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- S A V I N G P R I V A T E R Y A N
- by Robert Roday
- (Early Draft)
- --------------------------------------------------------------
- FADE IN:
- CREDITS: White lettering over a back background. The
- THUNDEROUS SOUNDS OF A MASSIVE NAVAL BARRAGE are heard. The
- power is astonishing. It roars through the body, blows back
- the hair and rattles the ears.
- FADE IN:
- EXT. OMAHA BEACH - NORMANDY - DAWN
- The ROAR OF NAVAL GUNS continues but now WE SEE THEM FIRING.
- Huge fifteen inch guns.
- SWARM OF LANDING CRAFT
- Heads directly into a nightmare. MASSIVE EXPLOSIONS from
- German artillery shells and mined obstacles tear apart the
- beach. Hundreds of German machine guns, loaded with tracers,
- pour out a red snowstorm of bullets.
- OFFSHORE
- SUPERIMPOSITION:
- OMAHA BEACH, NORMANDY
- June 6, 1944
- 0600 HOURS
- HUNDREDS OF LANDING CRAFT Each holding
- thirty men, near the beaches.
- THE CLIFFS
- At the far end of the beach, a ninety-
- foot cliff. Topped by bunkers.
- Ringed by fortified machine gun nests.
- A clear line-of-fire down the entire
- beach.
- TEN LANDING CRAFT
- Make their way toward the base of
- the cliffs. Running a gauntlet of
- explosions.
- SUPERIMPOSITION:
- THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON A TRUE
- STORY THE LEAD LANDING CRAFT Plows
- through the waves.
- THE CAMERA MOVES PAST THE FACES OF THE MEN
- Boys. Most are eighteen or nineteen years old. Tough.
- Well-trained. Trying to block out the fury around them.
- A DIRECT HIT ON A NEARBY LANDING CRAFT
- A huge EXPLOSION of fuel, fire, metal and flesh.
- THE LEAD LANDING CRAFT
- The Motorman holds his course. Shells EXPLODE around them.
- FLAMING OIL BURNS on the water. CANNON FIRE SMASHES into
- the bow.
- THE MOTORAMAN IS RIPPED TO BITS
- BLOOD AND FLESH shower the men behind him. The mate takes
- the controls.
- A YOUNG SOLDIER
- His face covered with the remains of
- the motorman. Starts to lose it.
- Begins to shudder and weep. His
- name is DeLancey.
- THE BOYS AROUND HIM
- Do their best to stare straight ahead. But the fear infects
- them. It starts to spread.
- A FIGURE
- Pushes through the men. Puts himself
- in front of DeLancey.
- The figure is CAPTAIN JOHN MILLER. Early thirties. By far
- the oldest man on the craft. Relaxed, battle-hardened,
- powerful, ignoring the hell around them. He smiles, puts a
- cigar in his mouth, strikes a match on the front of DeLancey's
- helmet and lights the cigar.
- DeLancey tries to look away but Miller grips him by the jaw
- and forces him to lock eyes. Miller smiles. DeLancey is
- terrified.
- Delancey Captain, are we all gonna die?
- Miller Hell no, two-thirds, tops.
- Delancey Oh, Jesus...
- Miller I want every one of you to look at the man on your
- left. Now look at the man on your right. Feel sorry for
- those to sons-of-bitches, they're going to get it, you're
- not going to get a scratch. A few, including DeLancey, manage
- thin smiles. Miller releases his grip on DeLancey who moves
- his jaw as if to see if it's broken. Miller pats him on the
- cheek and moves on to the bow.
- MILLER
- Looks over the gunwale at THE HELL
- IN FRONT OF THEM.
- PAN DOWN TO MILLER'S HAND
- It quivers in fear. Miller glances around, sees that none
- of the men have noticed. He stares at his hand as if it
- belongs to someone else. It stops shaking. He turns his
- eyes back to the objective.
- THE LEAD LANDING CRAFT HITS THE BEACH
- The six surviving boats alongside.
- EXPLOSIVE PROPELLED GRAPPLING HOOKS FIRE
- From the landing crafts. Arc toward the top of the cliffs.
- THE LEAD CRAFT RAMP GOES DOWN
- A river of MACHINE GUN FIRE pours into the craft. A dozen
- men are INSTANTLY KILLED. Among them, DeLancey.
- MILLER
- Somehow survives. Jumps into the
- breakers.
- MILLER
- MOVE, GODDAMN IT! GO! GO! GO!
- EXPLOSIONS EVERYWHERE
- THE GERMANS On the edge of the cliff.
- Rain down MACHINE GUN FIRE and
- GRENADES.
- THE AMERICANS
- Struggle through the surf. FIRING
- up as best they can. Making for the
- base of the cliffs.
- INCENDIARY GRENADES, HURLED FROM ABOVE,
- EXPLODE, SPREADING FIRE
- MILLER
- Ignores the EXPLOSIONS and BULLETS.
- Uses hand signals and curt orders.
- MILLER
- THERE! THERE! HOOKS THERE! FIRE
- SQUAD, THOSE ROCKS!
- THE MEN
- Obey instantly. Set the grappling
- hooks. Take position. Return fire.
- THE SOUNDS OF BATTLE
- Drown out most voices. Except the SCREAMS OF THE WOUNDED
- AND DYING.
- THE MEN
- Know what they have to do. Start up
- the ropes. Into the teeth of the
- German defenders.
- MILLER
- Back-straps his Thompson sub-machine
- gun. Starts climbing with the first
- group.
- THE CLIFF FACE
- The Americans swarm up the ropes.
- Taking turns firing up at the Germans.
- MILLER SEES A STALLED CLIMBER
- A soft-faced boy. Grabs him by the back of his collar.
- Roughly yanks him up. Nearly choking him. They boy climbs
- on.
- HALF-WAY
- An American private is HIT. FALLS,
- taking two others with him. All
- three land on the rocks below.
- Another way to die.
- NEAR THE TOP
- Less steep. They leave the ropes.
- Free climb, scrambling up the rocks.
- MILLER
- Joins half-a-dozen pinned down men.
- Others bottleneck behind them. Miller
- scans the route and the defenders.
- Sees an open gap. Deadly. Beyond is a protective overhang.
- With a clear line to the top.
- MILLER
- That's the route.
- Miller motions to six men huddled near him.
- MILLER
- Go!
- THE SIX MEN
- Take an instant to get ready. Then
- SCRAMBLE into the gap.
- MILLER AND THE OTHERS
- Do their best to cover them. POUR FIRE up at the Germans.
- Bad angle. No Germans are hit.
- THE SIX MEN
- Are CUT TO RIBBONS by MACHINE GUN
- FIRE. All KILLED. They fall to the
- rocks below.
- SARGE, mid-twenties, experienced, Miller's right arm and
- best friend, dives into the rocks next to Miller.
- Sarge That's a goddamned shooting gallery, Captain.
- MILLER
- It's the only way.
- MILLER
- Turns to the next half-dozen men.
- MILLER
- YOU'RE NEXT!
- THE SECOND SIX
- Move to the head of the gap. Miller
- moves for a better angle against the
- machine guns. Calls to JACKSON, a
- tall, gangly Southern country boy,
- sharp-shooter.
- MILLER
- JACKSON, PICK OFF A FEW OF THEM,
- WILL YOU?
- JACKSON
- (heavy Southern accent)
- You betcha, Captain.
- Miller signals others where to direct their cover fire.
- Turns to the second six.
- MILLER
- GO!
- THE SECOND SIX
- Take deep breaths. Head into the
- gap.
- MILLER AND OTHERS BLAST SURPRISING FIRE
- JACKSON, NAILS a pair of Germans. MILLER CUTS DOWN two more.
- SARGE gets one. Not enough.
- THE SECOND SIX
- Are RAKED BY MACHINE GUNS. All are
- KILLED.
- MILLER
- Turns, looking for the next six.
- His eyes fall on Sarge and REIBEN
- who is a cynical, sharp, New Yorker.
- Reiben smiles.
- REIBEN
- (heavy Brooklyn accent)
- Captain, can I put in for a transfer?
- MILLER
- Sure, meet me at the top, we'll start
- the paperwork.
- THE THIRD SIX
- Moves into place. Sarge and Miller
- exchange a look. They both see the
- madness of what they're doing.
- MILLER AND THE OTHERS
- OPEN UP on the Germans.
- MILLER
- GO!
- SARGE
- Rolls his eyes, takes a breath.
- Scrambles into the gap. The other
- five right behind.
- IN THE GAP
- BULLETS EVERYWHERE.
- Three are HIT. Then another. POTATO MASHER GRENADES bounce
- down. EXPLODE below.
- THE GERMAN MACHINE GUN swings toward Sarge and Reiben. Miller
- sees them about to get it... MILLER STEPS OUT INTO THE OPEN.
- A perfect target. Captain's bars glinting. FIRING. TRYING
- TO DRAW THE GERMAN FIRE.
- THE GERMAN MACHINE GUNNER
- SEES MILLER STANDING IN THE OPEN. Too much to pass up. He
- swings the machine gun away from Sarge and Reiben, toward
- Miller.
- A ROW OF GERMAN BULLETS approaches Miller...he's an instant
- from death.
- SARGE AND REIBEN DIVE
- Under the overhang to safety.
- MILLER DIVES BACK TO COVER, BARELY MAKES IT, HIS BOOT HEAL
- IS BLOWN OFF.
- UNDER THE OVERHANG Sarge and Reiben untangle themselves.
- REIBEN
- I'll be Goddamned! I'm not dead!
- Sarge hollers back to Miller.
- SARGE
- CAPTAIN, IF YOUR MOTHER SAW YOU DO
- THAT, SHE'D BE VERY UPSET!
- MILLER
- I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY MOTHER.
- Quick smiles. MILLER AND HIS RANGERS lean out and FIRE.
- HIT more Germans.
- SARGE AND REIBEN run up the path, under the overhang. Stop
- near the top. Pull pins on grenades. Count. Both throw
- long, arcing over the crest, perfectly aimed.
- THE TWO GRENADES EXPLODE.
- Putt out the two worst machine gun nests.
- MILLER
- Crosses the gap. His men follow.
- AT THE CREST
- The Americans swarm over the top.
- FIRING.
- TWO DOZEN GERMANS FIRE BACK as they retreat.
- Abandoning the perimeter defense of the bunkers. The Germans
- are CUT DOWN.
- MILLER motions to WADE, a small, wide-eyed, demolition man
- who's struggling under the weight of half-a dozen satchel
- charges.
- MILLER
- Okay, Wade, your turn.
- Wade Captain, I love it when you say that.
- Miller, Sarge, Reiben and Jackson cover Wade as he races to
- the first of three bunkers. Dodging bullets from inside.
- Wade tosses a SATCHEL CHARGE into a gun port. A HUGE, MUFFLED
- EXPLOSION, rocks the bunker.
- MILLER AND SARGE
- Survey the field.
- SARGE
- What the hell were you doing? Drawing
- fire!
- MILLER
- Worked, didn't it?
- SARGE
- You tryin' to get yourself killed?
- MILLER
- Don't need to, the Krauts go that
- covered.
- Sarge shakes his head at Miller, then he looks over the cliff
- at the scores of men, their shattered, burning bodies covering
- the rocks and the beach below. He's clearly affected.
- Miller coldly glances at the dead and wounded. Then he moves
- on, leading his surviving men toward the two remaining German
- bunkers. The SOUNDS OF BIG GUNS and MACHINE GUNS FIRE
- surround him. DISSOLVE TO:
- EXT. WAR DEPARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
- The SOUND OF CLATTERING MACHINE GUN FIRE SEGUES TO that of
- CLATTERING TYPEWRITERS. A huge government building stands
- in the heart of Washington, D.C.
- SUPERIMPOSITION:
- WAR DEPARTMENT WASHINGTON, D.C.
- JUNE 8, 1944
- INT. COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE - WAR DEPT. - DAY
- Very busy. A dozen, somber military clerks work behind desks,
- quickly and efficiently. No small talk.
- A CLERK
- Older than the others, sad-eyed,
- adds a sheet of paper to a large
- pile in his out-box.
- CLOSE SHOT
- An outgoing telegram. It reads:
- "We regret to inform you...killed in
- action...heroic service..." This is
- the paperwork of death.
- THE CLERK
- Pulls out a file. Reads. Finds
- something troubling. Quickly shuffles
- through some other papers. Finds
- what he's looking for. Rises from
- his desk and hurries out of the
- office.
- INT. LIEUTENANT'S OFFICE - WAR DEPT. - DAY
- Seen through the glass wall. The clerk speaks to a YOUNG
- LIEUTENANT who is visibly shaken by what he is being told.
- He motions to the clerk to follow and he strides out of the
- office with the clerk on his heels.
- INT. CAPTAIN'S OFFICE - WAR DEPT. - DAY
- Again, seen through a glass wall. The Young Lieutenant speaks
- to a YOUNG CAPTAIN who, like the Lieutenant is clearly
- bothered by what he's being told. The Captain takes the
- papers from the Young Lieutenant and strides out.
- INT. COLONEL'S OFFICE - WAR DEPT. - DAY
- A busy office. Aides and secretaries scurry about. The
- walls and tables are covered with maps of Normandy and complex
- deployment charts. A ONE-ARMED COLONEL with a chest full of
- ribbons pours himself another cup of coffee. He clearly
- hasn't slept in a long time. The Young Captain, his staff
- officer, walks in.
- Young captain Colonel, I've got something you should know
- about.
- One-armed colonel Yes?
- Young captain Two brothers died in Normandy. One at Omaha
- Beach, the other at Utah. Last week in Guam a third brother
- was killed in action. All three telegrams went out this
- morning. Their mother in Iowa is getting all three telegrams
- this afternoon.
- The life drains from the Colonel. Others in the room hear
- and freeze.
- One-armed colonel Oh, Jesus.
- Young captain There's more. There's a fourth brother. The
- youngest. He parachuted in with the Hundred-and-First
- Airborne the night before the invasion. He's on the front.
- One-armed colonel Is he alive?
- Young captain We don't know.
- The Colonel regains his bearings. Stands and motions curtly
- to the Captain. One-armed colonel Come with me.
- The Colonel regains his bearings. Stands and motions curtly
- to the Captain.
- One-armed colonel Come with me.
- The Colonel strides from the room with the Captain on his
- heels. The aides and secretaries watch them go.
- EXT. FARM ROAD - IOWA - DAY
- A black car drives along a dirt road, a butt of dust rising
- behind. Passing through an endless expanse of ripening corn.
- EXT. RYAN FARM - IOWA - DAY
- A whit farmhouse. A barn. A stand of trees. Cornfields as
- far as the eye can see.
- IN THE YARD
- A tire swing. A bushel basket nailed
- to the barn over a dirt basketball
- court.
- A PORCH SWING
- Sits empty. Moves slightly.
- ON THE GLASS OF THE FRONT DOOR
- Four American flag decals. Each one, a man in service.
- MARGARET RYAN
- Steps out. Around sixty. Her face
- shows the lines of a life of hard
- work and mother hood. A good woman.
- She wipes her hands on her apron and looks out across the
- fields. Far in the distance she sees the dust rising behind
- the black car.
- She watches the car get closer, then sees it turn toward her
- house. She starts to grow uneasy.
- As the black car approaches, her breath comes hard. She
- reaches out and steadies herself on the porch post.
- The car pulls up to the house. She sees three men get out,
- one wearing a clerical collar. The first of her tears come.
- INT. GENERAL MARSHALL'S OFFICE - WAR DEPARTMENT - DAY
- Another busy office filled with aides and secretaries.
- GENERAL GEORGE MARSHALL, Army Chief of Staff, stands next to
- his conference table, reading the Ryan brother' files. Half-
- a-dozen subordinates, among them the one-armed Colonel and
- the Young Captain, wait. General Marshall puts down the
- file.
- GENERAL MARSHALL
- (softly)
- Goddamn it.
- One-armed colonel All four of them were in the same company
- in the 29th Infantry but we split them up after the Sullivan
- brothers died on the Juneau.
- GENERAL MARSHALL
- Any contact with the fourth brother,
- James?
- One-armed colonel No, sir. He was dropped about thirty miles
- inland, near Ramelle. That's still deep behind German lines.
- General Marshall hardens.
- GENERAL MARSHALL
- Well, if he's alive, we're going to
- send someone to get him the hell out
- of there. That's just what the
- General's staff wanted to hear.
- EXT. NORMANDY - CRATER FIELD - DAY
- NEAR CONSTANT MORTAR EXPLOSIONS. HEAVY MACHINE GUN FIRE.
- Miller's Ranger company is pinned down by a superior force
- of German troops. The Americans hug the bottoms of the
- craters, FIRING BACK as best they can. BIG GUNS THUNDER in
- the distance.
- SUPERIMPOSITION:
- Normandy 1300 hours June 9
- MILLER
- Trailed by a RADIOMAN, dashes through
- the fire and dives into a sludge-
- filled crater. He surfaces, sees
- Sarge and Reiben, and reels from a
- horrific smell. Their conversation
- is repeatedly broken by FIRING And
- DUCKING GERMAN FIRE.
- MILLER
- Jesus Christ! What the hell are we
- swimming in?
- REIBEN
- Shit, sir.
- SARGE
- Fertilizer, Captain, I think we're
- in a cranberry bog.
- REIBEN
- Out of the frying pan, into the
- fucking latrine.
- MILLER
- Look at the bright side, the Krauts
- sure as hell don't want to advance
- and hold this cesspool.
- Miller barks to his RADIOMAN.
- MILLER
- Get Fire Control, we need some
- artillery...
- Radioman Trying, sir.
- MORE EXPLOSIONS. They all duck. Reiben's worried.
- REIBEN
- Sir, what if they send some other
- company into Caen ahead of us while
- we're pinned down here?
- MILLER
- Don't worry, we're the only Rangers
- this side of the continent, we've
- got to be first into Caen.
- SARGE
- Who cares?
- REIBEN
- I care. Don't you know what Caen's
- famous for, Sarge?
- SARGE
- Frogs?
- REIBEN
- Lingerie.
- SARGE
- Yeah? So?
- THE GERMAN FIRE diminishes for an instant. Miller, Sarge
- and Reiben immediately rise and POUR FIRE at the German
- positions. GERMAN MACHINE GUN FIRE RESPONDS and they duck
- down again.
