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Hackett.

Report all fuel loaded.

'Abandoning other equipment as ordered.'

Yes, sir.

B for broad to Hell 5. B for broad to Hell 5. Over.

How much does that make it?

Let's say, 379 on the ship, 20 on the barge, 18 here.

That's seven carry the one..

417, sir.

417.

You should be at Harvard. How come we got him?

Okay, kid. Take her away, but easy.

- Yes, sir. - We better go check the dumps.

See if there's anything that should be destroyed.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, airways headquarters.

Hmm, okay. Go on up, give Briscoe a hand.

Okay, take it away.

Gook plane!

Dennison, up the road.

Gook plane. Get it under cover.

- What's wrong? - Plane!

- But what do you want me to... - Jump!

Dennison!

Get out! Get out!

I didn't hear the plane.

Honest to God, I didn't hear it.

- If I had, I'd... - Knock it off.

Nobody could have done anything, kid. Nobody.

Now hold it.

You get near when the next barrel explodes..

Let's go, kid.

Come on.

But don't you think we ought to do something?

Like what?

Fly past, blow taps, drop a wreath?

Reading too many books, that's not enough

left of him to fill an ashtray.

Look, I'm sorry. I mean if I...

- Nobody's blamin' you, kid. - If I had seen the plane, I...

Nobody's blamin' you. That's yesterday's war.

There's nothing you can do about it now. Get you, come on.

Come on, let's go.

Shouldn't we check out those two gooks?

The way they hit, what's to check?

One chute open.

Our job is to move that gas out of here.

Let's move.

Never mind, Mr. Svenson. The soldier's gonna get him.

Aye, aye, sir.

Okay, throw it.

Well, them gooks won't be able to use anything around here.

Is he dead?

Almost.

But I got him breathing again.

Very good. Okay, Hack, market's down.

We're gonna get him a merit badge.

Who told you to save him?

I saw him floating.

I had to do something.

Okay. Drag him in.

- Kaskevitch. - Yes, sir.

Check them once again to make sure there is no leakage.

Then hose them down to avoid the fumes.

Aye, sir.

Okay.

'Take it away.'

He'll be alright.

Hackett, throw him in the brig.

Mr. Briscoe.

The terms of my charter called for me

to pick up Lieutenant Troy, you three, a cargo of gasoline

but, uh, nothing about a prisoner.

Look, you wanna throw him overboard?

Be my guest.

He is your responsibility.

There's room in your cabin for four. Keep him with you.

That lousy gook sleeps in with us?

Mr. Svenson..

Prepare for sea.

'When the barge is scuttled, we'll get under way.'

'Winkler, show them their cabin.'

Aye aye, sir.

'Hey, first get that radio.'

This goes to the bridge.

Oh, it does, huh?

Schmidt, take this to the bridge, please.

Captain, that radio is military equipment.

But this is not a military vessel.

Under the charter of the United Nations, yes

but still a merchant ship.

So I run things here. Not you, not your army. Me.

The radio stays here.

I'd like to contact the headquarters.

Mr. Briscoe, come in here, please.

We are here.

And our destination, your headquarter is here.

And all these islands, many, many islands, yours, theirs

we have no way of knowing, which is which.

An attack can come form any one of those.

Thanks for the briefing, but I got orders

to make contact as soon as we're on the way.

We can't be advertising our position every moment.

At best, this will be like treading our way

through broken glass barefoot.

You think that's tough?

You try explaining to Colonel Walsh

why I didn't contact the headquarters.

You will, later.

And you may use our radio, but when I permit it.

It's alright. Take this, take some more.

A hot meal, you will be alright.

I'll be alright with a hot meal too.

Let him get a goodnight sleep, huh?

Shall I sing to him?

- Here. - No, thanks.

You may need it.

We need it, we'll ask for it.

Oh, uh, we've cleared land

so you can contact your headquarters now.

Oh, thanks.

Smoking only in the cabin and on the fantail.

Fantail?

Well, you walk as far as..

I mean, you walk as far back as you can

if you don't hear a splash, that's the fantail.

One more thing, when we carry high octane

topside is the safest place in case of air attack.

I didn't notice any gun turrets up there.

Well, that would make it a combat vessel.

There's more money in being a civilian.

And sometimes more danger.

Anyway, guns or no guns

when you hear the warning, come topside on the double.

On the double. Do you hear that? Especially you.

They wouldn't want anything to happen to you, baby.

I don't think he understands.

Well, then I'll say it real slow like.

Now look, at the first sound of an air raid signal

all passengers are to proceed topside in one hell of a hurl

you miserable, stupid, lousy gook.

You're a miserable lousy gook, huh? Huh? Yeah?

See, he understands, huh? Yeah.

You better tie him. They're pretty crafty.

Let's go, Hack.

Keep an eye on him, just in case.

Hey, you heard him, smoking in the cabin or on the fantail.

Come on.

Look, I've got to do it.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

B for broad to Hell 5.

Hell 5, do you read me? Do you read me? Over.

'Hell 5 to B for broad.'

