All language subtitles for Never So Few

Yeah, this is it.

This is it, men!

All right, get the stuff
back to the bivouac.

And all you guys,
including you,

stay away
from the booze.

We'll ration it later.

OK, Hiawatha, start totin'.

Don't you call me
Hiawatha.

As a matter of fact,
sergeant rich boy,

you just keep
your mouth shut.

Whew!

You go pick 'em up.
come on.

When do you
expect the nips?

Full moon tonight.

They'll hit early.

Figure we're gonna have
booze for supper.

You can't win.

You miss the drop

and the yellows
starve you out,

you take it down
the chimney,

they spot you
and attack.

Clever,
these Japanese.

Ah. Brilliant.

[SPEAKING KACHIN]

Busted as usual, huh?

Yes. The morphine's
had it, too.

Again no doctor,
Duah?

Nope. Here's the doctor.

The gods of drink.

The spirit of spirits.

Duah Tom,
you are doctor.

You one very
fine doctor.

I have amplifier.

Probably the local
oscillator.

There's not one of those
within 500 miles.

Who's got
the cranks again?

Stop making excuses
for that thing

and make it work.

We'll give it
the old college try.

OK, Hiawatha, belch
a little Navajo.

Hold it.

I told you,
sergeant rich boy,

don't you call me
Hiawatha.

On your feet.

[MONKEY CHATTERS]

What's your problem,
Danforth?

I don't like
this lash-up.

You volunteered
for it.

This is what you
volunteered for.

These are the people
you work with.

I didn't volunteer
to take a lot of puke

from this sergeant
rich boy here

just because
I'm a Navajo.

And I'll tell you
something else.

I didn't volunteer
to take orders

from that Nautaung
that you sent

to give 'em to me.

He's a gook, and I take
no orders from gooks.

you know, Danforth,
it's a very small world.

you and Nautaung
are relatives.

Yeah, you're
blood brothers.

I was once told
that the Kachins

are the revered ancestors
of the Navajo.

Ha ha. I find that
fascinating, you know,

like one of those
indoctrination lectures

about democracy
and the big picture.

Well, I'm not sure I can
even spell "democracy,"

and I don't know what
the big picture looks like,

but I do know
you got a big mouth.

And if you open it again and
start spoutin' about gooks,

you're gonna get none
of this to pour into it.

Now let's go to work.

Yes, sir.

Ah, it's on
the berserk again.

Mail, Duah.

Thank you, Bye Ya.

Moon coming up.

Tonight we make
fine ambush.

Always fine
ambush.

Only how long we
go on like this?

Who knows?

We're the only active
force in the hills.

[WHISTLING A TUNE]

Now it works.

Hope the walkie-talkies
are working.

Hello, Danny.

[WHISTLING]

You chaps make a fine lot
of decoys.

[WHISTLING]

Run this up for me.

I try, Danny.

Ha ha ha.

Great way to
play poker.

Come on, you sitting
ducks, ante up.

[WOLF WHISTLE]

From old man?

[STATIC OVER WALKIE-TALKIE]

A column of Japanese
are crossing river,

taking the east trail
through the jungle.

They're right on.
ask Danforth.

Didn't I tell him
they'd be right on?

Drink, sergeant.

Not tonight.

He says the hardware
business is good.

He bought two more
stores, cheap.

He thinks I should
pray once in a while

"because prayer
never hurt anybody,

and it don't
cost a dime."

Ha ha.

America a very
funny place,

full of prayers
and money.

Ha ha.

[STATIC]

Another column
coming from the east.

Estimate over 200 men.

One smaller column
crossing river.

Three.

Right on edge
of perimeter.

Get ready.

This is no way
to fight a war.

Well...

another evening
of joy unconfined.

[GUNFIRE]

[SHOUTS]

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

[SHOUTS ORDERS]

[SHOUTS ORDERS]

[YELLING]

Banzai! Banzai!

[YELLING]

Aah!

Aah!

[GUNFIRE STOPS]

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]

Medic!

Mike! Mike Island!

Sucked 'em in
rather good, eh?

Bye Ya.

Bye Ya.

Duah?

[MOANS]

Got it
in his stomach.

It's hopeless.

He may last
till morning,

I don't know.

I wish to god we
had that morphine.

[MOANS]

Sorry, Duah...

You're a real soldier
now, Bye Ya.

You have tasted the pain
of wound in combat.

Get out.

Tom...

Tom, you can't
do it.

Would you rather
he suffered

for another 12
or 15 hours?

You'd shoot a lousy horse
with a broken leg

to end his misery.
now get out.

A human being
is not an animal.

Don't give me
any sermons.

You're not
the chaplain.

You can't murder
a man

without killing part
of yourself.

I've been killing men
all night long.

Now get out.

So have all of us.

But that doesn't
give you the right--

Get out!

[GUNSHOT]

Why?

Why'd you have
to do that?

Get back to
your squawk box.

Why didn't you let
Nautaung do it?

Because it's my job,
that's why.

You get back
to your job.

Get hold of
the colonel

and tell him I'll see
him tomorrow morning.

I'll meet his plane at
coordinates George 6.3.

Yes, sir.

[SPEAKING NAVAJO]

Charlie-fox-dog
calling zebra-4-two.

[SPEAKING NAVAJO]

Over.

MAN ON RADIO:
Zebra-4-two, over.

[DANFORTH SPEAKING
NAVAJO OVER RADIO]

George 6.3.

[SPEAKING NAVAJO]

Over.

[MAN ON RADIO
SPEAKING NAVAJO]

Over.

They want to know
your purpose

for coming in.

[TURNS OFF RADIO]

My name's Ringa, sir.

Colonel Parkson's
driver.

Well, where's the colonel?

He's locked in
a military mission.

He said he'd meet you at
headquarters at zero--

at 0800
in the morning, sir.

What's he expect us to do
till 0800 in the morning,

play a fast game of jacks?

Well, he suggested
the captain use the time

to adjust himself
to civilization.

You know, girls,
booze, heh heh.

You've got more weapons
here than a bank dick.

Sir.

Yeah, we put no trust
in slingshots.

Well, the jeep
and I are both

at the captain's
convenience.

Any questions, sir?

Yeah. You wouldn't
happen to know

A Red Cross lady named
Margaret Fitch, would you?

Fitch...Fitch...

Well, it seems to me
that the empress hotel

and a couple of those other
local creep joints,

they're Red Cross country.

I'll find her, sir.

Thank you, corporal.

Thank you, sir.

[BAND PLAYING]

This is a grand
way to live.

This is even
a better way to die.

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

Oh, well,

thanks for the toboggan
ride, corporal.

But you really belong
in a PT boat.

RINGA: my pleasure.

I'm just
kind of sorry

we didn't have a flat
tire or something, sir.

Ma'am.

Ha ha!
Good night.

Well,
when do we eat?

Take it easy, Pappy.

This isn't
hurryin' up time,

this is
slowin' down time.

Let's drink easy
and long and consistent.

