...to recover contents such as shoes,|socks and undergarments.
And now an item of special note.
Barring any change in the weather,|the softball game...
between the 133rd|and 4th infantry divisions...
will resume as scheduled|at the Ban Mi Thout Park...
corner of Viet Ho and Hguen|Van Theiuh streets here in Saigon.
Please make a note of it.|Excuse me.
Those men who lost equipment|in last week's rains...
are asked to contact|Lieutenant Sam Scheer.
Lieutenant Schneer-- Lieutenant Scheer|asks those men with waterlogged mitts...
to make every effort to dry them out|in the sun before requesting new ones.
Bookworms: Headquarters|Support Activities Saigon...
operates libraries at six locations|in the Republic of Vietnam.
American personnel can check out a book|in Ku Bai, Da Nang...
Phung Tao, Saigon,|Bien Wah and San Treng.
If you can't stop in|and select your own books...
write to the HSAS Library.
Ask for the books by author,|title and subject...
and your selections|will be mailed to you.
With the holiday season|rapidly approaching...
those personnel wishing|to spend Christmas cards home--
wishing to send Christmas|cards home to the States--
are asked to do so|no later than August 13...
due to a yearly mail rush|at that time.
Don't disappoint your--
watch the liberties you take.
Lost luggage:
regrets any inconvenience...
on transport carriers.
be personnel missing luggage--
Gerald Kleiner over at the 5th.
than four by five inches...
the contents of your duffel.
as all duffels look alike.
Those personnel with lost bag--
- All right.|- Hey, Sarge, where are the women?
- Airman Cronauer?|- You got it.
- Welcome to Saigon, sir.|- Careful. You could|put an eye out with that.
- God, it's warm, huh?|- Warm? No. This is a setting|for London broil.
I'm Private First Class Edward|Montesque Garlick at your service, sir.
Well, first thing, Garlick,|is you gotta requisition a new name.
I like you already, sir.
Actually, what I am, sir, is|your Armed Forces Radio Saigon|assistant who's in charge...
of orientation and billeting of|enlisted personnel, and company clerk.
Whew. I'm impressed.
- It's already started.|- I understand.
Dream on
Dream on
Dream about a love so fine
Sweet as apple-berry wine
Dream on
Dream on
This is AFRS, Radio Saigon.
by the United States government...
carrier frequency of 540...
- at 749 megahertz.|-Jesus, that guy's|as boring as whale shit.
Not really.|See, the purpose is to inform you|as to the radius of the radio waves.
- ...by Mantovani.|- Mantovani?
They play Mantovani to insomniacs|who don't respond to strong drugs.
General likes easy listening. You know,|I'm really gonna have to inform you--
Mayday! Mayday! Dragon lady|with incredible figure at 11:00.|Stop the car.
- I can't do that, sir.|- Oh, Edward, Edward,|you don't understand.
I've been on a small Greek island|with a lot of women who look like Zorba.|I never thought I'd find|women attractive ever again.
And now that I do, you won't even|turn the car around? Thanks a lot.
- You have a very important|meeting with the top brass.|- Oh! There she is again!
- How'd she get ahead of us?|- That's another person, sir.
Ah, she's beautiful and quick.|Speed up. Check her stamina.
This is incredible! Oh, my God!|They're quick, they're fast and small.
I feel like a fox|in a chicken coop.
We got a new man comin'in.
- Don't you understand, Dick?|- No, sir. Frankly, I do not understand.
Would you kindly|lower your tone, please?
Yes, sir.
I run this show, General. If anything|screws up, it's my ass in the mower.
I deserve to be notified|of any changes that are made.
Nobody's arguing that with you.
Look, I caught his show on the|Isle of Crete, and this guy is funny.
I damn near busted a gut laughin' at|him. And the troops, they love him.
This is a tempest in a teacup...
much ado about nothing.
For crying out loud, man,|this isn't brain surgery.
Don't get crazy over this, Dick.|We're only talking about a damn deejay.
Sir, there is no such thing as "only"|any more. Not now. Not in Saigon.
Lieutenant Steven Hauk|is our immediate supervisor.
He's a little goofy,|but he's okay.
Sergeant Major Dickerson--|That's another story altogether.
He was a commander|of an elite special forces unit.
He came to us because|of"prostrate" problems...
and some sort of social infection|that doesn't go away.
Plus, I think he got shot in the ass,|but I can't confirm that.
Anyway, he's the man|that you don't want to aggravate.
- Ed, are you always this happy?|- Cronauer!
- Sir!|- At ease. I'm General Taylor.
- Hiya, General.|- A real pleasure.
Listen, if you have any problems|here now, you come see me.
I'm the tallest hog|in the trough around here.
- Garlick, have you put on some weight?|- I don't think so, sir.
Why, son, the shadow|of your ass'd weigh 20 pounds.
I'll work on that, sir.|You're not supposed to address|the general saying "hiya."
- What's that, a new rule?|- No, old rule.
- That's Lieutenant Hauk in there.|- Who's the guy with the ears?
How're you doin'?|You could fly to Guam with those.
Uh, Airman Cronauer, sir.
You know, i-it wouldn't kill you people|to salute me once in a while.
- Sorry.|- Thanks.
I understand you're pretty funny|as a deejay, and...
well, comedy|is a kind of hobby of mine.
Well-- Well, actually, it's|a little more than just a hobby.
Reader's Digest is considering|publishing two of my jokes.
- Really?|- Yeah.
And perhaps some night we could|maybe get together and swap|humorous stories for-for fun.
Oh, why not? Maybe play a couple|of Tennessee Ernie Ford records.|That'd be a hoot.
- That's a joke, right?|- Maybe.|- I get it.
Where is this man's paperwork?
- Right here, Sergeant.|- Thank you, sir.
United States Air Force.|The hat does give you away.
- This is not military issue, Airman.|What sort of uniform is that?|- Cretan camouflage.
If you want to blend into a crowd of|drunken Greeks, there's nothin' better.
That is humour.|I recognize that.
I also recognize|your species of soldier.
I had a guy like you in the field|one time. He blew himself to pieces.
But not before his humour cost the lives|of three very fine individuals.
- I hope--|- You shut your fuckin' hole!
You're in Southeast Asia now, pal.|You got your cushy little assignment.
There's nothin' I can|do about that.
In time, you will|make me forget it.
You stay out of my way,|there'll be no problem.
But if you toy with me,|I'll burn you so bad...
you'll wish you died as a child.
- Am I being fairly clear?|- Yes, sir.
"Sir"?|I work for a living, Airman.
You will address me|as Sergeant Major Dickerson.
Yes, Sergeant Major Dickerson.
He reminds me a lot of Donna Reed,|especially around the eyes.
Hello, hello, hello.
This is your chaplain,|Captain Noel...
your radio programme|of personal beliefs.
Great and manifold|are our blessings today.
This great godly miracle|of radio...
really gives me the opportunity...
to speak to you on the air!
Sir, it's time to rise.
My God, it's Mardi Gras,|and I'm on the main float.
Come on, sir. Couple of weeks,|this will be easy for you.
- Oh, let me go back to bed.|- You gotta get up, sir.
God. What time is it, Edward?
- It's 5:30.|- 5:30. It's very early. I may have|to hurt you. Call me in five minutes.
No, you have to get up right now|and you have to get on the air.
- Oh. Fine. Fine.|- Come on, sir.
to a late-night talk show.
- This way, sir. It's just down|the hall and to the right.|- Yeah.
- You must be nervous, sir, huh?|- I'm not even in my body, Edward.
Don't worry about it.|It'll go great. This way, sir.
We still have a few minutes|before your show begins, sir.
When it's time to read the news, you|just take it off these machines here.
But regardless of what you read,|Airman, the Department|of Defence wants final say.
So every item's checked|by these two guys in here.
Guys, I'd like you to meet|our new deejay, Adrian Cronauer.
That's Marty Lee Dreiwitz.
He's impeccably clean.
This man has cleaning products|shipped in from Wisconsin.
He's also one of your roommates, so if|I were you, I'd think about suicide.
Sir, I-I really don't think that you|want to use any of those records, sir.
- We have a selection right here|that's prepared specifically--|- Hey, hey!
I've been looking forward to meeting|you. Listen, could you do me a favour?
- Can you say something funny|right this minute?|- I doubt it.
I'm with you, man.|I'm on your frequency.|Hey, let me ask you a question.
What is the appeal of Joey Bishop?
I mean, the man's not funny.|I know funny, and he's not funny.
Don't get me wrong. He seems like|a nice guy, but my father's a nice guy|and he's not funny either.
Joey Bishop. I wish someone|would explain this one to me.
Hey, incidentally,|you're on the air in about ten seconds.|Nine, eight, seven, six--
Hey, this has been "Fiction and Fact"|from Marty Lee's almanac.|And now, direct from Crete...
welcome the silky-smooth sound|of Airman Adrian Cronauer.
Good morning, Vietnam!
Hey, this is not a test.|This is rock and roll.
Time to rock it|from the delta to the DMZ!
Is that me, or does that sound like|an Elvis Presley movie?
Oh, viva, Da Nang
Why don't they get a rope and hang me
Hey, is it a little too early|for being that loud? Hey, too late.
It's 0600. What's the "O" stand for?|Oh, my God, it's early.
Speaking of early, how about|that Cro-Magnon, Marty Dreiwitz?
Thank you, Marty, for "silky-smooth|sound." Make me sound like Peggy Lee.
"Good morning, Vietnam"?|What the heck is that supposed to mean?
I don't know, Lieutenant. I-I guess|it means, good morning, uh, Vietnam.
And who gave anyone permission|to programme modern music?
Freddy and the Dreamers!
Wrong speed.|We've got it on the wrong speed.
For those of you recovering from a|hangover, that's gonna sound just right.
Let's put her right back down.|Let's try it a little faster,|see if that picks it up a little bit.
Let's get it up on 78.
Those pilots are going,|"I really like the music. I really like|the music. I really like the music."
Oh, it's still a bad song. Hey,|wait a minute. Let's try something.
Let's play this backwards|and see if it gets any better.
