The Package Page #3
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- 1989
- 108 min
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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?
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
- 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,
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