HUGH: How many we got? Clear it, clear it!
(SIRENS BLARING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
I want every one of you guys over there now!
Now! Yeah, you, too!
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
PILOT: Welcome to Valdez, Alaska, sir.
Rig 59 in sight.
Looks pretty hot down there. Heads up.
Oh, thank God!
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey, Hugh, what's cookin'?
God damn it, Forrest, this is a disaster here!
She's totally out of control! I got four guys down.
And all because your goddamn pal Jennings' lousy...
Your goddamn pal Jennings' lousy what, Hugh?
Come on, the crane's all loaded with explosives for you.
MAN 1: Hey, Forrest is here!
MAN 2: That fire's as good as out!
I'm telling you, Forrest,
it's those goddamn preventers caused this.
I told Jennings they weren't up to spec,
but the son of a bitch made me use 'em anyway!
Oh, come on now, Hugh.
How'd he make you do anything?
Hugh's been getting sloppy lately, hasn't he?
He certainly has, Mr. Jennings. He certainly has.
You don't believe me, do you?
You think I'm making this up.
Just can't figure out, why somebody would do that to his own rig?
It doesn't make sense.
He's really paying you that much money, Forrest?
Now you believe him over your friends?
MAN 3: Hey, that's Forrest.
Why don't you fall back, Hugh, before you say something stupid?
You used to be a good man, Forrest.
Now you're nothin' but a whore!
For $350,000, I'd fuck anything once!
(ALARM BLARES)
All right, boys, where's my shield?
It's hot enough for you in there?
Brand-new preventers. Don't make sense!
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
The chain, it's caught.
MAN: Chain's caught!
Hey, Bob, give him slack. The chain's stuck!
Down, now!
You, look at me!
Down!
Bring it down!
(HIGH-PITCHED HISSING)
What the fuck?
Shit!
(HISSING CONTINUES)
Get back!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(CLICK)
MAN: He did it!
(MEN CHEERING)
(MEN APPLAUDING)
(MEN WHOOPING)
Very impressive, Forrest, as always.
I'll expect your full report on my desk by morning.
Oh, you'll have it. You'll have it! I'll 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, or something like that.
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.
JENNINGS: 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 to me.
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 kinda asked him the same thing.
It doesn't really matter now, does it?
I sort of blew up all the evidence, didn't I?
I guess you did. (CHUCKLES)
(HONKY TONK MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
BIG MIKE: I got Tonto with his fish breath bustin' my balls.
Don't touch me.
You want some money?
Take this, you animal.
WOMAN 1: Ooh! WOMAN 2: Shit!
MAN 1: Back off, Tonto.
Hey, hey, don't bust my balls. I'm warnin' ya.
(STAMMERING) Buy you a drink?
Listen to me, you yellow snow-eating, welfare collectin',
red-skinned piece of shit...
I... (SHOUTS) Get the fuck outta here!
(GLASS SHATTERING) WOMAN 3: Hey!
MAN 2: You got a problem, chief? You want a smoke, too?
Dances with whiskey. (BULLIES LAUGHING)
Hey, I warned him, huh?
Hey, cupcake, what the fuck you think you're lookin' at?
(GASPS)
Oh, shit.
Nothin' much at all.
MAN 4: Holy fuck!
MAN 5: Fuck him up, Forrest!
MAN 6: You're lucky, fuckhead.
(MAN WHOOPING)
Pussy.
WOMAN 3: Thank you for the scars, asshole.
Abby, I need a GT.
You're right about that. Fuckin' pansy.
I haven't seen you around here before.
(RANDOM CHATTERING)
Sit down, Hugh.
Don't sneak up on me. I might shoot you in the eye.
Okay, okay. Just don't hit me, that's all.
How you doin', bubba?
Look, I might've been out of line before.
I think you were wrong about something.
No. I know you're no whore.
No, you're right about that,
you were just wrong when you thought I was a good man once.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Jesus, you sound as bad as me.
What's eatin' at you?
I'm just under a lot of pressure, Forrest.
Three of my men are dead,
including your pal Lorenzo.
You don't know what's goin' on.
BIG MIKE: Fuckin' hero.
(LAUGHING)
Don't you even give half a shit?
You still don't believe me that those preventers are bad?
I believe you. I saw 'em.
They had stress cracks all over 'em.
If those were new, something's funny.
Goddamn right, something's funny.
That's what I keep tellin' ya.
And if you still can't figure out
why Jennings made me use 'em 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 day pack and some weapons up at your place.
I'm going to pick 'em up and go up into the hills.
Well, they're in the closet. All ya gotta do is get 'em.
Upstairs closet? Yeah.
MAN: Hey, Mike. Check it out. Cupcake's date.
Aw!
He's bailing on him.
Aw, come on, cupcake.
Don't cry. What happened? (MEN LAUGHING)
Did your boyfriend leave ya?
Oh, ho, ho, ho!
You know, Pocahontas is still available. Yeah! (LAUGHS)
Cupcake's dream date.
Yo, Geronimo!
Cochise.
Woo-woo-woo-woo!
This way.
You still want that brew, huh?
Come on, I got a beer for you. No hard feelings, huh?
Come on. Buck up for the suds, pal.
Here you go.
No...
All right, all right. Here.
(LAUGHING AND JEERING)
MAN 1: Chief, you gonna take that?
Mutt, get out. You piece of shit!
Tonto!
Come on!
MAN 2: Leave him alone, you dickhead!
BIG MIKE: Now who we gonna play with now?
WOMAN 2: Somebody's gotta kick his butt.
(STUTTERS) Forrest. Don't break anything, understand?
You wanna play with me?
Oh, you want a piece of this?
