"Go, mount up!" "Move it, move it!" "Feels kind of funny going out with a new LT." "Yeah, I hear Goldman didn't want to base-face either." "Major Darling's making him do it." "Hey, Ru." "What did you do, put in a special request for a Puerto Rican officer?" "Hey, you got it, bro." "Thought this operation needed a little more class." "I just hope he speaks English." "Hey, give the dude a chance." "Cat might be Audie Murphy." "Taylor, you only like him because you think he's rich." "I hear real rich!" "And he might be interested in some solid investment opportunities." "Now, don't bother him, Taylor." "He's got enough on his mind." "It's his first command." "Lieutenant Goldman speaks very highly of you, sergeant." "Says just listen to you, I should be all right." "That's very nice of hear him say that." "We'll get along fine... as long as you don't forget who's in command." "Yes, sir." "Excuse me, sir." "Good morning, sergeant!" "Hey, doctor." "You got somebody coming in?" "Dr. Grennly." "He's a surgeon from Boston." "One more!" "One more!" "Thanks, doctor!" "He's developed a new technique for healing burn victims, and he's volunteered to demonstrate." "Well, we need all the help we can get." "I studied surgery under him at Harvard." "Let's go, Sergeant Anderson!" "We've got a war to fight!" "Look, I gotta go." "Welcome aboard, lieutenant." "You can just relax now because you're flying with the best." "That's good to know." "Let's take her up." "Hey, sarge." "Who's that guy talking to Dr. Seymour?" "I don't know, some doctor." "Well, he looks like a real hot dog to me." "He better be, if he's gonna work on you." "Sir, this says the road to An Loc is open." "So?" "Well, the Big Red One had a convoy shot up there yesterday." "That was yesterday." "Lieutenant, I'm not asking you to lie to the press." "If you've been on that road since sunup this morning, feel free to contradict that release, otherwise, it's official and what you'll say." "Sir, I really don't think I'm the man for this job." "Stop thinking." "Myron." "Myron, can I talk to you for a minute?" "I'm working on this Tet follow-up piece, and I'm hearing some strange stories about your Major Darling." "Alex, he may not be a good officer, but he is my CO." "Yeah, well, if my sources are correct, men are being killed because of his incompetence." "Damn it, Alex, this is not the time, okay?" "Look, just be careful, all right?" "Yeah." "I know there have been some complaints in the past about these press briefings, but I can assure you it's a new day." "And that change is symbolized by our new press officer, a man known to you all since his heroic action in saving a group of Vietnamese civilians, a man known as the GI who cares:" "Lieutenant Myron Goldman." "Lieutenant!" "Lieutenant Goldman!" "Is it true that the VC have An Loc surrounded?" "Has the swing in American public opinion against the war demoralized the troops?" "Have you been made the press officer to influence our reporting of this war?" "I really am not..." "qualified to answer a question like that." "Th-those sort of decisions are made at a much higher level." "Let's go down this trail." "With all respect, sir, we try to stay off the trails." "There's too many booby traps." "We've got a lot of ground to cover, sergeant." "And I don't see any sign of VC." "You never will, either." "We've got an experienced point man." "Let's go." "Go!" "Sarge is the best in the business, LT." "Let's maintain silence on the trail, Ruiz." "Steady." "When you do speak, speak English." "Yes, sir." "Sergeant." "It's a GI." "We've got to get him." "Secure the flank!" "Could be a booby trap." "Percell, Johnson, check it out on the flank." "That man could be dying while you waste time." "He could be booby-trapped, LT." "I'm going after him." "Hey." "Hey, buddy." "It's the tree line!" "Sarge, we gotta help him!" "All right, cover him!" "Cover him!" "Sarge, I'm going!" "I got you, lieutenant." "All right, all right." "Get him out of there!" "All right, marines." "Come on, move it!" "Aaahh!" "Aaahh!" "Hold your fire!" "Hold your fire!" "Sarge, he's hurt bad!" "We need a dustoff." "I think we got 'em, sarge." "I don't know." "They could be trying to flank us." "All right, let's didi outta here, back to the LZ." "Help the new lieutenant, Taylor." "All right, people, we're moving out!" "Let's go!" "Move it." "Let's move him!" "We're outta here." "Let's go!" "It's nice to see you, Jennifer." "It's