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[Upbeat music playing]

[Music fades]

[Helicopter rotor sound]

[Man voice over] Are you having a trauma?

Welcome to the Marine Corps,

where the clerks type it up

on a page for your records.

You have to survive a few battles

to know that some wounds are gold.

They cared about traumas and open wounds,

but my records said nothing about Dori

[soft whistle]

and how the wounds closed.

Across the sea is England

and across her channel, France,

where all the men are fighting the Kaiser.

We are lucky to be in Ireland

where plenty is the fodder in food.

Aren't you grateful children?

Yes, Miss McCaullay.

[Music with bells playing]

[Singing] Bacon or sausages

poached eggs or fried...

Soda bread and muffins with jam on the side...

Cornflakes and porridge with the cream of the cream...

Lunches and suppers with snacks in between...

Oh. I shot my mouth off.

Cut!

Smelly boys on drugs and that's not nice!

Mommy!

Cut! Playback!

Cut! [Phone rings]

Dori, wanna tell us what the problem is?

I think...

I think I have rosacea and cars in my head!

[whispering] She did this before.

She's ruining our show.

Kids, give us a second.

How did you get all those transvestites

on the monkey bars anyway, hmm?

Who'd you invite?

- Everybody. - Who's everybody?

- Josh - Dori

Yeah, did you call Exene?

- Exene's coming. - Give it!

For what?

Hey, Dori.

Where's the party?

I don't know.

I know.

It's in your ass.

Ahhh!

[Screaming]

[Dori] Stop it! I hate you!

[Rock music playing]

[Crowd cheering]

Hush!

Thank you!

Shhh...

[Screams]

[feedback screeches]

- You know, that stuff... - Hey Dori, come on, come here.

in jello that makes it jiggle...

- This girl is crazy.

...it talks.

- Mentally ill.

Grand Central Station has

gism on the handrails,

in the stairwell, people.

I put my hand in it by accident.

- What are you talking about?

Dori Lawrence, ladies and gentlemen.

[Crowd yelling and whistling]

You got fired from Emerald Isle.

That's two in a row and

now your confrontation with your audience.

I mean, what is the problem?

Hey, I'm here to help you.

Hey yourself, Ricky.

Or maybe you just need to go home.

Know what I mean, buddy?

Go home for, like, a week or two.

Go visit your folks back east.

Have you called your mother recently?

Dori, could we just put a clamp

on all this freaky mayhem

going on, I mean, the money's right there.

I just walked through it.

Don't blow this.

I'm going home.

Yes. I am.

On a triscuit, like a jam.

I'm just gonna get you on a plane.

Your mother will pick you up.

[Kids chattering]

[Gregory] Mark, look,

here comes Sue with the D'ubes.

She's gonna hand me a dirty note.

[Mark] What are you talking about?

The D'ubes has got a dirty note in her sock.

She's gonna pass me a note.

She does it every day.

No way.

Yes way.

This is for you, Gregory.

Things to do at the ditch.

Right on.

See? She's really nutty and slutty.

Are you banging her?

Your brown eyes were the river stones

that sparkled on my drooping soul like

almost the watch fires in the city of the Trojan wars.

As the long Russian winter,

I was always, always yours.

Well, comments?

Mister Tripodi?

It sucks. Makes no sense.

Not acceptable.

Something positive.

Miss Dubois.

It's nice, but

it's too fake.

I mean, Mark never really had a girlfriend

except for Fiona Fuller who

said no because he asked her out over the phone.

[Laughter] [announcement chimes heard]

[School intercom] Mark Deloach, Mark Deloach,

please report to Father Concoff's office.

[Class collectively] Ooohhh...

Don't say anything.

Mister Deloach, you know where to go.

Daniel, let's hear from you.

[clears throat]

Hound of the Dog, by Daniel Tripodi.

This isn't trig.

This is obscene.

It's pornographic.

It's a sin of Onan,

the masturbatory crime committed in ink.

I didn't wanna hand it in.

I tried not to hand it in, Father.

What would your mother have thought of this?

Could you speculate?

No, Father.

Or if I were to call your dad

and read this over the phone?

His secretary doesn't know you.

Your call wouldn't get put through.

I can't even fathom

the depths of a loneliness that would author...

Quote, sweater meats, undies voodoo.

What do you mean to describe by undies voodoo?

Wait, so they get together at night?

What for?

Screwing at the ditch.

The back seat of Sue D'ubervilles' car

having sex with her at the ditch.

- Suck me off! - Every night.

I say no way to that.

I say no.

Gregory and the D'ubervilles? No.

Hey. how do you know?

He told me.

They passed dirty notes at school,

and he wrote some dirty stuff to Dubes

and I get caught with it by father Concoff in Trig.

Oh, let's go bag them in the act.

Yeah. Hey, Greg, you're bad.

Hey, Snob, you're bad too.

I believe my brother is gonna be a little bit bummed.

Oh, very bummed.

And Sue of the D'ubervilles as well.

She's gonna die.

[Laughter]

Bagged as can be.

Oh, man.

Let's give her an escort home to mom.

Did you tell them?

Oh, man.

It's my brother.

What? Gregor, did you tell them?

It's alright.

Just relax.

Relax. Oh.

