Miracle at St. Anna Page #3

[both panting]

[distant artillery firing]

Come on. Come on.

OK. You and me gotta

get to that tree. OK?

- All right.

- Go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Get down, get down, get down!

[artillery whistling]

[grunting]

[yelling] Oh! Oh, Lord!

Oh, I'm coming up yonder!

Meet me, Jesus!

- Shut up.

- Oh, Bishop, they got you, too.

- No. Listen!

- Is we dead, Bishop? We dead?

No, listen to me. You was dead.

OK? But I brung ya back.

You ain't dyin' till I get my

money. You owe me $1,400.

Look here. Go check out that

haystack. That sh*t is moving.

What in the world?

[in Italian] Arturo!

Arturo, where are you?

Arturo!

Arturo.

[in Italian] Beautiful.

Where did you find it?

Watch me throw it.

[singing] # Little black face

# Beautiful Abyssinian

# Wait and hope,

The hour is already near

# When we will be

# Close to you

# And there to give you

a different law and a different King #

Arturo! Now, I am nine years old.

Move, sniper bait, go!

[boy speaking Italian] Okay,

maybe I'm eight. I'm really only eight.

[boy groaning]

Good God!

[in Italian] A Chocolate Giant.

- [grunting]

- [in Italian] Help me.

I'll give you a banana,

Chocolate Giant.

[both grunting]

Sorry, boy. I done gived it

every muscle I got.

[in Italian] Use your tail,

Chocolate Giant.

Jesus is waitin' on you, child.

This world ain't worth

a pinch of snuff nohow.

[in Italian] No, please don't leave.

Oh, my God, it hurts.

Come on. Come on.

[straining]

[straining, yelling]

[gasping]

Boy! Hey, boy! Hey!

Boy. You breathin'?

[in Italian] Giant,

you don't taste like chocolate.

[in German]

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

You can't kill me.

I'm invisible!

Come on, boy. Come on.

Let's go.

[artillery shrieking]

[Bishop] Train! Train!

[whispering] Oh, no.

Where's Train?

He ain't...

He ain't make it.

That n*gger's dumber than a dime.

You sent him over the hill?

- I ain't tell him to risk his life.

- It's nobody's fault.

That boy was born over the hill.

[Bishop] Follow me.

- [man grunts]

- Special delivery for the Fhrer.

[in Italian] Holy Mother of God.

Train!

Train!

Train, you damn fool!

I thought you was dead!

[Hector] Told you

he was going over the hill.

[whispering] Oh, no.

The f*** is he...

We wait here till dark,

and then we cross back.

Good.

[speaks Spanish]

This sh*t is heavy as hell.

Bishop!

- Where you going?

- Y'all go on back across that river.

The only person with any luck

around here is him.

Plus, he owe me $1,400.

That's the kind of money

that can set me up

for the rest of my life.

Even if the rest of my life is today.

[grunts, in Spanish]

To hell with this.

I'm up sh*t's creek.

- Jesse Owens!

- [Train] Jack Johnson.

You go talk to your wife up there.

I never felt so lonesome

in my whole life, Bishop.

- I been dreaming a lot.

- Yeah.

Nigga, I ain't really interested in your

dreams. I want my motherfucking money.

I got something's

worth more than $1,400.

Better than black cat's bones.

Make you invisible.

Gives the strength of five people!

I think your cheese

done slid off your biscuit.

You never see me chalk the line

for no white kid like you done.

- You told me to!

- I didn't tell you to get us killed.

This uniform don't change nothing for

us. This is a white man's war, Train.

Negroes ain't got nothing to do with

this. This boy ain't got no life nohow.

Why he don't? Hmm?

A life of goodness is not what these

white folk has chosen for they children.

Look at me.

Good book says it, Proverbs 22:16.

"Raise up a child the way you want him

to go, and he will not depart from it."

Now, he's trained to hate.

Sh*t, his life ain't worth

a dollar of Chinese money.

Listen here, Bishop.

This boy ain't done nothing to you.

Mm-hm.

You didn't want him before, did you?

- Where you goin', Sam Train?

- Hey, Stamps, we movin' or not?

We hold here till night.

Me and Bishop'll take first watch.

Hector, you and Train take second.

Give the boy whatever first aid you got.

What'd you get us into now, Diesel?

It's always something with you,

big fella. Here, you gonna need these.

Come on, kid.

[speaks Italian] Eat.

Eat.

Come on.

He won't take the medicine.

Go on, give it here.

You want some chocolate, boy?

I wouldn't get attached.

He'll be dead in a week.

I ain't never been this close

to a white person before, Hec.

Never even touched one.

Not even a dead one.

If this one dies, I'll give you

a whistle as a consolation prize.

- You really think he'll die?

- Why worry about it?

We could all be dead

in an hour anyway.

Why you always kissing that thing, Hec?

- Reminds me who my father is.

- I don't need help remembering my pa.

His name's Chester.

Chester Train.

Let's give this kid some water.

[in Italian] Water.

Arturo?

Can I ask you something?

What you want, boy?

[in Italian] Can you tell me who I am?

Hector, you speak that Italian?

What's he saying?

He said, "Who am I?"

But who's he talking to?

Lord, I knew it!

I could see it in his face!

Look at him, Hec.

Shh! Quiet down.

Good God!

- He got the power!

- What power?

God knows it. In the olden days,

everything could speak.

- The trees, the birds.

- Shh!

If you could hear them things,

then that mean you had it.

This boy's standing

in the shadow of God, Hector.

Thank you, Jesus! Thank you for standing

on Your holy righteous word, Lord!

Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus!

As you were.

- General Almond.

- Colonel.

I have a photo you should see, sir.

Forget that a minute. How bad

are the numbers from yesterday?

- Bad, sir.

- And lke gets mad when he gives me

waiters and shoeshine boys

to fight the Krauts with.

Germans are dug in.

And that gun at La Spezia's killing us.

Fifteen thousand colored soldiers.

One in four is a casualty.

And all I'm hearing about

is one goddamned gun?

We have guns, too, here.

Look, see, colonel? I got one.

This colored division...

This is an experiment, Jack.

An experiment. These are the first lady

Eleanor Roosevelt's n*ggers. Not ours.

- Sir, I respectfully disagree.

- That's why they sent you here, Jack.

To lead me into the New World.

A gift from the Brits.

Taken at 11,000 feet. See?

That's a German buildup at

Lama Di Sotto. Two or three regiments.

- Surprise attack you worried about?

- I hope not.

I got corroboration from a partisan.

Anybody crush grapes

with feet can't be trusted.

Get some Krauts to confirm.

Already working on it, sir.

Captain Rudden!

- Good evening, general.

- Come.

Germans may be planning counter-

offensive down the Serchio Valley.

We need a POW to confirm.

You running patrols there?

George Company has a squad

sitting right in that area.

- How?

- They pushed across the Serchio

beyond Hill Maine at the weak point.

I heard them call for artillery.

Might've broken Jerry's hold

on the river. Captain Nokes didn't fire.

- Why not?

- He couldn't see 'em, sir.

Didn't believe they crossed,

they got hung up.

I had Fox Company positioned

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