"The Hurt Locker" movie script

The

text of the movie "The Hurt Locker" /
Translated by Mark Ball (U.S.A.) / The sound of Arabs shouting through a loudspeaker through the thunder

black screen
.

Subtitle:
The impact of battle is an addiction, powerful and deadly, because war is a drug.
———

The hum of Chris Hicks' electric engine and the creak of wheels running across the ground. The sirens, loudspeakers shouting, screaming. As the noise increased, the introduction faded out.
(Fade in)

Location, the streets of Baghdad, dawn, the subjective perspective of the robot camera
shows a dirty dirt road in a large-grain, low-resolution picture. We are driving forward at high speed close to the ground under the scorching sun.
Take a close look at the streets full of war remnants: empty bullet casings, rubber shards, animal dung - all these are presented through a strange, shaking perspective, which looks huge and terrifying.
We passed a squashed coke can, and the white letter "C" appeared on the screen extremely large, like a skyscraper, full of the whole picture. We hit the can and continued to rush forward.
A flying rag blocked our sight, and then flew away after we were bounced up by the uneven ground. A brief moment off the ground allowed us to catch a glimpse of the horizon and the dazzling sun, and then fell heavily on the ground. Continue to sprint on the dirt road.
(Cut to)

Location, the streets of Baghdad, a
rush and chaotic evacuation at dawn . Iraqi police and soldiers are chasing away civilians from some invisible danger.
(Cut to) The
remote-controlled "Claw" robot (a type of electronic equipment for the army's explosion-proof group worth 250,000 US dollars, also called "the bot"), is driving along a track on the side of the road, which we saw before The picture was taken by the small camera it carried.
Across the street, an Iraqi butcher in bloody overalls refused to leave his stall. The meat stall had nothing but sheep hanging on iron hooks.
Armored personnel carriers came with American troops coming from all directions, and the US Army infantrymen yelled "block here", "pay attention to your six o'clock direction", "stop the vehicle" and so on.

Subtitle:
Baghdad, 2004.

All this happened in a densely populated and noisy Baghdad neighborhood; the sound of gunshots and prayer calls from afar made this city under occupation/riot/civil war even more chaotic.

Location, street, Dawn
, the butcher pushed by Dawn was very angry, and several Iraqi soldiers forced him to leave his butcher's stall.

Location, street, dawn, subjective perspective of the robot camera
Through the low perspective of the camera, we can see a flock of sheep flashing past the camera. Masked women and old men in traditional clothes fled in a panic.
A few more American infantrymen came and drove the pedestrians who were behind from a garbage dump and the claw robot.
The screen is interrupted by static electricity from time to time.
When the picture is restored, we are approaching a pile of garbage covered with white plastic garbage bags.
No matter what it is, there must be something in this bag that makes everyone terrified.

Location, a street in the Middle East, the dawn
claw robot poked plastic bags and garbage dumps with mechanical tongs.

In the high area (Note 1)
, beside a Hummer, three members of the explosion-proof group (EOD, also known as the explosive elimination group) leaned over and stared at the laptop. The screen showed a picture of a garbage dump.
The man who controls the computer control stick is Sergeant J.T. Sanborn, a strong man with type A personality, a high school football star, conceited, outgoing, often with a friendly smile, and quick response to jokes...if you like, also You can punch your chin at any time. He is the boxing champion Ali with a rifle.
Sanborn: I think we scored a touchdown.

Low zone
The robot rolled over the dust and gradually approached the plastic bag.

High
Sergeant Matt Thompson stood beside Sanborn, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Although he is a chief officer, an impeccable professional soldier, he is still performing tasks that he is familiar with, but the annoying desert heat wave still has a lot of influence on his usual calm nerves.
Thompson bit the Snickers chocolate bar while observing the potential threats around him: a woman wearing a veil and two men standing in front of the window — they are all looking at him with an unpredictable expression .
Thompson turned to Sanborn to observe the work in his hands—the

laptop screen and
we passed the garbage dump. The flies are humming. The dust was everywhere, and the plastic bags were fluttering. Slowly moving forward inch by inch, to the edge of the bag we had glanced at before: a rusty cannonball with a wire attached to the warhead. Sanborn,

Gao District
: Hello, baby.
The screen pushes towards the warhead.
Thompson: Push in.
Sanborn: Can't push in.
Thompson: Can't push in? What's the meaning? Just treat it as your thing.
Sanborn: How about I treat it as your thing.
Thompson: Then you never want to go forward. I'll try.
Another soldier leaned over to look at the computer screen, apparently satisfied that he had such two comrades in arms. He is a professional sergeant Owen Eldridge, the youngest in the group, his mood is changeable, his mental fragility, but he sometimes shows amazing perseverance.
Sanborn: Wait a moment.
Thompson: No way. time up. This thing belongs to me.
They exchanged positions. Thompson stood in front of the console. They could see the improvised explosive device (IED) fuse sticking out of the rusty warhead.
Thompson: Did you see that?
Sanborn: 155 rounds, not bad.
Thompson: Yeah. It must be vigorous to explode.
Sanborn (calling via radio): Eldridge, we need to put some explosives.
Eldridge had already arrived with four C4 plastic explosives. These are the jobs that have been done countless times, and he knows when they want what.
Eldridge: Alright. It is estimated that four yuan is enough, a total of twenty pounds of medicine. Are we standing far enough?
Thompson judged the current situation. We saw the improvised explosive device at the far end—far, far away.
Thompson: The explosion will go all the way there (with fingers). The shell will pop there (with your fingers). Most teaching shrapnel will fall down in a beautiful umbrella shape. Some small shrapnel and shell fragments will come here, but we should be fine if we hide behind the Hummer. Get the robot back, let's go to charge medicine.
Sanborn: No problem. The robot is back.
(Cut to) The robot

near the plastic bag in the low area
drove toward them obediently.

The
angry passers-by at the end of the street were confined to an area by the Iraqi soldiers, but the irritable butcher slipped out when the soldiers turned to help an old man, and ran to his butcher shop quickly. Eldridge in the

high zone
assembled a simple body to hang on the back of the robot. A row of C4 plastic explosives was placed in the vehicle body.
Sanborn: Are you okay?
Eldridge: Everything is ready.
Sanborn: Okay. The body is in place. The robot moves.
The robot walked towards the lower area, dragging the car body and a coil of detonating wire, while Eldridge held the other end of the wire.
At this moment -
the flock of sheep just turned back, blocking the robot's route for a while.
Sanborn (laughs): Goat! Battered these beasts.

The low-zone
robot dangled in the empty street.

High zone
Thompson scanned the surroundings and found three Iraqi men standing on a nearby balcony, staring at him. A look of worry flashed across his face.

