(dramatic music)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(bushes rustling)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(leaves crunching)
(dramatic music continues)
(clothes rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
- Why have we stopped?
- Platoon-sized NVA.
- Where?
- I just know (breathing heavily).
- Listen, fairy dust,
I don't have time for your intuition bullshit.
We're late at the waypoint.
(dramatic music continues) (gun clicking)
(gunshots blasting)
(gear clanging)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(grenade launcher popping)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(gunshots blasting)
(soldier grunting)
(gear clanging)
(gunshot blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshots blasting)
- [Soldier] Is that all you've got, you stupid donkey dicks?
I will fucking send you to hell.
Come on.
(footsteps plodding) (gunshots blasting)
(Thumper breathing heavily) (mortar exploding)
(metal clanking)
(grenade launcher popping)
(grenade exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
- [Soldier] Woo.
(Harold breathing heavily)
(mortar exploding)
(bullets whizzing)
(Harold breathing heavily)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(Harold breathing heavily)
- [Soldier] Lieutenant Holis, are you wounded?
(Harold breathing heavily)
(gunshots blasting)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(bag rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
- [Radio Announcer] From AFVN,
that's The Who and "My Generation."
- [Doc] John. (metal clanging)
- [Radio Announcer] Someone's already done that joke,
so I'll just move right along to serious business.
Getting home in case of emergency is
as easy as one, two, three.
Here's how.
One, you leave your family's contact
at the local Red Cross in (indistinct).
Two, the Red Cross contacts you
and supplies your commanding officer-
- Fan mail from Crystal?
- Yeah.
- [Radio Announcer] And three, the company cuts your orders,
and you're on your way, so let's hope-
- Come on, hurry up.
- (laughing) Okay.
- Open the fucking box.
(knife slashing)
- Well, aren't you gonna read it?
- [Radio Announcer] This is just to remind you
that we're celebrating-
- Yep.
- [Radio Announcer] As we bring you the big AFVN Fairways
Monday morning
at 6:45 AM. (paper rustling)
- Oh (laughs), melted.
(radio blaring upbeat music)
Nice.
- My mom sent these from Colorado (laughs).
It's just like
this world of these doesn't exist anymore (laughs).
- Wear those out in the bush,
Charlie will be able to see you from Cambodia (laughs).
- I don't go running around in my underwear (laughs).
- Glad to hear that Tom, my man, (laughs)
'cause you already too white, (laughing) see?
♪ But I know I got one more shot ♪
- They'll give me good luck.
(box creaking) ♪ Things in love ♪
(box thudding) ♪ And even every day ♪
♪ You'll see ♪ - Hey, Doc,
(plastic crinkling)
let me see that picture of your church girlfriend again.
I need something to jerk off to.
♪ I'll never let you go ♪
♪ No, no ♪ (camera clinking)
♪ I want to fight, but it's killing me inside ♪
- [John] Hey, shut up, Burd.
- I'm just saying she's fine.
(feet thudding)
- Come children, let's talk nice.
♪ I'll never let you go, no, no ♪
♪ I want to fight, but it's killing me inside ♪
- Thump, you ever wonder
why your hand's so white on the inside?
Think it's just the white man just trying to get out?
- Bird brain, you really are an ignorant fool.
(Burd laughs)
(footsteps plodding)
- Ah, I don't mean nothing.
(gear clanging)
Till I knew you, Thump (exhales),
I didn't know no nig,
no Black guys
(Burd grunts)
spics,
kikes,
(laughs) queers,
no Negros.
(hand patting)
(gun clinking)
(John sighing)
- Well, Burd, one sure time
you've pissed off just about everyone.
You either shut your mouth, or I'm gonna shut it for you.
- [Radio Announcer] Don't forget to listen to AM-
(cot creaking)
stateside surveys-
- It don't mean nothing.
- [Radio Announcer] He really does do a good show,
and I think you'll enjoy it,
and update yourself with the top 40 hits
coming outta the US with Big Bob Zing.
♪ You say you want love ♪ (feet shuffling)
♪ You say you want truth ♪
(plastic crinkling) (gravel crunching)
♪ You say you want it easy ♪
(plastic crinkling)
♪ You say you want proof ♪
♪ You say you want a fire ♪
(camera clicking)
- Goddammit.
(footsteps plodding)
- I just wanted us to remember.
(engine revving)
(dog panting) (footsteps plodding)
(engine purring) (footsteps plodding)
(door clicking)
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
- [Crawford] You're Heinrick.
- [Heinrick] That I am.
(chair clanking)
- You may as well know I don't want you here.
(clothes rustling)
(Heinrick sighs)
(boot thudding)
- You must be Crawford.
MACV cuts my orders, not the CIA.
- Our situation in I Corps is fragile enough without some-
- Without what?
Without a special forces captain
here with a personal vendetta?
(dramatic music)
- Yeah.
(paper rustling)
That and the rest of it.
(drawer slamming)
(footsteps plodding)
(chair creaking)
(footsteps plodding)
We're right up against the DMZ with North Vietnam, here.
- Crawford.
I can read a fucking map.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
That's the perfect location for the North
to start a wholesale invasion on the South.
- A North Vietnamese army offensive is imminent here
in Quang Tri Province.
(Heinrick laughs)
- I've been saying that for months.
Nothing's happened.
- Intelligence from our special forces in Laos says
that brigade-sized units have infiltrated
through Laos on the Ho Chi Minh Trail last week.
(dramatic music continues)
- Wasn't supposed to be any special forces in Laos.
It's a good thing somebody's still fighting
for what's right, not just for what's legal.
- That's why we've been bombing all along the trail.
- [Heinrick] You ever heard of crabgrass, Crawford?
- No.
(dramatic music continues)
- Well, it's tenacious.
You gotta dig it and pull it,
but you never really get it all.
You have to extract every tiny, invisible little root
'cause, otherwise, the just grows back.
- Yes, I suppose so.
(feet shuffling)
(paper rustling) (dramatic music continues)
The NVA's local contact is a Viet Cong province chief.
He's holed up somewhere in a free-fire zone.
(file thudding)
We have intel that his people have been trained
to guide the NVA into our bases and into Hue.
(match scraping)
We find him and identify his cadre, we get a twofer.
We disrupt that NVA offensive,
dismantle the VC network in Quang Tri.
(dramatic music continues)
Heinrick, you bring him back.
(paper rustling)
- You know that's a large area to find someone.
- [Crawford] Someone higher up doesn't like you.
- Yeah, well.
- (sighs) It's all free fire around those hamlets,
farmers, all loyal to the North.
