The Wall (1998) - full transcript
The story of three items left at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall: a pencil holder, a sheriff's badge, and an electric guitar. Each item connects the living with the dead and are left as either memorials or to heal the wounds of...
( distant cadence )
( knocking on door )
BENJAMIN, ARE YOU UP?
( knocking on door )
BENJAMIN HOLST,
DO YOU HEAR ME?
YES.
GET UP, LET'S GO. NOW.
SANG'S GOT BREAKFAST
ON THE TABLE. LET'S GO.
I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE.
BENJAMIN!
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!
BENJAMIN!
GUESS WHAT!
I GOT ANOTHER ONE YESTERDAY!
TWENTY-FIFTH INFANTRY.
THEY CALL THEMSELVES
THE TROPICAL LIGHTNING.
ALL I NEED NOW IS
THE FIFTH SPECIAL FORCES,
AND I'LL HAVE THE WHOLE CORPS,
AIRBORNE AND ALL.
GILLY SAID THERE'S SOME
FROM THE FIFTH COMING IN TODAY.
YOU KNOW, THE GREEN BERET.
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
FOR WEEKS.
BENJAMIN, NOW! ON THE DOUBLE!
I'LL SHOW YOU THE PATCH
AS SOON AS I GET IT, OKAY?
GOODBYE!
( distant helicopter
rotors whirr )
BENJAMIN!
COMING!
Radio Announcer:
TEMPERATURE,
83 DEGREES, HUMIDITY 77%--
ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY
HERE IN SAIGON,
AND ANOTHER FAVORITE
NETWORK TOP 10 COLLECTION.
( rock music playing )
ARE YOU FINISHED WITH MILK?
YES.
DAD.
DAD.
YEAH?
I MADE YOU SOMETHING.
HMM?
AT SCHOOL.
WHAT IS IT?
IT'S A PENCIL HOLDER,
TO HOLD ALL YOUR PENCILS AND...
YEAH, WELL, I DON'T USE
PENCILS. I USE PENS, SON.
WELL, I GUESS
YOUR PENS COULD FIT.
THE HOLES ARE TOO SMALL.
I COULD MAKE THEM BIGGER.
YOU USED TOO MUCH
VARNISH ON THIS.
YOU KNOW HOW I CAN TELL?
HOW?
SEE THAT RIGHT THERE?
SEE HOW IT'S CRACKED
RIGHT THERE?
YOU PUT IT ON TOO THICK
AND IT CRACKED IT.
YOU HAVE TO LET IT ON
A LITTLE THINNER
AT THE BEGINNING, LET IT DRY.
( chuckles )
I DIDN'T SEE THAT.
LET'S GO. YOU'RE GONNA
BE LATE FOR SCHOOL. COME ON.
BRUSH YOUR TEETH.
YES, SIR.
LET'S GET GOING.
HOLD YOUR BOOKS.
( soldiers speaking
Vietnamese )
COLONEL!
MAKE SURE YOU PAY BETTER
ATTENTION TODAY IN SCHOOL.
YES, SIR!
( indistinct chatter )
( calling cadence )
WHOA!
AT EASE.
'MORNING, SIR.
'MORNING. I DO NOT WANT
TO BE DISTURBED, LIEUTENANT.
YES, SIR.
HEY, BEN!
HEY!
HOW WAS SCHOOL? ( chuckles )
( television announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
Television Announcer:
THAT WAS OUR MORNING
REPORT FROM SAIGON.
MEANWHILE, TWO AMERICANS
WERE LISTED AS DEAD:
ONE WAS A MACHINE-GUNNER,
THE SECOND, HIS COMPANY
COMMANDER, WHO TOOK OVER
THE MACHINE GUN FROM
THIS FALLEN COMRADE
AND WAS KILLED HIMSELF.
( lawn mower humming )
...FOUR ENEMY SOLDIERS
WERE COUNTED AMONG THE DEAD.
( continues indistinctly )
...INFLICT HEAVY DAMAGE
ON THE AMERICANS.
VIET CONG MORTAR FIRE
DESTROYED TWO TRANSPORT PLANES,
VAST AMMUNITION DUMPS,
AND QUANTITIES OF
AVIATION FUEL.
THE STRATEGICALLY IMPORTANT
BASE AND INFANTRY HEADQUARTERS
WAS DEVASTATED, BUT DID NOT
FALL INTO ENEMY HANDS.
( female announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
( female announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
( lid clatters )
( female announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
WHO WAS HERE?
( speaking Vietnamese )
( helicopter rotors
whirring )
CONGRATULATIONS, SOLDIER!
THANK YOU, SIR!
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
COME BACK HERE! BEN!
COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT
ALLOWED IN THERE!
FOR CHRIST'S SAKES!
MAJOR SAYS THEY'RE
NOT GIVING...
EXCUSE ME!
EASY, SON! EASY!
HEY, HEY, SLOW DOWN!
NO RUNNING!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?
( indistinct merry shouts )
FORWARD! MARCH!
WHAT'S YOUR STAT?
( indistinct shout )
ALL RIGHT.
EASY.
( soldier groaning )
GOT HIM!
HOLD HIM DOWN THERE!
ALL RIGHT!
HEY, WHERE ARE THE GUYS FROM
THE FIFTH DIVISION? THEY'RE
SUPPOSED TO COME IN TODAY.
CHECK THE OTHER CHOPPER!
HEY, HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE?
THANK YOU!
HEY, KID.
HEY, HOW YOU DOIN'?
I BEEN BETTER.
EASY, EASY!
GUY'S SHOT UP PRETTY BAD HERE.
( Ben shouts indistinctly )
NOT NOW, KID.
ARE ALL THESE GUYS FROM...?
NOT. NOW.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
HANG ON A SECOND THERE,
COMMANDO!
DALEY! I WAS JUST
LOOKING FOR YOU!
YEAH, I'LL BET YOU WERE.
SO, WHERE ARE THEY?
THERE YOU GO--
HAVANA HOME GROWN.
WE SAID THREE.
THREE? THREE!
DAMN. THERE YOU GO.
ALL RIGHT, GET IN THE VAN.
REMEMBER, I DIDN'T SEE YA!
CLEVER LITTLE SHIT!
( giggles )
ALL RIGHT, THIS IS UNIT 3.
WE'RE ON OUR WAY RIGHT NOW.
WE'VE GOT FOUR MEN RIGHT HERE.
YOU'VE GOT FOUR?
YEAH. FOUR MEN,
AND WE'LL BE THERE
IN APPROXIMATELY 12 MINUTES.
UNIT 3.
WE'LL BE READY. ROGER, OUT.
HEY, HOW YOU DOIN', SON?
NOT BAD.
I'LL TRADE YOU FOR THAT PATCH.
HEY, WE GOT A REAL
LITTLE DEALER HERE, EH, GUYS?
AW, MAN!
TRADE ME FOR THIS PATCH?
WHAT IS IT YOU GOT YOU THINK
I WANT TO TRADE THAT BADLY, HUH?
SCOTCH.
OH, MAN, PASS THAT OVER HERE.
TWELVE YEARS OLD.
SCOTCH, HUH?
AND HOW DO I KNOW IT AIN'T PISS?
THAT'S RIGHT! HA HA HA!
SLIP ME A SAMPLE
AND WE'LL TALK.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
THAT'S-- THAT'S ENOUGH.
IT'S RIGHT THERE, MAN.
COME ON, PASS IT OVER HERE.
THAT'S THE GOOD STUFF, KID.
SMOOTHER THAN A GEISHA GIRL'S
CHEEK, AND I DON'T MEAN
THE ONE ABOVE HER CHIN,
YOU KNOW?
( laughter )
GEISHA GIRLS, MAN.
YEAH, SURE.
LISTEN, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT:
INSTEAD OF THE PATCH,
I'LL SWAP YOU THE JAR OF PISS
FOR THIS GENUINE GOOK FAN.
LOOK. REAL NICE.
NO. THE PATCH AND, UH,
JUST THE PATCH.
LOOK, KID, I'D LOVE TO,
BUT THE PATCH AIN'T MINE.
I BORROWED THIS JACKET
FROM THE GUY UP THERE.
THE PATCH IS HIS.
THANKS FOR THE SAMPLE, THOUGH.
THAT KID DRIVES
A HARD BARGAIN, DOESN'T HE?
YOU'RE TELLING ME.
HEY THERE.
HEY.
I WAS JUST TALKING TO
YOUR FRIEND DOWN BELOW,
AND, UH, I WAS WONDER...
YEAH?
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
NOTHING. SORRY.
HEY, MISTER.
TRADE YOU FOR THAT PATCH.
SCOTCH. THE GOOD STUFF.
TWELVE YEARS OLD.
SMOOTHER THAN A GEISHA GIRL'S
CHEEK, AND, UH, NOT ABOVE
HER CHIN, KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
( laughter )
CHECK THAT KID OUT, MAN.
HEY, MISTER.
SO HOW 'BOUT IT, MR. MULLEN?
THIS JAR FOR YOUR PATCH?
( retching and gasping )
HEY, MISTER! LET GO!
YOU'RE HURTING ME, MISTER!
( indistinct shouting )
PLEASE! PLEASE, MISTER!
WHAT THE HELL IS
GOING ON HERE?
JESUS CHRIST!
WE GOT A BAD ONE BACK HERE!
( indistinct shouting )
BASE, THIS IS UNIT 3.
WE GOT A GUY GOING
DITCH-DOWN ON US,
POSSIBLE TRAUMATIC PARALYSIS.
( indistinct shouting )
LET THE BOY GO, SOLDIER!
LET HIM GO!
GET HIM OFF ME!
CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!
LET GO, SOLDIER!
MOVE IT! MOVE IT!
LET GO!
( sirens wail )
( horn blares )
HOLD IT! HOLD IT!
( sirens wail )
SINCLAIR, GET THE REST OF
YOUR UNIT TOGETHER. WE'VE GOT
A BIG BLEEDER ON THE WAY.
I NEED SOME I.V. SET UP,
PLASMA, AND BACKUP BLOOD, STAT.
( sirens wail )
( indistinct shouts )
( sirens wail )
( indistinct shouts )
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS KID
DOING IN HERE?
EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL
NOW, SIR, BUT I'VE GOT A MAN
HEMORRHAGING RIGHT HERE.
GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
PLEASE, DON'T TELL MY DAD.
I CAN'T, SIR. THE MAN WON'T
LET GO OF HIM. HE'S IN A STATE
OF TRAUMATIC PARALYSIS.
HE'S RIPPED TO SHIT.
GET HIM TO THREE, NOW.
GODDAMN IT,
WE LOST THIS ONE! HE'S DEAD!
SON OF A BITCH!
SIR, WHAT ABOUT THE BOY?
HE'S COMING WITH US.
THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO.
I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS
IN HERE, SIR, I SWEAR.
HE MUST HAVE SNUCK ON
WHILE I WASN'T LOOKING.
( indistinct shouting )
Woman: I NEED A GURNEY,
OVER HERE!
COME ON, HE'S BLEEDING OUT!
( indistinct shouting )
WATCH HIS HEAD.
CORPORAL, WE GOT A BLEEDER!
OVER HERE!
OKAY, OKAY, WE NEED SOME
DIRECT PRESSURE ON THAT WOUND.
WHAT THE HELL'S THIS KID
DOING HERE?
WE'VE GOT A SUCKING CHEST
WOUND HERE, PEOPLE. I NEED
YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION.
I NEED SOME SUCTION AND SOME
SPONGES NOW. PRESSURE?
CAN'T GET ONE.
PULSE?
THREADY, FALLING FAST.
GODDAMN IT! VENTILATE NOW.
I WANT YOU TO START ME
A DOPAMINE DRIP, STAT.
YES, SIR.
WHO IS THIS KID?
HE'S COLONEL HOLST' BOY.
OH, SHIT.
( intercom buzzes )
LIEUTENANT, I TOLD YOU
I DID NOT WANT TO BE DISTURBED.
YES, SIR.
IT'S THE HOSPITAL, THOUGH.
IT'S ABOUT YOUR SON.
IS HE HURT OR WHAT?
NO, SIR. NOT EXACTLY.
OH, SHIT.
( pen clatters )
HE'S LOST EIGHT UNITS
OF BLOOD.
DO YOU STILL WANT THE I.V.?
I CAN'T GET A VEIN.
THEY'RE COLLAPSING.
NO. NO.
FORGET IT.
IS HE, UM...
IS HE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT?
I MEAN, UH...
IS HE, UH, GONNA...
GONNA... DIE?
( gasping )
I HEARD A VOICE.
I HEARD A VOICE.
WAS THAT YOUR VOICE?
THAT WAS YOUR VOICE.
THAT'S YOU.
WHY, SURE. IT'S YOU.
WHAT'S WRONG?
WHY YOU HERE?
YOU COME A LONG WAY
TO SEE ME, STEVIE.
YOU COME A LONG WAY
TO SEE ME, HAVEN'T YOU?
Y-YEAH. UM...
I'VE COME A LONG WAY TO SEE YOU.
( Mullens groaning )
BUT I WROTE YOUR MOM
A LETTER...
THAT I GOT HERE...
BUT NOW I'M ALL RIGHT.
I-I'M COMING HOME.
DIDN'T SHE GET IT?
UH, YEAH. SURE.
SHE GOT IT. SHE KNOWS.
GOOD.
YOU KNOW, I DIDN'T WANT HER
WORRYING ABOUT ME.
SHE GOT PLENTY GOING ON
TO BE WORRYING ABOUT ME.
( groaning and muttering )
NO, SHE'S NOT--
SHE'S NOT WORRIED.
THEN WHY'D SHE SEND YOU,
STEVIE? WHY YOU HERE?
SHE... SHE WANTED ME
TO BRING YOU HOME.
SHE ALL RIGHT...
YOUR MAMA?
SHE-- SHE'S GOOD.
SHE'S REALLY GOOD.
GOOD.
( gasping )
( inaudible whisper )
( gasping )
( inaudible whisper )
WHAT THE HELL'S
GOING ON, CAPTAIN?
I'VE JUST HEARD THAT MY SON
WAS ALLOWED TO RIDE
WITH THE WOUNDED MEN,
AND NOW HE'S BEING
FORCIBLY HELD BY ONE.
WHERE IS HE?
I ASSURE YOU, SIR, YOUR SON
IS IN NO DANGER. HE'S DOWN HERE
IN THE O.R. WITH US.
I'LL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT,
CAPTAIN. I SUGGEST YOU MAKE SURE
THAT THAT SOLDIER RELEASES
MY SON, NOW.
SIR, WE'VE TRIED.
THE MAN HAS A VERY FIRM
GRIP ON YOUR SON.
I DON'T KNOW "TRY," SOLDIER.
SIR, WE ARE TRYING OUR BEST.
I WANT MY SON OUT OF HERE
NOW, DO YOU HEAR ME?
SIR, WE ARE TRYING OUR BEST.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
YES, I DO, SIR.
HE IS IN O.R.
WHERE IS HE?!
PLEASE LISTEN TO ME--
THERE IS A MAN IN THERE WHO HAS
LESS THAN 10 MINUTES LEFT
TO LIVE, AND RIGHT NOW,
HE BELIEVES YOUR SON
TO BE HIS OWN.
THAT MAN IS GONNA DIE,
AND HE'S GONNA DIE SOON, SIR.
IF YOU TAKE YOUR SON AWAY,
THAT MAN DIES ALONE,
AND I AM SORRY,
I WILL
NOT
DO THAT.
IF YOU THINK YOU CAN,
THEN YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME
TO TRY, SIR.
( door opens )
WHAT'S GOING ON, STEVIE?
IS SOMETHING WRONG?
It's okay, it's okay.
STEVIE.
( gasping ) STEVIE.
SHE'S NOT WORRIED ABOUT ME,
IS SHE? YOUR MAMA?
NO, NO. SHE'S NOT HERE,
BUT, UH, NOTHING'S WRONG.
GOOD.
'CAUSE I CAN'T WAIT
TO GET HOME TO HER,
TO EVERYBODY.
YOU'LL TAKE ME HOME TOO,
WON'T YOU?
YEAH. YEAH.
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME.
MAYBE... MAYBE SHE GON' MAKE
THAT PINEAPPLE CAKE
SHE ALWAYS MAKE.
YOU REMEMBER THAT CAKE,
DON'T YOU?
PINEAPPLE CAKE.
I REMEMBER.
YOU WERE SO EXCITED ABOUT
B-BLOWING OUT THEM CANDLES
THAT-- THAT YOU'D MAKE ME
LIGHT 'EM AGAIN
SO THAT YOU COULD GIVE IT
ANOTHER GO.
I REMEMBER.
YOU STILL HAD
YOUR MOUTH FULL,
SO... WHEN YOU WENT
TO BLOW AGAIN,
YOU SPIT CAKE
ALL OVER MY FACE!
( laughing )
I REMEMBER.
WHY YOU HERE, STEVIE?
HMM?
WHY-- WHY YOU HERE, STEVIE?
WHY'D YOU COME
ALL THIS WAY, HMM?
I-I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING.
I C-CAME ALL THIS WAY
TO BRING YOU SOMETHING.
YOU BROUGHT ME SOMETHING?
WH-WHAT IS IT?
I MADE THIS FOR YOU.
I WANTED TO BRING IT TO YOU.
I WANTED YOU TO HAVE IT.
YOU MADE THIS FOR ME?
I MADE IT FOR YOU.
IT'S... NOT VERY GOOD, THOUGH.
IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
IT'S SO SMOOTH.
HOW'D YOU GET IT SO SMOOTH?
THAT'S THE FINISH. UH...
BUT THERE'S A CRACK IN THE BACK.
WHERE IS IT?
TOO MUCH VARNISH, TOO SOON.
( gasping and groaning )
THAT AIN'T NOTHING.
THAT'S EASY TO FIX.
I... ( indistinct comment )
YOU AIN'T HURT YOURSELF.
YOU CAREFUL, RIGHT?
NO, I WAS CAREFUL.
SURE IS A FINE PENCIL HOLDER.
YOU KNOW SOMETHING?
YOU GOOD WITH YOUR HANDS...
JUST LIKE ME.
YOU JUST LIKE ME.
( groaning )
YOU KNOW WHAT?
TOMORROW, I'M GON' SHOW YOU
HOW TO MAKE A DOVETAIL JOINT.
SWEETEST JOINT YOU EVER SEEN.
