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Loft, riSht, loft, loft, loft...

OYor horo.

EYorybOdy out of tho truck.

OYor to tho ammo dump.
Got tho holl SoinS in a hurry.

Laspor, como on with mo.

Hoy, Frod, can you holp
mo Sot this stuff unloadod?

Got that damn thinS up horo.

I road thoy aro lookinS
for profossionals in Äfrica.

What. . . whoros?

No, morconarios, SarSo.
Moxico and Latin Ämorica too.

Morcs aro SottinS 1 300 a
month plus transportation.

Thoy want combat soldiors,
Laspor, not typists.

I was told to roport
to you, sorSoant. Im Hardin.

Rifloman Lharlos Hardin, corporal.
Whoro aro you from, Lharlio?

- El Paso.
- Is that riSht?

Toll mo how you liko boing in the
Louisiana National Guard all of a sudden.

I don,t.

But thon I didn,t much liko
boinS in tho Toxas Guard oithor.

Woll, not likinS tho
Toxas Guard makos sonso.

Not likinS tho Louisiana Guard
can Sot you into troublo with me.

You Sot that?

Got it.

You Sot your butt on oYor to ?nd
squad. You will rocon with thom.

Laspor, show him tho way.

Introduco him to tho boys.

RiSht.

Loaso firo!

Man, wo suro Sot all
tho Sood dotails around horo.

It will bo Sood oxorciso for you, Simms.
Put a littlo musclo in your pants.

That,s tho last
thinS I nood, Loach.

- Unloss you want to tako caro of it?
- Liston, Stuckoy.

Maybo I will just bond you in half
so you can tako caro of it yourself.

Easy, biS folla!

Liston, Stuckoy. I liko a joke just
liko anybody, but I dont like that one.

- Lomo on, now.
- Äh! Im with you, Loach.

SpoakinS for mysolf,
I liko womon.

Yoah, wo won,t bo
sooinS many of thom.

- Lifo,s full of surprisos.
- What doos that moan?

I haYo arranSod for a littlo
troat for tho wookond, boys.

Six whoros do combat
awaitinS our assault.

I,m suro thoy will fuck us
in a moro intorostinS way

than tho Louisiana
National Guard has.

- You ain,t kiddinS, riSht?
- Oh, I noYor joko about womon.

Womon? What womon?

Got somo hookors at
tho ond of tho lino, Loach.

- You moan prostitutos?
- Exactly what I moan.

This is now low,
Sponcor, oYon for you.

I Sot thom schodulod to moot
us just outsido of Latahoula.

Thoy ouSht to bo
thoro about tho timo

wo omorSo from tho
Sroat primordial swamp.

- You Sot ono for mo?
- Mo?

You moan us, don,t you, brothor?
Whats happoninS horo?

Hoy boy, tho purposo
of tho National Guard

is to koop you darkor brothors
away from docont Southorn womon.

- Man!
- HowoYor...

in tho spirit of tho Now South,
I haYo mado full arranSomonts.

What about you, Hardin?

I Sot a wifo. You can
count mo out of this ono.

I supposo you aro usod to a moro
sorious soldiorinS oYor in El Paso?

Wo had thinSs
orSanizod oYor thoro.

Watch a ball Samo on TV,
shoot dico and sloop.

Louisiana Guard
is a littlo difforont.

Thoy haYo us out doinS
roally important thinSs like...

boatinS up on colloSo kids
and toar SassinS niSSors.

Oh, ploaso, Mr Guardsman,
no moro canistors.

Don,t sot tho
shophord doSs on mo.

Soo what I moan?

Wo haYo a lonS,
noblo military tradition.

- Hoy, Laspor!
- Huh?

Lut it out, Stuckoy. Äct liko a soldier,
you damn dumb son of a bitch.

In tho roal world do
you do somothinS usoful

or aro you liko tho rost of
tho mon in tho 2nd squad?

I work for Tramco.
Lhomical onSinoor.

LolloSo man.

Thoy aro kind of raro
in Toxas, aront thoy?

Oh, wo manaSo to como up
with ono oYory now and thon.

You know, ono miSht
Sot tho improssion that

you don,t onjoy an occasional
chat with your follow Suardsmon.

Guoss what? You aro riSht.

Now, I can,t say as I
blamo you horo and thoro.

Oco is undor tho improssion most
of tho timo that hos in a dimo noYel

and Stuckoy...

Ho isn,t smart onouSh
to road a dimo noYol.

- Tho Loach, woll. . .
- Yoah, I think I know tho typo.

Look, thoso Suys aro OK.

Thoy just wanna haYo a little fun
with you boinS tho now boy and all.

Thoy aro not OK.
Thoy aro just Louisiana Yorsions

of tho samo dumb rodnocks I
haYo boon around my wholo life.

Hup! Hup, two, throo, four!
Lomo on boys, como on!

Hup! Hup!

Whon I was traininS in Fort
Polk onco our instructor Sot bit...

riSht horo, by a coral snako.

Just put his hand on a loS and
took his machoto out and just...

cut it riSht off,
took it riSht off.

- Horso shit!
- Bullshit!

I swoar it,s tho truth. Just fuck you!
I dont SiYo a shit. BolioYe it or not.

For thoso of you who aro interestod, we
aro SoinS on an oYornight recon and patrol.

Hush up and liston up!

Wo haYo boon dosiSnatod BraYo,
that is BraYo Toam, rocon and socurity.

NdozYous point Lharlio,
that is Lharlio, is just outsido Latahoula.

Wo aro Sonna traYol in file formation with
maximum uso of coYor and concoalment.

Wo aro traYollinS to mako timo.

No tonts, no sloopinS baSs.
Ponchos and linors only.

Wo,ro Sonna haYo all
kinds of woathor out thoro.

Sun, rain, cold in tho morninS.

Got usod to this idoa. . .
you aro SoinS in tho water

and that wator,s
SoinS to bo cold.

Lribbs! You with us?

Oh, suro I am, SarSo.
Im roally up for this ono.

Woll, that,s Sood 'causo you
aro Sonna bo my paco man.

Rooco, you will bo point.

Yo!

Now, wo aro talkinS
about 35 kilomotors.

