Original subtitles

(film tape reeling)

(dog barking)

("We're Gonna Have to Slap the Dirty Little Jap")

(by Carson Robison)

♪ We're gonna have to slap the dirty little Jap ♪

♪ And Uncle Sam's the guy who can do it ♪

♪ We'll skin that streak of yellow ♪

♪ from the sneaky little fellow ♪

♪ And he'll think a cyclone struck him when we're through it ♪

♪ We'll take that double-crosser to the old wood shed ♪

♪ We'll start right on his bottom and we'll go to his head ♪

♪ When we get done with him, he'll wish that he was dead ♪

♪ We've gotta slap the dirty little Jap ♪

♪ Uncle Sam's the man, who's givin' a helping hand ♪

♪ To many a foreign land, don't forget it ♪

♪ But when somebody goes, a-stompin' on his toes ♪

♪ They better guard their nose or they'll regret it ♪

♪ We're gonna have to slap the dirty little Jap ♪

♪ And Uncle Sam's the guy who can do it ♪

♪ The Japs and all their hooey ♪

♪ Will be changed into chop suey ♪

♪ And the Rising Sun will set when we get through it ♪

- Mark Henson? - Reporting as ordered!

- I'm Sergeant Neil Anderson.

You will address me only as you're spoken to,

do you understand that Private?

- Yes, Sergeant!

- Is that all you brought? - Yes, Sergeant!

- Do you know why you're here? - No, Sergeant.

- Do you consider yourself a good upstanding man.

- Absolutely, Sergeant!

- Well we'll see about that, follow me.

♪ The dirty little Jap ♪

♪ And Uncle Sam's the guy who can do it ♪

♪ I wouldn't fool ya mister, he can raise an awful blister ♪

♪ And somebody's pants will burn before we're through it ♪

♪ We'll reach across the ocean ♪ (prisoner groans)

- Do you see this piece of shit, Hansen?

Do you know who he is?

♪ We'll blister his axis and do it with a snap ♪

- He is the enemy?

- You're goddamn right, he's the enemy.

This here is America's greatest threat.

♪ Uncle Sam is mild, as peaceful as a child ♪

Take it! - What?

- I said take the goddamn gun, soldier.

What are you waiting for, a written invitation?

You show me what you do to the enemy.

♪ We gotta have slap the dirty little Jap ♪

- I, I can't! - You can't what?

- I can't shoot another man, it's murder!

- You fucking sissy, give me piece.

♪ We can show you several pupils who've been through it ♪

(pistol cocks)

♪ Uncle Sam believes in the golden rule ♪

(pistol clicks)

That's enough you butter head,

get back in your hole.

You know, if this was a real world, Hansen, you'd be dead.

And you know what?

You deserve to be dead.

- I don't understand what's going on.

- You volunteered to fight for your country, did you not?

So, why aren't you fighting?

(birds chirping)

- I, I don't...

- Why are you standing here right now chattering your teeth,

and pissing your pants like some terrified nelly?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, well, I'll tell you why.

Because you're a goddamn

no good sissified pussy pube mama's boy,

who can't drop a five-foot unarmed slant-eyed

on his own soil.

Do you know why they sent you here?

- No, Sergeant!

- You're here to become a man.

(mystical orchestral music) (housefly buzzing)

- Hi, my name is Hansen.

(housefly buzzing)

Any chance we can get the music shut off?

- Ain't no shutting it off, they play it all day!

- When do we sleep? - We don't!

- Barnes, Hilton, grab some mops,

and move your narrow asses to (indistinct)

some cracker Jap got sick, he shit himself a soup special.

New guy, you come with me.

(upbeat drum rolls) (dramatic music)

You have anything to drink yet today, Private?

- No, Sergeant, I haven't.

- Well, help yourself.

- What?

- Drink some water, it's clean.

We'll make a man out of you yet.

(water sploshing)

Charlie! (Hansen gasping)

- Jesus Christ!

(Hansen coughs)

(indistinct chattering)

(Hansen coughing)

- Make sure this white dog don't get it.

(Hansen gasping)

- You got your work cut out for you with the baby kid.

- Yeah, the pacifier is still stuck firmly in his ass,

but I'll break him.

- I dismissed Hayes and Matthews this morning.

- Do you think they're ready?

- I do.

Word came down that your new boy

is the last to be sent down. - Is that so?

- You know, chitter chatter spread pretty quickly

after Richards was sent home.

Roosevelt heard some rumors, says we've gotten out of hand

and wants to pull the plug.

- Yeah?

Well, not till I'm done with mine.

- Yeah, that's what I figured.

(upbeat Japanese music)

- White dog!

White dog!

- Get the hell out of here, get some sleep.

Don't look so pathetic soldier,

this is only day one,

the human body could go weeks without food.

See you bright and early.

(mystical dramatic music)

- You're lucky, I was in the water for 3 days.

I can see it in your eyes. - See what?

- You almost look like you're ready.

- Ready for what?

- (laughs) Nothing.

Most men are here at least a week before they're ready.

You got head problems or something?

- Is he in here? - Who, Anderson?

No, he should be back soon though.

- Is there anybody else I need to worry about?

- No, man.

Him and Gunn are the only ones, they run this place.

- Why are all those Japs here, are they really prisoners?

- Well, they bring them in from the internment camp

down the road, they do whatever they're told.

They want to stay alive.

Then they just send them back.

- What am I doing here?

- Look, you're a nice guy, right?

A good man?

- Why does everyone keep asking me that?

- I am too, that's why you're here.

You want to fight, don't you?

- Yes, I do.

- Well then it's necessary.

- How long do we have to be here?

- Well, I've been here about 3 weeks so far.

Brian's been here about four,

and Hilton, the hell I don't know, whatever they decide.

In four days we're all supposed to board the submarine

for our first mission,

but that only leaves you less than a week

for a full treatment, which I think-

- All right, that's enough of this social talk.

New guy on your britches and follow me.

(dramatic music)

I really don't find pleasure in this,

but it's a cruel world out there,

and this is for the sake of our country,

and to a lesser extent, your dignity.

Make him bleed.

(whip cracking) (Hansen screaming)

(whip cracking continues)

(mystical dramatic music) - Dog.

White dog!

White dog!

White dog!

White dog!

- Hey, hey!

Hey, don't think you can escape that easy,

the night is still young.

- What are you gonna do to him?

- This is our last one, right?

The last chance to try the box?

- What are you doing to me? - Shut up, boy.

- You think that's a good idea?

- Oh, I know it is.

I'll break this nelly yet, you'll see.

Give me the bag.

- You still got my bag? - Shut up.

- Goddamn bleeding hearts don't have the gumption

for this kind of productive training anymore.

I swear to God, we're going to lose this war.

Whole country is gonna pussify themselves.

(paper raffles)

Turn up the music.

He'll turn it up so they can all hear,

give them something to remember this place by.

- No, no, no. (sobbing)

Make sure that she suffers. - No, please! (sobs)

(mystical dramatic music)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(door creaks)

(wind whooshes)

(engine cover clunking)

- Speed it up ladies, we live in 10.

And where the hell is Hansen and Barnes?

- They're still in their bunk, I guess.

- Ramsey, go get them. - Yes, sir!

(metal staircase clinks)

- I just got confirmation that Charlie,

and the rest of our prisoners are back at Gillhorn,

locked up where they should be.

- Well good.

- You know, it's still not too late to leave Hansen here.

- And why would I do that?

- He hasn't spoken a word since we let them out of the box.

He hasn't seen food, water, sunlight, for 4 days,

no one knows what to do with him.

