D-Day Assassins (2019) - full transcript

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Soldiers, sailors, and airmen

of the Allied

Expeditionary Force.

You are about to embark

upon the Great Crusade

toward which we have

striven these many months.

The eyes of the

world are upon you.

The hopes and prayers of

liberty-loving people everywhere

march with you.

In company with our brave

allies and brothers-in-arms

on other Fronts, you will

bring about the destruction

of the German war machine, the

elimination of Nazi tyranny

over the oppressed

peoples of Europe,

and security for

ourselves in a free world.

Your task will not

be an easy one.

Your enemy is will

trained, well equipped,

and battle-hardened.

He will fight savagely.

But this is the year 1944.

Much has happened since the

Nazi triumphs of 1940, '41.

The United Nations have

inflicted upon the Germans

great defeats, in open

battle, man-to-man.

Our air offensive

has seriously reduced

their strength in the air

and their capacity to

wage war on the ground.

Our home fronts have given us

an overwhelming superiority

in weapons and munitions of war,

and placed at our

disposal great reserves

of trained fighting men.

The tide has turned.

The free men of the world are

marching together to victory.

I have full confidence in your

courage, devotion to duty,

and skill in battle.

We will accept nothing

less than full victory.

Good luck, and let us

all beseech the blessing

of Almighty God upon this

great and noble undertaking.

Chris.

Chris.

Chris.

Jesus Christ, Dad.

What's wrong with you, man?

It's afternoon,

what are you doing?

School's finished.

So what, you're just

gonna lie in bed all day?

Give me a break, Jesus Christ.

Get up, now!

Oh, thanks.

Real mature.

Fucking asshole.

Hey, sweetheart.

Do you want something to eat?

No, I'm good, thanks.

All right, what?

It's almost one o'clock.

You okay with him

sleeping in so late?

Richard, just don't start.

Don't start, mm-hmm.

He's been out of

school over a week now.

All he does is hang around

the house, play video games,

and hang out with his friends.

I thought you were gonna go down

to the recruitment

office and enlist.

Can I take some time to

think about it first?

What's there to think about?

I thought you wanted

to join the Army.

He's right, you know, okay?

There's no rush.

You taking his side now?

Why do there have

to be any sides?

He's only just

gotten out of school.

Just let him have a break.

So, what's your plan, Chris?

Step up and take

some responsibility.

Help your mom and I out.

Go get a part time job, start

paying some bills around here.

I've been looking.

Yeah, not hard enough.

Dad, give me a break.

You're too soft on him.

Oh great.

You're gonna start on me now.

Hey, I just

want what's best for him.

And you think the

Army would be best.

Don't you?

Sending our son off

to risk his life?

No, can't say that's

something that I want for him.

He's always wanted

to join the Army.

He's talked about

since he was a kid.

Because you always talked

about how you wanted to enlist.

But you couldn't,

because of the injury.

Look, all boys grow up wanting

to please their father.

He's trying to make you proud,

by doing something that you

didn't get the chance to do.

Well it sure doesn't

seem like that anymore.

Maybe he just wants to let

you know he's a grownup.

Look, don't you remember what

it was like to be that age?

Hmm?

Yeah, I was dumb

as a box of rocks.

You were.

God, Karen, you know,

it's an important time

in his life, you know.

I feel like if we don't

give him some kind of nudge,

he's just gonna spend

years being a bum.

It's a weird time right now.

I mean, the average

person lives to what,

70 or 80 years old?

Yet here we are, 18.

How the hell can one

false move at this age

mean that the next 50 or 60

years are gonna be a total bust?

It's a load of

crap, if you ask me.

You know, in the Army, they

say you gotta start young.

You're really gonna enlist?

I'm not so sure.

Well, if you want to talk

to someone who really served

to get an insight,

there's an old who lives on

the same street as my aunt.

He was in the Army.

- Oh yeah?

- Hmm.

They say he was there on D-Day.

I think he won a Medal

of Honor or something.

Everyone calls him Hawkeye.

Hey old timer,

what's in the bag?

None of your fucking

business, that's what.

Hey, no need to be rude.

We're just here to help

you carry that home.

Couple of Boy Scouts,

eh?

