All language subtitles for Tour of Duty - 2x15 - Hard Stripe.en

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[INAUDIBLE]

What?

Not sure.

Through there.

Who the hell is that?

LT, you know who that is?

That's Jim Doyle,
my buddy from the CIA.

You met him last week
on the base.

He was recruiting short-timers.
I know who he is.

What's he doing out here?

I don't know.

They don't call 'em spooks
for nothing.

All right, let's move too.

Let's journey out. Let's go.

Journey out.
Let's get a perimeter.

Zeke!

My lucky day.

Lieutenant.

This is a free-fire zone,
Doyle.

What are you doing out here?

Now, don't get your oysters
in a stew, LT.

Just taking care of business.

Russian Dragunov.

Intelligence
has been trying

to get a look at one of these
for a while.

My Cambodian contact
scored these for me.

But I had to come out here
to get 'em.

And you just happened to be
standing around out here

in the middle of nowhere,
half a klick from IPZ,

with no way to get your prize
back to the base.

Like I said, LT, my lucky day.

Yeah, right.

All right, come on.

Phil, Duane, grab this box.

Come on, Johnson.
You're on point.

Go. You know what to do.

You heard him.
We're moving out.

SOLDIER:
All right, let's go.

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Take cover! Take cover!

Two o'clock! Two o'clock!

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

Cover him! Cover him!

ANDERSON:
Lay down cover!

Grenade!

Smitty, roll out of there!

Grenade!

Hold your fire.
They're pulling back.

SOLDIER:
Hold it!

Argh!

What are you guys
looking at?

Get over here and give me a hand
with these crates.

SOLDIER:
Seven-Victor, 4-88.

SOLDIER 2:
Stand by!

Whew.
Afraid it's shot, LT.

Oh, it's just a radio,
Smitty.

Grab me a survey sheet.

I'll have somebody write it up
as a combat loss.

LT...

Smitty was lucky
to get outta that one.

He was asking me
about his promotion.

Well, you can tell him
he got it.

He's almost a sergeant.

Of course, you realize

that wasn't Charlie
that hit us out there.

Those are Montagnards.

Thing is
the Montagnards in that area

are supposed to be friendly.

I know.

That's not the only thing about
today's mission I don't buy.

You know, we were supposed
to be sent on a recon.

I don't believe it.

So, what are you saying?

I don't think
it's an accident

that Doyle just happened
to cross our path.

I think we were sent out there
to pick him up.

Look here, LT, I know
where he stays in town.

How about I stop by there
and have a few words with him?

Maybe I can pump
some information out of him.

You think he'll
tell you anything?

I'll give it a shot.

All right,
you let me know.

DOYLE: One of our guys
used to do this

until his palm
turned black.

Never batted an eye.

Yeah, why go bowling when
you can toast your palm, right?

Talking about nerve, man,
guts...

Well, it took something,
that's for sure.

Jimmy, tell me something.
Mmm.

You being
out there today,

all on your lonesome
like that,

what in the hell
was that all about?

I told you.

I was taking care
of business.

I had to meet
some of our people out there.

Highway 1, man.

It's the main drag
for making deliveries.

For all the goods coming out
of Cambodia to Saigon.

Narcotics to the world,

weapons to Victor Charlie,

everything.

Everything goes down
that main road

or real close to it.

Including those
Russkie rifles.

Let me tell you something,
Zeke.

That is a hot weapon.

Trajectory, flat as a pancake.

Shoots straight as a stick,

and way out there.

These guys made
a field-grade weapon

with competition specs.

Yeah, and our intelligence guys
just want to tear it apart

and see what
makes it tick, right?

You got it.

Now, that's why
I locked those babies up

in your company arms room.

No, no.
I got this here.

I got it.

All right.

But what about
the Montagnards today?

I mean, I can't figure.

How are you supposed
to figure those guys out?

They're one generation away
from swinging through the trees.

I don't know about that.

