The Last Detail

Buddusky!

Either of you guys seen Buddusky?

Buddusky!

What?

MAA sent me.

He wants to see you right away.

Tell MAA to go f*** himself.

Well, he said, "Right away."

Come on, Buddusky.

It's your ass if you don't.

Look, maybe your orders came through.

Come on, Buddusky!

It's your ass.

Bullshit.

My ass!

Mulhall!

Master-at-arms wants

to see you right away.

I ain't going on no sh*t detail.

Come on! It's my ass if you don't.

I ain't going on no sh*t detail!

It's your ass too. Come on, Mule.

Maybe your orders came through.

Tell the MAA you couldn't find me.

He knows where you are.

When you're in the Navy

and in transit...

...nobody knows where you are!

Go tell the MAA to f*** himself.

I ain't going on no sh*t detail!

Morning.

You are one lucky son of a b*tch...

...Bad Ass!

You are one lucky son of a b*tch!

Where am I going, Chief?

How come you're so lucky, Buddusky?

You're another lucky son of a b*tch.

You dudes pulled

temporary duty as chasers.

Where to?

Portsmouth Naval Prison.

- Who we taking?

- Seaman.

Used to be.

Meadows, Lawrence M.

Drew eight years and a D. D.

Jesus, what the hell did he do?

Kill the old man?

Come on inside.

Sweek!

Get these old boys some coffee.

All right, Chief.

Who'd he kill, Chief?

Didn't kill nobody. Robbery.

How much did he lift?

Forty dollars.

Forty dollars!

Forty dollars.

You're shitting me!

I wouldn't sh*t you.

You're my favorite turd.

Jesus!

Eight years and a D. D. for $40.

I thought they only pulled that

sh*t in the Army!

You see, he tried...

...to lift the polio contribution box.

Polio box is the old man's old lady's...

...favorite do-gooder project.

She's responsible for all the polio

contributions on the base, you know?

Every year, they give her a plaque.

Along comes Meadows

and fucks over charity.

She took it very seriously.

- Jesus!

- Eight years.

That's very seriously.

You know what I mean?

Good duty for you guys.

Get to go to Washington...

...New York...

...Boston.

I'd trade places with you.

Listen...

...we could get this guy

to Portsmouth in two days.

Less.

They're going to give us a week.

You know what I mean?

So what?

We get there in two days, they won't

give us no week to get back.

Bullshit!

Besides...

...they got to give us

all that per diem, regardless.

That's money for you,

for me and for him.

We run this little shitbird's ass

all the way to the brig...

...save his per diem and ours,

split it and spend it on the way home.

You know what I mean?

Well, let's shag ass!

You're goddamn right!

Okay, Buddusky!

You're the honcho.

Carryall and driver are outside

to take you to the bus.

Here's the keys to the cuffs.

Each of you gets one key.

I want you both to sign

these chits for the pieces.

Here's one clip each.

Now, off the record...

...the old man has a

personal interest in this.

If you f*** up, you know what.

Are you all set, Cochise?

All right, shitbird. On your feet.

They're taking you to Portsmouth.

This is Petty Officer Buddusky.

This is Petty Officer Mulhall.

Yes, sir.

You know why they're chasers?

"Chasers," sir?

Do you know why they are

taking you to the brig?

No, sir.

They're bastards when they want to be,

and they always want to be.

Take my word for it, they aren't

about to take any sh*t from you.

If they do, they'll get reamed out,

and they know it.

- What?!

- Yes, sir!

All right, he's all yours.

It's colder than witch boob,

ain't it?

Coffee?

Let's make it.

Do you have to go to the head?

No, sir.

Be sure now, Meadows, because

from now on, whenever you go...

...one of us is going

to have to go with you.

I'm not going to kill myself.

Well, I don't think so...

...but you know how it is.

Yes, sir.

I don't need to use the head anyway.

Let's go.

Kill himself, huh?

Back of the bus.

Meadows.

Yes, sir?

I'm removing your handcuffs, Meadows.

Navy feels that on

certain kinds of vehicular transport...

...the prisoner shall have

the use of both his hands...

...to protect his self

in case of an accident.

- Ain't that right, Mulhane?

- That's right.

Where'd you get that candy bar?

I had it with me.

Okay, sailor.

I wasn't accusing you of nothing.

I had them with me!

Hey, man! I ain't said a word.

Take it easy.

You're making Mulhouse hungry.

Meadows?

- You want anything?

- No, sir.

Here, let me have that.

No, wait.

Give me this.

Ten cents.

Could you use a little help with that?

Thank you, young man.

Well, heading north,

huh, Mulehall?

Yeah, man...

...heading north.

My old stomping grounds.

Where you from, Mulehouse?

Hey, man.

It's "Mulhall."

Mulhall.

Understand?

Where you from, Mulhall?

Bogalusa.

Where's that?

Above New Orleans.

Hot down there, ain't it?

Listen, man...

...call me "Mule."

Everybody else does.

- "Mule," okay?

- Okay.

Yes, sir.

They always used to have trouble

with my name too.

Buddusky.

Always wanting to call me "Bad Ass."

"Bad Ass."

I am Bad Ass.

Bad Ass!

Is that true what the Chief said...

...about your getting...

...eight years and a dishonorable

discharge for stealing $40?

I didn't get no $40.

You didn't get it?

They caught me trying

to lift it from the box.

I didn't get it.

Jesus Christ! You mean to tell me

they gave you eight years and a D. D...

...and you didn't even get it?

Boy, they stuck it to him,

didn't they, Mule?

They sure as hell did.

They really stuck it to you, kid.

Stick it in and break it off.

Up your gigi with a wah-wah brush...

...stick it in and break it off.

Leave the kid alone.

I ain't bothering him.

Am I bothering you?

- No, sir.

- I ain't bothering him.

Just trying to be helpful.

So tell me,

how are you going to help him?

I want to ask you a few questions.

You don't have to answer,

but maybe I can help.

Come on!

Now, before this polio thing,

did you have a record?

No. Well, not with the Navy.

I got in trouble a couple of times

with the cops before I enlisted.

I see.

Was it in the nature

of a serious offense?

For example, was it in the nature

of a felony or a misdemeanor?

Well, it was in the nature

of shoplifting.

But I never was in jail,

if that's what you mean.

You know, Meadows...

...this eight years, it ain't

necessarily eight years.

- It isn't?

- No, it isn't.

They're going to knock two years off

for good behavior.

So that's six years right there.

Really?

That's something.

Ain't it?

At least we got a long train ride.

Man, I sure love trains!

It beats the sh*t out of sitting up

in Sh*t City, don't it?

Man, he didn't have those with him.

No, he didn't.

Why don't you take your coat off...?

Goddamn it! Halt, Meadows!

Halt!

I got him! All right, I got him!

You f***ing a**hole!

Let me go!

I got him!

I got him! I got him!

All right!

Don't you f***ing move!

Sit down.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

...for stealing the money.

I swear I didn't want it.

I'm always stealing junk I don't need.

It's all right.

It's all right, Meadows.

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