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[mechanical whirring]

- So that's what Sasquatch
has been after this whole time?

- Apparently so.

- Then let's not
keep them apart.

- Davis, hold on.

Hold on.
- For what?

There's no fight
until we give this back.

And if there's no fight,
then I'm in deep shit.

- Look, give me that.

Look, we are gonna
give it back.

But I want to find out

what's so important
to our little buddy.

[mechanical whirring]

Okay, do it.

- Okay.

- What kinda language
do you think that is?

- "Keep the fuck out" language.

- Hang on.

Let me try something.

- Give it up.

We're giving this
to Sasquatch now.

- What's the hurry?

- It's from the bank.

They're gonna take possession
of my family's house

to pay the hospital
for my mom's cancer treatments.

- That's a fuckload of zeroes.

- The last letter was yellow.
This one is orange.

It's like they're raising the
terror threat level on my life.

Next letter's
gonna have anthrax in it.

- Let's go find Sasquatch.

- Colonel Austin wants
to see you two

in his office right now.

- Promotions?
- We did save the day.

- Your whole crew is grounded.
Effective immediately.

- Sir?
- Hang on.

I'm sorry,
but the last time I checked,

we acquired a shitload
of lifesaving morphine

in some pretty
dangerous conditions.

- You also pissed off
my superior and his superior.

Whatever you did
got SecCorp paying attention,

and now they've got Washington
paying attention,

and people who matter
are demanding

I take action against you--
- Sir, I don't understand.

We got the drugs
with no help from SecCorp.

- People who shouldn't
even know you exist

are now keenly aware of you.

- What does that mean, Sir?

- It means your entire military
careers are in jeopardy.

- Welcome to the party, men.

- Besides being grounded,
you'll be losing

all base privileges and be
on cleanup and KP duty as well.

Hopefully that'll appease
all these people

I got burrowing up my ass.

- Who's gonna replace us, sir?

- Oh, they're sending in
a new crew.

Oh, and you're all losing pay.

- Losing pay--

- You should consider
yourself lucky

you're not spending time
in the brig, Davis.

- Is that still an option?

'Cause I'd much rather
do that than--

- Shut the fuck up, dude.

Apologies for
the language, sir.

- Sir, I wasn't
on that mission.

- Sergeant, you're
going down with this ship

even though you were not
a party to this.

And by the way, you've done
excellent work recently.

That's just how shit rolls
in the Army.

Feel free
to take it up privately

with your husband later.

Now this base needs
to be put back together

after that mortar attack,

and you're just the soldiers
in deep shit to do it.

Dismissed.

[door opens]

- Fucking bullshit.

I'm back to scrubbing toilets.
Thank you very much.

- Look, we had
no way of knowing

that this was gonna come back
and bite us in the ass.

- Everything you do comes back
to bite you in the ass.

- No point in arguing.
- Yes, there is.

It's making me feel better.

- You know that call came in

from the Under goddamn
Secretary of Defense.

I have never put through a call

that high up the chain
of command before.

You all are damn lucky you're
not being court marshaled.

- I don't feel lucky.
- Under Secretary of Defense?

SecCorp took this
all the way to the top.

- That's not good.
- To him it is.

- No, this isn't
about that morphine.

This is about shit we saw out
there in the middle of nowhere.

- Whatever it's about,
we need to watch it.

This is major shit
we're stepping in.

- And I didn't even step in it.

- Bright side, future grounds
for your eventual divorce.

[indistinct chatter]

- Sorry to interrupt.

I'm not even supposed
to be here.

I lost my gym privileges.
- [scoffs]

- Thought you'd get
a kick outta that.

So, look.
I brought you something.

I didn't have time
to attach a personal note.

- Transaction over.
- Okay.

I'm happy to leave.

But I just want to know
we're on the same page.

- We're on the same page.

- And so I'm clear,
that's the page

where you agree to fight
the Warlord's bodyguard, right?

- Where I'm from,
we keep our promises.

- It's a pretty big operation
you guys got going on out there

in the middle of nowhere.

- What operation?

- [chuckles]
Okay.

I get it.
Top secret.

My lips are sealed.

- You're not supposed
to be here.

- I was just talking
some business.

- What business?
- Don't worry about it.

No distractions today, babe.

- [laughs]
Later, babe.

