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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.