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Heartbreak Ridge (1986)

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- Here's that four-ten. - Right.
I been pumping pussy since Christ was a corporal.
I can tell you, the best damned poontang I ever paid for was in Da Nang.
The girls were checked out daily.
And we got ourselves laid in a safe, orderly, proficient, military manner.
That is until some suckhead writes home to mama...
...and says he dipped his wick in the Republic of South Vietnam.
Then the shit hits the fan.
A committee of congressmen who, asshole-to-asshole...
...couldn't make a beer fart in a whirlwind...
...start telling your basic ass-in-the-grass Marine, "No more shore time."
We respond in true Marine Corps fashion.
We salute, do an about face, double-time back to the boom-boom garbage dump...
...where we get the clap, and the drip, and the crabs...
...and a generally poor attitude towards the female of the species.
War is hell, boy. That's a fact.
I don't like soldier boys.
Say what?
You want to pop that puppy's can, you don't have to grease him so hard, jarhead.
Sounds like you're a man of experience.
What the fuck's that mean, grunt-shit?
It means be advised that I'm mean, nasty and tired.
I eat concertina wire and piss napalm...
...and I can put a round through a flea's ass at two hundred meters.
So go hump somebody else's leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.
You aren't going to be so smart with your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead.
Hang onto this, boy.
I think war's just been declared.
Just sit there and bleed for a while before you taste some real pain.
Maybe first I carve me some faggot wings.
Kill him.
Then again, there was this dusky gal in Bangkok...
...a real crossway breezer, I swear.
Thank you for your testimony, Officer Reese.
Sergeant Highway.
Drunk and disorderly...
...fighting in a public establishment...
...urinating on a police vehicle.
It seemed like the thing to do, sir.
Just because there's no war going on...
...it doesn't give you the right to start one every time you get drunk.
I'm taking into account your excellent military record...
...and your commitment to the security of this great nation...
...but this is your last chance.
$100 fine. Next.
Your nightstick file for divorce, Reese?
Who do you think you are, pissing on my squad car?
You think you can break our rules and just walk away?
We're supposed to wet our pants over your goddamned colored ribbons?
Read that file of yours sometime, hero.
Check the dates. It's ancient fucking history.
One night you're going to be puking blood in some alley...
...and you'll see me standing there. Then we'll see.
Keep dreaming, shitball.
You'll pay full price. I don't give any serviceman's discount.
Too bad. Your old lady does.
Just about cleaned you out.
Sure makes you feel good, doesn't it? Helping Uncle Sam battle dirty drawers?
Just pump the neighbor's dog, Jake? Or are you always that slack-eyed and silly?
Looks like you need a lift, Highway.
Suck on one of these, smooth as a prom queen's thighs only not quite so risky.
Havana cured. Got a pal over in Guantanamo in Supply.
We do each other favors.
I've got lots of friends. Of course, I could always use another friend.
- So we can do each other favors? - Yes, sure.
If your pencil wasn't quite so sharp, and your eyesight not so clear around here...
...I could make your military life a lot comfier and more rewarding.
Sergeant, you get that contraband stogie out of my face...
...before I shove it so far up your ass, you'll have to set fire to your nose to light it.
Gunney Highway, Major Devin wants to see you, ASAP.
- At ease. That'll be all, Sergeant Major. - Aye, aye, sir.
Highway, relax.
Stop being so gung-ho.
That's what I am, sir.
What do you got now, about 24?
And then some, sir.
Some men in your position would look forward to retirement.
Take their wives on an around-the-world cruise.
But that's not your way. Is it?
You choose to harangue my staff with a request for transfer to...
...a Fleet Marine Force Unit.
The very unit you got busted out of for insubordination, conduct unbecoming.
That's true, Major. I have had my differences with some limp dicks...
Highway!
I don't know whether to admire you...
...or resent the living hell out of you.
Either way, I guess it doesn't matter. You're out of here, effective immediately.
Where to, sir?
2nd Recon Battalion, 2nd Marine Division. You're going home.
Aye, aye, sir.
Gunney Highway?
Sir?
Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.
Halt!
About face!
We're going to bring up tonight's last victim.
He's a true blood, born in New Jersey.
He's the President of Punk.
The Earl of Funk.
The next king of rock and roll himself. Ladies and gentlemen, Stitch Jones.
Do I bother you while you're playing romance the sheep?
Why not bag the geeks and keep America beautiful?
Put a 10-gallon bag over their 10-gallon heads.
Shall we take care of this?
You look like the Twin Towers turned to cellulite.
I can play country-western. Give me another chance.
Oh yeah?
I know Merle Haggard, Hoss Cartwright, The Beverly Hillbillies.
Give me another chance. I need the money!
- How far? - About two stops.
- Are you the maid? - No.
I want the seat, but it's not worth dying over.
Liz and Dick, Lennon and McCartney, even Ali and Frazier...
...they worked it out. So can we, right?
Stitch Jones is the name. Rocking and rapping is the game.
Pleased to meet you, too.
I banged up my Corvette, but I figure, what the hell...
...gives me a chance to get out and meet the regular people.
People like yourself. People like my fans.
I'm a singer. You heard of me.
Stitch Jones: Earl of Funk, Duke of Cool, Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a.
Shut your face, hippie.
Did you say "hippie"?
Haven't been hippies around here for centuries.
You been freeze-dried or doing hard time?
One of those would sure go down nice.
I'd buy one from you, but I don't have my plastic.
Usually I get one of my lackeys to do my business.
You can have one for free if it will shut that hole under your nose.
Thank you, my man.
Jones.
This doesn't mean you can blow in my ear. Tom Highway.
These aren't your magazines.
No. Somebody must've left them there.
The Sexual Politics of Living Alone.
The Big Commitment and You.
Island Erotics:
How To Stay Tan, Tickly and Tantalized in the Cool Waters of Jamaica.
Not bad, man.
Sunday Sex With a Wednesday Lover.
That sounds like a song.
"I met her on a Wednesday She was the best
"Come Sunday morning, I needed rest
"Because she didn't shave, She didn't use Neet
"She tried to use my face as a bicycle seat"
Word, am I fresh?
She's got some angry titties. Hostile projectiles.
Put your shit in there, get frostbite.
She isn't so bad.
You want to talk tonight, I'll listen.
Don't try to sell me on making love or making music because I'm an authority.
Born to screw and bred to sing. That's me.
I must cut a few Z's myself.
So keep down the chatter while I get my beauty sleep.
Yes. Groupies are fun but you need your vitamins...
...because those babes'll wear you out.
- Anything else, General? - No. That's fine.
What are all those medals?
