zombie (hoobler’s no.1 fan)

(Band of Brothers “Main Titles” by London Metropolitan Orchestra plays)

Donald “Pappy” King: The Toccoa men, that's the ones that was there at the very beginning. They are very close and uh- they accept people coming in like myself as a replacement. But you also had to prove yourself.

James “Moe” Alley: Most of them were, we know were qualified parachutists. They had to be. A lot of them were awfully green and we knew that. We just... We hoped we could keep them alive or they could keep alive, a lot of them didn't. But, uh- well, all right, they eventually blend right in.

Earl E. McClung: I think maybe they were trying to impress the older guys people like me or Shifty or. I don't know why but I got right there to where I didn't wanna be friendly with replacements coming in because God, I didn't like seeing them get killed. I just, it just tore me up.

Lester Hashey: Cause we were in awe of them. They were wearing infantry badges, you know the uniform. They had a star on their jump wings. They were uh- They were like heroes to us, you know? That's how we looked at them. And they were good. Furthermore, they were good. We had good officers, for the most part, but we had excellent NCOs. They looked... They looked after you.

(September 13, 1944. Aldbourne, England)

(At the dart board)

Luz: Alright now Lieutenant, nice and easy. We've still got a shot. (Buck misses) That’s a tough break, you're having a tough night. People have tough nights.

Buck: I'm sorry, George. It's all right.

Bull: Nice shot, sir.

Buck: Thank you, Bull.

Babe: (Buck hands him the darts) Thank you, Lieutenant.

Buck: Finish me up.

Luz: Here we go.

Babe: Double seven.

Guarnere: You're embarrassing the Lieutenant here. Have a drink.

Babe: Don't mind if I do, Sarge.

Guarnere: Better start winning money soon. I think your buddies are starting to miss you.

Babe: Yeah, they do look kind of sad, don't they?

Bull: They're just serious fighting men, that's all.

Guarnere: Well, I think I'm gonna go introduce myself.

Bull: Careful what you say now. Don't take much to set my guys off.

Martin: Yeah, and you got some wild-eyed killers right there.

Buck: You know, it's a good thing we weren't gambling.

Luz: Boy, we would've gotten k*lled.

Babe: Wanna bet?

Luz: What?

Babe: You wanna bet? Pack of smokes.

Buck: No, I'm not much of a gambling man.

Babe: Hey, come on. Pack of smokes?

Buck: First one to hit the bull's-eye?

Babe: Yeah, one shot.

Buck: One shot. Make it two?

Luz: Yeah, yeah, yeah two packs.

Buck: All right, two packs, here we go. One shot, very good.

(At the tables)

Guarnere: Hey, fellas. (He sits next to the new recruits) What do you hear? What do you say?

Hashey: Actually, that's Babe's seat, Private Heffron's.

Guarnere: Is that right? I don't care if it's fucking Eisenhower's. Who are you?

Miller: Private Miller, James Miller. I'm in Sergeant Randleman's squad.

Hashey: Us too, I'm Les Hashey.

Garcia: Tony-

Guarnere: Garcia, I know who you are. Old Gonorrhea don't miss nothing.

(At the dart board)

Luz: Lieutenant, are you gonna shoot lefty all night?

Toye: Hey, come on.

Luz: Just curious as he's right-handed.

Buck: George. What would I do without George Luz?

Luz: Boop (Buck hits a bullseye)

Luz and Buck: Ohhhh!

Luz: Goodness gracious.

Buck: Two packs, gentlemen.

Luz: I know you got them, pay up.

(At the tables)

Guarnere: So, Heffron tell you about Doris yet?

Hashey: No.

Guarnere: No? Well, then I'm gonna educate you. We're getting ready to get on a plane for that first frog town we never jumped into. All of a sudden, Heffron stops dead in his tracks. Bing and a bang and a boom everybody banging into each other. Heffron's just staring up at the plane's nose, because on it is painted this beautiful pinup. And written underneath: "Darling Doris". Doris just happens to be the name of the skirt who just that day, sent Babe one of them letters. You know the... What do you call them letters that the broads send?

Webster: Uh- Dear John letter.

Guarnere: That's it, a "Dear Babe" letter. Well, anyway, lucky for Babe, Patton overruns our drop zone. Mission cancelled. In other words, Babe don't have to risk getting inside old Doris again. Hey, Bull, your squad listens up real good.

Martin: Yeah, they're being polite like whenever Bull opens his mouth.

Guarnere: What are you saying? Bull's boys are humoring him?

Martin: Yeah- like whenever he gives out some of his folksy wisdom from back down on the farm.

