Leslie Simpson credited as playing...
Terry
- Cooper: Go on then Bruce, what scares you?
- Bruce: The self-destructive nature of the human condition.
- Spoon: You're just taking the piss now.
- Cooper: What about you, Spoon?
- Spoon: Castration.
- Cooper: There's no argument there. Joe?
- Joe: Only one thing guaranteed to put the shits up me: a penalty shoot-out.
- Cooper: Figures. Terry?
- Terry: Watching a penalty shoot-out... with Joe.
- Bruce: What about you, Coop?
- Cooper: Spiders. And women. And... spider-women.
- [They all laugh]
- Terry: I want to know what scares the Sarge.
- Spoon: Piss off man, nothing scares the Sarge.
- Sergeant Harry Wells: I don't know about that. The thought of never seeing my wife again scares the shit out of me. That and those little things that make your skin crawl and a hair stands up at the back of your neck.
- Joe: You mean like Spoon?
- [Spoon looks at him]
- Sergeant Harry Wells: No, there's one thing, actually, in particular that I'll remember until the day that I die. Yeah it's back in '91, just before my unit was flying out to Kuwait to mop up the last pockets of resistance. Me and his young fellow called Eddie Oswald decided to go and get a tattoo done to commemorate our first trip into the desert.
- Bruce: I remember Ed. He was a stocky hard case with a broken nose and a bone eye, eh?
- Sergeant Harry Wells: Yeah, that's him. Good looking fellow. Big hit with the ladies. Anyway, me and Eddie, we went and had a few drinks. We had a lot of drinks. And we went down to the tattoo parlor, and I got a desert rat done. And Eddie being Eddie wanted something a bit more meaning. And being a bit of a believer, he said that his soul still belonged to God. But his flesh-- well his flesh was way beyond redemption. It was up to Satan to save his skin. So he got this fucking great laughing devil tattoo, right on his ass. Anyway, about six days later, we were making a regular sweep along the, uh, Iraqi border. And, uh, Eddie, poor fucker, triggered an antitank mine. Yeah. We all saw it happen. He was on point. A white blinding lightning flash and a fucking deafening crack. By the time we picked ourselves up off the deck, Eddie was... He was gone. Just bits and pieces of him. It's all that remained. This big fucking red circle a hundred meters. I'll tell you something, lads. It really puts things in perspective when you have to scoop your mate up with a shovel and stick him in a bin bag. Anyway, the thing that really did our nuts in that day was when you, uh, came across the bit you recognized. A bit of an ear, a toe, a nose, a tooth. The thing that really freaked us out that day was when left-hand Charlie found a bit of Eddie with the tattoo on. I mean, everything else was burned to a crisp covered in claret. All mushed up, pocked up. Not this bit. This bit was perfect. And there's old Nick chortling his fucking ass all off at us. So you could say that Eddie was right. That Satan did indeed save his skin, just not all of it. Or you could say that Eddie was just unlucky. Either way... It taught me to keep a very open mind. Boom, boom. Anyway. Eddie Oswald.
- Cooper, Joe, Terry: To Eddie.
- Wells: If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya. Because we're firing blanks doesn't mean we have to be thinking nice thoughts. So you remember, you keep the fire down, right, you get stuck in and you kick their fucking teeth out, or I guarantee you, Joe, they will be eating your bollocks for breakfast, sunshine.
- Terry: Hard-boiled or fried, Sarge?
- Wells: Scrambled.
- Wells: All right, then, time sync. I got zero-seven-thirty coming up in three... two... one... check.
- Spoon: Oh, bollocks, I don't believe this.
- Wells: What is it now, Witherspoon?
- Spoon: Left me watch at the barracks, Sarge.
- Wells: Take a breather every once in a while, son, you'll live longer.
- Terry: Nice work, Spoon, you tosser.
- Joe: Took the words right out of my mouth.
- Spoon: And you'll be taking my boot out your mouth in a minute, Joe, you baldy twat.
- [Joe's complaining about the quality of the food]
- Joe: I'm sick of this pre-packed dog shite.
- Bruce: If it's not one thing, it's another, eh Joe?
- Spoon: I know, you're like a bear with a sore head.
- Terry: Thanks to Cooper's fancy footwork.
- Cooper: Yeah, sorry about that Joe. How's your head doing?
- Joe: Still in one piece. Knock on wood.
- Joe: Come on then Bruce, man. Lets hear the result on the radio.
- Bruce: Why do you keep torturing yourself?
- Joe: We might've slaughtered them.
- Bruce: Yeah, then again, you might not.
- Terry: We all wanna know the results Joe. We just enjoy watching you suffer.
- Joe: Laugh. I nearly split my sides.
- Spoon: Yeah, well there's no point tearing your hair out about it Joe... oops, sorry mate, too late.
- Ryan: If I could tell you, I would. But I'm just a soldier like you.
- Cooper: No stripes. No insignia. A suit and a uniform does not make a soldier. He's with Special Ops. His team were wiped out last night. He was the only survivor.
- Ryan: I'd advise you against pursuing this line of questioning, Private Cooper.
- Cooper: You're pulling rank on me now, Captain.
- Joe: You can show that right off your arse.
- Ryan: I'm saying my being here is a moot point since I'm now in as much shit as you are.
- Cooper: We're on the same fucking shit. And we need each other.
- Ryan: I doubt I need you.
- Joe: You bloody did two hours ago.
- [Cooper is looking at a picture of a family]
- Megan: The Uaths.
- Spoon: Crying like a baby, you were.
- Ryan: That was then. Circumstances change.
- Cooper: What?
- Megan: Uath, it's Celtic. The family's lived in this glen for centuries. So what was he doing out there?
- Cooper: I have an idea. I wanna hear it from the horse's mouth. Come to think of it, Ryan, how are you feeling?
- Ryan: I'm fine.
- Cooper: When we found you, you could barely open your eyes, let alone walk. And then later you manage to run. And now look at you. Fine and fit and sitting pretty. Hardly the behavior of a man who until recently was knocking on death's door.
- Ryan: I have a strong constitution.
- Joe: You're not bloody kidding.
- Cooper: You won't mind if I have a look at that wound of yours.
- Ryan: I just assumed you didn't.
- Cooper: I have a responsibility to my patient.
- Ryan: [threateningly] I'm warning you, Cooper, don't touch me.
- [Cooper advances on him Ryan pulls out his handgun]
- Ryan: Get back!
- [Megan takes a frying pan and smacks the gun away causing it to shoot out the window Joe restrains Ryan and Cooper checks his wounds and sees that they have healed up]
- Cooper: Tie him up. I want him to talk.
- Megan: What are you gonna do? Torture him?
- Cooper: I don't know. What would you do?
- Megan: I'd torture him.
- [the power goes out]
- Cooper: What now?
- Spoon: They shut down the generator.
- Terry: Why would they do that?
- Megan: Because they can see in the dark.
- Ryan: And you're afraid of it.
- Joe: This is a pile of rancid shit.
- Megan: Now what do you believe?
- Ryan: I'm beginning to believe you. I think Joe might've worded it better.
- Terry: They're on the move.
- Cooper: All right. This is it. Mark your targets and preserve your ammo. Three round busts. We only got one stun grenade apiece. So only use them if absolutely necessary. Stand to.