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Half-hour dinner break.

...70 wounded and 34 were missing in the first day of fighting...

I mean it! Now!

...the half-mile south of the southern boundary

that separates North and South Vietnam.

In this last week in Vietnam, there are a reported 141 American dead,

391 wounded, and 47 listed as missing.

Other news. In Washington this afternoon, the Congressional...

Hey, Birdlace! I want a girl just like this, man.

Back here!

Bring it back here now!

Damn you, Birdlace.

Oh, no, you don't. Back here to me.

You would fuck a cartoon, wouldn't you?

Stand by, men.

Asshole approaching, 1 1 o'clock.

Berzin, ladies.

This here is Fector. He wanted to meet you.

Yeah.

How you guys hanging?

So, what can we do for you, Fector?

Donavin here is telling me you guys are sponsoring a little get-together.

I want in, if it's okay.

I don't know, Fector.

We're a pretty elite group.

- What do you think, Birdlace? - Do you know the rules?

You break the rules, you're disqualified, you don't get your jing back,

not a goddamn fucking dime.

You got that?

Do you have anyone to bring to this event, Fector?

Fucking A, I got someone to bring.

Sounds pretty elite to me, guys. What do you think, Benjamin?

Fector, you got the 50 bucks?

Shit.

Looks like an outstanding candidate to me.

Out-fucking-standing.

Well, how about that, Fector? Okie likes you.

In fact, we all like you.

That means you're in.

Festivities begin precisely at 1900.

You'll be there?

I'll be there in dress blues, tennis shoes,

and a fur-lined fucking jockstrap.

Count on it.

Ooh. Fector, huh?

Sounds more like "fective" to me.

Defective.

Dumb motherfucker's still shitting boot-camp chow.

Definitely.

Roger that.

Twenty-two. That's the biggest ever.

We going to have us a time, huh?

Yes, sir, we going to have ourselves some kind of time.

Attention, passengers.

The bus to Santa Cruz has been canceled.

The bus to Santa Cruz has been canceled.

The bus from Los Angeles will be 20 minutes late.

All right, men. Fall in.

Attention!

One question, men.

Are we assholes or Marines?

Sir, assholes, sir!

Wrong! We're Marines! What are we?

Sir, Marines, sir!

And we are not just Marines.

We are the Four Bees.

What are we?

Sir, the Four fucking Bees. Aye, aye, sir!

And the Four Bees have a special mission.

What is that mission?

To take no prisoners and not become one!

Out-fucking-standing, men.

Muster at 1900.

Good hunting, gentlemen.

Fall out.

Excuse me. Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Um... - An older sister, maybe?

Maggie. Debbie is really mad at you. You're in big trouble this time.

- Excuse me. - Uh...

God.

Oh, heh-heh.

Excuse me. I was wondering if you might help me. I'm new in town.

I thought maybe if you had some time we could see some sights.

The Golden Gate...

You slut.

Excuse me. I overheard you.

I'm new in town too.

But I've got a map. Where do you want to go?

Uh, gee, thanks, but I'm not interested.

I mean, no, I don't need your help.

I got to go.

- Where is he? - You talking to me?

Yes, ma'am, I'm talking to you and I wanna know where he is.

- Who? - Your husband.

I don't have a husband.

- You don't have a husband? - No.

Where's your boyfriend?

I don't have a boyfriend. What is it you want?

You lesbian?

No, I'm not.

You mean to tell me a pretty little thing like yourself

with no husband, no boyfriend...

You got to be a lesbian.

No, I'm just here by myself, that's all.

Not anymore you ain't. My name's Buell.

A lot of people call me Okie.

You can call me Okie.

Only if you wanted to.

You both got me.

Betty, hi!

Ooh! Heh.

Hey, I don't know you.

What do you mean, you don't know me?

We've been writing to each other for seven months.

I said I'd meet you here?

Come on. Betty, it's me, Sam, Sam Benjamin.

I'm not Betty.

I'm Ruth Two Bears.

What do you mean?

You look just like Betty. Betty Lynxleg.

Ah. Ah, Jesus, this...

Ah, jeez, this is really very embarrassing.

I'm...

I'm sorry, Ruth.

I need a drink.

Look, let me buy you a drink.

Make it up to you.

I swear, I thought you were Betty.

When I say "spitting image--" You sure you have no Lynxleg blood?

- Hello. - The Marines have landed.

Oh, great.

Yeah. I'll be there in an hour.

What I was saying back there, Gladys--

- Alice! - Sorry, Alice.

What I was saying back there, you're nice. I'm being sincere.

Listen, I'm a United States Marine.

I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning shipping out to Okinawa.

I wanted to have a nice time with a nice lady tonight, that's all.

- You want a nice time? - Yeah.

Get yourself a streetwalker.

Fucking shit!

Excuse me.

Oh, it's pouring out.

We're gonna get soaked!

What'll you have?

A cup of coffee's fine.

And I'll take one of those delicious-looking doughnuts too, please.

- What kind you want? - Chocolate, please.

Say, are these things, uh, homemade?

No.

Well, they smell it.

We're gonna be closing soon.

Wow.

Oh.

Please. Don't stop. You sound real good.

It's great. It's one of my favorite songs.