(dramatic music continues)
(bystander speaking indistinctly)
- Guess no democracy or the American way for them, huh?
- Our ARVN allies have worked over two of his helpers,
but we can't get 'em to talk.
- Oh, they'll talk.
You just gotta ask the right questions.
(cigarette hissing)
(leash clinking)
Come on.
(Crawford sighs)
(door clicking and squeaking)
(mellow country music)
♪ Baby, lead us to the sunshine ♪
- You know why Harry Hole nearly got ourselves killed?
- Thumper.
♪ Through the doorway ♪
Why not call Lieutenant Holis Hairy Holes?
(Thumper laughs)
- My son, you do not want to know (laughs).
♪ That was on my mind ♪
- Because, Tommy, Lieutenant Holis, he's an asshole.
(Thumper laughs)
- Oh, (laughs) seemed all right to me.
(Thumper laughs)
- Okay, Mr. White, why did Hairy Hole Holis pull that,
"We have to get to our waypoint," shit?
Since when does he care about a waypoint?
- What's a waypoint? (boot thudding)
- 'Cause Cap'n said he need to have combat experience
to get his own company.
(blanket rustling)
- In other words, he has to get his card punched
before he can get a company and make captain?
That piece of shit.
- Exactly.
(blanket rustling)
(boots thudding) (jerrican clanging)
(handgun clicking)
- No, Johnny.
They'll throw your ass in the stockade.
(footsteps plodding)
Johnny.
(Johnny breathing heavily) (footsteps plodding)
Johnny.
(Johnny breathing heavily)
(footsteps plodding)
(tent rustling)
(gunshot blasting)
(tent rustling)
(shirt thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
- Reese (groaning), you're dead (breathing heavily).
(POW breathing heavily)
(gun clinking)
(dramatic music)
- Hiya, boys.
I might need a little bit of information,
and I know that one of you is gonna give it to me.
Now, we can do this the easy way.
(gun clinking)
Or, we can do this the hard way.
(dramatic music continues)
(jacket rustling)
(photo rustling)
You boys see this guy, huh?
You see that?
(dramatic music continues)
I need to know where he is.
You see that?
Hey. (gun clinking)
(Heinrick speaking in foreign language)
(dramatic music intensifies)
(Heinrick speaking in foreign language), huh?
Aight.
(dramatic music continues)
I guess we're picking the hard way.
(ear bursting) (POW yelling)
(body thudding)
(POW whimpering)
(blood squelching) (POW whimpering)
(Heinrick laughing)
(POW breathing heavily)
I think you gotta tell me where he is, huh?
(POW breathing heavily) (dramatic music continues)
Get up.
Get up, you.
There you go.
Come on, come on.
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
Now, buddy.
You see this map right here.
Put this, come on.
You got it?
Now, point right here, and where the fuck is he?
(dramatic music continues)
(POW inhales) (feet shuffling)
Ah, there you go, huh?
Fucking walk.
Come on, walk.
(water sloshing)
- [Radio Announcer] Stateside, they're all describing
what race good old US of A-
- They're at the river.
(lively horn music)
- [Radio Announcer] Yes, America is a big land-
- Yeah?
So what?
- [Radio Announcer] America is 7% of the world's-
- They're always going off, be alone together.
(cloth thudding)
- [Radio Announcer] Its farmlands produce 13% of-
- Yeah.
(cloth rustling)
I know,
but sure I don't wanna know.
- [Radio Announcer] And despite criticism
of policies and people,
our country is looked up to for leadership-
- They've been close
ever since that hill country cluster fuck.
That's all.
- [Radio Announcer] We thought you'd just like
to hear something-
(match hissing) (dramatic music)
(matchbox thudding)
- I got just the squad for you.
(bell ringing)
They're great trackers.
- Is that right, Crawford?
(birds chirping)
(helicopters whirring)
(rock splashing)
(water sloshing)
(birds chirping)
(water sloshing)
(birds chirping)
(airplane humming)
(birds chirping)
(helicopter whirring)
(birds chirping)
(helicopter whirring)
(birds chirping)
(helicopter whirring)
- Johnny.
(grass rustling)
John.
First sergeant wants you.
(birds chirping)
(feet shuffling)
(clothes rustling)
(feet shuffling)
(clothes rustling)
(birds chirping)
- [Camp Radio Announcer] The first flag, two, two, inbound,
ETA standby, over.
- Sergeant Reese, you seem to think
I have an endless supply of lieutenants.
(canister thudding)
I do not.
- [John] I understand.
- They keep getting killed or transferred out
after a few months in the bush,
and now, Lieutenant Holis wants to kill you
because you discharged your weapon next to his ear.
- First Sergeant, you- - Don't care.
Captain would have to court marshal him for killing you,
and I lose another junior officer.
- [John] But he was- - Don't care.
- [Camp Radio Announcer] Battery four, major close.
- I also have a shortage of good NCOs,
so I can't court martial you because then I'd have privates
leading platoons in the field.
(saliva sputtering)
Do you understand my problem?
- First Sergeant, I sensed NVA,
platoon sized, in front of us.
- [Schott] Sensed?
- And Johnny, Sergeant Reese heard
a Chicom machine gun bolt click.
We needed to pull back and call in arty,
but Hairy Hole-
- Sensed and needed.
This is not a California hippie commune.
This is an infantry company.
And Alexander, I didn't ask you anything.
Alexander, why are you even here?
I called for Reese.
Fucking Batman and Robin.
I should cancel your R&R,
and Reese, you should be rotting in the Long Binh Jail.
(canister clanking)
(chair creaking)
(radio announcer speaking indistinctly)
But God help me for having to be the one who says it.
You saved Lieutenant Holis's ass.
(radio announcer speaking indistinctly)
Battalion just called.
Hairy Ho, Lieutenant Holis is gonna get his company.
(radio announcer speaking indistinctly)
Sergeant Reese, get outta here.
(footsteps plodding)
Alexander, stay.
- First Sergeant. - Don't, no.
Don't say a word.
(birds chirping)
I thought I'd seen this army do every fool thing possible.
(radio announcer speaking indistinctly)
Sergeant Alexander, your request
for officer candidate school has been tentatively approved.
Just need battalion okay.
By God, they're gonna make you an officer.
You are dismissed.
And Alexander, don't fuck this up.
(soldiers laughing)
- [Ian] Man, his place always smells like shit.
- [John] Yeah, it's the smell of victory.
(bottle clinking)
- [Thumper] Ian, been smoking
that stuff again I see. (gate creaking)
(soldier laughing)
- [Soldier] Is Mamasan a real mother?
- [Soldier] Yeah, she's a real motherfucking bitch.