Hello. Hello there.

Whatcha doin'?

Back off!

Now, Moses in the law

commanded that such be stoned.

This ain't funny, Danny!

- This ain't funny! - Don't touch me!

Stop it! Stop it, get off!

Get off me!

Let me go!

Put me down!

[Struggle continues]

I got her, I got her, get off.

Let me go! Stop it!

Guys! Hey!

I don't wanna sit on your lap, chubby.

Get off my gearbox, kitty.

I hate you guys!

And away we go!

I hate you.

Yeah!

I can't believe he told you.

Bastard shits.

Come on.

Come on.

Go. Go with me.

I can't stand this queer bait music.

We like it.

You would like it,

you dickless losers.

My clothes and my books are in that car.

I'm not going home without them, you know.

Leave the radio alone, D'ubes.

You leave it alone, stupid.

[Car honking] Leave it alone!

- Woah, woah! - Ahhh!

Dan!

Danny. Are you okay?

Yeah. I think yeah.

Are are you alright?

Danny, this is bad.

Marco. This is really bad.

You okay?

I'm here.

Are you alright?

No. Oh, my God.

Look at Sue.

Look at Sue, guys. What do we do?

Greg, what about the other car?

Did you check out the other guy?

No, I didn't check the other car.

Oh man, Father Concoff.

Oh, damn.

This is bad.

[Sirens in background]

There's no question.

This is definitely DWI.

I'm John Tripodi.

Gilda Loach, I'm Mark's father.

Yeah. Kids inside?

Yeah, they're being interviewed.

Hear the priest was beat up pretty badly.

He's the one who got hurt the worse.

He's critical.

My son was driving, apparently.

That's for sure.

You must be so proud.

This way, Mrs. DuBois.

I will give you a copy of this form,

Mrs. Dubois, for your attorney to review.

We will be needing a statement from your daughter

when she's conscious, of course.

I was sorry to hear of your loss.

Are you referring to my wife?

Yes.

But I am still going to press charges,

so that having been said,

I don't give a shit what happens

in that big white house of yours.

Well, we're usually having lunch with our lawyers,

so, come by anytime.

Mrs. DuBois,

this is your daughter's.

This will take some time yet.

We'll bring the kids home to you.

[Playing La Bambolina on piano]

Where's the guard?

He's not always there.

The gate's not always closed.

What's the guard's name?

Mario.

Hey, Mario.

[Whistles]

[Doorbell rings]

Young lady, is your father home?

Yes, sir.

[Door closes]

Here's your son, Mr. Deloach.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Oh, yeah. Good night.

Ok.

[Door closes]

God damn punk!

Well, Susan, which is it?

Are you a lying two faced hypocrite

or just an unashamed cheap little slut?

I took a look around your room

and I unzipped the back of your teddy bear,

and I found this pile of rot.

Why don't I just read from it, shall I?

I love your dick and everything it does.

I never thought I could like the taste

of someone's dick.

For my whole life,

you will always be someone I blew.

I'll never forget the first time we fucked in the car.

I get wet just thinking of you inside me.

[Sue] Ah!

[Mrs. Dubois] Susan, you get back here!

[Intense rythmic music playing]

What kind of mom puts her daughter in a state asylum?

We're here to see Susan Dubois.

And you are?

Friends from school.

No flowers, boys?

Give me your names.

Tripodian DeLoach.

She's in the activity center at the end of the hall.

[Door buzzes open]

You have to go ahead and ask her

if she wants me to visit her.

Of course she does.

Alright, maybe you're right.

Me and Dan will go first.

Retard, it's this way.

I swear to God...

I don't think she's down here.

She is, trust me.

Shut up.

Do that again.

Ha! Haha.

[Indistinct talking]

Come here, school boy.

[Guitar string breaks]

What's your name?

Virginia.

Norfthsfield...

Out.

Get out!

Go. I hate you! Get out!

- Bag it. - Get out, go!

Bag it.

We're bagging this.

Bad idea.

All rise.

Be seated.

Last chance for any reconsiderations.

I don't have any.

Let's take the deal.

We're lucky the priest is okay.

It's a good thing you Marine guys are clubby.

They haven't done many of these recently.

Mark, are you ready?

[Gavel sound]

Sentence is hereby suspended,

pending honorable discharge from the US Marine Corps.

You have to live for a while, but

one day you understand that

somehow...

life unfolds perfectly.

I hope so, Pop.

I think so too.

Did I mess up my whole life here?

Don't be discouraged,

just put it together in a different way.

Okay.

Losing your mother was a hard blow for me.

Like this is for you.

Keep going up the road.

That's all I can tell you.

Bars, you know, are full of people who wanna tell you

why they're overwhelmed,

why they can't do it.

I'm different.

Me too.

- You'll see. - Gentlemen,

saddle up.

[Slow music starts]

[Indistinct talking]

Shut your suck!

Get off my bus right now!

Move it!

Move your ass right now!

[Military officers yelling]

What do we have here?

We have a celebrity with us, Ladies and gentlemen!

We got Jesus Christ!

God damn it! Get your ass up...

[Yelling continues]

You get dressed up to socialize with me tonight?

Am I your date?

What is your name, Snot Ball?

