Let's NDP here. We're gonna NDP here.
Eriksson, hold up.
Set up claymores on the left flank.
Did that sound hollow to you, man?
What?
Wait.
We could be standing right over their tunnels right now, couldn't we?
Right under us at this very second...
...could be VC tunnels.
-Shit! -What was that?
Fix that sound!
-I hate fucking mortars. -Fix that sound, sergeant.
They're after somebody else. Who are they after?
-Is it 3rd Platoon? -Captain Hill says Alpha's hit.
-Do they know we're here? -What do you say, Meserve?
-I'll get it to you ASAP. -Sergeant Hawthorne!
Set out security to the flanks, front and rear.
But not too far so they get separated from us.
Eriksson, take the right flank.
Call Superman 0-2. We need a fix on the tube.
We'll adjust by the sound.
Superman 0-2, Superman 0-2....
-What the fuck is going on? -Cease fire!
I saw a gook, sarge. One of them gooks from the ville.
-You recognizing people? -I saw him!
The tube's kicking ass on Alpha.
Fuck this!
The tube's got a fix on us!
Oh, Christ!
They found us! They're walking them in on us!
Superman 0-2, Superman 0-2.
Let's move!
The tube's got a fix on us. Left flank! Move on!
Silent Twin 0-2, out.
Go! Go!
Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Jesus Christ! Oh, God!
-Where's Hawthorne? -Up this way.
Eriksson's on right flank. He ain't in yet.
This war's getting old, Mr. Meserve.
Here comes arty!
Fuck!
Oh, shit! Oh, Jesus!
Okay, Brownie, you get up there with them. Keep your shit together.
My shit is forever together. I'm an armour-plated motherfucker!
Oh, fuck! Help me!
Oh, fuck! Somebody help me!
What's wrong with my arm? Where's my arm?
-I got something for you. -You gotta find my arm.
-We gotta move! -Calm down, soldier!
Help me! Somebody help me! Help!
Here's your arm. Here's your arm.
Somebody help me!
Help! Help!
Help me! Somebody!
Sarge, I need help!
Sarge, help me! I'm stuck! Oh, I'm stuck. Help me.
-Thank God! -Pull!
Oh, shit!
I'll put some tracers up there.
-Back me up with the thumper, okay? -Right.
-Ready? -Yeah.
Get some, motherfucker!
Get some! Motherfucker!
Yeah, you fuck!
Yeah.
Some mad fucking minute, huh, cherry?
-We're getting too short for this. -We ain't short yet.
Thirty days and a wake-up. We damn near invisible.
You're gonna DEROS out of this jungle and these clothes.
Put me on that Freedom Bird and I figure I'm short...
...and maybe the fucker's gonna crash.
Can you imagine that? Escape from Nam...
-...to die an airline fatality. -Never happen, cherry.
You survive the Nam, you get to live forever.
How long you been here?
-Three weeks. -Three weeks?
You're breaking my heart.
You know, Meserve, I've been thinking.
Maybe it's time we stopped balling these bitches.
We might end up home diseased.
Dinky dau, man.
The Nam's a trip.
First you don't know shit, then you don't give a shit.
I mean, you care, but it's just humpbacked and crooked, you know?
The cherry'll get wasted because he don't know nothing.
We'll end up in peril because we don't care about nothing.
-I care, Brown. -Sure you do.
It's just humpbacked and crooked, you know?
Clark...
...you and Hatcher and Eriksson spread out here.
Stay alert.
And don't get lost. Brownie, let's didi.
Hershey bar number one! Good stuff. Take a big bite.
Check out this sad ass, man.
Sui? It's mango.
Quit begging. They don't want your candy bar. Give it to me.
Cam on ong very much.
Don't eat anything they give you. Go back where you're supposed to be.
You want to die horribly?
-No, sarge. -You were gonna eat it?
These people are confused. Are they Cong or not?
-They're schizophrenic. -Depends on who scared them last.
