(Lorry approaching)
Down!
(Indistinct chattering, laughing)
(Man) How ya doin'?
Hey, watch out, Axel. We'll be calling him old fireballs after tonight.
- Fuckin' A. - Not bad.
Hey, Stevie, now that you're going to the army,
how about giving me my 20 bucks back?
- So long, Mike. - Take care, Mike.
I'll see you, fellas.
- Freddy! - Hi, Mike. Be good.
- You hear about the happy Roman? - Yeah.
- He was "glad he ate her". - Come on. Let's go, let's go.
- Where's Stan? - All right?
- Hey, Stan! Let's go! - Take care.
- Nick! - All right!
- Take care of yourself, OK? - Bye-bye.
- So long. - Take it easy, Mike.
- Don't get your ass shot off, OK? Good luck. - Nah, I won't.
Hey!
Say, Mike, take care of yourself. Good luck to you.
- Kill a few for me, too. - I will. Stay out of trouble.
- Ax... - Hey, little killer.
Stevie! Hey!
Hey, Axel, there's Stan. Stanley!
- Stanley, you asshole. - Hey, Stan!
Stan, it's no use!
Come on, Stosh. You're beautiful now.
You're still an ugly bastard, Stan!
- Good luck to you in the army, Mike. - Hey, Axel. Get Stanley.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Stosh, get the hell out of here.
Come on, Stan. Let's go.
- Come on. - Let's go!
Very mature. Very mature, well-adapted individual, Stosh.
- Take it easy. - Whoa.
Hey! Look at that! Whoa! What the hell is that?
Where? Oh, yeah.
Holy shit. You know what that is? Those are sun dogs.
What does it mean?
It means a blessing on the hunter sent by the great wolf to his children.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - No, it's an old Indian thing.
You're full of shit.
Stanley, would I shit you about something like that?
You know, Mike,
there's times when nobody but a doctor can understand you.
And that's an omen, you know that?
You know that we could have one great fucking hunting trip tonight?
(Nick) You know, Mike, I don't know where the hell you come up with all this shit.
(Steven) Hey, wait a minute.
What, are you...? Are you thinking of going deer hunting tonight?
Ah, not tonight. I'm getting married tonight. You fucking guys would go deer hunting.
(Stan) Hey, hey. First we get you legal. Tuck you in bed with Angela.
(All jeering)
(Steven) You guys are all fucking nuts, you know that?
- (Steven) Boy, you're all crazy. - (Michael) Life is over.
(Stan) Right. You're getting married. We're crazy.
(Nick) It's all right. Hey...
It's all right. We'll be right there. We'll be right with you, all of us, won't we?
Right? Am I right?
- (Michael) Right. - (Axel) Fuckin' A, man.
(Nick) Come on. Come on, you guys.
- I'm buying the first round this morning. - Hey, Steven! Steven!
Any help you might need tonight, just feel free to call on me.
(Michael) Oh...
Hey, Stanley, sometimes your sense of humour ain't funny.
- Come on, Steven. - Willing fingers.
Extra lips.
Fuckin' A, man.
- Hey, you're a regular poet, Axel. - I couldn't agree with you more.
- Get in the car. - Come on. Come on.
I do.
(Sighs) Oh, my God.
I still do not believe this.
My own boy with a strange girl.
And not so thin, if you understand my meaning.
Not such a thin girl.
The next thing you know, he goes to Vietnam.
(Mutters in Russian)
I do not understand, Father.
(Sighs)
I understand nothing anymore.
Nothing!
Oh!
Why?
(Sobs)
(Sighs)
Can you explain?
Can anyone explain?
(Continues in Russian)
(Priest speaks Russian)
(Truck horn blares)
- Pass him on the inside. - Oh-ho, you'd never do it.
(Michael) Shut the hell up. I'm trying to concentrate.
- It's your Caddy against my truck. - Today your lucky day?
(Nick) You can't make it.
(All shouting)
- Whoa! Mike! - Hey, hey, Axel, you owe him a window.
Mike! Hey, mighty Mike!
- Whoa, Axel. - Here's your truck back.
- Oh, hell! I hope he didn't break an axle. - I wouldn't want to take advantage of you.
Axel!
It's a million-to-one shot against a sure thing.
- There's no such thing as a sure thing. - Yeah.
(Stan) Did you see that?
- Hey, Boom! - (Axel) Hey, how ya doin'?
(Nick) Don't take anybody's money!
- Don't take my money. Take his money. - Set 'em up.
- Kessler and a Rolling Rock. - Kessler and a Rolling Rock.
Give him a short one.
And give my friends down here my warm regards.
(Screams)
Hey, I got a hundred bucks says the Eagles never cross the fifty in the next half.
And the Steelers win by what? Twenty!
I got an extra twenty says the Eagles' quarterback wears a dress!
You got it!
Take your money off the bar. Drinks are on the house!
(Indistinct chattering)
(All speaking Russian)
- Oh, did I get all wet? - No. I don't know.
Come on, Amy!
Come on!
Uh, Joe, maybe we could use some more flags.
- Is that all right? - Uh...
- Up a bit, I would say, wouldn't you say so? - Up!
No, no, no, down.
Oh, what a beautiful cake. Here.
You've earned a drink.
You have a beautiful cake.
Here!
I haven't forgotten about you.
- I have one for you, too. - (Women speaking Russian)
Go to... fucking hell.
I'll give every car in the town a flat tyre.
- Every goddamn one. - Oh, Daddy.
I'll do it!
Yeah, I fucking mean what I say, girl.
Shh. Yes. Come on.
- All around... like a sea. - Oh, my God.
Ocean of flat tyres.
- Fucking... bitch. - No!
All bitches.
- I hate 'em. - Daddy.
- Daddy, no, it's me! - Fucking bitches!
Yeah! Give 'em all flat tyres.
(♪ FRANKIE VALLI: "Can't Take My Eyes Off You")
♪ You're just too good to be true
- ♪ Can't take my eyes off you - That's great.
Now I'm gonna smoke your ass.
♪ You'd be like heaven to touch
♪ I wanna hold you so much
♪ At long last love has arrived
♪ And I thank God I'm alive
- ♪ You're just too good to be true - It's my shot, right?
- ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you - Come on, John.
Wipe off the tables.
- ♪ Pardon the way that I stare - This is it. This is really it.
- ♪ There's nothing else to compare - I mean, here I go.
♪ The sight of you leaves me weak
♪ There are no words left to speak
- ♪ But if you feel like I feel - No sense in getting too relaxed, buddy.
- ♪ Please let me know that it's real - Come on.
♪ You're just too good to be true
♪ Can't take my eyes off of you
♪ Ba-da, da-da, da-da, ba-ba-ba
♪ Ba-da, ba-da, ba-ba, da-da-da
♪ Ba-da, da-da, da-da, ba-ba-ba
♪ Ba-da, ba-da, da
♪ I love you, baby
♪ And if it's quite all right
♪ I need you, baby to warm the lonely night
♪ I love you, baby
♪ Trust in me when I say
♪ Oh, pretty baby
♪ Don't bring me down, I pray
♪ Oh, pretty baby
♪ Now that I've found you, stay
♪ And let me love you, baby
- ♪ Let me love you - You faggot.
