"a division of time warner entertainment company, I. p." "it was a situation there where everybodywas happy to see the war coming to an end, and the germans didn't really have that much of a heart for it, they realized that the end was there." "we used to say that the only good kraut is a dead one." "well, but there was something in there that, you know,  hey that was a kid." "most of 'em were kids,  we all were kids." "they had a job to do the same way as me, so, we went about and did the job that we had to do." "I think we thought that the germans were probably the evilest people in the world." "but... as the war went along, we found out also that it wasn't the germans, per se." "a lot of those,  a lot of those soldiers," "I've thought about this often, that man and I might have been good friends." "we might have had a lot in common." "he might have Iked to fish, you know, he might have lked to hunt." "er, you never know,  you know." "of course, theywere doing what theywere supposed to do, and I was trying to do what I was supposed to do." "but, er, under different circumstances we might have been good friends." "that way." "tell you one thing about the krauts." "they sure clean up good." "yeah, all you need's a little mozart." "beethoven." "sorry, sir?" "that's not mozart." "that's beethoven." "come on, chicken." "alright, this one's got some, george." "you, er... you grab the chicken and I'm gonna grab the eggs." "great, alright." "just grab him by the foot." "come on, chicken." "alright, if this thing bites me, frank, I swear I'll shoot it." "gutentag, fraulein." "gutentag." "hold on!" "hold-- but, george..." "I'll be right back." "hold on a second,  hold on." "hey, hey,  hey, come on." "I just wanna talk to ya." "I just wanna talk to you, that's all,  I just wanna talk." "okay, look what I got,  chocolate bar, huh?" "you Ike that?" "you lke chocolate, huh?" "hey, luz, why don't you leave her alone?" "frank, why don't you just leave me alone, okay?" "you don't lke chocolate?" "forget it, I don't lke chocolate either." "how about this?" "cigarettes." "camel?" "yeah, you lke that, huh?" "come on, luz." "frank, please,  why don't you go make your omelet?" "well, you ain't getting none of my eggs, blockhead." "jesus, my friend just keeps talking." "here, I got two packs here, give it to your friends or something." "why don't you come and sit down?" "wanna sit down?" "here?" "come on,  that's it." "hey, frank,  hold on." "perc, jesus,  come on." "what?" "that cap'n nixon?" "I think so." "what the hell's he doing in his harness?" "I don't know." "maybe we jumped into berlin, the war's over." "yeah, huh." "so, what happened?" "no dice with the fraulein?" "no dice." "she smacked me in the mouth." "tell you what,  though." "germany's looking lke it's gonna be pretty good fraternizing territory, huh?" "did you lose your cigarettes?" "oh god." "god, ja,  ja, ja." "oh god." "hold up,  hold up, hold up." "that's right, yeah." "janovec?" "oh, shit!" "sir." "where's my stuff?" "I thought I'd leave it over there, sir." "over there." "here." "thanks." "you're welcome, sir." "oh, sir." "morning, sir." "morning." "you got a box all this stuff will fit into?" "yes, sir, I think so,  same destination?" "yeah." "yes, sir,  I'll make sure it goes out first thing in the morning." "thank you,  private." "boy, your folks are sure gonna have quite a collection by the time you get... home, sir." "finders keepers." "yes, sir." "nix?" "nix?" "in here." "dog." "making combat jumps with the 17th." "while I'm in supply briefings all morning." "yeah, lucky me." "well, congratulations." "you're probably the only man in the 101st with three combat stars over his jump wings." "not bad for someone who's never fired his weapon in combat, huh?" "really?" "really,  you've never... no." "oh, not even with all the action we've seen?" "not a round." "so, er... how'd it go, this morning, the jump?" "it was great,  fantastic." "we took a direct hit over the drop zone." "I got out,  two others got out." "the rest of the boys?" "well, they blew up over germany somewhere." "boom." "yeah." "yeah, I'm sorry." "about what?" "well, tough situation for the-- oh, yeah,  the boys, yeah." "it's terrible." "oh, well,  wasn't me." "you know, the real tragedy is they also lost their c. o., so, guess who gets to write all the letters home?" "goddamn nightmare." "got avisit from colonel sink this morning." "mmm?" "and how is the good colonel?" "concerned." "still drinking nothing but the vat 69, huh?" "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 lke it up there." "good, so you'll be happy to hear that sink is transferring you back down to battalion "s-3"." "what do you think I should write to these parents, dick?" "hear what I said, nix?" "you've been demoted." "yeah, demoted,  got you." "'cause I don't know how to tell them, their kids never even made it out of the goddamn plane." "you tell 'em what you always tell 'em, their sons died as heroes." "you really still believe that?" "yeah." "yeah, I do." "don't you?" ""the co-operative for american remittance to