Right-o. We'll
drink ourselves

into a tortured
hangover.

Mm-hmm.

Darling!

Oh, darling.

Well, what's
happened to you?

You've changed.

Yeah, but you haven't.

Like to bent me double.

And where
have you been?

Everybody I've talked to
acted as though

you're top-secret
or something.

Margaret, this is
Danny De Mortimer.

He speaks English
like he hates it.

Margaret Fitch.

What pumpkin did
you pop out of?

The empress hotel.

You see?

Just like good old Corporal
"Thank you, sir" Ringa stated.

Would you think me
terribly jay

if I were to ask just what
you're doing in the war?

I'd rather tell
you what I do.

You see, I'm working
on military secrets.

I'm looking for
a beautiful spy

to sell them to.

You wouldn't happen to
number a beautiful spy

among your friends,
would you?

We'll find you
a girl, Danny.

As a matter of fact,
if it weren't for Tom,

and this and that,

you'd have me
completely enslaved.

I think
it's the monocle.

I think
it's very chic.

Oh, it's smashing.

[LAUGHS]

Well, I have
an injured eye

through which I take

a rather jaundiced
view of the world.

Margaret, don't ask him
how he keeps it in.

How do you
keep it in?

Well, the problem
is getting it out.

You see, it can't
even be dislodged

by a severe blow.

Tom, shall we
demonstrate?

Let's not
play that game.

Oh, come on,
Thomas, old man.

One blow for the
edification of the lady.

[MUSIC ENDS, APPLAUSE]

Remarkable,
isn't it?

Ahem.

Hello, Fred.

Well, I suppose
there's no use

pretending I
don't know you.

Miss Carla Vesari,
Mr. Nikko Regas,

This is Captain
Tom Reynolds

and Captain
Danny De Mortimer.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Won't you join us?

Delighted.

Oh, Margaret Fitch,
this is Miss Vesari.

Mr. Regas,
and Colonel Parkson.

So these are
the twin legends

you were telling
us about.

Disappointed?

REGAS: Oh, no, no,
not at all.

It's just that you are
rather young to be legends.

Well, we're over 21.

Regas: How do you plan
to spend your leave here?

DE MORTIMER:
no leave, no plans.

Well, we could
shoot off

a couple of firecrackers
or something.

REGAS: we should be
able to provide you

with something more
exciting than...

sparklers.

Any suggestions,
Carla?

I think the captain will
fill up his time eventually.

I could use a little
help with that.

Would you like
to dance?

Of course, my dear.

Have you been in India
long, Miss Fitch?

Several months.

Allow me.

Or...

is it a brand
of ownership?

No, not at all.

It's just a good old
American salutation.

It means nothing?

Nothing.

You'd be surprised
at some of the customs

of my people.

Well, relax.

I beg your pardon?

Let it go.

I'm a mild-mannered,
soft-spoken man,

and I'm a gentleman
and an officer.

And I never make
a sudden move.

I'm very pleased
to hear it.

And what's your rank
and serial number?

I'm cautious,
conventional,

and very, very careful.

And you're on
the green side of 25,

you're put together like
a Christmas package,

and you remind me of
a pretty girl I once saw

in a perfume ad before
I became a lonely soldier.

And I, too, am looking
for signs of ownership.

Are you attached
to the...

handsome old gentleman?

You're amusing.

It seems to be

one of your more
astounding traits.

Name another.

Your love of combat.

You even bring the war
back here with you.

Well, sometimes men brawl

to forget combat.

Captain Reynolds,

is this your
first war?

It is definitely
my last.

I think you love it.

Like most men,
you relish war.

Miss Vesari, this may
come as a shock to you,

but I do not like war.

What did you do
back home?

I worked in my father's
hardware store

In Indianapolis,
Indiana.

And look at you now.

You're having
more fun

than you ever had
in your life.

And you're off on
a great adventure,

living in the middle
of a travel poster.

And all because you found
in yourself a rare ability

for violence.

You are a gifted killer.

Somebody had to leash
the dogs of war.

Of course.
You're patriotic.

A fighter for freedom.

All right.

So I like war.

[APPLAUSE]

What do you like?

I like mature men,
Captain Reynolds.

They ripen a girl,
if you know what I mean.

They know how to speak
to headwaiters,

they know how
to behave in public.

But certainly, a little
thing like an attachment

wouldn't make
any difference to you.

Hell, no.

However,
I'm always interested

in improving myself.

What could you offer me?

Well, I could send you flowers,
I could mow your lawn,

I could buy you
an ice cream soda.

And we could hold hands
in the movies.

You tempt me.

But on second thought,

You couldn't even
afford my cook.

You mean I'm not
in the same league

with the, uh--

the old gentleman?

Financially?

You are not in the same
league with him

in any department.

Miss Vesari.

Can I see you again?

Hell, no.

Nikko?

Yes, my dear.

Thank you for
your hospitality.

I'd like to return it.

We are going tomorrow

to our cottage
at Chandigarh.

Very rural, very
away from it all.

If you do ever
get leave,

please drop around,
anytime.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night,
Miss Fitch.

I will see you
in the morning?

Yes, sir. 0800, sir.

Good night, gentlemen.

Well.

Danny, do you know anything
about this guy Regas?

Well--

he's supposed to be

in the shipping
business,

but I think he's
an opium smuggler

in wolves' clothing.

What about
Carla Vesari?

She's quite
a crock of curry.

Nikko Regas is a shy,
retiring bloodsucker

of all trades.

What about Carla?

What do you suppose
Fred's doing with him?

What do you suppose

Carla's doing
with him?

What she's doing
with him is obvious.

I think we've
just about exploited

the possibilities
of this joint, huh?

Waiter, check.

All right, Ringa, out.

Out!

Now, look, Ringa--

Good show.

Uh, one minute, sir!

Back in a minute, sir.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Sorry about
the delay, sir.

Anytime the captain's ready.

About those guardians
of law and order...

Yeah, well,
he shouldn't have

jerked me up
like that, sir.

I mean, any trouble
or violence,

naturally, I want to be
a thousand miles away from it,

but, uh, cops
make me nervous.

Corporal, what did you
do with them?

Oh, they're
relaxing, sir.

They're sort of allies
of ours, you know?

Don't you think there
might be repercussions?

Not on an official
level, sir.

I mean, I know
these guys.

They've got
their pride,

their professional
pride.

They'll probably
report they were

hit by a truck
or something.

Ma'am.

What about
an unofficial level?

Oh. Oh, well,
I'll apologize.

I mean, I'll buy them
a drink,

ask to see pictures
of their children.

Say, you know that
big Indian fella?

He's got 4 kids.

What'll it be,
something--

something big
and brassy, sir?

Yeah, that's fine.

FITCH: Charge!

Excuse me for
saying so, sir, but...

you look terrible.

Inside of my mouth

tastes like the outside
of a crocodile.

There's some toothpaste
in here, sir.

You can use it
on your fingers

for washing
your teeth.

I've got
some water here

for rinsing out
your mouth.

