The Beast of War (1988) - full transcript
During the war in Afghanistan a Soviet tank crew commanded by a tyrannical officer find themselves lost and in a struggle against a band of Mujahadeen guerrillas in the mountains. A unique look at the Soviet 'Vietnam' experience sympathetically told for both sides.
(CHILD SHOUTING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(WOMAN CHATTING IN NATIVE
LANGUAGE)
(GOATS BLEATING)
(CHILDREN GIGGLING)
(DISTANT RUMBLING)
(FIGHTER JET FLYING ABOVE)
(WHISTLING NOISE)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(EXPLOSION)
(SHOUTING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(EXPLOSION)
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
(MUFFLED SCREAMS)
(SHOUTING)
(COUGHING)
(GASPING)
(GUNFIRE)
Spread out! Spread out!
Move it!
MAN: Get your weapon out,
Golikov!
Yo!
DASKAL: Keep your eyes open,
damn it! Kaminski!
Move it!
Over here!
Over here!
Kaminski!
MAN ON RADIO:
T5447, what's your status?
MAN: Just mopping up, sir.
Almost done.
MAN ON RADIO:
Rejoin the column.
All units, rejoin the column.
-I got 'em. I got 'em!
-Did you get those sheep
over there?
Let's say there's
a couple left.
MAN ON RADIO:
T5447, roger six.
MAN: Whoo!
Behind this one building
over there.
Sir, sir!
I got a souvenir for you!
Yeah, yeah. Hey, hey!
Give me the flame thrower.
What you got?
There you go, sir.
-Come to me. Come to me!
Over this way.
-On my way.
-KAMINSKI: Golikov,
come on over here.
-Coming!
Bring that cyanide canister.
Where's the extra satchel?
Bring 'em over here.
KAMINSKI: Molotov!
KAMINSKI: Look out!
There's another one
at your six side!
Oh, my God!
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
I'm burning! Help!
MAN: Right there.
Right there.
Oh, God!
(GUN CLICKS)
(CHUCKLES, MUTTERS)
(GRUNTING)
You owe me one.
DASKAL: Get him over here.
Come on. Get his arm.
Come on! Come on!
Move it!
You son of a bitch!
You're dead!
(ANGRY GRUNTING)
Put him under the track.
KAMINSKI:
Get your feet under there.
Do you want me to kick him?
You think you can kill
my fucking friends
and get away with it?
Koverchenko,
mount and crank it up.
We're gonna squash you
like a grape.
Ask him where
the other rebels are.
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
What did he say?
He does not know, sir.
(YELLING)
Tell 'em to stop!
(GUNFIRE)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
Bitch!
(SPITS)
Sir, these women...
These women, sir,
they humbly beg you
for the prisoner, sir.
(SHERINA SHOUTING)
You tell them to watch
what happens to rebels.
(SHERINA SHOUTING)
Do it, Koverchenko.
(GEARS SHIFTING)
Forward!
(CRYING)
Forward!
KOVERCHENKO ON RADIO:
Directions, sir?
DASKAL: Right fork.
-What?
-Right fork.
Sir, you sure?
Driver, I said right fork.
Do you copy?
Yes, sir.
MAN 2 ON RADIO:
T5447, do you copy?
T5447, do you copy?
What's your position?
-Why can't they hear us?
-T5447, do you copy?
T5447, do you copy?
T5447?
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(MAN SHOUTS)
(WAILING)
Hasaad.
Hasaad!
Hasaad!
(WEEPING)
Hasaad.
(SHOUTING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(BABY CRYING)
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
(MAN SHOUTING)
Sherina. Sherina.
Run!
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOT)
(MAN SHOUTING)
Salaam, Moustafa.
(CRYING)
Shahzaman.
MAN: Come in, base.
T5447.
-Haven't seen 'em
since the village.
-I can't seem to raise them.
Hey!
Come on!
Sir!
Sir?
Where the hell are we?
I don't know, sir.
-How do we get
to the Kandahar Road?
-I'm not sure, sir.
The Molotov took our radio
out. We get reception,
but no transmission, sir.
Those hills must be here.
Kandahar Road
must be on the other side
of those hills, right?
I'm not sure, sir.
The garrison grid coordinates
are 31 degrees latitude...
Samad, you're relieved
of your post.
-Give the log book
to Koverchenko.
-For what reason, sir?
Incompetence.
Record it, Koverchenko.
-Then what is my
function, sir?
-None.
-Give yourself a battlefield
commendation, Koverchenko.
-For what, sir?
Trying to save
those tankers.
-Check this side out,
Kaminski.
-To your post!
Hey, where are you?
Just say, "Yes, sir"
and keep out of his way.
Okay.
Why did that rebel we ran over
laugh at me?
He wasn't laughing at you.
He was happy.
Such men believe
if they die in a holy war,
they will go to paradise.
You believe that?
After university,
I'm not sure what I believe.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
I need a woman!
-Maybe you'll find another
sheep.
-Maybe I will.
DASKAL: Kaminski,
turn that music off.
Golikov put it on, sir.
Shit!
Come here for a second.
I got something to show you.
Driver, back it up!
(GUNSHOTS)
Troops on the ridge!
Turret power!
Range: 3-0-0!
(GUNSHOTS)
-At my command!
-What's around?
What's around?
Get it out of here!
-Ready to roll.
-Driver, forward.
Go, go, go!
Frag!
Head's up, Samad.
Traversing!
(GRUNTS)
Up!
Fire!
On the way.
Ohh!
(ALL SHOUTING)
Moustafa!
Moustafa!
Moustafa!
(COCKS GUN)
(GUNSHOT)
(SHOUTS WARNING)
(GAGGING)
(MOANS)
Only one drank the water,
God damn it! Samad!
I told you to throw
that canister far away.
They found it!
At my command,
gunner, frag.
Come on. Move, move.
Move it!
Frag is up.
Fire.
On the way.
(CLICKS)
Misfire.
Go to manual.
Misfire.
Out of the tank!
-What happened?
-Misfire.
KAMINSKI: It's gonna blow.
I know it's gonna blow.
The shell looked okay
to me.
-Samad.
-Yes, sir.
Did you touch
that shell?
Yes, sir.
