All language subtitles for Tour of Duty - 2x11 - Promised Land.en

[���]

One-6, this is 2-6.

We're about 0-2 mikes
from the link up point.

Coming from
your Whiskey, over.

Roger, 2-6.

We're 0-5 mikes out,
coming in from the east.

Out.

Hey, McNair, wake up.

What do you think this is,
a Boy Scout hike?

Wouldn't know nothing
about that, Lieutenant Douglas.

Never was no Boy Scout.

Yo, you were trained
to be a soldier.

Let's act like one.

Dude bucking
for general, Grooms.

Yeah,
General Pain in the Butt.

Get security out.
It's a campfire.

Just put out
this morning.

Good to see you, LT.

What do we got here?

Looks like Charlie forgot
to cover his ashes.

Left some prints there too,
Ho Chi Minh sandals.

DOUGLAS:
Yeah, it looks like
he went southeast.

I say we chase, try to catch
him napping. What do you think?

Sounds good.

Hey, Binion.
Hey.

Thanks.
Yeah.

So how you all
making it?

Need a break.

Old Hercules there is trying
to run us till we drop.

Hell, you'll make it.

Remember jungle warfare
school, Panama?

That 48-hour problem
we had?

We were the only two
that made it.

No, you made it.
You pulled me along.

We were a lot younger
then, Zeke.

Prettier too.

DOUGLAS:
Sergeant Binion.

Move the men out.
Yes, sir.

[GUNSHOTS]
SOLDIER: We've been hit!

SOLDIER:
Hold your fire!

SOLDIER 2:
Forward, ho!

What the hell's
Charlie doing?

He could have
avoided this.

He's trying to
get us to chase him.

Sucker us
into an ambush.

You think we can
flank him?

Sergeant Binion?

Yes, sir?

Take third squad,
chase these guys.

Be careful. Don't get
sucked in all the way.

I'll flank to the south.
I got the north.

Anderson?
Yeah.

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[SPEAKING
VIETNAMESE]

[GUNSHOT]

SOLDIER:
Grenade!

Down! Down!
Cassidy, down!

SOLDIER:
Noooo!

Binion!

Let's go!

SOLDIER:
Pick it up,
pick it up!

SOLDIER 2:
All right, we got one.

Nail that sucker,
sir.

Get him for Binion, LT.

Kill the lowlife slope.

SOLDIER 3:
Yeah, do it!

SOLDIER 4:
Do it!

LT, what are
you doing?

This man's a prisoner.

Well, ain't nobody gonna object
to him being a dead prisoner.

Oh, damn.
I'll do him myself.

I said the man's
a prisoner!

And he'll be treated
according to the rules

of the Geneva Convention.

Yeah, well, you tell that
to Sergeant Binion!

Man, you gonna choke
on those rules someday.

[���]

That's enough, Grooms.

You men guard
this prisoner.

The rest of you men
prepare to move out.

Yes, sir.

GOLDMAN:
That new club The Blue Note's
opening up tonight,

and there's supposed to be

a bona fide American
jazz band there.

Well, the only jazz I'm gonna be
listening to is on the radio.

I have to go
back to work.

I shouldn't
even be here now.

Come on, Alex. Look, we just
got pulled back for a week.

It doesn't stop
the flow of news.

Westmoreland's being replaced
by General Abrams,

there's a bombing halt,

and Johnson's
not gonna run again.

This war has brought down the
president of the United States.

Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

No, not when I get a week off
from the field.

And that's a week I don't
want to spend by myself.

I have a bureau chief who's
after me about racial tension.

Plus I have to go
do a big piece

on deteriorating morale.

How about doing something
about my sagging morale?

Myron, I'm sorry.
I have to get this done.

Tomorrow night, okay?
I promise I'll be free.

Okay?

With my luck,
we'll probably get mortared.

Excuse me. Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt
your dinner.

