This is a story about men at war - not at war.
The film is not dedicated to any service agency...
... But the lowest common denominator - and högsta-
- In any military force - the individual soldier.
In the intervals in battle alarm, he is capable of great generosity.
The film is about such a moment lives the three men.
We chose the Korean War in 1953, but it could have been any war.
Report loaded with fuel! Under the orders presented everything else!
Hell Five came.
How many will there be?
379 on the ship, 20 on the barge and 18 here. He stays...
417, sir.
He should be studying. What's he doing here?
- Make sure we have four in the trash. - The staff does not respond, Lieutenant.
Help Briscoe.
Run!
Airplane yellow!
Get off the road!
Take cover! Air strikes!
Stop!
I didn't hear the plane! In this case, I did!
Nobody could have done anything, man. The lie still, or else it stresses you!
Come on, boy.
- Shouldn't we do something? - And then? Blowing fanfare? stone Travel?
What's left of it doesn't even fill an ashtray.
- I'm sorry... - Nobody blames you, boy.
Now we momentum.
Shouldn't you check yellows? A parachute was fired.
Our job is to make the soup.
Bassen catch you!
Play it.
Here, none of the yellows.
- He is dead? - I have him breathing.
Note that, Nick. Waiting medal.
- Who asked you to save him? - Something I should do.
Okay, pull it on board.
Check again that they are tight. Rinse then remove the gases.
Hive yourself.
- He'll recover. - Throw it in the cage.
Mr. Briscoe...
I'll send Lieutenant Troy, the three of you and the gas...
- Someone mentioned the prisoner no. - Throw it overboard if you want.
You are responsible for it. Take it in your taxi.
- Sleep should yellow with us! - Mr. Svenson, clearly laying out.
Take the radio for the first time.
- It's up to the bridge. - That you say.
Schmidt, take you to the bridge.
- The radio is military property. - The ship is not military.
It is rented to the United Nations, but a trader.
Here I decide.
- The radio will remain here. - I want to contact the team.
Follow me...
We're here. Our goal, your team, is available here.
Throughout all of these islands, we can become infested.
- I am ordered to contact. - We cannot disclose our position.
- This is pure gatloppet. - Col. Walsh hits the ceiling.
You can use the radio when I allow it.
Here's how... some.
- A meal is good. - Me too.
- Let him sleep outside. - Should I sing for him?
Do we need the drink, we asked for it.
You can contact the team now.
Smoking only in the cabin and aft.
You go right at the back, plums Nothing heard is the man at the stern.
- When the attack is the safest upper floor. - I didn't see a shot tower there.
It would be a ship. More clubs in being civil.
And, sometimes greater danger.
In the event of an alarm, even on the upper deck.
Where do you hear. - Nothing will happen to you, baby.
At the first sign of air strikes...
... Should passengers on the deck, its miserable, idiot yellow.
Are you a miserable idiot? - Look there, he sums it up.
Tie him up. They are cunning.
Keep an eye on him.
Smoking only in the cabin and aft.
I will not hurt you.
Hell Five came.
Can you hear me? Come on.
We heard late at 10.
Air strikes prevented responses. Come on.
The cargo on board. Go with... - Speed?
Cruising speed of 4 knots.
We go 4 knots.
Greater Chung, South Korean Army.
Who's in charge of you?
Sergeant PJ Briscoe, sir. Let me speak to Colonel Walsh.
Staff hit. It was impossible to find an identification badge for the same Colonel Walsh.
This is an order, Briscoe. Deliver the cargo as soon as possible.
The losses...
The losses carry out new defense of the very doubtful position.
Come on.
request instructions, we have a prisoner. Come on.
They have just bombed the hospital and the school.
Civilians are killed all prisoners.
The same fate awaits your prisoner upon arrival here. Come on.
Do I understand you correctly, sir?
Get rid of the prisoner. Clearly - end.
- Done - finally... - He means business.
- Yellow safely participate in the attack. - Yes, an engine on fire.
- Will you obey the order? - What the hell is this for you?
Do whatever it takes, but keep us out.
We are registered in Finland, neutral.
The next day you transport fuel to the enemy. "Neutral"!
Kill him? Is not true!
Two people can always count on, my mother yours and your Schasse.
Where is Navalha? Your rub only with the beard.
This separates the men from the boys.
- Will you fulfill the order? - I have 19 flawless arméår.
In April muck I retire.
- Does that mean a lot to you... - Yes.
Even 40 years. Provisioned for life without work.
