"[♪♪♪]" "SOLDIER:" "Gimme a hand, here." "Come on, now, ladies." "It really ain't that heavy." "Give me a break here, will you, please?" "It's weird turning the barracks into a bunch of classrooms so they can teach us how to be civilians again." "I was a civilian for 20 years." "I thought I did a great job of it." "Yeah, well, I got news for you, Smitty." "It's different now." "It changes once you've been in the service awhile." "These classes, they're just gonna teach you about some choices you're gonna be able to make when you get back to the world." "Maybe even tell you about things that'll give you a problem here and there." "Tell you about some jobs you might wanna try." "What about you, sarge?" "You gonna take any of these classes?" "You're getting smart, aren't you, Hurley?" "Come on, let's go." "Less squalor, more holler." "Come on, move it now." "Come on, you guys." "What you gotta do ain't that complicated." "You just pick something up and you carry it." "Miss Pierson." "Chris." "You got a minute?" "Sure." "Oh, it feels so nice to see them building a school." "When I left the States, people were more likely to be tearing them down." "Listen." "I gotta talk to you about something." "You don't want to come to class any more." "Is that it?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "It's just that in class we've been reading stories about other times and other places and all those good things like that." "Then the next day I go out into the field, and there are no other places out there." "And you feel like it's distracting you?" "Yeah." "I'm thinking things and I'm feeling things that don't have anything to do with war, and they sure as hell don't have anything to do with what I'm doing out there in the bush." "I'm beginning to wonder if maybe I'm not being fair to the people who are counting on me to pay attention enough to take care of their lives out there." "Well, you'll have to decide that for yourself, but I'll tell you one thing." "Attendance has tripled since you've been in that class." "And that's because those men respect you." "They say, "Well, if Sergeant Anderson's doing it, then maybe it's okay."" "Yeah?" "We'll just have to straighten them out about that before they get in trouble, then, won't we?" "Listen, I'm here to show those guys that there are other options in their lives." "Just let me be selfish." "Stay in the class a little while longer so that I can reach more of them." "All right, all right." "I'll be there." "WOMAN:" "John is the greatest, though settling down in Portland at the age of 24 isn't exactly the exciting life you and I used to dream about." "So even though you missed my debut as a virgin, you're forgiven." "I'm really glad you're doing what you want, and I promise not to sink into middle-class oblivion if you promise to keep me up to date on life's big adventure." "I love you and miss you," "Mrs. Laurie Bergson." "P.S. Barbados is a great place for a honeymoon." "MAN:" "Devlin!" "Keep that in mind." "You left the heart out of this story." "What the hell's the matter with you?" "What are you talking about?" "There's still plenty of a story there." "The Army buying $1000 spare tires, the uniforms with only one leg." "It's a perfectly sufficient exposé without including what Colonel Bryco didn't mean to tell me." "Listen, you get an interview with a full-bird colonel, anything he says to you that he doesn't specifically say is off the record is on the record." "Not when the full-bird drinks like a fish." "Come on, you know how many times" "I have put my butt on the line for a story." "Not this time." "Right." "Ever since you started making it with that lieutenant and leaving your objectivity between the sheets." "Wrong." "It may come as a shock to you, but the VC have people who can read English." "They find out that new MBQ radar is unreliable, they'll have a field day shelling our bases." "Not my idea of my journalistic function." "Fine." "You wrote it the way you want to, now I'll fix it before I send it out on the wire." "Okay." "By the way, there's a Captain Palmer from Military Intelligence on his way over to explain how seriously the Army regards this matter." "I guess I should just send him on over to you, huh?" "What's this letter you've been staring at all morning?" "None of your damn business." "Well, what is it?" "Doesn't look like a story to me." "It's from my best friend." "She just got married." "Ha!" "From the look on your face" "I thought somebody had just died." "You know, I resent