Universal Soldier Page #4

- GR74. Get GR14.

Over here, Woodward!

Get him. Get him down.

Damn you! Put him out, I said! All

right, get those coolants ready!

Get that truck operating!

Woodward, get 'em over here! Get more-

Hurry up.

- Yes. Sarge.

- God!

Whoa.

- Huh?

- Get over here! Get over here! Get GR74!

Get him out! Put that coolant on him!

- We need more extinguishers!

- Got it, got it. Let's go!

- Come on! Hurry!

- Huh?

Well, here I go again. I'm outta here.

- Come on. We're gonna lose these two, Colonel.

- $250 million apiece,

- we can't afford to lose any of 'em.

- Buckle up.

Seat belt, right. Okay, go. Go!

Oh, Jesus. He should've buckled up.

He's getting up. Go!

Go, go, go, go, go! Go!

Sh*t! They're pullin' the plug.

Pack it up. We're headin' home.

- Everybody, back into the truck. Come on, everybody.

- Let's go! Let's move it!

Woodward, what the hell are you doin'?

Yes, it's ice! Get back in the truck!

Pack it up!

Get back into the truck,

GR13. The mission is cancelled.

GR13.

I said it's over.

My name is Sergeant Andrew Scott.

He's just a mess. Lieutenant,

could you contact Colonel Perry?

We'd like to have him

back in here. Thank you.

You're wasting your time.

- He can't hear you.

- Jesus!

I've relieved Colonel

Perry of his command.

GR13, this mission has been cancelled.

I order you back to the

cooling chamber, now!

Orders?

I'm giving the orders from now on.

We have a mission to complete.

Any questions?

Uh-oh.

- Somethin' to drink?

- Uh. yeah. I'll just have coffee.

Okay. You?

Brenda?

Yes, Joe?

Hey, uh, you want something to drink?

- Yeah? Okay. He'll have a soda pop.

- Great.

- He's not gonna make it.

- Will you just shut up? He'll hear you!

- Dr. Haines- - Look, if

he thinks that we failed,

he's gonna kill us both.

You just keep working. If he

asks anything, just stall him.

What's he doing?

Overloading on muscle enhancers.

He's making himself stronger.

Oh, great. That's just what we need.

You know, I feel like I'm

back in high school again.

I can't make heads or tails

out of any of this stuff.

But apparently, whatever

they've done to you,

it's been done on a genetic level.

''The Surgeon General has warned that

cigarettes could be hazardous to your health.''

Yeah, well, don't believe

everything you read.

- Hey. Hey, hey! That is my last pack.

- Are you ready to order?

Uh, uh. uh, yeah. Just, uh-

Just bring us two of your specials.

N-Now look, they constantly

refer to a Dr. Christopher Gregor.

Now, do you recognize that name?

No?

Nothing. Hmm.

I think I saw a number

in here somewhere.

Do you think you can help me?

Well, it's, uh, definitely worth a shot.

- What?

- Why are you doing all this for me?

I'm not. All right?

I'm not doing all this for

you. I'm doing it for me.

I mean, you may not

realize this yet, but...

you are one hell of a story.

I wouldn't worry, though.

Uh, when the truth comes out,

they'll, they'll

probably make you a hero.

Ah. Here we go. ''CG.''

Christopher Gregor.

All right, look, I'm, uh, I'm gonna go

check this out. You, uh, you stay here...

and wait for the specials, okay?

All right? Oh, uh, do you have a phone?

Out there.

- Thanks.

- Here's the special.

Sergeant Scott.

Could I have a word with you?

I'm all ears.

Your thermal monitor.

It's registering hot.

Uh-oh. Nap time.

Are you nuts?

Why'd you tell him that?

Quadruple his serum.

What?

I'm going inside.

When he sits down,

I'll give you a signal.

You increase the pressure,

and I'll engage the injection

device on the arm of his chair.

No, no, no.

It'll look better if I go.

Is there a problem. medic?

No, I'm just checking

the, uh, injection device.

- Was it broken?

- It's making some strange noises.

I just wanted to make an adjustment.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Let's see if it still works.

Dr. Haines!

- Stop it! Stop it!

- Are you ready?

- It's memory clearance time.

- Stop it! Get up! No!

- Stop it! You're gonna kill him!

- Dr. Haines! Dr. Haines!

- Let him go!

- No!

- Don't. Stop it!

- Get off me! Get off me!

Get off of me!

Sh*t. A fax.

Hey. you got enough

money to pay for all this?

You know, money? Cash?

Dollars? Dinero?

Hank!

- Yeah.

- We got ourselves a deadbeat back here.

- What?

- He can't pay.

Move it, Brenda.

Hey, punk, I been slavin'

all day makin' that slop.

- The food is good.

- F***in' A it is.

The question is. how are

you going to pay for it?

I don't know.

You don't know. Ain't that cute.

I'm gonna bust your head, punk.

I don't want to hurt you.

Me? You don't want to hurt Hank?

I just want to eat.

- Operator.

- Uh, yeah. operator, uh, a local number:

prefix KL5, a Dr. Christopher Gregor.

Hey, look, you

ugly son-of-a-b*tch!

Hey! You better put that down, you son-of-a-b*tch,

because now I'm gonna make you bleed!

- May I help you?

- Uh, Veteran's Hospital?

- Yes.

- Great. Operator, can you tell me exactly where that is?

- 1087 Clinton Avenue.

- Clinton. Wonderful.

Thank you very much.

Oh, sh*t.

How was lunch, huh?

I'm lookin' for a deserter.

He's traveling with a female POW.

- Beat it, a**hole.

- Hey. soldier boy. I'll be your POW.

Nice necklace. I got one just

like it made out of noses.

Now, they're in this

white and yellow Buick...

with no front or rear window.

Does that refresh your memory?

GR74.

Sergeant Scott has issued an order.

Will you obey that order?

Yes, sir.

He would like for you to

hold this for 30 seconds...

and then drop it.

One, two, three-

- I know which way they went. You got a pencil?

- Yeah? Sure.

By the way, I like your

belt. Can I have it?

Hey! Where's the freezer?

- Can I help you?

- Uh, yes, we would like to speak with Dr. Gregor?

Do you have an appointment?

Yes. Yes, we do.

- Follow me.

- Thank you.

- Wait in there.

- Okay. Thank you.

Oh. God.

Oh, man, I'd kill for

a cigarette right now.

You would kill someone for a cigarette?

No, no. It's an expression.

You know, a figure of speech.

I mean, I wouldn't actually

kill someone for a cigarette.

I might hurt 'em bad at this point,

but I don't think I'd kill 'em.

Dr. Gregor, excuse me.

- Yes? What is it?

- There's a young couple here to see you.

- They say they have an appointment.

- Appointment?

- No!

- Clear!

Clear.

It's all right, Luc.

It's all right. It's over.

I-I saw it.

I remember h

- home.

Is he all right? Let's

get him into the bathroom.

We have to cover him with ice.

I said stand at attention,

private! Stand up!

Goddamn it! The whole f***in'

platoon's droppin' like flies!

What the hell are you staring at?

Do you have any idea what

it's like out there? Do you?

Well, I'm fighting this thing,

man. It's like kick ass or kiss ass.

And I'm bustin' heads.

It's the only way to

win this f***ing war.

And these shitheads,

these yellow, traitoring motherfuckers,

they're everywhere.

And I,

Sergeant Andrew Scott of the U.S. Army,

I'm gonna teach 'em all.

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