All language subtitles for Tour of Duty - 2x16 - The Volunteer.en

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[GROANS IN VIETNAMESE]

Don't you be
looking at me, boy.

New rifles, LT.

They got extra uniforms
in their packs.

Fresh recruits.

We got beaucoup
sandal prints, LT.

Looks like wheel tracks
from the antiaircraft gun.

LT.

The village
secure?

More than that.
The place is a ghost town.

I mean, it's empty.

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All right,
everyone stay awake.

Johnson, what
are you doing?

Flag's mine.

Brockman, you leave
your brain at boot camp?

That stinking flag's
probably booby-trapped.

SOLDIER:
Negative over here.

Well, it takes
a whole lot of bad guys

to get them to abandon
their village.

Yeah, but those prints
were too deep

to be some skinny
little paddy-daddy.

Heavily armed troops?

That's what I figure.
Me too.

I smell
something big.

Maybe we can get
our prisoner there

to tell command
all about that.

Maybe he can
tell us.

How's your Vietnamese
today, sergeant?

[VIETNAMESE ACCENT]
Number one, GI.

Good.

Brockman, bring that outstanding
citizen over here.

Aah!

Look out!

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SOLDIER: Anybody hurt?

SOLDIER 2: You all right?

SOLDIER 3: Yeah.

GOLDMAN: I believe that
prisoner killed himself

to keep from telling us
about the build up.

Sir, this is happening.
You can feel it.

Feel isn't good
enough, lieutenant.

I need something
concrete.

Well, what about
the deserted villages?

What about
the antiaircraft tracks?

What about
the new VC recruits?

If that doesn't sound
like a build up--

If there were a significant
build up, we'd know.

G-2 has the most sophisticated
equipment in the Army.

Infrared monitors that can see
Charlie in the dark,

hair samplers that can pick up
his urine at 500 meters.

I'm willing
to rely on them.

I'm giving you
an eyewitness report

from an experienced
combat platoon.

They have been out
too long, lieutenant.

Seven days straight.

Take a load off.

That's an order.

Can we get G-2
to evaluate my findings?

I'll think about it.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Yo! Come in.

DJ:
You're listening
to the Armed Forces radio.

Hey, LT, how you doing?

All right.

[PEACEFUL ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

Saving
the good stuff?

Finally got some news.

Guess what
Major Darling said?

[TOGETHER]
Let G-2 handle it.

I knew it.

I guess he'd rather get
his intelligence

from a piece
of equipment

than from the guys
that are in the field.

Yeah, well, has he got
equipment over there

that'll explain to me
why in the hell

my ex-wife has not gotten
her child support allotment

for the last
three months?

Only three
months, huh?

My daughter ain't got money
for school clothes.

Well, sergeant,
I got some money--

Oh, come on, LT.

Sorry.

I mean, I can handle it,
you know?

I'll go over there
in the morning

and bang
some heads together,

as soon as I post
the duty roster.

Actually,
Darling's decided

to give the unit
a couple days off.

So tomorrow
we got no duty.

Damn! You know what?

That's gonna make me
a hero around here.

Yeah, you can take
Taylor into town

and win your allotment
at the poker table.

Mm-mmm.

I mean, normally, that might be
a good suggestion,

but that Lieutenant Patterson

from the Inspector General's
office,

she said that she would like
to see Spec 4 Taylor

first thing in the morning.

Has Taylor got himself
into something?

I don't know, but if he has,

that little woman
is gonna find out.

[SIGHS]

This bureaucracy wastes more
energy investigating itself,

and Charlie gets stronger
and stronger.

I mean, that... That prisoner
that we caught today,

he killed himself
instead of talking to us.

That boy had motivation, LT.

I hate to say this,
but that's the difference.

They believe
in what they're doing.

Meanwhile, we've got a major

that won't listen
to field reports

because he only takes
intelligence from G-2.

But then, who really cares

as long as the paperwork's
in order?

Look, my ex-wife has not gotten
a check for three months now.

She's had my daughter to
the doctor a couple of times,

she's got bills to pay,
she needs money.

And like I said, I need a note
from your first sergeant.

