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All right, I've made my speech.

If you're gonna pursue this...

...you better do it smart.

No more reports.

You send nothing through channels

till you get this f***er cold.

Who hates typing more than we do?

You guys...

...a couple of real f***ing

Gary Coopers, huh?

Just don't come crying to me

when this turns to sh*t.

And it could, believe you me.

Yes, Nguyen has an infant child here...

...but we haven't seen her

for several months.

No one has.

She just disappeared?

Does she have any family or friends

that might know where she went?

She has a sister, Lanh.

She works at the stripping place on

the corner of Thieu and Tu Do Streets.

The Pink Pu...

The Pink P*ssy, sergeant.

We know it well.

Thank you, Sister.

We'll talk to Lanh

and see what she knows.

Sergeant.

I don't think Lanh will talk to you.

She's quite political.

She doesn't like Americans.

Is she VC?

She's political.

I'd be happy to talk to her if you'd like.

I think we'd better

question Lanh ourselves.

But maybe you could come with us,

smooth things over.

I would have to ask mother superior.

No, sergeant.

We always travel in pairs, like you.

So who gets the pretty one

on this here double date?

That's Lanh on the stage now.

I figured we could wait backstage.

No, no, a table will be fine.

Yeah, that will be fine.

Are you uncomfortable, sergeant?

You're a nun, Sister.

Do you think we could do this work

if something like this shocked us?

I guess not.

I do not talk Gls.

Gls kill my brothers.

They make f***-things

of my sisters.

They have big party in Vietnam.

Lanh, I know about

a half a million Gls...

...who would just as soon quit the party

and go home, believe me.

Lanh, if these men

can talk to Nguyen...

...they feel they can arrest the man

who's killing the girls.

Will you help them?

Nguyen leave when colonel tries kill.

She changed.

She no more want to be f***-thing.

She became a patriot now.

Hey, miss, we don't give a sh*t

what your sister's politics are.

You know, we're just trying

to conduct a murder investigation.

Hanoi. You look Hanoi for Nguyen...

...if you can get airplanes

stop bombing long enough.

Thank you, Sister.

I'm sorry we were not of more help.

So, now, you're a novice.

When do you become a full-fledged nun?

- I take my final vows in two weeks.

- I see.

I do intend to take them,

Sergeant McGriff.

Of course.

I was just curious.

I should go.

Perhaps there are others I can ask

about Nguyen's whereabouts.

Sister, this is my card.

If anything comes up...

...please call.

I would like to apologize

for something.

I enjoyed making you uncomfortable

in that club.

Some part of me did it on purpose.

I'm not sure why.

It's okay.

... the UCLA

bench. Warren, around the left side.

Lucius Allen can 't shoot.

Feeds it back to Mike Warren.

Warren to the right of the key.

That 1-3- 1 zone being used by Houston,

and Elvin Hayes is playing the big man.

Outside shot, Lucius. Good.

- Go. Beautiful. Cool.

- Eighteen-footer, hammered her.

I've seen him do it 100 times,

the big man.

He heads towards the hoop...

...as he's going up, he feeds off

to Allen, two points. Beautiful.

Oh, I'm so happy.

- Yeah. You got a crush.

- No.

Hey, man, this is me you're talking to.

I see the way you watch her.

You got a crush.

I think one of the sappers

who wasted Rogers is following us.

Nice day for a walk.

You know, we gotta take

this little motherf***er alive.

Stand tall, you little f***.

- Drop the weapon, a**hole.

No!

Drop the gun, you...

Who do you work for, pal?

Speak to me.

I think we should pull

his f***ing nuts off.

- You better go on home, boy.

- F*** you, America!

You're lucky that didn't hit me

in the foot.

I'll come back here and f*** you up.

Where's he coming from?

You see him?

Where is he?

I think he's up here.

I thought I saw him up here.

Forget it!

We better call for a backup. Come on.

No sh*t.

Back off.

Move out of the way!

Put that stick down.

Get in the car.

We gotta get out of here.

Get off the car!

F*** you.

- Put that f***ing rock down.

Put the rock down!

Get in the f***ing car!

F*** you. F*** you.

I'm gonna pop you.

I'm gonna pop you.

You've finally succeeded

in killing a Vietnamese national, I see.

No, Lime, that's not what happened.

He's lying in the street.

His poor mother is weeping over him.

Did he commit suicide?

Disperse the pissants

and then we'll talk.

I'm placing you both under arrest.

Get out of the car with your hands up.

We didn't do it, Lime.

We won't leave the car until the natives

are back in their grass huts.

Hand over your weapons

and get out of the car. Now.

You wanna give him the satisfaction?

Rather die.

- May have to.

- I said, I'd rather die.

We won't leave

unless we go as brother cops.

No cuffs, no arrest.

You shake our hands,

we get out of the car...

...you congratulate us

and tell us we're cool.

We arrested one of the cowboys

who wasted Rogers.

Someone popped him as we

were trying to load him into the car.

Yeah, so now Napoleon here

wants to arrest us...

...just so he can impress

his fans around here.

We have an angry crowd here,

sergeant.

The dead man apparently

lived in the neighborhood.

I don't give a sh*t if he lived

at the Presidential Palace.

My men are coming with me.

I'm afraid this crowd won't allow it,

sergeant.

F*** the crowd. Let's go.

I'm afraid me and my friends

won't allow it either.

Our credibility

is very much at stake here today.

F*** your credibility.

You're outgunned today, sergeant.

Goddamn, when will you people learn?

We're never outgunned.

Give me the Air Con frequency.

Clipper Ship 3,

this is Paste Pot 1, over.

This is Clipper Ship 3. Go.

Roger that. You see the guy standing

next to me in that lime green ascot?

Yep.

Put the blade at M60

right over his heart. Hold it there.

Roger, 1. I'm on target, coming up.

We'd love to rock 'n ' roll.

You despise me

because you think I am corrupt.

In reality, you're too innocent to see

corruption right before your eyes.

Your only real danger

lies from those above you.

Yeah! Yeah!

It's the record jackets

on the suspect colonels.

Where did you score this sh*t, Dix?

A real top buddy of mine

down at USARV.

You can count two of those guys out,

by the way.

How's that?

There was only three in town

on the day of the last murder.

Which three?

Well, Kitts, the guy you work for,

Scott, guy in your hand...

...and this sweetheart here.

Look at the mug on him.

F***ing guilty. Guilty.

Citadel, West Point...

...commendations,

future f***ing joint chief.

Yeah. Not only is he one of the youngest

full birds in any branch...

Total animal.

- But he's married

to a Vietnamese woman...

...and he had a child by her

a couple years ago.

Now, the wife and kid were killed

in a mortar attack out near Can Tho.

That's about 13 months ago.

Just about the time

the murders started.

Sounds just about twisted enough

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