Let's go! Move, move, move!
Move, move! Get back!
Good boy.
Uh, we're good.
Right here.
It's okay, it's okay. Right here.
Arms up. Arms up. That's it.
Arms-- Arms up. Arms up. Up. Arms.
Arms.
Arms!
Mmm.
Yella.
Hoo!
?/i>
All the way from Camp Carolina,
it's the first episode of Drug Poker, baby.
I got an idea. Why don't you turn off the fucking camera?
Do you guys know how big high-stakes poker is on TV? So what?
When I sell my show and you guys become stars, you can all thank me then.
How about that? Okay, yeah, we'll do that.
Why don't you play the game right now? I'm playing.
You can't afford us.
There's no way.
Sally? Come on, shithead. Are you in or out?
All right, all right, all right. Don't fuck around.
I...am...
Wow. I'm out. You are so out.
Out again. What do you know?
I was out. Show me them. Show me them.
I got two cards. And she's doing the Pledge of Allegiance, I think.
What you got there, Reno?
What's you say?
"She's doing The Pledge of Allegiance!"
Reno's doing-- doing all right. All right.
Mr. Blix? Um, she's my favorite.
I like her. Oh, that is a solid choice.
She looks like a nice girl. Not bad for Mrs. Blix.
Mr. Mactastic? Um, is it wrong to fall in love with the king of clubs?
If you don't ask and you don't tell.
There you go.
All right, out of the cards.
All right. What's happening right now?
Blix, what do you need? Blix needs, uh...
Blix needs three, although it's very hard to say good-bye to the 8 of clubs.
Oh, yes, I'm sure it is. No, check her out.
Freakie boy.
One.
Are the cards thirsty or something? I want four.
Ooh. I'm thirsty.
What?
Did you just say you need four? Yeah. What's the big fucking deal?
No, it's just-- it's perfect Rush strategy.
Do you even have an ace, dude?
I have an ace, and I boned her.
We gotta go back to that house.
What are you talking about? What house?
That house we raided last week.
I didn't see any orders about that.
Dude, we're going to Farah's.
Farah's house. That's right.
What are you guys talking about? That's not... We just...
There's nothing in that house.
How can you say that that tasty skank is nothing?
Come on, dude. We're gonna take some initiative and go to that house.
She's a spoil of war. That's right.
Oh, I forgot. That's exactly right.
Okay, you guys are fucking crazy.
Come on. They're drunk. Dude, we're all drunk.
Turn that fucking thing off.
No, keep that fucking thing on.
Fuck off! This is off the record, so turn the fucking camera off!
Back off. All right, all right. Keep it on!
Fuck off! Guys, relax.
Let's just play the game. You guys are really drunk, as I was saying before.
So I actually think maybe... I'm seeing things clearer than you.
No, you're not seeing anything clearer, Flake.
Flake, you haven't seen anything clear in, like, four months.
Stop it! Who doesn't see clear?
How the fuck am I supposed to see clearly?
I mean, what are we doing here?
"What are we doing here?" Yeah, what the fuck are we doing here?
You know what we're doing here.
We're helping the new Iraqi government survive.
Knuckleheads.
And what the fuck do you think
is so important about that?
I think there's a lot important about that.
Enlighten me. We're, you know-- We're--
What? We're just doing our job.
We're not-- We're not supposed to think about it.
We're supposed to follow orders. We're soldiers. Amen.
Yeah. Welcome to the fucking Army.
But these people don't want us here.
Yes, they do. No, they don't. They want us dead and gone.
And when those fucking beltway clerks finally find that out, we're gonna be both.
So, in the meantime, Rush and me
and...Gabriel... I have to say shut the fuck up.
Get away from me, because I'm not doing...
You're such a pussy! I'm not a pussy because I don't wanna break through the door...
Oh, no, the door's already broken down.
The door's already broken down. The father's locked up.
What's the problem? Nothing to worry about. Let's do it.
Sounds like the perfect cap on the evening. I agree.
Yeah, perfect cap on the evening. I'm gonna go wake up Sarge.
I'm gonna ask him what the SOP is on a gang rape. You're not gonna say shit!
Don't wake up Sarge for this. I'm not gonna say shit?
No, you're not gonna say shit. You know why Sarge is finding out shit?
Why? Because nothing's gonna happen,
because you guys couldn't even get outside the wire if you wanted to.
