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Repeat, please, Eagle.

0-1-0, can you confirm deployment?

Roger that, Eagle. Stand by.

Copy that. We got target confirmed.

Eagle is green for go.

Copy that. Deployment in 15 seconds.

Bombardier, give me a confirm on target 3-0-9.

That's 3-0-9, confirm.

Copy, bombardier.

In three, two, one.

Falling.

My worst fear is falling.

Falling like a bomb.

You see, life for me is about distractions.

I try to keep looking up and forget about what's down.

But when I dream,

I fall.

Left, left...

- Oh, soldier. - Oh, soldier.

- Combat soldier. - Combat soldier.

Pick up your weapon and follow me.

Follow me to victory.

You can't do that, man.

- Well, it's a foul. - I didn't grab you.

Dude, you grabbed me then. You can't do that.

I didn't grab you.

Why are you lying? Yo, Elwood, man.

He grabbed me, right? You saw it?

I don't know, maybe.

- You can't grab like that. - Fuck you.

You want to try it again then?

- Fine by me. - Let's go, baby.

Video, throw me the god-damn ball.

Can I be quarterback?

All right, let's see what they've got.

Hey, can I play?

Parsons. Got something for me there?

- You put it in the battery, right? - Yeah, no problem.

I was champion wide receiver at high school.

You're so fucked up you...

Stop being such a pussy and let the brother play some ball.

These were my guys. Fighting the dull fight.

Soldiers with nothing to kill except time.

They know that war is hell.

But peace,

peace is fucking boring.

Give me back the motherfucking ball.

Guys?

- Guys! - What?

Just letting you know Parsons is dead.

Parsons McCovey was a casualty of war.

However, this was the Cold War and he was a fucked-up junkie.

There would be no hero's burial for Parsons.

I regret the death of your son immensely.

There was nobody in the battalion...

I would have trusted more with my life.

In him were resplendent the virtues of honour and loyalty...

to his country and God that are what keep our civilisation together.

He fell while trying to make technical repairs to the antennae...

that we use to guard against the enemy.

Technical repairs? Where did that come from?

I tried to think what McCovey might be doing up there, sir.

Okay, go on.

He died, though not in combat, still in the line of duty...

and he had his country uppermost in his mind.

My deepest regrets, Colonel Wallace Berman, US Army, Commanding.

You kept this one short.

I thought it better not to get lost in details.

I like the touch about me trusting him with my life.

- It's a new angle, sir. - Here's something, though.

The word 'resplendent'.

I don't think that's a good word to describe a soldier.

We better come up with something else.

What about 'contained'?

"In him were contained the virtues of honour and loyalty."

- That's much better. - Oh, much better, sir.

Scratch 'resplendent'. Don't let that word leave this base.

Yes, sir.

Okay, what is this? What have we here?

Just some requisitions, sir.

One thousand gallons of 'Mop and Glo'. My God!

- Do we really need that much? - Cleanliness is next to godliness.

Herman the German, how goes it?

How do you do, my friend? How are you?

Doing just fine.

- Shall we do some business today? - Sure thing. Guys.

I think you'll be pleased.

That's beautiful.

Look at the sparkle. That's real cleaning power.

- It's good shit, yes? - Very good shit, my friend.

US Army's finest. Five hundred gallons, ready to go.

Three things I love about Germany. My Mercedes-Benz.

No speed limit on the autobahn.

And a black market for anything I can get my hands on.

Hey, Elwood, what's up, man?

Outstanding, Hicks. How are you doing?

So...?

- You don't look so good, Hicks. - You got anything?

Depends on what you want?

Horse.

- Can't help you. - You know, fuck, Elwood.

I outrank you, man, so don't give me any crap!

I appreciate that, but I can't help you.

I don't do retail. I only cook the shit.

Why don't you go and see Sergeant Saad?

There's basically two types of guys in the Army.

The motherfuckers and the mother fucked.

Sergeant Saad is the third kind. He fucks the motherfuckers.

Which is doable when you're the chief MP by day...

and the director of retail heroin sales by night.

Something that makes my life simple.

I just cook high-grade Turkish morphine into smack...

and wholesale it straight to him.

Everyone's happy.

How much we get?

Well, after we give the Turk back his share,

we got nine grams.

Nine grams?

Six hours of cooking, and all we get is nine grams?

You wanna tell the Turk you're not happy with our cut, be my guest.

We're the ones doing all the work, taking all the risk down here...

and Saad's making all the profit.

I might just need you to do your job.

Can you watch those thermometers...

and keep your mouth eating those hot dogs?

Heroin, cocaine, marijuana...

lysergic acid diethyl...

Whatever the hell it is.

Amphetamines, traces of barbiturates...

Oestrogen. Oestrogen? McCovey was on the pill?

How could this be possible?

- He might have taken it by mistake. - What?

He might have thought it was something else.