europe," ""or care, has begun assembling food packages stateside to assist those european families in dire need."" "which is presumably all of them." "so, er, notes home to your family reminding them to donate whatever they can,  would be much appreciated." "I'm sure that you'll be happy to know" ""oklahoma's" still playing on broadway." "yay!" "oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain and the waving wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right behind the rain o'keefe, you were sitting on your bayonet there?" "why don't you leave the singing to luz?" "hey, unless you wanna do Ike," ""surreywith the fringe on top", o'keefe." "rita hayworth's getting married." "oh, rita, say it isn't true." "abbott and costello... wartime news." ""resistance in the rhur pocket's crumbling." "it looks Ike there might be a breakout in remagen."" "apparently the krauts forgot to blow up one of their bridges when they headed back over the rhine." "I guess the boys in the 17th airborne did okay after all." "ah, forget it, we'd be in berlin by now, sir, if it was us instead of them, huh?" "that's right!" "so, when d'you think we're gonna jump into berlin, see some real action?" "you in a rush?" "no." "so, what, you wanna go home with a congressional medal of honor or something?" "no, I just thought I'd ask." "yeah, well, why don't you do us all a favor?" "don't think." "damn replacements." "mmm... hallelujah." "'bout time." "yeah, well, consider yourselves lucky." "nixon was giving another "current events" lecture." "so, tell me nothing's happening." "nothing's happening." "couple of artillery rounds at dawn, probably from across the river, but... that's about it." "it spooked hashey,  though." "here, perco, I just finished it." "oh, yeah,  any sex in it?" "ain't that kind of book." "see ya." "yeah, see ya." "okay, move on." "hey, o'brien." "relax, would you,  I'm trying to read." "it's o'keefe." "is that right?" "yeah." "patrick o'keefe." "my friends call me paddy." "hey, o'brien." "shut up!" "I told you,  it's o'keefe." "d'you knowwhy no one remembers your name?" "it's 'cause no one wants to remember your name." "there's too many smiths,  dimattos and o'keefes, and o'briens,  who show up here, replacing toccoa men, that you dumb replacements got killed in the first place." "and they're all Ike you." "they're all piss and vinegar." ""where are the krauts at?"" ""let me at 'em."" ""when will I get to jump into berlin?"" "two days later,  there they are, with their blood and guts hanging out and they're screaming for a medic." "begging for their goddamn mother." "them dumb fucks don't even know they're dead yet." "hey, are you listening to me?" "!" "d'you understand that this is the best part of fucking war I've seen?" "I got hot chow,  hot showers, warm bed." "germany is almost as good as being home." "I even got to wipe my ass with real toilet paper today." "so, quit asking about when you're gonna see some action, will ya?" "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 fuckin' war." "neither patrol found a single kraut." "there were none here either." "they'll be across the river by now." "let's send out a night patrol." "check out the embankment on the far side." "president's dead." "pair of queens bets." "alright, two bucks." "nix." "no, I'm out." "alright." "well, I'll call you two, and I'll raise you another two." "oh, I can't believe we're not gonna drop into berlin." "no shit." "ke's gonna let the russkie's have it." "hah, russkies." "goddamnit." "let me tell you something, welsh, this war is not about fighting anymore." "it's about who gets what." "why don't you deal me out of the next hand?" "what about your money?" "are we waiting on him again?" "yep." "goddamn drugstore" "sir.  sir." "whoa, hey, guys,  wait up." "hey, dexter,  how you doing?" "good to see you." "you know who that was?" "no." "morning." "captain nixon." "good to see you, sir." "I think I have some mail for you." "yeah, I was gonna drop it off this afternoon with all the other 2nd battalion mail, but since you're here... yeah." "thanks." "listen, I'm having some trouble finding some whiskey." "whiskey?" "yeah, a particular brand of whiskey." "vat 69." "exactly, right." "I gotta be honest with you, sir, that ain't gonna be easy to find here in germany." "pickings are kind of slim here." "yeah, don't I know it." "and even if I do find some, sir... it ain't gonna be cheap." "well, that won't be a problem." "hey, vest,  you hear the news?" "oh, sorry, sir, I didn't realize that you were here." "what news?" "300,000 krauts just surrendered." "300?" "yeah, we're moving out in an hour." "one hour?" "yeah." "er, sir, sir." "your mail." "keep looking." "excuse me,  pardon me." "get a move on,  let's go." "jesus christ,  the dog?" "lew?" "cathy's divorcing me." "I'm sorry." "she's taking everything." "she's taking the house, taking the kid, she's taking the dog." "it's not even her dog!" "it's my dog!" "she's taking my dog!" "let's go, load 'em up, c'mon!" "sarge, what d'you have in here?" "germans?" "hey, perconte." "you got a lighter?" "no, sir,  