Thousand Yard Stare (2018) - full transcript

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Where are you?

Private Gregory

Sullivan, Rangers.

You'll be okay,

son, you're goin' home.

Lieutenant Jeffrey

Tokariuk, 19th Engineers.

Blind and deaf, mortar

shell blew up in his face.

Sergeant Roland Rothach, 26th

Infantry.

Combat fatigue.

No internal or external trauma.

Come back to me.

- Morning, Mr. Rothach.

- Hey.

- How are you today, sir?

- Uh, good.

All right, lemme see

what I got for you here.

I got a quart of milk,

I got one can of coffee,

I got one carton cigarettes,

I got six cans beans in tomato

sauce,

I got six cans beans in maple

syrup,

I got six cans beans with lard,

I got six cans beans with

maple syrup and lard,

I got 20 tins of tuna, I got

five bottles of whisky there,

I got one jar raspberry jam for

ya.

I just gotta get you to sign

this here.

Mr. Rothach, sir.

Thank you.

Hold on.

Thank you very much,

sir, see ya next Tuesday.

Here, try.

What about it?

- Yeah, that's right.

- She's not my lady.

Hey.

Is that your lady?

She ain't wearin'

nothing but an apron.

There you go, you kids have

fun.

Have her home before dark.

Catch you fellas later.

Draw me one.

Is this

second platoon, Dog Company?

Yep, first squad.

Got some mail for ya.

- Fisher.

- Over here, Daddy.

Oh, look who it is. Hobbs how's

it going?

- Jackson!

- Oh.

Johnson.

Yup. Wow, good job.

- Rot-hatch.

- Rothach.

Hey, it's from Mr.

Goretti.

- Oh, shit, really?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, what would you see

tonight,

Casablanca or Cat People?

- Ooh, Cat People.

- Austin?

- Sounds like...

- Austin. - Sounds like a winner.

Okay, so, it's a modern girl

- cursed by an ancient legend.

- Lieutenant Pine?

The legend of the cat people.

Yeah, it sounds pretty sexy.

Definitely.

Bastard.

No, never mind.

- There a problem Inglis?

- Lemme see. - Yeah.

I keep sendin' 'em my stories

and they haven't published any

of 'em yet.

The Dawn of the Days of Glory.

The Great War, As Fought by Jack

Inglis.

Hmm, January 17th, 1943.

It was a cold night on the front

lines.

There was a soft breeze in the

air,

wafting the scent of the enemy

towards us.

Guys...

We could hear the artillery

fire

echoing beyond the horizon.

- It rattled our bones.

- Dear Roland,

How can words describe

how much I love you?

Well, come a little closer.

Let me whisper in your darling

ears all these loving words,

because they're meant for you.

You are the world.

You are everything.

But part of me is missing.

- And that part is you.

- Sleep is a dream.

Reality,

- a nightmare.

- A nightmare.

It's a nightmare, Jack!

No matter

what,

no matter how long you're gone

for,

whether it's weeks or

months or all of forever,

I will always be yours, as you

are mine.

From now to the end of time.

I love you, and only you,

for always.

Keep this letter close

and dream of me often,

as I dream of you.

Be safe, my love.

- For I am a soldier afterall, Forever yours, Barbara.

- An American soldier,

prepared by the best to

fight and die for my country.

Aw, come on, what's the big

deal?

You know We would have read it

if it got published anyways,

right?

I didn't send this one in yet.

I don't like it when people read

my stuff

before it's finished.

It's good.

What it was good?

- First squad, listen up.

- Atten-hut!

Kraut armor has broken through

the lines at Sidi Bouzid.

Battalion's reporting heavy

casualties

to the 36th infantry and 1st

armor.

The 26th RCT is falling back to

Kasserine.

We'll reinforce the line and

wait there for further orders.

Okay, everyone, pack up.

Full gear, we're not comin' back

here.

Any questions?

Good, 30 minutes at the rally

point.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Say goodbye

to your father, James.

Be good for

your Mother, all right?

Okay.

Okay, well,

we're going then.

I love you.

Johnson, where are we

at with the extra ammo?

I gotta check check back

at CP, we got nothin'.

Well hurry up.

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you.

- I love you too. - Oh, Fuck your mother.

- Don't hurt yourself there.

- Kit issues?

- No, it's not bad enough

I got to take take a

shit every five minutes

from these goddamn rations,

but I gotta fuck around

with this junk now.

Come here.

Ah, you're all tangled up.

What the hell's all

this shit for anyway?

Since we're not gonna see any

action.

- Lookin' good, soldier.

- Yeah?

Like the belle of the ball.

Thanks, Sergeant, I'll

probably be back.

Goddammit!

Don't move!

Are you alone?

Don't move.

Is there anyone else here with

you?

I said don't move!

Halt!

A minute 23 left

in the penalty to Bentley.

Montreal crosses center ice and

Toe Blake

brings the puck up to the

Chicago line.

