The Steel Helmet
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- 1951
- 85 min
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South Korean.
-Where'd you get that rifle?
-Find M1.
How do you know it's an M1?
G.I.s here. Four years.
-Tech sarge. You good dog robber.
-Oh, yeah?
You talk more like a dogface
than a gook.
I am no gook.
I am Korean.
All right, all right, all right.
So you're not a gook.
Can say that again.
-Bullet in head, yes?
-Bullet in head, no.
Hardhead.
The bullet went in the front,
spun around inside and came out here.
-See if there's any ammo on those guys.
-I know. Thirty-caliber.
Where's your people?
-With Buddha.
-Huh?
-Dead?
-By Red artillery.
-Big stuff.
-Yeah?
No bullets. All swipe-o by enemy.
Well...
I ain't got no chocolate, Short Round.
Divvy a cigar?
All right. Well...
shove off.
Don't take any wooden yen.
Quit following me.
Kachi Kop See Da.
That means we must travel together.
Yeah, well, you go
Kachi "Koppy" by yourself.
But your heart is in my hands.
My what is where?
Buddha say when you save a friend,
his heart is in your hands.
Look, you've done your good deed
for today. Now blow.
-I don't like kids around me.
-But I good scout.
-Don't need one.
-I know where river is.
-So do I.
-But you sick, bad wound.
Beat it!
Ah, come here.
Come on.
-You can tag along.
-Oh, we thank you. We thank you.
-We thank you.
-But you're on your own. Get it?
You might need one.
Get yourself a pair of clodhoppers!
Shoes!
No, no. No. Over there.
Take Peewee Johnson's.
That's it.
Come here.
What's that paper on your back for?
Prayer to Buddha,
asking him to heal me if I am wounded.
Oh, yeah? Thought you
forgot to take off the price tag.
There.
-Let's go, Short Round.
-What is short round?
It's a bullet that don't go all the way. And that's
you, bud. You're not goin' all the way with me.
Just till we meet some gook-
some South Koreans who'll take you off my neck.
-They pray for Korean heroes.
-Yeah?
Well, if anything happens, hit the dirt.
Eat rice.
Bad wound. She wants your help.
Oh, yeah?
Lots of these Red guerrillas dress
like women, huh?
-You can say that again.
-Yeah.
Get their weapons and ammo.
Let's go.
You know where river is, yes?
I know where river is, no.
This -This fog has got me all fouled up.
-Buddha help us find river.
-Yeah?
You better ask Buddha which way.
Might be another Red.
Eat rice.
Relax, buster.
Take it easy.
Got any chocolate?
-See anything?
-Can you?
Nah.
-Can you feel it?
-Can you?
Yeah.
I feel it.
So you were a prisoner
for six hours, huh?
Yeah. They cut up my platoon
when we pulled back across the river.
How come they didn't murder
all you guys too?
They did.
Kept me alive
Guess you had plenty of chances
to find out how those Reds treat you guys.
-They hate our guts.
-That's not what Joe Stalin says.
There are 15 men out there to prove it.
-Sure your head's all right?
-Sure.
I knew a P.F.C. in Germany...
had a bullet rip right through his belt,
didn't even graze the skin.
-So you were in the last one too, huh?
-From Africa to Czechoslovakia.
-Red Ball Express?
-Yeah.
Till they asked for volunteers
for a rifle outfit.
Sixteenth Infantry, First Division.
Yeah, that was to prove you guys
could shoot besides drive trucks. I remember.
-You another retread?
-I was with the 16th.
Must have looted all of Korea.
Yeah, I got away with beaucoup chow
before I took off.
Too bad they can't make
a bulletproof helmet.
Yeah. Did you stay in
after the last one?
No. Went back to school. G.I. Bill.
Oh, yeah?
Go to Paris?
Paint any of them pictures?
Nah. Took up surgery.
Yeah? Where? In a butcher shop?
-You must have been hit in the mouth.
-Yeah.
D-day. Normandy. By an 88.
Half my back I'm w -
I'm wearing on my face.
You know what?
When my face gets tired, I sit down.
Hey, Sarge.
What's that on your back?
Huh?
You and your Buddha.
-Sounds like a patrol.
-Yeah.
Eat rice.
Eat.
I've got a hunch we're going around
in circles, Lieutenant.
-I'm not interested in your hunches.
-Yes, sir.
Hey, you ballerinas!
You're all bunched up!
Where'd you learn to go on a patrol?
At special service?
Holy smoke.
Sounds like sourpuss himself.
Hey! That you, Zack?
Yeah. Buddha-head?
-Yeah! Where are you?
-Smack in front of ya.
-Ah!
-Iron Mike Zack?
Yeah. Who's that?
Driscoll. Lieutenant Driscoll.
Well! Heard you were killed
in France in the invasion.
You had plenty of chances
to leave the States and find out.
Where's your officer?
Fertilizing a rice paddy
with the rest of the patrol.
-What happened, Zack?
-We were supposed to get a P.W.
They got us instead - ambushed.
Wiped out the whole mess.
with shoelaces and massacred us.
-I was lucky.
-You're the only survivor?
Yes, sir.
What's your story?
I was lucky too, sir.
Uh-huh. Regiment's been getting
a lot of stories about stragglers.
I'm Corporal Thompson, sir.
24th Division, 19th Infantry,
3rd Battalion Medics.
They killed every man in my platoon.
I saw them throw three into a bonfire.
And I'm no straggler.
-Who's the, uh -
-He's a Korean.
Boy, do you know where
the Chang-An-Saw Temple is?
I ask you, do you know -
What's the matter?
Doesn't he understand English?
Sure. He just doesn't like you.
We got fouled up, Zack. We're lost.
You ought to know that's how it is
all the time, Buddha-head.
Nobody knows where
we are except the enemy.
Sergeant Tanaka, you'll make excuses
for my patrol when I tell you to.
-Understand?
-Yes, sir.
Now we have to establish an O.P.
And the quicker we find that temple, the better.
Did you ever establish
an observation post, Lieutenant?
-Don't be impertinent, Sergeant!
-All right, all right, all right, Lieutenant.
Nobody's holding you back.
-Do you know where the front is?
-Sure.
Four points of the compass.
I'm borrowing a bandolier.
Let's go, Doc.
Sergeant Zack.
Look. I know you hate my guts...
but we need an experienced man.
-You happen to have that experience.
-Look, Lieutenant.
You got nothin' out there but rice paddies
crawlin' with commies...
just waitin' to slap you between
two big hunks of rye bread...
and wash you down
with fish eggs and vodka.
Good luck.
-It's gonna be rough on those boys.
-Sure it is.
They don't even have a medic with them.
Look, Thompson.
Nobody's holding you back.
Me - I gotta come out of this.
That bazookaman - He's a good joe,
but he can't hold that patrol together.
Could if his eyes weren't slanted the wrong way.
Then Driscoll would listen to him.
That lieutenant needs you.
Hey. Smart. That Red is smart.
-Sniping with a burp gun.
-That's using his head.
Yeah.
Patrol even fire like ballerinas.
Uh-oh, Doc. That's all.
Two snipers with burps. They've had it.
Short Round, stay here.
Come on, Doc. Let's go.
Hold your fire.
Ow.
Listen, you. You stay here,
or I'll slap your ears off.
You understand?
I'll yell if I need you, Doc.
-I can't see it.
-They're not supposed to be seen, Lieutenant.
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