We're going to approach this in an orderly, proficient manner, Sergeant Major.
Yes, sir.
I want you to be sure that each round of ammo...
...is counted and returned in the same way it was received.
- I'll personally dot the i's and cross the t's. - Sloppiness breeds inefficiency.
Your outfit could use some cleaning up, Gunney.
Sir, I want to issue my squad leader some night vision glasses.
- I should've thought of that. - That is not part of your TO&E.
I thought it might...
Fill out the proper request forms and send it through the chain of command.
Request forms?
Attention!
At ease, men.
Major Malcolm Powers, sir. Annapolis, Class of '71.
How are your men doing, Major?
My men are ready to fight to the death to protect our country, sir.
Let's hope that won't be necessary.
Have we ever served together?
I don't know, sir. Sergeant Major Choozoo and I...
...were in the 2nd Battalion in the 7th in 1968.
I had a rifle company in 1st Battalion, 7th.
We sure as hell chewed some of the same dirt, sir.
That's for sure. What's your assessment of this alert?
It's a cluster fuck.
Say again?
Marines are fighting men, sir, they shouldn't be sitting on their asses...
...filling out forms for equipment they should already have.
Interesting observation, Gunney.
Carry on, Major.
Now hear this. Now hear this.
This is it. We're going to war.
This has been an emergency deployment readiness exercise.
We are standing down. The alert is cancelled.
Damn it.
Maybe next time, sir.
You heard him. Move it out.
Aponte.
Oh, him.
Where is he?
What's wrong with you?
Nobody goes over the hill on me.
If you didn't have those stripes, I'd kick your ass around the block!
Yes, but since I'm not into violence...
...I'll refrain from kicking your ass at this particular time.
I'll give you a rebate on your life.
Besides, who the hell is Aponte?
He ain't heavy and he sure the hell ain't my brother.
Gunney Highway.
That's right. Gunney Highway.
Come in.
I'm sorry, but I had to tell him.
This is my wife, Sara. Clean that up a little, honey.
Gunney, I filled out all the forms there are.
What the Corps could give just isn't enough for the family.
So I took a job.
- You got a job? - Yes.
- You want out of the Marines? - No! No way.
Then we're going to have to cut through all the red tape B.S., aren't we?
- Yes, we are. - Knock it off.
Here. Here's a special fund. Gunnery sergeants only.
Don't worry, you can pay it back.
- Here. You better take him. Jesus Christ. - Thank you.
- What are you smiling at? - I always knew you were Santa Claus.
You pull another suckhead play like that...
...the only thing that will beat you to the brig is an ambulance.
Yes, sir, Gunnery Sergeant Highway, sir.
You can't leave the Duke of Cool!
This man has no social graces.
So?
Lureen down at the Palace said you had the night off.
Lureen talks too much.
Can I buy you a beer?
Jesus.
You can't come back after all this time, with no warning whatsoever.
Interfere at my place of work, almost started a brawl...
...almost lost me the only crummy job I could find.
Then you show up here, expecting me to just smooth as silk...
...invite you in for a sit-down and a smile.
It's always the same, Highway. All balls, no brains.
Is there something you're afraid of?
Yes. I'm afraid I'll dent that thick skull of yours with this frying pan.
- It wouldn't be the first time, would it? - No.
Nice place you have here.
Thanks. You want a glass?
- Feet still bothersome? - I hawk booze five nights a week.
There's no senior prom looming on my horizon.
To the old times.
Just as long as you don't say good times.
We had our share of those, too, didn't we?
I don't know. I can't think that far back.
How are you feeling?
Terrific.
Absolutely couldn't feel better.
What brings you here?
I'm back with Recon, back where I belong.
So?
It's different this time.
How?
I'm coming to the end of it. I don't know where I go from here.
I just want it to end as right as it was when I started.
Do you want some chips? There's pretzels.
Yes, thanks.
Fringe benefits of work.
Tell me something.
Did we mutually nurture each other?
I beg your pardon?
Did we communicate in a meaningful way in our relationship?
Relationship?
Hell, I thought we were married.
I've been thinking about the past lately.
I was just wondering what went wrong.
With what?
With me.
The Corps. With us.
That is so damn much like you.
You never could see that things just don't fit neatly into right and wrong.
What else is there?
It isn't that simple.
I went by those rooms that we rented when we got married.
Damn, they're small.
They say everything shrinks with age.
Tell me something.
What did you want out of our marriage?
We talked once about an avocado ranch...