I ain't afraid. I'll fuckin' kill him.
Let's get out of here. Come on.
(GROANS)
Oh, shit!
(GRUNTS)
Look out, Forrest!
(GROANS)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
(YELLING)
(ALL EXCLAIM)
I'll cut you! Huh! Huh!
(CRUNCHING)
(GRUNTS)
(WOMEN GASPING)
Well, let's see, that's natives, eight,
and oil workers, zero.
(LAUGHING)
Anybody else want to play with cupcake?
Take him on!
(GRUNTING)
My nuts!
ALL: Ooh!
Hey, buddy, don't be fucking with the oil workers, huh?
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
(SCREAMS)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
My balls!
(YELLING)
Okay. You're a man, right?
MAN: This guy doesn't have a fucking clue.
Are you a man?
WOMAN 4: Oh, Jesus!
Am I a man?
Yeah. I'm a man.
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,
we'll play 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,
you play my game.
I'll play your game afterwards if I'm still standing.
'Cause, I might not be,
because you're a tough guy, you're a man,
and you got big balls.
(MEN LAUGHING) All right. All right.
MAN 7: Don't hurt him, Forrest!
Here we go, Mr. Big balls.
I'm ready. Okay.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Gotta be quick. You gotta be quick.
You know what, why don't you take your best shot, pal?
(GRUNTS) (ALL GASPING)
Ouch!
Get up!
He's hot!
This is the man's man, and I'm the cupcake.
One man leaves. Here we go.
We're men, right?
You're a man, right?
Here we go, man.
Put your hands up.
Put your hands up!
(GRUNTS)
MAN 8: Come on, lard ass.
MAN 9: Come on, big balls!
(CROWD JEERING)
Shit.
Ooh.
(YELLS)
ALL: Yeah!
(VOMITING)
Yuck, come on!
(GRUNTS AND RETCHES)
Ooh, that's disgusting. What is that, halibut?
MAN 10: Look out for the suds, pal!
FORREST: I think maybe he ate that at Maggie's in Valdez.
You're a man, remember?
Big balls between your legs.
Okay. Here we go.
All right. Come on.
(SIGHS)
MAN 9: Come on, the man with the balls!
(GRUNTING)
(CROWD GASPING)
Did you see that?
(LAUGHTER IN THE CROWD)
What does it take?
What does it take to change the essence of a man?
(LABORED BREATHING)
I... I need time to change.
(SOBBING)
I need time.
I do, too.
Where do you live? I'll give you a ride home.
Thank you, my brother.
You're about to go on a sacred journey.
This journey will be good for all people.
But you must be careful.
Right.
Give me the bottom line.
ABC and CBS are leading with it at 7:00.
Local environmentalists are calling for investigations by the EPA, OSHA,
and the Department of Environmental Concerns.
For God's sake, why all the heat?
It's a small oil spill. Accidents happen.
And that's why we arranged for this commercial
and bought time on all the in-state nets.
WOMAN: We can run it in the back.
MAN: Put it on another circuit and bring it up to half.
That's okay. Okay.
Yeah. Okay.
Go get 'em. Thank you.
You ready? Yeah.
Okay. We start with an out-of-focus world.
We pull back to one twig,
one branch,
and then the whole pristine forest.
Listen.
You have any great ideas,
just keep 'em to your fucking self, okay?
And leave this shit to me.
Now, where do I stand?
Right over there.
ASSISTANT: All right, guys, we're ready to go. (BUZZER RINGS)
DIRECTOR: Speed.
Marker.
DIRECTOR: Action!
Lift the cards up. I can't see them down there.
Every year,
hundreds of thousands of porcupine caribou
make their way down from the Ogilvie Mountains
to the coastal plains of Alaska.
They come to feed off the tundra grasses
and to have their children.
Children like these little guys...
(GRUNTS) Right here.
JENNINGS: You see, we at Aegis Oil
believe in protecting our natural treasures.
(AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)
We believe in keeping them safe
for future generations to enjoy.
After all, the earth is our home, too.
Who cares?
We do, at Aegis Oil.
DIRECTOR: Cut!
Fuck, these animals stink! Bring me a washcloth!
(BUZZER BUZZES)
Take that!
FEMALE REPORTER: Uh, Mr. Jennings, has that man's family...
So tell me more about the fire.
What exactly did we lose?
What did we lose? We lost the rig.
File a claim with Lloyd's of London. It's already done.
Oh, yeah, by the way, there were three fatalities.
We'll know about two others by the end of the day.
All roughnecks? Yes, sir.
Offer the standard settlement.
Bruce, would you get the fuck out of here, please.
If you don't mind my saying so, sir,
I glanced at the standard settlement recently,
and it seemed to me that the long-term benefits for the surviving spouses
was unnecessarily generous.
Now you know why I love this woman.
Amend the settlement as you see fit.
What's the position on Aegis-1?
Liles!
Mr. Jennings, surely you understand
that on any substantial construction project,
particularly one of this size, there are inevitable delays.
How long do they say now?
21 days.
God damn it, we have 13 days!
13!
Sir, we already have two crews working full-time.
Then put on a third crew!
Why is this so hard for you to understand?
Get out of here!
But, sir-- (SHOUTS) I don't give a shit.
Now, let me explain... Sir, you look 10 years younger.
(YELLS) Get out!
Aegis-1 is going to be the biggest rig and refinery
on the face of this planet.
And if it is not on-line and operational in 13 days,
then the oil rights will revert back to the goddamn Eskimos...
And that is not going to happen.
There's something else.
A friend of mine at the EPA,
says he hears they have an unnamed source
making noises about substandard equipment at Aegis-1.