I'll never tell. At least, not while the sun is shining.
This babe is whacked.
She doesn't know what's twelve inches long and white.
Nothing.
No offense. Just working on my routine.
I'll tell you what's black and bleeding, if it don't shut up.
Mellow, man. It's gonna be a nice day.
Tell the driver, I'll be right out.
Don't worry. I'll use my plastic. It's my treat for your hospitality.
Thanks, I'll get the tip.
My buddy will take care of that.
He asked me to tell you that there's no sunshine in the men's john.
I'm here, baby. Let's do some distance.
Son of a bitch.
You're going to slurp my lifer's juice out of my own cup?
Yes. I guess I should have gotten shots beforehand.
If your brain was as quick as your mouth, you'd be a twenty-star general by now.
If I was half as ugly as you, Sergeant Major...
...I'd be a poster boy for a prophylactic.
Still a mean and nasty bastard.
Goddamn! It's sure good to see you, Tom, back where you belong.
Take it easy. Everybody will think I'm spoken for.
'Morning, sir.
Sergeant Major?
Coffee, sir?
Negative.
Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway, reporting for duty, sir.
That Operation Officer's farthole is sewed so tight, he shits out of his mouth.
Academy?
Big-time football hero.
When am I ever going to get a break?
Never.
- Sergeant Major? - Sir!
Bring in Gunnery Sergeant Highway.
Been in a long time.
I've felt a little heat, sir.
Korea. Dominican in 1965. Three tours of duty in Vietnam.
This old bulldog is carrying so much shrapnel...
...he can't pass through an airport metal detector.
I haven't yet had the privilege of combat.
I recently came over from Supply and Logistics.
An unappreciated field of endeavor, sir.
Quite.
My record of achievement thus far has been exemplary...
...and I fully intend for that to continue.
Sir.
I want this battalion to be the class of the division.
I expect my noncommissioned officers to lead by example.
Public fighting and insubordination to civilian authority...
...are not what I call "good standards."
It was a minor altercation, sir.
You make a habit of that, Gunney.
A year ago you hit an officer.
I went to Annapolis with that man.
You try that with me, Sergeant Highway...
...and you'll drag your butt in a sling for a month, understand?
Yes, sir.
I don't know what strings you pulled to get here, but I assure you, I don't like it.
This is the new Marine Corps.
The new breed.
Characters like you are an anachronism.
You should be sealed in a case that reads, "Break Glass Only in the Event of War."
I have no tolerance for you old-timers who think you know better. Understand?
I understand a lot of body bags get filled if I don't do my job, sir.
Major!
Division has assigned Gunney Highway to our Reconnaissance Platoon.
Yes, Recon.
Their last sergeant was an old-time combat vet, too.
But he went ROAD on me...
..."Retired On Active Duty."
Had a few months to retirement, figured he'd coast.
Allowed the men to lapse into mediocrity.
You're close to mandatory retirement yourself. Aren't you, Highway?
That's right, Major.
I ask for Marines, the division sends me relics.
The men in Recon Platoon are less than highly motivated, to say the least.
I want those men in shape.
I'll make life-takers and heartbreakers out of them, sir.
Dismissed.
Is he always like that, or is he trying to make a good impression?
He even consults the Marine Corps manual before he mounts his old lady...
...just to insure he performs in an orderly, proficient, military manner.
Chow with Helen and me tonight. She can't wait to see you.
Later, we can stomp some brain cells and tell some stories.
- I'd like to, but I'd better get organized. - Sure. I understand.
Excuse me, sir.
I mean, Gunney. Sergeant Major.
Sir, this is Gunnery Sergeant Highway. He's been assigned to Recon Platoon.
Outstanding! Welcome aboard.
I have to hightail it. I'm late for pre-scuba school.
His mama know he's playing Marine?
By the way, he's Lieutenant Ring. Your platoon leader.
Thanks a lot.
You think you were just going to tilt nipple to a bunch of no-rank fuzzbutts?
Want me to intro you to your troops?
- No. I'll take care of it. - Take my pickup.
Thanks. Where is it?
You just tell by the sign. It says, "Sergeant Major."
- Is this Recon Platoon? - No speak English.
- You? - No habla.
My name is Gunnery Sergeant Highway.
I've drunk more beer, pissed more blood, banged more quiff, busted more balls...
...than all you numbnuts put together.
Major Powers has put me in charge of this Recon Platoon.
We take care of ourselves!
You couldn't take care of a wet dream.
- God loves you. - I know that.
You men do not impress me!
Recon Platoon kicks butt!
You think you can slip and slide just because your last sergeant was a pussy...
...a short-timer just marking the days.
You're going to start acting like Marines, right now.
Who invited you?
I'm not doing this because I want to take long showers with you assholes.
And I don't want to get my head shot off in some faraway land...
...because you don't habla. Comprende? - Right!
- You? - Yes, Gunney!
"Girl, you know I think you're fine
"and you've got that big behind"
Well, well, well.
I'm here to tell you all that life as you know it has ended.
You should all go to town tonight.
Laugh and make fools of yourselves.
Rub your little peckers against your honey, or stick it in a knothole in a fence...
...but whatever it is, just get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow...
...your ass is mine.
Where's your bunk?
What's going on?
- Let's have it. - What are you talking about?
- The money from my ticket. - No need to use violence.
I'm a Capricorn, a peace lover.
I was just a little down on my luck.
I got some money right here. It's all I got.
And the meal.
- Meal? - Yes. The meal.
- That's really all I've got. Right there. - And the tip.
- No. That's really it! - You owe me.
It's my will against yours, and you will lose.
So 0600 tomorrow.
That's 6:00 in the morning for all you people who don't habla.
Damn! He just tore off my ear!
He's lucky he had a chance to escape before I kicked his ass...
...big leatherneck, jarhead motherfucker!
Something must be done about this Gunney Highway.
Yes! But what are we going to do?
- Wait till the Swede gets out of the brig! - That's it! The Swede!
- Yes! He'll rip his head off and dump in it! - Then he'll eat it!
- Yes! - The Swede! Goodbye, Highway!
Swede! Swede! Swede!
Hey, baby.
I called his wife...
Do you fool around on the first date?
Damn you. Don't you know how to write or call?
I didn't want to cause you any sleepless nights thinking about me.
- I'll get you a beer. - Great. I could use one.
You look great. They don't make them like you anymore, sweetheart.
Hell, sure they do.
But if you want a lot from a woman, you have to give a lot.
No, not this kid.
It seems marriage and the Marine Corps weren't too compatible.
Panther piss. The best years of my life were with a Marine.
