Off Limits Page #2

...she saw him leave the building

following somebody.

She thinks it was the killer.

Ask her if she knows the GI's name

or his unit.

Drippy dick.

No name, no unit, nothing. He was only

with her for a couple minutes.

Her short-arm inspection

revealed he had the clap.

Drippy dick.

Yeah, she says he had a real dose.

Tell her to meet me at VD Control

tomorrow at noon.

No. Me got no VD. I'm very clean.

I'm number one blowj*b girl.

Xin loi, miss.

I'm sure you're as clean as a whistle.

Just tell her to meet me.

And, Rogers, no freebies, okay?

Do you know this girl?

Do you know this girl?

Have you seen this girl?

Do you know this...? Oh, f*** it.

Yeah, right. Nobody knows a thing.

But somebody's got some American scrip

in their pocket.

I'll tell you something, man.

Bullshit and science rule the world.

Where did she come from?

Dubuque.

Stockholm.

She ain't from here.

You know,

that insignia could be total bullshit.

Yeah.

You know who our suspects are?

- Everybody in Saigon.

- Civilians, troops, gangsters, cowboys...

...deserters, refugees, dopers,

black-marketeers.

God...

...I love this town.

I really do.

I'm starting to wonder about you,

my man.

My name is Agent Perkins.

This here's my partner, Agent McGriff.

Now, you men are here...

...for two reasons.

One, is because you're black,

which there ain't no question about.

And two...

...is because you've all recently

been treated for drippy dick.

Dick just dripping.

Sh*t, I can hear your d*cks dripping.

How does it feel?

Black in Nam.

F***ing dick feels

like it's about to drop off.

Boy, y'all some sorry motherfuckers.

We have reason to believe

that one of you... One of you...

...was in the off-limits

soul-kitchen section...

...of Vam Co Dong Street last night

when a shooting occurred.

Now, one of you was there.

We'd like to talk to you

about what you may have seen or heard.

No volunteers?

All right. Stand up and line up against

that motherfucking wall back there.

- Get on up.

- I'll get the girl.

Drippy dick.

Sh*t.

I don't know why

the b*tch is telling fibs.

She ain't got no reason to tell fibs.

Bullshit.

I been there all night f***ing that b*tch.

She should be grateful, all that love.

How many times

did you f*** her, Maurice?

Eight, 10 times.

I'm a ho-taming motherf***er.

That b*tch won't work

for a week at least.

Bullshit.

She don't have the clap, Maurice,

and you can't piss without a painkiller.

I'm gonna put your ass in LBJ.

I'm sick of this sh*t.

Hey, then be sick of it, motherf***er.

The only thing I saw last night

was some slant-eyed p*ssy.

Okay. All aright, all right, all right.

Calm down.

Let me talk to Maurice here.

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