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Hey, Martha? Hey, Martha, what time is it?

9:30.

Jesus, why didn't you wake me?

Because it's Saturday.

Harry? Want some breakfast?

What is it? Pancakes.

Later. I'm working.

Oh, Hal.

That little bastard been bugging you again?

Don't call him bastard.

Pardon me, Hal. I think I'll go down and get the paper.

Why don't you wait till after breakfast?

I want to look at the ads.

I don't want to spend another day driving around

looking at places we can't afford.

I can go by myself.

It'd be silly to leave here.

Do you think the roads are clear?

They'll be all right.

Sorry I got mad at you.

Harry!

Watch it, watch it, honey. What's this?

Mmm. That smells good.

Haven't had anything to eat all night.

Careful, honey, don't throw anything away. Just put them on the desk there.

Harry, you look terrible.

Your eyes are all red.

Ah, you take good care of your daddy, don't you, baby?

You just remember to eat those.

Come on, Mac, it ain't that cold!

Why, you're hungry, huh?

Look, what I got.

Look what I got here, boy, huh?

There you go, huh? There you go, Mac.

Hi. Is this where Bill Schmidt lives?

Yes. We're friends of his from the army.

Well, hey, is he around? Bill. We'd like to say hello to him.

Yeah, he went to get a newspaper. He'll be back in a second.

Why don't you come in? It's cold.

Yes. Thanks.

Hey, Sarge.

I'm Antonio Rodriguez.

The blonde guy, that's Mike Nickerson. Sergeant Nickerson.

Maybe you've heard Bill talk about us.

No, he never talks to me about the army.

You're his wife, huh?

Hey, Sarge, I'll introduce you. This is...

Oh, I'm sorry. Martha.

Hello.

Why don't you come in and sit down?

Sit down.

Bill won't be long.

Sit down.

That's a boy. Have got friends visiting you. Yes, you do.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Sergeant. Hi, Tony.

Hi.

Looks like you struck it rich.

How many acres you got?

170.

Wow, that's a lot, huh?

Well, it's Martha's father's. We're just staying here,

like care takers. Free rent.

Her old man pretty well off?

Well, he's a writer. Maybe you've heard of him. Harry Wayne.

He writes mostly westerns.

Oh, yeah, I've read his books. I bet I've read a dozen.

Josephson had a whole stack.

We hardly ever see him. More coffee?

He works at night most of the time. He sleeps all day.

We couldn't afford this place on what I'm making.

Harry Wayne? I thought he lived out west.

No.

What kind of job you got?

Oh, it's in a plant near here that makes helicopters.

Yeah, I know that's funny.

And they're the same choppers we used in Vietnam.

And I swore I'd never go near the army again,

have anything to do with it.

But that's where the work was, so that's what I'm doing.

Can't stop.

What's his name?

Hal.

Hal.

Real cute little baby.

Tired?

We've been driving all night.

Uh, you want a bed?

No.

I tell you if I could just lay down on that sofa over there for a while.

I'll get you a blanket.

Hey! Okay if I look around a little? I didn't know anybody had so much space.

Sure.

I'll go with you.

Hike, it feels good, huh?

Is that your place, too? Yeah.

Wow, terrific! It's her old man's.

Is that a lake out there?

It's a pond.

Pond, huh? Wow!

Whose dog is that?

That's the neighbors.

You got chickens, huh?

My uncle used to keep fighting roosters in Puerto Rico.

The little ones, bantams.

This one's too heavy to be a fighter.

But he is lover.

Shut up, Mac! Shut up!

Does he bite?

Harry Wayne wouldn't have a dog that didn't bite.

But he won't bother us. Come on, Mac, go home!

Who the hell is that with him?

Just a friend from the army. There's another one up here.

Come on! You can walk on it.

This ice is a foot thick.

I thought you drained the water and put a cover on them in the winter?

No, no, you leave the water in this one.

Then in the spring, it has to be drained, painted, filled up again.

Sounds like a lot of work.

No, there's a company, does it all.

Everything's taken care of, huh?

Yeah.

Too bad we couldn't visit you last summer.

We could have all sat around here sunbathing.

But we were busy, you know?

They threw the confessions out. Just like you read about in the papers.

Failed to inform the defendant of his rights.

They could have done that two years ago.

What about Reilly?

He's still in. He didn't confess, see?

Boy is he pissed off!

