It's-- It's...
It's to my dad.
It's got blood on it.
We got him.
Stay down.
Man: Jacqueline!
Woman: Jacqueline!
[French Couple Shouting ln French]
Mellish: How bad is it?
Chest, maybe lung shot.
[Speaking French]
Get that 30 up the street!
Miller: Detail!
Horvath: Clear up!
Miller: Clear down!
That's why we can't take children.
Sergeant Horvath,
do an ammo check.
Upham...
canteens.
Fill 'em up.
Sergeant Hill.
Hill: Yes, sir.
Miller: Gather your men.
We'll form up
at the northwest corner of the square.
Jackson!
Jackson: Sir!
Miller: Mellish, check the tower,
hustle back here.
Right now. Go!
Fuck Ryan.
Thunder!
Flash!
Come on in.
Hey, guys, we're looking for Captain Hamill.
Somewhere down there, across the square.
Across the square.
Soldier: Go easy. Watch for snipers.
Take it easy. Sit down.
All right. Jimmy T., go find Captain Hamill,
bring him in here.
What? Up there?
How the hell should I know?
Would you just go look, please?
Thank you, you moron.
All right.
You guys just...
flake out here for a while.
Ohh.
Let me get this goddamn hitchhiker out of my boot.
[Shouting ln German]
Jesus!
Drop your weapons!
Drop 'em now!
Drop the fucking weapons!
[Shouting ln German]
I'll shoot you!
Drop! Drop! Drop 'em!
[Shouting ln German]
Now! Put 'em down!
[Shouting ln German]
[Machine Gun Fire]
Clear up!
Shit.
Shit!
Hamill: Clear up!
Clear down!
[Groaning]
Enough to make you old.
Let's hope so.
Fred Hamill, Pathfinders 101st.
John Miller, 2nd Rangers.
Thank you.
We're here looking for a Private James Ryan.
He's part of your outfit.
Any chance at all you policed him up?
Hamill: How was the road in?
Miller: Scenic.
We lost most of our ammo.
Horvath: Not to mention one of our men.
Lieutenant, redeploy that bazooka
to the right side of the road.
Lieutenant: Yes, sir!
And get Ryan up here.
Lieutenant: Ryan!
Ryan, front and center!
Soldier: Ryan!
Here comes our boy.
Told you he was an asshole.
Sir, Private Ryan reporting as ordered.
At ease.
Captain Miller, 2nd Rangers.
He wants a word with you.
This way.
All right.
Take a knee.
[Sighs]
Private, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
Well, there isn't any real easy way
to say this, so, uh...
so I'll just say it.
Your brothers are dead.
We have, uh, orders to come get you...
'cause you're going home.
Oh, my God, my brothers are dead.
[Sobbing]
I was gonna take 'em fishing when we got home.
Hamill: I'm so sorry, James.
I can't tell you how much.
How-- How did they die?
They were killed in action.
No, that can't be. They're both--
That... That can't be.
My brothers are still in grammar school.
You're James Ryan?
Yeah.
James Francis Ryan from lowa?
James Frederick Ryan, Minnesota.
Well, does that-- does that mean my brothers are OK?
Yeah, I'm sure they're fine.
Are you sure that they're OK though?
We're looking for a different Private Ryan.
This is just a big foul-up.
How do you know? How can you be sure?
How do you know the foul-up
isn't that his brothers are OK and that--
Lieutenant.
I'm sorry for the trouble.
I just wrote them a letter before I left.
I got to get home.
I got to get home right now.
I want to go home.
Lieutenant: Shh, take it easy.
So where in the hell is our Ryan?
I don't know.
Are you in touch with your C.O.?
That figures.
What unit's your Ryan in?
Baker Company, 5-0-6.
The guy with the broken foot, he's 5-0-6, right?
Yeah. Charlie, I think.
- You think? - Yeah.
Ryan? Don't know-- Man!
Miller: Where was your drop zone?
Just inside of Vierville.
Vierville?
How the hell did you end up way up here?
You got me, sir.
C-47 took heavy fire.
Pilot went crazy trying to get out of there,
turning every which way,
took more fire in the drop, got messy.
I ended up here.