Freddy is a devil.|Freddy is a devil.
Picture a man going on a journey|beyond sight and sound.
He's left Crete. He's entered|the demilitarized zone.
All right. Hey, what is this|"demilitarized zone"? What do|they mean, "police action"?
"You know, she looks pretty to me. "
than a strong cup of cappuccino.
What is a demilitarized zone? Sounds|like something out of The Wizard of Oz.
Oh, no, don't go in there.
Ho Chi Minh
Oh, look, you've landed in Saigon.
You're among|the little people now.
The ARVN Army
Oh, no! Follow the Ho Chi Minh Trail.|Follow the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
"Oh, I'll get you, my pretty!" Oh, my|God. It's the wicked witch of the north.
It's Hanoi Hanna!
"Now, little GI, you and|your little 'tune-ooh' too!"
"Oh, Adrian. Adrian.|What are you doing, Adrian?"
Oh, Hanna, you slut. You've been down|on everything but the Titanic.|Stop it right now.
Uh, you know, he's really funny. You|know, he-he-- he's like a Marx brother.
Which Marx brother|would that be, Private? Zeppo?
- I don't find him funny at all.|- Zeppo? Isn't he the one with the hat?
Hey, uh, hi.|Can you help me? What's your name?|"My name's Roosevelt E. Roosevelt."
Roosevelt, what town are you stationed|in? "I'm stationed in Poontang."
Well, thank you, Roosevelt.|What's the weather like out there?
"It's hot. Damn hot!|Real hot!
Hottest things is my shorts.|I could cook things in it.|A little crotch pot cooking."
Well, can you tell me what it feels|like. "Fool, it's hot! I told you again!
Were you born on the sun?|It's damn hot!
I saw-- It's so damn hot,|I saw little guys, their orange|robes burst into flames.
It's that hot!|Do you know what I'm talking about."
What do you think it's going to be like|tonight? "It's gonna be hot and wet!
That's nice if you're with a lady,|but it ain't no good|if you're in the jungle."
Thank you, Roosevelt. Here's a song|coming your way right now.
"Nowhere To Run To"|by Martha and the Vandellas.|Yes! Hey, you know what I mean!
Too much?
- Nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide
It's not love I'm a-runnin'from
I know will come
'Cause I know you're no good for me
But you've become such a part of me
Everywhere I go your face I see
- Every step I take you take with me|- That is not what we programme here!
from the delta to the DMZ.
AFVN-- better than AFVD, which means|you have to get a quick shot.
- I get around
I get around
- Here's a little riddle for you.
What's the difference between the Army|and the Cub Scouts?
I get around
and down the same old strip
where the kids are hip
I'm on again at 16:00.
It's the Army.
We're talking out in the field today.|Hi, what's your name?|"My name's Bob Fliber!"
Bob, what do you do?|"I'm in artillery!" Thank you, Bob.
Can we play anything for you?|"Anything!Just play it loud! Okay?"
I get around
- 'Round
Ooh
with women that look like Zorba.
Whoo! Thank you.
"Those girls are just so pretty."|Gomer, are you here in Vietnam?
"Yes, I am.|Surprise, surprise, surprise!"
your daughter "Lynda Bird"?
"'Cause Lynda Dog would be too cruel."|Easy, girl, easy.
"You know, if you pick 'em up by their|ears, it doesn't hurt 'em as much."
"Oh, you're goin'|straight to hell for that one!
Here's an incredible coincidence.
actually the same person?
Somethin'real special now.
How's it goin'up there?
"Adrian, it's not goin'|exactly well.
There's a water buffalo jackknifed|up there. It's not a very pretty|picture. There's horns everywhere.
I don't know what to say.|We're gonna maybe drop in a little|napalm there and try 'n cook 'im down.
Have a little barbecue."
is to love a woman
is to love a man
Come on, baby, let's play
La-la-la-la-la love
today. Right now, it's Mr Leo.
I'm just very happy to be here.
for me doesn't work very well. "
Why is that? "Well, because you go|in the jungle, I can't see you.
I want to do something different.
You know, you go in the jungle,|make a statement.|If you're going to fight, clash.
Love your daddy with all your might
Thank you for that lovely tune.|That funky music|will drive us till the dawn.
Let's go.|Let's boogaloo till we puke.
That's about it|for the Adrian Cron Hour.
I'm gonna take myself|out of the driver's seat, but I'm|gonna turn you over right now...
to Mr Excitement,|a man with limp, damaged hair,|but nevertheless a fireball...
Dan Levitan!
and yours truly...
Dan "The Man" Levitan.
to any and all servicemen in the area...
for joining us.
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah, he's funny! I know funny.|This guy is funny!
Sensational!
- At ease!|- Hell, we already are.
Just cool your tongue, Airman,|because I intend to take issue|with your performance.
First of all, don't make fun|of the weather here.
And don't say that the weather|is the same all the time here,|because it's not.
- In fact, it's two degrees|cooler today than yesterday.|- Two degrees cooler?
Me without my muff.
- Muff! I tell you, this guy's funny.|- I'm trying to run a meeting here.
You know, I hate the fact|that you people never salute me.
I am a lieutenant,|and I would like salutes occasionally.
That's what being a higher rank|is all about.
Second--
- Second--|- Programming taste.
Programming taste.
Frankly, I found your "I love|a police action" remark way out of line.
How can you have the gall to compare|the conflict here in Vietnam...
with a glass|of cappuccino coffee?
Well, I was-- It just comes up.|I was trying to be funny.
- Funny is good. Funny is good.|- Yeah.
But then do it by using|comedy and humour...
not police action|and coffee remarks.
Furthermore, you are to stick|to playing normal modes of music...
not wild stuff.
Those we would find acceptable here|would include Lawrence Welk...
Jim Nabors, Mantovani.
- Percy Faith.|- Percy Faith. Good!
Andy Williams, Perry Como and|certain ballads by Mr Frank Sinatra.
- Would Bob Dylan be out of line?|- Way, way, way out of line.
Former VP Richard Nixon|will arrive here this week.
Dreiwitz, I've assigned you|to cover the PC.
- He likes to say PC|instead of press conference.|- And if you do hap--
- The lieutenant loves to abbreviate.|- And if you do-- And if you do--
And if you do happen to speak with him,|please be polite and to the point|at all times.
- Affirmative, sir.|- "Affirmative, sir." Good.
Okay. Who do we have slated|for live entertainment in November?
Well, we originally wanted Bob Hope,|but it turns out he won't come.
- Why not?|- He doesn't play police actions,|just wars.
Bob likes a big room, sir.
- That is not funny!|- How 'bout if it escalated?
- How about if what escalated?|- The Vietnam conflict.
The Vietnam conflict.
We are not going to escalate|a whole war just so we can|book a big-name comedian!
We can get Tony Bennett|or Trini Lopez.
I got it.Jerry Vale.|He closes the Copa on the 1 8th.
- Is that date firm?|- I got it from my niece.
Oh, come on. This is not the Catskills.|Get somebody good. Get The Beach Boys.
- Don't dick around here.|- Oh, we tried, but their agent says|they're still on the beach...
and they won't be off the sand|till November! Ba-da-bing!
Uh, well, didn't somebody|wearing my uniform and bearing|a striking resemblance to myself...
just say that that kind of music|was inappropriate?
Sorry, sir.|I haven't been to sleep.
The former VP|will be here on Friday.
I expect every minute of the VP's PC|to be taped and broadcast...
within 1 2 hours of his arrival.
Something funny, Garlick?|Well, perhaps you'd like to|share it with the rest of us.
No, sir. The former vice president|is a delight, sir.
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how|the VP is such a VIP...
shouldn't we keep the PC on the QT,|'cause if it leaks to the VC...
he could end up an MIA,|and then we'd all be put on KP.
- I would like to leave the room now.|- Oh, uh, yes, sir.
Oh, what a dip.
If you d-d-d-do--
- And if you do--|- And if you do--
Eddie Kirk here, and Ray Conniff jubilee|coming up in just a few moments.
I call it a jubilee.|Actually, it's a Ray Conniff featurette.
Three, maybe four,|back-to-back Ray Conniff classics.
We're here, sir.Jimmy Wah's.
This is the place where we|like to hang out, sir.
Real homey,|in an opium kind of way.
- Earl! Earl! Earl!|- That's Jimmy Wah. He owns the place.
Hi! Hi! Hi!|Hi! Hi!
- Now you say hi to me, then you smile.|- Hi.
Hey, you two Earl.|What about couple beer?
We'd love a couple|of beers,Jimmy.
- Are either of our names "Earl"?|- He calls everybody Earl.
Is it me, or is Jimmy|light in the loafers?
Let me put it to you this way.|He's got this thing for Walter Brennan.
He says he wants to|buy naked photographs of the actor.
- For three years he's been trying.|- Walter Brennan?
You know, Walter Brennan|from The Real McCoys, the TV show?
Well, well, well, Luke.|Well, well.
Anyway, there's this guy from|the 1 st Battalion, 2nd Infantry...
who swore that he could get him|naked photographs of the actor.
And I've been trying to tell him that|it's no-go, but he won't listen to me.
- Oh, God. Nude photographs|of Walter Brennan.|- Here your beer.
- Thank you,Jimmy.|- Right.
Any movement on the|Walter Brennan thing?
No, and it doesn't|look good,Jimmy.
He look good to me.
Ba Muy Ba beer|best beer in Vietnam.
Ba Muy Ba beer|only beer in Vietnam.
Try it.
- Oh, what happened?|- What happened?
Formaldehyde. We put in just a touch|of formaldehyde for flavour.
Some people get sick, yeah.
So if you have to be rushed|to a hospital, then when you return...
- I give you a free salad.|- Well, that seems fair. It really does.
- You'll get used to it.|- Maybe.
- There she is. Ahh. Any girl who wants|me this bad, I can't let her down.|- Where you goin'?
- The hunt is on.|- What is wrong?|- Ah--
- I gotta catch her|before she accelerates.|- You can't go yet.
You have to taste my spicy chicken,|cooked with ex--
Hi. How's Lynn doing?
I'm sorry. You look|like Lynn's friend from Toledo.