If I was a little younger, I'd make you eat your words, and curl your toes.
I'll bet you could.
Aggie always kept a smile on your face.
That was pain.
Tom, she's in town.
I figured as much.
If she wants more alimony, she's in trouble.
I'm so broke, I couldn't leave if it took a quarter to go around the world.
She's cocktailing over at the Palace.
I figured she'd be married to a general by now.
Can I get my old room back?
Hell, yes. You going to see her?
Hell, no. Can I run a tab on this?
Hell, no.
And now, back from an awesomely successful tour...
... the Earl of Funk, the Duke of Cool...
... the Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a, Stitch Jones!
Okay, what will it...
Aggie.
- What do you want? - A beer.
- What are you doing here? - Ordering.
You even remembered the brand.
Bad whiskey, bad sex and bad men, I never forget.
You didn't talk dirty when we were married.
Always. Only you were never there to hear it.
Look, Tom, I'm working.
- You look great. - The lights are low.
I mean it. I'd recognize you coming and going.
Please, save the banter for your bimbos.
It's late. I'm tired. My feet hurt. What are you doing here?
I'm back with Recon.
And you just happened to wander in here? Ain't life grand?
- I didn't come here to fight with you. - You mean old dogs do learn new tricks?
I just came for a beer and you're ragging my ass already.
Aggie, is there a problem here?
No.
I'd like you to meet one of my favorite exes. This is Thomas Highway.
This is Roy Jennings. He owns the Palace.
I've heard about you and your bullshit heroics.
Now, Roy, Tom is just going to leave.
Aggie, I'll take you home after we close...
...as usual.
You sure can pick them.
Look who's talking.
I'm going to play something from NYC. I want all of you to rock the house.
Fuck rock! Get your hair cut!
You're so ugly, you should be at the airport, sniffing luggage!
I guess you think you're funny?
All of you, cross your legs, hold your noses, and fart.
- I bet you could clear out your minds! - Say what?
Don't start no S-H. There won't be no l-T.
We have some pretty ladies here.
Come have a drink with the nation's finest.
Chill out.
Knock it off! Knock it off, goddamn it!
Sit down!
Lay off them, they're not hurting anyone.
- Why don't you stay out of this? - This is none of your business.
Are you some kind of smart mouth?
I'm just trying to sing a song here.
You get off on rousting Marines?
Leave it alone. It doesn't concern you.
I chew on jarheads and spit them out.
You do? Why don't I just bend you over that table and nail you in the keister?
What are you talking about?
That's what your persuasion is. You just said so.
I'll send you home with an "l-just-pumped-the-neighbor's-cat"...
...Iook on your face.
What kind of fag talk is that?
You have no right to do this!
He's just fucking with you.
These guys don't mean nothing.
Who'd have the bad sense to fuck with you in your own place?
Welcome to Fantasy Disco.
To hell with both of you.
You're out, Jones. Hit the road.
And you watch it, funny man.
Get your tight little butt out of here.
I never want to see you here again.
I have got a future here, damn it!
- Cocktailing? - No! With Roy!
I expect a hell of a lot better out of an ex-wife of mine.
He's an improvement over you!
I don't believe this shit!
I'd have kicked Jennings' ass, if I wasn't trying to protect you.
So you owe me one. I saved your life.
This doesn't mean we'll be swapping spit in the shower.
Fucking big jarhead sucker.
Drop your cocks and grab your socks.
Off your ass and on your feet. Get up!
Knees in the breeze in five minutes.
It's 5:00 a.m.! You said, 6:00 a.m.
So I can't tell time.
Maybe some commie bastard's coming to pop you a new asshole in the forehead.
Move out! You're Marines now. You improvise. You adapt. You overcome.
Four minutes. Fall out.
We move swift. We move silent. We move deadly.
Only one shake of the whangs.
Any more than that constitutes pleasure, and we're not in that business.
Sleep well, Mr. Jones?
It's a nightmare. Wake me up, Mama, please!
- Gunney, platoon's formed for PT. - Take your post.
The Marines are looking for a few good men.
Unfortunately, you aren't it.
We will blaze a path into battle for others to follow.
Surrender is not in our creed.
Let's hear you say that.
Surrender is not in our creed.
Louder, or next time you leave this base, you'll be collecting pensions.
- Surrender is not in our creed! - Louder!
Surrender is not in our creed!
Strip off those t-shirts.
- What? - What is he talking about?
You'll all wear the same t-shirts, or none at all.
What's your name, Marine?
Lance Corporal Fragetti, Gunney.
You shouldn't litter, Fag-eddy. It's ecologically unsound.
- What's your name? - Aponte.
- Yours? - Profile.
- Yours? - Quinones.
- Yours? - Collins!
All right, Colitis.
Cajones.
Prophylactics. Ajax.
You boys are handsome.
You look like models.
In fact, I want your hair high and tight tomorrow morning.
That's everybody.
When you start looking like Marines, you'll start feeling like Marines.
Then, goddamn it, you'll start acting like Marines.
Right face! Forward march!
When the Swede gets out of the brig, this sucker is dead meat!
- You got that right. - Right.
"Mama, Mama, can't you see?
"What the Marine Corps has done to me?
"What the Marine Corps has done to me?
"I used to drive a Chevrolet
"I used to drive a Chevrolet
"Now I'm marching everyday
"Now I'm marching everyday"
Cajones, give us a cadence.
Your girlfriend is going to weep when I bite that finger off.
Give me that cadence, now!
I don't remember any.
Think fast, gopher-balls, or you'll run until midnight.
Do it, man! This dude is certifiable.
Do lip, Cajones.
Do lip.
"Model A Ford and a tankful of gas
"Model A Ford and a tankful of gas
"Handful of pussy and a mouthful of ass
"Handful of pussy and a mouthful of ass"
Is this sucker lost?
Is he going to invade South Carolina?
All right, let's smoke this sucker's ass.
'Morning. Missed you and Recon Platoon at PT.
The men and I were getting acquainted.
Excellent.
I want to freelance them for awhile to evaluate them.
There are no special duties in the training schedule. Shall I join you?
You must have important work here.
Actually, I am preparing a paper on tactics and strategy for the War Club Seminar.
It's fascinating stuff.
I don't know if the Major told you...
...I was Commanding Officer of my ROTC detachment in college.
I'll sleep better at night knowing that, sir.
Thank you. What college did you go to?
Heartbreak Ridge.
Heartbreak Ridge? I've never heard of that school.
That looks nice. Real nice.
Slick.
Smells like a Ben Gay factory.
Strip off those t-shirts.
We're all the same!
The same as me?
How can we know that?
