All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.1995

Trickster!

Ready. Sit.

Adjust.

Not bad, huh?

I think I'm going to sign up for
Drillfield.

Parasite.

It's in my blood.

Sergeant Major Hall.

Save it for the academy or some goddamn
entombment ceremony in Washington, D

.C., because I don't want to hear it.

Are these men trained, Sergeant?

Aye, aye, Sergeant Major.

Good. Then I won't need a large box of
Crayolas to explain myself.

At 2100, you Marines will be dropped in
-country at a cold LZ, four clicks from

the suicide slum, which is a code name
for North Vietnamese POW camp where a

group of Marine officers are being held.

Now, you boys will maneuver two clicks
to a deserted French cathedral where you

will wait until dawn.

You people understand this?

Aye, aye, Sergeant Major!

You got that, Sergeant?

Aye, aye, Sergeant Major.

Good work.

Now, at dawn, your company will move
from that cathedral, A -click, and join

first platoon for the final assault on a
suicide slum. Wake that fucking marina

up, Private.

Is there a problem, Private? Are you
tired?

Me, sir? Yeah, you, Private.

I'm just a little tired, sir. Just a
little?

Yes, sir.

A little, huh?

You believe in God, son?

I can't hear you!

I believe in God, sir!

Then you are fucked!

Because no one can save your ass.

Not God, your mother, father, or Aunt
Margaret. The only one who can save your

ass is your fellow Marines.

Now listen up, Marines.

Let me make myself clear on one thing.

If you are tired, hungry, delirious,
homesick, or have any other aberrations

illness, you are no good to yourself,
your fellow Marines, the Corps, or God,

and to be put to sleep and save our
nation the valuable tax dollars it costs

clothe and feed your sorry asses. Now
get these goddamn cocksuckers over to

Miss, have them chowed down, geared up,
and on the flight line, and ready to

move out of 2 ,200 hours.

Like I was saying, Barbara Jean is
religious, so we got engaged and decided

wait until we got married.

Damn, but you put a damn thing on that
girl's car and didn't even test drive

Not exactly, Pip. We did some things,
man.

Did you or did you not get some, man?
There ain't no two ways about it. You

can't go a little bit left or a little
bit right. If you did, you didn't.

Now, which is?

She's a good girl, Pip. I'd say Spread
Eagle is a good girl, bro. You turds

leave Brooks alone. It's okay if you
decided to wait. Ain't no shame in it.

Because you say so, Reverend.

Suck my nuts.

That's some of that old pussy hostage
shit.

Hostage? Yeah, coach.

You see, the home chick hold the pussy
hostage till you cough up a rain grin or

something. Then you find out the pussy's
taunt.

Gotta know this on it, too.

I bet you ought to know that rains every
15 minutes in the night. I was saying

something, professor.

Wet pussy.

All right? Then you try to leave because
she got taunt, pussy.

And she says all you wanted was the
pussy. Because it's tough.

You know it, Carl. If I was as stupid as
you, Hoover, I'd be embarrassed to open

my mouth.

The Lord is going to strike you with
lightning bolts. Then let him strike

because I don't, Reverend. I hit it on
the first night, smacking that ass.

That way, if it ain't no good, I can get
rid of it and say it didn't work out.

Because everybody don't fit with
everybody.

Then she can't say all I wanted was the
pussy.

Because if I get some good pussy, I mean
some really good pussy.

I'm going to be up there and humping and
licking it all day, every day, quit my

motherfucking job for it.

That's why your ass is still a private
in this bullshit Marine Corps right now.

You can secure that shit right now,
Corporal Pippin.

Y 'all be talking about pussy and pussy
Jews and high fucks and assholes,

whatever you boys be like chatting
about.

But what I do not want to hear is
blasphemy about the United States Marine

Corps. Suck my nuts.

Move it.

What did you say, boy?

Marie!

Boy?

Excuse me.

Suck my nuts.

Sir. Well, that is very funny, Private
Branch.

I'd bet you'd be a bucket of laughs down
in the brig.

Is there marijuana in that cigarette,
Private?

I know, sir. It's tobacco. We bumped it
from me. I've checked your service

record book, sir.

You like to take a two to that wacky
tobacco, don't you?

You're a hophead.

Well, I got news for you, bro.

You fire one up on this operation, I'm
gonna be right there in your face to

court -martial your black ass. And
that's the last place your two -left

rhythmless ass wants to be. Are you
threatening me? No, sir, he is not,

if he was, he knows I'd have to give him
a .45 caliber court -martial right here

and right now.

I got a sweet tooth for this shit.

I'll have a word with you, Lieutenant.

Seeing as how this is your first combat
mission, maybe there's something I

should explain to you. With the
exception of Hoover, Pittman, and

of the Marines aboard this helicopter
have ever been to the Nile. Now, they've

served their country and could have gone
back to the world, and for whatever

reason, they decided not to. And whether
you like them or not, you're going to

thank the Lord Almighty that they were
here when we hit that LZ.

You can thank the Lord, Sergeant.

That's what you're good at.

Relax.

Simple evacuation of some POWs.

Military intelligence hadn't reported
any NVA activity in this area in three

months. This is not the Boy Scouts, sir.
And you are not in command here. I am.

I've been hit.

Oh, God, I think I'm dying.

