[ Exhales ]
[ Bird squawking ]
[ Exhales ]
MATTHEWS: Nothin'...
Hit n' run...
Whoever it was... they're gone.
The w*r's over.
He got the memo.
[Sighs]
Ize.
[ Bird squawking ]
Allen.
Ize!
What?
We got no movement.
Not a sign of a shadow...
How long we been here, man?
-29--
- MATTHEWS: Jesus.
[Sighs]
MATTHEWS: There's nobody
f*cking out there, man.
'Less he's a pro.
MATTHEW S: A Ha“?
ISSAC: I'm just saying, maybe.
MATTHEWS: Right.
ISSAC: Six construction guys
on that pipeline.
Two-man security escort.
MATTHEWS: Yep.
Look at 'em.
MATTHEWS: What?
Not one body
near to anything resembling cover.
That's just f*ck' weird to me.
Don't mean sh*t, man.
Means he took 'em out
pretty f*ck' fast.
[ Making clicking noises ]
And I think they're all
f*ck' headshots, too.
Oh, f*ck off, look...
...check out our boy
with the radio,
he got the call out?
[Sighs]
ISSAC: Yep.
MATTHEWS:
That ain't a headshot lze.
Okay, fine, so one
without a f*cking headshot.
[ Matthews chuckles ]
I mean, eight guys,
thirty seconds.
You're sayin' a Haji
went in there with a semi-auto?
Said he might be a pro.
Oh, right.
We're dealing with Juba now?
Might be.
[Sighs]
I'm just saying.
That Wall's cursed...
It's a wall, man.
You're scared of a f*ck' wall?
Nah, I'm scared
of what's behind it.
Could be two Hajis,
sucking each other off
behind that thing.
MATTHEWS: Hey.
What's there is there.
Rest of that sh*t's
in your head,
you understand?
[Wind blowing]
He'?
ISAAC:
Mm-hmm?
What's your vote now,
got anyone out there?
Nah, I mean,
I was 6O percent sure,
now I'm like 80...
I don't think so...
or... yep, he's a PTO-
MATTHEWS:
Oh, f*ck off.
Probably the same
as it always is.
Four or five Hajis
came in and bushwhacked 'em.
ISAAC:
Mm-hmm.
That would make sense.
[Sighs]
Maybe.
[ Isaac stifling laughter]
Or... he's a pro.
[lsaaclaughs]
I'm f*ck' hot.
I'm calling it.
ISAAC:
Ah, see, f*ck you, man.
I knew that's what
you wanted to do--
I'm f*cking with you, man!
What, are you
f*cking hungry again?
Already had four or five MREs,
gorilla f*ck.
I'm not f*ck' sitting here
dancing around
your super-theories
that a f*ck' super-sn*per's
down there, bro.
No f*ck' way a Haji
sticks around this long.
You shittin'me?
I'm f*ck' hot as sh*t.
My ba*ls have
melted into one f*ck' ball...
Later you're on duty,
you're gonna pry these apart,
all right?
Oh, yeah,
if I can f*ck' find it.
And you're gonna
f*ck' like it, too.
[ Exhales ]
I shoulda joined
the f*ck' Air Force.
No, you're too f*ck' big
for the Air Force.
You'd bring
the whole thing down.
Hey, I'm serious, man...
get down.
I'm serious, too.
I'm goin' down there,
grabbing that guy's radio,
comm' back up here,
and we are getting
the f*ck gone.
Yeah, Roger that.
-[ Radio beeps ]
- Comm' check.
Yup, yup, check, check.
[Wind blowing]
Where've you gone?
Oh, yep-
MATTHEWS:
Movement?
You look f*ck'
rigid as sh*t...
How's that one ball?
Oh, real nice, real smart!
MATTHEWS: You'll always be
number one to me, my man.
[ Isaac chuckles]
-[ Radio beeps ]
- You got eyes on that wall?
ISAAC: I got eyes on your a*s...
Uh, shake that booty.
Uh, yeah, there it is.
Uh... Ooh, there we go,
there it is.
I think your tampon
just fell out.
MATTHEWS: Damn right,
that'd usually cost you 25 bucks.
? I'll make love to you a'
? Like you want me to 4'
[ indistinct radio chatter]
ISAAC:
You're clear 360.
Keep them eyes open.
Just watch my six.
ISAAC:
Roger that.
Yep, we're f*ck' solo
out here.
Lonely as f*ck.
[Wind blowing]
[ Flies buzzing ]
f*ck.
MATTHEWS:
I'm getting closer here--
you got eyes on that wall?
ISAAC:
Roger that.
sh*t.
MATTHEWS:
What?
ISAAC: Ah, this--
Man, this f*ck' thing's
foggin' up, man.
MATTHEWS: You have got
to get rid of that sh*t.
It was Dean's.
MATTHEWS: f*ck Dean.
Dean was a b*tch.
Yeah, f*ck Dean.
Dean was a b*tch.
MATTHEWS:
Bad juju carrying around
a dead man's scope.
[ Flies buzzing ]
Something's not right.
What?
Talk to me, man, talk to me.
What's going on down there?