Actually, it reminds me a lot of...

Of Jim Swaine's music.

Don't you think so?

I don't know him.

Oh, wow. Jim Swaine?

Oh...

Well, he's just...

Well, you've heard of Dylan, right?

- Bob Dylan? - Yeah.

Well, Jim Swaine is a major influence on Dylan's music. A major influence.

I thought Woody Guthrie was Dylan's influence.

Well, yeah.

There's Woody, and then there's Jim Swaine.

In fact, I think that Jim Swaine and Woody cowrote some songs together.

If I'm not mistaken.

I thought Woody wrote pretty much on his own.

Sometimes he did.

He did, most definitely.

But sometimes, he would, you know, collaborate with Swaine.

In other words, Woody wrote the words, and Swaine wrote the music.

Other times, Swaine, the words, Woody, the music. See what I'm saying?

Like that famous song of his.

You know the one I mean?

- "This Land Is Your Land"? - "This Land Is Your Land." Exactly.

Yeah, that was, uh...

That was an original by Swaine and Guthrie.

That's strange.

I've got the sheet music upstairs. I don't remember seeing his name.

He was a ghostwriter.

Sometimes.

In fact, most of the time.

Rose, your break's over. Let's get those tables set up for tomorrow.

Your coffee's getting cold.

Thank you.

So do you write your own stuff?

Oh, jeez, no.

You should. You've got the voice for it.

- Really? - Abso-fucking-lutely.

Oh, hey. My apologies.

I'm not used to being around ladies.

It's okay. I should get back to work.

Sure.

Oh.

Listen, I'm just a dumb jarhead.

I am sorry.

It's okay.

So, what time do you close up here?

In a little while.

What's a jarhead?

Oh, that's just what we call ourselves. You see, I'm a United States Marine.

It's okay if we say it,

but if a squid says it, you know, a sailor, then it's fist city.

But it's all right if a woman says it,

especially if she can sing as good as you can.

Thanks. Thanks very much.

Jarhead.

- So, what's your name? - Rose. Rose Fenny.

Rose's Cafe.

You own this place.

No. My mother does. Her name's Rose.

Same as me, same as my grandmother.

That's nice.

- You're a Marine, huh? - Yes, ma'am.

Edward Baines Birdlace?

Okay, okay. It's not that funny.

I'm sorry. It's a nice name.

Thanks.

Gosh, you look so angry.

Oh, I'm not angry.

I'm just ready.

Ready for what?

Ready for anything.

Hey. "Date of birth. November 26, 1944." That's soon.

Today's the 21st.

This Monday. Nineteen big ones.

Well, happy birthday, Corporal Birdlace.

Gee, thanks.

Oh. I better shove off here soon.

Gotta go to a party.

Birthday party?

No, just...

Sort of a regular party.

Say, maybe you'd like to go with me.

Actually, I'm still working.

Sure. Right.

I understand.

No. I've gotta be here till closing tonight.

Rose, listen.

I'm a Marine, and Marines are jerks.

Everybody knows that.

If you don't wanna go with me, just say so.

It's just, my mom would be alone.

Well, I don't want to get anyone in trouble with their old lady, so...

Fine.

It was nice to have met you, Rose.

Nice to have met you.

Bye.

Rose?

You sing real good.

Real good.

Shit.

You almost done, honey?

What is this, Wednesday?

I wonder what's on TV tonight.

We'll go upstairs and watch something nice, huh?

I got new green stamps we could put--

Excuse me.

I love a woman who takes pride in the way she looks.

- Go away. - Eddie!

I'm going with you, okay?

This is great.

It's great.

What about your mother?

What about her?

This is great.

- I'm gonna go get changed now. - Okay.

What kind of party is this?

- A "party" party. - A dress-up party?

Yes, a dress-up party.

Okay.

Listen, Rose, why don't you bring your guitar along?

No, I'm not ready to sing in front of an audience yet.

That's fine. It'll be great just to have you along.

Okay.

- Rosie? - I'm going out.

I'm going to a party, okay?

- There's still all this work to do. - I'll do it before we open.

Rose!

I promise.

Oops.

Jesus God.

You look great.

Yeah?

Oh, outstanding.

Thanks.

I'm really glad I decided to come.

Oh, great. Me too.

It's really nice to get away from the restaurant, from my mom.

Not like I hate her or anything.

It's just, her whole life's the restaurant.

I don't want it to be like that.

I don't blame you a bit, Rose. I don't blame you a bit.

Oh, The Trouble with Mimi.

Did you see this?

I don't go to flicks much.

This is the kind of thing that drives me crazy.

When there are people right now, in this country,

who are fighting for their lives and for their freedom,

while here we are watching this trash which doesn't mean anything.

Yeah? Then why do you see it?

My mom.

Oh, she loved it.

We don't agree on anything lately.

She's just content, you know, living her life.

I don't wanna...

I wanna have an effect on the world.

I wanna get out there and get involved.

You know what I'd like to do?

I wanna join the Peace Corps.

Or maybe go down south and help out there, or...

Oh, I don't know.

It's just so frustrating.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I'm really glad I decided to come.

Me too.

It's just really nice to talk to someone.

It's really nice.

It is.

Big party.

