OVER HERE.
EVERYBODY OUT OF THE TRUCK.
OVER TO THE AMMOS DUMP.
GET THE HELL GOING IN A HURRY.
CASPER, COME ON.
I HEARD THEY'RE LOOKING
FOR PROFESSIONALS IN AFRICA.
WHAT, WHORES?
NO, MERCENARIES, SARGE.
MEXICO AND LATIN AMERICA, TOO.
I HEARD YOU GET $1,300 A MONTH
PLUS TRANSPORTATION.
I WANT COMBAT SOLDIERS, CASPER, NOT TYPISTS.
I WAS TOLD TO REPORT TO YOU, SERGEANT.
I'M HARDIN.
RIFLEMAN CHARLES HARDIN, CORPORAL.
WHERE YOU FROM, CHARLIE?
EL PASO.
IS THAT RIGHT?
HOW DO YOU LIKE
BEING IN THE LOUISIANA NATIONAL GUARD?
I DON'T.
BUT THEN I DIDN'T MUCH LIKE
BEING IN THE TEXAS GUARD EITHER.
NOT LIKING THE TEXAS GUARD MAKES SENSE.
NOT LIKING THE LOUISIANA GUARD
CAN GET YOU INTO TROUBLE WITH ME.
YOU GOT THAT?
I GOT IT.
NOW, YOU GET YOUR BUTT ON OVER TO SECOND SQUAD.
YOU'LL RECON WITH THEM.
CASPER, SHOW HIM THE WAY.
INTRODUCE HIM TO THE BOYS.
RIGHT.
[Simms] MAN, WE SURE GET ALL THE GOOD DETAILS AROUND HERE.
[Bowden] THIS'LL BE GOOD EXERCISE FOR YOU.
PUT A LITTLE MUSCLE IN YOUR PANTS.
THAT'S THE LAST THING I NEED, COACH.
UNLESS YOU WANT TO TAKE CARE OF IT.
LISTEN, STUCKEY. MAYBE I'LL JUST MAKE YOU AN ASS
SO YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF IT YOURSELF.
[Men arguing]
KNOCK IT OFF!
LISTEN, STUCKEY, I LIKE A JOKE JUST LIKE ANYBODY.
BUT I DON'T LIKE THAT ONE.
COME ON, MAN.
I'M WITH YOU, COACH.
SPEAKING FOR MYSELF, I LIKE WOMEN.
YEAH, WE WON'T BE SEEING MANY OF THEM.
LIFE'S FULL OF SURPRISES.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
I'VE ARRANGED A LITTLE TREAT FOR THE WEEKEND, BOYS.
SIX WHORES TO COMBAT ARE WAITING ON US ALL.
THEY'LL FUCK US IN A MORE INTERESTING WAY
THAN THE LOUISIANA NATIONAL GUARD.
YOU AIN'T KIDDING, ARE YOU?
I NEVER JOKE ABOUT WOMEN.
WOMEN? WHAT WOMEN?
HE'S GOT SOME HOOKERS AT THE END OF THE LINE, COACH.
YOU MEAN PROSTITUTES?
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN.
THIS IS A NEW LOW, SPENCER. EVEN FOR YOU.
THEY'RE SCHEDULED TO MEET US
OUTSIDE OF CATAHOULA.
THEY'LL BE THERE BY THE TIME WE EMERGE
FROM THE GREAT PRIMORDIAL SWAMP.
YOU GOT ONE FOR ME?
ME?
YOU MEAN US, DON'T YOU?
WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?
BOYS, THE PURPOSE OF THE NATIONAL GUARD
IS TO KEEP YOU DARKER BROTHERS AWAY
FROM DECENT SOUTHERN WOMEN.
MAN!
HOWEVER, IN THE SPIRIT OF THE NEW SOUTH
I'VE MADE FULL ARRANGEMENTS.
HOW ABOUT YOU, HARDIN?
I GOT A WIFE.
YOU CAN COUNT ME OUT OF THIS ONE.
I SUPPOSE YOU'RE USED TO MORE SERIOUS SOLDIERING
OVER IN EL PASO.
WE HAD THINGS ORGANIZED.
ALL WE DID WAS WATCH THE BALLGAME ON TV.
SHOOT DICE AND SLEEP.
THE LOUISIANA GUARD'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT.
THEY HAVE US DOING IMPORTANT THINGS
LIKE BEATING UP ON COLLEGE KIDS.
TEAR-GASSING NIGGERS.
"PLEASE, MR. GUARDSMAN.
"NO MORE CANISTERS.
"DON'T SET THE SHEPHERD DOGS ON ME."
SEE WHAT I MEAN?
WE HAVE A LONG AND NOBLE MILITARY TRADITION.
HEY, CASPER!
TURN IT OFF, STUCKEY,
YOU DAMN, DUMB SON OF A BITCH.
[Soldiers laughing]
IN THE REAL WORLD, DO YOU DO SOMETHING USEFUL
OR ARE YOU LIKE THE REST OF THE MEN
OF THE SECOND SQUAD?
I WORK FOR TREMCO.
CHEMICAL ENGINEER.
COLLEGE MAN.
THEY'RE KIND OF RARE IN TEXAS, AREN'T THEY?
THEY MANAGE TO COME UP WITH ONE
EVERY NOW AND THEN.
ONE MIGHT GET THE IMPRESSION
YOU DON'T ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL CHAT
WITH YOUR FELLOW GUARDSMAN.
GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE RIGHT.
WELL, I CAN'T SAY AS I BLAME YOU HERE AND THERE.
REECE IS UNDER THE IMPRESSION MOST OF THE TIME
THAT HE'S IN A DIME NOVEL.
STUCKEY, HE'S NOT SMART ENOUGH
TO READ A DIME NOVEL.
THE COACH, WELL...
I THINK I KNOW THE TYPE.
LOOK, THESE GUYS ARE OKAY.
THEY JUST WANNA HAVE FUN WITH YOU,
BEING THE NEW BOY.
THEY'RE NOT OKAY.
THEY'RE JUST LOUISIANA VERSIONS
OF THE SAME DUMB REDNECKS
I'VE BEEN AROUND MY WHOLE LIFE.
2, 3, 4. COME ON, BOYS, COME ON.
WHEN I WAS TRAINING IN FORT POLK ONCE,
OUR INSTRUCTOR GOT BIT.
RIGHT HERE. BY A CORAL SNAKE.
HE JUST PUT HIS HAND ON A LOG,
TOOK HIS MACHETE OUT AND CUT IT RIGHT OFF.
TOOK IT RIGHT OFF.
HORSESHIT.
I SWEAR, IT'S THE TRUTH.
FUCK YOU.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU BELIEVE IT OR NOT.
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE INTERESTED,
WE'RE GOING ON AN OVERNIGHT RECON AND PATROL.
HUSH UP AND LISTEN UP.
WE'VE BEEN DESIGNATED "BRAVO."
THAT IS, "BRAVO TEAM." RECON AND SECURITY.
RENDEZVOUS POINT: CHARLIE.
THAT IS, CHARLIE JUST OUTSIDE CATAHOULA.
WE'RE GOING TO TRAVEL IN FILE FORMATION
WITH MAXIMUM USE OF COVER AND CONCEALMENT.
WE'RE TRAVELING TO MAKE TIME.
NO TENTS, NO SLEEPING BAGS.
PONCHOS AND LINERS ONLY.
WE'LL HAVE ALL KINDS OF WEATHER OUT THERE.
SUN, RAIN, COLD IN THE MORNING.
GET USED TO THIS IDEA
YOU'RE GOING IN THE WATER, AND IT'S GOING TO BE COLD.
CRIBBS! YOU WITH US?
SURE I AM, SARGE.
I'M REALLY UP FOR THIS ONE.
