The Great Raid Page #3

- Shut up.

- I mean, I can wear my helmet.

Come on. I use it to cook, to clean, to wash.

Yeah, the helmets,

they make too much noise,

out in the field.

- Sorry, I didn't hear that, Aldrige. Did you?

- I heard him.

Aldrige, you're the best shot

in the company. Ever fire one of these?

No.

- No, sir. I like my M-1.

- Choose yourself a loader.

Lucas.

- Sure about that?

- Yeah.

Rookies.

(Soldiers singing)

(Radio)... Japanese planes have struck

at six different points in the Philippines.

Manila is 13 hours ahead

of Eastern Standard Time.

It is reported that Japanese bombs...

First Sergeant.

- So you really are going.

- Someone told me you had the same idea.

Yeah.

Look, Jim,

I'm already taking four of your men.

All fine combat medics, Henry.

But if we get hit hard, you're gonna need

someone who can operate.

I can't miss this, Henry.

It's why I'm here.

Besides, sometimes a young field medic

needs his surgeon around.

Just like a young company commander

needs his colonel.

You win.

Captain, you got a minute for me?

Sure, Top.

I was going over the personnel roster,

and I ain't on it.

Colonel Mucci said he preferred

unmarried men on this trip,

so I had to take you off.

Well, with respect, sir, you're married.

And I imagine your wife would miss you

a hell of a lot more than mine'd miss me.

I'm the one planning this raid, Top.

Don't make me go against my instructions.

I'm not, sir. I'm asking you

to be a smart company commander.

We got Rangers out there that ain't heard

the first round go downrange in combat yet.

You need me on this mission.

Just think you need something

on that jungle rot.

Top, when I was in R.O.T.C., I was four

weeks away from being shipped to Bataan.

I was held back

by an impacted wisdom tooth.

Guys I knew ended up in those camps.

I think I can live with defeat.

That may be, but you're gonna find it

a lot harder to live without me.

All right, I'll talk to the colonel.

- Anything else, First Sergeant?

- No, sir.

Thank you. Good night, sir.

(Prince) We left 6th Army Headquarters

with very little information.

The only advantage we had

was the element of surprise.

We faced a two-day walk through

open terrain patrolled by the enemy.

All it would take

is a single Japanese scout to spot us

and our mission would be over.

Let's go! Riley, load 'em up!

Pack 'em up! Let's move!

Move 'em out!

We all knew the idealistic notion

of rescuing POWs

far outweighted its strategic value.

We didn't spent much time

thinking about it.

As far as we were concerned.

We were going to rescue them

or die trying.

- They're gonna just leave us, sir?

- I have no idea what they're doing.

Get this quinine to the doctors.

You know the drill - worst cases first.

They must be retreating.

Even the brass is leaving.

Hey, Major, Mori's leaving too.

Looks like you were right.

General MacArthur's got 'em on the run.

They're not on the run. They've got orders

to fight to the last man.

It's a trap.

A goddamn elaborate one.

We walk out those gates,

it'll give 'em the perfect excuse to kill us.

Since when did they need an excuse?

I don't know about you, but I'm getting

out of here before they change their minds.

How far do you think you'll get, Captain?

Even if the Japs are retreating,

the jungle's gonna be crawling with 'em.

What's wrong with that?

We're still soldiers, ain't we?

Major's right, Red. Where we gonna go

when most of us can't walk?

I don't recall inviting you, kid.

What happens

to the ones we leave behind?

I never said we'd all make it,

but at least some of us might.

If we sit tight, all of us will make it.

Our troops can't be far now.

Looks like you got yourself

a disciple, Gibby.

It might do you some good

to listen to him.

They're out there, Red.

Don't make it any easier for 'em.

Don't worry, I won't escape

without your permission.

Get the padre, Duke.

Poor son of a b*tch still believed in God.

Well, if we can't escape,

we might as well eat.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Where do you think Mori sits?

I'll take a sh*t on his plate.

- Where'd you learn to do that?

- I wasn't always this sane.

- What's the matter?

- These food parcels were meant for us.

The bastards

were starving us deliberately.

Make sure you get some

to the men in the hospital ward.

Easy, Red.

Your stomach ain't used to it.

What do I care? Feels like

I'm sucking on Rita Hayworth's tits.

I was thinking more Mae West.

- What is it, Top?

- Japs. Only left a few hours ago.

Must have been hiding from our planes.

There's no telling where they are now. We

might wanna look around before we go on.

They're retreating, Captain.

That's all we need to know.

- Let's go.

- Move out.

- Platoons, let's go.

- Charlie Two, to the left.

Let's go, Charlie One. Follow me.

(tanks approaching)

Damn it.

They're Kempei Tai.

I think they're heading towards the camp.

The river branches out

about a half mile to the east of us.

It's not marked. There might be a bridge

that can get us around this convoy.

The Japanese will be guarding

a major artery at a chokepoint like that.

I think we ought to check it out.

This traffic isn't getting any thinner.

Go.

It was thanks to me

you met Margaret in the first place.

Sure it was.

When I look up at the sky like this,

I could be anywhere in the world.

- Where are you now?

- Halfway across the jungle.

I disobeyed your orders, and now

I'm only a few miles from civilization.

Well, have a drink for me

when you get there.

What do you want me

to tell Margaret?

Assuming she's still interested.

Well, if she's not, I'll propose to her myself,

and you know what?

I'll make you best man,

'cause I know you won't run off with her.

If I had someone like that waiting for me

on the other side of an open gate...

- That's not regular army.

- ((Daniel) They're Kempei Tai.

Military secret police.

((Japanese)

Don't...

give them the satisfaction.

((Japanese) They'll be dead soon.

- ((shouts command in Japanese)

- ((guards shout)

((speaks Japanese)

You fought in Bataan, Major?

You commanded a battalion of the 31 st

Infantry in operations near Mamala River?

I can give you my name,

rank and serial number.

We found these in your barracks.

I assume they were smuggled in

by the Filipino resistance.

They say, "Take hope.

"MacArthur is coming."

We've lived off rumors like that

for three years.

Only this time they are true.

Your forces will recapture the Philippines

within a few weeks.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because it isn't long to wait.

You are the senior officer.

If you help me keep order,

I can make the rest

of your time here tolerable.

But if any of the prisoners try to escape,

I will kill ten others in his place.

Are you married, Major?

- No.

- You have a reason to survive this war?

I'd like to be here for your surrender.

Then you had better stay in good health.

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