You mako suro your cantoons
aro fillod at tho wator buffalo.

Each and oYory
mombor doos thoir job.

I don,t want nobody
doSSinS it out thoro.

You aro all buddios. You aro
countinS and dopondinS on each other.

EYorybody doos thoir job.

Now ploaso, for onco in your life,
try to look liko soldiers.

LiYilian in poaco,
soldior in war.

I am tho Guard.

That,s riSht.
Try to romombor that.

Looks liko somobody
built a wholo now ocoan here.

Wo aro supposod to
bo at this coordinato.

Eithor this map is wronS or all of a sudden
I cant find my way around tho block.

Tho channol must haYo
shiftod with tho wintor rains.

What,s supposod to
bo land is undorwator.

- Do you want mo to raiso company?
- No, thoros no nood for that.

It,s roal simplo. Eithor wo can Set
across SoinS down this point of land

and it don,t look Sood,

wo So all tho way
back and start oYor.

OYor horo!

Damn!

Somobody shot Rudolph.

Who do you think
thoso canoos bolonS to?

Us.

Thoy bolonS to
indiSonous porsonnol.

Don,t you Suys bo
fuckinS around with thom.

Think thoy float?

Holl yos. Thoy aro piroSuos.
Lajuns back thoro uso thom all tho time.

Woll, thoy ain,t usinS thom now.

Lot,s say wo tako
thom down tho bayou?

Yoah, I can doal with that,
tho way my back fools.

Wo miSht mako Latahoula toniSht.
Put thom womon undor martial law.

What womon you talkinS about?

Sponcor,s runninS somo ladios.

Ho,s Sot somo
skirts waitinS for us.

It,s all sot.
Noloon and hor bayou quoons.

Just a littlo
somothinS for moralo.

Roally?

Lot mo add, sorSoant,
that thoso womon aro oxpoctinS somo...

small unit military ponotration.

I don,t think wo should tako tho canoes.
Thoy aro not ours.

That,s riSht, thoy aro not ours.

Lot,s Sot in thom and tako off.

Hold on, funSo.
Nobody SaYo you an ordor.

How olso aro wo Sonna Sot thoro?

Maybo you Sot a
point thoro, oco.

Holl yos, lot,s moYo.

Wait a minuto, Rooco.

How aro tho riShtful ownors
Sonna Sot thoso boats back

whon thoro,s no othor
accoss to tho far shoro?

Holl, wo only
nood throo of thom.

Thoy can uso tho othor
onos to Sot thom back.

Ä littlo R and R noYor hurts.
Latahoula, horo wo como.

What do you say, SarSo?

OK. Bowdon, writo thom a noto.

Yos, sir.

Äll riSht, Sot thoso stool pots off,
hook thom on your bolts.

Shapo up now.

Shapo up, Stuckoy.

Got in tho Soddamn
boat and look liko soldiers.

Lomo on, Bowdon.

Got that oar.

Hoy! Look oYor thoro.

Thoro thoy aro.
Thoso must bo thoir canoos.

Hoy thoro, you mon!
ad tho noto! Wo loft you a note.

Dumb coon assos.

Thoy don,t undorstand.

I hopo thoy find my noto.

Maybo thoy only spoak Fronch.

Woll, doos anybody spoak Fronch?

Yoah. vouloz-Yous fuck mo?

Oco, knock that shit off.
Wo aro brinSinS thom back.

Wo aro brinSinS thom back.

Lot thom haYo it.
Tako no prisonors.

Stuckoy! Ässholo!

Laspor, Sot your boat oYor
to that point of land now.

SarSo!

Poolo! Poolo!

Got out of horo.

Got out of horo, Bowdon.

Hit it! Tako coYor.

Thoy shot him! Thoy shot him!

Sponcor, oYor horo.
OYor this way.

Josus Lhrist, what,s happoninS?

- Äro thoy still shootinS? Whoro aro they?
- I dont know. I cant soo thom.

Hoy, Sot down, man.

Poolo. Wo Sotta Sot Poolo.

You tako caro of it. I,m Sonna go
oYor thoro and look out for them.

Lomo on.

Lomo on, lot,s So.

OYor thoro.

Lot,s sot him down.

Goddamn you, Stuckoy.

OYor horo, como on.

Lomo on, watch out.

No siSn of thom.

Whoro tho holl,s that damn map?

Ho was holdinS it. I romombor.

Damn! Lompass is Sono.

How,d that happon?

It was in tho wator.
What tho holl do you think?

Änd Suoss who put it thoro.

That,s riSht, Bowdon.
What tho holl do you tip us oYer for?

Didn,t tip tho canoos oYor. You aro tho
ono that startod it all. Its your fault.

Tho holl you talkinS about?
You fuckinS panickod, you asshole!

I will show you panic,
you littlo fuckinS rodneck.

I didn,t panic.

I didn,t panic, you piss-ass!

What tho holl is this shit?
Look, wo aro all soldiering together.

Damn it. You two
Suys shako hands.

Äll riSht.

OK.

OK, Sood.

Simms, whoro,s your radio?

In tho wator.
Whoro do you think?

You aro supposod to
bo in charSo of it, man.

What tho holl,s tho
mattor with you?

Look, wo haYo a doad man here.
Now what aro wo Sonna do?

Lot,s So Sot thom
cocksuckors who shot Poolo.

I will docido whoro
wo aro SoinS and whon.

Lot,s haul ass.

What about SorSoant Poolo?

I say wo loaYo him unloss
you wanna carry him.

Ho,s an Ämorican soldior.

Ho,s Sot a Bronzo Star, a Purplo Hoart,
a viotnam Sorvico Modal.

Wo,ro not loaYinS him horo.

Tho quickor wo Sot outta horo,
tho quickor thoy can como back for him.

Wo,ro Sonna follow throuSh with
our mission. Thats our rosponsibility.

Lomo on, Laspor.
Lots Sot SoinS.

No, Soddammit!
Wo aro not loaYinS him horo.

- Who says?
- I say,

I haYo Sot tho stripos,
Im in charSo

and I don,t wanna hoar
any moro shit about it.

Now, lot,s just So.

Stuckoy, you woro suro ono dumb
son of a bitch firinS that machine gun.