GOOD, BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY PACE MAN.
HA, HA, HA!
REECE, YOU'LL BE POINT.
NOW, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT 38 KILOMETERS.
MAKE SURE YOUR CANTEENS
ARE FILLED AT THE WATER BUFFALO.
NOW, EACH AND EVERY MEMBER DOES THEIR JOB.
I DON'T WANT NOBODY DOGGING IT OUT THERE.
YOU'RE ALL BUDDIES.
YOU'RE COUNTING AND DEPENDING ON EACH OTHER.
EVERYBODY DOES THEIR JOB.
NOW, PLEASE, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE,
TRY TO LOOK LIKE SOLDIERS.
"CIVILIAN IN PEACE. SOLDIER IN WAR."
[All] "I AM THE GUARD."
THAT'S RIGHT. TRY TO REMEMBER THAT.
[Stuckey] LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY BUILT
A WHOLE NEW OCEAN HERE.
WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT THIS COORDINATE.
EITHER THE MAP IS WRONG
OR ALL OF A SUDDEN
I CAN'T FIND MY WAY AROUND THE BLOCK.
THE CHANNEL MUST HAVE SHIFTED
WITH WINTER RAINS.
WHAT SHOULD BE LAND IS UNDER WATER.
DO YOU WANT ME TO RAISE COMPANY?
THERE'S NO NEED FOR THAT. IT'S REAL SIMPLE.
EITHER WE CAN GET ACROSS
GOING DOWN THIS POINT OF LAND
AND IT DON'T LOOK GOOD
OR WE GO ALL THE WAY BACK AND START OVER.
[Whistles]
OVER HERE.
DAMN.
SOMEBODY SHOT RUDOLPH.
WHO DO YOU THINK THESE CANOES BELONG TO?
US.
THEY BELONG TO AN INDIGENOUS PERSON.
DON'T FUCK AROUND WITH THEM.
THINK THEY FLOAT?
HELL, YES. THEY'RE PIROGUES.
CAJUNS BACK HERE USE THEM ALL THE TIME.
WELL, THEY AIN'T USING THEM NOW.
WHAT SAY WE TAKE THEM DOWN THE BAYOU?
YEAH. I CAN DEAL WITH THAT,
THE WAY MY BACK FEELS.
WE MIGHT MAKE CATAHOULA
AND I'LL PUT THEM WOMEN UNDER MARTIAL LAW.
WHAT WOMEN YOU TALKING ABOUT?
SPENCER'S RUNNING SOME LADIES.
HEAR HE'S GOT SOME SKIRTS WAITING FOR US.
[Spencer] ALL SET.
NOLEEN AND HER BAYOU QUEENS.
JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR MORALE.
REALLY?
LET ME ADD, SERGEANT
THAT THESE WOMEN ARE EXPECTING SOME
SMALL-UNIT MILITARY PENETRATION.
HA! HA!
WE SHOULDN'T TAKE THE CANOES.
THEY'RE NOT OURS.
THAT'S RIGHT. THEY'RE NOT OURS.
LET'S GET IN THEM AND TAKE OFF.
HOLD ON, FUNGO.
NOBODY GAVE YOU AN ORDER.
HOW ELSE WE GONNA GET THERE?
MAYBE YOU GOT A POINT THERE, REECE.
HELL, YES. LET'S MOVE.
WAIT.
HOW WILL THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS GET THOSE BOATS BACK
WHEN THERE'S NO OTHER ACCESS TO THE FAR SHORE?
WE ONLY NEED THREE.
THEY CAN USE THE OTHER ONES TO GET THEM BACK.
A LITTLE R AND R NEVER HURTS.
CATAHOULA, HERE WE COME.
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
[Flies buzz]
OKAY. BOWDEN, WRITE THEM A NOTE.
YES, SIR.
[Men yelling]
ALL RIGHT, GET THOSE SHIELD POTS OFF.
HOOK THEM ONTO YOUR BELT.
SHAPE UP NOW!
[Sgt. Poole] SHAPE UP.
GET IN THE GODDAMN BOAT AND LOOK LIKE SOLDIERS.
COME ON, FOLKS.
HEY! LOOK OVER THERE!
THERE THEY ARE.
THESE MUST BE THEIR CANOES.
HEY, THERE. READ THE NOTE.
WE LEFT YOU A NOTE.
DUMB COON ASSES.
THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I HOPE THEY FIND MY NOTE.
MAYBE THEY ONLY SPEAK FRENCH.
WELL, DOES ANYBODY SPEAK FRENCH?
YEAH.
VOULEZ-VOUS FUCK ME?
REECE, KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF.
WE'RE BRINGING THEM BACK.
LET 'EM HAVE IT! TAKE NO PRISONERS.
STUCKEY, YOU ASSHOLE!
CASPER, GET YOUR BOAT
OVER TO THAT POINT OF LAND NOW.
[Gunshot]
SARGE.
POOLE!
[Soldiers screaming]
HIT IT. TAKE COVER.
THEY SHOT HIM.
[Reece] GET DOWN!
SPENCER, OVER HERE. OVER THIS WAY.
JESUS CHRIST, HIS HEAD!
THEY'RE STILL SHOOTING. WHERE ARE THEY?
I DON'T KNOW. I CAN'T SEE THEM.
GET DOWN, MAN!
WE GOTTA GET POOLE.
YOU TAKE CARE OF IT.
I'LL GO AND LOOK OUT FOR THEM.
COME ON.
[Casper] COME ON, LET'S GO.
[Unloading gun]
GODDAMN YOU, STUCKEY.
NO SIGN OF THEM.
WHERE THE HELL'S THAT DAMN MAP?
[Simms] HE WAS HOLDING IT. I REMEMBER.
DAMN. COMPASS IS GONE.
HOW'D THAT HAPPEN?
IT'S IN THE WATER. WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK?
AND GUESS WHO PUT IT THERE?
THAT'S RIGHT, BOWDEN.
WHAT THE HELL'D YOU TIP US OVER FOR?
I DIDN'T TIP THE CANOES.
YOU STARTED IT. IT'S YOUR FAULT.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
YOU FUCKING PANICKED, YOU ASSHOLE.
I'LL SHOW YOU PANIC, YOU FUCKING REDNECK.
[Soldiers arguing and yelling]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
WE'RE ALL SOLDIERS TOGETHER.
DAMN IT, YOU GUYS, SHAKE HANDS.
ALL RIGHT.
OKAY.
OKAY, GOOD.
SIMMS, WHERE'S YOUR RADIO?
IN THE WATER, WHERE DO YOU THINK?
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN CHARGE OF IT.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?
LOOK.
WE HAVE A DEAD MAN HERE.
NOW, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
LET'S GO GET THE COCKSUCKERS
WHO SHOT POOLE.
I'LL DECIDE WHERE WE'RE GOING AND WHEN.
LET'S HAUL ASS.
WHAT ABOUT SGT. POOLE?
I SAY LEAVE HIM,
UNLESS YOU WANT TO CARRY HIM.
[Casper] HE'S AN AMERICAN SOLDIER.
HE'S GOT A BRONZE STAR, A PURPLE HEART,
A VIETNAM SERVICE MEDAL.
WE'RE NOT LEAVING HIM.
THE QUICKER WE GET OUT,
THE QUICKER THEY CAN COME FOR HIM.
WE'LL PURSUE OUR MISSION. IT'S OUR RESPONSIBILITY.
COME ON, CASPER, LET'S GET GOING.
NO, GODDAMN IT, WE'RE NOT LEAVING HIM HERE.
WHO SAYS?
I SAY. I'VE GOT THE STRIPES.
I'M IN CHARGE
AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE SHIT ABOUT IT.
NOW, LET'S JUST GO.
