A Grunt's Life (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - What Winning Looks Like - full transcript
Sgt Bishop's newest boot pops his murder cherry, 2ndLt Murphy becomes suspicious about a new player in town, and the brass envision a bright future for Afghanistan.
(electric crackling)
(Arabian flute music)
(helicopter blades chopping)
- [Fox 6] 1 Actual, this is Fox 6.
What's your sitrep?
(radio beeping)
- We got the outer cordon is set,
inner cordon is almost done,
so we're a couple minutes
away from knocking
on this door and bringing
this piece of shit in.
- [Fox 6] And how are we
going to knock, Murphy?
- Softly.
- Good copy, 1.
Your target Maleek Monsoor
is a key leader in the AO.
He has no record of
violence and is expected
to cooperate peacefully.
Break.
Remember that our number
one concern is winning
the hearts and minds of the people here.
So we need to be careful
not to cause any more damage
than absolutely necessary
and treat these people with respect
- 6, you're coming in
broken and unreadable.
Gonna need you to relay
through 1 Bravo, 1 out.
(radio beeping)
1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- [1 Bravo] Go for 1 Bravo.
(radio beeping)
- Gonna need a relay for 6.
- How copy?
- Solid copy, 1.
Try not to kill everyone this time.
- Roger
- [Grunt 1] Lieutenant Murphy, sir!
- Shit.
Enroute!
(upbeat rock music)
Kill
(twangy rock music)
(birds chirping)
- [1-2] Long Bow, this is 1-2.
The outer cordon is set.
Do you guys have eyes on?
- [Long Bow] That's affirm. I got eyes
on three military-age males
conversing in the courtyard.
No PID of weapon systems.
- [1-2] Roger, keep me updated.
- [Long Bow] Solid copy, Long Bow out.
(Arabic speaking within)
- What've you got, Bishop?
- There are a whole lot of male voices
and a whole hell of a lot of shuffles.
I don't like it.
- Goddamn it, CO said this
guy wasn't a fucking threat.
Said he'd go peacefully.
- Any of that sound peaceful to you?
(Arabic speaking within)
(metallic shuffling within)
(LT Murphy deeply exhales)
- We're not supposed
to fuck this place up.
Supposed to be a fucking soft knock.
- Sir, if you wanna play
nice and knock soft,
we can do that.
But if they wanna fuck around,
we can turn all the way up.
(2nd LT Murphy sighs)
- This is why I fuck with you.
- Achmed, get there.
Let's go.
(Achmed knocks)
(shushing and whispering from within)
(Achmed knocks)
(speaking Arabic)
- Open!
(greeting in Arabic)
- We're here for Maleek Monsoor.
(speaking Arabic)
- [2nd LT Murphy] Shit.
(Arabic speaking from within)
- [Achmed] Oh, shit, (indistinct)
- I didn't see a weapon, per se,
but I saw a thing that
could be a fucking weapon.
So we're gonna kick
this fucking door down.
This guy's gonna talk to us.
- Go, hey 1st.
Pick up, let's go.
- 1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- Stack on the door, now.
- Get up, (indistinct).
- Go for 1 Bravo.
- [SGT Bishop] Let's go.
- We got four military-age males
with possible weapons inside.
Standby for updated sitrep, over.
- [SGT Bishop] Don't be a bitch.
- I copy
- Don't be a fucking bitch.
- four military-age males.
- Don't be a bitch.
Don't be a bitch.
- [1 Bravo] Maleek Monsoor still needs
to come back alive, over.
(2nd LT Murphy exhales deeply)
- I see you being a fucking bitch.
- Let me see you be a bitch.
(yelling in Arabic)
- Goddamn it, Achmed.
- Yes, sir.
- Give him more chance.
- What?
- Okay,
before we fuck 'em up.
(yelling in Arabic)
- Sir, I'm trying to tell them
if you don't come outside peacefully
we're gonna enter the home
and take you and, uh, like-
- Violently
- Violently
(yelling in Arabic)
- [1 Bravo] 6, this is 1 Bravo.
- Go for 6.
- [1 Bravo] Fox 1 attempted
to cordon and knock,
but ID'd at least four
military-age males with weapons.
Stand by for updated sitrep, over.
- 1 Bravo, families are
allowed to have weapons.
So, update me ASAP, over.
(other service members radioing)
- 1 Bravo, 6 Actual.
- Go for 1 Bravo
- 1 Bravo, make sure they
attempt diplomatic methods
before entering the home.
How copy?
- [Flirty Grunt 1] You're
such a fucking tease.
- Come here, you.
- Solid copy on diplomacy, 6.
- You know you want it.
- All right, sir,
we gave these pieces of
shit one last chance.
(2nd LT Murphy grunts)
(yelling in Arabic)
- Fucking ready
for this shit, Stevens?
- Rah, sir.
(yelling in Arabic)
- Oh, God.
You need to fucking hide that shit better.
Fucking weakness, let's get it.
- 1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- It's all good, bro.
- Go for 1 Bravo.
- You got this.
- Making entry on the door
- Hey Stevens,
you shitting yourself yet?
- On the north side with
a little more force than
initially planned, how copy?
- [1 Bravo] Roger, 1 Actual,
stand by while I relay
that traffic to 6, over.
- [2nd LT Murphy] 1 Bravo, I
wasn't asking for permission.
I was informing you of our
course of action, over.
- [1 Bravo] I copy, 1.
Give me a second to relay that to higher,
just in case it's better to
walk away from this one, over.
- [Grunt 1] I don't know, bro,
but I hear a fucking Lynx.
That's a negative, 1 Bravo.
We're not walking away.
We've got military-age males with weapons
and suspicious activity.
Part of our mission is
to root out the Taliban.
