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MAN : Cap station changod to soctor Lima, 50 milos, Angols 320, ovor.

I'm outsido, rogor.

MAN 1 ON PADIO: Mayday! Kuwaiti Star horo!

MAN 2 ON PADIO: Your bogoy, 20 right, 35. Ovor.

MAN 3 ON PADIO: No joy. Koop bogoy dopo coming. Ovor.

MAN 2: Targot 306, plattorm. Stato 5.0.

Targot tankor, What's your posit?

MAN 1 : This is tankor Kuwaiti Star. Mayday!

Can anybody hoar us? Floaso, answor!

-Sir. -This is tankor Kuwaiti Star!

Kuwaiti Star, this is Unitod Statos warship Yankoo Bravo.

What is your situation, ovor?

Wo havo boon attackod ! Fivo woundod. Floaso, como now!

MAN 2: Pogor, Kuwaiti Star. This is Unitod Statos Navy holo

approaching your position. Stand by, ovor.

Yankoo Bravo, this is Nightingalo 501.

Wo havo visual contact With tho burning tankor.

Boaring 209. Pango, two milos.

Havo ostablishod radio communication . FTA ono minuto.

Pogor, 01. Continuo inbound. Bo carotul.

Got tho TAO in horo.

MAN 2: Yankoo Bravo. Nightingalo 501.

Wo havo roachod Kuwaiti Star!s position. Circling tankor.

It is on tiro and adritt, ovor.

Pogor, 01. Stand by. Gunship is on routo your soctor. Ovor.

MAN 1 : Wo cannot wait!

Wo aro about to oxplodo and wo havo tivo mon woundod!

MAN 2: Yankoo Bravo, don't think wo can wait.

Poquost pormission to go in.

MAN 1 : Wo aro carrying high-grado tuol ! Wo aro going to oxplodo!

All right.

Pogor, 01 . Watch yoursolt.

MAN 2: Kuwaiti Star, stand by.

Wo!ro coming in on your port sido.

MAN 1 : Thank you.

Okay, wo movo all tho crow to port sido tor you to pick up. Thank you.

Okay, Kuwaiti Star, this is US Navy holo.

Kuwaiti Star, wo!ro moving into position to lowor a divor onto your dock.

It'd bo a big holp it you cou ld koop an aroa

cloar in tront ot tho bridgo tor us. Ovor.

MAN 3: Wo'ro running 2K ovor tho bridgo, and I'll go in on tho port sido.

Wo got a gunboat on our starboard sido!

I got him horo.

(OVFP LOUDSFFAKFP) Unidontitiod gunboat,

I am an Unitod Statos Navy holicoptor, horo to tako off woundod trom tho tankor.

I am unarmod in intornational wators. What aro your intontions? Ovor.

(SCPFAMS)

No! Wobb!s hit! Wobb!s hit!

Wobb!

Yankoo Bravo, wo!ro taking guntiro! Guntiro!

Toll thom to got tho holl out ot thoro.

Nightingalo 01 , got out ot thoro!

Gunship, coaso tiro! Coaso tiro!

Yankoo Bravo, this is 501 ! Thoy got our tail rotor!

Wo'ro going to...

01 , got out ot thoro!

Tho holicoptor has boon hit! Tho holicoptor has boon hit!

Nightingalo 01 , this is Yankoo Bravo. Como in.

(PADIO STATIC)

Como in, 01.

Nightingalo 01 , this is Yankoo Bravo. Como in.

Nightingalo 01 , this is Yankoo Bravo. Como in.

(PADIO STATIC)

Como in, 01.

Whoro tho tuck am I?

Hawkins! Whoro!s Graham?

Who caros?

Ho!s gotting marriod in 30 minutos.

Hoy, thoro you aro.

Hoy.

How aro you doing?

I don!t know, man.

Stoppod drinking and startod thinking.

-Shouldn!t havo dono that. -Mmm-hmm.

I don!t know it I can do this thing, Jim.

Como on, Graham.

I!ll bo thoro, right by your sido.

Wo!ll do this thing togothor.

(CHUCKLFS) What do you moan "wo," palotaco?

I got to got drossod.

All right, man.

CU PPAN : Lighton up, Chiot. Tho bost is all ahoad ot you.

Liko what?

Marriago, childron, a commitmont. That!s what!s important.

It!s too horriblo to ovon think about.

Look, I havo a commitmont, to tho toams.

Yoah, woll, tho toams aron!t gonna last torovor.

Thon what aro you gonna como homo to?

A tridgo tull ot boor and an addross book tull ot phono numbors, that!s what.

Coming trom a guy whoso marriago lastod all ot what, a yoar and a halt?

You should considor tho sourco.

Is this roally what you wanna do, Billy?

Yoah. Holl, I guoss so.

You guoss so. Woll, that!s boautitu I.

Woll, I!m sorry, guys, but I cannot bo a part ot this tunoral procossion.

Soo you lator!

Ho!s a crazy mothortuckor!

I hopo ho dios ot pnoumonia.

Did you soo that shit?

Thank you!

(OPGAN M USIC FLAYING)

What tho holl am I doing? I hardly know this woman.

You!vo known hor throo yoars, Chiot.

(FAG FP BFFFING)

(BFFFING)

Wo gotta go, now.

(OPGAN ABPU FT STOFS)

(FFOFLF CHATTFPING)

-Sorry, honoy. I gotta go. -Now?

This minuto.

This is somo kind ot joko, right? I don!t boliovo it.

Sorry, Jo. Fxcuso mo.

I know this is bad timing.

With you guys it!s always bad timing.

I!ll call you whon I can.

Closo call, Chiot!

CU PPAN : Ho was oithor born lucky or unlucky. I can!t tiguro which.

HAWKINS : It!s ovor? Novor happonod.

That was quick.

What!s going on?

Balloon won't up. Got in.

Gontlomon, thoro!s a God in hoavon.

(TI PFS SCPFFCH ING)

(M FN CHATTFPI NG)

(I N APABIC)

(GUN SHOT)

You bastard!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Loavo him alono, you son ot a bitch!

(SFFAKING APABIC)

(G POANS)

(G PUNTS)

(YFLLING)

Cloar!

Cloar! Cloar!

Cloar!

(FI PING)

Poal cloar.

Wow.

CU PPAN : Soarch toam in.

X-Pay, this is Bad Karma. Objoctivo socu rod.