Improvise. Overcome. Adapt. Get off those goddamned t-shirts now!
Platoon, right face!
Forward march!
Rethink. You might get away with that with Tyler...
...but this cat? He's nuts. He'll catch you.
Don't worry yourself.
The Few, the Proud, the Chumps.
Big light-bulb head must have a key to the PX. Any better ideas?
Where's Aponte?
Gunney, he's sick.
He looked like proof of life after death. He's getting checked out.
- That right? - Yes, that's right, Gunney.
I want the barracks field dayed and squared away ASAP today.
Gunney, we cleaned them just a little while ago.
Yes, Gunney, it's Saturday.
Let's have a show of hands, how many think the squad bay is ready to go as is?
- Definitely! - There you have it. Democracy in action.
- Right! - We'll run instead.
Attention!
Right face!
Forward march!
Double time!
- Shit! - Out of my way!
What's going on?
This is the AK-47 assault rifle. Your enemy's preferred weapon.
It makes a distinctive sound when fired at you, so remember it.
Move out.
That is bullshit, man. He is dogging us. He's shooting at us, scraping at us.
I know!
Look at the way he's always squinting his eyes...
...trying to talk all tough.
I should slap him myself, just to call his bluff.
Don't do that! He's just a jarhead fool.
"You're right, but hold me back in case I lose my cool
"Because we're the Recon Platoon
- "We're always gung-ho to party - "Or watch The Late Show
"Until Highway came along
"His abuse we don't need But we'll end all of this bullshit
"when Highway meets the Swede!"
Highway, I heard you were back.
Webster.
These retards couldn't fight their way out of a shithouse.
Is that where you've been keeping yourself?
The Major and I are building an elite company of fighting men.
The only thing you could build, Webster, is a good case of hemorrhoids.
- What? - You're blowing away all your ammunition.
Mr. L-Hate-Americans is going to make you into Swiss cheese. Slow down your fire.
It's not my fucking fault! The fucking weapon is fucking fucked up!
Nothing is wrong with that rifle. Keep it tight.
Did you wake up this morning with a piss pot on your head?
No, Gunney. I wore this in your honor.
- Is that so? - Yes.
I figured, this is a classic piece of issue, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Khe Sahn...
...all that old antique stuff.
A nice tribute to an aging veteran as close to retirement as yourself.
I'm touched.
Yes! Recon way of saying welcome, and inevitably, goodbye.
And the Kevlar helmet you were issued...
...that didn't, by chance, find its way into one of the local pawn shops in town?
No way, Gunney. That's a serious implication.
- We're financially responsible for them. - That's right. You are.
That's why I want to see Kevlar on your head by 1900 hours...
...or you're not going to have a head to wear it on.
Yes, sir, Gunney Highway, Sergeant, sir.
Gunney, my weapon's jammed.
- What the... - Shit!
Major Powers is going to teach you how to discipline your men.
If Powers ever stopped suddenly, your face would go halfway up his ass.
Profile is never going to make it back.
Powers is cold-blooded.
Don't give the prick the satisfaction. You can make it.
Recon!
What did you say, Gunnery Sergeant?
I said, "Don't give the prick the satisfaction," sir.
"Sensitive dialogue during a communication of the relationship."
- Follow you home? - Sure. Why not?
Somebody just look outside and see what shirt he's wearing.
It doesn't matter. He'll just complain about something else.
Life was a lot easier before Frankenstein came.
Right!
How am I going to play on American Bandstand?.
All of this macho soldiering shit is bad for my hands.
People, fall out.
I said, fall out! Now!
We're not going anywhere.
All this play-war stuff is bullshit.
This is all a question of mind over matter.
We no longer mind because you don't matter.
You've been voted out of office.
Mr. Jones, you fall out on that street, or I'll kick your ass off this planet.
I don't think so, babe. Swede?
Gunney, I'd like you to meet my big friend, Swede Johanson.
Swede, say something charming to the man.
I'm going to rip off your head and shit down your neck.
So you see, Grungy Highway, we don't have any use for you anymore.
"Hit the road, Jack!
"And don't you come back No more, no more"
Stick your chin up.
Higher!
Now get your ass out on that street, ladies. Right this second!
I'll speak to you later, Swede.
Sir, I'll wait outside for the MPs to come.
Negative, Johanson. You're going to become a Marine, right now.
- Fall out. - Yes, sir.
Good morning, men!
I thought I'd lead you through this exercise.
I couldn't find Gunney Highway, though.
I don't know where he went.
Good Lord, what was that?
Sir, that's an AK-47 assault weapon.
The preferred weapon of our enemies.
It makes a very distinctive sound when fired at us, sir.
Yes, it does. Doesn't it?
Good night, Roy.
Hold up, Aggie. I'll follow you home.
No. You go ahead. I've got some pains.
- I got it. - Not tonight, you don't.
"The sensual communication, meaningful..."
Panther piss.
Glad to know some things don't change. Still know what a woman loves to hear.
I just happened to be in the neighborhood.
I thought maybe you'd like to sit down and we could talk.
Are you reading those magazines?
- What magazines? - Those magazines.
Somebody must have left them here.
Who?
- Choozoo. - He doesn't know how to read.
Quit being so stubborn. Why don't you sit down so we can talk?
I am not one of your troops that can be bullied.
Was being married to me that bad?
Yes.
Platoon. Attention!
Thank you, Gunney!
What a fine morning for a military exercise.
Men...
...today we will execute an ambush against a numerically superior hostile force...
...by using cover, surprise, interlocking fields of fire...
...and the natural aggressiveness of the United States Marine.
Show me some poontang, I'll show you an aggressive Marine!
We'll provide Major Powers and his elite force...
...an accessible target to sharpen their superior skills.
This will be facilitated by the MILES Gear each team will wear.
When one of our men is shot, these laser-sensitive vests emit a beeping noise.
Excuse me, Lieutenant? Are you hinting that we don't fight back?
Yes, Gunney. The Major likes to use the Recon Platoon as a training tool.
What happens when these men go into combat and they're not prepared?
They just get dead.
Yes. I see what you mean.
Did you discuss this with Major Powers?
- Let's move them out, Gunney. - Are you coming with us, Lieutenant?
No, Gunney. I have a doctor's appointment at 1100.
I hope it's nothing that will keep you out of the next war.
Platoon, right face.
Sling arms.
Forward march.
Are you sure Highway's our man to run the ambush?
He's the best I know at small unit tactics.
I doubt that.
Marines, today we're going to kick some Recon ass.
Attention! About face!
Forward march!
When I first joined the Corps...
