Hey, look, I apologize.
-You saw West's body? -Of course I did.
-Where? -Down by the creek bed.
-And he was shot? -Yeah.
What about the phosphorus grenade?
One went off, yeah, but it didn't touch him. I thought you knew this.
Tell us.
-What did you do? -We found him like this.
You kill him?
We found him like this!
Stop. Kendall said that only Nunez showed up at the body.
-You were at the bunker with Mueller. -He's lying.
I was at the body. We didn't see Mueller till we got back to the bunker.
-Where you been? -West. He's dead.
Back up.
-Mueller was alone in the bunker? -Yeah.
What are you doing here alone?
Pike and I got separated, then I heard gunfire. It was close.
Well, so did we. Why you didn't come?
So where's your grenade?
And I didn't buy it, but Mueller still had his grenade.
At least you and Kendall agree on that.
Okay, what happened next?
Pike came back.
Mueller, what the hell happened to you?
Where were you? One minute you're next to me, the next you're gone...
-...the sky lights up like Christmas. -Where've you been, Jay?
There's a hurricane out there, okay? I couldn't find the spot. My radio's busted.
-Where's West? -Yeah, right.
Shut up.
West is dead.
What?
-Where've you been, Jay? -I said, I couldn't--
No, no, no, no. No.
Fuck you.
-Fuck you! No! Stop it! No! -Okay, hello!
We just wanna see your pack.
-We wanna see your pack because.... -Why?
Because whoever shot the sarge popped a grenade first. That's why.
A dead body shows up and just put it on the darkest face in the room?
-It's not like that and you know it. -Do l?
Do l, Dunbar?
I just want you, papi, to show them your pack.
Right now.
Good.
Tie him up.
Ray? Come here.
Come here close, I wanna talk to you. Come on.
We're friends, right?
-Ray, we're friends, right? -Yeah.
Well then, come on, man, untie me! You know that I didn't do this.
-You hated West more than any of us. -Maybe, but not enough to be a killer.
-You're the one missing a grenade. -Anybody could have taken that out.
Did you check your pack coming in on the bird?
Look, you know I don't have this in me.
-lf not you, then who? -Mueller, that's who.
Oh, come on, man.
We were scanning the area together then he just ups and disappears?
-That's what he says about you. -Who you gonna believe...
...a redneck or your friend?
-Listen, check my pack. -Why?
That's a combat cocktail. Demerol and anabolics.
-Mueller gave it to me. -You're lying, man.
Does that look like I'm lying? It kills the pain, focuses the brain, man.
I've been using for about eight weeks solid.
After that first night, man, it was bad. Malnutrition and exposure.
I needed something to keep me from crashing and Mueller hooked me up.
The way I see it, West knew. He found out and was gonna report him.
-But they killed him first. -They?
Yes! Mueller and Castro. They must've sabotaged the radios and...
...one of them must've taken a grenade out of my pack on the chopper.
Who popped white? What the hell's going on?!
I don't know, sarge! I don't know what happened!
Get down!
You saw West's body. How was he killed?
His chest was hamburger, Jake.
See, that's close range. You go full-auto on somebody, close range...
...they're gonna be swimming in blood. Look at me. I don't have a drop on me.
Now, how about Mueller? When I walked in, he wasn't wearing shit.
-I don't know, man. -What don't you know?
This is a lot of shit to digest! I gotta think!
Come on, Ray, man, we don't have time to think! We need to go now!
Look. No, listen.
Let's wait till we get back, then we'll tell everything to the MPs.
If we wait, I am a dead man.
I have a black face and there are a hundred men out there...
...dying to testify how much I hated West.
My court-martial will take five minutes. It's me or them. I don't got that time.
You gotta make up your mind, man.
Ray. Untie me.
Come on, Ray.
What the hell are you doing? Hey, wake up!
-Hey, hey. This place is gonna go! -Shut the fuck up, Pike!
-You were gonna cut him loose! -Why?
-Because I didn't do it, Nunez! -We all know what you did, Pike.
Yeah, where's your shirt, Mueller? Ask him where his shirt is!
My shirt? I tossed it. I was soaking wet.
That's a convenient excuse for the murderer. He tossed his bloody shirt.
-I was freezing from the hurricane! -So you took your shirt off?
I wasn't wearing a poncho, goddamn it! Hey, what about him?
Maybe you brought an extra shirt.
-We have to go. -We're not going anywhere.
Sergeant Mueller, you are under military arrest for the murder of Sergeant West.
-You have no authority-- -lt doesn't matter...
...because you will be charged with murder!
