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Man.

Oh! Would you hurry it up?

Ugh! Come on!

Sir. Ohh!

Ohh.

Well, don't everybody
leap to your feet at once.

How are you feeling?

Now I know why pork
ain't kosher for you, LT.

I swear, man,
as long as I live,

I'm never eating
sweet-and-sour pork again.

I'm never eating again.

Do y'all have to
talk about food?

Well, I'll tell you
something.

The good thing about a little
bit of food poisoning is

it'll shoot right through
you in about 24 hours.

Now, Taylor, you and Percell
are gonna have to go on

a prisoner detail
for me.

Sure thing, LT.

You can count me in.

Forget it, Percell.

LT?

I'd like to volunteer.

No way, Doc.

Unless you're prepared to
carry a weapon and use it,

I have to count you
out of this one.

Guess that leaves you, Ru.

Oh. Excuse me a second, LT.

So how's everybody feeling
this fine morning?

Go away!

Taylor!

What's the matter with you?
I thought you were tough!

It's out of my control, Sarge.

Well, you know, LT,
I never thought

I'd be grateful that we ate
at Lulu's last night.

Well, I hate to be the one
to break it to you, sergeant,

but it looks like I'm gonna
have to give you this detail.

Let's try and find somebody
who's not so sick

to go with you.

Well, come on,
it's not all that bad.

Fresh air
will do you good.

You gotta learn to look
at the bright side, LT.

What side is that?

Well, Colonel Stringer said he'd
give you another three-day pass

when you get back,
so nothing's lost.

So why don't you just sit back
and enjoy the view here?

Sergeant...

this is just above latrine duty.

Yes, sir.

But Tay Ninh
doesn't know that.

And since
we don't have to

pick the prisoner up
till tomorrow morning,

I figure
that gives us

a night on the town
to ourselves.

We're not on vacation.
Yes, sir.

Doesn't it tick you off that
we gotta go along with all this

just to escort some deserter?

Well, sir, they're not

my favorite breed
of soldier either,

but it's gotta be dealt with.

And I've been a member of this
man's army long enough to know

that when the brass gives you
some time to yourself,

you take it.

Well, maybe you're right,
sergeant.

But the brass didn't exactly
give us a three-day pass.

LT, you just gotta learn to read
between the lines.

What about the detail?

That's tomorrow's
business.

Now, LT,
with all respect,

I suggest we check in
with the provost marshal,

store our gear
and then go out

and do a little
thinking for ourselves.

I guess we could get
a steam and a steak.

Yeah, that's a real steak too,

not that buffalo steak. Yeah.

Didn't steer you wrong
last time.

No, you
didn't.

Don't imagine they have

a Lulu's in Tay Ninh, do they?

Oh, yeah!
Franchise, drive-through.

Not buffalo.

I know that.
What is it?

It's not bad.

1954 to 1967, this guy's
an Army recruitment poster.

Yes, sir.

He's got more citations
than General Westmoreland.

He's got silver,
he's got bronze,

he's got
two Purple Hearts,

and he's got a fistful
of commendations.

LT?

Mmm? Would you
like another beer?

Yeah.

Miss, excuse me.
Two more beers, please.

Okay, now
we're cooking.

He assaulted
his captain,

fractured a couple
of his ribs,

and then...
he went AWOL.

He's been gone
for about 90 days.

I think we've got trouble.

Yes, sir. He's already
ruining a very good meal.

Okay, I get the point.

I will close this,
I will put it over here

I won't look at it
till tomorrow.

Thank you.

What kind of guy
deserts his buddies?

A coward!

Come on, Marcus.

You're the guy all the time
telling us

we ought not to be
jumping to conclusions.

And I'm right.

But a deserter's
a deserter.

Ohh!

Well, hurry up!

You know, if there was a guy
thinking about deserting

in our unit, I'd rather have
him step forward and go home.

What?!

Well, better that than
in the middle of a firefight

when he's supposed
to be watching my back.

