All language subtitles for Tour.Of.Duty.S03E02.DVDRip.XViD-uDF

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[♪♪♪]

Okay, gentlemen.
Let's form up.

Officers on the right.
Morning, sir.

Come on.
Let's hustle it up.

Welcome to the 'Nam, gentlemen.

You'll be going over to the
mess hall, get you some chow,

then you get squared
away with your unit.

What are you gawkin' at,
newbie?

You never seen
a dead man before?

Little action
on the wire last night.

Nothing to worry about.

You men will be getting used
to the smells of Vietnam.

Most of you will learn
to love latrine duty,

like that man over there.

It means you won't be in
the field, getting shot at.

Now, grab your gear,

and move it out.

MAN:
Go!

Well, LT, that's three
sapper attacks in four days.

And four bicycle bombs
in a week.

You think something's up?

I wouldn't doubt it.
How's the leg?

It's better.

They want me to stay off it
for about a week.

So, stay off it for a week.

The war can get along
without you for a few days.

Well, it may have to get along
without me for good.

I've been doing
some thinking.

I think I'm going to
take a job in intelligence
for the rest of my tour.

That's a good decision.

You've done your time out here.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

ALEX:
Hi.

Should I come back?

Uh, no, no. Come on in,
Miss Devlin.

We're about finished here.

I'll talk to you later.

Bad timing?

Story of our relationship.

He looked sort
of shell-shocked.

What's the matter with him?

I just told him
I was taking the job at S-2.

Good. Good.

I, for one, am glad
you're out of the field.

Uh, what is that?
What?

What is--
This?

Give me that. Give it.

This? This is
a little something

to help
the recovery process.

I like presents.

Yeah?

Oh, wow.

You like it?

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

God, I missed you.

Mmm. I missed you.

You know, um...
Hmm?

There was something I wanted
to talk to you about earlier.

If you tell me
you're in love with McKay,

I'm going to use this
on both of you.

No, no, but I'm leaving
the field too.

They're sending me to Paris
to cover the peace talks.

Well, that's great.

You know, I always wanted
to share a bottle of wine

with you
in some seedy Paris bistro.

How soon do you go?

Um...

Day after tomorrow.

And how long
have you known this?

Little while.

Look, I just-- I wanted
to make sure that...

your recovery was okay.

Mmm.

We've got tonight.

We've got
tomorrow night.

Oh, boy-- two whole days.

Lieutenant Goldman,
time for change and bath.

Could you give me
about 10 minutes?

We're talking.

No, Lieutenant.

In case you hadn't heard,
this isn't the boonies.

Around here, we have
schedules to maintain.

Down.
Uh, this is important.

And maybe I should stop
the war while I'm at it.

Excuse me!
Uh, excuse me.

Where did you learn
your bedside manner--

at jackhammer school?

Listen, I'll talk to
you later tonight.

No, wait a minute. Just--

Over.

Over!

Boy.

Oh. Up early or out late?

Better save that humor

for your "Dear Abby" column
when the war's over.

How's he doing?

Well, he's in
the able hands

of Nurse Pritchard
as we speak.

Pritchard?

Wait up.
I'll walk you back.

So, have you told Goldman
yet about your leaving?

Just now.

I take it he didn't
do back flips.

No.

You know,
I don't get it.

I mean, you bug the guy
for months

to check out
of the boonies,

and then, when he
finally does,

you pull
something like this.

I am not
pulling anything.

It's my job.
Come on, Johnny.

You make it sound like he's
getting out of the field

just because of me.

Well, I wouldn't say
you're the whole reason,

but I bet you're
a big part of it.

So what?
What are you saying?

I should talk him
into going back in

so he can get shot at
or maybe captured again?

No, I'm just saying that,
since he checked out,

maybe you should stick around
a little while.

Well, I wish life
was that simple and neat.

Yeah, well, I'll see you.

Johnny!

Gonna miss you.

Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Think about what I said.

First thing I'm going to do
when I get back to the world

is stay up past curfew
and eat real pizza.

You got pizza
down at Papa San's.

Yeah, if you like crust
that tastes like rubber.

Well, now, if it's good enough
for Charlie Cong sandals,

Got to be good enough
for Papa San's crust.