Get your fucking hands off me! Hey! Hey! Cut it out. Cut it out.
That's bullshit! Sit down, sit down.
If you can find your chair. Got it.
All right. Can we play the fucking game?
Jesus Christ, Gabe! What do you think, Sally?
I-- I think I'm gonna be going for this little-- this little jaunt.
Yeah, you are, baby!
Sally's got a set of balls.
What about you, McCoy? Are you serious?
Come on, dude. Come with. Get your fucking hand off me.
No, fuck him. Pussy boy doesn't want to go.
Dude, let me tell you something.
First of all, y'all are drunk. Thank you.
Probably high doing all sorts of fucking drugs
or whatever the hell you're doing.
You're fucked-up. But?
If I go, it's to make sure you don't get your asses killed. That's right. When we go.
We are not gonna get killed!
"Hello, honey.
"I don't have much time, but I have to send you this.
"First, I want you to know that I love you very much.
"I miss you more every day
"and can't wait to touch your beautiful face.
"I was looking at the pictures
"you just sent me of you and the boys.
"I'm wishing to God I was there instead of here.
"The guys have been drinking all day,
"and it looks like they're going out looking for trouble.
"I can't stop them,
"but I'm going to make sure
"they don't get themselves hurt.
"You just can't go outside and blow off steam here.
"It's too dangerous.
"Anyway, I love you.
Lawyer."
I knew he was doing raids outside the wire,
but he hadn't done too many in a while,
and I-I'd built up a sense of security
in knowing this.
I live for his phone calls and his chats online, you know?
They help me not to worry so much.
But today is--
...is different.
Oh, my--
Um, I'm scared. I'm--
I'm scared to death for him.
I rigged a mini-cam to my helmet
so I can record tonight's follies
without the guys knowing about it.
I don't want 'em getting camera-shy.
So what are you gonna do?
I don't know, man. I'm gonna--
...go with them and try to talk some sense into them.
Dude, they're going to get about 20 feet outside there,
they'll get scared of the dark,
and come right back here. And what about Sally?
Sa-- Man, you know, Sally-- What's he doing?
He's gonna go out there, come running back to base camp,
turn on his camcorder and give a firsthand account of what he saw.
It's sick. It's fuckin' sick.
It's a pretty juicy story, though, isn't it?
"Our band of brothers losing their moral compass
and trying to wreak vengeance on a 15-year-old girl.
It's unbelievable. Yeah.
Ride the cable news chain all the way up to 60 fucking Minutes.
Hey. Hey, Rush. What's up, man?
What the fuck are you two doing?
Just talking, you know. Smoking.
Oh. Thought you quit.
Uh, no. No, I-- I never quit.
Oh, shit!
Temper, temper!
Hot damn. The fuckin' pussy's on the rag again.
Jesus Christ!
Hey, man. Where's your gear? Rush, dude. Come on.
Let's think about this. I mean seriously.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Fuck that, dude. Fuck that.
Shut up, man. I'm all thunk out, okay?
My fuck stick needs some pussy. Like right now.
Okay? Whackin' off in a sock just ain't cuttin' it no more, man.
This fucking baby is hurtin'!
It's like all red, and sore, and chapped and shit, man.
And there is nothing like some sweet hajji ass
that is going to get this plumbing right back into alignment.
You can't be fucking serious. I am dead serious, dude.
So get your fuckin' gear on, and let's go!
Go on! Get your fuckin' shit on! McCord--
McCord, this is fuckin'-- And you! You, you!
Get your fuckin' hands off me! Shut the fuck up!
Shut up! Just shut up!
You listen to me like you never listened before in your life.
If I hear you breathing one word
about anything that goes on here tonight,
so help me God, I will cut your fucking tongue out.
And I'll feed it to that fucking dog of yours.
You get me?
Do you get me, Blix?
Yeah. Good boy.
Now why don't you get the fuck out of here?
Go read some Shakespeare.
I'm talking about the girl, man. The girl?
I'm talking about fucking with a 15-year-old girl.
What the fuck is wrong with you? You're all discombobulated.
You got to lay off that hajji juice,
'cause that is some sneaky shit.
I don't touch that fucking shit, you know that.
Really? What the fuck are you doing up here?
You're supposed to be at the rear. Excuse me?
You giving me an order, Private Flake?
That's right, Corporal. Get to the fuckin' rear!
Fuck off me!
