(Somali music playing)
(Helicopter passing)
(People shouting indistinctly)
(Truck horn honking)
There.
Technicals, nine o'clock.
(People clamoring)
(Machine gun firing)
(People screaming)
Oh, shit! Did you see that?
Chief, we got unarmed civilians getting shot down here at nine o'clock.
I got it, Matt. I don't think we can touch this.
(Speaking Somali)
This food is the property of Mohamed Farrah aidid!
Go back to your homes!
Durant: (In english) Command, super 64...
We got militia shooting unarmed civilians
down at the food distribution center.
Request permission to engage.
Man: (Over radio) Super 64, are you taking fire? Over.
Negative, command.
U.n.'s jurisdiction, 64. We cannot intervene.
- Return to base. Over. - Roger.
64 returning.
(Mimics gun firing)
(Chuckles)
(People clamoring)
(Music playing)
(Gun firing)
(Speaking Somali)
(Music playing on radio)
(Speaking Somali)
Ready, Mr. atto.
Mmm.
(Horn honking)
(Gun firing)
Leaving.
(Music playing)
(Helicopter approaching)
(Both speaking Somali)
Sir!
Keep driving!
I'm going to be late.
Call you back.
(Door opening)
Atto: General Garrison?
No, no, thanks. I got one.
But these are Cuban.
Bolivar belicoso.
So is this.
(Chuckling)
Miami, my friend, is not Cuba.
- (Continues chuckling) - (Match striking)
I see not catching aidid is becoming a routine.
We weren't trying to catch aidid. We were trying to catch you.
Me? (Chuckles)
But am I that important?
I hardly think so.
- You're just a businessman. - Trying to make a living.
Yeah. Selling guns to aidid's militia.
You've been here, what?
Six weeks?
Six weeks you are trying to catch the general.
You put up reward posters.
$25,000. What is this? Gunfight at the k.O. Corral?
(Chuckles) It's, uh... It's the o.K. Corral.
Do you think bringing me in will make him suddenly come to you?
Make him more agreeable?
Hmm?
You know where he sleeps.
You pay for his beds, much less his militia.
We're not leaving Somalia till we find him.
And we will find him.
Don't make the mistake of thinking
because I grew up without running water,
I am simple, general.
I do know something about history.
See all this? It's simply shaping tomorrow.
A tomorrow without a lot of Arkansas white boys' ideas in it.
Well, I wouldn't know about that. I'm from Texas.
Mr. Garrison, I think you shouldn't have come here.
This is civil war.
This is our war.
Not yours.
300,000 dead and counting.
That's not a war, Mr. atto. That's genocide.
Now, you enjoy that tea, you hear?
(Door opens) _(Indistinct radio chatter)
How'd he strike you?
Urbane, sophisticated, cruel.
Yeah, he's a good catch.
It'll take some time, but aidid will feel the loss.
I'm not sure time is something we got in great supply.
This isn't Iraq, you know. Much more complicated than that.
Boss, most of Washington might disagree.
I'm just saying they've been calling for these dang situation reports
every morning this week.
Well, tell them the situation is, uh, fragile.
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is cliff "Elvis" wolcott.
I'll be your pilot this afternoon.
Federal regulations has designated this a non-smoking black hawk helicopter.
For those of you enrolled on Mogadishu frequent flyer program,
you'll be earning 100 free credits this afternoon.
And as always,
the air sickness bags are located in the seatback in front of you.
(Music playing on radio)
Co-pilot: Number one indications are good, cliff.
- You got it. - Co-pilot: Put her on two.
Man: (On radio) You're still clear.
Man: (Singing) I can't walk out
because I love you too much, baby
why can't you see...
Durant: 61, this is 64. Go to uhf secure.
I've got some bad news.
"Limo" is a word, durant. I don't want to hear about it.
Durant: It is not a word. It's an abbreviation of a word.
"Limo" is a word in common usage.
That is the key phrase in scrabble, my good friend.
Common usage.
No, if it's not in the dictionary it doesn't count!
It doesn't have to be in the dictionary!
It does have to be in the dictionary!
Listen, when we get back to the base, it's coming off the board.
You touch my "limo" and I'll spank you, nightstalker. You hear me?
Yeah, promises.
Blackburn: That's a nice beach down there.
How's the water?
Yeah, it's nice and warm. And it's loaded with sharks.
That's great.
- Thinks he's funny. - Yeah. Well, I don't.
(Indistinct announcement over loudspeaker)
Hear that?
- Nervous? - I'm ready to go, man.
(Sighs)
Beautiful day to fight.
- Name. - Todd.
- Last name. - Blackburn.
First name, Todd.
So, what's it like? What's what like?
Mogadishu. The fighting.
Serial number. 72163427.
Firstly, it's "the mog" or simply "mog." No one calls it Mogadishu here.
Secondly, I wouldn't know about the fighting, so don't ask.
Why not?
Didn't I just say, "don't ask"?
You're not a ranger.
I am a ranger. Six years.
I was in Panama chasing down noriega, and in the Gulf.
I'm a vet, my friend.
In combat?
Look, kid, you look like you're about 12,
so let me explain something to you.
I have a rare and mysterious skill
that precludes me from going into missions.
Typing.
- Can you type? - No.
Date of birth. 2-27-75.
(Computer beeps)
Well, I'm here to kick some ass.
Man: (On radio) Let's bring it in.
(Somali music playing)
Nice, man! Very smooth!
Single shot through the engine block.
Shit, that's a shame. That was a nice Jeep.
(Blowing whistle)
Cease firel cease firel
check your weapon.
Fucking delta.
Sergeant eversmann.
Sergeant. Yeah?
Private first class blackburn.
Yeah?
Reporting for duty.
Not to me you're not. You're reporting to it. Beales.
He should be around 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, sarg'nt.
First things first.
This will be your best friend in all of Africa.
It's called bullfrog.
Get some on over here, all right?
Yes, sir.
Hey, schmid! Take over for me, would you?
All right. Let's get you unpacked.
(Music playing) _(Indistinct radio chatter)
Hey, who's hungry?
(Indistinct chattering)
What is this, sarg'nt? Another taxpayer-funded delta safari?
- Not if general Garrison is asking. - Oh, 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.
Steele: Sergeant. Sergeant.
What's going on here?
Oh, just some aerial target practice, sir.
Didn't want to leave it behind.
I'm talking about your weapon.
Now, 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.
Steele: You delta boys are a bunch of undisciplined cowboys.
Let me tell you something, sarg'nt.
When we get on the five-yard line, you're going to need my rangers.
So y'all better learn to be team players.
We're done here.
- Speak up. You say this is your safety? - (Guitar playing)
- Well, this is my boot, son. - (Soldiers laughing)
And it will fit up your asses with the proper amount of force.
Man: Is that a Jersey accent? Pilla: I'm trying to do this,
give me a break.
Take those sunglasses off, soldier.
Delta wants to wear oakleys, that's their business.
I don't want to see them on you again. Hoo-ah?
(Laughing) "Hoo-ah?"
Pilla: Is that a hot weapon?
(Music playing)
Is that your move?
Is my hand on the piece?
I can mate you in three whatever you do.
I'd keep my eye on that queen before counseling with the others.
Well, she's just lying in wait.
Stranded and condemned, gordy.
(Groans) Your move.
Busch: Chris.
Yikes.
It's good. You're really improving. “Ah.
If I may make a suggestion... Observation.
Go ahead.
- It's a children's book, right? - Right.
They are not supposed to scare the living shit out of the children.
This is the part of the story where our knight, our warrior,
is about to slay the one-eyed dragon.
That's scary. Besides, my daughter loves this stuff.
Thought you finished that last week.
- You done? - (Chuckles)
Hey, we are at the 10-yard line here, men.
- You understand? - (All laughing)
Can you count? One, two, ten.
- Okay? Where are my running backs? “All: Hoo-aah.