Listen, let me make it up to you|by buying a cup of coffee. Also,|tea would fall into that category.
I not think be not correct of way.|Please. Okay?
- What'd she just say?|- She said no, sir.
But, Edward, I'm in love.|You think she likes seafood?
Um-- She's getting away. Edward,|Edward, get the Jeep! Get the Jeep!
Okay. It's-It's|blocked in by a truck.
- You can stay here, sir.|I'll talk to the guys, okay?|- We don't have time. Taxi!
- Ahh-- Bikes!|We'll buy bikes. Si habla Yiddish?|- We won't buy bikes.
- There's actually|no rubber on these tyres.|- Oh, picky, picky.
Let's go, Edward!|Yaah, the chase!
Sir! Sir, we have to get some|dignity here! A little dignity.
Sir! Sir, this is--|This is not safe.
Sir!
Sir! Sir!
- Good afternoon, class.|- Good afternoon, Mr Sloan.
Uh, the last-- last time, in our|last class, we read chapter three.
You should've gotten the one|with the training wheels, pal.
I was almost killed.
A truck's bumper|was this far from my nose.
My whole life passed before my eyes|and it wasn't even interesting to me.
How am I gonna get to first base|with this girl?
I want to buy some butter|and some cheese, please.
It zoomed right by,|just like the way they say it does.
Stamp collections, pulling chickweeds|from my dad's dichondra plants...
arranging rakes by sizes|for my mom in the garage.
Even encapsulated in two seconds,|my life is dull.
- I find that very alarming.|- Edward, stay with me on this.
- How am I gonna get this girl|to go out with me?|- You're not.
This is a very different culture.|You would need very specific...
family-sanctioned introductions|in order to talk to this girl.
- Shh! Listen.|- We read not having in book.
It read-- read for my...
- the book.|- I've never heard rhymes like that.
I've got to be with her,|at least till she learns my name.
- You think the teacher'd|be able to date her?|- Possibly.
- But you would need very...|- That's just what I wanted to hear.
specific introductions.
What we're going|to talk about today is shopping.
Shopping for dinner, and the things you|buy during, uh-- in your shopping trip.
Specifically--|Excuse me.
- Can I help you?|- Yes. I have two months to live...
and I would like to teach|before I die.
I don't think you understand me,|Sparky.
It's all yours.|You got it.
Hello, class.|My name is Adrian Cronauer.
I'd like to get to know|all of you by having you|write down your name, address...
and your home and work phone on a|piece of paper and passing it forward.
Sergeant Sloan our teacher.|You not supposed to be in here.
I was sent here on very|strict orders from a colonel.
First thing I'd like to know is,|what subject this is.
- Is it English?|- Yes, it is.
And how lucky for me.|Thank you very much for playing.
Now, let's start off with the fact|that English is a fantastic language.
Let's try a little phrase,|uh, I like to call...
"My boyfriend's back|and there's gonna be trouble.|Hey-nah, hey-nah, my boyfriend's back."
Can we try that one?
Can we try "My boyfriend's back"?|Anybody?
This is not for you.
Why do I feel like|the Miracle Worker up here?
- This is a nightmare.|- Uh, I don't know dick.
Even saying that means|I don't know dick. I--
I can't really teach English.|That's what Sergeant Sloan's going|to do when he comes back.
I can only tell ya|about how you can talk on,|maybe, the real streets of America.
Like, if you're walking on the streets|of New York and someone says, "Hey!
Excuse me. I would like to buy|some cheese and some butter."
No. No, come on.
Basically, we talk, "Hey, man,|what's happening? Ahh, you look|hip today. Slip me some skin."
Now, if someone in|America comes up and says, "Hey,|slip me some skin," don't be afraid.
They're not a leper,|and they're not gonna go--
No. It means, "Hey, baby,|slip me some skin." It's a greeting.
It's like, "How're you doin'?|Nice to meet you. Slip me some skin."
Now, here's how you do it.|You say, "Slip me some skin."|Put your hand out there.
Then you go, "Yeah, there's some skin."|Now you do it to me.
Yeah! Then you say,|"Groovy. Yeah."
- Say that.|- Groovy.
Yes! Baby!
If something's really nice,|you say, "It's groovy."
Doesn't mean you're going like,|"Yo!" No. It means "groovy."
Try that one. Say, "Hey, baby,|what's happening? Let's groove."
Hey, baby, wh-wh-wh-wh-what's|happening? Let's groove.
- See you later.|- Mr Cronauer, I really liking you.
- Well, I'm liking you too.|- Thank you.
- You teach, um, uh,|American thing, okay?|- Okay.
- Play game of softball.|- Okay, yeah, well, we'll try|and do that if we get the equipment.
- You forget the girl.|- Whoa. I'll let her say no.
She is say no. That is what walking|away from you means.
- I'm interested in the girl. I'm not|interested in you playing Dear Abby.|- I know because she's my sister.
I would, however, love to buy you lunch,|maybe look at a family album. Come on.
- I not like you, sir.|- Why not?
I got a great personality.|You ask anybody.
You phoney, like American|and French before you.
Here to get something,|leaving when you not get it.
You come into my class,|so maybe we like you.
- You come for the girl.|You won't get her. You go.|- Okay, Sherlock.
Yeah, I bribed my way to|meet the girl. You got me, bang.
But hey, I like the class. I'm gonna|stay. Let's be friends, okay? Come on.
- Come on. Come on.|- You like me because of my sister.
No, I like you because you're honest,|because you're shorter than I am.
We look like a before and after picture.|Now, come on. Let me buy you a beer.
Sometimes your face look like a fish|in the Gulf of Thailand.
It's true. It's very true.|That's an insult, isn't it?
You can buy me lunch,|but please forget about my sister.
I know Americans.
See a girl with the type breasts they|like and they put her in a fancy car...
and they buy her some expensive food|and then lie about money.
- And then try and take her into a bed.|- So, what's wrong with that?
It's more devout here.
- Is there any food on this street|that doesn't give you diarrhoea?|- You wanting some?
What the hell is this?
Oh, she pour Nuoc Mahmm|noodle soup with fish ball.
- Didn't know they had balls.|- Eat.
Eat. I can't.|It's still paddling.
No, it okay. I not tell you okay|otherwise. You like it.
You see?|You don't trusting me.
I trust you, man.|It's just that I can't eat something|that looks like a cesspool.
You mad I not trust you,|but truth, you not trust me.
You want be my friend,|you trusting me. You eat it.
Hey, I'll-I'll be-- I wanna be|your pal. Here, okay. I'll eat it.
Dig in. Mm-mm.
Jesus! Shit! God!
Oh! Hot!|My-- Ow! Shit!
- This stuff is burning|the hair off my feet!|- Hot?
Hot? No.|It's fuckin' great.
- She say it's a little spicy.|- A little, yeah.
Isn't that funny?|You like that too?
A little of this? Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!|She likes the Three Stooges.
Hey, Moe! Hey, Moe!
- Oh, you are being silly.|- Ohh!
- You old enough for this place?|- I think so.
Hi, Earl!|Good to see you again!
- Look at the new friend.|- A little too young for you.
I want to show you|something very nice.
- Oh, really?|- It look wonderful.
- I can confide you?|- Sure.
Look at the shape|of that soldier ankle...
the way it so elegantly|curve into his boot.
Help me get some photo|of those ankle, I give you my bar.
- You're a very sick man.|You know that, don't you?|- Ahh!
Thank you.
Oh, God.
Ladies and gentlemen,|I give you the new voice of Saigon...
Adrian Cronauer!
Not enough for the car.
- What happened with the girl?|- It didn't work out.
I want to introduce you to someone|right now from my English class.
- This is Tuan. The guys.|- Hey, Tuan!
- Guys, Tuan.|- Hey, pull up a floor here.
Hi, Tuan.|Long time no "twee." Ba-dum.
- That's terrible. That's terrible.|- Those are gorgeous gals.
I've-- I'll never have them.
I've always wanted girls like that,|but I've always had trouble,|especially as a young child.
Who the hell gets laid as a young|child? And stop calling them "gals."
Cowgirls are called gals. Those are|gorgeous French-Vietnamese B-girls.
Don't ruin it by conjuring up images|of Dale Evans, all right?
Can you believe the shape|of those gals-- girls?
The one in blue.
Those behinds were designed by a Jewish|scientist in Switzerland, Dr Feintush.
- Dr Heimlich Feintush.|- We're trying to figure out|how to meet them...
- but nobody can come up|with any good lines.|- Wait a minute. Try this one.|Try this one.
Oh, girls, girls!|Come on over.
Pardon me, girls?|Excuse me, girls? Hello.
Hello! Come on. Yes.
Miss Southeast Asia
- Here she comes right now
- It says so in the memo.|"No fraternizing with these girls."|In the memo!|- Thank you.
- I will note your objection.|- Forget memos. Forget memos.|These are pretty women coming.
Here she comes
- This way, please.|- Hi.
Hello, I'm William Holden.
- Oh. Oh! Bingo.|- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.|If you believe in Santa--
- How come I don't get one?|- Dan Levitan. You've probably|heard my radio show.
What's your name?|My name is Levitan. Can you say that?
Hey, who brought in the gook?
I said, who brought in|the fuckin' gook?
I love you.
- A khaki eclipse.|- I better go now.
That's all right.|I did. Hey, come on now.
If you kick out the gooks, the next|thing, you have to kick out the chinks,|the spicks, the spooks and kikes.
All that's gonna be left in here|are a couple of brain-dead rednecks.
- And what fun would that be?|- Now's when they stop talking.
- Now, come on. Let me buy you|a couple of beers. How 'bout it?|- What, are you crazy?
- I might b--|- Shut up!|- Okay.|- Get him outta here.
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!|Come on now.
- You gotta prove somethin', knockin'|around little Vietnamese kids here?|- This is a GI bar.
We don't like gooks. We don't want|him here. You just get him out!
Everybody say "gook,"|but it's all right.
-Jump in anytime, okay?|- We're there.
I got to tell you somethin',|you know?
I've been all around the world, seen|a lot of places and a lot of people.
