Company of Heroes Page #4

I'm his assistant.

- You're taking a huge risk for him.

- So are you.

It's the right thing to do.

Yes, it is.

There, almost new.

Thank you.

This house is disgusting.

It's nicer than any house

I've ever lived in.

It reeks of excess.

Oh, you're a communist, I forgot.

How many Germans starve

while others live like this?

You don't seem to be minding

the excess now, you big Polack.

This is special occasion for me.

- How would you like to join me in cigar?

- I wouldn't.

Suit yourself.

I trust we have plans

for getting inside this train factory.

We do. Young Kestrel came through.

It's all right here.

Good.

Where are you going?

This is not a fight you want, Nate.

Go back to sleep.

I'm a terrible sleeper.

Always something to worry about.

Someone to worry about.

Not another step.

I will kill you.

What are you?

When this is all over...

...would you hand Gruenewald

over to the Soviet Union?

We were a poor people once...

...but never again.

This bomb is power...

...and prosperity.

It will make the world listen.

It'll make the world hate.

You think we can always

do the right thing.

That morals need never

be compromised.

That is the thinking of a child.

You were working us the whole time.

We were just another job to you.

Not another step.

We're not so different.

I, like you, am doing this

for my country.

I just decoded the message.

The bomb is scheduled for a test drop

today before the Allies bomb the factory.

We cannot let this happen. We need

to disable it and extract Dr. Gruenewald.

- The blueprints are gone.

- Pozarsky took them.

What?

- Oh, he's after Gruenewald.

- We have to get to him first.

American and English bomber wings

are already on their way.

We can't catch a break, huh?

Come on.

Where's Gruenewald's lab?

Past the prisoners,

final door we come to.

I'll free the prisoners.

Good luck.

Dr. Gruenewald, our visitors.

Yes, yes, this way.

The Americans call it the calutron,

but it's...

It's a particle accelerator.

Separates out uranium 235 and 238,

good uranium from bad uranium.

It's very expensive.

Follow me.

Stinking Nazis.

- What about the bomb?

- What about it?

What if it's in the factory

when the B-17s get here?

No way to predict.

Where is it?

Right next door.

- Can you disable it?

- Yes.

It's gone.

They've already taken it.

I'm sure they're loading it for transport.

Let's go!

Come on, let's go. Move it!

Let's get out of here.

Doc, doc, doc, come on.

Five o'clock, cover.

Move!

Last chance, Nate.

Tell me about them two girls back home.

I got a mother and an older sister

waiting for me.

- That's it?

- That's it.

You played that one out.

You had me going.

I'm all out, kid.

Come on!

Put your weapon down!

Do it now.

Hey, kid. I'm sorry I couldn't

get you back home to them.

I really am.

Hold your fire.

I've been expecting you.

Put your weapons down.

Line them up here.

You came here to steal from the Fhrer

and the people of Germany.

Not just our weapons,

but our finest mind.

- Now, who do you think you are?

- We're nobodies.

You're right.

I know. I'm an American.

And I'm not a fool.

The war was lost

when you took Cherbourg.

Now what's left is making you pay

for every village...

...every bridge,

every inch you advance.

And we need assets

to negotiate our future.

Herr Gruenewald.

What you've done is unacceptable.

I need to punish you for your betrayal.

And I can think

of so many inventive ways.

But the fact is, the Reich

still requires your services.

It does not, however,

need your daughter.

No. Please.

Please.

No!

No, damn you.

Drop it.

- I saved you.

- Drop it.

Take Gruenewald.

I take his papers.

We all walk away.

Gotta go! Scout planes,

bombers are on their way!

Go. Let's go.

Move out. Let's go, go, go!

- So long, Polack.

- Hey!

Willoughby, let's go!

Command, this is Bravo-One-Seven.

Time to target, two minutes. Over.

Copy, Bravo-One-Seven.

Prepare for bombing raid.

Roger, Command.

Course heading, 147 degrees.

Get the radio, Kestrel!

We need to get the flyboys in here.

Get that map.

We'll need to get an exact location.

The nearest safe zone is France.

Strasbourg, 100 kilometers.

Nate.

Thank you.

It isn't over yet. Disable the bomb.

Working on it.

We got company!

Hold on tight, baby!

This will be one hell of a bumpy ride!

Bravo-One-Seven,

tighten up that formation.

We're taking heavy flack fire.

Target acquired. Weapons armed.

Machine gun, watch out.

Take this f***er out.

Bravo-One-Seven, bombs away.

- You got that location for me?

- Yes. It's ready.

This is Alpha-Charley-Seven.

Kill zone is foxtrot quadrant

six-two-white-delta-three.

The target is a black Nazi jeep

with a machine-gun mount.

Tell the boys to come in low

from the north.

Copy that, we're on our way.

Happy hunting.

How you doing, doc?

Almost there.

Bogey on your right!

It's disabled.

Come on.

Come on, you Nazi bastards!

Great job, boys!

Smoked them.

We'll see you on the flip side.

Roger that. Just doing our job.

Ransom?

I'm fine.

Nathaniel Burrows, welcome back.

There you go.

My name is Lieutenant Conti...

...and I have with me a letter

from our division commander.

It's of highest importance.

"No words could express

how grateful we are...

...for what you and your squad were able

to accomplish, given the circumstances.

Today, we are truly

in the company of heroes."

Now, the device

that you brought back...

...that was the very definition

of priceless.

And I promise you this:

History will prove that it was worth

every life lost in its pursuit.

Now, that being said...

...none of what you did, or saw,

or learned...

...from the morning of the German

bombardment to your return to this CP...

...ever happened.

There'll be no medals,

no commendations, no promotions.

You can't tell your family.

Hell, you can't even tell your preacher.

None of this happened.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

Now on a personal note...

...I had the distinct honor...

...to serve with your father in France

under General Pershing.

He was a hell of a man.

So I've heard.

Can I go home, sir?

I'll make sure

you're on the next truck out.

Thanks for your service, son.

Your father would be very proud of you.

So tell me about these two girls

back home.

Keep it going, bro.

Well, me old Yankee Doodle...

...as a great man once said...

...all good things come to an end.

I knew that kid

would make Valentine's Day.

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