The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 5 - I Ain't Marchin' Anymore - full transcript

On September 16, 1974,

the President of
the United States

offered a conditional amnesty

to all war resisters
still at large.

At that time, it was estimated

that there were some
50,000 young Americans

living as fugitives.

This story, set in
the spring of '74,

deals with a group of young men

like some of those still
living without a home,

without a country.



Hello?

Hello?

Hi, Mom?

Bob? It's Bob.

How are you, honey?

I'm fine.

Really goo... really good.

You're sure nothing's wrong?

No, no, nothing's wrong.

Everything's fine.

Here's your father.

Hello, Son.

Hi, Pop.

Gee, you sound terrific.



Who, me?

Yeah, well, I'm-I'm okay.

You know, uh, got to
keep punching the old clock.

Yeah.

Oh, that's great.

How's, uh...?

How's-how's Mom's back?

He wants to know
how your back is.

Tell him, it's-it's fine.

She says... she
says her back is fine.

It's her head I'm not so
sure about sometimes.

Will you stop that?
It's long distance.

Hey, you two still at it, huh?

No, no, no.

I know when I'm licked.

Say, uh, how-how
is it up there, son?

Pretty cold, huh?

No. Uh, no, uh, you
know, our weather's fine.

Listen, Pop, I-I gotta go. Uh,

tell Mom, thanks for the socks.

Uh... they're really warm.

Hey, it's about time

for you to pick up the old
evening sports page, isn't it?

Yeah, just about.

Well, uh...

take care of yourself, son.

Yeah. Bye, Pop.

We miss you, honey.

We miss you so much.

I miss you, too, Mom.

Take care.

♪♪

You looking for me?

I'm Zahn. Bob Zahn.

What are you doing here?

Hey, no! No, don't!

Sure, I'll meet you.

How about somewhere
between here and where you are?

Let's say, oh, City Hall Plaza?

In a half hour?

All right, I'll see you then.

Right, that's a date.

Government's got a make
on that Front Street shooting.

Who was he?

Uh, Robert Emery Zahn,
United States Marine Corps.

Wanted for desertion.

Where, Vietnam?

Mm-hmm. Failed
to return to his unit

after R and R from
Hong Kong. 1969.

'69?!

That's a long time.

It certainly is.

What have you got?

What? Oh, I got
the ballistics report.

Something wrong with it?

No. I was just thinking.

Four or five years on the run,

halfway around the world,
and bam, you're dead.

You're right. Bang, he's dead.

Yeah. Hmm.

What?

The slug they took out
of him is a nine millimeter

with a bullet
weight of 94 grains?

Yeah, I saw that. What do
you think, a foreign make?

94 grains... it's got to be.

The only gun I know that
can take a load like that

is a Russian service automatic.

Yeah, it's either a
Stechkin or a Makarov.

They use those in Vietnam?

Oh, they sure did.

So, where are you going?

Don't worry.

It ain't Moscow.

Zahn was a local kid whose
parents live over on Colfax.

Will you talk to them?

Yeah.

I've got a date with a
government guy named Carson.

I'll pick up where I can
on this kid's background.

Enlisted U.S. Marine Corps,

Camp Pendleton, Vietnam.

Echo Company Second
Battalion, Third Marines.

- Promoted to Corporal...
- Mustard?

Uh, yeah, thanks.

Bronze Star, Purple Heart.

Made squad leader of the
Third Platoon's Alpha Squad.

AWOL September 29, 1969.

Surfaced in Toronto
November ten.

When did he come here?

Well, this is the last report.

Still has him in Canada.

Oh, yeah? I thought
you government guys

had everything wired right
down to the last minute.

I guess I'm going to have
to write my congressman.

Come on! What do you want?

The report's only ten days old.

Well, that could mean
that he wasn't in town

more than a few days
before he got shot.

No. No, he couldn't have been.

Let me ask you something.

Why would he come here?

He gets collared,
he goes up for years.

Some trouble he's running
away from up there?

No, we haven't
heard of anything.

The Canadians keep
us pretty well informed.