AIN'T NEED NO HOLES!
JUST-- JUST FIT RIGHT TOGETHER,
YOU KNOW?
AIN'T NEED NO DRILLIN'.
THAT WAY...
NOBODY GET HURT.
( groaning and whimpering )
( pencil holder clatters )
( weeping softly )
LET'S GO HOME.
I THINK THAT BELONGS TO ME.
YEAH.
( weeping softly )
( indistinct chatter )
( indistinct chatter )
( distant combat gunfire )
( combat gunfire continuing )
( soldier panting )
( automatic gunfire )
( panting )
( camera shutter clicks )
( camera shutter clicks )
( distorted distant chatter )
( camera shutter clicks )
( indistinct chatter )
Man: YEAH, IT'S IN THERE.
( indistinct response )
IT'S
IN THERE.
IT'S IN THERE.
( indistinct chatter )
HOLD IT!
HOLD IT, WAIT FOR ME.
( indistinct chatter )
CALVIN, HOW DO I LOOK? YEAH?
NOW, GRACIE,
GET IN THE PICTURE.
GRANDMA, TELL GRACIE
TO GET IN THE PICTURE.
OKAY. OKAY, NOW, SMILE!
BEAUTIFUL!
ALL YOU MITCHELL MEN
STAY WITH THE ARMY!
YOU SHOULD-- YOU SHOULD
JOIN THE NAVY, LIKE CALVIN.
GIVE YOUR OLD GRANDMOTHER
A CHANCE TO SEE A DIFFERENT
COLOR UNIFORM AROUND THIS HOUSE!
( laughter )
WELL... YOU KNOW
I DON'T LIKE THE WATER, GRANDMA.
I CAN'T SWIM WORTH A LICK.
I TELL 'EM GIVE ME THE LAND
ANY DAY!
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY!
LET'S HAVE A SPEECH NOW,
BECAUSE YOU'LL BE GONE
13 MONTHS, AND I KNOW
YOU'LL
HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!
SPEECH! SPEECH!
YES, YES, YES.
MAMA'S ALWAYS TRYING
TO GET ME TO TALK.
TELL 'EM I'M THE STRONG,
SILENT TYPE.
WHO YOU TALKIN' TO?
I AIN'T GOT NOTHIN'
TO DO WITH THIS ONE, BRACEY.
THIS IS YOUR DAY.
HEY, DON'T LOOK AT ME.
YOU HEARD HIM. ALL THIS
IS FOR YOU.
HEY, CALVIN...
WHY DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?
HEY! HEY, NOW!
EXCUSE ME. I MEAN
"CALVIN, SIR!"
OKAY.
( laughter and chatter )
WELL, SEE, THIS IS
YOUR PARTY, BRO. YOU'RE THE ONE
GOING TO VIETNAM, NOT ME.
AND I HOPE I NEVER GO.
( echoing ) NEVER GO...
NEVER GO... NEVER GO...
( men shouting
in Vietnamese )
( automatic gunfire )
( automatic gunfire )
( groaning )
( rapid heartbeat )
( heartbeat slows )
Denise:
BRACEY.
OH, MAN.
GRANDMA WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU.
Denise:
BRACEY!
HOLD IT, NOW.
I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU.
LOOKY THERE.
NOW, THERE'S A LOT OF HISTORY
CONNECTED TO THIS BADGE.
YOUR GRANDFATHER...
I KNOW, GRANDMA.
HE THOUGHT IT WAS A SPECIAL
PIECE THAT GOT HIM
THROUGH THE WAR.
YOUR UNCLE BILL
IN THE SECOND WAR.
RIGHT.
AND YOUR DADDY...
Both: ...IN THE KOREAN WAR.
( Denise slaps
Bracey's chest )
ALL THE MITCHELL MEN
CARRIED IT INTO THE WAR
WITH THEM...
AND
SURVIVED!
THANK YOU, GRANDMA.
I'VE KEPT IT ALL THESE YEARS,
AND NOW... IT'S TIME FOR...
ANOTHER MITCHELL MAN TO WEAR IT.
I WANT YOU TO WEAR IT
WITH PRIDE, SON.
That's right.
AND IT'LL GET YOU HOME.
COMMAND AND CONTROL,
THIS IS DUST-OFF
THREE-ZERO-ONE,
ON DECK AT YOUR NINE O'CLOCK,
ON APPROACH FOR PICKUP,
ZONE FIVE-ZERO-ZERO-NINER.
HEADS UP, GUYS, WE'RE IN
VICTOR CHARLIE'S BACKYARD NOW,
IN THE INDIAN TERRITORY.
THERE ARE BOGIES
AT TWO O'CLOCK.
GO GET 'EM, TRAIL.
AFFIRM. TRAIL GOIN' IN!
HERE COMES THE SHERIFF,
MOTHER FUCKERS!
WHOO-HOO!
THIS IS DUST-OFF THREE-
ZERO-ONE, REQUESTING HOT GUNS
FOR PAPA ZULU
FIVE-ZERO-ZERO-NINER.
DUST-OFF, CONFIRM
YOU'RE GOING HOT. OVER.
LADDER TWO, GOING IN.
WHERE'S THAT SUPPORT, CONTROL?
GIVE ME SOME OF THAT
UHF CHATTER, OVER.
CONTROL, TWO-THREE-ZERO-ONE.
WE'RE HAVING MASS MOVEMENTS.
( indistinct chatter )
GET THOSE BIRDS UP HERE.
( indistinct shouts )
V.C.
GOT V.C.
COME ON!
( indistinct shouts )
( automatic gunfire )
HOT L.Z.! HOT L.Z.!
ABORT! ABORT!
GET OUTTA HERE!
TRAIL GET OUTTA THERE!
GET THAT MEDEVAC OUT OF THERE,
QUICK! WE ARE TAKING FIRE!
( automatic gunfire )
AAH!
GO! GO, GO, GO!
( indistinct urgent
radio chatter )
( automatic gunfire
and shouting )
AAH!
( men crying out )
( automatic gunfire )
LET'S GO! LET'S GO!
HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!
CHRIST! WE GOTTA GET
THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
GET HIM OUT! CHARLIE'S
SHOOTING THE SHIT OUT OF US!
LET'S GO! GET HIM OUT!
LET'S GO!
( automatic gunfire )
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
CONTROL, UNDERTAKER.
WE ARE OUT OF HERE.
( indistinct radio chatter )
( indistinct shouting )
WANT TO SHOOT PEOPLE
IN THE BACK, YOU DICKHEADS?
DON'T YOU KNOW YOU DON'T
WITH THE SHERIFF?
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YEAH.
DON'T FORGET WHO CAME
TO GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE--
THE SHERIFF!
RIGHT, MORTY?
MORTY?
MORTY?!
MORTY!
DUST-OFF THREE-ZERO-ONE
ON DECK, WITH ONE K.I.A.
AND ONE WOUNDED, REQUESTING
IMMEDIATE MEDICAL. OVER.
ROGER, DUST-OFF.
ON THE WAY.
MORTY?
MORTY.
HE'S DEAD, CHIEF.
HE'S DEAD.
OH
SHIT.
Man: BRACEY!
SERGEANT BRACEY!
I'M CORPORAL CRUZ.
I'M YOUR NEW GUNNER.
COME ON, IT'S PICKUP TIME.
HAVE TO GO.
YEAH.
SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT
MORTY, MAN. THAT WAS TERRIBLE.
YEAH. CHARLIE DON'T
RESPECT NOTHIN'.
SHOT HIM ALL TO SHIT.
THOSE GOOKS AIN'T EVEN HUMAN!
Denise:
WHY ARE YOU...
WEARING THAT UNIFORM, THEN,
IF YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR COUNTRY?
NOW, GRANDMA, THAT IS
NOT FAIR. HE DID NOT SAY
THAT HE DIDN'T LOVE HIS COUNTRY.
MRS. MITCHELL,
MY COUNTRY DOESN'T LOVEME.
THERE ARE MORE OF US
GETTING KILLED IN 'NAM
THAN ANYONE ELSE, AND THERE
ARE STILL PLACES BACK HERE
WHERE-- WHERE WE CAN'T EAT
IN PEACE...
NOW, YOU
KNOW
THAT'S RIGHT.
...OR BUY A HOUSE
OR GO TO SCHOOL.
AS A MATTER OF FACT,
THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE
WHO ARE SAYING WE SHOULDN'T
EVEN
BE
IN VIETNAM.
EVEN DR. KING SAID IT!
KING WAS WRONG!
All: WHAT?!
I MEAN... AMERICA JUST DON'T
FIGHT NO WARS FOR NOTHIN'.
OH, BRACEY, COME ON.
LOOK, I'M A SOLDIER.
THAT'S WHAT I KNOW.
AND I GO WHERE THEY TELL ME
AND WHEN THEY TELL ME.
SPOON-FED.
I'M NOT ASHAMED
TO FIGHT FOR MY COUNTRY.
IF I WERE YOU, I'D TRY
TO GET TRANSFERRED TO GERMANY.
AT LEAST OVER THERE,
THEY AREN'T SHOOTING.
( nearby twig snaps )
( automatic gunfire )
AAH!
( automatic gunfire )
Denise:
...AND WHEN YOU
LOOK AT IT, THINK OF ME,
ALL RIGHT? YOU PROMISE ME?
PROMISE ME.
( panting )
( automatic gunfire )
( panting )
( automatic gunfire )
( panting softly )
OKAY, OKAY, LET'S HAVE
A SPEECH NOW!
I AIN'T GOT NOTHIN'
TO DO WITH THIS ONE, BRACEY.
YOU'RE THE ONE GOING
TO VIETNAM, NOT ME.
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT
WAR AND THAT KIND OF STUFF,
BRACEY. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
THERE WAS A VIETNAM TILL YOU
SAID YOU WERE GOING THERE.
BUT FROM WHAT I HEAR,
A LOT OF US ARE DYING
OVER THERE, YOU KNOW,
AND NOBODY SEEMS TO KNOW WHY--
I MEAN, WHY WE'RE DYING
OR WHY WE'RE EVEN THERE.
MY-- MY FATHER SAID
HE NEVER HEARD OF
NO VIETNAM PEOPLE
DOING ANYTHING TO BLACK FOLKS.
LISTEN. I MEAN...
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I DON'T WANT YOU
TO DIE FOR NOTHING.
WILL YOU WAIT?
IT'S ONLY 13 MONTHS.
HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
TAKE THE BADGE?
HOLD IT FOR ME.
AND I PROMISE...
I'LL BE BACK TO PICK IT UP.
THIS BELONGS TO YOUR FAMILY.
THAT'S WHAT BROUGHT
EVERYBODY HOME.
SO YOU KEEP IT.
KEEP IT CLOSE TO YOUR HEART,
AND WHEN YOU LOOK AT IT,
THINK OF ME, ALL RIGHT?
PROMISE ME.
I PROMISE.
...THIS IS DUST-OFF
THREE-ZERO-ONE...
( indistinct radio chatter )
ROGER, DUST-OFF.
GOTCHA. MAKE US SAFE.
HEY, CRUZ,
HOW MANY MEN WE GOT?
ONE DOWN, ONE WOUNDED.
CAN THE WOUNDED MAN WALK?
THEY DIDN'T SAY.
I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT
WHEN WE GET THERE.
ALL RIGHT.
HERE COMES THE SHERIFF,
MOTHER FUCKERS!
GOT FORWARD AIR PATROL
REPORTS ON ( indistinct )
MOVEMENT. POSSIBLE N.V.A.
CAN'T CONFIRM. STAY ALERT
AND BRING OUR BOYS OUT. OVER.
LEAD TRAIL. I SEE FLARES.
THAT'S THEM!
( indistinct comment )
NO BANDITS IN SIGHT.
ROGER, LEAD.
DO THE LIFT, BOYS.
MOVE IN CLOSE, WE'RE GOING IN.
VICTOR CHARLIE!
VICTOR CHARLIE!
( automatic gunfire )
THEY'RE COMING IN HOT!
MOVE IT!
( indistinct radio chatter )
( automatic gunfire )
AFFIRM, DUST-OFF. HANG ON.
WE'LL GET HELP.
TWO MEN DOWN, CONFIRMED.
TWO MEN DOWN.
HANG ON, FLIGHT.
( indistinct radio chatter )
( automatic gunfire )
THEY'RE IN RETREAT, BRACEY!
THERE'S YOUR CHANCE!
BEAT THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS
DOWN!
AAH!
TAKING HITS BACK HERE.
( indistinct radio chatter )
AAH!
C.N.C., GETTING SOME HEAT
DOWN HERE! OVER!
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAY--!
( approaching voices
speaking Vietnamese )
( approaching voices
speaking Vietnamese )
( small bird chirping )
DIE!
DIIIIEEEE!
( panting )
AW, JESUS.
I GOT THE MOTHER FUCKERS.
I GOT 'EM, CRUZ.
DAMN IT.
I'M SORRY, HOMIE.
( helicopters approaching )
CONTROL, THIS IS RESCUE
TWO-ZERO-ZERO-ONE,
APPROACHING CRASH ZONE.
ROGER, RESCUE.
CONTROL, SURVEILLANCE
INDICATES NEGATIVE SURVIVORS.
WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE!
THERE HE IS!
CONTROL, RESCUE SPOTS
A SURVIVOR.
LOOKS LIKE SERGEANT BRACEY.
REPEAT, WE GOT A SURVIVOR.
BACK! BACK! GO BACK!
( automatic gunfire )
DO IT! COME ON!
( automatic gunfire )
BRACEY, GO!
GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!
COME ON! ( indistinct )
GRAB HOLD, MAN!
I GOT YOU! TAKE IT UP!
YOU'RE ALMOST HOME!
NOW COME ON!
COME ON!
( automatic gunfire )
AAH!
COME ON, MAN!
( indistinct shouts )
AAH!
( indistinct shouts )
AAH!
( indistinct radio chatter )
THEY PUT ALL THEIR
NAMES ON IT?
MM-HMM. THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY.
MM-HMM.
MOM WANTS TO GO
JUST TO SEE HIS NAME.
I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO...
JUST SEE HIS NAME.
WELL, GRANDMA,
IT'S THE LEAST THEY CAN DO.
THEY HAVEN'T DONE MUCH ELSE.
LOOK, WE'LL LEAVE ON FRIDAY.
WE'LL GOT TO THE WALL
ON SATURDAY.
WE'LL STAY OVERNIGHT.
WE'D BE BACK HERE ON SUNDAY.
WELL, WHO?
HOW MANY'S GOING?
JUST YOU, ME, AND MOM.
OH, COME ON, GRANDMA,
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME
YOU WERE IN WASHINGTON, HUH?
NEVER.
UH-HUH!
( both laughing )
I'LL TELL YOU...
GRANDMA...
( Grandma chuckling )
...YOU KNOW THEY
LEAVE THINGS AT THE WALL?
NO. WHAT KIND OF THINGS?
OH, YEAH,
ALL KINDS OF THINGS,
LIKE MEDALS AND INSIGNIAS
AND PICTURES-- YOU KNOW,
THINGS THE BOYS
HAD BACK IN 'NAM.
MM-HMM.
AND MOM WAS THINKING THAT
MAYBE YOU'D WANT TO
LEAVE THE BADGE.
NOT A CHANCE!
YOU TELL YOUR MOM--
NO, I'LL TELL HER MYSELF--
THAT BADGE WENT TO WAR
WITH
EVERY
MITCHELL MAN.
GRANDMA, THERE ARE NO MORE
MITCHELL MEN LEFT.
WHO ARE WE GOING TO
GIVE IT TO NEXT?
NO. THAT BADGE STAYS HERE.
IT'S-- IT'S THE ONLY THING
THAT TIES THEM ALL TOGETHER.
YOU TELL HER--
TELL HER I WON'T GO.
I DON'T NEED TO SEE ANY WALL.
OH, MY BABY BOY.
THAT BADGE...
BROUGHT ALL MY MEN HOME.
WHY NOT YOU?
( sobbing )
MOM! GRANDMA!
HERE IT IS.
OH, MY GOD...!
OH!
OH!
I'M GON'...
LEAVE IT HERE, ADA.
LIZ WAS RIGHT.
THERE ARE NO MORE
MITCHELL MEN LEFT TO WEAR IT--
NONE LEFT TO FIGHT.
NO NEED...
TO HANG ON TO THIS ANYMORE.
Man:
WAR IS DICK.
Man #2:
WAR IS DICK?
NIXON SAYS HIS DICK
IS BIGGER THAN HO CHI MINH'S.
WE GOTTA PROVE IT.
"WE"? WHAT IS THIS "WE"?
YOU GOT A TURD IN YOUR POCKET?
I DON'T SEE YOU FIGHTIN'
NO WAR.
WAR IS ABOUT PUSSY.
NIXON'S STILL TRYING
TO IMPRESS THAT SWEET THANG
WHO DUMPED HIS ASS
IN HIGH SCHOOL.
WELL, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING.
DICK, PUSSY-- SAME SAME.
RIGHT, BABY-SAN?
ALL RIGHT, GO TAKE CARE
OF THE CUSTOMERS,
ALL RIGHT, DARLING?
SAME SAME?
DICK AND PUSSY?
REMIND ME NEVER TO TAKE
A SHOWER WITH YOU, MENKE.
DON'T BUST MY BALLS.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
FISHER, YOU IN?
DEAL ME IN.
WAR IS THE EXTERNALIZED
EXPRESSION OF A CULTURE'S
SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE
TO PURGE ITSELF
OF THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST
OF EACH GENERATION.
THE JEALOUS,
CONSERVATIVE OLD MEN,
THEY'RE FRIGHTENED
BY THE YOUNG, VITAL MEN,
SO THEY SACRIFICE THEM
ON THE BATTLEFIELD
TO PROTECT THE STATUS QUO...
AND GET THE YOUNG PUSSY
FOR THEMSELVES, RIGHT?
( chuckles )
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU
SMOKING, OLIVERA?
SMOKE THIS!
( indistinct chatter )
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT WAR IS.
WAR IS REAL ESTATE.
GENERAL HARDROCKS SAYS,
"I LIKE THAT PRETTY
LITTLE VILLAGE.
I'D LIKE TO RUN AN AMERICAN FLAG
UP ITS FLAGPOLE, AND I'D BE
WILLING TO KILL TWENTY
19-YEAR-OLD AMERICAN BOYS
TO DO IT."
