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Clips from Unbroken

TV Movies 2014 110 min ★ 8.5/10 (699 ratings) 815 clips

Credits

Bombardier to crew, bomb bay doors open.
Bay doors open!
Take 'em out, Mitchell.
He's coming to your side.
Just be brave now, all right?
You got it, buddy. You got it. I'm right here.
You will. All right? You think about home. Okay?
Lambert.
It's okay. Take this.
How far to base?
He did not create a battle between them.
Hey!
Hey, why don't you go back to Italy?
- Get him up. - Get up.
Hey! Hey!
- Shit. - Go, go, go.
Who's down there?
- Tokyo. - Tokyo.
Thanks, Pete.
Go on.
You remember that.
Thank you, God.
Now!
Keep pushing.
He says to the bartender,
can I have a crème de menthe?
Is this a...
Waist gunner!
Tie the guns down.
Is everyone in position?
- Anyone on the rafts? - Yeah.
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Fertig!
The Finns seem to be in control.
Cup didn't make it.
We're gonna die.
They don't know where we are.
All right?
What was that?
Hey!
- Hey! - Hey!
Huh?
We had to try.
Attaboy, Phil!
Okay.
This is how the Japanese eat fish.
Raw.
Mama's Gnocchi.
Thou me on
So you think there's some kind of a grand plan?
you can ask me all those dumb questions now
I swear I'll dedicate my whole life to you.
Please.
Here we go.
Just a scratch.
Yeah.
Hey!
Shit.
Mac.
You think tonight?
Please, stop it.
Kneel down.
I always wanted to come to Tokyo.
Careful what you wish for, Fella.
Good evening, Old Prisoners.
Welcome, New Hands.
305,
Officers, turning right!
We have a chef from Sydney, Australia.
I'm gonna kill him.
We're getting closer.
I am now interned in a Tokyo prisoner of War Camp
I can't say this.
I saw it in your eyes...
You do not do what is asked of you.
No respect...
Okay. Come on, come on, sir.
Next!
Next!
as our morning dance routines.
Fix my hair!
will be executed.
Your President Roosevelt
is dead.
Are you all right?
Over your head.
Come on, boy.
Come on, Louie.
We are here.
At 8,000 feet. This is it, boys.
You got it, Zamp?
Roger.
You hit this one, drinks are on me.
I ain't going to a bar with you, handsome.
You confuse all the broads.
Get your cameras, boys.
I'm gonna light it up like Christmas.
Pilot to bombardier, your ship.
Bombardier to pilot. Roger.
Damn flak.
Argh!
Come on, Zamp.
There you are.
Bombs away.
Bombardier to pilot, your ship.
Roger.
Okay.
Here we go.
Yeah, just like Christmas.
Uh-oh.
- Zero, inbound, 10 o'clock, level. - All right.
Here they come, boys. Call them out.
Gotta get those doors closed, Zamp.
Roger.
Get them, get them, get them, Mitchell.
Coming in high at nine o'clock.