Guarnere: Probably think he's a fucking hayseed. They're right.

Martin: What are you laughing at?

Guarnere: You new boys, you pay attention to Sergeant Randleman. Got that? That's the smartest man in the company.

Cobb: Where'd you get that? (He gestures to his pin)

Miller: It's a Presidential Distinguished Unit Citation. For... For what the Regiment did in Normandy.

Cobb: That's right, for what the Regiment did. You weren't there.

Hoobler: Hey, hey, ease up, Cobb? It's a unit citation. (Miller takes the pin off and leaves the table)

Bull: Shit, Cobb. You didn't fight in Normandy neither.

Cobb: I got hit in the plane before I got a chance to jump.

Smokey: Hey, you all, listen up. I got us an announcement to make. This here is Carwood Lipton.

Malarkey: He's already married, Smokey.

Smokey: This here is Carwood Lipton: The new Easy Company 1st Sergeant. As befitting his position he says he has to make an announcement.

Lipton: Well, hate to break the mood here, boys, but we're moving out again.

(In the briefing tent)

Winters: As you can see (he gestures to the board) this is called Operation Market-Garden. In terms of airborne divisions involved this one's even bigger than Normandy. We're dropping deep into occupied Holland. The Allied objective is to take this road here between Eindhoven and Arnhem so the two British armoured divisions can move up it toward Arnhem. Our job is gonna be to liberate Eindhoven. Stay there, wait for the tanks.

Nixon: The entire European advance has been put on hold to allocate resources for this operation. It's Montgomery's personal plan and we'll be under British command.

Man: Yippee.

Nixon: The good news is, if this works these tanks will be over the Rhine and into Germany. It could end the war and get us home by Christmas. It'll be a daytime jump. Intelligence doesn't expect much opposition. They think the Krauts in Holland are mostly kids and old men. And we should take them by surprise. In any case, say goodbye to England. I don't think they're gonna call this one off.

(On the airfield)

Garcia: What are you doing?

Miller: Look at Cobb, man.

Cobb: Watch and learn, kids. You wanna live? Jump ready to fight.

(A jeep drives in with Sobel and Popeye in it)

Lipton: They let you out of the hospital like that, boy?

Popeye: They didn't let me out, I busted out. I didn't wanna get reassigned to some other unit.

Lipton: Can you make the jump?

Popeye: Sure I can, Lip, I just can't sit.

Bull: Welcome back, Popeye.

Popeye: Thanks, Bull.

Lipton: Popeye went AWOL just in time to jump.

Bull: What's he doing here?

Lipton: Who, Sobel? Well, he's the newly appointed regimental S4.

Bull: Supply officer?

Lipton: Yeah, you got it.

Popeye: He picked me up in Aldbourne trying to find you guys.

Bull: He know you went AWOL?

Popeye: He knows. He just said I was lucky I could sit out this jump if I wanted. I said I didn't want to. So he says, "Hop in."

Bull: "Hop in"?

Popeye: Yeah, I know, I couldn't believe it either. Hey, maybe he's gonna court-martial me later?

Lipton: Let's get you some gear.

Moore: Hey, Mal. Over there. (Malarkey notices a motorcycle in the jeep)

Malarkey: Son of a bitch.

Sobel: Malarkey. (Malarkey salutes) Sergeant Malarkey.

Malarkey: Sir?

Sobel: You thought you'd get away with it?

Malarkey: What do you mean, sir?

Sobel: Sergeant, that motorcycle is United States Army property. That may not mean anything to you but it means something to me. Where'd you find it?

Bull: That's him all right.

Hashey: Who is he, Sarge?

Bull: He was our first CO.

Hashey: What happened?

Bull: He got promoted.

Peacock: Just tap my leg, Sergeant.

Martin: Lieutenant, you'll be in the doorway.

Peacock: Yeah, I know, but… Look, Sergeant, you'll be the man behind me. When the green light comes on if you could just tap me, all right?

Martin: The green light will be next to you, sir.

Peacock: Just do it, that's an order.

Bull: Come here, come here. (He sorts out Garcia) Sling it around, and when you land your knee'll hit the butt. The business end'll break your jaw. Lose your reserve, you don't need it. We'll jump low. Take your belly band and wrap it around you. Fine.

(September 17, 1944. Holland)

(Easy Company jump into Holland. The men land in a field)

Hashey: I'm sorry, Sarge.

Bull: Don't be sorry. Grab your rifle, let's go.

(The men crouch in a ditch. Hoovler runs past with four beers)

Man: Where'd you get that from, Hoobler?

