Generation Kill (2008): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Cradle of Civilization - full transcript

Victors, be advised,
we are rolling

freaks to tack one-one-niner
at 1400 Zulu. How copy?

Roger.
Two-Two copies all.

Interrogative:
I need crypto.

Do you know who's got the CYZ?
I'm pretty sure I lost my fill. Over.

Negative.
I don't know a damn thing.

All Hitman Two Victors,
keep tight dispersion

when linking up
with the column.

Make sure other units
don't get mixed in.

Yes, we are
the conquering heroes.

- Whoa, check it out.
- Look at this, gents.



Little more than 48 hours
into the war,

and the First Marine Division out of
Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California,

is rolling with impunity
on Saddam's highways.

This sucks. We were on point
in front of the whole invasion.

Now we're back
in the traffic jam.

Trombley, how dare you
question the strategic plan?

Oh my God,
look at this.

"Angry American. "

Aw, "Get some"?
"Don't tread on me"?

"Let's roll"- fuck, man. I hate that
fucking cheesy moto bullshit.

Ray, when you're right,
you're right.

You know,
it's like that song-

"When stars and stripes
and eagles fly"?

Fuck, man, eagles fly
in Canada too.



When we got back from Afghanistan
my mom tried to play me that song

and I was all,
"Fuck no, Mom. I'm a Marine.

I don't need to fly
a little fucking patriotic flag

on my car to show
that I'm patriotic. "

That song is straight
homosexual

country-music
Special Olympic gay.

"Nasiriyah. "

40 kliks.

Hey, Q-Tip?
Your truck's all blinged out.

How you gonna
refuel it?

Echo-Four-Pot-Pie,

I think that Haji's
getting sweet on you.

Brad, this fucking sucks!

We're in the rear
with the fucking chicks,

the supply trucks
and the Haji truckers.

We trained for that bridge mission
for six fucking weeks

and they take it right out
from underneath of us.

Yeah, I'll be mad if this war ends
before we get a chance to get in it.

Drop down here,
my little brown friend.

Missions are always
getting fragged.

We're Marines.
We obey our orders.

Our mission now is not
to do our original mission.

Semper Gumby-
always flexible.

Are we supposed to put
our cammie nets up or what?

See where
that education goes?

I'm taking a shit.

Hitman Two-One-Alpha,
this is Hitman-Two. Over.

Standing by to copy.
Over.

I need Two-One Actual
on the hook. Over.

Two-One Actual is...
on a mission.

Taking a dump.

First combat dump
in country. Over.

Two-One,
when he returns,

have Two-One Actual
contact me. Over.

Roger that.

Hey, Captain sir!

Where'd you get that
nice looking AK?

Part of a cache
we found in a culvert

near where we took
those prisoners.

Well-oiled, pretty clean.

Not bad
for a third-world army.

Corporal, stow this
next to my seat.

Gotta be prepared. Never know
when you might need an AK.

That's why you're
in charge, sir.

Captain America, man!

Yeah yeah, I got it.

To think I believed the judge
when he told me

the Marine Corps was
a superior alternative to jail.

I should have shut up
and done my time.

I don't want none of you ladies
moping and crying.

Mustaches gots
to go now.

Hey, turd!

Scrape that hippy shit
off your lip.

Screwby.

Are you mocking
the grooming standard, Stafford?

Naw, Sergeant Major.

It's screwby.

I wants to see clean purty smiles
before we step off.

- Good dump, Sergeant?
- Excellent.

Shit my brains out.

Not too hard, not too runny.

It sucks when it's runny
and you have to wipe 50 times.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

If it's too hard or too soft,
something's not right.

You might have a problem
that affects combat readiness.

And it should be a little bit acid,
Trombley.

Burn your asshole a little
when it comes out.

Maybe on your little
bitch asshole, Ray,

from all the cock
that's been stuffed up it.

Man, we Marines
are so homoerotic.

It's all we talk about. You ever realize
how homoerotic this whole thing is?

LT wants
to see you, Brad.

Oh shit, homes.

I forgot to tell you
he was on the radio for you.

I'm sorry.

Garza, how are your legs?

They all right standing
in that turret all day?

Good, Gunny. I'm Mexican- too hard
to feel nothing from that.

I got retard strength.

I got good news, guys.
We're staying here on 25% watch.

That means three of you get
to sleep a couple hours.

Sleep? What kind of
fucked-up war is this?

It's not good. Cas-evac bird's been
going back and forth since sundown.

Sir, the fucking army
declared Nasiriyah secured.

It was on the net.

Whatever's going on up there, it doesn't
sound to me like we've secured anything.

- Hey, reporter!
- What?

If you lay with your cock
against the ground

as the tank goes by,
it feels fucking great.

Come on, do it!

- You're dismissed.
- Hey, Rudy!

- I forgot my baby wipes.
- Use your hand, you nasty thing.

Come here and wipe my ass,
you heartless fuck.

I'm fucking ashamed, dawg.

Back in Afghanistan we didn't leave
a speck of Americana behind.

Brah, could you imagine
if Hajis invaded our country

and started shitting
in people's suburban yards?

