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Nothin'...

Hit n' run...

Whoever it was... they're gone.

The war's over. He got the memo.

Ize.

Allen.

Ize!

What?

We got no movement.

Not a sign of a shadow...

How long we been here, man? 18, plus?

- 20. - Jesus.

There's nobody fucking out there, man.

'Less he's a pro.

A Haji?

I'm just saying, maybe.

Right.

Six construction guys on that pipeline.

Two-man security escort.

Yep.

Look at 'em.

What?

Not one body near to anything resembling cover.

That's just fuckin' weird to me.

Don't mean shit, man.

Means he took 'em out pretty fuckin' fast.

And I think they're all fuckin' headshots, too.

Oh, fuck off, look...

check out our boy with the radio,

he got the call out?

Yep.

That ain't a headshot Ize.

Okay, fine, so one without a fucking headshot.

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.

I'm just saying. That wall's cursed...

It's a wall, man. You're scared of a fuckin' wall?

Nah, I'm scared of what's behind it.

Could be two Hajis,

sucking each other off behind that thing.

Hey.

What's there is there.

Rest of that shit's in your head,

you understand?

Ize?

What's your vote now, got anyone out there?

Nah, I mean, I was 60 percent sure,

now I'm like 80...

I don't think so...

or... yep, he's a pro.

Oh, fuck off.

Probably the same as it always is.

Four or five Hajis came in and bushwhacked 'em.

That would make sense.

Maybe.

Or... he's a pro.

I'm fuckin' hot. I'm calling it.

See, fuck you, man.

I knew that's what you wanted to do--

I'm fucking with you, man!

What, are you fucking hungry again?

Already had four or five MREs, gorilla fuck.

I'm not fuckin' sitting here dancing around

your super-theories

that a fuckin' super-sniper's down there, bro.

No fuckin' way a Haji sticks around this long.

You shittin' me?

I'm fuckin' hot as shit.

My balls have melted into one fuckin' ball...

Later you're on duty,

you're gonna pry these apart, all right?

Oh, yeah, if I can fuckin' find it.

And you're gonna fuckin' like it, too.

I shoulda joined the fuckin' Air Force.

No, you're too fuckin' 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,

comin' back up here,

and we are getting the fuck gone.

Yeah, Roger that.

Comm' check.

Yup, yup, check, check.

Where've you gone?

Oh, yep.

Movement?

You look fuckin' rigid as shit...

How's that one ball?

Oh, real nice, real smart!

You'll always be number one to me, my man.

You got eyes on that wall?

I got eyes on your ass...

Shake that booty.

Yeah, there it is.

There we go, there it is.

I think your tampon just fell out.

Damn right, that'd usually cost you 25 bucks.

I'll make love to you

Like you want me to

You're clear 360.

Keep them eyes open.

Just watch my six.

Roger that.

Yep, we're fuckin' solo out here.

Lonely as fuck.

Fuck.

I'm getting closer here--

You got eyes on that wall?

Roger that.

Shit.

What?

This--

Man, this fuckin' thing's foggin' up, man.

You have got to get rid of that shit.

It was Dean's.

Fuck Dean. Dean was a bitch.

Yeah, fuck Dean.

Dean was a bitch.

Bad juju carrying around

a dead man's scope.

Something's not right.

What?

Talk to me, man, talk to me. What's going on down there?

Ize. They are headshots, man.

Can you tell where they came from?

You know what, fuck it. Get the hell out of there, bro.

Hey, Ize, just check the --

Shit, I'm hit! Fuck, man, fuck, I fucked up...

Fuck!

Fuck! Shit!

Hang on, buddy, I'm coming down.

Oh, shit.

They see me out there. They see me out there.

Back up! Back up! Take cover!

They see you out there.

Take cover! What are you doing, man?

Go, get away from me, man!

Go! Go!

Go!

Back up! Fuckin' shit!

Take cover!

Get down!

Fuck!

Oh, Shit! Fuck!

Fu-- Fuck!

Sar'nt! Sar'nt Matthews!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Shit!

Fuck, I'm sorry!

Shit.

No fucking way! Shit! Okay...

my brother, fuckin' tell RJ, you gotta tell him, okay?

What about RJ?