You eat some razor blades or glass in something they give you...
-...what are you dead of? -Stupidity.
It's a rog, Brown. Much affirmed.
Yes, indeed.
We're overjoyed to have travelled 11 ,000 miles...
...to assist them in their struggle to upgrade themselves.
Every one of them is old or kids. That ain't good.
This is a retirement ville. Sort of like Florida.
I wasn't gonna eat that. I didn't want to be rude.
-Rude? -Yeah.
I'll smack you upside the head for talking that foolishness!
You do something rude, you say, "Sorry about that."
For example, you strangle their chickens...
...cop their rice, or barbecue their fucking hootch...
...you say, "Sorry about that."
Let me hear you say it. "Sorry about that."
Sorry about that.
I got something for us, sir.
We asked him which path was safe. One day he says one, next day the other.
You VC? VC?
Number fucking 10! VC?
-You number fucking 10? -No!
-You VC? -VC, no!
All right! We got it! Number one, old man.
I hope that ain't your idea of fun, buddy.
This is some piece of equipment!
Don't look like it to me.
Look like some tree got tangled up.
And this fool gonna tie it to his cow.
Do you know how one of these things works?
Ain't you supposed to be hauling water to your pals...
...instead of hanging out with this motherfucker?
-Yeah. -So let's go, then.
Right. Okay. No, no, no. All right. Shit.
Sarge wants us together, we best do it.
Don't you want to get home for your own plowing?
-You're married, right? -Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, come on, motherfucker!
What the fuck was I talking about, man?
This some bad-ass Thai stick, man.
You got any babies? That's what I was talking about.
-A little girl. -A little girl?
Now ain't that my point?
What were you doing back there? Sarge had to save you.
The ground opened up on me.
I'm hanging there. Half in, half out of one of the tunnels.
Mortar rounds coming straight at me. Boom, boom, boom!
-I couldn't believe it. -Did you pee your pants?
-Don't be shy. Talk to me. -I'm talking.
You ain't telling me nothing. Your ass was stuck in a rabbit hole?
So, what happened?
-Man, come on. -Come on.
Think of me as your priest.
-Lutherans don't have priests. -Did you pee your pants?
If the sarge hadn't come back for me, I sure would have.
Without sarge, you ain't nothing but a sack of shit.
You ain't walking along jiving with me.
You so much grief bagged and tagged that your people moan all their lives.
Right, sarge?
Hatch!
-Hatcher! -What?
You got 30 days to learn what you can from me and Meserve.
Hatcher!
-Listen up. -I'm listening.
We gonna DEROS and leave Freedom Frontier--
One o'clock!
Behind you!
Oh, my God, I hit it!
Sarge!
All right, cease fire! Cease fire!
-I told you this place wasn't safe. -The bastards set us up!
Sarge, I'm in trouble, man. I'm in trouble, sarge.
-It ain't nothing, Brownie. -You sure, man?
It sure feels like something. It feels bad, sarge.
It ain't nothing, man.
Eriksson, the sarge says I'm gonna be okay, man.
Oh, yeah. No sweat, Brownie.
Fuck this shit, man! Fuck this!
Let's go, let's go!
Come on, move it!
Sarge!
Look in my fucking eyes! I'm gonna hypnotize you!
You're fine.
I know it, man. I know it.
I'm an armour-plated motherfucker. I'm an armour-plated motherfucker.
Sergeant! Sergeant Meserve, you're to go two clicks back to the road.
APCs are there to take you to Ap Thanh.
Take a truck back to Wolf. The company's regrouping there.
-Is that understood? -You better watch your back here.
This ville is bullshit. They're harboring VC.
We'll bust some chops before we leave.
-Don't you worry. -Torch the fucking place.
Hey, hey, there it is. My rack, my rack!
So, what are you gonna do?
Get shitfaced and go hump the brains out of some hos.
