Cadence (1990) Movie Script
1
Mama.
[CHILDWHIMPERING]
[CRICKETSCHIRPING]
- Hi,Mr.Vito.
- Hello,Franklin.
- Thanksforcoming.
- It'sallright,son.
Thatalltheluggage
youbroughtwithyou?
Yes,sir.Igottaheadback
toGermanytonight.
Well,thankGod
youmadeitontime.
Isureamsorry
aboutyourdad,Son.
Hewentsofast.
- I'mstillinshock.
- [BEANSIGHS]
MAN:Hewasdoingrealgood.
Hismotherpassedaway.
Wehadtomoveintotown.
Ijusthatetoseehimgiveup
onhisschoolingnow.
Well, believe me, he's a very
bright young man, Mr. Bean.
Hejustdoesn'thave
anydiscipline
and the military is just the tonic
the doctor ordered in Franklin's case.
I know it's a rough decision for
you, but if it's any consolation,
I have been down this road
100 times with boys like Franklin
andI'veneverbeen
wrongonce.
[CHURCHBELLTOLLING]
[SNIFFLES]
[SOBBING]
I'msorry,Dad.
I'msosorry.
Iloveyou.
There'saland
Thatisfairerthanday
Andbyfaith
Wecanseeitafar
FortheFather
Waitsovertheway
Toprepareus
Adwellingplacethere
Inthesweet
Byandby
Weshallmeet
Onthatbeautifulshore
Inthesweet
Byandby
Weshallmeet
Onthatbeautifulshore
Weshallsing
Onthatbeautifulshore
Themelodioussongs
Oftheblessed...
Doesanyone
wantanythingsaid?
Inthesweet
Byandby
Weshallmeet
Onthatbeautifulshore
Inthesweet
Byandby...
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
Eightball.
Iwannatrytheeightballs.
- Wonderful.
- Iwanttwoofthem.
Whynot?
Butthistime,
Iwantthemonmyhands.
- [THUNDERRUMBLING]
- What?
Iwantoneeightball
oneachhand.
Whyyounoput
onyournose?
Iain'tjoking,Senora.
Iwantthemonmyhands.
No,it'snotpossible.
Onthearms,yes.
Onthehands,no.
TheArmynoallow
onthehands.
Thisisvery
importanttome.
Whatdoyousay?
IfIdo,
youmustnevertell.
Iwon't.
I... Ipromise.
No,thepromise.
SweartotheHolyMother.
Iswearon
myfather'sgrave.
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
[ROCK'N'ROLLMUSICPLAYING]
[INDISTINCTCHATTERING]
Hey,shitforbrains.
Guesswho?
- Damned if I know.
- Your voice is changing, old buddy.
NotsinceIwas15,
itain't.
I'msorry.
- I'mverysorry.
- It'sokay.
Whoa,whoa.
Becareful.
Hey,buddy.
Youbettersitdown,man.
- Youdon'tlooksogood.
- Yeah?
Shit can fall and I can
walk a tightrope blindfolded.
Okay, okay, take it easy.
Igottattoosacross
thelinewheretheyshow.
- Sinclair? You better come with us.
- Look at me!
Igotthemwheretheyshow!
Igottattooswheretheyshow!
I'mtakingitback,Dad!
Youhearme?
I'mtakingitallback!
I'mouttahere!
I'mafreeman!
I'mafreeman
fromnowon!
I'mafreeman!
[WOMANSCREAMING]
Sinclair,
callanambulance.
[GLASSCLATTERING]
[BUGLEPLAYING "REVEILLE"]
Left,left,
left,right,hut.
MAN: When I read the report, I
thought you were gonna be scarred for life
ifyoulived.
BEAN: Nah, just a slight concussion
and a few stitches. You can't even see 'em.
- So how'd you make out at the hearing?
- I don't know yet,
butIdon'tgiveashit.
I'mrequestinga208.
- I'mthroughwiththeArmy.
- A208?
That'seasiersaid
thandone,pal.
- Hitme.
- Well,Iain'tworried.
Imean,whatthehellelse
aretheygonnadowithme?
Hey,man.It'sUSArmy,
youneverknow.
- I'mbusted.
- Whatelseisnew?
- YouBean?
- Yes,sir.
I'mCaptainRamonGarcia.
Irepresentedyou
atthepreliminaryinvestigation
forthesummarycourt.
Wouldyouexcuseus,
Private?
Oh,yes,sir.
I'llseeyouinawhile.
Right,Sam.
- Sohowdidwedo?
- Notbad.
- Howyoufeeling?
- Notbad.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay.
BeanFranklin.F.
What'sthe "F" standfor?
- Fairchild.
- Hmm,soundsblueblood.
Okay,son,
thisistheverybestdeal
you're gonna see under the
circumstances, believe me.
Youget100dayseven.
Ten days' credit for sick time
leaves 90 days in the stockade.
Youloseyourseniority
andhalfyourpay
andyoupay
forthewindow,ofcourse.
You refrain from the use of
alcohol for the period of one year
andthetattoos
mustberemoved
within30daysofyourrelease
fromthestockade.
Well,that'seasier
saidthandone.
Whataremyoptions?
Youcouldtakeyourchances
withacourt-martial.
Domaybethreeyears
withadishonorabledischarge,
butyougettokeep
thetattoos.
Threeyears?
Son,neverhitanMP.
Idon'tevenremember
seeinganMP.
Hmm.
I don't remember
anything, for Christ's sake.
Yeah,well,thatis
totheiradvantage,isn'tit?
Whatabouta208?
- Awhat?
- A208.
- Whatfor?
- Iwantout.
No,youdon't.
Look,son.
Dothe90days.
Thestockade's
notallthatbadhere.
It's minimum security with a work
farm detail and the weather's warm.
Youjustkeep
yournoseclean.
You'llbeouttathere
innotime.
Now, listen. I'm gonna make a
special request on your behalf
toColonelFox
atthesummarycourt
andIneedyoursignature
righthere.
Doit.
Comeon.
Gracias.
Adios.You'llgetmybill
inthemorning.
Iwon'tbehere
inthemorning.
MAN:Left,right,left,
right,a-left,right...
[JETENGINESWHOOSHING]
- SergeantBrooks.
- Prisoner,halt.
MayIseethatweapon,
please?
Ah,shit.
- Thankyou.
- Mm-hmm.
Whenyouescort
aprisonertomystockade,
youwilldoso
withaloadedweapon.
Right,Sergeant.
I'llneedthissigned,Sergeant.
I'msureyoudo.
Steady,son.
Now,isn'tthere
somecopy
ofthissoldier's
trialrecordformeaswell?
- Yeah, Sarge. Here you go.
- Here you go.
Dismissed,Sergeant.
No wonder you ended up in here
with that sort of example set for you.
Youhadchowyet?
- Iain'thungry.
- "Iain'thungry,Sergeant."
Gerald!
Followme,soldier.
Yes,Top.
Wedon'tgetmany
newcustomersinhere,
which means there aren't many
of us permanent personnel either.
- Take that up to my office, Gerald.
- Right away, Top.
One man runs this stockade. Master
Sergeant Otis McKinney. That's me.
Asfarasyou'reconcerned,
thereain'tnobodyelse.
Now,Iknowyou'rescared
andyougotreasontobe,
butI'vebeenArmy
toolongtobechickenshit.
Yousoldieralong
andpullyourweight
andI'llbestraight
withyou,okay?
No.
Doyouhave
aproblem,soldier?
- I'mthroughsoldiering.
- No,no,son.
Youdon'tunderstand.
You'refightingthewrongman.
We'reonthesameteam,
youandme.
- Igotnoteam.
- Areyouabadass?
DoesMrs.Bean'slittleboy
thinkhe'sarealbadass?
Thereain'tnoMrs.Bean.
Isee.
- And why am I not surprised to hear that?
- [SNIGGERS]
- Lamar.
- Yes,Sergeant.
ThisMr.Beanhere
hasbeendoggingit.
Doesn'twannashapeup.
Hesayshe'sgotnoteam.
Youthinkmaybe
he'llchangehismind
whenhemeets
hisnewroommates?
I believe he'll change
his mind, Sergeant.
Yes, I believe so, too.
- Corporal of the Guard Lamar?
- Yes, Sergeant.
Takechargeofthisprisoner.
We'lltalkagain
inthemorning,son.
Ithinkbythenyou'llknow
you'vegotateam,
- wantoneornot.
- Iwillnot.
"Iwillnot,Sergeant."
- That'sagig,Bean.
- GigforBean.
Andgigsmeantrouble.
He'sallyours,Lamar.
Welcometomyhouse,son.
LAMAR:Prisoner,
throughthegate!
Marchtheyellowline.
Prisoner,halt!
Rightface.
Dropyourgear.
Uncover.
Paraderest.
Putyourhands
behindyourhead.
[SOFTLY]Don'teyeballme,man.
Don'tsweatme.
I'mdoingmytimehere.
AllIaskisyoudon'tget
McKinneyonme.
- Howlongdidyouget?
- 90.
That ain't bad. General
rules are posted inside.
Read'emandfolloworders
orMcKinneywillgigyou.
Prisoner,attention.
Leftface.
Forward,march.
Marchtheredline.
BEAN:Keepthatdoorlocked
allthetime?
From"Taps"to"Reveille."
Prisoner,halt.
- Whataboutafire?
- Againstregulations.
Forward,march.
[SOFTLY]Watchyourself
inthere,man.
[CLASSICALMUSICPLAYING]
Hey, soldier. What you
taking that faraway bunk for?
YouafraidofNegroes?
Idon'twanttoget
inanybody'sway.
Yeah,well,youmust've
alreadydonethat
tolandyourselfinhere,son.
Ormaybeyoujust
don'tlikeNegroes,huh?
Idon'treallyknow
anyNegroes.
- Imean,I...
- [SCOFFS]
Iknowwhatyoumean.
What'syourname?
Hey,man.
Iaskedyouyourname.
Bean.
Sayagain?
IsaidBean.
Yougotafirstname
there,Bean?
- Franklin.
- Franklin.
- Hmm.FranklinBean.
- [HELICOPTERBLADESWHIRRING]
Isthatanythinglike
frankandbeans?
Iamfrankandbeans.
Uh-huh.
Sotellme,
Mr.FrankandBeans.
What'sthatshit
yougotonyourhands?
Whatareyou,
apoolsharkorsomething?
No,thatwas...
- thatwasamistake.
- Nokiddin'.
Wow.
Sotellme,slim.
Howmuchtimeyoudraw?
- Ninety.
- 90days.
Hey, that ain't bad. Let me
help you get squared away here.
Hey,DiggerStokes,man.
Youplayin'orwhat?
Asyouwere.
No,thiswillneverdo.
Mm-mm.[CLICKSTONGUE]
We'llhavetogetSweet
tosquareyouaway.
Name'sStokes.
RooseveltStokes,
compoundleader.
CallmeRose.
Sowhatyou
smokin'there,Bean?
IgotsomeWinstonshere.
Winstons.Hmm.
Theyain'texactly
mybrand,youunderstand,
buttheywilldo.
Yeah,comeondown,Bean.
I'dliketointroduceyou
totherestofthegentlemens.
Onyourleft,
Mr.EugeneBryce.
Affectionatelyknown
asSpoonman.
Wasistlos,man?
Andnowifyouwould
directyourattention
tothecenterof
thedancefloor,
youwillseeaman
inawhiteT-shirt.
Ourownshining
blackprince.
MayIpresent
brotherAndrewLawrence.
Andmymainman,
BabyWebb.
EdwardJamesWebb.
Harlem'sownmiddleweight
GoldenGlovechamp
oftheyear
ofourLord1963.
Andthelarge
individualbehindyou,
whosefreshlymoppedfloor
youjustwalkedon,
isHarry "Sweetbread" Crane.
Now,he'snotmuch
ofaconversationalist,
you'llhavetounderstand,
butthepipes,
the man has pipes that will bring
Jesus into your heart instantly.
Nicetomeetyouall.
MayIgonow?
That white boy must have a blue
and red suit on under that uniform.
Listenup,Bean.
You wanna stay way the hell over
here by yourself, that's your business,
butyougotta
understandonething.
Weareall
inheretogether
and that means that you don't
operate entirely on your own in here.
Nobodydoes.
You will pull your weight or
we will make you wish you had.
Yousee,yourbeingwhite
don'tmeanshitinhere.
As far as that old bastard
up there is concerned,
we'reallniggasinhere.
Youdigit?
- Idigit.
- Iknewthatyoucould.
Dankeforthesmokes,man.
Bitteschon,man.
Imustsay,
CorporalStokes,
thatwasvery
diplomaticofyou
and you did have kryptonite
in your pocket after all.
Thankyou,
PrivateLawrence.
Thankyouverymuch.
- Let'splay,gents.
- Let'splay.
[BUGLEPLAYING "REVEILLE"]
[WHISTLETWEETS,RATTLING]
Howdowefeelthisfine,
sunnymorning?
LAWRENCE:Oh,man.
Youcutthatcheese?
BRYCE: Hey, you don't
smell that good all the time.
WEBB:
Givemesomeroom,man.
Allright,ladies.
Listenup!
You have 15 minutes to shower,
shave, shit, shine, and shampoo.
Doyouhearme?
Nowdoit.
- [TOILETFLUSHES]
- Fallin.
LAMAR: Do it, do it.
GESSNER: Move it,
move it, move it, quickly.
Dress,rolling,three.
Ready,hut.
- LAMAR:Morning,Sergeant.
- Morning,Gerald.
Lamar,takeyourpost.
- Goodmorning,gentlemen.
- ALL:Goodmorning,Sergeant.
Howdowefeel
thisfine,sunnymorning?
- ALL:Fine,Sergeant.
- Verywell.
Nowthen,
let'sseehowwelook.
- GigforPrivateWebb.
- LAMAR:GigforWebb.
Silentcontempt.
CompoundLeaderStokes,
lookingprettygood.
You're gonna be a soldier
again one of these days,
- aren'tyou,Mr.Stokes?
- Yes,Sergeant.
Yes,indeed.
- GigforBryce.
- LAMAR:GigforBryce.
Irishpennant.
Cutitoff.
- GigforLawrence.
- LAMAR:GigforLawrence.
Piss-poorshave.
Good God Almighty, Crane. You
look like a soup sandwich as usual.
Boots are bad, shirts
unbuttoned, no A-line.
Youaremy
problemchild,missy.
Wonder how we'll ever
get you looking good.
- Maybe we should get him a dress?
- How 'bout that, Private Crane?
Youthinkadresswouldhelp?
No,Idon'tthinksoeither.
- ThreegigsforPrivateCrane.
- LAMAR:ThreegigsforCrane.
Well,well,well.
Andhowdowelike
ournewroommates,Mr.Bean?
- Ilikethemfine.
- "Ilikethemfine,Sergeant."
- GigforBean.
- LAMAR:GigforBean.
Doyouunderstandnow
abouthowyou'vegotateam?
- Igotnoteam.
- "Igotnoteam,Sergeant."
- AnothergigforMr.Bean.
- LAMAR:AnothergigforBean.
Andanother
problemchild,
but with 89 and 1/2 days to
rehabilitate you, I would say the odds
aregreatlyinmyfavor,
wouldn'tyouagree,Mr.Bean?
- Iwouldn'tknow.
- "Iwouldn'tknow,Sergeant."
- AnothergigforMr.Bean.
- LAMAR:AnothergigforBean.
- Feed 'em, Lamar.
- Compound Leader Stokes, form for chow.
Prisoners,
closeranks.March.
Left,left,left,left.
STOKES:
Marktime,march.
PrivateBean,PrivateCrane,
falltotherear.
Doitnow.
Quickly.
Quicktime,march.
Left,left,left.
Left,left,left.
Left,left,left.
- Wasistlos?
- SoulPatrol.
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men...
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Workingonthechain
- OneP.
- Gang
- Keepitstrong.
- Canyouhear'emsaying
Ooh,ahh,yeah
Ooh,ahh,yeah
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men...
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Canyouhearmesayit
- Ooh,ahh
- Feelgood.
- Ooh,ahh
- Feelgood.
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men...
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
- Workingonthechain
- OneP.
- Gang - SWEET:
Can you hear me say it
- Ooh,ahh
- Keepitrightthere,gentlemen.
- Ooh,ahh
- Comeon!
- Ooh,ahh
- STOKES:Sweet!
- Ooh,ahh
- Singforme!
- CRANE:Givemewater
- Ooh,ahh
- I'mthirsty,my,my,my
- Ooh,ahh
- Myworkissohard
- Ooh,ahh
- Seemywoman
- Ooh,ahh
- Who I love so dear
Meanwhile - Ooh, ahh
- Gottostayrighthere
- Ooh,ahh
- Givemewater
- Ooh,ahh
Ooh,ahh
Ooh,ahh
- Ooh,ahh
- BRYCE:SoulPatrol.