- ♪ You're just too good to be true - Bums!
♪ Can't take my eyes off of you
- ♪ You'd be like heaven to touch - Hey!
♪ I wanna hold you so much
♪ At long last love has arrived
♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪
Jesus Christ!
...to do this to your own mother
who prays for you all her life!
Is your heart so cruel, so unfeeling?
You marry this girl, you leave her with me,
and you go with these bums to the Vietnam!
- Ow. Ow. - Bullshit.
One flight! It's one flight upstairs!
- When I come home... one flight! - (Speaks Russian)
I love Angela.
And she loves me.
Wear a scarf today!
You don't wear a scarf with a tuxedo.
I'm not gonna wear a scarf with a tuxedo.
(Mother speaks Russian)
- You trying to look like a prince? - What do you mean, "trying"?
You should've done that a long time ago. That way, it would've set.
I know.
- Then why didn't you do it? - Cos I forgot.
(Laughing)
Oh, man!
For Christ's sake, Mike, Steven's getting married in a couple of hours.
I don't know what we're doing talking about hunting a last time before the army.
The whole thing, it's crazy.
I'll tell you one thing.
If I found out my life had to end up in the mountains,
I'd be all right.
But it has to be in your mind.
What?
One shot?
Two is pussy.
I don't think about one shot that much anymore, Mike.
You have to think about one shot. One shot is what it's all about.
A deer has to be taken with one shot.
I try to tell people that. They don't listen.
- You really think about Vietnam? - Yeah.
I don't know. I guess.
I'm thinking about the deer. Going to Nam.
I like the trees, you know?
I like the way the trees are in the mountains, all the different...
The way the trees are.
I sound like some asshole, right?
I'll tell you, Nick, you're the only guy I go hunting with, you know?
I like a guy with quick moves and speed. I ain't gonna hunt with no assholes.
- Well, who's an asshole? - Who's an asshole?
Who do you think's an asshole?
They're all a bunch of assholes.
I mean, I love 'em. They're great guys, but, you know, without you, I'd hunt alone.
- Seriously, that's what I'd do. - Well, you're a fucking nut.
You know what, Mike? You're a maniac. Control freak.
I just don't like no surprises.
- Damn thing won't open. - Well, give it a kick.
Hey, hey, not like that. Not like that. Not... Here, here, here.
- See that? - Fuckin' A.
Unreal.
Axel, now I know why you're not still kicking for the Steelers.
You know, I love Mike's car.
Yeah, some cars, they just sit.
I mean, you never know with a car like this where the hell it's gonna take you.
Yeah.
It makes me feel safe.
(♪ Bridesmaids singing)
Oh, what is he doing?
Axel's humping Mike's Coupe de Ville.
- Axel, get out of there. - Let's get the carnations.
Get up. Get up. What are you doing?
Come on. Sit up. Oh, God, you're impossible.
- Here, put this on, you have to have that on. - Crummy tuxedo.
The tuxedo's been stuck a million times. Where'd you get this thing?
- Fuckin' A. - It's not funny.
- I'm beautiful, right? I'm beautiful. - No, you're not.
- All set. - Thanks, Amy.
You can't even sit up, Axel. Oh!
Axel, come on. Sit up.
- Beautiful. - You can't even sit up.
Linda, what's the matter? I was gonna pick you up.
Hi.
- What's the matter? - He hit me.
Hey, come here, come here. I wanna ask you something.
Hey, wait a minute, goddammit. You don't walk away from me.
What the hell is that on your face?
Nicky, you and Michael, you're going away in a couple of days.
I was just wondering if I could use this place to stay.
- Oh, sure. - I'd wanna pay you both.
- And I was thinking... - What are you talking about?
I would wanna pay you, Nick.
Hey, Kochatka, it's me you're talking to.
You know, how long have you known me for?
What?
I don't know.
(Shrieks, laughs)
(♪ Choir singing)
Have you, Steven, a free will and a firm intention
to take unto yourself as wife
this woman, Angela, whom you see before you?
I do.
(Priest) You have not promised yourself to any other bride?
(Steven) I have not.
(Priest) Have you, Angela, a free will and a firm intention
to take unto yourself as husband
this man, Steven, whom you see before you?
I have.
(Priest) You have not promised yourself to any other man?
(Angela) I have not.
(Priest, chanting) Blessed is the kingdom of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit,
now and ever and unto ages of ages.
(Choir) ♪ Amen ♪
(♪ Choir singing)
♪ Entreat, entreat the Lord
♪ And He will have mercy
♪ On our souls ♪
(♪ Singing continues)
(People applauding, whistling)
(♪ Singing stops)
(♪ Rhythmic dance music plays)
Nick and Angela!
Hey, hey, hey!
(Crowd) Hey! Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey...!
Hey, what's this?
For a buck, you get a shooter, a cigar,
and a dance with the beautiful bride.
Fuckin' A.
And you're on your way.
Do it. Come on. Do it.
Do it!
Whoo!
May I have your attention, please, ladies and gentlemen?
Quiet, please, please.
That's really wonderful. Thank you.
May I have your attention, please? I have a very, very important announcement.
Whoever owns...
Whoever owns a white Chevy Impala, would you please move it?
It's blocking the driveway.
(Cheering)
Whoever owns a white Chevy Impala...
It's blocking the driveway.
A white Chevy Impala.
(Cheering)
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen,
Angela and Steven would like to welcome you
and to introduce you to their bridal party,
and especially to Michael and Nick,
who are also going to Vietnam with Steven
to proudly serve their country.
(Cheering)
(Indistinct shouting)
(♪ Band strikes up)
♪ You're just too good to be true
♪ Can't take my eyes off of you... ♪
Will you dance with me?
Monday, Monday's the day.
Yeah, Monday, Monday.
You're so sweet. Thanks for being my maid of honour.
Dance, dance.
You want me to...
You nut, you want me to dance? You want me to dance?
Hey, Nicky!
(Shrieks) Michael, Michael!
Oh, my God.
- Hey, how ya been? - Excuse me.
Hey, Nick, Nick, you know, you know,
you know that I'd be going with you guys if...
if it wasn't for my knees.
You know that? Huh?
Wait.
(♪ Band strikes up)
(Band leader) ♪ I love you, baby
♪ And if it's quite all right
♪ I need you, baby to warm the lonely nights
♪ Oh, I love you, baby
♪ Trust in me when I say
♪ Oh, pretty baby
♪ Don't bring me down, I pray, oh, pretty baby
♪ Now that I've found you, stay and let me love you, baby
♪ Let me love you
♪ You're just too good to be true
♪ Can't take my eyes off of you
♪ You feel like heaven to touch
♪ I want to hold you so much
♪ At long last love has arrived... ♪
I'm not the greatest dancer in the world.
- You're OK. - I am not.
No, you're very fancy.
(Laughs)
You want a beer or something like that?
- You want a beer or something? - OK. Sure.
- What kind of beer would you like? - What? I don't know.
- What kind of beer would you like? - I don't care. Any kind.
- I'll get you a Rolling Rock. - OK.
That's a good beer, it's the best around.
- Huh? Yeah, OK. - Rolling Rock?
- Yeah. - Be right back.
