Table Read - RECALL Act 2

Episode Date: June 24, 2026

RECALL: Act Two In February 1961, the boys of Miami Military Academy are still marching, joking, fighting, shaving, bleeding, stealing, and pretending the world outside the gates is someone else’s problem. But the world is already inside the school. It is in the news from Cuba. It is in the old munitions bunkers by the bay. It is in the secrets the adults keep, the wounds they drink through, and the wars they keep handing down to children. Written by Academy Award nominee Bruce Davison, and once optioned and held by the great Al Pacino, RECALL is a funny, savage, deeply human coming-of-age drama about abandoned boys, broken fathers, old soldiers, Cuban exiles, secret weapons, and the machinery that turns fear into patriotism. Act Two begins as Stephen Lishinsky tries to survive the strange education of “A” Company. His head has been butchered. His pride has been beaten. His idea of honor has already taken a few direct hits. When he tries to run, Commander Patterson finds him at the bus stop and gives him the kind of broken advice only a broken soldier can give: if you are in a storm, sometimes the only move is to sit tight and let the morning come. But morning at Miami Military Academy is never clean. Coombs is missing. The Razor Fiend is back. Bear is bleeding into the sink. Lindquist, the feral boy from the mango trees, is pulled into uniform and passed off as a cadet because, at this school, identity is just another piece of equipment someone misplaced. Sally Barnes drifts through the place like a lit match, furious at her father, suspicious of Patterson, and impossible for Lishinsky to ignore. Patterson tries to protect her, but the past between him, Colonel Barnes, and Sally’s mother is its own battlefield. Meanwhile, Slouch and Bebop stop pretending their war is imaginary. The key to Bunker 3 becomes guns, ammunition, and contraband dragged through the machinery of a school that is already falling apart. Patterson lectures boys on amphibious landings while the real invasion waits in the shadows. Bebop is pulled closer to the Cuban exile cause. Slouch, half romantic and half criminal, follows him into the Everglades, into blindfolds, pistols, secret rooms, and men who do not look like teachers. There is comedy everywhere because boys make comedy out of terror. There is coconut rum, marching songs, bad haircuts, chocolate cokes, contraband, dirty jokes, and the Dade County Fair waiting like a reward for good behavior nobody intends to have. But underneath the noise, the rifles are getting heavier. The lies are getting harder to carry. And the adults are running out of time. RECALL is about boyhood at the exact moment history stops being a lesson and starts becoming a weapon. It is about fathers who failed, sons who improvise, countries that ask for sacrifice before they explain the cost, and boys who are still laughing because they do not yet understand what the world is loading. Starring Alan Rosenberg, Carson Bolde, Stone Garcia, Wesley Kimmel, Dan Lauria, Kensington Tallman, Roxton Garcia, Bruce Davison, Luca Diaz, Amari O’Neil, Amir O’Neil, David Errigo Jr., Zeke Alton, Gian Franco Rodriguez, Miki Yamashita, Nemil Mudvari, Sofia D’Marco, and Ashley Ciarra. A portion of proceeds from RECALL will benefit the National Veterans Foundation and the Lifeline for Vets. To support NVF or speak with a Veteran who understands, visit https://nvf.org or call 888-777-4443. Produced by Table Read Podcast and Manifest Media Productions, LLC. Executive Produced by Jack Levy, Shaan Sharma, and Mark Knell.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Stephen Lyshinsky arrived expecting discipline. He found a powder keg. Slouch and Bebock, two cadets running guns to Cuban rebels. A bazooka lifted from the bunkers handed off on Biscayne Bay. Colonel Barnes is dying. Commander Patterson is drinking. The army wants their land back. And on Valentine's night, when Lishinsky tried to run,

Patterson told him the only truth that matters. boys run men sit tight so he stayed now wheeler's pulling him out of the barracks the barber wants to see him exterior company street night Wheeler and Lishinsky walk along

toward the rotunda near the mess hall Is your nose feeling any better, Lieutenant? In there, Pisspot Lyshinsky heads toward the lighted door of the small building in front of him Interior Crow's barbershop night Lishinsky seated

watches Crow the barber run the electric hair clippers over the head of a cadet who is indifferent to the fact that he's being clipped nearly bald. Do you know of any phone around here I can use? Huh? No. Lishinsky looks around the harshly lit room. It is bare except for a table with a few barbering tools and a chair holding the victim. The floor is thick with a carpet of hair left by the cadets.

The cadet is finished with his haircut and gets down from the chair. So long, Wendell. The cadet doesn't reply. He walks to the door and exits. Crowe stands by his chair waiting for Lyshinsky. I'm probably not going to be here for her long, so if you could just, like, take a little off the sides, and the rest I can leave long under my hat.

