A Grunt's Life (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - War Be With You - full transcript
The platoon goes after Mohammed al-Buhtpaki, and get more than they expected.
(electrical buzzing)
(rustling)
- Staff Sergeant.
The squad's good to go,
other than the fact
that Peltier took a shit
and I can smell it all the way over here.
But we're up.
- Copy.
- Okay.
- Good to go.
- Yup.
(tense music)
- [Radio] Sniper One is set, we have eyes
on two tangos in building two.
- Support by fire is set.
We have eyes on building one.
- Are you gonna give it to me, baby?
- Oh, I'm gonna give it all
to you, papi, all of it.
(dramatic music)
- [Marine] Assault team set.
Placing breach now.
(dramatic music)
Breach is set.
- [Radio] Roger, One.
Sniper has a shot.
- All stations, 10 seconds to breach.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
- [Marine] I've got two
windows and two doors.
Oh shit, move.
(gunfire)
- Keep shooting 'em, keep shooting 'em.
Woo!
- [Marine] Court yard clear.
(automatic gunfire)
(screaming)
(growling)
- [Marine] Hang on, man!
- Take the door on my left.
Second team, you guys
got the door on my right.
Third team, you're in reserve.
Prep your frags.
Get ready to waste these mother fuckers.
- [Marines] Oorah.
- No fuckin' mercy!
(war dawg howl)
- Let's go, let's go!
Stack up on me.
Watch out for third team.
(whimpering)
- Where's he hit?
Where's he hit?
- Uh, pelvic grid.
- Fuck! Ah!
- 2 casualties.
One ANP, one Marine.
Standby for ZMIST.
- One Actual, One Bravo.
Standing by for ZMIST
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- Don't worry, Stevens,
you still got your dick.
You'll be fucking again in no time.
- That's wonderful.
- Bravo, One Actual, the ANP's dead.
Standby for ZAP number.
- Delta, Sierra, 2-9-8-3.
- Ah!
- Mechanism of injury, gunshot wound
to the pelvic grid.
- Moderate bleeding, heart rate above 180.
- Moderate bleeding, heart rate above 180.
- I'm still gonna fuck. Ha, ha, ha!
I'm still gonna fuck.
I'm still gonna fuck.
- Possible shock.
- Fox Six, this is One Bravo.
Standby for ZMIST.
(phone ringing)
(phone buzzing)
(prisoner coughing)
(speaking in foreign language)
- Yo, I got two on the roof.
- On scope?
- On target.
- Send it.
(gunshot)
- Hit.
- God, that's hot.
- I'm still trying to get
that fucking knife kill, dawg.
- Well, when we get to
clear this next compound
you might get your chance.
There is still hope for you, my bro.
- You know, I love how supportive you are
with others get knife kills.
That really says a lot about you.
Most guys wanna be the
only one with a knife kill.
- Nah, fuck that, bro.
I'm gonna raise you up to my level.
- Inshallah, B.
Inshallah.
- Fuck yeah.
- Blake, get out here.
Go check your guys and get ready to push.
Sir.
- Sir.
- I got two of my teams and
Goldy's team ready to move.
- Sounds good, One Bravo, One Actual.
- [Stevens] I'm bathing in a warm,
sick river of chocolate and heroin.
- I see blood in his ears.
Steven's can you hear me?
- He's reached warrior's Nirvana.
- [One Bravo] Copy all.
- Kill.
Let's go, Bishop.
- Roger that, sir.
Okay, let's go.
- [Marine] One Bravo, we're at the gate.
Goldy's team is behind.
We're gonna push to the courtyard.
- Gorn, get low.
- [Bravo] One, one, I recommend you wait
for Goldy's team to catch up
- Evans, Richards, you ready to move?
- Yup!
- Move!
- [Bravo] God damn it, Bishop.
(automatic gunfire)
- Gorn, you ready to move?
- Kill!
- Go!
- [Marine] Fuck. I'm out, I'm out!
