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Today, the United States Military

honors the extraordinary heroism

of Private Second Class Anthony Petrocelli.

Four enemy combatants dressed in the uniforms

of the Afghan National Army drove up to attack our base.

When an injured combatant attempted to detonate

the explosives hidden in their vehicle,

Private Second Class Petrocelli eliminated that combatant

before his finger could hit the detonator,

saving the lives of himself and others.

Group, attention!

Dismissed.

- Congratulations! Good job! - Thank you.

Hey, hero, hold up a sec.

What do you guys want?

To congratulate our good buddy.

Yeah, first piece of hardware, kid, congrats.

Really? What do you guys want?

No, we mean it, man. Proud of you.

Gee, thanks, guys.

We do need you to do us a favor.

Look, we have a requisition form

from Colonel Austin's office, and we just need you

- to take it to the armory... - Colonel Austin?

...and use it to procure us some weapons.

Colonel Austin asked for me?

Not really. It's coming from Corporal Durkin.

Colonel Austin knows nothing about this.

Why can't you guys just do this yourself?

We could, but it might arouse some suspicion

being that we're medics and all.

But as an infantry soldier...

Decorated infantry soldier.

It wouldn't attract any unwarranted attention,

you know?

I am a private second class now.

We know.

So I'm no longer gonna fall

for your side hustles and schemes.

Later, guys.

There's money involved.

And you just bought a brand new car, right?

Tell me what you're gonna do with the weapons,

- or I'm not checking them out. - Okay, look...

We've located a bag of money.

- Bag of money? - Big bag of money.

Doesn't belong to anybody.

How can it not belong to any...

Stop asking all the smart questions.

It's located in Taliban country.

Could get real dangerous.

Hence we need the gear.

This is pretty heavy-duty gear.

Well, it's a pretty heavy-duty mission.

And you need a warrior, and that is what I am now,

a decorated warrior.

No kids allowed.

It's too dangerous.

I am coming with you guys.

Sorry, kid. For your own safety.

How many Bronze Stars do you guys have, huh?

Three? Two?

None?

See, that's what I thought... none.

So unless you bring me along, I'm not signing out shit,

and you two can fight the Taliban

with your witty back-and-forth.

Okay, Rambo, get Durkin to organize

a flyaway security team.

- I can handle it. - I sure fucking hope so.

Now go get that gear. We gotta take off soon.

Like lightning.

You sure about this?

Got no choice but to be sure about this.

Kid's the only one we can trust besides Durkin

when we need her to cover for us at the base.

Fine, but the kid stays with the bird.

Doesn't get in our way or harm's way.

I got news for you, amigo.

It's all harm's way on this one.

How long have you been standing there?

A while.

What do you want?

To talk.

I'm busy.

The only reason I threw that fight

was 'cause I thought you and Roback

were fucking each other behind my back.

Can I come in?

Take that as yes.

You hurt a lot of people when you threw that fight.

That was sort of the point.

So you're here to gloat?

I'm here to ask you a question.

Were you fucking Roback behind my back

the entire time we were together?

You asked me that already.

I'm asking you again.

Yes.

Glad that turns you on?

You not lying to me, what turns me on.

And now that you're being honest with me,

I wanna be honest with you.

I still wanna be with you.

Why?

Because you're the only thing out here

that makes sense to me anymore.

We were talking about building our life together

I was excited by the possibilities.

Didn't even think that was conceivable for me,

but it turns out, when it comes to you,

I'm not dead inside.

I really have to go.

When things were good between us,

they were very good.

Try to remember that.

Since we might actually die today,

I finally told my parents about you.

Oh, shit.

How'd they react?

As expected, they were very upset

that you're not Catholic.

I'll convert.

But also, as expected, they were very thrilled

that you are a U.S. citizen, so I'll convert.

Assuming that we survive this,

your parents'll grow to love me.

Oh, yeah? Is that usually what happens?

Moms love me for some reason.

Dads... not so much.

Not a mystery.

Oh, what you got in there, an ICBM?

Ah, basically.

Thank you, Corporal Durkin.

So what do I gotta do to get my Silver Star?