(peaceful music)
- [Thumper] Appreciate it.
- [Soldier] I mean, I'll go back to-
- [Thumper] All right, y'all, boys.
- There we go.
(glass clinking) - Bird brain.
- Hey.
♪ There's emotion ♪
- Doc, not for you.
(soldiers laughing)
- What'd you get us, boy?
- For my man right here, I got the best for the best.
- (laughs) I don't know what that means, but I'll take some.
(soldiers laughing)
- All right, so what are we cheersing to?
- Birdie.
(soldiers laughing)
- No.
(glasses clinking)
- You know how many times- - Yeah.
Woo.
- [Soldier] What we got going on here, boys?
- [Soldier] Getting fucked up.
- [Soldier] Hell, yeah. - Go get some drinks, man.
- [Soldier] Mm-hmm.
(dog tags clinking)
(feet shuffling) ♪ Maybe I been riding too long ♪
(glass thudding)
♪ You know you're fine ♪
♪ But I tried to last just a little more ♪
♪ On the way ♪ (glass thudding)
♪ Come ♪
- Well, let's do another or something, huh?
- Yeah, yeah. - That's what I'm talking,
let's do another one. - Let's get something
going on.
- Yeah, maybe a nice little dance (laughs)?
Yeah?
- [Soldier] Yeah, 'cause I, I've heard
some stories about her.
- [Soldier] I don't know who she is,
but I know what she going get.
(soldiers laughing)
- [Soldier] We got beers.
- [Soldier] That's what I'm talking about.
- [Soldier] Beers have arrived.
- [Soldier] You're a messiah.
- Mamasan, two more.
(soldier speaking indistinctly)
- [Soldier] Surprised they ain't drinking
Shirley Temples or some shit.
- [Burd] Oh, they're all fucking pussies (laughs).
- [Soldier] You know.
- You don't wanna see.
They're, they're the biggest pussies
in this place. - All right.
So, we got one more.
Who's this for, who's this for, who's this for?
Who wants it? - I'll fucking-
- Doc. - Who wants it?
- [Group] Doc, doc, doc.
- Okay.
Goes right there.
Ain't nothing but space-
- Man, too many, Doc, make it happy for me.
- [Soldier] How many tools?
You tell me. - [Soldier] Stays true.
Even though I don't agree with it,
I respect that you can put up
with the motherfucker in all of us.
- Yeah, right.
- By the way, I talked to, to Rose over there.
She was saying she going to take care of us.
- Really? - Oh, really?
Okay. - I told her
to give us about two-
- That says something, that says something.
(relaxing music)
I remember the first time I spoke to a woman.
- Yeah, right? (laughs)
(soldiers laughing)
- [Soldier] Oh, excuse me.
- [Soldier] Yeah, and you, and you started squirming
once you saw the cat,
and you just kaboom, kaboom, and just ran out (laughs).
- Ow, bitch bit my ear.
(chair creaking)
- Leave her.
- Whatever, she just bit me.
- Yeah, no shit, what do you (laughing) expect?
Why don't you find one of 'em with no teeth?
You know, be easier.
(soldiers laughing)
- [Soldier] Fucking Gomer (laughs).
- Don't worry about that shit, come on.
Fuck them.
Don't worry about those fucking fags.
Don't worry about them.
(soldier groans)
Well, ground pounders, long time no see.
- Well, if it isn't
the rear-echelon motherfuckers finally arriving.
Welcome to the war, boys.
I didn't think you were actually into fighting the enemy.
(relaxing music continues)
- Got in late last night.
NVA closed the roads.
- Oh, yeah?
The fuck you do about it?
Throw tire irons at 'em?
(soldiers laughing)
- Hey, no fighting in here.
(bottle thudding)
(bartender speaking in foreign language)
(coin clinking)
(glass clinking) (whiskey sloshing)
- [Soldier] I want some free whiskey.
- [Soldier] Free whiskey's for pussies.
- Huh, at least we ain't fighting this war
by waving our dicks at each other.
(glass thudding) (soldier laughing)
(glass thudding)
When did infantry go butt pirate?
Thought that was a Navy thing.
(chair clanging)
- Macklin, shut your mouth and drink up.
You and your friends are leaving now.
- Look at that.
Pet Pirate wants us to get outta here
so he can go all kissy kissy with his boyfriend.
- Is that
fucking funny to you? - Hey.
Fuck him, though.
- That's fucking funny to you, isn't it?
- Shit.
Macklin, you should know better
than the show up here and talk shit.
- Alexander, you queer fucker.
- And?
(radio announcer chattering indistinctly)
Say it again, you coward motherfucker.
(energetic music)
- Fuck you.
(body thudding)
(fists thudding)
(body thudding)
(soldier grunting)
- No way, motherfucker.
(body thudding)
(soldiers grunting) - Motherfucker.
(body thudding)
(energetic music continues)
(fist thudding)
(John breathing heavily)
- John, you always stick up for that faggot?
(Macklin yelling)
- Now, specialist fourth class Macklin,
do you have an apology for Sergeant Alexander?
(Macklin breathing heavily)
Do you?
- I'm sorry (whimpering).
(energetic music continues)
(Macklin breathing heavily)
(Thumper groaning)
(body thudding)
(door creaking)
- That was all fucking about you two?
- Go ahead, say it.
- I wanna know who the fuck is next to me in a foxhole,
who's taking a fucking shower next to me,
who has my back in a fucking firefight,
and why the fuck I am fighting in a bar.
(door clanging)
- We should get back to company.
- I just don't wanna think
one of you are just trying to suck my dick.
- Who would wanna suck your ugly cock?
- Don't fuck- - Hey, hey.
- Think about it. - Fuck you, man, fuck you.
- Hey.
(gravel crunching)
- I just put one of them truck-driving fools down
'cause they disrespected all of us.
We're alive today 'cause you always told us the truth.
I'll never forget what you did in them damn hills ever.
But this, this.
(footsteps plodding)
- [Burd] Go fuck yourselves.
- Hey, hey, Burd, man, look.
Doc, come on, let's go.
(footsteps plodding)
- Yeah, you know what?
I'm outta here.
(crickets chirping)
- Hey, I'm sorry.
I just wanted us to be together tonight.
- Hell, I woulda killed him if it he'd'a hurt ya.
You know, if the army finds out we're fuck-
- What are they gonna do, send us to Vietnam?
- They don't let queers be officers, Ian.
Get that through your fucking head.
They don't let queers be officers.
(crickets chirping)
(dramatic music)
(crickets chirping)
(John breathing heavily)
- [Ian] Hey.
