Southern Comfort Page #5

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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're 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're a dumb a**hole.

Now, you listen to me, Spencer,

and you listen real good.

Tomorrow morning we're heading

north with the prisoner.

The man who killed Crawford Poole,

the man whose buddies killed

Tyrone Cribbs.

In case you've 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 sh*t,

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're 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're terrific, Hardin.

You don't want to volunteer

for yourself

but you don't mind at all volunteering

me for the court martial.

F*** you.

I got something to tell you, Casper.

- Fragmentation.

- What?

Remember your training.

I'm making a grenade here.

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're 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 motherf***er's crazy.

Well, what we gonna do with him?

Just leave him there.

Maybe he'll 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're 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 doin', 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're going to get

an answer.

About time I paid you off, cowboy.

How about I blow

your f***in' 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!

Goddamnit! Let me go!

I'm gonna get you,

you son of a b*tch.

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're the one that killed him.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Keep your f***ing mouth shut,

and dig the goddamn grave.

I don't want any more sh*t

out of you either.

Look, just do what

the hell he says - dig.

We've had three casualties.

We're not going to have any more.

Survival is a mental outlook.

If you're not prepared mentally

to overcome all obstacles

and hardships,

the chances of you

coming out alive...

...are greatly reduced.

We're 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're not even a corporal

You're 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 f***in' highway.

Casper, you promise me

that this Texas a**hole'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 movin'.

Come on, Bowden. Let's go home.

Spencer, you just can't

walk off like this.

We're a squad, a unit.

We're 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'll be all right.

Look, for what it's worth...

I know Reece was a real

son of a b*tch.

I don't wanna talk about him.

Yeah, well,

maybe it was self defence.

Look, let's just drop it.

It's over with.

Right.

Hey, Spencer.

What chance do we got?

You're always so smart

about everything.

Now you're the leader

so give me an answer.

Right now they got state troopers,

helicopters, hound dogs,

everybody in Louisiana

looking for us.

Spencer, I've 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 f*** 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 musta heard it.

I didn't hear nothing.

You wasted your bullets

just like Bowden did.

Well, there's nothing now.

What the f***?

Come on. Let's take off.

Motherfuckers!

Simms!

Simms!

Simms!

Simms!

No more!

- Christ!

- They dug 'em up.

They dug 'em all up.

- Come on, this way.

- Let's get outta here.

Bowden! For Christ's sake!

They've outflanked us.

We're 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 the hell are we supposed

to fight with that?

Don't f***ing ask me.

You're supposed to know that.

Well, fire goddamn blanks.

Use anything you got.

We got four bullets.

- I got mine.

- You shot yours, a**hole.

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!

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