But he didn't take heroin, speed and cocaine by mistake, did he?

It seems unlikely, sir.

This isn't good, Elwood. Drugs on a base like this.

Do you know anything about this?

- How could someone get drugs in? - I really don't know, sir.

I always try to keep away from people like Parsons McCovey.

Elwood, we've gotta try to clear this matter up, god-damn it.

I cannot... No...

I will not have this kind of thing going on at my base.

My officer evaluation report...

goes in front of General Lancaster in three weeks.

If I don't get that god-damn star, I'm finished.

Sir, you've got to relax.

Don't you tell me to relax! I'm a god-damn full bird Colonel.

You don't talk to me like that.

- You understand me, soldier? - Yes, sir.

Oh, Jesus, Elwood, I'm...

I didn't mean to take it out on you.

- Elwood, I'm, I'm sorry. - It's okay, sir.

I understand the kind of pressure you're under.

This isn't mine.

I don't know anything about it. And there's no smoking in here.

I need someone to sign here. It says Berman. Are you a Berman?

I'm Colonel Berman,

but I don't know anything about any chair.

- I'm telling you, it's not mine. - It is yours.

- Oh, Liz. Hello, darling. - Isn't it beautiful?

- It's for you. - It's for me?

I got it for under thirty. I don't think they knew what they had.

- Thirty thousand? - I couldn't believe it was so cheap.

Dollars or Deutschmarks?

- Do you like the new chair? - Can you sit on it, ma'am?

No, of course you can't sit on it. It's an antique.

It's very nice.

Darling, can I borrow Elwood for a few hours?

God.

Please. Almost, almost.

To build East-West trust and reduce the risk of war.

East and West have always feared that such an enormous...

exercise might be used as a cover for a build up for war.

You didn't make it yet?

Sorry. You angry?

No.

Ray, honey, I need you to do me a favour.

The Colonel's giving a party...

and I need you to find out about decorations.

- What's he want a party for? - He wants to impress the General.

His position's under review and I thought a party would help.

Will you?

Oh, you mean a party party. Like for everyone's fun.

Are procedures to ensure no cheating in the future.

And all sides agree this first onside verification...

is a step forward in building new trust and confidence.

Can you switch that off?

Just turn that engine off, come on over here.

- Is there a problem? - Where are you taking this Hummer?

We have orders from Colonel Berman.

- Okay, who are you? - Specialist Ray Elwood.

What's this?

We have orders to pick up party decorations in Mannheim.

- Party decorations? - Colonel's having a party.

Sounds like a pretty dangerous mission.

No disrespect intended, but may I ask who you are?

Yeah, you can ask.

I'm your new Top. First Sergeant Robert E Lee.

Pleased to meet you.

- Welcome to the 317th. - Thanks, Specialist.

- I didn't know you were coming. - Why would you?

I'm battalion clerk. I usually do paperwork on all the transfers.

Okay, thanks. I'm sorry to keep you.

No problem.

Hold for a second there. You got the time, son?

Oh, yeah, it's almost ten.

That's a nice watch. Show me that.

- Where did you get that? - My father gave it to me.

Your father gave it to you? He must be quite a guy.

- What's he do? - He's a barber.

Barber?

Gee, he must cut a lot of hair.

Yeah, I...

Okay, you better be going then.

Don't want to be late picking up them party decorations.

Let's go.

Bravo 2-0, Bravo 2-0, come in.

Bravo 2-0, Bravo 2-0, come in.

Shit! Turn down the fucking music, man.

What's going on, Hicks?

Bravo 2-0 here...

Commence tactical manoeuvre area 2-9-Alpha-Romeo.

Take position on phaseline Foxtrot-Delta-4-7.

Fuck.

What the hell's 2-9-Alpha-Romeo?

I got a very weird vibe from that guy. I personally didn't like him.

He's our new Top. What do you expect?

What was that shit about the Rolex, man?

He could know about the operation.

Don't get fucking paranoid, García.

- Just be cool. - I'm cool.

- Fuck, man, I can be cool. - That's why I'm telling you.

Figured out where we're going yet?

No. We're going the wrong way. Shit.

Hey, Johnnie, make a left.

I told you to make a left across that field.

I did, man, I went left.

- What was that bump? - Oh, shit.

We just ran over a car, man. We just squashed a car!

- What kind of car? - A Volkswagen. A fucking Beetle.

Oh, no, we squashed a Beetle.

Look out, man. Stop!

Stop!

What's going on?

What do you think you're doing?

Stop!

- These dudes are freaking me out. - I don't like them either.

Hey, Johnnie, why don't you just get us away from these fuckers?

What the fuck is he doing?

Holy shit! What the fuck was that?

What's wrong with these monitors? They've gone all orange.

Johnnie, I told you to get us out of here?

That's our fucking unit.

Is that you back there, Bravo 2-0?

Did you complete your 2-9-Alpha-Romeo?

We completed that.