MATTHEWS:
lze. They are headshots, man.
ISAAC: Can you tell
where they came from?
You know what, f*ck it.
Get the hell out of there, bro.
Hey, lze, just check the --
-[ g*nsh*t]
-[ Groans ]
[ g*nsh*t reverberating ]
MATTHEWS: Ah, sh*t, I'm hit!
f*ck, man, f*ck, I f*cked up...
ISAAC:
f*ck!
[ Gasping ]
f*ck! sh*t!
Hang on, buddy, I'm coming down.
[ Softly]
Oh, sh*t.
[ Panting ]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nsh*t]
-[ b*llet ricocheting ]
- Ah!
They see me out there.
They see me out there.
MATTHEWS: Back up! Back up!
Take cover!
They see you out there.
MATTHEWS: Take cover!
What are you doing, man?
- Go, get away from me, man!
-[ g*nshots ]
Go! Go!
- Go!
-[ Isaac groans ]
Back up! Ah, f*ck' sh*t!
[g*nsh*t]
[ Isaac groans ]
MATTHEWS:
Take cover!
Get down!
[Groaning]
[ Panting ]
f*ck!
Oh, sh*t! f*ck!
[ Continues panting ]
Fu-- f*ck!
[ Groans ]
[ Matthews groaning ]
Sar'nt! Sar'nt Matthews!
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!
Ah, sh*t!
[ Groaning ]
f*ck, I'm sorry!
-[ Indistinct radio]
- sh*t.
MATTHEWS: No f*cking Way!
Ah, sh*t! Okay, uh...
...my brother, f*ck' tell RJ,
you gotta tell him, okay?
What about RA'?
RJ. Tell f*ck' RJ that--
I got, I got f*ck'--
I got f*ck' 22 grand, man.
22 grand...
Stop-- Stop-- Stop talking, bro.
MATTHEWS:
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to f*ck' do.
[ Matthews groans ]
[ Panting ]
Tourniquet...
use your f*cking tourniquet...
f*ck. Tourniquet...
use your f*cking tourniquet!
Ize...
lze,I need
your f*ck' help, man.
I can't! You know that--
MATTHEWS: No, no, no, no,
f*ck', the radio, the radio!
[ Groans ]
f*ck! f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck...
MATTHEWS: You got it?
f*ck.
MATTHEWS:
f*ck, man, you got it?
One second!
[ Groans ]
[ Continues groaning ]
Oh... Oh, God!
Come on.
Breaker! Breaker! Do I--?
- Aw, sh*t!
-[ Indistinct radio chatter]
Break, break, break,
Spartan Thirty Tree,
requesting extraction.
f*ck!
What the f*ck?
sh*t.
sh*t.
No,no,no,no.
No,no,no.
No, no, no, f*ck.
You f*ck' piece of sh*t.
Oh, f*ck!
f*ck' f*ck!
Break, break, break,
Spartan Thirty Tree,
requesting extraction!
Break, break, break,
Spartan Three Tree,
requesting extraction!
MATTHEWS:
Radio com?
He hit my f*ck' antenna!
He hit the f*cking antenna, man.
[Wind rustling]
f*ck.
You got eyes on him?
I think I got a shot.
What?
MATTHEWS: I'm goin' for it, man.
You got eyes?
f*ck'... Sar'nt Matthews?
Sar'nt Matthews!
Saflnfl
No, no, no, no, no... he'd sh**t you
before you even get...
Sarn't Matthews, you hear me?
MATTHEWS:
I'm here.
Hang in there.
Please f*ck' hang in there.
MATTHEWS:
You got eyes on him?
Come on, man.
Where'd it come from?
I don't f*ck' know...
I don't know.
MATTHEWS: Crack bang.
What's the distance?
Okay... Crack bang...
Crack bang...
MATTHEWS: Didn't you hear it?
Crack bang, how many seconds?
[ Indistinct]
MATTHEWS:
lze... you didn't f*ck' gauge?
Listen, man,
I got one shot at him.
Don't f*ck' touch that r*fle, man!
The second you touch
that f*cking r*fle, you're dead.
Hold on!
[ Panting ]
[ Groans ]
f*ck!
[Wind blowing]
[ Screams ]
f*ck!
[Groaning]
All right.
Shane, I got eyes on--
Sar'nt Matthews?
Sar'nt Matthews,
you f*ck' hear me?
Shane!
Oh, man... God.
You didn't bleed out...
Come on, man, get up --
--get up
and dress that wound, man...
[ Groans ]
[ Continues groaning ]
f*ck.f*ck.
[ Groans ]
[ Muffled groaning ]
[ Muffled screaming ]
[Whimpering]
[ Sobbing ]
You f*ck.
f*ck. f*ck it.
f*ck.f*ck.
God!
[ Gasping ]
MAN ON RADIO:
Last transmission...
Come in... How do you copy?
Come in...
Last transmission...
Come in...
How do you copy?
How do you read us?
[ Static ]
Last transmission...
How do you copy?
How do you copy?
This is Spartan Thirty Tree.
How copy?
MAN ON RADIO:
Reading you Lima Charlie, over.