Just lay back. I'm going to get a
corpsman. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Unknown but not an honored rest.

Symbol of all time shall not reap.

Not one still heart in that torn breast,
but a myriad millions.

That was gorgeous, Reverend.

I didn't know you still had a good
prayer in you. I don't.

It was a poem by County Cullen.

Look at him. God damn it, he's just a
kid. Fuck that.

When it comes to Marines, I remember
names, not faces. That way, when I sleep

night, I dream dreams, not death.

You're cold, Hoover.

I'd say he is.

Take a breather, Reverend.

Get yourself together.

Where's two left shooters?

Lieutenant?

Dead.

You and the lieutenant came out of the
chopper together. How is it you got

through the firefight and the LT didn't?
Shit, I got rhythm and he doesn't. I

was zigzagging like a quarterback about
to get sacked.

Two left shooters comes out of there
like he's at a square dance. Got popped

before he got five feet.

Did you see what happened to the others?

I don't know. I saw Pippa's blazing away
with that grease gun, dropping rice

heads like a bad habit.

I looked, uh, Lieutenant over.

Some of the bitch was holding up me.

What else you get?

Map? Compass?

Plus 50 bucks.

He didn't need it.

You want me to, uh...

Tag and bag the youngster you want to do
it.

Sergeant Hall's orders still stand. KIs
will be picked up by a sweep unit later.

Damn.

Feels like I'm being fucked up against
the wall and Hall forgot the Vaseline.

Calling for an airlift out of here.

Put the radio down, he'll go.

Man, what is your problem?

Are you crazy?

No, I'm a Marine.

And a Marine doesn't abandon his
objective without exhausting every

means available. We're going to the
temple. Just like the Reverend, I always

want to go to church.

This operation is a wash.

We don't know that. What about First
Platoon?

What about them? How are we supposed to
leave First Platoon land and save LZ

when we didn't?

I'm Joe the boss of my own fucking body.
I'm getting the fuck out of here.

You are in violation of Article 92.

Put the radio down, Private.

Am I now?

Who left you in charge?

Where's your lieutenant, boy?

I'm holding him, Hoover.

All right, all right, all right.

You right, I'm wrong.

We got to stick together.

Two tours of Naaman, you still ain't
learned.

Y 'all okay? I thought maybe the NBA got
you.

I came to do it, all right.

Brooke's got some sap now in her leg.

You still in there?

Here's I can figure.

I'm okay, dog. I can still walk.

Yeah?

What about him? He dead?

I don't know. Give him mouth to mouth.

Not me.

Not with that green shit drooling out
his mouth.

Depending on me, he's a dead
motherfucker.

I got a wife and a kid back in the real
world. I kiss that motherfucker some of

that green Vietnam slime shit. Seeps
into my ass. Not a lot, just a little.

to grow on you like mold.

I get back to the world, kiss my wife.
That shit seeps into her. She kiss my

little girl goodnight. That shit seeps
into her. Come Christmas Eve, we all die

from some post -Vietnam slime shit.

I'll take a bullet in the head. I ain't
going out like that.

You all right?

Yeah, I'll do.

Good.

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

I could have let you die, which means
you owe me your life, so you do what I

say, when I say, without any lip. You
read me?

Am I making myself clear?

Yeah, Rem.

Crystal clear.

Enough already.

Now, we're in the middle of nowhere
playing John Wayne.

You in command, and I don't want to die.
So talk.

No shit.

Shut up.

Now, we haven't got a lot of options. We
can either...

waiting till the nba run into us so we
can move to the cathedral where it's

the cathedral it is let's move out cole
you take care of brooks uber you take

point i'll take rearman charlie you want
me to take point just in case something

go down i get hit first huh i brought
you back from the dead so it's not your

life anyway it's mine so let's head out
fucking walking dead

Don't say anything to Hoover Sarge, man.

I'm scared to death.

Leg hurting like hell.

When I got hit, the only thing I could
think about was to see my girl Barbara

Jean again.

All y 'all can give is something better
than me.

What about you?

You got a girl?

Yep, two of them.

Ah, little girl.

Why?

Shirley McClendon.

This is my husband, Cole.

Where's home?

Los Angeles.

City of angels.

I understand.

I've been in the garage all day, hardly
keeping clean.

Yes, yes. As I was saying to your wife
before you arrived, our apartments

really suited for children.

Oh, that's okay. I mean, we really like
this neighborhood.

Uh, what I really was trying to say is
that there's a big demand and a long

waiting list for our unit.

Then why do you still have apartments
for rent?

I mean, it says right here, luxurious
two -bedroom apartments for rent, close

schools, excellent for children. Cole,
you have to make a scene. I need you.

I'm not making a scene. I'm simply
asking a question.

The paper says... The paper is wrong.

It's a mistake by our marketing team.

We don't have anything for people like
you.

People like us, lady, you don't know
what kind of people we are.

You didn't ask if we played our music
loud, if we were neighborly, do we have

references. You don't know if we pay our
bills on time or do we have good

credit. All you know is that you don't
want to rent to us.

And that lady is bullshit.

But they made me feel something about
being black I never really felt before.

What's that?

Restricted. Get the fuck out of my
office!

No, I'll get out of your office, because
as a decent human being, I wouldn't

want to live in a place like this.