I don't know. It happens
all the time, Mike.

They get depressed, homesick.

They're around then, huh?

Oh, yeah. Deserters,
draft evaders.

A lot more of them
stayed in the country

than... than went out.

Of course, they
wouldn't last for a week

if they weren't getting help.

From who?

Organizations, you know,
all the deep breathers.

Then the lawyers, businessmen.

There's a doctor right
over here on Powell.

Man named Blakely.

Straight arrow,

no record of... of
any radical activity.

The last person on God's earth

you'd think would be
into helping fugitives.

What kind of help? Money?

No, no, not that so much.

Mostly, they...
they get 'em jobs,

maybe a place to stay.

Put the new boys in-in
touch with the old timers,

that kind of thing.

Must be pretty
tough to make a case

against them then, isn't it?

Oh, once in a while we get
one, but they're pretty careful.

Thanks for the meeting.

No problem.

Thanks for lunch.

Oh, forget it.

We don't know anything.

We didn't even know he was home.

He was right here in town.

We didn't even know it.

I guess he was
afraid to tell you.

What?

Well, he knew the authorities
were looking for him.

You... You probably told him
they come here, time to time.

And he didn't want you to get
in trouble if he got caught here.

We wouldn't have said anything.

Who's the girl?

I'm sorry.

The, uh... the
girl in the picture.

That's Kathy.

Guess we should call her.

Uh, sir, if you'd
like, I can tell her.

Tell her what?

That he died a coward,
a deserter, a traitor?

No, that he's dead, that's all.

That's all?!

Well, that's not...
that's not all.

That's not anything.

Tell her why he died.

Tell me.

Explain to me so
I can understand.

All right, maybe he was wrong.

But was he so wrong that
somebody should kill him?

Was he?

Mr. Zahn, we don't know
who killed him or why.

And maybe you don't care
very much, huh? Hmm?

Maybe he's better off dead.

No.

No, we care.

You killed him.

You and all your friends

with all their stupid
badges, and...

and your guns that you
think make men out of you.

Now you can close your books

on the desperate
criminal, Robert Zahn.

Kathy, I'm not trying
to close the book,

just fill in the blank pages.

When was the last
time you saw Robert?

Last year.

I went to Toronto.

You didn't stay with him?

He wouldn't let me.

Did you know he
was in San Francisco?

No.

Didn't he make
any attempt to try...?

How was he supposed
to get in touch with me?

They watch people like
me. Haven't you heard?

I'm a walking booby trap.

Okay.

Okay...

What did you say your name was?

Keller.

You weren't in the
service, were you, Keller?

No.

No. Policemen didn't
get drafted, did they?

No, they didn't.

So you stayed at home
and chased the ones who did.

Kathy, I'm sorry, but
I'm not the enemy.

Who is, Keller?

They really got to you, huh?

Yes, she got to me,
so did Zahn's dad.

I'm not going to
say they didn't,

but you can't say my
idea doesn't make sense.

Somebody's got to get
in contact with these guys.

Well, we don't know for sure

whether Zahn made
contact with anyone.

He may have just
sat in his hotel room.

You said yourself, the
first thing he probably did

when he got to town was to
make contact with the deserters.

No, I didn't say that.

I said that was the
government's theory.

You got a better one?

You're really hot under
the collar, aren't you?

Forget it.

Well, all right.

Let's say you go undercover.

What makes you so sure
you can find these people?

I'll get in contact
with the doctor.

Have you got a cover story?

No, not yet, no.

Well, you're going to need one.

Where are you gonna
come from, Canada?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I guess so.

Well, then you're going
to need a Canadian I.D.,

so you'd better see
Sergeant Diaz in Intelligence.

And those clothes,
oh, those clothes.

Now, you'd better get a...

store label for those clothes.

You saying it's okay?

No, it's not okay.

What, I can't do it?

Yes, you can do it...

but I want you to call
me every two hours...

Hot or cold, every two hours.

- Oh, Mike, come on, there's no...
- Two hours.

Okay, two hours.

Is that it, Mama?

