Shit!
You were supposed to go through me. You gave me your word.
- He ran. I chased him. - You gave me your word.
I got a ballistics match and a clean bust. He did it.
- You realise what you've done? - Caught the killer.
Can you prove he pulled the trigger?
He proved it...by running.
Can you tell me why he broke into the Officers' Club?
Lawrence sure as shit can't!
You made a clean bust all right! You're a real prize.
You're wrong about Lawrence. He's part of all this.
I wasn't wrong about him. The truth is, I never liked him.
Then why didn't you back me?
You broke the law! You're the cop, he's the bad guy.
You still don't get it, do you?
Do you think Lawrence is the only one involved in all this?
I tried to tell you after we left Peale's office -
about the coasters on his table?
Coasters?
Yeah. From the Caravelle Bar in Saigon.
- You checked him. - He was clean.
If there's no conviction, he's clean! Did you check his service record?
- He never served. - He's got Vietnam souvenirs.
No, he collects coasters!
I ran a check myself through my people.
Peale was CIA. He was a province advisor in Long Binh
at the same time as Lawrence was there.
- They knew each other? - What do you think?
How would I know?
That's classified military shit! How could I find that out?
All I know is whoever broke into the storeroom wanted something bad.
Oh, Christ! The water.
One plant had water. The rest were dry.
There was an empty bottle that Mueller never opened.
- What about Mueller? - He's got an alibi.
Anyway, why break in? He's got a key.
I have the address of the water company.
- They open at 0900. - Pick you up at your quarters, 8:30.
Listen, I was...
- Follow my lead, OK? - No, it's not OK.
How are you handling it?
We don't want to tip anybody off.
Hey, I'm good at this.
- Hi. - All right!
I'm looking for the dispatcher.
You found her, man. Her name is Gloria.
Gloria.
- You follow the Dead? - Everywhere, man. You, too?
Yeah. First time I saw them was '73 at Winterland.
Flipped me right out. Been a fan ever since.
- Intense! - Did you do Oakland, New Year?
All six shows. I slept in the parking lot.
- It was mellow. - How many you seen?
Anaheim was 179.
My boyfriend hasn't missed one for four years.
I can't do that because of work.
His old man's got money. Work's such a drag, you know?
Who's General Washington?
- My father. - Bummer!
- Tell me! - He into elevator music?
What do you think?
Gloria, this is kind of embarrassing, you know,
but last week I borrowed my father's car.
Parked it outside the Officers' Club at the Presidio,
and someone banged into it.
I remembered seeing one of your delivery trucks making a delivery.
Maybe the driver saw something?
He doesn't believe me. He thinks I did it.
- He never believes you, right? - Yours any different?
You never heard it from me.
Officers' Club at the Presidio?
Deliveries are every Tuesday. Driver's name is Spota.
- He working today? - Day off. He's in tomorrow, 8:30.
- First name? - You?
- Jay. - First name George.
I like yours better.
Do you think you could give me his home address?
- No hassles. - I don't know, man.
Look at him. Does he look like he'd wait until tomorrow?
732 Vermont. You never heard it from me.
God, thanks.
- Can I send you something here? - Sure.
I've got a bootleg copy of the Dylan concert at Meadowlands.
I'll send you a copy.
- I don't know what to say, man. - Just say thanks.
Us Deadheads got to stick together.
Later.
- Hey, General. - Colonel!
You really ought to lighten up.
I'll try.
The guy who delivers water to the Officers' Club is named Spota.
- George Spota? - Yeah. How did you know that?
A Master Sergeant Spota served under Lawrence in Long Binh.
Maybe the same guy.
Anyway, he's off today, but he's back on tomorrow at 8:30.
Water was delivered to the Presidio the same day Patti Jean was killed.
- What in the hell's the Dead? - You wouldn't understand.
Try me.
- The Grateful Dead. - The Grateful Dead?
- Grateful Dead. - I don't understand.
That's a surprise.
There's something I want to check out.
- What? - I'll tell you tomorrow.
There's something I need to check, too.
Tomorrow.
I hated it, though.
Whenever I'd make a friend,
Dad would get orders to leave and I'd say goodbye.
I got to see a lot of great places.
Leavenworth, Kansas.
Always so special during the summer.
And who could forget Christmas at Fort Bragg?
What is going on in there? What are you thinking about?
Is what we've been doing enough for you, Donna?
What do you mean?
I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it.
What we've been doing has been...great.
It's been...games?
It's crazy 'cause this should be perfect for me.
What I'm trying to tell you is, I really care about you.
I'm just having trouble saying it, that's all.
