The.Presidio.1988.1080p.BRRip.x264.YIFY
Try to imagine: Colonel Gray's secretary.
Unbelievable. I mean I'm talking Hoover here.
She's been after my ass for months.
Uh-uh. Jody called in sick.
I'm gonna put you on a desk du... My ass you are.
Well, stay on the radio. The fog's a bitch out there tonight.
I saw some activity awhile ago at Fort Point.
Patti Jean, if you get cold out there, you give me a call.
I got a jacket.
- It's not the same as a man. - Neither are you.
Unit One Foxtrot is 10-8.
Unit One Foxtrot to Dispatch 297.
Scared away a couple of lovebirds.
Judging by the car, you'd think they could afford a nice motel room.
- 10-4 One Foxtrot. Stay on the handset, Patti Jean. - Yes, Daddy.
One Foxtrot to Dispatch 297.
Checking an open door at Officers' Club.
One Foxtrot stand by for Unit Two Bravo to back you up.
Stay where you are, Patti Jean. Bud's leaving right now. Stay where you are.
Freeze!
Presidio, this is Unit One Bravo. I've had a T.A.
Suspect vehicle, light-coloured Lincoln
heading southbound on Bernard from Presidio.
Get him. The bastard run me off the road! Son of a bitch!
Shit! Hang on.
We've got him! We've got him! He's heading for the Arguello Gate.
Stay on the base, Zeke. Do not pursue off base.
SFPD will be notified. They will respond.
Do you read me?
Zeke, answer me, damn it!
We want to catch him we'll have to cut him off!
- You all right? - Yeah.
Hey, scuzzball.
What's this, plant food?
Come on, Ace. That's not my stuff.
- No? - No.
I borrowed this vest from a friend of mine tonight, alright? And it belongs to him.
That's what it is.
Is that right?
All units. Possible 459.
'86 Lincoln traveling eastbound on Lombard.
Come on, Schmitty. Let's move.
Hang in there, Leroy.
Save this for me till we get back.
- Hey, gentlemen, this is not legal. - So sue us!
Dispatch, we are in pursuit of a silver Lincoln traveling southbound on Arguello from California,
at speeds in excess of 70mph and climbing.
Roger, Edward Five. All units in the area, please respond.
Edward Five, eastbound California.
Roger, Edward Five.
Austin.
Yeah. Be right there.
Howard, I'm gonna give you one more chance.
- Who were you with? - I don't know jack shit.
Come on Howard, you're too dumb to have done something like this by yourself.
Come on. When you were in the army,
you were stationed at the Presidio, weren't you?
Uh-hm. Why?
There's been a shooting. I'd like you to handle it.
A Colonel by the name of Caldwell, he's in charge.
Yeah. I know him. I don't like him.
So? Don't take any shit from the Army.
Howard, my man, this doesn't look too good for you.
This will be your third time down.
Third time. Ooh. That's the big one.
- Eat shit! - You got that wrong there.
I'm gonna be in restaurants eating steak and lobster.
You'll be in the slam for the rest of your life.
Shit is what you'll be eating. It's their best entree!
Howard is beginning to see the light.
- You'll be OK. You'll be OK. I'll get help. - My heart!
- What? - Priest. - What?
Right there man!
You move, and I'll kill the cop!
Take your gun out. Nice and easy, by the barrel. Drop it on the ground and kick it to me.
Do it now, or I'll fucking blow him away! I swear to...
- Don't give him your gun. - Give me the goddam gun. You want to die, cop?
Nope. Do you?
- Put the gun away. - Give me the gun! I'm gonna do it.
Think about it, pal.
You shoot me, he's going to shoot you.
No. Keep your eyes on me. If you take your eyes off me I guarantee I'll kill you.
I'll do it!
Either way pal, you're dead.
- I'm gonna shoot! - You know, you keep saying that.
I don't think you're gonna do it.
He's got his hand on his gun now.
It's not quite working out the way you thought it was, huh?
Live or die asshole. Your choice.
I need some help in here, now!
OK, everybody. Let's go. Move back. Let's go.
It doesn't concern you. Let's go.
The show's over. Come on. Back. Back.
Hey Zeke, how's it hanging?
Austin. What in the hell are you doing here?
- No shit? - No shit.