Rose, you got really nice lips.

What?

I just thought I'd tell you. You wearing lipstick?

- Yes. - Yeah?

It's kind of wearing down there, I see.

- It is? - Yeah, a little bit. Got more?

- Should I put some more on? - Sure.

Okay.

Thanks a lot for coming. This is it.

Okay.

Let me try.

Can I, please?

- Okay. - Thanks.

Um, Eddie.

Hold still.

Eddie.

You put on lipstick about as good as I do.

You're supposed to put lipstick on the lips.

Oh, it's all over my...

It's all over my mouth now. Uh-oh.

Oh, uh, wait. Maybe I can fix this. Okay.

It's all over the place.

There. That's fine, right?

Never mind. Never mind.

- Forget about it. You look fine. - Really?

Yeah? You think I look okay?

Ah, it's all right.

The Nitelite.

Wow, looks like a pretty fancy place, huh?

Rose, this party's really no big deal. We don't have to go in here.

Oh, I'd like to.

- Nah. - Yeah.

Well, we can go somewhere else if you just wanna dance.

That's okay.

All right, come on. Just behave.

Here you go, buddy. Thanks a lot.

Friend of yours?

Come on.

Good evening, Corporal Birdlace. Good evening, ma'am.

Fine woman you got there, corporal.

I'll be sure to include this in my report to the inspector general.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck, corporal.

Wait a second.

- I just wanna... - You look great.

- Really? - Really. You do.

Oh...

- Okay. - Let's hit it.

You want a party? You got yourself a party. Okay.

I can't believe you'd do that.

Hey, Birdlace!

Hey, Zaworsky!

This is Rose.

Hi, Rose.

Welcome to paradise, corporal.

Thank you, corporal.

- To the Four Bees! - And their ladies.

And their girls.

Semper fi!

That's only three B's.

Berzin, Benjamin, and Birdlace.

Well, my name's Buell. They just call me Okie.

You four have all been friends since boot camp?

No.

In boot camp, you line up according to height.

In ITR, that's infantry training after boot camp, it's alphabetical order.

So we were always lining up together.

Got to be pretty tight.

Pretty soon, everyone started calling us the Four Bees.

And, uh, we've stuck together since then.

So you got to be friends from standing in line?

Ha-ha.

Well, I'm very happy to have met you all. I really am.

Where's our fucking drinks?

- You guys really like to swear, don't you? - No. We like to drink.

No big thing, Rose. It's just words. After a while, you don't even hear it.

Don't mean shit.

Make room for another round.

No, I've already had two.

Honey, don't worry about it. It's just a mai tai.

It's a very weak drink.

Trust me. You won't get drunk.

Right. Drink up.

- I'll take another one of those doubles. - Everyone on the dance floor!

- Thanks. - Okay.

Gentlemen, I say we dance.

Right.

Yeah. Care to dance, Ms. Two Bears?

Come on, darling. Let's hit it.

All right, Ruth, let's see if we can make a little rainstorm.

Let's show them what we got.

- Are you mad at me? - No.

Well, you sure seem mad.

Rose, I'm happier than a two-peckered owl. It's the fucking waitress.

- Come on, Eddie. Let's dance. - Yeah.

Rose and I will be there in a minute. She has to finish her drink.

Come on, honey. Get off your ass and dance.

Got some tough competition out there, right?

- Having a good time, Corporal Bird Legs? - Yeah, yeah. Carry on, asshole.

Bird Legs?

It's just a nickname.

Waitress!

Don't drink any more.

Talk to me.

What kind of a bird is that?

It's a bluebird. It's supposed to be the bluebird of happiness, see?

It flies.

It carries me away from all the troubles and takes me to where it's all happy.

Crock of shit.

Does it ever work?

Let's get out of here.

I thought we were supposed to dance.

Rose, you're a nice girl. This is a fucked-up place.

I'd like to dance.

Come on.

Let's hit it, Bird Legs.

Yeah. Semper fi, do or die.

This one should be pulling a wagon.

Is that your mother?

What do you give her?

- Four. - Four?

Four? She's not even a woman, for chrissake.

Bullshit.

She's a fucking guy in drag. How can you give her a four?

I'll be a son of a bitch, that is a guy.

I'll give him a seven.

- You having a good time? - Oh, yes.

- You want to switch? - No.

- Well, what have we here? - Whoa.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- That son of a bitch. - Look at her.

Ow.

She's nice.

Well, gentlemen, I think we got a winner here.

- Berzin wins. - Big Berzin.

- Winner! - Ten.

Big ten.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

- Jesus. - Oh...

- How many points for that? - Honorable mention.

Here's the man!

Where's the money?

Unbelievable. She was unbelievable, man.

Where the fuck did you find her?

That's a top fucking secret.

Congratulations, you piece of shit.

God, was she butt-ugly.

It is a well-deserved win. That's four in a row.

Nobody in the entire fucking Marine Corps ever won four in a row.

Oh, I'd say I'm one lucky motherfucker.

You know what I think? I think you're one lucky motherfucker.

- No hard feelings, Benjamin. - Eat my ass.

Oh, fuck you too.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. Boy. Boy.

- Only 50? - Come on, Marcie.

- Cut me some slack. - Slack?

