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What's with
the radio?

It's got
to be the battery.

There's nothing.

Keep trying. I'm going
in there for a closer look.

Better wait for
Johnson to get back,

so we know what kind
of strength we're up against.

Whatever kind
of strength they are,

I want to get a picture
of that guy.

It looks
like two platoons.

All right,
get ready to didi.

Be ready to go.

My necklace fell off.

Now's not
the time, Ru.

It's good luck, man.

All right, LT,
the radio's gone.

Johnson saw
two platoons.

I say let's didi
before they smell us.

Uggh!

Get him out of here!
Get him out of here!

Fall back!

Do we take
the radio with us?

Oh!

Let's go! Let's go!

Move it!
Move it! Move it!

Come on, move!

Stay with me!
Come on, let's go!

Get him back
to the LZ!

I got
the rear.

Is he hit?

- Let's go, people!
- On the double.

Hey, Bish!

Hey, clear
your weapon.

Every time you get
back to the base

you clear
your weapon.

- Here you go.
- Off we go.

Well, don't work
too hard, soldier.

Don't plan to, sir.

Hurt my back last week.

Should be in med profile
if you want to check it.

Easy now.
Easy now. Come on.

Help me out. Easy now.
Easy, easy, easy.

All right, son,
you done good.

You done good today.
Gonna be all right.

I want you to check the medical
records on that charter.

I want to know
whether or not

he's got a profile
on a bad back.

All right. Tomorrow
morning soon enough?

That's good. I've got to run
this film up to S-2.

Whether or not
that guy's one of ours,

they're still gonna want
to run both through recon,

for morale's sake.

Sounds good.

Okay, lighten up
on the guys tomorrow, okay?

They need a rest.

I'm going to be typing up

my after-action reports
if you need me.

What is your name?
Melvin.

All right, people,
listen up, now. Listen up.

Tomorrow's duty roster's going
to be posted outside my hooch.

Ruiz, you're on Sergeant Major
Toliver's work detail tomorrow.

Just my luck, huh?

All right, I realize
we've all been out in the bush,

and everybody's got personal
business to take care of,

so I tried to leave time
for that tomorrow.

I know Taylor here's dying
to buy some eye shadow.

Think I'll have time
to call home?

Tomorrow's my little
sister's birthday.

This chopper pilot will take us
to the beach tomorrow

if you want
to cool out man.

No, man, I got this
little Red Cross chick

I've been denying myself to.
I can't keep doing that to her.

She probably sitting
around waiting on me

to show her
a good time, you know.

Hey, in fact...
I ain't loaning you no money.

Evening, chaplain.

Evening, Father.

Good evening, Ezekiel.

Boys.

I know the good sergeant
isn't much for talking,

but should one of you
want to talk

about anything that happened
during the mission,

that's what I'm here for.

Well, we're all wearing about
two days of jungle, chaplain.

I'm afraid that
a hot shower's gonna win out

over a conversation
at this point.

In the morning,
I'm giving the new arrivals

a character-guidance session.

But I'm free after that
if anybody changes his mind.

Okay.

Well, congratulations, boys.

Thank you, Father.

Sleep tight.
Good night, Father.

Bishop, when the chaplain
congratulates you,

you should
thank him.

Oh, I didn't think
he was talking to me.

Why not?

Well, now that
you mention it,

I guess I did do okay
for my first time out.

I didn't hold anybody up.

I covered the flank
pretty well.

I even helped
carry back the radio.

Bishop, the chaplain
wasn't congratulating you

for what you did
in the field.

He wasn't?
No.

He was congratulating you
for coming back alive.

Uh-huh.

Man, you crazy.

Good morning,
soldier.

Hi. Morning.

I must have
fell asleep.

Yeah. I wish
I could find

a typist who'd work
this hard for me.

What are you doing here?

Mm, requisitioning
a flak jacket.

Won't protect you
from me.

You through
with my desk, sir?

Uh, go ahead.
It's all yours.

It's silly, anyway.

I'm just doing a story
on a ville near Vung Tau,

but the crew chief said,
you know, just in case.

