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I got f***in' 22 grand, man.
22 grand...
Stop... Stop... Stop talking, bro.
MATTHEWS:
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to f***in' do.
[ Panting ]
Tourniquet...
use your f***ing tourniquet...
F***. Tourniquet...
use your f***ing tourniquet!
Come on, show me somethin'.
Send it, b*tch.
[ Gasping ]
I lied to everybody.
I lied to every single person.
Except you. A f***in' Haj.
[Grunting ]
Isaac, are you there?
Ize...
Ize, I need
your f***in' help, man.
I can't! You know that...
MATTHEWS:
No, no, no, no,f***in', the radio, the radio!
[ Groans ]
Okay.
[ Gasping ]
All right,
you stupid motherf***er.
Bite on this,
you f***in' Haji b*tch.
[Chuckling]
[ Sobbing ]
[Wind rustling]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
[ Panting ]
F***! F***, f***, f***, f***...
MATTHEWS:
You got it?F***.
MATTHEWS:
F***, man, you got it?
One second!
[ Groans ]
Oh... Oh, God!
Come on.
Breaker! Breaker! Do I...?
- Aw, sh*t!
- [ Indistinct radio chatter]
Break, break, break,
Spartan Thirty Tree,
requesting extraction.
F***!
What the f***?
Sh*t.
Sh*t.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, f***.
You f***in' piece of sh*t.
Oh, f***!
F***in' f***!
Break, break, break,
Spartan Thirty Tree,
requesting extraction!
Break, break, break,
Spartan Three Tree,
requesting extraction!
MATTHEWS:
Radio com?
He hit my f***in' antenna!
He hit the f***ing antenna, man.
[Wind rustling]
F***.
You got eyes on him?
I think I got a shot.
What?
MATTHEWS:
I'm goin' for it, man.You got eyes?
F***in'... Sar'nt Matthews?
Sar'nt Matthews!
Sar'nt!
No, no, no, no, no... he'd shoot you
before you even get...
Sarn't Matthews, you hear me?
MATTHEWS:
I'm here.
Hang in there.
Please f***in' hang in there.
MATTHEWS:
You got eyes on him?
Come on, man.
Where'd it come from?
I don't f***in' know...
I don't know.
MATTHEWS:
Crack bang.What's the distance?
Okay... Crack bang...
Crack bang...
MATTHEWS:
Didn't you hear it?Crack bang, how many seconds?
[ Indistinct]
MATTHEWS:
Ize... you didn't f***in' gauge?
Listen, man,
I got one shot at him.
Don't f***in' touch that rifle, man!
The second you touch
that f***ing rifle, you're dead.
Hold on!
[ Panting ]
[ Groans ]
F***!
[Wind blowing]
[ Screams ]
F***!
[Groaning]
All right.
Shane, I got eyes on...
Sar'nt Matthews?
Sar'nt Matthews,
you f***in' hear me?
Shane!
Oh, man... God.
You didn't bleed out...
Come on, man, get up...
...get up
and dress that wound, man...
[ Groans ]
F***. F***.
[ Groans ]
[Whimpering]
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