- Where are my running backs? - Hoo-aah!
Pilla: Hey, I didn't see you at church on Sunday, soldier.
You had something more important to do?
Not on Sunday, you don't. Not anymore.
(Chuckling) I will make you believe, you understand?
(Music playing on radio)
Pretty funny, hoo-ah?
- All: Hoo-ah. - (Laughing)
It was a good impression. I recognize myself.
All right, carry on.
- I'd like a word, specialist. - Sir.
Tell me, pilla, you understand why we have a chain of command, don't you?
Roger that, sir.
'Cause if I ever see you undermine me again,
you'll be cleaning latrines with your tongue
- are we clear? - Hoo-ah, sir.
All right.
(Men whooping)
Listen to this.
If one skinny kills another skinny,
his clan owes the dead guy's clan a hundred camels.
(Chuckling) A hundred camels.
Camels. I wouldn't pay one camel.
Must be a lot of fucking camel debt.
Is that really true, lieutenant?
Ask sgt. Eversmann. He likes the skinnies.
Sgt. Eversmann, you really like the skinnies?
It's not that I like them or I don't like them.
I respect them.
See, what you guys fail to realize is
the sergeant here is a bit of an idealist.
He believes in this mission down to his very bones.
Don't you, sergeant?
Look, these people, they have no jobs,
no food, no education, no future.
I just figure that, I mean, we have two things that we can do.
We can either help,
or we can sit back and watch the country destroy itself on CNN.
Right?
I don't know about you guys, but I was trained to fight.
Are you trained to fight, sergeant?
Well, I think I was trained to make a difference, kurth.
(All laughing)
Like the man said, he's an idealist.
(Indistinct chatter on TV)
Wait. This is my favorite part.
- Man: (On TV) Stay away from the cans! - (Laughing)
Die, gas-pumper!
- Stay away from those cans! - (Coughing)
Beales!
No, no, stay back, stay back.
Wilkie, he's having a seizure. Put something in his mouth.
It's okay. John, it's okay. John, John, it's okay. It's okay.
(Chanting prayer in arabic)
(Inaudible)
Well, he'll be fine. But not in this army.
He's out of the game. He's epileptic, going home.
I'm putting you in charge of his chalk.
- You got a problem with that? - No, sir.
Now, it's a big responsibility.
Your men are gonna look to you to make the right decisions.
Their lives depend on it.
All right.
- Rangers lead the way, sir. - All the way.
Good luck, sergeant.
(Soldiers shouting)
(Speaking Somali)
(Firing)
(Continues speaking Somali)
Garrison: A long anticipated meeling of aidid"s senior cabinet
may take place today at 1500 hours.
I say "may" because we all know by now
with the intel we get on the street, nothing is certain.
This is actual intel confirmed by three sources.
Two tier-one personalities may be present.
Omar salad, aidid's top political advisor,
and abdi Hassan awale, interior minister.
These are the guys we're after.
Today we go.
Same mission template as before.
1545, assault force delta will infiltrate the target building
and seize all suspects within.
Security force rangers.
Four ranger chalks, under the command of captain Steele
will rope in at 1546
and hold a four-corner perimeter around the target building.
No one gets in or out.
Extraction force.
Lt. Colonel mcknight's Humvee column will drive into the city at 1547
on hawlwadig road and hold just short of the olympic hotel here.
Wait for the green light.
Now once delta gives the word,
mcknight's column will move to the target building
and load the prisoners on flatbed trucks.
Immediately after the prisoners are loaded,
the four ranger chalks will collapse back to the target building,
load up on humvees,
and the entire ground force will exfil the 3 miles back to base.
Mission time from incursion to extraction,
no longer than 30 minutes.
Now, I had requested light armor and ac-130 spectre gunships,
but Washington, in all its wisdom, decided against this.
Too high-profile.
So black hawks and little birds will provide the air cover
with miniguns and 2.75 rockets.
Colonel harrell.
In the c-2 bird, colonel Matthews will coordinate the air mission
and I will coordinate ground forces.
Colonel Matthews.
Mission launch code word is Irene.
Questions?
Which building is it, sir?
Exactly which building, we're confirming right now.
Somewhere around the bakara market.
I don't choose the time and place of their meetings.
I didn't say a word, sir.
Make no mistake, once you're in the bakara market,
you're in an entirely hostile district.
Don't underestimate their capabilities.
Now we'll be going through friendly neighborhoods before we hit the market,
so remember the rules of engagement.
"No one fires unless fired upon.”
Now, let's go get this thing done.
Good luck, gentlemen.
What's the matter, Danny? Something you don't like?
No spectre gunships, daylight instead of night,
late afternoon when they're all fucked up on khat,
only part of the city aidid can mount
a serious counter-attack on short notice. (Scoffs)
- What's not to like? - Life's imperfect.
Yeah.
For you two, circling above it at 500 feet, it's imperfect.
Down in the street, it's unforgiving.
You two say hello to me from up there.
You'll do fine.
Thanks.
(Hip-hop music playing)
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I got the skill come get your fill
'cause when I shoot the gift I shoot to kill
I came to get down I came to get down
so get out your seat and jump around!
Jump around...
What the fuck, Smith?
- Well? - Well, what?
We going?
- Why should I tell you that? - Because I'm me.
Yeah. 3:00. Downtown.
- Bakara market. - All right.
Listen, Smith, I need you to back me up out there today, all right?
Keep sharp.
Yes, sir, sergeant eversmann.
Ev, it's going to be nothing, man.
Nothing.
Schmid: Hey.
Sit down.
(Sizemore exhales)
Hmm.
How'd this happen?
I don't even remember.
Think I was just goofing off. Playing ping-pong, I think.
Sort of hit the concrete.
Okay.
You can fix it up though. We're going out today.
(Chuckles)
(Sizemore screams)
You're not going anywhere.
Jesus Christ!
It's all in the grind, sizemore. Can't be too fine, can't be too coarse.
- This, my friend, is a science. - (Music playing on radio)
I mean, you're looking at the guy that believed the commercials.
You know, about "be all you can be."
I made coffee through desert storm.
I made coffee through Panama, while everyone else got to fight,
got to be a ranger.
Now it's "grimesy, black, one sugar” or "grimesy, got a powdered anywhere?"
- What happened to you? - Ping-pong accident.
What?
So guess what.
Your wish has been granted. You're going out today.
You're fucking me.
You're taking my place assisting the 60 gunner.
Sergeant eversmann said to get your stuff and get ready.
It's what you wanted, isn't it?
Oh, yeah.
Hell, yeah.
Grimesy, I want you to stick with waddell
and give him ammo when he needs it.
- Hoo-ah? - Hoo-ah.
I wouldn't worry about that.
Generally speaking, somalis can't shoot for shit.
Don't worry about it.
Just watch out for the sammys throwing the fucking rocks,
and you'll be fine.
Might even be fun.
D-boys do their thing now. All we got to do is cover them.
Choppers going to cover us, and we'll be all right.
Look, you guys, I know this is my first time as chalk leader,
but, uh, this isn't our first time out together.
This is serious.
We're rangers, not some sorry-ass jrotc.
We're elite.
Let's act like it out there. Hoo-ah?
All: Hoo-ah!
Any questions?
We're going to be okay.
All right, grab your gear. Let's move out.
All: Hoo-ah!
(Rock music playing)
You're not going to need that, dude. We're not out there long enough.
(Music continues)
Hey, you're not gonna need that, either.
We'll be back before dark.
You might as well take dope and beer instead.
What?
(Chuckles) Ammo, dude. Take ammo.
Let me tell you something, grimes.
You got about 50 pounds of gear as it is.
You don't need another 12.
I don't know about you,
but I don't plan on getting shot in the back running away.
Well, I better keep mine in.
Hey, grimes.
The most important thing.
