Hart's War

On the other side

of the world...

in Europe the Allied forces

are pounding the Germans...

with relentless force.

We do not expect to have

a winter lull in Europe.

We expect to

keep striking...

to keep the enemy

on the move...

and hit him again

and again.

1944, December.

I was miles

from the front...

and a stranger to war.

Troops, fuel dumps...

enemy units...

they were pins

on a map to me.

Champagne?

Are you trying

to score a few points?

Just trying to aid

the war effort, Hart.

Tom.

Sir.

The captain needs a lift

back to the 106th.

Can you find him a driver?

I can take him, sir.

Funny. I had a feeling

you'd say that.

Well, there hasn't been

much movement today, sir.

So I see. Captain.

Oh, don't forget, sir.

You wanted to send some of that

champagne along as well.

Yes.

Yes, thank you

for reminding me, Tom.

The general should get

a kick out of that.

Colonel.

Troops are now fighting...

along a battle line

of 300 miles in Poland...

France, and Germany.

Within 10 weeks

after the first landings

in France last June,

the Allies have landed

nearly 2 million men.

You know what

this army could use, sir?

Snowplow services.

What we could use...

is half a million gallons

of gasoline...

and a road

that wasn't paved...

for Bouncing Betties.

German S-mines.

Yes, sir.

You really ought

to spend a night...

on the line sometime,

Lieutenant.

I know that, sir.

Of course,

it's not too likely, is it?

Sir?

The Colonel says

your father is a senator.

So I guess you won't

spend too many nights...

in a foxhole, will you?

It's nothing

to be ashamed of, son.

That's a hell

of a father to have.

-Where to, sir?

-St. Vith.

I'm afraid you've gone

the wrong way, sir.

St. Vith is due west.

I'm pretty sure

St. Vith is due east.

Sergeant,

it's straight ahead.

Can I see that, sir?

I drove this route

yesterday, Sergeant.

Mm-hmm.

Get your hands up.

Out!

Halt!

Are you in great pain?

First Lieutenant...

Thomas Hart.

Serial number...

Would you care

for a cigarette?

Your train is

an 8 kilometer march from here.

Of course,

with some shoes on...

you might be all right.

First Lieutenant...

Thomas Hart.

Serial number 1841287.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

But we both know...

there is much more

to you than that.

Show me locations

of the fuel dumps.

Just point...

and we can end all this.

I'll have your clothes

returned to you immediately.

When you are dressed,

we'll have another chat.

Our last one, I hope.

Smile, Joe.

For you the war is over.

Lieutenant.

This will help

against the cold.

No thanks, soldier.

I'll be all right.

No, you won't.

Come on. Take it.

Just till you warm up.

Take it, sir.

Hey, Captain...

does somebody tell our folks

about us being captured?

Germans give a list

to the military...

and the military

notifies the family.

Is that voluntary, sir?

How do you mean,

Lieutenant?

Uh, I mean...

can you ask them not to?

I don't think so.

Have to put

some straw in there.

Straw in your shoes...

for frostbite.

Another slave detail, sir.

Hey, ladies...

next batch of shells

you turn out...

nothing but duds

this time, all right?

Mortars no boom boom, ja?

Fire!

Captain, P-51 incoming.

-Incoming!

-Ours?

Get down, everybody!

Get down!

Everybody stay down!

Keep low!

Captain, what's happening?

Why are they

shooting at us?

They can't read the roof.

All right, get the doors!

Everybody get the doors!

Come on, now!

Get down!

Get down! Down!

Hart, help out!

-Come on!

-Go! Go! Go!

Go on, now!

Let's go!

Moving out!

Get the other cars!

Get the other cars!

Let's go! Now!

We're spelling out!

Round up your men now!

We're spelling out

our position!

We're spelling out!

Hart, get that man

clear of here.

Let's get in line!

Assemble on me!

-Assemble!

-Move it! Move it!

All right, men!

Let's get back in line!

Move it!

It's not helping.

Come on, men!

Oh, Christ.

Are you OK?

Keep looking at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Oh, sh*t. Sh*t.

All right.

Are you all right?

They're telling us to march.

Probably ought to take

his boots, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant!

Take his boots.

Because either you

or some Jerry's gonna get them.

Take them, sir...

while you still got feet

to put them on.

His socks, too.

Ain't gonna help him any.

Stay together.

All right.

Once again...

I'm forced to remind you

escape is not a sport.

Think of it this way.

Now these Russians

have a chance...

at a happy new year.

Those are dogs

you're saluting, Colonel.

Animals.

My country doesn't make...

those kinds of

distinctions, Colonel.

They're our allies, Colonel.

Oh, yes.

You and your allies.

Let me tell you

about you and your allies.

The Ministry of War

has just released the figures...

from our offensive

in the Ardennes.

Two hundred thousand Allies

killed or captured.

Your Third Army--

Patton--

in full retreat.

And the wehrmacht has captured

enough abundant fuel...

to retake Paris--

perhaps even drive

your troops back to the sea.

Might be a bit crowded

around here this winter.

Turn around, Joes.

Yes. Turn around.

Ross. Hart.

Ross and Hart.

I'm Captain Ross.

Major Clary.

Lieutenant Hart.

Lieutenant.

Debriefing, gentleman.

Officer's hut.

On the double.

The German counterattack on

the American Third Army front...

The German counterattack on

the American Third Army front...

is still going on.

The entire front...

stretching about

30 miles south of Monschau...

is in full view.

On our side,

countermeasures are being taken.

On the enemy's side,

more strafes are being flown in.

This is a major German effort.

Some of the best units

in the German army...

were involved

in this penetration.

At ease, soldier.

Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

So tell me, Lieutenant...

How come you're not dead?

Sir?

First you survive

crashing that jeep...

then Hans and Fritz

take your boots.

You got a rabbit's foot

in your pocket, son?

Two horseshoes

and a 4-leaf clover, sir.

Atta boy.

By the way...

you might want to take it easy

on that bread.

You haven't had anything

solid for a while.

Wouldn't want you to wind up

in the infirmary.

I don't know, sir.

After the march I just made...

and infirmary might look

like the Waldorf to me.

A stomach can shrink

quite a bit in 17 days.

That's the number, isn't it?

Seventeen days?

Six days on the train...

another 6 days of marching.

What was it, Joe?

Five days of interrogation?

No, sir.

Three days.

Well, anyway...

easy does it.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

So this interrogator

they threw at you...

his name wasn't Schumann,

was it?

No, sir.

Lutz.

Schumann was a real prick.

Almost broke me in two.

Not much for small talk,

I guess.

You come to appreciate that.

Smoke, Lieutenant?

Would you care

for a cigarette?

Again, Lieutenant,

I need to ask you...

the fuel dumps...

Thank you.

This Captain Lutz...

he know much about

your operations at the chateau?

He knew everything, sir.

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