Heartbreak Ridge Page #8

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 f*** 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.

...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 f***ing 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 f*** 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,

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