Ravenous

"For heroism above and beyond the call of duty...

for successfully infiltrating the enemy's ranks...

and securing victory independently...

with cunning and honor...

Captain John Boyd."

Amen.

You're no hero, Boyd.

I want you as far from my company as possible.

I'm sending you to California...

Fort Spencer.

Please, gentlemen, quickly.

I want all of that in the largest office on the left.

Careful. Don't scratch it.

Come, come, come, please.

Lieutenant Boyd!

Lieutenant Boyd!

Lieutenant Boyd!

Lieutenant Boy...

Boyd!

Boyd!

Help me!

Help me, Boyd!

Boyd!

Captain John Boyd.

War hero?

So, the brass decided to reward you...

with a little appointment to the California sun?

Have a walnut, Boyd.

Martha brought them in fresh from San Miguel.

This is my hobby...

reading in the original languages...

Well, you know, languages in general.

It's...

It's tedious, I know...

but, then, this place thrives on tedium.

So...

you have a hobby, Boyd?

Swimming.

Swimming.

I hope you don't mind hard water.

So...

Fort Spencer.

The Spanish built this place as a mission.

We inherited her.

Now we're a way station...

for western travelers on their way through the Nevadas.

We don't get much traffic...

through these parts in the winter...

so we maintain only a skeleton company...

that consists of Private Toffler...

who's our personal emissary from the lord...

Major Knox, who never met a bottle he didn't like...

Private Reich... he's our soldier.

I'd steer clear of him.

And Martha you've met.

Bet you didn't get a word out of her.

And George, her brother.

They're both locals... sort of came with the place.

And then there's Private Cleaves.

The over medicated Private Cleaves.

And you and I make eight.

Cleaves cooks.

Knox used to be a veterinarian, so he plays doctor.

My advice to you is don't get sick.

I'd tell you don't eat, but then most of us have to.

So, with your promotion...

you'd be number three in command.

Toffler's prayer.

O heavenly father, bless this to our use, and...

- Amen. - Amen.

So, did anyone do anything today?

We have a great sense of camaraderie here at Fort Spencer.

How did you get behind the enemy line?

I froze. I was scared.

Scared?

You froze while the rest of your unit fought and died?

What did you do then?

I played dead.

But you made it behind enemy lines.

I was buried...

with my commanding officer's...

half-shot-off head in my face...

his blood running down my throat.

So, how did you take the command post?

Something...

something... had changed.

We're going to promote you, Boyd.

We could shoot you...

but as you single-handedly captured the enemy command...

it might set a bad precedent.

Last-minute addition to the post.

All right, Cleaves. Let's hear it.

Salt, meat, beans...

coffee, oil...

bacon, flour.

All right. I want you back in three days.

No loco weed...

no peyote...

no women.

No women.

Martha, keep him out of trouble.

OK. Nice trip.

All right, come on.

I'm going to get up...

some salt, meat, beans...

Loco weed, and women.

- No women. - I can't get a woman?

Wish you were along for the ride?

What did you get the medal for?

Cowardice.

Knox has got some excellent bourbon.

It's really fine stuff.

And he just passed out about... a minute ago.

So... wondering if you'd like to...

He won't mind?

Probably.

To escape...

in one form or another.

Toffler!

What are you doing?

It's a religious hymn.

I'm writing a religious hymn.

Well, could you find some inspiration somewhere else?

And could you get us some ice?

Funny thing.

We escape the world...

we come here...

and then we turn right around and try to escape this place.

Frightening thing about escape, though...

The chance you might end up someplace worse.

Reich, go that way.

- Colonel. - Yeah?

Who are you?

Reich! Reich!

- He's alive. - Jesus Christ.

Just barely. Let's get him inside.

We need hot water.

George, Toffler, hot water!

Lots and lots of hot water!

Reich, try to rouse Knox. Let's get these rags off.

Let's see if we can get his blood moving.

Toffler, more water!

I think he'll live.

Easy, easy, easy.

Well, he's warm.

Frostbite didn't seem to do much damage.

I guess the only thing we can do is let him rest.

And... pray.

Toffler, your duty.

Good work.

Each one of these is about one-point-five miles.

Takes about three days actually, because...

Yes? He's up.

Excellent.

He's up. Let's go.

Major... major Knox?

Major Knox?

Major Knox? Doc? Doc?

Doc? Doc?

Doc? Doc?

Doc, he's awake.

What? Who?

The man who showed up last night.

He's going to tell us what...

He's going to tell us what happened.

Doc?

Where...

Where am I?

Fort Spencer, California.

Western Sierra Nevadas.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

My name is Colqhoun.

F.W. Colqhoun, servant of god.

How are you feeling, Mr. Colqhoun?

Not bad, considering.

I probably look like death.

Not bad... considering.

How long were you out there?

Three months.

Without food?

Yes.

Toffler, help him.

Good lord.

Good lord.

You should have seen me three months ago.

I was thirty pounds heavier.

I'm sorry, but you did say no food for three months.

I said...

I said no food. I didn't say there was nothing to eat.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

I suppose I owe you gentlemen a story.

Only if you feel up to it.

Yes.

We left in April.

Six of us in all.

Mr. MacCready and his wife from Ireland.

Mr. Janusfrom Virginia, I believe...

with his servant, Jones.