So that's what we're gonna do, how copy?
- [1 Bravo] 1 Actual,
(suspenseful music)
6 wants you to stand down
until we get more intel, over.
- Bishop, hold up.
- [Grunt 1] Jesus fucking what?
(all groaning)
- [Grunt 1] Hey Stevens,
did you shit yourself?
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
- [Grunt 2] counterinsurgencys
fucking gay, dog.
(airplane flying overhead)
- [Burford] Come on in, Jim.
- [McDonald] Will do sir.
So how are you liking your new post, sir?
- Loving every fucking minute of it.
It's a goddamn dream job.
- It certainly is, sir, it certainly is.
And we are very lucky to
have you at the helm, sir.
- I'm just here to kick some
and stabilize this country.
Let's get to it.
- Of course, sir, at this
point in our deployment
we have a great understanding of our AO.
Our Marines are battle hardened
and they are prepared to do
whatever it takes to win, sir.
- Whatever it takes to win.
(Burford scoffs)
That's good to hear.
What exactly does winning look like?
No civilian casualties.
No giant battles that destroy cities
and displace these people and
disrupt their way of life.
We gotta fight smarter.
I want all HVTs off
the fucking battlefield
and sent through the
Afghan judicial system.
If we can do this, we'll
have bustling bazaars,
exploding commerce, roads, schools
and finally transfer of power
to the Afghan government.
This way they can take
care of their people
and they can keep the Taliban out.
- We are fully capable
of executing that, sir.
- Well, I hope so for your sake,
because if you can pull this off
and you can stay focused on those metrics
no civilian casualties,
ANA and ANP led patrols,
HVTs off the battlefield,
you could be looking at
a star on that collar.
How does that sound, Colonel?
- Outstanding, sir.
Outstanding.
- Out-fucking-standing is right.
- Long Bow, what do we got?
- What the fuck?
Who the fuck told you to fix bayonets?
- [Long Bow] We have eyes
on five military age males
moving frantically between
the courtyard and the rooms.
- Real good shit.
- [Long Bow] I got two
packs filling up sandbags
in the courtyard, over.
(2nd LT Murphy sighs)
- All units, we're making entry by force.
- Davids, get out here.
- Rah, Sergeant.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Get back in there.
- Hey
- Good to go sir.
- Let me get this.
- Sir, I-
- Come on.
You know I'm good for it.
- All right.
Only 'cause you're prior.
And you're the last man to stack.
- Yeah, last one to stack, got it.
- Move.
- Get back.
Boys ready for this shit?
(heavy breathing)
- Marine Corps!
(2nd LT Murphy growls)
Oh, fuck.
- Shit!
(Arabic yelling)
(gunshots firing)
Shit!
- [Grunt 1] Is LT hit?
(2nd LT Murphy groans)
- You good sir?
- Shut up, bitch.
- Did he get shot?
- Did he get tagged?
- [Grunt 1] Ah, 1st, fuck this shit.
- We're gonna frag it.
- 1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- [1 Bravo] Go for 1 Bravo.
We're taking fire from the
north side of the house.
We're going in a little
harder than expected.
- 6, this is 1 Bravo.
They're taking fire from the room
on the north side of the house, over.
- What the fuck?
- 1 Bravo, make sure they
don't any more damage
than absolutely necessary, how copy?
- Lima Charlie, 6.
- [Sergeant] Hey, what
the fuck are you faggots
doing over there?
- What? Nothing, Sergeant!
- Oorah!
- Stevens! Stevens! Ramirez!
Prep your frags!
- Rah Sergeant!
- You guys are throwing in the courtyard.
- But we don't know what's
on the other side, Sergeant.
- Oh, what, you want
first in the stack, then?
- No, Sergeant, the courtyard
sees like a great idea.
- Throw 'em now.
- Frag out!
- Frag out!
(yelling in Arabic from within)
(gunshots firing)
(grenades exploding)
- [Grunt 1] Right sides clear!
(screaming)
- [Grunt 1] Oh, damn, dog,
that was fucking metal.
You see that shit?
(shouting)
- [Grunt 2] Third team,
get a gun on that window.
(gunshots fire)
Second team, hold fast.
He's drowning in his own blood now,
fuck this motherfucker.
- Last one in the stack, huh?
- [Grunt 2] Oh, fucking metal.
- All right, let's go, stack on me.
- 1 Bravo, 6.
Where is my sitrep?
- Enough!
- We really need him to
capture this HVT alive.
- Kill.
Or, uh, rah, sir.
- Key here, gentlemen, shoot straight.
Doesn't matter what
rank you're talking to.
Full bird, General, Commandant
of the Marine Corps.
You shoot 'em straight,
they'll always respect you.
- It's good advice, sir.
- Outstanding, sir.
- Teddy!
- Sir!
- Come on in.
- En route, sir.
See you soon, gents.
(relieved sighing)
- What do you think this is about?
- Probably tell Jones how fucked
up the whole battalion is.
- We've taken 80 casualties in
four months, I think we know.
Every unit takes casualties.
What McDonald doesn't know is that we
deployed with an untrained boot drop
led by NCOs with zero combat experience.
Now we're conducting
COIN ops with shady turps
in a population that doesn't want us here.
- Kinda makes you wonder what
the fuck we're doing here.
- We're setting ourselves
up for a battalion command.
That's what we're doing.
(airplane flying overhead)
- Sir, all I need is
your commander's intent
and I can make it happen.
- Glad you brought that up, Teddy.
My intent is to win.
Let me tell you what winning looks like.
Winning means no civilian casualties.
It means no large battles
that destroy cities
and disrupt people.
We need to fight smarter
by capturing HVTs and
getting them processed through
the Afghan judicial system.
