All language subtitles for Ambush.2023.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(ENGINE CHUGS)

(SNIFFLES) At ease.

Well, let's get to it.

I've never known you
any other way.

An intelligence binder.

It's fallen into enemy hands.

It has the names and locations

of hundreds of
Vietnamese operatives

working with our military.

As you can imagine,
it's imperative

that their identities
not fall into the Viet Cong.

That binder must be
retrieved and destroyed

at any cost.

Understood.

We sent two Special Forces teams
north to recapture it.

They're en route back to us.

- Where?
- North of DMC.

Small outpost
in the Quang Tri province.

The area's hot.

If the Viet Cong discover
the binder is missing...

They'll send
a division after it.

Expect a firefight.

- When do I leave?
- Chopper's ready.

I'm sending Crawford with you.

Crawford?

What aren't you telling me?

It's chess.

Let's stay 10 moves ahead.

(CHOPPER WHIRRING)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

I'm Corporal Ackerman,
engineer, sir.

- You in charge?
- Of the camp, yes, sir.

The... the ARVN soldiers
fall under the Special Forces

who are training them, sir.

Leaving you the tents?

Sir?

Do you understand
the nature of my presence here?

No, sir. Your mission has not
been disclosed to me, sir.

Take me to HQ.

This way, sir.

What are your orders?

Sir, to assess
the viability of this site

as a forward base location,

study the topography,
sightlines, threat levels,

evaluate what construction
equipment is needed for a base

and to establish a 100% secure

camp perimeter
concurrently, sir.

- Concurrently?
- Yes, sir.

100% secure?

That is the attitude
I must maintain, sir.

A highly classified package
is due to be delivered here.

- This has yet to occur. Correct?
- Yes, sir...

Uh, no. No, sir.
It has not occurred, sir.

To be painfully clear,

if any package,
no matter how small,

were brought to this location,
you would know about it?

I'm in charge of the camp, sir.

Except for the ARVN soldiers

and the Special Forces commandos.

Except for them, sir.

Leaving you the tents.

Sir?

MORA: Dismissed.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SOLDIERS GRUNTING)

MAN: Easy.

(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRPING)

Belt-fed, gas-operated,
1,800 metres effective rounds.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS) Hey. Uh, do you
need help with anything?

ACKERMAN: Well,
aren't you eager?

- MERA: Sir.
- ACKERMAN: What?

Did you find out what
we are really doing out here?

They're not building
a base out here, right?

- We're too exposed.
- ACKERMAN: Guys...

Is that what
that captain... Wait.

That guy is a captain, right?
Is that what he's doing here?

I'm assuming you told him
we've been done here for weeks.

- I mean...
- Guys! Guys, guys, guys!

Please, please. I, um...

I just need to know if, uh...

Have you seen a package
get delivered here?

A package? Do we get
mail service out here?

- No. No, no, no. Never mind.
- No, we...

Never mind. Just... as you were.
Forget about it. Thank you.

- (MEN GRUNTING)
- ACKERMAN: Hey, hey!

I need to be painfully clear
about something.

Have either of you witnessed
the Special Forces boys

receive a package
to this location?

Mail? We don't get
mail service out here.

No. No, not like mail.

And not officially delivered.

- Covertly brought here.
- No.

You seen anything
that looked like that?

- No, nothing like that.
- Well, you know how they are.

They might not disclose
something like that

to the engineers,
but I need to know

everything that goes on
inside this camp, alright?

- You feel like you don't?
- ACKERMAN: Yes.

No, I...

I do not have eyes
on 50 men, alright?

So I asked my team for
a little bit of assistance.

- You are a part of this team?
- Yes, sir.

Yeah, I am part
of your team, sir. (CHUCKLES)

Who's the new captain?

He's just a new captain.

Were you supposed to have
a package for him?

ACKERMAN: Never mind.
As you were.

(MEN CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- ACKERMAN: You seen a package?
- My friend.

- ACKERMAN: What?
- I need you to get down.

- And grab yourself a rifle.
- Why? What do you see?

- Movement.
- Where?

Somewhere.

American?!

MAN: American!

Your engineers set mines
around the camp, right?

ACKERMAN: Uh-huh.

Please safely escort our guests.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. OK.

Shit.

(PANTING) OK.

Hi. How you doing?
I'm Corporal Ackerman.

- Water?
- ACKERMAN: Water? Yeah.

Yeah, we have water.
Sure. You want some?

Um, OK, just follow me.
Uh, we got some at the base.

You have to be careful

'cause we've got mines
around the perimeter.

So just...

Captain Mora,
Special Forces Commander.

My family summers in Lake Tahoe.

Are you familiar
with Lake Tahoe?

Tahoe is a term
we are familiar with.

MORA: Just the two of you?

There were six of us, sir.

Does the enemy know about this?

There were six, sir.

Safeties off tonight, sir.

OK. Let's get you guys some R&R.

(GUNFIRE)

ACKERMAN: Shit.
Friendly fire! Friendly fire!

(MERA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

You're crazy.

You don't want to do that.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

(THUD)

What the fuck were you doing?!

(GASPING)

I did not order you to breathe!

I ordered you
to answer my question!

ACKERMAN: Sir, he was
cleaning his weapon, sir.

That is correct!

He is under your command

so you will answer for him!

What the fuck was he doing?!

Sir, he was cleaning
his weapon, sir!

I ordered him to do it, sir.
Sir, it is my fault, sir!

What the actual fuck

does that child need with a gun?

That was not
rhetorical, dipshit!

Sir, protection
of this camp, sir!

He does not protect.

You and your engineers
do not protect.

You build. You dig a ditch.
You plant some goddamn mines.

But you sure as shit don't fire
your weapons in my perimeter!

