Dogfight

Waktu istirahat makan malam tiga puluh menit.

...70 orang terluka dan 34 orang dilaporkan hilang pada hari pertama pertempuran...

Aku serius. Sekarang.

...setengah mil di selatan batas wilayah selatan...

yang memisahkan Vietnam Utara dan Vietnam Selatan.

Dalam sepekan terakhir di Vietnam, dilaporkan 141 tentara Amerika tewas,

391 terluka, dan 47 dinyatakan hilang.

Berita lain. Di Washington sore ini, Kongres...

Hei, Birdlace. Aku mau perempuan seperti itu, kawan.

Kembali ke sini.

Bawa kembali ke sini sekarang.

Sialan kau, Birdlace.

Oh, tidak bisa. Kembali ke sini padaku.

Kau pasti akan menyetubuhi kartun, bukan?

Bersiap, kalian.

Bajingan mendekat, arah jam satu.

Berzin, para wanita.

Ini Fector. Dia ingin bertemu kalian.

Ya.

Bagaimana kabar kalian?

Jadi, apa yang bisa kami lakukan untukmu, Fector?

Donavin bilang kalian sedang mengadakan pertemuan kecil.

Aku ingin ikut, jika tidak masalah.

Aku tidak tahu, Fector.

Kami kelompok yang cukup elite.

- Bagaimana menurutmu, Birdlace? - Kau tahu aturannya?

Jika kau melanggar aturan, kau didiskualifikasi, uang taruhannya hangus,

tidak satu sen sialan pun kembali.

Kau paham?

Apakah kau punya seseorang untuk dibawa ke acara ini, Fector?

Tentu saja. Aku punya seseorang.

Terdengar cukup elite bagi aku. Bagaimana menurutmu, Benjamin?

Fector, kau punya uang lima puluh dolar?

Sial.

Menurut aku, dia kandidat yang sangat layak.

Sangat layak, sialan.

Baiklah, bagaimana menurutmu, Fector? Okie menyukaimu.

Sebenarnya, kami semua menyukaimu.

Artinya, kau diterima.

Acara dimulai tepat pukul 19.00.

Kau akan datang?

Aku akan datang dengan seragam dinas, sepatu tenis,

dan pelindung kemaluan berbulu sialan.

Percayalah.

Oh. Fector, ya?

Terdengar lebih seperti "efektif".

Cacat.

Bajingan bodoh itu masih mencerna makanan kamp pelatihan.

Pasti.

Diterima.

Dua puluh dua. Itu yang terbesar sejauh ini.

Kita akan bersenang-senang, bukan?

Ya, kita benar-benar akan mengalami sesuatu yang besar.

Perhatian, para penumpang.

Bus menuju Santa Cruz dibatalkan.

Bus menuju Santa Cruz dibatalkan.

Bus dari Los Angeles akan terlambat 20 menit.

Baik, kalian. Berkumpul.

Perhatian.

Satu pertanyaan, kalian.

Apakah kita bajingan atau Marinir?

Tuan, bajingan, Tuan.

Salah. Kita Marinir. Kita apa?

Tuan, Marinir, Tuan.

Dan kita bukan sekadar Marinir.

Kita adalah Empat Lebah.

Kita apa?

Tuan, Empat Lebah sialan. Siap, Tuan.

Dan Empat Lebah punya misi khusus.

Apa misi itu?

Tidak mengambil tawanan dan tidak menjadi tawanan.

Luar biasa, sialan, kalian.

Apel pukul 19.00.

Selamat berburu, Tuan-tuan.

Bubar.

Permisi. Hai.

- Hai. - Hai.

- Um... - Kakak perempuan, mungkin?

Maggie. Debbie sangat marah padamu. Kali ini kau benar-benar bermasalah.

- Permisi. - Uh...

Astaga.

Oh.

Permisi. Aku ingin tahu apakah kau bisa membantu aku. Aku baru di kota ini.

Aku pikir mungkin jika kau punya waktu, kita bisa melihat beberapa tempat.

Jembatan Golden Gate...

Pelacur.