Mark Deloach.

Your name is not Mark.

Your name is Slime.

You don't like me?

I don't care.

Because I don't like you.

In fact, if you hate me, I like it.

It gives me a hard on.

Eyes to the front!

[Door squeaks open]

Some of you things

that landed on my island cannot read.

It says,

through this portal pass

prospects

for the world's finest fighting force,

the United States Marine Corps.

You are here because you could not

be trained to become men by the mothers of America.

Count!

Off!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20,

21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30,

31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40,

41, 42, 43, 44,

Sarge, the count on deck is 44.

[All together] Highly motivated!

Truly dedicated!

Rompin' stompin' whiskey-fed!

Passion-bred, battle-bled!

United States Marine Corps recruits

who thrive on war and pray to kill, sir!

The mothers of America do not love me.

Because they do not know me.

But you are going where I go, twenty one.

You will earn my way there.

You will earn the only thing we share

with communists and rag heads is death!

In the fight,

you will discover me.

You will know me to be a friend.

This is where the love is, mothers.

Carry on, Singer, sit down.

Staff Sergeant, I was just going over the files

of some of the recruits from your platoon.

Looks like some judge from Connecticut

decided to give us a present.

Is that so, sir?

That causes me concern.

Yeah. This kid is some, silver spoon

looking to get out of jail by coming here.

Either you make this one a Marine, or

just give me an excuse,

and I'll shoot him back to that judge

from the nutmeg state.

We'll let him deal with this convict.

Aye aye, sir.

Carry on.

Deloach.

Who is it, twenty one?

Who is it here

in my platoon

that is so fucked up

that they hail from Connecticut?

Very well.

Come with me to my invisible health spa.

[Music plays]

Mountain climb!

Aye, Aye, sir!

1, 2, 3,

1, 1, 2, 3,

2, 1, 2, 3, 3,

Shut up nutmegger!

Mountain climb now!

Move it, move it, I'm not tiring! Do it!

Sister patrol, is that you?

- Sir? - Come to attention!

Did I say get wet?

Get out of my lake!

[indistinct shouting]

Flap your wings, bat-recruit.

Go to sleep.

Don't jerk that trigger.

Squeeze.

Squeeze that trigger finger.

I said sq... give me that finger.

That finger right out here.

Ow!

Squeeze it.

Squeeze that trigger.

[Gun fire]

Fire. Cease fire.

Unload. Show clear.

Put the weapon on safe, recruits rise.

Cuckoo, cuckoo, sir the time on deck is...

14:23 sir!

[Gun fire]

Let's go, Deloach.

Do not touch the weapon until you are instructed.

You will never graduate with my platoon, cockroach.

You will never wear my eagle globe and anchor.

Get the fuck out of my platoon.

Get the fuck off my planet!

Incoming!

Get out of my head, pinch it off!

Pinch it off, get out of my head!

You better flush that commode in a military manner.

Do you hear me, Deloach? Get out of my head!

A home, a home, I finally found a home.

A home, a home, I finally found a home!

Bomb Iran, bomb Iran, Oh my God, bomb Iran!

Bomb Iran, bomb Iran, Oh my God, bomb Iran!

Prepare the rack!

Prepare the rack!

aye, aye sir!

Dear Gina, we were ordered to write a letter home,

so you get to be a recipient.

I hope you're not still crying about

Pop's emphysema cough at night.

He's not going to die.

I'm leaner by five pounds and two teeth,

but I'm okay so far.

It's like Mount Athos here,

and we're like military monks

where females are forbidden.

It's funny,

I used to want a girlfriend,

but now I don't.

The less you have to miss, the better.

Love, your brother Mark.

P.S., in case this ever happens to you, go Navy.

Hello, girls.

I'm Mrs. Hengen.

Welcome to Bedford House.

Come inside,

I'll discuss the rules with you.

Any infractions, you go back to the county.

Come on.

You'll notice there are no bars on the windows.

You're free to come and go as long as you

attend group therapy and don't do anything prohibited.

[coughing]

Not you.

[Coughing]

Raise your gas mask off.

[Mark] What?

[Singer] Lead up!

Do we have a maid, Deloach?

Sir, yes sir!

Where does your maid come from?

Sir, Guatemala sir!

Guatemala.

Does she speak English?

Sir, no sir!

Is she tall or short?

Sir, short sir!

[Gasping for air]

So let's see...

You have a short Guatemalan born maid

that is a female, that don't speak English.

Did you know there is no maid service

in the Fleet Marine Force?

Sir, yes sir!

Does the recruit have a chauffeur in livery uniform?

Sir, yes sir!

Your mama bang chauffeurs and drink martinis,

right, Deloach?

Sir, no sir.

Is your mother a showgirl?

Sir, this recruit's mother died, sir.

Of course she died.

She produced from her infected carcass

the snot-ball that is you.

Is your girlfriend a debutante?

I said, is your girlfriend a debutante?

Sir, this recruit just doesn't know, sir.

Are you a goddamn virgin?

Sir, yes sir.

You got to be fucking shitting me.

Mountain climb!

Pray.

One shot.

One kill.

One more dead commie

a Marine has sent to hell.

Ten-twenty-one.

Go to sleep.