- I Sumps nothing for a yellow. - He happens to be a prisoner.
He becomes a prisoner!
We found the Turks in Nanktong. They were a little shorter than usual.
They were beheaded. They were also catching up.
The main responsibility. I only order effects.
You are speaking with the lesser English, then say something now.
- I'm trying to help you. - Dennison...
The colonel died this morning when buddy blew thirst on the way for us.
- Ask him! - He doesn't understand English.
- Don't trust him... - The razor understands everything.
In case you become flabby, maybe we should end this.
- Greetings from the captain. - Nick, check out civil krubbet!
- Steak? - Boeuf Bordelaise.
The ship is high class.
- Do not eat without the correct pronunciation? - Let's starve to death!
Come with coffee as soon as possible.
Upper class, that was. Good looking up.
Certainly yes, you adopt a full beard.
That it is possible to get such a dense beard in just 12 days!
Last week was the only stump here.
Sarge, what are we going to do?
He is entitled to one last meal.
Release your friend.
It's pea soup!
- Ask him to sit down. - Hackett pay the bill.
You never paid a bill.
Put up, Mr. Yellow.
He has two hands.
- Too stupid to eat. - Recently called you cunning.
- It can't be both. - Well, that kind of is the yellows!
Equally.
Well, huh? Better than rice.
The wife used to cook this stuff.
- You don't normally receive emails from anyone. - And? Out with the tongue.
What should you do in retirement ?!
Open a home for single mothers. What a snack!
I mean, where is your home?
What did you come back for?
It was decent and eat!
Check the wild.
Have you decided when and how?
- Immediately after the meal. - Where? In here?
- There will be blood. - Swabs us up well.
Don't like steak?
Say... - Oh, you.
- Does it taste good? - You have it good, you civilians.
This is a delicious wine. Come on to bid on it.
Excuse me, a little cork...
He doesn't drink.
So it is fair. - Is not true?
- You do not care? - Is it against your religion?
Muslims do not drink.
The guy knows everything except how to win the war.
Cheers.
There is no need to waste good wine on a yellow.
He doesn't like my wine. It makes me unhappy. Because?
Well, who does not agree with us, making us insecure and becoming our enemy.
It is in this century of the sick: Either you have a right or a wrong.
- The wine is delicious, no wonder... - Thanks for the wine, captain.
Excuse me if I penetrated myself. You understood military duties.
Who would be interested in hearing the speech.
What worries you?
He?
Human life means nothing to them - not even their own.
Is not true. Not according to the field guide.
You got one in the library!
Read it!
- Where should I start? - From the start.
- "Korea soon." - Tall and standing.
"Prepared by the defense information item."
Facing the surface.
"Geography: blue mountains."
What language of our grunts: "blue mountains."
Idiot who wrote it didn't have to carry his ass over those mountains.
He was tired of the war all the tape changes.
Then the puppies can't fight anyone! Look...
"The climate is similar to ours." - That I brought Speedo!
"A densely populated country," Chock called out.
- The fish? - Sims?
No, not in Korea. Fish abound.
"Not according to the book"!
You forgot something...
- People. - Don't tease me, boy.
"Koreans are of the Mongoloid race, similar to the Chinese and Japanese."
"They have high cheekbones and test an imposing and proud race."
"They are very friendly and courtesy is part of the custom."
- How to burn lieutenants alive. - They fought a target under orders!
You have already been hit. However, you continued to kill!
You yellow kills, instead of living!
As you wish, yellow!
Ask the administrator to get my bag.
Stay there.
- Will you do this? - I will obey orders.
This is expensive on the black market in Singapore.
- Has it dropped in price? - In case you change your mind...
... if we don't have a sick prisoner.
Steward cleans. Good night.
I see you tomorrow morning.
Then, he will find a dead man.
Why should we? We're following the incident...
I was going to take care of yourself.
No more talking, boy. Now I give you an order.
Do it. We're on deck.
Register when the job is done.
Don't torment me good boy? After all I did for him!
Yes, I forced the gun on you.
Received, but for your own good.
He becomes very wet, he emphasizes with.
You must have seen my father reproach me. Never a word of praise.
They made the slightest mistake so small.
Didn't I treat you so well? I recommend it constantly.
Every air raid brings me and rescues him.
But when he tries to stop me from following orders, it's the last straw.
Want a?
You must understand! I can not...
He says you are.
Didn't I give you an order?
Do you have evening classes for yellows?
Good?
I do not.
- It's wrong. - I will not give you incorrect orders.