Permisi. Aku tidak sengaja mendengar.

Aku juga baru di kota ini.

Tapi aku punya peta. Kau ingin ke mana?

Terima kasih, tapi aku tidak tertarik.

Maksud aku, tidak, aku tidak butuh bantuanmu.

Aku harus pergi.

- Di mana dia? - Kau bicara padaku?

Ya, Nyonya, aku bicara padamu dan aku ingin tahu di mana dia.

- Siapa? - Suamimu.

Aku tidak punya suami.

- Kau tidak punya suami? - Tidak.

Di mana pacarmu?

Aku tidak punya pacar. Apa yang kau inginkan?

Kau lesbian?

Tidak.

Maksudmu, perempuan secantik dirimu

tanpa suami, tanpa pacar...

Kau pasti lesbian.

Tidak, aku hanya sendirian di sini.

Sekarang tidak lagi. Namaku Buell.

A lot of people call me Okie.

You can call me Okie.

Only if you wanted to.

You both got me.

Betty, hi!

Ooh! Heh.

Hey, I don't know you.

What do you mean, you don't know me?

We've been writing to each other for seven months.

I said I'd meet you here?

Come on. Betty, it's me, Sam, Sam Benjamin.

I'm not Betty.

I'm Ruth Two Bears.

What do you mean?

You look just like Betty. Betty Lynxleg.

Ah. Ah, Jesus, this...

Ah, jeez, this is really very embarrassing.

I'm...

I'm sorry, Ruth.

I need a drink.

Look, let me buy you a drink.

Make it up to you.

I swear, I thought you were Betty.

When I say "spitting image--" You sure you have no Lynxleg blood?

- Hello. - The Marines have landed.

Oh, great.

Yeah. I'll be there in an hour.

What I was saying back there, Gladys--

- Alice! - Sorry, Alice.

What I was saying back there, you're nice. I'm being sincere.

Listen, I'm a United States Marine.

I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning shipping out to Okinawa.

I wanted to have a nice time with a nice lady tonight, that's all.

- You want a nice time? - Yeah.

Get yourself a streetwalker.

Fucking shit!

Excuse me.

Oh, it's pouring out.

We're gonna get soaked!

What'll you have?

A cup of coffee's fine.

And I'll take one of those delicious-looking doughnuts too, please.

- What kind you want? - Chocolate, please.

Say, are these things, uh, homemade?

No.

Well, they smell it.

We're gonna be closing soon.

Wow.

Oh.

Please. Don't stop. You sound real good.

It's great. It's one of my favorite songs.

Actually, it reminds me a lot of...

Of Jim Swaine's music.

Don't you think so?

I don't know him.

Oh, wow. Jim Swaine?

Oh...

Well, he's just...

Well, you've heard of Dylan, right?

- Bob Dylan? - Yeah.

Well, Jim Swaine is a major influence on Dylan's music. A major influence.

I thought Woody Guthrie was Dylan's influence.

Well, yeah.

There's Woody, and then there's Jim Swaine.

In fact, I think that Jim Swaine and Woody cowrote some songs together.

If I'm not mistaken.

I thought Woody wrote pretty much on his own.

Sometimes he did.

He did, most definitely.

But sometimes, he would, you know, collaborate with Swaine.

In other words, Woody wrote the words, and Swaine wrote the music.

Other times, Swaine, the words, Woody, the music. See what I'm saying?

Like that famous song of his.

You know the one I mean?

- "This Land Is Your Land"? - "This Land Is Your Land." Exactly.

Yeah, that was, uh...

That was an original by Swaine and Guthrie.

That's strange.

I've got the sheet music upstairs. I don't remember seeing his name.

He was a ghostwriter.

Sometimes.

In fact, most of the time.

Rose, your break's over. Let's get those tables set up for tomorrow.

Your coffee's getting cold.

Thank you.

So do you write your own stuff?

Oh, jeez, no.

You should. You've got the voice for it.

- Really? - Abso-fucking-lutely.

Oh, hey. My apologies.

I'm not used to being around ladies.

It's okay. I should get back to work.

Sure.

Oh.