- No, one's lasted more than a day in the box

without giving up or going crazy.

If he's managed to survive without breaking down,

then he's ready.

(foreboding dramatic music)

(staircase clinks)

- Hey, we're about ready to leave,

they're waiting for you in the engine room.

Hansen!

Have you seen Barnes?

Jesus Christ!

What did you do?

(Ramsey screaming)

- Sterling, go see what the hell is going on over there?

- Yes, sir.

(staircase clinking)

Ramsey and Barnes are dead, he stabbed...

(Sterling groans) (knife squishing)

(guns click)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(footsteps pattering)

- [Hansen] Fuck!

(Hansen breathing heavily)

(metal clinks)

(foreboding dramatic music intensifies)

(knife squishing) (soldier groans)

(knife squishing continues) (mystical dramatic music)

Well, I'll be goddamned soldier, not bad!

But save that for the enemy, drop the knife.

Put it down.

(knife clinks)

Turn around and put your hands on top of your head.

(foot thumping) (gunfire cracks)

(breathing heavily)

(Hansen giggles)

(knife squishes) (Anderson agonizingly groans)

(gasping)

- I won't say anything, Hansen, I promise!

We haven't launched yet, we can both walk out of here.

Hansen, please!

(wind whooshing)

(soldier hails in Japanese) (Nash gasping)

(bullets whizzing)

(soldiers chuckling) (soldiers speaking Japanese)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(Nash sobbing)

(foreboding dramatic music continues)

(gun cocks)

(gunfire cracks) (Japanese soldiers laughing)

(soldier speaks in foreign language)

(gun cocks)

(gunfire cracks) (Japanese soldiers laughing)

(gunfire cracks) (Japanese soldiers laughing)

(Nash gasping)

(gunfire cracks) (soldiers laugh mockingly)

- Fuck you, you goddamn Japs! (laughs)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(crickets creaking)

(footsteps pattering) (twigs crackling)

(owl hooting)

(muffled pattering)

(soldier gasping)

(feet thumping)

(gasping continues)

(wind whooshes) (sporadic owl hooting)

(muffled pattering)

(fence clinks)

(rifle clunking)

(birds chirping) (footsteps pattering)

(door creaks)

- Lieutenant, at ease.

- We have a witness that saw the prisoner on foot,

3 miles out of Scotts Valley.

- And where's he headed?

- We believe he's headed to San Benito.

It's pure speculation on our part,

but there's no where else for him to go,

unless he's running scared.

- San Benito isn't verified.

It's a makeshift enemy camp, a rumor.

- It exists.

And it's being run by General Kishimoto.

- General Kishimoto, who is that, or is he a real general?

- Self-proclaimed. - How do you verify?

- We have enough information from reliable sources

to safely assume the four missing soldiers

are being held captive there, including Harold Nash.

General, if we don't act on this now,

and that Jap on the loose makes it to that compound

and gets any information to General Kishimoto

about camp Gillhorn.

It's all of our...

Well, let's just say that can't happen,

for a myriad of reasons, the least of which is Senator Nash.

- I want you to round up some of your MPs,

I want a seven-man squad tracking this man immediately.

Do we have any men near San Benito

or anywhere en route that we can cut him off?

- The closest men we have are from where he escaped,

which is to say, Charlie has about a 5-mile headstart

from camp Gillhorn, San Benito is 50 miles away,

on foot it will take him a few days.

Now there are no clear roads in the area,

so I'm bringing additional resources to help me look.

- Just do what you have to do, now.

- Yes, General!

- And Lieutenant. - General.

- I want Hansen in on this. - If this thing goes sideways,

and President Roosevelt or the press get wind of this?

- And we're all a lot safer with Hansen on our side.

- Very well, General.

- And I want you to bring a prisoner from Camp Gillhorn.

- Won't that slow us down?

- I want someone with them that speaks Japanese.

And they can be used as a bargaining chip

or a hostage of things get hairy.

- Excellent, thank you, General.

(shells exploding)

- [Man On TV] Those shells are landing in Germany,

and so are these GIs. (erratic gunfire crackling)

(indistinct) taken from Belgium in 1940,

and considered by Hitler as German territory,

falls to the Allies.

(dramatic music)

Yes, by the signs, Adolf thought he had this one hooked,

but it got away.

General Eisenhower told the occupied zones,

"We come as conquerors, but not as oppressors."

Prisoners who will have time to think over

the Hitler (indistinct)

(dramatic music)

- You're a difficult man to find, Private.

(dramatic music plays on TV)

I know you're currently AWOL,

and I'm in no mood for small talk, so just listen.

We have a six-member squad,

ready to deploy on an urgent mercenary mission.

We'd like you to join.

Excuse me, we insist that you join,

these are on direct orders from General Miller himself,

and are non-negotiable.

Now I understand you're under great distress,

because of current events,

but the alternative to this is not preferable.

The only other squad we have available

is vastly inexperienced,

and given the sensitive timeline we have no other option,

but to request your help.

Now, neither myself and most of the army

will miss Sergeant Gunn or Sergeant Anderson,

but the senseless killing of four fellow soldiers

is unacceptable, you can plead insanity all you like,

but you're looking at multiple first-degree murder charges.

Or when this mission is over,

you can have a normal life again.

Henson, General Miller will give you a full pardon,

he does not want word of this shadow camp

reaching the ears of the president,

so you can rest assured he will keep his word as will I.

(gimmicky cartoony music on TV)

(explosion on TV)

- [Man On TV] You're loosing faith please-

- Now you're gonna finish your cartoon,

but I want you outside in 10 minutes, I have a car waiting,

we can either take you to the mission briefing,

or we can take you to a private cell off the coast,

where you'll spend the rest of your life rotting in a cage.

We'll inform your family that you were killed in action,

a missile strike,

"No evidence, no remains, I am so sorry!"

Those are the terms, I will be waiting for you outside.

(character babbling on TV)

- [Man on TV] (indistinct) device.

And here, our Zero fighter,

demonstrating new tricycle landing gear.

(gimmicky cartoony music)

Approaching into our scene, our honorable Skinamaroo,

our busiest aircraft carrier.

Whoa, this little vessel, our navy mine sweeper.

(birds chirping) (mystical dramatic music)

(urine splattering)

- Milton, for Christ sakes,

will you put that fucking thing down?

I'm having a hard enough time over here

with all you fruits eyeing my junk.

- And where the hell is Falcon?

- He said he'd be back in a few minutes.

- So, what's with the wait?

- Why don't I wait so long?

Got me some Japs to kill.

- Patience, my man, just wait until you see

what Falcon's up to.

- Why, what's going on?

- (laughs) You'll see!

Jesus, the shit sticks to you like cream

with this fucking heat.

Anyone got an extra sock they haven't jerked off in?

- Use your water. - Grab some brush.

- Goddammit it, I'm serious.

Will someone tell this fucking geek to put the rifle down?

- Take it easy Davies.

- Listen, if I get popped out here,

it better be by some buck-toothed yellow bastard,

not some careless milk baby who's still wet behind the ears.

- I'm sorry, all right? - Yeah, fuck your sorry.

- Hey, don't apologize, Davies just constipated.

- Yeah, fucking laugh it up ladies,

and kiss my white rosy ass.

(upbeat drumming)

(rifles clunking)

- Boys, men, and children of all ages,

I would like to introduce you to two fine young specimens,

Ms. Hunter Flower and Daisy Train,

two fine young tramps with no agenda,

other than to please a young man who's ever in need

at your beck and call. (yelps)

Now back up, back up, can you take a number please?