Just remember, when everybody else is shooting,
shoot in the same direction.
All right.
Look at this, ruiz. He's taping his blood type to his boots.
- That's bad luck. - Ruiz: No, it's smart.
All delta do that.
That's bad luck, too, man.
Come on, let's go.
Ruiz: It's a good thing you're right-handed, Adonis.
- If not, I don't know what you'd do. - You're a funny guy, man.
- I'm not taking no death letter. - We have a deal.
I'll give it to you back in an hour.
- Blackburn, you okay? - Excited.
In a good way.
I've been training my whole life for this.
You ever shot at anybody before?
No, sir.
Me neither.
(Somali music playing on radio)
Cribbs: Think he's reliable?
Well, we'll see. It's his first time out.
(Music continues playing)
- Tell him to turn his damn radio off. - Man: Yes, sir.
Tell him to turn his radio off.
Abdi, you need to turn your radio off.
Woman: (On answering machine) Hi. You've reached Stephanie and Randy,
leave us a message. Thank you.
(Beeps)
Shughart: Hey, baby, it's me. Are you there?
(Whines)
Pick up if you're there.
I'm just calling to check up on you, make sure everything's all right.
I'll call you in a couple hours.
You'd better not be sleeping.
Your move, Randy.
Shughart: I'm missing you.
I love you, baby.
Hello? Hello?
(Phone beeps)
Thanks, bud.
(Exhales)
- Sorry, I didn't see you there. - It's all right.
You know, it's kind of funny.
Beautiful beach, beautiful sun.
Could almost be a good place to visit.
Almost.
You don't think we should be here.
You know what I think? It don't really matter what I think.
Once that first bullet goes past your head,
politics and all that shit just goes right out the window.
I just want to do it right today.
Just watch your corner. Get all your men back here alive.
(Indistinct chattering)
Now, is this supposed to be the place, or did his car just take a dump?
Harrell: Abdi, come in.
Abdi, can you hear me? Is this the place?
Abdi, come in.
(Men shouting)
Can you hear me? Abdi.
Abdi, come in. Is this the place?
To my right-hand side, above the cafe.
Harrell: Sir, he says this is the building.
He's certain?
Harrell: Abdi, you need to be sure.
Are you sure?
Well, it's down the road, two blocks over on my left.
But there's too many militia.
If I go closer, they might shoot me.
Harrell: Now he's saying the building's actually a couple blocks down,
but if he's seen outside it, he'll be shot.
I'll fucking shoot him myself a couple blocks down.
Tell him I want his skinny ass parked in front of the damn building.
He's not getting paid till he does exactly that.
It's three miles to the target area. We're never off the main roads.
At the k-four traffic circle, we turn north,
then east on national,
and we wait until extraction of prisoners is complete here.
We load the prisoners, and then the assault-blocking forces,
and bring them back.
Home in an hour. Okay?
Now there will be some shooting. Bakara market is the wild west.
But be careful what you shoot at because people do live there.
All: Hoo-ah.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
Last one of these guys shot himself in the head
playing Russian roulette in a bar.
(Chuckles)
Harrell: Sir, the vehicle is stopped.
So this is the real deal now. He's sure this time?
- He sounds scared shitless. (Chuckles) - Good. That's always a good sign.
(Indistinct chattering)
Harrell: That's it. That's our signal.
Garrison: All right.
All qrf out of the airspace.
All units, Irene. I say again, Irene.
Man: (Over radio) Check in when ready.
Irene!
Man: Copy, Irene.
Fucking Irene!
(Men shouting)
Come on.
(Music playing)
Good luck, boys.
Be careful.
No one gets left behind.
What's wrong?
Nothing. He's just never done that before.
Fuck!
Let's go.
Sergeant struecker. Let's roll.
(Music continues playing)
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
well, I stand up next to a mountain
and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
I pick up the pieces and make an island
might even raise a little sand
(speaking Somali)
'Cause I'm a voodoo child, yeah...
(All speaking Somali)
(Man shouting in Somali)
(Exhales)
Eversmann: Grimesy!
Matthews: (Over radio) Two minutes.
(People shouting)
Why are they burning tires?
Signals to the militia that we're coming!
Man 1: Okay, 56, looks like there's some friendlies on the ground.
Looks like I've got a tally on the voice intercept.
Man 2: Uniform 24, we've got burning tires in front of us. Over.
(Mouthing)
One minute.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
What's that for?
Last rope, I almost bit my tongue off.
(Somali music playing)
Matthews: Touching base.
Two feet, one foot...
Clear.
Little birds touching down at target.
(Groans)
(Gunfire)
(People screaming)
Ropes!
Gol go! Gol
Matthews: Chalk one troops are on the deck. Chalk two deployed.
This is mcknight. Uniform 64 approaching staging area.
(People shouting)
(People screaming)
Down! Get down!
Down! Stay down!
Get down! Everybody down!
You, down!
Get down!
On the floor.
Captain Steele, tell your men to stop firing at us.
26, this is 64. Cease fire, chalk 3. You're firing at delta.
I repeat, cease fire. Over.
You stay close to that ammo, grimesy.
Is this normal enemy fire?
No, no, this is 10 times worse than I've ever seen it.
Let's go, let's go!
Grimesy! No fear!
Oh, yeah, right!
Matthews: Rangers securing perimeter. Four corners.
Colonel, they're shooting at us!
Well, shoot back!
Durant: This is 64. Chalks on the ground, going into holding pattern.
Matthews: Roger that.
Pilot 1: This is 62, delivered chalks. Going to cover pattern.
Matthews: Super 62, take up an overhead pattern to provide sniper cover. Over.
Pilot 2: This is super 65.
Chalks on the ground, going into holding pattern.
(People shouting)
Go, blackburn, go! Go!
Go, blackburn!
Rpg!
Wolcott: Hold on!
(Yelps)
No!
Wolcott: C-2, we got a man fallen.
Matthews: Super 61, you're a sitting duck there.
Blackburn!
Matthews: Take up overhead pattern to provide sniper cover. Over.
Wolcott: Roger that. 61 coming out.
Man: (Over radio) 13, go ahead. (Guns firing)
I need you to move to the north of the street.
Right to the north. Right there. Right there. Over.
Doc! Doc schmid!
Come on!
Schmid, we got a man hit.
- Where's he hit? - He's not. He fell.
- What? - He fell.
(People shouting) (Gunfire)
Why aren't you shooting?
We're not being shot at yet!
How can you tell?
A hiss means it's close.
- A shap means... - (Gunshot)
Now they're shooting at us!
(Shouting)
Galentine!
Get me captain Steele! Get me captain Steele!
Juliet 64, this is Juliet 25. Come in. Over.
Eversmann: Blackburn, can you hear me?
Juliet 64, this is 25. Come in. Over.
I can't get him!
Juliet 64, this is chalk four! We've got a man down!
We need to get him out of here! Over.
This is 64. Say again, 25. Over.
Eversmann: We've got a man down! Over.
Take a breath, 25, and calm down. Over.
- Man down! - Missed your last, 25.
- Fuck it. - Say again.
Matt, it's a long way to the humvees!
Eversmann: Yeah. We'll get a stretcher in here. Get him to the target building.
Schmid: Okay.
What did he say?
Man: Super 61, we got a blast on the right,
we got a man wounded on the ground.
- Eversmann: Stretcher! - Jamie, stretcher!
Come on. Stretcher.
Come on, come on!
Grab this end!
Let's go!
- All right. - Go.
Get him to the humvees. We'll hold down the corner.
Up to the humvees! Now!
Gol gol
- keep moving, grimes! Run! - (Panting)
(Indistinct radio chatter)
- Secure! - Let's move out!
Everybody up! Let's go!
Come on!
Let's go! Let's move!
- Grimes, run! - All right.
Wolcott: C-2, this is super 61, beginning my orbit of the target area.
Matthews: Roger that.
