Are we shooting?
What?
Are we shooting people or what?
Are we shooting?
That's what I'm asking you!
What's the answer?
I don't know the answer! That's what I'm trying to find out!
-Give me some gum. -I already gave you some.
I can see a grain of sand in there. I just can't get it out.
I think this guy has a weapon!
Yeah, he does!
Congratulations, my man, you shot yourself a raghead!
Dag. Didn't think I'd get to see anybody shot in this war.
Take my picture.
Spirits are high and the music is boisterous...
...as these young troops-- Shit, hold on a second.
Music is high and spirits are soaring as these-- Did I just say "soaring"?
How did it sound?
They say you exorcised the ghost of Vietnam with a clear moral imperative.
We liberated Kuwait.
And I had to start again With just my children and my wife
I would thank my lucky stars To be living here today
Because the flag Still stands for freedom
And they can't take that away
And I gladly stand up next to you
And defend her still today
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the U.S.A.
Trained warrior! Trained warrior!
Trained warrior! Oh, my God! Major Gates!
What's Adriana got?
Just the celebration story.
That's it? That story's evaporating.
The Iraqi POW story's evaporating.
Still have my gold story, though. Returning the gold to Kuwait.
What do you know about that?
They think it's in a bunker somewhere.
-What's going on? -I was about to ask you the same.
You said he was former Delta, he'd take care of me. What a bunch of bullshit!
-Let me handle this! -Doesn't she have an escort?
-She's right here. -Find her someone to fuck...
-...so she'll leave my escort alone. -That's unnecessary.
I don't want him going to other reporters and giving away my stories.
-You don't have any stories. -You don't tell people that!
Look at what's become of you!
Yes, look at me. I've got my clothes on! I'm dressed!
I will say you're old, Adriana.
I really don't need this shit, major. You understand me?
This is a media war! And you better get onboard!
We'll talk tomorrow, and I'll straight you out!
Take a picture!
One more!
Very handsome.
Good shot, Barlow!
Enough!
Captain's coming!
You better move your butts. He's coming right now!
Goddamn it! Where the hell did this booze come from? Get rid of it!
We gotta take more Iraqi prisoners tomorrow! Tomorrow!
Remove the magazine from your weapon.
Sling your weapon over your left shoulder, muzzle down.
Have both arms raised above your head.
Approach the multinational forces position slowly...
...with the lead soldier holding this document...
...above his head. If you do this, you will not die.
You will be processed as prisoners of war...
...provided food, shelter and clothing.
Do not resist.
If you do this, you get this.
If you surrender, you will get food and shelter. Okay?
Everything's cool. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Just relax.
Sir, you'll have to take the turban off as well.
Did you rape and torture anyone in Kuwait?
What about you, motherfucker?!
You're making them hysterical. Stop that. You'll get us in trouble.
Relax. We want everybody facedown.
Come on.
Get down.
Take these things off. No comprende English?
What is your fucking problem?!
Act in a more professional manner, please.
I want to be professional. He won't take his rags off.
Pay attention to how it's done. Excuse me, sir.
We'll need you to disrobe like all the other towelheads.
I hate to see it come to this. Strip him down.
Come on, motherfucker.
Take your fucking clothes off.
Come on!
Troy, come here! Check this out.
Freaky thing here, possibly!
There's a document in that guy's ass.
We got a classified situation.
You think he ate it?
It wouldn't come out perfect like that.
Pull it out, private.
Pull it out.
Man, I didn't join the Army to pull paper out of people's asses.
No, sir. Not what I signed up for.
Open it up.
You only gave me one glove.
I only have one, but you have to open it.
That's how the chain of command works.
What is it?
It's important enough to squeeze your cheeks for.
You're supposed to make her feel good about the stories we want.
You don't walk away from her and go screw another journalist!
I never wanted this job, Ron.
Your work in Iraq was over. Done!
I'm trying to help you. If you play your cards right...
...she may hook you up with the media at home.
Fuck that.
Where you going?
You got your star clinched.
So it's my fault that you plateaued a long time ago.
I don't even know what we did here.
Just tell me what we did here, Ron.
You want to occupy Iraq and do Vietnam again?
Is that your brilliant idea?
-I'm retiring anyway. -Until you do, you're an Army officer.
You're still taking care of that reporter, so do it right.
You've washed your hands a thousand times.
Lord knows what vermin live in the butt of a dune coon.
Why do you let this cracker follow you around?
He's from a group home in Dallas. He doesn't know better.
Don't tell people that.
I don't care if he's from Johannesburg.
I don't want to hear "dune coon" or "sand nigger" from him or anybody.