There was discussion of faulty preventers specifically.
Hugh Palmer.
Now, wouldn't that be lovely?
And we lose oil rights
worth billions of dollars a week.
I don't need that kind of problem right now.
You're the people I hired
to help me get rid of these kind of problems.
Life goes on.
MAN: Sure does.
(BEEPING)
FORREST: Holy shit.
(BEEPING)
(INTERCOM BUZZES)
WOMAN: Sir, security alert in progress.
MACGRUDER: I'll take it on the box.
GUARD: Nothing major, but you red-flagged Forrest Taft
for security access? MACGRUDER: Yes, of course.
GUARD: Well, he's into an Aegis-1 requisitions file.
MACGRUDER: So he's used his security code to gain access to the main computer?
GUARD: That is correct, sir.
MACGRUDER: Well done. (HANGS UP)
It would seem your friend Forrest Taft
has gained access to a restricted Aegis-1 file,
a requisition file,
one that would include the purchase of all preventers.
That is a problem.
If I might, I'd like to be the first to volunteer
to take care of that problem as well.
I suggest you take care of the Hugh Palmer problem first, Mr. MacGruder.
He's the immediate threat.
He certainly is.
And change the access code.
(BEEPING)
Hugh.
MACGRUDER: Hello? Anybody home?
Oh, shit. Hugh?
Hugh Palmer.
Oh, there you are.
Good morning. How are you?
Otto and I, we've just come by to offer you a ride
to Mr. Jennings' press conference.
It starts in a couple of hours,
and he would very much like you to be there
just to clear up a few things.
What kind of things?
Well, um...
Actually, why don't we sit down?
Yeah, please. It's your home. (CHUCKLES)
For starters, Hugh, that spill in the cove the other day
was actually nobody's fault but your own,
and all this business about substandard equipment
truly has nothing to do with anything, does it?
You tell Jennings I've rolled over for you bastards for long enough.
Uh-huh.
If he uses those same preventers when Aegis-1 goes on-line,
there's gonna be a goddamn disaster,
and I don't want any part of it.
It's just one guy talking here,
but I gotta tell you, that's a very poor attitude on your part.
Huh?
Here's what we're gonna do.
Why don't we skip the press conference altogether, Hugh?
Good!
Because if this is what you truly believe,
I just don't see how your being there
is going to help Mr. Jennings in any way.
No. No.
I am, however, going to have to ask you
for your pipe tally books, Hugh.
I'm relatively certain you know which ones I'm talking about.
They were the books you promised to supply the EPA with.
Listen... (GROANS) No, you listen.
Stupid shit. Tie him up.
(GROANING)
(CHOKING)
(HUGH GRUNTING)
Hey, Hugh?
HUGH: Get off of me, you...
MACGRUDER: Still with me?
HUGH: I've got nothin' here!
You consider yourself a modern guy, Hugh?
HUGH: Fuck you, you bastards!
Sometimes modern guys are a little too modern for their own fuckin' good.
(BEEPING)
MACGRUDER: Shit.
Which, I think, is gonna be the case here.
'Cause most modern guys put a logbook under their computer.
Only thing is,
your computer's been downloaded, Hugh.
I'm afraid that's a problem.
HUGH: That's your problem.
MACGRUDER: Oh, yeah.
Why don't we cut through all this rat shit, huh, Hugh?
At our present count, you only have 10 fingers.
I honestly don't want to have to ask you 10 times.
Where are your books?
I want the disks, and I want those books.
I'm telling you, I don't have them!
Have you listened to yourself lately?
Have you?
MACGRUDER: Everything with you is I, I, I.
There is no "I" In team.
It's t-e-a-m. Team!
Otto. HUGH: No!
No.
(SHOUTS) No, no!
(SCREAMING)
Better quit while you're ahead.
You know what I'm saying?
While you can still play marbles.
Where are the disks?
Where are the books?
Fuck you!
Fuck me? No, fuck you!
(SCREAMING)
Hugh.
Go to hell.
Okay.
Okay, I'll go to hell.
MACGRUDER: All right.
But, Hugh, you want to talk about faulty equipment?
Let's see how faulty this little pipe cutter is.
Now. There you go.
This is about the end of the line for you, old man.
HUGH: Oh, no, God, no!
Otto, Otto, what are you doing?
(SCREAMING)
(HUGH SCREAMING)
LILES: Aegis Oil has now determined
what little spillage there was in this week's accident
was contained so effectively by our environmental impact crews
that only minimal disruption of the area's ecosystem will result.
MAN: What do you mean by minimal?
According to our analyst,
the presence of petroleum byproducts
and other toxins in Inulat Cove
will be back down to acceptable levels,
according to EPA guidelines, within three months. (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
So, by the time your next fishing season starts,
the cove will be back to normal.
(CLAMORING)
JENNINGS: Thank you. Thank you.
There will be a written statement. Thank you.
Hey, wait a minute. Things are never gonna be the same.
Aegis Oil always wants to talk about acceptable levels of this
and acceptable levels of that,
but the people here want to talk about the poisons in their environment
that weren't here before Aegis Oil came to town.
We want to talk about increased rates of skin cancer,
women who fail to ovulate,
and when they do, they give birth to abnormal babies.
That's what the tribal council wants to talk about.
Is this the same tribal council who sold its oil and mineral rights
to my company 20 years ago?
Thank you very much.
The same tribal council, sir,
that will get those rights back,
12 days from today,
when you don't make the start-up deadline
for Aegis-1.
We'll make the deadline.
We'll see about that, Mr. Jennings.
Is that a threat, Mr. Ittok?
Blood of all people is upon you, Mr. Jennings.
What is it, Liles? It's oil.