I don't smoke." "hey, where we headed?" "we're going to the alps,  let me see that lighter." "the alps?" "yeah." "that near berlin, sir?" "no." "that's in bavaria." "birthplace of national socialism." "so, that mean no drop into berlin?" "no drop into berlin." "hitler ordered the waffen s. s.  to hole up in the mountains and repel all the invaders." "he wants them to start a guerrillawar." "invaders." "damn, I Ike the sound of that." "they'll die the last man trying." "sir." "what?" "my lighter." "alright,  nice lighter." "thanks." "waffen s. s., huh?" "hey, looks Ike you're gonna get your wish anyway, o'flannahy." "those guys... fucking crazy." "it's o'keefe." "he ain't gonna jump no more gory, gory,  what a helluvaway to die gory, gory, what a helluva way to die gory, gory,  what a helluva way to die he ain't gonna jump no more" "christ was strapped around his neck... surround his scaly bones the canopy became the shroud he hurdled to the ground he ain't gonna jump no more" "gory, gory,  what a helluvaway to die gory, gory, what a helluvaway to die gory, gory,  what a helluvaway to die you okay, nix?" "yeah, I'm fine." "he ain't gonna jump no more she hates that dog." "were heard to say a helluva way to die he laid there rolling round in the welter of his gore he ain't gonna jump no more gory, gory,  what a helluvaway to die gory, gory, what a helluvaway to die" "gory, gory,  what a helluvaway to die he ain't gonna jump no more" "there's gonna be good times, web." "when we get home, I mean." "first thing I'm gonna do is get my job back at the cab company in frisco." "make a killing off all those fucking sailors coming home,  you know?" "then I'm gonna find me a nice jewish girl, with great big,  soft titties, and a smile to die for." "marry her, then I'm gonna buy a house, a big house." "with lots of bedrooms for all the little liebgotts we're gonna be making." "she oughta lke that." "hey, janovec,  what ya reading?" "um, an article." "no shit." "what's it about?" "it's about why we're fighting the war." "why are we fighting the war, janovec?" "it seems that the germans are bad." "very bad." "you don't say." "the germans are bad, huh?" "hey, frank, this guy's reading an article over here, it says the germans are bad." "so, what about you web?" "you learn something new every day, huh?" "I guess I'll finish school first and then, er... wait a minute,  finish school?" "you mean all this time you've been talking about harvard this and harvard that,  and you ain't even finished?" "for one thing I haven't told you anything." "oh." "yes, yes,  I haven't finished." "so, the fuck what?" "alright, we'll let it breathe a little, jesus." "fuck." "it's just the wayyou always talked, you know?" "we all figured that... hey, you knowwhat,  you're right." "so, the fuck what?" "so, what did you, um... literature." "get outta here." "you serious?" "I love to read." "do you?" "yeah." "dick tracy,  flash gordon mostly." "yeah, fuck." "tell her she's got five minutes." "raust, raust." "sir, she says they've got nowhere to go, but the house next door is... hey, hey,  d'you hear this?" "this guy says he ain't a nazi." "now, why is it in all of germany I've never met one nazi yet?" "we're only gonna be here one night." "you've got four minutes." "raust." "come on." "let's go, go, move!" "all of you, out!" "look at 'em." "even in defeat, they still know how to march with pride." "hey, you!" "that's right, you stupid kraut bastards!" "that's right!" "say hello to ford and general fucking motors." "you stupid fascist pigs." "look at you!" "you have horses." "what were you thinking?" "that's enough,  webster." "give it a rest." "dragging our asses half-way around the world, interrupting our lives." "for what?" "!" "you ignorant,  servile scum!" "what the fuck are we doing here?" "!" "huh?" "!" "I wanna send out some patrols." "we'll have "dog" here in the village." ""easy" and "fox" in the woods." ""easy company's" gonna take the north-west." "lieutenant lipton." "sir." "have 1st and 2nd platoons swing up to the woods." "have 3rd swing around." "yes, sir,  1st sergeant talbert." "you're not worried about an ambush, are you?" "no." "just in case we have to stay here for the night." "o'keefe.  sarge." "why the hell are you so jumpy, boy?" "I'm not jumpy." "I'm fine.  shit." "can hear your heart pounding in arkansas, boy." "jesus christ,  give the kid a break, bull." "hey, george." "yeah?" "does this kinda remind you of bastogne?" "yeah, now that you mention it." "except, of course,  there's no snow, we got warm grub in our bellies, and the trees aren't fucking exploding from kraut artillery." "but, yeah, frank,  other than that, it's a lot lke bastogne." "right." "bull, smack him for me, please." "thank you." "hello?" "hello?" "it sure is quiet." "he is right, fellas." "you seen foley?" "no." "hey, guys." "any of you guys see any of the officers?" "no, speak to popeye, hey pop." "popeye, you seen any officers?" "nixon, foley?" "speirs is searching them buildings right down the street." "what's the matter?" "more, more, have you seen any of the