There's me thinking

you were two rent boys

out hustling for business.

Hey, fuck you, old man.

Look, before we

go down this road,

there's something you

two ought to know.

Oh yeah, what's that?

I'm mean, nasty, too

old to take your shit.

Check out the mouth on gramps.

Yeah, you've been fun.

Almost a pity to

have to rob your ass.

Give me your fucking wallet.

Afraid not, son.

Oh really, I really

didn't quite...

Yeah, you did.

Now do yourselves a favor

and go back to the Scout Hut

before someone gets hurt.

Only one who's

getting hurt is you.

Hand over the fucking wallet...

Thanks.

Is that your wife?

Sure is.

Married almost 50 years.

She pass away?

Yes, almost two years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

That your son?

Yeah.

He lives in Connecticut.

So are you

gonna call the cops?

Why?

Those two guys, they

should be in jail.

Cops don't give a shit

about what happens

in this neighborhood,

and they sure as hell

don't give a shit

about a broken-down

old fuck like me.

So tell me something, kid,

what are you doing here today?

I think I could

learn a lot from you.

And what do I get

out of the deal?

What do you want?

Did you see that yard?

Sure.

Real shit hole, isn't it?

I guess.

0800 tomorrow, I want you

to start mowing that lawn.

When you're done with that,

I'll tell you what

you wanna know.

I don't think

that's... I don't know.

Oh, guns don't scare

you, but hard labor does.

It doesn't scare

me, sir, it's just...

Well good, I'll see

you in the morning.

When did you first

join the Army?

I was drafted April 25th, 1941.

My first assignment was to

the 175th Infantry Regiment,

Company C, of the 29th

Infantry Division.

Early in 1943, we were sent

to Glen Spean, Scotland,

for five weeks of training

under battle-conditioned

British commandos.

I completed that training

and officially

became a 29th Ranger,

and returned to England.

But I wanted to be reassigned

to a more elite unit.

So I volunteered to

become a paratrooper

with the 101st

Airborne Division.

The buck sergeant of the

First Demolitions Section

had heard that I'd

trained as a commando

and had been a member

of the 29th Rangers,

so he arranged to have

me assigned to them.

Together we became

known as the Filthy 13.

Our journey began when we were

stationed at a training camp

in Essex, England in the

weeks leading up to D-Day.

McNasty was our buck sergeant.

He wasn't a big guy in stature,

but he was one of the

toughest men I've ever known.

From day one, I knew I

wanted to be like this guy.

Nothing fazed him.

Agnew was second in command.

He was a real bull.

He was the best qualified

combat man I'd ever seen.

He could fly a plane or

run any kind of boat.

Frenchy was married, and had

a son before he signed up,

so he had a sentimental side,

but he was one tough cookie.

Chuck was a young kid, but

he was very hot-tempered.

He was sent to our unit

because he was far too quick

with his fists and no one

else could handle him.

Piccadilly Willy, he

was a real ladies man.

At that time, Piccadilly

Circus was a red light district

in London, and he spent

all his spare time

cruising for whores.

Ragsman got his nickname

because he never took

care of his clothes.

I don't think he washed

his fatigues even once

while we were in England.

Goo-Goo was from

Joliet, Illinois.

We were going out

through a pasture

when Goo-Goo tripped and

fell onto a fresh cow patty.

After he got up,

he led the rest of the

column off at an angle.

Later he said, "If you'd have

found that goo-goo like I did,

"ain't no telling which

way you would have went."

Dinty was a pretty quiet guy.

But he surprised everyone

when he took McNasty to task

for throwing a towel

of his in a stove.

He never had much to say,

but he earned the respect

of the men after that.

Loulip was a big man,

about six foot one

and real intelligent.

He was so flat-footed

he walked like a duck.

But boy, was he ahead

of everybody else

on all things physical.

Peepnuts had a voice

that was a bit squeaky.

Just like a chicken,

peep peep peep.

He was a little short, so the

other units didn't want him,

but he had brass balls.

Joey was a guy of

Polish descent.

If you said you were gonna

charge into a building,

he was right with you

every step of the way.

Max was as tough as a boot,

and one of the best football

players we had in the regiment.

He would fight anything

that showed up,

but he was never the instigator.