If we can do that, we can
have bustling bazaars,
exploding commerce, roads, schools-
- And finally transfer power
to local security forces.
Build government infrastructure.
Keep the peace.
Keep the Taliban out.
Afghanistan has a bright
future, gentleman.
We're gonna create it.
(airplane flying overhead)
- Fire!
(whooshing)
(Female singing)
(Arabic flute playing)
(groaning)
(panicked Arabic speaking)
(grenade exploding)
- Get down! Get down!
(moaning)
- Get down! Put the gun down now!
Put the gun down now!
- Get down now!
- Get down! Put it on the floor, now!
Put your gun down now.
Get on the floor.
Get on the fucking-
(gunshots fire)
Put your gun now.
Get on the fucking floor.
- I fucking told you.
- Don't fuck with us, get
on the fucking ground.
Get down!
- Get the fuck down!
- Hey, cover me.
- I got you, brother.
Fuck this, little fucking-
You see that shit?
You like that, motherfucker?
You want this, fuck?
Get down there.
- Get on the fucking ground!
(speaking Arabic)
Fuck!
(platoon laughing)
- [Grunt 1] Are you fucking kidding me?
(speaking Arabic)
- Achmed, he's looking this way, come on.
(platoon heckling Barky)
- Boot!
- Hey, Barky the boot.
Barky the fucking boot,
- Hey, let's go.
- Let's fucking go, Barky.
What are you gonna do about it?
(yelling in Arabic)
(gunshot blasting)
- Yeah, oh, sh-
shit!
(Barky laughs maniacally)
Ain't that fucking funny?
(groaning)
- [Grunt 2] Hey, do it again for me bro.
(laughing)
Hey Barky,
shoot 'em again bro.
Oh man, that got my dick hard.
Don't touch my dick though, you bitch.
- So beautiful.
- I think he's good now, Sergeant.
- You murder every single
of 'em, just like that.
- [Grunt 1] Hey, I told you
that motherfucker was crazy.
I saw in his eyes, boy.
He'll kill fucking babies, bro.
- Hey, nice fucking shot, show off.
Better hope that wasn't our fucking HVT.
- Good to go, sir.
- Ask him.
(speaking Arabic)
- This is Maleek Monsoor, he's dead.
- Good one.
- And he has a lot of information
If we promise to let him go.
- Let him go?
Why the fuck should we believe him?
(speaking Arabic)
- He would tell us only in
a private, if we let him go.
- He can tell us from the privacy
of his new cage back at base.
Piece of shit.
1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
We got a bunch of enemy KIA, two POWs.
Break.
Not sure which one is Maleek Monsoor.
Break.
I think we're gonna RTB, 1 out.
(upbeat rock music)
- [1 Bravo] Solid copy,
(yelling in Arabic)
6 is gonna be pissed.
- Shut the fuck up.
- [1 Bravo] 6, this is 1 Bravo.
- Go for 6.
- [1 Bravo] 1 Actual reports
six enemy KIA with two POWs.
Unsure which one is the HVT, over.
(thudding)
(rock music continues)
(speaking in Arabic)
- [Grunt 1] What the fuck is he saying?
- [Grunt 2] Tell him to fucking shut up.
- [Grunt 3] Did he just say bukakke?
- Shut the fuck up, bitch.
- [Grunt 2] I think this guy wants you to
bust on his face, bro.
(speaking in Arabic)
- [Grunt 1] He's running!
- [Grunt 2] Runner, runner, runner!
(female singing hauntingly)
- Please.
(gunshot firing)
(moaning)
- Oh, fuck.
- Shit.
- I got dust in my eye.
- Who shot?
- Who got that?
- Fuck.
- Who call next?
- It better not
be one of y'all.
- Hit 'em again!
- What?
- Sir!
I thought junior Marines eat first.
- Shut up.
- Rah, sir.
- You got two points?
- Three points for you.
- Nah, that was a three.
- Fuck.
(groaning)
- [2nd LT Murphy] What do you think?
- Ah, if you ask me sir, I say fuck 'em.
There's too many rock piles out there.
(screaming)
I ain't about to risk one
of my guys getting hurt
for that piece of shit.
(agonized yelling)
- Fuck 'em. We leave him.
Mm Mm.
- Achmed.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, bring that
another prisoner up here.
- Hey, what are you trying to do, sir?
- We'll risk the prisoner's life
Untie him.
Good.
Now, tell him that we're gonna
give him a great opportunity
to go save his buddy's life
and bring him back with us for
some top notch medical care.
(speaking Arabic)
(moaning)
- He said he doesn't like him.
He doesn't give a about him.
- Okay.
Fucking face outboard.
That's good to go.
Tell if he doesn't go save his friend,
I'm gonna blast his fucking face in.
(speaking Arabic)
- Just go. Do it.
Just go.
(sighing)
(speaking Arabic)
- Oh, okay (indistinct)
(explosive detonating)
- Shit!
- Shit!
- Oh, fuck.
. Turn over on downs.
. Woo!
- What was that?
Oh God, motherfucker.
(surprised chattering)
- Dope.
- That was so fucking sick.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Need a hand, bro?
(rock music)
- [Grunt 1] I got an extra hand for ya.
- Shit.
Fuck 'em.
- Uh-
- That's crazy.
- I think we're good to push.
- Roger that, sir.
- Yeah
(SGT Bishop Whistles)
Let's go.
(upbeat rock music)
- [Grunt 1] Hey, don't touch
the fucking body parts.
(speaking Arabic)
(grunting)
- [Weight Lifter] That's the good stuff.
(grunting)
- [Tea Bagger] Oh, you
like that, don't you?
- What the fuck is this, the holocaust,?
Let it bounce top your head, bubby.
- I wish I could put you in a
concentration camp, you fuck.