- You ready?
- Left my dad's balls ready.

[exhaling]
- Hot, strong.

Agile.
Where does her talent end?

- Dude.
- I'm positive reinforcement.

- You can't talk
over all the footage, okay?

I'm sending this
to stunt coordinators.

This is important.

This could be my ticket
out of the military,

so just please
take it seriously.

- Got it.

- [exhaling]

[sighs]
Fuck.

I just, I feel like I should be
sparring with an actual person,

not a camera.

- Me?
- You scared?

- No, ma'am.

[indistinct chatter]

- How come no one's stopping?

These people need medical care.
I'm giving medical care.

Hmm, you sure that this sign
is printed correctly?

That says "free medical care"?
- Yes.

- In Pashto?
- Yes.

- Maybe we should
make it bigger.

- It is big enough.

- Ah.

You're the first person
to get this close.

- We are slow to warm up
to people with guns.

- These troops are here
for your protection.

- When you leave,
will you take them with you?

- Of course.

- Then they are here
for your protection.

- You have this
very irksome way

of turning everything I say
around on me.

- It is a gift.

- [sighs]
Wanna be my first walk-in?

- Someone will have to be.

- She's fine.

- I just said she looks tired.

- You mean I look like shit.

- Worry less about us, son,

and more about staying safe
over there.

How are things
in the hot zone?

- Things are about
to be a whole lot better.

I'm about to be flush
with cash soon.

I'll be able to finally
get those motherfuckers

from the bank off your back.

- All this language.
Your fault.

- Flush with cash, how?

- It's complicated.

- Don't worry
about the bank, son.

We talked to them.

- You did?
When?

- It doesn't matter.
We worked it all out.

- Exactly how
did you work it out?

- We don't wanna bother you
with legalities.

You got more important things
to think about.

Just stay safe over there.

- Okay, but I need you
to tell me exactly--

- You're gonna have to end
that call and leave, Sergeant.

- Yeah, in a second--
- No, right now.

You're on
the no privilege list.

- What's he talking about,
no privilege?

- Nothing, Ma.

I'll be off
in a second, Private.

- I'm gonna have
to terminate this call now.

- And I'm gonna have to
terminate your fucking finger.

- Everything all right, son? What's going on there?

- Everything is fine, Ma.
What about--

- Look, if you leave right now,
I won't report you.

Otherwise--
- I'm gone.

- All right.
- I'm going.

[computer beeps]

- [blows]

Okay, so there are two tricks
when throwing a stunt punch.

The first is distance

so you don't actually
hit the other person.

[exhales]

Camera angles do
most of the work.

But you still have to throw
the punch like it's real.

Hard and fast.

[exhales]
You try.

- [exhales]
- That's it.

But even more important
than that is the end.

You have to really sell it
when it lands.

So when I punch,
you snap your head to the side.

Got it?
Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

[exhales]

But really snap.
Do it quicker.

All right?
- Okay.

- [exhales]
Come on, babe.

Snap.
- I'm trying.

- All right.
[exhales]

Okay, new deal.

You try to hit me
this time, okay?

- Okay.

- Good.

[grunting]

- Shit, shit.
Hon, are you okay?

Are you okay?

- Now that's
how you sell it, babe.

both: [laughing]

- How did our adventure
end up all the way

on the Under Secretary
of Defense's desk?

- Easy.

SecCorp has fiends
in high places.

- [groans]

Yeah, but what are they
so afraid of?

What the fuck is
on that blue FOB?

- Who cares?
We got the fight back on.

We got bigger shit
to worry about,

like our boxing ring being a
pile of lumber at the moment.

- I care.

- Well, bringing down Sasquatch

is not gonna get Durkin
back for you.

- Those two things are
completely unrelated, okay?

- Oh, my mistake.

- I'm over Durkin.

I don't even think
about her anymore.

That ship has sailed.
I'm fine with that.

- That's who they sent in
to replace us?

- They brought in the PJs.

- Didn't have to bring in
the LeBron James of medic crews

just to rub it in.

- They're not that hot.
Just beards and biceps.

Can you try and remember
that we're married?

- What?

Fuck you.

- First, the Under Secretary
of Defense grounds us,

then they send in
the fucking PJs to replace us.

Something big's going on.

- And SecCorp is very worried
we're gonna screw it up.