...about buying a house with a barbecue in the back.
But then you'd volunteer for every damn war that came down the pike.
- Goddamn it! - What's the matter?
How could I be so stupid?
What do you mean?
- You changed tactics on me! - What are you talking about?
Gave up the old frontal assault, tried to outflank me.
I am onto you, Highway, and I want you out of here, right now!
You're not acting very dignified for a mature woman.
You old fucking Marine warhorse, I'll show you dignified!
You get out of here! Go on! Get the fuck out of here!
You better get your tail out of here or I'll get mad!
Take that, you old fuck!
I never want to see your craggy, old face again, you hear?
Don't ever come back. Ever!
She's as crazy as she's always been, for Christ's sake.
You asshole!
I hate you, Highway!
Fuck you!
Tonight's winner...
...is Miss Sarita Dwayne!
Wait a minute, man. That's bullshit.
You're trying to rip me off.
Nobody likes a sore loser.
I'm an equal opportunity ass-kicker. Let's vote.
You people have a right to vote.
Whoever voted for Miss Banana Titties, say, "'Yes."'
No!
All who voted for me, say, "'Rock the house."'
Rock the house!
No man. You all the faggot Mod Squad?
I don't play none of this jail give-up-the-booty bullshit.
Don't ask for my autograph.
You can rob me...
...you can starve me, you can beat me, and you can kill me...
...just don't bore me.
- I'm really glad I could help. - I owe you another dinner.
Powers will thin-slice your prick if he finds out about this!
- Sergeant Major! - Who are you?
Jones, 2nd Battalion. Recon Platoon.
Highway's platoon? Snap to, Marine. Give me a hand.
Highway knows I'm innocent. We're like brothers.
I posted his bail.
- He needs you, Aggie. - Until the next war.
Good thing we got him out.
Oh, shit.
Coffee.
I always wanted to check this place out.
Look at all this history.
Little Mary's served Marines from three wars.
How is he doing?
Aggie will put him back together again, just like she always has.
Highway's something else. High-speed, low drag.
No one better to be with if you're in a hot LZ.
Heartbreak Ridge.
It was the truth.
What's Heartbreak Ridge?
Listen, we have to understand each other...
...before we go any further.
Are we going any further?
You'll be out of the Corps soon.
But you are gung-ho, through and through. Always will be.
And there is no room in my future for a Marine.
I'm not sure I like how you say "'Marine."'
I can say "'Marine"' any damn way I choose.
I earned that right.
- That's right, you did. - I lived in a rathole...
...when they were bringing those boys home in those flag-draped, metal coffins.
I don't think I got a wink's sleep in 1968.
- Do you remember that year? - Yes. I remember.
I'd turn on the TV in the morning, I'd eat dinner in front of it every night...
...eyes glued, hoping to catch a glimpse of you on the news...
...and then praying I wouldn't.
Then I'd crawl into bed and wonder...
...where were you? What were you doing? Were you alive?
And I had no way of knowing.
I guess there are things that work harder on a woman than being shot at.
I swear the not knowing was the worst.
I'm sorry.
That's all right, baby.
That's all right.
We went up and down that dirt pile for six days and six nights.
Fixed bayonets, hand-to-hand. Fought them something fierce.
They gave back as good as they got. Lots of men died.
We were the 23rd Infantry.
We joined the Corps later.
We were younger than you are.
I never heard of any Heartbreak Ridge.
It's not in any of the history books. It's a little piece of war.
The place didn't have a name, just a number.
Stoney Jackson looked at it and said, "'Ladies...
"'... if this don't kill us, it'll break our hearts."'
- Who's Stoney Jackson? - Little Mary's husband.
He was our platoon sergeant.
He recommended Highway for his Congressional Medal of Honor.
Gunney Highway won the CMH?
He charged two machine gun nests by himself.
He didn't sleep for three days.
The final human wave he held off almost single-handedly.
When it was over...
...there was me, Stoney Jackson...
...and Tom Highway.
We were the only ones still alive.
What happened to Jackson?
He was killed at Khe Sahn in 1968.
Can I get you something to eat? I can fix it in no time.
No, thank you, ma'am.
Excuse me, ma'am. You don't happen to be up...
...when Gunney Highway leaves for the base, do you?
I pour his coffee and lay out his things.
Platoon, attention!
Right face!
Forward march!
Each platoon will proceed to the objective...
...which in this case is the Battalion Bear Pit.
Whoever reaches it first will get a 72-hour liberty.