...I thought I'd be jumping out of planes, and fighting the enemy.
This is the new, modern, mechanized Marine Corps. We'll jump out of our heads.
The only enemy we're fighting is boredom.
You hear that voice? It's calling me, Hollywood.
Stitch Jones is going be a rock and roll star.
Don't forget us when you make it to the top.
Front row center seat, and all the girls I can't eat for my homeboy.
I love leftovers.
Unsling your rifles. You're making too much noise.
Why? We're not supposed to win. He watches too much prime time.
- What was that? - You're dead, Marine.
You tripped on four booby traps that blew your legs off...
...and we have to send out a search party for your testicles. Where's your backup?
Profile.
What good are you back there? Without any cover fire, I get shot.
While you guys pump the dog, we get everyone in this platoon killed.
Chill out. That's what we're here for.
Say what?
We've ambushed Major Powers three times, and always right here.
We know what we're doing.
Who says we're going to ambush Major Powers right here?
Didn't you hear Lieutenant Ring?
Major Powers wants us to die in a loud, grotesque, military manner.
I don't give a fuck about Major Powers.
My job is to keep you men alive. Let's move on.
Coming to the ambush site over the next hill.
Roger that.
It helps, knowing when and where you're going to be hit, sir.
Easy. Give them a few more yards, then we'll nail the coffin shut.
Chill out. Here they come.
Hit them now!
Now!
Cease fire!
You're in the wrong ambush site!
Cease fire!
They're in the wrong ambush site!
Recon! Recon!
- Sergeant Major! - Yes?
Turn this damn thing off.
Makes a hell of a racket, doesn't it, sir?
This man usurped authority, disregarded procedures...
...and ignored my personal directives all week. Why, Lieutenant?
- Sir, I thought the training... - You think too much and act too little.
You're supposed to be an officer. Look it up in your leader's handbook.
Who gave you permission to deviate from the training schedule?
I needed to evaluate my men, sir.
They're not your men, you son of a bitch. They're the U.S. Marine Corps' men.
The 2nd Division's men. The 8th Marine Regiment's men.
In other words, they're my men. And so are you. Get it?
I'll get my ass shot off if I'm in a hot landing zone with an untrained platoon.
You will follow my program to the letter. No questions asked.
We go into combat tomorrow, you'll plant half those men.
You did it on your own, didn't you?
I can't fix it if I don't know what's broken.
You make it easy.
Sir...
...I gave Gunney permission to freelance his...
...I mean, the men, sir.
Wait outside, Ring.
Aye, aye, sir.
I'm going to run you out of the Corps, Highway.
The funny thing is, you'll do all the work.
Sooner or later, you'll disobey orders...
...circumvent procedures again, or just get drunk.
You can't help it.
You're too old, too stupid and too prideful to change.
I'll enjoy watching you fall.
Get out and send in that idiot, Ring.
He wants to see you, Lieutenant.
- I'm sorry. - No need to be.
Lieutenant?
Recon.
You'll let anybody in here. Won't you?
Have one on the house to ease your pain.
Want to get drunk and howl at the moon...
...get us both busted back to low-ass, no-rank, mud-rolling PFC?
I'm your man.
What are we, Chooz?
We're short-haired bastards with meat cleavers for pricks and kerosene for blood.
Yes. We're all of that. That's for sure.
We're 0-1-1.
Say again?
Major Powers, one dark cloudy morning, said to me, "Sergeant Major...
"...you're 0-1-1.
"No wins. One tie, Korea...
"...and one loss, Vietnam."
Maybe we lost the war, but we won the battles.
I'm not going to lose the next one because my men aren't ready.
What are you going to do?
Make them Marines.
Stoney Jackson...
...best goddamned platoon sergeant two short-pricked, piss-ant...
...baby soldier, little fuckers ever went to war with.
- Yes. Heartbreak Ridge. - Heartbreak Ridge.
Your CO called.
Your battalion just went on full alert.
God bless.
- I can't find my tent. - Where's my poncho liner?
Damn it, who's got my web gear?
Profile, that's my canteen.
Aponte better get back here. He'll do time for being AWOL.
People, let's have an equipment check. Weapon?
Let's keep it simple.
You got boots on, you can walk into combat. Let's go.
Where's Aponte?
He's sick. Must've been the chipped beef. I'm sick myself.
- You've eaten worse. - Only when I'm shit-faced.
These DD-13-48 request forms are not filled out properly.
We're going to approach this in an orderly, proficient manner, Sergeant Major.
Yes, sir.
I want you to be sure that each round of ammo...
...is counted and returned in the same way it was received.
- I'll personally dot the i's and cross the t's. - Sloppiness breeds inefficiency.
Your outfit could use some cleaning up, Gunney.
Sir, I want to issue my squad leader some night vision glasses.
- I should've thought of that. - That is not part of your TO&E.
I thought it might...
Fill out the proper request forms and send it through the chain of command.
Request forms?
Attention!
At ease, men.
Major Malcolm Powers, sir. Annapolis, Class of '71.
How are your men doing, Major?
My men are ready to fight to the death to protect our country, sir.
Let's hope that won't be necessary.
Have we ever served together?
I don't know, sir. Sergeant Major Choozoo and I...
...were in the 2nd Battalion in the 7th in 1968.
I had a rifle company in 1st Battalion, 7th.
We sure as hell chewed some of the same dirt, sir.
That's for sure. What's your assessment of this alert?
It's a cluster fuck.
Say again?
Marines are fighting men, sir, they shouldn't be sitting on their asses...
...filling out forms for equipment they should already have.
Interesting observation, Gunney.
Carry on, Major.
Now hear this. Now hear this.
This is it. We're going to war.
This has been an emergency deployment readiness exercise.
We are standing down. The alert is cancelled.
Damn it.
Maybe next time, sir.
You heard him. Move it out.
Aponte.
Oh, him.
Where is he?
What's wrong with you?
Nobody goes over the hill on me.
If you didn't have those stripes, I'd kick your ass around the block!
Yes, but since I'm not into violence...
...I'll refrain from kicking your ass at this particular time.
I'll give you a rebate on your life.
Besides, who the hell is Aponte?
He ain't heavy and he sure the hell ain't my brother.
Gunney Highway.
That's right. Gunney Highway.
Come in.
I'm sorry, but I had to tell him.
This is my wife, Sara. Clean that up a little, honey.
Gunney, I filled out all the forms there are.
What the Corps could give just isn't enough for the family.
So I took a job.
- You got a job? - Yes.
- You want out of the Marines? - No! No way.
Then we're going to have to cut through all the red tape B.S., aren't we?
- Yes, we are. - Knock it off.