Captain uses those terms.
The point is, "towelhead" and "camel jockey" are good substitutes.
-Exactly. -I apologize.
It's confusing with all this pro-Saudi, anti-Iraqi type language and all that.
Did you get the aerials?
How'd you get those?
-Chief is hooked up. -Keep Walter on that door.
Would you take those fucking things off?
I never got to use night vision.
They do not work during the day!
They kind of work.
Just stand outside so Chief can translate my Iraqi ass map, okay?
Are you ready to work with me now?
I'm ready to work with you.
Good. Because I've got an amazing lead.
-It was in his ass. -That's not the real story.
-What's the real story? -It was in the guy's dick.
Pulled it out with tweezers.
A 1 0-page atlas of Saddam's bunkers?
Only real small, like those books you get in a box of Cracker Jacks.
They pull it out the guy ear.
-What? -"Out of his ear."
Maybe out the nose.
-What's he saying? -"The nose."
-Tell me what body part. -Let me handle this.
It was stitched in back of his head.
The back of his head.
-Who is the guy? -What guy?
The guy who found it!
-I cannot tell you. -Fuck that!
-You said you could. -Not now.
This guy doesn't know shit.
He doesn't know shit.
Listen to me. This guy is French Special Forces, and he can help us.
-He can? -Yes, and he's my friend.
But he won't talk to me if you're around.
You better not be fucking with me.
-I want the story this time. -You'll get the story.
These have to be Saddam's bunkers between Karbala and Nazaria.
What's inside?
According to Intel, Picasso, Sony, Armani, Rolex....
Kuwait was the Arab Beverly Hills, and Saddam jacked them for it.
I'd like to bring something home besides sand fleas.
One Rolex would get me a very nice house outside of Garland.
Five would get a Lexus convertible.
-Lexus doesn't make one. -Yes, they do.
It has room for a kid seat.
-Infiniti has a convertible, not Lexus. -Wrong.
The good Lord put this map in our path, and I believe we'll find something.
He could also put a land mine in our path.
I don't think so. I've been fire baptized, and this feels safe.
What are you talking about?
I have a ring of Jesus fire to guide my decisions.
You're putting me on, right?
Do I look like I'm putting you on?
Okay, ring of Jesus fire.
Halt!
Freeze, motherfucker!
Sir, this tent is restricted.
Get out of my way.
Mayday! Mayday! Goddamn it!
Good afternoon.
Would this be the proctology tent?
No, sir.
Maybe it's a urology tent.
Or the neurology tent.
Or the ear, nose and throat tent.
Captain's at a staff meeting, sir.
Captain a proctologist?
What's a proctologist, sir?
Doesn't matter.
I'm not looking for him. I'm looking for Barlow.
You're on the path to truth when you smell shit. Isn't that what they say?
I don't recognize you, sir. Are you in this division?
He's not from this division. He's Special Forces.
Did you present this map to your captain?
Not yet, sir.
I'll take it to him.
That's not necessary, sir. I can take it to him.
Don't get grabby, sergeant.
He's our C.O. I'd have to tell him you took it.
That won't do either of us any good, will it?
No, sir.
Sit down.
-What do you see here? -Bunkers, sir.
-What's in them? -Stuff they stole from Kuwait.
Bullshit. I'm talking about millions in Kuwaiti bullions.
The little cubes you put in hot water and make soup?
No, not the little cubes you put in hot water to make soup.
Gold bricks.
Saddam stole it from the sheiks. I have no problem stealing it from Saddam.
My guess is, he's divided these bricks into several different stashes.
Just one stash would be easy for us to take from his deserting army.
That'd be enough to get us out of our day jobs.
Unless you reservists are in love with your day jobs.
I don't really have a day job, sir.
First thing we have to do is...
...make sure this is more than a love letter to an Iraqi.
It's a series of bunkers outside Karbala, sir.
-Maybe. -Definitely, sir.
The recon photos match.
We'll see.
Dag!
It's what makes SF so badass. We got the best flashlights.
Still looks like a series of bunkers.
Three villages a little farther to the east.
-Seventy-five clicks north. -More like 65.
Way north of any allied troops.
Perfect. We don't want any troops around.
Just us and a Humvee up by the Euphrates River Valley.
Where they put Moses in the basket.
That's Egypt.
We three kings be stealing the gold
Quiet down!
My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends
Will you shut up?
Are you done singing?
What about mines, sir?
Grid was swept by the 82nd. We'll stick to the roads.
Will we need a deuce-and-a-half?
-It's easier in a Humvee. -What if we have a lot to carry?