Look, uh, one of you guys
has got to hurry, okay?

One second, Danny.

You know, Ru, you have
a point there, man.

Take Doc here.

Doc might be a squirrelly
little long-haired, redneck,

pinko, consci medic,

but I know he wouldn't
desert me in battle.

Thank you.

Oh, hell!

Danny?

Come back here
with that!

So tell me, LT,
what did you think?

My father told me
about your kind.

My kind?

Mm-hm.

You know, lifers.

Square-jawed, take-it-
on-the-chin kind of guys,

hate to break in
new officers.

Heh-heh. Well, you were
better than most.

Oh, come on.

You were just waiting
for me to step in it.

And you did too.
Yeah, I did.

But I was following you.

Well, to be honest
with you, LT,

you've made
a damn fine officer.

Half the time, I find
myself learning from you.

Yeah.

Your turn.

Sir?

You know, what did you think
of me the first time you saw me?

Heh-heh. No way.

Come on, sergeant. Come on.

Well, sir...

I remember the first time
I laid eyes on you...

I started calculating
how long till my DEROS.

"Lord,
take me home."

Oh. That bad, huh?

Well, we all gotta
start somewhere, right?

Well, I'll tell you, though...

a lot of officers, you know,

they start out thinking
they know everything,

and they make a lot of mistakes
because of that.

You are the first officer I met
who was willing to learn

the rules that were
not written in the book.

Yes, sir.

And I guess I knew
I was blessed with somebody

who could help teach me my job.

You did that.

And you're
a fine leader.

And I knew that my trust
was not misplaced, so...

Yeah.

Mmm! I got a letter from
Johnson the other day.

Yeah? How's he doing?

Well, he's adjusting just fine.

He's enjoying his classes,
got a new girlfriend.

He says he's put on a few pounds
because of his momma's cooking.

And, uh...

Oh, heh, he says he wants
to grow him an Afro.

You know, I was thinking about
growing an afro when I get home.

No, sir, don't do that.

Put that ammo over here.

Yes, sir!

Sorry to get you gentlemen
off to such a late start.

That's all right,
sir.

I think we can still make it
to Long Binh Jail before dark.

Yeah, the LT's got the road
to LBJ down cold, colonel.

I would've preferred to get
you off at the crack of dawn,

but this SOB jumped out the
latrine window stark-naked.

Took us two hours
to track him down.

Well, we'll make sure

we cuff him to
the back of the jeep, sir.

I should have known

when it took five MPs
to bring this deserter in.

Don't let him get away,
lieutenant.

No, sir.

I will personally deliver
him to the provost marshal.

Come on, move it!
Here he comes now.

Don't you worry about
a thing, sergeant.

Your little lady's gonna
be in mighty fine hands

while you're doing
hard time.

Matter of fact,

our whole company's
planning on adopting her.

We'll keep her employed,
if you know what I mean.

You think you were
going crazy in that cell?

Wait till you see the
small, little ones

they got waiting for
you in Leavenworth.

That's enough!

Staff Sergeant Jonathan Digby
delivered, lieutenant.

Good luck.

You remember me?

Anderson?

You know this guy, sergeant?

Germany, '63.

It's good
to see you.

You've come
a long way.

Ah, don't let him
get to you, sergeant.

And you,
shut up.

Right.

How long you been
in the Army?

Five days?

How we doing,
sergeant?

Almost done
here, LT.

So, Digby...

you seemed kind of familiar
with those MPs back there.

Yeah, we exchanged
addresses.

Oh, you're a real hard case now,
aren't you?

Well,
tell me something.

How'd the soldier
I knew

back in Wiesbaden
turn into you?

Do you remember
that idealistic soldier

that collapsed next to you
after that 30-mile march?

Oh, yeah. You were
a sight to behold.

And you tried to tell me
that I wasn't indestructible,

that everyone had
a breaking point.

Well... you were full of hormones,
grits and vinegar back then.