Not really.

You guys in Alpha
getting some?

Same as you dick smokers
in Bravo.

Oh shit, look.
Cody's got a diary.

- Get some, brah.
- Hey, man, give it back.

No, listen listen.

"Leading men into battle
is my calling. "

Not bad, Corporal.

"Since I was young, I felt
drawn to the warrior society. "

That's a little gay.

"Our minions are-" Jeez.
"Our minions are rolling"?

John, he just
called you a minion.

- "The people here live like rats. "
- Give it!

"Hopefully what we are doing
will lead them to a better life. "

Your calling wasn't to be a warrior,
man, it was to be a fucking retard.

...captured American soldiers,

some of them apparently wounded.
The channel says the Americans

were members of the army supply unit
and were ambushed outside Nasiriyah.

And in fierce fighting
in that city,

U.S. Marines were said to have
suffered heavy casualties.

I heard the Hajis are
faking surrenders

and using civilians
to trick Marines.

I don't fucking believe it.
How did so many of us get hit?

Here we sit with our thumbs
up our asses

while Marines are
dying a few kliks up the road.

Why the fuck are there Iraqis
walking through our lines?

Why the fuck is there nobody up
on our guns? Come on.

Jacks, get up
in the turret.

You guys got any oil?

Brad?

We've got orders
to bust north to Nasiriyah,

support the regimental
combat team there.

And there's been a change
in the R.O.E.:

Anyone with a weapon
is declared hostile.

If a woman walks away from you
with a weapon on her back, shoot her.

If an armed Iraqi sells Good Humor
out of the back of a VW,

shoot him. I don't care if you hit him
with a 40mm grenade.

- Roger that, sir.
- Let's get radio checks going.

Gear up, gents.
Move it out!

Close your fucking
flak vest.

Where's your
delta tourniquet?

Come on, Trombley.

Fucking keep it... here.

- Where the fuck did you get this?
- What?

- eBay.
- eBay?

- Christopher?
- Yeah, Doc?

- You got rigger tape?
- Yeah, sure.

Thank you, sir.

Get your vehicles
crossed to miker-5.

I got this.

And this lunatic doesn't
even know he's in Iraq.

Thinks he's a superhero
from some Japanese comic.

Hey, I put on my superhero uniform
every day I'm in the Corps, brother.

Hoorah.
Now we find our true dharma.

Mike, Red-Con One in five.

Let's get it on!

Budweiser, we got our
call signs straight?

- Fucking rule.
- Hey, Leon, I thought you were Mexican?

I am.

Then why aren't you loud
and stealing my shit?

Let's go.

Here comes the Marines,
motherfuckers. Look out.

- Whoo!
- Fucking POG.

- What's a POG?
- Persons Other than Grunts.

Rear echelon guys-
pussies.

All Hitman Two
Victors be advised

we are now departing
friendly lines.

TLs ensure that all weapons
are condition one.

Brass-check all weapons.

Godfather,
this is Raptor.

We're taking...
arms fire...

east.

Alpha's in contact ahead.

We're prosecuting targets
with Cobras.

A supply company- army.

Oh damn.
And we ain't in the city yet.

Godfather,
this is Hitman Actual.

Interrogative: do you want Bravo
to push to the river's edge

and link up with Alpha?
Over.

Hitman, this is Godfather.
Negative.

Take an overwatch position
and stand by for possible cas-evacs.

Victors, all Victors, get out
of your vehicles and take cover.

Our sister company is
finally in this war.

- Out of the vehicles.
- Gotta stay off the-

How come Alpha gets to pop
their cherry and we don't?

They have their mission,
we have ours.

Love this shit!

We's in the middle
of it now, boys!

Garza, get your
stupid ass down!

Ain't nothing
for you to shoot at.

- Fuck this shit, for sure.
- Sir,

how long do we have to sit up here
with our nuts out

getting shot at before RCT One
goes into the town?

Brad, we sit here
with our nuts exposed

but when RCT One assaults
over the bridge and we go in behind

to get their casualties,
we get our nuts blown completely off.

Alpha's getting smacked
pretty good down there.

Shall we dig in, sir?

That's not a bad idea.

LT!

Those grunts from RCT One
are taking fire from across the river.

Shit, Marine arty.

- Corpsman!
- That was friendly.

- Sir, request going-
- Go!

I'm hit, I'm hit.

Hey, buddy.

I'm gonna give you a bandage.
That okay?

Push it on the wound.
You keep steady pressure.

It's gonna be all right.

Check for breathing.
Stop the bleeding.

I want to hear reports.

Head wounds,
chest wounds, bleeders.

You guys see where
that shot came from?

Godfather, this is
Assassin Actual. Over.

This is Godfather.
Send traffic. Over.

Interrogative: request permission
to engage unarmed targets,

suspected enemy
forward observers. Over.

Stand by, Assassin.
I'll confer with division.

Division approves
change in the R.O.E.

Assassin, this is Godfather.
Change in the R.O.E. is approved.

You are approved to destroy
unarmed targets

suspected as spotters.
How copy?

Solid copy.
Out.