House nigger.

Daddy, Daddy, want to play with my
plane?

No, I don't want to. Sandra, Daddy's
driving. He'll play with you when we get

home, okay?

Okay, Mommy.

We'll find another place.

There are no other places now. We've
been to them all.

Only place where we came from, and I
ain't going back there.

My little girl ain't gonna grow up in a
place infested with rats and roaches the

way I did. She's my daughter, too.

If it was good enough for her father,
it's good enough for her.

Baby, there's no shame in it. It doesn't
bother me. Well, it bothers me.

In a snowy society that made you the way
they want you and still hated you.

Imprisoned in black, you know?

I do.

Is that why you enlisted?

You make NCO, you get base housing.

My wife and my little girl are my whole
life.

They made me a mechanic in the motor
pool.

My wife damn near had heart failure when
I told her I volunteered for infantry

in Nam.

Fastest way to get rank.

That's a hell of a price to pay for
decent housing.

You all right, Marie?

I'm all right.

I want to thank you for helping me get
through that trail.

It's all right.

We're here.

How's it look?

Looks all right.

I heard a noise.

What type of noise?

Wind.

Wind?

What type of wind?

Like gas.

Gas?

Wind what?

I guess like somebody put it sound like
somebody put it.

I'm impressed with your I Mean what do
you want?

Yeah, a lot of beans a child. No, it
wasn't me She wasn't you I mean it could

have been one no silent, but daily was
Think it's a fart, but it's actually

shit. You'll shut up. I'm trying to
concentrate

I found your noise.

We got two or three NVA in the bush
outside the church.

That ain't no church. That's a pile of
fucking rocks like the joint they used

play in the projects.

Must have been hit by mortar fire.
Whatever Charlie's waiting on is out

Now, look, they're probably just a
listening post for the primary unit. We

take them.

In case you haven't noticed, there ain't
enough of us here to take candy from a

baby. What if there's a whole gang of
NVA down there? We don't know who's down

there. We're going to have to find out.

You're a blind motherfucker.

I should have looked behind your ass.

He'll get calling, Brooks.

Sick -ass shit. I would have got your
little ass. I heard you.

How did he start, B?

Well, stopped the bleeding.

I don't think he's infected, so I guess
he'll be all right when he wakes up.

I don't know why motherfuckers fight
tooth and nail to avoid the eventuality

death.

Because it beats the irresistible
compulsion to be fucked up like you.

can't you just go along with the
program? Because the program is fucked.

You ever wonder why they recruit kids
right out of high school?

Not because they're in the best shape
physically, because they're in the worst

shape mentally.

They haven't got a clue what the fuck
they're getting into.

Your world's as big as a pebble on a
four -lane highway. You can't escape it,

you want to blame it on the Corps.

Well, I don't buy it, mister.

Everybody acts on their own good sense.

Is that why we're here?

Sit down.

You two have finished passing as
military intelligence. You can start

job. Fifty percent alert. One up, one
down. Two -hour watches. We move out at

first light. Turn two.

What are you trying to do, give away our
position?

No, I'm trying to get high, if you don't
mind.

Shit ain't no good for you.

Are you certified to give out this
advice?

Nope. Just trying to figure out what
makes you such a hard head. Well, save

energy. I'd hate to see you sap all your
brain's power in one night.

Don't like Sutton B much, do you? Oh, I
like him just fine.

If you want a man to back you, save your
ass, even die for you, he's probably

the sucker.

He's the sergeant. He gets paid more to
die.

Every time something don't go your way,
somebody got to be working an angle,

huh? Then tell me why we landed in a hot
LZ on a routine operation.

And if you can tell me where the hell
First Platoon is, you win all the

Somebody's working an angle here, my
man. I don't know who's working what.

know is we're short ten days in a wake
-up, and we are going home for Christmas

dinner.

I even got a special present for my
little girl.

I traded a pilot some rations for this.

My little girl's a tomboy, kind of got a
thing for planes.

She should have joined the paratroopers.

Man, suck my nuts. You couldn't get me
to jump off a curb, let alone a plane.

Wax didn't want me jumping out of planes
anyway.

I thought it'd be cool seeing as how my
little girl dug him so much, I just

figured it was all right. No offense,
man, but if you want to get to know

people, go to the USO.

I don't make no friends in the Noms, so
keep your family business to yourself.

What the hell's the difference? Lighten
up, for Christ's sake. The difference

is, you make a friend in the Nom, he
might be dead the next day.

And that's... that's too much for one
man to deal with.

Okay.

I won't say nothing.

Tell me why you enlisted. I'll carry the
burden of knowing you.

I was broke, I needed a job, and your
favorite uncle wrote me a letter, and I

accepted. That's it?

Pretty damn close.

You see, me and my man Harold was going
to this house party in the project.

Motherfuckers going through a time when
they get to a good house party. What the

fuck these chicks look like?

Why? Because they're risking my job.
They better be fine, too.

You know how it goes.

One's fine, one's ugly.

Less than that. One look like the
milkman, other one look like the gasman.

Neither one of them look like the dad.

Which one you got?

It's the match.

Milkman, girl's father.

There'll be some other women up in
there, though.

There'll be.

Harry.

Do me a favor and get up in here. What's
this?