- Now that was worth the goddamn wait,

where'd you find these two?

- Pulled them out of camp after the Lieutenant left,

I took a hide down in the bushes, if you know what I mean?

- Hey, I call dibs on the skinny bitch.

- Now, gentlemen, will you show some respect

and form a single-file line?

We do not call Miss Daisy the train for nothing.

- Hey, let the kid have first crack at them titties,

he never had a salami wet before.

- Yes I have. - Ah, bullshit!

- Hey, I ain't taken no fucking sloppy seconds.

Come on, sweetheart.

- I already had both of these bitches five minutes ago,

so you can kiss your fantasies goodbye, soldier.

- What the fuck do you want?

- You wanna tell me what this is all about?

- I think we should untie him. - Who?

- Victor, are you high James?

- I think it'll help us, you know?

- No, I don't know, tell me!

- A positive reinforcement,

or a reward of some kind may help them loosen up,

he's been pretty tight-lipped so far.

- Look, doc, you keep doing what you're doing,

but this treacherous Jap over here,

he doesn't get any sympathy, no reward,

and he definitely ain't getting no free yellow pussy.

I don't care if he is tight-lipped,

he ain't getting no tight lips, if you know what I'm saying?

- Yes, sir. - Good, back in line.

(drums rolling)

You better get back.

- Davies! - The fuck man?

- What in the hell is his problem?

He a queer or something? - Yeah, he must be!

Hey, asshole, you going to get in on this action?

What the fuck?

Well, we got some prime cut, grade A trim over here, man,

and you're just gonna sit there polishing your knife?

- I don't think they speak English.

- You're 18? - It's all good.

It's the language of love, everybody knows that.

- I like your hair.

- Something going on you don't wanna tell us about?

- Lay off of him, Davies, what the hell do you care?

- Well, maybe he's a fruiter.

- I don't think so, man.

- I don't like this kind of behavior,

he thinks he's too good,

like his farts don't stink or something?

- Whatever Davies, you're the one acting the fag right now.

Focus on the pussy over there.

- Right, good idea amigo!

("Oh! What a Surprise for the Du-ce!" by Elsie Carlisle)

♪ Poor Mussolini has got just a teeny suspicion ♪

♪ That he's made a mistake ♪

♪ Saying the Mediterranean was on Italian land ♪

♪ Now must be recognized ♪

- That was probably the best you've ever had, huh?

(Davies laughs) I thought so.

(gulps water)

- Y'all about ready to move on?

The Jap's already gotta made the headstart on us.

- Nice! - Just getting started!

Ease the fuck down.

♪ Oh, what a surprise for the Du-ce, the Duce ♪

- Hey, if you want to dive in, you know, it's not too late.

You know, be my guest.

What's your name, I don't think he ever told us?

Maybe somebody told me I forgot,

all those drugs I take, you know.

For Christ's sake, man, you gotta tell us your name.

- Hansen. - All right!

You any good with that knife?

You ever killed anybody with it?

- I've cut some things.

- Where's your rifle

- They never gave me one.

- Well, what makes you so fucking special

you didn't get a rifle to serve your country with it?

- It wasn't part of the plan. - You lost it, didn't you?

Shit, I wouldn't tell anybody if I lost mine either,

I don't blame you.

- What are we doing here?

- Something about fascism or some shit.

I don't know, I never went to college.

- You know, Davies said something about his friend.

- Oh, you mean Nash?

Shit, you really are in the dark, aren't you?

Where the hell did you come from?

- I hate to break up this little love connection,

but we really gotta get going, time waits for no soldier.

- What's the hurry, I'm talking to this guy.

- Talk to him on foot, Davies is ready.

- [Davies] Let's go, maggots!

(drum rolls)

- How much longer Davies?

- Will you shut the fuck up, Milton?

Still got miles ahead of us,

so y'all better just suck it up ladies!

- Where are we going?

- They really didn't tell you?

- They just told me to take out some Japanese camp

once you guys caught up with me.

- Good, that's the same thing they told all of us.

- What's the deal with Victor and James,

they're always talking.

- James got some psychiatric degree of some shit,

he's brainwashing him

so we have the upper hand when we get to base.

- What do you mean upper hand?

- Will you fucking pussy pubes pipe down back there?

Focus on your objective.

- Just friendly chatter, Davies!

- Sounds like goddamn womanly chat, if you asked me.

Shut the fuck up! (rifle clinks)

- Shit! - Goddamn it!

Someone grab that Nip!

Jesus Christ, someone grab that Nip!

- Grab that Nip! (crunching)

(gunfire cracks)

(Victor gasping)

- You shitless sissies!

You're gonna let two worthless whores

take out this whole fucking squad?

- Goddamn it!

Keep your fucking guard up.

- Don't you dare make a fucking move, sweetheart.

- What the hell are you gonna do with her?

- Falcon, you found these bitches, you get rid of them.

- And why in the hell is that my responsibility?

- Because I said so!

- Lieutenant ain't here, you ain't got the authority.

- Well, I just elected myself,

and if you got a problem with that, the road is behind me.

Any of you babies gonna speak up?

It's what I thought!

Rogers, you and the mute,

take the whores off track and put them down.

- You're kidding, right?

- Does it look like I'm fucking kidding?

(water sploshing)

(footsteps pattering)

- What are we doing with these girls?

- You heard Davies.

- We could just leave them and say we did.

- They're the enemy, we're not letting them go.

- They didn't look like the enemy a couple hours ago.

- Jesus man!

- You kill her then. - It's all on me, huh?

- I didn't touch them.

- Well, I think it's time you got your feet wet, soldier.

Here, man, I'll even let you to use my rifle.

(muffled footsteps pattering)

- We just leave them and let them find their way back home.

(woman sobbing)

- She'll die, anyways,

having to lug that dead meat up the mountain.

Now, if you wanna be choirboy

the least you can do is put her out from misery,

and do the right thing.

Here, man, do it!

(woman whimpering)

(blood gushes) (pebbles clattering)

- Jesus Christ, Milton, you throw like a fucking baby!

The helmet is right fucking there, can you reach it?

(helmet clinks)

What took you guys so fucking long?

Take them out to dinner and a Broadway Show?

- We did what you said, Davies.

- Finally, some competent men around here.

Let's go, man.

I said let's fucking go!

James, grab your buddy!

- You guys really did it?

You just fucking killed her?

- She's dead, Milton.

- Goddamn, I thought for sure you guys would pussy out.

(Nash groans weakly) (gasps)

(soldier speaking Japanese)

(gasping) (choking)

(coughing)

(Japanese soldier laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(gulping water) (chocking)

(Nash coughs)

- Don't you dare, you're not my friend.

You're not a dog either. (water sploshes)

(soldier laughs)

- It's a shame we had to dump those betties,

I'm in the mood for some dessert, especially Daisy,

yeah, I was giving it to her good,

and she liked it, I could tell.

I gotta admit,

I do have a thing for some rice kitties,

they can really pan fry noodle, if you know what I mean.

(smacks lips) (laughs)

- [Falcon] Are we gonna have to listen to this crap

all the way back to camp?

You make me regret we ever picked those broads up.

- Relax Falcon,

that was the best thing you've ever done for us,

you should be proud of yourself.

I actually have some respect for you now,

kinda like the red-headed stepchild I never had.

You girls are awfully quiet back there, what are you up to?

- You're doing enough talking for everyone boss,

no need to talk back here.

- Yeah, well you almost keep your fingers

where I can see them, I run a straight unit here.