You didn't steal that?
What happened, some officer shoot himself in the foot?
It's Patti Jean. She never had a chance.
- I'm sorry, Jay. - Is the old man inside?
If there's anything I can do...?
It's a kentia palm, sir.
Sergeant Mueller, I don't care what it's called. When did you last water it?
Excuse me sir, would the Colonel like me to type up my report?
Who are you?
John Mueller, sir. I manage the Officers' Club.
You checked the inventory?
Yes sir, but there's nothing in here to steal, just supplies.
No? Well somebody wanted something because somebody broke in here and killed that girl.
- Yes, sir. - Don't call me sir.
Anything missing?
No, sir... I mean, no. Nothing.
- The rear door's been jimmied. - Yeah, I noticed that.
My people will handle this from now on.
- I don't want your guys to touch anything. - Oh, really?
Listen to me.
What we've got here is a multi-jurisdictional investigation involving the cooperation of the army
and the San Francisco Police Department. Now I'm the police part.
As far as I know CID still handles felonies, don't they?
So, unless I miss my guess,
you're still the provost marshal. Isn't that right? - Uh-huh.
Sir.
- Are you done? - Maybe.
Now listen, boy.
I was prepared to cut you a little slack because of Patti Jean.
Well, your time's up, so listen real good to what I'm gonna tell you.
This is my command here.
You watch your mouth when you're here.
Or I just might cut off your balls and serve them up for breakfast.
- Do you understand me? - Oh, yes, sir.
Good.
Mueller, did you water this plant?
Say something.
- What? - That's a start.
I'm Inspector Jay Austin, San Francisco Police Department.
- Who are you? - You didn't do that right.
You're supposed to show me your ID.
Close the door.
- What? - Close the door.
Hello. Inspector Austin, San Francisco Police Department.
I'm looking for Colonel Caldwell.
This is where he lives. He works somewhere else.
I figured that.
You wanna wait on the porch, Inspector Jay Austin?
No, I wanna come in.
Donna Caldwell, the colonel's daughter.
- Did you here about the MP that was killed last night? - Uh-hm.
Yah, the phone's been ringing off the hook.
Such a small post. Never any excitement.
Tell me about it. I used to be an MP here a few years back, under your father's command.
- I never knew he had a daughter, though. - I was away at school until last month. - Why did you leave the army?
- I had my reasons. - Was my father one of them? - Yeah.
- You're very pretty.
- Is it hard? - Is what hard?
- Being a policeman. - Oh, yeah.
Inspector Austin, are you flirting with me?
Yah, I thought it was the other way around.
- You know, your father is gonna tell you all kinds of things about me. - What kind of things?
- Hmm. Not the good kind.
Are they true?
Find out for yourself. Want to have dinner with me tonight?
- You don't waste much time, do you. - How do I get hold of you without going thru your father?
- I should have made decaf. - Listen.
He's gonna come walking thru that door any minute. He's an intelligent guy.
He's gonna take one look at you and me talking and he's gonna figure out right off what's going on.
- What's going on? - How attracted you are to me.
You'll have him climbing the walls. Then later, when he gets you alone,
he's gonna tell you what a jerk I am, and he's gonna order you to stay away from me.
No. My father doesn't order me to do anything. We have an agreement.
- He'll break it. - No he won't. We made it when I was seven years old.
- You were never seven years old. Free tonight? - I'm a free woman.
My card. My home address is on it. Here's my phone number.
Call me.
You remember Jay Austin?
Yeah. I remember.
He remembers you.
What are you doing in my house?
I got a ballistics match on the weapon that was used to kill the patrolman -
the slugs match the ones in Patti Jean. - So?
- They all came from a Tokarov 33.
So it's Russian.
It's still a long way to come for a cup of coffee.
- What do you want? - Well, I thought I could use your help,..
and it would be best not to go thru channels. My instincts tell me it belongs to someone on the base.
Your instincts suck.
It could belong to anybody. It could even belong to a Russian. They do have a consulate, remember?
Or it could belong to someone who brought it back from Vietnam as a war trophy.
I'm only going to ask you one more time. What do you want?
I spoke with a Sergeant Garfield this morning at the pistol range, and I asked
him if he knew anyone who owned a Tokarov on the base.
