The Revenant

(ENGINES ROAR)

MAN:
I was put here to kill.

You were too,

whether you know it or not.

We kill because it solves problems,

because after all the options

have been exhausted

and everything else fails,

we have one way to solve problems.

And that's why we're here.

That's not why I'm here.

I'm here to protect our troops,

to protect our interests.

I was put here to help create

a democracy, to enforce justice.

Yeah? And how do you do that?

You do that with this, this right here.

After everything else fails,

it all comes down to this, baby.

This is justice. Power is justice.

Killing solves problems.

That seems like the solution.

It's called right and wrong.

Does not compute.

Where does right and wrong

factor in to this place?

You tell me - what difference

does right and wrong make here?

Sh*t, man, right and wrong

only matters where it has impact.

There's always a right and wrong,

as long as you have the choice.

You ain't got no choice here.

Only choice is living or dying.

Going through life without a choice

is like driving without the headlights on.

Hey, hey, hey, quit f***ing around, man.

What's the point of seeing

when you can't steer anyway?

F*** you. Turn the lights on.

F*** you.

F*** you!

Turn the f***ing lights on.

You don't know what's out there.

No, no, no, no, no, you don't stop.

You do not stop!

I just hit a f***ing kid.

You don't stop for anything at night.

What the f*** was that?

It was a f***ing kid.

What's a kid doing in the desert?

I don't give a f***

if you just hit your grandmother.

You do not sidestep protocol.

You do not stop for anything at night!

What if he's still alive?

Bailey's right.

You're not supposed to stop,

it's the rules. It could be an ambush.

You put this piece of sh*t in gear and go.

That's an order!

F*** you. I'm doing the right thing.

Kill those goddamn floods.

Kill those goddamn floods!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CHILD CRIES)

Kill those f***ing lights.

Kill those f***ing lights right now!

(CHILD CONTINUES CRYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(SOLDIERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)

(GUNFIRE)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

MAN:
That's just who he was.

He pulled four people out of there

and then tried to put the pin back in.

WOMAN:
He tried to

put the pin back in?

I didn't know you could do that.

Apparently you can.

WOMAN 2:
Did you know

he was working on an opera?

MAN:
Barthenoy's many friends,

some of whom

have gathered here today,

suggested that he was a man

who loved his country

and gave his life

protecting not only our freedoms,

but the lives of his fellow soldiers...

in essence, doing God's work.

Barthenoy was not only thoughtful,

a responsible and a loving man,

but a hero.

He is an example for us all.

But although he is a hero,

Barthenoy had not yet clarified

his spirituality

and his relationship with Jesus.

Well, Jesus said, l am the way,

the truth and the life.

No man cometh unto the Father

but by me.

John 14:
6.

Had Barthenoy the opportunity

to look into the future

and predict his own untimely passing,

a passing which, because of his youth,

is perhaps more tragic than most,

one wonders if this burden

would have been left unfinished.

And so now is the time for us

to look into our own lives

and ask the question,

have we embraced the path

of the righteous?

And if not, how long should we wait?

Until we are sick?

Until we are facing death ourselves?

Or until we stand before God in heaven

asking for atonement?

For none of us,

except Lord Jesus Christ,

none of God's children

can see their futures

and none can live forever here on Earth.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

MAN:
Did you check the gas?

DRIVER:
Check the gas?

That gauge don't work.

You gotta use the stick.

Gas is all out.

MAN:
Here's to Bart.

To Bart.

To Bart.

Is it just me, or was that priest guy...

Minister.

..was that minister saying

that Bart was going to hell?

Joey!

I'm not saying that he is.

I'm just...I'm just saying

that the minister,

his whole gig was that, you know,

Unless you accept Lord Jesus Christ

as your only saviour,

you're not going to heaven.

Whatever. Heaven's just

a Christian recruiting tactic.

Wiccas believe that after death

one's spirit leaves one's body

and transcends time and space

and becomes part of a greater divinity

of nature, Mother Earth.

Now, does that just work for witches?

Or can mere mortals get in too?

It works for everyone, even a**holes.

Perfect. I'm an a**hole!

Do you think he joined the military

to get away from me?

What?

No, honey.

I mean, seriously, do you think

he was trying to get out of marrying me?

No.

No.

No, I do not.

In fact, I think he was building up

his courage to ask you.

Really?

Really, I do.

He even had me looking at rings for him

so that he'd be ready to ask you.

You're an a**hole.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

Don't. Don't apologise.

Like, this is...none of this seems real.

How do you do it?

How do you stay so strong?

You seem so strong.

My inner strength is, um,

a manifestation of my rigorous regimen

of heavy sedation.

What...

Pills.

(PILLS RATTLE IN JACKET)

Lot of pills.

Vicodin. Valium. All the 'V's.

I actually cycle them with beer

or this little fella right here.

Vicodin.

Yeah?

Can I?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um, I can get you more

and whatever you need.

Thanks.

OK?

Oh, f***. I just don't know

if I can make it.

He was in all of my plans.

We were gonna get a place

together...eventually.

When he was ready.

I know.

And there was so much

I wanted to say to him.

God, if I could just have...

..just one more day with him,

just one more.

It's gonna get easier.

It's gonna get better.

OK? Just give it some time.

I know, I know, I know.

I know it will, and I'll meet someone else.

But it...it won't be Bart.

It won't be him.

You know he never told me

he loved me?

He never said it.

I told him, but he never said it to me.

He did love you. He does, he did.

He did love you.

He did, he did love you, OK?

OK? Yeah?

Thank you.

Oh.

(MOANS)

No. Oh, God.

We can't do this.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I don't want to make things worse.

How can it get any worse?

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(THUDDING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(REPEATED THUDDING)

(GASPING)

(SINISTER MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TURNS ON TAP)

(TURNS OFF TAP)

What the f***?

Oh!

(GROANS)

The sick...

You're f***ing kidding me.

F***ing sh*t.

This is...this is a dream.

This is a dream.

It's all just...all a nightmare.

Just...wake up.

Wake up. F***ing...f***ing...

(GROANS)

F***!

OK, just ride this sh*t out,

ride this sh*t out.

This is...this is...

This isn't real. This isn't real!

F***! F***!

F***.

(KNOCKING)

BART:
Come on.

Come on, please, wake up.

Please wake up.

Joey.

Please wake up.

Joey. Joey.

(JOEY GROANS)

Who is it?

It's me, man.

Who's 'me'?

It's me, Bart.

Let me in, please.

Hilarious. Who is it?

It's me, your friend, Bart.

Please let me in the door.

F*** off, douche-bag.

It's f***ing early in the morning

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