All language subtitles for Tour of Duty S02E01 Saigon (1)

[ddd]

[ddd]

Oh, man, LT, this ain't
the kind of place

I want to get caught in
after curfew.

This guy's been through
hell and back.

We find him,
we pull him out,

we get out of here.

I heard that.

[MAN COUGHS]

Didi mau. Come on. Come on.
Get the hell out of here.

Come on, Rivera.
Time to go home.

I'm not going anywhere.
Come on, get up.

We ain't got time
to mess with you.

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

All right, hold it
right there.

Rivera, you're gonna
get us all wasted.

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

Rivera?

Right there.
Don't move.

Get him out
of here.

Come on, come on.
Go out this way.

[GRUNTS, GASPS]

Who the hell
are you, lady?

Alex Devlin,
ANI wire service.

Let's get
outta here.

GOLDMAN: What were you
doing out there?

Drugs in
the black market.

I was working
on a story.

Rivera was
feeding me information.

Well, what good's a story
if you wind up dead?

Depends on
the story.

Do you know what was
happening there?

We're not talking just
a little recreational opium.

These people control
half the dope in country.

Heroin? You name it.

No, let me tell you what
was happening out there.

There was a GI
in a mountain of pain,

on drugs and in trouble,
and you used him.

Rivera's part
might be personal,

but there's
a bigger picture here.

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry.

We don't see
that many...women

in the press corps
in country.

Well, I'm the only female
in the bureau in Saigon.

Fought like hell to get here.
I paid my own way.

I still get resistance
from the boys club,

your basic macho types,

but...that goes
with the territory.

How long have you
been in Saigon?

Four months.

I was at An Khe
with The First Cav

and with the Riverine force
in the Delta.

Covering this damn war

is almost as confusing
as fighting it.

I don't know how
you handle it day to day.

You don't.

You hump all day,

and you set up
ambushes at night.

Tracking Charlie's like
tracking a hummingbird.

Rivera said your unit
was pulled back to MACV

for security
at Tan Son Nhut

in a perimeter defense
of Saigon.

I thought we were
through with the bush,

but we're still
running garbage missions.

If Charlie's
in the grass,

we lock and load,
we make a collection.

Fed up with combat?

I'm fed up
with body counts.

I am fed up
with kill ratios.

I am fed up with looking
at boys with men's faces

who are getting wasted before
they even learn how to shave,

and I'm fed up with the press
burrowing for Pulitzers

trying to change the world
before tomorrow's deadline.

I'm not here to change
anything, lieutenant.

I'm here
for the truth.

We couldn't stop
the bleeding.

Oh, God, no.

[ddd]

Look, I'm sorry.

The way it
went down, I...

They must have thought
you were a threat

to their
drug operation.

It's not your fault.

Just don't write it
the way it happened.

What do you mean?

What I said.
Just...let it be.

Let him go home
a soldier.

Lieutenant, I put
a lot of time

into tracking
this story.

Now why shouldn't I write it
the way it happened?

Because I'm asking
you not to.

PERCELL:
I'm telling you, man.

This heat
has got me.

Lack of sleep,

it's bringing
me down.

What's bringing
you down, Percell,

is a lack of female
companionship.

Yeah, well,
I figure...

being at a new base
near Saigon, Taylor,

we're gonna have
all the amenities of home.

You know,
air conditioning...

RUIZ: Yeah, well,
it ain't Miami Beach.

But you got
hot showers,

three squares a day,

and a roof over you
that don't leak.

And no rats chewing on
your toenails in the night,

which is more than
you had in the Bronx, Ru.

What's the Horn
gotta say, Ru?

He says he's planning
to go to Berkeley

after they mine
all the lead out of him,

and he says
his only setback

was when he got
a letter about Baker

being treasurer
to the general of staff.

Said he laughed so hard
he busted his stitches.

TAYLOR:
Ha ha ha!

JOHNSON:
Hey, sarge!

Just got my ticket
to the good life.

A contract
for my investment.

A limited partnership is what
Sergeant Bridger called it.

Jake Bridger?
TAYLOR: Yeah, sarge.

In a couple of months, Marvin is
saying adios to pain and misery.