that." "I'm really happy for her." "Could have fooled me." "Hey, is that Zeke Anderson standing in the shade while everybody else is working in the hot sun?" "Now I will just be damned." "Jim Doyle!" "Of all the places," "I never expected to see you again, Vietnam." "What in the hell are you doing here, old buddy?" "Waiting for you to set up my classroom." "What classroom?" "What, are you a teacher now?" "Uh, not exactly." "Uh, been through a lot of changes since our last rotation." "Bookoo, buddy, bookoo." "Check it out, check it out." "Solid gold." "You see those little studs in there?" "Real diamonds." "Yeah, well, I'll tell you one thing." "You weren't wearing that the last time I saw you hiding in the swamp at Ladybird." "Well, you're not going to get that quality on a sergeant's pay, which is why I'm here:" "to show you sorry grunts how what the Army taught you can get you to the good life." "Well, I'm always open for suggestions on that count, old buddy." "I mean, you can't work for Uncle forever." "Well, it is Uncle, it's just not the Army." "Buddy, see...your old buddy's working for the company." "No, wait a minute." "When you say company... ahem, you mean CIA?" "Well, if you want to call it that." "You see, when I'm not recruiting," "I fly Air America, delivering hard rice." "Or I'm training the locals how to fight." "Now, I know you ain't buying clothes like that on a government salary." "Well, now, it's complicated." "See, the outfit I work for, officially, is a private company, mercenaries." "It's just in case we get caught, then Uncle Sam can say we're not a part of the family." "Wait a minute." "I'm not sure I even want to hear this." "Whoever you work for, they're taking good care of you." "I'm happy for you." "God bless you." "They could take good care of you, Zeke, 'cause you're just the kind of guy we're looking for." "GOLDMAN:" "Sergeant." "When's your tour up?" "Major Darling wants to see us both now." "Yes, sir." "Look here, I gotta go." "I'll catch you later." "All right, and I'll count on it." "Hey, I want to explain this program to you." "You're gonna like it." "So what do you think, LT?" "You figure Major Darling wants to give us a medal for something?" "No." "I think this has to do with Navy commandos." "What, you mean SEALs?" "You ever work with them before?" "About the only thing I know about them is that they're the Navy's equivalent of our Special Forces." "They're supposed to be pretty tough, though." "Yeah, they're tough, all right." "I was part of a support team for one of their underwater demolition operations one time." "When they weren't out in the field, they were running around the base carrying telephone poles and doing a couple hundred pushups for exercise." "Are they as good as they say?" "Well, only one in five makes it through their training program." "They put them out in icy cold water until they're on the verge of hypothermia, then they drag them out and set them on the beach in front of this big warm fire, just far enough away from the fire" "that they can't feel the heat." "Maybe I'm not tough enough on our guys." "The chopper went down somewhere between here and here, in the river." "Everyone aboard, dead." "Major, what's on the chopper that the Army wants back so badly?" "Well, it's Navy." "It's one of their courier ships." "If the intelligence packet is still onboard, we need to get it back." "Lieutenant Ross here is a Navy SEAL." "His concern is that packet." "Your job is to guide him to that river." "I'll take it from here, sir." "The area we're going into has been under enemy control for the last six weeks." "A small party has the best chance." "Excuse me, sir, but isn't it unusual for seals to be working with the Army?" "You're not working with me, you're working for me." "You men are here because you know that area." "However, this is a SEAL mission." "And I am in absolute command." "I couldn't have put it better myself." "Alex Devlin?" "I'm Palmer, Joint Intelligence Office." "Mmm." "Captain." "Well, you're late and I'm starving." "We'll have to talk about this while I get some lunch." "Uh, Miss Devlin, the Joint Intelligence Office usually tries to cooperate with the working press." "However, in this case" "Before you start, I should tell you" "I've decided not to use the information Colonel Bryco gave me." "You have?" "Yeah, but it's not because I'm afraid of the Army." "If it was something I wanted to use, all the thumbscrews they could send down here wouldn't change my mind." "So, what made you