(dramatic music continues)
Hey.
- I'm all right.
Don't go.
(dramatic music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(breath whooshing)
(dramatic music continues)
- It's okay.
(hands slapping)
(dramatic music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(stick clattering)
(dramatic music continues)
(John sobbing)
Can we speak with you?
(John sobbing)
- My French is better than my English.
They try to control our country
for 100 year,
and then they left.
And now, you have come.
(monk speaking in foreign language)
(dramatic music continues)
You suffer
because you are attached to this fighting
and to the dead.
They are free.
You are not.
(dramatic music continues)
(chain clinking)
(dramatic music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(chain clinking)
The dead, they have no secrets.
On the third day,
peril.
(birds chirping)
(boot thudding)
(water splashing)
- [Ian] How you doing?
You wanna sit down?
- [John] All right.
(birds chirping)
- [Ian] We don't have to go home, you know.
We could stay here after the war.
(birds chirping)
- [John] You have to,
you have to see the world the way it is, Ian.
It, it, there's no place for people like us.
(dramatic music continues)
- We're pushing it, two tours.
I've been stabbed.
You've been shot.
We could go someplace and just be alone.
(birds chirping)
You could recover.
(John sighs)
(dramatic music continues)
First sergeant thinks battalion'll approve
my orders for OCS.
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(Ian exhales)
- Well, you deserve it, man.
(birds chirping)
(lips smacking)
(John breathing heavily)
(John laughs)
(lips smacking)
(Ian laughing)
(lips smacking)
- [Doc] We got a mission.
(dramatic music continues)
- What about Tet?
(birds chirping)
(Ian sighs)
(clothes rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
- It's a Sneaky Pete mission.
I went to supply to get HE rounds,
and they got zip-a-dee-doo-dah.
We better hoping to go
in blind, deaf, and stupid during Tet.
- [Ian] Somebody fucked up.
We have to have a ammo.
- Battalion wants you five jokers
for a Phoenix mission,
grab a VC province official.
They think he can lead us to the local VC
that are acting as scouts for the NVA.
(Ian sighs)
- First Sergeant, we're not special forces.
That's CIA business.
(saliva sputtering)
- I know that Alexander,
and I don't need you to tell me that.
This comes directly from the battalion commander,
in other words, from fucking God.
Whole world is on leave for Tet,
ARVN, half our company.
You are it.
- What about the Tet truce?
(Schott laughs)
- Lieutenant Holis has been promoted.
(Ian sighs)
Captain Heinrick,
a special forces type, will be joining you in the field.
- Yeah, we fucked.
- (scoffs) A captain, a special forces captain?
Oh, shit.
- You will salute him, call him sir,
and you will not let him do anything stupid.
(birds chirping)
S-3 says the NVA are crossing into Quang Tri Province.
Stay on the radio.
We will get you out
if you run into anything you cannot handle.
(Ian sighs)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
- Recall the last Tet truce, gentleman?
The NVA handed us our shit in a bag in them goddamn hills.
(helicopter whirring)
- These are the artillery frequencies
and pre-planned coordinates.
Johnny, better memorize it.
- Got your bubblegum, you ready to go?
(paper thudding)
- All set, minus the fact
that supply said they have no M-60 rounds.
- First Sergeant said check under his bed.
I'll go get 'em.
- Thanks.
Thump, you got a canister?
- Ah, I'll trade, uh, some your weed
for 15 rounds from Trunk Company, boy.
(soldiers laughing)
- Except for that Phoenix bullshit.
We're gonna sneak into some fucking village, grab Charlie,
slap his uncle, bring his ass back here.
ARVN'll torture him, he'll rat out his VC compadres
and become our last little fucking buddy.
- Oh, you know it.
He gonna be our Kit Carson scout, boy (laughs).
(gear clanging) - Hey, there, pussies.
(switch clicking) (metal clanking)
(helicopter whirring)
(dispatcher speaking indistinctly)
- Oh, that's it, Burd, fuck shit up.
Goddammit, Burd, ugh.
- [Soldier] Don't fuck it up.
- [Soldier] Got the (indistinct).
(soldiers laughing)
- [Soldier] We good, all right, everyone on?
- [Soldier] We good?
- [Soldier] These guys are fucking bullshit.
- [Soldier] Man, wasn't like you was-
- [Soldier] Let's do this. - with that anyway, fucker.
- [Soldier] Yeah, get the fuck outta here.
(dramatic music)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)
(helicopter whirring)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(leaves crunching)
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(lizard thudding)
(Burd grunting) (gear clanging)
- Fuck Vietnam.
(gun clanking)
(dramatic music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(leaves crunching)
(dramatic music continues)
- Don't point that gun at me.
The enemy's that way.
(feet thudding)
(knife clicking)
Gentlemen, name's Heinrick,
and you were being shadowed one click back,
though I already took care of one of 'em.
- Captain, we've been moving near a trail.
Let's set up on the trail and catch 'em in the dark,
call in artillery, and then scoot.
- Must be Reese, man after my own heart.
(birds chirping)
You fight to win.
- [Ian] It's the lead element of a large force.
(gear clanging)
(birds chirping)
- You must be Alexander.
- Yes, sir.
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(leaves crunching)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(branch crackling)
(leaves crunching)
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(gun clicking)
(dramatic music continues) (leaves rustling)
(dramatic music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(dramatic music continues)
(knife slashing)
(gear clanging)
(body thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(clothes rustling)
(arm thudding)
(metal clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(switch clicking)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
- Let's give 'em a fight.
Then, we'll pull out.
- Roger that.
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(grenade launcher popping)
(grenade exploding)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(grenade launcher popping)
(leaves rustling) (soldier panting)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(boot thudding)
(dramatic music)
- Sh.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)
- Doc, I'm gonna watch him.
(leaves crunching)
(dramatic music continues)
(gear clanging)
- Hey, hey.
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(gravel crunching)
(footsteps plodding)
- You like this.
- I like surprising 'em,
not that I'll hesitate.
- Outstanding work, sir.
There's a fast trail just behind us.
Prisoner was on it.
- Let's move out quick and quiet.
- Fucking A.
- Jesus.
(Burd laughs)
- Let's go.
(leaves rustling)
(dramatic music continues)
- Hey, let grab the other 60.
(crickets chirping)
(POW singing)
- Sh.
(crickets chirping)
(bubble popping)
- [Soldier] Fucking.
(peaceful music)
- You really mean that, hmm?
- I'm polite.
- Mm.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- (gasping) Wake up, wake up, wake up.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
(John breathing heavily)
- I want you- - Hey.
- No, look at me.