- [Tea Bagger] You need to fucking
concentrate.
♪ Hey, hey, you, you, ♪
♪ I don't like your girlfriend. ♪
♪ No way, no way, ♪
♪ I think you need a new one. ♪
♪ Hey, hey, you, you, ♪
♪ I don't like your girlfriend. ♪
(pained crying)
(splattering)
- (indistinct) Bishop.
- Did you say Bishop?
(groaning)
(wet slapping)
You're so fucking prude.
(moaning)
Yeah, baby.
Mm, bend for me, bend for me.
Oh.
(whistling)
- [SSGT Rich] Well?
- I'll tell you in a second.
(beeping)
- [Fox 6] Fox 1, this is 6.
Please, come in 1.
- Please.
- 5, this is 1 Actual.
- 1 Actual, this is 6.
Can I get the status of Maleek Monsoor?
- Maleek Monsoor is KIA, over.
(shots firing)
- 1, I cannot overstate the importance
of bringing in these key leaders alive.
This is COIN.
Minimize casualties.
Do you copy?
Hearts and minds.
- [2nd LT Murphy] Solid
copy on all, 5, 1 out.
(shots firing)
- I gotta go debrief the patrol
and then tell you all about it.
Good to go?
Chill out, it's not that bad.
(whistling)
- Lieutenant, this was an
important key leader to our AO.
It was imperative that we process him
through the Afghan judicial system
in order to build legitimacy
for the Afghan government.
Do you understand we're fighting
a counterinsurgency, Lieutenant?
- Yes sir, I do.
But the platoon encountered
fierce resistance
including enemy machine guns
and they had no choice
but to protect themselves.
Sir, my Marines can't
come soft into a compound
full of military age males with weapons.
- I understand it's dangerous, Lieutenant,
but there are other ways,
more diplomatic ways
to achieve what we want in this AO.
We cannot always resort to violence
or we'll never win the hearts
and minds of the population.
I need you on board
with this mission, Dera.
- I copy all, sir.
We are prepared to execute
a counterinsurgency strategy
and win hearts and minds, sir.
- Good copy.
Dera, losing Captain Berry was unfortunate
- And you are now the
acting company commander
because I believe you can do the job,
but if you prove to me that you cannot,
I will bring in another captain from S3
to take over Fox Company command.
It's not gonna look good on your FITREP.
You understand me, Lieutenant?
- Good copy, sir.
- (indistinct) out.
(shots firing)
- Good shit today
(SGT Bishop laughs)
All right?
- Rah, gents.
(all rah-ing)
How we doing?
(all rah-ing)
Now, let's focus on the important shit.
How many kills we get?
- Like six.
- 12?
- 13?
- 69.
- At least one.
- 38.
- Okay, sounds like we're not
on the same page about this shit.
So, let's fucking run it back.
First up, Bishop.
- Sir?
- You fucking fried
that guy in the machine gun, right?
- That's right.
- That's good shit.
Got my Dick a little hard.
Next up, we got Barky
with the Bayonet kill.
- Err
- Now who the fuck
called fixed bayonets?
Yeah, I don't remember either.
Not gonna lie, little fucking
jealous about that shit.
Good to go?
- Err
- Anyways, next up Bishop.
- Sir.
- You had that dude in the corner, right?
- That's right.
- Okay and then you had that dude
try to sneak up on the machine gun.
- Yes sir.
- Yeah, I let you
have that one, good to go?
- Good to go.
- Okay, actions in the courtyard.
Bishop again.
- Yes sir.
- Fried those two fucking dudes
in the back of the courtyard, right?
- Yes sir.
- Yeah, it's fucking,
it's good shit, little softball toss.
I respect it.
Then who was it next up, we have Mendez.
Fucking, you cut that dude in half
with a fucking SAW right?
- Fucking A, sir.
- Holding the AK above his head.
Listen, I want you to know
that's was a good fucking call.
That dude should not have had his hand
on the fucking trigger.
Fuck that guy.
- Roger that, sir.
Finishing out, courtyard
kills was Barky again,
shooting our HVT in the fucking face.
(platoon laughs)
Now, hey, come here, bring it in.
Wanna get on the same
page about this shit.
This was fucking justified, good to go?
(platoon agreeing)
Because what I saw was my
Marine in an altercation
with the prisoner of war.
So fearing for his life,
blasted his fucking face in.
(platoon agreeing)
- That's right.
- Anyways,
glad we're on the same
page about that shit.
Let's get to the bad shit.
Breach.
Kind of fucked that one up, didn't I?
My bad, haven't kicked a door in
since Phantom fucking Fury.
So, gotta fucking clean that shit up.
(laughing)
Then the patrol home, what happened there?
- The prisoner kept yelling
bukakke or some shit.
- Bukakke? Standby.
- Yeah, he kept yelling wild bukakke,
so I told him, shut the up.
That's when he started running and shit.
- Then you fucking smoked him, sir.
- That's some fucking-
- Hey, hey, hey.
That's a negative, devil.
That dude was still alive after I hit him.
He was alive until the
other guy popped the IED.
So that's fucking zero points for me.
- [Grunt 1] Oh, damn.
- Oh, sucks sir.
- Okay, speaking of which,
I'm not exactly sure if
sending another prisoner
to aid a prisoner in an
IED laden environment
is an official TTP.
So, if you find yourself
in a similar situation
fucking use good judgment.
- Rah, sir.
- Err.
- All right, so that gives
us a kill total of 8.
- Err.
- Errah.
- Pretty fucking solid numbers,
but never forget,
You can always kill more.
- Rah!
- That's right.
Complacency kills, as does weakness.
Training every day.
Kill!
(all shouting kill)
- Kill!