Don't drink so much.

I want you to be the old Harry I used to
know.

Hey, look, boo. You ain't at work.
You're not my boss when we hanging out.

Besides, you don't own the wagon.

Just don't fall off the motherfucker.

How you doing, sis?

Hey, Hoover.

Hey.

Hey, Hoover.

You think Mr. Duckowitz gonna miss that
hamburger meeting?

I don't mean to throw no salt in your
game, but I'm the head meatpacker down

there, right? Right. I mean, what can he
do?

I work hard for the man.

I'm a meatpacking motherfucker.

As a matter of fact, he pulled me aside
just today, man. Pulled me away from the

rest of the employees.

You see, Hoover?

You a meatpacking motherfucker.

I said, show you right. Game five on the
black hand side. Step.

Hey, what's up, bro?

What's up, man?

What the fuck y 'all ignorant ass want?

The fuck you think we want?

Where's Celeste?

Where you think?

In her skin. When she jump out, you
gonna jump in?

Dancing.

They gonna let us in or what?

Why you asking him? Like he know.

It's BYOB. What's your brain?

I just got off work. I brought my
motherfucking appetite. Now, where's

You know what? You can take your foul
mouth and your appetite and go right

to the White Castle. Because we do not
have that up in here.

Let's go right now.

Hi, Believer.

I'm glad you made it.

Come on in.

These uptown niggas sure know how to
throw a party.

Fine mamas up in here.

So you're right.

Hey, I brought you a little something
for your party.

Oh, you didn't have to bring anything,
Luther.

Oh, yes, he did.

She gets on my last nerve.

Want to dance?

It's nice of you to bring that hamburger
meat.

Things must be going well for you, huh?

Yeah. Mr. Duke would say that he might
be making me a supervisor song.

That's nice, Hoover.

You know, I've been putting some money
away, and I'm thinking about buying a

car. A car?

Yeah.

Maybe you and I could go out.

You don't need a car to take me out.

You know I want to do things right.

Get something nice.

Convertible.

Get dressed up. Buy you a new dress.

I want to see your nice things.

I have dinner at Carl's Steakhouse.

You know, we supply the meats for him,
and he always told me

that if you bring by somebody special,
I'll take care of you.

You think I'm special, Hoover?

Yeah.

Mr. Dugan was just outside.

Where? In the hallway.

Said he wanted to see you.

I didn't know I was here.

Probably nothing.

Yeah.

They can't do nothing down here without
me.

I've talked to you in practice.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Is there a problem down at the store?

Yeah.

Don't think I've been spying on you
because I haven't.

But Mr. Konoski at the barber shop said
you took a package from the store at

closing.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I was, uh, through some hamburgers.

I was going to pay for it on a payday.
It's not the cost. I'm a butcher.

The meat means nothing to me.

What's important is you didn't ask.

I was going to ask, but it was like a
last -minute thing.

Harold said you've been planning this
all day.

Harold said that?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Hoover.

I'm going to have to let you go.

I can't have somebody working for me
that I can't trust.

Mr.

Dickerson, you know, this job means a
lot to me, you know.

I mean, I work really hard for you, and
I stay late, you know, put in overtime

when nobody else will.

I mean, it's got to count for something.

That's why I'm not calling the cops.

Can you just answer one question?

How'd you know where to find him?

Harold.

After that, I said to myself, over.

Yeah.

I would never, ever work for a white man
again.

What you call this?

A plan.

A plan?

Yeah.

See, I've been putting my hands away.

I'm starting my own business.

You know, get dressed up, buy some new
Stacey Adams.

Get that convertible.

See, I got this dream.

Just walk into a showroom and buy this
car cash.

I mean, I know it ain't happening to
you. It's just a dream.

Maybe you can find some less.

So y 'all did go on a date?

Hell no.

I couldn't face her after that.

Yeah, I couldn't even face myself.

I got out of Detroit.

I ended up in this summer, bitch.

Hey.

What you do about Harold?

I did what any red -blooded nigga would
do.

What's that?

Kicked his motherfucking ass.

I feel for you, pal.

Don't. You'll sleep better at night.

Morning, Sarge.

Morning, son.

How's the leg?

Oh, it's all right. You know, I can
stand and walk on my own now.

I want to thank you for what you did.

You got mail.

Hi, it's for my girl, Barbara J.

Well, open it.

No, I don't think I want it. I mean, I
want it, but I think I'll wait till I

really need to.

You know, when things get really bad out
here.

You got the right idea, son.

The Lord may not give you what you want,
but he will give you what you need.

Well, he's doing all right by me.

Muhammad Ali, a bad motherfucker.

Cash Clay is his name.

Changed it.

See, the brothers are going to have to
change their way of thinking if they're

going to survive the white man's
evolution.

That's why he changed his name.

And that's why he's the greatest boxer
to ever live.

Bullshit, you country motherfucker.

I'm from Detroit.

Joe Louis is the greatest boxer that
ever lived and did it for less money

they pay in cash as clay.

Should you pay me what they pay in cash
as clay or more than I'm making in the

car, I'll beat a motherfucker's whole
family and win.

His drunk -ass daddy, his ugly -ass
mama, bush -looking sister, and his

-ass uncle.

Joe Louis is then, Ali is now.

You got that?

