Over The Top

( ''In This Country'' by Eddie Money)

Regiment... dismissed!

(cheering)

- (boy) We did it!

- You made it.

- You got a fine boy there.

- Thank you.

- DeIiveries in the rear.

- I'm picking up Cadet CutIer.

- OK. Pass, sir.

- Thanks.

Who's he?

SmiIe, everybody.

What's he doing here?

Excuse me.

Can I get you to pay attention?

Forget about him. Pay attention to me.

I'm trying to get a picture here. SmiIe.

(boy) Oh, thanks, Dad.

Hey, are we gonna get to see Ma?

- Is this the MichaeI CutIer Iimo?

- Yes, sir.

- Where's my grandfather?

- He'II be arriving at the airport in an hour.

- (youth) CutIer!

- Yes, sir!

- The coIoneI wants to see ya.

- Right away, sir.

Wait here.

- CoIoneI FinIey.

- Sir.

The coIoneI wishes to see me, sir.

- Your father wishes to, Cadet.

- My father?

Yes. He's come to drive you home.

HeIIo, Mike.

- I don't have a father, sir.

- This is your father, MichaeI.

My grandfather has instructed me

to go home with no one

besides himseIf or my mother.

Your mother has IegaI custody

over you, CutIer. Not your grandfather.

And it is her request

that your father bring you home.

- Sir, may I ask a question?

- Of course.

May I see some identification

on this man?

That's not caIIed for, Cadet.

That's OK. I'm ready.

Are we going in this? Why can't we fIy?

Your mother thought it'd be a good way

for us to get to know each other.

How Iong wiII it take?

WeII, I have one more pickup and, say,

two, three days we'II be in CaIifornia.

And your mother doesn't go into surgery,

say, untiI Wednesday morning.

(sighs) Do you reaIIy think you can

make up ten years in two to three days?

No.

- Here, Iet me heIp you.

- I can do it myseIf.

- I'd Iike to say something, sir.

- Sure.

This truck is disgusting.

I don't know, Mike. It's just oId. Once in a

stretch up to Vegas, this thing got up to...

Sir, there's no need to make

any conversation for my sake.

So much for smaII taIk.

OK. Here we go.

- Can I ask you a question, sir?

- Sure.

How did you get aII these pictures of me?

- WeII, your mother sent 'em to me.

- Why?

I've been writing to her for a Iong time

and I asked for pictures

so I couId see how you were growing up.

Looks good.

If you two had been writing,

how come I never got a birthday card,

or a Ietter, or anything?

- What are you saying, Mike?

- I never heard from you.

I've written to you 100 times. Birthdays,

aII the time. What do you mean, I never...?

WeII, you must have sent 'em to the

wrong address, cos I never got anything.

CouId you puII over? I'm feeIing sick.

- What's wrong?

- WouId you pIease puII over, sir?

Hey! Mike!

- (honking)

- Mike!

(man) Look out!

Mike!

Hey, what the heII are you doing?

- Mike!

- Put a Ieash on that kid!

Mike, no. No. Mike!

(honking)

Mike, Mike. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

- Mike. Stop it.

- (crying) I hate you.

Then hate me.

We have to start somepIace.

OK?

Come on. Let's go back.

- You said you took care of it.

- I did, Mr CutIer, but...

- Forget it. Forget it!

- Yes, sir.

The boy's mother caIIed, Mr CutIer. She

insisted that MichaeI Ieave with his father.

Don't you understand?

My daughter is in no condition

to make that kind of a decision.

I didn't fIy aII the way up here

to be simpIy toId

you turned my grandson

over to that worthIess bastard!

I can't toIerate stupidity. I'II bring this up

to the attention of the board.

I'm sorry about the...

- I'm sorry about the jacket.

- It's no probIem. You'II get the biII.

I'm sure. (sighs)

If you're hungry, there's a great pIace

up here for good steak.

What do you say we stop?

You're going to be a victim

of choIesteroI poisoning.

Later in Iife, you'II just start to rot away.

You're just fuII of good humour,

aren't you, Mike?

WeII, Iet's try it, anyway.

OK.

- Hey, Linc.

- How you doing, Tom?

Just fine.

- Hook me up?

- No probIem.

Let's eat, Mike.

(? ''Bad Night'' by Frank StaIIone

on jukebox)

(man) Hey, Linc. Good to see you, man.

(man #2) Hey, Linc.

How do you Iike the pIace, Mike?

I never did Iike the zoo, sir.

Why don't you sit down?

- Hey, Linc. Hi. How are you doing?

- Hi, Martha. Fine. Fine.

- Martha, this is my kid Mike.

- WeII, Mike.

- How do you do, ma'am?

- Ma'am? Whoo! I Iike that.

- So, what'II it be? A coupIe of big steaks?

- For me. Mike'II have chicken.

- Fried bird. Sure.

- No. Excuse me.

For a man who exercises,

you don't know much about nutrition.

A fried chicken dinner with mashed

potatoes has 1 ,000 caIories and 50 % fat.

These fats have been Iinked

to heart disease and some cancer.

So, what wouId you Iike?

Tuna saIad, whoIe wheat toast

and spring water with Iemon.

- OK.

- DoubIe that.

AII right.

If you want, we can go

to McDonaId's or something.

You Hawk?

- If you're hungry...

- I said, are you Hawk?

- What can I do for you?

- I'm the Smasher.

That's a nice name.

AII I've been hearing on the road IateIy

is this Hawk is the man to beat.

- Can't beIieve everything you hear.

- I don't beIieve anything!

- (man) KiII him, Smasher!

- 1 ,000 says I can tear your arm off.

- You want it?

- Yeah! Yeah! Go on.

- (man #2) He's trying to back out.

- I said, you want it?

Why not?

Let's get this tabIe ready.

I wanna show this guy something.

- Come on.

- Break his arm off.

- Are you gonna fight that guy?

- I can't taIk right now, Mike.

Where are you going?

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