I mean, I'm glad to see you, but I want...

What?

I don't think you're so damn glad to see us.

What did you come here for?

I don't know. I'm not even sure whose idea it was.

The Sarge and I were both at Leavenworth.

They gave us all our back pay.

Can you believe that, for two whole years?

We decided, what the hell, why wait for transportation.

We both wanted to come back east,

so we got the car.

Jesus, what a bum!

We broke down in some dump outside Philadelphia last night

and we had to wait while a guy in an all night garage put a new head gasket in.

And I don't know, we started drinking and talking about you.

How did you know where I lived?

Sarge had your address.

From his lawyer, in case you had to testify in the appeal.

I told it all the first time.

Yeah.

I know.

Anyway, here we are.

But why?

I just wanted to tell you.

What?

That I forgive you.

Anyway, no hard feelings.

No.

Talking about it last night, we figured you must be worried,

thinking about what we might do, right?

So I wanted you to know that as far as I'm concerned,

bygones are bygones.

As far as you're concerned?

Yeah.

Quiet.

He gets a little fussy sometimes.

It's all right, I can't sleep anyway.

Never mind, I'll fold that.

What?

Nothing.

Do you want a newspaper to read?

No.

So you got a coke?

Sure.

Where are the guys?

I think they're still walking around.

Thank you.

Do you think...

Do you think I could use your...

Oh, yeah, sure, it's upstairs, turn to your left. You'll see it.

Thank you.

There. Come on.

There you go.

Oh, you scared me.

You were in Vietnam with Bill?

Yes, ma'am.

What's it like?

Do you ever watch television?

Sometimes.

Well, it's just like it is on television.

Did you like it?

Like it?

Nobody likes it.

I meant the countryside. Is it really so green?

That's the first thing I always notice.

I don't know. I guess it is. After a while, you just don't notice.

Didn't Bill ever tell you about it?

Never talks to me about Vietnam.

He was involved with some kind of trial there, court martial.

Yeah.

Do you and your friend want to stay for dinner?

This is really too big for us, I'll just put in more potatoes.

Maybe we can.

There they are now. My father's with them.

Why don't you go down and meet him? He'll like you.

He was a sergeant too in the second World War.

We never took any prisoners on Guadalcanal.

Hell, there wasn't time.

We were outnumbered for months. That's something you guys don't know about.

You even didn't dare go into the bushes to take a leak.

One of them will be waiting for you.

And we didn't have the weapons you guys got.

Hands, rifles, bayonets,

any way you got one of them was all right.

How's your beer holding up there, Bill?

Fine.

Maybe we need a little more wood, huh?

Even later, when we had ice cream and movies,

they used to come and sit in the back and watch, the bastards!

Had to admire them though. I don't think these Cong,

North Vietnamese, whatever the hell they are, have the guts the Japs did.

Whatever the hell they are, they keep on fighting.

Over there you don't know who your friend is or who isn't.

There are no sides but your own.

So in the end, it's easier to shoot everybody.

Bill doesn't believe in fighting.

Kid, you should have gotten yourself a job in a hospital,

patching up guys who had the guts to get themselves shot at.

I got shot at. By an old man, civilian.

He was scared to death.

You shoot back?

Sure, over his head.

You might have hurt him.

What's that?

God damn it, look at him!

Jesus Christ!

Goddamn.

Damn, look at that poor son-of-a-bitch.

Spread some newspapers by the fire.

Look at him. God damn.

Get some alcohol and some cotton.

There he is.

I told that son of a bitch to keep his dog off my property.

He can't keep his dog tied up all the time.

I couldn't find any alcohol.

Use whiskey for Christ's sake.

It's chewed almost all the way through!

A three-legged dog. What the hell am I going to do

with a three-legged dog?

I told him next time his dog came on my place, I'd kill the son-of-a-bitch!

Kill his dog, he means, probably.

Shut up!

You can't hit him with a pistol.

I can damn well try.

You need a rifle.

Yeah, I know.

I've got a shot gun, but at this range it would just tickle him.

We got a rifle in the car.

Six point five millimeter.

Yeah, it's Swedish.

It's not pretty, but it would do the job.

Great Dane again?

Yes.

What are they going to do?

He's your father.

Harry, you can't just shoot the man's dog.

The hell I can't.

Look, Mac's the one who picks the fights.

Yeah, he's tough.

Let's go.

You need something to rest it on.

