[helicopter whirring]
[whirring increases]
["Paint It Blue" playing on speakers]
♪ They say there's a price On my head ♪
♪ And that I'm better off dead ♪
[lock beeps] [door opens]
♪ But that sheriff ♪ ♪ Better keep this in mind ♪
[door closes]
[chattering on comms]
There a problem, Sergeant?
No, sir. Sorry, I was just, uh--
Get your shit together. We lift off in five. Yes, sir.
Hey, you're HALO qualified, yeah?
HALO? No, sir.
Are we doing a HALO jump?
You'll be fine.
I'd go Froot Loops. My daughter loves them.
[door opens]
[whispers] Oh, fuck.
[music continues]
♪ I bet you're gonna Love the way I'm gone ♪
[master sergeant] Going after a CIA asset that's been captured.
The plan is to extract him with minimal casualties.
He was gathering intel on Alexander Petrov,
a Russian arms dealer and former KGB.
♪ I ain't too concerned With my name ♪
♪ 'Cause I know It won't be on my grave ♪
[sergeant] What's up?
Is that your family?
Nah, just a pic that came with the helmet.
Yeah. Wife and kids.
Nice.
Are those the new 5.11 tactical gloves?
You know, the ones with the Kevlar knit.
Yeah, yeah. Kevlar knit.
Awesome.
JTAC...
just try to relax, okay?
♪ So I'm fixing To paint it blue ♪
[vocalizes]
[announcer] Right back the other way
on the Euro and gets that one to go.
And a whistle too...
[song continues on PA]
♪ I might be down in Texas After a while ♪
[announcer chattering on laptop]
♪ Or Louisiana in style ♪
That bad?
Yeah, that bad.
Do you wanna talk about it?
[chuckles]
You want a hug? We can hug.
You need me?
Yeah, I wanted to ask you something, but...
Okay. Coffee?
Sure.
Okay. [grunts] Cool.
So, uh, you know the wedding's coming up, right?
Yes, I do. Twenty-third. [chuckles] That's right.
You're not gonna change the date, are you?
What? I've got everything organized.
I got the kids in place. I got the ex-wives in place.
Lucy will be out of the hospital-- Reaper. Reaper.
I'm not gonna change the date.
I, um, actually wanted to talk to you about something else.
I wanted to ask-- Who moved my shit?
Airman, who moved my shit?
Huh?
Coffee pods.
I-- I don't know, sir. I use the drip.
Well, I can't trust a word you say then, can I?
[drawers opening, closing]
[cutlery clatters]
[sighs]
I take the time every goddamn morning.
I do it for efficiency,
easy recognition,
and organization.
Is it appreciated? No.
It is respected? I think not.
But I do it for the morale of the squadron.
[grunts]
You were saying?
[machine whirring]
Op starts in 15.
Yeah. I thought you wanted to talk about something.
It can wait.
[chuckles]
["Cenotaph" playing on speakers]
[Kinney] Shit.
You lose something?
Oh, just my cereal.
Your what?
Froot Loops. I had a box of Froot Loops.
I don't know what I did with it.
Jesus Christ, Air Force.
Barely started this op and you're already sweating about a box of Frosted Flakes.
No, no. It was-- It was Froot Loops.
Huh?
Froot Loops, not Frosted Flakes.
Is this kid for real?
[chuckles]
Don't be an asshole.
Oh, that's cute.
Thanks, man.
[chuckles] Fucking Froot Loops.
How old are you, Air Force?
Twenty-seven.
Ugh.
Bishop, how old's your daughter now? Twenty?
You should set Air Force up on a date.
[laughs] Yeah.
I will shoot you in the dick, Abell. I swear to God.
[chuckles]
[Abell] Dick.
[Reaper] No, honey. I can't.
I can't go.
'Cause I gotta be here at work.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Look, just get your sister to go.
What about your mom?
All right. Well, why don't you call--
Oh, you called Judy?
Oh.
Look, okay, okay. [chuckles]
If it's only a couple of things. That's fine. That's fine.
But right now, I gotta go 'cause I got a mission, yeah?
[announcer on TV] Zeigler, a little teardrop.
You know I don't like that shot in college, right? It's made about--
Yeah, it's made about 37% of the time. [whispers] Fuck.
[announcer on TV] Zeigler just settled for a tough floater
on the first side of the floor.
[Reaper] Guys.
I got a favor to ask you.
My wife is pregnant.
While I'm on op, if she goes into labor, she's gonna call that phone.
Right?
You need to answer it,
and you need to come and get me.
Copy?
Thank you very much.
And why don't we just keep this volume down at a low level?
'Cause this is a professional work environment.
Now, now. Just because your team delivered the biggest choke
in March Madness history... [soldiers chuckling]
...doesn't mean the rest of us can't still enjoy ourselves.
It's about Lucy, Virgil. It's important.
I know.
Notice the, uh, pseudofolliculitis barbae hasn't cleared up.
Not yet, sir. No.
Well, you just let me know when you're ready to shave.
I will, sir. All right.
Go, Vols!
[all shouting]
Warhawk, this is Blackbird approaching drop zone.
Headed to 15,000 feet. Six minutes to the DZ.
[pilot] Winds are five knots and to the southeast. Skies are clear.
Happy hunting.
All right, boys. Six minutes.
Here we go. [device beeping]
Froot Loop, now's the time to be checking your weapon.
I'm good.
Not your Game Boy. Your actual weapon.
[Kinney] Hey, look. I'm in charge of the drone.
So if we wind up in a situation and I'm shooting,
we got big fucking problems.
[laughs] You're not wrong.
JTAC's only good for one thing, and that is--
[all] Bringing the rain.
Is this your first mission in theater, JTAC?
Second. But first with operators.
What?
Hell, I'll say it. Um...
We're about to head into a shitstorm.
You still look like you kind of need someone to wipe your ass.
So just do me a favor.
Keep up and don't fuck up.
Last thing we need in this op is to have to save your ass.
Ah, he's good.
Hey, remember your training.
Talk to the planes.
When they start dropping bombs, make sure it's on the bad guys.
Yes, sir. Come on.
You're not gonna need these.
This is a sterilized op.
[copilot] Be advised, we are approaching--
[master sergeant] Right, boys.
Let's get our masks on. Let's get to work.
[alarm beeping]
Hey, JTAC, this might sound stupid but don't forget to breathe, yeah?
Stay on your comms.
When that hits 3,000, deploy your chute.
It's just the same as airborne, only way fucking higher.
[chuckles] [clicks]
[master sergeant] Good to go.
[Bishop] I'll see you fuckers on the beach.
[Abell] Hooah.