Miss Devlin,
I need to speak to the LT,

if you don't mind.
No.
She doesn't mind.

Saved by the sergeant.
Just in time.

I've gotta go.
I'll see you later, okay?

Mm-hmm.
Bye.

Well, come on.
I'll buy you a beer.

LT, uh, they want me
to escort

Sergeant Binion's body
back to the States.

A special request
just came in from his wife.

Burial's in L.A.
in two days.

I didn't know you guys
were that close.

Yeah, we're old buddies,
actually.

He helped me get through
jungle warfare school,

few years ago.

You know, I'm honored about
all this, but...United States?

You make it sound like
you're going to Mars.

Two beers.

Well, in a way I am.

You think I could
really leave?

I don't see why not.

We got nothing
for the next week except, uh...

some perimeter guard
and some scut detail.

When you supposed to go?

Well, I'm scheduled to fly
outta here tomorrow afternoon.

Well, I'll steal a jeep and give
you a ride to the airport.

All right.

Well, I don't know
what will happen now.

We've got
some difficult days ahead.

But it really doesn't
matter with me now,

because I've been to
the mountaintop.

Yeah.
Yeah, right on.

Like anybody,
I would like to live...

a long life.
Longevity has its place.

But I'm not concerned
about that now.

I just want to do
God's will.

And he's allowed me
to go up to the mountain.

And I've looked over.

And I've seen
the promised land.

Yeah!

Right on, Martin!

So I'm happy tonight.

I'm not worried about anything!

I'm not fearing any man!

Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord!

That was the last address
made by Martin Luther King, Jr.

before he was assassinated

on the balcony
of his hotel in Memphis,

where he was lending
support to a strike

by the local
sanitation workers.

The assassin is still
unknown and at large.

Repeating,
Martin Luther King, Jr.,

shot down
in Memphis, Tennessee,

April 4th, 1968.

We will continue
to monitor the aftermath

of this horrible event.

President Johnson
has assured the country

that everything will be done

to bring the perpetrator
to justice.

He prays that people
will remain calm

despite this terrible tragedy.

TAYLOR: Be calm?
Back in the United States...

Be calm?!

They just saying that 'cause
they don't want niggers rioting!

...to accept the loss

of this extremely charismatic
and articulate leader.

Man, what the hell
is going on?

Martin Luther King
is dead?

It's over, man.

It's over.

I know, man.

No, you don't know!

It's over
and done with, man!

And I'm done with it too!
These damn honkies!

Man, it was probably
a honky that did it.

There ain't no way
around this.

I mean, white folks
have been down on us,

and they gonna keep on

being down on us,
no matter what we do.

I mean, Martin never
did no harm to nobody,

and they shot him down
like a dog in the street!

Man, this can't be true.

Well, it is.

I had it up to here, man.

I'm gonna fire
on the next white bastard I see.

But even as she spoke,

word of Dr. King's
assassination

was provoking an angry response
as well.

There have been
reports of violence

in cities all across
the United States.

Leaders in those cities

are urging the people
to remain calm,

but many cities have put
their police on full alert,

bracing for the worst.

Once again,
Martin Luther King, Jr.

has been assassinated

in Memphis, Tennessee,
April 4th, 1968.

ANDERSON:
It's been two years since
I've been back to the world.

You know, when I first
got word about going back,

I had a real good feeling
about the whole thing.

I mean, it's not really
a happy occasion,

but...you know,
Binion gave his life

to save the lives
of four other soldiers.

Then I start thinking,
maybe the folks back home

might be looking at me
like I'm the enemy.

Nah,
not all of them.

Probably not even
most of them.

Naw, I couldn't stand that,
honest to God, LT.

I couldn't
stand that at all

when I think of what
our guys have given up--

Zeke, you just...
take care of Binion.

And when you get a chance
to have a good time,

well, you take it.

The rest of it's
out of your hands.

SOLDIER:
It ain't gonna be
all right.

