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(ORGAN INTRO)

(MEN SING ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS)

(ALL SIT DOWN)

MAN:...believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth
all things.

Charity never faileth.

But whether
there be prophecies,

they shall fail,

whether there be tongues,
they shall cease,

whether there be knowledge,
it shall vanish away.

For we know in part
and we prophesy in part,

but when
that which is
perfect is come,

then that
which is in part
shall be done away.

When I was a child,
I spake as a child,

I understood as a child,
I thought as a child.

But when I became a man,
I put away childish things.

For now we see through
a glass darkly, but
then face to face.

Now I know in part,
but then shall I know
even as also I am known.

And now abideth faith,
hope, charity, these three,

but the greatest
of these is charity.

(ALL SING THE GLORY BE PRAYER)

(ORGAN PLAYS MARCHING MUSIC)

No call to arms
has ever gone unheeded

by a graduate of
Bunker Hill Academy.

In defense of our country and
her principles, many of
our brothers

have nobly and selflessly
made the ultimate sacrifice.

To honor them,
we will close this
baccalaureate service

as we close
all services here,

by reading from
the book of remembrance.

This will be the last
reading of the book
for this year.

(PLAYS TAPS)

Williams, Robert S.
Class of '60.

Pleiku.
Taps, November 19, 1967.

Yancey, Scott A.
Class of '45.

Pork Chop Hill.
Taps, April 26, 1953.

Young, Henry R.
Class of '38.

Omaha Beach.
Taps, June 6, 1944.

Youngman, Clarence M.
Class of '64.

Plei Me.
Taps, November 22, 1967.

Zimmerman, James J.
Class of '12.

The Argonne.
Taps, September 27, 1918.

Hey, yo, Jackie!
Wait up! Wait up, man!

(SHOUTING AND WHOOPING)

McGonigle, Harry the Horse,
class of '22. Sing Sing
Prison.

Give it a rest.

Ferrilli, Rocky,
class of '42.

Give it a rest.

Lefty's Bar and Grill...

Hey, Brian, Dungeons
and Dragons game tonight?

Not tonight, Shawn.
Nice of you to ask.

Have a good day.

CADET:
Hey, Billy, who are you
rooming with next summer?

Attention!

Carry on.
Thank you, sir.

Hey, Larry, what troop
are you in next year,
D or F?

Keep it down!

I'm in F.

All right!
I got into Company A!

YOUNG CADET: Attention!

BOY IN CORRIDOR:
Boy, I'm not gonna
miss your socks...

How's the T-shirt, Pigpen?

Turn it out, Pigpen.

Outstanding.

As you were, gentlemen.

Oh, God, thank you!

Hey, Brian,
you seen Shovel?

Not since morning.

He got this summer care
package from his mother.

One-way douche bag hid it.

Goddamn thing's
the size of a Volkswagen.

Homemade fudge,
carrot cake, date nut bread.

I'm hot on the trail
of that sucker.

When I see him,
I'll pick up...

Hey, Shovel!

Come here with that food!

Sorry, Hulk.

Want me to touch
up your shoes, sir?

You won't want
to go to the General's
with your shoes all grungy.

You know
what I'm gonna hate
next year, Charlie?

Breaking in a new plebe.
Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Zen is no laughing matter.

Yes, sir.
Carry on.

Thank you, sir.

Four, five, six.

I can never hear
that sequence
of numbers

without feeling
a rush in my blood.

The siege itself was
almost as bad as
the assaults,

and the assaults
were out of this world.

They kept coming at us,
wave after wave.

Totally
indifferent
to casualties.

Of course,
the Chinese always had
plenty of bodies to spare.

They seemed
to be fascinated
with our Springfield 1903.

The rifle
our snipers used.

They called it "the weapon
of the silent death."

I wish
I could remember
that phrase in Chinese.

Actually,
it was rather beautiful.

In battle, sir,
how do you keep
from being scared?

You don't.
My God, was I scared!

I must have lost about
20 pounds, all of it brown!

But fear has a way of
providing you with
a little bonus.

It gives you

"the wolf."

"The wolf?"

It's a quotation from
Theodore Roosevelt.
Let me see.

"All men who
have felt the power
of the joy of battle

"know what it's like when
the wolf rises in the heart."

He knew and
I know that man was
meant to be a warrior.

We're all sons of
our Viking fathers.

Try to eat a little something,
Mr. Moreland,

just to keep up
the appearances.

Otherwise I'll get
an earache from
Mrs. Malloy.

It's delicious, sir.

I don't imagine
I had much appetite

when I was
appointed cadet major.

My God.
Can't be 45 years ago.

Nobody's that old.

Wasn't General Black
the commander then, sir?

General Black?
Yes. Yes, General Black.

We cadets used to say that
his name described his heart.

But we respected
the hell out of him,
I can tell you that.

He went the whole
nine yards.

It didn't matter
whether it was war

or growing roses
or making men.

You know
that picture of him that
hangs in the admin building?

When I was a plebe,
that used to scare me,

just walking
under that picture.

That's why
they hung it there.

(ALL LAUGH)

The truth is, I think,
you would have loved
him like a father.

I know I did.

And speaking of fathers,
Mr. Moreland,

is your dad still at
Fort Benning?

No, sir,
he's at Fort Polk now.

Well, a good top sergeant
is worth his weight in gold.

I know many a colonel who's
had his ass saved by
a clever sergeant.

Excuse me, Mrs. Malloy.

I'm sure
he's very proud of you, son.

I hope he is, sir.
Thank you.

My doctor allows me
one of these a day.
This is my third.

I wish
I could tell you

that there are more old
generals than old doctors,
but I'm afraid it's not true.

Mrs. Malloy, my officers and I
will have coffee and brandy in
the study.

Gentlemen?

I'm afraid I can't
vouch for the vintage,

but ultimately
it is the company
that counts, isn't it?

So, what shall we drink to?

I tell you what.
Let's drink to the one
thing that never changes.

To the one permanent
part of a man's life.

What's that, sir?

Honor.

Honor, indeed.

Burglarproof, foolproof,
weatherproof. 100 proof.
Honor.

Everything else is
subject to
the powers that be,

dependent upon the caprices
of often inferior men.

But your honor is
your own, inviolate.

So, then.
To honor.

To honor.
To honor.

Drink up.
We have things to do.

Bunker Hill is
rich in ceremony,

but this is an occasion
I always like to keep
rather private,

when I say goodbye to
one major and appoint
another in his place.

The cadet major is outranked
militarily only by me,

so that
makes it a position
of some responsibility.

You'll attest to that,
won't you, Cooper?

Yes, sir.
I'm afraid I can.

Captain Moreland,
like your predecessor

you've distinguished yourself
for a number of years here
as an underclassman.

And in
recognition of your
scholarship and leadership,

your exemplary character,

I take pleasure
in conferring upon you
the rank of cadet major

with all
the responsibilities
and privileges of that rank.

Now, they'll
respect the rank.

But God knows,
they won't respect the man

unless he earns it.