Fuck you! Fuck off, bitch.
McCoy! McCoy, you're not going to go in?
Fuck it! McCoy, come on!
What's your excuse, Sally? Huh? Excuse for what?
Excuse for wanting to take a part of this, huh?
McCoy, I'm a fly on the wall. I got to get a record of what's happening.
That's right, you're the fly on the fuckin' wall. Yes!
Actually, Sally, I think you're a fuckin' jackal!
Ripping meat off a fucking carcass!
That's what you are. Can I quote you on that one?
Sure, Sally, quote away.
You know what? I got another quote for you. You ready? What? What?
Take a look around you at all your greedy, media buddies-- You dick.
...who sold their soul for a talk show and a book deal!
'Cause that's what you are! This is my free pass into film school, right now.
Really? Well done, Sally.
Take it all down, cry for cry,
and scream for scream-- go ahead!
Thanks for your permission, there, dick.
Oh, look out there, Mac.
I don't want you tripping over your goddamn soapbox.
Fuck it.
Fuck you!
Flake! Flake.
Flake, enough's enough, man.
Enough's enough. You've had your fun.
Let's get out of here. We're just gettin' started.
We just got here. What the fuck's your problem, McCoy?
You shouldn't be here, Flake, and you know it.
We're just here, man. We're here,
and we are gonna fuckin' find these--
weapons-- we're searching for evidence--
We're looking for weapons of mass destruction!
Weapons of mass destruction. That's right.
I don't give a shit what anybody says.
They're here, and we're going to find them.
Flake, there is nothing here, and you know it!
What are you fucking-- We ripped this place apart last week.
There's nothing here! They're just like weeds, McCoy.
You rip 'em up, they're all back the next day, aren't they?
She's a 15-year-old girl, man. She's a 15-year-old girl.
We're going to accomplish this mission. Please don't do this.
We are going to conquer that. It's inhuman to rape.
She's a fine cunt, just like everybody else in this fucking country.
I'm not doin' it, man. You fuckin' candy ass!
Well, you're not doin' it! Shut the fuck up.
Are you not supporting the troops?
What? Are you not supporting the troops?
No.
Oops. Did I just blow your fuckin' head off?
Don't. Where are your balls, McCoy?
Man, I thought you had a pair. What are they, at home?
Inside your wife's sandy hajj pussy?
God!
Fuck you!
Thought you had a pair.
How about you, Rush? Where are your balls?
They're almost in her ass, sir.
Almost in her ass. What about you, Sally?
Get it up! "I can't hear you, sir."
They're right here. I can't hear you. I can't hear you!
They're right here! Where are your balls?
They're right here! Good!
All right.
All right, motherfucker. Hitch a ride outside.
Take the faggot watch. Yeah, take the faggot watch, you pussy!
Bunch of fuckin' assholes. Fuck you.
What do you think of that, huh?
Ooh, did you like that?
Did you miss me, huh?
Oh, it's go time for you. You ready?
Huh? Whoa, whoa, whoa!
So, you ready? Here you go, here you go.
Come here, Salazar. Come here. Take her fucking hand.
Take her fucking hand! Rush. Rush.
Rush, hold on!
Wait. Wait for Flake. Hold on, Rush. Wait for Flake.
This is his idea. He gets the cherry. Come on, wait up.
What? You got a problem with sloppy seconds?
Holy shit!
He tried to use this on me.
Motherfuck.
Those motherfuckers! What the fuck do you think I did?
I fuckin' killed them all. I killed them all.
Every fuckin' one of them.
They're fuckin' all gone, baby.
They're all fuckin' gone.
All right. Sally, come on over here, baby.
It's showtime. Take the fuckin' hand. Here we go.
Oh. You ready? You ready for the ride of your life, bitch?
Shut the fuck up! Don't you fuckin' make a sound!
Give it to her!
Aah!
God! What happened?
What happened in there? Talk to me!
Tell them-- No! Fuck! What are you talking about?
McCoy!
What's up, Rush?
What are you doing? What am I doing?
What are you telling Blix? Nothing.
Just shooting the breeze, man.
Just shooting the breeze, huh?
Get the fuck off him, Rush. Back off!
Back off, Blix! I'll cut you like a pig!
Sit down. Okay, okay.
Get the fuck off me! If you fuckin' move, I'll snap it.
It'll be real quick. Piece of shit.