I have never ever in my travels|come across a man as large as you...
with as much muscles,|who has absolutely no penis.
Ooh!
He mean that as compliment!
Oh, shit!
That's it for you, asshole!
Call police, quick!
Talk.
These two behemoths were physically|abusing a Vietnamese national. I thought|since we were here to defend their cou--
So you start a brawl. Turn the place|upside-down. Real intelligent solution.
Do you have any idea how|ridiculous it makes me look to|have a man under my command...
start a fucking bar brawl?
You're not gonna|last long here, pal.
- You can always|send me back to Crete.|- Oh, you think this is a joke?
I can come up with alternatives|other than Crete. I'm real good|at stuff like that.
I got people stuck in places|they haven't even considered|how to get out of yet.
You don't think I can|come up with somethin' good?
- Can you envision some fairly|unattractive alternatives?|- Not without slides.
A bar brawl.|That's one, Cronauer.
You better stay cool. You better|not get involved in anything.
You better not even come within range|of anything that happens...
or your ass is grass,|and I'm a lawn mower.
- Am I being fairly clear?|- Yes, sir.
"Sir"? Do you see anything on|this uniform indicating an officer?
- What does three up and three down|mean to you, Airman?|- End of an inning?
Sergeant Major.
Now, you get the hell|out of here right now.
Jesus. Enough.|Please, I'm-- Ba-- Bag it!
Wake up, Mr Sleepy Head.|You are late.
Gentlemen, what can I say|but "hiya."
- Hiya.|- Hiya.
Okay, which one of you guys|is throwing his voice?
Oh, censor, censor, censor.|Join the Army and mark things.
Hey, come on. What kind of|news are you leaving me there?
Nixon, Singapore,|Lake Erie. Come on.
Come on. You're on|in, like, two seconds.
It's time for Adrian Cronauer.
Good morning, Vietnam!
Hello, campers.|Remember, Monday is malaria day.
That's right. Time to take that|big orange pill and get ready|for the Ho Chi Minh two-step.
and all things nice
Kisses sweeter than wine
and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine
and stares at my baby
We're back. Here's the news.|All the news that's new|and approved by the US Army...
the sweetest-smelling army|in the world.
Great Britain recognized|the island state of Singapore.
How do you recognize an island? Do you|go, exc-- Hey, wait. No, don't tell me.
Wait, wait. Didn't we meet last year|at the Feinman bar mitzvah?
You look a lot like Hawaii.|Didn't we meet last year|at the Peninsula Club? No.
Pope Paul VI|celebrated a mass in Italian.|Whoa! Call me crazy! He's in Rome.
You know, one day I want to meet him,|kiss his ring, and have it go, whrrr!
The Mississippi River broke through|a protective dike today.
What is-- What is a protective dike?|Is that a large woman standing by|the river going, "Don't go near there"?
"But Betty--" "Don't go near there.|Get away from the river.|Stay away from there."
I know we can't use the word "dyke." You|can't even say "lesbian." It's women in|comfortable shoes. Thank you very much.
Now here's the weather. We're gonna|go right to Roosevelt E. Roosevelt.|Roosevelt, how's it going?
"Adrian, I'm with somebody. Don't even|come here and bother me right now."
- Well, thanks, Roosevelt.|Can't you give us a little weather?|- "Not now, man.
I'm on the balcony,|I'm trying to score. Back off."
Well, what's the weather like?|"You got a window? Open it."
Thank you, Roosevelt. We'll have to|go to someone else for the weather.
I guess we'll have to go all the way|to Washington Weather Central|to Walter Cronkite.|Walter, what's the weather like?
"I just want to begin by saying|to Roosevelt E. Roosevelt...
'What it is, what it shall be,|what it was.'
Weather out there today|is hot and shitty...
with continued hot and shitty|in the afternoon.
Tomorrow a chance of continued|crappy with a pissy weather|front coming down from the north.
a snake's ass in a wagon round-up. "
Okay, we're gonna hit some songs|at you right now. Comin' your way!
What the hell was that?|Crappy weather, shitty weather?
- Comedy, sir.|- Comedy? No, no. This is not comedy.
- Comedy is fun, it's antics,|hysterical-type things.|- Hysterical-type things?
- Airman Cronauer|requesting you to elaborate, sir.|- Antics, damn it.
Comedy of errors, like|the Keystone Cops falling down.|General wackiness like that.
Falling down, that's a sight gag.|How would anyone see you|fall down on the radio, sir?
on the radio, sir.
- See, sir?|- What I mean is in the spirit|of the Keystone Cops.
- Sir, it wouldn't work, I don't think.|- I don't think anybody would|see you fall through a radio, sir.
- I-I-I-I-- If a field radio--|- What are you doing here?
- Well, I thought I'd come|and help smooth things out--|- Don't help and don't smooth.
And you-- You are not funny,|but you are a maniac...
and you'd better start|changing your life.
Sir?
Thank you for that|constructive criticism. It's--
It's a privilege to take comedy notes|from a man of your stature.
Fine.Just don't|let it happen again.
Whoa.
In the dictionary under "asshole,"|it says "See him."
Why am I here? All right, we're gonna|play some music for you right now.
Here we go. Here's a little|James Brown comin' your way.
Baby, help me, please.
Whoa, I feel good
I knew that I would, now
I feel good
I knew that I would, now
So good
I got you
- Ow|- Ow! Ow! Back again.
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can do no wrong
And when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm
Like sugar and spice
I feel nice
- Like sugar and spice|- Sugar and spice!
- So nice|- So nice!
- I got you
- I feel good|- Tell 'em, James. Hurt 'em now.
- I knew that I would, now|- Good God, help me!|Work through it. Ow!
I feel good
I knew that I would
So good
- Sir, Walter Cronkite|lives in New Jersey.|- It was a joke, sir.
- Yes!|- Sarcasm, sir.|- Up in Bergen County.
- That's a form of humour, sir.|Yes, sir.|- Oh, it's Hackensack!
- Yes, sir.|- How do I know?|- I'll make sure he gets the message.
- We're pretty happy with him,|too, sir. Thank you.|- Yes, I'm sure that wasn't|Walter Cronkite.
- I will tell him, sir.|- Didn't I speak to you before?|- Okay, sir. Thank you.
Very good! All right, now.|All right. Let's recap now. Okay.
- If someone is not telling the truth,|you say that they are full of--|- Shit!
- Shit.|- Yes! Okay.
If someone is making you angrier|and angrier, therefore you have--
- Pissed me off.|- Pissed me off!
Okay.Join the others if you can.|All right. Let's see--
If you say that, hey, some people in|a car-- some gypsies, they cut you off.
- All of a sudden you--|- Flip them the bird.|- The bird!
Very good. Okay. Now we got|a special situation right now.
Okay, there's a Puerto Rican waitress.|She comes over, brings you|a little thing of red soup.
She's got some tomato soup.|Oh, she slips, she spills it...
on your brand-new gaberdine pants that|you paid more than a colour TV for.
- You're a little angry,|so you say to her-- Minh?|- Uh, look what you did...
and god damn it|and stupid and crap.
That's stupid.|You don't call someone crap.
No, you step on crap.|You don't call it to a person.
- You can step on crap. I know you can.|- Yes, but they can be full of shit.|He said.
No, no. You see, you-you-you step|in shit. You can be full of crap.
I'm pretty sure you can step in crap.|I once saw it in a French movie.
How can some person look like a shit?|It impossible.
I think-- Okay, let's stop with the--|We can stop with the debate|on the great ca-ca right now.
Let's try a very special situation.|Wilkie, somethin' special, okay?|You go into a restaurant, okay?
A waitress comes up to you. You're, eh--|You're wearing your best new suit.
She comes up, she spills soup|all over you, looks at you like...
"Eh, I'm sorry.|What are you gonna do about it,|asshole?" What do you say to her?
What would you say? They spilled|something on your pants. What would|they do? What would you do?
I do nothing.
Come on, Wilkie. It's cursing class.|You're gettin' a little pissed off.|What would you do?
I just remain reticent.
Okay, she goes in the kitchen, she gets|a knife, she starts stabbing you.
She's stabbing you.|She's putting forks in you.|She's got spoons in your eyes, Wil.
They're startin' to cut you with knives.|They're puttin' spoons in your eyes.|What would you do, Wil?
- What would you do?|- I'm waiting to die.
Mr Cronauer, we like your lessons|better than the book's.
- When we play baseball?|- When you teaching us softball?
Well, first we have to have|a little spring training, and when|I think you're ready, I'll try.
- Where are you come from?|- Queens. Bayside, Queens.
- What are Queens?|- Tall, thin men who like show tunes.
No? Big men with moustaches|named Mary who wear mascara.
Yeah, lakai!
What is a lakai?
Relax, already, crazy American.
- I make a date with you|and Trinh tomorrow.|- You did?
Nearby the larch tree, near Viet Hoa,|by the food and flower vendors where you|burn your mouth on the noodles.
- Where's that?|- The noodles, remember?
- When you burn your mouth.|- Oh, gosh, yeah.|- But I warn you: you not like it|when you get there.
- You say it ridiculous.|- Why? That's the most|ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
- Hi.|- Hi!
Oh, God.|This could be very ugly. Hi.
Chaperons.
In Vietnam, family often come...
to meet someone--|to meet someone.
Hello. Hey.|Well, the gang's all here, huh?
Oh, God, help me.|This is wonderful.
Well, you know,|you're very beautiful.
You're also very quiet.
And I'm not used to girls being|that quiet unless they're medicated.
Normally I go out with girls|who talk so much you could|hook 'em up to a wind turbine...
and they could power|a small New Hampshire town.
You talk, I think, very much.
Well, you-- you see, I'm not used to|going on a date with a grand jury,|and it makes me a little nervous.
Oh. I don't want makes|you nervous, "Cronow."
I knows you very nice.
And for trusting,|you is the best...
on the gently of what you say...
or never to be for both|the same and another.
Well, I had you there, babe,|but then you lost me at the end.
Hey, hey.|Hey, Uncle Phil.
Hey, there you go. Whoa!|Got one for you.
