Charlie, go!
Go, go, go!
We need more ammo.
Look inside. Take all the go-bags, Jimmy.
- What are we shooting at? - I don't know.
Fuck. The packages are gone!
They won't get far on foot.
Bring 'em back those fuckers now. I'm out 500,000 fucking pounds.
I forgot,
it's 500,000 dead or alive.
- Okay, Jimmy, give me the Barret. - Okay.
I can't see a thing.
Come on!
Chris is shooting wild. Gotta conserve the ammo.
Hey. Chris can you hear me?
Hey. Chris! Chris! Can you hear me? Chill out on the 50!
Roger that.
- Fifty's down. - They shot Chris.
It must be coming from that building.
I can't see anything.
Movement on the roof.
Yeah?
Three meters higher.
I'm going to adjust.
Fuck
Fuck, he's dead.
We've got to get out of here now!
Dammit.
This is Alpha Nine. We're in deep shit.
I'll get on the Barret.
Go, go, go.
Yeah, we're taking incoming fire.
Go, go, go.
- No. Sanborn, don't come up here. - Got it!
Go, buddy. Stay low! Stay low!
I have two KIA,
correction, three KIA... our grid last lock stat...
Stay low!
Can you get me some help?
- Behind you. - Yeah.
Breathe easy.
- I got movement. - Yeah.
On the ridge of that house
Eight hundred and fifty meters.
- See it. - By the window.
- You got target. - Got it.
All right, here little left.
Just breathe easy.
- I'm out of ammo. - Hmm?
I'm out of ammo.
Eldridge, we need ammo.
Where is it?
Check on the dead guy, man.
It's on the dead man.
Eldridge!
I'm looking.
We need that ammo, man.
All right, man.
Oh, here.
Thanks.
All right. Got it.
Same target.
It's fucking jammed.
Let me see it.
Fuck!
Aw, shit. The blood's making it jam. Eldridge.
Shit!
You gotta clean the blood off, man. It's making 'em jam.
Specialist!
- Clean the blood off. - Okay.
Clean it. Clean it.
You gotta clean it, man.
- How? - Spit and rub.
All right.
Spit and rub, buddy. Spit and rub.
It's not working. It's not coming off.
Spit and rub. Spit and rub. Here, take it out.
Use your camel. Use your camel. Where is it?
You all right?
Here, use that.
Just breathe, buddy.
Come on. Just breathe in.
Good. Here, squeeze.
- Got it? - Yeah.
Rub that ojive, baby. Come on. You got it.
You're doing good, man. You're doing real good.
-Got 'em? - Yeah.
I'm going to keep you safe, buddy, all right?
Now let's get these bastards. Scan your sectors.
Kill that fuckin' asshole.
Son of a bitch.
Nice. He's down.
Twenty meters to the right of the building.
I got him.
Fire when ready.
He's moving. He's moving. To the building.
- Follow him. You got him? - Got him.
He's down.
Goodnight. Thanks for playing.
Window. The window. At the window.
He's still there.
Left window. Left window. Got him?
Got him.
He's down.
- Hey, Owen. - Yeah?
Can you grab the juice out of the pack please?
Sure.
I think we're out.
- Got anything left to drink? - You could try that one.
Thank you.
Drink. Drink it.
Things are real quiet.
Yeah, I don't like it.
- Hey. Will? - Yeah?
At your six o'clock
I see movement on the bridge. Right on the tracks.
Well, handle it.
Should I fire?
It's your call, buddy.
Good job.
Hey, Sanborn,
I think we're done.
Okay? You all right?
That's what you get for hitting your fucking team leader, motherfucker.
- Man. - I'll be right back, I gotta piss.
Owen.
Another round, boy. That's your order.
Well, yes, sir. Sgt. James, sir.
You're not very good with people, are you, sir?
But you're a good warrior. Give me your mug.
There ya go, sir.
You were well on the field of battle today, specialist.
Cheers.
Uh, I'm too old for this shit.
- I was scared. - Yeah?
Well, everyone's a coward about something, you know.
You're good. You're real good.
Just what do we have here?
Will has possessions.
I didn't know you owned anything. Will.
Let's see what you got here. Will.
Who is that?
That's my son.
He's a tough little bastard. Nothing like me.