But I'd like to
caution the captain

against drinking
that water, sir.

It has a tendency
to cause ulcers.

Now,
for swallowing,

I suggest the gin, sir.

Gin?

Yes, sir.
old panther.

Very, very popular among
the enlisted personnel.

You mean to say
they drink this?

Guzzle it.

Like the old story
about the crap game.

Everybody knows
it's crook,

but it's the only
crap game in town.

Where do they get it?

From me, sir.

I make it,
bottle it,

label it,
sell it.

I even drink it.

God, you've got guts.

You interest me, Ringa.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Knock off the "sir" detail.
You ever seen any combat?

Here and there, sir,
A little bit.

Well, where and where,
a little bit?

New York City, mostly.

I've seen action
in Williamsburg,

Hell's Kitchen,

Yorkville, Weehauken--

well, of course,
that's in New Jersey.

You know, the funny
part about it is,

since I've
joined the army

and the war started,

I've led a comparatively
sheltered life.

Well, you're going to be
about 10 minutes late.

Good morning, sir.
He's waiting for you.

Good morning, colonel.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Well, what can I
do for you?

I want a doctor, Fred,

and I want one
right away,

or you won't have
a single Kachin left

to fight your war.

Did you fly down here

just to bicker
about doctors?

Among other things,

but most important,
the doctor.

Now, look. we've only
been here a few hours,

but already I've seen
10, 15 doctors.

Where are they coming from?
Where are they going?

Tom, I'm going to listen to
anything you've got to say,

but just who do you
think you are?

You and your jungle wallahs

coming down here
out of the bush,

flexing your muscles
and polishing your halos.

You're not the only guys
fighting the backwash war.

We're the only guys
without a doctor.

All right. You find yourself
an unassigned doctor

and I'll tag him for
your outfit. what else?

We want morphine
and medical supplies.

Those guys have been
dropping them in egg crates.

They've been busting them.

I'll demand extra care
in packing,

Give each medical chest
a double chute.

What else?

What's being done

to take the pressure
off the Kachins?

40,000 nips are
rolling down on us

from Ubachi airfield.

40,000.

There's a strike
scheduled for Ubachi.

Throw everything
we've got at them.

When?

You'll be
the first to know.

What's the catch, Fred?

Catch?

Yeah. What are you up to?

Want you and Danny
to take a holiday.

Pick any rest area
in the Himalayas.

Take two weeks.

Holiday?

No. Out of the question.

I couldn't stay out of
the hills for two weeks.

The Kachins got by

for hundreds of years
before you were born,

and they'll get by
long after

I spit
on your grave--

at least for
another two weeks,

which you will take,
and that,

As we desk colonels
say,

is an order.

All right, Fred.

We'll take the two
weeks, providing...

Providing?

Providing the Kachins
are moved out to a rest area.

And?

Who?
We get Ringa.

R-I-N-G-A. Your driver.

But he's a kid.
He's a baby-faced kid.

Is he?
We want him.

You want him, you got him.
Where do you want to go?

Chandigarh.

Chandigarh?

Yeah. You heard
what the man said.

Like to go up there
and think things over,

like getting a doctor
for my campaign.

And a few other
things, right?

Right. Colonel.

Goodbye, sir.

Do you have
a reservation

for Reynolds
and de Mortimer?

Yes, sir.

Captain,
letter for you.

Thank you.

Well, we're invited
to a party tonight,

By Mr. Nikko Regas.

Well, how did he know?

There's something
spooky about that man.

How can you say that?

You know he's
the squarest shooter

on the road to Mandalay.

Hmm. I wish I had a copy
of who's who in India.

Or maybe the Bombay
police blotter.

I'd like to look up
friend Regas.

Anybody who invites us
to a party

can't be all that bad.

And let's not bite
the hand

that buys the booze.

[BAND PLAYING WALTZ]

Some cottage.

Very rural.
Stately, but rural.

You can bet me
he didn't get it

by trading beads
with the natives.

Welcome, allies.

Mr. Regas.

We didn't realize
you were tossing a gala.

Oh, nonsense.

Yhis sort of thing goes on
around here every night.

Now, I want you to consider this
your home in Chandigarh--

your foxhole away from
your foxhole, so to speak.

Now, after you've
enjoyed all this,

perhaps the pool
might amuse you,

and tomorrow,

the gymnasium,
the stables.

Stables?

Oh, yes. I have
a few Arabians,

ex-polo ponies.
They hack quite well.

Carla rides every day.

Janine?

Oui?

[INTRODUCING REYNOLDS
AND De MORTIMER IN FRENCH]

Enchante.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]
...Champagne.

Whiskey...
[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Mais oui.

That takes excellent care
of the captain

in any language.

Now...

[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]

I say, how about
some caviar instead?

Oh.

Carla?

How are you?

Very well, thank you.
It's nice to see you.

Wreck any nightclubs
lately?

Could I interest you
in some caviar, hmm?

[SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE]

Europeans, Sikhs, Chinese,

doctors, lawyers,
merchants, and thieves.

You're a terrible poet.

Mr. Regas throws
quite a net.

He has many friends.

And much money.

It's just like Indianapolis,
except this goes up and down.

Isn't it beautiful?

It is.

You live here with Nikko?

I want to tell you
something, captain,

and then perhaps
you'll let me alone.

I live here, with Nikko,

so why don't you go
back to the hills

and play with your
popguns?

I still think he's
a little old for you.

Your innocence
is touching.

Do you really think
the young

have all the advantages
of the world?

I was thinking
of certain advantages.

Tell me about Nikko.

He buys
and sells things,

in seven languages,
at all hours.

Nikko tells me
you ride every morning.

Not every morning.

Would you ride
with me tomorrow?

Perhaps.

Danny lived like that once.

For a while,
but I couldn't stand it.

So I came back
to the world of men

and their commodities.

I couldn't stand that,
either.

Hey, you all right, chum?

Feel a bit clammy.

Too much night life
and lazy living.

You come here often?

Yes. The Sadhus--

I don't know
how to say it--

fascinate me.

They believe in prayer
and contemplation

and take no interest
in worldly pleasures.

Might set you
a good example.

I could never make it.

I no longer qualify
for the state of grace.

I've been a soldier
for 3 years.

What do you believe in?

Live and let live.

It's funny when you think
of the business I'm in.

Oh, Danny!
what is it?

I always get a bit sick

when there's
an attractive girl around.

[CARLA SPEAKING
LOCAL LANGUAGE]

He has typhus.

Better get out of here,
all of you.

I haven't got
typhus.

I beg your pardon?

Have not
got typhus.

You have
a medical degree?

What is your opinion?

Cerebral malaria.

Cerebral malaria.

The tests will tell.
I'll make them at once.

Perhaps he's right.
why don't you leave?

No. I've seen typhus
and malaria, too.

He's got malaria.

Got to get
out of here!

Let me go!
I'll kill you!

[SHOUTING]

We're going to
have to tie him down.

[SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE]

We have to sweat him
to break his fever.