Not go out on unauthorized missions

to retrieve $1/4 million of U.S. taxpayer money

for your own personal gain.

So, look, before we take off, I wanna give

anybody who wants it the chance to back out.

Stepping in some pretty serious shit here,

so if you're having second thoughts,

or you just like being alive and smelling the roses,

now's the time to step off the bird.

The bank I owe will not let me step off the bird.

The lawyer I need to pay

will not let me step off the bird.

The loan on my 6.2 liter supercharged Chevy Camaro

will not let me step off this bird.

I'm not stepping off because I like y'all.

Besides, none of you know how to fly this thing.

Kid, that's where you're sitting?

For your first time?

Yeah.

I got it.

Think this is the first time I actually know

why I'm in Afghanistan,

why I'm putting my life on the line.

Clarity of mission.

But why I still gotta end up having to put

my life on the line for everything?

'Cause...

Nothing in life gets handed to people like us.

People like us, we gotta reach out and take it.

Amen to that.

We're gonna hit the LZ in two mikes.

Whoo! Yeah!

Let's rock this shit!

Yeah!

We're gonna have to protect this kid,

make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

This day was gonna be tough enough

- without having to babysit. - No shit.

I'm gonna try to put us down

as close to coordinates as possible,

but y'all might have some walking to do.

Need you to hang back in the rear with the gear.

It's the most important job.

Need you to look after Crash.

Okay?

Happy to babysit.

Babysit? No!

Fuck that! I am coming with you guys!

All right.

Hang back.

You can be the caboose.

Caboose is loose.

Head down, eyes up, Private.

We're in Taliban country.

Hey, I got you on radio.

If I get spooked, I'm going into a holding pattern,

so let's try keeping contact at all times

so I can touch down when you need me.

Don't worry. We'll be in touch.

Hey, halt!

Open the fucking gate.

I have orders to not let

you SecCorp guys leave the base.

And I'm ordering you to open the fucking gate.

You don't have authority over us.

Let us out, boy.

He's not your boy.

He's a corporal in the United States Army.

You can't keep us here.

I can do whatever I want.

Let us out.

No can do.

What's he gonna do, sir?

Something stupid.

Have your men raise the gate.

Don't think that's a good idea.

Well, I don't pay you for your opinions.

I pay you to do what I fucking tell you to do.

Afraid I can't do that.

Oh. God damn it.

Raise the gate.

Your men best stand down.

Sounds like good advice to me.

All right, get back in the fucking trucks.

You're gonna be sorry you went up against me.

Already sorry.

You'll be getting a call shortly

from the Under Secretary of Defense.

I suggest you take it.

You and I'll deal with your insubordination later.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls.

Let's turn this convoy around!

Admire the way you stood up to Jennings.

He loses this war, he's gonna make sure

this all comes down on my head.

That's what makes it cause for admiration.

Think I'm starting to figure out your type.

And what's that?

Crazy suicidal heroes.

What are we gonna do with all that cash?

I was actually thinking the same thing.

Like, where are we gonna hide it?

Where we hide everything... in our lockers.

Then how am I gonna get it to my folks?

You can mail it to 'em.

And pray that it gets there without being opened or stolen?

Assuming it gets there, what are they gonna do

with all that cash? Can't take it to a bank.

They record any deposit over 10 grand.

There's a kid in my infantry unit

that steals weapons from the armory,

takes 'em apart, and sends the pieces home one at a time,

then put 'em back together and sells 'em for top dollar.

To collectors?

Nah, mostly to gang members.

We could do the same thing.

He says the packages always get back home.

See?

Once we get the money home, we deposit it

a little bit at a time. It's not that complicated.

We're getting closer.

To what is the question.

This is it.

I don't see any money.

Thank you, eagle eyes.

Let me see that.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

I don't see anything.

Let's spread out and search.

If it's not here, we're fucked.

Considering where we are, even if it's here,

we're fucked.

Are we rich yet?

Just keep an eye on, kid.

We're in hostile territory.

Son of a bitch.

That does not sound very triumphant.

What are those?

These are the tracking bands

that held the stacks of cash together.

Whoever found the money

definitely knows how we track it,

took the bands off.