Really? Those little slices of
dog meat make it real tasty.

[RADIO PLAYS LOUDLY]

Hey, newbie.

Tone that down
a bit, will you?

[TURNS MUSIC DOWN]

Don't tell me you guys
don't like Hendrix.

Yeah.
We just don't want to go deaf.

Maybe if you had
some Merle Haggard

or some Johnny Cash.

Or some Motown!

Hoo-hoo, great.

Set down amongst
the Philistines.

Hey, man, I ain't no Philistino.
I'm a Puerto Rican.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

Is that the new dress code
back in the world these days?

Heh. I get the idea

the dress is the one thing
he left at home.

Never be able
to get that necklace, though.

Look at that.
Everyone wearing those,
or are you just a sissy-boy?

How long have you guys
been here, anyway?

I mean, don't you have any idea

what's going on
back in the States?

Yeah.

All those college kids

are giving aid and comfort
to the enemy.

Yeah, well, actually,

some of those guys are trying
to bring you all back home.

Now, is that why
them hippie, commie faggots

are burning our flag?

Well, you know,
if they're on the streets,

they won't be in the rice
paddies, killing babies.

Percell, come on! Cool it, man!

Cool it! It ain't worth it!
Come on, man! Come on!

That's all right, Danny.
This newbie's mine.

Come on, man.
I don't want this, all right?

Yeah? Well, you're
going to get it.

RUIZ:
Taylor, come on! Break it up!

Don't get into it.

Just let them
do it, all right?

Come on.
Just let them do it.

Stay out of it, Percell.

MAN:
Get him!

MAN 2:
You got him! You got him!

[TAYLOR YELLS]

Hey! Hey!
Knock it off!

Now, what in the hell
is going on here?

I'm talking to you,
Taylor.

This newbie's got a bad case
of flap-jaw, sarge!

Just a little difference
of opinion.

Well, all right, then.

Why don't you all save

a little of this energy
for the NVA, huh?

Come on. Everybody get
on back in there, now.

Taylor, please.

Hold it, soldier.

What is your name?

Hockenbury,
Francis Thurmond.

Hockenbury.

Well, look, I'm not saying
this was your fault.

I'm not blaming you or anything,
but you are new here,

and I just want to tell you

I'm not going
to let anybody new

come in here
and upset my men.

Oh, gee, sarge,
I'm--I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I was
supposed to be nursemaid

and chaplain
to all the guys.

I guess I didn't read
my MOS job description

quite closely enough.

You got yourself a big mouth,
you know that?

No kidding.
I was born with it.

Well, you could die
with it too. You know that?

Now, why don't you
just get on in there

and do something useful,
like clean your weapon?

I don't carry a weapon.
Say what?

Say...since my MOS
job description

says I don't have to.

Trust me. I did read
the fine print on that one.

What is your MOS?

91-alpha.
I'm your new medic.

Lord, Lord.

So this job of yours--
It's like a promotion?

Yeah, a big promotion.

Well, I guess I won't have
to worry about you

getting into fire fights
in France.

Mmm.

Say, where are you going?

It's a surprise.
No, wait a minute. Wait.

Close your eyes.

Close. Okay?

Mm-hmm.

Now, you'd better
appreciate this.

It cost me two dinners
at the Caravelle bar.

Okay.

Open.

[♪♪♪]

What the hell did you do?

Well, you said one
of your fantasies

was wining and dining me
in a Parisian bistro.

Voilà.

I don't believe
you did this.

Of course, um...

One of my fantasies
has always been

to make love...
in a garret

with a view of the Eiffel tower.

You wouldn't take advantage
of a cripple, now, would you?

I'm afraid so.

Character fault.
It runs in the family.

Mmm.

Well, we're going to have
to do something about that.

Yes.

What is a garret, anyway?

[GIGGLES]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Staff Sergeant Anderson,
reporting as ordered, sir.

Tell me, sergeant,

How long have you been
in this man's army?

Sir?

Quite a few years, sir.

Long enough to know how to
report properly then, correct?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Then let's try to get it right
from here on out, shall we,

Sergeant First Class Anderson?

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Now, I wish we had time
for a proper ceremony,

but we've got a mission
coming up.

