Company of Heroes

The last aircraft of the first batch

taking off to carry British paratroops.

Allied bombings composing

an estimated 1 million men...

Sniper! Everyone take cover!

Get on the ground.

Stay low, guys.

Rizzo, get over there now!

- Now, now, now.

- Nate, cover him!

I don't see him. Where is he?

Somebody put some fire on this guy!

Nate, take cover!

Yes, sir.

Rizzo, fall back. Grab the guns.

Gentle on the trigger.

Don't pull...

...just squeeze.

- Come on, you guys, haul it, move it out.

- We're moving out in 0800.

Butler, you're up.

Move it out!

Lance. Lance, you're up.

- Were you scared?

- Of what?

- Oh, I don't know, a bullet to the head?

- Pack it up!

Didn't really think about it.

I was afraid I'd miss the shot.

What kind of sh*t is that?

You didn't really think about it.

Not for one second?

Nope.

Ignorance is bliss.

It was a hell of a shot.

First group, time to eat.

You think God's on our side?

- Hey, Rizzo?

- Yeah?

- Is God on our side?

- Is the Pope Catholic, sir?

Yes.

And as far as I know,

bears do sh*t in the woods.

Well, what if I'm not a believer?

Well, then you're f***ed.

- Ain't that right, Johnny?

- Right as rain, sir.

Oh, jeez.

It's Lieutenant Conti.

Over here. Come on, let's get it up!

Haul that pack over here.

- Damn it.

- Sergeant Matheson.

How are my boys

from Second Infantry doing?

We secured section nine,

put down the last of the German 155.

Sitting down and giving the grunts...

...some down time.

- How'd the Krauts treat you?

- Have to use your knuckles?

- They never go easy.

It's a tough war.

- That's why we got you on the ground.

- Thank you, sir.

I got a cakewalk for you this time.

You ready for it?

Christmas hams.

I need you to deliver them

to the forward OP.

Getting killed on a non-combat mission

is bad.

You're a good soldier,

but this war's over.

I mean, look around.

We took this country weeks ago.

I've put you and your men

on some shitty assignments.

This one is a cheeseburger

with a cherry cola and a side of fries.

I lost a man to sniper fire

just this morning. They're out there.

Yeah, know what's out there?

Fourteen-year-old boys

with broken rifles. No ammo, no food.

You sure about that?

Dump half the food here,

other half to the forward OP.

- Do it with a smile on your face.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, and by the way...

- Move it, move it!

...Army beat Navy 23-7.

I always said those midshipmen

were a little soft in the middle.

- Get to work.

- You gotta move it now!

Chambliss. You like Christmas hams?

You betcha, sarge.

I take mine with potatoes,

cabbage and a shot of Irish whiskey.

Today's your lucky day. Walk with me.

We gotta escort a bunch of overcooked

pigs all the way to forward OP.

Can I bring some friends?

It's all hands on deck.

Okay, we're moving out.

Get your gear, let's go.

- Hustle up!

- I'm coming, I'm coming.

- That's Ransom.

- Who?

Lieutenant Ransom.

- Coat says he's a cook.

- Yeah, exactly.

That guy commanded

a whole company on D-day.

He took his unit through

Omaha Beach and survived.

Supposed to have a cake assignment

after that, but on his next mission out...

...he lost almost every man

under his watch in half an hour.

It was 15 minutes, actually.

So they took my rank,

busted me down to a cook.

Are you a good cook?

I'm a very good cook.

- Nate Burrows.

- Hey.

- This loudmouth is Duncan Chambliss.

- We got mouths to feed.

Chambliss, you're on the truck.

Rizzo, Burrows, Ransom, Miller...

...you're in this truck.

Burrows, give me a minute.

Help me with these sandbags.

- Sir?

- Heard you took out a sniper today.

Dumb luck, I guess.

- Was it?

- Shot at some toy ducks at the state fair.

From over a hundred yards

in a dense forest?

I don't know much about yards.

I'm used to measuring in acres.

Must have won a lot of pink teddy bears

for your girl back home.

- I don't have a girl.

- Everybody's got a girl.

Girls, sir. Plural.

- Two of them waiting for me back home.

- Regular Casanova.

- Don't know which flower to pick, huh?

- Something like that.

You got some moxie, don't you?

Can't say, sir.

Don't exactly know what moxie is.

Balls.

- Last time I checked, I have two of them.

- Are they big?

Big enough.

You're my new sniper. Load up.

What you got there?

- Nothing.

- Really? Looks like something.

- You been back to Division CP?

- I came from there.

- They're saying the war's practically over.

- Is that what they're saying?

- That's what I heard.

- You're a replacement, huh?

- I've been here for three weeks.

- Three weeks and already a sniper.

Put some gold bars on that shoulder.

Three f***ing weeks. Sh*t.

Yeah, well, how long you been a cook?

- Three f***ing weeks.

- Tastes like it too.

- Get off the truck.

- Move out.

- Come on, move, move, move!

- Down, down, find cover!

Get down over there!

- Come on, come on, move!

- Take cover.

Hit that snowbank. Go, go, go!

- Move, move!

- Incoming fire.

Medic!

Go, go, go!

- Rizzo!

- Put some fire on it.

Waiting for my shot, sir.

- Like ducks at the arcade.

- Now, move it. Let's get out of here.

Move, move, move.

Gather weapons and ammo.

Duncan?

Come on, Duncan.

Help!

- Hey. Hey.

- Duncan. Duncan, stay with me!

- Come on, let's go.

- Grab an arm.

- He's gone. He's gone.

- He's not gone. Grab an arm.

Let's get the hell out of here!

We have to go after that mortar team.

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