All language subtitles for Tank - (1984) EN

I can't believe they don't have
one good rock station down here.

Are you kidding me, boy?
That's stompin' music.

This will be our last post,
so let's just tough it out.

Morning. Sergeant major
Zack Carey.

Morning, sergeant major.
Welcome to fort clemmons.

Is this all yours?
Personal belongings.

Never said
I travel light, soldier.

Uh, put it on that side.

Sergeant major Carey!

Yeah. You calling me?
Sergeant major Carey?

Yeah, that's me. I'm Jerry
Elliott from soldier magazine.

We'd like to interview you and take a
few pictures, if that would be all right.

Hey. I just got here
myself, Elliott.

How the hell did you guys
find me so quick?

You aren't exactly the
unknown soldier in this army.

What's a soldier's magazine's
interest in interviewing me?

Well, sergeant major,
you're the only one in the U.S. army...

Who owns his own fully operational
sherman tank, for one thing.

Are you kidding me? I thought
everybody had one of these.

I knew a sergeant down fort
bliss who made a lamp out of one.

How long did it take you
to restore it?

Oh, close to 15 years.

A spare part here,
a spare part there.

Did it mostly with
my two sons on weekends.

How old are your sons?

Well, Billy, he's 16,
and Jonathan... would be 22.

He's dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So, is this tank all original?

Everything except the
loudspeaker and the tape deck.

I put those in
for parades and such.

That way, it could be declared
a public relations asset.

Why in the hell would anybody
want a sherman tank?

Because it's very hard to shoot
yourself while you're cleaning it.

One, two, three, four, hey!

This is the way
we start our day!

Knockin' down doors
and kickin' down walls!

- Yes.
- General hubik.

Sergeant major Carey
to see you, sir.

Great. Send him in.

Reporting for duty, sir.

Good to see you, general.

Well, well. For an old fart,
you look great.

With your permission,
I could say the same about you.

How's ladonna? Just fine,
sir. And your wife?

She has her moments.
You all squared away?

Just about.

Oh, there's a staff sergeant
name of Elliott looking for you.

He already found me, sir.

He got me before I had a chance
to test the latrines on this installation.

We're going for a drive.

You're creating quite a
stir with that tank of yours.

I had to pull quite a few
strings to let you keep it here.

I appreciate that, sir.

If I may say so, I'm glad my last
assignment is going to be under you, sir.

Yes, sir,
but I have made an offer on a fishing boat.

If they accept it,
I'll put in my papers.

You give me two years
on this post, Zack,

and you just may be the next
sergeant major of the army.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
Two, three, four.

General hublik, I can't tell you how
much I appreciate that coming from you,

but it gets
a little complicated.

I only have one son left.

He's only got
a few more years at home.

That time won't ever come again.

I've learned anything,
I've learned that, sir.

Well, there'll be time
to talk about that later.

Pentagon duty isn't
half bad for a family.

Neither is fishing, sir.

In your hat, sergeant major.

Yes, sir, general, sir,
three bags full.

Rear guard, recover!

Next.

Kitchen.

I've talked with
your mom and dad.

What about you?

What's it like having a command
sergeant major for a father?

Made me more religious,
I suppose.

Really”? How's that?

Made me more aware of the problems
Jesus must have had as a teenager,

being the son of god.

What sort of father is your dad?

A cross between George patton
and Danny Thomas.

I mean, like he says,
"shit rolls downhill.

If it's a bad day at the post,
you better believe...

It's the wrong day to look
like a ragbag around the house."

- You call that guy about the boat?
- Yeah.

I shouldn't have to ask you
something like that.

It's like pulling teeth to get
any information out of you.

What'd the guy say?

He'd call back in a couple of weeks and
let us know whether they'd take our offer.

Probably waiting to see
if they can get more.

I just hope the interest rate don't
go up by then. What if they do?

They won't go up. But if they do,
what am I supposed to do?

I go in there and tell them they can't
do that 'cause ladonna Carey said...

That the interest rates
won't go up.

I swear, you're as nervous about
that boat as you are about that tank.

Yeah, you know. Go to the n.C.O.
Club and have a beer.

See if we know anybody
on this post. Ahh.

You're a pretty good
old broad, ma.

You just watch
who you're calling old.

Jesus, you're
a hervous old woman.

Dd

J and now the lady
takes you there and you see j

j she has you j

j you find her j&

j you touch her j

j she can't walk away j

j she wants you j

j you know it j

j you show her the way j

j there's nothing to say j

j she plays out her part
she knows from the start &

j the boy's got a hold
on her heart j

give me a bud. What?

A bud. What?

Beer! A beer! Give me a beer!

J but if she goes somewhere,
you can't be far apart j

j the girl's got a hold
on your heart j

- & she's got your life in her hands j
- Hey, Carey!

Carey! Ah,
tippet. Hey! How you been?

Good to see you. What
they got you doing here?

I'm operations n.C.O. With the
provost marshal. How you been?

Okay. How's yourself? I'm
good. I'm good. You look good.

Look, I want you to meet my wife. Christ,
I know Linda.

Uh... no, no. Big mistake.

Linda is the old wife.
New wife is Gwen.

Must not make mistake around new
wife by calling her by old wife's name.

Otherwise,
she'll be upside your head with a pool cue.

Come on.

See anybody we know? Ed tippet.

Oh, yeah? Was Linda there too?

No, but Gwen was. Who's Gwen?

Gwen is new wife.
Linda is old wife.

They got divorced? I guess so.

Christ. You know,
I used to love to go to the n.C.O. Club.

Not anymore.

Not unless you like to sit around
on your can and play bingo...

Or go to the disco
and dance the funky monkey,

or whatever it is they call that
stuff they're blaring in there.

They don't even call 'em
bars anymore.

I mean, it's gotta be a disco.

I don't want to go to a disco.
I want to go to a bar.

Boy, you are acting like the most crotchety
old bugger I've ever seen in my life.

Why don't you get in this bed,

and I'll show you just
how young you really are.

Why, miss Scarlett,
how you do talk.

I just want to get that boat.

I want to finish things up and
get on that boat, that's all.

Hey. Hey what?

G.i. Want a good piece of ass?

I love you. You better.

Gentlemen,
the division sergeant major.

At ease.

Who is this guy,
some kind of hard-ass?