- [Bishop] Courtyard building two
is not cleared until we clear the rooms.
- Set! Moving.
Move!
- [Bishop] Standing by for Goldy's team.
(automatic gunfire)
(shouting)
- I'm fucking hit.
- Goldy are you okay?
- Shut the fuck up, pussy.
God damn it.
Fucking go, in the courtyard, go.
Coming in!
Hey, Gorn, support him.
You two, over there!
- God damn, Goldy, what the fuck?
- Jesus, Goldy, you good?
- I'm fuckin' solid, sir.
- [Longbow] One Actual, Longbow.
You have two trucks full
of military aged males
headed to your position from the north.
- One Bravo, Longbow, light 'em up.
- I see 'em!
Troops in the open right
side of the compound.
- [Marine] Right side of the compound!
(speaking in Spanish)
- Fuck.
Fox One, this is 1-3.
We have three enemy down.
There's two unaccounted for.
Two unaccounted for.
- It was good while it lasted, papi.
- That's right, papi.
- [One] Longbow, do you have
eyes on those dismounts?
- Damn, I can't see shit.
- One, we do not have eyes
on the dismounts, over.
- First team, listen up.
- Ra, Sergeant.
- Kill, Sergeant.
- See that door left side of the stairs?
We're gonna stack on the
right side of it, got it?
- [Marines] Kill.
- Goldy?
- Yo!
- Maintain rear security here.
When we push in, you get eyes
on the courtyard, got it?
- Kill.
- Sir, we will call you
in once Buhtpaki is found
or that courtyard's clear.
- Roger that, Sergeant.
- Yeah, yeah. On me!
Move!
On me, on me.
(shouting)
- Dead check!
(gunshots)
We there, we there?
- Yeah.
- Tate, get that bitch ready.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Frag out!
(speaking in foreign language)
(gunfire)
- Abdullah right!
- That's for Stevens, bitch!
- Fuck, let's go!
Stay hungry!
Get that bitch ready!
Come on, come on, come on.
(exhaling)
I gotcha.
Strong wall right!
- Frag out!
- Yeah, yeah.
It's just getting started.
(explosion)
- Shit, ah!
- I got doorway and the window right.
(woman whimpering)
I hope there's more.
Please, yeah.
Give me a little--
(woman wailing)
- What the fuck?
(automatic gunfire)
- Shit.
- Oh, shit.
(coughing)
- Sergeant, you good?
- Shut up, bitch.
(woman wailing)
- Get the fuck out!
- You sure, Sergeant?
- This room clear, isn't it?
Go look for those dismounts!
- Aye, Sergeant.
(woman whimpering)
- Goldy, where's Bishop?
- He's inside with some woman and her kid.
He told us to find the dismounts.
(sighing)
- Okay, get after it, killer.
I'm gonna go back in there.
- Have fun, sir.
Dead check.
(gunshots)
Bishop, friendlies coming in.
- I'm just gonna help you.
- Bishop.
- Don't understand a word--
Sir.
- Hooah.
That's good trash.
- Sir, we need to finish this damn fight.
I'm just gonna give this family some help.
- Yeah, I agree.
Let me tell ya something,
this fight ain't over
until I fuckin' boot stomp
Buhtpaki, good to go?
- You're god damn right.
- You've already got a team hunting
the dismounts outside, right?
- Check.
- Hey, what do we got, Sergeant?
- Here's what we got.
You're gonna maintain
security in this compound
and take care of this family.
Good to go?
- Roger that, sir.
- Let's get 'em.
- [Marine] Nah, I think
it was the wind, Corporal.
- Hey, stand up.
- Let me help ya, ma'am.
- I got it, I got it!
I got it, sir, I got it.
I got it.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- All right.
- Goldy, you go make sure security
stays tight out there, all right?
- Yeah, roger that, Sergeant.
- One Bravo, One Actual.
We've cleared rooms one
and two of building two.
