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Left, right, left, left, left...

Over here.

Everybody out of the truck.

Over to the ammo dump.
Get the hell going in a hurry.

Casper, come on with me.

Hey, Fred, can you help
me get this stuff unloaded?

Get that damn thing up here.

I read they are looking
for professionals in Africa.

What... whores?

No, mercenaries, Sarge.
Mexico and Latin America too.

Mercs are getting 1300 a
month plus transportation.

They want combat soldiers,
Casper, not typists.

I was told to report
to you, sergeant. I'm Hardin.

Rifleman Charles Hardin, corporal.
Where are you from, Charlie?

- El Paso.
- Is that right?

Tell me how you like being in the
Louisiana National Guard all of a sudden.

I don't.

But then I didn't much like
being in the Texas Guard either.

Well, not liking the
Texas Guard makes sense.

Not liking the Louisiana Guard
can get you into trouble with me.

You got that?

Got it.

You get your butt on over to 2nd
squad. You will recon with them.

Casper, show him the way.

Introduce him to the boys.

Right.

Cease fire!

Man, we sure get all
the good details around here.

It will be good exercise for you, Simms.
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 will just bend you in half
so you can take care of it yourself.

Easy, big fella!

Listen, Stuckey. I like a joke just
like anybody, but I don't like that one.

- Come on, now.
- Ah! 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 have arranged for a little
treat for the weekend, boys.

Six whores de combat
awaiting our assault.

I'm sure they will fuck us
in a more interesting way

than the Louisiana
National Guard has.

- You ain't kidding, right?
- Oh, I never joke about women.

Women? What women?

Got some hookers at
the end of the line, Coach.

- You mean prostitutes?
- Exactly what I mean.

This is new low,
Spencer, even for you.

I got them scheduled to meet
us just outside of Catahoula.

They ought to be
there about the time

we emerge from the
great primordial swamp.

- You got one for me?
- Me?

You mean us, don't you, brother?
What's happening here?

Hey boy, 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 have made full arrangements.

What about you, Hardin?

I got a wife. You can
count me out of this one.

I suppose you are used to a more
serious soldiering over in El Paso?

We had things
organized over there.

Watch a ball game on TV,
shoot dice and sleep.

Louisiana Guard
is a little different.

They have us out doing
really important things like...

beating up on college kids
and tear gassing niggers.

Oh, please, Mr Guardsman,
no more canisters.

Don't set the
shepherd dogs on me.

See what I mean?

We have a long,
noble military tradition.

- Hey, Casper!
- Huh?

Cut it out, Stuckey. Act like a soldier,
you damn dumb son of a bitch.

In the real world do
you do something useful

or are you like the rest of
the men in the 2nd squad?

I work for Tramco.
Chemical engineer.

College man.

They are kind of rare
in Texas, aren't they?

Oh, we manage to come up
with one every now and then.

You know, one might
get the impression that

you don't enjoy an occasional
chat with your fellow guardsmen.

Guess what? You are right.

Now, 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

and Stuckey...

He isn't smart enough
to read a dime novel.

- The Coach, well...
- Yeah, I think I know the type.

Look, these guys are OK.

They just wanna have a little fun
with you being the new boy and all.

They are not OK.
They are just Louisiana versions

of the same dumb rednecks I
have been around my whole life.

Hup! Hup, two, three, four!
Come on boys, come on!

Hup! Hup!

When I was training in Fort
Polk once our instructor got bit...

right here, by a coral snake.

Just put his hand on a log and
took his machete out and just...

cut it right off,
took it right off.

- Horse shit!
- Bullshit!

I swear it's the truth. Just fuck you!
I don't give a shit. Believe it or not.

For those of you who are interested, we
are going on an overnight recon and patrol.

Hush up and listen up!

We have been designated Bravo,
that is Bravo Team, recon and security.

Rendezvous point Charlie,
that is Charlie, is just outside Catahoula.

We are gonna travel in file formation with
maximum use of cover and concealment.

We are travelling to make time.