He said he might.
When I tried to get more information out of him, he
suddenly got amnesia and threw a lot of red tape in my face.
And you want me to talk to Garfield.
I thought you told me you only wanted to go through CID,
and I was just a provost marshal. - Tell you what.
Forget it.
Wait!
Let's go.
- Afternoon, sir. - At ease, Sergeant.
This is Inspector Austin, San Francisco police.
- I spoke to you one the phone about a Tokarov 33. - Yeah.
- You got one stored here? - Nope.
When I spoke with you on the phone, you mentioned you might have some information for me.
That's right, but you didn't ask me about any information.
You asked if the weapon was stored here.
Fine.
Yeah, I'm having fun. Are you having fun?
All right, what information do you have for me on a Tokarov 33?
I worked on one for an officer, as a favor to him.
It had a busted firing pin.
I had to make him a whole new one. Made it from scratch... out of tooled steel...
Name of the officer?
Godammit, forget about him. You look at me. The name of the officer?
- Colonel Lawrence. - Paul Lawrence?
You knew.
You goddamn knew.
That's all, Sergeant.
Did I say something I shouldn't?
- Let's go talk to him. - No way.
I'll get a warrant.
See how far you get trying to serve it on a federal reservation.
Since you got back here, you've been trying to piss on me like I'm a tree in a park.
Because you thought you didn't need me.
So, suddenly it's a little different... No!
If you want to talk to Colonel Lawrence, you do it my way. Got that?
Whatever happened between you and Lawrence happened a long time ago.
You were wrong then, and you're wrong now.
There's a proper way to do things. And if you want to do anything with my help,
you're going to do it the proper way.
- You coming? - I'll walk.
.. Air Force academy as a freshman
and decided to become a civilian once again.
The bears on the one. Gilbert.
There's MacDougal, going in motion.
There's the hand-off, right side, a dive, and he doesn't get in.
Who's winning?
I don't know. The bad guys, probably. You're not going out dressed like that, are ya?
- Like what? - Why you can see right through that dress.
- You might as well go out without one? - There's a thought.
Good night.
You're gonna see Austin, aren't you?
I don't think that's a good idea.
- Yah, he told me you'd say that. - Oh did he. Did he tell you why?
- That's between you and him. - Correct. And you shouldn't get in the middle.
- We're just going out to dinner. I don't tell you who to see. - You're damn right you don't!
If I did, I don't think I'd choose Myra,
That's her name isn't it? The redhead who makes you breakfast on Thursday mornings.
That's different.
There are certain things you don't know.
- Austin was an MP here, and I was his CO. - He told me.
- He told you a lot. - Some things.
Oh, don't be fooled by him. He has no respect for women.
And you have enormous respect for Myra. I certainly do!
He'll use you to get at me.
Gonna fight again?
Look. I care what happens to you.
I know that. What is with you two anyway, huh?
Ah it happened a couple of years ago. You were away at school.
- He and Patti Jean Lynch were out on patrol. - The girl who was shot the other night?
They pulled over Paul Lawrence, who had a little too much to drink, words were exchanged,
- and Austin blew up. - What do you mean, blew up?
Well he claimed that Lawrence had insulted the girl,
so he beat the hell out of him and then threw him in the drunk tank.
And you went down right down and you got Lawrence and you took him home.
Even if Lawrence had insulted the girl,
there's no way he can justify beating him up.
- That depends on the insult, doesn't it. - No. He was out of line, he was an MP.
How the hell can you defend him, you don't even know the guy!
- I have a right to find out about him. Don't I. - I don't want you seeing him.
- Is that an order? - Yes, it is.
And what about our agreement?
Yeah. He told me you'd break that, too.
Don't wait up for me. I'm going to be late.
Shit on a stick.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Am I late? - 10 minutes.
10 minutes isn't late.
In my house after 5 minutes they call out a search party.
You look great.
- Some people say I look like my father. - Christ, what a thought!
- He know where you are? - Yeah, he knows.
I got a question for you, and I need a straight answer.
- That's the only kind I got. - Why'd you want to have dinner with me tonight?
Why do you think?
I'm not sure. My father thinks you're using me to get at him.
- What do you think? - I said I'm not sure.
Your father and I don't like each other much. That's no big secret.