I haven't seen a single guy from my stick, sir.
God knows where they are.
Anybody from Baker Company have a big mouth?
Say where the drop zone might've been?
No, sir, but I know Baker Company
had the same rally point as us.
Show me.
My men are beat.
We're gonna hold up here for about 3 hours.
We'll pull out after dark.
Got anything left in this town
Iike a 3-star hotel, something with clean sheets
and soft pillows and room service?
How about a nice comfy church?
We'll take that.
What have you heard?
How's it all falling together?
Well, we got the beachhead secure.
Problem is Monty's taking his time moving on Caen.
We can't pull out till he's ready. So--
That guy's overrated.
No argument here.
You got to take Caen, so you can take Saint-Lo.
You got to take Saint-Lo to take Valognes.
Valognes, you got Cherbourg.
And Cherbourg, you got Paris.
Paris, you get Berlin.
And then that big boat home.
We sure as hell could use you around here,
but I understand what you're doing.
You do?
Yeah. I got a couple of brothers myself.
Oh.
Good luck.
Thank you.
No, I mean it.
Find him. Get him home.
Horvath: What's with your hand?
I don't know.
It started in Portsmouth
when they brought us down for embarkation.
It comes and goes.
Well, you may have to get yourself a new line of work.
This one doesn't seem to agree with you anymore.
What?
Nothing.
What was the name of that kid at Anzio?
The one that was always
walking around on his hands, you know,
and he was singing that song
about the man on the flying trapeze?
Vecchio.
Yeah.
Yeah, Vecchio.
He was a goofy kid.
I remember he used to pee a "V" on everybody's jacket
for Vecchio.
For victory.
Vecchio.
He was so short.
He was a midget, wasn't he?
"How did you get to be a ranger?"
[Both Chuckling]
He got shot in the foot once, didn't he?
And he was walking on his hands.
Yeah, well, he could walk faster on his hands.
He could run faster on his hands than...
Vecchio.
Yeah.
Caparzo.
You see, when...
when you end up killing one of your men, you see,
you tell yourself it happened
so you could save the lives of 2 or 3
or 10 others.
Maybe a hundred others.
Do you know how many men I've lost under my command?
How many?
94.
But that means I've saved the lives
of 10 times that many, doesn't it?
Maybe even 20, right?
20 times as many?
And that's how simple it is.
That's how you...
That's how you
rationalize making the choice
between the mission and the men.
Except this time, this mission is a man.
This Ryan better be worth it.
He'd better go home and cure some disease
or invent a longer-lasting lightbulb or something.
'Cause the truth is, I wouldn't trade 10 Ryans
for one Vecchio or one Caparzo.
Amen.
[Grunts]
Look. There it goes again.
Sir...
are you all right?
Now, look, we're gonna move out in 2 hours.
Why don't you get some sleep?
Reiben: I don't know how he does it.
Mellish: What's that?
Falls asleep like that.
I mean, look at him.
The guy's lights out the minute his head hits the pack.
Clear conscience.
Yeah, what's that saying? "If God's on our side,
who the hell could be on theirs?"
"If God be for us, who could be against us?"
Yeah, what did I say?
Wade: Well, actually,
the trick to falling asleep is trying to stay awake.
Mellish: How is that, Wade?
Wade: Well, when my mother was an intern,
she used to work late through the night,
sleep through the day.
So the only time
that we ever got to talk about anything
was when she'd get home.
So what I used to do, I used to lie in my bed
and try to stay awake as long as I could,
but it never worked 'cause the harder I tried,
the faster I'd fall asleep.
Yeah, well, that wouldn't have mattered none in my house.
My ma, she would've come home, shook me awake,
chatted me up till dawn.
I swear, that woman was never too tired to talk.
Yeah, that's probably the only time
she could get a word in.
Funny thing is,
sometimes she'd come home early,
and I'd pretend to be asleep.
Mellish: Who? Your-- Your mom?
Yeah.
She'd stand in the doorway looking at me.
And I would just keep my eyes shut.
And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day,
that she came home early...
just to talk to me.
And I still wouldn't move.
I'd still pretend to just be asleep.
I don't know why I did that.
Miller: We only got a couple hours.