Oh, what's the matter? You don't like it here? No, no. It's not that. It's only that I don't think I'm going to be here that long. So if you just take a little off the sides, I can leave the rest long under my hat, like this. He pulls his hair back with both hands

to show how it could be done. See? Uh-oh. Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. And with a gesture, invites Lyshinsky to the chair. As Lishinsky gets into the chair, he hears the hum of the clippers. The first sudden stroke zooms down the center of his head, leaving a barren stretch and bristle. No!

Interior A company Barracks evening, Bova burst through the door leading from the latrine. He is frenzied and out of breath carrying a brown paper bag of booze. Somebody take this. Sensing the danger at helping Bova, nobody comes to his aid. Come on, Willa. Bova runs over to his locker and throws open the door. He tosses the bag into the bottom of the locker. Commander Patterson lunges, wheezing through the latrine doors in hot pursuit of Bova.

He sees Bova standing in front of his locker. Not fast enough, Bova. What are you talking about, sir? I'm working on this term paper here. Patterson nods and looks at the locker. Bova feels the end is near. Do you know anything about the Punic War, sir? Patterson opens the locker door.

How about, uh, Gioto, sir? Ever here with Giotto in your job? Patterson bends down and lifts the bag out of the locker. I have no idea how that got there, sir. You're sure. Yes, sir. Underage drinking. Because if it is yours, it's a E-5.

Oh, no, no, no, no. It ain't mine, sir. Somebody's trying to frame me. Patterson looks into the bag. Jim Bean. Gilby's. Well, whosoever it is,

it's contraband. Way too young for this sort of behavior. Patterson folds the top of the bag and starts for the door. Patterson stops and looks in the bag again. He pulls out a brown bottle. Coconut rum? Sir, it's Valentine's Day.

Wouldn't you just like to stay and join us for just a nip? Now, what kind of protocol would that be? Coconut rum. You boys should be eating candy. Lights out in 15 minutes, as you were. As he walks to the front door, he places the bottle on a ledge near the exit. He leaves. As Patterson leaves, the boys converge in the bottle of tonic water.

Nice going, lard ass. Exterior boat dock evening. From a mango tree overlooking the boat dock, Lindquist watches Patterson lying by the shed. Down in the last of the Gilby's gin, Patterson throws the empty into the bay. He looks up at the silhouette of the high-rise apartment buildings under construction. He looks back at the school.

He musters his courage and stands up. He takes a deep breath and staggers forward across the parade field. Left. Left. I had a good dame, but she left. Exterior Noriko's first aid station, night.

Patterson is outside a lighted window. He taps clumsily on the pain. Noriko. Shh. The nurse we have seen at morning prayer in whom the boys referred to as Madam Butterfly, Noriko Yakamoto.

50 comes to the window. What? Noriko. What you want? Well, I was thinking today is Valentine. Day. Go home, Pat. You're drunk. I want a kiss. You're drunk. I want a kiss for Valentine's Day.

I give you a kiss. You go home? Yes. Your word as an officer and a gentleman. Ah, Narika, why always with the test? Narika reaches out the window and pulls Patterson's head in through the frame. She kisses him gently. Drinking won't solve your problems, Pat. Hold me, Blossom. It's going to be a rough night. He tries to swing his leg up on the sash in an attempt to get inside. Finally relenting, Noriko starts to help him in.

He is halfway through the window when... Commander! Wheeler, go to bed. Commander! The new chicken's AWOL already! You take care of it, Wheeler. They busted my handcuffs, sir. If you could just...

Patterson climbs down. Where is he? Just walk through the damn game. Gate, waiting for the J-bus. Probably misses his mommy. Cut to exterior Academy Gate Night. Wheeler is helping Patterson weave across the parade ground and through the gate. We see Lishinsky sitting on a bench crying. He is without hair, bloody nicks in his head.

Patterson flops down next to Lishinsky. Wheeler stands at attention. What's wrong, Candy Ass, can't take it. As you were, Wheeler. Get to your bunk. Wheeler salutes and does an about-face, then rattles away. sword clanking behind. There is silence.

Lashinsky discreetly trying to wipe his tears. Where are you headed, son? Oh, no. Home, I guess. This is your home now, ain't it? I hate it here. I heard you volunteered. So why'd you come here, then?

I read the brochure, the guy on the cover had a hat on. I don't know they hacked up your head. Well, now there's a reason for that, Lashinsky? Yeah, to make you feel like hell. Hygiene. To make you look like a soldier. Get rid of the excess baggage, trim you down. That explains the food. Well, it may not be the ritz, but it's nutritious. Patterson takes a bottle from his pocket and drinks. I just want to go home. Patterson offers him the bottle. Lishinsky takes a slug.