Yo, soldier.
Soldier.

What's the matter
with you?

You ain't heard?

We just got here.

Martin Luther King's
been shot, man.

Killed.

Ain't nothing
you can do.

I done my year.

I'm going home.

What kind of godforsaken place
am I going to?

[MELLOW COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

Sounds like the black soldiers
are pretty upset.

What do you think
they're gonna do?

I really don't know.

I'd like to think
they'll behave themselves,

not bring down
any unnecessary heat.

You worried?

I try not to worry about
things I can't control.

But you must be
kind of upset too.

I mean, I imagine
it's kinda hard

to keep those
feelings down.

What do you think?

You think you'll join
the brothers

against
the establishment?

I am the establishment.

But you're also
a black man.

Don't you identify
with your men?

Miss Devlin...
I'm an officer in the Army.

My job is to lead these men
no matter what I feel.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go up,
lift some weights.

Lift some weights?

Yeah. It takes
my mind off things.

King's death is
the most important thing

to happen to the black man
in this war,

and you're gonna go
lift weights?

What do you want me
to do, cry?

Maybe.

I don't know. Yeah, maybe that
is what I want. I mean, I cried.

Yeah, well, whatever
I feel about King,

I'm gonna keep it
to myself.

You keep a lot of things
to yourself, don't you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Where you from?

Chicago. Why?

Southside,
I bet, huh?

Projects?

Miss Devlin,
when I want a biographer,

I'll hire one.

Right now, I'm a rifle platoon
leader in Vietnam.

And I can't let up
no matter how tough things get,

no matter what
I happen to feel.

ALL:
Thirty-five, 36,
37, 38. 39. 40.

JOHNSON:
Honkies probably glad
it happened.

Serve 'em right if we torched
this whole damn place,

then turn it over
to Charlie.

ALL:
Yeah.

Instead of
Mr. Charlie.

I've been hearing about
this new group out of Oakland,

the Black Panthers.

Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah.

They saying
that the power

comes out of
the barrel of a gun.

Maybe Malcolm X
was right, man.

Maybe the white man
is the devil.

Yo, check it out.

Everything all right
down here?

What if
it isn't?

I don't need
your lip, McNair.

Yeah, we're doing fine, sir.

We're doing just fine.

Yeah, it's just
the circumstances

that ain't too cool,
you dig...sir?

I dig, Taylor.

What's happened
is a real tragedy.

I feel the loss of Dr. King
as much as any of you.

Maybe you ought to had up.

I won't had up
until I've had my say.

Now, Dr. King's death
is a time for mourning.

I don't want anyone using it

as an excuse
for getting out of line.

Dr. King led
an exemplary life.

If there's a lesson
for the black man in this,

it's that he lived with dignity
and honor at all times.

How would you know?

You the white man's fool.

[SOLDIERS LAUGH]

McNair, there is nothing foolish

about playing
by the rules.

A man's life is meaningless
without discipline.

Nobody's gonna
break the rules, sir.

Hey, look,
we just need some time

away from the whites

and away
from the officers.

Very well.

But things get
back to normal tomorrow.

Normal hell.
[SOLDIERS CHUCKLE]

Somebody ought to
frag that sucker.

SOLDIER:
Yeah.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Yes?

Selma?

That's me.

I'm Zeke Anderson.

I brought
Art's body back.

I wanted to tell you, ma'am,
I'm very, very sorry.

You're Zeke Anderson?

Yes, ma'am.

You requested me
as an escort.

Uh...oh!

Uh, I'm sorry.
Pl-please come in.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
The time has come,
soul brother GI,

time to put down your guns

and stop fighting
the white man's war.

Now that the white man has
murdered Martin Luther King,

the truth should be plain.

Capitalist government
using black soldiers

to kill yellow people

to line pocketbooks
of white power structure.

Think about it,
soul brother.

Man, turn off this jive.

It ain't jive, Marcus.