[master sergeant] Hey, walk in the park.
[panting]
[grunting]
[clicking] [groaning]
[grunts] [clicks]
[Kinney coughing]
[master sergeant] You good?
Let's go. Come on. Get up.
That ridge. Four klicks by 0800.
Let's go. Let's move.
[birds squawking]
All right.
Thank you, Miller.
[Branson] Okay, team has landed.
Operators are en route.
The drone is ten mikes out from rendezvous point,
and Warhawk is switching comms.
This carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin.
This is not my chair.
Yes, it is. No, it is not.
Oh, my God, Reaper. I did not take your chair.
I know you didn't take my chair.
It'll be these commie assholes from Shadow Flight.
You finished?
No, I'm not.
Eat a bag of dicks.
[chuckles]
Now I'm finished.
Okay.
All right, let's take this lady to the dance.
[sighs]
[insects chirping] [birds twittering]
Playboy 0-6, this is Reaper 1-0 checking in.
You have one MQ-9 in the air.
One by BLU-118 onboard.
Eight hours of playtime ahead.
Reaper 1-0, this is Playboy 0-6. Stand by for grid. Over.
Roger. Standing by.
[Kinney] Grid as follows,
November, Victor, 7-niner-5-7-1-8.
That's a friendly grid.
[Reaper] Roger, Playboy. I have visual on friendly grid.
I am your eyes in the sky and the bringer of doom.
Over. [comms device clicks]
Reaper is airborne. Our location is confirmed.
What's the ordnance?
Two Hellfires and a BLU-118, sir.
Lose the "sir" shit.
I work for a living. It's Sugar or Sug.
All right.
Makes him feel old.
He is old.
Ooh.
Thanks, Air Force.
[monkey chattering]
[Abell] Hey, JTAC.
What rock did they find you under?
In Guam on a training exercise.
Missed the flight out.
That was nine hours ago.
[Abell] How'd you miss the flight?
I had some stomach issues.
[Bishop] Wait.
You're here 'cause you had the shits?
[chuckles]
Well, I hope you got that all cleared out.
You shit your pants on an op, that stain will follow you for life.
[Sugar] Did you get briefed?
Yeah, but I'm a little confused.
[Sugar] What about?
Well, I'm not Tier One.
Yet he walks amongst us.
[Kinney] I thought operators don't go out without Tier One personnel.
We don't.
[Kinney] So why am I here?
A JSOC asset disappeared two weeks ago.
Believed to be kidnapped.
We've got intel on a possible locale.
So this is a rescue op?
[Sugar] Potentially.
[Abell] Ah, you can never keep up with these CIA spooks.
Either way, here we are.
So to answer your question-- no, you shouldn't be here.
And yes, Delta doesn't usually go out without their Tier One personnel.
And yes, if our guy is here,
then we'll go in and fucking get him.
Translation: Step up your game.
[Velcro unfastens]
[line ringing] [phone beeps]
I need someone to cover.
Yeah.
I gotta check in with Lucy.
How's she doing?
She's fantastic.
Got the baby brain going on though.
I gotta repeat everything five times. [chuckles]
She's amazing. Absolutely huge.
I've got the same thing about this wedding.
Ah, it's understandable.
There's a lot of detail. You think about it,
a wedding is probably the greatest social ritual humanity has. You know?
Most important day of your life.
Might as well get it right.
You're only gonna do it once.
Reaper, you've been married four times.
Yeah, that's just me though. I'm a romantic.
What did you want to ask me before?
[door opens]
Oh, I-- Hold that thought.
Thank you, Miller. [Miller] Reaper.
[grunts]
[groans]
Hey, what's up?
[groans] This fucking frag is a pain in my ass.
I thought you got that patched up. I did.
So why are you still... [chuckles] ...bitching about it?
There's still a fucking hole in my leg, asshole.
What happened?
[Abell] Uh, IED.
Some kid triggered it from half a klick out.
We never stood a chance.
And therein lies the problem, Froot Loop.
All this tech,
it takes the human element out of warfare.
And what happens when all that shit fails?
Well...
Well, what?
I don't know. I mean, I think this tech saves lives.
In a way, it takes the barbaric nature out of it.
Barbaric nature?
Lipstick on a pig.
You really think you dropping a bomb on 50 people
is any better than us shooting them in the head?
No. War is barbaric.
Ain't ever gonna fucking change.
Already has.
Listen up, Froot Loop. Let me tell you a story.
You can fight with all your robots and your Reapers and cell phones you want.
The end of the day, when the technology fails
and all your-- your batteries and your bullets and your bombs run out,
you know, and the fucking sun explodes,
war comes down to one very simple thing.
And that's man killing man.
Just takes one shit day to change your whole perspective.
That's a fact.
[grunts]
Welcome to the land of bad.
[applauding]
Fucking great story, man.
Really fucking good. Rich and compelling.
[thunder rumbles]
What do you got? I got movement.
Hundred meters.
Just the other side of those rocks.
I need eyes over that ridge.
Hundred meters northeast.
Reaper 1-0, this is Playboy 0-6.
There's suspicious movement a hundred meters northeast of our position.
Can you check it out?
Roger that, Playboy. Stand by.
Hundred meters southeast.
[Kinney] Got good handshake.
Reaper 1-0, can you zoom in?
[Reaper] Copy that.
[laughs] Yeah. Well, that's sexy.
[Kinney on comms] Pan left, 50 meters.
[beeps]
What the fuck?
[beeps]
Reaper, I'm hollow. Over.
Roger. Stand by.
Systems malfunction. [beeping continues]
Goddamn piece of shit.
Playboy, we have a systems malfunction on the bird.
Copy that. Is the pod inop?
[Reaper on comms] That is an A-firm, Playboy.
We got to get this piece of shit back to base.
[Kinney on comms] Is another bird available?
That is a negative. We'll fix this one up and get it back to you stat.
Reaper's down. No other UAVs available.
[Bishop] Broken Reaper, huh?
Ain't that some fuckin' irony?
Looks like we're gonna have to clear this ridge the old-fashioned way.
Abell, you're on point. Copy.
[Sugar] Bishop, you're left. Copy.
What's the rest of our air support?
Hornet's on standby. Thirty mikes out. Mmm.
What do you want me to do? Nothing.
I got nothing on my end.
Same here.
Looks clear.
Wait.
Wait, I've got movement.
Ten meters.
[squeals, grunts]
Oh, for fuck's sake.
It's a fucking oink oink.
What the hell's an oink oink?
A fucking pig, dumbass.
Pretty sure you got a picture of her in your wallet.
[scoffs] Fucker.
Huh.
This is serious bad-guy lair shit.