No. You find "slack" in the dictionary between "shit" and "syphilis."

What about the cab fare? I paid 8 bucks for that cab.

Berzin, this ain't the chaplain you're talking to.

You come to me for help. I help for half the money.

That was the deal. Don't give me shit about a fucking cab.

I'm not giving you fucking shit, you goddamn slut.

- Take your goddamn money. - You fucking asshole!

God...

You fucking jarheads.

You're all assholes.

What's wrong, Marcie?

The man's an asshole. That's what's wrong.

He comes to me, he says, "Hey, Gums, how'd you like to make 50 bucks

and you don't have to do nobody?"

I say, "Yeah? What's the catch?"

"No catch."

He tells me about this dogfight thing.

So I say, "Sure."

I even offer not to wear my teeth, right?

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Aw, shit. Never mind.

No. I'd like to hear.

It's not really as bad as it sounds, all right?

Free cocktail, free beer, and they got to be polite.

Those are the rules. They got to be polite.

- What rules? - The rules of the dogfight.

See, they each put in some money, like 50, 70, 75 bucks.

- Who does? - The assholes. The Marines.

And out of that, they rent the joint, pay for the food and the booze,

and the rest of the money goes to prize money.

The thing that gets me is, how great they think they look.

Ha! You ever seen such a pack of pukes in your whole life?

There's prize money?

That's right, honey.

The ugliest woman wins a hundred bucks for the guy who brings her.

I'm the ugliest, so I win.

Only, see, I ain't really that ugly.

You gotta see me when I'm really dressed up.

Oh, God. This is awful.

Marcie, you must feel terrible.

It's not so bad.

At least I got 50 bucks.

All you got was sick.

Hey!

- How you doing there, shitbird? - Good.

You just won honorable mention.

That's 26 bucks in prize money.

It's a good thing she puked up or we'd have to give it to Fector.

Yeah.

It's a hell of a lot better than a bayonet up your ass.

Always.

- Hey! - Don't you dare "hey" me.

You are a cruel, heartless, ignorant creep.

And if I were a man, I would beat you to a pulp.

Who gave you the right to treat people like this?

It's vicious.

All of you are just vicious.

I'm sorry!

How can you be sorry? You have no feelings.

You're just a worthless excuse for a human being.

- Hey, that's my shipmate! - Shut up, you creep!

Your apology means nothing to me.

Everything out of your mouth has been just rotten, dirty lies.

And I'm sorry that I've ever met you.

Okay.

God, what a bitch.

Where'd you find her?

- Jerk. - For chrissakes.

What the hell was that about?

Jesus Christ, Benjamin! You should be able to control your woman!

Rose?

What?

It's 8:30. What kind of a party ends so early?

I decided to come home early.

Did you have a good time?

Yeah. It was nice.

I'm gonna go practice my guitar.

Not too loud, okay?

Hey, watch yourself.

Repent!

Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit.

I love winning, corporal. It feels so fucking good.

Here. I got you a beer.

Quit eye-fucking me.

Jesus!

They got these fucking things timed.

First it stops just when she takes off her bra.

Now it stops just as she takes off her panties.

That really pisses me off.

Let's put on our hat.

Belly up to that holster.

You look like daddy's little cowgirl.

All right, now,

what's the most important thing to remember

during a Wild West shootout?

- Kill, kill, kill. - That's right.

Get in position. Line that son of a bitch up.

- Draw! - Kill! Kill! Kill!

Okie! What are you doing?

Excuse me, ma'am. I've got to talk to him.

- What the hell is going on? - The dogfight's over.

Forget about that shit.

Okay, now half-mast those skivvies.

Bitch! Fucking machine!

What, you just learn to walk?

Okie, give me another nickel.

- All right, but I get to see too. - Okay.

- I'm serious. - I'm serious. Give it to me.

Hey, where the fuck did Birdlace go?

He took off. Said he'd meet us at Navy Bill's.

If I don't see her ass in five minutes, I'm gonna hump you.

God! Whoa!

Rosie. What is it? Who's out there?

It's all right. It's just Captain.

Here.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Here.

Good boy. Yeah.

You're a big fucker, aren't you?

Yeah?

Want some?

Look at those ears.

Okay, easy. Ooh.

Ooh!

Motherfucker.

Oh, my...

What do you want?

Pretty hokey, isn't it?

I'm sorry. I thought you'd like it.

Did I win anything?

Nothing.

You were disqualified.

Liar.

Rose, I swear.

What about those other girls?

What about them?

What about their feelings?

Do you honestly think they have no feelings?

They didn't know anything about it, Rose.

Besides, you're different.

I've been to six different dogfights.

You're the first girl I ever tried to talk out of going.

You did not.

Yes, ma'am.

You don't remember? In front of the Nitelite?

I tried to stop you. And before dancing too.

Because when you dance, that's final judging.

That's crazy.

I don't understand you.

There's a lot of shit I don't understand, Rose.

I don't apologize, ever.

And I came all the fuck way back here to apologize.

And I don't understand that.

I wanted to take you out to dinner

and try to make things up to you if at all possible,

and I'm standing here now feeling like a goddamn idiot.

So fuck it.