No one comes
to Personnel

without a note
from his first sergeant.

Sergeant Major Tweety's
orders.

I don't need these
till tomorrow, Sweet.

They're done.

Look here, sergeant major, give
me a break, will you, please?

I just got back
from two weeks in the bush.

We all have
our problems.

Mine is handling
Lieutenant Patterson's audit.

And these old boys

are gonna keep Sergeant Hart
here past quitting time.

Yeah, well, Charlie kept me
past quitting time plenty.

Didn't stop me from
taking care of my men.

Stop giving
my boss grief.

Get a note, come back tomorrow.

Sergeant Anderson!

Spec 4 Sweet.

Maybe I can straighten out
your records for you.

On, man,
forget about it.

Hey, you shouldn't have
to put up with all this bull.

You guys do
all the fighting.

Since when do you
rear-echelon types give a hoot?

I didn't volunteer for
Vietnam to be a clerk.

I want to go to the field.

Now, if I fix
your records,

would you let me
into your platoon?

Wait a minute, hold on,
slow down a minute.

You want out of
a desk job?

Oh, you bet!

Sergeant Hart keeps
promising to transfer me,

but I know
he never will.

I'm gonna be a chair-borne
ranger for the rest of my tour

unless someone from
a combat unit speaks up for me.

Now, you listen to me now.

Combat is serious.

So am I.

Yeah, but you got
to be trained.

I've qualified expert
in all the weapons at Fort Dix.

Let me show you.

Now, look here,
my beef is with

the sergeants who make
the rules, all right?

Now, I appreciate
and I believe the fact

that you're on my side.

Sergeant, I want to be
in a combat unit.

Just give me a chance
to show you what I can do.

Rifle range, 1600 hours.

Ohh--

All right,
all right.

All right.

You're welcome.

PATTERSON:
I hear you're friendly
with Lieutenant McKay.

I thought maybe
you could speak to him

before he becomes tied up
in a formal inquiry.

Why would he be involved
in an inquiry?

He's a PX officer.

And PX goods
have become a staple

on the black market in Saigon.

I also hear he has a penthouse
on Todo Street

that would make
Hugh Hefner proud.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Johnny's a scrounger,
but he is not a crook.

Selling government property
to the Vietnamese?

That's not his style.

Anyone who can afford
a penthouse on lieutenant's pay

must know who to grease.

Maybe you could...

ask him to point me
in the right direction.

I can do that.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Come in.

Thank you, Miss Devlin.

Yeah.

Johnny will be tickled to hear
you think he's a major criminal.

Private Taylor.

Miss Devlin.

Specialist Taylor
reporting as ordered, ma'am.

At ease, specialist.

I asked to see you

because I thought you could
help me with my investigation.

I'm not much
of an investigator.

Well, they tell me
you know everything

that goes on around here.

Is that true?

If you're trying to say
I've done something,

I haven't done nothing.

A lot of people are
taking advantage of the Army.

Everybody in the rear
has gotta hustle.

But besides from a few guys
trading greenbacks

on the black market, I...
I can't help you.

Can I count on you to come
and see me if you hear anything?

Can you handle that?

Come see you?

Yeah, I can handle that.

I can get into that.

Look, Lieutenant Patterson,

this may be out of line,

but I gotta say it.

But I'm really attracted to you.

Please--

No, just
hear me out.

See, I never felt this way
about anybody before.

And I know you're an officer,
but I'd like to see you.

I think you better go now,
specialist.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes-- You're right.

Hey.

SOLDIER:
Ready on the firing line.

Now the prone position.

Well, I'd say that's pretty good
shooting for a desk jockey.

Thanks, sir.

Try this here
submachine gun

everybody's making
a big fuss about.

Not bad.

Anybody who shoots like that
deserves a beer.

Come by the club Saturday.
Meet some of the guys.

Solid.

Later.

So, what do you think?

Well, what I think is...

you know how
to handle a rifle.

Yeah, and I also know how to
handle your allotment problem.

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Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Man, I ain't never felt
like this about anybody.

Marcus, I'm telling you,
you're asking for trouble, man.

This is an officer.

MARCUS: I don't care.

