Fury (2014) - full transcript

They're taking fire from the woods.
They're waiting for the tanks.

Enemy fire from our right flank.
I say again, our right flank.

Princess Red 6 for Culture.

Hold fast.
This is the worst of it, boys. Over.

Sergeant Humphrey just showed up.

Have you any information on the right flank?

Culture, that's a negative. Move.

This is Able 2. The 88 is in that church.
They threw one at us when we drove by.

Negative. It's all over!

Come in, come in.

Do you read me? Do you read me?



Son of a bitch!

Did you get that fucker?

Knocked him off.

Gordo, stop. Leave him rest.

Gordo, he's dead.

He's dead! Show some respect.

Leave him alone.

He's your fault!

God damn it. Ain't you done yet?

You got no right to be fucking sore with me.
Quit fucking riding me.

I ain't riding you.
If I was riding you, you'd know it.

More where he came from.

Hey, fuck you, Don!
It's your fucking fault we here.

Are you still talking?
Let's get out of here.



Fuck! What the fuck you do that for?

-I'm trying to fix it!
-You know why.

You want to fucking whup me?

It ain't gonna fucking help anything!

Probate, Fox 6.

I say, why you always whupping on me?

'Cause you're an animal, a dog.

All you understand is the fist and boot.

Don, I'm telling you right now,
don't fucking call me that.

I ain't a fucking animal. I ain't a fucking dog.

Hey, you want to talk Mexican,

join another tank, a Mexican tank.

This is an American tank, we talk American.

Who put the fucking nickel in you, top?

You talk Kraut!

You talk German! I can't talk Spanish?

-Bible, what country we in?
-Germany.

Germany, they speak German.

-Could you explain to him it's a tool of war?
-It's a tool of war, Gordo.

Here's my tool of war.

Top.

You knew German
before we got in this fucking war!

Don't play stupid with me.

I expect all of you to pull your shit together.

I wish you'd stop ragging on everyone.

You didn't kill Red, Germans did.

That is true, but I didn't save him, either.

His number came up, that's all.

We've been lucky till now.

-We've been lucky?
-Yes, sir.

-We're all alive. We're in here.
-God's grace?

Rain's coming.

Coon-Ass, anytime, sweetheart.

I'm your sweetheart, right?

Okay. Gordo, crank her up.

Choke her up. She's cold.

There's condensation on the plugs.

Fuckers!

All right, move out. Get us out of here.

Bible, gun front.

Roger.

Come on, move it!

Get those cases out of here!

I thought you were dead.

Devil watches over his own. Binkowski.

Good to see you.

Don, glad you made it back.

Crew still together? Nate? Lindburgh?

Doing well.

Good.

-Grab his arm.
-Here you go.

Okay.

Lay him down. Lay him down.

Move.

Set him down soft.

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Lift.

Where's the rest of Third Platoon?

We're it.

Hey, Boyd?

Hey, Boyd, they...
They gonna send him home, right?

I don't know that, Grady.

Red's got us all a little sad right now,
but we got a job to do.

Grady, restock ammo and rations.
Gordo, water and gas.

Boyd, get some chow and do what you can
about the mechanical issues.

We can't do shit about mechanical issues.
Where you going?

First Sergeant Collier?

Maybe. What the fuck are you?

Private Ellison.

I was told to report to you.
I'm your new assistant driver.

No, you are not.

-Yes, yes, I am.
-God damn it.

Who told you this?

Master Sergeant with the clipboard.

-Bullshit!
-Right there. He's...

What's your name?

Norman.

How long you been in the Army?

Eight weeks.

That's home.

Do as you're told.

Don't get too close to anyone.

On a hill far away

Stood an old rugged cross

The emblem
of suffering and shame

I love the old cross

Where the dearest...

I will cling to the old rugged cross

Hi. Hi. I'm Norman.

Which... Which way is the front?

"Which way is the front?"

All around us, kid, 'cause this is Germany.
We're surrounded by Krauts.

Ain't that right, Grady?

That's right.

Can I please have my book back?

Where are the cigarettes?

I don't smoke.

You're a bastard.

You go to tank school?

Tank school? No.

I've never even seen the inside of a tank.

I'm a clerk typist.

Was heading to Fifth Corps HQ,
they pulled me off the truck.

They sent me here.

-It's got to be a mistake.
-Mistake?

Army don't make mistakes.

It wouldn't do.

You from Missouri?

No.

-Are you from Chicago?
-You from Arkansas, ain't you?

-No, I'm from Pittsburgh...
-Hey, hush up, man.

Nobody gives a fuck where you from.

Are you a praying man?

I go to church.

Which denomination are you? Episcopalian?

Yeah, you are. You're a Mainliner, ain't you?

Yeah. I am.

Are you saved?

I'm baptized.

-That ain't what I asked you.
-That ain't what he asked you.

-Gordo, what'd I ask him?
-See, you got to listen.

-Say it again.
-"Are you saved?"

Wait until you see it.

See what?

What a man can do to another man.

Before you find Jesus,

why don't you come take a look at your seat?

That's where you're gonna be.

Get a bucket of hot water from the kitchen.
Get that shit clean.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Weren't supposed to be no more Tigers, Don.

Tell my platoon that.

You send five tanks out.

One comes back.

It's hard to believe we're winning the war.

Stop talking about yesterday's fight.

Think about today's.

-Straighten out!
-Hey! What's an SS doing here?

Hey, why are you bringing him through here?

Why isn't he sleeping?

G2 wants a prisoner to question.

I'll question him.

What's your favorite color?

Are you a good dancer?

Do you like fat girls?

-Get back!
-Beat his ass!

Stop! Stop it!

-Fucker!
-Fuck him up, Don!

Motherfucker!

Get the fuck... Get back!

-Go!
-Fucking tankers.

It's me, it's me.

You got MPs everywhere.
You got to stop now.