- REIBEN
- So, you ever heard of employee
- discounts? My uncle sells shoes,
- gets twenty-five percent off
- everything in the line, got a closet
- filled with the best looking shoes
- you ever seen.
- MORE MORTAR EXPLOSIONS.
- REIBEN
- Just picture some French number been
- spending all day, every day, making
- cream-colored, shear-body negligees
- with gentle-lift silk cups and
- gathered empire waists, what the
- hell you think she wears at night?
- MILLER
- Reiben, how the hell do you know so
- much about lingerie?
- REIBEN
- Lingerie is my life, sir. My mother's
- got a shop in Brooklyn, I grew up in
- it, from the time I could crawl, we
- carry Caen lingerie, it's the best
- there is, it's all I been thinking
- about since the invasion.
- Another pause in the German shelling. Reiben rises and BLASTS
- HIS B.A.R, then ducks as the GERMANS RETURN FIRE.
- MILLER
- There's a war on, good chance they're
- not still making lingerie in Caen.
- REIBEN
- Oh, Captain, they'll always make
- lingerie, it's one of the three basic
- needs of man -- food, shelter, silk
- teddies. Miller Dream on, private.
- REIBEN
- Happy to, sir.
- Radioman Captain, I've got Command, they want you back at
- H.Q., right away.
- MILLER
- Maybe the war's over.
- A MORTAR SHELL EXPLODES VERY CLOSE. After the debris stops
- falling, Sarge and Reiben rise, spitting out sludge. Reiben
- looks dubiously at Miller.
- REIBEN
- I don't think so, Captain.
- MILLER
- (to Radioman)
- Stay at it until you get fire control.
- (to Sarge)
- Keep 'em down, wait for the navy.
- SARGE
- Yes, sir.
- Miller waits for a pause in the MORTAR BARRAGE, then scrambles
- out of the crater and takes off in a crouch-run.
- EXT. NORMANDY - FIELD H.Q. - 19TH INFANTRY - DAY
- Chaos. Under fire. INTERMITTENT MORTARS, SOME BIG GERMAN
- SHELLS and fairly close SMALL ARMS FIRE.
- MILLER
- Runs over the broken ground and makes
- it to the sandbagged H.Q. He stumbles
- down the make-shift stairs.
- INT. H.Q. SANDBAGGED BUNKER - DAY
- Sand and dirt falls with the closest of the EXPLOSIONS which
- continue through the scene. Miller salutes a Major.
- MILLER
- Miller, Company B, Second Rangers.
- Major Go on in.
- Miller goes deeper into the H.Q. bunker where he finds a
- dozen officers with as many aides, runners and radiomen.
- Very busy. A field map dominates the center of the small
- space.
- The men in the room note Miller, a few nod to him
- respectfully. He's clearly someone special.
- COLONEL SAM ANDERSON is in command, talking on a field-phone.
- He's about fifty, firm and steady, the calm at the eye of
- the storm. He sees Miller and motions for him to wait.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- (into field-phone)
- ...I understand your problem, but if
- we don't get those tanks off-loaded
- by 0600, we're going to have an entire
- division up at Caen with its ass
- hanging out of its pants...
- A LIEUTENANT steps up to Miller and hands him a sheet of
- paper.
- Lieutenant Captain, here's your company address list.
- MILLER
- My what?
- Lieutenant For letters to the families of your killed-in-
- action.
- Miller hands the list back to the Lieutenant.
- MILLER
- Find a chaplain.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- (into field-phone)
- ...alright, let me know when.
- Anderson hangs up, speaks to an AIDE.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Have the Second and Third Regiments
- hold at St. Michel until we get those
- tanks. Aide Yes, sir.
- Colonel Anderson turns to Miller.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Report.
- MILLER
- Sector four is secured, we put out
- the last three German one-fifty-fives,
- found them about two miles in from
- Ponte du Hoc.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Resistance?
- MILLER
- A company, Wehrmacht, no artillery,
- we took twenty-three prisoners, turned
- them over to intelligence.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Casualties?
- MILLER
- Fourty-four, twenty one dead.
- An instant of SILENCE, all hear, none look.
- MILLER
- They didn't want to give up those
- one-fifty-fives, sir.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- It was a hard assignment, that's why
- you got it.
- MILLER
- Yes, sir.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Where are your men now?
- MILLER
- Pinned down, a mile east of here,
- waiting for some help from the navy
- guns.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- I'm sending Simpson to take over for
- you, the division is going to Caen,
- you're not coming with us, I have
- something else for you.
- MILLER
- Sir?
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- There's a Private James Ryan who
- parachuted in with the Hundred-and-
- First near Ramelle. I want you to
- take a squad up there. If he's alive,
- bring him back to the beach for
- debarkation. Take whoever you need,
- you've got your pick of the company.
- MILLER
- A private, sir?
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- He's the last of four brothers, the
- other three were killed in action.
- This is straight from the Chief of
- Staff.
- MILLER
- But, sir...I...I...
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Spit it out, Captain.
- MILLER HESITATES, THEN:
- MILLER
- Respectfully, sir, sending men all
- the way up to Ramelle to save one
- private doesn't make a fucking,
- goddamned bit of sense.
- (beat)
- Sir.
- The other officers freeze, listening without turning. Colonel
- Anderson glares at Miller.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- You think just because you hold the
- Congressional Medal of Honor, you
- can say any damn thing you please to
- your superior officers?
- Miller considers the question, then smiles.
- MILLER
- Yes, sir, more or less.
- Colonel Anderson looks as if he's about to bit Miller's head
- off, then he smiles, too.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Alright, I'll give you that.
- Continue.
- MILLER
- The numbers don't make sense, sir.
- His brothers are dead, that's too
- bad, but they're out of the equation.
- Sending men up there is bleeding
- heart crapola from three thousand
- miles away. One private is simply
- not worth a squad. Colonel anderson
- This one is. He's worth a lot more
- than that. Which is why I'm sending
- you, you're the best field officer
- there is.
- Miller Shrugs.
- MILLER
- Yes and no, sir, what about Morgan?
- Fine officer, regular church goer,
- writes poetry, he might like a mission
- like this.
- (beat)
- And he's taller than me.
- Colonel Anderson listens with amused tolerance, but it's
- time to get back to business.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- That's enough, Captain, you have
- your orders. Major Thomas will fill
- you in.
- Miller knows when to back off. He salutes.
- MILLER
- Yes, sir.
- Miller and Colonel Anderson exchange a private look.
- COLONEL ANDERSON
- Good luck, John.
- MILLER
- Thank you, sir.
- Miller joins Major Thomas at one of the smaller map tables.
- Colonel Anderson watches Miller for an instant, then notices
- the other officers in the tent watching. A glare and they
- go back to work.
- EXT. BATTLESHIP - DAY
- A MASSIVE BARRAGE of fifteen-inch shells BLASTS from the
- deck of the enormous ship.
- EXT. CRATER FIELD - CRANBERRY BOG - DAY
- HUGE EXPLOSIONS. The big naval shells SLAM into the German
- position on the far side of the cranberry bog crater field.
- IN THE CRATERS
- Miller's Ranger company ducks and
- covers. The BARRAGE SUBSIDES. The
- Rangers rise, FIRING, leap-frogging
- from crater to crater, advancing
- against the remaining Germans who
- return SMALL ARMS FIRE.
- MILLER
- Crouch-runs and dives into a crater
- with Sarge.
- MILLER
- Put on your traveling shoes, Sarge,
- we're heading out.
- SARGE
- Caen?
- MILLER
- I wish. You and I are taking a squad
- up to Ramelle on a public relations
- mission.
- SARGE
- You? Leading a squad?
- MILLER
- Some private up there lost three
- brothers, got a ticket home.
- SARGE
- What about the company?
- MILLER
- Simpson.
- SARGE
- Simpson? Jesus Christ on a fucking
- pogo stick!
- MILLER
- I want Reiben on B.A.R; Jackson with
- his sniper rifle; Beasley, demolition.
- SARGE
- Beasley's dead.
- MILLER
- Okay, Wade. Translators?
- SARGE
- Fresh out.
- MILLER
- What about Talbot?
- SARGE
- Twenty minutes ago. Miller Damn,
- I'll go see if I can find another
- one. You get Reiben, Jackson and
- Wade, meet me at transport.
- SARGE
- Yes, sir.
- They wait for a lull in the firing, then scramble out of the
- crater and crouch-run in opposite directions.
- EXT. TRANSPORT H.Q. - NINETEENTH INFANTRY - DAY
- Just in from the beaches. DISTANT ARTILLERY AND EXPLOSIONS.
- Nothing close. Dust. Confusion. Vehicles of every sort
- moving out. Tanks, half-tracks, troop trucks. In the middle
- of the mess, a cigar-chewing SUPPLY SERGEANT works at a make-
- shift desk made out of crate. He yells at a PRIVATE.
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- GET THOSE GODDAMNED HALF-TRACKS OUT
- OF THERE!
- Private They're blocked in!
- SERGEANT
- THEN UNBLOCK 'EM!
- SARGE< REIBEN, JACKSON AND WADE
- Wait nearby. Reiben is beside himself, pacing, muttering.
- The others are relaxed.
- MILLER
- Strides through the chaos, avoiding
- the passing vehicles. He sees his
- men and walks toward them. Reiben
- hurries up to Miller, pleading.
- REIBEN
- Please, sir, you can't take me to
- Ramelle, I gotta go to Caen, sir,
- please, I told you, they make Caen
- lingerie there, it's beautiful, it's
- the best there is, it's...oh, please,
- sir...
- MILLER
- Sorry, I need a B.A.R. man, you're
- the best.
- REIBEN
- (desperate)
- No, I'm not, Kaback is, honest. Or
- what about Faulkner? Or that little
- guy with the glasses?
- MILLER
- Trust me, you're the best.
- REIBEN
- (whimpering)
- But, sir...
- Miller jerks his head for his men to follow and he strides
- off toward the Supply Sergeant's table. Sarge falls in next
- to Miller.
- SARGE
- You get a translator, Captain?
- MILLER
- I've got a line on one.
- TRANSPORT OPERATIONS TABLE
- Chaos. Vehicles THUNDERING by. The
- Supply Sergeant juggles runners and
- paperwork. Miller steps up to him.
- MILLER
- Sergeant, I need a truck.
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- Sorry, sir, fresh out of trucks, how
- 'bout a '38 Ford Roadster, hard-top,
- red with black interior.
- MILLER
- White-walls?
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- No white-walls, sir, there's a war
- on.
- (to the Private)
- NOT THERE, YOU GODDAMNED IDIOT, OVER
- THERE!
- (to Miller)
- I can't help you, sir.
- MILLER
- A half-track, anything.
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- Sorry, sir. Division is using
- everything on wheels to get up to
- Caen.
- (notices Miller's
- shoulder patch)
- How come you guys aren't going?
- Miller ignores the question. He spies a jeep.
- MILLER
- How about that jeep?
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- That's General Gavin's. His lap dog
- told me if anyone breathes on it,
- I'll get busted and if anyone so
- much as touches it with their little
- finger, I'll get court marshaled.
- If you were to take it, they'd shoot
- me.
- JACKSON
- Cap'n, does that mean we got to walk
- all the way up to Ramelle?
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- What's at Ramelle beside a lot of
- Germans.
- MILLER
- A paratrooper named Ryan. He's going
- home, if he's alive.
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- Senator's son?
- MILLER
- No, three brothers of his were killed
- in action. Command wants him out of
- there.
- The Supply Sergeant grunts as if punched in the belly.
- SUPPLY SERGEANT
- Damn...I got a couple brothers...
- Miller looks at him, noting his reaction coldly. The Supply
- Sergeant shifts his eyes toward General Gavin's jeep.
- EXT. ROAD LEADING FROM TRANSPORT - DAY
- Miller and his men drive off, fast, in General Gavin's jeep.
- Sarge is at the wheel, weaving and bouncing through the bedlam
- of men and vehicles. Miller rides shotgun. Reiben, Jackson
- and Wade are crammed in the back.
- The SUPPLY SERGEANT Watches them go. Behind him, GENERAL
- GAVIN, pure piss and vinegar, strides up, trailed by his
- huge staff. He looks around for his jeep, comes up empty.
- GENERAL GAVIN
- SERGEANT, WHERE THE HELL IS MY
- GODDAMNED JEEP!?
- The Supply Sergeant puffs his cigar with a smile and turns
- to take his lumps.
- EXT. ROAD - DAY
- Miller and his men weave through the chaos of the American
- staging area.
- MILLER
- We've got to make one stop.
- Miller points the way for Sarge.
- EXT. INTELLIGENCE TENT - DAY
- Miller and his men skid to a stop in front of a perfectly
- white, taut-lined tent. A steady stream of ROARING vehicles
- and CHATTERING men move out around them. DISTANT GUNS RUMBLE.
- SPORADIC MEDIUM-DISTANCE EXPLOSIONS BOOM. Miller hops out.
- MILLER
- Wait here.
- He strides into the tent.
- INT. INTELLIGENCE TENT - DAY
- Three bookish corporals hover over map tables like studious
- nerds the day before finals. They're breaking down and
- gridding field maps and covering them in plasticine. Tedious,
- detailed work.
- One of them is TIM UPHAM, a thin, twenty-four year old,
- patrician with gentle, thoughtful eyes behind his thick
- glasses. He nervously jumps at the sound of a VERY DISTANT
- EXPLOSION, then he forces himself to concentrate on his work.
- Miller strides in. Miller I'm looking for Corporal Upham.
- Upham raises his eyes from his map and re-focuses.
- Upham Sir, I'm Upham.
- MILLER
- I understand you speak French and
- German.
- Upham Yes, sir.
- MILLER
- Do you have an accent?
- Upham A slight one in French. My German is clean. It has a
- touch of the Bavarian.
- MILLER
- Good, you've been re-assigned to me,
- we're going to Ramelle.
- Upham knows enough geography to know what that means.
- Upham Uh, sir, there are Germans up at Ramelle.
- MILLER
- That's my understanding.
- Upham Lots of them.
- MILLER
- Do you have a problem with that,
- Corporal?
- Upham Sir, I've never been in combat. I make maps. I
- translate.
- MILLER
- I need a translator, all mine have
- been killed.
- Upham But, sir, I haven't held a gun since basic training.
- MILLER
- It'll come back to you. Get your
- gear.
- Upham hesitates.
- Upham Sir, may I bring my typewriter?
- Miller looks at him closely, not sure if he's joking.
- Upham I'm writing a book and I...
- Miller's expression gives him his answer.
- Upham Uh, how about a pencil?
- MILLER
- A small one.
- Miller shoos him off.
- MILLER
- Go, go...
- Upham scurries away. Miller sighs.
- EXT. ROAD LEADING FROM INTELLIGENCE TENT - DAY
- Miller and his men peel out, now with Upham crammed with the
- others in the back of the jeep. As they drive off, the CAMERA
- CRANES UP to reveal the vast tableau of the biggest invasion
- in military history.
- The scope of the operation is stunning. The beach is covered
- with mountains of supplies. A steady stream of vehicles
- winds up the dunes. Hundreds of barrage balloons, anchored
- by heavy steel cables, hover over the entire scene. Off-
- shore, a massive Mulberry port is under construction, workers
- swarming over it like ants. Beyond that, thousands of ships
- and boats of every type and description. The smoke of
- hundreds of fires rises on the horizon. EXPLOSIONS, some
- distant, some close, BOOM and RUMBLE.
- It's an awesome, breathtaking sight. Miller and his tiny
- band of men, weave their way through the middle of it,
- speeding away from the beach, heading inland, leaving the
- bulk of the American Army behind. Ext. french road - day
- Miller and his men drive fast passing American vehicles and
- infantrymen moving forward. The sides of the road are
- littered with the debris of burning German vehicles, abandoned
- equipment, bodies.
- Sarge drives. Miller reads a map. Upham, cradling a pristine
- M-1 rifle, is all eyes and ears. Jackson and Wade calmly
- take in the view. Reiben checks out the close quarters in
- the back of the jeep.
- REIBEN
- Captain, can I ask you a question?
- MILLER
- Sure, Reiben.
- REIBEN
- Where are you planning on putting
- Private Ryan, sir?
- Miller doesn't raise his eyes from the map.
- REIBEN
- (continuing)
- It's just that it's kind of crowded
- back here, I was wondering if you're
- expecting to have more room on the
- way back?
- Miller points out a turn to Sarge.
- MILLER
- Left.
- Sarge makes the turn. Miller folds up the map and pockets
- it.
- MILLER
- Now we've got a straight shot, due
- north, to Ramelle, twenty-six miles,
- two villages between here and there,
- St. Mere, then Bernay. We'll take
- the jeep as far as we can, then go
- on on foot.
- SARGE
- We in radio contact with anybody up
- there?
- MILLER
- Somebody put the wrong crystals in
- every one of the Hundred-and-First's
- radios the night before the drop,
- not one of them works. We're going
- in blind.
- REIBEN
- I usually like surprises.
- SARGE
- What are we likely to run into?
- MILLER
- A fucking mess, two maybe three Kraut
- divisions, no fronts, no lines, the
- drops were completely fouled up,
- we've got little pockets of
- paratroopers all over the place,
- trying to hang on. Command says we
- hold St. Mere, but north of that,
- it's all Krauts. Even if Ryan's
- where he's supposed to be, he's more
- than likely dead.
- SARGE
- Hell of a mission.
- MILLER
- Yep, hell of a mission.
- IN THE BACK OF THE JEEP
- Upham avidly takes in everything. He notices Reiben staring
- at him, grows nervous under his look and offers a hopeful
- smile.
- Upham Hi. So, uh, you're all Rangers?
- Reiben, Jackson and Wade look at Upham as if he were an
- insect.
- Upham I'm Upham.
- (pointing at his corporal's stripes)
- Ignore these, please, I know all that breaks down in combat.
- Their jaws drop.
- REIBEN
- (to Wade)
- You want to shoot him, or should I?
- Wade It's not my turn.
- REIBEN
- (politely)
- Jackson?
- JACKSON
- Hell, no, last time I shot a corporal,
- Cap'n Miller near bit my head off.
- Upham reacts to the metion of Miller's name.
- Upham Miller?
- MILLER
- I don't want anybody to shoot him,
- that's an order. He speaks French
- and his German has a touch of the
- Bavarian.
- Upham Sir, are you Captain John Miller?
- Miller sighs, he knows what's coming.
- UPHAM
- (continuing)
- ...who won the Congressional Medal
- of Hon...?
