All language subtitles for The.Visitors.1972.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

Hey, Martha?
Hey, Martha,
what time is it?

9:30.

Jesus, why didn't
you wake me?

Because it's Saturday.

Harry? Want
some breakfast?

What is it?
Pancakes.

Later. I'm working.

Oh, Hal.

That little bastard
been bugging you again?

Don't call him
bastard.

Pardon me, Hal.
I think I'll go down
and get the paper.

Why don't you wait
till after breakfast?

I want to look
at the ads.

I don't want to
spend another day
driving around

looking at places
we can't afford.

I can go by myself.

It'd be silly
to leave here.

Do you think the
roads are clear?

They'll be all right.

Sorry I got mad at you.

Harry!

Watch it, watch it,
honey. What's this?

Mmm. That smells good.

Haven't had anything
to eat all night.

Careful, honey, don't throw
anything away. Just put them
on the desk there.

Harry, you look terrible.

Your eyes are all red.

Ah, you take good
care of your daddy,
don't you, baby?

You just remember
to eat those.

Come on, Mac,
it ain't that cold!

Why, you're
hungry, huh?

Look, what I got.

Look what I got
here, boy, huh?

There you go, huh?
There you go, Mac.

Hi. Is this where
Bill Schmidt lives?

Yes.
We're friends of
his from the army.

Well, hey, is he around?
Bill. We'd like to say
hello to him.

Yeah, he went to get
a newspaper. He'll be
back in a second.

Why don't
you come in?
It's cold.

Yes. Thanks.

Hey, Sarge.

I'm Antonio Rodriguez.

The blonde guy,
that's Mike Nickerson.
Sergeant Nickerson.

Maybe you've heard
Bill talk about us.

No, he never talks
to me about the army.

You're his wife, huh?

Hey, Sarge, I'll
introduce you.
This is...

Oh, I'm sorry. Martha.

Hello.

Why don't you come
in and sit down?

Sit down.

Bill won't be long.

Sit down.

That's a boy. Have
got friends visiting
you. Yes, you do.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Sergeant.
Hi, Tony.

Hi.

Looks like you
struck it rich.

How many acres you got?

170.

Wow, that's
a lot, huh?

Well, it's Martha's
father's. We're just
staying here,

like care takers.
Free rent.

Her old man
pretty well off?

Well, he's a writer.
Maybe you've heard
of him. Harry Wayne.

He writes
mostly westerns.

Oh, yeah, I've read
his books. I bet
I've read a dozen.

Josephson had
a whole stack.

We hardly
ever see him.
More coffee?

He works at night
most of the time.
He sleeps all day.

We couldn't afford
this place on what
I'm making.

Harry Wayne?
I thought he
lived out west.

No.

What kind of
job you got?

Oh, it's in a plant
near here that makes
helicopters.

Yeah, I know
that's funny.

And they're the
same choppers we
used in Vietnam.

And I swore
I'd never go near
the army again,

have anything
to do with it.

But that's where the
work was, so that's
what I'm doing.

Can't stop.

What's his name?

Hal.

Hal.

Real cute little baby.

Tired?

We've been
driving all night.

Uh, you want a bed?

No.

I tell you if I could just
lay down on that sofa
over there for a while.

I'll get you a blanket.

Hey! Okay if I look around
a little? I didn't know
anybody had so much space.

Sure.

I'll go with you.

Hike, it feels good, huh?

Is that your place, too?
Yeah.

Wow, terrific!
It's her old man's.

Is that a lake
out there?

It's a pond.

Pond, huh? Wow!

Whose dog is that?

That's the neighbors.

You got chickens, huh?

My uncle used to keep
fighting roosters
in Puerto Rico.

The little ones,
bantams.

This one's too heavy
to be a fighter.

But he is lover.

Shut up, Mac!
Shut up!

Does he bite?

Harry Wayne
wouldn't have a dog
that didn't bite.

But he won't bother us.
Come on, Mac, go home!

Who the hell is
that with him?

Just a friend from
the army. There's
another one up here.