Sir, yes, sir!

But what you can do
is help that fucking child

build a world class
shit-eating latrine!

(DARK MUSIC)

I have it in my possession.

Excellent.

Describe the contents.

I have a translator
on that right now.

ETA for confirmation
is five hours.

Confirmed.

What type of documents are
these, based on the structure?

Maps and lists.

Does it read like a ledger?

Yes.

Listen to me.

Cross-reference the words
from the ledger

and scan the map.

Yes, there is a relationship

between the markings on the maps
and the words in the columns.

See if the same words appear
on the maps in the binder.

Yeah, I recognise them.

This is Trie Phong,
right in our own backyard.

Well, it seems we have a map

of potential locations
to operatives, doesn't it?

The sooner we get this
to a secure base, the better.

How long until extraction?

ASAP, first thing tomorrow,

barring a marine layer
or any other bullshit.

Confirmed.

(LAUGHING)

- Oh, you missed the move.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

Hey, buddy.

What the fuck you want?

Do we help them?

What? Dig a shithole?

(SCOFFS) OK, yeah, yeah.
You could go if you want.

But, hey, make sure you're
sleeping outside tonight, OK,

'cause I don't want to have
nobody stinkin' up the place.

You already stink enough.

GATES: But it's not
our call, is it?

We have to follow our...
our leader.

Come on, man.
What's in the binder?

Wait, you looked in the package?

GATES: Tell me you're kidding.

Is everyone in this squad
a fucking moron?

Come on.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

Let me tell you something, guys.

I don't have a good hand.

I haven't had
a good hand all night.

Uh, so if you could, like,
trade, that'd be good.

- You trying to...
- What was in it?

Words, the letters,
and the like, so...

Asshole.

Look, honestly,
half of it was in Viet Cong

with some English code words
next to it, so...

Like a ledger?

- What do you mean, a ledger?
- A list.

Yeah, like a list.

Like why are so many
of us engineers and ARVN

sitting out here for a month

if we're not actually
building a base?

Maybe Captain Mora is...

Knows what our mission is

once he decodes
whatever the binder is.

Hey, what's his deal anyway?
Is he... is he in charge now?

Is anyone in charge?

Why do you rag on him so hard?

(GATES CHUCKLES)

Gates wants
a promotion. (SCOFFS)

What do you guys think, huh?
Gates for corporal, 1966?

(LAUGHTER)

Huh?

You know, I'm afraid
there's gonna come

a time when he gets
all of our asses killed.

You stick close to Captain Mora.

I'd rather have a hardass
giving me orders

than a little buddy.

Take all three.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LOW CHATTERING)

(MACHINE GUN SQUEAKS)

Oh, hey!

This bullshit tastes
like horseshit this morning.

TOMMY: Yeah, I know
that's right. (CHUCKLES)

MAN: Hey. I like it.

TOMMY: Come on, man.

You eat that rancid babyshit
and just do your job.

GATES: Oh, right on.

I'm crushed under the weight
of your rancid words, sir.

So crushed.

- Ain't that right, boy?
- Can I go home now?

RUSTY: What kind
of horseshit are we

not gonna be able to shit later?

You know, the thing
with, um... with that

is that MREs only contain
one gram of fibre, so...

Did you sift through
your own shit to discover that?

No, that information
was achieved

through something
called reading.

I'm reading that your face

was so far up
Captain Mora's asshole

that you just sampled it
off your nose.

(MEN EXCLAIM)

MAN: Damn, man!

The ultra-smart
engineer has no reply?

In front of your men?

- Y'all want him to roast me?
- MAN: Whoo!

- MAN 2: Come on, please.
- MAN 1: Come on, Ackerman.

Ackerman!

A true leader can out-shit-talk
a dumb grunt like me.

- Not before my coffee.
- Well, that's no fun.

(GUNFIRE)

Fuck! Get down!

Fucking get down!

(SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE)

MAN: Get down! Get down!

(RAPID GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Take cover!

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

(GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING)

(BULLETS WHIZZING)

(YELLS)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

- (HEAVY GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

Arggh!

(SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

MAN: Take cover!

MAN 2: Go, go, go, go, go!

(EXCLAIMS)

- (MAN CALLS OUT)
- Arggh!

MORA: Get your head
in the battle, son,

and get to the .60 now!

(STAMMERS) Yeah... Yes, sir.

(MAN SCREAMS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Fuck!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

Everyone, full assault! Now!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Kill them all!

(SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE)

No! No!

God! Goddammit!

(GRUNTS) Shit!

- (MAN ON RADIO) Clear line.
- Captain.

Give me a status report.

14 casualties.

40 enemy dead.

And the binder?

Gone.

Then why are you
still alive? Huh!

You fought off an ambush
outnumbered and surrounded.

They knew the value
of what you had.

Wow.

To be fair, we didn't know
if the information was legit.

I need to be
in the field, James.

I don't know
what's really happening

sittin' behind this desk.

You can do a lot of good
at that desk.

The army needs combat vets
calling the shots,

not bureaucrats.

Well, this office
is full of those.

Dammit, James. I can't know the
enemy if I can't see 'em fight.

Tell me the truth.

- They're relentless and fast.
- Give me more.

They'll face down the barrel
of your gun and charge in,

totally fearless.

What it must be like to command
a platoon of men like that.

We are fighting them
with engineers, sir.

Special Forces might be
the tip of the spear,

but the rest,
they're construction workers.

We're up against
the clock, James.

Whatever your orders are,

I will not fail you again.

We have any idea which
direction the attack came from?

We were suddenly surrounded.

And we have no trace on which
direction they left with?

Minimal.

The battle tore up
the remaining terrain.

I'm gonna send someone in,

someone who can
take care of this,

someone who thinks
outside the box.