'Been reading you since 1000 hours.'

When he answers us.

Could not acknowledge due to severe air attack. Report. Over.

Cargo stowed, under way proceeding at..

How fast are we going?

Eight knots, but we are running in an evasive course

so say, uh, four knots average.

Evasive course averaging four knots.

Four knots?

B for broad, hear this, Major Chun speaking.

Republic Korea Army.

Who is in command there? Over.

Uh, Sergeant P.J. Briscoe, sir.

I'd like to talk to Colonel Walt, sir. Over.

'Headquarter suffered a direct hit.'

'It's impossible to even find Colonel Walsh's dog tag.'

Briscoe, this is an order.

Deliver cargo as fast as possible.

Damage and casualties..

'Repeat, casualties may throw along defense of this position'

'highly doubtful.'

'Do you read me? Over.'

Uh, I read you, sir. Ove..

Oh, one thing more, uh, request instruction.

We're holding a prisoner. Over.

Sergeant, they just bombed the hospital and the school.

And after it was over, the civilians broke into

the stockade and killed every prisoner.

'And they'll do the same to yours if you bring him in.'

'Over.'

Do I read you right, sir? Over.

You read me. Get rid of that prisoner.

Over and out.

Over and out the man says.

He don't fool around.

I bet that gook was in that raid.

Yeah, his engine was smokin'.

You, uh, expect to carry out that order?

What the hell business is it of yours?

You do whatever you have to do.

But don't involve us.

This is a ship of Finnish registry, neutral.

Yeah, I know.

Tomorrow you'll be carrying oil for the enemy. Neutral.

Kill him? I don't believe it.

Look, kid, there's two people in this world

you should always believe, your mother and your sarge.

And remember them both in your prayers. Huh, Hack?

- Right. - Where's that razor?

- Hey, use mine. - Yours?

'That's like not shaving at all.'

Ah, this is how you tell the men from the boys.

Yeah, if you don't stand too close to it as a boy

you get to be a man.

You are gonna carry out the order?

Nineteen years in the army, got a perfect record.

No black marks. Not even for a wrinkle bit.

I'm keeping it that way, 'cause next April I'm out..

'...on a lifetime pension.'

That means so much to you that you'd..

- Yeah. - Not even 40 years old.

The rest of his life to knock around.

Never have to work again to get paid for it.

Man, he's got it made.

You think I'm gonna risk insubordination

for one lousy gook?

- Think again. - He happens to be a prisoner.

Hack, he happens to be prisoner.

When we rid at Nantang, we found that Turk outfit.

They weren't quite as tall as they should have been.

Remember?

'Cause they had their heads chopped off.

They happened to be prisoners, too.

It doesn't make it right for us.

Look, if there's any stink later

it's the rock major's fault. He gave the order.

I'm just a poor little sergeant who had to carry it out.

Look, if you can speak any English at all

you better speak now, understand?

I'm trying to help you, understand?

Dennison..

Maybe there's something you ought to understand.

Colonel Walsh was killed this morning in an air attack.

Your little buddy here was blasting

the hell out of headquarters

before he paid us that little visit.

Oh, you don't believe me. Well, ask him! Ask him!

- He doesn't understand English. - Don't bet on it.

They're plenty crafty.

Anybody understands a razor at his throat.

Look, kid, if this is gonna make you nervous

maybe we ought to get it over with now.

Holy mackerel!

Well, the captain's compliments.

Hey, Hackett, get a load of this civilian grub.

Beef bordelaise.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Petit pois a la française.

Uh, beef, uh..

- This is a beef bordelaise. - Oh.

You will find that the captain runs a very civilized ship.

What's that mean, if you can't pronounce it

you don't get to eat it?

We're gonna starve.

That's alright. We'll take care of that.

Yeah, yeah, I'll set the table.

Uh, would you bring the coffee

as soon as you get a chance?

Thank you very much.

Hey... the captain runs a civilized ship.

Nobody comes to the table like a slob.

- Oh, yeah. - Now, come on.

Oh, I forgot, you're growing a beard

you don't have to shave.

Hey, Hackett, if anybody ever told me it's possible

to grow a luxurious beard like that in only 12 days..

I wouldn't believe.

You know, last week it was only this long.

Come on. Get with it.

- Uh, hey, sarge, uh... - Hmm?

- What about the.. - Put it down.

That man's entitled to at least one last meal, ain't he?

Sure.

He's your friend. Untie him.

Ooh la la!

Saint Germaine, my.. It's pea soup.

- The frankfurter's in there? - I don't know.

They usually go to the bottom.

It's pretty good. Come on. Ask him to sit down!

Hack, it's big enough for the check.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah, yeah.

You've never picked up a check as long as I know you.

What do you mean? What about that time at Busan?

- There I pick up the... - Shh!

We don't argue in front of our guest.

Sit down, Mr. Gook.

Damn good.

He's got two hands.

He's too stupid to eat.

Before you said he was crafty.

So?

Well, how can he be crafty and stupid at the same time?

Because that's the way gooks are.