No, it's not all.

Now, we've been through a lot
of scrapes together, haven't we?

Yeah.

Well, I don't want
to lecture you.

I just want to remind you.

I want to remind you that...

politics and police
work don't mix.

These boys that you're
gonna try to hook up with...

They broke a law,

and because they broke that law,

some people think
they're criminals.

Other people think
they're heroes.

Now, as far as you're concerned,

the only thing that
matters is the fact

that you're carrying a
shield, and that means

that how you feel about
things don't get in the way

of what you do about them.

Have you got that?

Yeah.

Good.

Okay... now...

these guys have been
underground for a long time.

They're not going
to be lollipops.

No.

And it's just possible that
Robert Zahn did go underground,

just like you're gonna do.

And it's possible that somebody
decided he wasn't straight.

Now, he is toes up now.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

Well, what I want is...

I want you to be heads up.

So do I.

Thanks.

Oh, and, uh, this time,

I'm asking you,
don't get a haircut.

No kidding.

Do you have headaches?

No.

Dizzy spells?

No.

Vomiting? Nausea?

No, no, no, I'm all right,

I mean, there's
nothing wrong with me.

One of us seems
to be a bit confused.

- You do know I'm a doctor.
- Yeah, yeah, I know,

but that's not what I'm
here to see you about.

See, I got into town
yesterday, you know.

I'm pretty broke.

Well, I had an okay job
up in Canada, but I lost it.

See, the thing is I
don't know anybody.

If I could just find some
other guys in the same boat,

you know, maybe they could
help me until I got squared away.

That's all very
interesting, Mr. Murdock,

but I'm still not sure
why you came to me.

I need help.

I can see that.

How about Traveler's Aid
or one of the city agencies?

I'm a doctor.

Right. Benjamin Blakely.

- That's me.
- Right.

And how did you get my name?

Zahn. Bobby Zahn.

Zahn?

Yeah. See, I'm on the run, too.

I'm a resister, and
Zahn, he was a deserter.

And I was in Toronto, I don't
know, a couple of weeks ago,

and I told him I was going to
try and make it in the States,

and he gave me your name
and told me you could turn me on

to some of the guys down here.

Well, he told you wrong.

I don't know anybody named Zahn.

Oh, Doc, come on.
Don't shut me out, Doc.

I certainly don't know the
people you're trying to locate.

Just give me a break. Come on.

I heard you were okay.

Guess I heard wrong.

Thanks for nothing.

Miss Collins, would you get
me that young man's address?

Thank you.

I don't like him.

Well, he's been in Canada.

What makes you think that?

There was a book of matches
from some bar and grill in Vancouver

and a sweater he got in Toronto.

He doesn't have a letter.

How come he
doesn't have a letter.

I don't know.

But sometimes you
have to take a chance.

Yeah? Why?

Come on, Vale.
How would you like it?

How would you like it if
he turned out to be a fed?

♪♪

♪♪

Can you tell me
anything about this boy?

The kind of kid he was?
Was he ever in trouble?

I'm sorry.

They're all just names
on a card after a while.

What about his teachers?

Well, that's possible.

Here we are, Robert E. Zahn.

Class of '67. Homeroom
teacher, Miss Paulson.

Yes, if anyone would
remember him, she would.

I'd like to meet her.

Well, she's left us.
Retired about 1970.

Do you happen to
have an address on her?

I'm sure we do.

Miss Granucci, would you
help the Lieutenant please?

I appreciate that, Mr. Denker.

♪♪

- Mrs. Paulsen?
- Yes?

Lieutenant Stone, San
Francisco Police Department.

I'd like to talk to you about
one of your former pupils,

Robert Zahn.

Well, I don't think

I want to talk to you
about Robert, Lieutenant.

If he's in trouble
with the government,

that's his business, not mine.

Well, I'm afraid it's more than
trouble... he's been murdered.

Looks all right so far.

He could be wired.

So we'll have a look.

How did it go?

He didn't talk to anyone.

How you doing? I'm Murdock.

Murphy? Stone.