We're going to need
this time to prepare.

Now, I realize
it won't be easy taking over

for an officer
as well respected as Goldman,

so I'll be relying on you
to help make

that transition as
smooth as possible.

We have some good soldiers, sir,

and some very capable NCOs

will help you through
your first weeks.

Look, Sergeant,

I know you're probably
thinking of me

as another six-month wonder,

but let me assure you,

I took OCS very seriously.

I'm ready to lead.

Yes, sir.

Now, get the troops
squared away,

and I'll be down
to talk to them later.

They're already squared away,
sir,

but I will relay
the information.

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

[SPEAKS VIETNAMESE]

Miss Devlin.

What do you have?

Very big tip...

And expensive.

Okay.

Well, maybe you should tell me
what this tip is,

and I can decide
how much it should cost.

I can take you to tunnels
outside Saigon.

It is where Tet offensive
was planned.

You will meet
one of the men responsible.

Why me?

You honest.

You will report truth.

Oh, listen, Muoi,
I mean, I don't subscribe

to the 5:00 follies
on our own side.

I am not about to become some
propaganda mouthpiece

for the NVA or the VC.

You report truth.

You'll be my guide?

Really dangerous.

Real expensive.

Very expensive.

Listen, I'd like to bring--

No.

Only you.

I contact you.

What's that on your
helmet there, soldier?

Don't tell me it stands

for "fun, travel,
and adventure."

Oh, no.

It's my initials, F.T.H.

It's Francis Thurmond
Hockenbury.

Well, see, the "h"
looks like an "a"

because, uh, well,
it's a round helmet,

and it's a little difficult
to get the, uh,

the letters all...
you know, straight.

You know, that mustache
looks a little long to me.

Really? I just trimmed it.

Regulations stipulate
that no mustache must drop

below the corners
of a soldier's lip.

Well, see, I think
that's a little hard, sir,

because I never really know

exactly where the corner
of my lip is,

because I think that depends
on whether I'm--

like, I'm frowning
or I'm smiling,

because smiling's up--

Don't be goofin' with me,
soldier.

No, I--I wouldn't be goofi''
with you, sir.

Now, the next time I see you,

I want that mustache
and that hair trimmed.

Now, get on your feet

and render
a proper salute.

And take those damn
love beads off!

This is Vietnam,
not Haight-Ashbury.

Yes, sir.
I will, sir.

Now, damn it!
I want them off.

Excuse me, sir.
Is there a problem here?

Yes, there is.

I want these love beads
off this soldier--

What beads? These beads?

The mustache and the hair,

by the book, tomorrow.

You just destroyed
my personal pro--

No, what I did

was I saved you
from an Article 15.

Give me a break!
You think I give a damn

about some black mark
on my record?

What are they going to do--
send me to 'Nam?

I've seen your record.
Some people already figure you
for a black mark.

Ah, here we go.

What's that--
the conscientious objector bit?

So I'm against the war.
Big deal.

If you feel
so strongly about it,
why didn't you go to jail?

And spend two years
as some hard-timer's old lady?

Nah.

There's always Canada.

Moose meat gives me hives.

Hey, I'm asking you
a straight question here.

Just give me a straight answer.

Canada and jail would be
negative experiences.

I hate to be the one
to tell you this,

But Charlie can be a real
negative experience,

and he will try to kill you.

I'll take that chance.

Look, I'm just here...

to help patch people up,

and I don't carry a weapon,

and I don't shoot anybody.

Ever.

Hockenbury.

Do your medic training
at, uh, Fort Sam Houston?

Yep.

Did you ever, uh...

Ahem. Did you ever run into
a Major Seymour there?

You mean Jennifer Seymour
in the shrink training program?

Yeah. Why?

You think I need one?

No more than the rest of us.

Bet you didn't think
I'd survive.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

You like it?

I thought I'd give it
a test run around the base

before I took it
downtown tonight.

Hmm. Um...

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Mm-hmm?

I can't make it tonight.

Alex, it's our last night.

Well, no, not exactly.

I'm not taking the flight
in the morning.

You're staying?

No...

Just, uh,
something's come up.

What do you mean,
"something's come up"?

A story?