The low-zone
robot hit the soil slope, the wheel of the car body was jammed by a stone, the lock snapped open, the wheel fell off, and the device stopped moving. Everyone is worried in the

high area
.

The low-zone
vehicle body was completely stuck. Sanborn in the

high zone
fiddled with the lever a few times. Nothing happens.
Sanborn: The trailer was out of luck today.
Thompson (to Eldridge): Did you do this?
Eldridge: No. The U.S. Army did it.
Thompson: Looks like I have to go there.
Sanborn: Why, beside this beautiful neighborhood, you don't plan to wait any longer?
Thompson threw his helmet on the car in annoyance.
Thompson: I like this.
(Cut to)

location, Hummer, shortly after
Sanborn opened the "package" package. This high-tech equipment is like a combination of spacesuits and Michelin tires. It is cumbersome and complicated, and requires the help of two people—or a Sanborn—to put it on.
Sanborn bent over to help Thompson put his feet into the black boots of the suit, then buckled a row of Velcro buckles to tighten the armor, like a follower putting on a knight in armor.
Thompson twisted and put on his chest armor. His eyes were stern, he frowned, and glanced in the distance. That thing is a bad bastard.
Thompson: Good. I'm getting closer. This area looks okay. There are no wires. The sight is clear. If it doesn't seem to be a problem there, I will put the bomb on and we will blow it up. I want them to know that if they leave the bomb on the side of the road like this, we will blow up this broken road.
Sanborn: Are you ready?
Thompson: I want to eat a hamburger. Isn't it weird?
Sanborn: It's not that you blame it.
Sanborn sealed a glass plate in front of Thompson's helmet, and Eldridge connected the breathing tube.
Thompson (to the speaker in the helmet): This is "Broken One".
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): Received. "Burst one". You can go now.
Thompson walked towards the bomb alone.
Sanborn used his M4 rifle sight to observe the two Iraqi men on the balcony. They are laughing at the

subjective lens of the sight
. The threat is not big. Wearing an 80-pound smoked suit in the

lower area
, Thompson was sweaty and moved slowly, shaking up a piece of dust with every step.
Thompson (to the intercom): I am comfortable and warm here... one hundred and fifty meters.

High area, Hummer
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): I have received it. One hundred and fifty meters away from the target.
A crazy Iraqi boy just came out of a nearby building. He opened his hands, said hello, and approached Sanborn.
Boy: Hi, where are you from?
Sanborn shook his head and raised his gun.
There was always a nervous smile on the young man's face.
Sanborn: No way.
Boy: California? New York?
At this time the two were already close at hand.
Sanborn: Get out of here quickly.
Boy: Where?
Sanborn: This is not a fan meeting. leave here!
Sanborn pushed the young man hard, almost knocking him down.
Sanborn: Go!
The man ran away, looking confused and humiliated.
Eldridge - he was observing a burnt out car from thirty feet away - he saw the contact with his eyes, and said to the walkie-talkie - -
Eldridge: Again Made friends, Sanborn?
Sanborn (laughs): I haven't stopped all day.

Lower
Thompson walked forward.
A nearby car reflected a ray of sunlight, which instantly illuminated his face mask.
A young girl appeared on a porch in the distance with her baby in her arms, and then disappeared. Eldridge and Sanborn in the

high zone
stood by, staring at Thompson as they looked around. Thompson walked cautiously on the sand in the

lower area
.
Thompson (to the intercom): Twenty-five meters. Sanborn in the

high district
presses the walkie-talkie wearily.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): I received it, twenty-five meters. You have entered the kill zone.
Thompson (via the intercom): Thanks for the reminder.
Eldridge nodded. Everything went easily and smoothly.

In the low area, near the plastic bag,
Thompson walked to the detonator, picked them up, and walked towards the bomb.
Thompson (to the intercom): The detonator should be fine.
Sanborn (via walkie-talkie): Received.
Thompson carefully placed the C4 plastic bomb on the improvised explosive device.
Thompson (to the intercom): The explosives are set up. (Pause) Okay, go back.
Thompson stood up and looked at this tense empty street.
The whole war stopped for him, and he knew this very well.
Thompson began to walk towards the upper zone, carefully observing the path under his feet.
Thompson (to the intercom): Five meters.
Sanborn (via walkie-talkie): Five meters, received.

High area
Sanborn and Eldridge to recover the muzzle.

In the low area, near the plastic bag,
Thompson cautiously kicked the Coke can by his feet.

The
two in the high zone stared at Thompson walking back. Eldridge turned to Sanborn boredly.
Eldridge: Hey, Sanborn, do you know what is missing in this place?
Looking around, the filthy streets devastated by war, the earth-colored buildings, the endless dust and sand. It's dark everywhere.
Sanborn: I'm listening.
Eldridge: Grass.
Sanborn: So let's do grass planting business here?
Eldridge: Yes. I am responsible for selling grass --- you are responsible for harvesting. Let's call it "Sanborn Family Company". Definitely make a lot of money.
Sanborn: I like it. Crab grass, St. Augustine grass. I'm an expert. How about this? You can sell it---I will nurture it.
Thompson (outside the picture; through the intercom): 25 meters.
Sanborn (via walkie-talkie): Twenty-five meters. receive.
Eldridge looked up at the sun.
After seeing something moving in the butcher shop, he immediately raised the carbine.

The
butcher is holding a mobile phone in his hand. Eldridge

High Zone
: Sanborn—butcher shop—two directions! That guy has a phone!
Sanborn: Let him put down the phone ---
Eldridge rushed to the butcher's shop.
Sanborn raised his sight, but Eldridge blocked his view, and he couldn't see anything.
Eldridge (waving a gun and shouting): Hey, put that down—the
butcher nodded and raised his hand, as if to say "Wait a little longer."

Low zone
Thompson felt in trouble.
Thompson (to the intercom): Why is Eldridge running? Dude, just say something. Eldridge in the

high zone
ran hard.
Eldridge: Throw the phone away!
Sanborn ran to the side, trying to avoid Eldridge and see the situation ahead clearly——-
Sanborn (calling to Eldridge): Kill him! Eldridge, kill him!
Eldridge: Put the phone down!
Eldridge's legs trembled, and he pulled out his rifle to insure---the

butcher in the
butcher's shop smiled. Thumbs up to Eldridge.
His other hand was dialing. Sanborn in the

high zone
ran violently, but could not find the shooting angle.
Eldridge screamed frantically —
Eldridge: Throw the phone away! ! !
Sanborn: Get out of the way—kill him! ! !
Eldridge: I can't hit him! ! ! Thompson in the

lower zone
started to run. The eyes are full of fear.

The subjective lens of Eldridge's sight and
two telephone poles made it impossible for him to lock onto the target.

