All language subtitles for Land of Bad.en

[unsettling music playing]

[Black Hawk whirring]

- ["Paint It Blue" playing]
- ♪ They say there's a price ♪

♪ On my head ♪

♪ And that I'm
better off dead ♪

♪ But that sheriff ♪
- [lock beeps]

♪ Better keep this in mind ♪

[door vibrates, opens]

There a problem, Sergeant?

No, sir... Sorry,
I was just, uh...

Get your shit together.
We lift off in five.

Yes, sir.

Hey, you're HALO
qualified, yeah?

HALO? No, sir.

Are we doing a HALO jump?

You'll be fine.

I'd go Froot Loops. My
daughter loves them.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Ah, fuck.

♪ I bet you're gonna
Love the way I'm gone ♪

[Sugar] Going after a CIA
asset that's been captured.

The plan is to extract him
with minimal casualties.

He was gathering intel
on Alexander Petrov,

a Russian arms dealer
and former KGB.

♪ I ain't too concerned
With my name ♪

♪ 'Cause I know It
won't be on my grave ♪

[Abell] What's up?

That your family?

Nah, just a pic that
came with the helmet.

Yeah. Wife and kids.

Nice.

Are those the new
5.11 tactical gloves?

You know the ones
with the Kevlar knit?

Yeah, yeah. Kevlar knit.

Awesome.

JTAC...

just try to relax, okay?

[hum of aircraft engine]

[Sports Announcer] [on laptop]
Right back the other way

on the Euro and
gets that one to go.

And the whistle too...

[laptop closes]

That bad?

[Reaper] Yeah, that bad.

Do you wanna talk about it?

[laughs]

Wanna hug? We can hug.

You need me?

Yeah, I wanted to ask
you something, but...

Okay. Coffee?

Sure.

Okay.
- Yeah.

Cool.

So, uh, you know the
wedding's coming up, right?

Yes, I do. Twenty-third.

That's right.

You're not gonna change
the date, are you?

- What?
- I've got everything organized.

I got the kids in place. I
got the ex-wives in place.

Lucy will be out
of the hospital.

- [Nia] Reaper.
- [Reaper] I had...

I'm not going to
change the date.

I, um, actually wanted to

talk to you about
something else.

I wanted to ask...
- Who moved my shit?

Airman... who moved my shit?

Huh?

Coffee pods.

I... I don't know,
sir. I use the drip.

Well, I can't trust a
word you say then, can I?

[drawers opening, closing]

[pod clatters]

[sigh heavily]

I take the time.

Every goddamn morning.

I do it for efficiency,

easy recognition,

and organization.

Is it appreciated? No.

It is respected. I think not.

But I do it

for the morale of the squadron.

- [coffee maker closes]
- You were saying?

Op starts in 15.

Yeah, yeah. I thought you
wanted to talk about something.

It can wait.

[Reaper chuckles]

[Black Hawk whirring]

[Kinney] Shit.

[Bishop] You lose something?

Ah, just my cereal.

Your what?

Froot Loops.

I had a box of Froot Loops.

I don't know what I did with it.

[Bishop] Jesus
Christ, Air Force.

Barely started this op

and you're already sweating
about a box of Frosted Flakes.

No, no. It was...
it was Froot Loops.

Huh?

Froot Loops, not Frosted Flakes.

This kid for real?

Don't be an asshole.

That's cute.

Thanks, man.

[laughs] Fucking Fruit Loops.

How old are you, Air Force?

Twenty-seven.

Ah...

Bishop, how old's your
daughter now? Twenty?

You should set Air
Force up on a date.

[laughs] Yeah.

I will shoot you in the
dick, Abell. I swear to God.

[laughs]

[Reaper] No, honey. I can't.

I can't come.

'Cause I gotta be here at work.

Yeah. [laughs] Look, just
get your sister to go.

What about your mom?

All right. Well, why
don't you call...?

Oh, you called Judy?

Uh...

look, okay, okay.

If it's only a couple of things.
That's fine. That's fine.

But right now, I gotta go
'cause I got a mission, yeah?

[basketball tournament on TV]

[Sports Announcer] [on TV]
Zegler a little teardrop.

You know I don't like that
shot in college, right?

It's made about thirt...

yeah, it's made about
37 percent of the time.

Fuck.

[Sports Announcer] [on TV]
Zegler just settled for

a tough floater on the
first side of the floor.

Guys.

I got a favor to ask you.

My wife is pregnant.
While I'm on OP,

if she goes into labor,
she's gonna call that phone.

All right?

You need to answer it, and
you need to come and get me.

Copy?

Thank you very much.

And why don't we just keep this
volume down to a low level?

Because this is a
professional work environment.

[Col. Packett] Now, now.
Just because your team

delivered the biggest choke
in March Madness history,

doesn't mean the rest of us
can't still enjoy ourselves.

It's about Lucy.
Virgil, it's important.

I know.

Notice the, uh,
pseudofolliculitis barbae

hasn't cleared up.

Not yet, sir. No.

Well, you just let me know
when you're ready to shave.

- I will, sir.
- All right.

Go, Vols!

[all shouting]

[Black Hawk whirring]

[Co-Pilot] Warhawk, this is
Blackbird approaching drop zone.

Headed to 15,000 feet.

Six minutes to the DZ.

Winds are five knots
and to the southeast.

Skies are clear.

Happy hunting.

All right, boys. Six minutes.

Here we go.

[ATAK device beeping]

[Bishop] Fruit
Loop, now's the time

to be checking your weapon.

I'm good.

Not your Gameboy.
Your actual weapon.

[Kinney] -Hey, look, I'm in
charge of the drone. So...

if we wind up in a
situation and I'm shooting,

we got big fucking problems.

[laughs] You're not wrong.

JTAC's only good for
one thing and that is...

[All] "Bringing the rain."

Is this your first
mission in theater, JTAC?

Second. But first
with operators.

What?

Hell, I'll say it.

Um... we're about to
head into a shit storm.

You still look like you kind of
need someone to wipe your ass.

So just... do me a favor.

Keep up and don't fuck up.

Last thing we need in this op
is to have to save your ass.

Nah, he's good.

Hey, remember your training.

Talk to the planes.

When they start dropping bombs,
make sure it's on the bad guys.

Yes, sir.

[Sugar] You're not
going to need these.

This is a sterilized op.

[Co-Pilot] Be advised
we are approaching...

[Sugar] All right, boys.

Let's put our masks
on. Let's get to work.

[alarm blaring]

[Abell] Hey, JTAC,

this might sound stupid but
don't forget to breathe, yeah?

Stay on your comms.

When that hits 3,000,
deploy your chute.

It's just the same as airborne,
only way fucking higher.

[Sugar] Good to go.

[door slides open]

[Bishop] I'll see you
fuckers on the beach.

[Abell] Yee-haw.

[Sugar] Hey, walk in the park.

[wind whistling aggressively]

[loud and harsh breathing]

[Kinney groaning]

Fuck.

[coughing]

[Sugar] You good?

Let's go. Come on. Get up.

That ridge. Four
clicks by 0800.

Let's go. Let's move.

[birds squawking]

- [door opens]
- [Reaper] All right.

Thank you, Miller.