♪ Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
♪ I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night
- ♪ I love you, baby - (Speaking Russian)
♪ Trust in me when I say
- You wanna come? I'll get you... - ♪ Oh, pretty baby
♪ Don't bring me down, I pray
♪ Oh, pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay
♪ And let me love you, baby
♪ Let me love you... ♪
Hey, Jerry.
- Sorry. - (Laughs) It's OK.
Jerry, give us... give us two Rolling Rocks,
and give me a Kessler on the side.
It's OK. It's a wedding, you know?
You're supposed to let go and have fun and all that.
You really like Nick a lot, huh?
(Bartender) Anybody else for a shooter?
Yeah.
♪ Can't take my eyes off of you ♪
(Shrieks) Help!
Put me down! What are you doing?
Axel! Help!
(Shrieks)
Axel, no! Axel, put me down!
- What are you doing? Oh, Axel. - I'm gonna kiss you.
Stop! Stop! I'm gonna stab you.
- I'm gonna stab you. - You wanna fuck or fight?
Axel!
I think I might like to dance with the lady, if you don't mind.
Have you known him long?
This is the most fun I've had in months.
Do you know what that son of a bitch is doing?
He's got his hand on her ass!
It's only...
It's only a wedding, Stanley.
What do you mean, "It's only a wedding"? The guy...
Look, he did it again! He just did it!
- I gotta go get my gun out of my coat. - Go get your gun. Go get it.
(Laughs)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Time out. Time out!
You hurt me, you...
You punched me right there. It hurts.
Is that better?
I'm gonna kick on his fucking ass.
- Hey, Stan is crazy. - Why? What happened?
- That Stan is crazy. - What happened?
A Green Beret!
- (Steven) Hey! - (Michael) No kidding.
(Steven) Whoo!
Jerry! Jerry, give the man a drink.
- (Steven) Hey! - (Michael) Give him a drink! Sir!
- (Steven) Sir! - (Michael) Sir!
(All speaking Russian)
- Don't cause any kind of problem, huh? - Nah, I wanna talk to the man.
I wanna talk to the man. We're going over there.
Sir, Mike Vronsky.
Nick.
- This is the groom, Steve. - I'm the best man.
We're going airborne, sir. What's it like?
I hope they send us where the bullets are flying.
- Fighting's the worst, huh? - That's right.
Fuck it.
- Fuck it? What did he say? - Fuck it.
Fuck it. That's what I thought.
Well, what's it like over there?
Can you tell us anything?
Fuck it.
OK, fuck it.
Fuck him.
Fuck it. Hey!
Michael, hey.
- Hey. - Fuck who?
Fuck who?
- Who the hell is he? - (Michael) Who the fuck knows?
(Axel) He looks like a fucking hillbilly.
Give him another drink, Jerry. Just the same.
- Hey! Fuck it! - (All laughing)
(Steven) Fuck you.
(All) Hey!
Hey!
- Steven. - (Crowd) Hey!
Hey!
(Shrieks)
Hey!
(Shrieks)
I got it!
Will you marry me?
Yeah.
You would?
Mm-hmm.
What I mean is, if we get back from...
I mean, when we get back.
I don't know what the hell I mean.
I think what goes through your mind comes out your mouth.
Angela and Steven,
if you don't spill a drop,
it's good luck for the rest of your life.
(Chanting in Russian)
(♪ Russian song)
(Angela shrieks)
- Hey! - Hey, hey!
Whoo!
Don't worry what Stan says. Just forget that. Forget what Stan says.
- He's got a big fucking mouth. - Right.
- Huh? - That's enough.
- Hey! - OK. Come here.
I never really did it with Angela, Nicky.
Great. That's great.
That's my last one true secret.
It's nothing. It's nothing. Just forget about it.
Angela, Angela!
Oh, Angela.
What am I gonna do when she has a baby?
That's Angela's part, right? Leave all that to Angela.
- That's right. - Hang loose.
- Hang loose? - Hang loose. Be happy.
Go on. Get out of here. We don't wanna see you anymore.
Look at this maniac.
I'll see you Monday on the train.
Hey.
Drive carefully.
You didn't know that about Angela, huh?
- Right? - Oh, that's bullshit.
- Oh, it's bullshit, right? Yeah? - Bullshit. Bullshit.
- I happen to know it's true. - That's bullshit.
- I happen to know it's true. - You're full of bullshit.
- Do you wanna bet? - Yeah.
Put your money where your mouth is.
- Go fuck yourself, Stan. Fuck you. - Huh? Go fuck yourself.
Ah, grow up.
Hey! Hey!
All right!
(Angela) Michael!
Michael, what are you doing?
- (Nick) Hey, Mike! - (Angela) Michael!
(Nick) Hey, Mike!
(Angela) Michael, what the hell are you doing?
- (Angela) Michael! - (Nick) Hey!
Michael, what the hell are you doing? Michael!
- (Nick) Hey, Michael! - Fuck it!
(Angela) Michael, come back here!
What the hell is he doing?
- Michael, what the hell are you doing? - (Nick) Hey, Mike!
(Angela) Michael, come back here! Come here, Michael!
Michael, you know we love you! Get back here!
(Nick) Get back!
I gotta talk to you!
(Nick) Mike!
Hey!
Shit!
I must be out of my fucking mind.
I must be out of my mind.
I don't know. Everything's going so fast.
Man, oh, man.
Hey, Nick.
Think we'll ever come back?
- From Nam? - Yeah.
You know something?
The whole thing, it's right here.
I love this fucking place.
- (Laughs) You're crazy, man. - I know that sounds crazy.
If anything happens, Mike, don't leave me over there.
You got... You gotta... Just don't leave me.
- You gotta promise me that, Mike. - Hey.
No, man, you got... you gotta...
You gotta promise definitely.
- Hey, Nicky. - Huh?
You got it, pal.
Promise?
(Laughs)
(♪ Group, singing)
♪ Shout Geronimo, Geronimo
♪ It's a silk and check your canopy and take a look around
♪ The air is filled with troopers set for battle on the ground
♪ Till we join the stick of angels, kill the lengthy Amazon
- ♪ Shout Geronimo, Geronimo - It's the Screaming Eagles Airborne song.
♪ It's a gory road to glory, but we're ready, here we go
- ♪ Shout Geronimo - Screaming assholes.
- ♪ Geronimo, look out below - Fuckin' A.
- ♪ Look out below - ♪ Let me be free
- I don't remember the rest of the words.
♪ So let me be free
- ♪ You'll always be happy with me - Chickenshit, get scared.
(Laughing)
(John) Don't push.
Fucking cold.
Thirty-six beers. Whoo!
- What? - (Nick) Come on.
(John) All right, I'll go on, already.
Wait, wait.
You ever piss and take a drink of beer at the same time?
Whoa.
Ah, I just barely got a chance to shake it off.
Wait! Come on! Oh, fuck!
Bastards!
Sons of bitches!
- You guys going my way? - (Nick) Come on.
(John) Fuck!
That's not funny!
No fucking around now.
Come on. Stick around. Don't fuck around.
All right? Don't fuck around.
- (Stan) Let me out! - (Nick) Out, out.
- (Stan) Let me out! - (Nick) Get out.