Come on, homie.

We ain't got time for this. We got to D
.D. and hook up with the first platoon.

You don't like talking much, huh, Reb?

Maybe because you got a secret.

Won't you tell us about your little
secret?

Sergeant Barkley ever tell y 'all why he
joined the Corps?

Stop pushing, Juicy. You're going too
far.

This is the NOM. Ain't no such place.

Yo, that's me, B!

Hoover! Oh, you caught my foot!

Pimp my man.

Save the day.

Jesus!

What is wrong with you, Marine?

He's been here.

Huh? Lost a fucking radio.

You fucking, you fucking goddamn radio.

Get control of yourself, son.

I say we let him kick the shit out the
motherfucking collar today.

Pip served with me my last two terms at
NOM. He is a good Marine.

Is he? Yeah, and he's worth saving. Man,
when you gonna quit sticking up for

this crazy motherfucker? If he's a good
Marine, hit him with a ribeye.

Who will recon the area? See if we can
find anyone from 1st Platoon alive. I

don't want to run into any more
surprises.

Then why I got to here?

Why are you in the Marine Corps?

To do reconnaissance.

To go recon.

What about Pip?

Don't worry about him.

Got my eye on him.

It would be a whole lot better if you
kept your weapon on him and your foot in

his ass.

Hit. Hit.

Nice hit.

Fuck off.

First platoon.

Dead in the motherfucker.

You all right, son?

I don't know.

I don't know what to tell you.

A man can do terrible things to a man's
mind, but I can tell you this.

Pippin has saved my ass a dozen times or
more.

When I was born one leg up from the
gutter, I figured that nothing can be.

It's worse than living with my
grandparents in Cleveland, you know.

And this is supposed to be the start of
my new life.

We got to talk about Hugh Cooper.

Who?

Are you talking about Rudy Pooh Coop?
That fool that worked out at the

store? He asked me out.

You told me he's my girl, right?

Right? I can't believe this shit.

Joe?

He was going to be taking over the
hardware store from his uncle soon.

Oh, he works at a hardware store.

Selling nuts and bolts and shit.

Does that mean you want to screw him?
No.

But... Are you going to be something?

Somebody?

Maybe I am somebody.

Maybe I'm Joe Brooks.

I'm getting

older. I'll be

graduating from high school soon.

I mean, most of my girlfriends are
getting married.

A girl has got to start thinking about
her future, Joe.

Look, I'm not holding it against you,
but you live in your grandparents'

basement.

And what's wrong with that?

Oh, wait, wait, wait. Now, you know my
grandparents can get good money for this

space if they rented it out.

But, baby, I'll stay here for free.

Now, to me, now, that's a deal if I ever
seen one.

You can't live in the basement all your
life.

Why not?

Huh? You tell me what's wrong with it.

Huh?

Okay.

It's more than the basement.

A girl needs to know a guy's gonna do
things for her, has plans.

Oh, baby, I'll do things for you.

Wasn't I the one who took you to your
first bar?

Taught you how to hold your liquor?

And even after you threw up in my
grandmother's car, I cleaned it up.

She gets in her car every morning, she
still don't know why it smells like sour

milk in there.

That was fun.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on. I got plans
too, baby.

Big plans.

I mean, I didn't want to spring them on
you before you graduated.

Just don't want to blow your
concentration while you were studying

finals, that's all.

Really? Yeah.

What type of plan?

Joe?

Hmm?

I'm joining the Marine Corps.

I'm going to be a super soldier just
like my granddaddy. He was a bad cat. He

kicked it. ass in world war ii we're
gonna get merry trouble all over the

visiting new and exciting places just
like on television i love you

so

you joined the marines because of your
grandpa i really joined for barber but

my granddaddy was a bad cat i remember
he used to tell me how he used to kick

ass in world war ii imagine that

I really enjoy it for Barbara, though.

Well, that's love for you.

You know, everybody has to have a
reason.

Otherwise, it don't make sense, you
know?

Sometimes, it's easier if you don't have
a reason.

I don't want no trouble out of you, Pip.

How you doing?

Radio is on, but ain't nobody broadcast.

What the hell you think happened here?

I don't know, Cole.

Ray, this is Lois. Lois Ray.

Nice to meet you.

Can I speak to you for a minute?

Yes.

What the fuck are you doing, man?

Doing?

Oh, Lois.

Shoot something, ain't you? I met her
last night.

I called her lopsided lowest because one
of her tits was bigger than the other

one. Some kind of fucking gravity thing
or something. I don't know. Get rid of

her, man. You got work to do.

Why are you breaking my heart?

It's fine. She's gone.

This won't take long, right? I've seen
it already.

When you fuck up, you fuck up good,
don't you? You could walk messing with

I'm telling you.

Listen, people, a lot of the same old
shit's still going down.

Old Spanish rake got some Puerto Rican
bitch and her brothers running the

rackets for the mob.

Now, I figure if we hit them, they won't
be the wise.

Plus, those digos don't dig them no way.

That's when you and I come in.

And what am I going to do with this
money? What you going to do, mamita? I'm

going to buy my mom a house in Miami
Beach.

How about this one?

Let's do it.

My man.

What was that, Carlos?

What was that, la?

Here, hide this.

Where's the money, sweetheart?

