"Don't move, Woods." "Hold up!" "Come on, man, don't panic." "Sit tight, Thayer." "This ground shakes too much, it's all over." "I have a man on a pressure plate, 200 meters south of reference point Oscar Whiskey." "Over." " Roger, 2-6." " I'm on the horn to ordinance." "We'll get right back to you." "Over." "Oh, God." "I can't believe this is happening to me." "I don't want to go up this way." "Look, you don't move, you ain't going up." "LT, VC's coming, about 400 meters off." "How many?" "Maybe a squad." "Sergeant Anderson and Ruiz are setting up a hasty ambush." "I see Charlie humping toward you." "You want me to soften up that tree line, 2-6?" "Over." "Negative, negative." "I still got men in there." "Over." "If I try an extraction, my prop wash can blow your man right off that mine." "Over." "Just hold your pattern until my men are clear." "Roger, 2-6." "Please advise when target is available." "Over." "All right, people." "Stay alert." "Charlie's coming." "And watch for Anderson and Ruiz." "Let me dig him out, LT." "I think I can do it." "I did it once with a guy out by Chu Lai." "You did it?" "Well, I watched somebody do it, sir." "I figure it's our only chance." "Well, you're gonna need some cover." "I got it, sir." "All right." "Thayer, didn't anybody ever tell you about volunteering?" "Didn't they tell you?" "Just take it easy, brother." "You know what you're doing?" "If I don't, we're both gonna end up in the same place." "Okay." "Now ease up real slowly on that foot." "You mean take the weight off?" "Pound at a time." "I'll tell you when they're getting too light." "Who's doing the shooting?" "Nothing to worry about." "Let's leave, Ruiz, or we're going to get soaked." "Go!" "You're clean, brother." "Now let's didi." "Come on, Thayer." "It's sarge!" "Get that one, right behind him!" "Ammo!" "Bring that ammo over here." "Smoked out." "Go!" "Keep your heads down, 2-6." "I'm rolling in hot this time." "Over." "Roger, Blue Velvet." "200 Sierra-Echo meters from the smoke." "Over." "Lay down some fire, boys!" "You know what, LT?" "Looks like I'm gonna make it to my R and R." "As long as you don't fall out of the chopper on the way back to the base." "I can't believe it, Tokyo... you and me." "It's going to be wonderful." "No, it's going to be weird is what it's going to be." "I don't have to worry about mortars or officers, my men getting in trouble." "And we'll eat good food, and we'll sleep in a real bed for as long as we like." "Hey, wait." "You really ought to let me pay for half." "Are you kidding me?" "I'm the one getting the bargain here." "I need somebody..." "Somebody civilized, like you, to show me how to act." "Maybe you'd like to start your lessons this evening." "Major Darling wants to see me tonight, but after that, I'm all yours." "Didn't I tell you to stay away from them officers?" "The Army is in the process of updating its care of psychiatric patients, and your work has come to their attention." "Dr. Seymour, they want to make you a part of the team." "I thought I was part of the team." "You're a civilian attachment," "I'm talking about the real team." "One of the instructors in psychiatry at Fort Sam Houston is retiring, and they want you to replace him as Major Jennifer Seymour, a direct commission." "Oh." "Uh..." "I don't know what to say." "Well, it's a two-year commitment." "You'd be one of the chief instructors." "You'd have a real voice in revamping the Army guidelines on patient care." "Of course, you'd no longer be able to fraternize with enlisted men, but you'd meet plenty of officers." "I've had the orders drawn up..." "Wait, Major." "I..." "I'm flattered, but it's a lot to think about." "I can give you 48 hours." "48 Hours?" "The next class of psychiatrists reports in three weeks." "You'll need almost that long to process in, learn the ropes, work on your saluting..." "I think I grasp your enthusiasm." "Well, leaving aside whatever modest recognition I get for recruiting someone of your quality, it's a great opportunity for you... and for the Army." "Major Seymour." "It sounds right to me." "Sounds strange, Major Darling." "But I'll think about it." "You've gotta be on a plane in 48 hours." "It's not a simple decision, sir." "I'm afraid I'll have to take as long as I need." "Thank you." "I tell you what, long as Woods keeps buying," "I'm gonna keep drinking." "I was never as scared as I was today." "Yeah, thought we almost lost you too." "Had me almost crying." "Half the ladies back in the world would be crying if that happened." "I know Thayer was scared." "Looks like you're ready to shove his mug way down into a cold one." "Lead me to it." "All right." "Let's do it." "...and