No tents, no sleeping bags.
Ponchos and liners only.

We're gonna have all
kinds of weather out there.

Sun, rain, cold in the morning.

Get used to this idea...
you are going in the water

and that water's
going to be cold.

Cribbs! You with us?

Oh, sure I am, Sarge.
I'm really up for this one.

Well, that's good ‘cause you
are gonna be my pace man.

Reece, you will be point.

Yo!

Now, we are talking
about 38 kilometers.

You make sure your canteens
are filled at the water buffalo.

Each and every
member does their job.

I don't want nobody
dogging it out there.

You are all buddies. You are
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.

I am the Guard.

That's right.
Try to remember that.

Looks like somebody
built a whole new ocean here.

We are supposed to
be at this coordinate.

Either this map is wrong or all of a sudden
I can't find my way around the block.

The channel must have
shifted with the winter rains.

What's supposed to
be land is underwater.

- Do you want me to raise company?
- No, 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,

we go all the way
back and start over.

Over here!

Damn!

Somebody shot Rudolph.

Who do you think
these canoes belong to?

Us.

They belong to
indigenous personnel.

Don't you guys be
fucking around with them.

Think they float?

Hell yes. They are pirogues.
Cajuns back there use them all the time.

Well, they ain't using them now.

Let's say we take
them down the bayou?

Yeah, I can deal with that,
the way my back feels.

We might make Catahoula tonight.
Put them women under martial law.

What women you talking about?

Spencer's running some ladies.

He's got some
skirts waiting for us.

It's 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.

I don't think we should take the canoes.
They are not ours.

That's right, they are not ours.

Let's get in them and take off.

Hold on, fungo.
Nobody gave you an order.

How else are we gonna get there?

Maybe you got a
point there, Reece.

Hell yes, let's move.

Wait a minute, Reece.

How are the rightful owners
gonna get those boats back

when there's no other
access to the far shore?

Hell, we only
need three of them.

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, Sarge?

OK. Bowden, write them a note.

Yes, sir.

All right, get those steel pots off,
hook them on your belts.

Shape up now.

Shape up, Stuckey.

Get in the goddamn
boat and look like soldiers.

Come on, Bowden.

Get that oar.

Hey! Look over there.

There they are.
These must be their canoes.

Hey there, you men!
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 are bringing them back.

We are bringing them back.

Let them have it.
Take no prisoners.

Stuckey! Asshole!

Casper, get your boat over
to that point of land now.

Sarge!

Poole! Poole!

Get out of here.

Get out of here, Bowden.

Hit it! Take cover.

They shot him! They shot him!

Spencer, over here.
Over this way.

Jesus Christ, what's happening?

- Are they still shooting? Where are they?
- I don't know. I can't see them.

Hey, get down, man.

Poole. We gotta get Poole.

You take care of it. I'm gonna go
over there and look out for them.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Over there.

Let's set him down.

Goddamn you, Stuckey.

Over here, come on.

Come on, watch out.

No sign of them.

Where the hell's that damn map?

He was holding it. I remember.

Damn! Compass is gone.

How'd that happen?

It was in the water.
What the hell do you think?

And guess who put it there.

That's right, Bowden.
What the hell do you tip us over for?

Didn't tip the canoes over. You are the
one that started it all. It's your fault.

The hell you talking about?
You fucking panicked, you asshole!

I will show you panic,
you little fucking redneck.

I didn't panic.

I didn't panic, you piss-ass!

What the hell is this shit?
Look, we are all soldiering together.

Damn it. You two
guys shake hands.

All right.

OK.

OK, good.

Simms, where's your radio?

In the water.
Where do you think?

You are supposed to
be in charge of it, man.

What the hell's the
matter with you?

Look, we have a dead man here.
Now what are we gonna do?

Let's go get them
cocksuckers who shot Poole.

I will decide where
we are going and when.

Let's haul ass.

What about Sergeant Poole?

I say we leave him unless
you wanna carry him.

He's an American soldier.