- So, how'd it go down?

Who pulled the trigger, we didn't hear nothing.

- Nobody pulled any trigger. - How'd you kill them then?

- What do you know about Hansen?

- Who?

- Hansen. - Is that his name?

I don't know.

Hard to think anything about him.

You know, do nothing and think about.

- I think we should keep an eye on him.

- Are you two pussies engaging in mindless chit-chat again?

- Yeah, Milton and I are talking,

and if you don't like it, then don't fucking listen.

- Am I hallucinating or did some sassy ass idle threat

just come outta that asshole mouth of yours, Rogers?

- I said I'll talk to Milton,

if I goddamn feel like it, sir.

- You must have the balls the size of Montana

to talk to this squad's leader like that,

who the hell do you think you are?

- You're no leader, you're not a fucking thing.

- Someone has to lead this squad to victory,

and none of you limp-dicked maggots were offered the job.

- You mean, lead us into deep pockets?

- Fucking crossing the line, Rogers,

don't you dare integrity to this country.

- I'm not scared of you, Davies,

if you had any nuts yourself,

you would've accompanied Hansen and I earlier,

where were you? - Where was I?

I was here with the squad,

giving orders like a leader should.

- Suit yourself! - And who the fuck is Hansen?

This guy?

Hey, you wet blanket,

you're taking sides with this turd over here?

Answer me! - Get off of him, Davies,

I'm warning you. - Oh, you're warning me?

What's he gonna do?

What's this nancy fuck scum bag gonna do?

(smacks)

- Come on, Davies, knock it off!

- [Kelly] Goddamn Davies, knock it off-

- Shut your fucking mouth, Kelly,

I'm teaching him a fucking lesson.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey! - Why are you (indistinct) up?

- Huh, get the fuck back!

Huh, you side with that fucking wet blanket?

You boys were gone a long time!

Well, were you guys fruiting off back there, huh?

What the fuck, huh?

Hey, I was just blowing off some steam, okay?

What the fuck, man?

- He will kill you, Davies, do not with him.

- Man, who the fuck is this guy?

- Don't piss him off.

- All right, I'm fucking sorry, man!

Fuck man, I'm sorry, all right?

- Don't call him a wet blanket either.

- All right, alrighty, you're not a wet blanket,

your name is fucking Hansen, and I'm fucking sorry.

All right?

I'm sorry Hansen, I can't breathe, man.

You're cutting into my neck.

What's this guy's fucking problem?

- Put the knife down, Hansen. (Davies gasping)

We want him on our side, Davies,

you just shut your mouth from now on.

Let's go, man.

(man coughs) (houseflies buzzing)

- What's his deal?

- He hasn't gotten any food in about 3 days or so.

He's eating the dirt again.

- They should've killed him. - No shit.

- Hey, do you know who I am? - No, man!

- What the hell do you mean?

- My father is Senator Nash-

- Don't tell me another fucking thing, man,

don't you dare say another word about you, okay?

Now, I don't wanna know anything about you,

do you understand me?

- Who cares, man?

We're all fucked anyway!

- Listen, man, you see these savages

how they get their kicks,

and their torture methods and shit?

The less I know about you the better,

if they put me on that rack, man,

I'm gonna sing like Frank Sinatra.

The less I know about you, the better off you are.

(man screaming in horror) - The fucking rats in here!

Shut him up, shut him up! (muffled screams)

(riffle cocks)

(gunfire cracks)

- Jesus!

Jesus!

(Victor gulping water)

- Thank you!

- All I ever see you do is feed this guy water,

what are you doing? - I'm working on it.

I know he doesn't speak English well, but he understands it.

- I'm starting to have my doubts.

- Well, he's starting to come around.

The more we deprive him the less effective this will be.

- Well, listen, he doesn't get any more privileges.

- He hasn't slept in 2 days.

- Now, fuck it, do whatever you think is right.

- I will.

How's your neck?

- I think you should focus on that freak, Hansen,

when this is all over.

- I'll talk to him later. - All right.

Well I'm gonna get us back on track, we leave in 20.

(foreboding dramatic music) (footsteps pattering)

(baggage clattering)

- You know this area, you're familiar?

Hey, which way is best?

This one? (mosquito buzzing)

Well, it's gonna take us an extra half day,

Why can't we go this way?

- Can't go that way,

traps (indistinct) - Traps?

(mosquito buzzing)

(smacking)

(head smacking)

- Why are you giving this slant all our food?

- We can't deprive him,

the more we give him, the more he gives us.

- It makes me sick to my stomach.

- Can you humor me, okay?

Here, look!

Victor says that we're walking into a setup.

He says we've got to go this way.

- No, fuck that!

It will take us 12 hours, maybe more.

- Well, it's safer.

- Why, because this Nip says, so?

Fuck that, we stay on this path.

- We're making a mistake.

- Then so be it!

Charlie's running scared, do you think he's got the time

or the manpower to set up an ambush?

Fuck it, we leave!

Let's go scumbags.

Again, I said let's fucking go!

(rifles clink) (footsteps pattering)

- Please (indistinct)

Please, don't shoot me!

Please, don't shoot me! - Shut up!

(soldier speaks in Japanese)

- I'll do anything, I'll do anything!

(soldier speaks in Japanese)

- Mr. Nash, I am well aware of who you are.

In case you're wondering why my men and I

have decided to let you leave.

(soldiers speak in Japanese)

Yeah, your father, I know he knows the right people,

I know he's in a position to help me and my nephews.

Until he does, I'll let you live,

but if I find out that he disobeys my orders,

I will let my men have their way with you.

Mr. Nash, this is what you have created.

We are not bad men,

all of us here have lived in this country for years,

all law-biding citizens, even longer.

We cook your food, we serve you, we teach your children,

and one day we are accused as spies

and thrown in solitude against our will,

is that justice?

Your country is an embarrassment, if I could leave I would.

- What do you want with my father?

(Nash groans in pain)

- I have given strict orders to your father

to release several important figures from the camps,

he has 3 days to comply, these men are very close to me.

It's a simple trade, that's all.

- My father loves this country more than he loves me.

- That's what all sons think, they are so ungrateful.

- I'm here at his disapproval.

So, any help that you want will not go through me.

- I don't think I will tell you what I'll do if he disobeys,

(soldiers speaking foreign language)

(man horridly screams) (gunfire cracks)

(Nash sobs)

(gunshots cracking) (bird whistling)

(guns cocks) - Dumbass, put your fucking-

(gunshots cracking) - The fuck you doing, Milton?

I stop to take a piss,

and this what you assholes are fucking doing?

Do you even know what you're doing with that fucking thing?

Hey asshole, this ain't fucking target practice,

let's fucking go, dipshits.

- They're just having a little fun.

♪ Throw another hand grenade ♪

♪ Throw another hand grenade ♪

♪ See the bloody mess I made ♪

♪ See the bloody mess I made ♪

♪ And all I ever wanna see ♪

♪ And all I ever wanna see ♪

♪ Is bloody, bloody bodies ♪

♪ Is bloody, bloody bodies ♪

♪ Throw some candy on the ground ♪

♪ Throw some candy on the ground ♪

♪ See them children gather around ♪

♪ See them children gather around ♪

♪ And all I ever wanna see ♪

♪ And all I ever wanna see ♪

♪ Is bloody bloody bodies ♪

♪ Is bloody bloody bodies ♪

♪ Now, throw another hand grenade ♪

♪ Throw another hand grenade ♪

♪ See the bloody mess I made ♪

♪ See the bloody mess I made ♪

♪ And all I ever wanna see ♪

♪ And all I ever wanna see ♪

♪ Is bloody bloody bodies ♪

♪ Is bloody bloody bodies ♪

- Hurrah! - Hurrah!