Gamsahabnida.

Yeah, gamsahabnida to you too.

Mm. You like it, huh?

Better than rice, huh? It's good.

You know my old lady used to fix this.

Beef Bordeaux.

Even better.

- You know something? - Hmm?

Three times we had mail call and you didn't get anything.

- So? - Nothing.

No, go ahead. Say it. What?

Before you said another year and you'll retire on a pension.

- Yeah. - What are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna open a home for unwed mothers.

What am I gonna do?

No, I-I meant, where's your home?

'Where are you going back to?'

Whack-whack. Look, do me a favor. Eat!

Damn savage, look at him.

You decided yet? How we do it? When we do it?

Hmm?

Right after dinner.

Where?

'What do you mean, where?'

- Right here? - Why not?

- He'll bleed. - So? We mop it up.

What's the matter? You don't like the beef Bordeaux?

Hey, you tell.. Oh, it's you.

Enjoying your meal, gentlemen?

You civilian do alright. Good grub.

Yeah, and the carrots are really good.

The steward was busy, and, uh, this is such an excellent wine.

I thought I'd bring it down myself.

Ah, that's nice of you.

Oh, sorry, a little cork.

"A little cork."

He doesn't drink.

A newly acquired habit I assume.

Well, he's not supposed to drink, that's all.

Do you?

No.

Would you like some, uh, uh, you don't mind, do you?

It's against their religion, ain't it?

No. No, it's Muhammadans who don't drink alcohol.

This kid knows everything.

Except maybe a little detail like how to win a war, huh?

Hey, uh, drink. It's good.

See? You wasted a good wine on a gook.

Strange.

He doesn't like my wine, and it makes me... unhappy. Why?

'Because anyone who disagrees with us'

makes us uncertain in some way.

And thus becomes our enemy.

It's the sickness of this century that

everyone must be right, and everyone else wrong.

Oh, this is a fine wine. No wonder they say...

Thanks for the wine, captain.

Oh, I'm sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to intrude.

You have some military business to take care of, hmm?

Gives you a glass of wine and you've to listen to his speech.

What's eating you?

Him?

Look, Dennison..

Human life means nothing to them.

Not even their own.

That's not true.

Oh, it isn't, huh?

Not according to the book.

Did you hear that, Hack, "Not according to the book."

Okay, wise guy.

Yeah, I'd figured you'd have one in your library.

Read it.

Where do you want me to start?

From the beginning.

"Pocket guide to Korea."

Out loud. And on your feet.

"Prepared by the Office

"of Armed Forces Information and Education.

Department of Defense."

- Very funny. Turn the page. - Oh, look, sarge...

Turn the page.

"Geography, there are mountains galore, Korea is a mountain..."

Man, you get that language? For our fighting men

"There are mountains galore."

The jerk who wrote that stuff never had to haul his butt

up and down those cruddy mountains, huh, Hack?

Probably got battle fatigue

just from changing typewriter ribbons.

Right. Mountains galore.

Then they wonder why these kids don't know how to fight.

Do you think that's the worst?

Listen to this.

Oh, the climate is similar to ours.

I'm so glad. Too bad we didn't bring our bathing suits.

Oh! Hack, a populous land.

Populous?

They can't say crowded.

Wh..

Wh..

What do you think a fish would do?

- Swim? - No!

Not in Korea.

Fish abound.

And according to the book.

There's something you forgot.

'Oh, I'm sure I did.'

- People. - Now don't bug me, kid.

"The Koreans are a Mongoloid people.

"Distinct from, yet resembling

"both the Chinese and the Japanese.

"They possess straight postures.

'"And with their high cheek bones and lofty foreheads'

"are a graceful proud race.

"They are extremely hospitable and friendly.

"And for centuries have practiced

ceremonious politeness."

Like burning lieutenants alive.

They found a target and unloaded.

- That's orders. - We got orders too!

You were hitting smokey.

All you had to do was ditch that flamer.

No, got to kill!

'So you get Troy.'

Just like you got Crespy and Austin.

You gooks would rather kill than live.

Okay, gook, have it your way.

His bone is not broken.

Ask the steward for my kit.

Apply pressure.

Are you going to do it?

'Because if you are, I won't waste the penicillin.'

I'm gonna carry out orders.

We have to buy this in the black market in Singapore.

It's expensive.

What's the matter? The price just go down?

I just figured that, uh, in case you change your mind

'there's no sense in having a sick prisoner on board.'

The steward will be here to clean all of this up.

Goodnight, gentleman.

I'll look in on him in the morning.

He'll look in on him in the morning.

He's gonna find a dead man.

But why do we have to?

Do you mean, after this..

After seeing what happened, do you mean we...

Not we. I was gonna do it.

- You wouldn't let me. Okay. - Oh, look, sarge...

Kid, I ain't lookin', I ain't listenin'.

I'm just givin' an order.

Do it.

Go behind the deck.

Report when the job is done.

Look, am I riding that kid?

- Now be honest with me. Am I? - Listen...

You know, after everything I tried to do for him.