You mean to tell me you married?
Well, you know, I had a girlfriend and...
...she got pregnant, so we got married.
We got divorced.
Or I thought we got divorced.
She's still living in the house. And she says we're still together,
so I don't know. What does that make her?
Dumb for still being with your ass.
Hey.
She ain't fuckin' dumb, all right?
She's just loyal.
She's just loyal. That's all. How 'bout you guys?
You got... you got a girl? What do you got?
My only problem is the girl I do like.
I can't stop her from talking about babies, man.
Well, give her your sperm, stud.
Go on. Do it.
- C'mon, chicken. Just give it to her. - No. Hell no.
Make babies.
I know when I'm ready, and I ain't ready for that yet, I know that.
Well, well... what do we have here?
Uh, components.
They're bomb parts. Signatures.
Yeah, I see that, but what they doing under your bed?
Well...
Ah-ha.
There we go. This one.
This one is from the U.N. building.
Flaming car. Dead man's switch. Boom.
This guy was good, I like him.
- Relay. - Ah... look at this one.
This one, y'all, is from our first call together.
This box is full of stuff that almost killed me.
And what about this one?
- Where's this one from, Will? - It's my wedding ring.
Like I said, stuff that almost killed me.
You know, I just think it's really interested
to hold something in your hand that could have killed anyone.
Damn that. It's all shit from radio shack.
It's interesting.
I think it's interesting too.
Well, I think you hit me harder than I hit you
therefore I owe you a punch.
Now get your ass up, C'mon.
C'mon. He's right. Let's go. C'mon.
Come on!
All right, hold on, boys. We need some rules.
Sanborn, no face shots.
Oh, there's gonna be a face shot.
Sergeant James, take off your shirt.
Yes, sir.
What happened?
My momma dropped me when I was a baby.
Looks like frag scars.
- Let it go, Eldridge. C'mon. - All right.
Nice and big.
Oohh!
You like that, huh?
That's all you got?
Come on.
Bring some. C'mon.
Ooh!
Wooh. God damn.
That's gotta hurt.
- You all right, man? - Oh, yeah.
- Oh, he's all right. - Get up, bitch.
All right, bitch.
- What do you got now? - Get the fuck off me?
- What do you got? - Get off me, you mother fucker.
What do you got? What do you got?
Wooh, he's a wild one. We got a wild one.
C'mon, Sanborn. Get him. That's right.
- Ride him, baby. - Get off me.
- C'mon, bitch. - C'mon, guys.
What do you got?
Get off me.
Hey, hey, hey,
I'm just kidding, motherfucker. Shit.
You're all right, Sanborn.
You're all right. Man.
Owen, get this guy a drink. C'mon.
- You got him? - Yeah, I got him.
- All right, here. - All right.
See you later.
- Be safe. - All right.
All right, come on big boy. Damn, boy, you need to get on a diet.
He hurt his knee. C'mon, man.
Steps. C'mon.
Step. Step.
All right, lay down. All right. Get some rest.
Hey, James, you think I got what it takes to put on the suit?
Hell, no.
Night, boy.
Oh!
- Good morning, Colonel. - Good morning.
Mind if I ride along? I'm sick to death of sitting behind a desk all the time.
That'd be a privilege. Hop in, Colonel.
Hey. Doc.
Not to insult your intelligence, sir,
but if the shit hits the fan, please don't fire out the Humvee.
The round will just bounce around, and someone might get shot.
- I don't like getting shot. - Understood. Sergeant.
Oh, it's a pretty standard mission.
We're just here to pick up some unexploded ordinance.
Sergeant James is gonna see what the deal is,
and then hopefully we'll be gone in a couple minutes.
- We've gotta gear up. - For what?
Security hasn't gone in.
Go in quiet.
Radios off.
- Roger. - Roger that.
- Glad you came. - See ya. All right.
Psst. Psst.
Clear.
Hey,
cigarette's still smoking.
It's all our shit.
Mother fucking goldmine.
Watch out for trips.
I got something.
I know this kid.
His name's Beckham. He sells DVDs.
You ever see a body bomb before, man?
It's disgusting. Let's get outta here.
Hold it.
Eldridge, want you to grab all the C4 and deck cord you can get your hands on.