- I'm thinking if we just follow this fucking creek,

that camp's gotta be close to a water source.

- And there's gonna be traps up there.

- Well, fucking traps are on our fucking soil.

What the fuck are you doing with that thing?

It's not a fucking toy.

- Whatever the fuck I want to! - I swear to God,

you're fucking retarded in that blood nut head of yours.

Put that fucking pin back in the grenade.

- Can you look at my helmet? - It's a helmet,

it goes on your fucking head, Milton!

- The clip's broken.

- It's broken, then learn how to fix it.

For Christ's sake!

Hey, surprise, your mom's not here to wipe your ass either!

Something wrong with your helmet?

- I don't think so! - Here,

I'll fix your helmet for you, here.

Oh yeah, look!

Yeah, let me fix it for you. (laughs)

- Fuck you!

- It's not (indistinct)

- Yeah what's up?

- I'm starting to get worried. - About what?

- We got no radio, and what we plan on doing

will get us court-martialed if we get caught,

and if we get attacked anywhere between here and there

we're basically fucked.

- Just think about what we're doing after,

that's what I'm doing.

As soon as that happens,

you can buy your way out of this hellhole.

- Hey, how much you know about Hansen?

- Nothing, really.

- What happened back there with the whores?

- Nothing, we followed orders.

- I didn't wanna say nothing earlier,

'cause I don't like spreading unconfirmed rumors,

but I heard things, man, back at base and from James,

before we took off on this little excursion.

- Like what?

- When we're fooling around that he escaped the box, man.

You know, the one that got on the outskirts of Gillhorn?

- No shit?

- I ain't making this up, man.

I know it's just rumors and all but still,

what's he going to do to us if we piss him off?

I guess you're safe, he likes you.

- He's not my friend.

- Now, he stood up for you back there, didn't he?

- I saw him kill that woman Kelly,

I mean, granted she is just a Jap whore,

but she could have been cattle for all he was concerned.

There was nothing there,

certainly no signs of loyalty for me.

- Well, I'm just telling you, word around the campfire,

watch your back with that man.

- Yeah!

- All right!

(river sploshing)

(thumping)

- Shit!

(leaves raffling) (footsteps pattering)

(owl hooting) (thumping continues)

- Oh, shit!

(thumping continues)

(river sploshing)

(twigs crackling) (fire wood thuds)

(wood clinking)

- Hey, I think, I think I've fixed it!

Check it out!

(clip clatters)

Come on man!

- Hey!

We never had a chance to talk.

- I tend to mind my own business.

- So, how come you're here to college boy?

I mean, you'd be sitting in a plush office

in San Francisco right now.

- I volunteered,

and believe it or not some people want to be here.

- Makes no sense to me.

But you're the head doctor,

so maybe I'm the one that's messed up.

- We're all messed up one way or another.

- I don't get what you're doing with Victor.

- It's basic psychology,

positive reinforcement yields better results

than punishment. - What's that mean?

- It means that if we wanna know something like,

where the next ambush is,

then we're going to get the right answers

if we offer them a reward rather than torture him.

- Is that why you're feeding him all our food?

- Yes, and it works.

Now, there's an ambush coming up,

but Davies won't listen.

- How do you he ain't lying? - 'Cause he's not lying.

- What do you know about Hansen?

- I know he comes from one of those brainwashing camps.

- They really have those?

I thought that was bullshit.

- Pretty secretive for a while now,

he and a group of American soldiers, timid ones,

the ones that are not fit for battle,

are thrown into these camps where they're sleep deprived,

forced to listen to Jap radio, starved,

tortured by Asians over the command of their own land.

And then once the have cured of their cowardice,

they murder anything yellow, no remorse.

- Does that really work?

- The only problem is he can't turn it off.

You know, I heard of a man who went to get Chinese food,

murdered his waitress for not giving him a fortune cookie.

- How is this legal?

- 'Cause no one is supposed to know.

They hired me to do some preliminary psych tests,

about as soon as I found out what was really going on...

- Do you think we're safe around him?

- I don't know.

- But what difference does it make?

Now, we're walking into a bushwhack.

But you can thank that fucker that's over there.

- What do you want maggot?

- Are you leading us into an ambush?

- Oh Christ, are you and James in each other's panties, now?

- You know, I think we should listen to him.

- I don't care what that rookie's credentials are,

we have my best friend being tortured without mercy

by a bunch of buck-toothed bastards,

and we've already wasted enough time.

We got Charlie running scared,

and he probably doesn't even know we're after him

to begin with.

- 'Cause if we'd been listening to Victor this whole time,

which makes an ambush all the more likely.

- Don't question me, Rogers!

- Hansen, I need you to talk to Davies.

- About what?

- He's walking us into a trap. - What?

- Victor said, there's an ambush coming up.

- Where?

- Maybe about 30 minutes ahead of us.

- Can I help you soldier?

- Is Victor giving us trouble?

- Holy shit, he does speak!

You're goddamn right he's giving us trouble,

he's trying to run us off course.

(Victor agonizingly screaming) - What the fuck!

- Don't shot, don't shoot! - What the fuck is he doing?

(indistinct chattering) (Victor groans)

- What the hell just happened here?

(Victor groans) (foreboding dramatic music)

- Oh, shit!

Did you tell him to kill him, Davies?

- No, I didn't tell him to kill him.

- Then what the fuck did you tell him?

- He asked if he was giving us trouble?

I said, he was trying to run us off course.

- You're a fucking... - The fuck-

- Shit! (rifles clunking)

- Fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me!

The fuck you mad at me for?

Hansen pulled the knife.

(birds chirping)

- He didn't tell me to kill him,

I killed the Victor on my own.

- Fuck you! - Fuck you too!

(twigs crackling) (footsteps pattering)

(spitting)

(mystical dramatic music)

(rifles clunking)

(soldier agonizingly screaming)

- Nobody move!

Nobody move goddamn it, compose yourself!

- I said I was- - Stand down.

(frag explodes) (trees creaking)

- James! (Falcon cries in pain)

(log crashes) - Jesus Christ!

(Falcon's cries continue)

(wood clinks)

- This place is fucking littered with traps.

Nobody move, don't fucking move!

(Falcon groaning in pain)

- Rogers is dead!

Shit, his head got crushed like a watermelon, man!

- Pipe down, Milton!

Kelly, get him out of the hole.

Be careful! (Falcon crying in pain)

- Christ, it smells like shit!

The fuck is that? - It's shit!

- What? - Feces!

The slant eyes put it in the traps to infect the wound.

- Oh, shit, man! - I'm sorry, Falcon!

You're probably gonna have to lose the foot.

- What are we gonna do?

Rogers is dead, James is fucking dead,

- Pipe the fuck down, Milton,

and put your nuts back in your panties!

We move on, one step at a time, but be careful!

You coming Hansen?

Come on, they were good kids,

so let's kill some slant eyes for them.

You can take their weapons,

they don't need it anymore, you do,

just clean all that blood and shit off of it first.

(mystical dramatic music)

(rifle clucks)

(footsteps pattering) (soldiers laugh jeeringly)

- There's still no word from your dad.

You still have a couple of days.

Here, (Nash groans)

I really hate the side of blood.

(blood splutters)

Mr. Nash, do you think I'm some kind of an animal

that derives pleasure from seeing American blood

on my shoes?