-Shut up, Pike. -You will be court-martialed....
-What are you doing? -I said, shut up!
-Shut up, you dumb fucking nigger! -You fucking white-trash motherfucker!
I saw you do it!
Jesus!
-Oh, my God. -He wouldn't shut the fuck up!
So you killed him?
Put the gun away!
-You too? -I'm sorry, Ray.
Okay. Pike got free. He got a weapon and he came after us. That's our story.
-West was one thing, but this is-- -Shut up! Shut up, Mueller!
We have two dead bodies and a story that explains them.
That's what we're gonna say.
-You're either with us or against us. -Castro, put it down!
Which is it?
Castro!
Goddamn it, now we're gonna have to shoot them both.
Can I get some more coffee?
Can I get another cup of coffee?
Yeah. Sure. Yeah.
Okay. So the plan was kill West, blame it on Pike.
Right. And for that to work, okay, you need a witness.
-Dunbar. -Exactly.
So it's a good plan, but it goes wrong.
Mueller flips out and shoots their fall guy...
...so they have to bring Dunbar and Kendall into their cover story.
Right. And Kendall might've agreed if the hurricane hadn't butt-fucked the bunker.
"Butt-fucked the bunker"?
Well, I just-- Well, you know.
Happy endings. What do you think?
I think we're gonna need proof.
Ray, you're gonna have to put what you said in writing.
And, Ray? Ray? For you to have any chance of coming out of this...
...we need to corroborate your testimony. Otherwise, this is just another story.
Pike said the supplier was somebody over at the hospital.
Guy named Vilmer.
Oh, my God. I haven't had one of these since college.
-How long you and Pete been together? -On and off for two years.
Serious?
Semi.
For you or for him?
You don't get to interrogate me, Hardy.
Know about the drugs?
-Sorry, I gotta ask. Did you? -No!
Gotta put him in a room, you know.
Try and stop me.
I need that consult report on the chart. On the chart, okay?
Yes, sir.
Pike said the supplier was someone over at the hospital. Guy named Vilmer.
Well, shit, if it's on tape, it's gotta be true.
Piece of advice? Charming's not the tack to take with us right now.
I want a lawyer.
No.
Excuse me?
No, you can't have a lawyer.
Fuck you, Julie-bird.
Uniform Code of Military Justice says I get a lawyer.
I don't have to say shit to you.
How about them Yankees?
Now, Peter, what I just did is illegal. It'll kill my career in the Army.
And that will end any chance of going to law school...
...so I don't have anything to lose.
Now, do you really want to go round two?
Jesus Christ. What the fuck!
I called them "combat cocktails." Okay?
I got them hooked, I had them push, once they were in, they couldn't get out.
It was a perfect goddamn crime.
How'd you get around the drug testing?
Who do you think administered the tests?
I swapped their dirty piss for someone else's clean.
They could use all they wanted and never pop positive.
-Who else was involved? -You broke my goddamn nose!
Who else was involved?
Mueller and that kid who took a bullet.
What, you didn't know that?
How'd you recruit them?
You know how it is in Panama, Tommy. It's easy to spot the bad eggs.
First week I snuck a couple of them off base. Bought them some drinks...
...tried to find out which one of them was interested.
After that it was smooth. I handled the cooking supplies...
...they handled distribution. That's it. Broke my fucking nose.
When did West find out?
I didn't know he knew. I just supply.
I don't know shit about what happened last night.
That's real noble. Thanks for clarifying.
How long have you been doing this?
Gee, I wasn't looking at my watch.
-Were you doing this while we were--? -While we were fucking? Yeah.
Right under your nose.
-Riggs? -Yes, ma'am.
Read this gentleman his rights and...
...see to it that he gets medical attention and stick him in a cell.
Yes, ma'am.
Nice seeing you again, Pete.
Why would he risk 20 years in prison just to sell a few painkillers?
Doesn't add up.
Kendall's the key.
Ma'am, colonel's looking for you and Mr. Hardy.
Tell him we'll be right up.
Now, look. How far do you want to go with this?
I think we should go see Bill, hand over Vilmer...
...give him Dunbar's confession and forget about Kendall.
So Vilmer admitted to supplying the drugs?
Yes.
-Christ. -Now, look, Bill...
...you know, you got Vilmer's confession, Dunbar's confession...
...that is more than enough to clear you with ClD.
Great. Good. Good job, both of you. Thanks.
Thank you. All right. Then we'll get out of here.
There is one more thing, sir.
Vilmer says Kendall was involved in the drug scam.
Captain, I don't wanna hear this.