GENERAL FISH-AND-RICE COMES
ALONG AND SAYS, "NO,
I THINK IT WOULD LOOK BETTER
WITH UNCLE HO'S FLAG."
I'M OUT.
"AND I'D BE WILLING TO KILL
THIRTY MEN
AND WOMEN
TO DO IT."
GENERAL HARDROCKS
UPS THE BET--
FIFTY DEAD, TWENTY WOUNDED.
GENERAL FISH-AND-RICE SAYS,
"I'LL KILL THIRTY MEN AND WOMEN
AND SLAUGHTER EVERY MAN, WOMAN,
AND CHILD IN THE VILLAGE."
GENERAL HARDROCKS
DOUBLES DOWN ON THE CASUALTIES,
AND SAYS, "I'LL KILL EVERY
MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD
IN THE VILLAGE, AND THEN
BURN IT DOWN."
GENERAL HARDROCKS WINS,
RAISES THE OL' RED-WHITE-AND-
BLUE, STANDS PROUD
AND VICTORIOUS IN THE MIDDLE OF
THAT PRETTY LITTLE VILLAGE,
WHICH NOW, OF COURSE,
IS A BURNED-OUT,
DEAD FUCKIN' RUIN,
BUT THEN OL' FISH-AND-RICE
COMES AND SAYS,
"I WANT THAT HILL."
WHOLE THING STARTS
ALL OVER AGAIN.
( snapping cards )
THE SECRET TO WAR
IS NOT BEING A 19-YEAR-OLD
BIDDING POINT.
AH. BE A GENERAL.
DON'T EVEN BE
A FUCKING GENERAL.
DON'T GET CLOSE TO REAL ESTATE.
SELL ACCOUTREMENTS.
"ACCOUTRE-WHATS"?
ACCOUTREMENTS.
ACCESSORIES, YOU NUMB-NUTS.
SELL THE LITTLE REAL ESTATE
"SOLD" SIGNS.
SELL THE PINK
FUCKING FLAMINGOS.
LOOK, YOU WANNA GET RICH
IN THIS WAR? GET A CONTRACT
SELLING BODY BAGS.
Man: TAKE FIVE, OKAY?
WHAT?
TAKE BREAK. TAKE FIVE, OKAY?
YEAH, BUT LET'S
MAKE IT FIVE, OKAY?
I'M WATCHING THE CLOCK.
NOT THAT THEY'RE DOING ME
ANY FAVORS BY COMING BACK.
THROW A CAT IN A BLENDER,
MAKE MORE MELODY.
( chuckles )
BISHOP, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU
WERE SO FUCKING DEEP, BROTHER.
WELL...
YOU BISHOP?
NONE OTHER.
THOUGHT I COULD DO
SOME BUSINESS WITH YOU.
POSSIBLY. YOU BUYING
OR SELLING?
BUYING.
THIS OKAY?
WHAT, THESE GUYS?
OH, YEAH, SURE.
THESE ARE MY, UH, MY FELLOW
ACCOUTREMENTS SUPPLIERS.
HOW YOU DOIN'?
HEY, WHAT'S UP?
I'M OUT.
I HEARD YOU CAN GET A MAN
REASSIGNED FOR A PRICE.
NO, THAT'S SERGEANT
BROADAXE'S GIG. YOU GOTTA TALK
TO SERGEANT BROADAXE ABOUT THAT.
HE WON'T DEAL WITH ME.
I PISSED HIM OFF ONCE.
YOU DON'T WANNA DO THAT!
SO YOU CAN'T HELP ME?
I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
LOOK, I'LL PAY TOP DOLLAR.
I'VE GOT A MAN WHO'S GOT
THREE MONTHS LEFT ON HIS TOUR,
BUT HE'S STARTING TO, UH...
HIS SHIT'S GETTING FLAKEY.
SAVE ME THE SOAP OPERA.
WHAT'S HIS M.O.S.?
ELEVEN FOXTROT.
WHAT'S THAT? RECON.
HE GOT A SECONDARY?
ELEVEN BRAVO.
GROUND-POUNDER,
THROUGH AND THROUGH.
WHAT'S THIS GUY WANT?
HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS,
AND I DON'T WANT HIM TO,
TO FEEL, UH...
GUILTY OR SOMETHING.
YOU'RE A REAL SENSITIVE GUY.
WHAT DO
YOU
WANT FOR HIM?
SOMETHING SAFE...
SAFE AS IT GETS AROUND HERE.
CAN YOU DO THAT?
A GRUNT-- A RECON GRUNT,
NO LESS-- WANTS A REAR-ECHELON
GHOST JOB.
YOU GOT SOME LEAD
YOU WANT ME TO TURN INTO GOLD
WHILE YOU'RE AT IT?
( laughter )
CAN YOU DO IT?
HELL... I'M THE KING.
I CAN DO ANYTHING.
IT'S GONNA COST YOU,
THOUGH, PAL.
HOW MUCH?
WELL...
THAT I'VE GOT TO THINK ABOUT.
WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME
A COUPLE OF MINUTES.
OKAY.
ALL RIGHT.
HEY, UH...
YOU THINK THE GUITARIST WOULD
MIND IF I CHECKED OUT HIS TELE?
HE SHOULDN'T. IT'S MINE.
I RENT IT TO HIM.
YOU PLAY?
YEAH, SOME.
YEAH, SURE. GO AHEAD.
JUST DON'T BREAK IT.
HOW DO WE DO THIS?
OH, FUCK, BISHOP.
TRANSFERS ARE BROADAXE'S GAME.
WE DON'T FUCK WITH BROADAXE.
BROADAXE HAS BEEN DIPPING
INTO MY BANGKOK SCAM.
WHO-- WHO CAME UP WITH
THAT BANGKOK SCAM?
YOU DID.
ME, THAT'S RIGHT.
I INVENTED. I SAY I DIG INTO
ONE OF HIS SCAMS.
I SAY I RESPOND.
I SAY I ATTACK.
IF I SIT STILL,
HE'S GONNA EAT ME ALIVE.
I'M WITH MENKE.
I SAY BACK OFF.
ME TOO. MY DICK'S TOO SHORT
TO FUCK WITH GOD.
THAT'S A GOOD THING TO SAY
IN A DEMOCRACY.
( playing skillfully )
THIS KID CAN PLAY.
A BLACK MAN
WITH A SHORT DICK?
YO' MAMA!
( playing soulful tune )
Spectator: PLAY IT, MAN!
( playing soulful tune )
( man speaking Vietnamese )
FIVE MINUTES OVER.
NO, NO, NO, NO. LET HIM PLAY.
HE'S GOOD!
HE'S GREAT.
I WATCH. MAYBE I LEARN.
( scoffs ) I DOUBT IT.
( playing rock song )
( spectators respond )
( playing rock song )
( spectators respond )
( speaking Vietnamese )
( spectators responding )
Man: ALL RIGHT!
ALL RIGHT!
ROCK 'N' ROLL!
( rock music continuing )
HOO YEAH!
( music continues )
( cheers and applause )
( cheers and applause )
ALL RIGHT.
YEAH!
( music concludes )
( cheers and applause )
ALL RIGHT!
( song ends )
THAT'S ALL RIGHT!
MOTHER FUCK THAT!
( applause )
HEY, BUDDY!
THANKS.
( approvingly ) GOD DAMN!
WHERE'D YOU COME FROM?
MICHIGAN. THINK I COULD
GET A GLASS OF WATER?
YEAH, SURE. MICHIGAN! HAH!
( playing passably )
DIDN'T KNOW THEY HAD GUYS
COULD PLAY LIKE YOU IN MICHIGAN.
WE GOT US SOME PICKERS.
( music continuing )
GUYS, GUYS, GUYS!
CALL IT QUITS FOR THE NIGHT,
WILL YA? YOU'RE MAKIN'
MY EARS DIRTY!
( music halts )
CHRIST, THOSE GUYS ARE BAD.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
TELE WASN'T TOO KIND
ON MY CALLOUSES.
I HEAR THAT.
YOU EVER CUT A RECORD?
WE WERE WORKING ON ONE
BEFORE I GOT DRAFTED.
LISTEN, HOW MUCH
TO GET MY MAN TRANSFERRED.
OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL--
IT'S GONNA COST YOU
400 BUCKS MPC.
THAT'S FOR GREENBACKS,
OF COURSE, IF YOU'VE GOT 'EM.
OR WE COULD TRADE TOO.
I COULD GIVE YOU A HUNDRED
BUCKS FOR AN AK-47.
SKS, THAT GRABS TWO HUNDRED.
THESE REAR-ECHELON
MOTHER FUCKERS, THEY LIKE
TO HANG 'EM UP IN THEIR HOOCHES
AND MAKE PRETEND THEY'RE
HARDCORE COMBAT G.I. JOES
WHEN THEY'RE REALLY LOWLIFE
COASTING POGEY BAIT,
JUST LIKE MYSELF.
I GOT NOTHIN' TO HIDE.
I AIN'T UP TO IT, YOU KNOW?
SHIT! I AIN'T GONNA RISK
MY ASS FOR NOTHIN' OR NO ONE.
THREE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD
I TRUST-- ME, MYSELF, AND I.
AS LONG AS I ONLY GOTTA
PAY ONE OF YOU.
HA HA HA!
I HEAR THAT, I HEAR THAT!
HEY, BY THE WAY, HOW 'BOUT
A 3-DAY R&R IN BANGKOK?
FREE HITCH ON AN AIR FORCE
MILK RUN? WON'T SHOW UP
ON YOUR RECORDS.
NO THANKS. I'M ON ALERT.
THAT'S A NICE INSTRUMENT,
THOUGH.
ALWAYS BEEN A FENDER MAN,
MYSELF.
SWEET PIECE OF WOOD.
IN YOUR HANDS.
YOU MAKE IT SOUND SWEET.
ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA NEED
NAME, RANK, AND SERIAL NUMBER
ON YOUR GUY, AND I'LL GET
BACK TO YOU. LET ME KNOW
WHERE YOU'RE AT.
173rd HEADQUARTERS COMPANY,
NEAR THE S-2.
NOW, NO WORD TO MY MAN.
HIS NAME IS AVILA.
YOU GOT IT.
HE'S A SPEC-4.
HE'S A PRIVATE.
OH, YEAH...
HERE'S HIS DOG TAG.
NOW, I'M GONNA NEED THOSE BACK.
I TOOK 'EM OFF HIS BOOT.
YOU GOT IT, SOLDIER.
HEY, ALL RIGHT!
THANKS, MAN!
WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE
FOR THOSE HANDS.
COME ON, MAN! WHAT ABOUT
ALL THE SHIT I DO FOR YOU?
WHAT ABOUT THOSE SPECIAL
GIRLY MAGAZINES I GOT FOR YOU?
STOLE 'EM BACK THE NEXT DAY!
YEAH, WELL, YOU GOT
HOURS OF PLEASURE OUT OF IT!
DOESN'T MATTER!
IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
NO WAY, NO HOW, NO CAN DO!
TWICE-- TWICE THE GOING RATE
I'LL GIVE YOU!
TWICE? YEAH, RIGHT! BROADAXE
WILL STILL FIND OUT, MAN!
NOW, LOOK,
BROADAXE IS NOT GONNA
FUCK WITH YOU, MAN. NOT NOW.
AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO ASSURED
AND YOU KNOW TOO MUCH.
YEAH, RIGHT.
BROADAXE KNOWS
THAT ALL YOU GOTTA DO
THE DAY AFTER YOUR DISCHARGE
IS SEND AN ANONYMOUS LETTER
TO THE-- TO THE C.I.D.
OR INSPECTOR GENERAL, A'IGHT?
NOW, MAYBE...
JUST MAYBE... THAT LETTER'S
ALREADY BEEN SENT.
HUH? HUH?
MAYBE THAT LETTER
IS ALREADY IN THE HANDS
OF SOMEBODY YOU CAN TRUST.
YEAH, YEAH.
A LETTER IN MY MOM'S HAND,
JUST WAITING FOR ME
TO COME THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR.
THAT'S RIGHT, THAT'S RIGHT.
SEE, NOW YOU'RE THINKING.
NOW YOU'RE USING
THAT HEAD OF YOURS.
CAN'T DO IT.
COME ON, MEL!
CHRIST!
YOU HATE THAT BROADAXE!
HOW MANY TIMES YOU TELL ME
THAT, HUH?
HE FUCKED YOU OVER
ON THAT HAWAII R&R, AM I RIGHT?
REMEMBER THAT?
FUCKED YOU OVER ON YOUR
THIRD STRIKE, REMEMBER THAT?
AND-- AND-- AND WHO WAS IT
FIRST CALLED YOU "PUSSY BOY"?
YOU.
NO. NO.
I-I DID CALL YOU IT,
BUT ONLY AFTER HE STARTED IT.
PUSSY BOY.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?
YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE BEING
CALLED PUSSY BOY?
SO WHAT'S THIS GRUNT'S NAME?
Radio Announcer:
CLEVELAND 3, YANKEES ZIP,
AND ST. LOUIS
CLOBBERS SAN FRANCISCO
BY EIGHT RUNS
IN THE LAST TWO INNINGS.
BACK TO SOME GREAT SOUNDS NOW.
THAT A SILENCER?
YEP.
LOOKS LIKE A CARBINE 16.
CARB-15.
CLOSE.
LIKE TO GET ME ONE OF THOSE.
WHY?
YOU PLANNING ON GOING
OUT INTO THE FIELD?
( laughing ) SHIT!
YOU MUST BE SMOKING
THAT WACKY WEED!
HELL NO.
MEH.
I COULD TRADE ONE OF THEM
FOR JUST ABOUT ANYTHING.
NO, I DON'T LIKE GUNS.
THEM REAR-ECHELON
MOTHER FUCKERS ALL GOT
A HARD-ON FOR 'EM,
BUT I DON'T LIKE 'EM.
THEY MAKE ME NERVOUS.
I USED TO LIKE GUNS,
YOU KNOW?
SAME REASON I LIKE GUITARS.
YEAH? HOW'S THAT?
ORCUTT! YEAH?
TOSS ME MY WINCHESTER.
HERE YOU GO.
CRAFTSMANSHIP.
LOOK AT THIS.
SEE, SOME OF THE BEST
HARDWOOD IN THE WORLD,
THE BEST WOODWORKING.
AND THE STEEL PARTS,
THEY'RE PERFECT.
PERFECT MACHINES.
THEY HAVE TO BE.
THEY MALFUNCTION,
AND SOMEONE DIES.
THERE'S NOT TOO MANY
PERFECT MACHINES
IN THIS UNIVERSE--
MAN-MADE ONES, AT LEAST.
BUT, YOU KNOW,
PERFECT MACHINE OR NOT...
IT'S HARD TO GET AROUND THE FACT
THAT THEY'RE MADE FOR ONE
PURPOSE AND ONE PURPOSE ONLY--
TO KILL.
( dry fires )
SO I DON'T LIKE...
GUNS MUCH ANYMORE.
LET'S JUST SAY MY AFFECTION
HAS SLACKENED.
WELL... I CAN SEE WHY.
( faint chuckle )
SO I'M GONNA PUT MY AFFECTIONS
IN GUITARS.
I MEAN, UH...
GUITAR NEVER HURT ANYONE,
DID IT?
I GUESS NOT.
WALK AND TALK WITH ME.
( man shouts indistinctly )
YOUR GUY'S TRANSFER'S DOABLE.
I'LL NEED THE 400 TONIGHT.
WE'LL TAKE UP A COLLECTION
AND SEND AVILA AWAY.
COLLECTION?
WE'RE ALL CHIPPING IN,
THE WHOLE TEAM.
I HOPE THIS GOOD SAMARITAN
SHIT AIN'T CONTAGIOUS.
I BETTER GET SOME SHOTS!
WE TAKE CARE OF EACH
OTHER, MAN.
LOOKS LIKE. TONIGHT, THEN.
COME BY AND PLAY,
IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT.
THANKS A LOT. I WILL.
FREE BEER, YOU AND YOUR TEAM.
GREAT.
WE'LL BE THERE.
WITH THE MONEY!
BISHOP. WHAT?
BISH! WHAT?
BROADAXE IS INSIDE.
AW, JESUS CHRIST!
BROADAXE! WHAT THE FUCK
DOES HE WANT?
I DON'T KNOW.
BUT HE DOESN'T EXACTLY
LOOK OVERJOYED.
DO ME A FAVOR, WILL YOU?
FIND ME SOME OF THAT
"MILKY MAGNESIA."
NICE CLEAN PLACE.
I SEE YOU PUT IN SOME A.C.
THAT'S GOOD.
WHAT'D YOU BARTER FOR IT?
IT'S EXPENSIVE,
BUT WORTH IT IN THE LONG TERM.
I LIKE LONG-TERM PROFITS.
YOU LIKE ANY KIND OF PROFIT.
CHRIST, YOU'D SELL THE PAINT
OFF THE SIDE OF A HOUSE.
BABY-SAN, BRING PAPA-SAN
ANOTHER "COKEY-COLA."
BISHOP, YOU KNOW WHY IT IS
THAT DOGS GO AROUND THE BLOCK
PISSING ON TREES
AND FIRE HYDRANTS?
SO THEY CAN MARK THEIR
FUCKING TERRITORY
AND SHOW WHO THE BIGGEST,
BADDEST DOG ON THE BLOCK IS.
AND THEN THE OTHER DOGS,
THEY-- THEY SNIFF IT
AND PISS ON TOP OF THE PISS
TO PISS 'EM OFF.
NOT TO CHALLENGE 'EM, MIND YOU,
JUST TO PISS 'EM OFF.
THANKS, BABY-SAN.
HEH HEH HEH HEH!
SHE'S GETTIN' SOME TITTIES
ON HER.
( faint chuckle )
YOU PIDDLED ON ONE OF
MY TREES THIS MORNING,
OVER AT PERSONNEL.
ANY MARASCHINO CHERRIES
GO WITH THIS HERE COKE?
YEAH, SURE.
NOW...
IF I'M PISSIN' ON YOUR TREE...
HOW IS IT MY PANT LEG
FEELS WET?
THE BANGKOK SCAM?
YEAH, THE BANGKOK SCAM.
LOOK, BOY, JUST 'CAUSE YOU
DISCOVER GOLD IN YOUR LAND
DOESN'T MEAN YOU INVENTED THE
METAL ITSELF. OTHER PEOPLE ARE
ALLOWED TO MINE THEIR OWN LAND.
