Personally, I think...
...they don't want to be involved in this war.
I think they sort of...
...took away our freedom and gave it to the gooks. They don't want it.
They'd rather be alive than free.
Poor dumb bastards.
The ones I'm fighting at are some pretty...
...pretty bad boys. I'm not real, uh...
I'm not real keen on...
...these fellows that are supposedly on our side.
I keep meeting them coming the other way.
We get killed for these people and they don't even appreciate it.
They think it's a big joke.
If you ask me...
...we're shooting the wrong gooks.
It depends. I'm here to take combat photos.
But if the shit gets too thick, I'll go to the rifle.
What do I think of America's involvement in the war?
I think we should win.
I hate Vietnam.
There's not one horse in the whole country.
There's something wrong with that.
[Cowboy chuckles]
If they'd send us more guys maybe...
...and bomb the hell out of the North, they might give up.
I wanted to see ex otic Vietnam...
...the jewel of Southeast Asia.
I wanted to meet...
...interesting people of an ancient culture and kill them.
I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill.
[Moped engine hums]
[Marines hoot and make sexual advances]
COWBOY: 'Morning, little schoolgirl.
I'm a little schoolboy, too.
[Marines laugh]
COWBOY: What you got there? PIMP: Do you want No. 1 fuckee?
MARINES: Oh, yeah!
COWBOY: Any of you boys want No. 1 fuckee?
JOKER: I'm so horny I can't even get a piece of hand!
Me want suckee.
Suckee, fuckee, she give you everything you want. Long time.
COWBOY: Everything you want! All right!
How much, chief?
$15 each.
MARINES: No!
COWBOY: $15 beaucoup money.
$5 each.
Come on, she love you good.
Boom-boom long time. $10.
COWBOY: $5.
No, $10.
Trade you some ARVN rifles.
Never been fired and only dropped once.
[Marines laugh]
Okay, $5. You give me.
[Marines cheer in agreement]
Let's get mounted.
[Hooker and pimp converse in Vietnamese]
Something wrong, chief?
She says no boom-boom with you.
What the motherfuck?
She says soul brother too beaucoup.
He's saying you black boys pack too much meat!
[Marines hoot]
Too beaucoup, too beaucoup.
[Marines laugh]
She looks like she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.
She say too beaucoup. Too beaucoup.
Excuse me, ma'am.
What we have here is a magnificent...
...specimen of pure Alabama blacksnake.
But it ain't too goddamn beaucoup.
Okay. Okay.
COWBOY: We need a batting order. ANIMAL MOTHER: I'm going first.
Back off, white bread. Don't get between a dog and his meat.
All fucking niggers must fucking hang.
[Marines mock Animal Mother]
Hey, I won't be long. I'll skip the foreplay.
EIGHTBALL: I don't want it after you! CRAZY EARL: Fuck you!
[Gunfire in distance]
JOKER: Intelligence passed the word down...
...that during the night the N.V.A. pulled out of our area...
...to positions across the Perfume River.
Our squad is sent on patrol to check out the report.
[Gunfire continues in distance]
Face outboard and take cover! Do it!
[Weapons clanking]
[Doc Jay gasping]
DOC JA Y: He ain't going to make it.
COWBOY: Hotel One Actual, this is Cowboy.
Hotel One Actual, this is Cowboy.
[Murphy responds on field radio]
Murph, this is Cowboy.
Crazy's hit. Booby trap.
Wait one.
You're senior NCO. Take charge and continue with the patrol.
Call in at the next checkpoint. Over.
COWBOY: Roger. Understand.
[Cowboy breathes heavily]
COWBOY: I'm squad leader.
JOKER: I'll follow you anywhere, scumbag.
DOC JA Y: He's dead.
[Cowboy breathes heavily]
[Tank engines hum in distance]
[Gunfire in distance]
[Gunfire continues in distance]
COWBOY: What's up?
We made a mistake at the last checkpoint.
See what you think.
I think we're here...
...and we should be here.
We're here?
We should be here?
Fuck.
What do you think?
I think we should change direction.
[Gunfire continues in distance]
We'll change direction.
JOKER: What's up?
Change in direction.
Are we lost?
Joker, shut the fuck up!
COWBOY: Okay, listen up!
Can you hear me?
We're changing direction.
We're heading over that way.
Eightball's going to find a way through.
Got it?
[AII agree]
Eightball, let's dance.
Put a nigger behind the trigger.
[Gunfire continues in distance]
[Gunshot]
[Eightball screams]
[Rapid machine gun shots]
COWBOY: Cease fire!
Cease fire, goddamn it!
Cool it, goddamn it! Cease fire!
[Marines shout]
Listen up! Did anybody see a sniper? Did anybody see anything?
MARINES: Did anybody see a sniper?
RAFTERMAN: Negative!
Save your ammo! Nobody fire till I tell you!
[Eightball groans]
[Rapid gunfire]
COWBOY: No! Cease fire! Cease fire!
Animal, cease fire!
It's Sergeant Murphy.
Cowboy. Over.
MURPHY: Murphy. What is your present position? Over.
Receiving enemy sniper fire.
Eightball is down.
We're half a klick north of checkpoint No. 4.
Possible strong enemy forces in front of us.
Request immediate tank support. Over.
MURPHY: Roger. Understand.
I'll see what I can do. Over.
Roger. Over and out.
COWBOY: Stay close.
Listen up! I think we're being set up for an ambush.
There may be strong enemy forces in those buildings.
I've requested tank support.
We'll sit tight...
...but keep our eyes open. If they hit us...
...we'll have to pull back fast.
