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?

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