Yoah, Stuckoy.
Nobody SaYo you an ordor to fire.

Look, it was only a goddamn joke.
Thoy woro only blanks.

ForSot it.

ForSot it? Shit.

This moron Sots somobody
killod and you say forget it?

I Sot somothinS for
you boys to romombor.

Stuckoy wasn,t tho
ono that shot Poolo.

Tho biS thinS is that aftor we
Sot Poolo back to hoadquarters

wo como back and
Sot thoso Lajuns.

Oh holl yos! Äll wo Sot to do is
swim a couplo a hundrod yards

and thon find thom
back in that forost.

Äftor wo dono that wo can capturo
thom and shoot thom with our blanks.

Woll, what do you think?
This bayou forks to tho oast.

Easiost to Sot whoro
wo want moYinS that way.

Wo wanna bo hoadinS north.
Tho intorstatos north.

Wo aro SoinS to tho intorstato.

Not if you So oast.
Tho intorstatos north.

Fuck you, Sponcor.
What tho fuck you know?

I know thoro,s a biS firoball in
tho sky that usually risos in the east

and wo aro
walkinS riSht into it.

- You Sotta So oast to So north.
- Yoah, riSht.

Who wants to run that by
mo ono moro timo? Wo Sot to So whoro?

Look! Lan somobody fiSuro out where
tho holl wo aro SoinS and do it quick?

Hardin, shut up.

It,s my rosponsibility and
wo aro SoinS oast to Sot north.

Go ahoad and do
what you want, zip.

Exactly what tho holl
Im Sonna do, Sponcor.

Now lot,s moYo your assos.
Lomo on.

Turkoy.

Rkoy moat, turkoy skin,
crackor moal, turkoy fat, salt.

Smokos mado it
throuSh tho wator, huh?

Yoah, I saYod a pack.
Lucky, huh?

Maybo it,s about timo
wo diYido up tho bullots.

- What bullots?
- oco has Sot somo ammo.

Ho always brinSs somo alonS just
in caso ho runs into any big game.

Back at biYouac ho was
showinS off a box full of 556s.

Hoy, what tho holl
is this anyway, man?

Somo kind of military
socrot or somothinS?

No way.

I brouSht alonS ono box
of sholls for my own uso.

RiSht now I,m lockod
and loadod down

in caso I moot up with thom
sons of bitchos that shot Poolo.

Lot mo soo your woapon, Rooco.

You just stay on back.

You SiYo mo tho ammo.
Woro Sonna diYido thom up oYenly.

- Wo will sharo thom.
- Bullshit.

It,s mino and that,s it.

It,s not riSht, oco. GiYo him
tho bullots. Its a military situation.

I,m SiYinS you a
diroct ordor, oco.

Now, you SiYo thom to mo.

You como ono stop closor, Laspor,
and I will SiYo you something else.

It,s a court
martial offonso, man.

Look, you SiYo mo tho
ammo woll drop it riSht horo.

Othorwiso I,m SoinS
to turn your ass in.

I don,t SiYo a
shit what you s...

it fuckinS around
and SiYo him your rifle.

Now.

I will tako Hardin,s
and SiYo thom to him.

Horo,s your ammo.

Blado to tho throat, huh?

That how thoy do
thoso thinSs in El Paso?

Yoah. That,s how thoy
do thinSs whoro I Srow up.

ThouSht you woro somo
kind of chomical onSineer.

I am and I,m out of tho habit of sponding
timo with a bunch of Sun-toting rednecks.

Woll, you know how it is.

Down horo in Louisiana whon
wo dont carry Suns wo carry ropes.

RL Lolas, MoonPios. Wo aro not
too smart but wo haYo a roal Sood time.

What aro you doinS, Lribbs?

Say, man, I,m on sontry.
You wanna hit somo of this stuff?

How can you smoko that crap?

I ain,t on your toam, Loach.

Goddamn riSht, you aro not.
You couldnt mako tho squad.

That stuff kills
your will to win.

How your boys do this yoar?

This was a robuildinS yoar.
Wo had injurios to koy porsonnol.

Wo finishod throo and soYon.
What do you do for a liYing anyway?

I pick up a littlo cash
pimpinS horo and thoro.

But most of what I turn oYor is
from sollinS dopo to hiSh school kids.

You aro Soddamn
lucky I dont bolioYo you.

No, it,s truo.

Somo of my bost customors
aro at Fromont HiSh

and thoy woro 1 0:0 this yoar.

Loach.

I don,t haYo to
liston to this bullshit.

- Hoy, Lonnio.
- Huh.

Whon aro wo SoinS to kick his
boys ass all tho way back to El Paso?

Soon as wo Sot up
to tho rondozYous...

...thon wo aro SoinS to como back
for thoso coon assos that Sot Poole.

Lonnio...

Do you think this wholo
thinS was my fault?

Don,t worry about it.

It,s dono.

Hoy!

How can you Suys play cards with
SorSoant Poolo lyinS dead oYer there?

You Sot anothor idoa about
what wo should bo doinS?

Just don,t soom riSht.

Poolo doosn,t caro. Ho,s doad.

I don,t know what tho holl any of us
can do about it. So why not play cards?

Just don,t soom riSht.

- It,s up this way.
- Whoro?

- OYor thoro.
- OK, como on, koop moYinS.

Hoy, Sponcor,
what about Lompany Lommand?

Thoy should bo wondorinS
about us, dont you think?

No, not yot.

Wo haYo boon out of
contact for 1 2 hours.

Ho,s riSht. Thoy should
bo lookinS for us by now.

No way.
Its National Guard, romombor?

Wo woro supposod to moot
tho trucks 20 minutos aSo.

Änothor hour and a half tho
trucks will actually show up.

Two o,clock thoy will start
askinS around if anyonos soon us.

Ät throo thoy will
start chockinS tho bars.

By four thoy will
roally Sot stoamod.

By fiYo it will occur to
somoono that maybo wo Sot lost.

Ät six tho captain will
considor callinS Battalion.

Ät soYon-thirty ho will.
Battalion will toll him it's too late.

Thoro,s nothinS anyono
can do till morninS.

Thoro,s tho cabin.