Okay. Good work, get in formation.

Oh, shit!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

These guys are dead.

- García, get in that truck. - What?

- What's in the trucks? - I don't know. So let's find out.

- Hey, no way, man. - Just get in the fucking truck.

All right.

- Jackpot. - Oh, shit. Holy shit.

Grenade launchers.

MAG guns. Stinger missiles.

Jesus Christ, this is worth millions. Three million, maybe.

- Maybe 5 million dollars. - It's all brand new.

This stuff gets us nothing but heavy jail time.

We're not taking this back.

- We can retire on this. - I agree a hundred per cent.

This is way out of our league. They kill you for stuff like this.

This is very serious shit.

- There's no time like now. - Are you crazy?

- We're not weapons dealers. - Will you kindly shut up.

You're so negative all the time. I'm trying to think.

We're smart, right?

- Yeah. - Now, we could do this.

- We could do this. - Oh, man.

What do we do with this shit?

Well, first, we need to store it. And I know the perfect place.

- This place gives me the creeps. - Yeah, it's supposed to.

- Hey, Frank, what's up? - What's going on, man?

Nothing much. I've got some stuff I need to store.

Sure thing, man.

- Are we gonna party afterwards? - Does the Pope shit in the woods?

We can do a lot of things with the cash we make of this.

You know what I'm saying?

I was thinking about opening up a bar.

A nice, classy place.

Me and you could be partners.

- What do you think? - Sure. Why not.

- This one ready to go? - Yeah, almost, almost.

Easy.

- You be all right? - Yeah.

You ain't out in 30, I'm coming in.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

- How are you, my friend? - How are you? I'm well.

You want something eat?

No, I'm fine, thanks. I'd better get up...

A lot of guns.

- Where did you get all this stuff? - Santa Claus.

Santa Claus, that's funny.

So, he came down the chimney and put it under the tree?

Yeah.

So...

how about this?

I give you twenty kilos on top of my next shipment...

and you cook that along with my share of the shipment...

and you make a lot of money.

20 kilos?

No, I want cash.

25.

I know somebody else who's very interested in this merchandise.

Okay. Maybe they'll pay you cash.

35.

29.

I hate to break that thirty mark. It's a religious thing with me.

I'm afraid you'll have to, 30 kilos is my final offer.

- He's sending us 30 Ks. One week. - 30 Ks?

- Holy shit. That's... - A lot.

How do we cook that much? It'll take us, like, a year.

It's gonna be cool.

This is really impressive.

Hey, guys, careful with my shit.

You're pretty well-equipped for a Spec Four.

- I got receipts for everything. - I'm sure you do.

Hey, Top? Look at this.

Check and see if there's anything inside.

Nothing.

I bet this don't come cheap.

This ain't exactly regulation stuff here, is it, soldier?

Well, I don't really know.

No, I guess not.

Look, I'm gonna come round here.

I want this place looking like a regular quarters. You follow?

I know it ain't exactly regulation, but the last Top didn't mind.

Well, him and me are a bit different.

Look, Top, is there a way you and I could talk in private?

These guys kinda make me nervous.

Does it really have to play this way?

How do you suggest we play it?

Well, what is it you want?

I mean, you and me, I think we got a lot in common.

So must they fall throughout all of Eastern Europe.

I see you're an admirer of Japanese technology.

No problem. TV is yours.

What I'm trying to say is...

what's it gonna take for you and me to make nice?

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

There's your answer.

Elwood.

Hey. This will take a second.

- I'll meet you down there. - All right.

Where are you off to in such a hurry?

Oh, nowhere, really. Just had a couple of things to do.

You're always out with your buddies. I never see you any more.

I've been really busy.

- Busy? - Yeah.

- The guest list. - Guest list?

- Party? Are you still helping me? - Yeah, sure. Definitely.

We just found out the Colonel's related to 'The Iron Boar'.

- The Iron what? - 'The Iron Boar'. As in male pig.

I had a lawyer trace his family tree...

and he's a distant relative of a Civil War hero John Bell Hood.

They called him 'The Iron Boar'.

He's gonna announce it to General Lancaster at the party.

It'll help his promotion.

Sergeant Lee's daughter.

You're kidding?

See something you like, Elwood?

Nice dive.

Thanks.

The new Top. What do you think he's up to?

- He's just a washed up vet. - Right now, he's on your case.

Yeah, well.

- Hey, check out this girl. - Why?

- That's Top's daughter. - No shit.

You know what I'm thinking?

You could be thinking almost anything.

- Maybe I should ask her out. - You're fucking crazy.

Imagine how much that'll fuck with his head.

It's perfect.

Have you got a problem with your car?

Yeah, it won't start.

Want me to take a look?

- You're Robyn Lee, right? - Yeah, how do you know that?

I'm Battalion Clerk. I kind of know everything.

- Must be handy. - Hey, you're a good diver.