- Well, let's
not disappoint them.

- Not now, fellas.

I'm tending to a real
temperamental gazpacho.

- I hate gazpacho.

- Tell him what he's missing.

- Truth?

- Yeah, of course
the bloody truth.

- I've had better.
- Go fuck yourself.

I'm doing the best I can
making your lunch

out here in the Afghan
bloody wilderness.

Won't even have my kitchen back
until after the big fight.

- Yeah, about that.
We're here to place our bets.

- With what?

I don't see any U.S. presidents
in your hand.

- With the hashish
we gave you as collateral.

- Oh, well, that was
for the last fight,

also known as the slaughter
of Sergeant Roback.

- No, it's for this fight,

also known as the mythical
molly wop of Sasquatch.

- [laughs]
Your word against mine.

- That's out-and-out theft.
- It is, isn't it?

- Whoa.
Hey, stop it.

- Jesus fucking Christ!
- What the fuck, dude?

- I'm sorry, man.
I just snapped.

I got a lot riding on this.

- Look, we don't usually resort
to this kind of behavior,

but you can see how much
this means to us now, okay?

- Here's the deal.

That hashish is gonna be used
as our collateral

for the upcoming fight.

Understood?
- Fuck you.

- He's all yours.

- Okay, fine.
Fine.

We roll it all over
to the big fight, done.

- Put it all on the bodyguard.

- But it won't
do you much good.

- What you talking about?

- You've done too thorough
a job promoting your boy.

Everyone's betting on him now.

Odds are looking like
a fat kid on a seesaw.

No one's betting on Sasquatch.

- No one?
- No, terrible odds.

All that'll win is pennies
on the dollar, if that.

Why not put it all
on Sasquatch?

Get a bit of excitement
into your life?

The payout would be monumental.

- What are we gonna do?

We bet on our guy,
we win nothing.

We bet on Sasquatch, we lose
everything when our guy wins.

- Let's stick to the plan.
- The plan is FUBAR.

- There is no
good options here.

Anything's better
than losing it all.

- Time's up.
What's it gonna be?

Sometimes long shots
like Sasquatch come through.

And when they do,
fortunes are made.

Then again, you can just do
what your guts tell you.

- We're gonna go with our guy.

- [hisses]
All right.

Oh, not so fast.

I've been told I've got
both of you at my disposal

for KP duty.

So that means
I'm gonna need one of you...

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.

To peel my many potatoes.

- [sighs]

- Hey, hold your horses.

There's plenty
of snack money to be made

during the big fight.

So I'm gonna need you
to restock my vending machines.

[sighs]

Get to work, Davis.

[laughs]

- You're doing remarkably well

considering what
you've been through.

You should be dead.

- I'm a very resilient LN.

That is what you call us,
is it not?

- It is.

- I would prefer it if from
now on you called me Qasem.

- [mispronounces]
Qasem.

- [enunciates]
Qasem.

- Qasem.
[clears throat]

You should get your shirt
back on now.

[sighs]

You know, it's ridiculous
no one's coming to the clinic.

- I am here.
- Yeah, you're the only one.

- Come with me.

[indistinct chatter]

This whole thing is looking
very, how should I say it...

- Efficient and safe?
- American.

It's dangerous
for us to be seen

interacting with Americans.

When you leave,

we have made enemies we cannot
protect ourselves from.

It should not be this way,
but it is.

- These people need help.
I can help.

There must be a way.

- There is a way,

but it's not very American.

- I'll be the judge of that.

- So how did we meet?
- [blows raspberry]

Here.
On base.

I saw you coming out
of your CHU one day

headed for the showers.

I said, "Hey,
towel's not regulation.

I'm gonna need you to drop it."

You naturally were
swept off your feet,

and you found me that night
and had your way with me.

- Can we fall in love in a way
where I'm less of a slut?

- [laughs]
We'll work on it.

- Can we please be serious

about this
Green Card interview?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Do you believe in God?

- Not after all this.

- Really?

- Why?
Is that a deal breaker?

- Just don't tell my parents.
- Okay.

- How'd you ask me
to marry you?

- Look, these are all
the wrong questions.

This shit doesn't say anything
about intimacy.

It's the little stuff.
- Okay.

- Like...

sea salt or barbecue?

- Neither.
That shit will kill you.

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

- I need to tell you something.