I want you to leave here.
(Ian exhales)
Take off from the rest, just go.
- Sh.
You're talking crazy, really a trick.
- No, please, you go back.
(Ian exhales)
Go to OCS if you want.
- Hey, I'm not going anywhere.
- You must go, yes, you must go.
- [Ian] I'm not going anywhere.
- [John] You must go.
Go.
- I'm right here, I'm right here.
(crickets chirping)
It was just a dream.
(crickets chirping)
- I'll marry Crystal.
- Sure you will,
and have lots of beautiful babies.
(crickets chirping)
You will.
(crickets chirping)
(clothes rustling)
(soldiers chattering indistinctly)
(birds chirping)
- Alexander, you're intuitive.
Know what the enemy's up to without even seeing him.
It's very useful.
And Reese, he can, well, he can smell 'em
and hear 'em, uh, like a natural hunter.
It's nice, but you can't skate around the fact of killing,
can't pick and choose who you're gonna kill
just so it makes you feel good.
You show mercy,
and some farmer with a gun is gonna shoot
your boyfriend in the back.
I know about the two of you, I know.
I do not approve of your situation.
- The fuck does that mean?
- You two, strutting around advertising
whatever the fuck it is you advertise.
Army boyfriends, is it?
At least have the decency to hide it.
- But what are you gonna do, Captain?
(gun clicking)
- You got your orders for OCS,
and I'm gonna have to approve those orders.
(gravel crunching)
(urine splashing)
(sheath clicking)
(birds chirping)
Hey, find out what that prisoner knows.
You speak Vietnamese, right?
(pants zipping)
(map rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(map rustling)
(John whispering in foreign language)
(finger tapping)
(POW whispering in foreign language)
(map thudding)
(POW whispering in foreign language)
(finger tapping)
(map rustling)
- [Soldier] Sorry about that.
- [Soldier] It's all right (indistinct).
(footsteps plodding)
- [Soldier] Anything good?
- Hey, don't fuck with me, okay?
What did he say?
- He's on a recon patrol,
at least 1,000 NVA approaching Quang Tri City
and more headed to take Hue,
and he says he misses his girlfriend.
- I'll bet he does, little fucker.
- I'll long Quang Tri.
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(lighter clicking)
Fat Lady One, this is Rover Two, over.
- [Fat Lady One] One, two.
- We have one, zero, zero, zero, November, Victor, Alpha
approaching Ben Lot from an undisclosed location.
At this very moment, we're eight clicks south of Ben Lot.
Are helicopters available?
- [Fat Lady One] Negative extract, top six.
Continue mission, over.
- What the fuck?
Thanks a fucking lot. (map snapping)
(radio clanking)
They say thanks for the heads up, no helicopters available.
(birds chirping)
- The NVA are attacking about here.
We wait for dark, cross their line of attack,
and get extracted when choppers are available.
- [Heinrick] No, we finish our mission.
We take away their tour guides to Hue.
- (laughs) That's all well and good, sir,
if it weren't for a regiment of regular NVA.
- We will finish our mission.
- Not if it means we all die.
We have a prisoner with intel.
(Ian breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
Hey, he's a POW.
(gear clanging)
- [Burd] He's right.
(POW breathing heavily)
- Ian.
(gear clanging)
(POW whimpering)
- [Heinrick] Not so tough.
(gun clicking) (POW gasping)
(body thudding)
- [Burd] It had to be done.
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
- It's called murder.
- I call that leadership.
You and your friend here wanna sweat the details.
- (sighs) Americans fight by the rules.
- You fight by the rules, you will lose this war.
(dramatic music continues)
- I'm with the captain.
Thump, I had to kill the kids they used as shields
when they assaulted that hill.
- [Thumper] Yes, you had to do that,
but that soldier didn't need to be killed.
Nah, there's something broken inside the cat.
(clothes rustling)
- Johnny, he's a psycho (breathing heavily).
I have to stop him.
- Yeah?
How's that gonna look on your record?
- I don't know.
You love this boy?
You wanna go home with him,
you gotta do something about this damn cap'n.
- He's an officer, okay?
He makes the big money.
It's his call.
- We can't go up against no regiment of NVA.
(saliva sputtering)
- What?
You're in the army.
It's dangerous.
We follow orders.
- Look at me.
Look at me when you say some shit like that.
This is wrong.
(dramatic music continues)
No, we need to leave this place,
or we gonna end up being paddy manure
and for nothing but some Sneaky Pete mission.
(footsteps plodding)
- Thank you for your loyalty, Sergeant.
We move out for Ben Lot to the free-fire zone.
(dramatic music continues)
- [Thumper] Nah, brother, we don't need this shit.
- Heinrick just got us out of a tight situation.
- No, you got us out of the tight situation.
Heinrick is the kind of officer that gets us all killed.
- [John] Yeah, well guess what.
We ain't got a fucking choice.
Gimme my gun.
(footsteps plodding)
(wind howling)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(gear clanging)
- Y'all smell that?
- Napalm barbecue.
- Burgers, gasoline grill.
- Makes me hungry.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
- Jesus.
- Just a body.
Don't mean anything.
(dramatic music continues)
Sir.
(footsteps plodding)
Sir.
(dramatic music continues)
Sir.
(wind howling)
Um, it's a, it's a dog, for God's sake. I don't...
- Artillery and clusters.
God-blessed horror.
(fire crackling)
- Looks like they got caught in the open.
- Hey, spread out and keep your eyes open.
- Efficient work.
(dramatic music continues)
(fire crackling)
- Heinrick knows about us?
- He needs us.
- When he doesn't?
- You are thinking about our future.
(water sloshing)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
- [Heinrick] NVA hit-list work, settling scores.
The closer we get to Hue,
the more the bodies will start piling up,
(breathing heavily) nurses, priests.
(dramatic music continues)
(fire crackling)
(dramatic music continues)
(fire crackling)
- Why did the captain kill him?
- [Heinrick] Over here.
- [Doc] Hey. (footsteps plodding)
Why did you kill him?
- [Heinrick] Private, it's not worth it.
- [Doc] Huh?
- [Heinrick] I don't give the enemies chances.
- What about mercy?
(fire crackling)
(Heinrick breathing heavily)
- What about it?
(Heinrick breathing heavily)
(fire crackling)
(debris crumbling)
(Heinrick breathing heavily)
Okay.
(water sloshing)
- They were in a hurry,
had to move fast
before our artillery and gunships caught 'em in the open.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(fire crackling)
(water sloshing)
- [Thumper] See?
And you was whining about it being too cold (laughs).