Oh,don'tyouknow
Prisoners,quickandquiet.
Johnny'sinthebasement
Mixingupthemedicine
I'monthepavement
Thinkingaboutthegovernment
Themaninatrenchcoat
Badgeout,laidoff
Sayshe'sgotabadcough
Wantstogetitpaidoff
Lookout,kid
It'ssomethingyoudid
Godknowswhen
Butyou'redoingitagain
You better duck down the
alleyway looking for a new friend
[WHISTLEBLOWS]
Moveitout,moveitout.
Andyouonlygot10
Maggiecomesfleetfoot
Facefullofblacksoot
Talkingthattheheat
Putplantsinthebed
Butphone'stappedanyway
Maggiesaysthatmanysay
TheymustbustinearlyMay
"OrdersfromtheDA"
Lookout,kid
Don'tmatterwhatyoudid...
Comeon,Lawrence!
Up,up!
Comeon,Bean,youoaf.
Getupthere!
Better stay away from those
that carry around a fire hose
Keepacleannose
Watchtheplainclothes
You don't need a weatherman
to know which way the wind blows
Getsick,getwell
Hangaroundaninkwell
Ringbell,hardtotell
Ifanythingisgonnasell
Tryhard,getbarred
Getback,riderail
Getjailed,jumpbail
JointheArmyifyoufail
Lookout,kid
You'regonnagethit
Bylosers,cheaters
Six-timeusers
Hangingroundthetheaters
Girlbythewhirlpool
Islookin'foranewfool
Don'tfollowleaders
Watchtheparkingmeters
Oh,getborn,keepwarm
Shortpants,romance
Learn to dance Get dressed,
get blessed Try to be a success
Please her, please him
Buy gifts, don't steal Don't lift
20 years of schooling And
they put you on The day shift
Lookout,kid
Theykeepitallhid
Betterjumpdownamanhole
Lightyourselfacandle
Don'twearsandals
Youcan'taffordthescandal
Ifyoudon'twannabeabum
Youbetterchewgum
The pump don't work 'Cause
the vandals Took the handle
GESSNER:Allright,
youdeadbeats.Listenup.
Today, we will take up where we left off
yesterday, repairing the drainage ditch.
This afternoon, we will
commence with fence repair.
So everybody make damn sure
you've got your heavy work gloves.
Bean,youwaitingon
apersonalinvite?
Wegotworktodo.
Getyourassoverhere.
Crane,fillup
thatcanteenonthedouble.
CorporalGessner,
mymainman.
Oop!
LAWRENCE: Soul Patrol
gonna let this BS get us down?
ALL:Nix,nein,hell,no.
- SOLDIER1:Dang.
- SOLDIER2:Anotherdeutschmark.
I'mtellingyou,
LBJgonnahavehisway.
ThatCivilRightsbill
don'tmeanshit,
- exceptwehaveto...
- BrotherAndrew.
- Who'sgotSweet?
- He'smine.
He's on chow.
LAWRENCE: I'm telling
you, it's gonna be 10 brothers
toeveryothernationality.
And when I say every other
nationality, we talkin' 'bout Anglos,
whiteAnglo-Saxon
ProtestantAmericans.
Wetalkin'aboutPuertoRicans,
MexicanAmericans,
ChineseAmericans.
I'm telling you, brother, they're
doing it, they're doing it now. Genocide.
They put the black man on welfare
and at the same time kiss him farewell.
BRYCE:Hecamesoftly,
unobserved,
andyet,strangetosay,
everyonerecognizedHim.
That might be one of the
best passages in the poem.
Imean,whythey
recognizedHim.
Thepeopleareirresistibly
drawntoHim,
they surround Him, they flock
about Him, and follow Him.
Hemovessilently
intheirmidst
withagentlesmile
ofinfinitecompassion.
Thesunofloveburns
inHisheart,
light, enlightenment, and
power shine from His eyes,
andtheirradiance,
shedonthepeople,
stirstheirhearts
withresponsivelove.
HeholdsoutHishands
tothem,blessesthem,
andahealingvirtue
comesfromcontactwithHim,
evenwithHisgarments.
Anoldmaninthecrowd,
blindfromchildhood,
criesout,
OLord,healme
andIshallseeThee...
Whatthehelldoyouthink
you'redoing,Bean?
Hey,takeiteasy.
I'mjustlookingaround.
Myass!I'vebeenlooking
alloverforyou!
- Why'dyourunoff?
- Ididn'trunoff.
- I just came to get a closer...
- This is off-limits, God damn it!
- You could've gotten yourself shot!
- Well, I didn't know that.
- IfiguredIcouldcomeup...
- Nevermind!
From now on, you don't blow your nose
or wipe your ass without asking permission!
Isthatclear?
- Yes.
- Okay,then,moveit!Moveit!
On the double! Move
it, move it! Come on!
That's a gig for leaving the
chow area without permission.
Andanothergig
forbeingoff-limits.
- Anythingelse?
- Anothergigfordisrespect.
Youknow,Ibetyou
Icouldfixthatthing.
That thing is no more of
your damn business, Bean.
We'll see about that.
LAWRENCE:I'mtellingy'all,
IloveCassiusMarcellusClay
asmuchasanyblackman,
butyougottowonder,
why,outtheclearbluesky,
thatthismanchange
hisnametoMuhammadAli
andembrace
theNationofIslam?
Is it because he's tryin' to dodge
the draft or maybe even for publicity?
I'm telling you, Allah is nothing to mess
around with, brother man. This I know.
- Brotherman?
- Yo,brotherman.
- Did you not love Malcolm X?
- I love El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz.
He'stheonewhotoldhim
tochangehisname,man.
- How you know?
- Well, hell, brother man. I can read.
Well,Icanwrite
mynamesometimes.
Did I tell y'all about this
dream I had the other night?
No, but I bet you're
gonna tell us about it.
Oh, bro, this was a woozy.
IdreamtIwokeup
andIwaswhite.
Get outta here.
That ain't no dream,
man. That's a nightmare.
Don'tIknowit,
brotherman?
Look,Ihad
thestrangesturge,
- I started clapping on one and three.
- [WHISTLE BLOWS]
- BRYCE:No.
- LAWRENCE:Yeah.
All right, you loafers.
Let's haul ass home.
[DOG BARKING]
BRYCE: What else happened?
LAWRENCE: Hey, man.
I got to listen to all kinds
of funny music, like,
Clarence, Clearwater Revival.
WEBB: Oh, shit.
- And "ThreeDogsintheNight."
- SOLDIER1:Oh,shit.
- [LAUGHING] - And eating
cream cheese and bagels.
Not to mention the fact I wanted to
chase around women with flat asses.
[GESSNERYELLS]
Un-assthevehicle!
All right, Gerald. Let's
see 'em, front and center.
- One-on-one.
- Youheardthesergeant.Doit.
- Hat clear, Sergeant.
- Hat clear, Compound Leader Stokes.
Verywell.
- Hatclear,Sergeant.
- Hatclear,Bryce.
- Hatclear,Sergeant.
- Hatclear,Webb.
- Hatclear,Sergeant.
- Hatclear,Lawrence.
Hatclear,Bean.
Your first full day here and you still
haven't learned a damn thing, son.
ButI'mnotworried
becauseifthere's
onethingIknowforsure,
it'sthatweall
choosesideseventually.
And believe me, they
know which side they're on.
You're the only dummkopf
here, son, but you will learn.
Andwhenyoudo,
you'llcomerunning.
[CANNONFIRES]
- Moveout,trooper.
- [BUGLEPLAYING]
GESSNER:Andsalute.
[CANNONFIRES]
- GigforBean.
- LAMAR:GigforBean.
Salutingthecolors.
Feed'em,Lamar.
CompoundLeaderStokes,
onyourcommand.
STOKES:Prisoners,rightface.
- Wasistlos?
- LAWRENCE:SoulPatrol.
- Oh, don't you know -
That's the sound of the men
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang...
Lamar,domeafavor.
AskOtisifIcanfix
thatwindmill.
- Willdo.
- Thankyou.
Don'tthankmeyet.
[HELICOPTERBLADESWHIRRING]
- [WATERRUNNING]
- [HUMMING]
[INDISTINCTSPEECH,LAUGHTER]
- WEBB:Youdealmein,man?
- LAWRENCE:Whatyouthink,
Iwassittin'overhere
playingsolitaire?
- WhatIget?
- HowthehelldoIknow?
- Do I look like a prestidigitator?
- Say what?
Youheardme.
Allright.
Hey, man. Did you take that
gold Zippo out of my locker?
Youhearsomebody
talkin',brother?
- Notme,man.
- Look,fella.
I'msorry,
Iforgotyourname.
I'm just curious if you
borrowed my lighter, that's all.
Fella?
Man,that'smightywhite
ofyou,man.
Don'tevenknowmyname
and here you are accusing
me of taking your property.
Look, you know, I'm not
accusing you of anything.
I'mjustcurious
ifyoutookit,andifso,
I'd like to have it back.
Well, I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
Look,Idon'twant
anytroublehere.
Ijustwantthelighter.
It'sveryspecialtome.
- You'restillhere?
- [SIGHS]
Well,whatamI
supposedtothink?
I see you walking away from my
goddamn footlocker over here coming out...
Yousonofabitch,
don'tyoucurseme,man.
Don'tyouever
talktomelikethat.
I'll drop you where you
stand, you understand me?
Just take it easy, all right?
And don't tell me to
take it easy, all right?
Youain'tshittome,
sodon'ttellmenothing.
Asamatteroffact,
- Ithinkyouowemeanapology.
- Oh,Ioweyouanapology?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.You'recrazy.
Oh,I'mcrazy,huh?
I'mcrazy?
Areyouallrightthere,Bean?
Bean,youallright?
- Yeah.
- Wasistlos,man?
Hey, man. Somebody gotta
put that white boy in his place.
- You had to put him in his place, huh?
- Yeah.
Why?
Well, he accused me
of taking something, man.
Something?Youwannatellme
whatthissomethingwas?
How'boutyou,Bean?
Bean!Shit!
[LAUGHSLOFTILY]
My,my,my.
Now we're even. Brother
Lawrence, a little assistance.
Majormistakethere,Bean.
- Let'sgo.
- PrivateWebb,PrivateBean,
youwillknockitoff
rightnow.
What's my name?
Spoon, let the record
show I tried to stop this.
What'smyname,fella?
Comeon,comeon.
- That'sit,man.
- Oh,man.
Allright.
Comeon,Bean.
Youcanfightagain
anotherday.Comeon.
[SIGHS]
Goddamn.
Howwegonna
explainthis,man?
Thatain'tmyproblem,brother.
You'llthinkofsomething.
Gethimcleanedup,Sweet.
Whatthehellishisname?
Allright,ladies.
Let'sfacethemusic.
Doit,doit.
Dressright,huh!
Ready,front.
- Morning,Sergeant.
- Morning,Gerald.
Takeyourpost,Lamar.
- Morning,gentlemen.
- ALL:Goodmorning,Sergeant.
Andhowdowefeel
thisfinesunnymorning?
ALL:Fine,Sergeant.
Gerald,Lamar,
Idon'tseemtorecognize
thisyoungtrooper.
Well,well,well.
And how do we like our new
roommates now, Mr. Bean?
- Ilikethemfine.
- "Ilikethemfine,Sergeant."
- That'sagig,Gerald.
- GigforBean.
From the looks of your face, I'd say
they don't like you much, that right?
- Iwouldn'tknow.
- "Iwouldn'tknow,Sergeant."
- Anothergig,Gerald.
- AnothergigforBean.
- Holdthatgig.
- Holdinggig.
[SOFTLY]
Iwarnedyou,didn'tI?
Nowyoutellmewhodidthis
andI'llseetheygetpunished.
Nobodydidthis.
Ihadanaccident.
- Bullshit.
- Islippedintheshower.
You'relyingtomyface,Bean.
Whyareyouprotecting
thesepeople?
You think they'd do the same for you?
You'd better look in the mirror, mister.
Iain'tprotectingnobody.
Closerank,singleline.
GESSNER:Ho!
Frontleading
restposition.
GESSNER:Ho!
MCKINNEY:Uncover.
Now then, I wanna tell you
people about your new roommate.
ThisMr.Beanhere's
arealsmartass.
Hethinkshe'sbetter
thantherestofus.One.
While all you colored boys been soldiering,
what do you think he's been doing?
Doggingit,that'swhat.
Deadheadingandplaying
thesickcallsoldier.Two.
Well,hewilllearn
nottodogitinhere
andyoupeople
willgruntandsweat
everylastdaywithhim
untilhedoeslearnit.
One.
Youknow,Mr.Bean,
you'reprotectingakiller,
anArticle121extortionist,
arapist,apunkthug,
andanarsonist.
Just thought you might want to
know something about this gang
ofcoloredboys
thatyou'resweating.
You like sweating your
buddies like this, Mr. Bean?
See there? Ol' Bryce and Crane are really
hurtin' 'cause you can't seem to get it.
Two.
You don't get it soon, all your
buddies are gonna be hurtin'.
We'rewaitin'
onyou,Mr.Bean.One.
Nobody gets up till
Mr. Bean here starts singing.
Next stop, we drop.
Nobody goes to chow until
Mr. Bean learns to say, "Sergeant."
- Nextstop,wedrop.
- Nextstop,wedrop.
Next stop, we drop.
Nobody goes anywhere
until Mr. Bean decides
tosoldieralong
withtherestofus.Two.
It'stoobadyoupeople
havetosufferlikethis.
If you're lucky, Mr. Bean
here might get squared away
inthenext88and1/2days,
- butthenhe'sasmartass.
- [GROANS]
Andlikeallsmartasses,
hehastolearnthehardway.
- It'sagigforBean.
- GigforBean.
MCKINNEY:
Disruptionofformation.
Onyourfeet!
Soyou'vechosen
ateamafterall,huh?
Well,I'vegotnews
foryou,mister.
Youchosethewrongone,
doyouhearme?
Youchosethewrongone.
Feed 'em, Lamar.
LAMAR: Compound Leader
Stokes, on your command.
STOKES:Prisoners,rightface.
Uncover.
God bless the United States Armed
Forces and all who serve in them.
- ALL:Amen.
- Seats.
Eat.
Youmayspeak
insubduedtones.
Mailcall.
Stokes.
[SOFTLY]
Nodiceonthewindmill.
Ifiguredthatwascoming.
GetthistoCommand
forme,wouldya?
- Goingrighttothetop,huh?
- Yeah,whynot?
Can you let me know as
soon as you get the word?
You got it.
Webb.
Thatisall.
WEBB:Myman.
BEAN:Hey,fella.
Igotwinners.
Good.Ready?
That'sit.
That'sanothertwodollars.
Put it on my tab.
Listen, I don't wanna
do this for nothing, man.
Sowhatyougottolose?
I'lltellyouwhat.
IfIwin,youhelpmefix
thewindmill.
WhatdoIget?
$10.
That'scool.
Shootforouts.
Oh,boy,
thisisgonnabefun.
Ready?
Yousure?
Yup.
- Two.
- LAWRENCE:Allright.
Uh-oh.Whiteboy
gotsomeface,Webb.
BRYCE:I'macallthat
oneluck,though.
LAWRENCE:
Callitwhatyouwant.
- Yeah, that's what I like.
- Way to take the white boy to the hoop.
Way to take the
white boy to the hoop.
STOKES:Let'sgo,let'sgo.
Playthegame.
Goodatthatgame,
BabyWebb.
- Oh,man.Didthatgoin?
- Ithinkhecametoplay.
- LAWRENCE:Lucky.
- BRYCE:Hetiredalready.
Come on, Webb. Whip it,
Webb. It's just a game, now.
- Allright.
- That'swhatI'mtalkin''bout.
- That'swhatI'mtalkin''bout.
- Yes,sir.
- That's the way to play ball, man.
- All right.
- BRYCE:Yourgame.
- Showusnow,Webb.
He got the height on ya. Don't
let him get underneath there.
BRYCE: I told you about that.
STOKES: Don't let
him get up on the boards.
- Hegottheminchesonyou.
- Mm-hmm.
LAWRENCE: Accidents do
happen. Don't let it happen again.
Man.
STOKES: Come on,
this should be a picnic.
BRYCE:Whiteboythrew
thatshotonyou.
- Takehimtothehoop.
- Comeon,comeon.
- Allright.
- Nofoulifyoufeelme.
STOKES:Comeon,Webb.
Stickhim,stickhim.
Yougottocontestit,
youknowwhatI'msaying?
Youhavetodo
betterthanthat.
STOKES:Youcan'trushin,
can'trushin.
- It'sontheway.
- Yes!
That'swhat
I'mtalkin''bout.
- LAWRENCE:It's7-4now.
- BRYCE:Comeon,comeon.
Stick him, stick him. What's
happenin', Webb? What's the problem?