And the loyalty of men

is always hard-earned.

I'll do my best, sir.

I have every
confidence in you.

Thank you, sir.

Congratulations, Brian.

Don't make me look
too bad in comparison.

Don't worry.

John, if you do half as well
at West Point as you've
done here,

you're going to
make a splendid officer.

Thank you, sir.
The credit would go to you.

If you
gentlemen wouldn't
mind accompanying me

as far as the
administration building,

I have my annual
battle of the paperclips
with the board of trustees.

Entirely adequate.

Listen, don't even ask me
what we had for dinner.
Can't remember.

We had this stuff...
We had brandy.

...that poured in
some green liquid.
Drank brandy with the general.

Incredible.
Do you even like brandy?

That's beside the point.
Can't stand it.

They're beautiful, roomie.
You earned them.

Yeah. You deserve
them as much as I do.

No way, José.
I'm half-civilian
on my mother's side.

Even if I did get you
through math, science,

military science...
True. True. Very true.

Did you get 'em?

Whatever happened to
good manners?

The simple custom
of knocking...

The gold. I'd give my
right nut for those
oak leaves.

Does a major
live at this address?
Can I touch 'em? Please?

Man, I can't believe it!

Don't cream on 'em.
They'll tarnish.

Listen, West,
you should've been there.

We talked about battles
that he'd been in.

No shit!
Drank brandy.

No shit!
Toasted honor.

Brandy and everything, you can
tell your grandchildren
about it.

Listen. We are gonna
have such a great year.

It's gonna be
the best year yet.

We are gonna
command the best regiment
this school has ever seen.

Damn well said!

In honor of this
auspicious occasion,
Major Moreland,

your presence is
requested in the hallway.

Dismissed!

ALL: Major Moreland,
he's our man

Major Moreland,
he's our man

He's the baddest in the land

Thank you, Dave.
Thank you. Thanks.

That was a nice thing
to do, Shawn. I mean it.

Thanks.

(MARCHING MUSIC)

ANNOUNCER: The corps of
cadets is commanded by
Major John Cooper.

(APPLAUSE)

The incoming
corps commander is
Major Brian Moreland.

(APPLAUSE)

B Company is led by
Cadet Captain David Shawn.

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

A Company is led by
Cadet Captain JC Pierce.

Company, turn!

C Company is led by
Cadet Captain Robert Harris.

Eyes right!

D Troop is led by
Cadet Captain...

Eyes right!
...Alex Dwyer.

Present arms!

Staff, present arms.

(GUNSHOT)

Stand at ease!

Staff, stand at ease.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for 141 years,
old soldiers like myself
have stood here on this day

and told the finest
of America's young men

the meaning of the word
"commencement. "

It is a beginning,
we told them.

But today,

this day,

it has another meaning,
an end.

An end
to nearly a century
and a half of tradition

and an end
to the heart of us.

I have been informed that
Bunker Hill Academy is
to be closed,

all of its
buildings torn down,
nothing to be left,

but memories.

It is the decision of
the board of trustees
in all their wisdom

that this institution be sold

and the land developed
for its real estate potential.

In order to allow the
incoming seniors to
graduate

and the underclassmen
to seek enrollment elsewhere,

the board has
graciously extended

the date of
termination for one year.

One year.

I stand here today with you

and look out
over these young men

and, of course, I am reminded
of other commencement days
and other young men,

men of courage and conviction,

men who have given everything.

In Mexico. In the great
catastrophe of the Civil War.

In Flanders and the Argonne.

In the jungles
of the Philippines
and on Omaha Beach.

In the snows of Bastogne,
in the Mekong Delta

and at the siege of Khe Sanh.

How, then,
can others say
this land is for sale?

It has been
purchased and paid for

with the blood
of our graduates.

I am a veteran of
many terrible battles.

But no battle is more
important than this one,

and this final battle,
I intend to win.

We have a year.

Entire wars have
been won in less time.

Men of the corps,
so long as breath
and spirit remain,

we must fight to
preserve this academy

so that the traditions
that were born here
may endure here.

We must
pledge ourselves
to that mission.

BACHE: Yes, come in.

Sir. Major Moreland, sir,
requesting permission
to speak.

Go ahead, Major.

Sir, those of us staying
summer session were
wondering...

We wondered if...

Stand at ease, Major.

Sir, how can they do this?

With the stroke of a pen, sir.

Their field of honor
was a desk top.

They didn't consult me.

Never even hinted at
what their plans were.

They just
papered it and penciled it
and they went ahead and did it

because that's
what the numbers said.

Sir, all they want is money.
Let them raise the tuition.
We'll pay it.

I'm afraid it's not
quite that simple, son.

There's a feeling
on the outside that

schools like this
are anachronistic

and leaders of men
like you and me
are dinosaurs.

Sir?

Well, you go to the movies,
you read books.

A military leader is always
portrayed as slightly insane.

Very often
more than slightly.

That's because
it is insane to

cling to honor

in a world
where honor is
held in contempt.

Sir, I don't know if
I really deserve the
rank of major.

My first thought was
for myself.

I didn't think about
the others or the school...

Sit down, Mr. Moreland.
Sir.

Never be ashamed of
being human.

Without humanity,
a leader becomes
a tyrant.

I was relieved, sir.
I figured I had
another year.

I could graduate
and go on to West Point.

So you will.
And the others too.

I haven't spent
a lifetime fighting

just to turn over
and play dead now.

I came to Bunker Hill
when I was 12-years-old.

Just like you.

With the exception of
those 12 years,

I've been in uniform
all my life.

I know men
younger than myself
who take their pensions

and put on stupid
little white shirts
with cut-off sleeves,

alligator on the tit,

and spend the rest of
their days

beating the hell out of
a little white ball
with an iron club.

My God!

The thought of it
makes me want to puke.

They like it like that,
civilians.

Well, the one thing
civilians know is
their rights.

And they're
within their rights to
push us out to make way

for their
goddamned condominiums.

But we have one little
advantage on them.

What's that, sir?
We're here.

And the condos aren't.

We have a foothold.

You boys
are my purpose.
You're my family.

And I'm not
going to let them
take you away from me.

We won't either, sir.
We won't let them.

I knew something
like this would happen.
Sure.

I did. I figured after one
whole year of being shit on,

I'd get hit by
a bus or something

and never get a chance
to shit on the next bunch.

So you didn't get
hit by a bus.
So what?

Thank you, sir.

They'll find me
another school
for next year.

It'll be
another year
of getting shit on.

Will your folks let you
come back here for just
one year?

Maybe. I don't know.

Snow White and
the two dwarves.

I'm not in any mood for
your shit, Dwyer.
So stop it.

Just trying
to be friendly.

Yeah.

So, what's Moreland
say about all this?

Moreland says
it'll never happen.

That Bache will come in
and save the day.

I think he's right.

That makes two of you.

So what do you think, Dwyer?

I think your mother never
gave you any toys when
you were a baby.

Neither did Dwyer's, so he
had to play with his sister's.