Then of course, there was me.

I was only 20, but once I

got something in my sights,

I never missed.

They used to say I had

the eyes of a hawk.

I think you should

be getting home.

Okay, sure.

But we can talk again, right?

Sure.

How about tomorrow?

Alright.

Bring a set of shears.

Shears?

How you doing?

Good, thanks.

Thought you might

like some cookies.

Thank you.

So had you had any more thoughts

about what you wanna do

now that school's over?

I'm still mulling

things over, you know?

Yeah.

Look, I know it must seem

like there's a lot of pressure

right now to make a decision,

but just remember this.

Some of the most

successful people,

they didn't know what

they wanted to do

when they were your age.

And some people, they

don't figure it out

until much later in life.

I don't think Dad would

agree with you on that one.

Yeah.

But Dad, he's worried.

He sees a lot of kids lose

focus after they leave school.

It's hard to find a job.

Some become disillusioned,

and they get into trouble.

You know he doesn't want

that to happen to you.

It won't.

I know.

But you know, if

you wanna find out

what the best path in life is,

there's really only one

thing you need to figure out.

And what's that?

It's that one thing you feel

the most passionate about.

The one thing that just

means the most to you.

'Cause once you know that,

everything becomes clear.

I'm sure I'll figure

it out eventually.

Yeah, you will.

Don't worry.

See you later.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Yep.

Hello.

Hey Dad.

Anthony, is that you?

Yeah.

I haven't heard

from you in a while.

Yeah, sorry

about that, I've been busy.

What do you want?

I'm just calling

to see how you are.

Oh cut the crap, Anthony,

I didn't come down with

yesterday's fall of shit.

Dad?

They're gonna kill me.

How much is it this time?

Twenty thousand.

Jesus.

Fucking college basketball,

some seven foot

motherfucker throws it in

right in the buzzer, took my

fucking heart out of my chest.

What do you plan to do about it?

That's why I'm calling.

Can you help me out at all?

You think I'd be living

in this shit hole

if I had 20,000

under the mattress?

Get real, son.

What about your medal?

My medal?

Bet we could get

a lot of money for that.

Dad?

Hello?

Hey kid.

Take a load off, have a drink.

So what do you

remember about D-Day?

The silences.

Silences?

Yeah.

Always in battle, there

are moments of silence.

Guns and bombs going off,

the goddamn noise makes

your goddamn ears bleed.

But there are quiet

moments between all that.

Everything would

suddenly fall silent.

When the chaos rages,

you don't have to think.

You're running on adrenaline

and survival instinct.

But in those silent moments,

all you can hear is

your own heartbeat.

Your own breath.

It's in those moments

when you have time

to think about

what's really at stake.

Before we parachuted

into Normandy,

we all painted our

faces with warpaint,

like Native Americans.

It was McNasty's idea.

He had Native American blood

running through his veins.

Take cover,

boys, krauts are coming.

Alright, alright,

calm down, calm down!

We're Americans,

you speak English?

Yes, yes.

Where'd you come from?

The Nazi, they

destroy our village.

They kill my wife,

don't hurt my daughter!

We're not gonna hurt anyone.

At ease, boys!

Aggie!

Any krauts follow you?

I don't think so, but we've

been running for some time.

Alright, alright.

Come with us, you'll be safe.

- No, no!

- Take cover!

What the fuck, where the fuck is

that fire coming from?

Ambush!

He's up there!

Stupid

fucker, he's up there!

Frenchy, around

the fucking tree!

Come on, run, come on!

Taking fire!

Motherfucker!

Up in the tree, take him out!

Take him out!

Max!

Fuck! Fuck you!

Max, get up here!

- Max, come up!

- Fuck you, fucking...!

Fuck, oh fuck.

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

Sorry, I'm jammed!

Keep firing,

kill that motherfucker!

Fuck you, fuck you!

I'm gonna kill you!

No!

God damn it, I'm

trying to help you!

Papa, Papa, no.

Alright, it's your

moment, Hawkeye.

Can anybody help, please?

He's gone, honey.

- He's gone.

- Papa.

Can anybody help, please?

Can anybody help?

You gotta let him go.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

- You gotta let him go.

- No!