STUCKEY, YOU WERE SURE ONE DUMB SON OF A BITCH,
FIRING THAT MACHINE GUN.
YEAH, STUCKEY.
NOBODY GAVE YOU AN ORDER TO FIRE.
IT WAS ONLY A GODDAMN JOKE.
IT WAS ONLY BLANKS.
FORGET IT.
FORGET IT?
SHIT.
THIS MORON GETS SOMEBODY KILLED
AND YOU SAY, "FORGET IT?"
I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU BOYS TO REMEMBER,
STUCKEY DIDN'T SHOOT POOLE.
BIG THING IS,
AFTER WE GET POOLE TO THE HEADQUARTERS
WE'LL COME BACK AND GET THESE CAJUNS.
HELL YES.
ALL WE NEED TO DO IS SWIM A COUPLE OF HUNDRED YARDS
AND THEN FIND THEM IN THAT FOREST.
AFTER WE DONE THAT,
WE CAN CAPTURE THEM AND SHOOT THEM WITH OUR BLANKS.
[Reece] WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
THIS BAYOU FORKS TO THE EAST.
EASIEST TO GET WHERE WE WANT THAT WAY.
[Spencer] WE SHOULD HEAD NORTH.
INTERSTATE'S NORTH.
[Reece] WE'RE GOING TO THE INTERSTATE.
[Spencer] NOT IF WE GO EAST.
[Reece] FUCK YOU.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?
[Spencer] I KNOW THE BIG FIREBALL RISES IN THE EAST,
AND WE'RE WALKING RIGHT INTO IT.
[Reece] YOU GOTTA GO EAST TO GO NORTH.
[Spencer] YEAH, RIGHT.
[Cribbs] YOU WANT TO RUN THAT BY ME ONCE MORE?
WE GOT TO GO WHERE TO GO WHERE?
[Hardin] CAN SOMEBODY FIGURE OUT WHERE WE'RE GOING, AND QUICK?
[Casper] SHUT UP.
IT'S MY RESPONSIBILITY,
AND WE'RE GOING EAST TO GET NORTH.
[Spencer] GO AHEAD AND DO WHAT YOU WANT.
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THE HELL I'M GONNA DO, SPENCER.
[Casper] NOW, LET'S MOVE YOUR ASSES. COME ON.
TURKEY.
TURKEY MEAT, TURKEY SKIN,
CRACKER MEAL, TURKEY FAT, SALT.
SMOKES MADE IT THROUGH THE WATER, HUH?
YEAH, I SAVED A PACK. LUCKY, HUH?
MAYBE IT'S ABOUT TIME WE DIVIDE UP THE BULLETS.
WHAT BULLETS?
REECE HAS GOT SOME AMMO.
HE ALWAYS BRINGS SOME ALONG
JUST IN CASE HE RUNS INTO ANY BIG GAME.
BACK AT BIVOUAC
HE WAS SHOWING OFF A BOXFUL OF 5.56S.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ANYWAY, MAN?
SOME MILITARY SECRET OR SOMETHING?
NO WAY.
I BROUGHT ALONG ONE BOX OF SHELLS
FOR MY OWN USE.
I'M LOCKED AND LOADED DOWN
IN CASE I MEET THE SONS OF BITCHES THAT SHOT POOLE.
LET ME SEE YOUR WEAPON.
YOU JUST STAY ON BACK.
GIVE ME THE AMMO, WE'LL DIVIDE IT EVENLY.
WE'LL SHARE THEM.
BULLSHIT.
IT'S MINE, AND THAT'S IT.
IT'S NOT RIGHT, REECE.
GIVE HIM THE BULLETS. IT'S A MILITARY SITUATION.
I'M GIVING YOU A DIRECT ORDER, REECE.
GIVE THEM TO ME.
YOU COME ONE STEP CLOSER, CASPER,
AND I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHIN' ELSE.
THAT'S A COURT-MARTIAL OFFENSE, MAN.
GIVE ME THE AMMO, AND WE'LL DROP IT RIGHT HERE.
OTHERWISE I'M GONNA TURN YOUR ASS IN.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU--
QUIT FUCKING AROUND AND GIVE HIM THE RIFLE.
NOW.
I'LL TAKE HARDIN'S AND GIVE THEM TO HIM.
OKAY.
HERE'S YOUR AMMO.
BLADE TO THE THROAT, HUH?
IS THAT HOW THEY DO THESE THINGS IN EL PASO?
YEAH. THAT'S HOW THEY DO THINGS WHERE I GREW UP.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOME KIND OF CHEMICAL ENGINEER.
I AM.
I'M OUT OF THE HABIT OF SPENDING TIME
WITH A BUNCH OF GUN-TOTING REDNECKS.
WELL, YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.
IN LOUISIANA, WE DON'T CARRY GUNS.
WE CARRY ROPES.
RC COLAS AND MOON PIES.
WE'RE NOT TOO SMART,
BUT WE HAVE A REAL GOOD TIME.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CRIBBS?
I'M ON SENTRY.
YOU WANT A HIT OF SOME OF THIS STUFF?
HOW CAN YOU SMOKE THAT CRAP?
I AIN'T ON YOUR TEAM, COACH.
YOU COULDN'T MAKE THE SQUAD.
THAT STUFF KILLS YOUR WILL TO WIN.
HOW'D YOUR BOYS DO THIS YEAR?
THIS WAS A REBUILDING YEAR.
WE HAD INJURIES TO KEY PERSONNEL.
WE FINISHED 3 AND 7.
WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?
I PICK UP A LITTLE CASH PIMPING
BUT MOST OF WHAT I TURN OVER
COMES FROM SELLING DOPE TO HIGH-SCHOOL KIDS.
YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
NO, IT'S TRUE.
SOME OF MY BEST CUSTOMERS ARE AT FREMONT HIGH.
THEY WERE 10 AND 0 THIS YEAR, COACH.
I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS BULLSHIT.
HEY, LONNIE. HUH.
WHEN WE GONNA KICK THAT BOY'S ASS
ALL THE WAY BACK TO EL PASO?
SOON AS WE GET UP TO THE RENDEZVOUS.
THEN WE GONNA COME BACK
FOR THESE COON ASSES THAT GOT POOLE.
LONNIE,
DO YOU THINK THIS WHOLE THING IS MY FAULT?
DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
IT'S DONE.
HEY.
HOW CAN YOU GUYS PLAY CARDS
WITH SGT. POOLE LYING DEAD OVER THERE?
YOU GOT ANOTHER IDEA
ABOUT WHAT WE SHOULD BE DOING?
JUST DON'T SEEM RIGHT.
POOLE DOESN'T CARE. HE'S DEAD.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF US CAN DO ABOUT IT.
WHY NOT PLAY CARDS?
JUST DON'T SEEM RIGHT.
IT'S UP THIS WAY. OVER THERE.
OKAY. COME ON. KEEP MOVING.
SPENCER, WHAT ABOUT COMPANY COMMAND?
SHOULDN'T THEY BE WONDERING ABOUT US?
NO, NOT YET.
WE'VE BEEN OUT OF CONTACT FOR 12 HOURS.
THEY SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR US.
NO WAY.
IT'S THE NATIONAL GUARD, REMEMBER?
WE WERE SUPPOSED
TO MEET THE TRUCKS 20 MINUTES AGO.
IN ANOTHER HOUR AND A HALF,
THE TRUCKS WILL SHOW UP.
AT 2:00,
THEY'LL ASK IF ANYONE'S SEEN US.
AT 3:00, THEY'LL START CHECKING THE BARS.
AT 4:00, THEY'LL REALLY GET STEAMED.
AT 5:00, IT'LL OCCUR TO SOMEONE MAYBE WE GOT LOST.
AT 6:00, CAPTAIN'LL CONSIDER CALLING THE BATTALION.