too bad you're only gonna be here for a week." "Well, it's kind of tough to get away from that clinic." "Must be kind of..." "grim for you here." "Uh... some of the burn victims have more serious injuries, and we can't evacuate them to Japan." "So it means a lot that you've come to help." "That's not the only reason why I came." "Jonathan... it's over." "No, it doesn't have to be." "Come back to Boston." "Work at the clinic." "I am working at a clinic." "I think they're waiting for us." "We'd better get started." "All right, come over here." "Uggh!" "Aaah!" "Give me something for his head!" "He's pretty bad." "Ruiz..." "I owe you." "It was nothing, LT." "You just hang in there, okay?" "You hang in there!" "Let's go!" "Sarge!" "Who's that?" "All right, you see those guys?" "I'll get 'em!" "You cover me!" "I got this side." "Take his other leg." "Let's move!" "Come on, let's move!" "Go." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Come on, come on, I got him!" " Get him in, get him in." " Come on, help me!" "Grab his leg!" "Careful, now, careful!" "Get in!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Golden Eagle 3, this is Blue Velvet, inbound, with wounded, diverting to dispensary pad," "ETA two-zero." "Roger, Blue Velvet." "Copy that." "I thought your platoon was supposed to be north of the highway today." "Got separated." "What's with the rucksack?" "It's classified." " Hey, man, check it out." " Religious statues." "Guess I know why they got separated from their squad." "What's going on?" "They've been looting temples." "I heard Major Darling's paying top dollar for these things." "More Charlies out for a stroll." "They got rockets." "They're probably gonna hit us tonight." "Golden Eagle 3, this is Blue Velvet." "Got some VC porters in sight, carrying 122 mike-mike rockets." "Echo November 1-6-niner-1-5-0." "Better get somebody out here, pronto." "Over." "This is Golden Eagle 6, Blue Velvet." "Good work." "Keep 'em pinned down till our gunships get there." "Over." "I got wounded men, 6." "I'll bring them in, then I'll come back out." "Over." "Negative, Blue Velvet." "This is vital." "Turn that bird around." "Over." "Can he take the delay?" "No way!" "Negative, 6." "No can do." "Over." "Blue Velvet, this is a tactical emergency." "Turn around right now." "Over." "Say again, 6." "You're breaking up real bad." "Don't do this, McKay." "I'm warning you." "Over." "Say again, 6." "I can't read you." "Turn around right now!" "This is a matter of crucial import..." "All right, McKay." "Right shoulder." "Get him up here." "Ready?" "I want that tube in him." "Okay." "We'll get these trousers off." "Okay, we need a chest-tube setup." "I'll do everything I can for him, poor bastard." "You military doctors are lucky." "You don't realize that." "I could spend 20 years in practice and never see wounds like these." "Guy's face got burned by a phosphorus grenade." "He'll make it... but he'll have a face only his mother could love." "Hey!" "Excuse me, but that's a soldier you're talking about there." "Sergeant, we're discussing a case." "Sounds like you're talking about a side of beef." "I mean, come on, good Lord, this man's been through a lot of pain here." "If that soldier has any hope of leading a normal life, it's Dr. Grennly." "We may sound a little callous, but we really do care." "Oh, yeah, you could've fooled me." "I'm not trying to fool you, sergeant, because I don't have to answer to you." "You will have to answer to me if you don't do your best to help this man," "I promise you that." "All right, sergeant." "Are you happy now?" "Get out of here." "We've put a new IV in." "How does that feel?" "Okay, we've got a 60 over 40..." "Lieutenant McKay reporting as ordered, sir." "You disobeyed a direct order out there today, McKay." "Sir?" "Drop the innocent routine, lieutenant." "My radio went out, sir." "Comm-o guys are working on it now." "Is it something in my appearance, lieutenant, that makes it look like I just fell off the turnip truck?" "I beg your pardon..." "Cut the crap, McKay!" "We both know what happened." "You ignored my orders because you think you know more about this war than anyone else." "Well?" "I had wounded men, sir." "I thought they were a priority." "You thought?" "You thought?" "You like flying, don't you, McKay?" "I love flying, sir." "You're grounded." "You're grounded until there's been a full hearing into your behavior." "You've been pushing at