Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Hang in there,

Sergeant.

American heroism

has a new face today.

Despite heavy enemy fire,

a young infantryman rushes to

the aid of his fallen sergeant.

This now-famous image

was captured on a camera

abandoned by an embedded reporter

during an ambush by anti-coalition forces

in Al-Ansakar, Diyala Province, Iraq.

Nineteen-year-old Specialist William Lynn

was awarded the Silver Star,

and he and the eight-man Bravo squad

have spent the last two weeks

touring the country,

receiving the nation's thanks.

Their tour ends right here in Dallas,

where they'll be performing

in Thursday's halftime show

alongside Destiny's Child.

Hello?

Hey, Billy. How's your head, buddy?

- What?

- You get a good night's sleep?

Yeah, those strippers last night

were really into you, man.

What are you talking about?

Hey, remember that

halftime show we're doing?

- Sh*t!

- With Destiny's Child?

Why don't you join us, dumbass?

Here's the reason

why people love this story.

They give us hope,

they give us reason not to despair.

Yeah.

Six minutes and 40 seconds late.

Yes.

- Are you flakin' on me, Lynn?

- No, Sergeant.

Just dreaming about cheerleaders.

- Good man.

- I know it's not a popular war,

and I know what's going on

in the media right now,

but Bravo's a story about America

feeling good about America again.

When the last time you felt good

about that, huh? Tell me.

Dude! She really liked me.

She gave me a freebie.

Sykes, you are so full of sh*t, man.

We were all wasted last night.

I can't remember sh*t.

You sure as hell can't remember sh*t.

Well, all I know is I got a free dance.

We all got a free dance, boy.

Strippers love their country, too.

What I'm saying is,

there was a connection between us,

you know?

Emotion and sh*t.

That's her job, motherf***er.

Supposed to make you

feel like they like you.

Waitress, actress, stripper, prostitute.

Go f*** yourself.

Come on. At ease with

the trash talk, fellas.

- We're in front of civilians.

- Yeah. Hey, listen up, all of you.

Right now,

by the grace of God and the media,

we are the face of the American military,

and you will act accordingly.

Do I make myself clear?

Hooah!

Man, we're gonna look ridiculous.

Tell me about it, man.

This whole tour's been

one big dog-and-pony show

for the cameras, Sergeant.

Those were just local appearances.

At halftime, we will be performing

on national television

in front of 40 million viewers.

Now, if that happens to be

the mother of all clusterfucks,

then we should blame it

on bad intelligence.

Inspiring words, Sergeant.

No, they're not the...

No, they're not the elite force.

No, they're a bunch of kids

thrown into the deep end

of a not-so-popular war.

And what do they do?

They bond together with love

and brotherhood, that's what they do.

You can't write that sh*t, man. Come on!

You guys the Bravos?

What gave us away?

Sergeant David Dime.

These are the men of 2nd Squad,

otherwise known to the media as "Bravo."

Well, I'm Josh.

I'm liaison from the team,

so if you guys need anything today,

you just tell me.

- I'll be taking care of you, all right?

- Hooah.

Sykes would like his dignity back.

- Crack needs to go f*** himself.

- Come on.

This is Albert Brown,

producer extraordinaire.

- How are you?

- Army set us up with him.

You ever seen the "Fight Night" movies?

- Uh, no.

- Well, you're missing out.

He'll be rolling with us today.

Um, is everybody here?

- Present and accounted for.

- Wait, where's Major Mac?

We're missing our public

affairs coordinator.

He's here, Sergeant.

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