decide not to write the story?" "Oh, I wrote the story." "And it's still about how the Pentagon overpays for unreliable equipment." "I just thought that the fact" "[WOMAN SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]" "The fact that our radar isn't working seemed a bit much to sell Charlie for the price of a newspaper." "I must say that makes my day a lot easier." "Thank you, Miss Devlin." "If all the press people had your smarts," "I'd be out of a job." "Oh." "You could always come over here and type for us." "[BOTH LAUGH]" "By the way, we don't use thumbscrews anymore." "No?" "No." "What do you use?" "Well, actually, that's not my territory." "What most of us in intelligence do is update files and put pins in maps." "It's not very exciting." "Our guys in the field live by what you people in intelligence give them." "I think what you do is real important." "I wish someone I know would get himself a job like that." "Friend?" "In a combat unit?" "I really admire what those guys do." "Yeah, so do I." "It's just, um, hard, you know, worrying." "I can imagine." "Icho ko." "Look, I don't have time for lunch, but I'd like to return the consideration you showed us." "There's, um, an embassy party tomorrow afternoon." "There'll be a lot of VIPs there, and maybe I can steer you to a couple stories." "Repay you for the one you gave up." "What do you say?" "Sure." "Sure, it sounds good." "[HAPPY COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]" "You are gonna love what I do." "You work with the latest weapons, like they got this new Israeli submachinegun." "It is not to be believed." "Make you sing in the shower." "Got all this backup, none of this Congressional oversight, none of this bull about crossing some imaginary line." "None of this fighting with your hands tied." "Yeah, I gotta admit that sounds pretty good." "I tell you, it'd be nice to fight for real estate in the daytime that we didn't have to just turn around and give back at night." "Zeke, when your tour's over, you should do what I do." "What are your plans when you deros?" "Mmm." "That just keeps changing." "You remember Binion, don't you?" "Yeah, yeah." "Good man." "I hear he bought it." "Yeah." "I took his body back home." "Yeah, back to the States, huh?" "Bet you it made you think about a lot of things." "Oh, yeah." "It did that." "Yeah." "You know what I'm good at?" "I'm good at shooting, reloading, shooting and reloading." "Made me wonder if I'm even equipped to make it in the real world anymore." "You know, those exact words could have come out of my mouth a year ago." "I'm in the bush three tours, right?" "I go back to the States, I'm packing boxes for this college punk who's got a degree in business." "Oh, man, I gotta admit that would be pretty tough to swallow." "Why the hell should you?" "You're a trained professional who served his country, and I'm here to tell you you do not have to start at the bottom." "You know how much I make a month?" "Five grand." "Now, that's working or lying back." "Five." "Come on, man." "You're lying." "[BOTH LAUGH]" "Look here." "I gotta get some high lead inspection before this thing tomorrow." "But I gave you something to think about, didn't I?" "Oh, yeah." "You did that." "But then you always do." "All right." "I'll catch you when you come back." "We'll talk some more." "Looking forward to it." "[SIGHS]" "I'm serious, Myron." "I want you to rethink what you're doing." "Your girlfriend gets married." "All of a sudden you're thinking about rose-covered cottages, and now you want me out of the field." "It has nothing to do with a rose-covered cottage." "Every time you go out there, I feel like this." "You know, it's..." "It's hard." "It's really hard, worrying whether you're gonna come back wounded or come back at all." "It's what I do." "It's what I'm trained to do." "I can't change that." "Well, I can't stand it." "You know what's really awful?" "Sometimes I wish you'd get hurt so you'd never be able to go back out there again." "Alex, I know this is tough on you, but I can't just quit." "I've got a job." "Well, you've also got a relationship." "And I'm not asking you to quit the Army." "I'm just saying transfer to a staff position." "You've already got more combat time than most officers ever get." "I mean, sit at a desk for a while." "You're ignoring me." "Yes." "I've got a three-man insertion tomorrow in enemy territory, and I know you're worried, but so am I." "What about intelligence?" "Look, it's important work." "It's something you'd