I saw you diving off the high platform.

- I don't know how you do that. - Are you scared of heights?

- You wouldn't get me up there. - You should try it. It's fun.

Fun? Why is it fun?

Falling through air. It's kind of cool.

You're kidding me? You like falling?

Sure. Why not?

I think I've found the culprit. You wanna give that a try?

- What a guy. - That's me.

Actually, I'm Ray Elwood. But everyone calls me Elwood.

- Thanks for fixing my car, Elwood. - Yeah, no problem.

You wanna go out Friday night?

It's a vineyard I visited last summer.

Just a small one in the Napa Valley. Pinot grapes.

It's for sale.

- Are you thinking of buying it, sir? - I wish.

No. But I have a pretty decent collection back home.

I've always wondered what it would be like to make my own wine.

I could just about afford it.

Of course, it's unrealistic.

Have you heard anything about those two trucks gone missing?

What trucks, sir?

During Reforger two trucks went missing.

The drivers were killed in an accident with a tank...

at some gas station near Karlsruhe.

They found their bodies, but they can't find the trucks.

How odd.

- You want to hear the best part? - What's that, sir?

It was Colonel Marshall's infantry, so he's taking the heat.

Great news, sir.

Could I tell you a little secret?

Of course, sir.

Have you heard of the Civil War General John Bell Hood?

'The Iron Boar'?

- You know of him? - Everybody knows 'The Iron Boar'.

I didn't know he was so well-known. I am an actual relative.

A relative of 'The Iron Boar'? Awesome.

I want you to keep it under your hat.

I'm gonna surprise the General at the party.

Excuse me.

Private First Class Brian Knoll reporting for duty, sir.

I'm not an officer, so cut the 'sir' crap.

- Sorry. - What do you want?

I just arrived this morning. The orderly sent me down here.

- Oh, great. Is that your 201 file? - Yes, sir. Yes.

You can sit down if you want.

So, how come they assigned you here?

I put in for it.

My fiancee is here on base, so we arranged to transfer together.

How sweet. Who's she?

Margolis, Carol Ann, Private First Class.

You call her by her last name? What do you do, salute in bed?

It says here they put you in room 519.

Yeah.

That's my room.

Didn't Sergeant Lee tell you? We're gonna be room-mates.

So, while Carol Ann's been here for six months.

I'm stuck in San Antonio just pulling whatever strings I could,

kissing the Base Commander's ass like you would not believe.

I mean, so, check this out...

Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up. I guess I don't really give a shit.

You're here because Sergeant dickhead Lee is on my case.

Until I get that shit straightened out,

I don't want to hear about your girlfriend or anything at all.

You roger that?

Hiya, Top. How's it going?

- Daddy, this is Ray Elwood. - We already met.

I'm going out. I won't be home too late.

How the hell can you afford this car?

Oh, I got a great deal. Mercs are a lot cheaper in Germany.

I don't believe it.

- What? - Your dad. He's following us.

I don't believe it.

Good to see you.

Looking good.

I'm sorry. You can't come in with those shoes on.

What's going on with you and my dad?

- What do you mean? - There's something going on.

I'm the enemy to guys like your dad,

because I don't give a shit about the Army.

If you don't give a shit, why did you join?

I didn't exactly have much of a say in the matter.

I got caught stealing a car and the judge gave me a choice.

Six months in prison or three years in the Army.

I get it. My dad usually has a problem with guys like you.

So you're out with me to piss him off?

- No, I... - That's it, isn't it?

Yeah, I'm fucked up. I'm really sorry...

- That's definitely fucked up. - I'll take you home now.

I didn't mean to get you in the middle of this.

You're seriously out with me just to piss off my dad?

- Yeah, that's right. - Are you crazy?

He's the First Sergeant of your Company.

He's not somebody you wanna piss off.

You realise he's gonna cut your balls off?

Yeah, probably.

So, what if I stay?

There's a chance you're gonna lose your balls.

- Do you think I'm worth it? - Yeah, sure, why not?

Fine.

Do you want one of these?

- What is that? - Ecstasy.

I've got something I wanna show you.

- What is it? - A burn.

How did it happen?

When I was a kid, my dad was drunk...

and he dropped a cigarette on my nightgown and it caught fire.

It was an accident.

It's really ugly, isn't it?

Get up, get up, get up!

At the armoury. Full gear. 5 minutes!

- 5 minutes? - Count them.

- What the hell are we doing? - Target practice.

Elwood, hand me your rifle.

- I want you to pack the M-60. - I'm not qualified to operate it.

You're gonna learn in the heat of battle.

Hand it to him.

The 60's a heavy mother.

So am I.

What's the matter, Elwood? Your fitness lacking?

You want to do the confidence course a few times...

to get you back into shape?

No, thanks, Top. I'll be fine.

I direct your attention to that spot over there...

that has been marked with an 'X'.

We have here a prototype of a new Russian tank.

