Generation Kill (2008): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Burning Dog - full transcript

Quizmaster, this is Godfather.
I have you loud and clear.

Stand by for tasking.

Your mission is to conduct
this feint in force,

uncover enemy positions prior
to the main force's arrival.

- How copy?
- Roger. Solid copy on all.

One, two, three,

four little people outside.

Plus the three old ladies.

Look, Gabe. Haji soccer.

Tough little haji.

My grandma used to beat me with a 2x4.



Your grandma mean like that, Gabe?

No, man. My grandma hit
me because she loved me

and she wanted me to turn out good.

Hitman Two, this is Two One.

We've had eyes on the
village for over one hour now.

There are seven women and children,

no adult males.

No sign of the men who
fired those mortars.

How copy?

This is Hitman Two. Solid copy.

Ray,

- what the fuck is that smell?
- M.R.E. cookies.

What I did was I saved up
all those creamer packets

and all the sugars and I mixed in
peanut butter until I sort of made...



Don't set your face on fire again.

Word to the motherfuckin' street, yo!

I was not the one who
set my face on fire.

I was the fuckin'
victim and you know it.

Sergeant Colbert,

I was thinking...

Those trees over there behind us,

maybe the guys who
fired at us were in them.

Much as I appreciate Rolling
Stone's tactical input,

but I'm confident in the birds.

Birds?

Anything moves in those
trees, birds don't sing.

- Sgt. Espera?
- Yeah?

Do you have any more
of that enactionshit?

- Tenactin.
- Yeah, 'cause this thing...

Jesus Christ!

- 1,000-pounder from a
navy F-18. - God damn it.

- We don't have the full picture.
- It was on fucking battalion tac.

We had mortars fire at us from
somewhere near that hamlet. Maybe...

Maybe inside.

The bad guys shoot and scoot. By
the time we hit bac they're gone.

I am not the one who asked the enemy
to mix in with the civilian populace

and use them as cover to attack us.

- This is Hitman Two. R.T.B. Over.
- Roger.

We're moving out.

Man, we keep making the
same fucking mistakes.

My fucking cookies got schwacked.

What the fuck is his problem?

Come on, Ray.

We're Oscar Mike.

Someone around here is
hiding a mortar team!

I warn you again, we
will destroy your village

not only if you yourself are hostile,

but if you are harboring
any enemy elements!

Is he threatening me?

He's grateful to be liberated
and pleased to cooperate.

These people are worse
than the goddamn V.C.!

Dave, we've got Meesh.

Not that we're doing any better
than the French in Indochina.

I mean, we're making every
french mistake, right?

This dude has some cool shit.

Give me the map board.

Moreno, how much
longer we gonna be here?

He said the men came from outside,

- not from his village.
- How many men?

He used a word that
means a lot of dudes.

And he says they're planning to
ambush us once we cross the bridge.

Said there are men on the east
side, north side, and the west side.

And the men on the east
side, they got the big guns.

All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman.

- Hitman Three is debriefing locals.
- Hey, Person.

Didn't your mom put your picture
up on the Wal-Mart wall of heroes?

Yep.

My grandma did when
I went to Afghanistan.

I'm on the Nevada, Missouri
Wal-Mart wall of heroes.

Even got my dress blues on.

If my mother ever distributed my
likeness without written authorization,

I would disown her.

Technically speaking, Brad,

but didn't your biological
parents disown you

when they put you up for adoption?

Point, Ray.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted
by upper-middle-class professionals

and nurtured in an
environment of learning,

art, and a socio-religious culture

steeped in over two thousand
years of talmudic tradition.

Not everyone is lucky
enough to have been raised

in a Whiskey Tango trailer
park by a bowlegged female

whose sole qualification
for motherhood is a womb

that happened to catch a sperm
of a passing truck driver.

At least my mom took me to Nascar.

Your dad's a truck driver?

You okay?

It's all good, brother.

Hello.

Asalaam alaikum.

That doesn't get you, poke?

Come on, it'll be good for you.

Asalaam alaikum.

Here.

Here you go.

See?

Don't you feel better?

Fuck it, dawg.

You think giving them some rice and
a chocolate bar is gonna fix things?

Change of plan.

We have a village here providing info
on a possible ambush on the road ahead.

Well, let me guess, sir.

The plan is for us to
drive into it and draw fire.