Just between you and me
and the gatepost here,

how'd you plan on
getting back today

if we hadn't just
happened along when we did?

Heh-heh. It's all
taken care of, Zeke.

Well, my LT,

and the boy's no fool,
Jimmy--
Mm-hmm.

My LT figures that you
kind of had us in your plans

from the beginning.

You know, like you knew
where we were gonna be,

and you knew when
we were gonna be there.

Well, he's no fool,
but...

what difference
does it make?

We're all on
the same team, right?

Well, he's not so sure.

And to be real honest with you,
I'm not, either.

I'm only telling
you this, Jimmy,

because I don't want you
to get jacked up by surprise.

Man, I could be selling
anthrax cans to Uncle Ho,

ain't nobody
gonna jack me up.

And not only do these guys
pay me a ton of money,

but they look out for me too,
no matter what.

It's like I was
telling you before.

My people,
they take care of their own.

I mean, even if I get
a little dirt on my hands,

I can't be touched.

I'm telling you, Zeke,
it's a great job.

Just think about it,
all right?

Oh, man, I'm too tired to think
about anything else tonight.

All right.

You want to use
my intelligence contacts

to check out Doyle,

all I'm asking is why.

Because I think
our mission was a cover

to provide protection
for Doyle.

Two guys got killed.

I don't even think it was
a legitimate CIA operation.

Because if it was,
why didn't they give him cover?

Why didn't they
bring him out?

I think he's
gone into business for himself.

Okay, what do you want me
to find out?

Anything, where he's from,
what he's doing here.

Anything about those rifles.
All right.

I'll leave whatever I get
with the clerk at S-3, okay?

No, wait a minute.

That's a little impersonal,
don't you think?

That's the way you wanted it,
remember?

No, that's the way
you insisted it would be.

Miss Devlin.

Sergeant.

See you.
Alex...

Thought I saw you
on the flight line yesterday.

No, uh-uh.

You're not gonna be
seeing me there.

Sorry about that.

That's all right.

I gotta walk to my hooch.
Come on.

I talked to Jim Doyle
last night.

He still claims
it was a coincidence,

running into him
in the bush like that.

You buy it?

Well, I mean, when he says it,
it sounds good, but...

He says the rifles
are locked up in the arms room,

and that's about it.

Other than that,
he just bragged about

what a good job
he's got.

Okay, forget it.

I'm gonna talk to
the major about it.

Oh, I told Smitty
that he's almost a sergeant.

He asked me not to call him
a dirty name.

I can understand that,
sergeant.

They're having a party for him
at the EM club.

Good.

You know, some of the guys
figured that, uh,

that Johnson
earned that stripe.

Well, Johnson's
a real good soldier,

but Smith's got
more time in service,

he's got more time
in grade.

He's a short-timer,

and he's got
a wife and baby at home.

I figure that extra stripe
might help him

get a rear-area job
for the rest of his tour.

Well, then, I guess
that makes Johnson

next in line for
the next opening, then, huh?

And he'll get it.

Tell him
he can count on it.

[SOLDIERS CHANTING
CADENCED MARCH]

How you doing, Myron?

Listen, I wanted
to talk to you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I saw you on
the flight line yesterday.

You looked P.O.'d
at the universe.

Figured it was because

Alex wasn't there
to welcome you back.

That's what
you figured, huh?

You know, life would be
a lot easier

if you just applied
for the staff job

like she asked.

At least give it a try.

That's a hell
of a piece of advice

coming from a combat junkie
like you, McKay.

Come on, Myron.
We're different.

You got some education,
family history.

You got a future
to look forward to.

Me, I'm at the top of my game
right now,

Right here in Vietnam.

I love it,
but it will be over.

What are you getting at,
McKay?

Alex put you up to this?

You're not dumb, Myron,
so don't say dumb things.

Look, she goes
through the wringer

every time
you go out there.

You ignore that, you're gonna
wind up out in the cold.

And you're gonna be sitting
by the fire holding her hand?