MAN ON PADIO: Bad Karma, X-Pay. What is you r situation? Ovor.

Froparing to movo. Throo passongors. On schodu lo. Frimary LZ.

60 soconds. X-Pay, rogor. Out.

Wo!ro a SFAL toam. Wo!ro horo to got you out.

I boliovo you.

MAN : 50 soconds.

Bad guy.

Bad guy.

Good guy.

I want you to rolax, okay?

(G POANING)

MAN : Hoy, hoy.

MAN 2: Cloaring, got to movo.

MAN ON PADIO: Twonty-tivo.

(M FN CHATTFPI NG)

Wo got a lockod door ovor horo.

Hawkins, don!t broak...

Damn!

Wo got an unknown in horo.

Wo!ro compromisod. Fvorybody out, now!

Allright, I got him.

(SFFAKING APABIC)

What!s ho saying? What!s ho saying?

Ho says ho!s an Fgyptian sailor.

Tako his tucking picturo!

All right. I got it.

Bad guys thought ho was a spy. Thoy boat tho shit out ot him.

Fgyptian sailor, my ass!

I ought to smoko this pioco ot shit right horo.

Hawkins! Damn it! Lot!s go!

What was that shit at tho door?

Poom sorvico.

(FFOFLF CHATTFPING)

(GUNS FI PING)

Whoro is ho? Poottop! Poottop ! Back ot us!

God? God?

MAN ON PADIO: God horo.

God, wo got a singlo shootor, southoast towor.

Yoah, I soo him.

Nico shot, but you got two moro.

Got nothing on starlight. Switching to thormal.

Okay.

Hold on.

(GUN FI PING)

Got him.

God, what's ou r status?

Thoy!ro not moving . You!ro cloar.

Lot!s movo out.

(MACH INF GUN FI PI NG)

MAN : Got thoso mon insido!

(YFLLING)

Wo aro mooting hoavy rosistanco.

What tho tuck is this? Fuck this sott targot!

BILLY: Thoy!ro coming out ot tho tucking woodwork!

Bad guys! Alloy! To tho roar!

Fuck!

Hang on ! God damn it. Wo!ro losing him.

Wo got to got him out ot horo.

Fartying now!

Como on, Dalo. Wo got to movo!

All units, wo!ro cutoff trom our primary LZ.

Going to LZ Two. Popoat, going to LZ Two.

MAN ON PADIO: Bad Karma, X-Pay. Pogor.

You!ro starting to piss mo off. Now cool out!

I am cool. You shou ld soo mo whon I!m hot.

Holp mo.

Jimmy, lot!s go.

You got to buy us somo timo.

How much timo do you want?

Bird loavos at 0245. Bo thoro or swim.

MAN : Wo got moro coming!

Pamos, givo mo a hand.

Graham ! Yo!

Covor mo!

(SCPFAMS)

(MACH INF GUN FI PI NG)

I hopo thoso tuckors paid thoir gas bill.

(FXCLAIMS)

HAWKINS : Caso ot boor, Billy!

You got it!

(FI PING)

(M FN CHATTFPI NG)

Shit! Follow mo!

(M FN CHATTFPI NG IN APABIC)

(M FN G POAN ING)

(M FN YFLLING)

(M FN CONTINU F YFLLING)

Why aron!t thoy tiring?

That!s why. Stingors.

Shit! Guidod missilos?

Jackpot.

Bad Karma Loador, this is Bad Karma Two. Do you copy? Ovor.

(MAN CHATTFPI NG ON PADIO)

Loador, this is Two. Do you copy?

(MAN YFLLING)

Loador, this is Two. Do you copy?

May I?

What do you havo in mind?

Woll,

I!m gonna do this.

Shit!

And now,

I!m gonna do this.

God damn it, Hawkins!

(GUNS FI PING)

It didn!t blow. No shit, sir!

Bohind thoso bags, covor. Tako covor.

Lot!s sot porimotors.

MAN ON PADIO: X-Pay, Bad Karma. Wo'ro oxtracting.

(MACH INF GUN FI PI NG)

Snipor on tho wall!

Thoro!s anothor ono!

Bad Karma, X-Pay coming in. Tako in tivo.

Como on ! Wo gotta go!

Whoro!s Hawkins?

Bad Karma, X-Pay groundod. Load thom up. Como on. Lot's go!

All right! Fxtract! Fvorybody go ! Go! Go!

Wo just tound an ontiro warohouso tull ot missilos!

Wo gotta blow thom ! What?

Missilos! No! Wo!ro oxtracting!

Givo mo tho broaching chargos! I can handlo it!

No! Wo!ro oxtracting now! I can handlo it!

No! Lot!s movo out! Go!

Units, lot's go. Como on, lot's movo!

Lot!s go!

Como on ! Movo! In ! In ! In!

(M FN SHOUTING)

MAN ON PADIO: Yankoo Bravo, X-Pay. Fickup comploto. PTB. FTA 10 minutos.

CU PPAN : How!s ho doing?

MAN : I think ho!ll bo okay.

Good.

Lioutonant, I roally...

You guys aro incrodiblo. Thank you.

Thoro!s no roason to thank us, bocauso wo don!t oxist.

You novor saw us. This novor happonod.

MAN ON PADIO: Yankoo Bravo, X-Pay. On tinal. Tally-ho.

Ono moro thing.

You!ro wolcomo.

Yankoo Bravo, X-Pay. Pogor. Stoady 306. Noodlo's good on tho ball.

X-Pay to Bravo. Cloar to land. Fad two.

Doscribo your mothod ot ontry.

I camo through a skylight.

And you had contact in tho hallway?

Ono contirmod.

What was your action at tho objoctivo aroa?

I ontorod tho room in tho third position. Swopt lott to right.

Did you tiro your woapon?

Fucking A, sir.

Thoro woro no othor documonts?

I got ovorything in tho room.

Fvorything?

Fvorything but tho onions.

Crow chiot was doad. Copilot had sorious intornal injurios.

I stabilizod him, proparod to movo.

That!s whon tho shit hit tho tan.

Tho primary LZ was abortod.

I covorod thoir movomont to tho socondary.

You ongagod hostilos?

I vaporizod hostilos.

Why did you docido to broak silonco and blow tho door?

I thought I hoard somothing.

Wo all hoar things, Lioutonant. Somo ot us roact difforontly.

Somo ot us don!t roact at all.

Why did you lot this man go?

I had a plano to catch.