Gareth Wooten, please.
Wooten. Alan Caldwell here.
Fine. How are things at Langley?
Careful, you'll get a sore ass sitting at a desk.
I need a favour.
There's a holding company out here called Transcorp.
T-R-A-N... I know you can spell!
Push one of your buttons and tell me what companies they own.
Thank you. I do appreciate it.
Oh, and give my love to Linda.
No. No, we're not even.
Just tell her she made a mistake.
I'm still much better-looking! Goodbye.
- Can we leave now? - I just ordered this drink.
- Please can we go? - May I have this dance?
Give it a rest.
Captain Gordon... Inspector Austin. He's a policeman.
- You're being very impolite, Jay. - You don't like it here?
- No, I don't, dickhead. - What did you say?
Why are you doing this?
- I won't do this. - I asked you a question!
Yeah, I heard you.
You push it, don't you? Right up to the edge.
Let's step outside.
You want me to fight this jerk for your hand?
You want to settle this like gentlemen?
- However you like. - Marquis of Queensberry rules.
There! That what you wanted to see?
Easy, Colonel. I'm done.
Whatever my intentions were, you can forget them.
She's dangerous.
You really are something.
Why did you bring him there in the first place?
Why not just throw in a hand grenade? It's quicker.
- Leave me alone. - Are you proud of yourself?
Ask yourself that question.
- What? - You set it up, not me.
What are you talking about?
Who I can or can't see.
You probably have it all written down.
You never ask me what I want. You always tell me.
I've news for you, I didn't enlist in your army.
- I decide what I do. - You're doing a wonderful job.
Without help from you, sir, just rules.
You decide what's fair or foul.
- This is ridiculous. - Don't turn your back.
- I won't stand your rubbish. - That's perfect.
You're done talking so there's nothing else to say.
- Right. - You coward.
- That's enough. - No, it's never enough.
What are you afraid of?
- You think I'm like her? - Stop.
You turned your back on her, didn't you?
- Stop! - Bastard, it was your fault!
Do it.
Colonel... Jesus! What the hell are you doing?
Getting drunk. What does it look like?
- Looks like you've done that. - I'm going to get drunker.
I'm going up on the roof.
- Why? - Your windowsill hurts.
- Why not come inside? - Because I'm outside.
- You know what time it is? - Who cares?
Well, I sure don't.
- Drink this all by yourself? - Yeah.
- You can keep that one. - Thanks.
- I've lost her. - Who?
Donna.
You didn't lose her. She's just grown up.
- You got to accept that. - Oh, yeah? She hates me.
No, she's trying to measure up to you.
Sometimes that ain't easy. You want perfection in people.
There's not a lot of perfect around.
- You know how much I love her? - Yeah, I know.
But it's important what SHE knows.
When was the last time you told her?
She knows.
I've known buildings easier to talk to than you.
Hey, was that my gun you pointed at me?
Yeah. I took it out of the museum.
- Why? - Just wanted to hold it for a while.
Well, what for?
I had my reasons. Give me some of that.
Sometimes I think it was easier winning that medal than wearing it.
Think anyone gives a shit about us?
We give a shit about them. That's what matters.
You know what I think?
I think America is like a big, fancy house...
and we're the Doberman pinschers.
- Doberman pinschers? - A guy hears a noise downstairs,
he's really happy to have his big, ugly dog, huh?
But...
the next day when his friends come around, he locks up the dog.
Why? 'Cause he's embarrassed.
But that night, he unlocks the dog to protect his fancy house.
If some guy comes and the dog doesn't bite his ass,
he's gonna smack him in the fucking mouth.
Yeah, it's like that.
I'll tell you something else -
and I remember this like it was yesterday -
when I was 10, my old man was laid off again, comes home and says,
"We're leaving Scotland. We're going to America,"
and gives me this book by Thomas Jefferson.
I read it all. Next thing, I'm on the deck of this ship.
My old man shouts, "Look, there she is."
I could just see over the guard rail. It's the Statue of Liberty.
And I look, and that green colour on her face.
You know, she really is that beautiful.
Anyway, that's how I see America.
Yeah. And that's why I'm a soldier.
We don't have to have thanks from anybody,
because it's... That's not important.
Or this.
Sergeant Major...
- I'm really drunk. - As a skunk!
The look on his face said he was scared.
I never saw that before.
My whole life, he's taught me
to never say too much.
Don't show too much. Never lose control.
That works,
because nobody can hurt you if you don't let anybody in.
I have to give him credit. He really taught me that well.
He even tries to keep me away, and that is what hurts.
And that's what I've been doing to you.
Go on.