There's nothing
happening in Vung Tao.

Well, it's about our
taking supplies down there.

You know,
to civilians.

My boss wants me
to do a piece

on the duality
of the soldier.

The warrior's human side.

You got anybody
in particular in mind?

McKay. He's flying me
down there.

McKay? You gotta
be kidding.

It's late.
I got to run.

Okay, I'll talk
to you later.

No, wait.
Wait a minute.

- File that, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait.

Unless you started
writing fiction,

McKay's hardly the model
for that stuff

you're trying to write.

Oh, well,
he sounds good to me.

He delivers supplies
in his spare time,

and he is one of our best
chopper jocks.

Make that
the best.

McKay, why don't you
get a freight bird

for that load
you're selling.

Oh, look, guys,

I got to interview a rep from
the Civilian Assistance Program.

I'll see you
at 1000.

So you're passing yourself off
as big-hearted, huh?

Well, I let you call me
by my first name, don't I?

You're a hotdog.
She's a legit reporter.

Why don't you let her write
about somebody that deserves it.

Well, let's see,
hotdog, humanitarian?

Same part
of the alphabet.

Oh, you come through
under fire,

but then you fly
your chopper back

to the helipad
where the heat's off.

Grunts gotta stay
out there in the field.

They haven't got
any clean linens

or mosquito nets to tuck
themselves in at night.

Can I help it if all the smart
soldiers are in the choppers?

Oh, uh, latest party tunes
from the States.

I'll let you know
if she likes them.

My LT,
all he wants to know,

is the guy fibbing
about his back or not?

Look, your LT can't see anyone's
charts without authorization

from the doc in charge
of medical records.

All right, well,
who is that?

That happens to be
Dr. Seymour.

Look out,
he's got a scalpel!

Damn it, you're
gonna poison me!

Private Nixon, no one
is going to poison you.

You got
that right!

Because I'm going to
take you with me first.

Soldier, ten-hut!

Help me! Help me!
Help me!

Please! Please try
not to hurt him.

Take it easy!

That's enough!

Please, take it easy.

Damn, lady, seeing as
how he feels about you,

you ought to be worried about

whether or not
he's gonna get loose again.

I'm Dr. Seymour.

I run
the psychiatric ward.

That was very brave of you
to try to save my patient.

What was that guy doing
running around here

with that scalpel, anyway?

Amphetamine psychosis.

He's from
Delta Company.

They were stranded
in the bush for a week,

so they started taking uppers
just to stay alert.

He took one too many.

Yeah, well, that's
been known to happen.

Listen here.

I understand that you're in
charge of medical records.

My LT needs to find out
whether or not

this gunner from Air Cav really
has a profile for a bad back.

Now, what do you say?

What do you say?

Sorry.

Not unless you get a writ from
the Judge Advocate General.

You don't forfeit
your right to confidentiality

just because
you wear a uniform.

But I can probably
find out for you.

Yeah? I'd appreciate it.

I appreciate it.
I'll tell the LT.

Tell me something first.

Most combat sergeants

would have let the guards
shoot Private Nixon.

Why didn't you?

I like to think
my job's

to keep people
from getting killed.

That's a very interesting
attitude for a soldier.

I'd like to hear more.

Now, listen here,

I go by my instincts, and
that's kept me breathing so far.

And no disrespect
intended to you,

but I'm not into
being analyzed.

You understand?

I meant over dinner.

You're a doctor.

I'm a civilian
contract psychiatrist

who can never
know enough

about how
combat soldiers think.

There's no rule against us
having something to eat

while you fill me in,
is there?

No. No.

Continuing in our
non-denominational review

of the environs,

our next friend is,
of course, pediculosis pubis,

or as they say
on the cocktail circuit,

crotch crabs.

Displaying an impressive
preference for moist...

Told you last week
not to come around here

hustling these new boys.

Oh, Miss Hudson,
you got me wrong.

I came around here
to hustle you.

Oh, really?
Yeah.

Well, in that case,
you're out of luck.

Because I don't waste
my time with enlisted men.