Alright, alright, I know. Shoving that gun in his hand.

You think I like doin' that?

I had to. That's for his own good.

Someday he'll realize.

I'm soft, he's soft, and he's soft, he's dead.

But I'm not riding him.

Oh, if it's like my old man, I can understand it.

Never said a good word to me in his whole life.

No matter what I did, how I tried, never.

Well, I just do one thing wrong and pow, a boot in the butt

and out of the house.

- I don't treat him like that. - You don't...

When he does something good, I pat him on the back.

Good work, kid. How many times you heard me say that?

Most sergeants wouldn't bother.

But you know, Hack.

How come when there's an air raid, I'm always next to him?

Shovin' him under cover.

Pulling him in to a shell hole

when ain't got brains enough to save himself.

But when he pushes my hand

when I'm trying to carry out orders..

I can't let him get away with it.

Smoke?

Look, you've got to understand.

If you don't, I can't..

I can't..

Is that a fact?

Did I give you an order?

Run a night school for gooks?

Well..

I won't do it.

It isn't right.

If I gave you an order, it's right.

You don't get away with this.

He's got to do it.

You know, you're trouble, kid.

You get a bad case of..

Yeah.

I'm tryin' to teach you to..

Think like a soldier, act like one.

We act like one.

So when it comes time to kill, it's automatic, him or me.

Him or me, and it don't matter who him is.

You're a soldier.

- I gave you an order. - But he's a prisoner.

With the other way around, he'd kill you.

Well, if we're gonna be like them...

And what are we fighting for?

That's right.

Oh, boy.

You know, the first time I've ever heard that?

Guadalcanal.

Kid named Herb Solomon.

Nice kid.

Always making jokes about how

Guadalcanal is really his anyhow

because it belongs to the Solomon Islands.

Tough kid too.

'We were there four weeks, maybe five and one night'

we're sent out on a patrol, just two of us.

I can see right away that kid ain't the same that night.

So when we stopped in the dark to take a look around

I said, "What gives?"

"Yom Kippur," he says.

'I think maybe he's going Jap on me'

'Turns out it's some kind of Jewish holiday.'

A big one, Day of Atonement.

And he says, "I sure would hate to kill anybody tonight."

I don't pay much attention till we surprised

one of the outpost and captured a prisoner.

And I'm for killing him quietly right then and there.

He never says no.

'And when I say that's what they do to us'

he says, "Well, if we're gonna be like them

then what are we fighting for?"

Well..

I let myself be conned into taking him back.

Only we don't get back.

Moving in a jungle, it's dark.

I get a feeling I'm alone.

I call out "Herb, kid." Nothing.

I moved back... to find him.

Throat slit, eyes open, staring up at the sky.

That Jap booby trapped him.

Now what can I do?

Say, Happy Yom Kippur, kid.

Can't even bury him.

So I go back alone and..

All the time I keep thinkin' to myself

if it isn't a holiday

that kid kills with the best of them.

'He turned soft just one time..'

'...he's dead.'

Killing a man out of combat is murder.

Orders are no orders.

Look, kid..

You got to choose between being tough or being big.

And between being Briscoe and being Solomon?

Yeah.

If that's the way you want it, yeah.

Then Happy Yom Kippur, sarge.

Good morning, captain.

Morning, steward.

Any incidents with our guests during the night?

No, sir.

Plane off the starboard quarter.

- What's that? - Air attack!

Take the helmet. Lousy gook.

Let's go.

Come on.

Starboard side.

Same evasive action.

Schmidt.

Mr. Svenson, you and Schmidt check the cargo for leakage.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Briscoe! Mr. Briscoe, come forward with your men.

That bomb might have caused some damage below.

We need your help. Two of your men, two of ours.

Okay. Dennison.

Get down! Now!

Alright, down in the hole.

No belt buckles, no shoes, no metal of any kind.

Andelius, go blow with Svenson.

- Kaskevitch! - Yes, sir.

No metal, no bombs.

There's a leaker, alright.

It sure smells that way, captain.

- Be careful. - Yes, sir.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Briscoe.

No metal.

Clear the deck.

Clear the deck!

Here's the one that's leaking.

'Split at the seams.'

Hold your hand on it.

Rudders down, cut the engines.

'Captain!'

Captain, an injured man. We need help down here.

Kaskevitch, open up number two hatch.

Emergency crew, break out the fire hoses.

I think the plane's gone. But keep a sharp lookout.

Okay.

But what if it slips off that hook?

Well, then you get a big bang out of this.

Take it away.

Watch it. Keep it away from there.

Easy.

Go on.

Make sure you clear the rail.

Over.

'Down.'

'Winkler!'

Wash down the hold.

And from now on, the hatch must be left partly open

at all times to avoid fumes.

Aye aye, sir.

'Andelius..'

prepare Schmidt's body.

'Aye, sir.'

Hack. Come on, Hack. Hack!

Don't forget, kid. A gook did that.

Your watch.

You've never seen a burial like this before, have you?

No.

It affects most line people that way.

The suddenness of it, maybe the completeness of it.