This is Spartan Thirty Tree...
...receiving enemy fire.
Requesting dust off--
I got a man down--
There's a sh**ter--
got us pinned,
me, got me pinned--
requesting medevac, I repeat,
I repeat, requesting medevac.
MAN ON RADIO:
What's your position, over?
Uh... Uh, Grid Hotel Whiskey
seven, two, zero, three.
MAN ON RADIO:
Copy that. Stand by.
[ Groans ]
[ Exhales ]
Oh, God.
Hey,Shane,
we're goin' home, buddy!
[Sighs]
[Wind rustling]
[ Chuckles ]
About f*ck' time...
[ Radio static ]
[ Exhales ]
All right, come on.
This is Spartan Tree Tree...
are you there, over?
Okay.
MAN ON RADIO:
Reading you, Lima Charlie.
You're on a radio feed,
and we do not want
to move beyond range
of your signal.
Do you COPY?
Beyond range of my signal?
You're already
in my local radio.
Are you close?
MAN ON RADIO:
Need a confirm on your ID, over.
This is Sar'nt Allen Isaac,
I have Staff Sar'nt
Shane Matthews here with me,
but he's down, possibly KIA...
I don't know.
He's not responding, so...
Over.
MAN ON RADIO:
We copy Spartan Tree Tree.
Prepping medevac.
[ Softly ]
Okay-
[ Exhales ]
Oh, Jesus Christ.
All right,
you little f*ck, you.
[ Exhales ]
f*cking NATO round.
g*dd*mn.
No, we got a sh**ter,
high-caliber weapon.
Requesting UAV.
MAN ON RADIO:
We need your challenge code
before we send in medevac.
Whoa, wait.
Say that again?
MAN ON RADIO:
Requesting your challenge code.
What the f*ck is...?
No, but... umm...
Who is this?
MAN ON RADIO:
This is Captain Otis Simmons.
I need your challenge code
if I'm going to get you
and your Staff Sar'nt medevac.
Uh, Romeo... no--
No, wait, I didn't say
I needed medical assistance.
Do you COPY?
MAN ON RADIO:
Copy that. I assumed.
But this is protocol.
[ Radio static ]
Well, f*ck me,
how do I know that?
Huh? That you are
who you say you are?
Allen Isaac.
You and your Staff Sergeant
Shane Matthews
made an overnight worm
into a killzone
to investigate a potential sn*per
and report back to us.
Okay, okay...
All right, I'm sorry.
I'm a little f*cked up.
Uh, listen, you gotta bring
a heavy escort...
This guy's a f*cking as*h*le.
[Wind blowing]
[ Exhales ]
[ Radio static ]
Where do you keep goin'?
MAN ON RADIO:
Do you have a flare, sergeant?
Do you COPY?
Uh, yeah, no, I don't...
I have an M4 and a sidearm.
MAN ON RADIO:
I need you to stand
and fire into the air.
We need to get
a lock on your position.
What the f*ck?
This ain't ranger school!
The f*ck' sh0oter'll get
a f*ck' lock on my position.
MAN ON RADIO:
Well, I can't help you
unless I know your location.
Do you COPY?
f*ck it.
A lotta f*ck' help, you've been
so f*ck' far, m*therf*cker.
This is f*ck' stupid.
This ain't f*ck' protocol.
MAN ON RADIO:
Sergeant,
we need your exact location
to send in medevac.
Say that again?
MAN ON RADIO:
I need your location.
No, my rank, what's my rank?
[ Accented ]
MAN ON RADIO: Sergeant.
[ Scoffs ]
You, uh...
You got an accent.
Not American.
MAN ON RADIO: You have
seen through my camouflage.
The f*ck are you talking 'bout?
MAN ON RADIO: I'm talking
about hiding behind words...
like you're hiding
behind that wall.
You...
Motherfu...
Oh, sh*t.
[ Groans ]
You... f*ck!
MAN ON RADIO:
I've got a question for you.
Your friend, is he dead?
He looks- He looks dead to me.
This is Spartan Thirty Three,
sending in the blind.
MAN ON RADIO:
But maybe he is just unconscious.
I got a man down!
MAN ON RADIO:
Shall I make sure?
I got a sn*per,
I got an enemy sn*per...
Requesting medevac!
MAN ON RADIO:
Shall I sh**t him in the head?
I repeat, I repeat,
requesting...
MAN ON RADIO:
Does he have a wife? Children?
[ Stones falling ]
Will they enjoy a closed casket,
if I take his face off?
All right, all right,
shut the f*ck up, man.
All right stop, stop,
stop, stop.
[Sighs]
Is there something
that you want?
MAN ON RADIO:
Yes.
Well, I don't know nothin'.
I'm a buck sar'nt.
They don't tell me sh*t,
so... f*ck you.
MAN ON RADIO:
That's not what I want.
Oh, what do you want?
You want f*ck' twelve virgins
or somethin'?
MAN ON RADIO:
I want to get to know you.
I just want to get to know you.
Will you allow that?
[ Gasping ]
Hey, you're f*cking with me.
MAN ON RADIO:
I was.
But you figured it out.