AT 7:30, HE WILL.
THE BATTALION WILL SAY IT'S TOO LATE.
NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO TILL MORNING.
THERE'S A CABIN.
[Reece] IT'S HIM, THAT SON OF A BITCH.
WHERE'S THE OTHERS? THERE'S MORE.
FAR AS I CAN TELL, HE'S ALONE.
WE'LL CAPTURE HIM.
I CAN GET HIM FROM HERE.
THIS IS THE LOUISIANA NATIONAL GUARD,
NOT THE GODDAMN VIGILANTES.
NOW, LET'S MOVE OUR ASSES.
COME ON, LET'S GO.
ALL RIGHT. NOW, HERE'S THE PROGRAM.
WE FOUND ONE OF THE CAJUNS THAT SHOT POOLE.
WE'RE GONNA CAPTURE HIM.
HE'S UP ABOUT 250 METERS UP AHEAD.
YOU SURE HE'S ONE OF THEM?
OF COURSE. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?
WHY DON'T YOU TRY TALKING TO HIM
BEFORE BLOWING HIS HEAD OFF?
SIMMS, REECE, STUCKEY AND I
ARE THE ADVANCE UNIT.
THE INITIAL ACTION MUST BE DECISIVE.
SURPRISE IS THE KEY.
HEY, CASPER. DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?
I HEARD YOU.
WE'LL TALK TO HIM AFTER WE CAPTURE HIM.
THE REST OF YOU ARE REAR ELEMENT.
STAY 100 METERS BACK AND KEEP DOWN.
WE'LL MARRY UP AFTER THE OBJECTIVE'S SEALED OFF.
LET'S GO.
WAIT.
I VOLUNTEER FOR THE ADVANCE PARTY.
FORGET IT.
YOU DO WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE TOLD!
JESUS, THIS IS BULLSHIT.
THAT'S JUST WHAT I WAS THINKING.
YOU ALWAYS GET OUT OF EVERYTHING?
I DIDN'T SEE YOU VOLUNTEER.
THAT'S RIGHT.
I'M NOT GONNA RIDE SHOTGUN WITH THESE DUMBBELLS.
FOUR OF THEM WITH AUTOMATIC RIFLES
AGAINST SOME SWAMP RAT.
I'LL MAKE IT EVEN MONEY.
[Cribbs] WHAT ARE YOU DOING, COACH?
SHUT UP.
AH!
LET'S GO. COME ON.
YOU'RE UNDER ARREST.
HARDIN,
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THAT PRISONER.
I TOLD YOU TO STAY BACK.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, SERGEANT.
BULLSHIT.
YOU USED YOUR REAL BULLETS,
JUST PISSED THEM AWAY.
I DIDN'T PANIC.
ALL RIGHT. EASY NOW.
WE GOTTA INTERROGATE HIM.
[Speaking Cajun French]
SURRENDER.
DROP THE KNIFE.
[Speaking Cajun French]
SON OF A BITCH. I SAID, "DROP THE KNIFE!"
[Speaking Cajun French]
ARGH!
SON OF A BITCH.
YOU COULD HAVE BUSTED HIS JAW.
THAT'S RIGHT.
WE WANT HIM TO TALK.
YOU ALMOST KNOCKED HIS MOUTH CLEAR DOWN TO HIS ASS.
JESUS CHRIST, SIMMS.
WE GOTTA INTERROGATE THE MAN.
HOW CAN HE TALK TO US IF YOU GO AND BREAK HIS JAW?
THAT'S HIS FUCKING PROBLEM.
WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?
THAT SON OF A BITCH SHOT POOLE.
OH, FUCK HIM.
COME ON, LONNIE. LET'S GO SEE WHAT'S INSIDE.
CAN YOU TALK?
[Speaking French]
WHERE'S YOUR BUDDIES?
HOW MANY OF THEM ARE THERE?
[Speaking French]
WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS THAT?
THIS CAJUN GOT HIMSELF A COUPLE OF MINK THIS MORNING.
GODDAMN,
THIS BOY'S A POACHER.
WE POACHED THE POACHER.
HEY, LONNIE.
YEAH, HE'S SHINED HIS LAST JIGGER.
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE, CASPER?
WE GOT OURSELVES A PRISONER.
CONGRATULATIONS.
I THINK YOU GUYS HAVE DONE A WONDERFUL JOB.
DID YOU HAVE TO CUT HIS ARM OFF, TOO?
I'D SAY HE USED THIS DYNAMITE TO KILL FISH.
WE GOT US A GENUINE OUTLAW.
CASPER, ALL KINDS OF GOOD SHIT IN HERE.
SIMMS,
I DON'T WANT YOU HITTING HIM AGAIN.
YOU'RE THE ONE THAT BELTED HIM?
GODDAMN RIGHT.
NOW, WHAT YOU WANNA GO AND DO THAT FOR?
I DUNNO. JUST GOT PISSED.
HELL, MAN,
THIS ARMY BULLSHIT IS GETTING TO YOU.
BEANS, HOMINY, SPINACH.
THIS IS BETTER THAN SEA RATIONS.
GUNS, KNIVES,
AMMO, SUPPLIES.
WE GOT IT ALL RIGHT HERE.
I'D SAY WE'VE CONDUCTED OURSELVES
A PRETTY SUCCESSFUL LITTLE RAID.
WE CAN PACK THIS SHIT OUT LATER.
LET'S GO INTERROGATE THE PRISONER.
CRIBBS.
YEAH?
TIE UP THE PRISONER.
HOW AM I TO TIE UP A MAN
WHEN HE ONLY HAS ONE ARM TO DO THE TYING?
[Spencer] MAYBE WE OUGHT TO TRY TALKING TO HIM.
DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?
DOES ANYBODY HERE SPEAK FRENCH?
BOWDEN?
YEAH.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, COACH?
DON'T BOTHER ME. NOT NOW, NOT EVER.
WELL, I'LL GIVE IT A TRY.
I HAD A COUPLE OF YEARS OF PARLEZ-VOUS IN HIGH SCHOOL.
UH.
[Speaking French]
SHIT, I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW TO SAY "SHOOT."
HOW ABOUT, "BANG-BANG"?
[Speaking French]
BANG
[Speaking Cajun French]
I THINK HE'S SAYING HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.
IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ANY FRENCH I EVER STUDIED.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? I SAW HIM.
I WAS THERE, TOO, I COULDN'T SWEAR TO NOTHING.
I CAN'T REMEMBER IF THE MAN HAD ONE ARM.
HE WAS 100 YARDS AWAY, REMEMBER?
WE'LL TAKE THIS PRISONER BACK
TO STAFF COMMAND
FOR INTERROGATION.
THEN HE CAN STAND TRIAL.
EVERYONE OVER TO THE RAIN BARREL.
FILL YOUR CANTEENS.
I WANT TO PUT SOME MILES
BETWEEN US AND HERE.
LONNIE.
[Glass shattering]
BOWDEN, YOU DUMMY, THERE'S DYNAMITE IN THERE.
HIT IT!
GET DOWN!
THAT'LL TEACH HIM TO FUCK WITH US.
YEAH, RIGHT. CAN'T ARGUE WITH THAT.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BOWDEN?
YOU BLEW THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING.
WELL, I DO WHAT I DO.
WHAT'D YOU PAINT THE CROSS ON YOUR CHEST FOR?
IT WAS PART OF THE JOKE.
WHAT JOKE?
IT'S A CORPORAL JOKE, PRIVATE.
WHAT THE HELL, BOWDEN? YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH.
YOU BLEW UP ALL THE SUPPLIES WE CAPTURED.
ALL THE GUNS, THE AMMO, AND THE FOOD.
CASPER.
SOMETIMES YOU MUST ABANDON PRINCIPLES TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT.