Have you heard from Keller?

What time have you got?

Yeah, every two hours.

Okay, I'll keep in touch.

Listen, Murdock, we
don't know who you are.

I mean, you could be anybody.

Right.

See, uh, when someone from
the outside gets in touch with us,

well, they usually have
this letter of introduction,

something we could check out.

Yeah, well, I've never
been into the, you know,

the "exile community" thing.

You were somewhere, brother.

Sure, I've been a lot of places.

I was in Red Deer, Winnipeg,

even Glace Bay,
up in Nova Scotia.

You name it, I
probably washed dishes

or cut timber or something.

- Where were you drafted?
- Pennsylvania.

Only I never took the step.

I just caught the first
bus heading north.

How come you're here? I
mean, you know, here with us?

Yeah, I guess that's what
we really want to know.

Right, right. Well, I was in
Toronto about two weeks ago,

and I stopped by the committee
to see if there's anything new

about amnesty, and I got talking
with this deserter, Bobby Zahn.

Any of you guys know him?

Anyway, he told
me he was gonna try

to and make it in San Francisco.
You know, underground.

And I said, "How
do you do that?"

And he told me about this
guy Blakely, Dr. Blakely.

That still don't
answer the question.

- Why I'm here?
- Right.

Well, right now,
man, I wish I knew.

I left Toronto, I was
heading west, you know,

and I couldn't get a job.

I had my thumb out, and
I started thinking about it.

Why not? Why
don't I give it a try?

And now I'm here.

Murdock, come here.

It's possible.

Yeah, man, but
he's not too bright.

He's here, isn't he?

Let me ask you a question.

How do we know that
you're not an agent?

You gonna throw
me over just in case?

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Well, this is it.

Is it okay to take
this thing off?

Sure.

Aw, man.

Welcome to the home
for wayward boys.

Well, thank you.

Whose place is this?

Belongs to Harris.

What, you own it?

Yeah. You can just
dump your gear in

one of the empty
rooms, all right?

Show him around.

Hey, thank you. Thanks a lot.

This is Canford, Vale,

and I'm Powers.
We go by last names.

So much for the formalities.

Let's grab a beer.

So now you know who's
the officer and the gentleman

- in the crowd.
- Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thanks a lot.

Listen, uh, what
happened to Harris's leg?

He got shot.

Where?

In 'Nam. Where else?

Yeah, he don't like to
talk about it, you know.

He must have gotten a discharge.

Oh, yeah, he's not hiding out.

He just, he just
lets us crash here

until we get papers, a job...

a place to live, like that.

Hmm. That's pretty nice.

All right, rules of the house.

Number one: no free
rides; everybody helps out.

That's fine by me.

Number two:

there's a telephone in there.

Uh, maybe it's bugged,
maybe not; nobody knows.

You want to make a phone call,

you go down to the gas
station to make a phone call.

Okay.

Except you have
nobody to call, right?

I guess not. No.

Hey, now,

what's happening here?

- You must be the new guy.
- Yeah.

This is Bennett. Murdock.

- Hey, now.
- Hi.

Hey, uh, you a Memphis boy?

- No.
- Shoot.

I ain't talked to nobody
from down home for so long.

We had some real nice
times down there. Real nice.

Sorry. Wish I could help you.

I don't know what I'm
doing here anyway.

Chumping myself.

Why don't you go home?

Tried that.

My mama called the FBI

and told them to
come and get me.

You ready for that?

My own sweet little mama.

Yeah, I guess we're
all in the same boat

one way or the other, huh?

- I'll see you guys later.
- Yeah, later.

- Yeah.
- Yep.

- Hello.
- Oh, you're the new one.

Hey, you know where I could
find a spare bed around here?

Yeah, I guess so.

I think there's one upstairs.

I just work here.

I'm Murdock.

Oh. Where you from?

Originally?

Mm-hmm.

Back east.

Oh.

Originally back east.

That covers a lot of ground.

Well, if I was to tell you I was
from Coatesville, Pennsylvania,

know where that is?

Are you kidding me?

