Saving Private Ryan Page #4

REIBEN:

(heavy Brooklyn accent)

Captain, can I put in for a transfer?

MILLER:

Sure, meet me at the top, we'll start

the paperwork.

THE THIRD SIX:

Moves into place. Sarge and Miller

exchange a look. They both see the

madness of what they're doing.

MILLER AND THE OTHERS

OPEN UP on the Germans.

MILLER:

GO!

SARGE:

Rolls his eyes, takes a breath.

Scrambles into the gap. The other

five right behind.

IN THE GAP:

BULLETS EVERYWHERE.

Three are HIT. Then another. POTATO MASHER GRENADES bounce

down. EXPLODE below.

THE GERMAN MACHINE GUN swings toward Sarge and Reiben. Miller

sees them about to get it... MILLER STEPS OUT INTO THE OPEN.

A perfect target. Captain's bars glinting. FIRING. TRYING

TO DRAW THE GERMAN FIRE.

THE GERMAN MACHINE GUNNER

SEES MILLER STANDING IN THE OPEN. Too much to pass up. He

swings the machine gun away from Sarge and Reiben, toward

Miller.

A ROW OF GERMAN BULLETS approaches Miller...he's an instant

from death.

SARGE AND REIBEN DIVE

Under the overhang to safety.

MILLER DIVES BACK TO COVER, BARELY MAKES IT, HIS BOOT HEAL

IS BLOWN OFF.

UNDER THE OVERHANG Sarge and Reiben untangle themselves.

REIBEN:

I'll be Goddamned! I'm not dead!

Sarge hollers back to Miller.

SARGE:

CAPTAIN, IF YOUR MOTHER SAW YOU DO

THAT, SHE'D BE VERY UPSET!

MILLER:

I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY MOTHER.

Quick smiles. MILLER AND HIS RANGERS lean out and FIRE.

HIT more Germans.

SARGE AND REIBEN run up the path, under the overhang. Stop

near the top. Pull pins on grenades. Count. Both throw

long, arcing over the crest, perfectly aimed.

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