Company of Heroes Page #2

Let's go.

Got anything, Burrows?

Nothing but static, sir.

- Lewis, maps.

- Yes, sir.

I need some help over here.

What the hell is a column of tanks

doing out here?

I don't know, but we gotta get out from

behind enemy lines, back to CP, pronto.

We're just west of the string of hills.

We engaged those tanks

in that clearing right there.

That road runs east to west,

means we were going south.

Southeast.

That puts us behind

the entire German Seventh Army.

What the hell was that?

Let's go to the sound of thunder.

Germans ain't fighting themselves.

Join up with another outfit.

Have a German mechanized column

overrun us?

- Yeah, let's get out of here.

- Burrows, lead the way.

If I am to believe these readings...

...this was a failure.

All this work and promise

has led to this...

The blast should be

several square miles.

Sorry, Herr Kommandant.

It appears the trigger malfunctioned.

The trigger malfunctioned?

"Sorry" is a weak word.

There is no room for weakness.

The Fhrer expects success.

The question is,

can you fix the trigger?

Then fix it.

Let's end this war.

- Looks like it was firebombed.

- Air Corp's grounded because of the fog.

- Well, mortar fire didn't do this.

- Then what the hell did?

Burrows, over here.

What's your unit?

OSS.

What happened here?

Take this to the train.

Train? What train?

Stuttgart. Tonight.

You have to be there. That's an order.

If you fail, what happened here

will happen again.

To us, New York, Washington.

You have to carry out this mission.

Your country is counting on you.

Kestrel.

Find...

Find... Find...

- Blitzkrieg on American soil?

- That's what it sounds like.

This was a test site for a new weapon.

- Orders were to observe but not interfere.

- To make sure the weapon worked.

Supposed to deliver papers

to a contact on a train to Stuttgart.

- Kestrel.

- It doesn't say.

- We have to get to that rendezvous.

- What?

No, we don't.

We need to get these back to

Intelligence, let them manage it.

We're not the right men for this job.

We're the only men that are here.

And that'll have to do.

Map shows a train depot a few miles

from here, with a route to Stuttgart.

- What if I said no?

- Not an option.

We gotta get to that train.

- It's a suicide mission.

- Don't worry, I'll mark your grave.

Yeah? Well, I'll piss on yours.

You got a deal.

Yeah, sticks and stones.

Ransom.

What do you think of him?

Lieutenant Ransom is career military.

So was his father and his father's father.

A lot of soldiers

never really respect their COs.

His men were glad they had him.

You gotta be under fire with somebody,

he's the guy you want in your foxhole.

So, what happened to him?

It's not my story to tell.

Ransom?

He was behind us.

See where he went?

- Nope.

- Find him, Burrows. Make it fast.

Ransom.

Cover.

Take your positions...

...we must secure this road.

Let's get the hell out of here. Let's go!

Over there!

- You're not a German.

- Neither are you.

Soviet?

I thought you were soldiers

from the village. Nazis.

- No, no, no. He's not a German.

- Move out. All of you.

That way will lead back to them.

Where are you headed?

- Train depot.

- It's this way. Come!

This is it.

- Okay, who are you?

- Pozarsky, lvan lvanovich.

I'm a sergeant in the Red Army.

You wanna tag along,

you gotta follow my orders. You got it?

Of course.

- Go.

- Stay low, hug the walls.

We need to find train number seven.

That's the train to Stuttgart

and Haigerloch.

What do you know?

I was imprisoned at the labor camps

there, before they brought me here.

It's two tracks over.

Quiet.

They must be here someplace.

Let's spread out and find them.

Search the train cars!

Do it now!

We found one! We found one!

OSS.

- He's our contact.

- And we led the Krauts right to him.

Way to go.

Is there others like you?

Where are they?

What's your mission?

Wanna play, huh?

Again. What's your mission?

Look...

...my orders are to kill you.

I don't like these orders

but my oath requires allegiance...

...so give me what I want

and I can spare your life as an exception.

What do you think?

Pity.

An order is an order.

Sergeant, if that was our contact, he was

supposed to get on that train to Stuttgart...

...which means

we have to get on that train.

Damn it.

Move, move, move. Get to that train.

This is it, train number seven.

- It's locked.

- Where's Matheson?

- I don't know.

- I'm going back for him.

Matheson. Let's go!

We've got to go!

It's now or never, fellas.

- You're in command.

- Sergeant?

You're the only man I trust.

Make sure they do the right thing.

- I can't, sir.

- You can and you will. Now go.

- Get on the train.

- I'm not leaving you.

Yes, you are.

I'll find my way home.

You do the same. Go, guys.

Do it!

Let's go!

Get on the train.

The hunt continues in Stuttgart.

We will be ready for them.

Did you hear that?

- You're good?

- Yeah.

Never thought I'd see the day when

Yanks fell out of the sky to save my ass.

- Willoughby.

- Hi.

British Air Force.

- Hey.

- So, what are we doing?

What do you mean?

We're gonna get out of here, kick Nazi ass

and have a few beers in England on me.

That's great. That's great. Okay.

Look, Matheson left you in charge.

Okay, young man?

Telling me this fella's

in charge of this operation?

- I've got underwear older than him.

- That's great, but could you back off?

Please.

Now, look, we're pissing distance

from the French border.

We gotta give these prisoners

a chance.

Free these prisoners,

this train won't make it to Stuttgart.

Are you fellas serious?

I mean, what are you doing here?

I know you're chinstrapped, kid,

but you got to pull it together.

We're the boots on the ground.

Okay, we lose good men every day...

...but we just keep marching

until they tell us to stop.

Now, you make a decision right now

and you stick to it.

What are we doing?

Sergeant!

You're the only man I trust

to get the job done.

Make sure they do the right thing.

I'll find my way home.

I'm sorry, no.

You telling me you're not here

to get us out of here?

Our mission's in Stuttgart,

and that's where we're going.

Okay. You heard him.

I should have known. F***ing Yanks.

How many dead?

There were 50 of us

from the factory in Stuttgart.

As far as I know,

I'm the only one to escape.

And now I'm headed

back to that shithole.

As far as Hitler's concerned,

there are no laws in war.

During times of war, laws fall silent.

The old Polack trying

to recite Shakespeare to a Brit.

You believe this?

- It's Cicero.

- Yeah, but Shakespeare said it first.

- Yeah, and better.

- Thank you.

He didn't say it at all.

Hey, what were they making

at that factory?

Bombs. Big bombs.

I don't know what kind.

The kind that burned up that village.

The kind they wanna use on Manhattan.

The bomb in the village was massive.

Took every man we had

to drag it to the test site.

I escaped the explosion

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