68 Whiskey (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Do the Right Thing - full transcript
Roback and Davis attempt a seemingly impossible rescue through an old mine field. SecCorp accelerates its plan. Durking steps up to help Petrocelli.
[indistinct chatter]
What are you looking at?
Noticed you don't
have a rank.
How long have you been
over here?
- Seven months.
- Seven?
After six, you automatically
get a stripe.
Something's not right.
No one's ever
contacted me about that.
It's your job
to contact them.
- You need to fix this.
- How?
Go to Colonel Austin
and ask for that stripe.
Colonel Austin?
It's the only way
to get this straightened out.
- Ah, he's pretty busy.
- Yeah.
Pretty busy
with stuff like this.
[sighs]
Man.
[mechanical clanking]
Don't mean to bother
you guys.
Davis.
Didn't expect to see
you here so soon.
Yeah. I know
I'm not officially
a part of the team yet,
but I just wanted
to ask a few...
Y'all got a sick setup
on this base.
It's like a whole nother
world over here.
Gonna be kinda hard to go back
to the other side.
Nice.
Yeah, what can we do
for you, Davis?
Just got a few questions.
How long does it take
for the checks to arrive?
I mean, is it, like,
a long wait?
Nah, nah,
nothing like that, mate.
Checks always come.
We even set up
direct deposit for you.
Good to know.
Sweet.
[applause]
Nice shot, mate.
Is there anything else
we can help you with?
Yes, there is.
Why you guys here?
And what's SecCorp up to?
[exhales]
Well, until you're officially
wearing one of our black vests,
that's none of your business.
Take a swing.
Don't mind if I do.
- Remember.
- Bend the knees.
[audience groans]
[sighs]
Yeah, this is not my sport.
Eh, you'll get
the hang of it.
That's what I'm afraid of.
[door clicks shut]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
- I see you, Davis.
- I see you.
- Look, you gotta understand...
- It's genius.
- It is?
- Yeah. You're our inside man.
It's a coy ploy.
Sneak in there,
earn their trust,
gather evidence
on Sasquatch's war crimes,
then stab them
while they sleep.
I like your style.
What's the plan?
- You ready for the plan?
- Yeah, lay it on me.
The plan is,
They write me checks.
- Okay.
- I cash those checks.
I help get my mom healthy
again, save my home.
That's the plan.
The plan doesn't include me.
That's exactly what makes it
an excellent plan.
Plans that include you
generally end with someone
losing everything
they hoped to gain,
sometimes their life.
- Medevac, medevac, medevac.
- 9-line follows. Over.
Send it over.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Let's roll!
[helicopter rotors whirring]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- We're coming to get you.
- Just sit tight.
Joining the Death Star
just for the goddamn money.
Just for the goddamn money.
This is not the man I know.
The man you know
got bills to pay.
- Not like this.
- Just like this.
Look, I understand
there's some personal shit
happening between you two,
but we leave it off
the battlefield.
She's right! Y'all need
to work out your shit,
because we're approaching
the AO!
Both: Just land
this fucking thing!
[door creaks]
Is it just me, or is everyone
beginning to trust
our little operation here?
Yes, this is very good news.
What is not very good news
is that most of them are having
aggressive diarrhea
in an area of our country
not known
for its indoor plumbing.
[person coughs]
All of them are having
this same issue?
No, some of them are also
having internal bleeding.
Others are old and have become
so sick, they are near death.
And I think I know why.
[pump squeaks]
[indistinct chatter]
[sniffs]
Ugh.
[chicken clucking]
[spits]
It's totally contaminated.
That was my assessment.
How long has this
been happening?
Since the Americans
started whatever it is
- they are doing across the hill.
- Americans?
The ones with the black vests
and the beards.
SecCorp?
- We do not differentiate.
- Some here claim to have
seen them come late at nights
to pour liquids into the wells.
Well, what kind of liquids?
They do not know.
We have to do something
about this.
Yes, I was hoping
you would have more options
at your disposal than I do.
Yeah, well,
we can at least try
and get clean water in here,
for starters.
People of this village
would be very appreciative.
That's why we're here
in Afghanistan, Qasem.
I was hoping
there was a reason.
I'm not having this argument
with you anymore.
You are over me.
No, I'm not.
And that's another problem
I have to solve.
But for now,
we'll solve this one first.
Sir, what's the situation?
We got called in
to clear this minefield
the Soviets so graciously
left behind in the '80s.
Sergeant Decker was defusing
an ordnance when it exploded.
Shot her up 20 feet in the air.
- Signs of life?
- We're not sure.
We're praying her suit
gave her some protection.
What are we looking at here?
The orange flags
are the mines we can see.
Blue are the path
that we're making.
But we don't know
what we don't know,
so I can't recommend
that you walk out there
until we chart a path.
We don't have
that kind of time.
The fastest way in and out
is to hover the bird over her
so we can lower the basket
and pluck her out.
You couldn't get the bird
in low enough.
The rotor wash from the blades.
Get too close,
and the vibrations
will disturb
any unexploded ordnance.
Gotta be by foot.
- How did she get out there?
- Muffin.
- Who's Muffin?
- Bomb-sniffing canine.
The dog finds a path,
Decker follows the dog.
Somebody call the dog.
We tried that, but that dog's
not leaving Decker's side.
- Muffin!
- [dog panting]
Come here!
- Muffin speaks German.
- German?
It's the language
they're trained in
for security reasons.
If you have move that slow
and we have to learn German,
then our wounded's not
gonna make it.
Yeah, well, as you can see,
we're doing our best.
Maybe you could think
of something else.
But while you do that,
we're gonna continue plotting
a safe way to get out there.
So all we gotta do is walk
across this unmarked
40-year-old minefield,
then lug a wounded EOD
in a 300-pound bomb suit
back across
without her bleeding out?
[speaking German]
Muffin.
- [speaking German]
- [speaking German] Muffin!
Can one of you translate
to Muffin that we're trying
- to save its master's life?
- [whistles]
The dog knows
random German commands.
Doesn't speak it
conversationally.
Gotta figure out a way
to get that dog over here.
Fuck's sake.
