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What things?

Hair! What do you want to
grow on your head? Tomatoes?

What'd you do in the last war?

4F? Not that I care.

-1A.
-Oh, yeah?

Shipped you right out, huh?
What theater? Europe or the Pacific?

I was a conscientious objector.

I found a dead American.

Are you sure he's dead?
You gotta be sure, you know.

-Half his head is gone.
-I better check.

He said his head was gone.
Save your strength.

-Did you examine him?
-No, sir.

-Smart.
-Did you get his dog tags?

-Dog tags? Are you kiddin'?
-But we ought to find out who he is.

Look, Lieutenant.
Don't let your emotions get the best of you.

Dead man's nothin' but a corpse.

Nobody cares who he is now.

Get his dog tags.

Yes, sir.

Ever hear of a body bein' booby-trapped?

"Get his dog tags"!
Big deal.

Hey, uh -

Did he, uh, have his pack on him?

He took it off for the break.

-Where is it?
-There.

Here. Give those to Short Round.

And take care of'em.
Don't break 'em.

Chang-An-Saw.

-You sure?
-Sure.

Look. When I wave you on, don't stall.
Buddha-head.

-Yeah?
-Let's go.

Okay.

See anything, Lieutenant?

Nah.

Let's go.

Put the animals on the porch.

Now listen.

I don't want any of you
to disfigure these walls...

touch the gods or break anything.

I want you to leave this temple
exactly as you found it.

All right, you guys.

Come on, come on. On your feet.

-Come on. Get up.
-Oh, for Pete's sake.

Outside and jackass the rest
of that equipment in.

Come on! Unpack those mules.
Let's go.

Hey. Short Round.

Hmm?

What are you doin'?

I was turning the prayer wheel
for good luck.

For, uh - uh...

obser-

obs-s -

serva -vation post.

Oh, yeah?

Well, um, get your helmet off the porch.

And, uh...

get your shoes too.

And better get them - them Red rifles.

You know.

-Don't want anything left out on the porch.
-Okay, Sergeant.

Give me Dagwood 2. Over.

-This is Dagwood 2.
-It's okay, sir.

This is Dagwood Baker
on Stephen Foster, 395-345.

Can you see the Swanee?

Yes, I can see the Swanee.

This is a must.
We need a prisoner for interrogation.

Yes, sir.

-They want a P.W.
-They kiddin'?

-Who's on the guns downstairs?
-That Joe who never talks.

Joe?

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe.

Oh, come on.

Hey, Joe?

Hey, you.

Didn't you hear me calling you?

Yeah? Well, jackass yourself inside
and stay there.

I don't want any movement
on this porch.

Did you hear that?

You know, we had a guy like you
in my outfit in Africa once.

Never said anything to anybody.

You know what?

Just like that.

Kasserine Pass.

Nobody ever knew
what he was thinking about.

Don't that bother you?

Ohh.

One guy don't talk, one guy's a conchie,
one guy's a chicken-fed lieutenant.

What a fouled-up outfit
I got myself into.

Sergeant, you got dog tags for me?

No.

I wonder what this is for.
I found it in one of the back rooms.

-It's a pillow.
-Probably belonged to one of the priests.

You don't have to be touchy with us, Baldy.
Take your steel pot off.

Go on, Baldy.
Take it off!

-Sure! Come on. Take it off.
-Go ahead.

Sure. Relax.

Ah. Chafed, huh?

-Yeah.
-How does it feel?

-It's raw.
-You oughta use pads on it.

You're lucky you got him along.

What's the matter?

The grenade in my belt.

The pin fell on the floor.
The lever's pushed against my stomach.

Buddha-head! Got a live one
against his belly. The pin.

Ah.

Don't move, Lieutenant.
Don't talk. Don't breathe.

Don't move a muscle.
Not an eyelash. Now hold your breath.

Come on, Baldy.

I'll start that stuff sprouting.

Hey, Conchie, you play "Auld Lang Syne"
on that music box?

Let's not get maudlin, Sergeant.

-I ask you, can you play it?
-Yeah.

-Play it.
-Don't feel like it.

You're lugging that organ around
to play music on, aren't ya?

What are you lugging it around for?

'Cause Father Paul
gave it to me before he died.

Now, don't give me a bad time.
Play it.

Okay, Sergeant.

## ["Auld Lang Syne"]

Where'd you learn how to sing
"Auld Lang Syne"?

-Old who?
-What was that you sang?

You pulling my leg.
You play it. You know it good.

What did you sing?

The Korean national anthem.