Confirmed.

This is a new kind of warfare.

Sir. You, uh...
you asked for the map, sir?

You've studied
the surrounding topography.

If you had to guess,
which direction?

Um, well, sir...

Cambodia is that way

and Hanoi is that way.

(CHOPPER WHIRRING)

That is very fucking helpful.

(DOG BARKS)

- RUSTY: Morning, sir.
- Good morning.

(SIGHS) Where's your boss?

Captain Mora is CO.

You can find him at HQ
with Ackerman.

Alright.

(CHOPPER WHIRRING)

Captain Mora, sir?

Lieutenant Colonel Miller.

Drummond gave me a report
that you guys were attacked

by an invisible enemy that
seemed to come out of nowhere.

I'm not familiar
with that description.

Now you are.

- Ackerman, right?
- ACKERMAN: Yes, sir.

Let's hear it.

We had sightlines
going out 50 metres, sir.

We surveyed
the surrounding topography

and had claymores and flares

set to tripwire
deep in the jungle.

But they seemed to
bypass all that, right?

- Yeah.
- Like it came out of nowhere?

More practically speaking,

we were dug in
and they moved about undetected

because they're
familiar with the land.

We need to find out
where they're going.

Where they're going?

Don't you mean
where they came from?

No.

Can you track them?

That's the idea.

We need to
find them immediately.

Well, that is
usually the desire, sir.

I'm not experiencing a sense
of urgency from you, sir.

Well, Captain Mora,
huntin' is huntin'.

There is
a highly classified document

which is missing
and must be retrieved.

Time is of the essence.

I appreciate that, sir.

- Ackerman.
- ACKERMAN: Sir?

Get me a dead body,
a nice fresh one.

Thank you, sir.

(MORA INHALES DEEPLY,
CLEARS THROAT)

What's with the kid?

Engineer. Very green.

Engineer, huh?

Good.

We're gonna need him
with what we'll find.

And what is that?

Well...

I expect to find
their subway system,

so to speak.

Your cooperation on this
is much appreciated, sir.

MILLER: Come on. Go on.

(DOG PANTING)

Go on, boy.

Come on. Come here.

Hey. Look at me.

Hey, you good?

- (BARKS)
- Alright.

Time to hunt.

I'll need three teams.

OK, boys, let's move out.

(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRPING)

(WATER RUSHING)

- MILLER: Come on.
- (DOG PANTING)

RUSTY: Not bad back there.

That was you on the .60?

Yeah.

Hey, thanks.

That's where a boot like you
will earn the rank.

More importantly,
the respect of your men.

You, uh, mind saying that
a little bit louder,

how good a job I done,
just so the guys could hear?

It doesn't work
that way out here.

Nothing can be faked.
If I see it, they'll see it.

You short term, Rusty?

Double digits.

I'm so short, I can't see
over the dogs up there.

64 days and a wake-up

and my ass is DD
out of the bush.

You?

Um, 325 days.

How about you count
the months at this point?

- (GUNFIRE)
- ACKERMAN: Rusty!

(MEN SHOUTING)

Medic!

(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Cole, where you at?!

Where you at?!

C-team, get my six! Get my six!

Wills!

Move your men to the right.
Stay low. Go!

WILLS: Yes, sir. C-team!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(CHAOTIC GUNFIRE)

MILLER: Wills! Go!

Make way! Make way!
Make way left! Make way left!

Stay left!

Cole, I'm on your six!

Hey! Left side!

I got two! I got two!

(GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING)

Now!

Go!

(GUNFIRE STOPS)

(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRPING)

Clear!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Right, go on. Go on.

ACKERMAN: What... what is that?

We're fighting a new enemy.

They don't come from the sky,
they don't come across water

and they don't come on land.

They come from the earth.

Flashlight.

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

I need you to send
a message to Captain Mora.

- Pay close attention.
- Yes, sir.

(RADIO FLICKERS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

What happened?

MORA: It's to a tunnel.

Miller said they can surface

an entire regiment through them.

They go on for miles.

Miles?

Did he say how long it would
take to cover miles of tunnel?

He didn't.

Miller's plan is to cover above

and send a team below,

see what's down there
and map it out for us.

He said subterranean
warfare is new.

A lot of unknowns.

Crawford there?

As requested.

So we can expect the binder
is in the tunnels.

And they have limited comms...

which gives us
a window of time.

Do we have protocol
for tunnel warfare?

DRUMMOND: No.

Improvise.

You got two hours.

What's at the end of two hours?

DRUMMOND: The end.

Where do we put the pawns
and where do we put the queen?

DRUMMOND: Bishops, rooks,

knights, up on top.

Pawns down below.

And one queen with them.

I'll go below.

Negative.

I need you above ground.

Sir, my experience is an asset.

You're my link in this fight.

I can source a radio man.

Are my orders received, Captain?

Crystal clear, sir.

Speak.

They're kids.

I'm afraid they don't have
the stones for close combat.

Then tell them to grow a pair!

Confirmed. Over and out.

Captain, step aside.

I want to speak
to Crawford in private.

MORA: Stepping out.

Sir.

Crawford.

Are you seeing
anything Mora hasn't?

I believe you're asking
for a contingency plan

when the two hours are up.

Does a failsafe exist?

It does.

Is it an ironclad solution?

It clears the board
of all the pieces,

but that's only
a call you can make.

Two hours, then clear it.

10-4.

(SIGHS)

(RAIN POURING)

(THUNDER CRACKS)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

OK. Understand me?

We gotta get to L-4.

We got two hours.

(SNIFFS) Copy that.

Let's brief them.

Gentlemen, if I could
have your attention, please.

A binder was stolen
during the battle

that contains information

about South Vietnamese
operatives north.