That dog can sniff bombs
underground,
then he sure as shit could
sniff food across a minefield.
Come here, Muffin!
[dog whines]
He speaks German.
- He speaks hungry.
- Come here, boy!
- [whistles]
- Come here, Muffin!
[whistles]
Oh, hey, look, look,
look, look.
- [whistles]
- Yeah, yeah, whoo!
Come here, boy!
- Hey.
- Good boy.
- Oh, shit.
- [chuckles]
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
- Whoo! Oh, yeah.
- Come here, Muffin.
- Yeah.
- Come here, Muffin.
- Yes!
- Yeah.
- Good boy.
- [chuckles]
See?
What happens now?
My partner and I follow
the dog out to Sergeant Decker.
And then what?
Try and figure out a way
to get her to safety.
Yeah, you're a good dog.
[sighs]
No.
Is that dog really good
at sniffing bombs?
She's the best there is.
Then we'll follow her out
to Sergeant Decker.
She's gonna need
immediate medical attention
before she can be moved.
That's sorta why we're here.
- Whoa, that's high-risk.
- Definitely not protocol.
- It is now.
- Hey.
Okay, one of you
follow me out.
[dog panting]
[sighs]
- Two out of three?
- I'm good.
Here.
- Leave a trail with these.
- [sighs]
[dog panting]
[breathes shakily]
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
[exhales shakily]
[breathes shakily]
Come on.
[bird calling]
[bird cawing]
[dog barks]
What's it doing?
- I don't know.
- He must have smelled something.
Good dog.
[chuckles]
We get out of here alive,
I'm gonna buy that
motherfucking dog a drink.
[dog growls]
Oh, shit.
[dog sniffs]
Good boy.
You know, you could learn
a thing or two
about loyalty
from this dog.
- Loyalty to who?
- You?
Look, I get it.
Trust is the bedrock
of all friendship,
and I broke your trust,
but just give me another chance
to help you out.
- No more chances.
- Time's up.
We're out here on our own now.
If that's really how you
feel, that's just fucking sad,
- 'cause you and I are family.
- No, I have a real family.
One that I would
do anything to save.
I'd cut off my arm for them.
Sell my soul.
Look, I get that,
but those SecCorp guys
have got fucking blood
on their hands, Davis.
- Buckley's blood.
- You can't prove that.
Hey! Both of you!
Do not talk!
Do not step on mines!
Be like Muffin!
Stay away
from the orange flags!
- No shit!
- I'm following the dog!
The dog is man's best friend,
we're following the dog.
[dog barks]
Okay.
[electronic tone]
Oh, good boy.
Good boy.
[dog squeals]
Good dog, that's it.
- Good job.
- She's alive!
Pulse is weak.
Blood pressure's low.
She's in shock.
Bleeding from the mouth,
possible internal injuries.
- Can you hear me?
- [stammers]
I can't move anything.
- Okay, probable spinal damage.
- Yeah.
Concussion. We're not gonna
be able to get her out
- of this suit.
- Get me out of here.
- Gonna get you home, okay?
- We need an evac!
Get her out of there!
The dog will lead you back out.
This fucking guy.
They can't carry her out
with a broken back.
They'd risk paralyzing her.
Look, get back in the bird,
lower the basket so we can
get her out of here!
All right, okay.
I need you to stay awake
for us now, okay?
[airplane engine humming]
Whatever SecCorp is doing
is contaminating
the villagers' drinking water.
Now, they need fresh water.
I know what I'm asking, and I
understand that no one upstairs
wants to waste resources
on the local population,
but the longer we wait,
the worse it'll get.
We can supply the water.
Really?
You heard me.
You're not gonna push back?
You're not gonna give me
18 reasons why this should
have no operational priority?
- I will if you want me to.
- No.
I'm happy to take yes
for an answer.
- Anything else?
- Um, no.
Thank you.
Sonia.
Whatever you need to help
and support the poor people
of this village,
you just say the word.
May I ask why you're so eager
to help me with this, sir?
Sometimes you just gotta
do what's right.
[laughs]
Corporal!
Get that asshole
Morgan Jennings in here
right away, please.
Yes, sir.
[sighs]
[helicopter rotors whirring]
Lower.
- We're at 300 feet.
- Lower!
250!
200!
I'm not going any lower!
That's all the slack we got
to lower the basket.
- Shit.
- What now?
Is that all the slack
you got?
- Affirmative.
- Then bring the bird lower!
We do not recommend
you go lower!
Maybe we ought
to listen to them.
Ah.
We're gonna get you
out of here, okay?
Our patient is critical.
We gotta move it!
Fuck.
Go lower! Slowly!
- Bring it down!
- Don't do it!
I'm getting signals from EOD
that if I lower the bird,
we all die
in a large explosion!
What the fuck
are you waiting for?
- Our patient is critical!
- Lower the fucking bird!
- Put it down!
- God damn it!
[ground rumbling]
It's fine, right?
It's definitely fine.
Stop! Stop!
- Hold!
- Hold!
- Where you at?
- Maybe 150 above you!
- What do you think?
- Don't do it!
Any lower, you're gonna
detonate something!
What do you think?
Yeah, me too.
Bring it down!
Bring it down!
[rumbling continues]
What the fuck
are you doing?
- Shit, shit, shit, shit!
- Motherfucker!
Holy fuck!
[panting]
[laughs]
Holy shit!
Too close for me!
Need to get us
to a safer ceiling!
- Give us 15 seconds!
- We're pulling out!
Put her on the stretcher now!
One, two, three, roll!
Down!
Now! We gotta go now!
You're good!
We're gone!
Fuck.
What?
- How we get out of here?
- We follow the flags.
What flags?
[sighs]
What do we do now?
We don't move a fucking inch.
[metal detector beeping]
This is one fucked-up way
to earn a living.
Money's not really
why we do it though, is it?
Speak for yourself.
Come on, man,
I'm begging you.
Don't sell your soul
for six magic beans.
- It ain't magic beans.
- It's 100 grand.
And that's just
the signing bonus.
Rather get blown up
by one of those land mines.
That can be arranged.
My mom and sisters are never
gonna see me dolled up
in those Darth Vader
fucking black vests...