He's gonna be a partner
in Bridger's hotel in Saigon,

and I'm gonna be with him.

I'm gonna be Marvin's
entertainment director.

We're gonna book the Tops,
the Temps and the Supremes.

I gotta tell you, you know,
I wouldn't trust Jake Bridger

if he told me
the sky was blue.

TAYLOR: Ha ha!

Yeah, well,
everybody's got

a Jake Bridger story.

So listen, sarge,
who's this new hotshot pilot

we've been hearing about?

First Lieutenant
John McKay,

golden boy with your basic
hot-dog reputation.

Got everything
but the white scarf.

He is good, though,

and he knows
his business.

JOHNSON: Yeah, well, you got
something here too.

Hope your news
is as fine as mine is.

Ours, ours.

My mom is always
worrying, you know?

She's scared I'm not
gonna make it back.

I mean, I thought
Tan Son Nhut

was gonna be
a cush gig, man.

You're in country,
cherry.

Hell, there ain't
no such thing

as a cush gig,
is there, Ru?

H-hey, Charlie's got
a bullet out there

with everybody's name
written right on it, huh?

Survival is just
a matter of time.

You don't
say that, man.

You don't ever
say that.

Hey, I-I didn't mean
anything by it, Ruiz.

You superstitious
or something?

We're all superstitious

when it comes to dying, man.

McKay, gentlemen.

Goldman.
Sergeant Anderson.

We got an insertion
about 10 klicks

up the road
at An Loc.

Well, I'm your chauffeur,

and I hear you guys
are number one,

just short of being
genuine heroes.

Goes to show
you can't believe

everything you hear,
lieutenant.

What's with
the speakers?

Appropriated them
from a slick

used in
the Chieu Hoi program.

I like to use them
to psych Charlie out.

Rock 'n' roll's
here to stay.

That's, uh...
that's profound, McKay.

I'll have that laminated
and put in my wallet.

[PSYCHEDELIC ROCK PLAYING]

GOLDMAN:
She's pretty.

Must take after

her mother.

Yeah, she does.

Is that a letter
from your ex?

Yeah.

I thought we had us
a lifetime contract,

but, uh, she gave me
time off for bad behavior.

Well, if you produced
a little doll like that,

it couldn't have been
all that bad.

Yeah, that's
what I thought.

I told her that
in the letter.

She moved
to Fayetteville.

She's been working
at Fort Bragg

as a civilian employee.

I told her I'd come in
and we can try

to patch things up
together.

What did she say?

She says
she's catching

a civilian flight
to Saigon.

She wants to
tell me something.

[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE]

We're going in hot!
Lock and load!

Lay down
some fire, boys!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go!
Let's go!

Call in the arty!

Red Leg 4-2,
this is Bravo 2-6, over.

RADIO OPERATOR:
Red Leg 4-2, over.

Aah! Aah! You gotta
help me, Ru!

You gotta
help me, man!

All right!
All right!

Just stay down and behind me,
all right, cherry?

When I move,
you move.

Fire mission from
Romeo-Papa-Alpha...

Aah! I can't!

I can't, Ru!

...2-0-0-Mikes-November. Will
adjust.

Messed my pants.

Oh, God,
I messed my pants!

Okay, cherry.

You stay on me like
white on rice, you got it?

You got it?

You ought to fire your weapon
sometimes, Crawford.

It'll make you
feel better.

All right. Let's
get set. Come on.

Ready?

All right.
Let's get outta here!

Come on. Come on!

Fire, Crawford!
Fire!

Crawford!
Crawford!

Crawford, get down!

Crawford!

Come on, people,
let's go!

[ddd]

Medic!

[GASPING]

We're going back!

We're low on fuel!
We're low on fuel!

McKAY:
Let's rock and roll!

[PSYCHEDELIC ROCK PLAYING]

Take the controls!

I've got
the controls!

Yeah! Yeah!
Come on! Come on!
Yeah! Yeah!

[CHEERING]

You idiot.

SOLDIER: Go!

Go, go, go, go!

SOLDIER:
Load up!

SOLDIER 2:
Whoo!

[HORNS HONKING]

Hey, Bridger.

Hey.

You look in
fighting shape, Alex.