Little lady
said a mouthful.

TAYLOR:
A mouthful
of bull is all.

She's just trying to use us
same as everybody else.

Hope you ain't fool enough
to think

she gives a damn
about your black ass.

I bet you give Uncle Ho
half the chance,

he'd have you out there
working those rice paddies

like it was a cotton patch.

[GROANS]
Oh, man.

Well...afternoon, guys.
How you doing?

Oh, man.

You really shouldn't
be here, Miss Devlin.

Probably spying for
them ofay officers.

Look, I'm here
because I'm concerned.

What I write goes from me
to the wire service.

Nobody in between.

[SCOFFS]

Really.

Ask these guys,
they know my work.

Listen, lady, I don't care
what they know.

Personally,
I ain't got no reason

to believe anything
a white person says to me.

You. You only here
to boost your career

at the expense
of the brothers!

No, that's not true.

Why don't you
get outta here?

Because I wanna hear
what you have to say.

Story is...

we ain't taking no more
stupid orders from the man!

And we ain't gonna be used
by your kind, either.

So why don't you find
a brother or sister reporter,

send them on down here?

'Course, there probably ain't
any of those, are there?

I got this, McNair.

SOLDIER:
Take her on back
where she came from.

SOLDIER 2:
Get on outta here.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to upset anybody.

You didn't do
nothing.

People
already upset.

What's gonna happen?

Line's already
been drawn.

Ain't no telling
if anybody's gonna

ever be able to
cross over again.

Why don't you, uh...?

Why don't you let us
work this out?

Yeah.

He got those
buck sergeant stripes

Fort Benning, 1962.

It was a happy day
for all of us.

Jimmy'd just been born,

and we were
looking forward to

better housing
and more money.

Yeah, well, he was
always talking about

providing for you
and the kids.

And I tell you
one thing,

that man never
wasted a dime.

Yeah. He...always worked nights
at the EM club so, uh...

Go on.
Go on out.

So...we'd have
something extra.

Sometimes I wouldn't even
see him before midnight.

[���]

But there was always
a lot of love in this house.

Art was a good man.

And he was a brave man.

[DOOR OPENS]
You know, he, uh...

He got killed saving the lives
of four other men.

I think you should be very proud
of him, so should the children.

What he did was in the finest
tradition of the military.

That the speech they give
all you clowns?

Ben, please!

This is Sergeant Anderson--

I don't care
who it is.

He's just another honky
they send down here

to tell black folks
where their people gone.

Ma'am, I am sorry
as I can be.

Sorry about this!
You're sorry about that!

Sorry about
the whole damn thing!

Man, well, you just better
get outta here.

You're gonna be
real sorry.
Ben!

Now, I don't want
this to happen.

Hey, man, it's gonna happen.
Get out!

Stop it! Stop it!

Don't you have
any respect for the dead?

WOMAN [OVER TV]:
...predominantly
black audience.

Kennedy then proceeded
to speak,

without notes, to the crowd.

For those of you
who are...black

and are tempted
to fill with--

Be filled with
hatred and mistrust,

I had a member
of my family killed.

But he was killed by
a white man.

Let us dedicate ourselves
to what the Greeks wrote

so many years ago:

"To tame the savageness of man

and make gentle the life
of this world."

Let us dedicate
ourselves to that

and say a prayer
for our country

and for our people.

Thank you very much.

[CROWD CHEERS]

Look here, Miss Binion.

I'm sorry if I've caused you
more trouble or grief.

That was not my intention.
I did not mean to do that.

Art Binion meant
a lot to me.

And I'm sorry
you had to lose him.

And I'm sorry
about Dr. King too.

Now, I'll stay away
from the funeral

if that will make y'all
more comfortable.

You be there.

You were Art's friend.

That's what
he would have wanted.

[���]

Yes, ma'am.

SOLDIER:
So far, things have
been pretty quiet.