Shut up and go to sleep.
Captain?
Upham: Sir?
Corporal?
How you doin' there? You all right?
Yeah, I think this is all good for me, sir.
Really?
How is that?
"War educates the senses,
calls into action the will,
perfects the physical constitution,
brings men into such swift and close collision
in critical moments that man measures man."
Yeah, well, I guess that's Emerson's way of...
finding the bright side.
You know Emerson, sir?
I know some.
So where are you from, Captain?
What'd you do before the war?
What's the pool up to?
You know, I think it's around 300, sir.
Well, when it gets up to 500,
I'll give you the answers and we'll split the money.
How about that?
Well, if that's the way you feel, sir,
I feel it's my duty under your command
to suggest that we wait
until it gets up to a thousand, sir.
What if we don't live that long?
500?
500 would be good, yeah.
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
Get some sleep, Corporal.
Yes, sir.
Soldier: Who's got sulfa powder?
Soldier: Medic! My buddy's bleeding!
He needs a tourniquet!
Wade.
Wade: Yes, sir?
See what you can do.
Yes, sir.
Hold on, fellas.
It won't be much longer.
How we doing here?
All right.
Yeah, doing all right. Don't worry about it.
Doc's in town.
Jackson: It's all right. It's all right.
Don't worry, fellas.
The 29th lnfantry's breaking through.
They'll be here soon.
Soldier: Plasma. Anybody got plasma?
Captain. Hey, Captain.
Soldier, you want to fill me in?
Uh, yeah. Lieutenant Dewindt, sir.
99th Troop Carrier Squadron
carrying in 327th Glider lnfantry.
This one was mine, sir.
I was the pilot.
22 men dead.
I ended up over there without a scratch.
It took my copilot's head right off.
Well, where's the unit? Who are these people?
Well, the guys we came in with, sir,
they headed off first night. Haven't seen them since.
Meantime, other guys keep showing up,
1, 2, half-dozen at a time.
Then some officer'll come along and patch together a mixed unit,
head off to make trouble, sir.
We're looking for a Private James Ryan.
He was in Baker Company 5-0-6 of the 101st.
No, you got me, sir.
A lot of guys come in and out of here.
- Upham. - Yes, sir?
Check out that squad. See if Ryan's in it.
Yes, sir.
Reiben.
Smell that leg right there.
Find out if it's south of cheese.
[Sniffs] Phew.
Wade: What?
Juden.
Soldier: Keep moving. Keep moving!
Juden.
I'm Juden, you know?
Ju-den.
Yeah, I couldn't pry him out of there
hard as I tried.
I'd need a winch.
Horvath: Yeah.
Horvath: Stars.
Yep, Brigadier General Amend,
deputy commander, 101st.
Some fucking genius had the great idea
of welding a couple of steel plates
onto our deck to keep the general safe
from ground fire.
Unfortunately, they forgot to tell me about it
until we were just getting airborne.
Well, that's like trying to fly a freight train.
OK?
Gross overload.
Trim characteristics all shot to hell.
I nearly broke both my arms trying to keep her level.
And when-- And when we released,
you know, I cut as hard as I could,
tried to gain some altitude
and still keep her from stalling.
We came down like a fucking meteor.
And this is how we ended up.
And the others,
they stopped easy enough OK, though, you know?
We were just-- We were just too damn heavy,
you know?
The grass was wet.
Downward slope and all.
22 guys dead.
All that for a general?
One man.
Lot of that going around.
FUBAR.
Y'all got that right.
I looked up "FUBAR" in the German dictionary.
There's no "FUBAR" in there.
- Upham. - Yes, sir?
There's more paratroops out there.
Find out if one of them's Ryan.
Yes, sir.
Oh, you might want to check these out, sir.
Dog tags.
More than I really want to count, sir.
I've-- I've covered a lot of bodies, sir.
Miller: Jackson...
start going through those.
Yes, sir.
I'll help.
What do you think, Jackson?
Do you think that little prick's in there?
Well, if he is, I'm gonna find him.
I bet that son of a bitch is.
Reiben: I got big money saying this guy's still alive.
Mellish: 10 bucks says I nail him first.
Let's see who we got in here.
