[Firearm Cocking]
- Oh, man. - Man, what's takin' you so long?
- It's cold as a motherfucker out here. - I had to get the last stop.
- Quiet, punk. - Come on, man. I'm freezin' my fuckin' nuts out here.
- Mush, mother, mush! - [Laughing]
?? [Radio]
- Ant, Juanita give you some of that pussy yet? - Oh, get out of here, man.
What? Man, I thought we was homies, man. I'm just askin'.
Why you gotta be askin' me all that? I mean...
Look, I'm just lookin' out for you.
All I'm sayin', man, fine as she is, she should be giving you something.
I bet you ain't even smelled the pussy, eh?
You two realize that soon we're gonna be out of school, right?
- Ohh, sure. - After four long years of that shit.
I can't fuckin' wait to get out. That's all I been thinkin' about, man.
You know? I just been thinkin' about what I'm gonna do afterwards, right?
You know, I can dig some travelling.
You sound like you rich or somethin'.
Hear this nigger? He ain't even got a fuckin' job!
- I know. - You better take your ass off to college, man.
I'm tellin' you. Uncle Sam grab your ass like they gonna do this stupid motherfucker.
- Oh, bullshit, Skip, man. Ain't nobody gonna grab me. - Jose.
A recruiter can see your dumb ass a mile away. Look at you.
You a recruiter's dream. You a 1-A.
A one-way ticket to motherfuckin' Vietnam if I ever saw one.
That's why I'm goin' to Hunter College. You goddamn right.
I ain't fightin' no white man's war. Shit.
Them Vietcongs, chongs, whatever the fuck, ain't done shit to me.
I don't even know them motherfuckers, man.
I ain't afraid of no war.
What the fuck you been smokin'?
Y'all might think I'm crazy, but...
I just wanna do somethin' that's different.
Yeah, well, gettin' your fuckin' head blown off is different.
Ha-ha! Hey, man, turn that shit down. And slow this motherfucker down.
- Ain't nobody in a hurry to go to school. - Man, leave that shit up.
?? [Radio Continues]
[Skip] You know I fucked Monica, right? Her mama came in, caught us the other day.
- Came in, seen my dick, jumped in the bed too. - Later, you chump suckers.
- [Skip] Oh, fuck you. - Yo' mama.
- Jivin' around. Get your dumb ass back in the truck. - For you, Anthony, right here.
Close this motherfuckin' door. It's cold as hell out here. Get your nasty ass in.
Oh, hey. How you doin'?
You up kinda early.
Um, I heard your truck.
Seems like you hear my truck every mornin'.
Well, uh, morning is the best time to study, so...
You should, uh, try workin' on your first boyfriend.
I'm too busy studyin' to be worryin' about boys.
Your sister up?
- Uh, Sleeping Beauty? - Yeah.
Look, uh, tell her I said hey. See ya.
- Mornin', Anthony. - Oh, hey.
- I thought you were sleeping. - You woke me up.
- Uh, so you goin' to school today? - Mmm.
I could lay in bed all mornin'.
Ohh. See, now... Now that'd be real nice.
- Don't even think about it. - Well, look, uh...
I'm gonna get on out of here. I'll talk to you later.
- Okay. - See ya.
? Keep on pushin'?
- ? Keep on pushin'? - [Man Calling, Indistinct]
- I'll be down there later on. - ? You got to keep on pushin'?
? Mmm?
? I can't stop now...??
Hard shoe. Come here, hard shoe. Come here, man.
- What's up? What's up? - Listen, I want you to tell Kirby I want 645.
- Straight now. Listen, and, uh... We've been rollin' here. - Straight.
- Come on, man. I ain't got time. Let me get the money. - I want you to be back here...
- Tonight with my money, you little motherfucker. - Man, straighten your hat out.
What's goin' on, baby? All right, Cat Daddy. All right.
- Hey, Anthony. How you doin'? - Hey.
You know you brought me luck the other day, so look, ten of that's for you.
- [Man] See? Now that's how it go. - Hey, now.
- I'm gonna use the same number too. - Don't forget me, man.
- What's goin' on? Hey, what's goin' on? - ? She belongs to my baby?
- Hey there, Jellybean. What's goin' on? - ?? [Singing Continues]
?? [Saxophone, R&B]
[Billiard Balls Clacking]
All right.
Hey, what's goin' on? How you feelin'? Kirby back there?
[Men Murmuring, Indistinct]
- Get that shot. Get that shot. - All right, thanks, youngblood.
Hey, Peanut. What's goin' on? What's up there?
[Buzzer]
Blood.
[Buzzer]
- Come on, come on, - Kirby's back there in the back, man.
- Put that in Brooklyn and get hold of that fuckin' Spyder. - Yeah.
- Hey, kid. - [Man] Aw, man, take... [Indistinct]
- Here's the numbers. - [Radio Broadcast, Indistinct]
- Cash. - [Phone Ringing]
- Here it is. - [Popeye On TV, Indistinct]
- [Man] We got five. - [Olive Oyl] Hubba, hubba!