Hoobler: I think I love Holland.

Hashey: Where'd you get these?

Hoobler: That farmhouse over there. Just sitting out in the open. I don't know, maybe they were expecting us.

Webster: Boys? Whoo. I made it.

(The planes fly past overhead)

Hoobler: I wonder if they hit anything.

Webster: Goodbye air support.

Peacock: There's some kind of holdup ahead. We're going in through this field here.

Man: Move out, let's go! Let's go, move it, move it!

Bull: (Hashey fixes his bayonet) You won't be able to shoot as straight with that thing on.

(A window opens, they all rush forward and crouch with their guns aimed. A woman hangs an orange banner out the window)

Bull: Okay, hold your fire.

(Eindhoven, Holland)

Hoobler: Hey, kid.

Lipton: Bull! Bull, you seen Captain Winters?

Bull: No, why?

Lipton: Keep your squad moving.

Miler: Where are all the Germans?

Garcia: They could be anywhere.

Peacock: Keep moving! Keep moving!

Lipton: Pardon me.

Cobb: (A woman steals his helmet) Come on, lady.

Nixon: Dick, clock's ticking.

Winter: Yeah.

Nixon: (Women rush over and kiss them) Thank you. Thank you, thank you. Very kind.

Compton: What's up, Welshy?

Compton: snipers.

Winters: We've gotta get to these bridges.

Bull: Hashey.

Peacock: Sergeant Talbert. Let's move, we've got work to do.

(Women are grabbed into the middle of the square where their heads are shaved, their clothes torn and swastikas are drawn on their heads)

Welsh: What did they do?

Van Kooijk: They slept with the Germans. They are lucky. The men who collaborated are being shot.

Nixon: Mr. Van Kooijk here is with the Dutch resistance.

Van Kooijk: We've been waiting and hoping for this day for almost five years.

Nixon: Says he can help us secure the bridges here.

Van Kooijk: Together we can push the remaining Germans out of Eindhoven. And that's just the beginning.

Winters: Any idea where they might be?

Nixon: Well, we're still working on that right now.

Van Kooijk: Pius and his friends here are getting information as we speak.

Nixon: His contacts, a couple of towns down saw the British 2nd and Guards Armored pass half an hour ago.

Winters: They're kids.

Van Kooijk: These are reliable reports. Anything we can do to help you, we will do. Anything. Right on time. (British tanks roll in with soldiers and women riding on them) Captain. I'll be happy to show you the quickest route to the bridges.

Winters: I'd be happy to have your help. Get scouts to the edge of town in case we're here for the night.

(By a farmhouse at night)

Hoobler: Hey, Van Klinken. Webster. Sleeping outside is for suckers, guys.

Webster: Better be good, I was almost asleep. (A man comes out of a bunker. Hoobler, Van Klinken and Webster aim their weapons.) Heraus, Hande hoch.Mach schnell.

Dutch Man: Niederlander. Niederlander.

Webster: Sprechen Sie English?

Dutch Man: Ja. A little bit.

Hoobler: What were you doing down there?

Dutch Man: It's an air-raid shelter. My family has been in there ever since the first plane flew over.

Van Klinken: We're Americans. Paratroopers.

Dutch Man: The Germans are gone?

Hoobler: Think so. You see any, you let us know.

Dutch Man: Are you here to stay?

Hoobler: As long as we have to.

Webster: Yeah, they don't tell us very much.

Hoobler: Or feed us much.

Dutch Man: Please, wait here.

Van Klinken: You see that? I say screw Paris.

Hoobler: Hey, don't talk about screwing, all right?

Webster: They all speak English. They all love us. What a fantastic country.

Hoobler: Hey, take a look.

Dutch Man: Here, take.

Webster: Danke.

Webster: Are these olives?

Hoobler: Thanks, danke.

Dutch Man: (A young boy comes out of the shelter) Ja, komme wieder, es ist gut.

Hoobler: Zigaretten?

Dutch Man: Ja. (Webster walks to the young boy and hands him a bar of chocolate) He never tasted chocolate.

Webster: It's pretty good, isn't it?

(The next morning)

(The men sit on tanks and head towards Nuenen)

Bull: Oh, man, you know what? I hate eggs!

Man: Here, Sarge, you can have this one.

Webster: Vincent van Gogh was born in Nuenen.

Cobb: Yeah? So what?

Hoobler: Sure teach a lot of useful stuff at Harvard. (They spot a woman with a shaved head on the side of the road)

Hashey: Mellett. (He passes him a sandwich to hand to her)

Hoobler: (A lieutenant walks ahead of everyone in plain sight) Hey, get a load of General Patton.

