Flags of Our Fathers Page #6

Paper said that's Hank,

and I honestly can't tell.

It's horrible of a mother

not to know her own son, isn't it?

But that's him, isn't it?

Well, to be honest, ma'am,

it happened so quick,

and with everything that was going on

it's kind of hard to remember

who was where.

But...

Yeah, I think...

I think that's where he was.

That's Hank.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Excuse us.

Take him outside.

Come on, let's go.

We'll come back and get it.

Don't worry.

BUD:

You ain't going anywhere!

JOHN:

I gotta hurry before it's too late.

Bettie had gone into labor.

Sorry.

I'm Pauline.

- Very nice to meet you.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

He was the best Marine I ever knew.

Thank you.

- You okay, Chief?

- Oh, Christ!

I'm okay.

Yeah, you look it.

You're gonna screw this up, aren't you?

You're gonna screw it up for all of us.

I've got him.

Get some sleep, Ira.

- Mike?

- Yeah?

- You see this?

- What?

- Mike!

- Oh, sh*t, go!

He's killing me!

Hey, Doc, you think they got them all?

What?

Well, they're not shooting at us.

Maybe we killed them all.

Or they ran off in the night

or something.

Or they're waiting for us

to start climbing.

NURSE:

Heartbeat is racing.

You're fully dilated

for the epidural.

(BETTIE GROANING)

JOHN:

Bettie!

You're here.

BETTE:

Hi, John.

NURSE:

The contractions are stopped.

JOHN:

I'll hold your hand for you.

(BETTIE BREATHING)

I'm right here, Bettie.

I'm right here.

What is going on?

DOCTOR:

I think her labor has induced.

We need to bring her to the O.R.

(HOSPITAL AMBIENCE)

JOHN:

How's my wife?

NURSE:

She's doing fine.

Bettie had to undergo an

emergency c-section.

Our son's name is Jude.

(JOHN SMILING)

Okay, guys.

It's a boy!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHANDLER SOBBING)

JOHN:

Here we go,

Chandler.

We'll give you a front hug.

I promise.

BETTIE:

Welcome back.

JOHN:

Hey there.

This is Jude.

Hi.

I had seen in 24 hours of labor.

That's cool.

You wanna hold him, John?

Sure.

Oh, watch your head.

Hey baby.

It's been healthy, John.

I can believe it in Yale.

(JOHN WOOING)

Oh, Yale.

Do you wanna go on Yale,

Jude?

I was my father's private school.

I am gonna have my rest.

I've been an espionage.

BUD:

Hey, how's our cousin.

John's at the hospital.

MRS. STANK:

I can do it whatever.

He's gonna be beautiful.

We don't know why am I not

have a miracle to appreciate

since you have known for

being in this family?

And Christmas is about

spending time with family.

CAPTAIN SEVERANCE:

What the hell do you mean?

Christmas is about the birth of Jesus.

Not spending time with your

damn family.

Watch when you're saying,

Dave.

You might trigger the avience.

Why do you even celebrate

holidays anyways?

Because it's the most favorite time

of the year.

CHANDLER:

Hey!

You forgot New Year's Eve,

Veterans Day, and Pearl Harbor

Remembrance Day.

Third Platoon!

Grab your gear, we're going up the hill.

- Just us?

- Yeah, just us, lgg.

All right, Third Platoon, move!

I tag along?

Yeah, you can lead the way if you want.

Get a good shot of my face.

It's your ass

I'm gonna make famous, Hank.

Hey, that'll work for me, too.

Lieutenant,

if you make it to the top, put this up.

Yes, sir.

Don't worry, lggy.

They never shoot at the first patrol.

- They don't?

- No.

They want us to go up to the top,

signal to the others that it's okay,

then shoot everybody else

as they come up the mountain.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Unless of course they want to

make an example of us

and discourage all the others.

I think you're full of crap,

you know that, Hank?

Really?

Jesus.

Thank God that ain't us.

Told you.

Boots, spread them out

and put them on a line.

Set up a perimeter! First Squad!

- Hank? Find me a pole.

- Yeah.

Let's put this flag up.

Watch it.

Right over here.

Right here. That's good. That's good.

Right here, right here.

Got that end? Hold that steady.

Lindberg.

- Hey, who's got rope?

- Right here.

Give me something. Yeah, good.

That work?

Do it, fellas.

Keep it coming.

USMC! USMC!

Sh*t, look at that!

Jeez, look at that.

Get down! Take cover!

Cover with that .30!

- Watch it! Twenty yards down, Hank!

- You see them?

- I got about 20 yards, left side.

- Lindberg, get the flamethrower!

- Boots, you see them?

- Cover right!

- About 20 yards down! Duck one!

- You see them?

Keep the cover on!

Second Squad, you see them?

Get me some grenades!

I see them!

You see them?

Right flank, over to the right!

Cover me, I'm going down!

Careful, lggy.

Easy.

All clear!

Okay, guys, who wants to be famous?

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

- God damn it. Strank!

- Sir?

They want a phone line run up

to the top of the mountain.

Let me guess, they picked us.

Second Platoon, let's go.

Get some exercise.

Let's go! Get off your ass.

Oh, sh*t!

Hope it still works,

'cause you're not getting mine!

- Get Forrestal!

- All right, then.

I don't know whose idea it was,

Mr. Secretary.

Well, it was goddamn brilliant.

I want that flag, Holland.

Mark my words,

raising that son-of-a-b*tch

means a Marine Corps

for the next 500 years.

I want that flag.

Yes, sir.

I'll make sure no one touches it.

You can count on me.

F*** that. That flag belongs

to the men in this battalion.

That son-of-a-b*tch thinks

that our men died taking this ground

so we could hand over our flag

to some politician to pin to his wall?

He's out of his goddamn mind!

Get me that flag,

and find another one to replace it.

You've gotta be shitting me.

Gagnon!

Get your ass over here.

Hey. Hi, fellas. How's it going?

Missed a beautiful shot, Joe.

It's that kind of day.

- Hey, Mike.

- Hell of a view, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant!

Captain says he wants that flag.

He wants this flag?

Yes, sir.

- We just put the damn thing up.

- Yes, sir.

Some kind of flag shortage?

He wants you to put this one up instead.

Hey, Mike.

Do me a favor and put this up, will you?

Yes, sir.

All right, let's find a pole.

Take the flag down, boys.

Captain's orders.

You heard him, let's do it.

There you go.

Lordy, she's a heavy one.

All right, hang on. Put this on.

One hell of a view, huh?

Good view from up here.

Yes, I'd say so myself.

All right.

- Not in your way here, am I, Joe?

- Nah, I'm fine, thanks.

Hey, Doc,

you wanna give us a hand here?

Oh, Jesus, Bill, here she goes.

Ready? Ready?

Let's go.

You get it?

I don't know.

I wish I could've seen their faces.

Nobody even noticed

that second flag going up.

Everybody saw that damn picture

and made up their own story about it.

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