CADET: Let's go!

(ROCK MUSIC ON RADIO)

Can I use your comb?

Jesus Christ!
I feel like some
big fat hairy hand

reached out inside of me
and yanked something out.

Don't sweat it, West.
It ain't over.

Great.
We still get our year.

Forget about that
one year business,
all right?

Just forget about it.

This place is gonna be
here long after the pencil
pushers are in the boneyard.

(RADIO PLAYING
LIGHT MY FIRE BY THE DOORS)

Don't forget
that we're here
and the condos aren't.

We've got a foothold.

Jesus Christ,
it's the Bug again.

Every boy needs a hero.

With the Bug,
it's Jim Morrison.

(BAND PLAYS
LOVE IS A MANY
SPLENDOURED THING)

Sir, may I present
Miss Lori Cable?

Lori, this is General Bache,
our commander.

How do you do?

I'm very pleased
to meet you, sir.

And I you. Dean Ferris,
this is Miss Lori Cable.

A guest of
Major Cooper tonight.

Well done, John.
Thank you, sir.

Hello.
I know that lovely face
but I've forgotten your name.

Cindy Morris.
Cindy, yes.

Dean Ferris,
Cindy Morris.

Well done. It was
touch and go there
for a while, wasn't it?

I'm proud of you.

All right, all right!

(ALL SHOUT AND JEER)

(SHOUTING AND WHOOPING)

All right, all right!

Howwould you like
to see a real stud?

My man Mikey's in love!

Have fun, JC.

Let me show you
how a stud works.
Come on, come on!

You gonna move or you
want us to call the cops?

Call 'em, asshole!

(JEERING CONTINUES)

You gonna ask me out now
or what?

Hey, what are you
looking at, huh?
Hey, come here.

What do you guys
do with each other?

All right,
keep this area clear.
Stay away from the gate.

Yes, sir!

YOUTH: Keep this area clear
and stay away from the gate!

Sieg heil!
We'll keep this
area clear, sir!

Why don't you
make us leave, fag?

Yeah!
Chicken!

What did I tell you, huh?

Don't do that.
Hit him!

BACHE: Knock it off!
Break it up!

Break it up!

Call an ambulance!
Move it!

It was an accident, sir.

There was a round in
the chamber. I forgot.

You killed him.

I'm sorry.

(POLICE RADIO)

MORELAND: Ten-hut!

General, don't worry.
Everything's gonna
be all right.

(SIREN)

(STATIC ON RADIO)

Look, pipe down.

Come on, Bug.
Get the shit
out of it!

If you can do any better,
go ahead.

Come on, keep it down!

What is this problem here?

Roger. Sure looks like
one to me.

Chest pain,
shortness of breath. Over.

All right.
Take the general
to Valley Community.

Stay with him and call back
once he's checked over.

Roger. Out.

(BUGLE PLAYS TAPS)

Hello?

Where are you?

So when will you get here?

I'm all right.
I wasn't part
of anything.

No, that's okay.
I can stay here.

There'll be guys here.

I said it's okay.
I don't know what
you expect me to say.

I'm sorry I raised my voice.

It's just that
I thought you'd be here.

I'd rather stay here.

Really.

I love you too. Bye.

All cadets leaving for summer
recess must vacate their
barracks by 1200 hours.

(HORN)

You let me know
what happens, okay?

All right.

You take care.
Okay.

Good summer.
You too.

Hand grenades,
fragmentation M-26,
24 to a case, one case.

Machine guns, M-2,
one per crate,
36 crates.

36 M-2s.

4.2" mortar rounds,
four per case,
we have 20 cases.

Got it.

M-16s, ten full racks.

All right,
that's 20 to a rack.

200 M-16s.

45mm automatics, model 191 1,
four racks, 24 to a rack.

Six crates of
M-16 bayonets.

Six 81 mm mortars.

Jesus Christ! Bache has
enough armament here to
start World War III.

So glad they're going.

I didn't want them
here in the first place.

That was
the general's notion of
national defense, stock...

How did you
get in here?

The door was open.

Wonderful.

What do you say we lock it?

What's going on?
What's going on?

We're taking inventory.

Apparently,
we're no longer to
be trusted with weapons.

What are we gonna
drill with this summer?

After last night?
That was an accident, sir.

That's not
for you to decide and
I don't care to discuss it.

Look, I came to
ask about the general.

He's in intensive care.
How is he?

They say
the next 24 hours
will be the critical stage.

General's a strong man.
He'll be all right.

I'm only telling
you what they told me.
You can ask for yourself.

I did. I called the hospital.
They wouldn't let me talk
to him.

All right, then you
know as much as I do.

Well, who...

Who's gonna be in charge
of the summer session?

I'm not sure
there'll be a summer session.

What?

Goodbye, Mr. Moreland.

TV: They're worthwhile only
if there is a reasonable
chance for success.

Let me, ask you.
How much time has
elapsed since...

18 hours
and 12 minutes.

Dr McCoy
must have told you...

Why doesn't
the man use his phaser?

He can't.

How come?

The brain's protected
by an electromagnetic shield

which is phaser-proof

You seen this one before?

I've seen all of them before.

Turn on the news, quick!

You're not
supposed to be here!

We're watching this!

(SHOUTS OF PROTEST)

Shut up!

...shattered overnight by
the still-unexplained shooting

of a local boy.

Donald Andrews,
17, of Foxhaven,
died late last night

as a result of
a gunshot wound...

God, the kid
bought it, huh?

...between local
boys and cadets.

The shot was allegedly fired
by General Harlan Bache,

superintendent
of the Bunker Hill
Military Academy.

In response
to the tragedy,

police have
ordered all weapons

on academy grounds
to be confiscated.

What are we
supposed to
train with?

...maintained an armory
on the school grounds,

which cadets have used
for training purposes.

Meanwhile, General Bache
lies in very critical
condition

at Valley Community Hospital,

suffering from a heart attack
which occurred immediately

following the tragic
events at the school.

The school itself,
which had planned to
cease operations next June,

has been ordered
closed immediately
by its proprietors.

ALL: What?

Son of a bitch!

Anderson's father's
a big lawyer. Maybe he
can write something up.

Shovel, stop your goddamn
feeding your face, will you?

I'd like to grab a grenade
and ram it right up
their asses!

That's not fair.

Stop feeding! They
don't even give a shit!

Leave me alone!

Hey!

Here's today's
closing figure.

The lady
said the proprietors
ordered the school closed.

Now, as I see it,
we are the proprietors.

What does that mean to us?

Get the door.

All right, now listen up.

Mr. Stewart?
Yes.

Captain Dwyer, sir,
Bunker Hill Academy.

What can I do for you?
Provision list, sir.

Why? I heard they
were closing the place.

That's affirmative, sir.
Mopping-up battalion
has to eat though.

It took 150 years
to build the place.

It's gonna take time to
put it to bed, as they say.

Usually they want me
to deliver the stuff myself.

SOP undergoing
change nowadays, sir,

because of all
the unpleasantness.

