SEAL TEAM VI: JOURNEY INTO DARKNESS | Full Action Thriller Movie | Zach McGowan, Ken Gamble

(film projector clattering) (dramatic orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music) - [Man] Five on, this is Ghostrider four-four on approach. Am I clear? - [Man] Ghostrider, five one, you are clear for landing, runway 440. Five-X-ray, 5.3 .2 knots, .40 southeast. Nice and easy, over. - [Sydney] The tension continues to rise in the Middle East, Jason. As expected, U.S. military bases in the region are on extreme high alert as American forces mobilize and naval fleets continue their path to the P

ersian Gulf. You'll remember it was August 2nd of last year. It took just two days for a man who some call the bagman of Baghdad to invade the oil-rich country of Kuwait. (radio chattering) - [Man] You are clear for takeoff. You are clear for burn. - [Sydney] In an early morning raid, Saddam Hussein deployed more than 800 armored tanks, 100-plus command/op helicopters, and 150,000 troops, much more than the Kuwaiti army expected. Just today, the U.S. Pentagon confirmed the president's authorizat

ion for strategic air strikes over the skies of Kuwait City and parts of the northern border. But the real showdown is yet to come. A massive U.S. and coalition force made up of over 23 countries is on its way. And one thing is certain: Troops will hit the ground and soon. Sydney Banks reporting. - [Man] Roger that. This is the last com. Monitor will continue for pure security. 100 nautical miles. 10 degrees on my heading. - [Davis Voiceover] It was a day I'll never forget for a lot of reasons.

I kept thinking to myself, this must be a dream. But I didn't wake up. I just didn't. Truth is, we live in a dangerous world, a world where the helpless call on the strong at their darkest hour to do what's necessary. I don't pretend to have the answers, and hell, I don't even know the questions. You see, it's my job. It's my job to do what's necessary. - [Man] Requesting for immediate medical evac. We will guarantee... - [Man] Eagle five-six inbound. We've got wounded seal personnel. Request me

dical on deck on touchdown. - [Man] Davis, do that again, I'll kill you my fucking self. - [Man] Biochemical warfare is real, ladies and gentlemen. You remember your training. (explosion booming) - [Davis Voiceover] The decisions, the choices, they're not always easy. Why? 'Cause the clock ticks, the politicians deliberate, and the world waits. The bodies, fucking bodies pile up in the thousands like human anthills. - Hussein might not be a bright man, but I think he grew a brain on this one. -

Christ. Captain, I want Mack's team on the plant, and that's not up for discussion. Get on the horn. Do it. (dramatic orchestral music) - [Man] 3.273 miles. - [Man] Copy. This is USS midway. We have priority one communication, over. - [Man] That's fucking bullshit. - [Man] You'll be making housecalls. - It's over there. - Heavy fire. - [Man] Davis! Get me my goddamn medevac now! - [Man] Four hours, that sun's gonna come up, and you're gonna have more Iraqis on you than you can shake a stick at.

- [Man] Zulu confirming Alpha target. We are on the move. - [Man] Go for strike. - [Man] I told you he wasn't ready! - [Man] Got you to the radio! - [Man] Get that changed. I'll kick your fucking ass. (explosion booming) - [Davis Voiceover] We were the first team deployed. First in the water. God damn. And there I was going in country, but this time, there were just five strong against 100,000 Iraqis. (guns firing) (chuckles) Fuckin' A. Seal Team VI. We go hard or we go home. - [Man] Davis, get

some cover. Get some cover. - [Man] We're 20 miles away from our waypoint. - [Man] Get your asses out of there now! - [Man] We did not come here for this. - I know we're in the grid. Light up this beach or we're all gonna die. Do it now! (vocalizing) - [Man] Seal Team VI has been located, sir. Stateside, joint training with FO. detail, sir. Master chief Mackefy is assembling the strike force as we speak. I've also read your inquiry, Mr. Chairman, and I know you and the president want some answer