I just handed it.
I handed it to Golikov,
sir, that's all.
Misfires happen, sir.
One in every hundred rounds.
Cook-off.
It's the loader's
responsibility to unload.
-Golikov.
-Sir.
Sir, I've never handled
a cook-off before.
I will do it, sir.
He doesn't know
what he's doing, sir.
Let me go in there.
All right. Kaminski.
Sir?
Pinpoint the mujas.
Yes, sir.
-Don't take your eyes
off of them.
-Yes, sir.
-Koverchenko.
-Golikov.
(DASKAL WHISPERING)
(METAL CLANGING)
Sir, maybe I
oughta do this.
What if something happens?
Then Kaminski will have
his first command.
Just tell me one thing,
Koverchenko.
Why do you stick up
for the Afghan?
'Cause he's doing
the best he can, sir.
That's what worries me.
(GASPS)
You've got what it takes,
Koverchenko. I've seen it.
Just keep your head on
straight.
SAMAD: Why don't we just turn
and fight the rebels?
'Cause they could put
a fuckin' hole right
through us with that RPG.
Come on. Go, go.
(WHISPERING)
Come on. Come on.
What the hell happened?
They're gone, sir.
Lucky bastards don't know
Samad just saved their lives.
I didn't do anything.
Booby-trap that round.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
Driver, crank it up.
(TANK ENGINE STARTS)
DASKAL: Get us out of here,
Koverchenko.
Moving tank.
(MEN TALKING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(COUGHING)
(BARKING)
(WOMAN SHOUTING)
(HOWLING)
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(CHATTERING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CHANTING)
Build a fire, sir?
Oh, I'm sure you lost those
muja, fuck, sir.
Tend to the track,
Kaminski.
You got it, sir.
Oh, God.
Let me hit that thing.
It is called
pakhtunali.
It's the code of honor.
Pakhtunali.
Three obligations.
First, milmastia, hospitality.
Milmastia.
Second, badal, revenge.
Badal.
Third, nanawatai,
the obligation
to give, um, sanctuary
to all those who ask.
To all?
All.
Even the enemy?
All.
What if I kill your brother,
and you come for badal,
revenge,
and I ask for, uh,
nanawatai?
Then I would be obligated
to feed, clothe and
protect you.
That's incredibly civilized.
What is it, nanawatai?
Nana-watai.
Nana-watai.
Bread?
Koor wadan.
(CHUCKLES)
KAMINSKI: Smells like...
(MUTTERS)
When we get back,
you gotta transfer
out of this tank.
I will win his respect
in time.
Listen to me. When the
old man gets on your back,
there's no way to shake
him off.
My dear Konstantin,
I regard this abuse
as the price I must pay
to learn.
I love Afghanistan,
but we are a flea
in the tail of a bear.
We must join the 20th century.
And when Afghans
accept that,
I will be there,
knowing technology
and Russian.
So you're a patriot?
Yes.
Well, so was that rebel.
He wanted to keep things
the way they've always been.
I wish I believed
in something that much.
I envy him.
Then why did you crush him?
Because I had no choice.
-You always have a choice.
-Give it, Kaminski!
You never told me
she sent you nudes
of herself.
Give it to me, Kaminski.
Whoa, she's got
that nympho look.
Well, I got the half I want.
(CHUCKLES)
(GOLIKOV GRUNTING)
(KAMINSKI CACKLING)
Ah, you son of a bitch!
Back off me!
Okay. Okay. Huh?
-DASKAL:
What the hell is going on?
-Nothing, sir.
Thanks, Konstantin.
What is this?
Brake fluid?
No wonder they don't work.
Keeps me steady
on the guns, sir.
I filter it through bread, you
know, to get out all the shit.
And then I put in raisins and
sugar and I put it out in
the sun.
And it ferments in a couple
days and gets a pretty
good kick.
(GRUNTS)
Write him up, sir?
Get over here.
For one mistake?
He's the best gunner in
the division. Omit it.
It's already done, sir,
in ink.
You know, you better watch
your ass from now on,
Koverchenko.
Sometimes Afghan snipers
pick off tank drivers.
Sometimes tank drivers
pick them off first, Kaminski.
Really?
Grenade!
(GUNFIRE)
Get down!
Where are they?
Grenade!
-(SCREAMING)
-Are you all right,
Golikov?
-Open the hatch!
-I'm gettin' fucking
slaughtered down here!
KOVERCHENKO:
Open the hatch!
GOLIKOV:
I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!
-Inside!
-Get inside.
Get in the tank.
Hurry up!
DASKAL: Koverchenko, get us
the hell outta here!
GOLIKOV: Hurry up!
We've got a fire on top!
I'm dying!
I can't see!
I'm dying!
Hard right!
DASKAL: Gunner, traverse
right 180!
I'm dying!
Samad, extinguisher!
Traversing!
I can't see through
the fire, sir!
DASKAL: Gunner, identify!
We have a fire on our
campsite!
(MEN YELLING IN ARABIC)
(AFGHANI REBELS TALKING)
(MUMBLED WHISPER)
They must have camels or
something.
That's gotta be how they're
keeping up.
I can't believe how bad
they want this tank.
They just keep coming...
Shut up.
How much longer are
we gonna stay here, sir?
Until first light, when we can
see where we're going.
-Crank the head, sir?
-No.
Sir, I have to take a piss.
Hold it.
Do you have any water, Samad?
All the canteens were left
behind.
All the rations, too.
Great.
Your pals will feast tonight.
We don't need food and water.
We're safe in here.
My tanks have been hit
by everything.
In Mongolia once,
RPG.
Direct hit.
Commander, gunner, and turret
went flying.
(CHUCKLING)
I drove the rest of the tank
back to our lines.
These tanks today are better.
Much better.
Sir, I don't think I can hold
it much longer.
Sir! Sir!
-How many?
-Twenty, 25, I don't know.
They're all around us.
Battle stations.
Wait a minute, I don't think
they see us.
By the way they're moving,
I don't think they see us.
Sir, they're in effective
RPG range.
Wait a minute, wait a...
Troops, frag.
Frag is up, sir.
-Identify.
-I can't identify, sir.
It's too dark.
Go to IR.
