Bloodeaters

Federal officers!

Stand where you are!

Holy shit, it's a woman.

Son of a bitch.

One more week.

One more stinking week and we would have been gone.

It never works that way.

It'll take 'em awhile to find those fuckin' weasels.

Vinnie, the rest of us can finish the harvest.

Why don't you just split now and take it easy for awhile?

Thanks, Jane, but there's no time for that.

We gotta pick the south slope and get out of here fast.

Anyway, Jackie knew the risks.

She'd be pissed as hell at me for splittin'

at a time like this.

Hey, what's all this about splittin'?

I mean, we got two million bucks worth of dope

sittin' in the ground.

I ain't about to walk away from that.

There's not enough time to harvest the whole crop.

We've gotta take what we can from the south side and split.

Three days at the most. Ah man,

you can't harvest more than one load in that time.

And what do you want, just leave the rest in the ground?

For Christ's sake, man, we killed two federal officers.

How long do you think it'll be before their buddies find us?

Man, you saw the maps in their pockets.

Those guys, they were covering

60 square miles of hill country.

It could be a month before anybody found this campsite.

Yeah, but... yeah.

And there's another thing I'd like to know, too.

Yeah, I'd like to know

who the hell tipped those bastards off.

Nobody tipped 'em off.

We've been lucky to stay covered this long.

It was just a matter of time.

We all knew that from the start.

It could take 'em a month to find us,

it could take them a few days.

I say we take what we can from the south Ridge

and split the day after tomorrow.

Sounds good to me.

Yes, Judy?

You may leave now, if you like.

In consideration of the hour, I'll get right to the point.

I just learned that two of our field men

in operation torpedo have disappeared.

They were given a 60-mile search area two days ago

and haven't been heard from since.

Maybe they're lost.

Not likely.

Those men are all experts.

They were probably ambushed.

They must've found the dope growers.

Exactly.

That's why we have to move fast

before they harvest their crop and disappear.

You are aware of this new herbicide called dromax?

Sure.

It's the strongest stuff they've found yet,

but I understand they're a little worried

about the side effects.

Our research says it might be dangerous.

They haven't finished testing it, yet.

Anyhow, that stuff is off limits

to this kind of operation.

It would take two weeks to get clearance

for the usual herbicides.

That crop could be in California by then.

There's a half a ton of dromax

sitting in a warehouse in Knoxville.

The bureau chief there owes me a favor.

I could arrange a small shipment to a local crop duster

with a couple of phone calls.

I don't know, it sounds risky.

Take a look at this map.

That's the area right there.

We cleared it 30 years ago for a dam that never got built.

Only a few very poor roads,

completely inaccessible six months of the year.

There's nobody there to breathe the powder.

What about our field man in this area?

Doesn't he tour this region?

Four times a year.

We can make sure he keeps his nose out of there

till we finish.

What about the dope growers themselves?

Oh, you're talking about the people

who probably murdered two federal officers.

Anyway, I believe that growing marijuana on federal property

is still a crime in this country.

Now, how upset would you really be

if a few of those people became ill?

Hmm?

And remember, we don't know that dromax is toxic to humans.

You know, I bet headquarters would love it

if we could catch up with these guys.

Now you're talkin'.

Hello?

Yeah, he's here, all right,

but he won't be wakin' up till he gets thirsty again.

What?

Mister, he ain't done any crop Dustin'

in over eight years.

Oh, you do, huh?

How can you expect a man to fly

when he's burnin' more fuel than the plane?

Could we use the money?

We've been living off welfare so long, I'm used to it.

The lazy bastard hasn't earned a dime in years.

All he does is sit on his ass and drink that cheap wine-

give me that phone, you goddamn bitch!

Hello?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh? Wait a minute.

I'll check my appointment book.

I reckon I can do it tomorrow.

Where's the crop?

Hell, mister, there ain't any crops up there.

That's hill country.

There ain't even any people.

Oh, you don't say.

What do you want me to drop on it?

Hell, mister, it don't matter none,

as long as you leave it at the hanger

with ol' Jacob in the morning, along with my fee.

I usually get a hundred bucks.

An hour.

That's right, stubenille road.

Well, mister, there ain't nobody here to tell.

- Yep. - Exceptin' for an old floozie

who scares all the decent folks before they reach the house.

You miserable bitch!

I'll boot your ass right out of this house.

Like I said, tomorrow at noon.

Hello?

Hello?

And so I respectfully repeat my request

for a replacement vehicle to be used

in connection with my official duties in this substation.

Very, truly yours.

Think we'll get it this time, Mr. Cole?

Not a chance, Lisa.

Those guys in Washington don't even know we exist out here.

Couldn't you get it fixed?

That'd cost more than a new one.

I'm told the cost of rubber bands and baling wires

are going through the roof.

Hello?

Hey, little brother. How you doin'?

That's what happens when you fool around.

Right.

Look, I'll pick you up around eight o'clock tomorrow.

We'll make it kind of a bachelor fishing trip,

like old times.

Nah, Polly won't mind.

She doesn't care much for the great outdoors.

Right.

Okay, look, I'll see you tomorrow.

Right, take care. Bye-bye.

This just got delivered, Mr. Cole.

I think it's from Washington.

What the hell do you suppose this is all about?

"Attention, Cole.

Due to reports of severe flooding,

do not, repeat, do not tour northwest sector

prior to week of October 1.

Confirm receipt by return telex."

That's weird.

We've had two inches less rainfall than normal this year.

I haven't heard anything about flooding up there.

Lisa, send them back this one.

"I've received your instructions,

but respectfully request additional information, stop.

Have no knowledge of unusual flooding

in northwest sector, stop.

Furthermore, quarterly tour of region

is already three weeks overdue

on account of vehicle disrepair, stop.

Await your clarification."

Those turkeys want to keep me

from fishing every three months,

they oughta come right out and say so.

I wonder how they found out.

All right, people let's get moving.

This is it, the last roundup.

Get as much as you can.

We can't take those plants.

They'll be all wet.

You want to leave 'em for the rabbits?

I guarantee you, they can't tell the difference.

Come on, Joey.

Let's get started.

I'm telling you, man, this is bullshit.

We're gonna cut 20 kilos today

and leave 60 for the fuckin' rabbits!

We've been through this before, Pete.

Now, no one's stopping you from staying on after today.

Yeah, fat chance, out here all alone.