All language subtitles for On.Deadly.Ground.1994.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

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.

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)

(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)

And he's Silook.

Thank you
for rescuing me.

(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)

(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)

(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?

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!

He attacked me!

(CRYING)

(SOBBING)

(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)

(DOGS BARKING)

(URGING DOGS)

Whoa.

Whoa.

(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)

(WOMAN SNIFFLING)

(SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE)

(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)

(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)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)

(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.

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)

(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)

(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.

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!

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!

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? ♪