If you don't want me around here and if I'm a pain in your ass,

just tell me to leave and I'm gone.

I want you to stop swearing.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, let's go to dinner.

But if this is some part of your dogfight, I'll kill you.

No, Rose, it's not. I promise.

It's just you and I at a nice joint having a nice dinner.

We won't ever mention this dogfight again.

Roger that.

It'll just be like a regular date.

Just two regular people on a regular date.

Right.

Well, knowing Birdlace, he's probably out looking for action.

Speaking of action...

Can you believe it?

Two beautiful women like that lost to a detachment of deck apes!

Well, I thought I smelled squid shit.

I smell it.

How'd you like to eat my shit, huh?

Fucking jarhead.

Fight! Fight!

Market and Powell.

- Do we get off here? - Yeah.

I think I know a place. Uh...

Here.

We can do better.

Eddie, this is a nice restaurant.

We can do better.

- Can I help you? - Yeah.

Excuse me. Dinner for two.

Do you have a reservation?

Yes, my secretary called in. Gilmore?

Not that that should matter, being there's plenty of room, as I see.

Yes, sir, there is,

but I'm afraid that unless you have a jacket, I can't seat you.

I'm wearing a jacket.

You're wearing a windbreaker, sir.

I was speaking of a dinner jacket, or at least a tie and a sports coat.

Couldn't you just put us in the back, in the corner, out of the way?

It's my last night stateside, and I wanted to take my girl out to dinner.

I'm sorry, sir, but it's a rule strictly enforced.

Well, uh, thank you.

That man's a prick!

He was doing his job.

Bullshit. Just like a second lieutenant,

give them a little power and they'll roll in it like dogs in shit.

Makes them feel like wolves instead of the stupid fucking lapdog that he is.

I'm gonna burn his ass.

Eddie, what is the problem?

I thought we were supposed to have a nice, normal date.

Oh, there's no problem.

Just a man with a mission.

What kind of mission?

You and me against the pricks.

Are you with me?

It has just been the craziest night.

Eddie's grandfather dies, and we're headed for midnight mass.

Put that back where it belongs.

Eddie just doesn't have appropriate funeral wear in his closet.

I understand you, but it's late. We were asleep.

I know, and I'm very sorry. It's just...

We would just like one jacket so that Eddie can look his best.

- Please, darling, hurry. - Okay, darling.

I'm hurrying as fast as possible.

Eddie's having trouble making decisions. He's a little shook up.

What the hell's going on?

They're going to a funeral.

I tell you, Rose. That was outstanding bullshit.

I was really impressed.

It wasn't easy with you throwing the jacket all over.

Good evening.

Dinner for two, please.

Thanks.

- Oh, look. It's so nice, so clean. - Shh!

Rose, what do you think of this one?

Hey, friendly. Over here.

This will be just fine, thanks.

Please.

It's my pleasure.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

You've been so wonderful. Here, this is for you. A buck.

- That won't be necessary, sir. - Please, I insist!

You're worth a buck, now, isn't he?

See? You are worth a buck.

Thank you so much for your time and effort, sir.

Just wait till I'm through with him.

He not gonna know whether to shit or go blind.

Eddie, you've had your fun. Why do you have to do this?

What? Listen, Rose.

Someone dumps on me 5 pounds, I dump back 50, all right?

I'm not through with that jackoff yet.

Okay. If you're gonna spend the night making him miserable, I'm going home.

- What? - Yeah, I'm serious.

What are you talking about?

We came here to have a nice dinner, and I'd like some respect from that man.

You deserve respect too.

We're paying like everyone else in this fucking joint.

That's how you get respect?

People are such goddamn idiots.

I know they are.

But what's the point of spending all your time and energy

trying to get even with everybody that makes you angry?

Because it feels great. Feels fucking great, especially...

And what's the point of every word out of your mouth being a curse word?

- Well, are you ready to order now? - No.

Yes, goddamn it.

I'm going to have the fucking poached salmon

with the son-of-a-bitching rice

and a dirty-bastard salad

with a shitload of Roquefort dressing.

Thank you.

And who knows what this asshole wants?

Uh...

I'll just take a fucking beer.

Thank you.

- That's all you're gonna have, a beer? - Yeah.

You must be starved.

No, I'm not starved.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

I'll just put this over here for now.

- Poached salmon and rice pilaf. - Mmm.

Oh, this is beautiful. Isn't this beautiful, Eddie?

Yeah. That looks good, real good.

See, you are hungry.

Why didn't you order anything?

I couldn't pay for it.

I mean, I can pay for that, and I can pay for this,

but that's all till payday.

What's that for?

What are you doing?

- Thanks. - Mm-hm.

- I'm gonna hit the head. - Okay, I'll wait outside.

I know-- I know that he was so rude to you.

I know.

But I don't think it's fair to prejudge people

on how they look or how they're dressed.

Don't you think?

Mmm.

Thank you.

So, what are you grinning about?

I was wondering what you'd look like with your hair a little longer

and without that bruise on your face.

Well, not much better, that's for sure.

We've got a saying, "Shot at and missed, shit at and hit."

That's me.

Ooh. So I should, uh, take you home soon.

Right? It's kind of late.

I don't know.

I feel like walking. You feel like walking?