Yet... to him, what difference does it make

if it is here or two miles to the east on land.

Only two miles?

'Of course, tonight, we'll pass some islands'

'that are even closer.'

Thanks.

For what?

For the..

For the watch.

Is it alright if he sits up for a while?

As long as he's tied good.

Wanna play some gin?

Uh, I was gonna wash your socks, where are they?

In the bowl.

Well, what did he say?

The captain. I saw you talking with him.

Nothing. Just gave me back my watch.

Seen enough there to change your mind?

Dennison, I'm talkin' to you.

Why don't you get off his back?

Well... so, now you're on his side?

I'm not on anybody's side.

Look, Briscoe, guys like us, it don't bother

to-to do a thing like this, but other guys, you know they...

Other guys just don't like the killing.

You got me all figured out.

I like to kill, huh?

Let me tell you, I see that body sliding in the water

I'm glad it ain't me.

Killing is just a little bit better than getting killed.

Alright, that's why it don't bother me.

- Don't it? Big man. - No, it don't.

Look, let him off the hook and I'll do it.

- Hack, you couldn't... - Hold it.

He wants to protect this sensitive boy.

Go ahead. Protect him.

Hack, you can't do it anymore than I can.

He can't, huh? Talk about wanting to kill?

Tell him about Busan sometime.

Okay, big man, go ahead.

Get over with it fast.

You didn't have to protect me, Hack.

He couldn't have made me do it.

I know.

I know too he'd get around to me next time.

I couldn't refuse.

Hack, what do you mean?

He did me a favor once, a big favor.

Otherwise I would have been court martialed.

Life in Leavenworth are even worse.

So that's why you have to laugh at his jokes

wash his socks.

Yeah. I was drunk at the time.

That would have been no excuse.

You know, you won't believe it, but when I'm drunk

I'm the killer, not Briscoe, me.

You won't think it to look at me, will you, huh?

But when I'm loaded, man, I go crazy. I-I can kill.

Yeah, I can kill with these..

Lucky for me, Briscoe kept his mouth shut.

So he did you a big favor once.

But he uses it against you.

He owns you, Hack.

And when somebody owns you, that's no favor.

Look, I'm not gonna get into trouble with 'em over any gook.

His wife and kid.

Oh, still, probably never wanted to be in this

in the first place.

How do you know?

You ever know any man who wanted to leave

his wife and kid to go fight a war?

- Poor gook. - Now stop calling him that.

What are we supposed to call him?

What is your name? Name.

Everything in there's probably a dirty word.

His ID card.

This, your name?

- Dennison, Hackett. - Please to meet you.

- Name? - Hey, wait, wait.

You find out in Korea there's one name so common

it must mean Smith and Jones and, uh..

Kim.

Kim?

Kim.

Hey, I'm a student of oriental languages, I never even knew it.

Kim, huh?

Hackett. Pleased to meet you.

Hackett... could you do it now?

Look, kid, when Briscoe wants something done, do it.

I-I know that much.

Go ahead. Look at him.

'He stares. That's all.'

But he knows.

You can see it in his eyes. He knows.

'It's like he's saving up to remember forever.'

That's right.

After it's over, his-his eyes are gonna follow us.

Not just me, but us.

No matter who does it..

I don't want his yes following me around

the rest of my life.

I know what you mean, kid.

There's another way.

Come here.

See?

We're less than two miles from land.

- The captain told me. - Yeah?

If you could stall till tonight..

I could get him off in one of the lifeboats.

If he hits one of his own islands, he's safe.

One of ours, he's just another POW.

Still better off than he is now.

Yeah, but a one armed man can't row a boat...

So he drifts, at least that way he's got a chance.

- But, here... - Yeah, yeah.

But what about Briscoe?

I don't want you to get any trouble. I'll do it.

- Now, now Briscoe's... - Ah, nothing wakes him.

Okay, I'll stall it till tonight somehow and when he's as..

I'll get rid of this gook in my own way!

And I don't give a damn what you say.

Talked you out of it, huh?

Are you kiddin'?

Well, I'm on his side up to a point but when he give me

that big speech about the United Nations, I'd like to..

Bourbon.

Where'd you get it?

One of the crew, 40 bucks.

It's cheaper than Busan.

You can say that again.

I thought it'd be over by now and..

Me and my buddy Hackett have a little celebration drink.

I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it later, my way.

Sure.

Man, you can taste it already, huh?

Well, I guess one drink won't hurt then. Get a glass.

Hey... just a little one.

Yeah, just a little one.

What do we drink to?

Rosy? Eh?

Good ol' Rosy.

'Oh, Hack, come on. Don't hold back.'

'How you gonna murder a guy that way? Come on now!'

Don't you remember what I taught you? Come on, baby.

Hit me! You're just throwing marshmallow. Now, come on!

'Hack, a solid right! Come on, baby.'

Oh, Hack, don't hold back.

You can't murder a guy that way.

'Come on, now!'

'Come on!'

Hack, look. Pow! A solid right.

Come on, now. All you got! Let it go!