He's one of those guys went in at 16,
something like that.

Probably got a wino
to sign for him.

Hell, I got a wino
to sign for me too.

After he did,
I said, "thanks, dad."

You still had to buy him
a bottle of booze.

Gentlemen, be seated.

My name is
sergeant major Zack Carey.

I usually find these little chats are
about as full of crap as a Christmas goose,

so I'll keep it
as short as possible.

Gentlemen, the bottom line is...

We're gonna get our
collective shit together.

We're gonna make this outfit
combat-ready.

Coming over here today, I saw a couple
of individuals on this installation...

Walking around
looking like ragbags.

That stops now.

Normally, if I was a battalion sergeant
major or company first sergeant,

some clown starts telling me
how to run my people,

I'm gonna personally tell him to
keep his nose out of my business.

But these are not normal times,

so I will park in your pockets,
gentlemen.

Where quality of training is concerned,
there'll be more details later.

Where quality of life
is concerned,

we will take care of
our people's problems.

Whatever it takes to keep our
people's minds on their work,

and not their personal problems,

that's what we're going to do.

For me, at least,
the army is family.

We will take care of our own...

By the book, but with tact...

And by tact I mean don't let
the bullshit reach the brass.

We will handle
our problems in-house.

Because when a problem
leaves your hands...

And reaches your company or
battalion commander's hands,

you better believe it's going to come to
the attention of that 600-pound gorilla...

With two stars on his collar.

And shit rolls downhill.

So you keep that gorilla off my back,
that'll keep me off yours.

There's one other thing.

I want a beer bar on this post
with a soft jukebox...

So old farts like me and a few others
of you can sip our suds in peace...

And not have to dance
the funky monkey.

That's it for now.
Thank you, gentlemen.

Your division sergeant major...

Is all alone
on the battalion field!

Morning,
sergeant major. And a fine one it is.

Would you and your men care to take the
air with me? Be the highlight of our day.

Battalion!

Company, right face!

Forward! Battalion march!

Huh!

Column left, huh!

Double time!

I'm gonna rock the livin' day!

Shake, rattle and roll,
everybody!

Shake, rattle and roll,
everybody!

Pick it up! Pick it up!

- Set 'em down!
- Set 'em down!

Rock it straight.
Rock it straight.

- All right.
- All right.

Here we go. Here we go.

Bye, mom.

Ladonna!

Billy! Ladonna? We did it.

What's going on”? Why don't you
help me with these grocery bags.

Grocery bags, lady? Do you have
any idea who you're talking to?

We got the boat? You
better believe we got the boat.

Broker just called, said they took our
offer, locked in at the same rate.

Yahoo!

What do you say let's forget
about that ham in the oven...

And go out and have a real celebration,
just you and me?

That ham isn't for us.

Zack, I told you I had the n.C.O.
Wives' club meeting here tonight.

I told you that.
You said you'd eat out.

Christ, ladonna,
screw the n.C.O. Wives.

Let's go celebrate. You know I
can't do that. They're coming here.

Hells bells, ladonna. Best news I've
had in 10 years, Billy's out on a date,

and you've got
that crew of Amazons!

I told you five times they
were coming here tonight.

Why don't you
have dinner in town?

Dd

J smile, pretty girl j

j sell me some dreams j

j smile, pretty girl j

j I'd like to keep you here j

beautician school. I did my
girlfriends' hair in high school.

Yeah? Yeah.

Maybe I'll go to California.

I read about this girl
in playboy, you know?

She had her very own barber
shop. That's what I want.

My own place.
No crap from nobody.

I'll drink to that...
To no more crap.

Maybe that's what I'll name
my boat... the no more crap.

Maybe I'll just name it
after you... Sarah.

That's it. The Sarah.

Long may she sail.

The saran.

I've been in the army
almost 30 years.

'Bout time I went Navy.

How would you like
to hear a song?

Gonna play the jukebox?

No, I'm not gonna
play the jukebox.

I'm gonna give you
a rare privilege and a treat.

I'm gonna sing you
an old sea shanty...

In the key of z-flat.

J when I was a little boy j

j so my mother told me j

j way, haul away j

j we'll haul away, Joe j

j if 1 did not kiss the girls j

j my lips would grow all moldy j

j way, haul away j

j we'll haul away, Joe j

what you gonna do now,
euclid? Shoot the ball.

How much money have I
made off you already?

J way, haul away j

I'm making
40 bucks an hour on you.

- J then he got... &
- Shoot the damn ball.

Shit!

Just shut up from here on out,
you hear?

I'll bust your head. Hey!

You wanna cut out that warbling?

Can't you see
there's a game going on?

Oh, well, I'm sorry about that,
deputy. I apologize.

Bad manners to be singing
while there's a game going on.

Come on over.
I'll buy you a beer.

I don't need for you
to buy me no beer.

Sarah, you're supposed
to be turning tricks, girl.

You've wasted enough time
on this old boy.

Probably couldn't
get it up anyway.

You just get your ass off that barstool,
bitch, and start earning some money.

- Hey, hey, hey. You don't wanna do that.
- Say what?

Just no need for that.
That's all.

I tell you what
there ain't no need for...

No need for no army scumbag to come up
here and tell me what to do in my town...

With my whore.

You know something, deputy?

You're right.
You're just as right as rain.

Your town, your whore.

Is that right?

You proved your point.

Oh, god!

Deputy, let me ask you
a question.

How would you like it
if somebody were to...

He's got the gun!

Oh, my god.

Why'd you have to
go and do that?

He only slapped me
around a little.

I could have lost
my job, asshole!

No need to get
sentimental about it.

A simple "thank you" would do.

All right.
I'm coming, I'm coming.

What the hell
is all that racket?

Zack?

What's the problem, man?
It's 2:00 in the morning.

We gotta talk, ed.

I did an El dumb-.
I'll admit it.

I've been in enough of these cracker towns,
I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts...

The local constabulary's gonna be in the
provost marshals office in the morning,

looking to stick my ass in jail.

You gonna pay for the damages?

Well, sure, sure. I'll pay the guy
as much as 500 to cool things out.

You might have to
go higher than that.

The sheriff's a mean cracker.

- Morning, sheriff.
- Good morning.

Would y'all like some coffee?

Well, thank you kindly.
I believe I would.

In my office, please, euclid.