So, get the bus. Go home. Shame your parents. Is that what you want to do? No, sir. I just hate it here. Well, you're not the first. But it ain't always what you hate and what you don't hate. Why not sit tight for a while?

Who knows? Maybe it'll change your mind about what's important. That's what men do. Boys just run. Can't always run home to Mama. In my experience, if you're in a storm, it's best to sit tight. Once I was on a beach, Anzio. You heard of Anzio?

No, sir. Where the hell are you been? Invasion of Italy. Amphibious Landing. We made it at the beach and we holed up in this area. It was raining like a son of a bitch. A company's objective was to take. this town, No Tuno. We were getting nothing from communications, but we had this objective,

see, take Natuno. But seeing as how it was raining on us like elephant piss, nobody knew where the hell we were. So what the hell? We just dug in for the night, set in the muck, mortars dropping and so on. Morning comes, the rain had stopped, and we finally found the town, but the Germans had left. The J-Bus pulls up to the stop and from the bench and opens its door. Nobody moves. The door closes and moves off. The goddamn Heinies had pulled out during the night. We marched into the...

Town without a shot being fired. Objective accomplished. Sir, I thought you were in the Navy. Merchant Marines. Story for another night, son. Now, are you going to head back to your unit, or do I turn you over to Wheeler as a deserter? No, sir.

Swigs the pint. The chit's he gets up from the bench. Wait a minute. Give me that bottle. How old are you in? Anyway. It's 17. Well, almost.

Too young for despair, son. 16. And going out at full bore, just let it idle a bit. And don't forget, inspection tomorrow. A company better look sharp, or I'll have the entire company in the bullring. Lyshinsky walks away.

Sleep on it, son. Patterson sits alone on the bench. Engel, as Lashinsky passes close to Colonel Barnes's house. Sally Barnes is painting by flashlight, putting the finishing touches on her VW van, now Army greening with a Red Cross insignia. She sees Lyshinsky and stops. They stare at each other for a moment.

Nice job. Need any help? She smiles, gives him the finger, then heads into the house. Lishinsky watches for her to return, and she doesn't. He backs away to her. the barracks trying to catch sight of her again. Angle Lindquist

in the mango tree watching. Fade to interior barracks, morning. Barrics. Ten hut! Order of the day. A company will police the parade grounds at 0.9.15, immediately following the morning announcements. First platoon, that means you.

Groans from one side of the barracks. As you were. He does an about face and heads for the door. One of the boys grabs Wheeler's hat on the way out the door, and they laughingly pass it down the bunks. Give me that. The hat passes to Bear who was just waking up. Wheeler in a rage points to Bear.

You want a report, fella? Bear sheepishly hands the hat back to Wheeler. No, sir. Wheeler snaps on his cap. Fifteen males still formation. He marches out. Solo gets out of bed and counts down the rows. All right, you heard the elf.

Get in front of her beds. It ain't Dave Country Club. Let's count the boners. Sound off. The boys are still asleep at attention in front of their bunks as Solo comes down the rows, counting heads and tapping the beds of the late risers with his bat. They count off and roll call until they come to 32. There was a brief lapse and a voice tries to cover.

32? Solo is in on the ruse. Wait a minute, Cheatham. Where the hell is Coombs? No excuse, sir. Girl trouble. Shit! He better be back at inspection at 1,400 hours. Bear is looking sheepish.

You wet the bed again, Serge. Can I have the top bunk from now on? Pleasant Dream Smith. Gators in the bay, sergeant, sir. How did you ever find your way out of the swamp, Smith? Oh, airboat. I see. Trent I was hanging on the back end of the cypress tree, and the water was real warm like so.

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The first squad, B.Bop, Slouch, Hamley, Lyshinsky, and Bova are standing at a row of sinks in their undershorts. Another squad from B companies on the other side of the wall. Hamley walks along the sinks doing fingernail inspections. Make sure the corners where all the dirt collects are as clean as the other part. of your fingernails. Lishiski looks into the mirror at his butchered head. It'll grow back. He sprays shaving cream into his hands.

I talk to Buzz. Oh, what do he say? He'll give you one more chance. Right. Oh, I knew it. But he says one more ungentlemanly gesture and you're out on your ass. That means no heads. You touch your opponent and you're out.

Thanks. And... You have to replace my shirt. have to replace my shirt. Oh, God. Another angle. Hell, I don't know. Last time I saw him, he had his head and his loker crying.

Yeah. He got a letter from a sweetie. Combs is a romantic, man. From the toilet stall behind slouch and bebop comes the voice of Trencher. If we get grounded, he's going to be a dead romantic. Bear stands at the sink next to Bebop. He's beginning to wash up. Bova is hurrying to finish.