He must not run. He's going to have to do it.
You have just received a serious attack from civilians and sick.
I'm trying to learn to think like a soldier... to act like one.
When it comes to death, the other or me applies.
- Are you a soldier. I gave you orders. - But he is a prisoner!
He had killed you. Although we would like them to - "What are we fighting for, then?"
I didn't hear it for the first time in Guadalcanal.
A guy named Herb Solomon. Nice spot.
He joked that he owned the island, since it is part of the Solomon Islands.
One night, two were sent out on reconnaissance alone.
He was not himself. I wanted to know why in the dark.
Yom Kippur, he said. It proved to be a Jewish feast of something.
He didn't kill that night.
I didn't think of anything until I took a captured guard.
I wanted to kill him directly, but Herb said no.
How do they do it, I said.
Will we be like, what we're fighting for, then, he says.
I let myself be convinced to take the prisoner back.
But we will not be returning. There's in the jungle in the dark...
... I suddenly felt lonely. I whispered your name. No answer.
I go back and find you.
Cut throat... eyes wide open. Jappsarn had jumped on him.
What was done? Desired good weekend?
I couldn't even bury him.
So I came back alone and realized that all the way:
The weekend kept him dead.
He gave in once... and died.
To kill a man out of battle is murder, regardless of the end or not.
You have to choose between being difficult... or death.
- Be Briscoe or Solomon? - Yes, if you wish.
Nice Yom Kippur in that case.
Good morning Captain.
- Problems with our guests at night? - No sir.
Flights to starboard!
- What is?! - Flights!
With their helmets!
starboard!
Take charge!
Svenson, check the cargo for leaks.
Briscoe, come with your men!
- Check whether the cargo is damaged. - Dennison...
Take cover!
In the basement. No shoes, buckles or metal!
Cover it. - No metal!
- Everything is delicious. - Smell it, captain.
Thanks for the help, Mr. Briscoe.
No metal.
Evacuate the tire!
- Here a leak in the joint! - Mark!
The rudder does not obey. Stop the machine!
- Captain, a wounded man! - Open door 2!
Pass the fire hose!
planet stack, but keep an eye out.
do not connect by hitting it. - Up!
- Out with him! - So yes...
Continue... to the side.
Dump!
Rinse off! Leave the door open and ventilate!
Take care of Schmidt's body.
When we go, Nick.
A yellow did that.
Your watch. You haven't seen the ceremony before.
Its urgency and completion impresses country people.
It doesn't matter to him whether it happens here or a little east of the country.
- Are we so close to land? - The night you pass even closer.
- Thank you. - For what?
For...
...Clock.
- Can he sit for a while? - If he is strongly connected.
- Should we play gin? - I would like to wash your socks.
Well, what did he say? You spoke to the captain.
He gave me my watch back.
Have you changed your mind now? Dennison, I'm talking to you.
Let him be.
Look at this. Have you changed sides?
I'm not on someone's page. We can do things like this, but others...
... I don't like killing.
I therefore like to kill? Good not to be the one who slipped in the spa.
- Dead is better than being killed. - Why worry, it's not me.
I do it in your place.
- Want to protect the soft ice? Do it. - Nick, you can't do it too!
Oh no? Tell him about Busan.
Okay, stöddis. End it.
You don't have to intervene. He couldn't force me.
I had still been in turn, was unable to refuse.
He saved me from the war immediately.
So you laugh with him and wash your socks.
I was full of forgiveness at all.
Drunk me becoming a killer. I can't believe it, can I?
Packed me like crazy. I can kill with my own hands.
Fortunately Briscoe was silent.
He uses it against you.
He owns you, Nick.
I do not want to mess with him, if someone yellow!
- His family, huh? - He probably participates not voluntarily.
Who wants to leave the family to fight a war?
- Poor, yellow. - Don't call him that!
Name...
Everything in the book is certainly dirt.
Your identification card!
Your name? Dennison - Hackett.
Name?
In Korea, there is a smith-name. - Kim?
Kim?
I can oriental languages! - Hackett, nice.
can you do it now?
- When Briscoe gives the order, obey it. - Look at him.
He just looks... but I know.
You see it in your eyes. He goes through his life.
Your eyes will follow us. Not just me - without us.
- I don't want to live with your eyes. - I understand what you mean, but...
There is a solution.
We are very close to the country.
At night, I can put you in one of the lifeboats.
At worst, he becomes a prisoner of war.
- He can't row with one arm. - It can be executed.
- Even Briscoe, then? - I'll hold it out.