[Nia] Okay, team has landed.

Operators are en route.

The drone is ten mics
out from rendezvous point

and Warhawk is switching comms.

This carriage is about
to turn into a pumpkin.

This is not my chair.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it is not.

Oh, my god, Reaper, I
did not take your chair.

I know you didn't take my chair.

It will be these commie assholes

from Shadow Flight.

You finished?

No, I'm not.

[knocks on window]

Eat a bag of dicks.

[laughs]

Now I'm finished.

Okay.

All right, let's take
this lady to the dance.

[hum of aircraft engine]

[water dripping]

[tense music playing]

Playboy 06, this is
Reaper 1-0 checking in...

You have 1 MQ-9 in the air.

1 by BLU 118 on board.

[over comms] Eight
hours of playtime ahead.

[Kinney] Reaper 1-0,
this is Playboy 0-6.

[over comms] Stand
by for grid, over.

Roger. Standing by.

[Kinney] Grid as follows,

[over comms] November,
victor, 7, niner,

5-7-1-8.

That's a friendly grid.

[Reaper] Roger, Playboy. I
have visual on friendly grid.

I am your eyes in the sky
and the bringer of doom.

[over comms] Over.

[Kinney] Reaper is airborne.
Our location is confirmed.

[Sugar] What's the ordinance?

Two hellfire's and
a BLUE-118, sir.

Lose the sir shit.

I work for a living.
It's Sugar or Sug.

All right.

Makes him feel old.

[Bishop] He is old.

Thanks, Air Force.

[disturbing music playing]

[Abell] Hey, JTAC.

What rock did they
find you under?

[Kinney] In Guam on
a training exercise.

Missed the flight out.

That was nine hours ago.

[Abell] How'd you
miss the flight?

I had some stomach issues.

[Bishop] Wait.

You're here 'cause
you had the shits?

[laughs] Well, I hope you
got that all cleared out.

You shit your pants on an op,

that stain will
follow you for life.

[Sugar] Did you get briefed?

Yeah, but I'm a little confused.

[Sugar] What about?

Well, I'm not tier one.

Yet he walks amongst us.

[Kinney] I thought
operators don't go out

without tier one personnel.

We don't.

[Kinney] So why am I here?

A JSOC asset disappeared
two weeks ago.

Believed to be kidnapped.

We've got intel on
a possible locale.

So this is a rescue op?

[Sugar] Potentially.

[Abell] Ah. You can never
keep up with these CIA spooks.

Either way... here we are.

[Abell] So to answer
your question...

no, you shouldn't be here.

And, yes, Delta
doesn't usually go out

without their tier
one personnel.

And, yes, if our guy is here,

then we'll go in
and fucking get him.

Translation...
step up your game.

[telephone beeps]

I need someone to cover. Yeah.

I gotta check in with Lucy.

How's she doing?

She's fantastic.

Got the baby brain
going on though.

I gotta repeat
everything five times.

It's amazing. Absolutely huge.

Got the same thing
about this wedding.

Uh, it's understandable.

There's a lot of detail.
You think about it.

A wedding is probably

the greatest social
ritual humanity has.

You know, most important
day of your life.

Might as well get it right.

You're only going to do it once.

Reaper, you've been
married four times.

Yeah, that's just me
though. I'm a romantic.

What did you want
to ask me before?

- Oh, I...
- Hold that thought.

Thank you, Miller.
- [Miller] Reaper.

[Abell grunts]

Hey, what's up?

Ah, this fucking frag
is a pain in my ass.

Thought you got that patched up.

I did.

[Bishop] So why are you
still bitching about it?

[Abell] There's still a fucking
hole in my leg, asshole.

What happened?

[Abell] I.E.D.

Some kid triggered it
from half a click out.

We never stood a chance.

[Bishop] Therein lies
the problem, Fruit Loop.

All this tech,

it takes the human
element out of warfare.

And what happens when
all that shit fails?

[Kinney] Well...

Well, what?

[Kinney] I don't know. I mean,
I think this tech saves lives.

In a way, it's takes the
barbaric nature out of it.

[Bishop] Barbaric nature?

Lipstick on a pig.

You really think you
dropping a bomb on 50 people

is any better than us
shooting them in the head?

No. War is barbaric.

It ain't never gonna
fucking change.

It already has.

Listen up, Fruit Loop.
Let me tell you a story.

You can fight with
all your robots

and your reapers and
cell phones you want.

The end of the day,

when the technology
fails and all your...

your batteries and your
bullets and your bombs run out,

you know, and the
fucking sun explodes,

war comes down to one
very simple thing.

And that's man killing man.

Just takes one shit day to
change your whole perspective.

That's a fact.

Welcome to the land of bad.

Fucking great story, man.

Really fucking good,
rich and compelling.

[tense music playing]

- What do you got?
- I got movement.

Hundred meters. Just the
other side of those rocks.

I need eyes over that ridge.

Hundred meters northeast.

Reaper 1-0, this is Playboy 0-6.

Got suspicious movement

a hundred meters
northeast of our position.

[over comms] Can
you check it out?

Roger that, Playboy. Standby.

Hundred meters southeast.

Got good handshake.

Reaper 1-0,

[over comms] can you zoom in?

Copy that.

[laughs]

Yeah, oh, that's sexy.

[Kinney] [over comms]
Pan left, 50 meters.

Pan left, 50 meters.

[screen flickers]

What the fuck?

Reaper, I'm hollow. Over.

Roger. Standby.

Systems malfunction.

Goddamn piece of shit.

Playboy, we have a
systems malfunction

[over comms] on the bird.

Copy that. Is the pod inop?

[Reaper] [over comms] That
is an a-firm, Playboy.

We got to get this piece
of shit back to base.

[Kinney] [over comms] Is
another bird available?

That is a negative.
We'll fix this one up

[over comms] and get
it back to you stat.

Reapers down. No
other UAV's available.

[Bishop] Broken Reaper, huh?

Ain't that some fuckin' irony?

Looks like we're gonna
have to clear this ridge

the old-fashioned way.

Abell, you're on point.
- Copy.

[Sugar] Bishop, you're left.

Copy.

What's the rest of
our air support?

Hornet's on standby.
Thirty mikes out.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

[intense music playing]

[Abell] I got
nothing on my end.

Same here.

Looks clear.

Wait.

Wait, I've got movement.

Ten meters.

[wild pig oinks]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

It's a fucking oink oink.

What the hell's an oink oink?

A fucking pig, dumbass.

Pretty sure you got a picture
of her in your wallet.

Fucker.

[unsettling music playing]

This is serious
bad guy lair shit.

Got two tangos on the bridge.

A third on the far right.

Other side of the tent.

[Abell] See a
Starbucks down there?

I see number four

on the lower part
of the S-bend road.

Let's push down.

[suspenseful music playing]

Okay. Clear.

Clear.

[Sugar] Okay. We're
gonna call this OP1.

Air Force, set up up top.

Abell,

[over comms] you stay put.
Set up your hindsight.

Bishop, you're with me.

We're gonna wrap
around southeast.

Three hundred meters.

Hooah.

You good?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay. Go forth and conquer.

[suspenseful music playing]

[water gushing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Sugar] [over comms] All
right, gents. Sit tight.