He's got a Bronze Star, a Purple Heart,
a Vietnam Service Medal.

We're not leaving him here.

The quicker we get outta here,
the quicker they can come back for him.

We're gonna follow through with
our mission. That's our responsibility.

Come on, Casper.
Let's get going.

No, goddammit!
We are not leaving him here.

- Who says?
- I say,

I have got the stripes,
I'm in charge

and I don't wanna hear
any more 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.

Look, it was only a goddamn joke.
They were 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 wasn't the
one that shot Poole.

The big thing is that after we
get Poole back to headquarters

we come back and
get these Cajuns.

Oh hell yes! All we got to do is
swim a couple a hundred yards

and then find them
back in that forest.

After we done that we can capture
them and shoot them with our blanks.

Well, what do you think?
This bayou forks to the east.

Easiest to get where
we want moving that way.

We wanna be heading north.
The interstate's north.

We are going to the interstate.

Not if you go east.
The interstate's north.

Fuck you, Spencer.
What the fuck you know?

I know there's a big fireball in
the sky that usually rises in the east

and we are
walking right into it.

- You gotta go east to go north.
- Yeah, right.

Who wants to run that by
me one more time? We got to go where?

Look! Can somebody figure out where
the hell we are going and do it quick?

Hardin, shut up.

It's my responsibility and
we are going east to get north.

Go ahead and do
what you want, zip.

Exactly what the hell
I'm gonna do, Spencer.

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 box full of 556s.

Hey, what the hell
is this anyway, man?

Some kind of military
secret or something?

No way.

I brought along one box
of shells for my own use.

Right now I'm locked
and loaded down

in case I meet up with them
sons of bitches that shot Poole.

Let me see your weapon, Reece.

You just stay on back.

You give me the ammo.
We're gonna divide them up evenly.

- We will 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.

Now, you give them to me.

You come one step closer, Casper,
and I will give you something else.

It's a court
martial offense, man.

Look, you give me the
ammo we'll drop it right here.

Otherwise I'm going
to turn your ass in.

I don't give a
shit what you s...

Quit fucking around
and give him your rifle.

Now.

I will take Hardin's
and give them to him.

Here's your ammo.

Blade to the throat, huh?

That how they do
these things in El Paso?

Yeah. That's how they
do things where I grew up.

Thought you were some
kind of chemical engineer.

I am and I'm out of the habit of spending
time with a bunch of gun-toting rednecks.

Well, you know how it is.

Down here in Louisiana when
we don't carry guns we carry ropes.

RC Colas, MoonPies. We are not
too smart but we have a real good time.

What are you doing, Cribbs?

Say, man, I'm on sentry.
You wanna hit some of this stuff?

How can you smoke that crap?

I ain't on your team, Coach.

Goddamn right, you are not.
You couldn't make the squad.

That stuff kills
your will to win.

How your boys do this year?

This was a rebuilding year.
We had injuries to key personnel.

We finished three and seven.
What do you do for a living anyway?

I pick up a little cash
pimping here and there.

But most of what I turn over is
from selling dope to high school kids.

You are goddamn
lucky I don't believe you.

No, it's true.

Some of my best customers
are at Fremont High

and they were 10:0 this year.

Coach.

I don't have to
listen to this bullshit.

- Hey, Lonnie.
- Huh.

When are we going to kick his
boy's ass all the way back to El Paso?

Soon as we get up
to the rendezvous...

...then we are going to come back
for these coon asses that got Poole.

Lonnie...

Do you think this whole
thing was my fault?

Don't worry about it.

It's done.

Hey!

How can you guys play cards with
Sergeant 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 the hell any of us
can do about it. So why not play cards?

Just don't seem right.

- It's up this way.
- Where?

- Over there.
- OK, come on, keep moving.

Hey, Spencer,
what about Company Command?

They should be wondering
about us, don't you think?

No, not yet.

We have been out of
contact for 12 hours.

He's right. They should
be looking for us by now.

No way.
It's National Guard, remember?

We were supposed to meet
the trucks 20 minutes ago.