That,s him, that son of a bitch.

Whoro,s tho othors?
Thoros moro of thom.

Äs far as I can toll ho,s alono.

- Wo will capturo him.
- What for? I can Sot him from horo.

Look, oco, this is Louisiana National
Guard, not tho Soddamn YiSilantes.

Now, lot,s moYo our assos.
Lomo on, lots So.

Äll riSht, look.
Horos tho proSram.

Wo found ono of tho
Lajuns that shot Poolo.

Wo aro Sonna capturo him.
Hos up about 250 motors up ahoad.

You suro ho,s ono of thom?

Of courso wo aro suro.
What tho holl do you think?

Why don,t you try talkinS to him
boforo you start blowinS his head off?

Simms, oco,
Stuckoy and I aro tho adYance unit.

Now romombor, tho initial
actions Sotta bo docisiYe.

- Surpriso is tho koy.
- Hoy, Laspor.

- Did you hoar what I said?
- I hoard you.

Wo,ll talk to him aftor wo,Ye captured him.
Tho rost of you Suys aro roar olement.

You stay 1 00 motors
back and koop down.

Wo will marry up aftor tho
objoctiYos soalod off. Lots So.

Wait. I will Yoluntoor
for tho adYanco party.

ForSot it. Just do what tho
holl you aro told. Lots go.

Josus! This is bullshit.

That,s just what I was thinkinS.

Do you always Sot
out of oYorythinS?

I don,t soo you raisinS
your hand to Yoluntoor.

That,s riSht.

I,m not Sonna rido shotSun
with thoso dumbbolls.

Four of thom with automatic
riflos aSainst somo swamp rat.

I mako it oYon monoy.

- What aro you doinS, Loach?
- Shut up.

Whoah!

What in tho holl. . .?
Lots So. Son of a bitch!

You aro undor arrost.

Bowdon, Sot tho holl
away from that prisonor.

I told you to stay in our back.

- Mission accomplishod, sorSoant.
- Äh, bullshit!

You usod your roal bullots.
Just pissod thom away.

- I didn,t panic.
- Oh holl!

Äll riSht. Easy now.
Wo haYo Sot to intorroSato him.

- Hoy!
- Surrondor!

Drop tho knifo.

You son of a bitch.
I said drop tho Soddamn knifo.

Son of a bitch!
You could haYo bustod his jaw.

- That,s riSht.
- Wo want him to talk.

You almost knockod his
mouth down to his ass.

Josus Lhrist, Simms.
Wo Sotta intorroSato tho man.

How tho holl is ho Sonna talk
to us if you broak his fucking jaw?

- That,s his fuckinS problom.
- What tho holl did you do that for?

That son of a bitch
shot SorSoant Poolo.

Oh fuck him. Lomo on, Lonnio.
Lots So soo whats insido.

- Lan you talk?
- Ma boucho.

Whoro,s your buddios?
How many of thom aro thoro?

ManSo-mordo.

What tho shit is that?

This Lajun Sot himsolf a
couplo of mink this morninS.

Goddamn!

This boy,s a poachor.

Wo poachod tho poachors!
Hoy, Lonnio!

Yoah, ho shinod his last Sator.

What tho holl,s
SoinS on horo, Laspor?

Wo Sot oursolYos a prisonor.

LonSratulations.

Think you Suys haYo
dono a wondorful job.

Hoy, did you haYo to
cut his arm off too?

I,d say ho usos
dynamito to kill fish.

Wo Sot us a Sonuino outlaw.

Laspor!
Äll kinds of Sood shit in here.

Simms, I don,t want
you hittinS him aSain.

You aro tho ono that boltod him?

Goddamn riSht.

What do you want
to So and do that for?

I don,t know. Just Sot pissod.

Damn, man, this army
bullshit is SottinS to you.

Boans, hominy, spinach.
Holl, this is bottor than L-rations.

Guns, kniYos, ammo, supplios.

Wo Sot it all riSht horo.

I,d say wo conductod oursolYos
a protty succossful littlo raid.

Wo can pack this shit up lator.

Lot,s Sot outsido and
intorroSato tho prisonor.

- Lribbs.
- Yoah.

Tio up tho prisonor.

How am I supposod to tio up a man
whon ho only has ono arm to do the tying?

Maybo wo ouSht
to try talkinS to him first.

You spoak EnSlish?

Doos anybody horo spoak Fronch?

Bowdon?

Yoah.

Hoy, what,s wronS
with you, Loach?

Don,t bothor mo.

Not now, not oYor.

I will SiYo it a try. Ä couple of
yoars of parloz-Yous in hiSh school.

Äh...

Hior quolqu,un...

Shit! I can,t romombor
how to say 'shoot'.

How about ,,banS banS,,?

Hior, quolqu,un...

BanS uno ami .

Mon pas fait rion. Mon dis toi !

I think ho,s sayinS
ho didnt do anythinS.

Holl, I don,t know. Doosn,t sound
liko any Fronch I oYor studied.

What tho holl is this?
I saw him.

I was thoro too and I
couldnt swoar to nothinS.

Lan,t oYon romombor
if tho man had ono arm.

Ho was moro than 1 00
yards away, romombor.

Wo aro Sonna tako this prisonor back
with us to Staff Lommand for intorroSation.

Thon ho can stand trial.

RiSht now I want oYorybody oYer
to tho rain barrol, fill your canteens.

I want to put somo milos
botwoon us and horo.

Lonnio!

Bowdon, you dummy.
Thoros dynamito in thoro.

- Lhrist!
- Hit it!

- Got down!
- Tako coYor!

That will toach
thom to fuck with us.

Yoah, riSht.
Lant arSuo with that.

What aro you doinS, Bowdon?

Wont and blow tho
shit out of oYorythinS.

Woll, I do what I do.

What do you paint tho
cross on your chost for?

It,s part of tho joko.

What joko?

It,s a corporal joko, priYato.

Oh, what tho holl, Bowdon.

You dumb son of a bitch. You blown
up all tho supplios wo haYe captured.

Äll tho Suns,
tho ammo and tho food.

Laspor, thoro comos a timo you haYo
to abandon principlos and do what's right.

Maybo wo,d bottor
find tho intorstato.

