The Last Detail Page #6
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- Year:
- 1973
- 104 min
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you know that?
It takes a certain kind of a sadistic
temperament to be a Marine.
What the f***'s he doing?
Hey, Meadows!
What's he doing?
"Bravo...
...Yankee...
...Bravo, Yankee.
Bye-bye. End of the word."
Hey, this son of a b*tch
is running away!
Halt, you son of a b*tch!
Halt! You motherf***er!
Buddusky, don't!
Don't!
Goddamn, I lost my f***ing shoe!
Let me go!
Buddusky, don't!
Let me go, you bastard!
Please let me go!
I lost my f***ing shoe!
Baker, Mooney, prisoner from Norfolk,
on the double!
Where'd you get the idea
that wearing an armband...
...and a sidearm entitles you
to abuse a prisoner?
They teach you that in the Navy?
Or was that your idea of a good time?
I guess.
You guess what, sailor?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Nothing, sir.
- Did the prisoner offer any resistance?
- No, sir.
Did he try to escape?
Not exactly.
That's a little vague.
Either he did or didn't. Which is it?
Don't look at him
for the answer. Which is it?
- He didn't.
- He didn't what?
He didn't try to escape.
He didn't try to escape, "sir."
He didn't try to escape, sir.
You haven't left yet.
Sir?
Your orders weren't endorsed. According
to this, you're still in Norfolk.
Well, we're standing here.
It's not our fault.
You haven't left yet.
- You haven't left!
- That's not our fault!
Look, sir. We both got
a lot of time in.
What's that supposed to mean?
Too much time to be hard-ass
because some dude in Norfolk...
...forgot to endorse our orders.
You're asking for trouble.
I'm asking to see the XO.
Deep trouble!
No.
We ain't about to say
anything else until we see the XO.
Get the hell out of here.
You're supposed to pull a few copies.
Goddamn grunts!
Think they can get away with anything!
Telling me how to do my job.
I know my job.
I know my goddamn job better than
anybody else in the goddamn Navy!
We really told him though, didn't we?
Trying to ream our ass...
...and he don't even have sense
to pull a few goddamn copies!
Bunch of candy-asses!
I hate this motherfucking,
chicken sh*t detail.
Where are you going?
- Norfolk.
- I mean now.
I don't know. Stop off
in Baltimore maybe. You?
Back to New York, I guess.
See you in Norfolk.
Yeah. Maybe our f***ing orders
have come through.
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