A little name calling,
a couple of fights,

Some good ol' boys
flying the Confederate flag.

But the flag's down,

and we've managed to avoid
any bloody incidents.

I think most the guys
have done quite well, sir.

Maybe so. But we've
got too many of them

sitting around
with nothing to do.

One thing a soldier
doesn't need

is to have his brain
overloaded with thinking.

So we're going
back out tomorrow.

Sir?

Going where?

Where? We're in
a war, lieutenant.

We can find
any number of places.

You'll be going back out
to these infiltration routes

where you
and lieutenant Douglas

got a pretty impressive
body count a few days ago.

Sir--
It's important, Goldman.

Sir, what is
important here is--

Is that the men have a chance
to...absorb what's happened.

They are soldiers.
We are trained to be ready.

And they're also
human beings.

Now, this racial stuff
is way outta hand.

These guys need
their heads together

when they go out
into the bush.

Well, perhaps they need
to be in the bush

where they have to
depend on each other

so they can get
their heads clear.

I still think
we're taking a big chance here.

Let's drop it,
Goldman.

Not only have Lieutenant Douglas
and I discussed this mission,

we've agreed that it's in
everyone's best interest

if the lieutenant
leads the operation.

Well, with all
due respect, sir,

I think we're picking
the wrong time.

And I also think
this sounds like a PR stunt.

Well, you may be right.

But in a situation like this,
PR can be pretty important.

The press will
be watching us,

and I am counting on you
and Lieutenant Douglas

to inspire some harmony
in the field.

That's all,
gentlemen.

You'll report to S-3 at 0630,
skids up at 700.

How you doin'?

I'm sneaking by.

Getting ready
for tomorrow.

Yeah.

Look...

Marvin, all I can say is I--
I didn't kill King,

and I don't want
to take the heat for it.

Nobody's asking
you to, man.

I also...tried putting myself
in your place.

Maybe I'd hate
every white guy too.

I mean, I, uh--

I used to laugh
when this ol' boy

back home on
the rodeo circuit

called Martin Luther King,
"Martin Lucifer Coon."

I admit that.

And I'm sorry.

That ain't
the point, Danny.

I mean, I laughed at jokes
about white people too.

See, laughing ain't too evil,
long as it ain't meant to be.

Well, we're gonna be
in the boonies tomorrow.

Can we count on
each other there?

Hey, that'll never change, man.

I just hope they still feel
the same way.

DOUGLAS:
I tell you, Myron,

I am sick and tired
of the insubordination.

Ruiz and McNair are mouthing
off to me all the time,

the rest of them
moving slow as molasses.

I tell you, they screw up
this mission tomorrow,

I will have them all up
for company punishment.

How your guys doing?

Well, they're still
a little tense,

but they'll be all right.

I was thinking maybe we should
take it easy on them tomorrow.

You can't go into it
with that kind of attitude, man.

Well, why not?

Some days you gotta
adjust for things.

Wrong, buddy. You gotta treat it
like you would any other...

[���]

...mission.

Grenade pin.

So this is
the warning, huh?

Yeah, that's
the warning.

You don't back off
a little bit,

somebody's gonna throw
a grenade in your hooch.

Yeah, well, nobody's gonna
frag this officer, man.

I'm getting to
the bottom of this.

Don't be-- You're not gonna get
to the bottom of this, huh?

Maybe it's time
you start thinking about

backing off
a little bit.

Is that your answer
for everything, man?

L-listen, look, all I am
asking you to do here

is think a little bit,
Sherman.

You--

Your methods are turning
your men against you.

Now, there's discipline,
and there's discipline.

But if you keep pushing
these guys,

one of them
is gonna kill you.

[SIGHS]

You know the nasty things
they say about the ghetto?

Yeah.
Well, that was my life.

For some reason,
I don't know,

maybe my mother, maybe a teacher
I had in the second grade...

but I decided
to get out.

And I worked.