- Upham's words are frozen in his throat by the warning glances
- of Miller's men. Miller himself remains relaxed but stone-
- faced.
- No one speaks for a few seconds, then the moment passes as
- if it had never happened.
- REIBEN
- Captain, I gotta tell you, the irony
- of this mission is fucking killing
- me.
- MILLER
- Yeah, how so?
- REIBEN
- I should be on my way to Caen, sir.
- It's like Beethoven, the guy's one
- of the greatest composers ever lived
- and he goes deaf. Go figure, I mean,
- who'd he piss off? And here I am,
- the Beethoven of ladies foundation
- garments, one step away from Caen,
- the center of the known lingerie
- universe and instead, I'm going to
- Ramelle to save some fucking private
- who's probably already dead.
- MILLER
- There's to be a bright side, look
- for it.
- REIBEN
- Sir, you know what Ramelle is famous
- for? Cheese. The rest of the company
- is going to Caen and we're going to
- the goddamned cheese capital of
- France. There is no bright side.
- MILLER
- There's always a bright side.
- REIBEN
- I'm listening, sir.
- MILLER
- Well, I, for one, like cheese.
- Wade pipes up cheerfully.
- Wade Hell, I don't mind going to Ramelle, as long as there's
- something up there for me to blow up.
- REIBEN
- Well, you're a happy idiot.
- THEY ROUND A TURN
- SKID TO A STOP AT A:
- BOTTLENECK OF AMERICAN VEHICLES
- A LIEUTENANT is roadmaster. Miller calls to him.
- MILLER
- How's the road up to St. Mere?
- Lieutenant Bad, sir. There're some eighty-eights hiding
- somewhere, knocking the hell out of our traffic.
- MILLER
- Anybody getting through?
- Lieutenant The lucky ones.
- Miller nods to Sarge who floors it. They take off, spraying
- gravel behind them. Ext. St. Mere Road - day The jeep barrels
- down the road, fast. The road is pock-marked with craters.
- They pass the wreckage of a pair of American jeeps. Direct
- hits. Sarge swerves around them without slowing.
- AN AMERICAN TROOP TRUCK SMOLDERS
- On the side of the road, surrounded by the charred bodies of
- a dozen American troops. It's a nightmare vision. Upham
- grows weak at the sight. Miller takes note of Upham's
- reaction.
- IN THE BACK
- The men bounce up and down like
- stuffed animals, doing their best to
- not be thrown out.
- REIBEN
- Hell, this is better than Coney
- Island!
- A HUGE BUMP
- Bounces Reiben up and slams his back
- down on his shovel. He HOLLERS IN
- PAIN.
- MILLER
- Just trying to make room for Ryan.
- Reiben shoots Miller a smile and shifts his belt, moving his
- shovel from under his bruised ass.
- THEY ROUND A BEND
- See a long, straight stretch of road. Half-a-dozen burning,
- obliterated American vehicles. A gauntlet to run.
- AN EIGHTY-EIGHT SHELL SCREAMS IN
- Lands right behind them. BLOWS A NEW CRATER
- MILLER
- (sweetly)
- Sarge?
- SARGE FLOORS IT. Everyone hangs on.
- ANOTHER SHELL EXPLODES
- Thirty yards ahead of them.
- MILLER
- Directs Sarge off the road.
- MILLER
- They've got the road zeroed.
- SARGE
- Yanks the wheel, driving the jeep
- off the road.
- THE JEEP BOUNCES
- Off the shoulder. Nearly throwing
- everyone out. Somehow they hang on.
- The jeep tears along the rutted field.
- ANOTHER EXPLOSION
- Just behind them.
- SARGE DRIVES MADLY
- Not slowing down. Trying to avoid
- the biggest ruts and bumps.
- ANOTHER EXPLOSION
- Close on their side. Showers them
- with debris.
- SARGE
- Jesus Christ!
- MILLER SCANS THE TERRAIN
- Sees a cluster of buildings about half-a-mile ahead.
- MILLER
- They've got a hell of a spotter
- somewhere.
- ANOTHER EXPLOSION
- Even closer. The jeep's PEPPERED
- WITH SHRAPNEL. They BARREL THROUGH
- the smoke.
- MILLER
- S-curves, Sarge.
- SARGE
- Turns shallow curves without slowing
- down.
- SUDDENLY SEES A CRATER
- Tries to avoid it. Too late. Brakes. PLOWS into overturned
- earth. STOPS SHORT.
- REIBEN, UPHAM, WADE AND JACKSON
- THROWN from the jeep. TUMBLE into the dirt. Not hurt.
- SARGE AND MILLER
- Hang on. Stay in the jeep but are
- battered. All stunned. MILLER Is
- first to regain his bearings. Jumps
- up. Checks out the jeep. Undamaged.
- Deep in the soft dirt.
- AN EIGHTY-EIGHT SHELL SCREAMS IN EXPLODES THIRTY YARDS LEFT
- MILLER
- Sarge! Reverse!
- Sarge puts his head back on and throws the jeep into gear.
- The wheels spin. Miller throws his shoulder into the jeep.
- Yells to the others.
- MILLER
- COME ON! YOU WANNA WALK?
- STILL DAZED
- Reiben, Wade, Jackson, Upham screw
- their heads back on. Shoulder into
- the jeep. Push for all they're worth.
- The WHEELS STILL SPIN.
- ANOTHER EIGHTY-EIGHT SHELL LANDS EXPLODES THIRTY YARDS RIGHT
- MILLER IGNORES IT
- He's the only one who does.
- SARGE
- Captain, they got us zeroed.
- Upham is very nervous.
- UPHAM
- That's bracketing, right?
- They all ignore him.
- UPHAM
- I know about bracketing. I read
- about it. The next one is going to
- land right on us.
- MILLER
- FORWARD! FORWARD!
- (beat)
- NOW REVERSE!
- Sarge SLAMS THE JEEP INTO REVERSE. Rocks it. SLAMS IT BACK
- INTO FORWARD. Makes progress.
- ALL THE MEN PUSH, ALL EYES UP. WAITING FOR THE NEXT SHELL.
- SARGE
- Uh, Captain...
- MILLER
- PUSH!
- SARGE
- Uh, Captain...
- THE TIRES SCREAM
- A bit more progress. It's almost
- out.
- THEY ALL PUSH LIKE MANIACS
- Knowing the shell is coming any second. Upham is beside
- himself.
- SARGE
- (sweetly)
- Oh, Captain...
- ONE MORE PUSH
- The jeep rocks back in, deeper.
- MILLER
- SHIT!
- THEY HEAR THE SCREAM OF THE SHELL MILLER BARKS TO HIS MEN
- MILLER
- GO!
- THE MEN
- Instantly take off. Away from the
- jeep. As fast as they can.
- THE SHELL SCREAMS IN
- The men hit the dirt.
- DIRECT HIT
- OBLITERATING THE JEEP
- THE MEN
- Barely out of the BLAST PERIMETER.
- STUNNED by the concussion. SHOWERED
- with dirt, rock and debris.
- MILLER
- Is first up. Sarge and the men
- struggle to their feet. Hear MORE
- INCOMING. Miller grabs Upham by the
- collar and pulls him up.
- MILLER
- HERE COME THE MORTARS!
- THEY ALL TAKE OFF
- Running as fast as they can.
- THE FIRST OF THE MORTAR SHELLS COME IN
- The eighty-eight is big, with pauses spaces between. But
- there must be a dozen mortars firing. The shells are almost
- constant.
- THE FIELD
- The six Americans run madly, in zig-
- zag patterns through the gauntlet of
- MORTAR EXPLOSIONS. BOOM
- RUNNING, STUMBLING
- BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
- UPHAM IS THROWN TO THE GROUND
- Miller yanks him up. Half-drags him to the edge of the field.
- THEY MAKE IT TO THE TREES
- Keep running. Through the bushes and brambles. Thirty yards
- in.
- THE EXPLOSIONS STOP
- THE MEN ALL STOP Panting. Struggling
- to catch their breath. Check their
- body parts. Everything's there.
- They have their weapons, most of
- their gear.
- Reiben looks back through the trees at THE JEEP, which is
- nothing more than a burning carcass. He shakes his head.
- REIBEN
- General Gavin is going to be very
- irritated at you, Captain.
- MILLER
- Stands on the edge of the woods,
- almost in a trance.
- UPHAM
- Captain, I...
- SARGE
- Sssssh!
- Miller, far away, quickly shifts his eyes and ears from
- position to position.
- MILLER
- Sarge, maps.
- Sarge quickly opens up the map case. The men are dead silent,
- frozen in place.
- MILLER
- Two eighty-eights, just under two-
- and-a-half miles, that way, vector
- from the jeep, through those two
- trees at the base of the hill. The
- mortars came from behind that rise,
- there, four of them.
- Sarge quickly starts vectoring on the map. Miller snaps out
- of it.
- MILLER
- Wade, the radio.
- Wade instantly starts cranking it up. Upham is amazed.
- UPHAM
- You can tell all that, just by the
- sound, sire?
- MILLER
- That's not all. There were nine
- gunners on the eighty-eights, one
- had a broken heel on his boot, two
- had bratwurst for supper last night,
- one of them is named Fritz, the other,
- Hans, maybe, I don't know, it's hard
- to tell.
- JACKSON
- Corporal, you have just seen one of
- Captain Miller's many God-given
- talents. If, by some miracle, you
- survive, you will witness many more
- of them.
- Sarge finished vectoring.
- SARGE
- Got it, sir. We gonna go take care
- of those eighty-eights?
- MILLER
- That's not what we're here for.
- WADE
- (re. radio)
- I've got command, Captain.
- Miller takes the handset from Wade and the map from Sarge.
- MILLER
- (into radio)
- This is Baker Charley One, fire mark,
- sector three, foxtrot quadrant, four-
- three by baker-three. Two eighty-
- eights. Tell our boys to come in
- low from the east in case the Krauts
- have ack-ack. Good hunting. Over.
- A VOICE ON THE RADIO SIGNS OFF through the static. Wade
- packs up the radio. Miller folds up the map. Jackson Sir,
- wouldn't take us but a minute to put out them eighty-eights.
- SARGE
- He's right, Captain, it might be
- kind of dangerous for those flyboys.
- MILLER
- Tell that to Private James Ryan.
- We've got our orders. Let's go.
- Miller heads off without pausing or looking back. The rest
- of the men don't like it, but they follow. Upham trails,
- amazed at Miller.
- EXT. WOODS - DAY
- Miller walks point. His men follow warily. Upham falls in
- alongside Reiben.
- UPHAM
- So, where are you from?
- REIBEN
- Get lost.
- Upham smiles lamely and moves on to Jackson.
- UPHAM
- So, where are you from?
- JACKSON
- You writin' a book or somethin'?
- UPHAM
- As a matter of fact, I am.
- JACKSON
- Figured.
- Wade overhears and smiles at Upham.
- WADE
- I'm Wade, that's spelled, W-A-D-E,
- I'm small but wiry, with piercing,
- steel-gray eyes, and a rough-hewn
- but handsome face, I'm from Colorado,
- my father's a mining engineer, don't
- you take notes?
- Upham shakes his head.
- UPHAM
- Demolition, right?
- WADE
- Since I was nine years old. They
- got a lot of explosives around mines.
- Me and my little brother could get
- into any warehouse you ever saw.
- Damn, we had fun!
- Jackson shrugs.
- JACKSON
- I'm Jackson. I'm from West Fork,
- Tennessee. My pappy's a preacher.
- Him and his two brothers got a
- ministry, The Blessed Church of the
- Wandering Gospel.
- UPHAM
- In West Fork?
- JACKSON
- In the back of a nineteen and thirty-
- one stretch Hudson with a big ole'
- trailer.
- UPHAM
- No kidding.
- JACKSON
- I don't make jokes about things of,
- or related to, the preaching of the
- Holy Gospel, including the ministerial
- calling of my family.
- UPHAM
- So they travel around from place to
- place and preach?
- JACKSON
- We got us a tent, forty-two feet
- across, eighteen feet at center,
- hundred-and-ten foldin' chairs.
- Circuit's eleven towns, covers all
- 'a Hasset County and most 'a Weller
- County. I expect that upon completion
- of my military service I will be
- joinin' said ministry.
- UPHAM
- What about the Captain? Where's he
- from?
- They all shake their heads. Miller's out of earshot.
- JACKSON
- You figure that out, you got yourself
- one nice prize.
- SARGE
- Over three hundred bucks, last I
- heard. Wade Company's got a pool,
- five bucks gets you in, whoever
- guesses where the Captain's from and
- what he did as a civilian gets it
- all.
- JACKSON
- The whole kit and caboodle.
- UPHAM
- But everybody's heard of him, he won
- the Congressional Medal of Honor, he
- saved a dozen men.
- REIBEN
- We know.
- UPHAM
- Somebody must know where he's from,
- what he did for a living.
- SARGE
- Somebody probably does.
- UPHAM
- Why don't you just ask him?
- JACKSON
- The Captain prefers not to discuss
- certain aspects of his life, in
- particular, everything up to and
- including his enlistment in the United
- States Army.
- SARGE
- I've been with him since Anzio. I'm
- closer to him that I am to my own
- brother but I don't even know what
- state he's from. Somewhere in the
- Northeast as near as I can figure.
- I don't even have a clue what he did
- for a living as civilian.
- Reiben shakes his head.
- REIBEN
- No one's gonna win the money for the
- simple reason that the Captain never
- was a civilian. They assembled him
- at O.C.S. out of spare body parts
- from dead G.I.'s. I know this for a
- fact.
- JACKSON
- (defensively)
- You got somethin' against the Cap'n?
- REIBEN
- Hell, no. I think he's the best
- officer in the whole goddamned army,
- bar none.
- They all nod in assent, no argument there.
- JACKSON
- You got that right.
- Miller walks on ahead, unaware of their conversation. Upham
- watches Miller, with even more curiosity.
- EXT. HEDGEROW FIELD - DAY
- Miller and his men walk along a hedgerow that parallels a
- country cow path. They're staying close to the cover of the
- brush. Miller walks tall now.
- JACKSON
- Captain, my feet are most
- uncomfortable. If I'd 'a known we
- was gonna have to walk all the way
- to Ramelle, I never would 'a
- volunteered for this here mission.
- MILLER
- You didn't volunteer, Jackson.
- JACKSON
- I most likely would have, sir, had I
- been given the opportunity.
- REIBEN
- If we find Ryan and he's still alive,
- that son-of-a-bitch is gonna carry
- this goddamned B.A.R. back to the
- beach for me.
- JACKSON
- Army life is too dang easy, my feet
- have gone soft. Back home, we go
- out squirrel huntin', I walk forever
- and a day and then some, don't even
- raise a blister.
- REIBEN
- You know what a B.A.R. weighs?
- Nineteen and a half pounds, not
- counting ammo.
- (re. ammo bandoleers)
- And you think these things are
- comfortable? They may look good but
- they weigh twelve pounds each, that's
- thirty-six pounds, right there.
- WADE
- So what? I've got three satchel
- charges, six gammon grenades, a dozen-
- and-a-half pineapples, and all my
- regular gear. You don't hear me
- complaining.
- REIBEN
- That's because, as I have pointed
- out on numerous occasions, you are a
- happy idiot.
- WADE
- No, I just happen to take the
- Captain's advice and look at the
- bright side of things.
- UPHAM
- How do you do it?
- WADE
- It's easy, it runs in my family,
- take my grandfather, for example...
- REIBEN
- Oh, Christ, now we gotta listen to
- that grandfather thing again.
- WADE
- As I was saying, before I was so
- rudely interrupted, my grandfather
- got old, as grandfathers tend to do.
- He needed someone to take care of
- him. We move around all the time,
- going from one mine to another, so
- we had to put him in a home. Nice
- enough place but kind of depressing.
- But not for Granddad. He just
- convinced himself he was on a cruise
- ship, going to Tahiti, he had his
- own cabin, first class, with room
- service. It just so happened that
- the weather was always lousy, so he
- never bothered to go up on deck.
- Happiest guy you ever saw until the
- day he died.
- UPHAM
- You think he really believed it?
- WADE
- Who knows? It worked.
- REIBEN
- Fine, you convince yourself you got
- a pack full of feathers and goddamned
- Private James Ryan can carry my
- fucking gear.
- WADE
- Reiben, you can be very unpleasant
- to be around sometimes.
- REIBEN
- You want unpleasant? Just wait, I
- can do much better than this.
- WADE
- Look at Upham, you don't hear him
- complaining.
- Upham, feeling bold and a bit naughty, decides to give it a
- shot.
- UPHAM
- Well, as a matter of fact, I was
- just thinking...
- The men roll their eyes, expecting the worst.
- UPHAM
- (continuing)
- That I'm so fucking tired of this
- goddamned walking, I'd pay a thousand
- dollars to see that bastard Ryan
- crawl on his belly over an acre of
- broken glass to hear my great-aunt
- Martha fart through a field-phone.
- The men are stunned.
- REIBEN
- Jesus Christ, he's a natural!
- MILLER
- Upham, are you sure you've never
- been in combat?
- Upham wiggles with pride. Upham Positive, sir, I'm certain
- I'd remember.
- Miller eyes Upham respectfully and nods to the men.
- MILLER
- He's good.
- They walk on.
- JACKSON
- Cap'n, my feet are most uncomfortable.
- Miller smiles, situation normal.
- EXT. ST. MERE - LATE AFTERNOON
- A small town has been reduced to rubble and is still an active
- battlefield. HEAVY SMALL ARMS FIRE. GRENADE AND MORTAR
- EXPLOSIONS. MEDIUM ARTILLERY BEYOND. American soldiers
- crouch in doorways, FIRING at well-placed Germans.
- Some French civilians dash across a street. A man and a
- couple of women, one carrying a child. They make it across
- and disappear into the remains of a building.
- Miller runs up and flattens himself against a wall at a
- corner. Sarge and the other men follow in leap-frog, spread
- out down the block behind him.
- Miller glances around the corner, taking a quick mental
- picture of a GATHERING OF G.I.'s crouching in the cover of
- an alley across the street and down the block. They are
- CAPTAIN HAMILL, about Miller's age, and HIS MEN.
- As Miller ducks back behind the corner, A GERMAN BULLET
- SMASHES into the bricks where his head was an instant before.
- Miller motions Jackson across first.
- MILLER
- Stay low.