And why should you,

when it's so rare
to find one

that can give you the things
that you really need?

Like French champagne
and Chanel No. 5.

You got Chanel
on a Spec-4 salary?

I will by
the end of the day.

Hey, good things just
happen to come to me.

Well, this good thing
will be at the officers' club,

because I don't
date grunts.

Mm. You will.

I hope they got one of her
where I'm going.

This... Plee Cue?

It's Pleiku,

and it's too hot there
for chasing women.

Unless, of course,

you got your
air-conditioning tickets.

Air conditioning?

Yeah, that's
a little service

we second-tour men
provide.

See, I'm a second-tour man.

Here's the situation.

Five dollars a week,
two weeks in advance,

and up to three
air conditioners per hooch.

See, you just let me
know what base

and what company
you're in.

You know, that way
we don't double up.

I don't know.
Hey, look, I'm telling you.

Ain't nothing turns 'em on
like a little climate control.

Yeah?
Yes.

This looks
like a movie ticket.

Well, see,
that's the point.

See, nobody will know
what it's all about

except you, me and the
coordinator over at Pleiku.

Well, how do I find
this coordinator?

He'll find you.

Just like I did.

Did I hear
somebody say

you could get
air conditioning?

Shh.

What are you gonna do?
Tell the world about it?

I'll meet you
out in the hall.

I'll meet you
out in the hall.

Hold on to
that ticket.

Bishop, look,
I'm gonna need you later.

This is important.

There's 20 bucks in it for you,
so don't get lost.

...surprise attacks.

One final thought
for you creatures of passion.

To paraphrase
Alexander Fleming,

even the common fly
can carry disease.

So when in doubt,
keep yours closed.

This what they call
sanitary in Puerto Rico?

I don't know.
I'm from New York.

Hell, this
is probably cleaner

than an operating table
in New York.

Now, I see smudges,
I see spots.

I see disrespect
for the caliber of man

who straddles
this device.

Don't you think your fellow
soldiers deserve a good target?

Yes, Sergeant
Major Toliver.

Then why don't you
demonstrate that

by polishing
all these devices again

before moving on
to your next latrine?

Look at it
like this, Ruiz.

It beats getting shot at
on perimeter, don't it?

Not by much, Sarge.

All right,
when you finish here,

since you're doing
such a good job and all,

stop by my hooch,

check out that six-pack
in my cooler. Help yourself.

What are you feeling
so good about?

What are you
talking about?

Father Underman,
that one's not clean yet!

I mean, can't a sergeant
just give a man...

What happened?

- Take cover!
- Incoming!

Ruiz, get the medic!

Ruiz, I said move it!

Ruiz, move now!

Go!

All right, Ru,
I'll tell you what.

I can take it from here.

Why don't you go
kick back for a few?

I'm okay, Sarge.

Hey, nobody's saying
you ain't.

It's just we both saw
the same thing out there,

and there's no sense
in Major Darling here

having to listen
to it twice.

If I need you,
I'll call you.

Now get out of here.

I just went by
the hospital.

They said
Underman's real iffy.

Just want to know

why the deputy commander's
getting involved in this.

Well, we're about
to find out.

Sir, the fragments found after
the explosion

are from the M59,

which were only issued
to a few units,

because most of the troops
haven't used up the M26s yet.

I have someone
at Supply

checking exactly which units
were given the new ordnance.

By M59, you mean
an M59-type grenade?

Sir, the M59
is a grenade.

They replace
the old M26.

I want each infantry
platoon leader

to take a couple
of men into Saigon

and question every zip

that worked within 50 yards
of that latrine

or had access
to the supply depot.

Sergeant Crown
will arrange

for a national
field police escort.

You may wonder
why a staff officer

is taking charge
of this incident.

It's simple.

In the wake
of this Tet business,

the brass thinks it's vital
for the Charlie to see

that we are a hands-on Army
from top to bottom,

and damn it, that's
what he's gonna see.

Sir, it's just been
my combat experience

that the sappers aren't very
likely to blow up a latrine.

It just strikes me
as possible

that it's a GI who's
gotten out of hand.