the edge too long." "Sir, with all due respect, we're undermanned as it is." "We need every pilot right now." "That is all, McKay." "Sir, you've got my word..." "That is all, lieutenant!" "I want you out of my sight." "Yes, sir." "So while Darling's got me mouthing off to the press, he sends out my men with an inexperienced officer." "The guy gets shot, and he almost gets my men killed." "Oh!" "Well, I doubt if Darling lost much sleep over that." "From what I hear, all he cares about is his image." "Captain who owed me told me he staged a phony battle after Tet, reported somebody else's body count." "This guy'd rather lose the war than lose his next promotion." "Yeah, I know." "I'd love to nail him." "Ooh, I would love to nail him to the wall." "Miss Devlin, Lieutenant Goldman." "Hey, hey." "Double scotch." "Hi, Johnny." "I'm about to get drunk." "Would you care to join me?" "I thought you were flying tomorrow." "No, I'm grounded, by our darling leader, Major Fearless." "What?" "Grounded?" "That bunion-headed rear-echelon sucker." "It's unbelievable!" "Guys are getting wounded looting religious statues for Darling." "Looting..." "What, Darling's orders?" "Yeah, maybe you ought to write that up." "No, no, no." "Darling would never give an order like that." "Nothing you could trace, anyway." "So write some lies." "Lying in the press is something he'd understand." "No, if what you're saying is true, lies won't be necessary." "I'll see you later." "Man, those officers have always got a scam going." "Major Darling is stealing from churches and temples, man." "It just ain't right." "No, but as long as he pays, GIs will keep doing it." "I keep thinking how my mom would feel if someone looted the Abyssinian Baptist." "I just wish there was some way we could return those statues." "Ain't no way, man." "Wait a minute." "Maybe there is." "Dream on, Marcus." "You're talking to the kid, Jim." "Hey, Ru!" "You got a message." "That Lieutenant Escobar wants to talk to you up in the dispensary." "Me?" "What about?" "I don't know, Ru." "Maybe he wants to... dock you." "Here, play for me." "What's he shooting?" "Eight ball." "Your shot." "Reporting as ordered, sir." "Relax, Ruiz." "Sit down." "I'll stand, sir." "You saved my life." "I'm recommending you for the Silver Star." "Where you from?" "Bronx." "Up on 156th Street." "I lived on Long Island my entire life." "Oyster Bay." "You come from a tough neighborhood." "I never drove through there without the doors locked and the windows rolled up." "I know what you mean, sir." "What're you gonna do when you get back?" "I don't know." "Save my money." "Maybe I'll buy a bar or something." "Must be nice having a plan." "You got no plans, LT?" "All of my plans are bought and paid for." "My father owns a few factories in the Garment District." "You mean sweatshops." "My aunt and grandma work down there." "Oh, no, no." "No sweatshops in my family." "My father takes care of his people." "Good, sir." "So I guess you'll be running the family business when you get back into the world." "The thought of doing that the rest of my life..." "I came here to get away from all of that." "You volunteered for this?" "My father knows a congressman." "Could have kept me out of the draft if I wanted to." "He was right, and I was dead wrong." "Well, hey... who's to say who's right and who's wrong in this crazy war?" "Well, listen, Ruiz." "I want you to know I won't forget what you did for me." "Yeah." "Well... you ought to rest, LT." "I got to go anyway." "Those statues gotta be in here someplace." "Look, maybe we ought to forget this, Marcus." "We can get in all kinds of trouble, man." "What're you talking about?" "You're the one wanted to get these things back into the hands of the people." "Have I ever steered you wrong?" "Forget I asked." "Marcus." "Bingo." "I'd like you to reconsider grounding McKay." "I realize he's a hot dog, but he's saved my men time and again going into LZs that other pilots wouldn't even consider." "The McKay issue is closed." "Sir, there are a lot of men in this command that owe their lives to McKay." "Closed, Goldman." "Anything else?" "Yes, sir." "My men are going out on a recon tomorrow, and I'd like to request permission to go with them." "You're much too valuable to risk on a mission like that." "And my men are much too valuable to risk with another inexperienced officer." "Sir, I believe my place is with them." "Lieutenant, you've done