So now, let's be real.
It's just you and me out here.
So what do you say?
Yeah, I'll talk to you.
MAN ON RADIO:
Good.
Where are you from?
No, listen, I don't know
sh*t about you,
so why don't you go first?
MAN ON RADIO:
Me?
There is nothing to say.
No story.
ISAAC: Uh, you're the one
who wants to get chatty, bro.
Why ain't you saying anything?
Huh?
MAN ON RADIO:
Okay. I'll start.
I am just...
a regular Iraqi man.
A civilian.
A civilian, my a*s.
Crack bang.
One, two, three, four, five...
[ Exhales ]
Okay, one, two, three,
four, five...
One, two, three, four, five...
One, two, three, four, five...
Okay, one, two, three,
four, bang.
Four plus four...
Four plus four...
eight hundred plus...
[Sighs]
Okay.
b*llet... 45, 50, 60,
That gives me, 1,500.
Okay, okay.
At the wall, me, Matthews.
Crane, construction site,
trailers, flagpole.
MAN ON RADIO:
And you?
What about me?
MAN ON RADIO:
Are you a regular American?
ISAAC:
Uh, yeah. Regular Joe.
MAN ON RADIO:
A regular G.l. Joe...
Army ranger or marine?
You worked
in our f*ck' ranks, huh?
Had our training,
then you f*ck' backstab us.
Look, these f*ck' guys
were building pipelines.
Building up your f*ck' economy,
you as*h*le.
[ Groans ]
MAN ON RADIO:
Pipelines, huh?
For our economy?
Yeah, that's f*ck' money.
Infrastructure,
education, schools.
These guys
were f*cking contractors.
Not here to fight.
w*r's over, bro.
MAN ON RADIO:
Bro?
Whatever, man.
MAN ON RADIO: it's an interesting
choice of words.
And yet I disagree with you,
bro.
The w*r's not over...
Definitely not for you.
You say-- you say a lot
of f*ck' fancy words.
What are you, Haji Shakespeare
or some sh*t?
MAN ON RADIO:
Shakespeare?
Military lingo is all poetry.
Battle rattle, ghetto grip...
Johnny Jihad, friendly fire...
It's your turn, Isaac.
Or should I say lze?
What?
What-- what do you mean,
it's my turn?
What do you want me to say?
MAN ON RADIO:
Tell me where you're from.
Where's your family?
I'm not talking
'bout f*cking family.
Oh, God!
[ Gasps ]
MAN ON RADIO:
Okay, then tell
about your brothers and sisters
at arms.
That's a negative, too, bro.
MAN ON RADIO: I don't want
any military secrets.
Just stories.
Eat a d*ck.
MAN ON RADIO: I will sh**t
Matthews if you don't talk.
Go ahead.
MAN ON RADIO:
Yes?
[Grunting ]
He is your second loss...
...first, Dean, now Matthews.
How the f*ck
do you know about Dean?
MAN ON RADIO:
Keep talking.
No. f*ck you. How?
[ Gasping ]
MAN ON RADIO:
You carry his scope around.
What was it your sergeant said?
A dead man's scope?
[ Gasping ]
How old are you?
MAN ON RADIO:
Just tell me something, Isaac.
Tell me about your comrades.
Or I will sh**t Matthews' face off.
[Coughing]
Okay.
[Continues coughing ]
Uh... yeah.
Uh, we, uh, we play ball.
MAN ON RADIO:
I beg your pardon?
Uh...
Yeah, me and the squad.
We, uh, play in the afternoon.
Uh, get baked in the Iraqi sun.
Uh, nothing else to do.
No w*r to fight.
MAN ON RADIO:
Baked... what does that mean?
Baked, like, you know, tanned.
MAN ON RADIO:
Go on.
Go on?
MAN ON RADIO:
What about Sergeant Matthews,
did he get baked?
Did Dean?
I ain't talking
about f*ck' Dean with you.
You [“fly fiucKm' Ha“.
MAN ON RADIO: If I were you,
I would start talking, Isaac.
Tell me about Dean.
What's the obsession, huh?
What the f*ck?
MAN ON RADIO:
It's interesting to me.
The bond between you
and your brothers.
And I will sh**t Matthews
if you do not speak.
I'm looking at him right now.
It would be so easy
to tear his face off.
His family won't even
recognize him.
Is that what you want, lze?
[ Bird squawking ]
[Sighs]
You should just answer
my questions.
All right, all right.
[Wind blowing]
MAN ON RADIO:
So, tell me about Dean's scope.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh... Oh, f*ck.
MAN ON RADIO: I can see it
at the base of the wall there.
Why do you keep it?
f*ck.
MAN ON RADIO:
Now, you said it's broken.
Why would you carry around
a broken scope, Isaac?
Oh, shut the f*ck up, man.
How's this end?
How the f*ck this end?
MAN ON RADIO:
I'm sorry?
I said, how the f*ck's it end?
What's the f*ck' endgame?
MAN ON RADIO:
There's no endgame.
I'm just enjoying
our conversation.
No, stop!
f*ck' stop, all right?
You're not gonna
get to know me.
