Jarhead 3: The Siege Page #6

just burning it?

We don't have a choice.

If proof of this got out,

we'd lose all

credibility in the region.

No honor

amongst thieves?

I don't have the luxury

of looking at things

as black and white, Evan.

Not out here.

Nothing is.

It's a lot easier

for the world to end

as we know it than

most people believe.

We make the wrong move,

hesitate for a second

when we shouldn't,

and it's over.

Oh, my God.

You're a f***ing

spook, aren't you?

I'm a f***ing realist.

And my loyalty

is to my country,

not my convictions.

(PANTING)

(BLAKE COUGHING)

They're all over

the place out there.

All this smoke

coming from the roof?

Yeah. We've done

the best we could

to slow it down.

Stamper, come in.

Albright?

How's everybody

doing there?

Hansen just

made it back,

but we're f***ed.

The goddamned

building's on fire.

(OVER RADIO)

We can hardly

breathe in here.

MARSOC's still

20 minutes out.

Oh, Sh*t.

BLAKE:
I know, right?

It's like what

happened at Benghazi.

Everyone died of

smoke inhalation.

Let me tell you

something, Blake.

If I go out here,

it sure as hell

ain't gonna be from

sucking in no smoke.

We're gonna have to

handle this ourselves.

You know we're

still way f***ing

outnumbered here, right?

Yeah, well, I'm not

waiting to get rescued

and I'm not waiting to die.

We're getting the hell

out of here, all of us.

How?

We're gonna slip

out the back.

(SCOFFING) Oh, check out

the big brain on Brad.

Why didn't

I think of that?

The rear gate's theirs.

There's a team of

hajis out there

with an RPK

just waiting for us

to give that a try.

Can you make it there?

Not directly.

No f***ing way.

Yeah, I hate to say it,

man, but he's right.

The whole place

is infested.

Our best option might be

the northeast fire exit.

I don't know what

the hell you guys

are talking about.

You're just as f***ed.

You got tangos out

front and two tactical

sitting on your back porch.

The trucks

are out back?

All right,

you gotta move.

We're coming to you.

Come to us? What

the f*** are you

talking about, John Wayne?

You gotta trust me, man.

Stamper, you with me?

Goddamn cowboy.

F***ing right!

That's what I'm

talking about, baby.

This is our house.

Let's show

these motherfuckers

how we do it.

Let's show 'eml

Let's get some!

Excuse me?

Can I get

a gun yet,

please?

Shut the f*** up.

Let's move.

Okay.

What the f***

are you doing, man?

Mr. Ambassador,

let's roll.

(COUGHING)

I guess we'll see

which way you run

when that door opens, huh?

EVAN:
(OVER RADIO)

This is Albright,

sir, we can't hold.

LINCOLN:
Say again?

This is Albright,

sir, we can't hold.

We need to move.

Need an alternate HLZ.

Understood.

What options

do we have?

AI-Mafraq Stadium

is about two

clicks away, sir.

AI-Mafraq Stadium.

You Know it?

Well, that's

a soccer stadium

10 blocks from here.

Roger that, sir.

We'll see you there.

Outstanding.

Watch your ass, Marine.

Aye-aye, sir.

If someone

finds this footage,

please YouTube it.

The footage must live on.

Shut the f*** up.

Move.

I ain't gonna lie,

man. That's hot.

Get in!

(PANTING)

Clear!

Move it!

Move!

Yousef! Yousef...

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Move, move, move!

Come on.

Stamper, we're

30 seconds out!

So are we!

EVAN:
Over,

headed your way!

Almost there!

We'll be there!

(DOOR BEEPING)

Where the f***

are you guys?

(DOOR BEEPING)

(CROWD YELLING)

We got company!

F***!

Jesus.What

the hell?

Anytime today, Hansen.

I'm trying!

It's jammed!

It won't open!

Stamper,

open this

f***ing door!

No offense, sir.

Get the f***

out of the way!

Back up!

All right,

keep your head down!

All right, move,

move, move, move.

Get in!

Come on, let's go! Go, go, go!

Go, go! Sunshine, go!

(YELLING IN PAIN)

Stamps!

F***!

Come on.

Come on, come on.

We gotta go!

God damn it,

motherfuckers!

We're almost there!

Hang on!

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Albright to MARSOC,

do you copy?

Hello? Do you copy?

We are en route

to extract. Over.

Go, go, go!

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(CONVERSING IN ARABIC)

Lack on ammo,

need more mags.

I got you.

Which way?

That way.

(CROWD YELLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANING)

OLIVIA:
Sunshine!

You're gonna

be okay, man.

You're gonna be okay.

Stay with me.

I got you. I got you.

You're gonna be okay.

I got you.

You're all right.

You're all right.

You're all right.

You're all right.

You're okay.

Do you see them?

No.

Do you think

they're gone?

Trust me,

they haven't

gone anywhere.

Hansen, check

the back.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

Yeah, that's

a negative. They're

holding the alleyway.

There's a basement.

Albright to MARSOC,

do you hear me? Over.

I don't know if

you can hear me,

but we're pinned down.

Cannot make extract.

Where the f***

are we?

At Freedom Burger.

Where?

We're at Freedom Burger

on Kings Road and Al-Hashimi.

EVAN:
Jamal, grab

that propane tank.

What? Why?

Just take it to

the bottom of the stairs.

They're back!

Everybody

in the basement!

Go!

(SHOUTING INDISCERNIBLY)

Okay. I got you.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

What the f***!

F***!

I have to help them!

You're all right.

You're gonna

be all right.

Give me a gun.

I can fight.

Khaled sent my

younger brother, Amir,

to die when he was only 12.

Now my youngest

brother is only eight,

and I will not

let him play martyr

for Khaled as well.

Give him a rifle.

Seriously,

he gets a gun?

CAHILL:
God

damn it, Blake.

There's nowhere

for you to go.

It seems your country

will now have to bear

the burdens of your deaths.

Go f*** yourself.

After all, that

is the tragic truth

of the matter, is it not?

Your government

takes pride in the blood

that stains its hands.

What are yet more lives

in the pursuit of

its foolish crusade?

Crusade?

You butcher

innocents and use

that to get the rest

to go along

with your

savage sh*t.

You wanna bring it

to us, to the devils

holding the guns,

that I at least get.

But a shopping mall,

the towers, journalists

and aid workers?

You're just a bunch

of f***ing pussies

too weak to even

try hitting anything

that might hit you back.

This is not that

fight for freedom, Khaled.

This is just

a fight

with no end,

no winners

and no hope.

The only way is

to rid our land

of every foreigner

that invades it

and to kill the rat

who calls himself

my brother.

Go, go!

(YELLING)

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

HUTCH:
Cease fire.

At ease, Marine.

Ambassador Cahill.

Blake, put

pressure on this.

LOPEZ:
Ah!

LINCOLN:

Major Lincoln,

MARSOC.

Are you

okay,sir?

Yes, Major, we are.

Let's get you

outta here, sir.

(COUGHING)

It's for you,

Miss Winston.

It's Director Walsh.

Yes, sir. We have

the package.

Khaled is dead.

BLAKE:
There he is.

The best.

Billy Badass.

His ass and

the rest of the Marines

saved my ass in the furnace.

So big thank you to Albright.

Albright.

Yes, sir.

Hell of a job, Marine.

Hell of a job.

Your Gunny

would be proud.

Thank you, sir.

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