Dad.
Clear the ramp!
30 seconds!
God be with you!
Port side, stick. Starboard side, stick.
Move fast and clear those murder holes.
I want to see plenty of beach between men.
5 men is a juicy opportunity.
One man's a waste of ammo.
Keep the sand out of your weapons.
Keep those actions clear.
I'll see you on the beach.
Coxswain: Open murder holes!
Over the side!
Captain Miller: Port and starboard, over the side!
Jesus.
Thank you-
I said, what the hell do we do now, sir?
Sergeant Horvath: Captain Miller!
Sergeant Horvath!
Move your men off the beach!
Go!
OK, you guys!
Get on my ass! Follow me!
What's the rallying point?
Anywhere but here!
The sea wall!
Move up to the sea wall!
Sir, I'm staying!
Clear this beach! Make way for the others!
This is all we got
between us and the Almighty!
Every inch of this beach has been pre-sighted!
You stay here, you're dead men!
Mama!
Aaaaah!
Soldier: Stay down! Stay down!
What are you guys?
104th Medical Battalion, sir!
Here to set up field operations!
Get rid of that crap!
Grab yourselves some weapons. Follow me.
Aaaaah!
I'm hit!
Briggs!
Get me out of here!
I'm hit low. God!
Medic!
Navy Beach Battalion, sir.
We gotta clear these obstacles, make holes for the tanks.
All the armor's foundering in the channel.
Orders, sir.
You go somewhere else. I'm clearing this one!
Come on, Briggs!
Medic!
Move, move!
Move! Come on!
Move!
Aaaaah!
Shore party.
No armor has made it ashore.
We got no D.D. tanks on the beach.
Dog One is not open.
Who's in command here?
You are, sir!
Sergeant Horvath!
Sir!
You recognize where we are?
Right where we're supposed to be,
but no one else is!
Soldier: Nobody's where they're supposed to be.
Shore party.
First wave, ineffective.
We do not hold the beach.
Say again, we do not hold the beach.
We're all mixed up, sir.
We got the leftovers from Fox Company,
Able Company, and George Company!
Shore party.
Cat-F, Cat-F, C-
Reiben here, sir!
See anybody else?
Jackson, but that's about it.
Mellish here.
Caparzo! We got Deforest back there with Wade.
He's hurt so bad he said he sprung 100 leaks.
Wade says he's all used up.
Medical Officer: Move on to somebody you can help.
He's battalion surgeon, sir!
Get his attention.
- Wade! - Yo, Doc!
- Wade! - Wade! - Wade!
All right, get him off the beach.
I got it! We stopped the bleeding!
Fuck!
Just give us a fucking chance, you son of a bitch!
Son of a fucking cocksucker!
Come on, Wade! It's Mellish!
Wade!
We found Miller! Let's move!
Oh, God, oh, God.
This is all? This is all that's made it?
We got scattered pretty bad, sir.
There's bound to be more of us.
Not enough. This is not enough.
Dog One exit-
It's gotta be that cut on the right,
or is it the one on the left? Shit!
No, no. Vierville is to the west of us.
This is Dog One.
They're killing us!
We don't have a fucking chance,
and that ain't fair!
Gather weapons and ammo!
Come on, let's drag 'em in off the sand!
Hey, Reiben, Reiben, Reiben,
where's your B.A.R.?
Bottom of the channel, sir. The bitch tried to drown me.
Horvath: Find a replacement.
Bangalores! Bring up some bangalores!
Grenades, grenades!
Get 'em over here!
Miller: Bangalores go up the line!
Heads up! Bangers coming your way!
Come on, come on, come on!
Jackson here, sir!
Reiben back, sir!
One more. Give me one more.
Oh, my God, it hurts!
I'm gonna die!
Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus!
Oh, my God!
Keep it moving. Keep it moving.
Almost got it.
Jesus!
Lucky bastard.
Keep it moving. You got it?
God! God, help me!
You're not gonna die. You're not gonna die.
You're fine. Don't look at it.
Bangalores! Clear the shingle!
Fire in the hole!
We're in business! Defilade!
Other side of the hole!
Medical Officer: That's it! Let's go!
Inspected. Morphine.
Routine.
Priority.
He's gone.
Son of a-
Get in there.
Fuck. I can't move.
Mellish, give me your bayonet.
Miller: 2 MG-42s and 2 mortars.
Add 20, left 30.