We're cleared hot on civilian targets,
regardless of whether they're armed.

If they're spotting those mortars,
take them the fuck out.

Roger that.

Be 100% sure that
these Marines-

Sir, it's Colonel Dowdy from RCT One
with General Mattis.

They're up
by the MSR.

With the resistance
we're seeing,

I'm concerned
that initiating-

The question is why
the fuck am I standing here

looking at a fucking bridge that doesn't
have my Marines rolling across it.

Sir, we're 30 mikes from
initiating the armored assault

to engage the enemy along
the MSR through the city.

Our problem has been
refueling the tanks.

Not only "No," Colonel,
but "Fuck no. "

Okay? I don't give a rat's ass
about the resistance

in the city. Your mission is to punch
through the city,

put RCT One north of it
where our objectives are.

This is just
a fucking sideshow.

You had 7,000 Marine riflemen who have
been ready to go for the past 24 hours,

and you're standing here
with your foot on your dick.

No check that-
not your dick, my dick.

Godfather, hold your Marines
back for now.

When Colonel Dowdy here sees fit
to unfuck himself and push

through this fucking shithole
I'll turn First Recon loose.

That'd be my Alpha company
taking out their spotters.

I'd expect this mortar fire
to stop shortly, sir.

How's it going?

They shot one of my Marines
in the stomach-

out there.
We returned fire,

blew a donkey's head off.

We didn't see much else.

Hey, buddy, do you
need anything?

Food, water...

It's all good, bro.

Expect a fight.

Expect casualties

when we push
through Nasiriyah.

Task Force Tarawa has been
in that city for 36 hours

getting chopped up
pretty good

while we sit here
with the Regimental Combat Team,

nursing our thumbs
with our assholes.

Gentlemen, what does
Ferrando think?

We have allowed the enemy

to dictate the tempo
of our movements.

If it were up
to Ferrando

we would not have stopped
at the bridge this afternoon.

We'd be through
that city.

But the good news is

once we clear
the Euphrates...

General Mattis informs me

that we are going to be
in the game, gentlemen.

And when we play, we,

not the enemy, are going
to dictate the tempo.

Once we're
over the river,

we're going to detach
from the RCT,

push north and flank

or destroy anyone
who tries to stop us.

All right, that's it
for now, gentlemen.

He didn't say anything about
the grooming standard.

Is he giving us a pass
on our men not shaving?

I'd interpret what he said
to mean facial hair

is not going to be our focus
for the next 24 hours.

50% of Americans are obese.

You know what obese
means, right?

Fat as a motherfucker.

All these other countries,
nobody's fat.

Think about
that shit, dawg.

How does a motherfucker
get fat?

You gotta sit on a couch,
do nothing but eat

and watch TV
all day.

White trash, poor Mexicans
and blacks-

all obese
as motherfuckers.

The white man has created a system
with so much excess,

even poor motherfuckers
are fat.

A few years ago, dawg,

I refused a diploma
from my community college.

- What?
- I didn't want no piece of paper

from the white master
saying I was qualified for his world.

- Huh.
- Then I joined the Corps.

Figured you can't
beat 'em, join 'em.

See, that's what
this is all about, dawg.

The U.S. should just go
into all these fucked-up countries,

Iraq, Africa,

set up American government
and infrastructure-

McDonald's,
Starbucks, MTV-

then just hand it all over.
How else are we going to make

these hungry motherfuckers
want to stop killing everybody?

Put a McDonald's
on every fucking corner.

If we've got to blow up
the corner

then build the McDonald's,
so be it.

Enough lecture on
the white man's oppression.

I need my assistant team leader
for a meeting with the LT.

I was just elucidating
on the white man's burden, dawg.

- Now, Poke.
- You know I'm rollin' wit you.

- Come on.
- Thanks, man.

What?

Just wanted to get one last
cigarette before we all die.

BBC had that
U.S. Army convoy

hit here.
Captured 11 soldiers.

Showed them
on Arab TV.

Abusing them on TV.

Shit, they raped
the one woman soldier.

They broke her bones
and then raped her.

It was on Al Jazeera.

News for you, gents,

this neck of desert,
when they capture soldiers,

not just the women get raped.

In your dreams, Brad.

As we learned today
from the eight hours we spent

getting our asses shot at
by the Euphrates,

the enemy's got
some fight in him.

I have no word on our mission,
but I assume we're going into Nasiriyah.

Those are all
cas-evac birds.

Word is that
Task Force Tarawa's

taken 200 casualties
in that city.

Any idea when we might get
tasked with going in?

Godfather's meeting with company
commanders right now.

You all take advantage of the time now
to have your men get some shut-eye.

LT, what's the skinny on who
we're fighting in the city?

All I saw today were those guys
in black pajamas- irregulars.

The Fedayeen.

Guys in pajamas stopped
two Marine regiments?

You know, Poke, guys in black pajamas
did all right in Vietnam too.

You gotta respect
the pajamas.

From the amount of arty
we're putting down,

I don't think we'll have as much
to worry about when we go through.

What's
the population here?

I've heard 400,000.

Scratch a few
off that number.