You mugs don't stand a chance.
All right, you think this little shit bird's in here or what?
Just keep looking.
All right. Gary lanico.
Ben Rubino. Mike Cessacchio.
I swear, all the guineas are buying it, huh?
Mellish: Oh, come on, not the right name.
Wee Willie Winkie, that's a buddy of yours.
Reiben: We gotta find this prick.
Where is this son of a bitch?
Don't mix them up, Jackson, all right?
Keep them in your own fucking pile.
How am I supposed to know who we got?
Why don't you just shut up, Reiben, all right?
Mellish: Everybody be friends.
Reiben: Cranky there, huh?
I think I got a winner.
What are you talking about?
Ryan.
Ryan?
Take a look at that, Mellish.
You know what? You're a genius. You really are.
R-l-E-N-N-E.
That's Rienne. And that's French, all right?
You know what that means?
Jackson: It's means nothing.
Mellish: What beats 3 of a kind?
Jackson: I got shit here.
I got all guys from New York.
Reiben: Do you need a hand with that?
Mellish: Ah, I got a full house.
Reiben: Got you beat. Straight flush.
You were looking at my tags.
You're cheating. You know?
Ryan.
Reiben: Fuckin' unreal, this guy.
Do you need a hand with that?
Can you read that shit?
Jesus Christ, look at this poor bastard, huh?
Mellish: I guess they're not bulletproof, huh?
Reiben: Guess not. All right?
Mellish: I don't like what he's got between his ears.
Jackson: Sort of what you fellas got
between your legs.
Mellish: We got to give him that.
Not bad for you, Jackson.
I got 3 of a kind.
Full house.
The whole goddamn airborne's watching.
These aren't poker chips.
Mellish: All right, all right.
Wade: Put 'em back in there!
He's not here.
Wade: Put 'em back.
Maybe we should bust up
into a couple of different groups, huh?
And wander the woods like Hansel and Gretel,
calling his name.
He's bound to hear us sooner or later.
Ryan!
That might be a little hard to do, Captain.
Maybe the locals have seen him.
Hey, you know-- uh, excusez-moi.
Parlez-vous Ryan, James ryan?
Merci. Merci beaucoup.
Ryan! Anybody know Ryan, 101st Airborne?
Ryan? You know a guy named Ryan?
Private James Ryan from lowa?
Anybody know a Ryan?
James Ryan?!
Hey, Joe,
doesn't, uh, Michaelson
pal around with a Ryan from "C" Company?
Yeah, I think so.
Well, bring him up here, would you?
You know Private Ryan?
You're gonna have to speak up, sir.
You're gonna have to speak up, sir!
My hearing is not so good!
It comes and goes!
A German grenade went off right by my head!
[Louder] Got it, got it.
Do you know Private Ryan?
Who?
Private Ryan? James Ryan?
Jimmy Ryan?
James. James Francis Ryan.
No, no, no. James Francis Ryan.
Get me a pencil. Something to write on.
Quick! Quick! Come on, a pencil!
Here you are. A small one, sir.
Write this down.
James Francis Ryan, Question mark.
Iowa, question mark.
Do you know him? Does he know him?
Read the message. Look.
Yeah. Of course I know him, sir.
Does he know where he is?
Yeah, yeah.
We missed our drop zone by about 20 miles,
ended up way over by Bumville or some damn place.
Him, me, and a couple of other guys
were coming here to the rally point,
ran into a colonel who was gathering up men
to go to, uh... Ramelle...
Ramelle.
To baby-sit a bridge.
That's the last I've seen of him, sir.
Great! Great! Thank-- Thank you.
Write thank you. Read and thank you.
Michaelson: You're welcome!
Assemble on me.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Ramelle.
We're here. There.
Ramelle...
is on the Merderet River right here,
just to the southwest of us.
You know anything about this bridge
he was talking about, Captain?
Yep. The target has always been Cherbourg.
We can't push on Paris until we take a deep water port,
and Rommel knows that.
So he's gonna try to get his armor
across the Merderet River anywhere he can.
That way, he can hit our invasion forces in the flank
when we make the big right turn to Cherbourg.
That makes any village on that river
with an intact bridge solid gold real estate.