This is not it. Definitely. This is not it.
- They changed it. Somehow they changed it. - No kidding.
- Like this happens every goddamn year. - You're full of shit, Stanley.
- Who did you say was full of shit? - (Axel) You're full of shit.
- You're always full of shit. - I'm starving.
Eat that!
Nick, how come I never see you eating?
I like to starve myself. Keeps the fear up.
It ain't natural. Come on, John.
Hey! Hey, that's mine.
- You really want it that bad? - You're goddamn right.
- Hey, give me a Twinkie, Mike. - What are you guys, a bunch of cripples?
- That's mustard! - What?
He put mustard on his Twink...
You're talking like a goddamn traffic cop.
- Incredible. - Come on. Give me a beer, Mike.
- Come on. Come on. - I can't believe you guys.
- What the hell am I doing with you? - (Stan) This is not it.
They changed it. Somehow they changed it.
You couldn't find your own ass with two hands.
Fuckin' A.
Hey, you know, we forgot to toast Steven and Angela.
Steven and Angela!
(Speaking Russian)
What?
(Laughs)
Don't make me laugh when I have things in my mouth.
I can't take you guys anyplace. What the hell are you doing?
Get your hands off the fucking bread.
You can dress 'em up, but you can't take 'em anywhere.
Oh, come on. Come on!
What the fuck are you doing? That was mine, you assholes.
Fuckin' A!
Fucking assholes. I can't fucking...
- (Michael) What am I...? - Fuckin' A!
(Stan) You know, Axel, you got a really terrific vocabulary.
(Axel) Fuckin' A.
(Michael) Hey, watch the gear. Watch the rifle.
Axel, gimme my bag.
It's getting cold, huh?
(Stan) Hey, Mike, you got any extra thermal socks?
Here we go.
Hey, Mike, you got any extra thermal socks?
Never mind. I got 'em.
Where the hell's my boots?
Anybody see my boots?
Somebody took my boots.
I bought 'em special.
All right. All right, you guys. Whoever took my boots, I want 'em back.
I got a boot for you, Stan, right up your ass.
(Stan) Hey, Mike.
Hey, Mike, let me borrow your spares, huh?
- Your extra pair? - No, Stan.
No?
- What do you mean, "no"? - Just what I said. No. No means no.
Some fucking friend. You're some fucking friend, you know that?
You gotta learn. Every time you come here, you got your head up your ass.
- Maybe he likes the view from up there. - (Laughing)
Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket,
he's got no pants, he's got no boots.
All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne.
That ain't gonna help you.
Oh, what the hell, Mike. Give him the boots.
No way, I ain't giving him no boots. No more. No more. That's it.
You're a fucking bastard, you know that? Huh?
Stanley, see this? This is this.
This ain't something else. This is this.
From now on, you're on your own.
I fixed you up a million times.
I fixed him up a million times.
I don't know how many times I must've fixed him up with girls.
And nothing ever happened. Zero.
You know your trouble, Mike, huh?
Nobody ever knows what you're talking about.
"This is this."
What the hell's that supposed to mean? "This is this."
Is that faggot-sounding bullshit, or is that faggot-sounding...
Shut up, Stan, will you?
Hey, man, you're outta line.
- Watch out with that gun, Stan. - (Stan) Do you know what I think?
You know what I think?
There's times I swear I think you're a fucking faggot.
(John) Hey, come on, you guys.
(Stan) Last week he could've had that new redheaded waitress at the Bowladrome.
He could've had it knocked, and look what he did.
Nothing! That's what.
Shut up, Stan, huh? Just shut up!
Just shut up. Take... Take Michael's goddamn boots and shut up.
Otherwise, I'm going home.
Yeah, I'm going home right now.
(Nick) Get off my stuff. What the hell are you doing?
(Michael) Hey, Stosh.
I said "no".
What, are you gonna shoot me?
Huh?
Here.
What's the matter with you?
Stan.
(♪ Singing)
(Axel) Watch it, Mike! Pow! Whack!
Hey! Hey, Angela, I got a big eye!
(Steven's mother shouting in Russian)
Bums! Go home! Go home!
(Train horn blares)
♪ Drop-kick me, Jesus
♪ Through the goalposts of life
♪ End over end, neither left nor to right
♪ Straight through the heart of the righteous uprights
♪ Drop-kick me through the goalposts of life
♪ Drop-kick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
♪ End over end, neither left nor to right
♪ Straight through the heart of the righteous uprights
♪ Drop-kick me, Jesus
♪ Through the goalposts of life
♪ Drop-kick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
♪ End over end
♪ End over end, neither left nor to right
♪ Straight through the heart of the righteous uprights
♪ Drop-kick me, Jesus
♪ Through the goalposts of life ♪
(♪ Piano strikes up)
(♪ Plays wistful tune)
(Helicopter approaches)
(Woman whispering in Vietnamese)
(Whimpering)
(Groans)
(Pigs squealing)
(Woman speaking Vietnamese)
(Screams)
Un-fucking-believable!
(Radio, indistinct)
(Pigs squealing)
Holy Christ. I don't believe it.
- Mike? - Mike!
Jesus Christ! Hey!
Incoming!
(Men speaking Vietnamese)
(Shouts in Vietnamese)
(Gunshot)
(Screams)
Steven, take it easy. Stevie!
Stevie, calm down!
(Whimpering)
(Michael) Think of something else.
Control yourself. Think of something else.
We don't belong here.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
(Gun clicks)
Stevie, Stevie.
It's gonna be OK.
- I'm all right. - It's gonna be OK.
(Shouting in Vietnamese)
(Shouting continues)
- I'm OK. - OK, just take it easy.
- (Gun clicks) - It's OK. It's OK. It's OK.
Just take it easy, Stevie. Stevie, take it easy.
(Whimpering)
Mike?
Come on. Come on. Come on.
I'm OK.
(Shouting in Vietnamese)
Easy. That's all right. OK. OK.
All right, press hard. Press hard. Press hard.
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.
Go ahead. That's it. That's it.
Mike?
Shake it off. Shake it off. Shake it out.
Think of something else.
Think of home. Think of home.
- Come on. - They're gonna have to kill my ass, Mike.
Stevie, you gotta do it.
You don't do it, they're gonna throw you in a pit.
They throw you in a pit, you're gonna die.
Go ahead. You gotta do it. You can do it.
You can do it, Stevie. You can do it.
Look in my eyes.
Stevie? Stevie, look at me!
- Mike? - Do it!
Go ahead. Show 'em you got balls. Show 'em you got balls.
Aw, fuck you.
Go ahead. Shoot me! Go ahead!
Come on.
Go ahead. Go ahead, Stevie!
Go ahead! Show 'em you got balls! Go ahead!
(Gunshot)
Hey, kid. Kid.
Kid.
Look at me, Stevie. You did it.
Stevie.
You showed these bastards. Showed 'em.
(Men laughing)
Don't worry, kid.
You did it.
(Steven) Michael!
- (Steven) Michael! - (Michael) Stevie!
(Steven) Michael!
Michael!
Stevie! Stevie, don't worry!
Michael!
Oh, God.
Michael, there's rats in here.
Nicky...
(Yells) Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Nicky, listen.