They came for it already.

Oh, Zala, now you got to do better than
that.

Now, you and I both know they ain't
coming for the money for a leave.

Another hour.

Now, look, let me tell you something.

I got a crazed nut with an itchy trigger
finger on it.

And if you don't tell me where the money
is, I'm going to turn it loose on your

brown sugar ass.

Now, where's the money?

Fuck. Yeah.

Ooh, no, no. What?

You didn't fuck, no. Fuck me?

No, fuck you.

And your mama can watch.

Oh!

Pip.

Why you do that?

What do you mean why? The bitch pissed
me off, Ray. Oh.

Pip, Pip. But let me guess, there's a
problem with me being pissed off now,

right? You know I don't have a problem
with you being pissed off. I got a

problem with stupidity.

You shot that bitch before she told us
where the dough was.

You know, we don't know if she was going
to tell us where the dough was.

Now we're going to never know.

Look, Pip, come on.

We got work to do, man. We got to look
for this dough, man. You take this side

and I'll take this side. Come on, man,
let's go.

Come on, Pip, let's go.

Boy, I ain't got nothing on you.

Show the boy something, man.

Five bucks for your place.

Can I

help you?

That's okay.

Get your neck.

I guess I am.

Sergeant Barkley, look into my eyes and
enter my mind.

Let me take you for a ride.

Toward the wastelands where the prophets
lied, the marines died, and the

butterflies cried.

We're in Vietnam, Sergeant Barkley.

I know, Pip, I know.

But you don't hear me, though.

I say we put that cocksucker out of his
misery.

No radio, but plenty of cannabis.

Here you go, Pip.

Come on, man.

Come on, man.

Chew.

The juice is in, and the store is open.

Fucking juice.

Did you see anybody from 1st Platoon?

No, there wasn't nobody to see from 1st
Platoon.

Unless you're Dr.

Frankenstein and need some body parts.

So that mean we're out here alone?

Was there a radio?

Nope.

Gooks must have got it.

What's in the bag? Everything. I got
their grenades, maps, sea ratchets.

They must have just got paid recently
because I came up on some serious

currency. No radio? Man, are you
listening? I said the NVA must have got

How are we going to get out of here,
Sarge?

Yeah, Sergeant Barkley.

How the fuck we gonna get out of here?
Get off his back. I ain't got on it yet,

but I'm about to.

Huh?

Moses, self -appointed hero.

Huh? How the fuck we gonna get out of
here? What you gonna do?

Bring out your staff, part the Red Sea?

Huh? Take us to the promised land?

Huh? Huh?

Is that what you gonna do?

I'll tell you what.

One more word out of you, I'm gonna put
my foot so far up your ass you're

coughing up leather.

What are we going to do, Sarge?

In a word, we're fucked.

Oh, that's it?

That's your major plan? We're fucked?
That's it. Our chances of completing

mission are slim to none, but there's a
bunch of officers waiting out there for

somebody to do something.

And we can't cover it up, and we can't
sweep it under the rug.

Now, the way I see it, we can sit here
and wait for somebody to realize that we

are still alive and come and rescue us,
or we can try and pick up those men, and

if we're lucky, there'll be a radio at
the POW camp and we can call for help.

Sit down. Why are you so bent on doing
this shit?

We are marking time here. You got a
better idea?

Not without tits and ass.

Then that's the plan.

And if we move out right now, we can
make it before nightfall.

We take him with us?

Yep. Why?

We don't know what he's going to do
next. It's not his fault he is the way

is. He is an American. He is a Marine.

And he deserves every chance those POWs
do. Now, if we don't take care of each

other, who is?

Who's going to watch him first?

You are.

Cold, you take point. Hoover, you come
up the rear.

Brooks, you and Pippin stay near me.

Come on.

Oh, man.

Let's move out.

Crazy -ass white boy.

What now?

About a kick and a half away from the
POW camp.

Brooks, watch Pippins.

Cole, you come with me.

We're going to recon the POW camp.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Silent as a mouse. But once I want the
enemy not to know where we are.

Hey, Juicer.

Where's Barkley and Cole?

I don't know, man.

It doesn't matter.

If you don't care, no, I don't care.

Oh, you don't care?

You're so smart.

You know, cutting everybody off all the
time.

Seems like the way to be.

Oh, you want to be like me tonight,
because tonight your name is Dear John.

And Jody's got your girl in gum.

This fucking bitch.

I joined the Marine Corps for her ass,
man.

Look at this shit.

She called me a damn warmonger. They
gonna marry that Rudy Pooh coot

motherfucker.

Fuck her.

Fuck her!

Yeah, that's right. Fuck her.

Because she pissed in your motherfucking
face.

Like I've been saying all along,
nobody's got a pink flip on their pussy.

When you die, you're going to regret not
fucking her because she fucked you in

the worst way.

Your moment of truth where you needed
her most.

Yeah. And women love fucking men over. I
don't know what it is. Call it penis

envy.

That's why I don't give a fuck about
nobody or nothing but my goddamn self.

Because I know I would never, ever fuck
myself.

Over and out. End of story.

Man, that shit that you were saying,
deep, man.

It reminds me of that Marvin Gaye
record.

Heard it through the grapevine?

Heard it through, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

I bet you wondered how I knew about your
plan

to make me blue with some other guy you
knew before.

