Camp X-Ray

Get in there!

Spyglass, this is cobra one.

Open bravo South. Over.

You b*tches!

You bad man!

You got to shoot them in the head!

You torture me... I torture you!

12-hour rotations.

Suicide watch every 3 minutes.

Do not let that repetition

lower your guard.

That's exactly what these

guys are looking for.

You got to remember...

some of these dudes have been

locked up in here for eight years.

They've been in here before some

of you were even in high school.

They know the procedure better than you do.

They will test you, and they will best you.

And make no mistake about it...

this is a war zone.

Now, they ain't using roadside bombs,

and we're not using F-16s.

This is still a war zone.

Now... Some of you might think you're

here to prevent them from leaving.

You're not.

The walls do that for us.

You are here to prevent them from dying.

Yes?

Uh, how often do we move the prisoners?

- Detainees.

- What?

You will refer to them as "detainees."

You will not call them "prisoners."

You all got that?

No exceptions.

De-tai-nees.

Why can't we call them prisoners?

Prisoners are subject to the Geneva

convention... detainees are not.

Rec yard is right down there.

Showers are right beside 'em.

Unless they're going to medical,

being transferred... that's it.

That's their world.

Is that door shut?

Good.

This... this is your world.

No detainees back here.

On your right, gun Sally.

Remember, on the walk,

the only weapon you have is your radio.

Don't be afraid to use it.

Over here, this is our security

command or observation...

our eyes and ears on the whole block.

So if you find yourself going up

against an uncooperative detainee,

remember you're being watched.

Last but not least, the mess hall.

Like most places on earth, the chicken

fingers are the only thing worth eating.

Hard to f*** those up.

And don't bother telling me the coke's flat

'cause I already f***ing know.

Echo one, cobra one, Charlie Bronson.

I'll say again.

- Hold on... the natives is getting restless.

- Over.

Roger, echo one.

Charlie Bronson, echo one.

Oscar Mike, over.

"Charlie Bronson's" our brevity code

for an Irf... that's initial reaction force.

It's a four-man team called in when

sh*t hits the fan on the walk.

Anybody feel like getting their feet wet?

Listen. All you need to worry

about is his right hand, okay?

Each of us takes one.

Leg, leg, arm, head.

Don't worry about nothing else.

You just keep your eye on his right hand,

and you gain control of it... got it?

Roger.

And stay behind me.

Let us get the rest of him under control.

Hold up. Hold up.

- No names on the block.

- Yeah.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

You can talk to 'em, but do not let

these guys know anything about you.

Do not let them get inside your head.

You got it?

Yeah.

All right, grab our shields.

Let's go.

Spyglass, pop 1-9.

Stay tight.

- Stay tight, all right?

- We got this.

Detainee, get back!

Get back, detainee!

Get back!

Get him pinned up.

Let's go.

Go!

Come on.

Private, give me those cuffs!

Sh*t!

Get your ass down!

Ohh!

You piece of sh*t!

Get his arm back!

Get him on...

Get down, you piece of sh*t!

Get his other hand.

Get the f*** up.

Out of here... get him out of here.

That's it... get down.

All right, pull that strap down.

You want his hand all the way secure.

Make it as tight as you can.

Check his waist.

Check the belt around his waist.

Check that side.

We don't want this guy

going anywhere on us.

Let's roll him out.

Welcome to gitmo.

Oh, Jackson, did you

copy those DVDs for me?

And when exactly was I supposed to do that?

I mean, I had C.O. standing over

my shoulder all day.

Dude, what the f***?

Johnson is, like, up my ass

about getting it back.

Copy that sh*t for me.

Wait. Don't you got kids, anyway?

Why don't you...

- Yeah.

- You ass.

So, what... I can't watch porn?

Are you telling me your dad didn't

have a stack of nudie mags?

He'd to have something to

put over your mom's face.

Oh!

Oh, you're so...

That's cold.

That's cold as ice.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm good. Thanks.

Yo, what was that Irf like?

Loud.

Sh*t.

You didn't think I could handle it?

No, that's not what I'm trying to say.

You know, I just didn't

think you'd want to.

I got to say, of all the companies

I've rotated through here,

I never had someone get their

ticket punched on the first day.

Just be glad it wasn't a sh*t cocktail.

What's a sh*t cocktail?

What the f*** do you think that is, Rico?

Hey, Cole, what happened?

Uh.

We... we followed two other guys in,

and, um, I was on the left arm.

It was my only thing, and I went...

Pop! She got an elbow right to the lip...

knocked her mask clean off.

Ohh, does it hurt?

Yeah, it f***ing hurts.

It looks pretty bad.

Did medical check it out?

It's fine.

You know what it looks like?

It looks like you got herpes.

Hey, no.

Oh, sh*t! It kind of does.

- You guys.

- No.

You're not gonna get any on

the island now, Cole.

F*** that... I'd hit it, anyway.

What do you say, Cole?

- Well, then, I really would get herpes.

- Ohh!

Thank you!

She got you...

Oh, damn. Whoo!

- Mom?

- Oh!

Honey, how are you?

Well, things are fine.

Um, the base is real nice.

There's a subway.

A subway?

A subway restaurant, mom.

Oh!

Yeah. And is that your room?

- Yeah.

- Can I see it?

How is everything back home, mom?

Oh. Nothing much ever happens back here...

nothing as exciting as what

you're doing, I'm sure.

It is what it is.

I don't know. I, um...

Honey, you can't just leave

him hanging and expect him to

be there when you get back.

I'm not leaving him hanging,

and I told you I'm not coming back.

I'm going on another deployment, remember?

All right.

So, how about on the base?

Have you met anyone down there?

Mom, seriously, stop.

I'm not dating an army guy, and I did not

join the military to find a husband.

Oh, yeah.

Oh!

Look who wants to say hello.

Say hi, scribbles.

Look who it is!

Look who it is!

Say hi, scribbles.

The weather today... bright and sunny.

High of 85...

Tomorrow, there is a chance of rain...

Thank you, private.

Last week...

Come down here.

Make sure you...

Uh...

You want a book?

Do you want a book?

Hey, calm down.

Calm down. Take a step back.

Take one step back from the glass.

- I can't understand what...

- Yo, Haji!

Chill the f*** out.

- I'll take that book, but you give it to me.

- All right, all right. Chill out.

I got this.

Did I do something wrong?

No. These guys just don't like girls.

It's an arab thing.

You want me to take over?

No. It's okay.

I can handle it.

All right. Suit yourself.

Do you know those books?

What about them?

Do you like them?

You were watching the books.

I'm asking you a question.

What do you want from the cart?

Do you have the new Harry Potter book?

No. This is not the new Harry Potter book.

This is the old one.

I already read this one.

I want the last book.

Which one's that?

The last book?

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