We need to retrieve or destroy
that binder at all costs.

Now, we will have teams
covering the jungle

for enemy resurfacing,

but we will have to send
a team below.

Ackerman, your team's below.

Cole, you're with them.
Cole takes the rear.

The rest of you concentrate
on mapping that network.

Sir, what does
my team offer, sir?

Jesus, Ackerman.

Are you seriously asking me why
you're being sent below, sir?

Yes, I am, sir.

MILLER: OK.

It's obvious.

You're an engineer
and you're smart.

I need your eyes to analyse
what's down there.

I will provide
a detailed map, sir.

MILLER: Well,
I'd appreciate that, Ackerman.

However, the priority
of this mission

is the retrieval or
the destruction of that binder.

While that is being pursued,

I need you boys to focus
on mapping that network.

And, boys, it's likely gonna
be a labyrinth down there.

So watch your topknot.

At minimum, you're recon.

At best, you get in the shit
and you save the day

and we all live above ground
as normal mammals.

Yes, sir.

We gonna save the day,
young man.

MILLER: Ackerman.

Cole is your ace.

If it gets hot, you lean on him.

The rest of you boys,

concentrate on mapping
that network

and get back here alive.

You have two hours
to complete your mission.

What happens
at the end of two hours, sir?

You have two hours.

Lock and load,
gentlemen. Godspeed.

Damn, man.
That's fucking narrow.

I'll take point.

I don't mind, sir.

No, that's my job.

Why don't you lead
from the middle,

help Boyd and Tommy...

Hey, sure thing.

You ain't gotta ask.
Just make the order.

Wait until
the person ahead of you

gives the all clear
before descending.

(GUN CLICKS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(OBJECTS THUD)

(ACKERMAN GRUNTS)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

(GRUNTS)

(BANG ECHOES IN DISTANCE)

(OPPRESSIVE MUSIC RISES)

Clear!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

WILLS: I'll see you
on the other side, man.

(ACKERMAN BREATHES SHALLOWLY)

GLEDHILL: These are cool, man.
They made all these?

ACKERMAN: Hey,
count pace with me.

NEVINS: Yeah, you got it.

(QUIET SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

GLEDHILL: What the fuck?!

Oh, shit! Fuck.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(DOG PANTING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOG PANTING)

Shh.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

(UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS)

(BAG THUDS)

(ACKERMAN BREATHING RAPIDLY)

Make space. Pass it along.

BOYD: Cole says make space.

What's... what's your count
to this juncture?

I got 35 metres. You?

OK, I had 40.
That's close enough.

Keep charting.

OK.

It's clear.

What's the status?

Mapping the tunnels.

But, um, I think we...
we gotta split up or...

We can split up.

Who else can create
a map of the progress?

Nevins.

OK. He'll go with me
and another.

Give me anyone difficult
off your hands,

I'll see to it
they stay in line.

Gledhill, Nevins,
you're going with Cole.

So, Mera, Boyd, Gates,
you're with me.

If any direction
gets too hot or confusing,

we rendezvous back here, OK?

MAN: Copy.

OK.

COLE: Let's move out.

MAN: Shit.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

GLEDHILL: Hey,
I... I can take point.

COLE: I need you
to cover my six.

Don't you know
that's most important?

GLEDHILL: Yeah, that's...
that's right, that's right.

NEVINS: Hey, thanks for
your bravery, Gledhill.

GLEDHILL: Yeah, no problem.

(NEVINS MUTTERS)
God, you're a tool, man.

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

ACKERMAN: OK, alright.

Mera, I need you to take point.

Go slow and don't go far.

MERA: OK, sir. Yep.

ACKERMAN: OK, Gates,
stay on our six.

GATES: OK.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- (SCORPIONS HISS)
- MERA: Fuck! Fuck!

- Fuck! Shit!
- GATES: Mera, what the fuck?

- (MERA GRUNTING)
- Mera! Come on, get here!

- Fuck, fuck!
- GATES: Here! Come on!

- Mera!
- (MERA GRUNTING AND PANTING)

GATES: What's wrong?

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Calm down, calm down.
It's OK. It's OK.

What's wrong?

- (PANTS AND GROANS)
- Holy shit.

It's OK. It's alright.
You're good. It's alright.

Oh...

- GATES: It's alright.
- Can't these things kill me?

No, they... they're just like
really bad bee stings.

How you know that?

I read about it.

OK, listen, Mera.

If we come across an exit shaft,

I'm gonna send you and Gates
up and back to camp, OK?

- MERA: Yes, sir.
- But I need you to get up.

- You gotta get up, alright?
- OK, get up. Come on, come on.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

ACKERMAN: Come across here.

Alright.

OK. Come on, boys.

Easy, easy. Shh.

(SCRIBBLING)

(WHISPERS) Gledhill?

Gledhill?

Gledhill! Fuck.

Gledhill?

Oh! Ugh!

(NEVINS PANTING)

(NEVINS BREATHES RAPIDLY)

Oh, fuck.

Hey. You OK?

He's fucking dead.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Hey. Hey, look. We have to go.

Look. Listen to me.

We have to go.

Come on.

COLE: Stay here.

Ugh!

- Oh!
- (GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (COLE YELLS)
- (BLADE SLICES)

(PANTING)

(GROANS) Nevins, come here!

Check... check them.
Check all of them.

(COLE GROANS)

Find the goddamn binder.

NEVINS: I... I can't.

- I don't see shit.
- COLE: Just look.

(COLE PANTING)

NEVINS: Hey, I have to...

I just gotta find this thing
and I'll get you out of here.

Hey, we'll get you topside
and it'll all be good, OK?

(COLE WHIMPERING)

COLE: It ain't here, brother.

Fucking... fucking useless shit!

