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You said the Nips weren't our job.

You made him die!

Shut up!

Ask him.

Ask him why he changed his mind.

Yeah, Fletch.

Why did you change your mind?

I called the turn as best I could.

Like the canal?

You don't belong in this war.

You oughtta be making pins

for hand grenades!

Maybe.

Maybe you're right.

But right now

we're looking for Bouchard.

We don't even know

where we are, Fletch.

We'd better find out before night.

Scott said Bouchard's plantation

was on the other side of that main ridge.

It's crazy.

If there is a plantation,

if he's there, if he's alive. If! If!

If Bouchard's alive, he'd have had food

and ammunition when the Japs came in.

He'd have had to hide it.

He couldn't have taken it very far.

Let's find that ridge.

- Better let me handle-

- Never mind!

I'm not that old.

All around us.

Wait, wait.

It's our only chance.

Walkie-talkie.

Fletcher. The scorpion...

The grenade hole.

Finish it.

I just couldn't stand it-even on Burke.

I thought it was gonna sting.

Finish the hole.

Fletch...

What are we doing here?

Why don't we get going?

Because soon we'd be dead.

They'll stay there a while,

try again later.

Sure. On roller skates.

What did all those years in the Marines

do to you-burn your nerves out?

Finished.

Maybe we gave them the slip.

Maybe they won't come.

They'll come.

Reynolds.

Just because you were afraid

back there in the jungle...

...because you were crazy afraid...

...no reason to call yourself a coward.

Sure. Now you can become

a member of the clay pigeon club.

Not clay pigeons, Sonny.

Decoy.

Maybe we'll find Bouchard yet.

If we can get us three dead bodies.

Not our own.

All the times I've been scared,

I figured I was lucky.

No wife, no kids.

Just me.

The best way.

No. Not really.

You don't make sense.

Give yourself time.

You'll figure it out.

You gave yourself

a lifetime in the Marines.

What else did you figure out?

That a guy's

not supposed to be lonely.

Just that.

Thanks. I'll remember.

All I can think about

is getting killed.

Let 'em come!

I think they heard you.

There's your first one.

Listen.

They won't come back for a while.

Pretty soon a greased nip with a knife

is gonna come sliding in here.

And I'm not waiting for him.

Burke.

We need two dead bodies.

This is where I was born.

Thanks, Fletcher.

Thanks a lot.

I'll kill him!

Your winged arm!

He's out there, isn't he?

I don't want you to lose

your old-age pension.

It's Burke.

Where's Reynolds?

We got number three.

Get it over with fast.

Take care of them like I told you.

They'll be back.

I never wanna have to do

anything like that again.

Let 'em come.

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