s fast. Seal Team VI exact location is classified. - It's what? I'm chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee, captain, I believe I have proper clearance. - [Man] With all due respect, sir, I believe you don't. - That's ridiculous. I have level one clearance at Langley, the DOD, and Homeland Security. You're telling me that I don't... - Look! Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? Seal VI is our first and last option in matters of counter-terrorism. These men are handpicked by Mack himse

lf, and no one pushes the envelope farther. Nobody. - That's what I'm afraid of. Mackefy is a liability. And this thing stinks of a political nightmare. - [Man] Political? - Yeah, political. You want me to sign off on funding this operation? And I'll tell you right now, the president isn't so optimistic either. - Well, we don't train for optimism, Mr. Chairman. And you're gonna pay one way or another. I can promise you that. - I don't think I like your tone, Commander. - Then let me lay it out r

eal nice. You're gonna pay professionals to get this job done, men who were trained in these types of situations, or you're gonna pay to Bury a whole lot of American boys, my boys. And that political nightmare you talk about is gonna get real dicey then. - This isn't a game. - No, I don't play games, Mr. Chairman. I train men to do what's necessary, and sometimes that's ugly, so fuck the politics. You got a choice here. - The hell I do. You've only given me one option. - Well, fortunately for yo

u, it's the right option. - And I'm supposed to take your word for it? - Yes, I've trained these men... - Mackefy's a loose cannon, and you know that. You realize what this is going to cost me? - [Chambers] Gentlemen, if I could interject here, sir? - By all means. I'm sure you're just chockfull of good news too, Captain. What the hell is your mission plan? - [Chambers] One team, 24 hours. Truth is, Mr. Chairman, we could drop every bomb we got. We need men on the ground, eyes on. - What we need

is definitive confirmation. - These guys are real cowboys. Hell, we've tried to court-martial the son of a bitch twice. - That's right, but these men are the best at what they do, and that's doing bad things to bad people. - Black ops, shit, they killed two dignitaries in Serbia! - Well, that's just bad company and bad luck, don't you agree? - You don't have to deal with this shit. I'm ass deep in the problems these people have caused this administration. - Come on! Having lunch with five war c

riminals and an arms dealer is a good way to get yourself killed. - Now, that's cute. Real cute. One team. That's your plan? - Yes. - The sheer distance between these targets, the probability of these guys staying covert is not good and you know it. And the intel we got suggests that the VX and nerve gas sites are now mobile, for Christ's... - Yes. Yes. We got ourselves a real situation here. Now, I can run this up the flagpole till my hands bleed, but time is something we don't have. The presid

ent listens to you, Mr. Chairman. Now it is time to let the big dogs run, and I mean right now. - Christ. - [Chambers] I concur, sir, 100%. - Get Mackefy on the comm and get him in the air. - Yes, sir. - I'll see what I can do. - Thank you. It's the right option. - Don't you dare thank me, 'cause you're gonna owe me big time. And if this thing goes to hell and I go down, you can bet your ass I'm taking you with me. Hoo-rah! - No. No, see, you've got to earn that. You have yourself a good day, Se

nator. - This is Mack. Go for comm. - [Woman] Yes, sir. Socom coded relay awaiting uplink with USS Midway. Stand by. - Midway. - Where the hell are they? - Davis. - Persian Gulf. Strike distance easily in the next day or so. 300 or 400 sorties already flown. - Desert shield. We're back in the game. - You guys are aware that we're not supposed to be back in rotation for another 90 days. I still got guys in recovery. - [Woman] That ended seven minutes ago, sir. (dramatic orchestral music) - [Chamb

ers] Mack, this is Captain Chambers. - This is Mack. Go ahead. - Mack, listen, I heard what happened in Serbia, and I know you guys are a little banged up, but I need to put you guys back in the way. (guns firing) Mack, come in. - We're headed to the helo now, sir. We lost our comm operator, Perkins. We're down a shooter. - [Chambers] Replace him. Listen, Mack, we got a highly volatile situation developing here in the Gulf. I need you guys on that carrier by 0600. Do you copy? Mack? Mack, come i