- What?

- Not here.

Um...

I killed my dad.

[chuckles]

- You what?
- Yeah, yeah.

He was doing bad things
to my sister.

And he was about to turn his
attention to my other sister.

And I had to protect them,
so I shot him.

And he died.

And believe me when I tell you

he's no real loss
to the planet.

[sniffles]
Fuck him.

- Okay, okay.

Pardon my ignorance,
but how are you not in jail?

- Nobody knows I did it.

Or cares.

Except my mom.

Everybody thinks he died
in a drug deal gone wrong.

Cops are happy
to be done with him.

Means they don't have
to throw his ass in jail

once a week for stealing
Honda Civics in the street.

So look, it's probably
why it took me so long

to fill out the paperwork.

- Yeah.

- Now that the government's
rifling through our shit,

it might come up.

I should've told you sooner.
I'm sorry.

Guess now it's your turn
to back out if you want.

- Back out?
We're already married.

- It's probably
a little late for that.

- We keep going as planned.

- Well, now you know
just in case.

- In case of what?
- Nothing.

We're fine.
It's done and dusted, okay?

You think I'm a psychopath?

- I'm your wife.

If you're a psychopath,
then I'm a psychopath too.

- That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever said to me.

- You're a good person.

- I figured I got a lot
of making up to do

for the old man's sins.

- Well, you're doing
a great job at it.

- [scoffs]

[knocking]

- Who gave you permission
to leave?

There's still work to be done.

Hungry soldiers need
their Kit Kats.

- Yeah.
[sighs]

[door opens]

- I'm so sorry, Sir.
- Is that the Colonel I hear?

- Morgan Jennings.
SecCorp.

He insisted on waiting in there
and I couldn't stop him.

- No worries, Corporal.

- Colonel Austin.

- I don't recall having any

scheduled appointments
this afternoon.

- Apologies.

Didn't have time to go
through proper channels.

- Hmm, you people never do.

- Well, I'll get
right down to it.

I need your help with a little
ongoing project I'm working on.

- Mm, I already have a job.
Thanks for the offer.

- Excuse me.
I misspoke.

We don't need you.

I just need, you know, about
three dozen of your troops.

- I'm using them.

- We need them to work a little
security detail with us.

- Security?
For what?

- I'm not at liberty to say.

And believe me, that's
a more interesting answer

than if I actually told you.

[laughs]
Just boring corporate stuff.

- With you guys,
it's always just the opposite.

- Oh, nothing untoward.

As always, the Pentagon has
completely vetted my request.

- Forgive me if that
doesn't impress me anymore.

I think I'll hold
onto my troops.

- [sighs]

You know all I have to do
is make a phone call.

Why do we have to do
this dance every time?

Come on.
Let's just keep it simple.

Huh?
Settle it between us?

- Oh, let's do the dance.

It's my only pleasure
in dealing with you guys.

- Who am I to deny you
your only pleasure?

[cheers and applause]

- You rolling?
- Yup, rolling.

Go for it, babe.

- You're sure the cardboard
boxes are safe, yeah?

- This is exactly how
the professionals do it.

Now, come on.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]

- All right.
Let's do it.

You okay?

- I think so.

- Whoo!
Yeah!

Man.
Yeah.

Babe, wait until you see this.
You are fucking amazing.

Yeah.

[cheers and applause]

- The thrill of not getting
shot at by the Taliban is gone.

- Yeah.

I feel like I've been
put in prison

without the benefit
of committing the actual crime.

- Yeah, it kind of makes you
an honorary brother.

- Should we be wearing gloves
to handle this shit?

- Move.
- Get the fuck out of the way.

Blunt trauma.
Chest and abdomen.

- You guys were able
to intubate on the transport?

- Yeah, well,
we got bored.

- I haven't seen that before.

You guys are very good.
- Thank you, Doctor.

- She never said that to us.

- We gotta figure out a way
to get back in the fucking air.

[cheers and applause]

[door opens]

- What did you want
to see me about?

- I was able to get you and
Roback an interview at Bagram

for your Green Card.

I'm not sure how both of you
being on Article 15s

is gonna impact it, but fingers
crossed it still works.

- Well, with Roback,
it's always fingers crossed.

- That's it.
You can go.

- What's wrong?

- I can't use it.
- Sorry?