- Jackson gathers himself, takes off. GERMAN BULLETS BLAST,
- kicking up the cobblestone behind him. Jackson zig-zags and
- makes it to the cover of the far side.
- JACKSON
- Dang! That was close!
- Miller nods to Upham.
- MILLER
- Your turn.
- Upham, scared shitless, doesn't move. Miller speaks to him
- very gently.
- MILLER
- Zig-zag, change your pace a couple
- times, you'll be alright.
- Upham's frozen. He can barely breathe. Miller sighs.
- MILLER
- Okay, I'm going to draw fire for
- you.
- (sternly)
- But if I do, you goddamned well better
- go.
- Upham nods. Miller gathers himself, takes a deep breath.
- CLOSE SHOT: MILLER'S HAND quivers.
- MILLER
- Looks to Upham
- MILLER
- Ready?
- Upham nods, still terrified.
- MILLER STEPS INTO THE OPEN
- Stands motionless, presenting himself to the German snipers.
- MILLER
- Go.
- Upham runs.
- A GERMAN BULLET HITS THE BRICKS NEAR MILLER.
- He doesn't budge.
- UPHAM TEARS ACROSS THE STREET very, very fast.
- REIBEN watches Upham run.
- REIBEN
- Hey, that guy can move.
- A GERMAN BULLET WHIZZES PAST Miller's ear. UPHAM gets to
- the far side.
- MILLER DUCKS BACK around the corner. Reiben and Wade don't
- even react to what Miller has just done. Sarge is pissed.
- He shakes his head at Miller, like an irritated parent.
- SARGE
- (under his breath so
- only Miller can hear)
- Damn fool.
- (beat)
- Sir.
- REIBEN
- Captain, he's fast!
- MILLER
- (glances at Sarge,
- speaks to Reiben)
- Glad of it.
- UPHAM
- On the other side of the street,
- crouches in a doorway with Jackson.
- Upham is a bit in shock, less from
- the nearness of the bullets than
- from what Miller just did for him.
- MILLER
- DASHES across the street.
- GERMAN BULLETS TRAIL HIM, shattering the cobblestones, inches
- behind him.
- HE MAKES IT across. Calls back to Sarge.
- MILLER
- Bring 'em over.
- UPHAM, tries to thank Miller.
- UPHAM
- Captain, I...
- Miller ignores him, motions to Sarge, Reiben and Wade.
- MILLER
- One at a time.
- MILLER
- Ducks out of the doorway and crouch-
- runs down the block. He passes a:
- BOMBED OUT BUILDING
- Out of the line of fire. A dozen
- dead American soldiers lined up on
- the ground. The battered, bloody
- bodies, only partially covered by
- ponchos.
- Some badly wounded G.I.'s are being treated next to the dead.
- Blood puddles have spread out onto the sidewalk.
- MILLER
- Sees the dead and wounded, shows no
- reaction. Runs to:
- AN ALLEY
- Captain Hamill and his men are bunched
- there, out of the line of fire.
- He's sending off a squad to continue
- their door-to-door.
- Captain hamill Fundamentals, short runs, double up at the
- corners, one man close, one man wide. Be careful. Go.
- The squad takes off. Captain Hamill sees Miller. The two
- captains glance at the bars on their shoulders, then speak
- familiarly.
- Captain hamill How was the road in?
- MILLER
- We had a jeep until a few hours ago,
- a nice one, it had a cute little
- flag with a couple of stars on it.
- Captain hamill Oh, what a shame.
- One by one, Miller's men join them in the alley.
- MILLER
- We called in a strike on the eighty-
- eights that took it out, but it's
- the Kraut spotter that counts,
- wherever the hell that bastard is.
- Captain Hamill points across a wide field toward a distant
- chateau that has a private chapel with a fifty-foot steeple.
- Captain hamill That's where your boy is. We've been trying
- to get him since this morning. He killed two of my men trying
- to get close enough for a shot. Miller eyes the distant
- steeple.
- MILLER
- Jackson.
- Jackson steps up. Miller points to the steeple. Jackson
- knows what he's supposed to do. He puts down his M-1 and
- takes off the long, zippered, leather sheath, strapped to
- his back.
- He spits a massive bullet of tobacco juice, then calmly and
- methodically unzips his leather case and pulls out a very
- unusual, long-barrel, rifle.
- Miller and his men give him some room. Hamill and his men,
- along with Upham, watch curiously.
- Jackson opens a two-foot tripod with a flick of his wrist,
- sits down and carefully attaches the rifle to it. Then he
- takes a scope from a narrow wooden box and mounts it. He
- adjusts the eye-piece and clicks in the bolt-action. Upham
- is fascinated.
- UPHAM
- What is that?
- Jackson pulls back the bolt and loads a single, over-sized
- shell.
- JACKSON
- Thirty-ought-six, Norton long-barrel
- with dual-groove, parallel rifling,
- elevated three-glass scope and a
- single-throw hammer.
- UPHAM
- The Army gave you that?
- JACKSON
- Yep.
- UPHAM
- You must be a hell a shot.
- JACKSON
- Not where I come from.
- Jackson sights on a tree about a thousand yards away and
- FIRES. Evaluates. Calibrates the scope. He re-loads.
- Jackson FIRES AGAIN. Evaluates. Perfect. He wipes the
- dirt and sweat from his forehead, puts his eye to the sight
- and waits, absolutely motionless.
- UPHAM
- That must be four thousand yards.
- JACKSON
- (without taking his
- eye from the scope)
- Forty-two-hundred, I figure.
- UPHAM
- You take account of the wind?
- Jackson doesn't dignify that with an answer but he looks
- back with an expression that clearly says, "What are you,
- some kind of fucking idiot?" Reiben puts himself between
- Upham and Jackson.
- REIBEN
- (put-on Southern accent)
- Dang right, he take 'count of the
- wind, ain't ya'll ever heard a
- Kentucky windage?
- Jackson keeps his eye to the scope and his finger on the
- trigger.
- JACKSON
- Reiben, how many time I got to tell
- you, I'm from Tennessee.
- REIBEN
- They got squirrels there, too, right?
- Jackson FIRES. Waits. A tiny smile. He starts taking apart
- the rifle. A very impressed Captain Hamill barks to his
- radioman. Captain Hamill Get a hold of Command, tell them
- the St. Mere road is open.
- The Radioman cranks up his radio. Captain Hamill turns to
- Miller.
- Captain Hamill How far back is the rest of division?
- MILLER
- Very far, they're not coming this
- way, they're going to take Caen first.
- Captain Hamill Goddamn it, I was afraid of that. We're in a
- lot of trouble up here, and it's gonna get worse before it
- gets better. How many men did you bring?
- MILLER
- Five, but we not staying, we're on
- our way to Ramelle.
- Captain hamill Shit, are you the guys going up to find Private
- Ryan?
- MILLER
- Yeah, you know about that?
- Captain hamill Command radioed, wanted to know if he came in
- with the early wounded or dead.
- Several of CAPTAIN HAMILL'S MEN, among them a GENTLE-FACED
- PRIVATE, prick up their ears at the mention of Private Ryan.
- Captain hamill We're supposed to tell you, they intercepted
- a German transmission after you left. The Krauts have two
- companies on their way to Ramelle to take back that bridge,
- they'll be there sometime late tomorrow.
- MILLER
- Wonderful.
- Captain Hamill If Ryan's alive, you'd better get him the
- hell out of there before those Krauts show up.
- MILLER
- How do we get out of here?
- Captain hamill You don't, until tonight, we're hemmed in
- real tight. After dark you try to slip out to the east. If
- you tip-toe, stay off the main roads and roll a few sevens,
- you've got a fair chance of making it up to Ramelle by
- tomorrow night.
- Miller processes the information. Captain Hamill shakes his
- head.
- Captain hamill Tough, huh? Three brothers?
- Miller shrugs.
- Captain hamill We sure as hell could use your help here, but
- I understand what you're doing?
- MILLER
- Yeah?
- Captain hamill Good luck.
- MILLER
- Thanks.
- Captain hamill I mean it. Find him. Get him home.
- Miller is a bit taken aback by Captain Hamill's forceful
- sincerity. Then he shakes it off and motions to his men.
- MILLER
- Let's find someplace to hole up.
- Miller nods to Captain Hamill, then, as he moves to the head
- of the alley, Miller passes Upham.
- UPHAM
- Sir, I'm sorry about what happened,
- I...
- MILLER
- (interrupting)
- It was nothing.
- UPHAM
- But you could have gotten killed and
- I...
- MILLER
- (interrupting)
- Like I said, it was nothing.
- (to the men)
- Don't bunch up.
- He takes off, crouch-running back down the block. Upham
- watches him go.
- UPHAM
- Did you see what he did, back there?
- He stepped right into the open, so I
- could get across.
- JACKSON
- Shit, that was no big deal.
- WADE
- They can't kill him.
- SARGE
- Like hell they can't.
- REIBEN
- Wade's right, it's some kind of
- scientific, magnetic thing, I can't
- explain it, but I've seen it.
- WADE
- We all have, he's got nine lives, or
- he's bulletproof, or some damn thing.
- The men are equal parts joking and admiring. Sarge is
- neither.
- SARGE
- No one's bulletproof. No one.
- (beat)
- C'mon, stay low.
- Sarge takes off after Miller.
- EXT. ST. MERE CATHEDRAL - DUSK
- Miller and his men are bivouaced in the middle of the ruins
- of a medieval church. Miller, settled into a comfortable
- spot in the debris, eating his K-rations, looks very relaxed.
- Reiben paces.
- REIBEN
- Captain, could you please explain
- the math of this mission to me?
- MILLER
- Sure, what do you want to know?
- REIBEN
- Well, sir, in purely arithmetic terms,
- since when does six equal one? What's
- the sense in risking six guys to
- save one?
- MILLER
- Ours is not to reason why.
- REIBEN
- Huh?
- MILLER
- Never mind, don't worry, we'll pick
- up this kid, high-tail it back to
- division, everything'll work out
- fine.
- REIBEN
- I'd much rather die in Caen than
- Ramelle, sir. It's a personal thing.
- MILLER
- Reiben, there's a fairly good chance
- you're not going to die at all.
- REIBEN
- Easy for you to say, sir.
- (beat)
- Fucking James Ryan, I'd like to wring
- his fucking neck.
- SARGE
- Jesus, Reiben, think of the poor
- bastard's mother.
- REIBEN
- Hey, I got a mother. Jackson, you
- got a mother?
- JACKSON
- Last I knew.
- REIBEN
- Wade, Sarge, Corporal Insect, all of
- us, hell, I'll bet even the Captain
- has a mother.
- Miller smiles. Reiben eyes him and reconsiders.
- REIBEN
- Well, maybe not the Captain, but the
- rest of us have mothers.
- MILLER
- You have orders, too.
- JACKSON
- Sir, I have an opinion on this matter.
- MILLER
- I'd love to hear it.
- JACKSON
- Seems to me, Cap'n, this mission is
- a serious misallocation of valuable
- military resources. Miller Go on.
- JACKSON
- Well, sir, by my way a thinkin' I am
- a finely made instrument of warfare.
- What I mean by that is, if you was
- to put me with this here sniper rifle
- anywhere up to and includin' one
- mile from Adolf Hitler, with a clear
- line of sight, war's over.
- Miller nods.
- MILLER
- Reiben, I want you to listen closely
- to Jackson. This is the way to gripe.
- Jackson, continue.
- JACKSON
- Yes, sir. It seems to me, sir, that
- the entire resources of the United
- States Army oughta be dedicated to
- one thing and one thing only, and
- that is to put me and this here weapon
- on a rooftop, smack-dab in the middle
- of Berlin, Germany. Now I ain't one
- to question decisions made up on
- high, sir, but it seems to me that
- saving one private, no matter how
- grievous the losses of his family,
- is a waste of my God-given talent.
- MILLER
- Wade?
- WADE
- Hell, I don't mind this mission,
- sir, as long as there's something up
- at Ramelle for...
- REIBEN
- (finishing Wade's
- sentence)
- ...for you to blow up, yeah, yeah,
- we heard that.
- MILLER
- Upham?
- UPHAM
- Pass.
- MILLER
- Sarge?
- SARGE
- I'm just here to keep a bunch of
- numb-nuts, including one certain,
- frequently suicidal, tempter-of-fate,
- from getting themselves killed.
- Reiben eyes Miller.
- REIBEN
- And what about you, Captain?
- Miller looks at Reiben, shocked.
- MILLER
- Reiben, what's the matter with you?
- I don't gripe to you. I'm a captain.
- There's a chain of command. Griping
- goes one way, up, only up, never
- down. You gripe to me, I gripe to
- my superior officers. Up, get it?
- I don't gripe to you, I don't gripe
- in front of you. How long you been
- in the army?
- REIBEN
- I'm sorry, sir, I apologize.
- (beat)
- But if you weren't a captain, or if
- I were a major, what would you say?
- Miller considers his response.
- MILLER
- In that case, I would say this is an
- excellent mission, with an extremely
- valuable objective, worthy of my
- best efforts.
- Reiben rolls his eyes. Miller plays it straight, with no
- obvious sarcasm.
- MILLER
- (continuing)
- In addition, as I pointed out earlier,
- I have a fondness for cheese and I
- hope to have the opportunity to sample
- some of the Ramelle products, when
- we arrive there, to see if they live
- up to their excellent reputation.
- Moreover, I feel heartfelt sorrow
- for the mother of Private James Ryan
- and I'm more than willing to lay
- down my life, and the lives of my
- men, especially you, Reiben, to help
- relieve her suffering. The men
- thoroughly enjoy the performance.
- REIBEN
- Sir, if you were not a captain, I
- would compliment you, now, for being
- an excellent liar.
- MILLER
- But I am a captain. If I were not a
- captain, I would thank you for the
- compliment and tell you that the
- ability to lie comes from being a
- top-notch poker player, which I am,
- having learned at the side of my
- mother who is, by popular acclaim,
- the best poker player in...
- The men all learn forward expectantly, believing they're
- about to find out Miller's home town. Miller smiles.
- MILLER
- (continuing)
- ...my home town, which shall remain
- un-named.
- The men ease back, disappointed.
- MILLER
- Any further thoughts on the subject?
- REIBEN
- Yes, sir, as a final note, I'd like
- to say, fuck our orders, fuck Ramelle,
- fuck the cheese capital of France
- and while we're at it, fuck Private
- James Ryan.
- MILLER
- I'll make a note of your suggestions
- but I'll leave that last one to you,
- especially if he's already dead.
- The men wince and laugh. Miller checks his watch and gets
- serious.
- MILLER
- We move out in two hours, try and
- get some sleep.
- The men know when to can it. Without another word, they all
- settle down into the debris, close their eyes and try to
- follow Miller's order. Upham looks around at these strange
- men, then, a simple, hard glare from Miller makes him follow
- suit.
- Miller looks at his men, then pulls out his map case and his
- flashlight. He turns it on, in the dim glow of the light,
- he studies his maps while his men rest.
- EXT. ST. MERE CATHEDRAL - NIGHT (LATER)
- Dark. ARTILLERY RUMBLES IN THE DISTANCE. Reiben, Jackson,
- Wade and Upham sleep. Miller still sits in the glow of his
- flashlight, studying his maps. Sarge lies near him, awake,
- watching him. Sarge notices some unopened envelopes in
- Miller's map case and speaks quietly to him.
- SARGE
- You ever going to open those letters?
- Miller keeps his eyes on the maps.
- MILLER
- Maybe.
- SARGE
- It's not normal, not reading letters
- from home.
- MILLER
- Since when have things been normal?
- SARGE
- You got me. Afraid of bad news?
- MILLER
- Nope.
- SARGE
- Good news?
- Miller looks at Sarge. A moment passes between the two of
- them, then miller takes refuge in the maps. Sarge looks at
- the men.
- SARGE
- You think they'll be alright?
- MILLER
- They're fine. As long as they can
- gripe, they'll be alright.
- SARGE
- And what about you?
- Miller considers the question, doesn't answer.
- MILLER
- They guys here aren't going to be
- able to hold out until battalion
- shows up.
- SARGE
- Nope.
- MILLER
- Command isn't going to let them
- withdraw and the Germans sure as
- hell aren't going to let them
- surrender.
- SARGE
- Three for three.
- MILLER
- If we stayed, we could make a
- difference.
- SARGE
- You're kidding yourself.
- MILLER
- You never know.
- They sit in silence for a moment.
- SARGE
- I hope this boy Ryan is worth it.
- MILLER
- Now you're the one kidding yourself.
- (beat)
- Hell of a mission.
- SARGE
- Yup, hell of a mission.
- Miller looks at his watch, rises and barks at the men.
- MILLER
- Rise and shine, boys. Let's go.
- Grumbling, the men get up and start shouldering up their
- gear.
- EXT. ST. MERE STREET - NIGHT
- SMALL ARMS FIRE ECHOES through the village. DISTANT ARTILLERY
- BOOMS. Miller leads his men from the ruins of the cathedral
- toward the outskirts of town. They're just a small squad,
- but these six, heavily-armed men, in full battle gear, are
- very formidable-looking.
- EXT. ST. MERE - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT
- Miller's men are getting ready to move out. Captain Hamill
- and a few of his men are there to see them off. Suddenly:
- A FLASH OF LIGHT APPEARS ON THE HORIZON
- Then REPEATED FLASHES OF LIGHT. The sky is on fire. The
- AIR TREMBLES. A FAR OFF RUMBLING THUNDER ROLLS over the
- countryside like a tidal wave.
- Then, THE OPPOSITE HORIZON LIGHTS UP AS WELL.
- IT'S A MASSIVE ARTILLERY BATTLE. The MAGNITUDE OF THE FURY
- is incredible, strange, other-worldly.
- EVERY MAN THERE IS TRANSFIXED.
- Frozen in place. The lights play on their faces.
- MILLER looks down and sees his hand quivering.
- SARGE notices, says nothing.
- MILLER stares at his hand, forcing it to stop. Their eyes
- go back to the BLAZING SKY.
- SARGE
- (awe-struck)
- Makes you feel small, doesn't it?
- MILLER
- It doesn't take this.
- Upham's face shows more fear than awe.
- UPHAM
- I wasn't made for this.
- MILLER
- (bitterly)
- You think the rest of us were?
- Upham recoils. Miller instantly regrets his words. He turns
- to Upham and sees that he's really scared. Miller get a
- hold of himself and speaks gently.
- MILLER
- Don't worry, Upham, God'll protect
- you, this shit's gonna keep him up
- all night, anyway.