Gunny and I are going over
to Godfather's position,

see what's coming down
to the captain.

What about
James Alvarez Trombley?

- That's stupid.
- You're stupid!

Change of personnel.

Gabe, you're swapping
with Hasser.

You've got more experience
on the Fifty cal.

- It's fine with me.
- Hasser!

- Yeah?
- I'm trading you for a Mexican.

- You're in Brad's truck now.
- Good to go.

Oh, hey, Gabe!

Do you have the photograph
of my girlfriend

- I was showing to Person the other day?
- No.

- I think I gave it to Leon.
- Leon?

You let these plebeians look at
a photograph of your girlfriend?

Hey, Walt, can you keep it down? I'm having trouble
hearing the artillery.

...then we have to play
the game harder.

- Godfather said that.
- Was the colonel any more specific

- about our orders than that?
- Godfather told us

the mustache-growing contest
had nothing to do with building morale.

Before the war began,

Division G2 had
covert asset intel

that Iraqis planned
to infiltrate our units.

The mustaches were part
of the general's plan

to uncover
enemy infiltrators.

So if you see a Marine
with a mustache from now on,

he might be an Iraqi.

So no more mustaches.

But the men don't have
to shave tonight.

Oh yeah. Bravo's on point
when we roll through Nasiriyah

and then break
from the main force.

On point?

In broken-down
unarmored Humvees.

They should change our name
to First Suicide Battalion.

We need to make sure
the stupidity in this company

doesn't roll down
too hard on our guys.

- What about just James Trombley?
- Aw, come on.

Trombley, you should
name your kid Jesus.

I mean,
your wife's Mexican.

Fucking Mexicans
do it all the time.

That's what's cool about knocking up
a Mexican girl- she could drop a Jesus.

Never have kids.

In fact, Trombley,

you should never have
gotten married.

Women will always cost, but marriage
is the most expensive way to go.

If you want to pay for it,
go to Australia.

For a hundred bucks you can
order a whore over the phone.

Half an hour later
she arrives at your door-

fresh and hot,
like a pizza.

2000 hours
Zulu time we go in.

Hitman Two is leading
the battalion.

- Your vehicle's on point for all of us.
- Yes, sir.

Once we cross the Euphrates,
expect contact from both sides.

Task Force Tarawa
Amtracs-

looks like
a CAAT team,

straight-leg grunt platoon.

Gotta be careful about
blue-on-blue contact.

Any potential targets we see
within 300 meters of our position,

double-check to make
sure they're not friendly.

Hey, what time local
is 2000 Zulu?

2300 hours. It'll be dark-
to our advantage.

True, sir...

if we had enough batteries
to power our night optics.

- Turn everything on when we move.
- I'm just glad

they had the wisdom
to push us through at night.

I'm assured that we will be
crossing that bridge before dawn.

I'm assured of this.

Be advised we're gonna
see friendlies on our right

immediately
after the bridge.

Hitman Two,
this is Two-One-Bravo.

Be advised, we have friendlies
on both sides. How copy? Over.

Sergeant, I thought they were gonna
send us over the bridge in the darkness.

Huh-uh.
Not retarded enough.

- Careful with the Ripped Fuel.
- Fuck, man.

I'm on 30 hours, no sleep.
Beat the record I made in high school

when I was on the debate team.

Wait a minute-
you were on the debate team?

- What channels for the 119?
- Six, four and TAD-seven.

Yeah, I was really really fucking good,
but all the other guys on the team

- thought I was high all of the time.
- Shut up, Ray.

All right, let's make
some money.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Hitman Two-One.

Be advised we have elements
of Task Force Tarawa

with strong pointing intersections
north of the bridge.

Two-One-Bravo, copy.

Two-Two, across?

Shit.

Fucking tranny fluid
from the Amtrac.

- Jesus, Brad.
- Watch the road.

It's nothing, Trombley.

- Thees Eetman Two-Tree.
- Fucking Baptista.

- How copy, eh? How copy?
- I don't copy, Hitman Two-Three.

I don't copy
a word you're saying.

Every time Baptista gets excited his
English goes out the fucking window.

And he's not even a citizen.

He snuck in from whatever fucking
greaseball country he's from.

Now he's a Marine? There oughta
be some sort of grammar test

before you're out here blowin' shit up
with heavy weapons.

If they did that,
fucking bucktooth, cross-eyed,

sister-fucking hicks like you
wouldn't get in either.

I've got friendlies
to my three.

I got them on my nine.

Pick it up.
Pick it up.

Hitman Two Victors,
Hitman Two Victors,

be advised Assassin
and Raptor

are in enemy contact
to our rear.

- How copy?
- Two-One copy.

Fuck. All the bad guys are
opening up on the guys behind us.

Why aren't they
shooting at us?

This is cleared hot.

- They got some, didn't they, brah?
- Fuck yeah!

- You caught that, right?
- Most definitely.

Yo, CNN would definitely pay
for drama like that, brah.

That shit was extreme.

All Hitman Victors halt.

Stop here.

Two ragheads,
the second floor of the building,

300 meters at 12.

Hey, go a little higher,
we gotta get that nine-line up.