Bull: What the hell's he doing?

Hoobler: Makes quite a target, don't he?

Bull: Lieutenant! (The lieutenant turns and gets shot in the neck)

Man: Sniper!

Miller: Sarge!

Man: Clear the track! Move it! Come on, come on!

Bull: Medic up front, medic up front!

Garcia: What should we do?

Hashey: Keep down, stay still.

Bull: Keep moving! Get up! Keep moving! Keep moving! He's shooting stationary targets! Move!

Bull: The farmhouse, deploy right. Take the right side.

Hoobler: Right.

Bull: Go.

Hoobler: Go on.

Hashey: Kraut! (His gun jams) shit.

Bull: God damn it, move! Go, come out, come out!

Dutch Man: Away, away, away!

Van Klinken: What's he saying?

Webster: He said: "Away, away," which either means that the Germans have gone or he wants us to go. I don't know.

Guarnere: Go, go!

Martin: Ramirez! (He runs over and takes down a fence)

Compton: Beat it! All right, fellows, set them up.

Martin: (Martin and Bull both spot a German tank) Tiger. Shit! Heffron, on me.

Hoobler: Stay low.

Martin: You got a can opener, Babe?

Babe: Afraid I don't, Sarge.

Martin: (He climbs on the tank to talk to the driver) We've got a Kraut tank 100 yards on the left, by this hay stack.

Tank Driver: I don't see him.

Martin: Put a couple shells through that building you gonna see him real good.

Tank Driver: I can't. My orders are no unnecessary destruction of property.

Martin: I'm telling you, he's right there.

Tank Driver: Well I believe you. And if I can't see the bugger I can't bloody well shoot him, can I? Are you staying or going?

Martin: He's gonna see you real soon.

Bull: What the hell's he doing?

Tank Driver: Forward, roll tank!

Bull: Fall back! (A tank get hit and some shrapnel catches Bull. The tank then rolls towards him)

Compton: Pull back, pull back! Take cover!

Hoobler: There's a ditch on the other side. Follow me through.

Hoobler: (Van Klinken gets shot)Van Klinken!

Martin: (The tank rolls into the ditch Bull was in) Bull! Pull back, pull back! Go!

Compton: rifle grenade! Schmitz, MG-42. Ten o'clock, nail them. Fire!

Peacock: You had to leave him

Hoobler: He's still alive!

Doc Roe: Who's hurt?

Hoobler: Van Klinken. Other side of that hedge. Oh, shit!

Grant: Okay, ready.

Guarnere: Fall back, fall back, fall back!

Compton: Pull back, Alley, pull back! Go! Pull back!

Hoobler: Take over.

Webster: Yeah, where?

Doc Roe: We have to get him to the rear.

Hoobler: What are we gonna do, Lieutenant?

Peacock: I'm not sure.

Hoobler: Sir, they're about to unflank us. We gotta get out of here!

Luz: We have infantry everywhere. Repeat, Arnhem has cut the road. We are covered in infantry. We are pulling back.

Guarnere: Luz, fall back! Luz, fall back!

Martin: Hash, where's Randleman?

Hashey: I don't know, Sergeant.

Martin: Get out of here!

Hashey: (Miller gets bombed) Miller!

Garcia: Come on. Hashey, let's go!

Compton: Get down! (he gets shot)

Malarkey: Medic! Go, get a medic, keep moving!

Compton: Hey, doc.

Doc Roe: Lieutenant. It's gone right through. Side to side, both cheeks.

Buck: Malarkey, get them out of here, go!

Malarkey: What?

Buck: Leave me here for the Germans.

Malarkey: What? You nuts?

Doc Roe: We'll carry you.

Buck: Are you kidding me? I weigh more than both of you two guys combined.

Malarkey: Come on.

Guarnere: (Malarkey kicks in a door) What the hell are you doing?

Malarkey: Help us!

Man: Get back to the tank!

Man: Keep moving, keep low!

Lipton: Let's go, let's go. Over you go.

Guarnere: One bullet, four holes.

Lipton: Yeah, it's almost a miracle.

Guarnere: Lip, I don't think we know where Bull is, huh?

Winters: Let's go, let's go, let's go! Keep moving, keep moving!

Man: Move them out, let's go!

Winters: Hurry up, let's go!

Nixon: How bad?

Winters: I don't know yet.

Winters: Nix!

Nixon: I'm all right, I'm all right. Am I all right?

Winters: Yeah, you feel all right?

Nixon: Yeah, quit looking at me like that.