Another hour and a half the
trucks will actually show up.

Two o'clock they will start
asking around if anyone's seen us.

At three they will
start checking the bars.

By four they will
really get steamed.

By five it will occur to
someone that maybe we got lost.

At six the captain will
consider calling Battalion.

At seven-thirty he will.
Battalion will tell him it's too late.

There's nothing anyone
can do till morning.

There's the cabin.

That's him, that son of a bitch.

Where's the others?
There's more of them.

As far as I can tell he's alone.

- We will capture him.
- What for? I can get him from here.

Look, Reece, this is Louisiana National
Guard, not the goddamn vigilantes.

Now, let's move our asses.
Come on, let's go.

All right, look.
Here's the program.

We found one of the
Cajuns that shot Poole.

We are gonna capture him.
He's up about 250 meters up ahead.

You sure he's one of them?

Of course we are sure.
What the hell do you think?

Why don't you try talking to him
before you start blowing his head off?

Simms, Reece,
Stuckey and I are the advance unit.

Now remember, the initial
action's gotta be decisive.

- Surprise is the key.
- Hey, Casper.

- Did you hear what I said?
- I heard you.

We'll talk to him after we've captured him.
The rest of you guys are rear element.

You stay 100 meters
back and keep down.

We will marry up after the
objective's sealed off. Let's go.

Wait. I will volunteer
for the advance party.

Forget it. Just do what the
hell you are told. Let's go.

Jesus! This is bullshit.

That's just what I was thinking.

Do you always get
out of everything?

I don't see you raising
your hand to volunteer.

That's right.

I'm not gonna ride shotgun
with these dumbbells.

Four of them with automatic
rifles against some swamp rat.

I make it even money.

- What are you doing, Coach?
- Shut up.

Whoah!

What in the hell...?
Let's go. Son of a bitch!

You are under arrest.

Bowden, get the hell
away from that prisoner.

I told you to stay in our back.

- Mission accomplished, sergeant.
- Ah, bullshit!

You used your real bullets.
Just pissed them away.

- I didn't panic.
- Oh hell!

All right. Easy now.
We have got to interrogate him.

- Hey!
- Surrender!

Drop the knife.

You son of a bitch.
I said drop the goddamn knife.

Son of a bitch!
You could have busted his jaw.

- That's right.
- We want him to talk.

You almost knocked his
mouth down to his ass.

Jesus Christ, Simms.
We gotta interrogate the man.

How the hell is he gonna talk
to us if you break his fucking jaw?

- That's his fucking problem.
- What the hell did you do that for?

That son of a bitch
shot Sergeant Poole.

Oh fuck him. Come on, Lonnie.
Let's go see what's inside.

- Can you talk?
- Ma bouche.

Where's your buddies?
How many of them are there?

Mange-merde.

What the shit is that?

This Cajun got himself a
couple of mink this morning.

Goddamn!

This boy's a poacher.

We poached the poachers!
Hey, Lonnie!

Yeah, he shined his last gator.

What the hell's
going on here, Casper?

We got ourselves a prisoner.

Congratulations.

Think you guys have
done a wonderful job.

Hey, did you have to
cut his arm off too?

I'd say he uses
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 are the one that belted him?

Goddamn right.

What do you want
to go and do that for?

I don't know. Just got pissed.

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

Beans, hominy, spinach.
Hell, this is better than C-rations.

Guns, knives, ammo, supplies.

We got it all right here.

I'd say we conducted ourselves
a pretty successful little raid.

We can pack this shit up later.

Let's get outside and
interrogate the prisoner.

- Cribbs.
- Yeah.

Tie up the prisoner.

How am I supposed to tie up a man
when he only has one arm to do the tying?

Maybe we ought
to try talking to him first.

You speak English?

Does anybody here speak French?

Bowden?

Yeah.

Hey, what's wrong
with you, Coach?

Don't bother me.

Not now, not ever.

I will give it a try. A couple of
years of parlez-vous in high school.

Ah...

