Windtalkers
Charlie!
Watch out!
My hand!
Goddamn!
We're running out of ammo.
We gotta get out of here.
Move!
Come on!
Come on, you can do it! Come on!
We got nothin', Enders!
We're out of ammo!
Joe... Nobody else needs to die.
We can go! We can get outta here!
We got orders!
They told us to hold the position!
And that's what we're gonna do!
Get up, marine!
Hold the goddamn position!
Come on!
Get down!
Tommy.
Goddamn you!
Oh, no! No!
- Bill!
- I'm out.
Come on! Come on!
Goddamn you, Joe Enders.
No... No!
No!
Raise your right hand.
- I... State your full name...
- I, Ben Yahzee...
Do solemnly swear to support and
defend the constitution of the US...
Against all enemies,
foreign and domestic...
Jap Ha-Go. Who can give me
the code word for "tank"?
Come on. You boys
wanna be codetalkers.
Show me some brains. Think!
What do we call a tank?
Chay-da-gahi.
Tortoise. Good.
Artillery. Code word?
In code. Private Whitehorse.
Be-al-doh-tso-lani?
Very good.
Japanese Zero. Code word?
We can go! We can get outta here!
They told us to hold the position!
Nice day, huh?
Joe?
Joe.
Didn't hear a word, did you?
That's what happens to a man
when he's talking to a beautiful woman.
It happens when you're
not watching my lips, Joe.
Watch this.
You're a mess, Joe.
You're not fooling anybody.
No, Rita. He's a mess.
You got a perforated eardrum, Enders.
Your equilibrium's all screwy.
You can't go back to war
if you can't stand up.
Let's go, marines. This war
ain't gonna wait forever. Let's go.
Joe...
Why don't you just stay here, Joe?
Somebody's gotta keep
the WAVES company.
Are you gonna help me or not?
Marked improvement.
And his left ear is the worse of the two?
It's... amazing.
TBY hasn't got the range of the TBX.
So you may need a relay to get
your transmission to command post.
But what it really comes down to
is speed and accuracy under pressure.
Transcribe now.
Victor, Victor. This is X-ray. Over.
Damn it! We got a unit under fire!
We're losing men.
I need this message decrypted.
"Request fire support. We have target
at one-one-niner, Baker one-five. "
"Pillbox with heavy machine gun.
Fire at will. "
Beginner's luck.
You're up, mac.
- Corporal Enders reporting, sir.
- At ease.
You've done well as a marine, Corporal.
Better than you did as a civilian.
Stole a motorbike, crashed it.
Got kicked out of high school.
Assault and battery...
on one Father Crispin O'Donnell?
A priest?
Assistant principal at Archbishop Keenan
High School, sir, and head disciplinarian.
Public-school boy myself.
A commendation for valor in Shanghai.
And you made a hell of a stand
on the Solomons.
Tough bit of business there, huh?
Pretty tough, sir.
But you're prepared
to jump right back into it?
Yes, sir. Very much so.
Very much so.
Well...
The Japs have pretty much busted
every code we've thrown at 'em, Corporal.
You men on the Solomons
were lost to a broken code.
Tell me something. You ever
run into any Indians on the Solomons?
- Indians, sir?
- Navajo, to be exact.
The Corps has developed a new code
based on their language.
It's had quite an impact.
So much so the navy have decided
to go to great lengths to protect it.
That's why you're here.
You're to pair with one of them,
keep his ass safe.
Your job is to keep him alive
so he can do his job.
Begging the major's pardon, but I believe
I'd best serve the Corps killing Japs,
not baby-sitting some Indian.
Enders, we didn't pick
your name out of a hat.
We need good marines.
That's why you're standing here.
Take a look.
It's a Navajo. Or it was.
Tortured to death by Japanese
intelligence trying to bust our code.
Fortunately, he couldn't help them
even if he wanted to.
- Sir?
- Man's a Navajo, not a codetalker.
Code's based on their language,
but it is still a code.
than to catch a live one.
What I'm about to tell you, Corporal,
cannot leave this room.
Under no circumstances can you allow
your codetalker to fall into enemy hands.
Your mission is to protect the code...
at all costs.
You understand me?
Yes, sir, I do.
Good.
Congratulations. You just made sergeant.
Way to go, marine.
Fortino, take over.
Hey... That was you, right,
sitting in front of the major's office?
Yeah. Listen, I'm Pete Henderson.
They call me Ox.
Not cos of my big muscles or anything.
I'm from Oxnard, California.
Just north of Hollywood a ways.
So you're with JASCO too, huh?
No f***in' idea, mac.
Thanks. Thanks a bunch.
They've never seen so many Navajo.
Looks to me like you got to see
Me too.
Jap sons of b*tches
shot me right in the ass.
You believe that sh*t?
I wasn't running or nothin'.
So, your duty with JASCO have anything
to do with these Navajo radiomen?
I'm not at liberty to say.
I see you got a new stripe there. Me too.
So I'm guessing the orders you can't tell
me are the same orders I can't tell you.
Hell of a thing, huh?
Ain't a democracy, Sergeant.
It's the marines.
Yeah.
They look pretty normal, I guess.
Expecting them to wear war paint?
Maybe we ought to go introduce
ourselves. They look a little lost to me.
Henderson.
I wouldn't get too friendly.
How!
Just kiddin'. I'm Ox.
Whitehorse.
This is Yahzee. Ben.
- Next.
- Beautiful. Beautiful.
Close your eyes. It'll taste better.
Who's next?
Mind if I join you?
I'm Ben Yahzee.
How you doin'?
You're blocking my view.
Oh, sorry.
What do they call this crap anyway?
Marines call it chow.
Well, there's a propaganda effort.
Sorry. You can have mine.
Sh*t.
What'd you say your name was again,
Private?
It's Yahzee. Ben Yahzee.
Hold this.
Sh*t.
I'm in for a couple more.
Tell him I say hello.
Pair of cowboys for Big E.
- Possible straight for the Greek.
- Possible thumb up the Greek's ass.
Oh, a pair of twos for the kid.
Lookin' good.
- Oh, come on!
- Now there's a bold move.
All right.
OK... Oh, another mess
for the Sunshine State.
- What, are you mad at me?
- Just want your money.
Hey! Look at that. A trio of nines. Pretty.
- You shuffle that deck?
- I certainly did.
Nines bets. I'll raise it two bits.
Call.
We all got thumbs up our asses.
You won't for much longer. I got a buddy
in Intel that says we ship out in a week.
I been hearing "next week" for a month.
I didn't know you knew
anybody in Intelligence, Harri.
Next year'd be all right with me.
Gentlemen, read 'em and weep.
Look at that. Nines and fours.
Full boat, baby.
Cowboys over queens. Read 'em and die.
Oh, Jesus!
Ouch. Ouch.
- F*** it. I'm out.
- Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.
God knows what a girl will do
without reassurance.
Son of a b*tch.
Hey, looks like we got a coupla seats
opening up. You wanna come join us?
Are you serious?
What, Injun poker?
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