You'll be happy to know
there is no plan for this.

Godfather's pulling us back.

The R.C.T. is pushing up some
L.A.Vs to clear out the ambush.

We're staying in a wadi
south of the bridge.

Get some!

This is how this ought to be fought.

We feel our way up these back
roads, generate intelligence,

and they send some real
ass in to deal with it.

You really believe pulling
us back from one ambush

represents a change in strategy?

There's no reason battalion
can't accidentally make

a smart decision now and then.

Even a broke-ass clock
is right twice a day.

What's this I'm hearing
about Casey Kasem

going around in front of E-3s and
2s, calling Lieutenant Fick a coward?

Yeah.

Jesus fucking Christ.

At least we ain't in the position of
having to babysit our platoon Commander.

I heard back in the
rear once they had a plan

to push Navy psychiatrists
forward to combat units.

Yeah, I scoffed then, but if ever
there was a candidate to be locked up

in the rubber tent, we know who he is.

Can you imagine what the
doctors would make of Ray Person?

Need I remind you that he is the
best damn R.T.O. in the business?

As long as you keep him away
from your uglier daughters

and your smaller livestock.

No.

The individual who needs his head
examined is the man responsible

for taking arguably the
finest damn independent

recon operators of any
military in the world,

and dropping us in Humvee platoons

to lead a parade of pogs, officers,
and heavily-armed subhuman morons

like Casey Kasem across Mesopotamia.

How much does Uncle Sam spend on us?

Jump school, dive school, mountain
warfare, ranger school, S.E.R.E.

That's a $1,000,000 on average
to train up 0321s like us.

And here we are,

perfectly-tuned Ferraris
in a demolition derby.

It sure isn't Afghanistan.

Any of us had been running
our teams in that AO,

we sure wouldn't have
dropped a bomb on that village

like they did this morning.

Gentlemen,

to Afghanistan.

In Somalia we were still able to
target these legit motherfuckers...

Hold what you got, warriors.

- November Juliet's coming around.
- Better watch your face, Ray.

Rudy's got the espresso pot brewing.

Yeah, it's obvious I was wrong
about invading Iraq for NAMBLA.

It turns out we're actually here
to set up a forward Starbucks.

Christ, look, we've already
inserted our Fruity Barista.

Thank you very much.

Now all we need is some
shitty fucking music playing,

like Norah Jones,

a couple of high-school girls
getting super fat on iced lattes,

a homeless guy trying to
scam the key to the restroom,

and some faggot writing
his novel on a laptop.

Gunny, this must steam Godfather,

letting other guys go into
an ambush instead of us.

I've never understood what the whole
rush was about in the first place.

There is no doubt America is
gonna beat Saddam's military.

- So why rush this shit?
- Ray,

remember that guy that got his
dick cut off and sewed back on?

Yeah. John Wayne Bobbit.

- He's a former Marine.
- What other famous Marines were there?

Lee Harvey Oswald,

that old children's television show
host Captain Kangaroo, he was one;

and uh, the guy

who climbed the university of Texas
clock tower and shot 16 people.

- No presidents?
- Closest we got was Oswald.

- I met John Wayne Bobbit.
- Get the fuck out of here.

I interviewed him when he
was trying to be a porn star.

- He did this movie where
- Nice!

He fucked a midget.

A Marine will fuck anything.

She was a nice girl, seriously.

Here you go, Gunny.

Thank you, Rudy.

Looks like we're in for
a cold night by the way

- that Zoolander's nipples are twisted.
- Thanks, Rude.

Let me hook you up,
my backwoods brother.

Pappy.

I always gotta fix you up, Pap.

Looks like you've got some
chafing here from your sapi plate.

I've got some emollients in the Humvee.

I'll get the Neutrogena.

Am I pushing you, my man?

Am I going too far?

Pappy, you know I love you, brother.

Rudy, you motherfucker,

hook me up with some of
that sweet November Juliet.

- Roger that.
- Why November Juliet?

It's like, military phonetic alphabet.

You know, like

- Whiskey Tango for white trash.
- Yeah, I get that.

But what does November Juliet stand for?

Nigger juice.

Beautiful.

Jesus Christ, dude.

Gentlemen, as you can see...

I'm told by the C.G. that

the reason for our chow shortage is that

95% of the one MarDiv
supply train in central Iraq

is being allocated to haul
artillery rounds to the front.