corrals back Jackson into the corner." "There's a hard right hand..." "It amazes me." "These guys fight all day long, and then they spend their off hours watching more fighting." "That's boxing, ma'am, not fighting." "It's always been a big part of military life." "It sure looks like fighting to me." "These guys are beating each other's brains out." "GIs always like to see who's the best." "Of course, the Army guys used to be better, but some of the Air Force guys have been stealing all their thunder lately." "We'll get it back, though." "Yeah?" "Hmm." "Say, man, I'll knock that sucker out in no time, flat." "There's Woods." "I gotta go see a man about a dog." "Hey, boy." "What the hell you drinking milk for?" "I asked you a question, fool." "You got the need to know?" ""The need to know"?" "Who are you, Dick Tracy?" "Wow." "That was something else, Breeze." "You all drink up." "I'm going back to the room and change." "Major Seymour, huh?" "Well, that doesn't sound too bad." "It sounds ridiculous." "And it's a 2-year commitment." "Of course, med school was 4 years." "But... it's in Texas." "Hmm." "Well, Texas can't be any stranger than it is here." "Zeke, I'm no teacher." "I think you'd be a very good teacher." "Are you trying to get rid of me?" "No, ma'am." "You know I'm not." "I just want you to do what will make you happy." "That settles it, then." "I don't like making snap decisions, so, uh..." "I think I'll stay where I am for a while." "All right, just as long as you understand something." "I know how important your career is to you." "Let me worry about my career." "Speaking of which, I have to go see a couple of patients that were having problems this afternoon." "You are one dedicated woman, aren't you?" "Huh." "Well, I guess that guy should've known better than to mess with someone that just stepped on a mine." "That wasn't a mine, bro." "That was talent, real talent." "You know, you put a guy like Woods with the right promoter, he can go straight to the top." "And the right promoter's name is" "Marcus Taylor." "You think I'm a player, don't you, Johnson?" "The truth is, I've always wanted to promote a genuine article like Woods, not all this low-rent jive." "Well, you've certainly promoted your share of that." "Well, that's all I had to work with." "Look, motivating people is what I'm good at." "I've always had this dream of pushing something that wasn't phony." "I'm not just talking about boxers." "I'd just like to sell something legit for once in my life." "Thayer, buddy." "You don't want to miss all this deep thinking." "Grab a beer." "Woods is paying for everything." "You boys want to drink with a faggot?" "Low-life queer tried a move on me in the john." "Tell them, Thayer." "Thayer, you gonna to let him talk to you like that, man?" "No one would believe me if I denied it, anyway." "What's that soldier's name?" "I mean, they offered her a direct commission to major, LT." "And she turned it down." "To stay with you?" "Yeah, stay with me." "I can only comment on the way you handle yourself in the field." "The rest of it, I don't know." "LT." "Hmm?" "I'm going to ask her to marry me." "We're going to be in Tokyo in a couple days." "I'm going to ask her while we're there." "That's serious stuff, sergeant." "Am I crazy?" "Yeah." "No." "Seriously, am I crazy?" "Because it hasn't been that long since Carol showed up here and then said good-bye, and..." "I don't know." "I'm around all this death and destruction, maybe..." "Ask her." "You got my blessing." "She's lucky to have a guy like you." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "All right, then." "All right, then, it's settled." "Now all I got to do is get a ring." "I can't help you there." "Oh, no." "I don't need any money." "I mean, I got two months back pay coming from Chu Lai." "Sounds like you got everything covered." "Yeah." "I thought I ought to do it right this time." "Come." "LT, sarge, you got to come." "Thayer just tried to hang himself." "Easy, Thayer." "What's going on?" "Just breathe easy." "Yeah, I'd hang myself too, if I was queer." "Wake up, listen up and shut up!" "In order to get everybody's mind off what happened to Thayer, the brass is staging a little boxing match here on the base tomorrow night." "Who's fighting who, sarge?" "Well, it'll be the Air Force welterweight champion against, uh, whoever they can get to volunteer." "Probably some Korean." "You ought to get that guy Woods in the ring." "Just what I was thinking." "Well, whoever they get, y'all will be there to see it." "Good news is you got tomorrow night off." "Bad news is they might ask you to set up." "I been meaning to tell you about my