Major Payne

"Bad To The Bone" by George

Thorogood and the Destroyers

Now on the day

I was born

The nurses all

gathered round

And they gazed

in wide wonder

At the joy they had found

The head nurse spoke up

Said leave this one alone

She could tell right away

That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

Bad

- Let's move out !

- Get in front of that wall !

- B-B-B-B-Bad

- Follow me !

B-B-B-B-Bad

Bad to the bone

When I walk the streets

Kings and queens step aside

- Every woman I meet

They all stay satisfied

I wanna tell you about it

baby

What I see

I make my own

And I'm here

to tell you, honey

- That I'm bad to the bone

- My arm !

- Bad to the bone

- I've been shot !

- Bad to the bone

Let me take a look at that.

- Want me to show you a little trick ?

Take your mind

off that arm ?

Give me your hand.

Now, you may feel

a little... pressure.

Agh ! My finger !

My finger !

- Work every time.

And I'm bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

B-B-B-B-B-Bad

B-B-B-B-Bad

B-B-B-B-Bad

Bad to the bone

You had better give up, senor.

You cannot kill us all.

Nope, but I can clean

your colon out quicker than...

one of them burritos

with extra guacamole sauce.

And I'm bad to the bone

B-B-B-B-Bad

B-B-B-B-Bad

B-B-B-B-Bad

At ease, Payne.

Relax. Do you know

why you're here ?

Sir, no, sir !

The promotion board report

came out last week.

This is the new

lieutenant colonel list.

Your name is not on it.

You get two chances

to advance,

then we gotta

show you the hatch.

Base admin is cutting your

discharge orders right now.

General, are you tryin' to tell me

in all this man's military...

there is no room left for

a trained weapon of destruction ?

The fighting is no longer

done on the battlefields, Payne.

Now all the blood is shed

in the halls of Congress.

Boys like us

are becoming dinosaurs.

There gotta be somebody

need some killin'.

I'm sorry, Major,

there's no one left.

You've killed 'em all.

Good luck.

It's been two whole

weeks since I killed me a man,

and already I'm startin'

to get the itch.

Problem is I ain't

got nothin' to scratch.

God, I'm hungry.

Hungry for action.

- Hungry for blood.

Hell.

I'm just

plain ol' hungry.

- Feel I'm gettin' weaker...

while Charlie's growin'

stronger in the jungle.

I can't lose my edge.

I gotta keep my strength up.

I gotta maintain discipline.

Because the hard reality was...

I gotta get a job.

- And what better place...

than somewhere that would

allow me to employ...

my skills

as a trained killer.

Mister... Payne ?

This is a dramatization

of a domestic violence dispute.

You arrive on the scene to find

a woman, played by Ms. Goodwin,

- Hello, ma'am.

- claiming to have been assaulted...

by her husband,

played by Mr. Shipman.

- Happy to meet you.

- Same here.

Your objective is to effectively

neutralize the situation.

Neutralize.

Begin.

He hit me !

- You like to beat women ?

- Officer, l--

Don't never... hit...

her... again.

- Hear me ? Hear me ? Huh ?

- I-l can't-- Wait !

Agh ! Ooh !

Payne, what happened ?

You've only been out one week.

It's civilian life, sir.

I had a minor setback.

Listen, I made some calls,

and I got an assignment for you.

It's not great, you understand,

but it gets you back in the military.

So after two and a half weeks...

of livin' a civilian puke's

existence,

I was back in uniform,

back in the Corps.

Back to the sweet smell

of mustard gas...

and killin'.

Little did I know

what awaited for me.

I've toured 11 separate

engagements...

from Iraq to Haiti,

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