There was an incident when I was an MP at the Presidio.
I busted a Colonel named Lawrence, a real sloppy drunk. I threw him in the tank.
Did you beat him up first?
Yeah. I told you your father was going to tell you a lot of garbage about me.
You also told me to find out for myself. Did you beat him up?
He resisted arrest, then started on my partner, who was a woman.
Oh. And were you involved with your partner?
She was my partner. Lawrence was way out of line. He took a swing at me, missed.
I hit him - once.
- Were you out of line? - It depends on how you look at it. - How do you look at it? - No way. He deserved it.
And the son of a bitch had the balls to demand that they court martial me.
So in walked your father.
What a sight - not a wrinkle on him.
He didn't want to know why. He didn't care.
"Why?" isn't in his book, just "how much? When? What?"
See, there was an officer involved.
That's all that mattered, not my word. Hell no.
I was just one of his men.
You want to know what the colonel did?
Backed Lawrence.
He walked. And I lost one of my stripes.
That's it. So I got out.
I'm here because I'm interested in you, not your father.
- Prove it. - What?
The way I see it, we can do this either of two ways -
we can sit here and talk for a few hours and wonder what it would be like to be alone together...
or we could just cut to the chase.
- Pull across the street. Follow me. - Oh No. I think you should follow me.
You don't know where you're going.
What are you doing?
Gave me your address, remember?
Oh, God. 322a
Come on. 322b
Aah... after I got out of school, I just thought I'd move back home until I got settled. Until I figured out what I was going to do. 322c
My father would be happy if I married an officer and had a million kids. 322d
Would it make you happy? 322e
How about your mom? She and your father get divorced? 322f
Nope. 322g
My mother killed herself when I was two. 322h
Sorry.
Where you going?
I've gotta get back.
- I want to see you again. - I'll call you.
- You take it easy. I'll do the talking. - OK.
Good morning, sir. Colonel Lawrence is expecting you.
Thank you.
- Good to see you, Alan. - Paul.
- What's he doing here? - I need to ask you a couple of questions.
- What the hell is this? - I'm afraid it's official business.
- Where's the gun, asshole? - What? - You really are smooth.
- Where's the damn Tokarov? - Up yours, kid!
He needs the gun. It's part of a homicide investigation.
I don't have to answer any of his dipshit questions. And I'm not going to.
Listen to me, Paul, you're marking time. He can get a federal judge.
- Let him. I don't give a damn. - I don't want it to come to that.
Now just give me the gun, and I'll check it against those slugs from the other night ...
And when they don't match you can have it back, and this guy will be out of your hair forever.
- I don't have it anymore. - Where is it?
I lost it in a poker game a couple weeks ago.
- To who? - None of your damn business.
- I'm making it my damn business. - Get the hell out of my office, now!
- Come on. - What. - I said come on.
You can't stay on the Presidio forever. When you leave I'll be waiting. You'll be on my turf, and I'll own your ass. 346
Let me tell you something. I'm not gonna let you protect him again. You understand what I'm saying?
I'm impressed. You handled that really professionally! That jerkoff was lying.
You keep trying to cover for him, and we're gonna have serious problems.
Tell me, what do you hear from your head? Even with one as empty as yours,
an occasional thought must creep in sometimes.
Like eeh, maybe we don't need the gun.
Like maybe we already have a bullet.
Careful now, don't try too much. You might pull something.
- Afternoon, sir. - At ease, Sergeant.
When you repaired the firing pin on Colonel Lawrence's Tokarov, did you test it afterwards?
Yes, sir. I capped it 4 or 5 times, Colonel.
Any chance you'd still have one of the slugs, Garfield?
They should be in the bottom of that barrel.
It should be easy to spot.
A Tokarov's only a 7.62 millimetre.
Should stick out like a sore thumb
against all these 45's and 9 millimetres.
Here's one here.
This come from Colonel Lawrence's Tokarov.
Thank you, Sergeant.
If this matches the slug taken from my MP and your cop,
I want your word that you'll go through me.
- Sure. - There's more.
If it doesn't match, get off Lawrence's back and stay off it.
Take it or leave it.
Deal.
Guy named Peale called yesterday morning, reported his Lincoln stolen.
Tough guy to see. Very heavy money.