THAT MEAN I CAN MOVE IN ON
THE UPX GIG, QUARTERMASTER SCAM,
THE SLOTS, THE JUKEBOXES,
THE GREENBACK MARKETS
THAT YOU HOARD.
THOSE ARE PROPRIETARY
INTERESTS, BOY, YOU KNOW THAT.
AND THE BANGKOK GIG ISN'T?
AND THAT'S THE SECOND TIME
YOU'VE CALLED ME BOY.
TERM OF AFFECTION.
AFFECTION LEADS TO FUCKING.
IF WE'RE GONNA FUCK, LET'S
DO IT, BUDDY. I'M NOT IN
THE MOOD TO SWAP SPIT.
LET'S DEAL. YOU WANT A PART
OF MY BANGKOK GIG,
LET'S TALK ROYALTY.
SAY TWENTY PERCENT.
I'LL PAY THE SAME ON
YOUR PERSONNEL GIG
OR WHATEVER ELSE.
BABY-SAN, YOU SHOULD COME
WORK FOR ME.
PUT YOU IN A PRETTY DRESS,
MAKE YOU MY NUMBER-ONE GIRL.
( speaking Vietnamese )
GO.
CHRIST'S SAKE.
KID'S 13 YEARS OLD.
CAN'T YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS
OFF HER?
( helicopter rotors whirr )
LOOK, BOY, THE BIG BAD DOG
DON'T SHARE SQUAT.
I CATCH YOU PISSING
ON ONE OF MY TREES AGAIN,
I'LL BITE OFF YOUR DICK
AND FEED IT TO MY CATS.
( helicopter rotors whirr )
FUCK ME!
( soulful music playing )
( soulful music continuing )
THIS THING ITCHES!
( indistinct chatter )
HERE. TAKE IT UP
TO THE STORAGE TENT.
YOU GOT IT.
YEAH.
( indistinct chatter )
( soulful music continuing )
HEY. COME HERE A SEC.
NO, HAVE TO FINISH CLEANING.
NO, NO, NO, NO. SIT DOWN.
BUT I MUST.
HEY, IT'S OKAY.
SIT DOWN HERE WITH ME.
YEAH. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
LISTEN TO THAT.
( soulful music continuing )
YOU HEAR THAT?
ONE OF THOSE COMES ALONG
ONCE IN A LIFETIME.
THAT LUCKY BASTARD,
HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW
HE'S IN A SHIT HOLE,
ABOUT TO GET HIS ASS SHOT OFF!
'CAUSE HE'S SOMEWHERE ELSE.
AND IF YOU LISTEN--
IF YOU LISTEN JUST RIGHT--
HE ALMOST TAKES YOU WITH HIM.
( soulful music playing )
THAT'S THE GREAT THING
ABOUT MUSIC-- I MEAN,
REALLY, REALLY GREAT MUSIC
JUST TAKES YA...
( soulful music continues )
I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT...
MEMORIES.
( playing continues )
I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT--
THAT-- THAT PEACEFUL,
SWEET PLACE.
NOBODY OUT TO GET YOU,
AND YOU'RE NOT RUNNING
YOUR ASS OFF TRYING TO STAY
AHEAD OF THE GAME.
I BEEN SEARCHING FOR THAT PLACE.
YOU EVER HEAR THE PHRASE
"LOST IN THE MUSIC"?
( faint chuckle ) NO?
WELL...
HE AIN'T LOST.
HE FOUND A PLACE.
( music continues )
OLD LUCKY BASTARD.
HE CAN GO TO THAT PLACE
ANY TIME HE WANTS TO.
ALL HE'S GOTTA DO
IS PICK UP THAT GUITAR.
HE CAN LIVE THERE.
SOME PEOPLE...
GOD PUTS HIS ARM AROUND 'EM.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
MY FATHER, HE WAS A POET.
( music ends )
HE WAS A POET, HUH?
HE'S DEAD NOW.
'COURSE.
SORRY.
( rock music playing )
( happy chatter and music )
( rock music playing )
( happy chatter and music )
MURRAY, YOU MESSED UP,
THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.
CAN I HAVE A LIGHT, PLEASE?
WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF
MY BACK, ALL RIGHT, MENKE?
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
LEAVE YOU ALONE?
SIT DOWN, MURRAY!
I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE
WHEN I START SEEING RESULTS.
I WANT IT CLEARED
BETWEEN ME AND BISHOP,
THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.
OKAY, WE'LL TALK TO BISHOP.
BISHOP! WHEN ARE YOU GONNA
TELL US WHAT BROADAXE SAID, HUH?
BROADAXE?
YEAH, HE WAS HERE TODAY.
WHAT'D HE WANT?
ASK BISHOP.
JESUS! BROADAXE, HERE?
WILL YOU GUYS JUST
SHUT UP AND LISTEN?
LISTEN TO THIS GUY, MAN!
HE MAKES EVEN THIS BAND
SOUND GOOD.
PLEASE! ANYBODY CAN PLAY
LIKE THAT WITH ENOUGH
PRACTICE, BISHOP.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT? PRACTICE?
THAT'S A GIFT!
THAT'S A GIFT!
I SHOULD KNOW. I TRIED.
YOU PLAY GUITAR, BISH?
I TRIED TO.
I TRIED REALLY HARD.
BUT THEN I'D HEAR SOMEBODY
LIKE THAT PLAY. I GAVE IT UP.
MAN, THERE'S NOT ENOUGH
PRACTICE IN THE WORLD.
( incoming mortar shell )
( explosion )
( screams and shouts )
COME ON, MAN! COME ON!
( explosions )
( screams and shouts )
( explosions )
( screams and shouts )
THAT WAS THE GREEN LINE.
SHIT! I WAS GONNA CALL
THE GREEN LINE.
I BID FOR 20 ON THE HOSPITAL.
I'LL TAKE THE FUEL DUMP.
( explosions )
( Klaxon blares )
FIRST FIELD FORCE AREA.
WHAT'S YOUR BID, BISHOP?
I'M DECIDING.
I GOT OFF OF WEST.
YEAH? RIGHT THERE,
RIGHT THERE.
SOMEBODY OWES 20 BUCKS.
HERE'S YOUR MONEY.
TWO HUNDRED, HALF.
WHERE'S THE OTHER HALF?
THE OTHER HALF WHEN YOU
TURN OVER THE TRANSFER PAPERS.
( laughing )
( explosions )
Man: WE GOT A FIRE
OVER HERE!
MAN!
THAT WAS WAY ON THE OTHER
SIDE OF THE COMPOUND!
WE'RE GONNA BE MOVING OUT
ANY DAY NOW.
S-2 THINKS CHARLIE'S PREPPING
A BIG PUSH. SERIOUS SHIT.
THAT'S PROBABLY WHY THEY'RE
PROBING OUR LINES TONIGHT,
CHECKING OUT THE FOUR CORNERS
OF THE GREEN LINE.
I'LL GET YOUR BOY'S
PAPERS TOMORROW.
HEY...
PUT MINE ON THE EAST GREEN LINE.
YOU GUYS KNOW EVERY TIME
YOU PUT AN "X," SOMEONE THERE
GETS KILLED OR WOUNDED.
YEAH.
( explosions )
EAST GREEN LINE. SHIT!
SHIT!
( Bishop laughing )
YOU'RE BUYING, YOU KNOW,
YOU'RE BUYING TONIGHT.
I'M NOT BUYIN' NOTHIN'.
BUYIN' NOTHIN'? BUY THIS!
PATHETIC. I GOT THAT--
WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT--
MENTAL "TEL-APATHY."
MAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.
HERE.
I GOTTA GET WITH MY MEN.
( combat sounds continuing )
( incoming mortar shell )
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT GUY?
HE'S A STRANGE FUCKING GUY.
CAREFUL, CAREFUL!
WATCH IT! WE GOT LIVE
ORDNANCE UP HERE!
COME ON, MAN, OVER HERE.
YOU GUYS HELP ME OUT OVER HERE.
SARGE, WHERE DO YOU
NEED THESE?
WE NEED SOME MEN OVER HERE!
BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.
FRIEND OF MINE WAS IN HERE.
TRYING TO GATHER HIS PERSONAL
EFFECTS AND BRING IT
BACK TO HIM.
IS HE OKAY?
HE LOST BOTH LEGS,
IF THAT'S DOING OKAY.
AW, SHIT.
HELL, I GOT SOME GOOD NEWS.
IT'S YOUR BOY AVILA'S TRANSFER.
GOT HIM A JOB IN THE DISPENSARY
FOR THE BRIGADE DENTIST.
NOW, THERE'S A FAT SIDELINE
IN THERE FOR PAIN PILLS,
SO, IF HE'S INTERESTED.
I GET A LITTLE PIECE OF
THE ACTION. NOT A BIG ONE.
JUST A LITTLE ONE, BUT...
THE TRANSFER IS ENOUGH.
ALL RIGHT.
I'LL BRING YOU YOUR MONEY
TONIGHT, IF THAT'S OKAY.
YEAH, YEAH, SURE.
YOU GONNA PLAY?
YEAH, IF THAT'S OKAY.
IT'S PROBABLY GONNA BE
MY LAST TIME FOR A WHILE.
WE GOT A MISSION.
CHARLIE'S MOVING TROOPS
ALL OVER THE AREA.
WE LEAVE TOMORROW MORNING.
YEAH? WELL, HEY,
DON'T PACK YOUR BAGS TOO FAST.
THERE YOU GO.
WHAT'S THIS?
YOUR TRANSFER.
GOT YOU A JOB--
ASSISTANT MANAGER,
ENLISTED MEN'S CLUB.
CUSHY JOB. GOOD JOB.
I CAN'T TAKE IT.
WHAT THE HELL
YOU TALKING ABOUT?
WE GOT A MISSION.
YOU GOT A MISSION?
WELL, SO DOES AVILA.
YOU GONNA TAKE HIM WITH YOU?
WE'LL GET A REPLACEMENT.
COME ON, MAN,
GET A REPLACEMENT FOR YOURSELF.
COME ON, TAKE IT.
I CAN'T DO THAT. WHY?
WHO'S GONNA TAKE CARE
OF MY PEOPLE?
YOUR PEOPLE?
MY TEAM!
SOMEONE MIGHT BE ASSIGNED
TO THEM WHO DOESN'T KNOW
WHAT HE'S DOING, WHO'LL
GET THEM HURT, OR EVEN KILLED!
WELL, WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN YOUR TOUR IS UP?
I'LL EXTEND.
EXTEND? WHAT, ARE YOU
NUTS, MAN?
Man: I NEED A BODY BAG!
Man #2: THEY'RE ALL
OVER THIS PLACE!
I'VE DONE IT BEFORE.
BULLSHIT!
THIS IS MY THIRD TOUR.
COME ON, MAN.
YOU'VE BEEN OVER HERE
THREE FUCKIN' YEARS?
YEAH, ALMOST.
( chuckles )
NO SHIT, MAN?
NO SHIT. YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY,
OKAY? YOU'RE FUCKING
BUG-OUT CRAZY!
I TAKE CARE OF MY PEOPLE!
THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!
NO, NO, NO. I'LL TELL YOU
WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.
YOU'VE GOT TWO MISSIONS
OVER HERE. ONE IS TO GET HOME
IN ONE PIECE.
THAT'S MISSION NUMBER ONE.
MISSION NUMBER TWO--
TAKE HOME AS MUCH BOOTY
AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN.
BOOTY?
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. BOOTY.
FOR LIFERS, IT'S A PROMOTION.
FOR SOME GUYS, IT'S A MEDAL
TO PUT ON THEIR FUCKIN' CHEST.
FOR OTHER GUYS, IT'S EARS
TO HANG ON A STRING, TO GO HOME
AND SHOW DADDY AND THEIR
BUDDIES, SHOW 'EM WHAT A STONE-
COLD KILLER THEY ARE.
OTHER GUYS, IT'S SCARS
AND WAR STORIES TO TELL
THE LITTLE GIRLIES ON THE BLOCK
SO THEY CAN GET LAID.
EVERYBODY'S TRYING TO TAKE HOME
AS MUCH BOOTY AS THEY CAN,
JUST LIKE PIRATES.
I'M NOT.
AND MOST OF US OUT
IN THE FIELD AREN'T.
WE'RE OUT HERE TO TAKE CARE
OF EACH OTHER.
YEAH? YOU KNOW WHAT US
REAR-ECHELON MOTHER FUCKERS
CALL YOU GRUNTS
OUT IN THE FIELD? SUCKERS!
YEAH, WELL, IF THAT'S TRUE,
THEN WHY ARE YOU
TRYING TO HELP ME?
BECAUSE MY BUSINESS
DOES BETTER WHEN YOU PLAY.
( equipment clattering )
THAT'S FUNNY.
YOUR BOY MENKE SAID
THAT WHEN I PLAY, PEOPLE...
PEOPLE DON'T DRINK AS MUCH.
THEY STOP AND LISTEN
AND-- AND IGNORE YOUR SLOTS.
MENKE. MENKE.
YOU GONNA LISTEN TO MENKE?
HE'S A FUCKING RETARD!
WHAT HAVE I GOTTA DO?
WHAT HAVE I GOTTA DO TO GET YOU
OUT OF THE FUCKING JUNGLE,
GET TRANSFERS FOR YOUR
ENTIRE FUCKING TEAM?
( helicopter rotors whirr )
I DON'T EXPECT YOU
TO DO ANYTHING.
CRAZY FUCKING BASTARD.
FUCK YOU.
DOES THAT MEAN
I CAN'T PLAY TONIGHT?
AH, YOU CAN PLAY.
( bluesy music playing )
IT'S CRAZY, BISHOP,
BUT ALL OF A SUDDEN IT SEEMS
THE AIR FORCE ISN'T LETTING OUR
BOYS HITCH A RIDE TO BANGKOK.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
THE INDIAN I KNOW
ISN'T BUYING ANY MEAT FROM US,
AND MURRAY HERE,
HE GETS A SURPRISE VISIT
FROM THE I.G.,
AND IT'S BROADAXE, GODDAMN IT,
AND YOU SET HIM ON US.
HEY, COULD BE COINCIDENCE.
YEAH. AND I'M PAT NIXON.
GIMME A BREAK, WILL YA?
I'VE GOT ENOUGH STRIFE
IN MY LIFE.
WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYBODY?
HALF THE POST IS
ON ALERT TONIGHT. WE'RE LUCKY
WE'RE NOT BLACKED OUT.
GREAT.
WHAT ELSE COULD HAPPEN?
AW, SHIT!
OH, YOU GUYS.
NOW WHAT?
I GOT MY INSPECTION
IN THE MORNING. GOOD NIGHT.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
CAME TO DO YOU A FAVOR.
( bluesy music continuing )
HELLO, VALENZUELA.
( continues playing )
HEH HEH.
I GOT YOUR TRANSFER--
MOTOR POOL,
TWO-SIXTY-FOUR MECH,
BONG SON, INDIAN COUNTRY,
AS OF TOMORROW MORNING.
MARSHALL HERE IS GONNA
TAKE OVER THE CLUB
UNDER MY SUPERVISION.
YOU'LL HAND THE CASH BOX
AND THE KEYS TO HIM TONIGHT.
YOU CAN'T DO THAT.
IT'S ALREADY DONE, BOY.
HE CAN'T DO THIS, BISH.
HOW 'BOUT WE MAKE A DEAL?
I SELL YOU MY OTHER CONCESSION.
I DON'T THINK YOU'RE IN
A POSITION TO SELL.
MAYBE NOT, BUT IT MAKES IT
EASIER FOR YOU IF I
CLEAR THE WAY.
WELL, THERE IS THAT.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I WANT TRANSFERS
FOR HIM AND HIS WHOLE TEAM.
( bluesy music continuing )
LUIS AND THE WHOLE TEAM, HUH?
ARE YOU FUCKIN' NUTS?
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
Man: ENEMY IN THE WIRE!
( gunshots )
( screams and shouts )
WATCH IT! GRENADE!
( screams and shouts )
( voices crying out
in Vietnamese )
AW, SHIT. BISHOP.
OH, CHRIST.
I'LL GET A MEDIC.
( voices crying out )
CHRIST!
GOD!
SHIT. MEDIC! MEDIC!
MEDIC!
Man: C-CAN YOU MOVE?!
LUIS! GET... THE...
GET OFF...
GET HIM OFF ME!
Broadaxe: JESUS.
HE SAVED MY LIFE.
YES, HE DID.
YOU'RE HURT, BISHOP.
YES, I AM.
YES, I AM.
PRETTY GUITAR.
YEAH.
GUITAR NEVER HURT
NO ONE, DID IT?
I GUESS NOT.
Graham Nash:
♪ I CAN'T SAY
♪ WE WON THE WAR
♪ BUT I CAN SAY
♪ I SURVIVED
♪ UNLIKE SOME
♪ OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS
♪ WHO DIED
♪ STANDING BY MY SIDE
♪ DID THEY SERVE
♪ THEIR COUNTRY WELL
♪ FIGHTING IN A WINLESS WAR?
♪ SOLDIERS ON BOTH SIDES
♪ CAN'T TELL
♪ WHAT IT IS
♪ THEY'RE FIGHTING FOR
♪ WHAT WERE THEY DYING FOR?
♪ I GUESS SOMEBODY LIED
♪ AND FAMILIES FELT THE PAIN
♪ AS MANY MOTHERS CRIED
♪ WHEN WE BOUGHT INTO THE LIE
♪ WHO WAS
♪ COUNTING UP THE COST?
♪ UNDERNEATH THE FOREIGN SKY
♪ SO MANY LIVES WERE LOST
♪ THEIR MEMORY WILL LIVE ON
♪ LIVE ON
♪ THE WALL
♪ AND ALL
♪ ITS CASUALTIES
♪ LIVE ON
♪ LIVE ON
♪ CARVED IN STONE
♪ FOR ALL TO SEE
♪ LIVE ON
♪ LIVE ON
♪ SERVE TO REMIND US ALL
♪ OF THE SOLDIERS
♪ WHO HAVE DIED
♪ AND THE NAMES
♪ UPON THE WALL
♪ FOREVER CARVED IN STONE
♪ THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO DIED
♪ THE SOLDIERS ON THE WALL
♪ THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO DIED
♪ THE SOLDIERS ON THE WALL
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE, LIVE ON
♪ LIVE, LIVE, LIVE
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON ♪
( knocking on door )
BENJAMIN, ARE YOU UP?