MAN ON RADIO: I feel
like I know you better already.
No, you f*cking don't!
You don't know sh*t!
MAN ON RADIO: You're dehydrated,
I know that.
That's why I aimed
at your water bottle.
No, you didn't...
You f*ck'
was trying to hit me.
MAN ON RADIO:
No, the water bottle.
[ Scoffs ]
Nobody's that f*ck' accurate.
MAN ON RADIO:
And your antenna.
No f*cking way.
MAN ON RADIO:
And your knee.
I know the popliteal vein
in your leg
carries enough blood
that no matter what kind
of bandaging you have,
you will still be sitting
in a puddle of plasma.
You're feeling fatigued,
lightheaded.
And you will bleed out
before nightfall.
What the f*ck is going on
with this sh*t...
...you f*ck?
[Grunts]
You psychotic m*therf*cker.
What do you want from me, huh?
Oh, f*ck!
[Grunting ]
[Groaning]
f*ck' flank me?
f*ck' Haji.
[ Radio static ]
Hey, where'd you
keep f*ck' going, huh?
No, no, you're tryin' to f*ck'
circle my wall, ain't you?
Huh?
Tryin' to circle round my wall,
m*therf*cker?
MAN ON RADIO:
That's ironic.
Yeah, I'm right, huh?
MAN ON RADIO:
You say "my wall".
The very wall your country
came here to knock down,
you now try desperately
to keep from falling.
Oh, you find that
f*ck' funny, huh?
MAN ON RADIO: You should know:
that wall you are hiding behind,
was actually part of a school.
Yeah, well, I'll piss on it.
That's what I think
about your f*ck' wall.
MAN ON RADIO: You're hiding
in the shadow of Islam.
No, I'm hiding in the shadow
of f*ck' death.
I'm in the f*ck' shadow
of death.
[ Gasping ]
Nice try.
That's gotta be a 20 mag...
[ Continues gasping ]
So all the guys...
...it's gotta be a 2O mag.
One in Matthews, 3 in me...
That 7.62--
That 7.62 by 51 NATO round
is U.S. issued?
Hey. m*therf*cker.
You wanna talk?
Come on, man.
What's up?
MAN ON RADIO: You want to know
the weapon I'm using?
M-24?
Mark 11?
MAN ON RADIO: I would prefer
an M96 Windrunner any day.
I thought we were being honest?
I know you're using a Mark 11.
MAN ON RADIO: No, you believe
that's what I'm using.
But you don't know
anything for certain.
You don't know sh*t.
Is that how you say it?
You don't know sh*t?
Say that again...
...I can't hear you.
MAN ON RADIO:
Okay...
VOu...
don't...
know... sh*t.
ISAAC:
I don't know sh*t, huh?
Well, go on. Please.
Educate me, man.
Come on, I'm listenin'...
[ lndisctinct ]
MAN ON RADIO:
You Americans.
You think you know it all.
You think it's simple.
That I am your enemy.
But we are not so different,
you and I.
ISAAC: Yeah, 'cept
I ain't a f*ck' t*rror1st.
MAN ON RADIO:
And you think I am?
You are the one who has come
to another man's country,
[ Metal clanging ]
Camouflaged yourself
in his land,
in his soil.
No f*ck' way...
MAN ON RADIO:
From where I'm sitting,
you look very much
like the t*rror1st.
[Wind blowing]
You're in the f*ck' trash?
No f*cking way...
'less he's a pro.
You're him.
You're Juba.
The ghost.
MAN ON RADIO:
A hundred men out there
call themselves Juba.
I'm just a man.
angel of death.
That's why they never find you.
Damn.
You must've been days
in that f*ck' sh*t heap.
So, we trained you, obviously.
Learn how to sh**t,
trajectory, zeroing the r*fle,
no reloads between shots.
Learn all that sh*t
and then betrayed us?
MAN ON RADIO:
Depends on the angle
you look at it from.
Only one angle.
MAN ON RADIO:
Yes, as I'd expect you to say.
No.
Tell me you're my enemy, fine,
I'll respect that.
We k*ll, We k*ll.
But say you're my friend...
and sh**t me in the back?
The only angle I see
is a f*ck' snake.
MAN ON RADIO: But if this friend
shoots you in the back,
and you survive,
is it okay to sh**t him back?
I want you
to tell me something, Isaac.
Why are you here?
Why are you still here, Isaac?
How many tours
have you done now?
[Sighs]
Why do you keep coming back?
[Sighs]
Is it because of Dean?
Please, God...
How the f*ck did I get here?
MAN ON RADIO:
Is that why?
Be honest with me, Isaac.
Is it because of Dean?
Just tell me... How...?
How'd you know that name?
MAN ON RADIO:
Tell me one thing about him.
Just one thing.
[Wind blowing]
We were
from 'round about the same area.
His cousins...
...went to same school as me.
My dad knows his--
Seen his kid.
Held him.
More than Dean's ever done.
Clem works
by the f*ck' Stop n' Shop...
MAN ON RADIO:
Clem?
Clementine, his wife.
[Sighs]
No f*ck' way. I can't--
I can't go back to that.
f*ck' day in, day out sh*t.