Come on!
You can walk on it.

This ice is
a foot thick.

I thought you drained
the water and put a cover
on them in the winter?

No, no, you leave
the water in this one.

Then in the spring,
it has to be drained,
painted, filled up again.

Sounds like
a lot of work.

No, there's a company,
does it all.

Everything's taken
care of, huh?

Yeah.

Too bad we couldn't
visit you last summer.

We could have all
sat around here
sunbathing.

But we were busy,
you know?

They threw the confessions
out. Just like you read
about in the papers.

Failed to inform the
defendant of his rights.

They could have done
that two years ago.

What about Reilly?

He's still in.
He didn't confess, see?

Boy is he pissed off!

I mean, I'm glad to
see you, but I want...

What?

I don't think you're
so damn glad to see us.

What did you
come here for?

I don't know. I'm
not even sure whose
idea it was.

The Sarge and I
were both at
Leavenworth.

They gave us all
our back pay.

Can you believe that,
for two whole years?

We decided, what the
hell, why wait for
transportation.

We both wanted to
come back east,

so we got the car.

Jesus, what a bum!

We broke down in some
dump outside Philadelphia
last night

and we had to wait while
a guy in an all night garage
put a new head gasket in.

And I don't know,
we started drinking
and talking about you.

How did you know
where I lived?

Sarge had your address.

From his lawyer, in case
you had to testify in
the appeal.

I told it all
the first time.

Yeah.

I know.

Anyway, here we are.

But why?

I just wanted
to tell you.

What?

That I forgive you.

Anyway, no
hard feelings.

No.

Talking about it last
night, we figured you
must be worried,

thinking about what
we might do, right?

So I wanted you
to know that as far
as I'm concerned,

bygones are bygones.

As far as
you're concerned?

Yeah.

Quiet.

He gets a little
fussy sometimes.

It's all right,
I can't sleep anyway.

Never mind,
I'll fold that.

What?

Nothing.

Do you want
a newspaper
to read?

No.

So you got a coke?

Sure.

Where are
the guys?

I think they're still
walking around.

Thank you.

Do you think...

Do you think
I could use your...

Oh, yeah, sure, it's
upstairs, turn to your
left. You'll see it.

Thank you.

There. Come on.

There you go.

Oh, you scared me.

You were in
Vietnam with
Bill?

Yes, ma'am.

What's it like?

Do you ever
watch television?

Sometimes.

Well, it's just like
it is on television.

Did you like it?

Like it?

Nobody likes it.

I meant the countryside.
Is it really so green?

That's the first thing
I always notice.

I don't know. I guess
it is. After a while,
you just don't notice.

Didn't Bill ever
tell you about it?

Never talks to me
about Vietnam.

He was involved with
some kind of trial
there, court martial.

Yeah.

Do you and your friend
want to stay for dinner?

This is really too big
for us, I'll just put
in more potatoes.

Maybe we can.

There they are now.
My father's with them.

Why don't you go
down and meet him?
He'll like you.

He was a sergeant too
in the second World War.

We never took any
prisoners on Guadalcanal.

Hell, there wasn't time.

We were outnumbered for
months. That's something
you guys don't know about.

You even didn't dare
go into the bushes
to take a leak.

One of them will be
waiting for you.

And we didn't have
the weapons you guys got.

Hands, rifles, bayonets,

any way you got
one of them was
all right.

How's your beer
holding up there,
Bill?

Fine.

Maybe we need
a little more wood, huh?

Even later, when
we had ice cream
and movies,

they used to come and
sit in the back and
watch, the bastards!

Had to admire them though.
I don't think these Cong,

North Vietnamese, whatever
the hell they are, have the
guts the Japs did.

Whatever the hell
they are, they keep
on fighting.

Over there you
don't know who your
friend is or who isn't.

There are no sides
but your own.

So in the end,
it's easier to
shoot everybody.

Bill doesn't believe
in fighting.

Kid, you should have
gotten yourself a job
in a hospital,

patching up guys who
had the guts to get
themselves shot at.

I got shot at.
By an old man,
civilian.