RJ. Tell fuckin' RJ that--

I got, I got fuckin'--

I got fuckin' 22 grand, man.

22 grand...

Stop-- Stop-- Stop talking, bro.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to fuckin' do.

Tourniquet... use your fucking tourniquet...

Fuck. Tourniquet... use your fucking tourniquet!

Ize...

Ize, I need your fuckin' help, man.

I can't! You know that--

No, no, no, no, fuckin', the radio, the radio!

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

You got it?

Fuck.

Fuck, man, you got it?

One second!

Oh, God!

Come on.

Breaker! Breaker! Do I--?

Shit!

Break, break, break,

Spartan Thirty Tree, requesting extraction.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Shit.

Shit.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, fuck.

You fuckin' piece of shit.

Oh, fuck!

Fuckin' fuck!

Break, break, break,

Spartan Thirty Tree, requesting extraction!

Break, break, break,

Spartan Three Tree, requesting extraction!

Radio com?

He hit my fuckin' antenna!

He hit the fucking antenna, man.

Fuck.

You got eyes on him? I think I got a shot.

What?

I'm goin' for it, man. You got eyes?

Fuckin'... Sar'nt Matthews?

Sar'nt Matthews!

Sar'nt!

No, no, no, no, no... he'd shoot you before you even get...

Sarn't Matthews, you hear me?

I'm here.

Hang in there. Please fuckin' hang in there.

You got eyes on him?

Come on, man. Where'd it come from?

I don't fuckin' know... I don't know.

Crack bang. What's the distance?

Okay... Crack bang...

Crack bang...

Didn't you hear it? Crack bang, how many seconds?

Ize... you didn't fuckin' gauge?

Listen, man, I got one shot at him.

Don't fuckin' touch that rifle, man!

The second you touch that fucking rifle, you're dead.

Hold on!

Fuck!

Fuck!

All right.

Shane, I got eyes on--

Sar'nt Matthews?

Sar'nt Matthews, you fuckin' hear me?

Shane!

Oh, man... God.

You didn't bleed out... Come on, man, get up --

get up and dress that wound, man...

Fuck.Fuck.

You fucker.

Fuck. Fuck it.

Fuck.Fuck.

God!

Last transmission...

Come in... How do you copy?

Come in...

Last transmission...

Come in...

How do you copy?

How do you read us?

Last transmission...

How do you copy?

How do you copy?

This is Spartan Thirty Tree. How copy?

Reading you Lima Charlie, over.

This is Spartan Thirty Tree...

receiving enemy fire.

Requesting dust of -- I got a man down--

There's a shooter--

got us pinned, me, got me pinned--

requesting medevac, I repeat, I repeat, requesting medevac.

What's your position, over?

Grid Whiskey Hotel seven, two, zero, three.

Copy that. Stand by.

Oh, God.

Hey, Shane, we're goin' home, buddy!

About fuckin' time...

All right, come on.

This is Spartan Tree Tree... are you there, over?

Okay.

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?

Need a confirm on your ID, over.

This is Sar'nt Allen Isaac, 51st ODA.

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.

We copy Spartan Tree Tree.

Prepping medevac.

Okay.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

All right, you little fucker, you.

Fucking NATO round.

Goddamn.

7.62 by 51--

No, we got a shooter, high-caliber weapon.

Requesting UAV.

We need your challenge code

before we send in medevac.

Wait. Say that again?

Requesting your challenge code.

What the fuck is...? No, but...

Who is this?

This is Captain Otis Simmons.

I need your challenge code if I'm going to get you

and your Staff Sar'nt medevac.

Romeo... no--

No, wait, I didn't say I needed medical assistance.

Do you copy?

Copy that. I assumed.

But this is protocol.

Well, fuck 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 sniper and report back to us.

Okay, okay...

All right, I'm sorry. I'm a little fucked up.

Listen, you gotta bring a heavy escort...

This guy's a fucking asshole.

Where do you keep goin'?

Do you have a flare, sergeant?

Do you copy?

Yeah, no, I don't... I have an M4 and a sidearm.

I need you to stand

and fire into the air.

We need to get a lock on your position.

What the fuck?

This ain't ranger school!