Break.
(dogs barking)
- [Marine] Shut those fuckin' dogs up!
- We've got about six enemy KIA
and two wounded civilians, break.
Be advised, we've got a team outside
on a hunt for those dismounts
on the east side of the compound.
And we've got another team taking care
of the wounded civilians, how copy.
- [Bravo] Copy all.
- No sign of Buhtpaki.
- [Marine] This guy looks alive.
(gunshots)
- [Serviceman] No he doesn't.
(light music)
- Get outta here.
(choral music)
(creaking door)
(footsteps)
(speaking in foreign language)
(ethereal music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(Marines shouting)
(ethereal music)
(heavy breathing)
- Here goes nothing.
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(gunfire)
- Ah!
- Chesty!
(grunting)
(spitting)
Bitch, come on!
Basilone!
Wooldridge!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(squelching)
(micturating)
(sighing)
(spitting)
(choral singing)
- This is what winning looks like!
(automatic gunfire)
Fuck yeah!
Ah!
I knew you had it in you, little buddy.
Ha, ha, ha!
See, ha, ha, ha!
America, woo!
Yeah!
(choral singing)
- [Marine] What's LT
doing with that chai boy?
- You're gonna be all right, come with me.
We're gonna get you taken care of.
- [Marine] Just fuck him already!
- Come on, this way.
- He's been fucked.
- Well, I call seconds.
- [Marine] Hey, what that mouth do?
- Yeah, boys.
- Good job, little buddy.
Ya hungry?
- The food is for Marines, Mitchell.
Oh god, my feet are fucking killing me.
What the fuck? Fucking ass.
- I fuckin' killed the big one.
- No, that was mine!
- You take credit for killing everything.
I can't with you, sometimes.
- Hey, you guys kill anyone?
- Sure did!
- Good for you.
I'm just really grateful--
- Hey, y'all stacking bodies?
- I got me a baker's dozen, Sergeant.
One extra for Chesty.
- Hey, I don't know what the
fuck Buhtpaki did to him.
So, keep an eye on this kid, all right?
- Copy.
- What is he doing? What is he doing?
- Hey, hey, it's okay, let go.
- Hey, hey. Look, look, look.
You did the right thing, killer.
Now you might not kill
yourself in 10 years.
- Bet, and I still might.
- Well, you might.
Goldy is this fuckin' thing real, or what?
- Ha, ha, what do you mean, sir?
Ah!
- Oh shit, my bad.
- Fucking shit.
- I did that because I know
you're strong enough to take it, Goldy.
Don't cry.
Who's this fucking guy?
- Make sure no one fucks with these guns.
- That's my fucking AK.
- Jackass.
What's good?
- No medevac.
- What?
- Yeah, but 2nd Platoon's
gonna relieve us in place.
- Okay.
- Yup, and Stevens is gonna be A-okay.
- Fuck yeah!
- Yeah.
- He's gonna be fuckin' again in no time.
- Ha, ha.
- Hey, we did it, Murph.
Good shit.
- Ah!
Hoo! Hoo!
Hey, guess what?
- What?
- I fucking boot stomped Buhtpaki.
- I would expect nothing less.
- Ha, ha, ha!
Hoo!
- [Marine] Hoo!
- Outstanding work, Lieutenant.
Teddy you're doing a
hell of a job developing
your young officers.
- Thank you, sir.
Dera has shown tremendous ability
since stepping up from XO.
Entrusting him with this mission
was an easy decision.
- Dera, I want you to know
you're gonna be put in
for the bronze star on this.
There isn't a more deserving
officer in this RCT.
- Roger that, sir.
But I'd also like to recognize
2nd Lieutenant Murphy
for an award as well.
- Dera, you've come a
long way in a short time.
Embracing what it means to be an officer.
Demonstrating obedience
to your chain of command.
Expecting obedience
from your subordinates.
But as officers, we cannot
cheapen the award system
by rewarding officers who are too proud
or too stubborn to do the same.