[Compass Rattling]
Let's go.
Wade: Captain.
Horvath: What the hell is that?
Miller: A radar site.
It's got to be out of action.
Well, it looks like we got something in that...
sandbag bunker right under the station.
See it?
Yeah. That's my guess, too.
What is it?
Machine gun. Probably MG-42.
Jesus. Is that what got those guys?
Maybe one of them's our boy.
Miller: No, their patches are 82nd,
so your luck's not that good.
I don't know how fast the rest of you Betties are,
but I'm thinking we detour this way quick and quiet,
the krauts will never even know we were here.
So, Captain, what I'm trying to say is,
why don't we just go around the thing?
I hear what you're saying,
but we can't go around it.
I'm with Reiben on this one, sir.
I mean, we left them 88s.
For the air force.
The air force isn't gonna spend ordinance
on one machine gun.
Mellish: Uh, Captain.
We can still skip it and accomplish our mission.
I mean, this isn't our mission, right, sir?
Oh, that's what you want to do, Mellish?
You just want to leave it here
so they can ambush the next company that comes along?
No, sir, that's not what I'm saying.
I'm simply saying, it seems like an unnecessary risk
given our objective, sir.
Our objective is to win the war.
Sir, I just, uh,
I don't have a good feeling about this one.
Well, when was the last time
you felt good about anything?
All right, 3 runners with suppressing fire.
Mellish, you hook to the right.
I'll go up the middle.
Who's going left?
I'll do it.
I'll go left.
All right.
Upham, switch off with Jackson,
and you linger in the rear.
Upham: Yes, sir.
We advance and keep pressure on him
till he has to change out his barrels.
I think we should be able to hit him from grenade range.
Maybe I should go up the middle, sir.
The way you run? I don't think so.
Maybe I should go left, sir.
Maybe you should shut up.
Reiben, base of fire.
Mags and clips where you can reach 'em and...
and extra grenades for the base runners.
[Panting]
Horvath: Hill's clear! 4 down and dead!
Miller: Upham, grab the gear and get up here!
We need water and extra dressing now!
Get the morphine out of the extra medical kit!
Horvath: Son of a bitch.
Miller: Get some sulfa on there.
Wade: Move my legs up. Move my legs up.
More sulfa, Mellish.
Mellish: Listen to my voice.
You're gonna be all right, Doc.
Wade: How's it look?
Wade, you're fine.
You're going on a hospital ship.
Miller: More sulfa!
Wade: Put my legs up, put my legs up.
I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em.
Miller: You're gonna be OK, Wade.
Upham, give me your canteen!
Horvath: Come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Horvath: Put some pressure on it.
Miller: You're gonna be ok.
Wade: How's it look?
Miller: Give him some morphine.
How's it look?
Miller: It's all right.
How's it look?
Horvath: You're gonna be OK.
Here comes the morphine.
Am I shot in the spine?
Jackson: You're OK, Wade.
Am I shot in the spine?
Miller: Lift him up. Easy, easy, easy.
Horvath: Put some pressure on him.
Easy, easy.
Horvath: Lift him up.
It's OK, Doc. It's all right.
Wade, you got an exit wound.
It's in the small of your back.
How big-- How big's the hole in the--
It's about the size of an acorn.
Mellish: You're fine. You're fine.
[Gagging, Coughing]
Horvath: Put some pressure on it.
Put some pressure on it.
It's all right.
Horvath: Put some more pressure on it!
Is there anything bleeding worse than the others?
Yeah, right here. Do you know what it is?
No.
Right here. I'm gonna put your hand on it.
Jackson: We got some pressure on her.
Right there. OK? That's the one.
Oh, my God, my liver! Oh, my God, it's my liver!
Tell us what to do. Tell us how to fix you.
What can we do? Tell us what to do.
Mellish: Oh, shit.
I could use-- I could use a little more morphine.
More morphine, sir?
OK. OK.
Give it to him.
I don't wanna die.
Mellish: Here you go. Wade.
Here you go. Here it comes. Shh.
Jackson: There you go. There you--
Give him another one.
Mama?
I want to go home, I want to go home.