- LAWRENCE: White boy shot the ball.
- BRYCE: Said you could handle
this dude.
STOKES: Supposed to be
your game, this is a white man.
- Waitaminute.I'mleaving.
- Allright.
I ain't even gonna watch. How you gonna
let this white boy play ball like this?
It'sablackman'sgame.
- That'smyBabyWebb.
- Allright,comeon.
STOKES:Yeah,see,
that'sallthattraining.
LAWRENCE: You gotta play it
easy. This boy can't play no ball.
BRYCE:Yougottomakehim
feelthatone.
- Yes.
- That's the way you got to ball.
STOKES:Don'tlethimgetup
underneaththeboardsnow.
- Nowthisisit.
- Yougotit?
- This is the game point, all right?
- Game point, man.
- Allright,comeon.
- Sweet,stopclapping.
WEBB:Imustsay,youain't
halfbadforawhiteboy,
but the next basket's gonna
cost you 10, right? Right?
- Oh, my ankle! Man, time out.
- No.
- STOKES:Getup,getup!
- BRYCE:Getyourassup.
Oh,man.
STOKES: Hey, you a
disgrace, boy. You know that?
Youadisgracetotherace.
Don'tevenhelphimup,Bean.
Don'thelphimup.
Leavehimalone.
Lethimgetuphimself.
Thepitifulnessofyourself.
LAWRENCE:Jive-ass.
Whuppedby
aone-eyedwhiteboy.
BRYCE:Lawrence,
ain'tyougotSweet?
Yo,brotherman,
he'sgotlatrineduty.
Yeah,well,
keepaneyeonhim.
Man,didIevertelly'all
aboutthetime
Imetthisfinefraulein
atthehofbrau?
HadmespendingDeutschmarks
outofbothpockets.
- That'ssomebullshit,man.
- No,man,forreal...
Build a wall today, they'll send
us to tear it down tomorrow.
Yeah,makes
nosenseatall
building that little mini Berlin
Wall in the middle of nowhere.
Hey,how'sthatankle,
Webb?
GESSNER:Youmayspeak
insubduedtones.
GivethistoSweet.
- Sweet.
- Andthatone,too.
Iseeyouain'tgivinghim
noneofyourwienerschnitzel.
STOKES:Nix,nein,hell,no.
Ididn'tknow
SweetwasCatholic.
LAWRENCE: I don't know
how anybody can eat this slop.
Ponthesejerseys
standsfor "pitiful."
LAMAR: Good news, Bean.
Permission granted on the windmill.
You only work during
chow time. That is all.
LAWRENCE: What's wrong with
you? I'm telling you, the black man...
WEBB:Idon'twanttohear
thisbullshitwhenIeat.
[OVERLAPPINGCHATTER]
-[MAN ON RADIO] This is the BBC World
Service... What'd you do, mug a colonel?
- Excuseme?
- Bean.
Neveraskaman
whathe'sdone.
Youaskhim
whathe'sconvictedof,
you ask him what he's accused
of, but never what he's done.
- I'msorry,Lawrence.
- No,it'scool,
and I appreciate that
assistance, Corporal Stokes.
But if curiosity has gotten
the better of you, Franklin,
andyoumustknow
whyI'mincarcerated,
I'vebeenaccusedofrape.
- Rape?
- Rape.
Buttakemyword
forit,Bean.
Iain'trapednobody.
Igotamama.
Story'ssimpleenough.
I'moutandaboutonenight
onanovernightpass.
Imeetsthisfraulein
inabarandshe'sintoxicated.
Wegohome,boom-boom,
wakeupthenextmorning,
she'snolongerinebriated,
herhusbandwalksin,
andI'marapist.
I have made some
mistakes in my day, but...
Yeah, last one was when
you boom-boomed that fraulein.
That did cross my mind, brother man,
but I want you to know it is not a mistake.
Nowifyouthink,
justthinkforoneminute,
how many people are employed by or
connected with Department of Corrections
andthat'shalfthepeople
intheUnitedStates.
Believeyoume,
weliveinasociety
thathasaneedforacriminal,
soitcreatesone.
And just who do you think the
prime candidates for that are?
- Think about it, Bean, think about it.
- Excuse me. I'm sorry.
I don't know, but I'm
gonna go shine my boots.
Mm-hmm.
Whiteboyshiningshoes.
Thatisanovelty.
Imustseethat.
Iwanty'alltokeepinmind
thateverydoghashisday
andgooddogshavetwo.
Loandbehold,
iftheCreatorhadmade
anythingbetter,
Hewouldhave
keptitforHimself.
WEBB: What do you wanna
mess with this old thing for anyway?
- Because I know what I'm doing.
- How's that?
Ihelpedmydadfixone
whenIwasakid.
Sowhatdoyouthink?
I think we should've played two
out of three, but that's cool, man.
Adeal'sadeal.
Sowhatdoyou
wantmetodo?
Ithoughtyou'dneverask.
Followme.
That'sit,that'sit.
Easy.Don't... don'tlookdown.
- Oh-hh...
- Yougotit.
- Oh,shit.
- Okay.
- You're not afraid of heights, are you?
- No, man. It's my ankle.
- It'sjustactingupagain.
- Okay,here'sthedeal.
- This is the pump shaft.
- [MAN ON RADIO] This is AFN Frankfurt.
- We've got news of the next five...
- So how'd you manage
thatArticle121?
...BaseTransportationOffice
remindsallofitslisteners...
Excuseme,Corporal.
I mean, how did those bastards
manage to convict you on a 121?
Youmyfriend,man?
Yeah.
Doyouwannastay
myfriend?
Forsure.
Thenyoudon'twannaknow.
[MAN ON RADIO] Here's a news
bulletin that just came from our newsroom
hereatAFN.
We'retoldthatseveral...
...soifyou'refrom
Missouri,SouthDakota,
Illinois,orNewMexico,
makesureandgetdown
toseeyourvotingofficer...
BRYCE:
Welcometotheghetto,slim.
Thanks.
Theregoestheneighborhood.
[ALLCHUCKLE]
Well,didn'theget
mylastletter?
Iwroteandtoldhim
I'dbecallingonmybirthday.
Sayagain?
Yeah,Iknowheis,
butcouldn'thewait
anotherfiveminutes,
forChrist'ssake?
How often does he get a
chance to talk to his dad?
[METAL CLATTERING]
Sayagain?
Hangonasecond,Edith.
Ican'thearaword
you'resaying.
Hey,excuseme,Corporal.
I'm trying to talk long
distance here, do you mind?
Thankyou.
Yeah,goon,Edith.
Yeah,Iknowthat
andmaybeyourbest
justain'tgoodenough,kid.
Youknowdamnwell
whatImean.
No,no,
youlistentome.
You're supposed to be teaching that
kid some respect and some discipline.
Ifyour "best"
wasworthashit,
maybeoursonJohn
wouldbetheretalkingtome
onthisgoddamnphone
instead of me having to
argue with your sorry ass again.
[RECEIVERBANGS]
[MUSICPLAYING]
- Rack'emup,Cecil.
- Allright.
Givemeadouble
onthedouble,Corporal.
Let's play eight ball,
a dollar a ball, Ceece.
You're on.
Thankyou,sir.
Dothatagain
withabeerchaser.
- Youwantabeer,Ceece?
- Thanks,Otis.
- Makethattwobeers.
- ShouldIrunatab,Sergeant?
- Yeah,puteverythingonmine.
- Done.
- Thankyou.
- You'rewelcome.
- Didyougetthrough?
- Yeah,Igotthroughallright.
- Thereyougo.
- How'sJohn?
He'sfine.
Let'sgo.
BRYCE:Hescareyou?
BEAN:Sometimes.
Yeah,me,too,sometimes.
McKinney'sthekindofguy
whoonlyfeelsgood
whenhemakesyoufeelbad.
That'sthekindofguyIkilled.
Soyoureallydid
killaKraut.
[SPEAKINGSOFTLY]
Jawohl,sir.
Hepulledagunonme.
Andtherewasthese...
thesetwoMPsthatlied
andsaidthegunwasmine.
Sowhat'sgonnahappennow?
Well,I'monappeal...
butIexpectwhenthat'sover,
they'lltakemeupto
Crailsheimandhangme.
Night,slim.
Goodnight,Spoon.
Ah!Youscratchedagain.
Didyouseethat,Corporal?
Didn'thescratch?
I'msorry.
Iwasn'twatching,Sarge.
- Thereyougo,oldbuddy.
- Idon'twantyourmoney.
Man,youwonitfairandsquare.
Let'splayanotherone,
doubleornothing.
No,I'mrunningoutofsteam.
Let'scallitanight.
Hell,no,I'mjustgetting
warmedup.Comeon,Cecil.
Rack'emup.
Onelastgame.
Giveusabeer,Corporal.
Sorry, Sarge. They
ain't allowed after hours.
Cut the shit and give
me a beer, Corporal.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Youwantanotherbeer,Ceece?
- No more.
- Eh, come on. Have another beer with me.
- Ihadenough.
- Oh,bullshit.
- Hereyouare,sir.
- Thankyou.You'reagoodboy.
- Steady.
- [LAUGHS]
Damnnearlostitthere
foraminute.
Allright,oldbuddy.
I'ma mow 'em down like a
row of gooks in a rice paddy.
Herewego.
Two...three.
[MCKINNEYBLOWSRASPBERRY]
Didyouseeanything
gointhere,Corporal?
Can'tsayasIdid,Sarge.
MCKINNEY:Didanythinggoin?
- No.
- You'resure?
You bastards. I gotta
keep my eye on both of you.
[CHUCKLES]
[POOLBALLSCLATTER]
It'syourshot,Otis.
You'redamnrightitis.
[CLATTERS]
Why'dyouhavetogivehim
thatlastbeer,asshole?
Rottenlittlesonofabitch!
[YELLS] Bean, we're gonna
have it out, you and me!
Rightnow,son!
Come on out here, Bean! I'll
show you the kind of man I am!
Comeouthereonthedouble
beforeIteardown
thisgoddamnfence
anddragyourassouthere!
Comeouthererightnow,
goddamnyou!
Comeouthere,
youlittlesonofabitch!
It'sme!
OtisMcKinney!
- Youhearme,goddamnit?
- Sarge,what'sgoingon?
Yousneakybastard,Lamar.
Youstaythehellouttathis.
It'sbetweenBeanandme.
Iwantthatboyouthere
frontandcenter
- onthedouble,youhearme?
- YouknowIcan'tallowthat.
Yousidingwithhim,
thatit,Lamar?
No,I'mnotsidingwithanybody.
I'mjustdoingmyjob.
Job,myass.
Bean,yousonofabitch!
Fallouthereonthedouble,
that'sanorder.
- Do you hear me?
- CECIL: What the hell's going on?
- Doyouhearme?
- Whoyouyellingat?
FranklinFairchildBean,
that'swho!
- Bean!
- Gethisassouttahere!
I'll get him outta here,
don't worry about it.
It's between you and me!
I want a fair fight, just you
and me, and I want it now!
You hear me?
Come on, you're
drunk! Let's get outta here!
Come on!
Stokes! Compound Leader
Stokes, you son of a bitch!
- [SHOE BANGS]
- You send
that white boy
out here right now
or I'm gonna make big trouble for
you and the rest of them Negroes.
- Help me over this goddamn fence.
- Get down from there, you jerk.
- You'regonnahurtyourself!
- I'mwarningyou!
If you go over that gate, I'm gonna
have to place you under arrest.
Shutup,Lamar,
beforeIwhupyourass,too.
Sergeant.
Gerald, go and get the
goddamn key for this gate
- onthedouble.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Gerald, he's drunk. I'll handle him.
- Bean!
You little son of a bitch!
Sergeant McKinney,
this is your final warning!
Do you hear me?
If you do not cease and
desist and vacate these premises
pronto,I'mgonnahave
toarrestyourass!
- Youchickenshit,Lamar!
- Un-assthegate!
Oh,Christ,
I'mgonnathrowup.
Give me a hand, Cecil,
before I throw up on everybody.
Let'sgo!That'sit.
Thanks,Lamar.
MCKINNEY:Cecil,waitasecond,
oldbuddy.
Put me down. You better
put me down for a minute.
Goodnight,Sergeant.
- Happybirthday.
- [MCKINNEYRETCHING]
Dropitdown.
Iknowdamnwell
yousawthatscenelastnight.
- Yeah,so?
- SoI'masking,
woulditkillyoutobend
alittle,forChrist'ssake?
- Whatdoyougottolose?
- Alot.
- Holdittight,Webb.
- WEBB:It'stight.
- You'rereallypushinghim,man.
- Iain'tpushinganybody!
I'mjustnotbackingoff!
Youwannaholdthis,Sweet?
- I'mcomingbackup.
- WEBB:Great.
[DOGBARKING]
[RATTLING]
- Fallin!
- One,two,double.
Soundofthemen...
Getback.
Workingonthechain...
Onemore.
Gang...
Right,left,right,
left,right,left.
Right,left,settledown.
CorporalGessner,
mymainman.Whoo!
Thankyou.
[GRUNTING]
One one-thousand, two
one-thousand, three one-thousand.
- Gethim,Sweet!
- [YELLING]
- [WHISTLEBLOWS]
- Stokes,youasshole.
Left,right,left,
right,left,right.
Let'ssayit.Boy,thisboy's
gotsomehands,don'the?
That'sthesound...
kickitout.
- Ofthechain...
- Waitaminute.
GigforBean.
- FourgigsforCrane.
- [WHISTLEBLOWS]
- Hey,whatyougot?
- Left,right,left,right.
GigforWebb.
[INDISTINCTSHOUTING]
Gig for Bryce.
Whoa, I did that
backwards. Wait a minute.
- Okay,youconfusingme.
- GigforLawrence.
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Getback.
[CANNONFIRES]
Hey,man.Guesswhat.
Igotsomebignews.
Ouroutfitisjoining
the105thAirborne
- inVietnamnextmonth.
- Noshit.
Noshit.
Theorderscameinlastnight.
Thewholecamp
istalkingaboutit.
- I wonder what they're gonna do with me.
- I don't know.
You'll probably just have to catch
up with us when you get outta here.
Yeah.I'mthrilled.
- Youlookdifferent,Bean.
- Whatdoyoumean?
Idon'tknow.
Youjustlookdifferent.
- Good different, bad different, what?
- It's very good.
- Igottago.
- What'syourhurry,oldbuddy?
It'sSunday.
- Churchservice.
- Whatareyoudoingthatfor?
- Vietnamwhat'sfor,asshole.
- Oh,Isee.
In case you haven't heard,
there's a war going on over there
involvingtheUSArmy
ofwhichyouareamember.
Igetthepoint.
[SOLDIERSSINGING]
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
Andwe'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
SWEET:
Wecanunderstandit
- ALL:We'llunderstandit
- SWEET:Somuchbetter
- Better by and by -
Oh, I know we'll understand it
We'llunderstandit
- Betterbyandby
- Wewillunderstandit
- We'll understand it -
All the pain All the suffering
- Better by and by - Oh, I
know, I know we'll understand it
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
AlmightyGod
Givemejust
Alittlemoretime
Torightallthewrong
ThatIhavedone
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney...
Prisoner,halt.
Leftface.
Forward,march.
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
BringPrivateBean
uptomyofficeat1300.
Yes,Sergeant.
- Oh,myball.Ourball.
- Nopoint.
[OVERLAPPINGCHATTER]
Hey,man.
Whyyoupushingonme?
- Comeon.
- Shootthemoon.
WEBB:Twopoints.
"Sitdown,son.
Havesomechocolates."
"Atease,Private.
Helpyourselftosomecandy."
- [FOOTSTEPS]
- [KNOCKSONDOOR]
Comein.
- PrivateBeanreporting.
- Atease,Private.
- Come back in 10 minutes, Gerald.
- Yes, Sergeant.
- Sit down, Private.
- I'd rather stand if it's all the same.
Suityourself.
Nowlookyhere.
We got off on the
wrong foot, you and me,
so I figured if maybe we could
get a few things straightened out,
we might not have any more
problems. How'd that be?
- Sounds fine.
- Very good. I'm glad to hear you say that.
Wouldyoulike
somechocolates?
- No, thanks.
- Oh, come on. Don't be shy. Help yourself.
- No, I really don't want any, thanks.
- Oh, come on.
Allkidslikechocolate.
It'sgreatforenergy.
Yeah,butbad
foryourteeth.
Maybeyou'reright.
Irealizefromyourtrialrecord
thatyourfatherdied
recently,isthatright?
- Yes,hedid.
- I'mverysorrytohearthat.
SowasI.
I also hear your outfit's going
over to Vietnam next month.
- SoIhear.
- How'boutthat?
Jeez,I'dgiveanything
togotoVietnam.
Isawalotofaction
inKorea,didyouknowthat?