IR is busted!
They're all around us, sir.
Standby to traverse left, 360.
All weapons, fire at
my command.
-Traverse.
-Fire!
(HEAVY ARTILLERY FIRE)
(SHOUTING)
Cease fire! Cease fire!
All dead, sir.
-Samad.
-Sir?
Go verify.
-Move it!
-Yes, sir.
(GUN COCKING)
(GRUNTS
(GUNFIRE)
Kaminski, stand down.
Koverchenko, get on the COIN.
Set Samad in your sights.
What?
Take him now, he's a traitor.
Are you insane?
Your insubordination has
gotten you demoted from
intelligence, to rescue
operations, to this tank.
Your next stop is prison.
With a record like that,
I wouldn't disobey
another order.
Take Samad, now.
No.
How many dead?
It's deer, sir.
It's a herd of deer!
We're leaking oil, sir.
DASKAL: Raise the snorkel and
seal the cannon.
Did we run out of water, sir?
There are rebels behind us,
and they're following
our tracks.
Samad, stop it.
I'm in my prayers, sir.
Get up.
Sir.
If I'm able to reconcile
dialectical material as a man
to Allah,
isn't that my business?
Why do you not trust
me, sir?
You know I'm a member
of the party.
My son is in the cultural
exchange in Moscow, sir.
Do you think I would
compromise my son?
I said, get up.
See how deep the river is.
How, sir?
Walk in it.
You don't need that.
(ZIPPER BEING PULLED UP)
Like ice, sir.
I didn't ask for
the temperature.
Is the bottom mud or stone?
Stone.
(GUNSHOT)
No!
Why?
I said, why!
Shut up!
What are you doing?
Recording this, sir.
Write yourself up!
Because this time your
insubordination is going to
get you a court martial.
So will killing your
own men, sir!
If you were commander, you
would have done the
same thing.
Samad was waiting for his
chance to deliver this tank
to the enemy.
I was too smart for him.
And I didn't study philosophy.
You know, I read your dossier,
Mr. Intellectual.
What would you say your record
says about you?
That I think for myself.
You think for yourself.
When I was eight years old,
defending Stalingrad, I didn't
think for myself.
When the motherland asked for
our lives, we gave.
My father didn't think of
himself, he gave.
My mother didn't think of
herself, she gave!
My brother didn't think of
himself, he gave!
My comrades tied a rope around
my waist
and lowered me on top of
Nazi tanks.
I stuffed Molotovs under,
under turret and cannon and,
and...
And they pulled me up again!
Eight years old!
They called me Tank Boy.
I took a lot of Nazi tanks.
A lot.
And over the years, I've
learned to smell a traitor.
How bad is it?
You mean the tank?
Konstantin, do you think
he snapped, huh?
Hey, hey.
What are you doing?
-What?
-You wanna be next?
Do not be seen talking to
this asshole.
How much further can we go?
Not far enough.
We should just ditch
this bitch.
Dismantle the dodge gun and
fucking walk to Kandahar.
What are you whispering about?
Kaminski had an interesting
idea, sir.
Ditching the tank and
walking back.
He's a fucking liar, sir.
As a man who thinks for
himself, Koverchenko, what
do you think of that idea?
Well, sir.
The rear wheel is cracked.
Kaminski drank our brakes.
We're low on petrol.
The battery's low.
We're losing oil.
If the engine heats up, it's
going to seize.
Train? Obviously against us.
We have no rations.
The mujas behind us don't seem
to run on rations, petrol, or
anything we know of.
And, they have an RPG.
Their aim is getting
better, sir.
You admire them, don't you?
Well, they got us on the run,
don't they?
Well, what do you suggest?
Surrender?
Clearly, sir, that's a direct
violation of Soviet
military law.
You're all for it, aren't you?
That's mutiny, Koverchenko.
Try it!
Kaminski, get his weapon.
Cover him.
Yes, sir.
Golikov, get some rope.
Golikov!
Now!
Tie him to that rock!
I'll haunt you, Kaminski!
I'll be your worst nightmare!
Shut up.
You hear me?
You're an idiot!
KAMINSKI:
I can't believe this.
Just hold still, asshole.
Kaminski, what are we doing?
You shut up!
He fucking stepped in this
one himself.
You're a fucking lackey.
Fuck.
Get the log book!
Yes, sir.
He doesn't have it, sir. He
must have left it in the tank.
Booby trap him.
Yes, sir.
Twisted insanity.
Don't be an idiot.
Don't move.
You need anything...
just nod.
Konstantin, I'm sorry.
Anthony...
Anthony, you're next.
You go back to that tank and
blow his brains out. Come
back and untie me.
-Golikov!
-You're next.
-I can't.
-You hear me, Anthony?
-Golikov!
-Anthony.
Don't leave me here, Anthony.
-Anthony, don't leave me.
-I can't!
Untie me, Anthony!
Ha, good soldier, Anthony.
You gonna be counted on
when they ask you to shoot
your mother?
Golikov! God damn it!
Anthony. Gol...
Golikov!
Don't leave me here,
you coward!
Golikov, you fuck!
Arg, Golikov!
I think you did the right
thing, sir.
I appreciate that, Kaminski.
And I think I speak for all of
us when I say that.
What he wrote in here could
close doors for the rest of
your lives.
I don't know why you didn't
just kill him, sir.
I was trying to buy us
some time.
Whew.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Tank's roomier now, sir.
(YELPING)
(GROWLING)
(EXPLOSION)
There it is!
Kandahar Road!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Ahhh! Haha!
Sir! We're almost out of
petrol, sir.
Make it to the road.
Yes, sir.
-Yeah!
-Stop tank!
-What?
-Stop tank!
Stop tank!
I'm sure I can make it,
it's only...
(WOMEN CHATTERING)
Wait...
(WOMEN YELLING)
Ow!
Stop! Stop!
Ah! Jesus!
Please stop!
Stop!
Nanawatai!
(GUNSHOT)
(REBELS YELLING)
Nanawatai.
Nanawatai.
Nanawatai.
No, don't.
No!
Nanawatai.
It's a RPG.
-RPG.
-Yeah.
It's kaput.
Kaput.
Fix?
Fix. Fix.