Drop it.
Can't imagine telling them
that I'm like a soulless
mercenary who just kills
for money...
- I'm warning you.
- Or protect some fucking
fascist dictator who just
slaughters his own people
just to stay in power.
They do that, you know.
So do we.
Look, just trust that you
and I can find another way.
I found a way.
Hey, guys!
How long's it gonna take
out there?
We gonna make it home
by Christmas?
Gonna be at least
another couple hours!
- So no.
- No is the answer.
[metal detector beeping]
[both sigh]
Main, this is
Dustoff 3-1 Delta.
Go ahead, Delta.
Yeah, just wondering
when that bird's gonna
pick our asses up
and get us out of this
Soviet fucking minefield.
- Uh, roger, Delta.
- Just hold tight.
Hey.
It's okay
for Alvarez and Crash
to risk their lives
for an EOD,
but I'm not gonna put them
in danger just because of us.
If that land mine had blown up
while they were hovering,
the vibrations would've
seized up the rotors
and they would've crashed.
[grunts]
[sighs]
Main, this is Delta.
Go ahead, Delta.
We're safe and out of danger.
Just gonna hitch a ride
back to base with EOD.
Roger that.
[sighs]
Our options are dwindling.
Incoming!
Sitrep!
Possible concussion,
internal bleeding.
Pulse and heart rate are at 50.
Why is she still
in this thing?
Couldn't risk
taking it off her, sir.
Also a good chance
there's spinal damage.
Well, someone cut her
out of the bloody suit.
- How, Captain?
- Very fucking carefully.
- Alvarez!
- Gotta go, sir!
All right, get me three bags
of O negative, stat.
Hey, let's go get
Roback and Davis.
- Relax. They just radioed in.
- They're safe.
They're out of the minefield
and they're hitching a ride
back with EOD.
Oh, thank God.
Yup.
[door clicks open]
- Colonel wanted to see me?
- Have a seat.
I'll stand.
[clears throat]
He's here, sir.
- Make him wait.
- My pleasure.
Nah.
On second thought,
let's get this over with.
Jennings!
How can I be of service,
Colonel?
We have a growing
humanitarian problem
- at the local village.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
What's it got to do with us?
I believe you folks
are familiar with the area.
- Yeah, yes, we are.
- Um, and, you know,
my heart just goes out
to those poor people,
but, uh, I'm just not sure
how I can help, though.
Oh, you can't.
I just wanted to put on your
radar that it's now on mine.
[laughs]
Uh, you know, um...
if the problem is as bad
as you say it is,
would it not be better
to have the, uh, U.S. Army
help move these people to a,
you know, more
health-positive location?
I mean, we'd obviously help,
if... if we could,
but we don't have
your resources.
Mm.
Relocation would cause
headache after headache.
Mm-hmm.
But clean water,
that, we can provide
as long as they need it.
And then we'll bring in
the Army Corps of Engineers
to find out what could possibly
be contaminating their wells.
Whatever they find should be
interesting, to say the least.
I'm sorry I can't
be more help.
But, you know, I applaud your
kind heart and generous spirit.
Mm.
How'd that go, sir?
Oh, I got that
son of a bitch's attention.
- Good work, sir.
- Mm.
- Hungry?
- No.
- Come on, man.
- It's gonna be hours
before EOD plots a path.
Just... share a meal with me.
I said I'm not hungry.
Break bread with me,
for fuck's sake.
- We could die. It's ravioli!
- I said no!
[explosion]
You fucking lunatics!
Fuck, man.
You good?
Yeah.
[sighs]
You know how many people get
shot out here in these hills?
Taliban patrols these
fucking places after night.
We gotta get the fuck
out of here.
No shit.
I'm here to see the colonel
about getting my stripe.
I've been here
for seven months,
and after six months,
you are...
You wanna talk
to Colonel Austin
about your one stripe?
Uh, m-my buddies said
he was the guy.
- Your buddies?
- Yeah. He...
[door clicks open]
Sir!
Private?
The fuck you doing in here?
Sir, he's here to help me
with some things.
Uh-huh.
What?
Well, I just blew
my chance with the colonel.
J... wait.
Look, let me see
if I can help you.
Come over here and we'll take
a peek at your personnel file.
[sighs]
Stealing an ambulance.
I mean, I signed it out
under my name, but...
Unauthorized leave of base.
That was, uh,
community outreach.
Harboring livestock.
- Boz.
- Wow.
I can see why you haven't moved
a rank in seven months.
Look, I...
Look, you don't understand.
I just bought a car that I
can't come close to affording.
I really need a pay raise.
[scoffs]
You know, I bought one of those
cars in my first tour too.
Never drove it.
Sitting in my garage
covered in a tarp,
and I'm still paying it off.
- You are?
- Yeah. But I don't care.
Because when I get out of here,
I'm gonna throw everything
I own in the back seat,
step on the gas,
and not look back.
[laughs]
You know, that was
my secret plan too.
[both laugh]
What's the big deal about
one stripe anyways, huh?
I mean, everyone with an
asshole on this base has one.
Yeah.
Anyway, uh,
thanks for trying to help.
We're sitting ducks
out here.
- We need to do something. Now.
- [sighs]
I was hoping to avoid this,
but...
What the fuck are you doing?
Respect your perimeter!
Relax.
I got a photographic memory.
Got me through high school
without lifting a finger.
I know exactly which way
the dog went.
- Are you sure?
- Fairly sure.
How sure?
Like, 78%.
That's 22% unsure.
We gotta take those odds.
Stop!
What?
If you die,
I need to tell you.
Whatever happens,
it's been real.
Thanks, man.
Don't you wanna say
the same thing back?
[grunts]
Don't really feel like betting
against myself at the moment.
- Right. I get that.
- Yeah.
- Wait!
- What?
Coming with you.
We're in this together,
for better or worse.
Just like old times.
We'll see.
[both breathing shakily]
What's wrong?
If we die...
I don't wanna die mad at you.
I don't wanna die
mad at you either.
This SecCorp thing is fucking
hard for me to move past.
You should know it's hard
for me to move past too.
I forgive you.
I don't need your
motherfucking forgiveness.