Hack, Come on! C-c..

- I don't want to hurt you. - Oh, hurt me?

You fool around with Hack and you're gonna get hurt.

- Alright, hurt me. - Real hurt.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on, get mad.

Hey, come on! Hit me.

Whoa!

I'm warning you.

When Hackett hits 'em..

They stay hit.

Do you hear me?

Man, he is deadly, boy.

He is deadly, that Corporal Hack.

"Corporal Hackett?"

You?

Yeah, that's right. I am.

I haven't been a corporal for a long time, have I?

You sure ain't, you ain't been Corporal Hackett since the night

you beat up that big super tank lieutenant

in that joint in Busan, remember?

Do I remember?

Boy, what a night that was, huh?

Hook, hook, left. Hook, hook, left.

Just like I taught you, huh?

You know something?

That was the first fight.

The first fight I ever won.

Fist fight I ever won from anybody.

And it has to be an officer.

Who packed up my boy Hackett?

And got him out of that joint before anybody

got a good look on him.

- Sargent Briscoe! - Right!

All week everybody kept asking

"Where's your little corporal that practically killed

that big slob of a lieutenant?"

Remember the house was empty, he searched Busan

from house to house looking for a corporal.

Hey, never thought of looking for a private.

- Mnh-mnh. - Huh?

Getting me busted a private

was the smartest thing you ever done.

Hey, hey. Briscoe ever talk?

Twenty years. Shh.

Briscoe wouldn't talk, would he?

Never. No way.

You're my own private, private.

Right.

You know something? Looks just like him.

Come on, let's have some action.

Yeah, let's have some real action.

From now on, were fighting gooks.

Every damn gook that ever lived.

- Right! - Starting right here!

- Right! - Starting right now.

- Right! - Aah.

And the winner, still champion of the world

the one and only, Killer Hackett!

Hack, don't! Don't!

He'll own you for the rest of your life!

Get out! I'm good even for Troy and Austin and Wash.

- But, Hack, don't you see... - Haul your butt outta here.

That's the way to talk, Hack.

Don't forget those guys.

- And crispy too. - Alright!

You have no right to do this to him!

Your fault, kid.

I wanted to do it. You wouldn't let me.

- You're not drunk. - Then you had your chance.

If you'd have done it, you wouldn't have to.

You're not drunk at all.

Drunk? Me?

The last time I was drunk was..

V-J day.

Next time? Maybe tonight, when that gook goes.

You bastard.

You know, you g..

You know..

You guys started this war.

We don't want no war.

You..

What's the matter with you guys, huh?

We don't want nothing you've got.

You ain't got nothing.

Man, I don't even like rice.

Hey..

You..

You got a brother who runs a Chinese restaurant

i-i-in Chicago, on-on Front Street?

Huh?

Man, you gotta be stupid if you don't even know

your own brother.

You don't-you don't understand anything I'm saying, huh?

Stupid gook. You're ignorant.

'Course if-if this was a gook ship..

And I'm there, then I'm the one who's stupid, huh?

Yeah.

Depends on where you are.

Who you are.

And who's got the gun.

'You're not the... boondock?'

Or hidin' in the cave.

God blessed you.

But when..

I had to live with you a couple of days..

I didn't know your name.

It ain't so easy.

But..

I gotta do it.

I don't want to.

But I gotta do it.

Do me a favor, will-will you?

I-I gotta do it, see?

But, af-after it's over..

Please don't follow me with your eyes.

Because I gotta do it.

I just gotta do it.

Why do I gotta do it!

Why do I gotta do it?

Why?

'Cause he's the sergeant?

'Huh?'

Alright..

I'll make him a private real fast.

Where's that razor?

Here it is.

Alright.

There you go. Corporal.

Private.

'Now why I gotta do it?'

"He owns you."

The kid says he owns you.

"He owns you, that's no favor."

And the kid's right.

He's right, that kid.

Yeah, Sergeant Briscoe, you hold that thing

over my head too long, Briscoe.

You big ape.

I'm not your private, private!

Why should I be your private, private, huh?

'Why?'

'Answer me!'

Why? Why?

You know, Briscoe..

Where are you, Briscoe?

Where?

Where?

Wait a minute.

Gotta think.

Gotta think.

I got a job.

Yeah..

Got to play it cool.

Yeah.

Play..

Play it cool. Yeah.

Briscoe!

Hey, buddy!

Where the hell are you? It's Hack!

'Hey, you old son of a gun, where are you?'

Sarge?

Evening, captain!

Evening.

'Have you seen Sergeant Briscoe?'

He's on the fantail having a smoke.

Thank you!

Little rough tonight, isn't it?

But you're steering the ship real good!

Thank you!

Come on out, Briscoe.

'Come on out, Briscoe!'

What, are you scared?

Beat it, fatso.

Stand back.

Come on out, Briscoe.

You scared?

Hack! Put down the gun!

Come on up, Briscoe?

Now who owns who, huh?

Say it.

You don't own me.

Nobody owns me.

'Say it, or I'll kill ya!'

