12 Strong Page #4

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Yeah, runnin' around here

alone, setting this thing up?

Say one thing about him,

he's got giant balls.

Hey.

- So where is he?

- Who?

- Dostum.

- No clue.

He knows

we're here though, right?

Whole f***ing country knows

you're here.

Best of luck, Captain.

I mean it.

You too.

Give 'em hell.

Come look at this.

Graveyard of Empires,

and we're in it.

Shows you how unlucky it is

to write on that wall,

so no one better do it.

Hey, Cap.

Get some rest, all right?

Something ain't right here.

Now, look.

This is about being smart,

not super human.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm gonna take the next watch.

Massoud.

When he died, the Northern

Alliance might have died with him.

Move! Move!

That Dostum?

General.

Peace be with you.

And what did he say?

He said it's good

to know the language of your enemies.

Am I doing this alone?

All right, let's go.

Looks like Spencer

got a promotion.

I guess he prefers brunettes.

Yeah, seems that way, huh?

All right, why don't we

give him the gift?

Mmm.

What did he say?

I don't think

the horse feed's a big hit.

- Well, that went over like a bag of sh*t.

- Mmm-hmm.

You wanna try

the vodka, Captain?

General.

To our new American friends.

I hope they don't think

they win copying the Russians.

I was told

you didn't speak English.

I didn't speak to the man

who told you I don't.

Where are my bombs?

General, I have more bombs

than you could ever want.

- Could you show me the Taliban's location?

- Why the young one speak?

He's our captain, sir.

- Tell them to stand down.

- Hey, Diller.

General, I'm the captain.

This is my team.

You speak to me, all right?

- This is my country.

- I understand that.

You own the land,

but we own the sky.

You want our bombs,

talk to me.

Okay.

We talk.

Why these men follow you?

I could ask you

the same question.

You don't want the answer.

Look.

Look. Those eyes.

Killer eyes.

Those eyes.

Killer eyes.

Yes.

Killer eyes.

What did you kill?

You wanna see me kill?

You take me to the Taliban,

I'll show you.

Okay. We go.

That was easy.

Buddy, you better check

that f***ing swagger

before he sells us

to the highest bidder.

Listen, he needed to know how far

I can be pushed. Now he does.

F***ing killer's eyes.

General. General, how far

away is the Taliban?

Five hours.

I have horses for you.

- There's only six. I need 12. I got 12 men.

- I have six.

Hey, Cap.

Looks like he's not done

pushing you.

I don't like

splitting up the team, Hal.

Well, it was bound to happen sooner

or later, might as well be now.

At least

he's willing to fight.

I figured he'd just milk us

for supplies and money.

Can you show me on the map

exactly where we're going?

Cobaki. Over the mountains.

All right, Diller,

Coffers, Michaels,

Bennett, Jackson,

you're with me.

Falls, Black, grab the

daypacks, extra ammo.

I took Dehi four days ago

from Taliban.

Mullah Razzan,

leader of the Taliban,

has a high price

on your heads.

100,000 US dollars

for your body.

50,000 for your

bloody uniforms.

That's it?

A little low.

Toss a little change out,

Taliban.

Well,

look on the bright side.

If his plan was to cash us in,

he'd find another

six horses for sure.

I guarantee it.

All right, who's ridden before?

Anyone?

Summer camp,

when I was nine.

Cancun, spring break.

But I was pretty drunk.

I can't ride for sh*t.

Okay,

so that's nobody.

But, hey, this will be fun.

All right.

Okay, so a kick means "go."

This is the steering wheel.

Left to go left,

- right to go right. Pull back to stop.

- Okay.

He's not waiting for us.

Saddle up.

I'll start

a supply chain, okay?

Schedule a drop.

Does it have a name?

Request ammo

for Dostum's men.

I know,

but does it have a name?

And Michaels will be

on the radio.

We'll check in

every four hours.

He's gonna test you.

Yeah. I'm gonna test him, too.

I'm not sure

that's a good idea.

About to find out.

Oh, f***. God damn it.

Good luck, boys.

You guys look like

a bunch of naturals.

Don't break

the horse, Dill.

Sh*t.

I don't like how

they're looking at us, Cap.

Cap, we got three AK's and

a spotter at three o'clock.

Yeah, I see it.

What the f***

are we stopping for?

I don't know.

Supplies.

Yeah, well,

we're sitting ducks here.

You gotta be

kidding me.

Risking our asses

for 10 gallons of water.

No,

he's showing us off.

He's saying,

"Look at the Americans.

"They're here with me."

Hey, don't f***ing look down!

Where you look,

the horse goes.

Move your head,

it shifts your weight

and shifts the horse's weight.

Got it?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

- Hey, boss.

- Yeah.

He's got us on the north side

of this range.

I'm guessing that isn't good.

No. Commo satellites orbit

to the south.

There's no way

I'm gonna get any signal

through that mountain range.

I'm gonna have to go up

on the plateau

and try to get better contact.

He's got us camping

in a dead spot.

You think he knows

it's a dead spot?

I know every cell phone

dead zone in my hometown.

No GPS either, huh?

No, it's pretty shitty.

Your men are too slow.

We will kill the Taliban

in the morning.

I see you.

Yeah, I know it. I see that.

That's a cool musket.

Najeeb? Cool, I'm gonna take

a piss now, so...

No, no. No.

Like to do this alone, bro.

Respect the culture.

This f***ing kid.

- Milo?

- What's up, bro?

Looks like you got a shadow.

Yeah.

- You see Dostum's men ride up that mountain today?

- Yeah.

Had his whole army ready

to travel in five minutes.

My guess is the Taliban

ain't much different.

It's not gonna be easy.

Yeah,

these people are tough.

How do you know

so much about horses?

No, I grew up on a ranch.

Father taught me.

About the only thing

he was ever good

and gentle with were horses.

So the old man

ruled with an iron fist?

And a leather belt.

- Anything he could get his hands on.

- Oh, yeah?

Must have been best friends

with my old man.

Oh, yeah?

I hope they let us see

this one through, you know?

Afghanistan's been invaded

for the last 2,000 years

repeatedly by everyone.

Genghis Khan,

Alexander the Great...

You've been reading up

on the place?

I was a history teacher.

- Get the f*** out!

- No! I swear to God!

- You serious?

- Yeah.

Sh*t, that's right.

No, I remember

reading something about it.

In your report.

It wasn't long though.

What happened? I didn't...

I got into a fight

with this guy

who was harassing

my girlfriend, you know.

And I kind of beat him up

pretty bad.

And where I was headed,

I was headed to jail.

So, I chose the military.

Sh*t, man.

And here you are years later

sitting in a cave.

Yeah, I should have

chose jail.

Why do your men stand guard?

You're my guests,

I protect you.

We're not just your guests,

General. We're your allies.

My men aren't standing guard

against you.

They're standing with you.

This is my responsibility.

This is how we're trained.

We have orders to follow.

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