- So? - Well, I'm not gonna ask you to come.
Probably wouldn't like it if you did. But if you want to, it's OK.
You're all charm and grace, boy.
Pick me up at the museum.
More American soldiers were killed in the civil war than in any other war.
- How come? - Because all the soldiers on both sides were American.
That's kind of lame.
This flag was at Fort Sumter in 1861 when the war started.
- What's this stuff? - Don't worry about that now. Come back over here.
Hey Julius, get him to tell you what it is.
Don't listen. He's mentally incompetent.
That's the medal of honour, the highest award that any soldier can ever get.
Did you let that man in here?
Hey Julius, take a close look at that photograph.
That man on the right is Lyndon Johnson. He was President.
That soldier with him won that medal.
Don't they have any kind of security in this place?
- Just anyone can walk in here off the street? - Doesn't that soldier's face look familiar?
Now remember it was a long time ago. He wasn't nearly as ugly then.
Holy shit!
That relic of a man there before you is Sergeant Major Ross Maclure retired.
- Now, why don't you ask him how he won the medal of honor? - How old are you Julius?
- Eight. - Wanna live to be nine?
Obviously, it wasn't for charm. He won it in Vietnam. In the jungle.
When he was separated from his unit,
he found this wounded officer who was pretty close to dying,
so he picked him up.
And as he was carrying him towards the American lines,
he came across a group of the enemy.
They were all set up to ambush an American patrol,
so he put down the officer,
and with one M-16 and a few hand grenades, he attacked them.
He was one man against 40 or 50.
- 40 or 50? - He wiped them out. All of them.
And despite being wounded,
he went back, got the officer, and carried him to safety.
- What's that gun? - It's the 45
That the wounded officer gave him for saving his life.
- What's Vietnam? - A place Julius, where we fought a war.
- I never heard of it. - Well, it happened.
Did we kick ass?
I want you all to thank the Sergeant Major for taking the time to give us this tour.
Thank you, Sergeant Major.
You guys come back anytime, huh?
Did we kick ass?
- Thanks a lot. - Don't mention it.
I should've left your worthless Scotch ass in that jungle.
Scotch is a drink. A man born in Scotland is a Scotsman.
Oh who gives a shit. Next time you're dying in the boonies, call a friggin cab.
You still worried about Donna?
It seems we can't have a conversation without one of us blowing our tops.
Well, she's not a little girl any more. In case you haven't noticed. Maybe you don't want her to grow up.
She's seeing Jay Austin. Remember him?
The young MP who threw Paul Lawrence into the pokey?
I never did like Lawrence. He's a monkey dick.
You're a big help. Anyway, Austin's a cop now.
And that female MP that was killed the other night?
She was with Austin when they busted Lawrence.
The thought of bringing down Lawrence after all these years is giving Austin a real hard-on.
- Is Lawrence involved? - I don't know.
The weapon was a Tokarov. Lawrence has one, but he claims he lost it in a poker game.
- Did he? - I don't know.
- Lawrence isn't talking. - So, maybe Austin's right.
- I don't want Donna seeing him. - Yah, but that ain't up to you, is it.
- The only reason she's seeing him is because I don't want her to. - Well, if that's true..
- Tell her you like him. Maybe she'll stop. - He's wrong for her.
Would you listen if someone told you not to see somebody?
That's different.
Sure it is. Maybe you see a little bit of yourself in him.
- What do you mean by that? - I mean...
I remember seeing this 90-day wonder with an order manual in his pocket.
I said to myself, "The Army's finally found a way to screw me."
But you didn't turn out so bad. It took a little time.
Maybe Austin needs a little time.
- Anybody home? - Yeah. Over here.
- Hey, top. How you doing? - Oh, still kicking.
- Still got a big mouth? - I guess so.
Figures.
Just a little time.
Mr Peale will see you now.
- This is Inspector Austin, Mr Peale. - Jay Austin.
Colonel Caldwell, Presidio Provost Marshal.
Hi, I'm Arthur Peale.
Can I get you guys something? Beer, coffee?
- No, thanks. - Oh, this is my assistant, Mark Wallach.
- Pleasure. - Coffee for me, Mark.
Well, how can I help you?
Well, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.
Sure, no problem. I assume it's about my car. Have you located it yet?