Sleep. Aye-aye, sir.

Good night, Chesty Puller

you fightin' son of a bitch!

[Light clicks off]

Halt! Who goes there?

It is I, Deloach.

You know opera?

Sir?

Opera, that shit you rich people

sing while you're getting your pedicure.

You know opera?

Sir, yes sir!

Sing it!

Sing it for me and Jesus right now.

[Mark begins to sing Guan Tana Mera]

Didn't like Paris Island.

Guan Tana Mera...

Are you having a trauma?

[Mark choking]

When you get action, this is how you live.

Pick up your fucking chrome dome.

Carry on.

If I die on a Chinese shore,

bury my body with a Chinese whore.

If I die on Arab soil,

bury my body with Arab oil.

Bury my body with Arab oil.

If I see you in the fleet, you will give me money.

You will give me a fucking cashier's check

for thirty thousand dollars.

One, two, three, four, United States Marine Corps.

One, two, three, four, United States Marine Corps.

One, two, three, four, I love the Marine Corps.

One, two, three, four, I love the Marine Corps.

If you die in war,

you will make me

the beneficiary in your fucking will!

Ooh-Rah! Ooh-Rah!

[Marching continues]

Zero!

Freeze-Recruit-Freeze.

Swab my deck!

School circle.

Ready?

Seat!

Listen to me, twenty-one.

Burn one.

Smoke em' if you got em'.

Go ahead.

You graduate tomorrow.

Even though Deloach and Hurlbutt

can't swab a fucking deck.

[Laughter]

I used to smoke Newports.

Like this dark green Marine.

Yep. I've taken shit for that before,

on hill 881,

I used to dive into the bunkers with the

brothers because I knew they had Newports.

I like menthol, but, I quit.

I have a two year old baby.

I do not pick him up by his neck,

[Laughter]

and I don't beat my wife,

like you'd suppose.

Sir, what's senior drill instuctor's

wife's name, sir?

Her name is, Heidi

and she's from frigging Poland.

Sir, what's the senior drill instructor's baby's name, sir?

Shut up, Deloach.

Louis

will be in the squad bay on Paris Island,

I don't know,

in the late nineties or something like that.

I want my boy to be trained hard.

I want you to be trained hard.

Not because you could die out there so much,

but you might survive

and fall in love with a foreign girl

with an overbite

and get a chubby little son

and go with a stroller

under the Spanish moss with them,

and discover that everything

depends on you.

You may find yourself thinking, thank you, God,

for taking me through those battles.

Thank you, God, for making me a man.

Do you want to be men?

Sir. Yes, sir.

Do you want to be men?

Sir. Yes, sir.

Mountain climb.

[Music plays]

Ooh-rah.

[recruits] Ooh-rah!

[Music continues]

Let me explain about the FCC.

Yes, please do explain.

I wanna give you insurance.

Here's my kid.

Hi.

I've brought along your uncle Hector,

your cousin John, his girl Jenny.

Hello, Berta.

Is that a cotton blouse?

I couldn't tell you.

Why do they package these things like Fort Knox?

You remember John, huh?

Oh, sure I do.

You used to like that song, The Monster Mash.

And Jenny, Jenny is new.

They met at Harvard.

You go to Harvard?

It must be a hard school.

It is, no kidding about it.

The work is intense.

Right, Jen?

Intense.

I mean, I have no life,

but I like it, I like the challenge.

John is on the football team, so

they let him get away with murder,

but not me.

So your dad says you're in North Carolina now?

How is it? Do you like it?

Oh, lots.

Pops, I could really use a drink.

Are you drinking?

One hundred percent.

What do you do in North Carolina?

I carry a field radio.

[Laughter]

I'm sorry, it was the way you said it, there.

Get the fuck out of here.

I don't use mugs.

I know, it's a joke.

Oh,

do me a favor, will you?

Take the jump seat.

That way I can lie down.

Who's that?

Is that Mark?

That's Mark.

Mark. What is that?

Marko, look at his haircut!

Oh, dude.

Come on.

Oh, my god.

What's up, man?

How's it going?

Marko.

Hey, I've been trying to call Sue of the D'ubes.

You guys know where she is?

South Malcolm, in a halfway house.

She started to barf all her food

and mutilate herself with razors.

She comes around sometimes,

you know, when they let her out.

Father Concoff?

He's the chaplain at St. Tony's Hospital.

I'm a high pisser.

Me too.

Oh, you pigs.

Stop that.

One must tang wang.

Those aren't wangs.

Those are chubby nubbies.

Shut up.

There's a car coming.

Oh, shit, it's the D'ubes.

You guys hide.

Hide. Mark, come on we gotta ditch!

Ditch the D'ubes.

I should see her.

I don't wanna see her.

She's a nutty buddy.

She's weird.

She's a very stuck up chick still.

You suck for hiding, Gregory.

You too, Francine, you suck.

That's right, I heard about it.

Your two timing Gregory.

I don't want him anyway.

I'm going to see her.

Hey.

Would you like some tea?

Yes.

I like tea.

It's amusing.

D'ubes, go.

I'm sorry.

Hey, you guys,

let's go get some eggs and throw them at stop signs.

How about that, Mark?

What about an apology?

I'm sorry.