Call out what you see.

I want a head count
on that compound

before we move on it.

[Bishop] Sug?

[over comms] When can we
get a nice gig in Hawaii?

Sick of swamp crotch.

[Sugar[ [over comms] I
don't think they'd allow you

back in Hawaii since last time.

[Bishop] [over comms]
That was one time.

Piece of shit. Fucking.

[rock clanks down pipe]

[Sugar] [over
comms] Got movement.

All right, this sure
looks like our guy.

Bishop, can you confirm?

Yeah, that's Petrov all right.

[Sugar] [over comms]
- Okay, if he's here,

the asset's gotta be close.

[commentary on TV]

Thunderbolt Squadron?

No, it's not.

I'm sorry I can't
do that for you.

You're gonna have to
call the operator back.

If you ask for extension
141, that's Thunderbolt.

Uh-huh. Yeah, no problem.

Guys... [hangs up
phone] what the fuck?

What's the problem, Captain?

I asked you to keep
an ear on this phone.

Some smartass turned
the goddamn ringer off.

Why don't you turn it back on?

I have.

Is your wife actually
in labor, Captain?

On the precipice, sir.

[Col. Packett] Water's broken?

Impending.

[Col. Packett] Having any
of those, uh, contractions?

Well, since you asked,
right now, 40 mics apart.

Last night, she was
tooting like a bugler

at a Gettysburg reenactment.

Currently, her cervix is
two centimeters dilated

and starting to yawn.

All right, that is
too much information.

Yes, it is, sir.

[Col. Packett] Airmen,
for the love of God,

make sure that
phone's turned on.

Thank you.

[insects chirping]

[Sugar] Contact.

[over comms] Multiple
vehicles inbound.

Eleven o'clock.

[tense music playing]

Oh, Petrov is on the move.

[car engine revving]

Who the hell are these guys?

[Sugar] Don't know.

Local militia?

[over comms] Kinda
looks like Abu Sayyaf.

Bishop, can you confirm?

Yeah, I can't tell.

[over comms] More
guys with guns.

Sure as shit ain't taking
this compound 'til they leave.

Check out the dude getting out

the left side of
the lead vehicle.

Tell me that doesn't
look like Saeed Hashimi.

Fuck.

Who's that?

[Sugar] [over comms]
Head of Abu Sayyaf.

Sure he's here to buy
guns. Keep your eyes open.

Guns on safety.

JTAC, what's the
status of our air?

Reaper still down,
Hornet on standby.

You want it airborne?

[Sugar] [over comms] Negative.

Sit tight. Let me work
on a new game plan.

- ["Goin' Back to Texas"
playing] - ♪ Well tell me mama ♪

♪ What's goin' on ♪
- [golf ball being hit]

♪ Tell me darling
What's goin' on ♪

Yo,

drone's fixed.

Handover in five.

I'm ready.

♪ I'd stay round here ♪

♪ But I believe It's
much too rough ♪

[door closes]

♪ I'd stay round here ♪

♪ But I believe It's
much too rough ♪

♪ I'm goin' back to Texas
I believe I've had enough ♪

[Reaper] Fuck.

[Reaper] [over comms] Playboy,

this is Reaper 1-0,
back on station.

Checking in.

Requesting permission
to establish overhead.

Copy that. Good to
have you back, Reaper.

Grid is as follows,

[over comms] November,
Victor, 1-1-4-8-

7-6-3-5. Over.

Copy grid, Playboy.

I have contact.

Open circular
compound, one large

concrete structure,

and a road heading
north crossing a dam.

Confirm target area.

[Kinney] [over
comms] Roger that.

You have target area in sight.

[Bishop] I didn't know Hashimi
was in bed with Petrov.

Oh, Hashimi's a terrorist.

[over comms] He's got to
buy his guns from somewhere.

[indistinct chatter]

The missus doesn't look
too thrilled about it.

[Abell] Yeah, this guy's
definitely a creeper.

She's getting stranger
danger vibes for sure.

[singing] ♪ Hashimi and
Petrov Sitting in a tree ♪

♪ K-I-S-S... ♪

[rapid gunfire]

Fuck.

[shouting and screaming]

[Petrov's wife]
Run! Run, run, run.

Oh, fuck.

[rapid gunfire]

[Abell] [over comms]
What the fuck, Sugar?

What are we doing?

Warhawk, this is Alpha 1.

Have hostiles engaging
with civilians.

Requesting updated

R-O-E. Over.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Petrov'S Wife] [screaming]

[sword swishes, cuts head]

Fuck me.

[Abell] [over
comms] Motherfucker!

Jesus Christ!

[grunting]

[Hashimi] Petrov...

[speaks in Arabic]

[grunting]

[speaks in Arabic]

[Petrov's Kid]
[shouting and screaming]

[muffled shouting]

Fuck this, Sugar, I ain't
watching this asshole

lob off the kid's head.

Kinney, stand by for
potential diversion.

[gun cocks]

Reaper, we need weapons
effects between the compound

[over comms] and
the tent. Over.

Reaper 1-0. One by
hellfire missile, copied.

[monitor beeps]

[hum of aircraft engine]

[Kid] Papa!

[straining, crying]

Abell, Bishop, you got
a shot, you take it.

Kinney, drop that fucking bomb.

[Kinney] [over comms]
Reaper, you are cleared hot!

Say again, you are cleared hot!

Copied.

[monitor beeps]

Target acquired.

[hum of aircraft engine]

Weapon's away.
Impact 30 seconds.

[Petrov and kid] [crying]

Don't have thirty.

[rapid gunfire]

- [grunts]
- [rapid gunfire]

[bomb landing]

[loud explosion]

[Reaper] Run, kid. Run!

[radio crackling,
voices underneath]

[Kinney] [over comms] Guys?

[speaks Filipino]

[Sugar] [over comms] It's
a fucking cave entrance.

Kinney, you've got hostiles
directly below you.

Do not move. Do
not even breathe.

Abell, Bishop,

I need sights on targets.

Abell, you taking center.

Bishop, extreme left.

I'm on extreme right.

On one...

[Abell] [over
comms] In position.

[Sugar] [over comms]
On one. Three,

two, one.

[gun fired]

[blood splatters]

[Kinney grunts]

[Armed Militia]
[chattering in Filipino]

[bomb explodes]

[Sugar] Kinney!

[Kinney] [groans] Fuck!

Shit. Abell, you've got

[over comms] five
hostiles on your six.

Fifty meters.

[rapid gunfire]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[rapid gunfire]

[Sugar] [over comms]
Bishop, move [indistinct].

On me!
- All right, Abell.

[rapid gunfire]

[panting]

[rapid gunfire]

Kinney, I need...

[indistinct radio chatter].

[rapid gunfire]

Stay still, asshole.

[gun cocks]

[rapid gunfire]

[grunting]

[screams]

[rapid gunfire]

[grunting]

[Abell] [over comms] A
little help here, fellas!

Trying, buddy.

[Sugar] Kinney, I need
you to lay down some

cover fire for Abell.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[rapid gunfire]

[tire screeches]

- [Bishop] [over comms] Sug.
- [Sugar] Yeah.

- We got a situation.
- [Sugar] No shit.