Mama! Mama! Mam--
Mama, Mama,
Mama, Mama, Mam--
[Blows Landing]
[Soldier Grunts]
Aah!
Mellish: Reiben, hold him!
Unh!
[Shouting]
Bitte! Totet mich nicht!
Ich will mich ergeben!
Vater unser im himmel, geheiligt werde den name,
dein reich komme...
Not yet.
First make him mark and cover Wade's body for grave detail.
Same thing for those paratroopers down there.
Strip that stuff off him. Check him for intelligence.
Ask this piece of shit if he's the one who shot Wade.
Ask him!
It doesn't matter.
It does matter!
Warst du am maschinengewehr?
Nein. Ich hab nachgeladen, ich hab nicht geschossen.
Shut up with that filthy pig latin.
Sprichst du deutsch?
Jackson, you're hit.
[Muttering ln German]
Shut up.
I guess it just skinned the arm, sir.
Miller: Get it cleaned and dressed.
You and Sarge watch the perimeter.
Bitte, totet mich nicht.
Ich will mich ergeben.
He says please don't shoot.
I don't care what he says, Upham.
Sir? Sir, you're gonna let them kill him?
This is not right, sir.
You can help him with the bodies.
What is happening?
This is bullshit.
[Sobbing]
American. [Sniffs]
I like American.
Steamboat Willie. Toot, toot.
Steamboat Willie.
Yeah, Steamboat Willie. American.
Ich bin noch nicht fertig!
Ich muss hier noch viel tiefer graben!
Ist noch lange nicht tief genug!
He's says he's not finished.
That's what you think. Come on.
- Nein! - Yeah.
Nein! lch bin noch nicht fertig!
Please...
I like America.
Fancy schmancy! What a cinch!
Go fly a kite! Cat got your tongue! Cool beans!
[Panting]
Betty Boop! What a dish!
Betty Grable. Nice gams.
[Panting]
Fuck Hitler.
Tut mir leid um den mann, den ihr verloren habt.
Den sanitater. Es ist halt krieg, nicht?
Sir, he says he's sorry about Wade.
He says he's sorry about Wade, sir.
Captain!
Captain, this isn't right!
You know this. He's a prisoner.
He surrendered.
He surrendered, sir!
Tell him...
[Cocks Rifle]
to march a thousand paces in that direction.
Then he can take off the blindfold.
We'll be gone,
and he turns himself in
to the first Allied patrol he comes across.
You gotta be kidding. We're letting him go?
He's a P.O.W., Reiben.
Can't take him with us.
Our guys'll pick him up sooner or later.
[Soldier Muttering]
Only if he doesn't get picked up by his own wehrmacht first,
then thrown back into circulation.
Captain, you just let the enemy go.
This is such bullshit.
Y'all got that right.
Bullshit? This is bullshit?
Shooting a prisoner, that'd be OK?
It's against the goddamn rules!
The goddamn rules just walked off
with your new friend.
But I guess that was the decent thing to do,
huh, Captain?
Get your gear. Let's go.
Horvath: You heard him. Gear up.
The captain just gave you an order.
Yeah.
Like the one he gave to take this machine gun.
That was a real doozy, wasn't it, Sarge?
Soldier, you are way outta line.
Yes, sir, that was one hell of a call,
coming to take this nest,
but, what the hell,
we only lost one of our guys going for it.
I hope Mama Ryan's real fuckin' happy
knowing that little Jimmy's life
is more important than 2 of our guys!
Then again, we haven't found him yet, have we?
Huh?!
Get the hell off me!
Horvath: Reiben, get up.
Gear up. Fall in.
I'm done with this mission.
Hey! Hey!
Don't you walk away from your captain.
Reiben, get back in line.
I'll spend the rest of my life in the stockade
if I have to, but I'm done with this.
I'm not gonna ask you again, soldier.
Captain!
Jackson: This is bullshit!
Fall in!
You gonna shoot me over Ryan?
No, I'm gonna shoot you 'cause I don't like you.
Sir!
If he wants to go, just let him go!
Are you letting this happen?
Captain! You see this?
Captain? Sir? Sir, Ryan's dead.
Bullshit!
Sir, we have a situation.
I have a sixth sense about these things.