be good at." "And the Joint Intelligence Office is kindly disposed to me right now." "Why don't you just let me ask and see if they have an opening, huh?" "Now, look!" "I have got to leave at first light tomorrow." "Can we table this until I get back?" "I don't want to have to think about anything except for the guys that are covering my butt." "Fine, fine." "As long as you know I'm serious." "I figured that out." "Well, it's true." "And even if you won't change, I will." "I'm just not going to do it anymore." "No more asking every couple hours when you're expected back, no more...meeting you at the helipad." "I just can't do it." "I'm not gonna do it." "I want a change." "I need a change." "I understand." "No more." "SOLDIER:" "Hey, Stevens, need another." "SOLDIER 2:" "All right, now, let's go." "Go over here." "What's with the black pajamas?" "Ah, gives you a second before the VC figure you out." "Keep these accessible at all times." "If you're about to be captured, inject yourself immediately." "You'll be incoherent for 24 hours, during which time our side can change plans before Charlie interrogates you." "What's in those?" "Usually morphine." "Unless Command decides your information is too vital." "Then it's a hot shot." "Hot shot?" "Yeah." "Kills you." "Well, that's very impressive." "I think I'll muddle through without it." "SOP on all SEAL missions." "This...is a SEAL mission." "All right, let's go." "We make radio contact every three hours." "If we miss a contact or lose contact entirely, the chopper will be at the pickup zone at 1900 hours." "What if we miss the pickup?" "That's what the needles are for." "[♪♪♪]" "Hey, Alex." "How you doing?" "Could be better." "Yeah, I heard Myron pulled a tough mission." "SEAL escort." "Got you a little worried?" "You know about that?" "Yeah." "I thought it was supposed to be kinda hush-hush." "From the type of thing I hear it is, there's sure a lot of people that know about it, like all the chopper jocks, for instance." "Well, great." "I'm sure the Army knows what it's doing, which is a lot more than I can say for myself." "Come on, you're just upset because Myron's out there with the bad guys." "It's gonna be okay." "Listen, they're showing She Wore a Yellow Ribbon in the rec hall this afternoon." "Want to come with me, take your mind off the mission?" "No, thanks, Johnny." "I got it covered." "I'm gonna go to a party over at the embassy." "Oh, yeah, I heard about that." "You can always call the Commo Center if you wanna keep track of Goldman's progress, right?" "No, I won't be keeping track." "No?" "Mm-mmm." "I'll see you later, Johnny." "Yeah, sure, Alex." "See you." "[♪♪♪]" "Forget that." "Hey, we're out in the field every day." "If these guys got something that might let us know what to expect," "I sure as hell want to find it." "I said forget it." "Check the area." "Oh, and I swear I haven't forgotten about your book." "I'm almost done." "I'll get it back to you by tomorrow." "I promise." "Don't worry about it." "Excuse me." "I'm already short on chairs." "Where are you taking those?" "DOYLE:" "I hope you don't mind." "I'm expecting a big turnout tonight." "I do mind." "I don't want my students sitting on the floor so that you can make your pitch to more willing ears." "Well, with all due respect, they're there to hear me because I can steer them to a brighter future." "That's really some future." "Play on their fears, turn them into mercenaries, that's great." "And what do you IVS folks do for them, huh?" "A little doily making, some poems?" "Gosh, I wonder why they aren't lining up to hear you." "Put the chairs back into Miss Pierson's room." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "He's a sweet guy." "The thing is he's right." "Most of these guys never had a job before the Army." "When he tells them about the kind of money he's talking about, he's got them." "For life." "And then they just close themselves off to everything else." "What are you doing?" "Keeps them up nights." "Here, help hold him up." "Look, if we do this we're gonna have every Charlie in the neighborhood after us." "I said hold him." "You hold him." "You grab the rope." "That ought to do it." "Ow!" "Damn it!" "Scorpion." "Make your own way back to the LZ." "We'll go on without you." "The hell you will." "He could be right, LT." "He got you pretty good there." "I'll be all right." "If this slows you down, you'll be left behind." "Let's go." "[JOYFUL JAZZ PLAYING, PEOPLE CHATTING]" "Believe me, that's the last