Southern Comfort Page #2

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to the far shore?

Hell, we only need three of them.

They can use the other ones

to get 'em back.

A little R and R never hurts.

Catahoula, here we come.

What d'you say, sarge?

OK. Bowden, write 'em a note.

Yes, sir.

All right, get those steel pots off,

hook 'em 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 f*** me?

Reece, knock that sh*t off.

We're bringing them back.

We're bringing them back.

STUCKEY:
Let 'em have it.

Take no prisoners.

Stuckey! A**hole!

Casper, get your boat over

to that point of land now.

Sarge!

Poole! Poole!

Get outta here.

Get outta here, Bowden.

What the f***'?

Hit it! Take cover.

They shot him! They shot him!

Spencer, over here. Over this way.

Jesus Christ, what's happenin'?

Are they still shooting?

Where are they?

I don't know. I can't see 'em.

Hey, get down, man.

Poole. We gotta get Poole.

You take care of it. I'm gonna go

over there and look out for 'em.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

He fell 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 d'you think?

And guess who put it there.

That's right, Bowden. What the hell

d'you tip us over for?

Didn't tip the canoes over.

You started it. It's your fault.

The hell you talkin' about? You

f***ing panicked, you a**hole!

I'll show you panic,

you little f***ing redneck.

I didn't panic.

I didn't panic, you piss-ass!

What the hell is this sh*t?

Look, we're all soldiering together.

Damn it. You two guys shake hands.

All right.

OK.

OK, good.

Simms, where's your radio?

In the water. Where d'you think?

You're supposed to be

in charge of it.

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'll decide where we're 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, goddamnit!

We're not leaving him here.

- Who says?

- I say,

I've got the stripes, I'm in charge

and I don't wanna hear

any more sh*t about it.

Now, let's just go.

Stuckey, you were one dumb son of

a b*tch 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'? Sh*t! This moron gets

somebody killed - 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 'em back in that forest.

After we done that we can capture

'em and shoot 'em with our blanks.

Well, what d'you think?

This bayou forks to the east.

Easiest to get where we want

moving that way.

We want to be heading north.

The interstate's north.

We're going to the interstate.

Not if you go east.

The interstate's north.

F*** you, Spencer.

What the f*** you know?

I know there's a big fireball in the

sky that usually rises in the east

and we're 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?

Can somebody figure out where

the hell we're goin' and do it quick?

Hardin, shut up.

It's my responsibility and

we're goin' 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 ammos.

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 556$.

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 b*tches that shot Poole.

Let me see your weapon, Reece.

You just stay on back.

You give me the ammo. We're going

to divide them up evenly.

- We'll share 'em.

- 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.

You give them to me.

You come one step closer, Casper,

and I'll give you something else.

It's a court martial offence, man.

If 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 sh*t what you s...

Quit f***ing around and

give him your rifle.

Now.

I'll 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're not too

smart but we have a real good time.

What're you doin', Cribbs?

Say, man, I'm on sentry.

You wanna get some of this stuff?

How can you smoke that crap?

I ain't on your team, coach.

Goddamn right, you're 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're goddamn lucky

I don't believe you.

No, it's true.

Some of my best customers

are at Fremont High

and they were ten and all 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're going to come back for

these coon asses that got Poole.

Lonnie...

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