He was scared
to death.

You shoot back?

Sure, over his head.

You might
have hurt him.

What's that?

God damn it,
look at him!

Jesus Christ!

Goddamn.

Damn, look at that
poor son-of-a-bitch.

Spread some newspapers
by the fire.

Look at him.
God damn.

Get some alcohol
and some cotton.

There he is.

I told that son of
a bitch to keep his dog off
my property.

He can't keep
his dog tied up all
the time.

I couldn't find
any alcohol.

Use whiskey for
Christ's sake.

It's chewed almost
all the way through!

A three-legged dog.
What the hell am
I going to do

with a three-legged dog?

I told him next time
his dog came on my place,
I'd kill the son-of-a-bitch!

Kill his dog,
he means, probably.

Shut up!

You can't hit him
with a pistol.

I can damn well try.

You need a rifle.

Yeah, I know.

I've got a shot gun,
but at this range it
would just tickle him.

We got a rifle
in the car.

Six point
five millimeter.

Yeah,
it's Swedish.

It's not pretty, but
it would do the job.

Great Dane again?

Yes.

What are they
going to do?

He's your father.

Harry, you can't just
shoot the man's dog.

The hell I can't.

Look, Mac's the one
who picks the fights.

Yeah,
he's tough.

Let's go.

You need something
to rest it on.

Not at this range.

I don't even really
need the scope.

Can't you
stop them?

Legally, he's
within his rights.

That dog came after
you once, remember?

Why the hell didn't
you shoot it then?

Perfect.

Tony don't miss!

Nice looking dog.

Do you want
to bury him?

Bury him, shit! I'm going
to dump him right at that
son-of-a-bitch's front door.

And let him do
something about it.

Those are the men,
aren't they?

What men?

You have to tell me
about it now.

We were just supposed
to look for supplies.

But by the third day,
we hadn't found anything

and Nickerson was
beginning to get edgy.

So we get to this
village, it was marked
friendly on the map.

But Nickerson decided to get
everybody out, and search
the huts for arms.

So we lined them up
while he and Tony
looked the place over.

They thought we were
gonna shoot them all.

And I think Nickerson
almost did, he was so

angry about not
finding anything.

Well, in the last hut,
a girl was hiding.

Nickerson pretended...
He thought she was a VC.

Then he told one of
the old men in the
village that

we were gonna take her
along as a hostage.

What did she
look like?

She was young,
15 or 16, pretty.

I guess that's
why she was hiding.

That's what her mother
said at the court martial.

A couple of miles
up the road,

Nickerson took her
into the tall grass.

The sound
she made was...

Well, after a while
it was like...

It was like Mac
down there. It
was just whining.

And then Reilly
went next,

Josephson and Tony.

And then they were
waiting for me to do it.
Well, I couldn't move.

I mean, it didn't take
any thought of bravery,
I just couldn't walk.

Nickerson, he
looked at me,

for a long time, you know
the way he does, he just
looks at you.

He had a rifle
in his hand.

Then he handed the rifle to
Josephson, jerked his thumb
towards the grass and...

And you turned
them in.

When we got
back to camp.

Why didn't you tell me
before? It was the bravest
thing you could do.

No, it was too late.

I should have stopped them.
What's the point of punishing
them afterward?

People who are
criminals have
to be punished.

Look, the Vietcong do
exactly the same thing.
Everybody does everyday.

No.
Every... Everywhere!

Why blame these guys?

They were my friends.
They were my buddies.

Let's go home, boys.

One, left, left.

* I got a girl
in New York City

* She's got...

Sound off!
One, two.

Sound off.
Three, four.

Take it on down.

One, two, three,
four, one, two.

Sarge.
Hey, Sarge!

Why'd they come
here for?

Well, it wasn't just
'cause they love the
scenery.

Tony said that he
wanted to tell me
that he didn't...

What?

He said he wanted to
tell me there were no
hard feelings on his side.

Shit!

Old Harry's radar
was working. I knew
the Jerries were in there.

