The Pacific (2010): Season 1, Episode 7 - Peleliu Hills - full transcript
Sledge finds the carnage and death of his companions on Peleilu increasingly difficult to bear as Basilone continues his bond drive in the States.
Hanging, fire!
Sledge, drop...
- Ahh!
Thanks.
- Burgin.
- Hillbilly.
You used to not smoke.
Guess I do now.
I need volunteers!
N.C.O.S report to me
At 1050.
Corpsman, do blister checks.
Draw ammo and be resupplied
And ready to move at 1100.
Room service awaits
And there's time to
savor every bite.
Go and get your chow.
1100? Ack ack just
gave us the morning off.
Let's go get some breakfast!
I can't even recognize
this place.
Judging from those planes, I think it's
the airfield we took a while back.
Oh, yeah, now I remember.
We were over there and
the Japs were over there.
- The Japs were where we're sittin'.
- Right.
It's all coming
back to me now.
Why didn't I enlist
in the seabees?
I could have come to Peleliu
in the seat of a bulldozer.
Any of you guys got
a Jap sword or flag?
I'll pay
good money for it.
Or a Jap bayonet?
Any kind of Jap weapon--
I'll take it.
Sure.
I keep them in my ass.
Reach up, grab what you want.
Seriously.
I gotta get me
a Jap sword.
I can't go home from
the war empty-handed.
I can arrange for
a purple heart.
Ain't nobody going home.
Any of you guys
got a Jap sword?
Fuck off!
- Boys.
- Hello, sir.
- Hey, Skipper.
- Hey, Skip.
Skip.
Never run when you can walk.
Never walk when you can stand.
Never stand when you can sit.
Never sit when
you can lay down.
Never lay down
when you can sleep.
And never pass a supply
of clean water.
Amen.
You get enough to eat?
I did, sir.
You're a Southern man, right?
Yes, sir.
Mobile, Alabama.
You realize our ancestors
probably shot at each other
At Gettysburg or bull run?
My great-grandfather
served with general Bragg.
Yeah?
What's your old man do?
He's a doctor,
internal medicine.
Treated vets from
the first world war.
Might have patched up
gunny Haney.
My dad's a shop foreman at a
textile mill in Massachusetts.
He weaved wool fabric
for the military--
All our marine greens,
Our blankets.
It's nice to think my father
might have had something to do
With the blankets we sleep in.
Fuck!
I got a detail for you.
Yes, sir.
No no, as you were.
As you were.
You got a watch?
Yes, sir.
You show 0950?
I do, sir.
Good. Wake me up
in 20 minutes.
Will do, sir.
- Look at that.
- Let's go!
Let's go!
You heard the Skipper!
Let's go!
That's the way
to kill Japs--
Buzz in, fry 'em, buzz back.
Hey, look, it's
colonel puller.
It's the 1st marines.
- Sir.
- You're up, boys.
Colonel.
Hello, sir.
Go get 'em!
Good job.
Way to go, 1st.
- Here you go.
- Thanks, man.
Semper fi.
Hey.
How you doin'?
Let's go!
What kind of man walks
into a field of fire
In defense of his country?
What kind of man has already
served his country
As a soldier in the Philippines
way before Pearl Harbor,
Then volunteers to fight
the Japs as a Marine
In the islands of the Pacific?
What kind of man
risked his life
Throughout a night
of combat
Running barefoot much-needed
ammunition back and forth
To his buddy on the frontlines,
Manning his machine gun
throughout the fight,
Suffering horrible
wounds
While killing countless
savage Japs
In the key battle that
won us Guadalcanal?
I will tell you,
brothers:
A fighting man
like no other,
Winner of the congressional
medal of honor,
America's own
sergeant John Basilone!
Little r&r, Johnny?
How long's he been here for?
A whole lot of buckets.
John!
( man shouts
in Japanese )
( men grunting,
shouting in Japanese )
Ooh!
What was that?
What happened?
- What the fuck is going on out there?
- I don't know.
Who the hell was that?
Two Japs, I think.
One ran down the road.
The other jumped in packer's foxhole.
All right, stay in
your foxholes.
- Stay in your holes.
- Stay alert.
There might be more.
How long you people
been doing this!?
You don't get out of
your fucking hole at night
Because this is what happens!
One of us
gets tired.
One of us
gets lazy.