I want you to listen to me real careful, Mac.
Listen to what?
Have you ever been to Vegas?
What? Are you fucking deaf, McCoy?
Am I speaking too softly for you? No, I hear you.
All right. So you're tuned in on my frequency, right?
Yes. Good. Now let me ask you again.
Have you ever been to Vegas?
Yes, I've been to fucking Vegas.
Good. Now what do they say?
Uh-- What do they say about what happens there?
It stays there. I'm sorry. What was that?
It stays there.
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
That's right. That's right, Big Mac.
Now I want you to think about our little trip tonight,
like it was a trip to Vegas. Okay.
You read me, soldier? Yes, I read you.
Do you fuckin' read me? Yes, I hear you!
Sometimes, man--
I swear to God.
For a college boy, you can be real fucking stupid.
Where's Flake, Rush?
What the fuck do you care, hairball?
Huh?
For your information, our boy Flake is inside right now.
Sleeping like a little baby.
You know what that's like, right, Blix?
Right after you've been sucked and fucked?
Hey, Mac, man. Where were you?
What do you mean, where was I?
I mean, what the fuck happened to you?
I went outside. I was on watch.
Flake stuck a gun in my face. You remember that?
That's right, that's right. You were on watch.
Did you see anything?
Ah. No, I didn't see anything.
Well, that's good. That's good, because you were on watch, right?
Yeah, I was on watch, so--
I mean, it was kind of dark out there, too.
Yeah, it was pitch dark, actually.
Yeah.
What about the fire? Did you see the fire?
Fire? It was a big fuckin' fire.
You didn't see that? No, I didn't see it.
I had my back to the house,
just looking around, so I guess I must have
missed the fire.
That's good. That's good, man.
And what about the insurgents?
Insurgents? Yeah, man.
We had to hightail it out of there.
They were like, all over the place.
And really pissed.
Mm.
That must have been one of those Sunni-Shiite things.
Right. You know, I mean--
We don't want to get caught in a civil war crossfire.
So the, uh, insurgents set the fire.
Yeah, it must have been.
Because you know,
when they're not trying to kill us,
Yeah, they're torchi'' each other.
And when did you start having these dreams?
A couple nights. I couldn't sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
Can you remember anything? Anything that happened
that could have triggered them?
Yeah, after Sweet died?
And I was shooting it when it happened.
He got blown apart. I got it all on tape.
His arm landed right in front of me.
Have you looked at the video?
Couple of times, but then I stop,
but it kept going, going over and over again in my head.
That's when I began hating everyone.
Every hajji out there.
I couldn't stand the sight of them, and I got angry all the time.
And then I couldn't sleep, and every time I did,
I'd have the same dream of her body burning.
Her body?
No. No. No, his body.
Sweet's body.
It gets mixed up in my head.
And you videoed it.
Yeah. It's part of my diary of my experiences here.
I'm going to use it to get into film school.
Is this part of your experience?
What, talking to you? Yeah.
Talking to me.
I can't do it anymore.
Everything you shouldn't see,
just because you're watching it doesn't mean you're not a part of it.
That's what everyone does, you know? They just watch, and they do nothing.
Or they make a video for people to watch,
and they do nothing!
Got to tell someone.
It's driving me crazy.
Dad, if something happened,
something really, really horrible,
and you knew who was responsible,
isn't it your duty to say something?
What did you do?
I didn't do anything. I didn't do a damn thing.
A couple of my buddies--
Members of your squad? Yes, sir.
I hope you realize how serious this situation could be.
Yes, I do realize.
We don't need another Abu Ghraib.
I understand that, sir, but--
I mean, if your brothers screwed up,
that behavior reflects on the whole Corps.
There was a crime, sir. I think charges should be brought.
Son, listen to me.
Do you know the first thing to come into question
in a court martial in a thing like this
will be your sanity. My sanity?
That's right! Your sanity, for bringing charges like this.
I don't care.
Here I am, Mama, in beautiful, downtown Samarra,
getting you a homecoming present.
I've been shooting some unbelievable stuff.
I can't show it to anybody, because I'd get in a lot of trouble here.
But when I get back, everyone's going to see this.
The truth about what's going down here.
24 times a second, 24/7--
Get off! Rush! Rush!
Fuck. Sally, where the fuck did you go?
Mount up!
The body being loaded into this military ambulance
is believed to be that of the U.S. soldier missing since last Friday.
