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and I heard it was failure.

If that was a failure,

I'd hate to see what success looks like.

The plan is simple.

We ride the train into Stuttgart.

We meet up with somebody

called Kestrel at the opera house.

Give him the message,

retrieve our objective.

- The schematics for the bomb.

- We get it by any means necessary.

- Destroying the factory on the way out.

- You know, simple concerns me.

Why?

Yeah, grab a seat.

- The way I see it, there's a big problem.

- What's that?

How you gonna get out?

You're gonna be in a Nazi town

with 70 million Krauts around you.

Well, that part's easy.

The OSS will have a truck waiting,

an escape route plan to get us to safety.

All right.

Okay.

Just Soviet prisoners

are at that factory?

No. American, British, Canadian...

...like guinea pigs in a lab.

Sounds like you boys

need another set of hands.

You wanna throw in on this?

Screw it. I've got nothing else to do.

Let's go and start a fight, boys.

When are you gonna be finished

with it?

When I'm dead, I guess.

Hey.

Fifty-six.

Fifty-six mothers without their sons.

That's how many boys I have lost

under my command.

How many have you saved?

Can't really know that, now, can you?

A night just like this.

The day before,

I buried three good men...

...securing a bridge at Saint-L.

The company regrouped.

I was ordered to overrun

a machine gun nest...

...but got pinned down trying

by an entrenched enemy.

I ordered an artillery strike...

...just as a platoon of Army Rangers

was flanking our objective.

Direct hit.

The whole platoon...

...taken out.

Tough going.

You know, they say a bullet never lies.

If that's true,

why hasn't one found me yet?

You must have a lucky horseshoe

stuck up your ass.

Get some shut-eye, okay, kid?

They're gonna be waiting for us.

What's happening?

The train stopped.

We're in Stuttgart.

- How can you tell?

- Trust me.

There's no mistaking the stench.

Nate. Up.

Okay, on three. One, two, three, up.

German soldiers going car to car

killing everyone.

- I need a gun.

- What about me?

I want it back.

Form a line, weapons check.

When the door opens, fire at will.

Get down. Get down.

- What? What?

- Don't miss, kid.

Get down. Take cover!

Cover and fire!

Put your grenades in here.

Go!

Fall back!

Move out. Go!

- We need to get to the opera house.

- The opera house is in the center of town.

We can't walk there like this,

carrying rifles.

He's right.

We need to get rid of these uniforms.

We need to get past that squad

without starting World War III.

Give me your blade.

I'm not in uniform. I fit in the best.

- Yeah.

- I take them out.

Still got my sidearm?

Searchlight.

You have cigarette? I need.

What are you gonna do,

smoke them to death or stab them?

Both.

There's four armed men out there.

Not two, four.

The odds are about even.

See you.

- He's got some balls, this Polack.

- A small brain but big balls.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Got a light?

Hey, kid. Do you really got two girls

waiting for you back home? Really?

How do you manage two?

I got enough problems with one wife.

Yeah, sometimes it's not easy.

Yeah, I bet.

Valentine's Day.

- Hard to manage, huh?

- Valentine's Day is overrated, son.

By the time you send them

red roses, chocolates...

...took them out for a candlelight dinner,

take a man's weeks' pay.

And as for that little fellow

with the bow and arrow, Cupid...

...I heard he bats both ways.

Like the Polack.

Hey.

What happened to your leg?

It's nothing.

- That don't look like nothing.

- When'd you get it?

Mortar fire, when Chambliss got hit.

Hey, the Polack's back.

It wasn't even fair fight.

But I found us uniforms.

- Armed?

- Sidearms, holstered, rifles down.

Drunk on beer.

I'll go first.

Pub fights are my forte.

- You be my guest.

- I'll take the three on the right.

- Covering the left.

- No. Sit this one out.

- It's gonna be close work. We got this.

- I won't need it.

Ready?

Hey! Get out of here.

Come on. Move. Move!

I guess you didn't need it.

Nope.

Watch and learn, son.

You might just make Valentine's Day.

You look hungry.

Please sit.

- I feed you.

- Pozarsky, get in here.

Get the uniforms.

Make some fish and chips.

So, what's your wife like?

All right.

My high-school sweetheart.

Pretty when she wants to be.

Got one of them big, toothy smiles.

Gives me hope, you know?

Kind of thick through the middle since we

had a little girl, but I'm no prize bull, huh?

And she puts up with me.

That makes her the bravest woman

in the world.

Or the craziest.

Maybe a little of both.

Yeah.

So tell me about your old man.

What's he like?

That's his Purple Heart you carry around

in your pocket, isn't it?

Saint-Mihiel, France,

September 16th of 1918.

He died covering a front

of Pont--Mousson.

Is that why you push so hard?

Is it?

I never knew him.

Well, when we're done here...

...you should pay him a visit.

I've never been to the opera before.

No? It's wunderbar.

Hey, be careful.

Your ticket, please.

Thank you for my coat.

I've been expecting you.

Kestrel?

Follow me.

We have a message.

It's encoded.

Not here.

"We"?

I only agreed to get one person

into the laboratory.

There are four of us.

We're not OSS, we're infantry.

Do you understand that they

will do far worse than kill me...

...for even talking with you?

We won't let that happen.

We'll be safe here for the night.

Blueprints for the train factory

are on the desk.

I've marked all the information

that should serve your purposes.

Okay.

So how'd you pull this together?

The local resistance.

Not all Germans support Hitler's Reich.

Most of us know we've already lost.

Every day we keep fighting,

it's just more lives senselessly lost.

More to rebuild.

Dr. Gruenewald will have

his materials ready.

- Wait a minute. Who's this Gruenewald?

- Your mission.

My agreement with the Americans

was for his extraction and mine.

But the bomb, that was our mission.

Gruenewald is the atomic bomb.

- The atomic bomb?

- Yes.

The first prototype was a failure...

...but Dr. Gruenewald corrected

his trigger design this morning.

The Waffen-SS will take possession

of the second bomb tomorrow for the test.

If it works,

they will have no further need of him.

So they'll kill him?

Yes.

He's been a prisoner at the factory

for months.

His research is the only thing

that's kept him alive.

What about the other prisoners?

We'll only have one truck waiting.

Once you get him past the guards,

we won't have room for anybody else.

Don't worry, kid.

I'll take care of the prisoners.

How did you end up in this war?

Something I had to do.

Hard way to make a living.

Yeah, I could've chose

Armored or Airborne...

...but I grew up in the country.

I guess that makes me

a boots-on-the-ground kind of guy.

You said you have a message for me.

Well, what does it say?

I don't carry my cipher

in my first-aid kit.

Who is he to you, Gruenewald?

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