Three-One,
solid on our sector.

10, Three-Two, Roger.

Hitman, this is Hitman Three. Interrogative:

what are we doing here?
Over.

This is a nice place for an ambush!
Why the fuck are we stopped?

- Orders.
- Raptors cas-evacing a Marine

from the RCT.

Charlie's halting for five minutes
to help cas-evac

a wounded Marine
from RCT One.

This is nuts halting us here.
We're sitting ducks.

This is the last place
that we should be.

I am so sick of Captain America
spazzing out on our comms.

They could be coming
from all sides.

They could be
coming from all sides!

Is our platoon
commander okay?

We'll be all right if I turn my. 50
to our six and let off a few rounds.

- You guys got that?
- It's fucking ours.

No, it's not.
It's an AK.

Yeah, and it belongs to our
fucking platoon commander.

Hitman Three, this is Three-Two.
Interrogative:

what are you engaging?

- Sir, why'd you shoot the car?
- Denying the enemy transportation.

This is Hitman Three. How much longer
are we going to be halted here,

waiting to die
in fucking ambush alley?

My men really need to know.
Out.

Godfather, Godfather,
this is Raptor.

Cas-evac Marine
is stabilized.

We're Oscar Mike.
Over.

All Hitman Victors,
this is Hitman.

The battalion
is Oscar Mike.

Sergeant, I didn't
get to shoot.

That fucking sucks,
Trombley.

Your recruiting officer
tell you you get to shoot people?

- Fucking-A he did.
- Trombley asked about shooting people.

I asked about pussy.

The guy told me I'd get to go
to Thailand, get all kinds of strange.

What'd you
ask about, Brad?

Brad probably saw
that TV commercial-

the one with the knight who fucks up
the dragon then turns into the Marine.

Dress blues with the sword.

That fucking dress-blues
commercial, man,

that got so many
fucking guys.

Now look at us!
Trombley hasn't killed anybody,

I am half a world away
from good Thai pussy

and Colbert is out here
rolling around Fuckbutt, Iraq,

hunting for dragons
in a MOPP suit

that smells like four days
of piss and ballsweat.

Nice!

You should have rolled into battle
with a sword, Brad.

That would have
fucking rocked.

Orders are to push north
along route 7

until we get
to a cut-off here.

Gentlemen, our A-O
is now Mesopotamia.

the land between
the Euphrates

and the Tigris,
cradle of civilization.

The Marines ahead of us
sure civilized these motherfuckers.

Second LAR was out here
alone last night,

pushed through Nasiriyah
ahead of us, set up here.

RPG teams
came at them all night,

they cut them down
with their Bushmasters.

Mad respect
for the LAV, sir.

Don't get too comfortable.
We're losing them after 10 kliks.

Cutting off the highway here,
separating from the main element.

And once we leave
the hardball here,

Godfather has us pushing
through a canal area

rolling on our own.

Team Two, rally up!

- Shady.
- Wha- huh?

I wanted to apologize for blowing
my stack on comms back there.

Ah, I think to myself,
"Why is Iceman so angry?

Someone pees in his corn flakes
this morning?"

Shit, I'm not being
critical of you,

but sometimes when you get excited,
you speak Spanish on the comm.

Mmm, this is strange...

because in Brazil-
my country-

we speak Portuguese.

Yeah, well whatever language
you people speak down there,

try to stick to English when
we're on Marine Corps comms.

Si, Colbert, si.

...25mm Bushmaster,

put a round through
the same hole at 2,000 meters.

Yeah, man, they actually
had to make the gun less accurate.

Still railing
on the white man?

I don't hate
the white man no more.

Leave that to these
motherfuckers.

Me? I'm just staying
here in Iraq,

eating my pound cake,
playing on a white man's team.

Not the surrendering
Iraqis we've seen.

- These guys came to fight.
- Dawg,

motherfucker died
trying to get a round off-

combat discipline.

All Hitman Two Victors,
observe everything,

admire nothing.

Man, I am so high
from not sleeping.

So check this out:

maybe they didn't issue the wrong color
fatigues for the invasion.

Maybe our blouses
actually aren't green.

Maybe they are
desert beige.

You know sometimes colors
actually start to look different

when you're so
sleep-deprived?

Like the sun, it looks red
when it actually is yellow.

You know,
maybe our blouses aren't green.

We're just so fucking
sleep-deprived

that's the way
that they look to us.

- Are you making this up?
- Fuck yeah, I'm making this up.

It passes
the time, brother.

Oh, get some!
Look at that truck.

BM-21,
a legit target.

Oh, it's like
a Halloween funhouse.

Stay frosty.

Two-One-Bravo, two men
in that car to our three.

Do you see weapons?

Two-One-Alpha, this is
Two-One-Bravo. No weapons.

These guys are down
for the count.

She's dead.
Nothing we can do.

Well well well, who's the sicko
in our Humvee now?

The psycho-ass jarheads,

or the fucking liberal media just
looking for a little exploitation?

- Hey, brah, get that dude right there.
- It's not a dude.

Hey, Christopher, man,
turn it off.