We'll grab an Iraqi truck. It's better cover.
-We could say we captured it. -That's right.
We leave at dawn, back before lunch. No big deal.
-What's the guy's name outside? -Walter, sir.
Bolo! Get in here!
-Who's Bolo? -A guy who doesn't know what he's doing.
Yes, sir.
Get this reporter off my back. You know who Adriana Cruz is?
-Reporter on NBS, sir. -That's right.
Tell her I'm checking a story, and you're bringing her to meet me.
-In Iraq? -No.
I'll give you a fake copy of this map.
Take her on a ride that lasts all morning...
...and goes nowhere near the villages outside Karbala.
When you don't find me, it'll be because you got lost. Is that clear?
Any other questions?
Is it true that to be SF, you got to cut off an enemy's ear?
-Are you able to control him? -Yes, sir. He'll be fine.
Let's get ready to roll in the morning.
All right, here we go, ma'am!
Pull!
Let me get some, Chief!
I gave you a better arc!
What do you mean?
I threw the ball at a higher arc.
Bullshit!
Blacks make better receivers than quarterbacks.
Stop speaking right now.
Warren Moon is one of the best in the league.
Houston's gone nowhere with Warren Moon.
-Randall Cunningham? -Don't get in the mud with him.
Eagles'll never get to Super Bowl with Cunningham.
Doug Williams not only took the Redskins to the Super Bowl, but they won!
We can all agree there are many excellent black quarterbacks.
Let's see what you can hit.
Sorry-ass cracker! You'll never hit no Iraqi!
I'll hit an Iraqi. I'll blow his head off!
If he talks like that, ignore him, or it'll get worse.
You're right. Just can't help myself sometimes.
Watch this!
-What was that? -A rigged football C-4, sir.
Why'd you do that?
You said we could fire some rounds when we left camp.
I said you could fire a few rounds.
We didn't get to see any action.
-You want to see some action? -Yeah, I do, sir.
Is this what you're after?
We dropped a lot of bombs out here.
We also buried a lot of guys alive.
The only action we seen was on CNN, except for that dude Troy shot.
-Shot him in the neck? -That's right, sir.
Fucking badass. I was there. Took him out at 400 yards.
Head popped up in the air.
Crazy shot, man!
You know anything about gunshot wounds?
-I don't know. -Specifically.
The worst thing about a gunshot, provided you survive the bullet...
...is sepsis.
Infection of the blood.
Say a bullet tears into you--
Creates a cavity of dead tissue. That cavity...
...it fills up with bile and bacteria. You're fucked.
But we're going to do this without firing any shots...
...and just to be sure, we'll do a dry run.
So get your suits on.
Now, we will say that the cow is a primary guard outside the bunker.
Pull up fast, stop short.
Move very aggressively. Got it?
Got it!
Let's go!
Who's hurt?
It's all cow.
Yeah, it's all cow.
Y'all see that cow's head shoot up?
Just like a cartoon. It's fucking crazy.
You said this area was swept for mines.
Wasn't a mine. It was a cluster bomb. They're hard to see.
Get in the Humvee. We're moving on.
Round, round, get around I get around
Yeah, get around I get around
We go in fast, leave the safeties on.
Hit them with the blinding power of American sunshine.
Where's the bunker?
There. No, there!
Orders from the President of the United States of America!
Stay back!
On the ground, right now!
We are the Army of the United States of America!
Stay back!
No milk! Baby milk!
Baby milk!
Let's go!
Let's go! Step aside! Move!
Orders from President Bush! Part of the cease-fire agreement.
Clear. Let's move!
United States military!
We are here for your protection and safety, all right?
Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground!
Order from the United States.
Shit!
Again!
-Freeze! -I love the United State of freedom.
I am hate Saddam.
Let him go!
No problem, my friend.
No problem.
Tell him to shut up. Be quiet.
I am love United State of freedom.
I'm love United States of freedom too.
-Just calm down and be quiet, okay? -I am friend!
I am friend.
You look for chemical weapon?
-We look for the gold. -No gold here.
No gold.
-What did he say? -No gold, my friend.
He says there's no gold here!
Where's the gold?
-Kill him. -You want to die?!
-Other bunker, other village! -Other bunker?
-Not this bunker? -No. Not this town.
That town?
That town! Yes! That town.
Let's go.
It's milk.
Please bring medicine!
Please help us.
Come on!
Off the vehicle!
Ma'am, you'll have to step down from the vehicle!
Hospital!
Food. Food.
Give them the M.R.E.s! Let's go!
Take that. Take that.
He's taking the water away from that woman!