All I know is
I can't sleep at night,

I can't think about
anything but her.

So you're telling me
you're in love.

I don't know
what it is.

All I know is
I feel funny inside.

Think it down,
brother.

You been in combat too long,
and it's getting to you.

It's driving me crazy.

What you do?

Let go of me.
I'm a U.S. Army officer.

You get out of here!
Go away!

These goods are from the PX.

My business, I pay. Go away!

I'll go away
as soon as you tell me

who sold you these things?

Was it Sergeant Major Boyd?

No business with Boyd.

You go. Now!

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Drop it. Drop it!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

This property's stolen!

You get out!

Yeah, let's get
outta here.

Lowlife punk!

Thank you, guys,
for helping me.

No big thing.

Oh, I gotta go hook up
with the guys.

Oh, yeah, man,
all right.

I'll be checking
with you.

You know, you gotta be
more careful.

These people down here
play rough.

This war, this whole
country's corrupt.

Maybe. But look
at it this way.

It got us together.

Chance meeting,
specialist.

Well, the only chance I want
is to be with you.

Please,
don't say that.

Why? Why can't I say that
that's the way I feel?

Because we're not even supposed
to be walking around like this.

The UCMJ forbids
fraternization

between enlisted
personnel and officers.

Yeah, well, then, that's
downright discrimination.

What? You want us to get
a court-martial?

They have to
catch us first.

Besides, some things
are worth taking the risk.

Look, I like you,
Marcus, but I'm not--

Then just listen,
just listen.

I'm gonna be
at the Paradise Hotel

tomorrow afternoon.

Meet me there.
Don't get the wrong idea.

We don't have to do
anything but talk.

Room service
could bring up lunch.

That way,
nobody could see us.

I can't.

It could be weeks before we have
another chance like this.

I could be called back
into the field any time.

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Be there.

[PSYCHEDELIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

I don't understand
it, man.

You've been to college,
you got other skills,

you don't have
to get shot at.

Yeah, but I have to
do it for myself.

What for,
to get yourself killed?

What good
will that do you?

That's not what
I'm talking about.

I want to know
how I'll stand up under fire.

Maybe it was listening

to too many of
my dad's war stories,

seeing too many
movies,

but it just seems like
it's something you do.

You know, like rites
of passage to manhood

and all that stuff.

Well, it ain't nothing like
a movie, brother, believe me.

Yeah, the fear don't go away
when the lights come up.

I know that.

But I gotta find out
for myself.

You're an honest man, Sweet.

But you are a fool.

Well,
I don't know, Ru.

I mean, I remember
feeling that way,

wanting the experience.

You were the same way.

Yeah, I was crazy.

All this is crazy, Sweet.

But you got to go through it
to know that.

I hear what you're saying.

And I still hope
they don't let you go.

What you guys doing drinking
with this clerking jerk?

Lighten up, Taylor.
He ain't doing no harm.

Oh, no, he ain't
doing nothing.

See,
me and Hockenberry

have been waiting six months
for an R and R.

And these rear-echelon clowns,
they're going all the time.

Well, I've been here
eight months

and I haven't gone yet.

Maybe that's 'cause your job
is like permanent R and R, huh?

Take a hike, Treadway.

SWEET: No, Ruiz.

Just for the record,

I work from 7 to 7,
seven days a week.

Oh, 7 to 7?

You're breaking my heart.

And there's another report
that I have to file every night

between midnight and 2.

So don't talk to me about work.

Look, I'll talk
to you about

any damn thing
I want to!

And I'll also knock
your in-the-rear-with-the-gear,

no-fighting butt
into the middle of next week!

Knock it off, Treadway.

I'll see you
outside.

Oh, come on with it,
come on with it.

Hey, Sweet, you don't
have to do this, man.

Yeah, I do, man.

Pssh. Can't you see that?

Percell, Percell!

What's going on?

Looks like Sweet bit off
more than he can chew, sarge.

SOLDIER:
All right, Tread,
take his head off, homey!

Hey, you damn
rear-echelon punk,

I'll teach you
to talk back!

[CHEERING, LAUGHTER]
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And you're never gonna
tell me I can't fight!

