Good Kill Page #2

and introduce myself to her.

And I say,

"Hi, I'm Captain Joseph Zimmer."

- Nice.

- You know what she says?

She says her name is Anita Mann.

- It's funny.

- Yeah.

Well, she was shitfaced, of course.

At a bar at Mandalay Bay

with five of her girlfriends.

She can't get me upstairs fast enough.

The girl was getting married

the next f***ing day.

Last bachelor party I went to,

I was Dick Burns.

It was either that or Hugh Jorgen.

Classy.

- So, did you volunteer?

- Or were you "volun-told"?

I went willingly.

Yeah, I couldn't wait to sign up.

Come on, battlefields and blackjack?

Every girl's fantasy.

You'?

In my line,

this is the next best thing to Langley.

I applied twice, but I never got past

the background check.

For the life of me,

I don't know what it is.

I don't remember doing anything

that f***ing bad.

I flew cargo, Globemasters.

I might as well be working for UPS.

If you want to be where the action is,

this is the tip of the spear.

I did six tours.

After the last one, I got back from Iraq,

a row of GCS's on the tarmac.

F-16s in mothballs.

Put in one UAV tour, they said.

I'm on my third.

You got a family.

Must be nice, you know,

go home and see them every day.

We're on duty.

Where superpowers go to die.

Not the British, not the Soviets, not us.

Genghis f***ing Khan

couldn't hold onto this f***ing place.

No one wins a war in Afghanistan.

The only way to win is never put a boot

on the ground. Stay two miles above it.

We have put in 600 Reaper hours

on this target, sir.

May I respectfully suggest

that we got the wrong address?

That's not what our intel's saying, Major.

It's a safe house

for the new Number Two.

Who's she?

Our intel says she's not related.

Housekeeper.

I always think they can see us.

At 10,000 feet, even if she stared

straight at us, she couldn't see us.

I get tired just watching her work.

My wife by the f***ing pool,

she wouldn't last a day over there.

- He's getting good.

- Focus on the compound.

Well, as much as I would like to

watch her put her son to sleep,

I gotta be home before my kids wake up.

- It's all yours, Major.

- Yeah. Good night, sir.

- Is that the target?

- No.

Our target's as round as he is tall.

That's not him.

What is he doing?

Sh*t.

Jesus.

Hey, Tommy.

So, I heard you want to

go back to combat.

You told Molly yet?

Not yet.

Well, don't take this the wrong way,

but are you out of your f***ing mind?

I mean, look around, buddy.

We can come home at night.

We can see our kids,

we can get laid and not worry that

there's some other prick going there.

Listen, I don't even know

if it's going to happen.

It's a big f***ing mistake.

- Get him!

- Get him!

Hey, hey! You don't shoot the chef.

What are you, crazy?

Hey, get out of here. No, no, no, no, no!

Come on. I'll cook you.

Come on, no, no, get out of here.

I'll cook both of you.

He's quiet. Does he ever get angry?

Almost never.

What happens when he gets angry?

He gets more quiet.

I'm gonna get a refill.

Wow.

Look at you.

You went all out today, Mrs. Egan.

Shucks.

Cheers.

What is this?

You're resigning?

- You're up for promotion.

- I was going to talk to you about it.

- The pay grade alone...

- Just...

It's only if I don't get

a seat on the Viper.

Combat? That's what you want to do?

So you can worry the kids sick again.

So you never see them or me.

Is it so bad, what you're doing now?

You're still making people safer, right?

I mean, what's going on at the base?

I mean, no one else in the service cares

about the security clearance bullshit.

- I'm your f***ing wife.

- It's not about the clearance.

I just don't want to rehash it.

It doesn't do any good.

If I have a sh*t day, why dump it on you?

Does it help me? Does it help you?

You don't know what helps me. I get it.

I get why you don't want to

talk about that.

But you don't want to

talk about anything.

I swear to God,

if I didn't start a conversation,

we would never f***ing have one!

Ever since the drawdown,

things haven't been the same.

You know that.

I just want things to go back

to the way they were.

It might have been scarier back then,

but at least we made each other laugh.

We did it in every room in the house.

We did it in parking lots.

Even if we weren't together all the time,

when we were, we were together.

I used to make you...

I used to make you happy.

Well, I can't be that person

if I'm not doing what I do.

I am a pilot and I'm not flying.

- Tom.

- Just...

I don't know what it is that I am doing,

but it's not flying.

Hey, Major.

How's the war on terror going?

Kind of like your war on drugs.

Yeah. Drive safe.

Nothing explodes quite like explosives.

One IED factory going out of business.

Soon as he comes back from taking

the last piss of his life, we smoke him.

We are cleared hot. Light 'em up.

Warheads on foreheads.

Damn it. Damn it, I lost the link.

The Reaper's on autopilot.

Reaper on automatic holding pattern,

figure eight, deconflicted altitude.

- Get it back.

- I am trying.

All right, I've got it. We're back on.

Laser on.

Painting the target.

Both Hellfires.

I've got two tickets to paradise

Won't you pack your bags

We leave tonight...

Master arm on. Weapon's hot.

Rifle when ready.

Three, two, one, rifle.

Missiles off the rail.

God damn it, what's that?

- Sh*t.

- Time of flight?

- Seven seconds.

- Abort?

Negative. Impact, three seconds.

Run, you little shits! Get the f***...

Where are they?

Master arm off.

Weapon's safe.

I know what you're thinking.

I must have been a f***ing pilot

before Pontius.

You religious, Major?

You never cuss.

Yeah, I don't think it helps.

I'd do it if I thought it helped.

Maybe it's something I picked up flying.

You know, actually flying.

Yeah, not a lot of hotheads

stay up in the sky.

And those who make it

through flight school

generally owe us for an F-16.

I owe us for a Phantom.

So how are things at home?

Can't complain.

Well, that's the thing, isn't it?

I mean, we really can't complain.

I mean, try telling our sob story

to the grunts on the ground.

I mean, sh*t, they already thought

we were candy-asses

when we were up in the air

with our f***ing planes.

No. No one's throwing

a pity party for us.

You just gotta keep compartmentalizing.

Never mind the compartments

got too close.

I mean, it used to be

we go to war with a country,

we'd actually go to the country.

Guys enlisted to see the world,

get some foreign tail.

It's better when we were deployed.

You know, there was war

and there was...

You know you're not to blame for that.

The kids.

Wrong place, wrong time.

It happens.

Well, it happens.

We all pulled the trigger

in that box, Tommy.

All of us.

Thank you for saying that, sir,

but we both know I pulled the trigger.

Well, you wanna know

how I think about it?

And here's how I think about it.

Just now, we didn't know

those kids were gonna show up.

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