MAYBE WE BETTER FIND THE INTERSTATE.
LET'S GET GOING, CASPER.
YOUR LITTLE RAID'S ABOUT FINISHED.
YEAH, RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT, MEN, MOVE OUT.
GET ON.
THAT DUMBSHIT, BOWDEN.
DEMOLITION OF THAT DAMN SHACK,
WE LOST EVERYTHING WE CAPTURED.
YEAH, AND IT COULD'VE WORKED AS A SIGNAL
FOR THIS BASTARD'S RELATIVES TO GATHER ROUND.
YOU THINK WE STILL GOTTA WORRY
ABOUT THOSE COONEY ASSES?
HELL, YES.
WE GOT A LOT MORE WORRY ABOUT THAN ME AND YOU.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME.
YEAH, THEY THINK YOU BOYS ARE BAD LUCK.
THEY MIGHT BE RIGHT.
I'VE HUNG AROUND NIGGERS MY WHOLE LIFE
AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN A BREAK YET.
LISTEN, FELLAS.
SORRY ABOUT THAT INCIDENT BACK THERE.
I GUESS I WAS A LITTLE, UH, OVER-EMOTIONAL.
YEAH, YOU COULD SAY THAT.
YOU COULD ALSO SAY
YOU WERE TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL.
I'M SORRY,
BUT I ADMIRED SGT. POOLE A GREAT DEAL.
I LIKED HIM A LOT.
I HOPE THAT'LL EXCUSE MY EXCESSIVE BEHAVIOR.
SURE.
SAY, COACH...
AT THE RISK OF A PUNCH IN THE MOUTH--
DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT, HARDIN.
WHY'D YOU PAINT THE CROSS ON YOUR CHEST?
YOU KNOW THE AVENGING ANGEL AND ALL THAT?
I THOUGHT AT LEAST YOU MIGHT GET IT.
SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU, COACH.
OH, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I THINK I SHOULD APOLOGIZE TO THE REST OF THE MEN.
[Walking through water]
I GOT NEWS FOR YOU.
HE'S NUTS.
I MEAN REALLY FUCKING NUTS.
THIS IS NOT EXACTLY NEWS TO THE REST OF US.
IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT TO SAY?
AFTER THAT WHOLE NUMBER HE PULLED BACK THERE?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?
HE'S A DUMB SON OF A BITCH.
HE'S REAL EMOTIONAL AND HE GOT PISSED OFF.
"HE GOT PISSED OFF."
SO HE PAINTS HIMSELF RED, LAUGHS LIKE A FUCKING MANIAC
AND BLOWS OFF LIKE A VOLCANO.
WHAT IF HE IS CRAZY?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?
PUT HIM IN A CAGE? SHOOT HIM?
EITHER ONE SOUNDS OKAY TO ME.
ANY CHANCE WE'LL EVER GET OUT OF HERE?
DAMN RIGHT WE ARE.
I FIGURE IT'S TWO HOURS TOP AND WE HIT THE I-10.
WHAT'S ALL THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
DON'T MEAN NOTHING.
JUST SOME DUDE DRYING HIS SKINS.
IT'S A FUNNY WAY OF STRETCHING A SKIN.
YOU SURE THEY WEREN'T LEFT FOR US?
THERE'S EIGHT OF THEM.
SO WHAT?
THERE'S EIGHT OF US.
WHAT ABOUT THIS SHIT?
YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?
[Speaking Cajun French]
COME ON, LET'S KEEP GOING.
RIGHT.
WE'RE NOT DOING ANY GOOD HERE NO MATTER WHY THEY WERE LEFT.
[Stuckey] GODDAMN IT, CASPER,
WHERE'S THE HIGHWAY? IT'S BEEN HOURS.
PROBABLY RIGHT UP AHEAD HERE.
CAN'T BE TOO FAR.
[Spencer] RIGHT.
USED TO RUN RIGHT THROUGH HERE.
THOSE ECOLOGY BOYS MUST HAVE MOVED IT.
[Casper] FUCK YOU, SPENCER.
ALL RIGHT, HOLD UP.
EVERYBODY TAKE FIVE.
I'M GONNA GO GET OUR BEARINGS.
WITH WHAT? WE DON'T HAVE A COMPASS, REMEMBER?
EVER HEAR OF TAKING A READING OFF THE SUN?
SURE. RISES IN THE EAST, SETS IN THE WEST.
INTERSTATE'S NORTH.
IF YOU ASK ME THAT'S NOT WHERE WE'RE HEADED,
SO WHY DON'T YOU GO READ THE SUN?
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M GONNA DO. THANKS.
SAY, MAN, THIS CAT KNOW WHAT HE DOING?
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
THEN WHY THE HELL ARE WE FOLLOWING HIM?
HE'S GOT STRIPES, THAT'S WHY.
[Reece] MAYBE SOME OF YOU BOYS
OUGHT TO REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A MILITARY OPERATION.
COMING FROM YOU, REECE, THAT'S A REAL CLASSIC.
[Dogs barking]
HEY.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
DOGS, MAN. WHAT YOU THINK?
IT'S HUNTING DOGS.
HUNTING DOGS MEAN HUNTERS.
THEY CAN SHOW US THE WAY OUT OF HERE.
GETTING CLOSE.
YEAH.
GREAT!
CASPER, WE GOT SOME HUNTING BOYS NEARBY.
THEY CAN SHOW US THE WAY OUT OF HERE, CASPER.
THEY CAN SHOW US THE WAY OUT.
[Dogs barking]
[Dogs growling]
LONNIE.
ARGH!
GODDAMN IT.
GODDAMN, HE GOT ME.
DAMN BASTARDS.
SHIT! OH, SHIT.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
HARDIN, HOW BAD? IS HE OKAY?
I THINK SO. SHIT!
SPENCER?
YEAH.
REECE?
SONS OF BITCHES!
GODDAMN, SICKING THEIR GODDAMN DOGS ON US!
HOW COULD THEY DO THAT?
THEY SICKED THEIR GODDAMN DOGS ON US!
REECE! KNOCK IT OFF, DAMN IT!
THEY WEREN'T HIS DOGS.
THE HELL THEY WEREN'T.
WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON, ANYWAY?
WELL, I AIN'T ON YOURS, REECE,
THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.
REECE, KNOCK IT OFF!
ALL OF YOU, KNOCK IT OFF.
THAT'S JUST WHAT THE ENEMY WANTS,
IS US FIGHTING AMONG OURSELVES.
GODDAMNIT.
EVERYBODY JUST TAKE FIVE
AND PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER.
AND YOU GO COOL OFF.
COME ON, MAN.
SPENCER?
YEAH?
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE.
I DON'T GET YOU.
WELL, I'LL MAKE IT REAL SIMPLE.
MY COMPANY TRANSFERS ME TO BATON ROUGE.
I BEEN DOWN HERE ABOUT 6 MONTHS.
NOW, I DON'T KNOW A GODDAMN THING
ABOUT THE SWAMPS OF LOUISIANA.
I GET SENT ON SOME BULLSHIT MILITARY EXERCISE
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN
GUYS START COMING AT US FROM OUT OF THE TREES.
NOW, I'LL ASK YOU AGAIN: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?
AND I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING.
I'M JUST A CITY BOY.
YOU GOT A QUESTION ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
I HAVEN'T THE SLIGHTEST FUCKING IDEA.
WE RAN INTO SOME REAL WEIRD PEOPLE
AND MAYBE THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL US.
ALL BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE FIRED BLANKS
OUT OF HIS DAMN MACHINE GUN.
YEAH.
BECAUSE A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES STOLE SOME BOATS.
YEAH.
[Reece] CASPER, HE'S GETTING HEAVY.
IT CAN'T BE TOO MUCH FARTHER.