Your Lincoln was involved in a homicide at the Presidio approximately 4:30 Tuesday morning.
The one on the front page of the Chronicle?
- Afraid so. - Mark, did you hear that?
The Lincoln was involved in a shooting at the Presidio.
- You're kidding. - When did you last use your car Mr Peale?
It's my wife's car. She dropped by here Monday night. I took her out to dinner.
When we finished it was late, so I left the Lincoln here and drove home. Next morning, it was gone.
- What is Transcorp? - We're a holding company.
Fairly diversified at the moment.
There's a chain of Jewellery stores, a couple of shopping centres, that sort of thing.
Which restaurant did you and your wife visit?
Jake's. Seafood place over on Broadway.
- How far is that from here? - Thanks for your time Mr Peale.
Your car's being printed and processed.
You can tell your wife we'll probably get it back to her inside 90 days.
Forget about the car, I just hope you find whoever shot those people.
Thank you.
Why were you in such a hurry to get out of there? Are you late for an appointment with your hairdresser or something?
You're the one who's real big on jurisdictions.
This is my jurisdiction. I was conducting an investigation.
Oh, that was an investigation? "Sorry Mr Peale Sir to trouble you,
"but your car was used in a homicide. And gee wiz Mr Peale we're really sorry."
Colonel, this may be real hard for you to understand.
You're not in command here.
You were in such a rush to get out of there, that you didn't even see what was on the table.
Look, I ran a make on Peale. I put him through R&I a hundred times, checked him up, down, sideways...
Hey, I don't like him, but he's clean.
OK. When do you get the ballistics report on this Tokarov slug?
- Couple of hours. - Good.
Come on. I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
Are you kidding?
No. No, I'm not kidding.
I want to talk to you about Donna.
Are you really going to sit here and ask me my intentions?
That's exactly what I'm going to do.
- Colonel, you really are a piece of work. - What's so funny?
How's it hanging, Major?
- Wanna leave? - No. After my coffee.
- So... - Come on, Major.
I'm talking to you.
- Let it alone, boy. - Excuse me, Major?
- I said let it alone. - Did I hear the Major right?
Did he give ME an order?
You stink, Major.
What is that smell anyway, mothballs?
What are you going to do now, Major?
Now, are you sure you want to have a fight? Because I'm only going to use my thumb.
- Thumb? - My right thumb.
Left one's too powerful for you.
Come on!
Guys...
Keep it fair.
- Get up, man! - Come on!
I'll get him!
You see these little oak leaves? They're silver.
That means I'm a lieutenant colonel.
If they were gold, I'd be a major, understand?
- Yes, sir. - That's good.
Next time you see an army officer, you'll recognise his rank,
and he won't get pissed off and accidentally hurt you.
- Understand? - Yes, sir.
- Thank you. - About your daughter, sir,
I want you to know my intentions are strictly honorable.
I love this place.
Soldiers from all wars trade lies with each other.
Soldiers should rest together. They earned their peace.
I got a nice spot picked out for myself right over there.
They closed the cemetery in 1962, but I've got special permission.
I'm right next to a corporal from the Spanish-American war.
Boy, are we gonna trade stories.
I'm going to say, "Listen, Corporal, I know you've been here longer than I have, but stop telling me about those cannons."
"In 'Nam, we had Claymores, AK-47s ...
Now, they were real weapons."
- Dad told you to talk to me, didn't he. - No. It was my idea.
You two been going the full 15 rounds every day?
Yeah. Sometimes it's like talking to a brick wall.
He can be a stubborn son of a bitch. Of course you can't, right?
- You like this kid Austin? - Yeah, I do.
We've been seeing each other a lot.
You sure your not just doing it to piss your old man off?
Well, it might have been part of it in the beginning. You know, he wants me to marry Captain Gordon.
- That what you want? - Of course not!
- Well, let HIM marry Captain Gordon. - That's what I told him.
This guy's different, though. He just... scares me.
- Why? - I don't know.
He just... gets too close.
You're not afraid of HIM, you're afraid of YOU.
- I'm ugly, but I'm not stupid. - I think you're gorgeous.
- Afternoon, Colonel. - At ease.
- You have the storeroom key? - Yes, sir.