But thanks.
[sighs]
That was fucking impressive.
Now that we're safe,
fuck you for joining SecCorp.
Fuck you for not
understanding.
[door clicks open]
There's more on the way.
My superior officer assured me
there'd be gallons of fresh
drinking water supplied
as soon as logistically
possible.
Well, I'm grateful
for the fresh drinking water.
I hope that's what you
need to be... happy.
The water will
make me happy, yes.
Then that makes me
happy too.
We are not talking about
drinking water anymore, are we?
Might as well be.
What...
What is wrong?
[sighs]
You know, I thought about
what it would be like
if that medic never brought you
into my hospital.
And?
No matter what happens,
I'm so goddamn grateful he did.
Whoever is poisoning
our drinking water
will not be happy that you're
interfering with their plans.
Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure
that's my commanding officer's
whole goal here.
[laughs]
Even though I do not know
this man, I admire him.
You and me both.
I had a lot of time to think
on that minefield.
If I'd have gotten blown up
out there,
Alvarez would have
gotten her green card
and been free and clear.
Comforting thought,
but you didn't get blown up.
- Exactly.
- So now
her and I are gonna have
to go through the motions
until this marriage
is deemed genuine.
Plus, you promised yourself
you don't wanna fuck
a married man.
- I was extremely young.
- Still.
While we're on base,
Colonel Austin's gonna
make sure that
this marriage is legit.
There is a plan buried
somewhere in all this, right?
There is.
What?
We do what's right.
And what's right is knowing
that helping Alvarez
is more important than
you and I being together.
Doing what's right
is knowing that if...
you and I are supposed
to be together,
it'll happen someday.
Right?
[exhales sharply]
- No.
- No, fuck it, no.
When did you get all
New Agey about this?
When I realized
it was my fate to walk out
of a minefield alive.
And it's our fate to...
I don't know...
Sacrifice being together
so we can both help somebody
that we really care about.
[scoffs]
Jesus, Roback.
- [sighs]
- [laughs]
- This is a new side of you.
- I know.
- I like it.
- [both laugh]
It's not gonna be easy.
Might be fun.
Wanting to be together
and knowing we can't.
[both laugh]
Most problems begin
with when you can.
You really did some
soul-searching out there
in the minefield, didn't you?
I was fucking scared.
[laughs]
This is the sexiest thing
I've ever done in my life.
Yeah, goes without saying,
me too.
One for the road?
[moans]
Okay, go. Go.
- Yup.
- [clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
So what did
Colonel Austin say?
Why don't you
fuck off, Wittman?
Just fuck off.
You actually bothered
Colonel Austin with this,
didn't you?
[both laugh]
How dumb can you be?
Private, move your flat ass.
This says you not only
saw combat
- but you're a fucking war hero.
- Huh?
The incident at the suicide
gates with the stolen uniforms.
You shot an enemy combatant
before he could detonate
an explosive.
But that's sort of my job.
That's also the sort of thing
that'll get you a bronze star.
Why didn't anyone
tell me this?
- It's the army.
- Takes months for this shit
to wend its way
through the system.
But this should get you
promoted to E-2,
- private second class.
- Thank you, Corporal.
You're welcome.
Thank you all for insisting
that the record
be set straight.
From now on,
I'd be nice to Petrocelli
because he's on the fast track
to outranking all you pricks.
Private Second Class
Petrocelli.
It's got a nice ring to it.
- Congrats.
- Thank you.
I'm proud of the work
you and your team did
on that minefield, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Looks like that EOD you
brought in is gonna make it.
- That's welcome news.
- Mm.
Now I have an important mission
for you and your crew
- to take care of.
- Yes, sir?
You're the only one
I could trust to do this.
Do you mind
if I ask why, sir?
Because I believe you have
a horse in this race.
You saw what SecCorp did
to Buckley.
You were there.
What has this got to do
with SecCorp, sir?
They've overstayed
their unwelcome on this base.
And it's time for me
to do something about it.
- I'm all the way in on that.
- Good.
Because you're gonna be
an important part of this.
How so?
Just deliver the water
for now.
I'll tell you when it's time
to take the next step.
- I'm your man, sir.
- I don't doubt it.
- [laughs]
- Dismissed.
Sir.
Don't let the colonel down.
This one's for Buckley.
You know everything,
don't you, Corporal?
That, I do, Sergeant.
[door slams]
[chuckles]
You suck at this game.
Fuck, you try playing
with three fingers, mate.
I know that look.
Then you know what's next.
We need to clear
that village now
before Austin puts it
on the army's radar
and then there's
no getting it off.
Take what you need.
Finish what you started.
Only way to do that's
to start playing rough.
Well, then play rough!
What the fuck am I
paying you for?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[chicken clucking]
[horn beeping]
[horn blaring]
[people yelling]
[gunfire]
Get everyone out
into the streets!
[explosion, gunfire]
- Get up, let's go.
- Let's go. Out, out.
- Come on, people, move!
- Move your ass! Move! Move!
- Move!
- Get up! Move! Move!
Get up, let's go!
Come on, move your ass!
- Let's go!
- [child screams]
- Come on.
- Just shut that kid up.
[people yelling]
Tell them it's not safe for
any of them to be here anymore.
[speaking native language]
- [grunts]
- [speaking native language]
Tell them we'll be returning,
and if anyone's still resides
in this area,
they'll face dire consequences!
[speaking native language]
[speaking native language]
- Hear what he said? Listen up!
- [baby crying]
No, stop!
[grunts]
Aw, shit.
- All right, clear out!
- Let's go! Move!
Shh, shh, shh.
Come on!
[indistinct chatter]
[people yelling]
[child screaming]
[speaking native language]
[indistinct chatter]
- She okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
- [sighs]
- Major Holloway?
Oh, my God.
Just me.
- Are you okay, ma'am?
- Possible concussion.
Seeing double.
Hey.
Your team did this.
- [coughs]
- What happened?
I got involved.
[groans]
Jesus, are you okay?
[grunting]
Jesus Christ.
[panting]
They're coming back
to clear the town by force.
- We have to stop them.
- We will. Oh, yeah. We will.
Sure as hell will.