And, man, if you ever
call me a punk again,

I'm gonna ram your M-16
down your sorry throat!

Hold it, hold it,
just take it easy.

It looks to me like you pretty
much carried the day here.

I can fight, Sergeant.

Hey, hey. Ain't nobody here
arguing with that. Is there?

No!
No way.
No, sarge,

Is there?

[CHUCKLES]

Here's the shampoo
you wanted.

Thanks, Johnny.

Where'd you get it?

Buddy of mine
from Bien Hoa. You know,

[VIETNAMESE ACCENT]
"No sweaty doll, GI."

Yeah.

You know,
that Lieutenant Patterson's

pretty interested
in you.

Did you tell her
you got first dibs?

Well, she thought
you might be into

some heavy criminal
activity, you know?

A lot of rumors about
your big penthouse downtown.

Well, let me tell you, Alex.

I am the most misunderstood guy
in the world.

Oh, yeah, right.

I come to this country
like a babe in the woods.

Make a few deals,
win a few bets,

and everybody thinks
I'm Al Capone.

Uh-huh. Well, how are we gonna
redeem your reputation, huh?

Well, as a matter of fact,
I'm getting a delivery tomorrow.

You could come by
and check the place out.

You know, report on what
a haven of serenity I've built

in the midst
of all this chaos.
[LAUGHS]

Haven of
serenity, huh?

Seeing is believing.

Yeah. All right, you're on.

Okay.

Thanks.

Did you bring
a note this time?

I'm having lunch
with the sergeant major.

It ain't about me.
It's about your man Sweet here.

He wants to join
my platoon.

I happen to think
he's pretty good with a rifle.

No offense, sergeant,
but it don't take Einstein

to be handy with a rifle.

Wait a second.

I'll be happy to take him
in my platoon.

And that's what he wants.

It's what I want that counts.

Sweet, I don't like people
going behind my back.

Well, talking to your face
hasn't gotten me a transfer,

and I think I deserve one.

Son, when are you gonna
see the light?

I need you
at that typewriter.

The only thing I'm going to
be typing is a little story

about you and
Sergeant Major Boyd.

About how and why assignments
get made around here,

and then...I'm gonna hand it
to Lieutenant Patterson

because I think she'll find it
real interesting.

Hey, Sweet,
I'll take care of you.

I get a transfer,

or I will blow the whistle.

Fine!

Fine! Get the hell
outta here!

Let Charlie put
a bullet in your face.

But if you ever...
ever try to mess me up,

you'll regret it.

Yo, Sweet.

You mind telling me
what in the hell

you're talking about
back in there?

The fact that guys like Carter
are turning into con men.

Oh, now, so,
what else is new?

You got something
on him or what?

The man takes bribes.

He gets
Sergeant Major Boyd's people

to sign
whatever Boyd wants.

Now, Sweet, that isn't
all that serious.

It's all mixed up with the PX
and running the clubs.

I know they're
stealing them blind.

Well, that's serious,
all right.

You got a half million
GIs over here

playing slot machines
in the clubs.

You think all that money's
going back to the till?

We're talking about
millions of dollars here.

Sweet, Sweet,
look here,

this isn't any of my business,
you understand,

but if you
know something,

you better be
talking to somebody,

otherwise, you're
guilty by association.

Oh, so I should just
add stool pigeon

to my list of accomplishments
here in Vietnam?

No, thanks. I'm out of there,
and that's all I wanted.

Besides, I can't wait
to get to the boonies.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Um...you want
a drink?

I already started,
but...

I didn't come here
to drink, Marcus.

Kiss me.

Yes, ma'am.

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GOLDMAN:
We're moving out tomorrow.

The 5-0 deuce
ran into a full company

outside Falk Bay.

Think the men
are ready?

Well, hell, LT, they had
two whole days of rest.

What more
do they want?

How's Sweet doing?

Well, the boy is rarin' to go.

But I think I better
keep a pretty close eye on him.

Well, let's hope his enthusiasm
rubs off on the rest of us.

How about you?

Oh, hell, LT,

I've been here
so long that, uh,

the bush feels
like home to me.