And you were right.

All right, sergeant.
We're running behind.

We're gonna have to take
an alternate route

to make up some time.

Here we go.
Come on.

Come on.

All aboard.

Up.

Couldn't you find a lower place,
so I really have to bend over?

LT... these jeeps
weren't really made

for transporting
prisoners.

Couldn't we just
cuff his hands?

We talking about
the same man

that escaped from
the holding pen this morning?

Look, my legs are chained,
there's nowhere to run,

you have the weapons,
so shoot me!

You watch him.

Thanks.

Okay. Lieutenant McKay
helped to, uh,

liberate some of this stuff

from the dispensary for us.

Marcus, take about, uh,
two tablespoons of this

every six hours.

Two every
12 hours.

Take two of these
every four hours.

Now I know what it's like
to be gut shot.

If this stuff does cure me,

I hope God have mercy on my soul
to let me into heaven.

Heaven? You believe
in heaven, Taylor?

I don't know anymore.

So much bad going on
in the world,

can't be too many people
up there.

There's a heaven, Taylor.
And I'm going to it.

Oh, yeah?

What's heaven like, Percell?

It's like... Baja, California.

Wide-open...

nature...

water...

dirt roads going off
into nowhere.

You can pick a piece
of fruit off a tree

and not worrying about it
being a booby trap.

Sleep at night
looking up at the stars.

And that noise in the bushes
ain't trying to kill you.

Yeah, there's a heaven,

and that's where
I'm going when I die.

Sounds like heaven to me.

Baja...

I even speak the language.

So, lieutenant?
Hmm?

First time
up close and personal

with a deserter?

Oh, I've seen
all kinds.

You wouldn't know
a real soldier

if he was sitting
behind you.

I'll tell you
what,

I saw enough back
there at the MP sta...

Son of a bitch MP
punched my wife

when they tried
to arrest me!

Now what would you do
if he punched Carol?

Carol and I
got divorced, Digby.

Sorry.

Is your wife
Vietnamese?

Yeah.

Peasant girl.

Doesn't speak
English.

Who would
have figured?

You leave
because of her?

Yeah.

Great justification
for going AWOL, Digby.

I don't have to justify anything
to you, lieutenant.

I gave 14 solid years
to the Army,

three of them
in Nam,

two of those
humping up boonies.

And then I re-upped
for six more.

Then what are
you doing here?

I met Lu Phan
and changed my mind.

You gotta be kidding.

About marrying a Vietnamese?
No.

About changing
your mind.

What about your
commitment to the Army?

What about the Army's
commitment to me?

I've spent two months
in the 29th Evac Hospital

recovering from
my second tour.

Four days out, still numb,
and not giving a damn.

Captain Bishop slides
reenlistment papers

in front of me.

What else am I
gonna do?

So Lu Phan
changed your mind?

Not really.

But when I snapped out of it,
she happened to be there.

Right time, right place.

So you left? No, I
didn't just leave!

I explained the situation
to Captain Bishop,

asked to be transferred back
to the States,

have my tour
shortened.

He turned me
down.

Man's hated me ever since I
survived Operation Morningstar.

And I've been through too much
to be treated that way.

Digby, what the hell do
you think you're doing?

There's mines
in the road.

Check it out, Sarge.

LT... NVA mine.

That's affirmative, Six,
we only found the three,

but I believe
the entire road's mined.

So we doubled
back.

We're gonna take
an alternate route east.

This is Viking Four.
Roger, out.

All right, we're almost
out of time here.

We're gonna take 30 minutes,
choke back some food,

then we're back
on the road.

Keep an eye
on him, sergeant.

He always this gung ho?

Or does he put
his pants on

one leg at a time
like the rest of us?

Oh, give me a break!

Come on, Digby.
Come on.

I bet your whole unit
jumps into both legs at once.

Shut up, will you?
Shut up.

So you think you have to die
to make a contribution?