- Whoo! - Ain't you supposed to be duck huntin' with your daddy?
Oh, yeah. We gonna go next weekend.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, man, Kirby.
Made me miss my shot.
[Kirby] You know these motherfuckers down South.
I wonder if half the time they believe what they be sayin'.
What's a nigger gonna do?
We got blood in this land from slaves. Been to war. Spilt our blood.
Shit, I been to war. I spilt blood.
[Anthony] Ha! That's right. Tell 'em, Kirby.
You over there fightin' in Korea.
That's how I got this plastic-ass leg. Nicky, fix me a drink.
[Kirby] Ko-motherfuckin'-rea.
Damn! Mmm!
- ? Never gonna give you up?? - [Kirby] That's why I had to leave that whole thing.
'Cause if I'd have still been there, I'd have killed me a motherfucker.
[Nicky] Man, shit ain't gonna change. What make you think shit gonna change?
Nigger, what's your little narrow ass doin' up in here, man?
Leave that boy alone and let him shoot.
Aw, Kirby, man, you know he too goddam young to be up in here, man.
He can outshoot you.
Oh, shit.
Oh, I know you out your motherfuckin' mind, man.
- [Chuckles] - Put your money where your mouth is.
I take your money. Rack 'em, boy.
- ? Uh-huh, uh-uh? - Watch this.
? I got the feelin'?
? Baby, baby I got the feelin'?
- [Anthony] Yes! - ? You don't know?
- [Muttering] - You got my two dollars?
- Game ain't over yet, man. - ? What you do to me??
[Anthony] Got the eight ball, corner pocket.
Oh, man! Damn! [Slams Cue Stick]
Come on.
Don't run out of here without payin' me after that boy whup you.
Yeah, at least I will run out of this, motherfucker.
People that owe me money don't pay me, I can take care of them.
Man, will you get the fuck off my motherfuckin' table, please?
Chicken-haired motherfucker.
Ain't no goddam business bein' here in the first place.
Ooh, missed it by that much.
- [Anthony] Cleanup time. - Hey now, you don't never play with me.
Eight ball, corner pocket.
Oh! Yes! Game.
[Claps Hands, Chuckles]
Hey, that's a good game, Cowboy.
You're a lucky motherfucker, you know that?
Aw. [Laughing] I wouldn't say luck, but you know.
- Just know how to play a little bit. - Here's the money.
Give that to Kirby.
All right.
Wait. This is two dollars.
See, uh, you bet me, so that means, uh, you owe me some money too.
Man, fuck you.
Why you gotta cheat?
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to, man?
You know what? I'm gonna tell everybody around here...
when it comes to playin' pool, Cowboy likes to cheat.
- Nigger, I'll kick your little monkey ass, man. - Oh, man.
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth, man.
I oughta cut you.
Little motherfucker. Yeah.
It hurt, don't it? [Laughing]
What the fuck? What the fuck are you doin'?
- [Kirby Muttering] - [Cowboy] Get the fuck off of me, man.
- Kirby, what the fuck you doin', man? - What the fuck are you doin'?
- Get out of here. Get on out of here! - You a bad motherfucker!
- And don't you come back in here unless you come correct. - [Cowboy] Fuck you!
[Door Slamming]
[Muttering]
- You all right, kid? - Oh, yeah. Just a little cut, you know?
It's all right.
Yep. You do a real good job for me with them numbers.
Well, you know, I try.
But, uh, you better be cool. Don't let your mom and pop find out.
Oh, no way. I won't do that.
It's for you.
Oh, man. Whoa!
Oh-ho! Hey, thanks, Kirby.
Ain't nothin' to thank me for. You earned it.
Ohh. Twenties.
Hey, kid. You wanna take a little run with me?
Yeah. I'll take a little run with you.
[Horns Honking]
- [Radio] You want to be one of the boys? - Say, Kirby, where we goin'?
- The marines are looking for a few good men. - Like I told you.
- Just a little run. - A run. Okay.
All right.
- Wanna drive, kid? - Who, me?
No, not "me." You, motherfucker.
- Well, Kirby, I don't have my licence yet. - Oh, shit.
- Fuck the dumb shit. You wanna drive or what? - Yeah. L-I'll drive. Yeah.
[Horn Honking]
- Pull over here. - All right.
Come on. Come on.
[Anthony] What you call her? Nellie? Come on, Nellie.
[Kirby] I call this bitch whatever I want to.
[Siren Wailing]
Listen here. Keep that motre runnin'.
- I'll just be a minute, hear? - Yeah, all right.
?? [Radio Plays]
[Stations Changing]
?? [Upbeat]
- [Kirby] I told you to stop messin' with my gold. - [Man] Wait a minute!
How many times I gotta tell you?
[Woman Screaming]
I ain't no motherfuckin' play toy! I'll kick your ass.
Get the fuck up.
You get the fuck up off of Spyder!