Let's get all this ordinance outta here.
And we're just gonna... we're gonna blow the place.
Roger. Just blow it.
What are you doing?
Yeah? Putting the stones in to move.
Yeah. That's really wonderful,
but it's a little bit unsafe today.
Yeah, it's a little unsafe.
So maybe... I don't know.
I'm thinking maybe we should move?
No?
Fuck.
- You all right? - Yeah.
- You? - Yeah.
- You all right, man? - Yeah.
No one in or out, okay?
Cancel the det. Cancel the det.
- What the fuck is he doing? - I don't know, man.
I don't know.
I'm coming out.
Roger that.
- Where are you from? - New York.
The Big Apple.
Are you from Iraq?
I love it here. This is a beautiful place.
But it's not too safe here, okay?
So, I think we need - we need to move. Please.
You think it's that little Beckham?
No, I don't.
- You're positive? - Sure.
Hey, I don't know, man They all look the same, right?
I know.
- Will seemed sure. That was weird. - Very weird.
Please, just move.
Move. Move.
Move on. Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Will's very weird.
I mean he keeps bomb parts under his bed.
I'll bet you he won't keep any of these parts under his bed.
Bye-bye.
Yeah, bye-bye. Bye. Thank you.
Hey, Colonel.
Let's go.
Hallo, thank you.
IED!
Cambridge!
Get back. Get down.
Stay back.
Stay back. Sanborn, keep 'em back.
Is anyone hurt?
Cambridge! Fuck!
Cambridge!
Cambridge, come out. We gotta go.
Oh, he's dead.
Hey, we gotta find Cambridge, Doc!
- Eldridge! - Doc!
Eldridge, c'mon, man. C'mon
I just saw him. He was walking right here.
I know. He's dead. Look, he's dead. Okay?
It's all right, man.
It'll be all right, man.
Hello?
Wi//?
Hello?
He//o?
Hey, let me ask you a question.
What happened to the little kid that used to work here?
Sorry, man. English I... no English.
No-no English. You no speak English now.
Little kid. Beckham is his name. He sells... sells DVDs.
DVD. One DVD, $5.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
- $5. - Excuse me, soldier,
you in charge of this area here?
- What's up? - You know this guy?
How do we know that he's not giving intel
to insurgents, telling them where to drop mortars?
I think he's just selling DVDs.
Well, he's a security risk. We should get rid of him.
What are you looking at?
He's just selling DVDs, man. All the merchants are clear.
By who?
I couldn't do anything with him until I got the clear from my CO.
Okay. Fuck.
Fuck.
Does this change anything?
You speak English now. Don't you?
- Yalla, yalla. Drive. - Okay.
- Ok. - Is this his house?
He there?
Wait here.
Fuck.
Psst. Psst. Shh.
You speak English?
English. French. Arabic.
Good. Open you vest.
Ah, stay there. Stay.
Tell me what you know about Beckham.
For whom?
Beckham, 12-year-old boy, body bomb. Stay right there.
- I don't know. - You don't know.
But please, sit down, I am Professor Navid.
This is my home.
You are a guest. Please, sit down.
I'm a guest.
Just... I'm looking for the people responsible
for-for-for Beckham.
You are CIA, no?
I am very pleased to see CIA in my home.
Please, sit.
How can I...
Be careful. The gun can go off.
U.S.A. friendly coming in.
Stop. Stop. Get the fuck down.
U.S.A. friendly.
On your knees. Get on your knees now.
On your knees. You will be shot. Don't move.
On your knees. Down now.
- Open your jacket! - Opening my jacket.
Cover. Get him down.
- On the ground. - I have a weapon.
Don't fucking move.
- Tower, hold cover. Searching. - I have a weapon.
- Gun. - Like I said.
Weapons clear.
ID.
What the fuck are you doing?
I was at a whorehouse.
All right. If I let you in, will you tell me where it is exactly?
Yeah.
James, do you copy?
James do you have your ears on?
James?
This is James. What's up?
- Hey. - What's up, man?
Look, we have a tank explosion in the Green Zone.
We have to post-blast assessment,
see if it was a suicide bomber,
and if so, how the fuck did he do it?
Okay.
Where'd you say you were again?
I didn't, sergeant. Let's go.
What happened to your head, James?