I fix.
-Kaput.
-Kaput?
Enfield?
Enfield?
I need Enfield to fix the RPG.
(REBELS MURMURING)
Kaboom.
(ALL REBELS)
Kaboom!
-Kaboom.
-Exactly.
(MAKING MOTOR NOISES)
It's a tank.
-Tank?
-Yeah, tank.
Tank.
RPG.
Kaboom.
Tank.
Yeah.
RPG kaboom tank.
Ta.
RPG.
Kaboom.
Tank.
Ta kaboom tank.
Yeah, I'll kaboom tank.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Hey! Hey!
Whoo-hoo!
Hey, hey, hey!
(LAUGHING)
Hey!
Come on, man!
Come on! Get your stuff!
Let's go!
Woo!
Hey, you guys!
Where'd you guys come from?
It's beautiful!
Oh, my God!
(LAUGHING)
Looks like it's
your lucky day.
If we hadn't been looking
for water, we'd have never
found you guys.
Boy are we glad you did!
Go ahead and climb aboard.
I'll call in for a strike on
the tank.
Nobody wastes my tank.
Ya ha-ha!
Whoa! Ha-ha! Yeah!
Okay!
Get back in the tank.
What for?
Because I said so.
We're going home, sir.
Yes.
In the tank.
Why can't we go home in
the fucking helicopter?
Because you're tankers.
Yeah, and you're also in
a cul-de-sac.
There's only one way out of
this valley.
Back through that pass you
came through.
We'll get back the same
way we got in.
-Hey, listen. You got any
extra water?
-No.
You two.
Load the extra fuel on
to the tank.
Radio for some more fuel
to meet us at the pass.
Jesus, what an asshole.
What are we doing?
Why don't we make
a run for it?
Are you fucking crazy?
He'd shoot us right out
of the sky.
(SAYS ARABIC WORD)
What? What?
Tank.
Yeah, I know.
-What?
-Tank.
Tank.
Tank.
(MAKING MOTOR NOISES)
(REBELS LAUGHING)
It's a dead end.
It's a dead end.
The pass? He's going to
the pass.
But why? Why's he going to the
pass? Why didn't he get in
the helicopter?
Bastard won't leave his tank.
Fucking bastard won't leave
his tank.
Tank!
Tank!
He's gone.
He's gone.
Mountain.
Tank.
Mountains.
(MAKING MOTOR NOISES)
Into the mountains.
He has to go around.
He's got to go around to get
to the pass.
Tank.
Tank!
You know a shortcut?
You know a shortcut!
Tank!
I understand. I understand!
Konstantin.
Konstantin.
Konstantin.
Konstantin?
Konstantin!
-Yes.
-Hi, Konstantin.
Khan.
Sir, the engine's hot.
Maintain 20 kilometers
an hour.
Sir, the radiator needs water.
Keep going.
God damn it, sir. The engine's
gonna seize up!
Keep going.
The water hole's not far.
You think they radioed back?
Of course they did.
I hate this fucking country.
Fill the radiator.
Kaminski!
Golikov!
Battle stations!
Mujahideen,
4,000 meters!
Crank it up!
Approaching left!
Come on, man.
Come on, come on.
Give me power to the turret!
Shit! I can't, sir!
She won't start!
Go to master battery!
Shit! The battery's dead, sir!
(HEAVY MACHINE GUN FIRE)
Get us out of here!
I'm trying, sir!
It's overheating!
Manual traverse left!
Gunner!
Frag!
We're out of frags, sir!
Anything!
I got it heating up!
-Damn it.
-Come on!
On the ready!
Spread out!
Spread out!
Fuck!
On the ready!
They're in RPG range, sir!
Come on!
I got it, sir!
(REBELS CHEERING)
Khan! Khan!
Kaput! Now!
Now!
(EXPLOSION)
No! This way.
This way!
Shit!
Get down! We're too high!
Too high!
Come on you son of a bitch,
come on!
I can't get elevation,
he knows it.
You're mine!
Keep 'em coming!
Last round, sir!
Reload!
We're out!
She's burning up, sir!
Make it to the pass, Kaminski!
(YELLS)
Hurry!
Down!
Now! Now!
Sir!
Rocket!
I need the rocket!
Khan!
Rocket!
Throw!
Throw!
Sir! The pass is directly
ahead!
100 meters!
Faster, Kaminski!
Yes, sir!
Badal.
It only hit the muzzle!
(LAUGHING)
We made it, sir!
We made it!
(SCREAMING)
Grenade!
We're off the track, sir.
Oh, God.
Make a run for it, sir?
No.
Ground troops are coming.
We're safe in here.
(SCREAMING)
Hold it!
Tank Boy!
I said, Tank Boy!
-Huh?
-I got something for you
Tank Boy!
Koverchenko!
(LAUGHING)
Kind of hot in there,
huh, Tank Boy!
Sir, they got us!
Oh, shit!
We gotta go up!
We're gonna die in here!
KOVERCHENKO: Tank Boy!
(COUGHING)
I want you, Tank Boy!
Ah! Shit!
(REBEL YELLING)
You know our standing orders?
What?
Out of commission,
become a pillbox.
Out of ammo, become a bunker.
Out of time, become heroes.
You must be out of your
fucking mind.
Now, together.
(YELLING)
(MEN FIGHTING)
Get the pin!
(DASKAL YELLING)
We're gonna die in here!
Golikov.
You son of a bitch!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Son of a bitch, get out!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Take, take, take the knife.
Konstantin, I didn't want to
leave you out there.
Just, just take Daskal and let
us go.
Please don't let them kill me,
Konstantin, please.
Get up.
(GOLIKOV WHIMPERING)
Khan.
Tank kaput.
Tank kaput.
Nanawatai.
Okay, okay.
Take the boots.
Okay, take the helmet.
Yeah, take the helmet.
Okay, okay. Take the boots.
Sorry, sir.
Not much of a war.
No Stalingrad.
How is it that we're the Nazis
this time?
How is it?
I'm trying to be a good
soldier.
But you can't be a good
soldier in a rotten war, sir.
I want you to live,
to see them win.
Go.
I said, go!
(SPITTING)
(WOMEN YELLING)
Badal! Badal!