- Huh?
- Turn the camera off, brah.

So it's a snuff film now?

I'm seeing what you see.

You and Doc take Christeson
and Stafford off my truck.

- They need some experience.
- Roger that, sir.

Hitman, this is Hitman Two.

We have what looks like

- an enemy encampment-
- Hitman Two!

This is Hitman Actual
on your six.

LAR taught these Hajis
a lesson they won't forget.

Girl with the chopped off legs
is sure gonna remember.

The hell is your problem?

Last night my best team

could only maintain
night optics at 50%.

You are not supplying us
with the batteries we need.

- LT-
- You've got more optics

and thermals on that vest
than I've got in the whole platoon.

And I bet you've got the batteries
to run them all night long.

You're way out of line.

These are
for Bravo's command.

The men need
to conserve resources.

The Marine Corps
teaches that.

PFC Fucknuts, this is
an enemy encampment.

Yo, man, it might
be booby-trapped.

Don't blaze a trail. Tread in
Sergeant Colbert's footsteps.

"Say hello
to my little friend. "

What the fuck are you doing?

Denying the enemy.

We could have took that
for our own.

Haji rice?

These men living here
on rice and beans,

sleeping out here in the cold on these
rags, these are some fucking hard men.

You ladies bitch if you get an MRE
without a fucking Pop-Tart.

Movement right!

Nine o'clock!

Republican Guard insignia-

Special Saddam Division.

Bravo Three's commander...
should I shoot him?

Don't waste your bullet.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Hitman Two.

Be advised the report of an enemy
gas attack was again in error.

Break.

All Hitman teams return
to MOPP-2 posture. Over.

Two-One-Alpha, copy.

This is plain undignified.

Hello, everyone.
I'm Michael Jackson.

This is fucking miserable.

Yeah, but we get to invade a whole
fucking country, dude.

At this point, I almost wish
Saddam would gas us.

It would make all the effort
with our MOPP suits worth it.

It would justify
the invasion.

There's no doubt
Saddam's got chemicals.

It's just you liberal dicksucks
who try to pick everything apart.

Foot-mobiles,
two o'clock.

- Hitman, this is Hitman Three-Two.
- Maybe 900 meters out.

Took a few rounds from that gas station.
We're pushing through.

Bravo Three's
behind us, right?

They're taking fire from
that gas station we passed?

- Slow down.
- I guess.

This is Hitman Two.
Roger that.

Is that an RPG tube?

Hitman Two,
this is Two-One.

We got two foot-mobiles
on our two o'clock,

900 meters out in black.

They appear to be carrying
an RPG tube. How copy?

- Hitman Two-One, wait, One. Over.
- Hey, Walt, do you see 'em?

- Fucking popped down.
- I see 'em. Down that ditch.

Two-One, go ahead
and halt your vehicle. Over.

Person, halt the vehicle.

Hitman Actual,
this is Hitman Two.

We're halting to engage possible
foot-mobile. How copy? Over.

This is Hitman.
Solid copy.

All Hitman Victors, be advised Raptor
is now actively engaged...

Flashing.

They got optics on us.

Hitman, this is Hitman Two-Three.
Interrogative:

was that the same gas station
that engaged Three-Two? Over.

One keeps popping
his head up.

Unknown at this time.
Over.

I'm not 100% confident
that was an RPG tube.

But I'm sure they're
putting optics on us.

Pappy, Reyes,

get the M-40
and punch out to that berm.

Two-Two, Roger.

Hitman,
this is Hitman Two.

Be advised enemy
foot-mobiles to our east

have optics on us and appear to be armed
with an RPG tube. How copy?

Hitman Two,
this is Hitman.

You are approved to engage
those targets. Solid copy.

Hitman Two-Two Echo-Five-Romeo,
this is Hitman Two.

- You are approved to engage.
- Roger that.

Range to target,
niner, seven, niner.

Wind moving from west
to east, quarter value.

On scope.

- On target.
- Fire.

Stand by for second target.

Low crawling, east, five yards.
You got him?

- I tally.
- Fire.

Hit.

Men from that camp
we found.

Raptor to Godfather.

The target has been
suppressed.

Raptor, this is Godfather.
Solid copy.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Hitman Two.

We have destroyed
the RPG team. Over.

You all got some?
How'd it feel to kill?

I don't know, dawg.

- Felt fucking good, I guess.
- Man!

I try to live my life
by the Tao, bro.

I can't always
make my own dharma.

I hate them filthy
Haji fucks.

That's what I love
about you, dawg.

You're so fucking
messed up.

That's how I roll.

All right, gents,
let's mount up.

...personnel inside
the gas station.

Still receiving
sporadic mortar fire.

Charlie's still taking fire
from that gas station?

Raptor, this is Godfather.
Solid Copy. Out.

All Hitman Victors,
this is Hitman Three-Three.

We're taking...

...about 600 meters.
Cannot observe the shooter...

Eric, you fucking
see that?

I don't think
that guy was armed.

We didn't see
what the captain saw.

He's our commander.

All Hitman Victors,

we are Oscar Mike.

See that trail?
We're going to the left.