Man: Chalk four, clear for a clear. Coming in.
Wolcott: Kilo 11, this is 61,
providing sniper cover for prisoner extract. Over.
Kilo 64, green light.
- Ready for extraction. Over. - Man: Roger that, kilo 11. Will relay.
That's it. We got them.
Uniform 64, ready for extraction. Over.
Roger that. There's the call.
Let's move out!
- Let's move out! - Hold on.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
Man: Right here! Right here!
- How much longer? - Five minutes, sir.
- What? - Five minutes.
Nothing takes five minutes!
What happened to him?
- He fell! Missed the rope! - How'd he do that?
(Gunfire)
Put him in that Humvee! Grimes, give him a hand!
Let's go! Let's move it!
Move, move! Come on! Move!
Man: Get him in there!
Get ready to move!
- Go! Everybody move! Move! - Hey! Hey!
Man: Get the fuck up!
Grimes! Come on!
Grimes! Grimes!
(Groaning)
Fuck this!
(Gunfire)
Fuck!
(Eversmann groaning)
Fuck!
Sanderson: Let's go. Hey!
- Come on! - (Shouting indistinctly)
Gol move it!
Move! Move!
Romeo 64, I need to send out three humvees with a critical casualty.
He looks real bad. I need to evac now.
Roger that, uniform 64.
We'll chop a team of gun ships to you. Over.
Roger that.
Hey, sanderson, I need extra security on these humvees!
I'll go. I'll take my team, make sure they get back okay.
Do it.
- Struecker, you're lead Humvee. - Hoo-ah!
(Shouting)
(Sighs)
Man 1: (Over radio) First three vehicles mount up, we're moving back to base.
Struecker: Move out! Man 2: Go! Go!
How are things going? Things okay there, struecker?
I don't want to talk about it now, colonel!
I'm busy.
Thomas: Sergeant pilla's hit!
Christ, he's fucked up!
Mcknight: Is anyone hit?
Struecker, talk to me!
It's sergeant pilla!
What's his status?
He's dead.
Pilla's dead, sir.
C-2, this is mcknight. We have a kia Dominick pilla. Over.
Harrell: Roger that.
Struecker: Get on that 50!
Someone get on that 50!
Hoot: It's mine.
(People screaming)
(Shouting in Somali)
Three guys with rpgs, coming up on your side now!
(Yelping)
Stay with it! (Alarm blaring)
Wolcott: Thisis 61. I'm hit. I'm hit.
Harrell: Super 61 is hit. He is hit. Wolcott's bird is hit.
You want to pull those pcls off-line or what?
Right, babe.
- (Grunting) - Come on.
(Alarm continues blaring)
61 going down.
Matthews: 61 is going down. He is going down.
Man: Super 61 is going down. Harrell: 61 is going down.
Super 61 is going down.
Man: 61 is going down. I repeat, super 61 going down.
61 is going down.
Hold on!
(People shouting)
Ah.
(Screaming)
(People screaming)
Harrell: We got a black hawk down. We got a black hawk down.
Super 61 is down. We got a bird down in the city.
Super 61 is on the deck now.
Get an mh-6 on site. Check for survivors.
Send in the sar bird.
I want ground forces to move and secure a new perimeter around that crash site.
Can you guide the convoy in there?
Matthews: Roger that.
Garrison: Well, move quick.
The whole damn city will be coming down on top of them.
Star 41, come inbound and see if you can land at the crash site.
Pilot: Roger that. Star 41 inbound.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
We just lost the initiative.
(Gunfire)
25, this is 64. Over.
This is 25. Over.
25, chalk four is closest to the crash site. Over.
64, I can't see the crash site. Over.
295, it's due east of you. You will find it.
Leave a security element in place.
Take the rest of your chalk on foot to the crash.
Check for survivors. Secure the area. All other chalks will follow. Over.
(High-pitched feedback)
25, do you read me? Over.
Roger that.
Galentine! Schmid!
Go get yurek.
Get twombly.
Hey, there's a black hawk down.
Twombly, Nelson, you're gonna stay here.
You're gonna hold this corner and then exfil with the humvees.
Galentine, schmid, you're coming with me.
All right? Let's go.
- Hoo-ah? - Men: Hoo-ah.
How come I got to stay back here?
Because you're dependable.
Ohl
all right,
let's go!
I hate being dependable, man.
(Wind howling)
(Indistinct chattering)
Harrell: Juliet 25, hostiles advancing, parallel west to your position.
Be advised, women and children among them. Over.
Hit the wall.
Incoming!
Grenade!
Go.
We still got guys inside!
All right, all right, I'm gonna go to the crash.
You take the rest of the team. I'll finish loading the prisoners.
Negative! We're gonna proceed to the crash site together.
Secure the perimeter, wait for the humvees. Roger, sir?
- Roger that. - Follow my lead.
Sarg'nt, are you receiving me?
Yeah, I heard you. We should be leaving, sir.
All right, we need to move out now!
I'll finish loading the prisoners
- and pick you up at the crash site! - All right.
Let's move out!
Moving out! Go!
Mcknight: Get in! Get in the truck!
Move!
Move it!
Eversmann: Grimes!
Man: Eight o'clock!
Hey, grimes, stay away from the walls.
Hey, grimes. You okay?
Yeah!
Let's go, Maddox.
- C-2, convoy's moving out. - Harrell: Roger that.
Maddox, look at these jerks! These idiots!
Go, go! Right, Maddox, right! (Bullets ricocheting)
Nelson: Twombly, the convoy is leaving!
Hey, twombly!
What?
I think they've forgotten us. “What?
It doesn't matter.
Man: (Over radio) 63, confirm.
We've got skinnies moving in from all directions.
We need to get them help now.
Harrell: Indigenous personnel advancing to wolcott crash site.
Say again. Over.
A lot of people closing in.
(Garrison sighs)
How far is chalk four from the crash site?
- Harrell.: Six blocks, sir. - They need to haul ass.
- (Indistinct radio chatter) - (Gunfire in distance)
(Man shouting in Somali)
- (Groans) - Get down! Get down!
Scotty, are you okay?
No, don't go back!
- (Screaming) - Get down! Get down!
Technicals!
Got them!
(Groaning)
Six o'clock! Move, move!
Come on. Get out of the way. Whoa!
Go! Go, go, go!
Go, go!
(Crowd shouting)
Come on!
Yurek, leaving!
Yurek!
Come on!
(All shouting)
(Groaning)
(Yelling)
(Gun clicking)
(Shushing)
(Shouts in Somali)
(Crying)
Harrell: Uniform 64, left turn. Left turn.
Romeo 64, I need to know before I get to the goddamn street!
You have to slow down. There's a delay.
From the time directions are relayed from surveillance to joc, then to me.
We can't slow down! We're taking heavy enemy fire!
We can't slow down!
Harrell: Danny, I'm getting information from Orion surveillance above.
Mcknight: So get me my fucking directions to the crash site!
Harrell: Danny, hold on.
I no longer have the best view of your route.
Mcknight: Just get your ass in the right place, god damn it!
What in the hell is the status of struecker's humvees?
Colonel harrell, eta to base, struecker's column.
Harrell: Eta to base momentarily.
Open the gate!
(All clamoring)
Man 1: Get him out! Let's go! Let's go!
Man 2: Come on.
Watch his head.
Easy.
Man 1: Blackburn. Blackburn, you hear me?
Man 2: Get him to a medic.
(People screaming)
Man: Star 41 is at the crash site to evacuate the injured. Over.
Matthews: Roger that.
(Man shouting)
(Groans)
I got you.
Easy.
Eversmann: Galentine, you all right?
Galentine, kurth, with me! Cover fire, now.
Full cover!
Hey, Jones. How many are in there?
Two pilots are dead, the two crew chiefs are wounded!
This guy's hurt bad. We gotta get out of here now.
All right. Go ahead.