Afghanistan.
I don't understand you.
Konstantin.
Pass.
Konstantin!
Konstantin!
Konstantin!
Konstantin!
(DOGS BARKING)
(WOMAN CHATTING IN NATIVE
LANGUAGE)
(GOATS BLEATING)
(CHILDREN GIGGLING)
(DISTANT RUMBLING)
(FIGHTER JET FLYING ABOVE)
(WHISTLING NOISE)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(EXPLOSION)
(SHOUTING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(EXPLOSION)
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
(MUFFLED SCREAMS)
(SHOUTING)
(COUGHING)
(GASPING)
(GUNFIRE)
Spread out! Spread out!
Move it!
MAN: Get your weapon out,
Golikov!
Yo!
DASKAL: Keep your eyes open,
damn it! Kaminski!
Move it!
Over here!
Over here!
Kaminski!
MAN ON RADIO:
T5447, what's your status?
MAN: Just mopping up, sir.
Almost done.
MAN ON RADIO:
Rejoin the column.
All units, rejoin the column.
-I got 'em. I got 'em!
-Did you get those sheep
over there?
Let's say there's
a couple left.
MAN ON RADIO:
T5447, roger six.
MAN: Whoo!
Behind this one building
over there.
Sir, sir!
I got a souvenir for you!
Yeah, yeah. Hey, hey!
Give me the flame thrower.
What you got?
There you go, sir.
-Come to me. Come to me!
Over this way.
-On my way.
-KAMINSKI: Golikov,
come on over here.
-Coming!
Bring that cyanide canister.
Where's the extra satchel?
Bring 'em over here.
KAMINSKI: Molotov!
KAMINSKI: Look out!
There's another one
at your six side!
Oh, my God!
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
I'm burning! Help!
MAN: Right there.
Right there.
Oh, God!
(GUN CLICKS)
(CHUCKLES, MUTTERS)
(GRUNTING)
You owe me one.
DASKAL: Get him over here.
Come on. Get his arm.
Come on! Come on!
Move it!
You son of a bitch!
You're dead!
(ANGRY GRUNTING)
Put him under the track.
KAMINSKI:
Get your feet under there.
Do you want me to kick him?
You think you can kill
my fucking friends
and get away with it?
Koverchenko,
mount and crank it up.
We're gonna squash you
like a grape.
Ask him where
the other rebels are.
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
What did he say?
He does not know, sir.
(YELLING)
Tell 'em to stop!
(GUNFIRE)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
Bitch!
(SPITS)
Sir, these women...
These women, sir,
they humbly beg you
for the prisoner, sir.
(SHERINA SHOUTING)
You tell them to watch
what happens to rebels.
(SHERINA SHOUTING)
Do it, Koverchenko.
(GEARS SHIFTING)
Forward!
(CRYING)
Forward!
KOVERCHENKO ON RADIO:
Directions, sir?
DASKAL: Right fork.
-What?
-Right fork.
Sir, you sure?
Driver, I said right fork.
Do you copy?
Yes, sir.
MAN 2 ON RADIO:
T5447, do you copy?
T5447, do you copy?
What's your position?
-Why can't they hear us?
-T5447, do you copy?
T5447, do you copy?
T5447?
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(MAN SHOUTS)
(WAILING)
Hasaad.
Hasaad!
Hasaad!
(WEEPING)
Hasaad.
(SHOUTING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(BABY CRYING)
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
(MAN SHOUTING)
Sherina. Sherina.
Run!
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOT)
(MAN SHOUTING)
Salaam, Moustafa.
(CRYING)
Shahzaman.
MAN: Come in, base.
T5447.
-Haven't seen 'em
since the village.
-I can't seem to raise them.
Hey!
Come on!
Sir!
Sir?
Where the hell are we?
I don't know, sir.
-How do we get
to the Kandahar Road?
-I'm not sure, sir.
The Molotov took our radio
out. We get reception,
but no transmission, sir.
Those hills must be here.
Kandahar Road
must be on the other side
of those hills, right?
I'm not sure, sir.
The garrison grid coordinates
are 31 degrees latitude...
Samad, you're relieved
of your post.
-Give the log book
to Koverchenko.
-For what reason, sir?
Incompetence.
Record it, Koverchenko.
-Then what is my
function, sir?
-None.
-Give yourself a battlefield
commendation, Koverchenko.
-For what, sir?
Trying to save
those tankers.
-Check this side out,
Kaminski.
-To your post!
Hey, where are you?
Just say, "Yes, sir"
and keep out of his way.
Okay.
Why did that rebel we ran over
laugh at me?
He wasn't laughing at you.
He was happy.
Such men believe
if they die in a holy war,
they will go to paradise.
You believe that?
After university,
I'm not sure what I believe.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
I need a woman!
-Maybe you'll find another
sheep.
-Maybe I will.
DASKAL: Kaminski,
turn that music off.
Golikov put it on, sir.
Shit!
Come here for a second.
I got something to show you.
Driver, back it up!
(GUNSHOTS)
Troops on the ridge!
Turret power!
Range: 3-0-0!
(GUNSHOTS)
-At my command!
-What's around?
What's around?
Get it out of here!
-Ready to roll.
-Driver, forward.
Go, go, go!
Frag!
Head's up, Samad.
Traversing!
(GRUNTS)
Up!
Fire!
On the way.
Ohh!
(ALL SHOUTING)
Moustafa!
Moustafa!
Moustafa!
(COCKS GUN)
(GUNSHOT)
(SHOUTS WARNING)
(GAGGING)
(MOANS)
Only one drank the water,
God damn it! Samad!
I told you to throw
that canister far away.
They found it!
At my command,
gunner, frag.
Come on. Move, move.
Move it!
Frag is up.
Fire.
On the way.
(CLICKS)
Misfire.
Go to manual.
Misfire.
Out of the tank!
-What happened?
-Misfire.
KAMINSKI: It's gonna blow.
I know it's gonna blow.
The shell looked okay
to me.
-Samad.
-Yes, sir.
Did you touch
that shell?
Yes, sir.
I just handed it.
I handed it to Golikov,
sir, that's all.
Misfires happen, sir.
One in every hundred rounds.
Cook-off.