Not at this range.

I don't even really need the scope.

Can't you stop them?

Legally, he's within his rights.

That dog came after you once, remember?

Why the hell didn't you shoot it then?

Perfect.

Tony don't miss!

Nice looking dog.

Do you want to bury him?

Bury him, shit! I'm going to dump him right at that son-of-a-bitch's front door.

And let him do something about it.

Those are the men, aren't they?

What men?

You have to tell me about it now.

We were just supposed to look for supplies.

But by the third day, we hadn't found anything

and Nickerson was beginning to get edgy.

So we get to this village, it was marked friendly on the map.

But Nickerson decided to get everybody out, and search the huts for arms.

So we lined them up while he and Tony looked the place over.

They thought we were gonna shoot them all.

And I think Nickerson almost did, he was so

angry about not finding anything.

Well, in the last hut, a girl was hiding.

Nickerson pretended... He thought she was a VC.

Then he told one of the old men in the village that

we were gonna take her along as a hostage.

What did she look like?

She was young, 15 or 16, pretty.

I guess that's why she was hiding.

That's what her mother said at the court martial.

A couple of miles up the road,

Nickerson took her into the tall grass.

The sound she made was...

Well, after a while it was like...

It was like Mac down there. It was just whining.

And then Reilly went next,

Josephson and Tony.

And then they were waiting for me to do it. Well, I couldn't move.

I mean, it didn't take any thought of bravery, I just couldn't walk.

Nickerson, he looked at me,

for a long time, you know the way he does, he just looks at you.

He had a rifle in his hand.

Then he handed the rifle to Josephson, jerked his thumb towards the grass and...

And you turned them in.

When we got back to camp.

Why didn't you tell me before? It was the bravest thing you could do.

No, it was too late.

I should have stopped them. What's the point of punishing them afterward?

People who are criminals have to be punished.

Look, the Vietcong do exactly the same thing. Everybody does everyday.

No. Every... Everywhere!

Why blame these guys?

They were my friends. They were my buddies.

Let's go home, boys.

One, left, left.

* I got a girl in New York City

* She's got...

Sound off! One, two.

Sound off. Three, four.

Take it on down.

One, two, three, four, one, two.

Sarge. Hey, Sarge!

Why'd they come here for?

Well, it wasn't just 'cause they love the scenery.

Tony said that he wanted to tell me that he didn't...

What?

He said he wanted to tell me there were no hard feelings on his side.

Shit!

Old Harry's radar was working. I knew the Jerries were in there.

I take a grenade, I pull the pin. Go up,

open the door. Oh, Officer. Boom!

Come on in.

Call the police. Well, what would I say?

That I'm afraid of these guys? Aren't you?

Maybe. Yeah. Yes!

Yes, you know something, I am. I thought about it every day since it happened.

But I can't do it to them again.

If they don't even know why they came here,

do you know that? That's what Tony said.

They're like stray dogs.

All right. Don't call the police!

When they're busting up one of your meetings, it's "pigs" isn't it?

But boy, when you need them, it's police...

Yes, that's funny Bill.

Yes. Wait a minute.

The football game is on. Harry wants to watch it on your set.

Oh, Christ! Well, I don't give a shit!

Sure, Harry. That's fine.

Hey, Mr. Wayne, I'm in the open. You can pass here.

Boy, this is the way it is done.

Hey, kid, you got the set warmed up yet?

I didn't know it was on yet.

Come on, come on. We're gonna miss the kickoff.

Hey, Bill!

See you in a little while.

Hey, Bill, how do you adjust this goddamn thing... Later.

The field's in good shape. There seems to be only

one soft spot near the 50 yard line.

Thanks, kid. Want a drink now?

Yeah.

Here it comes. Just in time.

It's a good high end, over end kick.

Jeez, ain't that beautiful?

He dropped it. Atta boy!

Come on, baby!

He's at the five.

Don't let him sit up for Pete's sake!

Ten, 15...

Come on. Tackle him. Get him!

Hey, hey kid, why don't you bring us some ice and glasses in here

so we don't have to keep running back and forth.

Come on! Get this ball back.

Look out! Look out!

The ball's hanging up there.

He's got it.

Damn! He's got it right out of his hands.

Go, go, go.

Twenty-five yards. Now let's go! There you go, kid.

They're gonna beat them, right?

Come on now, let's go. Come on!

Let's not have another funeral like last week.