-Just stop.
-I spilled my fucking coffee.

-Cocksuckers.
-Come on, Grady.

Fucking SS.

-You good, top?
-Bring him through this camp...

You see that?

He's an SS.

You kill every last one you can.
They're real assholes.

Fuck every last one. They started it.

-We finishing it.
-That's it.

Done much killing?

No.

You will.

-Boys, take him through that gun.
-Roger.

-What do I do with this?
-"What..." Shut up.

Take a look at it.

-See that cover?
-Yeah.

Open it.

And now you killing.

Close it up.

Now you ain't.

Main unit's punching east.

We are going north on a flank guard mission.

We'll tie up with Baker Company
from the 41st.

Sergeant Collier's with us now.

-He'll be acting platoon sergeant.
-Fine by me.

Good to have you, Don.

We're meeting Baker Company here.

Then, together we'll take this town.

After that,
we're working for Captain Waggoner.

Any questions?

I got one question.

Peterson?

I'm Binkowski, sir.

You start shaving your face?

First Platoon, mount up! Move out!

War's not going anywhere, sir.

You heard him. Mount up!

Hey!

Go fuck yourself, Wardaddy!

-Coffee's too hot.
-Still owe me 40 bucks!

What'd he say?

Mount up! Let's go, gents.

Move front!

Motherfucker.

-Okay, guns ready.
-Good luck, gentlemen!

All right, there might be a wolf
hiding in the sheep.

Kid, you're up. Cast an eyeball on them.

Anything that makes a move,
you cut them right in half.

People are in the way, that's their problem.

You do what you got to do, copy?

-Copy.
-You copy?

I copy.

Gordo, talk him through that gun again.

Roger.

Hey, gun's ready. Just pull the trigger.

Every five rounds is a tracer so
you can see what you're hitting.

And remember, short bursts.

That way you harvest more meat per bullet.

The Americans are over there

Keep moving

Keep your hands up

She'll let you fuck her for a chocolate bar.

That's not true.

It's not true?

No.

Okay. It's not true.

It's completely fucking true.

Or just give her some smokes.

You ain't got to fuck around
and give her a whole pack, neither.

-Norman, ignore him.
-Fucking four will do it.

Don't disappoint Christ, now.
Don't let them lead you astray.

You see, we can kill them,
but we can't fuck them,

'cause it says so in the Bible.

Stop, all right?

I'm done trying to convert you heathens.

You mind if I continue invading Germany?

Boyd, do you think Jesus loves Hitler?

Do I think Jesus loves Hitler?

I'd assume so.

If Hitler accepted Jesus into his heart
and got baptized, he'd be saved.

It ain't gonna save him from man's justice.

What about your regular-issue
Nazi line trooper?

-No, I'm not gonna do this with you.
-Is he going to Heaven?

We've been talking about the
same dumb shit for three years.

You know how I stand on it.
You trying to rile me up now.

Hey, what about me, huh?
You think you could save me?

Sing me a hymn?

-Yeah, sure.
-Sing Old Rugged Cross.

I like the way your mouth
moves when you sing.

-Don't.
-I like it.

-I'll sing it if you don't do that.
-Let me just touch your mustache.

-Don't touch me. Stop!
-I just wanna touch your mustache.

Why does that bother you so much
when I touch your mustache?

-I'll shoot you, I swear!
-All right, knock it off.

Knock off the horseplay.

Boyd, do you think Hitler'd fuck
one of us for a chocolate bar?

I hope so.

Ambush! Right!

Right side, ambush!

Fuck! Grady!

You watch that tree line!
We're ripe for an ambush!

Grady, cover right!

Father!

-What'd you see, Boyd?
-Just go out and blast them little fuckers!

-What'd you see?
-I didn't see nothing.

Norman!

You cocksucker.
Why didn't you take the shot?

He was just a kid. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry, Sergeant.

You see what a kid can do?

Look!

That's your fault.

That's your fucking fault.

Next German you see with a weapon,
you rake the dog shit out of him.

I don't care if
it's a baby with a butter knife in one hand

and mama's titty in the other.

-You chop him up!
-Yes, Sergeant!

-Bible?
-Yeah?

All tanks, Wardaddy.

Looks like I'm it.

I'll lead the column.
Let's get us where we're going.

We have this thing set up and on the way.

I sent over a couple men to keep contact,
and the officers have been briefed.

Stop right here, Gordo.

-Baker Company?
-Yes, sir!

I'm not a sir.

Me, neither.

-Where's your boss?
-Dead.

Who's in charge of this column?

-I am.
-Good. I'm talking to the right man.

Park it over there. Old Man's waiting.

Yes, thank you, sir,

don't tell me how long
my casualties can last.

Unless you want to come down here,

stand knee-deep in their guts
and form an opinion.

Baker 6 out.

Pencil-pushing motherfucker.
How you doing?

Load the casualties into a truck.

We're gonna drive them
back to base ourselves.

Take care of our own. Come with me.

Hey, wake up!

All right, how many tanks we got?

Four.

Four? You're shitting me.

I asked for 10.

Miles! Sergeant Miles!

-Yes, sir?
-Get First Platoon ready.

You're working for him now.

If they can stand, they're in play.

-Roger.
-All right, here's the deal.

I got a platoon trapped
in this beet field by machine guns.

I sent my tracks in.

Jerry took them out.

So, anti-tank guns there, there,
possibly there, I don't know.

I need you to rescue my guys.

Take the guns out.

I can do that.

All right, that clears this road into town,
you push forward.

I'll join you there. We'll clear it up.

Maybe they'll surrender.
Or maybe they'll fight.

This high ground, you got any eyes on it?

I had eyes there, gone. There, gone.

We're flying blind. It's you and me.

Krauts got sights on this road.
I don't want to show my flank.

Any objection if I come in here?

You can arrive on a fucking magic carpet,
for all I care.