- My ticket out of here.

[cheers and applause]

I have no future.

Look, I had all these plans.

I was gonna move to L.A.
with my cousin.

- Who is it again?
Jennifer Aniston?

- Lawrence.
Jennifer Lawrence.

- The one who played
Captain Marvel?

- That's Brie Larson.

- You should be
her stunt double.

- I'm not related to her.

- Get Jennifer Lawrence
to introduce you.

- [sighs]

Dude, my whole point is
I can't do it.

I can't be a stunt woman.

I jumped off a fucking
guard tower today

and I thought I was gonna die.

- But you didn't die.
You did it.

- It was so fucking scary.
Like...

Is that what I want my life
to be like?

I'm already in the military
for Christ's sake.

When I get home, I just...

I just want to chill.

Just ranting.
- That's okay.

- But you know,

being here doesn't
set you up to chill.

And we get back home,

and everyone just assumes
that we all have PTSD

and are alcoholics
and drug addicts.

It's just bullshit.

And no one really gives a damn

because they're too busy
enjoying their freedom.

So my only option is to do
exactly what I'm doing now.

Clerking in a dust bowl
full of horny men

in the middle of fucking hell.

- Well, you're just as screwed
as the rest of us.

Look at Roback.

Dude is from Hemet.

That's the Afghanistan
of California.

- [laughs]
Shots fired.

- And Davis.

Just because his mom has
cancer, he owes so much money

that they're gonna take away
his family's home.

- That's really sad.
- And me.

- Yeah, I'm pretty much up
to speed on you, girl.

- Not quite.
New development.

My 13-year-old brother is
in a U.S. detention center

because he tried to cross
the border by himself

to visit his old friends.

- I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

- No fucking idea.

[door closes]

- What are you doing here?

Medics only.

- Well, I guess you should
leave then, huh?

- You're probably right.

Just came to grab a book
to read since I'm gonna be

confined to my quarters
for the rest of deployment.

- That's a dictionary.

- Yeah.

I like to read a book
when I know how it ends.

- Oh, man.
You caught a tough break.

I feel bad for you, buddy.

- You guys got some pretty
high performance toys.

- Well, some of the missions
they send us on,

it's not nearly enough.

But who's complaining?

Well, me apparently.

- [chuckles]

Any idea how long you guys
are gonna stick around for?

- Hey, we just go
where they tell us

and we leave
when they tell us, and...

they haven't told us
to leave yet.

- Do you think it's
a little overkill?

Bringing you in to replace us?

- Well, I'm not gonna say that.

We just go where
they tell us, man.

- Who's they?
- Look, Sergeant...

[mispronounces]
Robit, Roback?

- Roback.
- Roback.

I have no idea why
they brought us in here, man.

Or took you out.

It's really none
of my business.

Honestly, I got nothing
but respect for you medics.

Just like us,
minus the suicidal ADHD.

both: [laugh]
- Yeah.

Is it true about the training
you guys go through?

They put you in a pool
with weights strapped to you

and you drown, they pull
you out, and revive you?

- Yeah.

It's called
a "Water Confidence Test."

And it's so
we no longer fear dying.

- Does that work?

- Yes?
both: [laugh]

- Yeah, I had
a similar experience

in a pool when I was 12.

Different outcome though.
both: [laugh]

- Well, you gotta be a whole
lot of fucked up in the head

to do what we do, I guess.

- Yeah.

I'd be lying if I said
I didn't want my job back.

- I wouldn't worry about it.

We never stay in the same spot
for very long.

And we'll be gone soon enough.

- Yeah.

Problem is,
we could be gone with you.

- Look, man, I don't know
what you did to get grounded.

But I'm guessing
whatever it was,

you're pretty damn good
at pissing people off.

- It's kind of my superpower.

- Mine too.
Bravo.

- [laughs]
Yeah.

[door opens, closes]

- This is an awesome reel.

You knocked out
a 250-pound ex-SEAL

on a military base
in Afghanistan.

[laughs]

Those Hollywood types
are gonna be all over you.

- Yeah, it's gonna be great.
Can't wait.

- Hey, what's wrong?

- Nothing.
[sighs]

- Come on, baby.
Speak to me.

- I just...

I just feel guilty
dragging you along on this

because I know damn well
the last thing you want

is to hold car doors open
for celebrities all day.