One of us doesn't
keep his edge on,
And this--
this is what happens.
What kind of guy gets out of his
hole at night without sounding off?
The kind with
two Japs up his ass.
Just one.
Leyden knows what it's like
to have a Jap up his ass.
- Fuck off!
- Can it, bill.
Wh-- what kind of asshole
shoots the guy?
An asshole like you.
- Ahh!
Move out! Down line!
Go for cover!
Move down line!
We're moving left!
Burgin! Plant your unit
behind that bunker!
- Move out!
Move down the line!
Let's go, let's go!
Ahh!
God damn it! Oh, God!
- Get the bunker cleared!
- We got it! It's been cleared.
Burgie. Burgie.
Japs in the Er.
First platoon cleared it
with grenades.
- They must have checked.
- No, listen.
Wake up, sledge.
Burgie...
I'm sure.
They're in there.
( distant gunfire
continues )
( men whisper
in Japanese )
Son of a bitch!
( men shout
in Japanese )
Sledgehammer, check that side!
Ahhh!
Sledgehammer, Burgie, up here!
Keep 'em bottled up
till I come back!
Leyden.
Fire in the hole!
to your right!
Grenade!
Grenade!
- Oh, fuck! - Look at me, look at me.
Look at me.
- I can't fucking see.
- You're all rig.
Target 100yds
to your right!
Look at me, look at me.
You're all right.
- You're all right.
- I can't fucking see.
- You're gonna be all right.
Get off the bunker, God damn it!
- Ahh!
- Come on.
Bill, come on.
You gotta help me.
We gotta move. Come on.
- No no.
- Hold on, bill.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Gene!
Gene!
Ahh!
gene!
Ahh!
Gene?
Gene?
Gene!
- Gene?
Fry 'em, Womack!
Ahhhh!
Gene!
Let the bastards burn!
Ahhh!
Die, you Jap fuck!
Fuckin' die!
Fuckin' die!
You okay?
Why don't they just surrender?
Because they're Japs.
We're gonna have to
root 'em out one by one.
Fucking rats.
Look at the gold
teeth on this one.
What have you got there?
( Japanese soldier
gagging )
- Ahh! - Christ!
Put him out of his misery.
Fuck off.
Makes it easier.
( distant explosions
continue )
Bullshit.
The McCulloch boosted my .
It only adds
four p.S.I., snaf.
You get better torque.
You know that.
Yeah, well, you run that thing
for a while and it'll get noisy.
So?
- How you doin', boys?
- Skipper.
Gunny made some coffee
if anyone wants some.
It's actually pretty good.
Burgie here says
superchargers are worthless.
What you think, Skipper?
Out here,
I'd have to agree with him.
Here, take this.
I'll get some more.
Go on, take it.
Any word on Leyten, Skipper?
They already cleaned him up.
That New York Irish hide of his
Is tougher than any little
bit of Jap shrapnel.
He'll be back soon.
We're moving into the hills
come dawn.
Aye aye, sir.
Burgie, I'm gonna need some
of your mortar squad
To volunteer as
stretcher-bearers.
You can't dwell on it.
You can't dwell on any of it.
Try and get some rest, boys.
Gotta move!
Move it up there!
Russo, get up there
and find hillbilly!
Pull him back!
Go!
Stretchers, go!
Go!
Direct run!
Go go go!
Ahh!
Don't stop! Keep moving!
Keep moving!
Here!
Pick him up!
Move!
Sledge, snafu, up here!
Sledge, get your stretcher
up here now!
Come on, go!
I need more ammo!
Give me more ammo!
Corpsman!
Over here!
Get that shirt
opened up!
Let's get him back.
- Boys.
- I got the sulfur.
We're good to go.
Get him on the stretcher.
We're gonna need
to move him fast!
God damn it. Ah!
Get him!
- Clear.- Oh!
Ahhh!
- Oh, fuck!
Fall back!
- Get up here.
- Fall back!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
( man shouting,
indistinct )
Eddie?
Eddie.
Take him back.
Let me help you.
Come on.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Did you see Haney?
I saw him.
Haney is the old breed.
If a guy like that breaks...
( distant
gunfire continues )
And hillbilly's dead.
You can't dwell on it, Jay.
You can't dwell on any of it.
We go into those hills again,
I'm gonna get hit.
I know it.
I don't care anymore...
Just as long as it's quick.