more than your six months combat time." "You need some staff experience." "Plus, you're the first good publicity the command has had since Tet." "A genuine hero." "But I am not a hero!" "Modesty, I like that." "Keep it." "It'll play." "Sir, I was drunk and disorderly." "I was not trying to save anyone's life." "My actions were just misinterpreted." "I don't care if you were in that bar with a 10-year-old girl, shooting dope." "Everyone thinks you're a hero, and the Army needs it that way, and I need you as my press officer." "Now, I'm sure I've made myself clear." "Hey." "Hi, Zeke." "How you doing?" "Fine." "Well, I came at a bad time?" "Oh, no, no, no." "Come on in." "I just..." "want you to meet an old friend of mine." "Dr. Jonathan Grennly, Zeke Anderson." "Yeah, I met the sergeant in surgery." "I'm afraid I didn't make a very good impression on him." "Sometimes Jonathan's a little short on bedside manner, but with his help, we're gonna do a tremendous amount of good work here." "Don't embarrass me, Jennifer." "I'm not doing a hell of a lot compared to the guys who are over here risking their lives." "Oh, excuse me." "Well, I don't know, doctor." "There're half a million soldiers over here." "We need you guys to patch us up." "It must be kind of rough out there, especially when you think of all the guys back home trying to dodge it." "No, sir." "I don't even think about it." "I get a lot of them coming into my clinic asking for medical deferments." "What do you do?" "If they really want out that badly, then I try and help them." "I think I can separate the politics from what I have to do as a doctor." "You know what I mean?" "I think I know what you mean." "You see, we don't have a lot of time for politics over here." "Well, look, I'm gonna get on outta here let y'all get back to what you were doing." "Uh, listen, Zeke, we're, uh..." "We're going to the officers' club for supper tonight." "Do you want to join us?" "I'm not authorized to be in there." "You are tonight..." "as my guest." "Well, we don't want to make the sergeant feel out of place." "Oh, that's all right." "I'll be there." "All right, good." "We'll see you around 8-ish." "That's 2000 hours... ish." "Bed number three." "Thanks." "Specialist Florio..." "I'm Alex Devlin, ANI wire service." "I'd like to ask you some questions." "Questions?" "What kind of questions?" "About the mission you were on when you were wounded." "What mission, lady?" "Look, can't you see I'm lying here all shot up?" "Look, I can promise you no one will know you talked to me, if that's the way you want it." "But I have information about officers sending men out to loot for them." "I don't know what you're talking about." "I know Major Darling's paying you for those statues." "Isn't he?" "Look, why don't you leave me alone, all right?" "Why don't you just get out of here?" "Orderly." "Orderly." "Orderly!" "Hey, GI!" "Oh, baby!" "Who is this guy anyway?" "He's a mediator." "You know, like a... facilitator." "You mean he's a fence." "He'll get these back into the hands of the people." "And give you a little commission." "Just wait out here." "I'll handle this." "Taylor, my friend!" "Nguyen, my man!" "How ya doing?" "Look, I got something for you, some sacred artifacts you might want to keep among your own people." "See, I know when you look at this, you're gonna think quality like this must cost, but I'm here to deal, you know?" "Wait, wait, these are sacred artifacts!" "But they're sacred, man!" "Crazy people!" "Said these things are cursed once removed from the temple." "You think he might be right?" "You okay?" "Yeah, I think so." "You?" "Yeah." "Well, we ain't taking no chances." "These babies're going back to the warehouse." "Sorry to drag you up here again, Ruiz, but I needed to talk." "It's okay, sir." "I've got to get out of here..." "go home." "Medical leave?" "I don't think your injuries are bad enough for that, LT." "That's where you're wrong." "I called my father." "He made some calls." "I'm getting orders home." "You know, I heard of things like that happening... just never saw it before." "Can't say that I'm proud of letting my family bail me out." "That's what I've always done." "Why'd you do it, then?" "I just don't belong in this war." "I try, but..." "I don't want to die here trying to do what can't be done." "You know, we all feel like that sometimes, sir." "You can get over that, though." "Well, if nothing else," "I feel that