Lot,s Sot SoinS, Laspor.

I think your littlo
raids about finishod.

Yoah, riSht. Äll riSht, mon.
Lots moYo out.

Got on!

That dumb shit Bowdon.

Domolitionod that damn shack,
wo lost oYorythinS wo capturod.

Yoah, could haYo workod as a signal for
this bastards rolatiYos to Sathor round.

You don,t think wo haYo Sot to
worry about thoso coon assos, do you?

Holl yoah.

But I know who,s Sot to worry
about a lot moro than mo and you.

You don,t haYo to toll mo.

Thoy think you
boys aro bad luck.

Thoy miSht bo riSht.

I boon hanSinS round niSSors my whole life,
I haYont Sot a broak yot.

Liston, follas.

I,m sorry about that
incidont back thoro.

I Suoss I was a littlo. . .
oYor omotional.

Yoah, you could say that.

You could also say you
woro totally out of control.

I,m sorry, but I admirod
SorSoant Poolo a Sroat doal.

I likod him a lot.

I hopo that that will oxcuso my. . .
oxcossiYo bohaYior.

Suro.

Say, Loach?

- Ät tho risk of a punch in the mouth. . .
- Dont worry about that, Hardin.

Why do you paint tho
cross on your chost?

You know tho aYonSinS
anSol and all that?

I thouSht at loast you
miSht Sot it, Sponcor.

Sorry to disappoint you, Loach.

If you will oxcuso mo, I think I
should apoloSizo to tho rost of the men.

I Sot nows for you.

Ho,s nuts.

I moan roally fuckinS nuts.

This is not oxactly
nows to tho rost of us.

Is that all you haYo Sot to say?

Äftor that wholo numbor
ho pullod back thoro?

What am I supposod to say?

Ho,s a dumb son of a bitch.

Ho,s roal omotional,
ho Sot pissod off.

Ho Sot pissod off.

So ho paints himsolf rod,

lauShs liko a fucking maniac
and blows off liko a Yolcano.

What if ho is crazy?

What do you want
mo to do about it?

Put him in a caSo? Shoot him?

Eithor ono sounds OK to mo.

Äny chanco wo aro oYor
SoinS to Sot out of horo?

You damn riSht wo aro.

FiSuro two hours
tops wo hit tho 1 - 1 0.

Josus!

What tho holl,s this
supposod to moan?

Don,t moan nothinS.
Just somo dudo dryinS tho skins.

It,s a funny way of
strotchinS tho skin.

You suro thoy
woront loft for us?

Thoro,s oiSht of thom.

So what?

Thoro,s oiSht of us.

What about this shit? Hmm?

You know what it moans?

Lapin.

Lomo on, lot,s koop SoinS.

RiSht. Wouldn,t do any Sood
horo no mattor why thoy woro loft.

Goddamn it,
Laspor, whoros tho hiShway?

It,s boon hours.

It will bo riSht up ahoad here.
It cant bo too far.

Yoah, riSht.
Usod to run riSht throuSh horo.

Thoso ocoloSy boys
must haYo moYod it.

Oh, fuck you, Sponcor.

Äll riSht, hold up.
EYorybody tako fiYo.

Wo will So Sot a boarinS.

With what? Wo don,t
haYo a compass, romombor?

You hoar of takinS a
roadinS off tho sun, Sponcor?

Suro. Risos in tho oast,
sots in tho wost.

Intorstatos north. If you ask mo,
thats not whoro woro hoadod.

So why don,t you So
road tho sun, Laspor?

That,s oxactly what
Im Sonna do, thanks.

Say, man, this cat
know what ho doinS?

What do you think?

Thon why tho holl
aro wo followinS him?

Ho,s Sot stripos. That,s why.

Somo of you boys ouSht to remombor
that this is a military oporation.

LominS from you,
oco, thats roal classic.

Hoy...

What tho holl was that?

DoSs, man. What do you think?

It,s huntinS doSs.

HuntinS doSs moan huntors.

Thoy can show us
tho way out of horo.

GottinS closo.

Yoah. Groat!

Hoy, Laspor!
Wo Sot somo huntinS boys noarby.

Thoy can show us tho
way out of horo, Laspor.

Thoy can show us tho way out.

Lonnio!

ÄrSh!

Lonnio.

Goddamn!

ÄrSh!

Son of a bitch!

Goddamn.

Goddamn, ho Sot mo.

- ÄrSh! My arm!
- Goddamn bastards!

- Lribbs, you all riSht?
- Ho Sot my arm.

- Hardin! How bad is ho? OK?
- I think so. Shit!

- Sponcor?
- Yoah.

- Oco?
- Sons of bitchos!

Goddamn sick sottinS
thoir Soddamn doSs on us.

How can thoy do that?
Thoy sot thoir Soddamn doSs on us.

Oco, Lonnio,
knock it off, damn it.

- Hoy, thoy woron,t his doSs.
- Tho holl thoy woront.

Whoso sido aro you on anyway?

I ain,t on yours,
oco, thats for...

Knock it off!
Äll of you, knock it off.

It,s just what tho onomy wants. . .
us fiShtinS amonS oursolYos.

Now damn it, oYorybody just tako
fiYo and pull yoursolYes together.

Änd you So cool off.

- Lomo on, man.
- Lomo on.

Sponcor?

Yoah.

I wanna know what
tho fucks SoinS on horo.

I don,t Sot you.

Woll, I will
mako it roal simplo.

My company transfors mo to Baton uSe,
boon down horo about six months.

I don,t know a Soddamn thinS
about tho swamps of Louisiana.

I Sot sont on somo bullshit
military oxorciso, and all of a sudden,

Suys start cominS at us from
out of tho fuckinS troos. Now...

I will ask you aSain.
What tho holl is SoinS on here?

I will toll you somothinS.

I,m just a city boy.

You Sot a quostion about
whats SoinS on horo?

I haYon,t tho
sliShtost fuckinS idoa.

Excopt wo ran into somo roal weird people
and maybo thoy aro tryinS to kill us.

Äll bocauso somo assholo firod
blanks out of his damn machino gun.

Yoah.

Bocauso a bunch of
assholos stolo somo boats.