That's according to Iraq Defense Ministry Secretary, Abdul Aziz.
This Bedouin encampment where the body was discovered
just moments ago is outside the Samarra base camp
where the soldier was kidnapped.
The Pentagon has not yet issued a statement
on the identity of the body,
but senior sources tell us it could be the body of Angel Salazar,
who went missing last Friday.
Iraqi Defense Ministry spokesmen have said
the details are very disturbing.
There are signs of torture and decapitation.
Allahu Akbhar! Allahu Akbhar! Allahu Akbhar!
Private Flake,
what kind of a soldier
was your fallen friend,
Angel Salazar?
And take your time.
What the fuck?
What do you think I was doing? I was taking my time.
Jesus Christ, Snowflake.
Don't get a fuckin' hard-on, man, all right?
I'm trying to make this official and everything.
All right? All right.
Uh, Private, how-how would you
summarize your buddy?
I mean, you know, if you take all of
his...his parts,
and you like stack them, one on top of one another,
right, what would-- What would--
What would be the one word that would--
...be the sum of those parts? Generous?
Generous. He was a generous spic.
That's a very good word.
And how was he generous?
He was a... dedicated reporter.
He used that camera. This camera right here?
To record his-- our-- war stories.
Stories that will last on into history.
Long after you and me are gone.
He was like our very own Private...Ryan.
Hey-up!
Semper fi, brother.
Semper fuckin' fi, fuck Marines.
Okay.
What would be, Private,
your last memory
of our brother Salazar?
I--
...just can't talk about it.
I understand. This is hard.
But I can talk about my brother.
And the life lessons that he taught me.
Well, lay it on me.
My brother, Vegas Flake.
Really, you have a brother named Vegas? Yep.
I have a brother named Vegas. Reno and Vegas.
Daddy was a gambler,
and he named his two favorite sons
after his two favorite places.
Hmm. Called us his wild cards.
That's nice. Yeah, I thought so.
I do, too. Vegas was a Teamster.
Mm-hmm. And the head of his local,
Mike Dancer, he's a troublemaker.
He'd run for president of the U.T.,
and lost, now the bitter prick Dancer's contesting the election.
Got ahold of some ballot boxes
that my brother Vegas had rigged,
and he's blowing his whistle to federal prosecutors.
Nothing but a fucking rat. Word comes down.
He's got to go.
So, what happened?
A fucking embarrassment.
A bunch of clowns who need a road map to find their own assholes
drive out to his house one night.
Knock on the door.
And are they, like, locked and loaded?
Yeah! Yeah, they are locked and loaded.
So? So.
Dancer opens the door.
He's there, big as life in his shorts and T-shirt,
holding his fucking newspaper?
And what do you think our Wild Bunch did?
They just blasted the shit out of him, right?
Wrong. They asked him for a job.
A job. Yeah, that's right.
A job. They're too chickenshit to shoot him.
He's the head of a local.
Since they're not getting paid for not killing him--
and what the fuck are they doing on his doorstep anyway--
they ask him for a job.
They really asked him for a job?
Yeah, he says to 'em, too. He's like,
"Come by the office in the morning. I'll see what I can do for you."
They get in the car, drive to the nearest bar.
Fucking embarrassment.
Right, I don't get it.
Listen on, my man.
Clyde, the mastermind of this group,
sees my brother--
Vegas.
...playing pool.
Invites him in the back room, says Dancer's going down.
Vegas has got his own beef with Dancer, right?
Contract for 20,000? My brother says he'll do it for ten.
What about the other guys, says Clyde.
What about the other guys, says my brother.
I-I-- I still don't get it, though.
They drive back out to Dancer's.
Opens the door. Oh, shit.
Shorts, T-shirt.
Vegas shoots him in the face.
Steps over the body,
goes upstairs, kills the wife and kids,
in and out, five minutes.
End of story.
Wow. Um--
All right. So, uh,
All right.
Great story.
All right. Private,
what would you say would be the lesson
that we have learned here today?
Uh, the lesson is that, when you're on a mission,
a deadly mission--
Deadly mission.
It's all about having the right mix of guys.
And in that mix, there's got to be the wild card.
Vegas was the wild card.
And so am I.
Mm-hmm. You got that right.
And what has become of the wild card, Vegas?
He's dead.
He died in prison.
Jesus. He got caught?