Hey, there we go. For you.|Here we go. For you.
Knock yourselves out.
What's 1 / 1 3th of a dollar|among friends? Come on.
No problem.|It's-- They're havin' a great--
Hey, listen,|I know there's no way.
But it doesn't mean|we can't have a few laughs.
Hey, I'll take|whatever you can give...
'cause I'm just happy|to be with you.
You want to see a movie|or somethin'?
- We must to ask the people.|- Hey, that's no problem.
Attention, shoppers.|People. People, settle.
"Under the Boardwalk"?|You know that one?
"Shout" by the Isley Brothers.|You know that?
- You know any American songs at all?|- "Puff the Magic Dragon."
You know "Puff the Magic Dragon"?|Can you sing it?
Puff the Magic Dragon
- Living by the tree|- That's wonderful.
Hey. Twelve, please. Um--
Take a blanket made for two now
Add a boy and a girl
That's a game for me and you now
Yeah, let's give it a whirl
Beach blanket bingo
Beach blanket bingo
Beach blanket bingo
That's the name of the game
My thoughts exactly.
Why can't I read this?|It's what's goin' on here now.
- They'd never approve|of that being released.|- That's censorship, Edward.
- That's not what America's all about.|- We're not in America, sir.
Can we please not get into this right|now? You're in the middle of a show.
Jesus, you could put amphetamine freaks|to sleep with this shit.
Got an "Agreement on Guam"?|Sounds like bird droppings.|Oh, here's somethin' exciting.
"Hubert Humphrey visits Capitol Hill."|Sounds like a children's story.
- That's it. I'm readin' this.|- No, I can't let you do that.
Oh, Edward, don't you ever do|anything that's not by the book?
Not when I get into trouble.|No, I don't.
You know, Eddie, sometimes|you got to specifically go out|of your way to get into trouble.
It's called fun.|What's that? Come on.
Take some chances once in a while,|Edward. That's what life's all about.
- Find anything?|- No, I'll have to make somethin' up.
Hey, we're back. That last two seconds|of silence was Marcel Marceau's newest|hit single, "Walkin' In The Wind."
And now here are the headlines.
Ah! Here they come at you right now.|Pope actually found to be Jewish,|Liberace is Anastasia...
and Ethel Merman|jams Russian radar.
The East Germans today claimed that|the Berlin Wall was a fraternity prank.
Also, the Pope decided today to release|Vatican-related bath products,|an incredible thing.
Yes, it's the new Pope-on-a-Rope.|That's right. Pope-on-a-Rope.
Wash with it, go straight|to heaven. Thank you!
Ethel Merman today uses|a test to jam Russian radar.|Here's a brief test of that jamming.
Oh, I've got a feeling
That love is here to stay
When asked for a reply, the Russians|went, "What the hell was that?"
Here's a news flash.|Today President Lyndon Johnson|passed a highway beautification bill.
The bill basically said|that his daughters could not drive|in a convertible on public highways.
Hey, we got a great show|comin' your way today.
Former Vice President Richard Nixon's|in town. That's right,|the big Dick is here. Get ready.
I think there's|an incredible coincidence here.|I think he sounds exactly like Mr Ed.
You be the judge.|"I tell you this."
Now listen: "Wilbur, come in the room."|An incredible coincidence.
Some more songs.|Movin' on, movin' on into the dawn|with the Dawnbusters. Yeah!
- It's all right, it's all right
- It's all right
- It's all right, it's all right
- It's all right
The requests will be taken|pretty soon. Requests--|Where am I gonna take requests?
Where do you call from? "Yeah, I'm in|a phone booth out in the DMZ.
-And I think you're too fine
- You know, now, how I love ya|- Lock and loll, baby. Lock and loll.
How I love ya, believe me
If you want me, it's all right
- It's all right, it's all right
- It's all right
- It's all right, it's all right|- Believe!
- It's all right
Once again we've got our friend|from military intelligence.
Can you tell us what you've found out|about the enemy since you've been here?
"We found out|that we can't find them.
They're out there, and we're having|a major difficulty...
in finding the enemy."
Well, what do you use|to look for them?
"Well, we ask people,|'Are you the enemy?'
And whoever says yes,|we shoot them."
- It's all right
- It's all right
"It's very difficult to find|a Vietnamese man named Charlie.
They're all named Nyugen|or Doh or things like that.
- Coming home, it feels nice
Thanks very much.|Is it true that you've actually, um--
You're actually too close to some|of the nerve agents they were testing?
"Nerve-- uh, gas?"
Yes, have you used any?
"Well, once, yes, on myself.
And it had no-- Whoa! Whoa!|No effect on me.
I've had no actual--|Whoa! She-hoo!
Whoa! Whoa! Big dogs!|Big dogs landing on my face!
I don't know what that means."
Hey, that's it for me.|I'm outta here.
That's the end of the Adrian Cron Hour,|but I'm gonna turn you over right now|to Mr Warmth...
Dan "The Tan" Levitan!
Thank you so much, Adrian.
Adrian Cronauer, GIs,|a wacky and welcome addition...
- to AFRS, Radio Saigon.|- Nixon's press conference.
Well, wait till you hear it.|He's this far from sincerity.
Uh, no, man, listen. Let me just feed|my face.Just a moment. Come on.
- Where do you imagine you're going?|-Just gonna get|a little somethin' to eat.
You don't have time. You'll stay here|and drink instant beverage or something.
We promised our listening audience|Nixon highlights by 4:00 p.m.
I've been on the air for four hours.|I'm a little hungry.
- That's a joke, right? I get it.|- No, I'm actually hungry.
Well, I'm actually|giving you an order.
Oh, it's an order.|In that case, gentlemen, let's edit.
Thank you.|Mm-mmm, Campbell's.
Aha! Ha! Earl!
Ha, you again.|No more fighting, okay?
Oh, you got it.James!|Nice, shiny green suit.
- You look like an Oriental leprechaun.|- You like it?
I got it in Hong Kong...
home of the shiny|green suit.
there is no place for neutrality...
in South Vietnam.
is no doubt, certainly, in my mind...
will be defeated...
will be won.
suggested, give and take.
suggestion, sir. I'm sorry.
has no right to give.
- Why would Cronauer's voice|be on this tape?|- I don't know, Lieutenant.
to the Communists.
concise political commentary...
for the men in the field.
your testicles?
shallow, that they have no purpose.|- Oh, my God.
- That they lack the physical strength.
- Uh, it is unexciting sometimes.
that can transform you...
or possibly a very well-hung Chihuahua.
it's rumoured that you smoked marijuana.
back to the United States?
- By plane...
and also by automobile.
Mr Ed, because I know people love that.
Cut that thing off.|I said cut it off!
- Sir.|- Where is Cronauer?
- Still eating, sir.|- I want to see him ASAP.
- What, sir?|- As soon as possible.
- VG, sir.|- We interrupt this broadcast...
to bring you an emergency selection|of the Benny Goodman Orchestra.
taking him off the air.
and letters each week. Fan mail.
He's the first man in the history|of Armed Forces Radio to get fan mail.
Every GI in this country|is glued to his radio twice a day...
at 0600 hours and 1 600 hours|to hear that lunatic.
Sir, the man has got|an irreverent tendency.
He did a very off-colour|parody of former VP Nixon.
- I thought it was hilarious.|- Respectfully, sir...
the former V.P. is a good man|and a decent man.
Bullshit!|I know Nixon personally.
He lugs a trainload of shit behind him|that would fertilize the Sinai.
Why, I wouldn't buy an apple from|the son of a bitch, and I consider|him a good, close, personal friend.
Let's get down to business here,|General. What the hell's goin' on here?
We've got a mounting crisis|in this country. We've got|a deejay that the men dearly love.
If you two have personal problems,|solve them, will you?
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Thank you, Lieutenant!
Speak your piece, Dick.
Due respect, sir. I have over 15 years|command experience in this army.
Do you really expect me to run|this radio station with nothin'|to say and no way to do it?
Right now, yes.
Yes, sir.
This is not over yet.
If somebody wants you
- Why are you still here?|- Sparky. Sittin' back, havin'|a cup of formaldehyde here.
You say after you go out with Trinh, you|meet me to talk and discuss about her.
- There's nothing to discuss.|She doesn't like me.|- Yes, she do.
- No, she don't.|- She do liking you.|She want to meet you today.
- She's not far from here.|- I can't. I gotta be back|on the air again at 4:00.
You have to meet her today.|Otherwise you miss your big chance.
- Don't want to miss my big chance.|- Yes. Come. We go.
- You sound like you learned English|from Tonto. "Come. We go."|- Come on.
Okay.
- I still can't believe|she really wants to see me.|- Yeah.
I guess that beach movie|really impressed her, huh?
I gotta get her something.|Uh, what about bananas?
- No.|- No, that doesn't say|the right thing. You're right.
How 'bout--
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my bar!|Why they do that?
Get back!
- You can't just leave 'em in|this shit here. Come on.|- This boy's gone.
Let's go. Come on.|Come on.
Get back.
lapping the outside of the building.
Hey, where's he going?
What do you think you're doing?|You know you're forbidden to read|anything not checked by this office.
- What's there to check?|I was there. It happened.|- Airman, you know the rules.
If this is a legitimate news story,|it must go through proper channels.
Listen, Tweedle-dee,|it's an actual event. Where do you|think this came from, shaving?
It's the truth.|I just want to report the truth.|It'd be a nice change of pace.
- What's goin' on here?|- Sir, will you listen to me?
This is not official news, Airman. As|far as I'm concerned, it didn't happen.
- It did happen and I was--|- You shut your mouth.
What are you afraid of, Dickerson?|People might find out|there's a war goin' on?
This news|is not official, Airman.
You want everyone going under|the assumption it's perfectly|safe here, don't you? Well, it's not.
The fighting's not just in the hills.|It's downtown. It's a couple|of fuckin' blocks--
I said it is none of|your goddam business!
I see your point.|I'm sorry.
I guess I get inside, hit these|air conditioners, I get a little dizzy.
Thanks for settin' me straight.|I'll be okay.