- Upham manages a slight smile. Miller watches the lights for
- a moment more, then he pretends to shrug it off.
- MILLER
- Let's go, this ain't what they pay
- us for.
- Captain Hamill is next to snap himself out of it. He points
- the way.
- Captain hamill Along the wall, about thirty yards, there's a
- gate, on the other side, a drainage ditch, stay low until
- you clear the second field, then you'll hit the woods.
- As Miller and his men shoulder their gear and prepare to
- move out, on of Captain Hamill's men, the Gentle-Faced Private
- who was so interested in the talk of Private Ryan, steps up
- with a couple bandoleers of B.A.R. ammo. He offers them to
- Reiben.
- Gentle-faced private Here.
- Reiben looks at the bandoleers and is about to give a smart-
- ass response, when a look at the Gentle-Faced Private's
- vulnerable expression stops the comment dead.
- Gentle-faced private My older brother was killed at
- Guadalcanal...these might come in handy.
- Reiben takes the ammo.
- REIBEN
- (gently)
- Just what I need.
- Miller steps over, takes the bandoleers from Reiben and hands
- them back to the Gentle-Faced Private.
- MILLER
- Thanks, but you may need these more
- than us, or Ryan.
- Captain Hamill nods to the Gentle-Faced Private who takes
- the ammo back.
- MILLER
- Let's move out.
- Miller and his men head off along the wall into the darkness,
- lit intermittently by the distant flashes. Captain Hamill
- and his beleaguered men, watch them go with dread and a
- strange bit of hope.
- EXT. FRENCH COUNTRY SIDE - NIGHT
- The FINAL RUMBLES of the DISTANT ARTILLERY fade away. The
- night is dark. The band of six Americans makes their way
- warily along a French cart path. Sarge eases up alongside
- Miller and speaks quietly to him. The others don't overhear.
- Sarge How long's your hand been shaking?
- MILLER
- A couple of weeks. It started in
- Portsmouth when they brought us down
- for loading.
- SARGE
- Is it getting worse?
- MILLER
- No. It comes and goes. It stops
- when I look at it.
- SARGE
- You may have to find yourself a new
- line of work, this one doesn't seem
- to agree with you anymore.
- MILLER
- I'll be alright.
- Sarge looks at Miller, closely, evaluating him, they walk
- on.
- EXT. FRENCH CART PATH - NIGHT (LATER)
- Farther along. The men are tired but alert. Jackson is at
- point. Miller behind him. The others at intervals. Sarge
- brings up the rear.
- A SOUND. Jackson stops. No one speaks, they communicate
- only with hand signals.
- JACKSON SIGNALS to Miller, ten, twenty, thirty men coming.
- MILLER SIGNALS for the men to get off the path. They ease
- into the brush. An instant later, a PAIR WARY GERMAN INFANTRY
- MEN appear.
- REIBEN grips his B.A.R. and looks to Miller for permission
- to open up. Miller shakes his head and signals, "let them
- go." A moment later AN ENTIRE PLATOON OF GERMANS rounds the
- bend. Fifty men. Heavily armed. REIBEN breathes a sigh of
- relief and lowers hi B.A.R.
- THE GERMAN PLATOON passes, their boots no more than two feet
- from the faces of the hidden Americans. Upham is wide-eyed
- with fear. The others are stone-faced.
- THE GERMANS PASS.
- MILLER MOTIONS for his men to hold their positions.
- UPHAM doesn't see the signal. He stands, breathing a sigh
- of relief, just as a GERMAN WHIP-TAIL SQUAD appears, trailing
- the platoon by thirty meters, protecting their rear.
- UPHAM FREEZES. He's standing, barely in the shadows, nearly
- exposed. Shitting bricks.
- Pissed, MILLER prepares to fire. The Whip-tail squad
- approaches.
- Then, the GERMANS PASS, miraculously, not seeing Upham in
- the shadows. They walk on and disappear. Upham is weak-
- kneed, amazed that he's still alive.
- MILLER shoots a devastating glare at him, then signals the
- rest of the men to follow him into the woods. Upham scurries
- after Miller, staying close on his heels.
- EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
- The little band of Americans walks along the edge of a field,
- parallel to a cart path. Wary.
- Miller notices Jackson and Wade drifting too close to each
- other. He SNAPS HIS FINGERS, getting their attention, and
- motions curtly for them to open it up a bit. They do so.
- EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
- Dark. FAINT DISTANT ARTILLERY. Miller checks the map as
- Sarge shines a red flashlight on an array of directional
- signs. One of them reads: "Ramelle 16 Km." Miller puts
- away the map. Checks the horizon. The first glow of dawn
- is visible.
- MILLER
- It'll be light, soon. Let's pick it
- up.
- EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE - DAWN
- First light. The SOUND OF DISTANT GUNS has been replaced by
- the CHIRPING OF BIRDS. The Americans are taking five.
- Miller stands, a bit apart from the others, looking out at
- the view. It's lovely. Dew shimmers on the long grass.
- The war is far away.
- Upham walks next to him. They look out at the view together
- without speaking for a moment.
- MILLER
- It looks like a Renoir.
- UPHAM
- Yes. Do you know Sibelius' Fourth
- Symphony, The Normandy?
- MILLER
- I've been humming it.
- UPHAM
- I heard.
- MILLER
- It seemed appropriate.
- UPHAM
- You know classical music?
- MILLER
- Some.
- UPHAM
- Where are you from, Captain?
- Miller smiles.
- MILLER
- What's the pool up to?
- Upham smiles, caught.
- UPHAM
- Over three-hundred.
- MILLER
- I'll tell you what, if I'm still
- alive when it hits five-hundred,
- I'll let you know and we'll split
- the money.
- UPHAM
- If that's the way you feel, why don't
- we wait until it's up to a thousand.
- MILLER
- I don't expect to live that long.
- Upham looks closely at Miller and sees that he means it.
- UPHAM
- Five hundred, then.
- Miller takes a last look at the view and allows himself to
- feel an overwhelming wave of sadness. Then he turns himself
- back into a commander and barks at Upham.
- MILLER
- Let's go, private.
- Miller strides away. Upham watches him, trying to figure
- him out, then he simply follows him.
- EXT. HEDGEROW LANE - DAWN
- The seven Americans walk along a hedgerow lane, untouched by
- war. Spreading trees arch gently over the lane which is
- lined with hedgerows, thick, rooted masses, impenetrable,
- hundred of years old.
- Miller sees SMOKE AHEAD. He motions to the men. They
- advance. Ext. french farm - day A burning house and barn.
- An old FRENCH FARMER kneels on the ground, weeping, next to
- this SLAUGHTERED FAMILY, two adult women, an adult male and
- a boy, no more than ten. His animals, a pair of cows and a
- draft horse and some pigs are dead as well, shot to pieces.
- A DEAD AMERICAN PARATROOPER lies sprawled in the dirt with
- empty shell casings around his body.
- Miller and his men approach carefully. Miller motions to
- Upham who squats down next to the French Farmer and speaks
- gently to him in French.
- The FARMER SPEAKS SOFTLY as if in a trance. Upham stands
- and translates.
- UPHAM
- Five nights ago, he found this
- paratrooper caught in a tree with a
- broken leg. The leg got infected.
- Last night he went to Ville Cholet
- to get a doctor. The doctor refused
- to come and when he got back, this
- is what he found. The Krauts must
- have shown up while he was gone.
- MILLER
- Did he see any sign of them?
- Upham gently asks. The FARMER ANSWERS.
- UPHAM
- No, but he heard firing, just east,
- less that a kilometer.
- MILLER
- Thank him and tell him we're sorry
- about his loss.
- Miller heads off without glancing back. The men hesitate.
- Sarge jerks his head for them to move out. They do so.
- Upham squats down and speaks softly to the Farmer, puts his
- hand on the man's shoulder, then rises and follows the others.
- EXT. HEDGEROW FIELD - DAY
- A beautiful, hedgerow-lined field of tall grass. The last
- of the dew and morning mist is just burning off.
- The six Americans walk carefully through the woods to the
- edge of the field.
- Miller notices something. He silently signals stop, crouches
- and scans the field and the hedgerow on the far side.
- Sarge and Jackson ease up next to him. Jackson points to
- some trees nearby, freshly shattered and pock-marked with
- bullets.
- Wade calls quietly from a tangle of roots and brush.
- WADE
- Captain.
- Staying low, they join Wade who has found:
- TWO DEAD AMERICAN PARATROOPERS
- A trail of blood and flattened grass leads from the field.
- MILLER, SARGE AND JACKSON
- Crawl to the edge of the field, scan the far hedgerow. The
- others crawl up behind them.
- MILLER
- Where?
- JACKSON
- In the shadow by those two trees.
- MILLER
- My guess, too.
- UPHAM
- What is it?
- MILLER
- A machine gun.
- Miller eases back from the edge of the field into the cover
- of the brush. He stands and takes off his pack.
- REIBEN
- Sir, I've got an idea, let's go
- around.
- MILLER
- We can't leave it here.
- JACKSON
- We left them eighty-eights.
- MILLER
- They don't send planes to put out
- machine guns.
- (beat)
- Two flank runners with surpressing
- fire. I'm going right, whoever goes
- left has to be fast.
- Upham steels himself and steps forward.
- UPHAM
- Sir, I ran the 220 in high school.
- REIBEN
- He's fast, Captain, I saw him.
- Miller takes Upham's measure. Wade laughs with a sneer.
- WADE
- How fast?
- UPHAM
- Twenty-four-five.
- WADE
- Shit, that's nothing, I ran twenty-
- two flat.
- MILLER
- Wade goes left.
- Wade joins Miller in peeling off his extra gear. Upham is
- impressed.
- UPHAM
- Twenty-two flat?
- Wade takes a grenade from Upham's chest strap.
- WADE
- I would have won the states if some
- bastard hadn't tripped me in the
- finals.
- Miller points the others to their firing positions.
- MILLER
- Sarge, Upham, here. Jackson, Reiben,
- ten yards, either side.
- As they take their positions, Miller and Sarge speak quietly,
- out of earshot of the men.
- SARGE
- Rule of thumb, Captain, says you
- ought to detail this one, instead of
- going yourself.
- Miller looks at the two dead paratroopers.
- MILLER
- Yeah? What rule of thumb is that?
- SARGE
- How about I go right, sir?
- MILLER
- How about you take your position?
- Sarge hesitates.
- SARGE
- How about...?
- MILLER
- (interrupting)
- How about you shut up and take your
- position?
- Sarge nods.
- SARGE
- Yes, sir.
- Sarge finds a spot. Miller joins Wade. Miller waits near
- Upham as the other men settle into their firing positions.
- UPHAM
- Good luck, Captain.
- MILLER
- Don't need it, I'm a cat, I've got
- five lives.
- UPHAM
- The men said, nine.
- MILLER
- What do they know?
- (beat)
- I had nine, but I feel through the
- ice when I was seven, my brother
- pulled me out. Then I used one when
- a grenade landed in my foxhole in
- Sicily, it was a dud. I figure one
- on the beaches, one on the cliffs
- and two getting here.
- UPHAM
- That only leaves three.
- MILLER
- Plenty.
- Miller sees that the men are in position. He nods to Wade.
- MILLER
- Ready?
- WADE
- Yes, sir.
- Miller and Wade take deep breaths. Miller Now.
- MILLER AND WADE TAKE OFF AT FULL RUNS.
- Onto opposite sides of the field. Nothing happens for a
- moment. Then:
- A HEAVY GERMAN MACHINE GUN OPENS UP. MURDEROUSLY LOUD.
- SHATTERING THE QUIET.
- IN THE NEST
- A squad of Germans, dug deep, BLASTING
- THE MACHINE GUN, a BIG SCHWARZLOSE
- 8MM, a stunningly powerful weapon.
- Four Germans in the nest, four more
- outlying riflemen.
- MILLER
- Takes the FIRST FIRE. He HITS THE
- DIRT. The BULLETS SCREAM just over
- him.
- THE MACHINE GUN SWINGS TOWARD WADE MILLER JUMPS UP AND SPRINTS
- WADE HITS THE DIRT
- The BULLETS GRAZE the back of his helmet.
- SARGE, REIBEN, JACKSON, UPHAM
- Zero the machine gun. FIRE fast as they can. Their BULLETS
- THUD INEFFECTUALLY into the hedgerow.
- THE MACHINE GUN SWINGS BACK TOWARD MILLER WADE JUMPS UP AND
- SPRINTS MILLER HITS THE DIRT
- Bullets SMASH into the ground all around Miller.
- SARGE
- FIRES A LONG BURST from his Thompson.
- No effect. Pissed. POPS THE CLIP.
- SLAMS in another. FIRES.
- THE MACHINE GUN SWINGS FROM MILLER
- He rises and runs. Fast. Almost to the far hedgerow.
- WADE
- Ten more yards. Too slow. A deadly
- row of BULLETS KICK UP DIRT toward
- him.
- MILLER
- Makes it to the far side. Scrambles
- up the roots. Dives through the
- brush.
- WADE
- On a slight rise. Can't hit the
- dirt. A line of bullets. Desperately
- sprints.
- WADE IS HIT. HEAVY BULLETS RIP APART HIS BELLY. He spins.
- Goes down.
- SARGE, UPHAM AND THE OTHERS are horrified. FIRE at the nest.
- MILLER
- STRUGGLES through the hedgerow.
- Stumbles onto the path. Rolls to
- his feet, running. Swings his
- Thompson into firing position. Racing
- toward the nest.
- SARGE AND THE OTHERS POUR FIRE at the nest.
- MILLER
- Tearing along the path. Sees a German
- rifleman. FIRES A BURST. CUTS HIM
- DOWN. Runs over the body without
- breaking stride.
- SARGE STEPS INTO THE OPEN, INTENTIONALLY DRAWING THE GERMAN
- FIRE from Miller.
- The GERMANS ZERO SARGE. BULLETS THUD all around him. Somehow
- he's not hit.
- MILLER
- TEARS THROUGH THE TREES. BLASTS his
- Thompson. CUTS DOWN two more German
- riflemen. Grabs a grenade. Pulls
- the pin.
- THE NEST
- The Germans see Miller coming. Wheel
- from Sarge. Too late.
- MILLER
- THROWS the grenade, VEERS and DIVES.
- THE GRENADE EXPLODES. The four Germans in the nest are
- KILLED.
- SARGE hollers to the others.
- SARGE
- HOLD YOUR FIRE!
- MILLER
- Rolls to his feet. FIRE another
- BURST. KILLS the last of the German
- riflemen. Doesn't pause. RUNS onto
- the field.
- SARGE AND THE OTHERS
- See Miller running toward Wade. They instantly RACE onto
- the field.
- WADE
- Lies in the grass. Holding his belly.
- Astonished by the pain.
- ALL THE AMERICANS RUN
- Converging on Wade. Miller points, and yells, without slowing
- down.
- MILLER
- REIBEN, UPHAM, PERIMETER! COVER!
- REIBEN AND UPHAM
- Stop instantly. Turn toward the
- perimeter of the field.
- SARGE
- Roots through his medical kit as he
- runs. Dropping and scattering
- inessentials behind him.
- WADE
- Wide-eyed. Not even writhing. Too
- much pain.
- MILLER AND SARGE GET TO WADE
- Throw themselves onto the ground next to him. They both
- tear out sulfa-packs. Sarge frantically fumbles. Ripping
- one open. Powder spills.
- REIBEN AND UPHAM repeatedly glance back at Wade.
- SARGE
- Pulls Wade's hands from the wound.
- Pours sulfa powder.
- MILLER
- About to pour his sulfa. Sees the
- wound. Stops. Knows it's fatal.
- MILLER
- Damn it!
- Throws the sulfa aside. Quickly pulls out a morphine pack.
- SARGE
- Fumbles with a second sulfa bag.
- SARGE
- Sulfa, more sulfa...
- WADE
- Frozen in agony. Looks at Miller.
- Sees him preparing the morphine shot.
- They both know.
- WADE
- Yeah...morphine...make it a
- double...huh...Captain...?
- MILLER
- SHOVES THE NEEDLE into Wade's neck.
- Thick vein. Pumps the morphine
- straight to Wade's brain. Motions
- impatiently to Sarge.
- MILLER
- More morphine, hurry up, come on,
- come on...
- SARGE
- Hesitates. Then drops his sulfa.
- Fumbles in his pack. Finds the
- morphine.
- MILLER
- Snatches the morphine from Sarge.
- Quickly and efficiently prepares a
- second shot. He's done this before.
- REIBEN
- On guard, glancing back. Pissed
- off.
- REIBEN
- Goddamn it...Goddamn it...Goddamn
- it...
- UPHAM
- Freaked out. Trying to keep his
- eyes on the perimeter. Can't.
- JACKSON
- Watching.
- MILLER
- Gives Wade the second shot.
- WADE
- Feels the effects of the first shot.
- He sees Upham and manages a pained
- smile.
- WADE LOCKS EYES WITH MILLER. Looking at him without blame,
- without forgiveness. Drifts with the morphine. Then: WADE
- DIES
- ALL ARE FROZEN IN PLACE
- UPHAM begins to weep.
- REIBEN FURIOUSLY MUTTERS:
- REIBEN
- Goddamn it...Goddamn it...Goddamn
- it...
- MILLER
- Is silent. Motionless. He gently
- closes Wade's eyes. His hand quivers
- slightly as he unclips one of Wades
- dogtags. He fumbles and drops it.
- Sarge notices.
- Miller stares at his hand and steadies it before the men
- see. He picks up the dogtag and pockets it.
- Then Miller carefully re-packs the un-used morphine and sulfa,
- rises and picks up his Thompson.
- Upham shakes his head.
- UPHAM
- That was no twenty-two flat.
- Miller SLAMS A FRESH CLIP into his Thompson.
- MILLER
- He lied. Let's move out.
- Miller turns and walks away without looking back. The men
- hesitate, then slowly follow him.
- EXT. FRENCH COUNTRY COW PATH - DAY
- A narrow footpath, arched over by trees, almost a tunnel.
- The five G.I.'s walk, spread out.
- REIBEN
- Fuck Private James Ryan, fuck him,
- just fuck the goddamned son-of-a-
- bitch.
- JACKSON
- Shut up, will you?
- REIBEN
- You shut up, this is the most fucked
- up mission I ever heard of. Goddamned
- Ryan, fuck the little bastard.
