Windtalkers Page #4

What were their names?

It might be good to tell a story about 'em.

You know, who they were

and what they were like.

What a magical pile of Navajo horseshit.

What the hell for?

To honor them.

Their memory.

You know, it wasn't your fault, Joe.

You were just followin' orders.

Yeah.

I'm a good f***in' marine.

That's why they gave me this detail.

Yeah.

I'm a good f***in' marine.

- Joe!

- What?

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

Really.

It's all right.

Come on, Joe. I got you.

What the f***?

I ain't that drunk, Yahzee.

You cut that horseshit out.

I'm gonna mix my daddy's strawberries in

this Swedish concoction called yoghurt.

God willin', America

will develop the taste.

What about you, Charlie? What's life

got in store for you after this mess?

Sheep.

Sheep? As in Chick's girlfriend, sheep?

Charlie's family owns the biggest flock

in the Four Corners area.

No sh*t?

- You a rich man, Whitehorse?

- We do OK.

Taxis. A whole stinkin' fleet of 'em.

That's how I'm making my millions.

And then I'm goin' back

to the motherland.

I'm gonna build myself a villa

on the cliffs of Santorini.

Ah, Santorini, my friends - that's living.

Sounds nice. What about you, Zee?

Thinkin' about teaching.

Ah, teaching. Bring a little something

back to the reservation?

Actually, more interested in bringing

some of the reservation back to the world.

Hoping to teach college.

American history.

Oh, that's just what we need.

Yahzee teachin' college boys about

Custer's scalpin' at Little Bighorn.

And what about Kit Carson, and what

they did to the Navajo in the Long Walk?

You ever read about that, Chick?

Didn't think so.

How about you, Joe?

- What?

- What are you doin' after this mess?

It's gotta end sometime.

Dear Joe, we got great news today.

President Roosevelt announced

the end of blackouts on Hawaii.

We thought the day would never come.

There's still a ten o'clock curfew,

but it doesn't matter to me.

After a 12-hour shift I'm too tired

to do anything but write letters.

There is a real sense that the war

is going well, and could be over soon.

I think about you more and more.

If you're alive or dead out there.

I check the mail every day, knowing

there's going to be an answer.

Are you reading these, Joe?

Are you listening?

- We're secure on the left side.

- Area's secured.

Set up defense positions.

Chick, bed 'em down for the night.

Harri.

That's startin' to sound like something.

I didn't know you were an artist.

Oh, it's stupid.

It's just something I would do as a kid

on my grandmother's kitchen table.

Well, it's nice.

You Catholic?

I used to be.

I was thinkin' about

when they confirmed me.

I was eight, and they anointed me

with the holy water.

And I remember...

they told me I was a soldier of Christ.

I guess somewhere along the way

I must have switched units.

It's oil.

They don't use holy water to confirm.

They use oil.

I was raised Catholic too.

Mission school on the reservation.

It's funny. Fathers didn't like us

talking Navajo at Mass.

Of course, one Sunday I forgot.

They punished me by tying me

to the radiator in the basement.

For two days.

I think I was eight too.

Well, they're sure

lettin' you talk Navajo now.

Yeah.

You know, when this is over, maybe

you should come out to Navajo country.

Monument Valley is a beautiful place.

It's peaceful.

You know, we could do some things

that you don't do in the Corps.

Like ride horses, eat fry bread,

do some hunting...

Horses.

I don't know.

It's a pretty long drive to Arizona.

But it might be worth it.

You know, you could meet my son.

And he could meet Joe Enders,

the guy who watched

over Daddy's scrawny ass.

You must be a very good father, Ben.

Ben. You know,

you've never called me that before.

Enders. What kind of name

is that anyway?

It's Italian. Used to be Endrolfini before

some a**hole at Ellis Island got hold of it.

Captain needs to code a message

back to command post.

You the Indian?

Yeah, I'm the Indian.

It's just a few minutes' drive.

We'll get you back in no time.

- I need to speak with you, Gunny.

- Yeah. Give me a second.

Got this with the mail today.

You ever had pickled herring?

I need out.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

This detail.

My duty.

I can't do it.

Well, I need you, Enders.

Yeah. You've been saving

a lot of marines.

I'm requesting mast with

battalion commander. I want out.

Oh, yeah? You and me and every

other mother's son. We all want out.

Well, as long as there's

a Tojo and a Hitler out there

we have to keep on fighting.

Is that understood?

- You're not hearing me.

- I'm hearing you just fine.

Now, there's a war goin' on worldwide,

and it ain't bein' waged

on your wants and wishes.

Now you get some sack time.

That's an order.

Goddamn it! I can't do it!

I can't perform my duty!

Hey there, sweetheart.

Hi. It's OK.

You don't have to cry.

You're gonna be all right.

Got a present for you.

This is chocolate.

You see, you eat it... and it's good.

It's good.

You want some?

You'll have to chew it next time. Here.

Harrigan, go!

Incoming!

Run!

Go! Run!

Harrigan! Make her run!

Come on! To me!

Harrigan!

Come on, keep moving!

Fall back!

Help! Help!

I can't let 'em take us.

What are you talking about?

Enders!

I can't find Ox or Whitehorse.

Have you seen them?

He's over there.

Oh, sh*t...

This was supposed to be a secured area!

What happened?

I killed him.

You... you what?

I took my grenade and...

and I threw it and I blew him up.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Yahzee!

Yahzee! Yahzee, no!

Get up!

Come on. You can do it.

- Yahzee.

- Let him go.

Yahzee, no.

Go on. Why can't... Come on. Do it.

- Do it!

- No.

You know, Whitehorse...

he saved my bacon.

Wonder what George Armstrong Custer

would make of that.

I remember my granddaddy sittin' on

the porch talkin' about huntin' Indians,

like he was talkin'

about gophers or somethin'.

About gettin' paid three dollars

per Comanche ear.

I know. Gets you thinkin'.

Another 50 years, who knows, we could

be sittin' down with the Nipponese.

Drinkin' their sake, shootin' the sh*t...

lookin' for somebody else's ass to kick.

You think too much.

First time I ever been accused of that.

Thought I told you not to go

traipsing around on your own.

You know, Charlie blessed my son

in the Navajo way the day he was born.

He wondered about cowboys

watching Indians' backs.

Something about it didn't seem right.

I thought it was Charlie just being Charlie.

He didn't even want to come

to this damn war. I talked him into it.

Maybe you made a mistake.

Maybe we all did.

I was following orders, Ben.

My orders were to protect the code.

If one of you got caught, talked,

the code would be useless.

I was following orders, Ben.

Course you were, Joe.

You're a damn good f***in' marine.

The Viking wants to see you.

He says right away.

I want you to brief everybody,

make clear what's happenin'.

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