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Plot
1989. The Berlin Wall is about to fall, and the world is about to be made safe for the new world order. But outside of Stuttgart, West Germany, at Theodore Roosevelt Army Base, Specialist Ray Elwood of the 317th Supply Battalion is about to find his own cold war turn white hot. Elwood's a lovable rogue, a conscript who's managed to turn his military servitude into a blossoming network of black market deals, more out of boredom than ambition. Officially, there's his day job as battalion secretary to the inept but caring Commander Wallace Berman. On the side, there's everything from selling the locals stolen Mop'N'Glo to cooking heroin for the base's ruthless head of Military Police, Sgt. Saad. When a new top sergeant arrives, with the avowed intention of cleaning the base up, Elwood thinks the new blood is nothing he can't handle, especially after he lays eyes on the top's daughter, rebellious Robyn. But that was before he figured in the $5 million in stolen arms that just landed on his lap, Berman's jealous wife, an insane Turkish drug dealer, and, of course, the resulting lust, betrayal, and murder.
Keywords: 1980s, accidental-killing, adultery, arms-dealer, army, army-base, army-training, backpack, barracks, based-on-novel
War is hell... but peace is f*#!%!! boring.
Steal all that you can steal. A story so outrageous you couldn't make it up
Robyn Lee: [in Elwood's top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz SEC] How the hell can you afford this car?::Ray Elwood: Oh, I got a great deal. Mercs are a lot cheaper in Germany.
Ray Elwood: Falling. My worst fear is falling, falling like a bomb. You see, life for me is about distractions. I try to keep looking up and forget about what's down. But when I dream... I fall.
Ray Elwood: These were my guys. Fighting the dull fight. Soldiers with nothing to kill except time. They know that war is hell, but peace... peace is fucking boring.
Ray Elwood: There's basically two types of guys in the army - the motherfuckers and the motherfucked. Sergeant Saad is the third kind, he fucks the motherfuckers. Which is doable when you're the chief MP by day and the director of retail heroin sales by night.
[During an indoor game of American football, Parsons McCovey gets tackled and hits his head hard on the corner of a table. As the others argue about the game, Elwood examines Parsons, who hasn't gotten up]::Ray Elwood: Uh, guys... guys...::[louder]::Ray Elwood: Guys!::Kirschfield: [irritated] What?::Ray Elwood: Uh, just letting you know, Parsons is dead.
Colonel Berman: [reading a coroner's report] Heroin, cocaine, marijuana, lysergic acid, deithyl... whatever the hell that is, amphetamines, traces of barbiturates, estrogen. Estrogen? McCovey was on the pill? How could this be possible?::Ray Elwood: Well, he might have taken it by mistake, sir.::Colonel Berman: What?::Ray Elwood: The birth control pill. He might've thought it was something ele.::Colonel Berman: Well, fine, but he didn't take heroin, speed and cocaine by mistake, did he?::Ray Elwood: It seems unlikely, sir.
Ray Elwood: Sir, you've got to relax...::Colonel Berman: Don't you tell me to relax, goddammit! You're an E4, I'm a goddamm full bird Colonel! You don't talk to me like that. You understand me, soldier?::Ray Elwood: Yes, sir.::Colonel Berman: Oh, Jesus, Elwood, I'm... I didn't mean to take it out on you. Elwood, I'm sorry.::Ray Elwood: That's OK, sir, I understand the kind of pressure you're under.
Hicks: [inside the tank] What was that bump?::Walters: Oh shit, man. We just ran over a car, man, we just squashed a car!::Hicks: What kind of car?::Walters: A Volkswagen, a fucking Beetle!::Hicks: Oh, no. We squashed a beetle.::[laughs]
Ray Elwood: So how come they assigned you here?::Knoll: I put in for it. My fiancée is here on base, so we arranged for a transfer together.::Ray Elwood: Oh, how sweet. Who's she?::Knoll: Margolis, Carol-Anne. Private First Class.::Ray Elwood: You call her by her last name? What do you do, salute in bed?
Ray Elwood: [being given a big M-60 machine gun] The 60's a heavy mother.::Sgt. Lee: So am I.
Headin' from El Paso
Ridin' down the highway
Look out my window
What do I see
Some armadillo done gone crazy
Flew in front of semi
Man, looks like squash to me
Thinkin' 'bout my my baby
Livin' down in Houston
Wonder if that squashes armadillo too
Guess I'll stop in Greenland
And have me some ol' veggies
This highway will do that to you
I'm thinkin' Squash
On the highway
Coyote and Armadillo, Possum too
I'm talkin' Squash
Out on the highway
Vitamin D and A and B Complex too
I'm talkin' Squash
Domestic Animals
SQUASH!
Occasional Cat
SQUASH!
In the Winter it's frozen food
SQUASH!
I'm talkin' Squash
Winter kill
Out on the highway
Summer too
I'm talkin Squash
Vitamin A and B1 too
I'm talkin Squash
SQUASH!
Out on the highway
If you promise to do your part
we talk about social imperfections we talk about
wolves at every turn
we think about the comical direction i might've taken
if i'd never learned
there's no time for happy ever after there's no time
for walking in the surf
there are no words i could ever mumble that could
touch
the depths of what you're worth
and it's me who wants it all to be now to be somehow
perfect
me that wants it all to be right to be something
sacred
you write down your intimate perceptions you write
down your disenchanted prose
breathe deep the air of your existence anything to
understand the life you chose
'cause it's me who wants it all to be now to be
somehow perfect
me that wants it all to be right to be something
sacred, to be something sacred
and i don't understand the reason why; a cry for love
gets no reply
the refuse swirling at my feet, the fascination with
deceit
the politics of empty men, the confidence we all
pretend
the multitudes at every gate, the unexpected hand of
fate
and it's me who wants it all to be now to be somehow
perfect
me that wants it all to be right to be something
sacred