That's my toothpaste slouch. Yeah, yeah, so lend me your brass sew after lunch. Bova gathers his kit and exits quickly. Trencher talks to Bear. Bear, you gotta give me top bunk. Yeah, okay. Hey, uh, let me some clean cheese. What the hell?

The soap foam in Bear's hands is turning red with blood. Ha, ha. Razor field. And it echoes around the latrines. Son of a bit. Son of a bit. Get him over to my damn butterfly. Cut to exterior parade field day.

Bear hands banished attention with the rest of A company. Sallo addresses the assembly. If it's anybody in this company, I swear to God, I don't even want to think about what's going to happen to him. But when we find out, and we're going to find out, somebody's going to be Gator Food. It's those extortionist bastards in B Company, sir. Betcha anything. Anybody seen Coombs? Not yet, sir.

I ain't going to cover for that idiot. Staff has been spot-checking heads. Hey, I have an idea, sir. Let's hear it. Slouch points the linguist hanging from his perch high in a mango tree. Cut to exterior parade field day A company is attempting to march The boy, Lindquist, now in uniform,

is at the end of the formation Boys stumble over each other Double to the left flank Double to the right flank Double to the rear, hut, pathetic! You know your trouble, you gotta know a spree decor We're marching to a different drummer Okay, who knows a song, Trencher?

Uh, our day will come... No, no, a marching song, Bova? My heart... So, what's the cadence of this song? song. Like, my heart is showing, I must be going, I have to hurry away. What will my Mary say? Take a bromo, homo. Not quite, Bova. Bear, you know any good swamp hits? Oh yeah, uh, uh, hmm. Did you ever go to meeting Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe? Did you ever go to meeting Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe? Did you ever go to meeting Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe? Did you ever go to meeting Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe? Don't mind the weather when the wind don't blow. The platoon leader comes to a halt along the edge of the lagoon. The boy see Patterson and Sally Barnes, the girl from the porch, sailing out into the bay.

What's her name? Sally Barnes, steer clear. Cut to exterior dockside, Biscay Bay, Day. Commander Patterson and Sally Barnes are taking in the late afternoon breeze. So, how's your mom making out? She liked your letter, in spite of the news. You still care about her, don't you? Patterson is silent.

Well, don't you? As you were, Sally, me. Don't you as you were, Sally, me. I'm not one of your criminal orphans. Patterson smiles at her defiance. Anyway, she's fine, I guess. She's a boring zombie. She drives me crazy, but she's fine.

She can't stand me and I can't stand her. It hurts me to hear you talk that way about your mother. Silence. You're the only. one she ever loved, Pat. Why didn't you save her? You were her Lancelot. When she gets drinking, she talks about her Lancelot. And that sorry, son of a bitch, never even knew. He knew. Cut to Interior A Company Barracks Day. The boys are pulling old uniform pieces out of their lockers and handing them to Seekow, who dresses Lindquist in the salvaged parts.

Right. The guy that guesses the exact number of days we can keep Lindqu's disguise as comes. When's the pot? holds up a large glass cookie jar. Put your dollars in here. Come on. Let's have them. Let's have them. Let's go. Boy's ante up as slouch passes among the bunks. That includes the parade in the day at County Fair, right? Yep, that's right. Lishinsky is at the window of the barracks looking out into Biscayne Bay through a pair of binoculars.

Barnes' daughter. Huh. When we were both kids, she used to live over there. Lots and lots of yelling. Hey, gentlemen, ante up. Come on, let's go. A bottle of coconut rum is passed around the bunks among the boys. Engel Bahama Mama holds up a brass coin. This gold coin goes to the first man that nails the white maiden, Barnes's daughter, and lives to tell the tale in front of witnesses naturally.

It brings the honor to A-Company. Hooray! I'll be there first and spare the Wadwow. And he falls off his bunk drunk. They laugh. Engel on Lashinsky as he still looks through binoculars out the window at the distant Sally. Cross fade to exterior boat dock day. Patterson and Sally are sitting on Pat's bench by the bay.

Anyway, we were getting on each other's nerves and I have to decide what to do about college. Maybe after he dies, I'll head out to California. College wouldn't be a bad idea for now. But you and your dad, maybe you can take this time to... patch some fences. Oh, maybe pigs whistle. It isn't like I haven't tried, Pat. He doesn't know me from...

Maybe you shouldn't give up yet. Getting late. So, are you my father? Sally, I really can't answer them. Oh, bullshit. No, Sally. I mean, I really don't know. It's a question I can't answer.

It's possible, I guess. You guess. I mean it's a question that blew us all apart a long time ago. None of us can be sure. It's just... Shoulda, gotta, whata? Yeah, I guess. Anyways, you're here.