I delaying you until tonight...
I intend to get rid of yellow and don't care about your opinion!
Omkullpratad, huh?
Snack! When he starts trading at the United Nations, I...
Bourbon?
- Where did you get that? - A sailor is sold for 40 dollars.
I thought it was on with and thought to celebrate.
- I'll do it later. - Clear...
You taste it, huh?
An iron will not hurt. Have a drink.
- Just a little. - What's the toast for?
Rosie, huh?
Better you, Nick. Do not murder a jeppe this.
Sweep the lot. You paws only.
The right lasts now!
So, where you kill is not a guy! Sweep it!
See so hard right!
I don't want to hurt you. Beware of playing with Hackett.
Be upset now!
I warn you. Sweeps Hackett to, they stay down.
Corporal Hackett is lethal.
- Corporal Hackett? - It's been a long time since I was a corporal.
No, as long as you beat that lieutenant in Busan.
What night! Hook, jab, hook!
Just as I taught you.
The first fight I ever won against anyone...
- Normally, he became an officer! - Who did you leave in record time?
Sergeant Briscoe!
Everything wondered where the corporal was almost killed that bastard.
military police searched the city.
The congregation was looking not to.
To demote me was smart of you.
Jaws Briscoe... 20 years.
- Don't talk like that Briscoe? - You are rarely my favoritmenige.
It's the finishing touch like him.
- Let this be serious. - Now, all the yellows get it!
Blow on!
Undefeated world champion, "Killer" Hackett!
No, Nick! You will be your slave for life!
- I will avenge Troy and Walsh! - Get out of here!
So it must sound like. Forget about them.
- And Crespi too! - Exactly.
- You can't treat him like that! - You didn't let me do that.
- He would have avoided if you set up. - You're not drunk.
I was recently completed on victory day. Next time will be when the yellow die.
You pig!
You must...
You started this war.
We don't want the thing that you have.
You have nothing. I don't even like rice.
Does your brother own a Chinese restaurant on Front Street in Chicago?
You don't even your own brother? You don't understand a word, do you?
Idiotguling...
Although this was a gulingbåt, I would be the idiot.
It all depends on where you are and who you are...
... and who has the gun.
If you had printed it in a remote place, I would take you out.
But when I lived with you for a while, knowing your name...
...It's not that easy.
Although I have to do this, but I don't want to...
I must do it.
Do me a favor...
I have to do it, but when it's done...
... don't let your eyes haunt me.
I must do it... - Why would I do that ?!
Because?!
Because he is a sergeant!
I'm going to make you a congregation.
So there is... the congregation!
Why should I do that ?!
He owns you... says the guy.
He does me no service. The boy is right.
You used it there for a long time, you big monkey!
I'm not your toilet! Why should I be ?!
Answer me!
Okay, Briscoe... Where are you ?!
Wait a minute...
I have to think.
waving me with the gun there, they jump on me.
I must take it easy.
Briscoe!
Listen, friend? Where the hell are you ?!
Where are you, you bastard!
Good night, sir!
- Did you see the sergeant? - He smokes in the stern.
Thank you. It wobbles a bit at night...
... but you fix the beautiful boat.
Get out, Briscoe!
Are you funky? - Stick, chubby.
Stay away.
Then come Briscoe. Is afraid?
Come on. Who's the owner now?
Say you don't own me.
Nobody owns me. Say that or I will kill you!
As you wish... I own you.
Bigger for everyone to hear!
I don't own Hackett!
Do you even know why?
You do not hurt that löjtisen.
Don't you think you got it?
You were drunk and hit the air.
- Who? Who?! - Me! You just stayed there.
You just screamed. Usually you, Nick. Just empty words.
- So, I... - Right.
- All the time you have... - You did it and there's something big!
- Come on then, fighter! - You damn...
- There are no promotions on my platform! - Are we walking and speed?
Then give a fuck about me!
What are you looking at?
He looks away.
You understand everything... everything.
- Do you feel better? - Yes.
Deep down, I knew enough that he lied.
He doesn't take me - no one owns me.
- Before dawn, I take Kim... - No, we do it.
Rest here. I check the lifeboats.
The captain.
What happened?
- An accident. - Sad...
Man overboard!
- Stop the machine! - No, keep waking him up!
So, they don't care about their lives, huh?
A lifeline!
Brace!
Fuck him, save yourself!
Shelf.
To hell with Briscoe, that is. But applicable laws - military.
You're in trouble.
Will I read the law for you - or read the manuals?