I do not.

I have began to hate this job more than I hate you,

but I understand just as much as anyone

that it is a necessity.

My soldiers, on the other hand,

they take great joy in their job.

I don't like that, but it's good for me,

because they do the things I can't.

You know, I tell you this

because I sympathize with your father.

He is in the same position as I am.

- You're a yellow coward!

And when one American soldier finds this place,

(Kishimoto laughs) it's all over for you.

- You're funny Mr. Nash.

- If my father has any sense,

then your nephews are dead.

- I suggest you keep your comments to yourself.

You know, I may leave you unaccompanied

for long periods of time, and you don't want that.

(Nash breaths heavily) (soldiers mockingly laugh)

- He's getting awfully heavy. (Falcon groans)

- Carry him or kill him. (gunfire cracks)

Get down, get the fuck down, everyone!

(rifles clunking)

(gunshots intensify)

- You fucking (indistinct) bitch.

(mystical dramatic music)

(bullets whizzing)

(sporadic gunfire)

It's Charlie, kill that fucking Nip!

- You faggot, you motherfucker!

(gunshots cracking)

- What's Hansen doing? - What are you doing, Hansen?

Get the fuck down, you're right in the fucking open!

(bullets whizzing)

(gunshots continue)

(twigs crackling)

- Nice of you to join us!

(gunshots thundering)

(rifle cocks)

(bullets whizzing)

(bullet pops)

(dramatic music)

(rifles clunking) (gunshots cracking)

(frag pin clinks)

(frag explodes)

(rifle clinking) (bullets whizzing)

(Charlie groans) (bullets popping)

(mystical dramatic music)

(bullets slugs clinking)

(rifles cocks)

(tree bark shatters)

- Fuck!

(bullet slug clinks)

(Charlie groaning) Fuck!

- I think he's running away,

that fucking freak, Hansen, scared him off.

(twigs crackling)

Good job, man!

Looks like we scared him off. (mystical dramatic music)

(rifle clinking)

(foreboding dramatic music)

- Still no word from your father,

he's running out of time.

What do I have to do to make him talk business with me?

(water sploshes) - Fuck you, slope!

Kill me!

- I don't get you Mr. Nash.

I am courteous to you, I give you freshwater,

I treat you better than the other prisoners,

and you politically disrespect me?

What happened to the peace of your people?

Your freedom, your peace, your liberty?

You don't show any sights of it.

(heavy thud) (table clinking)

(Kishimoto groans) - Kill me.

Just kill me! (Kishimoto yelling)

(Nash breaths heavily)

(Kishimoto groaning) - Oh no, no, no!

I know this is what you would like,

for me to indulge in violence like you.

Mr. Nash, I'm just gonna let my man have their way with you,

but enough, to keep you alive and breathing.

For the sake of my nephews. - No! (sobbing)

No!

Get off me!

Fucking get off me!

Just get away!

- Hey, Kelly, look, I found your girlfriend.

Eh, yeah. (moaning)

She likes it out, eh? (laughing)

- Fuck you.

- Oh, yay.

She likes to big one. (laughing)

That's fucking disgusting!

(dramatic music)

- Hey, you okay?

I know, Falcon was your best friend.

- Yeah, I'm all right!

So, how do you remain so calm, even under gunfire?

- I don't know, it just doesn't scare me.

- Oh, that's good, if you're out here, I guess.

- I'm sure you've heard the rumors.

- Yeah, but are they true?

I've got two magazines left, what do you have?

- About nine or 10?

I grabbed some off our boys back there.

- Mind if I borrow a few? (dramatic music)

- Davies!

- I'd feel safer if Hansen carried the ammo.

- Me too. (magazines clinking)

- Thanks!

Hey, Davies, how much further till we get where we're going?

- A few days, maybe less.

- You're the leader, right?

- Yeah, sure!

Let's go, man.

(Zippo clinks)

- I don't know, man.

What if he turns on us?

- He saved your fucking life, Kelly,

show the man some fucking respect.

- I know, but look at him, man,

he's one strange cat,

he don't eat, he don't piss, he barely fucking speaks, man,

and the rumors.

- What rumors?

- He escaped the fucking box, man.

You've heard of the fucking box, right, at that camp?

- Yeah, I've heard of it, but I don't care

where he came from or what he's been through,

what matters is he's a fucking killing machine,

and that's what we need right now.

We're down three men from yesterday,

and all we got is fucking Milton here,

who can't find his dick with his own two hands.

- I know we need him,

but what if something sets him off, on us I mean?

- Then just don't piss him off.

- It still don't feel right.

- I don't know.

I've actually taken a liking to the guy.

- He's fucked up, Davies.

- I know, but that's what we need,

quit acting like a bitch,

and offer the crazy fucker some grub,

he hasn't eaten for 2 days. (spits)

- Hey man!

I got some food for you here.

No need to heat it up or anything, it's ready.

- Thanks. - Yeah, sure!

So, I should probably thank you

for saving my life back there.

- You'd have done the same thing for me, right?

- Yeah, sure! - No need to thank me then.

How come Davies is so quiet?

- What do you mean?

- He's not talking so much anymore.

- No?

All that killing humbled him, I guess.

We're all a little on edge right now.

- Okay.

- On your feet, soldiers!

(mystical dramatic music)

(twigs crackling)

What is it? - A tripwire.

(twigs crackling)

It's a tunnel. - So what?

Let's keep moving. - We need to check it out.

- It's not exactly a priority for what we're doing

right now. - What do you mean?

Charlie could be hiding down there!

What are we doing? - Nash, man!

We gotta save Harold.

- Who is that? - Harold Nash.

Senator Nash's son?

The less time we spend fucking around with tunnels,

the more time we have to burst him out.

- I don't know the hell you're talking about,

you just don't wanna go down there,

because Charlie might be hiding down there.

- Oh, no shit!

Do you hear that guys?

Fucking Charlie could be down there.

Well, why don't we check?

Hey, Charlie, hey buddy, you hiding down there?

(frag pin clicks) - Oh my God, run!

- Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

- Oh my God, oh my God! (frag explodes)

- Fuck!

- Fuck, you stupid babies!

- Hey, Milton!

Poke your head down there,

and tell us if you can see anything.

- Fuck that!

Have Kelly do it! - Hell no!

- I'm giving you an order, Milton!

- I'll do it.

- You sure? (twigs crackling)

- Nothing, as far as the eye can see.

- Can we get down in there? - It's too deep.

- There was a ladder, the grenade blew it to hell.

- Anyone have a rope?

We're wasting our time, let's keep moving.

(footsteps pattering)

- Dumbass!

(mystical dramatic music)

- 10-1, if Charlie was in that fucking tunnel,

then we'll never know.

- Will you shut the fuck up, Milton?

This whole "Charlie Mission" was bullshit from the start.

He's probably dried up in a ditch right now,

let's just focus on Nash here on out.

- Great plan Davies.

Why didn't I think of that?

Fucking asshole!

- Whoa, you're getting real brave now, piss pants.

Give me a reason.

- I knew it was close by, I could smell it.

- Keep your guard up, Kelly!

Fucking idiot!

What do you say, man?

I could use a swim and a suntan.

- Yeah, as long as we leave by first thing in the morning.

We can use the cable over there to get some shuteye.

- Race you to the water, fag!

(waves whooshing)

(water sploshing)

- Hey, why don't you get a few hours,

I'll take the next watch.

(waves crashing)

(muffled pattering)

(gunshots popping)

(gunshots intensify)

(water sploshing)

- Some guard you are, Milton, now go dry your pansy-ass off!