You're back, and we're glad. He's happy you're here. Bullshit. How the hell do you know anything, you wife, fucker? Patterson is silent. Finally... I'm sorry. Me too, kiddo.

More than I can say. I mean, not about you being here. Oh, well, so. Here I am. Ain't you guys fucking lucky. Anyway, it's good. You're back. He needs you.

Oh, give us a break. He doesn't give a shit, and he never did. You couldn't be more wrong. Right. I think? I know. So, who am I, Pat? You're the best of us.

They watch the sitting sun. Cut to exterior parade field day. A company is marching in formation. Lindquist is in love with his rifle as he tries to keep in step with the others. Cut to exterior lagoon day. A company is assembled on the grass outside of Patterson's hutch. In the background, Seekhow Hamley is talking through the cyclone fence to Mrs. Lindquist. Mr. Trencher described the tactics and techniques of a successful amphibious landing. Uh, no excuse, sir. Give me ten. Trencher gets down and does ten push-ups.

Angles Cyclone Fence, Seekow and Mrs. Lindquist. Patterson can be heard in the background. Well, if you're sure, it'll be all right. Let's just try for a couple of days and see how it works out. It ain't the ritz, but the food's pretty nutritious. What's the harm? Well, Arthur's always wanted to be a soldier. She indicates Lindquist sitting at the edge of Patterson's class.

Okay, Mrs. Lindquist, just so it's our secret. Angle Patterson. He sees Seekow at the fence. Mr. Hamley. Seekow double times back to class. Exterior munitions bunker day. Slouch and Bebop are hidden from Patterson's class. Slouch fits his key into the locked door. Cut to exterior lagoon day.

Patterson diagrams on black. board voices on the grass. The first wave takes about 25 minutes to hit the shore. At two minute intervals, the next three waves arrive. The second wave contains the other rifle and weapons companies of each battalion. The third, a tank company and support units. The fourth, more support units. In eight minutes, over 3,000 men and more than 150 armored vehicles are assured.

Sir, one simple question? What is it, Bolva? Sir, these are the 3,000 men? How are you going to get them in the boats? Good question. The success of the entire MAF hinges on the ability of these two dozen LVTPs to get ashore and back in one piece...

No, sir, no, no. What I mean is, why the hell would they want to get in the boat? Come again? Who's going to get in those boats? Infantry, right? Primarily. It's my understanding, sir, the idle serving in the infantry

and not being wounded or killed in this century are less than one in three. Where'd you hear that? I read it, sir. Stuff and nonsense. That's world infantry, Ruskies, gooks, Japs, all those kinds of undisciplined, Bushido bastards, cannon fodder.

I'm talking U.S. infantry, the most effectively prepared army in the world. the best equipped training and leadership this country has to offer. Exterior, munitions bunker day. Slouch and Bebop tossed a large canvas bag into a storage bin outside the bunker. They run to rejoin the class. Lindquist, who has been watching from a distance, approaches the bin. He tentatively opens the bag and pulls out an object.

He holds a 30-caliber M-1 clip in his hand. Cut two exterior lagoon day. Patterson is lecturing. Still. And I'll tell you something else, mister. The infantry is the premier branch of the armed forces, the most noble calling and the most respected and patriotic service one can render one's country. So I guess getting killed is the highest form of patriotism.

Look, Bova, you don't fight a war to get shot. You fight to win. Sometimes they shoot back. That's a fact of life. I still don't know what would compel me to get in that damn boat, sir. Class Can anyone give Bover A good reason for getting in the boat

Because if we don't, they'll come get us and rape our sisters I don't have a sister Because it's your duty Listen, it's like this I watch your back and you watch mine And if I get in the boat and you don't Well I'm gonna blow your fucking head off That's a good reason

Cut to Interior Gymnasium Day Colonel Barnes is in a wheelchair now Damron lowers the mic for him at the podium. The boys are in their dress whites. They are just ending the morning prayer. All of which we ask in the name of the great friend and master of men. Amen. Before you, your leave commences at 1,300 hours today.

There are a few words I'd like to say. As we are all aware, the Dade County Fair is in two weeks. A loud cheer. And this is the first occasion in the two years that the school has been invited back to participate. I trust that our appearance at this function will not see a repetition of the melee that occurred the year before last. I know how difficult it is dealing with the taunts of the townies, but reacting with the... Undue force is not our way of building character. Boys working off major punishments will be allowed three hours, special leave from 1800 to 2100 hours that afternoon to

attend the fair. I hope I don't live to regret this uncharacteristic display of generosity. Make me proud. Now I think Miss Yakamoto has an announcement to make about the salt vaccine booster shot. Noriko stands at the podium and addresses the audience shyly. The United States Armed Forces has provided us with this blessing. Please come to the dispensary, beginning at 0,800 hours this morning for your shots. Thank you. Thank you, Miss Yakamoto.

