Off Limits Page #2

Boy, y'all some sorry motherfuckers.

We have reason to believe

that one of you... One of you...

...was in the off-limits

soul-kitchen section...

...of Vam Co Dong Street last night

when a shooting occurred.

Now, one of you was there.

We'd like to talk to you

about what you may have seen or heard.

No volunteers?

All right. Stand up and line up against

that motherfucking wall back there.

- Get on up.

- I'll get the girl.

Drippy dick.

Sh*t.

I don't know why

the b*tch is telling fibs.

She ain't got no reason to tell fibs.

Bullshit.

I been there all night f***ing that b*tch.

She should be grateful, all that love.

How many times

did you f*** her, Maurice?

Eight, 10 times.

I'm a ho-taming motherf***er.

That b*tch won't work

for a week at least.

Bullshit.

She don't have the clap, Maurice,

and you can't piss without a painkiller.

I'm gonna put your ass in LBJ.

I'm sick of this sh*t.

Hey, then be sick of it, motherf***er.

The only thing I saw last night

was some slant-eyed p*ssy.

Okay. All aright, all right, all right.

Calm down.

Let me talk to Maurice here.

Oh, sh*t. What you want, Rochester?

I don't wanna be Rochester.

Maurice, you seem to be overlooking

what fine shape you're in here.

You think I ain't hip to that?

I got my own plan for working this.

Yeah? What plan is that?

I'm working on it.

And no way does it involve

you two low-rank bohunk motherfuckers.

Who does it involve, Maurice?

A general.

A general.

I want a dude with some jizz

to shelter my ass.

I wanna see a dude with some jizz

to cut me orders out of here.

Now, you want a piece of this?

You fetch my ass a general.

How are we gonna

get you a general...

...if we don't know what

you have to tell him?

I followed the dude

that wasted the b*tch.

Now, I know what he looks like.

I know what's his rank

and I know where's his billet.

But we talking here, high-ranking

scrambled eggs motherf***er.

I know not to mess with no dude

with that kind of juice.

Not in this man's army.

So if you motherfuckers

want a piece of this...

...fetch me a dude

with stars on his shirt.

Was the man you followed

an Army officer?

General Reynolds is in Da Nang

until Monday.

Hey, that's cool.

That's cool. I'll wait.

But I ain't going back to my unit.

How's that?

I want a weapon...

...and I wanna stay

in a safe house, off-campus.

Somewhere downtown

in the soul kitchen.

I don't trust no motherfuckers

at this point.

Now, don't give me what I want...

...and I'll get total

motherfucking amnesia, dig?

I seen that sh*t on Mod Squad,

understand?

You get that sh*t

and you don't remember nothing.

Those are my terms.

Nonnegotiable, power to the people.

F*** the people. Power to Maurice.

I'm not staying with the fool

because I'll wind up killing him.

- Mr. Rogers.

- Mr. Rogers.

Hey, man. Why don't we get us

some dope delivered up here?

Man, you nervous enough

without that stuff.

Then let's get some b*tches up here

and have a party.

I doubt the VD Control

would approve you, Maurice.

Sh*t.

You know, you sure

is one square motherf***er.

McGriff and Perkins gonna drop off

some food for us in a little while.

Maybe they'll party with you.

Yeah, right.

Those two bohunk motherfuckers.

Hey. Now, that's happening.

Hi, everybody.

I'm Archie Bell with the Drells

of Houston, Texas.

- We don 't only sing...

Oh, watch this sh*t here.

... we dance just as good as we walk.

In Houston, we just started

a new dance called the Tighten Up.

This is the mu...

They're coming to waste my ass.

Man, would you put that thing away?

The power goes out all the time

down here.

Come on, motherfuckers.

Come on and get me.

Phone's dead too.

I can't take this spook house sh*t at all.

Shh! Be quiet.

Sergeant McGriff?

Perkins?

Biggest f***ing game of the year,

Alcindor versus Hayes...

...and I can't get it on AFVN.

Holy sh*t.

- Are you all right, man?

- Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t.

I think it was the sappers.

They sprayed us with...

Hold it right there, motherf***er.

- Sure you're all right?

- Yeah. Go ahead.

Just call the medics, man. I'm all right.

Do you see him?

I can't tell.

Are they up there?

- Which way? Which way, goddamn it?

- I don't know.

There they are. Hit it. Hit it.

Look out! Get out of the way!

- Don't do it!

Cocksuckers!

Goddamn insect motherfuckers. Sh*t.

Okay, slight disorientation here.

Just have him go inside and if he

needs an analgesic, give it to him.

But if not, keep him off morphine.

This guy goes to OR 1.

What's the status in OR 1?

- How's he doing?

- They won't let you in there.

Some VC a**hole threw a satchel bomb

in a movie theater up in Chau Long.

- They're kind of busy.

- We shouldn't have left him.

Concussion wound.

You couldn't have known.

I'm gonna go see how he's doing.

What a f***ing mess.

You, out of here.

- Yeah, yeah.

He okay?

Did you get a look at his assailants?

Did you get to look at them?

Yeah.

They were slopes.

Gooks.

Little tiny slant-eyed VC motherfuckers

with Hawaiian shirts.

Somehow I find it hard to feel sorry

for you losing one friend...

...when hundreds of Vietnamese

are dying each day.

But then I suppose American

is a study in self-possession.

I should remember that.

I could pop your head like a pimple

before they get off a single round.

McGriff.

You guys, get out.

Your passion is misdirected, sergeant.

The men who killed your friend

work for the same people you do.

That's an order.

I found out

what that was all about in there.

Lime says CID had this case before

and suddenly dropped it.

He says there's been six

of these murders...

...and there's someone high up

on our side covering them up.

Man, that is such bullshit.

You know, that's typical

South Vietnamese paranoid bullshit.

If there was an

investigation before...

...it would've been in our files

and it wasn't.

Well, he also said those two guys

you chased were not VC.

He says they're working

for the same folks we're working for.

That's crazy.

Rogers gets put in for a Purple Heart

just like everybody else in there.

Go home and get some rest.

Both of you.

Hey.

I'm glad it didn't get

any worse in there.

I'm not.

We'd have done all right.

Right back to square f***ing one.

Hey, you.

Dead girl baby no mine.

You take orphanage.

Take Sacr Coeur.

- No mine. F*** you.

- Hey. Hey.

Lady.

Goddamn it.

Go away!

Lady, let me in.

I live in a f***ing billet.

- Shut the f*** up. It ain't funny.

- It ain't?

You probably got 10 kids of your own

scattered all everywhere...

...and now you finally got one

you got to take care of.

Just drive to the orphanage, will you?

- Oh! Ah!

- I was hoping that would happen.

I believe this one participated

in our night-care program.

Night care, Mother?

Sister Nicole initiated a program

to take care of prostitutes' children...

...while their mothers were at work.

Before that, the work

was sometimes performed...

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