-I don't know. I'm too tired. -Come on. Are we on duty or off?
Let me have a beer.
-No. You should have bought more. -Give the guy a beer.
-They're mine. -I'll give you 1000 pi.
-You should have thought ahead. -10,000 pi.
For one?
Oreos. I'll give you some cookies.
-I was hoping you were still around. -Forget about it.
We just spent some time in a combat zone.
The lieutenant had difficulty getting his head out of his ass...
...and left us in the jungle like a bunch of crazed motherfuckers.
-What happened to you guys? -I don't think anybody knows.
-I just about got killed, though. -What was that like?
I went nuts.
-You wanna shower? -Later.
Come on, I want to shower. Let's go shower.
Hey, sarge. It's the sarge.
This asshole, Clark, bought one beer off me...
...for 10,000 pi. Ain't that some shit?
Sarge, are we on duty or off?
-Off. -Fucking-A.
We've been detailed a long-range recon in the morning.
We're off till 2100.
Where we gonna go?
The lieutenant will brief me. I'll brief you guys, 2100.
We're out of here at 0600.
-We're off till then? -Yeah.
Sarge, we're gonna take a shower. What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna go into town and get laid.
What do you hear about Brownie?
He's dead.
This place is bullshit. I hate this fucking place.
-They ought to blow it up and pave-- -Fucking-A.
Brownie could make me laugh, man.
And I like to fucking laugh.
You know...
...I never knew a far-out spade dude like Brownie before Brownie.
They shouldn't make you hump the boonies when you're short.
They should send you home.
You'd be short when you were close to where you didn't have to go.
-So what? -So nobody'd want to go.
I don't want to go now.
They keep moving it back.
Pretty soon they wouldn't send anybody here.
What's wrong with that?
What I'm saying is these fucking gooks are shit, man!
They're lowlifes!
Every motherfucker in that ville.
Every man, woman and child knew about the fucking mortars.
They knew about the snipers, and they just let them zap Brownie.
They're slugs.
They're roaches, and total destruction is the only way to deal with them.
Sorry, sarge. Passes are cancelled.
What?
-The ville's off-limits. -What did he say?
-For how long? -Indefinitely.
He's serious, man.
Fuck 'em.
-Watch it, sarge! -Come on.
-Motherfucking-- -Take it easy.
That was easy!
-Motherfucking easy! -What we gonna do?
Know what this shit's about?
Fucking Cong is in town tonight. Charlie's in the whorehouse.
-No shit? -Didn't you know?
Charlie's gotta get laid too. He works hard killing us. Don't he?
What are we gonna do, sarge? What are we gonna do?
Goddamn it!
The Cong's getting laid.
And we're just....
It ain't fair, you know?
Am I talking?
I can't tell if I'm talking or not.
Diaz, how you doing?
Do one of you guys got a Playboy on you I can borrow?
-Jeez, on me? -Yeah.
-I gotta find one. -Somebody sent you a present.
This is Diaz. He's Brown's replacement.
We're out of here in the morning at 0500.
I want everyone carrying two frags. Make sure you got smoke. Sit down.
Leave your vest. I don't want any heat casualties.
Beyond that, wear what you want, as long as it's charmed...
...as long as it's helped you survive.
Our destination is Hill 209 in the Tra Khuc Valley.
The hill's here.
There are caves, there might be VC.
We're looking for tunnels, bunkers, unmapped trails, whatever.
Now. The orders are we don't shoot except in self-defence.
You get one of these fuckers out in the open, you waste him.
We're leaving an hour early because we detour 2000 metres to the south...
...to the ville of Nghia Hanh.
What we're gonna do is requisition ourselves a girl.
A little portable R and R.
It'll break up the boredom, keep up morale.
I want charmed people around me. So bring your good-luck stuff.
Like this, sarge?
Does it feel lucky?
It looks lucky.
He really say that?
He wouldn't do it, would he?
Bring a girl?
Are you crazy? As short as he is?