n. - I do, sir. Anywhere, anytime. - [Chambers] You're damn right. - So? - So nothing. We got a hop to catch. - Come on. Let's go! Move your ass. Go, go, go, go. Let's go, gentlemen. Let's go. Line it up. I have deployment orders effective immediately. Operation Desert Shield. Make no mistake, folks. This ain't no pantywaist grab-ass. We are at war. In exactly one week's time, American and coalition forces will engage the enemy on Kuwaiti soil. 600,000 Iraqi troops and 2,000 mechanized tanks hav

e been confirmed on the ground. Thousands have died, and I can guarantee you this: It's as hostile an environment as you have ever been in before. Now, we've got special forces on the ground right now as we speak. More operators are gonna be deployed in the coming days. Mr. Saddam Hussein, somebody kill him for me, please? He's gassed the Kurds 39 times, killed over 5,000 of his own people. That was back in '88. But yesterday, he had the balls to draw a line, guys. He said if American troops, he

's talking 'bout you, folks, engage his armies, then we will witness the mother of all battles. I think it's what he put it. "The mother of all battles." Well, I guess he didn't figure on his daddy stopping by. Hooah! - [All] Hooah! - You're goddamned right. - I don't have go orders or a mission plan. - Support? - [Man] Today's mission... - Seal II's already on board. - They're flying us halfway around the world for support. That'll be the day. Where the hell is Tito anyway? - Fort Bragg. He's t

esting our new jump rigs. Get this, crazy bastard volunteered. (speaking foreign language) - [Tito] This piece of shit. - Pretty crazy. Sounds like fun. - [Man] You're gonna kick his ass in his own backyard. - He's coming. - [Man] Probably be up your ass quicker than shit through a goose. - Davis, grab a bag. - Fuck yeah. - Biochemical warfare is real, ladies and gentlemen. You remember your training. This here will save your life, but it will not prevent you from doing your job, and that's putt

ing a boot in somebody's ass. Hooah! - [All] Hooah! - You got that weapon on your side for a reason. We gonna use it. There's thousands dead. Lot of people dead. We will defeat our enemies and we will not fail. Are we crystal? - [All] Yes, sir! - Dismissed! - [Man] Six-five on-line. Power up. - Man, I'm supposed to jet in three days. I got two Brazilian honeys lined up, little bungalow by the beach, all the mojitos I can drink. Did I mention I have two Brazilian honeys lined up? Two. - Damn sham

e. What do you think, Will? Think we should give him a pass? Let him sit this one out? - Yeah, just try to leave without me. See what happens. - You and your honeys. My wife's got me home this weekend looking at drapes for the baby's room. Fucker. - [Man] Six-five, this is tower. Clear for taxiing. Get it up there. Let's go. - [Man] Roger that, Lieutenant. (radio chattering) - Hey, newbie, you're carrying my bag today. - So how do you like working intel for my team? - Sitting on my ass. Worst jo

b I ever had, sir. - Good answer. Major. - [Man] Master chief. - Thank you for the escort. - That's what we do. Tell the chief this conversation didn't happen, this flight's not being logged, and you boys were never here. (dramatic orchestral music) - We're never anywhere, sir. - [Man] Copy, tower. (helicopter blades chopping) - Looks like they're sending out Mack's team? Something must need fixing. - Nah. Mack doesn't fix things. He breaks them. (radio chattering) - [Man] I've got MP. Traffic o

n some kind of escort. I wish someone would tell me what the hell's going on. (siren wails) - I will break you, Davis! If it's not today, it will be tomorrow! If you are gonna be on this goddamned team, you will earn your stripes! Do you hear me? Do you smell that? That is jetwash. You got to love that shit after lunch. Whoo! How many times have I told you, Davis, I want you covering the six. - [Man] Yes, sir! - [Man] Black Knight 200, you are cleared for takeoff. Yankee, bird dog, zippo. Go for