- JACKSON
- Just shut up, Ryan didn't kill Wade.
- REIBEN
- The hell he didn't.
- Miller motions to them curtly.
- MILLER
- Keep it down.
- They shut up. Miller falls in step to Sarge. Speaks quietly,
- the men don't hear.
- MILLER
- We've got to find someplace to hole
- up for a bit.
- Sarge looks at Miller closely.
- SARGE
- You alright?
- MILLER
- Let's just find someplace.
- EXT. NARROW GULLY - DAY
- Miller leads the men into a heavily overgrown gully. A good
- hiding place.
- MILLER
- Rest. One hour. Jackson, Reiben,
- perimeter. Keep your eyes open.
- I'm going to re-con.
- Miller speaks authoritatively and says the right things, but
- there's something missing. It's subtle. Only Sarge notices.
- He watches Miller head off into the brush alone.
- EXT. SMALL CLEARING - DAY
- Miller walks into a small clearing, slows then stops. The
- life drains from him. He stands there, looking at the dirt,
- tilting his head, this way and that, as if listening for
- faint, distant voices. His face shows a battle raging within,
- as he fights to keep from losing it entirely. Behind him,
- Sarge steps to the edge of the clearing and watches. Miller
- senses his presence, turns and looks at him if he were a
- thousand miles away. Sarge sits down on a log and waits.
- MILLER
- What was the name of that kid at
- Anzio, the one who got his face burned
- off?
- SARGE
- Vecchio.
- MILLER
- Yeah, Vecchio, I couldn't remember
- his name, he was a good kid, remember
- how he used to walk on his hands and
- sing that song about the man on flying
- trapeze?
- SARGE
- Yeah.
- MILLER
- You know why I'm such a good officer?
- Because of my mother. Have I ever
- told you about her?
- SARGE
- Bits and pieces.
- MILLER
- She's the best poker player you ever
- saw. My father used to go to these
- Saturday night games and lose his
- shirt. Finally, my mother gave him
- an ultimatum, either she gets a
- regular seat at the table or she
- locks him in every Saturday night.
- He squawked and so did his buddies
- but after a while they gave in and
- from the first night she sat down,
- she never lost. She could read those
- cocky bastards like they were playing
- open hands. And he bluffs? He had
- sixteen levels of bullshit. Her
- eyes, the tone of her voice, her
- bets, her jokes, the way she sipped
- her coffee, she was a master. She
- won more money on shit hands than
- anyone in the history of the game.
- Every Saturday night, my father would
- lose two, three hundred bucks and
- she'd win it all back and then some.
- And I'd stand there, glued to her
- shoulder, from the time I was five
- years old, watching every hand, every
- move, studying how she did it.
- (beat)
- That's why I'm such a good officer,
- I can look at a man's face and tell
- you exactly what he's holding, and
- if it's a shit hand, I know just
- what cards to deal him.
- SARGE
- And what about your own hand?
- MILLER
- No problem. A pair of deuces? Less?
- So what? I bluff. It used to tear
- me apart when I'd get one of my men
- killed, but what was I supposed to
- do? Break down in front of the ones
- who were standing there waiting for
- me to tell them what to do? Of course
- not, so I bluffed, and after a while,
- I started to fall for my own bluff.
- It was great, it made everything so
- much easier. Sarge Is that why your
- hand's been shaking?
- MILLER
- It could be worse. You know the
- first thing they teach you at O.C.S.?
- Lie to your men.
- SARGE
- Oh, yeah?
- MILLER
- Not in so many words, but they tell
- you you can have all the firepower
- in the world and if your men don't
- have good morale, it's not worth a
- damn. So if you're scared or empty
- or half-a-step from a Section Eight,
- do you tell your men? Of course
- not. You bluff, you lie.
- SARGE
- And how do you bluff yourself?
- MILLER
- Simple, numbers. Every time you
- kill one of your men, you tell
- yourself you just saved the lives of
- two, three, ten, a hundred others.
- We lost, what, thirty-one on the
- cliffs? I'll bet we saved ten times
- that number by putting out those
- guns. That's over three hundred
- men. Maybe five hundred. A thousand.
- Then thousand. Any number you want.
- See? It's simple. It lets you always
- choose mission over men.
- SARGE
- Except this time, the mission IS a
- man.
- MILLER
- That's the rub. I liked Wade. Who's
- Ryan? If they're both standing in
- front of me and I have to shoot one
- or the other, how do I choose? Look
- at my hand, there it goes again.
- SARGE
- John, I've got to tell you, I think
- you're about used up.
- MILLER
- I think you're right, Keith.
- SARGE
- You want me to take over?
- The question helps Miller pull himself back together. He
- looks at his hand and forces it to stop shaking again.
- MILLER
- No, but if I get any worse, you'll
- have to relieve me.
- SARGE
- (sighs)
- Just what I want to do.
- They share a smile.
- MILLER
- You know Wade was the eleventh of
- the twelve, you're the last one still
- alive.
- SARGE
- I know.
- MILLER
- Don't let yourself get killed, if
- you do, they might make me give back
- the medal and then I won't be able
- to lip off to colonels anymore.
- SARGE
- I'll do my best.
- They shake their heads at the madness of it all. Miller
- Hell of a...
- (BEAT)
- Ah, forget it.
- Miller picks up his Thompson and looks around, re-orienting
- himself. He's about ninety-five percent there.
- MILLER
- Thanks for drawing that machine gun
- off me.
- SARGE
- You're welcome, John.
- MILLER
- But, that's my personal brand of
- stupidity, I feel kind of proprietary
- about it, if you do it again, you're
- busted.
- Sarge allows himself a slight smile.
- SARGE
- Yes, sir.
- Miller jerks his head for Sarge to follow. They head back
- to the men.
- EXT. CLEARING - DAY
- The men are all in their private worlds, thinking of Wade.
- No talk. Miller and Sarge walk back into the clearing.
- Miller barks at the men.
- MILLER
- Up. We're moving out.
- REIBEN
- I thought you said we had an hour,
- sir?
- MILLER
- Well now I'm saying we're moving
- out. Get off your ass.
- The men get up. Jackson is a bit slow.
- MILLER
- What the hell's the matter with you,
- Jackson?
- JACKSON
- Sir, I ain't feeling so chipper on
- account of Wade.
- MILLER
- Who's Wade?
- No one responds.
- MILLER
- I said, who the hell is Wade?
- The men exchange looks. Jackson speaks for them.
- JACKSON
- Sir, I understand what you're doin',
- but I respectfully request permission
- to grieve in my own manner.
- MILLER
- You'll grieve the way I tell you to
- goddamned grieve. There is no Wade,
- there was one, but he died a long
- time ago, he's been dead for so long
- you can hardly remember his name,
- you understand?
- JACKSON
- Sir, I understand. I don't like it,
- but I understand.
- MILLER
- Good, now get your goddamned gear.
- The men pick up their equipment and prepare to move out.
- Sarge and Miller exchange a silent look. Miller shakes his
- head to himself, amazed that the men still allow this shit
- to work. He knows they have no choice.
- EXT. FRENCH ROAD - DAY
- Miller and his men walk along the road. The men are silent,
- grim.
- EXT. FRENCH PATH - DAY
- Miller checks his map. figures out where they are. Folds
- up the map, points the way and they move out.
- EXT. FRENCH FIELD - DAY
- More progress. The men are still grim.
- REIBEN
- You know what the best possible thing
- that could happen is?
- JACKSON
- Yep, you step on a rusty nail, get
- lockjaw, never say another word as
- long as you live.
- Miller laughs. Miller I'll bite, Reiben.
- REIBEN
- I've given this a lot of thought,
- sir. The best thing that could happen
- is, we find Ryan and he's dead.
- MILLER
- Why's that?
- REIBEN
- Well, sir, consider the possibilities.
- A: Ryan is alive. We have to take
- him back to the beach. Knowing you,
- you don't let him carry my gear,
- even though he really should, and we
- all get killed, trying to keep him
- alive.
- MILLER
- Except for the last part, that one's
- not bad.
- REIBEN
- B: Ryan is dead. He's been blown
- up by the German equivalent of Wade,
- whose name I know you don't want me
- to mention. There's nothing to find.
- The biggest piece is the size of a
- pea. We wander around, looking for
- him until the Germans pick us off,
- one after another.
- MILLER
- I don't like that one.
- REIBEN
- Neither do I, sir. C: And this is
- the worst one, we find Ryan and he's
- wounded. Not only does he not carry
- my gear, we have to carry his gear.
- And him.
- MILLER
- But we accomplish the mission.
- REIBEN
- Maybe. But what if he dies on the
- way back? you see what I'm saying,
- sir? The best possible situation
- is, he's dead, we find his body,
- more or less intact, we grab one of
- his dog-tags and high-tail it back
- to the beach, or better yet, we head
- over to Caen and catch up with
- division.
- MILLER
- Has anyone ever told you, you're
- officer material?
- REIBEN
- No, sir.
- MILLER
- That's a mystery to me.
- No one smiles, but they trudge a bit less.
- EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY
- The SOUND OF HEAVY FIRING. Miller checks a map in the brush
- near the crossroads. A sign reads: "Ramelle 3 Km." Miller
- folds up the map.
- SARGE
- Looks like we're going to beat those
- Kraut companies to Ramelle.
- Suddenly Miller stops dead. He listens, hearing something
- the others don't hear. He motions for them to freeze, they
- do. The SOUND grows louder. It's an OMINOUS RUMBLE.
- MILLER
- I don't think so.
- EXT. FRENCH ROAD - DAY
- THE RUMBLE turns into the ROAR OF A BIG GERMAN CONVOY. Troop
- trucks, armored personnel carriers, a regiment of crack
- Wehrmacht troops. Heavily armed. Imposing. Crossing a
- bridge.
- CAMERA PANS DOWN TO REVEAL
- Miller and his men crowded into a culvert under the bridge.
- Brush and debris partially shield the ends of the culvert.
- GERMAN FLANK SQUADS
- Hurry along the fields on either
- side of the road, trying to keep up
- with the vehicles. MILLER AND HIS
- MEN Catch a glimpse of an approaching
- German Flank Squad. They flatten
- themselves into the mucky water.
- Ready their weapons. Prepare to
- fire.
- THE GERMAN SQUAD
- Approaches the bridge.
- PAIR OF GERMAN PRIVATES
- See the culvert obscured by brush. Move to check it out.
- MILLER
- Is just about to open up on them.
- THE GERMAN SERGEANT
- Sees his Flank Squad lagging behind
- and CALLS to them.
- THE GERMAN PRIVATES
- Obey. Hurry after the rest of the
- convoy.
- IN THE CULVERT
- The Americans breathe again.
- UPHAM
- I wonder where they're going.
- MILLER
- Same place we are.
- Jackson, at the mouth of the culvert, motions that the coast
- is clear. They head out.
- EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF RAMELLE - DAY
- A gently-sloped valley with scattered farm cottages and small,
- cultivated fields, bordered by ancient, moss-covered stone
- walls. The twos is visible beyond.
- Miller and his men crouch-run to the cover of one of the
- stone walls. Miller pulls out his binoculars.
- ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE FIELD
- There's a large gathering of German troops and vehicles.
- MILLER
- Scans the Germans with his binoculars.
- REIBEN
- Looks like tea time, maybe they're
- Brits.
- UPHAM
- I sure hope so.
- SARGE
- What do you think they're waiting
- for, Captain?
- Just then they hear an OMINOUS RUMBLE, deeper and more
- threatening that that of the convoy. The sound gets LOUDER
- and LOUDER. Miller and his men exchange looks. They know
- that sound, they don't like it.
- FOUR MASSIVE GERMAN TANKS
- Appear down the road, heading for the German soldiers who
- greet them enthusiastically. The tanks are tigers, huge,
- far bigger than an American Sherman. Each one, sixty-two
- tons, with a big 88-mm gun, four heavy machine guns and
- impregnable armor. Each one, an infantryman's nightmare.
- There are four of them.
- MILLER
- Puts away the binoculars and jerks
- his head for his men to follow, low,
- along the wall. The men are happy
- to do so, looking back nervously at
- the German tanks.
- EXT. TOWN SQUARE - RAMELLE - DAY
- The SOUNDS OF SPORADIC SMALL ARMS FIRE. The town square is
- a deserted battlefield, littered with burning debris, shell
- casings and bodies, German and American and a few French
- civilians. Miller and his men enter the square, weapons
- ready, leap-frogging from doorway to doorway.
- Miller and Sarge crouch-run to the cover of some overhanging
- debris. They listen, trying to pinpoint the exact source of
- the firing.
- Sarge motions his guess. Miller nods in agreement. He
- signals for the men to follow him around, not toward, the
- firing.
- They move on, dashing from cover to cover.
- EXT. BRIDGE - RAMELLE - DAY
- A dozen AMERICAN PARATROOPERS on the bridge exchange SPORADIC
- FIRE with a few German snipers hidden in the buildings near
- the bridgehead. The bridge has clearly been the scene of
- heavy fighting. Craters, burning debris and shell casings
- are everywhere. The bridge is intact, only slightly damaged.
- There are dozens of German bodies along the riverbank on
- both sides of the bridge.
- MILLER AND HIS MEN
- Crouch-run and take cover as they get within sight of the
- bridge.
- REIBEN
- Looks like they've been having a
- hell of a party, here, Captain.
- MILLER
- ON THE BRIDGE! WE'RE COMING IN.
- A YOUNG BUT GRIZZLED VOICE calls back.
- VOICE FROM BRIDGE
- KISS MY ASS, FRITZ.
- MILLER
- YOU FIRE AT US AND I'LL DO A HELL OF
- A LOT MORE THAN THAT.
- VOICE FROM BRIDGE
- WHO WON THE '38 ARMY-NAVY GAME?
- Miller turns to his men. They all come up empty.
- MILLER
- I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. HERE WE
- COME.
- (to his men)
- Cover me.
- REIBEN
- What if our guys open up, sir?
- MILLER
- You're only allowed to shoot at
- Germans, that's one of the rules.
- REIBEN
- Have it your way, Captain.
- Miller takes a breath, then DASHES out into the open, toward
- the bridge.
- THE GERMAN SNIPERS OPEN UP
- Bullets SMASH INTO THE GROUND around Miller.
- MILLER'S MEN
- POUR FIRE at the German positions,
- SURPRESSING THE GERMAN FIRE.
- ON THE BRIDGE
- The Paratroopers pour a HEAVY STREAM
- OF BULLETS at the German positions.
- Miller makes it to the bridge and DIVES over a defensive
- jumble of crates, sandbags and bodies.
- He finds himself next to SERGEANT BILL FORREST who was the
- young but grizzled voice that called out. With Forrest are
- some very worn-out, young AMERICAN PARATROOPERS. Miller
- catches his breath. Forrest Navy, sir, twenty-one to
- nineteen. They won on a field goal in overtime.
- MILLER
- I'll keep it in mind.
- (calls to Sarge)
- OKAY, SARGE, ONE AT A TIME.
- Miller and the paratroopers FIRE COVER for Miller's men as
- they come in. Miller and Forrest alternately take and FIRE.
- Forrest Are we glad to see you, sir, we were supposed to
- hold this bridge for twenty-four hours, it's been six days.
- MILLER
- Things are tough all over. We're
- looking for a Private James Ryan.
- Forrest Ryan?
- MILLER
- Is he here?
- Forrest motions to one of the paratroopers.
- Forrest Go get Ryan.
- (TO MILLER)
- What do you want him for, sir?
- Miller doesn't answer. Jackson leaps over the barricade and
- scrambles to them.
- MILLER
- Jackson, get a hold of command.
- Jackson cranks up the five-thirty-five. Miller turns to
- Forrest.
- MILLER
- How many men do you have?
- They pause to FIRE, covering Sarge, the last of Miller's men
- to leap over the barricade.
- Forrest Eleven, sir. We started with thirty-six. The bridge
- was easy to take but the Krauts have been coming back at us
- ever since. They must want it intact or we'd be long gone.
- Jackson speaks into the radio handset, repeating Miller's
- hailing I.D. No response.
- JACKSON
- Not yet.
- MILLER
- Keep trying.
- Forrest Sir, what do you want with Ryan?
- Miller doesn't answer, he looks past Forrest and sees:
- PRIVATE JAMES RYAN
- Dashing from cover to cover, making
- his way toward them. Ryan is an
- American classic, nineteen years
- old, earthy, handsome, sharp, cocky.
- Though he's exhausted, unshaven, and
- smeared with dirt and blood, he's
- very alive. His eyes shine, his
- face has a spark. You can't help
- but love this kid.
- MILLER'S MEN
- All watch Ryan run toward them.
- JACKSON
- So, that's Ryan.
- REIBEN
- Looks like a flaming asshole to me.
- Their eyes remain glued to Ryan as he makes it to the
- barricade. He salutes Miller.
- REIBEN
- I'm Ryan, sir. You wanted to see
- me?
- Miller looks at Ryan for a moment, amazed that he's finally
- face-to-face with him. Ryan waits. Miller hesitates,
- searching for words. Then he speaks gently but clearly.
- Miller Private, I've got some bad news for you. Your brothers
- have been killed in action.
- The life instantly drains from Ryan. His breath comes hard.
- Somehow he remains upright.
- Ryan All three?
- MILLER
- Yes.
- Ryan sways. Miller grabs him and eases him back, leaning
- him against some sandbags.
- THE PARATROOPERS
- Are stunned at the news. They look
- at Ryan, there's nothing else they
- can do.
- MILLER'S MEN
- Also look at Ryan, but then, one
- after another, they turn away,
- adverting their eyes, looking a their
- own boots, the debris on the bridge,
- the sky, anything other than Ryan.
- MILLER
- We've been sent to get you out of
- here. You're going home.
- Ryan weakly waves Miller off. Miller motions to his men and
- the paratroopers to move away. They do so, giving Ryan a
- little room.
- Forrest Three brothers, the poor son-of-a-bitch.
- MILLER
- Sergeant, we're moving out and I'm
- taking you and your men with me.
- Forrest But, sir, our orders are clear, we're to hold this
- bridge until we're relieved by forward elements of the Twenty-
- ninth Division.
- MILLER
- I'm giving you new orders, Sergeant.
- Forrest Sir, you can't do that, these orders are from command.
- MILLER
- I'm not going to leave you and your
- men here to get killed. Get them
- together, we're moving out.
- A VOICE from behind them speaks simply, clearly, firmly.