Hier quelqu'un...

Shit! I can't remember
how to say "shoot".

How about "bang bang"?

Hier, quelqu'un...

Bang une ami.

Mon pas fait rien. Mon dis toi!

I think he's saying
he didn't do anything.

Hell, I don't know. Doesn't sound
like any French I ever studied.

What the hell is this?
I saw him.

I was there too and I
couldn't swear to nothing.

Can't even remember
if the man had one arm.

He was more than 100
yards away, remember.

We are gonna take this prisoner back
with us to Staff Command for interrogation.

Then he can stand trial.

Right now I want everybody over
to the rain barrel, fill your canteens.

I want to put some miles
between us and here.

Lonnie!

Bowden, you dummy.
There's dynamite in there.

- Christ!
- Hit it!

- Get down!
- Take cover!

That will teach
them to fuck with us.

Yeah, right.
Can't argue with that.

What are you doing, Bowden?

Went and blew the
shit out of everything.

Well, I do what I do.

What do you paint the
cross on your chest for?

It's part of the joke.

What joke?

It's a corporal joke, private.

Oh, what the hell, Bowden.

You dumb son of a bitch. You blown
up all the supplies we have captured.

All the guns,
the ammo and the food.

Casper, there comes a time you have
to abandon principles and do what's right.

Maybe we'd better
find the interstate.

Let's get going, Casper.

I think your little
raid's about finished.

Yeah, right. All right, men.
Let's move out.

Get on!

That dumb shit Bowden.

Demolitioned that damn shack,
we lost everything we captured.

Yeah, could have worked as a signal for
this bastard's relatives to gather round.

You don't think we have got to
worry about these coon asses, do you?

Hell yeah.

But I know who's got to worry
about a lot more than me and you.

You don't have to tell me.

They think you
boys are bad luck.

They might be right.

I been hanging round niggers my whole life,
I haven't got a break yet.

Listen, fellas.

I'm sorry about that
incident back there.

I guess I was a little...
over emotional.

Yeah, you could say that.

You could also say you
were totally out of control.

I'm sorry, but I admired
Sergeant Poole a great deal.

I liked him a lot.

I hope that that will excuse my...
excessive behavior.

Sure.

Say, Coach?

- At the risk of a punch in the mouth...
- Don't worry about that, Hardin.

Why do you paint the
cross on your chest?

You know the avenging
angel and all that?

I thought at least you
might get it, Spencer.

Sorry to disappoint you, Coach.

If you will excuse me, I think I
should apologize to the rest of the men.

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 have 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,
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 OK to me.

Any chance we are ever
going to get out of here?

You damn right we are.

Figure two hours
tops we hit the 1-10.

Jesus!

What the hell's this
supposed to mean?

Don't mean nothing.
Just some dude drying the skins.

It's a funny way of
stretching the 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? Hmm?

You know what it means?

Lapin.

Come on, let's keep going.

Right. Wouldn't do any good
here no matter why they were left.

Goddamn it,
Casper, where's the highway?

It's been hours.

It will be right up ahead here.
It can't be too far.

Yeah, right.
Used to run right through here.

Those ecology boys
must have moved it.

Oh, fuck you, Spencer.

All right, hold up.
Everybody take five.

We will go get a bearing.

With what? We don't
have a compass, remember?

You hear of taking a
reading off the sun, Spencer?

Sure. Rises in the east,
sets in the west.

Interstates north. If you ask me,
that's not where we're headed.

So why don't you go
read the sun, Casper?

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.

Some of you boys ought to remember
that this is a military operation.

Coming from you,
Reece, that's real classic.

Hey...

What the hell was that?

Dogs, man. What do you think?

It's hunting dogs.

Hunting dogs mean hunters.

They can show us
the way out of here.

Getting close.

Yeah. Great!

Hey, Casper!
We got some hunting boys nearby.

They can show us the
way out of here, Casper.

They can show us the way out.

Lonnie!

Argh!

Lonnie.

Goddamn!

Argh!

Son of a bitch!