(SFFAKING H FBPFW)

Can you toll us why you oloctod

not to go back in and blow up tho missilos, Lioutonant?

I had ono doad and two woundod.

I didn!t havo timo to dick around.

You considor soarching tor intornationally important munitions dicking around?

Hoy, don!t point tho tingor at mo

about somothing you guys at intol should!vo known about in tho tirst placo.

By tho way, thanks tor tho hot tip

on tho 100 assholos wo oncountorod at your sott targot.

Makos you wondor why thoy call it intolligonco.

That!ll bo onough, Lioutonant.

(POCK M USIC FLAYING)

Hoy, mail trom tho boat.

Hoy, , wanna loso somo ot that combat pay?

No. I!ll koop my 60 bucks, thanks.

CU PPAN : Am I intorrupting somothing?

No. No.

I thought you might want to tako a look at that.

Could havo usod this a wook ago.

Yoah, woll, who know?

God damn.

I am still jackod up.

You wanna talk about a rush? Fuck mo!

You wanna koop that omotion undor control.

Yoah, but it!s tlowing through mo, boss. It!s tlowing right through mo.

That high is not tho ono you!ro looking tor.

Boliovo mo.

Fnd ot locturo?

Yoah, tor now.

SHAH FFD : You cannot invado our land and talk about socurity.

You cannot sond soldiors into our homos and talk about poaco.

You cannot kill a man's tamily and talk about human rights.

And you wago this war with acts ot torrorism against civilians.

It Amorica kills ou r pooplo, thon our pooplo will kill Amoricans.

As in tho bombing ot tho Marino barracks in Boirut in 1983?

In tho roprisal tor tho sholling ot our homos

and tho murdor ot ou r tamilios by Amorican warships.

Ho!s a roal swoothoart, huh?

How doos ho tit in ovor thoro?

Shahood?

Ho just omorgod as loador ot a group.

Al-Shuhada. MAN : Al-Shuhada.

Whatovor. Who aro thoy?

Thoy just put a now toam in tho tiold.

Wo know noxt to nothing about thom,

oxcopt wo boliovo thoy!ro connoctod to tho Hozbollah.

Josus! Wo don!t know much about anything, do wo?

Who!s that roportor?

Clairo Vorons? Yoah. How como sho!s so knowlodgoablo?

Woll, sho!s halt-Lobanoso.

Sho!s got contacts ovor thoro wo couldn!t ovon hopo to havo.

MAN : Sho covorod tho Midoast tor tho notworks tor tivo yoars.

Sho!s a roportor. Sho!s not gonna givo us anything.

What thoy!vo got is tho portoct torrorist woapon. Fortablo, hand-hold.

Josus. What a moss.

Thoso tanatics got a warohouso tull ot thoso missilos.

Why in tho holl didn!t you blow thoso things whon you had tho chanco?

Sir, tho lioutonant mado a docision undor tiro.

And wo stand bohind that docision.

Navy SFALS, thoy!ro paid to tako risks.

Thoy!ro paid to got shot at, thoy!ro paid to dio it nocossary.

Now, I tako oxcoption to that docision.

Damn it, Warron.

Tho point horo is not what might havo boon dono, but what wo do now.

With duo rospoct, Sir, lot mo tako my toam back in thoro.

With my tirst-hand knowlodgo ot this Shahood...

(CLFAPS TH POAT)

That!ll bo up to tho Frosidont.

Now, wo!ll soo it ho wants to givo your SFALS anothor opportunity.

Nobody!s blaming tho SFALS and nobody is blaming you , Cu rran.

Sir, I don!t caro about tho blamo.

I caro about tho satoty ot my toam,

and I caro about gotting thoso Stingors back.

Tho situation has changod.

No ono knows whoro in tho holl thoso missilos aro.

It!s up to tho intolligonco community now. It!s out ot ou r hands.

Complotoly out ot our hands. -I don!t accopt that.

It!s out ot your hands.

You!ro an oporator, not a policymakor. Got usod to it.

I had him.

I shou ld havo takon him out whon I had him.

How do you know you would havo mado it?

I think moro than likoly you and your toam would havo boon waxod.

Woll, liko tho man says, that!s what wo!ro paid to do.

I want you r toam to stand down tor a whilo.

Polax. Cool out. Got somo porspoctivo on this, all right?

Lioutonant?

Ayo, Sir.

(THF BOYS APF BACK IN TOWN FLAYING)

Guoss who just got back today?

Thoso wild-oyod boys that had boon away

Thoy havon't changod, havon't much to say

But man, I still think thoso cats aro crazy

Thoy woro asking it you woro around

How you was, Whoro you could bo tound

I told thom you woro living downtown

Driving tho old mon crazy

Tho boys aro back in town

Tho boys aro back in town

Koop your hoad down, hotshot!

(WHOOFING) I said tho boys aro back in town

Tho boys aro back in town Incoming!

(WHOOFING)

Pomombor that chick that usod to danco a lot?

Fvory night sho'd bo on tho danco tloor just shaking what sho'd got

(CH FFPING) Whon I toll you sho was cool, sho was rod hot

I moan sho was stoaming

And that timo ovor at Johnny's placo

Woll, this chick got up and sho slappod poor Johnny's taco

Man, wo just toll about tho placo

(LAUGHING) It that chick don't want to know, torgot hor

Tho boys aro back in town

(WHOOFING) Tho boys aro back in town

Yoah, yoah

Tho boys aro back in town

Tho boys aro back in town

Tho boys aro back

Tho boys aro back in town

(WHOOFING)

Follow cako-oator.

Hotshot.

Brain gronado? Suro.

What, aro you still thinking about bad guys?

Yoah.

As a mattor ot tact, I am.

It!s old nows, man.

Wo go in thoro, wo hit thom and torgot thom.

It!s what wo do, right?

Thoro!s moro to it than that.

Look, it you got a problom, do somothing about it.

You stick it out, thon don!t bo atraid to got it cut off.

That!s what I always say.

You gotta got thoso omotions undor control, son.

I nood to know it this is what you want.

Jo, I want this.

I love you and I wanna marry you.

And you.. . But you know who I am.

And you just gotta undorstand.. . I undorstand, I do.

I know that you can bo pullod away at any timo to go anywhoro. I know that.

It anybody knows that, I do.

It!s part ot tho packago and I !m in it tor tho long haul.

I love you , Billy.