I take a grenade,
I pull the pin. Go up,

open the door.
Oh, Officer. Boom!

Come on in.

Call the police.
Well, what
would I say?

That I'm afraid
of these guys?
Aren't you?

Maybe. Yeah. Yes!

Yes, you know something,
I am. I thought about it
every day since it happened.

But I can't do it
to them again.

If they don't
even know why
they came here,

do you know that?
That's what Tony said.

They're like stray dogs.

All right. Don't
call the police!

When they're busting up
one of your meetings, it's
"pigs" isn't it?

But boy,
when you need them,
it's police...

Yes, that's
funny Bill.

Yes. Wait a minute.

The football game is on.
Harry wants to watch it
on your set.

Oh, Christ! Well,
I don't give a shit!

Sure, Harry.
That's fine.

Hey, Mr. Wayne,
I'm in the open.
You can pass here.

Boy, this is
the way it is done.

Hey, kid, you
got the set
warmed up yet?

I didn't know
it was on yet.

Come on, come on.
We're gonna miss
the kickoff.

Hey, Bill!

See you in
a little while.

Hey, Bill, how do you
adjust this goddamn thing...
Later.

The field's
in good shape. There
seems to be only

one soft spot near
the 50 yard line.

Thanks, kid.
Want a drink now?

Yeah.

Here it comes.
Just in time.

It's a good
high end, over end kick.

Jeez, ain't
that beautiful?

He dropped it.
Atta boy!

Come on, baby!

He's at the five.

Don't let him sit up
for Pete's sake!

Ten, 15...

Come on.
Tackle him.
Get him!

Hey, hey kid, why don't you
bring us some ice and glasses
in here

so we don't have to
keep running back and forth.

Come on! Get
this ball back.

Look out! Look out!

The ball's
hanging up there.

He's got it.

Damn! He's got it
right out of his
hands.

Go, go, go.

Twenty-five yards.
Now let's go!
There you go, kid.

They're gonna beat
them, right?

Come on now,
let's go.
Come on!

Let's not have
another funeral
like last week.

You all right?

...doesn't
throw the ball away again
in this situation.

He goes to Raider.
On the left side.

Football is a great
game. Elemental.
'Cause it's a conflict.

That's what life is
about. Isn't it?

If you make it.

No. Always
life against death.

Like in Vietnam, we see
just one corner of it
above the surface.

You're mixing your
metaphors, Harry.

Look at the football field.
One team's got one color
jersey

and the other team's
got another color.
That's easy to see.

But the world is
set up the same way.

The communists on
one side, and us
on the other.

If you'd face that,
look at Vietnam in
that context,

you'd understand it.

Right now,
Europe is stabilized.

Power is shifting in Asia.

Vietnam is the fulcrum.

That's what
they tell us.

And you'd better
believe it, soldier.

Raiders
going to stay in...

Danny had a talk
with his coach
during the timeout.

So we'll see
what he comes
up with now.

The ball is spotted
on the two and a...

How's your...

How's your beer
holding out there, Hal?

You never did like
it very much, did
you? Did you?

A three-legged kid?

What the hell am
I gonna do with
a three-legged kid?

Come on!
Referee's out
of bounds.

Of course
he was out of bounds!
Let's see the playback!

Hey, Tony?
Hmm?

Tony, come on.

I watch football,
I notice one thing.

What's that?

They're aren't any Puerto
Rican guys playing.
Did you notice that?

Yeah, why is that?
I don't know.

They've got plenty
of Puerto Rican
baseball players.

I don't know.

Yeah, stars.

But not football.

Puerto Ricans are
too small to play
football.

They don't eat the right
foods. They eat too many
chili peppers.

It's a
racial difference.

He got back in,
finds a lot of daylight.

There he is.

And there'll be
no return on this one, then,
as Peterson kicks it...

Racial difference.
Isn't that illegal?

No. They can't
play because they're
too small,

not because they're
Puerto Ricans.

Some people are just
naturally smaller than
others. Like Orientals.

I ain't no
goddamn slopehead!

Cool it, Tony!