- Get that fucker!
- Everywhere!
- Fucking Japs!
- Japs are everywhere.
Yankee... ( speaks Japanese )
Hey hey.
Hey, you're okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
You're okay.
You'll be okay.
How you holdin' up?
Oh, God.
- oh, shit!
- oh!
Somebody fucking shoot him.
Get him!
Get the bastard!
Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot him!
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
Why'd you take so long
to shoot him?
Damn, Jay, if it ain't coming out
your mouth, it's coming out your ass.
Looks like you
in a sack race, Jay.
Aw, shit.
I shit myself.
- no kidding.
Fuck--
I fuckin' shit myself.
You guys are fucking nuts.
Go back and get some
new dungarees, Jay.
It's all over my hands.
You left a trail, boy.
They gonna
find us now.
- Who's up ahead?
- Their platoon is on point, sir.
Right up there.
All right, Kelmar,
what do we got?
Men in the hill,
right up there,
Covering from that ridge
all the way to the left.
That's good.
Go slow.
Mortar!
Hold it up here!
Corpsman!
Sniper got the Skipper.
Captain Haldane?
Ack ack's dead.
Skipper's dead.
All right, let's
get your shit together!
Squad leaders, let's go!
Let's get it movin'!
- We're going up!
- Get your gear. We're goin'.
( distant gunfire
continues )
Let's go! Move up!
Mortars, hold it here!
Smarts with me, God damn it!
See what's up top!
Let's go!
What you doin', sledgehammer?
I thought I'd bag me
some Jap gold.
You don't want to do that.
Why not?
I saw you do it.
Don't.
You shouldn't do it.
The germs.
Doc Caswell says all these
dead nips have germs.
- Germs.
- Bad germs.
Diseases that'll
make you sick.
Bad germs.
Well, is it all right with you
if I cut out his insignia then?
No danger in that I know of.
Yeah?
That pass muster with you?
Here, man.
Keep it.
Thanks.
- Welcome back.
- Thank you very much.
Welcome back.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
- Welcome back.
- Very kind of you.
- Here you go.
- What the hell are they doing here?
Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Thank you very much.
- Here you are.
Thanks, ma'am.
Hi, welcome back.
It's good to see you.
- Thank you.
- Okay, marine.
You've had your look-see.
Now move along.
Sledge, drop...
- Ahh!
Thanks.
- Burgin.
- Hillbilly.
You used to not smoke.
Guess I do now.
I need volunteers!
N.C.O.S report to me
At 1050.
Corpsman, do blister checks.
Draw ammo and be resupplied
And ready to move at 1100.
Room service awaits
And there's time to
savor every bite.
Go and get your chow.
1100? Ack ack just
gave us the morning off.
Let's go get some breakfast!
I can't even recognize
this place.
Judging from those planes, I think it's
the airfield we took a while back.
Oh, yeah, now I remember.
We were over there and
the Japs were over there.
- The Japs were where we're sittin'.
- Right.
It's all coming
back to me now.
Why didn't I enlist
in the seabees?
I could have come to Peleliu
in the seat of a bulldozer.
Any of you guys got
a Jap sword or flag?
I'll pay
good money for it.
Or a Jap bayonet?
Any kind of Jap weapon--
I'll take it.
Sure.
I keep them in my ass.
Reach up, grab what you want.
Seriously.
I gotta get me
a Jap sword.
I can't go home from
the war empty-handed.
I can arrange for
a purple heart.
Ain't nobody going home.
Any of you guys
got a Jap sword?
Fuck off!
- Boys.
- Hello, sir.
- Hey, Skipper.
- Hey, Skip.
Skip.
Never run when you can walk.
Never walk when you can stand.
Never stand when you can sit.
Never sit when
you can lay down.
Never lay down
when you can sleep.
And never pass a supply
of clean water.
Amen.
You get enough to eat?
I did, sir.
You're a Southern man, right?
Yes, sir.
Mobile, Alabama.
You realize our ancestors
probably shot at each other
At Gettysburg or bull run?
My great-grandfather
served with general Bragg.
Yeah?
What's your old man do?
He's a doctor,
internal medicine.
Treated vets from
the first world war.
Might have patched up
gunny Haney.
My dad's a shop foreman at a
textile mill in Massachusetts.
He weaved wool fabric
for the military--
All our marine greens,
Our blankets.