The whole rest of the division
is going the other way.

- Just us?
- Just First Recon.

This has the makings
of a legit fucking mission.

We're screening,
doing a route reconnaissance.

Maybe movement
to contact.

We got 15 kliks
on our own.

Gonna link up with RCT One
outside the next shithole town.

We got no air.

There's a shamal
storm coming.

Rotary isn't flying.

Oh, great, so we're basically
just like bait for the bad guys.

Yep, but we'll be the first Americans
to roll down this road.

Turn and we're money.

All Hitman Two Victors,

hold 35kph,
maintain dispersion.

- Roger that. Turning left.
- Solid copy.

I smell a goddamn Charms.

Sorry, Sergeant.
I had one left.

You know what sucks?

All those dead bodies
we seen today,

and I didn't get
to shoot any of them.

I see foot-mobiles.
12 o'clock, 100 meters.

Damn!

Brad,
they're fucking hotties!

I didn't know Hajis
could be hotties.

I thought they were all
camel-faced hags.

Hey!

As-Salamu Alaykum,
ladies.

Damn, homey.

Better than
when I was in my band!

'Cause they haven't
heard you play.

- We love you, Americans. We love you!
- Thank you!

Vote Republican.

I love you Americans!

Two-One, this is Two.

I need you to take that bridge
over the canal ahead. How copy?

Hitman Two,
interrogative:

am I to understand
you mean the near bridge?

Because I don't think
that's the correct turn.

Direct order
from Hitman Actual.

He's going off
of his map.

Roger that.

They let him have a map?

Whoa whoa!

All Hitman Two Victors, halt.

The fuck are we stopping for?

Brad, what's going on?

Hitman Two-One-Alpha,
this is Hitman Two-Three.

What's going on
up there?

Motherfucker.

Hitman Two-One,
this is Hitman. Interrogative:

why have we stopped?
Over.

Hitman,
this is Hitman Two-One.

No more road.

Just figuring out
we're lost.

I could have told him
that a half an hour ago.

The whole battalion's
two kliks east of us

on the other side
of the Gharraf Canal.

We are now
to the rear of everybody.

He's our commander, Brad.

Hitman Two,
this is Hitman Actual.

We're gonna backtrack.
Hitman Three will be on point.

Colbert's team
took a wrong turn at the bridge.

Hitman,
this is Hitman Two.

We have multiple unarmed civilians
fleeing the town en masse.

We're gonna stop
to question them. Over.

This is Hitman.
Roger that.

Villagers say they are grateful
to be liberated by the Americans

and look forward
to working hand-in-hand-

You're lying, Meesh,
and they fucking know it.

Meesh, cut whatever bullshit
the higher ups have told you to say.

We're all alone
out here, Meesh.

You fuck us,
I'll smile killing you.

When they hired me,

they told me to put a little spin
on things, a little Psy-Ops,

but you're right.
We're in this together.

These dudes are saying there are
some bad dudes up ahead.

They know we're coming,
and they want to hit us.

They hate America, man.

I say we call in some air,
some Cobras, fuck them up.

There is no air.

The shamal is coming.

Why do we get
the so-called interpreter?

He told me he works directly
for General Mattis.

He told me he worked
for the CIA.

Back at Mathilda, he told me he could
hook me up with free satellite TV.

Hitman Two,
this is Godfather.

I can't raise Hitman Actual,
but be advised,

Raptor and Assassin are taking
heavy fire from the town.

Roger that.
Stay frosty.

Two kliks up the road, Alpha,
Charlie and H&S are pinned down,

taking heavy fire
from the town.

Looks like
another Nasiriyah.

Hitman Two,
this is Godfather.

We're gonna try
to bypass the town.

Copy. Battalion's trying
to find a way around.

Link up with RCT One.

We hold this position
until instructed further.

Gentlemen, we're looking
at a pretty short ride.

We're gonna link up
with Regimental Combat Team.

After which,
we rack out tonight.

- Aren't we going through the town?
- No.

But I didn't get
to shoot yet.

Hey, that town stopped a whole regiment
with, like, tanks and shit.

- But I didn't even get one-
- Trombley,

if we went through that town,
we'd get smoked.

That was a danger-close
fire mission right there.

On the money.
Good effect on target.

Assassin, this is Godfather.
How copy?

Solid copy,
Godfather.

Outstanding fire mission.
Stand by.

Listen, this town is
just up the road.

I see it's not even
named here on my map.

Frankly, Ferrando doesn't give
a fuck what they call it.

- I'm not gonna visit or make friends.
- We're planning to go through?

Do we have a sit-rep
on enemy forces inside this town?

Enough to stop Colonel Dowdy
and 7,000 RCT Marines.

Yeah, enough to stop
Colonel Dowdy.

But personally, Godfather doesn't like
being told what to do by the enemy.

I don't like the fact
that the enemy had me

sitting in this shithole
for the past couple hours.

I might choose a different hole,
somewhere else.

I plan to find that hole
by going through that town up ahead.

If there's one thing I learned
these past days in Iraq,

there's no shortage
of shitholes.

More shitholes
in this country than oil wells.