Just an example,
Christ sake!

When I was in college,
that's what it was all
about. Football.

Everybody wanted
to play football.

Even the guys you never saw,
the guys that spend most of
their time in the library.

Secretly they wanted
to play football.

You know why?
Why?

Football players
got more pussy.

Not that anyone got a
hell of a lot, but the
football players got more.

Those days, a guy
your size could play
college football,

if he was tough.

Now, the kids give
it away to each other.

They don't even
have to ask for
it nicely.

There's no
challenge to it.

So who the hell wants
to play football?

I asked some of Martha's
friends once if they
wanted to watch a game,

they looked at me as if
I was some kind of freak.

Where the hell is Bill?

He went upstairs.

Jackson
put down hard at
the 36.

I think Danny entered
that one a little bit...

I don't know.

Why shouldn't they act
the way they do, if they
can get away with it?

Nobody cares anymore.

She's a mighty
cute looking girl.

Martha?

They aren't
married, huh?

No.

Get him, you stupid
son-of-a-bitch!

The baby's nice.

He smiles all the time.

Yeah.

Broke his arm.

No, he's all right.

Look at it,
it's hanging there.

Yeah, the baby's
all right.

I always wanted
a grandson.

I don't even know
what this kid is.

Is he my grandson?

Is that what I should
say to people?

I don't know.

Colin gives
to Murphy...

Touchdown.

I can't watch
it anymore.

Peterson's ready to try
for the extra point to
make it 28...

You know, he looks
a lot older. Bill.

His hair is getting
a little gray.

Do you remember how he
looked when he first
got over there?

Like a little kid.

Ouch, God damn!

I hope dinner's
ready pretty soon because
I got to get to the city.

What's your hurry, Tony?
Yeah, where you gonna go?

I got to go see
about getting a job.

Tomorrow's Sunday. Who
the hell's gonna give
you a job on Sunday?

There's a guy
I can talk to.
Yeah.

He's really gonna be
eager to give a job to
a old war hero like you.

Hey, I wish you guys
would stick around
a couple of days.

Speaking purely selfish,
you understand. It's great
to have someone to talk to.

Well, thanks but...

Well, I bet you'd like
to use that rifle again.

There's a moon tonight and
there's a fellow I know in
town, a cop, Fred Hawley.

He's gonna be coon hunting
back in my woods.

I told him I might be
out later. We could all go.

Hell, they've got two bedrooms
upstairs they're not using.
Right, Bill?

Yeah, they're empty.

Christ, what a weirdo!

See that.

I shot that bear
and now, look at it.

Martha!
What time is dinner?

As soon as
we get the table set.

What's the matter?
Nothing.

Nothing's ever
the matter.

Tony?

Harry wants them
to stay a couple
of days.

Tell Harry to
go to hell!

I don't think
they'll stay
anyway.

Look, Bill, this is
our house and nobody...

The hell it is,
it's Harry's.

Look, it's as much
mine as it is Harry's,

and because it's
mine, it's yours,

and if you don't want
them to stay, why you just
tell them to get out now!

Yeah.

He was in some kind
of trouble in Vietnam.
Do you know about it?

We were it.

Yeah? What happened?

I was leading a patrol.

We found a woman,
a Vietcong.

We had to shoot her,
couldn't take her on
patrol with us,

and Bill turned us in.

He turned you
in for that?

Well, we had a little
fun with her first. I guess
that's what made him mad.

He didn't even
touch her.

I always thought
he was half queer.

There's salad
in the icebox.

I know.

I'm surprised you
didn't slit his throat.

I thought about it.

I thought about it
a lot when I was in
the stockade.

But then, what's it
gonna get me, huh?

Dinner's
on the table.

Do you want to
carve, Harry?

Sure. Sure.

Mike.

How do you
like it, Mike?

Rare. Still moving,
if you got it.

Tony, how about you?

A little rare.

He likes it burned.

We forgot the water.

Oh! Son of a bitch!

Will you
let me look at it?

It isn't anything.
I hardly felt it.

Come on,
let me wash it.
No!