(dramatic music continues)
(water sloshing)
(boy slurping)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(John slurping)
(footsteps plodding)
- Kill him.
He's gonna tell his people we're here.
(dramatic music continues)
- [Ian] They already know we're here.
- This guy's cold.
- Frozen.
- Just arrest him for killing that NVA prisoner.
You can do that.
CO threatens us all the time with court marshal
if we kill prisoners.
- Exactly.
(footsteps plodding) (barrel thudding)
- [Soldier] Whoa. (water sloshing)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
- Four clicks from Ben Lot.
- Cap'n, we need water.
There's a stream back there.
- I'm gonna stay here until dawn,
get our boys into Ben Lot,
back in time for Alexander's R&R.
- If we get into a firefight in that village,
the NVA will find us-
- Move out.
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
- (inhales) Ah, it's these socks.
Ain't no good.
(breathing heavily) Can't keep 'em dry.
- Thump.
(socks thudding)
- Hmm.
(birds chirping) (water flowing)
(gear clanging)
- Boys, NVA and VC are attacking all over the country,
Quang Tri, Dong Ha, Hue, all under attack.
VC sappers have taken control of the embassy in Saigon,
no helicopters or artillery in sight.
(water flowing)
(sighs) Fuck.
(birds chirping)
- Burd.
(water flowing) (birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
(water flowing)
(clothes rustling)
(gun clinking)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
Why can't we be a family?
- Queers don't have families.
- Well, why not?
- 'Cause they're queers.
That's all we'll ever be.
(dramatic music continues)
- No, we'd be a real family, (exhales) you and me.
- My uncle never married,
lived with a man on a farm.
They raised Labrador dogs.
People always tried to run 'em out.
(dramatic music continues)
Finally, the neighbors shot the dogs, and my uncle left.
I never saw him again.
(dramatic music continues)
(gun thudding)
(clothes rustling)
Promise me you'll leave when I say to.
Please.
(dramatic music continues)
- We'll arrest Heinrick and bring him back for trial.
(dramatic music continues)
(Heinrick sniffing)
(clothes rustling)
(airplane humming)
(helicopter whirring)
- [Ian] Day number three.
- Third day of what?
- Third day out, like the monk said, peril.
- Every day is a freaking day of peril out here.
(metal clanking)
- That's our guy.
He's a dead man.
They're all VC.
- Our orders are to bring him back alive for questioning.
- The man's VC.
Family's VC.
They're all fucking VC.
- Let's do this job quickly and get it done.
Alexander, use that 60 on the main group.
(dramatic music continues)
The rest of you, kill anybody who tries to escape,
and then we burn the village down.
- We do it quick, and we go home, guys.
Captain's right.
- (exhales) No.
This stops here.
(dramatic music continues) (Ian breathing heavily)
Heinrick.
(dramatic music continues)
You are under arrest for the killing of an unarmed prisoner
and for the illegal order to kill civilians.
- You guys think these people are civilians?
(footsteps plodding)
Let's get the job done.
(footsteps plodding)
- Sarge, they're VC.
You know they are.
- You're finished, Heinrick.
(dramatic music continues)
(gear clanging)
(bag thudding)
(button clicking)
(gun thudding)
(Heinrick laughs)
(leaves crunching)
- You know, Reese,
he's made you soft.
(dramatic music continues)
- Go fuck yourself.
(hand thudding)
- You're not gonna shoot me.
You're too good of a soldier.
(gun clanking)
(head thudding) (Heinrick grunting)
(footsteps plodding)
(gear clanging)
(soldiers grunting)
(body thudding)
(John groaning)
(body thudding)
(soldiers grunting)
(fist thudding)
(soldiers grunting)
(revolver clanking)
(revolver thudding)
(soldiers breathing heavily)
- Are you okay?
(soldiers breathing heavily)
(clothes rustling)
(saliva sputtering)
(soldiers breathing heavily)
(cigarettes thudding)
(soldiers breathing heavily)
(feet shuffling) - Captain is my prisoner.
(Ian breathing heavily)
None of you had anything to do with this.
- (scoffs) Really?
(hand patting)
I just knocked him out cold.
I mean, is that...
(hands patting)
- The ghoulies.
(footsteps plodding)
- [John] Where?
(footsteps plodding)
(gear clanging)
(birds chirping)
(gear clanging)
(birds chirping)
(leaves crunching)
(birds chirping)
- There goes our escape route.
- Yep.
(binoculars clanking)
- Two forces are doing a meetup.
(birds chirping)
(leaves rustling)
(birds chirping)
Looks like court's in session.
- We think he works for them.
They think he works for us.
- Perfect.
The NVA will do the job for us.
(Heinrick laughing)
- Shut up, or I'll gag you.
(birds chirping)
Our mission is to grab the official and disrupt their plans.
- Fuck the mission.
(exhales) Let's get out of here.
- We can attack, or we can run.
There's no good choice.
We move into that village, we're exposed.
We hide in the trees, we're caught.
- We attack, at least we have the initiative.
We get our man and maybe shock the NVA into hesitating.
We get a head start for the LZ.
I won't order you.
- Okay.
Maybe, if we do this together, we can get outta here.
- Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick,
and the whole NVA fucking army is out there
within shouting distance.
Let's just leave.
(birds chirping)
I'm not doing this.
Fuck.
(clothes rustling)
- Johnny, we'll come with the sun at our backs.
They're supporting unit in the trees won't know
what they're dealing with.
- (sighs) I don't know (sighs).
- They're on both sides of us.
They just don't know we're here.
- You guys are so cute.
- Shut the fuck up.
- [Fat Lady One] Rover Two, Fat Lady One, sit-rep, over.
- We're going to our prisoner,
and then we'll go to LZ X-ray for extraction.
We'll pop smoke.
(static buzzing)
- [Fat Lady One] Lima Charlie, over.
- Fire support available?
- [Fat Lady One] Negative, any kind,
a real Charlie foxtrot- - God.
- all the way up north, snakes, too.
Keep defending base.
You're on your own, brother.
- Look, John, we grab him
and then get to the LZ X-ray, okay?
(Ian sighs)
- You really think I could let you go alone?
(dramatic music continues)
(leaves crunching)
- Okay, here we go.
Burd, make sure the captain is properly secured.
(sighs) Do it right.
- Wanna be a hero, Sarge?
(footsteps plodding)
They die young.
You know, a lot has to go right with your plan.
(dramatic music continues)
- Yep.
- Tommy.
(leaves rustling)
(gear clanging)
You're the best shot.
Get an angle on the woman officer.
When you drop her, we attack, okay?
(hand patting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(dramatic music continues)
- Use the heavy artillery in front of our advance.