Got two Tangos on the bridge.
[undergrowth rustles]
A third on the far right.
Other side of the tent.
See a Starbucks down there?
No, I see number four on the lower part of the S-bend road.
[pouch zips]
Let's push down.
Okay. Clear.
Clear.
Okay. We're gonna call this OP1.
Air Force, set up up top.
Abell, you stay put. Set up your hindsight.
Bishop, you're with me.
We're gonna wrap around southeast. 300 meters.
Hooah.
You good?
Yeah. Think so.
Okay. Go forth and conquer.
[water splashing]
[sighs]
[Sugar on comms] All right, gents. Sit tight.
Call out what you see.
I want a head count on that compound before we move on it.
[Bishop] Sug?
When can we get a nice gig in Hawaii?
I'm sick of swamp crotch.
[Sugar on comms] I don't think they'd allow you back in Hawaii since last time.
Oh, fuck me.
[Bishop on comms] That was one time.
[grunts]
[whispers] Piece of shit. Fucking--
[clanging]
[clanging stops]
[Sugar on comms] Got movement.
All right, this sure looks like our guy.
Bishop, can you confirm?
[Bishop] Yeah, that's Petrov all right.
[Sugar on comms] Okay, if he's here, the asset's gotta be close.
[announcer chattering on TV]
Captain Grimm. Raven.
No, it's not.
I'm sorry. I can't do that for you from here.
You're gonna have to call the operator back.
If you ask for extension 141, that's Thunderbolt.
Uh-huh. Yeah, no problem.
[announcer chattering on TV]
Guys,
what the fuck?
What's the problem, Captain?
I asked you to keep an ear on this phone.
Some smart-ass has turned the goddamn ringer off.
Why don't you turn it back on?
I have.
Is your wife actually in labor, Captain?
On the precipice, sir.
Water's broken?
Impending.
[Packett] Having any of those, uh, contractions?
Well, since you asked-- Right now, 40 mikes apart.
Last night, she was tooting like a bugler at a Gettysburg reenactment.
Currently, her cervix is two centimeters dilated and starting to yawn.
All right, that is too much information.
Yes, it is, sir.
Airmen, for the love of God, make sure that phone's turned on.
Thank you.
[insects chirping]
Contact.
Multiple vehicles inbound, 11:00.
Oh, Petrov is on the move.
Who the hell are these guys?
[Sugar] Don't know.
Local militia?
[on comms] Kinda looks like Abu Sayyaf.
Bishop, can you confirm?
Yeah, I can't tell.
[on comms] More guys with guns.
[Sugar] Sure as shit ain't taking this compound till they leave.
Check out the dude getting out the left side of the lead vehicle.
Tell me that doesn't look like Saeed Hashimi.
Fuck.
Who's that?
[Sugar on comms] Head of Abu Sayyaf.
I'm sure he's here to buy guns. Keep your eyes open.
Guns on safety.
JTAC, what's the status of our air?
Reaper still down. Hornet on standby.
You want it airborne? [Sugar on comms] Negative.
Sit tight. Let me work on a new game plan.
♪ Well, tell me mama ♪ ♪ What's goin' on ♪
♪ Tell me darling What's goin' on ♪
Yo, drone's fixed.
Handover in five. I'm ready.
♪ I'd stay round here But I believe It's much too rough ♪
[door closes]
♪ I'd stay round here But I believe It's much too rough ♪
♪ I'm goin' back to Texas I believe I've had enough ♪
[Reaper] Fuck.
Playboy, this is Reaper 1-0 back on station. Checking in.
Requesting permission to establish overhead.
Copy that. Good to have you back, Reaper.
[clicks]
Grid is as follows:
November, Victor, 1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5. Over.
Copy grid, Playboy.
I have contact.
Open circular compound, one large concrete structure
and a road heading north crossing a dam.
Confirm target area.
[Kinney on comms] Roger that.
You have target area in sight.
[Bishop] I didn't know Hashimi was in bed with Petrov.
Well, Hashimi's a terrorist.
He's got to buy his guns from somewhere.
[speaking Filipino]
[Bishop] The missus doesn't look too thrilled about it.
[Abell] Yeah, this guy's definitely a creeper.
She's getting stranger-danger vibes for sure.
[singing] ♪ Hashimi and Petrov Sitting in a tree ♪
♪ K-I-- ♪
[gunfire]
Fuck.
[all shouting]
[Petrov's wife] Run! Go, go, go.
Oh, fuck.
[screaming] [gunfire continues]
What the fuck, Sugar? What are we doing?
Warhawk, this is Alpha One.
Have hostiles engaging with civilians.
Requesting updated ROE. Over.
[screaming]
Make him watch. [shouts]
Allahu Akbar!
[exhales] Fuck me.
[Abell on comms] Motherfucker.
Jesus Christ.
[screams, gasping]
[Hashimi] Petrov-- [speaking Arabic]
[grunting]
[speaking Arabic]
[gasping]
[speaking Arabic]
[militia member shouting]
[child screaming] Papa!
[gasping, shouts]
Fuck this, Sugar. I ain't watching this asshole lop off a kid's head.
Kinney, stand by for potential diversion.
[gun cocks]
Reaper, we need weapons effects between the compound and the tent. Over.
Reaper 1-0. One by Hellfire missile. Copy.
[beeps]
[child] Papa! [shouting, gasping]
Abell, Bishop, you got a shot, you take it. Kinney, drop that fucking bomb.
Reaper, you are cleared hot. Say again, you are cleared hot. Copy.
[beeps]
Target acquired. [clicks]
Weapon's away. Impact 30 seconds.
[Petrov sobbing] [child] Papa!
Don't have 30.
[inhales, exhales]
[groans] [screaming]
[birds chirping]
[shouting]
[militia member screams]
[Reaper] Run, kid. Run. [rapid beeping]
[metal clangs] [chattering echoes]
[metallic clanging] [chattering continues]
[Kinney on comms] Guys.
[chattering continues]
[speaking Filipino]
[Sugar on comms] It's a fucking cave entrance.
Kinney, you've got hostiles directly below you.
Do not move. Do not even breathe.
[indistinct chattering]
Abell, Bishop, I need sights on targets.
Abell, you're taking center.
Bishop, extreme left. I'm on extreme right.
On one.
[Abell on comms] In position.
[Sugar on comms] On one.
Three, two, one.
[groans] [grunts]
[militia members speaking Filipino] [object clatters]
[grunts]
[militia member screams]
[grunts]
Kinney!
[groaning]
Shit. Abell, you've got five hostiles on your 6:00. Fifty meters.
