Jarhead 3: The Siege Page #6
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- 2016
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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.
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)
(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, grabthat 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:
Goddamn 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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