You want me to say I don't own you?

Okay, I... don't own you.

Oh, no.

Louder, so everybody can hear it!

I don't own Hackett!

Okay?

Okay.

Don't you even wanna know why?

What do you mean, "why?"

You don't think you ever belted that lieutenant

hard enough to put him down?

Let alone hurt him!

'You don't really believe that, do ya?'

What are you saying?

Drunk then like you're drunk now

and you never even laid a hand on him!

Swung and never even touched him!

Eh? Ho! Ho-ho!

Ho-ho! Me! That's who. Boom!

He's lying there on the floor and you just stand there.

Not hitting him, only yelling!

But that's you, Hack.

'All talk, no action.'

- You mean, I never even.. - 'That's right.'

You know, all this time you've been..

That's right, Hack, all this time you believed it

because it was the only way you could make yourself a big man!

Okay, come on, big man!

You dirty, lousy..

Ow!

Mr. Briscoe, you keep your war off my deck...

- Captain, are we on course? - Yes.

- Are we making six knots... - Yes...

Then stay the hell out of my way!

Come on.

I'm fine.

What are you staring at?

Your eyes are all over me.

Do you understand?

Yeah, you understand plenty.

Feel any better, Hack?

I sure do.

You know something?

Deep down, I guess, I always knew he was lying.

That's alright..

'Cause he don't own me anymore.

Nobody owns me anymore.

That's right, Hack.

Now, just before daylight I'm gonna take Kim...

No, no, no.

We're gonna.

You stay here and take it easy.

I'll go check out the lifeboat, so we can work faster.

The captain.

What happened?

There..

There was an accident.

Too bad.

'Man overboard!'

Man overboard and holding on!

- Cut the engines! - If we do, he'll drown.

Our motion is all that's keeping him afloat!

Half speed!

So they don't care about human life.

Not ever their own, huh?

Svenson!

- Get a ring buoy! - Aye, sir.

Brace your feet!

The hell with him! Hang onto it yourself!

On your feet.

Over there.

Okay, I got the message.

The hell with Briscoe.

But you can't say, "The hell with the United States Army."

Or military law. You two guys are in up to here.

Straighten up!

I'm gonna teach you jokers a little military law.

Or maybe you wanna teach me?

'You're pretty good at manuals, huh?'

'Well, I got a little surprise for you.'

Briscoe has done his share of reading.

Yeah, me.

And sat on a few court-martials, too.

'Straighten up!'

I don't write the laws.

I obey them.

The way you are supposed to.

So listen.

Uniform Code of Military Justice, Article 94.

Know what it's about?

'Mutiny and sedation.'

Like to know what it means?

When two GIs get together

and agree to disobey orders.

Like to know the penalty?

'Any questions?'

Good, 'cause there's more.

Article 96, releasing a prisoner without authority.

Article 99, if any GI doesn't do

his damnedest to engage or capture

or destroy the enemy..

He's as guilty as if he deserted.

'I guess you both know the penalty for that.'

You two must have violated a dozen other sections.

But this'll do for openers.

Straighten up!

And in case, you think

or even suspect that I'm fanning the breeze..

This morning when that lady was fixed on going topside..

Contact headquarters and report.

And you both will be right there with me at the hearing.

I didn't spend 19 years in this man's army

without learning the law.

And I didn't come to within a year of retirement

just to let two jerks

two punks like you ruin my record.

I got a couple of hours till that sun comes up

so you stand there at attention.

Think about what I said.

And you make up your mind, either one of you..

Do the job because as soon as that radio's fixed

I send that message.

And if you think for one minute I wouldn't..

Ask Hack. He knows.

You know, Briscoe..

One thing's strange.

'Straighten up.'

I was saying... one thing's strange.

'Yeah?'

You ordered me to do it.

You were willing to let Hack do it.

Meaning?

The command from headquarters to..

Execute the prisoner..

Didn't exclude sergeants.

How come you don't do it yourself?

I did.

You had to shove my eye.

Did I?

'Did I really deflect your aim?'

Briscoe, he didn't mean anything.

Too late, Hack.

He already said it.

Why don't you look at him when you do it?

Okay.

Well, maybe you want me to kiss him goodbye.

Well, man, right now you two really hate my guts, don't you?

Briscoe, tough guy.

Goon, killer, huh?

He's not sensitive like us.

Is that it, huh? Hmm?

Nothing to say, "Big man, Briscoe, I'm gonna kill you."

How, by talking me to death?

Hank, you couldn't kill anybody

not that lieutenant in Pusan or, I mean, nobody.

'Cause you're not strong enough or tough enough.

But for as long as I kept you thinking you were..

You were a pretty good soldier.

And that's all that matters.

And you..

Troy you didn't give a damn about, but you..

You risked your life for this lousy Gook.

You wanna know why you hate me?

Because the only time I wasn't close enough

to save you, Troy had do it.

And die. That's right. No use hiding it anymore.

Your fault, kid, that whole thing about Troy, your fault!

That's why you hate me.

'Cause I know and you know I know.