[shouting in Filipino]
[distorted chattering on comms] [grunting]
[Sugar on comms] Bishop, move your position east on me.
All right, Abell.
[gunshots ricochet]
[panting]
[groans]
Kinney, I need--
[distorted chattering on comms]
Stay still, asshole. [shouting]
[groans]
[gunfire continues] [grunting]
[Abell on comms] A little help here, fellas! Yeah, I'm trying, buddy.
Kinney, I need you to lay down some cover fire for Abell.
[distorted chattering on comms] [grunting]
[gunfire continues]
[tires screech]
Sug. We got a situation. [Sugar] Yeah?
No shit. No, no, no. We got another situation.
RPG 12:00. Incoming!
[speaking Filipino]
[Sugar groans]
Motherfucker! Motherfucker!
[groans]
[gunfire continues]
[groans]
[gasping]
[gun clicking]
[gunshot] [groans]
[grunting] I got you, man. I got you.
[Abell] I'm okay. [grunting]
You're good, man. [screaming]
Yeah, you're good, man. You're good. You're good. I got you.
[groaning] Where's the med kit? I'm gonna get you fixed up.
Come on, man. Where's the med kit?
[both panting]
Hey, Kinney.
Kinney.
Abell. Abell. No, no, no.
Fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck!
Uh, Abell is down. Abell is down.
Hello?
Oh, fuck.
Alpha One, this is Playboy.
Abell's down. Abell's down.
Kinney, listen to me.
We are taking heavy fire from two two-man RPG teams.
I need some bombs down there now!
Wait, what-- what about Abell?
Abell is dead. He's dead.
I need you to stay focused, Sergeant. Get yourself together.
[gasping] Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
[gunfire in distance]
[speaking Filipino]
[gunshot]
[groans]
[gunfire continues]
Reaper, we're taking RPG fire on the southeast side of the compound,
200 meters south of my position.
Give me the biggest thing you got. Cleared hot. Copy that, Playboy.
We have eyes on the target.
One by BLU-118.
[beeping]
[clicks] Weapons away.
Impact 20 seconds.
Where's that bomb, Sergeant?
Twenty seconds!
[speaking Filipino]
RPG incoming!
Fuck! Sugar? Sugar? Bishop?
[tires screech]
[gun cocks]
Oh, shit. Fuck.
You got eyes on him? Lost him in the smoke.
Fuck.
Did he pop the smoke? I don't know.
[grunts]
[Reaper] Playboy, do you copy?
I see him.
[Reaper] Stay with him.
[panting]
Reaper. Reaper, are you there?
Reaper? [panting]
[grunts]
Reaper, are you there?
We're here, Playboy.
Give me the status of your team.
[panting]
Uh, KIA.
[panting continues] Oh, fuck.
Okay, Playboy. Let's do this by the numbers.
Confirm your current grid location.
Yeah.
[beeping]
Uh, I'm headed northeast.
November, Romeo, 2-7-6-0-niner-3-2-2.
I'm, uh-- [panting]
I'm approx five klicks from the evac point.
[undergrowth rustles]
I need you to scan forward 500 meters to make sure the area is clear.
Copy, Playboy. We got you.
Scanning forward 500 meters. Stand by.
[monitor beeps] Yeah, area's clear.
Area looks clear. You're good to move.
Playboy, do you copy?
Playboy?
[exhales, panting]
What's he doing? Is he moving?
He's freaking out.
You gotta calm him down.
Hey, Playboy.
Good news.
Helicopter is inbound to the evac point.
The cavalry is on the way.
You gotta get your ass on the move, son.
You got to move, man. Let's go.
Come on, soldier.
Get up and go.
Here we go. All right.
You scan forward. I've got him.
Scanning forward. Tell me what you see.
[engine rumbling in distance]
Reaper, I think I'm hearing a truck.
He's right. I have contact from the west.
Truck on the road, half a klick.
I have contact from the east.
Looks like they're converging on Playboy's position.
Playboy, be aware.
You have converging targets east and west.
[engine rumbling]
How much ordnance do you have left?
[Reaper on comms] One by Hellfire, air-to-ground 114. Standing by.
You want those Hornets airborne?
[Kinney on comms] Negative.
Okay, Playboy. Tally.
Eyes on target. What do you want to do?
[whispers] Keep eyes on it.
[Reaper on comms] Roger that. Standing by.
[spits]
[panting]
[dog barking]
[Kinney on comms] Reaper, do you have eyes on the hostiles?
[Branson] Confirmed hostiles from the east are armed.
Are they Abu Sayyaf? They've got weapons. Safe to assume.
[speaking Filipino] [horse snorts]
[Reaper on comms] Playboy, you copy?
[whispers] Can't talk right now.
[speaking Filipino]
[chattering continues]
Oh, for fuck's sake. Playboy, Playboy.
Canine coming your way.
[whispers] You gotta be shitting me.
[militia members laughing]
[hisses]
[whimpers]
[barks]
[mouthing words]
[speaking Filipino] [barking continues]
[dog barks] [hisses]
[speaking Filipino]
Fuck. Playboy, Buffalo Bill has dismounted.
He is approaching your position.
Looks like he's coming towards Lassie.
Do not move.
[dog barks, panting]
Playboy, Buffalo Bill is above your position.
Do not move. [dog barks]
[militia member speaking Filipino]
[speaking Filipino]
Okay, Playboy. Looks like Lassie's going home.
Buffalo Bill has remounted.
Hostiles are leaving the party. Stand by.
[engine starts]
Goddamn it.
Playboy, Buffalo Bill and his buddy are gone.
The truck is gone.
You are clear tracking 500 meters to your north.
There's a path up that ridge on your 1:00.
Hey, Playboy. How you holding up?
[panting] I'm all right.
[Reaper] Where are you from, man?
Ohio.
No shit. Me too. Brook Park.
[Kinney] Middleburg Heights.
We're basically fucking neighbors.
O-H.
I-O.
[Reaper] Fellow Buckeye.
You get home much?
Yeah. Yeah, I was just there.
Had to bury my father.
[sighs] Oh, man. Sorry to hear.
Yeah, it's okay.
[Reaper] You guys close?
Yeah.
Yeah, he was a good guy.
In sweet-sixteen news, the fucking Buckeyes just shit the bed against VCU.
First round.
Trying to depress me more?
[Reaper] Sorry, man.
Hey, you ever get up to Mama Santa's on Mayfield?
[chuckles] Kidding me?
I lived at that place during high school. Fucking great.
I know, right?
[chuckles]
I met my first wife there in '95.
Oh, yeah?
[Reaper] Yeah. We met in line.
We both ordered stromboli.
Who the fuck orders stromboli?