( knocking on door )
BENJAMIN HOLST,
DO YOU HEAR ME?
YES.
GET UP, LET'S GO. NOW.
SANG'S GOT BREAKFAST
ON THE TABLE. LET'S GO.
I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE.
BENJAMIN!
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!
BENJAMIN!
GUESS WHAT!
I GOT ANOTHER ONE YESTERDAY!
TWENTY-FIFTH INFANTRY.
THEY CALL THEMSELVES
THE TROPICAL LIGHTNING.
ALL I NEED NOW IS
THE FIFTH SPECIAL FORCES,
AND I'LL HAVE THE WHOLE CORPS,
AIRBORNE AND ALL.
GILLY SAID THERE'S SOME
FROM THE FIFTH COMING IN TODAY.
YOU KNOW, THE GREEN BERET.
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
FOR WEEKS.
BENJAMIN, NOW! ON THE DOUBLE!
I'LL SHOW YOU THE PATCH
AS SOON AS I GET IT, OKAY?
GOODBYE!
( distant helicopter
rotors whirr )
BENJAMIN!
COMING!
Radio Announcer:
TEMPERATURE,
83 DEGREES, HUMIDITY 77%--
ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY
HERE IN SAIGON,
AND ANOTHER FAVORITE
NETWORK TOP 10 COLLECTION.
( rock music playing )
ARE YOU FINISHED WITH MILK?
YES.
DAD.
DAD.
YEAH?
I MADE YOU SOMETHING.
HMM?
AT SCHOOL.
WHAT IS IT?
IT'S A PENCIL HOLDER,
TO HOLD ALL YOUR PENCILS AND...
YEAH, WELL, I DON'T USE
PENCILS. I USE PENS, SON.
WELL, I GUESS
YOUR PENS COULD FIT.
THE HOLES ARE TOO SMALL.
I COULD MAKE THEM BIGGER.
YOU USED TOO MUCH
VARNISH ON THIS.
YOU KNOW HOW I CAN TELL?
HOW?
SEE THAT RIGHT THERE?
SEE HOW IT'S CRACKED
RIGHT THERE?
YOU PUT IT ON TOO THICK
AND IT CRACKED IT.
YOU HAVE TO LET IT ON
A LITTLE THINNER
AT THE BEGINNING, LET IT DRY.
( chuckles )
I DIDN'T SEE THAT.
LET'S GO. YOU'RE GONNA
BE LATE FOR SCHOOL. COME ON.
BRUSH YOUR TEETH.
YES, SIR.
LET'S GET GOING.
HOLD YOUR BOOKS.
( soldiers speaking
Vietnamese )
COLONEL!
MAKE SURE YOU PAY BETTER
ATTENTION TODAY IN SCHOOL.
YES, SIR!
( indistinct chatter )
( calling cadence )
WHOA!
AT EASE.
'MORNING, SIR.
'MORNING. I DO NOT WANT
TO BE DISTURBED, LIEUTENANT.
YES, SIR.
HEY, BEN!
HEY!
HOW WAS SCHOOL? ( chuckles )
( television announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
Television Announcer:
THAT WAS OUR MORNING
REPORT FROM SAIGON.
MEANWHILE, TWO AMERICANS
WERE LISTED AS DEAD:
ONE WAS A MACHINE-GUNNER,
THE SECOND, HIS COMPANY
COMMANDER, WHO TOOK OVER
THE MACHINE GUN FROM
THIS FALLEN COMRADE
AND WAS KILLED HIMSELF.
( lawn mower humming )
...FOUR ENEMY SOLDIERS
WERE COUNTED AMONG THE DEAD.
( continues indistinctly )
...INFLICT HEAVY DAMAGE
ON THE AMERICANS.
VIET CONG MORTAR FIRE
DESTROYED TWO TRANSPORT PLANES,
VAST AMMUNITION DUMPS,
AND QUANTITIES OF
AVIATION FUEL.
THE STRATEGICALLY IMPORTANT
BASE AND INFANTRY HEADQUARTERS
WAS DEVASTATED, BUT DID NOT
FALL INTO ENEMY HANDS.
( female announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
( female announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
( lid clatters )
( female announcer
speaking Vietnamese )
WHO WAS HERE?
( speaking Vietnamese )
( helicopter rotors
whirring )
CONGRATULATIONS, SOLDIER!
THANK YOU, SIR!
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
COME BACK HERE! BEN!
COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT
ALLOWED IN THERE!
FOR CHRIST'S SAKES!
MAJOR SAYS THEY'RE
NOT GIVING...
EXCUSE ME!
EASY, SON! EASY!
HEY, HEY, SLOW DOWN!
NO RUNNING!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?
( indistinct merry shouts )
FORWARD! MARCH!
WHAT'S YOUR STAT?
( indistinct shout )
ALL RIGHT.
EASY.
( soldier groaning )
GOT HIM!
HOLD HIM DOWN THERE!
ALL RIGHT!
HEY, WHERE ARE THE GUYS FROM
THE FIFTH DIVISION? THEY'RE
SUPPOSED TO COME IN TODAY.
CHECK THE OTHER CHOPPER!
HEY, HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE?
THANK YOU!
HEY, KID.
HEY, HOW YOU DOIN'?
I BEEN BETTER.
EASY, EASY!
GUY'S SHOT UP PRETTY BAD HERE.
( Ben shouts indistinctly )
NOT NOW, KID.
ARE ALL THESE GUYS FROM...?
NOT. NOW.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
HANG ON A SECOND THERE,
COMMANDO!
DALEY! I WAS JUST
LOOKING FOR YOU!
YEAH, I'LL BET YOU WERE.
SO, WHERE ARE THEY?
THERE YOU GO--
HAVANA HOME GROWN.
WE SAID THREE.
THREE? THREE!
DAMN. THERE YOU GO.
ALL RIGHT, GET IN THE VAN.
REMEMBER, I DIDN'T SEE YA!
CLEVER LITTLE SHIT!
( giggles )
ALL RIGHT, THIS IS UNIT 3.
WE'RE ON OUR WAY RIGHT NOW.
WE'VE GOT FOUR MEN RIGHT HERE.
YOU'VE GOT FOUR?
YEAH. FOUR MEN,
AND WE'LL BE THERE
IN APPROXIMATELY 12 MINUTES.
UNIT 3.
WE'LL BE READY. ROGER, OUT.
HEY, HOW YOU DOIN', SON?
NOT BAD.
I'LL TRADE YOU FOR THAT PATCH.
HEY, WE GOT A REAL
LITTLE DEALER HERE, EH, GUYS?
AW, MAN!
TRADE ME FOR THIS PATCH?
WHAT IS IT YOU GOT YOU THINK
I WANT TO TRADE THAT BADLY, HUH?
SCOTCH.
OH, MAN, PASS THAT OVER HERE.
TWELVE YEARS OLD.
SCOTCH, HUH?
AND HOW DO I KNOW IT AIN'T PISS?
THAT'S RIGHT! HA HA HA!
SLIP ME A SAMPLE
AND WE'LL TALK.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
THAT'S-- THAT'S ENOUGH.
IT'S RIGHT THERE, MAN.
COME ON, PASS IT OVER HERE.
THAT'S THE GOOD STUFF, KID.
SMOOTHER THAN A GEISHA GIRL'S
CHEEK, AND I DON'T MEAN
THE ONE ABOVE HER CHIN,
YOU KNOW?
( laughter )
GEISHA GIRLS, MAN.
YEAH, SURE.
LISTEN, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT:
INSTEAD OF THE PATCH,
I'LL SWAP YOU THE JAR OF PISS
FOR THIS GENUINE GOOK FAN.
LOOK. REAL NICE.
NO. THE PATCH AND, UH,
JUST THE PATCH.
LOOK, KID, I'D LOVE TO,
BUT THE PATCH AIN'T MINE.
I BORROWED THIS JACKET
FROM THE GUY UP THERE.
THE PATCH IS HIS.
THANKS FOR THE SAMPLE, THOUGH.
THAT KID DRIVES
A HARD BARGAIN, DOESN'T HE?
YOU'RE TELLING ME.
HEY THERE.
HEY.
I WAS JUST TALKING TO
YOUR FRIEND DOWN BELOW,
AND, UH, I WAS WONDER...
YEAH?
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?
NOTHING. SORRY.
HEY, MISTER.
TRADE YOU FOR THAT PATCH.
SCOTCH. THE GOOD STUFF.
TWELVE YEARS OLD.
SMOOTHER THAN A GEISHA GIRL'S
CHEEK, AND, UH, NOT ABOVE
HER CHIN, KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
( laughter )
CHECK THAT KID OUT, MAN.
HEY, MISTER.
SO HOW 'BOUT IT, MR. MULLEN?
THIS JAR FOR YOUR PATCH?
( retching and gasping )
HEY, MISTER! LET GO!
YOU'RE HURTING ME, MISTER!
( indistinct shouting )
PLEASE! PLEASE, MISTER!
WHAT THE HELL IS
GOING ON HERE?
JESUS CHRIST!
WE GOT A BAD ONE BACK HERE!
( indistinct shouting )
BASE, THIS IS UNIT 3.
WE GOT A GUY GOING
DITCH-DOWN ON US,
POSSIBLE TRAUMATIC PARALYSIS.
( indistinct shouting )
LET THE BOY GO, SOLDIER!
LET HIM GO!
GET HIM OFF ME!
CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!
LET GO, SOLDIER!
MOVE IT! MOVE IT!
LET GO!
( sirens wail )
( horn blares )
HOLD IT! HOLD IT!
( sirens wail )
SINCLAIR, GET THE REST OF
YOUR UNIT TOGETHER. WE'VE GOT
A BIG BLEEDER ON THE WAY.
I NEED SOME I.V. SET UP,
PLASMA, AND BACKUP BLOOD, STAT.
( sirens wail )
( indistinct shouts )
( sirens wail )
( indistinct shouts )
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS KID
DOING IN HERE?
EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL
NOW, SIR, BUT I'VE GOT A MAN
HEMORRHAGING RIGHT HERE.
GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
PLEASE, DON'T TELL MY DAD.
I CAN'T, SIR. THE MAN WON'T
LET GO OF HIM. HE'S IN A STATE
OF TRAUMATIC PARALYSIS.
HE'S RIPPED TO SHIT.
GET HIM TO THREE, NOW.
GODDAMN IT,
WE LOST THIS ONE! HE'S DEAD!
SON OF A BITCH!
SIR, WHAT ABOUT THE BOY?
HE'S COMING WITH US.
THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO.
I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS
IN HERE, SIR, I SWEAR.
HE MUST HAVE SNUCK ON
WHILE I WASN'T LOOKING.
( indistinct shouting )
Woman: I NEED A GURNEY,
OVER HERE!
COME ON, HE'S BLEEDING OUT!
( indistinct shouting )
WATCH HIS HEAD.
CORPORAL, WE GOT A BLEEDER!
OVER HERE!
OKAY, OKAY, WE NEED SOME
DIRECT PRESSURE ON THAT WOUND.
WHAT THE HELL'S THIS KID
DOING HERE?
WE'VE GOT A SUCKING CHEST
WOUND HERE, PEOPLE. I NEED
YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION.
I NEED SOME SUCTION AND SOME
SPONGES NOW. PRESSURE?
CAN'T GET ONE.
PULSE?
THREADY, FALLING FAST.
GODDAMN IT! VENTILATE NOW.
I WANT YOU TO START ME
A DOPAMINE DRIP, STAT.
YES, SIR.
WHO IS THIS KID?
HE'S COLONEL HOLST' BOY.
OH, SHIT.
( intercom buzzes )
LIEUTENANT, I TOLD YOU
I DID NOT WANT TO BE DISTURBED.
YES, SIR.
IT'S THE HOSPITAL, THOUGH.
IT'S ABOUT YOUR SON.
IS HE HURT OR WHAT?
NO, SIR. NOT EXACTLY.
OH, SHIT.
( pen clatters )
HE'S LOST EIGHT UNITS
OF BLOOD.
DO YOU STILL WANT THE I.V.?
I CAN'T GET A VEIN.
THEY'RE COLLAPSING.
NO. NO.
FORGET IT.
IS HE, UM...
IS HE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT?
I MEAN, UH...
IS HE, UH, GONNA...
GONNA... DIE?
( gasping )
I HEARD A VOICE.
I HEARD A VOICE.
WAS THAT YOUR VOICE?
THAT WAS YOUR VOICE.
THAT'S YOU.
WHY, SURE. IT'S YOU.
WHAT'S WRONG?
WHY YOU HERE?
YOU COME A LONG WAY
TO SEE ME, STEVIE.
YOU COME A LONG WAY
TO SEE ME, HAVEN'T YOU?
Y-YEAH. UM...
I'VE COME A LONG WAY TO SEE YOU.
( Mullens groaning )
BUT I WROTE YOUR MOM
A LETTER...
THAT I GOT HERE...
BUT NOW I'M ALL RIGHT.
I-I'M COMING HOME.
DIDN'T SHE GET IT?
UH, YEAH. SURE.
SHE GOT IT. SHE KNOWS.
GOOD.
YOU KNOW, I DIDN'T WANT HER
WORRYING ABOUT ME.
SHE GOT PLENTY GOING ON
TO BE WORRYING ABOUT ME.
( groaning and muttering )
NO, SHE'S NOT--
SHE'S NOT WORRIED.
THEN WHY'D SHE SEND YOU,
STEVIE? WHY YOU HERE?
SHE... SHE WANTED ME
TO BRING YOU HOME.
SHE ALL RIGHT...
YOUR MAMA?
SHE-- SHE'S GOOD.
SHE'S REALLY GOOD.
GOOD.
( gasping )
( inaudible whisper )
( gasping )
( inaudible whisper )
WHAT THE HELL'S
GOING ON, CAPTAIN?
I'VE JUST HEARD THAT MY SON
WAS ALLOWED TO RIDE
WITH THE WOUNDED MEN,
AND NOW HE'S BEING
FORCIBLY HELD BY ONE.
WHERE IS HE?
I ASSURE YOU, SIR, YOUR SON
IS IN NO DANGER. HE'S DOWN HERE
IN THE O.R. WITH US.
I'LL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT,
CAPTAIN. I SUGGEST YOU MAKE SURE
THAT THAT SOLDIER RELEASES
MY SON, NOW.
SIR, WE'VE TRIED.
THE MAN HAS A VERY FIRM
GRIP ON YOUR SON.
I DON'T KNOW "TRY," SOLDIER.
SIR, WE ARE TRYING OUR BEST.
I WANT MY SON OUT OF HERE
NOW, DO YOU HEAR ME?
SIR, WE ARE TRYING OUR BEST.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
YES, I DO, SIR.
HE IS IN O.R.
WHERE IS HE?!
PLEASE LISTEN TO ME--
THERE IS A MAN IN THERE WHO HAS
LESS THAN 10 MINUTES LEFT
TO LIVE, AND RIGHT NOW,
HE BELIEVES YOUR SON
TO BE HIS OWN.
THAT MAN IS GONNA DIE,
AND HE'S GONNA DIE SOON, SIR.
IF YOU TAKE YOUR SON AWAY,
THAT MAN DIES ALONE,
AND I AM SORRY,
I WILL
NOT
DO THAT.
IF YOU THINK YOU CAN,
THEN YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME
TO TRY, SIR.
( door opens )
WHAT'S GOING ON, STEVIE?
IS SOMETHING WRONG?
It's okay, it's okay.
STEVIE.
( gasping ) STEVIE.
SHE'S NOT WORRIED ABOUT ME,
IS SHE? YOUR MAMA?
NO, NO. SHE'S NOT HERE,
BUT, UH, NOTHING'S WRONG.
GOOD.
'CAUSE I CAN'T WAIT
TO GET HOME TO HER,
TO EVERYBODY.
YOU'LL TAKE ME HOME TOO,
WON'T YOU?
YEAH. YEAH.
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME.
MAYBE... MAYBE SHE GON' MAKE
THAT PINEAPPLE CAKE
SHE ALWAYS MAKE.
YOU REMEMBER THAT CAKE,
DON'T YOU?
PINEAPPLE CAKE.
I REMEMBER.
YOU WERE SO EXCITED ABOUT
B-BLOWING OUT THEM CANDLES
THAT-- THAT YOU'D MAKE ME
LIGHT 'EM AGAIN
SO THAT YOU COULD GIVE IT
ANOTHER GO.
I REMEMBER.
YOU STILL HAD
YOUR MOUTH FULL,
SO... WHEN YOU WENT
TO BLOW AGAIN,
YOU SPIT CAKE
ALL OVER MY FACE!
( laughing )
I REMEMBER.
WHY YOU HERE, STEVIE?
HMM?
WHY-- WHY YOU HERE, STEVIE?
WHY'D YOU COME
ALL THIS WAY, HMM?
I-I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING.
I C-CAME ALL THIS WAY
TO BRING YOU SOMETHING.
YOU BROUGHT ME SOMETHING?
WH-WHAT IS IT?
I MADE THIS FOR YOU.
I WANTED TO BRING IT TO YOU.
I WANTED YOU TO HAVE IT.
YOU MADE THIS FOR ME?
I MADE IT FOR YOU.
IT'S... NOT VERY GOOD, THOUGH.
IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
IT'S SO SMOOTH.
HOW'D YOU GET IT SO SMOOTH?
THAT'S THE FINISH. UH...
BUT THERE'S A CRACK IN THE BACK.
WHERE IS IT?
TOO MUCH VARNISH, TOO SOON.
( gasping and groaning )
THAT AIN'T NOTHING.
THAT'S EASY TO FIX.
I... ( indistinct comment )
YOU AIN'T HURT YOURSELF.
YOU CAREFUL, RIGHT?
NO, I WAS CAREFUL.
SURE IS A FINE PENCIL HOLDER.
YOU KNOW SOMETHING?
YOU GOOD WITH YOUR HANDS...
JUST LIKE ME.
YOU JUST LIKE ME.
( groaning )
YOU KNOW WHAT?
TOMORROW, I'M GON' SHOW YOU
HOW TO MAKE A DOVETAIL JOINT.
SWEETEST JOINT YOU EVER SEEN.
AIN'T NEED NO HOLES!
JUST-- JUST FIT RIGHT TOGETHER,
YOU KNOW?