I don't want to hear
another word from anybody

casting suspicion
on the men of this base.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Or did you miss the fact

that we've had a serious
decline in morale since Tet?

No, sir,
I didn't.

But if we ignore
the possibility,

and we're wrong,

we've got more than
a morale problem here.

What I'm saying is

I will not have this base
subjected to paranoid thinking.

You have a reason
to be paranoid, sergeant?

No, sir.

Didn't I recently
issue a pass

for you to meet
your wife in Saigon?

Did she say something

that makes you suspicious
of the people around you?

Because if she did,
keep it to yourself.

Now go find me
that sapper.

Well, LT, I think I'll go
round up some people from town.

No, I'll handle it.

You've fielded your share
of fire for one day.

Look, uh...

what Darling said
was unfair.

But he's not wrong
to be concerned

about GIs
freaking out.

Well, hey, he's not wrong
about something else too.

I mean, what happened
between me and my wife,

it is on my mind.

Hey, if you think
that's affected

the way you've done
your job,

I haven't noticed.

All my life I've had
my instincts to go by,

and my instincts were wrong
when it came to my wife.

And they could
be wrong here.

Sergeant, getting shot down
in your personal life

has got nothing to do
with being a good soldier.

You're the best one
I ever knew,

and I count on that
every day in the bush.

Of course, I really
don't have any other choice.

You mind if we talk
about something else?

Please?
All right, fine.

Did you check
the medical records

on that door gunner
I told you to look at?

Hey, the doctor wouldn't
let me near the records.

She's very committed
to protecting

the privacy
of her patients.

What do you mean she?

You couldn't finagle
medical records

out of a female doctor?

Sergeant, you are
losing your touch.

Hey, LT!

Do me a personal
favor, will you?

When you're in Saigon,
watch your tail.

I hear you.

Hey, take it easy, guys.
This is Army business, huh?

Ugh!

Ain't exactly the day
at the beach I was anticipating.

Why not?

Spread a towel down in that
puddle right there, Johnson,

soak up some sunshine.

Hey, come on, Ru, let's play
follow the LT, now.

I'm fine...

What's he
talking about?

I don't know.

Ru, what are you
talking about?

Nothing.

I was having
this problem before.

As long as I don't get out
of the jeep, I'm fine.

Ru, now's not the time to be
going and getting superstitious.

Hey, Ru, come on, man.
He's got it covered.

Let's go.

I said I'm not getting
out of the jeep!

We'd better let
LT handle this.

I know where
I'm safe.

And I'm just gonna stay
right here, all right?

Okay, buddy, hey,
whatever you say.

You hang tight.

No VC!

Sweep office good!

No VC!

Yeah, yeah.
You sweep office good.

Uh, a GI saw him rummaging
through the trash

at the supply dump
yesterday.

Ask him
what he was doing.

I show!

Hey! Hey, put
the pistols away!

LT, I think you ought
to come out to the jeep.

Ruiz is starting
to lose it.

Make cane for boy.

You take back!

No, you keep.

Alberto,
what's the problem?

I can't do it, LT.

Come on, 6 inches,
and you're on the ground.

I'm afraid if I get
out of this jeep,

I'm not gonna make it
back to base, man.

Just put your foot
on the ground and step out.

All right, Johnson!

You ride back to the base
with him and stay with him.

Percell, you
ride with me.

It's okay.
No big thing, man.

Yo!

I want to show
you something.

He's a chopper jock.

We trained together
at Fort Walters.

His name's Chip Grady.

He's been MIA
for two months.

Well, at least we know
he's still alive.

Yeah, I just got off
the MARS with his family.

Talk about
some happy people.

They want to know
who took the picture.

Lieutenant Goldman
took it.

Goldman?

The photo tech said
he couldn't have been

more than 30 feet
from the cage.

I keep telling you,
lieutenant,

the boy ain't shy.

Hell!

Now I owe him one.

Where can I find him?

Oh, he won't be
back for a while.

He's, uh, investigating
that fragging in Saigon.

Oh, isn't that
a damn shame?

I mean, of all people,
Father Underman...