It all depends on
the circumstances.

Look,
I was there, pal.

That's a load
of Army BS.

It sounds like
you and Captain Bishop

came out of
the same cookie cutter.

Operation Morningstar?

Yeah, S�ng Be River.

If they had any guts, they'd
teach it at infantry school:

"How Not to Win a War."

Thirty-four dead,
three survivors.

Yeah, well, Parrish...

Parrish is still
in the nuthouse.

Baldwin rotated home
and got shot by a cop

looting a furniture store.

And, uh, me...

No survivors.

Look, Digby, you haven't got
a monopoly on horror stories.

You can't just make up
your own rules

and walk away
whenever you want to.

You know, you don't have to
understand, lieutenant,

but if I didn't go, I'd be more
of a liability than an asset.

Oh, so you just
broke a couple

of your captain's ribs
on the way out?

Can't explain it to you, LT.
Can't explain it.

But he deserved it.

I'll be back.

What did he do?

Deserter.
Oh.

Only in
the Army.

I never hear of any of
us Air Force personnel

turning tail,
now, do you?

Never heard of any blue-suiters
in the trenches either.

Oh, you lowlife piece
of Army trash...

Hey, hey.

Think maybe we can keep this
friendly this afternoon?

Why don't you
stay out of this?

Yeah, stay out of it.
Don't push it, Digby.

Yeah.

Now, you started
this whole thing anyway,

didn't you, huh?

Hey!

Hey, GI, GI, GI!

Are you
all right?

Those your buddies?

Yeah.

Come on, come on.

We're not gonna get
out of here till after dark.

I can't believe

how long those MPs
kept us back there at that bar.

I mean, you'd think
they'd believe a lieutenant

over an Air Force mechanic.

Shut up, Digby.

Hey, that was one hell
of a left-right

we threw
at them guys, huh?

LT, it's about time
for us to check in.

Yeah, we should have
been there by now.

Well, we'll be there
in another couple hours.

Hand me the radio.

LT!

Damn it!

Get him back in the jeep.

You tell me something,
Digby.

You tell me something.

What the hell is
the matter with you?

Haven't you read
your code of conduct?

I'm a prisoner.
It's my duty to try and escape.

LT.

Not now, sergeant.

You lock him to the floorboards
if you have to.

Now, you listen to me
and you listen real good.

If I hear you
open your mouth again,

or you try and escape
one more time,

I swear I'm going to lock you...

- LT!
- Not now!

...and drag you
all the way there.

Have you got me, soldier?

LT.
What? What?

LT... easy.

Lieutenant.

Shut up.

Lieutenant.
Put a lid on it, Digby.

What did he say?

The rains have
washed out the road

between here
and the main road to Saigon.

Well, we're way off
schedule as it is, LT.

Yeah.

Ask him if we can make
it through before dark.

It's an hour back to
the nearest town.

Yeah, and this
doesn't look too good.

Um...

Ask him if we can stay
in his village tonight.

Uh...

That's affirmative, Six.

The name is Pran,
and he claims to be commander

of the local
Popular Forces, break.

Roger, we copy.

We've got a secured prisoner.

We'll reestablish contact
at 1700 hours. Roger, out.

Hockenbury. What are
you doing here?

Trying to get
better, sir.

Better?

This is where
we got sick.

Mind over matter.

You know, you gotta
get back up on the horse.

You are the most
nonviolent lunatic

I have ever met,
Hockenbury.

Well, thank you, sir.

Actually, I've always
been nonviolent.

The lunacy came with
Vietnam.

Yeah, I know how
you feel.

Actually, it's, uh...

It's a little bit worse
than you think, sir.

I'm beginning to understand
why we're over here.

Really?
Yeah.

Well, that's funny,

because it's getting harder
and harder for me to see that

every day.

Well, I guess
once you go around the bend,

one way or the other...
it's time to go back home.

Chow ain't ready
for another 30 minutes.

Come back later.

