Rescue Dawn Page #4

to give you some presents.

Okay. Now, look.

I have taken these cartridge shells

and I have made a knife of each one.

Okay.

Now, I'm sorry, but I have to keep one

for myself. Okay?

Duane, you're first.

Right.

Phisit.

Left or right?

Y.C.

Easy money, pal.

Gene.

- Procet, it is yours. Okay.

- I don't care about the knife.

This is for Crazy Horse.

No, no, no. Crazy Horse is mine.

My Crazy Horse. Mine.

Now listen, we must collect the rice

and hide it.

But we must dry it because it rots

too quickly if we don't dry it, okay?

What? Hide it? You wanna hide it?

- Yeah, yeah.

- We can eat it now.

- No, no.

- We eat it now.

Look, look, look, I've created

a secret compartment here for the rice.

It is at the bottom of my crap container.

So I don't think the guards

- are gonna want to check that.

- Crazy. This is...

Why are you hiding it now?

For our escape.

You have a plan.

DIETER:
Yes.

Now, have you noticed

that the guards when they are called

to the kitchen hut for chow time,

they always leave

their rifles behind, always?

So we have a few minutes

before they return for their rifles.

We go out through the hut,

we grab their guns,

- we surprise them.

- No.

- And we surprise... We surprise them...

- Crazy.

...and we surround them, okay?

Then we take the guards as prisoners.

We take over the camp.

Think about it, okay?

We hold it down for a few days

until we can signal our aircraft

to pick us up.

(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Dieter, quick.

- Okay.

They'll call mess any second.

Quick, quick.

- Who's in the kitchen?

- I see four.

The cook, Little Hitler and Nook the Rook

and somebody I've never seen before.

He looks like a villager.

- DUANE:
What about the rifles?

- Okay, rifles.

Little Hitler's rifle

and Nook's rifle in Hut A.

And, okay, Crazy Horse

going towards Hut B

with his submachine gun. Okay.

There's somebody else coming up

over the hillside.

- DUANE:
Who?

- I can't make him out,

but he has a machete. Okay.

Oh, sh*t.

Nook the Rook is coming back

with his food.

Quick. Quick.

Hooks in now. Hide the nail. Hide the nail.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

Close it.

GENE:
Nice, because we all happen to be...

(ALL SINGING) Hungry

Hungry

Hungry

Hungry

- DIETER:
Hey, Duane.

- What?

Okay. Your turn.

- What, my turn?

- DIETER:
Yeah.

- Stack it up.

- Oh, all right. You ready?

- Bottom shelf, raspberry pie.

- Okay.

The way my mom makes it

with the crust as thick as a steak.

- Yeah.

- And on top shelf is a turkey.

I'm not talking Thanksgiving big.

I'm talking, you know, an obscene,

enormous, like, 35-pound turkey

with breasts the size of Jayne Mansfield's.

You know what I mean?

You've got gravy, stuffing,

six-pack of Budweiser...

No, no, no, no.

No, I prefer the Bavarian stein. You know?

With a quarter of a gallon

and it's dark and it's cool

and you get the foam lapping up

- and coming over the side.

- Yeah. Okay.

- It's so cool you get the mist on the side...

- All right, that's in your fridge.

- This is my fridge. Right?

- Okay.

- I'm sorry. Go ahead.

- Six-pack stays where it is.

Yeah. It's okay.

- Muffins.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Okay, oranges, couple of dozen eggs.

- All right.

- And, oh, a pile... A huge pile of pancakes

- with tons of syrup, I mean, just soaked.

- Why always the sweet stuff?

- Okay. Go ahead.

- Why always the sweet stuff?

- You stack the fridge. Go ahead.

- DIETER:
Okay.

- It's my turn.

- DIETER:
Noodles and Spam, okay.

No, okay. Sorry. Go ahead. Go ahead.

- It's your turn. You go.

- Right.

- Some cake.

- Yeah.

See, you ruined it.

Why you always got to interrupt me?

(CHUCKLING)

God.

DIETER:
Okay, rifle one and rifle two

in Hut A.

Submachine gun in Hut B

and another rifle in Hut C.

- DUANE:
That's new. Are you sure?

- DIETER:
Affirmative.

And in the kitchen

we have Nook the Rook,

Crazy Horse and Jumbo arriving.

Jumbo's gun?

- DUANE:
Jumbo's gun?

- DIETER:
Duane.

(COCKING GUN)

- DUANE:
What?

- DIETER:
Duane.

DUANE:
It's just a game.

It's just a game.

I won.

Phisit.

Hold this side up.

Come on.

Do you see it?

DUANE:
No.

- I see it.

- Yeah, that's because you dug it.

You did a good job, trust me.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

DIETER:
(WHISPERING)

I've seen clouds, okay?

When does the monsoon start?

I don't know.

Could be another two weeks.

- No, no, no, no.

- Or a month.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Maybe five days.

- Okay. No.

We need to set a start date

because the guards, you know,

they are starving as well.

And they are getting

meaner and meaner, so...

I don't care about anything else.

Your plan, I don't care.

- You can stay behind...

- Listen to me.

- ... if you want.

- Listen to me now.

- How about that?

- Listen...

Dieter, I'm on board.

I'd rather be dead out there

than rotting away in here.

Okay, buddy. Okay.

Y.C., are you on board?

I guess so.

- Okay. Procet?

- I am out.

- You are out of the plan?

- I am. No, no, I want to get out.

You're coming with us out.

Great. Okay, Phisit?

(CHUCKLES)

That's a yes. So...

So,

it is settled then.

Okay.

July the 4th.

July the 4th.

No matter what.

Okay.

(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

We had this two years ago

when it was really bad.

- DIETER:
How can it get any worse?

- Really bad.

You don't ask, you just eat.

You just smile, smile and eat.

Duane, Duane, Duane.

- Come on.

- No.

You got to try. It's protein.

Protein's not gonna kill you.

Just try.

Hey.

I am going to eat my rice.

- I'm gonna eat my rice.

- DIETER:
No, you are not.

GENE:
I'm gonna eat that rice.

I'm gonna eat that rice

because it is my rice.

- You are not.

- GENE:
I will eat my rice.

We're not gonna eat that rice.

GENE:
My rice.

That is not your rice. That is our rice.

- Okay.

- GENE:
Oh, I see.

And I tell you what.

I'm not gonna let you out of

your handcuffs tonight, okay?

Because I still have the key.

Oh, I see. I see.

Let me see if I have this right.

You're the warden himself now.

Is that right? Is that right?

Do I have that right?

Okay?

- DUANE:
Dieter.

- No.

- Dieter.

- No.

(PASSES WIND)

Oh, God.

Come on, Dieter, open the cuffs.

No.

You, you are on my list right

after Crazy Horse.

Cut that crap, you know?

Because I will do you in two seconds flat.

- Okay.

- Hey, hey, hey. You are on my list.

On my list.

That's right.

(PASSING WIND)

No food.

Go away, there's no food today.

No food.

Dieter.

- You should apologize.

- Okay.

I was just making a point.

DUANE:
You should apologize to Gene.

You are not gonna keep me prisoner.

I said you are not gonna keep me prisoner.

Oh, and you are not the one

that I'm afraid of, okay,

because the man who will frighten me

has to be born yet.

- Come on, apologize.

- Okay?

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Gene, I apologize.

Gene.

Gene.

Hey, I'm really sorry.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

Okay.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Motherf***er!

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