Here. Here's a special fund. Gunnery sergeants only.
Don't worry, you can pay it back.
- Here. You better take him. Jesus Christ. - Thank you.
- What are you smiling at? - I always knew you were Santa Claus.
You pull another suckhead play like that...
...the only thing that will beat you to the brig is an ambulance.
Yes, sir, Gunnery Sergeant Highway, sir.
You can't leave the Duke of Cool!
This man has no social graces.
So?
Lureen down at the Palace said you had the night off.
Lureen talks too much.
Can I buy you a beer?
Jesus.
You can't come back after all this time, with no warning whatsoever.
Interfere at my place of work, almost started a brawl...
...almost lost me the only crummy job I could find.
Then you show up here, expecting me to just smooth as silk...
...invite you in for a sit-down and a smile.
It's always the same, Highway. All balls, no brains.
Is there something you're afraid of?
Yes. I'm afraid I'll dent that thick skull of yours with this frying pan.
- It wouldn't be the first time, would it? - No.
Nice place you have here.
Thanks. You want a glass?
- Feet still bothersome? - I hawk booze five nights a week.
There's no senior prom looming on my horizon.
To the old times.
Just as long as you don't say good times.
We had our share of those, too, didn't we?
I don't know. I can't think that far back.
How are you feeling?
Terrific.
Absolutely couldn't feel better.
What brings you here?
I'm back with Recon, back where I belong.
So?
It's different this time.
How?
I'm coming to the end of it. I don't know where I go from here.
I just want it to end as right as it was when I started.
Do you want some chips? There's pretzels.
Yes, thanks.
Fringe benefits of work.
Tell me something.
Did we mutually nurture each other?
I beg your pardon?
Did we communicate in a meaningful way in our relationship?
Relationship?
Hell, I thought we were married.
I've been thinking about the past lately.
I was just wondering what went wrong.
With what?
With me.
The Corps. With us.
That is so damn much like you.
You never could see that things just don't fit neatly into right and wrong.
What else is there?
It isn't that simple.
I went by those rooms that we rented when we got married.
Damn, they're small.
They say everything shrinks with age.
Tell me something.
What did you want out of our marriage?
We talked once about an avocado ranch...
...about buying a house with a barbecue in the back.
But then you'd volunteer for every damn war that came down the pike.
- Goddamn it! - What's the matter?
How could I be so stupid?
What do you mean?
- You changed tactics on me! - What are you talking about?
Gave up the old frontal assault, tried to outflank me.
I am onto you, Highway, and I want you out of here, right now!
You're not acting very dignified for a mature woman.
You old fucking Marine warhorse, I'll show you dignified!
You get out of here! Go on! Get the fuck out of here!
You better get your tail out of here or I'll get mad!
Take that, you old fuck!
I never want to see your craggy, old face again, you hear?
Don't ever come back. Ever!
She's as crazy as she's always been, for Christ's sake.
You asshole!
I hate you, Highway!
Fuck you!
Tonight's winner...
... is Miss Sarita Dwayne!
Wait a minute, man. That's bullshit.
You're trying to rip me off.
Nobody likes a sore loser.
I'm an equal opportunity ass-kicker. Let's vote.
You people have a right to vote.
Whoever voted for Miss Banana Titties, say, "Yes."
No!
All who voted for me, say, "Rock the house."
Rock the house!
No man. You all the faggot Mod Squad?
I don't play none of this jail give-up-the-booty bullshit.
Don't ask for my autograph.
You can rob me...
...you can starve me, you can beat me, and you can kill me...
...just don't bore me.
- I'm really glad I could help. - I owe you another dinner.
Powers will thin-slice your prick if he finds out about this!
- Sergeant Major! - Who are you?
Jones, 2nd Battalion. Recon Platoon.
Highway's platoon? Snap to, Marine. Give me a hand.
Highway knows I'm innocent. We're like brothers.
I posted his bail.
- He needs you, Aggie. - Until the next war.
Good thing we got him out.
Oh, shit.
Coffee.
I always wanted to check this place out.
Look at all this history.
Little Mary's served Marines from three wars.
How is he doing?
Aggie will put him back together again, just like she always has.
Highway's something else. High-speed, low drag.
No one better to be with if you're in a hot LZ.
Heartbreak Ridge.
It was the truth.
What's Heartbreak Ridge?
Listen, we have to understand each other...
...before we go any further.
Are we going any further?
You'll be out of the Corps soon.
But you are gung-ho, through and through. Always will be.
And there is no room in my future for a Marine.
I'm not sure I like how you say "Marine."
I can say "Marine" any damn way I choose.
I earned that right.
- That's right, you did. - I lived in a rathole...
...when they were bringing those boys home in those flag-draped, metal coffins.
I don't think I got a wink's sleep in 1968.
- Do you remember that year? - Yes. I remember.
I'd turn on the TV in the morning, I'd eat dinner in front of it every night...
...eyes glued, hoping to catch a glimpse of you on the news...
...and then praying I wouldn't.
Then I'd crawl into bed and wonder...
...where were you? What were you doing? Were you alive?
And I had no way of knowing.
I guess there are things that work harder on a woman than being shot at.
I swear the not knowing was the worst.
I'm sorry.
That's all right, baby.
That's all right.
We went up and down that dirt pile for six days and six nights.
Fixed bayonets, hand-to-hand. Fought them something fierce.
They gave back as good as they got. Lots of men died.
We were the 23rd Infantry.
We joined the Corps later.
We were younger than you are.
I never heard of any Heartbreak Ridge.
It's not in any of the history books. It's a little piece of war.
The place didn't have a name, just a number.
Stoney Jackson looked at it and said, "Ladies...
"...if this don't kill us, it'll break our hearts."
- Who's Stoney Jackson? - Little Mary's husband.
He was our platoon sergeant.
He recommended Highway for his Congressional Medal of Honor.
Gunney Highway won the CMH?
He charged two machine gun nests by himself.
He didn't sleep for three days.
The final human wave he held off almost single-handedly.
When it was over...
...there was me, Stoney Jackson...
...and Tom Highway.
We were the only ones still alive.
What happened to Jackson?
He was killed at Khe Sahn in 1968.
Can I get you something to eat? I can fix it in no time.
No, thank you, ma'am.
Excuse me, ma'am. You don't happen to be up...
...when Gunney Highway leaves for the base, do you?
I pour his coffee and lay out his things.
Platoon, attention!
Right face!
Forward march!
Each platoon will proceed to the objective...
...which in this case is the Battalion Bear Pit.
Whoever reaches it first will get a 72- hour liberty.
