Southern Comfort Page #7

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Ah...

Hier quelqu'un...

Sh*t! I can't remember

how to say "shoot".

How about "bang bang"?

Hier, quelqu'un...

Bang une ami.

Mon pas fait rien. Mon dis toil

I think he's saying

he didn't do anything.

Hell, I don't know. It doesn't sound

like any French I ever studied.

What the hell is this? I saw him.

I was there too and

I couldn't swear to nothing.

Can't even remember

if the man had one arm.

He was more than 100 yards away,

remember.

We're gonna take this prisoner

back with us

to Staff Command for interrogation.

Then he can stand trial.

Right now I want everybody over to

the rain barrel, fill your canteens.

I want to put some miles

between us and here.

Lonnie!

Bowden, you dummy.

There's dynamite in there.

- Christ!

- Hit it!

- Get down!

- Take cover!

That'll teach them to f*** with us.

Yeah, right. Can't argue with that.

What are you doing, Bowden?

Went and blew the sh*t

out of everything.

Well, I do what I do.

What d'you paint the cross

on your chest for?

It's part of the joke.

What joke?

It's a corporal joke, private.

Oh, what the hell, Bowden.

You dumb son of a b*tch. You blown

up all the supplies we've captured.

All the guns, the ammo

and the food.

Casper, there comes a time

you have to abandon principles

and do what's right.

Maybe we'd better find

the interstate.

Let's get going, Casper.

I think your little raid's

about finished.

Yeah, right. All right, men.

Let's move out.

Get on!

That dumb sh*t Bowden.

Demolitioned that damn shack,

we lost everything we captured.

Yeah, could have worked as a signal

for this bastard's relatives

to gather round.

You don't think we've got to worry

about these coon asses, do you?

Hell yeah.

But I know who's got to worry

about a lot more than me and you.

You don't have to tell me.

They think you boys are bad luck.

They might be right.

I been hanging round n*ggers my

whole life, I haven't got a break yet.

Listen, fellas.

I'm sorry about that incident

back there.

Guess I was a little...

over emotional.

Yeah, you could say that.

You could also say you were

totally out of control.

I'm sorry, but I admired

Sergeant Poole a great deal.

I liked him a lot.

I hope that that'll excuse my...

excessive behaviour.

Sure.

Say, coach?

At the risk of a punch in the mouth...

Don't worry about that, Hardin.

Why d'you paint the cross

on your chest?

You know the avenging angel

and all that?

I thought at least you might

get it, Spencer.

Sorry to disappoint you, coach.

If you'll excuse me, I think I should

apologise to the rest of the men.

I got news for you.

He's nuts.

I mean really f***in' nuts.

This is not exactly news

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