It's nice to think my father
might have had something to do
With the blankets we sleep in.
Fuck!
I got a detail for you.
Yes, sir.
No no, as you were.
As you were.
You got a watch?
Yes, sir.
You show 0950?
I do, sir.
Good. Wake me up
in 20 minutes.
Will do, sir.
- Look at that.
- Let's go!
Let's go!
You heard the Skipper!
Let's go!
That's the way
to kill Japs--
Buzz in, fry 'em, buzz back.
Hey, look, it's
colonel puller.
It's the 1st marines.
- Sir.
- You're up, boys.
Colonel.
Hello, sir.
Go get 'em!
Good job.
Way to go, 1st.
- Here you go.
- Thanks, man.
Semper fi.
Hey.
How you doin'?
Let's go!
What kind of man walks
into a field of fire
In defense of his country?
What kind of man has already
served his country
As a soldier in the Philippines
way before Pearl Harbor,
Then volunteers to fight
the Japs as a Marine
In the islands of the Pacific?
What kind of man
risked his life
Throughout a night
of combat
Running barefoot much-needed
ammunition back and forth
To his buddy on the frontlines,
Manning his machine gun
throughout the fight,
Suffering horrible
wounds
While killing countless
savage Japs
In the key battle that
won us Guadalcanal?
I will tell you,
brothers:
A fighting man
like no other,
Winner of the congressional
medal of honor,
America's own
sergeant John Basilone!
Little r&r, Johnny?
How long's he been here for?
A whole lot of buckets.
John!
( man shouts
in Japanese )
( men grunting,
shouting in Japanese )
Ooh!
What was that?
What happened?
- What the fuck is going on out there?
- I don't know.
Who the hell was that?
Two Japs, I think.
One ran down the road.
The other jumped in packer's foxhole.
All right, stay in
your foxholes.
- Stay in your holes.
- Stay alert.
There might be more.
How long you people
been doing this!?
You don't get out of
your fucking hole at night
Because this is what happens!
One of us
gets tired.
One of us
gets lazy.
One of us doesn't
keep his edge on,
And this--
this is what happens.
What kind of guy gets out of his
hole at night without sounding off?
The kind with
two Japs up his ass.
Just one.
Leyden knows what it's like
to have a Jap up his ass.
- Fuck off!
- Can it, bill.
Wh-- what kind of asshole
shoots the guy?
An asshole like you.
- Ahh!
Move out! Down line!
Go for cover!
Move down line!
We're moving left!
Burgin! Plant your unit
behind that bunker!
- Move out!
Move down the line!
Let's go, let's go!
Ahh!
God damn it! Oh, God!
- Get the bunker cleared!
- We got it! It's been cleared.
Burgie. Burgie.
Japs in the Er.
First platoon cleared it
with grenades.
- They must have checked.
- No, listen.
Wake up, sledge.
Burgie...
I'm sure.
They're in there.
( distant gunfire
continues )
( men whisper
in Japanese )
Son of a bitch!
( men shout
in Japanese )
Sledgehammer, check that side!
Ahhh!
Sledgehammer, Burgie, up here!
Keep 'em bottled up
till I come back!
Leyden.
Fire in the hole!
to your right!
Grenade!
Grenade!
- Oh, fuck! - Look at me, look at me.
Look at me.
- I can't fucking see.
- You're all rig.
Target 100yds
to your right!
Look at me, look at me.
You're all right.
- You're all right.
- I can't fucking see.
- You're gonna be all right.
Get off the bunker, God damn it!
- Ahh!
- Come on.
Bill, come on.
You gotta help me.
We gotta move. Come on.
- No no.
- Hold on, bill.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Gene!
Gene!
Ahh!
gene!
Ahh!
Gene?
Gene?
Gene!
- Gene?
Fry 'em, Womack!
Ahhhh!
Gene!
Let the bastards burn!
Ahhh!
Die, you Jap fuck!
Fuckin' die!
Fuckin' die!
You okay?
Why don't they just surrender?
Because they're Japs.
We're gonna have to
root 'em out one by one.
Fucking rats.
Look at the gold
teeth on this one.
What have you got there?
( Japanese soldier
gagging )
- Ahh! - Christ!
Put him out of his misery.
Fuck off.
Makes it easier.
( distant explosions
continue )
Bullshit.
The McCulloch boosted my .
It only adds
four p.S.I., snaf.