I actually read an excerpt and witnessed some martial courts.
Attention!
I follow the law as they are also expected to do.
Military Law 94 applies riot and insubordination.
Do you know the penalty for two privates who agree to refuse orders?
Any question?
Section 96: Release of prisoners without authorization.
Clause 99: If the soldier fails to capture or bring down a fictitious revolt
- He is equated with desertion. You probably know the penalty for him.
You must have broken a dozen other sections.
Attention!
Don't think that I'm scared.
At dawn, I contact the staff and you must be close and listen.
I learned a law in 19 years.
Two rascals will not have to fuck my trajectory a year before the muck.
You stand at attention until dawn, and let my words sink.
Then be one of you to get the job done, otherwise I send the report.
Do you think I bows, ask Nick. He knows.
- Something is strange, Briscoe... - Attention!
One thing is strange, I said.
You sent me to do it, but you left it in the shredder.
Stab order to kill the excluded non-sergeant prisoners.
Why did you do it yourself?
I tried... you hit the arm.
Really?
Do I really miss you?
He didn't mean anything!
Too late, Nick. He said it.
Look at it while you do it.
Should I kiss you goodbye?
The two of you hate me, don't you?
Difficult Don't Briscoe, gulingdödaren. He's not as sensitive as we are, is he?
You wanted to kill me. Like? When talking about life outside of me?
Nick, you can't kill anyone. Not löjtisen in Pusan?... no.
You are not harsh enough. But my lie made for a decent soldier.
Is that you...
You gave a damn about Troy, but risked your life for yellow.
Do you know why you hate me? Troy was scared in my place.
This happened to Troy your fault.
Why do you hate me - you know I know.
It shows that I did the job.
I will handle it very well.
Start praying, yellow, Briscoe will make holes in you.
You don't understand... but he leaves.
Stop staring.
Stop staring, damn it!
- Cure Pallade does not. - Shut up, Nick.
You said that if a man softens he is dead.
Maybe he is human... and even Briscoe.
Is it so wrong if a man is humanity?
Go away, boy.
I know... that I had to choose, I would like to be Briscoe.
We must go and report.
I'll find out - not you. We must declare an infraction.
- Are you going to sacrifice 19 years? - Don't you think I thought about that?
- Nobody needs to know about him. - I will know. Come on.
Does the radio? I want to send.
We are in our own waters.
B Broad Inferno Five. Can you hear me? Come on.
Hell Five to B for Broadbeach. We missed you for two days.
The transmitter was out. I want to report a rough...
I want to report a serious violation of discipline. Come on.
They tried to reach him.
The truce went into effect on 22 last night. I repeat...
Take precautions against enemy only when attacked. Understood? Come on.
- You promised to come home with me! - Let me show you the Briscoe city.
Do you remember, instead of...
Look for the word "truce".
Continue with your load for finishing. Arrival report.
Got it. Clearly - end.
Say that to yellow.
Attention to all...
A cease fire occurred.
I repeat: the fire there. We don't have details yet...
Blow.
Attention! The prisoner escaped.
He's been coming down in the basement. Probably for sabotage.
- Chat with your friends! - There are no glosses!
Keep looking!
There must be a word of peace!
"Food... bed... cig... girl..."
Everything but that!
Talk to him, say his name. We accompany you.
- All metal. - Away from waiting!
He knows you tried to kill him!
- He blows up the ship in the air! - He maybe hears Dennison.
- We need to talk about peace! - It's ours and your only chance!
Stop the machine!
Kim! That's me - Dennison!
Chopper, stay here and block the way.
Kim, it's over!
Drop the knife. The war is over.
I think I was right! You better succeed, your lack!
No, Kim!
I was right all along! Your kollrade snack me away!
He's an animal! Kill, kill! Softens man... I could have stayed there!
It was him or me! - You must have seen him, Nick.
You heard your anfallsrop!
He shouted "athlete hasu ubda". It means "I can't".
He wanted to say "I can't".
I read it.
- I can't... - He, like us, couldn't do it.
- No flag? - We only have Finnish.
Add it.
These are our words - not yours. They are not suitable here.
However, we all know that we must do something.
Because? Perhaps to remind us of the value of human life.
Perhaps the killing should guarantee that a part of it dies.
Regardless of the reasons, it is appropriate, especially in mass death in times of war...
... we provide a single human death.
A man died.
Do you want to express something, Mr. Briscoe?
He did not understand our words.
I hope he understands our silence.
Good Morning.
In the days when the war ends are always right.