Hold still!
I think you need
some stitches.

I can take care
of it myself.

Harry, please don't
drink anymore. I think
you've had enough.

Harry!

That Mike's quite
a guy, isn't he?

Did he tell you
what Bill did
to them?

What Bill did to them?

You all right, Harry?

It's just
a scratch.

Hell. I remember
one time

a Filipino captain

was trying to make
one of them talk.

He took him
out in a boat.

He cut off
his hands.

One by one.

And he dropped
them into the water.

Harry, be quiet.

And then, his arms.

And he watched

the sharks eat them.

Harry.

Martha, I asked
these boys

to stay a
couple of days.

Thanks, Mr. Wayne,
but I really got
to get back.

I think

there might be
a book in them.

Yeah.

Harry, they don't
want to stay.

Well,

we'll talk more
about it tomorrow
afternoon. I...

I have work to do
in the morning.

Good night.

Well, where's my cap?

Thanks.

I think...

Thank you very much.

Harry, you forgot
your glasses.

Do you think
he'll make it?
Yes, sure.

He might bleed to death.
I'll check on him later.

He's a very
interesting guy.

Do you think so?

Yeah. He's been
through it.

My mother couldn't
stand him.

Neither
could either of his
other two wives.

Well, hell, I wouldn't
want to be married to
him either.

I've got to get
Hal's dinner. I forgot
all about it.

We better
be going.

No, let me make you some
coffee before you go.

You ought to have coffee if
you're going to drive. It'll
just take a few minutes.

Please sit down.

Bet it's
nice around here
in the summer.

Yeah.

Great chow.

Martha's a great cook.

Damn it, Hal, you know
you like creamed corn!

Come on, Hal!

Hey, Miss?

You're too pretty a woman
to get angry. Why don't
you wait until he's hungry?

A lot you know about it,
don't you? He's got
to eat his vegetables.

Yeah. So he can
grow up big to be
a football player.

Bed for you.

Hal's decided he
wants to go to bed.

Say good night to
everybody, Hal.

Good night, Hal.

Good night, baby.

Want to say
good night to Hal?

Good night, Hal.

What kind of a job
are you looking for?

Who the hell knows?

You used to be
interested in cars,
didn't you?

Yeah.

I think I'll get
myself a job in
a garage.

Just to get
the experience.

The most important tool
in any garage is the
steam cleaner.

Now, I know this
guy named Feldman.

He has a place,
a garage, near
the river.

A guy...

A guy comes in
there with a knock
in his car.

Now he doesn't
know a thing
about cars.

Feldman comes over
and starts shaking
his head.

"That transmission's
about ready to fall
out," he says, Bill.

"And it's a good thing
you decided to bring
it in now."

You see the transmission
is something that everybody
knows about.

You know
what I mean?

Well, you tell
a guy his valve
lifters are shot.

Well, he gets worried.
He's not even sure

his car's got valve
lifters, but the
transmission,

you gotta have
that, right?

Well, anyway, the guy
comes back the next day,

and Feldman shows him
a shiny clean transmission.

Only it's not different.
It's the same one.

The only difference is that,
Feldman worked it over with
the steam cleaner.

You know what I mean?

Gracias. Okay now,
rebuilt transmission,
right?

$180, maybe even more.

Hal, I simply can't stand
another night of this.
Now, what's the matter?

Come on.

Good night.

With all
that back pay,

maybe Feldman would
let me buy a piece
of his place, huh?

Hell.

I don't even know
if his garage is
still there.

Tony does all the driving.
Your father won't mind if I
have a little, will he?

He'll think he
drank the whole thing
himself when he wakes up.

He's really a famous
writer, huh?

He writes a lot of
books, and a lot of
people buy them.

It's like a compulsion
with him.

When he gets going
sometimes, he stays up
the whole night writing.

They're pretty
good books?

A long time ago,
they used to be.

The first two or three
he wrote were really
good serious books.

But now he's full of
anger and self disgust,
and the books are empty.

They're good stories, full
of dramatic events and flashy
characters. Easy to read.