Oh, I think everybody
felt that way.

Yeah, well, I sure hope
he pulls through.

You ever talk to the guy?
He's pretty funny.

That's what I heard.

Oh, that's right. You're one
of those quiet mothers...

What's with
the heavy ordnance?

That there is classified
information... sir.

Well, you tell
Lieutenant Goldman

that I'm looking for him.

Oh, and, uh,
bring her back alive.

What I meant was,

I'd like to talk to you
about your friend tomorrow.

Oh, because all I heard

was that you wanted
to talk to somebody

who knows Private Nixon,
and I'm your guy. Gibbs.

Because Nixon and me, we went
through hell together.

So I understand.

And I would like to hear
all about it... tomorrow.

I mean, seven days in the bush,
no supplies,

no reinforcements.

It kind of
makes you wonder

which side these rear-end guys
are on, you know?

I just wanted
to thank you

for taking care
of my pal.

We've been through
a lot together,

and it means
a lot to me.

There's no need
to thank me.

It's my job.

You're a star.

A hungry star.

See, she thinks
she's something,

but I got
another one.

- He said he'd be back...
- He said he'd be back after...

Okay, how come I have
to knock on the door?

Look, Bishop, because
you're the new guy.

I walk the point
when we're out in the field.

You walk the point
when we're on home base.

It's all a part of
looking out for each other.

Just so I don't
get into trouble.

These officers
don't look like

they'd appreciate me
disturbing their party.

Bishop, come here.

You're not
disturbing a party,

you're making
a delivery.

Okay, now, let's run
through it one more time.

I say I've got
a delivery for Jan Hudson.

When she comes to the door,
I tell her,

"Miss Hudson, I've got
a delivery from Mr. Coffee."

She says,
"Who's Mr. Coffee?"

And I say, "He's hot,
and he's black",

and he won't
let you sleep."

Good! And then
you bring her out.

I'm gonna be hiding
behind the latrine.

I don't see why
you can't do this.

Because chicks dig
surprises, bucket-head,

but that's a whole
different lesson.

Now go ahead, all right?
I'm gonna be right over there.

Move and I'll blow
your brains all over the base!

What's going on?

Face down,
on the ground. Now!

We'll be talking
to the deputy commander

about what you're doing

sneaking around
the latrine.

Freeze, boy!

What's going on?

Do what he tells you!

Slowly.

Put those things down.

- Get back.
- What's going on?

She wouldn't
come to the door...

Shut your mouth!

Hey, what's going on?

Is that the guy
that fragged Father Underman?

Hey, check it out!

I knew it was a GI.

That's it, keep moving.

My dad's got that
rare broad-mindedness

that can solve
any emotional problem

with a kick
in the butt.

So it was kind
of a blow

that his debutante was going
to be a career woman,

let alone
a psychiatrist.

What's your dad do?

He's a surgeon.

To him, psychiatry
is overpriced handholding.

So just to make sure
that wasn't the case,

instead of going
home to Swampscott,

I came here.

I figured, if I really
wanted to see

the full spectrum
of human behavior,

Nam's the place.

Excuse me, ma'am,

but that's gotta be
about the damnedest reason

for coming to Vietnam
I ever heard in my life.

How'd you
end up here?

Oh, I don't know.

I was never very
enthusiastic as a student,

and, uh...

enlisting seemed like
a pretty good idea to me,

and I made
a pretty fair soldier.

I met some good people,

and I've made
a decent living

for me and my wife.

You're married?

No, my marriage
is definitely over.

Hmm.

I'm sorry, it's just...

somebody said something
today that made me

think about all that, you know?

No problem.

And I'm not very good
at talking about myself.

I'm not as good
as you are.

You don't
have to be.

Privacy
is precious,

especially
between people

who are learning
to trust each other.

So, what would your dad say
if he knew

you were taking a grunt
out to dinner?

Make that a divorced grunt
from Idaho.

I never really
thought about it. Uh...

I guess I never thought
I'd meet one that intriguing.

Why? There's still time.

Sergeant Anderson.

Yeah, I'm Anderson.