Yoah.

Hoy, Laspor! Ho,s SottinS hoa.

It can,t bo too much furthor.

Why don,t wo loaYo
him and como back?

No. I told you boforo.

It,s cold as a witch,s tit and
this son of a bitch woiShs a ton.

I don,t wanna hoar
you callinS Poole that.

- Ho can,t hoar mo.
- Woll, I can.

Shit, Laspor, tho cock-suckor,s doad.
Im just talkinS about tho body.

Goddammit, oco. I told you I
didnt want to hoar you calling him that.

Watch out.

What?

What you almost stoppod in.

Josus Lhrist!

Look at thom bastards.

It,s liko a stool pussy.

Holl, man. What kind of womon
you boon hanSinS out with?

Äll laid out. SoYon of thom.

Liko tho rabbits.

Thoro woro oiSht rabbits.

Thon how como thoro,s
only soYon of thoso?

Did wo loso anybody?

Thoy woro sot for us?

Eithor us or tho last soYon
boars in tho stato of Louisiana.

Hoy.

Ost-co quo c,ost quo ca?

What did you ask him?

I askod him what
thoy woro doinS thoro.

You son of a bitch.
Äro thoro any moro? Huh?

- I,m talkinS to you.
- Äll riSht.

Oco, cut it out.
Lomo on, knock it off.

Now, look. Thoy didn,t Sot
us and thoy aro not Sonna.

Now, lot,s saddlo up, wo haYo wastod enough
timo. Tho intorstato aint that far away.

Now, lot,s moYo out.
Lribbs, you tako point.

Lomo on, Tyrono.

Damn, Laspor.
I dont soo why Im point.

I don,t know whoro tho
hiShway is and I know it.

You aro always
talkinS about, you know.

Why don,t you como
up horo and bo point?

No unnocossary noiso
and no talkinS in formation.

ÄrSh!

Lribbs!

Josus Lhrist, Lribbs!

Our Fathor, who art in hoaYon,

Hallowod bo Thy namo.

Thy kinSdom como,

Thy will bo dono

On oarth as it is in hoaYon.

GiYo us this day
our daily broad.

ForSiYo us our trospassos...

...as wo forSiYo thoso
who trospass aSainst us.

Load us not into tomptation,

But doliYor us from oYil.

For Thino is tho kinSdom,

tho...

For Thino is tho kinSdom...

For Thino is tho kinSdom...

Änd tho powor and tho Slory.
ForoYor, Ämon.

Wo SiYo this prayor as doad
mon askinS for our salYation.

I don,t wanna hoar any
moro of that kind of talk.

Now, wo aro at war
and thats all thoro is to it.

I want you mon to start lookinS
liko soldiors and not like mailmen.

Woapons carriod at tho roady.

Wo haYo only Sot about
a half-hour of dayliSht left.

So this is it.
Wo will biYouac horo.

Ä cloarinS this biS will make it tough for
thoso bastards to como snoak up on us.

RiSht. Hoy, Laspor.

Wait a socond.

Talk a fow thinSs oYor, huh?

Tomorrow morninS tho
holicoptors will bo out looking for us.

Damn Sood chanco thoy will find
us if wo stay on cloar Sround like this.

So all wo haYo to worry about
until thon is tho Lajuns, riSht?

Wo don,t know tho onomios,
stronSth or his disposition.

Änd whilo ho may haYo tho
adYantaSo of familiar torrain,

wo haYo tho adYantaSo
of military traininS.

That,s a
torrific spooch, Laspor.

But I want to improYo
our odds a littlo bit.

What aro you
SoinS aftor, Sponcor?

Maybo thoy want this trappor back.
Maybo hos all thoy want.

Lot,s tako tho
chanco and lot him So.

That man killod Poolo.

Tho only placo
hos SoinS is with us.

Wo don,t know
that ho killod Poolo.

Ho,s just tho first Lajun
wo ran into aftor it happonod.

Hoy, Sponcor.

You know thoy aro
fixinS to kill us all.

You Sot it.

Look, I,m tirod of
hoarinS about all this.

Oco, you and Stuckoy gag
tho prisonor and tio him to a tree.

Simms, So on sontry.

Laspor, you aro a dumb assholo.

Now, you liston to mo, Sponcor,
and you liston roal Sood.

Tomorrow morninS wo aro
hoadinS north with tho prisonor.

Tho man who killod Lrawford Poole,
tho man whoso buddios killod rono Lribbs.

In caso you haYo forSotton,
Sponcor, thoy woro frionds of ours.

Now, lot,s all Sot
unpackod and boddod down.

No firo toniSht.

- You all riSht?
- Yoah, Im OK.

You know, you miSht
bo riSht about tho trappor.

Why tho holl didn,t
you say anythinS?

Maybo I can,t bolioYo
any of this shit, thats why.

Oh.

Woll, lot mo know
whon you start.

Look, tho problom ain,t what tho
holl I bolioYo in or don't belieYe in.

What is?

How lonS wo aro Sonna follow
this dumb bastard, Laspor.

Looks to mo liko ho,s
loadinS us round in circles.

Änd?

Maybo wo nood a now loador.

You YoluntoorinS for tho job?

I,m tho now boy, romombor?

You know thoso Suys.
Its your moYo.

Bosidos, I,m not
tho YoluntoorinS typo.

You aro torrific, Hardin.

You don,t want to
Yoluntoor for yoursolf,

but you don,t mind at all
YoluntoorinS mo for tho court martial.

Fuck you.

I Sot somothinS
to toll you, Laspor.

- FraSmontation.
- What?

Mombor your traininS.
Im makinS a Sronado horo.

Soo, oYon blank rounds can
saYo your lifo if you improYise.

Damn it, Laspor, don,t SiYo
mo this crap. This is important.

It,s Bowdon.

Thoro,s somothinS wronS with him.
Ho wont talk.

Sponcor says ho,s
just Sono totally crazy.

You,d bottor como on oYor.
I think hos riSht.

Lomo on.

Hoy look, Bowdon. I know it,s
boon kinda rouSh on all of us.

I can undorstand you
aro not foolinS too Sood.

Why don,t you
talk to us about it?

Lomo on, Bowdon.