back..." "Don't be squawking if I volunteer you." "Now, you don't have today off, so get out of those racks." "Come on, now." "Hey, sarge." "Any word on how Thayer is doing?" "He's surviving." "As a psychiatrist, my first concern is the feelings that prompted your suicide attempt." "But because of the accusations made by Sergeant Jones, administration's requested a character assessment." "You mean, to determine if I'm a homosexual?" "Yes." "Well, let me save you some time." "I had my first homosexual experience when I was 16." "Did you try to seduce Sergeant Jones?" "Hell, no." "He read my diary." "And he told me that if I paid him off, he wouldn't tell anyone about me." "Did you report him to your CO?" "What am I going to say, that Sergeant Jones is blackmailing me because I'm queer?" "I told Jones to shove it." "But I guess underneath, I was kind of scared." "'Cause I burned my diary." "Maybe I should've paid him." "Are you eager to leave the Army?" "Not without being recognized for the job that I've done." "I mean... you got to be crazy to want to be in here." "But, I thought that if a person wants to be a real man, he's got to face the music." "What music were you facing last night?" "When the whole world thinks that you should be ashamed of who you are, sooner or later it gets to you." "So I thought that if I could keep things to myself and come out of my tour with a good record, well, that would be something everybody would have to respect." "But I guess that's not going to happen now." "It hasn't been decided yet." "In the Army, when it comes to being a queer, you're guilty until proven innocent." "Granted, the policy's pretty strict, but everything you've said about Sergeant Jones has to be taken into account." "It's his word against mine, and unless I lie about what I am, they're going to buy his story." "I don't have to buy it." "Forget it, doc." "This is bigger than you... or me." "Don't you know what you call a homosexual with a silver star?" "A faggot." "First, I hear the Army's trying to get everybody's mind off this suicide thing by arranging a little boxing championship." "Then, I hear that the challenger everybody wants to see is about to turn down the chance of lifetime." "So I said, let me go talk to the man myself." "It's no big deal." "I'm just not into it." "Yeah, but it is a big deal." "See, I thought he was scared because the champion is bigger and more experienced." "I ain't scared." "Then I thought, well, maybe he just afraid of the big crowd since he knows all the GIs going to get time off to be there pulling for him." "You're selling me." "You damn right." "I can't let you turn this down." "What's it got to do with you?" "Because all you and I have is our natural talent." "My whole life, I been making something out of nothing." "Well, you're a lot more than nothing, and this is our chance for the big score." "See, I know a rep from a French beer company that will pay a grand just to put his name on your robe," "And I got a dozen PF Sergeants willing to cough up top dollar just to sit close enough to smell your sweat." "And it ain't just the money." "You win this fight," "I'll have Armed Forces TV flash your smile from here to Germany." "I would have taken you off that mine and put you on the front page." "That's what it's got to do with me." "If you're asking me to do this as a favor to you," "I guess I owe you that." "You owe you and me, and I ain't gonna let you down." "I guess I better get back to my detail." "Hold on, hold on." "I'm going over to the company office right now and get you out of this mess so you can start some training." "I bet you thought it was a lot of jive, huh?" "If I did, I know you well enough to tell you." "I guess you do." "I just don't understand why he looked so unhappy." "Probably just worried how he's gonna pay all his taxes." "Do you feel peculiar using your clinical judgment to help in an investigation?" "It's part of my job as a psychiatrist." "Unfortunately, deciding who gets investigated isn't." "With all that's going on here and back in the States, it's amazing that the Army is so quick to paint one of its own as the enemy." "I think they're worried." "There's a lot of latent impulses around here that nobody wants to recognize." "But don't quote me." "You know, in my writing, at least I have some control over how the story's told." "I don't think I could ever be a by-the-book player, unless they let me write a few of the pages." "I'll get over it." "That's what R and R is for." "My name is Clayton Ezekial Anderson." "That's E-Z-E-K-I-A-L." "I just want the two-months back pay" "I got coming to me from Chu Lai." "There's a clerk in here named Rainey, and