Guy in your squad's
been arrested.

Arrested for what?

I'll tell you
on the way.

God, I'm sorry.

It's okay.
No.

I mean,
I'm sorry for me.

I was enjoying this.

I mean it.

I'd like to see you again,
if I could.

You could.

Sergeant.

My publisher wants
this article ASAP,

so if you wouldn't mind,
take my extra keys

and drop off
those photos later.

Ahem.
I'll see what I can do.

She's a writer. She writes for
this magazine in my home town.

At least.

I'm sorry.

I just got back from town

after they'd
already gone for you,

otherwise, I would have
told them not to bother you.

That's all right.
Thanks anyway.

Well, maybe
it's just as well.

Taylor's gonna need all
the help we can give him.

God, I've gotta get
some new fatigues!

What is that smell?

A sign of appreciation
from the people of Saigon.

They poured it
out a window on me.

Listen, it was
well worth it,

based on all
that great information

I got interrogating
the locals.

I hope you weren't
expecting anything.

No, I wasn't
expecting anything,

but while Darling's got me
out there playing Yankee pig,

Taylor gets grabbed
by some jumpy MP.

Now he's in all kinds
of trouble with the major.

Wait a minute.

The major doesn't think
Taylor had anything

to do with the fragging,
does he?

I don't know what he's
gonna charge him with,

but he's pretty
damned steamed,

because now there's
lots of talk

that the chaplain
was fragged by a GI,

which is the last thing
he wanted to hear.

All right, so what are we
gonna do for Taylor?

I don't know. We'll, uh...

We'll go through
the regular drill.

We'll fill out
a report with, uh...

his record,
his character...

and prepare ourselves

to convince Darling
to let it slide.

Oh, and, uh,
I got this too.

What's that?

It's an inventory list

of all the companies that
were issued the new grenade.

Mentioned in the report

they were only issued
to Delta and Echo Companies.

Where'd you get this?
Sergeant Crown gave it to me.

He's in there right now

with the major,
going over the arrest.

All right,
you start writing it up,

and then I'll come back
and finish it.

I gotta get
some new fatigues.

You must think you're
something special,

chasing after some
officer's girl.

Just a long shot.

You know, you don't shoot,
you don't score, right?

That's a hell
of a wad

for a no-count,
pissant Spec-4.

You wouldn't
happen to have

any air-conditioning tickets
in there, would you?

Any what?

We heard some black GI

was selling air-conditioning
tickets to the newbies.

Sounds wild to me.

Where'd you
get all that cash?

Gambling.

Shooting craps.

With who?
Give me a name.

It was a bunch of us.

He's mean
with those dice.

You know why
I don't like you?

Because you're
one of those twerps

that just skips
through life,

counting on
being lucky.

No, sir.

I never counted
on being this lucky.

Ru, you sure you don't
want some fruit?

I brought it
just for you.

Hey, look, why don't you check
out Supergirl this month, man?

She's looking
good now.

I know Taylor
didn't do it.

But if whoever fragged
Father Underman is a GI,

we're all
sitting ducks.

Look, Ru, stop talking
like that, man.

You're just freaking
yourself out now.

I was standing
right next to him, man.

Look, you got to
forget it, Ru.

It was
a freak thing.

Hey, come on, man. You got
your lucky necklace on, man.

Everything's okay.
We just cooling out.

Yeah, ease up.

Hey, why don't you play
some of them salsa tapes

you showed me
how to dance to?

I'll show you some
of my fancy footwork.

Look at this. Ha-ha.

What's that?

I don't know.

Watch him!

Put this on!

Come on,
put this on!

Okay! Okay!

Okay, okay.

Look out, they're
shooting at each other!

I'll blow you away!

Back off, you crazy bitch!

- Listen up!
- Come on!

I want you to put
your weapons down!

Lieutenant!

I saw him creeping around
behind the latrine!

The hell I was!

I was just about
to drop my drawers

when he comes up
behind me locked and loaded!

Just clear
your weapons!

We'll figure this out
in a minute.

Something's
moving in the shadows!

Over there!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Aw, this is crazy.