There's a little defilade over there,
but it's the perfect firing position
if we get some goddamn armor on the beach.
We gotta open up this draw!
We gotta get this draw open.
Reiben, Mellish, let's get into the war!
Grab some cover and put some fire on that crew.
Davis, Debernardo,
Young, Valk, get ready.
Covering fire!
Go, go, go!
Goddamn firing squad.
It's the only way
we can get everybody the hell out of here.
Short, Payton, McDonald, Parkes!
You're next!
Why not just hand out blindfolds, Cap?
All we can do here is die.
Covering fire!
Go, go, go!
Come on!
Come on, come on!
Go, goddamn it!
Jackson.
Sir.
Do you see that impact crater?
Yes, sir.
That should give you complete defilade
from that machine gun position.
Get in there and give me some fire discipline.
Wait for my command.
Go!
Captain, if your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset.
I thought you were my mother.
Be not Thou far from me, O Lord.
O my God,
I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee.
O my God,
I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee.
I detest my sins for having offended Thee, O Lord.
Listen to me, Lord.
O my strength...
haste Thee to help me.
Dog One exit!
Right here!
We're in business!
Move!
Reiben.
Let's go, Sarge. Go!
Reiben.
Come on, Doyle!
Sarge.
Flame!
Doyle, do it!
Don't shoot!
Let 'em burn!
I'll give you "comrade," you son of a bitch!
Lie down!
Cease fire!
Cut it out!
Cease fire!
Sugar Cane.
Sugar Charlie 3.
Say again, Dog One is open. Send in the 'dozers.
I'm waiting here to tie in my flanks.
Over.
What?
I'm sorry,
I can't understand what you're saying.
What'd he say?
"Look, I washed for supper."
Ha ha ha ha!
Hey, Fish.
Yeah?
Look at this. A Hitler Youth knife.
And now it's a shabbat challah cutter, right?
Soldier: Keep it moving!
Horvath: That's quite a view.
Yes, it is.
Quite a view.
Man's Voice: "Dear Mr. Brian Boyd,
no doubt by now you have received full information..."
Second Man: "Dear Mrs. Jensen..."
"...about the untimely death of your son."
"...no words of mine can ever relieve the grief..."
Third Man: "Our outfit has felt his loss tremendously."
Fourth Man: "He was a fine soldier,
and he believed very strongly in..."
Fifth Man: "It's no secret anymore...
that we were involved
in one of the most important operations of this war."
First Man: "Al was the one who held us all together.
he was always the first to volunteer and the last..."
Sixth Man: "...came to a clearing near a road
where over 4,000 troops had passed."
Seventh Man: "Your husband served in a combat unit
whose dangerous duty is to place itself beyond..."
Eighth Man: "...which we all cherish and hold so dear.
The loss of Lee and others like him
is a distinct blow to the regiment."
Ninth Man: "I fully understand your desire
to learn as much as possible regarding the circumstances
leading to his death."
Colonel, I've got something you should know about.
Yes?
These 2 men died in Normandy.
This one at Omaha Beach.
"Sean Ryan."
This man at Utah.
"Peter Ryan."
This man was killed last week in New Guinea.
"Daniel...
Ryan."
The 3 men are brothers, sir.
I've just learned that this afternoon
their mother's going to be getting all 3 telegrams.
That's not all.
There's a fourth brother, the youngest.
He parachuted in with the 101st Airborne
night before the invasion.
He's somewhere in Normandy. We don't know where.
Is he alive?
We don't know.
Come with me.
General Marshall: Goddamn it.
All 4 of them were in the same company
in the 29th Division,
but we split them up
after the Sullivan brothers died on the Juneau.
Well, any, uh, contact with the fourth son, James?
No, sir.
He was dropped about 15 miles inland
near Neuville.
But that's still deep behind German lines.
Now, Mac, there is no way you can know
where in the hell he was dropped.
First reports out of lke's people at Shaef
said the 101st is scattered all to hell and gone.
There's misdrops all over Normandy.
Assuming Private Ryan even survived the jump,
he could be anywhere.
In fact, he's probably K.I.A.
And frankly, sir,
we go sending some sort of rescue mission,
flat-hatting through swarms of German reinforcements
all along our axis of advance,
they're gonna be K.I.A. too.
I have a letter here...
written a long time ago to a Mrs. Bixby in Boston.
So bear with me.
"Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the war department
a statement of the adjutant general of Massachusetts
that you...
are the mother of 5...
sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle.
I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine...
that would attempt to beguile you from the grief...
of a loss so overwhelming.
But I cannot refrain from tendering to you
the consolation that may be found...
in the thanks of the republic...
they died to save.
I pray that Our Heavenly Father
may assuage the anguish of your bereavement
and leave you only the cherished memory
of the loved and lost...
and the solemn pride that must be yours
to have laid so costly a sacrifice
upon the altar of freedom.
Yours very sincerely and respectfully...
Abraham Lincoln."
That boy is alive.
We are gonna send somebody to find him...
and we are gonna get him the hell out of there.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
We expected 32 tanks on the beach.
27 didn't make it.
Miller, Charlie Company.
Go on in, Captain.
I understand your situation,
but if we don't off-load those Shermans by 0600,
we're gonna have an entire division
stuck at Carentan with its pants around its ankles.
Well, you let me know.
Have Charlie Company hold at Vierville
until we can get some armor up there.
Yes, sir. Runner!
Airborne was supposed to win an open door
for the rest of us.
Instead they misdropped,
scattered all their sticks into the wind.
What's your situation?
Uh, yes, sir. Sector 4 is secure.
We, uh...
we took out towed 88s
here, here...
and here.
They'd already gotten 4 of our Shermans
and a number of our deuce-and-a-halves.
These 2 minefields are actually one big one.
We tried to make our way up through the middle of it,
but it turned into a mixed, high-density field-
little bit of everything.
Sprengmine 44s, Schumine 42s,
pot mines, A-200s- the little wooden bastards
that the mine detectors don't pick up.
This road here...
they placed big mushrooms- Teller mine 43s,
I guess for our tanks-
from here right up to the edge of the village,
right here.
So we marked 'em, called the engineers.
Resistance?
We had higher support expectations, sir.
There was an understrength company without artillery.
Wehrmacht 346 Infantry, Von Luck Kampfgruppe.
We ended up with 23 prisoners.
We turned them over to M.P.s from the 29th.
What about our casualties?
Well...
the figures...
were 35 dead...
times 2 wounded.
They just...
didn't wanna give up those 88s.
It was a tough assignment. That's why you got it.
Yes, sir.
John...
I've got another one for you.
Yes, sir.
This one's straight from the top.
Miller: I wish.
You and I are taking a squad over to Neuville
on a public relations mission.
Horvath: You leading a squad?
Some private in the 101st lost 3 brothers,
and he's got a ticket home.
How come Neuville?
They think he's up there somewhere,
part of all those airborne misdrops.
It's not gonna be easy
finding one particular soldier
in the middle of this whole goddamn war.
Like finding a needle in a stack of needles.
But what about the company?
We take the pick of the litter,
and the rest get folded into Baker.
Jesus Christ.
They took away your company?
It wasn't my company, it was the army's.
So they told me, anyway.
Give me Reiben on B.A.R.,
Jackson, Wade, Beasley and Caparzo.
Beasley's dead.
All right. Mellish then.
We got anybody speaks French?
Not that I know of.
What about Talbot?
This morning.
Oh.
All right.
I'm gonna go try to dig up another interpreter.
Assemble at Battalion Motor Pool on the beach.
Yes, sir.
What are we gonna do?
Listen up- What?
What we gonna do?
You're going home wrapped in an American flag
with a hunk of cheese in your ass, Caparzo.
I thought you liked it in the ass.
What?
Attention!
As you were.
I'm looking for Corporal Upham...
Timothy E.
I'm Upham, sir.
I understand you speak French and German.
Yes, sir.
How's your accent?
Just a slight one in French,
but my German's clean. A touch of Bavarian, sir.
Very good. You've been reassigned to me.
Grab your gear.
We're going to a place called Neuville.
Yes, sir.
When was this updated?
Updated as of 0830 this morning.
Uh, sir...
this is the 12th S.S. Panzer.
These are the 2 axis that advance south.
Sir, there are Germans in Neuville.
That's what I understand, Corporal.
Um, sir,
there are a lot of Germans in Neuville.
You have a problem with that, Corporal?
No, sir.
Just if you consider I've never been in combat.
I make maps, and I translate.
I need someone who speaks French and German.
Yes, sir.
My 2 guys were killed.
It's just that I haven't held a weapon
since basic training, sir.
Did you fire the weapon in basic training?