Colonel Argumentas, dismissed the core. Cut to exterior front gate day. The boys are making their exits for the weekend. Slouch and Bebop are furtively lugging a heavy duffel bag through the gate. Lyshinsky remains inside the perimeter. Hey, don't worry, Lyshnsk, you ain't missing much. Yeah, just the beautiful women out there. You ain't missing.

Nothing. We'll take care of it for you. Yeah, yeah, save it up for the fair. Bear joins them. The wild mouse riding two weeks. Hope they have the Wild Mouse ride this year. Hey, Bear, I'm gonna need your boat again. Is it in the same place?

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or wherever you get your podcast. Cut to exterior highway. Bebop and Slouch are watching the road for a car. You know, why'd he leave her? Geez, with those tits, he's got to be crazy. Don't you say a word about him leaving her.

I'm sure she feels bad enough without you asking a lot of stupid questions. And no funny stuff. She's my aunt. A car pulls up near the gate with a very attractive Cuban woman driving. She waves to Bebop. Behave yourself. Okay, okay, just so she don't give me a boner. Dissolve to exterior parade field day.

Lashinsky walks around the quiet school. It is deserted, except for Wheeler in the distance banging on a mango tree with his sword. He shouts up into the tree Down here, that's an order! A large mango flies out of the tree and banks wheeler on the head. David, Arthur, get out of that tree! Linquist throws another mango.

Cut to exterior Aunt Selena's kitchen, day. Bebop and slouch making sandwiches. Aunt Selena, 40s, and a low-cut dress puts more food out for them. I didn't know for sure whether you'd be alone this time, Mando. Or if your friend Antonio would be with you? I hope it's all right, Mrs. Sarah Alconida. Of course it is, Antonio.

You're welcome here anytime. Thank you, ma'am. Anyway, I stopped at the farmer's market. I got these steaks you like Mando, and Antonio, I got some Lebanon bologna. I couldn't remember if you like it thick-sliced or thin-slice, so I got both. Better safe than sorry.

Then I couldn't decide if you like American cheese or Swiss cheese, but I only had the store. Swiss cheese sliced thin, and then the American sliced thick. The man at the counter was very rude. I hope you don't mind. Uh-huh. You know, is that any address, Mrs. Cerro, Panita? This old thing?

And, you know, it certainly shows off your figure there. You're out of mayonnaise. Come on, Slouch. You got airs to run. Cut to Interior J-Bus Day. Slouch and Bebop puddle with their large duffel bag on. a bus seat. A gun barrel is peeking at the top of the duffel, a gas can on the floor. One of the passengers a cretness civilian looks them over. Are you familiar with correct military procedure?

Slouch tries to ignore the guy. Another angle. A pretty black woman carrying a child makes her way to the back of the bus. She jostles a white woman along the way. Animal! Angles Slouch and bebop. I said, Are you familiar with correct military procedure? Are you familiar with your teeth? No, we skipped a part. Yes, what's that? Let's go back again.

I said, are you familiar with correct military procedure? What's that? Removing your hat on a bus. Are you familiar with your teeth? This is our stop. And, you know, speaking of animals, lady, try the dog's ass. Continue, they stumble off the bus.

to duffle with a bazooka clinking against the door. Anita Torres waits by a tree nearby. Cut to Interior A Company Barracks Day. There's empty except for Lyshinsky lying on his bunk listening to the radio. Cut to Interior Major Damron's office day. Madam Butterfly is with Wheeler and Lindquist. Excuse me, Miss Yakamoto. Is Major Damron around?

Nobody here now. Where's the officer of the day? He's gone. Nobody here now. Well, I'll take him over to Colonel Barnes. No, no, sleeping. Everybody gone. I got an imposter here.

Hello, Arthur. Are you a soldier now? Linquist smiles. Cut to exterior Everglades outpost day. Slouch and Bebop and Anita Taurus motor up to a dock and bears airboat. Slouch is blindfolded. Bebop drives. Anita sits next to Slouch, playfully stroking his cheek, a pistol on her lap.

There are assorted Cubans and Cuban Americans gathered on the... landing dock. Anita signals a man on the dock who lowers his rifle. He is Miguel Sanchez. Where is Raoul? In a reconnaissance. Quar mal a nephew? Just a question. What do you have for us? Cut to interior shack. The room appears to be an arsenal and command center. B-Bop empties the Duffles contents onto a dimly lit table. Outfalls a browning 50-calibur machine

gun and stand, ammunition, and several hand grenades. Amen. Alguisto is meo. Now, can we come along? Gringo, you think this is going to be a vacation? Cut to exterior armory window day. Wheeler and Lindquist. You want to be Coombs, mister?