Use it all.
They'll think it's mortars.
Bring the prisoner here and cover for us.
(Thumper sighs)
(button clicking)
(hand patting)
(footsteps plodding)
300 rounds.
- Come left, right at the NVA in the open.
Avoid the village.
I'll grab the prisoner, okay?
Let's move.
(grass rustling)
(dramatic music continues)
(grass rustling)
(metal clinking)
(dramatic music continues)
- White, you don't have to do this.
Vietnamese politics, just let 'em handle it.
We go back to Quang Tri City together, stay alive.
- Sometimes
you be making the most sense, Cap'n.
(feet shuffling)
(leaves crunching)
Just so you know,
I love those boys with my whole heart.
I'm not sure who you care about.
(Thumper exhaling)
- They're dead.
- Who's dead?
- My wife.
My son.
Both Vietnamese.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
(clothes rustling)
(lips smacking)
(Thumper exhaling)
(clothes rustling)
Why didn't you go home?
What kept you here?
Why didn't you leave this evil damn place?
(dramatic music continues)
- What do you care?
(cigarette thudding)
(Heinrick laughing)
(Heinrick sniffing)
(dramatic music continues)
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(gear clanging)
(gun clinking)
(helmet thudding)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(dramatic music continues)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(metal clinking)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(dramatic music continues)
(gun clanking)
(gunshot blasting) (casing clinking)
(gunshots blasting)
(soldiers yelling indistinctly)
- [Ian] Run.
(gun clanking)
(grenade launcher popping)
(grenade exploding)
(dramatic music continues)
(grenade launcher popping)
(grenade exploding)
(metal clinking)
(grenade launcher popping)
(grenade exploding)
(metal clanking)
(grenade launcher popping)
(Thumper exhaling)
(grenade exploding)
(metal clinking)
(grenade launcher popping)
(metal clanking)
(grenade exploding)
(soldiers grunting)
- You, you motherfucker.
(Thumper gasping)
Oh, you motherfucker.
(Thumper gasping)
(Thumper yelling)
(Thumper gasping)
- Sorry, Thump.
(Thumper gasping)
(Heinrick breathing heavily)
(body thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(clothes rustling)
(hand patting)
(leaves crunching)
(footsteps plodding)
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(water sloshing)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(bullets whizzing)
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(soldier grunting) (gunshots blasting)
- [Soldier] Hey, hey, hey, hey (bombs drowning out speaker).
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding) (gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)
(mortars exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(leaves rustling)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(gear clanging)
(dramatic music continues)
(mortars exploding)
(leaves rustling)
(mortars exploding)
- Fuck, it's not him.
Burd, pick up Thump and get back to the LZ.
(gunshot blasting) (John groaning)
(gun thudding)
(mortars exploding)
(John groaning)
(mortar exploding) (bullets whizzing)
- [Soldier] We gotta move.
They'll come in force.
(mortar exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortar exploding)
(water sloshing)
(soldier grunting)
(gunshots blasting)
(mortars exploding)
(dramatic music continues)
(mortars exploding)
(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)
(gear clanging)
(container rattling)
(Heinrick sniffing) (energetic music)
A picture of you and me in the jungle.
(footsteps plodding)
- [Doc] Thumper, we need cover fire (grunting).
(body thudding) (Doc groaning)
(gunshots blasting)
What's wrong?
- [Soldier] Go, I got it, go. - Thump, what's wrong?
You okay? (gunshots blasting)
(Doc breathing heavily)
(Thumper grunting)
Okay, get up, get up.
- [Soldier] I need ammo.
Fucking get-
- [Doc] Fucking get up.
(John groaning)
(mortar exploding)
- [Doc] Dammit.
We need this off, Sarge.
(John groaning) - [Soldier] Fucking Christ.
- [Doc] Not now, we don't have time, we don't have time.
- [Soldier] What?
(gunshots blasting)
(John breathing heavily)
- Where the fuck is Heinrick?
- Creepy bastard got loose, snuck up on me.
(dramatic music)
- No trails.
We break through their lines to the LZ-
- [Soldier] You could give him a-
- go to the river,
cross it, and hold there.
- Gimme five seconds.
I just need five seconds.
- [Soldier] Burd, you got radio?
- [Burd] Yeah, radio set.
(dramatic music continues)
- Fat Lady One, this is Rover Two.
Fat Lady One, this is Rover Two,
(gunshots blasting) in route to LZ X-ray,
three WIA for extract, (gunshots blasting)
please advise.
- [Fat Lady One] Two, one.
- [John] I'm sorry. - Confirm contact.
- Hey, hey, don't apologize.
We're both surviving this.
(both breathing heavily)
We gotta go.
- No, we, we go back to the way we came.
- No, no trails.
Guys, we gotta move.
- Well, you, you heard the man, let's fucking go.
- [Soldier] Get outta here.
(soldier grunting) - [Soldier] Yeah?
(soldier grunting)
(dramatic music continues)
(soldier grunting)
(leaves rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(body thudding)
(leaves rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(water sloshing)
(dramatic music continues)
(dark rock music begins)
- I'm sorry.
(dark rock music continues)
(gun clanking)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music begins)
- When you get home,
tell my family I love 'em.
(grenade blasting) - Go, run, bro, run.
(footsteps plodding) Go, go, go.
(grenade exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues) (footsteps plodding)
(soldier grunting)
(grenade launcher popping)
(grenade exploding)
(footsteps plodding)
(gun thudding)
(soldier grunting)
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(Burd breathing heavily)
(leaves rustling)
(Burd grunting) (footsteps plodding)
(gear clanging) (Burd breathing heavily)
(dramatic music continues)
(Burd breathing heavily)
(gear clanging)
(leaves rustling)
(Burd breathing heavily) (leaves rustling)
(gunshot blasting) (Burd groaning)
- Where are you, son of a bitch?
(Burd breathing heavily)
(gunshot blasting) (Burd yelling)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(John groaning)
(mortars exploding) (John groaning)
(mortars exploding)
(gunshots blasting)
(Doc breathing heavily)
(John panting and laughing)
- So much for my lucky underwear.
(gunshot blasting)
(Doc grunting) (gunshots blasting)
(Doc grunting)
- Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Hang in there, Tom.
I just- - Hey.
- (sobbing) wanna go home.
(gunshots blasting) (Doc whimpering)
Oh, Jesus. - Hold on, hold on.
- Will Jesus come for me? (mortar exploding)
- He's coming for you right now, Tommy (breathing heavily).
No.
Fat Lady One, Fat Lady One, this is Rover Two.
