Ambush Bay
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- 1966
- 109 min
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They were the quietest
bunch of guys I'd ever seen.
I couldn't tell if they'd
been trained that way
or if they just had nothing to say.
Captain Alonzo Davis.
Officer in charge.
Known to his men as "Smokey."
A mustang
commissioned from the ranks.
Consistently demonstrated excellence,
leadership under fire.
Twice decorated...
Guadalcanal, Tarawa.
Eleven years in the corps.
second in command.
I knew him only by reputation.
in our theatre.
Nine campaigns
in the last 17 months.
Corporal Alvin Ross.
Proven excellence
with M-1 at any distance.
Specialty...
accuracy at long range.
Sniping.
PFC Henry Reynolds.
Demolitions expert.
Combat experience...
One year, ten months.
Age... 19 years, one month.
Platoon Sergeant
William Maccone, garrote.
A garrote is a fine wire
with a handle on each end.
Usage confined exclusively
to the human throat.
Gunnery Sergeant Ernest Wartell.
Career Marine.
Specialty...
automatic weapons.
Proven excellence,
Thompson submachine gun.
Corporal Stanley Parrish.
Knife expert.
Close in combat.
"Stan the man."
130 pounds after dinner.
PFC George George.
Specialty... night vision.
The ability to see
in the absence of light.
By medical statistics, those eyes
will happen once every 200,000 births.
Private First Class James Grenier.
Combat experience... none.
Length of service...
U.S. Marine Corps, six months.
Reason for selection to highly
specialized reconnaissance mission...
dire abdominal attack suffered
accompanied by high fever.
No time for proper replacement.
Location at time of selection...
radio panel.
Check the water-proofing
on that radio, private.
May run a little rough going in.
No sweat, Sarge.
I used to deliver wedding cakes.
I'll take about 30 seconds head start.
of the village.
Like the man said...
"Silence is golden."
I'm sorry, Sergeant.
I'm just not used to walking.
Well, you'd better
get used to it, fly boy.
Because anything happens
to you or this radio,
we turn this party around
and go home.
May I ask the nature
of this mission, Sergeant?
No, you may not.
Amado De Lesa.
Your guide.
I'm Captain Davis.
Sergeant Corey.
- How are you?
- Sergeant Wartell.
Smoke.
Wouldn't you know it... they've got
to stuff their faces, and they've
gotta pick the middle of our path.
You wanna try
and go around them?
Can't. There's a reinforcement battalion
somewhere in this vicinity.
Probably part of it.
If we jump 'em,
we'll wake up the whole neighborhood.
Let's do it.
Shooting-gallery style.
Four rifles.
One man missing.
Captain Davis is dead.
Russ, Reynolds,
go get his body.
Parrish, George,
bury him up there.
Amado.
Try to make this mess look like it
was done by guerillas. Use your knife.
- Ernie.
- Yeah.
I wanna get into heavy growth.
Have George take point.
Amado with him.
- You can bring up the rear.
- Right.
Grenier.
Remain in the middle at all times
giving maximum protection to that radio.
You got that clear?
Damn.
Let's move out.
They must've felt something,
but nobody reacted.
It was like in football
when a guy gets hurt
and none of his teammates
pays any attention.
The point seemed to be to create
the impression that we didn't exist.
To leave things as we found them
whenever possible.
'Course, there are times in life
when you have to improvise.
Too good to be true.
I can't figure it out.
I feel like we're in a stadium
with a bunch of Jap spectators.
You think the Airedale's gonna cut it?
We got two days. The name
of the game's gonna be "hurry."
I don't know. He's not used
to this kind of life.
What'd you find out about him?
You know the stories these days.
He thought blue would go better
with his eyes than khaki,
and now he's a Marine.
Five years ago,
we'd have booted him out on his butt.
Today, he's you and me.
You guys got any powder?
I think my feet are about
to come off in my hands.
I guess I just ain't used to this jazz.
Would you like scented or plain?
Hey, Stub...
You got any of that lavender?
lavender or sweet pea.
That's no problem.
Hey, would you like us
to draw you a nice hot tub?
Alvin?
Oh, you guys are puttin' me on.
None of you guys
ever seen a bathtub.
You stand out in the rain
like a bunch of horses.
Knock it off!
Look, gentlemen, this is the first
and last friendly little squabble
we're gonna have
amongst each other.
And I do not jest.
Does anyone
wanna question my sincerity?
Bury your cans.
Tank, Sarge.
Just over the rise.
Infantry support?
It's hard to say.
I didn't see any.
All right, we'll bypass them.
You tell them to close up,
keep together, and no conversation.
Reynolds!
That's yours.
every Jap on the island down on us.
Get our people, and let's get
the hell out of here.
Maccone, Parrish, get Reynolds.
Come on, move!
Come on.
All right.
It's 1100.
Run your radio check.
Put them here.
All right, men.
Start digging here.
Diamond Blue,
Diamond Blue, this is Nugget.
Do you read me? Over.
Diamond Blue,
Diamond Blue, this is Nugget.
Do you read me? Over.
Diamond Blue, this is Nugget.
I read you five by five.
Let's keep it that way. Out.
It's okay.
Come back here, Marine.
I'm gonna tell you this just once.
This radio's part of you.
You don't put it down ever.
You don't eat, you don't sleep,
Do you read me, Private?
I don't wanna see it again
without you wrapped around it.
Sergeant Corey, if this radio is more
important in this mission than you or me,
don't you think you should tell me
what the hell I'm supposed
to accomplish with it?
I'll tell you when the time comes.
Well, don't you think
the time has come?
I mean, how many more men
are we supposed to lose?
We're not supposed
to lose any men, Private.
But we're also not supposed
to bump into a tank
or a bunch of Japs
on their way to a Turkish bath.
We did.
Okay, that's our tough luck.
that you're along.
Now, why don't you just try
to adjust to that, huh?
Stay away from things
that you've never done... like thinking.
Sergeant, I've had
enough of that duff.
I'm not in the infantry,
but I'm getting sick and tired of having
my nose rubbed in it, you know?
Look, all I wanna know
is what I'm doing here. That's all.
Without all the silent smirks.
Lower your voice, Grenier.
Come on, Marine.
Help over here with the digging.
I wouldn't ask him
too many questions.
He's got a lot on his mind.
Sergeant, somebody better start
telling me something,
because I can get very nasty.
We're here looking
for an intelligence contact.
Seems the Japs have got a hold
of some big news.
This contact knows just how much
they know, but he's been cut off.
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