Let him go.

Gotta let him go, come on.

Let him go, there's

nothing you can do for him.

No!

That's what it's like

on the battlefield.

Everything can

change in a moment.

On the one hand, you're

relieved to have survived.

But sometimes, you wish

you didn't have to live on

with those memories.

I feel like an idiot.

Why?

I shouldn't be asking

you to relive all this.

Well, at least someone still

cares about what we did,

'cause I gotta tell you, kid,

it doesn't take long

to be forgotten.

Hell, we were forgotten when

the war was still going on.

We'd lost contact with

our commanding officers.

They assumed we were all dead.

We were stranded in rural

Normandy without any support.

Was the girl still with you?

No.

We dropped her off at a

hospital in a nearby town

the day after her father died.

The day after that,

we took a wrong turn.

Later that week, we lost contact

with our commanding officers

and walked around

for a couple of days.

We kept our wits

about us, but hell,

even the Germans

weren't out that far.

All we ran into were

fields and woodlands.

And then one day, we

happened upon this cabin

in the middle of nowhere.

Go, go,

go, go, go, go!

- Don't move!

- Get the fuck in there!

- Get the fuck in there!

- Clear!

- Don't move!

- You hear?

I don't give a fuck

what you are!

Clear!

I'll blow your fucking head off!

I don't give a fuck!

Alright.

You speak English?

Yes, yes.

What's your name?

Arthur.

This is my wife, Andrea,

and these are my children,

Raphael and Marianne.

Family name?

Dubois.

You all French, born and bred?

Yes.

I was born in Paris, and

my wife in Strasbourg.

We settled here in

Normandy after marrying.

Our children were born here.

Alright.

Frenchy, do a sweep upstairs,

make sure there's no

unwanted house guests here.

You got it.

I think all the unwanted

guests are right here.

Hey!

Let's keep it friendly here.

We're not gonna hurt anyone.

We're Americans, here to

fight the Nazi bastards

occupying your country.

We're on the same side.

I understand, but

please, this is my home.

It would be disrespectful

to go searching through

my family's belongings.

They won't be doing that.

It's standard procedure

to check the premises.

Oui.

Aggie, Hawkeye, do

another sweep around here.

- Yes, sir.

- Yep, we're on it.

You wouldn't have any

tobacco, would you?

No.

I do not smoke, no.

I can assure you, Mrs. Dubois,

that the last thing we wanna

do is frighten your family.

Me and my boys have been

walking here for days,

and we haven't had

any food or water,

so this meal is very

much appreciated.

And then after the

meal, you will leave?

Yeah, of course.

Always checking that

time, Hawkeye, huh?

This is the best damn

food I ever tasted.

You fucking moron.

You know, apart from some

gone-off half of a can of

cheese, this is the only fucking

food that we've had in a week.

Of course it's the best fucking

thing you've ever eaten.

Fuck you, Willy.

No, fuck you, you fuck.

You should relax,

we'll be gone soon.

I'm sorry, but

we are not used to visitors.

We haven't had house

guests for many months now.

Hey Arthur, see

that guy over there?

His name is Frenchy.

You speak French?

No, no sir.

I was born in Quebec,

it's in Canada.

They speak French over there,

but my folks moved back

to the States when I was

like two weeks old, so...

So not the most appropriate

of nicknames, no?

No, I suppose not.

Still, could be worse.

Could be called

Piccadilly Willy.

Why do they call you that?

I'll tell you, alright?

You know Piccadilly train

station, you got these trains,

they going in every fucking

half an hour, all the time.

Now my own particular

love carriage.

- Willy, that's enough!

- It's the biggest

fucking thing you've

ever seen in your life!

I'm telling you, I mean...

Willy, that's enough.

What the fuck are

you saying to me?

What, you trying to tell

me that this kid here,

he doesn't understand what

the fuck we're talking about?

I lost my virginity

when I was fucking nine!

What?

I know what you're

talking about.

You like the whore, yes?

Smart kid you got there, Arthur.

He should mind his manners.

Give him a

break, he's just a kid.

That's

a nice painting.

No, It's a copy,

so not worth much.

It's called "The

Lady in the Field."

Not very imaginative.