- Yes, sir, I understand.
- I know you do.
And that's how I know you're gonna make
a fine captain in no time.
Now if you excuse me, gentlemen.
I need to meet with the OGA folks.
In fact, leave the door open.
They're gonna be here any second.
- Sir.
- Sir.
- Hurry up first, drop your shit.
Keep it tight.
You just gotta have that feeling
that makes you sweet out here, got it?
- Hey, boo, give me a pinch!
- Hey, we found a full can of money.
- You need to find a fuckin' job, bitch.
(knocking)
- Good time to talk, sir?
- [Colonel] Yes,
gentlemen. Please, come in.
- Colonel, I'd like to introduce you
to a friend of ours that we also believe
could be a friend to you.
Rais Yasir.
- As salaam alaikum.
- Alaikum as salaam.
(ominous music)
- Got everything, Chaps?
- Mm-hm.
Everything.
- Holy shit, Chaps.
We did it again.
We won the fuckin war.
- Staff Sergeant, are you gonna
be able to control this guy?
Because I don't wanna
come back again for this.
- I think I can handle him, sir.
- All right.
Then you can handle walking
out to the convoy, too, right?
- Yes, sir.
- All right.
(chuckling)
(spitting)
War be with you, Vincent.
- And also with you, Chaps.
- Yeah.
And maybe one day, peace, huh?
- You keep that bitch ass
shit to yourself, Chaps.
(chuckling)
- I'm gonna be praying for ya, Vince.
Do the right thing, son.
(somber music)
(crackling fire)
(somber music)
(somber music)
(grunting)
(somber music)
(somber music)
(somber music)
(screaming)
- [Chaps] Do the right thing, son.
Right thing, son.
Right thing, son.
- [Commander] We're gonna
have to be animals, fellas.
But you can't go too
far to the other side.
Or you might never come back.
(ethereal music)
(funky music)
♪ It don't stop, don't stop, don't stop♪
(heavy rock music)
(electrical buzzing)
- [Marine] Present arms!
(rustling)
- Staff Sergeant.
The squad's good to go,
other than the fact
that Peltier took a shit
and I can smell it all the way over here.
But we're up.
- Copy.
- Okay.
- Good to go.
- Yup.
(tense music)
- [Radio] Sniper One is set, we have eyes
on two tangos in building two.
- Support by fire is set.
We have eyes on building one.
- Are you gonna give it to me, baby?
- Oh, I'm gonna give it all
to you, papi, all of it.
(dramatic music)
- [Marine] Assault team set.
Placing breach now.
(dramatic music)
Breach is set.
- [Radio] Roger, One.
Sniper has a shot.
- All stations, 10 seconds to breach.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
- [Marine] I've got two
windows and two doors.
Oh shit, move.
(gunfire)
- Keep shooting 'em, keep shooting 'em.
Woo!
- [Marine] Court yard clear.
(automatic gunfire)
(screaming)
(growling)
- [Marine] Hang on, man!
- Take the door on my left.
Second team, you guys
got the door on my right.
Third team, you're in reserve.
Prep your frags.
Get ready to waste these mother fuckers.
- [Marines] Oorah.
- No fuckin' mercy!
(war dawg howl)
- Let's go, let's go!
Stack up on me.
Watch out for third team.
(whimpering)
- Where's he hit?
Where's he hit?
- Uh, pelvic grid.
- Fuck! Ah!
- 2 casualties.
One ANP, one Marine.
Standby for ZMIST.
- One Actual, One Bravo.
Standing by for ZMIST
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- Don't worry, Stevens,
you still got your dick.
You'll be fucking again in no time.
- That's wonderful.
- Bravo, One Actual, the ANP's dead.
Standby for ZAP number.
- Delta, Sierra, 2-9-8-3.
- Ah!
- Mechanism of injury, gunshot wound
to the pelvic grid.
- Moderate bleeding, heart rate above 180.