- Shut your bitch ass up
before I have to remediate
your bitch ass Stevens.
(rock music)
(electric crackling)
(Arabian flute music)
(helicopter blades chopping)
- [Fox 6] 1 Actual, this is Fox 6.
What's your sitrep?
(radio beeping)
- We got the outer cordon is set,
inner cordon is almost done,
so we're a couple minutes
away from knocking
on this door and bringing
this piece of shit in.
- [Fox 6] And how are we
going to knock, Murphy?
- Softly.
- Good copy, 1.
Your target Maleek Monsoor
is a key leader in the AO.
He has no record of
violence and is expected
to cooperate peacefully.
Break.
Remember that our number
one concern is winning
the hearts and minds of the people here.
So we need to be careful
not to cause any more damage
than absolutely necessary
and treat these people with respect
- 6, you're coming in
broken and unreadable.
Gonna need you to relay
through 1 Bravo, 1 out.
(radio beeping)
1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- [1 Bravo] Go for 1 Bravo.
(radio beeping)
- Gonna need a relay for 6.
- How copy?
- Solid copy, 1.
Try not to kill everyone this time.
- Roger
- [Grunt 1] Lieutenant Murphy, sir!
- Shit.
Enroute!
(upbeat rock music)
Kill
(twangy rock music)
(birds chirping)
- [1-2] Long Bow, this is 1-2.
The outer cordon is set.
Do you guys have eyes on?
- [Long Bow] That's affirm. I got eyes
on three military-age males
conversing in the courtyard.
No PID of weapon systems.
- [1-2] Roger, keep me updated.
- [Long Bow] Solid copy, Long Bow out.
(Arabic speaking within)
- What've you got, Bishop?
- There are a whole lot of male voices
and a whole hell of a lot of shuffles.
I don't like it.
- Goddamn it, CO said this
guy wasn't a fucking threat.
Said he'd go peacefully.
- Any of that sound peaceful to you?
(Arabic speaking within)
(metallic shuffling within)
(LT Murphy deeply exhales)
- We're not supposed
to fuck this place up.
Supposed to be a fucking soft knock.
- Sir, if you wanna play
nice and knock soft,
we can do that.
But if they wanna fuck around,
we can turn all the way up.
(2nd LT Murphy sighs)
- This is why I fuck with you.
- Achmed, get there.
Let's go.
(Achmed knocks)
(shushing and whispering from within)
(Achmed knocks)
(speaking Arabic)
- Open!
(greeting in Arabic)
- We're here for Maleek Monsoor.
(speaking Arabic)
- [2nd LT Murphy] Shit.
(Arabic speaking from within)
- [Achmed] Oh, shit, (indistinct)
- I didn't see a weapon, per se,
but I saw a thing that
could be a fucking weapon.
So we're gonna kick
this fucking door down.
This guy's gonna talk to us.
- Go, hey 1st.
Pick up, let's go.
- 1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- Stack on the door, now.
- Get up, (indistinct).
- Go for 1 Bravo.
- [SGT Bishop] Let's go.
- We got four military-age males
with possible weapons inside.
Standby for updated sitrep, over.
- [SGT Bishop] Don't be a bitch.
- I copy
- Don't be a fucking bitch.
- four military-age males.
- Don't be a bitch.
Don't be a bitch.
- [1 Bravo] Maleek Monsoor still needs
to come back alive, over.
(2nd LT Murphy exhales deeply)
- I see you being a fucking bitch.
- Let me see you be a bitch.
(yelling in Arabic)
- Goddamn it, Achmed.
- Yes, sir.
- Give him more chance.
- What?
- Okay,
before we fuck 'em up.
(yelling in Arabic)
- Sir, I'm trying to tell them
if you don't come outside peacefully
we're gonna enter the home
and take you and, uh, like-
- Violently
- Violently
(yelling in Arabic)
- [1 Bravo] 6, this is 1 Bravo.
- Go for 6.
- [1 Bravo] Fox 1 attempted
to cordon and knock,
but ID'd at least four
military-age males with weapons.
Stand by for updated sitrep, over.
- 1 Bravo, families are
allowed to have weapons.
So, update me ASAP, over.
(other service members radioing)
- 1 Bravo, 6 Actual.
- Go for 1 Bravo
- 1 Bravo, make sure they
attempt diplomatic methods
before entering the home.
How copy?
- [Flirty Grunt 1] You're
such a fucking tease.
- Come here, you.
- Solid copy on diplomacy, 6.
- You know you want it.
- All right, sir,
we gave these pieces of
shit one last chance.
(2nd LT Murphy grunts)
(yelling in Arabic)
- Fucking ready
for this shit, Stevens?
- Rah, sir.
(yelling in Arabic)
- Oh, God.
You need to fucking hide that shit better.
Fucking weakness, let's get it.
- 1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- It's all good, bro.
- Go for 1 Bravo.
- You got this.
- Making entry on the door
- Hey Stevens,
you shitting yourself yet?
- On the north side with
a little more force than
initially planned, how copy?
- [1 Bravo] Roger, 1 Actual,
stand by while I relay
that traffic to 6, over.
- [2nd LT Murphy] 1 Bravo, I
wasn't asking for permission.
I was informing you of our
course of action, over.
- [1 Bravo] I copy, 1.
Give me a second to relay that to higher,
just in case it's better to
walk away from this one, over.
- [Grunt 1] I don't know, bro,
but I hear a fucking Lynx.
That's a negative, 1 Bravo.
We're not walking away.
We've got military-age males with weapons
and suspicious activity.
Part of our mission is
to root out the Taliban.
So that's what we're gonna do, how copy?
- [1 Bravo] 1 Actual,
(suspenseful music)
6 wants you to stand down
until we get more intel, over.