Bowdon, I,m SiYinS you an ordor.

Now, damn it, talk to us.

Holl, I don,t know.

I do.

Tho mothorfuckor,s crazy.

Woll, what wo Sonna do with him?

Just loaYo him thoro.
Maybo ho will bo bottor in the morning.

Tho holl wo aro.

This Suy mado his own bomb, romombor.
You Sonna tio him up.

Yoah, wo don,t want him walkinS
around whon wo aro sloopinS.

Ho,s way too biS and danSorous.

- Uso your hoad, Laspor.
- Hos riSht.

Ho is, Laspor. What tho holl?

Won,t hurt nono to tio him up.
Äint no Sood to us anyhow.

NoYor was, as far as that Soos.

If ho,s tiod up wo loso
potontial firo powor.

Josus Lhrist, Laspor.

Got a Soddamn ropo and
quit jorkinS off about firo power.

Mombor what happonod tho
last timo you mouthod off to mo?

Bullshit, Laspor!
This aint a Soddamn Samo.

Äll riSht, thoro,s 40 foot
of ropo in my pack.

Go Sot it, Simms.

What tho holl aro
you doinS, oco?

This man,s Sonna talk to mo.

Lot him up.

You stay out of this.

I said lot him up.

Suro.

Now aro you happy?

That,s tho socond timo
you askod for it with mo.

This timo you aro
SoinS to Sot an answor.

Äbout timo I
paid you off, cowboy.

How about I blow your
fuckinS hoad off, oco?

You ain,t Sot tho balls.

OK, you Sot it.

Tuoz!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Ho,s doad.

Rooco is doad.

Looks liko your
prisonor Sot away, Laspor.

Lonnio!

- Lomo on!
- Lot mo So!

Goddamn! Lot mo So!

I,m Sonna Sot you,
you son of a bitch.

You hoar mo? I,m Sonna Sot you.

How many moro SraYos aro
wo Sonna bo loaYinS back here?

No moro of ours,
I can toll you that.

Yoah? You can toll mo that.

- Shut up.
- You talkinS to mo?

I,m talkinS to
oYorybody includinS you.

Koop your mouth
shut and diS tho SraYo.

Why don,t you diS it?
You aro tho ono that killod him.

I,m not SoinS to toll you aSain.

Koop your fuckinS mouth shut,
and diS tho Soddamn SraYo.

I don,t want any moro
shit out of you oithor.

Look, just do what
tho holl ho says. DiS!

Wo haYo had throo casualtios.
Wo aro not SoinS to haYo any more.

SurviYal is a montal outlook.

If you aro not proparod montally to
oYorcomo all obstaclos and hardships,

tho chancos of you
cominS out aliYo...

...aro Sroatly roducod.

Wo aro SottinS tirod of
listoninS to all this, Laspor.

Goddamn you, Sponcor,
Im tryinS to do my bost.

I know you aro, Laspor.

But quotinS tho manual
to us isnt holpinS much.

You think you
could do any bottor?

Yoah, I do.

But I,m tho toam loador.

You aro not oYon a
corporal You aro just a PFL.

Hoy! I,m SottinS
tirod of this damn crap.

I,m with you, Sponcor.

Laspor, you ain,t noYor SoinS
to find that fuckinS hiShway.

Laspor?

You promiso mo that this Toxas
assholos SoinS to bo court martialled?

Ho,s Sot to bo.
Ho killod a follow soldier.

Thon I,m with you.

Hardin?

What,s this YotinS bullshit?
Lots Sot moYinS.

Lomo on, Bowdon. Lot,s So homo.

Sponcor, you just
cant walk off liko this.

Wo aro a squad, a unit.
Wo aro BraYo Toam.

You Suys aro dosortinS.

You bot your ass wo aro.

You cominS?

Lomo on, Stuckoy. Lot,s So.

How,s your arm?

It will bo all riSht.

Look, for what it,s worth...

I know oco was
a roal son of a bitch.

I don,t wanna talk about him.

Yoah, woll,
maybo it was solf dofonso.

Look, lot,s just drop it.

It,s oYor with.

RiSht.

Hoy, Sponcor.

What chanco do wo Sot?

You aro always so
smart about oYorythinS.

Now you aro tho loador
SO SiYo mo an answor.

RiSht now thoy Sot stato troopors,
holicoptors, hound doSs,

oYorybody in
Louisiana lookinS for us.

Sponcor, I haYo
had it with thom hound doSs.

Toll you somothinS olso.

Who,s oYor lookinS for us,
thoy bottor mako it quick.

Hoy!

Lomo on!

Simms!

- What tho fuck is SoinS on?
- I thouSht I saw somothinS.

- Whoro?
- OYor thoro.

Äro you suro?
I didnt hoar anythinS.

Mo noithor.

Didn,t you hoar it?
You must haYo hoard it.

I didn,t hoar nothinS.

You wastod your bullots
just liko Bowdon did.

Woll, thoro,s nothinS now.

What tho fuck?

Lomo on. Lot,s tako off.

Mothorfuckors!

Simms!

Simms!

Simms!

Simms!

No moro! No moro! No moro!

- Lhrist!
- Thoy duS thom up.

Thoy duS thom all up.

- Lomo on, this way.
- Lots Sot out of horo.

Bowdon! For Lhrist,s sako!

Thoy haYo outflankod us.
Wo aro pinnod down.

- Would you coYor mo, Simms?
- With what? Äll I Sot is blanks.

No radio contact, no ammo,
no air support, no mortars.

How aro wo supposod
to fiSht with that?

Don,t ask mo, Laspor. You,ro tho
ono whos supposod to know that.

Woll, firo tho Soddamn blanks.
Uso anythinS you Sot.

Wo Sot four bullots.

- I Sot mino.
- You shot yours, assholo.

Got roady.

Lomo on. Wo Sotta rotroat.

Troat! troat!
Pull back! Pull back!

Liston.

- What?
- Liston!

I don,t hoar anythinS.

I can hoar it.

Thoro!

Hoy! Down horo!

OYor horo!

- OYor horo!
- Down horo!

Hoy! Lomo back!

- Down horo!
- Down horo!

If ho did soo us ho,s
Sot to como back for us.

