Ten-hut.

At ease. [Turns to Adrian] Cronauer, I'm sorry as hell about this thing. Goddamnit, I like you, son. I like what you do. Most of all, I like what you've done for the men. [Pauses, glancing at SGM Dickerson] But fact's a fact. This could give the Army a black eye. I'm not gonna cover for you this time, son.

Sir- what about the show?

We'll handle it. I'm sorry, son.

[BG Taylor leaves Sergeant Major Dickerson's office; there is a long pause. Cronauer looks at Sergeant Major Dickerson, at a loss for words.]

Why'd you do this?

I don't like your style, your politics or your sense of humor. I don't like what you say or how you say it. From now on the fighting men of Vietnam will hear exactly what they're supposed to hear. You're on a DC-8 out of Tan Sun Nhut Airport tomorrow morning- I recommend you pack quietly. That's all I have for you, Airman.

[Sergeant Major Dickerson sits down at his desk, returning to his paperwork. Cronauer heads for the door, but halts suddenly and turns and leans back into the office.]

You know? [SGM Dickerson looks up] You are in more dire need of a blowjob than any other white man in history.

[Cronauer closes the office door and leaves; Dickerson gets up to pursue him, but BG Taylor is waiting in the hallway.]

Whoa, there, Dick. Put the brakes on. I wanted to wait until Airman had left to talk with you. Dick, I'm transferring you.

[Startled]

Transferring me, sir?

Mm-hmm.

Where to, sir?

You're goin' to Guam.

Guam, sir?! There's nothing goin' on in Guam! Why Guam?

Dick, I've covered for you a lot of times, 'cause I thought you was a little crazy. But you're not crazy, you're mean. And this is just radio.

[BG Taylor walks away, leaving a stunned Dickerson behind him. As he presses the button for an elevator and gets inside, Taylor starts laughing.]

"More dire need of a blowjob than any other white man in history". That's funny.