Between the two of us, guys, you know I
loved you more.

It took me by surprise, I must say, when
I found out.

Y 'all must have lost your mind.

Lucky you didn't get your dick shot in
the dirt making all this noise.

Puppeteens, don't mean it.

Good, because you're too stupid to have
a girlfriend.

Cole, go get Pippin ready to go.

or we have half a chance if we have any
chance at all.

So get ready to move out now and pull
yourself together.

Do you think we'll get out of here? Oh,
no, no. Don't you worry about it, Junior

Flip. I'm your surrogate mother. I'm
gonna get you through this shit.

You? Yeah, that's what I said, Nick.

Well, I don't believe it. Well, believe
it, Reverend.

Junior Flip's my boy, and I never let my
boys down.

Something's just gone.

Gone?

That's what he said, gone, and you let
him go. What are you two? Where'd you go

to boot camp? Girl Scouts?

We didn't let him do shit.

Yeah, you did.

I don't know why I left you to watch
him. You couldn't watch television if it

was on. A child and a junkie.

Hey, who the fuck you think you are,
huh?

Who the fuck are you to pass judgment on
us? Let it rest. He's gone. There's

nothing we can do about it. Oh, let it
rest my ass. I want to know who the fuck

you think you are.

Move out.

Fuck that.

Not to the rep and tell us the truth.

Huh? I get high.

Yes, I don't give a fuck who knows.

Huh? How about you telling the goddamn
truth?

What truth?

You know what truth, Reverend.

What makes you so goddamn better than
us?

What did he do? I told you. But tell me
again.

Why are you fucking with him? Because I
can't.

What is it, Sarge?

Say it.

My business is my business.

My .45 is gone. Pitch that fucking
weapon.

Ain't no telling what he's gonna do.
Well, let's move out. We don't need him

our backs along with Charlie.

You got a big mouth, and I want you to
shut it right now.

You better get on before you get spit
on.

Looks deserted.

Where are they?

I don't know.

We'll find out.

You feel anything?

No.

Welcome to purgatory.

Suicide slum.

We own it.

There's nobody here. Where'd they go?

Maybe they went to temple to pray.

I guess fuck where they went.

Look, this could be a trap.

If there's a trap, Why haven't they
sprung? Listen, forget about it. We're

Let's just find that radio call
battalion and get the hell out of here.

There's no officers here. How do we know
there's a radio here?

That's why we're here. To find out.
Let's go.

I'm Little Red Riding Hood.

I'm Little Red Riding Hood.

I serve in the force that must defend my
country and protect our way of life,

and I am more than prepared to give my
life in their defense.

It's going to be okay, man.

She had a little lamb, little lamb,
little lamb.

And she would never surrender of her own
free will.

If ever in command, she would never

surrender her lambs. While they had the
means, means

to...

Staff Sergeant Barkley, 96th Marine
Corps.

Advance Sergeant Barkley and be
recognized.

The water in the river is low.

I repeat, the water in the river is low.

It's always low in the summer.

It's always low in the summer.

Advance Sergeant Buckley.

It's going to be okay, Pip.

It's going to be fine.

It's going to be all right, man.

It's going to be okay.

All right?

That's right. What you think he was
going to do? Kiss him?

You want to play in the man's world?
Well, this is what it's all about.

Deception. You are a killer, an
assassin, an executioner. By any other

you're a Marine. And don't fool
yourself.

That's your job. You kill for a living.
And maybe it ain't supposed to be that

way. And maybe there ain't no Santa
Claus and no presents under the tree.

maybe we ain't even supposed to be here.

Okay.

The OD wasn't clear. The cathedral
wasn't safe. First platoon is dead.

POWs are gone. And we are decoyed.

This is real life, and I don't promise
you nothing. There ain't nothing you can

do about it.

The Lord don't give you what you want.
He gives you what you need, and the rest

is up to you.

Mike Victor, Mike Oscar.

Mike Victor.

Mike Oscar.

Mike Victor, Mike Oscar. Are you out
there?

Mike Oscar, this is Mike Victor. Go.

Mike Victor, Mike Oscar.

We're 10 -19, three clicks from zone C.

Near checkpoint Bravo.

Near checkpoint Bravo.

Our 4 -4 is... Mike Victor, Mike Oscar,
we're four.

What's wrong with the radio, Sarge?

I don't know.

It's wire.

Guess it's time to tell the tale, Reb.

We have set up a nice picnic for all you
fine mothers on this Mother's Day

because you all ain't got to worry about
nothing today. This is your day.

Not a thing. Nothing. That's right. This
is your day.

We got fried chicken.

That's right. That's right.

We got chitlins.

We got cornbread.

And we got a whole mess of collard
greens.

And it is good. I tell you, it is good.

And I know, you see, because I got a
chance to sample a case or two while my

wife, Brenda, was cooking it all this
week. Can I get an amen?

Amen! Amen!

Yes, amen!

I'm sorry to say that Brenda couldn't be
with us this morning. She's been taken

ill. She's going to spend the day in
bed. Just a summer cold. Nothing to

about. I'm going to check in on her this
afternoon during lunch.

And I will take with me all of your
blessings.

And I will see all... of you brothers
and sisters after lunch when your

are full.