Sure.

- Thanks for dinner. - Ah, you're so welcome.

- It was really nice. - Yeah.

It's probably the most frigging expensive meal I ever had.

So we had to relocate to Missouri.

As soon as I got there, I tried to join the Air Force,

but their recruiter was out to lunch.

So the Marine Corps recruiter sees me pacing there in the post office and says:

"Eleanor Roosevelt was talking about you."

- And as-- - Eleanor Roosevelt?

Yeah. So I say, "Oh, that's quite a trick, seeing as she's dead."

The recruiter says, "Well, she said it before she died.

She called you an oversexed, overtrained, underfed, underpaid killing machine."

I thought he was crazy, so I asked him, I said:

"What the hell are you talking about?"

And he says, "She was talking about Marines.

And you sure as hell look like a Marine to me."

And I thought that was pretty neat.

So I, uh, bolted home, got the old man, brought him back,

and he signed those papers so damn fast, he nearly sprained his wrist.

I was a little shit back then, but I was only 16.

I don't think you're a little shit.

Gee, thanks.

There you go. It's a beauty!

Out-fucking-standing.

I mean, out-fucking-standing!

Now, me next.

Okay, and remember,

exact same bee on the exact same spot for him.

Gotcha.

Oh, and remember, there's another one of us coming.

Birdlace, he ain't here yet, but exact same thing for him.

Same spot and same bee.

Yeah, yeah.

'Cause there's four of us in all, you know.

Four B's.

There's, uh, Birdlace and Berzin. My name's Buell--

Ow! Goddamn it, Okie!

Leave the fucking guy alone, for Christ's sakes!

He's Benjamin.

Eddie, will I get to see you some more?

I don't know. You want to?

Yeah.

Okay.

Then I'll take you out as soon as I get back.

Get back from where?

Well, I'm shipping out first thing tomorrow morning.

Going overseas.

Where are you going?

Okinawa.

But I'm aiming for this other place.

It's a little country near India called Vietnam.

Yeah, I think I read about it.

- Aren't they fighting there or something? - No, not really.

We'll just be there as advisers

to teach them how to take care of the commies.

That could be dangerous.

Nah. Kick a little ass, take a few names.

Be back in a couple of months.

Eddie, why didn't you just tell me before that you were leaving?

I thought it would sound like bullshit,

you know, something just to say to get into your... skivvies.

Would you mind if I wrote you?

Me? Hell, no. That would be great.

Do you want to go to this club in North Beach called the Still Life Cafe?

I wanna sing there one day,

and when I write about it, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, we don't have to. I just-- I thought it'd be nice.

But if you have to get back to the base, that's okay.

No. Long as I'm back for formation first thing in the morning, it's fine.

Okay.

- You got to write me too. - I will.

Yeah, you don't seem much like the letter-writing kind.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

I just don't like blood.

Look, sorry. I can't help it.

Sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

- You'll be done soon, right? - Real soon.

It's looking nice, huh?

It's great. I can't believe we finally did it.

We've been talking about getting these bees for two months.

Here you go.

- It's a bee. - Yeah.

- It's my bee. - Looks good.

Nice, huh?

My bee is smiling.

Hey, Berzin. Does your bee have a smile on his face?

He's got a huge grin. I don't think that's me.

Did you see the tits on this broad?

Nice pair.

It's gonna look the same, right? Exact same bee, exact same spot?

Perfect.

Ever been with somebody with a pair of tits like that?

- Sure. Haven't you? - Yeah, sure.

I think it looked great. I like the smile.

- Really? - Yes.

Okay. Heh.

Hey, Okie. How you doing over here?

No sweat.

Where's fucking Birdlace? It's his turn.

Very soon.

If Birdlace doesn't show up, I'm gonna get his for him.

So Jim Swain doesn't exist,

and you don't know who Woody Guthrie is or Pete Seeger.

No. In fact, the only folk singers I know is Peter, Paul, and Mary.

Hey, look, there they are now.

Very funny.

Peter, Paul, and Mary are not real folk singers.

- No? - No.

Real folk singers write their own stuff, say what's on their minds.

They're the ones who can make things happen.

How's that?

Their music can change the world.

If you wanna change the world, Rose,

why don't you join the Marines and start shooting?

Shooting changes things real quick.

I can't believe you just said that.

- Well, I just did. - That's ridiculous!

Shooting doesn't solve anything.

You shoot at people, what, you got people shooting back at you.

When you sing to people, your message goes straight to the soul.

You open up a whole new point of view. You disarm them.

All I know is that President Kennedy is sending troops

across the big waters to make some changes,

and he certainly didn't issue them no guitars.

Well, there are people who do use music over aggression.

Have you ever heard the song "We Shall Overcome"?

What's so funny? What--?

Why are you laughing?

- I'm not laughing. - Yes, you are.

You think this is some joke?

I bet you've never even heard of this song.

Bullshit. Berzin goofs on it all the time.

Oh, that's funny.

All that proves is your friend Berzin is not only a cheat but a complete moron.

Well, what are you talking about?

Hey, Rose!

You just met the guy and you're calling him a cheat?

He is a cheat.

He didn't find Marcie. He hired her.

- He even told her not to wear her teeth! - Oh, come on.