You'll stay in town a couple
extra days for a story,

but you won't stick around
for me, is that it?

No,
it's not like that.

Well, what is it like, Alex?
You tell me.

My editor decides
when I go to Paris.

He doesn't feel
that my love life

is important enough
to postpone the flight.

This story is.

And what story is that?

I can't tell you.

Is it dangerous?

Maybe.

What do you mean, "maybe"?
Is it dangerous?

Oh! I--

Probably, maybe.
I don't know.

It could be
a walk in the park.

It could be
very dangerous.

I'm not going to know
until I get there.

I don't believe this.

Why are you doing this?

You're finally
out of the field.

I'm finally out of the field.

We have got
a life waiting.

Could we discuss this
somewhere else, please?

Why bother?

Why not just let
the whole world know

that you're flushing our future
down the drain?

Myron,
this is what I do.

I'm a reporter.
I find stories.

I can't change that.

You could try.

[♪♪♪]

Now what?

We wait.

How long?

I retract the question.

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

What was that?

Put hand behind.
Don't touch me!

Don't make trouble!

I don't want them thinking

they can put their hands
all over me

whenever they want to!

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

What? What was that?

He say shut up!

[LEADER SPEAKS VIETNAMESE]

[MEN SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

Please excuse
the blindfolds.

It was a security measure.

I don't think you really
need to worry.

We've been up and down
so many passageways,

I don't think I could find it
without a blindfold.

I have never regretted
being cautious.

You are Miss Alex Devlin?

Mm-hmm.

I'm General Lum Thuk.

The man who helped orchestrate
the Tet offensive,

if I'm to believe Muoi here.

Pardon my modesty,
but Muoi speaks truthfully.

No.

This is quite a setup
you have here.

The accommodations suffer,

even by Vietnamese standards,

but it is adequate
for our purposes.

We have gasoline-powered
generators,

a hospital,

an underground well,

kitchens, armament rooms--

Punji stakes,
scorpions,

booby traps.

I've talked to a few
tunnel rats.

Security is a necessity.

We can't expect to compete
against American firepowers.

We must use other resources
to win the war.

You really believe
you can win the war?

The general offensive
and uprising

was a resounding success.

The Liberation Armed Forces
rose up in 64 cities.

The People's Army...

was responsible
for killing or wounding

more than 200,000 U.S.
and satellite troops.

Wait a minute.

Don't you think you're
exaggerating a little?

My understanding is that
the ranks of the Vietcong

were decimated at Tet.

There was no
general uprising,

and the few objectives
that you did capture

are now back
in government hands.

Please... Miss Devlin.

General Thuk...

is a brave and decorated leader
of the People's Army.

I appreciate that...

but I'd also appreciate

if the general
saved his party line

for his superiors.

What I'm more interested in
is finding out

how the People's Army
fights and survives

in these tunnels.

Miss Devlin...

is right.

Come.

Let me show you my home.

You want any more
of this, LT?

LT?

What?

The men are going
to be all right, LT.

I mean, they've had
replacements before,

you know.

As I recall,

You didn't exactly
arrive over here

seasoned and
combat-ready yourself.

No, I guess not.

Guess we all got to be a cherry
at some point or another.

So, uh, what about
this new medic?

Is he going to be
a problem?

Well, now,
that's hard to tell.

A year ago,
I would have tried

to transfer him
out of here,

but anymore--hell, his
replacement's liable

to end up being worse.

Well, the war's changing,
sergeant.

There it is.

Maybe it's not such a bad time
to move on.

That could be.

The men are going to miss you.

Well, I am going to turn in.

Yeah,
you got a big day tomorrow.

Hell, I hope not.

Zeke.

Yeah?

Good luck.

Thank you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Now, I hope you all
ain't planning on staying here
too late.

This kid's up at 0700.

Percell.

Why don't you save some of that
for the other guys?

I'm just trying to
take the edge off, sarge.

Hell, your corner's
so smooth now,

you're going to roll
off that edge.

PERCELL:
Well, now, that's not

such a bad idea,
is it, Taylor?

It sure beats going out
with some C.O. medic

and cherry butter bar.

Now, wait a minute.
What's the matter with you guys?

You've been out
with replacements before.

Hell, you were
replacements once.