I've made a friend over here." "You know, it ain't like that." "I just did what anybody'd do." "Anybody didn't do it, Ruiz." "You did." "That's why I gave my father your name." "You're getting orders too, my friend." "You're going home." "Home." " Gurney on the double!" " Unhhh!" "Cook and Tyler, give me a hand!" "Nurse!" "Get A ready, stat." "Get an IV in that guy." "Come on, let's go." "Get some plasma in this fellow right now." "Prep him." "Let's go!" "I want him in there next." "Get out of here!" "I'm not going to make it to dinner tonight, Zeke." "Dr. Seymour, would you get over here and help me, please?" "Zeke, would you get the hell out of here!" "Where do you want this guy?" "Hey, I never saw a photographer in a dispensary before." "This is the Public Information Services." "The Dr. Grennly Admiration Society never sleeps." "What are you talking about?" "It's part of the deal they made to get him over here." "The Army guaranteed him all the publicity he wants." "Can I ask you something, Danny?" "Shoot." "You'd like to get out of here, wouldn't you?" "Out of the Nam?" "Sure, brother." "When my tour's up, I'm gone." "No, I mean..." "what if you could go home before your tour was up?" "What's what if, Ru?" "I mean, what if you could fly over the moon?" "I mean, like..." "Like if you had a friend that was vice president or something, and he says, "Man, I like you." ""I'm gonna sign this piece of paper and you're back in the States right now."" "No question." "I'd go." "But that wouldn't be fair, would it?" "I mean, it's special treatment and all." "I can't believe you answered like that, man." "What about doing our duty?" "Well, yeah... but, Ru, how come it always seems to be us doing our duty?" "I mean, there's rich kids, and they're getting special treatment." "You think everyone that's in college right now is hungry for an education?" "No way." "And what makes you ask me, anyway?" "Nothing." "Forget it." "Write your letter, man." "Hey, Ru?" "You okay?" "Yeah." "Major Darling gave me a key so I could leave the stuff for him." "Now, now, we've got a deal, right?" "Yeah." "I don't want to spend the rest of my tour in Long Binh Jail." "Don't worry about it." "Just show me his souvenirs and I've never heard of you." "They're gone." "Gone?" "What are you talking about?" "I don't know." "Darling only sends them home once a month." "So where are they?" "Taylor!" "Taylor." "It's got to be Taylor." "Marcus Taylor." "Oh, good evening, gentlemen!" "Whoa, Miss Devlin!" "What are you doing here?" "Well, let's..." "Let's just say" "I have a pretty good idea what's in that bag and how you got it." "Miss Devlin, some other dude gave them to us." "That's right." "We were about to put them back." "Well, look, why don't you just give it to me, and nobody will ever know the difference, okay?" "I ain't seen no bag." "Right, Johnson?" "I'm deaf, dumb and blind." "Yeah." "Yeah, it's open." "I, uh..." "I'm sorry I was rude to you back there." "I..." "I just got carried away trying to look after everybody and help Jonathan." "Hey..." "He was more to you than just a teacher, wasn't he?" "That was a long time ago." "Time doesn't always change things." "You're not in competition with him, Zeke, if that's what's bothering you." "Well, I mean, you could have any man you want." "What are you doing with me?" "I'm here because you're who I want to be with." "It's as simple as that." "This war ain't gonna last forever." "I mean, sooner or later, you gotta go on back to the real world: fast cars." "Hell, I'm just still gonna be what I am:" "basic transportation." "Zeke." "If you'd stop feeling sorry for yourself, then maybe you'd realize that I'm in love with you." "And if you'd stop feeling sorry for me, maybe you'd realize you're not." "Do you normally bring ancient artifacts to your interviews, Miss Devlin, or am I expected to debate these fellas?" "I was told they're yours, major." "Well, whoever told you that was wrong." "Although this one is very fine." "Spoken like a connoisseur." "Or should I say "collector"?" "Get to the point." "Well, I understand you've encouraged your men to loot Vietnamese homes and temples, and that you pay a bounty for items of value." "Pay a bounty?" "Sounds like you've suddenly become a novelist." "No, my stories check out, major." "And what's that supposed to mean?" "You think you have some sort of proof?" "Yeah, enough to get something in print." "Along with a picture of