Marty Lee, filling in for my buddy...
your requests, will return tomorrow.
for the King Kong of Saigon...
Adrian Cronauer.
Good morning, Vietnam!
but that's my trademark...
sounds too depressing.
right now to the news.
From England, today,|Princess Margaret threw a shoe!
Easy, Madge. Also, uh, Elizab--|Queen Elizabeth, Liz-- Elizabeth Taylor!
Elizabeth Taylor.|She's still married after six months.
Way to go, Liz. Yea!
All right! In Saigon today,|according to official sources...
nothing actually happened.
One thing that didn't officially happen|was a bomb didn't officially explode|at 14:30 hours...
unofficially destroying|Jimmy Wah's Cafe.
- Get him out of there.|- Three men were unofficially|wounded, and two men...
at this time are unofficially dead.|- It's locked!
and fire department responded...
what's believed to be unofficial|at this present moment.
- Turn the power off in that studio.|- But his show is--|- Turn it off! Now!
I just wanted|to think that you should--
The man should be|court-martialed, sir.
You think this is the most serious set|of affairs I have to address this week?
- Well, it's not.|- I can't believe you're|gonna pass on this, General.
- The man is a goddamned subversive.|- He made a mistake, Dick.
Mistake, sir? I don't want to be around|when he broadcasts US troop movements|to the other side.
I run the station according to strict|guidelines set by military intelligence.
Military intelligence?|There's a contradiction in terms.
Sir, the man is|a walking keg of dynamite.
In the eight weeks he's been on|the air, General, he's disobeyed|orders as to style and content.
He's read unofficial news.|What's he gonna be like in six months?
What's he gonna be like when|he's ten times as popular, General?
- How easy is it gonna be|to get him off the air then?|- Who'll do the Cronauer show?
Well, Hauk can do it, sir,|till I find a replacement.
- Okay, for now, suspend him.|- Sir, you've made the correct choice.
Right here, right here on our show,|Diana Ross and the "Suprawns."
Set me free why don't you, babe
why don't you, babe
You just keep me steamin'on
Thank you very much. Let me introduce|the members of the band. Larry, Pisces.
Thank you very much.
- What'd he say?|- He say you drink too much already.
Well, tell him I drink|so I can be this funny.
It's not funny at all,|he said.
Tell him thanks. It's nice|to bomb in another language.
You will get sick|if you drink some more. Come on.
My village not too far from here.|You could come there for resting.
You could see|how we live.
Listen, Sparky, I don't think|seeing your little production of|Our Town is gonna cheer me up.
- You see Trinh there.|- I'll drive.
Red leather, yellow leather.|Red-- Led--
- Sir, sir.
i-it's not funny, sir. It's sad.
do comedy. It's not in your blood.
Comedy is what you make it.
of great material. Right, Abersold?
be hittin' bottom, sir.
If it isn't funny, then why did I|hear you laughing when you typed it?
of something else.
Thank you for your support.|Now I've got a show to do.
Ask around.
with all due respect...
you might lay an egg-- I mean a big egg.
you're it. But hey, such is life.
with power tools.
exciting sound of Petula Clark.
-Of the Beach Boys.
Marty Lee Dreiwitz.
temporary assignment...
a surprise for you.
- Please welcome to the microphone...
of oral, the Westmoreland of wit...
swingin' Steven Hauk!
And greetings.
Then--
Lieutenant Steve!"
"It's me, your old pal Frenchy. "
Listen, Frenchy, let me ask you|something. Do you like good food?
"Oh, but of course.|Uh, the French love good food."
Well, then, I guess that would|make you an "Eatie Gourmet."
"Oh, ho, ho, ho, Lieutenant Steve."
- Oh, Frenchy.|- "Oh, ho, ho, Lieutenant Steve."
Frenchy. You know,|I really shouldn't kid Frenchy...
because sometimes he|"Stan Getz" mad at me...
and he could "Al Hirt" me.
"Uh, Lieutenant Steve,|let's play some music."
Okay, Frenchy.|What would you like to hear?
"Well, uh, I love a good polka|as much as the next man."
Well, a good polka it is|for my good friend Frenchy.
I think some apologies|are in order.
You're not gonna continue|this broadcast, are you, sir?
- What are they doing?|- Oh, they're Buddhists.
They're sitting|for peace, wisdom and knowledge.
They're waiting|for enlightenment.
This man lose one son|from blasting American mine.
His father and brother|was killed by French long ago.
I think it's not fair to him.
Look.
He's going,|"No big deal." Look.
when you got that moment when
wacka-wack, wacka-wack
be and you feel that the time you see
I know and I'm movin'
Look. Up there. Pull.
Pull.
You not understand.|You not.
We no future together, "Cronow."
My country, maybe no future.
Hey, I like you. I just want|to be your friend, okay?
- I know it sounds dumb.|- I-- I not can do this, "Cronow."
No. No friend, "Cronow."
Not good for, for me.
My brother,|okay, friends.
But Vietnam ladies not friends.
Please. Okay?
Not friends.
Great week.
That's about as good a polka|as you'll ever hear.
You want Cronauer|back on the air.
We've gotten duffel bags|filled with information asking|for Cronauer's reinstatement.
The men all hate Hauk.|They want Cronauer back.
He's an exhilarating personality,|and polkas are just no substitute.
- I think I see a pattern forming here.|- Sir, these letters are unequivocal.
Uh, e.g. "Hey, Hauk, eat a bag|of shit. You suck."
That's pretty much to the point, sir.|Not much grey area in this one.
We got one positive call from some guy|in Wichita who thought Hauk's comedy|was visionary and interesting.
The other 1,100 calls said that the man|can't do comedy to save his dick.
- That's a direct quote, sir.|- I've taken 90 calls this morning.|They just don't like Hauk.
From a marine in Da Nang: "Captain Hauk|sucks the sweat off a dead man's balls."
I have no idea what that means, sir,|but it seems very negative to me.
I think the troops are tryin'|to tell us somethin', fellas.
Sir, if it is my programming|choices, I can change.
I've been broadcasting|the polkas because I thought|a certain segment of the men...
weren't represented by Cronauer's|broadcasts of rock and roll.
But I can easily play|an occasional Gary Lewis record.
It doesn't make a damn whether|you play polkas or don't play polkas.|Military politics.
Nothing personal. The men just|like him better than they do you.
He maliciously and with purposeful|intent read unofficial news.
No, no, no, no.|He made a mistake.
We all make mistakes. Now this thing|is a delicate balance over here...
and I don't want it|dependent on a disc jockey.
The men want him back,|I want him back.
Sir, you heard from the men|who don't like my humour, but what|about the silent masses who do?
And as far as polkas, they are|a much-maligned musical taste.
Lieutenant, you don't know whether|you're shot, fucked, powder-burned or|snake-bit. I don't care about polkas.
They're rioting in Hue. We're bringin'|in thousands of troops every month.
Terrorism's on the uprise|in Saigon.
The problems of this country have not|one goddamned thing to do with...
whether you play polkas|or don't play polkas.
The men want him back.|I want him back.
Reinstate the man.
Sir, in my heart...
I know I'm funny.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
- There you are, sir.|- Please don't call me "sir."
It just came down the pike.|You're back on the air, sir.
- I'm not goin' on.|- What do you mean|you're not goin' on?
If you don't understand what I said,|maybe you should take my English class.|I'm not goin' on.
You're a very attractive man, Abersold.|Don't think I haven't noticed.
- You'll be bored, you know.|What are you gonna do with your time?|- I don't know.
I may go downtown, look|for a Vietnamese man named Phil.
Or I may just stay here|and listen to old Pat Boone records.
Try and find some hidden meaning|'cause basically I believe that|that man is a misunderstood genius.
Genius. What are you|saying to me?
I'm sayin' I'm through, Ed. I'm tired|of people tellin' me what I can't say.
This news isn't official.|That comment is too sarcastic.
I can't even make fun of|Richard Nixon, and there's a man|who's screaming out to be made fun of.
So fuck it. Sorry.
- Is he all right?|- No, Phil, he's not all right.
A man does not refer to Pat Boone|as a beautiful genius|if things are all right.
- Sir.|- Garlick?
I'd like you to collate these|one-minute spots prior to broadcast.
You have a problem|with that, young man?
Absolutely not.|I live to collate, sir.
Good. So do I.
- "Get A Job."|- Get a job. Again.
- Get a job. Right. You got it.|You're cookin' now.|- Sir?
- Edward.|- I'd like an explanation.
- On anything in particular?|- A lot of people|went to the mat for you.
Thousands of guys wrote in, called in,|tryin' to get you reinstated.
And I literally think|that you owe it to all of them|to get your ass back on the air.
If you haven't noticed,|the army doesn't really want me, Ed.
They've been harassing me since|the day I got off the plane.
So what? It's the guys|in the field that matter, remember?|Those are the guys that are dyin'.
Edward, I tried to tell the truth,|and they kicked me off the air.
I screw up once more,|Dickerson sends me into the field|with a rifle. I come home in a box.
What you do is important|to a lot of people.
Forget it, will ya?|Listen. I give up.
I'm gonna phone 'em in, okay?|Enough bullshit.|I'm outta here. See you, fellas.
- Buy you some lunch.|- Can't let you do that.
Listen, if I don't get to my class,|there's gonna be a bunch of Vietnamese|speaking in short, choppy sentences.
- Look, we gotta talk.|We gotta talk now.|- Not now, man. Come on.
I can't believe you!|What? That's it?
You're gonna leave the whole fuckin'|thing behind. You're gonna leave|everything fuckin' hanging.
- People are depending on you!|- Edward, please.
That's two nasty words|in one year.
- Forgive me.|- Hey.
Hey, you wanna give me a ride to school|or am I gonna have to buy another bike?
You're pissin' me off.
- What the hell's the hold-up?|- Check it out.
Garlick, will you cut it out?|You're beginning to sound like|a priest in a '40s movie.
We are not firing you|when the boys are dependin' on you.
- Gentlemen?|- What are you doing, Ed?
Hey, guys. Guess who the hell|I got in here.
- Uh-oh. Don't do this shit.|- Groucho Marx!