Great, someone found the money before we did.

Didn't count on them being smart.

Only counted on us being dumb.

You hear that?

What was that?

- That! - Get down.

What the fuck are you doing, Private?

Stay down, shut up.

Boz?

9 million goats in Afghanistan.

Not every one of 'em is Boz!

This one is!

Kid wants to believe it's Boz, let him.

Who the hell is Boz?

It's the kid's battle buddy.

Oh, army won't take Mexicans,

but they will take a fucking goat.

All right, there's no cash to be found here.

Let's get back to the fucking bird.

Our asses been hanging out here long enough.

Hey, Boz doesn't look so good.

He's probably just hungry. It's hard out here for a goat.

Now come on, kid, let it be.

Oh, shit.

Oh, poor Boz... he's sick.

Condolences.

Just wipe it off. Let's go.

It's money.

Are they hundreds?

They were.

Great, the goat ate the money.

Insult to fucking injury.

I doubt the goat found the bag,

took the tags off, and then ate it.

Somebody's got that cash.

Taliban got the cash.

Can't be far.

Actually, it can be far.

What if Boz found the people

who found the money and started eating it?

If he found them once, he can do it again.

So you're suggesting we engage the Taliban?

I'm not saying engage.

So what, we knock on doors?

Tell people we lost something and thank 'em for returning it?

But it might not be militia. They might just be a family.

Yeah, who I'm sure would be just as attached

to the money as if they were fighters.

We've come all this way. The money could be close.

I'm not ready to give up just yet.

I am.

The more time we spend out here,

the more dangerous it gets.

Davis!

Sweetie.

Hm?

I think it's time to give up.

Not you too.

This is going from foolish to suicidal.

I tried.

You did.

Guess we're all screwed.

Well...

no one I'd rather be screwed with... than you.

That's the saddest, sweetest thing I've ever heard.

Yeah, that's me.

Let's go, kid.

Come on, buddy.

So, if you don't mind my asking,

who is this harlot?

Harlot?

The woman your husband's leaving you for.

You know, I didn't ask.

You don't give a shit, do you?

Afraid not... I mean, I do, and I don't.

I just want him to be happy.

He's a great guy but just not my type.

What's your type then?

I have no fucking idea.

My God, it's terrifying.

I have no idea who I am without a husband and two kids

back home waiting for me to return.

It can be an emotional safety net.

He's gonna want custody.

Does he deserve it?

Oh, God, yes. I'm a terrible mother.

I doubt that.

No, I am. And I really don't wanna go

back home and try to be a good one.

But I am scared that when I look down,

I'm not gonna want any of this.

Any of what?

The army, medicine, everything.

It's a real possibility.

Jesus, you're supposed to talk me off the ledge

not back on it.

Says who?

Go on, get on that ledge, breathe the fresh air...

jump if you want.

Coming back empty handed?

All we found was a goat.

That's a damn shame. Let's load up and take off.

Whoa, hold on there partner.

Yeah, it's not gonna work kid.

Boz is coming with us.

No, he ain't.

Oh, I think that he is.

I'm not getting in the bird with a filthy animal.

Boz.

Boz!

Boz!

Where the fuck you going?

Goat might be leading us to the money.

The goat might be leading us to the place where he shits.

Look, I didn't come here to go back with a goat,

but you're welcome to stay on the bird.

Damn it.

This ain't getting any easier.

We'll be right back.

Should I answer that, sir?

Let it ring a few times first.

My pleasure, sir.

Colonel Austin's office.

Yes, one moment.

Yes, Mr. Secretary.

Yes, I did.

I have good reason to believe they're en route

to conduct a mission that would have them commit high crimes

including breaking Geneva Convention rules.

Yes, I believe I can back it up.

Yes, I realize there are consequences here,

and I...

This is it, Corporal, final showdown.

Jennings vs. Austin.

Only one of us is gonna be left standing.

Now, do me a favor and get Major Holloway

and Sergeant Roback in my office right away.

Sergeant Roback...

May I ask why, sir?

This pissing contest I'm into with Jennings,

it's moved our timetable way up,

so I need to get my ducks in a row

so I can file this report ASAP.