COLE: Hey. Hey, prop me up.

I command you.

(GROANS) Now!

OK, OK.

Hey, hey, I got you.

I got you, bro.
Come here, man. Come here.

(GRUNTING)

(COLE WHEEZING)

NEVINS: Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Give me... give me the AK.

- (GROANS)
- (NEVINS PANTING)

Listen. Listen.

They're closing on in.

Your friend's dead.

Go and get out of here.

Hey.

We don't leave men behind.

That's a command.

It's just war.

It's just war.

I'll buy you time.

It's gonna be OK.

(COLE GROANS)

Oh! (PANTING)

(DARK MUSIC)

(MOUTHS)

Clear.

OK. Mera, Boyd, I need you
to cover our exits.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

GATES: Oh, here we go.
Here we go.

ACKERMAN: It's a...
it's not gonna be papers.

It's... it's like a ledger.

It's bound, like a book.

Mera, exits!

MERA: Yes, sir.

(BREATHES RAPIDLY)

(GATES AND ACKERMAN
CHATTER LOWLY)

- ACKERMAN: You see this?
- GATES: You found something?

- ACKERMAN: It's a map.
- GATES: OK. OK.

ACKERMAN: They're
trying to find our camp.

GATES: Well, write some down.
Write some down.

- (BOYD GASPS)
- GATES: Boyd!

Boyd, I heard something.

- ACKERMAN: See these?
- GATES: Oh, shit.

(ACKERMAN AND GATES CHATTERING)

(BOYD EXCLAIMS)

(MAN GRUNTS)

Watch the rear!

OK. OK. Let's go.

Let's just give them
everything, right?

- It's not here, man.
- How do you know that?

Because you saw how many guys
came after it at camp.

They wouldn't leave it
unguarded. Alright?

And those shots we just heard,
that's our team.

- We gotta find them.
- (GRUNTS)

Let's go. Get up.

Come on.

OK.

(HUMMING WEAKLY)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(WIND BLOWING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

These fuckers need to come out
and start fighting like men.

New objective.

We take the fight to them,
put an end to this bullshit.

We're in and out
in under an hour.

An hour's up, anything
in that tunnel is dead.

Come on.

(DOG PANTING)

MILLER: It's better for the dog
if we move in downwind.

WILLS: Copy.

- (DOG WHIMPERS)
- What is it?

- Bunker.
- Where?

I don't know.
I gotta flank wide.

How do you know?

It's that nasty fermented
fish sauce they fucking eat.

Dogs aren't the only ones
who can smell.

You slacking on me, boy? Huh?

- No!
- (DOG WHIMPERS)

WILLS: Alright, let's go.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Move up. Slowly.

(DOG PANTING)

(WHISPERS) Lights.

Alright, we're clear.

Shit.

MERA: Oh, fuck, fuck.

GATES: Look at the size
of this thing.

You could feed a whole regiment.

BOYD: How many soldiers
you think are down here?

ACKERMAN: That doesn't matter.

We're at a dead end.
We gotta keep moving.

- You know where we are?
- Yeah.

GATES: Then why
are we at a dead end?

Because it's a maze.

You find your way through
by eliminating dead ends.

- Stop.
- (NEVINS PANTING)

- Nevins?
- NEVINS: Ack?

Hey, hey, hey,
come here, come here.

- Oh, shit. You're hurt?
- Fuck, fuck.

ACKERMAN: Hey, where's Gledhill?

They're all fucking dead.

- Gledhill's dead?
- Yeah.

Cole?

- It's his blood.
- GATES: No.

Cole's gone? We're fucked.

He was our best chance
of getting out of here!

Tighten up. What happened?

I... I don't fucking know, man.

We... we found a room.

I mean, everything fucking
just went to shit, man.

We... we fucking found this room
and there was nothing in it.

We searched the whole
fucking thing and I...

I just couldn't
find shit, man!

- OK, it's alright.
- And then... and then...

I, uh... I crawled back here.
I got bit by spiders and shit.

Fuck, man. Fuck, fuck!

This place is fucked, man.
We're all gonna fucking die!

ACKERMAN:
Hey, we're not, we're not.

- We're not gonna die.
- Yeah? Do you know the exits?

- Yes.
- Yeah? Then which fucking way?!

GATES: He doesn't know
what he's doing.

Yes, I do. I know where we are.

- I know how to get out of here.
- Bullshit.

That map tells you the same exit
that we already came,

the same exit
we all already know.

You are lost!

We are about
a click away from camp

so we're due for another exit.

Now, I told Mera
I would get him out of here.

That's what I'm gonna do.
But I need your help.

Please, man.

We've been, uh, yelling

and... and they can
probably hear us.

So can... can we move, please?

Let's go.

(LOW TENSE MUSIC)

(MUTTERS)

He's fucking lost, man.

Hey, Gates for corporal, 1966.

ACKERMAN: Double the space
between you.

This is tighter.

(PANTING)

(BREATHES RAPIDLY)

Mera?

(CHUCKLES)

I got daylight.

OK. Come on.

Hey, you think you can cover me?

- Yeah. One second.
- OK.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

- ACKERMAN: You got me?
- MERA: Yeah, I got you.

OK. (PANTING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUNSHOTS)

- MILLER: Friendly?!
- Yeah.

- MILLER: Who is it?
- It's Ackerman!

I've got a wounded man!
Am I clear to come out?

Hold your fire!

ACKERMAN: They shot Mera!

- Ackerman?
- ACKERMAN: Yeah?

MILLER: All clear. Come out.

Guys, send Mera up!
Send him up. We're good.

(MERA GROANING AND YELLING)

- Come on, Mera. Hey.
- GATES: Come on. Come on, man.

- Come on, man.
- Come on. I got you, buddy.