How you keep
so tight?

I'm running.

I'm trying to survive
this war.

I'm a survivor
too.

Korea and Nam,

very messy life.

But dying before
I'm old and gray?

That just ain't
in my plans.

Yeah, well, it's never
in anybody's plans,

but it happens.

Now, you said you had
something for me.

I gotta be careful
talking to you, you know.

See, some people
come into my hotel here.

They know
I stumbled

onto things
I shouldn't have.

Is it about drugs?

Black market covers
my overhead.

And I sold my soul
to the denizens

of this swamp
a long time ago,

but drugs...
ain't my style.

Look, Bridger,

I've been tracking the
black-market dope connections.

I'm interested
in government ties.

Alex...

corruption's
the flow.

Headlining it
in The Washington Post

is not gonna change
a century worth of history.

Besides, I got a bigger story
than the black market.

How big?

What do you know
about Tet?

It's the Oriental
lunar new year.

Most important
Vietnamese holiday.

Celebration'll
last a week.

It's time for new luck,
new resolutions.

Supposed to be
a seven-day cease-fire

agreed to
by both sides.
Mm-hmm.

But, see, people who
I do business with...

they got
VC connections,

and they say
the city is crawling

with their
kissing cousins.

Coming in, baby,
not out.

What else?

Guns. Smuggled in
in oxcarts,

false bottoms of trucks,
you name it.

And I think
the fireworks

in Saigon
during Tet,

they're gonna be
for real this time.

How much VC activity
are we talking about?

Enough to scare the hell
out of ol' John Wayne.

So why don't you
take it down

to Army Command
at MACV?

The VC.

They know
I know too much.

I may already sign
my death warrant.

You might've what?

It's all I can
tell you, Alex.

Have a drink
on the house.

And when I'm gone
and you write the story,

make sure you spell
my name right.

SOLDIER:
I got it.

SOLDIER 2:
Let's go!

SOLDIER: Easy, easy. you got it?
SOLDIER 3: Yeah.

SOLDIER 4:
Keep your heads down.

It's the new kid?

Crawford.

He never went anywhere without
his mother's rosary beads.

Lot of good
it did him.

I think the idea is
it might do him some good now.

I admire anyone
that's got a plan.

Ruiz...

let it go now.

You know,
kid was right, sarge.

Charlie's got
a bullet out there

with all our names
on it.

Only he took the one
meant for me.

McKAY: Who the hell
called the shots

on this one,
Goldman?

I don't know.

It was supposed to be
an easy operation.

Look, uh, you guys saved
our bacon out there.

Tell you what,
you promise to crank down

that music a tad
next time,

I owe you a beer.

You make that
a case for my crew.

You got your butt
spared today

because I was boogying
in the kitchen

and boogying
in the hall.

Well, don't let modesty
stand in your way, McKay.

Fact is, there's not
another jockey in country

who can massage
a Huey like me.

Now if you gentlemen
ever need a lone ranger,

you know the number
to dial to rock and roll.

Tag 'em and bag 'em.

More bloods leaving
on a jet plane.

We zip 'em up tight

so they be comfy
for their flight back

to Mobile, Motown,

wherever.

Yeah, we're losing
our buddies

out there
every day, brother.

Ain't nothing
humorous about it.

Tell it
to the man, Jim.

It's his war,
not ours.

Don't mean nothing, Johnson.

Hey, come on,
man.

Look, man, that's just
more the reason

why we should be
getting into Saigon

and talking futures
with Jake Bridger,

that's all that is.

Okay, but we, uh, need
a couple passes, man,

or we're looking
KP right in the face.

KP, baby, look.

Do you think I'll let
something like a little war

come between
me and you getting

behind the wheel of
our coffee-colored cruiser?

Come on!

Lieutenant Goldman.

Look, I don't mean
to be rude,

but I got a date
with a hot shower.

I heard it was rough
out there today.

You hear a lot
of things.

Do you ever get
any hostility in the field?

Some, but all the average
grunt wants is for us

to tell it like it is,
pain and all,

and that's not
necessarily

what's been in
the press till now.

Well,
I wouldn't know.

My subscription
ran out.

Okay, Goldman. I get
the message, all right?