Yes, sir.
Well, then get your gear.
Yes, sir.
Sir, may I br-
May I bring my typewriter, sir?
Yes, sir.
Thank you very much, sir.
That a souvenir?
Uh, no, sir.
Take your time, Corporal.
You should look
on the bright side of things, Corporal.
Yes, sir.
For one thing...
you don't need to carry those.
You'll need that.
Need this. Yes, sir. Don't need that.
Hey.
Oh. Hey.
You want your head blown off, you fancy little fuck?
Don't you ever fuckin' touch me
with those little rat claws again.
Get the fuck back in formation.
I was wondering where you're from,
that's-
Caparzo, is it?
Hey, drop dead, Corporal.
Got you.
And another thing,
every time you salute the captain,
you make him a target for the Germans.
Do us a favor. Don't do it.
Especially when I'm standing next to him,
capisci?
Uh, capisci.
Corporal, what's your book about?
Hey, watch your rifle.
Sorry.
It's supposed to be about the bonds of brotherhood
that develop between soldiers during war.
Brotherhood?
What do you know about brotherhood?
Get a load of this guy, Fish.
Why don't you ask the captain where he's from?
Yeah, ask the captain.
He'll tell you everything you wanna know about him.
You wanna explain the math of this to me?
I mean, where's the sense
of risking the lives of the 8 of us
to save one guy?
20 degrees.
Anybody wanna answer that?
Reiben,
think about the poor bastard's mother.
Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right?
I mean, you got a mother, Sarge has got a mother.
I mean, shit, I bet even the captain's got a mother.
Well, maybe not the captain,
but the rest of us got mothers.
"Theirs not to reason why,
theirs but to do and die."
La la la la la la La la
What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?
We're all supposed to die, is that it?
Upham's talking
about our duty as soldiers.
Upham: Yes, sir.
We all have orders, and we have to follow 'em.
That supersedes everything,
including your mothers.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, sir?
Especially if you think the mission's FUBAR.
What's "FUBAR"?
Oh, it's German.
Yeah.
Never heard of that.
Sir...
I have an opinion on this matter.
Well, by all means, share it with the squad.
Well, from my way of thinking, sir,
this entire mission is a serious misallocation
of valuable military resources.
Yeah. Go on.
Well, it seems to me, sir,
that God gave me a special gift,
made me a fine instrument of warfare.
Reiben, pay attention.
Now, this is the way to gripe.
Continue, Jackson.
Well, what I mean by that, sir,
is if you was to put me and this sniper rifle
anywhere up to and including 1 mile
of Adolf Hitler
with a clear line of sight, sir-
Pack your bags, fellas. War's over.
Amen.
Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin.
Hey, so, Captain, what about you?
I mean, you don't gripe at all?
I don't gripe to you, Reiben. I'm a captain.
There's a chain of command.
Gripes go up, not down. Always up.
You gripe to me,
I gripe to my superior officer,
so on, so on and so on.
I don't gripe to you.
I don't gripe in front of you.
You should know that as a ranger.
I'm sorry, sir, but, uh...
let's say you weren't a captain,
or maybe I was a major.
What would you say then?
Well, in that case,
I'd say this is an excellent mission, sir,
with an extremely valuable objective, sir,
worthy of my best efforts, sir.
Moreover...
I feel heartfelt sorrow
for the mother of Private James Ryan
and am willing to lay down my life
and the lives of my men,
especially you, Reiben,
to ease her suffering.
He's good.
I love him.
Right.
Woman: Les Americaines! Les voila!
lis arrivent! lis viennent nous sauver!
Man: Nous sommes la! Viens par ici!
Thunder!
Flash!
Upham, over there.
Reiben, you four go.
Go, go, go, go, go.
You guys are a sight for sore eyes.
Sergeant Hill, our relief showed up.
How many are you?
Just 8 of us. We're not your relief.
Sorry.
What do you mean, sir?
We're here for a Private Ryan.
Who? Ryan? What for?
Is he here?
I don't know.
Maybe with a mixed unit on the other side of town.
Uh-huh.
It's hard to get to.
The Germans punched a hole in our center,
cut us right in 2.
What's his name again?
Ryan. James Ryan.
He dropped in with 101st.
Goldman, get me a runner up here.
Runner!
Come on.
Jonesy, make a hole up there!
We got stopped
by some intense rifle action from the eastward.
