Band of Brothers

Yup. Standing in the door, I could see...

...the lights on a drop zone.

And I had to assume that was our drop zone way in the-- Ahead of us.

And...

So that-- We had-- Had the red light.

I had everybody standing up, ready to jump.

So when the plane started to get hit, and suddenly...

...the pilot gives me the green light, I'm out the door immediately.

Got such an opening blast from the-- Or opening shot from the prop blast...

...that it broke this chinstrap that we had on this helmet liner.

And that's when I lost this famous leg bag that everybody talks about.

Just from the shock of the opening, it just flew right off my foot.

We came from the sky.

We hit, and in any direction you went, there would be enemy. You knew it.

And that was all part of-- Of what you accepted.

How do you prepare yourself mentally?

Each man must do that himself.

Each man must prepare himself mentally...

...to-- To make that jump.

In the back of your mind, you-- You know...

...you wonder what's gonna happen and all that.

You know you've-- You've been trained and trained and trained...

...and what your job is gonna be and what you're supposed to do and--

Oh, that's what you gotta think about. You know?

And we lost a lot of people that night.

But you try to put it all out of your mind.

Smith!

Give me a light.

Lip! Did Evans make it?

Yes, sir. He's in Lieutenant Meehan's stick, sir.

Lieutenant Meehan. Lieutenant Meehan.

Bill could use some help.

Bill!

Bill, hey! Bill! I need your help here.

Oh, no. Flying Arado on the wing.

I repeat, we got a temperature on the wing.

Get ready!

Stand up!

Hook up!

Equipment check!

- Sound off for equipment check! - Ten okay!

- Nine okay! - Eight okay!

- Seven okay! - Six okay!

- Five okay! - Four okay!

- Three okay! - Two okay!

One okay!

Fuck!

Jesus Christ! Let's go, let's go!

- Does that light look green to you? - Let's go! Let's go!

I'm hit!

Jesus! Tell Meehan to get them out of there!

Two o'clock!

- Oh, Jesus Christ! - Hold it steady!

- Go! - Come on and jump, sir!

Don't listen to me.

- He's staying on the plane! - Move!

You're not jumping.

- He's okay! Go, sir! Go! - All right!

Son of a bitch.

Where's the goddamn DZ?

- Maybe three more minutes on this bearing! - We get any lower, we ain't gonna need...

...any frigging parachutes!

- Slow down! - We gotta get some altitude!

But they can't jump at this speed!

We there?

Oh, God!

Oh, no!

Let's go!

- Flash. - Shit.

I don't think that's the correct reply, trooper.

- I say "flash," you say "thunder." - Yes, sir. Thunder, sir.

Musette bag.

Coach? Sir, it's Hall, sir. I was on the basketball team.

- Leg bag? - Prop blast got it, sir.

- And my radio and batteries with it. - Mine too.

It landed somewhere behind those trees.

Okay.

Follow me.

Hell with that!

Wait until they reload.

Go.

- Aren't you D Company? - Able, sir.

Guess that means one of us is in the wrong drop zone, sir.

Yeah, or both of us.

- Do you have a weapon, sir? - Just my knife.

Do you have any idea where we are, sir?

Some.

- So you're a radioman. - Yes, sir.

Well, I was until I lost my radio on the jump.

I'm sure I'll get chewed out for that.

Well, if you were in my platoon...

...I'd tell you, you were a rifleman first and a radioman second.

Well, maybe you could tell that to my platoon leader.

When we find him. If we find him.

It's a deal.

First, I need your help. Locate some landmarks to get our bearings.

Keep your eyes peeled for buildings, farmhouses...

...bridges, roads, trees.

I wonder if the rest of them are as lost as we are.

We're not lost, private. We're in Normandy.

- Who's that? - Lieutenant Winters? Is that you?

Sit down, down here.

- Sit down. Any weapon? - No, sir.

As soon as I hit that prop blast, so long leg bag. All I got is this knife and some TNT.