- Bishop, hold up.
- [Grunt 1] Jesus fucking what?
(all groaning)
- [Grunt 1] Hey Stevens,
did you shit yourself?
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
- [Grunt 2] counterinsurgencys
fucking gay, dog.
(airplane flying overhead)
- [Burford] Come on in, Jim.
- [McDonald] Will do sir.
So how are you liking your new post, sir?
- Loving every fucking minute of it.
It's a goddamn dream job.
- It certainly is, sir, it certainly is.
And we are very lucky to
have you at the helm, sir.
- I'm just here to kick some
and stabilize this country.
Let's get to it.
- Of course, sir, at this
point in our deployment
we have a great understanding of our AO.
Our Marines are battle hardened
and they are prepared to do
whatever it takes to win, sir.
- Whatever it takes to win.
(Burford scoffs)
That's good to hear.
What exactly does winning look like?
No civilian casualties.
No giant battles that destroy cities
and displace these people and
disrupt their way of life.
We gotta fight smarter.
I want all HVTs off
the fucking battlefield
and sent through the
Afghan judicial system.
If we can do this, we'll
have bustling bazaars,
exploding commerce, roads, schools
and finally transfer of power
to the Afghan government.
This way they can take
care of their people
and they can keep the Taliban out.
- We are fully capable
of executing that, sir.
- Well, I hope so for your sake,
because if you can pull this off
and you can stay focused on those metrics
no civilian casualties,
ANA and ANP led patrols,
HVTs off the battlefield,
you could be looking at
a star on that collar.
How does that sound, Colonel?
- Outstanding, sir.
Outstanding.
- Out-fucking-standing is right.
- Long Bow, what do we got?
- What the fuck?
Who the fuck told you to fix bayonets?
- [Long Bow] We have eyes
on five military age males
moving frantically between
the courtyard and the rooms.
- Real good shit.
- [Long Bow] I got two
packs filling up sandbags
in the courtyard, over.
(2nd LT Murphy sighs)
- All units, we're making entry by force.
- Davids, get out here.
- Rah, Sergeant.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Get back in there.
- Hey
- Good to go sir.
- Let me get this.
- Sir, I-
- Come on.
You know I'm good for it.
- All right.
Only 'cause you're prior.
And you're the last man to stack.
- Yeah, last one to stack, got it.
- Move.
- Get back.
Boys ready for this shit?
(heavy breathing)
- Marine Corps!
(2nd LT Murphy growls)
Oh, fuck.
- Shit!
(Arabic yelling)
(gunshots firing)
Shit!
- [Grunt 1] Is LT hit?
(2nd LT Murphy groans)
- You good sir?
- Shut up, bitch.
- Did he get shot?
- Did he get tagged?
- [Grunt 1] Ah, 1st, fuck this shit.
- We're gonna frag it.
- 1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
- [1 Bravo] Go for 1 Bravo.
We're taking fire from the
north side of the house.
We're going in a little
harder than expected.
- 6, this is 1 Bravo.
They're taking fire from the room
on the north side of the house, over.
- What the fuck?
- 1 Bravo, make sure they
don't any more damage
than absolutely necessary, how copy?
- Lima Charlie, 6.
- [Sergeant] Hey, what
the fuck are you faggots
doing over there?
- What? Nothing, Sergeant!
- Oorah!
- Stevens! Stevens! Ramirez!
Prep your frags!
- Rah Sergeant!
- You guys are throwing in the courtyard.
- But we don't know what's
on the other side, Sergeant.
- Oh, what, you want
first in the stack, then?
- No, Sergeant, the courtyard
sees like a great idea.
- Throw 'em now.
- Frag out!
- Frag out!
(yelling in Arabic from within)
(gunshots firing)
(grenades exploding)
- [Grunt 1] Right sides clear!
(screaming)
- [Grunt 1] Oh, damn, dog,
that was fucking metal.
You see that shit?
(shouting)
- [Grunt 2] Third team,
get a gun on that window.
(gunshots fire)
Second team, hold fast.
He's drowning in his own blood now,
fuck this motherfucker.
- Last one in the stack, huh?
- [Grunt 2] Oh, fucking metal.
- All right, let's go, stack on me.
- 1 Bravo, 6.
Where is my sitrep?
- Enough!
- We really need him to
capture this HVT alive.
- Kill.
Or, uh, rah, sir.
- Key here, gentlemen, shoot straight.
Doesn't matter what
rank you're talking to.
Full bird, General, Commandant
of the Marine Corps.
You shoot 'em straight,
they'll always respect you.
- It's good advice, sir.
- Outstanding, sir.
- Teddy!
- Sir!
- Come on in.
- En route, sir.
See you soon, gents.
(relieved sighing)
- What do you think this is about?
- Probably tell Jones how fucked
up the whole battalion is.
- We've taken 80 casualties in
four months, I think we know.
Every unit takes casualties.
What McDonald doesn't know is that we
deployed with an untrained boot drop
led by NCOs with zero combat experience.
Now we're conducting
COIN ops with shady turps
in a population that doesn't want us here.
- Kinda makes you wonder what
the fuck we're doing here.
- We're setting ourselves
up for a battalion command.
That's what we're doing.
(airplane flying overhead)
- Sir, all I need is
your commander's intent
and I can make it happen.
- Glad you brought that up, Teddy.
My intent is to win.
Let me tell you what winning looks like.
Winning means no civilian casualties.
It means no large battles
that destroy cities
and disrupt people.
We need to fight smarter
by capturing HVTs and
getting them processed through
the Afghan judicial system.
If we can do that, we can
have bustling bazaars,
exploding commerce, roads, schools-
- And finally transfer power
to local security forces.
Build government infrastructure.
Keep the peace.