burn. Good hunting, gentlemen. - Davis! Stay in formation! We don't like training. We love it! - [Man] HQ, we have another coordinate. Mission recon target Delta. I hope we can give you some good news, Captain. - [Man] Roger that. Angel 10, on deck. - [Man] You have a call. Communication from the captain. Report to 101 Bravo. Eighth place, at one. - Oh, we're working today, aren't we, Davis? I got a great eye for talent, Davis. You better start showing me something. We earn our stripes every da

y. What the hell are you doing? Keep moving! Damn, I keep trying to break that kid. What do I got to do to break you? (jet engine roaring) - [Man] On the deck right now. - What the fuck is this? Deck is ours, motherfuckers! Come back later! (guns firing) - [Man] Contact! Get on the line! Pump some lead, ladies! (guns firing) - Yeah, you bitch. - [Man] Contact! Frontside focus. Let 'em have it! Secondary kill shot. Let 'em have it! (guns firing) (suspenseful orchestral music) - I don't know. I th

ink he's gonna get his 72 virgins. (jet engine roaring) - [Man] Shut down deck one and two until further notice. You want to shut down an airport during wartime? The answer is, put a seal team on board. And the rumors are true, folks. God damn. That is Seal Team VI. (panting) - What are you doing, man? You call those push-ups? They don't teach you how to do push-ups in the rangers? - Yes, sir. - I don't know about this new guy, chief. I don't think he wants it. - You might be right. Will, what's

our count? - 146, chief. We're goin' all day, Davis. - Why don't you just quit, newbie? Get yourself a cupcake or something. (laughter) - Shit, if you don't want one, I'll take the motherfucker. (laughs) - Ooh! - Uh-oh. - [Man] All right. - [Man] He's mad. - Come on! (excited chattering) - Oh, you want it now? - Let's see what you got! - Come on! - Davis. - Ow! - I'm still beating you, bitch! Come on! Come on! - Get it! Oh, go get some! - [Man] Go get that morning glory, baby. - Ah! (gun firing

) Look at that. The old man outshooting the young buck. Now, that's how it's done, boys. (laughs) Got any questions? That's how it's done. Davis, get over here. You dropped something. - Uh, no, sir. - No, sir? What, are you questioning me? Calling me a liar? - No, sir. - You dropped something. Welcome to the family, kid. - Ah, what's up, brother? Love me now, brother? Come here! Come here, seal! (laughter) Come here, Seal! You think you're tough? - You're an ugly fuck. - You're an ugly fuck, but

I guess since you're my brother... - [Man] You are not a good-looking man. - [Man] You're a seal, so you'd best... - Thank you, sir. All right. - [Man] Fucking shit. - All right. - All right. Take care of this guy. Hey, chief, wait up. Lovely work, chief. - Take care of this guy. - We're gonna be in a shitstorm soon. I can feel it. When we going in, chief? - I don't know. - The fuck you don't. - [Man] I knew, I thought we were gonna break you. - Hey! What, are we on vacation here? Get those mag

s reloaded and get back on that line. - Yes, sir. - That soon, huh? So, uh, think our new boy, Davis, is ready? - He's ready. - Yeah? - What'd I say? - See, my guess is we ain't gonna be tiptoeing on this op. - Relax, Roberts. This ain't his first time out. The kid'll be just fine. - Yeah, well, he's never been out like this. Never like this. - [Timmons] This is Admiral Timmons. Go ahead, Mr. Chairman. - We can read density in those canisters. Christ, that's twice the VX we anticipated right the

re. - [Timmons] Well, I'm glad you're up to speed, sir. Are you calling to pull the plug or pull the trigger? - [Man] Look, I know you sent for Mack's team for a reason. I need you to cosign and bottom line this, Admiral. Is this mission plan even possible, because the last one was half as complicated, and it went to hell. Can they get this done? - As you were. Master chief. - Sir. - Gentlemen. I know you've heard the scuttlebutt the last few days. Air superiority ain't gonna get it done. Not to