Goddamn.

Goddamn, he got me.

- Argh! My arm!
- Goddamn bastards!

- Cribbs, you all right?
- He got my arm.

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

- Spencer?
- Yeah.

- Reece?
- Sons of bitches!

Goddamn sick setting
their goddamn dogs on us.

How can they do that?
They set their goddamn dogs on us.

Reece, Lonnie,
knock it off, damn it.

- Hey, they weren't his dogs.
- The hell they weren't.

Whose side are you on anyway?

I ain't on yours,
Reece, that's for...

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

It's just what the enemy wants...
us fighting among ourselves.

Now damn it, everybody just take
five and pull yourselves together.

And you go cool off.

- Come on, man.
- Come on.

Spencer?

Yeah.

I wanna know what
the fuck's going on here.

I don't get you.

Well, I will
make it real simple.

My company transfers me to Baton Rouge,
been down here about six months.

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 fucking trees. Now...

I will ask you again.
What the hell is going on here?

I will 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.

Except we ran into some real weird people
and maybe they are 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.

Hey, Casper! He's getting heavy.

It can't be too much further.

Why don't we leave
him and come back?

No. I told you before.

It's cold as a witch's tit and
this son of a bitch weighs a ton.

I don't wanna hear
you calling Poole that.

- He can't hear me.
- Well, I can.

Shit, Casper, the cock-sucker's dead.
I'm just talking about the body.

Goddammit, Reece. I told you I
didn't want to hear you calling him that.

Watch out.

What?

What you almost stepped in.

Jesus Christ!

Look at them bastards.

It's like a steel pussy.

Hell, man. What kind of women
you been hanging out with?

All laid out. Seven of them.

Like the rabbits.

There were eight rabbits.

Then how come there's
only seven of these?

Did we lose anybody?

They were set for us?

Either us or the last seven
bears in the state of Louisiana.

Hey.

Quest-ce que c'est que ca?

What did you ask him?

I asked him what
they were doing there.

You son of a bitch.
Are there any more? Huh?

- I'm talking to you.
- All right.

Reece, cut it out.
Come on, knock it off.

Now, look. They didn't get
us and they are not gonna.

Now, let's saddle up, we have wasted enough
time. The interstate ain't that far away.

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 and I know it.

You are always
talking about, you know.

Why don't you come
up here and be point?

No unnecessary noise
and no talking in formation.

Argh!

Cribbs!

Jesus Christ, Cribbs!

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.

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,

the...

For Thine is the kingdom...

For 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 wanna hear any
more of that kind of talk.

Now, we are at war
and that's all there is to it.

I want you men to start looking
like soldiers and not like mailmen.

Weapons carried at the ready.

We have only got about
a half-hour of daylight left.

So this is it.
We will bivouac here.

A clearing this big will make it tough for
those bastards to come sneak up on us.

Right. Hey, Casper.

Wait a second.

Talk a few things over, huh?

Tomorrow morning the
helicopters will be out looking for us.

Damn good chance they will find
us if we stay on clear ground like this.

So all we have to worry about
until then is the Cajuns, right?

We don't know the enemies'
strength or his disposition.

And while he may have the
advantage of familiar terrain,

we have the advantage
of military training.

That's a
terrific speech, Casper.

But I want to improve
our odds a little bit.

What are you
going after, 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 after it happened.

Hey, Spencer.

You know they are
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 are a dumb asshole.

Now, you listen to me, Spencer,
and you listen real good.

Tomorrow morning we are
heading north with the prisoner.

The man who killed Crawford Poole,
the man whose buddies killed Tyrone Cribbs.

In case you have 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 OK.

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.

Oh.

Well, let me know
when you start.

Look, the problem ain't what the
hell I believe in or don't believe in.

What is?

How long we are gonna follow
this dumb bastard, Casper.

Looks to me like he's
leading us round 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.

You are terrific, Hardin.

You don't want to
volunteer for yourself,

but you don't mind at all
volunteering me for the court martial.

Fuck you.