The butcher at
Eldridge smiled.
Close-up: Butcher's eyes.
Close-up: Finger presses the send button of the phone. Thompson in the

low zone
is running at full speed.
boom! ! ! ———
——— The bomb exploded a huge fireball.
———Thompson fell.
———His helmet is full of blood. At this time:
———The second explosion was triggered.
———The sky is full of dust, and a huge wave composed of a granular object is surging.
———Eldridge and Sanborn were swallowed by a storm of rubble and rocks.
———The scene after the explosion. The storm subsided slowly in slow motion.
———Sand dust passed Thompson's body silently.
(Cut to)

Location, Victory Camp, Funeral Affairs Warehouse
A conscientious funeral service soldier lifted the wooden cover on a large snow-white box.
Inside it was wrapped in plastic sheeting with the belongings of a soldier: a pair of boots, a toothbrush, a comb, and an American flag.
Sanborn stared at these things. Try to figure out the meaning of these objects.
Now we see that he is standing in a huge warehouse. This is the office of funeral affairs, and there are many of the same boxes stored in rows.
Funeral Soldier: You can put it anywhere.
Sanborn gently put Thompson's "dog tag" into the box.
Soldier: Is that all?
Sanborn: Yes.
The box is closed. Locked.
That's all. The soldiers leave.
Sanborn clutched the box tightly. Unwilling to let go.

Location, Victory Camp. During the day,
Sanborn walked heavily on the open space of the barracks, with rows of barracks and identical aluminum trailers on both sides.

Interior scene, the trailer is
in a conventional military trailer of the Black Man, and the roar of the industrial metal music of the "Cabinet" band makes the walls tremble.
Sanborn knocked on the door, heard it say "Ah, the door is open, come in", and walked in.
A man with a unicorn hammer in one hand and a cigarette in the other greeted him. This is Sergeant William James, his new boss.
Sanborn stretched out his hand and the two shook hands.
Sanborn: Sergeant James? This is J.T. Sanborn, brother.
James: Call me Will.
Sanborn: Company B welcomes you, and Victory Camp welcomes you.
James: Victory Camp? I thought it was a free camp.
Sanborn: No, they changed their name a week ago. "Victory" sounds better.
The awkward moment of speechlessness gave us the opportunity to take a closer look at James. Although this former Army Ranger in his early thirties was well-proportioned and handsome, he was a goddess, but his behavior always seemed a little weird. In this world full of outgoing young people, James' self-closing is very eye-catching. Sanborn discovered this feature right away, and was confused about it. The reason is that after so many years of battlefield killings and dismantling bombs, James has lost some of his ability to communicate with others, and his desire to communicate is even rarer. However, at this moment James still tried his best to behave like a normal person.
James: Okay. It seems that I did not go the wrong way. (Tiredly) Now that you are here, can you help me?
James turned his head to a window closed with a splint. He walked over and started to disassemble the board, letting Sanborn grab the other end of the board.
Sanborn: You better not take it down. There are often mortars here at night. The planks can block some debris. That's why it's sealed here.
James: It’s impossible to stop the cannonball falling from the roof — right? Also, I like sunshine... (embarrassingly) I feel sorry about Thompson, I heard that he is a good technician.
Sanborn: Yes, he is still a great leader.
James: I don't expect to replace him. I can only do my best to do my part.
Sanborn: That's great.
Sanborn's attitude towards the new sergeant is almost gentle, but James can't continue to be close.
He turned the volume up, picked up the still burning cigarette, and fell on the bed all at once - the whole movement was surprisingly smooth.
Then he said cheerfully ---
James: It's great to have a family.
(Cut to)

Interior, Hummer, Victory Camp
Sanborn was driving. James is in the co-pilot position. Eldridge was in the back seat.
Through the window of the Hummer, we can see that we are passing a long line of M1 Abrams main battle tanks. They were parked neatly, and all the horizontal surfaces were covered with sand.
Eldridge: How good, so many tanks are parked here, just waiting for the Russians to come and fight us in a tank battle.
Sanborn: I would rather have a tank next to me, just in case.
Eldridge: But they lie on their stomachs and do nothing. As soon as someone passes the Hummer, we are finished. Even if someone just looks at you weirdly, you are dead. Basically, as long as you are in Iraq, you are dead. Use a broken tank as a fart.
Sanborn: Shut up your fucking mouth, Owen.
Eldridge (laughs): I'm sorry. Just want to scare newcomers.
James shrugged.
James: I have also seen a little bit in Afghanistan.

Location, Victory Camp/outskirts of Baghdad, the
Hummer left the base in the morning and drove towards the city full of buildings.

Superimposed caption:
even the relief of distance B are: 38 days

interior, Hummer
Sanborn: Hey, Owen --- you fucking way I looked.
The Hummer plunged into the traffic. Eldridge climbed to the machine gun position on the roof of the car.

Location, Hummer
Eldridge kept a few half-empty bottle on the machine gun position.
He threw a water bottle at the car in front. The water bottle hit the rear windshield of the car.
The man in the car turned around annoyed. He saw the Hummer. Extend your middle finger to greet the Americans.
Eldridge (Arabic): Get out — get out!

Location, the streets of Baghdad, the
Hummer creaked in a slum in the early morning , there were rubbish everywhere, and there were dirt houses, which looked as dejected as its residents.
James got out of the car first and lit another cigarette. Sanborn followed him. Eldridge emerged from the turret.
The surroundings were empty, and their feet were stepping on Iraqi land - a place where everything could happen.
Eldridge turned the suspicious piece of plastic over with his toes.
James (looking around the deserted street): Where is the person who called us?
James walked along the street.
Sanborn and Eldridge looked at each other, thought "what's going on", and then followed. At the same time, some Iraqi civilians behind them are living their lives indifferently.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): "Victory Route", "Victory Route", here is "Blast M". Ask, do you have an updated position?
Command Center (voice-over; from walkie-talkie): This is the "Victory Route". negative. The numbers are as follows. Coordinates 3453
Sanborn (toward the walkie-talkie): I am standing here now, and I don't see any combatants.
Command Center (outside the picture): Wait a minute. let me check. Indeed, 3453
James, Sanborn and Eldridge continued to move slowly down the street. An empty Hummer appeared at an intersection.
James: We saw a Hummer.
Sanborn turned the corner from the opposite side of the street and approached the Hummer. He yelled to prevent anyone in the car.
Sanborn: Friendly!
But there is no response. The car is empty.
Eldridge looked in the car to check for blood.
James saw a small American flag waving by the window of a nearby building and walked straight over.
Eldridge (frightened): They gave up their vehicles.
Sanborn (also frightened): We found an empty Hummer!
James: Got it!