No, no, no. We got
another situation.

RPG twelve o'clock. Incoming!

[fires RPG]

[explosion]

[Sugar] Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!

[rapid gunfire]

[grunting]

[rapid gunfire]

[empty gun cocking]

I got you, man. I got you.

- [wet squelch]
- [Abell] Okay. [grunting]

[Kinney] You're good, man.

No, you're good,
man. You're good.

You're good. I got you.

Where's the med kit? I'm
gonna get you fixed up.

Come on, man.
Where's the med kit?

[panting]

Kinney.

Abell, Abell. No, no, no.

Fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck!

Abell is down. Abell is down.

Hello?

Oh, fuck. Alpha
1, this Playboy.

[over comms] Abell's
down. Abell's down.

Kinney, listen to me.

[loud explosion]

We are taking heavy fire
from two two-man RPG teams.

[over comms] I need some
bombs down there now!

Wait, wh-what about Abell?

[Sugar] [over comms]
Abell is dead.

He's dead.

I need you to stay
focused, Sergeant.

Get yourself together.

Oh, fuck.

[RPG fired]

[RPG exploding]

[rapid gunfire]

Reaper, we're taking RPG fire

on the southeast
side of the compound.

Two hundred meters
south of my position.

Give me the biggest
thing you got.

[over comms] Cleared hot.
- Copy that, Playboy.

We have eyes on the target.

1 by Blu 118.

[beeping]

Weapons away.

Impact 20 seconds.

Where's that bomb, Sergeant?

Twenty seconds!

[bomb firing]

RPG incoming!

[RPG exploded]

Fuck! Sugar? Sugar? Bishop!

[bomb explodes, car
window shatters]

[car tire screeches]

[machine gun cocking]

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

[rapid gunfire]

You got eyes on him?

Lost him in the smoke.

Fuck.

Did he pop the smoke?

I don't know.

[RPG explodes]

[Kinney grunting]

[Reaper] Playboy, do you copy?

I see him.

[Reaper] Stay with him.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Kinney panting]

Reaper? Reaper, you there?

Reaper?

[panting]

[over comms]
Reaper, you there?

We're here, Playboy.

[over comms] Give me
the status of your team.

[panting]

Uh, KIA.

[over comms] [panting]

Okay, Playboy, let's
do this by the numbers.

Confirm your current
grid location.

Yeah.

[device beeping]

Uh, I'm headed northeast.

November, Romeo,
2-7-6-0-niner-3-2-2.

I'm, uh... [panting]

I'm approx five clicks
from the evac point.

[over comms] I need you
to scan forward 500 meters

and make sure the area is clear.

Copy, Playboy. We got you.

Scanning forward
500 meters. Standby.

Yeah, area's clear.

Area looks clear.
You're good to move.

[suspenseful music]

Playboy, do you copy?

[over comms] Playboy?

[panting]

[leaves rustles]

What's he doing? Is he moving?

He's freaking out.

You gotta calm him down.

Hey, Playboy.

[over comms] Good news.

[over comms] Helicopter is
inbound to the evac point.

The cavalry is on the way.

You gotta get your
ass on the move, son.

You got to move,
man. Let's go.

Come on, soldier.

[over comms] Get up and go.

Here we go. All right.

You scan forward.
I've got him.

Scanning forward.

Tell me what you see.

[insects and birds chirping]

[distant revving
of truck engine]

Reaper,

[over comms] I think
I'm hearing a truck.

He's right. I have
contact from the west.

Truck on the road, half a click.

I have contact from the east.

Looks like they're converging
on Playboy's position.

Playboy, be aware.

You have converging
targets east and west.

[suspenseful music playing]

[distant revving
of truck engine]

How much ordinance
do you have left?

[Reaper] [over comms]
One by hellfire.

Air to ground
114. Standing by.

You want those hornets airborne?

[Kinney] [over
comms] Negative.

Okay, Playboy, tally.

Eyes on target.
What you want to do?

Keep eyes on it.

[Reaper] [over comms]
Roger that. Standing by.

[truck engine revving]

[panting]

[panting]

[distant barking]

[Kinney] [over comms] Reaper,
do you have eyes on hostiles?

[Nia] Confirmed hostiles
from the east are armed.

- Are they Abu Sayyaf?
- [Nia] They've got weapons.

Safe to assume.

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

[horse snorting]

[Reaper] [over comms]
Playboy, you copy?

Can't talk right now.

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

[Armed Militia]
[chattering in Filipino]

Ah, for fuck's sake.
Playboy, Playboy.

Canine coming your way.

You gotta be shitting me.

Git.

[dog barking]

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

Fuck, Playboy.

Buffalo Bill has dismounted.

[over comms] He is
approaching your position.

[over comms] Looks like
he's coming towards Lassie.

Do not move.

[dog barking]

Playboy, Buffalo Bill

[over comms] is
above your position.

Do not move.

[dog barking]

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

Okay, Playboy.

Looks like Lassie's going home.

Buffalo Bill has remounted.

Hostiles are leaving
the party. Stand by.

[truck engine starts, revving]

Goddammit.

[Reaper] [over
comms] Playboy...

Buffalo Bill and
his buddy are gone.

The truck is gone.

You are clear tracking
500 meters to your north.

[over comms] There's a path up
that ridge on your one o'clock.

[sinister music playing]

Hey, Playboy, how
you holding up?

[panting]

I'm all right.

[Reaper] [over comms]
Where are you from, man?

Ohio.

No shit. Me, too. Brook Park.

[Kinney] [over comms]
Middleburg Heights.

We're basically
fucking neighbors.

O-H.

I-O.

[Reaper] [over comms]
Fellow Buckeye.

Get home much?

[Kinney] [over comms] Yeah.

Yeah, I was just there.

Had to bury my father.

Oh, man. Sorry to hear.

Yeah, it's okay.

[Reaper] [over comms]
Were you guys close?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was a good guy.

In Sweet Sixteen news,

the fucking Buckeyes just
shit the bed against VCU.

[over comms] First round.

Trying to depress me more?

[Reaper] [over
comms] Sorry, man.

Hey, you ever got up to
Mama Santas on Mayfield?

[Kinney] [over
comms] [chuckles]

Are you kidding me?

I lived at that place
during high school.

[Kinney] [over
comms] Fucking great.

I know, right?

I met my first
wife there in '95.

Oh, yeah?

[Reaper] [over comms]
Yeah. We met in line.

We both ordered stromboli.

Who the fuck orders stromboli?

[laughs] I know, right?

I thought it was meant
to be. And it was.

Right up until it
wasn't, you know?

[over comms] My current
wife hates the shit.

She jealous?

Nah, man, worse...
she's vegan.

Ah, man. That is worse.

[Reaper] [over comms] How do
you know if someone's a vegan?

[Kinney] [over comms] How?

They will tell you.

You're getting really
close now, man.

Just keep up the
pace. Good work.

[sinister music playing]

[insects chirping]

[panting]

[♪]

ETA on the helo?

[Blackbird 2-5] [over comms]
- Playboy 0-6,

this is Blackbird 2-5,

approaching LZ from east.
ETA three mikes, over.

Copy.

[Kinney] [over comms] Reaper,
how's my path to the LZ?

Clear.