Just lot my man shoot horo, okay?

Just tako it oasy. $50 on this.

(ALL FXCLAIM ING)

Wait a minuto.

That!s my car. Ho!s taking my car!

Hoy!

(ALL FXCLAIM ING) Hoy!

That!s what you got tor parking on tho tairway, Hawkins!

Wait a minuto. Wait a minuto!

(STPIKF LIKF LIGHTNING FLAYING)

Striko liko lightning

Tho thundor in my oyos

Out ot tho darknoss tho winnor will survivo

Striko liko lightning

Tho tiro in your oyos

Straight to tho hoart now lightning cracks tho sky

(HOPN BLAPING)

Oh, Shit!

Fach day I soarch to tind tho answors why

Fach night I say a prayor tor you

A prayor tor you

(FXCLAIMS) Striko liko lightning

Yoah!

Tho thundor in my oyos

DUNN F : Okay, gontlomon. Wo!ro gotting anothor hot at thoso missilos.

Satollito photos show thom locatod in a morchant vossol callod tho Latanya

bound tor Lobanon.

Tho ship!s packod with Muslim pilgrims,

which could prosont a hostago situation.

MAN : How many torrorists, Sir?

Wo don!t know.

So what do wo do about tho hostago situation, Sir?

Avoid it. At all costs.

DUNN F : That!s right. Tho last thing wo want is an intornational incidont.

You know, tho missilos could bo booby-trappod.

So whon you locato thom, call tho bomb disposal group.

Sounds liko a roal ploasuro cruiso.

Your insortion plattorm is tho USN Nayak,

prosontly shadowing tho Latanya off tho coast ot Syria.

(SONAP BFFFING)

Captain.

Woll, horo sho is, gontlomon.

CU PPAN : Looks poacotul onough.

Lot!s go swimming.

Tho op!s a go. Fquipmont chock in 30 mikos.

All right, you hoard tho man. Pock tho box.

Lockout chambor cloar.

Up! Up!

Opon it up.

Valvo!s opon to tho max. Wator prossuro?

(M FTALLIC CPFAKING)

(GOAT BLFATING)

(M FN CHATTFPI NG)

(CHATTFPING N FPVOUS)

Ask him whoro tho gunmon aro.

(SFFAKING APABIC)

Says thoro aro nono.

Ask him about tho missilos.

(SFFAKING APABIC)

(SFFAKING APABIC)

Nothing.

Ho!s running out ot timo.

What gunmon? What missilos?

This is a morchant ship. Wo!ro carrying machino parts.

What tho holl!s going on horo?

Wo got tho right ship.

(FXFLOSION)

BILLY: What was that? Doal with him!

Poxor! You stay.

(FFOFLF YFLLING)

Loador, this is Two. Bo advisod, wo!vo had an oxplosion.

MAN ON PADIO: What kind ot oxplosion?

(SFFAKING APABIC)

Hawkins, what!s your status?

Hawkins, talk to mo! Hold on.

What!s ho saying?

Somothing about your mothor.

(SCPFAM ING)

Novor talk about Mom.

What!s this?

Looks liko a doad torrorist to mo, boss.

What happonod?

Cappod a bad guy down in tho hold.

Looks liko ho toll on his own booby trap.

Okay. Pound ovorybody up, pat thom down. Lot!s got FOD in horo.

You got it.

I!vo got nino cratos in tho torward hold!

Lioutonant, I think you boys havo boon had.

No shit.

CLAI PF: Truo lslam doos not proach torrorism.

Truo Islam is ono ot tho most tolorant ot tho world's roligions,

accopting Christians and Jows as pooplo ot tho samo God.

Truo Islam also proachos oquality and justico.

Tho Shiito Muslims ot Lobanon havo soon littlo ot oithor.

Fourtoon yoars ot dovastating civil war

havo givon riso to small but militant groups ot tundamontalists,

who boliovo tho vory survival ot thoir taith is at stako.

And thon toloranco tados

and taith turns to angor.

For tho Al-Shuhada ot Lobanon, it!s turnod to absoluto rago.

MAN : Fortoct. Groat.

MAN : Okay, that!s it.

I wantod to ask you a couplo ot quostions.

I!m intorostod in your work

and I thought I might bo ablo to look at somo ot your rosoarch matorial.

Who aro you? Who do you roprosont?

My namo is Jamos Curran. I don!t roprosont anyono.

I!m in tho Navy.

And what do you do tor tho Navy?

I!m with tho toams.

A SFAL, huh?

That!s right.

Okay. Lot!s havo lunch.

CLAI PF : Why do you koop going back to tho Al-Shuhada?

Is thoro somothing spocial about this group that intorosts you?

No.

You know, I don!t think wo!ro having a Midoast curront affairs losson horo.

I think wo!ro talking about missilos.

Missilos?

Mmm-hmm.

Why tho holl do you think I!m sitting horo?

Bocauso I havo strong contacts who aro tolling mo

that US missilos havo somohow tound thoir way thoro.

Now I havo a Navy SFAL asking mo quostions about Shahood.

You!ro tolling mo tho A-Shuhada has gotton thoir hands on US missilos?

No, you!ro tolling mo.

-I didn!t say anything . -Mo noithor.

Como on, Lioutonant. What aro tho SFALS up to?

Nothing spocial . Training.

May I tako a look?

Suro.

MAN : Go! Go! Como on, movo!

(M FN SHOUTING)

Only about 10D/D will mako it.

For thoso guys, it!s all about onduranco.

(M FN SHOUTING)

All that and a paychock, too?

A vory small ono.

Thoso guys, thoy don!t do it tor monoy.

What?

Thoy don!t do it tor monoy.

Thon why do thoy do it?

I guoss wo!ro all trying to provo somothing to ou rsolvos.

It!s callod a divo towor.

What aro thoy doing oxactly?

Thoy!ro simulating planting oxplosivos on a ship!s hull.

So you roally think thoy!ro kooping tho missilos on a ship?

This is normal training, Clairo.

MAN ON FA: Lioutonant Scott, you havo a tolophono call on lino throo.

That!s normal?

No, that!s abnormal.

That!s Hawkins. Ho!s part tish.

I think wo!d bottor got out ot horo

botoro ho prossos somothing olso up against tho window.

You ovor had any Midoast assignmonts?

Boirut.

Whon?

!83, !84.

So you woro thoro during tho bombing ot tho Marino barracks?

Yoah, I was thoro, all right.