interview" "Colonel Bryco will be giving over cocktails." "Thanks to you, we've got a chance to work the kinks out of our counterbattery radar before Charlie finds out it's not up to par." "No, no." "Don't mention it." "I feel a lot better about the story I didn't write than I have about some of the stories I've written." "Captain Palmer has impressed on me what you had to give up." "The chief of staff's coming over here next month." "I'll do my best to see to it his first interview is with you." "Exclusively." "Wow." "General, I don't know what to say." "I" " Really, you don't owe me anything." "You'd be surprised how many of your colleagues would have printed that story, no matter how many of our boys' lives it cost." "I'd just like to show our appreciation." "[WHISPERING]" "Oh." "If ever you need anything..." "Thank you." "Well, everyone's being so nice to me," "I'm gonna start feeling compromised." "Don't worry." "There's no obligation implied." "The general just feels like I do." "You kept us from looking bad." "I'd welcome any chance to help you in any way." "I don't need to be repaid for being concerned about American soldiers." "So...you have one of these every week?" "And whenever a VIP touches down." "In my job, no danger of dying of thirst." "Speaking of your job, how difficult would it be for an officer from another unit to transfer into intelligence?" "Mmm." "Pretty difficult." "A branch transfer takes a lot of paperwork, although if it's accompanied by a recommendation from an influential person like yourself, well..." "Oh, right, absolutely." "I am just so influential these days." "It doesn't hurt to have General Phelps on your side." "And if he sees you standing next to me without a drink in your hand, my department's liable to have a sudden opening." "Let me show you how I navigate it." "It's one of the few job skills I've mastered." "Thank you." "Can I get two more gin and tonics?" "Yeah." "That's perfect." "BARTENDER:" "Coming up, sir." "That guy is the aid to Ambassador LeBlanc." "I have been trying to talk to him for weeks." "Well...if you're willing to risk it," "I could get you on the dance floor." "I'm sure we could manage to bump into him." "Let's do it." "Thank you." "[♪♪♪]" "[RETCHES]" "[COUGHING]" "LT, look here." "If you stay still, the poison will spread slower." "Why don't you just hang here, and we'll pick you up on the way back through?" "I'm all right." "Let's just keep moving." "[QUIETLY] Let's go." "Leave him." "We ought to at least hide the body so we can come back later and get it." "I said leave him." "We can't leave the boy here like that." "That's an order, sergeant." "[GUNFIRE] [GRUNTS]" "[YELLING IN VIETNAMESE]" "[GRUNTS]" "[ALL YELLING]" "The radio." "No time." "Let's get out of here." "LT... we gotta slow them down." "All right." "Set the claymore." "[MAN SPEAKS VIETNAMESE]" "[SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]" "You all right?" "[EXPLOSION] [SOLDIERS YELL]" "No." "Well, we bought some time." "I hope so." "[♪♪♪]" "This is useless." "No, it's not." "We're gonna make it just fine." "How much time before we get to the LZ?" "We got plenty of time." "Your watch is broken." "We got two hours." "I'm not gonna make it." "You're gonna make it, LT." "Listen to me." "I want you to take the briefcase." "I want you to go back to the LZ and send for help." "Shh." "This" "[SOLDIERS SPEAKING VIETNAMESE]" "All right, we got six NVA coming this way fast." "All right, we're not gonna outrun them." "I'm gonna stay here and draw their fire." "No, LT." "I'll be the diversion." "When you hear the ruckus over there, you take the briefcase and head for the LZ as fast as you can." "I'll catch up with you." "But don't wait on me." "Good luck." "You too." "[YELLING IN VIETNAMESE]" "[CLICK]" "Aah!" "We'd better keep moving." "[LAUGHTER]" "Enjoying yourself?" "Aw, you don't have to be afraid to say yes." "Well, it's just that the terrain is kind of unfamiliar." "You know, kind of hard to believe there's a war going on." "You know, I have been trying to figure you out." "Really?" "Mmm." "Is that what you've been trying to do?" "Yeah." "Well..." "You know, you're charming." "You're witty." "You've got pieces of lemon on your lip." "Mmm..." "Lime." "I think I got it." "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Anytime." "Oh, yes." "I could definitely get used to this." "Ah." "Ooh!" "Ooh." "Sorry." "That's all right." "Major Newton." "Um..." "I'll be right back." "[BOTH LAUGH]" "WAITER:" "Can I get you a