Just looks like a

say-what-you-see title.

If it was an original, it

would be worth a lot of money.

Monet is a very famous artist.

I never heard of him.

Someone said the same

thing to me yesterday.

I guess not everyone

has an eye for art.

You had a visitor yesterday?

What?

You said you had a

visitor yesterday.

Yes, a friend of mine visited.

That's odd.

What?

You said you hadn't had

visitors for months.

So what of it?

It's no big thing.

Just seems strange to say

you didn't have house

guests for months,

and then say someone visited

your house yesterday.

I am just nervous, okay?

It's not every day you have

armed men burst into your home.

Why you getting

so worked up, Art?

What's the problem?

Is there a problem?

I don't understand what

the relevance of this is.

Well in our line of work,

someone lies about

a little thing,

you begin to wonder, can they

lie about a bigger thing, too?

What do you mean?

Well, I'm beginning to wonder

if all this fear and nervousness

your family is showing is...

Is it only about us?

What, you think a

bunch of Americans

with guns isn't scary enough?

Well, some people think

being a soldier

is all about force

and endurance.

It ain't.

It's about having

the instinct to know

when something ain't right.

That way, you can

spot an ambush.

We are just a

normal family here.

We don't support the Germans.

I'm not saying you do.

But do I know all there

is to know here, Arthur?

- What the...

- Get into the walls!

- What the fuck!

- All in the walls!

Open up, open up, boys!

Open up, open up, open up!

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck you, fuck you!

Mother fucker.

Ow!

Good shot.

Let's finish him off.

Fick dich Amerikaner!

What'd he say?

Something about dick.

Yeah, I think he wants

to play with our dicks

if we let him go.

Fucking American perverts.

So you

Sprechen English, huh?

You wouldn't

happen to have any tobacco,

by any chance?

Nah, didn't think

you'd understand that.

Let's see if you

understand this.

You know, I don't think

that got the point across.

Let's try this.

Want me to put him

out of his misery?

Nah, let him take

the long way out.

Fucking bastards, kill me.

Kill me now.

When you get to Hell, tell

them the Filthy 13 sent you.

You lost so many.

Yeah.

A lot of our men were killed.

We killed a lot of men, too.

What's it like?

To kill a man?

Yeah.

It's goddamn awful,

that's what it is.

The only thing worse is to

be given a medal for it.

It doesn't matter that the enemy

has a different

ideology from you.

If you've got any kind of

soul, it's gonna affect you.

Truth is, we're not

all that different.

Doesn't matter what country

you're fighting for,

we were all just

following orders,

trying to put food on the table

for our families back home.

This is the first time

I've talked about this

in quite a while.

But there isn't a day goes

by I don't think about it.

Sometimes at night,

I close my eyes.

I relive those moments

on the battlefield.

They haunt me.

All the

news have been pouring in

from Berlin, claiming

that D-Day is here.

It's an outrage

there's no support

for these guys after the war.

Time marches on.

The world changes,

people forget.

It's a tragedy, is what it is.

You know, someone

should write a book

about what those guys did.

Why don't you?

English lit was

never my speciality.

Don't put yourself down.

I read some of those stories

you wrote when you were a kid,

they were really descriptive.

That was years ago, how the

hell did you read those?

Your mother showed me.

She kept them all.

She's got a whole box of short

stories you scribbled down.

I never even know

she kept those.

Maybe you should read them

again, might inspire you.

They might remind

you of who you were

before the world told

you who you should be.

That's pretty deep.

You're wondering about

what you're gonna do

with your life.

That's a deep question,

it needs a deep answer.

True.

You know, if you think about

the reasons we cross paths

with people, maybe that's why

Hawkeye's come into your life.

Not because you're

meant to be a soldier,

but because you're meant

to write about one,

make sure he's remembered.

Do you wanna meet him?

So there's me

thinking peewee here

has no direction in his

life, and he brings you here.

I guess he's

made at least one decision.

I guess so.

So how did you manage to

snag a classy girl like this?

I have my moments.

What was your first

date like, hon?

I'm guessing you wouldn't

have been too impressed

with cheeseburgers at

the local bowling alley.

It was actually pretty amazing.

I love stars, but in the city,

bright ones are hard to find.