I didn't sign up
for this shit.
[baby crying]
Good to have you back.
Glad to be back.
[sighs]
What are you looking at?
Noticed you don't
have a rank.
How long have you been
over here?
- Seven months.
- Seven?
After six, you automatically
get a stripe.
Something's not right.
No one's ever
contacted me about that.
It's your job
to contact them.
- You need to fix this.
- How?
Go to Colonel Austin
and ask for that stripe.
Colonel Austin?
It's the only way
to get this straightened out.
- Ah, he's pretty busy.
- Yeah.
Pretty busy
with stuff like this.
[sighs]
Man.
[mechanical clanking]
Don't mean to bother
you guys.
Davis.
Didn't expect to see
you here so soon.
Yeah. I know
I'm not officially
a part of the team yet,
but I just wanted
to ask a few...
Y'all got a sick setup
on this base.
It's like a whole nother
world over here.
Gonna be kinda hard to go back
to the other side.
Nice.
Yeah, what can we do
for you, Davis?
Just got a few questions.
How long does it take
for the checks to arrive?
I mean, is it, like,
a long wait?
Nah, nah,
nothing like that, mate.
Checks always come.
We even set up
direct deposit for you.
Good to know.
Sweet.
[applause]
Nice shot, mate.
Is there anything else
we can help you with?
Yes, there is.
Why you guys here?
And what's SecCorp up to?
[exhales]
Well, until you're officially
wearing one of our black vests,
that's none of your business.
Take a swing.
Don't mind if I do.
- Remember.
- Bend the knees.
[audience groans]
[sighs]
Yeah, this is not my sport.
Eh, you'll get
the hang of it.
That's what I'm afraid of.
[door clicks shut]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
- I see you, Davis.
- I see you.
- Look, you gotta understand...
- It's genius.
- It is?
- Yeah. You're our inside man.
It's a coy ploy.
Sneak in there,
earn their trust,
gather evidence
on Sasquatch's war crimes,
then stab them
while they sleep.
I like your style.
What's the plan?
- You ready for the plan?
- Yeah, lay it on me.
The plan is,
They write me checks.
- Okay.
- I cash those checks.
I help get my mom healthy
again, save my home.
That's the plan.
The plan doesn't include me.
That's exactly what makes it
an excellent plan.
Plans that include you
generally end with someone
losing everything
they hoped to gain,
sometimes their life.
- Medevac, medevac, medevac.
- 9-line follows. Over.
Send it over.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Let's roll!
[helicopter rotors whirring]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- We're coming to get you.
- Just sit tight.
Joining the Death Star
just for the goddamn money.
Just for the goddamn money.
This is not the man I know.
The man you know
got bills to pay.
- Not like this.
- Just like this.
Look, I understand
there's some personal shit
happening between you two,
but we leave it off
the battlefield.
She's right! Y'all need
to work out your shit,
because we're approaching
the AO!
Both: Just land
this fucking thing!
[door creaks]
Is it just me, or is everyone
beginning to trust
our little operation here?
Yes, this is very good news.
What is not very good news
is that most of them are having
aggressive diarrhea
in an area of our country
not known
for its indoor plumbing.
[person coughs]
All of them are having
this same issue?
No, some of them are also
having internal bleeding.
Others are old and have become
so sick, they are near death.
And I think I know why.
[pump squeaks]
[indistinct chatter]
[sniffs]
Ugh.
[chicken clucking]
[spits]
It's totally contaminated.
That was my assessment.
How long has this
been happening?
Since the Americans
started whatever it is
- they are doing across the hill.
- Americans?
The ones with the black vests
and the beards.
SecCorp?
- We do not differentiate.
- Some here claim to have
seen them come late at nights
to pour liquids into the wells.
Well, what kind of liquids?
They do not know.
We have to do something
about this.
Yes, I was hoping
you would have more options
at your disposal than I do.
Yeah, well,
we can at least try
and get clean water in here,
for starters.
People of this village
would be very appreciative.
That's why we're here
in Afghanistan, Qasem.
I was hoping
there was a reason.
I'm not having this argument
with you anymore.
You are over me.
No, I'm not.
And that's another problem
I have to solve.
But for now,
we'll solve this one first.
Sir, what's the situation?
We got called in
to clear this minefield
the Soviets so graciously
left behind in the '80s.
Sergeant Decker was defusing
an ordnance when it exploded.
Shot her up 20 feet in the air.
- Signs of life?
- We're not sure.
We're praying her suit
gave her some protection.
What are we looking at here?
The orange flags
are the mines we can see.
Blue are the path
that we're making.
But we don't know
what we don't know,
so I can't recommend
that you walk out there
until we chart a path.
We don't have
that kind of time.
The fastest way in and out
is to hover the bird over her
so we can lower the basket
and pluck her out.
You couldn't get the bird
in low enough.
The rotor wash from the blades.
Get too close,
and the vibrations
will disturb
any unexploded ordnance.
Gotta be by foot.
- How did she get out there?
- Muffin.
- Who's Muffin?
- Bomb-sniffing canine.
The dog finds a path,
Decker follows the dog.
Somebody call the dog.
We tried that, but that dog's
not leaving Decker's side.
- Muffin!
- [dog panting]
Come here!
- Muffin speaks German.
- German?
It's the language
they're trained in
for security reasons.
If you have move that slow
and we have to learn German,
then our wounded's not
gonna make it.
Yeah, well, as you can see,
we're doing our best.
Maybe you could think
of something else.
But while you do that,
we're gonna continue plotting
a safe way to get out there.
So all we gotta do is walk
across this unmarked
40-year-old minefield,
then lug a wounded EOD
in a 300-pound bomb suit
back across
without her bleeding out?
[speaking German]
Muffin.
- [speaking German]
- [speaking German] Muffin!
Can one of you translate
to Muffin that we're trying
- to save its master's life?
- [whistles]
The dog knows
random German commands.
Doesn't speak it
conversationally.
Gotta figure out a way
to get that dog over here.
Fuck's sake.
That dog can sniff bombs
underground,
then he sure as shit could
sniff food across a minefield.
Come here, Muffin!
[dog whines]
He speaks German.
