The Wall Page #4

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Do you copy?

Uh, yeah, no, I don't...

I have an M4 and a sidearm.

MAN ON RADIO:

I need you to stand

And fire into the air.

We need to get

a lock on your position.

What the f***?

This ain't ranger school!

The f***in' shooter'll get

a f***in' lock on my position.

MAN ON RADIO:

Well, I can't help you

unless I know your location.

Do you copy?

F*** it.

A lotta f***in' help, you've been

so f***in' far, motherf***er.

This is f***in' stupid.

This ain't f***in' protocol.

MAN ON RADIO:

Sergeant,

We need your exact location

to send in medevac.

Say that again?

MAN ON RADIO:

I need your location.

No, my rank, what's my rank?

[ Accented ]

MAN ON RADIO:
Sergeant.

[ Scoffs ]

You, uh...

You got an accent.

Not American.

MAN ON RADIO:
You have

seen through my camouflage.

The f*** are you talking 'bout?

MAN ON RADIO:
I'm talking

about hiding behind words...

like you're hiding

behind that wall.

You...

Motherfu...

Oh, sh*t.

[ Groans ]

You... f***!

MAN ON RADIO:

I've got a question for you.

Your friend, is he dead?

He looks-He looks dead to me.

This is Spartan Thirty Three,

sending in the blind.

MAN ON RADIO:

But maybe he is just unconscious.

I got a man down!

MAN ON RADIO:

Shall I make sure?

I got a sniper,

I got an enemy sniper...

Requesting medevac!

MAN ON RADIO:

Shall I shoot him in the head?

I repeat, I repeat,

requesting...

MAN ON RADIO:

Does he have a wife? Children?

[ Stones falling ]

Will they enjoy a closed casket,

if I take his face off?

All right, all right,

shut the f*** up, man.

All right stop, stop,

stop, stop.

[Sighs]

Is there something

that you want?

MAN ON RADIO:

Yes.

Well, I don't know nothin'.

I'm a buck sar'nt.

They don't tell me sh*t,

so... f*** you.

MAN ON RADIO:

That's not what I want.

Oh, what do you want?

You want f***in' twelve virgins

or somethin'?

MAN ON RADIO:

I want to get to know you.

I just want to get to know you.

Will you allow that?

[ Gasping ]

Hey, you're f***ing with me.

MAN ON RADIO:

I was.

But you figured it out.

So now, let's be real.

It's just you and me out here.

So what do you say?

Yeah, I'll talk to you.

MAN ON RADIO:

Good.

Where are you from?

No, listen, I don't know

sh*t about you,

so why don't you go first?

MAN ON RADIO:

Me?

There is nothing to say.

No story.

ISAAC:
Uh, you're the one

who wants to get chatty, bro.

Why ain't you saying anything?

Huh?

MAN ON RADIO:

Okay. I'll start.

I am just...

a regular Iraqi man.

A civilian.

A civilian, my ass.

Crack bang.

One, two, three, four, five...

[ Exhales ]

Okay, one, two, three,

four, five...

One, two, three, four, five...

One, two, three, four, five...

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