No, it's different
this time, sarge.

Lieutenant Goldman
was family.

Yeah. No matter how old
this new dude gets,

he'll still be stepdad.

RUIZ:
I ain't worried
about that new lieutenant

as much as I am
the conscie medic.

Yeah, tell it, bro.

The first time
he turn-tails and runs,

he's going to buy
the farm, Jack,

and it ain't gonna be
no AK-47, either.

Taylor! Now, I don't want
to hear that kind of talk.

Taylor's right,
sarge.

Newbies are scary enough.
You know it and I know it.

At least we deserve one
who'd watch our backs.

[PERCELL SIGHS]

But I'm still not so sure

that your tunneling expertise
will win the war for you.

It's not our expertise,

but our resolve
that will win--

to live underground
like this for days,

sometimes months
at a time.

Could you imagine any
of your American soldiers

making such sacrifices?

Sure,
if it was their country.

But it is not their country.

It is ours.

May I show you something?

My family, in the north.

My daughter--

I have not seen her
for almost a year.

My wife was killed

in a bombing raid
several months ago.

I'm sorry.

You really think
it's worth the sacrifice?

We have no choice.

This is our land.

We have no place else to go.

Another glorious day
in Vietnam!

[CHUCKLES]

Nice of you
to show up, doc!

Yeah! You kind of
surprised some of us!

Wouldn't miss it!

Always liked horror films
and roller coasters.

Good!

You might be starring
in a horror flick--

your own!

Let's do it!
Let's mount it up!

Doc!
How are you feeling?

Never better.

Okay, listen. Everybody
is scared-- everybody.

It's the same
the first time or the 50th.

It never gets any different.

You save that macho garbage
for when we hit the LZ,

because if it hits us,

we're gonna need you
out there.

I'll be there.

Go!

[HELICOPTER LIFTING OFF]

MCKAY: Hey, Goldman!
Not now, McKay.

No, I don't want to talk.
Where's Alex, man?

What happened to her
going-away party?

I don't know.
She's your girl, isn't she?

Yeah, well,
I'm not her keeper.

Now, I've got a platoon
full of replacements

being led into Indian country
by a green lieutenant--

Hold on, hold on.

That's Miller's platoon now.
You got to let that go.

All right.
She missed her flight.

She's on some hot story.

What kind of story?
Where?

I don't know.
She couldn't tell me.

Well,
is it dangerous?

Maybe.
She couldn't tell me.

And you let her go?

What do you expect me
to do, McKay,

smack her over the head
with my cane

and drag her back to my hooch
like a caveman?

I don't know, you know?
Maybe if you cared.

I do care about her.
What would you do?

I don't know.

Here. It's on me.

For when she gets back.

You know, you two
deserve each other.

You're both crazy.

ALEX:
You still think
you can beat American firepower,

even now, after Tet?

Wars are not always won
on the battlefield.

In time,
your public sentiment

will demand your troops
be brought back home.

[DISTANT EXPLOSIONS]

What was that?

No cause for alarm.
Merely another B-52 strike.

[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

[EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE]

[DISTANT EXPLOSION]

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

Arc light.

Somebody's in a world
of hurt.

B-52 strike. Come on.

MUOI:
Miss Devlin, you okay?

[COUGHS]

[MEN SHOUTING IN VIETNAMESE]

[EXPLOSIONS CONTINUING]

All right.
They made the river.

Well, then,
this map's screwed up.

We should still be two klicks
to the south.

No, sir.

We started
right there, see?

Right.

So let's take a look.

So what do you think?

I think it's a good spot
for an ambush.

Look, we don't have time
to find another crossing.

Hook-up with Delta's
at 1600.

Better late than dead,
lieutenant.

Look, sergeant, this is
what we're going to do.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[MEN SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

It is better you go now.

I admire your determination,
General Thuk.

I don't know
where all this...

or the war will end,

but I sure hope
the suffering on both sides

doesn't go on too much longer.

Your courage is
admirable, as well.

[DISTANT SHOUTING IN VIETNAMESE]

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

I can't believe
we survived.

VC survive every day.

I don't know how people
live like that.

This is our land.

We live and die
with the land.

[SIGHS]

How will the driver know
when to find us?