Took about, what, 24 hours.
Cops come knocking on Clyde's door,
they flip him, go to the bar,
find Vegas--
Only takes one fucking rat to bring the whole house down.
Jesus, dude. What are you looking at me for?
I'm sorry.
You know, my mom always told me it was impolite to stare.
Come on, dude.
I mean, what about the other guys?
What about the other guys?
Well, McCoy didn't see nothing.
And Angel--
Well, kind of lost his head.
I am making this video
to expose a situation that happened to my squad
that I think people should know about.
I'm hiding my identity from the public
because I'm afraid that the F.B.I.,
and the Department of Defense,
and even the Insurgents can trace my I.D.
and find me.
They already got one of my guys,
and I'm not going to take any chances.
But this needs to be said.
For legal reasons, and for my personal safety,
I cannot reveal the time or the place
or the soldiers involved,
but believe me, everything I'm about to tell you,
everything is absolutely true.
When I was stationed in the Middle East,
two men from my squad raped and killed
a 15-year-old girl, killed her little sister,
killed her mother, and killed her grandfather
and no one has done a thing about it.
I'm posting this on the Internet
in hopes that someone from my squad,
anyone, will see it, and will help me, please,
bring this forward, and bring this out into the light.
Did you see the woman being raped?
Yeir. Well, uh, not really.
Rush was holding her down when I went outside.
Well, to do what? To get away.
I didn't think they were actually going to do it.
How did you know her?
Flake put a gun in my face and told me to go on watch.
How did you know her?
She would go in and out of our checkpoint every day.
Rush would take a little extra time with her.
Said he was just being thorough.
And why did you make this assumption
that she was a girl and not a woman?
Because she was younger than that.
She didn't look that old, so I just assumed that she--
Wasn't she an insurgent, resisting arrest?
Uh, no. No.
She was just a girl. She was scared to death.
How do you know she wasn't scared to death
because she was an insurgent resisting arrest?
Because, um,
Flake said that we were going to get this girl
and "have a little fun."
Oh, that's new. When did he say that?
He said it when we were playing poker one night.
I thought he was just kidding around.
Did you see Flake rape her?
No, I told you. I went outside.
So what did you see? I didn't see him ra--
I heard some shots. I heard some screams.
Then what happened? Then I went up the stairs,
and I saw Salazar, and he told me what happened inside.
You didn't actually see him shoot her.
No, but Flake had a gun pointed at her head--
So did Salazar and Rush have guns?
Yes, sir. Rush had a gun. Did you have a gun?
Yes, sir, I did. Couldn't Rush have shot her?
No! I-- Couldn't you have shot her?
I didn't shoot the girl.
But when you saw her, she was still alive.
I told you. I didn't go back inside.
Salazar said-- We're not interested in what Salazar said.
We're interested in what you saw.
Flake shot her in the face!
So you believed she was dead.
Yes! I believed she was dead.
But you didn't see him shoot her.
No, but I didn't know--
And you didn't see him rape her.
No, but that's not the point!
What is the point?
Isn't your testimony that you were outside keeping watch?
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to see it,
and I didn't want to be a part of it.
Why don't you believe me?
This is the scene
of one of the most shocking crimes
alleged to have been carried out
by American soldiers in Iraq.
According to evidence at the hearing,
one July evening, four U.S. soldiers
came to this house here.
According to Lawyer McCoy's statement,
Reno Flake and B.B. Rush
repeatedly raped a 15-year-old girl.
In another room,
the girl's grandfather, mother, and little sister
were shot dead.
This man, Private Reno Flake,
is accused of committing all the murders.
His accomplice, B.B. Rush, was taken--
We were securing the area.
We checked everyone and everything.
And that girl went in and out of our checkpoint
again and again.
So, yeah, I checked her thoroughly.
Every fucking time, because there was something fishy about her.
"Fishy"? What exactly do you mean by fishy, Specialist Rush?
Fishy, fishy, like she was up to something.
And I'll deal you one more card.
It's angel faces like hers
that are going to walk right up to you and give you a great big smile,
and then blow you the fuck apart.
And sure as shit, the next day,
the very next fucking day,
one of my best buddies
got torched on a path that she just walked right over.
Didn't miss a beat.
So don't you dare sit there for one second and think
that she didn't know where that fuckin' IED was planted.
You know, I went back to the house because
I knew they were hiding weapons and shit?