You get better torque.
You know that.
Yeah, well, you run that thing
for a while and it'll get noisy.
So?
- How you doin', boys?
- Skipper.
Gunny made some coffee
if anyone wants some.
It's actually pretty good.
Burgie here says
superchargers are worthless.
What you think, Skipper?
Out here,
I'd have to agree with him.
Here, take this.
I'll get some more.
Go on, take it.
Any word on Leyten, Skipper?
They already cleaned him up.
That New York Irish hide of his
Is tougher than any little
bit of Jap shrapnel.
He'll be back soon.
We're moving into the hills
come dawn.
Aye aye, sir.
Burgie, I'm gonna need some
of your mortar squad
To volunteer as
stretcher-bearers.
You can't dwell on it.
You can't dwell on any of it.
Try and get some rest, boys.
Gotta move!
Move it up there!
Russo, get up there
and find hillbilly!
Pull him back!
Go!
Stretchers, go!
Go!
Direct run!
Go go go!
Ahh!
Don't stop! Keep moving!
Keep moving!
Here!
Pick him up!
Move!
Sledge, snafu, up here!
Sledge, get your stretcher
up here now!
Come on, go!
I need more ammo!
Give me more ammo!
Corpsman!
Over here!
Get that shirt
opened up!
Let's get him back.
- Boys.
- I got the sulfur.
We're good to go.
Get him on the stretcher.
We're gonna need
to move him fast!
God damn it. Ah!
Get him!
- Clear.- Oh!
Ahhh!
- Oh, fuck!
Fall back!
- Get up here.
- Fall back!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
( man shouting,
indistinct )
Eddie?
Eddie.
Take him back.
Let me help you.
Come on.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Did you see Haney?
I saw him.
Haney is the old breed.
If a guy like that breaks...
( distant
gunfire continues )
And hillbilly's dead.
You can't dwell on it, Jay.
You can't dwell on any of it.
We go into those hills again,
I'm gonna get hit.
I know it.
I don't care anymore...
Just as long as it's quick.
- Get that fucker!
- Everywhere!
- Fucking Japs!
- Japs are everywhere.
Yankee... ( speaks Japanese )
Hey hey.
Hey, you're okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
You're okay.
You'll be okay.
How you holdin' up?
Oh, God.
- oh, shit!
- oh!
Somebody fucking shoot him.
Get him!
Get the bastard!
Shoot! Shoot!
Shoot him!
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
Why'd you take so long
to shoot him?
Damn, Jay, if it ain't coming out
your mouth, it's coming out your ass.
Looks like you
in a sack race, Jay.
Aw, shit.
I shit myself.
- no kidding.
Fuck--
I fuckin' shit myself.
You guys are fucking nuts.
Go back and get some
new dungarees, Jay.
It's all over my hands.
You left a trail, boy.
They gonna
find us now.
- Who's up ahead?
- Their platoon is on point, sir.
Right up there.
All right, Kelmar,
what do we got?
Men in the hill,
right up there,
Covering from that ridge
all the way to the left.
That's good.
Go slow.
Mortar!
Hold it up here!
Corpsman!
Sniper got the Skipper.
Captain Haldane?
Ack ack's dead.
Skipper's dead.
All right, let's
get your shit together!
Squad leaders, let's go!
Let's get it movin'!
- We're going up!
- Get your gear. We're goin'.
( distant gunfire
continues )
Let's go! Move up!
Mortars, hold it here!
Smarts with me, God damn it!
See what's up top!
Let's go!
What you doin', sledgehammer?
I thought I'd bag me
some Jap gold.
You don't want to do that.
Why not?
I saw you do it.
Don't.
You shouldn't do it.
The germs.
Doc Caswell says all these
dead nips have germs.
- Germs.
- Bad germs.
Diseases that'll
make you sick.
Bad germs.
Well, is it all right with you
if I cut out his insignia then?
No danger in that I know of.
Yeah?
That pass muster with you?
Here, man.
Keep it.
Thanks.
- Welcome back.
- Thank you very much.
Welcome back.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
- Welcome back.
- Very kind of you.
- Here you go.
- What the hell are they doing here?
Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Thank you very much.
- Here you are.
Thanks, ma'am.
Hi, welcome back.
It's good to see you.
- Thank you.
- Okay, marine.
You've had your look-see.
Now move along.