Yeah.
Take it easy, Danny.

I obtained his
medical history

from headquarters.

He's had
cerebral malaria.

It's obviously
flared up again.

As I suppose he was
trying to tell me.

How long has this
been in here?

REYNOLDS:
Little over 3 minutes.

Nothing more to do tonight
except keep sweating him.

Fever's breaking.

I'll start him on
quinine in the morning.

He shouldn't be moved
for a few days.

Of course. He's our guest.

I'll be by to see him
tomorrow. Good night.

Good night.

Good night,
captain.

Good night, doctor.

What you trying to do,

bring me back alive?

You scared the...
out of me.

Put on a good show,
huh?

Smashing.

Now, you get some rest.

You've near ruined
my leave as it is.

You wouldn't dare
go out and have fun,

leave me flat
on my duff.

Don't be ridiculous.
of course I wouldn't.

Feel like an old serial.

When does the train
run over me?

REYNOLDS: Oh, shut up
and go to sleep.

How's the Englishman?

He'll live.

And the American?

He'll live, too.

And you?

I'll live forever.

I'm going into China
for a few days.

Would you like
to come with me?

I'd better stay here,
if you don't mind.

We have guests,
and one of them is ill.

Carla, dear, beware
of sickbed scenes,

particularly against
a background of war.

A man and a woman
hovering over a sickbed

make an abomination
of romance.

She sees him
as a selfless,

devoted pillar
of strength.

He sees her as tender
and merciful,

a ministering angel.

So what happens?

The patient dies.

No matter whether
he lives or dies,

the romance
is a success.

Nikko, dear, I hate
to dispel your fantasy, but--

Now, let me dwell
just for one moment

on the American male.

They're absolutely
insidious, Carla.

They are full of
the lonesome prairie

and the smell
of tumbleweed.

They are sincere
and dedicated,

and your Tom Reynolds--

Really, Nikko,
he's not my Tom Reynolds.

your Tom Reynolds
is no exception--

a regular Abe Lincoln
in north Burma.

A girl like you with
a sophisticated palate

is a pushover
for the type.

What a terribly
civilized man you are.

You never lose your balance.

Let me be honest
with you.

I understand appetite,

and I know what it is
to want things.

But I must tell you
something

rather disagreeable
about myself.

I'm a bad loser.

If I stay with you, Nikko,

it won't be because
I'm afraid of you.

In this day and age,
my dear,

fear is
a very good basis

for a relationship.

[MONKEYS CHATTERING]

I thought an old
monkey lover like you

would appreciate it.

Once when I was a kid,

my grandfather took me
to the circus.

and there was maybe
20, 30 monkeys,

and I thought they were all
of the monkeys in the world.

Tell me about
when you were a kid.

Well, I was a sneak,
and I was satanic.

That's enough. Tell me
about your grandfather.

He was a sneak,
and he was satanic.

And once he told me that
he could never trust a man

who claimed that he never had
a hankering for women.

Hankering?

Hankering.

To hanker.

It means to have a strong desire
for something or someone.

In this case, a girl.

I see. You hanker.

I hanker...
for you alone.

Don't sweep me
off my feet.

What would you like
for Christmas?

A 12-foot statue
of your grandfather.

No, be serious. We jump off
on December 25,

and the days
are getting shorter.

You are the most
depressing seducer

I ever fought off.

Then don't fight.

And then what?

Your jungle,
hand in hand?

Or should I wait
for you

until you can take me
to live above

the hardware store
in Indianapolis?

And please stop
sniffing around me

like an animal.

You know the kind
of world I want.

And you know the kind
of world I've got.

You've got a few boyish
notions about love.

I know love's reality.

Let's go back.

Nikko will be
waiting for me.

He's in good shape.

I won't have to
see him again.

Well, when do I
get out of here?

Oh, you mean,

when will you be ready
to play soldier again?

Oh, three days.

When will you be ready?

Ready? For what?

We needed you in our outfit,

and I put in a request for you,
and it was granted.

The request was gr--

Well, you might have
asked me

how I felt about it.

I'm not interested in your
personal considerations.

We needed a doctor,
and you're it.

We take a plane
out of here in 3 days

and bail out
over the Kachin hills.

Bail out?!

Bail out.

You mean--

Jump.

Parachute, old man.

We'll see about this.

He's going to love it
up there in the hills.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening. How about
having dinner with us tonight?

No, thanks.
More comfortable here.

Carla.

Carla?

Carla?

Carla? Carla.

I'm in here.
Come on in.

Oh, I'm sorry. I must have
misunderstood you.

Oh, come in
and sit down.

How is Danny tonight?

Oh, he's, uh...
I guess he's all right.

When do you think
it will be over?

The war, I mean.

I don't know.
It may never be over.

When it is over,

what will you do
back in America?

I've--I've never
thought about it.

I may never go back
to America.

Relax.

Where would you go?

I think I better
stay in the jungle.

It's a lot simpler there.

Tom, wait!

Please, wait!

Wait for what?

Must it be like this
just because I'm not

in the market
for an affair?

Oh, you're in the market,
all right.

It's just
a matter of price.

I know when
I'm well off.

Do you, now?

Is that why you
invited me in your bath?

Don't be so provincial.

In Japan, men and women
bathe together.

This is not Japan,
and you'd well know it.

It was a mistake.
I'm sorry.

Does that satisfy you?

No.

Your stern
Midwestern morality

is so refreshing.

All right, you wanted me
to squirm, so I did.

But there's another thing.

I don't like striking out
until I get to bat.

You've got
the wrong girl,

wrong place,
wrong time.

OK, I'll see you get
a good conduct medal

to add to the rest
of your loot.

In the meantime, let me
pin this one on you.

You are very
sure of yourself.

I am now.

I kissed you, lady,
and you kissed me back.

You--

I got the message.

This, lady,
is the Staten Island ferry.

We've sent the kids off
to my mother's,

and this is the first time
we've been together in a week.

Mm.

[SHOUTING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Hi, Junior!

Little Petey just
got over a cold,

we've had
the chickenpox bit,

you've said to me, "Get me
out of the house, or else."

[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]

How many children
do we have?

Four, and Jenny's
on the way.

Do we have room in
the house for Jenny?

Of course. I'm going to
move out to the fire escape.

Carla.

[CALLING OUT GREETINGS]

And I have one of
those wonderful

American wraparound
electrical kitchens,

giant economy size?

Payments are breaking me.

All the food
is frozen, no?

Nope. Your place, woman,
will be at the stove,

whipping up pasta, minestrone,

lasagne, and zabaglione.

What do you want
for tonight?

Lasagne.

In the summer,

we'll go to
the country,

and the children
drink goat's milk.

At coney island?

Is that where one
gets goat's milk?

Yes, darling, that's where
you get goat's milk.

I'm going to miss you.

Where I'm going,
nobody smells of soap.

I shall worry about you.

Don't worry. I'm not
your responsibility.

That's precisely
why I am worried.

It was fun,
though, wasn't it?