Honest to God, I'm more
comfortable out there

than I am here.

I know the feeling.

No complications, no paperwork,
and nobody lying to you.

It's simpler.
It's simpler.

Look, here, do you, uh,
think it's gonna be bad?

There's no way
of telling.

But Charlie's upped
the ante, so...

either he'll find us
or we'll find him.

That's what it's all about.

Is it?

Don't tape it
too tight, Sweet.

You might never
get it off.

I just want
to be ready.

You're as ready
as you're gonna get, Sweet.

What you really need
only comes with experience.

Truth of the matter is,

it's scary as hell
out there all the time.

Don't listen
to him.

He's always uptight
before a mission.

Hell, maybe he
should be too.

'Cause all he's going in there
with is some training.

Yeah, I know that.

You don't know nothing.

Nobody knows what's gonna
happen tomorrow.

Nobody knows how
they're gonna feel.

Except...they are
gonna be scared.

I understand that.

But I still wanna go.

And I realize that
somebody I meet today

might not
come back tomorrow.

Don't ever say that.

[ROMANTIC JAZZ PLAYING]

I never met anybody like
you, Camille, I swear it.

I've always been attracted
to men like you, Marcus.

You're not afraid.

And you go after
what you want.

And I'm gonna find a way
to make this work, believe me.

Let's not think about
that now.

Let's just enjoy
this afternoon.

What the hell
are you doing?

Shut up, boy, or I'll
have you in the stockade

before you can put
your pants on.

What do you want,
sergeant major?

You've been
sticking your nose

into a lot of places
it shouldn't be.

and it's gonna stop.

You don't find out
anything about me,

Major Darling and
the rest of the command

won't have to look
at these photographs.

Next time,
why don't you

pick someone
with a little class?

You lowlife--

[CHUCKLES]

Hadn't been for me, this whole
thing wouldn't have happened.

It happened because
of both of us.

But I kept pushing it.
We both pushed.

But I didn't
have a right to.

I mean,
look at you.

You've been to college,
you made officer,

you got
a career going.

I got no business dragging
somebody down like you.

Don't talk about
yourself like that.

You're a special person.

I wouldn't have been
there if you weren't.

But I am not gonna sit still
for those bastards!

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

I got a job to do.

And If I close my eyes
to the corruption,

I wouldn't be able
to live with myself.

No, no way. Hell, no.

They got those pictures.

They could
ruin you.

What else can I do?

I'll think of something.

Now, I gotta get back
for bed check,

and we're out in the boonies
in the morning.

Promise me
you won't do anything

until we've had
a chance to talk.

You take care
of yourself tomorrow.

I don't care about myself
if I can't be with you.

I can't. Not now.

Yo, Sweet.
How you making it?

Oh, feels great
out here, sarge.

Yeah, well, if Taylor
don't slow down,

we're gonna pass out
from exhaustion.

Yo, Taylor.

Tay--

You're pushing
kind of hard, ain't you?

I'm fine, sarge.
The rest of us ain't.

Now, your mind on what
you're doing or not?

I'm cool, sarge.

Yeah, well,
you slow it down then.

We're way ahead of
where we need to be.

You got me?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

SWEET: Hey, Taylor!

Watch it, man.

SOLDIER:
Hold it! Hold it!

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Good eye,
Sweet.

Thanks, man.

[RUSTLING]

[MOOS]

Oh, man.

[MOOS]

Maybe you ought to shoot
the buffalo, Taylor.

Might be a couple
Cong inside.

What the hell
you doing, Taylor?

Sorry, sarge--
Sorry don't mean squat.

GOLDMAN: Johnson,
you're on point.

Sergeant,
get these men moving.

First of all,
you're walking point

like you're in
a foot race or something.

Then it takes a newbie to spot
a tripwire. That's your job.

Then you go
rushing in.

You don't know what
you are gonna find.

It was stupid.
I admit it.

I-- I got
things on my mind.

Your job ain't
one of them.

[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE]

[MOANING]

There's a man hit!

We need a damn medic!

SOLDIER: Go!

SOLDIER 2: Stay with 'em!

Hold your fire,
hold your fire!