WHY DON'T WE LEAVE HIM AND COME BACK?
[Casper] NO, I TOLD YOU BEFORE.
THIS SON OF A BITCH WEIGHS A TON.
[Casper] DON'T CALL POOLE THAT.
WELL, HE CAN'T HEAR ME.
WELL, I CAN.
SHIT, CASPER, THE COCKSUCKER'S DEAD.
I'M JUST TALKING ABOUT THE BODY.
GODDAMN IT, REECE
I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR YOU
CALLING HIM ANY OF THAT SHIT.
WATCH OUT.
WHAT?
WHAT YOU ALMOST STEPPED IN.
[Casper] JESUS CHRIST!
LOOK AT THEM BASTARDS.
JUST LIKE A STEEL PUSSY.
WHAT KIND OF WOMEN YOU BEEN HANGING OUT WITH?
ALL LAID OUT. SEVEN OF THEM.
LIKE THE RABBITS.
THERE WERE 8 RABBITS.
THEN HOW COME THERE'S ONLY 7 OF THESE?
DID WE LOSE ANYBODY?
THEY WERE SET FOR US?
EITHER US, OR THE LAST SEVEN BEARS
IN THE STATE OF LOUISIANA.
HEY.
[Speaking French]
WHAT'D YOU ASK HIM?
I ASKED HIM WHAT THEY WERE DOING THERE.
YOU SON OF A BITCH, ARE THERE ANY MORE?
HUH? HUH?
I'M TALKING TO YOU!
REECE, CUT IT OUT. COME ON, KNOCK IT OFF.
NOW, LOOK.
THEY DIDN'T GET US AND THEY'RE NOT GONNA.
LET'S SADDLE UP. WE'RE WASTING TIME.
THE INTERSTATE AIN'T THAT FAR.
NOW, LET'S MOVE OUT. CRIBBS, YOU TAKE POINT.
COME ON, TYRONE!
DAMN, CASPER, I DON'T SEE WHY I'M POINT.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE HIGHWAY IS.
YOU'RE ALWAYS TALKING LIKE YOU KNOW.
WHY DON'T YOU COME UP HERE AND BE POINT?
[Casper] NO UNNECESSARY NOISE
AND NO TALKING IN FORMATION.
ARGH!
CRIBBS!
JESUS CHRIST, CRIBBS!
[Bowden] OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN,
HALLOWED BE THY NAME
THY KINGDOM COME, THY WILL BE DONE
ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.
GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD.
AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES
AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US.
LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION
BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL.
FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM...
THINE IS THE KINGDOM...
AND THE POWER AND THE GLORY,
FOREVER. AMEN.
WE GIVE THIS PRAYER AS DEAD MEN
ASKING FOR OUR SALVATION.
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY MORE OF THAT KIND OF TALK.
NOW, WE'RE AT WAR, AND THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.
I WANT YOU TO START LOOKING LIKE SOLDIERS
AND NOT LIKE MAILMEN.
WEAPONS CARRIED AT THE READY.
NOW, WE'VE ONLY GOT ABOUT A HALF HOUR OF DAYLIGHT LEFT.
SO, THIS IS IT. WE'LL BIVOUAC HERE.
A CLEARING THIS BIG WILL MAKE IT TOUGH
FOR THOSE BASTARDS TO COME SNEAK UP ON US.
ALL RIGHT. CASPER, WAIT A SECOND.
LET'S TALK A FEW THINGS OVER.
TOMORROW MORNING,
HELICOPTERS WILL BE LOOKING FOR US.
GOOD CHANCE THEY'LL FIND US,
IF WE STAY IN CLEAR GROUND LIKE THIS.
SO, ALL WE HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT UNTIL THEN
IS THE CAJUNS, RIGHT?
WE DON'T KNOW THE ENEMY'S STRENGTH
OR HIS DISPOSITION.
HE MAY HAVE THE ADVANTAGE OF FAMILIAR TERRAIN
BUT WE HAVE THE ADVANTAGE OF MILITARY TRAINING.
THAT'S A TERRIFIC SPEECH,
BUT I WANT TO IMPROVE OUR ODDS A BIT.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING AFTER, SPENCER?
[Spencer] MAYBE THEY WANT THIS TRAPPER BACK.
MAYBE HE'S ALL THEY WANT.
LET'S TAKE THE CHANCE AND LET HIM GO.
THAT MAN KILLED POOLE.
THE ONLY PLACE HE'S GOING IS WITH US.
WE DON'T KNOW THAT HE KILLED POOLE.
HE'S JUST THE FIRST CAJUN WE RAN INTO.
SPENCER,
YOU KNOW THEY'RE FIXING TO KILL US ALL.
YOU GOT IT.
LOOK, I'M TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT ALL THIS.
REECE, YOU AND STUCKEY GAG THE PRISONER
AND TIE HIM TO A TREE.
SIMMS, GO ON SENTRY.
CASPER, YOU'RE A DUMB ASSHOLE!
YOU LISTEN TO ME, SPENCER, AND YOU LISTEN REAL GOOD.
NOW, TOMORROW MORNING,
WE'RE HEADING NORTH WITH THE PRISONER.
THE MAN WHO KILLED POOLE.
THE MAN WHOSE BUDDIES KILLED TYRONE CRIBBS.
IN CASE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, SPENCER,
THEY WERE FRIENDS OF OURS.
NOW, LET'S ALL GET UNPACKED AND BEDDED DOWN.
NO FIRE TONIGHT.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YEAH, I'M OKAY.
YOU KNOW, YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT ABOUT THE TRAPPER.
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?
MAYBE I CAN'T BELIEVE ANY OF THIS SHIT, THAT'S WHY.
HUH.
WELL, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU START.
LOOK, THE PROBLEM ISN'T WHAT THE HELL I BELIEVE IN
OR DON'T BELIEVE IN.
WELL, WHAT IS?
HOW LONG WE'RE GONNA FOLLOW
THIS DUMB BASTARD CASPER.
LOOKS TO ME
LIKE HE'S LEADING US AROUND IN CIRCLES.
AND?
MAYBE WE NEED A NEW LEADER.
YOU VOLUNTEERING FOR THE JOB?
I'M THE NEW BOY, REMEMBER?
YOU KNOW THESE GUYS. IT'S YOUR MOVE.
BESIDES, I'M NOT THE VOLUNTEERING TYPE.
HA! HA! HA!
YOU'RE TERRIFIC, HARDIN.
YOU DON'T WANT TO VOLUNTEER, BUT YOU DON'T MIND
VOLUNTEERING ME FOR THE COURT-MARTIAL.
FUCK YOU.
I GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU, CASPER.
FRAGMENTATION.
WHAT?
REMEMBER, YOU'RE TRAINING. I'M MAKING A GRENADE HERE.
SEE, EVEN BLANK ROUNDS CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE,
IF YOU IMPROVISE.
DAMN IT, DON'T GIVE ME THIS CRAP.
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
IT'S BOWDEN.
THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG. HE WON'T TALK.
SPENCER SAYS HE'S JUST GONE TOTALLY CRAZY.
YOU BETTER COME OVER, I THINK HE'S RIGHT.
COME ON.
[Casper] LOOK, BOWDEN.
NOW, IT'S BEEN KIND OF ROUGH ON ALL OF US.
I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE NOT FEELING TOO GOOD.
WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO US ABOUT IT?
COME ON, BOWDEN.
BOWDEN, I'M GIVING YOU AN ORDER.
NOW, DAMN IT, TALK TO US!
HELL, I DON'T KNOW.
I DO.
THE MOTHERFUCKER'S CRAZY.
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WITH HIM?
LEAVE HIM THERE.
MAYBE HE'LL BE BETTER IN THE MORNING.
THE HELL WE ARE.