The Germans have been reinforcing 2 regiments all day.
The streets have been quiet for about 45 minutes.
Most of the German fire now is concentrated to the west.
Who's that on the loudspeaker?
That's Dagwood Dusseldorf,
our friendly neighborhood morale officer.
Man On Loudspeaker: The Statue of Liberty is kaputt.
"The Statue Of Liberty is kaputt."
That's disconcerting.
Take the second left...
Your father was circumcised
by my rabbi, you prick!
...looking for Private Ryan, James,
probably misdropped with the 101.
Got that?
Cover!
Go!
Those sadistic fuckin' animals!
Get down.
They know we're not in direct contact.
They're gonna single out the runners.
Why do they keep shooting him up?
Long as his lungs have breath in them,
he still carries the message.
We do the same thing.
No, we wouldn't!
Wade! Get 'em ready to travel.
Yes, sir.
Boyd!
Try again.
See if you can let Captain Hamill know we're coming.
Miller: What's the rest of Neuville like?
Uh, next block's got 2-story buildings
both sides of the street.
Backtrack, copy? Over.
And then there's a square with good cover on the left.
Show me.
Sarge, hold right here.
Horvath: Yes, sir.
Right, let's stay out of this enfilade
and use the buildings.
Try a left hook.
Shoot 'n' scoot. 2 of yours, 2 of mine.
Hastings, Goldman, up front!
Let's go.
Reiben, Caparzo.
Boyd: They're still jamming us.
Fundamentals. Short runs.
High and low at the corners.
Gonna be tight.
Be prepared for close contact.
Go.
Upham, you stay with Sergeant Horvath.
Stay right here.
I'll wear him like underwear, Captain!
Stay with me.
Past the end of the block to the left,
those are the gates to the square.
Good.
Reiben, where's the captain from?
You figure that one out,
you got yourself a nice prize.
300 bucks, last I heard.
Company's got a pool.
5 bucks gets you in.
Oh, easy.
Ow.
It's around this corner.
Defilade right up to those gates.
Somebody must know where he's from,
what he did for a living.
I've been with him since Kasserine Pass,
and I don't have a clue.
My ankles are killing me, man.
I'm gonna need a wheelchair before this war is over.
Ow! That's it.
Oh, my God.
Got ankles like an old woman.
Like an old...
Ow.
God.
Reiben...
so you don't even know where he went to school?
Captain didn't go to school.
They assembled him at O.C.S.
out of spare body parts of dead G.I.s.
You gotta pay attention to detail.
I know where he's from and exactly what he did
'cause I pay attention to detail.
Hey, Upham...
careful you don't step in the bullshit.
Do it.
Thunder!
Thunder,
or we will fire on you!
Woman: Ne tirez pas!
On est Francais!
Upham, tell them to show themselves.
Montrez-vous!
Man: On n'est pas armes!
Pourquoi tirez?
Mais baissez vos fusils! On est Francais!
Ask them if they know where the Germans are.
Ou sount les allemands?
Ca vas pas! lis sont partout!
Il faut vous emmener les enfants!
Miller: What is he saying?
Upham: Something about the children.
They want us to take the children.
Miller: No, no, no. We can't take the kids.
Non ne pouvons pas les prendre avec nous!
Miller: We can't take the kids!
No!
Upham: Mais non! Mais non!
Nous ne pouvons pas les prendre avec nous!
They think they'll be safe with us.
Miller: It's not gonna be safe when they're with us!
Are you nuts?!
Listen to the captain!
They think they'll be safe with us, sir.
Miller: Not gonna be safe anywhere.
Caparzo!
Put that kid back!
It's OK. It's OK.
Caparzo...
put that little girl back!
Caparzo, get that kid back now!
Upham, how do you say "It's OK"?
I can't. She reminds me of my niece, sir.
Caparzo, get the kid back up there!
Captain, the decent thing to do
is to take her down the road to the next town.
We're not here to do the decent thing!
We're here to follow fuckin' orders!
Sarge, take this goddamn kid!
Cover!
Oh!
French Couple: Jacqueline! Jacqueline!
- Come on. - No!
Hill: Goddamn it! Where'd that come from?
He was on the ground before we heard the shot.
That's where I'd be.
I didn't see it.
450 yards, Captain. Maybe a shade under.
I wouldn't venture out there, fellas!
This sniper's got talent!
Jacqueline!
Mama!
Please don't cry.