SOP?

Standard Operating
Procedure, sir.

Call the academy if
you'd like some
verification.

Oh, no. That's okay.
Thank you, sir. Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Move it!

(HORN)

Forward post to Lee One.
They're coming through
the gate. Over.

Command post to Lee One.
Vehicle on the way. Over.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What is this?

They were all right
here just hours ago.

I... I don't understand.

See those racks?
They were filled.

What's going on here, Dean?

Moreland?
Who is this boy?

He's the ranking cadet.
Moreland.

Do you have any
explanation for this?

My God, son. Where
are all the weapons?

The weapons are secured, sir.

What do you mean secured?

You mean you stole them?

No, sir.
We confiscated them.

I don't believe this.
Dean, where's the phone?

There's one in the
office near the entrance.

I'll call the state police.
Afraid not, sir.
We've cut the lines.

Oh, my God.

Listen, kid, if you don't
turn those weapons over
immediately,

you're going to jail.
Now don't be an idiot.

The right to bear
arms is guaranteed in
the Constitution, sir.

You tell us where
you put those weapons

or this'll be the
sorriest day of
your life.

All right!
We have three demands.
They're very reasonable.

When they're met,
we'll be happy to
return every weapon,

every shell.
You say "we," who else...

Number one.
I want a meeting
with General Bache...

Put your hands
behind your back!

Now you stay
wherever you are, sir.

(GUNS BEING COCKED)

Number two.

I want
a commission to look into
the selling of this academy

to real estate interests.

Number three.

I want a meeting between
my officers, myself, and
the board of trustees

to discuss alternatives to
the closing of this academy.

That's it.
That's all we want.

(ENGINE CUTS OUT)

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS)

What's the problem?

Green light, Pierce.
Come on. Let's go.

Oh, shit.

Want me to
check under the hood?

Forwhat?

I'll knowwhen I
get there, won't I?

Hey, what's it look like?

Try it now.

Why's Dwyer
checking the hood?

Are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

JC?

JC!

(SHOUTING)

Wake up, Pierce.
Are you reading me?

Dwyer, this is starting
to be a real emergency
situation here.

Hey, JC, are you
catching that action?

Hey, you guys
having some problems?

Yeah,
I see 'em.
I see 'em!

Yeah, I'm talking to you!

Dwyer, for Christ's sake
hurry up!

Come on, let's go.
You guys having
a problem?

Dwyer!

Yeah, yeah.

Dammit, Pierce, come on!

Dwyer, you better
get back in the truck.

(RAISED VOICES)
Shit.

You cretins
lose something?

No, just
a little mechanical...

You're the bastard
who killed Don.

(SHOUTING)

(GUNFIRE)

Move over here, quick!

Move, move, move, move!

Come on! Move out!

Come on! Let's go!

(SIREN)

Watch it!

Watch those rifles
and stay to the right!

Keep it moving!
Keep it moving!

Come on! Keep it moving!

Heads up! Look alive!

Put that ammunition down
right there.

Let's go! Let's go!

Move it!
Move it!

Hustle up!

Soldier, bring that
around over there!

Come on, soldier!
Let's go, hurry!

You hear from
them yet in town?

They're coming home.

Here they come!

(HORN)

We got it!
(ALL CHEER)

What the hell were
you doing back there?

Pulling your lame
ass outta the grinder.

It's okay,
you don't have to
thank me, shithead.

I could kick your ass
from here to Albany.

Why don't you try?

What's going on?
This guy's a maniac, Brian.

He rammed a sheriff's car.
All right, what's the problem?

The problem
is this asshole
just shot up the town.

No, I didn't buy into this
to blow people away,
for Christ's sake!

We're here, ain't we?

We're not messing
around with townies or
sitting in jail, we're here!

All right, come on,
did you get the food?

Sure did.
Half of it, anyway.

All right, half is
better than nothing.

The guy's a maniac, Brian.
He rammed a sheriff.

Damn right.
Saw my duty
and I did it!

(SHOUTING)

Everybody, quiet down!

Hulk! Get a few men,
escort the bus beyond
the gate.

You're gonna
let them go?

Yeah, Hulk. We're soldiers.
At least, we're supposed
to be.

We're not gonna take hostages.

I want the officers in
administration building
in 15 minutes.

All right, squadron, let's
move out and move the food!

(ALL SHOUT)

Attention!

I don't ever want to see
what I just saw out there.

We didn't train
to go spastic at the
first sign of trouble.

Goddamn! I'm glad the
general didn't see that.

These cadets
will follow you
only if they respect you.

All right. Sit down.
At ease.

Okay, how'd we
lose the truck?
It stalled down.

The townies had
Dwyer and me in
a hard place.

Shawn grabbed the chance
to use his shiny new weapon.

We were in
an explosive situation

which jeopardized
the entire mission.

I simply
defused the situation.

That's just beautiful.
You really have a way
with words.

He did get us out of it, Alex.

Dwyer, you'd still be
getting thrown around
by those townies

if he hadn't cut
loose a few live rounds.

Look, Alex, I don't like
the idea of gunplay either,

but the mission was successful
and nobody got hurt.

No, that's my whole point!

Now, I don't call
what happened today
a successful mission.

Naturally.

Look, we have to let
people know we're serious.

We just
also have to let them know
we don't want to hurt anyone.

All right, look,
what are we asking?

We're asking that the
school be kept open.
That's all.

Other kids are
vandalizing their school.
We want ours to stay open.

Now if we behave like soldiers
and not a bunch of kids in
a riot,

we can win this.

It's just gotta
be done by the book.

Yeah, that's
all I'm asking.

It'll be done by the book.
We stick together, we go
the whole nine yards.

Agreed?
ALL: Agreed.

(SIREN)

Sound the general alarm.

Boys, this is
Lieutenant Hanson
of the state police.

Now before things get
out of hand,

put down your weapons
and open the gates.
You hear me?

We have conditions first.
Let's have an answer
on those.

You have illegally
seized private property.

Under the revisions
of the state penal code

you have
committed grand larceny.

You have also
threatened the life
of a federal officer.

Nobody's life was threatened.
Now what about those demands?

You have
fired upon citizens
and a deputy sheriff.

You boys are all in
very serious trouble.

Put down your weapons
or we'll take you in
by force.

What about the demands?

You have one minute
to comply.

Get down!

35 seconds.

Can we speak to General Bache?

15 seconds.

Prepare to assault!
Prepare to repel!

Don't shoot me!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

Don't shoot me!

Pull it back!

Would you
describe the situation here
at Bunker Hill as stalemate?

I would not
call it a stalemate.

We're trying to ascertain

how many of the cadets
are actually rebellious
and how many are hostages.

We hadn't heard
there were any
hostages.

We have reason to
believe there are, sir.

Are the state police
prepared to use force to
bring the situation to an end?

We will protect
the lives and the property
of the people of the state.

If it means resorting...

Even if that means...

They won't interview us.

The police won't let 'em.