For us tonight, gentlemen,
this is good news.

We are on a new map sheet,

the last for phase three of our mission.

I can reveal to you tonight

that the C.G.'s objective since
pushing through Nasiriyah has been this:

Al Kut.

Here, to the east of Baghdad,

Al Kut holds the only major
bridge crossing the Tigris.

Since the inception of phase one,

CENTCOM has felt the need to control
this eastern route to Baghdad.

Phase four,

the assault on Baghdad,

cannot begin until Marines
own Al Kut and its bridge.

Three words:

tempo, tempo, tempo.

The swiftness of our advance

has succeeded in outpacing
the Iraqi military's efforts

to organize large-scale resistance.

Tonight,

Ferrando expects our tempo to increase.

This afternoon,

Bravo company

exploited the willingness of locals

to provide intelligence
regarding an enemy ambush.

That was good work.

No doubt many of you were
disappointed when division sent in

the R.C.T.'s light armored
units to clean them out.

By all rights, that should
have been our tasker.

But it turns out the C.G.
hasn't forgotten about us.

We have reports

that increasing numbers

of paramilitary forces are moving
into this area south of Al Kut.

Tomorrow morning,

the R.C.T. will begin
its final push to Al Kut

on the east bank of the canal.

Our push begins tonight.

We are to advance

along the western side of the canal

starting at approximately
2300 hours local time.

There's a town here, Muwaffaqiyah.

It's about four kliks north
of our current position.

Soon as we pass Muwaffaqiyah,

we've got 30 kliks of highway to Al Kut.

This, gentlemen, is our
happy hunting ground.

The C.G. has given us free rein

to initiate contact all along

this M.S.R.

There's not a Marine on the planet

who wouldn't want to be in
your shoes tonight, gentlemen.

Nate.

Quick word, please?

Looks like we're the quarterback again.

Look,

Nate,

as far as executing this play,

are we gonna have any...

Personal issues, skipper?

Not on my part, sir.

I do however have an issue
with unprofessional conduct

of senior enlisted
personnel in this company.

- Nate, I...
- Gunnery Sergeant,

you do not come up on a discussion

between the Captain and myself
and speak unless you are spoken to.

And nobody fucking spoke to you.

Aye aye, Lieutenant.

I want to be certain that
senior enlisted personnel

are not speaking for you

when airing derogatory opinions
about the command of my platoon.

If such opinions are yours, I would ask

that you share them
directly with me in private.

Opinions?

Anyone who says I have
opinions like you said, nate,

he's not on my team.

Very good, sir.

Without the right lubricant,

it's the same thing again
and again. Sucker just jams.

We just have to accept that

the only dependable weapon
you have up there is your saw.

You guys,

I just did a really dirty thing.

You know that picture of
Rolling Stone's girlfriend?

I think it's safe to say we all
know her intimately at this point.

I got it back from Bravo Three and I
swear I was gonna give it back to him.

But I ran into Wasik
on the way over here.

I traded that bitch for
some pec-2 batteries!

Ray, you pimped her out.

She is a dirty little
hoochie, isn't she?

Got any for the thermals?

Jesus, dude. It's a picture
of a reporter's girlfriend,

not of J. Lo's cum-dripping twat.

Yeah, you're right.

Walt, get some sleep.

I'm gonna give this another
try, Brad. You get some sleep.

Thanks, Walt.

What's the challenge and pass?

Blue diamond, blue diamond, asshole!

Q
- Tip, what the fuck?

I had to get medieval on his ass.

What is it?

I don't know, but it's got fur and
four legs and a little bit a meat.

All Victors, have team leaders
rally up on Hitman Two Victor. Over.

Yeah, copy that.

Brad.

Brad, get up.

56 minutes.

I've been asleep for 56 minutes.

Team leader meeting.

56 minutes and just one dream.

At least you got the dream.

- I dreamt I was in Iraq.
- Were you naked?

North of our position is the wild west.

We all know we've killed
a lot of bad guys already.

Sure.

Must be some bad guys in
all those women and children

we've been stacking along the roads.

Those who remain

are going to take their last stand here.

Bad news is we don't sleep tonight.

Good news is

we get to kill bad guys.

In six zero mikes, Bravo
company and Charlie company

are maneuvering onto the
western side of this canal.

