The Package Page #2

I'd be glad to defend myself.

That won't be necessary, Sergeant.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

He's a good soldier, Colonel, and he

lost a fine boy up on that road today.

I don't quite understand

your attitude on this.

I think he f***ed up, Colonel.

I think he f***ed up.

That's my attitude.

On your feet!

Sorry to have to reach out

like that for you, Sergeant.

You're gonna be a hero in your hometown.

You're going to Chicago.

I am, sir? Doing what?

We believe Soviet Intelligence is

operating within a neo-Nazi group there.

We want you in that group to find out

what the Soviets are up to.

Yes, sir.

We believe that they plan to assassinate

the president of the United States.

Jesus.

I can handle it, sir.

We know you can, Sergeant.

We know you can.

Attention!

- Hey, Gallagher!

- What do you want?

I been looking all over for you.

You got orders sending you stateside.

- What are you talking about?

- You're taking back a package.

Some sergeant keeps sluggin' officers.

They want him tomorrow.

What the hell's goin' on?

Somebody's yankin' your chain,

Top.

I've had enough of you.

You're doing good, though, Horvath.

You're tough.

Cold, ugly, tough.

You're pushin' it.

Button it up, a**hole.

- What'd you do, hit an officer?

- Flyboy major in a bar.

Over a woman?

No, he kept bustin' off about

our advisor policy in Central America.

I told him I didn't wanna hear any more,

he kept talkin', I dropped him.

- Why didn't you just walk away?

- You get them stripes from walking away?

There you go, Sergeant.

His name is Henke.

Here's his papers. You got orders,

per diem and tickets in there.

You got a MAC flight out of here,

commercial out of Frankfurt.

Turn him over to the provost marshal

at Belvoir. He is all yours.

Give me the keys.

If I were you, I'd keep

the cuffs on that prick, Sarge.

- You ain't him, shithead.

- Timmons, leave it alone.

- Forget it.

- Any time.

- Hold it, hold it!

- Goddamn!

Get the f*** outta here.

Yeah, that's right, get outta here.

Your mother's callin' you.

A**hole.

Damn.

You're quick, Top.

Well, enough.

Is this your wallet?

Give me that.

Get in there.

Jesus Christ.

Man, you're somethin', pal.

You ought to be

a master sergeant by now.

- How many times you been busted?

- I don't know.

"I don't know." Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Oh, man.

How long you figure before you're

back in the sh*t someplace, Johnny?

Iran, maybe. Libya.

Nicaragua.

Philippines.

Mexico, maybe.

- That's what I signed up to do.

- Right. You're a patriotic individual.

I don't have a problem with that.

You're a mercenary, John.

You're a merc for the country

you were born in. You know it.

You remind me of my dad.

He had this little

body and fender business...

he ran out a shack...

and he had this little American flag

he'd run up on a pole on that shack.

Every day he runs up

the American flag...

and when he died

we had to borrow the money to bury him.

- What's the point?

- The point, John, is...

that the Soviet and American

military-industrial complex...

has the entire flag-waving,

patriotic world right by the balls.

You know that.

What'd you do,

read a book, Walter?

You think I'm full of sh*t,

don't you, John?

I think you're going to prison,

Walter.

- You don't know where I'm goin'.

- What's that supposed to mean?

It's a joke, Sarge.

It's just a joke.

I'll tell you what's not a joke.

For that court-martial, you better wear

those ribbons, cut your hair, shape up...

- Be somebody.

- That's right.

Be all you can be.

Oh, Jesus.

Be okay with you if I call my wife?

She lives in Arlington.

Does she know

you're coming home a prisoner?

Wouldn't surprise her any.

Yeah, it's okay.

- Got a quarter?

- Oh, Jesus.

Yeah.

Sh*t.

B*tch.

Says she thought I was dead,

prefers to keep thinkin' I'm dead.

- F*** her.

- Sorry.

- We got time to go by the latrine?

- Yeah.

- There you go, sir.

- Thanks.

On guard duty, Sarge,

or just lookin' for a new roommate?

You'd better step away from that mirror.

You're gonna scare yourself to death.

- Go f*** yourself.

- Let's go, Henke.

- You piece of squid sh*t.

- Let's go.

Hey, buddy, you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You sure?

Where is he?

Where is his papers?

- What?

- It's a big envelope.

What's he talking about?

- You mean this?

- Oh.

Yeah.

Give me a hand, will ya?

- Damn.

- You sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- How far is Arlington?

- About a 40-minute cab ride from here.

- Thanks a lot.

- Hey! Your envelope.

- Thanks a lot.

- You oughta get that head looked after.

Be right back.

- Are you Mrs. Walter Henke?

- Yes.

I'm John Gallagher. I was with your

husband this morning at the airport.

- Walter?

- Yes.

Walter's in Germany.

Could I come in for a moment, please?

It's rather important.

Sure.

Oh, I have to apologize

for the house.

I just began working nights this month,

and I never find the time to clean up.

What about Walter?

He was my prisoner...

and he escaped.

I'd like to get ahold of him

before he makes it worse for himself.

Walter, a prisoner?

Look, Walter and I haven't had a lot

to say to each other in quite some time.

We might as well be divorced, but

he's in Germany or some damn place...

and we haven't got around to it.

You know how that is.

Who is that, please?

That's Walter.

- Colonel Gallagher?

- Yes, Nancy?

There's a Sergeant Gallagher

requesting permission to see you.

He said something about

being your ex-husband.

Ma'am?

Send him in.

Hi there.

Come in.

Well, I'll be damned.

I thought you were in Germany.

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you.

Lost some weight.

- Thank you.

- Sit down.

Notice anything different?

Dyed your hair.

You made light colonel.

Congratulations.

- How do you like this room?

- It's great.

I need your help. I want you to

pull this guy's service record for me.

- You want me to pull a record.

- I need your help, Eileen.

Yeah? What'd you do this time?

Punch out a cop?

Tell a general to f*** off?

I know. They caught you climbing out

the window of some lady's boudoir.

No. I lost my package, a prisoner

I was bringing back from Germany.

I need your help, Eileen.

Welcome to Chicago.

Transit Authority shuttle bus service

is available...

at the Illinois Street exit,

south side of the station.

Johnny, I'd like you to meet

Lieutenant Ruth Butler.

- How do you do, ma'am?

- I've heard a lot about you.

Fort Dix, basic. Jump school.

Currently 82nd Airborne.

Temporarily attached,

Berlin Brigade.

You didn't know him there?

This your prisoner?

No, this is the guy

the nurse says is her husband.

Picture on the wall.

Court-martial. Escaped.

Arrested East Berlin.

- In transit as of yesterday.

- Yeah.

- Anything about Vietnam?

- No. This man was not in Vietnam.

My package was in 'Nam,

I'm sure of that.

- Let me call the wife.

- You wanna use this phone?

- I gotta go.

- Nice to have met you.

- Sergeant, good luck.

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