Dog Soldiers (2002)

Thomas Lockyer: Bruce

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• 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.

• [Joe watching the cow roasting on the fire] 

  Joe : Is anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?

  Bruce : You are joking aren't you?

  Spoon : You fuckin' animal.

  Joe : Yea, you're all thinking the same thing aren't you?

  Spoon : Mmmm.

  Joe : Right lads, how do ya like your steak done?

  Wells : You bunch of dirty bloody savages. You lot make me sick. God.

• Bruce : Christ on a bike!

• [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.

• Bruce : Look, I'll tell you what. Get on the radio, bring the Special Forces guys down on our heads, and after they've finished kicking you about, you can ask them what the score was.

  Joe : What are ya trying to do? Mildly concern me?

  Bruce : It's reality that bites mate, not the creatures from your head.