That's the way I am--

a lot of fun with a heart
as big as the Himalayas.

That's not what
I had in mind.

I've been looking
for answers to...

certain problems.

I don't think
I've even been asking

the right kind
of questions.

Well--

Carla, I'm falling
in love with you, I think.

Are you sure?

Can't be sure of anything.

But I know one thing...

I didn't figure it would
turn out this way.

You tripped over
your own shoelaces.

No...

I realized that I wanted
somebody to come back to.

And I want you.

Stay alive for yourself.

My plans include you--

all of my plans,
from now on.

Please, Tom.

We'll talk about it
when you come back.

Let's talk about it now.

You change your address.

Tell Nikko it's over. Finis.

Tell him you're going
down the social scale,

that you've taken up
with a no-good G.I.,

who's going to keep you
barefoot and pregnant

and on the edge of town.

We're going to be married.

[FOOTSTEPS]

I'll be back.

Learn to cook.

There's your spot, captain.
Hit the silk!

Happy landings, Doc!

Maybe I should
have practiced.

What's the sense
of practicing

what you can only
do wrong once, Doc?

MEN: Duah! Duah! Duah!

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Merry Christmas.

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]

Merry Christmas.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHEERING AND SHOUTING]

Well...a little
breast of peacock,

water buffalo,

and the tiniest dollop
of monkey brains.

I'm a hairy brute
with an empty stomach.

Merry Christmas, Duah.

Hey, uh, what do you use
for bait?

Hand grenade.

Grenade? That's
a funny way to kill fish.

Or people.

[MONKEY CHATTERING]

Well, hiya, boss.

Hey, old da's kind of
on a yale afternoon drunk.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, did you see what Billingsly
got me for Christmas? Hmm?

He went out on a mule-buying
expedi--expedition.

He went out to buy some mules,
and he came back with this.

I took her off his hands
real cheap. she's fine, boss.

She's really fine.

I am humble
before you, Duah.

I have heard great tales about
your many battles.

Wait a minute.

She's pretty nice,
huh?

If you're interested,
captain, the line forms...

Come here.

Let her go,
Danforth.

You fixin'
to pull rank, sir?

You're a big man
with the bars, huh?

They come off
easily enough.

Well, don't you worry
about it,

because I'm going to
take them off for you.

OK?

The whites are sure
restless tonight.

[MUMBLING]
The line forms behind me.

[GUNSHOT]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[SHOUTING]

Aah!

Give me that gun and
get on the walkie-talkie.

What--what's happening?

[GUNFIRE CONTINUING]

Aah!

Ohh!

[GUN EMPTY]

[EXPLOSION]

Ohh!

Uhh!

Aah!

[GUNFIRE STOPS]

[DOG BARKING]

[WHIMPERING]

REYNOLDS: Ringa!

[DISHES CLATTER]

Won't need that,
sir.

They're gone.
It was hit and run.

Want to hold that
there, sir?

How did we come out?

We got hurt.

Jim?

Jimmy!

Uh, hiya, Danny.

What's been
going on?

You're pretty good
with a mortar.

Where'd you learn it?

I didn't.

I was just trying
to find something

to shoot them with.

Here we go.

Easy, now.

[WHISTLING]

All right, Doc,
knock off the whistling.

Nobody's interested in how
medically unconcerned you are.

How is the wound, Duah?

It's a good wound,
old man.

Million-dollar wound.

It will get me
hospital leave

and get me out of sight
of your ugly old face.

I still can't
understand

how the nips
had us figured out.

Neither can I.

According to the scouts,

there wasn't a yellow
within 40 miles.

Well, I imagine
we'll soon find out.

Ringa's got a jap
out there,

and I imagine
he'll talk.

You got a count
on the wounded?

30 walking,
22 litter.

Danny, get
the walking wounded

back in the line.

[DANNY WHISTLES]

It'll just keep 'em
from griping

and feeling sorry
for themselves.

You know, the movies
have got it all wrong.

A cigarette tastes lousy
when you're wounded.

He's a tough one,
Pappy, a real tough one.

But he's split...
rrrp...

right down
the middle.

Nautaung wants to
tell you himself.

He'll be right in.

Hard day, boy...
at the office?

[LAUGHS]

Hear what I said, Doc?

Asked if he had
a hard day

at the office.

I stand in disgrace
before you, Duah.

He who betrayed us
is of my people.

It was Billingsly.

Billingsly
and the Shan girl.

What is your wish,
Nautaung?

What is the wish
of your people?

Billingsly will be put
in the circle tomorrow.

And the girl?

She must be shot.

Reynolds, you're not
judge and jury!

You'll spill the plasma.

You're a lousy
barbarian!

You're a murderer!

You're an idealist,
and a lousy idealist.

Well, maybe I am.

But this is murder,

and we're all part
of it.

[GUNSHOT]

You've got a lot
to learn, Travis.

You've got a kid
safe at home.

Suppose the information
Ringa got off the jap

could keep him
safe at home?

Would you call
Ringa a murderer?

And if the Kachins
assassinate a traitor

in order to save
their own lives,

you think they
would be murderers?

Or us?

Go to bed, Doc.
You got assistants.

They're tired.

Sure. And tomorrow
you'll be tired

and all screwed up.

But they'll be
well-rested.

Is that
the important thing?

When I give an order,
there's a reason for it.

I'm sorry.

You just do
as you're told

until you find out
what year it is,

and you won't
have to be sorry.

Yes, sir.

Have a drink.

Not while
I'm working.

Don't be an ass.
Have a drink.

Oh, I was just trying
to tell you everything, but...

look, we don't drink
to get drunk. We--we nip.

The booze just helps
to keep you going.

Take my word for it.

How are the men?

Huh. What men?
They're boys.

Say, didn't you do

the field operating
around here?

Yeah.

Well, you were lousy.

The base surgeon
said so.

That's why
I wanted you, Doc.

Maybe you can teach me
a few things.

You know, the, uh...

base surgeon didn't say
you were lousy at all.

Matter of fact, he said
you were pretty good.

I kind of made that up.

What's this?

It's your
airlift tag.

I'm shipping you

to the base hospital
tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Here's your lunch.

Well, you're a new one.

Mind if I ask you
the world-famous question?

Where am i?

Still at the base
at Assam.

[MEN TALKING LOUDLY]

KACHIN MAN: Nurse, stinky!

All right,
knock it off, you guys!

Drop your gripin'
and grab your socks.

Hey, Duah!

No good in here!

No lights, Duah!

What's that all about?

Give me that robe.

You stay right
in bed.

Give me the robe!

You stay in bed
and watch your language.

You're not
in the jungle.

Stand back,
lieutenant.

Thank you.

You'll excuse me.

Hey!
Hey, Duah!

[ALL SHOUTING AT ONCE]

NURSE: Please, captain,

there are some very
sick men in here.

You fellas want to spend
the rest of your lives

in the feathers?

Why don't you go
back to the jungle

where you belong,
you tarantulas?

No can do, Duah.

No got lakoo.