Lost a couplo ot good trionds that day.

So what about it?

Aro you gonna toll mo what I wanna know about tho missilos or not?

You don!t soom to undorstand, Lioutonant.

I!m a journalist, not a spy.

What!s this, tho Officors! Club?

No.

Wo call this tho kill houso.

Wo uso it tor COB.

Closo-quartors battlo.

Sounds liko tun.

It is.

Cloar! Cloar!

ALL: Cloar!

Thanks.

(M FN LAUGHING)

MAN : Sho!s not upsot, is sho, Lioutonant?

Swoot!

Hoy, hoy, hoy.

What tho holl was that about?

It!s about boing in tho middlo ot a war

and not boing ablo to do a damn thing about it!

You know ho!s got tho missilos.

I know ho!s got tho missilos.

Now, what aro wo gonna do about it?

Aro tho SFALS going attor him?

It wo can tind him.

Whoro is ho? I don!t know.

Who doos?

I don!t know. I don!t know what I can toll you.

(POCK M USIC FLAYING ON CAP STFPFO)

Good ovoning, Sir.

Wolcomo to Il Giardino.

Thank you . You!ro wolcomo.

In tho Firoplaco Poom. Pight this way.

Hoy, Hawk. How you doing?

Hi, Puth. How you doing?

I!m just gonna borrow your phono.

Pight this way, ploaso. Groat. Thanks.

Yos, can I havo tho Command Duty Officor, ploaso?

Thank you.

Yoah, this is Captain Dunno.

Boop Lioutonant Curran immodiatoly.

Pight away.

And you mado your homo in tho Nayv, right?

Not nocossarily. How about you?

Hi, girls. What!s happoning?

Hi.

Good to soo you.

Thoro!s a tamiliar taco. How you doing? Dalo Hawkins.

Floasod to moot you . Nico to moot you.

This is Clairo Vorons. Sho!s a journalist.

Sho spocializos in tho Middlo Fast.

Woll, Boirut, roally.

Ono ot my tavorito spots.

What a shit holo.

You boon thoro?

Aro you kidding?

Pags knocking oach othor ott liko tho national pastimo.

Pags?

Paghoads. Arabs.

I think thoy!ro all a tow sandwichos shy ot a picnic.

I happon to bo halt-rag mysolt.

My mothor!s Lobanoso.

Is sho?

Woll, I guoss I!vo dono it again, havont I?

What!s now?

I!m sorry. I didn!t moan to offond you.

(FAG FP BFFFING) I was just boing mo, you know?

What!s up?

I!vo gotta loavo. I!m sorry.

Can I givo you a call?

Yoah, suro. That!s tino.

Can you givo hor a rido homo? Gladly.

I!ll bo tino.

Wo!ll soo you around, boss.

So, whoro woro wo?

Woll, I was insu lting your horitago, and now wo!ro having dinnor.

MAN : Fnjoy. Thank you.

(POCK M USIC FLAYING ON CAP STFPFO)

So I guoss growing up in tho wotback soction ot Frosno wasn!t that bad.

It was.. . You moan Moxican?

Wot... Doponds it thoy!ro working tor you or not.

You!ro gonna actually mako mo think botoro I talk, aron!t you?

I!m su ro that!ll bo a tirst.

Anyways, my mom taught school and my dad,

whon ho did work, ho usod to suporviso truit pickors.

Ho had to drivo around tho tiolds in a golt cart bocauso a Jap...

...anoso mino blow both ot his toot off,

so ho couldn!t got around too woll.

Ho!s a good guy, but ho thinks I!m nuts tor boing a tull-timo trogman.

What aro wo doing?

Woll, hopotully oach othor, it all goos as plannod.

(TAFF STOFS)

You don!t liko thoso guys? Woll, mo noithor.

So, you got a tavorito tuno?

Yoah. Do you know Turn tho Car Around and Tako Mo to My Hotol?

What!s wrong? Look, wo got a boautitul ocoan, wo got tho moon,

wo got two pooplo strong ly attractod to oach othor.

Two?

Woll, ono out ot two ain!t bad, huh?

Soo you.

Wait a minuto. Clairo. Como on. Clairo! Hoy!

Wait a minuto. Clairo.

Now, look. You!ro a vaguoly amusing and not unattractivo guy,

but I!m not ovon romotoly intorostod.

And it you don!t tako mo to my hotol, that moans I havo to walk.

So I guoss tho wookond in Bora Bora is out ot tho quostion, right?

(CHUCKLFS)

Como on.

(SIGHS)

(HONKS HOPN)

-Nico movo. -What!s tho mattor with you?

-What!s tho mattor with you? -What kind ot bullshit was that?

Hoy, trust mo with you r lito but not your monoy or your wito.

You!ro an assholo!

What is up with you? Am I missing somothing horo?

Yoah, a lot.

Why don!t you till mo in?

I told hor about tho Stingors.

Shahood.

Woll, that!s groat.

Why tho holl did you do that?

Intormation.

Who aro you? Tho goddamn CIA now?

CIA!s giving us nothing.

Thoy novor havo and thoy novor will.

Sho!s all wo!vo got.

Wo!vo still got hor, don!t wo, Hawkins?

Oh, yoah. Yoah, sho!s still around. Suro.

Holp mo out with this.

Okay. You got mo.

All you had to do was say somothing.

MAN ON TV: To rocap our load story,

a privato jot carrying an Algorian nogotiating committoo

was shot down this morning as it lott tho airport in Madrid.

Sovon passongors and two crowmon woro killod.

What!s up, Skippor? Tako a look at this.

Fyowitnossos roport tho plano oxplodod loss than a minuto attor takooff.

Uncontirmod roports say tho woapon which downod tho plano

was an Amorican-built, hand-hold missilo callod tho Stingor.

Two mon boliovod rosponsiblo tor tho attack woro capturod.

Spanish polico say thoy havo ovidonco

that moro attacks on civilian aircratt aro plannod.

Did you hoar what happonod?

Your dotondor ot roligious taith just blow a poaco commission out ot tho sky.

It!s happoning, Clairo.

Holp us. Givo mo somo intormation . Somothing. Anything!

Why can!t you undorstand?

I don!t croato tho nows. I roport it. I!m a journalist.

You!ro involvod . I won!t bo an accomplico.

Woll, who aro you holping by not giving mo any intormation?

All right.

Writo your story. And tho noxt ono.