[chuckles] I know, right?
I thought it was meant to be. And it was.
Right up until it wasn't, you know?
My current wife hates the shit.
Is she jealous?
No, man, worse.
She's vegan.
Oh, man. That is worse.
[Reaper] How do you know if someone's a vegan?
[Kinney] How?
They will tell you.
You're getting really close now, man. Just keep up the pace. Good work.
[insects chirping]
[Velcro unfastens]
ETA on the helo?
[Blackbird on comms] Playboy 0-6,
this is Blackbird 2-5, approaching LZ from east.
ETA in three mikes. Over.
Copy.
[Kinney] Reaper, how's my path to the LZ?
Clear. Path is clear.
Time to get the hell out of Dodge, Playboy.
Thanks for the eyes, Reaper.
[Reaper] Happy to do it.
Hey, drop me a line next time you're in Vegas.
I have a solid hookup for Disney on Ice.
[chuckles] Awesome. I might pass on that, but I'm at Nellis all the time.
[Reaper] When you're there, man, call CENTCOM.
Raven Squadron. Eddie Grimm.
Just ask for Reaper.
[Kinney] Will do.
Blackbird 2-5, I have a visual. LZ is clear for extract.
Marking position with IR. [beeps]
[Blackbird] Roger that, Playboy. I have your position marked.
[helicopter whirring]
[gunshot] [groans]
Contact! I'm hit! I'm hit!
Playboy, are you injured?
[helicopter whirring] [bullets whizzing]
Negative. Must have hit my plate.
[gunfire] [grunts]
Reaper, hostiles 100 meters east.
200 meters south.
Contact, Blackbird. I have multiple targets around the LZ.
[gunfire]
One more shot.
[Blackbird gunner] Eyes left.
[groans] Motherfuck--
[shouting in Filipino]
[Reaper] Contact, Blackbird.
Three more hostiles. West ridge.
Small arms and an RPG.
Better move your ass.
[militia members speaking Filipino]
RPG!
[alarm blaring]
Shit.
Blackbird, can you stay in the area until we can find a secure LZ?
Negative, Playboy. LZ is too hot.
Back to you as fast as we can.
[explosion]
[shouting]
[militia member shouting]
Shit!
Reaper, west ridge. Contact, Playboy.
Three more trucks, west ridge.
[groans]
[shouting]
Reaper, need the bomb 300 meters to the west.
Cleared hot!
Roger that, Playboy.
Tally. Eyes on target. [beeping]
Stay where you are, assholes.
One by Hellfire, air-to-ground 114.
[clicks]
Weapon away. Impact 20 seconds.
[all shouting]
Target is down. Now get the fuck out of there.
Fuck! I'm taking fire.
This ain't done. Got another truck coming in from the west.
[gunfire continues]
Jesus Christ, I'm pinned down.
How are they seeing me?
It's his strobe. They must have night vision.
He's gotta turn his strobe off.
It's your strobe. Turn off your strobe.
Taking fire from the east. Drop everything you have.
Playboy, I am Winchester. I'm out of bombs.
ETA on the Hornets is two mikes.
[Hornet 1] Playboy, this is Hornet 1. Entering point alpha.
I am coming in on an east-west heading.
Roger that, Hornet 1.
I'm 200 meters north of target grid.
Keep all fire south of target grid. I say again, all fire south.
[Hornet 1] Copy that. Be advised, this will be danger close.
Yes, yes. Cleared hot. [Hornet 1] Copy.
Three, two, one!
[glass shatters]
[gun cocks]
Shit! I'm still taking fire from west!
[Hornet 1] Copy, Playboy. Coming around for another run.
[gunfire in distance]
[groaning]
[Kinney panting] Fuck this!
What do you want, Airman?
Yeah, I'm doing a Starbucks run. Colonel Packett is springing.
A what? Starbucks.
Have you lost your mind?
Airman, leave!
Eyes on that Hornet.
[Kinney] Give me some fire on the west ridge. You're cleared hot.
Confirm. West or east?
West! West!
Copy that. This one is going to be danger close.
We still do not have visual on you. [beeping]
[Kinney] It's fine. Just drop it! You're cleared hot!
[Hornet 1] Be advised, this is danger close.
[clicks]
[electronic voice] Altitude. Altitude.
Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.
Playboy, I am Winchester.
Hornet 1 is RTB.
[panting] Copy that.
[panting] Good shooting.
[grunts]
How's it looking, Reaper?
Playboy, from what we can see, it looks clear.
These fuckers know we're up here now,
so do not discount any surprises.
We got another LZ? There's a clearing two klicks northeast of your position.
You're not gonna like it though. [beeping]
You say northeast?
[Reaper] A-firm, Playboy.
'Cause northeast is up a big fucking hill.
I know, man. I told you you weren't gonna like it.
I'm sorry, but that is the closest LZ option we have.
[panting]
Playboy, the helo is airborne.
ETA to the alternate LZ is 90 mikes.
You copy?
Yeah, I'm here.
[Reaper] How you doing, man?
Pretty gassed.
Yeah, no doubt. Hang in there, okay?
Sorry about the failed evac, man.
Now you know. Don't trust Air Force captains.
Traditionally, we are full of shit.
Captain? [Reaper] Yeah?
You said you met your first wife in '95.
Yeah, I am old as shit.
I should be a general by now. I got three ex-wives.
I got eight kids. I got a new wife.
I got a new kid on the way.
I need the active duty bonuses.
If I go up from captain, they'll make me an instructor, so fuck that.
You fly fixed wings before the birds?
[Reaper sighs] That is a very long story, my friend.
But yes, originally, I did sign up to be a pilot.
But apparently, the Air Force thought my responses to authority were not normal.
So that goat got fucked.
[whispers] Subtle.
What happened?
[Reaper] Well, I shot my big mouth off,
and I found myself reassigned to USAF-SF,
guarding shit in the middle of nowhere for 20 years.
Eareckson Base in the Aleutians, Pine Gap in Australia--
[groans]
[grunting]
[groans]
[Reaper] Playboy, you copy?
Playboy, do you copy?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.
What happened?
Slid halfway down a fucking mountain.
Oh, fuck, man. Are you okay? You hurt?
Yeah. Just my pride.
Uh, Reaper, I've got movement in front of Playboy.
100 meters northwest.
[Reaper] Zoom in.
Three armed hostiles.
Playboy, you have three hostiles heading your way.
Find cover.
[Kinney whispers] Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
[twig snaps]
[dog barks] [militia member speaking Filipino]
[dog barking]
Shit. Scan forward. Keep me with him. Copy.