Oh, thank God! You deserved it!
This is a new fucking suit!
(CLAMORING)
Did you see that insane woman?
Ruined a perfectly good suit.
I'm just appalled at these people.
They're animals.
They're not too crazy about you, either, believe me.
The hell with the goddamn Eskimos.
I make my deadline,
and I'll be in the driver's seat.
You know, I, uh, did a little snooping around the other day
and went over to Aegis-1 and I checked out the latest requisition file.
I think I understand now why you're using the substandard preventers.
If you wait for the next shipment,
you'll never make the deadline.
I... I got to say I'm a little ashamed of you.
I'd just like to ask you something.
How much is enough?
How much money is enough?
I've got to get out of these clothes.
I'll talk to you later, okay, Forrest?
Stick around.
JENNINGS: God damn it, there's been another accident.
The substation on the north slope.
I know we've had our disagreements,
but can you do this one last thing for me?
Thought we were going to have a little talk.
After this.
Can you help us out with this, Forrest?
You're the only one with the expertise.
(ALARMS BLARING)
(HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING)
All right, I'm gonna go check it out, see what I need.
If you smell anything, get out of here.
Don't worry.
We know what we're doing.
(BREATHING THROUGH RESPIRATOR)
Your turn, Mr. MacGruder.
(DOGS BARKING)
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
MAN: Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(MAN SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
(DOGS BARKING)
(BIRD SCREECHING)
(URGING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
MAN 1: What kind of crap you gonna feed us now, Jennings?
MAN 2: Why don't you answer some questions, you weasel?
Ladies and gentlemen, please.
We now have evidence that both the Inulat Cove spill
and the explosion yesterday at substation 101
was the result of sabotage.
We have tentatively identified at least two of the conspirators
as former Aegis employees,
who appear to have died in the latest explosion...
Forrest Taft and Hugh Palmer. REPORTER: How do you know?
I hope that this brings to an end
these wanton acts of destruction...
MAN 3: You don't have to live here!
...as well as the crass attempts by Mr. Ittok's tribal council
to use them as a public relations tool...
WOMAN: You're lying.
..to derail the timely completion of the Aegis-1 refinery.
But, you're talking about internal sabotage by people in your own company.
Is this how you run Aegis Oil?
Use your sense, man.
Thank you. No more questions.
(SHOUTING AND BOOING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
Ew!
(CAWING)
This is my father.
Tell him my name is Forrest.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
And he's Silook.
Thank you for rescuing me.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
He says it was nothing.
He thought you were a bear.
He still thinks you might be a bear. He hasn't decided yet.
No.
You tell him...
I'm a mouse.
Hiding from the hawks in the house of a raven.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
He says that's just what a bear would say.
(SCREAMING IN PAIN)
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
He says you sound like a bear, too.
MACGRUDER: There's no sign of him yet, sir.
And I can assure you, we've been over every inch of ground up here.
Quite frankly, I don't see how there's any way,
he could have survived that explosion.
JENNINGS: (OVER PHONE) If your goddamned clean-up goons
haven't found his fucking body,
then the son of a bitch is alive.
Find him, goddamn it!
Do not fail.
Yes, sir, we won't.
God damn, that was pleasant.
Otto, Mr. Jennings said to say hello to you,
and he'd like us to keep looking.
Are you packed? LILES: Excuse me.
You and I, we're going to Aegis-1.
Make sure we go on-line on time.
Yes, sir.
(GROWLS)
It's okay, boys. Relax.
We're just going for a little ride.
(BARKING)
(YELLS)
Hey!
Get these dogs off of me!
Fucking dogs, get off of me!
Whoa!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Listen to me,
I didn't tell you the whole story, but I'm in trouble,
people are after me.
If they come here, you guys are in a lot of danger.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
He says if you're healthy enough to steal,
you're healthy enough to make your journey.
(URGING DOGS)
(DOGS BARKING)
(SILOOK SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
WOMAN: (TRANSLATING) There was a time there were no people on the earth...
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
Until the fifth day, a man burst forth
from the sacred place, full-grown.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
WOMAN: Looking up, he sees a raven.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
WOMAN: Raven stared intently at man and said, "wait here."
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
WOMAN: When raven returned,
he had made the birds, fish, and animals.
But raven was worried
that man would destroy everything he had made to inhabit the earth,
so he formed bear to be feared by man
and to protect the land.
Now the outsiders have come,
and not afraid of the bear.
They do not respect the land.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
We must find a way to teach them respect.
That's why I did not let you leave.
Why me?
You fought Nanook the bear.
You survived the cold of Imah the river.
Hear the Gods sing.
I listen to what they say.
In you, I've seen a great spirit.
Are you willing to discover the nature of that spirit?
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
You have died twice.
Now sleep and be reborn.
You will fight your most difficult battle.
Then you will find your way back.
(PANTING)
(CHANTING)
(CHANTING STOPS)
(RATTLING)
(RATTLING CONTINUES)
(FORREST SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(WOMAN SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
(BUBBLING)
(RATTLING)
MACGRUDER: Uh, we're approaching the village now, sir.
We'll be setting down momentarily.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
You the chief?
MACGRUDER: You the chief, huh?
How about you? You the chief?
Have you seen this man?
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
Spread out.
Sir...
God damn it!
Is there any other sign of him?
No, sir.
All right, old man, where the fuck is he?
WOMAN: Don't touch my father!
You give that to me! This is mine! This is mine! This is...
(GASPS)
(GROANING)
Oh, no! Oh, no!
(WHIMPERING)
You...
Son of a bitch!
I will watch you die.
I don't even know who this asshole is!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
You saw that. He attacked me!