- Whoa. - You got more heart than your punk-ass old man. Come here.
- [Men Yelling] - Oh, man! Kirby!
Oh! What the... Give me my fuckin' leg!
You stupid son-of-a-bitch. You grabbed the wrong leg, you stupid cocksucker. Come here.
- Get on back in here now, Spyder. - [Kirby] You asshole.
- I want my motherfuckin' money, hear? Now! - Easy, Kirby. Easy, man.
Dumb son of a... Give me my fuckin' leg, you stupid cocksucker.
I'll fuck you up!
[Man] Get on back down there.
? I got 15 miles to go now?
- Come on. Come on! - ? I can hear my baby callin' my name?
- Floor this motherfucker. - ?? [Music Continues, Indistinct]
Floor it.
? Now I'll be so glad to see my baby?
? And hold her in my arms one more time?
? Huh Now when I kiss her lips?
- ? I'll turn a backward flip? - [Kirby] You did good, kid.
You almost as good a getaway driver as me.
- Uh, thanks. - ? Just keep on walkin'?
- Say, uh, so you were a getaway driver, huh? - ? Walk on...??
[Coughing]
Son of a bitch.
- What? What's wrong? - I oughta go back there and kill that bastard.
- Why? What happened? - Motherfucker made me lose a whole pack of cigarettes.
A pack of cigarettes?
I thought maybe you should be worried about your leg or somethin'.
- Well, that's just funny to you, huh? - No, no, it's not funny.
I tell you what. The next time a motherfucker grabs me by the wrong leg,
I'm gonna use it to kick his ass between his shoulder blades.
- [Both Laughing] - Hey, man, you really did that sucker.
Yeah, everybody in town know I got one leg, and that motherfucker grab the wrong one.
Me and Kirby, baby. Yeah.
[Laughter]
This is wonderful news, Edward.
- Thank you. - [Mother] All right, all right.
You see, Anthony?
You be thankful you can go to City College on the financial aid programme.
Yeah, in four years, you can be just like me.
Just like you. [Laughing]
You can graduate and maybe even go to graduate school too.
Well, I'll tell y'all one thing. My mama sure would've been proud.
Never would've believed I got two college graduates.
You think about what you're gonna major in, baby?
Uh, the Marine Corps. Dad, could you pass the salt?
What'd you say?
Ahem. Thanks.
I said the, uh, Marine Corps. I'm... I'm joinin'.
- Marine Corps? - Yeah.
[Brother] Now that's original.
What you talkin' about, Anthony?
I'm talkin' about I wanna do somethin' else.
I don't wanna go to college.
I'm sick of school.
I mean... I don't know why everybody got this strange look on their face.
It's my life.
Yeah. It's your life.
Looks like to me you're tryin' to ruin it, baby.
You're an idiot. You know that?
Man, I don't wanna go to college. I'm just not ready for no college.
You always said the marines and fightin' over in Korea made a man out of you.
I figure I be, you know, livin' my own life.
I'll talk to your mama.
[Kids Chattering]
? When your baby and you are tight?
? And everything is right and you is mellow?
Here you go. Drink some wine.
? You keep everything all right?
? And you know that you're the only fellow?
? Ain't that a groove?
? Ain't that a groove Ah?
- ? Ain't that a groove? - [Retching]
- Told your little ass you couldn't drink with me. - ? Ain't that a groove?
- ? Now lookee here, fella? - Yeah. Whoa!
? Girls like to be in the mood?
- ? Whenever they think their man is yellow? - Whoo!
- ? Hit me, baby? - Yeah!
- ? You'll fight real hard...?? - Say, Skeeter, I still can't believe you graduated, man.
- [Laughing] - Man, shut up.
Glad we out of school, man. I'm sick of these stupid-ass brothers.
I'm 'bout to get my pimp thing on started.
You know I got so many ho's now, man, I gotta get an assistant pimp...
just to keepin' track of 'em, you know, make sure they on the right streets and shit.
Say, Skippy, why... why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man? What's happenin'?
'Cause it's real, man. I'm a pimp. Pimpin' run in my family.
My great-great-granddaddy was a slave, and he was a pimp.
He used to have ho's pick his cotton in the field. He didn't have to do shit.
- Ha! - You better be careful, man.
- You're gonna catch something, Skip. Watch. - That's all right, motherfucker.
I was born by the pussy; I'll die by the pussy. Don't worry about what the fuck I do.
Hey, Skip, you believe in superstition?
Hell, no.
Well, you should, man. Your stupid-ass jinxed me.
- What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? - Uncle Sam, man.
- Dropped a motherfuckin' 1-A on me. - [Laughing]
- I told you, didn't I? Didn't I tell you? - Hey, when did that happen?
- Last week, Anthony, man. - Yeah, right, mother. Pass the joint.
- Anthony, man. - What?
You know that, uh, that me and Marisol, we tight, man.
Yeah, man, y'all are... Y'all pretty down.
[Jose] You would say I love her?
I could say that you love her, man.