Now, of course, because of my
age, I'm classified unfit for combat.
Canyouimaginethat?
Bastards.
Sohow'stheworkcoming
onthewindmill?
- It's kinda slow, but we're getting there.
- Good, I'm glad to hear it.
Although,
Iwantyoutoknow,
I was mighty pissed off at you,
son, when you went over my head
and got permission from the
colonel himself to fix that old rig,
whichbringsustothepoint.
Youarefightingme,Bean.
Everydayineveryway.
My God, your attitude's even worse
now than it was when you first came here
andwhatIwannaknowiswhy.
Justevenanddirect.
Son,justtellmewhy,please.
Becauseyou'reonme
allthetime.
Isee,andwhy
doyouthinkthatis?
- Beatsme.
- Well,I'mgonnatellya.
Because I think I got a right
to expect more from you.
No, you don't. I'm no
different from those guys.
Meandthem,
we'rethesame.
Idon'tliketheway
youtreatthem,either.
[SCOFFS]Comeon.
Youmisinterpretdiscipline
forroughtreatment,son.
Not a goddamn one of those bums
in there for less than a capital crime.
Asformybeing "onyou,"
how do you think you'd feel if
you worked hard all of your life
to be something only to
have some young punk kid,
don't know shit from Shinola, tell
you he don't think you're worth much?
How do you think
you'd feel about that, huh?
I never said that.
Oh,thereyougo.See,
you'refightingmeagain.
Goddamn it, can't you see I'm
trying to get together with you?
I got a son damn near your age.
You didn't know that, did you?
No.
There you go. See, we got
more in common than you think.
We oughtn't be fighting each
other, we should be friends.
- Ican't.
- Sayagain?
- I can't be your friend.
- Aren't I as good as your colored buddies?
You're a bully and I hate
everything you stand for.
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
Escort this prisoner back to the
compound before I throw him out the window.
Dismissed.
GESSNER:Moveit,Bean.
[MUTTERS]
Sonofabitch.
- I heard that. We want food, man.
- Here we go, coming after you.
- Eight times, I make that eight.
- Shit, not bad.
- BRYCE: Oh, no!
- Fall in on the windmill on the double!
GESSNER: Hey, come on,
come on. Do it, do it, do it!
- Double time! Get your black asses moving!
- STOKES: I'm doing it.
Comeon,y'all.
Let'sdoit,let'sdoit.
Wedoingit,Gerald.
Seemedoingit?
[INDISTINCTCONVERSATION]
Allright,people.
Listenup!
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- GigforPrivateLawrence.
- GigforLawrence.
Get that frizzy Aunt Jemima
tablecloth off your head, soldier.
"Adirective,CampBarenfeld's
WorkFarm17,August,1965.
Gentlemen,
youareherebyordered
to cease and desist from
any further effort whatsoever
toreengage
windmachinerignumber35
withanywatersource
forirrigationpurposes.
Signed,ColonelJonathanDavis,
USArmyCorpsofEngineers,
WestGermanCommand."
Forclarification,
thisrigisofficiallyknown
aswindmachinerignumber35
anditis,onceagain,
completelyoff-limits.
- Lamar!
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Posttheorder.Gerald!
- Yes,Sergeant.
Get these bastards back doing what
they're supposed to be doing on the double!
Yes,Sergeant.
Okay,youheardthesergeant.
Fallintoformationrightnow.
Webb,getyourass
downfromthere.
Crane,getdownhere.
Getyourassdownhere.
Bean,Bean,we'reallwaiting
onyou.Comeon!
Hey,slim.
Youokay?
BEAN:I'mallright.
BRYCE:Don'tlethim
getyoudown,son.
Wherethehelldoyouthink
you'regoing,Bean?
I'mwarningyou,
thatrigisoff-limits.
Getbackoverhererightnow!
Webb,getbackoverhere!
I'm warning you! I'll gig
you for this, goddamn it!
- I'll gig your black ass forever for this!
- You do that, Gerald.
Stokes,that's
USGovernmentproperty!
Givemethatback!
Bryce,getbackoverhere!
That'sagigforBryce!
GigforLawrence!
Goddamnit,
getbackoverhere!
Oh, no, you don't, you fat
ass! You're not going anywhere!
Letmego!
Letmego!
That's a gig! That's a
major gig, you son of a bitch!
- Tight?
- Tight.
- Stand by to release the vane.
- Standing by to release the vane.
STOKES:Standingbytorelease
thevane.
Onyourcommand,
PrivateBean.
- Releasethevane.
- Releasethevane.
- Releasethevane.
- STOKES:Releasingthevane.
- STOKES:Thevaneisreleased.
- Thevaneisreleased.
Thevaneisreleased.
[PLANKCLATTERS]
[SCREECHING]
[LAUGHING]
BEAN:It'smoving.
She'smoving.
[CHEERING]
Whoo!
WEBB:Allright!
Whoo!
Wedidit!
Wedidit!
Yes,thewonderfulness
ofyourself,andyourself.
CorporalGessner.
Allright,Corporal,yes,sir.
BRYCE:
Whatdoyouthink,man?
Windmachinerignumber35
isofficiallyfunctional.
...Comedian.
Yeah,checkitout.
[SOLDIERSCHEERING,WHOOPING]
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
[WHISTLEBLOWING]
Thisisanemergencydrill.
[WHISTLEBLOWING]
We'llfreezetodeath
outinourskivvies...
Grab your boots and move your
black asses out that door now!
- Youheardtheman.Move!
- Quickly.
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
Ten-hut!
MCKINNEY:
Goodevening,gentlemen.
Isaidgoodevening,gentlemen.
ALL:Goodevening,Sergeant.
Congratulations
onyourpreparedness.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Thankyou,Sergeant.
We will continue with this
emergency drill as scheduled,
butfirst,
there are a few disciplinary
concerns which must be addressed.
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
Agigtoeveryman
notinuniform.
- Gerald,didyourecordthat?
- No.
- What?
- Yes.
Imean,I'vegotitdown,
Sergeant.
What's the hell's wrong with
you, son? You with me or not?
Yes, Sergeant. I'm with
you all the way, Sergeant.
Lookatyoursorryass.
That's a gig for being out of
uniform yourself, you asshole.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- You'readisgrace.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Getbehindthewheel
of that deuce-and-a-half on
the double, you shit for brains!
Yes,Sergeant.
MCKINNEY: Fall in on
the truck on the double!
Andmoveit,
moveit,moveit!
Crane,getyourfatass
upthere!Move!
Stokes!
Movethegoddamntruck!
Fallinonthedouble!
Moveit,moveit,moveit!
- Quickly,quickly!
- [THUNDERRUMBLING]
- Gerald!
- Yes,Sergeant.
Takethetruckbacktocamp.
Reporttoyourquarters.
Oh,shit.We'reintroublenow.
- Sayagain,Sergeant.
- Areyoudeaf,Corporal?
I said take the truck back to
camp. Report to your quarters.
Ibegyourpardon,Sergeant,
buthowareyouandthemen
gonnagetbacktothecamp
withoutthetruck?
- [GROANS]
- Don'tyoueverquestion
- my orders, you snot-faced brown-nose.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING]
I will not tolerate insubordination
from anyone in my command.
Nowgetyourassmoving!
Prisoners,ten-hut.
Leftface.
Forward,march.
Left,left,left,right,left.
Left,left,left,right,left.
STOKES:Left,left,
left,right,left.
Left,left,left,right,left.
Youpeoplecan't
marchworthashit!
I never met one of your people
that could march worth a shit.
- STOKES:Left,right,left.
- Iwannaseethatshuffle.
- Youhearme,Stokes?
- Yes,Sergeant.
Iwannaseethat
fancyniggershuffle
- andIwannaseeitnow.
- Yes,Sergeant.
SoulPatrol.
Getback.
Left,left,left.
[INDISTINCT]
[SOLDIERSGROANING]
Left.
Stepitout,stepitout.
STOKES:Quicktime,march.
Left,right,left,right.
- Moveout,moveout.
- Prisoners,totherear.
March!
Left, left.
Tried to pull a fast one
on the old Sarge, huh?
ThinkIdon'tknow
whatyou'reupto?
Halt!
Sneakybastards.
Well, now I've got a little
game of my own for you,
solistenup,people.
I'mnotgonnarepeattherules.
Fallout!
Nowhere'sthedeal.
Lots of talk these days about
the Negroes getting their freedom.
Well, gentlemen, now's your
big chance to make a break for it.
I'm gonna throw this clip over my shoulder,
I'm not even going to watch where it lands.
Thereyougo.
Seethat?
Sowho'sitgonnabe?
Comeon,youchickenshits.
Inevermetanigger
couldn'trunlikearabbit.
Whataboutyou,Bean?
Haven'theardaword
outtayouallnight,son.
Whatdoyougottosay
foryourself?
- Notmuch.
- Sayagain,Private?
[CLEARSTHROAT]
Isaynotmuch,Sergeant.
Oh,ho,ho,
sonowit'sSergeant.
How 'bout that? Front and
center, Bean, on the double.
So it appears that we may be
back where we started, huh?
Itappearsso,Sergeant.
Sowheredidwe
gowrong,son?
Sayagain,Sergeant?
Ireallywannaknow
wherewewentwrong,John.
I really don't know what
you're talking about, Sergeant.
Thehellyoudon't.
Sowhatgooditdoya
tofixthatoldrig?
- It hasn't stopped raining since.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
- Takecover.
- Hitthedeck!
BEAN:Sweetbread!
Goddamnit!
Wasistlos,man?
Hefoundtheclip.
Look,Sergeant.
Sweetbread...
PrivateCranewandersoff
allthetimeouthere.
He'snottryingtoescape.
Hedoesn'tknowwhathe'sdoing.
- Please, don't shoot him, Sergeant.
- Help.
Sweetbread!
SOLDIER:RobertCrane,
un-asstherig!
- BEAN:Spoon,getdown!
- Shit.
Getthatsonofabitch!
He'sreallytrying
tokillyou,Sweet!
- STOKES:Bean!
- Jesus.
BEAN:Oh,God.
Somebodyfuckinghelphim!
Oh,God!
Sweet.
Myman.
BRYCE:Rightintheface!
MyGod.
[BRYCESOBBING]
Sweet...!
Comeon,man.Comeon.
[SCREAMS]
LAMAR:Lookslike
you'reouttahere,Bean.
TheCOcommutedyoursentence.
MAN:Comeon,guys.
Let'sgo.
[INDISTINCTCHATTERING]
PROSECUTOR:Iaskyouagain.
DidMasterSergeantMcKinney
sayanythingatall
to the departing prisoner Private
Crane during that critical moment?
No,sir,hedidnot.
ButIsayagainfortherecord...
Thank you, soldier. No
further questions, Your Honor.
Very well. You may step
down, Corporal Stokes.
Gothimonthegallows,Bean.
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: You said
yourself that Master Sergeant McKinney
rarelycametotheworkfarm,
isn'tthatso?
Yes, sir.
Therefore he wouldn't have
known about Private Crane's
unusualbehavior
ofconstantlywanderingoff
andhecould'veassumed
that Private Crane was in fact
escaping, now, isn't that so?
No, sir.
Now, why are you so
certain of that, Private Bean?
Becauseifhethought
hewasescaping,
thenwhydidn'the
givehimawarning?
Whyindeed?
Let's,eh...Let'sexamine
thatpointforamoment,
youandI,PrivateBean.
Youtestifiedthat
MasterSergeantMcKinney
gavenoverbalwarning
ofanykind
before he fired the
first shot, is that correct?
Yes, sir, that is correct.
ButIsubmittoyou
thathedid,infact,
- saysomething.
- No,sir.
Somethingofextremeimportance
atthatcriticalmoment.
Somethingthatyou,
infact,didhear.
Isn'tthatso,PrivateBean?
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
Help.
Maybehe...
TellColonelClark,please,
justexactlywhatitwas
thatMasterSergeantMcKinney
said
beforehefiredthefirstshot.
STOKES:
Gothimonthegallows,Bean.
Gothimonthegallows.
Hesaid... hesaid, "Help."
Wouldyoukindly
speakup,PrivateBean?
- We... wecannothearyou.
- [CLEARSTHROAT]
Isaid...
Hesaid, "Help."
- Hesaid, "Help"?
- Yes,sir,buthesaidit...
- Hesaid, "Help."
- Yes,sir,hedid.
"Help",beforehefired
anyshot.
Yes,sir,hedid,butnot
thewayyou'remakingitsound.
He... Hewassortof
talkingtohimself.
So... So,PrivateBean,
thenyoumusthavebeen
rightnexttoSergeantMcKinney
whenhesaid, "Help."
Oh, no. No, sir, I was... I
was at least 30 feet away.
Ah,youwerethen
30feetaway
andyouheardhimyell, "Help."
Hedidn'tyellit,
hejustsaidit.
At30feet,Private,
it'scalledayell.
Colonel Clark, it is obvious
that Master Sergeant McKinney
found himself alone and isolated
in a desperate, dangerous situation.
Hediscoversaprisoner
whoisoff-limits.
Hecallsforhelp
fromthefiveotherprisoners.
Heiscompletelyignored.
Hethenfires
sevenwarningshots.
Theprisonerfailstohalt.
He'sleftwithnoalternative.
STOKES:Prisoners,ten-hut.
Lookingmightywhite
today,slim.
Looks like McKinney's gonna get himself
another combat ribbon for killing Sweet.
I'msorry,man.
Hey,Ihadtotellthetruth.
Itwaspartlymyfault.
Ipushedit.
SOLDIER: Move it!
I should've known
he'd do something crazy.
Ikeptpushingit.
I'msorry!
Hearme?I'msorry!
Sorry!
Don'tfeelbad,son.
Youhadnochoice
buttotellthetruth.
Otherwise,youwould've
committedperjury.
Andjustwhatisperjury?
- Iknowhowyoufeel,Private.
- No,youdon't,Captain.
Hey, man. I'm sorry. They
don't wanna see you or anyone.
ButI'mgoingtoVietnam
thedayaftertomorrow.
Itoldthemthat,too.
Nodice.
Allright.
Canyougivethem
thisstuffforme
andjusttell'em
Isaidgoodbye?
Willdo.
TellStokesIgothisbread.
Seeya,man.
[BALLBOUNCING]
Thomas,wegotasoldier
toseeSergeantMcKinney.
- Roger, Jose.
- You can pick this up on your way out.
[FAINTLY]Okay.
[TAPPINGONDOOR]
Excuseme,Sergeant.
Youhaveavisitor.
PrivateBeanhere
toseeyou.
I'llberightoutside.
[TAPS]
STOKES:
Left,right,left,right.
Left,right,left,
right,left,right.
Prisoners,halt!
- [BUGLEPLAYING]
- Half-left,face.
Andsalute.
[CANNONFIRES]
Half-rightface.
STOKES:Left,left,
left,right,left.
SOLDIERS:
Left,right,left,right.
STOKES:Columnright.
March.
- Hey,nohardfeelings,Bean.
- Meeither,man.
- Goodluckin'Nam.
- Thanks,Gerald.
- Watchyourselfoverthere.
- Iwill.
- Wasistlos?
- SoulPatrol.
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow...
Hey,fella.
Youforgotsomething.
Allintime,man.
Hey,don'tsweatthe'Nam.
Justgetwiththebrothers
andthey'lllookafteryourass.
Anddon'tletnobody
takenothingfromyou.
Allright.
Becool,Bean.
You,too,Webb.
Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow
That'sthesoundofthemen
Workingonthechain
Gang
- Threestepstotherear.
- Ooh,ahh
- Oh, don't you know -
That's the sound of the men
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow
That'sthesoundofthemen
- Workingonthechain
- OneP.
- ForSweet.
- Gang
- Comeonnow.
- Ooh,ahh
- Private Bean, fall in on the cadence.
- Ooh, ahh
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Oh, don't you know -
That's the sound of the men
- Workingonthechain
- OnePforSweet.
- Gang
- Comeon.
- Ooh,ahh
- Twotimestotherear.
- Ooh,ahh
- Oh,don'tyouknow
- That's the sound
of the men - Get back.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow
That'sthesound
ofthemen...
Lord,youknow
ThatI'vebeenbad
Sothere'snouse
Inlyingtomyself
HeavenlyFather
Pleaseforgiveme
Ireallydon'twant
Todestroymyself
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
Lord,sometimes
IfeellikeSamson
Youknowtheworld
HassomanyDelilahs
AlmightyGod
Givemejust
Alittlemoretime
Torightallthewrong
ThatIhavedone
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
Andwe'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
Andbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
Andwe'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
[INSTRUMENTALMUSICPLAYING]
Mama.
[CHILDWHIMPERING]
[CRICKETSCHIRPING]
- Hi,Mr.Vito.
- Hello,Franklin.
- Thanksforcoming.
- It'sallright,son.