Private Florio, who was wounded on one of your looting raids." "I'm afraid I have no comment about any of that, Miss Devlin." "I don't want a comment." "I want a deal." "Two deals." "All right, I'm listening." "First, you stop the looting." "The second deal concerns Lieutenant Goldman." "I want you to give him back his command." "Maybe the field... is the best place for Lieutenant Goldman." "Anything else?" "No." "Thank you, Major Darling." "Proud of yourself, Miss Devlin?" "As a matter of fact, I feel like taking a bath." "You know what?" "I don't know what I'm doing here." "You and Jonathan got off to a rough start." "I really think if you just sit down with each other and talk, you'll like each other." "Yeah." "Hey, sorry I'm late." "Tracking down a decent bottle of wine around here is not easy." "I think you're really going to like this one, though." "Thank you." "Doctor, you did good the other day." "Yeah, I've never seen a man move so fast who wasn't getting shot at." "Well, it was a nightmare, but I think we saved some lives." "There are lives to be saved... in the States too." "Jonathan, we've been over this." "Well, Jennifer had a very promising career in Boston, but she wanted to chuck it all and come to Vietnam." "She's doing a lot of good for the soldiers here, that's for sure." "Mm-hmm." "Yes, I'm not going to take that away from her." "But I think at some point, she has to start thinking about helping herself." "I have been thinking about myself." "And these men are very important to me." "You've seen the way they come in." "They need somebody to talk to." "Well, if you want to deal with broken men, there'll be plenty of men after the war who have problems tenfold of what you're dealing with now." "What do you mean?" "Helicopters are bringing in the wounded in record time." "Now, these men are surviving more than in any other war." "Now, they're going home crippled not only mentally but physically." "So?" "So it's lowering the public esteem of our fighting men." "I think the idea is to keep saving as many lives as possible." "I mean, a man with wounds going home, no matter how severe, is better than one going home in a body bag." "Jennifer, you have done as much as you possibly can here." "Why don't you catch a flight from Saigon with me, hmm?" "You've already got your answer to that question, doctor." "We're just talking about what's best for everyone concerned." "What's best for Jennifer, or what's best for you?" "What's your point?" "My point is, how long have you been here, what, a whole week?" "I don't think you're qualified to talk to anybody about wounded soldiers." "Sergeant, where do you think I learned surgery?" "In the back of a magazine?" "I spent four years in medical school, five years in residency, ten years as a professor, while simultaneously setting up my own practice." "I think I am eminently qualified to talk to anybody about the people that I have dedicated my life to taking care of." "Gentlemen, please!" "I..." "I really think we're all here for the same reason, aren't we?" "Why is everybody getting so upset?" "Excuse me." "I feel the abrupt need for a little fresh air." "Zeke." "I'm sorry." "You ever consider the possibility that Grennly's right, maybe you ought to go back to Boston with him?" "Look, I'll admit it." "I don't like this guy." "I'm not ever gonna like this guy." "But if you stayed here because of me and you missed an opportunity, or something happened to you..." "Jonathan is leaving tomorrow." "I'm here for as long as I need to be." "Be honest with me." "Are you staying here because of me?" "That's part of it." "But it's not the main part." "I never really realized why I was a doctor till I came here." "This is where I belong." "Well, that ought to do it." "The turner rotor's retorqued." "The server mechanism's good as new." "Hey, thanks, McKay." "Now, if you could just fly like me, you'd be in great shape." "Yeah, but nobody can do that, right?" "You just treat this baby right, she'll do right by you." "McKay!" "Hey, LT!" "I didn't think base faces had to fight." "Out of the blue, Darling changed his mind." "Sure wish he'd change it about me." "Sorry about that." "Ain't no big thing." "Hey, good luck out there, huh?" "Yeah." "Let's go, let's go!" "Load 'em up!" "Four-One, this is Bravo 2-6." "Charlie's pulled back to the tree line." "We need an immediate dustoff at the riverbank." "Over." "That's a roger, 2-6." "We're about two