I know who you are.
I know you know what you're doing.

You just paste them hard for me.

They murdered
some good boys out there today.

Why don't they just quit?

Would you?

We got a platoon pinned down
in this field by MGs.

Krauts got anti-tank covering the field.

And once we cross this hedgerow,

we will be in range and in their line of sight,
so be alert.

Hit anything that fucking moves.

Yeah, unless they pound us first.

If they do, we'll know exactly where they are.

Let's get these boys out of there
and smash those guns.

Then we'll capture the town,
stop for the night. Clear?

Why are we rescuing kittens
instead of just driving down into Berlin?

-Why are you such an asshole?
-That's a great question.

March order.
Fury, Old Phyllis, Lucy Sue, Murder Inc.

Let's go.

All right, fuck sticks.

-Mount up! By squad!
-All right, mount up!

All tanks, comm check.

1-4's up.

Love 1-3 copies.

-That's right, man.
-Need you to hold tight!

All tanks, Wardaddy.

When we hit open ground, line up on me.

Keep your spacing, don't bunch up.

On my signal, we'll drop
the doughs and roll up that 75.

-Everyone copy?
-Love 1-5 copies. Wilco.

-Copy.
-Love 1-3 copies.

Gordo, halt.

All tanks halt. All tanks halt.

All right, let's get the boys off.
Get them off. Give me last man.

-All right, ladies, you heard the man.
-Button up.

Everybody off!

Move out! Move! Everybody off!

Close your hatch.

All tanks, move out. Hard right. Hard right.

-Move them out.
-Hard right. Hard right.

Fury's going. Let's go.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Let's move now.
A hard stick right.

Everybody hold yourself. Jiggs, hold on.

Form in. Form in.

-Catch up with the Fury.
-Stick right.

Now, catch up.

-On my line, guys, on my line.
-More gas. More gas.

Mix it up.

-Keep them low!
-Hold your line.

We're already drifting.

Binkowski, keep an eyeball
on that high ground. Right.

Love 1-5 copies. Wilco.

Watch that tree line right there.

Hold that, hold that.

-Ride on, ride on.
-Hold tight.

We're gonna bust through this shit.

All right, here we go, men.

Left stick, left stick.
What the fuck?

-It looks perfect, Tim.
-Good?

Straight on, straight on.

Doughs on the ground,
doughs on the ground.

Keep an eye out.

-Straight, straight.
-Over here!

Gordo, slow, slow, slow.

We got bodies.

-Stick left of me.
-Eyes on the floor.

-Get up.
-Fall in! Fall in!

Straighten it out.

-Watch your fucking spacing.
-You gotta left stick now.

All right, let's hold up.

If I say hold back, hold back. Hold back.

-Left stick. Left stick. What the fuck?
-Come on!

Company, clear on the right.

-Let's go, let's go, let's go!
-Clear it up and book it.

Speed up just a little bit.

Love 1-3, right stick! Right stick!
You got troops on the ground.

Fuck, right stick! Right stick, God damn it!

-Get your head out of your ass!
-They weren't fucking paying attention.

Get in tight. Go!

Down! Stay down! Down!

What the fuck is that?

Bible, hit that machine gun.

Traverse left, 800!

-Steady!
-On. Fire!

On the way!

Good! Hit them! Hit them!

Look forward! Look at your periscope!

-Bible, traverse back. On.
-Periscope!

-Clear!
-Fire!

On the way!

Cease fire. Target destroyed.

Roger, Ester, Wilco.

Fire!

Fuck! Anti-tank! H.E.! Traverse left.

Let's go. Traverse left.

Traverse left!

Just a ricochet. We're okay.

Bullshit! That's a Kraut high-velocity gun.
I can hear it whistling.

Anti-tank! Left front, left front!

Got it! Down 15.

-Clear!
-Ready!

-Fire!
-On the way!

600.

Fire!

-Clear!
-On the way!

Okay, cease fire, cease fire. Target destroyed.

Fire!

There's another gun! Who's got eyes on it?

Does anyone see it?

-Eyes up, everybody.
-Fire!

I don't see shit.

Where the fuck are you at?

Anti-tank, H.E.

Got it! Anti-tank, H.E. Traverse right!

Anti-tank. Left front, left front. 600.

-Right stick, right stick.
-On! Fire!

On the way!

Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em.

Fire!

All tanks, start squirting that tree line.

Let's light them up. Let's go.

-Everybody squirt the fucking tree line.
-Let's clean it up.

Hey! Hey! Start shooting!

Well, what do I shoot at?

The Nazis, dumb fuck!

That's it. Keep their fucking heads down.

You got to reload!

-Panzerfaust!
-Hey! Get him!

-I'm loading the gun. I'm loading the gun.
-Hit him!

Got him.

Do your job! Do what you're here for!

I was loading the gun!

Machine gun, twelve o'clock!
Gordo, run those bastards over!

All tanks, hold here, hold here.

Get your boys in the fight!

Fall out! Marching fire!

Come on!

Hey, squirt those Krauts on the left.

Do you see them?

Will Actual, come in. This is Vicious.

Krauts in the woods to your...

All I see are dead bodies.

How do you know they're dead?
Are you a doctor?

-Hit them!
-But they're dead!

Why would I shoot them
if they're already dead?

So they don't stand up
and shoot us in the ass!

-Fuck!
-Get them!

Fuck!

I can't fucking be here any-fucking-more!

Turn your goddamn intercom off
if you're gonna bawl like that.

I got it, top.

I fucking give up. I fucking give up.
I can't be here anymore.

This ain't pretty, you know.

This is what we do.

-Boys, fight on foot.
-You take it.

I'm okay.

You're all right.

Close your eyes, son. Close your eyes, son.

Do you believe in Jesus?

You're all right, then. You're all right, then.

I'm gonna pray with you now.