He is out of here in less than 30 days.
So why did he say it?
I don't know. What did the other guys think?
Everybody was joking.
Clark says:
"What's this, some new addition to Lurp rations?"
Right. I mean, some broad in your pack.
You see how nuts that sounds?
That'll never happen, G.I.
That is the one, sarge. She's the pretty one.
Take the pretty one.
-Get over here, you fucking cunt! -Jesus God!
What's going on?
You guys done this before?
No.
This is unbelievable.
I didn't think he meant it, Hatch. Did you?
I don't know, man.
I want to be out of here by first light.
What do you want? What do you want?
You want her to have this?
All right, no sweat. No big thing.
She can have it! Shut up, bitch!
Let's get out of here, sarge.
Get some rest. You're upset.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
We're gonna win her heart and mind. If she's got one.
Hey, sarge.
A few more clicks, we'll rest.
-I thought you were kidding. -I was serious as a heart attack.
That's what I mean. This is kidnapping, ain't it, sarge?
Take the point.
-Go relieve Hatch on point. -Why?
You got the point.
-Go! -Yeah. Right.
Hatch, slow up. I'm supposed to relieve you.
It's just like Genghis Khan, man.
That's what I was thinking.
-Ever heard of Genghis Khan? -What?
-What are you talking about? -Meserve is unbelievable.
I mean, what we're doing...
...it's fantastic.
Why didn't we think of it before?
-This is nuts. -It ain't nuts. It's what armies do.
-We ain't Genghis Khan. -You're the one who's nuts.
It's the 20th century, man.
We're supposed to be here to help.
I'm definitely gonna fuck this bitch.
What's the matter with you? Come here.
Come here for a second. Come here. You all right? You all right?
That was some hump, huh?
You want some gum?
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Do I have to mess with her?
Diaz....
No, man.
Hey, come here.
Come here, somebody.
Somebody, come here, quick.
-Come here. -Check it out, Clark.
-Is that a farmer or VC? -Where?
-In the pool. -What is it, Clark?
-It's a rock, I think. -It's moving.
The bushes are moving, the rock ain't.
-What are you doing? -He said to shoot them in the open.
It's a water buffalo, sarge.
Dumb, very fucking dumb.
Aspirin. Number one. Okay.
Hey, sarge. We on track?
Just follow the red Crayola line.
Two and a half hours and we'll be there.
Give me a minute on this thing we're doing.
I mean, what we're doing. What are we doing, sarge?
We have a VC suspect. Is that what you mean?
She's a VC whore and we're gonna have fun with her.
She's just a farm girl.
You're the cherry here, right? So lighten up.
-Let me carry the weight. -What's the problem, sarge?
He don't think our VC whore is a VC whore.
You've been in town. They'll sell their children.
These people were sleeping in their hootch.
He got the wrong outlook on this thing.
You got the wrong outlook.
-What are you talking about? -She's a VC.
-She ain't. -I'm telling you, Eriksson.
This ain't a VC. Clark ain't.
Hatcher, he ain't no VC.
Diaz ain't no VC.
I ain't. I ain't no fucking VC.
Now this?
This here's a VC.
And you?
You I don't know about.
You ain't cutting yourself this slack, man.
You ain't humping your ruck, hump mine.
-Why, man? -Just put it on.
Hey, sarge!
Hey! I'm a corporal, Hatcher.
This is a direct order.
You hump my ruck.
Oh, man. What an asshole!
It's all clear, sarge.
The stream's 30 metres down. Plenty of water.
Get her inside. Get your ruck off her, Hatcher.
We'll use this place as our C.P.
Eriksson, you and Diaz get the chow and ammo stored.
Clark, you and Hatcher come with me.
I ain't gonna rape nobody.
You gotta back me up.
-I'll back you. -Swear it.
I do, man. I promise.
You gotta back me too.
You got it, man.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
You're cut. You're hurt.