- Moderate bleeding, heart rate above 180.
- I'm still gonna fuck. Ha, ha, ha!
I'm still gonna fuck.
I'm still gonna fuck.
- Possible shock.
- Fox Six, this is One Bravo.
Standby for ZMIST.
(phone ringing)
(phone buzzing)
(prisoner coughing)
(speaking in foreign language)
- Yo, I got two on the roof.
- On scope?
- On target.
- Send it.
(gunshot)
- Hit.
- God, that's hot.
- I'm still trying to get
that fucking knife kill, dawg.
- Well, when we get to
clear this next compound
you might get your chance.
There is still hope for you, my bro.
- You know, I love how supportive you are
with others get knife kills.
That really says a lot about you.
Most guys wanna be the
only one with a knife kill.
- Nah, fuck that, bro.
I'm gonna raise you up to my level.
- Inshallah, B.
Inshallah.
- Fuck yeah.
- Blake, get out here.
Go check your guys and get ready to push.
Sir.
- Sir.
- I got two of my teams and
Goldy's team ready to move.
- Sounds good, One Bravo, One Actual.
- [Stevens] I'm bathing in a warm,
sick river of chocolate and heroin.
- I see blood in his ears.
Steven's can you hear me?
- He's reached warrior's Nirvana.
- [One Bravo] Copy all.
- Kill.
Let's go, Bishop.
- Roger that, sir.
Okay, let's go.
- [Marine] One Bravo, we're at the gate.
Goldy's team is behind.
We're gonna push to the courtyard.
- Gorn, get low.
- [Bravo] One, one, I recommend you wait
for Goldy's team to catch up
- Evans, Richards, you ready to move?
- Yup!
- Move!
- [Bravo] God damn it, Bishop.
(automatic gunfire)
- Gorn, you ready to move?
- Kill!
- Go!
- [Marine] Fuck. I'm out, I'm out!
- [Bishop] Courtyard building two
is not cleared until we clear the rooms.
- Set! Moving.
Move!
- [Bishop] Standing by for Goldy's team.
(automatic gunfire)
(shouting)
- I'm fucking hit.
- Goldy are you okay?
- Shut the fuck up, pussy.
God damn it.
Fucking go, in the courtyard, go.
Coming in!
Hey, Gorn, support him.
You two, over there!
- God damn, Goldy, what the fuck?
- Jesus, Goldy, you good?
- I'm fuckin' solid, sir.
- [Longbow] One Actual, Longbow.
You have two trucks full
of military aged males
headed to your position from the north.
- One Bravo, Longbow, light 'em up.
- I see 'em!
Troops in the open right
side of the compound.
- [Marine] Right side of the compound!
(speaking in Spanish)
- Fuck.
Fox One, this is 1-3.
We have three enemy down.
There's two unaccounted for.
Two unaccounted for.
- It was good while it lasted, papi.
- That's right, papi.
- [One] Longbow, do you have
eyes on those dismounts?
- Damn, I can't see shit.
- One, we do not have eyes
on the dismounts, over.
- First team, listen up.
- Ra, Sergeant.
- Kill, Sergeant.
- See that door left side of the stairs?
We're gonna stack on the
right side of it, got it?
- [Marines] Kill.
- Goldy?
- Yo!
- Maintain rear security here.
When we push in, you get eyes
on the courtyard, got it?
- Kill.
- Sir, we will call you
in once Buhtpaki is found
or that courtyard's clear.
- Roger that, Sergeant.
- Yeah, yeah. On me!
Move!
On me, on me.
(shouting)
- Dead check!
(gunshots)
We there, we there?
- Yeah.
- Tate, get that bitch ready.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Frag out!
(speaking in foreign language)
(gunfire)
- Abdullah right!
- That's for Stevens, bitch!
- Fuck, let's go!
Stay hungry!
Get that bitch ready!
Come on, come on, come on.
(exhaling)
I gotcha.