Thatalltheluggage
youbroughtwithyou?
Yes,sir.Igottaheadback
toGermanytonight.
Well,thankGod
youmadeitontime.
Isureamsorry
aboutyourdad,Son.
Hewentsofast.
- I'mstillinshock.
- [BEANSIGHS]
MAN:Hewasdoingrealgood.
Hismotherpassedaway.
Wehadtomoveintotown.
Ijusthatetoseehimgiveup
onhisschoolingnow.
Well, believe me, he's a very
bright young man, Mr. Bean.
Hejustdoesn'thave
anydiscipline
and the military is just the tonic
the doctor ordered in Franklin's case.
I know it's a rough decision for
you, but if it's any consolation,
I have been down this road
100 times with boys like Franklin
andI'veneverbeen
wrongonce.
[CHURCHBELLTOLLING]
[SNIFFLES]
[SOBBING]
I'msorry,Dad.
I'msosorry.
Iloveyou.
There'saland
Thatisfairerthanday
Andbyfaith
Wecanseeitafar
FortheFather
Waitsovertheway
Toprepareus
Adwellingplacethere
Inthesweet
Byandby
Weshallmeet
Onthatbeautifulshore
Inthesweet
Byandby
Weshallmeet
Onthatbeautifulshore
Weshallsing
Onthatbeautifulshore
Themelodioussongs
Oftheblessed...
Doesanyone
wantanythingsaid?
Inthesweet
Byandby
Weshallmeet
Onthatbeautifulshore
Inthesweet
Byandby...
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
Eightball.
Iwannatrytheeightballs.
- Wonderful.
- Iwanttwoofthem.
Whynot?
Butthistime,
Iwantthemonmyhands.
- [THUNDERRUMBLING]
- What?
Iwantoneeightball
oneachhand.
Whyyounoput
onyournose?
Iain'tjoking,Senora.
Iwantthemonmyhands.
No,it'snotpossible.
Onthearms,yes.
Onthehands,no.
TheArmynoallow
onthehands.
Thisisvery
importanttome.
Whatdoyousay?
IfIdo,
youmustnevertell.
Iwon't.
I... Ipromise.
No,thepromise.
SweartotheHolyMother.
Iswearon
myfather'sgrave.
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
[ROCK'N'ROLLMUSICPLAYING]
[INDISTINCTCHATTERING]
Hey,shitforbrains.
Guesswho?
- Damned if I know.
- Your voice is changing, old buddy.
NotsinceIwas15,
itain't.
I'msorry.
- I'mverysorry.
- It'sokay.
Whoa,whoa.
Becareful.
Hey,buddy.
Youbettersitdown,man.
- Youdon'tlooksogood.
- Yeah?
Shit can fall and I can
walk a tightrope blindfolded.
Okay, okay, take it easy.
Igottattoosacross
thelinewheretheyshow.
- Sinclair? You better come with us.
- Look at me!
Igotthemwheretheyshow!
Igottattooswheretheyshow!
I'mtakingitback,Dad!
Youhearme?
I'mtakingitallback!
I'mouttahere!
I'mafreeman!
I'mafreeman
fromnowon!
I'mafreeman!
[WOMANSCREAMING]
Sinclair,
callanambulance.
[GLASSCLATTERING]
[BUGLEPLAYING "REVEILLE"]
Left,left,
left,right,hut.
MAN: When I read the report, I
thought you were gonna be scarred for life
ifyoulived.
BEAN: Nah, just a slight concussion
and a few stitches. You can't even see 'em.
- So how'd you make out at the hearing?
- I don't know yet,
butIdon'tgiveashit.
I'mrequestinga208.
- I'mthroughwiththeArmy.
- A208?
That'seasiersaid
thandone,pal.
- Hitme.
- Well,Iain'tworried.
Imean,whatthehellelse
aretheygonnadowithme?
Hey,man.It'sUSArmy,
youneverknow.
- I'mbusted.
- Whatelseisnew?
- YouBean?
- Yes,sir.
I'mCaptainRamonGarcia.
Irepresentedyou
atthepreliminaryinvestigation
forthesummarycourt.
Wouldyouexcuseus,
Private?
Oh,yes,sir.
I'llseeyouinawhile.
Right,Sam.
- Sohowdidwedo?
- Notbad.
- Howyoufeeling?
- Notbad.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay.
BeanFranklin.F.
What'sthe "F" standfor?
- Fairchild.
- Hmm,soundsblueblood.
Okay,son,
thisistheverybestdeal
you're gonna see under the
circumstances, believe me.
Youget100dayseven.
Ten days' credit for sick time
leaves 90 days in the stockade.
Youloseyourseniority
andhalfyourpay
andyoupay
forthewindow,ofcourse.
You refrain from the use of
alcohol for the period of one year
andthetattoos
mustberemoved
within30daysofyourrelease
fromthestockade.
Well,that'seasier
saidthandone.
Whataremyoptions?
Youcouldtakeyourchances
withacourt-martial.
Domaybethreeyears
withadishonorabledischarge,
butyougettokeep
thetattoos.
Threeyears?
Son,neverhitanMP.
Idon'tevenremember
seeinganMP.
Hmm.
I don't remember
anything, for Christ's sake.
Yeah,well,thatis
totheiradvantage,isn'tit?
Whatabouta208?
- Awhat?
- A208.
- Whatfor?
- Iwantout.
No,youdon't.
Look,son.
Dothe90days.
Thestockade's
notallthatbadhere.
It's minimum security with a work
farm detail and the weather's warm.
Youjustkeep
yournoseclean.
You'llbeouttathere
innotime.
Now, listen. I'm gonna make a
special request on your behalf
toColonelFox
atthesummarycourt
andIneedyoursignature
righthere.
Doit.
Comeon.
Gracias.
Adios.You'llgetmybill
inthemorning.
Iwon'tbehere
inthemorning.
MAN:Left,right,left,
right,a-left,right...
[JETENGINESWHOOSHING]
- SergeantBrooks.
- Prisoner,halt.
MayIseethatweapon,
please?
Ah,shit.
- Thankyou.
- Mm-hmm.
Whenyouescort
aprisonertomystockade,
youwilldoso
withaloadedweapon.
Right,Sergeant.
I'llneedthissigned,Sergeant.
I'msureyoudo.
Steady,son.
Now,isn'tthere
somecopy
ofthissoldier's
trialrecordformeaswell?
- Yeah, Sarge. Here you go.
- Here you go.
Dismissed,Sergeant.
No wonder you ended up in here
with that sort of example set for you.
Youhadchowyet?
- Iain'thungry.
- "Iain'thungry,Sergeant."
Gerald!
Followme,soldier.
Yes,Top.
Wedon'tgetmany
newcustomersinhere,
which means there aren't many
of us permanent personnel either.
- Take that up to my office, Gerald.
- Right away, Top.
One man runs this stockade. Master
Sergeant Otis McKinney. That's me.
Asfarasyou'reconcerned,
thereain'tnobodyelse.
Now,Iknowyou'rescared
andyougotreasontobe,
butI'vebeenArmy
toolongtobechickenshit.
Yousoldieralong
andpullyourweight
andI'llbestraight
withyou,okay?
No.
Doyouhave
aproblem,soldier?
- I'mthroughsoldiering.
- No,no,son.
Youdon'tunderstand.
You'refightingthewrongman.
We'reonthesameteam,
youandme.
- Igotnoteam.
- Areyouabadass?
DoesMrs.Bean'slittleboy
thinkhe'sarealbadass?
Thereain'tnoMrs.Bean.
Isee.
- And why am I not surprised to hear that?
- [SNIGGERS]
- Lamar.
- Yes,Sergeant.
ThisMr.Beanhere
hasbeendoggingit.
Doesn'twannashapeup.
Hesayshe'sgotnoteam.
Youthinkmaybe
he'llchangehismind
whenhemeets
hisnewroommates?
I believe he'll change
his mind, Sergeant.
Yes, I believe so, too.
- Corporal of the Guard Lamar?
- Yes, Sergeant.
Takechargeofthisprisoner.
We'lltalkagain
inthemorning,son.
Ithinkbythenyou'llknow
you'vegotateam,
- wantoneornot.
- Iwillnot.
"Iwillnot,Sergeant."
- That'sagig,Bean.
- GigforBean.
Andgigsmeantrouble.
He'sallyours,Lamar.
Welcometomyhouse,son.
LAMAR:Prisoner,
throughthegate!
Marchtheyellowline.
Prisoner,halt!
Rightface.
Dropyourgear.
Uncover.
Paraderest.
Putyourhands
behindyourhead.
[SOFTLY]Don'teyeballme,man.
Don'tsweatme.
I'mdoingmytimehere.
AllIaskisyoudon'tget
McKinneyonme.
- Howlongdidyouget?
- 90.
That ain't bad. General
rules are posted inside.
Read'emandfolloworders
orMcKinneywillgigyou.
Prisoner,attention.
Leftface.
Forward,march.
Marchtheredline.
BEAN:Keepthatdoorlocked
allthetime?
From"Taps"to"Reveille."
Prisoner,halt.
- Whataboutafire?
- Againstregulations.
Forward,march.
[SOFTLY]Watchyourself
inthere,man.
[CLASSICALMUSICPLAYING]
Hey, soldier. What you
taking that faraway bunk for?
YouafraidofNegroes?
Idon'twanttoget
inanybody'sway.
Yeah,well,youmust've
alreadydonethat
tolandyourselfinhere,son.
Ormaybeyoujust
don'tlikeNegroes,huh?
Idon'treallyknow
anyNegroes.
- Imean,I...
- [SCOFFS]
Iknowwhatyoumean.
What'syourname?
Hey,man.
Iaskedyouyourname.
Bean.
Sayagain?
IsaidBean.
Yougotafirstname
there,Bean?
- Franklin.
- Franklin.
- Hmm.FranklinBean.
- [HELICOPTERBLADESWHIRRING]
Isthatanythinglike
frankandbeans?
Iamfrankandbeans.
Uh-huh.
Sotellme,
Mr.FrankandBeans.
What'sthatshit
yougotonyourhands?
Whatareyou,
apoolsharkorsomething?
No,thatwas...
- thatwasamistake.
- Nokiddin'.
Wow.
Sotellme,slim.
Howmuchtimeyoudraw?
- Ninety.
- 90days.
Hey, that ain't bad. Let me
help you get squared away here.
Hey,DiggerStokes,man.
Youplayin'orwhat?
Asyouwere.
No,thiswillneverdo.
Mm-mm.[CLICKSTONGUE]
We'llhavetogetSweet
tosquareyouaway.
Name'sStokes.
RooseveltStokes,
compoundleader.
CallmeRose.
Sowhatyou
smokin'there,Bean?
IgotsomeWinstonshere.
Winstons.Hmm.
Theyain'texactly
mybrand,youunderstand,
buttheywilldo.
Yeah,comeondown,Bean.
I'dliketointroduceyou
totherestofthegentlemens.
Onyourleft,
Mr.EugeneBryce.
Affectionatelyknown
asSpoonman.
Wasistlos,man?
Andnowifyouwould
directyourattention
tothecenterof
thedancefloor,
youwillseeaman
inawhiteT-shirt.
Ourownshining
blackprince.
MayIpresent
brotherAndrewLawrence.
Andmymainman,
BabyWebb.
EdwardJamesWebb.
Harlem'sownmiddleweight
GoldenGlovechamp
oftheyear
ofourLord1963.
Andthelarge
individualbehindyou,
whosefreshlymoppedfloor
youjustwalkedon,
isHarry "Sweetbread" Crane.
Now,he'snotmuch
ofaconversationalist,
you'llhavetounderstand,
butthepipes,
the man has pipes that will bring
Jesus into your heart instantly.
Nicetomeetyouall.
MayIgonow?
That white boy must have a blue
and red suit on under that uniform.
Listenup,Bean.
You wanna stay way the hell over
here by yourself, that's your business,
butyougotta
understandonething.
Weareall
inheretogether
and that means that you don't
operate entirely on your own in here.
Nobodydoes.
You will pull your weight or
we will make you wish you had.
Yousee,yourbeingwhite
don'tmeanshitinhere.
As far as that old bastard
up there is concerned,
we'reallniggasinhere.
Youdigit?
- Idigit.
- Iknewthatyoucould.
Dankeforthesmokes,man.
Bitteschon,man.
Imustsay,
CorporalStokes,
thatwasvery
diplomaticofyou
and you did have kryptonite
in your pocket after all.
Thankyou,
PrivateLawrence.
Thankyouverymuch.
- Let'splay,gents.
- Let'splay.
[BUGLEPLAYING "REVEILLE"]
[WHISTLETWEETS,RATTLING]
Howdowefeelthisfine,
sunnymorning?
LAWRENCE:Oh,man.
Youcutthatcheese?
BRYCE: Hey, you don't
smell that good all the time.
WEBB:
Givemesomeroom,man.
Allright,ladies.
Listenup!
You have 15 minutes to shower,
shave, shit, shine, and shampoo.
Doyouhearme?
Nowdoit.
- [TOILETFLUSHES]
- Fallin.
LAMAR: Do it, do it.
GESSNER: Move it,
move it, move it, quickly.
Dress,rolling,three.
Ready,hut.
- LAMAR:Morning,Sergeant.
- Morning,Gerald.
Lamar,takeyourpost.
- Goodmorning,gentlemen.
- ALL:Goodmorning,Sergeant.
Howdowefeel
thisfine,sunnymorning?
- ALL:Fine,Sergeant.
- Verywell.
Nowthen,
let'sseehowwelook.
- GigforPrivateWebb.
- LAMAR:GigforWebb.
Silentcontempt.
CompoundLeaderStokes,
lookingprettygood.
You're gonna be a soldier
again one of these days,
- aren'tyou,Mr.Stokes?
- Yes,Sergeant.
Yes,indeed.
- GigforBryce.
- LAMAR:GigforBryce.
Irishpennant.
Cutitoff.
- GigforLawrence.
- LAMAR:GigforLawrence.
Piss-poorshave.
Good God Almighty, Crane. You
look like a soup sandwich as usual.
Boots are bad, shirts
unbuttoned, no A-line.
Youaremy
problemchild,missy.
Wonder how we'll ever
get you looking good.
- Maybe we should get him a dress?
- How 'bout that, Private Crane?
Youthinkadresswouldhelp?
No,Idon'tthinksoeither.
- ThreegigsforPrivateCrane.
- LAMAR:ThreegigsforCrane.
Well,well,well.
Andhowdowelike
ournewroommates,Mr.Bean?
- Ilikethemfine.
- "Ilikethemfine,Sergeant."
- GigforBean.
- LAMAR:GigforBean.
Doyouunderstandnow
abouthowyou'vegotateam?
- Igotnoteam.
- "Igotnoteam,Sergeant."
- AnothergigforMr.Bean.
- LAMAR:AnothergigforBean.
Andanother
problemchild,
but with 89 and 1/2 days to
rehabilitate you, I would say the odds
aregreatlyinmyfavor,
wouldn'tyouagree,Mr.Bean?
- Iwouldn'tknow.
- "Iwouldn'tknow,Sergeant."
- AnothergigforMr.Bean.
- LAMAR:AnothergigforBean.
- Feed 'em, Lamar.
- Compound Leader Stokes, form for chow.
Prisoners,
closeranks.March.
Left,left,left,left.
STOKES:
Marktime,march.
PrivateBean,PrivateCrane,
falltotherear.
Doitnow.
Quickly.
Quicktime,march.
Left,left,left.
Left,left,left.
Left,left,left.
- Wasistlos?
- SoulPatrol.
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men...
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Workingonthechain
- OneP.
- Gang
- Keepitstrong.
- Canyouhear'emsaying
Ooh,ahh,yeah
Ooh,ahh,yeah
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men...
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Canyouhearmesayit
- Ooh,ahh
- Feelgood.
- Ooh,ahh
- Feelgood.
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men...
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
- Workingonthechain
- OneP.
- Gang - SWEET:
Can you hear me say it
- Ooh,ahh
- Keepitrightthere,gentlemen.
- Ooh,ahh
- Comeon!
- Ooh,ahh
- STOKES:Sweet!
- Ooh,ahh
- Singforme!
- CRANE:Givemewater
- Ooh,ahh
- I'mthirsty,my,my,my
- Ooh,ahh
- Myworkissohard
- Ooh,ahh
- Seemywoman
- Ooh,ahh
- Who I love so dear
Meanwhile - Ooh, ahh
- Gottostayrighthere
- Ooh,ahh
- Givemewater
- Ooh,ahh
Ooh,ahh
Ooh,ahh
- Ooh,ahh
- BRYCE:SoulPatrol.
Oh,don'tyouknow
Prisoners,quickandquiet.