Let me fix it, okay? No, no, give.
We'll get it clean.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Shh! Come here.
Stay still.
See?
It's going to be okay.
Okay, I'm your friend. I'm your friend.
Mind if I pull up a chair?
Go ahead.
C-rats, huh? What you got there?
-Franks and beans. -Army don't want to surprise us.
Leave that to the dinks.
How you doing?
I'm all right.
I'm sorry I jumped on you back there.
We're out here with the Cong hanging in every tree...
...waiting to grease us.
Humping six hours of the worst bush.
Gooks should be fighting to get out of here, not to keep it.
Six hours of the ugliest snakes and spiders.
All we have is each other. Right?
Yeah.
Come here.
I don't want any problems with you.
I'm counting on you in particular.
I don't know what's going on here.
We're gonna...
...interrogate the prisoner.
This isn't right.
We ain't supposed to do this.
Don't fuck with me. You're taking your turn.
I ain't raping nobody.
You're saying no to me?
You ain't hotshot enough to say no.
Motherfucker! Motherfucker!
Think you're standing up to me?
I ain't doing it. No way.
Don't you like girls? You ain't got a pair? Is that your problem?
-Sarge? -He don't want to ball the dink.
-Chickenshit. -Is that it?
Is that your problem?
-No. -So, what is it?
-Maybe he's queer. -You a faggot?
-Is that it? -No!
So, what is it? Everybody else is up for this.
What are you looking at Diaz for?
He's with the program. You got a problem?
-Hell, no. -Okay.
Would you stop looking at Diaz?
Oh, wait a minute. Maybe he is a queer.
Maybe Eriksson's a homosexual.
We got us two gals. Is Eriksson a faggot?
-I don't know. -I think so.
He's chickenshit. I'm gonna cut his heart out.
How we gonna count on you? You're a VC sympathizer.
You could get killed real easy.
Somebody stumbles.... They don't mean to shoot you.
Friendly fucking casualty. I mean, a body bag's a body bag.
Your mama and your daddy are crying.
-He's dead. -What?
-My father's dead. -Nobody cares about your history.
You're taking your turn. In there.
Maybe when I'm done with her, I'm gonna come after you.
When I'm done humping her, I'm gonna hump you!
You're taking an attack posture with me?
Yeah, you got a weapon.
Clark got a weapon. He's got a knife.
We all got weapons. Anybody can blow anybody away...
...any second.
Which is the way it ought to be. Always.
The Army calls this a weapon.
But it ain't.
This is a weapon.
This is a gun.
This is for fighting.
This is for fun.
Are you gonna watch?
Take security, Eriksson.
You got security.
-Who's next, man? -Not you, man!
I wish we had some beers.
I'd really like an ice-cold beer.
Better than nothing.
Wish we had a beer. Don't you wish you had a beer?
Are we gonna flip a coin?
-Diaz is next. -When am I up, sarge?
-After Clark. -That's last.
Move it, Diaz, move it!
We ought to have some goddamn beers.
-Shut the fuck up. -I just want a beer, man.
We should gag her. We'll have VC all over our case.
Hatcher manages three strokes, then he goes--
--Iike a fucking mouse.
Clark had his knife to her throat.
So what?
What do you mean?
When is the last time you had a real woman?
She was real.
I think she was real.
My brother had this car, man.
It was a '57 Chevy Bel Air.
Raked, nosed.
Had 10 coats of hand-rubbed candy-apple-red lacquer.
The coolest.
It had a 283 in it, bored and stroked.
The fastest thing in the street!
Diaz will relieve you at 2400, okay?
You probably like the Army, don't you?
I hate the Army.
This ain't the Army.
This ain't the Army, sarge.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of evil...
...I shall fear no death.
'Cause I'm the meanest motherfucker in the valley.
It's a bunch of them little people.
There you go.
What do you think? You want to light them up?
There's something happening here.
Maybe they're just fishing.