You play it good.
Very good.

## [Organ: "Auld Lang Syne"]

You no like my song, Sergeant?

-What are you doing out here?
-I bring prayer for Baldy to make his hair grow.

Let's have it, Short Round.
Can't do any harm.

Every little bit helps.

What are you rubbing on my head?

Like I said...

earth.

I don't know.

You ain't helping the skull nerves much
by worrying.

Yeah, but -

Relax.

But are you sure?

Just leave it to me.

You want to grow hair,
don't you?

Well, yeah!

Of course.

But are you sure that this -

Listen, if it's good enough
for my mother...

it's good enough for you!

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Please.

Oh, no.

-Big stuff.
-Yeah.

Sounds like incoming mail.

Hey! What'd you do that for?
What'd you do that for, huh?

-What'd you do that for?
-You were whistling in your sleep.

-You sounded like a shell.
-It ain't my fault I breathe like that.

-What do you want me to do, stop breathin'?
-Ah, blow your nose.

-What's goin'on here?
-Are you all right, Sgt. Zack?

-Why don't you guys shut up!
-Knock it off! Knock it off.

Go on upstairs and relieve that Joe
on the O.P. - What's the matter?

-Something's wrong with my neck.
-Here.

Ow!

Now get your tail up there.

Hey! Are you nuts?

Aw, shut up!

Joe?

Hey, Joe!

Hey, Joe!

Hey, fellas! Lieutenant!

Fellas, hey!

That's the way.
Now you can go in.

Go on.
You're getting paid for it.

Ah, I don't know if it's one guy
or a company of'em.

Twenty-to-one,
they're in Manchuria by now.

There's nobody upstairs,
Lieutenant.

Where's Brownie?

Down in the cellar.

There's nobody outside.

Why don't you look where you're shooting?

I thought I heard something
in here, sir.

-Nothing.
-I get you?

Uh-uh.

Come on, let's go, Short Round.

-Bet he's gone.
-Yeah.

I thought you and Tanaka
made a thorough search of this place.

All right, so we didn't spot him
when we made the recon.

Like I told you before, if I was right all the time,
I'd be wearing bars, Lieutenant.

Short Round, you're a good Buddhist. How come
you don't know nothing about hiding places?

You're not gonna find him standing here.

Spread out
and look for him some more!

Take cover!

He's a prize package, Lieutenant.
A major.

Speaks English.

-Where's the rest of you Russians?
-I'm not Russian. I'm a North Korean communist.

-Buddha-head.
-You alone, Major?

Where's the rest of your men?

You heard the lieutenant. Answer him.
Or do I have to blow your head off?

You won't shoot me, Sergeant.

I heard the S-5 over the transceivers.

Your orders were to bring in a P.W.

You got one.
As you say, a prize package.

I'm too valuable to shoot, Lieutenant.

Hey, Major, you've been around.

Manchuria, huh?

Why not leave the interrogation up to
your friends in the rear, back at regiment?

May I put my hands down now?
Or do I have to ask God?

-Why, you -
-Wait a minute.

Take it easy.
He's mine.

Why, to me he's worth
a furlough in Tokyo.

Maybe even Hawaii.

Look, buster,
we oughta tie your hands behind you...

and throw you on a bonfire.

There ain't nobody gonna touch you.

Like I said, you're a prize package.
Drop your hands.

Bring me another cigar.

Lucky the pin didn't fall out.

If it had, you wouldn't have to
worry about your bald head.

Hey!

Hey, Baldy,
what are you doing down here?

I asked you to stay up there
till you got that fixed.

Yes, sir.

That was real smart, Major,
smashing our communication.

But Baldy's an expert. He'll have
that radio working in nothing flat.

You guys have a bad habit
of starting something you can't finish.

I just don't understand you.

You can't eat with them
unless there's a war.

Even then it's difficult.
Isn't that so?

That's right.

You pay for a ticket, but you even
have to sit in the back of a public bus.

Isn't that so?

That's right.

A hundred years ago
I couldn't even ride a bus.

At least now
I can sit in the back.

Maybe in 50 years...

sit in the middle.

Someday even up front.

There's some things
you just can't rush, buster.

You're a stupid man.

You're the stupid, Joe.

Why don't you get wise, buster?

You're ruining my dressing.

How you doing?

I'll try again.

Dagwood. Dagwood?

Dagwood!

Come in, Dagwood!
Come in!

Come in, Dagwood! Over!

This is Dagwood 2.
What's the matter with you?

I told you to keep this line open.
Are you men asleep on that O. P?

