The Wall

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1

[ Exhales ]

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Exhales ]

MATTHEWS:
Nothin'...

Hit n' run...

Whoever it was... they're gone.

The war's over.

He got the memo.

[Sighs]

Ize.

[ Bird squawking ]

Allen.

Ize!

What?

We got no movement.

Not a sign of a shadow...

How long we been here, man?

18, plus?

- 20...

- MATTHEWS:
Jesus.

[Sighs]

MATTHEWS:
There's nobody

f***ing out there, man.

'Less he's a pro.

MATTHEWS:
A Haji?

ISSAC:
I'm just saying, maybe.

MATTHEWS:
Right.

ISSAC:
Six construction guys

on that pipeline.

Two-man security escort.

MATTHEWS:
Yep.

Look at 'em.

MATTHEWS:
What?

Not one body

near to anything resembling cover.

That's just f***in' weird to me.

Don't mean sh*t, man.

Means he took 'em out

pretty f***in' fast.

[ Making clicking noises ]

And I think they're all

f***in' headshots, too.

Oh, f*** off, look...

...check out our boy

with the radio,

he got the call out?

[Sighs]

ISSAC:
Yep.

MATTHEWS:
That ain't a headshot Ize.

Okay, fine, so one

without a f***ing headshot.

[ Matthews chuckles ]

I mean, eight guys,

thirty seconds.

You're sayin' a Haji

went in there with a semi-auto?

Said he might be a pro.

Oh, right.

We're dealing with Juba now?

Might be.

[Sighs]

I'm just saying.

That Wall's cursed...

It's a wall, man.

You're scared of a f***in' wall?

Nah, I'm scared

of what's behind it.

Could be two Hajis,

sucking each other off

behind that thing.

MATTHEWS:
Hey.

What's there is there.

Rest of that sh*t's

in your head,

you understand?

[Wind blowing]

Ize?

ISAAC:

Mm-hmm?

What's your vote now,

got anyone out there?

Nah, I mean,

I was 60 percent sure,

now I'm like 80...

I don't think so...

or... yep, he's a pro.

MATTHEWS:

Oh, f*** off.

Probably the same

as it always is.

Four or five Hajis

came in and bushwhacked 'em.

ISAAC:

Mm-hmm.

That would make sense.

[Sighs]

Maybe.

[ Isaac stifling laughter]

Or... he's a pro.

[Isaac laughs]

I'm f***in' hot.

I'm calling it.

ISAAC:

Ah, see, f*** you, man.

I knew that's what

you wanted to do...

I'm f***ing with you, man!

What, are you

f***ing hungry again?

Already had four or five MREs,

gorilla f***.

I'm not f***in' sitting here

dancing around

your super-theories

that a f***in' super-sniper's

down there, bro.

No f***in' way a Haji

sticks around this long.

You shittin' me?

I'm f***in' hot as sh*t.

My balls have

melted into one f***in' ball...

Later you're on duty,

you're gonna pry these apart,

all right?

Oh, yeah,

if I can f***in' find it.

And you're gonna

f***in' like it, too.

[ Exhales ]

I shoulda joined

the f***in' Air Force.

No, you're too f***in' big

for the Air Force.

You'd bring

the whole thing down.

Hey, I'm serious, man...

get down.

I'm serious, too.

I'm goin' down there,

grabbing that guy's radio,

comin' back up here,

and we are getting

the f*** gone.

Yeah, Roger that.

- [ Radio beeps ]

- Comm' check.

Yup, yup, check, check.

[Wind blowing]

Where've you gone?

Oh, yep.

MATTHEWS:

Movement?

You look f***in'

rigid as sh*t...

How's that one ball?

Oh, real nice, real smart!

MATTHEWS:
You'll always be

number one to me, my man.

[ Isaac chuckles]

- [ Radio beeps ]

- You got eyes on that wall?

ISAAC:
I got eyes on your ass...

Uh, shake that booty.

Uh, yeah, there it is.

Uh... Ooh, there we go,

there it is.

I think your tampon

just fell out.

MATTHEWS:
Damn right,

that'd usually cost you 25 bucks.

I'll make love to you

Like you want me to

[ indistinct radio chatter]

ISAAC:

You're clear 360.

Keep them eyes open.

Just watch my six.

ISAAC:

Roger that.