(All grunting)
(Indistinct radio chatter)
26, 26, this is 25.
Is that you shooting up the technicals? Qver.
This is 26. Roger that.
Ditomasso, take the southeast corner. We're setting up a perimeter. Over.
This is 26. Roger that. Moving there now.
Move out!
Captain Steele. Captain Steele, come in.
Go ahead, 25. This is 64.
We got two wounded and we got both the pilots dead in the chopper!
We need a medivac over here now!
25 is telling me it's too hot to land a bird.
You gotta secure the perimeter first. Over.
Where are the humvees?
Be advised, 25, the convoy will be there.
They're encountering a lot of resistance.
64 out.
(Man screaming)
Harrell: You should see the crash directly ahead.
All I see 1s a roadblock!
All right, I'll have to figure out another way.
(Groans)
Give me a defensive perimeter so we can load the wounded.
Fire your weapon, othic!
(Breathing weakly)
Tell my girls I'll be okay.
Othicl!
Medic!
Hoo-ah!
Medic! Medic!
Joyce! Joyce! Come on, help me pick him up!
Mcknight: Get us off this fucking street!
Where's the crash site? Say again.
Keep going straight 200 meters.
Roger that.
Let's go!
Let's go, god damn it, let's go!
Hey, twombles. Come here.
The humvees ain't coming back, dude.
What?
Were we supposed to go to them?
I thought they were supposed to come to us.
Shit.
- I think we're supposed to go to them. - Shit.
Okay, let's go to the crash site.
Okay.
Just don't fire that thing so close to my head. I can barely hear as it is.
Okay, move out.
(Gunfire)
Shit! Get down!
What did I just tell you? I swear to god if you do that again...
Shut up!
(Groaning)
You okay? Nelson.
You all right?
What?
Man 1: Search and rescue bird on station inserting medics.
Man 2: Gol
Go, go!
Son of a bitch. C-2, this is 68. We've been hit.
Super 68, there is smoke coming from the top of your rotor.
- Advise you to come out now. - Roger.
Dropping last man.
Art, I've got skinnies with rpgs at 12 o'clock.
- Can you see them? - Go! Go!
Got them. Give me 90 degrees left.
(Both groan)
68 coming out.
Matthews: Super 68 is out. Over.
(Grunting)
Hey, wilkie, what's the situation in there?
Both pilots are dead.
25, we can't move these guys, Matty.
We'll kill them just carrying them.
- Stabilize in here? - Roger.
Stabilize in the bird. Repeat. Stabilize in here. Over.
Understood, wilkie. We got you covered. Over.
Super 64, come inbound and take wolcott's position.
Roger. 64 is inbound.
Matthews: Super 64, you all right?
Durant: This is super 64. We're good.
You sure?
You look like you got clipped pretty good.
Instrument panels are okay.
No, we're good.
Got a slight vibration in the pedals, but we're good.
All right, put her down on the airfield, super 64.
Have it checked out just to be safe.
Durant: Roger.
I'm getting a lot of movement in these pedals.
Check the systems again.
(Rattling)
(Alarm blaring)
We lost the tail rotor! It's gone!
64 is going down!
64 is going in hard.
64 going down.
We're going down. (Yells)
Get struecker's column back out there.
They need to get to durant's crash site fast.
- Harrell: Got another bird down. - I want them out of there.
All of them.
- (Indistinct radio chatter) - Matthews: Super 64 is out.
What?
(Indistinct radio chatter)
They talking about another hawk?
Captain Steele, we got to move or we're gonna get pinned down!
We're moving just as fast as we can.
You let me do my job and you do yours. Over.
- Fuck! Fuck! - Ruiz, stay down.
- I fucking... - Medic!
Fuck this!
Captain Steele, I'll take out the threat in the window.
We'll rally point at the gray building. Coming through, captain.
Sarg'nt!
All right, let's move!
- Let's move! Now! - Man: Move! Move!
Cover me!
- Let's go, let's move! - Moving out.
Sanderson: Friendly!
Friendlies coming through!
Let's go, let's go! Move up!
Come on, come on, come on!
Come on!
(Screaming)
Move up! Go, go, go! Move up!
What the fuck are you doing out there?
I'm doing my job! Now we got to get to that crash site!
We got to get out on that street, and we got to move!
- (Man screaming) - And you have got to keep up, sir!
Don't you ever give me orders, sergeant.
We are combat ineffective, you understand me?
We got too many dang wounded to move!
Then give me some of your shooters and I'll circle us to the bird.
Grimes! You're with chalk four?
Yes, sir!
All right, hook up with delta! Rejoin with sergeant eversmann.
The rest of you men, secure this position!
Treat the wounded, we'll wait for the convoy!
Then we'll rally at the crash site. Roger!
Come on, guys, let's go!
(Women shouting)
Goffena: C-2, I have two delta snipers, shughart and Gordon,
volunteering to secure crash site two. Over.
Matthews: No, super 62, negative that request. Can't risk another bird.
We don't see anything moving down there now,
we don't even know if anyone's alive.
A ground team is being organized to go in now.
Eta on ground team? Over.
Unknown, not long.
Do what you can from the air.
All right, gather around!
Durant's 64 is down. We're going back in to get him!
That's crazy. Is there anyone alive on that?
Doesn't matter, no one gets left behind. You know that.
- We're wasting time here. - All right.
Refit and Max out ammo and grenades, you got five!
Sizemore, where the hell do you think you're going?
- With you guys. - Not with that cast on you're not.
All right, all right, all right. Go get your k-pot.
Hey.
Talk to me.
I can't go back out there.
Thomas, everyone feels the same way you do. All right?
It's what you do right now that makes a difference.
It's your call.
Hoo-ah?
Hoo-ah.
(Indistinct chattering)
It'll probably help to wash the blood out of the humvees.
Sergeant struecker!
Sergeant struecker! Can I go, sarge?
- You got some ammo? - Roger that, sarge!
Hop in!
Wait!
Man: Let's go, Thomas. Get in!
Nelson, twombly, come in. This is galentine.
We need the position of the convoy. Over.
Nelson, twombly, come in. This is galentine. Over.
What?
Huh?
You said something. What? “What?
Fine.
I can't raise him, sergeant, I can't raise him.
Sergeant, let's get the fuck out of here and evac.
(Men grunting)
- Let's move out. - All right!
Back to the stronghold!
Come on.
(Wind howling)
Which way?
- That way, I think! - (Whispering) Not so fucking loud.
(Distant gunfire)
Rangers?
Who?
It's yurek! You fucking assholes!
Fuck!
Dude, we almost fucking killed you!
- Come to us! - Fuck you, come to me.
Sorry, sarge!
Dude, where the fuck have you been?
Never mind, you brought nod, right?
No. No, I didn't bring it, and you want to know why?
Because you said,
"you're not gonna need that, dude, we'll be back in a half-hour."
No, I wasn't saying it to you.
- (Grunting) - Nelson, cover this way.
Twombly: Man, we're gonna need night vision.
- Hmm? Huh? - What's the matter with you?
Oh, he's deaf. It's my fault. I, uh...
- We need to get out of here! - (Whispering) That way.
We can't be far from the crash. Which way?
I thought you might know.
Let's move out.
Ground forces have occupied several buildings along marehan road,
but they're all spread out.
Eversmann's chalk four has set up a perimeter
around wolcott's crash site here.
Ditomasso is in the adjacent structure.
Captain Steele and about 40 men, rangers, are here,
a couple blocks away.
They're banged up pretty bad.
He set up a casualty collection point,
I don't think they're gonna be able to move.
Sergeant sanderson and a small delta team
are moving from Steele's position to the crash site as we speak.
Draw off fire!
When this asshole stops to reload, cover Mel
= === -
again!
Loading!
Keep going! Keep going!
I'm jammed!
(Speaking Somali)
I got it!
No, shit!