Oh, God!

Phew!

You know,
Hockenbury...

...I think I'm starting to
feel a little bit better.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Well, that's a...

kind of good news, bad
news sort of thing, sir.

Yeah, why's that?

Well, the better
you feel,

the more likely you are
to go back there and eat.

Hey, sir, do you want me
to mix up that salad?

Yeah.

It's no good, LT.
We're out of radio range.

Well, at least they know
where we are.

Digby asleep?

Looks like it.

I wouldn't take
a bet on it.

Well, believe it or not, LT,
he was a good soldier.

No, I believe it.

He spotted that mine
in the road before we did.

And his record speaks
for itself.

I don't know
what happened to him.

Neither do I.

But I know what's
gonna happen to him.

General court martial?
Two-to-five in Leavenworth?

That's just for desertion.

Wait till they tack on
the escape and assault charges.

No.

No!

No.

I'll tell you,

I can't figure out why a guy
would throw away his whole life

for just a couple of punches

and a few months
with a wife he barely knew.

Oh, hell, LT,

he didn't do anything
that our guys haven't done.

His mistake was
he hit the wrong guy

and he stayed
away longer.

It isn't fair.

No, it's not fair.

But that's the Army.

Sergeant, did I ever...?

What?

Oh, nothing.

What?

Well, you remember that time

that I saved all those people
in the bar

right before Charlie
blew it up?

Well, yeah.
You were a hero on the TV.

Well, that's kind of
a fine line.

You see, the truth
of the matter was

I was pretty drunk.

Alex and McKay
had...

Oh, it didn't
really matter.

But I was drunk
and I was in this bar.

So I pulled out my side arm

because
I was angry

and I took a shot
right at a dartboard.

Scared the hell
out of everybody in the bar.

And in about 10 seconds,
the bar was clear.

No!

Yes!

Well, did you at least
hit the bull's eye?

No.

I'll tell you something, though.

If that bullet had just...
veered one way or another

and killed a civilian,

I'd be warming up the cell
in Leavenworth for Digby

right now.

Well, there are two sides
to every story.

Yeah.

But we got our orders.

No!

No!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hang on, hold on, hold on.
- Zeke!

I wasn't
trying to escape.

I know that. Just take
a breath, take a breath.

Breathe.

I'll die if I sleep
in that hut.

The walls...
they close in.

Let me stay out here.

- You can chain me to a tree.
- All right, all right.

Calm down.

We'll find you
a place to lie down

where I can keep
an eye on you.

Sergeant, go ahead
and get some shuteye.

I'll wake you up
in a couple hours.

I got the first watch.

Go ahead.

Oh, God.
Oh.

Thank you.

Here. Yeah.

Ah.

Say.
Hi, Digby.

Thanks.

So, uh...

do you mind telling me
what happened last night?

Oh, it was
a bad dream.

Things seemed to be
all right

once we got you
outside here.

Walls.

I hate to tell
you this, old buddy,

but Leavenworth's
got walls.

Yeah, so do barracks,
mess halls,

libraries, offices...

everywhere.

So what are you
gonna do?

Run forever and live
in an open field?

You know, 37 guys just cruising
on the banks of the S�ng Be,

looking for VC ammo dumps.

Was a cush gig, Zeke.
Just cush.

No one knew we were over the
heart of their tunnel complex.

One minute the jungle monkeys
are screeching,

and the next, we're surrounded
by hundreds of NVA.

My boys panicked.

And they cut us to shreds.

Yeah, we heard about S�ng Be.

I was shot in three places

and I ran out of ammo when
they made their last charge.

I pulled one of my men
on top of me.

I played dead.

Then...

Then those animals,

they bayoneted all the bodies.

And I just
tried...

not to breathe.

I was trying not to move.

Then a point went right through
Hawkins into my chest,

and I was so scared, so angry,
I didn't even feel it.

But his blood...

His blood was everywhere.

It was in my nose,
it was in my mouth.