Exterior/Interior, Baghdad architecture, daytime
James glanced at a garden where six soldiers were resting, trying not to expose their fears as much as possible, while a Sergeant Carter tried to conceal his shame.
James: Good morning, boys. Don't tell me the bomb is here.
Sergeant Carter: Let's go outside, let me show you.
He went outside and pointed to a block in the distance.
Sergeant Carter: In that block, the mosque walked back about 20 meters. On the east side of the street, our intelligence officers said that they saw a wire in a pile of rubble — it might be an improvised explosive device. I believe in this man, I know him. Do you need to say something to him?
James: Leave it to me. , Let your people hide. (To Eldridge) Sergeant! Drive the Hummer over.
Sanborn was taking the robot down from the car.
Sanborn: What's wrong?
James: Take out the suit.
Sanborn: Where's the robot?
James: Let me deal with it.
Sanborn: What? Don't you want us to get robots to explore the situation?
James: Leave it to me.
Sanborn: The atmosphere here is quite tense, James.
James smiled. Sanborn glanced at Eldridge. Is he stunned or something?

After location, Hummer, a moment
Sanborn and Eldridge body squatting in front of James, to help him wear a suit.
Sanborn: You don't have to go, man, the robot is almost ready.
James: It's okay.
Sanborn put on his helmet.
Sanborn: I think it's better for you to relax a little.
The suit is all sealed, and James is ready.
James: Let's start.
James walked towards the lower zone, walking easily. He seemed eager to get close to the bomb, and even rejoiced for it, quite different from Thompson's cautious, slow gait.
The two looked at him behind them.
Eldridge: This guy is very aggressive.
Sanborn: He doesn't know the importance.

In the exterior scene,
James suddenly threw a round iron can, which was a smoke bomb, into the middle of the street without warning.
Close-up: The can exploded, emitting thick gray smoke.

Location, Hummer
Sanborn looked at the smoke-filled streets, a look of confusion, James figure gradually blurred.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): "Burst One", what happened?
no answer. James has completely disappeared in the thick smoke.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): "Burst one", what are you doing?
no answer.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): "Boom One", here is "Boom M". What's the matter with the smoke on the road?
no answer.
Sanborn (outside the picture; facing the walkie-talkie): Hey, James, can you hear me? What's the matter with smoke?
James (outside the picture; through the intercom): Distracting.
Sanborn couldn't see James.
He climbed onto the Hummer to look for an angle of observation. But I can only see it vaguely.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): Who is distracting? Is there a threat? (To Eldridge) Climb up the wall. Tell me what you saw, sergeant!
Eldridge leaped onto a thin stone wall nearby, carefully searching for balance with his feet.
Eldridge: I saw him. He is walking towards the lower zone.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): James, the smoke completely blocked my sight. How far are you from the improvised explosive device? Is it within a hundred meters?

Location, Baghdad street/road intersection
James (to the intercom): Ouch, I don’t know. I will notify you when I step on it.
The picture becomes James' subjective perspective: the city presents a strong, dreamy tone, and we seem to have somehow entered a state of wandering.
James continued to move forward, and the world returned to normal. He came to an intersection guarded by soldiers and Humvees at both ends. At this time -
a red and white taxi suddenly changed to rush past the guards guarded by the soldiers on the left.
The soldiers looked for cover and shouted contradictory orders—"Stop the car!" "Stop the car!" "Go back!" "Get out of the car!" The
taxi stopped in front of James.

Location, Hummer
Sanborn and Eldridge could hear cries, but residual smoke still blocking their sight.
Eldridge (calling to Sanborn): Car! vehicle!
A car stopped in front of him.

In the exterior scene,
James's phone rang again at the Baghdad street/road intersection .
Sanborn (outside the picture; via walkie-talkie): James, come back soon.
James drew a pistol and pointed it at the car...

Soldier
Soldier (to the walkie-talkie): The explosion-proof group pointed a 9mm at Haji in the car (Note 2). Do you want me to send reinforcements?

James
James (to the intercom): No need. It is difficult for the

driver's face
to tell whether he is just an impatient taxi driver or a militant on a suicide attack mission.

Location, Hummer
Sanborn (said to the soldiers by walkie-talkie): deny, deny. You are too close, the explosion will spread to the whole street. Back. Stay behind the corner. The explosion protection team has controlled the situation.

Location, Baghdad Street/Crossroad
James' muzzle is facing the windshield. The driver was expressionless.
The soldier whispered, "Get out of the car!"
James fired two shots at the road near the front wheel of the car.
The driver remained indifferent. Angry.
James gestured with a pistol.
James: Go here... go back.
James opened fire --- the windshield shattered into countless pieces. ,
But the car is still motionless.
James now pointed a gun at the driver's forehead.

Soldier
Soldier (to the walkie-talkie): Three or four shots. 9mm has reached Haji's forehead.

The James
driver slowly put up the reverse gear and reversed the taxi back to where the soldier was.
The soldiers rushed forward, dragged the driver out, and slammed to the ground.
The taxi was hooked and towed away.
James (to the intercom): Even if he wasn't a rioter, he must be by now.

In the low zone,
James continued to walk forward, paying attention to the threats around him - there was a man standing by the window on the side of the road, and two children in the other window.

Location, Baghdad street/stone pile improvised explosive device
, one of thousands of bombs in the city. James got closer. Two tires protruded from the gravel pile.
The moment of choice.
James quickly removed the rubble and rubbish, revealing the wires and shells.
He knelt beside the gravel. Touching the bomb.
Then carefully removed the bomb's detonator to make sure it would not come into contact with the metal edge of the shell.
He cut a wire leading to the detonator.
Then turned the shell over and cut the wire on the other side.
James (to the intercom): We're done. Can leave now. Sanborn,

High District
: Come down, Sergeant.
Eldridge: Yes.
Eldridge jumped off the wall.

Standing in the low area,
James used his big boots to clear the pile of rocks and found that there was still a twisted wire hidden on the ground.
James (to the intercom): Find a wire. Wait a moment.
James pulled it up bit by bit along the line, like uprooting a tree. The more you pull up, the more lines are exposed. , I can't seem to see the head no matter what.

The balcony
is overhead, and a young factory worker stands on a balcony high above, observing James who is pulling the wire.

Location, Baghdad street/gravel pile improvised explosive device
James was still pulling the cord, and finally found a large group of lines, with this group of lines as the center, there are many wires scattered around.
James (to the intercom): The second point!
He pulled up the string, and the second improvised explosive device was exposed.
Then I saw the third one.
Then there is the fourth one.
Then he found himself standing in the middle of a circle of improvised explosive devices. This is the daisy ring. One of the deadliest forms of improvised explosive devices. Sanborn

High
(to Eldridge): Go to the wall, Irving! (To the soldier) Find a cover. hidden.
The soldiers looked around for concrete buildings to cover them.