He'll know.

Percell, Taylor.

Watch your butts.

Oh!

ANDERSON:
Miller! Get down!

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Move! Move!

[MOANING]

Get some bloopers
on that machine gun!

MAN:
Three o'clock!

Red Leg 3-1,
this is Blackjack 2-6. Over.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
This is Red Leg 3-1. Go, 6.

I need a fire mission ASAP

at Yankee Foxtrot
one-niner-6-2-0-5.

I request one HE ground burst
for marking. Over!

Roger, 2-6. Suggest Willie
Pete air burst. Over.

I'm losing people here, damn it!

I say again,
I need one high explosive burst!

Over!

Ground out.

[WHISTLING SOUND]

Start round! Get out!

Incoming!

Aaah!

[♪♪♪]

[GROANING]

Doc!

Doc! Get down!

[GROANING]

Covering fire!

Red Leg 3-1, this is 2-5!

Fire correction requested
at 200 mikes!

November Echo! One round!
Willie Peter! Over!

You're not going to die!

Let him go, man!
He's dead!

[DISTANT MOANING]

Get down! We don't need
a dead medic out here!

The poor man's
still in the river!

Wait for artillery, then!

He's going to drown!
Doc!

MAN:
Cover him! Cover him!

Marker round, on target!
Fire for effect!

ANDERSON:
Damn it!

This boy's going to
get me killed.

Cover me!

[GUNFIRE]

Doc! Get out of there!
Get out of there!

[WHISTLING SOUND]

Hey. You're all right.

MAN:
Get down! Get down!

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on! Move out!

Move it out!

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Keep him up!

Come on. Let's go.
Hurry it up.

Go, go, go.

Come on. Let's get
outta here.

Come on.
Get on up there.

They're all right,
Hockenbury.

They're gonna be
all right.

They're in good hands.
Are you all right?

No!

I saw corpses at Fort Sam,

but it was nothing
like this, man! I mean...

the guy's alive one minute,
dead the next!

It's a waste!

Look here!

There are a couple of guys
on that chopper

who aren't corpses
because of you.

The way I figure it,
you done good.

Hey, soldier.

I didn't exactly want you
to see me like this, but--

Mmm.

I couldn't wait
to see you.

I'll take you
any way I can get you.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Those your guys?

Not anymore.

Listen, um...

I'm going to go get cleaned up
and file my story.

Why don't we pick this up

at the Banzai later
tonight, huh?

Okay.
Okay. 7:00?

Try and keep me away.

MAN:
Come on, men! Let's go!

GOLDMAN:
I heard it was rough out there.

Yeah. We lost Eckersley
and Lieutenant Miller.

I know.
What happened?

He miscalled
an artillery barrage.

Map-reading
wasn't his strong suit.

I'm sorry
I wasn't there.

What about the medic?

Not bad. He's got nerve.

He put his butt
on the line,

And you can't ask
for more than that.

So he held up.

Up till now. He's out
behind the chopper

losing his lunch.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

On us, Doc.

You did good out there.

So, Hockenbury,

you drinking alone
these days or what?

Thought we could have
a talk.

Sarge,

what do we have
to talk about?

Um...

the immorality
of the war,

man's inhumanity to man?

No. Hell, no.

That's much too deep
and complicated for me.

I leave that stuff
for you college boys.

No.
Uh, I was wondering...

You remember before,

when I asked you
about Major Seymour?

Well,
how's she doing?

I mean,
how does she look?

[BICYCLE BELL RINGS]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]

Mommy, mommy.

Hey, hey, hey.
How you doing, huh?

MAN:
She's all right.

MAN 2:
Hey, guys. Hello.

Hello. Whoo, yes!

Thank you, guys, but...

Lucky man!

GOLDMAN:
Alex!

[♪♪♪]

No!

Alex?

[WHISPERS]
Oh, God.

MAN:
We've got a soldier down.

He's alive.

[♪♪♪]

Get his shirt open.

What's the matter?
Is he breathing?

Yeah, yeah.

Let's get him
out of here.

LT?

Listen, uh...

I know there's nothing
anybody can say to you...

right now.

It's just that the men
wanted me to tell you...

how sorry we all are.

[♪♪♪]

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