The Outpost

It's so goddamn black out there.

Pilots won't come here unless there's a new moon.

No moonlight.

Alisa was really freaked whenl told her I was coming here.

Do yourself a favor, man.

Don't call home.

Like Sergeant Romesha.

Fucks with his head too much to call home, right, Ro?

I'll call home when I'm ona bird out of this valley.

Until then, don't think about your wives.

Goddamn it, fuck.

Sir, sir.

Is he fucking smoking hash again?

Come on, Faulkner, for fuck's sake.

Black nightX-ray, this is Husky 2.

We're one minute from bringing the boys and deliver the blow.

Roger, that Husky 2.

This is X-ray.

Thanks for making our troop whole.

Unload on the right.

Home, sweet home, warriors.

All right, Sergeant.

Holy shit, guys, we're here.

Hey, how you doing, guys?

Captain!

How you doing, sir?

Welcome to the dark side of the moon, gentlemen.

Delighted, sir.

Jesus, Yunger, get your fucking head down.

Carter?

I'll get the supplies, sir.

All right, real men have arrived!

Hey, Central.

You guys are late to the party, man.

Got my fucking bunk ready?

Hey, new guys, bunks with the folded blankets are open.

Make yourselves at home.

Hey, you fucking pussies.

Where am I bunking, cowgirl?

I won't ask, if you won't tell.

Ah, shit.

Picking up tricks from the locals, I see, huh?

Good to see you, man. Good to see you, man.

Good to see you, bud.

God, you smell like a bag of dicks.

Well, I thought that was the musk you like.

Hey, not that one, Cherry.

That's Libert's.

Find a different bunk.

Who's Libert?

What the fuck, man.

Hey, show some respect, goddamn it.

Who's Libert?

Fuck you is who he is.

Put that down.

Go grab your bunk right there.

Grab your goddamn bunk, man.

Hey, nice to meet you, too, Sergeant.

There's no way I'm going underneath you unless it's

fucking made out of titanium.

You understand? MAN: What are you talking about?

I'm gonna kick that fucking ass, man.

You don't know what muscle looks like, boy.

Yeah, fuck you, too.

Come here.

Give me a fucking hug.

Hey, you can't move the castle diagonally.

I'm your superior.

I can move it however the fuck I like.

That's what I'm saying.

I don't think I would stand a chance.

At least we have a garden.

A real Garden of Eden.

Gotta be shitting me.

Look at this place.

Yeah, the Taliban have a nice fucking view of us,

don't they?

Fuck me, man.

Fucking retarded, I know.

They usually come up that draw, on the back side,

take a few fucking shots, and then

just, like, get the hell out.

Aren't we supposed to be on top of the mountain

to win this thing?

Don't be logical, Scusa.

Yeah, let's get moving.

This is a joke, right?

Not funny ha ha.

It's more like a black comedy.

Shit.

I love getting fucked in this shit bowl.

Man, we're not fucked.

Maybe this place is like an opportunity, you know?

Yeah, how do we protect this piece of shit?

Better question would be "why?"

What do you mean, boys?

Like they say, freedom ain't free.

Tighten this motherfucking right.

Good morning.

Hey there, Martin.

Hello, brother Martin.

Well, hello.

Must be the honkies.

Heard someone talking about freedom.

Speaking of a black comedy.

Already at it, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Working on a beast, this big motherfucker right here.

How'd it get out here?

Some colonel in Jalalabadhad something to prove.

Brought this big motherfucker over here

through these shitty ass roads.

Yeah, risked life andlimb, but just not his own.

Fucking officers.

Yeah, heard that story before.

Yeah, it's the Tali's favorite target.

They take at least one shot at it every day.

Hey, leave that dog alone!

What the fuck you doing?

Hey, hey, it's OK.

What the fuck was that?

The dog, it has, uh, fleas.

Yeah, we all have fucking fleas.

It doesn't mean you gotta fucking kill it, motherfucker!

Red Dragon, contact.

Taliban's firing from the olive garden!

Got it!

I see 'em, man.

I see 'em.

Fuck.

Woohoo!

Come on, you motherfuckers!

Asshole!

Fucking watch it, fucking Yunger!

What do we got?

Sir, we've got RPGs from the Olive Garden

and a fuck load of rifle fire.

Damn.

Bundy won again, huh?

I'm fucking out, Ro.

What?

Ugh, I only brought my starter belt!

Mace, mace, we need more 240!

Give me that 2-fucking-40, Mace!

This is LRAS 2, we need more ammo, over!

Let's show 'em some love with the 1-20s.

Willie and Pete.

Carter!

Can I help you, Carter?

What the fuck you doing with my 240?

What the fuck you mean?

Where the fuck is my 240 ammo, a man?

Mace said LRAS 2, which is a 50 cal.

Bullshit.

I said 240!

Go get my fucking ammo, man!

Well, then why didn't you say...

I fucking did!

Stop talking, and go get the right ammo.

Go, go!

Fucking Carter.

I mean, do your fucking job!

Mortars, this is X-ray.

Co wants you to put some1-20s in the Olive Garden.

I'll say again, 1-20s in the Olive Garden.

Over.

Thomson, we got Olive Garden, baby.

Here we fucking go again!

Let's light these motherfuckers up!

Whoa, ceasefire.

Mace, ceasefire!

We got 'em.

Woo!

Good job, fellas.

Oh, he gone.

Hey, baby!

Well, that really blew some minds.

Damn, that's cold, bro.

Too soon?

Mortaritaville saves the day again.

This is Red 2.

End of mission.

Target destroyed.

Thank you for your service, D-Rod and Thomson.

Oh, man, that was the shit, man.

I got it all.

You wait till you see this footage, boys.

Yunger, you dick!

Uh-oh.

Welcome home, Cherry.

You listen to me, Yunger.

You ever a fucking fire a weapon to me that close again,

and I'll fucking kill you myself.

Gallegos, stop.

Fucking understand me?

Gallegos!

Fuck you, Yunger.

You OK, Yunger? YUNGER: I'm fine.

You good, man?

Goddamn Cherry shoots over my fucking head.