The balcony
worker left his original position and went down the stairs.
Our gaze followed him downstairs, cutting to the point:
James dealt with the bomb alone.
Close-up: James’ helmet—the exhaled heat misted the mask glass—his vision was blocked.
Close-up of the detonator:
Close-up of the feet going down the stairs
: The tip of the knife cut the wire and the

interior view. The construction stair
worker is about to reach the ground and is still going down.

In the location, Street
James spotted the workers walking down and accelerated the work at hand.

In the interior, the construction stair
worker started to run downstairs in order to keep up with James's quickening movement.

Outside scene, the street
worker came to the ground floor, opened the front door of the building, and walked into the street.
He looked at James.
James showed him the last detonator, indicating that all the bombs were no longer threatening.
The workers did not show any expressions.
He turned and walked towards an alley. Throw away a 9-volt battery while walking.
We found a thread sticking on the wall of the alley. If it is in the usual way, this battery can detonate the bomb.
(Cut to)

Location, Hummer, shortly after
James strode to the high zone.
Eldridge didn't know what to do with James. Sanborn did the same, but didn't intend to show it. Sanborn yelled roughly while unlocking the Velcro on the bomb disposal suit. James finally responded.
James: Not too bad, our first cooperation. What do you think?
Sanborn: I think cooperation means that I talk to you, and you have to talk to me.
James: Are we dating, Sanborn?
Sanborn and James face to face.
Sanborn: No, we are on a mission. My job is to protect your safety so that we can continue our mission.
James: Hey, this is a war.
James patted Sanbos on the shoulder and took a Marlboro from the Hummer.
Sanborn and Eldridge spoke in a low voice.
Eldridge: Only thirty-nine days left.
Sanborn: Thirty-eight. If we can live through today.
Sound precedent: Electronic sound from a first-person shooter game.

Interior view, headquarters, subsidiary office.
In a small entertainment area, Eldridge is sitting on the sofa and playing "Gears of War" in front of a flat-screen TV. Lieutenant Colonel John Cambridge, a combat pressure regulator, walked in.
Eldridge: Hey, isn't this Mr. "Be yourself", how is it, doctor?
Cambridge: Generally. How about you?
Eldridge: I'm fine. But I have some opinions on that song. What if my fate is to die on the side of the road in Iraq? I think this end is quite reasonable. This is a war. People will die at any time. Why is it not my turn?
Cambridge: You have to stop all these fantasies. Change the record in your head. Think of other things. Now, just now, what are you thinking?
Eldridge: Do you want to know what I'm thinking?
Cambridge: Yes.
Eldridge picked up his M4 rifle on the sofa and hooked his finger to the trigger.
Eldridge: I was thinking about this. Thompson is dead. (Empty shot. Knocking. He closes the bolt.) In this way, he survived.
Finger back to insurance. Empty shot again.
Eldridge: He is dead. He is alive.

Location, Victory Camp, big tent, noon in
Iraq during the day . The ubiquitous heat wave makes people breathless.
When James was walking in the base, an Iraqi kid stopped him and peddled pirated DVDs to him.
This kid named Beckham is a street gangster.
Beckham: Hey, what are you doing, buddy? Are you cool? Want to buy something cool enough? Exciting? do not want? Damn you! (Turns to James) Hey, buddy, buy some DVD? The latest product. Great.
James: How much is it?
Beckham: Five yuan for one, nine yuan for two.
James (think fun): Three and twelve.
Beckham: Three thirteen. Give you a discount without paying taxes.
James: No tax? nice.
Beckham: You are a clever fellow, you know. You are not the same as those with stinky faces.
James: Am I smart? You are a smart boy. Give me your best.
Beckham: Here you are. This is the best thing.
James pays. Pass him a cigarette.
James: No need to look for it. A cigarette? Are you kidding me? You can't smoke.

Interior view, Victory Camp, shower room,
Sanborn shaved in the mirror the next morning , besides that he was already wearing combat equipment and was ready to set off at any time.
James walked in slowly wearing a T-shirt and shorts, looking like he had just woke up.
James started brushing his teeth.
Sanborn: I have something to tell you before I leave.
James: Say.
Sanborn: Yesterday — that was not good.
James: I know. You will understand.
Sanborn wiped his face, trying to stay calm, he noticed that James had a tattoo on his forearm.
Sanborn: Are you a Ranger? I spent seven years in the intelligence department before going to the explosion protection group. We have performed combat missions in every shit pit on the earth. (Pauses) So I can always quickly recognize your kind of country stunners living on trailers.
James smiled.
James: It seems that you are on the right path.

Interior/exterior view, Hummer, United Nations Office in Baghdad. In the morning,
they drove into a parking lot, surrounded by people running out. Several hundred employees in Lianhewei were evacuating the office building, most of them white people in professional suits.
There is a blue car parked next to the building.

Superimposed subtitles: The
distance from the B company's change of defense: 37 days after the

Hummer passed a roadblock, stopped, James got out of the car and talked with an Iraqi police officer.
Due to his location, James couldn't see the blue car that everyone was avoiding.
Iraqi police officer: Behind the wall.
James: Did you see the wires? smoke?
Iraqi police officer: No. I did not see.
James: Then how did you know it was a bomb?
Iraqi police officer: The car was parked there illegally and the suspension was sinking, so there must be a heavy object in the trunk.
James: Why don't you just take a look and tell me what's in it?
Iraqi police officer: You want me to walk over? (Arabic) You are fucking sick!
(Cut to)

Exterior scene, office building, near the car. After a while,
James put on the bomb disposal suit and walked to the blue car next to the Hummer.
There are still employees in the building rushing out, seeing James in a bomb disposal suit, speeding up his steps downstairs.
James walked to a place less than twenty feet away from the car. stop.

On the balcony
on the third floor, a sniper from an armed organization was aiming. The soldiers did not see him.

The car—the
sniper fired a shot.
———The bullet hit the car.
———The car is on fire.
———A ball of fire spurted out of the fuel tank, like a blowtorch.
———We see the flames through James’ helmet.

Exterior view, street, near the office building.
"From here." The infantry on the ground outside the building yelled and fired at the sniper on the balcony with M4.
Their bullet hit the concrete wall, but did not hit the sniper. A group of soldiers rushed into the building.

Sedan
James turned and left, and walked to Sanborn, who was rushing over with the fire extinguisher. Eldridge followed Sanborn.

Location, office building, parking lot
Sanborn handed the fire extinguisher to James.
Eldridge: I'm going to do high screens!
James: No, Sergeant. Eldridge is with me. Sanborn, you come to take cover.
Sanborn was stunned when he heard this insulting order: In the current situation, high-point cover is something novices do.
Sanborn shook his head and ran towards the building.
Eldridge found a place at the top of a flight of stairs and squatted behind a low concrete wall.
James took the fire extinguisher and sprayed it at the raging flames. The tongue of fire licked his bomb disposal suit.
Sanborn ran upstairs at full speed.
The fire was under control.
He rushed out of the door of the roof and ran to the edge.
James: The fire was basically put out. The whole car was burnt black with some white flame-retardant powder.
Sanborn stood on the edge of the roof, looking at James and Eldridge downstairs.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): "Burst M" is in place.

