The Men Page #5

a little tough with Wilczek.

- Let's begin by taking him off drugs.

- He's got a lot of pain.

I know, but we've

got to start sometime.

Also, he's strong enough

to be moved into a ward.

Let's put him in with Lopez

and those other boys.

Yes, sir.

Lopez oughta be good for him,

and those bench jockeys will

ride him till he's saddle sore.

Let's do that.

Where's Brock?

- I want to see Brock.

- He'll be around one of these days.

I wanna see him right now!

Who's going in?

Can you tell?

Oh, no! It can't be!

We're getting laughing boy.

King Bubbles

of the happy islands.

Good day, gentlemen.

I'm bringing you a playmate.

You're too good to us, Robbie.

If you wasn't so sexy,

you'd remind me of my mother.

There you are, handsome.

If there's anything

you want, just buzz.

You know how to buzz,

don't you?

If I do buzz,

will you send somebody else?

Be nice to Lt. Wilczek, boys.

He's not a well man.

Is that all you were, Mac?

Just a lieutenant?

How come the put him in here

with us generals?

Oh, lay off, Leo.

Hello, Wilczek. I'm Norm Butler.

Welcome to the country club.

I'm supposed to talk

to all new men about the P.V.A.,

Paralyzed Veterans of America.

We've got seven chapters now,

you know-

Sorry, I'm not a joiner.

Hey, don't talk to Norm that way.

He's a big wheel on the board.

You might need him someday.

- I'm not trying to sell you anything.

- Look, I told you!

I don't want to join any clubs!

Leave me alone, will ya?

Norm, can't you hear?

Leave the lieutenant alone.

Sure...

I'll leave him alone.

Certainly.

If a man wants to be left alone,

he's got a right to be left alone.

Hey, Angel, I'd like to introduce

you to the lieutenant,

but he wants

to be A-L-O-N-E.

Ah, Leo. Don't mind him.

He's a clown.

Yeah, I'm a clown.

Hey, Norm.

Did you ever see that picture,

The Smiling Lieutenant?

In person.

Hey, Lieutenant, sir!

Whose side were you on?

Don't, Leo.

He wants to be left alone.

Who's not leaving him alone?

The guy's a hero, ain't he?

"The hero is not fed on sweets.

Daily his own

heart he eats."

Oh, that's beautiful.

Who wrote that?

- Emerson.

- Fine man.

You know what, Norm?

I bet you the lieutenant

won the Silver Star.

With oak leaf clusters.

- And a good conduct medal.

- With oak leaf clusters.

Honest? You know,

he should be left alone.

The best his country can do

for him is none too good.

Yes, but you see,

he doesn't want to be a paraplegic.

He doesn't? That's funny.

I wouldn't have missed being

a paraplegic for anything.

Besides, sooner or later,

everybody walks.

I read it in the papers.

Why don't you give the guy a break?

He's got pain.

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