Damn it, can't you understand
a thing I'm telling you?

You trying to tell me
you're not interested?

No. To me,
Alex is a class act.

But I'm not trying
to shoot you down, either.

[SIGHS]

You crash and burn
on your own,

well, that's another story.

I betcha one day
y'all learn to listen to me.

Now, take LT.

Now, long as we out in
the field, he's one of us.

But when we're back here
in the real,

around other officers,
he's one of them.

See, us grunts, we got needs,
and we got feelings.

They don't see that.

They treat us like they own us,
like we're cattle.

Uh, Marcus,

I think
that's "chattel."

Whatever.

I still gotta go straighten up
some new transfer's office

because "Patterson" happens
to be preceded by "Lieutenant,"

and they think "Taylor's"
preceded by "dirt."

I've never seen you get so
bent up over scut work before.

It ain't work, brother.
It's the mentality.

Take you.

Anybody been with you
when it count

knows that you deserve
them stripes.

Unless, of course, they think

you're a little too dark
for the job.

Now, wait. Wait.

Ain't nobody pulling
that one on me, brother.

You should know better
than that.

Now, LT did the right thing
by Smitty.

And when it's my stripe,
he better do right by me.

You know, something in
what the man says, Marvin.

Smitty ain't half the soldier
you are.

You know, maybe you ought
to give up this humble stuff

and stick up for yourself.

Ain't got nothing to do
with humble.

Then why ain't you
in LT's face?

'Cause I humped those
damn boonies too many times

to jump bad
and blow it now.

So from now on, I'm gonna
do things the smart way

and let the system
work for me.

See, first you do the job.

Then if you don't get what
you deserve, you got a gripe.

Show you how I feel,
I'm gonna be the first one

to buy ol' Smitty a beer when he
gets that stripe on his sleeve.

I'll tell you what, Marvin.

When you do get
your hard stripe,

you're gonna be the best
sergeant this Army ever had.

If he lives to see it.

LT knows what he's doing,
believe that.

Yeah, sure he does.
But do you?

Damn officers.

Excuse me.

I've been sent here
to wet-nurse some officer

by the name of Patterson.

You have any idea
where he might be?

I'm Lieutenant Patterson.

Specialist Taylor reports,
ma'am.

Sorry.

It's not the first time
it's happened.

Temporary office.

I need to move
some things around.

Yes, ma'am.

This...

This needs to go
about 4 feet that way.

They sent you to watch?

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Okay, now, um,
this desk--

[GLASS SMASHES]

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Billie.

You're gonna cut yourself
on that glass, ma'am.

I'm sure the lady
in the picture

wouldn't want that
to happen.

It's my granmama.

She passed away
three weeks ago.

She raised me.

You know, my grandmother
raised me too, from a baby.

You called her
by her first name?

Yeah. All us kids did.

We heard the people
she used to clean for.

You know,
you're not gonna be able

to get this glass
from the PX,

but I know a place in Saigon
I can get it for you.

No, no.
It's not necessary.

No, no problem.

I want to.

GOLDMAN:
Sir, Agent Doyle was

a good klick
to a klick and a half

from any
ground transportation.

He would have had
to have been

extracted out of there
by chopper.

But there weren't
any other choppers

in that AO.

Except for our pickup.

Fifteen hundred meters isn't
much of a walk, lieutenant.

Carrying two crates of rifles,
at about 50 pounds apiece?

He could have
concealed the rifles

and come back for them later
with transportation.

Sir, it's
a free-fire zone.

Lieutenant,
make your point.

Yes, sir.

Agent Doyle knew where to be
and when to be there.

He knew my orders.

Well, we have an open
relationship with the CIA.

They are
a government agency.

But, sir, I don't think
he was working on

a legitimate
CIA operation.

Otherwise, why didn't
they pick him up?

I mean, they have men,
they have choppers--

Lieutenant,

I want you to forget
about those rifles,

Agent Doyle,
yesterday's mission,

and keep out of
the CIA's business.

