Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Page #2

Thank you. That's so sweet.

- Where's the shower?

- Yes. This way.

Can I ask a favor, Kim?

- And absolutely feel free to say no.

- Yeah, sure.

I hate to even bring it up.

- I feel so rude even asking this.

- No, it's fine.

Can I f*** your security guys?

What?

By all means, yeah.

Yeah? I mean, I wouldn't ask,

it's just that for some reason,

the VBC use an American contractor

and, I mean, no offense, but they're

all, like, goatees and "fat-strong".

You know? But the Aussies

and Kiwis are so hot.

Right. I get it. Be my guest.

You sure?

Don't just say that to be polite.

No, I wouldn't. I'm not.

Even Nic? You don't want Nic for yourself?

Nic?

No. I don't. No.

That's... No, that would never happen.

So you're good.

Hey! No, Kim, don't say that.

You could have Nic.

In Afghanistan,

you're a serious piece of ass.

Thank you. That's nice.

Because you're what, I mean, you're like,

a seven, a six or seven in New York?

Here, you're a nine.

Borderline ten.

It's called "Kabul Cute."

What are you here, like a 15?

Yeah.

The thing is, I have a very

serious boyfriend at home,

so, you're good.

All right, well, come talk

to me in two months

when your p*ssy's eating your leg.

Shower's that way.

How you doing?

It's bananas here. It's...

My nose is running.

There's sh*t in the air,

literally.

And

I don't think I can do this.

Do what?

Kim?

I don't think I can do this.

Can you see... I don't... Hello?

Sh*t.

I'm sorry, Colonel,

I can't accept gifts as a journalist.

Okay.

So lodging, transport, chow

and protection, that's all you can accept?

I'll do my best to stay objective.

I don't care if you can do your job.

I care if my men can.

Are you familiar with the term

"four-ten-four", Miss Baker?

I am not, Colonel.

It refers to women who are fours back

home become tens when they ship out

and when they're back stateside,

they become fours again.

Are you saying I'm a four?

I'm saying you carry

an orange f***ing backpack.

I've seen people with actual experience

make bad decisions here.

So while you're outside

the wire with my men,

you will in no way

distract them, understood?

Are you asking me not

to sleep with your soldiers?

No, not "soldiers". Marines.

You're not here to sleep with or perform

jobs of any type on my Marines.

Clear copy, Miss Baker?

- Copy that.

- Good.

We'll get you out to a FOB

as soon as we find a ride for you.

In the meantime, Captain Stern here

will see to it that you get a wet hootch.

A what?

It's a tent with a shower.

Unless you'd prefer a dry hootch.

I would not, sir.

Sorry.

Could you just...

State your name and rank?

Gunnery Sergeant Clinton J. Hurd.

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