Yeah.
This better be about what I think it is, you son of a bitch?
That package you wanted me to locate?
I found it. You can pick it up in Chinatown, 1412 Washington.
- You better hurry. I don't think it's going to be there long. - Thanks, Bubba, I owe you one.
- Surprise! - You can't arrest me.
Wrong. You're not on the Presidio, you're in the real world.
You're not a Colonel, you're just another asshole, and I own you.
- You can't do it. - Guess what? I got a warrant.
I got a slug from your Tokarev, I got a ballistics match, that says
it's the one that killed Patti Jean.
You know what I'd like?
I'd like you to resist arrest... just a little.
God, I'd really like that.
You have the right to remain silent...
Get out of here!
Shit!
You were supposed to go through me. You gave me your word.
- He ran. I chased him. What the hell was I supposed to do? - You gave me your word.
I got a ballistics match and a clean bust. He did it. I knew it. You didn't want to know it.
- You realise what you've done? - Yah, just caught the guy who killed your MP.
Can you prove he pulled the trigger?
He proved it... by running.
Uhh. Can you tell me why he broke into the Officers' Club? Can you?
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 was never wrong about him. The truth is, I never liked him.
Then why didn't you back me the night I busted him?
Because you broke the law! You're the cop, and he's the bad guy.
You still don't get it, do you?
Tell me, 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.
- Now you ran a make on him, right. - I told you that, he was clean.
If the guys never been convicted, he's clean! Did you check his service record?
- Oh, he wasn't in the service. - And he's got souvenirs from Vietnam.
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? - Well, what the hell do you think?
How the hell do I know?
That's classified military shit! How am I supposed to find that out?
All I know is whoever broke into the storeroom was looking for something they wanted real bad.
Oh, Christ! The water.
One of the plants had water. And the rest of them were dry.
There was an empty bottle that Mueller never opened.
- What about Mueller? - He's got an alibi.
Anyway, why would he break in? He's got a key.
If you're interested I have the address of the water company.
- They open at 0900. - Pick you up at your quarters, 8:30.
Listen, I was... Shit!
- Follow my lead, OK? - No, it's not OK.
I want to know how you're going to handle 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.
- That is intense! - Tell me. Did you do Oakland, New Years?
All six shows. I slept in the parking lot.
- It was so 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.
Had it parked outside the Officers' Club at the Presidio,
and someone banged into it. No big deal.
But, I remembered seeing a delivery truck. One of your delivery trucks making a delivery.
I thought maybe the driver saw something? I thought maybe I could talk to him.
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? - His day off. You can catch him at 8:30 in the morning.
- He got a first name? - Do 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.
Take a good look at him. Does he look like someone who'd wait until tomorrow morning?
732 Vermont. You never heard it from me.
Got it, 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?
There was a Master Sergeant Spota who served under Lawrence in Long Binh.
Maybe the same guy.
Anyway, he's off today, but he comes back on tomorrow morning 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 when I get back.
- What? - I'll tell you tomorrow.
Oh, good. There's something I need to check out, too.
Tomorrow.
I hated it, though.
Whenever I'd make a friend,
Dad would get new orders and we'd have to leave, so I was always saying goodbye to somebody.
I got to see a lot of great places, though.
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 good 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?
And that's crazy 'cause this should be perfect for me.
I think what I'm trying to tell you is, I really care about you.
I'm just having a little trouble saying it, that's all.
Gareth Wooten, please.
Wooten. Alan Caldwell here.
Fine. Fine. How are things at Langley?
Careful, you'll get a sore ass sitting at a desk.
I need a favor.
There's a holding company out here called Transcorp.
T-R-A-N... I know you can spell!
Just 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 don't want to do this. - Hey, I asked you a question Mr!
Yeah, I heard you.
You just got to push it, don't you? Right up to the edge, all the time.
Let's you and I just step outside.
Is that what you want? You want me to fight this jerk for your hand?
You want to step outside and 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 would have been quicker.
- Leave me alone. - Are you proud of yourself?
Why don't you ask yourself that question.
- What? - You set the whole thing up, not me.
What the hell are you talking about?
Who I can or can't see.
You probably have it all written down in one of your stupid folders.
You know you never ask me what I want. You always tell me what you want.