And we're even, I think.

So where are we supposed to have tea?

My car, my sister, made a thermos.

Do you know my friend?

Virginia Norfthsfield.

Afraid not, Mark.

Don't you recognize her?

From the hospital?

Who you are clinging to is Ms. Dori Lawrence.

You're Dori Lawrence?

At Haveral County, they roomed us together.

Now we're at a halfway house

near Hughes Tires.

Not the nicest part of town.

Why are you in a place like that?

Problems of my own.

Don't be so nosy.

I'm schizophrenic.

You have schizophrenia?

Can you give me some?

Why would you want what I have?

I'd be discharged.

I'd be with you.

Can I sit here?

I actually saw you in a movie on base one time.

Is it still playing?

No. Now they're playing The Evil Dead.

That's a good movie.

Are you on leave?

Two more days.

Chris and Danny got into college.

Loyola.

Did you hear about tonight?

The academy field hockey dance at the gym?

Did we beat them?

I guess.

It's our dance.

Come.

No. We're not allowed to be out at night.

We can't.

We'll sneak you out.

No way.

They'll put us back into Haveral County or

St. Tony's if we get caught.

I'm going to be there.

The crease is very important.

It has to be perfect.

- Okay? - Mmhhmm

Hey. Where are you going?

Out, to war.

Oorah. Your tea set saved my life.

When are you coming back?

When all the commies have been crushed.

You're a wisecracker.

Yes, Gina, I am.

I am a wisecracker.

[Music playing]

I love dressing up.

I'm a soldier now.

Look, look, there goes Nando, conga-ing Francine.

There's a legal French term for that.

It's called frottage.

- Frottage? - Yep.

The old frottageo.

Where is the D'ubervilles?

Oh, I don't think you're all dressed up

to see Sue of the D'ubervilles, Mark.

It's a uniform.

So what?

No. It's not obvious to anyone.

You hope to get laid by Dori Lawrence.

You don't understand.

I don't get mail.

I need mail.

Homo. You're so sweet.

How come you homos are so sweet?

Forget you.

You'll be lonely your whole life the way you think.

I got a question.

Why would Dori Lawrence want a date with you?

She could have any guy probably.

Why? Why would it be with you?

I got an answer.

She's crazy.

[Applause]

Okay. Sue,

you're up.

I got a call from Gregory.

He said he missed my blows,

that I was an artist.

So, I wanted to blow him.

He's such a creep.

Why do I want him?

And I'm stuck in this lower income sty.

I'm not happy, so I ate three bags of marshmallows.

So I sit here.

I love life because of a positive attitude,

but I wish I were dead.

Fact.

Dori went out with you in your car today.

How was that for you, Dori?

The leaves were verging towards autumn, which was scary.

They were blowing.

It's not a joke.

My organs went into a whirl.

Thank god I'll never see him again.

But I wish I was singing.

Hey, camera guy, come here.

This is my friend, bandleader, Silvio.

I am Silvio.

I gotta go.

No. You're not drunk enough to drive.

Yes, I am.

No. We drink till we drop.

You didn't drop, keep drinking.

I bet you do a lot of studying at that nice college.

- Over here. - Hey, suck me off.

Jacket. You see my jacket?

[Camera flash]

[Dori humming and strumming the guitar]

We really ditched those guys.

[Strumming guitar and singing]

We spared them.

[Door closes]

Dear Ms. Lawrence,

I didn't see you at the dance,

and I have to go back to the service.

I guess I won't ever see you again,

but I was never so excited as tonight

when I thought I was going to.

Here's a book about diseases and doctors

and everything on earth.

It's full of the charm of life like you are.

If you like this book,

then I made friends with you.

I wanna think I did.

About the music that trembles in your body,

and how you're shy to be so pretty,

when you're broken and real

and your own hands don't know it.

There's a song going hungry for words,

and that's too much to say for a guy you met,

who splashed you with water

and gave you some tea and a book.

Yours sincerely, Mark Deloach, USMC.

[Knocks on door]

Come in.

Blessed be the name of Mary.

I'm very, very sorry, Father.

I never got to thank you for not suing us.

Every day, I'm sorry for what I did.

I had no intention of hurting anybody.

I'm very sorry all the same.

I really am.

I know.

The only way I can interpret things

is to suppose that God is adamant

about me staying off my feet for a while.

Like Job, I won't argue his pleasure.

But besides, the measure of a man

is not how much it takes to make him happy,

but how little.

Are you sure you don't wanna strangle me?

Well, I planned it,

and I realized I can do it with three words.

Go in peace.

Go in peace?

Go in peace?

Maybe you can say a bit of your rosary

for me all the same, couldn't you?

That's not asking very much now, is it?

Mark. Hey.

What are you doing here?

I apologized to Father Concoff.

I have to talk to you.

Come in.

Is that your cigarette?

Yeah.

I gave her the letter and the book.

Did she like it?

She sat around all day yesterday

reading it over and over again.

Yeah. She liked it.

Listen, you gotta go see her, seriously.

Really?

She's on the third floor right now with her internist.

Thorazine.

Any increased or decreased appetite?

Dori?

No.

Any difficulty breathing?

No.

Any difficulties in evacuating?

No.