Why do I
get the feeling that
that guy would get pleasure

blowing our brains
all over his truck?

Do you see any
way out of this?

Depends on Bache.

I'm wondering
about that heart attack.

What if
General Bache never
even had a heart attack?

What if they're
just keeping him from us?

Why would they do that?

I don't know. To rattle us.

Make more of the whole
thing than we ever wanted.

We never wanted
any goddamn war.

(PLAYS REVEILLE)

Order!
Order!

Arms!

Company commanders,
take your posts.

Prepare for inspection.

Major! Hey! Hey!

Something's going on!

The head cop's on the box
and he wants to talk
to you, sir.

All right! We got it!

(ALL CHEER)

Shawn, take over!

Battalion dismissed!

Yaw!
(ALL CHEER)

This is Major Moreland.
Over.

This is Sergeant Briggs.
Yes, sir.

I have a delegation here
that wants to meet with you.

You tell the board we'll
be honored to meet
with them.

It's a delegation
of parents.

Parents?
Six of them.

The man in charge is
Master Sergeant
Kevin Moreland.

Will you talk to them?

Yes, sir.
Send them in
at 0930 hours.

Affirmative.

So it's your father.
So what?

Damn near everybody here
in this place has got
a mother or father

hanging around
outside that gate.

You don't.

Yeah, well,
I'm a hard case.

Sorry.
Forget it.

Look, at least
your old man has got
a nodding acquaintance

with the real world.

Hell, I like him.

Everybody
likes my old man.

You do too, Brian. Admit it.
That's why you're so scared.

No, I ain't scared.

I don't know if I like him.
I'm still thinking about it.

Yeah, well,
don't rush into anything.

When my mother died,

I was sitting
in the hallway in
the army hospital.

I was worried as hell.
'Cause I knew she was
real sick.

She had this
bad kidney thing.

So I'm sitting there
and my father comes
out of the room

and tells me
that she's dead.

He led me to
this little chapel
they had there in the hospital

and he sat me down and
he told me I could cry
for 15 minutes.

He gave me 15 minutes to cry
and after that I wasn't
supposed to cry again.

So he left me
alone in the chapel

and came back...
he came back 15 minutes later.

Jesus. What did you do?

Well, I did
what I was told.

I cried for 15 minutes.

She was a beautiful woman,

my mother.

She was crazy
about the old man.

I don't know,
I guess he loved her too.

You never
told me that story.

Yeah, I was 12.
That's when I came here.

(DOOR OPENS)
Brian.

Hey, Brian, they're down
at the gate. Better get going.

All right.

When this is over,
you and me are gonna
go round and round.

Yeah? But first you're
gonna move your goddamn arm.

Hello, Brian.

Hello, sir.

You look like you
might have grown
an inch or two.

You've put on
a couple of pounds too.

A couple.
Sorry you had to come
all the way up here, sir.

Nah.

How you doing, Alex?
Hello, Sergeant Moreland.

The old place looks
a little different...

Come on Moreland,
get to the bottom line.

Hold your water.

Bottom line.

The truth is,
Brian, these folks are
worried about their kids.

The poop back there said
some of them are being held

in here
against their will.

No, that's not true.
Everyone in here is here
because they want to be here.

I don't believe it. Our son
would not be involved in
something like this.

Lady, if my son
can be involved
in it,

your son
can be involved in it.

Let's not get
holier-than-thou.

Let us see
our children and
hear it from them.

Yes.

Ma'am, I can't call my
soldiers away from
their posts

just to calm down
their parents.
I'm sorry.

My God!
You're only children!

They're gonna
try to add kidnapping
to the rest of it, kid,

you oughta know that.

We want to see our kid.
I'll try to arrange something.

Good. Now, we're
getting somewhere.

It'll be done
under my terms.

I hope you're very
proud of your son,
Sergeant Moreland.

You have fathered
a perfect son of a bitch.

You people shut up!

I can't think through
all your static.

We aren't in the army,
Sergeant.

No apologies necessary.

Just keep the hell quiet
and let me take care
of this.

Frigging feather merchants.

I don't blame them, sir.
It's a little hard to
understand.

Ever get in the habit?

No, sir. No, thanks.

Smart.
Damn things
will kill you.

What am I gonna tell
those people outside?

Sorry, sir.
I never thought
this would involve you.

Let me tell 'em
it was growing pains.

The wrong execution
of the right idea.

The wrong execution
of the right idea?

Yeah. They'll
understand that.

Look, Brian, all the men in
our family have been soldiers.

I know.
Just plain old dogfaces

with a knack
for surviving.

I was hoping somebody
along the line would
break into brass.

I have my command, Dad.

I don't think
you're thinking straight.

What you have here
is a bad way to lose
a pretty bright future, kid.

Stop calling me kid.

You expect me
to call you Major?

You can forget it.

Look at this operation.

You got all your strength
nose to nose with the cops.

Eventually even those
bullhorn yo-yos are
gonna figure out

you've got a vulnerable rear
flank and they're gonna
sneak in there.

Maybe over there.
Over there, by the field,
behind the cover of the trees,

and they're
just gonna throw a net
over your little pink asses.

You can say all that...

The first canister
of tear gas,

half your troops
will wet their pants
and run like rabbits.

Or for that matter, how bright
was it to let this delegation
in here?

Look at me.
Within 5 seconds,
I could break your neck

and you wouldn't be
able to do a thing
about it.

You'd be shot. My next
in command would take over.

I read that book too.

On the other hand,
we could take you all
as hostages or prisoners,

but we won't.
We have a code of honor here.

Sweet Jesus! A code of honor.
Is that what this is
all about?

Somebody's lofty load
of shit about honor?
Yours?

Yes, mine,
and I learned it here.
General Bache lives it...

Bache?
Are you kidding me?

Bache is here because
there's no place...

He is the example
we all try to follow!

Bache has been passed over
so many times,

he's got a permanent
stiff neck from the draft.

I'll tell you about Bache!

Bache is living proof
that horses' asses
outnumber horses!

Captain Shawn, escort my...
the sergeant off the base!

Muster the men
in the quad.

Yes, sir.

We've pulled together
pretty well, haven't we?

ALL: Yes, sir!

General Bache
would be proud of us.

And if he were here,
I know he'd tell us
to hold out.

To finish what we've started
and not to be halfway about
anything.

But outside they're saying
that some of you are being
held against your will,

that you really
don't want to be here.

Now either they're
right or we're right.

Nobody's gonna cut you down if
you honestly don't believe in
what we're doing here,

or if you're afraid
of parents or the cops.

So anybody who
isn't 100 percent sure

of why we're here
and what we're doing,

take one step forward.

Battalion!

CAPTAINS: Company!

Attention!

Left!
Left!

Face!

Forward!
Forward!

March!

Major Moreland,
he's our man

Major Moreland, he's our man

Bunker Hill
we make our stand

Sound off
One, two

Sound off
Three, four

One, two, three, four

(RADIO PLAYING SLOW HAND
BY THE POINTER SISTERS)

Sir?
You got any grenades?