And I have news for you, Colonel, I didn't enlist in your army.
- I decide what I do. - Terriffic, and you're doing a wonderful job about it.
I didn't get any help from you, sir, all I ever got were rules.
You decide what's fair and what's foul.
- Aw, this is ridiculous. - Don't turn your back on me.
- Do you think I'm going to stand here listening to your rubbish. - That's perfect.
- You're done talking so there's nothing else to say. - Right.
- Your a coward. - That's enough.
- No, it's never enough.
What are you so afraid of?
- You think I'm like her? Is that it? - Stop it.
You turned your back on her too, didn't you?
- I said stop that! - 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. - Aah, I'm going to get drunker.
I'm going up on the roof.
- Why? - Your window sill hurts my ass.
- Well, why don't you come inside? - Because I'm outside.
- Do you know what time it is? - Who cares?
Well, I sure as shit 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 start to accept that. - Oh, yeah? She hates me.
She doesn't hate you, she's just 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.
It's not important what I know. It's important what SHE knows.
When was the last time you told her?
She knows.
I've known buildings that are 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.
You know sometimes I think it was easier winning that medal than wearing it.
Think any of those people over there give 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 he's got his friends coming around, he locks up the dog.
Why? 'Cause he's embarrassed.
But that night, sure as shit he unlocks the dog to protect his big fancy house.
And if some guy comes in and the dog doesn't bite his ass,
he's gonna take a rolled up newspaper and smack him right 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 right thru. The next thing I know, 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.
Her look, and that green color 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.
You know 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 for that. Because 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.
And 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 just 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 the good news?
- The bad news is, I love her. - So do I.
Are we gonna sit here discussing my personal life all morning?
- Nope. - Good.
The car that killed Lawrence is registered to George Spota.
Arthur Peale owns the Black Mountain Water Company.
He's in the second truck. Number 68.
- Recognise him? - Yeah. That's Sergeant Spota.
Right in front of God and everybody.
It's always the most successful way. None of that covert shit.
Excuse 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 other than water. Something worth killing for.
Water comes 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 that night.
And when he realises what he's done he retraces his steps and 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 all knew each other in Vietnam.
They're all part of this. 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. Cable our friend in Manila, tell him he's done well.
And also tell him he's out of work. Because this shit is going to stop now.
- What are you doing here? - You told me no one was going to get hurt.
- No one was supposed to get hurt. - Tell that to the girl Lawrence killed.
- Lawrence has been dealt with. - That's not enough pal. It's over.
It's a litte late for a conscience, don't you think?
- It's over. - Who the hell do you think you are?
I'm the infantry sonny.
The war's been over for a long time, old man. Nobody cares.
Why don't you go back to your little museum and play soldier.
You open your mouth one more time, and I'll shove your head so far up your ass you'll be talking out of your armpit.
Where are you going?
Goddammit! Son-of-a-bitch!
This is ridiculous.
I'm sure that we can reach some understanding.
Now look, Sergeant, we're already sorry for what's happened,
but that's already done, there's nothing we can do about it.
You don't seem to understand. It's over.
Just what do you think your going to accomplish?
I'm going to make it right.
You want to set off the goddamn alarm?
Here. You're gonna need this. We'll get our asses shot off!
- He wants more money. - I don't like you. Tell him I don't like him.
Well, come on. Open it.
Now, I know that you didn't want to be a part of this.
I know that you're a man of honor,
but Lawrence had something on you going back to Vietnam,
something about the black market, I don't know all the facts, I don't care to know.
But you made a mistake a long time ago.
You didn't want your name ruined, so you agreed to look the other way.
I can sympathise with that.
There is no reason to ruin everything now -
your name along with it.
You're only gonna do yourself harm along with everybody else.
I don't give a shit about myself anymore. I'm going to do what's right.
Somebody's inside. Let's get the hell out of here.
Wrong!
Looks like we're back in the shit again, Colonel.
Maclure - In the name of 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.
Whatever he did 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 still don't know who served under who.
And it was his luck to be a hero in a war that 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, he 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'll be impatient to be on his way.
Ready...
Aim.
Fire.
Take the colors.
Donna. I'd like you to have this.
Aah.. Do you want to go for a walk?
Yeah. I'd like that very much.
Come on.
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