I mean, hell, that old man,
broken back, tried to shoot me with an AK-47.
You know-- Hey--
It really pisses me off, sir,
when I think of everything
we've done for these sand niggers?
Got rid of Saddam, planted democracy,
giving up our lives to keep them safe from their own insurgents,
and I'm not looking for a thank-you, but--
I want them to stop trying to kill us!
Mm-hmm. Did you find these weapons
before or after you raped the girl?
Raped?
I mean--
That hajji bitch was all over me.
What, bombing and shooting them is okay,
but fucking them isn't.
I mean, who-- who says--
Do you say?
Who says their pussies aren't better
than their hearts and minds?
Would you answer the question, Pratt?
This is bullshit.
Just a, you know--
It's a dog and pony show
for the folks back home, right?
I'm just one of those bad apples, huh?
Soldiers like B.B. Rush and I?
We're keeping the Arab scum off your doorstep.
We shouldn't be in here answering this crap.
Let me tell you something, sir.
We should be out, doing our job,
boots on the ground,
finding the bad guys,
putting two in the heart and one in the head,
keeping America safe
and making sure the motherfucker's dead.
You prosecute guys like us.
You're just aiding the terrorists.
A quick death...
is too good for this brainwashed,
racist Nazi fuck.
This stormtrooper needs to be stripped naked
and strung up by his feet.
Then, what's left of the family--
you know, the ones he didn't shoot
or set on fire--
the family of that poor little girl
should be given baseball bats,
white-hot branding irons,
blow torches, dull knives, pliers,
and, of course, rocks,
and be told to go to town!
This is the same monster
immortalized in every fucking movie about Vietnam.
"Let's do the whole fucking village!"
You don't see the My Lai massacre in the movies
because the truths of that fascist orgy
are just too hellish for even liberal Hollywood to cop to.
Oh, but that doesn't stop them
making another movie about 9/11
because an American life is worth so much more
than a Vietnamese, a Palestinian,
a Lebanese, or an Iraqi life
because we are the uber race.
Sieg heil, motherfucker!
Oh. Okay. Okay, that's great.
All right. All right, now--
Hey, McCoy-- Woman!
...I'm not getting your faces.
Come on, I want you to turn toward me.
Come on, come on.
Look in the lens here.
All right, all right, all right.
Hurry up. Take your picture.
ALl right, here we go.
Ready? Come on. Face me. Here we go.
Come on, Judy, look at me.
Here we go. 1, 2--
No, I got to go fix my face.
Your-- What? Your face is fine.
It's just-- I'll fix my lipstick.
It's perfectly fine.
You look great! Judy!
Okay.
How about a war story?
Yeah, how about not?
Oh, yeah. Come on.
There are no war stories.
Tell us a war story.
You don't want to hear a war story.
Sure we do. Tell us what you did out there.
Did you kill anybody?
Come on! Let's hear one.
Do you want to hear a war story?
Absolutely.
Do you really want to hear a war story?
Very much so. Absolutely.
All right. Here's a war story for you.
Uh...
when I first went over there,
to Afghanistan,
I was, uh, I was all amped up to kill for my country.
I was ready to just kick some ass, you know?
Get some licks in for what they did to the Towers.
Just be a big fucking war hero.
Right on! Yeah!
I get over to Iraq,
and man, it's just--
it's just a totally different story.
You grow up really, really fast over there
because everything you see,
everywhere you look is just death,
and it's suffering.
And the killing that I did do,
it made me sick to my stomach
because of these smells and these sounds
and these images.
I have these-- these snapshots in my brain
that are burned in there forever,
and I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do about them.
And what was I doing there?
What was I doing in a country
that's done nothing to me?
Just following orders? Bullshit. Bull shit.
You better have a really good fucking reason
for one of your buddies to die in your arms,
to be blown up right in front of you.
A really good fucking reason.
And I saw some shit there, man. I just--
I just don't know how I'm going to live with.
I went on a raid in Samarra.
And two men from my unit
raped and killed a 15-year-old girl
and burned her body.
And I didn't do anything to stop it.
Oh, no.
No, no.
This is a celebration for a war hero.
Come on, come on. Celebration!
To Lawyer McCoy!
Come on, come on.
And I'm going to get my picture here.
Okay. Okay. Okay, McCoy. Here we go.
Look at the camera. Come on, Judy.
Look at us here. Here we go.
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