It's up to us now.
It's me and you.
- (Nick) What about Steven? - (Michael) Forget him.
- Forget him? - Forget him. He ain't gonna make it.
Who do you think you are? God?
(Michael) Look at him. He's in a daze.
He ain't coming out. He's in a dream.
- (Nick) Mike, what are you saying? - (Michael) I'm saying forget him, Nick.
Get it through your head, or you and me are both gone, too.
(Shout is Vietnamese)
(Michael) We gotta play with more bullets.
- (Nick) What? - (Michael) More bullets.
(Gunshot)
I gotta get more bullets in the gun.
- What? - We gotta play with more bullets.
- More bullets in the gun? - More bullets in the gun.
How many more bullets?
- Three. - (Man shouts in Vietnamese)
That means we gotta play each other.
More bullets against each oth... What? Are you crazy?
Nicky, it's the only way.
I'll pick the moment. The game goes until I move.
When I start shooting, you go for the nearest guard.
You get his gun and zap the fucker.
- I'm not ready for this. - You gotta listen to me.
You wanna stay down here and die?
Go on. It's up to you.
- Now it's up to you. - No!
- Hey, him against me!
(Shouts in Vietnamese)
(Nick) Get away! Get away!
- Man, get away. - (Michael) Me against him!
Michael!
(Shouting in Vietnamese)
(Michael) Come on!
These fuckers, these fuckers... Go ahead, Nicky. Go ahead, Nicky.
It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right.
Go ahead. Go ahead, Nicky.
(Man laughs, speaks Vietnamese)
I do three bullets. Three.
Three. We do three, huh?
One, two, three. Three.
(Whispering in Vietnamese)
Three. Three.
(Whispering in Vietnamese)
(Michael) Three. Three.
Don't worry. Five minutes, we're gonna be outta here.
We're gonna be outta here.
Yeah.
Now we got ourselves a game.
You and me. You and me.
Now we got ourselves a real game.
OK. You wanna see it? All right.
There.
No more. No. No more.
I'm gonna will us out of here.
You got an empty chamber in that gun. Put an empty chamber in that gun!
Go ahead.
(Gun clicks)
Goddammit!
It's gonna be all right, Nicky. Go ahead, shoot!
Shoot, Nicky!
God damn you, you motherfucker!
You motherf...
No, no, no, no, Nicky!
Oh! You cock...
Oh! Oh, you're gonna die, you motherfucker!
You're gonna die!
Go ahead. Go ahead, Nicky. Go ahead, just do it.
Do it. Do it! Do it!
Go ahead!
(Gun clicks, man laughs)
You made it. You made it.
It's all right, Nicky. All right, we're gonna show 'em.
That's good, Nicky.
(Shouts angrily)
All right.
(Men laughing)
Come on. Come on.
Come on!
Nicky! Come on, dammit!
Come on!
Shit.
Get me up.
Steve!
Get up.
Get up!
Michael. Michael.
Michael!
Stevie, come on. Come on, Stevie.
We're gonna go for a swim. Come on.
Stevie.
Come on.
Hey, come on.
We don't belong here in the jungle, Michael.
Get on. Go on. Just get on, see?
Just there. Just get on.
There's rats in these waters.
Hold on.
Hold on right there.
Hold on.
- Michael. - OK, buddy.
Mike.
Nicky!
(Yells) Mike!
I wanna go home, Mike.
What is that sound?
What's that sound, Michael?
(Helicopter approaching)
- Hey! Hey! - Hey!
Hey!
Go on! Go ahead!
Mike! Mike!
Hold on, Michael! Don't let go!
Mike!
(Indistinct)
Stevie!
I hit some rocks, Michael.
- I hit some rocks. - Are you all right?
- Michael. - OK.
My legs...
Come on. Come on.
Stevie, come on.
Michael, please.
M... Mike...
I hit some rocks.
OK. All right.
(Steven screams, gasps)
That's it.
- That's it. - My arm. My arm.
I can't... I can't feel my legs.
(Michael) All right. All right, come on.
(Steven) My arm!
(Michael) Push yourself up.
(Steven grunts)
Shh!
OK. OK, kid. OK.
Shh! Shh!
(Car horn beeping)
(Car horns blaring)
(Car horn beeping)
Hi.
(Doctor) Ah.
Are you Nikanor Chevotarevich?
Can you understand me, Nikanor?
Excuse me?
- Are you Chevotarevich? Are you sure? - Yes.
Uh-huh. Chevotarevich. Is that a Russian name?
No. It's American.
All right. Let me see your name tag.
This yours?
It's his.
(Doctor) What are your parents' names?
(Nick) Lou. And, uh...
My mother's name is, uh...
(Tuts)
- Eva. - Uh-huh.
And what are your parents' dates of birth?
What the...?
(Gasps)
(Exhales)
(Gasps)
(Doctor) We're gonna have to get him outta here.
Sure, sure.
What's the other one, the extension for it?
Excuse me.
Some more noise, uh-huh.
Hello?
Uh, I'm calling the United States.
Clairton, Pennsylvania.
Clair... C-L-A...
I- R-T-O-N.
Pennsylvania. Right.
(Man) Yeah. Yeah, OK.
Never mind.
Nothing, nothing. No. Never mind. Nothing.
Hey, back off, Jack!
- Back off. - Yeah.
Well, just do that.
(Car horns blaring)
(Nick) Mike?
(Woman) Hello. How are you?
- Hey. - Mike?
Mike? Hey, Mike.
Sorry. I thought you were someone else.
- ♪ Too much for the man - ♪ Too much for the man
♪ He couldn't make it
♪ So he's leaving the life
♪ He's come to know
♪ Ooh, ooh
♪ He said he's going
♪ He said he's going back to find
♪ Going back to find
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's left of his world
♪ The world he left behind
♪ Not so long ago
- How are you? - OK.
♪ He's leaving
- ♪ On that midnight train to Georgia - I show you. Come.
- ♪ Oh, yeah - Not like the girls home in U.S.A.
- I make you crazy. - ♪ Going back to find
- ♪ To a simpler place and time - I make you crazy.
- ♪ Oh, yes, he is - ♪ Guess who's gonna be right by his side
- No, I don't wanna. - Come.
♪ Leaving on that midnight train to Georgia
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ I'd rather live in his world
♪ Than live without him in mine
♪ Mmm, L.A. ♪
Come on inside.
OK, what you like call me now, hmm?
What you like to call me?
- Linda. - Linda. Just like home.
No, no. Thank you.
Come back here. Come back here.
Come...
- Call me Linda. - Hey, look.
Elephants.
I gotta get an elephant.
- (Child crying) - (Nick) No!
I can't stay here in a room with a kid crying.
- (Girl) Come on. - (Nick) No. No!
(Girl) Why don't you pay me first?
Fuck you!
Oh.
(Nick) ♪ The snow does snow
♪ The rain does rain
♪ The wind does blow
♪ The rain does rain
♪ The snow does snow
♪ The wind does blow ♪
(Gunshot)
(Frenchman) You seem disturbed.
People inside doing it for money?
Sometime a great deal of money.
I cannot play this kind of game myself.
But I'm always... How do you say?
Looking out for those things quite different, quite rare.