- Senator Dirksen.|- Hey, Curly!
-Moe.|-Come on, come on, come on. Guess again.|-Oh, bag it. Bag it, Garlick.
The fellow I got in here is|the gentleman, the one and the only...
- You're a dead man.|- king of the airwaves, Adrian Cronauer.
Hey, Peterson, get up here, man.|I think we got Cronauer here.
Hey, Cronauer, say|"Good morning, Vietnam."
Oh, give me a break, man.|It's too hot for radio shit, okay?
- Come on.|- Come on!
- How do we know it's Adrian Cronauer?|- Okay.
I'll give her the best shot.
Good morning, Vietnam!
All right! All right!
We love you, Cron!
All right, this is Adrian Cronauer.|I'm on at 6:00 and again at 4:00.
Hey, we'd like to welcome you|to Vietnam, the country|that is more stimulating...
than a strong cup of cappuccino|or an espresso enema.
That one's comin' right at you|right now, but first,|our fashion report from Special Forces|Sergeant Ernest Lee Sincere.
"Thank you. I think this fall,|the discerning GI is gonna|be wearing green in the jungle.
Why? Because it matches|with the green. I don't know.
The leaves, they fall upon the helmets,|says yes to me." Thank you.
Here's a little news flash|comin' your way right now.
We can't afford the teletype.|Here it is, comin' for you|right now. Quick news flash.
Former President Eisenhower,|actually cartoon character Elmer Fudd.
He was quoted as saying:|"Thank you, America.
It was fun being Pwesident."
Also, Gina Lollobrigida has been|declared the Italian National|Mountain Range.
Thank you, Gina. "Look out.|Look, I don't see the sun any more."
Let's play a little game show while|we're waiting. And who can tell me|who sang the song "My Guy"?
- Hi. Where you from?|- Uh, Boston.
- Boston, you know who|sang the song "My Guy"?|- Yeah, shit, I can't think of it.
Thank you for playing! "Yeah, shit,|I can't think of it." That's right.
You don't win the case of|fish balls and lizard testicles.|Thank you for playing anyway.
- Here it is right now.|Hey, what's your name?|- Patrick O'Ma-- O'Malley.
Patrick O-O-O-O'Malley. I don't know.|I'm just so happy. I'm O-O-O'Malley.
Oh, he's good.|I don't know. It's the Irish boy.
I'm just so full of semen.|I haven't gotten laid yet.
I'm sittin' out there,|and I'm the Catholic boy and I don't|know when I'll be gettin' laid.
- I'm just goin' off to Vietnam.|Where you from?|- From the Village. New York.
From the Village? Well, nice to have you|here. Nice to have you here in Vietnam.
Obviously, you just said,|"Well, fuck it. I'll join the army|and be with people in green."
- It's a special thing to do.|Hey, what's your name?|-Jimmy Wilkes.
-Jimmy Wilkes. Where you from,Jimmy?|- I'm also New York.
Ohh! Two boys|joined together.
Hey, said, "Well, I got drunk, man.|All of a sudden, I went for a tattoo.
Next thing you know, I'm on|a fuckin' truck. What happened?"
It's wild, baby.|I don't know what's goin' down.|But you're both from New York.
Nice to have you here.|Like, you just, like hangin' out?
- You're headed north.|Where you goin' to?|- Nha Trengh.
Well, you gotta be careful,Jack.|That's some heavy stuff up there.
That's like Newark after dark.|You gotta watch out.
There's some heavy shit|goin' down, baby.
You'll feel like George Wallace|campaigning in Harlem.|"Hi, have you seen my face?"
"Get yo' ass outta here!"|You gotta watch it.|What type of music do you like?
- You like, uh-- You like Little|Anthony? You like Little Anthony?|- Yeah! Stones.
- I like James Brown better.|- You like James Brown better. Yes, sir.
And the Stones. Oh, you like|Mick Jagger? Mick Jagger, right.
Do you think he looks like|a photo negative of Little Richard|or am I crazy?
Really. And that hair. I think--|I don't know. All right!
Gentlemen, I don't know--|Oh, my God, these lips!
My God, they're moving!|I'm gonna flap my eyebrows to death.
Look out. I'm singing, everybody.|I'm singing. Oh, get outta here.
- Watch out. All right.|Where are you from? Where you from?|- I'm from, uh, Cleveland, man.
- Cleveland.|- Yeah.|- Obviously, Vietnam's not that much|of a change for you, then.
Aw, nah.
You guys take care of yourself, 'cause|you all look like: I don't know what's|gonna happen, man. I don't know.
- What's this thing on the side of|your helmet? What is that thing|you're wearing? What do you got there?|- Here. Why don't you try it out?
Well, "Why don't you try it out?"|Look at this. Look at that. It says|here, it says what sizes you got.
You got large, medium|and Caucasian.
Look at this thing. A little|Italian party favour there. Oh!|"Oh, no, Bozo, boys and girls."
Look at this thing. Obviously, this|is goin' like, "Yeah, check it out."
Hold on. Look. How big is this thing?|Hold on. How big is this?
Black man's goin', "It's just for|the tip. That's all I need is the tip."
It's a bathing cap.|I just like to put a bathing cap.
Remember, this is the Vietnamese word|"Con Dum." Look. Italian moon launch.
There. Whoa, jeez.|It almost blew up in my face.
There's prophylactic everywhere, man.|It's not a pretty picture.
There's pieces of rubber|all over his face.
I don't know what to say.|You guys, be careful. What's your name?
- My name is Lewis Striker.|- Lewis Striker, Brother Striker.|Thank you, Brother Striker.
- Sean Donum.|- Sean Donum.|-Jay Snyder.
Feels like the Mouseketeers show.|Annette, Cubby, Roy!
Well, you guys, you take care|of yourselves. I won't forget you.
All right, guys, let's say goodbye|to the radio star. We're outta here.
Bye-bye-bye-bye!
All right!
Good morning, Vietnam!
here in Vacationland.
Everybody, time to get up.
Get up, wherever you are.
rise and shine!
Got some songs goin' out|right now to a couple of guys|on the road to Nha Trengh.
You know what I'm talkin' about.|Hey, Mr O'Malley, O'Malley.
You know.|The Irish Dolby twins.
They're out there. Special song|goin' out to you, right now.
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright, blessed day
The dark, sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shakin'hands
How do you do
I love you
I hear babies crying
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
- Oh, yeah
That was Louis B. Armstrong,|the great Satchmo.
Want to interview some GIs|in the field, sir? And play|those tapes on the radio?
God only knows|what they'd say, sir.
It involves Cronauer, which|makes me suspicious immediately.
An Lac. And Cronauer would definitely|be going along? Hold on a minute, sir.
G-2, Corporal Tiser, sir.
One moment.
- Route One-A, sir,|is the only route to An Lac, sir.|- Does that road have a secure status?
No, sir, it does not.|That road is Victor Charlie, sir.
- It is definitely not a friendly area.|- Negative, sir. It is not.
It is hazardous and, uh,|has been for about 48 hours.
Heavily fortified and considered|very unsafe, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, I recommend we issue|a 24-hour pass.
So this is the country where|they grow rattan love seats.
God, is it hot.|What a country.
Heat, humidity, terrorism. Still,|it's better than New York in the summer.
Hey, fellas,|how's the cough drop business?
You know, we haven't passed|too many checkpoints since Chon Thanh.
Why do you make every Vietnamese town|sound like a Mexican restaurant?
Britain imposed an oil embargo|on Rhodesia today...
after that country's unilateral|declaration of independence.
Gambia, Singapore and the Maldive|Islands join the United Nations.
Sertse Khama becomes|the first premier of Bechuanaland.
Pete Rose's three hits--
What do you think|you'll do after all this, Ed?|When you get out of the army?
I think I learned enough|about radio stations--
I mean, maybe I can work|in a station back home or something.
Really? Give me your best shot.|Lay somethin' on me.
Give it a go.|Give it a go.
This is Eddie Garlick comin' to you live|from AFRS, Armed Forces Radio Saigon.
Now funkify it. Give me some real funk.|Give it to me, Edward.
This is Eddie Garlick, com--
Good morning, Vietnam!
You're listening to Eddie Kirk|on AFRS. I have a big special--
to hear your requests.
to Eddie Kirk, right here.
Hey!
You fine. How you are?|Take you home.
You come out.|No problem.
Take you home.|Safe now from VC.
Hi. This is Marty Lee Dreiwitz|at Cronauer Control Centre.
Adrian Cronauer is on|temporary assignment...
and I'll be filling in until he arrives,|hopefully sometime this morning.
Right now, let's play a song|from Adrian's own playlist,|one of AC's favourites.
It's going to be an exciting day|of listening and learning,|so please, tune in.
"Sukiyaki," "Volare,"|"The Portuguese Washerwoman"...
- Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
down to New Orleans
Baby, please don't go
Baby, I'm done gone|- Hold it, hold it, hold it.
- What's up?|- I try to find "Cronow."|He don't show up in class.
He didn't show up for work today|either. You know anything about this?
Listen, jerkoff!
We're here fighting for your country!|Now where did Cronauer go?
An Lac. His pass say "An Lac."
An Lac? Shit!
- You okay?|- Yeah. Yeah. You okay?
No.
Come on, pal.|We'll make it.
- I have a hunch.|- Yeah.
Baby, please don't go
- VC. The fuckin' VC.|- Tell me somethin' I don't know, okay?
On that midnight train
Baby, please don't go
- How far you think we've gone?|- Ten, fifteen miles.
Think we've reached Cambodia yet?
How can you fight a war|in this shit?
I don't know where they are.|I don't even know where I am.
Can't see dick.|Like hunting with Ray Charles.
It okay! You can come out now.
If you here, I cannot find you|unless you talk to me.
It's too dangerous|staying here.
You don't believe it's me?|Okay. Flip them the bird!
- Tuan?|- Hey, there you are, "Cronow."
How the hell'd you|find us, Sparky?
Your Jeep.
We're obviously not in Cambodia.
Try it again.
One more time.
God damn it. Our Jeep gets blown off|the road, and his van won't start.