- I'm thinkin' about marrying her, man. - Oh, wait a minute.
- Hey, don't do that shit. - Hey, man, now you might be goin' a little too fast now.
Hey, I love her, man, and did you see how she looks today at that party, man?
- [Anthony] Aw, she looks good enough to marry. - I'm glad to hear you want me.
- What you over here talkin' about, Anthony? - Why you standin' over here?
- Shut up, Skippy. - Shut up.
Anthony, I know you ain't gonna stay over here talkin' to Skip while my song's playin'.
Mmm. Not if they expect to be with us tonight.
- Look, we're gonna have to cut on out, bro. - Uh, yeah.
- Man, where y'all goin'? - Uh, we gonna go hang on out.
- Look it. Have some chicken. - I thought we was hangin', man.
- Have some chicken, man. - I told you 'bout them broads, old punk-ass.
And anyway, Skip, Brenda lookin' for you.
I don't give a fuck. You tell her I'm at where I at and I'll be where I be.
Motherfuckin' pimp. I gotta go every ho want me to be, I be confused.
Motherfucker. Tell her don't make me hurt my hand again.
? If you want a do-right all-day?
? Woman?
- [Backup]? Woman? - ? You gotta be a do-right?
? Do-right?
- ? All-night man?? - Jose.
I love you.
I love you, too, mama.
If you give my pussy away to somebody else when I'm gone,
I'm gonna come back and blow that motherfucker up.
I got this itch I need to be scratched.
S-S-S-S-So you're sayin' that y-your, your mama...
is workin' the night shift tonight?
Mm-hmm. And you know what else?
You can scratch it all night long if you want to.
- You know I'm the nigger. I'm the nigger. You know I'm the nigger. - Mm-hmm.
You swear Big Bertha won't get off work early?
She's not gonna get off from work early.
- You scared? - No, I ain't scared. I just don't want...
You act like you're scared. Come on. Shut up.
- Wh-Where Delilah at? - She in her room. Come on!
- ? Say it loud? - [Backup Singers] ? I'm black and I'm proud?
- Get out. - ? Say it loud?
- Go to your own room. - ? I'm black and I'm proud?
- ? Say it loud, Oh? - ? I'm black and I'm proud??
? Once upon a time I almost lost my mind?
? I was lonely?
Mmm.
? So lonely??
[Gasping]
Oh, Juanita. Look, it's okay.
It's all right. It's okay.
Okay. Okay.
- Let me get your bra. - Okay.
Ow. Just unhook it. Just unhook the...
- I can't. - I'll get it. I'll do it.
- Okay. Okay. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Don't peek. Don't look at... Don't look at me. Okay.
Okay.
- Oh! - What?
That's not it. Up, up, up, up. Higher. Ow.
That's too high. Wait. Down, down.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Right there? Okay.
- Okay. Okay. - All right.
Uh, wait.
Okay.
Easy. Ow!
Ah!
[Gasping]
[Headboard Banging]
[Banging Continues, Anthony Grunting]
[Juanita Gasping]
- Oh, brother! - [Anthony] Oh! Oh, shit.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[Shuddering] Oh, shit.
- Okay. - [Gasping] Baby.
You know, Marisol and Jose going down to city hall tomorrow.
Oh, yeah? What for?
To get married.
- Is that right? - What you think about that?
Nothin', I guess.
So I guess you don't want me to wait for you either.
[Sighs] Look, Juanita, I didn't say that.
So you gonna marry me when you get back?
I mean, if you ain't got somebody else.
I don't want nobody else.
Juanita, have you ever thought maybe...
maybe I might get hurt out there and never come back?
You know, I don't want you waitin' for nothin'.
You not scared of losing me?
I didn't say that either.
I'm scared of losin' you.
So do you think we could probably do it one more time before I go?
Uh-huh.
[Juanita Gasping, Headboard Banging]
Oh, no.
- It's Ma! - Shh! But it's just 6:30!
- She just pulled up. - Well, go stall her. And close my door!
Oh, shoot!
- I shouldn't have never messed around with you in the first place. - Right.
- You know Bertha gonna kill us. - Wait a minute.
- Nuh-uh, ain't gonna wait a minute. Would you move? - Wait a minute!
[Delilah] Come on. Let me help you with them packages.
- [Bertha] Delilah! - I got it.
Girl, you got my good groceries all on the ground.
Pick those up! [Banging]
Since I work, the least you girls could do is keep this place clean.
You know I'm gonna wait for you, Anthony.
Juanita, I gotta go.
I gotta go, Juanita.
- [Tyres Squealing] - [Man] Nigger, get out of my yard!
Fuck you!
[Tyres Squealing, Dog Barking]
Shut up!
[Radio Transmission] What's your status? Over.
[Gunfire]
[Soldiers Yelling, Indistinct]
Move it! Move it!
Shit.
Head for the rally point! Get back to the rally point!
- [Explosion] - Get the fuck outta here!
Go! Forward!
Let's go! Pick it up! Pick it up! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Move! Move! Let's go!