THIS GUY MADE HIS OWN BOMB, REMEMBER?
YOU'RE GONNA TIE HIM UP.
WE DON'T WANT HIM UP WHILE WE'RE SLEEPING.
HE'S WAY TOO BIG AND DANGEROUS.
USE YOUR HEAD, CASPER.
HE'S RIGHT.
[Simms] HE IS, CASPER. WHAT THE HELL?
[Reece] WON'T HURT NOTHING TO TIE HIM UP.
AIN'T NO GOOD TO US, ANYHOW.
NEVER WAS, AS FAR AS THAT GOES.
IF HE'S TIED UP, WE LOSE POTENTIAL FIREPOWER.
JESUS CHRIST, CASPER, GET A GODDAMN ROPE
AND QUIT JERKING OFF ABOUT FIREPOWER.
REMEMBER THE LAST TIME YOU MOUTHED OFF TO ME?
BULLSHIT, CASPER. THIS AIN'T A GODDAMN GAME.
ALL RIGHT, THERE'S 40 FEET OF ROPE IN MY PACK.
GO GET IT, SIMMS.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, REECE?
THIS MAN'S GONNA TALK TO ME.
LET HIM UP.
YOU STAY OUT OF THIS.
I SAID, LET HIM UP.
SURE.
NOW YOU HAPPY?
THAT'S THE SECOND TIME YOU ASKED FOR IT WITH ME.
THIS TIME YOU'RE GONNA GET AN ANSWER.
ABOUT TIME I PAID YOU OFF, COWBOY.
HOW ABOUT I BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF, REECE?
YOU AIN'T GOT THE BALLS.
OKAY, YOU GOT IT.
[Speaking Cajun French]
KILL HIM!
ARGH!
HE'S DEAD.
REECE IS DEAD.
LOOKS LIKE YOUR PRISONER GOT AWAY, CASPER.
[Stuckey] LONNIE!
LET ME GO, GODDAMN IT!
I'M GONNA GET YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH.
YOU HEAR ME? I'M GONNA GET YOU!
HOW MANY MORE GRAVES
WILL WE BE LEAVING HERE?
NO MORE OF OURS, I CAN TELL YOU.
YOU CAN TELL ME THAT.
SHUT UP!
YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'M TALKING TO EVERYBODY, INCLUDING YOU.
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND DIG THE GRAVE.
WHY DON'T YOU DIG IT?
YOU'RE THE ONE THAT KILLED HIM!
I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU AGAIN. KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT
AND DIG THAT GODDAMN GRAVE.
I DON'T WANT TO BLOW THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.
LOOK, JUST DO WHAT THE HELL HE SAYS.
DIG.
[Thunder]
[Casper] WE'VE HAD 3 CASUALTIES.
WE'RE NOT GONNA HAVE ANY MORE.
SURVIVAL IS A MENTAL OUTLOOK.
NOW, IF YOU'RE NOT PREPARED MENTALLY TO OVERCOME
ALL OBSTACLES AND HARDSHIPS
THE CHANCES OF YOUR COMING OUT ALIVE
ARE GREATLY REDUCED.
WE'RE GETTING TIRED
OF LISTENING TO ALL THIS, CASPER.
GODDAMN YOU, SPENCER, I'M TRYING TO DO MY BEST!
I KNOW YOU ARE, CASPER.
BUT QUOTING THE MANUAL ISN'T HELPING MUCH.
YOU THINK YOU COULD DO ANY BETTER?
YEAH, I DO.
BUT I'M THE TEAM LEADER.
YOU'RE NOT EVEN A CORPORAL, YOU'RE JUST A P.F.C.!
I'M GETTING TIRED OF THIS DAMN CRAP.
I'M WITH YOU, SPENCER.
CASPER, YOU ARE NEVER GONNA FIND
THAT FUCKING HIGHWAY.
CASPER.
DO YOU PROMISE ME
THAT THIS TEXAS ASSHOLE'S GONNA BE COURT-MARTIALED?
HE'S GOT TO BE.
HE KILLED A FELLOW SOLDIER.
THEN I'M WITH YOU.
HARDIN.
WHAT'S THIS VOTING BULLSHIT?
LET'S GET MOVING.
[Spencer] COME ON, BOWDEN. LET'S GO HOME.
SPENCER, YOU JUST CAN'T WALK OFF LIKE THIS!
WE'RE A SQUAD, A UNIT!
WE'RE "BRAVO TEAM."
YOU GUYS ARE DESERTING.
YOU BET YOUR ASS WE ARE.
YOU COMING?
COME ON, STUCKEY, LET'S GO.
[Spencer] HOW'S YOUR ARM?
[Bowden] IT'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
[Spencer] LOOK, FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH,
I KNOW REECE WAS A REAL SON OF A BITCH.
[Bowden] I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM.
[Spencer] YEAH, WELL, MAYBE IT WAS SELF-DEFENSE.
[Bowden] LOOK, LET'S JUST DROP IT.
IT'S OVER WITH.
RIGHT.
[Simms] HEY, SPENCER,
WHAT CHANCE DO WE GOT?
YOU WERE ALWAYS SO SMART ABOUT EVERYTHING.
NOW YOU'RE THE LEADER.
SO GIVE ME AN ANSWER.
[Spencer] WELL, THEY GOT STATE TROOPERS,
HELICOPTERS, HOUND DOGS.
EVERYONE IN LOUISIANA LOOKING FOR US.
[Simms] I TELL YOU, SPENCER,
I'VE HAD IT WITH THEM HOUND DOGS.
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING ELSE,
WHOEVER'S LOOKING FOR US, THEY BETTER MAKE IT QUICK.
HEY!
[Gunshots]
COME ON!
SIMMS!
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
I THOUGHT I SAW SOMETHING.
WHERE?
OVER THERE.
ARE YOU SURE? I DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING.
ME NEITHER.
DIDN'T YOU HEAR IT? YOU MUST'VE HEARD IT!
I DIDN'T HEAR NOTHING!
[Casper] YOU WASTED YOUR BULLETS
JUST LIKE BOWDEN DID.
WELL, THERE'S NOTHING NOW.
WHAT THE FUCK?
COME ON, LET'S TAKE OFF.
MOTHERFUCKERS!
[Gunshots]
[Spencer] SIMMS!
NO MORE!
CHRIST.
THEY DUG THEM UP.
THEY DUG THEM ALL UP.
[Men shouting]
THEY'VE OUTFLANKED US. WE'RE PINNED DOWN.
WHY DON'T YOU COVER ME, SIMMS?
WITH WHAT? ALL I GOT IS BLANKS.
NO RADIO, NO AMMO, NO AIR SUPPORT, NO MORTARS:
HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT?
DON'T FUCKING ASK ME.
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT.
WELL, FIRE THE GODDAMN BLANKS!
USE ANYTHING YOU GOT.
I GOT 4 BULLETS.
WHAT ABOUT MINE?
YOU SHOT YOURS, ASSHOLE.
GET READY.
COME ON, WE'RE GONNA RETREAT.
[Casper] RETREAT! FALL BACK!
LISTEN.
WHAT?
LISTEN!
I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING.
I CAN HEAR IT.
[Helicopter]
THERE!
[Men yelling]
HEY! DOWN HERE!
HEY!
WELL, IF HE SAW US, HE'S GOTTA COME BACK.
HE COULDN'T LAND HERE. THERE'S TOO MANY TREES.
HEY.
WHERE'S STUCKEY?
PLEASE!
HELP ME!
PLEASE!
STUCKEY!
ALL RIGHT, SPREAD OUT. WE GOTTA FIND HIM.
TEAMS. HARDIN AND I'LL TAKE BOWDEN,
CASPER GOES WITH SIMMS.