Our orders are to set up positions
as we see fit along the M.S.R.

and hunt for paramilitaries
operating in the A-O.

Our goal is to terrorize the Fedayeen,
and this platoon will be on point.

Better us than Captain America.

The point is we are
taking the initiative.

And they're letting us do it at
night when we have the advantage.

Sir, need I remind you a lot of that
advantage resides in our thermals,

and we don't have a single
working set in the entire platoon?

Brad, we've still got our
N.V.G.s, pec-4s and 17-bravos.

Yes, sir.

Sir, the regiment's staying over
on the eastern side of the canal?

- Affirmative.
- And we got

- Alpha and H-and-S staying
behind? - We're going lean.

- We're hunters tonight.
- That's all good, sir.

But how do we get around
this bridge and the town

up to where the L.A.Vs was fighting?

We're not going around it.

Brad, your team will
be leading us across it.

Sir, is my team to do a foot
patrol to get eyes on the bridge

and make sure that the enemy
ambush has in fact been eliminated?

Negative, Brad.

Reconnaissance, sir.

Isn't that what reconnaissance
Marines are supposed to do?

Our timetable does not
allow for a foot patrol.

The chances for a serious
threat are very low.

We hit those ambush
points hard all night.

Sir,

if the L.A.Vs came back with casualties,

how's Humvee supposed...

Frankly, gentlemen, I'm not
hearing the aggressiveness I'd like.

- Prepare your teams to step off.
- Sir.

The people running this war can
fuck things up all they want.

And as long as we keep getting
lucky and making it through alive,

they'll just keep
repeating the same mistakes.

Nate.

Our orders are clear.

I would not help this platoon

by questioning him or
hesitating in any way.

The C.O. reached out to me.

I have to honor that, right?

Hurry up and grab your
gear. Let's fucking go!

Hey, you, get the fuck up! Go!

Hey, yo, Person, I changed
the batteries in the N.V.Gs.

- What's our tad with our Cobra escorts?
- None.

- We don't have comms.
- Why not?

That would be too easy.

I don't know. No one's
rogering up on the tads.

This is going to be a short mission.

Why don't you stay back
here with headquarters?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Reporter ain't gonna leave, Brad.

He skips town on us now,
might change our luck,

and that could adversely
affect our ability to survive

and complete this mission.

Are you kidding?

You don't want to make our luck
adverse and all, do you, dawg?

No.

Poke, make sure your
team watches our mark-19.

If we're down, I want Garza to
pick up the slack with your 50.

Roger that.

See you on the other side, sucka.

Turn it over, Ray.

Trombley, stow this.

Sorry, dude.

Pass me some of your ripped fuel.

And I fucking mean it
about the country music.

You know Brad, you're right.

Now isn't an appropriate
time for country music.

I was thinking a little
more old-school R&B.

Because look, I'm Stevie Wonder,

blind as a motherfucker
in my piece-of-shit N.V.Gs.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Two Actual.

We are Oscar Mike.

All right, kids, let's make some money.

All Hitman Two Victors, this is
Hitman Two. Increase dispersion. Break.

Low illum is restricting
our vis on the N.V.Gs. Over.

Hitman Two, Hitman Two Three.

Roger.

HitmanTtwo, this is Hitman
Two One Bravo. Roger that.

Hitman Two, this is
Hitman Two Two. Solid.

We have the bridge four
kliks ahead to the west.

There will be a right turn
toward the bridge abutment.

Yeah, roger that.

Brad,

is that a guardrail on
this side of the road?

It's the shoulder.

It slopes.

I know you've got no depth
perception in those N.V.G.s

but use some common fucking sense
in your situational awareness.

It's the way that the fucking
ambient light is slanting in.

I can't tell if dark
areas are ditches or walls.

Two One Bravo, this is Two One Alpha.

Someone on your victor appears
to have his I.R. designator on.

Two One Alpha. Yeah, it's me, dawg.

I got a foot-mobile, possible
tango, about one o'clock,

200 meters out,

crouched on a berm.

Over.

Copy that.

Two One Bravo, that is a trash bag
caught on some kind of scrub brush.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

It's our I.R. lasers.

You can't see them without N.V.G.s.

I don't even have a
plastic bag to shoot.

Oh, now remember James,

once you fire a bullet,
you can't take it back.