He did. I overheard them fighting about it.

He was trying to chisel her out of her share,

so he's not only a cheat and a moron, he's a cheapskate.

- That son of a bitch! - Aw.

Hey! Hold it! Hold it!

What's going on here?

I ain't gonna spend my last few hours stateside arguing with you.

Especially you. I like you.

Damn it.

I'm sorry if, uh--

I'm sorry if I upset you in any way.

That song is just very important to me,

and I don't like to see it ridiculed like that.

I understand that. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry, so shut up.

Thank you, but I'm really, really sorry, so you shut up.

- It's four times. - Four or five times, I think.

Yeah, I think just give us the word, and we're there.

Just the two of you?

- Just the two of us. - Just for now.

- She sings, I play and-- - Hi, Bob.

I'm just gonna show him around, okay?

- Sure. - Okay.

Where'd you play?

Okay. We played over at Rudy's a couple of weeks ago,

and they really dug us...

So this is it.

- Well, it's interesting. It's nice. - Yeah.

You ever sing here?

No.

I'm waiting for my hair to get a little longer

and write my own stuff, then I'll be ready to hoot.

- Hoot? - Hoot.

- What's that? - Short for "hootenanny."

Every Tuesday night,

anybody can come up onstage and sing,

and if Bob likes them, then he might ask them back

or give them a gig or something.

- Why don't you sing something? - What?

Yeah, sing something,

like that song you sang earlier at the cafe.

I don't know that song very well.

That's okay. I just wanna see you up there.

Um...

Well, you've got the stage, you've got me as the audience,

so why don't you just sing?

Please?

Okay.

Oh, I don't know piano all that well.

Well, that's okay.

- Look, I'll just play it very simply. - That's fine.

Okay.

Um...

Um...

Rose, lock your eyes on their numbskulls and brain them!

Yeah!

See, I think that you're gonna like this a lot.

Advertisers have found that the women of America

are keenly interested in the type of soap they use.

In fact, the men of America have a keen interest in the product

and how it is used also.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

The outboard motor has brought a renewed interest

in water sports in this country.

Outstanding liberty, isn't it?

Out-fucking-standing.

I guess I should go 'cause you gotta get up real early in the morning.

Yeah. You too.

Yeah.

So I'll just leave now.

Or... you could come in for a minute.

You think so?

Yeah, for a little while, if you want.

I'd love to.

Okay. Let's go.

Okay.

Shh.

Is she sleeping?

Yeah, she always sleeps with the TV on.

- Do you wanna hear some music? - Sure.

Who are these people?

Okay.

Okay, this is Malvina Reynolds.

She's the one who wrote the song that I sang today.

And-- And that's Woody Guthrie.

And that's Pete Seeger.

That's Joan Baez.

She's my favorite.

And there's Bob Dylan.

You know him. Right?

And that's Odetta. Oh, she has the most beautiful voice.

And, sorry, no pictures of Jim Swain.

Do you wanna play musical Bingo?

- Sure. - Okay.

It's really fun.

Okay.

Um...

Okay, you can be the maestro.

And you've got 12 chips.

Here, you can count those out.

And I'll get 12, and...

Is this like Bingo?

Mm-hm. It's just, it's a musical Bingo.

I can't play Bingo.

- No? - No.

Okay.

- We don't have to play Bingo. Mmm. - No.

- Is this okay? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Maybe I should change.

Maybe.

- Should I change? - Mm-hm.

Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay, I'll change.

Oh, my nightgown.

And I'll just-- I'll go in here. I'll change.

You look good.

You look real good.

Thank you.

Sorry, the bed's small.

- Can't we just...? - Mm-hm.

Here's my address.

You can write if you want.

Take care of yourself.

Okay.

Bye-bye, Eddie.

Bye.

How about a dime for coffee?

Corporal Birdlace reporting for duty!

- Where the hell you been? - Yeah?

I don't know. I forget.

I look a hell lot better than you. What happened?

Oh, we had a pisser of a time.

Tangled assholes with some squid,

went to a skin flick, met a very sensitive woman.

Yeah, she did the three of us for 10 bucks,

and before that, we got us this here tattoo.

- A bee? - Check it out.

A bee for the four B's. What do you think?

I like it. It's nice.

Berzin got yours for you.

Show him, Ber.

Fuck off!

That's pretty.

You owe me a bee.

Attention, all military personnel.

The Navy shuttle for Treasure Island will depart...

Let's go.

So you gonna tell us or what?

Spit it out, Birdlegs.

I told her I wouldn't tell no one.

Come on, you asshole! We'd tell you.

You gotta keep it down 'cause she was married--

Married? She was married, you fuck! She was married!

Outstanding, Corporal Birdlace. Out-fucking-standing.

Boy, you know the drill. What they say, married's best.

"They don't tell. They don't swell."

- Good-looking? - Oh, yeah.

- Thirty-two, blond, built like-- - Thirty-two?

Jeez, what are you? Some kind of grandma fucker?

With a grandmother that looked like this, you bet your ass.

She was real good-looking.

She couldn't get enough.

Her old man didn't give her much attention. Probably a fag.

What do you expect from a lieutenant commander in personnel?

An officer's wife? That's out-fucking-standing!