day. It's time to earn that handsome salary of yours. - Sir, what do you need us to do, sir? - Penetrate the city. Pinpoint targets for surgical strike. Captain? - My guys will provide air cover. Spectre gunships, tomcats, and stealth, if you need it. Not gonna bullshit you. We're still working out the insertion with Jamal, our Iraqi contact. It will be hot. - Time is critical, gentlemen. In four days, our troops will engage the enemy at the Kuwaiti border. If that dumb son of a bitch decides to

gas our boys along with the Kuwaitis, well, they're gonna need to bring along a shitload of body bags. - Sir, rules of engagement? - Recon by fire. I was asked my opinion if I thought Saddam would even use nerve gas. I don't even remember my answer. And I don't give a good goddamn yes or no. Tonight, it leaves the playing field. Is that clear? - [All] Yes, sir. - Yes, sir. - Good luck, gentlemen. You hop in one hour. Dismissed. (dramatic orchestral music) Say, aren't you getting tired of this s

hit? Us dinosaurs still at it. - You know me, sir. Outnumbered, surrounded, complete and solid truth, it keeps me young, sir. - Failing's not an option on this one, Mack. - Never is, sir. (radio chattering) - [Man] Is this hop what I think it is? - Give 'em hell, son. - I intend to, sir. - [Man] Roger that. You got 'em, raven. All the way. (radio chattering) (radio chattering) - [Man] Command, call for Angel. Your course setting is one-eight-four. That's one-eight-four for coastal chop. I have p

riority one information. Charlie 0-six-one, forward motion. Neutral stop on my mark. Do you copy? - [Man] I copy that, sir. One-eight-four, Angel five on you. - [Man] One more to take home, son. Anything and I do mean anything is considered hostile. Call it priority one, over. - [Man] Copy, loud and clear, sir. - [Woman] Number one-one, you are one-zero for helo. - [Man] Roger that. One-zero for halo. - What the fuck are you looking at? - [Davis] Man, you okay? - [Man] Yeah. You? - Good. - You l

ook tense, man. - It's good. Really good. - Don't you fucking say it. I will fucking kick your ass, motherfucker. - This is where the fun starts. - [Man] Part of the ride, right? - [Mack] Enjoy the ride. - Drown proof? - Afraid of sharks, Davis? - No, sir. I am not. - Sir? (laughing) We'll find out today, won't we? - Hey, listen up. Let's do this right out there. No mistakes. In and out. - Mistakes? Hell, no. We're ghosts tonight, baby. - Hey, you feeling adrenaline going? It's just like trainin

g. Hit it hard, and hit it fast. No footprints. - Cover our six. You can count on me. - If you fuck up any of those calls, the birds stop coming, and if the birds stop coming, Davis, we die. And before that happens, I will personally put a boot square in your ass. - [Man] Head up! Go time. We're go! Go, go, go, go! (dramatic orchestral music) (radio chattering) (parachute snaps open) (water splashing) - [Woman] We have splashdown. Zulu is in play. Repeat: Zulu is in play. - [Mack] Circle up on m

e. - [Man] I got it, chief. Davis, keep up. - [Mack] All right, take us in, Slick. No dog paddle. (vocalizing) - [Man] Two-four to HQ. Zulu is dark, captain. Raven two-four in a holding pattern. 1.068. We got 'em, sir. - Roger that. - Lock in GPS. Show me. - [Man] 2.8, range, three miles. - It's gonna be a long night, gentlemen. A long night. (dramatic orchestral music) (panting) (guns firing) - [Mack] Will, sight that Ridge. - [Will] Copy that. The Ridge is clear, chief. - [Mack] Come on, ladie

s. - Grab his legs. - Confirmed: Zulu is on the beach. Proceed to target. - Time to go to work, gentlemen. - [Man] We got small armor to the north, at least a platoon, maybe two. Shit. - Watch your spacing. Tito, get on that Ridge. Tell me what the hell that is. Let's go, six. We got no time. - Move it! Davis, get me some good news. - [Davis] Can't do it, sir. The pass is locked. Full bunker, mounted .50s, and possible sniper. (tank blasting) (radio chattering) - [Man] Looks like we might have t