Sir, it would be an honor, if you would accompany my platoon.
Thank you, Staff Sergeant.
Get out of your seats.
Johanson, tighten up that harness.
- Gunney, I'm afraid of heights. - So am I.
You are?
Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane is not a natural act...
...so let's do it right and enjoy the view.
Let's move.
We made it. We're the first platoon to reach the Bear Pit.
Not so quick, sir.
Darn. 1st Platoon.
Major. It's Highway.
Damn.
Come on, let's smoke 'em.
1st Platoon, follow me!
Recon wins.
Gunney, you don't know your place. 1st Platoon is the victor!
I say we have ourselves a dilemma, sir.
Sergeant Major, as my umpire, I order you to declare 1st Platoon the winner.
Sir, that wouldn't be fair.
What do you propose to resolve this situation?
Match-up.
Okay, men, get them off.
Get your shit off.
Get them out!
Recon!
Sergeant Major, 1st Platoon wins.
I don't see it that way, Major.
You're out of order, Gunney. 1st Platoon is king of the pit.
- How do you figure? - Your man cheated.
I say, he improvised.
He cheated!
He adapted. He overcame.
There's only one way to settle this.
Platoon sergeants, front and center.
Remember, Sergeant, I'm leading your platoon today.
Old man, it's time somebody put you in your place.
It felt great beating Major Powers' elite fighting unit!
I've been bitten by every bug known to mankind.
With all these bumps, you look like you got muscles.
I bet I have poison ivy.
You can get permanent light duty for all of the crud on your body.
Your dream come true. You won't have to do this bullshit any more.
Fuck you. I'm getting pretty good at this.
This man must be sick, ladies and gentlemen.
I'll tell you who's sick...
...Gunney Highway is the sickest individual I've ever come across.
That's right! Order today and get this record set from Recon Records...
...with songs like, Highway's a Sick Individual...
...Polish My Weapon and I'll Polish Yours.
That's my song! I like that one!
Bionic Marine.
- That's it! Bionic Marine. - Yes, do that one!
"'We kicked a lot of ass, at a place called Heartbreak Ridge
"'Don't fuck with Scarface Highway, baddest jarhead there is
"'He's a bad, psycho mother, bionic Marine
"'A leatherneck lifer, who likes the barracks clean
- "'He kicked Powers in the ass - "'Whipped him upside the head
"'lf you fuck with this sick mother, then you are going to end up dead
"'He's a fire-pissing jarhead, bionic Marine
"'Salty dog doesn't wear anything but Marine Corps green
- "'No time to shit or shower - "'No time to smoke a cig
"'Don't fuck with Gunney Highway, or you'll end up in the brig"'
I'll tell you something else.
Highway won the Congressional Medal of Honor at Heartbreak Ridge.
- Check that out. - The CMH!
I knew he was bad, but not that bad.
Major Powers wants statements from each and every of you.
What kind of statement?
Gunnery Sergeant Highway used live ammunition...
...with unauthorized weapons in the training exercise.
Says who?
I thought you guys didn't like Highway.
I heard that AK-47 fire coming from your AO.
Don't you want to go back to the way it was?
Nobody fucking with you?
Seems to me that no one is going to fuck with us the way things are now.
There's weekend liberty in it for all of you.
I'll start with you.
I got nothing to say.
- You? - No hablo ingl�s.
This can go hard on you all if you aren't going to cooperate.
We don't have anything to say to you, Webster.
Why don't you take your ass back to that 1st Platoon of yours...
...and don't go away mad. Just go away.
You've been told.
- I hate social functions. - You're going to love it.
Your presence is requested at the MAU Commander's open house.
- Full military dress. - Piss on that.
You'll be there, Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway.
Stand tall, look sharp, and wear all your ribbons...
...so these people can see a hero who isn't dead.
- Let's find the bar. - Good idea.
How are you this evening? Thank you.
I'm privileged to greet a Medal of Honor winner.
Thank you, sir.
Run into any cluster fucks lately?
No. Not lately, sir.
Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy the party.
I love to see the brass snap to attention when they see that little ribbon.
What do you do at a party like this, stick out your little pinkie?
Just don't unzip and stick Old Blue out.
Didn't J.J. Johnson do that at a WAVE party in San Diego?
No! That was me. J.J. mooned the ARVN General at China Beach.
Let's drink a toast to J.J. and all of the pieces of him we couldn't find.
Funniest guy I ever met.
One thing about a party like this, the conversation is so adult.
Choozoo, I think I'm going to head for the back door of this place.