- That's great. You know why|we ended up in the same place?|- Why is that?
Your limp pulled us to the right.|We were going around in circles.
Stick with me. I don't want|to go around again.
We're not in Kansas|any more, Toto.
Listen.
Somewhere over there.
There it is, man. Yo!
Yo! Right there!
Yo, GI!|Hello, sailor! Hello!
Boogaloo, boogaloo! Hey!
To avoid razor burn problems,|always rinse your razor|with cold water instead of hot.
Your skin will look and feel|a whole lot better.
That's it for "Hygiene in the Heat."|Tomorrow we'll--
- Welcome back.|- Thank you, Sergeant. I've missed you.
I'm informing you that you're|outta here. I want your bags packed|and ready to go tomorrow afternoon.
- You don't have the power.|I'll take this right to the authorities.|- I am the authorities, you moron!
Oh, I got your pansy ass|in a sling now, Cronauer. Who's Tuan?
The guys who flew you in from An Lac|radioed they'd picked up a young South|Vietnamese boy with you and Garlick.
- Who is this South Vietnamese boy?|- He's a friend from my class|who risked his ass to save my life.
A friend?|Your friend is a VC terrorist.
Yeah, and my mother's|a werewolf, right? Yeah.
Tuan is also known as|Phan Duc Tho.
He's currently wanted by the|South Vietnamese police in connection|with several bombings in the area...
including the one|at Jimmy Wah's.
Surely you're familiar|with that incident.
Did you ever wonder how|a young South Vietnamese boy gets|into and out of VC-held territory.
It's dangerous out there.|Things just jump out at you.
And yet this boy can get in|and out without a scratch.
And what about Jimmy Wah's? Didn't you|ever wonder why you were pulled out...
just moments before|the whole place blew up?
Or are you normally|not that inquisitive?
Friends of Phan Duc Tho.
These three were executed shortly|after this photo was taken.
Your friend is next.
I don't recommend that you tangle|with me on this one, Airman.
There's not too many high-ranking|officers would be sympathetic to|a serviceman with links to terrorists.
The army is kind of|quirky that way.
A conviction on the charge of treason|against the United States carries|with it some penalties...
kind of on the stiff side,|if you know what I mean.
I have arranged for|an honourable discharge, provided|you leave without incident.
- Ten hut.|- At ease.
Cronauer, I'm sorry as hell about|this thing. God damn it, I like you, son.
I like what you do. Most of all,|I like what you've done for the men.
But facts are facts.
This could give the army|a black eye. I'm not gonna|cover for you this time, son.
Sir? What about the show?
We'll handle it.
I'm sorry, son.
Why'd you do this?
I don't like your style,|your politics or your sense of humour.
I don't like what you say|or how you say it.
From now on, the fighting men|of Vietnam will hear exactly|what they're supposed to hear.
You're on a DC-8 from Tan Son Nhut|airport tomorrow at 18:30 hours.
I recommend|you pack quietly.
That's all I have|for you, Airman.
You know...
you're in more dire need of a blow job|than any white man in history.
Whoa, there, Dick. Put the brakes on.|I wanted to wait till the airman|left to talk with you.
Uh, Dick,|I'm transferring you.
- Transferring me, sir?|- Mm-hmm.
- Where to, sir?|- You're going to Guam.
Guam, sir! There's nothin' goin'|on in Guam! Why Guam?
Dick, I've covered for you|a lot of times 'cause I thought|you was a little crazy.
But you're not crazy. You're mean.|And this is just radio.
"More dire need of a blow job than|any white man in history." That's funny.
Hey, Teacher! When are you gonna|teach us the softball?
Listen, I gotta talk to you.|Now! Come on.
- Mr Cronauer, I must talk to you.|- Oh, Minh, not now.
- Listen, you gotta tell me|where your brother is.|- Don't know.
Listen, his life is in danger.|You gotta tell me where the hell he is.
- No, I don't--|- Bullshit!
Listen. No more games, okay?|The army knows about your brother.
I have to leave the country|because of my association with him.
They have pictures of him.|If they find him, they will shoot him.
If you want to continue to have|a brother, you take me to him now!
Phan Duc Tho!
Get back here!
Know about|the bombings, Sparky.
No wonder you hauled ass.
You were my friend.
I trusted you.
You hear me?
You naive man, "Cronow."|You take a stupid side.
Now you have to go.|It's better off.
That's not the fucking point!
Understand me?
I fought to get you into that bar,|and then you blow the fuckin' place up.
Listen. I gave you|my friendship and my trust...
and now they tell me that|my best friend is the goddam enemy!
Enemy? What is enemy?
You killing my own people|so many miles from your home.
We not the enemy.|You the enemy!
You used me to kill two people.|Two people died in that fuckin' bar.
Big fucking deal!
My mother is dead.
And my older brother,|who be 29 years old, he dead.
Shot by Americans.
My neighbour, dead.|His wife, dead.
Why?
Because we're not|human to them.
We're only little Vietnamese.
And I'm stupid enough to save|your bullshit life at An Lac.
Wait.
We're here to help this country.|Where the fuck you goin'?
It's unbelievable.
Five months in Saigon...
and my best friend|turns out to be a VC.
This will not look good|on a rsum!
- You guys mind if I drive?|- Be my guest.
It's a simple rule. If the engine's|humming, it's already started.
Never fails. You guys mind|if we make a little unscheduled stop?|I got something I gotta do.
If you attempt to deviate|from the aforeplanned schedule,|you're under arrest, Cronauer.
Okay, everybody, let's play ball!
Go into conference.|That point. That fence.
- Okay, here we go.|- Go, batter. Go, batter.
Whoa! Headin' north!
Let's go! Was it a double|or a daiquiri?
Wait a minute.|All right!
Thank you!
Whoa. A little conference here, Wilk.|A little conference. Time out, everyone.
This not like a real baseball. It's much|smaller and harder than-- than this one.
You got me there, Wilk, because--|I'm sorry. We have no budget, you see.
And I gotta get on a plane,|and we have to do with what we can.|Give me your hand.
- Thank you.|- Thank you.|- Thank you all the same.
- Thank you all the same, and--|You wanna take the ball?|- No.
Okay. We gotta play, Wilk.|You're pitchin'. There's only--
I want to turn in the ball to the--|see, the original place.
- Okay. Let's take one more ball here.|This one's a better one.|- No, no.
- Not that one?|- No need.|- We haven't got a real baseball, Wilk.
- Bear with me, okay?|- Okay.|- We haven't got the money, pal.
- Anyway--|- Okay? Is that one okay?|- I accept that this is|a very good substitute.
- Okay. Let's just play|with the substitute then, okay?|- Okay.
- Okay.|- This is a deal.|- It's a deal?|- This is a deal.
Okay, take the ball with you,|then, Wilk. I'll give you money|if you take the ball.
- No.|- No?|- I'm sorry.|- Okay.
- I'm-I'm-- I've no money. Sorry.|- Is there a psychiatrist here?
Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
Yeah! Go!|Run, run, run! Okay.
He's not out till you have|both hands on the ball!
Keep your eye on the fruit.|That's it. Eye on the fruit.
Okay, on the fruit,|on the fruit.
- Go, go! Run, Minh! Run!|- Come on, Minh!|- Run, Minh!
Keep go-- Keep going!
where I belong
and the night are long
- Well, they walk and I walk
- They twist and I'll twist|- Hey, Wilk. Wilk, you got a base hit.
They fly and I'll fly
a-havin'fun
In that warm California sun
out on the coast
are really the most
and I'll walk
and I'll twist
and I'll shimmy
and I'll fly
havin'fun
In that warm California sun
Yeah, me too.|Hey, hey. Oh, hey.
When you look like Goliath,|so might you...
- You take care. Take care.|- beware of-of some-some David.
We had a great day.
Thank you.
Well, Mr Cronauer,|we, we thank-thank you for your|fine teaching about softball...
and we have learned a lot from you|and we wish you good luck and success.
- Thank you, Wilkie.|- Thank you.|- Thank you.
- Thank you.|- Thank you.
- You guys ready to go?|- Can you give me a minute?
Man, he's gonna say goodbye to|the whole goddam country now.
I want to say goodbye|before you go.
To tell you...
thank you for being so kind.
So many things not happen|the way you want it.
You so good person...
but I could not with you.
We are so different.
I say "tomato."|You say "xioh phoung."
See you.
- Staggers the imagination.|- Makes me unique, doesn't it?
- What a plus.|- Flip them the bird!
Left, right!
Three, four!
Left, left!|Left, right, left!
Left, left!|Left, right, left!
Left, left!|Left, right, left!
It was a pleasure making|your acquaintance, sir. Thanks.
- Cut that out, Garlick.|We're the same rank.|- What will I do without you, sir?
- Well, you carry on, Montesque.|- Carry on, Montesque.
Carry on. I like that. It makes me feel,|uh, British or something.
I've got something here|for you.
I want you to play this. It says|goodbye to everybody stayin' behind.
- I'll take care of it pronto, sir.|- You could get in trouble for that.
I requisitioned for a name change.|Trouble is actually my new middle name.
Well, I'll give you the old chuck|on the shoulder now.
It's a stupid thing to do,|isn't it?
You take care.
Ed, your fly's open.
Made you look.
Good morning, Vietnam!
This is Eddie Garlick|coming to you live from AFRS...
Armed Forces Radio Saigon.
It's 1 629 hours here in Saigon,|and Airman Adrian Cronauer|is going home today.
But he left a farewell message|for all you guys out there|still sweating it out in the fields.
So without further ado,|here's a farewell extravaganza.
Goodbye, Vietnam!
here. I got the lucky ticket home, baby.
Keep them wagons rollin', Rawhide
The final Adrian Cronauer broadcast.
by our friends at the Pentagon.
Korea? That's right. The US Army.
not being done by the Army.
you're here! Good to see you.
you don't say anything controversial. "
a marijuana problem here in Vietnam?
Everybody has it. "
Leo! Leo.
I just want you to know one thing.
civilian clothes, don't forget pumps. "
Oh, these are special.
'There's no place like home...
and you can be there. "
I hope we all could.