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Red vs. Blue Episode
"Directions"
Recreation 8
Episode no. 8
Airdate August 10, 2009
Running time 4:48
Director(s) Gavin Free

Red vs. Blue Recreation
June 9, 2009 - October 26, 2009

  1. Trailer
  2. Don't Get Me Started
  3. Free Refills
  4. Visiting Hours
  5. Catching Up
  6. Local Host
  7. One New Message
  8. Bon Voyage
  9. Directions
  10. My House, From Here
  11. Lay of the Land
  12. Dumb Cop, Bad Cop
  13. Well Hello
  14. Called Up
  15. The Installation
  16. Watch the Flank
  17. Retention Deficit
  18. Trust Issues
  19. Hang Time
  20. Think You Know Someone

Directions is the eighth chapter of Red vs. Blue: Recreation and the 142nd episode overall.

CharactersEdit

Red TeamEdit

Blue TeamEdit

OtherEdit

PlotEdit

Simmons continues on his unauthorized mission to blow up blue base, but discovers Caboose's project and remarks that the reason the war is at a stand still is because "[they're] all doing stuff like building lame robots." Lopez, who had been listening in, is subsequently offended and is reluctant to supply Simmons with explosives.

In at the desert, an unknown driver of an Elephant tries to help navigate Sarge, Grif, and Caboose through the mine field. While trapped in the minefield, Grif takes the opportunity to blatantly admit that he has never liked Sarge, neither as a person nor as a commander. After some difficulties, Grif becomes impatient and drives off on his own, shortly joined by Sarge and Caboose.

TranscriptEdit

Simmons is standing inside the Blue Base at Valhalla.

Simmons: What the hell is all this stuff?

Donut: (enters) Oh, there you are! Did you blow up the base yet?

Simmons: Look at this mess, Donut. It’s like he wrecked the place.

Donut: Oh yeah, that’s Caboose’s project.

Simmons: This is what he’s been working on?

Donut: He’s trying to rebuild a body for that blue buddy of his. …eh, looks like a piece is missing though.

Simmons: For the dead guy. Gimme a break. No wonder no one ever wins this war. We’re all doing stuff like building lame robots.

Simmons turns around to see Lopez standing behind him.

Simmons: Oh, hey… Lopez. Uh, I didn’t mean you, I meant other… robots…

Lopez takes off.

Donut: That was kind of racist.

Simmons: (chases after Lopez) That’s not true! I have all kinds of mechanical friends!

Cuts to Sandtrap. The camera zooms out slowly from the side of an Elephant.

Intercom announcer: Just… just give me the microphone. [over the intercom] Do not under any circumstances move. You have entered an active mine field.

Caboose: Does thinking count as moving. Because if it does, I think I might’ve moved—up! I did again.

Grif: Shut up, Caboose!

Caboose: Well, I don’t want to get exploded!

Sarge: How do we get outta here?

Intercom announcer: We will guide you out.

Sarge: Great! Let us wait for you to come out here then!

Intercom announcer: What? …no, fuck that, listen! We’re not coming out there, okay? Hang tight. We’re gonna upload the schematics… we’ll be right back. Don’t. Move.

Sarge: Grif! What were you thinking driving us straight into a mine field!?

Grif: Me? You were in the passenger seat. That makes you the navigator!

Sarge: What are you talking about?

Grif: Everybody knows that. You’re in charge of directions!

Sarge: No! The shotgun seat is reserved for the position of respect. And for people who carry shotguns. (holds up shotgun) See? (makes a clicking noise) Quid pro quo. Now Grif, here’s the plan. You walk in front of us, very slowly.

Grif: No.

Sarge: If you hear anything that sounds like a small metallic click, or feels like your legs are being blown off, just say, “Found one!”

Grif: No!

Caboose: Uh oh! I think I just thought about something again.

Sarge: Both of you, shut up! I need to think of a way out of this mess.