Understand?

I hear you.

PATTERSON: You run this club,
sergeant.

You keep the books.

When the inspector general's
office says

present your records
for audit,

that's what you do.

Understand?

There's a river
of government goods

running
from Tan Son Nhut

to the black market
in Saigon.

We're gonna dry it up.

I want a senior inventory
for tobacco, liquor,

as well as income
and disbursements.

1400 hours, my office,
with your books.

Yes, ma'am.

JOHNSON:
Here's to you, Smitty.

You deserve it, man.

Yeah, congratulations,
Smitty.

Yo, Smitty!

You're gonna have to get used
to being called

that dirty 5-letter word.

Sarge.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Well, listen,
I've really enjoyed

working with
all you guys.

I'm gonna miss it.

We're gonna miss

having you
around with us too.

Thanks for coming by,
Miss Devlin.

You got it.

Alex, hold on. Listen.

What was that
I just heard?

It sounded like
you were leaving us.

Oh, no, no, no.

What I meant was,
I'm just going to be

doing fewer stories
on Myron's platoon.

I want to write a broader view
of the war, that's all.

So you and Goldman
really are quits?

Well, we're just not
as involved as we were.

Actually,
we're not involved at all.

Well, I guess
that's kind of sad.

Well... onward and upward,
John.

Yeah. Listen, um...

You know, I've always
been interested in you,

but Myron became a friend,
so I kept my distance.

Now, if you two
are really history...

Johnny, come on.
Aren't you ever serious, huh?

I'm serious now.

Have dinner with me
tomorrow night.

All right, I'll be
on the base tomorrow,

and we can talk, okay?

[LAUGHS]
Yeah. Okay.

Bull's-eye.

Man, the bet's 10 bucks.

I'm hip, but that's
military money.

But this cash
is worth five times

what MPCs are worth in town.

What are you doing
with cash, private?

Possession
of U.S. currency

is in direct violation
of Army regulations, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

So I know
the first thing

you're gonna do
in the morning

is take that cash
to the finance office,

which is next door
to my office,

and exchange it for MPCs.

Right, soldier?

Right.

First thing.

Don't make a liar
out of me.

Whoa.

A frill's got no business
being an officer.

The least she could do
is cut a brother some slack.

What do you mean,
cut you some slack?

She didn't call the MPs,
did she?

You know,
your problem is

you don't know a good officer
when you see one.

Taylor!

Seems to me your opinion
of officers took a U-turn.

Yeah, a U-turn

at the sight of
some soft shoulders.

And some
dangerous curves.

What do you guys know?

We know if you try
to get close to an officer,

you're gonna end up
in the stockade.

Nobody's trying
to get "close" to her.

She happens to be

a decent person
with some class.

'Course, you suckers

wouldn't know nothing
about women like that.

This Ven Hoy trucking company
in Saigon...

Have they been contracted
to do Army work?

MAN: Yes, ma'am.
A little one-truck outfit.

Captain Bean hired them.
He's rotated back.

These bills of lading

are supposed to indicate
cargo and destination.

They don't.

"Cargo: miscellaneous.
Destination: local."

That won't do.

The paperwork goes out
over your desk,

doesn't it, Mr. Brady?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Excuse me. Sorry.

I might have

some collateral reports
on this stuff,

requisitions maybe,
receipts.

I'll look.

Don't look, Mr. Brady.

Find.

Uh...

I didn't mean to interrupt,
lieutenant.

[SIGHS]

I'm beginning to think
this wasn't such a swift idea,

what I had in mind.

What is it, specialist?

Well...okay.

I was thinking about you
and your grandmother.

See, when I first
came over here,

I was into
some real troubled times.

I was scared and alone.

Well, my grandmother,
she sent me this tape.

Spirituals.

You know, songs
she really loved.

Some of them she taught me
when I was a kid.

Well, it helped me out
a lot.

It was like she was
right there with me.

And I, uh...

I thought
it might help you.

Thank you.

