Raising a glass of lager, the Brits toast their American rescuers. "Moose Heyliger and the American 101st" -- wow, that's giving Moose too much power -- "have done the Red Devils a great service, making it possible for us to return and fight the enemy on another day," Dobie shouts. "To Easy Company! Victory, and Currahee!" Everyone bellows, "Currahee!" and heavy chugging ensues. Winters, still holed up in his room, peeks at the site of the ruckus through his window and allows his mouth to form a teensy smile. He's proud of Easy, even if he can't command it anymore.
Oct. 31, 1944; Driel, Holland. Winters and Moose stroll beside a deserted railroad track at night. "I was only Easy's CO for four months, Moose," protests Winters, reluctant to give the man definitive advice about the job. Even if it was out of necessity, it's to Winters's credit that he moved up the ranks so quickly and with so little hesitation from his superiors. Moose insists that Winters is the only combat commander the men of Easy have ever known, and here Moose is, coming from a different company altogether.... "You know where they came from, and what they've been through," notes Winters. "Hang tough. Train the new platoon leaders and trust your non-coms." The non-coms (NCOs, or non-commissioned officers) are folks like Gonorrhea, Martin, Malarkey, and Bull Randleman, the staff sergeants who run squads. In Easy's case, most of them were the only original members remaining, and they had the enduring respect of men both above and below them. We witnessed that last week, when Randleman went missing and his squad risked its life to find him.
A man bellows, "Halt!" and before Moose can identify himself, he's shot and drops to the ground. Winters screams, "Hold your fire!" and a terrified soldier scampers forth to examine what he's wrought. Winters tries to be calm, asking the man to send for Lt. Welsh while also keeping Moose awake and focused. The soldier doesn't move, so Winters yells at him again until it takes effect. This explains what a dullard of an episode this is; the writers needed to establish Winters's promotion and the presence of a new Easy CO, but at the same time this inaction seems like such an awful waste of a budget.
Winters, Welsh, and medic Roe load the wounded Easy CO into an ambulance, aided by the frightened private from Wyoming who wounded him. Not sure why we needed to know his home state, but whatever, I'm not going to scoff at details. Roe asks how much morphine Winters administered, and he flippantly estimates two, maybe three syrettes. "Jesus, you trying to kill him?" barks Roe. He's angry that no one told him yet how much medicine has been pumped into his patient's body, but since Moose is a big guy, he should live through whatever overdose he might've been given. Welsh feebly says they were just trying to ease the pain of their wounded friend, and didn't know what else to do. "Well, you ought," Roe's neck vein throbs. "You are officers, you are grownups. You oughtta know." Winters slams the ambulance doors and pats the window in farewell. His bloodstained hand leaves a mark on the glass, which we see closely as it drives away; it looks exactly like damn Wilson the Volleyball from Cast Away. Same color, same sloppy spiky handprint style. I am ashamed of Hanks.