Johnny'sinthebasement
Mixingupthemedicine
I'monthepavement
Thinkingaboutthegovernment
Themaninatrenchcoat
Badgeout,laidoff
Sayshe'sgotabadcough
Wantstogetitpaidoff
Lookout,kid
It'ssomethingyoudid
Godknowswhen
Butyou'redoingitagain
You better duck down the
alleyway looking for a new friend
[WHISTLEBLOWS]
Moveitout,moveitout.
Andyouonlygot10
Maggiecomesfleetfoot
Facefullofblacksoot
Talkingthattheheat
Putplantsinthebed
Butphone'stappedanyway
Maggiesaysthatmanysay
TheymustbustinearlyMay
"OrdersfromtheDA"
Lookout,kid
Don'tmatterwhatyoudid...
Comeon,Lawrence!
Up,up!
Comeon,Bean,youoaf.
Getupthere!
Better stay away from those
that carry around a fire hose
Keepacleannose
Watchtheplainclothes
You don't need a weatherman
to know which way the wind blows
Getsick,getwell
Hangaroundaninkwell
Ringbell,hardtotell
Ifanythingisgonnasell
Tryhard,getbarred
Getback,riderail
Getjailed,jumpbail
JointheArmyifyoufail
Lookout,kid
You'regonnagethit
Bylosers,cheaters
Six-timeusers
Hangingroundthetheaters
Girlbythewhirlpool
Islookin'foranewfool
Don'tfollowleaders
Watchtheparkingmeters
Oh,getborn,keepwarm
Shortpants,romance
Learn to dance Get dressed,
get blessed Try to be a success
Please her, please him
Buy gifts, don't steal Don't lift
20 years of schooling And
they put you on The day shift
Lookout,kid
Theykeepitallhid
Betterjumpdownamanhole
Lightyourselfacandle
Don'twearsandals
Youcan'taffordthescandal
Ifyoudon'twannabeabum
Youbetterchewgum
The pump don't work 'Cause
the vandals Took the handle
GESSNER:Allright,
youdeadbeats.Listenup.
Today, we will take up where we left off
yesterday, repairing the drainage ditch.
This afternoon, we will
commence with fence repair.
So everybody make damn sure
you've got your heavy work gloves.
Bean,youwaitingon
apersonalinvite?
Wegotworktodo.
Getyourassoverhere.
Crane,fillup
thatcanteenonthedouble.
CorporalGessner,
mymainman.
Oop!
LAWRENCE: Soul Patrol
gonna let this BS get us down?
ALL:Nix,nein,hell,no.
- SOLDIER1:Dang.
- SOLDIER2:Anotherdeutschmark.
I'mtellingyou,
LBJgonnahavehisway.
ThatCivilRightsbill
don'tmeanshit,
- exceptwehaveto...
- BrotherAndrew.
- Who'sgotSweet?
- He'smine.
He's on chow.
LAWRENCE: I'm telling
you, it's gonna be 10 brothers
toeveryothernationality.
And when I say every other
nationality, we talkin' 'bout Anglos,
whiteAnglo-Saxon
ProtestantAmericans.
Wetalkin'aboutPuertoRicans,
MexicanAmericans,
ChineseAmericans.
I'm telling you, brother, they're
doing it, they're doing it now. Genocide.
They put the black man on welfare
and at the same time kiss him farewell.
BRYCE:Hecamesoftly,
unobserved,
andyet,strangetosay,
everyonerecognizedHim.
That might be one of the
best passages in the poem.
Imean,whythey
recognizedHim.
Thepeopleareirresistibly
drawntoHim,
they surround Him, they flock
about Him, and follow Him.
Hemovessilently
intheirmidst
withagentlesmile
ofinfinitecompassion.
Thesunofloveburns
inHisheart,
light, enlightenment, and
power shine from His eyes,
andtheirradiance,
shedonthepeople,
stirstheirhearts
withresponsivelove.
HeholdsoutHishands
tothem,blessesthem,
andahealingvirtue
comesfromcontactwithHim,
evenwithHisgarments.
Anoldmaninthecrowd,
blindfromchildhood,
criesout,
OLord,healme
andIshallseeThee...
Whatthehelldoyouthink
you'redoing,Bean?
Hey,takeiteasy.
I'mjustlookingaround.
Myass!I'vebeenlooking
alloverforyou!
- Why'dyourunoff?
- Ididn'trunoff.
- I just came to get a closer...
- This is off-limits, God damn it!
- You could've gotten yourself shot!
- Well, I didn't know that.
- IfiguredIcouldcomeup...
- Nevermind!
From now on, you don't blow your nose
or wipe your ass without asking permission!
Isthatclear?
- Yes.
- Okay,then,moveit!Moveit!
On the double! Move
it, move it! Come on!
That's a gig for leaving the
chow area without permission.
Andanothergig
forbeingoff-limits.
- Anythingelse?
- Anothergigfordisrespect.
Youknow,Ibetyou
Icouldfixthatthing.
That thing is no more of
your damn business, Bean.
We'll see about that.
LAWRENCE:I'mtellingy'all,
IloveCassiusMarcellusClay
asmuchasanyblackman,
butyougottowonder,
why,outtheclearbluesky,
thatthismanchange
hisnametoMuhammadAli
andembrace
theNationofIslam?
Is it because he's tryin' to dodge
the draft or maybe even for publicity?
I'm telling you, Allah is nothing to mess
around with, brother man. This I know.
- Brotherman?
- Yo,brotherman.
- Did you not love Malcolm X?
- I love El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz.
He'stheonewhotoldhim
tochangehisname,man.
- How you know?
- Well, hell, brother man. I can read.
Well,Icanwrite
mynamesometimes.
Did I tell y'all about this
dream I had the other night?
No, but I bet you're
gonna tell us about it.
Oh, bro, this was a woozy.
IdreamtIwokeup
andIwaswhite.
Get outta here.
That ain't no dream,
man. That's a nightmare.
Don'tIknowit,
brotherman?
Look,Ihad
thestrangesturge,
- I started clapping on one and three.
- [WHISTLE BLOWS]
- BRYCE:No.
- LAWRENCE:Yeah.
All right, you loafers.
Let's haul ass home.
[DOG BARKING]
BRYCE: What else happened?
LAWRENCE: Hey, man.
I got to listen to all kinds
of funny music, like,
Clarence, Clearwater Revival.
WEBB: Oh, shit.
- And "ThreeDogsintheNight."
- SOLDIER1:Oh,shit.
- [LAUGHING] - And eating
cream cheese and bagels.
Not to mention the fact I wanted to
chase around women with flat asses.
[GESSNERYELLS]
Un-assthevehicle!
All right, Gerald. Let's
see 'em, front and center.
- One-on-one.
- Youheardthesergeant.Doit.
- Hat clear, Sergeant.
- Hat clear, Compound Leader Stokes.
Verywell.
- Hatclear,Sergeant.
- Hatclear,Bryce.
- Hatclear,Sergeant.
- Hatclear,Webb.
- Hatclear,Sergeant.
- Hatclear,Lawrence.
Hatclear,Bean.
Your first full day here and you still
haven't learned a damn thing, son.
ButI'mnotworried
becauseifthere's
onethingIknowforsure,
it'sthatweall
choosesideseventually.
And believe me, they
know which side they're on.
You're the only dummkopf
here, son, but you will learn.
Andwhenyoudo,
you'llcomerunning.
[CANNONFIRES]
- Moveout,trooper.
- [BUGLEPLAYING]
GESSNER:Andsalute.
[CANNONFIRES]
- GigforBean.
- LAMAR:GigforBean.
Salutingthecolors.
Feed'em,Lamar.
CompoundLeaderStokes,
onyourcommand.
STOKES:Prisoners,rightface.
- Wasistlos?
- LAWRENCE:SoulPatrol.
- Oh, don't you know -
That's the sound of the men
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang...
Lamar,domeafavor.
AskOtisifIcanfix
thatwindmill.
- Willdo.
- Thankyou.
Don'tthankmeyet.
[HELICOPTERBLADESWHIRRING]
- [WATERRUNNING]
- [HUMMING]
[INDISTINCTSPEECH,LAUGHTER]
- WEBB:Youdealmein,man?
- LAWRENCE:Whatyouthink,
Iwassittin'overhere
playingsolitaire?
- WhatIget?
- HowthehelldoIknow?
- Do I look like a prestidigitator?
- Say what?
Youheardme.
Allright.
Hey, man. Did you take that
gold Zippo out of my locker?
Youhearsomebody
talkin',brother?
- Notme,man.
- Look,fella.
I'msorry,
Iforgotyourname.
I'm just curious if you
borrowed my lighter, that's all.
Fella?
Man,that'smightywhite
ofyou,man.
Don'tevenknowmyname
and here you are accusing
me of taking your property.
Look, you know, I'm not
accusing you of anything.
I'mjustcurious
ifyoutookit,andifso,
I'd like to have it back.
Well, I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
Look,Idon'twant
anytroublehere.
Ijustwantthelighter.
It'sveryspecialtome.
- You'restillhere?
- [SIGHS]
Well,whatamI
supposedtothink?
I see you walking away from my
goddamn footlocker over here coming out...
Yousonofabitch,
don'tyoucurseme,man.
Don'tyouever
talktomelikethat.
I'll drop you where you
stand, you understand me?
Just take it easy, all right?
And don't tell me to
take it easy, all right?
Youain'tshittome,
sodon'ttellmenothing.
Asamatteroffact,
- Ithinkyouowemeanapology.
- Oh,Ioweyouanapology?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.You'recrazy.
Oh,I'mcrazy,huh?
I'mcrazy?
Areyouallrightthere,Bean?
Bean,youallright?
- Yeah.
- Wasistlos,man?
Hey, man. Somebody gotta
put that white boy in his place.
- You had to put him in his place, huh?
- Yeah.
Why?
Well, he accused me
of taking something, man.
Something?Youwannatellme
whatthissomethingwas?
How'boutyou,Bean?
Bean!Shit!
[LAUGHSLOFTILY]
My,my,my.
Now we're even. Brother
Lawrence, a little assistance.
Majormistakethere,Bean.
- Let'sgo.
- PrivateWebb,PrivateBean,
youwillknockitoff
rightnow.
What's my name?
Spoon, let the record
show I tried to stop this.
What'smyname,fella?
Comeon,comeon.
- That'sit,man.
- Oh,man.
Allright.
Comeon,Bean.
Youcanfightagain
anotherday.Comeon.
[SIGHS]
Goddamn.
Howwegonna
explainthis,man?
Thatain'tmyproblem,brother.
You'llthinkofsomething.
Gethimcleanedup,Sweet.
Whatthehellishisname?
Allright,ladies.
Let'sfacethemusic.
Doit,doit.
Dressright,huh!
Ready,front.
- Morning,Sergeant.
- Morning,Gerald.
Takeyourpost,Lamar.
- Morning,gentlemen.
- ALL:Goodmorning,Sergeant.
Andhowdowefeel
thisfinesunnymorning?
ALL:Fine,Sergeant.
Gerald,Lamar,
Idon'tseemtorecognize
thisyoungtrooper.
Well,well,well.
And how do we like our new
roommates now, Mr. Bean?
- Ilikethemfine.
- "Ilikethemfine,Sergeant."
- That'sagig,Gerald.
- GigforBean.
From the looks of your face, I'd say
they don't like you much, that right?
- Iwouldn'tknow.
- "Iwouldn'tknow,Sergeant."
- Anothergig,Gerald.
- AnothergigforBean.
- Holdthatgig.
- Holdinggig.
[SOFTLY]
Iwarnedyou,didn'tI?
Nowyoutellmewhodidthis
andI'llseetheygetpunished.
Nobodydidthis.
Ihadanaccident.
- Bullshit.
- Islippedintheshower.
You'relyingtomyface,Bean.
Whyareyouprotecting
thesepeople?
You think they'd do the same for you?
You'd better look in the mirror, mister.
Iain'tprotectingnobody.
Closerank,singleline.
GESSNER:Ho!
Frontleading
restposition.
GESSNER:Ho!
MCKINNEY:Uncover.
Now then, I wanna tell you
people about your new roommate.
ThisMr.Beanhere's
arealsmartass.
Hethinkshe'sbetter
thantherestofus.One.
While all you colored boys been soldiering,
what do you think he's been doing?
Doggingit,that'swhat.
Deadheadingandplaying
thesickcallsoldier.Two.
Well,hewilllearn
nottodogitinhere
andyoupeople
willgruntandsweat
everylastdaywithhim
untilhedoeslearnit.
One.
Youknow,Mr.Bean,
you'reprotectingakiller,
anArticle121extortionist,
arapist,apunkthug,
andanarsonist.
Just thought you might want to
know something about this gang
ofcoloredboys
thatyou'resweating.
You like sweating your
buddies like this, Mr. Bean?
See there? Ol' Bryce and Crane are really
hurtin' 'cause you can't seem to get it.
Two.
You don't get it soon, all your
buddies are gonna be hurtin'.
We'rewaitin'
onyou,Mr.Bean.One.
Nobody gets up till
Mr. Bean here starts singing.
Next stop, we drop.
Nobody goes to chow until
Mr. Bean learns to say, "Sergeant."
- Nextstop,wedrop.
- Nextstop,wedrop.
Next stop, we drop.
Nobody goes anywhere
until Mr. Bean decides
tosoldieralong
withtherestofus.Two.
It'stoobadyoupeople
havetosufferlikethis.
If you're lucky, Mr. Bean
here might get squared away
inthenext88and1/2days,
- butthenhe'sasmartass.
- [GROANS]
Andlikeallsmartasses,
hehastolearnthehardway.
- It'sagigforBean.
- GigforBean.
MCKINNEY:
Disruptionofformation.
Onyourfeet!
Soyou'vechosen
ateamafterall,huh?
Well,I'vegotnews
foryou,mister.
Youchosethewrongone,
doyouhearme?
Youchosethewrongone.
Feed 'em, Lamar.
LAMAR: Compound Leader
Stokes, on your command.
STOKES:Prisoners,rightface.
Uncover.
God bless the United States Armed
Forces and all who serve in them.
- ALL:Amen.
- Seats.
Eat.
Youmayspeak
insubduedtones.
Mailcall.
Stokes.
[SOFTLY]
Nodiceonthewindmill.
Ifiguredthatwascoming.
GetthistoCommand
forme,wouldya?
- Goingrighttothetop,huh?
- Yeah,whynot?
Can you let me know as
soon as you get the word?
You got it.
Webb.
Thatisall.
WEBB:Myman.
BEAN:Hey,fella.
Igotwinners.
Good.Ready?
That'sit.
That'sanothertwodollars.
Put it on my tab.
Listen, I don't wanna
do this for nothing, man.
Sowhatyougottolose?
I'lltellyouwhat.
IfIwin,youhelpmefix
thewindmill.
WhatdoIget?
$10.
That'scool.
Shootforouts.
Oh,boy,
thisisgonnabefun.
Ready?
Yousure?
Yup.
- Two.
- LAWRENCE:Allright.
Uh-oh.Whiteboy
gotsomeface,Webb.
BRYCE:I'macallthat
oneluck,though.
LAWRENCE:
Callitwhatyouwant.
- Yeah, that's what I like.
- Way to take the white boy to the hoop.
Way to take the
white boy to the hoop.
STOKES:Let'sgo,let'sgo.
Playthegame.
Goodatthatgame,
BabyWebb.
- Oh,man.Didthatgoin?
- Ithinkhecametoplay.
- LAWRENCE:Lucky.
- BRYCE:Hetiredalready.
Come on, Webb. Whip it,
Webb. It's just a game, now.
- Allright.
- That'swhatI'mtalkin''bout.
- That'swhatI'mtalkin''bout.
- Yes,sir.
- That's the way to play ball, man.
- All right.
- BRYCE:Yourgame.
- Showusnow,Webb.
He got the height on ya. Don't
let him get underneath there.
BRYCE: I told you about that.
STOKES: Don't let
him get up on the boards.
- Hegottheminchesonyou.
- Mm-hmm.
LAWRENCE: Accidents do
happen. Don't let it happen again.
Man.
STOKES: Come on,
this should be a picnic.
BRYCE:Whiteboythrew
thatshotonyou.
- Takehimtothehoop.
- Comeon,comeon.
- Allright.
- Nofoulifyoufeelme.
STOKES:Comeon,Webb.
Stickhim,stickhim.
Yougottocontestit,
youknowwhatI'msaying?
Youhavetodo
betterthanthat.
STOKES:Youcan'trushin,
can'trushin.
- It'sontheway.
- Yes!
That'swhat
I'mtalkin''bout.
- LAWRENCE:It's7-4now.
- BRYCE:Comeon,comeon.
Stick him, stick him. What's
happenin', Webb? What's the problem?
- LAWRENCE: White boy shot the ball.
- BRYCE: Said you could handle
this dude.
STOKES: Supposed to be
your game, this is a white man.
- Waitaminute.I'mleaving.
- Allright.