Any increased or decreased sensitivity?

Increased.

Where?

My moon.

Do you wanna go on a date?

Yes.

Dori.

Dori, sit down!

Dori!

[laughs]

[Music playing]

I like your car.

It's fun.

Do you do any driving here in New York?

I don't drive.

It's dangerous.

Is Dori short for anything?

Iodine? Don't tell anyone though.

Really?

How is Dori short for iodine?

Because it's pretty and it purifies wounds.

Oh. I like it.

Your name is good.

Well, then I won't burn my passport and I won't change it.

You have a passport?

It's British too because my dad was a Brit.

How does it feel to have a British passport?

It doesn't.

I mean, it doesn't feel like anything.

I mean, it doesn't feel.

It doesn't?

Do you have a passport?

What kind?

American.

How does it feel?

It feels good.

I wanna feel that.

How much time do we have?

I go tomorrow at seven.

Can you come with me?

Can you really take me where you're going?

No. Not in the field.

Well, then this can be a remembrance.

Something nice we remember in the time of pomegranates.

And sweaters.

Which are cute on me.

Like the bridge you're wearing.

Do you know what's under me?

Oh, yeah.

Go ahead.

Velour.

[Music starts]

You know what?

When you look at me, I'm free.

I feel free.

Is that nuts?

That is nuts.

That sounds great.

Is that nice?

Yeah. But I'm wondering, is this really me?

Am I really this guy?

Well,

I'm really this girl,

so you must be him.

- Ooh-rah. - Ooh-rah.

You wanna dance?

Mhmm.

[Music continues]

Do you have any pin ups?

I have one.

Who is it?

Knowing you,

probably some babe from World War two or Europe.

Oh, it mustn't be somebody French, though.

Bridgette Bardot.

And where is Bridgette Bardot going

in a garbage, right?

I'm nothing like Bridgette Bardot.

How interesting.

Are you a Duke?

Shhhh...

There's a light.

It's Mario.

[Banging sound]

It's just the radiator.

[Coughing in the distance]

My old man, it's fine.

[Gina crying]

It only lasts a minute or two.

It's just Gina.

Your house is like my head.

I'm a boot to this.

Can you give me the general orders?

Just keep both hands moving and look for my velour.

It's in there somewhere.

Are you my buck?

Are you my buck?

Poppi's gone.

Why don't you get up?

God, I know you.

Get out of my room!

God, you're cute.

You're cute in person.

Thanks. You're nice.

That's a nice mink.

I inherited it.

You wanna touch?

Soft.

I know.

Get out of the room now.

Thanks for letting me touch.

Can I have something?

Don't give her anything.

She gets everything she wants.

[Door closes]

[Dori laughs]

Was I a fun date?

You were appalling.

But I love Paulings,

especially the innocent ones.

I'm not innocent now.

What?

I must be all knocked up or something.

If I am, are you scared?

You're just a creature.

You have an address.

You're a female.

Your wrists are little.

How can you do all this to me?

I don't know.

What is all this?

I don't know.

Do you know?

Of course, I do.

Think I'm crazy?

Well, yes.

But that's just my luck.

[Intercom speaker] Now boarding flight 76

for Charlotte, North Carolina.

Passengers need to proceed to the gate

with the tickets and boarding passes in hand.

[Music plays]

[Mark] Dear Dori, we are in the field.

We crossed a swamp

and there were broken trees and dragonflies.

I got a B3 for chow today.

That proves you're good luck.

I never talk about you.

I wanna keep you a secret from the platoon.

I like to stay all alone with you in my thoughts.

You're kind of a shield from what's around me,

sort of a place I can hide.

I watch the boots trotting ahead and I follow them,

but in a way, I'm not part of this.

Nobody knows where I am,

not even the lieutenant or the guy behind me

because I'm with you and they don't know it.

But I hope you know it.

I miss you very much.

When we come in from the field,

I'll catch a swoop to New York as soon as I can.

I might get seventy two hours, maybe ninety six.

Anyway, liberty is useless here.

Choices are putt putt, tattoos, or bars.

It's hard to stay out of trouble down here.

Love from the 8th Marines.

[Man] Dude, get off the stage!

[cheering and shouting]

New York?

How much?

25 and we're back by Monday at zero five.

Let's go.

You'll need one more.

I'll pay.

Let's go.

And I sit up front.

[Music continues]

Dori Lawrence?

You're not supposed to be here.

Who's to know?

Where's Dori?

She's not awake yet.

She always pitches fits when she wakes up.

If her meds are weak, she howls.

Please let me in.

[Scream]

Fucker!

Come here.

Come here more.

How's this for come here?

It's good.

I have a broken leg.

I'm emotionally greedy and my prognosis is bad.

Do you want a present?

Gimme.

Oh, I love it.

Oh my god.

Susan, do you see?

Oh, I love the flies.

Can we go to Acapulco?

Do you wanna fuck me or anything?

I mean, I love it.

You know, everybody calls you Dori

or Ms. Lawrence,

but when we were in the field,

I thought of a pet name for you.

Oh, don't.

I'm listening.

Globa.

That is so sexual.

What were you thinking?

Tell me later.

[water running]

I just love her.

I know.

She's a great friend.

So how'd you break your leg?