Coombs, it is. Wheeler grabs the dog tags around Lindquist's neck and reads as Lindquist stands at the armory window. He is at least more ready than his earlier attempt. Coombs. A25732. Linquist mouths the words and holds his arms ready for the rifle. His calculations are a bit off and the rifle soars out the window past his waiting hands into the dirt. Wheeler cringes. Cut to exterior bullring day. The bullring is a white gravel

courtyard separating the classroom buildings. It is hot. Lindquist attempts to march to Wheeler's commands. He's not doing that well. All right, Mr. Coombs. You owe me 15 demerits, and that's before you went AWOL. Seems your ass is, grasped, Mr. Coombs. Let's start with a little double time. Can we get a little more on that read, please? A little more conviction. You're in charge. You're in charge. All right, Mr. Coombs.

You owe me 15 demerits, and that's before you went AWOL. Seems your ass is grass, Mr. Coombs. Let's start with a little double time. Left, right, left, right. Lindquist has no idea what Wheeler is yelling about. Wheeler pokes at him with his sword. Left, right. Come on.

Get him up, Mr. Move it. Linquist dances to avoid the sword, then run. Rottles away. Cut to Interior movie theater, Day. Tippy Hedron is on screen running from the birds. There's the gas station scene where the car blows home.

Seacow captivated is alone in a near-empty theater. Cut to interior shack, day. Slouch, blindfolded, hears the men laughing. What's the joke? They're just glad to see us. Miguel Sanchez speaks to Bebop in Spanish,

then gives a quick command. Bebop takes slouch and leads him out onto the porch. He wants to talk to me for a minute. Say put right here. You know what, no, this is bullshit. Don't be stupid. And stop playing around.

Cut to Interior Shack Day. As Miguel explains something to Bebop in Spanish, a man about 45 American dressed in a business suit comes out of the back room. So, is this the young man from Xiam Fuego? Bebop is silent. Miguel nods, assurance,

to him. Bebop then nods affirmation. The man points to a spot on the map of Cuba laid out on the table, the southern port city of San Diego's. Then I guess you know the Bahia de Corrinas? Bay of pigs? See. Not the best for surfing. You want to go home?

Bebop smiles. Only if my amigo comes to. Cut to exterior airboat, day. Slouch, Bebop, and Anita returning through the glades. Anita is finally removing Slouch's blindfold. Okay, now I don't have to kill you. Yeah, so? They figure you know too much already.

And I told them you're indispensable and a pedro pan, so you're in. For now. Great, that's great. When do we go? We wait. Start here as Spanuel. Maybe you'll learn something. Dissolve to exterior Miami Beach Day.

Aunt Selena and Slouch are in conversation while building a sandcastle. She is in a hot turquoise bikini. B-Bob sits under a coconut palm, reading a book with Patton on the cover. He didn't seem too happy around Christmas time. So anyway, a month ago, last Tuesday, he went to the Pigley-Wiggly for a pack of camels and never came back home. Slouch catches a glare from B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-D. And do you want to know something, Antonio? In my heart, I was deeply relieved. Slouch is in lust. I mean, I love him, I guess,

but I never really like the son of a bitch most of the time. God forgive me, pardon my French. Anyway, after two weeks, I called his mother who hates me. She informs me that he is in Colombia or Guatemala, or God knows which, and it is no es importante to ask me so many questions and that her little prick of a son would let me know when it was my business.

Mama's boy, a goddamn mama's boy, the son of a bitch. If only he would have the decency to call me, the goddamn son of a bitch, pardon. You're French. I mean, to sneak out the back door again for cigarettes? Cigarettes? I'm sick of it. Selina's eyes are moist as she kneels in the sand near the water's edge. He'll be back. I mean, Rao's a soldier. He has his duties.

I know. Duty, honor, and country. And the American dream. All you militaristas are the same. Such macho nonsense. Maybe you shouldn't ought to be here if you think like that. Maybe you should have stayed in Cuba. What? of Mierda, you know nothing. I know Mierda ain't French. You think you know all about my life.

Okay, look, you may not have noticed, but you had a lot going for you. I mean, you're a dental hygienist with a good income in America. I mean, if you were in Cuba, your teeth would be falling out. You have a fridge full of groceries, I mean, a TV.

And, I mean, if you don't, pardon me saying so, you've got a terrific personality. And, Bod, I mean, you can name your ticket. Things ain't so bad for you. here are they? You have a smart mouth, no? But you're right.

Things are good here, but we gave up a lot to get here. A lot. You have Lebanon bologna. I eat too much. You think I still have a good bod? Are you kidding or what? Your knockout. What are you?

All of 17? I've been around. She gets up and walks backwards seductively. I bet you have. So you think I still have a nice bot? Selina backs into the waves. Hey, you know what you look like? Stand in there?