Coatesville, Pennsylvania!

And here I thought I
was so well traveled.

If I said I lived
on Blicker Street,

played third base for
Union High School,

you wouldn't know if I was
lying or not now, would you?

No, but I could
probably find out.

Be my guest.

What are you so angry about?

I've been ducking
questions for five years.

Now all of a sudden, I'm
supposed to open my mouth

to a whole bunch of
strangers I've never seen.

"Where have you been? Where
are you from? What are you doing?"

I don't need that.

Hey, peace.

Forget it.

What are you? A... a deserter?

No. I'm an evader.

What are you?

I'm... a writer.

Cook.

Listener.

A friend of Ron's.

Ron, uh, Ron Harris.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, sounds like
a busy schedule.

This sure is a nice
farm. Where are we?

That's not on the schedule.

You'll have to ask
somebody else.

Well, it sure is nice to know
I instill so much confidence.

See you later.

Okay.

Nobody touched it.

Did I talk to you about Murdock?

- I guess you did.
- What time did he check out?

Well, this afternoon sometime.

Time? What time?

Well... 1:00.

Maybe 2:00.

Get the key; I want
to see his room.

Yeah, I got the key right here.

- That's it.
- Come on.

Follow me, huh?

Oh, man, it's
gonna be a hot one.

Yeah, sure is.

Hey, you must be
in pretty good shape,

cutting all that timber
in Canada, huh?

Remember that guy
Zahn I told you about,

I met him up in Toronto?

Yeah. What about him?

Well, he said he's coming
down to San Francisco.

Just wondering if he made it.

Why?

Hey, he was a nice guy.

Well, I wouldn't know.

I never seen him.

Didn't see Harris this morning.

Uh-huh.

He went into town.

What'd he have, a
doctor's appointment?

Yeah.

What about this fellow, Zahn?

The one who's
supposed to know him.

Does he or doesn't he?

We don't know; Zahn
never showed up.

What do you mean? He was
here; I called you about him.

And we fixed it up so we'd
meet, but he never came.

So you don't know if
the new man's legitimate

or an infiltrator.

I can't say that makes
me feel very secure.

Well, here...

Murdock used this yesterday.

I made sure nobody touched it.

It's got his fingerprints on it.

So?

Well, I thought maybe you
could have that friend of yours

lift the prints and
check them out.

What'll I say? How am
I going to explain that?

Doc, it's in a
good cause, right?

You mean our necks.

No, I mean if this guy
is who he says he is,

we don't want to lose him.

You must have felt the same
way; you wouldn't have called.

Yeah, I know.

Okay?

I'll try.

Did he ever tell you
why he deserted?

He wasn't the only one you know.

There were half
a million others.

I thought the most we ever had
over there was a half a million.

They didn't all quit.

I believe that figure is for
all U.S. forces overseas

since 1964.

All right.

There are a lot of young men

who chose the same
way Robert Zahn did.

But there are a lot
more... Many, many more...

Who didn't choose that way.

My country, right or wrong.

- You think that's foolish.
- You don't?

Well... I... I think
it's a good country.

And speaking for myself,

it may be the best,

because I think we have a
pretty good system of laws.

And laws should
never be changed, huh?

I didn't say that, did I?

The bad ones and
the outdated ones,

of course they
should be changed.

And I think they should
be challenged, but...

if you're going to break a law,

a law that is still in effect,

well, then you better be able
to take the consequences.

Bob knew the consequences.

I'm sure he did.

Miss Hollander, I don't want
to argue with you about the war.

Robert Zahn had a
very good service record.

He was decorated.
He was promoted.

And then all of a sudden,
something happened.

Something happened
that made him turn around...

Completely around.

Now he wrote a letter to an
old schoolteacher friend of his,

telling him what happened.

But it was all kind of general.

I thought maybe he
had written to you,

and to you, he was...
a little more specific.

That's all I'm asking.

Let's say that he did.

How would that help you
find out who killed him?

I don't know. I'm just
trying to fill in the blanks.