No food.
Can't eat.

No good.

Our bellies sing
with hunger,

and they feed us
torn-up weeds.

MAN: No food.

NURSE: Captain, please.

And hot water

smelling
dead chicken.

MEN: No good!
Can't eat!

Can't eat, Duah!

No good!

This we'll soon remedy.

Uh-oh.

You get back
into bed.

that's an order.

Get back into bed!

One of these days,
I'm going to meet a nurse

who doesn't sound like
a troop commander.

Captain, I'm going
to report you

to the colonel!

Tattletale!

Hey, come back here!

[MEN SHOUTING]

Colonel...

And just what
is this?

Colonel,
I'd like to have

a few words with you
about this stuff.

Captain, may I
remind you

that this is
a hospital

and not a circus?

That's just
an opinion.

Lakoo.

Ah!

Put that down!

Well, surely you don't mind
if we have a drink?

I'm not running
a bar for Kachins.

Well, you feel they're
below your station, doctor?

Your type so-called
democratic American

burns my butt.

The captain
is a mental case!

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to report this.

Do you realize how weak
these patients are?

Well, of course I do!

They're all wounded.
they've got dysentery.

Why do you suppose that is?

It's the water.

It's the diet.

Salad.

Chicken soup.

Corn bread?

Captain, we don't
have the personnel

to cater
to the whims of--

These people are brought up
on pure red peppers, doctor,

and when they can't get
red peppers, they get dysentery.

Now, do you
feed them rice?

We do the best
we can.

Doctor, let's assume
that you were wounded

and you were moved
to a strange place

and you were fed red peppers
and rice and lakoo

and monkey
and goat entrails--

that's what they eat.

Now, don't you suppose

that'd knock the slats
out of your system?

And furthermore,

if you've got nobody
to cook for them,

they'd be happy to
cook for themselves.

That's the way they are,
and you got to respect it.

Now, let's cooperate,
shall we?

I just had a rather
interesting discussion

about garbage.

Yeah. I heard
the last part of it.

Well, I don't have
to ask how you feel.

What can I do
for you?

You can get me
some scotch.

And what can I do
for you?

As soon as you get
back to the hills,

your Kachins will
attack the airfield

at Ubachi.

It's garrisoned by
only a token force.

How large
a token force?

We're not sure.

your Kachin
detachment

will attack
in force...

You mean
all 324 of us?

Infiltrating
enemy positions,

Blowing ammo dumps,
gas tanks,

and destroying all
possible aircraft

on the ground.
You'll chop it up good.

What about
some support, Fred?

You'll be supplied
by trucks

from the
Chinese border.

Among other things,

the trucks will carry
high explosives

and a few pieces
of mobile artillery.

They'll give you
the support you need.

Chinese border?

That's a long way.

Think they can
make it?

It'll be unpleasant.

That's a lousy detail.

I'd rather shinny up
a thorn tree

with an armful
of eels.

Tom, you and
your Kachins are

the only ones we've
got for the job.

OK.

I'll get you
the scotch.

Thanks.

You got a visitor...

in there.

Well, I'm glad to see
you have both your arms

and they are still
strategically placed.

Can't you say
something?

I don't know
what to say. I--

I'm just so glad
to see you.

Well, you were saying
enough in there,

and at the top of
your voice.

I didn't expect to
see you again so soon.

How did you know?

Nikko and I
were in town again.

The colonel told us

you were
badly chewed up.

I'm so glad
he exaggerated.

They didn't even lay
a band-aid on me.

Can you break out
of here?

Can you sneak out
the back door?

I don't like
back doors, Carla.

Whatever you say.
I don't care, darling.

Tomorrow, then?

And in the meantime,

don't burn down
the hospital.

I kiss you

and the bells ring
wildly in my temples.

[CHUCKLES] Temple bells.

Huh.

Why do you suppose
that is?

Ah, because you
put me in a turmoil.

It's too difficult
to explain.

Wouldn't it be
wonderful

if there were
no more good-byes?

It would, indeed.

That day will come.

And when it does,

I'll give you
a terrible life.

I will never let you
out of my sight.

I will be greedy
for you

every hour
of every day.

I will be jealous,
too.

And 20 years from now,

if you dare to look
at another woman,

I wouldn't be ashamed
of making a scene.

Oh, it is
so beautiful.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

You do not
like it.

How do you
expect me to?

Take a look around.

Here we are playing
house in a hotel room,

courtesy of Regas.

Flowers,
courtesy of Regas.

Wven the booze,
courtesy of Regas.

Tom...

that day
in the boat,

you made a beautiful
case for us--

for us alone.

It was a fairy tale,
Carla.

It was nice to believe
for a while, but--

But what?

I told you about the kind
of world I live in,

and this isn't it.

What's the matter
with you, Tom?

You once told me

I had a lot of boyish
notions about love

and that you knew
love's realities.

Why must you spoil
everything?

And then you said,
"I think we'd better go,

because Nikko
will be waiting."

And you were right.

So let's be honest.
That's the way it should be.

That's the way
you want it.

Now I know what kind
of man you are--

so brave in battle
but so afraid of life.

You talk of the future,

but you won't take
a chance on it.

I won't plead
with you, Tom.

I can't.

I don't know how.

JIM: Hey, Danny,
where are those trucks?

I'm sick and tired

and weary
of all this...

The trucks
aren't there.

You want me to break out
another scouting party?

We've had scouts out
for two days.

We're going to move
on Ubachi.

Without the artillery
and those trucks,

we got no support.

We're going to hit
Ubachi.

We're going
to get murdered.

You take the flank.

Well, things are going
to boil tonight.

[WHISTLES]

Move your men out,
Danny.

What's your hurry?

Let's think
this thing out.

Let's not.

Tom, you're a man of
gruesome courage, but...

moving on Ubachi
without support

is about as sensible
as a hotfoot in hell.

Nothing in this war
makes sense.

Why do you expect it
to make sense now?

REYNOLDS: Ammo...

gas dump...

barracks.

I think it's time
for a meeting.

[MEN LAUGHING AND TALKING]

[WOMAN SINGING IN
NATIVE LANGUAGE ON RADIO]

[GASPS]

[MEN LAUGHING]

[STARTS ENGINE]

[SMALL EXPLOSION]

Aah!
Aah!

Uhh!

It's all right,
Hiawatha.

It's all right.

Hiawa--

Why, you lousy...

Sergeant rich boy.

[GROANS]

Danforth?

All right, old man,
you can come out. It's over.

Nautaung.

Old man!

Is it bad?

You have been
good to me, Duah.

I am...sorry to...

leave you.

JIM:
I don't get it.

This is the convoy
we were supposed to meet.

I don't see
how the japs

could have killed as
many of our men

without having
a single casualty--

Unless they've
been carrying off

their own dead.

Get a load of
these hats.

And what are
these uniforms

They're wearing?

Found these men
in a village up ahead.

They say these guys

weren't killed by
the nips,

they were killed
by the Chinese.

What kind of Chinese?

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

Renegades.