AIN'T NEED NO DRILLIN'.
THAT WAY...
NOBODY GET HURT.
( groaning and whimpering )
( pencil holder clatters )
( weeping softly )
LET'S GO HOME.
I THINK THAT BELONGS TO ME.
YEAH.
( weeping softly )
( indistinct chatter )
( indistinct chatter )
( distant combat gunfire )
( combat gunfire continuing )
( soldier panting )
( automatic gunfire )
( panting )
( camera shutter clicks )
( camera shutter clicks )
( distorted distant chatter )
( camera shutter clicks )
( indistinct chatter )
Man: YEAH, IT'S IN THERE.
( indistinct response )
IT'S
IN THERE.
IT'S IN THERE.
( indistinct chatter )
HOLD IT!
HOLD IT, WAIT FOR ME.
( indistinct chatter )
CALVIN, HOW DO I LOOK? YEAH?
NOW, GRACIE,
GET IN THE PICTURE.
GRANDMA, TELL GRACIE
TO GET IN THE PICTURE.
OKAY. OKAY, NOW, SMILE!
BEAUTIFUL!
ALL YOU MITCHELL MEN
STAY WITH THE ARMY!
YOU SHOULD-- YOU SHOULD
JOIN THE NAVY, LIKE CALVIN.
GIVE YOUR OLD GRANDMOTHER
A CHANCE TO SEE A DIFFERENT
COLOR UNIFORM AROUND THIS HOUSE!
( laughter )
WELL... YOU KNOW
I DON'T LIKE THE WATER, GRANDMA.
I CAN'T SWIM WORTH A LICK.
I TELL 'EM GIVE ME THE LAND
ANY DAY!
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY!
LET'S HAVE A SPEECH NOW,
BECAUSE YOU'LL BE GONE
13 MONTHS, AND I KNOW
YOU'LL
HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!
SPEECH! SPEECH!
YES, YES, YES.
MAMA'S ALWAYS TRYING
TO GET ME TO TALK.
TELL 'EM I'M THE STRONG,
SILENT TYPE.
WHO YOU TALKIN' TO?
I AIN'T GOT NOTHIN'
TO DO WITH THIS ONE, BRACEY.
THIS IS YOUR DAY.
HEY, DON'T LOOK AT ME.
YOU HEARD HIM. ALL THIS
IS FOR YOU.
HEY, CALVIN...
WHY DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?
HEY! HEY, NOW!
EXCUSE ME. I MEAN
"CALVIN, SIR!"
OKAY.
( laughter and chatter )
WELL, SEE, THIS IS
YOUR PARTY, BRO. YOU'RE THE ONE
GOING TO VIETNAM, NOT ME.
AND I HOPE I NEVER GO.
( echoing ) NEVER GO...
NEVER GO... NEVER GO...
( men shouting
in Vietnamese )
( automatic gunfire )
( automatic gunfire )
( groaning )
( rapid heartbeat )
( heartbeat slows )
Denise:
BRACEY.
OH, MAN.
GRANDMA WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU.
Denise:
BRACEY!
HOLD IT, NOW.
I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU.
LOOKY THERE.
NOW, THERE'S A LOT OF HISTORY
CONNECTED TO THIS BADGE.
YOUR GRANDFATHER...
I KNOW, GRANDMA.
HE THOUGHT IT WAS A SPECIAL
PIECE THAT GOT HIM
THROUGH THE WAR.
YOUR UNCLE BILL
IN THE SECOND WAR.
RIGHT.
AND YOUR DADDY...
Both: ...IN THE KOREAN WAR.
( Denise slaps
Bracey's chest )
ALL THE MITCHELL MEN
CARRIED IT INTO THE WAR
WITH THEM...
AND
SURVIVED!
THANK YOU, GRANDMA.
I'VE KEPT IT ALL THESE YEARS,
AND NOW... IT'S TIME FOR...
ANOTHER MITCHELL MAN TO WEAR IT.
I WANT YOU TO WEAR IT
WITH PRIDE, SON.
That's right.
AND IT'LL GET YOU HOME.
COMMAND AND CONTROL,
THIS IS DUST-OFF
THREE-ZERO-ONE,
ON DECK AT YOUR NINE O'CLOCK,
ON APPROACH FOR PICKUP,
ZONE FIVE-ZERO-ZERO-NINER.
HEADS UP, GUYS, WE'RE IN
VICTOR CHARLIE'S BACKYARD NOW,
IN THE INDIAN TERRITORY.
THERE ARE BOGIES
AT TWO O'CLOCK.
GO GET 'EM, TRAIL.
AFFIRM. TRAIL GOIN' IN!
HERE COMES THE SHERIFF,
MOTHER FUCKERS!
WHOO-HOO!
THIS IS DUST-OFF THREE-
ZERO-ONE, REQUESTING HOT GUNS
FOR PAPA ZULU
FIVE-ZERO-ZERO-NINER.
DUST-OFF, CONFIRM
YOU'RE GOING HOT. OVER.
LADDER TWO, GOING IN.
WHERE'S THAT SUPPORT, CONTROL?
GIVE ME SOME OF THAT
UHF CHATTER, OVER.
CONTROL, TWO-THREE-ZERO-ONE.
WE'RE HAVING MASS MOVEMENTS.
( indistinct chatter )
GET THOSE BIRDS UP HERE.
( indistinct shouts )
V.C.
GOT V.C.
COME ON!
( indistinct shouts )
( automatic gunfire )
HOT L.Z.! HOT L.Z.!
ABORT! ABORT!
GET OUTTA HERE!
TRAIL GET OUTTA THERE!
GET THAT MEDEVAC OUT OF THERE,
QUICK! WE ARE TAKING FIRE!
( automatic gunfire )
AAH!
GO! GO, GO, GO!
( indistinct urgent
radio chatter )
( automatic gunfire
and shouting )
AAH!
( men crying out )
( automatic gunfire )
LET'S GO! LET'S GO!
HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!
CHRIST! WE GOTTA GET
THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
GET HIM OUT! CHARLIE'S
SHOOTING THE SHIT OUT OF US!
LET'S GO! GET HIM OUT!
LET'S GO!
( automatic gunfire )
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
CONTROL, UNDERTAKER.
WE ARE OUT OF HERE.
( indistinct radio chatter )
( indistinct shouting )
WANT TO SHOOT PEOPLE
IN THE BACK, YOU DICKHEADS?
DON'T YOU KNOW YOU DON'T
WITH THE SHERIFF?
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YEAH.
DON'T FORGET WHO CAME
TO GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE--
THE SHERIFF!
RIGHT, MORTY?
MORTY?
MORTY?!
MORTY!
DUST-OFF THREE-ZERO-ONE
ON DECK, WITH ONE K.I.A.
AND ONE WOUNDED, REQUESTING
IMMEDIATE MEDICAL. OVER.
ROGER, DUST-OFF.
ON THE WAY.
MORTY?
MORTY.
HE'S DEAD, CHIEF.
HE'S DEAD.
OH
SHIT.
Man: BRACEY!
SERGEANT BRACEY!
I'M CORPORAL CRUZ.
I'M YOUR NEW GUNNER.
COME ON, IT'S PICKUP TIME.
HAVE TO GO.
YEAH.
SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT
MORTY, MAN. THAT WAS TERRIBLE.
YEAH. CHARLIE DON'T
RESPECT NOTHIN'.
SHOT HIM ALL TO SHIT.
THOSE GOOKS AIN'T EVEN HUMAN!
Denise:
WHY ARE YOU...
WEARING THAT UNIFORM, THEN,
IF YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR COUNTRY?
NOW, GRANDMA, THAT IS
NOT FAIR. HE DID NOT SAY
THAT HE DIDN'T LOVE HIS COUNTRY.
MRS. MITCHELL,
MY COUNTRY DOESN'T LOVEME.
THERE ARE MORE OF US
GETTING KILLED IN 'NAM
THAN ANYONE ELSE, AND THERE
ARE STILL PLACES BACK HERE
WHERE-- WHERE WE CAN'T EAT
IN PEACE...
NOW, YOU
KNOW
THAT'S RIGHT.
...OR BUY A HOUSE
OR GO TO SCHOOL.
AS A MATTER OF FACT,
THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE
WHO ARE SAYING WE SHOULDN'T
EVEN
BE
IN VIETNAM.
EVEN DR. KING SAID IT!
KING WAS WRONG!
All: WHAT?!
I MEAN... AMERICA JUST DON'T
FIGHT NO WARS FOR NOTHIN'.
OH, BRACEY, COME ON.
LOOK, I'M A SOLDIER.
THAT'S WHAT I KNOW.
AND I GO WHERE THEY TELL ME
AND WHEN THEY TELL ME.
SPOON-FED.
I'M NOT ASHAMED
TO FIGHT FOR MY COUNTRY.
IF I WERE YOU, I'D TRY
TO GET TRANSFERRED TO GERMANY.
AT LEAST OVER THERE,
THEY AREN'T SHOOTING.
( nearby twig snaps )
( automatic gunfire )
AAH!
( automatic gunfire )
Denise:
...AND WHEN YOU
LOOK AT IT, THINK OF ME,
ALL RIGHT? YOU PROMISE ME?
PROMISE ME.
( panting )
( automatic gunfire )
( panting )
( automatic gunfire )
( panting softly )
OKAY, OKAY, LET'S HAVE
A SPEECH NOW!
I AIN'T GOT NOTHIN'
TO DO WITH THIS ONE, BRACEY.
YOU'RE THE ONE GOING
TO VIETNAM, NOT ME.
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT
WAR AND THAT KIND OF STUFF,
BRACEY. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
THERE WAS A VIETNAM TILL YOU
SAID YOU WERE GOING THERE.
BUT FROM WHAT I HEAR,
A LOT OF US ARE DYING
OVER THERE, YOU KNOW,
AND NOBODY SEEMS TO KNOW WHY--
I MEAN, WHY WE'RE DYING
OR WHY WE'RE EVEN THERE.
MY-- MY FATHER SAID
HE NEVER HEARD OF
NO VIETNAM PEOPLE
DOING ANYTHING TO BLACK FOLKS.
LISTEN. I MEAN...
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I DON'T WANT YOU
TO DIE FOR NOTHING.
WILL YOU WAIT?
IT'S ONLY 13 MONTHS.
HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
TAKE THE BADGE?
HOLD IT FOR ME.
AND I PROMISE...
I'LL BE BACK TO PICK IT UP.
THIS BELONGS TO YOUR FAMILY.
THAT'S WHAT BROUGHT
EVERYBODY HOME.
SO YOU KEEP IT.
KEEP IT CLOSE TO YOUR HEART,
AND WHEN YOU LOOK AT IT,
THINK OF ME, ALL RIGHT?
PROMISE ME.
I PROMISE.
...THIS IS DUST-OFF
THREE-ZERO-ONE...
( indistinct radio chatter )
ROGER, DUST-OFF.
GOTCHA. MAKE US SAFE.
HEY, CRUZ,
HOW MANY MEN WE GOT?
ONE DOWN, ONE WOUNDED.
CAN THE WOUNDED MAN WALK?
THEY DIDN'T SAY.
I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT
WHEN WE GET THERE.
ALL RIGHT.
HERE COMES THE SHERIFF,
MOTHER FUCKERS!
GOT FORWARD AIR PATROL
REPORTS ON ( indistinct )
MOVEMENT. POSSIBLE N.V.A.
CAN'T CONFIRM. STAY ALERT
AND BRING OUR BOYS OUT. OVER.
LEAD TRAIL. I SEE FLARES.
THAT'S THEM!
( indistinct comment )
NO BANDITS IN SIGHT.
ROGER, LEAD.
DO THE LIFT, BOYS.
MOVE IN CLOSE, WE'RE GOING IN.
VICTOR CHARLIE!
VICTOR CHARLIE!
( automatic gunfire )
THEY'RE COMING IN HOT!
MOVE IT!
( indistinct radio chatter )
( automatic gunfire )
AFFIRM, DUST-OFF. HANG ON.
WE'LL GET HELP.
TWO MEN DOWN, CONFIRMED.
TWO MEN DOWN.
HANG ON, FLIGHT.
( indistinct radio chatter )
( automatic gunfire )
THEY'RE IN RETREAT, BRACEY!
THERE'S YOUR CHANCE!
BEAT THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS
DOWN!
AAH!
TAKING HITS BACK HERE.
( indistinct radio chatter )
AAH!
C.N.C., GETTING SOME HEAT
DOWN HERE! OVER!
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAY--!
( approaching voices
speaking Vietnamese )
( approaching voices
speaking Vietnamese )
( small bird chirping )
DIE!
DIIIIEEEE!
( panting )
AW, JESUS.
I GOT THE MOTHER FUCKERS.
I GOT 'EM, CRUZ.
DAMN IT.
I'M SORRY, HOMIE.
( helicopters approaching )
CONTROL, THIS IS RESCUE
TWO-ZERO-ZERO-ONE,
APPROACHING CRASH ZONE.
ROGER, RESCUE.
CONTROL, SURVEILLANCE
INDICATES NEGATIVE SURVIVORS.
WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE!
THERE HE IS!
CONTROL, RESCUE SPOTS
A SURVIVOR.
LOOKS LIKE SERGEANT BRACEY.
REPEAT, WE GOT A SURVIVOR.
BACK! BACK! GO BACK!
( automatic gunfire )
DO IT! COME ON!
( automatic gunfire )
BRACEY, GO!
GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!
COME ON! ( indistinct )
GRAB HOLD, MAN!
I GOT YOU! TAKE IT UP!
YOU'RE ALMOST HOME!
NOW COME ON!
COME ON!
( automatic gunfire )
AAH!
COME ON, MAN!
( indistinct shouts )
AAH!
( indistinct shouts )
AAH!
( indistinct radio chatter )
THEY PUT ALL THEIR
NAMES ON IT?
MM-HMM. THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY.
MM-HMM.
MOM WANTS TO GO
JUST TO SEE HIS NAME.
I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO...
JUST SEE HIS NAME.
WELL, GRANDMA,
IT'S THE LEAST THEY CAN DO.
THEY HAVEN'T DONE MUCH ELSE.
LOOK, WE'LL LEAVE ON FRIDAY.
WE'LL GOT TO THE WALL
ON SATURDAY.
WE'LL STAY OVERNIGHT.
WE'D BE BACK HERE ON SUNDAY.
WELL, WHO?
HOW MANY'S GOING?
JUST YOU, ME, AND MOM.
OH, COME ON, GRANDMA,
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME
YOU WERE IN WASHINGTON, HUH?
NEVER.
UH-HUH!
( both laughing )
I'LL TELL YOU...
GRANDMA...
( Grandma chuckling )
...YOU KNOW THEY
LEAVE THINGS AT THE WALL?
NO. WHAT KIND OF THINGS?
OH, YEAH,
ALL KINDS OF THINGS,
LIKE MEDALS AND INSIGNIAS
AND PICTURES-- YOU KNOW,
THINGS THE BOYS
HAD BACK IN 'NAM.
MM-HMM.
AND MOM WAS THINKING THAT
MAYBE YOU'D WANT TO
LEAVE THE BADGE.
NOT A CHANCE!
YOU TELL YOUR MOM--
NO, I'LL TELL HER MYSELF--
THAT BADGE WENT TO WAR
WITH
EVERY
MITCHELL MAN.
GRANDMA, THERE ARE NO MORE
MITCHELL MEN LEFT.
WHO ARE WE GOING TO
GIVE IT TO NEXT?
NO. THAT BADGE STAYS HERE.
IT'S-- IT'S THE ONLY THING
THAT TIES THEM ALL TOGETHER.
YOU TELL HER--
TELL HER I WON'T GO.
I DON'T NEED TO SEE ANY WALL.
OH, MY BABY BOY.
THAT BADGE...
BROUGHT ALL MY MEN HOME.
WHY NOT YOU?
( sobbing )
MOM! GRANDMA!
HERE IT IS.
OH, MY GOD...!
OH!
OH!
I'M GON'...
LEAVE IT HERE, ADA.
LIZ WAS RIGHT.
THERE ARE NO MORE
MITCHELL MEN LEFT TO WEAR IT--
NONE LEFT TO FIGHT.
NO NEED...
TO HANG ON TO THIS ANYMORE.
Man:
WAR IS DICK.
Man #2:
WAR IS DICK?
NIXON SAYS HIS DICK
IS BIGGER THAN HO CHI MINH'S.
WE GOTTA PROVE IT.
"WE"? WHAT IS THIS "WE"?
YOU GOT A TURD IN YOUR POCKET?
I DON'T SEE YOU FIGHTIN'
NO WAR.
WAR IS ABOUT PUSSY.
NIXON'S STILL TRYING
TO IMPRESS THAT SWEET THANG
WHO DUMPED HIS ASS
IN HIGH SCHOOL.
WELL, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING.
DICK, PUSSY-- SAME SAME.
RIGHT, BABY-SAN?
ALL RIGHT, GO TAKE CARE
OF THE CUSTOMERS,
ALL RIGHT, DARLING?
SAME SAME?
DICK AND PUSSY?
REMIND ME NEVER TO TAKE
A SHOWER WITH YOU, MENKE.
DON'T BUST MY BALLS.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
FISHER, YOU IN?
DEAL ME IN.
WAR IS THE EXTERNALIZED
EXPRESSION OF A CULTURE'S
SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE
TO PURGE ITSELF
OF THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST
OF EACH GENERATION.
THE JEALOUS,
CONSERVATIVE OLD MEN,
THEY'RE FRIGHTENED
BY THE YOUNG, VITAL MEN,
SO THEY SACRIFICE THEM
ON THE BATTLEFIELD
TO PROTECT THE STATUS QUO...
AND GET THE YOUNG PUSSY
FOR THEMSELVES, RIGHT?
( chuckles )
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU
SMOKING, OLIVERA?
SMOKE THIS!
( indistinct chatter )
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT WAR IS.
WAR IS REAL ESTATE.
GENERAL HARDROCKS SAYS,
"I LIKE THAT PRETTY
LITTLE VILLAGE.
I'D LIKE TO RUN AN AMERICAN FLAG
UP ITS FLAGPOLE, AND I'D BE
WILLING TO KILL TWENTY
19-YEAR-OLD AMERICAN BOYS
TO DO IT."
GENERAL FISH-AND-RICE COMES
ALONG AND SAYS, "NO,
I THINK IT WOULD LOOK BETTER
WITH UNCLE HO'S FLAG."