Our father, Lord in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For the kingdom, the power and the glory,
forever and ever, dear Lord.

Amen.

I had the best bow gunner
in the entire Ninth Army in that seat.

And now I got you.

I promised my crew a long time ago
I'd keep them alive.

You're getting in the way of that.

I'm sorry.

Okay, I am trained to type 60 words a minute.

I am not trained to machine-gun dead bodies.

I am trying my very best.

Where'd you get that U.S. Army coat?
Where'd you get it?

Who'd you kill, boy?

Where did you get that coat, boy?

Forgive me. Let me go, please

Who did you kill? What'd you do?

Don't shoot!

Let me go, please, let me go

-Who'd you kill, boy?
-Sergeant!

-Back it up, boys!
-Hold on. Hold on!

-Back it up, boys.
-Back it up, boys.

Norman!

Get out here!

Norman, come here.

Come on, son.

-I can't hear you.
-Wait.

Sergeant. Call your dogs off.

I have a family

This is my wife, my children

Shut your mouth

Kneel

You are no goddamn good to me
unless you can kill Krauts.

Put a big fat hole in his back.

Put a big fat hole in his fucking back.

No.

Why the hell not?

It's not right.

"Not right"?
We're not here for right and wrong.

We're here to kill them.

Why are you here?

You're here to kill him.

You know why he's here?

He's here to kill you.

He's here to kill you, Norman.

He's here to rip your throat out with a bullet.

Go to hell.

I'm trying to teach you something.

You here to get me killed?

-No.
-You gonna get me killed?

-No.
-I need you to perform.

Just get it over with. Just get it over with.

-I can't do it.
-Yes, you can.

I know you can.

He kills you, or you kill him.

Simple math.

You or him. Pick.

-Just kill me.
-Come here.

Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Please!

I can't do it!

Fucking stop!

Please stop.

Oh, no, no. This is the easy part.

What the hell?

-All right.
-Fuck. Please don't make me do this.

Don't make me do this.

It's all right.

One, two...

Do it, Norman. Do it, Norman.

Do it, Norman.

Do your job.

Waddell, where you at?

-Waddell!
-Move it!

Move it!

Come on, Norman.

Let's go.

Is this supposed to make a man out of me?

Is this supposed to make a man out of me?
'Cause my conscience is...

-Sit down.
-It's clean.

My conscience is clean.

I'm keeping it that way.

Look right here. Hot coffee.

Norman?

Don might be crazier than a shithouse rat,
but he's solid.

We've been together since before Africa.

I won't fight with anybody else.

Me, neither.

There ain't no crew stayed
together like we have, Norman.

That's 'cause of him.

First time we got shot at,
down in North Africa,

Don, he done shit his drawers full.

He stunk the tank up real loud.

It's true.

We move out in 15.

Norman.

I haven't seen you eat anything all day.
Make sure you get something to eat.

You best go eat something.

Make sure he sees it, too.

There you go, boys. Keep pounding them.

They got signs around their necks.
What do them signs say?

"I'm a coward and refused
to fight for the German people."

The SS does that.

Let them rip themselves to pieces, huh?

Fuck them.

Baker 6. Love 1-6.

I got eyes on the town.
We're ready to commence assault.

Baker 6 copies. Initiate your attack.

Me and my boys will hit them from the south.
Over and out.

We'll split up here. 1-4, 1-3, you take left.

Binkowski, you follow me,
and stay off my ass.

Check the hotel.

-Come back.
-Copy. I got you, Daddy.

Clear the alley!

Keep moving, Tex.

Go.

Gordo, just punch through
that wall of smoke.

Copy.

Okay, hard left. Nine o'clock, nine o'clock.

Move up.

-Gordo, halt, halt.
-All right, hold here.

Grandpa

Where are the German soldiers?

Sniper!

Cover!

Get down!

Bible, follow my burst.

On the way!

Keep firing on that window!

Come on! Move up!

Go!

Keep moving.

Keep moving.

Come on, keep moving up.

Watch that doorway. Watch that doorway.

Halt, halt, Gordo, halt.

Binkowski, see that Kraut stinger in the cellar
on my left?

Mind giving him what for?

I'm gonna slap him around a little bit for you.

Button up.

Hit him!

Fuck you, Jerry!

God damn.

All right, Gordo, forward.

Fucking eyes up, everywhere we go.

Gordo, hard right,
three o'clock into the square.

Binkowski, you take the far end.
You cover our tail.

Gotcha.

Anti-tank. Traverse left.

Throw some Willy Pete in that ground floor.

Clear, Boyd.

Fire when ready.

No, they cooking. Go, go.

Good shooting, kid. Keep stacking them up.

You should've let them burn.

All right, look inside.

Check the doorways, y'all.

Gordo, halt here.

Please stop shooting!

Come here

The soldiers want to surrender

We give up

The war is over

thank God

Tell them to come out

with their hands up

Binkowski, load an H.E.

and get ready to put it
in that bank if these people want to test us.

It's my pleasure.

Check the door, check the door.

Fuck, it's a bunch of kids.

Cut him down! Separate them.

Come on.

Here they come. Keep an eye out.

-Right over there!
-Let's go!

-Go. Go.
-Fuck.

Why you looking so sour, Kraut?
What you got?

You. You.

Burgermeister.

Is he the one hanging kids?

Hey.

Shoot that guy.

-This guy?
-Yeah, him.

The SS cocksucker with the busted wing.

Hey, Angel. This one's yours.

Auf Wiedersehen, asshole.

Motherfucker.

Hey, you! You're real pretty.

Yo, what the fuck are you doing?

-I'm gonna take care of you, okay?
-Okay.

You want to see the tank?

Hey, I'm gonna marry this girl.

It's gonna be for two.
Gonna be him, then me.

All right, you go on up there.

-That's it. Yeah.
-Give me your hand.

You boys all come through okay?