Ah, yes, sir.

Euclid?

Yes, sir?

Where is he?

Who's that, sheriff?

He's not in my jail.

And I don't see
no arrest report on it.

On who, sheriff?

He in the hospital? I'd like
to believe that's the case.

Um, sheriff,

I, uh...

Or is he in the morgue?

But if he's in the morgue,
there oughta be a report in here on it.

Don't you care about
your paperwork, euclid?

Sheriff, I'm not, uh...

I'm not rightly sure
I know who you mean, sir.

Look at your face, son.

Somebody marked up your face
when you was on duty.

And when you're on duty,
you represent me.

Yes, sir.

And who was it marked you up
when you was representing me?

Because now I'm walking around
with marks on my face,

and that I can't have.

Spell me.

He's out there, sarge,
big as life.

Well, Jesus Christ!

That son of a bitch
got a hell of a nerve.

Jesus Christ on a crutch!

Hell, that's just a breach
of professional etiquette.

Coming into my mess hall
without calling me?

Pulling some kind of surprise inspection
in my kitchen without letting me know?

That's just a breach
of professional etiquette.

That fool think I'm afraid of him,
he's got another thing coming.

I'll get me a meat cleaver.

That's a breach of etiquette.
I'll breach that mother's skull.

Sergeant major Carey, this is a
breach of etiquette, you understand?

I don't have to take this
off of nobody.

This is my mess hall,

and you keep your nose
out of my business.

Twenty-seven years
I been runnin' mess halls.

Dwight d. Eisenhower
ate my cookin'.

I don't have to stand for no
surprise inspections from anybody.

Sergeant, I came in here
because the food smelled good,

I wanted to eat with soldiers and
not over at the n.C.O. Country club.

- The food is excellent.
- My food is excellent.

The place is clean.
I run a clean mess hall.

Service is good. Nobody
slops the food on the plate.

Served with pride, respect.

Anybody slop my food,
I'll slop 'em upside the head.

You're doing
an excellent job, sergeant.

My compliments to you
and your entire staff.

You taste that apple cobbler?

I was just gettin' ready
to do that.

You wanna talk about my food, you taste that
apple cobbler, then you talk about my food.

- Sergeant?
- Yeah.

That's the best fuckin'
apple cobbler I ever tasted.

Give that man some seconds.

Morning, Sarah.

Mornin', sheriff.

Sarah, do you believe
in wonder woman?

Who? Wonder woman.

You know, like on the TV.

Do you believe in wonder woman?

No, sir. Now, that's good.

But how about the lone ranger?

You think there's really a lone ranger
like they have in the comic books?

Sheriff, I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

Will you just answer
the question, sister Sarah?

Do you believe
in the lone ranger?

No, sir.

Ah, liar, liar, pants on fire.

You do believe in the lone ranger,
and you think he wears army green.

And that's a dangerous thing for
a little lady in your position to think.

See, Sarah, you do business
with them people, of course.

But that's all. You don't get personal
with 'em 'cause they ain't our kind.

And you gonna
have to learn it good.

So,

pull up your little shirt there,

take down your drawers.

Turn over. Get to it.

'Cause I'm gonna teach you that there
really and truly ain't no lone ranger.

I got this one.

I'd like to see
the provost marshal.

Good morning, sheriff. He's not in
right now, but maybe I can help you.

Well, maybe you can.

I don't know who he is,
but I'll bet you do.

He's a sergeant or a master
sergeant or some such thing.

First name Zack.

He's wanted for battery on
one of my deputies last night.

"D" and "d" and, uh,
whatever else I can think of.

You have no need to look no further,
sheriff, 'cause we got him.

Well, that's good,
'cause I want him.

Yeah, he, uh, turned himself in
to the m.P.'S last night.

He's gonna be one sorry sergeant
major when we get through with him.

In the meantime, if you just tell me how
much he has to pay for damages and all.

Oh, he'll pay, all right,

but first he's gonna spend
some time in my jail.

You know, sheriff...

You know, it's lucky you and
me got a chance to talk...

'Cause I'm gonna save you
all kinds of paperwork.

I'm sure you're aware of the
recent supreme court decision,

Clarence vs. Kern county,

wherein the high court ruled that all
military personnel committing a crime...

In civilian jurisdiction...

I don't want to hear
this supreme court crap!

I want that son of a bitch. I want
his name I can put on a warrant.

I want him here so I can take him to
my jail. Now do you understand that, boy?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I sure do.

The military don't want
no trouble with your town.

I'll have that man up here
for you in 15 minutes.

Now, that's what I like to hear.

'Cause if you want that man that bad,
then you got a bad problem,

so we just got to nip it
right in the bud.

I don't see you making
any calls to locate my man.

Oh, I'll have that son of a
bitch up here in 12 minutes,

cuffs on behind his back.

That about do it for you?

That'd be fine,
if you get to doing it.

And by 5:00 this afternoon,

that whole town of yours will be declared
off-limits to all military personnel.

'Cause we sure don't want you to
have any problems with the army.

So you take him.
Go ahead, take him.

And by 5:00, you won't have to worry about
seein' a soldier in any of your bars...

Or your restaurants or your
stores or your whorehouses.

And if that don't cure your problem,
I don't know what will.

Okay, sambo, you win this one.

There's more than one way
to skin a cat.

You better believe
there is, Jim.

Oh, by the way...

You best watch how
you drive off this post...

'Cause this is
a federal installation.

You break the speed limit here,

you'll be spendin' time
in my jail.

Euclid!

I want to know everything there is
to know about that sergeant major.

I want it all,
and I want it today.

Hold him still.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

Daddy's not mad at you anymore.

It's okay.

Come in.

Corporal Harris reporting,
sergeant major.

You wanted to see me?
Sit down, corporal.

I was over at the post
hospital today. I saw your son.

He's pretty badly beat up.
Did you do it?

As much as I know about the army,
sir, that's none of your business.

Well, if you want,
I can call in the provost marshal.

Well, call the provost.
Nobody's pressin' any charges.

Hey, corporal, I'm just having
a personal chat with you!

You wanna make it hard,
I'll make it hard!

Now I'm tryin' to keep this inside
this office. You're bein' dumb!

Well, fine then. Let's just
keep it in the office.

I know you got your wife and kid so scared,
they won't file out a complaint.

