The Look of 'The Jacket': Influences from the Avant-Garde

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- Target four. Wanna take the other truck?

- Roger.

Move by the truck.

Move in right there.

Roger. He's wounded. Hit him.

Start hitting the truck.

Get the truck and him.

Go forward of it and hit him.

Roger.

Go ahead and store that.

Another guy moving right through.

Good. Fire. Hit him.

Get down on the floor.

I said, down. Down.

You. Down. Now.

Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands.

Get the hands over your head.

Over your head!

Get down.

On your knees.

There. Stay there.

Get your hands up.

Get your hands up.

Get down.

Sh*t, there's a kid in there.

That's not our problem.

None of this is our problem.

Get your hands in the air.

Hey.

How's it going, little man?

You all right?

I was 27 years old the first time I died.

I remember there was white everywhere.

There was war, and I felt alive.

But, really, I was dead.

- So how old?

- Twenty-seven.

Here he is. Starks, Jack.

Born in Vermont.

Hasn't got a family listed.

Naval hospital will take care of it.

Oh, my God.

- This soldier's alive. This man just blinked.

- Been tagged already.

- Worry about the others.

- No, no, look at this.

Oh, sh*t. Code blue, code blue.

We need a doctor.

Get a doctor over here now.

Sergeant Starks was very lucky.

A little more to the right,

it wouldn't have come out.

He has retrograde amnesia,

acute psychological suppression.

We couldn't find any family...

...in the States, sergeant.

- I'm sure you have friends.

- I want the paperwork this afternoon.

- Get him on the next flight out of here.

- Yes, sir.

He's recommended you for

the Bronze Star, sergeant.

- There is help for you, sergeant.

- Of course there is.

Of course there is.

You guys all right?

- Our car won't start.

- That's your mom?

- Yeah.

- What's your mom's name?

Jean.

Hey, Jean.

Can you hear me?

Can you wake up?

I need you to try and stay awake.

- Oh, God.

- Your mom taking anything?

- What's your name?

- Jackie.

Nice to meet you, Jackie.

Tell you what. Why don't you do this.

Wrap it around yourself...

...and you try and keep your mom awake,

and I'll go work on your car.

- All right?

- Okay.

Oh, God.

No. Oh, no...

What do you think of all this snow?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

What are these?

Those are dog tags. See, they got the name

and the date of birth on them.

- What for?

- In case I get lost...

...or can't remember who I am.

- Can I have them?

- Yeah, you can have them.

- Thanks.

You think you can reach the ignition?

Go ahead and give it a shot.

Just keep turning, all right?

Keep going.

It works.

Hey, get your f***ing hands off...

Get your f***ing hands off my daughter.

Get your f***ing hands off my daughter.

- Mom, he fixed our car.

- Jackie, get in that car. Now.

- Mom. He fixed the car.

- Get in the goddamn car!

- How's it going?

- Pretty good, man.

- Where you headed?

- On up in Canada.

- I can take you to the border.

- That'd be great.

- All right, bud, jump on in.

- It's freezing.

- Hey, man.

- Hey. Thanks.

Jump on in here. Hey, no problem.

My God, it's cold.

- Must've been freezing out there, boy.

- Yeah.

It's colder than a witch's titty with

a brass bra on doing pushups in the snow.

- So you drive?

- Yeah, sure.

All right, man, great.

We'll switch up in a bit.

You ever been to jail?

- No, I've never been to jail.

- I'll tell you what, buddy...

...it's a whole lot

goddamn worse than war.

It's probably worse

than anywhere you been.

I doubt that.

Are you kidding me?

What's he pulling us over for?

Recreation.

Jackie and Jean are the only things

you know for certain about that day?

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