We are here to test the vulnerability of said tank...

to sustained fire from an infantry platoon.

Squad,

lock and load one magazine. Take up a good firing position.

You will fire on my command.

Sustain fire until the order to cease fire has been given.

Ready.

Fire!

- So, you did Top's daughter? - I may have a problem.

- No shit. - I like her.

I really like her, you know?

I mean, she's different, man.

I just fucking dig her.

- That's a problem. - Yeah.

Elwood.

- Heard you lost your ride there. - I was getting bored with that car.

You better take note there.

It ain't too healthy hanging around this guy.

Look at the shit he's making you eat.

You want some meat loaf?

That's a fucking insult to me. I don't eat meat.

Human beings don't have the proper teeth and can't digest that shit.

It stays in your guts for three weeks and it rots.

That's your problem. You ain't got no discipline.

Are you trying to make some point here?

The cabinet was empty, man.

- What do you mean "it was empty"? - It means nothing was in it.

I paid my hard earned for thin fucking air.

- You looked inside the battery? - Like always.

Except this time nothing was in it.

You trying to pick a fight with me, Elwood?

- Is that what you really wanna do? - I sent Parsons there to stash it.

Stupid fucking junkie probably did something with it.

Parsons ain't around no more.

Hey, relax, it's already sorted. I got a new batch ready for you.

Maintenance area at the swimming pool.

I put it there myself. This time it's definitely there.

It fucking better be. You understand me?

Do you understand me?

This meat loaf looks great.

In the article there was a photo...

of the Confederate General John Bell Hood...

affection...

affectionately known as 'The Iron Boar'.

Known as 'The Iron Boar'. 'The Iron Boar'.

- Who are you talking to? - No-one.

How are things going downstairs?

- Guests will be arriving soon. - I'm coming.

I was reading a copy of 'The Modern Soldier'...

and there was an article on the guerilla fighters in the Civil War.

There was a photo...

of the Confederate General John Bell Hood,

affect... affectionately known as 'The Iron Boar'.

- The Iron what? - Boar. B-O-A-R. As in male pig.

It was Liz who actually noticed it,

but the resemblance to myself was absolutely uncanny.

We commissioned a lawyer to begin tracking down,

court records, passenger ship lists...

And it was finally confirmed just last week...

via what has become known as the Lynchburg Convergence,

where a certain Trevor Berman and a Hood girl known as Ethyl,

wed and had two boys in the town of Lynchburg, Virginia.

One of those boys, Gary Berman, is my great-great uncle.

- A descendant of the Wild Boar? - Sir, that's 'The Iron Boar'.

I guess I'm surrounded by people with famous relatives.

- Isn't that so, Marshall? - I try not to play it up, but...

when I found out I was related to former Army Chief of Staff,

General George C Marshall...

I guess it gave me a strong sense of my heritage.

I've always been proud of my family,

but knowing that I was from fighting stock...

affected me quite profoundly.

I seem to recall this General Hood.

He was involved in some disastrous battle...

and lost a leg, didn't he?

- I wouldn't say it was disastrous. - He lost an arm as well, didn't he?

No. He didn't lose an arm.

He lost the use of it. He kept the actual arm.

- Drink, General? - Thank you.

Mrs Colonel?

You know what?

I don't go much for this lineage shit.

I'm not related to anyone famous.

And this family line bullshit makes me feel insecure.

If you come from dirt you fight better,

because you don't want to go back to the dirt.

The best fighters in the world are people with nothing to lose.

- Get me another one of these. - Right away, sir.

- How's it going? - Oh, the usual.

Berman and Marshall trying to suck the General's dick.

- What's he doing here? - I don't know.

It's supposed to be a party for officers only.

Damn.

The General's sure happy to see his ass.

How's it going?

What you doing walking around here, White boy?

I'm just trying to get back to my room.

- I don't want any trouble or... - No trouble?

Okay.

Hey, you're with Elwood now. You Elwood's homey?

Yeah, he's my room-mate.

Oh, you're roomies? That's real nice, man.

Scotch on the rocks and a Coca-Cola, please?

Didn't expect to see you here.

Yeah, well, here I am.

There you go.

Jesus Christ, look how they got you dressed up.

Ain't you sick of being fucked by a White man?

You and me can step outside right now.

- You think you can take me? - Customers.

Yeah, maybe. Straight up, hand to hand, you got a shot.

Maybe.

But maybe I wear a blade.

Maybe I got a 45 cocked and locked to shove up your ass.

You ain't considered that, have you?

Hey, you want to know something?

You ain't like Elwood here, you got guts.

Guys like you get all the medals.

Hey, Bob?

There's someone I want you to meet.

Excuse me.

- He murdered your car? - Yeah. Shot to pieces.

The entire used it for target practice. Even me.

Why would he do that? That's pretty extreme, even for him.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Is there something going on I don't know about?