Now, sooner or later,
that's gonna blow up in your face.

I just don't want it
to ever get to that point.

We got good counseling
on this post.

I want you
to volunteer for some.

Nobody will know about it.

I'll keep it
as quiet as possible.

You need some help, son.

Is that it?

You're not going for it, huh?

Am I dismissed?

Let me put it to you
another way, son.

The next time that you feel like you're
losing control and you wanna hit somebody,

you come see me,
you come hit me.

We can go over to the gym, put on the
gloves, or we can just Duke it out.

Look,
what goes on in my family is my business.

It's not your goddamn...

Now you hear this, asshole!

I'm gonna check
that hospital every day.

If that boy's ever in there again with a
Mark on him, I will destroy you in place.

My retirement
won't mean shit to me,

my stripes
won't mean shit to me,

the stockade
won't mean shit to me!

I'll destroy you in a heartbeat!
Do you believe that?

Do ya?

Yes, sergeant major.

You will get some counseling.
Dismissed.

Hi, bill.

Hi, dad.

Where's your mom?
Shopping, I guess.

Crackin' the books
a little early, aren't you?

I've got basketball practice
and an early date.

Smells like mom's cookin' up
a pretty good dinner.

Did you check that
early date out with her?

Yeah, I told her this morning.

I think you're gonna miss
some pretty good ham, son.

Oh, Christ.
I'm gettin' too old for it.

For ham?

No, the bullshit.

I had a clown in my
office today beat up his kid.

Five-year-old boy.

Could've broken his neck.

When you think about people raisin'
a kid right, then he gets killed,

and you see
somethin' like that...

Turns your stomach.

Dad? Yeah.

I was thinkin',
if we get that boat,

maybe we could call it Johnny
boy or somethin' like that.

How about we do that?

I don't need a boat
to remind me of your brother.

I just thought it'd be kinda nice
since he was your favorite and all.

Mmm.

Oh, wait. Walt, wait. You wanna
run that by me one more time?

Not really.

Bill. Come over here.

Come over and sit down.

Billy, do you ever think...

That I wish it was you instead
of your brother that was dead?

That question sucks, dad.
Yes, it does.

It'd be rotten if you felt that
way. And it wouldn't be true.

Johnny was your first born.

It's only natural you and mom
would feel something more for him.

Makes sense, doesn't it?
No, no. It doesn't.

Now we felt something
different for him...

Because he was
a different person,

but not anything more or better.

Mom always said you and
Johnny were exactly alike.

You had to feel somethin' more.

We were a lot alike.

That's why when he was a
little boy we got along so well.

But when he got to be a teenager,
not so much.

He always felt he had
to prove things to me.

Maybe that's why he got killed.

But I swear to you, bill, not once,
not ever for one second...

Did I wish it was you
instead of him that got it.

Straight on that?

Yes, sir.

I gotta go. Okay.

Bill.

You squared away on all that?

Yes, sir.

Throw it! Throw it!
Come on, man!

Break it up!

Look out! Look out!

William Carey.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Taylor would like
to speak to you.

Just a moment.

I don't understand, Mr. Taylor.

Why do you want
to see my locker?

Well, it might be
nothin' at all, Billy.

It's just something
we want to check out.

Billy, these two men
are deputy sheriffs.

They'd like to ask you
some questions.

- This your locker?
- Yes, sir.

You wanna open it up, please?

That's not my lock.

Just open the locker.

That's not my lock. Honest,
Mr. Taylor. That's not my lock.

Could someone please
tell me what's going on here?

Billy, the sheriff's office
has received some reports...

That you've been selling
marijuana on the campus.

But that's not true.

Could you ask the janitor
to open that locker, please?

(Go ahead.

Excuse me.

Well, well, well.

Lookee what we got here.

I'd like to see
the sheriff, please.

Well, right this way
there, general.

Right this way.

Someone to see you, sheriff.

Okay.

Sheriff says okay.

- Uh, sheriff, uh...
- Buelton.

My name is Zack Carey.

I did a real dumb thing
in your town the other night...

And then I tried
to weasel out of it.

I'm sorry. You win, I lose.

Now, what do I have to do
to get my son back?

Euclid, could you come in here
and bring your camera, please?

You wouldn't mind posing for a
picture with me, would you?

If not, sergeant,
back over against that wall.

Right over here.

You see, euclid here has never
seen a talking asshole before,

and I'd like for him to
have a souvenir photo of it.

All right, euclid.

I think I'll call this
"sheriff buelton gets his man."

Unless you've got a better idea.

Well, let's see
what we got here, sergeant.

"William Carey.

Possession of narcotics.

Possession with intent
to sell same.

Assaultin' a peace officer
and resisting arrest."

Now, if I know the judge... I reckon I
oughta know him. He's my brother-in-law.

This'd be enough to get
that little boy of yours...

At least two years on the county farm,
maybe three.

All right, sheriff.

It's like I said.
You win, I lose.

You come up with a number,
and I'll pay.

You get right down to the heart of
the matter, don't you, sergeant?

Well, I admire that, and I'm gonna
let you come up with a number.

But after you've had a chance
to visit our correctional facility.

Move it, move it! Come on!

Come on,
boy. What's the matter with you?

Go! Move it! Move it, move it!

What's the matter with you guys”? Come on,
boy!

Come on, come on, come on!
Hurry! Move it! Move it!

We practice a modern form
of penology here.

We try to rehabilitate
the prisoners...

Through a system of positive
and negative feedback.

Now, you take the work here.

That's a privilege,
and that's positive feedback.

On the other hand, uh,
well... trustee Jackson!

Yeah, boss?

Could we see an example of
negative feedback, please?

Right now, boss.

You, boy!

You're crazy! That's
what's the matter with you!

Okay, sheriff, I get the point.

I'm impressed. You don't need
to carry this little scene out for me.

Well, sergeant,
this ain't the army.

Here I say the "have-to's”
and the "don't-have-to's."

I say that youngster's
malingering.

That's an example
of antisocial behavior.

It calls for negative feedback.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, boy!

Just crazy, that's all!

Well, I hope you found
our little tour helpful.

Just give me a number,
sheriff, and you got it.

That's the trouble
with your kind.

You don't appreciate subtlety.

You all come down here and you're
gonna change our way of living...

Because you've got the U.S.
supreme court on your side.

