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Don't forget that we're here

and the condos aren't. We've got a foothold.

Jesus Christ, it's the Bug again.

Every boy needs a hero.

With the Bug, it's Jim Morrison.

Sir, may I present Miss Lori Cable?

Lori, this is General Bache, our commander.

- How do you do?

- I'm very pleased to meet you, sir.

And I you. Dean Ferris, this is Miss Lori

Cable. A guest of Major Cooper tonight.

- Well done, John.

- Thank you, sir.

Hello. I know that lovely face

but I've forgotten your name.

- Cindy Morris.

- Cindy, yes. Dean Ferris, Cindy Morris.

Well done. It was touch and go there

for a while, wasn't it? I'm proud of you.

All right, all right!

All right, all right!

How would you like to see a real stud?

My man Mikey's in love!

Have fun, JC.

Let me show you how a stud works.

Come on, come on!

- You want us to call the cops?

- Call 'em, a**hole!

You gonna ask me out now or what?

What are you looking at, huh?

Hey, come here.

What do you guys do with each other?

- Keep the area clear. Stay away from the gate.

- Yes, sir!

Keep this area clear!

Stay away from the gate!

- Sieg heil!

- We'll keep this area clear, sir!

- Why don't you make us leave, fag?

- Yeah!

Chicken!

What did I tell you, huh?

- Don't do that.

- Hit him!

Knock it off! Break it up!

Break it up!

Call an ambulance! Move it!

It was an accident, sir.

There was a round in the chamber. I forgot.

You killed him.

I'm sorry.

Attention!

General, don't worry.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Look, pipe down.

- Come on, Bug. Get the sh*t out of it!

- If you can do better, go ahead.

- Come on, keep it down!

- What is the problem here?

Sure looks like one to me.

Chest pain, shortness of breath. Over.

Take the general to Valley Community.

Call once he's checked over.

Roger. Out.

Hello?

Where are you?

Oh. So when will you get here?

I'm all right. I wasn't part of anything.

No, that's OK. I can stay here.

There'll be guys here.

I said it's OK.

I don't know what you expect me to say.

I'm sorry I raised my voice.

It's just that I thought you'd be here.

I'd rather stay here.

Really.

I love you too. Bye.

- You let me know what happens, OK?

- All right.

- You take care.

- OK.

- Good summer.

- You too.

Hand grenades, fragmentation M-26,

Machine guns, M-2, one per crate, 36 crates.

four per case, we have 20 cases.

- Got it.

- M-16s, ten full racks.

All right, that's 20 to a rack.

four racks, 24 to a rack.

Six crates of M-16 bayonets.

Six 81mm mortars.

Bache has enough armament here

to start World War III.

- So glad they're going.

- I didn't want them here in the first place.

That was the general's notion

of national defence, stock...

- How did you get in here?

- The door was open.

Wonderful.

- What do you say we lock it?

- What's going on?

We're taking inventory.

We're no longer to be trusted with weapons.

What are we gonna drill with?

- After last night?

- That was an accident.

That's not for you to decide

and I don't care to discuss it.

Look, I came to ask about the general.

- He's in intensive care.

- How is he?

They say the next 24 hours

will be the critical stage.

He's a strong man. He'll be all right.

- You can ask for yourself.

- I called. They wouldn't let me talk to him.

- You know as much as I do.

- Well, who...

Who's gonna be in charge

of the summer session?

I'm not sure there'll be a summer session.

What?

Goodbye, Mr Moreland.

They're worthwhile only if there is

a reasonable chance for success.

- How much time has elapsed since...

- 18 hours and 12 minutes.

Dr McCoy must have told you...

- Why doesn't he use his phaser?

- He can't.

How come?

The brain's protected

by a phaser-proof electromagnetic shield.

- You seen this one before?

- I've seen all of them before.

- Turn on the news!

- You're not supposed to be here!

We're watching this!

Shut up!

... shattered overnight by

the still-unexplained shooting of a local boy.

Donald Andrews, 17, of Foxhaven,

died late last night

as a result of a gunshot wound...

- God, the kid bought it, huh?

- ... between local boys and cadets.

The shot was allegedly fiired

by General Harlan Bache,

superintendent

of the Bunker Hill Military Academy.

In response, police have ordered all weapons

on academy grounds to be confiiscated.

What are we supposed to train with?

... an armoury on the school grounds,

which cadets have used for training purposes.

Meanwhile, General Bache lies in very critical

condition at Valley Community Hospital,

suffering from a heart attack which occurred

immediately following the tragic events.

The school, which had planned

to cease operations next June,

has been ordered closed immediately

by its proprietors.

- What?

- Son of a b*tch!

Anderson's father's a big lawyer.

Maybe he can write something.

Shovel,

stop your goddamn feeding your face!

I'd like to grab a grenade

and ram it right up their asses!

That's not fair.

- Stop feeding!

- They don't even give a sh*t!

Leave me alone!

Hey!

Here's today's closing fiigure.

The lady said the proprietors

ordered the school closed.

Now, as I see it, we are the proprietors.

- What does that mean to us?

- Get the door.

All right, now listen up.

Mr Stewart?

Captain Dwyer, sir, Bunker Hill Academy.

- What can I do for you?

- Provision list, sir.

- I heard they were closing.

- Mopping-up battalion has to eat.

Took 150 years to build it.

Gonna take time to put it to bed.

Usually they want me

to deliver the stuff myself.

SOP undergoing change

because of all the unpleasantness.

- SOP?

- Standard operating procedure.

Call the academy for verification.

- Oh, no. That's OK.

- Thank you, sir. Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Move it!

Forward post to Lee One.

They're coming through the gate. Over.

Command post to Lee One.

Vehicle on the way. Over.

Wait a minute.

What is this?

They were all right here just hours ago.

I... I don't understand.

See those racks? They were filled.

What's going on here, Dean?

- Moreland?

- Who is this boy?

He's the ranking cadet. Moreland.

Do you have any explanation for this?

My God. Where are all the weapons?

- The weapons are secured, sir.

- What do you mean secured?

- You mean you stole them?

- No, sir. We confiscated them.

- Dean, where's the phone?

- There's one in the office.

- Afraid not, sir. We've cut the lines.

- Oh, my God.

If you don't turn those weapons over

immediately, you're going to jail.

The right to bear arms

is guaranteed in the Constitution.

Tell us where the weapons are

or this'll be the sorriest day of your life.

We have three demands.

When they're met, we'll return every weapon.

- Who else...?

- Number one. I want a meeting with Bache...

- Hands behind your back!

- Stay where you are.

Number two. I want a commission

to look into the selling of this academy

to real estate interests.

Number three. I want a meeting between

my officers, myself, and the board of trustees

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