Very much.

Um...

I hope it helps.

Hey, Smitty,
what's happening?

I brought you something.

Sergeant stripes?

Yeah, they give you
a couple of sets,

and there's no way
I'm going to be here

long enough
to use both of them,

so, uh...
it's my gift to you.

[CHUCKLES]

Wow. Thanks, man.
Thanks a lot.

Come on, it cost me
about 12 cents.

Well, these mean a lot more
than 12 cents to me.

If it hadn't been
for you,

I wouldn't be around
for them to pin them on.

Aw, come on, man.

Look, I know
some of the guys think

that you should have gotten
the stripes instead of me,

and I don't know
if I don't agree with them.

Hey, Smitty.

You deserve it, man.
I mean it.

I mean, you got time on me.

Besides, I'm due up
next allocation.

Marvin,
you're the best there is,

and if I'm half the sergeant
you'd have been,

I'll be proud.

Hey, you're gonna be
a fine sergeant,

as long as you remember

to keep my name off
the KP roster.

[LAUGHS]

This is my orders.

Hand-carrying these puppies
down to the finance office

so that kick in pay
starts next week

instead of a month or five
down the line.

Well, let me know
how it feels.

I will.

By the way, uh,

this hooch could use
another coat of paint.

[CHUCKLES]

Sergeant Johnson.

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Part of your unit's job
is base security.

That's the part
I'm interested in.

A large part of
the equipment and supplies

that's being reported
lost or destroyed

is ending up in
the Saigon black market.

Do you have any idea

how it's being taken
off the base?

Lieutenant Patterson,
our people at the gates

check everybody's papers
very thoroughly.

But, uh, the Vietnamese
who work on the base

will pretty much take anything
they can get their hands on.

Now, you know,
usually it's trash

or scrap and stuff
we don't need,

like a piece of cardboard
to patch a window,

or, you know, a scrap of tin
to keep the rain off their heads

or something like that.

The rule is, if we don't
need it, it's all right.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah.

Lieutenant.

Sarge, could I speak to you
for a minute?

I think it's important.

ANDERSON: Ma'am?
Hmm.

What are you doing,

fast-walking your papers
to payroll?

Oh, it's right
down the hall.

Sarge, are those Russian rifles
supposed to be in the arms room?

As far as I know.
Why do you ask?

Um, I was shortcutting through
the supply dump just now,

and I saw that guy Doyle

and a couple of Vietnamese

loading one of those
rifle crates into a truck.

Were the Vietnamese ARVN?

No, civilians.

The truck said "Ven--"
"Ven Hoy Saigon" on the door.

All right, well,
Smitty.

Lieutenant Goldman
is handling the matter.

Why don't you just forget
about the rifles for now

and get your pay
squared away?

Think how much
you're gonna enjoy

being a sergeant
and a short-timer.

They might even make you
trade in your M-16

for a desk like this.

Won't have to
twist my arm.

Lieutenant.

Well, well.

Looks like we can add rifles
to the scraps and trash

the Vietnamese are
carrying away, sergeant.

Well, lieutenant,
it's like I told my man there.

My LT's
in charge of the matter.

Are you sure
that wasn't a VC ambush?

Are you sure
they were Montagnards?

I'm positive.

Duffy, you're in and out
of that area all the time.

I figured if there was
something unusual going on,

you'd know about it.

I had to ditch a bird up there
this spring,

and the Montagnards
were the only people

that kept me from being
an MIA or worse.

See, that's what
I can't figure out.

Why would they attack us?
They're friendlies.

All the ones
in that area

have a reputation
for loyalty.

Believe it, unless you
mess with their women

or cheat them at trade.

What kind of trade?

A lot of it's drugs,
opium bricks.

It's like any other
type of trade to them.

You can see the sheds
where they store the stuff.

I'd like to see them.

I got a last-light recon
up there in a little bit.

You're welcome
to go along.

Thanks, Duffy.

That's what
I wanted to hear.