God damn it!

Two Actual, this is
Two One. Interrogative:

do we have any idea what
those Cobras are shooting at?

Negative, Two One. We have no
comms with the Cobras. Over.

Fuck!

Why are we slowing, Ray?

My N.V.G.s keep going off.

It's from the fucking flashes from
the rockets keep washing 'em out.

I can't see shit.

Two Actual, interrogative.

Are we to continue forward into
area being lit by those Cobras?

Two One, maintain
direction and speed. Over.

Roger that.

Cobras are frapping the
east side of the river. Over.

Hold your sectors!

- Oh shit!
- Fuck!

Holsey, sweep that area with your I.R.

Shit!

You all right, Walt?

Nothing.

Shell cases hit me.

Why are we turning, Ray?

There was a ditch or
something in the road.

Hey, something's blocking the bridge.

You see it, Walt?

It's like a connex box
in the middle of the road.

All Hitman Two Victors, be advised,

there is an obstacle
in front of the bridge.

We cannot continue forward.

Hitman Two One, is
there any way around it?

Negative, Hitman Two. We need to peel.

Ray, I need us to egress immediately.

We're in a kill zone here.

Walt, can you see the ditch
that I just drove past?

It ain't a ditch.

It's like a drainpipe
that's been drug on the road.

You have to make a
three-point turn here.

Turn around.

I got trees on my left, maybe
five meters off the road.

Fuck!

Hey, Brad,

Espera's vehicle is in front
of us. We're fucking boxed in!

I don't got nobody out here.

I got nothing.

Two One Bravo, this is Two One
Alpha. We need you to turn around.

Over.

Two One Alpha, this is Two One Bravo.

Two Two is blocking us. Over.

Hitman Two Three, this is Hitman
Two. We need you to turn around.

You're boxing the platoon in. How copy?

Eetman Two, dees is Eetman Two Tree.

We hung up on a pipe...

There are men in the trees.

- Contact right!
- Contact right!

Contact, three o'clock!

Go go!

Dismount, 12 o'clock!

- Suppress him with that saw!
- I got him!

Two One victor, this is Two Two Victor.
We're gonna dismount our vehicles now...

Over on the right! Over on the right!

Taking fire!

Ammo!

Two Three, Two Two.

Stafford, to our three!

Incoming!

Foot mobiles, left!

Ray, how's our progress egressing?

All Hitman Victors, this is Two One.

Is it at all possible
for any of you to back up?

Ees two tree...

God damn Baptista!

How the fuck would you like it

if I joined the brazilian
Marines and only spoke english?

Shift fire!

He's on the works!

Watch your four o'clock!

- Lilley!
- What the fuck?

Would you please...

back the fuck up?

- Garza, are we clear?
- Not going well!

Two Three, get up here. I
need suppression fire now!

Left side! Left side!

I can't I.D. the target.

Bravo Two's getting
chopped up pretty good.

Like Brad says,

stay frosty, gents.

Holy mother of God.

We got a slaughterhouse up there, men!

All gunners, hold your fire!

Eric, watch for infiltrators.

Be prepared to fire.

On my command!

He gives an order to shoot,
we'll end up schwacking Bravo Two.

Hot mike the radios, dirty.

You got it.

R.P.G.!

Watch your fire! Watch your fire!

100 meters!

Get that. 50 cal up!

Fuck yeah!

Hitman Two, this is Two One.

We are unable to move
in any direction, over.

This is Two Two.

Man down!

Say again,

team Two has a man down!

Over.

Who we got, Pappy?

Ah, it's just my foot!

I got you, bro.

Hitman Two, what is the status?

I say again, what is the
status of your man down? Over.

I've been hit in the foot.

Change your magazines!

- I'm out!
- Gunny, we need to withdraw!

We need to back it up the way...

Back it up the way we came in!

Get this shit up!

Christeson, hold your sector!

On the left!

- Get your weapons up!
- Pick up your rate of fire!

Shift left, shift left!

Motherfucker! Turn it
around. I'll be right back!

Baptista, turn it around
now! We engaged! Turn now!

Don't shoot. Lt. is foot-mobile.

Up onto the berm, hard right, then go!

Roger that!

Billy, you need to back up onto
the berm, hard right, follow rudy.

- Rudy, is that Espera to our left?
- I'm in, Pappy.