Assassin,
this is Godfather.

Roger, Godfather.
Standing by.

Assassin, Godfather thinks
you did a shit-hot job

calling in those
danger-close fires.

Just like you were shit-hot
taking out those forward observers

- by the Nasiriyah Bridge.
- Roger that.

I want Assassin on point when we push
through that town. How copy?

Godfather, we found there's
an open route around the town.

I want you to step off
in five mikes.

Push through that town.
How copy?

Honored.
Through the city in five.

$300,000, Trombley.

That's the cost to raise your average
middle-class white kid.

Maybe since your
fiancee's Mexican

and you'll have little half-Mexican
babies, you can cut corners,

do it on the cheap.

I bet Sergeant Espera's parents didn't
spend more than a hundred to raise him.

But of course,
look how he turned out.

You against marriage,
Sergeant?

Brad got dumped.

My sweetheart
since junior high

left me and married
my best friend

since junior high.

We're all still friends.

They're one of those happy couples that
likes to take pictures of themselves

and hang 'em up
all over their goddamn house.

Sometimes I go over there
just to look at my ex-fiancee

doing all the things I used to do
with her with my best friend-

surfing and jet skiing.

It's nice having friends.

Change of orders.

We're going
through the town.

Alpha's already rolling.
We're picking up the rear.

It's just us. There's no air because
of a shamal moving in.

We're the last element
to roll through.

Nobody stops,
nobody gets cut off.

I'm glad you're
my team leader.

- Thank you, sir.
- Shit.

We're way behind.

I'm doing the best
that I can.

This isn't the 805
above La Jolla, you know?

...Hitman Three
sustained a casualty.

- Bravo Three has a casualty.
- They were taking fire

- from the left and right.
- Took fire from both sides.

- Who was it?
- I don't know.

Alpha and H&S are
through the town. Roger that.

Gentlemen, from now on we're gonna
have to earn our stories.

Hold your dispersion.

Hitman Two says Alpha
cleared this town under heavy fire.

No casualties
were reported.

Brah, why aren't
they shooting at us?

- God!
- Contact! Run.

Here we go, boys.

Yeah, what a fucking
birthday.

Happy birthday, bitch.
Too bad you get shot in the face.

Second-floor balcony-
shoot that motherfucker.

Don't leave me here.

- What?
- Don't leave me!

Take that fucking
gun out!

- Fuck!
- Hit that building!

Get down! Get down!

Pick up and rain fire.

Go go go go!

Slow down!

God- fuck!

I got one.
I got one!

Saw his knee explode.

Fuck, the Mark-19's down!

Hass is down.
He caught a wire.

Good, go!

- Is Hasser good?
- Are we good to go?

Go go go!

All Hitman Victors,
radio check.

This is Two-One-Alpha,
up 120 and up.

Two-One-Bravo is
up 700 and up.

Hitman Two,
this is Two-Two,

up 200 and up.

This is Hitman Two-Three,
up 300 and up.

We got fucking lit up.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Hitman Two. Roger.

Man!
Everybody is okay, right?

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Hey, I fucking got one.

You all right?

Fuck yeah,
that was awesome!

Did you see Walt?
He tried to kill himself.

Thanks to your driving.

- That was fucking heavy, man.
- Fuck yeah, brother.

Who was the casualty
in Bravo Three?

It was Darnold, man,
in the arm.

You should have seen me
fuck that car, man.

Yo, did you see
my man Manimal?

Fucking wall of fire.
Wall wall wall wall!

He brought that building down.
He saved our asses.

Yes, he did, he did!

Get off me!

This shit ain't funny.

If it goes
a little different,

we could have all
got killed today.

Don't pet a burning dog.

We damn sure pet one today,
didn't we?

Yep.

Grooming standard!

By first light tomorry,

I expects all y'all
to be clean-shaven.

After what we've
just been through?

There's a lots
can go wrong out here-

lack a battery,
cold chow,

lack of pussy-

but the one thing these mens can counts
on is the grooming standard.

I believe it always ought
to be there for them.

Sergeant Major, my company commander
informed me last night

that Godfather said the men
wouldn't have to shave.

In his infinite wisdom,

the battalion commander
never said that.

You'd best check
with your company commander.

The one solid piece of information
he passed and he was wrong.

Ferrando believes
in the violence of action.

The enemy,

he stared us down
in Nasiriyah.

But I wanted
to show him today

that some Americans won't
back down from a fight.

I could put it in terms
of tactics or strategy.

I could quote Boyd.

The simple way
to say it

is that some people
might reasonably fear

these Iraqis running around
trying to organize ways to kill us.

I don't.

And not because I'm a particularly
courageous individual.

I simply have
a bigger fear.

In my darkest hours,

I sometimes fear

that I will do something

General Mattis
won't like.

Gentlemen...

I have no such
fears tonight.

Brad.
Brad, get up.

We have a mission-
search and rescue.

One of the officers
went out to take a shit,

stepped over the berm and hasn't
been heard from since.

An officer.

From H&S company.

He's probably just lost
in the dark somewhere.

Fucking officers will
be the death of us yet.