And I worked,
and I worked...

so I wouldn't have to
live like that again.

And you've done
a terrific job.

In high school, when it was
clear I was gonna go to college,

bunch of guys got together

to teach me a lesson
about not knowing my place.

Five of them
laid for me, man.

Well--
I could have gone home
some other way,

I could've given them some jive
so they'd leave me alone.

But I didn't,
I went at them.

And I kicked every one
of their butts that day.

A bunch of lowlife niggers
is what they were.

As low as the white trash
that tried to keep me down.

Look, I'm-- I'm not asking you
to bow down to anybody.

I'm asking you to think here,
use your head.

Use some judgment.

I know what
you're saying.

And I appreciate
your point.

But I've got to deal
with problems head-on.

I don't know any other way.

Well, maybe it's time

you started to find
another way.

That it?

Yeah, that's it.

It's, uh, about time
to go, Ben.

That's a nice car.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah. Me and Art...

pulled it out of a junkyard
at Benning,

restored it ourselves.

Thinking about going into it
after the war.

Yeah, he told me
about all that.

Y-you know,

you-- You could
still do that.

I mean, it'd still
be a good business.

Hey, man, look. Don't push
bein' buddies, all right?

You might be all right
with Selma,

but I want you
out of my face.

I'm not in your face.

I'm here because I served
alongside Art Binion.

Big deal, McNeal!

He's dead. You alive.

How come you didn't
cover the grenade, chum?

How come it's always
gotta be one of us?

It isn't always
one of you.

In case you haven't
noticed,

corpses come
in all kinds of colors.

Noticed?
[PATS LEG]

Where do you think
I policed up this limp?

Walking on the beach?

Ia Drang, '65.

Custer's good ol'
Seventh Cav.

I've seen enough corpses
to last me forever.

And I'm real sorry
about that,

but there were a lot
of white corpses

in Seventh Cav too.

Bullets don't discriminate.

Yeah, well, maybe I do!

Maybe I just can't get past
the idea of a white man...

speaking over
my brother-in-law's grave.

Well,
I'll tell you what.

It was right after Tet.
Bihn Ca it was.

Art lost four of his men.
He lost four white men.

Spare me the sob story,
all right?

No, it ain't all right.

All right's
what it ain't.

Because at the memorial service
for these four men,

these four white men,

Art got up,
and he said a few words.

He had something individual
and something personal

to say about
each one of them,

like they were humans,
like they were people.

He got beyond the color.

Let's move.
Ground's waiting.

[���]

How's it going,
soldier?

This mission's jive,
and you know it.

Thought there's supposed
to be

a lot of enemy
activity around here.

Yeah, well,
they gone now.

This is just the brass
putting on a dog-and-pony show.

How is it between
the black and white soldiers?

Well, can't you see?

One big happy family.

I don't think your soldiers

are too into this mission,
lieutenant.

Not all soldiers have
the big picture, either.

Well, it looks like
we found that trail

we've been shooting for.

I'd say we're done
for the day, lieutenant.

Now all we gotta do
is get out of here.

Red Dog 6,
this is Red Dog 1-6.

Completed sweep
of Alpha Oscar.

No evidence of Victor Charles
at this time, over.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Roger, 6.

Proceed one klick
to your November

for extraction
in 20 mikes, over.

He's crazy.
That's right at the trail.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, say again, 6?

That leaves us
pretty open.

No need to say again, 1-6.

You proceed straight up
that trail to the Lima Zulu.

Look.

6, this is 2-6.
Th-- That's nuts!

We can't do that.
Over.

You're not running
this mission, 2-6.

1-6, you've got your orders.
And no racial bunching.

I want the men staggered:
black, white, black, white.

Do you read me, 1-6?

Read your
Lima Charlie, 6.

You heard the man.

Let's get your men
and move out.

His men probably ain't going.
I know yours ain't.

That is my decision,
Grooms.

