Drones Page #7

- Huh?

- You are facing court-martial

for gross insubordination

as it is, all right?

If we make it look like you assault me,

you're gonna do real time.

Come on, the colonel's

just blowing smoke.

Come on, they would

never court-martial me

for trying to save

civilian lives.

Can you imagine the

international publicity of that?

Well, if they don't

court-martial you,

they're definitely gonna

boot you out of the air force.

Yeah, I know.

You know what?

What the f***.

Maybe I'm not meant for the air

force of the future, you know?

Maybe this was

all meant to happen.

You...

Are f***ing enjoying this.

- Are you f***ing insane?

- You washed out of flight school

and now you get to be the f***ing

hero you always dreamed of being.

This is not about...

Saving people's lives.

This about you keeping

your girl macho thing going.

That's bullshit.

You think I'm happy

to get kicked out of the

only life I ever wanted?

You...

Okay, sue.

Let's be f***ing

heroes together.

- All right, let's do it.

- Hit me with your best shot.

- I'm gonna hit you in your cheek, okay?

- I don't know.

You're the big boxer.

Tell me where you can hit me,

I won't feel like sh*t

and I'll look like sh*t.

Cheek's good.

I'll hit you high enough,

I'll give you a nice bruise

but it won't hurt your jaw.

How thoughtful.

Thank you.

Whoa. Uh...

Hey, you know, I still do really wanna

go to that half moon bar sometime

if you want.

Maybe not tonight, but...

Cool. All right,

what do we need for this?

Do you need

like a practice shot?

Sure, yeah.

I mean, I don't really need the practice,

- but we can...

- Oh God, this is gonna suck.

Okay, we're establishing range.

- Okay.

- Ah!

Sorry.

Stay still!

God damn it.

We both know what happens

if I don't blast this h.V.T.

I'm gonna go to prison,

you're not.

Daddy'll jump in,

there'll be a giant f***ing cover-up.

- That isn't true.

- That is f***ing...

Stop moving or I'm gonna break

your f***ing bones!

You got that?

- Ow!

- You got that?

Do you got that?!

- Excellent.

- Ah!

One step closer

and I'll rip 'em out.

I will just put them

right back in.

And reprogram it in 14 minutes?

Yeah, f***ing right.

Stay right there.

- What?

- All right.

- You brought a gun?

- Yeah, I brought a gun.

I'm a fighter pilot on a f***ing mission.

I bring my gun.

- Where's your gun?

- Go ahead, shoot me.

I will. If I have

to shoot you, I will.

Bullshit. You don't have the balls

to shoot a general's daughter.

What the hell are you people doing?

I'm attempting to fulfill

my mission, sir.

Jesus!

Put the gun down, airman!

- Now both of you go outside.

- What?

- Why?

- Just f***ing do it! It's an order!

Ladies first.

- What's going on?

- If you attempt to abort your mission,

the mps have been instructed to

forcibly replace you with another team.

- Sir.

- Hold for general Lawson!

What?

Hello, Susan.

I hear you've been causing

a little trouble out there.

Sit down.

- Dad.

- You're about to ruin your whole life.

I've been watching

this guy's birthday party.

Take a look at this photograph.

Do you recognize anyone?

- Kahlil.

- An all-student beer bar in hamburg, Germany,

June 2001.

The guy on his left,

one of the 10 men

who flew the planes

into the world trade center.

Mahmoud kahlil recruited him

for the 9/11 conspiracy.

- Kahlil?

- Right.

He's one of the men

who killed your mother...

And your brother.

Why didn't colonel Wallace

tell me that?

That dossier on kahlil

is classified,

above top secret.

I'm in direct violation of the federal

secrecy act by telling you this.

Susan, there are

all kinds of levels to this.

Like what, dad?

According to intel that we received

from the raid on bin laden,

kahlil was the primary

organizer of a chemical attack

that we prevented

last year that would've had

far more devastating

consequences than 9/11.

Our recent intel indicates that

he's planning another attack

on a subway system

in a major American city.

Think how catastrophic

that might be.

You have to

complete this mission.

Jesus f***ing...

You should see the poster

that his kids made.

This whole drone thing...

it's freaking insane.

- You would've hated it.

- Susan, if we'd had drones back then,

I wouldn't have had to

drop bombs on God knows

how many thousands

of noncombatants.

- Dad.

- We are protecting people the whole world over

from the living hell

that our family went through.

I can't begin to understand

what it's like to see the faces

of people you're about to kill.

I've never had

to deal with that.

But think of all the people

you're not seeing,

the people we won't have to

kill because this technology

is gonna win us the war.

But this is gonna be the

toughest thing you'll ever do,

but you can do it,

and you will do it

for your mother's sake

and for your brother.

Sue, I'm gonna tell you

something I never told anyone.

Before 9/11, I was on an anti-terrorism

task force with the nsc.

We had a couple

of bad guys in our sights,

but we weren't sure,

so we didn't move fast enough.

Though maybe if we had,

David and your mom

would still be alive today.

Don't make

the same mistake I did.

I love you, Susan.

He looked you right in the eye.

So did my dad...

The night he left.

We're playing flyboy,

he looks me right

in the eye and he says,

"I love you, Jack."

Your point?

He was lying to me...

Just like your father

was lying to you.

It's time.

If we don't, they will.

If they don't the next

reaper's gonna, anyway,

two hours form now,

so it might as well be me.

Okay.

Where's mahmoud?

Where's the jeep?

Jack.

Jack, where'd the jeep go?

- I don't know.

- Oh my God.

Sue, you f***ing idiot.

Bring up m.T.S.

Could still be on the road.

To the left of the tree.

So now you're eager

to kill them all?

You're not?

He's a 9/11 conspirator.

Is he?

Look at those innocent kids.

Jack, f***,

we've got to get this done.

He could be gone before

the next reaper gets here.

- Come on, let's do it.

- Your old man laid it on thick, didn't he?

The whole chemical attacks,

9/11, your family.

- Jack, what are you...

- A nuclear bomb threat should've...

- will you please get your sh*t together?

- My sh*t is together.

- Then arm up, okay?

- I've been in this trailer

- the entire day.

- Jack.

Every time I get a cup of coffee

or go out and take a piss,

I get to look at this poster.

Sue!

These are the 10 men who crashed

into the world

trade center, okay?

Not one of them looks like

the guy your dad showed you.

- He was feeding you crap.

- They have big red xs over their faces, okay, Jack?

Jesus Christ.

Hey.

Same f***ing poster

without the red x.

And here's the guy

your dad showed you.

They look nothing alike.

All right? He's got a little

butt chin like John Travolta.

None of these guys have that.

They have beards.

Can't see the chin.

They look nothing alike. Your dad was...

he was lying to you about 9/11!

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