he said my money should be here this week." "Anderson." "Anderson..." "No." "No, I don't see it." "Rainey will be back from R and R next week." "Take it up with him, huh?" "Whoa." "Hold on, hold on." "Now, I'm going to be going on an R and R my ownself before Rainey gets back, and I need my money." "I don't want it just to spend," "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm going to be proposing to this woman to get married." "I need the money to buy an engagement ring, so I want my money." "Hey, I don't make the waves." "I just ride 'em." "Excuse me?" "I don't make the waves." "You know, I just ride them." ""I don't make the waves." "I just ride them"?" "What kind of an answer is that supposed to be?" "Hey, sergeant, sergeant." "Easy, easy, easy." "Come on..." "No, wait a minute there's really nothing that we can do." "But..." "But how much cash you got for R and R?" "I got about $200." "See this guy on Nubok Street." "He's a hustler, but he likes GIs." "He likes GIs." "Great." "I don't understand." "You interviewed Private Thayer this morning." "Where is your assessment?" "I need more time to review his background." "I, uh..." "I intend to talk to some of the people in his unit, including Sergeant Jones." "Lieutenant Duncan is handling the criminal investigation." "He'll talk with Sergeant Jones." "We just want your assessment based on your interview." "I still need more time, Dr. Shively." "Excuse us, lieutenant." "I sense a personal agenda here." "Call it what you like." "I don't want to see a 19-year-old kid condemned before he's tried." "Sure." "I'm equally sure it's irrelevant." "Your job is to determine if Thayer's character meets a very specific guideline, as specific as the guidelines at the draft board for eyesight or shoe size." "What I'm assessing is a hell of a lot more important than whether or not my patient fits in an Army uniform." "Our priority is the psychological stability of the men on this base, which is not well served having homosexuals here." "Dr. Shively, isn't it better served by judging soldiers on their performance in the field instead of how they spend their personal time?" "The Army's guidelines are clear." "They're certainly clear enough to hide behind, but maybe that's the difference between you and me." "The difference is I respect the fact that we treat the patients but we serve the Army." "Now, if that's beneath you," "I suggest you do some personal assessing." "In the meantime, have Thayer's report on my desk by noon tomorrow." "Is that clear?" "What was it like when you found Thayer?" "Scary." "I mean, It's not the kind of thing you just put out of your mind." "In fact, I'm thinking about going to see him tomorrow." "Really?" "Any particular reason?" "Well, if you're asking if I'm one of them, I'm not." "I'm just going to see him like I would any other GI who was with me in the field and ended up in the hospital." "I understand you." "But don't forget to say," ""Hi, there."" "Wait, was anybody talking to you?" "What, you got more to say?" "Hey, hey!" "Knock it off!" "All right!" "All right, cool it, or I'm calling the MPs!" "All right." "It's over." "All right?" "It's over." "They were just going to call the MP." "Just settle down." "I'll get you a beer." "Sorry about your shirt." "It's no problem." "You think Thayer is a joke?" "From what I hear, he's a damn good soldier who is looking at a possible court-martial." "That's not so funny." "Look, Johnson, if I want to see Thayer," "I'd just be asking for trouble, man, because MPs or no MPs, if somebody said something about me, we'd have to get into it." "You know, personally," "I think the guy's better off just left alone." "Yeah, maybe." "But, I remember being bussed to this all-white school." "The name calling wasn't nearly as bad as the isolation." "It's like being trapped in a separate world." "So I just want to go see Thayer, say, "Get well," shake his hand and split." "Listen, would I be intruding if I asked to go along with you?" "I'll find you." "Thanks." "I'd appreciate that." "I'll see you guys later." "Thanks for the beer." "Hey, uh, excuse me." "Is that true what you were saying about Thayer being court-martialed?" "Yeah, if Sergeant Jone" accusations stand." "No kidding." "Yeah." "You want to say something about it?" "Nope." "I'm just glad I ain't a homo." "Whenever I forget how good it feels to tell the rest of the world to take a hike, you somehow manage to remind me." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." "What part of the world are we telling to take a hike tonight?" "The Major Shively part." "Hmm." "Sorry, girl." "That's not going to happen." "I mean, maybe if we could get him out on patrol with us for about 5 minutes, but, uh..." "I wish I could tell you the details, but, uh..." "This Thayer kid might end up damaged for life." "It doesn't mean anything to Shively." "Some people are so rigid." "It's like they're obsessed with rules 24 hours a day." "Well, then there are the people who are obsessed with their jobs 24 hours a day." "But, they're usually better-looking." "I don't think it qualifies as an obsession if you've got somebody who can always pull you out of it." "Always?" "That's a pretty long time." "I'll give you 240 now, and then I'll give you the other 60 as soon as I get back from R and R." "I can see the ring is very important to you." "Perhaps you have something worth $60?" "How much will you give me for one of these?" "I will give you the $60... for all of them." "Okay, yes." "Trust me, you have made a very good deal." "Hey, better than you know." "Hoo-whee!" "This guy can sure move, Taylor." "That's what it's all about, LT, knowing what gifts you got and making 'em work for you." "Well, he is definitely a natural." "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Woods, baby, take it easy." "Save some for tonight." "You're just supposed to loosen up a little." "Taylor, a guy just dropped off a box for you." "It has the beer company's name on it." "That's got to be my man's robe." "Hey, don't leave your fight in the gym." "Better get your money in early, LT, if you want to get in on the action." "Let's go, Ru." "Type up this character assessment on Private Thayer for Dr. Shively, but don't break any records getting it done." "Doc, talk to you?" "It's..." "It's about Thayer." "In my office." "What I tell you is just between us?" "It can be." "Better be." "Anyway, I won't ever admit I told you this, and I'm not gonna repeat it, to nobody." "It's about Jones." "What about him?" "He wrecked the jeep, and he lost some gear, and he's having to make good on all of it." "He's flat broke, and, um... broke won't work for a junkie." "He's a heroin addict?" "Jones has got a monkey on his back the size of King Kong." "Look, this could make a difference for Thayer if you'll testify." "No way, lady." "If there's one thing a guy hates worse than a queer, it's a squealer." "Myself, I don't think a queer belongs in the Army, but I don't hate them the way Jones does." "I mean, he's ready to string them all up." "To me, this Thayer guy, he shouldn't go to jail." "They should just cut him loose from the Army." "If you were willing to talk..." "Forget it." "I can't prove any of this without you." "And if I can't, Thayer is in serious trouble." "This is Jones' connection in town." "He's gonna try to score tonight." "You take it from there." "Yeah, see?" "Look here." "It's broke in a couple of places." "I think it's pretty much strung out too loose, anyway." "I think we ought to replace it." "All right." "Requisition the wire and get a detail out here to change it, and have them check the trip flares." "Make sure they don't need restringing." "Will do." "Hey, LT... check this out." "Huh?" "Look at that." "Hey, nice." "Well, the back pay finally came through in time, huh?" "Not exactly." "It just turned out I had some collateral I didn't know about, and I'm not going to wait until Tokyo to ask her either." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm going to ask her tonight when she gets off work at the dispensary." "Did you work up a speech for the occasion?" "Yeah, I did." "I think I'd make it something, uh, that's assertive and forceful, like, "Please, God." "Please marry me."" "Well, you two are real nice people, Zeke." "I'm real happy for you." "I appreciate that, LT." "Look at that." "Beer company's going to pay a thousand bucks for Woods to wear this beauty in the ring." "And I get half, which I'm putting on my man." "What do you think about that?" "Looks like what my cousin got married in." "Come on, man." "This is business." "What's the running odds?" "Two-to-one on the Air Force." "Not anymore." "I just ran into some guys from Arkansas, where Woods is from." "They're taking even money." "That's okay too, when you're betting on the winner." "Odds aren't the only thing, Marcus." "This kid's a state amateur champ." "And he's planning on boxing in the Olympics." "Olympics?" "His family's all sharecroppers." "They're poor as dirt." "It seems like this kid's the only one with a chance of maybe making something of himself." "Of course, an Olympic medal's gonna give him a shortcut to big money when he turns pro." "What's he doing to me?" "This is a money fight." "He can't get into the Olympics if he takes this money." "Well, he might as well." "You see, this fight