No, that's my butt.

And I ain't about
to put it on the line

so some honky desk jockey

can lie about racial harmony
within the company.

Make sure you remember this,
Miss Devlin.

We have orders.
Move out.

Hey, look, we don't
walk up trails,

even if we don't think
Charlie's around.

Because Charlie's
always around.

We'd be sitting ducks.

Lieutenant, you better
get control of your men.

Come here.

[SOLDIERS MUTTERING]

I'm not taking
my men up that trail.

Even if I wanted to go
up it, which I don't,

I probably couldn't get them
to go with me, black or white.

So you're refusing
an order.

Well, you call it
what you want.

All right,
you men listen up.

I'm only gonna
say this once.

In two minutes,

I'm heading up that trail
to the LZ.

I am ordering
all of you to follow me.

And what if we don't?

Then I recommend
every last one of you

for court-martial
for mutiny.

Let's move out.

Douglas...

you don't want
to do this.

Now, you know
this is a bum order.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

Well, if you don't think so,
why don't you just follow him.

That's not what I mean.

Can you get
court-martialed?

Well, we're about
to find out

because I'm not taking
my guys down that trail.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Red Dog 1-6,
this is Red Dog 6. Over.

Roger, 6. Over.

Just got word
from the recon ship, 1-6.

Got another Lima Zulu

half a klick
to your Whiskey. Over.

Roger, 6.

What about the trail?
Over.

This is straight
from command, 1-6.

Save you
some humping time. Out.

Well, there it is.

[SIGHS]

Let's move out.

See you in
Fort Leavenworth, LT.

You may end up being
my cellmate, Taylor.

You heard?

Yeah, I heard.

Let's didi.

It's for the best,
Douglas.

It doesn't change
anything, Myron.

We get back,
I go to command.

You could forget it.

Yeah, I could forget it.

Then someone else will ask me
to forget something else

and then something else.

Once it starts,
it doesn't stop.

It was your choice.
I can't let it slide.

What the hell's
the matter with you, man?

Oh, come on.

You can't just go around
court-martialing

everybody that
questions an order.

Sure as hell can't
do it in this war,

and you sure as hell
can't do it

with
those kind of orders.

You're making it sound like
I'm Heinrich Himmler.

Maybe it wasn't the smartest
order in the world,

but you can't stop and debate

every order that's
not Phi Beta Kappa.

Don't you think you're missing
the point, Lieutenant Douglas?

I mean, the face of this war
is changing.

These guys live like animals
in the bush.

They've got no support
from the people back home

or even from
their own government.

And you can't ask them
to die

under those kind
of circumstances,

not without giving them
some sort of say-so.

I don't buy that, Myron.

The Army cannot survive
with that kind of attitude.

Oh, bull--
I'm having serious questions

about your ability
to command.

Yeah? And I'm having
serious questions a--

[GRENADE HISSING]

You all right?

You all right?

Yeah. My God.

That was
a grenade.

Somebody tried
to kill me.

I can't believe
they'd do that.

What's it all
been for?

Take it easy.

I mean...

I try to lead these men, man,
and somebody tried to kill me.

There's no physical evidence
to connect this to anyone.

Not a shred.

Gentlemen, I don't know
what more to do,

short of put everyone
on a lie detector.

That's inadmissible
evidence, sir.

We should let it
drop, sir.

Whoever did this
tried to murder you.

an officer in the greatest army
in the world.

We can't afford
to lose a man like you,

let alone ignore the threat this
poses the entire officer corps.

I think the investigation's
gone far enough, sir.

What happened to the
Sherman Douglas of yesterday?

A man who went
by the book,

goes by the rules,
no matter what?

He got
a new perspective, sir.

You put him up to this?

I-if I could find the guy
that did this, sir,

he'd be up on charges
right now.
Sir,

if the investigation
goes any further,

it's gonna bring down
nothing but trouble.