Rpg!
You all right? You okay?
Yeah. I can hear bells ringing.
(Laughing)
Come on! Come on!
Gol
(all shouting)
Goffena: There's a crowd advancing six, seven blocks from the crash.
Shughart and Gordon again request permission
to secure until convoy arrives. Over.
General, crowd's in the hundreds now.
From where they are, they can see things clearer than any of us.
They know what they're asking.
Let me talk to them.
This is Garrison.
I want to make sure that y'all understand what you're asking for,
so say it out loud and clear.
We're asking to go in and set up a perimeter until ground support arrives.
And you realize that I cannot tell you when that might be,
it could take quite a while.
- Roger that. - You still want to go in there?
Yes, sir.
- Colonel harrell? - Yes, general?
It's your call.
Roger that.
Goffena, put them in.
(Mouthing) Motherfucker. Motherfucker.
(Screaming)
Rpg!
Mcknight: Set up your perimeter!
There's a fucking rocket in him, sir!
Othic, calm down, god damn it!
There's live ordnance, now get out! Get out!
Son of a bitch.
All right, lift him up! Lift him up! Easy, easy!
All right, get him in there! Good, good! Easy, easy!
Get in that truck and drive.
- But I'm shot, colonel. - Everybody's shot.
We need the prisoners! Let's go!
Man: (Over radio) Surveillance says to take hawlwadig, then go straight.
Mcknight, we need you to turn around and head back to hawlwadig.
You're shitting me! We just came through there!
There's gotta be a better route!
That's the info I'm getting from joc, you need to turn around and head back.
Roger that. Roger that.
I cannot believe this shit! Turn us around, Maddox.
They're trying to get us all fucking killed, aren't they, sir?
Just get it over with! Drive!
God damn!
Get us out of here, god damn it, drive!
(Screaming)
Keep your foot on the gas!
- Keep your foot on the gas! - (Grunting)
(People shouting)
(Speaking Somali)
(Man ululating)
Fuck!
Shit.
(Screaming)
Goffena: C-2, shughart and Gordon are on the deck. Over.
Harrell: Roger.
(Gun clicks)
Friendlies!
God, it's good to see you!
Ah, it's good to see you. How bad?
My leg's broken and my back feels kind of weird.
We've got to get you out of here, buddy.
- I'm pulling him out! Cover! - (Durant groans)
Wait, I... (Screaming)
I'm putting you down.
C-2, we're at the 64 crash site, securing perimeter.
Harrell: Roger that.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm good.
You're locked and loaded.
Any skinnies come around these corners, you watch our backs.
Where's the rescue squad? We're it.
(Screams)
C-2, you keep talking about the convoy.
I would dearly like to know where in hell it is. Over.
Harrell: The perimeter has to be tighter for the convoy.
Stay spread out like that and you're all liable to be overrun.
Mcknight: All right, stop, stop, Maddox. Stop.
Man: Son of a bitch.
Romeo 64, we're right back where we started.
I'm running low on ammo, I got many wounded including me,
vehicles that are barely running.
Harrell: Okay, Danny, I heed a ho-b.S. Assessment here.
Can you get to the crash site?
Colonel, I can't see shit.
Negative.
With the amount of wounded we have, we'd do more harm than good.
We need to come back to base, rearm and regroup and then we can go back out.
Roger.
C-2, bring them back. Get them out of there.
Roger. Return to base.
We're going home!
Let's go. Left.
Man: Roger that. Understand. Convoy returning to base.
(Grunts)
- What's up? - They're sending them back.
The convoy's headed back to base camp.
Oh, now that makes sense, don't it?
(Bullet ricocheting) We need to exfil the wounded now
and get the hell out of here before it's too late!
If colonel mcknight went back to base, then he had a good reason.
- It changes nothing. - (Sighs)
Eversmann: All right, listen up.
We're going to hold the perimeter and we're going to hold the strongpoint.
- Hoo-ah? - Men: Hoo-ah.
Conserve your ammo. Only shoot at what you can hit.
The convoy is going to come.
We're going to get home.
Loading!
Randy, I need a pistol mag!
(People shouting)
Loading!
(Bullets ricocheting)
Randy, last mag!
Gordy!
Fuck!
Gordy's gone, man. I'll be outside.
Good luck.
(Man shouting)
(Indistinct radio chatter)
We need the 10th mountain in there. Everything they got.
Pakistanis, malays, I want their tanks and apcs.
They still don't know we've gone in.
Look, we have stirred up the hornet's nest here.
We're fighting the entire city.
I want every vehicle possible that's got four wheels and armor.
Get it. Get everything.
Now, once they've assembled, we're gonna move our men out of the hostile area
and back to the Pakistani stadium, the safe zone.
- Now, let's go. - Roger that, boss.
(Groans)
(Screaming)
(All clamoring)
(Gun clicks)
(Breathing heavily)
(Clamoring continues)
(Groans)
(Gun firing)
(Durant coughs) (Speaking Somali)
Mohamed Farrah aidid...
Claims this prisoner...
Alive!
(Women shouting in distance)
(Men shouting)
On your knees! Get down! Get down!
Stay with me. You just got a bullet in the leg.
(All shouting)
Harrell: See where those tires are burning? All that black smoke?
Roger. I can see it, but I can't get there. Over.
Go 100 meters past it. That's the crash.
Negative. You don't understand.
It's roadblock after roadblock. You have to find us another route. Over.
There ain't one.
The only other route is all the way around the city.
Roger that.
Kilo 64, this is kilo 11.
Request permission to move to crash site number two on foot. Over.
Man: Green light, kilo 11. Green light.
Stop the vehicle. Let me out.
(Man chanting prayer)
(Sighs)
(Praying)
- What? - Don't you hear that?
- Is it the convoy? - No. No, it's not the convoy.
After I'm finished with this, I'll whip you boys up some margaritas.
The usual. Blended, no salt.
Man: (Over radiq) This is kilo 12. We've got to change our position. Over.
(Speaking other language)
Eversmann, come in.
Eversmann.
- Roger, who is this? - Sanderson.
Do not... I say again, do not fire to the east.
We are coming to you.
Understood.
Ditomasso and his men are on the southeast corner.
We need you on the northeast building.
Roger. We'll take it.
Hey, watch out for skinnies. They're all over the rooftops.
They're in prayer, but not for much longer.
Hold your fire to the east.
(Nelson yelps)
Eversmann? It's yurek.
I got Nelson and twombly with me.
We got the chopper in sight. Where are you?
We're on the southwest corner.
Where the hell have you been? Are you okay?
Yeah.
Hold your fire. We're coming in.
We got to go.
Shawn! Shawn, listen! Sergeant yurek's going to run first.
When he gets across the street,
he's gonna turn around and he's gonna cover you as you run.
Listen closely. When you get there,
you're gonna turn around and you're gonna cover me, okay?
You're not gonna just run to eversmann's position.
You're gonna stop, you're gonna turn around and you are gonna cover me.
It's important you understand that.
Okay, you ready?
Yeah, I guess.
Hey.
- Don't forget. - (Shouts) What?
Don't forget.
I got them in my sight, sarg'nt. They're coming up on the west gate.
I see them.
(Panting)
Let's move out.
Can you cover us, sergeant?
We got you.
Nelson!
Fuck!
(Panting)
(Screams)
Twombly!
Smith! Nol
you all right?
(Groans) (Twombly screams)
Get it off of Mel
get it offl (screaming)
Come on, man. Come on.
Doc! Need some help with Smith here!
(Screaming)
My leg! My leg!
Come on, Jamie, I got you!
Up, one, two, three.
- You're all right. - I need pressure on this wound.
Smith: My right thigh!
Schmid: Pressure, yeah. Okay?
- Are my balls okay? - You still have your balls.
I need more men in here.
- Twombly! Nelson! - (Smith screaming)
- Put him down there. - Oh, man, that really...
