Band of Brothers

When we left for Bastogne, we were short of equipment.

We didn't have enough ammunition or warm clothes.

But we had confidence...

...that our higher military authorities would get to us whatever we needed.

There was a ridge with a tree line. We were dug in there.

The Germans knew where we were and they gave us a shellacking.

In Bastogne we were down to one round per man there for a while.

The fog was in. They couldn't resupply us.

When they tried to drop supplies in...

...they'd miss and drop them to the Germans.

One guy got hit by shrapnel. Took his arm off above the elbow.

They were taking him out and he said, "Get my watch off my arm."

A medic came along and he really saved my life.

He stuck a Syrette in a key position. Morphine.

Even today on a real cold night, when we go to bed...

...the first thing I'll say is, "I'm glad I'm not in Bastogne."

Doc, doc, doc.

Doc, bandage. Take him back to Regiment.

- Gen. McAuliffe, division commander. - Give it to me straight.

We've been taking ground in one position, losing it in another.

Now we're digging in on the edge of the forest.

We're under sporadic artillery fire. We're taking hits with no aid station.

We have no food or winter clothes, and little ammo.

The line's spread so thin the enemy wanders into our CP.

We just can't cover the line.

Morning, Captain Nixon. You got anything for Gen. McAuliffe?

Yes, sir.

General, I took a walk on our line about 0300 last night.

I couldn't find the 501st on our right flank.

We've got considerable gaps in our perimeter.

I don't have enough people, sir. We're spread too thin.

Hold the line, colonel. Close the gaps.

This fog won't lift anytime soon, so you can forget about air cover.

1st Battalion just left Foy, Krauts on their tail.

Tanks. Artillery. Got no backup. There's a lot of shit headed this way.

Doc?

Can I scrounge a bandage from your aid kit, sir?

How are you fixed?

No plasma, couple of bandages, practically no morphine.

I tried to find my way up to 3rd Battalion for supplies...

...but I lost my way.

If you can't get over to 3rd...

...Doc Ryan will fix you up with what he can spare.

Thanks, captain.

Eugene? Get everything you can. You're gonna need it.

- Spina. - Doc.

- What's happening? - We're digging in along the line.

Yeah, this is it. So, what'd you get?

I got this, and I got myself a Kraut bandage.

- What? This is it? - Yeah, that's it. That's all we got.

1st Battalion's pulled out of Foy. Heavy casualties.

- Then why are we sitting here? - We need morphine. This is all I got.

- You got extra scissors? - No. Just the one.

- First Sergeant Lipton? - Sir.

- What's this? Two medics in one hole? - Yes, sir.

What's gonna happen to us if you take a hit, huh?

Sir?

- First Sergeant, where's my foxhole? - It's back here, sir.

Maybe you missed it, huh? I'll walk you back.

- You're a bit close to the line here. - Goddamn it.

Sgt. Guarnere, did you keep any morphine?

- No. Doc, I gotta talk to you. - How's that leg?

- Forget the leg, I'm pissing needles. - Later.

- You seen them? - No.

But they're out there. Depend on it.

- Cup of Joe, doc? - Gordon, I need sharp scissors.

Scissors? Well, let's see, I'll have to check the sewing room.

Might be upstairs in the study, the desk drawer.

All right. What about an extra Syrette in your aid kit?

Hide your morphine, guys...

- Muck, you okay? - I'm good.

- Malarkey! Penkala! - We're okay!

Will you look at this shit? They peppered my helmet.

Hey, doc! Morphine!

- Here, take it. - Where's Penkala?

Christ knows.

Medic!

Doc!

- Medic! - You guys hit?

- Easy, doc. How you doing? - Hey, are you crazy?

Watch the goddamn line!

- You got a Syrette? - What?

Medic!

Go.

Medic!

- Doc! - Penkala!

- It's the artery. - Penkala, let go.

- It's a damn artery! - Loosen your fingers, damn it!

Relax your arm. It's not the artery.

I ain't going back. I ain't going, not in this shit.

- And you're yelling "medic"? - I don't need no aid station.

You're in luck, Penkala.

We don't got no aid station.

- You got scissors? - What do I need scissors for?

Got your aid kit?

Right, well, you don't need this. Not yet. I do.

- Who got hit? - Penkala.

Here. I want you to take someone and find the 3rd Battalion, okay?

Bandages, plasma, whatever you can beg, you beg.

And get me some damn scissors. I can't get any.

You get yourself a hot meal too, huh? Go.

- He told me he's a goddamn virgin. - Who?