Chris knew there'd be load

shedding in his friend's area.

You know, where the

government cuts electricity

in scheduled districts

to conserve energy.

Right.

So Chris set up a date

on his friend's roof

in one of those areas.

He laid blankets,

bought champagne and

my favorite flowers. After about

10 minutes, the power was cut

and the sky lit up,

and we spent the whole night

drinking champagne

and stargazing.

He knew my brother Alan

had died the year before,

and I also told him I

believe people become stars

when they die.

And at the end of the date,

Chris pointed out a star

and told me he'd registered

it online as Alan.

Named after my brother.

He gave me a certificate

and everything,

it was all official.

Pretty thoughtful of you

there, kid, I'll give you that.

I'm sorry to hear

about your brother.

Thank you.

I lost my wife Theresa

a couple years back.

Our first date was not

as spectacular as that.

I just took her to a dance,

that's how people courted

each other back in '41.

The setting wasn't spectacular,

but boy, was she a

spectacular woman.

All Theresa had to

do was smile at me,

and everything in

life made sense.

She wrote to me every

day while I was away.

Throughout the training,

throughout the war.

I didn't get all the

letters, of course,

but still, she wrote.

Did you marry before

the war or after?

After, '49.

Best decision I ever made.

I bet she didn't want

you to fight, did she?

No, she didn't.

But she knew it was

something I had to do,

it's the way I was made.

So she accepted it.

Chris said you received a medal

for what you did during war.

Medal of Honor.

It's the highest award

the United States can give

its military personnel.

Would you like to see it?

Of course.

Wow, it's beautiful.

Did you get this for

taking out the sniper,

or the Nazi at the cabin?

No, that was for something else.

After

D-Day, McNasty, Agnew, and I

ended up in a hospital on

the outskirts of Normandy.

We'd finally been

found by Allied forces

after over a week

in the wilderness.

It had pretty much been turned

into a military hospital.

They were mainly treating

US and British soldiers

who were wounded or ill.

You know

what I could go for

right about now, boys?

What's that, man?

American-style hotdog.

Stuck here with all these

lazies talking about sausage.

Who you writing a letter

to, your boyfriend?

Touché.

What's his name?

Marlene.

Marlene.

Marlene.

Yeah, he sounds real pretty.

Hey man, I like a bit

of hair, you know?

I bet you do.

Well don't worry, boys.

We get back to England,

I'll take you to my cabin.

Jake's Bar and Grill.

I'll get you deer

and rabbit, fish.

I remember a story, I

went fishing one night.

Came back, threw the

fish underneath the bed.

Lord Willis' estate.

Had just come in the door, and

who's knocking at the door?

Only Leach.

Fucking hate that guy.

Major asshole.

He went from sergeant

to Major Asshole.

'Cause they always

promote the assholes.

- Yeah.

- Damn right, damn right.

Anyway, Leach is shouting at me,

and he say, "McNise, McNise,

have you been stealing fish?"

I says oh, no sir, no sir.

Meantime, all the

fish are flopping

and flapping underneath the

bed, having a goddamn orgy.

And I'm standing

there "no sir, no way,

I ain't got all them fish out."

-Did he catch you?

No, he just left.

Said the place smelled

like a city dump.

Hell.

Beer and deer, boys.

Beer and deer, man, amen.

That sounds good.

One American soldier positioned

at the entrance, armed.

That must mean there are

other American soldiers

recovering inside.

Possibly British and

other Allied forces, too.

Should we call in a air strike?

There has been no

radio response,

we will have to

take them ourselves.

How do you propose we proceed?

With stealth.

Our first target will be

the soldier positioned

at the entrance.

But we need to ensure we

don't alert those inside

to our presence.

Guns are out of the

question at this stage.

We need to employ other means.

Understood.

Excuse me, Doctor, I'm

really sorry to disturb you,

but I need to move the beds

from ward two to ward four,

and I also need to

administer the penicillin,

so I'd really like...

Nobody needs to move anywhere,

there's a complete backlog

of prescriptions here.

I understand what you're

saying, but I could really...

Not at the moment, Nurse.

Nurse.

Can you take this

down to ward six?

That'll be all.

- Kill them!