(CRYING)
(SOBBING)
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
(DOGS BARKING)
(URGING DOGS)
Whoa.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
(WOMAN SNIFFLING)
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
He says you're the spirit warrior.
(SOBBING)
The gods have already decided your fate.
Eagle and the bear are your spirit guides.
This special amulet will help guide you
in and out of the spirit world.
Tell him...
Thank you.
Good-bye.
(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)
(CHUCKLES)
(SOBBING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(SQUAWKING)
You didn't find Taft,
but you managed to kill an unarmed Eskimo.
Well, I'm not an officer of the court, am I?
In front of a dozen witnesses?
Mr. Jennings, the tribe completely misinterpreted our presence there.
They panicked, attacked, and forced us to defend ourselves.
You stay here and start planning additional security for Aegis-1.
We're running out of time.
(BARKING)
MEN: Hey, hey, hey...
What, you guys have had this all along?
For emergencies.
OTTO: Turn around. I think I see something down there.
FORREST: Looks like they trashed this place pretty good.
Jesus!
They've been here, too?
There's a pair of pants over there.
Those boots, they should fit you.
Still got my .45.
Good old Hugh.
Looks like they must have gone on foot from here.
He's still one step ahead of us.
JENNINGS: (OVER RADIO) Uh, roger that.
Come on, let's go back. Let's try Hugh's cabin.
Hey, Masu, put that pack down.
Come in here. Look in here.
Get me all the shotgun shells you can, 12-gauge.
We'll load up the truck.
FORREST: Oh, looks like my friends are here to play.
Okay, get in there. Get in there.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Fucking son of a...
(SCREAMS)
Shit!
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS) (GRUNTS)
Ah!
Who the hell is this guy? Just who the fuck is he?
Who is he? You want to know who he is?
Sir. Try this.
Delve down into the deepest bowels of your soul.
Try to imagine the ultimate fucking nightmare
and that won't come close to this son of a bitch
when he gets pissed.
Well, sir, uh, I think we got that one covered
'cause he seems to be pretty pissed. LILES: Very pissed.
Then I suggest you try and stop him.
MACGRUDER: What about independent contractors?
I know of a group based out of New Orleans.
Independent contractors?
You mean mercenaries?
Spartech used mercenaries in the Philippines, sir.
RDL used them in Angola.
Those are third world countries you're talking about.
Alaska's a third world country.
It's just one we happen to own.
Just stay put.
Mr. Jennings, I'm Stone.
Were you able to get the files I requested?
Yeah. Here.
This guy's already committed two acts of sabotage.
Mr. MacGruder will be going along with you as liaison.
You'll be reporting to him,
he'll be reporting to me.
Understood?
Understood.
Now if there's no new information,
we'll get on with the search.
We've got quite a sophisticated little listening post set up inside.
We'll find your man.
But that brings us to another question.
How do you want him delivered?
I see.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(HORSE SNORTS)
Hey, brother.
FORREST: Whatever's on this disk is what Hugh died for.
(CONSOLE BEEPING)
This are the pressure readings from Aegis-1.
The whole goddamn platform is a time bomb, you know.
As soon as that thing gets online, it's gonna blow.
It just won't take the pressure.
(KEYS CLACKING)
What doesn't make sense to me is these other wells.
You see these high levels of benzene and toluene?
They're like, five, ten times what they're supposed to be, Johnny.
Deep well injection?
That's what I think.
What?
What they'll do is they'll play a well out for everything it's got,
then they'll take all the deadly toxins that they have
from everywhere else,
they'll reverse the pumps, blow it back in there,
top it off with crude,
or they'll broker the space to another company.
Clever, hmm?
This is just one of the many little activities
that Jennings uses to finance Aegis-1
and the rest of his dog shit empire.
It's like I always say,
"We got to blow it, and we got to blow it now."
MASU: Blowing up Aegis-1 is not the answer, Forrest.
There are enough dead bodies.
Let's leave it to the authorities.
I know the press. Let's contact the press.
Haven't you learned anything from my father?
What do you want me to learn, Masu, huh?
I mean, do you really think
that this hocus-pocus spirit stuff is going to help us now?
What, you think some angel is gonna miraculously come down out of the sky
and stop, say, 350 billion tons of oil
from being spilled into our oceans every year?
Maybe some ghost will stop all the cars from using gasoline.
Maybe, maybe somehow some spirit will trip the big switch
and all the technology that's been repressed for the last 70 years
will suddenly be ours and it'll be a better place to live,
a beautiful place.
Maybe I should send my spirit guide over to Aegis-1
to stop it from going online,
so that Jennings can't fuck you and your people
out of your land and way of life forever.
See, I love the spirit world, and I loved your father,
but it doesn't matter right now.
What really matters is the cold, hard reality of this world.
And that's what we got to deal with.
I didn't want to resort to violence.
I don't have a choice.
And I'm not taking any chances this time, 'cause I can't.
(SCOFFS)
Okay, I'll be going up into the mountains over the back ridge.
I don't think anybody will be able to follow us up there by horseback.
Give me this F8 shotgun with all the magazines and ammo you got.
Give me one M14, a couple of .45s, and the SSG.
And I think that'll do it.
You ride good?
Of course, I'm a Native American. Oh, yeah.
(HORSE SNORTING)
(BEEPING)
STONE: Are you aware that you don't have
one shred of information on this renegade
prior to his coming to work for Aegis Oil?
Yes, we are aware.
So what? So what was he doing?
What's his military record?
Where in the hell did he receive his EOD training at, Mac?
We couldn't access that information in time,
and now we don't feel it's germane to his capture.
What you got on the screen?