You all right?

...doesn't throw the ball away again in this situation.

He goes to Raider. On the left side.

Football is a great game. Elemental. 'Cause it's a conflict.

That's what life is about. Isn't it?

If you make it.

No. Always life against death.

Like in Vietnam, we see just one corner of it above the surface.

You're mixing your metaphors, Harry.

Look at the football field. One team's got one color jersey

and the other team's got another color. That's easy to see.

But the world is set up the same way.

The communists on one side, and us on the other.

If you'd face that, look at Vietnam in that context,

you'd understand it.

Right now, Europe is stabilized.

Power is shifting in Asia.

Vietnam is the fulcrum.

That's what they tell us.

And you'd better believe it, soldier.

Raiders going to stay in...

Danny had a talk with his coach during the timeout.

So we'll see what he comes up with now.

The ball is spotted on the two and a...

How's your...

How's your beer holding out there, Hal?

You never did like it very much, did you? Did you?

A three-legged kid?

What the hell am I gonna do with a three-legged kid?

Come on! Referee's out of bounds.

Of course he was out of bounds! Let's see the playback!

Hey, Tony? Hmm?

Tony, come on.

I watch football, I notice one thing.

What's that?

They're aren't any Puerto Rican guys playing. Did you notice that?

Yeah, why is that? I don't know.

They've got plenty of Puerto Rican baseball players.

I don't know.

Yeah, stars.

But not football.

Puerto Ricans are too small to play football.

They don't eat the right foods. They eat too many chili peppers.

It's a racial difference.

He got back in, finds a lot of daylight.

There he is.

And there'll be no return on this one, then, as Peterson kicks it...

Racial difference. Isn't that illegal?

No. They can't play because they're too small,

not because they're Puerto Ricans.

Some people are just naturally smaller than others. Like Orientals.

I ain't no goddamn slopehead!

Cool it, Tony!

Just an example, Christ sake!

When I was in college, that's what it was all about. Football.

Everybody wanted to play football.

Even the guys you never saw, the guys that spend most of their time in the library.

Secretly they wanted to play football.

You know why? Why?

Football players got more pussy.

Not that anyone got a hell of a lot, but the football players got more.

Those days, a guy your size could play college football,

if he was tough.

Now, the kids give it away to each other.

They don't even have to ask for it nicely.

There's no challenge to it.

So who the hell wants to play football?

I asked some of Martha's friends once if they wanted to watch a game,

they looked at me as if I was some kind of freak.

Where the hell is Bill?

He went upstairs.

Jackson put down hard at the 36.

I think Danny entered that one a little bit...

I don't know.

Why shouldn't they act the way they do, if they can get away with it?

Nobody cares anymore.

She's a mighty cute looking girl.

Martha?

They aren't married, huh?

No.

Get him, you stupid son-of-a-bitch!

The baby's nice.

He smiles all the time.

Yeah.

Broke his arm.

No, he's all right.

Look at it, it's hanging there.

Yeah, the baby's all right.

I always wanted a grandson.

I don't even know what this kid is.

Is he my grandson?

Is that what I should say to people?

I don't know.

Colin gives to Murphy...

Touchdown.

I can't watch it anymore.

Peterson's ready to try for the extra point to make it 28...

You know, he looks a lot older. Bill.

His hair is getting a little gray.

Do you remember how he looked when he first got over there?

Like a little kid.

Ouch, God damn!

I hope dinner's ready pretty soon because I got to get to the city.

What's your hurry, Tony? Yeah, where you gonna go?

I got to go see about getting a job.

Tomorrow's Sunday. Who the hell's gonna give you a job on Sunday?

There's a guy I can talk to. Yeah.

He's really gonna be eager to give a job to a old war hero like you.

Hey, I wish you guys would stick around a couple of days.

Speaking purely selfish, you understand. It's great to have someone to talk to.

Well, thanks but...

Well, I bet you'd like to use that rifle again.

There's a moon tonight and there's a fellow I know in town, a cop, Fred Hawley.

He's gonna be coon hunting back in my woods.

I told him I might be out later. We could all go.

Hell, they've got two bedrooms upstairs they're not using. Right, Bill?

Yeah, they're empty.

Christ, what a weirdo!

See that.

I shot that bear and now, look at it.

Martha! What time is dinner?

As soon as we get the table set.

What's the matter? Nothing.

Nothing's ever the matter.