Champagne, perhaps?
No.
(Tuts) Don't say no.
When a man say no to champagne, he say no to life.
You saw this before?
Up north.
Oh, yes. Of course.
Gotta go.
But you must come in.
I insist.
Of what is there to be afraid of after this war?
War is a joke.
- A silly thing. - I'm going home, ace!
Naturellement I pay my players...
cash, American.
However, should you prefer German marks or perhaps Swiss franc,
that, of course, can be arranged.
- I can arrange everything. - You got the wrong guy, ace.
- But you must come in. - Don't do that.
But I insist.
(Hubbub of conversation)
(Speaks Chinese)
(Indistinct shouting)
Nick!
Hey, Nick!
(Tyres screeching)
Hey! Nick! Nick!
- Listen, if you are very brave and lucky... - Hey, Nick!
...I can make you very, very rich.
(Driver) Wow, would you look at that?
- (Michael) Just keep going. Just keep going. - (Driver) You said Logan Street.
- The trailer. It's right there. - (Michael) Just keep going.
(Axel) Just wait till Michael gets here, huh?
(Stan) This is it! This is Michael!
All right. Everybody, stay where you are! Stay right there. I'll go get him.
Everybody, stay here.
Three cheers for the red, white and blue.
(All) Hip, hip, hurray!
Hip, hip, hurray!
- That cab ain't stopping. - What's going on?
(Axel) I can't wait for him to see all this stuff.
(John) What happened?
(Axel) Hey, Stosh, what happened? I thought it was him.
So his plane could be late.
Take it easy, will you, Axel? You're driving everyone nuts.
You OK?
I know Nick will be back soon.
I know Nick. He'll be coming back, too.
- Right, Axel? - Fuckin' A.
- Go straight on down to the highway. - (Driver) It's your bread, man.
(Knocking)
It's open!
I'm sor... Michael?
Oh, Michael!
Oh!
Oh, Michael! Oh, Michael!
Oh, my God.
Oh, gee.
Gee, you look beautiful.
Oh, uh... let me take your coat.
Oh! Everybody was here. You missed them all.
Oh.
They're gonna be so mad when they find out they missed you.
Welcome home.
(Chuckles) You know, I was hoping...
I was hoping somehow, Michael, maybe you had... Nick with you.
No.
You hear anything on Nick?
No.
Nothing. He's A.W.O.L.
That's all we know.
He'll be back.
He never wrote to me. He never called me.
Maybe you were out.
Yeah. Maybe.
So how are you anyway?
I'm fine. OK. How are you?
Er... me? (Chuckles)
I'm OK. I'm fine. I go along, you know?
Still working at the market there.
There's a million things to do.
- You sure you're all right, huh? - Yeah, I'm all right.
- What about your wounds? - It was nothing, just...
- Just the usual complications, that's all. - We heard.
No, that's not true, a lot of guys go through it.
Hmm.
I made Nick that sweater.
I couldn't remember the exact size, but...
I think he's about the same size as you, huh?
No.
Too big. Whoops.
Well, I could fix that, though. I mean...
One thing about wool, it's really a cinch...
...to fix.
Oh, Christ.
It's OK.
- How's your job? - Great. Fine. Yeah.
Once or twice we almost had to close. I gotta go to work now.
- Gotta go now? - Yeah.
Uh, would you mind if I walked you to work?
Mikie, you're so... weird.
You're always such a gentleman.
Well...
- It's cold out there. - Yeah.
I'm not used to it.
Oh, I'm so glad you're alive.
I'm so happy.
I really don't know what I feel.
- Hey, Jack. - Hello. How are you?
Linda, er... I just want to say how sorry I am about Nick.
And how... I know how much you loved him, and...
I know that it'll never be the same.
I just wanted to tell you that.
Maybe... I don't know, maybe you don't want to talk about it.
How's it going, hot lips?
Yeah, a new kid.
A real tough guy.
It's OK.
Mike.
Why don't you come in with me?
Just say hello. Go on, just for... Oh, Mike, please.
Just say hello. They want to see you, I know.
Just for a second, OK? OK.
Hey, look who's here. It's Michael.
- Look who's here. Hey, everybody. - Oh, Michael!
- Oh, Michael, I read about you in the paper. - Helen!
- Let me... - Oh, Michael. Oh, dear.
- Doesn't he look terrific, Janie? - Hi, Michael.
- Mike! - How beautiful you look.
- You look good, Mike. Welcome back. - We're glad he's home.
- Wait a minute. Look at his medals. - Congratulations.
- There's gotta be 20. - Oh, Michael.
- Helen! Come on. - Janie, leave me alone.
We really won over there, huh, Mike? We won.
- I have to go to work now. - We better...
Good seeing you.
See you, Michael.
- Come see us. - See you, Michael.
Bye.
- Can I see you later? - OK.
- After work? - Yeah. Where?
- Home? - Home? OK.
- One beer at John's. One beer. - One? Er...
Come on. I'll buy you a beer.
I'm in. All right. Just one.
Hey, Axel. Hey, Stosh. Axhead.
- Hey! - Hey!
- Hey! Look at this! Hey! Mikie! - How are you doing?
Hey, man. How are you doing? Hey, where was you?
- Where was you? - What do you mean? Where were you?
Where was you? We had everything all set there. The beer...
- Right, Axel? - Fuckin' A.
I got delayed.
- Something... - Hey.
You got a moustache.
- Yeah. - Hey, looks pretty good.
- It looks cute. - Yeah, it looks...
Come on. We're going to John's.
So how you guys been?
- Hanging in there. You know? - How's it feel to be shot?
- It don't. - Oh.
It don't hurt. If that's what you wanna know.
How youse been? Been OK?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Same old thing, you know? Nothing's changed.
I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat, and Axel here is getting fatter than ever.
Hey!
Hey, Stan, why don't you show him that gun?
Shh! Take it easy.
That little pussy thing you carry around back there. Look at that.
- Watch it. - What's that for?
- Same thing the other one was for. - And what was that for?
- He's a worrier. - Ah, forget it.
- Come on, let's go have a drink. - Yeah, let's get a drink.
♪ So long time forgotten
- ♪ Seems a good spell that I loved you... ♪ - Look what I found.
Hey, Mikie!
Push by! Let this man through! Let him through!
Hey, John! Good to see you!
Boy, oh, boy!
Come on. Come on in the back.
In the back. Come on!
All right, all right.
(Stan) Look what I found!
(Axel) What the hell's going on here?
Goddamn.
Stosh, get the glasses on the sink.
- Which ones? The dirty ones? - Yeah, use the dirty ones.
(Whistles) Holy shit! What did you do?
- Win the war all by yourself? - (Laughing)
- Look at this stuff. - No help from you.
Here we go!
(Speaks Russian)
- To you, Mike. - (Speaks Russian) To everybody.
- Fuckin' A. - (Speaks Russian)
Hey! Hey! Wait, wait!
To Nick and Steve!
- To Nick and Steve. - Nick and Steve.
You look great.
How's Angela?
Not so good, Mike.
- Worse since she talked to him. - Talked to who?
Steven.
She talked to Steve? I didn't know he was back.
- You didn't know he's back? - Oh, Jesus.