- Who's to our left?
- That's Espera. He's trying to turn!

- Garza, how's it looking?
- Sergeant, we're clear to our six!

Go slow!

Talk to me, Walt!

Clear! Okay, go go!

- Clear on the right! Go!
- Two One peeling.

All Victors, push past Bravo
Three's position and hold.

Break, break!

Two Two, what is Echo
Five Bravo's status?

We've stopped the bleeding. He's stable.

Break. What's the status
of the Cas-evac? Over.

Standby!

Hitman Two Actual, this is Two Three.

All vehicles are up.

Push, push, push!

Check the tires, Ray.

Jesus Christ.

Did you know people shiver when
they have an excess of adrenaline?

It cuts the blood flow or something.

They taught us that in S.O.I.

Is that what happens to you?

No.

I get a woody.

Pappy, man, I'm so sorry.

Rude.

Yeah?

- Where's my cope?
- Sgt. Patrick,

you're late for your Medevac.

All right, go.

Good luck, pappy.

I got you covered.

You're team leader now.

Get your Victor up. We're
moving out again soon.

Lt, sir.

- He refused to get Cas-evaced. - I
don't want him if he's ineffective.

I took a Shrapnel of his thigh,
but it missed the femoral artery.

He tourniqueted himself, sir.

Got back up on his
weapon and returned fire.

Boom, boom. I was taking
*** with flurry of ***

...sir.

Screwby, sir.

The great destroyers.

Yeah, L.A.Vs rock.

Pouring down hate and
discontent like a motherfucker.

Get your team ready, Poke.

Lt. wants us Oscar
Mike when they finish.

When they finish fucking shit up
there might not even be a bridge.

We're linking up with bravo three ahead.

- They are on point.
- All right.

I want 15 meters between
their last Humvee and ours.

Why aren't they sending
tanks over the bridge first?

'Cause they don't know how strong the
bridge is, if it'll even hold tanks.

What if it's mined?

That's exactly why they're
sending us. I mean, come on, dude.

You don't want to risk a $5,000,000 tank

when you can send a
piece-of-crap Humvee.

All Hitman Two Victors, Hitman
Three is Oscar Mike ahead of us.

Let's move out.

Let's go.

Wake up, Trombley!

All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman.

War pig has suppressed
targets at the bridge,

and tanks have blown barriers
at the bridge approach. Over.

This is Hitman Three. Roger that.

Hitman. This is Hitman
Two Actual. Roger that.

Dirty, right through the town!

Contact left! R.P.G!

All Hitman. Shift east, 50 meters.

Fuck!

We're stuck!

All Hitman Three Victors,
vehicle two is stuck. Over.

Put in four low. Get
us the fuck out of here!

It's not going in!

Piece-of-shit
Humvee!

Hitman, this is Hitman Three.

Relay to twisting, good
effects on target. Break.

R.P.G. team destroyed. Over.

Hitman Three, this is Hitman.

Solid copy. Roger on relay.

Hitman Three.

Enrage Four One established H.A. Susan.

Still waiting for B.D.A.

Twisting copies. Stand by.

Enrage Four One, R.P.G. Team destroyed.

Enrage Four One copies all.

Two Actual, this is Two One.

We have four Hitman Three
Victors halted on the bridge.

This is Hitman Two Actual.

Solid copy.

Did one of their Humvees make it?

Hitman Three, this is Hitman Three Two.

We're in the town.

We observe no enemy
activity at this time.

Break.

We're still trying to
locate a route through.

Movement's restricted
due to debris. Over.

Hitman Three, you copy my last?

Redman, how close is Hitman Three?

Fuck.

He ain't bleeding.

His neck don't look broken.

We lost the platoon.

All Hitman Victors, this
is Hitman Three Actual.

This is Hitman Three Actual.

The bridge is partially
destroyed! We're trapped!

I say again, we are fucking trapped!

Militarily speaking, Kocher, ain't
we the only ones that are trapped?

Back the fuck up.

- Where is Hitman Actual?
- That way, sir.

Roll it over to company.

...Tet offensive. Bullshit!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

I got some good men dying in there!

Hold your sectors, men!

Break. Hitman Two, Hitman Two, we
need to back these Humvees back...

Give me your radio.

There's one thing I
learned in ranger school...

- Hand it to me.
- ... we must seize initiative.