- He speaks hungry.
- Come here, boy!
- [whistles]
- Come here, Muffin!
[whistles]
Oh, hey, look, look,
look, look.
- [whistles]
- Yeah, yeah, whoo!
Come here, boy!
- Hey.
- Good boy.
- Oh, shit.
- [chuckles]
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
- Whoo! Oh, yeah.
- Come here, Muffin.
- Yeah.
- Come here, Muffin.
- Yes!
- Yeah.
- Good boy.
- [chuckles]
See?
What happens now?
My partner and I follow
the dog out to Sergeant Decker.
And then what?
Try and figure out a way
to get her to safety.
Yeah, you're a good dog.
[sighs]
No.
Is that dog really good
at sniffing bombs?
She's the best there is.
Then we'll follow her out
to Sergeant Decker.
She's gonna need
immediate medical attention
before she can be moved.
That's sorta why we're here.
- Whoa, that's high-risk.
- Definitely not protocol.
- It is now.
- Hey.
Okay, one of you
follow me out.
[dog panting]
[sighs]
- Two out of three?
- I'm good.
Here.
- Leave a trail with these.
- [sighs]
[dog panting]
[breathes shakily]
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
[exhales shakily]
[breathes shakily]
Come on.
[bird calling]
[bird cawing]
[dog barks]
What's it doing?
- I don't know.
- He must have smelled something.
Good dog.
[chuckles]
We get out of here alive,
I'm gonna buy that
motherfucking dog a drink.
[dog growls]
Oh, shit.
[dog sniffs]
Good boy.
You know, you could learn
a thing or two
about loyalty
from this dog.
- Loyalty to who?
- You?
Look, I get it.
Trust is the bedrock
of all friendship,
and I broke your trust,
but just give me another chance
to help you out.
- No more chances.
- Time's up.
We're out here on our own now.
If that's really how you
feel, that's just fucking sad,
- 'cause you and I are family.
- No, I have a real family.
One that I would
do anything to save.
I'd cut off my arm for them.
Sell my soul.
Look, I get that,
but those SecCorp guys
have got fucking blood
on their hands, Davis.
- Buckley's blood.
- You can't prove that.
Hey! Both of you!
Do not talk!
Do not step on mines!
Be like Muffin!
Stay away
from the orange flags!
- No shit!
- I'm following the dog!
The dog is man's best friend,
we're following the dog.
[dog barks]
Okay.
[electronic tone]
Oh, good boy.
Good boy.
[dog squeals]
Good dog, that's it.
- Good job.
- She's alive!
Pulse is weak.
Blood pressure's low.
She's in shock.
Bleeding from the mouth,
possible internal injuries.
- Can you hear me?
- [stammers]
I can't move anything.
- Okay, probable spinal damage.
- Yeah.
Concussion. We're not gonna
be able to get her out
- of this suit.
- Get me out of here.
- Gonna get you home, okay?
- We need an evac!
Get her out of there!
The dog will lead you back out.
This fucking guy.
They can't carry her out
with a broken back.
They'd risk paralyzing her.
Look, get back in the bird,
lower the basket so we can
get her out of here!
All right, okay.
I need you to stay awake
for us now, okay?
[airplane engine humming]
Whatever SecCorp is doing
is contaminating
the villagers' drinking water.
Now, they need fresh water.
I know what I'm asking, and I
understand that no one upstairs
wants to waste resources
on the local population,
but the longer we wait,
the worse it'll get.
We can supply the water.
Really?
You heard me.
You're not gonna push back?
You're not gonna give me
18 reasons why this should
have no operational priority?
- I will if you want me to.
- No.
I'm happy to take yes
for an answer.
- Anything else?
- Um, no.
Thank you.
Sonia.
Whatever you need to help
and support the poor people
of this village,
you just say the word.
May I ask why you're so eager
to help me with this, sir?
Sometimes you just gotta
do what's right.
[laughs]
Corporal!
Get that asshole
Morgan Jennings in here
right away, please.
Yes, sir.
[sighs]
[helicopter rotors whirring]
Lower.
- We're at 300 feet.
- Lower!
250!
200!
I'm not going any lower!
That's all the slack we got
to lower the basket.
- Shit.
- What now?
Is that all the slack
you got?
- Affirmative.
- Then bring the bird lower!
We do not recommend
you go lower!
Maybe we ought
to listen to them.
Ah.
We're gonna get you
out of here, okay?
Our patient is critical.
We gotta move it!
Fuck.
Go lower! Slowly!
- Bring it down!
- Don't do it!
I'm getting signals from EOD
that if I lower the bird,
we all die
in a large explosion!
What the fuck
are you waiting for?
- Our patient is critical!
- Lower the fucking bird!
- Put it down!
- God damn it!
[ground rumbling]
It's fine, right?
It's definitely fine.
Stop! Stop!
- Hold!
- Hold!
- Where you at?
- Maybe 150 above you!
- What do you think?
- Don't do it!
Any lower, you're gonna
detonate something!
What do you think?
Yeah, me too.
Bring it down!
Bring it down!
[rumbling continues]
What the fuck
are you doing?
- Shit, shit, shit, shit!
- Motherfucker!
Holy fuck!
[panting]
[laughs]
Holy shit!
Too close for me!
Need to get us
to a safer ceiling!
- Give us 15 seconds!
- We're pulling out!
Put her on the stretcher now!
One, two, three, roll!
Down!
Now! We gotta go now!
You're good!
We're gone!
Fuck.
What?
- How we get out of here?
- We follow the flags.
What flags?
[sighs]
What do we do now?
We don't move a fucking inch.
[metal detector beeping]
This is one fucked-up way
to earn a living.
Money's not really
why we do it though, is it?
Speak for yourself.
Come on, man,
I'm begging you.
Don't sell your soul
for six magic beans.
- It ain't magic beans.
- It's 100 grand.
And that's just
the signing bonus.
Rather get blown up
by one of those land mines.
That can be arranged.
My mom and sisters are never
gonna see me dolled up
in those Darth Vader
fucking black vests...
Drop it.
Can't imagine telling them
that I'm like a soulless
mercenary who just kills
for money...