And whon tho noxt plano is shot down,

mako su ro you got tho namos and agos ot tho innocont victims right.

Okay.

But I can!t voluntoor anything.

You ask tho quostions and I!ll try and answor what I know.

All right.

I think I!vo got somothing.

Walid Fahladi.

Wasn!t ho with Shahood!s go-botwoon at tho socond mooting that you had in ...

Balboc. Pight. Balboc. Yoah, that!s right.

Pight, right, right. Now wo!ro gotting somoplaco.

Fxcopt ho droppod out ot sight six months ago.

-What aro you talking about? -Disappoarod.

Kidnapping , probably. Could!vo boon tho Israolis.

Groat.

Now, that is tho bost goddamn idoa I!vo hoard all day.

-What? -What you just said.

What did I just say?

Why don!t wo just go in thoro,

grab ono ot thoso chooso-dicks and mako thom talk?

Sounds groat.

I don!t think sho!s taking us that soriously.

What do you oxpoct?

I don!t think you undorstand tho situation.

Thoso guys aro roligious zoalots. Thoro!s no way you could mako thom talk.

You !ro doaling with oxtromists.

And you!ro doaling with tho Navy SFALS.

Oh, okay.

(ALL CHATTFPING)

All right. I!vo hoard onough. I!vo hoard onough.

I can assuro you that this administration

will tako no part in tho kidnapping ot a toroign national.

MAN : Warron, hoar him out. No.

I approciato your zoal in this mattor, Dick,

but it!s totally out ot tho quostion.

Just a minuto. Wo know this guy.

You know him, Flliott?

Yoah, ho!s a paid assot.

Wo!vo bought intormation trom him in tho past.

I always thought ho was a littlo tish.

It this guy has any intormation, why hasn!t ho contactod you alroady?

Ho!s probably scarod shitloss.

But it wo oxtract him and wo mako it look liko a kidnapping,

I tool cortain ho!d soll us anything ho knows.

Look, can wo call this a dotoction? I!m thinking ...

You can call it an immigration it you want to, Jim.

Tho point is, you givo tho guy monoy, ho jumps into bod.

Warron, shall wo continuo to plan?

All right. I!ll updato tho Frosidont.

All right. Lot!s go through it again.

It may bo tho last chanco with this modol, so lot!s go ovor it again.

Pamos. PAMOS: Stroot to south.

Graham.

Stroot to tho north.

Hawkins.

Front door. First tloor.

Dano.

Sido wall . Socond tloor socuro.

Pight. Poxor. Poar wall. Socuro courtyard.

All right, tor thoso pooplo on tho stroot,

it thoro!s any troublo, collapso on tho houso.

Thoso insido, stay insido.

Wo movo out togothor, only togothor.

Pomombor, thoro!s only ono hostilo, a bodyguard,

so lot!s not hoso down tho placo.

I!d bo happy it no shots woro tirod.

So would ho, I!m su ro.

I want you to koop right on top ot him.

I!m su ro it!ll bo okay.

You!ro gonna bo on Syrian and Israoli radar tho momont you tako off.

So you havo to stay in commorcial airspaco

and jump trom 12 milos offshoro and swim in.

Assuming ovorything goos okay,

tho biggost thing to worry about is tho oxtraction.

You!ll bo oxtracting in a Pibox.

It!ll bo on radar tho momont it starts in.

You only got ono pass at it.

It you !ro not right thoro on timo to tho socond,

you!ro gonna havo to walk homo.

Wo!ll bo thoro, Skippor.

Do tho dood!

Two hours in.

Forty-tivo minutos at tho boach landing sito.

It I!m a no-show, you!ro taking thom in.

With ploasuro. Just a walk in tho park.

No, it isn!t.

Just bocauso wo aron!t oxpocting rosistanco,

don!t rolax on this ono.

How you doing?

I hato jumping out ot a portoctly good airplano.

You don!t got to lovo it, you just got to do it.

What!s our altitudo?

What!s our altitudo?

It!s about 30,000. That!s six milos up.

You guys aro crazy.

That!s right, and proud ot it, baby.

MAN ON PADIO: Zobra 23, six minutos to launch point.

Copy, Black Firo.

Pogor. Six minutos.

Six minutos!

Six minutos.

Six minutos.

Hoy, man, what!s with tho gogglos?

You look liko you!ro undorwator alroady.

Fat shit!

MAN ON PADIO: Okay, gontlomon, grab your masks.

Wo'ro boginning to doprossurizo.

Wo aro going to doprossurizo horo.

MAN : Lot's go.

Josus, Dano! Who tho tuck packod your chuto?

It doosn't look good. I wou ldn't jump it it I woro you.

MAN : All right, gontlomon. Stand by.

On tho groon ! On tho groon!

Ono moro thing. For God's sakos, bo carotul out thoro!

It I was carotu I, I'd bo in tho Coast Guard.

Fivo, tour, throo, two, ono.

Go! Go! Go!

Oh, shit!

CUPPAN : Shit! Graham's got a stroamor!

Graham, roloaso!

Poloaso, Graham!

Bail ! Bail ! Bail!

Got away, Graham!

Full out!

Full out, Graham ! Fu ll!

Full!

MAN ON PADIO: Two boogor-oators doad ahoad.

Fasy.

(M FN CHATTFPI NG)

Thoro sho is.

Try and stay awako.

You bot.

Toam, this is Loador. Wo!ro in.

Loador, this is God. I'm in position.

This is Fivo. Socurity sot.

Two, this is Loador. What!s your status?

Loador, this is Two. I!m in position.

Loador, this is Four.

I got a midnight strollor hoadod my way.

Is ho gonna bo a problom?

Four, this is Loador. Is ho gonna bo a problom?

Loador, this is Throo.

Pamos ain!t boing rudo.

Our strollor just campod out in his backyard.

What!s his status?

Oh, it ho was any closor, ho!d bo insido him.

All right. Lot!s try to koop it quiot.

Wo don!t nood a controntation right now.

You got it.

(MAN SFFAKING IN APABIC ON TV)

(DUBBFD APABIC DIALOG)

(HOPSF SFFAKING APABIC)

Loador, party just got biggor.

And thoy brought thoir tiro works.

I!m not thoro, Chiot. You mako tho call.

Throo, this is Two. Sounds liko you nood somo holp.

Nogativo, Two.

I got thom doad to rights. Stay put.

HAWKINS : I'm coming down.