Well, actually, Kendall did try to burn Dunbar with us, so...
...that usually means someone's involved.
Captain Osborne, you are not to go near Lieutenant Kendall.
That's an order. Understood?
Pike never admitted shooting West.
You tried to pin three stone murders on Dunbar.
Why don't you ask him about the murders...
...he's covered up for his drug dealer?
Did it ever weigh on your conscience or did you just--?
Or do you just not think about it?
Running out of time! Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock.
Mueller shot Pike point-blank in cold blood.
I don't remember that at all.
Don't get me wrong. Mueller was perfectly capable of murder.
He was the type of guy that you felt uncomfortable going to sleep around.
Why did you pin three murders on Dunbar? The man saved your life.
Oh, so I should cover up for his misdeeds?
-What? I was just telling you the truth. -Not according to Pete Vilmer.
Vilmer. Vilmer.
Vilmer, Vilmer, Vilmer.
Vilmer. Is that what you think you have on me?
It's his drug-peddling word against mine. You have to do better than that.
You guys are on drugs.
-They got their story straight. -What do you mean?
What Kendall's saying about "the type of guy you feel uncomfortable...
...sleeping next to"? That's what Dunbar said about Mueller.
Hardy, they planned this.
Not bad for hostile and uncooperative.
-You're running out of time now! -You and Dunbar got your story straight.
You two just kept bouncing us back and forth, trying to...
...figure out the differences, killing time till transport can whisk you away.
You're accessory to murder, you understand that?
You're going to jail. Right, Hardy?
-lf he's lucky. -You know what? You're full of shit.
You are fucking full of shit.
What, you scared, Levi? Is that why you're laughing?
You think we got nothing on you? That doesn't matter, Levi.
No, it doesn't. Know why? We'll find one of those bodies...
...and I'm gonna make sure it has a bullet in it that matches your weapon.
I'm just gonna get your pistol, take it to the morgue...
...shoot it into one of their skulls.
What's going on? What's happening? Kendall?
Nurse!
Get in here, get in here!
What happened? Suction! Give me suction!
-Get that tube in there! -Hold him!
Captain Osborne?
Sir.
You're relieved of your duties until further notice.
-Yes, sir. -You'll be lucky if I don't put you in...
...for a court-martial.
-He was dirty, Bill. -He's dead, Tom!
And don't think you're not on my shit-list too.
We found the bunker. It was demolished, like they said. No bodies.
Come on, a hurricane like that could've blown them three counties away.
What happens to Dunbar now?
In 1 0 minutes he gets on a plane, which means you're done.
You'll understand if I don't walk you out.
-Strange kid. -What?
Kendall.
Even while he was dying he was making jokes about infinity.
What?
Dunbar wrote this when he asked for a Ranger.
There's an 8 on it.
I don't know.
Okay.
I'll find out by myself.
Stop.
Okay.
Any spooks involved here? ClA? FBl?
Not exactly.
-What's that mean? -There was a group of guys down here....
There was a group of guys down here who were way out on the hairy edge.
They did covert stuff and they--
They what?
They went rogue. They went renegade.
Dropped off the face of the earth, disappeared into drug land...
...and with their special skills cut one hell of a swath through the competition.
West trained some of these guys.
And he hated them for what they did, and they hated him.
-That could be what this is about. -Who knows about this?
How do I know? They're ghosts, right? They're dead.
This could all be a story. None of this could be true.
But the note that that kid wrote...
...had an 8 on it.
And that's what this outfit called themselves.
Section 8.
Section 8? You mean, like, they're crazy?
-How could you keep that from me? -Classified.
You son of a bitch! Mister, I've had it with you!
Okay, so are you happy?
Is that a no?
Ma'am. Need your signature for this guy's transport.
Sure thing.
What the hell happened to you two?
None of your business. Kendall's dead and you're going to jail.
ClD's here to take you to Washington.
Guess I'm on the same transport as Pike. Hey, Julie-bird, you bitch...
...why don't you go on and get me something to eat? I'm starving.
-What did you say? -I didn't mean to call her a bitch.
No, no, no, before. What did you say?
What, that me and Pike were on a transport plane going to D.C. together?
You mean Dunbar.
No, Pike.
The one that they just hauled out of here.
The guy that they brought in with Kendall on the chopper.
That was Dunbar.
No. That's not right.
What do you mean? Why not?
Tom...
...Ray Dunbar is black.
Son of a bitch did the whole thing!
Files don't show race. All he had to do is switch dog tags.
-Where's this transport going from? -Hangar Four.
Move it. Come on, go! Go! Go! Go!