-Just a walk in the park.
-All right, Sergeant.

You get some rest and relax.
We'll go win the war in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Norman.

It wasn't nothing, right?

Come again, Sergeant?

Rubbing out those Heinies.
You splashed them real good.

Wasn't nothing, right?

Sure, Sergeant.

Yeah, it wasn't nothing.

Fact, I kind of liked it.

I want to show you something.

They knew we were coming.

So they got drunk as lords
and they shot themselves at sunup.

Why are you showing me this?

Ideals are peaceful.

History is violent.

Do what I tell you.

You do that,
you'll make it through this thing.

Come on.

Who is inside?

Just me

Bullshit

Watch her.

Come out!

Right now!

Hey! Hey!

Come on. Calm down.

Stand fucking here.

Close the door and lock it.

Lock the fucking door.

You said no one was here

You could have gotten her killed

She's my cousin

I'm sorry

please

I was scared

Sit down

Bring me hot water

Go

Put the gun down.

Grab a seat. You make me nervous.

Come here

What's your name, young lady?

Emma.

Hey.

Fuck! Grenade!

Get away from that window
before they shoot the hell out of you.

Yeah! How was it, Gor?

It was good.

You get your ass up there, Boyd.

-I hope you get scabies.
-Shit.

She's a good, clean girl.

If you don't take her in that bedroom, I will.

No

They're young

and they're alive

Can I see your hand? Can I see your hand?

I'm not gonna bite you. This hand.

Yeah.

Now, you can tell a lot about a person
from the lines on their hand.

You don't know what I'm saying, do you?

All right, this, you see that?

That's the Ring of Solomon.

It means you help people,
you understand them.

It's really rare.

Really rare. You see?

You see that, though?

Yeah, I got it, too.

My grandma taught me how to do this.

You see this right here?

That is your heart line.

From the looks of this,

you are going to have one
great love in your life.

You don't have to say a word.

Sit down.

Thank you.

What's that?

It's hot.

-"It's hot"?
-Yeah, you just...

Normie! Nor?

Norman, where could you be?

Oh, shit.

Pinche, Norman!

-Norman?
-Pinche, Norman.

Time for you to act the man!

We got you fixed up good.

Now, look, there a special gal.

She's down there and she's waiting on you.

And all you got to do is come on down.

She wide open just jump on in.

Yeah, she looks a little bit like a whore, but...

What?

I think maybe we too late, Gor.

Norman.

What did you do?

Norman, you sneaky snail.

What did you do?

Wait a second, did you...

Did you...

Did you take this pretty
young thing for a roll?

Yeah, you're real pretty.

-Did you do that?
-What's with your lip?

What's with your lip? Why it quiver?

Don't worry about me, I'm a friend.

He fuck you, you fuck me.
That how it works.

You got to pass the plate.

Come on, make a donation
to the cause.

-All right, don't touch her.
-Don't touch her?

-Don't touch her.
-Don't ever fucking tell me what to do.

You think you get some pussy
and now you can fucking act like a man?

Anyone touches the girl,
they get their teeth kicked in.

That's how it gonna be?

Well, all right, then.

I guess it's Norman Day, huh?

Shit, top.

It's your day, Norman.

You should drink that.

You best take a bite.

You a man, right? Drink it.

-Attaboy.
-You did the nasty.

Drink it, there it is.

Your day.

There it is.

-You like that?
-Don't fucking touch me.

Don't touch you? You a man, right?

-Get some pussy, you a man, right?
-Get your fucking hands off me.

Fucking piece of shit.

Watch this. How about that?
How about I just kill you, huh?

How about I fucking kill you right here?

-Grady? Grady?
-Fuck. Don't you fucking speak...

Oh, God!

-What the fuck is that? Gasoline?
-Taste like gasoline? Hey.

Fucking north Georgia right there, boy.

Fuckup.

Donkey.

Appreciate it.

Look at that.

Go have a seat.

My beverage.

That's the girl's egg.

That's Gordo's egg.

That's the girl's egg.

Then where the fuck was my egg?

You want to say grace?

This meal's for you.

Roger.

-Ready?
-Let's do it.

Our father,

thank you for preserving
our lives another day on Earth

so we may execute your will.

We love you, dear Lord.

Thank you for this meal
and this wonderful company. Amen.

Amen.

Emma.

Offer the girl her plate.

There you go. Oops!

Hold on.

Hang on, there.
I'm gonna fix that for you.

Let me just fix this for you real quick.

I didn't touch her.

Switch with me.

Y'all were gonna eat like
kings and queens over here.

And we weren't invited.

I wonder why we
weren't invited.

Guess they too good for us.

I'm enjoying my meal, boys.

-Are you?
-Enjoying your meal?

And as much as you want to destroy it,
you're not gonna fucking stop me.

-And neither will you.
-No, sir.

And neither will you.

Hey, Norman.

Do you like horses?

Don likes horses.

Ain't that right, Don?

We're eating.

No, we're not. I'm done.

I'm fucking done eating.

Hey, in France,

we hit the beach right after D-Day.

Right?

And we had to fight through
all these fucking hedgerows.

Fucking pain in the ass, right?

We finally hit open country,
and we linked up

with the British and the Canadians
and you know what we did?

You know what we did.

We trapped an entire Kraut army
pulling back into Germany.

We fucked them up.

-Yeah.
-Yes, we did.

There was dead Krauts and horses,
busted up tanks and cars for miles.

Miles.

Your eyes see it,

but your head can't make no sense of it.

And we go in there...

And for three whole days,

we shoot the wounded horses.

All day long.

Sunup to sundown, just shooting horses.

And they were some hot summer days.

I ain't never smelled nothing like that, top.

Do you know how you kill a horse?

You pet it on the...

Pet it on the forehead, no?

And it becomes your friend,
it goes like this.

And then you shoot it
right through the spine.