SPINKS: Nothing yet, sir.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Our man in DC finds nothing on this guy before 1987,
which means either he was born fully grown
or his background is so top secret
it doesn't even flag "top secret"
when you run his jacket.
That's beautiful.
(SIGHS)
Why? What's the matter?
What's that supposed to mean?
If I have to guess I'd say it means he's company.
Company? Mmm.
Oh, now Forrest Taft has been in the CIA? I don't think so.
CIA. NSA, maybe.
DOD. Or what?
Whatever he is, he's a damn problem.
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
Oh, my God!
FORREST: Yeah, I stocked this place up a couple of years ago...
Just in case.
In case of what?
In case you declare war on some small country?
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
What are you doing? (CONSOLE BEEPING)
This is a comm unit.
I know they're coming to look for me,
and if I keep a signal, they'll be able to find me. (COMM BEEPING)
And that's just what I want.
(BEEPING)
Bingo! I got something.
6-2 degrees, nine minutes by 1-4-8 degrees even.
I know that country.
Chopper's not gonna do us much good.
We need to get in there on horseback.
Get on the radio, Spinks. Get us some horses up there.
SPINKS: Yes, sir.
STONE: Then take the chopper back up and spot him.
We'll flush him out.
If this rig isn't online...
MAN: Mr. Jennings! Mr. Jennings!
MacGruder on 2.
I'm listening.
MACGRUDER: Uh, Mr. Jennings, sir, uh, we've found something.
We're now in the area just north of Taft's cabin.
C-4.
Get this up to the horses as fast as you can.
Stay down, stay out of sight.
(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)
(BEEPING)
(SCREAMS)
Okay, let's get out of here.
(URGING HORSE)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
MACGRUDER: (URGING) Come on.
(CREAKING)
(URGING)
(WHINNYING)
STONE: There he is.
We've got him now. Let's go.
Come on, bitch. (URGING) Come on. Stay together!
Hold it up. Hold!
(CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Look at there.
MERCENARY 1: Looks like he kept to the trail after he set it.
You had me spooked on the chopper for a second.
I thought this guy was gonna be good.
A cub scout could've found that.
You better watch it, sweetheart.
Talk like that will get you killed.
Fuck you.
(URGING HORSE)
Hold it up! Wait a minute!
(EXPLOSION)
Forrest, you son of a bitch! (GUNFIRE)
STONE: Cease fire!
MACGRUDER: What the hell are you doing?
STONE: Hold your fire! Stay where you are!
Hold your fire!
Cease fire!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
That son of a bitch! STONE: Cease fire, damn it, Mac!
There's nothing out there!
What in the hell are you shooting at?
Put it away! I've put it away...
Let's go!
Come on!
(URGING HORSE)
MAN: Giddyup!
Ooh!
(EXHALES)
STONE: Let's get him! Come on!
Go! Go! Go!
Come on!
(HORSE WHINNYING)
(MEN CLAMORING) (HORSE WHINNYING)
MACGRUDER: That son of a bitch!
Come on.
MAN: This guy's good.
At least we know where in the hell he's going to now.
Don't we, Mac? Damn right.
Aegis-1.
FORREST: The only way we can get to the rig is through the refinery.
MASU: It doesn't look like anyone is expecting us.
(CHUCKLES)
Nothing could be further from the truth.
FORREST: All right, stay out of sight.
I'm going to go blow the generator.
(AIR FIZZING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I got something!
(SILENCED GUNSHOT) Ahh!
(WHIRRING)
How much time, Mr. Harold?
Uh, should be online in three, three and a half hours.
Excuse me, sir. This is John Stokes.
He's the special agent in charge of the FBI antiterrorist unit.
We now believe that this maniac Taft is on his way here,
and poses a genuine terrorist threat.
We're in position.
Thank you, Mr. Stokes.
(CHATTERING AT A DISTANCE)
I'll be back. Got to take a piss.
(MUFFLED STRUGGLING)
(CHOKING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(CRUNCHING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Mr. Jennings, I thought you wanted us to kill this motherfucker.
How are we supposed to shoot him with all these cops
standing around here, huh?
I don't think so.
MacGruder, it is essential we have the FBI here
to cover ourselves legally.
And it sure as hell will help with the press.
They'll take the fall for anything that happens.
Look, don't worry about the FBI.
We all know they couldn't find a hooker in a whorehouse anyway.
I mean, seriously, this guy'd have to be fucking out of his mind
to try to getting in this place now.
Then we should count on that, Mr. MacGruder.
Forrest Taft is the patron saint of the impossible.
And if only you'd done your job as you were supposed to,
it wouldn't have come to this!
I pay you people a lot of money,
a hell of a lot of money, to avoid situations like this.
And the one time shit happens,
you pricks let everything go out of control.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
All right, out of here. This place is gonna blow.
(METAL CLANGING)
WORKER 1: Come on, let's go.
(WORKERS CLAMORING)
WORKER 2: Let's get out.
(POWER SHUTTING DOWN)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(ALARM BLARING)
JENNINGS: What's the matter? What's happening?
OPERATOR 1: Emergency generators!
OPERATOR 2: Security cameras are out.
OPERATOR 1: We're losing power.
Computers are all locked. I'm gonna have to reboot.
How long will that take?
Four, five minutes tops.
He's back!
Who are you calling?
I'm just going to reach out and touch somebody.
(BUTTONS BEEPING)
(BELL RINGING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
What the hell was that?
Taft, you son of a bitch!
God damn it!
(CREAKING)
(ALARM BLARING)
It's Tooley. What's up?
Hey, this shit's poison.
We have to get the fuck out of here!
Okay, come with me. (MEN COUGHING)
(COUGHING) Come with me!