All right now, enjoy.

acquitted, discharged, absolution, all
that shit.

You sky -free, brother.

Hell, you heard the man.

It was a crime of passion, heat of the
moment, and a whole lot of other legal

mumbo -jumbo.

You sky -free, baby.

Am I?

Yeah.

I'll double up on it.

I'll do it.

Anything.

Snake eyes, Deuce. See, ain't no winners
in this game we call life.

Yeah?

Well, how you figure, man? I figure like
this.

All my life, I spent reading the gospel,
scriptures,

dictum of the Lord. That's my whole
life.

Now, how am I going to preach?

I'm going to stand up in front of all
those folks and say what I have to say

when they know what I did. They ain't
going to listen to no killer.

Don't make no sense to them.

Yeah, well, you my road dog, baby.

So I's got to say what I got to say.

Now, I can't agree with Big Brother
doing to you.

He got his long arm up to the elbow in
your asshole.

Fist fucking you with this deal.

Vietnam.

It's a pimp game, baby.

Gone political.

And you ain't gonna survive that shit.

Hell, you do better running butt naked
across the White House lawn.

I got to do something.

Can't stay here.

If the Marines gonna give me a fresh
start, I'm gonna take it.

I don't know who I am or where I'm from
or what I've done, and that is all right

by me. Well, don't try to fool me, baby.

Because you and I know when the eagle
gets after a cat, he's fucked.

I got some news for you, baby.

I saw one of them Viet Cong dudes on TV.

And they're just as dark and poor as
most niggas I know.

Sir? I got to go, Deuce.

There's one more thing before you go.

What? They turned their back on one of
their own for freeing the slaves.

Just to make sure that don't happen to
you.

Let's go.

Fuck them and feed them beans, right,
Reverend?

I was acquitted. I'd say she got what
she asked for, just like Pip.

For calling a lollipop, I'd have shot
his limp dick ass.

Mike Victor, this is Mike Victor. Mike
Victor, Mike Victor. Do you copy? Over.

Mike Victor, Mike Oscar.

We removed your objective four hours
ago. Charlie's closing in on you. We've

ordered a strike on your position.

You've got 20 mics to get the checkpoint
out before... Mike Victor, we can't

make it in 20 minutes. This mission is a
wash.

Mike Oscar, Mike Oscar, you are
violating radio procedure.

I know the code, but... Checkpoint out
before now.

They got the POWs out four hours
together.

And they used us as a fucking decoy.

Well, like the man said, we got 20
minutes.

Checkpoint out before.

Go. Move it. Grab your gear and let's
get out of here.

Hey, Jack!

I thought we had 20 bikes!

The window!

Landing zone's a half mile out.

Yeah, what's between us and the landing
zone?

Give me your 45.

No way. Give me your goddamn 45.

Come on, Clay.

Hooper, man, get out of here. What are
you doing? Don't be no hero.

Like it or not, I'm saving you.

You can't wait any longer.

We're going no place without Hoover and
Bart. You understand me?

Here they come.

done nothing for nobody.

Why'd you come back?

Figured I needed you.

Since when do you need anybody?

I don't know.

Let me get that convertible.

Roll out to Junior Flip's grandparents'
house in Cleveland.

Figured you might want to come so you
can

Tell him.

Yeah.

Yeah, we can do that.

Don't punish me with brutality.

Talk to me.

Struggle between opposing forces.

This is the basis for existence in the
universe.

There's a negative and a positive, dark
and light, good and evil.

Neither can exist without the other,
whether it be the earth fighting against

the sun's grip, or a young man who once
would have been a king or a great mind

to find some philosophy, chomping with
every breath of the thick smoke of

disgust given off from the stacks of
hate batteries built by a twisted system

based on deceit.

Although conflict has to exist, when the
scales are thrown off balance, this

lets the force have stronger pull.

This is the state of the human race
today.

If we took a step back in the balance,
then how you can breathe and grow.

Little brother Tawan got shot, trying to
hold his spot. Wouldn't give up the

dough, so they put a hole in his ass the
size of a city block. That's the way my

city rocks, when every other brother got
a glock in his pocket in the top. Now,

honey, making money ain't funny round
the way. It wasn't no parade, it's

brother's play.

News band didn't come, it wasn't replay.

Nobody gives a damn about a brown face
with gray.

Ground face invasion, effing up the
nation. Let them whack away is what them

effing crackers say. But they don't come
around my way. Unless it be a DT

griefing, trying to catch a brother
sleeping. People catching hell each and

every day. Go up there in my own
backyard where I play. I lie, I cry,

die. I wonder why.

I couldn't be.

I'm in this motherfucking jungle.

Doing killing.

My enemy wants me dead, but I can't let
my enemy fade. And plus my parents want

their son strong, and even worse than
that, I think my parents want their son

home. So I ride, cause I can't die.

Promise mama I was faking it home, and I
can't lie.

So I'm looking up this motherfucking 6
-0, with this hundred round clip so I

get your motherfucking ass, Mr. Enemy.

Cause if I fucked up, it's just that you
keep killing me.

Now what the fucking...

And I got in.

But it's the motherfucking law. And only
my shit is what I cry for. Because the

United States, they gave me shit that I
should die for. I might as well take my

strap and aim that bitch at my own head.