I just...

I...

I started choking.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, Zeke.
There was no air.

There was no room.

They, uh...

They just stayed in the area,
it must have been an eternity.

I don't think
I breathed for hours.

And later...

in the hospital,
I woke up screaming

in the middle
of the night.

They had to put the bed
on the lawn, Zeke.

They put it...
They put it...

I mean, they put a freaking
hospital bed

out there on the... damn lawn.

So did you get help?

Oh. Oh, help.

Ah. Ah, help. Yeah.

Army shrinks,

they just made a topo
map out of my mind.

The thing is,

I had it pretty much
under control, Zeke...

until that...

bastard Bishop
intentionally assigned me

to the supply room.

Just walls...

and boxes.

And, you know...

the guy just laughed at me

when I asked for a transfer.

And so you hit him?

Well... did you get him good?

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

NVA ambush.
At least 15, maybe more.

In thirty minutes, there's
gonna be a U.S. convoy

on the worst part
of the road.

Sergeant, how long
do you think it'll take

to make radio contact
with MACV?

About 30 minutes.

Not enough
time, LT.

All right, come on.

Oh, damn it!

This manual doesn't go down to
frequencies at convoy level.

Can't we just roll the
dial and try 'em all?

No, that'll be
a needle in a haystack.

Hey, these guys
are civilian defense.

That means they've got to be in
contact with the district chief.

Twenty
minutes, LT.

Will your people fight?

If you lead,
they will.

Come on.

What do you say?

What, you think
I'm gonna run?

Yeah, that thought
crossed my mind.

If it hits the fan,
you're gonna need me.

I'd take the chance.

There they are.

Looks like they've got about
three or four attack points

in vehicular ambush.

Oh,
damn it.

They've got RPGs. Have a look.

Digby.

See if Pran
can take two guys.

Go about 40 meters that way.

Sergeant, I want you to take
the rest of these troops

and spread 'em out.

Let's try and make 'em think
we're bigger than we are.

Convoy's coming.

No more time.

Arggh!

Arggh!

LT, grenade!

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Arggh!

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Hold your fire!

Up the main way,
push it on through.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

All right, all right.

Well, sergeant, that's
a real compelling story.

I just hope they take it
into consideration

at the court martial.

Yes, sir.

You saw him
in that hut last night.

Yeah, I did.

And if he can't
survive Leavenworth,

well, they'll send him
to a shrink.

Anyway, it's not
for us to decide.

We're on
a prison detail.

I know that, LT.

It's just that
sometimes it seems

like the system
eats its young.

Well, sometimes
it can be a cruel system,

but you've still
got to be responsible

for your own actions.

Bull's eye?

Okay, okay.

Let's think about this
rationally.

If we leave him out here
at some rice paddy farm,

how long do you think
it's gonna be

before the VC or the NVA or
the MPs catch up with him?

Sorry.

Hey, regulations.

Digby. You did
real well out there.

It's no big deal.

Half of those things
are duds anyway.

Well, I wish things
could turn out differently.

I mean it.

And I'd like to testify at your
court martial on your behalf.

We were going to go
to Australia.

Can't get any more
wide open than that.

So I heard you and Anderson
John-Wayne'd it out there,

saved a truck convoy,
or something like that.

That's right.

And? How did you
lose the prisoner?

Well, we were outnumbered
about 10-to-1.

And all hell was breaking
loose, let me tell you.

I mean, RPGs,

mortars, grenades.

And they were airmailing 'em
to us too, buddy.

Sarge, what about them Ruff
Puffs? They pull their weight?

Saved our bacon.

How'd Sergeant
Digby do?

Not bad for a deserter.

Oh, yeah. The man was a hero.

So where is he now?

Well, when the smoke cleared,

all there was was a mortar hole
where Digby was standing.

We never did find the body.

Oh, come on. And no one
saw him after that?

Nope.

Come on.

It's true, McKay.

You are such
a pushover.