Grif: You mean the mess you navigated us into?

Sarge: How about I come over there and navigate my fist through your forehead!?

Grif: (glances around) Pft. Okay, bring it. Just stroll on over here across the mine field and beat me to death.

Sarge: Maybe I will.

Grif: Bring it!

Intercom announcer: Look, we can hear you talking. Do not move! Kay? Seriously!

Sarge: Grr.

Caboose: It’s not my fault. I’m not moving. I’m not even thinking about moving.

Grif: Sarge, since we may not make it out of this, maybe there’s a few things I should tell you. You know. Since you can’t reach me.

Sarge: Grif…

Grif: Like the reason why I never listen to you. Or never follow your orders. And why I don’t think anything you say is ever important.

Sarge angrily grumbles.

Grif: But I want you to understand, Sarge. It’s not because I’m lazy. It’s because I don’t like you. Or respect you. In any way. I have no positive feeling for you.

Sarge reloads his shotgun.

Grif: Now I imagine it can be pretty hard to be an ineffective leader with no respect—

Sarge shoots the shotgun, straight passed Grif towards nothing.

Grif: --who doesn’t understand that his primary weapon has an effective range much shorter than most weapons, but I think since we’re gonna die anyway, you deserve to know that.

Intercom announcer: All right. I’m back. Ready? We’re gonna guide you out of there.

Grif: (laughs nervously) You know I was kidding, right?

Cuts back to Valhalla. Lopez is walking away from the Blue Base. Simmons catches up to him.

Simmons: Hey Lopez! Wait up! Hey man, I need some explosives.

Lopez doesn’t reply.

Simmons: To blow up Blue Base? You know… did Sarge give you the key to the weapon locker?

Lopez: Sí.

Simmons: Okay. I need about 50 kilos of plastic explosives. Technically five should do it, but I really want to blow the fuck out of that thing. Can you go get it for me?

Lopez: Voy a mirar en eso.[I will look into that.] (doesn’t move)

Simmons: Uh… I need it right now?

Lopez: Sí. Yo lo haré al tiro. Mírame ir.[Yes. I’ll get right on it. Look at me go.]

Simmons: Hmm. You don’t seem to be moving.

Lopez:

Simmons: This is about that robot comment, isn’t it.

Lopez: Tal vez. [Maybe.]

Cuts back to Sandtrap, at the Elephant.

Intercom announcer: Okay, gentlemen. Here’s how we’re going to do this. We’ll guide the two guys in front out, and you in the jeep, just follow them.

Grif: Okay!

Caboose: Uh, I’m scared.

Intercom announcer: All right. Start by taking two steps forward and then turn to your right.

Sarge: A step ain’t exactly a standard measurement, buddy.

Intercom announcer: Just a step.

Sarge: Yeah, I get it! But what’s a step? Like this? (takes two steps forward, then two back) Or this? (sprints forward – right into a mine that explodes; Sarge jumps back, unharmed) Whoa!

Intercom announcer: Just a step!!

Sarge: [quickly] Okay, no problem, just a step!

Intercom announcer: All right. Now, walk four steps to your right.

Sarge: You mean our right?

Intercom announcer: Yes.

Caboose: Our-our right? Or your-our right?

Intercom announcer: There is no “my-your right!”

Sarge: Is left north to you? Or is it… or, on the compass, which way?

Caboose: Uhh, what about—

Intercom announcer: Just walk to your right!!

Sarge and Caboose walk to the left, only to rush back seconds later.

Intercom announcer: No!!

A mine goes off.

Sarge, Caboose: Sorry!

Grif: You know what? I just can’t take this anymore. Fuck it.

Grif drives off. Sarge and Caboose do so as well.

Intercom announcer: Yeah, uh, fuck it, just run!

Hordes of explosions come out of nowhere.

Sarge: Son of a—

More explosions occur.

VideoEdit

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Directions - Chapter 8 - Red vs. Blue Season 7

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