The fuckin' shooter'll get a fuckin' lock on my position.

Well, I can't help you

unless / know your location.

Do you copy?

Fuck it.

A lotta fuckin' help you've been so fuckin' far, motherfucker.

This is fuckin' stupid. This ain't fuckin' protocol.

Sergeant,

we need your exact location to send in medevac.

Say that again?

I need your location.

No, my rank, what's my rank?

Sergeant.

You...

You got an accent. Not American.

You have seen through my camouflage.

The fuck are you talking 'bout?

I'm talking about hiding behind words...

like you're hiding behind that wall.

You...

Motherfu...

Oh, Shit.

You... fuck!

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.

But maybe he is just unconscious.

I got a man down!

Shall I make sure?

I got a sniper, I got an enemy sniper...

Requesting medevac!

Shall I shoot him in the head?

I repeat, I repeat, requesting...

Does he have a wife? Children?

Will they enjoy a closed casket, if I take his face off?

All right, all right, shut the fuck up, man.

All right stop, stop, stop, stop.

Is there something that you want?

Yes.

Well, I don't know nothin'. I'm a buck sar'nt.

They don't tell me shit, so... fuck you.

That's not what I want.

Oh, what do you want?

You want fuckin' twelve virgins or somethin'?

I want to get to know you.

I just want to get to know you. Will you allow that?

Hey, you're fucking with me.

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.

Good.

Where are you from?

No, listen, I don't know shit about you,

so why don't you go first?

Me?

There is nothing to say. No story.

You're the one who wants to get chatty, bro.

Why ain't you saying anything?

Okay. I'll start.

I am just... a regular Iraqi man.

A civilian.

A civilian, my ass.

Crack bang.

One, two, three, four, five...

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...

Okay.

Bullet... 45, 50, 60, 60 degree angle.

9... 950, 950 plus.

That gives me, 1,500.

Okay, okay.

At the wall, me, Matthews.

Crane, construction site, trailers, flagpole.

And you?

What about me?

Are you a regular American?

Yeah. Regular Joe.

A regular GI Joe...

Army ranger or marine?

You worked in our fuckin' ranks, huh?

Had our training, then you fuckin' backstab us.

Look, these fuckin' guys were building pipelines.

Building up your fuckin' economy, you asshole.

Pipelines, huh?

For our economy?

Yeah, that's fuckin' money.

Infrastructure, education, schools.

These guys were fucking contractors.

Not here to fight.

War's over, bro.

Bro?

Whatever, man.

It's an interesting choice of words.

And yet I disagree with you, bro.

The war's not over...

Definitely not for you.

You say-- you say a lot of fuckin' fancy words.

What are you, Haji Shakespeare or some shit?

Shakespeare?

Military lingo is all poetry.

Battle rattle, ghetto grip... Johnny Jihad, friendly fire...

It's your turn, Isaac.

Or should I say Ize?

What?

What-- what do you mean, it's my turn?

What do you want me to say?

Tell me where you're from.

Where's your family?

I'm not talking 'bout fucking family.

Oh, God!

Okay, then tell me

about your brothers and sisters at arms.

That's a negative, too, bro.

I don't want any military secrets.

Just stories.

Eat a dick.

I will shoot Matthews if you don't talk.

Go ahead.

Yes?

He is your second loss...

first, Dean, now Matthews.

How the fuck do you know about Dean?

Keep talking.

No. Fuck you. How?

You carry his scope around.

What was it your sergeant said?

A dead man's scope?

How old are you?

Just tell me something, Isaac.

Tell me about your comrades.

Or I will shoot Matthews' face off.

Okay.

Yeah.

We... we play ball.

I beg your pardon?

Yeah, me and the squad. We-- we play in the afternoon.

Get baked in the Iraqi sun.

Nothing else to do.

No war to fight.

Baked... what does that mean?

Baked, like, you know, tanned.

Go on.

Go on?

What about Sergeant Matthews,

did he get baked?

Did Dean?

I ain't talking about fuckin' Dean with you.

You dirty fuckin' Haji.

If I were you, I would start talking, Isaac.

Tell me about Dean.

What's the obsession, huh?

What the fuck?

It's interesting to me.

The bond between you and your brothers.