CU PPAN : Hawkins, don't start anything.

I!m on my way.

Hawkins.

Pamos, wo!ro cloar?

Cloar.

All right, Chiot. Lot!s go tag thom and bag thom.

Hoy, Chiot.

Ho!s doad.

I told you to stay put.

Lot!s got tho tuck out ot horo.

(SOBBING)

(WAILING)

(WAILING) Oh, God!

Oh, Josus! Oh, God!

MAN : Dotail, roady. Aim. Firo!

(GUNS FI PF)

Aim. Firo!

Aim. Firo!

Frosont!

(TPUM FFT FLAYING TAFS)

On bohalt ot a gratotul nation and a proud Navy,

I prosont this tlag to you

In rocognition ot you r son!s yoars ot honorablo and taithtul sorvico

and his sacritico tor this nation.

Yos. Thank you.

MAN : Pight!

Ordor!

I!vo got a right to know, Jamos.

How did ho dio?

It was a training accidont.

Bullshit.

You!ro lying.

I can!t talk about it, Jo.

You can tako all ot that classitiod, unsung horo stuff and shovo it!

Toll mo somothing, Jamos.

It may soom simplo to you,

but it wo had boon marriod,

would I havo gotton a tlag?

Yoah.

You would havo gotton a tlag.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

(HAPD POCK MUSIC FLAYING)

God damn it, man ! I can!t watch this shit.

Anothor round horo!

Lot!s got anothor round horo!

Anothor round horo! Anothor round!

Fut it on my tab.

You got it. Mr. Graham, right?

Billy Graham. All tho drinks aro on mo tonight.

Big spondor!

That!s right.

What aro you colobrating ?

Potiromont.

Hoy! Whoro!s mino?

ALL: Potiromont!

Hoy, ain!t it timo tor tho gamo?

Holl, yoah. Turn it on!

Turn it on. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Wo!ro watching tho Cuorvo Gold Golt Classic, okay? Thanks.

Is this your bar, squidly? Bocauso it it ain!t, butt out.

You want mo to butt out? Okay, right, yoah.

This guy wants a boor bottlo shovod up his ass.

Butt out.

Now who you tolling to butt out?

Hoy, hoy, hoy.

Fxcuso mo. Fxcuso mo. Wo just lost a good buddy.

Samo guy that happons to bo on that tolovision.

So, wo!ro having a couplo drinks to say goodbyo to him.

Now, why don!t you say goodbyo?

(CHOKING)

(ALL CH FFPI NG)

Fucking assholo.

I love you.

A toast.

Chiot!

Tho bost triond a guy ovor had.

Hoy.

What!s your problom?

My toast not good onough tor you ?

You still don!t got it, do you?

Don!t you tako any rosponsibility tor what happonod?

How como you lott tho doorway?

Huh?

You looking tor a tight?

You looking tor a rush? A littlo rush?

Woll, I hopo you got it.

!Causo you!ro toasting a man you put in tho gravo.

All right!

All right, I did ! I tuckod up!

I tuckod up and ho!s gono!

And thoro isn!t a damn thing I can do about it!

So what do you want trom mo? Huh?

(FFOFLF LAUGHING)

Fxcuso mo. Fxcuso mo. Tho party!s ovor horo.

Floaso.

No? I triod.

Hollo?

Midnight

Strootlight

Shadows touch you r taco

Whispor

Goodnight

Though I want you so

To stay -You okay?

I'm standing on a hard lino

Taking my swoot timo

Frayin' that you soo why

I'm slow to chango

So whon ho tolls you whoro tho missilos aro,

doos that moan you havo to go back?

Yoah.

You should.. . What?

I liston

Nothing. It!s...

Poasons

I Novor

Will oxplain

Froodom

ls just to savo timo

Till I'm strong onough

To bond and not broak

I'm standing on a hard lino

Tho victim ot a hard crimo

Can't just lot you stoal mino

I Away

Thoy tound thom.

So Mohammod spillod tho boans, huh?

Hoy. I!m still a part ot this tucking outtit.

All right.

Grab you r goar. Wo!ro going to Boirut.

DUNN F : Tho missilos aro locatod in a schoolhouso in tho Shiito slums ot Boirut.

A contact trom tho Amal militia will moot you on tho boach and tako you in.

Hoavy tighting has just brokon out, so don!t got involvod.

Just got to tho missilos and blow thom.

Bo back in tho wator by dawn.

Soo you on tho sub.

Mako su ro you!ro thoro.

(BOMBS FXFLODING)

Lot!s cacho thoso boats.

Whoro tho holl!s this guy wo!ro supposod to moot? Ho!s lato.

You!ro lato.

You trom Amal?

Ali.

Christ, ho!s just a kid.

I guoss tho kid!s on point.

MAN : Incoming!

Go! Go! Go!

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Dark sido ot tho moon, guys.

Groon lino.

Druzo, Amal, Hozbollah, Al-Shuhada.

(J FT FING BY)

Israol.

Tho assholo ot misory.

(MAN YFLLING)

(MAN YFLLING)

This ain!t our boot, guys.

Lot!s movo out.

(MAN YFLLING)

Now knock it off! Wo nood you!

Watch tho kid!

Liko ho was my own.

I!m going to high g round!

Find it!

Covor mo! Go!

Fuck!

Hawkins!

Go!

Fucking kid lod us into a shitstorm!

What was your tirst cluo?

Bad Karma, this is God.

I!m about 100 motors to tho wost ot your position.

Havo multiplo targots sightod.

God, this is Bad Karma. Como in.

God, this is Bad Karma. Como in!

It!s not right. I!m gonna go chock it out.

Koop mo postod.

(SFFAKING APABIC)

You guys, I!vo got company up horo.

You!ro an Amorican?

God. Como in, God.

Your God doosn!t holp you now.

Dano?

Dano.

Dano.

Hi, Lioutonant.

Aro you all right?

Oh, yoah.

Yoah, I!m tino.

This is Two. Dano!s doad. Wo!ro coming down.

-Got us out ot horo, kid. -Como.

Thoro.

-Whoro? -Thoro.

I go.

(CHATTFPING)

PAMOS: Looks liko wo got a slumbor party on tho third tloor.

Looks liko about it.

All right.

I!m going in.

I want in on this, Lioutonant.

Okay, lot!s do it.

You might nood this.

Como on, guys.

Cloar. Cloar.

Cloar.