If it happened to be
a chance encounter,

well, then it doesn't matter
how many blanks I fill in, does it?

But if somebody
wanted him dead...

I'd like to know why.

Wouldn't you?

This letter was written
on August 23, 1969.

Bob was in Hong Kong
for rest and rehabilitation.

"Dear Kathy.

"I think maybe I'm insane.

"If I'm not, somebody is.

"I wonder whether anybody
knows what this war is doing

"to some of us
who have to fight it.

"Something happened
that I have to tell you about.

"Because if I don't, I know

"I'll stop believing
it really happened.

"We were going to go out
on a patrol to locate the VC.

"We knew they
were waiting to hit us,

"and nobody liked the idea.

"The lieutenant passed
the order to start moving,

"and a guy in my squad,
a guy named Randall,

"pulled the pin on a grenade
and rolled it up behind him.

"Just like that...

"pulled the pin and killed him.

"I was the only one who saw it,

"and I think the guy
would have killed me, too,

"except that the explosion
gave away our position,

"and the VC opened up on us.

"When the firing stopped,
Randall was gone.

"I never saw him again.

"I put him on report;
that's all I could do.

"But I wonder what it means

"when life gets so cheap
that we can kill each other

"just as easy as we
can kill the enemy.

"I wonder if that is
happening to me.

"If it is,

"and if I don't do
something about it,

does that make me insane?"

The next time I heard
from him, he was in Canada.

Uh, may I use your phone?

Help yourself.

This is a police call.

I'd like long distance

to the United States Marine
Corps Base at Camp Pendleton.

Oceanside, California.

Whoo.

What I want to know is,
why is Vale so uptight?

Oh, he's all right.

He spent a lot of time in 'Nam,
and I guess he had a rough time.

Wonder if Bobby
Zahn ever made it.

Hey, was... wasn't he that guy
who made contact last week?

- I think that was Zahn.
- Yeah.

Any of you guys want
anything from the store?

Hey, get me a Hershey bar.

A fat woman with money.

Wait a minute. I'll
give you a hand.

Murdock!

Murdock!

Hey, where's Murdock going?

To the store.

Okay.

Listen, why don't I
go fill it up with gas.

I'll meet you back here.

Okay, fine. Just tell
Jonas to put it on the bill.

Anybody here?

No, no, there's no
number on this thing.

But there's a general store
called Peterson's on Alsford.

Right across the street's
a one-pumper station.

So, I don't know, maybe
40, 50 minutes out of town,

probably between
you and Modesto.

Say, that's an awful
lot of real estate.

Listen, this is
what I picked up.

A Marine in Zahn's
outfit fragged a lieutenant.

Zahn was the only witness.

The guy's name
who did it is Randall.

Now, I've got the
Marine Corps looking up

his service record
and his description.

Okay, I'll check it out.

Wait a minute,
hold on one second.

Hey, Mister!

Where are we?

Where is this place?

Listen, I got trouble.

I'll have to call you
when I can. Bye.

Hey, what are you doing, man?

Well, you told me
to use that phone.

Yeah, I thought you said
you didn't know anybody.

- I remembered a chick.
- Where, from Canada?

I don't have to answer
all your questions.

My tail is tied
to yours, brother.

Now, you been asking a
lot of questions around here,

about time you answer some.

Yeah? And you just back off.

Vale!

Looks like, all of a sudden, he
remembered some old friends.

There's only one way
they could have found him.

You told them.

And I want you to
tell me where he is.

I'm going to call my lawyer.

Yeah, you do that.

But you listen to me.

This has nothing
to do with politics.

It has nothing to do
with the Vietnam War,

whether it's right or
whether it's wrong.

This has to do with a cop!

And if anything
happens to that cop,

if he is killed or
hurt in any way,

I promise you, you're
going to be the fall guy.

Now, go on, call.

You really think he's in danger?

Did you ever hear of a
kid named Robert Zahn?

Yes, he was here a
few days ago. Why?

He's been murdered.

And we think one of your
good friends pulled the trigger.

- I think he's an agent.
- That's your problem.