I enjoy reading them
myself but, they're
meaningless.

I liked what he said
about there being
a book in Tony and me.

Bill told me
what you did.

Is it true?

Sure, whatever he said.

Martha?

What made you do it?

Everybody was doing it.
Why pick on me?

Why pick on that girl?
What had she done?
She was a Vietcong.

Bill says she wasn't.

Well, how the hell could
I tell? She was hiding
from us. Wasn't she?

You proved she had
a damn good reason
to hide.

That's a lot of crap.

What do you think
a Vietcong looks like?

They wear a uniform? They
don't look different than
anybody else over there.

Listen, your husband
cost me two damn good
years over there.

He didn't cost you
a goddamn thing and
you know it!

Only I forgot,
he's not your
husband, is he?

What kind of an
arrangement is
that anyway, huh?

And you're preaching
morality to me?
My living with Bill

has nothing to do
with morality or
immorality. You're sick!

Oh, I see. You can judge
me, but I can't judge you,
if you make all the rules.

You say what's right
and what's wrong!

What hurts someone else is
immoral. That's the only
standard you can have.

Well, how about
your father, huh?

You don't think it tears
his guts out to see the
way you're living?

That's his problem. I'm
sorry he's upset but it's
an emotional problem,

and it's a lot different
from sticking someone
with a bayonet.

A bayonet, is that
what Bill told you?

Sorry, all you did
was shoot her.

We couldn't take any
prisoners on patrol.
That was orders.

The final solution
to the Vietnamese
problem.

Nothing can justify
what you did!

I don't have to justify it.
The Army already has.

Hell, we were heroes
to the boys in our outfit.
And Bill?

He got shipped out
of combat area pretty
fast, didn't he?

If he wouldn't have, there
wouldn't have been any case!
Why?

Because you can
get shot going
either way.

Because he
reported a crime.

No.

Look, you got to do
things in war that you get
locked up for in peacetime.

What do you think I am,
some kind of hoodlum?

Look I was an honor
student in high school.
Rah.

And I was a damn good
soldier, and that's
more than he was.

I'm glad.
Are you?

Oh, you got
it safe here.

You don't know until
you've been there.

Until you've been
shot at.

What would you do,
lie back and take it?

Until you've gone
to a village,

handing out candy
bars to the kids.

And then you seen your
best buddy's legs blown
off by a mine

because the people
you gave the candy
bars to

forgot to tell you
Charlie was in town.

That happened?

It happened.

You're right, you know.
I haven't been there and
I can't imagine it.

Man...

I couldn't wait
to get back to
the folks.

The first thing you
notice in the city
are the people.

The way they walk
around, especially
if they're important.

The whole city's
in a state of warfare.

Just like over there,
guerrilla warfare.

Hey.

Did you ever march
in one of those peace
parades? Carry a sign?

Why?

I don't know.

You look like somebody
who'd march in a peace
parade and carry a sign.

I used to wonder
over there.

What kind of people
went to those things?

I always thought they were
longhaired freaks with
clothes like Indians.

Bill asked me
to marry him once.

Before the baby
was born.

He was...

He was gonna
do me a big favor.

You're a real
nut cutter,
aren't you?

Dance?

My uncle's got
a restaurant...

I'll do it tomorrow.
Thanks.

...on 138th Street.
I could work there
for a while.

It's a big responsibility,
having money to invest.

What's that?

Coon hunters.

Coon hunters, huh?

Yeah, do you know
the time, Tony?

Hey, Sarge?

Let's get the
hell out of here.

What's going on?

All right,
that's enough.

I said,
that's enough!

You better go now.

Come on!

You really want
to go, huh?

Stop it! Stop it!
Shut up!

Come on!

Come on.

What's the
matter with you?

Stop it!

Look out, Billy!

Shoot him! You've got
a gun, haven't you?
Shoot him!

Kill him.

Hello?

No. No.

You'll be okay, Bill.

Please.

Lady, you're nuts.

You think you can
change the rules
in the middle.

Well?

Are you all right?