Chinese troops
of a warlord.

They're holed up across
the Chinese border.

According to them,
they got G.I. gear, guns,

and everything else
they can lay their hands on.

Yeah, well, these
warlords or troops

or who the hell ever
they are,

they just didn't
knock off a convoy.

They've been killing
our men.

How would you people

like to go over
the border to China?

You can't cross
the border.

Why not?

They paid us
a visit.

Let's return
the courtesy.

Are you out
of your mind?

China's a bit off
our beat, isn't it?

I'd follow those lice
to the north pole.

And take your
long-suffering

Kachins with you.

I will. And you,

and you, and you,
and the rest of you.

Boss...

get the colonel
on the squawk box

and tell him we're gonna
cross over to China.

Release these guys.
Let's move!

Go home.

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

Little beauties asleep?

Yeah. They're
not only asleep,

I'll bet you a fiver
they're drunk.

Good.

Good.

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

[WHISTLES]

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

[SPEAKING CHINESE]

[SHOUTING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Get out!

Jim.

Yeah, boss?

Your radio
operating?

Aure is, around the edge
of the village.

Get to the colonel.

Tell him we've
occupied this place

and we're taking
these lice as prisoners.

Right.

Danny...

Can you
translate that?

Hmm.

It's a warrant

from the Chungking
government.

"The bearer is charged

"and entrusted
to preserve

"the territorial
integrity of China...

"by preventive measures
if necessary,

"within or beyond
the geographical bounds

of the republic."

Preventive measures?

Yeah.

"The bearer is
further authorized

"to confiscate all
military material,

"to deal with
all invaders,

"to rout out
all traitors,

"domestic...

or foreign."

Do you mean to say
that this thing

gives these lice the right
to raid and loot?

And split the take
with Chungking, 50-50.

Chungking issued that?

Well, that gives
these bandits

the green light
to kill Americans.

I've heard of warrants
like this before.

All protected
warlords have them.

Chungking licenses
these warlords

to knock off
American convoys

and sell our gear
to the Japanese,

and Chungking pockets
half the loot.

Say, what kind of
a war is this?

Our government couldn't
know about that.

I thought I knew
what a rat was.

I had no conception.

Got a message
for you, boss.

Before I could get
the other one off,

this came in.

"Chinese government
most disturbed

"your crossing border.

"Has filed complaint

"highest American
authority.

"Do not make
any attack--repeat--

"do not make
any attack.

"Rearm and release
any prisoners

"you may have taken.

"Destroy
any documents.

"Headquarters
will expect

"immediate apology
to Chungking.

"More afraid this is
an incident. Sorry.

Signed, Fred."

Now it looks like

We're going to get
a court martial.

They couldn't have
understood right, boss.

We're going to get
a court martial

for stopping the Japs
from getting our gear,

for stopping
these dirty little rot--

REYNOLDS: Ringa.

Round up the prisoners
and anchor them somewhere.

Yes, sir.

[WHISTLES]

Danny: Whiskey.

Just liberated it.

How do you know
it's not poisoned?

Oh, I don't.

That's why I decided
to share it with you.

Thanks, chum.

What am I going
to do, Danny?

Well, you're the boss.
It's your decision.

How tangled
can a knot get?

Well, if I were you,

I wouldn't stick
your head out any further,

Or somebody's going to
knock it off for you.

Would you rather I kept
it buried in the sand?

I want to see justice done
just as much as you do.

But you can't right all
the wrongs in the world

by yourself,
or you'll be destroyed.

What's the hell's the sense
of fighting a war

if you can't yell
for what's right?

How can you be so damn sure
you know what's right?

I'm not sure.

But I'm sure I'm going
to do something,

even if it's wrong.

You know, this war seems
to go on forever.

And the longer it lasts,

the smaller my loyalties
seem to get.

We've been together for...
what seems like a lifetime.

And despite your hard
and thorny nature,

I rather like you.

And I don't want
to lose you now.

Travis! Travis!

Ringa!

Travis!

Execute the prisoners,
Ringa.

Shoot them all
right now,

and lay them out
in a line

so the rest of these rats
can see them.

Message to Parkson.

To Parkson for Chungking...
"Go to hell."

To Parkson for
headquarters C.B.I.,

"Go to hell."

To Parkson for Parkson
if he goes along,

"Go to hell."

Now move.

Move it, Norby!

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

Plane's ready, boss.

Afraid I'm going to
have to bad-news you, Jim.

This is not a particularly
good time to do it.

Well,
in this lash-up,

one time's about
as bad as the next.

What I mean is, somebody's
going to have to run the outfit.

Ringa?

I want to jump him
over you.

I was afraid
you were going to

take me off
the squawk box.

No, nothing
as drastic as that.

Keep your glasses clean,
junior.

I'm giving you
a field commission--

Second lieutenant.

You let it change your ways
and you're a damn fool.

Yeah.

Meatheaded
second lieutenant.

William Lewis Ringa,

A gentleman...

by act of Congress.

I'm just sorry it had to
happen this way.

But I'll tell you
one thing--

I'd give you the shirt
off my back.

You already did,
remember?

This is one of our general
staff bungalows, sir.

The colonel said you are
to consider yourself

under arrest--

Confined to quarters here,
the colonel said.

I can imagine what
the colonel said.

May I go on, sir?

Mm.

The colonel said
he'll come to see you.

It won't be too long.

You have a visitor--

Your first and last,
the colonel said.

I know why
you are here, Tom.

I know how serious
the charges are

and what the penalty
can be.

You seem pretty
well-informed.

Nikko?

Tom, from what
I've said to you,

the way I've acted,

and the people
you've seen me with,

you should know
that Nikko and I

are close to
high authority.

I've never had any doubt.

He is with allied
intelligence,

and I worked
with him.

You acted the fool
by trying to be noble

the last time
we were together.

You mustn't be
foolish now,

or you'll be charged
with murder,

or they can certify
you insane or...

I couldn't stand that.

Funny thing...

I thought it was
all over between us.

It's not all over
between us, Tom.

It will never be.

I want you, not the
medals of a hero.

What you did
was right.

You must make them
understand

you were suffering
from battle fatigue.

You must make them
realize this.

You've got to
tell them, Tom.

I can't tell them, Carla.

I can't.

At ease,
Reynolds.

You might get
an infection.

Not after I soak them
in this stuff.

This is General Sloan.

The general's
out of headquarters

In Washington.

Ahem. Would you like
a drink, general?

Thanks, Reynolds.
I'd like one.

The colonel
would like one, too.

Thanks.

Well, Reynolds...

Looks like
you really did it.

This is one of the warrants
for Chungking that I picked up.

This is my answer to anything
you people have to say.

Those documents
were ordered destroyed.

Have you any idea

of the far-flung
complications

that you
have provoked?

The drastic effect
it has

on American-Chinese
relations?

General, I know a little
something about you.

You're a medal of honor winner
of the first world war,

self-made millionaire
in civilian life.

In both areas,
your exploits

are what they say in
the comic books, a legend.