(metal clinks)

(grass rustling)

(toolbox clinks)

(harsh scraping)

(muffled crackling)

(muffled groans)

- [Davies] We should be pretty close to this Nip.

We've tracked him pretty good so far.

- [Milton] Yeah, but he's a lot faster than your slow ass.

- Well, I don't know if you've noticed Milton,

I've been carrying around a lot of dead weight.

- What the hell is that tank doing out here?

- I've heard of this.

The Soviets sent over a couple of T-34s last year,

that were having some problems.

This must be one of them.

Our engineers are supposed to take a look at them,

fix them, even supply some parts.

Are you sure we're on the right track?

- Yeah, we're on the right track, Milton.

We got to get to San Benito,

but we gotta cross through here to get there.

- Right here, look!

We gotta continue south through Magnolia,

we follow this creek,

we should be creeping up on the Hillshire mountain side.

After that maybe a half day, a few hours.

But nonetheless, we're getting close, we just gotta keep on

tracking guys. - Uh, Davies, Davies, Davies!

- What the you want Kelly?

- Guys, guys, guys! (round blasts off)

(rifles clunking) (dramatic music)

(gunshots cracking)

(bullets whizzing) (T-34 clunking)

(bullets popping) (mystical dramatic music)

(gunfire intensifies)

(bullets whizzing)

(metal clunking)

(T-34 turret squeaking)

- Fuck!

(76.2mm shell blasts)

(gunfire continues) (upbeat dramatic music)

(Armor clinks) (pistol pops)

(grass rattling)

(sporadic gunfire continues)

(T-34 turret squeaking)

(76.2mm round blasts)

(Diesel engine roars) (T-34 tracks squeaking)

(rifle clunking) (T-34 engines rumbles)

(sporadic gunfire pops)

(T-34 turret squeaking)

(76.2mm round blasts) (flesh splattering)

- Kelly! - Fuck!

(dramatic music) (turret lever squeaking)

(sporadic gunfire continues)

(76.2mm round blasts) (wood splintering)

(T-34 turret squeaking)

(76.2mm round blasts off)

(uptempo dramatic music)

- Are you out of your fucking mind, Hansen?

- The fuck is he doing?

(frag pin clinks) (metal door clinks)

(frag clinks)

(dramatic music)

(frag thunders)

- Shit!

(T-34 lid clinks open)

(Charlie coughing)

- Hold it right there, you burnt up, buck-toothed bustard!

(gunshots crackling)

You killed Kelly, you little Nip fuck?

(sporadic gunfire echos)

(mystical Japanese music)

- White dog? (erratic gunfire echos)

- Hold it, man!

Save your ammo!

- What now? - The camp is not far off.

How much ammo you got left?

- Enough! - Then we move on.

(rifles clunking)

(mystical dramatic music)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(footsteps pattering) (car door clicks open)

(car door clicks shut) - No keys!

Piece of shit probably doesn't run anyway.

Camp's just over that hillside,

about a half-day's walk, I say we rest now,

and get a fresh start in the morning.

- You gonna finally tell me what it is we're doing out here?

- Now, come on, Hansen! - Tell me!

- Shit, where did you come from?

All right, we're gonna infiltrate this makeshift POW camp,

and break out a friend of mine,

Harold Nash. - Why?

When did we get these orders? - They're not exactly orders,

Harold Nash is my friend.

- We can get court-martialed because of this.

- Are you a rich man, Hansen, back home?

- No!

- Well, rest assured you will be

when this is all over.

Granted, we get him out of there alive,

his father is Senator Nash,

and Harold promised me a shit load of money,

if we can get him out of there,

which I'll split with you and Milton.

- Hell, out of good faith,

I'll give some money to the families of our fallen comrades,

who died along the way, helping us, okay?

So, how does that sit with you?

- What?

- That we're out here for some payday?

We're out here with no Sergeant, no radio,

nothing but our dicks in our hands,

over a half-baked assignment,

that they gotta keep her hush-hush back at base.

- I'll have to think about it.

- I'm still trying to figure you out though.

I mean, those Nips you wasted back there,

I know they're just Nips, man, but, fuck!

It's like you enjoy that shit.

- I don't enjoy it!

But I do feel better with every kill.

Not proud, not excited, just better.

- You know, you scared the out of all those guys

ever since they laid eyes on you?

I mean, you are a strange motherfucker, man.

But not any more you're not.

- I just feel like I belong out here.

That box made a man out of me,

and I almost regret everything I did when I escaped,

but I understand what they're trying to do,

and I think I agree with it.

- Well, you are a fucking hero, man!

And if you don't get laid when we get back home,

I'll fucking blow you myself. - Promise?

- You bet your rosy ass soldier, all two inches of you.

- All right, faggots, let's keep our eye on the prize,

we need to get some sleep if we're gonna do this tomorrow.

(loud snoring)

- Put that cigarette out. - What?

- Put the cigarette out, they'll see the smoke.

- Can't sleep? - Whenever I close my eyes,

I just see Kelly evaporate right in front of me,

what happened to you, man.

- I don't know, I just like it out here,

Have you ever been locked in a cage?

- Were you really in that box?

Or you're just a normal person they stuck

in some experiment camp and came out all fucked up?

- I had a family, I had some money.

These guys just gave me no reason to live,

that's all there is to it,

but I'd be dead right now at a field overseas

if they hadn't done that to me.

Believe whatever you want to believe, Milton.

- You ever killed anyone in the real world?

- Get some sleep.

(mystical dramatic music)

(Nash groaning) (pebbles clinking)

(speaking foreign language)

(soldier groans) (pistol clicks)

- Do it, shoot me you fucking Japs!

Do it!

What's General Kishimoto gonna do with you boys,

when he comes back and I'm fucking dead?

(Nash laughs)

He'll probably exterminate every one of you,

buck-toothed Jap cocksuckers!

Just like he did my friends.

So you tell him in that Jap language of yours,

that his nephews are dead!

We had some good times, uh, boys?

(gunfire cracks) (body thuds)

(door creaks open)

(muffled speaking)

(Kishimoto yells) (sobbing)

- Now, if the intel is accurate,

it's about a half-mile north,

you should be ready for anything.

- What does this guy even look like?

- He's white, in his 30s.

- That's a big fucking help. - Hey, listen!

Just stick close to me

and I'll point them out when we get there, all right?

- What's your plan for getting him out?

You can't exactly call in an air raid.

- I've been thinking about that.

Once we get inside, we'll just take over the control center,

that's if they even fucking have one.

- How many guards can we expect?

- Hell, I don't know!

But it's not a big camp,

it's just some fucking half-assed garbage dump

built by a few renegade Japs, it's nothing we can't handle.

- You don't know a whole lot, do you?

- Hey, I know this much, if this place exists

then we're bursting him out,

and we're gonna get rich doing it,

all the while taking out a bunch of Japs,

which will make us look like heroes.

Now, come on! (mystical dramatic music)

It's just over yonder.

Milton, binoculars.

It's just one guard outside the entrance.

- Let me see.

I can take him.

You guys wait here and watch,

I'll give you the signal when it's all clear.

(rifles clunking) (knife clinks)

(twigs crackling) (muffled pattering)

- Be ready for anything, Milton.

(soldiers groans)

- Shit, Hansen!

(screaming) (erratic gunfire erupts)

(bullets whizzing)

Fucking do or die, Milton!

Don't be a fucking pussy!