Heads up!
Here you go.
Look out! Get off!
Give that back to the boy!
Take me, take me!
You can't come with us!
Right here, right now.
What was going on back there, major?
Civilians spitting on soldiers, soldiers shooting civilians.
They ignored us like we weren't there.
They surrendered to us. They're after civilians now.
Why'd they blow up that milk truck?
Trying to starve the people out.
Why?
Bush told the people to rise up against Saddam.
They thought they had our support.
Now they're getting slaughtered.
So where's the next bunker?
About 20 clicks on the map, according to what that guy said.
No, it's not.
There's something about that well.
-What well? -The well in the center of town.
There were soldiers guarding it. I bet there's a bunker in there.
Guy lied to us.
It's back where we came from.
I don't know if I can do this, okay?
I got a family.
If I'm gonna shit in a bag for life 'cause I got shot after the war...
...that'd be pretty stupid, wouldn't it?
What's the most important thing in life?
What are you talking about?
What's the most important thing?
-Respect. -Too dependent on other people.
-What, love? -A little Disneyland, isn't it?
God's will.
Close.
What is it, then?
Necessity.
As in...?
People do what is most necessary to them at any given moment.
Now, what is most necessary to Saddam's troops is to put down the uprising.
We can do what we want. They won't touch us.
All right. I'll be wearing fashionable Kevlar.
Me too.
Come on, Conrad.
Where the hell are the bunkers?
Supposed to be right around here.
How about these fires?
I already did this story, goddamn it!
How about a rare pelican migration out by the marshes?
Fuck that! Stop the car!
I don't see any bunkers. Do you?
We'll find Major Gates, ma'am.
Bullshit. All we're finding is Ukrainian cranes.
Pelicans.
This story has been so done. A waste of my fucking time.
Look at these poor fucking birds.
All covered in some kind of fucking oil, ecological catastrophic....
Fuck it!
It's so goddamn horrible!
Jesus Christ!
Poor fucking birds!
Look at them.
It's so sad.
You're not gonna fuck me.
I was promised the gold story, and I'm driving.
Military regulations. You cannot drive!
Step away from the Chenowth, ma'am!
Don't make me shoot you, ma'am!
Please fucking stop!
Will you tell me where he is?
-I can't tell you! -Bullshit!
-Where is he? -I can't--!
Come on, bitch! Tell me where he is!
You'll die here like these fucking birds!
It's a village near Karbala!
All right! Let's go to Karbala.
Get down!
Don't make me smoke your ass, Abdul. We'll have no nonsense this time.
You fucking liar!
Freeze!
By orders of the cease-fire signed in Safwan, March 3rd...
...the United States military hereby confiscates...
...all materials stolen by Iraq from the state of Kuwait.
That means everything you took is going back!
Stay calm and we'll get through this quickly.
Is that clear? Good!
Grab him!
Keep your finger off the trigger!
Sorry about that, sir.
No.
For wife!
I'm divorced.
Newest and best.
Newest and best has better noise reduction.
Less distortion. Get on the ground.
This is bad music. This is bad for you.
I want you to tell me where the gold is.
There's another door over here.
He is prisoner. It's okay.
These rebel Iraq problem!
We take outside so they don't bother you.
You open that door now.
Open that door!
Let's go!
Get down on the ground!
The prisoner stay!
Get on the ground!
The prisoners must stay!
Listen to me. Everything you stole from Kuwait belongs to us now. Understand?
Put it back.
Why?
We stick to the plan for the gold. We're not thieves.
We're returning Kuwaiti bullion, correct?
Full.
I'm getting a fleet of Lexus convertibles.
I told you Lexus don't make a convertible.
I'll bet you a Lexus they do.
You're on, but it won't be a convertible. I guarantee you.
You all right?
It landed on my foot.
They definitely didn't get here in these bags.
The tensilary strength in these is only 200 pounds.
-What? -Tensilary strength.
He works at an airport.
If we put it in one of these Vuitton bags...
...they can hold about 65 pounds, maybe more.
You have any more luggage?
United States military is in charge here.
I saw a truck out by the gas station.
What gas station?
The one upstairs.
Let's see what U-Haul has on the lot.
We need a truck.
Did we get it?
-We got it. -Is it a lot?
You have no idea. Are you cool here?
They've been ignoring me.
Don't worry about it. Stay calm. I'm going to find a truck.
Move!
Move away from the vehicle!
Let's go!
You take the Kuwaiti gold, yes?
We take the Kuwaiti gold, yes.
-Saddam cannot keep? -No, Saddam cannot keep.