I got something
to tell you, Casper.

- Fragmentation.
- What?

Remember your training.
I'm making a grenade here.

See, even blank rounds can
save your life if you improvise.

Damn it, Casper, don't give
me this crap. This is important.

It's Bowden.

There's something wrong with him.
He won't talk.

Spencer says he's
just gone totally crazy.

You'd better come on over.
I think he's right.

Come on.

Hey look, Bowden. I know it's
been kinda rough on all of us.

I can understand you
are 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.

Well, what we gonna do with him?

Just leave him there.
Maybe he will be better in the morning.

The hell we are.

This guy made his own bomb, remember.
You gonna tie him up.

Yeah, we don't want him walking
around when we are sleeping.

He's way too big and dangerous.

- Use your head, Casper.
- He's right.

He is, Casper. What the hell?

Won't hurt none 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 fire power.

Jesus Christ, Casper.

Get a goddamn rope and
quit jerking off about fire power.

Remember what happened 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 are you happy?

That's the second time
you asked for it with me.

This time you are
going to 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.

OK, you got it.

Tuez!

Kill him!

Kill him!

He's dead.

Reece is dead.

Looks like your
prisoner got away, Casper.

Lonnie!

- Come on!
- Let me go!

Goddamn! Let me go!

I'm gonna get you,
you son of a bitch.

You hear me? I'm gonna get you.

How many more graves are
we gonna be leaving back here?

No more of ours,
I can tell you that.

Yeah? 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 are the one that killed him.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Keep your fucking mouth shut,
and dig the goddamn grave.

I don't want any more
shit out of you either.

Look, just do what
the hell he says. Dig!

We have had three casualties.
We are not going to have any more.

Survival is a mental outlook.

If you are not prepared mentally to
overcome all obstacles and hardships,

the chances of you
coming out alive...

...are greatly reduced.

We are 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
to us isn't helping much.

You think you
could do any better?

Yeah, I do.

But I'm the team leader.

You are not even a
corporal You are just a PFC.

Hey! I'm getting
tired of this damn crap.

I'm with you, Spencer.

Casper, you ain't never going
to find that fucking highway.

Casper?

You promise me that this Texas
asshole's going to be court martialled?

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.

Come on, Bowden. Let's go home.

Spencer, you just
can't walk off like this.

We are a squad, a unit.
We are Bravo Team.

You guys are deserting.

You bet your ass we are.

You coming?

Come on, Stuckey. Let's go.

How's your arm?

It will be all right.

Look, for what it's worth...

I know Reece was
a real son of a bitch.

I don't wanna talk about him.

Yeah, well,
maybe it was self defense.

Look, let's just drop it.

It's over with.

Right.

Hey, Spencer.

What chance do we got?

You are always so
smart about everything.

Now you are the leader
SO give me an answer.

Right now they got state troopers,
helicopters, hound dogs,

everybody in
Louisiana looking for us.

Spencer, I have
had it with them hound dogs.

Tell you something else.

Who's ever looking for us,
they better make it quick.

Hey!

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 have heard it.

I didn't hear nothing.

You wasted your bullets
just like Bowden did.

Well, there's nothing now.

What the fuck?

Come on. Let's take off.

Motherfuckers!

Simms!

Simms!

Simms!

Simms!

No more! No more! No more!

- Christ!
- They dug them up.

They dug them all up.

- Come on, this way.
- Let's get out of here.

Bowden! For Christ's sake!

They have outflanked us.
We are pinned down.

- Would you cover me, Simms?
- With what? All I got is blanks.

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

How are we supposed
to fight with that?

Don't ask me, Casper. You're the
one who's supposed to know that.

Well, fire the goddamn blanks.
Use anything you got.

We got four bullets.

- I got mine.
- You shot yours, asshole.

Get ready.

Come on. We gotta retreat.

Retreat! Retreat!
Pull back! Pull back!

Listen.

- What?
- Listen!

I don't hear anything.

I can hear it.

There!

Hey! Down here!

Over here!

- Over here!
- Down here!