- Aggie!

Say goodnight, you

son of a bitch.

Shit.

I forgot to ask him

if he has any tobacco.

Put the gun down.

Fancy your

chances of killing us both?

Are you really that fast?

Fuck you.

Even if you were fast

enough to take us both out,

how far could you really get?

The allies are all

over this town,

you're not gonna get far without

running into one of them.

Put that gun down

or I will kill her!

Let the girl go.

This isn't her

war, this is ours.

So let's settle it, you and me.

Drop the fucking gun,

I will kill her dead.

Come on, let her go.

I'm going to count to three.

If you don't throw

your gun to the floor,

I'll fucking kill her!

One.

Two.

Three.

Yeah.

Beer and deer, boys?

Beer and deer.

Yeah, beer and deer.

Some soldiers only feel alive

when they're on the battlefield.

I never got a buzz

from the things I did.

Even when they gave

me a medal for it,

I felt no sense of satisfaction.

This is the truth.

The only time I ever felt alive

was when Theresa was by my side.

Every moment with

her was a gift.

Thank you for sharing with us.

I know it must be so difficult.

I'm so honored you've

told me all this, sir.

It really means a lot to me.

Well if you only

remember one thing

from the things I've

told you, let it be this.

No one ever laid

on their deathbed

wishing they'd spent more

time on the battlefield.

The only thing a man on

his deathbed thinks about

are those he loved and

those who loved him back.

Hey.

Hey.

Heard you went down to

the recruitment office.

Yeah.

How'd it go?

Not so good, actually.

Yeah, that's kinda

what I figured.

Listen, Dad, I'm sorry,

okay, but...

I don't wanna

go in the Army.

It's okay to be scared.

It's not that.

There's another reason

I don't wanna do it.

Which is?

It's Jessica, Dad.

I love her.

Every moment we have together

is like a gift, you know?

There's something I

never really told anyone,

not even your mom

for a long time.

And what's that?

You know how I

couldn't join the Army

because I had hurt my

leg playing football?

Sure.

I kinda faked it.

You faked it?

Kinda, not really, I

just, it's complicated.

I really did wanna

join the Army.

But the week I was supposed

to go and do my medical,

I found out your

mom was pregnant.

So I had a choice.

And after thinking about it,

there really wasn't a choice.

Family was gonna win

out, no matter what.

There's no way I was

gonna leave her here

to raise you by herself,

and the thought of leaving

you alone for months on end?

Just knew I couldn't do it.

Really?

Yeah.

Sorry.

I've been a total jerk, man,

I shouldn't have been pushing

you so hard to join the Army.

It's alright, Dad.

No, no, it's not.

I've just been scared that

you'd turn into some gangbanger,

or become one of those kids

with no direction in their life.

I know you're too

smart for that.

But still, you know, your mom,

she helped me see

that I was just

really projecting my

own fears onto you,

and so I'm sorry for that.

You never have to

apologize for caring.

Take one small piece of

advice from me, though?

Of course.

Being in love is great.

You and Jessica, you're

really meant to be together.

Whatever hopes and

dreams you have

should really fit into your

lives as a couple, you know?

You know, I didn't really know

what I wanted to do.

But this, these past few weeks,

it's become clear to

me what I have to do.

Hawkeye?

Hawkeye?

Wake up, sir.

Death.

Death is the road.

Life is the path.

The soul is the guide.

Now the brain thinks of death,

the heart thinks of life.

But the soul?

The soul thinks of eternity.

You should know,

he adjusted his will in

the final week of his life.

This next and final reading

contains that very amendment.

"I leave my Medal of Honor

"to my friend,

Christopher Summerbee."

"I leave this medal to him,

"because he knows the

true meaning of bravery."

"Not just because

he saved my life,

"but because he is brave enough

to take his own path in life,

"and be true to himself."

I'll give you a

moment, Mr. Summerbee.

Thank you.

I wish

that Franklin D. Roosevelt

had lived to see this day.

General Eisenhower informs me

that the forces of

Germany have surrendered

to the United Nations.

The flags of freedom

fly all over Europe.

For this victory, we join

in offering our thanks

to the providence which

has guided and sustained us

through the dark days of

adversity, and into light.

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