But I reckon you're finding
out we ain't broken legged.

You want a number? $10,000.

Sheriff, I don't know what you
think the army pays these days.

I wouldn't know, sergeant.
I'm just an ignorant cracker.

But I did hear that soldier
magazine wrote a story on you.

Said you was, uh...
Let's see. What'd they say?

You own your own tank,
and you just bought a big, fancy boat.

Why, shoot, that sound like some kind
of millionaire to an old poor boy like me.

Sheriff, I've sent 30...

I'll bet you could
sell that boat...

And raise that kind
of money right now.

Oh, sergeant.

Uh, one more thing.

I think it would be
inadvisable...

For you to get the idea of bringing
in some Jew lawyer down here...

To talk about civil rights.

'Cause you do that, and I'm gonna have that
little boy of yours out on this farm...

Before you can say
"habeas corpus."

Okay, sheriff, you'll get
everything you want.

But you remember this...

Anything happens to my boy,

nothing you can do will
prevent me from killing you.

He's the only thing
keepin' you alive.

And vice versa, sergeant.

You remember that.

Billy, are you okay?

Dad, I didn't do what they say.
I didn't do anything.

Somebody else's lock was on my locker.
Somebody else put that stuff in there.

I know, I know. It doesn't
have anything to do with you.

Dad, it's gotta have
somethin' to do with me...

'Cause I'm the one
they got sittin' in this jail!

No, Billy, it's the sheriff.

The sheriff is using you
to get to me.

That's why he put you
in here... to get me.

I'm gonna do exactly what he
wants. Then you're out of here.

- But why, dad? I mean, Jesus!
- Son, it's a long story.

Once you're out of here,
I'll tell you the whole thing.

The bottom line is, you're gonna get
out of here. Do you understand?

Okay.

You think you can hang in here
just a little bit longer?

Yes, sir.

That's exactly the way I
want you to talk to these guys.

"Yes, sir" and "no, sir."

In a little while, a day or two at
the most, you'll be out of here.

I promise you that.

I've never broken a promise
to you, have I?

No, sir.

I'm not gonna start now.

I promise you I will
get you out of here.

That's a promise.

You bastard! You rotten, filthy,
son-of-a-bitchin' bastard!

My baby's in jail because
you had to go out whoring!

All right. We'll pay the man
the money. We'll get Billy back.

Then you do whatever
you feel you have to do.

Oh, no!

Look, ladonna,
I have got this thing figured out.

We can cut those bills
right in half.

No! We are getting a lawyer,
and that's all there is to it!

Our son is not gonna be
handled between good ol' boys!

And you... you have no right
to even talk to me about it.

Ladonna, you don't understand.
This guy, he is an evil man.

If you get a lawyer... we
are not doing things his way,

and we are not
doing things your way.

I'm getting our son a lawyer,
and you have no right to tell me different.

You left your rights
on a barroom floor!

Ladonna!

All right, talk to a lawyer,
huh? Find out what can be done.

But don't you take any action that'll get
to that sheriff without telling me first!

I'll do the same. Okay?

Okay?

Zack!

Zack!

First sergeant,
take over the inspection.

What is it, ladonna?
I tried, Zack.

I didn't understand
what you meant.

I didn't believe you.
Believe me about what?

About the sheriff.

Aw, Christ! Move over.

He's here, sheriff.

Well, lookee who's here...
Mr. stupid.

You are as dumb as you can be.

I told this man not to
bring any lawyers in on this.

But he wouldn't listen
to me. He's too smart.

See, sergeant, when we get some big,
important lawyer in from out of the county,

we don't want to waste
his valuable time,

so we went right ahead
and held a trial.

Now you know what? Your
lawyer's in jail... contempt of court.

We'll finish this
conversation in my office.

Take the money, sheriff.
Give me my son.

Please.

Oh, you do know the magic word.

Sergeant,
it's my sad duty to report to you...

That your son was found guilty,

has been sentenced to
three years on the county farm.

But I'll take the money.

It'll keep him alive for a year.

After that, maybe I'll take some more,
and you'll get him back.

Damn it, sheriff!
We made a deal!

But any more lawyer noise,

and that kid's gonna be shot
trying to escape.

Yes, sir.

I got the power to do just
about anything on that farm...

Except stop the course
of true love.

That I can't do.

You see, unfortunately,

we do have some degenerates
down there on the farm.

Unless I miss my guess,

they're gonna fall in love
with that little boy of yours.

Of course, it will be...

A learnin' experience for him.

Sheriff told me
why I was in here...

Before he beat me up.

'Cause of you and
your whore! Bill.

Was she worth it, dad?

Look at me!

Hubik.

Are you sure?

Well, stop him.
Block the main gate.

All right, all right!
I'm coming!

Ow!

Somebody better have
a damn good reason...

For banging on that door
this early in the morning...

Or they gonna
spend some time in my jail.

Oh, lord.

I do believe I got you covered.

Oh, Jesus. Uh...

Oh, lord. Uh, uh...

Please, mister. I...
Now bring my son out.

Don't be cute.
I'm in a bad mood.

Oh, Jesus. Uh... I want to,
sergeant, I swear to Jesus,

but the sheriff thought you
might pull some of that legal stuff,

so, uh, he had your boy transferred
up to the county farm last night.

Put him on
the work detail right away.

Who's inside the jail?

Uh... uh, just
a couple of drunks.

- He's lying.
- Shut your mouth.

Deputy, do you have any idea what would
happen to you if I pulled this trigger?

He's got that lawyer
y'all hired in there too.

Get the deputy's keys
and let everybody out, Sarah.

Yes, sir.

Where's the sheriff?

Uh, he's at the state capitol,
meeting with the governor.

Is that so? I swear
on my mama's eyes.

Deputy, you go over and rip
the radio out of that squad car.

Oh, uh, uh... I can't do that.

No, that there's a...
That there's a new radio.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Oh, shit!

All the telephone calls in town go
through those two boxes over there?

They sure do.

Holy shit!

My car! My goddamn car!

Oh... shit!

All right. Sarah,
give me that gun belt.

You, come here.

Come on.

Now, strip.

Go on. Strip.

Sheesh.

Oh, child!

Don't let this take all day.

Here, Sarah.

Handcuff him to
that post over there.

Come on. Go!

Uh-oh.