I ain't even gonna watch. How you gonna
let this white boy play ball like this?
It'sablackman'sgame.
- That'smyBabyWebb.
- Allright,comeon.
STOKES:Yeah,see,
that'sallthattraining.
LAWRENCE: You gotta play it
easy. This boy can't play no ball.
BRYCE:Yougottomakehim
feelthatone.
- Yes.
- That's the way you got to ball.
STOKES:Don'tlethimgetup
underneaththeboardsnow.
- Nowthisisit.
- Yougotit?
- This is the game point, all right?
- Game point, man.
- Allright,comeon.
- Sweet,stopclapping.
WEBB:Imustsay,youain't
halfbadforawhiteboy,
but the next basket's gonna
cost you 10, right? Right?
- Oh, my ankle! Man, time out.
- No.
- STOKES:Getup,getup!
- BRYCE:Getyourassup.
Oh,man.
STOKES: Hey, you a
disgrace, boy. You know that?
Youadisgracetotherace.
Don'tevenhelphimup,Bean.
Don'thelphimup.
Leavehimalone.
Lethimgetuphimself.
Thepitifulnessofyourself.
LAWRENCE:Jive-ass.
Whuppedby
aone-eyedwhiteboy.
BRYCE:Lawrence,
ain'tyougotSweet?
Yo,brotherman,
he'sgotlatrineduty.
Yeah,well,
keepaneyeonhim.
Man,didIevertelly'all
aboutthetime
Imetthisfinefraulein
atthehofbrau?
HadmespendingDeutschmarks
outofbothpockets.
- That'ssomebullshit,man.
- No,man,forreal...
Build a wall today, they'll send
us to tear it down tomorrow.
Yeah,makes
nosenseatall
building that little mini Berlin
Wall in the middle of nowhere.
Hey,how'sthatankle,
Webb?
GESSNER:Youmayspeak
insubduedtones.
GivethistoSweet.
- Sweet.
- Andthatone,too.
Iseeyouain'tgivinghim
noneofyourwienerschnitzel.
STOKES:Nix,nein,hell,no.
Ididn'tknow
SweetwasCatholic.
LAWRENCE: I don't know
how anybody can eat this slop.
Ponthesejerseys
standsfor "pitiful."
LAMAR: Good news, Bean.
Permission granted on the windmill.
You only work during
chow time. That is all.
LAWRENCE: What's wrong with
you? I'm telling you, the black man...
WEBB:Idon'twanttohear
thisbullshitwhenIeat.
[OVERLAPPINGCHATTER]
-[MAN ON RADIO] This is the BBC World
Service... What'd you do, mug a colonel?
- Excuseme?
- Bean.
Neveraskaman
whathe'sdone.
Youaskhim
whathe'sconvictedof,
you ask him what he's accused
of, but never what he's done.
- I'msorry,Lawrence.
- No,it'scool,
and I appreciate that
assistance, Corporal Stokes.
But if curiosity has gotten
the better of you, Franklin,
andyoumustknow
whyI'mincarcerated,
I'vebeenaccusedofrape.
- Rape?
- Rape.
Buttakemyword
forit,Bean.
Iain'trapednobody.
Igotamama.
Story'ssimpleenough.
I'moutandaboutonenight
onanovernightpass.
Imeetsthisfraulein
inabarandshe'sintoxicated.
Wegohome,boom-boom,
wakeupthenextmorning,
she'snolongerinebriated,
herhusbandwalksin,
andI'marapist.
I have made some
mistakes in my day, but...
Yeah, last one was when
you boom-boomed that fraulein.
That did cross my mind, brother man,
but I want you to know it is not a mistake.
Nowifyouthink,
justthinkforoneminute,
how many people are employed by or
connected with Department of Corrections
andthat'shalfthepeople
intheUnitedStates.
Believeyoume,
weliveinasociety
thathasaneedforacriminal,
soitcreatesone.
And just who do you think the
prime candidates for that are?
- Think about it, Bean, think about it.
- Excuse me. I'm sorry.
I don't know, but I'm
gonna go shine my boots.
Mm-hmm.
Whiteboyshiningshoes.
Thatisanovelty.
Imustseethat.
Iwanty'alltokeepinmind
thateverydoghashisday
andgooddogshavetwo.
Loandbehold,
iftheCreatorhadmade
anythingbetter,
Hewouldhave
keptitforHimself.
WEBB: What do you wanna
mess with this old thing for anyway?
- Because I know what I'm doing.
- How's that?
Ihelpedmydadfixone
whenIwasakid.
Sowhatdoyouthink?
I think we should've played two
out of three, but that's cool, man.
Adeal'sadeal.
Sowhatdoyou
wantmetodo?
Ithoughtyou'dneverask.
Followme.
That'sit,that'sit.
Easy.Don't... don'tlookdown.
- Oh-hh...
- Yougotit.
- Oh,shit.
- Okay.
- You're not afraid of heights, are you?
- No, man. It's my ankle.
- It'sjustactingupagain.
- Okay,here'sthedeal.
- This is the pump shaft.
- [MAN ON RADIO] This is AFN Frankfurt.
- We've got news of the next five...
- So how'd you manage
thatArticle121?
...BaseTransportationOffice
remindsallofitslisteners...
Excuseme,Corporal.
I mean, how did those bastards
manage to convict you on a 121?
Youmyfriend,man?
Yeah.
Doyouwannastay
myfriend?
Forsure.
Thenyoudon'twannaknow.
[MAN ON RADIO] Here's a news
bulletin that just came from our newsroom
hereatAFN.
We'retoldthatseveral...
...soifyou'refrom
Missouri,SouthDakota,
Illinois,orNewMexico,
makesureandgetdown
toseeyourvotingofficer...
BRYCE:
Welcometotheghetto,slim.
Thanks.
Theregoestheneighborhood.
[ALLCHUCKLE]
Well,didn'theget
mylastletter?
Iwroteandtoldhim
I'dbecallingonmybirthday.
Sayagain?
Yeah,Iknowheis,
butcouldn'thewait
anotherfiveminutes,
forChrist'ssake?
How often does he get a
chance to talk to his dad?
[METAL CLATTERING]
Sayagain?
Hangonasecond,Edith.
Ican'thearaword
you'resaying.
Hey,excuseme,Corporal.
I'm trying to talk long
distance here, do you mind?
Thankyou.
Yeah,goon,Edith.
Yeah,Iknowthat
andmaybeyourbest
justain'tgoodenough,kid.
Youknowdamnwell
whatImean.
No,no,
youlistentome.
You're supposed to be teaching that
kid some respect and some discipline.
Ifyour "best"
wasworthashit,
maybeoursonJohn
wouldbetheretalkingtome
onthisgoddamnphone
instead of me having to
argue with your sorry ass again.
[RECEIVERBANGS]
[MUSICPLAYING]
- Rack'emup,Cecil.
- Allright.
Givemeadouble
onthedouble,Corporal.
Let's play eight ball,
a dollar a ball, Ceece.
You're on.
Thankyou,sir.
Dothatagain
withabeerchaser.
- Youwantabeer,Ceece?
- Thanks,Otis.
- Makethattwobeers.
- ShouldIrunatab,Sergeant?
- Yeah,puteverythingonmine.
- Done.
- Thankyou.
- You'rewelcome.
- Didyougetthrough?
- Yeah,Igotthroughallright.
- Thereyougo.
- How'sJohn?
He'sfine.
Let'sgo.
BRYCE:Hescareyou?
BEAN:Sometimes.
Yeah,me,too,sometimes.
McKinney'sthekindofguy
whoonlyfeelsgood
whenhemakesyoufeelbad.
That'sthekindofguyIkilled.
Soyoureallydid
killaKraut.
[SPEAKINGSOFTLY]
Jawohl,sir.
Hepulledagunonme.
Andtherewasthese...
thesetwoMPsthatlied
andsaidthegunwasmine.
Sowhat'sgonnahappennow?
Well,I'monappeal...
butIexpectwhenthat'sover,
they'lltakemeupto
Crailsheimandhangme.
Night,slim.
Goodnight,Spoon.
Ah!Youscratchedagain.
Didyouseethat,Corporal?
Didn'thescratch?
I'msorry.
Iwasn'twatching,Sarge.
- Thereyougo,oldbuddy.
- Idon'twantyourmoney.
Man,youwonitfairandsquare.
Let'splayanotherone,
doubleornothing.
No,I'mrunningoutofsteam.
Let'scallitanight.
Hell,no,I'mjustgetting
warmedup.Comeon,Cecil.
Rack'emup.
Onelastgame.
Giveusabeer,Corporal.
Sorry, Sarge. They
ain't allowed after hours.
Cut the shit and give
me a beer, Corporal.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Youwantanotherbeer,Ceece?
- No more.
- Eh, come on. Have another beer with me.
- Ihadenough.
- Oh,bullshit.
- Hereyouare,sir.
- Thankyou.You'reagoodboy.
- Steady.
- [LAUGHS]
Damnnearlostitthere
foraminute.
Allright,oldbuddy.
I'ma mow 'em down like a
row of gooks in a rice paddy.
Herewego.
Two...three.
[MCKINNEYBLOWSRASPBERRY]
Didyouseeanything
gointhere,Corporal?
Can'tsayasIdid,Sarge.
MCKINNEY:Didanythinggoin?
- No.
- You'resure?
You bastards. I gotta
keep my eye on both of you.
[CHUCKLES]
[POOLBALLSCLATTER]
It'syourshot,Otis.
You'redamnrightitis.
[CLATTERS]
Why'dyouhavetogivehim
thatlastbeer,asshole?
Rottenlittlesonofabitch!
[YELLS] Bean, we're gonna
have it out, you and me!
Rightnow,son!
Come on out here, Bean! I'll
show you the kind of man I am!
Comeouthereonthedouble
beforeIteardown
thisgoddamnfence
anddragyourassouthere!
Comeouthererightnow,
goddamnyou!
Comeouthere,
youlittlesonofabitch!
It'sme!
OtisMcKinney!
- Youhearme,goddamnit?
- Sarge,what'sgoingon?
Yousneakybastard,Lamar.
Youstaythehellouttathis.
It'sbetweenBeanandme.
Iwantthatboyouthere
frontandcenter
- onthedouble,youhearme?
- YouknowIcan'tallowthat.
Yousidingwithhim,
thatit,Lamar?
No,I'mnotsidingwithanybody.
I'mjustdoingmyjob.
Job,myass.
Bean,yousonofabitch!
Fallouthereonthedouble,
that'sanorder.
- Do you hear me?
- CECIL: What the hell's going on?
- Doyouhearme?
- Whoyouyellingat?
FranklinFairchildBean,
that'swho!
- Bean!
- Gethisassouttahere!
I'll get him outta here,
don't worry about it.
It's between you and me!
I want a fair fight, just you
and me, and I want it now!
You hear me?
Come on, you're
drunk! Let's get outta here!
Come on!
Stokes! Compound Leader
Stokes, you son of a bitch!
- [SHOE BANGS]
- You send
that white boy
out here right now
or I'm gonna make big trouble for
you and the rest of them Negroes.
- Help me over this goddamn fence.
- Get down from there, you jerk.
- You'regonnahurtyourself!
- I'mwarningyou!
If you go over that gate, I'm gonna
have to place you under arrest.
Shutup,Lamar,
beforeIwhupyourass,too.
Sergeant.
Gerald, go and get the
goddamn key for this gate
- onthedouble.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Gerald, he's drunk. I'll handle him.
- Bean!
You little son of a bitch!
Sergeant McKinney,
this is your final warning!
Do you hear me?
If you do not cease and
desist and vacate these premises
pronto,I'mgonnahave
toarrestyourass!
- Youchickenshit,Lamar!
- Un-assthegate!
Oh,Christ,
I'mgonnathrowup.
Give me a hand, Cecil,
before I throw up on everybody.
Let'sgo!That'sit.
Thanks,Lamar.
MCKINNEY:Cecil,waitasecond,
oldbuddy.
Put me down. You better
put me down for a minute.
Goodnight,Sergeant.
- Happybirthday.
- [MCKINNEYRETCHING]
Dropitdown.
Iknowdamnwell
yousawthatscenelastnight.
- Yeah,so?
- SoI'masking,
woulditkillyoutobend
alittle,forChrist'ssake?
- Whatdoyougottolose?
- Alot.
- Holdittight,Webb.
- WEBB:It'stight.
- You'rereallypushinghim,man.
- Iain'tpushinganybody!
I'mjustnotbackingoff!
Youwannaholdthis,Sweet?
- I'mcomingbackup.
- WEBB:Great.
[DOGBARKING]
[RATTLING]
- Fallin!
- One,two,double.
Soundofthemen...
Getback.
Workingonthechain...
Onemore.
Gang...
Right,left,right,
left,right,left.
Right,left,settledown.
CorporalGessner,
mymainman.Whoo!
Thankyou.
[GRUNTING]
One one-thousand, two
one-thousand, three one-thousand.
- Gethim,Sweet!
- [YELLING]
- [WHISTLEBLOWS]
- Stokes,youasshole.
Left,right,left,
right,left,right.
Let'ssayit.Boy,thisboy's
gotsomehands,don'the?
That'sthesound...
kickitout.
- Ofthechain...
- Waitaminute.
GigforBean.
- FourgigsforCrane.
- [WHISTLEBLOWS]
- Hey,whatyougot?
- Left,right,left,right.
GigforWebb.
[INDISTINCTSHOUTING]
Gig for Bryce.
Whoa, I did that
backwards. Wait a minute.
- Okay,youconfusingme.
- GigforLawrence.
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Getback.
[CANNONFIRES]
Hey,man.Guesswhat.
Igotsomebignews.
Ouroutfitisjoining
the105thAirborne
- inVietnamnextmonth.
- Noshit.
Noshit.
Theorderscameinlastnight.
Thewholecamp
istalkingaboutit.
- I wonder what they're gonna do with me.
- I don't know.
You'll probably just have to catch
up with us when you get outta here.
Yeah.I'mthrilled.
- Youlookdifferent,Bean.
- Whatdoyoumean?
Idon'tknow.
Youjustlookdifferent.
- Good different, bad different, what?
- It's very good.
- Igottago.
- What'syourhurry,oldbuddy?
It'sSunday.
- Churchservice.
- Whatareyoudoingthatfor?
- Vietnamwhat'sfor,asshole.
- Oh,Isee.
In case you haven't heard,
there's a war going on over there
involvingtheUSArmy
ofwhichyouareamember.
Igetthepoint.
[SOLDIERSSINGING]
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
Andwe'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
SWEET:
Wecanunderstandit
- ALL:We'llunderstandit
- SWEET:Somuchbetter
- Better by and by -
Oh, I know we'll understand it
We'llunderstandit
- Betterbyandby
- Wewillunderstandit
- We'll understand it -
All the pain All the suffering
- Better by and by - Oh, I
know, I know we'll understand it
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
AlmightyGod
Givemejust
Alittlemoretime
Torightallthewrong
ThatIhavedone
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney...
Prisoner,halt.
Leftface.
Forward,march.
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
BringPrivateBean
uptomyofficeat1300.
Yes,Sergeant.
- Oh,myball.Ourball.
- Nopoint.
[OVERLAPPINGCHATTER]
Hey,man.
Whyyoupushingonme?
- Comeon.
- Shootthemoon.
WEBB:Twopoints.
"Sitdown,son.
Havesomechocolates."
"Atease,Private.
Helpyourselftosomecandy."
- [FOOTSTEPS]
- [KNOCKSONDOOR]
Comein.
- PrivateBeanreporting.
- Atease,Private.
- Come back in 10 minutes, Gerald.
- Yes, Sergeant.
- Sit down, Private.
- I'd rather stand if it's all the same.
Suityourself.
Nowlookyhere.
We got off on the
wrong foot, you and me,
so I figured if maybe we could
get a few things straightened out,
we might not have any more
problems. How'd that be?
- Sounds fine.
- Very good. I'm glad to hear you say that.
Wouldyoulike
somechocolates?
- No, thanks.
- Oh, come on. Don't be shy. Help yourself.
- No, I really don't want any, thanks.
- Oh, come on.
Allkidslikechocolate.
It'sgreatforenergy.
Yeah,butbad
foryourteeth.
Maybeyou'reright.
Irealizefromyourtrialrecord
thatyourfatherdied
recently,isthatright?
- Yes,hedid.
- I'mverysorrytohearthat.
SowasI.
I also hear your outfit's going
over to Vietnam next month.
- SoIhear.
- How'boutthat?
Jeez,I'dgiveanything
togotoVietnam.
Isawalotofaction
inKorea,didyouknowthat?
Now, of course, because of my
age, I'm classified unfit for combat.
Canyouimaginethat?
Bastards.
Sohow'stheworkcoming
onthewindmill?
- It's kinda slow, but we're getting there.
- Good, I'm glad to hear it.