Path is clear.

[over comms] Time to get the
hell out of dodge, Playboy.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [grass rustles]

Thanks for the eyes, Reaper.

[Reaper] [over comms]
Happy to do it.

Hey, drop me a line next
time you're in Vegas.

I have a solid hookup
for Disney on Ice.

[over comms] You lost
me. I might pass on that,

but I'm at Nellis all the time.

[over comms] I'm here,
man. Call CENTCOM.

[over comms] Raven
Squadron. Eddie Grim.

Just ask for Reaper.

[Kinney] [over comms] Will do.

Blackbird 2-5, I have a visual.
LZ is clear for extract.

Marking position with I-R.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[Blackbird 2-5] [over comms]
- Roger that, Playboy.

I have your position marked.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[gun fired]

Contact! I'm hit! I'm hit!

Playboy, are you injured?

Negative! Must
have hit my plate.

[rapid gunfire]

[Nia] Reaper, hostiles,
100 meters east.

Two hundred meters south.

[Reaper] Contact! Blackbird.

I have multiple
targets around the LZ.

[rapid gunfire]

[Abu Sayyaf soldiers shouting]

[rapid gunfire continues]

[Reaper] [over comms]
Contact, Blackbird.

Three more hostiles
on the west ridge.

Small arms and an RPG.

Better move your ass.

[Armed Militia]
[speaking in Filipino]

RPG!

[loud explosion]

Shit!

Blackbird, can you
stay in the area

until we can find a secure LZ?

Negative, Playboy.
LZ is too hot.

Back to you as fast as we can.

[rapid gunfire]

[explosion]

[rapid gunfire]

Shit!

[Nia] Reaper, west ridge.

Contact, Playboy.

[over comms] Three more
trucks right through.

[rapid gunfire]

[Armed Militia]
[speaking in Filipino]

Reaper, need the bomb
300 meters to the west.

Cleared hot!

Roger that, Playboy.
Tally. Eyes on target.

Stay where you are, assholes.

[over comms] 1 by hellfire,
air to ground 114.

[joystick beeps]

Weapon away.
Impact 20 seconds.

[rapid gunfire]

[bomb explodes]

Target is down.

Now get the fuck out of there.

Fuck! Taking fire.

[Nia] This ain't done.

Got another truck
coming in from the west.

Jesus Christ, I'm pinned down.

How are they seeing me?

[Nia] It's his strobe! They
must have night vision.

He's gotta turn his strobe off.

It's your strobe, Playboy.
Turn off your strobe.

Taking fire from the east.

Drop everything you have.

Playboy, I am Winchester.
I'm out of bombs.

[over comms] ETA on the
hornets is two mikes.

[rapid gunfire]

[Hornet 1] [over comms]
Playboy... this is Hornet 1.

Entering point out level.

I'm coming in on an
east west heading.

Roger that, Hornet 1.

I'm 200 meters north
of target grid.

Keep all fire south
of target grid.

I say again, all fire south.

[Hornet 1] [over comms]
Copy that. Be advised

this will be danger close.
- Yes, yes. Cleared hot.

[Hornet 1] [over comms] Copy.

Three, two, one!

[loud explosion]

[rapid gunfire]

Shit! Still taking
fire from west!

[rapid gunfire]

[Hornet 1] [over
comms] Copy, Playboy.

Coming around for another run.

[loud explosion]

[Kinney groaning]

[over comms] Fuck this!

What do you want, Airman?

Yeah, I'm doing a Starbucks run.

Colonel Packett is springing.
- A what?

Starbucks.

Have you lost your mind?

Airman, leave!

Eyes on that hornet.

[Kinney] Give me some
fire on the west ridge.

You're cleared hot.

[Hornet 1] Confirm.
West or east?

West! West!

[Hornet 1] [over
comms] Copy that.

This one is going
to be danger close.

We still do not
have visual on you.

[Kinney] It's fine. Just
drop it! You're cleared hot!

[Hornet 1] [over comms] Be
advised, this is danger close.

[heavy gunfire]

[bombs whizzing]

[loud explosion]

[Computer Voice]
Altitude. Altitude.

Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.

[Hornet 1] [over comms]
- Playboy, I am Winchester.

Hornet 1 is RTB.

Copy that.

[over comms] Good shooting.

How's it looking, Reaper?

Playboy, from what we
can see, it looks clear.

These fuckers know we're
out there now, so...

[over comms] do not
discount any surprises.

We got another LZ?

There's a clearing
two clicks northeast

of your position.

You're not gonna like it though.

You say northeast?

[Reaper] [over comms]
A-firm, Playboy.

Northeast is up a
big fucking hill.

I know, man. I told you,
you weren't gonna like it.

[over comms] I'm sorry,
but that is the closest

LZ option we have.

[panting]

Playboy, the helo is airborne.

ETA to the alternate LZ

[over comms] is 90 mikes.

You copy?

Yeah, I'm here.

[Reaper] [over comms]
How you doing, man?

Pretty gassed.

Yeah, no doubt.
Hang in there, okay?

Sorry about the
failed evac, man.

Now you know. Don't
trust Air Force Captains.

Traditionally, we
are full of shit.

Captain?

[Reaper] [over comms] Yeah.

You said you met your
first wife in '95.

Yeah, I am old as shit.

I should be a general by
now. I got three ex-wives.

I got eight kids.
I got a new wife.

I got a new kid on the way.

I need the active duty bonuses.

[Reaper] [over comms] If
I go out from Captain,

they'll make me an
instructor, so fuck that.

You fly fixed wings
before the birds?

[Reaper] [over comms] That is
a very long story, my friend.

But, yes, originally, I
did sign up to be a pilot.

But apparently, the
Air Force thought

my responses to authority
were not normal.

So that goat got fucked.

[whispers] Subtle.

What happened?

[Reaper] [over comms] Well,
I shot my big mouth off,

and I found myself
reassigned to USAF-SF

guarding shit in the middle
of nowhere for 20 years.

[over comms] Eareckson
Base in the Aleutian,

[over comms] Pine
Gap in Australia...

[groans]

[grunting]

[water splashes]

Ah!

[Reaper] [over comms]
Playboy, do you copy?

Playboy, do you copy?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

What happened?

Slid halfway down
a fucking mountain.

Oh, fuck, man. You
okay? You hurt?

Yeah. Just my pride.

Uh, Reaper, I've got
movement in front of Playboy.

One hundred meters northwest.

[Reaper] Zoom in.

Three armed hostiles.

Playboy, you have three hostiles

[over comms] heading
your way. Find cover.

[Kinney] Oh, fuck!

Fuck.

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

[rapid gunfire]

Shit. Scan forward.
Keep me with him.

[Nia] Copy.

[water splashing]

[rapid gunfire]

[panting]

[rapid gunfire continues]

[water blooping]

[panting]

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

Got him?

I'm looking. I'm looking.

Fuck.

[water flowing]

[water blooping]

I got him.

He's heading downstream.

[panting]

[gun cocks]

[Reaper] God fucking dammit!

[dial phone beeping]

Get me the colonel. Yeah.

Keep looking.

I lost him under the canopy.

[Reaper] Fuck.

[door opens]
- Reaper, what's the sitrep?