Saddam have many problem today.
He certainly does.
You need help to carry?
I think we'll be all right.
These man help you.
And then you go away fast from all this bullshit.
Keep it going, keep it going.
Don't leave. Please don't leave.
Don't leave!
Look!
Help!
Look!
Help!
Please!
Don't go. Don't go.
You go now, please.
I don't think so.
This man is leader of uprising.
Let's just stick to the plan! The plan is for the gold!
We can help these people, then we'll be on our way.
That's not why we're here! Let's go!
Cover me.
No unnecessary shots, Conrad, because we know what they do.
They make infected pockets full of bile, sir.
That's right. That's what they do.
I want you to leave this town.
Saddam kill us if we leave. Kill our family!
We give you the gold. Now U.S.A. out of Iraq.
No shooting.
Okay, we work something out.
Easy! Take it easy!
What's happening?
Accident. Stay cool.
Put your hands up.
I'm okay.
Get down!
Shut up! Get down!
Get down! Shut up.
-Put the people in the Humvee. -What?!
Put the people in the Humvee!
-There's no room! -Make room!
What happened to necessity?
It just changed!
Not for me! Let's go!
What if that was you?!
What if this was you without Kevlar?!
Great. A fucking tank!
That should send us on our way!
L.A.W., sir?
Let's get the hell out of here.
It's about fucking time!
Ride in that Humvee. Let's go! in the Humvee!
Come on, sweetheart, come on.
Hurry up!
Let's go!
Stupid son of a bitch! We were home free!
Give me that arm.
What's that tank doing?
I don't know. Looks like it stopped.
They broke the cease-fire.
You better do something.
Mortar!
It's gas!
Where's my mask?
Where's my fucking mask?
Where's my mask?!
Mine!
Stop! Stop!
Wait! Those are mines!
Come back this way.
Stop!
No, this isn't sarin. We'd be dead already!
-What is it? Mustard? -C.S.
Tear gas?
Times 1 0.
Come here.
Put this on.
Here, you take it.
See that? That's a mine!
Don't step there! Do not step there!
Where's your kids?
Cover your face. Come here.
Where are your children?
What happened to your children?
Watch your back!
Freeze! Don't move!
-What's going on? -I don't know.
It's okay. They're helping us. They're with the rebels.
They got a shelter.
Tunnel.
Go, go. Get in!
I gotta look for Barlow.
Where's Troy?
Wait a minute! Where's Troy?
We gotta get out of here.
Where is Troy?
-Come on! -Get off me!
Let's go!
You motherfucker! Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me!
We have to go back and get Troy.
He's not out there. We have to wait till it clears.
You made a choice in the village, and we lost Troy.
-I had no choice. -You had a choice!
I had no choice.
What about Troy? What choice does he have now?
Paco, start shooting!
I don't like this.
We should go!
Let me handle this.
Get dressed!
I said okay!
Fuck!
Do you speak English?
Could you...?
I have a little problem.
I need to know the number. What number, please?
Operation Desert Storm.
I'm sorry. I need to know the number.
The big army in the desert. It's an emergency!
You'll have to give me more--
Fuck! Maybe--
Come on, come on, come on!
Honey, it's me.
Oh, my God! Baby, I was hoping it was you!
It's me, honey.
God, the baby's crying.
How's she doing?
She hasn't slept good, and Mom had to go back to work, so I'm real tired.
-I wish I was there to help, gooney bird. -When are you coming home?
I'm working on that right now.
I saw an ad for a computer job. You want me to set up an interview?
-Listen, honey-- -What date are you coming home?
We don't have an exact date yet, but--
If I knew, I could set up this interview--
-Listen to me! -What's happening?
-What was that? -The wall just exploded.
I thought the war was over.
It is and it isn't. Could you call the reserve center?
What do you want me to do?
Tell the duty NCO I'm stuck in a bunker near 223 north, outside Karbala.
223 north, outside Karbala.
-Everything's okay? -I don't want you to worry.
I tried to do something for the family, and....
I just want you to know--
Know what?
-I love you. -What's going on?
Just tell Krystal.
Tell her I'm rich, and if things work out, she'll be taken care of.
What are you saying?
I gotta go, gooney bird! I love you!
Spirits are high, and music is soaring...
...as these young troops celebrate the liberation of Kuwait.
The mood here is boisterous and giddy, as these troops are--
I'm being held by a bunker outside-- Shit! Wait!
I'm being held captive by Iraqi troops outside a bunker near the gritty city--
Wait. Cut, cut!
You said "gritty city" again.
Who gives a shit?! These people are dying, for chrissake!