You got it, LT.

I'll tell you what.

I think Taylor's
looking for trouble

messing around
with that lieutenant.

Yeah, well,
don't talk him out of it yet.

If she likes him,
he can get us off

some of these lame details,
like guard duty.

Hey, what's the hurry?

Man down.
Next to the wire.

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It's Smitty.

Get a medic!

SOLDIER:
Somebody get a medic!

With all the fighting
and killing

Smitty's been through,

everything he's got
to come back home to,

a wife, a baby,

probably a good job
waiting on him,

just wouldn't be right
if he died now.

Johnson,
it's never right,

no matter what you got,
no matter who you are.

Do you think it was
a sniper, sarge?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I just wonder what
Smitty was doing out there.

Maybe he saw
something.

You know,
the question is

why didn't
somebody see him

when he went
out there?

There's a lot going on
out there

during the day.

Working on the wires,

stringing trip flares,
vehicles coming and going.

It looks bad.

He's lucky
it was only a .22.

What, .22 caliber?
Yeah.

That was no sniper.

Oh, no.

Whoever shot this man

did it
at point-blank range.

Sergeant.

I need to show you something
right away.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Smitty,
you can make it.

You gotta make it, man.

DUFFY: Myron,
get your camera ready.

That's the biggest hooch
I ever saw.

It's not a hooch.
It's for storage.

You think that's where
they store the opium?

Yeah. Either that
or the family station wagon.

Look, this is real close
to where I found Doyle.

Why don't you take me
back around again, all right?

I'll have to charge you extra.

Hey! VC!

VC!

[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE]

Take us lower!

[GUNFIRE]

Oh!

Chief, they got Crockett.
They got Crockett.

Get him off the cyclic.
He's chilling on the cyclic.

[BULLETS ZIPPING]

[GROANS]

GOLDMAN: Duffy!

The chief's hit!

Ugh! I'm-- I'm hit. I'm hit.

GOLDMAN: Duffy!

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I'm losing it.
I'm losing it.

A little beef,
a little vino,

and then it's party...
Saigon.

Okay. Listen, I want to stop
at my place and change first.

Well, you look great
to me.

Whatever you like.

Listen, we can
leave those there.

Oh, Johnny.
You're spoiling me.

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant, we need you
in Operations right now.

It's an emergency.

You want to stay here
while I check this out?

Hell, no.

Took some ground fire.

Gunner and copilot down.

I don't think
I can make it back.

Blue Fox,
this is Golden Eagle. Over.

Lieutenant Duffy.

Duffy's unconscious,
and the copilot's dead.

Look, I'm in his seat.
I'm holding the cyclic.

What the hell do I do?

Johnny--
Johnny, that's Myron.

All right,
hold the cyclic steady, Myron.

This is McKay. Over.

All right. I read you.
I read you.

All right, now,
just keep the cyclic steady

and come down easy
on the collective.

You gotta get
the aircraft level.

All right. Down easy.
Down easy.

Listen to me, Myron.
You can do this.

You've been
in that seat before.

Yeah, but you were flying
the damn thing.

Don't worry about that.
I'm gonna talk you in.

I'm listening.

All right, just keep her
nice, straight and level.

Listen, I need you
to read these gauges for me.

Your airspeed is the big one
in front of you.

Okay, on its right
is the torque meter.

Right below that
is the altitude.

Read those to me.

All right.

Sixty knots.

Forty-five percent torque.

And I think
it's 500 feet altitude.

I think I'm too close
to the treetops.

Don't look at the ground!
Johnny, do something!

Listen, just keep your eyes

on the horizon
and your instruments.

All right,
pull tower a little.

I want you to get
a message to Zeke.

You tell him

that the Montagnards
were after Doyle.

Tell him it had something to do
with narcotics.

Tell him to tell Major Darling,
ASAP. Do you read me?

Find out where he is.

Find out where he is!
Alex, I'll handle this!

Would you get her
out of here?

No, no. I'm okay. I'll go.
You might need him.