It's the loader's
responsibility to unload.
-Golikov.
-Sir.
Sir, I've never handled
a cook-off before.
I will do it, sir.
He doesn't know
what he's doing, sir.
Let me go in there.
All right. Kaminski.
Sir?
Pinpoint the mujas.
Yes, sir.
-Don't take your eyes
off of them.
-Yes, sir.
-Koverchenko.
-Golikov.
(DASKAL WHISPERING)
(METAL CLANGING)
Sir, maybe I
oughta do this.
What if something happens?
Then Kaminski will have
his first command.
Just tell me one thing,
Koverchenko.
Why do you stick up
for the Afghan?
'Cause he's doing
the best he can, sir.
That's what worries me.
(GASPS)
You've got what it takes,
Koverchenko. I've seen it.
Just keep your head on
straight.
SAMAD: Why don't we just turn
and fight the rebels?
'Cause they could put
a fuckin' hole right
through us with that RPG.
Come on. Go, go.
(WHISPERING)
Come on. Come on.
What the hell happened?
They're gone, sir.
Lucky bastards don't know
Samad just saved their lives.
I didn't do anything.
Booby-trap that round.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
Driver, crank it up.
(TANK ENGINE STARTS)
DASKAL: Get us out of here,
Koverchenko.
Moving tank.
(MEN TALKING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(COUGHING)
(BARKING)
(WOMAN SHOUTING)
(HOWLING)
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(CHATTERING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CHANTING)
Build a fire, sir?
Oh, I'm sure you lost those
muja, fuck, sir.
Tend to the track,
Kaminski.
You got it, sir.
Oh, God.
Let me hit that thing.
It is called
pakhtunali.
It's the code of honor.
Pakhtunali.
Three obligations.
First, milmastia, hospitality.
Milmastia.
Second, badal, revenge.
Badal.
Third, nanawatai,
the obligation
to give, um, sanctuary
to all those who ask.
To all?
All.
Even the enemy?
All.
What if I kill your brother,
and you come for badal,
revenge,
and I ask for, uh,
nanawatai?
Then I would be obligated
to feed, clothe and
protect you.
That's incredibly civilized.
What is it, nanawatai?
Nana-watai.
Nana-watai.
Bread?
Koor wadan.
(CHUCKLES)
KAMINSKI: Smells like...
(MUTTERS)
When we get back,
you gotta transfer
out of this tank.
I will win his respect
in time.
Listen to me. When the
old man gets on your back,
there's no way to shake
him off.
My dear Konstantin,
I regard this abuse
as the price I must pay
to learn.
I love Afghanistan,
but we are a flea
in the tail of a bear.
We must join the 20th century.
And when Afghans
accept that,
I will be there,
knowing technology
and Russian.
So you're a patriot?
Yes.
Well, so was that rebel.
He wanted to keep things
the way they've always been.
I wish I believed
in something that much.
I envy him.
Then why did you crush him?
Because I had no choice.
-You always have a choice.
-Give it, Kaminski!
You never told me
she sent you nudes
of herself.
Give it to me, Kaminski.
Whoa, she's got
that nympho look.
Well, I got the half I want.
(CHUCKLES)
(GOLIKOV GRUNTING)
(KAMINSKI CACKLING)
Ah, you son of a bitch!
Back off me!
Okay. Okay. Huh?
-DASKAL:
What the hell is going on?
-Nothing, sir.
Thanks, Konstantin.
What is this?
Brake fluid?
No wonder they don't work.
Keeps me steady
on the guns, sir.
I filter it through bread, you
know, to get out all the shit.
And then I put in raisins and
sugar and I put it out in
the sun.
And it ferments in a couple
days and gets a pretty
good kick.
(GRUNTS)
Write him up, sir?
Get over here.
For one mistake?
He's the best gunner in
the division. Omit it.
It's already done, sir,
in ink.
You know, you better watch
your ass from now on,
Koverchenko.
Sometimes Afghan snipers
pick off tank drivers.
Sometimes tank drivers
pick them off first, Kaminski.
Really?
Grenade!
(GUNFIRE)
Get down!
Where are they?
Grenade!
-(SCREAMING)
-Are you all right,
Golikov?
-Open the hatch!
-I'm gettin' fucking
slaughtered down here!
KOVERCHENKO:
Open the hatch!
GOLIKOV:
I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!
-Inside!
-Get inside.
Get in the tank.
Hurry up!
DASKAL: Koverchenko, get us
the hell outta here!
GOLIKOV: Hurry up!
We've got a fire on top!
I'm dying!
I can't see!
I'm dying!
Hard right!
DASKAL: Gunner, traverse
right 180!
I'm dying!
Samad, extinguisher!
Traversing!
I can't see through
the fire, sir!
DASKAL: Gunner, identify!
We have a fire on our
campsite!
(MEN YELLING IN ARABIC)
(AFGHANI REBELS TALKING)
(MUMBLED WHISPER)
They must have camels or
something.
That's gotta be how they're
keeping up.
I can't believe how bad
they want this tank.
They just keep coming...
Shut up.
How much longer are
we gonna stay here, sir?
Until first light, when we can
see where we're going.
-Crank the head, sir?
-No.
Sir, I have to take a piss.
Hold it.
Do you have any water, Samad?
All the canteens were left
behind.
All the rations, too.
Great.
Your pals will feast tonight.
We don't need food and water.
We're safe in here.
My tanks have been hit
by everything.
In Mongolia once,
RPG.
Direct hit.
Commander, gunner, and turret
went flying.
(CHUCKLING)
I drove the rest of the tank
back to our lines.
These tanks today are better.
Much better.
Sir, I don't think I can hold
it much longer.
Sir! Sir!
-How many?
-Twenty, 25, I don't know.
They're all around us.
Battle stations.
Wait a minute, I don't think
they see us.
By the way they're moving,
I don't think they see us.
Sir, they're in effective
RPG range.
Wait a minute, wait a...
Troops, frag.
Frag is up, sir.
-Identify.
-I can't identify, sir.
It's too dark.
Go to IR.
IR is busted!
They're all around us, sir.
Standby to traverse left, 360.
All weapons, fire at
my command.
-Traverse.
-Fire!