[gunfire] [grunts]
[gasps]
[panting]
[gunfire continues]
[grunts]
[gasping]
[speaking Filipino]
Got him? I'm looking. I'm looking.
[whispers] Fuck.
I got him. He's heading downstream.
[groaning]
[gasping]
[gun cocks]
[Reaper] God fucking damn it!
[line ringing] [phone beeps]
Get me the colonel. Yeah.
[phone rests in cradle]
Keep looking.
[sighs] I lost him under the canopy.
[Reaper] Fuck.
Reaper, what's the sitrep?
This mission has gone to shit, Colonel.
I got an op who's been taken.
We are 12 hours in.
I'm Winchester, but we cannot leave the target area because we have the only eyes.
Requesting permission to stay in the chair until we get the soldier home.
How you feeling? Are you feeling sharp?
Oh, yeah. Sharp as an elephant's ass. [Packett] Mmm.
Staff Sergeant?
I'm good, sir.
Okay, Eddie. Stay in the chair. Get it done, you two.
[exhales]
[militia members speaking Filipino]
[shouts] [groans]
Fuck you. [groans]
Come on, Playboy. Come on. Talk to me.
Oh, shit. You got him?
No. It's all radio chatter about the JSOC asset. [Reaper] Who?
The reason those guys are there.
Not confirmed, but one says Borneo, the other Yemen.
Yemen?
That's halfway around the fucking world. You shitting me?
Who's saying that?
Reading between the lines, but CIA or DIA.
Man.
Alphabet soup motherfuckers.
You can't trust a word they say.
[speaking Filipino]
Hands. Hands!
Hands!
Are you injured?
[zip tie breaks] [grunts]
Look at me.
I thought you were dead.
Here. Drink this. Drink. Drink. Drink.
Here. Put that on, okay? Okay?
[Kinney] An RPG exploded on your position.
Near, not on.
Listen. Bishop got captured.
And he's injured pretty bad. We gotta go.
We gotta go back and get him. So grab what you can, okay?
Here. Here. Take this.
Here. Put them in here. Put them in here.
Here, take this too.
Come on. You following me, Sergeant?
Hey. Look, I get it.
This is not where you want to be,
but you got to dig, okay? It's not here. It's here.
Bishop's in trouble. We gotta go back and get him.
Okay.
[grunts]
[tapping]
You can still shoot, can't you? [Kinney] Yeah.
[gun cocks]
[compartment closes]
[Sugar] Let's go.
You still have your battery?
No, I lost it in the fall.
Let me see your knife.
What for?
I'm gonna call Warhawk.
With a water bottle?
Uh-huh.
[beeping] [static crackling]
Come on, you piece of shit.
[distorted] Reaper, this is Playboy.
Playboy, where the fuck are you?
[Kinney] I'm with Alpha One. We're headed back to the initial AO.
No, no, no, no. Negative. Negative, Playboy.
We have intel. The asset has been found.
We're not going for the asset.
[Reaper] Say again? We're not going for the asset.
One of our team members was captured. We're going in to get him.
[Reaper] Playboy, a QRF is being assembled.
Hold your position until they're deployed.
Negative, Reaper. There's no time.
Get on the horn with CJSOTF, and let them know our sitrep.
We're gonna need planes on standby.
ETA to target area is 6-0 mikes. We'll confirm grid then. Over.
What direction you heading, Playboy? Give me your bearing.
[static crackles] [line beeps]
Playboy? Lost comms.
Fuck!
[beeps]
Connect me to CJSOTF. [can opens]
Well, I know it's unusual, Eileen.
Just fucking connect me, okay?
So where is he?
[Sugar] No idea.
What's the plan?
Drop some bombs, create a diversion, go in and get him.
Kill anyone who gets in our way.
[exhales]
Where do you want the bombs?
You're the JTAC. You tell me.
Probably the best place would be along those cave entrances on this ridge line.
Space them out 15 minutes apart while we go in.
Sound good?
Sounds good.
Find Bishop, make our move when the first strike hits.
Second strike should hold their attention.
And the last one?
Mass effect.
Let's turn those caves inside out.
Fuckin' A, kid. Fuckin' A.
Yeah, I'm here. What do you got?
B-1 full payload? That will do the job.
I will confirm the nine line with Bone 0-1 when received.
Roger. [phone rests in cradle]
B-1 in the air, Colonel.
Copy that. Nice work.
Reaper, this is Playboy.
[Reaper] Copy, Playboy. I'm here.
[Kinney] Okay. Game plan is to use CAS
to strike a set of cave structures
to the north of the compound as a diversion.
I need three attacks spaced approx 15 mikes apart starting at 1100.
1100. Mark that.
First strike, 1100.
[Kinney] Intent for first two attacks is to hold their attention.
Final attack should have enough ordnance
to neutralize all enemy in the caves.
Type three BOC.
November, Victor, 1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5.
Say again, Playboy. Say again.
[Kinney] That's November, Victor, 1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5. Over.
Copy. Eyes on you.
Three strikes. 1100, diversion.
1115, diversion.
1130, we're gonna light that shit up and blow it to fuck.
Confirm, Playboy.
[device beeps]
Oh, fuck.
Battery's dead.
We good?
Hope so.
[Reaper] Playboy, confirm.
Lost comms.
[Reaper] Fuck.
All right, we all know the plan.
You both did some fine work here today. Get out of here. No, no, no, no, no.
We are not going anywhere.
I wasn't asking. You're done.
You're ten hours over your eight-hour shift.
Okay, Reaper. Out of the chair.
Eat a bag of dicks, Hawkins.
Hawkins? It's Andrews.
Come on. Let me get you up.
No.
Exit the chair, Reaper.
There's no fucking way I'm off this op.
No fucking way.
I got one KIA, one MIA,
and I got two fucking nutjobs trying to take on an entire Abu Sayyaf camp.
That leaves one team, i.e. us,
to make sure this whole thing doesn't go to hell in a fucking handbasket.
You finished?
I'm not finished. I can keep going.
Then I suggest you think very carefully
about the next words that come out of your mouth, Captain.
Oh, come on, Virgil. You're gonna pull rank on me?
You told me I could have this chair until the op was done.
Go and watch the basketball.
Sir, with all due respect, this is Reaper's op.
We should be allowed-- I don't recall asking your opinion, Staff Sergeant.
Well, maybe that's your problem, Colonel.
I would strongly advise
that you do not go down the same rabbit hole as your partner here.
She did not say a word, Colonel.
[Packett] Mmm.
Not a single word.
Exit the chair.
Exit the room,
and I will do my best to forget this conversation ever happened.
Don't fuck it up, Junior.
You got it.
First strike 1100. It's just a diversion.