- Well, then you'll
be glad to hear

that I came up
with an alternate plan.

- Alternate plan?

- I'm gonna start my own
security contracting company.

My guys would
follow me anywhere.

They can open up car doors
for celebrities.

I'll be the fucking CEO.
- Sounds awfully ambitious.

- Hell, no.
All I need is a decent stake.

And I know exactly where
I'm gonna get it from.

- Where?

- This big fight
that everyone on base

is throwing all
their money down for.

- You gotta win, though.

- Not worried about it.

- I've heard about
the guy you're fighting.

Be worried.

- I saw him sparring
the other day.

He's blind in his right eye.

- How could you even know
something like that?

- I totally clocked it.

He didn't see punches
coming from his right,

and it's a huge weakness.

- It is?
- Yeah.

I just hit him with
a southpaw a couple of times,

and knock the son
of a bitch out.

And since everyone's betting
against me,

it'll be a big payday for us.

Pack your bags, baby.

- [sighs]
- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Well, here I am.

- Am I dreaming?

Have you finally decided
to come back to me?

- I've definitely not decided
to come back to you.

- Mm, well this dream sucks.

- You and Davis
need to switch your bets

to Sasquatch in the fight.

- This dream really sucks.
- I'm serious.

- Look, I think it's nice
that you have confidence

in your boyfriend, but don't
let that get all over me, okay?

- It's not that.
The bodyguard,

he has a weakness
that no one knows about.

- Mm, except you?
- And Sasquatch.

- Okay, what is it?

- He's blind in his left eye.

- [scoffs]
Says who?

- Sasquatch watched him fight.

He missed the block on every
left hook that came at him.

- You said left eye,
so that'd be the right hook.

- I meant right eye, left hook.

- Yeah, it's the right eye.
He definitely said the right.

- Look, you're not
exactly giving me

the reliable source
vibe at the moment.

- The fuck does it matter
what eye he's blind in?

The fact is he is blind
in an eye,

and Sasquatch sure as shit
knows which one--

- Well, I hope Sasquatch
paid more attention than you.

- I'm just trying to help you.

- Yeah, about that, why?

You still care about me, right?

- Alvarez told me about Davis'
family losing their home.

I figured I knew something
that could help him.

- Mm-hmm.

Thanks for the tip.

- I'm going now.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, wait.

Um...

Sasquatch ever talk to you
about his work?

Like what SecCorp's doing here?

All the illegal shit
they're doing?

- Sasquatch and I don't
really talk about work.

Never, actually.

- You don't find that weird?

- How is it weird, Roback?

- I mean, just, he might be
hiding something from you.

- He's not hiding anything
if I just don't give a shit.

- Well, maybe you should
give a shit.

- Maybe you should switch
your bets to Sasquatch.

all: [speaking French]

- [speaking Pashto]

all: [speaking French]

- [speaking Pashto]

all: [speaking French]

- [speaking Pashto]

- You too.
Get in line.

both: [speaking Pashto]

- Blue 42! Blue 42!

- How do you prove somebody's
blind in their right eye?

- I don't know.
You believe Durkin?

- Believing Durkin is
more your wheelhouse.

What the fuck you doing?

Non-seeing right eye
motherfucker.

- We gotta change our bets.

- Ah, no way.

You two come any closer,
I'm gonna have to report you.

- Look, we're gonna
take your advice.

We're switching our bets
to Sasquatch.

- Aw, tough break, girls.

You're too late.
Books are closed.

- You said you wanted
odds on Sasquatch.

We brought you odds.

- But I'm afraid
it's not that simple.

- What's the complication?

- Well, somebody already
gave me odds on Sasquatch.

The scales are balanced.

Don't need
your charity anymore.

- Who?

- Well, sorry.
I don't kiss and tell.

- Sasquatch?

- Wouldn't be a crime
for the man

to bet on himself, would it?

- We wanna piggyback
on that bet.

- Please refer
to my earlier answer of no.

- Yo, chef.

What's the soup today?

- Right.

Well, since you're
asking so nicely,

looks like I have
no alternative

but to accept
your late inning switcheroo.

- Outstanding.

- Under one condition.
- What condition?

- If you lose, not only is
all the hashish mine,

but I'm gonna
want a good amount

of cold hard cash on top.