I'M OUT.
"AND I'D BE WILLING TO KILL
THIRTY MEN
AND WOMEN
TO DO IT."
GENERAL HARDROCKS
UPS THE BET--
FIFTY DEAD, TWENTY WOUNDED.
GENERAL FISH-AND-RICE SAYS,
"I'LL KILL THIRTY MEN AND WOMEN
AND SLAUGHTER EVERY MAN, WOMAN,
AND CHILD IN THE VILLAGE."
GENERAL HARDROCKS
DOUBLES DOWN ON THE CASUALTIES,
AND SAYS, "I'LL KILL EVERY
MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD
IN THE VILLAGE, AND THEN
BURN IT DOWN."
GENERAL HARDROCKS WINS,
RAISES THE OL' RED-WHITE-AND-
BLUE, STANDS PROUD
AND VICTORIOUS IN THE MIDDLE OF
THAT PRETTY LITTLE VILLAGE,
WHICH NOW, OF COURSE,
IS A BURNED-OUT,
DEAD FUCKIN' RUIN,
BUT THEN OL' FISH-AND-RICE
COMES AND SAYS,
"I WANT THAT HILL."
WHOLE THING STARTS
ALL OVER AGAIN.
( snapping cards )
THE SECRET TO WAR
IS NOT BEING A 19-YEAR-OLD
BIDDING POINT.
AH. BE A GENERAL.
DON'T EVEN BE
A FUCKING GENERAL.
DON'T GET CLOSE TO REAL ESTATE.
SELL ACCOUTREMENTS.
"ACCOUTRE-WHATS"?
ACCOUTREMENTS.
ACCESSORIES, YOU NUMB-NUTS.
SELL THE LITTLE REAL ESTATE
"SOLD" SIGNS.
SELL THE PINK
FUCKING FLAMINGOS.
LOOK, YOU WANNA GET RICH
IN THIS WAR? GET A CONTRACT
SELLING BODY BAGS.
Man: TAKE FIVE, OKAY?
WHAT?
TAKE BREAK. TAKE FIVE, OKAY?
YEAH, BUT LET'S
MAKE IT FIVE, OKAY?
I'M WATCHING THE CLOCK.
NOT THAT THEY'RE DOING ME
ANY FAVORS BY COMING BACK.
THROW A CAT IN A BLENDER,
MAKE MORE MELODY.
( chuckles )
BISHOP, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU
WERE SO FUCKING DEEP, BROTHER.
WELL...
YOU BISHOP?
NONE OTHER.
THOUGHT I COULD DO
SOME BUSINESS WITH YOU.
POSSIBLY. YOU BUYING
OR SELLING?
BUYING.
THIS OKAY?
WHAT, THESE GUYS?
OH, YEAH, SURE.
THESE ARE MY, UH, MY FELLOW
ACCOUTREMENTS SUPPLIERS.
HOW YOU DOIN'?
HEY, WHAT'S UP?
I'M OUT.
I HEARD YOU CAN GET A MAN
REASSIGNED FOR A PRICE.
NO, THAT'S SERGEANT
BROADAXE'S GIG. YOU GOTTA TALK
TO SERGEANT BROADAXE ABOUT THAT.
HE WON'T DEAL WITH ME.
I PISSED HIM OFF ONCE.
YOU DON'T WANNA DO THAT!
SO YOU CAN'T HELP ME?
I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
LOOK, I'LL PAY TOP DOLLAR.
I'VE GOT A MAN WHO'S GOT
THREE MONTHS LEFT ON HIS TOUR,
BUT HE'S STARTING TO, UH...
HIS SHIT'S GETTING FLAKEY.
SAVE ME THE SOAP OPERA.
WHAT'S HIS M.O.S.?
ELEVEN FOXTROT.
WHAT'S THAT? RECON.
HE GOT A SECONDARY?
ELEVEN BRAVO.
GROUND-POUNDER,
THROUGH AND THROUGH.
WHAT'S THIS GUY WANT?
HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS,
AND I DON'T WANT HIM TO,
TO FEEL, UH...
GUILTY OR SOMETHING.
YOU'RE A REAL SENSITIVE GUY.
WHAT DO
YOU
WANT FOR HIM?
SOMETHING SAFE...
SAFE AS IT GETS AROUND HERE.
CAN YOU DO THAT?
A GRUNT-- A RECON GRUNT,
NO LESS-- WANTS A REAR-ECHELON
GHOST JOB.
YOU GOT SOME LEAD
YOU WANT ME TO TURN INTO GOLD
WHILE YOU'RE AT IT?
( laughter )
CAN YOU DO IT?
HELL... I'M THE KING.
I CAN DO ANYTHING.
IT'S GONNA COST YOU,
THOUGH, PAL.
HOW MUCH?
WELL...
THAT I'VE GOT TO THINK ABOUT.
WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME
A COUPLE OF MINUTES.
OKAY.
ALL RIGHT.
HEY, UH...
YOU THINK THE GUITARIST WOULD
MIND IF I CHECKED OUT HIS TELE?
HE SHOULDN'T. IT'S MINE.
I RENT IT TO HIM.
YOU PLAY?
YEAH, SOME.
YEAH, SURE. GO AHEAD.
JUST DON'T BREAK IT.
HOW DO WE DO THIS?
OH, FUCK, BISHOP.
TRANSFERS ARE BROADAXE'S GAME.
WE DON'T FUCK WITH BROADAXE.
BROADAXE HAS BEEN DIPPING
INTO MY BANGKOK SCAM.
WHO-- WHO CAME UP WITH
THAT BANGKOK SCAM?
YOU DID.
ME, THAT'S RIGHT.
I INVENTED. I SAY I DIG INTO
ONE OF HIS SCAMS.
I SAY I RESPOND.
I SAY I ATTACK.
IF I SIT STILL,
HE'S GONNA EAT ME ALIVE.
I'M WITH MENKE.
I SAY BACK OFF.
ME TOO. MY DICK'S TOO SHORT
TO FUCK WITH GOD.
THAT'S A GOOD THING TO SAY
IN A DEMOCRACY.
( playing skillfully )
THIS KID CAN PLAY.
A BLACK MAN
WITH A SHORT DICK?
YO' MAMA!
( playing soulful tune )
Spectator: PLAY IT, MAN!
( playing soulful tune )
( man speaking Vietnamese )
FIVE MINUTES OVER.
NO, NO, NO, NO. LET HIM PLAY.
HE'S GOOD!
HE'S GREAT.
I WATCH. MAYBE I LEARN.
( scoffs ) I DOUBT IT.
( playing rock song )
( spectators respond )
( playing rock song )
( spectators respond )
( speaking Vietnamese )
( spectators responding )
Man: ALL RIGHT!
ALL RIGHT!
ROCK 'N' ROLL!
( rock music continuing )
HOO YEAH!
( music continues )
( cheers and applause )
( cheers and applause )
ALL RIGHT.
YEAH!
( music concludes )
( cheers and applause )
ALL RIGHT!
( song ends )
THAT'S ALL RIGHT!
MOTHER FUCK THAT!
( applause )
HEY, BUDDY!
THANKS.
( approvingly ) GOD DAMN!
WHERE'D YOU COME FROM?
MICHIGAN. THINK I COULD
GET A GLASS OF WATER?
YEAH, SURE. MICHIGAN! HAH!
( playing passably )
DIDN'T KNOW THEY HAD GUYS
COULD PLAY LIKE YOU IN MICHIGAN.
WE GOT US SOME PICKERS.
( music continuing )
GUYS, GUYS, GUYS!
CALL IT QUITS FOR THE NIGHT,
WILL YA? YOU'RE MAKIN'
MY EARS DIRTY!
( music halts )
CHRIST, THOSE GUYS ARE BAD.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
TELE WASN'T TOO KIND
ON MY CALLOUSES.
I HEAR THAT.
YOU EVER CUT A RECORD?
WE WERE WORKING ON ONE
BEFORE I GOT DRAFTED.
LISTEN, HOW MUCH
TO GET MY MAN TRANSFERRED.
OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL--
IT'S GONNA COST YOU
400 BUCKS MPC.
THAT'S FOR GREENBACKS,
OF COURSE, IF YOU'VE GOT 'EM.
OR WE COULD TRADE TOO.
I COULD GIVE YOU A HUNDRED
BUCKS FOR AN AK-47.
SKS, THAT GRABS TWO HUNDRED.
THESE REAR-ECHELON
MOTHER FUCKERS, THEY LIKE
TO HANG 'EM UP IN THEIR HOOCHES
AND MAKE PRETEND THEY'RE
HARDCORE COMBAT G.I. JOES
WHEN THEY'RE REALLY LOWLIFE
COASTING POGEY BAIT,
JUST LIKE MYSELF.
I GOT NOTHIN' TO HIDE.
I AIN'T UP TO IT, YOU KNOW?
SHIT! I AIN'T GONNA RISK
MY ASS FOR NOTHIN' OR NO ONE.
THREE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD
I TRUST-- ME, MYSELF, AND I.
AS LONG AS I ONLY GOTTA
PAY ONE OF YOU.
HA HA HA!
I HEAR THAT, I HEAR THAT!
HEY, BY THE WAY, HOW 'BOUT
A 3-DAY R&R IN BANGKOK?
FREE HITCH ON AN AIR FORCE
MILK RUN? WON'T SHOW UP
ON YOUR RECORDS.
NO THANKS. I'M ON ALERT.
THAT'S A NICE INSTRUMENT,
THOUGH.
ALWAYS BEEN A FENDER MAN,
MYSELF.
SWEET PIECE OF WOOD.
IN YOUR HANDS.
YOU MAKE IT SOUND SWEET.
ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA NEED
NAME, RANK, AND SERIAL NUMBER
ON YOUR GUY, AND I'LL GET
BACK TO YOU. LET ME KNOW
WHERE YOU'RE AT.
173rd HEADQUARTERS COMPANY,
NEAR THE S-2.
NOW, NO WORD TO MY MAN.
HIS NAME IS AVILA.
YOU GOT IT.
HE'S A SPEC-4.
HE'S A PRIVATE.
OH, YEAH...
HERE'S HIS DOG TAG.
NOW, I'M GONNA NEED THOSE BACK.
I TOOK 'EM OFF HIS BOOT.
YOU GOT IT, SOLDIER.
HEY, ALL RIGHT!
THANKS, MAN!
WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE
FOR THOSE HANDS.
COME ON, MAN! WHAT ABOUT
ALL THE SHIT I DO FOR YOU?
WHAT ABOUT THOSE SPECIAL
GIRLY MAGAZINES I GOT FOR YOU?
STOLE 'EM BACK THE NEXT DAY!
YEAH, WELL, YOU GOT
HOURS OF PLEASURE OUT OF IT!
DOESN'T MATTER!
IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
NO WAY, NO HOW, NO CAN DO!
TWICE-- TWICE THE GOING RATE
I'LL GIVE YOU!
TWICE? YEAH, RIGHT! BROADAXE
WILL STILL FIND OUT, MAN!
NOW, LOOK,
BROADAXE IS NOT GONNA
FUCK WITH YOU, MAN. NOT NOW.
AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO ASSURED
AND YOU KNOW TOO MUCH.
YEAH, RIGHT.
BROADAXE KNOWS
THAT ALL YOU GOTTA DO
THE DAY AFTER YOUR DISCHARGE
IS SEND AN ANONYMOUS LETTER
TO THE-- TO THE C.I.D.
OR INSPECTOR GENERAL, A'IGHT?
NOW, MAYBE...
JUST MAYBE... THAT LETTER'S
ALREADY BEEN SENT.
HUH? HUH?
MAYBE THAT LETTER
IS ALREADY IN THE HANDS
OF SOMEBODY YOU CAN TRUST.
YEAH, YEAH.
A LETTER IN MY MOM'S HAND,
JUST WAITING FOR ME
TO COME THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR.
THAT'S RIGHT, THAT'S RIGHT.
SEE, NOW YOU'RE THINKING.
NOW YOU'RE USING
THAT HEAD OF YOURS.
CAN'T DO IT.
COME ON, MEL!
CHRIST!
YOU HATE THAT BROADAXE!
HOW MANY TIMES YOU TELL ME
THAT, HUH?
HE FUCKED YOU OVER
ON THAT HAWAII R&R, AM I RIGHT?
REMEMBER THAT?
FUCKED YOU OVER ON YOUR
THIRD STRIKE, REMEMBER THAT?
AND-- AND-- AND WHO WAS IT
FIRST CALLED YOU "PUSSY BOY"?
YOU.
NO. NO.
I-I DID CALL YOU IT,
BUT ONLY AFTER HE STARTED IT.
PUSSY BOY.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?
YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE BEING
CALLED PUSSY BOY?
SO WHAT'S THIS GRUNT'S NAME?
Radio Announcer:
CLEVELAND 3, YANKEES ZIP,
AND ST. LOUIS
CLOBBERS SAN FRANCISCO
BY EIGHT RUNS
IN THE LAST TWO INNINGS.
BACK TO SOME GREAT SOUNDS NOW.
THAT A SILENCER?
YEP.
LOOKS LIKE A CARBINE 16.
CARB-15.
CLOSE.
LIKE TO GET ME ONE OF THOSE.
WHY?
YOU PLANNING ON GOING
OUT INTO THE FIELD?
( laughing ) SHIT!
YOU MUST BE SMOKING
THAT WACKY WEED!
HELL NO.
MEH.
I COULD TRADE ONE OF THEM
FOR JUST ABOUT ANYTHING.
NO, I DON'T LIKE GUNS.
THEM REAR-ECHELON
MOTHER FUCKERS ALL GOT
A HARD-ON FOR 'EM,
BUT I DON'T LIKE 'EM.
THEY MAKE ME NERVOUS.
I USED TO LIKE GUNS,
YOU KNOW?
SAME REASON I LIKE GUITARS.
YEAH? HOW'S THAT?
ORCUTT! YEAH?
TOSS ME MY WINCHESTER.
HERE YOU GO.
CRAFTSMANSHIP.
LOOK AT THIS.
SEE, SOME OF THE BEST
HARDWOOD IN THE WORLD,
THE BEST WOODWORKING.
AND THE STEEL PARTS,
THEY'RE PERFECT.
PERFECT MACHINES.
THEY HAVE TO BE.
THEY MALFUNCTION,
AND SOMEONE DIES.
THERE'S NOT TOO MANY
PERFECT MACHINES
IN THIS UNIVERSE--
MAN-MADE ONES, AT LEAST.
BUT, YOU KNOW,
PERFECT MACHINE OR NOT...
IT'S HARD TO GET AROUND THE FACT
THAT THEY'RE MADE FOR ONE
PURPOSE AND ONE PURPOSE ONLY--
TO KILL.
( dry fires )
SO I DON'T LIKE...
GUNS MUCH ANYMORE.
LET'S JUST SAY MY AFFECTION
HAS SLACKENED.
WELL... I CAN SEE WHY.
( faint chuckle )
SO I'M GONNA PUT MY AFFECTIONS
IN GUITARS.
I MEAN, UH...
GUITAR NEVER HURT ANYONE,
DID IT?
I GUESS NOT.
WALK AND TALK WITH ME.
( man shouts indistinctly )
YOUR GUY'S TRANSFER'S DOABLE.
I'LL NEED THE 400 TONIGHT.
WE'LL TAKE UP A COLLECTION
AND SEND AVILA AWAY.
COLLECTION?
WE'RE ALL CHIPPING IN,
THE WHOLE TEAM.
I HOPE THIS GOOD SAMARITAN
SHIT AIN'T CONTAGIOUS.
I BETTER GET SOME SHOTS!
WE TAKE CARE OF EACH
OTHER, MAN.
LOOKS LIKE. TONIGHT, THEN.
COME BY AND PLAY,
IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT.
THANKS A LOT. I WILL.
FREE BEER, YOU AND YOUR TEAM.
GREAT.
WE'LL BE THERE.
WITH THE MONEY!
BISHOP. WHAT?
BISH! WHAT?
BROADAXE IS INSIDE.
AW, JESUS CHRIST!
BROADAXE! WHAT THE FUCK
DOES HE WANT?
I DON'T KNOW.
BUT HE DOESN'T EXACTLY
LOOK OVERJOYED.
DO ME A FAVOR, WILL YOU?
FIND ME SOME OF THAT
"MILKY MAGNESIA."
NICE CLEAN PLACE.
I SEE YOU PUT IN SOME A.C.
THAT'S GOOD.
WHAT'D YOU BARTER FOR IT?
IT'S EXPENSIVE,
BUT WORTH IT IN THE LONG TERM.
I LIKE LONG-TERM PROFITS.
YOU LIKE ANY KIND OF PROFIT.
CHRIST, YOU'D SELL THE PAINT
OFF THE SIDE OF A HOUSE.
BABY-SAN, BRING PAPA-SAN
ANOTHER "COKEY-COLA."
BISHOP, YOU KNOW WHY IT IS
THAT DOGS GO AROUND THE BLOCK
PISSING ON TREES
AND FIRE HYDRANTS?
SO THEY CAN MARK THEIR
FUCKING TERRITORY
AND SHOW WHO THE BIGGEST,
BADDEST DOG ON THE BLOCK IS.
AND THEN THE OTHER DOGS,
THEY-- THEY SNIFF IT
AND PISS ON TOP OF THE PISS
TO PISS 'EM OFF.
NOT TO CHALLENGE 'EM, MIND YOU,
JUST TO PISS 'EM OFF.
THANKS, BABY-SAN.
HEH HEH HEH HEH!
SHE'S GETTIN' SOME TITTIES
ON HER.
( faint chuckle )
YOU PIDDLED ON ONE OF
MY TREES THIS MORNING,
OVER AT PERSONNEL.
ANY MARASCHINO CHERRIES
GO WITH THIS HERE COKE?
YEAH, SURE.
NOW...
IF I'M PISSIN' ON YOUR TREE...
HOW IS IT MY PANT LEG
FEELS WET?
THE BANGKOK SCAM?
YEAH, THE BANGKOK SCAM.
LOOK, BOY, JUST 'CAUSE YOU
DISCOVER GOLD IN YOUR LAND
DOESN'T MEAN YOU INVENTED THE
METAL ITSELF. OTHER PEOPLE ARE
ALLOWED TO MINE THEIR OWN LAND.