Interior view, the car
James stopped. The fire has gone out.
He looked up at Sanborn and nodded.
Then he wiped the blackened car window and looked inside.
Sanborn scanned his surroundings in order to spot potential threats in all directions.

Location, Hummer/Street
Colonel Reid, a battle-tested officer with uniforms full of army badges and skill stickers, walked across the street to a place where the military doctor was dealing with a seriously injured sniper.
Reed's subordinates stood aside.
Reid (to the military doctor): What's your situation here?
Military doctor: Penetrating chest injury, but I stabilized him.
Colonel Reid (laughs): He can't hold on.
Military doctor: If we can set off within 15 minutes, he will survive, sir.
Colonel Reid (to give an order to Soldier A): He can't hold on.
The colonel turned and left. The soldiers surrounded the medics, blocking our view.
We heard two gunshots, and the sniper was killed —
(cut to) The gunshots from the

rooftop
reached the roof. Sanborn turned and scanned the surroundings. Then look at James downstairs.

Outside scene,
James Sedan tried to pry open the trunk with a crowbar, but was unsuccessful.
He then kicked and hit with a crowbar until the back cover bounced open, revealing - the
entire trunk was stuffed with South African 155mm shells, which were connected with a fuze.
James was taken aback, and the crowbar dropped his hand to the ground. Then he pulled off the quick release tab of the bomb disposal suit. The bomb disposal suit fell off. Then he took off his helmet.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): What is he doing?

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): I don't know.

Location, Car
Eldridge: What are you doing?
James: These explosives are enough to send us all to the sky. If I am going to die, I want to die more comfortably.
James handed the helmet to Eldridge.
James: I need a toolbox.

Exterior view, office building, rooftop
Sanborn looked at James and the car.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): What's wrong?
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): I'll get his toolbox. (Pause) Cover me, please.
Eldridge ran to get the equipment, and James continued to undress.
Sanborn watched all this.
An Iraqi youth with a civilian video camera across the street was also watching. Did not notice him before.
Eldridge ran back with the tool and handed it to James. James walked to the car and turned on the flashlight to check the trunk.
smoke. electric wire. bomb.
James (to the intercom): There are many fuses. Electronics.
He cut a thread.
James (to the intercom): I'm looking for a detonator.
Sanborn nodded, feeling the danger on the roof, completely exposed.
James got into the back seat and pressed the cushion.
James (to the intercom): Not in the back seat, I don't think so.
He cut open the seat with a knife. Pull out the foam inside. But there is no wire.
James (to the intercom): No. Not in the back seat.

Outside view, office building,
Sanborn on the rooftop spotted a young man standing on the balcony at nine o'clock. He raised his rifle while beckoning to the man.
The young man also waved to him.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): I saw a person on a balcony at your nine o'clock direction. Staring at him.

Exterior view, office building, parking lot.
Eldridge raised his hand below to indicate "received"——-understood——- and glanced nervously at the surrounding buildings.

Interior scene, the car
James disassembled the door in the front seat, and the door and window seals were torn off, leaving only the metal door frame.
James (to the intercom): Not in the front seat...not in the door...not in the floor...not in the glove box.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): If you haven't found it yet, it might be somewhere under the car.

Interior view, Car
James (to the intercom): There is no line going down. Above...somewhere.

The location, the office building, and the rooftop
Sanborn kept moving, so as not to become a fixed target. He was very disturbed by the current situation.

Exterior, office building, parking lot.
Eldridge found a person holding a camera on a roof at twelve o'clock.
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): Can you see a person with a camera?
Sanborn (outside the picture; via walkie-talkie): No. Where?
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): It's in my twelve o'clock direction. see it? He is using that thing against me!
James pierced the back of the chair with a knife.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): No. I can't see it.

Location, office building, parking lot.
Eldridge raised his rifle and gestured to let the man leave.
The man ignored him and continued shooting.
Eldridge panicked.
Eldridge: Just at my twelve o'clock --- twelve o'clock direction!

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn ran to the edge of the rooftop and saw the person Eldridge was talking about.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): Yes, I saw him. Yes, he is suspicious.

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge raised his gun.
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): What should I do?
Sanborn (outside the picture; via walkie-talkie): Be smart. Make reasonable judgments.
Eldridge was panicked.
(Cut to)
James is pulling the wire in the car more and more frustrated, muttering softly: "More wires that don't know where to connect."
Sanborn (outside the picture; via walkie-talkie): Hey, James, you how's it going?
James (to the intercom): Very good. How about you?

Exterior scenes, office buildings, rooftops
around Sanborn and Eldridge, more and more faces began to emerge.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): We have been here for a while. We have to leave as soon as possible. There are many people watching us.

Interior view, the car
James ignored him. He is in a situation of selflessness, and the athlete's attention is all on the game.
He walked again along the existing line. Thinking.
Sanborn (outside the picture; via walkie-talkie): We have to get out of here.
James (to the intercom): Yes. I have to figure this out.
Sanborn (outside the picture): James, we have to get out of here.
James ignored him.
Sanborn (outside the picture): James, did you hear that?
James threw the helmet communicator out of the car.
The communicator fell heavily to the ground.

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): I'm sitting here and waiting to die.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn saw a soldier downstairs helping an old lady to evacuate. The soldier looked up at Sanborn and gave him a thumbs-up gesture.
Sanborn: How about the following situation?
Soldier: The field is cleared.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): The building has been evacuated. We can leave and let the engineers come to clean up the mess.

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): Are we leaving now?

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): sure.

Sedan
James pulled out the car's radio. Suddenly - the car's wipers swept across the windshield, making a harsh sound.
James (muttering): Interesting.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn: What's the matter with James? He does not answer me.

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge: I think he took off his intercom.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn (speaking to Eldridge via walkie-talkie): Can you let him resume radio communication?

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge (calling to James): Hey, James, Sergeant Sanborn asks if you can put on the intercom.
James raised his hand and held out his middle finger to Eldridge.
Eldridge (speaking to Sanborn via walkie-talkie): No. There are no doors.

Location, office building, rooftop
Sanborn began to pace like a lion in a cage.
He noticed three people on the minaret behind him, and waved to them.
Sanborn: I found three people on the steeple. At six o'clock.

Interior view, the car
James is still working hard. He got out of the car, opened the hood and looked in. Hope to find the source of the thread.