Can't get it past, Toomer

pokes it off his stick.

Puck takes a strange bounce,

goes down the left side,

it's picked up by Reg Hamilton,

but he loses control and can't

get it up.

Blake does a fine job

tying the Chicago defender

- up along the boards.

- James, bedtime.

But the game's not

over yet.

It's getting late and you

have school in the morning.

Say goodnight to your

father, and let's go.

And dumps the puck

into

the Montreal end after

being carried by Bouchard

Sweet dreams.

Time, get set up.

And with a minute left in the

penalty,

the Canadians, stick handling

neatly, get it over the line.

Bouchard gets a big pass from

Blake.

He sends the shot away,

and the puck goes into the

corner.

Bouchard pinches in, gets the

stick on it,

fires it back down into the

corner.

Blake's the first on it.

He stops, looks, and

passes to Medea in the slot.

It's intercepted by Colleta but

he's

tied up by.

Hamilton tries to help 'em out,

Pallas,

but before he can clear Blake

keeps it in.

and defense lining up against.

You will take the extra...

Incoming!

Take cover!

Move, move, move!

Rothach, Rothach!

Machine gun squad, 10 o'clock!

I need you and your squad on me.

First Squad, on me!

Get the lead out.

Go, go, go, go.

Stay down, we're

gonna get you to safety!

Fire team, get ready

to support our movement.

- Go!

- Fisher, Painter, up!

Lieutenant!

Open fire!

Shit!

Fall back, everyone, fall back,

on me!

Go, go, go, go!

water.

Huh?

Huh?

Suppressing fire!

Almost out!

Sarge, we're almost out, we...

Medic, Medic!

Here they come!

Grenade!

Nice throw, Sarge.

Rothach, where's Lambert?

Dead, we have to

fall back and consolidate.

We were able to push them back,

but those Panzers are coming in

quick.

They're gonna break through.

Reinforcements are inbound,

armor and tank destroyers.

You hold this position.

- Where's Captain Farley?

- I have no idea!

You guys stay right here

until I figure out what's going

on.

What are we doin',

Sarge?

You just keep your eye on the

sector.

- We have to hold the line!

- Come on!

And then he tells me in

French,

that he wants to give me a kiss,

'whoa, easy'.

So anyway, I uh, I finally made

it back

and everything turned

out better than expected.

This is really great, Barbara,

you've outdone yourself.

Hell, every time Shirley makes a

roast

it comes out like an old shoe.

I have to get the

recipe for these potatoes.

Do you still have the victory

garden in the backyard?

Absolutely, this year's

harvest was magnificent.

Hmm, I can imagine.

Bill, we should give them

some of our raspberry jam.

Definitely, more than

we'll ever be able to use.

So, Roland, how are you

adjusting to life back home?

- Settlin' in all right?

- He's doing just fine.

Got him a job workin'

with me, good hard labor.

If the war didn't do it, we'll

make a man out of him yet.

Not as much adventure as you're

used to though, I imagine.

No, not so much.

Not as many Krauts, eh

Roly?

- Not quite.

- There's always

a spot for you back at the

paper.

- Great.

- You know,

when you're ready.

It must be nice

though, to be back home?

Hard, I imagine.

How do you cope after witnessing

all that needless death and

destruction?

You fellas must've seen so much.

Oh, I don't know if I'd say

needless.

Jesus, Pearl Harbor, Billy.

Well, It just seemed

there was a lot of waste

in terms of innocent lives.

Not to mention the toll it took

on foreign infrastructure and

economy.

I mean, they're still eating

their horses in Amsterdam.

Oh, sunshine and rainbows

and ponies for all.

They started the fight, we ended

it.

There's gonna be some bloody

noses.

But look at our economy

here at home, it's booming.

Nobody could have predicted

that 10 years ago.

We defended our way of life,

- and were rewarded for it.

- Can we go play?

- Sure honey.

- Yeah, can we, Mom?

Did you finish your dinner?

- Yeah.

- Okay, go ahead.

It was our responsibility

to throw our helmets

into the ring, so to speak.

Then why didn't we take

action

- until after Pearl Harbor?

- Sorry, where did you fight?

Well, I signed up,

but they deemed me unfit

for military service due

to an inner ear problem.

Inner ear problem?

- What the fuck is that?

- Roger, language.

It affects my balance.

He can hardly walk some days.

I think that what Bill's

trying to say is that

we could have taken a

more humanitarian role

in dealing with the civilian

population.

We'll ask women about war

if one ever breaks out in the

kitchen.

We're deviating from the

point.

Trudy used to work

at one of the factories

- that made the bullets.

- Oh, I agree.

The point is, if it wasn't

for Marines like myself

out there burnin' those sneaky

slant-eyes

out of holes day and night, I

guarantee

there'd be moldy rice on this

table,

not a goddamn roast dinner,

Semper Fi!

You realize the war wasn't

just fought

on a handful of islands in the

Pacific.

The Pacific was our war.