And I don't care.

That's one way I know I did my job right.

Now I got another job to do and I'm gonna do this right, too.

Okay, Gook.

Start praying because Briscoe's gonna put

one hell of a big hole in you.

'Or you don't understand.'

'You will.'

Stop staring and start praying.

Stop staring, damn you, stop..

Tough guy.

Big man!

- Couldn't do it. - Shut up, Hack.

I remember you said..

"A man goes soft just one time.

When he's dead."

Maybe the truth is, a man goes soft one time when he's..

Human.

Even Briscoe.

Well, what's wrong with a human being being human?

Go away kid, just... go away.

I know one thing.

Give me another choice..

And I'd like to be this Briscoe.

I'm going topside to contact the headquarters.

I want you both to come with me, we've got to report.

No, not you guys, I'm not reporting you, it's me.

I'm in charge of this outfit. I broke regulations.

We gotta report that.

Let 19 years go down the drain?

Don't you think I've thought about that?

No one ever has to know.

I don't know.

- Look, sarge, don't... - Come on.

Is the radio working yet?

Just fixed.

I'd like to use it.

- We're in friendly waters, uh... - Thank you.

B for broad to L-5

B for broad to L-5, do you read me? Over.

'L-5 to B for broad, we wrote you off.'

'How come no contact for almost 48 hours?'

'Over.'

Transmitter was out of order.

I'd like to report a serious breach..

I'd to report a serious breach of military discipline.

Do you read me?

Over.

'B for broad, B for broad'

'been trying to reach you.'

'The ceasefire went into effect'

'at 2200 last night.'

'I repeat.'

'Ceasefire in effect.'

'Take no action against enemy'

'saving self defense and only if attacked.'

'Urgent. Now, do you read me? Over.'

Remember, you promised to come home with me. I'm gonna show...

Right, right. But San Francisco first, man.

You haven't seen Frisco till you've seen it with Briscoe!

Remember that place down in..

Um, I guess you better look up the word for armistice.

'Proceed destination with cargo'

'at reasonable speed.'

'All reports will await arrival.'

'Over and out.'

Roger, out.

You better tell The Gook.

Come on.

Attention, all hands.

We have just received official news.

'A ceasefire has been declared.'

'The fighting is over.'

I repeat, a ceasefire has been declared.

'The fighting is over.'

'We do not have any details at this time.'

Sound the whistle.

Attention, all hands.

The prisoner has escaped.

The prisoner was observed entering number two hatch.

Possibly to effect sabotage.

All hands stand by to abandon ship if necessary.

'All hands stand by.'

We gotta talk to him. You gotta talk to him.

- You're his buddy! - Damn it, there's no word!

There's got to be, keep looking!

There's got to be a word in there

that means-that means truce.

Armistice, no war, or something!

"Beal, bed, cigarette, dame."

Even a word for..

'A word for damn here everything except that!'

We're going down there anyhow. Try to talk to him.

Keep calling his name or let him see you.

We've got to reach him somehow, we'll be there

with you just in case.

Come on, strip down, no metal.

Mr. Briscoe!

Get away from that hole!

We got to make him understand!

Oh, he understands alright.

Oh, he understands that three times you tried to kill him!

And now he's gonna blow this ship

right out of the water!

Get into the lifeboat.

Dennison's his pal, maybe he can reach.

It's over, we got to make him realize that!

Captain, it's our only chance.

It's his only chance.

Stop the engine, gut the engineer topside.

Kim?

Kim?

It's me, Dennison!

Kim!

Hack, you stay here in case he doubles back.

Come on.

Kim?

'Kim?'

'It's over!'

Now drop that razor.

The war is over.

Oh, was I right?

You better make it good.

Because if you miss..

Kim, don't!

Ah, so mean. Oh, no!

I was right!

You see, I was right all the time.

You guys almost had me crazy with your talk.

He's a human being. He's an animal!

Kill, kill, kill! It's like I told you.

You turned soft once, I could've been lying there.

It's him or me, him or me!

Boy, you should've seen that, Hack.

The way he came at me, the razor.

You ought to have seen the look in his eyes.

Did you hear that bonzai yell?

- He was yelling hasupta. - 'Yeah.'

- You know what that means? - 'Huh?'

I can't.

What?

That's what he was trying to say, "I can't!"

What are you trying to..

I remember from before.

It's right here.

I can't.

He couldn't do it, either.

No more than we could.

No flag?

There's only the Finnish flag, sir.

Put it on him.

These are all words, not his.

What right have we to say them over him?

Still, we feel we must do something.

All of us, hm?

Why?

Perhaps to remind ourselves

of the value of a human life.

Or is it that each man who kills..

Kills part of himself..

And so mourns for himself?

'Whatever the reason..'

it is fit..

Especially in time of war and much killing..

That we mourn the death..

Of a single human being.

A man has died.

'Let us mark that.

Anything you wish to say, Mr. Briscoe?

He couldn't understand our words.

I hope he'll..

Understand, our silence.

Nice day.

Kid, any day a war ends is a nice day.