I'll go--
I'll go find Anderson

and give him the message.

Okay, let's concentrate
on flying, buddy.

Ma'am.

Yeah, this looks like
the truck

that Smitty saw Doyle
loading the rifles into.

It is the truck.

This company's name
kept cropping up

on a lot of
suspicious circumstances.

I called CID.

They located the truck

in the Vietnamese section
of the air base,

impounded it
and brought it here.

Here are the rifles.

But this is
what interests me.

Good Lord.

Maybe I ought to go into
the trucking business, huh?

I estimate $100,000.

Whose is it?
What's it for?

My audit of our records

involving the Ven Hoy
trucking company

shows a lot of paperwork

that allows easy access
to the base,

but no contract.

No one authorized it.

I just want
to touch it.

DEVLIN: Sergeant?

Sergeant.

Oh, lieutenant.
Excuse me.

Listen, Myron wanted me
to tell you right away.

He thinks the Montagnards
were after Doyle, not the GIs.

He thinks Doyle might be
involved in drug trafficking.

Wait a minute.

If Doyle's
running drugs,

that explains what
this money's all about.

What's this?

We don't know
what it's for.

Well, I know what
the rifles are for.

My contacts told me

that Doyle knows this Air Force
general back in the States

who's a gun collector.

He gets exotic guns,

and then the general

sends an Air Force plane
to pick them up.

All right, these rifles
are Doyle's ticket to ride.

He's got all this currency
he's gotta get into the States.

He uses
the general's plane.

That way, it doesn't have
to go through Customs.

His people
unload the money,

and the general doesn't know
anything about it.

Myron wanted you to take this
to the major right away.

He radioed in
from Duffy's chopper,

flying back to base
right now.

All right,
if that's what he wants.

Yeah.

Miss Devlin,
are you all right?

Yeah.

Sarge.

Excuse me.

What's up?

Smitty died.

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.22 caliber, point blank
to the head.

Just like
the CIA teaches.

Yeah. That's Doyle
all the way.

Doyle was freelancing,
major.

He needed a way of getting
the money through Customs,

and the Russian rifles
were his key.

Army intelligence tells me

they have received
all the rifles.

They didn't get them all.

Smith saw Doyle
loading some of them up

when they're supposed to be
locked in the arms room.

Then Smith was shot point blank
with a .22 caliber pistol.

If that isn't a spook execution,
I don't know what is.

If you're not gonna
haul in Doyle,

I'm going to get him myself.

You know where he is?

I want two men from CID
and eight MPs at the gate now.

Remember...

you're just an observer.

My clothes are soaked,
and I got cottonmouth.

McKAY:
That's what we call
the "zactlies."

That means
that your mouth tastes

exactly like
the bottom of your boot.

That's fascinating, McKay.

Look, I think I can see
the base.

All right, we want to start
cutting your power now.

Now, you watch
the indicator,

you ease down
on the collective

and bring the cyclic
back a hair.

I'm doing it.
All right, I'm doing it.

All right, keep giving me
your airspeed.

Forty...

All right,
there's a big open space

on the other side
of the fence.

I'm gonna need about
as much room as I can get.

Now, you're gonna
come in,

and you're gonna do
a shallow run-on landing.

That means
that you're gonna skid in

instead of a vertical descent,
okay?

What? I'm gonna argue?

All right, now,
you're gonna have to do this

by sight and touch.

What the hell
does that mean?

That means when your airspeed
is close to zero

and you're near touchdown,

you have to watch the ground,

and you ease the collective down
as it feels right.

Where are you?

I just cleared the trees.

What's your airspeed?

It's-- It's 15,
and it's dropping.

Pull power! Pull power!

Okay. Okay. Just-- Just relax.

We're gonna
try this again.

You're gonna have to cut
your airspeed sooner this time.

Start now. You're gonna feel it
try to yaw to the right.

Yeah, yeah, I feel it.

Okay. Real easy.