What we've gotta do is
find out why it happened

so it won't happen again.

I don't know.
DOUGLAS: Nobody knows, sir.

If there's one thing
I learned, it's that...

things have to change.

And if not, fragging's gonna
become an everyday occurrence.

[SIGHS]

You're a pretty
funny guy, Sherman.

Yeah, I've been
a real barrel of laughs.

No. I mean, somebody or some
bunch of guys try and kill you,

and you're downright
relieved.

You ever worry about
being perfect?

Are you kidding me?

My father's a general
and a Medal of Honor winner.

What do you think?

Yeah, but I bet these grunts

or whatever group of grunts
were here when you arrived

quickly relieved you
of that, didn't they?

You're pretty smart
for a college guy.

Yeah, but maybe my head
was a little harder than yours.

I don't know.

These guys really took a load
off my chest last night.

I think I'm ready
to relearn the alphabet.

Well, you're a pretty
fast learner.

You can get past
this black and white stuff.

Let's not set
any impossible goals, okay?

[INHALES, EXHALES DEEPLY]

Let's just try
to lead by example.

DOUGLAS:
Hey, guys...

let's shoot around.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

SOLDIER:
They don't even
know the game.

No work detail
today, LT?

Is that all you think about,
is work, man?

[CHUCKLES]

All right.

Yo! Come on!
Pass the ball, man.

Let's play
some roundball.

Come on, man.
Nah, man.

Shoot it!

Johnson.

Yeah. Come on, man.

SOLDIER:
Watch the bomb.
There it is.

SOLDIER 2: I got it.
GOLDMAN: Drop it! Johnson!

Time out.

Shoot it, Gomez!
Shoot it! Shoot it!

SOLDIER 3: Aah!
GOLDMAN: Shoot it, LT!

I got it!

Now, watch out, man.

MAN:
Who shall ascend
into the hill of the Lord,

or who shall stand
in his holy place?

He that hath clean hands
and a pure heart,

who hath not lifted up his soul
unto vanity,

nor sworn deceitfully,

he shall receive the blessing
from the Lord

and righteousness from
the God of his salvation.

Sergeant Anderson.

[CLEARS THROAT]

This trip home here
wasn't easy for me...

for a lot of reasons.

It's hard to lose a friend
like Art Binion

when he gives his life,

but somehow it's easier

when you have
to go back to duty.

To come home here and to share
the loss and the grief

with his friends
and his family...it...

It gives a whole other way
of looking...

at the effects of this war,
and when I--

When I think of this happening
to 200 and 300 families

across the country every week,

it makes me doubt
what I'm doing in Vietnam.

And to have come home
and find this country,

this country that I love,
all turned upside-down with...

With hatred and political
and racial turmoil

doesn't make it any easier.

But then, maybe it's not
supposed to be easier.

I don't know.

I don't know about
the politics anymore.

And maybe we've gone too far
to ever think that...

"My country, right or wrong,
no matter what."

I don't know,
but what I do know is,

Art Binion was a good man,

he was a good soldier
and he was a friend of mine.

And he died just like
he lived his life,

believing in truth
and friendship and sacrifice...

and duty.

It reminds me
of what Martin Luther King, Jr.

said one time.

"I hope that a man can be judged
by the content of his character

and not the color of his skin."

And Art Binion did that.
That's who he was.

And maybe if we could all
do that...

even just one time,

maybe some of this hatred
and misunderstanding

would just--
Would just fade away.

I don't know.

But four men are alive because
Art Binion gave his life.

[VOICE BREAKING]
And...

And that pretty much
says it all.

And right face.

And ready.

Aim.

Fire.

[GUNSHOTS]

Aim.

Fire.

Aim.

Fire.

And left face.

Present arms.

Present horn.

[PLAYING "TAPS"]

On behalf
of a grateful nation,

please accept this flag
as a token of our gratitude

for your husband's
supreme sacrifice.

[SOBBING]

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