The Fourth War
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 91 min
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1
What the hell kind of a salute,
do you call that, Sergeant?
Sir...
Do you know the origin of
the salute, Sergeant?
No, sir.
In the days of chivalry, when two
Knights met on the road...
they raised the visors of their helmets,
it meant peace.
If they lowered them,
it meant war.
Why don't you try
that salute again...
and put something more into it,
besides your stump.
First turn, on your right.
Last building on your right.
Sir.
Thank you.
[ gavel pounding in courtroom ]
Gentlemen, Major, Look...
I don't want to get
into an arguement,
with military council, alright?
Jack Knowles was a hard-ass.
I'll give you that.
But, only with his senior officers.
His men thought,
he was one helluva' leader.
And for two very simple reasons.
He knew his job and
he was a warrior.
Good afternoon, Sir...
Colonel Knowles,
knew how to fight a war.
He breached with
more ambush patrols,
he hit hard,
and returned with a minimum
of casualities.
- Can I have a glass of water?
- Thank you.
But, there's no denying,
there was a problem.
Lieutenant Colonel Foster,
the executive officer.
Maybe, it was because
maybe, it was the war.
Atten-Hut!
However, there's not a classroom
from here, to Fort Benning...
the Art of Defeat.
[ gavel pounding in courtroom ]
So, the army's answer was,
to put him in mothballs.
An assignment so far out of the way,
you couldn't find him on a map.
But, when we met last summer,
he had done an about-face...
that he had his sh*t together.
[ gavel pounding in courtroom ]
So, I gave him a command
in Camp Clayton.
Now, it's hardly the
glamour as a NATO counselor,
but, I wanted to get him back to
doing what he does best.
Leading troops.
To figure his way out of obscurities.
He dug his way out
of a theory, alright, but,...
it wasn't what I had in mind.
What's the problem, sergeant?
What's the problem?
Clogged fuel line, sir.
Happens all the time.
No, big deal.
No, big deal, huh?
This Trac is leading this convoy.
it's all our asses' in a sh*t hole.
You got that?
- Yes, sir.
All right.
Fix it!
Move it out!
- Yes, sir.
It's seems unfortunate, sir,
but uh,
the sense of responsibility
seems now, to be a thing of the past.
That business back there with the Trac...
It's the Instructors they got.
You can't teach them
combat discipline,
if you haven't given
them any combat.
It's a joke.
How did you get
your commission, Colonel?
Academy, sir. Class of '70.
West Point, huh?
Brass factory.
It was my grandmother's doing.
She figured the only way to get to
the top, was to start there.
I take it, grandma never
heard of evolution, huh?
Well, she heard about it, sir,
but, she fought back.
She made a fortune
marketing a creme rinse...
that claimed to
Who won?
Evolution, sir.
After 10 days, over half of the
So, she gave up the fight
and switched to wigs.
Stop here.
- Listen up!
- Smoke 'em, if you got 'em.
Want to give me an overview, as to
what's going on over there?
- Yes, sir.
Well, what we have, is a typical
Eastern blocked border.
However, there is one puzzling item
in the pass.
The Czech's can advance
into neutral territory.
Right up to our blue border markers.
Of course, if they
were pursuing someone.
We don't have a reciprocal agreement.
Why would we want one?
Who the hell would want
to go over there?
Well, sir.
You're right, of course
Blue for us, red for them.
Well, that's clear enough.
Nothing else is very clear, anymore.
Do you know what a guy told me
on the flight coming over here?
They're bringing
American football to Moscow.
I don't know.
Maybe, I'm out of whack.
Look!
Czech defector, making a run for it.
- Paul! Hey, man!
Check it out!
Help this man out!
Come on!
- Sh*t, man! You can do it!
- Let's do it!
- Take it home, man!
- Take it home!
- Oh, no way!
- Oh, sh*t!
- Do your best!
- Aw, man! Come on!
- Keep coming!
- Keep on coming!
- Yes! Yes!
- Come on, bro!
- Oh! No! No!
Oh, man!
They need five to catch him!
- Come on! Keep running!
- Keep coming!
Sergeant!
Prepare to engage enemy aircraft!
- What?
You heard me, sergeant!
Roger!
Colonel,
Lock it on, sergeant!
Locked and loaded, sir!
The Rules of Engagement don't allow...
Stop doing my job or
get the hell out of here!
Oh, no! Let's get him!
Colonel!
No, sir!
Just do your job!
Put 'em down!
- Colonel!
He must have played
in the Cuban league.
Company!
Huggh!
Duty Detail!
Stand Fast!
Huggh!
Right! Face!
Forward! March!
Left! Right!
Left! Right!
Left! Right! Left!...
Welcome, to Stuttgart, Colonel.
Colonel.
General.
I'm off to Hamburg.
Let's take a little walk.
How are you, Roger?
- Good, Jack.
What about you?
Here we go again.
Damn near started
World War 3 out there.
Some serious allegations have
been filed, that tag you...
as an irresponsible malcontent.
- Can I see that report, sir?
- Hell no.
Scrapped it.
I was the one who got you
this assignment, remember.
And you assured me, you could
handle it, goddamn it.
What the hell happened out there?
They shot a man in cold blood,
right in front of us.
Well, not the Soviets.
They don't do sh*t like that.
He was shot by a Czech.
I know they were Czechs.
They played Czech and mouse with him,
before they killed him.
So, what the f*** else is new?
Maybe, the guy was a criminal.
Who the hell knows?
It's different now, Jack.
Them Czechs have got alot
more freedom.
They let 'em have passports...
and shopping guides to Vienna,
for christ sakes.
And what about this sh*t, about you
throwing a snowball at Colonel Robinson?
I missed.
The son-of-b*tch threw one back.
I don't have time for this sh*t, Jack.
At least I got a feeling,
that the next time...
Yeah, well, you better get the feeling
that things have changed...
and you better change, too.
Otherwise, you're going to be
out on your ass.
It's pick and shovel work now,
no more heroics.
You're a patrol officer, for
all practical purposes.
A patrol officer in a nunnary.
You got that?
Roger, I've been in the service
half my life.
I've learned to play on the white keys
and the black keys.
Now, I'm expected to play in the cracks?
That's it exactly.
That's just where we are right now.
In the cracks.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
- Congratulations, to both of you.
- Thanks very much, sir.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Many happy returns, sir.
What does that mean?
It's your birthday, sir.
Have you forgotten?
How did you know that?
This is the date
you were born, sir.
Yes, I know that!
But, how the hell did you know it?
Sir, with all due respect,
maybe, we can discuss this later.
I want to know it now!
- I happen to see your 201 file.
- Snooping in my 201 file.
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