And the sound of it?

Those fucking screaming horses?

Do you remember that, Don?

All the black clouds of flies
just buzzing around.

It was like being in a giant beehive.

But you weren't there.

That was a real fine story.

Pleasant mealtime talk. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

It is what happened, Don.

What happened, happened.
What's gonna happen is gonna happen.

Sitting here playing house
with a couple bitch Krauts

ain't gonna change a fucking thing.

Shut the fuck up.

Why should I shut up?

You shouldn't.

I'm just drunk. I'm sorry.

Where's Love 1-6?

Right here.

The Old Man wants you.

-How come?
-You got a mission.

Let's go.

Where are you going?

To take the next town

and the next and the next

until you people quit

Do you have a pen? I'll write you.

Y'all getting married?
Is that what the fuck y'all doing?

This a fucking wedding?

Hurry up. There are more of them.

What am I walking into?

A recon plane spotted
a troop concentration moving west, here.

Battalion needs you
to guard these crossroads here

in this grid on the overlay.

How many troops did he see?

I don't know.

What kind of troops?

They have tanks, horses, artillery?

I wish I could help you.
He took fire, he got the fuck out of there.

Enough to spook the Colonel.

All the tanks are driving on Berlin.

There's a couple of thousand cooks,
mechanics and doctors here.

Those Krauts hit them, it'll be a slaughter.

All we got is you.

We need you to the crossroads
fast as you can.

Secure them. Don't stop for anything.
You understand?

Take my gas if you have to.

If those troops get past you,

they're gonna smash
into the supply train.

Then the whole division's fucked.

All right, sir.
We're on the way.

-Is that gas?
-Open it up.

-Yeah, it's good.
-Okay.

-Incoming!
-Grady, jump, jump, jump!

Grady, you up?

You good?

Boys, good?

Thank the Krauts for that.

Binkowski?

-Davis, good?
-Grady!

Everybody up!

You up?

I'm up.

All right, let's get an aid station right there.

-Check Peterson. We're gonna mount up.
-Norman!

-Emma!
-I got him.

Emma!

-Fuck.
-Who do you think you are, huh?

Jesus Christ?

Fuck!

You gonna raise her up, Norman?
Get your ass back on the fucking tank.

-Fuck is wrong with you?
-What the fuck are you doing?

-What the fuck is wrong with you?
-What you gonna do?

You gonna get mad?

Feel anything?
Piece of shit!

-That's it, come on! Come on.
-Fuck you!

-You feel it?
-Fuck you!

It's called war!

You feel it?

Get your fucking spindly ass
back on that fucking tank!

Where the fuck you think you are?

Oh, God, why?

Tankers, mount up!

You see that?

That's an entire city on fire.

I started this war killing Germans in Africa,
then France, then Belgium.

Now I'm killing Germans in Germany.

It will end.

Soon.

But before it does,
a lot more people got to die.

Fuck! Reverse hard left! Hard left!

Reverse!

-Fuck!
-Back up, back up, back up! Hard left!

Hatches! Hatches! Back up!

-Go, go, go!
-Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Back up. Left stick.

Go, go, go! Hard stick!

What the fuck was it?

That was an 88.

It's a goddamn tank.

Where the fuck is it?

Tank! 12 o'clock, 800 yards.

I see it! It's a goddamn Tiger!

Put some fucking smoke in his face!

Let's go, Grady. Smoke up, Grady.

-Smoke's up! Clear!
-On the way!

We have to get to the crossroads.
We got to get past them.

Don, let's get the fuck out of here! Let's go!

Unless he drowns himself
in a shit-filled ditch,

he's our problem.

Hit that son of a bitch!

-Almost up!
-Light the bastard!

-Clear!
-On the way!

Shoot that fucker!

Fire when ready!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Driver make ready

Load Anti-Tank

All right, all tanks, move forward!

Fuck!

-Peterson, right flank!
-Right stick.

Davis, left with me, stay abreast.

Let's go right at them, let's go right at them!

Gordo, left flank.

Let's bum-rush this cocksucker!

Right stick. Taking the right flank.

New target

Tank on the left

10 o'clock... 700 meters

He's coming out.

Fire!

-Loader, A.P, A.P.
-Clear!

-Hit 'em!
-On the way!

Commence!

-All right, pump him! Pump him!
-Gyros on!

-What do you want, top?
-Loader, A.P., A.P., smash him.

You're clear, Boyd!

A.P., 500 yards.

Fire!

Elevate... 600 meters

-Again!
-Fuck, Grady, put it in, now.

-Clear!
-On the way!

God!

God damn it!

-Fuck!
-Hit 'em!

-Clear!
-On the way!

Same target

Fire!

They got Peterson!

God damn!

-It's a fucking beast.
-Fuck!

Gordo, flank left! Left!

Davis, cross him.

Flank right! Flank right!

Copy! Right stick! Right stick!

Traverse left.

Davis, he's lining up!

Fire!

Target 11 o'clock

Shoot the son of a bitch!
He's lining up on Roy!

God damn it, I said fire!

Fire!

-God damn it.
-Fuck!

Roy's gone.

We're all that's left.

It's up to us now.

Driver halt!

Gordo, get around him.
Put us on his backside.

If we get behind him, we can kill him.
Go! Go! Go!

Reverse reverse!

Don't let him behind us!

Faster, Gordo!

God damn it!

Forward

Target 2 o'clock!

-God damn it! Fuck!
-What was that?

-We got hit!
-I lost it.

Boyd, are you all right?

-Shit!
-Fuck!

We lost power traverse. Switching to manual.

Boyd, you stay in the fight!

-Bible, hit him!
-On the way!

Coming around! He's coming around!

Gordo, you got to outrun that gun!

-Oh, I got it! I got it!
-Fire!

Gordo, put it in third. Right stick!

Bible, put it up his ass,
where the armor's thin.