[Eightball screams]
Goddamn it! Cease your fire, Mother!
Cease your fucking fire!
[Marines screaming]
DOC JA Y: We can't leave him!
We'll get him when the tank comes up.
He's hit three times! He can't wait!
That sniper's just trying to suck us in one at a time.
[Gunshot, Eightball screams]
Goddamn it! No!
[Rapid machine gun shots]
Goddamn it, cease fire!
DOC JA Y: Fuck this shit! I'm going in to bring him out!
COWBOY: Sit the fuck down, goddamn it!
[Rapid machine gun shots]
COWBOY: Okay, cease fire! He's there!
[Gunshots continue]
[Gunshot, Doc Jay screams]
Hold your fire!
COWBOY: You can't see the sniper!
Save the ammo! Nobody fire till I tell you! Nobody!
[Doc Jay screams]
Hold your fire!
ANIMAL MOTHER: What the fuck do we do now?
Give me that fucking radio.
Murph? This is Cowboy. Over.
We're in deep shit. Two men down. What's the story on the tank? Over.
MURPHY: Sorry, Cowboy.
No luck so far with the tank.
Will advise. Over.
Roger. Out.
COWBOY: Numb-nut bastards.
Okay, listen up!
Can't wait for the tank.
They're going to hit us any minute.
When they do, we won't have time.
We have to pull out now. Get ready.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Wait! Hold it!
Nobody's pulling out!
There's only one fucking sniper!
Back off!
I'm calling the plays and I say we pull out!
What about Doc Jay and Eightball?
It's shitty, but we can't refuse to accept the situation.
We're not leaving them out there!
COWBOY: They're wasted!
You know that!
Come on, we gotta bring them back.
Let's do it!
Stand down! That's a direct order.
[Gunshot, Doc Jay screams]
Fuck you, Cowboy! Fuck all you assholes!
[Rapid machine gun shots]
COWBOY: Goddamn it!
ANIMAL MOTHER: Fucking son of a bitch!
You motherfucker!
[Rapid machine gun shots continue]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Where's the sniper?
Doc, where's the sniper?
[Rapid machine gun shots]
Shit!
Shit! Fuck!
[Gunshot]
Fuck!
ANIMAL MOTHER: Doc Jay and Eightball are wasted!
There's only one sniper!
Move up the squad! You're clear up to here!
COWBOY: Son of a bitch.
No-Doze, Stutten, Donlon, Rock, come with me. We'll take a look.
COWBOY: You stay put and cover our ass!
We may come back in a big hurry!
JOKER: I'm going with you. RAFTERMAN: I'm coming, too.
COWBOY: All set? MARINES: Yeah.
Let's move!
[Gun firing in distance]
[Weapons rattling]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Top of the building, round the corner.
[Gun firing in distance]
Give me that radio.
This is Cowboy. Over.
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot echoes repeatedly]
RAFTERMAN: Holy shit! The sniper has a clean shot through the hole!
[Rapid gunshots]
[Panicked reactions]
That son of a bitch!
JOKER: You'll be all right.
Don't shit me, Joker!
JOKER: I'm not. You're my favorite turd.
DONLON: Hang on, man! Hang on!
I can hack it.
Let's go get some payback.
Okay.
[Weapons rattling]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Watch that fucking hole.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Give them some smoke.
[Mortar shots]
[More mortar shots]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Ready?
[SIow, suspenseful instrumental music, background]
ANIMAL MOTHER: Donlon, Rock, that way. You two, with me.
ANIMAL MOTHER: Joker, in there! New Guy!
[SIow, suspenseful instrumental music continues]
RAFTERMAN: We got the sniper!
[Sniper breathes heavily]
ANIMAL MOTHER: What's up?
JOKER: We got the sniper.
RAFTERMAN: I saved Joker's ass.
I got the sniper.
RAFTERMAN: I fucking blew her away!
RAFTERMAN: Am I bad?
RAFTERMAN: Am I a life-taker? Am I a heartbreaker?
[Sniper prays]
What's she saying?
She's praying.
T.H.E. ROCK: No more boom-boom for this baby-san.
There's nothing we can do for her.
She's dead meat.
Okay.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
What about her?
Fuck her.
Let her rot.
[SIow, melancholic instrumental music, background]
[Sniper continues to pray]
We can't just leave her here.
Hey, asshole...
...Cowboy's wasted.
You're fresh out of friends.
I'm running this squad now.
And I say we leave the gook for the mother-Ioving rats.
I'm not trying to run this squad.
I'm just saying we can't leave her like this.
[SIow, melancholic instrumental music continues]
[Sniper gasping]
Shoot...me.
Shoot...
...me.
If you want to waste her, go on...
...waste her.
[SIow, dramatic instrumental music, background]
Shoot.
[Gunshot]
[Rafterman cackles]
RAFTERMAN: We'll have to put you up for the Congressional Medal of...Ugly!
DONLON: Hardcore, man.
DONLON: Fucking hardcore.
[SIow, dramatic instrumental music continues]
JOKER: We have nailed our names in the pages of history enough for today.
We hump down to the Perfume River to set in for the night.
[Marines chanting in cadence]
MARINES: "We play fair and we work hard And we're in harmony
"M-l-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
"Forever let us hold our banner high
"Boys and girls from far and near
"You're welcome as can be
"M-l-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
"Who's the leader of the club..."
JOKER: My thoughts drift back to erect-nipple wet dreams...
...about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the great homecoming fuck fantasy.
I am so happy that I am alive...
...in one piece, and short.
I'm in a world of shit, yes.
But I am alive.
And I am not afraid.
[Cadenced chanting continues]