And I will shoot 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, Ize?

You should just answer my questions.

All right, all right.

So, tell me about Dean's scope.

Oh, Shit.

Oh, fuck.

I can see it at the base of the wall there.

Why do you keep it?

Fuck.

Now, you said it's broken.

Why would you carry around a broken scope, Isaac?

Oh, shut the fuck up, man. How's this end?

How the fuck this end?

I'm sorry?

I said, how the fuck's it end? What's the fuckin' endgame?

There's no endgame.

I'm just enjoying our conversation.

No, stop! Fuckin' stop, all right?

You're not gonna get to fuckin' know me.

I feel like I know you better already.

No, you fucking don't!

You don't know shit!

You're dehydrated, I know that.

That's why I aimed at your water bottle.

No, you didn't...

You fuckin' was trying to hit me.

No, the water bottle.

Nobody's that fuckin' accurate.

And your antenna.

No fucking way.

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 fuck is going on with this shit.

You fucker?

You psychotic motherfucker.

What do you want from me, huh?

Oh, fuck!

Fuckin' flank me?

Fuckin' Haji.

Hey, where'd you keep fuckin' going, huh?

No, no, you're tryin' to fuckin' circle my wall, ain't you?

Tryin' to circle round my wall, motherfucker?

That's ironic.

Yeah, I'm right, huh?

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 fuckin' funny, huh?

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 fuckin' wall.

You're hiding in the shadow of Islam.

No, I'm hiding in the shadow of fuckin' death.

I'm in the fuckin' shadow of death.

Nice try.

That's gotta be a 20 mag.

So all the guys...

it's gotta be a 20 mag.

One in Matthews, 3 in me...

That 7.62--

That 7.62 by 51 NATO round is US. issued?

Hey. Motherfucker.

You wanna talk?

Come on, man. What's up?

You want to know the weapon I'm using?

M-24?

Mark 11?

I would prefer an M96 Windrunner any day.

I thought we were being honest?

I know you're using a Mark 11.

No, you believe that's what I'm using.

But you don't know anything for certain.

You don't know shit.

Is that how you say it?

You don't know shit?

Say that again...

I can't hear you.

Okay...

you...

don't...

know... shit.

I don't know shit, huh?

Well, go on. Please.

Educate me, man.

Come on, I'm listenin'.

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.

Yeah, 'cept I ain't a fuckin' terrorist.

And you think I am?

You are the one who has come to another man's country,

Camouflaged yourself in his land,

in his soil.

No fuckin' way...

From where I'm sitting,

you look very much like the terrorist.

You're in the fuckin' trash?

No fucking way...

'less he's a pro.

You're him.

You're Juba.

The ghost.

A hundred men out there

call themselves Juba.

I'm just a man.

35 U.S. casualties, angel of death.

That's why they never find you.

Damn.

You must've been days in that fuckin' shit heap.

So, we trained you, obviously.

Learn how to shoot,

trajectory, zeroing the rifle, no reloads between shots.

Learn all that shit and then betrayed us?

Depends on the angle

you look at it from.

Only one angle.

Yes, as I'd expect you to say.

No.

Tell me you're my enemy, fine, I'll respect that.

We kill, we kill.

But say you're my friend... and shoot me in the back?

The only angle I see is a fuckin' snake.

But if this friend shoots you in the back,

and you survive, is it okay to shoot 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?

Why do you keep coming back?

Is it because of Dean?

Please, God...

How the fuck did I get here?

Is that why?

Be honest with me, Isaac.

Is it because of Dean?

Just tell me... How...?

How'd you know that name?

Tell me one thing about him.

Just one thing.

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 fuckin' Stop n' Shop...

Clem?

Clementine, his wife.

No fuckin' way. I can't-- I can't go back to that.

Fuckin' day in, day out shit.

And them, looking at me.

And they would.

They'd look at me, and they'd--

They'd see me.

Fuck.

Nope.

I can't go. I can't.

I can't do that. Can't go back.

This...

Oh, God.

Fuck it.

You happy now, huh?

Now you know everything.

You're fucked up, you know that?

Why is that?

'Cause you gotta mess with my fuckin' head, too?

Isaac, when this is over,

the skin will be cut from your face.