I guess I expected
something different from you

instead of the usual
old hogwash.

I'd like to say
one thing, general,

before we go
any further.

Captain Reynolds has had
a hard tour of duty--

too much for
any one man.

Butt out, Fred!

I don't need
a public defender.

I'm here to nail down
a few things myself.

The hell you are.

You're here to hang...

unless you come up with
the right answers.

Over there
in the main house

is General Chow,

official representative of
the Chinese government.

He's patiently waiting

for your personal
apology.

I'll stand trial,
I'll resign my commission,

but I will not apologize.

Suppose we confiscate
this document?

I couldn't stop you.

Except I got
a couple of them

stashed away
in safe places.

Fairly tricky.

But you don't know what
genuine trickiness is.

I've got a couple
of tricksters--

Real star-spangled
banner,

hell-for-leather
tricksters

right outside
that door.

An investigating team
from headquarters, C.B.I.

They're panting
to chew you up.

I only hope I don't
have to use them.

I've just seen
34 American G.I.s

with their heads blown off
by Chinese troops.

And I want to know why.

This is sickening.

But doesn't it strike you,
Tom, that your actions were,

to say the least,
unprecedented?

Doesn't it strike you
that we're fighting

a rather unprecedented
kind of war?

Isn't that right,
general?

Well, it has its
bad moments,

but in
the long run--

I don't give a damn
about the long run

if it adds up to this.

You can't deny
what's been going on

and what'll continue
to go on

unless something's
done about it.

I know I'm right
about this,

and if you don't know it,
I pity you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Colonel Reed,
Captain Alofson.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Drink?

Proceed, doctor.

Oh, no, not while you're
in the room, colonel.

Doctor, you know
the regulations.

I have a right to
a private examination,

particularly in view
of the fact that

every bloodsucking politician
in the C.B.I.

is looking to snap me out
on a section 8.

Who said you were
to be examined?

Oh, I didn't say that
anyone said it, did I, colonel?

Reynolds,
you're in a sling.

According to
your 201 file,

your actions have
for some time refuted

your psychological
fitness for command.

You should have
my problems, colonel.

You really should.

Proceed, doctor.

You've got a very neurotic
friend there, Doc.

That's all that's left
of the 34 men we found.

Reynolds, I've got to
examine you.

OK. mind if I smoke?

Supposing I said
I wished you wouldn't?

Well, if you gave me
a good reason,

I probably wouldn't.

But seeing as how
you don't outrank me,

I think I will.

Well, that's a specific,
logical answer.

Thank you, Doc.

About your 201 file...

I guess we both know

what Colonel Reed
had reference to.

For instance?

For instance...

Your killing one of
your own men--Kachin.

I had to put him
out of his misery.

We had no morphine,
he couldn't be saved,

and we had no doctor.

Without a doctor,
how do you know

he couldn't have
been saved?

I've seen a lot of bad
belly wounds, Doc.

This one was
one of the worst.

What else?

You seem
to have challenged

the authority of
an army physician

in his own hospital.

In his report
to headquarters--

Man, they really stack
the deck, don't they?

About the Ubachi strike

where you lost
so many troops...

Would you say

you were under stress
at the time?

Yeah, I think so.

Would you say that
your subsequent action

in attacking the...
bandits

was influenced by
the same kind of stress?

No, Doc. I knew exactly
what I was doing.

Chungking is
most understanding.

If captain Reynolds is sick
and hospitalized,

my government
will be satisfied.

Nevertheless,
he must apologize

for his absurd charges.

Without an apology,
Chungking would suffer

what many Orientals
characterize

as a severe
loss of face.

As an American,

I must say
I am outraged

at Captain Reynolds'
attitude.

Doctor?

Well, it's advised
that Reynolds be sent

to the American
hospital in Delhi

for further observation.

Gentlemen,

shall we take
first things first?

How about that?

Those warrants
were ordered destroyed.

Well, you see, sir,
Captain Reynolds

has several more of those
safely hidden away.

I'm sure they could be
recovered.

But what bothers me is,

why were they issued
in the first place?

Are you questioning, sir,

the judgment
of the Chungking government?

I'm questioning

the use of
these warrants.

You see, sir,

if there's nothing
wrong with them,

why do you want
them destroyed?

These warrants were
issued to the troops

of independent
Chinese generals,

whose integrity
cannot be questioned.

Warlords.

For the purpose
of prosecuting

enemies of
the Chinese republic.

Americans were,
as you say, prosecuted.

We of the Chungking
government

have no proof of that.

You have the sworn
deposition

of an American
officer.

Whose qualifications have
already been confuted

by his own superiors,
and whose rebelliousness

I personally
find unbearable.

I must insist on
Reynolds' apology.

And I, sir, must insist

that these warrants were
misused by a warlord

who took it upon himself
to kill Americans.

And it's his conduct
that should be examined,

not Reynolds'.

And the high command of
the American and Chinese

should be made aware
of that.

So there will be
no apology,

Certainly not by
Captain Reynolds.

You see, this boy has
influence in Washington.

Influence? Who?

Me.

Colonel Reed, I think
you fiddle fouled

this whole detail.

You and Alofson both.

It seems to me that
captain Reynolds

is saner than either of you.

Is that what you would
have us report?

I'll do the reporting.

To your government

and to the Chungking
government.

Do you wish to speak further
with me on this?

In the words
of an old hymn...

you go to hell.

Sir.

Gentlemen.

As for you,

I could pulverize you
on a hundred raps

and make each
one of them stick--

Disobedience of orders.

Yes, sir.

Conduct of a nature
to bring discredit upon

the military service.

Yes, sir.

Use of provoking words
and gestures

to an officer.

Disrespect towards same.

Yes, sir.

Conduct against
the prejudice

of good order
and discipline.

Colonel, you got any more
of that foot wash?

Yes, sir.

Conduct unbecoming
an officer

and--
what do you call it.

Yes, sir.

Hmm. now, may I say

that I owe you
a debt of gratitude.

Perhaps you're not
aware of the fact

that I got
my medal of honor

for disobeying orders.

No, sir.

I'd forgotten
how fine it feels

to do what
you think is right,

regardless of
the consequences.

Oh, I think there's
one more thing

you should know.

"The Chungking
government

"sincerely deplores

"the actions
of renegade bandits.

"Possession and
misuse of warrants

"issued by the
Republic of China

"are being investigated
by proper authority.

"Our wish Captain Reynolds
be exonerated

"of all charges immediately.

signed, Chiang Kai-Shek."

Well, I guess
the generalissimo

needed a little time
to think things out,

like the rest
of us mortals.

I'll have an airplane
in the morning

to take you back
to your Kachins.

I guess
congratulations

are in order
all around.

Yes, sir.

I want our house
painted white

with blue curtains.

I want
brass candlesticks

and a clock
on the mantel.

And I want a little
rocking chair

for the baby's room.

Already it starts.

We have to hold
our head up

in the neighborhood,
don't we?

Anything you say,
Cara mia.