A botice. She looks blankly at him as she stands in the surf. Venus. You are the birth of Venus. More on that. You're calling out. She's getting further away from you. Venus!

You are the birth of Venus. It registered. Lestelina. She becomes the painting, placing one hand over her breasts and the other over her delta. She backs into the sea, beckoning slouch to follow. Cut to Interior Perez's PX stay. Dave Rubik's take five plays in the jukebox as Wheeler enters with his sword banging through the doorway. Linquist follows. He is sweating profusely from his marching. Want a chocolate Coke? They sit at the counter. Two chocolate coax.

Jose, have you on the chocolate. Perez has been watching Walter Cronkite on the evening news. A Buddhist monk sacrificed himself today in Saigon. Another grisly act that continues the ever-increasing protests against the rule of President Diem and his first lady, Madame New. Angle the TV. As the picture flashes to a Buddhist monk setting himself aflame, Wheeler and Lindquist stare at the screen.

Green. Dollars to donuts, the commies are behind that. Behind them, Sally Barnes enters the PX. Wheeler sees her. Commies are that damn dragon lady. One of the two. You know, one of the most important things about the school is you could get yourself a decent education without girls teeing at you all the time.

I've seen them come and go here, and behind every major problem is a woman. Sally overhears and smiles to herself. Take Coombs. The way I heard it, he knocked up some bimbo in Orlando. The end of a fine military career. Cut to exterior lagoon late afternoon. Sally Barnes is alone on the boat dock talking to herself. You idiot, you self-serving pompousful.

Take the truck. You want to go to the fair. Take the truck. I don't want the truck. I don't want anything from you. You son of a bitch! I didn't even want to be here! She is startled by a voice behind her.

Neither do I. What are you doing here, mister? This is off limits. That's a D5, as I recall. Get out of here. Get away from me. Are you all right? I said, fuck off!

I heard you talking to somebody. I was talking to myself, you nosy asshole. What's the matter? Didn't you ever talk to yourself? All the time. But it's usually a pretty boring conversation. Can't a person get any privacy in this damn fishbowl? I've been asking myself the same question.

You know, when I talk to myself, I say, Lashinsk, you come to this place, you get kicked out of bed at five of o'clock in the morning, you can get fed shit on a shingle. You want to barf in your bunk, but that's a D6. Then they shaved my head so I look like my timer snored. Then they marched me around in circles for days, carrying a 10-pound rifle in 190-degree heat with an 11-year-old Hitler screaming in my face. Then I meet this beautiful girl who tells me to get lost.

So, here I am. Talking to you. That was great. I loved it. It's Mortimer. Mortimer. Let's do it one more time. Keep that same fashion.

That was fantastic. I've been asking myself the same question. You know, when I talk to myself, I say, Lashinsk. You come to this place, you get kicked out of bed at 5 o'clock in the morning, and you get fit shit on a shingle. You want to bar from your bunk, but that's a D6. Then they shave my head, so I look like Mortimer snurred. Then they march me in circles for days carrying a 10-pound rifle in 190-degree heat

with an 11-year-old Hitler screaming in my face. Then I meet this beautiful girl who tells me to get lost. So here I am. Talking to you. You're right. You are boring. Cut to exterior Miami Beach, day, dusk. Slouch is on the beach with Bebop.

Aunt Selena is in the water while Bebop and Slouch argue. Just give me the towel. No. Come on, it wasn't me. It was the wave. A wave came along and pulled them right off. You think I'm blind? You think I didn't see you copulating in the ocean like a couple of care-free sperm whales?

Copulating. What is that some spick word? What you're so mad about? You have the culture of a pig. Just give me the damn towel. Bebup throws a towel in Slouch's face. Slouch hurries to assist Aunt Selina who is rapidly turning blue. Come on.

Ain't you ever been in love? Slouch takes a towel out into the surf and wraps it around, Aunt Selena. Exterior parade field evening. Willer walks across the parade field with his family chauffeur, Edison. On Tuesday, I received a communication saying she would be sailing from Athens to Cape Antibis, and was curious to know whether you would be able to join her for the summer in Crete. Is she still with that greaseball? As far as I know.

Wheeler shakes his head of disgust as they approach the front gate. I was wondering if you were still interested in seeing Ben Hur this weekend. You had expressed some previous interest. Not this weekend, Edison. Duty calls. Very good, sir. Are you in need of any cash? No. Outside the gate, Wheeler opens the driver's door to a very long black limousine.

It usheres Edison inside. I'll check with you on Thursday. Edison hands Wheeler a cardboard box. Your shirt, sir? Lighter on the starch this time. End of that, too. Nice job, everybody.