No, I didn't know he's back. Is he back?
- You... You didn't... - Where is he? Where is he?
- OK. Hey, John. Come on. Come on, John. - Where is he?
- Mike, I don't know. - Just answer me. Where is he?
- Just tell me where he is? - I don't know where he is, Mike.
Angela wouldn't tell us. Angela wouldn't tell us.
- Mike. - She wouldn't talk to anybody!
- Is that true? - Yeah.
(Child coughs)
Boom!
Angela.
I heard Steven was alive. Where is he?
Where's Steven?
Where is he? Just tell me where it is.
Angela, where is Steve?
(Whimpers)
Just tell me where he is.
Where is he?
Please.
You gotta tell me. Now where is he?
Do you know? Where is he?
Take care.
(Linda) Michael?
Right here.
- Whatcha doing? - Nothing.
Just got my gear, and I was gonna go.
- What? - I was gonna go.
Don't go. I have, er... all this food.
I'll make you a nice sit-down dinner.
I can't.
Mikie.
Why don't we go to bed?
Can't we just comfort each other?
No, I can't. Not here. I gotta get outta here.
Sorry. I just gotta get out. I'll be...
Look, I don't know.
I feel a lot of distance, and I feel far away. I'll see you later.
It feels kind of weird.
Coming to a motel.
You know what I mean, Michael? Mike?
Go ahead.
I got to put my can down for this one.
Ha! Ha!
(♪ GEORGE JONES & TAMMY WYNETTE: "Tattletale Eyes")
♪ Here we are staring at each other
♪ With that crazy look in our eyes
Michael, it's on the house.
- ♪ It happens every time we get together - No, thanks.
♪ Did we ever really say goodbye?
How are you feeling? You OK?
- ♪ Then our eyes keep looking at each other - You sure?
Yeah.
♪ They're talking over places... ♪
- All right! - Yeah!
Yeah, Linda!
What do you think of her, Mike?
- I don't know. - No, come on. On the level. On the level.
I don't know, Stosh.
Is she... Is she beautiful?
Is she beautiful? Is she?
♪ Tattletale eyes... ♪
- The truth? - Yeah!
No.
No?
No.
- Well, do you think she's intelligent? - No.
(Laughs) Neither do I.
♪ Tattletale eyes, told on our minds... ♪
I don't think she's intelligent either.
- What the hell you see in her? - I don't know, that's what I came to ask you.
Maybe she's good in bed.
Why don't you ask her?
- ♪ Tattletale eyes, told on our minds - Whoa!
♪ Oh, it's something
♪ How they read between the lines
♪ Tattletale eyes, told on our minds... ♪
Now, where the fuck is my fucking ball?
- Goddamn pinsetter! - ♪ Tattletale eyes
Where's he going?
- Axel! Axel! - ♪ No, you can't keep a thing
♪ From tattletale eyes ♪
Michael!
What the hell happened?
- What the hell happened? - The pinsetter came down.
Stan, get the jack out of my trunk.
(Laughing)
(Axel) Shit. Nothing works around this damn place anymore.
(Stan) We're getting you clear here.
Watch your elbow here. All right, you got it.
All right, belly burn.
- You all right, man? - Yeah.
- You all right, man? - Fuckin' A!
What do you guys want to do now, huh?
- We're going hunting, right? - Who asked you?
- Who the hell's asking you? - I was asking Mike.
- He's going. - Yeah, Mike's going.
- But no women. - Just like old times, hey, am I right?
- Just like old times? - Fuckin' A!
(Laughing)
(Stan) Are you kidding me, Axel?
Forty times we could've had it!
If I'd have been where you are.
Go get him, Axel!
Fuck you guys.
- Oh, how sweet it is. - Fuckin' A.
- (Gunshot) - Jesus Christ. What the hell is that?
(Gunshot)
Hey!
Hey! Hey, John! Axel! I got one!
(Laughing)
Hey, fellas! I got one!
OK?
(Shouts) OK!
What's that stupid little gun doing up here?
In case.
(Laughs) "In case"! In case of what?
In case you stumble on one of your girlfriends
sucking on a forest ranger's cock?
(Laughs)
You say that one more time.
Say it! Go on. Say it!
Stanley, you're so full of shit you're gonna float away.
- Try me! You try me! Just say it! - You're gonna float away.
- Easy, Mike. - Ow! Hey!
- Take it easy, Mike. - What the hell was that for?
What? You think it was loaded? Gimme that.
Don't.
You wanna play games? All right, I'll play your fucking games.
- Hey! - How do you feel now?
Huh? Huh?
- Hey! - Big shot!
(Gun clicks)
Hi, Michael!
- Linda's in back. - She's in the back?
- Yeah. Hey, how was the hunting? - It was fine. Thanks.
Linda, what's the matter?
I don't know.
What's the matter?
Noth... I don't know. (Chuckles)
Well, it's gotta be something.
I got the car outside.
Yeah. Well, that's OK.
You sure?
No, it's OK. Just leave me alone, OK?
Really.
See you tomorrow. Have a nice night.
Goodnight! See you tomorrow.
Come with me. We'll get you home.
No, I think I'll go with him.
- OK? Thanks. - Well, OK.
You OK?
Did you ever think life would turn out like this?
No.
(Bingo caller) "I" 27.
- "N" 40. - (Man) Bingo!
We have a bingo. Johnny-come-lately.
Where are you, Johnny?
There you are.
- "B" 15. "I" 16. - Right.
- "N" 33. - Right.
"G" 60.
We, yeah... That's a winner.
Get outta my road there, Ivan Stivan.
I can't see myself smoking.
And the next number: "I" 16.
Wish it was I. Nice sweet 16.
"I" 18.
Then you become a man.
Let's go, men. "G" 60.
And those boys that can't help themselves,
please, buddy, help them too.
Oh, will you dance with me?
"G" 47.
But I'm still satisfied with what I've got,
that wonderful life I've lived.
Think it over, buddy boys, and I'll give you "O" 61.
Hi. How ya doing?
Hi.
Steven, there's a call for you.
Maybe it's from Angela.
- Hello. - (Michael) 'Stevie, it's me, Mike.'
Michael?
Michael.
- Hey! - 'Hey!'
Hey!
How's things?
'I'm OK. Never mind me. How are you?'
Great.
Great. (Chuckles)
Hey, what... Hey, what's that noise? What?
Oh, wheelchairs.
'What?'
Hey, Stevie, when are you getting out?
Oh, I'm gonna stay here a while, Mike.
- What for? - 'The place is great.'
Huh?
It's like a resort.
'You know?'
I mean, they got basketball, bowling...
'What?'
Princess Grace came to see us the other day.
- Michael? - 'Hey, hey.'
- Hey! - 'Michael.'
'Steve? Stevie?'
Hey, I gotta go, Mike.
I gotta go.
- 'Curfew, man.' - (Hangs up)
Stevie? Steve?
S...
(Clattering)
(Steven) Michael!
Michael! Hey!
- Hey, hey. - Hey, hey.
Mike. How are you?
- Hey, huh? - Hey.
- Michael. - Yeah.
Hey.
Uh, hi.
Sure, we made it. We made it. We made it.
- OK! - Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
Hey. I don't want to go home.