(HEAVY ARTILLERY FIRE)
(SHOUTING)
Cease fire! Cease fire!
All dead, sir.
-Samad.
-Sir?
Go verify.
-Move it!
-Yes, sir.
(GUN COCKING)
(GRUNTS
(GUNFIRE)
Kaminski, stand down.
Koverchenko, get on the COIN.
Set Samad in your sights.
What?
Take him now, he's a traitor.
Are you insane?
Your insubordination has
gotten you demoted from
intelligence, to rescue
operations, to this tank.
Your next stop is prison.
With a record like that,
I wouldn't disobey
another order.
Take Samad, now.
No.
How many dead?
It's deer, sir.
It's a herd of deer!
We're leaking oil, sir.
DASKAL: Raise the snorkel and
seal the cannon.
Did we run out of water, sir?
There are rebels behind us,
and they're following
our tracks.
Samad, stop it.
I'm in my prayers, sir.
Get up.
Sir.
If I'm able to reconcile
dialectical material as a man
to Allah,
isn't that my business?
Why do you not trust
me, sir?
You know I'm a member
of the party.
My son is in the cultural
exchange in Moscow, sir.
Do you think I would
compromise my son?
I said, get up.
See how deep the river is.
How, sir?
Walk in it.
You don't need that.
(ZIPPER BEING PULLED UP)
Like ice, sir.
I didn't ask for
the temperature.
Is the bottom mud or stone?
Stone.
(GUNSHOT)
No!
Why?
I said, why!
Shut up!
What are you doing?
Recording this, sir.
Write yourself up!
Because this time your
insubordination is going to
get you a court martial.
So will killing your
own men, sir!
If you were commander, you
would have done the
same thing.
Samad was waiting for his
chance to deliver this tank
to the enemy.
I was too smart for him.
And I didn't study philosophy.
You know, I read your dossier,
Mr. Intellectual.
What would you say your record
says about you?
That I think for myself.
You think for yourself.
When I was eight years old,
defending Stalingrad, I didn't
think for myself.
When the motherland asked for
our lives, we gave.
My father didn't think of
himself, he gave.
My mother didn't think of
herself, she gave!
My brother didn't think of
himself, he gave!
My comrades tied a rope around
my waist
and lowered me on top of
Nazi tanks.
I stuffed Molotovs under,
under turret and cannon and,
and...
And they pulled me up again!
Eight years old!
They called me Tank Boy.
I took a lot of Nazi tanks.
A lot.
And over the years, I've
learned to smell a traitor.
How bad is it?
You mean the tank?
Konstantin, do you think
he snapped, huh?
Hey, hey.
What are you doing?
-What?
-You wanna be next?
Do not be seen talking to
this asshole.
How much further can we go?
Not far enough.
We should just ditch
this bitch.
Dismantle the dodge gun and
fucking walk to Kandahar.
What are you whispering about?
Kaminski had an interesting
idea, sir.
Ditching the tank and
walking back.
He's a fucking liar, sir.
As a man who thinks for
himself, Koverchenko, what
do you think of that idea?
Well, sir.
The rear wheel is cracked.
Kaminski drank our brakes.
We're low on petrol.
The battery's low.
We're losing oil.
If the engine heats up, it's
going to seize.
Train? Obviously against us.
We have no rations.
The mujas behind us don't seem
to run on rations, petrol, or
anything we know of.
And, they have an RPG.
Their aim is getting
better, sir.
You admire them, don't you?
Well, they got us on the run,
don't they?
Well, what do you suggest?
Surrender?
Clearly, sir, that's a direct
violation of Soviet
military law.
You're all for it, aren't you?
That's mutiny, Koverchenko.
Try it!
Kaminski, get his weapon.
Cover him.
Yes, sir.
Golikov, get some rope.
Golikov!
Now!
Tie him to that rock!
I'll haunt you, Kaminski!
I'll be your worst nightmare!
Shut up.
You hear me?
You're an idiot!
KAMINSKI:
I can't believe this.
Just hold still, asshole.
Kaminski, what are we doing?
You shut up!
He fucking stepped in this
one himself.
You're a fucking lackey.
Fuck.
Get the log book!
Yes, sir.
He doesn't have it, sir. He
must have left it in the tank.
Booby trap him.
Yes, sir.
Twisted insanity.
Don't be an idiot.
Don't move.
You need anything...
just nod.
Konstantin, I'm sorry.
Anthony...
Anthony, you're next.
You go back to that tank and
blow his brains out. Come
back and untie me.
-Golikov!
-You're next.
-I can't.
-You hear me, Anthony?
-Golikov!
-Anthony.
Don't leave me here, Anthony.
-Anthony, don't leave me.
-I can't!
Untie me, Anthony!
Ha, good soldier, Anthony.
You gonna be counted on
when they ask you to shoot
your mother?
Golikov! God damn it!
Anthony. Gol...
Golikov!
Don't leave me here,
you coward!
Golikov, you fuck!
Arg, Golikov!
I think you did the right
thing, sir.
I appreciate that, Kaminski.
And I think I speak for all of
us when I say that.
What he wrote in here could
close doors for the rest of
your lives.
I don't know why you didn't
just kill him, sir.
I was trying to buy us
some time.
Whew.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Tank's roomier now, sir.
(YELPING)
(GROWLING)
(EXPLOSION)
There it is!
Kandahar Road!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Ahhh! Haha!
Sir! We're almost out of
petrol, sir.
Make it to the road.
Yes, sir.
-Yeah!
-Stop tank!
-What?
-Stop tank!
Stop tank!
I'm sure I can make it,
it's only...
(WOMEN CHATTERING)
Wait...
(WOMEN YELLING)
Ow!
Stop! Stop!
Ah! Jesus!
Please stop!
Stop!
Nanawatai!
(GUNSHOT)
(REBELS YELLING)
Nanawatai.
Nanawatai.
Nanawatai.
No, don't.
No!
Nanawatai.
It's a RPG.
-RPG.
-Yeah.
It's kaput.
Kaput.
Fix?
Fix. Fix.
I fix.
-Kaput.
-Kaput?
Enfield?
Enfield?
I need Enfield to fix the RPG.
(REBELS MURMURING)
Kaboom.