Tony?

Harry wants them to stay a couple of days.

Tell Harry to go to hell!

I don't think they'll stay anyway.

Look, Bill, this is our house and nobody...

The hell it is, it's Harry's.

Look, it's as much mine as it is Harry's,

and because it's mine, it's yours,

and if you don't want them to stay, why you just tell them to get out now!

Yeah.

He was in some kind of trouble in Vietnam. Do you know about it?

We were it.

Yeah? What happened?

I was leading a patrol.

We found a woman, a Vietcong.

We had to shoot her, couldn't take her on patrol with us,

and Bill turned us in.

He turned you in for that?

Well, we had a little fun with her first. I guess that's what made him mad.

He didn't even touch her.

I always thought he was half queer.

There's salad in the icebox.

I know.

I'm surprised you didn't slit his throat.

I thought about it.

I thought about it a lot when I was in the stockade.

But then, what's it gonna get me, huh?

Dinner's on the table.

Do you want to carve, Harry?

Sure. Sure.

Mike.

How do you like it, Mike?

Rare. Still moving, if you got it.

Tony, how about you?

A little rare.

He likes it burned.

We forgot the water.

Oh! Son of a bitch!

Will you let me look at it?

It isn't anything. I hardly felt it.

Come on, let me wash it. No!

Hold still! I think you need some stitches.

I can take care of it myself.

Harry, please don't drink anymore. I think you've had enough.

Harry!

That Mike's quite a guy, isn't he?

Did he tell you what Bill did to them?

What Bill did to them?

You all right, Harry?

It's just a scratch.

Hell. I remember one time

a Filipino captain

was trying to make one of them talk.

He took him out in a boat.

He cut off his hands.

One by one.

And he dropped them into the water.

Harry, be quiet.

And then, his arms.

And he watched

the sharks eat them.

Harry.

Martha, I asked these boys

to stay a couple of days.

Thanks, Mr. Wayne, but I really got to get back.

I think

there might be a book in them.

Yeah.

Harry, they don't want to stay.

Well,

we'll talk more about it tomorrow afternoon. I...

I have work to do in the morning.

Good night.

Well, where's my cap?

Thanks.

I think...

Thank you very much.

Harry, you forgot your glasses.

Do you think he'll make it? Yes, sure.

He might bleed to death. I'll check on him later.

He's a very interesting guy.

Do you think so?

Yeah. He's been through it.

My mother couldn't stand him.

Neither could either of his other two wives.

Well, hell, I wouldn't want to be married to him either.

I've got to get Hal's dinner. I forgot all about it.

We better be going.

No, let me make you some coffee before you go.

You ought to have coffee if you're going to drive. It'll just take a few minutes.

Please sit down.

Bet it's nice around here in the summer.

Yeah.

Great chow.

Martha's a great cook.

Damn it, Hal, you know you like creamed corn!

Come on, Hal!

Hey, Miss?

You're too pretty a woman to get angry. Why don't you wait until he's hungry?

A lot you know about it, don't you? He's got to eat his vegetables.

Yeah. So he can grow up big to be a football player.

Bed for you.

Hal's decided he wants to go to bed.

Say good night to everybody, Hal.

Good night, Hal.

Good night, baby.

Want to say good night to Hal?

Good night, Hal.

What kind of a job are you looking for?

Who the hell knows?

You used to be interested in cars, didn't you?

Yeah.

I think I'll get myself a job in a garage.

Just to get the experience.

The most important tool in any garage is the steam cleaner.

Now, I know this guy named Feldman.

He has a place, a garage, near the river.

A guy...

A guy comes in there with a knock in his car.

Now he doesn't know a thing about cars.

Feldman comes over and starts shaking his head.

"That transmission's about ready to fall out," he says, Bill.

"And it's a good thing you decided to bring it in now."

You see the transmission is something that everybody knows about.

You know what I mean?

Well, you tell a guy his valve lifters are shot.

Well, he gets worried. He's not even sure

his car's got valve lifters, but the transmission,

you gotta have that, right?

Well, anyway, the guy comes back the next day,

and Feldman shows him a shiny clean transmission.

Only it's not different. It's the same one.

The only difference is that, Feldman worked it over with the steam cleaner.

You know what I mean?

Gracias. Okay now, rebuilt transmission, right?

$180, maybe even more.

Hal, I simply can't stand another night of this. Now, what's the matter?