I know where to fucking hit him!

-Boyd, you're clear!
-On the way!

-Shit!
-God damn it, I said in the ass!

We're moving too fast!
It's not that fucking easy!

Come on, Boyd, stay on him!

Gordo, when I say back up, you back up.
Left stick.

All right, all right.

Bible, stand by. I'll call the shot.

Roger! Roger!

Gordo, now! Reverse! Reverse!

Left stick!

Bible, steady.

Steady.

Shoot the bastard!

-Come on, Bible!
-Come on, fucking shoot him!

Steady.

-Now!
-On the way!

Fuck! Grady, one more! One more, Grady!

-Grady, Grady, Grady!
-Clear!

-Again!
-On the way!

Clear!

-Tank destroyed.
-Gordo, halt.

Jesus Christ.

Fucking Nazi fuck!

Fuck you!

Radio check, Love 1-6.

Yeah, boy.

Radio check, Love 1-6.

Fucking handed him.

-Good fucking job, Gordo.
-Radio check, Love 1-6.

Radio check, Love 1-6.

Radio's eighty-sixed. We're on our own.

Good shot.

It wasn't me.
No, no, I'm the instrument, not the hand.

God didn't call us today.

You hear me, boys?

What's he doing up there?

Big pair of dice?

Everyone else came up snake eyes but us?

-Lord's protection.
-We got it, don't we, Boyd?

-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
-We got it.

Norman mowed them fuckers down,
didn't he, too?

-Good job, Norman.
-Welcome to the Army, Norm.

You did good.

-Best job I ever had.
-Best job I ever had.

Best job I ever had.

Best job I ever had.

Shit.

We're still open for business.

Let's head out for those crossroads,

keep it out of Krauts' hands
like we've been told.

There's a wave coming in.
We're the rock to break that wave.

Gordo, get us out of here.

Fuck it.

All right, there's the crossroads.

Gordo, take us up on that hill.
We can cover the whole valley from there.

Grady, get down!

Shit! Not another fucking Tiger!

-A mine.
-Where's it coming from?

-Where?
-Settle down. It's a mine. We hit a mine, is all.

-Everybody off. Grady?
-Yeah, I'm off.

Shit.

How bad is it?

It's broke as fuck. Busted a bogie, too.

Can you fix it?

Yeah, why not?

All right, Norman,
you and Coon-Ass check out that building.

-Get my Thompson.
-What?

Go get the Thompson.

-Gordo!
-Yeah?

-You got that rope bag?
-Right here.

You can put the gun down, Norman.
Ain't gonna do nothing.

Can we go now?

Norman, I'm sorry. You know?

I think...

I think you're a good man.

It's what I think.

I think maybe we ain't, but I think you are.

See, I just... I wanted to tell you that.

It's okay.

Come on, let's go.

-Anything?
-No, nothing.

It's an aid station. They all dead.

Kid.

Head up top of that hill, near those trees.
You got outpost guard.

Can I grab my canteen?

Yeah, you can grab your canteen.

Norman!

Top of the hill,
then work your way from the trees.

Hey! Hey!

Good evening, Norman.
Why aren't you at your post?

Slow down.

-They're coming right now.
-Who's coming?

-The Germans!
-How many?

-Too many. Too many to count.
-How many?

About two, maybe 300 of them.

They got vehicles, too.

-Tanks?
-No, no, no, just trucks.

Probably a bunch of bums
looking to surrender, that's all.

No. No, no, no.
They were marching, they were singing.

They sounded like they wanted a fight.

-What do you mean, they were singing?
-Where?

I'm telling you. Right over there.

Hey, you hear that?

-It's a goddamn SS battalion.
-Bullshit.

Jesus Christ.

-Grady, get my gun.
-Yeah.

-You want to get your weapon?
-Shit.

-What do you want to do?
-Let's just get our shit, all right?

Look, it's about to be dark.
We just get on up out of here, huh?

-Let 'em pass on through.
-Let's him them woods.

Norman, go get your shit. Go get your pack.

Let's go.

We never run before, I ain't running now.

-What was that?
-We're gonna fight it out.

-We can't.
-I'm gonna hold this crossroad.

What you mean, you're gonna hold...
The tank's busted!

-The tank's fucking busted, top!
-Hey.

-Yeah, you said that.
-Top, what are you doing?

What do you want to do?
You want to sit here?

-I'm gonna hold this crossroad.
-You want to sit here

and hold off a SS battalion...

No, it's not what I want to do,
but it's what we're doing.

-There's five of us...
-Get to your fighting positions! Mount up!

What you mean fucking fighting positions
when we ain't got a tank?

How we gonna fight?

-We got a cannon!
-Don, that don't make sense!

Stop! What are you doing?

Get out of here. Get to that tree line.

Boys, take care of yourselves.
Get to that tree line.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's my home.

I'm staying here with you.

All right.

I'll need you to load.

Boys, get on. It's all right.

Grady, come on.

We're gonna stay.

What is your plan?

Fuck it.

Get us one of them dead Krauts.

Light him up.

You wanna take that kit right there. That's it.

-Go and grab it. That's it.
-All right, all right.

Grease gun.

-Go on, hand it to him.
-Another box.

Go ahead and get it ready.
Listen, you do not waste one shot.

-You hear me?
-Gordo.

-Grenades.
-Ammo count.

-Put that there.
-Make them count.

What kind of rounds you got up there?
Norm?

-I only got two.
-All right.

Ready?

That's it. Yeah.

I'm going through ammo like water.

That's four rounds of smoke,
and 23 super charge and 33 solid shot.

-What you want, top?
-Load super charge.

Set the point delay.

Norman, get it ready.

That's it. Here we go, Boyd.

Gordo, grab me that one.

-Boyd.
-Thank you.

Give me that can.

Might as well get a little tight.
Won't be around for the hangover.

God, that's better than good.