[door closes]

This mission has gone
to shit, Colonel.

I got an op who's been taken.

We are 12 hours in.

I'm Winchester, but we
cannot leave the target area

because we have the only eyes.

Requesting permission
to stay in the chair

until we get the soldier home.

How you feeling?

Are you feeling sharp?

Oh yeah. Sharp as
an elephant's ass.

[Col. Packett] Staff Sergeant?

I'm good, sir.

Okay, Eddie. Stay in the
chair. Get it done, you two.

[door opens, closes]

[insects chirping]

- [kick thrown]
- [groans]

Fuck you.

- [punch thrown]
- [groans]

[Reaper] Come on, Playboy.

Come on. Talk to me.

Oh, shit.

You got him?

No.

It's all radio chatter
about the JSOC asset.

[Reaper] Who?

The reason those guys
are there, not confirmed,

but one says Borneo,

the other Yemen.

Yemen?

That's halfway around
the fucking world.

You shitting me?

Who's saying that?

Reading between the
lines with CIA or DIA.

Man.

Alphabet soup motherfuckers!

You can't trust a word they say.

[chicken clucking]

[water dripping]

[sniffles]

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

Hands!

[rapid gunfire]

[Sugar] Are you injured?

[strains] Look at me.

I thought you were dead.

Here. Drink this.
Drink. Drink. Drink.

Here. Put that on, okay? Okay?

[Kinney] An RPG exploded
on your position.

Near, not on. Listen.
Bishop got captured.

He's injured pretty
bad. I gotta go.

We gotta go back and get him.
So, grab what you can, okay?

Here. Take this.

Here. Put them in
here. Put them in here.

Here take this.

Come on. You following
me, Sergeant?

Hey. Look, I get it.

This is not where
you want to be,

but you got to dig, okay?
It's not here. It's not here.

It's here.

Bishop's in trouble. We gotta
go back and get him. Okay.

[drawer opens, closes]

[tapping]

You can still shoot, can't you?

[Kinney] Yeah.

[gun cocks]

[Sugar] Let's go.

[dramatic music playing]

Still have your battery?

No, I lost it in the fall.

Let me see your knife.

What for?

I'm gonna call Warhawk.

With a water bottle?

Uh-huh.

[tense music playing]

[antenna beeping]

Come on, you piece of shit.

[over comms] Reaper,
this is Playboy.

Playboy, where the fuck are you?

[over comms] I'm
with Alpha one.

We're headed back
to the initial AO.

No, no, no, no. Negative.
Negative, Playboy.

[over comms] We have Intel
the asset has been found.

We're not going for the asset.

[Reaper] [over
comms] Say again?

We're not going for the asset.

One of our team
members was captured.

We're going in to get him.

[Reaper] [over comms] Playboy,
a QRF is being assembled.

Hold your position
until they're deployed.

Negative, Reaper.
There's no time.

Get on the horn with CJSOTF,
and let them know our sitrep.

[over comms] We're gonna
need planes on standby.

[over comms] ETA to
target area is 6-0 mikes.

We'll confirm grid then. Over.

What direction you
heading, Playboy?

Give me your bearing.

[comms screeching]

Playboy?
- Lost comms.

Fuck!

[phone keys beeping]

Connect me to CJSOTF.

Well, I know it's
unusual, Eileen.

Just fucking connect me, okay?

[tense music]

[water gushing]

So where is he?

[Sugar] No idea.

What's the plan?

Drop some bombs,
create a diversion,

go in and get him.

Kill anyone that
gets in our way.

[sighs]

Where do you want the bombs?

You're the JTAC. You tell me.

Probably the best place

would be along those cave
entrances on this ridge line.

Space them out 15 minutes
apart while we go in.

Sound good?

Sounds good.

Find Bishop, make our move
when the first strike hits.

Second strike should
hold their attention.

And the last one?

Mass effect.

Let's turn those
caves inside out.

Fuckin' A, kid. Fuckin' A.

Yeah, I'm here.
What do you got?

B1 full payload?
That will do the job.

I will confirm the 9 line
with Bone 0-1 when received.

Roger.

B1 in the air, Colonel.

[Col. Packett] Copy
that. Nice work.

Reaper, this is Playboy.

[over comms] Copy,
Playboy. I'm here.

Okay. Game plan is to use CAS

to strike a set
of cave structures

to the north of the
compound as a diversion.

I need three attacks spaced
approx 15 mikes apart

starting at 1100.

Eleven hundred. Mark that.

First strike, 1100.

[Kinney] [over comms]
Intent for first two attacks

is to hold their attention.

Final attack should
have enough ordnance

to neutralize all
enemy in the caves.

Type three BOC.

November, Victor,
1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5.

Say again, Playboy. Say again.

[Kinney] [over comms]
That's November, Victor,

1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5. Over.

Copy. Eyes on you.

Three strikes. Eleven
hundred. Diversion.

Eleven fifteen, diversion.

Eleven thirty, we're
gonna light that shit up

and blow it to fuck.
Confirm, Playboy.

[battery beeps]

Oh, fuck.

Battery's dead.

We good?

Hope so.

[Reaper] Playboy, confirm?

Lost comms.

[Reaper] Fuck.

All right, we all know the plan.

You both did some
fine work here today.

Get out of here.
- No, no, no, no, no.

We are not going anywhere.

I wasn't asking. You're done.

You're ten hours over
your eight-hour shift.

Okay, Reaper.
Out of the chair.

[Reaper] Eat a bag
of dicks, Hawkins.

Hawkins? It's Andrews.

Come on. Let me get you up.

[Reaper] No.

[Col. Packett] Exit
the chair, Reaper.

There's no fucking
way I'm off this op.

No fucking way. I
got one KIA. One MIA.

And I got two fucking nut jobs

trying to take on an
entire Abu Sayyaf camp.

That leaves one team, i.e. us,
to make sure this whole thing

doesn't go to hell in
a fucking handbasket.

[Col. Packett] You finished?

I'm not finished.
I can keep going.

[Col. Packett] Then I suggest
you think very carefully

about the next words that come
out of your mouth, Captain.

Oh, come on, Virgil. You're
gonna pull rank on me?

You told me I could
have this chair

until the op was done. Go
and watch the basketball.

Sir, with all due respect,

this is Reaper's op. We
should be allowed to...

I don't recall asking your
opinion, Staff Sergeant.

Well, maybe that's
your problem, Colonel.

I would strongly advise
you to not go down

the same rabbit hole
as your partner here.

She did not say a word, Colonel.

[Col. Packett] Mm.

Not a single word.

Exit the chair.

Exit the room, and I
will do my best to forget

this conversation ever happened.

Don't fuck it up, Junior.

You got it.

First strike 1100.
It's just a diversion.

Second strike 11...

[Col. Packett] Captain!

I'm good. I'm good.

[Col. Packett]
You're dismissed.

[tense music playing]

[Sugar] Eyes.

One guy in the tent.

Two guys on the balcony.

What's our time?

Twenty.

This is gonna get ugly.

I need you focused.
Head on a swivel.

If you see something I don't,

you say 'contact
left, contact right.'

Somebody comes from
behind us, you say 'six.'

I'll handle the rest.

[gun cocks]

Only shoot if it's necessary.