(EXPLOSION)
Go, go, go, go, go! Let's go! Let's go!
MacGruder! We got an unstable condition here.
Get your goddamned people out of here!
I'll tell Jennings. All right.
(BREATHILY) Shit. Fuck me!
Oh, thank God.
(CONSOLE BEEPING) JENNINGS: What's the damage?
He took out structures eight, 12, and 21.
That's not enough to shut us down.
He's got to get to the rig to do any real damage.
Between Stone's men and the FBI, he'll never get there.
He'd need a miracle to stop us now.
FORREST: Okay, see over here these three doors.
Here's where we are now.
I need you to place two satchels here and here,
then open this door and this door.
We want to create a wind tunnel
so the wind will carry the fire through.
This man is inside the refinery.
We can't allow him to get to the rig.
What I want you to do is to snipe the guy. Okay?
You can see much better if you're higher. We got to talk.
Disperse.
We got a big problem here.
Intel tells us we're dealing with one guy.
We think we got a fuckin' fire team out there.
My guy in DC tells me
that we are not dealing with a student here.
We're dealing with the professor.
Any time the military has an operation that can't fail,
they call this guy in to train the troops, okay?
He's the kind of guy that'd drink a gallon of gasoline
so he could piss in your campfire.
You could drop this guy off at the arctic circle
wearing a pair of bikini underwear
without his toothbrush,
and tomorrow afternoon
he's gonna show up at your poolside
with a million-dollar smile and a fistful of pesos.
This guy's a professional. You got me?
He reaches this rig, we're all gonna be nothing
but a big goddamned hole right in the middle of Alaska.
So let's find him, and kill him,
and get rid of this son of a bitch.
MAN: Look on the middle deck.
(BLARING CONTINUES)
MAN: Heads up.
MAN 2: Do you see him?
(METAL CLANGING)
MAN 1: No, there! There! There!
(GUNFIRE)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(CONSOLE BEEPING)
We got to get out of here, and I mean now.
The FBI has already pulled out.
Excuse me.
This whole place is going to blow.
If you want to go down with your ship, that's fine,
but I'm not that stupid.
Oh, yes, you are.
Where are you going?
Um, to the bathroom.
Stay here. I'm going to the rig.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Come on.
(WHIMPERING)
Let me out! Let me out!
MACGRUDER: Listen to me!
If you really want Jennings, you're gonna need me.
I got files, I got tapes, I got books...
You better have them in your pocket right now! I got 'em!
Yeah. (GRUNTING)
Aah! Shit...
(SQUELCHING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPS)
Fuck him!
(SCREAMS)
(STRUGGLING)
I want you to protect this entrance
like it was your sister's cherry, Tonto.
Yes, sir.
Put people over here, over here...
JENNINGS: Stone! Stone!
I'm going to the rig I'm gonna put pump three online.
That'll be enough to keep my leases. Right.
Without any help from you pricks!
You're in charge here, Tonto.
Do not let that son of a bitch in here!
What do you think, stock in or out?
What do you think?
I don't think it's gonna make much difference.
No? Well, I do.
'Cause when it's out, I feel like a pussy. You know what I'm saying.
But when it's in, it feels like, I don't know, meaner or something.
When I kill this son of a bitch,
I want to feel good about myself.
I will feel solid.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(CREAKING)
What the hell is this?
It's gasoline.
MERCENARY: Get the fuck out of here!
(EXPLOSION) (ALL SCREAMING)
(CHUCKLES) Jesus Christ, this motherfucker's good.
I told you he was good, didn't I?
Yeah, he's good, and he's coming this way.
(ALARM BLARING)
(DOOR BUZZING)
Take her up to level six.
(ELEVATOR POWERING UP)
(METAL CLANGING)
MERCENARY: Here he comes. (BUZZES)
Open wide, sweetheart.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(SIREN WAILING)
Okay, cover my back.
(BEEPS)
FIRST COMPUTER: Warning! Flooding! Emergency generator off!
(SECOND COMPUTER SPEAKING SPANISH)
COMPUTER: Warning! Emergency generator off!
THIRD COMPUTER: Breach in basin 12.
FIRST COMPUTER: Warning! Emergency generator off!
FOURTH COMPUTER: Warning! Main generator locked down!
Okay, give me that shape charge.
FORREST: All right, I'm going to set some charges here
which will cause the preventer to implode,
and that'll prevent an oil spill.
(GASPS)
Yeah, that's right, go ahead, big boy,
make your move,
and I'm going to shove this goddamned shotgun up your ass
and blow the top of your fuckin' head off.
(SCREAMING)
(WORKERS CLAMORING)
You're a bunch of gutless pricks!
All of you!
WORKER: Get the hell out of here!
(CREAKING)
You come help me with this!
Fuck you!
You yellow bastard!
He's still getting it on-line.
(BEEPING) That stupid asshole.
I can't believe what he's doing.
Lose your gear. We're out of here. Let's go.
We got less than three minutes
before this whole fucking place blows.
(METAL RATTLING)
HENCHMAN: There he is!
Don't shoot! Hold your fire!
You'll blow us all to kingdom come in this room!
Farmer, Hancock, let's go!
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Cut them off!
HENCHMAN 2: There they are!
HENCHMAN 3: Where?
HENCHMAN 2: Over by the tanks!
No firing! Come on!
Move it! Let's go! Let's go!
I'll pull the heat. When they come to me, you go.
There he is. North side! North side!
HENCHMAN 1: North side! Come here.
I got him! I got him right here!
HENCHMAN 2: Damn it! HENCHMAN 1: Where? Where?
Where the fuck is he?
