Band of Brothers - Legend of Speirs

You know, it don't seem like Jerry's got too much fight left in him. Hey, Moore, don't get hit in the face when Jerry throws in the sponge, all right? You mark my words, Mel. We're all in by Christmas. Enjoy it while it lasts. We'll be moving out soon. Out of town, Lieutenant? Already? That's right. Don't they know we're just getting settled here? Nice, Groucho. What? Real smart. You know, you're taking your life in your own hands. You mean they're right. I told you, I didn't actually see it. What, Spears shooting the prisoners or the sergeant in his own platoon? Sergeant? I didn't hear that one. Wait, wait, he shot one of his own guys? Well, supposedly the guy was drunk and refused to go on a patrol. Who knows if it's true? Well, I know a guy who said an eyewitness told him that Spears posed those prisoners. Who are? Who are for? On D-Day. Spears comes across this group of kraut prisoners, digging a hole or some such, under guard and all. He breaks out a pack of smokes, passes them out. He even gives them a light. Then, all of a sudden, he swings up his Thompson and he hoses them. I mean, goddamn! Gives them smokes first? You see, that's why I don't believe he really did it. Oh, you don't believe it? You didn't see it? I heard he didn't do it. But it was more than eight guys. More like twenty. Hell of a shot. All except one guy who we left alone. Well, all I know from what I heard, he took that last 105 on D-Day practically by himself. Running through MG fire like a maniac. That I did see. On his own? Yep. I don't care if any of the other stuff's true. Hey, Albert. What do you think? I don't know. I'm gonna have to take everybody's word for it. I didn't see any of it. Let's go! First platoon, weapons on me!