And lose all this joy?
You won't be upset if I cut in, will you?
I'll get over it.
I'll go see what the chow's like.
Would you like to dance?
- What are you doing here? - I'm still on the mailing list.
- Yes? - Yes.
What's so funny?
I was just thinking, this reminds me of the Senior Prom...
...and the chaperone with the ruler.
"'Now, Agnes Ann, you remember, you keep eight inches of daylight...
"'... between you and that young man you're dancing with."'
Yes. I do remember that.
Wasn't that the first night we ever...
Yes. Yes, it was.
Agnes Ann, you were a wild creature, I must say.
What do your magazines say about that?
I don't know. I haven't gotten to that part yet.
Are you still reading them?
Affirmative.
What do they say about ex-wives?
Not too much. Just that sex is great because...
...you don't have to establish a relationship or be meaningful.
- You really are trying to understand us. - The best I can, yes.
Is that because you can't be a Marine anymore and you have no place to go?
I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.
That's all right.
We've known each other too long...
...to run away just over a little thing like tearing each other's guts out.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
It never seems to work out between you and me.
- With her husband. - I see.
- I'm having a great time. - It's a whole family gathering.
I've been thinking about that avocado ranch we talked about.
Tom, Roy has asked me to marry him.
What'd you say?
Attention, please!
The 22nd Marine Amphibious Unit's alert status has been upgraded.
All officers and staff NCOs will return immediately to their units.
Thank you.
This is another bullshit alert, right?
We're going to war, men.
We're going to assist with the rescue of American citizens on the island of Grenada.
The island of what?
Grenada. It's a Caribbean island also known as "'the Isle of Spice."'
It's 86 nautical miles from Venezuela.
Our mission is to helo-cast into a small bay...
...and recon before the Marine landing force.
No, I can't do that. I forgot my suntan oil.
It's time to earn your pay. Let's move.
Pick it up. Let's go.
Now hear this! Now hear this! Flight deck, prepare to launch helo.
Your glasses.
Get ready.
Choozoo, do you read me?
Choozoo, this is Highway. Do you read me?
Battalion wants your platoon to recon toward the university.
You stay low around Powers.
See you when it's over.
Spread out.
What was that?
An AK-47. It has a distinctive sound. Proceed swiftly and with caution, brothers.
- Get that 60 going around the corner. - All right.
Cover my ass.
Highway's crazy, man.
They've pulled out, Lieutenant.
All right, Aponte.
Slowly.
Cubans.
Three-man recon team.
We better spread out. I'm sure they've got buddies around here.
Let's go.
Spread the fuck out. Let's go.
Go ahead.
We forgot the beer and the hotdogs. I'll go back to New York and get them.
- You run engines as good as your mouth? - Jones is the name, hot wire is the game.
Fragetti, go with him.
- You set? Let's go. - Let's do it.
Swede, get up there with that M-60.
Yes!
Here comes the Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a.
You stay right there, sucker.
Stay low.
Jesus.
Please forgive me.
Let's go.
Get in there. Tell them who you are, so no friendlies get hurt.
Hello, happening hostages. I'm Stitch Jones, Mr. Funkadelic.
Try "'U.S. Marine,"' shithead.
All clear.
United States Marines!
You've improved.
Goddamn it. Gunney!
U.S. Marines, ma'am.
- U.S. Marines! - Is everybody all right?
You know what they say about college, a behind is a terrible thing to waste.
Delta Company said they will give us surfboards and let us go to the beach.
One student kissed me four times. I think I'm in love.
- Was he good-Iooking, Profile? - It was a girl, Gunney.
Clean your weapons. Check your ammo.
All secured, sir. No casualties, no sign of enemy.
Very good. I want to get some pictures before we wrap this mission.
We've encountered some heavy resistance along the way, sir.
- Probably local fanatics. - Negative.
Cuban regulars with Russian rifles.
That data has already been factored in.
- Sergeant? It's Battalion. - Go ahead.
Big Daddy says, "'Get off your ass and get back in the war."' His words, sir.
He says he wants to recon that hill.
He says one of our fly-fly boys saw some armor.
You're full of all kinds of good news.
You're too ugly to live forever.
Gunney, recon that hill.
Wait for Foxtrot Company before launching any assault. Stay in contact.
Shall I send back data, sir, or is that already factored in?
Move out.
I think Powers is hot for you. You better watch your back.
Let's move out, Recon. Form up.
Keep moving.
Get down.