Thank you, sir.

You got any grenades?
Sure.

Can I have one?
Here you go.

Thanks.
Oh, and, Shovel?

Don't eat it.
Cute.

Carry on.
Thank you, sir.

Any news from the outside?
Ten-hut.

Carry on.
No news, sir.

His batteries are down, sir.
We can't even pick up the
shitkickers.

We can see them
from here, sir.

They're all
sitting with their
thumbs up their asses.

They don't scare us,
do they, Charlie?

No, sir.

Me either, sir.
They don't scare me.

Good night, guys.

BOTH: Good night, sir.

Charlie.

That's what I call
grace under pressure.

Why not?
Nero fiddled
while Rome burned.

That wasn't grace,
that was crazy.

It all depends on your
point of view, doesn't it?

That's Peru. Meaning?

Meaning maybe
this is just as crazy.

Alex, you've been picking at
this thing from the beginning.

What's wrong with you?

Things are going beautifully.
We're in better shape now
than we began.

Now we're a corps.

General Bache
used to talk about
men under pressure.

How they act as one.
Come together.
We're seeing it.

Thus spake Saint Bache.

Okay.
He's only a man, Brian.

Like your father,
like my father.
Just a man.

Not every word
out of his mouth
is some holy nugget.

Right. Whatever you say.

Look,
don't let that display
of loyalty go to your head.

It won't mean beans
to anybody out there.

They'll say it was
frustrated brainwashing.

Hell, maybe they're right.

I half expected you
to be the one to
break ranks.

Head for the
comforts of home.

The thought
crossed my mind.

What stopped you?

My sense of honor may be
a little ragged around
the edges,

but I don't
walk out on a friend.

If you want
to argue about this,
we'll argue in the morning.

I've got to
get some sleep.

All right.
It can wait
till morning.

What do you think they put
in those flak jackets?
Is it lead or what?

No. Lead's too heavy.
They wouldn't be
able to move.

They probably use
some sort of super-plastic.

I read that it's
got something to do
with the configuration...

Hey, wanna try and
spell that, bonehead?

He couldn't even
spell his own name.

What are you laughing at?
Keep it down.

(VEHICLES APPROACHING)

Shit. Down. Berets off.

Forward
observation
to command post.

Convoy approaching.
Looks like heavy stuff.

Have C Squad
cover the rooftops.

C Squad,
rear of the building!
A Squad, behind the trees!

How's it going, Brian?
They had to call in
the heavyweights.

Can I get more
power on the rooftops.

I already have, sir.

Then reinforce the
rear and left flanks.

Yes, sir.

No one fires unless
I give the order,
understood?

CADETS: Yes, sir.

Man, this is too much!
There must be 100 trucks
coming in here.

Don't sweat it.

WOMAN OVER LOUDSPEAKER:
Stephen Miller?

Stephen Miller?

It's Mom, honey.

Will you listen to me, please?

It's still not too
late to come out of there
and forget it ever happened.

We have such a wonderful
summer planned for you.

Don't go and get involved
in something like this.

Please.

Don't spoil everything now!

Please.

Come out and
at least talk to us.

Five minutes.
Just let us know
you're all right.

MAN: Charlie Auden!
This is Dad, Charlie.

Your mother and I are
pretty scared out here.

She's crying all the time.
I can't stop her.

You were never all that crazy
about this school.

You've been complaining
all year.

We can't figure out why you're
in there somewhere with a gun.

I mean,
we just can't believe it.

Come on home, Charlie.

Look, you can go to
any kind of school
you want to.

Just come out of there.

Please come out.

Don't hurt yourself.

Come on out.

WOMAN: Billy. Billy,
I hope you can hear me.

Billy, look you've always
gone along with the crowd,

and I know kids are like that.

But this is one thing
you've got to do for
yourself.

Sometimes being accepted by
your friends isn't worth
the price.

Your real friends...

Who goes there?
Lieutenant West.

Advance and be recognized.

Stand easy.

Everything okay?
Yes, sir.

What are your orders?

Shoot
anything that comes over,
under or around the wall.

On whose orders?

Captain Shawn's, sir.

Carry on.

Yes, sir.

Just a minute.

Would you?

Yes, sir. No problem, sir.

Carry on.
Yes, sir.

Any contact?

No. Nothing.

Maybe they just plan on,
you know, just coming in.

They would have done that
if that's what they came for.

I was hoping to get some
word on the general,
see how he's doing.

Bug, go to the mess hall
and get us a pot of
hot coffee.

Yes, sir.

Sit down.

Do you
really expect them
to negotiate with us?

Yeah. They're not gonna stay
out there forever. We'll
hear from them.

I don't know, Brian.

Things might escalate.

Escalate? How?

For one thing,
Shawn's Red Berets
are really pumped up.

There's a sentry out there
ready to shoot to kill.

That's a sentry's job.

What good is he if
he's not prepared
to shoot?

Maybe he's a little
more than ready.

And it's coming
from Shawn, Brian.

I think he's running private
little pep rallies out there
for them or something.

A natural-born leader.

He's got me
a little worried, is all.

He's too much into this.
He's at a pitch, man.

He's always been
like that, Eddie.

After the Hulk, who would
you want on your side if
you were in a fight?

Well... Shawn.

Right.

First I'd want to talk
my way out of the fight.

Who wouldn't?

Now, listen. Nobody
here wants to get killed.

They know
we're right and they're not
gonna come in here shooting.

Trust me, Eddie.

(BUGLER PLAYS REVEILLE)

MORELAND: Order!

CAPTAINS: Order arms!

Parade!
Parade rest!

Company commanders,
front and center.

Status?
D Troop, two men missing, sir.

Alpha Company,
four men missing, sir.

Charlie Company,
five men missing, sir.

Bravo Company,
all present, sir.

Very well.

1 1 goddamn scumbags!
Hold it down!

The next yellow
puke that goes...
Shawn!

I want a full report from the
roommates of the 1 1 that are
missing. And I want...

MAN:
Major Moreland.
Major Moreland.

Contact Colonel Kerby.

You're the fellow
who started all this.

Major Moreland, sir,
the ranking cadet.

Yes.

I understand you're quite
a leader, Major Moreland.

Sir, we were
all well trained
here at Bunker Hill.

That's part of why
we won't give it up.

I can understand that.

What's another 100
condominiums, more or less?

Condominiums are more
easily built than leaders.

Yeah. Exactly.

Only...you and I don't have
the last word on that subject.

But I do
have something
to say about it.

Mr. Moreland,
you know and I know that
it's never gonna go your way.

You do know that, don't you?

You got something
to tell me, Colonel?

I'm telling you.

Brian,
I'm no fancy negotiator
with a PhD in psychology.

That's not what
I do for a living.

I'm the governor's muscle.
I get called when he gets
nervous.

Don't try to scare us.
The police already
tried that.

I know,
and your parents
didn't fare any better.

But I've got to let you know
what's going on out there.

They don't see you guys
as rebels with a good cause.