What do you mean?

Are you into some kind of shit on the side?

I've lived on base my whole life. I know what goes on.

I also know my dad doesn't take a disliking to just anyone.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

You're into something. Aren't you?

A fiasco.

- A debacle even, wouldn't you say? - It was your idea.

I'd never heard of the fucking 'Iron Boar'.

Do something.

Marshall's gonna take that promotion.

Take the initiative, for God's sake. You're a soldier, go on the attack.

- I've got an idea. - What?

Leave it to me.

- Tell me. - I've got it under control.

You have a serious problem.

My dad's a pretty heavy guy. He'll really fuck you up.

What do you mean?

I mean, fuck you right up.

He's done three tours of Vietnam. He's killed a lot of people.

Are you saying he's gonna kill me?

I don't know, but he's not a guy to mess with.

Why are you telling me all this?

I guess I don't want him to fuck you up.

That's probably the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

I love this guy, don't you?

General? There's something I'd like to talk to you about.

Yes?

What do you think about the idea of a training exercise?

What do you have in mind?

Well, with all this activity in the East, we should stay on our toes.

Maybe I could put a company of my men up against Marshall's.

See how they go.

Do you really think you're up for this sort of thing, Wallis?

It could be a straight defensive/offensive exercise.

Maybe the nuclear facility? I could put my men on a full alert.

See how they would hold up against an attack.

You want to defend the nuke base against Marshall's infantry?

Yes, sir.

- Can I see you in the kitchen? - Just a moment.

- Marshall, what do you think? - Sounds good to me.

Excellent.

I think I know what your problem is.

What's that?

- You're bored. - I think you're right.

- Do you ever have falling dreams? - Sure. I think so.

I have the same dream all the time...

where it's really high and I'm kind of floating.

And then I fall.

- Is that the same as yours? - Kind of.

- Why, what happens in yours? - I wake up before I hit the ground.

I always hit. I don't wake up.

- That's not normal. - I know.

I got a bad feeling.

About what?

Some strange shit's been going down.

Saad's up to something, and it's nothing good.

I keep thinking about that stash that disappeared.

Parsons was stupid, but he wasn't crazy.

He wouldn't try to rip us off.

I'm going out to the storage room later, check out that cabinet.

Maybe he put the stash in there wrong and Saad couldn't find it.

Okay.

Do you want to kill Ray Elwood?

Jesus Christ, Robyn, what are you talking about?

- Do you? - What's he been saying?

Nothing.

I don't think you should be listening to Ray fucking Elwood.

But you've killed people before, in war and stuff, right?

And now you want to kill Ray Elwood.

It's no different, is it?

I really don't think you know what you're talking about.

Holy shit, what happened to you?

Who the fuck did that to you?

Those fuckers. They're just stupid, stupid...

Take it easy. Let me look at you.

Oh, fuck. Come on, calm down.

Just let me clean it up, all right? I've got some stuff here.

Take this. Put it under your tongue.

- What is that? - It'll calm you down.

Man, I told you.

You can't walk around this end of the base alone at night.

It just ain't safe.

You want a beer?

- I'll get you a beer, yeah? - Okay.

Thanks.

You know, a lot of guys take a beating around here.

Just don't let it happen twice.

My dad, he still keeps in touch with his Army buddies.

The guys he knew from World War Two.

They get together every year for a barbecue.

Friends for life, man.

Yeah.

I've been an asshole to you. Man, this place is fucked up.

It fucks with your head...

and sometimes you don't know who to trust, you know?

Yeah.

Well, I think tonight ended up okay, don't you think?

A stunning success. You should be very happy.

Liz... why don't you put that down for a while?

Honey, it's been a while.

- Who do you think you are? - What do you mean?

When was the last time you even held a rifle?

Do you even know which end the fucking bullets come out?

Why was it a good idea to challenge Marshall to a training exercise...

when you're Supply and he's Infantry?

You told me I should go on the attack.

I said attack. I didn't say fall on your own sword.

Well, I had to do something.

I'll tell you what: I think I've got Marshall's number.

I know how he thinks, his battle strategies.

I've been supplying him in Reforger, for God's sake.

I can show him up.

All I've got to do is defend the nuke base for forty-eight hours.

The deal's off.

I don't understand. What do you mean "it's off"?

There's just some bad shit happening right now,

and I can't do it. I'm sorry.

The guns are already sold.

If you don't deliver, there's a big problem for me.

- They killed one of my guys. - What did you expect?

Did you think this would be like a game?

- A bit of fun? - I don't know.

Yeah.

Sit down, please.

- Please sit down! - We got nothing left to talk about.

They kill your friend, huh?

Some fucking Russians killed my son, you son of a bitch!

They shoot him in the head.

I don't give a fuck about your friend!

The deal is still on.

Or I'll fucking kill you.

I'll come and find you and I'll fucking kill you.

Okay, 'man'?