Keep your eyes on those reeds.

They could be massing a
suicide R.P.G. team as we speak.

We don't know. Any
movement in there, you...

What the hell is going on here?

We were, we're...

The stuck vehicle, it...

Stuck.

I got my best Marines cut off
in that town, dying in there!

Craig,

Godfather needs to unfuck
this clusterfuck now.

We need to think of
this as a defensive line,

and a goal-line stand.

And you're the offense, Craig.

You need to be a hard charger here.

Put some fuckin' muscle into it.

Men!

Over here!

Two-minute warning, guys,

two-minute warning!

Yeah!

Yeah!

...this is Hitman.

Bridge is all clear.

Sir,

you did a favor by
taking my radio from me.

Gentlemen,

this is the end zone!

Go yellowjackets!

How's it feel now, you
filthy motherfuckers?

God damn dirty haji motherfuckers
trying to fuck with me?

Fuck you!

That's what you get when you try
to ambush Marines, motherfucker!

You get dead!

Son of a bitch!

Sir,

get a load of this.

They don't look like Iraqi regulars.

Looks like he could have
been a college student.

We've got a wounded enemy.

Shoot him!

Can you help this man?

He could be booby-trapped, sir.

I'll search him, sir.

Because of this dying
motherfucker and his dead friends,

we're eight hours behind schedule.

Look at this motherfucker.

Roll him over and check his back.

He's all yours, doc.

Amphetamine,

pretty high-grade shit.

Dude,

these are Syrian pounds.

Syrian passport.

Ahmed Al Zari,

born in Damascus,

age 26,

entered Iraq... march 23.

Three days after we came.

His address in Iraq is the...
Palestine Hotel in Baghdad.

Restaurant is two-star, but room
service is out of this world.

And if you go around the corner,
there's a club where the ladies go,

- just... say you're a friend of Uday's.
- What does the rest of it say?

"Purpose for entering Iraq:

"jihad. "

He put "jihad" at passport control.

That's some wicked shit,

some evildoing shit, if you ask me, man.

They're coming here to fight us.

I wonder if President Bush
will ever find out about this.

It's what the president's been talking
about with the war on terrorists.

This is why we're here.

Go on, man, fuck it up.

The fuck is wrong with you, Dawg?

What is it with you white boys?

Leave you alone for 10 minutes, you
go all "lord of the flies" and shit.

What up, yo?

Holy fucking shit, dude.

Unreal.

Rude, check it out. I'm you.

Here, dead.

Alive.

I'm dead here. Now I'm alive.

- I'm dead. Alive. Dead.
- Ray.

What's your point?

Just trying to cheer you up, brother.

Fucking unreal.

I'm putting you in Trombley's
seat when we move out.

You need some rest.

I'm okay Brad.

Trombley slept a couple of
hours last night. You didn't.

I want you in some
shade inside the Humvee.

Lt's boys are eating some
weird-ass meat over there.

It's like Jeffrey Dahmer's picnic.

Makes you appreciate shit...

Makes you appreciate shit like...

good old-fashioned

chunked, formed meat patties.

That was some fucking true
Iceman shit you pulled last night.

Your superhuman powers of
observation saved the whole platoon.

Shit, Dawg

they thought they were
gonna get the drop on Iceman?

Fuck no.

The Iceman can see you before
you even know you're there.

Those guys were untrained amateurs.

Oh yeah?

How come we didn't see them?

You're not as good as me.

What kind of goddamn sadists
work at the M.R.E. factory?

10 days and nothing but peanut butter.

When the fuck am I going to
get a jalapeno and cheese?

I'm allergic to peanuts.

How's everybody doing?

It's just the same every day now.

Dig a hole,

eat,...

- kill.
- And jack off.

Be nice to add some sleep into the mix.

You know funny thing is...

I would done anything to save
those shepherds trombley hit.

Yesterday I musta killed
two, maybe three guys.

I don't feel nothing.

Me neither Dawg.

I shot some motherfucker
right in the grape,

saw the back of his head bust off.

I don't feel nothing.

- Is this how true warriors feel?
- Don't fool yourself.

We aren't being warriors out here.

They're just using us
as machine operators,

semiskilled labor.

T.Is over here.

Just about ready, Sir.

The news on Pappy is good.

This morning he was taken to the R.C.T.

shock-trauma, where they
loaded him onto a bird.