ain't sanctioned by the Amateur Boxing Association." "So the way it stands now, this kid fights, he's out." "Why the hell didn't he tell me this?" "Well, I guess he figured he owed you." "He knows how much this fight meant to you." "Think how cheated you'd have felt if you let a championship boxer slip through your fingers." "Sounds like the kid's putting his future on the line, man." "What about my future?" "I spotted the talent." "I got him the ink." "I even got us a sponsor." "That's something sportswriters and agents back in the world would be looking for." "Now, I deserve this shot." "I'm just saying the kid's got a lot to lose, man." "Look, Woods is a grown man." "He knows what he's doing." "They'd be bringing him home in a shovel if it wasn't for me." "Nobody's arguing that." "When the hell am I gonna get another chance like this again?" "You tell me that." "I just figured you'd want to know all the facts, man." "Whatever you decide, Marcus, we're behind you, man." "Sergeant." "Zeke." "What's wrong?" "Jennifer is not here." "Apparently, a soldier was here late this afternoon." "Whatever he said upset her." "She called for a driver." "To go where?" "Chi Lang." "But she sent the driver back early so he wouldn't break curfew." "She also borrowed his pistol." "Let me talk to the driver." "Zeke, it's the trip ticket." "It says exactly where she went." "Thanks." "So any idea how long you'll be in here?" "No, but it sure beats being confined to quarters or the stockade." "Hey, I appreciate the visit, man, but you shouldn't be in here." "Somebody will see you." "You need anything from the barracks?" "I'm not allowed to have anything." "I'm... still on suicide precaution." "Well, I hope you get that stuff worked out." "If you need anything, let me know." "Hey, weren't you scared to come in here?" "Not as scared as I was when I saw you helping Taylor with that mine." "Besides, you'd have done the same thing for me, right?" "Sure would." "Right." "You take care of yourself." "Yeah, you too." "If Dr. Seymour's personal business in Saigon keeps her out past the curfew, it's no concern of the Army." "She's very attached to her civilian status." "Yes, sir." "But she went into a dangerous neighborhood, and she took a weapon with her." "There's no proof she's in any danger." "And if she were, it would be a matter for the police." "Would you like me to have them called?" "No, sir." "What I would like is for you to authorize a jeep for me and an after-curfew pass." "Denied." "LT, it's Anderson!" "Come on in, Zeke." "Just finishing this review of the perimeter..." "Excuse me, LT." "I've got something more important on my mind." "Jennifer is in trouble." "She went into town." "She's got a weapon." "I gotta go after her." "What about curfew?" "I ain't gonna make it." "That's what I wanted to tell you." "Just please don't report me until it's absolutely necessary." "How can I report you if I've gone with you?" "No, no, no, no, no." "You're too strung out." "You pay me now." "I can get the cash tomorrow, man." "Just cover me for tonight." "Sergeant Jones, I'm Private Thayer's doctor." "You and I can help each other." "I don't know any Thayer." "Don't play dumb with me." "If I report you for buying drugs, they'll throw you in Long Binh jail, or we can make a deal." "What kind of deal?" "You turn yourself in to me, you'll qualify for a detox program in amnesty, but you've got to admit that you lied about Thayer." "Hey, I can't afford any detox program on my record." "It's better than jail." "That ain't gonna happen, either." "Aah!" "Zeke, it's Sergeant Jones." "He's got a gun." "Put it down, soldier!" "It's all right." "It's all right." "He tried to kill me." "It's over." "It's over." "It's over." "Looking sharp, man," "Sharp as an Olympic contender." "Yeah." "You too proud to tell me, man?" "I ain't used to making excuses." "I'm used to paying my debts as I go." "Dig?" "Well, the world ain't cutting me a lot of slack either, but I didn't ask you to do all of this." "What's your point?" "The point is now we're deep in it." "I've been talking a lot of mess." "I got people all excited." "I gave them somebody who can make this a fight, making deals left and right." "All your promotions are gonna pay off." "Okay?" "You're gonna come out fine." "I ain't gonna fight like I got a big career ahead of me, but I'll be in the ring." "Don't worry." "No one's gonna say you've chumped them off." "I ain't worried." "I'm stuck." "I'm here, just like I was on that mine." "And now I'm gonna pull you off, brother." "If you don't mind, I like to be alone before I put on the gloves." "Your one witness is a heroin addict who is now dead." "That