GOLDMAN:
First squad, out.

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Yo, Taylor, you're going
back with the dust-off.

They don't need me.
Neither do I.

Not when your head's
someplace else.

Look, sarge--

I ain't negotiating
this with you now.

You go back,
you get your head straight.

You get on that chopper, now.

SOLDIER:
In the clear.

SOLDIER 2:
Let's go, let's go.

Sweet.

Hey, man, you okay?

All right,
how about it?

You all right?

[DEEP BREATH]

Yeah, man.

I'm all right.

Here we are.

[CHUCKLES]

Not bad.

Not bad at all,
Johnny.

Just a few of
the comforts of home.

Yeah, right.

[PLAYS FUN, ROMANTIC MUSIC]

[LAUGHS]

Where'd you get
all this stuff, huh?

Come on. Where'd
you get it, really?

Like I said, traded
for a little of this,

paid for
a little of that.

Uh-huh.

Nothing illegal,
my dear.

Scout's honor.

You love it here,
don't you?

Why, because I try to
keep myself comfortable?

No, no,
it's not that.

It's just...

I mean, I know
the combat gets to you,

even though you try to act
like you're so tough.

But sometimes
I get the feeling

that you'd, um--

Well, you'd rather be here
than anywhere else.

I don't know, Alex.

I just can't see myself
back in the world.

Really?

Come on, you must have

lots of opportunities
waiting for you.

Like what?

Well, maybe if I'm really lucky,

I can fly a chopper
over a freeway

with some idiot
in the back

giving a traffic report.

Oh, boy, the thought of that
really makes my blood rush.

Johnny, come on.

I mean, there's more to life
than that.

You could stay in the Army
and teach other pilots.

And you, you're definitely
smart and quick enough

to make it in business,

that's for sure.

I don't know. It's kind of like
being an athlete, you know?

Over the hill at 25.

Oh, get out
of here.

What the hell?

I got a lot
of memories, right?

If I ever go
too stir crazy,

I can always
rent a chopper

and fly over
the treetops somewhere.

And I'm always gonna
remember you too, Alex.

That's for sure.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, I doubt
I'll forget you either.

Yep.

Mmm...

And I'm always going
to regret the fact

that you met
Myron Goldman.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
I just--

I can't do it,
you know?

That's cool.

I understand.

Thanks.

Well, what the hell?

Even I'm starting to
feel loyal to the guy.

Why pick this moment
for those feelings?

[LAUGHS]

Well, friends?

Always.

Boyd!

We got business
to discuss.

What's going on?

Nothing that can't be
remedied, specialist.

And you're gonna be
a private in Long Binh Jail.

What happened?
I don't get it.

Rough day?

Nothing special.
What did you do?

I couldn't
sit on it.

I would have hated
myself too much.

You went to the MPs?

Major Darling
and the CID first.

He called the MPs.

I think we got enough
to put these guys away.

What about
the pictures?

They've got those too.

It's better this way,
Marcus, believe me.

What's gonna
happen to you?

I gotta talk to Major Darling
about that now.

Whatever it is,
better than living a lie.

I'll talk to you
in the morning.

[INSECTS BUZZING,
BIRDS CHIRPING]

PERCELL [WHISPERING]:
Yo, Sweet!

How you guys
doing?

Getting
any sleep?

It's just like
a feather bed.

How about
you, Sweet?

Yeah, a little.

[MAN SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

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[WHISPERING]
What's that?

Shh!

[MEN SPEAKING
VIETNAMESE]

[FOOTSTEPS
RECEDING]

[WHISPERING] Must be
at least a platoon.

I better
go tell LT.

Man, I must have been
crazy to want this.

All right,
just take it easy, Sweet.

I'm scared, man!

I'm scared!

We're all scared.

First time
I came out here,

I couldn't wait to kick ass
and take names.

You know
what I did?

I peed in my pants.

I got scared quick
and I stayed that way.

That's the smartest thing
you can do.

Yeah, well,
I'm doing it!

Everybody's gotta
learn the hard way.

I'm just glad I'm here
to tell you about it.

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[MEN SPEAKING
VIETNAMESE]

Sir, I'm
coming back.