Location, office building, rooftop/parking lot
Sanborn: What the hell is he doing?
Eldridge: I don't know — it looks like it's checking the oil.

Sedan
James unplugged a cord. The wiper stopped the terrible cry.
He returned to the car and checked under the steering wheel.

Location, office building, the rooftop is
on the spire, and the angry, unwilling man is surrounded by two more people. They point to Sanborn and then to James and Eldridge downstairs.
They waved at the person holding the camera. He also waved to them.
Sanborn (to the walkie-talkie): They are talking to your cameraman.

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): This is very bad.
Sanborn (outside the picture; via walkie-talkie): Find a concrete guardrail to cover it.

Location, office building, parking lot
Eldridge (to the walkie-talkie): I can't see James here.
Eldridge stood up.
Sanborn (outside the picture, via walkie-talkie): Squat down. quick!
Eldridge drew back. He can't figure out what to do now.
Eldridge (to James): It's time for us to go!

Interior scene, Sedan
James ignores Eldridge and continues to do what he has at hand. Finally, below a ball of thread, he found what he was looking for: a black box.
He slowly removed the lid of the box and took it off. Then he threw the black box away. The box flew out of the car.
James got out of the car. Shout to Eldridge——
James: We're done... Sanborn, let's get out of here!
He picked up the communicator, waved to Sanborn, and told him to come down.

Exterior view, office building, rooftop
Sanborn knocked open the door and walked down the stairs.

Location, office building, parking lot. Before long,
James was flushed and sweaty and walked towards the Hummer with a contented smile.
Sanborn rushed over furiously.

Interior view, office building, Hummer, soon after
James sat in the Hummer and lit a cigarette.
James: It's pretty good.
Sanborn put his head into the car window.
Sanborn: Hey, James.
James: What?
Sanborn punched him in the jaw and the cigarette was knocked out.
Sanborn: Never take off your phone.
Sanborn strode away and James jumped out of the car.
He leaned down and searched under the Hummer. He found the cigarette, cleaned up the dust, and then returned to the car.
He looked at Sanborn calmly again, thinking about this man.
While James was smoking a cigarette and looking at Sanborn, two Hummers rushed into the parking lot at high speed.
Several soldiers got out of the car, one of them was Colonel Reid. The soldiers followed him. The colonel strode to Eldridge.
Colonel Reed: Are you the one in the bomb disposal suit?
Eldridge: No, sir. That is Sergeant James. He is here. (To James) Someone wants to see you.
James came back to his senses.
James: Hello, sir.
Colonel Reid (pointing to James): Are you the one in the burnt car? Sergeant James?
James: Yes, sir.
Colonel Reid: Okay, that job was really boring. You are a madman, do you know?
The colonel turned his head to face an adjutant.
Colonel Reid: He is a madman, you know? (Turns to face James) Let's shake hands.
James: Thank you, sir.
Colonel Reid: How many bombs did you drop, sergeant?
James: I'm not sure.
Colonel Reid: Sergeant, I'm asking you a question.
James: One hundred and seventy-three, including today's, sir.
Colonel Reed: One hundred and seventy three? This should be a record. Tell me, what is the best way to remove these things?
James: It's the way to survive.
Colonel Reid: Good point. He also speaks like a madman. very good.
(Cut to)

Location, Victory Camp, sergeant's trailer. In the afternoon,
James was sitting on a stool under the camouflage net with a cigarette in his hand and was observing a circuit board.
A football rolled over to him.
James picked up the ball. The kid selling DVDs, Beckham, ran over to fetch the ball.
Beckham: Here it is.
James: Don't worry. See who is coming. Give me five dollars, buddy.
Beckham: Five dollars—why? Are you crazy?
James: Those DVDs you sell me are rubbish.
Beckham: No, you are crazy. That is impossible. That's Hollywood special effects.
James: It's all swaying, the focus is imaginary, buddy.
Beckham: Special effects! what do you want? Donkey hairpin? Girl and dog? Tell me what you want! are you gay? Do you want a gay movie?
James was surprised by the boy's boldness. He started to like this kid.
James: What is your name?
Beckham: Beckham.
James: Oh, yeah — the same as the one who plays football? Are you as good as him?
Beckham: Better than him, brother.
James stood up. Beckon the child to stand a little away.
James: Okay, make a deal with you. If you can block the ball, I will give you five dollars ---
Beckham: --- five dollars? I prefer ten or twenty.
James: But if you can't do it, the ball will be mine. Is it successful?
Beckham: Deal.
The boy ran to a simple goal. James is ready to play.
James: Are you ready? One, two -
he kicked the ball towards Beckham, the ball flew, but Beckham easily caught the ball. His skills are good.
James: ————Three. Oh shit.
Beckham walked over, holding the ball in his hand, and he found the bomb sticker on James' uniform.
Beckham (pointing to the sticker): Hurry up, where is the five dollars? You are an explosion-proof group. Explosion-proof group --- boom boom boom boom. It’s fun, isn’t it? Gangster?
James did not expect such a problem. Don't know how to answer.
James: I think so. Listen, boy, I’ll buy another DVD. If this time it’s still shaking or imaginary, or incomplete, I’ll cut off your head with a blunt knife. (Pause) I am teasing you.
James held the child's head affectionately with his arm.

Interior, Camp Victory, garage
Eldridge lying below Humvees being repaired something, psychiatrist went up to him.
Cambridge: How's it going?
Eldridge: Very good. The brakes are a bit harsh.
Cambridge: How are you?
Eldridge: Very good. sleep well. eat well. It feels all goes well.
Cambridge: I'm glad to hear you say that. How do you get along with the people in the group?
Eldridge: Our team is very good. The leader makes me great.
Cambridge: Are you telling the truth, soldier?
Eldridge: No, I mean, he will kill me. I almost died yesterday. But at least I was killed on the battlefield, "proud and strong".
Cambridge: This is not necessarily the worst moment of your life. Going to the battlefield is a once-in-a-lifetime experience in life. It can be fun.
Eldridge: You came to this conclusion after extensive observation on the battlefield?
Cambridge: I have fulfilled my due diligence.
Eldridge: Where is that — Yale?
Cambridge: Look, you can stop talking to me at any time. These treatments are voluntary.
Eldridge thought about it.
Eldridge: I thank you for talking to me. But you have to come out from behind. See what we are doing.
Cambridge: I will when it is necessary. Like all other fighters.
(Cut to)

Location, Baghdad, "Purgatory". During the day,
we were at the southern end of an explosives destruction area. This area was also called "Purgatory"-a wide open space full of bullet craters.