- [Gunfire] - Load 'em up! Load 'em up!
[Gunfire]
Oh, fuck! I'm out of ammo!
- Devaughn! Cover me! - Stay down!
[Gunfire]
- I got him. Hurry up! - [Mortar Whistling]
- [Screaming] - Don't check out on us, Martin.
- You're all right. You're gonna be all right. - I got him!
- Cover fire! - [Gunfire]
- You'll be all right. - Goddamn it! They got us pinned down!
We'll never make the rally point!
Dugan!
You think it's time we get these fucking dinks off our asses? Huh?
- Relax. - Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
- [Yelling] - Radio, up!
God don't like dinks.
- How's he doin', Curtis? - Hey, man, thanks.
- Thanks for not leavin' me, man. - Shh.
- Where the fuck is that radio? Get that radio up here! - [Anthony] No, no, no, no.
- [Soldier] Radio comin' around! Radio comin'! - Get that cover fire, Ferguson.
- You wanna die, boy? - [Soldier] Lieutenant, arty freak.
Sir, sir! Lieutenant! Arty freak!
- Over here! - Hammerhead, hammerhead.
Recon Cobra. Emergency fire mission. Over.
- [Groaning] - Hold on, brother. Come on.
Come on, come on. You gonna make it, dude. You only got a little longer.
- You gonna make it. - [Lt. Dugan] Grid five, seven, one-niner.
- Tell Mama... - [Radio Operator] Three, eight.
No, no. I don't... [Indistinct]
[Mortar Whistling, Explosion]
Gooks in the bush. Request firecracker salvo. Will adjust.
How copy? Over.
[Radio Transmission] Roger. Solid copy. Firecracker shot out.
[Soldier] Incoming!
Down! Down! Down!
Curtis, get down! Curtis, get down!
Out-fucking-standing job.
Saddle up. Let's get to the rally point, take that whirlybird home.
- We got some beer to drink. - We goin' to the rally point now?
The mission's been compromised. We're goin' to site 37.
It ain't compromised no more.
They're dead. Now this is Sneaky Pete.
Reconnaissance. Some of them dead gooks,
they could have important intelligence papers on their bodies.
All right.
- Move 'em out. - Move out!
[Radio Operator] Hammerhead, Hammerhead, Cobra on site of your mission now.
I count ten... say again, ten... Number-Victor-Alpha Kilo-lndia-Alpha.
- How copy? Over. - [Radio] I copy, one-zero. Good job.
- [Static] - Hammerhead, Cobra. Solid copy. "Good job."
Cobra out.
Aw, shit, man! What you doin'? He already dead.
Motherfucker. [Laughing]
Looks like we nailed us an officer.
You lucky bastard.
You get back to C.P., you name your own price, sir.
No way, D'Ambrosio. I'm keepin' this one.
Been lookin' for one of these since Cleon and I got here in '66. Ain't that right, Cleon?
[Laughing]
I walked right by that guy.
Ah, you gotta keep your eyes open.
Oh, man, what the fuck?
Ahem. You hungry or somethin', Cleon?
Just like you, sir.
I'm collectin' me a souvenir.
Mm-hmm.
Saddle up. We're movin' out.
That's all he's gonna say? You ain't got nothin' to tell this fuckin' shit, man? Fuck.
- Man, that nigger Cleon crazy. - Yeah.
- Did you see that shit? - I saw it.
- Nigger, did you see that shit? - Yes.
I heard that nigger supposed to be a preacher's son and shit.
He cuttin' off motherfucker's heads for souvenirs and shit.
You know, if you hadn't flunked out of Hunter College, pimp daddy Skippy,
you would've missed all this good shit down in Vietnam.
Kiss my ass, nigger. You the reason why I'm in this motherfucker anyway.
You didn't tell me 'bout this recon shit.
That's 'cause you didn't ask me when you were writin' me.
- Shit, I figured it was better than bein' a grunt. - It is.
Ant. Motherfucker, we out in the woods all day.
Them motherfuckin' gooks jumpin' out like Indians every five minutes, man.
- Nigger ain't made for this shit. - You thought this was a skate.
Nigger, ain't nothin' wrong with no skate.
You could just call me a skatin' motherfucker.
I skate my ass right out of here, they give me a chance to.
- Ain't no shitbirds on my squad. - Man, what you jivin' about?
[Young Woman Speaking Vietnamese]
- [Anthony Muttering] - [Women Chattering]
Hey. Hey.
Hey! To the Bronx.
Yeah, uh,
to the young blood who couldn't be with us today.
- Lance Corporal Martin. - To Lance Corporal Martin.
Yes.
Yo, Ant, man. What they been puttin' in your head out here, man?
I mean, you done got into this shit a little bit too deep, don't you think?
You in recon now, Skip. You in deep too.
Man, fuck this shit, man.
- Oh, come on, man. - Man, this ain't our war, man.
Shit, our black ass should be back in the Bronx where we belong.