Hey, sergeant. Can I go with ya?

I can't stay here no more.

- Jump on.
- Yeah.

Yeah!

Let's go.

Okay. Now you stay there.

Close the hatch.

- Whoa!
- Damn!

What are you doing?

You're crazy!

Lie down, Billy,
I'm coming to get ya. Lie down.

Billy, damn it, lie down!

You're crazy.
You're gonna get us all killed.

Ohh!

Yea! All right! Yea!

Well, where is this invading
army we're supposed to stop?

Holy shit!

Well, I sure would like
to help you, Cyrus, but...

Governor, I have got a 52-year-old
sergeant that's crazy.

I gota... a-a
16-year-old dope fiend...

And a 20-year-old hooker
in a sherman tank!

They've already destroyed
three squad cars,

two trucks,
my office and a '74 Chevy!

I want you to call out
the national guard...

And blow that
son of a bitch away!

Well, I suppose I could do that,

but that would take
a lot of time, Cyrus.

Why don't you see what the army
can do for you, old buddy.

And in clemmonsville today,
what has to be...

The most unusual prison
break in recent history.

Sergeant major Zack Carey
of fort clemmons...

Broke his son William out of the
clemmons county correctional facility...

Using a world war ll
sherman tank.

All right. Thank you, son.

What's your big plan,
sergeant major?

We're gonna head for the Tennessee
state line. Take us a couple of days.

We can move pretty good, but it'll slow
them down a tad. What's she doing here?

Bill.

Look, once you get
across the state line,

if they want you,
they have to extradite you.

We can fight that. That means
a fair hearing in a court of law.

Now, what you got back there in
clemmonsville? What's she? My lawyer?

At that hearing,
Sarah will testify...

That she was busted for vagrancy
and forced into prostitution.

Then you and I can tell
our side of the story.

You think they're gonna believe
our side of the story over a sheriff's?

Bill. Bill, that sheriff
is not part of the system.

In a fair hearing,
a... a lawyer can work. He can do his job.

We're not running away from the
law. We're running to the law, bill.

- We're gonna win.
- They're gonna lose, general!

They're going down in flames,
and you're gonna help me do it.

I just got back from
the governor's office,

and I can have him call you, or he can call
your superior, if that's the way you want it.

But either way, I'm gonna see some tanks
rolling out of here to stop that maniac.

Go ahead. Call anyone you like, sheriff.
I don't take orders from governors.

Sergeant major Carey's resigned. Besides, he's
committed no major crime in my jurisdiction.

He stole a goddamn tank! It's his
tank. He can do what he wants with it.

The most I've got him on is
busting a 20-foot section of fence.

General, I am the local
civilian authority,

and I am hereby making a
formal request of the military...

To do everything in its power to
assist and aid me in apprehending...

Posse comitatus, sheriff.

Did you call me
a pussy communist?

The U.S. army is, by an act of
congress... the posse comitatus act...

Specifically precluded from enforcing civilian
law outside the military reservation.

Pussy communist?

That means I do not have
the authority to provide you...

With a single piece of military
equipment or personnel...

Without a direct order from my superior
or the President of the United States.

I can give you his address,
if you'd like.

Sheriff Cyrus buelton, the chief law
enforcement officer of clemmons county,

has deputized an additional
200 men... sit down!

In an attempt
to apprehend the tank...

Before it reaches
the Tennessee state line,

which is apparently
its destination,

according to a c.B. Broadcast made
by sergeant Carey from the tank today.

Now,

a tank is not what you want
to call a fuel-efficient vehicle.

I mean, the son of a bitch
ain't drivin' a Toyota!

Any fool knows it ain't far
to empty on a sherman tank.

So I'm gonna put one of you
brave boys in every filling station...

Between here and the state line.

If he pulls in for gas, he's gonna
have to get out and pump it hisself.

When that happens,
it's gonna be my great pleasure...

To shoot that sergeant
in his privates.

Who's that out there?

All right. All right.
Don't make any noise.

I don't wanna hurt ya.

All I need is some gas.

Okay?

You the one they talking about
on television with that tank and all?

Maybe.

You know,
my sister had a boy down on that farm.

He never did come back. You're
welcome to anything you need.

All right,
Mr. gant. All right. That ought to do her.

Well... I don't know how to say thank you,
sir.

And thank your wife for her
chicken too. It's real good.

Oh, you welcome, ma'am.

Best of luck to you,
sergeant. Thank you.

Sergeant, now my wife, she's a church-going
woman. She's praying for y'all.

Well, that's nice,
Mr. gant. Thank you.

All right, you guys.
Finish eating.

I got a few things to square up in
the tank. Then we're gonna move out.

I would like to say
a few words about Mr. gant.

He has aided and abetted
escaped felons.

Normally, of course,
I would arrest him.

But I can't do that because those
same felons did destroy my jail.

Yeah.
However, long about tonight,

I bet Mr. gant will be wishing
he was in a nice safe jail,

especially if, as I suspect,
some of his fellow citizens show up...

To express negative feedback on
account of his helping escaped convicts,

dope addicts and prostitutes.

Isn't what you're saying
an invitation to violence?

Violence don't need
an invitation from me.

And that from
sheriff Cyrus buelton,

chief law enforcement officer
of clemmons county.

Meanwhile, the manhunt
for the tank continues.

This is Ken billings
in the TV-9 skywatch chopper.

In the middle of our
regular morning traffic report,

we were able to obtain these
exclusive pictures of the tank itself.

Within a short time, however,
we were spotted,

and the tank managed to disappear into the
dense wooded area of this part of the county.

You would think that a sherman
tank would be an easy thing to spot,

but you've got to give
the sergeant major credit.

When he doesn't want to be seen,
he evidently will not be seen.

There you are, Jim. Billy.

Come on. Move, boy.

We got 'em spotted
right here, sheriff.

Whereabouts? Right here.

He's headed down through that
thicket country. Then down in them bogs.

Bogs”? He's heading
for the bogs, boys.

Looks like we got us
a possum hunt!

If that possum does
double back up on the road,

ain't nobody gonna
give him any gas.

Not after what's
gonna happen tonight!

Uh-huh. Yeah.

And my wife and kids is gone!

You wanna try and burn me out?

Hey, you go to it!

But I'll tell you one thing... I'll
take out two of you with me!