Schmid: I need that chair.
Smith: It really hurts! Schmid: Direct pressure on that.
It's okay, it's okay.
- Let me see it! - Schmid: All right.
All right, let me get a look at that.
Oh, shit! (Smith screaming)
Eversmann: Fuck!
- Smith: What the fuck was that? - It's all right. It's all right.
Hold that down. I need a medivac now.
Fuck. Galentine!
- (Screaming) - Schmid: It's all right.
Eversmann: Galentine! Get me captain Steele!
- Sarg'nt ruiz, how you doing? - Eversmann: Juliet 64, come in. Over.
They're not going to come and get us. They're not going to come for us.
I need you to suck it up, sarg'nt. I need you to focus for me.
- All right? Can you do that? - Eversmann: Juliet 64, come in. Over.
Now, can you hold your weapon?
Yes, sir.
Anybody comes through that door,
you give him two in the chest and one in the head.
- You understand? - I'm still in the fight, sir.
Eversmann: Captain Steele, captain Steele,
I heed a medivac in here how!
- Corporal Smith has been hit! - Hold on, 25.
(Gun firing) Still in the fight.
Captain Steele, he's hurt pretty bad.
- Steele: 25, we got wounded, too. - (Smith screaming)
You're just gonna have lo maintain your situation, over.
If he doesn't get to a hospital in a half-hour,
he's in trouble!
Steele: C-2, this is 64.
I'm requesting an immediate medivac
for a critically wounded at chalk four's location. Over.
Harrell: Command, chalk four is requesting medivac.
Can't risk it. It's still too hot.
Harrell: Captain, we cannot send in medivac at this time.
Sit tight. Over.
25, this is 64.
It's a negative on the medivac. It's not possible.
Joc cannot risk another bird.
- (Smith screaming) - You're just gonna have to hold on.
All right. I got him.
I want direct pressure on the wound. Yeah.
It's going to be all right. It's going to be okay.
(Screaming)
(Creaking) (Men shouting)
(Speaking Somali)
I think this 1s mine!
(Fires gun) (Men yelp)
Hoot: This is kilo 11. I'm at the durant crash site.
Harrell: Roger that.
Crash site two secured.
Soldier: Lieutenant colonel cribbs for you, sir.
Cribbs?
- Sir, they're still debating the route. - How long?
At least a couple of hours.
We haven't got that long, Joe.
Pakistani general says since we didn't deign to inform him of the raid,
it's gonna take some time to mobilize the 10th mountain and 100 vehicles.
You tell the general this.
I understand, but it is my duty to remind him
that my men are surrounded by thousands of armed Somali militia.
It is imperative that we move them out of the hostile area
and into the safe zone.
I need his help now.
Yes, sir.
Firimbi: Durant.
Michael durant.
Yes.
You are the ranger who kills my people?
I'm not a ranger. I'm a pilot.
Huh.
That's right.
None of you Americans smoke anymore.
(Scoffs) (Groaning)
You all live long, dull, uninteresting lives.
What do you want with me?
You have taken hostages.
We have you.
My government will never negotiate for me.
Then perhaps you and I can negotiate, huh?
(Durant clears throat)
Soldier to soldier.
Hmm?
Durant: I'm not in charge.
Of course not.
You have the power to kill, but not negotiate.
In Somalia, killing is negotiation.
Do you really think if you get general aidid
we will simply put down our weapons and adopt American democracy?
That the killing will stop?
We know this. Without victory, there can be no peace.
There will always be killing, you see?
This is how things are in our world.
(Dog tags jangle)
(Helicopter hovering)
Pilot: (Over loudspeaker) Mike durant, we won't leave you behind.
Schmid: You got to take over from me. Both hands.
It's the femoral artery, but I can't see it.
Which means that it's retracted up into the pelvis.
Which means that I have to find it and clamp it.
The only way to stop the bleeding. I got no more ivs.
So, I'm going to need you to assist. Okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Schmid: Now listen, Jamie.
I got to do something, it's going to hurt.
Okay?
I got to cause you more pain, but I have to do it to help you.
All right, you understand?
- Morphine. - I can't.
It'll lower your heart rate too far. I'm sorry.
Twombly, why don't you take his hands there?
I need you to hold the wound open, keep pressure on the top of the leg.
Yurek, you're gonna take the feet and a flashlight.
- On my count. - (Smith whimpering)
All right, Jamie. All right.
One. Two.
Three.
(Schmid grunting) (Smith screaming)
Wait, wait, wait. Okay. I feel it.
I feel the pulse.
I got it. I got it.
I got it, yeah. I got it.
- I got it. - You got it?
Schmid: Clamp?
(Schmid grunts)
I got it clamped.
Hold it. Schmid: Got it.
Here, grab it.
- It's tearing. - I got it.
- Doc, it's going back in! - Hold it!
Eversmann: It's tearing!
Okay. Get out. Get out. Hold the wound.
Okay, I'm holding.
Schmid: Move your hand.
(Gags)
(Schmid grunts)
What?
(Both panting)
Fix it?
Yeah, yeah. We got it.
(Sighs in relief)
What the hell are you doing?
It's all in the grind, sarg'nt. Can't be too fine, can't be too coarse.
Grimesy, you are squared away.
Sarg'nt, how would you like a nice hot cup of Joe?
Gold coast blend.
Sit down. I want to take a look at that foot.
- Oh, no, it's not a problem. - Come on, come on.
- Where the hell did they find you? - Behind a desk.
(Sanderson laughs)
No, really. What, you think I'm kidding?
Man: Is anybody hit? Sanderson: We're good!
Eversmann: You all right?
Man 1: Yeah!
Is everybody all right?
Man 2: Yeah!
(Man speaks Somali)
Incoming!
(Screaming)
(Speaking Somali)
Keep firing... faster!
(Man shouting)
Ditomasso's hit! Pull him out!
(Speaking Somali)
(Speaks Somali)
(Choking)
(Speaking Somali)
Ranger here. This is kilo 11.
This is chalk four.
We're at the southeast corner of the crash site.
Who's this? Qver.
This is hoot. I'm coming in with three friendlies.
I need some covering fire. Over.
- Roger that, kilo 11. - (Guns firing)
Hold your fire! Deltas coming in.
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
Ground personnel will have to Mark target positions with infrared strobes.
Get little birds on strafing runs and keep them going all night long.
If we don't hold back this city,
we're gonna have 100 caskets to fill by morning.
Yes, sir.
Colonel harrell, ground personnel at crash site one
will have to Mark the target
with infrared strobes in preparation for air strike.
Mcknight.
Between the 10th mountain and u.N, we got enough personnel, okay?
Danny, you guys do not have to go back out again.
Smith: I can't die here, man.
Schmid: You're not going to die, all right? You're not going to die.
I'm sorry.
You don't have anything to be sorry for.
You saved twombly. You did perfect. Yeah.
You okay, twombs?
Yeah, I'm... I'm okay, Jamie.
You did what you were trained to do.
You should be proud of that.
(Wheezing)
Be proud of that.
Evv? Yeah.
Do me a favor.
Yeah.
You tell my parents that I fought well today.
That...
And that I fought hard.
You're going to tell them yourself, okay?
Do you hear me?
All right?
- Are the humvees here? - They're coming, Jamie.
They're coming.
You just got to hang in there a little bit.
You hold on for just a little bit.
- You can do that. - I can.
I can.
It's nothing.
- It's nothing. - It's nothing.
Smith: Nothing.
Schmid: Oh, shit.
Hold the wound.
(Schmid panting)
Eversmann: Doc.
(Grunts)
Doc.
(Object clattering)
(Breathing heavily)
(Sniffles) It's okay.
(Distant gunfire)
Eversmann: What are you doing?
We need the ammo.
You did all you could here.
They should've sent a medivac. (Clears throat)
Right now we'd be out there defending another crashed chopper.