- MERA: No, no!
- GATES: I got you.

ACKERMAN: OK,
I won't touch it. Here.

- Come on. Come on.
- Come on, come on, come on.

- (MOANING)
- Lay down. Lay down right here.

- (WAILS)
- GATES: Where's he hit?

ACKERMAN: Mera,
where'd they get you, buddy?

- Huh? Where'd they get you?
- My shoulder.

ACKERMAN: Shoulder?
It's his shoulder.

- MERA: I can feel it in my body.
- OK. Alright.

- (MERA WEEPS) Please!
- It's OK.

- You're gonna be alright.
- (MERA PANTING)

- MILLER: Ackerman?
- ACKERMAN: Yeah.

- MILLER: On me.
- ACKERMAN: OK.

GATES: It's alright, man.
It's alright. It's alright.

Your boy's been shot
in his extremities.

No organs or arteries damaged.

He ain't gonna die.

But his body is trying to panic
and go into shock.

If that happens,
his life's in danger.

What he needs right now
is people around him

who aren't panicking,
who are firm and calm.

You're his leader. What do you
think you should do?

GATES: You're alright,
you're alright.

- Yes, sir.
- You're alright. You're alright.

Hey, uh... Hey, Mera?

(MERA MOANING AND YELLING)

Hey. Hey, can you
do me a big favour?

Can you hold this for me?

Hey, so I just spoke
to the colonel.

And you know what he said? Huh?

Look at me. He said
you're gonna be fine.

Huh?

So... you're gonna
be fine, right? Yeah?

- MERA: OK.
- OK, do me a favour.

Breathe like
you're fine. Alright?

- I'm going to be fine, sir.
- Yeah, you can breathe.

MILLER: OK, you three,
take him back to the camp

and report his status
to Captain Mora.

- It's you and me, cowboy.
- WILLS: Copy that.

- MILLER: You got the documents?
- GATES: Yeah. Yeah.

MILLER: Wills, take a look.

WILLS: Can I see them?

ACKERMAN: You want one, sir?

Here you go.

Mm-hm.

What we got?

- WILLS: These ain't them.
- Fucking shit.

We missing someone?

Sorry.

MILLER: Cowboy, why...
why don't you take a minute?

Mm, mm...

MILLER: Take 10 steps away.
Turn around.

You are ordered to breathe.
You are ordered to be alone.

Go on now.

(MERA GROANING)

I'm sorry about your boys.

Pretty hot down there, huh?

It's heavy contact
with the enemy, sir.

Two KIA and now one wounded.

It twisted and turned.

It's a very extensive system
down there, sir.

You're just a click away
from forward camp.

Yeah, that was roughly
my estimate.

- Let me take a look.
- Yes, sir.

(SIGHS)

You do this
just by counting steps?

ACKERMAN: Been trying to.

Is it accurate?

I hope so.

MILLER: Gates, Boyd,

I need you two to make me
a copy of this map.

And, Gates, I want it
detailed as this one is.

You got it. No problem.

- I know you will.
- Alright.

So you want the good news
or the bad news?

How about the bad news, sir?

The Mets lost.

And you gotta go back inside.

You did good, Ackerman.

- You did real good.
- Yes, sir.

Get some chow.

(GRIM MUSIC)

Clear.

(GRIM MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Clear.

(METALLIC TAPPING)

Hey, hey.

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

- CRAWFORD: Fuck.
- Hold your fire!

- CRAWFORD: Friendlies?
- Yeah.

Yeah, there's
four of us in here.

Hey, you're, uh...
you're Crawford, right?

Yeah. You're 'Hack', right?

Ackerman, 'Ack'.
How many of you are there?

There's three of us.
You find the binder?

No, did you?

Would I ask if I had?

No.

What's with the arsenal?

Oh, we found
their weapons storage.

About 50 metres down there,
turn right.

Go grab yourself something.

I think we're good.

Suit yourself.
There's some good shit in there.

Check this baby out.

- Need a light?
- Hey, stop!

It's not a fucking joke, man!

Oh!

Where are the rest of you? Lost?

There were three casualties,
one wounded.

Is what it is, hmm?

Come on. Let's check this out,
see what we can find.

Aren't you supposed to
be topside covering the exits?

Let's go, big man.

(ACKERMAN SIGHS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

CRAWFORD: Recon down left,
see what you find.

- MAN: Yeah.
- Ditch diggers?

You're going right.

You and me are gonna
hold this junction, chief.

This ain't up for
discussion, kiddos.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

ACKERMAN: It's OK.
Just be careful.

(CRAWFORD SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

How you feeling, chief?

(SCOFFS) I'm great.

Too bad about those casualties.

Yes, it is.

Hell of a thing, sending all
you engineers into this shit.

Yeah.

Why you think they put this
whole mission on your shoulders?

I don't know.

You would have to ask
Captain Mora.

Well, they want you
to find this thing,

but what else is your objective?

To map the tunnels.

(CRAWFORD CHUCKLES)

That's a mission, huh?
Draw maps?

(SNICKERS)

"What did you do
in the war, Daddy?"

"Well, son, I drew maps."

(LAUGHS)

Wow. You got us figured out.

Eh, wanna know my guess?

- Sure.
- Bait.

Send you down
hoping they'll go topside.

How's that sit with you? Hmm?

Hmm? Bait.

Hmm. (SNIFFS)

Less than an hour
of map-making left.

Nothing that way. Just
a water well and a dead end.

But no enemy contact.

My team, on my six.

Ackerman, you and your boys
hold this junction.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- (GUNFIRE)
- Arggh!

(FIRE WHOOSHES)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Turn your lights off.