- How did it go? - Great. Just great.

How are we supposed to get the guns out of the nuke base...

if the training exercise is happening?

If Berman's exercise lasts all weekend,

we'll never get the guns out of there.

The only way is if the exercise finishes early.

Yeah, man. If we're not dead by 17:00, we're fucking dead.

Relax, I'll take care of it.

- How? - I said I'll fucking take care of it.

Shit.

This place is closed for business, baby.

Get out. Let's go.

No, not you, Elwood.

You have no authority here.

You can't just walk in here and close this bar down.

- You have no right. - You're a real bad motherfucker.

- Take him to the shed. - Hey, get the fuck off me!

Hey, get the fuck off, you bastards!

- What do you want? - A little investment advice.

On what?

On how much you'll make on that shipment you've got coming in.

It'll tide me over.

Do you know what security on that will be?

I guess you're here to give me a price quote.

The thing I love about you...

is that it don't take you long to figure out the play.

Get the fuck out!

Get the fuck out. You stupid fuck!

- Fuck! Get out, fuck! - All right, calm down.

Fuck! Fuck!

Motherfucker.

Fuck him! Fuck him!

Stupid motherfucker.

Fucking Knoll, don't you learn?

You want to talk business, right?

So, let's talk business.

Okay, okay.

Let's talk business.

You want a cut?

A cut? What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm your brand new fucking partner.

I think you might have saved my life back there.

Thanks, I owe you one.

- They hurt you again? - No, I just kind of got a sore elbow.

- Listen, I need a favour. - Yeah, anything.

The thing about cooking smack...

is to not get fucked up by the fumes, you got to have a full stomach.

Otherwise, you'll be stoned as any junkie.

We're cooking ten times more than we've ever done before.

So to stay awake,

we'll have to eat a burger every 15 minutes for six hours.

That's 24 burgers. That's a lot of burgers.

They don't teach you about this stuff in basic.

So look, I need you to do the shopping for me.

Go into the commissary here and get food.

Burgers, hot dogs, anything with meat.

Yeah, okay, no problem.

Catch my drift here, right?

Saad doesn't eat meat.

He's decided to hold back.

He won't come until tonight.

There's no way he's gonna mount an attack in the day.

- I think you may be right, sir. - I know I'm right, Elwood.

He wants to wait till we're worn down,

used up all our supplies, had a few false alerts.

- Two trucks coming, sir. - Breakfast!

We got fresh coffee, doughnuts, hash browns, eggs, flapjacks.

- García, let's get in there. - Yes, sir.

- These two trucks, let them through. - Yes, sir.

Stop.

Why did they go over there?

Go, go, go!

Move! Move!

Drop your weapons!

Bang.

You're dead.

Okay, sir?

Elwood, did I ever tell you I met President Kennedy?

No.

He delivered the graduation address at the Academy.

You can't tell it from his pictures, but up close, in person,

he just had this charisma.

I shook the President's hand.

I felt his strength and I thought...

I can do anything I set my mind to.

Do you know what General Lancaster called me?

Incompetent.

Will he include that in your efficiency report, sir?

Oh, yeah. Yes, I'm sure he will.

The General has relieved me of my command.

Marshall said his Executive Officer could take over.

I'm really sorry, sir.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm gonna take my pension and buy that vineyard.

I think that's what I'm going to do.

That doesn't sound like such a bad idea, does it?

Make sure and give The Turk all my love.

- Hey, you feel bad about Berman? - Oh, fuck, no.

You don't feel bad about tipping off Marshall?

I thought you liked Berman?

Yeah, way I see it, did him a fucking favour.

Berman's too nice of a guy for the Army.

I did it to save my own ass, but he's going to make his wine...

and we're stuck here.

Couldn't find the base?

- You boys are looking kind of tense. - Oh, we're having a ball.

Let's get this stuff inside.

So, how long does it take to cook this stuff?

Most of the night.

What the fuck is he doing here?

He's with me. Got a problem with that?

Do me a favour and put that out. Now.

This is highly flammable shit.

Now, listen up. We cook six hours...

we have to keep it to 85 degrees centigrade.

What happens if it goes below?

The reaction stops, we've got to cook longer.

If it goes above 90, the morphine's destroyed.

- And if it boils, well... - Well what?

Cooking smack is like preparing Thanksgiving dinner...

when one of the ingredients is a hand grenade.

This shit explodes?

You better know what you're doing.

I hope the ventilators can handle it.

This is way more than we've ever done before.

If we change the filter element every hour, it should be okay.

- You on it, García? - I'm on it.

Saad, do you want a hot dog?

No, I don't want no hot dog. You ain't got no vegetarian shit?

Well, hot dogs are made up of lips, udders and assholes.

- I'm surprised you don't want one. - I'll fuck you up!

Guys, just fucking cut the sarcasm.

Can we just eat our hot dogs and chill out?

Not you, of course, Saad.

