Southern Comfort Page #2
Looks like somebody built
We are supposed to be
at this coordinate.
Either this map is wrong
or all of a sudden I can't find my way
around the block.
The channel must have shifted
with the winter rains.
What's supposed to be land
is underwater.
- D'you want me to raise company?
- No, there's no need for that.
It's real simple. Either we can get
across going down this point of land
and it don't look good,
we go all the way back
and start over.
Over here!
Damn!
Somebody shot Rudolph.
belong to?
Us.
They belong to indigenous
personnel.
Don't you be f***ing
around with them.
Think they float?
Hell yes. They're pirogues. Cajuns
back there use them all the time.
Well, they ain't using them now.
What say we take 'em down
the bayou?
Yeah, I can deal with that,
the way my back feels.
We might make Catahoula tonight.
Put them women under martial law.
Spencer's running some ladies.
He's got some skirts waiting for us.
It's all set. Noleen and
her bayou queens.
Just a little something for morale.
Really?
Let me add, sergeant, that these
women are expecting some...
small unit military penetration.
the canoes. They're not ours.
That's right, they're not ours.
Let's get in 'em and take off.
Hold on, fungo.
Nobody gave you an order.
How else are we gonna get there?
Maybe you got a point there, Reece.
Hell yes, let's move.
Wait a minute, Reece.
How are the rightful owners
when there's no other access
to the far shore?
Hell, we only need three of them.
They can use the other ones
to get 'em back.
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'?
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