-Sir! -We got company, sir.
-I need to talk to your prisoner right now! -What, captain?
-I need to take him back for questioning-- -We're not finished with you yet, Pike.
-Wanna bet? -Let go!
Hey! Hardy, what the fuck are you doing?
Gun!
-Sir! We have tried to-- -Come on down, Pike, come on down!
You wanna talk baseball now? I don't think so!
You don't have any bodies yet! What are you gonna do?
-You're not gonna shoot me! -You see what happens when you lie?
What do you got?! You got nothing on me! You got--
Hardy, what are you doing, man? Stop that!
-Let him go! -Stand down!
Tom, what the fuck are you doing?! Stand down, goddamn it!
Shut up!
Well, well, well. What have we got here?
I told you he knows.
Now, wait. Knows what?
About the other operation.
What other operation?
The coke.
They were sending pounds of it back to the States, using military supply lines.
Vilmer would hide it in crates of files. Hell, he'd ship it in a corpse if he had to.
West figured it out about a week ago. He was gonna go to the colonel.
Kendall and Mueller must've decided to take him out of the equation.
You have got to be the dumbest bunch of sons of bitches on God's green earth.
You think you can ship that shit right under my nose?
Mueller, what are you doing?!
Get his weapon.
Castro, wait!
Castro!
-Put it down. -Fuck you, let him go!
This ain't some drive-by! You think you can kill a man face to face?
-Put it down, Pike! -He'll fucking shoot you!
I am your objective, right? You fire, I fire. You're down to four. Well, three.
You can't trust him. Maybe I'll take one or two more of you before you take me.
The odds are in your favor that at least two of you walk out of here alive.
Conversely, there's absolutely no way l should be able to walk out of this bunker.
This is bullshit! I'll do it!
So pretty.
So dead.
Kendall, what are you doing? Kendall!
What, you don't believe me?
Medical crate 8469846 in Shipping D awaiting transfer.
See for yourself.
Vilmer and whoever his partner was must have been making millions.
Where did the coke come from?
Fuck if I know. I mean, this is Panama.
Throw a rock in any direction, you'll hit three cartels.
About an hour later, Kendall and I found Dunbar.
Put it down! Put it down, son.
-I just wanna go! -Understandable. Now, put it down.
-Look, I never meant to hurt anybody! -Let's keep it that way!
You surrender, I take you in.
I know it sounds like a shitty deal, but you get to live.
I'll go my way, and you go yours, okay?
Not gonna happen! You either surrender or we die where we stand.
-So, what's it gonna be? -Sarge!
I knew if sarge died they'd blame me. That's why I took Dunbar's dog tags.
Oh, God! Oh! Oh, God!
Mueller didn't die after all. Came after us with a vengeance.
You know the rest.
How'd you get Kendall to go along with switching Dunbar's dog tags?
I gave him a choice. Either go along or I drop a dime on his drug scam.
How about the bodies?
That hurricane almost lifted me off the ground.
But they're out there.
It's there, just like you said.
So you'll testify to all of this?
I don't think you're gonna get any deals.
I don't want any deals.
I'll take him now, if you don't mind.
We should've died out there with the others.
Did you get what you wanted?
Not even close.
Just that one thing that I wanted to ask you about.
-Say when. -Yeah, this is Hardy.
Oh, really?
Okay. Thank you.
The kid said that West waited till the end of the week to tell the colonel.
Now, why would he wait until the end of the week to tell you?
I mean, that doesn't sound like the West that we knew.
You think the kid was lying?
No. I don't.
-I think you are. -What?
I do. I think you're lying. I do.
I think that....
-I think that West came to you-- -And?
And you told Mueller and Kendall to kill him.
Then what did I do, go and poison Kendall?
-Well, who said he was poisoned? -What?
I just found out. The hospital found out three minutes ago.
-I was on the phone with the pathologist. -Golly, Tom, the kid was puking blood...
...all over the hospital.
You know, gunshot and childbirth just didn't seem to fit...
...so I took a wild-ass fucking guess.
Was that really the pathologist?
No, that was my message service.
Even if it was, does that prove anything?
You keep forgetting...
...I don't have to.
-What? -I don't have to prove anything...
-...because it's not my job. -I mean, golly, Tom....
I just have to get you to the real guys.
One-third.
Come on, Tom.
You've never met a bribe you didn't like.
Oh, I see. I see.
You called me so in case I stumbled upon something...
...you'd just buy me off.
Crossed my mind.
Like I said, they were never gonna make me a general anyway.
This is about quality of life.