Joe-ass got lucky. They sent him home, gettin' wounded and shit.
Heard he wounded his hand pretty bad, man.
Shit, that's all right, though. He got out of this shit.
I rather be home with a fucked-up hand up in some pussy than to be out here...
healthier than a motherfucker without it.
- Shit. - Same old Skip. Boy, you ain't changed.
That's right.
You heard from Juanita?
She used to write me a lot during my first tour.
[Soldier Shouting] We got a package for ya!
Turns out, man, before I left, fucked around and got her pregnant.
- Man, you bullshittin'. - No, I ain't.
- No shit? - Dead serious, man. Got a little girl back at home.
Oh, man, that's groovy, man. That's groovy. I can dig it. That's cool.
Hey, dig, man, I know you got a picture, man.
- Let me see her picture. Shit. - Can't even look at her, man.
Man, what the fuck you mean, bro?
That's your little girl, man. That's your baby.
You know how I survived 26 months in the bush?
Because I don't think about the world, Skip. That shit don't exist to me.
I don't give a fuck about anything or anyone in it,
because the minute I do, I'm a dead man out here, and you remember that shit.
We'll talk about the world when we get back.
Yeah, whatever, man.
I'm gonna go get high.
I mean real high. And I'm gonna get my dick sucked too.
[Speaking Vietnamese]
[Skip Continues In Vietnamese] Big dick. Big.
Very, very big. Can you handle it?
"Hey there, Kirby. What's happenin' back in the world?
If you hadn't heard, doin' my second tour.
- Fire in the hole! - Fire in the hole!
We spend most of our time livin' in the bush.
[Letter Continues] Kind of numb to everything out here.
Tryin' to keep my head clear.
Our lieutenant is this crazy white boy named Dugan from Ohio.
- He's good at gettin' us out of crazy situations. - Look out.
[Soldiers Yelling]
We got this one wild-ass brother out here named Cleon.
Gook fuck.
His daddy's this big-time preacher, but you'd never know from his crazy son.
Now you're good. Now Jesus loves you.
He's from Mount Vernon. Oh, yeah. You won't believe it,
but Skip volunteered for my unit.
I don't think he's cut out for recon.
He's always gettin' high and shit, tryin' to keep his mind off things.
Me, I'm just tryin' to take it one day at a time and do what's right,
whatever that is.
See you when I get back to the Bronx.
Anthony."
[Coughing]
[Radio Transmission, Indistinct]
That fuckin' shit stinks.
I don't wanna pull rank, Cleon, but if you don't get rid of that fuckin' head...
I don't hear nobody else complainin' but you.
Well, maybe you should listen to your team.
Medical advice, Cleon: You dump that shit.
Hey, Doc, shut the fuck up. You don't know shit.
Fuck you, man. It stinks like a sack full of assholes.
Ain't a one of us got as much as a splinter in his finger since I cut this head off.
This head is our good-luck charm.
Nah, this here's our good-luck charm.
If you don't mind, Sergeant, l... My vote is to get rid of it.
Man, Cleon, you need to get the fuck on with that bullshit, man. That head smell like shit.
Bottom line, Staff Sergeant:
You either get rid of that fuckin' head A.S.A. fuckin' P.,
or I'm gonna have your ass court-martialled when we get back to the rear.
We clear?
- Cobra, Cobra, Delta six. Over. - Delta six, Delta six, Cobra. Copy. Over.
- [Radio] Cobra, Delta six. X-G Charlie, Michael... - We're in a world of shit now.
I just buried our luck.
Listen up. Change of mission. A patrol from 25...
has found a shitload of weapons in a vill about a klik and a half to our whisky.
Platoon commander wants us to interrogate on the spot.
Betancourt, you're the closest one in the area that speaks that gook shit.
So that's where we're headin'. All right, saddle up. We're movin' out.
- So now where's D'Ambrosio? - He went to go take a shit.
- When? - When Cleon was diggin' the hole.
- Why the hell didn't you go with him? - You know how he is.
- He don't like nobody around when he's shittin'. - Oh, man.
Grab his shit. Let's find him.
Aww.
Fuck! Doc.
- 360! - D'Ambrosio, what'd they do?
- You'll be all right. Doc's gonna take care of you, okay? - Yeah.
This morphine is all I can do for him right now.
Here, Doc. You can use mine if that's not enough.
Are you crazy? Another one of those would kill him right now.
What the fuck you got there, Curtis?
Somethin' about "Black men, go home."
"This isn't your war."
You get rid of that cocksucking commie bullshit right now.
- Yeah. Right. - Hey, Curtis.
- Apply some pressure here. - We gotta hump this man back to the rally point.
Oh, shit.
Save me, Curtis.
Look, Adam, you don't worry 'bout nothin'.
We're a team, okay, brother?
- We gonna take care of you. - Please.
Yeah. It's not much longer. We're almost there.
Kill me.
Kill me!
I would do it for you.
I would do it for you, Curtis.
Buttermilk 17. Cobra, over.