I was getting off the helicopter,

and I landed hard.

What are you guys gonna do?

I mean, when you guys get out of here.

That's the part of being sick you never really know about.

How sick is Dori?

I mean, I think she's fine. She's great.

She's pretty sick, Mark.

Schizophrenics are not well.

You are going to freeze in that

A hundred winters.

Without the exact figures,

control won't risk bringing you over.

How do they know it's worth it?

It can be verified

when I reach USA.

A spy mistress who impersonates

a diplomat just so that she can win a

bikini contest in Las Vegas.

I don't fill a bikini.

I don't even wear a bra.

Those are not my tits.

Gidget.

Dori, I liked it.

Cornflakes or porridge, bacon or sausages,

poached eggs or fried.

You're fired.

Ms. Lawrence, get your psycho ass the hell off my set.

I'll kick their ass.

And then the band, my band.

I got all creamed up with menthol goop

and gang banged me.

I'll kick their asses too.

Nobody does anything they don't wanna do,

especially when nuts.

I'll kick your ass if you do it again.

I won't because it stings.

Shut up, Dori.

I'm gonna kick your ass.

Do you want a present?

Yeah. Give me.

[Dori singing] Turn a dime...

into a dollar

steal a kiss

shake a hand

make a friend

hustling around

running through the paper

keep an eye out

keep an eye out for the big money maker.

life is so short

women in cars

big wad of cash

deep in your trousers

[Music continues]

Here you go, Deloach.

Hope you get off those crutches

before they deploy you.

Move it forward

and rotate the arms

like a pendulum that's dead inside.

Make real circles now.

Relax the fingers

and the other way.

That's good.

Keep breathing, Terry.

Exhale.

And now that you're there, stop and breathe in.

[Music playing]

Aahh!

I don't care, you know,

about your hopes and your fears,

about your childhood,

or storms that scare you, or dreams

or anything.

You just want my girl parts, right?

Roger.

The D'ubes tried to help me.

I was pining away, so she gave me her strategy.

She used it with Gregory.

It's called, you can hate him if you try.

Did it work?

I say, he's a fucking idiot.

And she says, he's icky.

He sucks.

He's not even here.

So I scratched her.

I mean, only I can say,

you suck,

but so do I.

And I love how we're both just kind of sucky,

and I don't want to detach.

Do you think two people

sort of suck could marry each other?

I'm ready.

Turn it,

with your wrists.

He slides back and forth and kicks.

Kicks to my guy.

You grab the different bars and they flick.

See...

Why aren't you doing it?

Foosball.

This is Foosball.

Foosball, Dori.

Why do you look like that?

[clock ticking]

Zero four eight six one six.

Zero four eight six one six.

[Dori screams]

I'm not finished!

Get off! I am not your mother!

Dear Mark, that was the craziest weekend.

It was all little tales of lambs,

but then I went insane.

I thought hell was surely calling me,

and I'm back in Saint Tony's.

These pills make my tongue all heavy and fat.

The D'urbervilles came, which was sweet,

and she cut my hair.

It looks good short,

real cute and perky, like Lady Di.

I've been smoking so many Rets lately.

Ricky, my agent, came to see me.

Some company made me an offer for

'Figure 9', but it seems out of the question.

These details are boring, so I'll get on with it.

Miss Hangen made the point

that you're going overseas in thirty days.

The D'ubes told her, why didn't you tell me?

I was stunned.

You're eighteen.

You don't know how young you are.

I'm a doped up chick in a hospital bed.

I can't wait around stateside for

some field radio operator to come to my door.

This is crazy.

So stay away, please, because this is hard for me.

I'm not stroking your buzzed head

or putting socks on your toes anymore.

I'm tired of saying goodbye.

From Dori.

Fucker.

I'm not pretty.

Yes you are.

Can you get me out of here,

please?

Honey?

[Music begins]

Turn, Dori.

What's he doing?

What do you think you're doing?

Taking her home.

You'll do no such thing.

I'm warning you, leave her alone.

Or what?

What are you gonna do to me?

Yeah. We're leaving you, dope.

You can't just leave here like this.

I'm a patient and not a prisoner.

- Georgie! - I'm leaving.

Hello, Father.

We're leaving.

Are you trying to escape?

Yes.

You know, sometimes the situations

we can't escape are kindness

from the hand of God.

There's no duty we must perform.

No suffering we must endure,

particularly in the moments of our greatest doubt,

where God is not standing with us.

How fantastic.

[Elevator bell]

Come on.

Let's ask if you can stay here while I'm away.

Could I be a duchess?

I'd like to be.

That is what you are.

Eventually, you run into many of them.

And you just bring them here.

Oh, my goodness.

Jesus, what are you doing here?

This is Dori Lawrence.

My father, my cousin John, and Jenny.

Hello, greetings, everyone.

Are you an actress?

You don't mind, I hope, that Jenny and I

used your room last night.

Dad was nice enough to let us stay

on our way back to Cambridge.

I don't mind,

but I'd like Dori to use it while I'm away.

What are you doing?

Who is that spacey girl?

Is she a mental patient?

She's an actress and a mental patient,

and I'm asking you if she can stay here

while I'm away.

Let me give it to you straight, Mark.