Lipton: Captain, we got four dead. Eleven injured.

Winters: Okay, let's move them out.

Lipton: And, sir, Randleman's missing, too.

Winters: Randleman?

Lipton: Yes, sir.

Winters: Okay, let's go.

Guarnere: Where's the Bull?

Martin: Don't know.

(Bull hides in a sewer tunnel under the pathway before moving to a farmhouse. He patches himself up. He sees the farmer walk in a holds a knife to his throat before noticing his daughter.)

(Back at the camp)

Hashey: I never fired a shot, the whole time. Find anything out?

Hoobler: About what?

Hashey: Anything.

Garcia: What we're doing next.

Hoobler: No. I did hear one thing. Lieutenant Brewer's gonna make it.

Hashey: What?

Hoobler: Lieutenant Brewer's gonna make it.

Hashey: Nah. There's no way.

Hoobler: He's headed back to England. They'll probably send him home.

Webster: How is that possible?

Garcia: He did turn his head at the last second. When uh- Sergeant Randleman called out to him.

(Back in Nuenen)

Bull: (He removes the knife from the farmer’s neck and pushes the two further into the farmhouse as a tank passes by the door. The farmer offers to help with the shrapnel in his shoulder. He offers him some liquor) No. Just pull... fuck. Just pull it out. (The man says he can’t. Bull offers him the knife and the man removes the shrapnel. They hear German voices outside. Bull tells them to leave through the back door)

Farmer: Danke. Danke.

Bull: Go, go! (Four German soldiers enter the farmhouse, chatting before three of them leave. One notices the bloody bandage on the floor. He turns to leave before the young girl kicks a bucket. The soldier turns around and speaks in German. Bull jumps out and attacks him, ultimately killing him.)

(Back at the camp)

Guarnere: Hoob. Any news of the Bull yet? If there ain't no body then there ain't nobody fucking dead. Understand me?

Hoobler: I'm gonna look for him.

Guarnere: Not by yourself you're not. I'll go with you, let me get some ammo.

Hashey: That's okay. I'll go.

Garcia: Me, too.

Guarnere: All right. Go get him.

Webster: All right, what the hell...

Cobb: I ain't going back up there.

Hoobler: (A truck passes by) Webster, us or them?

Webster: Not us.

Cobb: Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

(Back in Nuenen)

Bull: (He buries the soldier in hay. The farmer tries to help and Bull shoves him and his daughter out of the barn) Go.

(Back at the camp)

Winters: They're bombing Eindhoven.

Nixon: Yeah.

Winters: Come on, Nix. We'll dig in for the night.

Nixon: Won't be waving so many orange flags at us tomorrow.

(Back at Nuenen an American truck picks Bull up outside the farmhouse. Hoobler, Hashey, Garcia, Webster and Cobb spot the truck with Bull in)

Hoobler: Where the fuck you been?

Bull: Glad to see you boys.

Cobb: Not as glad as us. Bet you thought we'd given up on you there, boss?

Hashey: Shut up, Cobb.

Cobb: What?

Webster: I think we should go back now.

Dukeman: Hey, Johnny, look.

Martin: Bull!

Bull: Hey, Johnny.

Martin: Get a little lost?

Bull: Something like that.

Martin: It's good to see you.

Bull: You too.

Guarnere: I don't know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you. I told these scallywags you was okay.

Bull: And they didn't listen?

Guarnere: These salty bastards wanted to do a suicide run to drag your ass back.

Bull: Is that right?

Guarnere: Yeah, I told them, "Don't bother."

Bull: I never did like this company none.

Lipton: Hoobler.

Guarnere: So, they found you.

Martin: Wait, what did you say?

Guarnere: Johnny, don't irrigate me!

Martin: "They found you"? Now I don't know who's more stupid, you or the hick.

Lipton: All right, mount up! Hup hup, let's move out!

Man: Grab your gear, let's go!

Guarnere: 2nd Platoon, grab your gear! Let's go!

Martin: 1st Platoon!

Bull: Let's start falling in now. Cobb, move it.

Martin: Dukeman, round them up.

Bull: 1st Platoon. Grab your gear, let's go!

(They start rolling out in trucks)

Nixon: Van Kooijk says the Germans are concentrating their armor up near Veghel. We may be heading into some more tanks.

Winters: Well, as long as it's only old men and kids.

Nixon: Yeah.

Winters: I don't like retreating.

Nixon: First time for everything.

Winters: How are the other divisions faring up north?

mitski's I'll Change For You was on my mind when drawing this, the silhouettes are inspired by this image with a few tweaks (and questionable shadow placements):