Keep the Taliban out.
Afghanistan has a bright
future, gentleman.
We're gonna create it.
(airplane flying overhead)
- Fire!
(whooshing)
(Female singing)
(Arabic flute playing)
(groaning)
(panicked Arabic speaking)
(grenade exploding)
- Get down! Get down!
(moaning)
- Get down! Put the gun down now!
Put the gun down now!
- Get down now!
- Get down! Put it on the floor, now!
Put your gun down now.
Get on the floor.
Get on the fucking-
(gunshots fire)
Put your gun now.
Get on the fucking floor.
- I fucking told you.
- Don't fuck with us, get
on the fucking ground.
Get down!
- Get the fuck down!
- Hey, cover me.
- I got you, brother.
Fuck this, little fucking-
You see that shit?
You like that, motherfucker?
You want this, fuck?
Get down there.
- Get on the fucking ground!
(speaking Arabic)
Fuck!
(platoon laughing)
- [Grunt 1] Are you fucking kidding me?
(speaking Arabic)
- Achmed, he's looking this way, come on.
(platoon heckling Barky)
- Boot!
- Hey, Barky the boot.
Barky the fucking boot,
- Hey, let's go.
- Let's fucking go, Barky.
What are you gonna do about it?
(yelling in Arabic)
(gunshot blasting)
- Yeah, oh, sh-
shit!
(Barky laughs maniacally)
Ain't that fucking funny?
(groaning)
- [Grunt 2] Hey, do it again for me bro.
(laughing)
Hey Barky,
shoot 'em again bro.
Oh man, that got my dick hard.
Don't touch my dick though, you bitch.
- So beautiful.
- I think he's good now, Sergeant.
- You murder every single
of 'em, just like that.
- [Grunt 1] Hey, I told you
that motherfucker was crazy.
I saw in his eyes, boy.
He'll kill fucking babies, bro.
- Hey, nice fucking shot, show off.
Better hope that wasn't our fucking HVT.
- Good to go, sir.
- Ask him.
(speaking Arabic)
- This is Maleek Monsoor, he's dead.
- Good one.
- And he has a lot of information
If we promise to let him go.
- Let him go?
Why the fuck should we believe him?
(speaking Arabic)
- He would tell us only in
a private, if we let him go.
- He can tell us from the privacy
of his new cage back at base.
Piece of shit.
1 Bravo, 1 Actual.
We got a bunch of enemy KIA, two POWs.
Break.
Not sure which one is Maleek Monsoor.
Break.
I think we're gonna RTB, 1 out.
(upbeat rock music)
- [1 Bravo] Solid copy,
(yelling in Arabic)
6 is gonna be pissed.
- Shut the fuck up.
- [1 Bravo] 6, this is 1 Bravo.
- Go for 6.
- [1 Bravo] 1 Actual reports
six enemy KIA with two POWs.
Unsure which one is the HVT, over.
(thudding)
(rock music continues)
(speaking in Arabic)
- [Grunt 1] What the fuck is he saying?
- [Grunt 2] Tell him to fucking shut up.
- [Grunt 3] Did he just say bukakke?
- Shut the fuck up, bitch.
- [Grunt 2] I think this guy wants you to
bust on his face, bro.
(speaking in Arabic)
- [Grunt 1] He's running!
- [Grunt 2] Runner, runner, runner!
(female singing hauntingly)
- Please.
(gunshot firing)
(moaning)
- Oh, fuck.
- Shit.
- I got dust in my eye.
- Who shot?
- Who got that?
- Fuck.
- Who call next?
- It better not
be one of y'all.
- Hit 'em again!
- What?
- Sir!
I thought junior Marines eat first.
- Shut up.
- Rah, sir.
- You got two points?
- Three points for you.
- Nah, that was a three.
- Fuck.
(groaning)
- [2nd LT Murphy] What do you think?
- Ah, if you ask me sir, I say fuck 'em.
There's too many rock piles out there.
(screaming)
I ain't about to risk one
of my guys getting hurt
for that piece of shit.
(agonized yelling)
- Fuck 'em. We leave him.
Mm Mm.
- Achmed.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, bring that
another prisoner up here.
- Hey, what are you trying to do, sir?
- We'll risk the prisoner's life
Untie him.
Good.
Now, tell him that we're gonna
give him a great opportunity
to go save his buddy's life
and bring him back with us for
some top notch medical care.
(speaking Arabic)
(moaning)
- He said he doesn't like him.
He doesn't give a about him.
- Okay.
Fucking face outboard.
That's good to go.
Tell if he doesn't go save his friend,
I'm gonna blast his fucking face in.
(speaking Arabic)
- Just go. Do it.
Just go.
(sighing)
(speaking Arabic)
- Oh, okay (indistinct)
(explosive detonating)
- Shit!
- Shit!
- Oh, fuck.
. Turn over on downs.
. Woo!
- What was that?
Oh God, motherfucker.
(surprised chattering)
- Dope.
- That was so fucking sick.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Need a hand, bro?
(rock music)
- [Grunt 1] I got an extra hand for ya.
- Shit.
Fuck 'em.
- Uh-
- That's crazy.
- I think we're good to push.
- Roger that, sir.
- Yeah
(SGT Bishop Whistles)
Let's go.
(upbeat rock music)
- [Grunt 1] Hey, don't touch
the fucking body parts.
(speaking Arabic)
(grunting)
- [Weight Lifter] That's the good stuff.
(grunting)
- [Tea Bagger] Oh, you
like that, don't you?
- What the fuck is this, the holocaust,?
Let it bounce top your head, bubby.
- I wish I could put you in a
concentration camp, you fuck.
- [Tea Bagger] You need to fucking
concentrate.