- I'm warning you.
- Or protect some fucking
fascist dictator who just
slaughters his own people
just to stay in power.
They do that, you know.
So do we.
Look, just trust that you
and I can find another way.
I found a way.
Hey, guys!
How long's it gonna take
out there?
We gonna make it home
by Christmas?
Gonna be at least
another couple hours!
- So no.
- No is the answer.
[metal detector beeping]
[both sigh]
Main, this is
Dustoff 3-1 Delta.
Go ahead, Delta.
Yeah, just wondering
when that bird's gonna
pick our asses up
and get us out of this
Soviet fucking minefield.
- Uh, roger, Delta.
- Just hold tight.
Hey.
It's okay
for Alvarez and Crash
to risk their lives
for an EOD,
but I'm not gonna put them
in danger just because of us.
If that land mine had blown up
while they were hovering,
the vibrations would've
seized up the rotors
and they would've crashed.
[grunts]
[sighs]
Main, this is Delta.
Go ahead, Delta.
We're safe and out of danger.
Just gonna hitch a ride
back to base with EOD.
Roger that.
[sighs]
Our options are dwindling.
Incoming!
Sitrep!
Possible concussion,
internal bleeding.
Pulse and heart rate are at 50.
Why is she still
in this thing?
Couldn't risk
taking it off her, sir.
Also a good chance
there's spinal damage.
Well, someone cut her
out of the bloody suit.
- How, Captain?
- Very fucking carefully.
- Alvarez!
- Gotta go, sir!
All right, get me three bags
of O negative, stat.
Hey, let's go get
Roback and Davis.
- Relax. They just radioed in.
- They're safe.
They're out of the minefield
and they're hitching a ride
back with EOD.
Oh, thank God.
Yup.
[door clicks open]
- Colonel wanted to see me?
- Have a seat.
I'll stand.
[clears throat]
He's here, sir.
- Make him wait.
- My pleasure.
Nah.
On second thought,
let's get this over with.
Jennings!
How can I be of service,
Colonel?
We have a growing
humanitarian problem
- at the local village.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
What's it got to do with us?
I believe you folks
are familiar with the area.
- Yeah, yes, we are.
- Um, and, you know,
my heart just goes out
to those poor people,
but, uh, I'm just not sure
how I can help, though.
Oh, you can't.
I just wanted to put on your
radar that it's now on mine.
[laughs]
Uh, you know, um...
if the problem is as bad
as you say it is,
would it not be better
to have the, uh, U.S. Army
help move these people to a,
you know, more
health-positive location?
I mean, we'd obviously help,
if... if we could,
but we don't have
your resources.
Mm.
Relocation would cause
headache after headache.
Mm-hmm.
But clean water,
that, we can provide
as long as they need it.
And then we'll bring in
the Army Corps of Engineers
to find out what could possibly
be contaminating their wells.
Whatever they find should be
interesting, to say the least.
I'm sorry I can't
be more help.
But, you know, I applaud your
kind heart and generous spirit.
Mm.
How'd that go, sir?
Oh, I got that
son of a bitch's attention.
- Good work, sir.
- Mm.
- Hungry?
- No.
- Come on, man.
- It's gonna be hours
before EOD plots a path.
Just... share a meal with me.
I said I'm not hungry.
Break bread with me,
for fuck's sake.
- We could die. It's ravioli!
- I said no!
[explosion]
You fucking lunatics!
Fuck, man.
You good?
Yeah.
[sighs]
You know how many people get
shot out here in these hills?
Taliban patrols these
fucking places after night.
We gotta get the fuck
out of here.
No shit.
I'm here to see the colonel
about getting my stripe.
I've been here
for seven months,
and after six months,
you are...
You wanna talk
to Colonel Austin
about your one stripe?
Uh, m-my buddies said
he was the guy.
- Your buddies?
- Yeah. He...
[door clicks open]
Sir!
Private?
The fuck you doing in here?
Sir, he's here to help me
with some things.
Uh-huh.
What?
Well, I just blew
my chance with the colonel.
J... wait.
Look, let me see
if I can help you.
Come over here and we'll take
a peek at your personnel file.
[sighs]
Stealing an ambulance.
I mean, I signed it out
under my name, but...
Unauthorized leave of base.
That was, uh,
community outreach.
Harboring livestock.
- Boz.
- Wow.
I can see why you haven't moved
a rank in seven months.
Look, I...
Look, you don't understand.
I just bought a car that I
can't come close to affording.
I really need a pay raise.
[scoffs]
You know, I bought one of those
cars in my first tour too.
Never drove it.
Sitting in my garage
covered in a tarp,
and I'm still paying it off.
- You are?
- Yeah. But I don't care.
Because when I get out of here,
I'm gonna throw everything
I own in the back seat,
step on the gas,
and not look back.
[laughs]
You know, that was
my secret plan too.
[both laugh]
What's the big deal about
one stripe anyways, huh?
I mean, everyone with an
asshole on this base has one.
Yeah.
Anyway, uh,
thanks for trying to help.
We're sitting ducks
out here.
- We need to do something. Now.
- [sighs]
I was hoping to avoid this,
but...
What the fuck are you doing?
Respect your perimeter!
Relax.
I got a photographic memory.
Got me through high school
without lifting a finger.
I know exactly which way
the dog went.
- Are you sure?
- Fairly sure.
How sure?
Like, 78%.
That's 22% unsure.
We gotta take those odds.
Stop!
What?
If you die,
I need to tell you.
Whatever happens,
it's been real.
Thanks, man.
Don't you wanna say
the same thing back?
[grunts]
Don't really feel like betting
against myself at the moment.
- Right. I get that.
- Yeah.
- Wait!
- What?
Coming with you.
We're in this together,
for better or worse.
Just like old times.
We'll see.
[both breathing shakily]
What's wrong?
If we die...
I don't wanna die mad at you.
I don't wanna die
mad at you either.
This SecCorp thing is fucking
hard for me to move past.
You should know it's hard
for me to move past too.
I forgive you.
I don't need your
motherfucking forgiveness.
But thanks.
[sighs]
That was fucking impressive.
Now that we're safe,
fuck you for joining SecCorp.