Sir, it would be an honor, if you would accompany my platoon.
Thank you, Staff Sergeant.
Get out of your seats.
Johanson, tighten up that harness.
- Gunney, I'm afraid of heights. - So am I.
You are?
Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane is not a natural act...
...so let's do it right and enjoy the view.
Let's move.
We made it. We're the first platoon to reach the Bear Pit.
Not so quick, sir.
Darn. 1st Platoon.
Major. It's Highway.
Damn.
Come on, let's smoke 'em.
1st Platoon, follow me!
Recon wins.
Gunney, you don't know your place. 1st Platoon is the victor!
I say we have ourselves a dilemma, sir.
Sergeant Major, as my umpire, I order you to declare 1st Platoon the winner.
Sir, that wouldn't be fair.
What do you propose to resolve this situation?
Match-up.
Okay, men, get them off.
Get your shit off.
Get them out!
Get them out!
Recon!
Sergeant Major, 1st Platoon wins.
I don't see it that way, Major.
You're out of order, Gunney. 1st Platoon is king of the pit.
- How do you figure? - Your man cheated.
I say, he improvised.
He cheated!
He adapted. He overcame.
There's only one way to settle this.
Platoon sergeants, front and center.
Remember, Sergeant, I'm leading your platoon today.
Old man, it's time somebody put you in your place.
It felt great beating Major Powers' elite fighting unit!
I've been bitten by every bug known to mankind.
With all these bumps, you look like you got muscles.
I bet I have poison ivy.
You can get permanent light duty for all of the crud on your body.
Your dream come true. You won't have to do this bullshit any more.
Fuck you. I'm getting pretty good at this.
This man must be sick, ladies and gentlemen.
I'll tell you who's sick...
...Gunney Highway is the sickest individual I've ever come across.
That's right! Order today and get this record set from Recon Records...
...with songs like, Highway's a Sick Individual...
...Polish My Weapon and I'll Polish Yours.
That's my song! I like that one!
Bionic Marine.
- That's it! Bionic Marine. - Yes, do that one!
"We kicked a lot of ass, at a place called Heartbreak Ridge
"Don't fuck with Scarface Highway, baddest jarhead there is
"He's a bad, psycho mother, bionic Marine
"A leatherneck lifer, who likes the barracks clean
- "He kicked Powers in the ass - "Whipped him upside the head
"If you fuck with this sick mother, then you are going to end up dead
"He's a fire-pissing jarhead, bionic Marine
"Salty dog doesn't wear anything but Marine Corps green
- "No time to shit or shower - "No time to smoke a cig
"Don't fuck with Gunney Highway, or you'll end up in the brig"
I'll tell you something else.
Highway won the Congressional Medal of Honor at Heartbreak Ridge.
- Check that out. - The CMH!
I knew he was bad, but not that bad.
Major Powers wants statements from each and every of you.
What kind of statement?
Gunnery Sergeant Highway used live ammunition...
...with unauthorized weapons in the training exercise.
Says who?
I thought you guys didn't like Highway.
I heard that AK-47 fire coming from your AO.
Don't you want to go back to the way it was?
Nobody fucking with you?
Seems to me that no one is going to fuck with us the way things are now.
There's weekend liberty in it for all of you.
I'll start with you.
I got nothing to say.
- You? - No hablo ingles.
This can go hard on you all if you aren't going to cooperate.
We don't have anything to say to you, Webster.
Why don't you take your ass back to that 1st Platoon of yours...
...and don't go away mad. Just go away.
You've been told.
- I hate social functions. - You're going to love it.
Your presence is requested at the MAU Commander's open house.
- Full military dress. - Piss on that.
You'll be there, Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway.
Stand tall, look sharp, and wear all your ribbons...
...so these people can see a hero who isn't dead.
- Let's find the bar. - Good idea.
How are you this evening? Thank you.
I'm privileged to greet a Medal of Honor winner.
Thank you, sir.
Run into any cluster fucks lately?
No. Not lately, sir.
Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy the party.
I love to see the brass snap to attention when they see that little ribbon.
What do you do at a party like this, stick out your little pinkie?
Just don't unzip and stick Old Blue out.
Didn't J.J. Johnson do that at a WAVE party in San Diego?
No! That was me. J.J. Mooned the ARVN General at China Beach.
Let's drink a toast to J.J. And all of the pieces of him we couldn't find.
Funniest guy I ever met.
One thing about a party like this, the conversation is so adult.
Choozoo, I think I'm going to head for the back door of this place.
And lose all this joy?
You won't be upset if I cut in, will you?
I'll get over it.
I'll go see what the chow's like.
Would you like to dance?
- What are you doing here? - I'm still on the mailing list.
- Yes? - Yes.
What's so funny?
I was just thinking, this reminds me of the Senior Prom...
...and the chaperone with the ruler.
"Now, Agnes Ann, you remember, you keep eight inches of daylight...
"...between you and that young man you're dancing with."
Yes. I do remember that.
Wasn't that the first night we ever...
Yes. Yes, it was.
Agnes Ann, you were a wild creature, I must say.
What do your magazines say about that?
I don't know. I haven't gotten to that part yet.
Are you still reading them?
Affirmative.
What do they say about ex-wives?
Not too much. Just that sex is great because...
...you don't have to establish a relationship or be meaningful.
- You really are trying to understand us. - The best I can, yes.
Is that because you can't be a Marine anymore and you have no place to go?
I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.
That's all right.
We've known each other too long...
...to run away just over a little thing like tearing each other's guts out.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
It never seems to work out between you and me.
- With her husband. - I see.
- I'm having a great time. - It's a whole family gathering.
I've been thinking about that avocado ranch we talked about.
Tom, Roy has asked me to marry him.
What'd you say?
Attention, please!
The 22nd Marine Amphibious Unit's alert status has been upgraded.
All officers and staff NCOs will return immediately to their units.
Thank you.
This is another bullshit alert, right?
We're going to war, men.
We're going to assist with the rescue of American citizens on the island of Grenada.
The island of what?
Grenada. It's a Caribbean island also known as "the Isle of Spice."
It's 86 nautical miles from Venezuela.
Our mission is to helo-cast into a small bay...
...and recon before the Marine landing force.
No, I can't do that. I forgot my suntan oil.
It's time to earn your pay. Let's move.
Pick it up. Let's go.
Now hear this! Now hear this! Flight deck, prepare to launch helo.
Your glasses.
Get ready.
Choozoo, do you read me?
Choozoo, this is Highway. Do you read me?
Battalion wants your platoon to recon toward the university.
You stay low around Powers.
See you when it's over.
Spread out.
What was that?