(gunfire intensifies)

(bullets whizzing)

(frag pin clicks)

(frag explodes) (bodies slumping)

(men groaning in pain)

(sporadic gunfire continues)

(groaning continues)

(man screams in pain) (crackling gunfire)

Harold!

You motherfuckers!

You cold murderers motherfuckers!

(desk clinks)

(footsteps pattering) (door creaks open)

Put the fucking gun down! (pistol clinks)

Oh, yeah, looks like I net myself a general.

On your feet maggot! (mystical dramatic music)

They fucking killed Harold man.

- I got two more out here.

- Tell them to drop the weapons.

Tell them in fucking Jap language to drop their weapons.

(Kishimoto speaks in Japanese)

(rifles clunking)

Milton, get your scrawny ass in here,

pick up the weapons. (rifles clunking)

(soldiers speaking Japanese)

(indistinct chattering) (footsteps pattering)

- What are you planning on doing now, Davies?

- Well, we could burn this whole shit hole down,

along with everyone in it.

(cable pops)

- Where does that leave us?

- Dead!

Do you really give a shit anymore, Milton?

Yeah, I kind of got carried away.

We don't want fucking general Jap here,

calling in any extra troops now, do we?

- What are you really planning on doing now?

- Well, since we have some time to discuss the matter,

have a seat gentlemen.

Close the door.

Are you fucking crying, Milton?

- Just shut up, Davies.

(mystical dramatic music) (footsteps pattering)

- Drop fucking your knives right now,

you slant-eyed sons of bitches!

Now, get the fuck out of here!

Run, run, run motherfuckers! (gunfire cracks)

Swim your asses back to fucking Japan!

(Kishimoto groans)

- Lay off of him! - Mind your business!

- He's unarmed, the hell's your problem?

Are you going crazy?

- Is Hansen finally losing his cool?

Is perfect soldier boy finally loosing his marbles, huh?

(laughs)

You had to lose it sooner or later, didn't you?

- Is there something personal? - Yeah!

It's personal, I'm back in charge,

so go sit in the corner and polish your steel.

- I think you're letting your emotions

get the best of you right now.

- This fucking Jap killed Nash!

- What? - I said he killed Harold.

- Our fucking money! - That's right, Milton!

We're nothing but bum-fucked GIs again,

courtesy of this slope in his cronies.

- I didn't kill him. - Shut up.

I saw him out there,

his head looked like a fucking fruit pulp.

You're gonna tell me he just got caught in the crossfire

10 minutes ago, huh?

You made him suffer. - He killed himself.

- I should kill you just for saying that.

- It's the truth.

I wanted him alive,

his father- - His father what?

- His father. (sobbing)

- You wanted his father's money, huh?

You greedy Jap pimp, you're keeping them alive

for your own financial gains, weren't you?

- Let him speak.

- I have no interest in the lies this scum fuck has,

he has about 10 seconds to live as far as I'm concerned,

so if you have any prayers for the heavens old man,

I suggest you spit them out right fucking now!

- Please, please don't kill me. (sobbing)

I was good to him, I give him fresh water to drink,

he shot himself, I swear!

- His father, what'd you want from his father?

- My, (sobbing)

my nephews, I just want them out of the prisons.

They're just innocent bystanders by all this.

(Kishimoto sobbing)

- Maybe he's telling the truth.

- Why would Harold kill himself?

- Lots of reasons.

- So, you're taking sides with this lying rat?

- I'm not taking sides, man.

- You know what, Milton?

I'm getting sick of your fucking cowardice,

you prance around my squad like a goddamn faggot,

you cry during battle, you shit your pants.

- Fuck you!

I'm going to get court-martialed because of you.

- You know what, Milton?

It's time you became a man,

who contributes to the squad once and for all.

Pick up your rifle!

- What? - I said, pick up your rifle,

that's an order!

I said pick up your fucking rifle, that's a goddamn order!

We're gonna bust your cherry right here right now.

You're gonna execute bucky here,

for his immoral acts and atrocities

bestowed upon my best friend, Harold Nash.

If not in his is good name,

then in the name of our beloved country, Private.

- I will not, he's unarmed.

- Does it make it any less right?

This man is a murderer.

- Don't make him do this, Davies.

Milton, you don't have to do this.

- Shut your fucking mouth choirboy,

I'm sick of your uppity attitude as well.

Listen, Milton, you will follow my orders,

and do as I say,

or you will forever regret this half-assed mutiny.

- Quit fucking around, Davies. - Oh, I'm done fucking,

this is real now!

Raise that rifle, soldier. (Milton breaths heavily)

Yeah!

Yeah, that's good.

(floor creaking)

- Now, pull the trigger. - Don't do it, Milton.

This will forever be on your hands.

This is murder and you know it.

- It worked for you, right, Hansen?

You said killing made you better?

- It was just tough-guy talk back there.

There's a part of me,

it still beats myself over the head every night,

thinking I'll go back to being normal.

You are normal Milton,

but if you pull that trigger, I can assure you,

you will never be again! - It's justified, Milton,

it's war! - Don't listen to him,

he's just scared. - Oh, I'm scared?

- Yeah, you're scared. - How so?

- You feel threatened,

first by me taking over the squad,

then by the general taking out your meal ticket,

you've got nothing left, you've got nothing to go,

except for a court martial, you wanna die right here?

- Yeah! - And you'll just as well

take out one of us, because you don't wanna be alone.

- Well, at least I'll go down a man.

- Is it worth it.

- You bet your sweet candy ass it's worth it,

that's why we're here.

- You're shaking.

You're not in control. - I'm always in control,

this idea was mine, this mission was mine,

this squad was mine! - Yes it was,

but it's not anymore, what do you have now?

Tell me what do you have?

You have nothing, you don't have to put Milton in a box too.

- You take them countless Japs without mercy,

now all of a sudden

you got a passion for this one piece of shit, huh?

You don't understand, I didn't wanna have to fight.

- Nobody does. - Yeah, but you do!

And how do you do it without letting it bother you, huh?

(Davies crying)

I can't go back to my family now,

I can't let them know what I've done.

- Let's talk this through, just lower the guns.

- Don't you fucking lower that rifle, Private.

Hansen, I can't go back,

I don't wanna go back, I don't know what to do!

- You don't have to go back, let's talk this through.

- Shut up!

I mean, what am I supposed to tell Harold's father, huh?

That I let him die?

'Cause I wasn't fucking fast enough?

I wasn't strong enough to save his son's life, huh?

- We can talk this through, just slower the guns.

- I'm done talking.

Shoot the Jap, or I shoot Hansen.

- Oh, Jesus! - He's buffing!

- Try me, you fucking bustards!

- Let him try to shoot me.

He won't shoot an American soldier.

- This is stupid. - Don't do this, Milton!

- I didn't kill your friend, I swear!

- I can't do this. - Pull the trigger,

you fucking sissy- - No, don't fucking do this!

(overlapping conversation)

- Put the fucking gun down! - I will fucking kill you-

(Kishimoto screams) - Yes, yes, kill the Jap!

You'll fucking kill Jap, goddamn it!

- Fucking do it! - What do I do Hansen?

- (indistinct) or I fucking shoot-

- Do you wanna fucking- - Hansen, what do I do?

- Don't do it Milton! - I'll fucking kill us all!

- Davies, stand down! - Hansen, what do I do?

- Do it! - Don't you fucking do this!

- (indistinct) motherfucker! - Don't you fucking do this!

(single gunshot cracks) (body thuds)

(birds chirping)

(door creaks open) (footsteps pattering)

(foreboding dramatic music)

(gunshots crack)

(upbeat instrumental music)