Come on.

Good night.

With all that back pay,

maybe Feldman would let me buy a piece of his place, huh?

Hell.

I don't even know if his garage is still there.

Tony does all the driving. Your father won't mind if I have a little, will he?

He'll think he drank the whole thing himself when he wakes up.

He's really a famous writer, huh?

He writes a lot of books, and a lot of people buy them.

It's like a compulsion with him.

When he gets going sometimes, he stays up the whole night writing.

They're pretty good books?

A long time ago, they used to be.

The first two or three he wrote were really good serious books.

But now he's full of anger and self disgust, and the books are empty.

They're good stories, full of dramatic events and flashy characters. Easy to read.

I enjoy reading them myself but, they're meaningless.

I liked what he said about there being a book in Tony and me.

Bill told me what you did.

Is it true?

Sure, whatever he said.

Martha?

What made you do it?

Everybody was doing it. Why pick on me?

Why pick on that girl? What had she done? She was a Vietcong.

Bill says she wasn't.

Well, how the hell could I tell? She was hiding from us. Wasn't she?

You proved she had a damn good reason to hide.

That's a lot of crap.

What do you think a Vietcong looks like?

They wear a uniform? They don't look different than anybody else over there.

Listen, your husband cost me two damn good years over there.

He didn't cost you a goddamn thing and you know it!

Only I forgot, he's not your husband, is he?

What kind of an arrangement is that anyway, huh?

And you're preaching morality to me? My living with Bill

has nothing to do with morality or immorality. You're sick!

Oh, I see. You can judge me, but I can't judge you, if you make all the rules.

You say what's right and what's wrong!

What hurts someone else is immoral. That's the only standard you can have.

Well, how about your father, huh?

You don't think it tears his guts out to see the way you're living?

That's his problem. I'm sorry he's upset but it's an emotional problem,

and it's a lot different from sticking someone with a bayonet.

A bayonet, is that what Bill told you?

Sorry, all you did was shoot her.

We couldn't take any prisoners on patrol. That was orders.

The final solution to the Vietnamese problem.

Nothing can justify what you did!

I don't have to justify it. The Army already has.

Hell, we were heroes to the boys in our outfit. And Bill?

He got shipped out of combat area pretty fast, didn't he?

If he wouldn't have, there wouldn't have been any case! Why?

Because you can get shot going either way.

Because he reported a crime.

No.

Look, you got to do things in war that you get locked up for in peacetime.

What do you think I am, some kind of hoodlum?

Look I was an honor student in high school. Rah.

And I was a damn good soldier, and that's more than he was.

I'm glad. Are you?

Oh, you got it safe here.

You don't know until you've been there.

Until you've been shot at.

What would you do, lie back and take it?

Until you've gone to a village,

handing out candy bars to the kids.

And then you seen your best buddy's legs blown off by a mine

because the people you gave the candy bars to

forgot to tell you Charlie was in town.

That happened?

It happened.

You're right, you know. I haven't been there and I can't imagine it.

Man...

I couldn't wait to get back to the folks.

The first thing you notice in the city are the people.

The way they walk around, especially if they're important.

The whole city's in a state of warfare.

Just like over there, guerrilla warfare.

Hey.

Did you ever march in one of those peace parades? Carry a sign?

Why?

I don't know.

You look like somebody who'd march in a peace parade and carry a sign.

I used to wonder over there.

What kind of people went to those things?

I always thought they were longhaired freaks with clothes like Indians.

Bill asked me to marry him once.

Before the baby was born.

He was...

He was gonna do me a big favor.

You're a real nut cutter, aren't you?

Dance?

My uncle's got a restaurant...

I'll do it tomorrow. Thanks.

...on 138th Street. I could work there for a while.

It's a big responsibility, having money to invest.

What's that?

Coon hunters.

Coon hunters, huh?

Yeah, do you know the time, Tony?

Hey, Sarge?

Let's get the hell out of here.

What's going on?

All right, that's enough.

I said, that's enough!

You better go now.

Come on!

You really want to go, huh?

Stop it! Stop it! Shut up!

Come on!

Come on.

What's the matter with you?

Stop it!

Look out, Billy!

Shoot him! You've got a gun, haven't you? Shoot him!

Kill him.

Hello?

No. No.

You'll be okay, Bill.

Please.

Lady, you're nuts.

You think you can change the rules in the middle.

Well?

Are you all right?