[ Sighs ]
And them, looking at me.
And they would.
They'd look at me, and they'd--
They'd see me.
f*ck“.
Nope.
I can't go. I can't.
I can't do that.
Can't go back.
This...
Oh, God.
[Groaning]
f*ck
You happy now, huh?
Now you know everything.
You're f*cked up,
you know that?
MAN ON RADIO:
Why is that?
'Cause you gotta mess
with my f*ck' head, too?
[Wind rustling]
MAN ON RADIO:
Isaac, when this is over,
the skin will be cut
from your face.
Your eyes will be gouged.
f*ck' sh**t me, you prick.
MAN ON RADIO: Your lying tongue
will be stapled to your chest.
[ Chuckles ]
Just f*cking sh**t me, man,
and get it over with.
MAN ON RADIO: But I will
let them find your body.
f*ck it,
I might just sh**t myself.
All right, you as*h*le.
Where are you?
[ Metal clanging ]
Okay.
[ Gasping ]
All right,
you stupid m*therf*cker.
Bite on this,
you f*ck' Haji b*tch.
[ Metal clanging ]
Come on, show me somethin'.
Send it, b*tch.
[ Gasping ]
[Chuckling]
[ Sobbing ]
[Wind rustling]
[ Groans ]
f*ck.
[ Groans ]
[ Continues groaning ]
[ Metal clanging ]
Oh, f*ck!
[ Panting ]
[ Groans ]
f*ck.
[Wind rustling]
[Wind blowing]
[g*nsh*t]
Oh, sh*t.
[g*nsh*t]
[Yelling]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nsh*t]
f*ck.
[Grunting ]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nsh*t]
[ Panting ]
[Sighs]
MAN ON RADIO:
That was foolish, Isaac.
I could've shot you.
I could've easily shot you.
[Sighs]
I29!
I just want to have
a conversation with you, Isaac.
[ Groans ]
Why are you trying
to get yourself k*lled?
Isaac, are you there?
Oh, f*ck.
MAN ON RADIO:
Isaac.
Isaac.
The radio you
risked your life for? It's dead.
[Sighs]
Are you dead, too?
You missed.
I'm still here.
You're not that f*cking good.
MAN ON RADIO:
Ha! He speaks!
Tear up the planks!
Here, here!
It is the beating
of his hideous heart.
What's that, one
of your g*y-a*s Haji poems?
MAN ON RADIO:
American.
-[ Radio breaking up]
- Tell Tale Heart.
Edgar Allen Poe.
I didn't catch a f*ck' word
you're sayin', man.
MAN ON RADIO:
Edgar Allen Poe. Don't you--?
[ Radio breaking up]
What's wrong
with your f*ck' radio, man?
What is that?
MAN ON RADIO:
You must've studied his work.
He's an American great.
His writing is really--
-[ Radio breaking up]
- What is it?
Don't look at f*ck' me.
MAN ON RADIO: Did you know
that he was an orphan?
He tried to be a soldier,
but didn't get very--
[ Radio static ]
[Wind blowing]
Shane...
Shane, that you?
MAN ON RADIO: He was
a better writer than a soldier.
[ Groans ]
MAN ON RADIO:
Once upon a midnight dreary,
[ Groaning continues]
While I pondered
weak and weary...
ISAAC:
Sar'nt Matthews!
MAN ON RADIO:
Suddenly there came a tapping...
ISSAC:
Is that you?
MAN ON RADIO:
...rapping at my chamber door.
In there stepped
a stately raven,
from the saintly days of yore.
Take thy beak
from out of my heart,
and take thy form
from off my door.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
Or perhaps you would
prefer Robert Frost?
"A voice said, 'Look me in the stars
And tell me truly'..."
I see you, man!
MAN ON RADIO:
"Men of earth...
I knew you were taking a nap!
MAN ON RADIO:
If all the soul-and-body scars--
ISAAC:
I found that f*cking weasel!
MAN ON RADIO: ...were not
too much to pay for birth."
ISAAC: 12 o'clock.
In the f*cking trash heap!
MAN ON RADIO:
His poetry is so beautiful.
[Wind blowing]
[Chuckling]
[ Gasping ]
So, uh... you studied, huh?
Uh... studied, uh...
you studied here or abroad?
ISSAC:
Like, um...
I know they got those, uh...
study-abroad programs
or whatnot?
[ Matthews groans ]
ISAAC: Hey!
A shot from that distance,
he's gotta be at least
He's over 1,500 meters,
Right?
Huh?
Why ain't you talking, man?
Come on, you there?
Oh, f*ck.
f*ck.
[ Gasping ]
Are you there, man?
[Wind blowing]
It's just, you know a lot
about books and sh*t.
I just thought,
I might even learn
some Haji Shakespeare
or some sh*t.
[Sighs]
MAN ON RADIO: Shakespeare?
Is that the only poet you know?
I studied English.
Boy,you,uhu.
You minor in sniping
or somethin'?
MAN ON RADIO:
I was a teacher in Baghdad.
But a b*mb hit my school.
ISAAC:
You got it? Shane?