Ammo in them tunnels.
Beaucoup.

On the other
side too.

I got the feeling
we're sitting

right on top
of a powder keg.

Roger, Three. We got activity
everywhere. Over.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Too big for you, 2-6.

Proceed to
Halsey-Charlie-Delta. Over.

Roger. Out.

All right, we're going.

Looks like
Colonel Stringer

wants us to live
to fight another day.

Bless his heart.

SOLDIER:
Soldier, if I have to talk
to you again about anything,

it'll cost you a stripe.

Now get out of here!

TAYLOR:
Yes, sir.

What happened?

Company punishment.

Lose a little pay,
couple extra weeks duty.

It's nothing.
What'd they do to you?

They're gonna
transfer me to Da Nang.

Da Nang's way on
the other end of the country.

Maybe the separation
will be good for us.

Separation ain't
good for anybody.

I'm in love with you,
Camille.

What am I going
to do with that?

Marcus...

even if I stayed,

we couldn't be together.

They'd be watching
every move I make.

I can't--

Say it.

I never thought
I'd see the day

when I'd be
at a loss for words.

Especially with a woman.

But I never felt this much
for anybody before.

And I don't know
what to do about it.

We'll figure out something.

ANDERSON: Kemper!
Yo!

Take up right flank security
when we get across the swamp.

[GUNFIRE]

Get out! Get out!
There's no time!

He's gonna get
himself killed!

SOLDIER:
Lay down some cover!

Sweet! Sweet!

ANDERSON: Fall back!

Cover him!

Aah!

Sweet,
I'm coming!

Three, this is 2-6.

We're cut off
from Charlie-Delta,

headed east
to Charlie-Echo.

[GROANING]

Medic! Medic!

You guys go back.
I'll be okay.

We go back together, Sweet.
We go back together!

Easy, Sweet, I know
you're hurting, man,

but you got
a million-dollar wound.

You're going home.
You did good, Sweet, real good.

You stood up,
I know that means a lot to you.

Looks like I'm gonna have
a limp to remind me.

Guys got back to cover
because of you, man.

You put it on the line
for your buddies.

That's the only thing
that matters in this war, Sweet

Request immediate
extraction.

Send Blue Velvet.
It's gonna be hot.

G-2 confirms you're
in the middle

of the 31st NVA regiment.

Get the men, first and Second
squads. We're pulling back.

Roger. Out.

Let's go.

All right, listen up.

Take the wounded first.

We'll give you
20 seconds of cover,

and then we'll follow.

They're moving up.

Johnson, Percell,
flank left.

Sergeant, you'll move
flank right.

Got it.

Let's go.

Johnny!
Johnny, hey!

What's happening?

They're in it,
Alex, deep.

I'm going after them.
It's that bad?

NVA raid,
and there's lots.

Don't worry,
Jim-dandy to the rescue.

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Here they come.

Go! Go!

Move! Move!

Go!
Everybody, go!

Go! Go! Go!
Keep moving, keep moving!

I got him, I got him!

Move!

Go!

You hit?

My leg.

Just relax,
sirs!

We gotta go back!

We're taking hits!
I'm pulling pitch!

We need the radio.

Three, this is
Blue Velvet. Over.

Roger, Blue Velvet.

I'm hit, Three. I've pulled
pitch with men on the ground!

McKAY: Over.

Who's down,
Blue Velvet?

2-6 and 2-5. Over.

They got enough surprises
in those tunnels

to blow up
half of Saigon.

LT?

We gotta
call it in.

GOLDMAN:
Three, this
is Bravo 2-6. Over.

Go, 2-6.

We're at Bravo X-ray,
3-3-0-2-7-niner.

We need some arty.
Danger close. Over.

Say again, 2-6.

You heard me.

Let it rain.
Danger close. Now.

What is "danger close"?

They're calling in
artillery

on their own position.

Red Wing 3,
this is Red Dog 3.

Fire mission. Over.

Maybe this is a major
NVA headquarters, huh?

Well, it's better to go out
with a bang than a whimper.

Think we'll be
remembered for this?

It don't mean nothing.

LT.

Let's get some.

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