You're not real fond
of the press.

Sometimes I'm not proud of the
buttons I have to push, either,

but there's more
going on in this war

than American casualties.

Not from where
I'm standing, lady.

This country is
being ripped apart.

Two million refugees,

hundreds of babies
being born every day.

One in 10 dies
in infancy.

One in six dies
with tuberculosis.

The rest are
headed where?

Where?

Well, you go
into a ville

and a Mama-san
smiles at you,

and a little girl
rides by on a bicycle

with a basketful
of pineapple and beer.

And the first GI that
reaches in that basket

goes up with it.
And they're scraping

what's left of him
off the nearest tree.

I understand you have
a responsibility

to write a letter
home to the family

when something
like that happens.

Yeah.

What do you say?

I tell them
that their son died bravely

serving his country,

and I leave out
the part

where he was reaching
for a beer when he got iced

because he was
probably underage.

Now, it's been
over a week.

Where are you at
with this Rivera story?

You delivered
his body to the base.

How did you write it?

Killed in the line
of duty.

You know, I asked
a few people about you.

A straight arrow rep,
by the book.

You'd be the last one
I would think

would want something
covered up.

Look, Rivera didn't
ask to come here.

He's fighting a war,

and what you write
sensationalizes it.

Listen, when I first
talked to Rivera,

he just seemed
like a burnout

who was spaced
on war and dope

and wanted to help stop
the pain for other GIs.

Rivera's unit got
overrun by NVA.

The only way
he survived

was to pull the dead bodies
of his buddies

on top of him
and play dead himself.

The gooks stopped and took
the watch off his wrist.

He never got past that.

Okay. Okay, look.

I'm filing
the drug story,

and I'm not gonna
sugarcoat it.

But I won't use
Rivera's name.

[CHEERFUL R & B SONG PLAYING,
SHOWER RUNNING]

TAYLOR: Percell.

Percell, Percell.

We've been primed
and pumped

for this party of yours
for so long,

I want you to know,

I'm gonna expect
the Martha & the Vandellas

to put in
a personal appearance.

Cut the man some slack

on his birthday,
Marcus.

Though Martha and the Vandellas
do sound

mighty fine
by yours truly.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
And we're just
warming up here...

Whoa! Listen
to that voice!

Oh, yeah, man.
Isn't she something?

WOMAN:
...getting very warm.

Yeah, I'm getting
so warm, guys.

I'm almost hot.

So don't
go away, hear?

'Cause this is
Uptown Vanessa Brown,

and it's party time
in Saigon.

Just you and me.

[MELLOW SOUL SONG PLAYING]

Well, Johnson,

I think I found
who I'm gonna marry.

I don't know,
Marcus.

I might be proposing
to her myself.

I heard that,
Percell.

Anybody sound
that sweet

could kill
your insomnia

and anything else
that ails you.

I guess.

Hey, you guys have time
to have a talk?

Maybe we could go grab
a beer before the party.

We don't want
to talk, Percell.

That's right.
We want to get down.

JOHNSON: Hey, Ru.

Time to party,
man.

I ain't
going, man.

You mean--?
You ain't what?

What you mean
you ain't going?

Just let me be,
all right?

Look, Ru, you ain't
getting into

that "Santiria" crap
again, are you?

"Santer�a," man.

It's times like these you get
back into traditional values.

Hey, come on,
Marcus.

It's his family's
religion, man.

Damn that!
I ain't got time

for all this Puerto Rican
mumbo jumbo.

And I don't
want to be hassled

about my religious preference

by a degenerate
like you.

[MELLOW JAZZ PLAYING,
PEOPLE CHATTING]

It's not healthy
to drink alone.

Take it from
an expert.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You know, when I first
got shipped over here,

I went on
your classic bender.

That's fine.

I don't think it was
from fear of combat.

It was probably...
more from fear of failure.

What, your old man, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Anyway, I think
I was still hung over

when we touched down
in Cam Rahn.

I figured I'm not gonna
measure up to him anyway,

so I may as well find

my own flames
to get shot down in.

My old man
was a boxer.

Did I ever
tell you that?

He was
a club fighter.

