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You ever think about dying? |
Come on, man. I almost had this thing open. |
You ever think about it? You ever worry? |
The only thing I worry about is how much Iraqi ass I'm going to be able to kick before this whole thing is over. The only people who I've got anything to worry about are the poor, dumb camel jockeys who don't know enough to get out of the way when I come rolling at them; an M16 in each hand, and a grenade between my teeth. Now if you'll excuse me, soldier, I'd like to get back to my box. I've got a treasure to find. |
Atatatatat. |
This is so weird. It's happening, but it's not. It's like a TV show, and we're part of it. |
Atatatatat. |
The longer the air force hits the Iraqis, the safer it'II be for us when we have to engage. |
You know what, Wes? If you get a note from your mommy they might excuse you from the war. |
It's...it's...I don't know what it is. |
It's a container. Break the seal. |
That's it. It's over. Eighteen hours into the war and it's over. |
Those soldiers have got loafers on. What kind of army gives their soldiers loafers? |
We...we could go home with something else. |
What? |
With...with millions. Millions of dollars. |
You're not saying what I think you're saying. I can't believe you're even thinking it. |
It's right here. This region; anNagaf. I got recon photos. There're no troops there, no fighting |
You don't know where the Iraqis have moved to. And our forces haven't even engaged the Republican Guard yet, we don't know |
It's about a hundred miles from where we are now. How long do you think it would take us to |
It's not a hundred miles. It's a hundred miles through three different kinds of terrain: Pure desert, mountains, a river. If the map is even real. |
It's real. I'm telling you, it's real. |
So you just want to cross into hostile territory in the middle of a war on a wild goose chase? It's crazy. Tell him it's crazy, Epps. |
Epps, you're smarter than this. Jaeger I understand, but you're smarter. |
You know it's real. You know it's real, and you know it's there. You know it. |
You're insane if you think you'll find anything, and sure insane if you think you can get us there and back alive. |
God! I don't believe I'm doing this. I don't. |
Yes! |
We're going to get court martialed, you know that. |
Hell, we'll just buy our way out. |
Epps, is that a sand dune. |
Oh, no. |
Hey, Wes, what kind of treasure you figure these people buried? |
If! If there's a treasure. |
Yeah. If. Whatever. What kind you figure it is? |
I don't know. It would be small, easy to transport and hide. Gold or jewels. Probably gold. |
Yeah! Gold! How much? |
How the hell should I know how much? |
If there's gold. If! |
You know what I'm doing with my half? |
This is too much. You don't even have the money and you're wasting it. |
A car is not just a car where I come from. I had this friend, had this wicked candy apple red Sixtyfour and a half Mustang |
Iraqis. |
Oh, God! |
Two vehicles. They're not supposed to be here. |
Oh, Jesus! |
They're not...I had the pictures. They're not supposed to be here! |
Yeah! Yeah! |
I think I'm going to throw up. I am. I'm going to toss. |
You see that? Right by us. They went right by. You had them Epps; you called it. |
I thought we were dead. |
Yeah, well, we're not. |
We got to get out of here. |
We have to go back. |
We're not going anywhere. Not 'til we get what we came for. |
We just about got killed. You know what happened? We just about got killed, and you want to go on? |
So, you just let us drive on knowing we were losing fuel? Knowing we were going to run low in the middle of nowhere? |
...I figured...I figured you'd turn back. |
We're not stranded. We've got enough gas in the other reserve to get us back. |
Then lets go back while we still can. |
As soon as we hit the mountain we would have had to go on foot anyway. We're not that far. We can make it. |
You two don't even know how crazy you are. You want to go on your sick, little treasure hunt then go ahead, but mark me absent. |
You have to go with us, Wes. |
Really? What is that, an order, <u>private</u>? |
You have to go with us. You can't walk back... |
Epps... |
Doesn't matter. We're not going to be able to get him off it anyway. |
How long we going to keep this up. |
Until we're out of the mine field is how long. |
Haven't found a mine for half a mile, or more. |
That don't mean nothing. Iraqis could have just spread them out like that; make us think we're in the clear. |
You want to crawl, crawl. |
If all we wanted was the map out of you we could have taken it while you were standing on that mine pissing on yourself. |
Probably would've too if Epps wasn't around to stop you. |
I'm getting tired of you riding me, Jaeger. |
Anytime you want to do something about it just let |
Jesus! What the hell did he do that for? They're Iraqis. Why are Iraqis killing Iraqis? |
Those people down there are Shi'ites. You've got Shi'ites in the south of Iraq and Khurds in the North. Neither of them've got much love for Saddam. Probably figured once the war started there might be an uprising, so he sent his soldiers out to slap them around some. |
Is there anything you do know? |
I know you're a pussy. I know that. |
So? |
We have to do something. |
We're American soldiers. We don't abandon people. |
Funny you should say that while we're out looking for gold. |
You're the one wanted to kill Iraqis so bad. |
I've got a new agenda now, it's get rich. The only way the Iraqis figure into that is not at all. |
Think we can make it? |
We make it, or we go back empty handed. |
Maybe they're as scared of us as we are of them. |
Just seems weird they didn't chase us. |
What do you think? |
Lines up with the map and the photos. |
It's got a bottom. |
Guess we know what the next stop is. |
You down? |
Yeah, we're down. |
What do you see? |
What the hell are you doing!? |
I think we found something. |
With what? He doesn't have a weapon. |
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