- Europe was a picnic compared to the hell we endured.

- Picnic...

We just bailed them out

of a tough situation.

If boots on the ground were

so important in the Pacific,

then why did it take two atomic

bombs

before they surrendered?

And we don't agree with

the bomb, do we Bill?

Of course not.

So many innocent lives

lost, and for what gain?

For what gain?

Are you out of your fuckin'

mind?

- Roger!

- I'll tell you for what gain.

Have you ever looked one of

these greasy Nips in the eye?

Roland, what do you

think about all this?

Now what?

Oh my God, what happened?

- Toby bit me.

- Let me see.

- I'll go get you a cloth.

- Call Dr. Brown.

It could be infected,

what if she has rabies?

Look at what your vicious mutt

did!

I'm so sorry, usually he's so

friendly.

So, what, you're saying

this is Liz's fault?

- She's six.

- Dogs like that

should be locked up in a cage.

You're right, I'm sorry,

is there anything I can do?

We're leaving.

Christ!

Keep firing!

Rothach!

Rothach, where's Lieutenant

Lambert?

- Dead, sir.

- Shit!

What about Pyne?

He was looking for you, sir,

I think he's in the 1st platoon.

I just came from there,

1st platoon's been overrun.

What are your orders,

sir?

Sir!

I've gotta go find Pyne.

Here they come!

Oh, goddammit, all right.

First squad, fall back to that

position.

Inglis, check that .30 cal,

make sure it's still workin'.

Second squad, provide

suppressing fire.

Then we'll cover you.

- Fields!

- Yes, Sarge?

Can Austin

move, we gotta go right now!

I can't make it, Sarge.

Let's move, we gotta pull out

right now!

All right, let's do it!

Let's go!

Come on,.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on now, go, go go.

Come to me.

Where are you?

Bill Baker, please.

Bill?

It's Roland.

Yes, hello.

How are you?

Oh, good, that's good to hear.

I'm okay, I've

been, uh, writing a book.

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry.

I just wanted to call.

I mean,

I just wanted to see how you

were.

That's good.

I got my job back at the paper.

Yeah, I talked to Bill.

I was gonna see if maybe I could

see you.

I just have some things I wanted

to say.

I just wanted to say some

things that you should hear.

I'd really like to see you.

And James, too, of course.

Downtown, on Monday?

Grant Park, all right.

Great.

I'll see you then.

All right, second squad, fall

back!

Covering fire!

Aw, fuck it.

- This is FUBAR.

- I know, what do you need?

Charlie Company has fallen

back it back to CP.

Farley took off

towards first platoon.

I gotta get a radio.

You think you can hold on till I

get back?

We'll give it our best shot.

I'm counting on you.

Medic!

Oh God!

Medic!

Oh, God.

- Patch me up!

- Medic!

Roly? Roly they're coming!

Fuck, fuck!

I'm tryin'!

Fuck, fucking

cocksucker, patch me up!

Calm down.

Doc, can you,

I need my gun! They're coming!

Fuck, you I'm dying!

They're coming, they're coming!

Oh no, oh my God!

- I don't wanna die!

- Hold on, hold on, Hendricks!

- They're coming!

- Stop

you're overexerting

and that's just gonna make you-

Roly, Roly, fuck!

- It's okay!

- Roly, Roly!

- Roly.

- Help.

Help, help.

Coming to you over

WAAF,

operating on 1120 kilocycles,

267 meters,

as authorized by the

Federal Radio Commission.

And now the program continues

with Mr. Scott and Mr.

Greenfield

Roly?

What are you doing?

How was your day?

James'll be home

soon.

Roland!

What are you doing, stop,

Roland!

Stop it!

Get off of me, Roland

Stop it, don't!

Get off me, stop it!

I'm home!

Soldier, get battalion on the

horn!

Danger Forward, this is Danger

Red Dog Two, over.

Danger Forward, come in please,

over.

Fuck.

Second platoon, fall back on me!

Move, move, move!

Oh, no.

Come on.

I want you to be

the man I fell in love with.

I want James to have a father.

You wanna see what I

am?

What are you doing?

You wanna see what

I've become?

- Roland, stop it!

- I'm nothing! I'm nothing!

What are doing?

No, no, no!

Shit.

- Sarge, what are we doin'?

- Can anyone get Austin?

Where the hell is

everybody?

- Get Austin,

- I can't get to him!

- Fischer, get out there

- Get rid of it!

Hey, halt!

Fall back!

Everyone fall back to the CP!

Hey, fucking come back!

Don't fucking leave! Don't-

Halt!

- Stop!

- No!

Shut up!

They're coming.

Sh, they're coming, sh, quiet, quiet.

Godammit

They're coming.

They're coming, sh, sh, sh.

Don't shoot, I'm an American!

I'm an American, don't shoot!

American.

I'm comin'.

Morning, Mr. Rothach,

how are you today, sir?

You okay, sir?

Hello?

Hello?