More men would get torn up.
Maybe.
See, you're thinking. Don't.
Because, sergeant, you can't control who gets hit or who doesn't.
Who falls out of a chopper or why.
It ain't up to you. It's just war.
Yeah, well, Smith's still dead.
If blackburn wouldn't have fallen, none of this would have happened.
Should have or could have, it don't matter.
You'll get plenty of time to think about all that later.
Believe me.
- (Sniffles) Yeah. - Sergeant, you got your men this far.
You did it right today.
You need to start thinking about getting these men out of here.
(Gunfire) (Helicopter passing)
Well, shall we?
(People shouting)
I need four guys in this corner now!
Man: Rpgi
man: This is barber 52 in position for gun run.
Jesus Christ. Look at that.
This is 25! I can see you. You're right above me.
Eversmann, I can't tell who's who down there.
Too much activity.
I'll Mark the target with a strobe! Over.
Roger that.
Eversmann: You see it?
Nah, I can't see shit.
- I'm putting it on the roof. - You're going to need some help!
Cover me.
Okay, guys, we're going to lay down some cover fire for him on three!
Ready?
One.
Two.
Three. Gol
(Grunts)
I got your position. I got the target. We're inbound and hot.
(Men speaking Somali)
Matthews: Y'all keep your heads down. We're coming back around.
Hoot: Copy that, c-4.
Steele: C-2, this is 64. Where the hell is the convoy?
We're getting fucked here. Over.
Harrell: They're half a click from your location. Hang in there.
(Men grunt)
Shit!
(Machine gun firing)
(Screaming)
Man: C-2, miniguns dry.
Request permission to return to base. Rearm. Over.
Matthews: Roger that. Second team inbound. Your station.
On your location, four minutes.
Steele: All right, they're here. Get the wounded ready to move.
Man 1: Move! Move!
Man 2: Lay down some cover fire!
(Indistinct radio chatter)
I thought I heard a noise out here!
Get your men loaded up. We're getting the hell out of here.
Yes, sir.
25, this is 64. The rescue column has arrived.
Will be at your location in about 5 minutes.
Prepare your men for exfil, sarg'nt.
Yeah, Roger that, sir! Roger that!
Five minutes!
The convoy is going to be here in five minutes!
I need a mag! Eversmann, I'm out!
Kurth, my last one!
The convoy is here!
Sergeant eversmann. I heard you guys needed a lift!
Yes, sir!
Bring your wounded right over there and start loading them up!
Hey, I got you. I got you.
It's okay. I want to walk.
Yeah, I would, too. Let's go!
Mcknight: Move! Move!
We get the pilots' bodies out, okay, then we go to the stadium.
We're running out of room around here.
Just gonna have to cram into every possible space.
Okay, 10th mountain provides security for armor,
walks us out of the hot zone.
10th mountain? No.
Sir, with respect, my rangers can provide rear security.
We'll walk you out of the hot zone,
then we'll jump on the last few vehicles.
Cribbs: Okay, let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Man 1: All right, you got him? Man 2: Yeah, come on.
Come on!
These things are fucking bullet magnets. Come on, let's go!
We go when I'm ordered to, soldier.
Man: Careful.
Easy. Go easy.
Easy.
Colonel, what is going on down there?
They're dismantling the entire cockpit around the body.
Well, how long is it going to take? I need an honest, no-shit assessment.
They can't say.
Danny,
no one gets left behind.
You understand me, son?
Yes, general.
You do what you have to do.
Roger.
- Mcknight: How much longer? - Forty-five minutes.
We don't have 45 minutes. “What?
We don't have 45 minutes. Do you understand?
Okay.
Mcknight: All right, come on. Bring him through.
Man 1: I got him.
Mcknight: Get all of his gear. Get the wounded out.
Man 2: Got you, sir!
Mcknight: Go, go, go! Move! Move! Man 3: Securing!
Move out! Move out! Let's go!
Fuck!
Hoot: Fire in the hole!
- Let's go! Move! - Let's go! Let's go!
Open up the hatch! We got men back here!
No room here! Go on the roof!
What's going on?
- The roof? - I'm not getting on no fucking roof!
- Sir. - No, no, it's full.
(Speaking urdu)
We're running out. Keep moving. Use the vehicles as cover.
Move it! Let's go!
All right, hold it up. Hold it up.
- Movel! - Go! Move!
Gol
(men shouting)
(Woman shouting in Somali)
(Woman screaming)
Get down! Get down!
Get down, lady!
I'm out of ammo!
Sanderson, I'm out of ammo!
Kurth: Don't you do it.
- What are you doing? - Don't you damn do it.
- Sanderson: Kurth, let's go! - (Grunts)
(Retching)
(Panting)
(Groaning)
(Grunting)
(All panting)
(Somali music playing)
(Children laughing)
(Somalis cheering)
(Soldiers panting)
(Coughing)
Man: All right. Easy.
(Laughs)
(Indistinct chattering)
(Groaning) Shit.
Bullet missed your jugular by about three millimeters.
- Don't move. - All right.
Man: Aim later. Let's go!
Gol
hurry up, hurry up.
Hey, don't let that man crawl. Somebody help that man.
Man: Help him.
Mcknight: Grimes, you did good.
Medic: Oh, shit! (Grunting)
(Indistinct chattering)
(Men groaning)
Where are the rest, major?
They're through there, captain.
Steele: Ruiz.
Hey, sarg'nt. Hey.
Captain.
Lorenzo. How you doing?
It went in and out, so the medic said I should be okay in a couple of days.
That's great news.
We're going after them?
You bet your ass we will. We got to regroup.
Don't go out without me.
Don't go back out there without me.
I can still do my job.
You get some rest now, okay?
Sanderson: Grimes.
Little short on coffee, but I got you some tea.
How you doing, soldier?
Can't feel a thing.
(Indistinct chattering)
You're going back in?
There are still men out there.
Goddamn.
When I go home
and people ask me,
"hey, hoot, why do you do it, man?
"Why? You some kind of war junkie?"
I won't say a goddamn word.
Why?
They won't understand.
They won't understand why we do it.
They won't understand it's about the men next to you.
And that's it.
That's all it is.
Hey, don't even think about it, all right?
I'm better on my own.
Hey, we started a whole new week. It's Monday.
Eversmann: / was talking to blackburn the other day
and he asked me, "what changed? Why are we going home?"
And I said, "nothing."
But that's not true, you know. I think everything's changed.
I know I've changed.
(Sighs)
A friend of mine asked me before I got here...
It was when we were all shipping out.
He asked me,
"why are you going to fight somebody else's war?
"What, do y'all think you're heroes?"
I didn't know what to say at the time,
but if he asked me again, I'd say, "no."
I'd say, "there's no way in hell."
Nobody asks to be a hero.
It just sometimes turns out that way.
I'm gonna talk to your ma and pa when I get home, okay?
(Somali music playing)
Ruiz: My love, you are strong and you will do well in life.
I love you and my children deeply.
Today and tomorrow, let each day grow and grow.
Keep smiling and never give up, even when things get you down.
So, in closing, my love,
tonight, tuck my children in bed warmly.
Tell them I love them.
Then hug them for me,
and give them both a kiss good night for daddy.
(Music playing)
Man: (Singing) The minstrel boy
to the war is gone
in the ranks of death
you'll find him
his father's sword
he's girded on
and his wild harp slung
his wild harp slung behind him
land of song
said the warrior bard
though all the world
befrays thee
one sword, at least
thy right shall guard
one faithful harp
shall praise thee
The minstrel fell
but the foeman's chains
could not bring
this proud soul under
the harp he loved
never spoke again
for he tore ifs chords
asunder
and said no chains
shall Sully thee
thou soul of love
and bravery
thy songs were made
for the pure and free
they shall never sound
in slavery
(Somali music playing)
(Music ends)