Fuck you for not
understanding.
[door clicks open]
There's more on the way.
My superior officer assured me
there'd be gallons of fresh
drinking water supplied
as soon as logistically
possible.
Well, I'm grateful
for the fresh drinking water.
I hope that's what you
need to be... happy.
The water will
make me happy, yes.
Then that makes me
happy too.
We are not talking about
drinking water anymore, are we?
Might as well be.
What...
What is wrong?
[sighs]
You know, I thought about
what it would be like
if that medic never brought you
into my hospital.
And?
No matter what happens,
I'm so goddamn grateful he did.
Whoever is poisoning
our drinking water
will not be happy that you're
interfering with their plans.
Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure
that's my commanding officer's
whole goal here.
[laughs]
Even though I do not know
this man, I admire him.
You and me both.
I had a lot of time to think
on that minefield.
If I'd have gotten blown up
out there,
Alvarez would have
gotten her green card
and been free and clear.
Comforting thought,
but you didn't get blown up.
- Exactly.
- So now
her and I are gonna have
to go through the motions
until this marriage
is deemed genuine.
Plus, you promised yourself
you don't wanna fuck
a married man.
- I was extremely young.
- Still.
While we're on base,
Colonel Austin's gonna
make sure that
this marriage is legit.
There is a plan buried
somewhere in all this, right?
There is.
What?
We do what's right.
And what's right is knowing
that helping Alvarez
is more important than
you and I being together.
Doing what's right
is knowing that if...
you and I are supposed
to be together,
it'll happen someday.
Right?
[exhales sharply]
- No.
- No, fuck it, no.
When did you get all
New Agey about this?
When I realized
it was my fate to walk out
of a minefield alive.
And it's our fate to...
I don't know...
Sacrifice being together
so we can both help somebody
that we really care about.
[scoffs]
Jesus, Roback.
- [sighs]
- [laughs]
- This is a new side of you.
- I know.
- I like it.
- [both laugh]
It's not gonna be easy.
Might be fun.
Wanting to be together
and knowing we can't.
[both laugh]
Most problems begin
with when you can.
You really did some
soul-searching out there
in the minefield, didn't you?
I was fucking scared.
[laughs]
This is the sexiest thing
I've ever done in my life.
Yeah, goes without saying,
me too.
One for the road?
[moans]
Okay, go. Go.
- Yup.
- [clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
So what did
Colonel Austin say?
Why don't you
fuck off, Wittman?
Just fuck off.
You actually bothered
Colonel Austin with this,
didn't you?
[both laugh]
How dumb can you be?
Private, move your flat ass.
This says you not only
saw combat
- but you're a fucking war hero.
- Huh?
The incident at the suicide
gates with the stolen uniforms.
You shot an enemy combatant
before he could detonate
an explosive.
But that's sort of my job.
That's also the sort of thing
that'll get you a bronze star.
Why didn't anyone
tell me this?
- It's the army.
- Takes months for this shit
to wend its way
through the system.
But this should get you
promoted to E-2,
- private second class.
- Thank you, Corporal.
You're welcome.
Thank you all for insisting
that the record
be set straight.
From now on,
I'd be nice to Petrocelli
because he's on the fast track
to outranking all you pricks.
Private Second Class
Petrocelli.
It's got a nice ring to it.
- Congrats.
- Thank you.
I'm proud of the work
you and your team did
on that minefield, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Looks like that EOD you
brought in is gonna make it.
- That's welcome news.
- Mm.
Now I have an important mission
for you and your crew
- to take care of.
- Yes, sir?
You're the only one
I could trust to do this.
Do you mind
if I ask why, sir?
Because I believe you have
a horse in this race.
You saw what SecCorp did
to Buckley.
You were there.
What has this got to do
with SecCorp, sir?
They've overstayed
their unwelcome on this base.
And it's time for me
to do something about it.
- I'm all the way in on that.
- Good.
Because you're gonna be
an important part of this.
How so?
Just deliver the water
for now.
I'll tell you when it's time
to take the next step.
- I'm your man, sir.
- I don't doubt it.
- [laughs]
- Dismissed.
Sir.
Don't let the colonel down.
This one's for Buckley.
You know everything,
don't you, Corporal?
That, I do, Sergeant.
[door slams]
[chuckles]
You suck at this game.
Fuck, you try playing
with three fingers, mate.
I know that look.
Then you know what's next.
We need to clear
that village now
before Austin puts it
on the army's radar
and then there's
no getting it off.
Take what you need.
Finish what you started.
Only way to do that's
to start playing rough.
Well, then play rough!
What the fuck am I
paying you for?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[chicken clucking]
[horn beeping]
[horn blaring]
[people yelling]
[gunfire]
Get everyone out
into the streets!
[explosion, gunfire]
- Get up, let's go.
- Let's go. Out, out.
- Come on, people, move!
- Move your ass! Move! Move!
- Move!
- Get up! Move! Move!
Get up, let's go!
Come on, move your ass!
- Let's go!
- [child screams]
- Come on.
- Just shut that kid up.
[people yelling]
Tell them it's not safe for
any of them to be here anymore.
[speaking native language]
- [grunts]
- [speaking native language]
Tell them we'll be returning,
and if anyone's still resides
in this area,
they'll face dire consequences!
[speaking native language]
[speaking native language]
- Hear what he said? Listen up!
- [baby crying]
No, stop!
[grunts]
Aw, shit.
- All right, clear out!
- Let's go! Move!
Shh, shh, shh.
Come on!
[indistinct chatter]
[people yelling]
[child screaming]
[speaking native language]
[indistinct chatter]
- She okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
- [sighs]
- Major Holloway?
Oh, my God.
Just me.
- Are you okay, ma'am?
- Possible concussion.
Seeing double.
Hey.
Your team did this.
- [coughs]
- What happened?
I got involved.
[groans]
Jesus, are you okay?
[grunting]
Jesus Christ.
[panting]
They're coming back
to clear the town by force.
- We have to stop them.
- We will. Oh, yeah. We will.
Sure as hell will.
I didn't sign up
for this shit.
[baby crying]
Good to have you back.
Glad to be back.
[sighs]