♪ Hey, hey, you, you, ♪
♪ I don't like your girlfriend. ♪
♪ No way, no way, ♪
♪ I think you need a new one. ♪
♪ Hey, hey, you, you, ♪
♪ I don't like your girlfriend. ♪
(pained crying)
(splattering)
- (indistinct) Bishop.
- Did you say Bishop?
(groaning)
(wet slapping)
You're so fucking prude.
(moaning)
Yeah, baby.
Mm, bend for me, bend for me.
Oh.
(whistling)
- [SSGT Rich] Well?
- I'll tell you in a second.
(beeping)
- [Fox 6] Fox 1, this is 6.
Please, come in 1.
- Please.
- 5, this is 1 Actual.
- 1 Actual, this is 6.
Can I get the status of Maleek Monsoor?
- Maleek Monsoor is KIA, over.
(shots firing)
- 1, I cannot overstate the importance
of bringing in these key leaders alive.
This is COIN.
Minimize casualties.
Do you copy?
Hearts and minds.
- [2nd LT Murphy] Solid
copy on all, 5, 1 out.
(shots firing)
- I gotta go debrief the patrol
and then tell you all about it.
Good to go?
Chill out, it's not that bad.
(whistling)
- Lieutenant, this was an
important key leader to our AO.
It was imperative that we process him
through the Afghan judicial system
in order to build legitimacy
for the Afghan government.
Do you understand we're fighting
a counterinsurgency, Lieutenant?
- Yes sir, I do.
But the platoon encountered
fierce resistance
including enemy machine guns
and they had no choice
but to protect themselves.
Sir, my Marines can't
come soft into a compound
full of military age males with weapons.
- I understand it's dangerous, Lieutenant,
but there are other ways,
more diplomatic ways
to achieve what we want in this AO.
We cannot always resort to violence
or we'll never win the hearts
and minds of the population.
I need you on board
with this mission, Dera.
- I copy all, sir.
We are prepared to execute
a counterinsurgency strategy
and win hearts and minds, sir.
- Good copy.
Dera, losing Captain Berry was unfortunate
- And you are now the
acting company commander
because I believe you can do the job,
but if you prove to me that you cannot,
I will bring in another captain from S3
to take over Fox Company command.
It's not gonna look good on your FITREP.
You understand me, Lieutenant?
- Good copy, sir.
- (indistinct) out.
(shots firing)
- Good shit today
(SGT Bishop laughs)
All right?
- Rah, gents.
(all rah-ing)
How we doing?
(all rah-ing)
Now, let's focus on the important shit.
How many kills we get?
- Like six.
- 12?
- 13?
- 69.
- At least one.
- 38.
- Okay, sounds like we're not
on the same page about this shit.
So, let's fucking run it back.
First up, Bishop.
- Sir?
- You fucking fried
that guy in the machine gun, right?
- That's right.
- That's good shit.
Got my Dick a little hard.
Next up, we got Barky
with the Bayonet kill.
- Err
- Now who the fuck
called fixed bayonets?
Yeah, I don't remember either.
Not gonna lie, little fucking
jealous about that shit.
Good to go?
- Err
- Anyways, next up Bishop.
- Sir.
- You had that dude in the corner, right?
- That's right.
- Okay and then you had that dude
try to sneak up on the machine gun.
- Yes sir.
- Yeah, I let you
have that one, good to go?
- Good to go.
- Okay, actions in the courtyard.
Bishop again.
- Yes sir.
- Fried those two fucking dudes
in the back of the courtyard, right?
- Yes sir.
- Yeah, it's fucking,
it's good shit, little softball toss.
I respect it.
Then who was it next up, we have Mendez.
Fucking, you cut that dude in half
with a fucking SAW right?
- Fucking A, sir.
- Holding the AK above his head.
Listen, I want you to know
that's was a good fucking call.
That dude should not have had his hand
on the fucking trigger.
Fuck that guy.
- Roger that, sir.
Finishing out, courtyard
kills was Barky again,
shooting our HVT in the fucking face.
(platoon laughs)
Now, hey, come here, bring it in.
Wanna get on the same
page about this shit.
This was fucking justified, good to go?
(platoon agreeing)
Because what I saw was my
Marine in an altercation
with the prisoner of war.
So fearing for his life,
blasted his fucking face in.
(platoon agreeing)
- That's right.
- Anyways,
glad we're on the same
page about that shit.
Let's get to the bad shit.
Breach.
Kind of fucked that one up, didn't I?
My bad, haven't kicked a door in
since Phantom fucking Fury.
So, gotta fucking clean that shit up.
(laughing)
Then the patrol home, what happened there?
- The prisoner kept yelling
bukakke or some shit.
- Bukakke? Standby.
- Yeah, he kept yelling wild bukakke,
so I told him, shut the up.
That's when he started running and shit.
- Then you fucking smoked him, sir.
- That's some fucking-
- Hey, hey, hey.
That's a negative, devil.
That dude was still alive after I hit him.
He was alive until the
other guy popped the IED.
So that's fucking zero points for me.
- [Grunt 1] Oh, damn.
- Oh, sucks sir.
- Okay, speaking of which,
I'm not exactly sure if
sending another prisoner
to aid a prisoner in an
IED laden environment
is an official TTP.
So, if you find yourself
in a similar situation
fucking use good judgment.
- Rah, sir.
- Err.
- All right, so that gives
us a kill total of 8.
- Err.
- Errah.
- Pretty fucking solid numbers,
but never forget,
You can always kill more.
- Rah!
- That's right.
Complacency kills, as does weakness.
Training every day.
Kill!
(all shouting kill)
- Kill!
- Shut your bitch ass up
before I have to remediate
your bitch ass Stevens.
(rock music)
(electric crackling)