They think you're
homegrown terrorists and
it's got 'em scared shitless.

Nice American boys
don't act like this.

We have a home here.

Something we think
is worth defending.

Why is that so
tough to understand?

Sure, and you have
the right to defend it,
in all the accepted ways.

Hell, I'll help you.

But you can't
start by stealing
government property.

I've seen what happens
when you go the other way.

We'd get up to bat
and the game would
be over.

At least you
would all be alive,

which is all I give
a damn about.

Don't worry about us.

How many kids
do you have here?

Come on, for Christ's sake.
It's not classified
information.

100?

1 15?

I've seen ten create a fearful
momentum and you have over
100 here. With weapons.

And some really
don't want to be here...

You saw the muster yesterday.
They had a chance to leave,
they stayed.

1 1 kids did leave.

Sounds like 1 1 boys who
weren't much good
to us anyway.

I don't care
what happened here.

I don't wanna see scared kids
crawling over the wall in
the middle of the night.

You won't. Escort the
colonel back to the gate.

Yes, sir.

You don't have
a whole lot of
time, Brian.

Colonel Kerby, sir.

As you were, soldier.

Jesus Christ! They're
either soggy or stale!

It's good training for
a young captain,
Mr. Pierce.

Those guys are probably
sending out for pizza.

Weekend warriors!

One big difference
between those guys
and us.

They're used to
shooting at people.

Are you kidding?

On a Monday morning,
these guys don't know
a muzzle from a rat's ass.

Bet we could find a witness
to say different.

Yeah, but they
couldn't shoot back.

Captain Shawn.
Yes, sir.

Call the corps to formation.

Everyone?
Yes, everyone.

Yes, sir.

(BUGLER PLAYS ASSEMBLY CALL)

Corps all present
and accounted for, sir.

Stand at ease!

Gentlemen,
when we started this,

we agreed it would
be done by the book.
A military operation.

Someday
we'll be respected
for what we've done.

Last night
1 1 cadets jumped the wall.

And today they're saying,
outside,

that the rest of you
must be hostages.

A decision
has to be made
and it has to stick!

We can't tolerate
any more desertions.

If you
don't have the guts
for what we've taken on,

walk out now in
the light of day.

If you're as
committed as I am, stay.

We'll win this battle.

We'll win it with honor.

Otherwise step forward,
lay down your weapons,
walk out.

Take off that beret.

Lieutenant West requesting
permission to be dismissed,
sir.

Brian.

Look, Brian...
Dismissed.

Detail, right face!

Forward march!

(HELICOPTER OVERHEAD)

(LOUDSPEAKER)
I don't know what's going on.

I can't believe you love the
school so much to sit there
and want to die for it.

Maybe I underestimated
those damn tapes.

Kids I can understand,
Hulk was always marginal,

but West.

It was a big mistake, Brian,
if you don't mind me saying.

Bache would have
never played it
that way.

Yeah. I wish
I could talk to him.

He'd tell us to hold out.

Yeah, I know he would.

Why don't you go
grab some sleep?
Go on.

Sleep. Can you sleep?

Me? Slept like
a baby this afternoon.

Two whole hours.

Go on,
lie down, Brian.
You'll feel better.

Wake me
if something happens.

Will do.

Hey! Hey!
What the hell's
going on here?

Hey! Where's the water?
Who turned off the goddamn...

How does it look?

It's okay right now.

We should guard
the other water heaters.

Let's make thirst
a capital offense.

He's right. We run out
of water, we've had it.

If we can't
trust our own guys,
what's the point?

We couldn't trust
them to stay with us.

How can we trust
them to save water?

West cut our
strength in half.

Wait a minute, dammit.

He is our friend.
With friends like that...

Hey! I don't wanna
hear anyone bad-mouth West.

He did
what he felt was right.

Put guards on
the water supplies.

Yes, sir.

Brian!

MASH!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Any news?

You want the news?
I'll give you the news.

We take you
now to reporter Alex Dwyer
on the scene of the uprising.

I'm outside the gates
of Bunker Hill Academy

talking to
a National Guardsman,

a young man not much
older than the infants

who have taken over
this old institution.

Let's see
what the grunt
on the street says.

Trooper, how do you feel
about the possibility of
taking this school by force?

Give me those!
I'd like to frag the freaks!

Sir, what's your
opinion of this crisis?

I feel sorry for
the little cherubs.

It's society's fault.
We failed to meet
the needs...

Thank you,
Private Bleeding Heart.

We take you now
to a press meeting,
live in progress,

with Colonel Adolf Kerby
of the National Guard.

Can you hear me?
You're an ass, Dwyer.

It's the governor's
fervent hope that force

will not be necessary
in retaking the school.

However,
the governor
will not stand by

indefinitely and
allow this to continue.

Let's have an interview
with Major Moreland.

What's going on here?

What's going on here?

(ALL TALK AT ONCE)

I'm here inside the
walls of Bunker Hill...

On your feet! Let's go!

...with Major Brian Moreland,
commander of the rebellious
youths.

Correction.
Defending cadets.
Let's go. Come on.

There seems to be
some dissension...

No, this is
a military operation.

A military operation.
I see.

No dissension,
no desertion and no...

Knock it off!
Those of you not on
station should sleep.

You can't escape
the press that easily.

Knock it off!
It's not funny anymore!

It's getting to be
a real pain in the ass!
Drop it!

Back to you, Walter.
The major's getting
pissed off.

Come on. Move out.

And we don't want to
piss off the major.

Piss off the major,
you find yourself escorted out

between two of
Shawn's Red Berets.

You just
keep going and going,
don't know when to stop.

Think with your brain,
you'll piss off the major.

Piss off the major
and you find yourself

escorted out just
like the major's father.

Leave my father out of this.

Reason with the major,
out you go.

Let's go.

Pretty soon
there'll be nobody left
but one pissed-off major.

Knock it off!
We've had enough!

You don't wanna
save this school
for posterity.

You wanna wear it
like your own cocoon!

Just you and Bache,
snug as two bugs
queer for each other.

Stay back.

Come on, Brian!
Get him!

(SHOUTING)

SHAWN:
Hold it down!
Hold it down!

They turned off the power.

Turn 'em on!

Hold it down!

What's that noise?

(METALLIC RATTLING)

Listen up! Get your weapons
and man your battle stations!

Check the 50s and 60s.
Make sure they're
prepared and ready.

(SHOUTING)

Come on!
Move, move, move!

Don't let friendship
keep you here anymore.

Don't worry.

Get down.

(TANK ENGINE TURNED OFF)

Give me a wire brush,
Charlie.

Looks like it
hasn't been run
since World War I.

Yeah, if then.

OK, that ought to do it.
Hold your breath.

All right,
hit the switch.

Got it.

(SCREAMS)

Go on, get somebody.

Major Moreland.

You know you're
responsible for
that boy?

It was an accident.

I've gone to the mat
with the civil authorities.

I'm urging them to
take into consideration
your youth and the strain...

Cut the bullshit.
Nobody in here's
young anymore.