Yep, we're f***in' solo

out here.

Lonely as f***.

[Wind blowing]

[ Flies buzzing ]

F***.

MATTHEWS:

I'm getting closer here...

you got eyes on that wall?

ISAAC:

Roger that.

Sh*t.

MATTHEWS:

What?

ISAAC:
Ah, this...

Man, this f***in' thing's

foggin' up, man.

MATTHEWS:
You have got

to get rid of that sh*t.

It was Dean's.

MATTHEWS:
F*** Dean.

Dean was a b*tch.

Yeah, f*** Dean.

Dean was a b*tch.

MATTHEWS:

Bad juju carrying around

a dead man's scope.

[ Flies buzzing ]

Something's not right.

What?

Talk to me, man, talk to me.

What's going on down there?

MATTHEWS:

Ize. They are headshots, man.

ISAAC:
Can you tell

where they came from?

You know what, f*** it.

Get the hell out of there, bro.

Hey, Ize, just check the...

- [ Gunshot]

- [ Groans ]

[ Gunshot reverberating ]

MATTHEWS:
Ah, sh*t, I'm hit!

F***, man, f***, I f***ed up...

ISAAC:

F***!

[ Gasping ]

F***! Sh*t!

Hang on, buddy, I'm coming down.

[ Softly]

Oh, sh*t.

[ Panting ]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

- [ Bullet ricocheting ]

- Ah!

They see me out there.

They see me out there.

MATTHEWS:
Back up! Back up!

Take cover!

They see you out there.

MATTHEWS:
Take cover!

What are you doing, man?

- Go, get away from me, man!

- [ Gunshots ]

Go! Go!

- Go!

- [ Isaac groans ]

Back up! Ah, f***in' sh*t!

[Gunshot]

[ Isaac groans ]

MATTHEWS:

Take cover!

Get down!

[Groaning]

[ Panting ]

F***!

Oh, sh*t! F***!

[ Continues panting ]

Fu... F***!

[ Groans ]

[ Matthews groaning ]

Sar'nt! Sar'nt Matthews!

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

Ah, sh*t!

[ Groaning ]

F***, I'm sorry!

- [ Indistinct radio]

- Sh*t.

MATTHEWS:
No f***ing Way!

Ah, sh*t! Okay, uh...

...my brother, f***in' tell RJ,

you gotta tell him, okay?

What about RJ?

RJ. Tell f***in' RJ that...

I got, I got f***in'...

I got f***in' 22 grand, man.

22 grand...

Stop... Stop... Stop talking, bro.

MATTHEWS:

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to f***in' do.

[ Matthews groans ]

[ Panting ]

Tourniquet...

use your f***ing tourniquet...

F***. Tourniquet...

use your f***ing tourniquet!

[ Metal clanging ]

Come on, show me somethin'.

Send it, b*tch.

[ Gasping ]

I lied to everybody.

I lied to every single person.

Except you. A f***in' Haj.

[Grunting ]

[ Radio static ]

Isaac, are you there?

Ize...

Ize, I need

your f***in' help, man.

I can't! You know that...

MATTHEWS:
No, no, no, no,

f***in', the radio, the radio!

[ Groans ]

Okay.

[ Gasping ]

All right,

you stupid motherf***er.

Bite on this,

you f***in' Haji b*tch.

[Chuckling]

[ Sobbing ]

[Wind rustling]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[ Panting ]

F***! F***, f***, f***, f***...

MATTHEWS:
You got it?

F***.

MATTHEWS:

F***, man, you got it?

One second!

[ Groans ]

[ Continues groaning ]

Oh... Oh, God!

Come on.

Breaker! Breaker! Do I...?

- Aw, sh*t!

- [ Indistinct radio chatter]

Break, break, break,

Spartan Thirty Tree,

requesting extraction.

F***!

What the f***?

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, f***.

You f***in' piece of sh*t.

Oh, f***!

F***in' f***!

Break, break, break,

Spartan Thirty Tree,

requesting extraction!

Break, break, break,

Spartan Three Tree,

requesting extraction!

MATTHEWS:

Radio com?

He hit my f***in' antenna!

He hit the f***ing antenna, man.

[Wind rustling]

F***.

You got eyes on him?

I think I got a shot.

What?

MATTHEWS:
I'm goin' for it, man.

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