doesn't change the Army's position on homosexuality." "I'm willing to accept that, if you're willing to discuss Thayer's disposition." "What did you have in mind?" "He's out of the Army ASAP, but with a general discharge under honorable conditions." "You've got no case against him." "I think I could put in his evaluation that he had to be released for a medical reason." "It still doesn't address the question of Lieutenant Goldman's actions in Saigon after curfew." "Oh, we could talk about that, but it'll bring up the subject of a drug-addicted sergeant who was completely overlooked by any investigative unit." "Everything discussed in this office is confidential." "I think that could apply to all of the events mentioned this evening." "Johnson, you seen Taylor?" "He wasn't in the hooch." "Probably trying to duck out of his square nets after all the talking he did about Woods." "Come on, LT." "Taylor has got a lot on his mind." "So, what did I miss?" "Nothing." "Nobody's been hit." "Nobody's been down." "I thought this Woods guy was supposed to have dynamite in both fists." "He's an amateur." "Give him a break." "Look at it this way." "It's a lot better than having to fight the VC." "Why don't we just relax, try and enjoy it?" "Just giving you boys a little grief." "Besides, there's the guy I should be teasing." "Woods!" "Yo, Woods!" "Woods, your amateur status has been squared away!" "The money's been taken care of!" "The ABA sent a telex!" "You're still an amateur!" "Now, go in there and fight like you got a future!" "Go!" "Go!" "Yeah!" "Go." "Come on!" "What did you say to Woods?" "I just gave him a little something to fight for." "Come on, Woods." "Come on!" "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" "Your lady just worked them over." "They're dropping the charges." "Just remember, she's lucky to have you." "Okay." "Good luck." "You know what I need?" "A hot shower and a warm whiskey." "Care to join me?" "Jennifer, I've been thinking about something." "About Major Darling's offer," "I think you ought to take it." "Now, It's a position you've been waiting for." "You just got to take it." "Think again." "What about us?" "Right now, the most important thing in your life are your patients." "Just look what happened the last couple days here." "Zeke, you're important to me." "I know I am, and you're important to me." "And I'd like nothing better than to wake up tomorrow morning with you in my arms and the morning after that, and just to be able to see you every day." "But the first time one of your patients gets in some sort of trouble that you don't have the stripes to really mend, you're gonna regret it." "And I'm afraid I'm gonna regret it too." "I was really hoping things would work out." "They're gonna work out, but right now, you're going to be the best teacher that Fort Sam Houston ever had 'cause that's where you belong right now, just like I belong right here." "This is really gonna louse up your R and R." "I only probably would've just gotten drunk and disorderly anyway." "Hold me." "Zeke, I'm gonna miss you." "I'm gonna miss you too, baby." "I'm gonna miss you too." "So how did you pull this one off, huh?" "It turns out the Air Force champion never fought pro, either." "So I called the Amateur Boxing Association back in the States, and I begged a lot." "So, what about the money?" "Well, it's going to the boys club in Woods' hometown." "Maybe they can buy some equipment he can train with." "So that means you're still broke?" "It's okay." "There's more where that came from." "Hey, Taylor, there's got to be." "It took a hell of a promoter to pull this off." "They let you out of the dispensary." "Yeah, I'm on my way to out-processing." "They're sending me home." "I got an early out and an honorable discharge." "Congratulations." "I'm getting out of here in one piece with a decent record," "I sure can't complain." "No lie." "Listen, man, I..." "I just wanted to wish you luck, and thank you for the way you treated me:" "nothing special, nothing strange, just like a regular person." "Yeah, well, when you get right down to it, that's how most of us are." "That I take this obligation freely." "And without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion." "And without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion." "And that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office I am about to enter." "I'm sorry, sir." "Will you excuse me?" "You will come to Houston as soon as your tour is up?" "Oh, you better believe it." "I'm gonna check in my weapon, I'm gonna jump on the plane," "I'm not even gonna change my uniform." "This is gonna work." "This is definitely gonna work."