Second strike 11--
[Packett] Captain!
We're good. I'm good.
You're dismissed.
All right.
Eyes.
One guy in the tent.
Two guys on the balcony.
What's our time?
Twenty.
This is gonna get ugly.
I need you focused. Head on a swivel.
If you see something I don't, you say, "Contact left, contact right."
If somebody comes from behind us, you say "six."
I'll handle the rest.
[gun cocks]
Only shoot if it's necessary.
We got to keep this quiet for as long as we can.
For what it's worth, you earned your Tier One status today.
Does that mean I get paid more?
Fuck no. It just sounds cooler.
You ready? Nope.
You? Always.
[grunts, sucks teeth]
Let's do it.
[gunshots]
Okay.
[crowd applauding on TV]
[announcer on TV] Nacho, the man who gave away the penalty early on in this match...
[speaking Filipino]
[announcer chattering on TV]
[both speaking Filipino]
[splutters]
[both grunting]
[militia member shouting in Filipino]
[glass shatters]
[shouting]
[grunts]
All right, you fucker.
[both groaning]
[both straining]
[groans]
[grunting]
[gunshot]
[bullet casing clinks] You good?
[gasping] Yeah. [groans] [announcer chattering on TV]
[gun cocks] [shouts in Filipino]
[gunfire stops]
[shouting in Filipino]
He's jammed. Go, go, go, go!
[screams]
Gun right. Right!
[gunfire]
[glass shatters]
Move! Move!
On me. On you.
[gunfire] [Sugar] Contact left!
Drop down!
[groans]
[Kinney] You good?
[screams] Fuck!
[grunts] Fuck!
[both straining]
[shouts]
[gunshot]
Oh, fuck. [panting]
[groans]
[grunts] Fuck.
Oh, fuck!
[clattering]
[Sugar] Grenade! Get down!
[Kinney grunting]
[militia member growling] [groaning]
[militia member shouts]
[lock clicks]
[groans]
[Bishop] Hey, Sug.
Bishop.
This your idea of a rescue mission?
[Sugar groans, gasps]
I think I got 'em right where I want 'em.
[spits]
[Sugar groaning]
You look like ass.
Hey, how you doing, Bishop?
Talk to me.
[groaning, gasping]
[groans] Air Force, I think we're in a bad spot.
[mutters] Yeah, we're in a bad spot.
[whispers] Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
Hey!
Hey, yo!
[speaking Filipino] Yo!
Hey, listen to me, man.
They're gonna drop bombs on these caves. You understand?
[speaking Filipino] Bombs on these caves.
If we don't get out of here, we're all gonna die!
You understand? Bombs on these caves.
Fuck!
Stupid fucks!
[guards chattering in Filipino]
Oh, fuck.
Boeing 0-1, this is Sunburn 0-6.
We're tracking your position.
Be advised, ETA to first drone strike, two mikes.
All right, let's fucking rock and roll.
Zoom out 400 meters.
I think they know I'm not gonna last much longer.
[groaning]
Just-- Just-- Just hang on a second, all right, man?
I'm gonna figure out how to get us out of here.
[gasping] I'm already out.
[gasping] Just get Bishop and get yourselves out of here. Okay?
No, you're good, man. You're good. [door opens]
[groans]
Don't you fucking touch him!
Or I'm gonna fucking-- fucking-- Fuck!
Fuck!
Fucking pieces of shit! [guard mutters in Filipino]
Get your fucking hands off him!
Fucking coward.
[guard grunts]
[Kinney] Sugar? Get your fucking hands off him!
[gun cocks]
[speaking Arabic]
Sugar?
[speaking Arabic]
Oh, fuck. Sugar?
I'm good.
[groans]
[Hashimi speaks Arabic]
Fuck.
[sobs]
[pounding on door]
Welcome to Guantánamo.
[speaking Arabic]
[booming in distance]
[door opens]
["Just an Old Condition" playing on car stereo]
♪ It's just an old condition ♪
♪ It shouldn't last too long ♪
[music stops]
[engine stops]
[sighs]
[seat belt clicks]
[exhales]
[militia members speaking Filipino]
[gasping]
[grunts]
[groans, gasps]
[groans]
[spits]
[customers chattering] [pop music playing on PA]
[grunting]
[gun cocks]
You know, Japan invaded these lands in 1941.
[chuckles]
Built these caves with the intent to stay,
but our Moro brothers defeated them very quickly. Hmm.
You know this dam they built?
It was a very forward step.
[gasping]
Because it is blood washed from the land and into our mouths.
[mutters in Arabic]
[grunts]
But not me.
We answer to no one but ourselves.
We were having a very pleasant day.
Blessed. [speaks Arabic]
Then, how you say--
someone rains on our parade.
They removed one imperialist...
just to find another.
This is not the conversation we should be having right now.
No? What should we talk about?
I told you. There's more bombs on the way.
Ah...
I'm not interested in your faceless bombs.
You see, real results are created face-to-face--
interactions like what you and I are doing right here.
[straining]
[groans]
[speaking Arabic]
[pop music playing on PA]
Where are the other commandos located?
There's no more. It's just us!
[gasping]
Your jets are still in the area.
Someone must be communicating with them.
We were communicating with them.
Listen, there's more strikes on the way.
If we don't get out of here, we're all fucking dust!
No! You are dust! Fucking dust!
[gasping]
[speaking Arabic]
How does it feel to be this scared?
Too weak to do anything about your own death. [grunts]
You may think that I do this without feeling anything.
That is wrong. [grunts]
To kill affects me.
To embrace the brutality of this affects me.
And that is the difference between you and I.
I look a man in the eye,
and I make my choice intimate.
[speaking Arabic]
[screams]
Excuse me, sir?
I got this thing here. I don't even know--
I don't even know if this is something that exists. [chuckles]
My wife's written it down, so she might have got it wrong.
It sounds a little crazy, but, uh, I gotta ask, you know?
Do you have "a-artisanal, tree nut, fermented, plant-based,
cashew and tahini smoked vegan new cheese"?
Is that a thing?
Yeah, right here. Man after my own heart.
Huh. I would have bet money against that.
[chuckling] Thank you very much.
All right, let's fucking rock and roll.
Zoom out 400 meters.
It's fucking showtime.
Ready to fire.
[clicks] Bombs away.
Six, five, four, three,
two, one.
Impact.
[gasps]
[gasping]
[grunts]
[coughing]
[wind whistling]
[gasping]
[coughing]
[gun clicking]
[gun thuds]
[groaning in distance]
[wheezing]
[thud in distance]
[thudding continues]
[thudding stops]
[clicks]
Holy shit.
You JSOC?