We got to keep this quiet
for as long as we can.

For what it's worth, you earned
your tier one status today.

Does that mean I get paid more?

Fuck no. It just
sounds cooler.

You ready?

Nope. You?

Always.

Let's do it.

[suspenseful music playing]

[silenced gunfire]

[Kinney] Okay.

[commentary on TV]

[Armed Militia]
[chattering in Filipino]

[knife unsheathed]

[paper rustles]

[slits throat,
blood splattering]

[commentary continues]

[knife clanks, punches thrown]

[gun fired]

[glass shatters]

Aah!

[items clatter on table]

Fucker.

- [punches thrown]
- [grunts and groans]

[rapid stabbing]

[grunts and groans]

[gun fired]

You good?

Yeah.

Alright.

[Armed Militia]
[shouting in Filipino]

[rapid gunfire]

[Sugar] He's jammed.

Go, go, go, go!

[glass shatters]

[shots fired]

Gun right. Right!

[rapid gunfire]

Move! Move!

On me.
- [Kinney] On you.

Contact left!

[rapid gunfire]

Drop down!

[rapid gunfire continues]

[grunts]

[Kinney] You good?

Fuck!

[rapid gunfire]

[grunts and groans]

[water splashes]

[gun fired]

[panting]

[Sugar groans]

[Kinney groans]

Oh, fuck!

[soft clatter]

[Sugar] Grenade! Get down!

[bomb explodes]

[grunting]

[punch thrown]

[cage door closes]

[Bishop] Hey, Sug.

Bishop.

This your idea of
a rescue mission?

[Sugar pants]

I think I got them
right where I want 'em.

[Bishop] You look like ass.

Hey, how you doing, Bishop?

Talk to me.

[groaning]

Air Force, I think
we're in a bad spot.

Yeah, we're in a bad spot.

Hey!

[pounding cage door]

Hey!

Hey, yo!

[Armed Militia]
[speaking Filipino]

[Kinney] Yo!

Hey, listen to me, man.

They're gonna drop
bombs on these caves.

You understand?

Bombs on these caves.

If we don't get out of
here, we're all gonna die.

You understand?
Bombs on these caves.

[pounding cage door]

Fuck! Stupid fucks!

[chatter in Filipino]

Fuck.

Boeing 0-1, this is Sunburn 0-6.

We're tracking your position.

Be advised ETA to
first drone strike,

two mikes.

All right, let's
fucking rock and roll.

Zoom out 400 meters.

[Sugar] I think they know

I'm not gonna last much longer.

Just... just... just hang
on a second, all right, man?

I'm gonna figure out how
to get us out of here.

I'm already out.

[breathing weakly]

Just get Bishop and get
yourselves out of here. Okay?

Nah, you're good, man.
You're good, you're good.

[Sugar groaning]

Don't fucking touch him!

Or I'll fucking
fucking fuck! Fuck!

Fucking pieces of shit!

Come on!

Get your fucking hands off him!

Fucking coward.

Sugar?

Get your fucking hands off him!

[Armed Militia]
Hashimi, you like that?

[Kinney] Sugar?

[Armed Militia]
[speaking in Filipino]

[Kinney] Oh, fuck.

Sugar?

I'm good.

[gun fired]

[cries]

[Armed Militia]
[speaks in Filipino]

Fuck!

[sobs]

[pounding on cage door]

Welcome to Guantanamo.

Go.

[ground shaking]

[cage door opens]

[on car radio] ♪ It's
just an old condition ♪

♪ It shouldn't last too long ♪

[car radio switched off]

[car engine stops]

[seatbelt unlocks]

[chatter in Filipino]

[groans]

- [kick thrown]
- [grunts]

[distant chatter]

[packet rustles]

[breathing weakly]

You know Japan invaded
these lands in 1941. Hm.

Built these caves with
the intent to stay

but our Moro brothers defeated
them very quickly. Hm.

You know this dam they built...

it was a very forward step.

Was it this blood washed from
the land and into our mouths?

[hammer thuds]

[sword clanks]

But not to me.

We answer to no
one but ourselves.

We were having a
fairly pleasant day.

Blessed by the [indistinct].

Then, how you say?

Someone rains on our parade?

Removed one imperialist...

just to find another.

This is not the conversation
we should be having right now.

No? What should we talk about?

I told you. There's
more bombs on the way.

Ah, I'm not interested
in your faceless bombs.

You see, real results
are created face-to-face,

interactions like what you
and I are doing right here.

[straining]

- [punch thrown]
- [Kinney grunts]

[speaks in Arabic]

[music playing on speaker]

[trolley rolling]

[water splashing]

[gasping for air]

Where are the other
commandos located?

There's no more. It's just us!

[water splashing]

[gasping for air]

Your jets are still in the area.

Someone must be
communicating with them.

We were communicating with them.

Listen, there's more
strikes on the way.

If we don't get out of here,
we're all fucking dust.

No! You are dust!
Fucking dust!

[water splashing]

[gasps for air]

[water splashing]

- [speaks in Arabic]
- [gasping for air]

How does this feel?

To be this scared.

Too weak to do anything
about your own death.

You may think that I do this
without feeling anything.

That is wrong. To
kill affects me.

To embrace the brutality
of this affects me.

And that is the difference
between you and I.

I look a man in the eye,

and I make my choice intimate.

[speaks in Arabic]

The bomb!

[water splashes in slow motion]

Excuse me?

Sir?

I got this thing here.

I don't even know...
I don't even know

if this is something
that exists.

My wife's written it down, so
she might have got it wrong.

It sounds a little crazy, but,
uh, I gotta ask, you know?

Do you have artisanal tree nut
fermented plant-based cashew

and tahini smoked
vegan new cheese.

Is that a thing?

Yeah, right here. Man
after my own heart.

Huh. I would have bet
money against that.

Thank you very much.

All right, let's
fucking rock and roll.

Zoom out 400 meters.
It's fucking showtime.

[intense music playing]

Ready to fire.

- [joystick clicks]
- Bombs away.

Six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

Impact.

[bomb exploding in slow motion]

[Kinney gasps sharply]

[groaning, coughing]

[exit door opens]

[wind whistling]

[drawing deep breaths]

[coughing]

[gun firing empty]

[machete clanks]

[distant grunts]

[action music playing]

[pounding on cage]

[cage door unlocks]

[Kinney] Holy shit.

You JSOC?

Can you walk?

[JSOC Asset] Who are you?

I'm the cavalry.

[tense music playing]

[Hashimi grunting]

Hey! [laughing]

[radio thuds]

[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

- Ah!
- [stabs with machete]

- Fuck!
- [Hashimi grunting]

[rapid punches,
blood splattering]

[panting]

[spits]

Fucking hell, Kinney.

You good?

Yeah, yeah.

Who the fuck's that guy?

The asset... I think.

Come on. We gotta move.

- So soon?
- [Kinney] Let's go.

[Bishop] Which way?

[Kinney] I think it's this
way. Let's keep moving.

Fuck.

[coughing]

- [Kinney] Yeah. Okay. All right.
- [radio beeping]

Okay, okay.

Sit here for a second.
I'll be right back.

Boeing 0-1, this is Sunburn 0-6.