o thread the needle here, sir. (tank blasting) Standby for signature ID. (radio chattering) (suspenseful orchestral music) - I can hear it. What is it? - Got about at least half a dozen tanks, one half a click past that berm, 10, 11 tangos. We're not going around. You don't even want to know what's over that Ridge. - Fuck. - Call it, chief. Hey, unless we plan on low-crawling five miles, I say fuck it. We came to this party, let's dance. - All right. We're gonna go through them, gentlemen. On my

mark. Davis... - Yes, sir? - Dial it in. We are going hot, gentlemen. - Firestorm, this is echo one-eight. We have six targets. Four-two Alpha, T-one on the move. Northeast berm is a sleeper. - Four-seven-nine-nine-three-four clear for takeoff. Mission heading... (engine roaring) (radio chattering) - [Man] The lines are solid, sir. (jet engine) What are our orders, sir? - [Man] Echo one-eight zulu, our strike headings do not match. Confirm your position. - [Man] No, correction, four-seven Alpha

. - Jesus fucking Christ, man! You've got to be kidding me. - Four-seven Alpha. Four-seven Alpha, repeat. - You've got to be kidding me, man! Listen to that radio. Did the pilot hear you? - Don't fuck with me, man. - Hey, hey, hey! - I will fuck your shit up! - Hey! - Fucking army piece of... - You gonna get me killed? Stand down! - Fucking punk ass! - Stand down! Listen to me, we've got it. - Fucking ass. - [Mack] Got it. - Better fucking have it, sir. - Davis, four-seven Alpha? - Yeah, but the

train bends right there. - I do not need an explanation. - Tito, you, Will, get up here... Tito, you and Will, I want you both to take that Ridge. - [Will] Yes, sir. - All right? On my mark. And I don't want anyone dragging any ass. You got that? - [Will] Yes, sir. - [Tito] Chief... - Will. - This is some fucking bullshit with newbie Mickey mouse calling in air support for us. - We all got to die sometime, Slick. - Yeah, well, if that asshole kills me, I'm gonna be fucking pissed. - I got 50 bu

cks that says the pilot doesn't even have to guide it in. - You're on. Wait, how the fuck would you even know if the pilot guides it in? - If he's off target, you're not gonna live to collect, brother. - Davis, get up there. - Davis, do that again, you're not gonna live through the night. - You ladies can flirt later. Get your mind focused on the business at hand, please. - I'm always focused, chief. It's this kid I'm worried about. - [Man] Zulu, this is black knight three-one. Stationed on 110

route. D-O-T, five mikes. Both aircraft carrying 2x2 mark 83 guns. Smoke on deck, confirm? - Three-one, no smoke. Repeat, no smoke. Zulu requests one minute outcall. We are currently south 1,000 meters. Final attack code is two-two-four-zero-seven-zero. Do you copy? - [Man] Final attack code is two-two-four-zero-seven-zero. Ghost rider one minute. (suspenseful orchestral music) - [Man] Request in with heading two mark eight-three per aircraft. - [Man] I hope you got this right, one-eight zulu, '

cause we're about to shake the ground and wake up the dead. (vocalizing) - Cleared hostile. Smoke 'em. (radio chattering) (jets roaring) - [Man] Make it three. (explosions booming) - Knight three-one, good hit. Three tanks destroyed. Keep 'em coming. (guns firing) Three-four, cleared hostile. Zulu is on the move. (radio chattering) (guns firing) - [Man] Hit that valley fast. Do you understand me? Your window is small. (guns firing) (explosion booming) - [Man] Come on, ladies. (guns firing) (expl

osion booming) (guns firing) (radio chattering) (gun firing) (guns firing) - [Man] Put some heat on that crew. - [Man] Chief, three o'clock! (guns firing) - We gotta move, and we gotta move right now. I need three-six securing that Ridge. Get up there. Slick, move out. (guns firing) - Moving! Moving! Cover me! Look out! Tango down. Second level. Count 'em. Four-10. To the North. Davis! - [Will] Tango one-eight. We have tanks. Second level. Hotel one-one-zero-four. Zulu's in the valley. We have c

