On Deadly Ground

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I want every one of you guys

over there now! Now!

Welcome to Valdez, Alaska, sir. Rig 59

in sight. Looks pretty hot down there.

Heads up.

Thank God.

What's cooking?

Goddamn it, Forrest,

this is a disaster here!

It's totally out of control.

I got four guys down.

And all because of your goddamn pal

Jennings' lousy...

Your goddamn pal Jennings' lousy what,

Hugh?

Come on, the crane's all loaded

with explosives for you.

Hey, Forrest is here.

I'm telling you, Forrest,

those goddamn preventers caused this.

I told Jennings they weren't up to spec,

but he made me use them anyway.

Come on, Hugh...

how'd he make you do anything?

Hugh's been getting sloppy lately,

hasn't he?

Certainly has, Mr. Jennings.

Certainly has.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think I'm makin' this up.

I can't figure out why someone'd

do that to his own rig.

It doesn't make sense.

He's really paying you that much money?

Now you believe him over your friends?

Why don't you fall back

before you say something stupid?

You used to be a good man.

Now you're nothin' but a whore.

For $350,000...

l'd f*** anything once.

Where's my shield?

Hot enough for you in there?

Brand-new preventers!

Don't make sense!

The chain, it's caught!

You! Look at me!

Down!

Bring it down!

What the f***?

Sh*t!

Get back!

Very impressive, Forrest, as always.

I'll expect your full report

on my desk by morning.

- You'll have it.

- I look forward to it.

All right, go on!

Get that goddamn diverter up there!

So, what did he say?

I don't know,

something about faulty preventers.

Nothing to do with it.

It was human error all the way, as usual.

As in almost every fire or spill

you've ever seen.

Am I right, Forrest?

Preventers were not the problem.

And the human error in this case

is Hugh Palmer.

He's the rig foreman, it's his responsibility.

And his burden to pay the penalty.

My oil is flowing all over the ocean...

instead of into my refinery,

where it's worth money.

I'll have Eskimos and environmentalists...

probing all the orifices of my body

for the next two weeks.

Now, why the hell would I do that

to myself on purpose?

I don't know. I asked him the same thing.

It doesn't really matter now, does it?

I sort of blew up all the evidence, didn't l?

I guess you did.

I got Tonto with his fish breath

busting my balls.

Don't touch me.

Cochise, you want some money?

Take this!

Animal.

Hey, don't bust my balls. I'm warning you.

Buy a drink?

Listen to me, you yellow-snow-eating...

welfare-collecting...

redskin piece of sh*t.

Get the f*** out of here!

You want a smoke too?

"Dances With Whiskey."

Hey, I warned him.

Hey, Cupcake, what the f*** you think

you're looking at?

Oh, sh*t.

Nothing much at all.

F*** him up, Forrest!

P*ssy!

Right about that. F***in' pansy.

I haven't seen you here before.

Sit down.

Don't sneak up on me, I might shoot you.

Just don't hit me, that's all.

How you doing, Bubba?

Look, I might have been out of line before.

You were wrong about something.

I know you're no whore.

You were right about that.

You were just wrong when you thought

I was a good man once.

Jesus, you sound as bad as me.

What's eating at you?

I'm just under a lot of pressure.

Three of my men are dead...

including your pal, Lorenzo.

You don't know what's going on.

Don't you even give half a sh*t?

You still don't believe me...

that those preventers are bad?

I believe you.

They had stress cracks all over.

If those were new, something's funny.

Goddamn right, somethin' funny.

That's what I keep tellin' you.

And if you still can't figure out

why Jennings made me use them anyway...

check out the requisition file on Aegis-1.

Go ahead.

You got the clearance.

I can't get in there, but you can.

Check it out, then we'll talk.

Listen to me.

I left my daypack and some weapons

at your place.

I think I'll pick them up

and go up into the hills.

They're in the closet, just get them.

- Upstairs closet?

- Yeah.

Hey, Mike. Check it out: Cupcake's date!

Come on, Cupcake.

Don't cry. What happened?

Did your boyfriend leave you?

You know, Pocahontas is still available.

Cupcake's dream date!

Geronimo!

Cochise!

This way.

You still want that brew? I'll get it for you.

No hard feelings?

Come on.

Buck up for the suds, pal.

All right, here.

Mutt, get out. You piece of sh*t.

Come on.

Now, who're we gonna play with now?

Don't break anything, understand?

You wanna play with me?

You want a piece of this?

I'm afraid I'll f***in' kill him.

Let's get outta here. Come on.

Oh, sh*t!

Jesus!

I've got you!

Well, let's see, that's Natives: 8,

and Oil Workers:
0.

Anybody else want to play with Cupcake?

Take him on.

My nuts!

Hey, buddy.

Don't be f***ing with oil workers.

My balls!

You're a man, right?

This guy doesn't have a f***in' clue.

Are you a man?

Oh, Jesus.

Am I a man?

Yeah. I got a big pair of balls

right between my legs.

Did you use those to beat up

on this little native man?

Big balls, okay.

We'll play a little game,

the hand-slap game.

One man leaves the circle.

I miss, you get a shot.

You miss, I get a shot.

All right, I'll play your game...

if you play my game.

I'll play your game afterwards,

if I'm still standing.

Because you're a tough guy...

and you got big balls.

All right.

Don't hurt him, Forrest!

Here we go, Mr. Big Balls.

- I'm ready.

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