You are inbound to
target. Five mikes.

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms]
Copy incoming. We're hot.

Let me know when I can
cross extend at 7-9-8-4-0.

[Kinney] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- [radio dial beeping]
- Come on.

- [radio pinging]
- Fuck.

Barbeque creepy peanuts.

[all cheering]

Yeah! Come on!

Vegan sour cream.

[sports announcer on TV]

Come on! Yeah!

Plant based feta.

Oh, you motherfucker! Fuck.

[radio dial beeping]

[phone end ringing]

Come on, man. Come on.
Pick up the fucking phone.

[phone ringing]

Get the phone, Sergeant.

[phone ringing continues]

Sergeant!
- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Reaper. I need Reaper.

[Sergeant] [over phone]
Reaper's gone. Try his cell...

[Kinney] [over phone]
Wait, wait. Hold on.

702-166-4200.

[all cheering]

[Kinney] [over phone]
Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!

Hello?

Fuck!

[phone dial beeping]

[phone end ringing]

Come on, man.

I'm looking. I'm looking
at all of the shelves.

All right.

[phone beeping]

Hey, hold on.

[phone beeping]

No, I'm looking at... It
was a number I didn't know.

I'm looking at all the shelves,

but they got real
Mexican, you know?

Cou... but with meat
in it. No, I'm not...

Baby, okay? All right?
It's got meat in it.

Sorry I shouldn't have
used the word real.

[aircraft whirring]

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms]
Sunburn 0-6, this is Boeing 0-1.

Approaching target.

[Kinney] Come on. Move! Move!

Tampon because I wanted
to buy a degradable,

and it holds way more
blood. You know what I mean?

No problem. Just
go right ahead.

Just... what's your problem?

Nothing.

Okay.

[Kinney] [on voicemail]
Reaper, it's Playboy. Abort.

I need you to abort.
Abort the last strike.

I need you to abort the last...!

Fuck!

Call SitComm.

[Computer Voice] I
don't understand.

Call SitComm, for fuck's sake.

[Computer Voice]
Calling SitComm.

[phone ringing]

[Col. Packett] Yes! Come on!

Come on, motherfuckers.
Answer the phone.

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms]
Lining up for the final run.

[switches clicking]

[car speeding]

Come on. Call SitComm.

[Kinney] Come on! Come on!

Motherfucker, answer
the fucking phone.

Come on!

[phone ringing]

[car engine revving]

Come on. Oh, fuck it. Fuck it!

[car horn honking]

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms]
Load 0-1 on final approach.

[Reaper] Come on. Come on!

[car engine revving]

[Kinney] Move!
Move! Right there.

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms]
Time to target 30 seconds.

[car speeding]

Guys! Come on, move!

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms]
- Impact 15 seconds.

Abort the strike!

[Boeing 0-1] [over comms] We
have payload. Ten seconds.

Seven...

six...

five...

three...

two...

one.
- Boeing 0-1, abort!

Boeing 0-1, abort!
Do you copy?

[aircraft passes by]

What are you doing?

- They copy?
- Yeah.

The operator is still
in the target area.

Bullshit.

[Reaper] Zoom in.
Zoom in to the caves

where the strike was gonna be.

[zooming in]

[Nia] There he is. That's
him. That's Playboy.

Sorry, man.

Goddamn, Reaper.

[panting]

[chuckles]

Ooh.

Who are you waving at?

A friend. [panting]

[cheering and shouting]

Fuck!

[door opens]

[celebratory music playing]

[Reaper] Who won the game?

Vols, baby. Elite eight.

That's wonderful,
Colonel, congratulations.

It's an excellent win for you

and the great
state of Tennessee.

That's right.

I just called that phone

five fucking times.
Ringer's off again.

Now it wasn't my pregnant wife.

But it was a
life-or-death situation

for a JTAC operator
in the field.

Our job is communication!

Our priority is protecting
the men and women who serve

this country.

So if you don't mind,

can we get back on
with the fucking job?

[golf club smashes against TV]

[TV thuds to floor]

Hell you think you're doing?

You can take that out of my
active-duty bonuses, Colonel.

[uplifting music playing]

[door opens]

Hey, get some sleep.
See you in the morning.

See you then. Uh...

you don't own a tux, do you?

A tux? I do not own a tux, no.

Wedding is not black tie, right?

No, not black tie.

The wedding party is.

Are you gonna ask me
to be a bridesmaid?

No, Reaper. [chuckles]

I was gonna ask if you want
to walk me down the aisle.

You serious?

Yeah.

Wow.

That would be one of the
greatest privileges of my life.

You know one thing I know...

one hundred percent for sure.

Your dad would be
so proud of you.

Thank you.

So, what are we
going to dance to?

- Dance?
- [Reaper] Yeah.

Oh, no, I have not
thought about that yet.

Okay. Well, you
got to pick a song

and then just
listen to my hands.

I'm gonna listen to your hands?

- Oh, yeah. Yes, you are.
- Oh, okay. Whoa, okay.

- Run this round my back.
- This?

[Reaper] That way, I
know where it's coming.

That's right. There you go.
- [Nia] Okay, what's next?

[Reaper] Come back in and out.

[Nia] Out.

- [Reaper] And back to me.
- [Nia] Okay.

- Yeah. And then out.
- Out.

[Reaper] This time around.
Give me the other hand.

- [Nia] Oh, okay.
- [Reaper] The other hand.

[Nia] Walking
over. Oh, around.

[Reaper] Around my
back. Beautiful.

[Nia] You have done this
many, many times before.

[Reaper] I've had
a few Dosey Does.

Oh, you're pretty good.
You're pretty good.

Any other dances. You
know how to twerk?

To who? To twerk?

[Nia] To twerk.

Uh, no. I don't
know how to twerk.

[Nia] You better get
practicing. Yeah.

["Paint It Blue" by
Charley Crockett]

♪ They say there's
A price on my head ♪

♪ And that I'm
better off dead ♪

♪ But that sheriff Better
keep this in mind ♪

♪ I'll sure be hard to find ♪

[♪]

♪ I give up so much of me ♪

♪ I should probably
be Charging a fee ♪

♪ You say that you don't
Like me, and I'm wrong ♪

♪ I bet you're gonna
love The way I'm gone ♪

[♪]

♪ I ain't too concerned
With my name ♪

♪ 'Cause I know It
won't be on my grave ♪

♪ But I ain't gonna Hang
my head down and cry ♪

♪ 'Cause I know where
I'm going when I die ♪

♪ The bright lights
Shining in this city ♪

♪ Remind me of the time
When she was with me ♪

♪ It's the same old
feeling Nothing new ♪

♪ So I'm fixing
to Paint it blue ♪

♪ Blue ♪

♪ I might be down in
Texas After a while ♪

♪ Or Louisiana in style ♪

♪ But I'll tell you What
I'm really gonna do ♪

♪ I'm fixing to paint it blue ♪

♪ And I'm fixing
To paint it blue ♪

♪ Yes I'm fixing
to Paint it blue ♪

♪ You know I'm fixing
To paint it blue ♪

♪ Lord I'm fixing
To paint it blue ♪

[action, tense music playing]

[music fades out]

[child] Moonbow!

[man laughs]