An AK-47. It has a distinctive sound. Proceed swiftly and with caution, brothers.
- Get that 60 going around the corner. - All right.
Cover my ass.
Highway's crazy, man.
They've pulled out, Lieutenant.
All right, Aponte.
Slowly.
Cubans.
Three-man recon team.
We better spread out. I'm sure they've got buddies around here.
Let's go.
Spread the fuck out. Let's go.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
We forgot the beer and the hotdogs. I'll go back to New York and get them.
- You run engines as good as your mouth? - Jones is the name, hot wire is the game.
Fragetti, go with him.
- You set? Let's go. - Let's do it.
Swede, get up there with that M-60.
Yes!
Here comes the Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a.
You stay right there, sucker.
Stay low.
Jesus.
Please forgive me.
Let's go.
Get in there. Tell them who you are, so no friendlies get hurt.
Hello, happening hostages. I'm Stitch Jones, Mr. Funkadelic.
Try "U.S. Marine," shithead.
All clear.
United States Marines!
You've improved.
Goddamn it. Gunney!
U.S. Marines, ma'am.
- U.S. Marines! - Is everybody all right?
You know what they say about college, a behind is a terrible thing to waste.
Delta Company said they will give us surfboards and let us go to the beach.
One student kissed me four times. I think I'm in love.
- Was he good-Iooking, Profile? - It was a girl, Gunney.
Clean your weapons. Check your ammo.
All secured, sir. No casualties, no sign of enemy.
Very good. I want to get some pictures before we wrap this mission.
We've encountered some heavy resistance along the way, sir.
- Probably local fanatics. - Negative.
Cuban regulars with Russian rifles.
That data has already been factored in.
- Sergeant? It's Battalion. - Go ahead.
Big Daddy says, "Get off your ass and get back in the war." His words, sir.
He says he wants to recon that hill.
He says one of our fly-fly boys saw some armor.
You're full of all kinds of good news.
You're too ugly to live forever.
Gunney, recon that hill.
Wait for Foxtrot Company before launching any assault. Stay in contact.
Shall I send back data, sir, or is that already factored in?
Move out.
I think Powers is hot for you. You better watch your back.
Let's move out, Recon. Form up.
Keep moving.
Get down.
Bad mistake, coming in here like this.
- It's my fault, Gunney. I led them up here. - Apologize to their mothers.
Jesus, Gunney!
Lay some steel on those targets there.
Aponte!
Radio Battalion for air support.
Gunney, I think Profile is dead.
Don't let him die, Gunney.
That's not up to me.
Come on. Stay down, everyone. Let's go.
- How you doing? - I'm okay.
Doing better than Profile.
I can still fight.
We'll make it out of here?
- You got a date, Collins? - You never know.
Gunney, I got Profile killed.
It was his time. And when it's your time, your time is up.
I could have gotten them all killed.
Yes, but you didn't. Just don't make the same mistake twice.
Right.
I think I figured out a way to call an air strike...
...if we can find out where this line is cut.
Jones!
- That's my name, loving's my game. - Thanks for volunteering.
Say what?
Get on the roof. Find out where this line is cut.
Come on, men. Don't stand there, damn it.
I wish I was back in New Jersey, watching The Flintstones.
This is bullshit.
Don't you motherfuckers know who you're shooting at?
I'm the Ayatollah of Rock-and-Roll-a.
Big banana-eating, bean-farting motherfuckers don't speak English.
Hello?
Hello?
It works.
Damn right, it works. I almost got my ass shot off for Ma Bell.
Hello? Operator?
Yes. I want to make an emergency, long distance call...
...to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Collect.
What?
Anybody have a credit card? They won't make collect calls.
Have no fear. Stitch is here, and I never go to combat without my plastic.
Yes.
6-6-0...
...5- 5-8...
...0- 7- 1-1...
Camp Lejeune?
Are you for real?
Grid 2-1-9...
...6- 3-2-1-8.
- Did they get it? - I don't know. The phone went dead.
Give me that.
Gunney, where are you going?
If they don't see our marker, we'll be in real trouble.
But you don't know if we got through.
We'll have to improvise, sir.
Highway's been hit!
What are we going to do, sir?
Let's go.
Don't die, man.
Gunney!
Jones.
Just because we are holding hands doesn't mean we'll take warm showers...
...until the wee hours of the morning. You hear me?
- I thought you were dead. - Wishful thinking.
Lieutenant, what are we waiting for?
All right, you devil dogs, let's take that fucking hill!
Go!
Get them out of there.
Move it! Get your hands up!
All secure, sir!
- Corporal Jones! - Yes, sir!
Move them out.
You heard him, men! Move them out!
Just what the hell do you think you were doing?
Just enjoying the view, sir.
You disobeyed a direct order.
I told you to stay in contact and not take this hill without me.
Get on your feet, Highway!
With all due respect, sir, you're beginning to bore the hell out of me.
- Who's in charge here? - I am, sir. Major Malcolm Powers.
Did you lead this assault?
Lieutenant Ring and Gunnery Sergeant Highway disobeyed a direct order, sir.
I told them to wait for support, but they still charged this hill.
Why?
Because we're paid to improvise, sir. To overcome, to adapt.
I gave the order to take this hill, sir.
Ring, this is going to ruin your career.
- Are you new to the infantry, Major? - Yes, sir. I came over from Supply.
- Were you good at that? - Yes, sir!
Then stick to it, because you're a cluster fuck as an infantry officer.
This is a Marine Amphibious Unit, Major.
My men are hard chargers.
Ring and Highway took a handful of young fire-pissers...
...exercised some personal initiative, and kicked ass!
- Good work, Lieutenant. - Thank you, sir!
Lieutenant, see that those students are escorted back to Cherry Point.
You're dismissed!
What are you two sorry-assed individuals looking at?
Get out of my LZ.
Semper Fi.
Chooz, I guess we're not 0-1-1 now.
- There's my family. - All right.
- Got anybody here? - No.
But it's a beautiful day and I'm ready to play.
- Give them hell, man. - Definitely.
Like I said, I'm ready to play. You know what I mean?
Anytime, man.
You'll be a civilian soon.
Grow your hair long, sleep late, become an asshole rock and roll star.
Sergeant Major Choozoo gave me re-up papers.
And you signed them?
Yes, Gunney, I'm a better Marine than I was a singer.
You're also a lot dumber than I thought you were, too.
What about you?
No, I've had it. No room in this man's Corps for me now.
Besides, they've got you.
I guess all of these marching bands and parades are old stuff to you.
To tell you the truth, this is the first time.
There are my ladies.
Gunney, duty calls.
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