing, wop?

Hey, why don't you go back to Italy?

You and your greasy wop family.

- Get him up. - Get up.

Hey! Hey!

Get off him!

Stay down. Dumb dago.

Hey! Hey! Get him off me!

Jesus.

Hey!

- Shit. - Go, go, go.

Only reason you're not in reform school now

is because of the respect we have for your parents.

Everybody in town wants you put away.

Sorry, Louise. He was fighting again.

And, uh, we found this.

He painted the bottle. It's liquor.

What do you think? He's kinda cute, right?

Come on, Jimmy, pick it up! Go, go, go!

Come on, Pete!

Go! Go! Go!

Come on, pass him!

Is someone down there?

Who's down there?

This is so dumb.

Since when were you so smart?

Come on. Faster.

Why? No one's chasing me.

I'm chasing you.

I can't do this, Pete. I'm not like you.

I'm nothing. Just let me be nothing.

What are you talking about?

I can't make a track team.

I don't even know why you want me to. Yes, you can.

If you can take it, you can make it.

What?

If you can take it, you can make it.

All right. You train and you fight

way harder than those other guys.

And you win. You get out from under them.

Or you keep going the way you're going

and you end up as a bum in the streets.

You can do this, Lou. Just gotta believe you can.

I don't believe.

I do.

Come on.

Come on!

You dumb dago!

Come on, Louie!

Boy, oh, boy, can that guy fly.

They're calling him the Torrance Tornado.

This kid Zamperini runs like his feet never touch the ground.

Come on! Keep going!

Come on, Louie!

Come on, Louie! Come on, Louie!

Come on, come on, come on!

The Torrance Tornado smoked the mile

in 4 minutes, 21.3 seconds.

Zamperini is now officially the fastest

high school runner in American history.

Folks, this kid is on his way to the Olympics!

Why would I come? You're not going to win.

Sure. I know that. It's all right.

Four years' time, next Olympics, that's when I show them.

This is just the tryouts for me.

Tokyo. Tokyo.

Smart kid.

Take care of yourself, all right? Mmm-hmm.

Go have a little fun, too, huh?

Say hi to those pretty German broads for me.

You know it.

Come here.

Thanks, Pete.

For everything.

Go on.

Louie.

A moment of pain is worth a lifetime of glory.

You remember that.

Gear is down.

All right, here we go.

Still coming in pretty hot. 110.

Almost.

Still too fast.

Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.

Flat tire.

Thank you, God.

Now you're praying?

I was busy before.

My mother does that sometimes.

Yeah. A lot of people do this.

He say anything back?

Yeah. What?

He says my bombardier is a dope.

Really?

All right, buddy.

Now!

Come on, Louie!

Keep on, buddy.

Keep pushing.

Whoa!

Yeah?

Huh?

Oh, boy!

4:12. Getting close.

I hope you're not that fast in the sack.

Oh, boy.

Wrap it up, speedy. Huh?