Yeah.

Clear your weapons

and return to quarters now!

Probably safer out here.

Secure those weapons.

LT.
Yeah.

I left Ruiz in
the hooch with Johnson.

He's all messed up. I think
he's got to go to Psych.

All right, you and Johnson
take him down there.

Yes, sir.
Before all the beds fill up.

All right, LT, let me
run something by you here.

Delta Company had the M59.

One of their guys
is in Psych

because he OD'd
on speed.

Now, if he scored that speed
from somebody else in Delta,

I want to find out who
that somebody else was.

No. Darling gave
a direct order.

We're not to talk to anyone
about a GI suspect.

We don't have
to talk to anybody.

All we gotta do is read what
he said to his psychiatrist.

LT, I got her keys.

I'm not gonna ask
where you got those.

Same doctor that wouldn't let
you look at the medical profile

on that door gunner, huh?

That's right.

Let me have them.

I'll take the heat
on this one.

Lieutenant.
Yeah.

Major Darling wants
to see you... yesterday.

You do whatever
you think's right.

Private Nixon
may also be suffering

from an underlying
combat fatigue disorder.

I feel a discussion
with Sergeant Anderson

could be of real benefit
to this patient.

His combat experience could be
invaluable in diagnosis,

and his extraordinary regard
for patient welfare

leaves me certain
he can be trusted

to protect the confidentiality
of the patient.

Will discuss
with Dr. Shively

the procedure for extending
privileged information.

Jennifer Seymour
dictating, thank you.

Two four-star generals
and umpteen colonels

look to me to run things
smoothly around here.

But because your
jackass spec-4 Taylor

wants to go sniffing
after some broad,

I now have
to deal with

a battalion full
of jumpy trigger fingers!

Sir, any soldier who has seen
guys freak out in combat

was thinking about
a GI fragging

the minute
the latrine blew up.

I expressed myself

on the merits
of combat experience

this morning.

Sir, I realize that Taylor's
chasing after that girl

was not the brightest thing
in the world to do,

but he is
a first-rate soldier.

He had nothing to do
with the fragging.

There is no reason to lay those
subsequent events on his head.

Not unless someone
lays them on my head.

In which case, I promise you,
it will flow downhill.

Now, I will find a way
to make an example of him,

and when your CO
returns from recon,

I suggest you alert him
to that possibility.

Yes, sir,
I'll do that.

I'll also let him know that
if you allow Taylor's arrest

to stand as is,

the JAG will receive
a letter from me

saying you've grabbed
an innocent man to save face.

Son, you must really think
you've got a pair.

No, sir.

I'm just trying to give
my men what they deserve.

Major. Father Underman
died in surgery.

There's a chaplain
down in Long Binh

who was a student
of Underman's.

He's willing to come up
till we replace him

so the men have
someone to talk to.

He was a good man.

Um...

Get my jeep. I ought
to talk to the surgeons.

Taylor and Bishop
will be released.

About those black capsules,

Private Nixon, how often
did you take them?

Every time my eyes closed,
my man Gibbs was there.

He'd give me one,

pop a couple himself
for luck.

It saved us.

No way Charlie was
sneaking up on us.

I'm Dr. Seymour.

I hear you're having
a rough night.

You're lucky.

That's one of
our specialties here.

What were you
doing in my office?

LT.

All right, there's a spec-4
in Delta named Gibbs.

He was the guy handing out
speed in the field.

It's my hunch
he's our man.

I'll get some MPs.

No. I've seen
these guys before.

They talk better if you
deal with them one on one.

You get everybody
else out of the hooch,

I'll take care
of the rest.

LT.

Not now.

All right,
let's go.

Bill Gibbs.

I wanted to talk
to you about Private Nixon.

Good people.

Yeah, he's good people,
all right,

but he's got a problem.

He took too many uppers,

too many black beauties,
you know.

So I hear.

Yeah, well, Gibbs,
what I wanted to know was

who else you might
have given them to.

Me? Never had any.

Oh, come on,
Gibbs, come on.

Nixon even told me
you had them.