Bad mistake, coming in here like this.
- It's my fault, Gunney. I led them up here. - Apologize to their mothers.
Jesus, Gunney!
Lay some steel on those targets there.
Aponte!
Radio Battalion for air support.
Gunney, I think Profile is dead.
Don't let him die, Gunney.
That's not up to me.
Come on. Stay down, everyone. Let's go.
- How you doing? - I'm okay.
Doing better than Profile.
I can still fight.
We'll make it out of here?
- You got a date, Collins? - You never know.
Gunney, I got Profile killed.
It was his time. And when it's your time, your time is up.
I could have gotten them all killed.
Yes, but you didn't. Just don't make the same mistake twice.
Right.
I think I figured out a way to call an air strike...
...if we can find out where this line is cut.
Jones!
- That's my name, loving's my game. - Thanks for volunteering.
Say what?
Get on the roof. Find out where this line is cut.
Come on, men. Don't stand there, damn it.
I wish I was back in New Jersey, watching The Flintstones.
This is bullshit.
Don't you motherfuckers know who you're shooting at?
I'm the Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a.
Big banana-eating, bean-farting motherfuckers don't speak English.
Hello?
It works.
Damn right, it works. I almost got my ass shot off for Ma Bell.
Hello? Operator?
Yes. I want to make an emergency, long distance call...
...to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Collect.
What?
Anybody have a credit card? They won't make collect calls.
Have no fear. Stitch is here, and I never go to combat without my plastic.
Yes.
6-6-0...
...5- 5-8...
...0- 7-1-1...
Camp Lejeune?
Are you for real?
Grid 2-1-9...
...6- 3-2-1-8.
- Did they get it? - I don't know. The phone went dead.
Give me that.
Gunney, where are you going?
If they don't see our marker, we'll be in real trouble.
But you don't know if we got through.
We'll have to improvise, sir.
Highway's been hit!
What are we going to do, sir?
Let's go.
Don't die, man.
Gunney!
Jones.
Just because we are holding hands doesn't mean we'll take warm showers...
...until the wee hours of the morning. You hear me?
- I thought you were dead. - Wishful thinking.
Lieutenant, what are we waiting for?
All right, you devil dogs, let's take that fucking hill!
Go!
Get them out of there.
Move it! Get your hands up!
All secure, sir!
- Corporal Jones! - Yes, sir!
Move them out.
You heard him, men! Move them out!
Just what the hell do you think you were doing?
Just enjoying the view, sir.
You disobeyed a direct order.
I told you to stay in contact and not take this hill without me.
Get on your feet, Highway!
With all due respect, sir, you're beginning to bore the hell out of me.
- Who's in charge here? - I am, sir. Major Malcolm Powers.
Did you lead this assault?
Lieutenant Ring and Gunnery Sergeant Highway disobeyed a direct order, sir.
I told them to wait for support, but they still charged this hill.
Why?
Because we're paid to improvise, sir. To overcome, to adapt.
I gave the order to take this hill, sir.
Ring, this is going to ruin your career.
- Are you new to the infantry, Major? - Yes, sir. I came over from Supply.
- Were you good at that? - Yes, sir!
Then stick to it, because you're a cluster fuck as an infantry officer.
This is a Marine Amphibious Unit, Major.
My men are hard chargers.
Ring and Highway took a handful of young fire-pissers...
...exercised some personal initiative, and kicked ass!
- Good work, Lieutenant. - Thank you, sir!
Lieutenant, see that those students are escorted back to Cherry Point.
You're dismissed!
What are you two sorry-assed individuals looking at?
Get out of my LZ.
Semper Fi.
Chooz, I guess we're not 0-1-1 now.
- There's my family. - All right.
- Got anybody here? - No.
But it's a beautiful day and I'm ready to play.
- Give them hell, man. - Definitely.
Like I said, I'm ready to play. You know what I mean?
Anytime, man.
You'll be a civilian soon.
Grow your hair long, sleep late, become an asshole rock and roll star.
Sergeant Major Choozoo gave me re-up papers.
And you signed them?
Yes, Gunney, I'm a better Marine than I was a singer.
You're also a lot dumber than I thought you were, too.
What about you?
No, I've had it. No room in this man's Corps for me now.
Besides, they've got you.
I guess all of these marching bands and parades are old stuff to you.
To tell you the truth, this is the first time.
There are my ladies.
Gunney, duty calls.
Original Subtitle by SOFTITLER
Readjusted by Gunshi for iNTERNAL-FFM