Just a touch of left pedal.

That'll keep you horizontal.

Where are you?

I'm coming up
on the spot.

Airspeed.

It's 15
and still dropping.

Okay. Down easy
on the collective.

Okay. Okay.

Sight and touch, buddy.
This is it.

[RATTLING]

[SOLDIERS SHOUT
INDISTINCTLY]

MEDIC:
Let's go!

MEDIC 2:
Get the wounded men
off this chopper!

I love the ground.

I love the ground!

MEDIC 3:
Move it! Move it!

All right,

that's his place
right up there.

We'll take it from here,
sergeant.

I better go with you.

I said we'll take it
from here, sergeant.

Let's go.

MAN: Hey, what's going on
over there?

MAN 2: I don't know, man.

Doyle!

Doyle, hold it!

That's him right there.

You! Halt!

Hey, Zeke.

MAN: Up against the wall.

Hold it right there.

SOLDIER:
Sergeant, tell the CID guys

we got their man
down here.

Have to watch him.
He's slippery.

[GUNSHOT]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN:
Hey, hey! Look out!
Watch it!

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

Hey. Hey.
Whoa, Zeke. Zeke.

I can make you a lot of money,
a very rich man.

I'm a simple man, Doyle.

You put down the knife.
I'm taking you.

Zeke...
wait a minute.

You take me in,

ain't nothing
gonna happen, Zeke.

I'm gonna walk.

That's the way it is, Zeke.

Like I told you,

my people...take care of
our own, you know?

All right.

Nice.

[DOG BARKING]

[CRACK]

[PANTING]

Even this feels
too far off the ground.

You were a good stick
out there today, Myron.

You saved Duffy's life.
Be proud.

I'll settle
for being lucky.

Thanks
for being there.

Yeah.

McKAY: Well, uh,
maybe we should

all get
something to eat, huh?

You know, it's too late
to go into town,

but I got a pal
in mess hall

that'll fix us up
something tasty.

No, thanks.

I...think
my stomach's

been through enough
for one day.

Yeah. I think that goes
for all of us, Johnny.

But, listen, would you
drive me back to my car?

I could fire the chopper up
and fly you back.

[LAUGHS]

Well, the way I drive,

you have as good a chance
of hitting a tree either way.

I think I'll take my chances
on the ground.

[LAUGHS]
We'll see you later.

[BREEZY MUSIC PLAYING]

Ain't gonna seem right
rucking-up without Smitty.

Yeah, he made this place
a lot better

than it would've been
without him.

Somebody ought to
write his wife or something.

You know
LT usually does that.

Yeah, well,
maybe I'll do it this time.

I think you should,
Marvin.

Yeah. I think you'd say
what we're all feeling.

PATTERSON: Taylor?

I'm out, guys.

Hi.

Hi.

I, uh, heard
about your friend.

Yeah.

We were friends.

We weren't as close
as me and Johnson are, but...

Damn.

You know, every time
it happens like this,

you wish
you'd taken the time

and got to know
the person better.

I just wonder
if I bought it tomorrow,

how many guys would be like,
"Yeah, too bad,"

and just move on.

Hey.

I really haven't
thanked you adequately

for your kindness
toward me.

I thought maybe...

You know, maybe I could
help you in the same way.

But I don't have
anything to share...

like your songs.

Just being my friend

is the greatest thing
in the world

you can do for me
right now.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah, come on.

Grab a chair.

Well, I guess we both have
a decent reason to have a drink

for a change.

Here. I'll do that.

Learning to fly a chopper's
enough for one day.

This business about Doyle
makes me sick.

Yeah, well,
believe it or not, LT,

he used to be
a good soldier.

You know,
I used to think...

that war was
a pretty orderly process,

us against them.

But this is nuts.

It's one thing fighting an enemy
you can't even see.

It's a whole other thing
when it's one of your own.

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Sometimes I guess I don't know
what this all means.

Sure you do, LT.

It don't mean nothing.

To nothing.

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