- I know. I know. - Oh, good. Good.
Yeah, good, good.
Really.
- You look good. - Yeah.
You do any hunting?
- Hunting? Uh, yeah. - Did you get one?
Er... yeah. No. No.
- You didn't get a deer? - Didn't get anything.
- Huh? - No. Uh, no.
I was tracking this beautiful buck... Slipped away.
Oh! Oh.
- Angela didn't send you? - Angela?
- She didn't send you here? - No.
Yeah, good.
- I got something I want to show you. - What's that?
I got something here.
Come here with me for a minute. It's something I gotta show you.
Yeah. Yeah.
Angela, she keeps sending me socks.
It's not socks I gotta show you, Mike.
This comes every month from Saigon.
I don't understand.
That place is gonna fall any day now.
It's Nicky, Steve.
Nick's alive?
Mike. Hey!
What did you say?
How do you know?
Hey.
That place is gonna get caught in a terrible shit storm.
Where's a guy like Nick get money like this?
I don't know. Cards, maybe.
Listen, Steven, I'm gonna take you home.
- Aw, shit, Mike. You promised me. - I'm gonna take you home.
- Come on! I don't fit. - You can't stay here. Come on.
Look. Hey!
- I'm gonna take you home. - Fuck, man, look!
You promised me, man! I don't fit!
Michael! Hey!
I'm sorry. You do as your heart tells you, man.
Coke machine, if anybody wants one.
Sergeant, we're running late.
Make way!
(Woman) Hey, where you going?
Where you going? You come with me?
(Siren wails)
C'est pas le moment de se promener!
- Il faut filer maintenant. - Do you remember me?
Ah, je comprends pas l'anglais.
Do you remember me?
Je comprends pas l'anglais. Désolé. Je dois partir.
Do you remember Nick? Remember Nick?
- Where is he? - I don't know.
Really I don't know.
He disappear a long time ago.
(Engine starts)
- Hold on a minute, ace. - What are you looking for?
- Nothing to see anymore here. - See that?
- What you want? - I want a game.
That's for you.
It's too dangerous now.
These time are too dangerous for this kind of game.
What do you think? You think I'm afraid of you?
I want to play the American.
I'll match him. Highest stakes.
Je crois queje suis aussi fou que toi.
OK.
How do I know you know where he is?
Because I know, that's all.
But I have to take you by the river.
Only because I feel comfortable with a white suit.
On arrive. Here we are.
You like change your mind? Still time.
Qu'est-ce qu'on est à foutre dans cette galère.
(Continues muttering in French)
Allez. Venons en vitesse.
Oh! Tu viens, oui?
Qu'est-ce que tu attends? Come on!
Wait here.
(Man speaking Chinese)
He say we have to pay for go inside.
- How much? - One thousand dollar.
Tell him I'm coming up.
(Speaks Chinese)
(Continues in Chinese)
He say, "Yes, the famous American is inside."
You have to give him $500 more for this information.
Foireux.
Il me fait chier de voir des cons comme ça.
Les conneries continuent. Bon, qu'est-ce queje fous ici?
C'est pas possible.
(Indistinct shouting)
(Referee speaks Chinese)
(Continues in Chinese)
(Gun clicks, crowd cheers)
(Indistinct shouting)
- Where's Nick? - I don't know.
- What do you mean? Where is he? - I have to go ask the boss.
Hey! Nick.
You all right? Nick, it's me.
Nick.
Hey, hey.
What are you doing?
Nick, what are you... What are you doing?
Nicolas. What's the matter?
Get over there. Get over there.
You know it's me? It's Mike.
- Tell me it's Mike. Tell me it's Mike. - It's Mike.
- Tell me it's Mike. - It's Mike.
- Mike. Mike who? Mike who? - Hey.
- Mike who? - Mike who? I don't know.
Nicolas, I came 12,000 miles back here to get you.
Don't do that to me. I'll fucking...
Don't do it. Don't do it.
Don't do it. What's the matter with you?
Don't you recognise me? Huh?
Don't you recognise me?
Huh?
Nicky, I love you. You're my friend. What are you doing?
Don't you fucking do this to me, you fucking...
Did you hear what I said?
Get me in the fucking game.
(Indistinct chattering)
Salut.
J'ai un ami américain là. Il voudrait rencontrer tonjoueur.
Il est très courageux. Il a déjàjoué dans le temps.
D'accord?
How much?
Here's how much.
Here, you count it.
Compte, ça suffit?
(Speaking Chinese)
Why not?
- Why not? - Attends.
Avec ça en plus, ça va?
I don't want this money.
You don't want the money? Here. Take it. Take that, too.
Tell him. Go ahead.
Et avec ça, ça suffit?
(Speaking Chinese)
(Crowd cheering)
(Speaks Chinese)
We don't have much time. We don't have much time, Nick.
(Speaks Chinese)
Don't do it.
(Gun clicks, crowd cheers)
What are you...?
(Shouts in Chinese)
Is this what you want?
I love you, Nick.
(Gun clicks, crowd cheers)
Don't do it.
(Referee shouts)
Come on, Nicky. Come home.
Just come home. Home.
Talk to me.
Nicolas, talk to me.
(Shouts)
Nicky. Nicky.
Wait a minute, Nick. What did you do to your arms?
Nicky, do you remember all the different ways of the trees?
Do you remember? Huh?
The mountains? You remember all that?
- One shot. - One shot. One shot.
(Chuckles)
- Hey. - Yeah.
(Michael) Nicky! Nick!
Nick!
Oh! Nicky! Nick!
Nicky! Nick!
Nicky! Nicky!
Don't! Nick! No!
No! No!
Nicky, you can't!
(TV) 'This seems to be the last chapter
'in the history of American involvement in Vietnam.
'It's also been the largest single movement of people
'in the history of America itself.
'Hillary Brown, ABC News,
'aboard the attack aircraft carrier USS Hancock,
'in the South China Sea.'
(Church bells ringing)
(♪ Choir singing)
♪ May his soul dwell
♪ Among the righteous ♪
(Child) Mommy!
(John) I'll get these tables.
Axel, bring those two tables over here.
I'll get it.
(John) Everybody make yourself at home. The coffee's already made.
- Cups. I'll get the cups. - I'll help you with that.
(Stan) I'll help you too, John.
Oh, hey, there's too many cups.
How does everybody want their eggs?
How about just scrambled, John?
Toast! Toast.
- Hey. - (Linda) Uh-uh.
Careful, Linda. It's hot.
(Stan) Hey, Axel, how about some beer?
Here, uh... I'll get started on the eggs.
- Yeah, I'll help you with the eggs. - No, Linda, Linda. Sit down. Sit down.
Pour the coffee.
(Sobs)
It's been such a grey day.
(♪ Hums)
♪ Stand beside her
♪ And guide her
(♪ Continues humming)
♪ God bless America
♪ Land that I love
♪ Stand beside her
♪ And guide her
♪ Through the night with the light from above
♪ From the mountains
♪ To the prairies
♪ To the oceans
♪ White with foam
♪ God bless America
♪ My home sweet home
♪ God bless America
♪ My home sweet home ♪
Here's to Nick.
To Nick.
(All) To Nick.
To Nick.