Superimposed subtitles:
Distance from B even change of defense: 17 days

bang! ! !
An earth-shattering explosion, the biggest one we have seen so far, exploded a mushroom cloud of rubble.
We crossed the destruction zone and came to the explosion-proof team members standing next to the Hummer.
Sanborn held a remote-controlled detonator in his hand and was about to trigger a second explosion.
Sanborn: Are you ready for the second time? Detonation alert. Detonation alert.
James interrupted him happily -
James: Wait a minute. I may have forgotten the gloves there.
James jumped on the Hummer and drove towards the low zone, the opposite of where we came.
There is a long distance from the explosive, at least half a mile.
Sanborn and Eldridge watched his figure drift away.
James looked very small beside a lot of explosives.
Sanborn looked down at the detonator in his hand. Eldridge noticed his move.
Sanborn: These detonators often misfire.
Eldridge: What are you doing?
Sanborn: I'm just saying that bad luck often happens. They will go off fire.
Eldridge: He will disappear instantly.
Sanborn: His helmet should still be there, you can keep it. There will be some burnt hair in it.
Eldridge: Yeah, you should be able to find a half-drawn helmet...some hair.
Sanborn: We have to ask for changes in technology and specifications to ensure that such accidents do not happen again. You have to write a report.
Eldridge: Are you serious?
Sanborn: I can't write.
Eldridge: No, I said you really want to kill him?
Sanborn stared at Eldridge. Extremely serious.
They looked at their group leader, the man who caused them all the torment.
He found the glove and waved his fist in celebration.
(Cut to)

Interior/Exterior, Hummer, the
Hummer is driving on a desert during the day . Keep driving forward.
Outside, the horizon is composed of sand, rock and the sun.
Inside, a man suffering from war syndrome.

Location, Hummer. During the day, the
Hummer climbed up a hillside and entered an area guarded by a heavily armed man. The man was covered with a turban, his ethnicity was unknown, and he was waving an AK-47 in his hand.
Behind him are four armed men of unknown ethnicity, as well as a large but unpowered SUV.

Interior scene,
Eldridge standing on the turret with Hummer squeezed his finger on the trigger of his 50-point gun.
Eldridge (calling down): Twelve o'clock direction. I saw an SUV. I saw four armed men. They are equipped with Haji's equipment.
Sanborn: I understand.
James: Be careful, guys.
Sanborn (to James): We have already come in.
James: Eldridge, don't get down on the machine gun.

In the location,
the man wearing a headscarf on the Hummer stopped waving and walked towards the Hummer. Sanborn brakes.
James and Sanborn jumped out of the car, were on high alert, raised their guns and shouted at each other: Put down the guns! hands up! Kneeling on the ground!
The man in the turban did not obey, and instead yelled at them, but his voice was drowned by the desert wind.
Sanborn: Raise your hand!
James: Eldridge, cover!
Eldridge: I'm staring.
Sanborn (loud command): Kneel down! Kneel on the ground, bastard! Hands on your head! Hands on your head!
The man in the turban finally nodded to his men and told them to put down those scary weapons.
Then he put down his gun... carefully disconnected the shoulder strap.
He knelt on his knees and crossed his hands on his head.
Under the cover of James and Eldridge, Sanborn ran forward and yelled excitedly, poking his M4 fingers.
When he got closer, he realized that there was still a pistol stuck in the man's lap.
Sanborn: The pistol—take it off immediately.
Man with a turban (English): What do you want me to do, raise your hand or take off the pistol?
Sambo: Raise your hands.
Man with a headscarf: Okay.
Sanborn reached for his pistol. The gun got stuck in the holster before it was successfully taken out.
Man with a turban: Can I touch my head now?
Sanborn: Slowly.
He slowly unwrapped his headscarf...
It was only then that we discovered that this man was not an Arab at all, but a dark-skinned, bearded Anglo-Saxon: a former British Royal Airborne Special Service (SAS member, He is now the captain of the mercenary — at this moment, he is already annoyed by the surprise of the Yankee.
Captain of the mercenary: We are on one side. You guys who are nervous enough — you know?
James: You are here What are you doing here? This is not a place for a picnic.
Captain Mercenary: We have a tyre. Can you help?
James: Of course. Do you have a spare tire?
Captain Mercenary: There is a spare tire, but our wrench Used up.
James: How come the wrench is used up?
Captain of the mercenary (pointing to a mercenary named Faisal): That guy—he threw the wrench out and hit someone.
Sanborn (to Faisal): You don't have to throw a wrench, you know. It can be shot here.
Faisal: Fuck off.
They walked back to the mercenary's car, where two prisoners of war with black cloth on their heads and tied hands were kneeling awkwardly on the sand.
(Cut to)

Location, road, soon after
calming down:
Faisal squatted on the side of the flat wheel, tightening the screws with a wrench.
Another mercenary—his name is Jimmy—is drinking water for two prisoners of war.
The remaining two mercenaries, Chris and Charlie, stood quietly near the SUV on alert.
Sanborn stood conveniently on a sand dune.
James and Eldridge are chatting with the mercenary captain. He is bragging about how valuable his two captives are. They are on the wanted playing cards.
Mercenary captain (pointing to prisoner of war): Caught in Najaf. Heart 9-Club J.
Eldridge: Is it the two of them?
Captain Mercenary: They are.
James expressed his appreciation politely. He found that Faisal had a problem there.
James: Do you want to help?
Captain Mercenary: What happened to the tires? Why is it still not good?
Faisal: Things are not good, boss. This wrench is too small.
Eldridge: I remember there is another one behind the Hummer, you can check it out.
Faisal: Thank you, I will check it out.
Faisal walked towards the Hummer of the explosion-proof group.
Captain Mercenary: How long have you been here?
James: I don't know. Sergeant, how long did we stay?
Eldridge: We have... uh... seventeen days.
James: But who would count this, right?
Faisal came back with the newly found wrench, and at this moment
a bullet hit him in the back.
———He immediately fell to the ground.
Mercenary captain: Crossfire on the left! Crossfire on the left!
———The mercenaries and soldiers all started shooting at their left hand, pouring a large amount of aimless fire into the desert.
———Another bullet flew over with a hissing sound, almost hitting one of the mercenaries.
There was chaos: everyone fired in all directions. The mercenaries crawled to their SUV under the command of their captain to get supplies and ammunition. The captain yelled "Jimmy, get the first aid kit", "Charlie, get Barrett." "Chris go and use 50", "Go to the nest", etc.
Chris got into the turret of the Hummer and fired in all directions.
The soldiers looked around for shelter.

Location, a mountain nest
near the mountain nest, shooting is still purposeless.

Hummer
Chris emergence of large-caliber machine gun already smoke. The cartridge case turned red due to the high temperature spun out, and large-caliber bullets continued to hit the desert. But the enemy is still invisible.

Mountain Nest
Eldridge (screaming): What are we shooting at?
Sanborn (responding loudly): I don't k

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