The replacement in my foxhole, Julian.

Goddamn virgin. Just a kid.

The only virgin I know is the Virgin Mary.

Hey, Babe. Where the hell are we?

This way.

- I don't like it. - Where the hell is 3rd Battalion?

- Shit. - Come on.

Give me a hand.

Go. Go.

- Come on, Spina. Move. - I'm moving. I'm moving.

We can spare a few bandages, but that's it. No morphine.

- Go back to Bastogne for plasma. - Bastogne?

- Doesn't your surgeon have plasma? - We don't have one.

- Just me and my buddy. - Sorry, but we can't help you.

Take cover!

Get your butts out of here!

- Let's go. - Go! Move!

- Should have shot Hinkle in the ass. - Hinkle nearly shot him.

God bless you.

- These smell like my armpit. - At least your armpit's warm.

- You want syrup with that? - What's in these?

- Nothing you won't eat, Malarkey. - I won't eat Malarkey.

- Maybe Hinkle would like your share. - I should have shot him.

- Anybody seen Lieutenant Dike? - Try Battalion CP, sir.

- Try Paris. - Try Hinkle.

Hinkle, I'm home.

Eugene, Lt. Dike's got a full aid kit.

- He's not using his. - Maybe Hinkle's got a Syrette.

- Eat your strudel. - Hinkle Vinkle, eat ze armpit, huh?

Lieutenant Dike. Lieutenant.

Can you spare some Syrettes from your aid kit?

- What, morphine? - Yes, sir.

- What happens if I get hit? - I'll be there, sir.

- Syrette's in here, right? - Yes.

- Here. I don't plan on getting hit. - Thank you, sir.

Heffron, you okay?

Gene, what's with the Heffron shit? You know my name. Use it.

It's Edward, right?

Are you serious? Only the goddamn nuns call me "Edward."

- You have any morphine from Holland? - No. You asked already, remember?

No. I don't recall.

Gordon, you want me?

Yeah, morphine. 3rd Platoon ponied up the contraband.

- Still looking for scissors? - Yes.

Perconte.

- Doc. - Thank you.

You'd better check on Joe Toye out on the OP. He's missing something.

Thanks.

- You guys okay? - They got hot food. Smell it?

- You missing something? - Home.

Ask him to dance, doc.

- Toye, show me your feet. - You watch the goddamn line, McClung.

- Where are your boots? - In Washington, up Gen. Taylor's ass.

- I can move better in bare feet. - What happened?

Took them off to dry my socks and they got blown to hell.

- Well, what's your size? - Nine, just like everybody else.

You keep cleaning those teeth, the Germans will see you.

That's right, Pee Wee. You keep laughing.

Hey, doc.

Doc, my stuff. Come on, doc.

- You got a drug store in here? - No, just my stuff.

- What are you looking for? - Scissors. Thank you, Perconte.

My goddamn scissors.

- Sgt. Guarnere. - Marlene, is that you?

- Hey, doc, come here. - USO, picking up Syrettes.

- Alley, Liebgott, you got any? - No.

You ain't using this stuff are you? I mean personal, like.

Doc, I still got the itching. When I pee, it's murder.

I don't have any penicillin for your biroute.

- Lieutenant, move around a bit. - I can't feel my feet.

That's why you gotta move around.

- Should I take my boots off? - No, just loosen them up and move.

Sergeant, I know it must be hell but I can't help you. Drink lots of water.

- Water? It's pissing that hurts. - Shut it. Shut the hell up.

- Who the hell's singing, Bill? - I'll find out, lieutenant.

- Stop them from singing. - I'll shut them up.

Lord, grant that I shall never seek to be consoled as to console...

...to be understood as to understand, or to be loved...

...as to love with all my heart.

With all my heart.

Medic!

Medic! Medic!

- Perconte, get a jeep. - I'm on it.

- Look at my leg. - Easy CP, this is Perconte.

- Bear with me. Bear with me. - Sisk has been hit. I need a jeep.

They're moving, goddamn it! We need it now!

You'll be all right, Sisk.

- Okay, Sisk. It ain't that bad. - It ain't that bad?

Okay, one pull.

No, save the morphine. I can make it. Save it.

All right, let's get him out of here.

- Where's the jeep? - I don't know, but I hear it.

- Jesus Christ! - You got blood on my trousers.

- I'm real sorry, Frank. - Get him up.

Damn it, Skinny.

Tell Spina I went in for plasma.

All the tanks and artillery pulled back to here.

We got no backup beyond Bastogne. This is it.