You know what, Berzin?

I think you and me are full of shit.

Come on, Birdlace. What's your beef?

That toothless sack of shit that you took to the party, the dogfight,

that was a setup, right?

What makes you think that?

I wasn't out with the officer's wife last night.

I was out with Rose. She told me.

I figured she was gonna do that.

I saw you with her last night in Chinatown, by the way.

While those guys were getting our bees put on.

Are you shitting me? Fucking A.

I won't tell them.

Just like you're not gonna tell them I fixed the fight, right?

How'd we get to be so full of shit like this?

I mean, how do we become these fucking idiots?

I was sitting here, thinking about it, and...

Oh, fuck it. I guess I don't know what started it all.

- Yeah. Forget about it. - Right.

- Just go back to sleep. - Right.

Ain't worth it.

So you won the dogfight fair and square,

and I was dating the officer's wife for one night.

Roger that, corporal.

Bullshit.

- See what I mean? - I do.

Let me tell you something about bullshit. It's everywhere.

You hit me with a little, I buy it.

- I hit you with a little, you buy it. - Right.

That doesn't make us idiots.

That's what makes us buddies.

We buy what the Corps hands out, and that's what makes us Marines.

And the Corps is buying all the bullshit from President Kennedy,

and President Kennedy is buying all the bullshit

- from everybody in the U.S. of fucking-A. - Right.

And that's what makes us Americans.

- It's still bullshit. - Right.

And we're in it up to our goddamn lips, buddy.

See what I'm saying?

Berzin, you can make sense out of anything.

I don't know if I'm making sense...

but this makes a hell of a lot of sense to me, boy.

There's no bullshit in this.

Jesus!

Very fucking charming, Okie.

Very fucking charming.

Now, was that the Okie aroma I smell?

Hey, Birdshit, tell me again, was she a fox or what?

- What? - You know, the officer's wife.

How good-looking was she? Tell me.

All right, tell him.

I'll tell you this, you sorry son of a bitch.

She was so fine, you'd be happy to do a low crawl through a fucking minefield

just to smell the tires on the laundry truck

hauling away her skivvies.

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Whoa!

- Come on, come on. - Get off of me!

- Come on! - Watch my hair!

- Daley? - Here.

- Erlich? - Here.

- Baily? - Here.

- Riker? - Here.

- Glickman? - Here.

- Sampson? - Here.

- Sarnof? - Here.

- Tate? - Here.

NBC's Bob MacNeil on the line now with a report.

Please go ahead, Bob.

White House Press Secretary Malcolm Kilduff has just announced

that President Kennedy...

died at approximately 1:00 Central Standard Time,

which was about 35 minutes ago.

- After being shot at... - After being shot...

- ...by an unknown assailant... - ...by an unknown assailant...

...during a motorcade drive through downtown Dallas.

...during a motorcade drive through downtown Dallas.

- The president died... - The president died...

- ...approximately 25 minutes... - ...approximately 25 minutes...

I'll see your four and raise you... five.

Y'all wanna hear a joke?

That's it. I won.

- What's this shit? - Birdlegs, just play.

- Wanna hear a joke? - What are you trying to pull?

- You think I'm stupid? - Let him tell the joke.

- Tell the joke! - What'd the ghost say to the bee?

I don't know.

Boo, bee! Boo, bee!

Boo, bee! That's pretty good.

That's real funny, Okie.

I've been... hit.

- I've been hit. - Oh, come on!

I've been hit!

- I've been hit! - My fucking arms!

I've been hit! Benjamin!

- He's dead! - He's dead! The motherfucker's dead!

Where's Benjamin?!

Eddie, don't you fucking give up on me!

San Francisco.

Watch your step getting off.

Hey, man. How many babies did you kill?

- He had a scorpion on his back. - Scorpion?

A tattoo, like this big:

It was one of those T-shirts with no sleeves.

How you doing?

Let me have a CC and water.

- Yeah, I think Karl wants one too. - Right.

I can't afford one. Give me a raise.

Yeah.

That'll be a buck 10.

- Keep the change. - Thanks.

That's nice. Does it do anything?

- What? - The bluebirds.

It didn't take me where it was supposed to, but it still flies.

We were just talking about tattoos. Whoa!

Nice bees.

Oh, you just get them?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I got one that dances.

Man doesn't want to see your belly, Karl.

Did I show him, Hock? Did I? All I said is, I got one that dances.

Believe me, it's no big deal.

Let me see it.

You get it? Belly dancer?

Hey, I got it from T.J.

- You ever been to T.J.? - Yeah.

I got this one in Diego after I got out of boot camp.

You a Marine?

Yes, sir.

- Vietnam? - Yeah.

Yeah. Bummer.

No charge on that, Karl.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Boy, things have really changed around here.

Yeah, you can say that again.

You ain't kidding.

Rose still run that place across the street? The cafe?

There've been a couple of Roses.

Yeah, but I think they're grooming the granddaughter for it now.

Yeah, I think I've seen the granddaughter before.

- She's chubby? - Chubby?

She ain't no prize.

Like, you're some kind of winner, huh, Karl?

Oh, yeah. I'm a lover.

A lover?

Rose?

Hi.

Hi.