He's on his way to a
navy hospital in Spain.

Back at Camp Mathilda, Pappy once said,

"Don't pet a burning dog. "

I had nodea what he meant
by that until 12 hours ago.

Last night we pet a burning dog.

I know it. You know it.

There's no use in pretending we didn't.

That's very astute, Sir.

We step off in 30 minutes.

Our route is taking us through
the center of Muwaffaqiyah,

the town we almost
made it to last night.

But isn't the bridge damaged, Sir?

There's an alternate route.

I think we can take it from here, Sir.

Thank you, Gents.

I got new map sheets of the A.O.

We did pet a burning dog.

In more ways than one.

Those jihadists who attacked us?

Isn't this the exact opposite of
what we want to have happen here?

It's all on that guy's passport. 2 weeks
ago he was still a student in syria.

He wasn't a jihadi
until we came to Iraq.

Hitman Two. Something
is loose in your vehicle.

Roger that.

Ray, in about one klik we'll
hit the cutoff to the town.

Why didn't we go this way last night?

You're not thinking military, dude.

See, bypassing the ambush

is just what the ambushers
expected us to do.

If they expected us to bypass them,

why did they set up the ambush?

Because they're not
professional military.

Slow down, Ray.

Shit, those could be more of
those dudes we fought last night.

Hitman Two, this is Two One.

On our two o'clock we are
passing a group of foot-mobiles,

all male, early 20s,
definitely not from around here.

I strongly request permission to
set up a snatch mission on them.

How copy?

Stand by.

This is two actual.

Our request for a snatch
has been denied. Over.

Roger. Thanks for trying.

Jesus, look at all that ordnance.

This looks like jihad central.

All Hitman Two Victors,

we are to proceed to our objective
as per Godfather's orders.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Hitman Two.

Hold your sectors.

It's weird.

We had one guy shot in
the foot and another guy

take a little shrapnel in the
leg, and we level half the town.

Hajis gotta learn.

Hitman Two One, the
M.S.R. that we're blocking

is on the northeast corner of the town.

Push through to that point.

Copy that.

Ray, push through to the edge of town.

We're setting up a roadblock.

Hey, you got that camera working
again? I thought that shit was dead.

Yeah.

We got team three accompanying engineers

to check out a Ba'ath
military installation.

Cool cool.

We got kids up the alley.

Don't shoot.

They're just curious.

Republican guard took
over every classroom.

Now we get to blow up a school.

This is every
fourth-grade boy's fantasy.

We know kids were here until february.

Now that's freaky.

Yeah. Why'd these kids draw
little girls with blonde hair?

Saddam was even trying
to steal our holiday.

That's fucking twisted.

Oh, shit.

I don't like it when
civilians flee, Dawg.

Brad.

Meesh has debriefed some locals

who say jihadists are planning
to attack us with suicide bombers.

Soon as Team Three gets back, we're
clearing the town and pushing north.

Roger that, Sir.

What are you doing
with that smoke grenade?

What we discussed yesterday, Sir.

New procedure for stopping cars.

Charlie has already
started using blue smoke.

I don't like this, Brad.

We fire the smoke grenade
100 meters distant.

If it's bad guys, we
have time to light 'em up.

We've got reports of suicide bombers.

We can still kill the
cars that don't stop.

This just gives civilians a chance.

I'm asking, Sir.

You do have power over this.

All right.

We got a vehicle.

Don't fire unless they drive through

and I give the order.

You turned him, Sergeant.

No shit, you obvious motherfucker.

All Hitman Two Victors,
this is Hitman Two Three.

Controlled det in 10, 9...

We got a controlled det in five, four,

three,

two, one.

Why'd we leave that ordinance out
in the field if we're gonna blow up

the only school in this town?

Am I missing something?

Got another one coming at us.

Fuck, Walt!

You didn't even fire a warning shot.

That was a wounding shot, motherfucker!

You okay?

The car kept coming.

Yeah.

Come on.

Sit down.

It's all right.

Holy shit. Check it out.

That's some real rob zombie shit, man.

Nice shooting.

We're just doing our jobs.

All Hitman Victors, the battalion
has cleared Muwaffaqiyah.

We are to advance up
to al kut immediately.

Mount up.

We're Oscar Mike.

We're Oscar Mike!