MAN ON RADIO: I got shrapnel
in my left elbow, still hurts.
ISAAC: f*cking trash heap,
behind the white trailer.
[ Groans ]
1550.
MAN ON RADIO: It reminds me
of the students I lost.
ISAAC: Come on, baby!
Come on, baby,
let's do this!
[ Groans ]
Is that why you sh**t
civilian contractors?
MAN ON RADIO:
As the scripture says,
an eye for an eye.
That's bullshit.
You're no more
religious than I am, man.
That's just a f*ck' excuse
to sh**t up some Americans.
You're good, man!
Just keep going slow, baby,
real slow!
MAN ON RADIO:
Is that a question, Isaac?
Slow is smooth,
smooth is fast!
Yeah. That's right.
See, that's what I don't get.
How does
an educated person like you
become a f*ck' t*rror1st?
MAN ON RADIO:
You tell me.
Oh, shut your f*ck' mouth.
MAN ON RADIO:
You're fading, Isaac.
You like to hear yourself talk,
don't you?
I'm f*ck' fantastic.
I'm chillin' like a villain baby.
MAN ON RADIO:
You are not fantastic.
You have no water.
You're dehydrated.
The sun is...
the sun's baking you.
[Groaning]
You're bleeding to death.
[Sighs]
[ Hoarse ]
Cap'-
Cap'.
Captain Albright.
MAN ON RADIO:
What's that?
Our legend.
Trained me.
Trained Dean, too.
[ Groans ]
He's coming for us.
MAN ON RADIO:
For your bodies.
We don't report in,
he's on your a*s.
MAN ON RADIO: Judging from your
and Matthews' performances,
I'm not concerned.
f*ck you.
He's coming for us.
[ Gasping ]
He trained us...
...trained us to survive.
MAN ON RADIO:
And won't he be disappointed.
ISAAC: You didn't Win sh*t.
You hear me, m*therf*cker?
You didn't win sh*t!
[ Matthews grunting ]
From a place you will not see
comes a sound you will not hear.
Just a flash of f*cking light.
Boom.
MAN ON RADIO: When I'm done
with you and Matthews,
everyone will know
who the winner is.
[ Gasps ]
ISAAC:
Shane!
[Sighs]
Hold still, man, hold still!
[Sighs]
MAN ON RADIO: Should I take
Sergeant Matthews' head off?
sh*t.
Hold still, man!
Don't f*ck' move!
MAN ON RADIO: Will you
take something from Matthews?
Like your broken scope?
He's in my crosshairs right now.
I've got eyes on him.
ISAAC:
What?
MAN ON RADIO: I don't
make empty threats, Isaac.
I'm going to tear his face off.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait...
I carry around the scope...
because it reminds me...
of why I can't hold a--
hold a r*fle again.
[Spits]
Okay?
You listening to me?
[ Gasping ]
Dean dropped it--
the scope-- in the line of duty.
He fell over trying
to pick it up, and I missed it.
I missed the sn*per.
Okay?
You f*ck' listening to me?!
I didn't see him.
That's how he got hit.
It was my fault!
g*dd*mn it,
you f*ck' listening?!
[ Groans ]
Slower, man.
Slower, slower!
MAN ON RADIO:
Slower what?
What's going on?
Who are you talking to?
[ Groans ]
Who am I talking to?
[ g*nshots ]
I'm talking to f*cking God!
He's 90 feet up!
In the trash somewhere!
I don't f*cking know.
I'm sorry, man!
[ g*nshots ]
Give me, max plus four...
...six mils right!
Send when ready!
[ g*nshots ]
[ g*nshots ]
Did you get him?
[ Gasping ]
Please tell me you got him!
-[ g*nsh*t]
-[ Groans ]
Oh, f*ck!
[ Matthews screaming ]
You b*stard, you f*ck!
Just f*ck' let him go,
you piece of sh*t!
Shane! Get up man!
He ain't a threat
to you anymore,
just f*ck' let him go!
MATTHEWS:
Goddammit. f*ck!
ISAAC: Don't f*cking stop,
don't f*cking stop!
Just like that,
just like that baby, let's go!
f*ck, come on, man!
Come on!
Keep 00min', man,
you're almost there!
Come on!
Just like that, man!
Reach for me.
Reach for me!
[g*nsh*t]
[ g*nsh*t reverberates ]
[Coughing]
[ Coughing continues ]
Wake up... wake...
[Wind blowing]
Wake up.
[ Sobbing ]
I wanna go home.
I wanna go f*ck' home,
m*therf*cker!
MAN ON RADIO: So go. Walk away.
You'll just f*ck' sh**t me.
MAN ON RADIO:
No, I won't.
Yes, you f*ck' will.
Why wouldn't you?
MAN ON RADIO:
Because that's not really
what you want.
What?
MAN ON RADIO:
You don't want to go home,
do you?
What the f*ck's that mean, man?
MAN ON RADIO: The w*r's over,
you're still here.
Why?
I k*lled him.
I did.
He went
to go confirm a k*ll.
Enemy sn*per.
GUY W88 playing possum.