Strong wall right!
- Frag out!
- Yeah, yeah.
It's just getting started.
(explosion)
- Shit, ah!
- I got doorway and the window right.
(woman whimpering)
I hope there's more.
Please, yeah.
Give me a little--
(woman wailing)
- What the fuck?
(automatic gunfire)
- Shit.
- Oh, shit.
(coughing)
- Sergeant, you good?
- Shut up, bitch.
(woman wailing)
- Get the fuck out!
- You sure, Sergeant?
- This room clear, isn't it?
Go look for those dismounts!
- Aye, Sergeant.
(woman whimpering)
- Goldy, where's Bishop?
- He's inside with some woman and her kid.
He told us to find the dismounts.
(sighing)
- Okay, get after it, killer.
I'm gonna go back in there.
- Have fun, sir.
Dead check.
(gunshots)
Bishop, friendlies coming in.
- I'm just gonna help you.
- Bishop.
- Don't understand a word--
Sir.
- Hooah.
That's good trash.
- Sir, we need to finish this damn fight.
I'm just gonna give this family some help.
- Yeah, I agree.
Let me tell ya something,
this fight ain't over
until I fuckin' boot stomp
Buhtpaki, good to go?
- You're god damn right.
- You've already got a team hunting
the dismounts outside, right?
- Check.
- Hey, what do we got, Sergeant?
- Here's what we got.
You're gonna maintain
security in this compound
and take care of this family.
Good to go?
- Roger that, sir.
- Let's get 'em.
- [Marine] Nah, I think
it was the wind, Corporal.
- Hey, stand up.
- Let me help ya, ma'am.
- I got it, I got it!
I got it, sir, I got it.
I got it.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- All right.
- Goldy, you go make sure security
stays tight out there, all right?
- Yeah, roger that, Sergeant.
- One Bravo, One Actual.
We've cleared rooms one
and two of building two.
Break.
(dogs barking)
- [Marine] Shut those fuckin' dogs up!
- We've got about six enemy KIA
and two wounded civilians, break.
Be advised, we've got a team outside
on a hunt for those dismounts
on the east side of the compound.
And we've got another team taking care
of the wounded civilians, how copy.
- [Bravo] Copy all.
- No sign of Buhtpaki.
- [Marine] This guy looks alive.
(gunshots)
- [Serviceman] No he doesn't.
(light music)
- Get outta here.
(choral music)
(creaking door)
(footsteps)
(speaking in foreign language)
(ethereal music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(Marines shouting)
(ethereal music)
(heavy breathing)
- Here goes nothing.
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(gunfire)
- Ah!
- Chesty!
(grunting)
(spitting)
Bitch, come on!
Basilone!
Wooldridge!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(squelching)
(micturating)
(sighing)
(spitting)
(choral singing)
- This is what winning looks like!
(automatic gunfire)
Fuck yeah!
Ah!
I knew you had it in you, little buddy.
Ha, ha, ha!
See, ha, ha, ha!
America, woo!
Yeah!
(choral singing)
- [Marine] What's LT
doing with that chai boy?
- You're gonna be all right, come with me.
We're gonna get you taken care of.
- [Marine] Just fuck him already!
- Come on, this way.
- He's been fucked.
- Well, I call seconds.
- [Marine] Hey, what that mouth do?
- Yeah, boys.
- Good job, little buddy.
Ya hungry?
- The food is for Marines, Mitchell.
Oh god, my feet are fucking killing me.
What the fuck? Fucking ass.
- I fuckin' killed the big one.
- No, that was mine!
- You take credit for killing everything.
I can't with you, sometimes.
- Hey, you guys kill anyone?
- Sure did!
- Good for you.
I'm just really grateful--
- Hey, y'all stacking bodies?
- I got me a baker's dozen, Sergeant.
One extra for Chesty.
- Hey, I don't know what the
fuck Buhtpaki did to him.
So, keep an eye on this kid, all right?