I believe Sergeant Roback is out on a mission, sir.

What mission?

I'm not entirely sure, but my best guess

would be saving lives, sir.

All right,

the minute he lands, have them both in my office.

Absolutely, sir.

Boz!

Sergeant, this is Guardian 6-Alfa.

Go for Romeo.

I don't know where the fuck you guys are,

or what the fuck you're doing but you need to hurry it up

because Guardian 6 wants to see you right away,

and I'm not sure how much longer I can cover for you.

I have full confidence in your ability

to buy me more time, 6-Alfa. Romeo out.

Shit.

Those are probably the guys who took the money.

Then again, they might not be.

That's why we gotta find out.

How?

I don't know.

We gotta make 'em leave somehow.

Hey, time to put Durkin's goody bag to some use.

How 'bout this?

That'll work.

You gonna take 'em all out?

Not my style, amigo.

Are you kidding me?

You've been carrying the whole belt around for one round?

It's all I could find.

Go.

Probably only bought us a couple of minutes.

How do you know they're all gone?

We don't.

Just asking.

Go.

Clear!

Go.

Clear!

Clear!

What now?

Search for the cash.

I didn't see 'em bring it with them.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

If they were the ones who found it.

There's nobody else around here for miles.

What exactly am I looking for?

Small, camo duffel.

$1/4 million fits in a small, camo duffel?

And even enough room for another 1/4 mill.

You'd think that much money would take more space.

Everybody thinks that.

Shit. Come on, come on.

Anybody?

- Nothing. - Nada.

- Empty. - Shit.

Mission not accomplished.

Now we really need to get out of here.

Come on, man, it's here somewhere, it's gotta be.

We checked everything.

And once those fighters realize it was just a grenade,

they're gonna figure out who shot it and where it came from.

Okay.

It's okay, son. We're not gonna hurt you.

I don't think he's all too worried

about that right now.

Also not so sure he speaks English.

Fuck.

Petrocelli, lower your weapon.

He's gonna get 15 off before you can get one.

We're not here to kill people.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna grab something, okay?

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

That thing is useless.

Mother.

Mor.

Father?

Baba.

Family.

Koraney.

Guessing his family's dead.

He was probably conscripted by the Taliban.

He's not here by choice.

That makes all of us at this point.

Boz?

Hey.

Okay, let's get back to the bird.

Fuck.

What about the money?

There is no money.

What does he want?

I don't know. Maybe he wants to come with.

- Tell him no. - We're just gonna leave him here?

Ain't got no choice.

What's he trying to tell us?

Holy shit.

Good job, kid.

Don't ever fucking doubt me again!

Do you hear that? I'm doubting you!

Grab the boy.

Grab the boy?

They come back, they see the money's gone,

they're gonna kill him.

Let's radio Crash, let him know we're ready to RV.

What the fuck you doing?

Insurance.

Crash, we need you.

In a holding pattern. You gotta give me a few.

We don't have a few!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Take cover, kid!

Get down!

Can you see them all?

I got three.

It's okay, Boz.

Boz is hit!

It's you that's been hit.

What? Oh, shit.

Oh... oh, shit!

Calm down, I got it.

Am I gonna die?

Now would be a good time to let go of that goat.

6-Alfa, this is Romeo.

Talk to me.

Can you still track the GPS on those money bands?

Roger that.

Do it now! Send fire!

On its way.

You are literally a lifesaver.

Sir, we just received this fire mission.

We have eyes on confirmed Taliban.

There's a team on the ground.

Advise the pilots it's danger close.

Why isn't any of this on my radar, Corporal?

Spec op, sir. Colonel Austin's orders.

We have a pair of fighters five mikes out.

Steel on target.

Thank you, sir.

Jesus, that was close!

Oh, shit.

Are we gonna die?

I hope not.

Sorry we brought you along.

I'm never gonna get to drive my new car.

Have you ever been laid?

No.

Then I would mourn the loss of that

much more than a fucking car.

If we get out of this, I'm gonna fucking get laid.

As long as it's not with the goat.

- Oh, my. - Oh, way to go, Grace!

Get down. Get down!