-Let me talk to Driscoll!
-This is Driscoll, sir.

Dagwood Baker,
the line on Stephen Foster's open again.

We had a little accident.

But we have a P.W.,
a major from a crack Manchurian regiment.

Sergeant Zack will bring him in.
Any further instructions?

What's the matter with you?
Why don't you come in?

We're getting nothing but static.
Come in! Come in! Come in!

Ah, it's no use, sir!
We can receive, but we can't send!

We gotta send! Fix it!

You understand? Fix it!

What's the matter with you men?
What's the matter with you men? Over!

-You got the same kind of eyes I have.
-Hmm?

-You got the same kind of-
-I heard you.

So what?

They hate us because of our eyes.

Major, you got a long hike ahead of you
in the morning.

Better get some shut-eye.

Doesn't it make you
feel like a traitor?

For a little guy with a lot
of combat time, Major...

you surprise me.

Don't you guys know
when you're licked?

I surprise you?

They threw Japanese Americans into prison camps
in the last war, didn't they?

Perhaps even your parents.
Perhaps even you.

You rang the bell that time.

They did.

And some of you had to
pass as Filipinos to get a job. I know.

Major, you're getting sloppy
as a con artist.

"Con"? What is "con"?

Eyewash.
Strictly for the birds.

That's you, majordomo -
strictly for the birds.

Ah, you Niseis are incredible.
You make no sense.

If I wasn't in the army
and you weren't a P.W., I'd -

Ah, in our country we have rules,
even about war.

Were you one of those idiots...

who fought in Europe
for your country?

442nd Combat Team.

And you know what?
Over 3,000 of us idiots got the Purple Heart.

You can't figure that out, Major,
can you?

No. That's what I don't understand.

They call you dirty Jap rats,
and yet you fight for them.

-Why?
-I've got some hot infantry news for you.

I'm not a dirty Jap rat.
I'm an American.

And if we get pushed around back home,
well, that's our business.

But we don't like it
when we get pushed around by-

Aw, knock off before I forget
the Articles of War...

and slap those rabbit teeth of yours out
one at a time.

What are you doing?
You're supposed to be getting ready.

I know.

-But I made special prayer.
-Oh, yeah?

Well, hurry up.

We're pulling out of here.

Unless you wanna stay
with these guys.

Oh, no, Sergeant.

I want to go with you.

Yeah? Well, then
you'd better hurry up.

Here.

That-a-boy.

Better get yourself in a steel pot.

Your clodhoppers too.
Shoes. Go on. Hurry up.

Sure that's what you wanna do?

Yep.

Never can tell.
One of the boys might get a scratch.

Ha!

I've gotta earn my money.

I'll stick around.

All set, Major?

Sure you're all right?

Three weeks in Tokyo.

-So long, Buddha-head.
-Ah!

When I get out of this, I'm gonna join the
air force. No more beetle crushing for me!

Aw, be smart.

There's nothing like the infantry.

You're in a plane and you get hit,
what happens? You still gotta fall.

Two strikes against you.

If you're in a ship, you get hit,
you can still -you can still drown.

In a tank, you can fry like an egg.

But in the infantry,
you get hit and that's it.

One thing or the other-you're dead or alive -
but you're on the ground.

Get wise.

-Nothing like the infantry.
-Is he kidding?

Well, Conchie, I don't know what changed
your mind about getting into this one...

and I don't care.

But if you get into a fight,
play on this 50...

not on that music box.

All right, Sergeant.
I'll try to remember.

Yeah.

All right, Short Round, let's go.

Major?

Sergeant Zack.

Yeah?

I, uh - I'd like to
swap helmets with you.

Oh, yeah? Why?

Well, it sounds a little silly, but, uh,
I thought maybe if I wore your helmet...

it'd bring me the same kind of luck
it's brought you.

I'd be crossing the army
if I brought you luck to live.

Sergeant, I've, uh...

changed my mind
about a lot of things in the past hour.

You'd have to change a lot more
than your mind to get my steel pot.

You're too dumb to be an officer,
so you take it out on us.

You're a sorehead, and you're jealous.
That's why you hate any officer.

Look, I'll tell you about an officer.

And he wasn't
a 90-day act of Congress like you.

He was a colonel,
and he didn't have to be there.

It was D-day in Normandy,
when you were wearing bars in the States...

and we were pinned down
for three hours by kraut fire.

This colonel - Colonel Taylor-

he got up on Easy Red Beach
and he yelled...

"There are two kinds of men
on this beach -

"those who are dead...