He had a glass jaw

with a big reputation
as a drinker, woman-chaser.

Wait a minute, I thought
you said you were an orphan.

I was. I am.

I mean, he ran out
on my mom

when she was still
pregnant with me.

And after she had me,
she couldn't keep me

so she had to turn over
custody to the state.

And, uh,
couple years later,

she got killed in a car wreck,
and there I was.

Sorry.

So, what happened
to him?

Well, when I was
old enough,

I, uh... I set out

hitchhiking around the country
trying to find him.

Took a whole year
trying to track him down.

This, uh... This man I'd never
even met but I hated.

I didn't know what I was
gonna do when I found him.

Maybe I was even
gonna kill him.

Well, did you find him?

Yes, I did.

Elizabeth, New Jersey.

I spent a whole day,
one day,

watching him
play in the park

with his new wife and kids.

And at the end
of the day, I just, uh...

I got up
and walked away,

and I never looked back.

I got-- LT, I got stuff
going on in my life now

I-I cannot
come to terms with.

Seeing your ex?

Yeah.

I mean, it doesn't
take a brain surgeon

to figure out
why she left me.

I re-upped twice,

three tours in Nam...

Oh, look, the Tet
cease-fire's coming up.

Charlie's gonna
be on vacation,

baying at the moon or
visiting his dead relatives--

whatever the hell
he does.

Why don't you
take a day or so?

Hell, I'm going
to Saigon.

The lady journalist?

Yeah.

She promised not to write
the Rivera story.

I promised
to buy her a drink.

[DICE RATTLING]

Ahh.
Aww!

Damn, man!

I ain't never seen anybody
on such a hot roll.

You ain't seen
nothing yet, home.

And you know what?

I'm willing
to let it all ride

for those passes
into Saigon

you brothers are holding
in your pockets.

All right.

[BLOWS]

Come on, baby.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Hello, seven.

Yeah, mama.

Come on with it, boys.
Hand over them passes.

Gentlemen?

McKay.

This is Billy the Kid,
gentlemen.

Say hello,
Billy.

Billy and his crew
just got in from An Khe.

LZ Lima.

All due respect,
McKay,

why don't you take it
somewhere else, huh?

Billy's gunship got hit
by Victor Charles,

went down hard.

Billy survived,
but his crew,

well, they weren't
so lucky.

They're going
back to the world

in that long,
black limousine.

Lieutenant, I think
everybody in this room

has seen their
share of the war.

That's true,
but you see, Anderson,

I was born and bred
a winner.

It's never been
enough for me

to just be
in the game.

You know, I was told by
a mutual friend in Saigon

that you were
a winner too, Goldman.

Or at least
a contender.

And who would
that be, McKay?

Oh, Alex Devlin.

Tell me something,
McKay.

Why is it most of you
chopper jocks

gotta constantly prove
what hot shots you are?

Is there some sort
of a code?

Hearts and minds?
Heroes and villains?

Well, mostly I'm just here
to grease gooks

for Mom, apple pie
and the flag.

What are you
here for, Goldman?

Ahem. Excuse me,
gentlemen.

Lieutenant McKay?

No disrespect
intended here,

but won't you please just
take it on down the line?

We don't want no blood
spilled here tonight.

Whatever's fair,
gentlemen.

I mean,
you're right.

If we spill
any blood,

it ought to be
Charlie's.

Say good night,
Billy.

I'm outta here.

Yeah.

PERCELL: Hey, LT?

LT, you got
a minute?

Yeah. What is
it, Percell?

I need to talk to
someone about this...

The insomnia that I got.

Insomnia. Okay.

Well, why don't
you, uh,

head on down
to the dispensary--?

Well, no, no,
no, no, LT,

I know what it is that's
making it so's I can't sleep.

It's, uh...

my-- My conscience
is hurting me.

Your conscience?
Yeah, LT.

And I'll
tell you what it is.

It's the lying.
All the lying.

Lying?

Yeah, LT,
I'm telling you.

We lie to the press.
We lie about the body count.

We lie about our feelings
about the war.

Hey, I find myself
lying about...

Well, just about
everything.

Percell, you don't
need a lieutenant.

You need a chaplain.

SOLDIER: Hey, hey,
cut the music.