drink?" "MAN:" "Yeah, please." "Get me a scotch and water." "You got it." "And your lady here." "What would you like?" "WOMAN:" "Thank you." "Nothing right now." "They missed their last check-in, and they haven't broken squelch in three hours." "Man, three hours." "Are you talking about Myron?" "What?" "Tell me." "They missed their last two check-ins." "Whoa." "[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]" "Maybe you ought to go talk to her." "[GROUP LAUGHING]" "There you are." "I thought you escaped." "I'm sorry." "I, um" " I think I'm gonna leave, though." "I thought we were having such a good time." "Yeah, we were." "I just found out some friends who went out this morning missed two radio contacts." "Don't worry about that." "Radios go on the fritz all the time." "Come on, let's finish our dance." "No." "I" " I really need to go." "No, really." "It'll be okay." "Let me take your mind off things." "Look, please." "I really want to go home" "Captain, the general wants to speak to you right over here." "Who are you?" "No, no, really, sir, right over here." "Why, you insubordinate" "Johnny!" "Come on." "Let's dee-dee to a neutral corner." "Come on." "Let's go, LT." "Come on." "LT, get to the chopper." "I'll cover you." "Go." "I'm right behind you." "Come on, go." "[♪♪♪]" "Get on!" "Get on!" "My sergeant!" "You can't just leave him!" "Just stay down." "SOLDIER:" "Tell base we got a man stranded." "Get someone back here to extract him." "That'll take hours." "We can't just leave him." "The priority is to get the briefcase back to Command." "You can't just leave him!" "My orders, sir." "It's the way these things are done." "You tell the pilot to take us back down or I'll drop it." "You'll be court-martialed." "Now, damn it!" "Now!" "[GUNFIRE]" "MYRON:" "Come on!" "Lieutenant Goldman, I'm Barnes." "I'll be debriefing you men." "I'll take that briefcase from you now." "After what we went through today, like hell you will." "Sergeant Anderson, you take that to Major Darling personally." "You can give this to the Navy SEALs with my compliments." "There it is, sir." "That's the courier briefcase off the chopper." "They insisted on bringing it to you directly, sir." "Yes, sir." "And with regards to what Lieutenant Goldman did during the extraction today," "I hope you take into account the fact that we wouldn't even have this briefcase if he hadn't jumped up under fire and pulled it up out of the river." "Nobody told them?" "Besides Ross, only you and I knew, sir." "Told me what, sir?" "The actual documents we were after were on an observation plane shot down 30 miles from where you were." "But since that helicopter went down the same day, it made a perfect decoy." "What the hell are you talking about, decoy?" "You sent us up there for nothing?" "You were sent on orders." "MI was concerned that the enemy was monitoring our activities, so they wanted to mislead them." "Ross was supposed to tell you." "Ro" " Ross?" "Ross is dead." "You're our commanding officer." "Why didn't you tell us?" "Ross was in charge of the mission." "And you watch your tone, sergeant." "I have orders, just like you." "What about the unwritten order that you're always supposed to take care of your own people, huh?" "Look, you did a good job." "Don't make it difficult for me to recognize that fact." "Now, I suggest you get outta here and go cool off." "There you go." "Mmm." "Oh, I acted like such a fool." "Don't be so hard on yourself." "It's no picnic waiting for Myron to come home from the field all the time." "It's stress." "Makes you do all kinds of things." "Yeah, I guess." "Listen, are you gonna get in trouble for hitting a captain?" "Oh, no." "I doubt it." "I hear he's a pretty decent guy." "Besides, I just tapped him." "Actually, he is a nice guy." "There you go." "You can't blame him either." "You both just got a little drunk, that's all." "Oh." "Well..." "Do I look presentable, hmm?" "Always." "Thanks." "Thanks for being there too." "Sure." "Listen, if Palmer gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?" "Oh, he knows I didn't mean it." "Besides, I think we both understand each other." "We're just two lonely soldiers who can't resist the temptation of an extremely special lady." "Oh, Johnny, thanks." "[SMOOCH]" "Good night." "Good night." "Major Darling is not my favorite person either, but he's right about one thing." "If the Army wants us to risk our butts trying to go after a briefcase that's got nothing in it, that's our job." "We should be happy doing it." "Yeah?" "Funny, I