I need a cigarette.
You already got one.

Oh, yeah.

Give it up!
Give it up!

Oh!

Dumb son of a bitch!

Zeke!

Well, Gibbs is
definitely the one.

They found 12 grenades stuffed
in a satchel under his bed.

To be honest, sir,

I didn't expect to solve it
so fast myself,

even though we knew
it was a GI from the outset,

but I do appreciate
the compliment, colonel.

Can you believe that?

Well, you knew.
That was enough for me.

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna go
check on Ruiz.

I feel like
I let you guys down.

Forget it.

Look, we wouldn't be here
to have this conversation

if you hadn't saved
our butts so many times.

Yeah.

I never seen
you guys scared.

Now, come on, Ru.
I was scared today.

Scared that latrine
might have got you.

Make sure Gibbs gets his
Thorazine around the clock,

and he's not to be moved
from isolation

unless I give the order.

Yes, ma'am.

Hi there, Ruiz.

I don't think you've been
through anything

that this whole base
hasn't been through today,

so all I'm gonna give you
is a sleeping pill.

That all I need?

Yeah. I'll leave it
by your bedside.

Excuse me.
Ma'am?

Would it be okay
if we slept

on them benches
in the hall?

I think he'd feel a lot
better if we were nearby.

There's extra blankets
in the closet.

Thank you.

Sergeant.

When you have a minute, I'd
like to see you in my office.

I believe you know
where that is.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

LT, can I talk
to you for a second?

Yeah, what is it?

I just want
to say, uh...

I appreciate
what you did,

taking up for me
with the major and all.

All I did was
tell him the truth.

Yeah, well, sir, uh,

truth is, I was getting
over on the newbies,

selling them
air-conditioning tickets.

I, uh...

I wrote down the names
and the amounts here.

Most of these guys
transferred out, but...

maybe you can find a way
to get it back to them.

I'll look into it.

Hey, uh, sir.
Yeah.

Uh, I would also appreciate it
if you would, like,

tell the CO that Bishop
had nothing to do with this,

that it was all on me.

And, um...
I'm really ashamed,

especially after
what you did for me.

All I did was
tell Major Darling

what I thought of you
as a soldier,

and this doesn't
change that.

I also remember a Taylor

who wouldn't have thought
twice about keeping this.

I'm trying to forget
about him, sir.

All right.

Consider it forgotten.

You betrayed me.

Coming in here
without my permission,

invading
my confidential files.

I wanted
your permission.

I wanted to talk
to you about it.

I was under
orders not to.

There are standing orders

to protect the privacy
of these patients.

I thought you understood
that better than anyone.

This base was on the verge
of tearing itself apart.

I had soldiers
to protect.

What about
the soldiers in here?

Just because they're recovering

doesn't mean
that they don't count.

And the last thing
they need to hear

is that the system
which promised

to rehabilitate them
is a lie.

I went on my gut instincts,
and I was right.

Now, I can live with that,
for what it's worth.

They may not
always be right.

Neither will
the next person's.

That is why we have
to rely on a system.

But the guy had 12 hand
grenades underneath his bed!

Officers come to me with 12
howitzers under their command!

Should I tell them
to swallow their problems

and go with their gut,

when it's their gut
that brought them in here

in the first place?

People need
a place to look to

that they can trust,

so that the limitations
we all suffer from

don't overwhelm us.

By breaking
in here tonight,

you violated that trust.

So where does
that leave us?

I don't know,

but I want
my keys back...

...while I think
about it.

Hey, excuse me.

Can you tell me which way
the officers' quarters are?

Yeah, it's, uh,

just past the officers'
club over there.

I'm Father Meyer,
from Long Binh.

I, uh, suppose you've been
through a lot today.

Well, everybody has.

That's what
I'm here for.

If you want to talk about
anything that happened,

my shop's always open.

Well, I tell you what,
I'll pass the word.

On second thought,

I got to go
that way anyway.

How about I just
carry your bag

and we can talk
while we walk?

It's a nice night
for a walk.

What's your name?

Anderson.

Zeke.
Glad to meet you, Zeke.