over. - We got our second pass coming. Let's get ready to move. Ain't that beautiful? (radio chattering) (explosion booming) All right, move out! (explosions booming) - [Man] Wing Command to Black Knight, good work. Zulu is clear. We are 16 to bingo, bugging out and going home. Good hunting, zulu. - [Mack] We got to haul ass, six. We are way behind to meet Jamal. Let's pick up the pace. Double time it, Slick. (dramatic orchestral music) (vocalizing) - Good! That's good! (yelling) (speaking forei

gn language) - Let me guess. That's Jamal? (speaking foreign language) (speaking foreign language) (speaking foreign language) (speaking foreign language) - There's no cover. They're gonna see us coming. Maybe it's not him. - It's him. (speaking foreign language) (speaking foreign language) - Play it cool, Jamal. (speaking foreign language) - They are fucking him up. (crying and coughing) - Just our luck. Five mile swim, humping all day, tanks, and now these fucks are gonna steal our ride? (coug

hing and yelling) - You got to be fucking kidding me, Jamal. Hit somebody. You're 6'4". (speaking foreign language) (speaking foreign language) - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, master chief. - Holy shit. You got this, Mack? - [Mack] Just ran out of options. (yelling) (speaking foreign language) - Heh, he got radioed. You feeling lucky, Mack? - Would you two shut the fuck up, please? (speaking foreign language) - [Man] He misses that shot and we are fucked. - Shit, that's got to be a mile. Shit

! (gun firing) (gun firing) Yippy-ki-yay. - Told you. Mile into the wind? Walk in the park, Slick. - Get the fuck out of here, chief. - [Mack] Let's move out. (laughs) (speaking foreign language) (yelling) (all chattering) (vocalizing) (all shouting) - What, you can't take a couple of carjackers? Get the fuck up. Come on. Sanchez, Roberts, okay, get the bodies out of here now. - You're late! - [Mack] Late? Late? - Late! - In case you hadn't noticed, it's the goddamn wild west out here. With tank

s. A thank-you would have been nice. So how you doing? Hey! Breathe, man. Breathe. Deep breath, come on. Give me one deep breath. (gasps) There you go. All right. The papers? The medical papers, you got 'em? Where are they? Davis. Davis. - Yeah? - Get 'em. All right, Jamal, listen to me. Focus. Focus. You don't have much time, all right? Get in the truck and get it to where we got to go. All right? All right. Let's get these guys loaded up. - Hey, it's okay. It's over. Keep cool, baby, cool like

John Wayne tonight. - Hey, you skeevy fuck! (laughs) - You okay? Huh? - I'm okay. - Cool, baby, huh? You okay? - Cool. Like Terminator. (laughs) - Let's move out now! Jamal, get in the truck. We need you to drive. Get in the truck. - Keys. - I got it. I got it. Get in the truck. All right, any trouble, hit this and duck. (truck engine rumbles) (pistol cocks) - Hey, man. - What? So what's the deal with this guy? - With who? - The guy driving the truck. - Deal. You can trust him. That's my boy. H

e's good. - Yeah, well, he's got to be better than good tonight. He's nervous as hell. - Better calm his ass down or I will. - Shit, master chief, you bet on Davis. I'll bet on Jamal every time. - What the fuck are we talking about here, huh? You ladies need to quit bumping your dicksuckers and get your head back in the game. When that door opens, we're gonna be back in this shit again. The guy up front? His balls are in the wind, just like us. Hey. He's Kurd. He lost 11 of his family members wh

en Saddam gassed his village, including his wife and his daughter. He's with us. (dramatic orchestral music) (siren wailing) - [Man] Now this is Major Beder. This is my responsibility. Do you copy? - Need five minutes. - [Man] You got it. (radio chattering) - [Man] You need to stand down, Lieutenant. Just for a couple minutes. You understand me? This is personal, son. - Give the chief a couple minutes, okay? My god. No. Tell me this isn't happening. Tell me you're not going back. - Hey, hey, hey