- RYAN (O.S.)
- No, sir.
- They all turn and see Ryan standing there. Miller is about
- to automatically rip Ryan a new asshole for contradicting
- him, but he quickly calms himself, gently touches Ryan on
- the arm and speaks softly to him.
- MILLER
- Come on, Private, you're going home.
- Ryan jerks away from Miller.
- RYAN
- No, sir.
- All eyes are on Miller and Ryan. Miller remains patient.
- MILLER
- Private. I'm sorry about your
- brothers but staying here and getting
- yourself killed isn't going to help.
- RYAN
- Sir, if the Krauts are holding this
- bridge when division shows up, our
- guys are going to be sitting ducks.
- MILLER
- This bridge cannot be held. The
- Germans have two companies less than
- three miles from here. They have
- tanks.
- That news clearly affects Ryan and the other paratroopers,
- but Ryan holds his ground. Ryan Sir, I'm still not going.
- Miller speaks with restrained, but growing, anger.
- MILLER
- Private, if you want to commit
- suicide, that's your choice, but
- you're going to have to wait until
- after I get you back to the beach.
- And you're not going to take these
- men with you.
- Ryan stands eye-to-eye with Miller.
- RYAN
- I'm not leaving, sir.
- Miller starts to boil over.
- MILLER
- The hell you aren't, you're comin'
- with me if I have to drag you every
- inch of the way. You hear me,
- Private?
- RYAN
- I hear you sir, but I'm not leaving.
- Miller grabs Ryan by the lapels and shakes him. Ryan doesn't
- resist.
- MILLER
- Listen you little son-of-a-bitch
- you're coming with me or
- I'll...I'll...
- Ryan speaks softly.
- RYAN
- What are you going to do, sir, shoot
- me?
- Miller considers it. Then REIBEN SPEAKS UP from behind
- Miller.
- REIBEN
- (politely)
- Uh, excuse me, Captain.
- Miller slowly turns and glares.
- REIBEN
- (continuing)
- So, what are a few tanks, sir?
- Miller's more amazed than pissed off. Reiben smiles.
- REIBEN
- (continuing)
- He's right, we can't shoot him...well,
- we could but we'd get in an enormous
- amount of trouble. And he's right
- about the bridge, it's a hell of a
- lot more important than he is.
- JACKSON STEPS FORWARD.
- JACKSON
- Cap'n...?
- Miller turns his glare on Jackson.
- JACKSON
- (continuing)
- Seems to me, we got us a opportunity,
- here, to kill two birds with one
- stone. Command seems to think keepin'
- this boy alive is worth somethin'.
- If we was to do that and hold this
- bridge, good chance we'd get us a
- bucket full of medals. I might even
- get me one 'a them big, fancy ones
- like you got, so's I could sass any
- officer in the whole dang army, you
- included.
- Miller does a slow burn.
- UPHAM STEPS FORWARD
- UPHAM
- I'd like to stay, too, Captain.
- MILLER
- You don't count.
- SARGE STEPS UP
- SARGE
- I do and personally, I'd rather get
- the hell out of here, but somebody's
- got to stay and take care of you and
- these pin-head privates of yours.
- Miller looks at FORREST AND THE PARATROOPERS.
- Forrest We weren't planning on going anywhere, sir.
- Reiben smiles.
- REIBEN
- See, Captain? The vote's unanimous.
- Miller's eyes almost pop out of his head. Miller The vote?
- What the hell are you talking about? We don't vote. This
- isn't a democracy. This is the army, I give orders, you
- follow them. We don't vote!
- REIBEN
- Yes, sir, of course, sir, I was merely
- speaking hypothetically. IF this
- was a voting situation, then the
- vote would have been unanimous. But
- of course, it's not a voting
- situation, you're the captain, and
- you give the orders, sir.
- MILLER
- You're goddamned right, I give the
- order. Vote! Jesus Christ! Listen
- to me, you little pissant pieces of
- shit, I am the ranking officer here
- and what I say goes, is that clear?
- They all quickly nod.
- JACKSON
- Yes, sir.
- REIBEN
- Of course, sir.
- All the others Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
- Miller looks from face to face.
- MILLER
- In that case...
- (beat)
- I vote we stay.
- That's what they wanted to hear. Miller doesn't give them
- time to enjoy it, he immediately starts barking orders.
- MILLER
- Reiben, the B.A.R., there. Jackson,
- get up on the bridgekeepers hut with
- your sniper rifle. Sarge, you and
- Upham move that machine gun so it
- can cover the left flank, it's
- worthless where it is. Forrest, I
- want a full inventory of all your
- weapons, ammo and ordnance. Go.
- They all hurry off, except for Ryan who locks eyes with Miller
- for a moment.
- RYAN
- Thank you, sir.
- MILLER
- (gruffly gentle)
- Yeah, yeah. I want you right next
- to me, no matter where I go, you
- understand?
- Ryan salutes.
- RYAN
- Yes, sir.
- MILLER
- Alright, come with me.
- Miller shakes his head at himself and strides off to check
- the defensive perimeter with Ryan at his side.
- EXT. BRIDGE - DAY
- Miller and Reiben watch as Forrest, Ryan and a couple other
- paratroopers lay out their weapons and ammo inventory.
- Forrest Two machine guns, twenty-two grenades, two Gammon
- grenades, six satchel charges, twenty-six M-1's, eight Tommy
- guns and about sixty rounds per man.
- MILLER
- That's it?
- Reiben looks at the sparse array of weaponry.
- REIBEN
- Sir, can I change my vote?
- Miller sighs, worried.
- EXT. BRIDGEKEEPER'S HUT - DAY
- Jackson, perched on the bridgekeepers hut, protected by a
- crescent of sandbags. His eye is at his scope. He FIRES.
- A GERMAN SNIPER
- Falls from a window on the edge of
- town, dead.
- UPHAM
- Sits beside Jackson with a pair of
- binoculars, searching for another
- target. The German sniper fire has
- subsided for now. Ext. bridge - day
- Miller watches as Ryan and several
- other paratroopers dig a series of
- trenches across the street, leading
- to the bridge.
- Reiben, Jackson and Upham, stone-faced, watch Ryan.
- Miller eyes the buildings near the bridge head. He speaks
- to Sarge who holds several satchel charges.
- MILLER
- Sarge, see what you can do to make
- those buildings inhospitable.
- SARGE
- Yes, sir.
- Just then they hear the sound of A BIG GUN FIRING IN THE
- DISTANCE. They all turn at the sound.
- UPHAM
- Eighty-eights, right?
- Miller nods.
- UPHAM
- I can tell what the gunners had for
- dinner.
- MILLER
- Those guns are close.
- Forrest Just south of town. The Krauts have a two gun
- emplacement, we saw it on the way in. That's how we knew
- they wanted the bridge intact, they didn't blow the crap out
- of us.
- MILLER
- Let's hope they don't change their
- mind.
- Upham listens to the eighty-eights with particular interest.
- INT. BUILDING - DAY
- Within sight of the bridge. Sarge carefully plants a wire-
- triggered satchel charge at the door of the building. He
- sets the wire, then carefully backs away.
- EXT. BRIDGE - EVENING
- Reiben and Ryan pile sandbags, finishing a forward machine
- gun nest. Miller looks around, evaluating, Sarge and Upham
- at his side.
- SARGE
- What do you think?
- MILLER
- Well, if we had ten times the men
- and a lot more ammo, we might stand
- a chance, but not against those tanks.
- SARGE
- What are we going to do?
- MILLER
- We're going to hope like hell the
- tanks were on their way somewhere
- else.
- REIBEN
- Maybe Caen.
- MILLER
- Let's hope, because we're sure as
- hell not going to do any damage to
- them with what we have here.
- UPHAM
- What about our grenades?
- MILLER
- Those are Tigers, they have six-inch
- armor, they don't even notice
- grenades.
- UPHAM
- Would they notice and eighty-eight?
- MILLER
- Sure, you got one?
- UPHAM
- The Germans do.
- Miller is stone-faced, then he smiles.
- MILLER
- Upham, go find Jackson, he and I are
- going hunting.
- Upham runs off. Sarge shakes his head.
- SARGE
- Uh, oh.
- MILLER
- Out of the mouth of babes.
- EXT. BRIDGEHEAD - NIGHT
- Dark. Miller, Jackson and Forrest darken their faces with
- blackening soot. The rest of Miller's men and several
- paratroopers, including Ryan, look on. Upham is distressed.
- Upham It was my idea, sir, you've got to let me go.
- MILLER
- Upham, you've got to learn the
- difference between whining and
- griping. You can't just rely on
- natural ability, you've got to study
- and practice.
- UPHAM
- But, sir...
- MILLER
- There you go again, that's whining,
- that's not okay.
- UPHAM
- Goddamn it, sir...
- MILLER
- That's better, but you've still got
- a long way to go. Talk to Reiben,
- he's a natural and works at it, he'll
- give you some pointers.
- REIBEN
- Leave him to me, Captain, I'll have
- him pissing and moaning with the
- best of us.
- MILLER
- See to it.
- RYAN Steps up to Miller.
- RYAN
- I'd like to go, sir.
- MILLER
- No, private, I want you to stay here,
- keep your head down, don't do anything
- brave or stupid.
- REIBEN
- Aren't they the same thing, sir?
- Miller smiles.
- MILLER
- Reiben, I don't know what I'd do
- without you. Sarge, keep Ryan close
- to you and alive.
- SARGE
- Yes, sir.
- Miller checks Jackson and Forrest.
- MILLER
- You ready?
- Forrest Yes, sir.
- JACKSON
- You betcha, sir.
- Miller, Forrest and Jackson prepare to move out.
- REIBEN
- (southern accent)
- Y'all come back.
- JACKSON
- Reiben, are you makin' fun 'a the
- way I talk?
- REIBEN
- (heavy southern accent)
- Hell, no!
- Jackson shoots him a glare, then he follows Miller and Forrest
- into the darkness. Sarge, Ryan and the other watch them go.
- EXT. GERMAN EIGHTY-EIGHT EMPLACEMENT - NIGHT
- A German eighty-eight FIRES, sending its big shell into the
- night. It's eight-man crew re-loads.
- IN THE DARKNESS
- A slight movement. It's Miller. He
- crawls to the edge of the emplacement
- and freezes in the shadows.
- A moment later he's joined by Forrest. A moment after that,
- Jackson silently crawls up to them.
- MILLER
- Eyes the emplacement. Looks for a
- weakness. There is none. He motions
- to Forrest and Jackson to wait. The
- three of them settle into the
- darkness.
- EXT. MACHINE GUN NEST - BRIDGE - NIGHT
- Sarge, Upham and Reiben sit with Ryan in the darkness. Ryan
- is lost in thought, far away. One after another, Miller's
- men eye him.
- SARGE
- Private, I'm sorry about your
- brothers.
- Ryan nods. Then, with some difficulty, he makes the trip
- from Iowa back to France. He turns to Sarge. Ryan What was
- the name of the guy who got killed coming up here?
- SARGE
- Wade.
- RYAN
- Wade. Huh, he died coming up here
- to keep me alive...I never met
- him...he didn't know me from Adam,
- strange. What was he like?
- SARGE
- A good man, kind of cheerful, Reiben,
- here, used to call him a happy idiot.
- REIBEN
- Like hell, I did.
- RYAN
- My brothers would be mighty pissed
- off at me, if they knew I let some
- guy get killed trying to keep me
- alive.
- SARGE
- You didn't let anybody get killed,
- you didn't even know we were coming
- up here.
- RYAN
- Sure, I know, but...
- (sighs)
- Goddamn it all...
- The others nod in agreement. They look closely at Ryan.
- EXT. GERMAN EIGHTY-EIGHT EMPLACEMENT - NIGHT
- Dark. No firing. Two German soldiers on watch.
- A SHADOW
- It's Miller. Easing through the
- darkness. Closer to one of the
- sentries.
- Miller sees Jackson easing up behind another sentry. Miller
- nods to Jackson. They move at the same moment. Behind the
- sentries. SLIT THEIR THROATS.
- BEHIND THE EIGHTY-EIGHT
- Forrest removes the wheel-blocks.
- A GERMAN SENTRY
- Approaches. He sees Forrest. Just
- as he's about to open up with his
- sub-machine gun, Miller grabs him
- from behind, STABS him, eases the
- body silently to the ground.
- MILLER AND JACKSON
- Join Forrest at the eighty-eight.
- Together they attach the eighty-eight's carriage to the
- German's truck.
- ANOTHER GERMAN SENTRY
- Rounds a corner. Sees them. OPENS
- UP WITH HIS SUB-MACHINE GUN.
- Forrest DIVES, FIRES BACK.
- OTHER GERMANS
- Race over, FIRING.
- JACKSON
- Covering them, OPENS UP. Kills the
- advancing Germans.
- MILLER frantically attaches the eighty-eight to the truck.
- FORREST CUTS DOWN, several more Germans.
- JACKSON TAKES A GRAZING SHOT IN THE SHOULDER.
- Spins.
- Still FIRING.
- Giving Miller cover.
- MILLER LEAPS into the cab of the truck.
- JACKSON AND FORREST LEAP into the back.
- JACKSON FIRES into the approaching Germans.
- THE WINDSHIELD
- Is shattered by bullets.
- Glass flies everywhere, cutting Miller on the face and hands.
- FORREST
- In the back of the truck.
- Spraying the Germans with his Thompson.
- MILLER FLOORS IT.
- The truck DRIVES through the Germans.
- The Germans FIRE at the truck and trailing eighty-eight.
- MILLER, JACKSON AND FORREST Drive into the night.
- The Germans FIRING after them.
- EXT. ROAD LEADING TO THE BRIDGE - NIGHT
- Miller, Jackson and Forrest barrel down the road through a
- gauntlet of Germans. As they approach the bridge, the other
- American's FIRE COVER for them.
- Miller drives the truck onto the bridge.
- SMASHES INTO THE SANDBAGS
- THE OTHER AMERICANS, with Ryan in the lead, leap over the
- barricade and drag the captured eighty-eight onto the bridge.
- MILLER
- RYAN! GET BACK THERE!
- Ryan ignores him. They get the eighty-eight safely behind
- the barricade. Miller grabs Ryan.
- RYAN
- Sorry, sir.
- Miller fumes. he sees Reiben, Sarge and Upham, shrugging,
- clearly not pissed at Ryan.
- MILLER
- Don't do that again.
- RYAN
- I won't need to sir, it's already
- here, behind the barricade so...
- Miller GROWLS.
- RYAN
- Yes, sir.
- Miller glares at Ryan, then strides off.
- EXT. FIELD - NIGHT
- Miller and Upham carefully dig up a German mine. Very
- gingerly they place it on a growing pile of other mines.
- EXT. ROAD LEADING TO BRIDGE - NIGHT
- Miller and Ryan lay a mine into the dirt. They cover it and
- step back carefully.
- Then they proceed with the next. Upham is covering their
- tracks while Jackson is digging the holes in which they'll
- place the rest of the mines.
- EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT
- Quiet. Dark. Everything is ready. There's nothing to do
- now but wait.
- ON THE BRIDGEKEEPERS HUT
- Reiben and Jackson sit behind the sandbags. They can see
- Ryan sitting in the moonlight about twenty yards away, manning
- the rear machine gun nest with Sarge.
- REIBEN
- What do you think?
- JACKSON
- I think I'm we got that eighty-eight.
- REIBEN
- I mean, Ryan, what do you think of
- him?
- Jackson shrugs.
- JACKSON
- He ain't half-bad, I guess.
- REIBEN
- I guess.
- They're quiet for a moment.
- JACKSON
- He ain't Wade.
- REIBEN
- Nope, he ain't Wade.
- Their eyes keep coming back to Ryan.
- MILLER
- Crouch-runs through the shadows and
- stops at the bridgekeepers hut.
- MILLER
- Reiben...
- Miller points, directing Reiben to the forward machine gun
- nest.
- REIBEN
- Yes, sir.
- REIBEN jumps down and moves forward.
- MILLER runs across the bridge and joins Sarge and Ryan in
- the rear machine gun nest.
- MILLER
- You set? Sarge nods.
- RYAN
- Yes, sir.
- Miller and Sarge exchange a look. Then Miller slips off to
- check the others.
- EXT. BRIDGE - DAWN
- First light. The Americans are ready for battle. WE SEE
- them in their positions:
- REIBEN AND UPHAM
- Manning the forward machine gun nest.
- JACKSON
- Behind the sandbags, on top of the
- bridgekeeper's hut.
- FORREST AND THE PARATROOPERS
- Behind the second of two barricades set up between the forward
- and the rear machine gun nests.
- RYAN AND SARGE
- Manning rear machine gun.
- MILLER
- At the bridgehead, waiting.
- SOUND FROM DOWN THE ROAD
- All eyes turn.
- SINGLE GERMAN SOLDIER
- Dashes across the street. Exposed only for an instant.
- Then another. And another.
- MILLER
- Cocks his Thompson. Settles down
- behind some sandbags.
- MILLER
- HERE THEY COME!
- A RUSH OF GERMANS ADVANCE, BLASTING AT THE BRIDGE.
- THE AMERICANS RETURN FIRE
- REIBEN
- OPENS UP with the MACHINE GUN.
- THE GERMANS
- At least fifty of them, advancing on
- the bridge. Running from cover to
- cover. A squad pushing a French
- truck, using it as a shield.
- JACKSON
- Calmly picking off the attacking
- Germans.
- THE GERMAN INFANTRYMEN
- Make their way down the streets.
- Along the riverbank. Through the
- houses. There are GERMANS FIRING
- from all directions.
- REIBEN FIRES IN ARCS.
- MILLER
- Sees Reiben and Upham being cut off.
- Grabs the B.A.R., stands and fires.
- REIBEN AND UPHAM
- Running out of ammo. See that there's
- nothing else they can do.
- REIBEN
- Time to go.
- Reiben rolls out of the nest, carrying the fifty caliber.
- Upham follows, carrying the ammo boxes. They run as fast as
- they can.
- THE OTHER AMERICANS FIRE COVER
- REIBEN takes a glancing slug. Falls. Rolls and gets up.
- Bleeding from the side, but not mortal. Upham helps him.
- They MAKE IT TO THE SANDBAGS of the first barricade.
- DIVE OVER. The Germans are almost on them.
- RYAN IS FIRING
- With the rear MACHINE GUN. Drops
- several Germans.
- GERMANS EVERYWHERE
- They swarm over the first barricade.