klicks upriver from your Alpha Oscar." "Mark the LZ." "Over." "Roger, 4-1." "We've puffed red smoke at the Lima Zulu." "I've got it, 2-6." "We're coming in from your November Echo." "Sit tight." "Come on, put that baby in there." "Machine gun, 11 o'clock!" "Pull it up, 4-1!" "We'll try and get that machine-gun nest." "Over." "I'm taking fire!" "I'm taking fire!" "We're losing it." "We're losing it." "We're gonna go in." "I'm out of control." "Mayday, mayday, mayday!" "Auto-rotate, 4-2!" "Now, now!" "That's a negative, that's a negative." "We're going down." "We're hit!" "Mayday, Mayday!" "4-1 is down." "Over." "Repeat, 4-1 is down." "Over." "Damn!" "I'm going after them." "You're grounded, McKay." "Yeah." "Call flight line and tell the copilot to fire up 1-8-0." "Tell Darling that I went to get them." "Flight line, you're not gonna believe this." "They told us to crank it up, but they didn't tell us who was coming!" "How'd you pull it off, sir?" "From now on, son, you're flying with an outlaw." "Two-Six, this is Blue Velvet." "Am 0-1 klicks from your position." "Over." "Never been so glad to hear from you, Blue Velvet." "We're pinned down by machine-gun fire." "We're gonna mark Charlie's position with yellow smoke, then it belongs to you, over." "I always care enough to send my very best." "Over." "Go." "Aaahhh!" "Yeah!" "Thanks, Blue Velvet!" "We're sending a squad to secure the downed bird, then you can take the rest of us out of here, over." "Roger." "Out." "All right, gentlemen, let's go." "Whoo!" "Right, let's go." "Move, move!" "Ruiz!" "How ya doing, LT?" "I'm leaving." "My orders came through." "I'm on a 4:00 flight to Honolulu." "That's great." "I know it's what you wanted." "Let me give you a hand." "I kept my word." "I got your orders right here." "You're going home, pal." "Thanks, LT." "But I can't." "You can't?" "Why not?" "You know what any man on this base would give to have those papers?" "I do, and I appreciate it, sir." "I really do." "But I just can't leave these guys like that." "Look, they're your friends!" "They'd want you to go." "You're right." "But it's not just for them, LT." "It's for the guys that already went home." "Are you kidding?" "In a couple of days, you'll be visiting them, having a great time." "I'll be visiting graves, sir." "And I just wouldn't feel right about it if I went home like that." "Sir, we have to go!" "Cuidate." "Tu tambien." "Don't want to miss your plane, sir." "You just had to do it, McKay, didn't you?" "You had to disobey another direct order and get out there." "Yes, sir, I did." "Well, now you've forced me to do something, lieutenant." "I'm recommending you be court-martialed for gross insubordination." "I'm glad to hear that, sir, because I was going to recommend that you do the same thing, because I'd like to tell my story to seven combat-experienced field-grade officers, and I'm sure you'd like the opportunity to do the same." "Don't BS me, McKay!" "Those officers believe in the importance of following orders." "I'm not BS-ing anyone, sir, because most of those officers believe in winning the war, not lining their pockets at the expense of their men." "Now, you do what you have to do." "I'll be there." "Careful with those bags!" "They told me you wanted to see me." "That's right, sergeant." "I underestimated you." "Jennifer has more respect for you than I thought." "She listens to you." "She makes her own decisions, doctor." "By the way, I read some of your press releases, and I know all about you playing for the camera." "I tried to save as many lives as I could." "You spent just as much time trying to choose which picture to send back home." "Hey, doctor." "I know who you are, and I know what you are." "You came over here for the publicity for your clinic and to get your ticket punched." "Hey, let me tell you something about publicity." "It can make the difference between a successful clinic and an also-ran." "I can appreciate that, but what I don't buy is balancing your checkbook on the backs of wounded men." "I did my best while I was here." "I was trying to do some good." "And maybe I did get my ticket punched along the way." "What about you, sergeant?" "What are you getting out of this war?" "Basic pay, doctor." "Basic pay, huh?" "That's all?" "Do you think you'd have a chance with a woman like Jennifer back in the States?" "I don't know." "I'd like to think she'd see me for what I am." "Just like she's seen you."