- These 82nd boys got their M-1 s though. - Oh, man. 82nd?

- Where the hell are we? - Sir, I saw a sign back thataways.

It said "Sainte-Mère-Église."

Flashlight?

Raincoat?

- You got a raincoat? - Yeah, yeah.

We're about 7 kilometers away from our objective.

And four hours away from when we need to have it secured.

So we got a lot of walking ahead of us.

You men'll stick with us until we find your unit.

Let's go.

- Hey, sarge, where are we going? - Causeway Number 2, Utah Beach.

The Germans flooded the fields inland.

We don't clear those roads, our boys ain't going nowhere.

The five of us ain't gonna secure a road. That looey don't even have a weapon.

I don't remember hearing about any rail roads near our objective.

I'm telling you, this is the spur line that runs parallel to the river.

We should be coming up to a road and bridge ahead.

Yeah, how would you know?

Because I studied the sand tables, all right?

- Probably a frigging train or-- - Shh.

- Flash. - Thunder.

Lieutenant, is that you?

- Malarkey. - Sir. Sir.

- Glad to see you, sir. - Hey, fellas.

- Hey, fellas. - Hey, everybody okay?

- How are you? - Good to see you.

- Nice to see you. - Get moving.

- Guarnere? - Sir.

You and Hall up front.

Who the hell is Hall?

Lipton. Go. Guarnere.

Wait for my command.

Grenade! Grenade!

That's enough, Guarnere!

- Everyone okay? - Yes, sir.

Next time I say wait for my command, you wait for my command, sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Here you go, lieutenant. Kraut weapon.

Fine, Quaker.

- What's that guy's problem? - Gonorrhea.

Really?

His name, dummy. Guarnere, gonorrhea, get it?

So besides having a shitty name, what's his problem?

None of your fucking business, cowboy.

- All right, let's move out. - Yes, sir.

Quietly.

- You see him? He just sat there. - He didn't have a weapon.

- What's he gonna do, shout at them? - He shouts at me for killing Krauts.

He just wanted you to wait for his command.

Joe, he don't even drink.

Lipton! Wynn!

Anybody who needs supplies or ammo, now's the time to get it.

McDowell! You okay?

- Yes, sergeant. - Well, let's go.

Hey, I promised my kid brother I'd fetch him back a Luger.

So I got first dibs, okay? Check that one.

It's the Navy.

The landings have started. Let's go.

- Let's move it out. - Right on time.

- Yeah? Tell that to him, cowboy. - My name's Hall.

- That so? - Let's move out.

- You just gotta learn to return his fire, is all. - You just gotta realize it ain't about you.

- I just heard his brother-- - Malarkey, shut your yap.

His brother got it at Cassino. Found out before we jumped.

Morning, sir.

Battalion sure will be happy to see you guys.

- Where? - At the farm, sir.

Top of the morning to you, fellas. Enjoying the war?

Where you from, son?

Eugene, Oregon.

Eugene? You gotta be kidding me.

Popeye, did you hear this? I'm from Astoria.

- You don't say. - Yeah. Orange Street.

What gives? What are you doing in a Kraut uniform?

- Come again? - My family answered the call.

All true Aryans should return to the Fatherland.

- Joined up in '41. - You're shitting me, right?

Hey, Malarkey! Stop fraternizing with the enemy! Get over here!

- What--? What got you to Eugene? - I was born in Eugene.

Really?

Popeye.

Hey, Popeye!

- Hey, Harry! - Carry on.

- Easy Company. - Bill!

- Popeye. Good to see you. - Good to see you.

- And this here's Hall, Able Company. - Known as Cowboy.

- You from Texas? - Manhattan.

Lieutenant Winters!

- Hey, fellas, how you doing? - What's going on?

- What's the holdup? - I'm not sure.

Five'll get you ten it's got something to do with that.

Yeah.

It's good to see you, Dick.

Yeah, you too, Buck. What's the situation?

Oh, not good. Ninety percent of the men are still unaccounted for.