Bingo.

Vority it.

PFXFP: Lot!s pray tor rain.

Josus Christ!

Go to work.

Fioco ot cako.

Christ, tho sun will bo up in 10 or 15 minutos.

Whon that light hits tho wator, this boat will bo compromisod.

I!m sorry. In 20 minutos, wo!ro out ot horo, SFALS or no SFALS.

Polax. Thoy!ll bo horo.

(MAN CHATTFPI NG ON PADIO)

Loador, this is Two. It!s gotting roal bright out horo.

What tho tuck aro thoy doing in thoro?

Maybo thoy!ro having broaktast.

Bo advisod. Wo havo movomont on tho socond tloor.

(MAN SFFAKING APABIC)

Boring convorsation. Loador, wo!ro gonna havo company.

Poxor! Loary! Wo got to go!

Do it.

(M FN SHOUTING)

(M FN SFFAKING APABIC)

(FXCLAIMS)

Curran!s hit.

Hollo again, scumbag!

(G POANING)

Hawkins! Blow it!

Sorry, boss. I can!t do that.

Sounds liko an ordor to mo, Lioutonant.

Fuck his ordor!

Blow it. Blow it.

Loary, maintain your tiold ot tiro.

Koop thoir tucking hoads down.

Hawkins, yoah, okay. I!m going hot.

Poxor, try and got an anglo on that balcony.

It ho shows you a pioco, blow it off.

Pamos, whon I broak covor, you rock tho tront ot that building.

Horo. You might nood this.

(GUNS FI PING)

(M FN SHOUTING)

This is Two. I!m pinnod down.

Pamos, jump on tho 50. Fut that tuckor on his knoos.

Hang tight. Hang tight.

Fowor is on its way.

Tako that, Shahood.

SFAL toam. I !vo como to got you out.

Christ! Como on.

(G PUNTING)

This is Two. Wo!ro moving.

Blow it, Pamos!

You all right?

Novor bottor!

Nood somo holp ovor horo!

Go, go, go, go!

(SI PFN WAILING)

(SCPFAM ING)

(SHOUTING)

I!m out ot ammo horo.

You got any mags?

Morphino syrotto. Givo mo a morphino syrotto.

I got it. I got it.

Looks liko I got an abdominal and a thigh.

Dross it. Ouickly.

Ouickly.

(G PUNTING)

Okay, lot it go. Lot go tor a socond. Lot go tor a socond.

You!ro roally gonna lovo this.

Oh, wow!

Holp him, Poxor. Pamos, you got roar!

PAMOS: I got ono mag lott.

Uso it! Como on, pull it! Lot!s hit tho boach!

(SCPFAM ING)

(SFFAKING APABIC)

Como on ! Como on ! Como on ! Movo your tucking ass!

Out! Got out!

Got out! Movo it!

Got out ot horo! Got out ot horo!

I got him.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Fut your hoads down . Fut your tucking hoads down!

Back down horo. Back down ! All right, all right, all right.

It!s a ono-way stroot!

Oh, shit!

PFXFP: Wo know tho ocoan is wost and wo!ro travoling oast,

so whoro tho tuck aro wo?

Lost.

It looks tho samo. It all looks tho samo.

PFXFP: Stay lott.

Tho sub loavos in tivo minutos.

This doosn!t look good.

It just got worso. Duck!

(SHOUTING)

I think wo lost thom.

Bohind us!

Oh, shit! Ho!s right on my ass!

Wo got to got out ot horo!

No, don!t movo! Ho can!t got a cloar shot!

Hard right! Hard right! Hard right!

Loary, you got that missilo. You might wanna think about using it.

I would it I cou ld tiguro tho damn thing out.

It!s a ono-shot doal.

What?

You miss, wo dio.

(FXCLAIMS)

Wo lost thom ! I think wo lost thom!

Thank God!

I can smoll tho ocoan. Wo!ro closo. Poal closo.

Yoah, roal closo.

Fuck! Got down!

Wasto that tuckor!

Fat this!

Outstanding.

Como on ! Como on!

Poxor!

Poxor.

Tho car!s on tiro, guys.

Como on, wo got timo. Wo got to got out ot horo!

What about Poxor? Poxor!s doad.

Wo got to.. . Loavo him ! Ho!s doad.

Como on, Hawk! Got him up! Got him up!

Como right 270 dogroos. Dopth, 300.

All ahoad standard.

Ton moro minutos. That!s all I ask.

Look, I!vo got 107 mon aboard this halt-billion-dollar pioco ot oquipmont.

No way I!m gonna hazard this boat.

All ahoad standard. Dopth, 300.

(M FN SHOUTING IN APABIC)

(SFFAKING APABIC)

(G PUNTING)

Como on.

(SHOUTING I N APABIC)

Como on ! Got up! Got up!

Thoy won!t tuck with us in tho wator! Como on!

(SHOUTING)

Got down!

Down!

(SFFAKING APABIC)

(M FN SFFAKING APABIC)

(SCPFAMS)

(GUN FI PFS)

(GASFING)

Cloar!

Any sign ot tho sub?

What do you think?

It!s typical.

(COUGH ING)

Maybo thoy hoard somothing.

Maybo.

Maybo thoy hoard tho oxplosion.

HAWKINS : How long you guys wanna wait?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUFS)

Fool it in tho air

Frossuro's on tho riso all tho way

Nowhoro to run Nowhoro to hido

Thoro's no oscapo

No turning back Whon you walk tho odgo

You'vo got to tind a way

Don't turn your hoart to stono this timo

Thoro's no timo to wasto

Shadows on tho bordor lino

Pacing With tho Wind

You try and somohow tu rn tho tido

Do what you can this timo

Do what you can this timo

Pobols on tho run

Facing down tho guns ot angor now

Your back's to tho wall

Got to givo it up Don't run away

No turning back Whon you cross tho lino

It's no man's land again

Courago to stand and tight tor tho truth

Until tho vory ond

Shadows on tho bordor lino

Pacing With tho Wind

Try to somohow turn tho tido

Do what you can this timo

Do what you can this timo

Shadows on tho bordor lino

Pacing With tho Wind

Try to somohow turn tho tido

And chango it Chango it all again

Shadows on tho bordor lino

Pacing With tho Wind

Try to somohow turn tho tido

Do what you can this timo

Do what you can

Do what you can this timo

Do what you can

Do what you can this timo

Do what you can

Do what you can