Your eyes will be gouged.

Fuckin' shoot me, you prick.

Your lying tongue will be stapled to your chest.

Just fucking shoot me, man, and get it over with.

But I will let them find your body.

Fuck it, I might just shoot myself.

All right, you asshole. Where are you?

Okay.

All right, you stupid motherfucker.

Bite on this, you fuckin' Haji bitch.

Come on, show me somethin'.

Send it, bitch.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck.

Oh, Shit.

Fuck.

That was foolish, Isaac.

I could've shot you. I could've easily shot you.

Ize!

I just want to have a conversation with you, Isaac.

Why are you trying to get yourself killed?

Isaac, are you there?

Oh, fuck.

Isaac.

Isaac.

The radio you risked your life for?

It's dead.

Are you dead, too?

You missed. I'm still here.

You're not that fucking good.

He speaks!

Tear up the planks! Here, here!

It is the beating of his hideous heart.

What's that, one of your gay-ass Haji poems?

American.

Tell Tale Heart.

Edgar Allen Poe.

I didn't catch a fuckin' word you're sayin', man.

Edgar Allen Poe. Don't you--?

What's wrong with your fuckin' radio, man?

What is that?

You must've studied his work.

He's an American great.

His writing is really--

What is it?

Don't look at fuckin' me.

Did you know that he was an orphan?

He tried to be a soldier, but didn't get very--

Shane?

Shane, that you?

He was a better writer than a soldier.

Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered weak and weary...

Sar'nt Matthews!

Suddenly there came a tapping...

Is that you?

...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!

"Men of earth..."

I knew you were taking a nap!

If all the soul-and-body scars--

I found that fucking weasel!

"...were not too much to pay for birth."

12 o'clock. In the fucking trash heap!

His poetry is so beautiful.

So, you studied, huh?

Studied...

you studied here or abroad?

Like,

I know they got those...

study-abroad programs or whatnot?

Hey!

A shot from that distance,

he's gotta be at least 25, 30 feet up, man!

He's over 1,500 meters, 1,550 maybe.

Right?

Why ain't you talking, man? Come on, you there?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Are you there, man?

It's just, you know a lot about books and shit.

I just thought,

I might even learn some Haji Shakespeare

or some shit.

Shakespeare? Is that the only poet you know?

I studied English.

Boy, you, uh...

You minor in sniping or somethin'?

I was a teacher in Baghdad.

But a bomb hit my school.

You got it? Shane?

I got shrapnel in my left elbow, still hurts.

Fucking trash heap, behind the white trailer.

1550.

It reminds me of the students I lost.

Come on, baby!

Come on, baby, let's do this!

Is that why you shoot civilian contractors?

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 fuckin' excuse to shoot up some Americans.

You're good, man!

Just keep going slow, baby, real slow!

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 fuckin' terrorist?

You tell me.

Oh, shut your fuckin' mouth.

You're fading, Isaac.

You like to hear yourself talk, don't you?

I'm fuckin' fantastic.

I'm chillin' like a villain baby.

You are not fantastic.

You have no water.

You're dehydrated.

The sun is...

the sun's baking you.

You're bleeding to death.

Cap'.

Cap.

Captain Albright.

What's that?

Our legend.

Trained me. Trained Dean, too.

He's coming for us.

For your bodies.

We don't report in, he's on your ass.

Judging from your and Matthews' performances,

I'm not concerned.

Fuck you. He's coming for us.

He trained us...

trained us to survive.

And won't he be disappointed.

You didn't win shit.

You hear me, motherfucker? You didn't win shit!

From a place you will not see comes a sound you will not hear.

Just a flash of fucking light.

When I'm done with you and Matthews,

everyone will know who the winner is.

Shane!

Hold still, man, hold still!

Should I take Sergeant Matthews' head off?

Shit.

Hold still, man!

Don't fuckin' move!

Will you take something from Matthews?

Like your broken scope?

He's in my crosshairs right now.

I've got eyes on him.

What?

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 rifle again.

Okay?

You listening to me?

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 sniper. Okay?

You fuckin' listening to me?

I didn't see him. That's how he got hit.

It was my fault!

Goddamn it, you fuckin' listening?!