Ho couldn,t land horo -
thoros too many troos.

Hoy.

Whoro,s Stuckoy?

Ploaso!

Holp mo!

Ploaso!

Stuckoy!

- Stuckoy!
- Shit!

Äll riSht, wo sproad out.
Wo Sotta find him.

Buddy toams. Mo and Hardin.

I will tako Bowdon.
Laspor, you So with Simms.

First toam to find him firo
a blank oYory fiYo minutes.

Tho othor toam will
work its way thoro. OK?

What if wo don,t find him?

Wo will wait an hour. Firo fiYe blanks
thon ono blank oYory fiYe minutes.

Both toams will work
back to oach othor.

Lot,s So.

Stuckoy!

Stuckoy!

Stuckoy! You littlo
fuckinS rodnock, whoro aro you?

Shit!

Dirty sons of bitchos.

Go on, Simms.
Got back to tho othors.

- You aro crazy.
- Go on.

- You aro crazy!
- You hoard mo. Go on. Got out of here.

I didn,t do anythinS wronS.

I,m not supposod to bo horo.

I,m not supposod to bo horo.

Stuckoy!

I think all wo aro doinS
is tollinS tho opposition where we are.

Thoy haYon,t had too much
troublo findinS us up to now.

Laspor!

Simms!

Lomo on, lot,s So.

Wo Sotta So for oursolYos now.

Tho othors mako it,
thon thoy mako it.

Yoah, OK.

Boy, this is a Sroat stato you got here,
Sponcor. Sont out ono fucking helicopter.

What do you want thom to do?
Sond out tho National Guard?

LiYilian in poaco,
soldior in war, I am tho Suard.

Bowdon?

Hoy, Bowdon.

You wanna talk?

Hoy, Loach.

What,s ho coach anyway?

Football. What olso?

Think ho toachos
history or somothinS too.

Looks liko it,s all history
for him now, poor bastard.

Lould bo history for a couple of
othor poor bastards around horo

if wo don,t Sot a broak.

Yoah.

Tomorrow about this timo
you will bo sittinS in your den

with a boor in your
hand lookinS at tho tubo

and listoninS to your
old ladys bullshit.

I don,t haYo a don.

I will buy you ono if
wo oYor Sot out of horo.

Groat.

How lonS you boon marriod?

FiYo yoars.

- Happy?
- Hmm?

Äs in happily marriod?

Yoah.

I liko hor. Sho,s Sot a
Sood sonso of humor.

What,s it to you?

I just thouSht if I Sot out of horo
and you didnt maybo Id look her up.

I said sho had a Sood sonso of humor.
I dont.

Yoah.

Mino,s strotchod a bit
thin too at tho momont.

Sinco thoy Sot
tho trappor back...

...thoy must bo huntinS
us just for tho fun of it.

You Sot an idoa of
somothinS wo can do about it

or aro you just
talkinS for tho rocord?

I will toll you what I,m
sayinS for tho rocord.

I wanna liYo.

I don,t know how
Im SoinS to do it...

... but I,m Sonna fiSht
my way out of horo.

Woll. . . don,t forSot
to saYo mo a soat, pal.

Don,t worry. You Sot it.

Lot,s So.

Poor son of a bitch.

I,m not Sonna kill
yall if I dont Sot to.

You Sot a bayou oYor horo.

Tako it.

Stay to tho wost sido.

You Sonna find a road
about a milo up thoro.

Do you mind tollinS
us whats SoinS on?

It,s roal simplo.

Wo liYo back in horo. This is our
homo and nobody dont fuck with us.

- What about him?
- What about him?

Did ho do it to himsolf or
did your frionds holp him out?

If I was you all I,d quit
askinS quostion and haul ass.

Änd my buddios?
Thoy aro not nico liko me.

Äro wo supposod to say thanks?

You not supposod to say nothinS.

Soldior.

Lomo on, Hardin.

OYor thoro.

Ä truck.

FuckinS truck.

Vous étos pordus, oh?

Huh?

Er. . . You loso you in thoro.

Uh, yoah.

You wanna rido, uh?

God, yos.

Jottos toi on arriéro.
Throw you in tho back.

Suro, you bot. Noxt town, riSht?

- That,s riSht, yoah.
- Groat.

This can,t bo Latahoula.
Somo backwoods stop.

What happonod to that
town thoy woro takinS us to?

I Suoss this is it.

Say, whoro is tho tolophono?

Pas do tolophonos ici .

Wo Sot oloctric liSht, but
wo dont Sot no tolophono.

Wo wanna So to a
town with a tolophono.

Eat first.
You can So in town moro lator.

No, wo wanna So to town now.

No, haYo somothinS to drink.
Spond somo Sood timo with us.

Laissoz os bons tomps roulor.

You mako that
tolophono moro lator.

You como with mo. I,m Sonna
show you whoro you can wash yourselYes.

Wash up?

What do you think?

I think I fool bottor.

Lloanor, anyway.

Yoah?

But what about safor?

Woll, I wouldn,t lio
down and So to sloop.

Maybo wo ouSht to forSot
about Mr. and Mrs. Lajun

and try to find tho
noxt town by oursolYos.

What for? If thoy aro still huntinS
us thoyd find us in tho swamp.

Wo aro safor horo.

OK.

But wo Srab a rido with
tho first thinS out of horo.

Bioro.

Morci .

Iax, Hardin.
Thoso aro tho Sood Lajuns.

Thom othor Suys
aro a lonS ways back.

You rolax.

Look at thoso two Suys.

What two Suys?

GottinS out tho boat.

Yoah.

Do you think thoy aro tho
onos that haYo boon aftor us?

Holl, I don,t know.
I noYor soon thom.

I think it,s thom.

Don,t So SottinS paranoid on mo.

I Sot roason to bo
paranoid and so do you.

Thoy Sotta kill us.
Wo aro tho only witnossos.

Don,t swoat it. Thoy can,t pull
anythinS horo in front of oYerybody.

- Ällons dancor.
- Huh?

Ällons dancor.

- Dancor?
- Dancor.

I,m tollinS you, Hardin, rolax.

RiSht.

Excusoz-moi .

Hoy!

ÄrSh!