Hey, Percell!

GROUP:
d Happy birthday to you d

Hell.

d Happy birthday to you d

It ain't even
my birthday.

I lied.

d Happy birthday, Percell d

d Happy birthday to you dd

[CHEERING]

[SIGHS]

MAN [QUIETLY]:
If I had something,
stopped you somehow.

Maybe if I had...
[ddd]

you'd be
sitting here.

It ought to be me
on that jet plane

instead of you, man.

You know, but, all things
considered, you look good.

You know, I never
noticed before,

but you got
a nice profile,

good character
in your face.

And, you know, th-that's what
your family and friends--

You know, that's what
they're gonna remember.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, soldier!

You're not allowed
in here.

This is off-limits.

My friend and I
are having a chat,

and we don't want
to be disturbed,

so get the hell
outta here.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

You know,

the trip home
to Georgia,

it's gonna be
a breeze, Crawford.

You know, you got
the freedom bird,

then the midnight
special.

You get a nice casket
with the flag on it...

and you'll be
buried on a hill

overlooking
your town.

Hey, man...it don't
sound that bad, huh?

It don't sound
that bad.

...you, man, we're
gonna do it.

You're looking at
the future land barons

of the Orient, sarge.

See, I'm
an idea man.

I don't know
what it is,

but, zap, ideas
just pop into my head.

Right, Taylor.

No, I'm serious.

Johnson and me, we're
gonna franchise the hotels.

See, we open up
the one in Saigon.

Then we open up one
in Bangkok and then Singapore.

See, my family's been dirt
farmers for generations.

They never owned
anything more

than a fistful
of Mississippi mud,

so this hotel really
means a lot to me.

Johnson, you look in
Webster's under "hustler,"

you're gonna see
mug shots of Jake Bridger.

He's the biggest scrounger
this army ever saw.

The man's okay
in my book, sarge.

He took me under his wing,
showed me a couple of tricks

when he was
running the club.

He bought half the booze
with his own money

and put half the profits
in his own pocket.

Taylor, you were
his driver.

You understand
what I'm saying?

Otherwise, he wouldn't
have even noticed you.

How'd you two manage to
get out of KP duty, anyway?

Yeah, well, the Lord works
in mysterious ways, sarge.

Yeah, like crap games.

Taylor beat
the chaplain's assistant

out of two passes
and 400 bucks.

That figures.

How much did a piece
of this hotel put you back?

Just the cash in my class E
allotment as a down payment.

Oh, no. All of it?

Have you even seen
the hotel, Johnson?

Absolutely!

Well, Bridger
showed me a picture.

A picture?

That's wonderful,
Johnson.

ANDERSON:
Excuse me, miss.
Excuse me.

You do realize this
is the military bus

to Saigon,
don't you?

I have permission from
the transportation officer.

Oh, that's okay.

Why are the
windows covered?

Oh, that's to keep Charlie
from using them

as targets
for his grenades.

Hey, you wanna know
about the war, darling?

See, we all bona fide
Medal of Honor winners.

We just waiting for
L.B.J. and Diana Ross

to sashay over
on Air Force One

for the official
ceremonies.

[CHUCKLES]

Get on the bus!

[FIRECRACKERS POPPING]

[FLUTE PLAYING
CHEERFUL, FUN MUSIC]

[MEN SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

You're gonna
hear fireworks

all over the city
this week.

The Vietnamese believe in
the Chinese superstition

that Tet's the time of year
for fireworks.

They scare away the evil spirits
for the coming year.

Well,
if the superstition works,

the year of the monkey
should be a good year then.

Yeah, right.

You know, lieutenant,

you have the smarts
and the background

that would be very attractive
to intelligence.

I could introduce you
to a major at S-2.

Well, first of all,
uh, my name is Myron,

and I don't think

I better be making
any sudden career moves

before I figure out
who's winning this war.

Well, if you believe
the P.R. handouts

from Command at MACV,

we're kicking
Charlie's butt royally.

And who do you
listen to?

If I listen
to my sources,

I'd say we might be
in real trouble.

There's been a pattern
of recent VC activity.

How do you know that?

How do I know what the grunt
in the field doesn't?