(LOW SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MAN GROANING WEAKLY)

(QUIET SIZZLING)

(WHEEZING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING AND WHEEZING)

(CRAWFORD BREATHING HEAVILY)

(METAL CLANKS)

ACKERMAN:
Contact! Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Hey, what are you guys
waiting for?

- (BLADE CLINKS)
- Whoa, whoa! Leave them be!

- What the fuck do you care?!
- He's barely alive.

Yeah, well,
then it's a mercy kill...

Hey, you leave them!

There's no honour
in killing sick and wounded.

Honour?!

These guys sharpened stakes,
hid them in the ground,

and Gledhill died on them, man!

I'm sorry that you weren't there
to watch him bleed out!

- Were you guys there for that?
- GATES: Relax.

Relax? Relax? Is that
the honourable thing to do?!

Look, I'm not trying to
take away from what you saw.

But this is war, right?
It's what you signed up for!

- You think...
- ACKERMAN: Hey! Hey! Hey!

- I didn't grab you! No grabbing!
- None of us were there!

None of us were there!
That's my fault!

It's my fault, OK?

And if you think it's right
to kill these people,

then you should do it,
but I am ordering you not to.

It's your choice.

Captain Mora ordered us
down here, right?

- Yes.
- Well, then, it's his call.

And he doesn't give a damn
about us or anybody's life!

Well, Mora ain't here, is he?
Ack's giving orders.

Hey, weren't you the one
that said, "Stick close to Mora,

"don't listen to Ack," because
Ack was gonna get us killed?

Yeah, you know what?

Topside, that's the right call.
You follow the vets.

But it's just us down here.

And like I said, you choose to
follow my orders or you won't.

Do you want to do this, Daniel?

Do you want to
kill these people?

We're moving out.

We're moving out.

Go ahead.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS) Fat fuck!

Huh!

- (GUN CLICKS)
- Sh...

(BOOMING IN DISTANCE)

What the fuck was that?

That was Crawford.

Hey, what's the point
of the map, man?

I mean, this is fucking chaos.

- Do you know the way?
- I'm just saying.

The map's only good for
the next person you give it to.

It's so we don't keep going down

the same tunnels
we done been down.

Can you quit your bitching?

- (SOFT RUSTLING)
- The fuck is that?

(MEN COUGHING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(BOYD SCREAMING)

(GROANING AND MUTTERING
INDISTINCTLY)

(BOYD CONTINUES SCREAMING)

GATES: Nevins?

Nevins?

Nevins's gone.

(GATES PANTING AND GROANING)

Come on, baby.
Come on, Nevins. Come on.

(COUGHING)

I'm not leaving him.
I'm not leaving him.

- BOYD: We have to.
- GATES: No, we don't.

- BOYD: You're hurt.
- We don't leave men behind.

We don't leave men behind.

Ack, we either take Gates
or we drag Nevins's corpse.

We can't do both.

Come on, man. Come on, man.

You're strong, man.
I'm gonna get you out of here.

ACKERMAN: We're leaving him.

- GATES: No.
- ACKERMAN: We gotta leave him.

- I'm gonna get you out of here.
- No, we gotta leave him.

- No! No, we don't.
- We gotta leave him.

- Gates!
- No, I can't!

We gotta... we gotta leave him.

- No, I can't!
- Gates, please!

- No! No!
- Please! Please, man! Please!

GATES: Stop! (GROANS)

ACKERMAN: OK. (GRUNTS)

- Move.
- BOYD: Grab my fucking arm.

(ALL GRUNTING)

ACKERMAN: Go right. Right.

(GATES PANTING) Fuck...

- (GATES GROANS)
- BOYD: Sit. Sit.

Fuck, fuck...

(GATES PANTING)

I can't hear anything!

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Hey, that, uh... that grenade
came from up top, right?

The ceiling had a hole in it.

OK.

So they're ventilation shafts.

That means multiple layers.

The smoke from here has
to be fed up and out somehow.

How big is this fucking place?

Hey, Gates, we'll find
a ventilation shaft

big enough to put you in,
get you topside.

What about the binder?

ACKERMAN: Do you give a shit?

Hell no.

ACKERMAN:
I'm not losing you guys.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(ALL QUIETEN)

OK.

- BOYD: Come on.
- (GATES GROANS)

ACKERMAN: Good? Let's go.

ACKERMAN: Oh, shit.

Shit, I think
this is a dead end.

GATES: We can't go
no further down.

We gotta make a stand.

BOYD: He's right.
We fight our way out.

- (GUNSHOT)
- ACKERMAN: Fuck!

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING AND GUNFIRE)

ACKERMAN: No!

(MAN GRUNTS AND GROANS)

- (BLADE CLINKS)
- (GRUNTING AND YELLING)

(THUDDING)

Huh!

(GRUNTING AND SHOUTING)

(HEAVY THUDDING)

(CRUNCH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNFIRE)

- Oh!
- (GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS)

Oh, Gates.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
You alright? Gates?

Boyd, you're doing good.

Don't listen to Nevins.
He's an idiot.

Ack's a good leader. OK?

Just tell... tell Gledhill
to do... do what he says.

No! Boyd?!

Yeah?

He's gone.

It's... it's just us.

- BOYD: I'm sorry.
- It's OK.

We got... we got 30 minutes.

What happens after that?

I think Mora only cares about
the mission succeeding.

Nothing else matters.
We... we don't matter.

Is the mission over?

I don't know.

What do you wanna do?

They died for that binder.

If we finish, it's for them.

20 minutes. OK?

We don't find it,
we get out of here.

OK.

But for them.

Not for Mora.

OK.

OK, for them.

Where do we go now?

Up.

(BANGING)

OK.

Ready? (GRUNTS)

Boyd, come on. (GRUNTS)

Hold on.

(PANTING)

OK. We need to go that way.