[grunts]
Can you walk?
[prisoner] Who are you?
I'm the cavalry.
[laughter in distance]
[laughter continues]
[grunting]
Hey! [laughing]
[grunts]
[panting]
[shouts]
[groans]
Fuck! [groaning]
[screams]
[shouting]
[screams] [gurgling]
[panting]
[groans]
Fucking hell, Kinney.
You good? Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Who the fuck's that guy?
The asset, I think.
Come on. We gotta move. Let's go. So soon?
Which way? I think it's this way. Let's keep moving.
[Bishop coughing]
[beeping] [Kinney] Fuck.
[groans, coughing] Uh, okay.
[beeping] It's all right. [whispers] Fuck.
Okay, okay. Sit here for a second. I'll be right back.
Boeing 0-1, this is Sunburn 0-6.
You are inbound to target. Five mikes.
[Boeing 0-1 on comms] Boeing 0-1 incoming. We're hot.
Let me know when I can cross extend at 7-9-8-4-0.
[grunting]
Oh, you fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[groans]
[beeping]
[whispers] Come on, you fucker.
[rapid beeping]
Fuck.
Barbecue kri kri peanuts.
[announcer chattering on TV]
[all cheering] Yes! Come on!
Vegan sour cream.
[announcer chattering on TV]
Come on! Yeah!
Plant-based feta.
Oh, you motherfucker!
[beeping]
Fuck.
[chuckles]
[beeping]
[line ringing]
Come on, man. Come on. Pick up the fucking phone.
[phone ringing]
Get the phone, Sergeant.
[ringing continues]
Sergeant! Yes, sir.
Yeah.
Reaper. I need Reaper.
[sergeant] Reaper's gone. Try his cell--
[Kinney] Wait, wait. Hold on.
702-166-4200.
[all cheering]
[Kinney] Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!
Hello?
Fuck!
[beeping] [whispering] 702-166-4200.
[line ringing] Come on, man.
I'm looking. I'm looking at all of the shelves, all right?
[phone beeping]
Hey, hold on.
[beeping continues] [grunts]
No, I'm looking at-- It was a number I didn't know.
I'm looking at all the shelves.
But they got real Mexican, you know?
Cou-- But with meat in it.
No, I'm not--
Baby-- Okay. All right. It's got meat in it.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used the word "real."
[Boeing 0-1] Sunburn 0-6,
this is Boeing 0-1.
Approaching target.
[panting]
[Kinney] Come on. Move! Move!
[coughs]
...cup instead of tampons because, like, one, they're biodegradable,
and they hold way more blood. Fuck's sake.
No problem. Just go right ahead.
Just-- What's your problem?
Nothing. Okay.
You can't help but be what star sign you are.
Yeah.
[Kinney on voicemail] Reaper, it's Playboy. Abort.
I need to abort. Abort the last strikes.
I need to abort the last--
Fuck-- [stammers]
Call CENTCOM.
[electronic voice] I don't understand.
Call CENTCOM, for fuck's sake.
[electronic voice] Calling CENTCOM.
[all chattering]
[phone ringing]
Yes! Come on!
Come on, motherfuckers. Answer the phone.
[Boeing 0-1] Lining up for the final run.
Come on. Call CENTCOM.
[Kinney] Come on! Come on!
Motherfucker. Answer the fucking phone.
Come on!
[phone ringing]
[line ringing] Come on.
Oh, fuck it. Fuck it!
[tires squeal] [horn honks]
[Boeing 0-1] Boeing 0-1 on final approach.
Come on. Come on!
[tires squeal]
[Kinney] Move! Move!
Look. There's light there.
[Boeing 0-1] Time to target 30 seconds.
Guys! Come on, move! Whoa, whoa.
[Boeing 0-1] Impact, 15 seconds.
[beeping]
[groans]
Abort the strike!
[Boeing 0-1] We have payload. Ten seconds.
Seven, six, five...
three, two,
one.
Boeing 0-1, abort!
Do you copy?
What do you think you're doing? They copy?
Yeah.
The operator is still in the target area.
Bullshit.
[Reaper] Zoom in. Zoom in to the caves,
where the strike was gonna be.
[Branson] There he is. That's him. That's Playboy.
I'm sorry, man.
Goddamn, Reaper.
[panting]
[whispers] It's okay. [chuckles]
[prisoner groans]
Who are you waving at?
A friend. [panting]
[chuckles]
[inhales, exhales]
[soldiers cheering, shouting in distance]
Fuck.
[marching band playing on TV] [announcer chattering on TV]
[sighs]
[Reaper] Who won the game?
Vols, baby. Elite Eight.
That's wonderful, Colonel. Congratulations.
It's an excellent win for you and the great state of Tennessee.
That's right.
I just called that phone five fucking times.
Ringer's off again.
Now, it wasn't my pregnant wife.
But it was a life-or-death situation
for a JTAC operator in the field.
Our job is communication!
Our priority is protecting the men and women who serve this country.
So if you don't mind,
can we get back on with the fucking job?
[smashing continues] [all groaning]
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You can take that out of my active duty bonuses, Colonel.
[helicopter whirring in distance]
Hey, get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning.
See you then.
Uh, you don't own a tux, do you?
A tux? I do not own a tux, no.
Okay. [chuckles]
Wedding's not black-tie, right?
No, not black-tie.
The wedding party is.
Are you gonna ask me to be a bridesmaid?
No, Reaper. [chuckles]
I was gonna ask if you want to walk me down the aisle.
You serious?
Yeah.
Wow.
That would be one of the greatest privileges of my life.
You know one thing I know 100% for sure?
Your dad would be so proud of you.
Thank you.
So what are we gonna dance to?
Dance? Yeah.
Oh, no, I have not thought about that yet.
Okay. Well, you got to pick a song
and then just listen to my hands.
I'm gonna listen to your hands? Oh, yeah.
Yes, you are. Oh, okay. Whoa, okay.
Run this round my back. This?
That way, I know where it's coming.
Okay, what's next? There you go.
Come back in and out. Sure.
Out. And back to me.
Okay. Out. Yeah. And then out.
And this time around, give me the other hand. Oh, okay.
[chuckles] We're gonna get this right. Swapping over. Great.
Around my back. Beautiful. Oh, around?
You have done this many, many times before. Perfect.
I've had a few goes at this. Oh, you're pretty good. You're pretty good.
Any other dances? You know how to twerk?
To who? To twerk? To twerk.
Uh, no. I don't know how to twerk.
Well, you better get practicing. Yeah. [chuckling]
["Paint It Blue" playing]
[song ends]
[bagpipes playing]
[voice] Moonbow!
[people laughing]