Hold fire! I say again... hold fire!

Sir, call off CAS.

Aborting Zulu.

Come on.

Is the kid okay?

He'll live.

Don't you get a medal for being wounded in combat?

Yeah, but this isn't exactly sanctioned combat.

Let's get our asses out of here

before this kid hits puberty.

What'll happen to him?

No idea.

Anything's better than fighting and dying for the Taliban.

Boz?

It ain't Boz.

It's probably Boz.

He still stays behind.

No! I already said good-bye to this goat once.

Corporal Buckley would never forgive us

if we left Boz behind to get eaten by wild boars again.

This goat is the real hero.

He's the one who led us to the money.

I would give him my Bronze Star

if I wasn't so sure he'd eat it.

Colonel Austin's waiting for you.

Okay.

What happened to him?

I was cleaning my rifle when it went off.

How was that?

Could use a bit more pizzazz.

At least you guys are still alive.

Thanks to you, Corporal.

Success?

Oh, yeah.

Who's he?

Oh, Roback and I are thinking of adopting him.

Excuse me?

She's kidding. It's an orphan LN.

We didn't wanna leave him behind.

Half kidding.

Colonel Austin really needs to see you.

Okay, just let me get the kid to the OR.

- I'll be good. - Now, Sergeant.

This is serious business, folks.

We're accusing SecCorp

of killing Corporal John Buckley.

We're accusing them of poisoning

a friendly village's drinking water.

We're accusing them of fear and intimidation

to clear that town, and, in the process,

assault on a major in the U.S. Army.

I'm sure there's more stuff we could throw in there, sir,

but it's a good start.

Sounds pretty good to me, sir.

Didn't ask you.

Yes, sir.

Hopefully, this is enough for the government

to open an investigation into their dirty dealings,

but know this...

when this report gets filed and it goes public,

SecCorp is gonna come at us with everything they got.

And they got everything.

Now for the moment of truth.

Who's gonna go next?

At the risk of losing career and family.

Well done, Major. Sergeant?

Show me you got what it takes.

Outstanding, Sergeant.

Doing what's right can lead you

to some pretty hard places, sir,

so I guess don't look down,

close your eyes, and jump.

That was very evocative.

Thank you, sir.

God be with us.

Dismissed.

Ma'am.

I think I finally get you.

I hope that's good and not bad.

It's a little of both.

So it's all here...

Minus the four grand Boz ate,

but that should be enough to cover your mom's medical bills.

We finally pulled this off.

Can't believe you actually came through this time.

There's always another way, amigo.

That should be enough to cover Petrocelli's car loan.

And that should be enough to engage the service of

the finest immigration lawyer money can buy.

Thank you.

Of course.

If SecCorp makes good on their threat to you,

you're gonna need a lawyer too, so...

I'd rather just use it

to get my mom and sisters out of Hemet.

I love how good you are to your family.

Well, you're my family now too.

That was nice.

It was.

Sorry, I wasn't quite prepared for that.

It's nothing. It's nothing.

We should talk about this.

No, there is nothing to talk about.

A husband wants to kiss his wife.

I mean, there's nothing wrong with that.

That's great, really. I'm happy for you guys.

No, there's nothing to be happy for.

You don't need to pretend.

Pretend?

Yeah... that you're okay with this.

I am okay with this.

Well, you shouldn't be.

'Cause you... you don't deserve this.

Sasquatch and I may try to make another go of it anyways.

Really?

Hardly think you're in a position to judge.

No, I just... Sasquatch?

Why do you give a shit?

I don't.

I think you do.

No, I don't.

You really covered our asses out there.

We owe you big-time.

Yeah, well, to a point.

What does that mean?

Someone's gonna have to take the fall

for ordering an airstrike without proper authorization.

Who?

Probably me.

No, that doesn't work for us.

Doesn't work for me either, but there you go.

We can't let that happen.

Someone's gonna have to take the fall.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Was not about to let you take the rap for Durkin alone.

Pretty fucking serious charges this time.

Yeah.

Well, suddenly not being up against it for a moment...

I didn't know what to do with myself.

You might regret this one.

I'm glad you're here, amigo.

Jesus.

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