WHEN YOU FIND HIM, FIRE EVERY 5 MINUTES,
THE OTHER TEAM WILL FIND ITS WAY.
WHAT IF WE DON'T FIND HIM?
[Spencer] WAIT AN HOUR.
FIRE 5 BLANKS, THEN ONE EVERY 5 MINUTES.
BOTH TEAMS WILL WORK BACK TO EACH OTHER.
LET'S GO.
STUCKEY!
STUCKEY, YOU FUCKING REDNECK,
WHERE ARE YOU?
SHIT!
DIRTY SONS OF BITCHES.
GO ON, SIMMS, GET BACK TO THE OTHERS.
YOU'RE CRAZY.
GO ON.
YOU'RE CRAZY.
YOU HEARD ME. GO ON, GET OUT OF HERE!
[Gunshot]
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.
I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.
I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!
[Gunshot]
STUCKEY!
[Spencer] I THINK ALL WE'RE DOING
IS TELLING THE OPPOSITION WHERE WE ARE.
[Hardin] THEY AIN'T HAD TOO MUCH TROUBLE
FINDING US UP TILL NOW.
CASPER!
SIMMS!
COME ON, LET'S GO.
WE'VE GOTTA GO FOR OURSELVES NOW.
THE OTHERS MAKE IT, THEN THEY MAKE IT.
YEAH, OKAY.
BOY, THIS IS A GREAT STATE YOU GOT HERE.
THEY SENT OUT ONE FUCKING HELICOPTER.
WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT THEM TO DO,
SEND OUT THE NATIONAL GUARD?
"CIVILIAN IN PEACE.
"SOLDIER IN WAR. I AM THE GUARD."
BOWDEN?
HEY, BOWDEN,
DO YOU WANT TO TALK?
HEY, COACH?
[Sighs]
WHAT DOES HE COACH, ANYWAY?
FOOTBALL, WHAT ELSE?
I THINK HE TEACHES HISTORY OR SOMETHING, TOO.
LOOKS LIKE IT'S ALL HISTORY FOR HIM NOW,
POOR BASTARD.
COULD BE HISTORY FOR US, TOO,
IF WE DON'T GET A BREAK.
YEAH.
TOMORROW, YOU'LL BE SITTING IN YOUR DEN
WITH A BEER IN YOUR HAND
LISTENING TO YOUR OLD LADY BULLSHIT.
I DON'T HAVE A DEN.
I'LL BUY YOU ONE, IF WE EVER GET OUT OF HERE.
GREAT.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?
FIVE YEARS.
HAPPY?
HUH?
AS IN, "HAPPILY MARRIED."
YEAH.
I LIKE HER, SHE'S GOT A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR.
WHAT'S IT TO YOU?
I JUST THOUGHT IF I GOT OUT OF HERE AND YOU DIDN'T,
MAYBE I'D LOOK HER UP.
I SAID SHE HAD A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR.
I DON'T.
YEAH, MINE'S STRETCHED A BIT THIN, TOO, AT THE MOMENT.
SINCE THEY GOT THE TRAPPER BACK
THEY MUST BE HUNTING US JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT.
YOU GOT AN IDEA OF SOMETHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT,
OR YOU JUST TALKING FOR THE RECORD?
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I'M SAYING FOR THE RECORD.
I WANT TO LIVE.
I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GONNA DO IT.
BUT I'M GONNA FIGHT MY WAY OUT OF HERE.
WELL, DON'T FORGET TO SAVE ME A SEAT, PAL.
DON'T WORRY, YOU GOT IT.
[Wind howling]
[Train whistle blows]
LET'S GO!
POOR SON OF A BITCH.
I WON'T KILL YOU ALL, IF I DON'T GOT TO.
I GOT A BAYOU OVER HERE.
TAKE IT.
STAY TO THE WEST SIDE.
YOU WANT TO FIND A ROAD ABOUT A MILE UP THERE.
DO YOU MIND TELLING US WHAT'S GOING ON?
IT'S REAL SIMPLE. WE LIVE BACK IN HERE.
THIS IS OUR HOME AND NOBODY DON'T FUCK WITH US.
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
[Cajun man] WHAT ABOUT HIM?
DID HE DO IT TO HIMSELF
OR DID YOUR FRIENDS HELP HIM OUT?
[Gunshot]
IF I WAS YOU, I'D QUIT ASKING QUESTIONS AND HAUL ASS.
MY BUDDIES, THEY'RE NOT NICE LIKE ME.
ARE WE SUPPOSED TO SAY THANKS?
YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY NOTHING, SOLDIER.
COME ON, HARDIN.
OVER THERE.
TRUCK.
FUCKING TRUCK.
[Speaking Cajun French]
HUH?
YOU LOSE YOU IN THERE.
YEAH.
YOU WANT A RIDE, HUH?
OH, GOD, YES.
[Speaking Cajun French]
THROW YOU IN THE BACK.
SURE, YOU BET. NEXT TOWN, RIGHT?
THAT'S RIGHT, YEAH.
GREAT.
[Pigs grunting]
*[Traditional Cajun music playing]
[Dog barking]
[Truck honking]
[Hardin] CAN'T BE CATAHOULA. JUST SOME BACKWOODS STOP.
WHAT ABOUT THE TOWN THEY WERE TAKING US TO?
GUESS THIS IS IT.
SAY, WHERE'S THE TELEPHONE?
WE GOT ELECTRIC LIGHTS BUT NO TELEPHONE.
WE WANT TO GO TO A TOWN WITH A TELEPHONE.
EAT FIRST. WE GO IN TOWN MORE LATER.
NO, WE WANT TO GO TO TOWN NOW.
NO, HAVE SOMETHING TO DRINK. PASS A GOOD TIME WITH US.
[Speaking French]
YOU MAKE THAT TELEPHONE MORE LATER.
[Cajun woman] YOU ALL COME WITH ME.
I'LL SHOW YOU WHERE YOU CAN WASH YOURSELVES.
[Speaking French]
WASH UP?
[Speaking French]
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
I THINK I'LL FEEL BETTER. CLEANER, ANYWAY.
YEAH? BUT WHAT ABOUT SAFER?
WELL, I WOULDN'T LIE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP.
MAYBE WE SHOULD FORGET ABOUT MR. AND MISS CAJUN.
TRY TO FIND THE NEXT TOWN BY OURSELVES.
WHAT FOR?
THEY'RE STILL LOOKING TO SURPRISE US IN THE SWAMP.
BE SAFER HERE.
OKAY.
WE'LL GRAB A RIDE WITH THE FIRST THING OUT OF HERE.
MERCI.
RELAX, HARDIN. THESE ARE THE GOOD CAJUNS.
THEM OTHER GUYS ARE A LONG WAYS BACK.
YOU RELAX.
*[Playing traditional Cajun music]
LOOK AT THOSE 2 GUYS.
WHAT 2 GUYS?
GETTING OUT OF THE BOAT.
YEAH.
YOU THINK THEY'RE THE ONES THAT HAVE BEEN AFTER US?
HELL, I DON'T KNOW. I NEVER SEEN THEM.
I THINK IT'S THEM.
DON'T GO GETTING PARANOID ON ME.
I GOT REASON TO BE PARANOID AND SO DO YOU.
THEY GOT TO KILL US.
WE'RE THE ONLY WITNESSES.
DON'T SWEAT IT.
THEY CAN'T PULL ANYTHING IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY.
[Woman speaking French]
I'M TELLING YOU, HARDIN, RELAX.
RIGHT.
[Gunshot]
EXCUSE-MOI.
[Music stops playing]
*[Music plays]
[Man] HEY!
OH!
[Music stops playing]
[Bang on door]
AH!
AHH!
[Heavy breathing]
*[Music plays]
AHH!
*[Singing in Cajun French]
UGH!
AH!
UH!