- You got it.

- You two seem pretty sure
of yourselves.

You know something
that I don't?

- We're just feeling
very lucky today.

- Well, I hope so.

For your sakes.

- I'm gonna run these samples
back at my base.

If there's anything
that needs attention,

we can take it from there.

- I have to say
I'm surprised you came.

- Well, I want to help people.

You helped me find
a way to do that.

But this is just the beginning.

By the time I'm done,
I wanna be able to examine

pretty much everyone
in this village.

- Well, let's keep
our expectations under control.

- Is there running water here?
- No.

- Okay, we're gonna have to
figure out a water situation.

I assume there's
no generator here.

I'll have to bring one in.
Fine.

Unless you think that'll draw
too much attention.

- [laughs]
- Why are you laughing?

- I have never seen you
so frantic like this.

- Well, I'm frantic because I'm
risking my family and career.

The two things I stand
to lose by just being here.

And, you know, I am crazy.

I came here alone,
no protection,

my CO doesn't even know
that I'm here.

Why did you do that?

- I am fairly certain
that you like me.

- Interesting theory.

- You do not?

- I thought I was
playing it cool.

- [laughs]

We both thought
we were playing it cool.

We are both idiots.

[indistinct shouting]

- My whole fucking life
depends on this.

- Don't worry, amigo,
It's all gonna go our way.

- You don't know that.

I can't believe
I listened to you.

You bet on NASCAR races.
Who bets on cars?

- These PJ guys are legit.

Cameron's actually
a pretty nice dude.

- Sasquatch gotta win this.
Man.

- Anchor four.

- Yeah, yeah.
All right, guys, let's go.

Team Phoenix,
we're out of here.

- Hey, see?
- Huh?

- If we weren't grounded,
we'd be on that call.

And we'd miss the whole fight.
How fucking lucky are we?

- Oh, Lord Jesus.
Sasquatch gotta win.

- Boxers, to your corners.
The fight is about to begin.

- I can't do this.
I gotta get closer.

I don't care
if somebody reports--

- Davis.

- Take it all in, Sas.

- All I see are
a bunch of assholes

who are about
to lose their money.

- If you win.

[hollering]

All except two.

I had a couple guys
switch their bets last minute.

They put every dime on you.

Probably 'cause
you look supplemented

to oblivion, mate.

- Who fucked up my odds?

- Oh, it was...

- Those two assholes are
about to cost me money.

- Hey, don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.

Focus.

All right, everybody.
Keep it down.

Hey, shut the fuck up.

Are you people ready
to see some fucking bloodshed?

[cheering]

Whoo.
Hit it.

Now let's meet our fighters.

In the one corner,
we've got the bull from Kabul,

the Jallalabadass,
the Afghan Ali,

the man we all know and love.

Actually,
I don't know his name,

but who cares,
he's big and scary.

It's this guy.

[hollering, clattering]

And in the other corner,

the as-of-yet undisputed
son of Bigfoot himself,

here to make his daddy proud,
give it up for your boy,

SecCorp superstar,
S-S-S-S-S-Sasquatch!

[booing and cheering]

- [whistles]
Let's go.

[cow bell ringing]

Okay, here we go.
Here we go.

- What are you ladies
waiting for?

That means fight.
Go on.

[audience ohs]

- He's got him
on the ropes already?

- Look, Sasquatch
has just gotta play

the calm
before the storm, okay--

- I can't watch this.

- Hey, he's back.
He's back.

- Mess him up, baby.

- Yeah!
[overlapping shouting]

- Yeah!

- Khalil, give him
the eight count.

- One, two, three--
- In Pashto, you twit.

- One, two, three...
- [speaking Pashto]

- Four, five, six...
- [speaking Pashto]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[audience ohs]

- [groaning]

- One, two, three...

- No.

- Four, five, six, seven...

- Get the fuck up, man!

- Eight.
You're done.

Afghan, our new winner.

- I can't watch this.
I can't watch this.

[cheers and applause]

- Wake up, baby.
Please, come on.

Come on, honey.

- And that's how you sell it.

- What happened?
He fucking had him.

- We'll fix this.

- It's over.
I'm dead.

[helicopter whirring]

- Cameron?

- How are vitals?
- He's dead.

- Take him in
for pronouncement.

- That should have been us.

- [sighs]