officers?" "yeah, major winters is right in there." "are you alright,  frank?" "major winters, sir." "er, we found something." "oh, we're out on patrol and we came across this... what, what,  what, what?" "frank, frank,  what is it?" "I don't know, sir." "I don't know." "major, sir." "open it up." "yes, sir." "stand back." "give us some room here, stand back." "back, back" "christenson, any of your men speak german?" "no, sir." "I need liebgott,  liebgott!" "lipton,  find me liebgott." "yes, sir." "liebgott, liebgott!" "liebgott!" "major needs you up front, right now." "sure." "alright, boys." "these people need care." "give them water and any spare rations you might have." "grab me some blankets, quick." "oh, my god." "dick?" "I'm sorry." "here, take some water." "jesus, web, can you believe this place?" "no." "it's okay." "better now." "he said the guards left this morning, sir." "they burned some of the huts first." "with the prisoners still in them, sir... alive." "jesus christ." "some of the prisoners tried to stop them." "some of them were killed." "they didn't have enough ammo for all the prisoners, so... they killed as many as they could... before they left the camp." "they locked the gates behind them and headed south." "someone in town must have told them we were coming." "yeah, I think so." "will you ask him, ask him what kind of camp this is?" "um, what, er... why are they here?" "he says it's awork camp for, er... unerwunscht?" "I'm not sure what the word means, sir." "er, unwanted,  dislked maybe?" "criminals?" "I don't think criminals, sir." "no." "doctors, musicians... tailors, clerks, farmers, intellectuals,  I mean, normal people." "juden, juden." "juden." "they're jews." "poles and gypsies." "liebgott?" "the women's camp is at the next railroad stop." "hey, babe,  come here." "look at their arms." "Ike cattle." "goddamn." "ah, jesus." "o'keefe?" "o'keefe?" "I'm gonna call sink." "find speirs and figure out how the hell to get them some food, and water." "let's go, let's pick up the pace, come on." "sergeant martin, get whatever we can fit on the deuce and a half." "move, let's move." "shut up." "take everything,  take it all." "check the back and shut up!" "check the back and see if there's any kind of a service." "shut up!" "I said shut up,  you nazi fuck!" "you're not a nazi?" "my mistake,  you fat fucking prick." "how about a human being?" "are you one of those?" "or are you gonna tell me that you never smelled the fucking stench?" "let him go, web." "he says he doesn't knowwhat the hell you're talking about." "bullshit." "sergeant talbert,  this is chaos." "there's plenty to go round, please." "we've got more water on the way." "dick, major winters." "yes, sir." "sir." "this is doctor kent,  the regimental surgeon." "now, doc, you tell major winters and cap'n nixon what you just told me." "yes, sir." "we need to stop giving these men food right now." "they're starving." "if we give them too much to eat too quickly, they'll eat themselves to death." "we need to keep them in the camp 'til we can find a place for 'em in town." "you want us to lock these people back up?" "we got no choice, nix." "otherwise they might scatter." "we need to keep them centralized so, we can supervise their food intake and medical treatment." "so, until we find some place better... colonel sink." "it's a crying ass shame,  but let's get it done." "yes, sir." "I don't Ike it any more than you guys." "general taylor?" "bob sink,506." "sir, we're on, er,  we're at landsberg, the other side of buchloe." "we found something I believe you ought to see, sir." "I can't tell them that, sir." "you've got to, joe." "yes, sir." "grant, christenson." "these prisoners have to be put back in the camp immediately." "let the men know." "turns out I'm staying in the only dry friggin' house in germany." "thought you weren't drinking the local." "yeah, well." "heard from division." "been finding camps Ike this all over the place." "jesus." "seems the russians liberated one a lot worse." "worse?" "yeah." "apparently." "10 times as big." "execution chambers,  ovens." "oh, for cremating all the bodies." "jesus." "the locals claim that, they never even knew the camp existed." "they say we're exaggerating." "well, they're gonna have a helluva education tomorrow." "general taylor declared martial law about an hour ago." "ordered every able-bodied german in town, aged 14 to 80, to start burying the bodies." "that'll begin in the morning." "10th armored are gonna supervise clean-up." "what about us?" "we head out for... thalem, thalem,  tomorrow." "1200 hours." "kerchief, sir?" "what?" "no, thanks." "move along." "over there." "hitler's dead." "holy shit." "shot himself in berlin." "is the war over, sir?" "no." "we have orders to berchtesgaden." "we're gonna move out in one hour." "why, the man's not home?" "should've killed himself three years ago." "saved us a lot of trouble." "yeah, he should've... but he didn't." "captions copyright 2001 home box office a division of time warner entertainment company, I. p." "captioned by hbo communications cente"