What is that? This is the
tank. You assholes better move!

Thanks, Mr. gant.
Aw, you welcome, honey.

Y'all just help yourself to
anything you need now, you hear me?

Billy, here. Take this.

Billy, I know how
you feel about me.

And maybe you're right.

But I just want you to know that nothing
happened between your father and me.

We sat at the bar, that's all.

Looks like that was enough.

Let me tell you something,
Billy. Nothing happened between us.

Not because of me
but because of him.

He wanted to talk. That's all.

And if he hadn't been there in the first
place, none of this would've happened.

And maybe if he would've taken me
out back there to one of them trailers,

nothing would've happened
either... ever think of that, Billy?

Heck, if he'd been like any of those
other guys who had 20 bucks in his hand,

and wanted to cheat on his wife,
then that would've been the end of it too.

So maybe I oughta hate him for not taking
me out back there in the first place.

Or maybe I oughta hate me for not being
sexy enough to get him out back there.

Of course, if you just wanna hate,
you can come up with all kinds of reasons.

But your father,
he deserves better than that.

That's where the sheriff thinks you are
right now, down there in them bogs.

That's where we would've
been. You'd have been stuck too.

And besides that, he's got 10 mack trucks
blocking the way back up on the road.

How we gonna get around 'em?

Now, you see that little
holler right there? There?

Yeah, right there.
Now, that'll take you out.

And that's stump country, but that ain't
gonna hurt that thing you drivin'.

They're not
in the bogs, sheriff.

They must've doubled back on us.

That pussy communist.

Hold on, you two.

We're going for a rough ride.

Ah, wouldn't that
just frost 'em?

What is it? I do believe
we threw a track.

Billy, get in
and start up the tank.

When Sarah tells you to, just inch it
forward... just a hair, that's all.

All right.

Sarah. Yeah.

Get back here.
And when I say it's okay,

you tell Billy to move
it forward. Right.

Damn it!

All right.

- Okay!
- Ay!

Billy, hurry! He's hurt!

Ohl

I think I've broken some ribs.

Don't move, dad.
Oh, it's my fault.

No, it isn't. No.

Billy,
get the first-aid kit out of the tank.

Okay, Sarah,
put this stuff back in the tank.

I'm getting a doctor. You're
coughing up blood. No, Billy. No.

Look. You two set out on foot.

Just get me off to the side.
I'll be all right. I'm not leaving.

Billy. Billy, look,
this is... it's like a war.

You have to lick your
wounds after the battle.

I know that's tough. Horseshit,
dad. I'm not leaving you.

Billy, I'm not asking you.
I'm ordering you.

You order your soldiers. I'm
your son. I'm getting a doctor.

No, Billy. Look,
the sheriff will get all of us.

We don't have any choice.
Then we're all getting out of here.

I can drive this tank. I can
drive it just as good as you.

I'll get us across
that state line.

Billy,

you don't have to prove
anything to me.

I'm not proving anything.

That's you and Johnny.
I'm like mom.

Practical.

I love you.

More than anyone on earth.

Can you understand that?

You put your life
on the line for me,

for something that
wasn't even your fault.

Now you can
lean on me for a while.

I love you,
son. I just want you safe, that's all.

I know.

Let's get on with it.
Let's get going.

You okay?

Are you sure you
can run this thing?

He helped build it. You
better believe he can drive it.

Yeah, but we're not gonna do this
hide by day and move by night routine.

We're going up on the
main road and haul flat out.

See that cracker
try and stop a tank.

This morning,
16-year-old William Carey...

Broadcast an s.0.S.
From the tank.

It seems his father was injured
fixing a thrown track.

And William went on the air,
requesting first-aid instructions.

In the meantime, since what has
been dubbed as the battle of gant's farm,

the tank and its unlikely crew are fast
becoming folk heroes to the entire nation.

And especially
to school children.

Local high school children are holding
up signs that read, "right on, tank."

And "go, sarge, go!" And what does
sheriff buelton have to say about this?

Let me say first that
these men are criminals.

We are talkin' about
an escaped convict,

and a man who is wanted for
assault with a deadly weapon,

and a known... excuse
the expression... prostitute.

Now these people in
that tank are not heroes.

But they do have a tank.

Well, if you read your Bible, you will
find that might does not make right.

That boy made
a serious mistake...

When he came back
up on this road.

But now we're gonna stop him.

We know where, we know when
and how we're gonna do it.

This is fort clemmons to the tank.
Do you copy?

We have Mrs. Carey on the line.

How bad's he hurt?

Billy? Billy!

You have to release
the button to hear him.

Mom, he's got some
internal bleeding.

You tell your dad...

You tell him I'm sorry
for all the stuff I said.

That I love him.

And I love you.

You're a pretty good
old broad there, ma.

Don't you die on me,
you son of a bitch.

Don't you dare die on me.

This is Jason price speaking to you
from the Tennessee-Georgia state line,

where a crowd of hundreds has gathered,
with more arriving every minute,

at what will be
the finish line...

Of the most bizarre race ever run
in this part of the United States...

If the tank
can make it this far.

We're here live
with Mrs. ladonna Carey...

At the Tennessee state capitol.

What reasons did the
governor give for not seeing you?

The governor said he couldn't
spare five minutes of his time.

What are you going to
do about the situation?

I would like to ask that every
woman who can hear me...

Try to imagine that it were her
son and her husband out there,

and to phone
the governor's office...

And ask him
to spare five minutes...

Just five minutes...

To a woman who's trying
to save her family's lives.

And I'm gonna stay
right here until he does.

State capitol. State capitol.

Yes,
he'll get the message. State capitol.

300 calls so far.
Who needs this shit?

I say yes,
then I'm harboring an escaped convict.

I say no,
and I just shot Jesse James.

Who needs it?

Yeah?

Well, do whatever you have to do.
And keep me advised.

State trooper's office.

They reckon 1,000 people have
gathered on our side of the state line.

Senators don't have to deal
with this kind of shit!

Get a hold of that Carey woman
and tell her I'll meet with her.

_ Billy! Billy Carey!

This is Ken billings
of wgaz TV-9.

We're flying right above you.
Do you read me?

Loud and clear.

How's it going, Billy?
How's your dad?

Uh, not too hot.

He's got some internal bleeding.

Do you think he'll be able to
make it across the state line?