Okay, six hours.

Mark it now.

Knoll.

I'm gonna get some rest, I'll be back at 4:00. You're in charge.

- Where are you going? - Relax.

Just kick back, watch some TV. Educate yourself.

You own this base, right?

It is clear that this will be one of Berlin's most traumatic days.

- Robyn? - Come on up.

I don't think so.

Just get up here.

Come on up. Come on.

Just a bit further.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, this is not fun. - What's the matter, are you scared?

- Of course I'm not scared. - I won't push you.

- Yeah, well, I'd appreciate that. - Come on.

Come out to the edge. Take another step.

Take another two steps.

Just a little bit further. Come on.

Sit down.

What would it take to make you jump?

A parachute.

Oh, fuck! That's really high.

Maybe you get used to it after a while.

I think the point is not to get used to it.

What are you doing?

Why are you putting your arms up?

Robyn?

Fuck it!

Robyn?

Hi.

Why do you motherfuckers eat so damn much?

Because we're growing lads. We need to keep our strength up.

I don't feel too good. Let me get one of those burgers.

No fucking way. This shit's like poison for your body.

Wouldn't want you blocking up your arteries.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Knoll? Shit, what time is it?

It's midnight.

What's going on? Where are you going?

- I gotta go. - Can I come?

No.

They're in there.

Oh, fuck!

Leave him alone!

Stop it!

Sir, could I ask you to please take her out of here?

"Sir"? What do you mean "sir"?

Let me go!

Your Second Lieutenant Brian Knoll.

Just got out of the Inspector General's Office.

PFC Knoll, our officer in the hole.

Don't kick!

The first wave of East Germans crossed into Berlin...

- Where is the Berlin Wall, anyway? - In Berlin, you dumb fuck.

Yeah, I know it's in Berlin. What country is it in?

Germany, man. Fucking Germany. West Germany.

West Germany?

Are we in West Germany or East Germany?

- We're in East. - We're in West Germany, you idiot.

- Well, what's the difference? - Fucked if I know, man.

Get your fucking hands up!

Put it down, motherfuck!

I'm warning you. Drop that weapon.

- You put your shit down. - Put it down!

- This is my motherfucking house. - Drop the fucking weapon!

- Oh, fuck that. - Don't make another move!

No, you put your shit down. Fuck you!

Come on, come on!

It's over. It's all over.

- What are you doing with Robyn? - Don't you worry about her.

She's got nothing to do with you any more.

- Let me go! - Kimborough, you read me?

Captain Kimborough, come in.

We got some resistance, but nothing we can't handle.

So, you been putting it to my daughter,

and you think that's making war?

War, you dumb fuck, is playing for keeps.

Somebody as stupid as you, deserves to go down.

Take out your muscle and you turn to shit.

- No back-up. Too easy. - What?

Who do you think took out Stoney? You are fucking stupid.

He's gonna kill him.

Can you wait one second?

My dad is going to kill him.

- He's gonna do something bad. - That's ridiculous.

What's he supposed to be doing?

- He's taking him to the stockade. - The stockade's the other way.

Please go and see where he's taking him.

You wanna hear the secret of Vietnam?

The secret of Vietnam is simple. I loved it.

God-damn turkey shoot.

Whole damn thing was nothing but fun.

I'm just being honest. I fucking well loved it.

Everyone else would have too, if we'd have won.

And I did all sorts of shit.

Everything you've been doing here and more.

Lots more.

Let go, let go!

Hold it, Sergeant. Get away from the window.

What are you doing here?

Get away from the window or I will shoot you, Sergeant.

You're gonna shoot me?

You got the balls to do something like that?

The boiling point.

When there is peace, the war-like man attacks himself.

That's Nietzsche.

And his point is that there really is no peace.

There's always some war, somewhere, with someone...

and there are no winners or losers, either.

Just those that are still around to fight another day.

A Purple Heart and...

- No, what is it? - Defence Superior Service medal.

Gas explosion. Well, that's what I read.

- They think it was a gas explosion? - Yes, sir. That's what they think.

And this Robert Lee, the Sergeant who got the posthumous Silver Star,

you knew him well, did you?

Yes, sir. His daughter's my sweetheart.

Is that right? I didn't know that. How's she doing?

She's doing okay.

She's at college studying political science.

She's got her semester break next month...

she's gonna fly over here.

Well, I'll look forward to meeting her.

Are you sure you're okay standing?

If the leg starts getting weary, just cop a squat any time.

Oh, I'll be fine. Thanks, sir.

- Okay. - It really is healing quite nicely.

I think the tropical air is doing it some good.

So, you like it here in Hawaii?

- Yeah, I'm settling in. - Well, that's good.

- What have we got here? - Just some requisitions, sir.

Thousand gallons of 'Mop and Glo'?

Really need that much?

Well, cleanliness is next to godliness.

Well, that's what I always say, sir.