out.
- The man isn't human, Leo.
- What do you think they are?
I never would have believed it.
- I told you so.
- Farlie, make 'em dance.
- Yes, sir.
- (Wild Bill) Let's do it!
- What was that?
- How the hell do I know?
Hit it!
Finish off that son of a bitch
once and for all.
The rest of you, come with me.
(machine-gun fire in distance)
- There's something I must do.
- I'll come with you.
No, no, I must do this alone.
I love you.
(man) Hold back!
(man) Hold it!
Merry Christmas.
All right, it's a party. Let's go!
Shit.
- What do we do now, Leo?
- Kiss my ass.
Thank God. The Lion was going to kill me.
Yeah, right. Take him.
I'll see if I can find Mr Burke for you.
Catch that little weasel.
Let's move out.
What's going on?
What the hell are you doing?
I was hoping we could create
a better world, Leo,
where cripples could walk
and the blind could see,
and criminal vermin
could be made into useful citizens.
- But you corrupted me.
- You understood.
You understood
what we were trying to create.
Create? You destroyed
everything that I dreamed of.
Now I'm going to destroy your dreams.
Damn you!
Stay down!
(man) Man, am I glad to see you!
Could I have everyone's attention?
Jackson, Armstrong.
I must admit, for army you're not half bad.
But if you wanna join the marines,
I can pull some strings.
I don't know about Jackson, sir,
but I think I've got other plans.
So do I, Colonel.
If you're round this way again, look us up.
- Sir.
- Good luck, Armstrong.
Right on.
- I'll write to you.
- No, you won't.
- I'll call you.
- No, you won't.
Right. Just remember me.
- Look after yourself.
- Thank you.
You guys'd better hurry
if you wanna catch that plane.
- Let's go.
- OK.
- Thank you, sir.
- Good luck, Armstrong.
(men) See you, guys. So long.
Good luck.
(man) Take it easy.
Joe, come on.
Joe, I don't really do credit.
You owe me five bucks.
At the beach? ''I'll pay you later.''
You owe me five bucks.
Oh, yeah.
I almost forgot. Here. Open it.
- Is it for me?
- Yeah, it's for you.
- All right.
- You like it?
- Yeah.
- OK. Let's go.
Captioned by Grantman Brown(# Fast tempo synthesiser music)
(revving)
(# Reggae music)
(man) Come on, guys.
You're gonna love this place.
(whistles) Tom, where'd you find
this place?
Hottest joint in town. I'll buy you a drink.
- (wolf-whistles)
- (woman) Don't pass me by. Hey.
(Tom) Three whiskies and beer chasers.
- (man) Cheers.
- (second man) Nice.
Semper fi.
Excuse me, sir, but could you spare
a few dollars for a cup of coffee?
We're marines, not tourists. Now bug off.
Marines earn a lot of money.
Give me a dollar.
- What is it, a shake-down?
- Let's get outta here. Excuse us.
Shit, man.
You did good, Tommy.
Here. You can have that drink.
(crowd cheers)
(# Steel drum music)
(woman) There we go.
- (woman) Welcome.
- Thank you.
What do you think?
I don't know.
This is it.
(crowd cheers)
Hello? Are you there?
Inspector Singh here.
Looks like the American replacements
have just arrived.
(# Steel drum music)
I don't think I'm gonna like it here, buddy.
Yeah. Looks like someone
didn't tell someone we were coming.
(# Guitar rock on radio)
You guys seen
a couple of marines by any chance?
- No.
- Shit.
We're supposed to pick up
two marines on this flight.
Armstrong and Jackson.
You're looking at 'em, pal.
Army? You guys
are supposed to be marines.
Sorry.
Well, throw your stuff in the back
and jump in.
Army. What a drag.
Anyway, I'm Charlie
and this is Tommy Taylor.
Curtis Jackson. This is Joe Armstrong.
Welcome to paradise. Let's go.
So, where'd you guys get this ride?
- Borrowed it from Wild Bill.
- Wild who?
- Our CO.
- Your CO.
Their commanding officer is Wild