Hey, you ready?
Game face, buddy. Let's go.
- You ready? - Let's do this.
Rock and roll. Moving out.
U.S.A. friendlies coming through.
Make room, guys. Make room.
Hey, Sanborn.
Oh, shit!
- An oil tanker? - Yep.
That's a pretty long flight, huh?
This is the edge of the blast radius.
Jesus.
So, where's our triggerman?
Burnt up in the flames, man.
Suicide bomber.
We're never going to find a body in that shit.
What if there was no body?
What if it was a remote det?
A really good bad guy hides out in the dark, right?
Right here. Perfect vantage point,
outside the blast radius to sit back and watch us clean up their mess.
- Want to go out there? - Yes, I do.
I could stand to get in a little trouble.
No, man. This is bullshit.
You got three infantry platoons behind you whose job it is to go Haji huntin'.
That ain't our fuckin' job.
You don't say no to me, Sanborn. I say no to you.
You know there are guys watching us right now.
They're laughing at this. Okay, I'm not okay with that.
Now, turn off your goddammed torch 'cause we're going.
Now we know where their oil tanker came from.
No shit. Same kind.
- We're close. - Yeah.
They alleyways are probably set up on a grid.
We're going to need to split up, flush 'em out.
Sanborn, you take on. Eldridge, take two.
I got three. Rally point at your intersection.
- Ready, move. - Wait, rally point when?
Fuck.
"Ipsura, ipsura," Go, go!
Shit. Ahh.
Shit.
- You got contact? - Who was it? What's going on?
- What do you got? - It's Eldridge.
Go, go.
Man down. Man down.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
- Negative, negative. It's not him. - He's gone.
Where'd they go? Where'd they go?
Tankers and troops are that way.
- Let's go this way. - Fuck.
Use your torch. On torch.
Ready?
One, two, three. Fuck.
- Fuck! - Shit.
Softly, softly, softly.
On three.
One. Two. Three.
Now. Go, go, go.
- Eldridge, you okay? - Fuck, dude. I'm hit.
Hit him in the fuckin' leg.
Come on.
- Am I dead? Am I dead? - No. You're fine, man.
Am I dead? Am I dead?
I'm going to put some pressure down. Come on.
You're all right.
Look at me, look at me. You all right.
All right, buddy. You ready to get up? On three, ready? One, two, three.
Hey, what's up, man? What's up, man?
Wanna buy some DVDs? Wanna play some soccer?
What's up?
Come on, man. Wanna play some...
Aww. Fuck.
How you doing, buddy?
Doc says you're going to be okay.
My fucking femur is shattered in nine places.
He said I'll be walking in six months if I'm fucking lucky.
- Six months ain't bad, huh? - It's not bad?
Fuckin' sucks, man.
- Ah, ah! - Take it easy.
You see that? You fuckin' see that?
That's what happens when you shoot someone, you motherfucker.
Sorry.
- Sorry, Owen. - Fuck you, Will.
Really. Fuck you.
Thanks for saving my life, but we didn't have to go out
looking for trouble to get your fucking adrenaline fix, you fuck.
Hey, take care of yourself, Owen.
Come home safe, man.
- See you on the other side, man. - All right.
Let's get out of this fucking desert!
Don't move.
If you keep walking we will shoot you.
Move him back.
Keep that translator back.
- But the bomb was forced on him. - Get him back!
Don't move! Stay still.
If you keep walking we will shoot you. If
Get that translator back, now.
Give him room. Give him room.
Hey, what do you got?
He came walking up to our checkpoint,
said he had a bomb strapped to him.
But he's sorry, doesn't want it to go off.
Then he starts begging us to take it off of him.
Help this man. He's not a bad man.
He's not a bad man? He got a bomb strapped to him.
This is a joke. He's trying to pull us closer.
Yeah. I got it. I got it.
All right. Look... Tell him to open his shirt slowly
and see what's inside.
Slowly. Slowly.
Jesus.
All right, Sergeant, I need a 75-meter perimeter.
- Get these guys back. - You heard what he said. Get back.
You tell him to get on his knees and touch the sky, okay?
Slowly.
Get down.
Okay, I need your radio.
- Can't we just shoot him? - No.
He's a a family man. He's not a bad man.