No. And are you a marine these days or what?

Did they like me?

I'm sure they liked you.

Anyway, I like you.

They didn't like me.

Can you work the pedals?

Yes.

It's reserved.

We're handicapped.

We need it.

What are you two doing?

Isn't it gay?

He broke me out of Saint Tony's.

He's with me.

I doubt Miss Hengen will let you stay, Mark.

You better talk to her.

Dori, get dressed so you can talk to this Hengen lady.

Nothing's clean.

I don't wanna wear your coat.

I like it.

Dori, get dressed.

She ought to be at Saint Tony's, Mark.

Look, I'm really starting to get pissed off at you.

Why?

What are you doing to her?

I'm getting her sobered up and dressed.

She is not drunk, Mark.

She's sick.

She's mentally ill.

Are you my duke?

I'm no duke.

It says, are you ugly, selfish girl?

It's lying.

Just hang in there.

Just keep hanging in.

Is that what you do?

That's what everybody does.

I'll go to the laundry while you talk to them.

And we'll just get back in bed until the last second.

Okay?

[Bells ringing]

[low whistle]

Bye bye.

You ready?

Dori,

your mother is here and your uncle Donnie.

[Phone ringing]

Mark, this is my support group.

They're here in order to support me saying

that I can't see you anymore.

Yo, got a 'rette?

Appreciate it.

[Music playing]

All chicks are skanks deep within.

This is true, Gregorio.

This is true.

And even if there are exceptions,

there aren't any.

Is what I said true?

I'm waiting for your confirmation.

[Laughter]

Oh!

Boo!

Did I scare you?

You scared me.

Big entry in your diary.

Guess who called?

Who? Dori?

Dori called?

No. Susan DuBois.

What did she say?

Exactly.

She wanted to discuss with you.

What?

Something to be discussed.

- What? - I don't know.

I don't.

I'm glad for the chance to meet, Mark.

It's good for us to be able to discuss this.

I'm not trying to hurt her, you know.

Why can't I see her?

Nobody's accusing you of doing anything wrong.

You can see her, but that'll do her harm.

She thinks you fix her, you see,

but you don't.

You don't fix her.

Do you see what I mean?

But you don't get it.

I have to see her.

I need to.

She'll get better.

I'll see her the right way, even supervised.

Don't you think she'll get better?

The onset of schizophrenia in the early 20's

is not a good prognosis,

but Dori has a lot going for her,

more than most people do,

and I believe she has a chance.

What can make her better?

Medication and therapy,

concentrated therapy, and sometimes just time.

But you know what happens?

After one dance with you, she goes backwards.

It's not your fault.

I mean, no one's saying that it's your fault,

but that's what happens.

I wanna marry her.

Aren't you going overseas?

Yes.

That doesn't do her much good, does it?

I really couldn't put much value on any

therapy while there's this destructive attachment.

She needs to concentrate on getting well.

It certainly demands her full attention.

You know, you don't have to search for her

wondering if she's up there.

We're not gonna lie to you

and tell you that she's not there because she is.

We're not gonna lie to you

and tell you that she doesn't wanna see you

because she does.

And if you are going to go up there and see her,

we're not even going to stop you.

I guess what we're asking you to do

is to grow up

really fast in a really unusual way

and just not see her.

Can I write to her?

No.

[Dori crying]

You,

you, you don't know me

or where I'm going.

What it means at mail call

when there's a letter from her.

I don't have anything.

Um...

No one...

and if I can't hope,

it's whether or not I'm overseas or stateside.

I love that girl.

[radio static] Stand by. Sir.

Roger that, sir.

Two four MAU, departing conus out here.

Oh, my.

Mary.

Mail call!

- Hello. - Come on.

- Hyman. - Yeah.

- Bridges. - Yep.

- Born. - Here.

- Darwin.

- Shore. - Yep.

- Yep. - What'd you get?

Skipper. Sorry.

Good catch.

That's it.

Oh, they fit your new eye.

Let me see.

Oh, the girls are gonna love it.

Looks good.

This arm is looking better too.

Much better.

Oh, wait.

Wait. Wait.

Still building up fluid in that wound.

Why are you still building up fluid, Deloach?

Huh?

Fix it.

Pull it out.

Deloach, look.

You got a letter.

You want the letter?

You promise not to pass out, I'll give it to you.

Don't pass out, Deloach.

Don't Deloach.

Very nice.

[Dori] Dear Mark, your sister told the D'ubes

you were wounded at a place called Spyglass

and evacuated from Beirut to Naples.

I only have your old address, and I am desperate.

Whatever chance this has of reaching you,

please be alive.

That is what I pray.

Though I am so afraid you won't even open my letter.

I will find you wherever you are.

It doesn't matter,

as long as I can find the courage to go there.

I know you need me, and I need my duke.

I'm better than I was, but I'm not the Statue of Liberty.

Do you care if I'm still sort of a sucky girl?

Because I don't care,

and I don't care how many scars you have.

If you let me, I will purify them.

If you love me,

we will make a beautiful kingdom

out of our suckiness and misery

and wounds.

This is my heart, your Globa.

Fucker.

[Music plays]

[Laughter]

[Outro music plays]

[laughter]

Hey!