Jarhead Page #8

They're gonna

drop the hand of God

all over the Iraqis!

Fowler,

stay in your formation.

Yeah!

Fowler, get...

Are they supposed

to come back?

Get in formation!

Incoming!

[Marines shouting]

Quebec 4 Delta,

this is Echo 5 Charlie.

Request medevac, priority.

Marines down,

in grid 671584.

We'll mark with smoke,

over.

(Fowler)

What are they doing?

Supposed to be flying.

(Troy)

F***ing a**holes.

You call those Humvees up,

and we keep moving.

They f***ing thought

we were Iraqis?

Keep moving.

[Distant explosions sounding]

[Man chattering]

Come on.

(Sykes)

Keep moving.

They could be over

this next berm.

Now listen up,

let's stay focused. We're

heading north. Let's move out.

Keep your eyes open.

[Metal clanking]

[Inaudible]

What are you doing?

They were trying to get away.

F*** it, man. Come on.

Fergus, here.

Thanks.

Staff Sergeant,

I gotta take a sh*t.

Stay in voice range.

Spaghetti marinara.

[Fly buzzing]

One f***ing hell

of a day, huh?

You all right?

Yeah.

What's over there?

Nothing.

(Troy)

Holy sh*t!

What?

Oil wells.

They lit up the oil wells.

[Distant rumbling]

It's raining oil.

It's raining oil, fellas.

You ever see that movie

Giant?

You've seen the movie Giant.

James Dean, man.

"My well came in, Bick.

"I'm rich, Bick.

Richer than you. "

Come on, shut your trap.

That sh*t's poison.

Come on.

The earth is bleeding.

Well, you'd better

get used to it, 'cause

we're gonna be living in it.

Dig those holes, boys.

[Rumbling]

[Soil squishing]

Sh*t.

Sh*t's stinging my eyes.

My eyes is burning! Sh*t!

Oh, f***! F***,

it's in my eye,

I can't see.

Oh, sh*t, it's burning!

It's burning!

(Troy)

Swoff, get me some water.

(Kruger)

F***, it's burning!

Calm down. It's okay.

What are you doing?

Don't rub your eyes.

Don't rub your eyes.

Sh*t, it's burning!

(Troy)

Hey, just close your eyes.

Swoff, I need that towel.

All right, there you go.

You want me

to wipe your ass now?

(Kruger)

Sh*t!

Put them back on.

You're okay, man.

Put them back on.

You'll be fine, perfect.

Thanks, man.

Hey, listen up!

The wind's changed.

We're moving out this sh*t.

Let's move!

(Kruger)

I came here to fight.

I've just got to get out

of this f***ing oil.

Let's go, man. Let's go.

##[Break On Through

(to the Other Side)

Playing on radio]

[Helicopter whirring]

That's Vietnam music, man.

Can't we get

our own f***ing music?

Hey, Krug...

what's Fowler doing

digging way over there?

He ain't digging.

Fowler, what are you doing?

(Swoff)

Fowler!

What are you digging

over there?

Nothing.

Our orders

are to dig over here.

Mind your own

f***ing business.

(Fergus)

Hey, Fowler, H20?

Hey, Fergie, come here.

I gotta show you something.

This is my

new best buddy, man.

Who's under there?

Just my friend.

Ta-da.

Jesus Christ, Fowler.

Ahab the Arab, huh?

[Snickers]

(Fowler)

Oh, Jesus.

Get that out of here.

(Swoff)

F***, Fowler.

$5 to get your picture taken

with it, guys.

Check out

what I put in his mouth.

[Laughing]

What's the matter, Swoffy?

Swoff doesn't like Ahab.

You don't like Ahab?

This is war, man.

This is war.

You can't handle it?

What are you, a fag?

If you f***ing touch me,

I will beat

your f***ing head in.

I swear to God.

Hey.

Get it out of here.

The whole goddamn desert

is shitting dead ragheads.

Have we done anything?

Have we done anything

but walk around in the sand?

I didn't kill him.

He's dead.

Move.

[Sighs]

F*** you.

There's tons of

crispy critters

around here, man.

I'll get as many as I want.

You won't get this one.

Yeah, but I'll get

as many as I want, man!

'Cause I don't even

f***ing want that one!

I don't.

Fowler...

stay sharp.

[Horse snorting]

[Horse breathing heavily]

It's all right.

You're gonna be all right.

It's all right.

Whoa.

You're covered

in this f***ing oil.

[Sighs]

The Army

may pull this type of sh*t,

but the Marines don't.

When we get back,

Fowler will be

passing out sh*t-paper.

[Sighs]

I could be working

with my brother right now.

He's got a dry-wall business

in Compton.

Does the inside

of office buildings.

You know, the metal studs.

I could be his partner.

Said he'd give me

that brand new

Dodge Ram Charger.

You know, the 318 Magnum?

The beast?

All indoor work, too.

Lots of AC.

I could sleep with my wife

every night.

F*** her, maybe.

Take my kids to school

every morning.

And I'd run his crews, too.

Probably

increase productivity

Make $100,000 a year.

Do you know why I don't?

Because I love this job.

I thank God

for every f***ing day that

He gives me in the Corps.

Ooh-rah.

I mean, who else

gets a chance

to see sh*t like this?

You know what I'm saying?

Yes, Staff Sergeant.

Do you?

Listen up. Colonel says

he wants my best snipers.

God help me, it's you two.

We've had

beaucoup surrenders,

whole f***ing units...

but the Republican Guard

is still out there...

and they are

most definitely hardcore.

So you keep

your sh*t together.

Go over there.

(both)

Yes, Staff Sergeant.

Thank you, Staff Sergeant.

What?

Thank you.

Don't thank me,

just don't f***ing die.

Let's go.

[Engine starting]

F***ing A.

(Kruger)

Get a kill,

you f***ing pussies.

(Lt. Col. Kazinski)

Sykes thinks

you boys are good.

(Troy)

Yes, sir.

Well, if it comes from him

it's not bullshit.

I got the kind of mission...

scout snipers

would pop their grandmother

to get.

We got 750 Republican Guards

dug in around

a control tower...

at airfield Al Jabar.

Grid 703003.

The recon reports

two high-ranking officers

in the tower.

All my air is tied up

farther north till 1800.

So if you could

take out those officers...

maybe the cannon fodder

will white flag it...

and save me having to take

the whole battalion...

hey, diddle diddle,

right up the middle.

Aye-aye, sir.

This is not Rambo time.

Before you take a shot,

you must get clearance,

understood?

Yes, sir.

Outstanding.

Some of my officers think

that scout snipers

are prima donnas.

They think STA stands

for Sun Tan Association.

Are they right?

(both)

No, sir.

Then f***ing show me.

Clear.

(Swoff)

Oh, sh*t!

There's no one

in the tower, man.

The sun's going down. Sh*t!

Wait.

Thank you, Jesus.

Romeo, Golf, Charlie.

Romeo, Golf, Charlie.

This is Lima 2 Sierra. Over.

Officers in control tower.

Over.

That's what

they look like, huh?

Range?

Wind is?

Five to seven, west to east.

Romeo, Golf, Charlie.

Romeo, Golf, Charlie.

Requesting permission

to take the shot. Over.

Set.

We have the shot. Over.

Affirmative. Out.

Permission to fire.

Fire.

Fire.

Fire.

What the f*** frequency

are you on?

Oh, f***.

We got air.

I'm calling it in.

We have permission

to take the shot.

Tough break, you were

just gonna shoot one guy.

Watch this, it'll blow

your f***ing minds.

Bad knees.

College football.

Requesting permission

to take the shot, sir.

Request denied.

You never know

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