Hey! Come back!

- Down here!
- Down here!

If he did see us he's
got to come back for us.

He couldn't land here -
there's too many trees.

Hey.

Where's Stuckey?

Please!

Help me!

Please!

Stuckey!

- Stuckey!
- Shit!

All right, we spread out.
We gotta find him.

Buddy teams. Me and Hardin.

I will take Bowden.
Casper, you go with Simms.

First team to find him fire
a blank every five minutes.

The other team will
work its way there. OK?

What if we don't find him?

We will wait an hour. Fire five blanks
then one blank every five minutes.

Both teams will work
back to each other.

Let's go.

Stuckey!

Stuckey!

Stuckey! You little
fucking redneck, where are you?

Shit!

Dirty sons of bitches.

Go on, Simms.
Get back to the others.

- You are crazy.
- Go on.

- You are crazy!
- You heard me. Go on. Get out of here.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Stuckey!

I think all we are doing
is telling the opposition where we are.

They haven't had too much
trouble finding us up to now.

Casper!

Simms!

Come on, let's go.

We gotta go for ourselves now.

The others make it,
then they make it.

Yeah, OK.

Boy, this is a great state you got here,
Spencer. Sent out one fucking helicopter.

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.

You wanna talk?

Hey, Coach.

What's he coach anyway?

Football. What else?

Think he teaches
history or something too.

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

Could be history for a couple of
other poor bastards around here

if we don't get a break.

Yeah.

Tomorrow about this time
you will be sitting in your den

with a beer in your
hand looking at the tube

and listening to your
old lady's bullshit.

I don't have a den.

I will buy you one if
we ever get out of here.

Great.

How long you been married?

Five years.

- Happy?
- Hmm?

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 are you just
talking for the record?

I will tell you what I'm
saying for the record.

I wanna live.

I don't know how
I'm going to 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.

Let's go.

Poor son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna kill
y'all if I don't got to.

You got a bayou over here.

Take it.

Stay to the west side.

You gonna 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?
- What about him?

Did he do it to himself or
did your friends help him out?

If I was you all I'd quit
asking question and haul ass.

And my buddies?
They are not nice like me.

Are we supposed to say thanks?

You not supposed to say nothing.

Soldier.

Come on, Hardin.

Over there.

A truck.

Fucking truck.

Vous étes perdus, eh?

Huh?

Er... You lose you in there.

Uh, yeah.

You wanna ride, uh?

God, yes.

Jettes toi en arriére.
Throw you in the back.

Sure, you bet. Next town, right?

- That's right, yeah.
- Great.

This can't be Catahoula.
Some backwoods stop.

What happened to that
town they were taking us to?

I guess this is it.

Say, where is the telephone?

Pas de telephones ici.

We got electric light, but
we don't got no telephone.

We wanna go to a
town with a telephone.

Eat first.
You can go in town more later.

No, we wanna go to town now.

No, have something to drink.
Spend some good time with us.

Laissez es bons temps rouler.

You make that
telephone more later.

You come with me. I'm gonna
show you where you can wash yourselves.

Wash up?

What do you think?

I think I feel better.

Cleaner, anyway.

Yeah?

But what about safer?

Well, I wouldn't lie
down and go to sleep.

Maybe we ought to forget
about Mr. and Mrs. Cajun

and try to find the
next town by ourselves.

What for? If they are still hunting
us they'd find us in the swamp.

We are safer here.

OK.

But we grab a ride with
the first thing out of here.

Biere.

Merci.

Relax, Hardin.
These are the good Cajuns.

Them other guys
are a long ways back.

You relax.

Look at those two guys.

What two guys?

Getting out the boat.

Yeah.

Do you think they are 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 gotta kill us.
We are the only witnesses.

Don't sweat it. They can't pull
anything here in front of everybody.

- Allons dancer.
- Huh?

Allons dancer.

- Dancer?
- Dancer.

I'm telling you, Hardin, relax.

Right.

Excusez-moi.

Hey!

Argh!

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