Drones Page #8

- Just f***ing admit it!

- He wouldn't use that.

- God damn it! Everybody uses 9/11.

- No, he wouldn't use

- my mother and my brother!

- If he thought you were ruining your life?

- Okay, so this guy flew into the Pentagon.

- Is that what he said?

- No, but he got it mixed up.

- Your dad's a general, sue.

Maybe you were right.

Kahlil is just this

regular wine-drinking,

birthday-party-loving non-terrorist,

- somebody the Pakistani generals want dead.

- That's not true.

Jack, we have five minutes

until we crash the aircraft,

so why are you

doing this right now?

Because I think you were right.

Mind this checklist.

- My other mission was bullshit.

- Don't go there.

Your dad just looked you in the eye

and lied to you so you'll kill a baby.

What the f*** is going on?

What if they're lying to me?

I mean, I killed a mom

and her little girl.

That's what I did.

I asked colonel Wallace

if he knew they would be there.

He said no, but there they were,

so what am I supposed to do?

Am I just supposed to wake up

from a whole new set

of nightmares? I can't...

- I don't want to turn out like desean.

- Jack, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm... I'm sorry,

for doing this to you, okay?

I... we should've just followed our

orders like you said, but you...

You have to trust that

my dad and these generals...

they're not idiots, okay?

They're not psychopaths.

I mean, they've devoted their lives

to protecting the American people.

Right, but what if they're

so devoted to protecting us

that they start feeding us sh*t?

They're trying to get their

intel straight right now,

and we are, in the meantime,

killing two more kids!

- That guy's checking his engine. Somebody is leaving.

- What's wrong?

I don't care about that!

I care about this!

Okay, fine. Fine fine.

What if we don't launch

the hellfire?

What if we don't do it?

What if we...

we could lock the door.

We could fire some shots at the ceiling.

We could keep

the m.P.S out, right?

- Yeah, what if?

- Well, then kahlil might leave,

and he might come to the U.S. and

set off a sarin bomb in the subway.

Like you said, a bunch

of mothers and brothers, okay?

Or maybe he doesn't leave.

Maybe he stays here,

and then that jeep comes back

with five more people,

and then a van shows up with 10 more,

and so we don't drop iron.

And all that's gonna happen is a lot

more people are gonna end up dying.

I mean, that was

a big f***ing goat, right?

For all I know, it feeds 50!

So let's just...

Let's do what we're

supposed to do, okay?

Let's do our duty.

I mean, maybe there's

no heroism in that, but...

There's no shame either.

Reacquiring the target.

Establish auto-track.

Auto-track established.

Lieutenant Lawson,

airman bowles.

- I'm sending in the m.P.S.

- I'm coding the weapon right now.

- Then let's roll. Out.

- Out.

- Weapon coded.

- Weapon status?

Weapon armed.

Select laser.

Selected.

And...

Jack, you forgot

to power up the weapon.

Jack?

Jack!

Airman!

- This is bullshit.

- Enough, okay? Will you just power up the weapon, please?

No, I'm not killing these kids!

Fine, you know what?

Then step away and I will do it.

- No, I'm sending the plane back.

- My God.

Airman.

Jack, step away from the console.

Or what?

Jack.

I am not playing.

Go ahead and shoot.

- Jack.

- It's all right.

Weapon powered.

Recoding the weapon.

Bingo.

You f***ing...

Select the laser.

Laser selected.

Laser armed.

Firing laser.

Weapon ready.

Prepare to launch.

Three, two, one.

And launch.

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