Southern Comfort Page #5
but most of what I turn over is from
selling dope to high school kids.
You're goddamn lucky
I don't believe you.
No, it's true.
Some of my best customers
are at Fremont High
and they were ten and all this year.
Coach.
I don't have to listen to this bullshit.
- Hey, Lonnie.
- Huh.
When are we going to kick his boy's
ass all the way back to El Paso?
Soon as we get up
to the rendezvous
then we're going to come back for
these coon asses that got Poole.
Lonnie...
was my fault?
It's done.
Hey!
How can you guys play cards
with Sergeant Poole lying dead
over there?
You got another idea about
what we should be doing?
Just don't seem right.
Poole doesn't care - he's dead.
I don't know what the hell any of us
can do about it
so why not play cards?
Just don't seem right.
- It's up this way.
- Where?
- Over there.
- OK, come on, keep moving.
Hey, Spencer, what about
Company Command?
They should be wondering about us,
don't you think?
No, not yet.
We've been out of contact
for 12 hours.
He's right. They should be looking
for us by now.
No way. It's National Guard,
remember?
We were supposed to meet
Another hour and a half
the trucks will actually show up.
Two o'clock they'll start asking
around if anyone's seen us.
At three they'll start checking
the bars.
By four they'll really get steamed.
By five it'll occur to someone
that maybe we got lost.
At six the captain will consider
calling Battalion.
At seven-thirty he will.
Battalion will tell him it's too late -
till morning.
There's the cabin.
It's him, that son of a b*tch.
Where's the others?
There's more of them.
As far as I can tell he's alone.
- We'll capture him.
- What for? I can get him from here.
Look, Reece,
this is Louisiana National Guard,
not the goddamn vigilantes.
Let's move our asses.
Come on, let's go.
All right, look.
Here's the programme.
We found one of the Cajuns
that shot Poole.
He's up about 250 metres up ahead.
You sure he's one of them?
Of course we're sure.
What the hell do you think?
Why don't you try talking to him
before you start blowing
his head off?
Simms, Reece, Stuckey and I
are the advance unit.
The initial action's
gotta be decisive.
- Surprise is the key.
- Hey, Casper.
- Did you hear what I said?
- I heard you.
We'll talk to him after
we've captured him.
The rest of you guys are
rear element,
you stay 100 metres back
and keep down.
We'll marry up after the objective's
sealed off. Let's go.
Wait. I'll volunteer for
the advance party.
Forget it. Just do what the hell
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