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with no guarantee of success.

The problem is the photo.

The photo.

If we leave the helicopter there,

blown up or not,

the bad guys will take

a photo with it.

And it f***ing pisses me off,

if you'll excuse my language.

But if we bring it back,

we can turn this accident

into a victory.

Put me through to the doctor

at the POI.

Isabel!

Herat!

Yes? This is Doctor Varela.

At your service, Colonel.

We're considering

recovering the MEDEVAC

but before we decide we need to know

if the wounded can stay there overnight.

They're stable but we should

evacuate them as soon as possible.

That doesn't answer my question.

Yes or no, Varela?

Yes, they can, Colonel.

Thank you, Varela.

Colonel, can I talk to her?

Varela, what's up?

Put Torres on.

But tell him I'm the colonel.

Tell him, damn it.

The colonel.

Colonel?

What's up, Luisito?

Did you forget how to park or what?

If you took your eyes

off Varela's tits...

Stop talking about tits,

this is serious.

Are you getting us out of here

or what?

Now that you ruined my dinner,

I have to find something to do.

Listen, I need you to do

something for me.

Anything you want.

You have to pluck your bird's

feathers.

It has to weigh 1,500 kilos less.

You convinced them we can do it

without tools, what a bastard.

Seriously, don't make me look bad.

- Pluck as much as you can.

- We'll get right on it.

Have a good night.

I'll see you in the morning.

We'll be waiting.

What's up, Vilches?

- How's your leg, Captain?

- Much better.

You were quick

disengaging the rotor.

The engines, electrical and

hydraulic equipment are all fine.

It's a b*tch to have to blow her up.

How can we reduce her weight

by a ton and a half?

What are you talking about?

She's coming with us.

Awesome. We'll remove

the weapons support, the blades...

And the armor plate weighs

at least 300 kilos.

And the gasoline,

which must weigh a ton.

It'll take a while.

So the sooner we start,

the sooner we finish.

Yes, sir.

You're not going anywhere

until I see that leg.

- Not now, when we finish.

- Yes, now.

"Yes, now." You're just as stubborn

as your sister.

Come on.

- Set up a tent for the wounded.

- Yes, sir.

- Mao.

- Yes, sir.

I want your vehicle

on this hillside,

covering the area from this rock

to over here, got it?

Yes, sir.

- The RG. Hook, where are you?

- Here, sir.

Parapet the exposed flank

from the wounded nest.

Yes, sir.

The rest of us will use that slope

as a trench to defend the south area.

And, of course, the helicopter.

Lieutenant.

What is it?

The heights behind us worry me.

Why don't we park the vehicles

against the slope for cover?

The snipers already have

those heights covered.

How are we on food and ammo?

Ammo? Barely enough.

The Americans left some food

and water for one day.

- Got it. Any questions?

- None.

Anything? Questions? Anything?

More questions?

Gentlemen, get to work.

Let's raise the tent.

One, two and three.

And when I went to give her back

her pashmina,

she dropped and covered her head

like she'd just seen the devil.

That's probably because

she found you ugly as f***.

Movement at 10 o'clock.

About 300 meters.

It's a fox.

F***ing awesome.

Lynx, this is Bull.

We're reorganizing the perimeter

to spend the night.

Wait for instructions.

Copy that, Bull.

Lynx to Bull. If we're staying,

can Pea come up and support us?

Our backs are getting

a little cold.

Negative.

Pea's out of danger,

but his eyes are hurt.

We'll send someone right up.

Over.

Copy that.

Thanks, Isa. I know the helicopter

coming with us

is thanks to you.

Don't thank me.

I wanted to evacuate the wounded.

Besides, it's better this way.

We only have one MEDEVAC left.

Without medical rescue,

there's no reason for us to be here.

No reason for you, apparently.

I've been offered a job

as head of the Emergency Room

at Clnico Hospital in Madrid.

It's a great offer.

Like Sabina says,

you'll feel like a bullfighter

behind the Iron Curtain.

You're a military doctor, damn it.

You'll get bored there.

Yeah, because this is so much fun.

You mean the kid

the other day, right?

I'm leaving, that's it.

Puma, your vehicle is sticking out.

I want it in helmet defilade right now!

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

This is Greyhound.

A man, 300 meters south south-east

of your position. We'll keep watching.

Copy that.

Greyhound to the whole squad.

Everyone stay alert.

Looks like a shepherd.

Yeah, they're all shepherds.

Lynx, this is Greyhound.

Can you see if he's armed?

I don't see any weapons.

Negative.

Should we fire a warning shot?

Negative, we'll follow

the rules of engagement.

Mao, Hook, watch your sectors,

damn it!

Lieutenant, by now he even knows

the size of our underwear.

This is Lieutenant Conte.

Unarmed non-combatant observing

our camp at 200 meters from our position.

Request satellite tracking.

Look, Lieutenant.

If he leaves, we're sold out.

Rules of engagement.

I need f***ing confirmation

that he's hostile.

F***ing rules.

Whoever made them has never

been to Afghanistan.

If he had he'd know

that all tucus look the same.

The same turban,

the same vest,

the same Kalashnikov...

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

He's only a kid.

If he leaves, we're sold.

Give the order, Lieutenant.

Make my day.

Rashid!

Come back here!

Damn tucu!

Rashid, come back here!

Son of a b*tch!

Greyhound, this is Lynx. I have a shot,

but he's about to disappear

behind the hill.

Last chance, Lieutenant.

No.

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

I've lost him.

I repeat, I've lost him.

Are you crazy or what?

What the f***

were you two saying?

Take it easy.

He's a boy. It's okay.

He says he lives

in a village nearby.

He heard the explosion

and came to see what it was.

After all the time you spoke?

Don't lie to me, you bastard!

Aguilar!

We've got him.

What's he doing?

Copy that.

F***!

Shepherd my ass!

Sergeant!

Alert everyone that the insurgency

knows our position.

Yes, sir.

God!

Castro, Rodriguez!

With me!

Check the hook.

Okay, everyone.

We're going to calculate

for 20% overweight.

Why the long faces?

What are you worried about?

The cables, sir.

We can tie one end at the head

of the rotor to sustain the weight

and another from the back hook

to the tail to keep it from swinging.

We don't know what state

the tail is in.

I think it's better to avoid it

so it won't bend

and focus on the head of the rotor.

If we lift from only one point,

it's going to swing like crazy.

Especially if it's windy.

Yeah, that area is a b*tch.

No.

We have to do it with two hooks.

Let's see.

We hitch to the head of the rotor,

so the helicopter won't bend.

Then, one cable goes to the back hook

and another to the front hook.

That's it.

- How's the performance data table?

- It's coming.

- Can I bring you some coffee or anything?

- Sorry, sir.

Give me a hand.

- Careful.

- Come on, grab it.

Careful.

Be careful.

Captain.

Are you almost finished?

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