Give it here.

Give it here.

-What you gonna do with that?
-I'm gonna drink it.

I know you hate me preaching.
I know it.

But what we're doing here
is a righteous act, gentlemen.

You hear me, Gordo?

You know, there's a Bible verse
I think about sometimes.

Many times.

It goes...

"Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying,

"'Whom shall I send?
And who will go for us?'

"And I said,

"'Here am I.

"'Send me.'"

"'Send me.'"

Book of Isaiah, Chapter Six.

Yeah. Yeah, Don.

That's exactly right. Oh, wow.

You're something.

God damn, son.

You a fighting, fucking,
drinking machine, ain't you?

Machine, that's it, that's his war name.

That's perfect.

I christen thee "Machine."

-Machine!
-Machine!

Machine!

-Machine!
-Yeah.

Machine.

I love it in here.

I do.

-Best job I ever had.
-Best fucking job.

Yeah.

They're coming.

No one makes a move unless I say.

Come on, you cocksuckers, come on in.

Come on in.

Almost.

Come on in. Hey, come on.

Now!

Like that, motherfuckers?

-Clear!
-Fire!

On the way!

-Clear!
-On the way!

Fucking Nazi. Fuck!

They're running! They're running!
Traverse left!

Bow gunner, squirt those
assholes running for that mill.

Cut those fuckers down!

Loader, four rounds of Willy Pete.

Bible, put it in that building.
It's full of fucking Krauts.

-Clear!
-Fire! Fire!

On the way!

Give me another.
That was beautiful.

-You clear!
-On the way!

Bow gunner, watch that left!

Yeah, you better fucking run.

Traverse right!

On the way!

Bible, stay on 'em. 15 up, 15 up. Fire!

-Clear!
-On the way!

Traverse right! Doughs, two o'clock!

Give 'em a big kick in the butt!

All right, I'm on them.

-You're clear!
-On the way!

Loader, give me another point delay.
Skip it on the ground.

Bounce those fuckers!

-Clear!
-On the way!

Come on!

Hit 'em again!

Go, boys! Go, boys!

Grady, Grady, Grady,
Grady, Grady, come on, now.

-Clear!
-Light 'em up!

On the way!

Down 15. Steady.

Traverse left!

-You clear!
-Fire at will!

On the way!

That's right, burn to the fucking ground.

Machine, clock one!

I'm out!

I need a new can!

Shoot, we out! We out!

Fuck. We got a case rupture.
This gun is gone.

-We need more boxes of ammo!
-We got .30 on the roof.

All right, we got ammo outside.

I'm gonna lay down some smokes.

Gordo, on my signal, pop your hatch,
lay down some cover fire.

-Okay, roger.
-Machine, you do the same.

-Grab that grease gun.
-Copy.

Cover right!
Bible, get ready to snatch that .30.

Roger.

All right, here we go.

Go!

They're outside the tank!

Pick them off!

Come on, Boyd!

Take it, Grady.

Move up!

Button up!

Quick, quick, quick!

-Quick, quick, quick!
-Hurry up, Grady!

-Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!
-Shoot him, Bible!

-Gord? Gordo?
-Grady, I need two more.

-I got two left.
-They're getting cocky.

Fuckers. He's hit.

Damn sure ain't no good
leaking oil everywhere.

So patch me up, then.

Hey, take these two boxes.
Put 'em down below.

Hey, Grady, come on. Keep it coming.

All right. Open the other one for me.

If a man loves the world,
the love of the father's not in him.

For all that's in the world,

lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes,
pride of life

it's not of the father. It's of the world.

The world and its desires pass away.

But he who does God's will
is gonna live forever.

Forever.

Lift it up.

Swarm and kill them!

Make them count!

They're all we have

Save your ammo.
Don't shoot unless you see something.

We can be damn sure they're
working their way behind us.

-Anybody see anything?
-I see nothing.

-I got nothing.
-Nothing.

Advance, advance quickly

Panzerfaust, four o'clock!

Traverse right!

-He missed!
-Hit him with the coax!

Fuck!

Grady. Hey.

Fuck! Fuck!

No. No. No.

No. No.

God.

-Hey, Grady...
-Get up!

We're still in this fight!

We're still in this fight!

Watch our right, watch our right.

Stay on the .30.
Keep hammering them.

Yeah, you motherfuckers!
Come on.

How long can we keep this up?

-Come on, keep shooting!
-Fuck, I'm out! I'm out!

I need a new can!

That was our last belt.

She's out!

That's all there is.

Fuck!

-Fuck.
-Don't get your panties in a bunch.

We still got hand weapons and the .50.

Who's with me?

They're running low on ammunition!

Finish them!

This is our land!

Attention!

Move out!

Gordo?

Machine!

Where the hell are they?

They're everywhere.

Fuck! Fuck, I'm out!

Gun's gone! I need a weapon!

Bible, no!

Grenade!

Go! Come on!

What the fuck are you doing?

-Button up!
-I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Smoke grenades, now!

We're going to skin you alive!

Shut up and send me more pigs to kill!

Fuck you!

Bible, grenades!

Here, take...

I'm sorry, son.

It's okay.

What can you do?

I did my best.

Yeah.

I know. I know.

Sergeant Collier?

Yeah, son?

I'm scared.

I'm scared, too.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, fuck, I want to surrender.

Please don't.

-They'll hurt you real bad.
-Oh, fuck.

And they'll kill you real bad.

Fuck, what do I do?

There's a hatch.

Okay. Okay.

-Do you see it?
-I see it.

-You know where it is?
-I know where it is.

What the fuck?

Go.

Easy, boy.

Easy, now.

One's alive!

Easy. Easy, buddy.

Come on.

All right, there we go. Okay.

-You all right? You hit? You hurt?
-I'm...

You seem all right. Let me take this.

We'll leave you with that.

Hey, you're a hero, buddy.