don't feel like smiling." "I'm glad you were out there with me, sergeant." "I wouldn't have wanted anybody else." "I appreciate that." "It's funny, though." "I feel like lately, we've been out there too much, like I'm losing my edge or something." "Well, I hadn't noticed." "Hey, I'm doing what I was trained to do:" "Get in, get out, kill a lot of people." "And save soldiers' lives." "You've been trained to do that too." "You're damn good at it, or else I wouldn't be here." "Do you ever wonder what good all this training's gonna do you when you get out of the war?" "I do." "Ah, you're gonna find something." "Whatever it is, you're gonna be first-rate at it." "Hey, beautiful." "Hi, ugly." "[CHUCKLES]" "Miss Devlin." "Well, look here, I'm..." "I'm gonna get on outta here." "Sergeant, if they don't get me outta here tomorrow... you come back and drag me out." "And I wasn't kidding." "You will find something." "Well, I told myself not to come this time, but I wouldn't listen." "What'd the doctor say?" "Mmm." "He said I'm facacta." "[CHUCKLES]" "I just got a little bug bite." "They gave me some antibiotics." "I'm gonna be all right." "I'll be outta here tomorrow." "That's good." "It doesn't look like it's good." "What's going on?" "[INHALES]" "It can wait." "This is not the place." "Come on." "What's wrong?" "Well, I guess I just picked the wrong mission to try to stop caring." "That's what you've been doing, huh?" "Because I haven't been hearing you." "[SOFTLY] No." "It's not your fault." "It's not your fault." "I've been asking you for something that you can't give." "You'll never give up combat." "I was foolish to think that you would." "That's not true." "I" " I promise, I'm gonna get a cush gig, just not now." "Not until I'm done with my tour." "[LAUGHS] Yeah." "If you live through it." "Alex... when I first got here," "I was just as afraid as everybody else." "And I didn't know whether or not I belonged in the field." "But I think I'm getting pretty good at it." "And sometimes..." "Well, sometimes that helped save my guys' lives, you know?" "And that's real important to me." "Well, good." "Good." "I'm glad you're doing what's important to you." "I just hope you don't get your head shot off doing it." "For your sake." "'Cause I'm not gonna be around to watch." "Come on." "No." "I" " I" " I wasn't kidding." "I can't do it anymore." "I can't." "[♪♪♪]" "[SNIFFLES]" "You know, every time you go out there, I..." "I feel like my whole world could fall apart any minute." "And it's tearing me up inside." "I'm not blaming you." "I..." "I understand how you feel about your job." "I feel the same way about mine." "I'm just saying I can't do it anymore." "[SNIFFLES]" "I'm not gonna do it anymore." "But I'm glad you're okay." "[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]" "Zeke, my man, I heard you were dynamite out there." "I'm glad you made it back." "Oh, man." "News travels fast, huh?" "Hey, my people, they got their eye on you." "You are a hot commodity." "You do not toil in darkness, my friend." "Hey, come here." "Take a look at this." "I got a classroom full of people in here, man." "And I'm gonna show them the way to the fat city, and you know what?" "I saved you a seat right up front there." "So come on in, my man." "Let your old buddy tell you about a life of wealth and adventure." "Jimmy, Jimmy." "I'm not here for your class, man." "I'm taking the English class across the hall." "What is this?" "A Tale of Two Cities?" "You know, I once knew a hooker in the Baltimore/DC corps who went by this name." "Ah...what is this?" "What is this?" "It's supposed to get you over, back in the world, what?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "But I'm getting college credit for it." "Well, Zeke, I'm gonna tell you something, man." "You are turning your back on a big payday." "All right, then, you tell me something." "What are you gonna do, Jimmy, when there's no more war?" "Never happen." "There's always gonna be a war." "And I'll tell you something else." "They're always gonna need guys like me and you to fight." "I don't know about that." "I remember reading something when I was growing up about men pounding their swords into plowshares and studying war no more." "It's something for you to think about." "Don't you believe it, Zeke." "There's always gonna be wars, and somewhere, somebody is always gonna be killing somebody." "And you and me, we're gonna be there because that's what we know." "You're a warrior, Zeke." "That's your life." "[♪♪♪]"