(ALL REBELS)
Kaboom!
-Kaboom.
-Exactly.
(MAKING MOTOR NOISES)
It's a tank.
-Tank?
-Yeah, tank.
Tank.
RPG.
Kaboom.
Tank.
Yeah.
RPG kaboom tank.
Ta.
RPG.
Kaboom.
Tank.
Ta kaboom tank.
Yeah, I'll kaboom tank.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Hey! Hey!
Whoo-hoo!
Hey, hey, hey!
(LAUGHING)
Hey!
Come on, man!
Come on! Get your stuff!
Let's go!
Woo!
Hey, you guys!
Where'd you guys come from?
It's beautiful!
Oh, my God!
(LAUGHING)
Looks like it's
your lucky day.
If we hadn't been looking
for water, we'd have never
found you guys.
Boy are we glad you did!
Go ahead and climb aboard.
I'll call in for a strike on
the tank.
Nobody wastes my tank.
Ya ha-ha!
Whoa! Ha-ha! Yeah!
Okay!
Get back in the tank.
What for?
Because I said so.
We're going home, sir.
Yes.
In the tank.
Why can't we go home in
the fucking helicopter?
Because you're tankers.
Yeah, and you're also in
a cul-de-sac.
There's only one way out of
this valley.
Back through that pass you
came through.
We'll get back the same
way we got in.
-Hey, listen. You got any
extra water?
-No.
You two.
Load the extra fuel on
to the tank.
Radio for some more fuel
to meet us at the pass.
Jesus, what an asshole.
What are we doing?
Why don't we make
a run for it?
Are you fucking crazy?
He'd shoot us right out
of the sky.
(SAYS ARABIC WORD)
What? What?
Tank.
Yeah, I know.
-What?
-Tank.
Tank.
Tank.
(MAKING MOTOR NOISES)
(REBELS LAUGHING)
It's a dead end.
It's a dead end.
The pass? He's going to
the pass.
But why? Why's he going to the
pass? Why didn't he get in
the helicopter?
Bastard won't leave his tank.
Fucking bastard won't leave
his tank.
Tank!
Tank!
He's gone.
He's gone.
Mountain.
Tank.
Mountains.
(MAKING MOTOR NOISES)
Into the mountains.
He has to go around.
He's got to go around to get
to the pass.
Tank.
Tank!
You know a shortcut?
You know a shortcut!
Tank!
I understand. I understand!
Konstantin.
Konstantin.
Konstantin.
Konstantin?
Konstantin!
-Yes.
-Hi, Konstantin.
Khan.
Sir, the engine's hot.
Maintain 20 kilometers
an hour.
Sir, the radiator needs water.
Keep going.
God damn it, sir. The engine's
gonna seize up!
Keep going.
The water hole's not far.
You think they radioed back?
Of course they did.
I hate this fucking country.
Fill the radiator.
Kaminski!
Golikov!
Battle stations!
Mujahideen,
4,000 meters!
Crank it up!
Approaching left!
Come on, man.
Come on, come on.
Give me power to the turret!
Shit! I can't, sir!
She won't start!
Go to master battery!
Shit! The battery's dead, sir!
(HEAVY MACHINE GUN FIRE)
Get us out of here!
I'm trying, sir!
It's overheating!
Manual traverse left!
Gunner!
Frag!
We're out of frags, sir!
Anything!
I got it heating up!
-Damn it.
-Come on!
On the ready!
Spread out!
Spread out!
Fuck!
On the ready!
They're in RPG range, sir!
Come on!
I got it, sir!
(REBELS CHEERING)
Khan! Khan!
Kaput! Now!
Now!
(EXPLOSION)
No! This way.
This way!
Shit!
Get down! We're too high!
Too high!
Come on you son of a bitch,
come on!
I can't get elevation,
he knows it.
You're mine!
Keep 'em coming!
Last round, sir!
Reload!
We're out!
She's burning up, sir!
Make it to the pass, Kaminski!
(YELLS)
Hurry!
Down!
Now! Now!
Sir!
Rocket!
I need the rocket!
Khan!
Rocket!
Throw!
Throw!
Sir! The pass is directly
ahead!
100 meters!
Faster, Kaminski!
Yes, sir!
Badal.
It only hit the muzzle!
(LAUGHING)
We made it, sir!
We made it!
(SCREAMING)
Grenade!
We're off the track, sir.
Oh, God.
Make a run for it, sir?
No.
Ground troops are coming.
We're safe in here.
(SCREAMING)
Hold it!
Tank Boy!
I said, Tank Boy!
-Huh?
-I got something for you
Tank Boy!
Koverchenko!
(LAUGHING)
Kind of hot in there,
huh, Tank Boy!
Sir, they got us!
Oh, shit!
We gotta go up!
We're gonna die in here!
KOVERCHENKO: Tank Boy!
(COUGHING)
I want you, Tank Boy!
Ah! Shit!
(REBEL YELLING)
You know our standing orders?
What?
Out of commission,
become a pillbox.
Out of ammo, become a bunker.
Out of time, become heroes.
You must be out of your
fucking mind.
Now, together.
(YELLING)
(MEN FIGHTING)
Get the pin!
(DASKAL YELLING)
We're gonna die in here!
Golikov.
You son of a bitch!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Son of a bitch, get out!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Take, take, take the knife.
Konstantin, I didn't want to
leave you out there.
Just, just take Daskal and let
us go.
Please don't let them kill me,
Konstantin, please.
Get up.
(GOLIKOV WHIMPERING)
Khan.
Tank kaput.
Tank kaput.
Nanawatai.
Okay, okay.
Take the boots.
Okay, take the helmet.
Yeah, take the helmet.
Okay, okay. Take the boots.
Sorry, sir.
Not much of a war.
No Stalingrad.
How is it that we're the Nazis
this time?
How is it?
I'm trying to be a good
soldier.
But you can't be a good
soldier in a rotten war, sir.
I want you to live,
to see them win.
Go.
I said, go!
(SPITTING)
(WOMEN YELLING)
Badal! Badal!
Afghanistan.
I don't understand you.
Konstantin.
Pass.
Konstantin!
Konstantin!
Konstantin!
Konstantin!