Um, you take point.

- BOYD: You sure?
- Yeah, you're faster anyway.

I'll follow you. (GRUNTS)

BOYD: OK.

(BOTH PANTING)

You know where we are?

ACKERMAN: Yeah, hold on.
I think so.

Right or straight?

Um, go straight.

- Alright. OK.
- Yeah.

(BOTH GRUNTING AND PANTING)

Storage.

Rockets and grenades.

ACKERMAN: Good job.

OK.

(METAL CLANKING)

(CLANKING AND WHIRRING)

(POWER WHIRRS DOWN)

(CLANKING AND WHIRRING)

(BAMBOO SCRAPING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Jackpot.

- ACKERMAN: What? The binder?
- Yeah.

- ACKERMAN: OK.
- OK.

Um, let me think. OK.

You turn around.

We're gonna go back
through this way. Alright?

- BOYD: OK.
- ACKERMAN: Come on.

Hey, Boyd, I'm, uh...

- I think...
- BOYD: Yeah?

ACKERMAN: I'm out.
You got any other clips?

- BOYD: No. I'm out too.
- ACKERMAN: OK.

We're gonna search the boxes
when we get in there.

(GRUNTS)

OK. Quiet.

If we... if we can't
find something,

we gotta grab an AK.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(SPEAKS VIETNAMESE)

(GRUNTING AND YELLING)

ACKERMAN:
Boyd, go and get the binder!

Get the binder! The binder!

(GRUNTS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Fuck. Hey, hey, hey.

(GROANS)

- Fuck.
- Oh!

Come on.
Get up, get up, get up.

Hey, Sam. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

The binder? The binder?!

Have you seen the binder?

The binder? The binder?

Have you seen it?

Yes? Where? Here?

Fuck! Here, here, here?

Here? Here? Here?

Here? Here?

Here.

(BOX CLANKING)

Fuck. (PANTING) OK.

Fuck! Oh!

Fuck!

Fuck!

(METAL CLANKING)

Open. Please, please.

(GASPS AND CHUCKLES)
Oh, fuck! Oh!

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

- (BLADE CLINKS)
- Ugh!

(BOTH GRUNTING AND YELLING)

Arggh!

(YELLS) Ugh!

(BLADE CLINKS)

Come on!

(SPEAKS VIETNAMESE)

(BOMB CLICKS)

BOYD: This way. Come on.

Boyd! Boyd, no!
Go that way! Go that way!

Back! Back! Back away.

(BOMB EXPLODES)

(DEEP RUMBLING)

(COUGHING AND WHEEZING)

BOYD: Hey, hey, come on.

Please, please,
I need a minute. My fucking leg.

- BOYD: We don't have a minute!
- OK, go.

You just go and I'll
catch up with you.

What? No.
We don't leave men behind.

I left fucking
everyone behind, Boyd!

They're all fucking dead
because of me!

No. Those deaths aren't on you.

These are Captain Mora's orders,

from someone above him,
from someone above him!

You always gave a shit.

Ack!

(RUMBLING)

It's nearby. I was here last.

ACKERMAN: I lost my... my torch.

- Come on.
- OK.

(MAN SHOUTS IN VIETNAMESE)

- (KNIFE SLASHES)
- (ACKERMAN SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING AND YELLING)

Hey!

(BOYD GRUNTING)

Arggh!

(PANTING)

(SQUELCHING AND SQUIRTING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Hey!

- Get up.
- Go!

(RUMBLING AND BOOMING)

Time's up.

(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRPING)

They're still down there.

Is that a problem?

We needed a failsafe.
Crawford took care of it.

I've never known you
to turn a blind eye.

Or fail.

No, but not like this.

Victory is measured
in body count.

How do you count them
when they're buried?

One by one.

Hell of a war.

Link up with Miller at the LZ.

Confirm mission success.

Yeah.

It's just a war.

(RUMBLING AND BOOMING)

(ACKERMAN GROANS)

Come on, Ack!
It's just right there.

(BOTH YELLING AND COUGHING)

(GASPING AND PANTING)

WILLS: Identify yourself!

- We're friendlies! Hold fire!
- WILLS: Who is it?!

It's Boyd and Ackerman!
(GASPING)

He's wounded. We need help.

WILLS: Come on.
Oh, you gotta stop eating, man.

(BOYD GROANS)

Can you see my hand?

(GASPING AND COUGHING)

- Do you have the package?
- (BOTH WHEEZING AND COUGHING)

BOYD: There. There.

How'd you find us?

WILLS: His dogs.

Cowboy, we good?

Yes, sir.

(GASPS AND COUGHS)

You won the hunt, son.

(BIRDS AND INSECTS CHIRPING)

Let's try this again.

We've got it.

Destroy it. Direct orders.

Put the engineer on.

MORA: General Drummond.

This is Ackerman.

You did good, kid.

It seemed like it was, uh,
do or die after two hours, sir.

We can't let that information
get into enemy hands.

If you're overrun before
that Huey arrives,

we're gonna have to start
this whole shit show over.

Failure didn't seem
like an option, sir.

This your first time
in combat, son?

ACKERMAN: Yes.

Well...

this is your one time
to speak to a general freely.

What the...
What are you doing?!

That is a general on the line.

You will talk
and you will accept.

I'm gonna let you go now.
Understand?

I have to confirm that
they're burning the binder.

My friends died
bringing that binder back.

Is there no...

is there no record
of what they did here?

Listen to me, son.

Now, I didn't write this
and I'm not the first to say it.

But a warrior's record

is not written in books

or decorated with medals.

You and your men...

you're part
of something deeper now.

Their blood is in the earth.

They live forever.

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

Out.

Let it go.

That's not what
you take from here.

(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)