Started sh**ting at Dean.
I tried sh**ting back, but the b*llet
went right through Dean.
[Sobbing ]
Oh, man, I lied...
I f*ck' lied so much.
Tryin' to keep
the story straight.
I lied to everybody.
I lied to every single person.
Except you. A f*ck' Haj.
[ Radio static ]
Are you there?
Listenin' to me?
D'y0u hear me?
Where are you, man?
Where do you keep goin'?
[ Radio static ]
No, something's off.
[ Gasping ]
[Grunting ]
[ Radio static ]
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Spartan Thirty Three,
this is Mobile HQ...
Spartan Thirty Three,
this is Mobile HQ Actual...
[Chuckling]
This is Spartan Thirty Tree,
how copy?
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Spartan Thirty Three,
confirm name and rank, over?
Sar'nt Allen--
MAN ON RADIO:
Sar'nt Allen Isaac.
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Roger that.
Good to hear you again, Sar'nt.
What the f*ck?!
No,no,no,no,no,
hey, Cap', Cap'!
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
...the sh**ter in the last hour?
- MAN ON RADIO: No, still quiet.
- No,no,no.
MAN ON RADIO: We're chillin'
like villains, Cap'.
Cap', Cap', Cap',
this is Sar'nt Allen B. Isaac!
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
What's Matthews' status?
MAN ON RADIO:
It's stable, sir.
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Copy that Spartan Tree Tree.
'Kay, bravo.
MAN ON RADIO:
All due respect, Cap',
that's what y'all said
an hour ago.
Can I get an updated ETA?
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
ETA, about an hour twenty.
MAN ON RADIO:
Copy that.
Oh, f*ck. Don't do this.
MAN ON RADIO:
We're gettin' baked out here,
little out of it.
You f*ck' b*stard.
[ Indistinct radio chatter]
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
...Hotel Whiskey seven two
in approximately six zero mikes.
[ Chuckles ]
So that guy called for us...
MAN ON RADIO:
f*ck' Hajis.
Just hoping you get here
before nightfall.
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Scared of the dark now, Sar'nt?
How many times have you
done this, you m*therf*cker?
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Could've fooled me.
Sure you don't need
a little Vagisil
for the problem areas?
Construction guys
call for security detail.
Security detail calls for us,
and I--
I call for them.
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
I hear that.
We'll see you in 80--
stay out of trouble.
Camouflage yourself in me,
you f*ck.
MAN ON RADIO:
We'll do our best Cap'.
Over and out.
[Sighs]
CAPTAIN ALBRIGHT:
Out.
f*ck you...
Oh, f*ck you.
[Wind blowing]
[ Helicopters in the distance]
[ Raven squawking ]
f*ck off, will ya?
Hey... Damn it!
[ Raven squawking ]
[ Helicopters in the distance]
[Wind rustling]
Hey. You f*ck' there?
You can't sh**t 'em.
You know that, right?
You sh**t, you'll give away
your position.
And they'll f*ck' find you.
They will.
You listenin' to me?
[Wind blowing]
You there?
[Wind continues blowing ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Helicopters in the distance]
[Wind blowing]
I'm gonna shut you the f*ck up.
[Grunting ]
[ Exhales ]
I ain't afraid of dyin'.
[Grunting ]
[ Heavy breathing ]
[ Isaac breathing heavily]
[ Helicopters approaching ]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nsh*t]
[ Helicopters approaching ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Indistinct soldier chatter]
Check it.
RANGER:
We got you. Just breathe.
Check the trash.
RANGER 2:
All clear. Perimeter clear.
PILOT:
Helo One Seven, wheels up.
PILOT 2:
Three Five, wheels up.
PILOT:
Bulldog flight is on the way.
Coming right,
heading two three zero.
PILOT 2:
Three Five, copy.
Heavy blood loss! Tourniquet!
Keep clear!
Try to relax, Sergeant.
It's gonna be all right.
Tourniquet's holding. Copy?
Vitals' are stable.
[ Indistinct]
I've set up the oxygen.
He's going through it
pretty fast,
so, prep a backup tank.
[ Indistinct chatter]
You got that?
Copy that.
[g*nsh*t]
f*ck!
RANGER: Holy sh*t!
- RANGER 2: Holy sh*t!
-[ g*nsh*t ]
- RANGER 3: Taking fire!
PILOT: Bulldog One, shift west.
Shift west.
[ Indistinct yelling ]
He's in the f*cking trash!
- Hold on!
- He's in the trash!
[g*nsh*t]
[ Helicopter beeping ]
Oh, God!
f*ck! No!
PILOT: Under fire.
Under fire.
RANGER: Brace! Brace!
PILOT: We're going down.
[ Crashing ]
[ Radio static ]
BAGHDAD COMMAND:
Helo Bulldog One Seven,
Helo Bulldog Three Five,
this is Baghdad Command,
how copy?
Bulldog One Seven, how copy?
[ "Wall Song" by RYKEYZ
playing ]
MAN ON RADIO:
This is Bulldog One Seven,
reading you Lima Charlie, over.
[ "Wall Song" by RYKEYZ
continues playing ]
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