Slower, man. Slower, slower!

Slower what?

What's going on?

Who are you talking to?

Who am I talking to?

I'm talking to fucking God!

He's 90 feet up!

In the trash somewhere!

I don't fucking know.

I'm sorry, man!

Give me, max plus four...

six mils right!

Send when ready!

Did you get him?

Please tell me you got him!

Oh, fuck!

You bastard, you fucker!

Just fuckin' let him go, you piece of shit!

Shane! Get up man!

He ain't a threat to you anymore,

just fuckin' let him go!

Goddammit. Fuck!

Don't fucking stop, don't fucking stop!

Just like that, just like that baby, let's go!

Fuck, come on, man!

Come on!

Keep comin', man, you're almost there!

Come on!

Just like that, man!

Reach for me.

Reach for me!

Wake up... wake...

Wake up.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go fuckin' home, motherfucker!

So go. Walk away.

You'll just fuckin' shoot me.

No, I won't.

Yes, you fuckin' will.

Why wouldn't you?

Because that's not really what you want.

What?

You don't want to go home,

do you?

What the fuck's that mean, man?

The war's over, you're still here.

Why?

I killed him.

I did.

He went to go confirm a kill.

Enemy sniper.

Guy was playing possum.

Started shooting at Dean.

I tried shooting back, but the bullet went right through Dean.

Oh, man, I lied...

I fuckin' lied so much.

Tryin' to keep the story straight.

I lied to everybody.

I lied to every single person.

Except you. A fuckin' Haj.

Are you there?

Listenin' to me?

Do you hear me?

Where are you, man?

Where do you keep goin'?

No, something's off.

Spartan Thirty Three,

this is Mobile HQ...

Spartan Thirty Three, this is Mobile HQ Actual...

This is Spartan Thirty Tree, how copy?

Spartan Thirty Three,

confirm name and rank, over?

Sar'nt Allen--

Sar'nt Allen Isaac.

Roger that.

Good to hear you again, Sar'nt.

What the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no, hey, Cap', Cap'!

...the shooter in the last hour?

- No, still quiet. - No, no, no.

We're chillin' like villains, Cap'.

Cap', Cap', Cap', this is Sar'nt Allen B. Isaac!

What's Matthews' status?

It's stable, sir.

Copy that Spartan Tree Tree.

'Kay, bravo.

All due respect, Cap',

that's what y'all said an hour ago.

Can I get an updated ETA?

ETA, about an hour twenty.

Copy that.

Oh, fuck. Don't do this.

We're gettin' baked out here,

little out of it.

You fuckin' bastard.

...Hotel Whiskey seven two

in approximately six zero mikes.

So that guy called for us...

Fuckin' Hajis.

Just hoping you get here before nightfall.

Scared of the dark now, Sar'nt?

How many times have you done this, you motherfucker?

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.

I hear that.

We'll see you in 80-- stay out of trouble.

Camouflage yourself in me, you fuck.

We'll do our best Cap'.

Over and out.

Out.

Fuck you...

Oh, fuck you.

Fuck off, will ya?

Hey... Damn it!

Hey. You fuckin' there?

You can't shoot 'em.

You know that, right?

You shoot, you'll give away your position.

And they'll fuckin' find you.

They will.

You listenin' to me?

You there?

I'm gonna shut you the fuck up.

I ain't afraid of dyin'.

Check it.

We got you. Just breathe.

Check the trash.

All clear. Perimeter clear.

Helo One Seven, wheels up.

Three Five, wheels up.

Bulldog flight is on the way.

Coming right, heading two three zero.

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.

I've set up the oxygen.

He's going through it pretty fast,

so, prep a backup tank.

You got that?

Copy that.

Fuck!

- Holy Shit! - Holy Shit!

Taking fire!

Bulldog One, shift west. Shift west.

He's in the fucking trash!

- Hold on! - He's in the trash!

Oh, God!

Fuck! No!

Under fire. Under fire.

Brace! Brace!

We're going down.

Helo Bulldog One Seven,

Helo Bulldog Three Five,

this is Baghdad Command, how copy?

Bulldog One Seven, how copy?

This is Bulldog One Seven,

reading you Lima Charlie, over.