13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi

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We met training

SEALs at Coronado.

How do you get them to balance

that beach ball on their nose?

It's tough.

So we got three ex-Marines

here and one ex-Army retard

who likes to rub

his dick on things.

Kris Paronto.

Call me Tanto.

Hey, man. I'm Tig.

Tig's been here the longest, so he'll

get you up to speed on the area.

This is Boon. Scout

Sniper, Zen Master,

holder of Tanto's leash.

Welcome to Club Med.

So it hasn't

rained since June,

it's not gonna rain

again until September.

You're double-bunked. Not

me, because I'm in charge.

The gym sucks,

food's actually good.

And the Base Chief

is kind of a tool.

Well, he's

a dick today.

Maybe he just needs

a new hat.

Don't encourage him.

Come on. He's a guy

with a job to do.

He's playing his string

out, but you talk to him,

Bob did some shit

back in the day.

All right, Jack, this

is the whiteboard

that's gonna run your life

for the next 60 days.

I want you to

check it every hour,

because last-minute moves

pop up every minute, such as

we're shotgunning it

in three hours.

Three hours. I'll let you

know when I'm briefed.

This was

a private family compound

owned by a wealthy Libyan who got

out of town after the revolution

and leased it to the CIA.

He was smart.

A little pungent.

A little spy tradecraft.

Who'd expect Americans

to be hiding out

next to a stank-ass

slaughterhouse?

We call it Zombieland.

Building A, B, C, D.

- Hesham!

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

He's a good man. But there's

a few we got our eyes on,

so always

stay strapped.

Damn kids!

This is the bathroom.

This is you.

That's me.

This curtain is meant to discourage

you from spooning with me. So...

Daddy, what do you do when

you go away for work?

Can't you work here?

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