Black Hawk Down

Typing.

-Can you type?

-No.

-Date of birth.

-2-27-75.

Well, I'm here to kick some ass.

Let's bring it in.

Nice, man! Very smooth!

Single shot through the engine block.

Shit, that's a shame. That was a nice jeep.

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Check your weapons!

Sergeant Eversmann.

Private First Class Blackburn.

Yeah?

Reporting for duty.

Not to me. You're reporting to Lt. Beales.

He should be here somewhere.

Can I leave him with you?

Yeah, go ahead.

-You brought your weapon.

-Yes, sir.

Want me to shoot? I'm rested.

-When did you get in?

-Just now, Sergeant.

Hey, who's hungry?

What is this, Sarg'nt?

Another taxpayer-funded Delta safari?

-Not if General Garrison is asking.

-I'm asking.

Have a nice meal, Captain.

-Hey, man, there's a line.

-I know.

-Well, this isn't the back of it.

-Yeah, I know.

Sergeant. Sergeant.

What's going on here?

Some aerial target practice, sir.

Didn't want to leave it behind.

I'm talking about your weapon.

Delta or no Delta, that's a hot weapon.

You know better than that.

Safety should be on at all times on base.

Well, this is my safety, sir.

Let it go, sir.

The guy hasn't eaten in a couple of days.

You Delta boys

are a bunch of undisciplined cowboys.

Let me tell you something, Sarg'nt.

When we get on a five-yard line,

you're going to need my Rangers.

Y'all better learn to be team players.

We're done here.

Speak up. You say this is your safety?

Well, this is my boot, son.

And it will fit up your ass

with the proper amount of force.

-Is that a Jersey accent?

-I'm trying to do this, give me a break.

Take those sunglasses off.

Delta wants to wear Oakleys,

that's their business.

I don't want to see them on you again.

Is that a hot weapon?

Is that your move?

Is my hand on the piece?

I can mate you in three whatever you do.

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