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No, I wanted to cap

that b*tch back there.

Not just because I wanted

to shoot somebody, you know?

Because we cannot

shoot anybody

who is dressed

in civilian clothes.

But that b*tch works

for the Taliban,

and I can't shoot her

because she's unarmed?

She was sent here to kill us

and I have the right

to protect myself.

You know?

I see somebody, right,

that I know is the enemy.

I see them

with my own two eyes,

and I know

that he's the enemy,

but I can't shoot him

because he's unarmed.

But he's on the f***ing

cell phone with his buddy

up in the f***ing mountain

trying to blow up the I.E.D.

That I'm standing on.

We got some

f***ed up r.O.E.'S man.

And the scary sh*t about it,

the Taliban, they know

what we can and cannot do.

You see, these rules, man,

they're not about saving lives,

they're about winning

the hearts of others,

about creating an image.

They're not about

saving lives.

So are you pissed

or are you scared?

I mean, why did you want

a second chance

at this interview?

Look...

We're going out to war

for real this time,

and I guess I realized that

this was the last chance

that I might have to say

something important.

Seeing sergeant Nelson

dead like that, man,

it made me wanna go out there

and shoot somebody.

You know, not just

to shoot somebody, man.

I wanna go and make

somebody suffer.

You know, payback.

And I'm not talking

about that everyday feeling

that I had that I wanna

fight somebody, you know?

I want revenge.

That one motherf***er,

i want him.

I want revenge.

That's my friend.

That's my friend.

Are you okay with this?

Yeah.

You know, most reporters

that I see out here,

they're just

out for themselves.

They'll get they're own story,

no matter what the cost.

So I'm surprised you didn't

put it on me sooner.

Yeah, well,

they told me not to,

so I didn't.

But right now

it's just about two

war buddies talking sh*t,

am I right?

Yeah.

You got that right, Sam.

All right, let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Let's lock it up.

This is it.

Look, man,

basically it's this.

This is the safety.

Red means dead

that means it's live.

Do not shoot yourself

in the leg.

Do not shoot anybody

but one of those motherfuckers

coming in here.

You only got a couple rounds.

-Good luck, man.

-Just use this.

-Red means dead, man.

-See you soon, Geraldo.

You're gonna be all right

in here, all right?

-Come on, guys.

-We'll come back for you.

Let's pick it up.

I know this isn't

the decision you wanted,

but it is the one

that's gotta be made.

All right, guys, let's go.

As far as she goes,

as an American,

I'm saying do what it takes

to keep her alive,

but as your friend,

I'm saying do what it takes

to keep you alive.

-Come on, guys, pick it up.

-You understand?

-Yeah.

-Pick it up.

We're gonna

come back for you

as soon as we find

our brothers out there.

We are coming back for you.

-Move out! Hooah!

-Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, guys!

Lennie, hurry up.

They left me with a pistol

and a woman from the opposite

part of the world,

neither of which I know

what to do with.

Holy sh*t.

What the f***?

Give me your arm.

There.

Here you go.

What's your name?

Don't move.

Just don't move.

Do you speak English?

I said,

do you speak English?

Hey! What!

Sit. Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

F***ing sh*t!

Oh, my god.

What the f***

am I supposed to do?

The f***ing guys

were right. F***!

Sh*t.

If you'd just--

just come back.

We found that when

we first got here.

You never put a koran

on the floor.

Will you just-- will you

tell me something?

Anything?

Tell me your name.

Hey, sit down!

Sit down.

Please.

What's your name?

My name is Sam.

My name is zarmina.

It's been an hour

since you told me your name,

but whenever you're ready.

What is that?

These are babies' bones.

What?

Sam.

Holy sh*t!

Sam, please be gentle.

It's okay. I got it.

Oh, my god.

Have you ever known

a child who died?

No. Have you?

Yes, too many.

What are we gonna do?

We pray.

You know there are two

different types of tears--

regular tears

and tears

when you lose a child.

They are very different

types of tears.

It's been 30 hours.

It's a personal record for me.

One time I had the flu

and my mom,

she made me stay home

for 24 hours straight.

I went crazy.

I had the worst case

of cabin fever.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go! Hurry!

Stay down. Don't move, Sam.

Sam, put the camera down.

Sam, please.

Put it down, Sam.

I have to. I have to.

Are you okay?

I think I just need

a minute, please.

About a--

about a minute

and a half has passed

since I turned

the camera off.

I always told myself

that I would never

stop capturing a moment

no matter how f***ed up

the situation.

I'm not about to start now.

I don't know, I guess

i just never thought

those f***ed up situations

might happen to me.

Are you okay?

Um, I haven't decided yet.

Do you think

they'll come back?

-I don't think so.

-How do you know for sure?

I do speak pashto.

One of them said

that he didn't see any signs

of U.S. military,

so they'll move on

and probably won't be

coming back.

You weren't straightening

things up earlier,

you were hiding them.

You knew they'd be coming.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

No, really, I mean it.

You could have handled

that situation

any way you wanted

I could be dead right now.

I'm just returning the favor.

I wanna interview you.

-Zarmina.

-I heard you.

Please don't.

You didn't show up here

with a bomb strapped

to your body by choice.

If anyone from the Taliban

were to see this video,

they would kill me

and my entire family.

Look, I don't know

anything about you.

I'm sure no one dies.

I wanna know your stories.

You could be the one person

who changes

everyone's stereotypes

of Afghans and muslims.

You could change

that whole perception.

You could be the one woman

who captures the hearts

of Americans.

I mean, we're suckers

for these kinds of stories.

Tell me why you came here.

Tell me why you came here

with a bomb

strapped to your body.

You're right.

I didn't come here by choice.

Tell me why.

Yesterday when I was walking

home from the market,

a group of Taliban

soldiers saw me.

They grabbed me and beat me.

They threw me down

on the ground

and strapped

a bomb to my body.

They told me that

i needed to go to an area

where they believed

that U.S. soldiers were

and detonate the bomb,

killing myself

and as many Americans

as possible.

If I didn't,

they would find me

and kill me

and my whole family.

I decided to go

to a remote area,

killing only myself,

and therefore dying in peace.

I didn't know anyone

was in here until I got here.

As a woman, what was it like

growing up in Afghanistan?

Zarmina, when my audience

sees these tapes,

I want them to get to know

this side of people,

the side they didn't expect.

They need to know it exists.

Without you,

they won't know.

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