- Copy.
- What is he doing? What is he doing?
- Hey, hey, it's okay, let go.
- Hey, hey. Look, look, look.
You did the right thing, killer.
Now you might not kill
yourself in 10 years.
- Bet, and I still might.
- Well, you might.
Goldy is this fuckin' thing real, or what?
- Ha, ha, what do you mean, sir?
Ah!
- Oh shit, my bad.
- Fucking shit.
- I did that because I know
you're strong enough to take it, Goldy.
Don't cry.
Who's this fucking guy?
- Make sure no one fucks with these guns.
- That's my fucking AK.
- Jackass.
What's good?
- No medevac.
- What?
- Yeah, but 2nd Platoon's
gonna relieve us in place.
- Okay.
- Yup, and Stevens is gonna be A-okay.
- Fuck yeah!
- Yeah.
- He's gonna be fuckin' again in no time.
- Ha, ha.
- Hey, we did it, Murph.
Good shit.
- Ah!
Hoo! Hoo!
Hey, guess what?
- What?
- I fucking boot stomped Buhtpaki.
- I would expect nothing less.
- Ha, ha, ha!
Hoo!
- [Marine] Hoo!
- Outstanding work, Lieutenant.
Teddy you're doing a
hell of a job developing
your young officers.
- Thank you, sir.
Dera has shown tremendous ability
since stepping up from XO.
Entrusting him with this mission
was an easy decision.
- Dera, I want you to know
you're gonna be put in
for the bronze star on this.
There isn't a more deserving
officer in this RCT.
- Roger that, sir.
But I'd also like to recognize
2nd Lieutenant Murphy
for an award as well.
- Dera, you've come a
long way in a short time.
Embracing what it means to be an officer.
Demonstrating obedience
to your chain of command.
Expecting obedience
from your subordinates.
But as officers, we cannot
cheapen the award system
by rewarding officers who are too proud
or too stubborn to do the same.
- Yes, sir, I understand.
- I know you do.
And that's how I know you're gonna make
a fine captain in no time.
Now if you excuse me, gentlemen.
I need to meet with the OGA folks.
In fact, leave the door open.
They're gonna be here any second.
- Sir.
- Sir.
- Hurry up first, drop your shit.
Keep it tight.
You just gotta have that feeling
that makes you sweet out here, got it?
- Hey, boo, give me a pinch!
- Hey, we found a full can of money.
- You need to find a fuckin' job, bitch.
(knocking)
- Good time to talk, sir?
- [Colonel] Yes,
gentlemen. Please, come in.
- Colonel, I'd like to introduce you
to a friend of ours that we also believe
could be a friend to you.
Rais Yasir.
- As salaam alaikum.
- Alaikum as salaam.
(ominous music)
- Got everything, Chaps?
- Mm-hm.
Everything.
- Holy shit, Chaps.
We did it again.
We won the fuckin war.
- Staff Sergeant, are you gonna
be able to control this guy?
Because I don't wanna
come back again for this.
- I think I can handle him, sir.
- All right.
Then you can handle walking
out to the convoy, too, right?
- Yes, sir.
- All right.
(chuckling)
(spitting)
War be with you, Vincent.
- And also with you, Chaps.
- Yeah.
And maybe one day, peace, huh?
- You keep that bitch ass
shit to yourself, Chaps.
(chuckling)
- I'm gonna be praying for ya, Vince.
Do the right thing, son.
(somber music)
(crackling fire)
(somber music)
(somber music)
(grunting)
(somber music)
(somber music)
(somber music)
(screaming)
- [Chaps] Do the right thing, son.
Right thing, son.
Right thing, son.
- [Commander] We're gonna
have to be animals, fellas.
But you can't go too
far to the other side.
Or you might never come back.
(ethereal music)
(funky music)
♪ It don't stop, don't stop, don't stop♪
(heavy rock music)
(electrical buzzing)
- [Marine] Present arms!