[Radio] Cobra. Buttermilk 17. Inbound your buzz. Contact on your visual.
- Shh. - [Dugan] Buttermilk 17. Cobra.
- Hey, you gonna be all right. - [Dugan's Transmission Continues, Indistinct]
The medevac will be here in a minute.
- [Radio Transmission, Indistinct] - Do it.
You think I don't mean it?
I can't go home like this.
- [Skip] Hey, what's he saying? - He's delirious, man.
- Please. - [Radio] Uh, Cobra, Buttermilk.
- Hooking direct to your 12. Stand by. - Cobra standing by. Over.
Shh-shh-shh.
[Radio] Uh, Cobra, Buttermilk 17. On your visual. Pop smoke. Over.
Buttermilk 17, Cobra. Smoke. Over.
Pop the smoke. Get that man ready for medevac!
[Transmission Continues, Indistinct]
- When'd he go? - A few minutes ago.
It's better to check out than to go home all fucked up.
[Helicopter Approaching]
No shit.
[Metal Clattering]
Oh, shit! Get down!
- [Shuddering] - Fuckin' assholes!
- Stay down! Stay down! - I'm gonna get these motherfuckers!
[Dugan] Return fire! Fire!
[Yelling, Indistinct] Get these motherfuckers!
- Skip! Return some fire! - Shoot them motherfuckers!
Mission aborted! We get the fuck out of Dodge, back to the rally point!
Ferguson! Get some fuckin' rounds goin'!
- [Soldier Yelling In Vietnamese] - Skip! Cover me!
- [Cleon] Dugan! - [Anthony] Dugan, wait!
Dugan! Dugan!
[Yelling, Indistinct]
[Screaming]
[Soldier Yelling, Indistinct]
Skip! Snap out of that shit. Go!
- Fuck this, man. Let's bug out, Cleon! - Cobra, move the fuck out!
- Get up! Come on! - Move it! Move it!
Move! Get up! Get up! Come on!
- What are you doin'? - What is this, man?
- Slow down, man. Say! - Fuckin' grunts!
- Get a special shot for Skip. My man's goin' home today. - Count of three: 1-2-3.
- Snap it. - All right. Good. Now come on now. Skip, come on now.
- Let's see a dap, man. - Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
He say, "Uh." He say, "Fi-ive."
- Ah. All right. Whoo! - Get one like this. Get one like this.
One, two. Come on now. Everybody, come on. Get closer.
- Aw, man! - This is Cobra, baby.
- Recon Cobra! It's Cobra. Hey, hey!
Whoo!
- Team Cobra, ready? [Grunting] - [Growling]
? Come on?
? Come along, Come on and get up and get down too?
- ? Ah, get down, get up? - Say, h-h-hold on a sec.
- Keep the metre running. - ? Ah, get down, get up and move your feet?
- ? Ah, come on and? - ? Rise, rise, rise, shake your getup??
Straighten up there, marine.
He a friend of yours?
He a friend of yours, I'll give you a discount, marine.
Nah, man.
Oh, shit.
Man, look who's back in the motherfuckin' world.
- Dig this motherfucker right here, man. - [People Chattering]
Look at you, man. That's a mackin' outfit if I've ever seen one.
Look with all these stripes and shit. What, you a captain now?
- Nah, nah, brother. - Look, man, you wear that motherfucker for about a month,
this nigger get all the pussy, man.
Check this motherfucker out, man.
- Need somethin', Cowboy? - Well, look mi... Yeah, you go get me some squares, man.
- Right on. - I gotta take care a couple of things, baby.
I'll get back with you, all right? You stay up now, all right?
What's happenin', blood?
Hey, man, I'm back!
My nigger!
- Hey, Luther! - Yeah?
Tell your sister I'm gonna be over there later on!
Hey, fuck you!
Man, the neighbourhood is changin'.
Aw, it's still a good place.
- White people movin' out, though. - [Chuckling]
Oh, dig. I saw Juanita the other day, man.
Man, she finer than a motherfucker.
Is that right?
You need to go check her out, man. Go see your little daughter.
- Remember them big-ass ears you had when you was young? - [Chuckling]
She got 'em, just like you. That's how I know it was yours.
So what's up with Joe, man? Is he, uh... Is he workin' or what?
Aw, post office, you know. Three-quarter gig, part-time.
He gotta do what he gotta do. He got mouths to feed, you know.
What about you, man? How you doin'?
- Who, me? - Yeah.
I'm cool, baby. I'm Skippy, baby. I'm still pimpin'.
Need any money or anything, you know?
Man, I got over like a fat rat when I got out, man.
Dig. I got my school money comin' from the government once a month.
I got my veteran's cheque comin' once a month.
I got my 50% medical cheque comin' to me for the rest of my life.
I ain't gotta do a goddam thing else but go to the mailbox, you dig?
Hey, man, how the hell you pull a 50% medical? Nigger, you ain't disabled.
Man, some shit got into me over there, man.
What?