I'm plugged into
city hall.

I work hard
at cultivating my sources.

Your major at S-2?

He let it slip that
an operation order

for an attack against
Pleiku was captured.

ARVN 23rd
captured another order

for an assault
on Ban Me Thout.

Alex, every single year
there are rumors

that the Tet cease-fire
may be canceled

and that the dinks are
gonna try something big.

Yeah, but this time
there's also been

a precipitous drop
in enemy defections.

Look, I just fell into it
a week or so ago

while I was tracking
my black market story,

but from what
I hear...

What the hell
are you doing?

ALEX:
Myron.

Myron,
leave it alone.

It's not gonna
prove anything.

You look like you have
something heavy on your mind.

Like maybe
the gas chamber?

And there's
not gonna be

any last minute phone call
from the governor.

Oh, I don't know about you,
but I'm gonna meet

with somebody I haven't
seen for a while.

I know what
you mean.

I'm meeting
my father.

My name's Stacy.

I'm Zeke.
Glad to meet you.

Hi, Zeke.

Your dad
in the Army here?

Retired.

Who are you meeting?

My ex-wife.

And it's
a long story.

A man of few words?

Yeah. That's me,
I guess.

That's what my mother used
to tell me about my father.

Things happened.

Combat...

that made it difficult
for him to talk,

at least around her.

Do he know
you're coming?

Not exactly.

It's a surprise.

Well, that's me.

Good luck.
Yeah, thanks.

Hey, you two,
take it easy.

Yeah. We'll catch you
at the hotel, sarge.

All right. Hang on
to your watches.

And your pants.

[ddd]

Hi, Zeke.

Hi, Carol.

I tried your room, but they
said you were down here.

Oh, yeah, well...
You know me and my coffee.

If I don't have a few cups
in the morning,

I have to have a kick-start
to get through the day.

Come here.

It's good
to see you.

You too.

I was worried
about you.

There were some
Marines in here,

and they were talking
that Khe Sanh

had been attacked by
a large unit of VC And NVA.

Yeah. We've been hearing
those reports.

Uh, they're getting mortared
and rocketed

pretty hard
up there.

We're just praying
it doesn't turn out

to be another
Dien Bien Phu.

Look, Carol,

I-I've got so much
I want to say to you.

You know? I mean,
you know how I feel.

I mean, I said it
about as well

as I could say it
in my letter to you.

Zeke, I only have
a short time.

I have a return flight
tomorrow.

W-well, I was thinking
that you could at least

stick around for
a couple days, you know?

Well, it isn't
that easy.

Look, don't
get me wrong.

I know it wasn't smooth sailing
for you to get here.

Tell me about it.

It was lucky enough I could
make arrangements through Bragg,

catch a military hop
over.

But I-I-- I couldn't get
that much time off work.

Zeke...

when I got
your letter...

I felt I had to come,

we had to talk.

That's good.

Because even though
we have a short time,

this is
an opportunity

for us
to clear the air.

And, God,
you look good.

You do.

I like your hair
like this.

You have time
for a walk?

Hey. Carol, I've got nothing
but time for you.

Now, if I can ever get
this war out of the way,

maybe you'll give me
a chance to prove it.

We're gonna
be rich, home.

Take it to the bank.

All I want
is some interest

on my investment,
partner.

Wait a minute,
now.

All I see is a bunch
of regulation haircuts

and a lot of fine-looking
young ladies.

Well, Bridger
did say

he did strong business
with servicemen.

Yes, we have
taken our share

of beatings
in the bush,

but what you're talking
about is a major--

What you're talking about
is a major offensive,

and Charlie
isn't capable

of synchronizing
anything that big.

Where'd they
get this meat?

Oh, black-market pleasures
of Saigon.

Wait till you
get the tab.

I thought you had
an expense account.

What expense account?

Listen.

Current estimates
put the number

of NVA and VC
at 300,000.

Now, that's
an increase

over last month's
figures.

Why couldn't Charlie put
together something big?

By dispersing
his forces,

he's multiplying his points
of vulnerability.

You know,
you're just proving

that you should be
considering something

with more opportunity
than platoon leader.

Well,
I'll give up combat

when you trash
your typewriter.