Although,
Iwantyoutoknow,
I was mighty pissed off at you,
son, when you went over my head
and got permission from the
colonel himself to fix that old rig,
whichbringsustothepoint.
Youarefightingme,Bean.
Everydayineveryway.
My God, your attitude's even worse
now than it was when you first came here
andwhatIwannaknowiswhy.
Justevenanddirect.
Son,justtellmewhy,please.
Becauseyou'reonme
allthetime.
Isee,andwhy
doyouthinkthatis?
- Beatsme.
- Well,I'mgonnatellya.
Because I think I got a right
to expect more from you.
No, you don't. I'm no
different from those guys.
Meandthem,
we'rethesame.
Idon'tliketheway
youtreatthem,either.
[SCOFFS]Comeon.
Youmisinterpretdiscipline
forroughtreatment,son.
Not a goddamn one of those bums
in there for less than a capital crime.
Asformybeing "onyou,"
how do you think you'd feel if
you worked hard all of your life
to be something only to
have some young punk kid,
don't know shit from Shinola, tell
you he don't think you're worth much?
How do you think
you'd feel about that, huh?
I never said that.
Oh,thereyougo.See,
you'refightingmeagain.
Goddamn it, can't you see I'm
trying to get together with you?
I got a son damn near your age.
You didn't know that, did you?
No.
There you go. See, we got
more in common than you think.
We oughtn't be fighting each
other, we should be friends.
- Ican't.
- Sayagain?
- I can't be your friend.
- Aren't I as good as your colored buddies?
You're a bully and I hate
everything you stand for.
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
Escort this prisoner back to the
compound before I throw him out the window.
Dismissed.
GESSNER:Moveit,Bean.
[MUTTERS]
Sonofabitch.
- I heard that. We want food, man.
- Here we go, coming after you.
- Eight times, I make that eight.
- Shit, not bad.
- BRYCE: Oh, no!
- Fall in on the windmill on the double!
GESSNER: Hey, come on,
come on. Do it, do it, do it!
- Double time! Get your black asses moving!
- STOKES: I'm doing it.
Comeon,y'all.
Let'sdoit,let'sdoit.
Wedoingit,Gerald.
Seemedoingit?
[INDISTINCTCONVERSATION]
Allright,people.
Listenup!
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- GigforPrivateLawrence.
- GigforLawrence.
Get that frizzy Aunt Jemima
tablecloth off your head, soldier.
"Adirective,CampBarenfeld's
WorkFarm17,August,1965.
Gentlemen,
youareherebyordered
to cease and desist from
any further effort whatsoever
toreengage
windmachinerignumber35
withanywatersource
forirrigationpurposes.
Signed,ColonelJonathanDavis,
USArmyCorpsofEngineers,
WestGermanCommand."
Forclarification,
thisrigisofficiallyknown
aswindmachinerignumber35
anditis,onceagain,
completelyoff-limits.
- Lamar!
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Posttheorder.Gerald!
- Yes,Sergeant.
Get these bastards back doing what
they're supposed to be doing on the double!
Yes,Sergeant.
Okay,youheardthesergeant.
Fallintoformationrightnow.
Webb,getyourass
downfromthere.
Crane,getdownhere.
Getyourassdownhere.
Bean,Bean,we'reallwaiting
onyou.Comeon!
Hey,slim.
Youokay?
BEAN:I'mallright.
BRYCE:Don'tlethim
getyoudown,son.
Wherethehelldoyouthink
you'regoing,Bean?
I'mwarningyou,
thatrigisoff-limits.
Getbackoverhererightnow!
Webb,getbackoverhere!
I'm warning you! I'll gig
you for this, goddamn it!
- I'll gig your black ass forever for this!
- You do that, Gerald.
Stokes,that's
USGovernmentproperty!
Givemethatback!
Bryce,getbackoverhere!
That'sagigforBryce!
GigforLawrence!
Goddamnit,
getbackoverhere!
Oh, no, you don't, you fat
ass! You're not going anywhere!
Letmego!
Letmego!
That's a gig! That's a
major gig, you son of a bitch!
- Tight?
- Tight.
- Stand by to release the vane.
- Standing by to release the vane.
STOKES:Standingbytorelease
thevane.
Onyourcommand,
PrivateBean.
- Releasethevane.
- Releasethevane.
- Releasethevane.
- STOKES:Releasingthevane.
- STOKES:Thevaneisreleased.
- Thevaneisreleased.
Thevaneisreleased.
[PLANKCLATTERS]
[SCREECHING]
[LAUGHING]
BEAN:It'smoving.
She'smoving.
[CHEERING]
Whoo!
WEBB:Allright!
Whoo!
Wedidit!
Wedidit!
Yes,thewonderfulness
ofyourself,andyourself.
CorporalGessner.
Allright,Corporal,yes,sir.
BRYCE:
Whatdoyouthink,man?
Windmachinerignumber35
isofficiallyfunctional.
...Comedian.
Yeah,checkitout.
[SOLDIERSCHEERING,WHOOPING]
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
[WHISTLEBLOWING]
Thisisanemergencydrill.
[WHISTLEBLOWING]
We'llfreezetodeath
outinourskivvies...
Grab your boots and move your
black asses out that door now!
- Youheardtheman.Move!
- Quickly.
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
Ten-hut!
MCKINNEY:
Goodevening,gentlemen.
Isaidgoodevening,gentlemen.
ALL:Goodevening,Sergeant.
Congratulations
onyourpreparedness.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Thankyou,Sergeant.
We will continue with this
emergency drill as scheduled,
butfirst,
there are a few disciplinary
concerns which must be addressed.
- Gerald.
- Yes,Sergeant.
Agigtoeveryman
notinuniform.
- Gerald,didyourecordthat?
- No.
- What?
- Yes.
Imean,I'vegotitdown,
Sergeant.
What's the hell's wrong with
you, son? You with me or not?
Yes, Sergeant. I'm with
you all the way, Sergeant.
Lookatyoursorryass.
That's a gig for being out of
uniform yourself, you asshole.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- You'readisgrace.
- Yes,Sergeant.
- Getbehindthewheel
of that deuce-and-a-half on
the double, you shit for brains!
Yes,Sergeant.
MCKINNEY: Fall in on
the truck on the double!
Andmoveit,
moveit,moveit!
Crane,getyourfatass
upthere!Move!
Stokes!
Movethegoddamntruck!
Fallinonthedouble!
Moveit,moveit,moveit!
- Quickly,quickly!
- [THUNDERRUMBLING]
- Gerald!
- Yes,Sergeant.
Takethetruckbacktocamp.
Reporttoyourquarters.
Oh,shit.We'reintroublenow.
- Sayagain,Sergeant.
- Areyoudeaf,Corporal?
I said take the truck back to
camp. Report to your quarters.
Ibegyourpardon,Sergeant,
buthowareyouandthemen
gonnagetbacktothecamp
withoutthetruck?
- [GROANS]
- Don'tyoueverquestion
- my orders, you snot-faced brown-nose.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING]
I will not tolerate insubordination
from anyone in my command.
Nowgetyourassmoving!
Prisoners,ten-hut.
Leftface.
Forward,march.
Left,left,left,right,left.
Left,left,left,right,left.
STOKES:Left,left,
left,right,left.
Left,left,left,right,left.
Youpeoplecan't
marchworthashit!
I never met one of your people
that could march worth a shit.
- STOKES:Left,right,left.
- Iwannaseethatshuffle.
- Youhearme,Stokes?
- Yes,Sergeant.
Iwannaseethat
fancyniggershuffle
- andIwannaseeitnow.
- Yes,Sergeant.
SoulPatrol.
Getback.
Left,left,left.
[INDISTINCT]
[SOLDIERSGROANING]
Left.
Stepitout,stepitout.
STOKES:Quicktime,march.
Left,right,left,right.
- Moveout,moveout.
- Prisoners,totherear.
March!
Left, left.
Tried to pull a fast one
on the old Sarge, huh?
ThinkIdon'tknow
whatyou'reupto?
Halt!
Sneakybastards.
Well, now I've got a little
game of my own for you,
solistenup,people.
I'mnotgonnarepeattherules.
Fallout!
Nowhere'sthedeal.
Lots of talk these days about
the Negroes getting their freedom.
Well, gentlemen, now's your
big chance to make a break for it.
I'm gonna throw this clip over my shoulder,
I'm not even going to watch where it lands.
Thereyougo.
Seethat?
Sowho'sitgonnabe?
Comeon,youchickenshits.
Inevermetanigger
couldn'trunlikearabbit.
Whataboutyou,Bean?
Haven'theardaword
outtayouallnight,son.
Whatdoyougottosay
foryourself?
- Notmuch.
- Sayagain,Private?
[CLEARSTHROAT]
Isaynotmuch,Sergeant.
Oh,ho,ho,
sonowit'sSergeant.
How 'bout that? Front and
center, Bean, on the double.
So it appears that we may be
back where we started, huh?
Itappearsso,Sergeant.
Sowheredidwe
gowrong,son?
Sayagain,Sergeant?
Ireallywannaknow
wherewewentwrong,John.
I really don't know what
you're talking about, Sergeant.
Thehellyoudon't.
Sowhatgooditdoya
tofixthatoldrig?
- It hasn't stopped raining since.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
- Takecover.
- Hitthedeck!
BEAN:Sweetbread!
Goddamnit!
Wasistlos,man?
Hefoundtheclip.
Look,Sergeant.
Sweetbread...
PrivateCranewandersoff
allthetimeouthere.
He'snottryingtoescape.
Hedoesn'tknowwhathe'sdoing.
- Please, don't shoot him, Sergeant.
- Help.
Sweetbread!
SOLDIER:RobertCrane,
un-asstherig!
- BEAN:Spoon,getdown!
- Shit.
Getthatsonofabitch!
He'sreallytrying
tokillyou,Sweet!
- STOKES:Bean!
- Jesus.
BEAN:Oh,God.
Somebodyfuckinghelphim!
Oh,God!
Sweet.
Myman.
BRYCE:Rightintheface!
MyGod.
[BRYCESOBBING]
Sweet...!
Comeon,man.Comeon.
[SCREAMS]
LAMAR:Lookslike
you'reouttahere,Bean.
TheCOcommutedyoursentence.
MAN:Comeon,guys.
Let'sgo.
[INDISTINCTCHATTERING]
PROSECUTOR:Iaskyouagain.
DidMasterSergeantMcKinney
sayanythingatall
to the departing prisoner Private
Crane during that critical moment?
No,sir,hedidnot.
ButIsayagainfortherecord...
Thank you, soldier. No
further questions, Your Honor.
Very well. You may step
down, Corporal Stokes.
Gothimonthegallows,Bean.
DEFENSE ATTORNEY: You said
yourself that Master Sergeant McKinney
rarelycametotheworkfarm,
isn'tthatso?
Yes, sir.
Therefore he wouldn't have
known about Private Crane's
unusualbehavior
ofconstantlywanderingoff
andhecould'veassumed
that Private Crane was in fact
escaping, now, isn't that so?
No, sir.
Now, why are you so
certain of that, Private Bean?
Becauseifhethought
hewasescaping,
thenwhydidn'the
givehimawarning?
Whyindeed?
Let's,eh...Let'sexamine
thatpointforamoment,
youandI,PrivateBean.
Youtestifiedthat
MasterSergeantMcKinney
gavenoverbalwarning
ofanykind
before he fired the
first shot, is that correct?
Yes, sir, that is correct.
ButIsubmittoyou
thathedid,infact,
- saysomething.
- No,sir.
Somethingofextremeimportance
atthatcriticalmoment.
Somethingthatyou,
infact,didhear.
Isn'tthatso,PrivateBean?
[THUNDERRUMBLING]
Help.
Maybehe...
TellColonelClark,please,
justexactlywhatitwas
thatMasterSergeantMcKinney
said
beforehefiredthefirstshot.
STOKES:
Gothimonthegallows,Bean.
Gothimonthegallows.
Hesaid... hesaid, "Help."
Wouldyoukindly
speakup,PrivateBean?
- We... wecannothearyou.
- [CLEARSTHROAT]
Isaid...
Hesaid, "Help."
- Hesaid, "Help"?
- Yes,sir,buthesaidit...
- Hesaid, "Help."
- Yes,sir,hedid.
"Help",beforehefired
anyshot.
Yes,sir,hedid,butnot
thewayyou'remakingitsound.
He... Hewassortof
talkingtohimself.
So... So,PrivateBean,
thenyoumusthavebeen
rightnexttoSergeantMcKinney
whenhesaid, "Help."
Oh, no. No, sir, I was... I
was at least 30 feet away.
Ah,youwerethen
30feetaway
andyouheardhimyell, "Help."
Hedidn'tyellit,
hejustsaidit.
At30feet,Private,
it'scalledayell.
Colonel Clark, it is obvious
that Master Sergeant McKinney
found himself alone and isolated
in a desperate, dangerous situation.
Hediscoversaprisoner
whoisoff-limits.
Hecallsforhelp
fromthefiveotherprisoners.
Heiscompletelyignored.
Hethenfires
sevenwarningshots.
Theprisonerfailstohalt.
He'sleftwithnoalternative.
STOKES:Prisoners,ten-hut.
Lookingmightywhite
today,slim.
Looks like McKinney's gonna get himself
another combat ribbon for killing Sweet.
I'msorry,man.
Hey,Ihadtotellthetruth.
Itwaspartlymyfault.
Ipushedit.
SOLDIER: Move it!
I should've known
he'd do something crazy.
Ikeptpushingit.
I'msorry!
Hearme?I'msorry!
Sorry!
Don'tfeelbad,son.
Youhadnochoice
buttotellthetruth.
Otherwise,youwould've
committedperjury.
Andjustwhatisperjury?
- Iknowhowyoufeel,Private.
- No,youdon't,Captain.
Hey, man. I'm sorry. They
don't wanna see you or anyone.
ButI'mgoingtoVietnam
thedayaftertomorrow.
Itoldthemthat,too.
Nodice.
Allright.
Canyougivethem
thisstuffforme
andjusttell'em
Isaidgoodbye?
Willdo.
TellStokesIgothisbread.
Seeya,man.
[BALLBOUNCING]
Thomas,wegotasoldier
toseeSergeantMcKinney.
- Roger, Jose.
- You can pick this up on your way out.
[FAINTLY]Okay.
[TAPPINGONDOOR]
Excuseme,Sergeant.
Youhaveavisitor.
PrivateBeanhere
toseeyou.
I'llberightoutside.
[TAPS]
STOKES:
Left,right,left,right.
Left,right,left,
right,left,right.
Prisoners,halt!
- [BUGLEPLAYING]
- Half-left,face.
Andsalute.
[CANNONFIRES]
Half-rightface.
STOKES:Left,left,
left,right,left.
SOLDIERS:
Left,right,left,right.
STOKES:Columnright.
March.
- Hey,nohardfeelings,Bean.
- Meeither,man.
- Goodluckin'Nam.
- Thanks,Gerald.
- Watchyourselfoverthere.
- Iwill.
- Wasistlos?
- SoulPatrol.
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow...
Hey,fella.
Youforgotsomething.
Allintime,man.
Hey,don'tsweatthe'Nam.
Justgetwiththebrothers
andthey'lllookafteryourass.
Anddon'tletnobody
takenothingfromyou.
Allright.
Becool,Bean.
You,too,Webb.
Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow
That'sthesoundofthemen
Workingonthechain
Gang
- Threestepstotherear.
- Ooh,ahh
- Oh, don't you know -
That's the sound of the men
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow
That'sthesoundofthemen
- Workingonthechain
- OneP.
- ForSweet.
- Gang
- Comeonnow.
- Ooh,ahh
- Private Bean, fall in on the cadence.
- Ooh, ahh
- Oh, don't you know... -
That's the sound of the men
- Getback.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Oh, don't you know -
That's the sound of the men
- Workingonthechain
- OnePforSweet.
- Gang
- Comeon.
- Ooh,ahh
- Twotimestotherear.
- Ooh,ahh
- Oh,don'tyouknow
- That's the sound
of the men - Get back.
- Workingonthechain
- Onemore.
- Gang
- Oh,don'tyouknow
That'sthesound
ofthemen...
Lord,youknow
ThatI'vebeenbad
Sothere'snouse
Inlyingtomyself
HeavenlyFather
Pleaseforgiveme
Ireallydon'twant
Todestroymyself
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
Lord,sometimes
IfeellikeSamson
Youknowtheworld
HassomanyDelilahs
AlmightyGod
Givemejust
Alittlemoretime
Torightallthewrong
ThatIhavedone
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
Andwe'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
Andbyandby
We'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
Oh,whenIcome
Totheendofmyjourney
Wearyoflife
Thebattleiswon
Carrymystaff
Thecrossofredemption
Andwe'llunderstandit
Betterbyandby
[INSTRUMENTALMUSICPLAYING]