- MILLER
- FIRES A BURST into a German's belly.
- HITS another with the stock of his
- Thompson.
- HAND-TO-HAND.
- FORREST AND THE OTHER PARATROOPERS
- FIRING COVER for Miller, Reiben and Upham, don't see a
- flanking Germans squad easing along the riverbanks. Two of
- the Germans LOB POTATO MASHERS among the paratroopers. THE
- PARATROOPERS see the grenades. Too late.
- THE POTATO MASHERS EXPLODE KILLING FORREST AND THE OTHER
- PARATROOPERS RYAN SEES FORREST AND THE OTHERS DIE
- No time to react.
- HAND-TO-HAND FIGHTING
- Half a dozen Germans break through.
- Miller KILLS TWO MORE WITH A BURST.
- RYAN
- Is jumped on by one. Upham FIRES.
- KILLS the German.
- MILLER
- Struggling with a pair of Germans.
- JACKSON
- FIRES. Drops one of the Germans on
- Miller with a head shot. Cuts open
- Miller's face with bits of skull.
- RYAN
- Leaps onto the final German attacking
- Miller. That German raises his rifle
- on Ryan.
- UPHAM AND REIBEN AND JACKSON
- All see it. SIMULTANEOUSLY SHOOT the German.
- THE STUNNED GERMAN
- About to kill Ryan. Torn apart by
- bullets from three directions.
- UPHAM
- I got him.
- REIBEN
- Like hell you did, I got him.
- JACKSON SMILES
- He got him.
- MILLER SLAMS in a fresh clip. FIRES an arc. DROPS four
- Germans. Sees an oncoming RUSH OF GERMANS. BARKS to Reiben
- and Upham:
- MILLER
- BACK! LET'S GO!
- They retreat, firing back as best they can, trying to make
- it to the barricade.
- SARGE
- Sees them in deep trouble. Leaves
- Ryan firing the rear machine gun.
- Grabs the B.A.R. ADVANCES, FIRING
- COVER. Exposed.
- BULLETS EVERYWHERE
- MILLER, REIBEN, UPHAM make it to the
- barricade. Dive over.
- SARGE
- Sees they've made it. FIRES A FINAL
- BURST. Races for cover. A trail of
- bullets right behind him.
- THE OTHER AMERICANS FIRE for all they're worth. Trying to
- cover Sarge. Too many Germans.
- SARGE TAKES A SHOT IN THE BACK. FALLS. MILLER AND THE OTHERS
- continue to fire, horrified.
- SARGE STRUGGLES TO HIS FEET
- Cradling the B.A.R. Stumbling toward cover. Slowing.
- Bleeding.
- THE AMERICANS
- Desperately trying to cover him.
- THE GERMANS
- Open up with a volley.
- SARGE
- Is almost there.
- ALL THE AMERICANS STAND AND FIRE
- As best they can. Right past Sarge. It's not enough.
- SARGE
- Five feet from the sandbags, his
- back is TORN APART by Germans fire.
- He looks down, stunned at his chest.
- Amazed to see GAPING HOLES. An
- instant of surprise, more than fear.
- He looks to Miller. Takes two more stumbling steps. Falls
- onto the sandbags. Dropping the B.A.R. over the edge. Dies.
- THE AMERICANS FIRE MADLY, CONTINUOUSLY
- THE GERMANS
- Who killed Sarge are killed. The
- others back off for now.
- REIBEN, UPHAM, JACKSON, RYAN fire at the retreating Germans.
- MILLER
- Grabs Sarge and pulls him over the
- barricade. Sees that he's dead.
- THE GERMANS RETREAT.
- Around the corner.
- MILLER
- Stunned, lays Sarge down, kneeling
- next to him.
- THE OTHERS
- Watch, start to gather.
- REIBEN
- Goddamn it...Goddamn it...Goddamn
- it...
- MILLER
- Get back to your positions!
- They hesitate.
- MILLER
- Go!
- They follow the order. All except Ryan, who doesn't move.
- He can't take his eyes off Sarge.
- MILLER
- Doesn't move. He just stares at
- Sarge's body.
- RYAN
- Looks at Miller, sees him growing
- weak, starting to sway. He gently
- tries to move Miller aside.
- RYAN
- I'll take care of Sarge...
- Miller looks up at Ryan, then back at Sarge's body. Miller
- grows cold, making the same startling transformation he made
- as he kneeled over Wade's body.
- MILLER
- Sarge? Who's Sarge?
- But this time it doesn't work. He can't make it stick. The
- hard expression, disappears. He drifts, utterly lost. He's
- called his own bluff.
- EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT
- Dark. Quiet. The distant guns are silent for once.
- Waiting. Reiben, Upham, Jackson, Ryan and Miller have
- tightened their perimeter.
- Miller is in a trance. The others glance at him nervously.
- They eat in silence. K-rations. Some bread. A last supper.
- Then, from out of nowhere, Miller speaks:
- MILLER
- English teacher, Addley, Pennsylvania.
- Slowly, Miller's men turn to him.
- UPHAM
- What'd you say, Captain?
- MILLER
- I teach English at Addley High School
- in Addley, Pennsylvania.
- REIBEN
- Well, I'll be goddamned, I knew it.
- JACKSON
- Like hell, you did.
- UPHAM
- Captain, what about our deal?
- MILLER
- I changed my mind.
- REIBEN
- What deal?
- MILLER
- I coach the baseball team, too.
- JACKSON
- No kiddin'?
- REIBEN
- What deal?
- UPHAM
- Forget it.
- They all sit in silence.
- MILLER
- You know that cruise ship Wade's
- grandfather was on?
- They all nod, except Ryan who doesn't know what Miller's
- talking about.
- MILLER
- (continuing)
- I wonder if his cabin is still
- available?
- REIBEN
- That's not where I am. Miller No?
- Where are you?
- REIBEN
- I'm in a dressing room with Mrs.
- Rachel Troubowitz, our super's wife.
- She's an easy forty-four, double E,
- but I've convinced her she's a thirty-
- eight D and I'm watching her try and
- squeeze herself into a side-stay,
- silk-ribboned, three-panel girdle
- with s Helf-lift brassiere.
- (smiles)
- She's having a devil of a time,
- getting into that thing.
- They all share Reiben's dream for a moment. Then Jackson
- smiles.
- JACKSON
- Me? I'm walking with my hound, Lucy,
- it's about an hour 'fore sunrise and
- we're out huntin' coon. I got me a
- flask of pure Kentucky mash whiskey...
- REIBEN
- Jackson, how many times I got to
- tell you, you're from Tennessee.
- JACKSON
- I am, but I like imported whiskey.
- So there I am and I hear the biggest
- ole' coon you ever did hear, 'a
- rustlin' right there in front of me.
- That ole' boy comes right out of the
- brush, I got a clear shot and he
- knows he's 'bout to meet his maker.
- I aim, I got my finger tight on the
- trigger and then I just smile and
- say to that ole' coon, go on, now,
- you get out 'a here. Then I sit
- down on a hollow log and take me a
- right long pull a' that mash whiskey.
- Upham smiles.
- UPHAM
- I don't know, I kind of like Wade's
- idea about the cruise ship. I've
- never been to Tahiti.
- REIBEN
- What about you, Captain?
- Miller smiles. He knows exactly where he is.
- MILLER
- I'm in my backyard, lying in my
- hammock, with my arm around my wife,
- listening for the sound of breaking
- glass.
- JACKSON
- Say what, Cap'n?
- MILLER
- You see, I've got the best house in
- all of Addley. It's not the biggest
- house, but it's got the best location,
- right next to the junior high baseball
- field. The garage windows face left
- field. The guy who owned the house
- before me had these heavy screen S
- put over them. The first thing I
- did when I bought the place was take
- off those screens. Two-hundred-twenty-
- two yards from home plate to my garage
- windows. It takes a hell of a junior
- high kid to hit a ball that far. I
- look at my garage windows as a
- Motivator and a way to scout the
- kids coming up, the ones who are
- going to give us a shot at the state
- championship. I lay there in my
- hammock and every time I hear the
- sound of breaking glass, I know we're
- one step closer to winning it all.
- JACKSON
- Don't that get kind of expensive,
- Cap'n?
- MILLER
- It's worth it.
- JACKSON
- To each, his own.
- They're all silent for a moment. Then Miller turns to Ryan.
- MILLER
- How about you, James?
- Ryan sighs.
- RYAN
- I'm home, playing basketball with my
- brothers, it's evenin' time, we're
- trying' to get in a few more points
- before it's too dark to see the ball.
- That's where I am.
- They all nod. Miller tears off a piece of bread and passes
- it to Ryan who tears off a bit and passes it on. They all
- eat in silence.
- EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF RAMELLE - DAWN
- First light. Lovely. Dew shimmers. A ground fog drifts.
- A SOUND. Louder. And louder. A GERMAN TIGER TANK RUMBLES
- toward the village.
- EXT. BRIDGE - RAMELLE - DAWN
- All are awake. At their positions. Waiting.
- MILLER
- Hears the FAINT DISTANT RUMBLE OF
- THE TANK. Barely has time to react.
- Sees:
- THE GERMANS ADVANCING AGAIN
- MILLER
- Here they come.
- REIBEN
- FIRES a burst. Germans drops.
- MILLER
- FIRES a burst. More Germans drop.
- THE GERMANS KEEP COMING
- Lots of them. Moving from cover to cover. FIRING.
- MILLER
- Manning the forward machine gun.
- Way out front. Sees that he's going
- to be cut off. He grabs the hot
- gun. The barrel burns into his flesh.
- He ignores the pain and RUNS BACK
- toward the bridge.
- HE DIVES over the sandbags. barely makes it. TRAILED BY
- BULLETS.
- THE GERMANS
- Take positions near the bridge.
- Moving in. FIRING. Overwhelming.
- They're everywhere.
- THREE GERMANS
- Break through the perimeter.
- RYAN SHOOTS one. GRAPPLES with the other two.
- REIBEN
- Sees Ryan. Races over. SHOOTS one
- German. STABS the other.
- RYAN FALLS BACK. Stunned, unhurt.
- REIBEN only gives him a quick look. Gets to the MACHINE
- GUN.
- OPENS UP against the Germans who are still coming. FIRES A
- LONG BURST. Germans drop.
- MILLER
- FIRES again. More Germans drop.
- THE GERMANS
- Take positions in the building near
- the bridge.
- They start working their way to the tops of the nearby
- buildings.
- Making their way along the riverbanks.
- REIBEN AND RYAN
- Forward. Reiben FIRING. Ryan feeding
- the ammo belt.
- REIBEN
- MORE AMMO!
- UPHAM
- Hears that. Doesn't hesitate. He
- grabs a pair of ammo boxes. RUNS
- toward Reiben and Ryan.
- SEVERAL GERMANS ZERO UPHAM
- OPEN UP on him.
- BULLETS TRAIL UPHAM. He's outrunning them. Almost there.
- UPHAM
- TAKES HALF-A-DOZEN SLUGS. Torn apart.
- Stumbles the final few steps to the
- machine gun nest. Falls on the
- sandbags, giving Reiben and Ryan the
- ammo. UPHAM'S DEAD.
- RYAN STUNNED.
- For just a micro-second. No time. Grabs the ammo. REIBEN
- FIRING. Ryan clips the new ammo belt onto the tail of the
- one almost out.
- REIBEN
- Continues FIRING. CUTTING DOWN the
- advancing Germans.
- THE GERMANS START TO FALL BACK
- MILLER
- Knows what that means. He hears the
- RUMBLE OF THE TANKS.
- MILLER
- TIGHTEN IT UP! HERE THEY COME!
- RYAN AND REIBEN
- Immediately grab the machine gun and
- ammo and race back to the rear nest.
- Then RYAN AND MILLER converge at the eighty-eight. THE FIRST
- TANK APPEARS Huge. Terrifying. Clanking. Trailed by two
- German infantry platoons.
- JACKSON
- On the bridgekeeper's hut. Picking
- off German soldiers who follow the
- tank.
- A GERMAN INFANTRYMAN SPOTS JACKSON. Hollers into the tanks
- voice-tube.
- THE TANK
- Stops. Grinds its gears. Turning
- it's turret towards the bridgekeepers
- hut.
- MILLER
- JACKSON!
- JACKSON
- Knows what's coming but he holds his
- position, continuing to pick off
- German soldiers.
- THE TANK BLASTS
- THE BRIDGEKEEPER'S HUT AND JACKSON
- ARE OBLITERATED IN THE EXPLOSION.
- MILLER AND RYAN
- SEE JACKSON DIE. A bare moment to
- react. Then, they turn their
- attention back to the eighty-eight.
- Frantically turning the aiming cranks.
- Lowering the barrel to point blank.
- TANK AGAINST EIGHTY-EIGHT.
- Which can fire first.
- MILLER AND RYAN
- Win the race.
- FIRE THE EIGHTY-EIGHT
- BLAST THE LEAD TANK DESTROY IT IN A
- SHOWER OF METAL AND FLAMES
- MILLER AND RYAN
- Quickly reload the eighty-eight.
- FIRE AGAIN.
- DESTROY THE SECOND TANK.
- MILLER
- Shoves the FINAL SHELL into the breech
- of the eighty-eight. Pats Ryan on
- the back. Grabs a SATCHEL CHARGE.
- RUNS down the bridge. Right toward the two advancing tanks.
- RYAN
- FIRES THE EIGHTY-EIGHT.
- DESTROYING THE THIRD TANK.
- MILLER
- Races through the debris. Trailed
- by BULLETS.
- REIBEN
- With the machine gun. Covers Miller.
- Keeping most of the German infantry
- down.
- RYAN jumps behind the second machine gun. Opens up. Helping
- to cover Miller.
- THE LAST GERMAN TANK
- Turret spins. Turning toward the fast approaching Miller.
- Ready to blow him to bits.
- MILLER
- Is almost there. He arms the satchel
- charge.
- THE TIGER'S MACHINE GUNS OPENS UP ON HIM.
- BLASTS A TRAIL OF BULLETS
- MILLER
- Throws the satchel charge under the
- tank. Rolls off the edge of the
- bridge. Lands on the embankment
- below.
- THE LAST TIGER TANK EXPLODES
- MILLER, RYAN, REIBEN continue FIRING.
- Almost out of ammo.
- MILLER SCRAMBLING UP THE EMBANKMENT, back onto the bridge,
- hears something over the SOUNDS OF FIRING.
- MILLER
- HOLD IT! HOLD IT!
- Ryan and Reiben cease firing. Now they hear it, too.
- A RUMBLE, DEEPER AND MORE OMINOUS than any they've heard
- yet.
- MILLER
- Goddamn it!
- REIBEN
- More tanks... Ryan Lot's of them
- The fear on their faces turns to
- resignation. They know that they
- are dead men. They settle into their
- positions, and prepare to fire and
- die.
- They wait. The RUMBLE GETS LOUDER AND LOUDER.
- THEN MILLER'S FACE STARTS TO CHANGE...a hint...of a
- smile...then a real smile...
- AN AMERICAN SHERMAN TANK APPEARS from over the rise. Then
- ANOTHER...AND ANOTHER...AND ANOTHER...
- MILLER, REIBEN AND RYAN
- Stand there, stunned, watching tank after tank appear, along
- with scores of heavily-armed American soldiers.
- They keep coming and coming. American tanks, with wave after
- wave of U.S. infantrymen, looking for targets. They find a
- few among the departing Germans.
- THE ADVANCING TROOPS
- Run onto the bridge and start to
- secure the position. A SERGEANT and
- a few of HIS MEN look around,
- curiously eyeing Miller, Reiben and
- Ryan, battered and bloody, standing
- among the bodies.
- A MAJOR strides up.
- Major Report, Captain.
- MILLER
- Miller, Company B, Second Rangers,
- that's Private Richard Reiben and
- that's Private James Ryan, Hundred-
- and-First Airborne.
- The Sergeant and several other soldiers overhear.
- SERGEANT
- Ryan?
- One of the soldiers speaks quietly to another.
- Soldier That's him, that's Ryan.
- The Major puts his hand on Ryan's shoulder.
- Major Command is looking for you, son. You're going home.
- Ryan looks up, tired. He nods.
- EXT. RAMELLE BRIDGE HEAD - DAY
- American tanks and hundreds of fresh troops stream down the
- road and over the bridge.
- MILLER, RYAN AND REIBEN
- Watch. In a small area, cleared of the debris, the bodies
- of Jackson, Upham, Sarge, Forrest and the other paratroopers
- are laid out, neatly, respectfully, covered.
- Miller and Reiben stay protectively close to Ryan, as if
- they don't want to risk him being bumped into or run over by
- any of the advancing troops or vehicles.
- MILLER
- Walks to the bodies. He kneels down
- next to Sarge and looks at him for a
- long moment. Then, with a steady
- hand, he takes one of Sarge's two
- dog-tags. Then he does the same to
- Jackson and Upham.
- REIBEN AND RYAN watch silently.
- MILLER
- Stands and walks back to Reiben and
- Ryan. He hands the dog-tags to Ryan
- who grips them tightly and nods in
- thanks.
- Miller takes a last look at the bridge and the bodies, then
- he shoulders his gear. Miller Let's move out.
- Reiben and Ryan gather up their gear. They walk with Miller
- down the road, away from the bridge.
- CAMERA CRANES UP
- The three dirty, bloodied, tired men
- walk down the road, ignored by the
- fresh troops marching in the opposite
- direction.
- RYAN
- Captain?
- MILLER
- Yes, Private.
- RYAN
- Upham and Jackson, what were they
- like?
- MILLER
- Upham? Good kid, smart, he was
- writing a book.
- RYAN
- Yeah?
- REIBEN
- Yeah, and he was fast, too, ran the
- 220 in twenty-four-five.
- RYAN
- No kidding.
- MILLER
- Jackson was from West Fork, Tennessee,
- he was going to be a preacher, his
- father and uncles have a traveling
- ministry out of the back of a stretch
- Hudson.
- RYAN
- And Sarge?
- MILLER
- Sarge?
- (beat)
- He was the best friend I ever had.
- (smiles)
- Lemme tell you about Sarge...
- They walk on, disappearing in the distance among the hundreds
- and hundreds of American soldiers who are marching down the
- road and over the bridge.
- Fade out.
- THE END -
- --------------------------------------------------------------
- Saving Private Ryan
- Writers : Robert Rodat
- Genres : Action Drama War
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