What, to go back to Portland
and cover peace demonstrations?

Watch the war
on a Teletype?

Mm-mmm.

I like Portland.

And I still
like my typewriter.

And I'm still trying to
figure out who you are.

Mmm, nobody special.

Just trying to work my way
through the war, like you.

Survive all the pain
and suffering I see.

You know, evac hospital
at An Khe?

There was this kid
from Memphis.

He had been given
last rites twice.

He asked me to sit up with him
one night while he slept.

He woke up in the middle
of the night screaming,

"There ain't no
friggin' justice."

Then he died.

Everybody's a critic
these days.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that
the way it sounded.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, GI,
need shine?

Number one
shoe shine.

Oh, they're
all pros, huh?

They'll be selling used cars
in Cleveland after the war.

No shine today,
sweetheart.

GI Cheap Charlie.

A cigarette?

Changing money?

[WOMAN SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

No, no. It's okay, pal.
It's okay.

Uh, here. Give him something
to eat if he wants it.

You remember Harley Corel,
don't you?
Mm.

From Boise, he had
a fish-guide service.
Yeah.

Well, I got
a letter from him.

He said that
that fishing-guide job

is mine
whenever I want it.

He'd be willing
to loan me the money

for a down payment
on my own boat.

That's wonderful,
Zeke.

Well, I just
want you to know

I intend to be gainfully
employed when I'm back.

I want it to work out
this time.

Zeke, I always
wanted it to work.

I figure, you know,
trying to have a personal life

and a life in the military
at the same time...

you gotta make
sacrifices, you know?

And, uh, I made
some mistakes.

I made all
the mistakes.

But I just don't want
to throw away what we had.

Zeke, what we had
was slipping away

even before
you left for Nam,

whether you want
to admit it or not.

I know.
I know, but--

Zeke, your daughter
just turned three.

Do you know
when her birthday is?

Do you remember
the color of her eyes?

All right, I shouldn't have
forgotten her birthday.

I'm sorry about that.

I'm only fighting
a war over here.

God... I'm not
nominating myself

for any medals
or anything, Carol.

I'm just telling you
if I had a chance,

if I had
half a chance,

I know I could
come back and I could be

a damn good father
and a good husband.

Zeke.

People either have
to get to the point

where they're going
forward or going back.

What, you don't think
I know that?

Honey, we gotta--
We gotta reach

for more
than what we got.

I'm just trying
to tell you

I'm-- I'm willing
to do that.

Oh, Zeke,
I want it too...

Listen to me.

Please.

Give me
another chance.

I want to come home.

[ddd]

Zeke...

I'll always love you.

But I have to make a life
for Katie and myself.

I made this trip
because I felt

I had an obligation
to tell you face to face.

I'm getting
remarried, Zeke.

What?

He-- He's not you.

It's not magic,
but he's a nice guy,

and I'm happy.

For the first time
in four years, I'm happy

and I have a life
outside the Army.

Can you
understand that?

By the way,
I, uh...

met a chopper jock
named McKay.

Mentioned
he knew you.

Did he?

Yes, he did.

Not that I'm jealous
by nature,

but, uh...
oh, let's say

an NVA .50 caliber were to
take his chopper down.

How would you
feel about that?

Well, that depends. Would you
be on the chopper with him?

One of my pet peeves
is people

that answer a question
with a question.

All right, I met McKay

while I was doing
a story on chopper pilots.

How in depth
did the story get?

Well, it didn't get as personal
as McKay would have liked,

but he's great copy.

Yeah, I'll bet.

The first day
in country,

he traded
a 9 mm pistol

and a humidor
of Cuban cigars

for a jeep because he felt
pilots shouldn't walk.

Are you seeing him?

I thought jealousy
wasn't in your nature.

Only when it counts.

[ddd]

How do you
handle it over here?

Don't you
get lonely?

I was married
when I was in college.

It didn't work out.

It was...too young,
too early.

Broke up after
like two years.

But, no,
I'm not lonely.

Sounds like it might
have been rough.

Well, loving someone
is no guarantee

that you're gonna
make each other happy.

GOLDMAN:
So would you like
to get a drink?

Sure.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[ddd]

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