All I know is my blood cells all fucked up.
Some nights I wake up in cold sweats and shit.
Don't look at me like that, man. It ain't the heroin.
Heroin ain't never did nothin' to me. Lot of vets comin' down with this shit.
- And they don't know what it is? - Square biz.
Damn.
Look, man, you wanna come on in the crib or somethin', man?
Nah, man. I'm cool, baby. Hey, I'm gonna split.
But you here, baby. You home. We got plenty of time do our thing.
You know what I'm sayin'?
- Brother. - Brother.
- Go see your mama. - Right on. I'm gonna check her out.
With her fine ass. I been takin' care of your mama while you been gone.
Boy, I kick your head in. Don't talk like that.
[Smacking Lips]
Mm.
[Smacking Lips]
You all right?
Yeah.
Well, can't you look me in my eyes?
I ain't seen you in four years.
What'd you do over there? What was it like?
Look, uh, I'd rather not talk about that right now.
Well, Anthony, you're gonna have to tell us something.
You know, a lot of them boys went over there and got hooked on drugs and stuff.
Look. I was in a special unit out there,
and bad habits could have cost us our lives.
That's what I'm talkin' about, them bad habits.
Now, if you picked up some of them things,
there's a lot of places you can go and get help.
No bad habits, Ma, 'cept a little killin'.
For my country, of course.
Hey, let me give you some more of these collards. Baby, this sure is good.
[Mr Curtis Chuckles, Clears Throat]
- All right. - Oh, shit. Look who's back. Look at this motherfuckin' man.
- Hey, what's happenin', youngblood? - What's goin' on, Cool Breeze?
- Long time no see. - All right now, Pops. What's happenin'?
[Pops] Hey, young fella. [Laughing]
Hey there. What's goin' on, blood? Ain't seen you in a long time, man.
- Hey. - All right. Cheers. Cheers.
- My man! Drink! - All right. How you feel?
All right.
Hey, what's goin' on? Hey, I got next game, and you know that's my table.
[Man] You call that a break?
Hold up there, now. It's my shot.
Say, chump. Don't I know you from somewhere?
Ha-ha! My man! Joe, what's happenin'?
- Oh, man! - Ahh! Ha-ha! Look at you!
- How you doin', man? - Good, man.
- Jesus Christ, man! I can't believe it's you. - What's goin' on, man?
- You cool, man! - I heard you got wounded out there.
Yeah, man. I was in demolitions,
and my fuckin' hand gets blown off, man.
- Oh, man. Shit! - Yeah, man.
Hey, motherfuckers taught me everything there is to know about explosives, man.
That right? Check you out, papi.
- You got all those kids now. - Oh, man. Hey. You gotta check out Kirby, man.
- He's over in the back room. - Yeah, let's go on back. He's still back here, huh?
- All right. Dig it. - Hey, ¡ abre la puerta! Hey! Hey!
Doin' all right. You know, Kirby just all hangin' in there, you know?
- Who the fuck is it? - It's me.
Blood! What's up, blood?
- Hey, Nicky. What's happenin', man? - Skin! Kirby back there, man.
That boy looked at me. He said, "Kirby,
when she pulled off them drawers, I thought I'd never stop seein' hair!"
[Laughing]
- [Chuckling] - What's happenin', Cap'n?
Who the fuck is that that?
- Youngblood? - Yeah, it's me!
Youngblood! Come on, boy! [Laughing]
- How ya doin'? - Oh, boy.
- Come on in the back here, boy. - All right.
Mm!
Man, I been everywhere lookin' for a gig.
Motherfuckers forget about you gettin' your ass almost blowed off...
or whatever the fuck.
Yeah. Look, uh, Kirby, uh...
[Sniffles] I was thinkin', man, maybe, uh, come back and work for you.
What? Work for me?
Yeah. You know, runnin' numbers, like we used to do.
Shh! Fuckin' pigs run me outta business.
How the pigs run you outta business, man? You had 'em on the payroll.
Pigs are greedy.
And you gotta remember, I'm dealin' with the N.Y.P.D.,
greediest, most corrupt pigs on the face of the Earth.
So I got the fuck out.
I told that motherfucker I'd rather eat cat shit with a knittin' needle.
I wasn't gonna bust my ass sendin' some cop kids to college. Shit.
I dig it.
This place ain't never made much money.
So... I'm just hustlin' here and there.
Tryin' to get over just like everybody else.
- [Sighs] - It's gonna be all right, kid.
Here's to gettin' over.
- [Glasses Clinking] - I hope, man. I hope.
- You afraid of blood? - That's all I've been around for the past three years.
"Anthony Curtis." You related to Tony?
The actor?
N-No. Not... Oh!
No. The act... No, no, no, no.
- Different colour, right? - Yeah, he's a white cat. Yeah.
Yeah, and his name was Schwartz. Schwartz, not Curtis.
- [Laughs] Okay. - You know anything about butchering?
Uh... I'm a fast learner.
Here, put that on.
Here. Take this.