He's asking for help, only help.
Yeah, all right. You don't want to die, get back! I got it.
Listen, I know we've had our differences.
It happened, all right. It's water under the bridge.
This is suicide, man.
That's why they call it a suicide bomb, right?
Let's do this. Come on.
He says the bomb may have a timer, please hurry.
- We're good. Ready? - Yep.
Go get 'em.
- Keep your eyes out on these. - Yeah.
Get your hands up.
He says he has a family.
Please help him.
Now, listen.
Look. It'd be a lot easier for me to disarm this
if I just shoot you. Do you understand?
What's he saying?
He says I don't wish to die. I have a family... Please take this off me.
Tell him to put his hands behind his head or I'll be very happy to shoot him.
Look, that's not what I said.
Tell him to put his hands behind his head or I will shoot him.
Listen.
Listen, listen.
You understand?
Okay.
What do you got here?
He has four children.
Shit.
Sanborn, we got a timer. and we got a lot of wires, man.
I'm going to need a little help on this.
Roger that. Tell me what you need.
Bolt cutters.
You gotta get down here in two minutes or we're all fucked.
Roger that. I'll be there in 30 seconds.
He says, please, I have a family.
Sst.
I know. It's okay. You're all right. You're all right.
Please, don't leave me.
You weren't fuckin' kidding.
Nope. What's this made out of?
Oh, man.
That's case iron steel.
Shit.
What's our time?
- We got two minutes. - Shit.
We're going need a torch to get this off.
Well, we don't have one of those in the fucking truck, man.
He's dead, man.
Hold on, man. Let me think. Just let me think.
We're going to handle this. It's okay. We got this.
Shh, okay.
Now listen, you're gonna get back.
It's just we don't got enough time, Sanborn.
I just gotta... I gotta get these bolts off.
No. We got a minute and a half, man. We gotta get out of here.
- I'll handle this. Just go. - Come on, man.
Look, I'm right behind ya. Just go.
Fuck him! Come on. Let's go.
- Sanborn, I got the suit. Just go. - James!
Sanborn, you have 405 seconds. You have 45 seconds. Sanborn, leave.
You're fucking dead, man. Dead.
Go!
- Everybody get back! - Go, go!
We got one.
Go, get back.
I can't. There's too many locks. There's too many. I can't do it.
I can't get it off. I'm sorry. Okay.
You understand? I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. You hear me? I'm sorry.
- Get down now! - I can help him.
Get out of here. Go.
James!
Everybody up and out. James!
You all right?
Aw, man,
I fuckin' hate this place.
Here, man. Have a hit.
I'm not ready to die, James.
Well, you're not going to die out here, bro.
Another two inches.
Shrapnel zings by, slices my throat.
I bleed out like a pig in the sand.
Nobody'll give a shit.
I mean, my parents'll care, but they don't count, man. Who else?
I don't even have a son.
Well, you're going to have plenty of time for that, amigo.
- Naw, man. - You know?
I'm done.
I want a son.
I want a little boy, Will.
I mean, how do you do it, you know?
Take the risk?
I don't know, I just...
I guess I don't think about it.
But you realize every time you suit up,
every time we go out
it's life or death. You roll the dice
and you deal with it.
You recognize that, don't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
But I don't know why.
Yeah.
I don't know, JT. You know why I am the way I am?
Naw, I don't.
- Wow. You did some shopping. - Yeah.
I got some soda. We done?
You want to go get us some cereal and I'll meet you at the checkout?
Okay. Cereal.
Where?
Some guy drove his truck to the middle of an Iraqi market,
starts passing out free candies.
All the kids coming running up, the families stuff.
He detonates.
They're saying 59 are dead.
You know they need more bomb techs.
You want to chop those up for me?
Boing, boing, boing.
Yeah.
You love playing with that.
You love playing with all your stuffed animals.
You love your mommy, your daddy, your nature pajamas.
You love everything, don't you? Yeah.
You know what, buddy?
Once you get older,
some of the things that you love might not seem so special anymore.
Like your Jack in the Box.
Maybe you realize it's just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal
and then you forget the few things you really love.
And by the time you get to my age maybe it's only one or two things.
With me I think it's one.
- Welcome to Delta Company. - Sergeant.
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