Southern Comfort Page #4

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totally out of control.

I'm sorry, but I admired

Sergeant Poole a great deal.

I liked him a lot.

I hope that that'll excuse my...

excessive behaviour.

Sure.

Say, coach?

At the risk of a punch in the mouth...

Don't worry about that, Hardin.

Why d'you paint the cross

on your chest?

You know the avenging angel

and all that?

I thought at least you might

get it, Spencer.

Sorry to disappoint you, coach.

If you'll excuse me, I think I should

apologise to the rest of the men.

I got news for you.

He's nuts.

I mean really f***in' nuts.

This is not exactly news

to the rest of us.

Is that all you've got to say?

After that whole number he pulled

back there?

What am I supposed to say?

He's a dumb son of a b*tch.

He's real emotional,

he got pissed off.

He got pissed off.

So he paints himself red,

laughs like a f***ing 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're ever going to

get outta here?

You damn right we are.

Figure two hours tops

we hit the I-10.

Jesus!

What the hell's this supposed

to mean?

Don't mean nothin'.

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 sh*t? Hmm?

You know what it means?

Lapin.

Come on, let's keep going.

Wouldn't do any good here

no matter why they were left.

Goddamn it, Casper,

where's the highway?

It's been hours.

It'll 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, f*** you, Spencer.

All right, hold up.

Everybody take five.

We'll 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.

Interstate's 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 doin'?

What do you think?

Then why the hell are we

following him?

He's got stripes. That's why.

Some of you boys outta remember

that this is a military operation.

Coming from you, Reece,

that's real classic.

Hey...

What the hell was that?

Dogs, man. What d'you think?

It's hunting dogs.

Hunting dogs mean hunters.

They can show us

the way outta here.

Getting close.

Yeah. Great!

Hey, Casper!

We got some huntin' boys nearby.

They can show us the way

outta here, Casper.

They can show us the way out.

Lonnie!

Agh!

Lonnie.

Goddamn!

Agh!

Son of a b*tch!

Goddamn.

Goddamn, he got me.

- Agh! My arm!

- Goddamn bastards!

- Cribbs, you all right?

- He got my arm.

- Hardin! How bad is he? OK?

- I think so. Sh*t!

- Spencer?

- Yeah.

- Reece?

- Sons of b*tches!

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.

- Hey, they weren't his dogs.

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 -

a fight 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 f***'s

going on here.

I don't get you.

Well, I'll 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 f***in' trees. Now...

I'll ask you again.

What the hell is going on here?

I'll tell you something.

I'm just a city boy.

What's going on here?

I haven't the slightest f***ing idea.

Except we ran into some people

that are real weird

and I think maybe

they're trying to kill us.

Because some a**hole fired blanks

out of his damn machine gun.

Yeah.

Because a bunch of a**holes

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 b*tch weighs a ton.

I don't wanna hear you

calling Poole that.

- He can't hear me.

- Well, I can.

Sh*t, Casper, the cock-sucker's

dead. I'm just talking about the body.

Goddamnit, 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 p*ssy.

Hell, man. What kind of women

you been hangin' outwith?

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 a?

What did you ask him?

I asked him what

they were doing there.

You son of a b*tch.

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're not gonna.

Let's settle that we've 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're always talking

about, you know.

Why don't you come up here

and be point?

No unnecessary noise

and no talking in formation.

Agh!

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 p...

For Thine is the kingdom...

For Thine is the kingdom...

And the power and the glory.

For ever, 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're 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've only got about a half-hour

of daylight left

so this is it - we'll bivouac here.

A clearing this big will make it tough

for those bastards to come

sneak up on us.

Right. Hey, Casper.

Wait a second.

Talk a few things over, huh?

Tomorrow morning the helicopters'll

be out looking for us.

Damn good chance they'll 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.

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