Yeah? Well, I got the
answer to it right here.

Hey, now, hey! Come on, man.

- You don't need that.
- Put it away, pal.

- He's lying!
- Let's hear some answers, man.

Or what?

You gonna kill me like you
did Zahn and that lieutenant?

What are you talking about?

Bad news, Vale.

Or is it Randall?

Either way, if you kill me now,

you're gonna have to
kill every person here.

How do you know
that Zahn was killed?

Because I saw the body!

He was shot to death last
Wednesday after he made contact.

And the bullet came
from a Russian automatic,

probably that gun right there.

He's a cop, man!

Later for this, man.

Hold it! Hold it!

What do you mean, "hold it"!

I'm looking at five
years in the joint.

Now, let's take it easy!

Let's cool out!

Now, let's put it together.

Now, how about it?

Are you an agent?

No, I'm not FBI, I'm
not military intelligence.

Like the man said,
I'm just a cop, okay?

And I'm on a murder case.

You got that? A murder case.

Oh, yeah, I believe that.

It doesn't make any difference.

It's him or us.

Well, isn't it?

I mean, how else
do we get out of this?

I don't believe
this whole thing.

What are you?

I thought you were supposed
to stand for something.

But what is it?

Killing?

Get him before he gets you?

You could have had all
that you wanted in Vietnam

and been heroes for it now,
if that's all you cared about.

I thought you were
supposed to be different.

Hey.

Look, I realize I'm not
exactly a neutral observer,

but you guys have been
on the run for a long time,

getting dumped, spit on.

And for what? So
you can kill me now?

Come on.

Randall, we're going to go in.

Name's Vale!

Now, I've never killed anybody!

I don't know anything
about this guy Zahn!

I'll take it.

Whose gun is it?

It's mine.

Picked it up in 'Nam.

And you picked up Zahn?

That's right.

What happened?

I went to meet him,
he didn't show up.

No, he showed.

Yeah, he showed just like me.

And you left him, Harris,
just where we found him.

Were you there?

No, and I wasn't
in 'Nam, either.

Maybe that's why
I don't understand

how you could
kill your own kind.

Give me the gun.

Hey, look, you got anything
to do with this Zahn?

That's right, Zahn saw this
guy frag his own lieutenant.

Shut up!

You have got no
right to judge me.

I'm not judging you.

They are.

We were looking
right into an ambush.

There was this lieutenant...

Grayson was his name.

A real gungie.

He could have let us hole up.

He could have let us
hole up and then pull back,

but that wasn't
his style, you see.

With my life, he was
bucking for tracks.

He passed the order to move out,

I figured it was either
him or me, so I...

Afterwards, they started
opening up on us, you see?

So I started to run.

I ran until I came on
this guy, uh, Harris.

Ron Harris.

He was dead, so I
took his tags, that's all.

It was then that I
stepped on that mine.

I was out there for three days

before they picked
up what was left of me.

And Zahn was the
only guy who saw it.

That's right.

But I figured him for dead.

Well, what would
you have done, huh?

The same thing, right?

Okay.

Okay, I understand.

I don't.

I don't understand.

If you could do all that...

why this?

Guilt.

Maybe.

All right, you guys
are on your own.

You coming?

Vale, give me the gun.

No!

You can have him, man.

Not with this.

Okay.

Oh, please let him go!

I mean, it's all over, isn't it?

You want to tell Bob
Zahn that, or his family?

Any of you want
to tell them that?

Get out of there, Randall!

♪♪

Harris, stop the thing!

Stop the... truck!

Harris!

Thanks.

The war's over.

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Yeah, you, too, babe, unless
you want to go with him.

Gun's in the shed.

Peace, brother.

Was he the only one in it?

Yeah.

Is that the gun he used?

Uh-huh.

The others skipped?

Well, there were more
of them than were of me.

How'd you find this place?

Oh...

The doctor.

Is he going to face charges?

Oh, no, that's for the Bureau.

We tell them everything we know.

I'm in Homicide, remember?

That, uh, other war, that's
for a different department.

Oh.