So I've been trying not to lose control.
I could sleep with you, as long as it was on my terms.
I was doing OK that way, I really was.
Except the more time I spent with you...
the scarier it got.
That's why I behaved that way at the Officers' Club.
I couldn't run away from you any more.
I wanted you to run away from me.
I don't want to hurt you like that any more.
Because...
because I love you.
You're 10 minutes late.
Got some good news and some bad news.
- Oh. What's the good news? - Donna's with me.
That's good news?
- The bad news is, I love her. - So do I.
Shall we discuss my personal life all morning?
- Nope. - Good.
The car that killed Lawrence is registered to Spota.
Arthur Peale owns the Black Mountain Water Company.
He's in the second truck. Number 68.
- Recognise him? - Yeah. That's Sergeant Spota.
In front of everybody.
Always the most successful way. None of that covert shit.
Captain, where did you just come in from?
A contract flight from Clark, sir.
The Philippines?
Yeah. Clark Air Force base, Colonel.
- Come on. He's leaving. - Thank you.
- What's with the Philippines? - I don't know. Something.
Why water from the Philippines?
There's something in that bottle worth killing for.
Water from the Philippines is delivered to Spota.
Spota delivers it to the bottling company.
Except he makes a mistake.
He delivers the wrong bottle to the Officers' Club.
When he realises what he's done he comes back here.
Patti Jean surprises him, and he smokes her.
I wanna know what's in that bottle.
What's with you?
Nah, there's a piece missing.
Something about the Philippines. There's another hand in this.
There's a piece missing.
Peale, Lawrence, Spota... they knew each other in Vietnam.
They're all in it. What's missing?
Oh, shit!
He served with Lawrence in Vietnam.
They'd have to use him or somebody like him.
He knows every maintenance man in the Orient.
Everybody's gone. We're secure.
These are good quality. Our friend in Manila's done well.
Tell him he's stopping now.
- Why are you here? - You said no one would be hurt.
- No one was supposed to. - What about the girl?
- Lawrence has been dealt with. - That's not enough. It's over.
Too late for a conscience.
- It's over. - Who are you?
The infantry.
The war's long over, old man. Nobody cares.
Go back to your museum and play soldier.
You open your mouth again, I'll shove your head up your ass.
Where are you going?
Goddammit! Sonofabitch!
This is ridiculous.
I'm sure that we can reach some understanding.
Look, Sergeant, we're already sorry for what's happened,
but there's nothing we can do about it.
You don't seem to understand. It's over.
Just what will you accomplish?
I'm going to make it right.
You want to set off the goddamn alarm?
Here. You'll need this. We'll get our asses shot off!
- He wants more money. - I don't like you. Tell him.
Oh, come on. Open it.
I know you didn't want to be a part of this.
I know that you're a man of honour,
but Lawrence had something on you from Vietnam,
something about the black market, I don't know what.
You made a mistake a long time ago.
You didn't want your name ruined, so you looked away.
I can sympathise with that.
But there's no reason to ruin everything now -
your name along with it.
You'll only do yourself harm and everybody else.
I don't give a shit. I'm going to do what's right.
Somebody's inside. Let's get out of here.
Wrong!
We're back in the shit again, Colonel.
Maclure - Christ, why?
It doesn't matter.
They screwed up.
I'm going to make things right.
Don't.
Don't!
I want you to do something for me.
What?
Delay your report for 48 hours.
That'll give me time to bury him with his name.
He deserves that.
- Please? - OK.
Thanks.
None of us who knew Sergeant Major Ross Maclure
could ever accuse him of being perfect.
However, only God can judge him now, and I won't...
and I won't apologise for him.
He was my friend.
He was a soldier.
We used to joke that being in the army
is not a matter of life and death.
It's more important than that.
We first met in Vietnam.
He was my sergeant. I was his lieutenant.
To this day, I don't know who served under who.
And it was his luck to be a hero in a war nobody liked.
He said to me the other day that winning his medal
was a lot easier than wearing it.
This is the second time
I've lost someone who meant everything.
Whenever I've come to visit this place,
I only hear the silence, the sense of loss.
Maclure heard something else. For him, I hope it was right.
There were so many things that I wished...
I could have said to him...
and to others.
And now that he's gone, I realise that...
nothing should be left unsaid...
even between people who don't say things easily.
So, here we are...
in this place that he loved so much.
Here to say goodbye.
If I know Maclure...
he would be impatient to be on his way.
Ready...
Aim.
Fire.
Take colours.
I'd like you to have this.
Do you want to go for a walk?
Yeah. I'd like that very much.
Come on.