- [Fat Lady One] Two, one. (gunshots blasting)
Confirm contact.
- Been busy, heavy concentrations of NVA.
(mortar exploding) (John grunting)
LZ blackjack.
No, please.
- [Fat Lady One] Please request immediate-
- No. (gunshots blasting)
- [Fat Lady One] X-ray, stand by.
(gunshots blasting)
- Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on.
Fire mission, fire mission, two marking rounds.
Hey, come on. (hand slapping)
Come on. (mortar exploding)
Drop 50 yards, fire for effect.
(mortar exploding)
(Ian grunting)
- [Fat Lady One] Bingo, Bingo, one, three.
- Out here.
- [Fat Lady One] Two rounds incoming.
(Ian grunting)
(mortar exploding)
(radio drowning out Ian)
(mortars exploding)
(dramatic music continues)
(mortars exploding)
(gear clanging)
(mortars exploding)
- Good job, soldier, completed the mission.
They're withdrawing.
Good dose of artillery fire does it every time.
- You caused it.
- War caused this.
Everybody wants to talk about the elephant,
but when it hurts us, well,
(laughs) you're gonna miss this when it's gone.
- If anyone deserved to be killed back there, it was you.
(Heinrick laughs)
- You and me, we're the same.
We love this.
(hand patting) (Ian groaning)
- Fuck off.
(fist thudding) (Heinrick groaning)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(saliva sputtering)
(dramatic music continues)
(helicopter whirring) - Lights out, inbound,
landing north, east side, pop it.
(helicopters whirring)
(dramatic music continues)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)
- Could I get some help here?
(Ian grunting)
(gear clanging)
- [Ian] Hey. (gunshots blasting)
- You did, you did good, angel.
- No.
- I, take, take me to the rice paddy.
You know the one.
And put me in the water,
(Ian sobbing)
in the water.
I'll be at peace there.
(Ian breathing heavily)
- Johnny.
Johnny, no.
- I always, (dog tags rattling)
I always tried to do the right thing.
- You did.
- But all, all I ever,
all I ever wanted was you.
(Ian sobbing)
- Johnny, you have me.
(Johnny groaning)
No, Johnny.
(dog tags rattling)
(Ian sobbing)
(dramatic music continues)
(clothes rustling)
(Ian sobbing)
(dramatic music continues)
(Ian sobbing)
(gunshots blasting)
- Sorry about Reese.
He was a good soldier.
(gunshots blasting)
Such a beautiful country.
Listen, it went like this.
We found the VC leader, he resisted,
we killed him in a firefight. (gunshots blasting)
Stick to my story, and all will be well.
(gunshots blasting)
We gave our fire base warning of the attack.
Good stuff.
And Reesey'll get a medal.
(dramatic music continues)
- (sobbing) A medal?
(gunshots blasting)
- Listen, just don't say anything
about what happened, okay?
They'll make you an officer.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)
- [Ian] Motherfucking bastard.
(gunshots blasting)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)
(helicopter whirring)
(dramatic music continues)
(helicopter whirring)
(feet shuffling)
- He was my friend, too.
Two NVA regiments were delayed by your action.
(helicopter whistling)
Gave us time.
Even then it was a close thing.
Nice work.
Tell me what went down.
- First Sergeant,
(dramatic music)
we got to the village, and it was the wrong guy.
Kept us going through the forests,
and NVA were picking us off.
First, we lost Burd, Thumper,
went back, tried to find him,
and practically stepped on him on the path.
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(dramatic music continues)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(dramatic music continues)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
- This will end your career.
(helicopter whirring)
No one is asking about you and John.
Just don't tell 'em.
- I've had enough of being quiet.
(Schott sighs)
- This will not fly at battalion.
They'll want to give you all medals.
They'll promote that rat fuck Heinrick.
(helicopter whirring)
Did he, did he really try to kiss?
Ian.
John would not want this.
(Ian exhales)
- Johnny always said I couldn't shut up,
but I can't keep quiet.
(exhales) not anymore (sniffs).
(feet shuffling)
(footsteps plodding)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(helicopter buzzing)
- [Schott] Queer sergeants in love just sounds
like porno to me.
(Ian breathing heavily)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(Ian sniffing)
(body bag zipping)
(canvas rustling)
(Ian breathing heavily)
(helicopters whirring)
(body bag zipping)
(dramatic music continues)
(feet shuffling)
- The hell is this?
- My after-action report, sir.
- I know that, Goddammit.
- I can explain.
- Shut up, Captain.
Did you kill a prisoner,
and did you order the killing of women and children
and the burning of the village?
Is the rest true?
- Yes, sir.
(footsteps plodding)
(commander sighs)
- Your attack on the village delayed and disrupted
the 812th regiment of the NVA.
They were amassing to overrun our base on Dong Ha.
They were to rendezvous in that village.
Instead they chased you, got themselves lost.
That's what led to their defeat here,
and the NVA were successful in Hue.
They still hold the Citadel.
I have orders to remove them.
(papers rustling)
Your after-action report on the battle of Dong Ha,
(papers thudding)
lost.
Sergeant Alexander,
you are promoted to the rank of second lieutenant
and ordered to the city of Hue
to take command of the Third Platoon, B Company.
Do you accept your commission and your orders?
- Yes, sir.
(dramatic music)
- Pride, bring me second lieutenant bars.
- I want Sergeant Reese's ashes.
(footsteps plodding)
- You do have the balls to lead a rifle platoon.
Pride, Lieutenant Alexander has been appointed
with the proper disposition of Sergeant Reese's remains.
See to it.
(dramatic music continues)
(fingers tapping)
(door thudding)
(fingers tapping)
Captain Heinrick.
(feet shuffling)
- Take a seat.
I'll type your orders.
- In lieu of court marshal proceedings
for behavior unbecoming of an officer,
you will resign your commission
and leave for the United States
to be given a general discharge.
Dismissed.
(dramatic music continues)
(door thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(Heinrick breathing heavily)
(dramatic music continues)
(fingers tapping)
(dramatic music continues)
(chair creaking)
(footsteps plodding)
(fingers tapping)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshot blasting)
(door thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
- Lieutenant.
I'd appreciate if you help me box up Reese's stuff.
I know how close you were to him.
(clothes rustling)
(birds chirping)
(box clanking)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(chain clinking)
(dog whimpering and barking)
- That belongs to the captain.
(dramatic music continues)
(dog whimpering and barking)
- Heinrick, goddamn you.
(dramatic music continues)
Come on.
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(Ian sighs)
You're gonna miss when it's gone.
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
I love you, Johnny.
I always will.
(dramatic music continues)