Excuse me if
I don't shed tears
over your lost youth.

You've had your
chances to toss it in.
You've got this chance.

The governor is this close
to ordering us to take you
in by force.

When that order comes,
I'll do it

and you won't ever
be that unhappy again.
I'll have to do it.

They want us to be
good little boys now

so we can fight some
war for them in
the future.

Some war they'll decide on.
We'd rather fight our own
war right now.

Brian,
we're talking
about boys so young

they haven't got
hair one between
their legs.

That's never been any
qualification for a soldier.

Good Christ!

The final stage
of any mobilization

is the children,
the seed corn.

What in God's name
did they teach you
in here?

What did they
turn you into?

A soldier.
The only thing I
ever wanted to be.

A soldier? No,
goddammit, I'm a soldier,

with the career
goal of all soldiers.

I wanna stay
alive in situations
where it ain't easy,

but you, my friend,
you're a death lover.

I know the species.

17 years old and
some son of a bitch

has put you in
love with death.

Somebody sold you on the idea
that dying for a cause is
romantic.

Well, that is the worst kind
of all the kinds of bullshit
there is!

Dying is only one thing.
Bad.

Don't find that out. Please.

We'll reduce our
demands to just one.

I'm listening.

A meeting with General Bache.

Let the order come
directly from him.
We'll obey.

General Bache died
last night at six o'clock.

You son of a bitch.

You and I have
nothing more to talk about.

(DRUMMER PLAYS
SLOW, SOLEMN RHYTHM)

Company, halt!

Left face!

Firing detail, ready!

Take aim! Fire!

Take aim! Fire!

Take aim! Fire!

(BUGLER PLAYS TAPS)

General Bache...prized
this sword.

It was given to him
by General MacArthur

in appreciation of
his service.

And he used to say it was
forged in the furnace
of honor.

What I know of honor
I learned from him

and what I know of dignity
I learned from him.

He taught us
there are things
worse than death.

Defeat, dishonor.

General Bache,
we commit your
spirit to eternity,

to the company
of great soldiers...

and great souls.

Company, left face!

Forward march!

(DRUMMER PLAYS
SLOW, SOLEMN RHYTHM)

How come they knocked off
the tapes, Charlie?

I don't know.

Probably just to
keep us wondering.

It's working.

Yeah.

Charlie?

I'm scared.

I mean it.
I'm really scared.

We're all gonna get killed.
I know it.

No, we're not, Derek.
Try to think of
something else.

I can't.

Please,
let's just give up, okay?

I mean, we'll leave, okay?
Please?

It'll be all right.

No, it won't.

Close your eyes.

I can't.

Get low, Derek. Come on.

(SOBS)

Derek! Derek, don't run!

I don't wanna die!

Derek! Don't run!

Derek!

KERBY: Hold your fire!

Stop!

You boys in here,
this is the end of it.

Right now, right here.

You're coming out.
Someone finally
had to die.

Kerby,
hold it right there!

You will talk to
our men through us.

I want all of you boys to know
that at dawn we will take
this campus.

My men, our tanks,
our helicopters, we
will take this campus.

I don't want to see
any more of you boys die.

SHAWN: Men,
stand fast and listen up.

You are soldiers.

You will continue
to follow the orders
of your superior officers.

You will continue...

Those who don't
want this to happen,

at dawn throw
down your weapons

and run
to the nearest
National Guardsman.

We will do our best to
protect you and to see
that you get out safely.

Like they did Charlie!
The bastards killed him!

Mr. Moreland!

Dawn.

I got a tank up here, Billy.

Where's Moreland?

Bug, where's Moreland?

I don't know.

Not here.

Have you seen Shawn?

No.

They've all disappeared.

I don't know where anybody is.

BACHE'S VOICE:
...honor, country.

These are the
virtues instilled in
a cadet at Bunker Hill.

They form
the backbone
of a curriculum

which has produced
a long and illustrious
line of soldiers and statesmen

who have served
the United States

with distinction
since before the
Civil War.

At Bunker Hill our goal is
not only to educate the boy,

it is to develop the man,
to plumb potential,

to nurture it in an atmosphere
of strict discipline and
intensive training.

Those boys who are dedicated
often find acceptance to
West Point,

Annapolis or the Air Force
Academy, where...

I was thinking about Charlie.

You know, he came in here
scared of his own shadow,
homesick.

Used to cry himself to sleep.

I was betting
he wouldn't last the
first week of orientation.

You'd call "Right face"
and he'd go in the
other direction.

And by Thanksgiving
he was calling cadence.

Never got a hit in inspection.
He turned out to be a tough
little kid.

Always so eager to please.

It's getting close to dawn.

That plebe year,
it's a tough time.

Yeah, it is.

Some of them,
like Charlie,
thrive on it.

I did. I... I thrived on it.

I can't remember why anymore.

I was thinking about

that basketball game
we played, one on one,
last winter.

It was so cold,
hurt to breathe,
and your fingers

could barely feel the ball,
you know.

There was no net on the hoop.

We were always arguing the
other's shot didn't go in.
Laughing and acting crazy.

Yeah. I remember that.

It was so dark you
couldn't see the ball
against the backboard.

I love that feeling.

We'll have a rematch,
one on one.

It's gonna
hurt like hell to
leave it all behind.

No one leaves
it all behind, Brian.
We're gonna take it with us.

Were they just words?

Honor, duty, country?

I loved that man.

Being in his presence
made me feel privileged.

But there had to
be something missing
in all that he taught us,

or this wouldn't
have happened.

I... I've done
a terrible thing here.

You weren't alone.
We were all in it together.

It was my command
and I was in charge.

When I knelt
next to Charlie,

I tried to find
some justification.

But honor
doesn't count for shit

when you're looking
at a dead little boy.

You don't think of
the book of remembrance

or bugles or flags
or 21-gun salutes.

All you think about is
what a neat little kid
he was...

and how you're
gonna miss him.

Declare a victory, Brian.

Let's say we won the war.

Let's go home.

(SIGHS)

MORELAND: Fall in!
Fall in! It's over!

Fall in.

Fall in! It's over!

Fall in! Let's go!

Fall in! It's over!

Let's go! Fall in!

Fall in!

Let's go, Lyle.
Fall in.

Bring them up
from the parade field.

Fall in.

It's over.

Let's go, Frank.
Fall in.

Tell 'em to fall in.

Fall in, guys.

Bring it down.

Rusty!

Fall in.

Yes, sir!

Fall in! Fall in down
in the quad. It's over.

Fall in!
It's over!
It's over!

Fall in!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

MORELAND: Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Shawn!

Calling chopper two.
Lay down the smoke!

Shawn! Dammit!

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Move out! Let's go!

MORELAND: Stay inside!
Keep clear!

Shit!

Shawn!

It's beautiful, man!
Beautiful!

(FIRING STOPS)

(DRUMMER PLAYS
SLOW, SOLEMN RHYTHM)

(MARCHING MUSIC)

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

Company, turn!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!