:57:04
Lynch?
:57:06
Up front.
:57:20
Come and see me later.
:57:25
He'll be buried in the American cemetery
at Cambridge tomorrow. You'll get leave.
:57:29
What about his wife?
:57:31
She'll get the usual telegram
when the machinery grinds a bit.
:57:34
I think she'd appreciate hearing
from you, though.
:57:38
Take two of these tonight.
:57:40
- No, thanks, doc.
- Sorry, Bo, that's an order.
:57:43
Sleep is the only antidote we know.
:57:45
In time, you can even work up
an immunity to death.
:57:51
Does the world ever make you
want to throw up?
:57:54
I consider war a complete negation
of rational behaviour.
:58:00
Marty had a lot to live for, doc.
:58:02
In that case, he was probably
more prepared to die than most of us.
:58:06
- Is anyone ever ready to die?
- No, I guess not.
:58:09
No healthy person anyway.
:58:11
I'm sorry. I guess I was using a cliché
because I've nothing better to offer.
:58:16
Bo, don't blame Rickson for this.
:58:19
Rickson built up an image
of himself Lynch didn't buy.
:58:22
He had to get Lynch out, or his hard shell
might have cracked wide open.
:58:29
- Thanks, doc.
- Try and get some sleep.
:58:39
We'll send the rest of his stuff
to his wife.
:58:43
- Don't know what we'll do with the mutt.
- Come on, Sam.
:58:45
We could teach him to bite
sergeants on sight.
:58:48
Maybe throw in a couple of colonels
for good measure, huh?
:58:51
Put down that dog.
:58:53
You couldn't wait until he was buried
to get your hands on what you wanted.
:58:57
Somebody's got to take care
of the mutt.
:58:59
Not you. Put him down.