You better believe it.
We'll make it across.

What will you do then,
Billy? Will you surrender to the sheriff?

No way. There's no way I'm gonna
let the sheriff take my dad.

That's some kid.
That's some old man.

If he wants to make this the last stand
at the alamo, then that's what we'll do.

Because we've got
a load of firepower.

We're gonna get to the law...
The real law.

For a long time,
like every other kid my age,

I guess I thought my dad was wrong
about a lot of things. But not anymore.

He doesn't have to prove anything to me,
and I don't have to prove anything to him.

The bottom line is,
he's my father and I love him.

If that sheriff tries to hurt my old man,
I will blow him away.

That little shit's
running for governor.

Mrs. Carey, I have a good deal
of sympathy for your plight,

but this is
a very delicate matter.

All I'm asking is that
they get a fair hearing...

Before you hand them back
to someone like buelton.

It's not quite that simple. I mean,
there are other considerations.

What considerations?

Well, this is a very
church-conscious state, Mrs. Carey.

And I'm talking about
a Christian act of justice.

In all candor, Mrs. Carey,
I would find it very difficult...

To put the full prestige
and honor of the governorship...

Behind a crusade led
by two men in a tank...

With a 20-year-old prostitute.

Governor,

that's my husband and my son in
that tank with that 20-year-old prostitute.

If I don't have
a problem with that,

I fail to see why you should.

Perhaps we look at it
from different perspectives.

Well, my perspective
has about a dozen reporters...

From every TV and radio station
and newspaper you can think of,

waiting for me to come
outside and make a statement.

Now, I'm either gonna tell them they
have a governor that they can be proud of,

who's willing to see that justice is done,
no more, no less.

Or I'm gonna tell them that
their governor is an asshole!

Which is it gonna be?

Are you threatening the governor of
this state with blackmail, Mrs. Carey?

Yes, sir, I am!

Euclid!

Euclid?

Euclid, will you come here?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Where's that fella,
aavery?

Uh, he's coming right in now,
sir. Come on! Come on!

You aavery? Yes, sir.

Hell, sheriff!
Where'd you get that?

Sheriff bucks over in
Harley county loaned it to me.

He had the thing up on his wall.

They tell me you can
shoot this. Is that right?

Hell, that's all I did
in the army.

All right. Now, here's the plan.

The tank is gonna be
coming up this road.

He's gonna see those trucks.
He can't get over them.

So he's gonna have to veer
off this road out into this field,

and when that happens,
he's gonna get stuck in the mud.

That's what's gonna happen,
all right.

That's what I said.

And when that happens,
I want you to fire to immobilize the tank.

I don't care
if he can still shoot.

But I don't want him to be able to move,
you hear?

Just a piece of cake, sheriff.

Just hit him in the track, blow that track,
and that'll stop him for sure.

Governor, have you talked to Mrs.
Carey yet? Yes, we have.

Have you made a decision yet? Yes,
we have made a decision.

We decided that if Mrs. Carey's
husband and son reach our jurisdiction,

a full and complete hearing will take place
in which we will examine all of the facts...

Of this entire affair before any
request for extradition is granted.

Where is Mrs. Carey?

Mrs. Carey is now on her way
to the state line,

where I hope to join her
within the hour.

Hang in there just a little longer,
dad. I think we're home free now.

The governor is gonna fight
the extradition. You've won!

Zack, Billy, you've won!

Dd

All right. We are ready.

Euclid, get them water
trucks outta here.

Everybody else, get down
behind this dirt ramp.

Dd

They got the road blocked
with trucks. I'm going around.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Gol

go! Go! Go! Go!

Hold him in there.

Hold him. Now get him!

That's all right.
That's all right.

Don't be nervous.
Just squeeze the trigger.

But you miss again,
it's your ass!

Just keep going, son.

Go! Go! Go!

We did it, boy! We got him!

I'm happy as a pig in shit!

Aavery,
maybe you ain't a faggot after all. Oh.

All right. All right out
there. The game is over.

Come out with your hands
on your head and surrender.

No!

Drop on it, sheriff.

Uh-oh!

Ohh! Get down, boys! Down!

Now that betrays a negative
attitude, Billy boy.

But that's all right.

Me and my boys got
all the time in the world...

And we can wait.

Fire away,
Billy boy. We got a long day ahead of us.

So you just sit there in that
tank and enjoy the afternoon sun.

Move those people back.
Move back.

Isn't there anything
they can do?

They got no engine. They can't
move. They gotta be pulled out.

Hey, what are you guys
doing here?

Stealin'.

When it gets dark,

I want the two of you to go out
through the hatch and slip across the line.

I'm not gonna let you die.

I'm staying with you.

Bill...

Sheriff, if I surrender now,

will you give medical
attention to my father?

I hear you, Billy. Yes, sir.

You give up now, and I'll see your
daddy gets straight to the hospital.

What the hell is that?

Cover me.

Shoot that hippie
son of a bitch!

Let the governor through.
Let him through.

Come on, you crazy
son of a bitch!

Hot damn! Hot damn!

Pull! Everybody, pull!

Pull! Pull it! Pull!

Pull! Pull!

Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull!

Pull! Pull!

Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull!

Stop them bastards!
Shoot into that crowd!

You shoot into this crowd, we'll turn
this into another little bighorn, buelton.

Go out and get 'em! Stop 'em
out there! Come on out here!

Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull!

Grab that cable!
Haul that cable in!

Pull! Pull! Pull!

Pull! Pull!

Pull! Pull! Come on,
governor! Pull! Pull!

We gotta try something else.

Follow me. There ya go.

Get those tables out of the way
there! Come on! Everybody back!

Move back! Come on!
Get 'em out! Move there!

I got you now,
you son of a bitch.

Come out of that tank!
Come out or I'll burn you out!

I'll fry you alive! You hear me?

I'll pour gasoline
down that hatch,

'cause you have lost, sergeant.

You lost and I won!

Hook her up. Hook her up!

We stopped a sherman tank!

We didn't get no help
from the governor, the army...

Pull! Pull!

I'm coming, sheriff!

Ohl

Sheriff... you
syphilitic bolshevik.

You pervert.
You pussy communist!

Pull! Pull! Come on!

Pull! Pull! Pull!

Pull! Everybody! Pull! Pull!

You did real good, old girl.