Heartbreak Ridge Page #4

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!

- Sh*t!

- 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 f***ing fault!

The f***ing weapon is f***ing f***ed 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...

- Sh*t!

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 sh*t

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 sh*t 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

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