I know it in my bones.
You don't kill that son of a bitch kraut.
Now you're gonna shoot me?
He's better than you.
Then why don't you just do it, Sarge?
Do it, man. Put one in my leg--
I'm gonna shoot you in your big goddamn mouth!
Well, put your money where your mouth is--
You don't know when to shut up. You don't know how to shut up.
Captain, please!
What's the pool on me up to?
What?
You are a coward son of a bitch!
I'm waiting, Sarge.
Mike, what's the pool on me up to right now?
What-- What's it up to?
What is it, $300? ls that it, 300?
I'm a schoolteacher.
I teach English composition
in this little town called Addley, Pennsylvania.
The last 11 years,
I've been at Thomas Alva Edison High School.
I was the coach of the baseball team
in the springtime.
I'll be doggone.
Back home, when I'd tell people what I do for a living,
they'd think, "Well, that figures."
But over here, it's a...
a big...
a big mystery.
So I guess I've changed some.
Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much,
my wife is even going to recognize me
whenever it is I get back to her.
And how I'll ever be able to...
to tell her about days like today.
Ah, Ryan...
I don't know anything about Ryan.
I don't care.
The man means nothing to me. He's just a name.
But if... [Sighs]
you know, if going to Ramelle and...
finding him so he can go home,
if that earns me the right to get back to my wife,
well then... then that's my mission.
You want to leave?
You want to go off and fight the war?
All right.
All right, I won't stop you.
I'll even put in the paperwork.
I just know that every man I kill,
the farther away from home I feel.
[Grunts]
[Rumbling]
Half-track! Cover!
[Rumbling]
[Bazooka Fires]
Who's doing the shooting?
[Gunfire]
Aah!
Get ready to move on their left flank!
Take their left flank!
Mellish: Hold on and make sure they're down!
Corporal Henderson: 101st! We're coming out!
Corporal Henderson: That was a recon element, Second S.S.
We've been expecting a probe. That must have been it.
Captain Miller, Charlie Company, 2nd Rangers.
Corporal Henderson, Easy Company, 501st.
Ryan, first of the 506th.
P.F.C. Toynbe, third of the 506th.
James Francis Ryan?
Yes, sir. How'd you guess that?
Miller: Looks like you guys got hit pretty hard.
Henderson: Yes, sir. Small unit action.
They came in and beat the hell out of us with 88s.
Tell you what, sir, if you're our relief,
I'm gonna file a complaint.
I wouldn't blame you.
Who's your C.O.?
It would have been Captain Jennings, sir.
I'm afraid the best we can muster up
right now is a corporal.
So, what are you guys all about?
We're here for him. Ryan.
Me, sir?
James Francis Ryan of lowa?
Yes, sir. Payton, lowa, That's correct.
What is this about?
Your brothers were killed in combat.
Which-- Which ones?
All of them.
Uh...
on-- on the level?
Yeah. I'm afraid so.
Uh...
you might want to take some time with this.
If there's someplace you want to go and...
What's this all about?
Ryan lost his brothers.
Which one?
All of them.
You--
You came all the way out here to tell me that?
Well, you're-- you're going home.
Our orders are to bring you back.
Bring me back?
Corporal Henderson...
I don't mean to leave you even more shorthanded,
but orders are orders. Any communication
about when you're going to be relieved up here?
Sir, there's no way to tell.
We have no idea what's happening south of us.
I have my orders, too, sir.
They don't include me abandoning my post.
I understand that, but this changes things.
I don't see that it does, sir.
The chief of staff for the United States Army
says it does.
Sir, our orders are to hold this bridge at all cost.
Our planes in the 82nd have taken out every bridge
across the Merderet with the exception of 2.
One at Valognes and this one here.
We let the Germans take 'em,
we'll lose our foothold and have to displace.
Private, your outfit wants to stay, that's one thing.
Your party's over here.
Sir, I can't leave until at least reinforcements--
You got 3 minutes to gather your gear.
Sir, what about them? There's barely enough--
Reiben: Hey, asshole!
2 of our guys already died trying to find you, all right?
Sir?
That's right.
What were their names?
Irwin Wade and Adrian Caparzo.
Wade and...
Caparzo.