(GRUNTING)
(METAL CLANKING)
HENCHMAN 1: Over there!
(GRUNTS)
Russell, take him!
(GROANS)
Forrest!
Ooh! My long-lost friend, Michael.
(ALARM BUZZING)
Who's this?
This the slope bitch you've been banging?
No, not her.
This the one who got you all concerned
about the dirty snow?
Jesus, Forrest,
you and me, we bought hookers better than this
for five bucks in Bangkok.
You know, I've been thinking about this for a long time.
What does one say to a man with no conscience?
I'd like to tell you about the millions of people
that you've made suffer.
But I'd be a total idiot to think that you'd care.
You're a piece of shit, Michael. Scum of the earth.
I don't know what you did with my rig, Forrest,
but whatever it was, I want you to stop it.
Turn it off.
I'm leaving.
I got a better idea.
You're a macho man with a code of honor.
You won't shoot me in the back.
Ah! Ah!
(GRUNTS)
Go ahead, shoot me! Go on!
Shoot me, you fucking coward!
You haven't got the fucking guts!
I wouldn't dirty my bullets.
You macho asshole!
Go ahead, shoot!
MASU: Kill this one for me, Forrest.
Aah!
This is for my father.
(ELEVATOR BELL BUZZING)
(EXPLOSIONS)
(SHRIEKS) We're not gonna make it.
We're going to die.
Calm down. We're not gonna die.
We stopped the spill, didn't we, huh?
Your father would be proud of us.
Listen to me. I'm gonna make a path.
You stay on my heels and don't look back!
Don't look back!
(METAL CREAKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SCREAMING)
I'd like to start off by saying thank you to all the brothers and sisters
that have come here today representing this cause.
I've been asked by Mr. Ittok and the tribal council
to speak to you and the members of the press
about the injustice that have been brought brought against us
by some government officials and big business.
How many of you out there have heard of alternative engines?
Engines that can run on anything
from alcohol to garbage or water?
Or carburetors that can get hundreds of miles to the gallon?
Or electric or magnetic engines
that can practically run forever?
You don't know about them because if they were to come into use,
they'd put the oil companies out of business.
The concept of the internal combustion engine
has been obsolete for over 50 years.
But because of the oil cartels
and corrupt government regulation,
we and the rest of the world have been forced to use gasoline
for over 100 years.
Big business is primarily responsible
for destroying the water we drink,
the air we breathe, and the food we eat.
They have no care for the world they destroy,
only for the money they make in the process.
How many oil spills can we endure?
Millions and millions of gallons of oil
are now destroying the ocean
and the many forms of life it supports.
Among these is plankton,
which supplies 60 to 90% of the earth's oxygen.
It supports the entire marine ecosystem,
which forms the basis of our planet's food supply.
But the plankton is dying.
I thought, "Well, let's go to some remote state or country,
"anywhere on earth."
But in doing a little research,
I realized that these people broker toxic waste
all over the world.
They basically control the legislation,
and, in fact, they control the law.
The law says,
"No company can be fined over $25,000 a day."
If a company is making $10 million a day
by dumping lethal toxic wastes into the ocean,
it's only good business to continue doing this.
They influence the media so they can control our minds.
They've made it a crime to speak out for ourselves.
And if we do so, we're called conspiracy nuts,
and we're laughed at.
We're angry because we're all being chemically and genetically damaged
and we don't even realize it.
Unfortunately, this will affect our children.
We go to work each day and right under our noses
we see our car and the car in front of us
spewing noxious and poisonous gases
that are all accumulative poisons.
These poisons kill us slowly,
even when we see no effect.
How many of us would have believed
if we were told 20 years ago
that on a certain day we wouldn't be able to see 50 feet in front of us?
That we wouldn't be able to take a deep breath
because the air would be a mass of poisonous gas?
That we wouldn't be able to drink out of our faucets,
that we'd have to buy water out of bottles?
The most common and God-given rights
have been taken away from us.
Unfortunately, the reality of our lives
is so grim nobody wants to hear it.
Now I've been asked what we can do.
I think we need a responsible body of people
that can actually represent us
rather than big business.
This body of people must not allow the introduction
of anything into our environment
that's not absolutely biodegradable
or able to be chemically neutralized upon production.
Finally, as long as there's profit to be made
from the polluting of our earth,
companies and individuals
will continue to do what they want.
We have to force these companies
to operate safely and responsibly
and with all our best interests in mind
so that when they don't,
we can take back our resources
and our hearts and our minds
and do what's right.
(APPLAUSE)
MALE TRANSLATOR: Kompasia, the great spirit,
I ask you to bless all the people here
and our grandmas,
our grandpas, and the little ones.
We have the four directions,
and I want to bless the future generation
and the indian nation, our people,
to be strong again.
Spotted eagle...
(SPEAKING LAKOTA)
The earth is our grandmother.
(CROW CAWING)
Look.
(SQUAWKING)
♪ I saw the evenin'
♪ Fading shadows one by one
♪ We watch the lamb
♪ Lay down to the sacrifice
♪ I saw the children
♪ The children of the sun
♪ How they wept
♪ How they bled
♪ How they died
♪ Do you ever ask yourself
♪ Is there a Heaven in the sky?
♪ Why can't we stop the fight?
♪ 'Cause we all
♪ Live under the same sun
♪ We all walk under the same moon
♪ Yeah
♪ Then why
♪ Why
♪ Can't We Live As One?
♪ And does it really matter
♪ If there's a heaven up above?
♪ We sure could use some love
♪ 'Cause we all live under the same sun
♪ We all look up at the same stars
♪ Yeah
♪ Then why
♪ Tell me why
♪ Can't we live as one? ♪