Tom, you've had a hell of a run of bad luck. Bounced out of the Army...
...hanging by a thread at the DEA. You're gonna wind up a fucking process server.
If you lose enough times, what you are is a loser.
Why don't you cut yourself a break, for chrissake? Forty percent.
Once I'm up and running again.
Up and running again?
This is just a hiccup.
I can get another three, four months before they close the place down.
I'll have to think about that.
And then I saw the gun and then he drew it...
...so I had no choice but to fire.
How many rounds did you fire, captain?
-Two. Three, maybe. -Okay.
All right, ma'am. Thank you.
Thanks.
Now what?
I'm gonna go home and get drunk and try to forget all of this.
Well, in that case...
...there you go.
Your phone number?
Yeah, I thought maybe later I'd slip by and we'd do the old--
It's just in case you need me to testify about the shooting.
But you don't worry, they'll clear you on that.
He was your friend.
Yeah, but he was a lot of other things too.
Besides, my friends don't betray their country.
Tuesday?
Tuesday, pick me up at 7?
Tuesday at 7. You're one of the good ones, Osborne.
I don't want you to worry about what happened.
All we gotta do is tell the story right.
And we can be the men that took down our sergeant's killers.
All we gotta do is tell the story....
-T ell the story right. -T ell the story right.
--friends in low places.
--the murders he's covered up for his drug dealer?
--wasn't even his real name.
Pike wasn't even his real--
They're dead, right? They're ghosts.
West trained some of these guys. And they hated him.
I wanted him dead-- I wanted him dead--
I am your objective, right?
Osborne?
If you don't like the music, just say so.
Don't move. Put your hands on the table. Now.
Who are they?
They are my colleagues. And they're discussing breakfast recipes.
-You knew about the coke. -Yes, I did.
You knew about Vilmer.
You knew about Styles.
In fact, they work for you, because you're Section 8.
You planned all this. And you killed West.
Give me one good reason why I should not fucking blow your head off right now.
Tom?
Why did this young woman have a weapon pointed at your head?
This is Captain Osborne, and she has had a long day.
Oh, I'll bet it was something you said.
She thinks I killed you.
He didn't.
I thought you hated each other.
I'm not particularly fond of him, and he is sort of a jerk, but what can you do?
-Will you cut me some slack? -Slack?
Did he say "slack"?
Captain. Sit, it's safe. You wanna talk about slack?
You take a simple find-out- who's-working-for-who operation...
...next thing I know, there's corpses flopping around like it's raining fish.
-Yeah, but I rescued your ass. -Rescued my--?
-Did my ass need rescuing? -Don't put me in this.
You stumble upon a drug operation...
...in the middle of 1 0,000 heavily armed men...
...and you didn't have to be pulled out?
See now, that's different. I was going to retire early anyway.
So you found out about the coke and you told Styles?
Yeah, who did nothing.
Except order Kendall and Mueller to kill you.
And you figured that they were gonna do it in the jungle.
That's why I called this genius.
Breakfast is ready! Do you remember the triplets? Raul's daughters?
-This is hotter. -This might eat me!
Captain.
Dunbar. Or is it Pike?
-Oh, actually it's neither, ma'am. -Right.
-So you're not Nunez. -No, ma'am. I'm afraid I'm not.
Right. Because none of y'all exist. You're all dead.
Well, you could refer to it as bureaucratic absence of presence.
I mean, we're here. But we're not here.
Now, he would be dead in the ground if you hadn't saved his ass. I mean dead.
You are on it today!
What are you laughing at?
The idea that you just transferred into his unit.
Negative. I just transferred to Arlington Cemetery.
You keep talking shit and you're liable to make roll call.
-So you're all Section 8? -I told you she was smart.
No, you said she was.... What did he say she was?
-Hot. -Hot.
Yes, ma'am. We're officially Section 8.
And what about the story about you guys being all...
-...renegade drug dealers and stuff? -More like ragamuffins.
That's been our unit's cover story since the beginning, ma'am.
And it's a story that scares the frijoles out of the Colombians.
Okay, so now that I know all this, what happens?
I get a needle in my arm and wake up tomorrow morning with no memory?
Isn't that what you guys do?
We actually thought you handled yourself quite well in this situation.
We were gonna offer you a job.
Did she tell you the story about the carnival last night?
-Oh, don't start. -Shit.
-What do you want to know? -Miss Festival Party Lady.
What do you wanna know?
Don't act like you weren't all over this man.
Yeah, tell him the truth.
So, what are you gonna do?
I think I need a beer.
Here you go, colonel.
Colonel?