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...with the child sleeping

in the very next bed.

I see.

These murders,

they've become almost epidemic.

Mother...

...we're kind of new on this case.

How many murders do you know of?

Six or seven.

Perhaps more.

Did you know

this child's mother personally?

No. Sister Nicole may have.

She does social work with many

of the prostitutes and bar girls.

Could we speak with Sister Nicole?

If we can find her.

She's always so busy.

These are the six victims

we are aware of.

Sergeant?

It's just you look different

in your uniform, Sister.

I find that wearing my habit

can be quite off-putting to people.

Sometimes I don't wear it

when I work in the community.

The common link you are looking for

is obvious even in these photographs.

The murdered women's children

were all Amerasian.

The mothers worked in the officers' bars

mostly, where the money is highest.

This is Dang Kao Lanh.

She was killed almost a year ago.

Her speciality was sadomasochism.

Bondage.

This is Nguyen Chi Diem.

She specialized in oral sex.

The men at the American officers' club

would line up for her.

Ngo Van Dinh and her little boy.

December.

She worked for a pimp

who put her in the lesbian shows...

...on Vam Co Dong Street...

...and he cheated her every day.

Sergeant?

You're very worldly for a nun, Sister.

I'm trying to help you

as much as I can, sergeant.

I was very close

to some of these women.

I want to see the killing stopped.

Jesus Christ, officer. Now, what

the f*** are we meeting here for?

The dead girl had a picture

of herself taken in front of this place.

Where have you been?

It's almost midnight.

I had to go to USARV HQ.

Just got back.

Look.

Victims.

Not one, but seven.

I guess our pal Lime

was at least half right.

This sh*t's been going on

for over a year now.

All the victims are between 17 and 22.

And all of them have babies

by American daddies.

I know.

Lime may be all the way right.

CID did have this case before.

We dropped it six months ago.

Bang. Like that.

Hey, let's get out of here.

Who's he?

Colonel Kitts. Recognize the name?

You work for him.

Being almost 12:
00...

...I like everybody join

in welcoming Vietnamese New Year.

Also welcome Tet cease-fire...

...and offer good will, all men.

All men except Charlie.

Five, four, three...

- Goddamn officer class.

...two, one.

Wouldn't surprise me if any one

of these pricks is a f***ing girl-killer.

They say the investigator that was on it

was one of our Marine cousins.

He was transferred out

and that was the end of it.

What do you know?

Goddamn fireworks.

Didn't anybody ask any questions?

No.

Hey, so there are a few dead whores.

Haven't you seen a suspect village after

an air strike? Men, women, kids. Sh*t.

Hey, we're in a war zone, girls.

Is the other agent still in country?

Yes, with the 26 Marine,

Jesus Christ.

They transferred him to that shithole.

Weirder.

He's up there at this own request.

What's his story?

His name's Flowers.

Staff Sergeant Elgin Flowers.

Hey, that's all I know.

- We gotta talk to this guy.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, Khe Sanh.

Get your asses shot off.

Hey, Top, it's Tet. We got a cease-fire.

Don't worry about it.

Get down! Incoming!

Keep it low! Keep it low!

- Cease-fire?

This ain't no f***ing cease-fire!

Goddamn!

Oh, sh*t!

Damn. Jesus f***ing Christ.

Bullshit.

Motherf***er, you knock over my chow,

I knock over your life.

- Man, f*** you. Sh*t.

Son of a b*tch.

Why don't you save that animosity

for Charles out there?

We're looking

for Staff Sergeant Elgin Flowers.

Flowers?

He's supposed to be in this bunker.

Now, what you wanna see

Mr. Flowers for?

Flowers' mama

don't even wanna see him.

Where's Flowers?

Lieutenant let Flowers

dig his own house.

You keep going until you get

to the end of this here trench line.

Flowers' house

is maybe 20 meters beyond that.

Hey, y'all can't miss it.

Flowers got his mojo working there.

Yeah, get that voodoo sh*t working.

It's on a stick.

Close the door, motherf***er.

Hey, f*** you, a**hole.

F***.

Come on.

Move a little faster, baby?

Relax. We got a cease-fire, remember?

Who the f*** goes there?

Joint services, CID, Saigon.

- You here to waste me?

Ease up.

Nobody here to waste you.

Flowers.

We only wanna talk.

Everything's going along fine...

...until I get it narrowed down

to like five suspects.

Then my life starts

getting bi-f***ing-zarre.

These five suspects,

were they officers?

I'm off the case.

Go read the files.

There ain't no files.

Somebody took them.

Fellas...

...why don't you build yourselves

some nice little trenches out here...

...like me?

Life becomes so simple.

Just you...

...and the f***ing war.

Goddamn it, Flowers.

No one from channels

knows we're up here.

Just tell us what you know

and we'll leave.

Go away. I got work to do.

F*** this. This is not gonna happen.

I'm gonna find us a hooch to sleep in.

Kiss my ass, huh?

These are pictures

of the dead women's kids.

They're just regular kids...

...but now they're alone

in the middle of this mess.

I'm alone in the middle of it too,

aren't I?

Flowers...

...we need your help.

F*** them.

Jim, are you okay?

- You over there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Not much incoming.

Wait till the plane gets here.

There's our bird.

Oh, God, help me, please.

Oh, Father.

- It's Flowers. Give me your hand.

Hey, a**hole!

- Hey! Hey!

- Come on, man.

Come on, you can make it!

Come on!

- Come on!

- F*** you!

You're guilt-trip a**holes!

Guilt-trip motherfuckers!

F*** you!

F*** you, a**holes!

These are his suspects.

Five of these motherfuckers. Ooh.

It's the f***ing boss man.

Surprised nobody's

fragged his ass by now.

Who the f*** is she?

A victim that got away.

Her name is Nguyen Tri Quan.

Jesus Christ. He had an eyewitness?

Then how come

there's still five suspects?

Well, she ran off

before he could show her these pictures.

These are the only colonels who were

in town on the nights of the murders.

Good work.

I'll mention your names

when it goes upstairs.

- Wait.

What do you mean, "upstairs"?

Now, this ain't a thing for you.

- This is an officer thing.

- It always was an officer thing.

Not a colonel officer thing.

You realize how much punch

these cocksuckers have in a war zone?

Yeah. Like goddamn royalty.

And we gonna throw

one of them in jail.

You work for me?

- Sir?

Do you work for me?

Yes, sir.

Get a haircut, son.

You're not in the field.

You're in Saigon.

Let's get some air.

Gook whores.

I mean, you don't

really give that big a sh*t.

Come on, Top.

We may have lost a man over this.

Besides, it happened on our beat.

Your beat? Your beat?

You're floating in a big sea of sh*t.

And instead of just staying in the boat...

...no, you reach out and you pick up

this one little turd and you say:

"This turd?

Well, this turd pisses me off.

I'm gonna do something

about this turd."

Christ.

- Been here too f***ing long.

- Oh, f*** it.

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