"and those who are about to die.

So let's get off the beach
and die inland."

That officer
I'd give my steel hat to any day.

Over there!
Fork in the tree!

He's still moving.

Yeah, now he's out of action.

Wonder how many people are out there.
Keep your eye glued to that scope.

I couldn't find anyone else.
Just one man. He's dead.

Well, that's what happens when you
get lost from your outfit. Where's the kid?

-Outside.
-Yeah?

He's not going with you, Sergeant.

Hmm? Why not?

Hmm?

It's his own fault.

Told him I didn't want
any kid tagging along.

Take him outside and bury him.

Go on. Take him out.

You heard him.

"To Buddha:

Please make Sergeant Zack like me."

What a stupid prayer.

Stupid.

It's a good thing this army isn't made up
of fatheaded slobs like you...

that think this war's run by idiots.

Just because those little rats kill our prisoners
is no reason we have to do the same thing.

No matter how sentimental
or personal you get...

you're supposed to be
in the United States Infantry.

"Soldier."
You're no soldier.

You're just a big, dumb, stupid,
selfish, fatheaded sergeant.

And if it takes me 20 years I'll see that you're
shot for killing a prisoner of war. Understand?

What are you waitin' for, Thompson?
Sew him up. Give him blood.

Are you kidding?
You blew a hole in him as big as a tunnel.

-I can drive a truck through it.
-Ahh!

If you die, I'll kill ya!

-I'm dying.
-You're gonna live.

-He's a goner.
-Shut up and keep him alive.

Look, Sarge, don't take it out on me.
You're the one that blew your top, not me.

-Shut up.
-You shut up!

No more blood.

Please. Please.

-A prayer.
-Huh?

Give me a prayer.

A prayer? Are you kidding?
You want a prayer?

-You're gonna live.
-The guy wants to die, let him die.

If the guy wants a prayer,
let him have one.

Listen, punk, there's nobody dyin' on me.
Understand?

Please.

What are you, buster?

Buddhist.

Buddha bless you.

There goes your furlough, jack.

Relax.

Lieutenant! Lieutenant!
There's a million Reds out there!

A million of'em!
Hurry up! Hurry up!

I'm trying!
Dagwood. Dagwood. Come in, Dagwood.

Come in, Dagwood, come in.
Can you hear us? Can you hear us?

Go ahead. We can hear you now.

It's working!

Stephen Foster operation's on.
Did you get that?

I'll give you Division Artillery.

This is DuVardy. Give us a target.

Thickskin, 870-968.

Thickskin, 870-968.

-200 yards over.
-200 yards over.

-Too far to the left a hundred yards.
-Too far to the left a hundred yards.

-On the target!
-On the target!

Fire!

You'd better check your guns.

Fire!

If those commies get wise
we're directing the fire from this temple...

they'll have every big gun from Manchuria
to Moscow trying to knock us down.

Buddha-head!

Buddha-head! Tank!
Rear! I'll cover you!

You never thought you'd be
knockin' 'em off like this, huh?

What are you gonna do if you come out of this?
Stay in the army?

Going back to my studies.

-What are you gonna be?
-A priest!

-What's a conchie like you doing in the war?
-I got news for you, Sergeant.

If a man lives in a house
and there's some danger in it...

if he wants to keep on living in it -

He should fight for it.

Zack! Hey, Zack!
Cover me!

Get the tommy!

I never thought I'd be
making money like this again.

-Can you handle coordinates?
-Yes, sir.

Soldier!

Yes, sir?

-Did you hear the colonel?
-Huh?

Did you hear the colonel?

Hear what he said?

Yeah.
Yeah, I heard what he said.

Well, then what are we waiting for?

Let's get off the beach, hmm?

Let's get those krauts.
Gotta get off the beach.

Gotta. Gotta -
Gotta get off the beach. Gotta -

Medic!

I guess we won't have
to run anymore, sir.

-Yeah.
-I think they got theirs.

Wait a minute.
There's another Red, and he's still moving!

Hey, fellas!

Are you sure that Zack'll be okay?

Sure.

Just got a headache.

The enemy was pushed away
from the river.

Regiment's putting all of us in
for Silver Stars...

for keeping the O.P. Alive.

I'm hungry.

Me too.

Me too.

First we'll eat.
Then we'll bury 'em.

Ho!

Anybody in there?

What's your outfit, soldier?

Say, what kind of an outfit is this?

U.S. Infantry.

Where's your officer?

Okay, come on.
Let's get going.

Come on, fellas!
Let's go!

Come on, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.