THAT MEAN I CAN MOVE IN ON
THE UPX GIG, QUARTERMASTER SCAM,
THE SLOTS, THE JUKEBOXES,
THE GREENBACK MARKETS
THAT YOU HOARD.
THOSE ARE PROPRIETARY
INTERESTS, BOY, YOU KNOW THAT.
AND THE BANGKOK GIG ISN'T?
AND THAT'S THE SECOND TIME
YOU'VE CALLED ME BOY.
TERM OF AFFECTION.
AFFECTION LEADS TO FUCKING.
IF WE'RE GONNA FUCK, LET'S
DO IT, BUDDY. I'M NOT IN
THE MOOD TO SWAP SPIT.
LET'S DEAL. YOU WANT A PART
OF MY BANGKOK GIG,
LET'S TALK ROYALTY.
SAY TWENTY PERCENT.
I'LL PAY THE SAME ON
YOUR PERSONNEL GIG
OR WHATEVER ELSE.
BABY-SAN, YOU SHOULD COME
WORK FOR ME.
PUT YOU IN A PRETTY DRESS,
MAKE YOU MY NUMBER-ONE GIRL.
( speaking Vietnamese )
GO.
CHRIST'S SAKE.
KID'S 13 YEARS OLD.
CAN'T YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS
OFF HER?
( helicopter rotors whirr )
LOOK, BOY, THE BIG BAD DOG
DON'T SHARE SQUAT.
I CATCH YOU PISSING
ON ONE OF MY TREES AGAIN,
I'LL BITE OFF YOUR DICK
AND FEED IT TO MY CATS.
( helicopter rotors whirr )
FUCK ME!
( soulful music playing )
( soulful music continuing )
THIS THING ITCHES!
( indistinct chatter )
HERE. TAKE IT UP
TO THE STORAGE TENT.
YOU GOT IT.
YEAH.
( indistinct chatter )
( soulful music continuing )
HEY. COME HERE A SEC.
NO, HAVE TO FINISH CLEANING.
NO, NO, NO, NO. SIT DOWN.
BUT I MUST.
HEY, IT'S OKAY.
SIT DOWN HERE WITH ME.
YEAH. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
LISTEN TO THAT.
( soulful music continuing )
YOU HEAR THAT?
ONE OF THOSE COMES ALONG
ONCE IN A LIFETIME.
THAT LUCKY BASTARD,
HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW
HE'S IN A SHIT HOLE,
ABOUT TO GET HIS ASS SHOT OFF!
'CAUSE HE'S SOMEWHERE ELSE.
AND IF YOU LISTEN--
IF YOU LISTEN JUST RIGHT--
HE ALMOST TAKES YOU WITH HIM.
( soulful music playing )
THAT'S THE GREAT THING
ABOUT MUSIC-- I MEAN,
REALLY, REALLY GREAT MUSIC
JUST TAKES YA...
( soulful music continues )
I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT...
MEMORIES.
( playing continues )
I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT--
THAT-- THAT PEACEFUL,
SWEET PLACE.
NOBODY OUT TO GET YOU,
AND YOU'RE NOT RUNNING
YOUR ASS OFF TRYING TO STAY
AHEAD OF THE GAME.
I BEEN SEARCHING FOR THAT PLACE.
YOU EVER HEAR THE PHRASE
"LOST IN THE MUSIC"?
( faint chuckle ) NO?
WELL...
HE AIN'T LOST.
HE FOUND A PLACE.
( music continues )
OLD LUCKY BASTARD.
HE CAN GO TO THAT PLACE
ANY TIME HE WANTS TO.
ALL HE'S GOTTA DO
IS PICK UP THAT GUITAR.
HE CAN LIVE THERE.
SOME PEOPLE...
GOD PUTS HIS ARM AROUND 'EM.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
MY FATHER, HE WAS A POET.
( music ends )
HE WAS A POET, HUH?
HE'S DEAD NOW.
'COURSE.
SORRY.
( rock music playing )
( happy chatter and music )
( rock music playing )
( happy chatter and music )
MURRAY, YOU MESSED UP,
THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.
CAN I HAVE A LIGHT, PLEASE?
WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF
MY BACK, ALL RIGHT, MENKE?
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
LEAVE YOU ALONE?
SIT DOWN, MURRAY!
I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE
WHEN I START SEEING RESULTS.
I WANT IT CLEARED
BETWEEN ME AND BISHOP,
THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.
OKAY, WE'LL TALK TO BISHOP.
BISHOP! WHEN ARE YOU GONNA
TELL US WHAT BROADAXE SAID, HUH?
BROADAXE?
YEAH, HE WAS HERE TODAY.
WHAT'D HE WANT?
ASK BISHOP.
JESUS! BROADAXE, HERE?
WILL YOU GUYS JUST
SHUT UP AND LISTEN?
LISTEN TO THIS GUY, MAN!
HE MAKES EVEN THIS BAND
SOUND GOOD.
PLEASE! ANYBODY CAN PLAY
LIKE THAT WITH ENOUGH
PRACTICE, BISHOP.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT? PRACTICE?
THAT'S A GIFT!
THAT'S A GIFT!
I SHOULD KNOW. I TRIED.
YOU PLAY GUITAR, BISH?
I TRIED TO.
I TRIED REALLY HARD.
BUT THEN I'D HEAR SOMEBODY
LIKE THAT PLAY. I GAVE IT UP.
MAN, THERE'S NOT ENOUGH
PRACTICE IN THE WORLD.
( incoming mortar shell )
( explosion )
( screams and shouts )
COME ON, MAN! COME ON!
( explosions )
( screams and shouts )
( explosions )
( screams and shouts )
THAT WAS THE GREEN LINE.
SHIT! I WAS GONNA CALL
THE GREEN LINE.
I BID FOR 20 ON THE HOSPITAL.
I'LL TAKE THE FUEL DUMP.
( explosions )
( Klaxon blares )
FIRST FIELD FORCE AREA.
WHAT'S YOUR BID, BISHOP?
I'M DECIDING.
I GOT OFF OF WEST.
YEAH? RIGHT THERE,
RIGHT THERE.
SOMEBODY OWES 20 BUCKS.
HERE'S YOUR MONEY.
TWO HUNDRED, HALF.
WHERE'S THE OTHER HALF?
THE OTHER HALF WHEN YOU
TURN OVER THE TRANSFER PAPERS.
( laughing )
( explosions )
Man: WE GOT A FIRE
OVER HERE!
MAN!
THAT WAS WAY ON THE OTHER
SIDE OF THE COMPOUND!
WE'RE GONNA BE MOVING OUT
ANY DAY NOW.
S-2 THINKS CHARLIE'S PREPPING
A BIG PUSH. SERIOUS SHIT.
THAT'S PROBABLY WHY THEY'RE
PROBING OUR LINES TONIGHT,
CHECKING OUT THE FOUR CORNERS
OF THE GREEN LINE.
I'LL GET YOUR BOY'S
PAPERS TOMORROW.
HEY...
PUT MINE ON THE EAST GREEN LINE.
YOU GUYS KNOW EVERY TIME
YOU PUT AN "X," SOMEONE THERE
GETS KILLED OR WOUNDED.
YEAH.
( explosions )
EAST GREEN LINE. SHIT!
SHIT!
( Bishop laughing )
YOU'RE BUYING, YOU KNOW,
YOU'RE BUYING TONIGHT.
I'M NOT BUYIN' NOTHIN'.
BUYIN' NOTHIN'? BUY THIS!
PATHETIC. I GOT THAT--
WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT--
MENTAL "TEL-APATHY."
MAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.
HERE.
I GOTTA GET WITH MY MEN.
( combat sounds continuing )
( incoming mortar shell )
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT GUY?
HE'S A STRANGE FUCKING GUY.
CAREFUL, CAREFUL!
WATCH IT! WE GOT LIVE
ORDNANCE UP HERE!
COME ON, MAN, OVER HERE.
YOU GUYS HELP ME OUT OVER HERE.
SARGE, WHERE DO YOU
NEED THESE?
WE NEED SOME MEN OVER HERE!
BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.
FRIEND OF MINE WAS IN HERE.
TRYING TO GATHER HIS PERSONAL
EFFECTS AND BRING IT
BACK TO HIM.
IS HE OKAY?
HE LOST BOTH LEGS,
IF THAT'S DOING OKAY.
AW, SHIT.
HELL, I GOT SOME GOOD NEWS.
IT'S YOUR BOY AVILA'S TRANSFER.
GOT HIM A JOB IN THE DISPENSARY
FOR THE BRIGADE DENTIST.
NOW, THERE'S A FAT SIDELINE
IN THERE FOR PAIN PILLS,
SO, IF HE'S INTERESTED.
I GET A LITTLE PIECE OF
THE ACTION. NOT A BIG ONE.
JUST A LITTLE ONE, BUT...
THE TRANSFER IS ENOUGH.
ALL RIGHT.
I'LL BRING YOU YOUR MONEY
TONIGHT, IF THAT'S OKAY.
YEAH, YEAH, SURE.
YOU GONNA PLAY?
YEAH, IF THAT'S OKAY.
IT'S PROBABLY GONNA BE
MY LAST TIME FOR A WHILE.
WE GOT A MISSION.
CHARLIE'S MOVING TROOPS
ALL OVER THE AREA.
WE LEAVE TOMORROW MORNING.
YEAH? WELL, HEY,
DON'T PACK YOUR BAGS TOO FAST.
THERE YOU GO.
WHAT'S THIS?
YOUR TRANSFER.
GOT YOU A JOB--
ASSISTANT MANAGER,
ENLISTED MEN'S CLUB.
CUSHY JOB. GOOD JOB.
I CAN'T TAKE IT.
WHAT THE HELL
YOU TALKING ABOUT?
WE GOT A MISSION.
YOU GOT A MISSION?
WELL, SO DOES AVILA.
YOU GONNA TAKE HIM WITH YOU?
WE'LL GET A REPLACEMENT.
COME ON, MAN,
GET A REPLACEMENT FOR YOURSELF.
COME ON, TAKE IT.
I CAN'T DO THAT. WHY?
WHO'S GONNA TAKE CARE
OF MY PEOPLE?
YOUR PEOPLE?
MY TEAM!
SOMEONE MIGHT BE ASSIGNED
TO THEM WHO DOESN'T KNOW
WHAT HE'S DOING, WHO'LL
GET THEM HURT, OR EVEN KILLED!
WELL, WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN YOUR TOUR IS UP?
I'LL EXTEND.
EXTEND? WHAT, ARE YOU
NUTS, MAN?
Man: I NEED A BODY BAG!
Man #2: THEY'RE ALL
OVER THIS PLACE!
I'VE DONE IT BEFORE.
BULLSHIT!
THIS IS MY THIRD TOUR.
COME ON, MAN.
YOU'VE BEEN OVER HERE
THREE FUCKIN' YEARS?
YEAH, ALMOST.
( chuckles )
NO SHIT, MAN?
NO SHIT. YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY,
OKAY? YOU'RE FUCKING
BUG-OUT CRAZY!
I TAKE CARE OF MY PEOPLE!
THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!
NO, NO, NO. I'LL TELL YOU
WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.
YOU'VE GOT TWO MISSIONS
OVER HERE. ONE IS TO GET HOME
IN ONE PIECE.
THAT'S MISSION NUMBER ONE.
MISSION NUMBER TWO--
TAKE HOME AS MUCH BOOTY
AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN.
BOOTY?
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. BOOTY.
FOR LIFERS, IT'S A PROMOTION.
FOR SOME GUYS, IT'S A MEDAL
TO PUT ON THEIR FUCKIN' CHEST.
FOR OTHER GUYS, IT'S EARS
TO HANG ON A STRING, TO GO HOME
AND SHOW DADDY AND THEIR
BUDDIES, SHOW 'EM WHAT A STONE-
COLD KILLER THEY ARE.
OTHER GUYS, IT'S SCARS
AND WAR STORIES TO TELL
THE LITTLE GIRLIES ON THE BLOCK
SO THEY CAN GET LAID.
EVERYBODY'S TRYING TO TAKE HOME
AS MUCH BOOTY AS THEY CAN,
JUST LIKE PIRATES.
I'M NOT.
AND MOST OF US OUT
IN THE FIELD AREN'T.
WE'RE OUT HERE TO TAKE CARE
OF EACH OTHER.
YEAH? YOU KNOW WHAT US
REAR-ECHELON MOTHER FUCKERS
CALL YOU GRUNTS
OUT IN THE FIELD? SUCKERS!
YEAH, WELL, IF THAT'S TRUE,
THEN WHY ARE YOU
TRYING TO HELP ME?
BECAUSE MY BUSINESS
DOES BETTER WHEN YOU PLAY.
( equipment clattering )
THAT'S FUNNY.
YOUR BOY MENKE SAID
THAT WHEN I PLAY, PEOPLE...
PEOPLE DON'T DRINK AS MUCH.
THEY STOP AND LISTEN
AND-- AND IGNORE YOUR SLOTS.
MENKE. MENKE.
YOU GONNA LISTEN TO MENKE?
HE'S A FUCKING RETARD!
WHAT HAVE I GOTTA DO?
WHAT HAVE I GOTTA DO TO GET YOU
OUT OF THE FUCKING JUNGLE,
GET TRANSFERS FOR YOUR
ENTIRE FUCKING TEAM?
( helicopter rotors whirr )
I DON'T EXPECT YOU
TO DO ANYTHING.
CRAZY FUCKING BASTARD.
FUCK YOU.
DOES THAT MEAN
I CAN'T PLAY TONIGHT?
AH, YOU CAN PLAY.
( bluesy music playing )
IT'S CRAZY, BISHOP,
BUT ALL OF A SUDDEN IT SEEMS
THE AIR FORCE ISN'T LETTING OUR
BOYS HITCH A RIDE TO BANGKOK.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
THE INDIAN I KNOW
ISN'T BUYING ANY MEAT FROM US,
AND MURRAY HERE,
HE GETS A SURPRISE VISIT
FROM THE I.G.,
AND IT'S BROADAXE, GODDAMN IT,
AND YOU SET HIM ON US.
HEY, COULD BE COINCIDENCE.
YEAH. AND I'M PAT NIXON.
GIMME A BREAK, WILL YA?
I'VE GOT ENOUGH STRIFE
IN MY LIFE.
WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYBODY?
HALF THE POST IS
ON ALERT TONIGHT. WE'RE LUCKY
WE'RE NOT BLACKED OUT.
GREAT.
WHAT ELSE COULD HAPPEN?
AW, SHIT!
OH, YOU GUYS.
NOW WHAT?
I GOT MY INSPECTION
IN THE MORNING. GOOD NIGHT.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
CAME TO DO YOU A FAVOR.
( bluesy music continuing )
HELLO, VALENZUELA.
( continues playing )
HEH HEH.
I GOT YOUR TRANSFER--
MOTOR POOL,
TWO-SIXTY-FOUR MECH,
BONG SON, INDIAN COUNTRY,
AS OF TOMORROW MORNING.
MARSHALL HERE IS GONNA
TAKE OVER THE CLUB
UNDER MY SUPERVISION.
YOU'LL HAND THE CASH BOX
AND THE KEYS TO HIM TONIGHT.
YOU CAN'T DO THAT.
IT'S ALREADY DONE, BOY.
HE CAN'T DO THIS, BISH.
HOW 'BOUT WE MAKE A DEAL?
I SELL YOU MY OTHER CONCESSION.
I DON'T THINK YOU'RE IN
A POSITION TO SELL.
MAYBE NOT, BUT IT MAKES IT
EASIER FOR YOU IF I
CLEAR THE WAY.
WELL, THERE IS THAT.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I WANT TRANSFERS
FOR HIM AND HIS WHOLE TEAM.
( bluesy music continuing )
LUIS AND THE WHOLE TEAM, HUH?
ARE YOU FUCKIN' NUTS?
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
Man: ENEMY IN THE WIRE!
( gunshots )
( screams and shouts )
WATCH IT! GRENADE!
( screams and shouts )
( voices crying out
in Vietnamese )
AW, SHIT. BISHOP.
OH, CHRIST.
I'LL GET A MEDIC.
( voices crying out )
CHRIST!
GOD!
SHIT. MEDIC! MEDIC!
MEDIC!
Man: C-CAN YOU MOVE?!
LUIS! GET... THE...
GET OFF...
GET HIM OFF ME!
Broadaxe: JESUS.
HE SAVED MY LIFE.
YES, HE DID.
YOU'RE HURT, BISHOP.
YES, I AM.
YES, I AM.
PRETTY GUITAR.
YEAH.
GUITAR NEVER HURT
NO ONE, DID IT?
I GUESS NOT.
Graham Nash:
♪ I CAN'T SAY
♪ WE WON THE WAR
♪ BUT I CAN SAY
♪ I SURVIVED
♪ UNLIKE SOME
♪ OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS
♪ WHO DIED
♪ STANDING BY MY SIDE
♪ DID THEY SERVE
♪ THEIR COUNTRY WELL
♪ FIGHTING IN A WINLESS WAR?
♪ SOLDIERS ON BOTH SIDES
♪ CAN'T TELL
♪ WHAT IT IS
♪ THEY'RE FIGHTING FOR
♪ WHAT WERE THEY DYING FOR?
♪ I GUESS SOMEBODY LIED
♪ AND FAMILIES FELT THE PAIN
♪ AS MANY MOTHERS CRIED
♪ WHEN WE BOUGHT INTO THE LIE
♪ WHO WAS
♪ COUNTING UP THE COST?
♪ UNDERNEATH THE FOREIGN SKY
♪ SO MANY LIVES WERE LOST
♪ THEIR MEMORY WILL LIVE ON
♪ LIVE ON
♪ THE WALL
♪ AND ALL
♪ ITS CASUALTIES
♪ LIVE ON
♪ LIVE ON
♪ CARVED IN STONE
♪ FOR ALL TO SEE
♪ LIVE ON
♪ LIVE ON
♪ SERVE TO REMIND US ALL
♪ OF THE SOLDIERS
♪ WHO HAVE DIED
♪ AND THE NAMES
♪ UPON THE WALL
♪ FOREVER CARVED IN STONE
♪ THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO DIED
♪ THE SOLDIERS ON THE WALL
♪ THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO DIED
♪ THE SOLDIERS ON THE WALL
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE, LIVE ON
♪ LIVE, LIVE, LIVE
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON
♪ AAAHHH
♪ LIVE ON ♪