! Listen to me. I'm sorry, Cass. I don't have a choice, Cassandra. - For God and country, right? The teams are a part of who you are. So am I and so is your son. - Stop. Don't do this. - They promised us. I love you Devon, but I'm hanging on by a thread here. - I cannot do this right now, Cass. I buried him 88 days ago and I keep him right here. That is all I can do. - No, it's not. (radio chattering) - We don't have time for this shit. - [Man] I got it. - You didn't cry at the hospital. You did

n't even cry at the funeral. You can't even say his name. His name is Tristan, and he is beautiful and he laughs just like you. And his daddy was his hero. Tristan. This is what he looks like. - God damn it, Cassandra. You think I don't remember what our son looks like? - [Cassandra] He has a name. - I see him every time I close my eyes, Cass. I loved everything about him. He was eight years old, and he died, and he was my hero. My hero. I held him in that street when he took his last breath. Wo

uld you like to know what he said to me, what his last words were? Do you? - It was an accident. - You know what, baby? I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love everything about you, baby. You are my world. You hear me? But all the tears and all the talking will not bring him back. - You're not a robot, Devon. You're allowed to feel. You go. But when you close your eyes, I want you to know one thing: When we married, I knew that there were gonna be things that you weren't gonna be

able to talk to me about, but your son, our baby boy, is not one of them. - Not today, Cassandra. Not today. - [Man] You've got 60 seconds get up or leave him. - God damn it, will you get him? - Let's go! (sobs) - [Man] Hey, chief, bird's hot. We got to go, chief. - I got go, baby. - Please one more minute? - I love you, baby. I got to go. (vocalizing) - Hey, master chief, we got to get going. Bird's hot, sir. - Go on. - Devon. Devon! What was the last thing he said to you? - I need to know righ

t now, are you gonna leave that behind? - I already did. - They'll be all right. - Tristan! No, no, no, no! Tristan! Tristan! (brakes screeching) What happened to him? - [Mack] All right, listen up, VI We're gonna hit that street in two minutes. Status, two Mike intervals. Go in loud. This is our last obstacle. Let's get to the target fast. Davis... - [Davis] Yes, sir. - [Mack] I like to believe I got an eye for talent. - [Davis] I got this. I got this, chief. (radio chattering) - Bounty hunter

command. Zulu requesting move to shore. G-V-U-one-six on Alpha target. Acknowledge and standby for night. - [Man] Nightstalker one-four, waiting to try coordinate. Standing by. - [Mack] Kill time, five minutes. Do not be late. Go kinetic on my mark. Hustle! - [Man] Zulu, this is Nightstalker four-six. We are 10 seconds to refuel. Weapons ready. Glad to help you boys out. (vocalizing) - Right, so it's zulu confirming out the target. We are on the move. Go for strike. (explosions booming) Viking f

our-five, do you copy? Bravo go. Bravo go. Eyes on, 400 meters. Bunker ID broadcast. Drop heavy, over. - [Man] 315, your call's confirmed, target destroyed. Confirm, target destroyed. - He caused a fire out back. Two-three, we got trouble, man. Hit it or we're dead. - [Man] Four, six, you're broken. Danger cloak, go for fire, but do not wait for zulu. Weapons free. Say again, your weapons are free. Your weapons are free. - [Man] Code three-zero-zero-nine-zero, your bombs, your lasers. Get hot! G

ettin' hot. One, one, seven. Target Delta requesting immediate stealth fire. (radio chattering) - [Man] Target Charlie is going. Approach your target. You have 60 seconds. Tito, come back here! - [Man] Repeat, clear in 60 seconds. Go for Charlie. Whoo! Very nice. Direct hit. You boys are putting warheads on foreheads. Standby for secondary target. Zulu is clear. - [Man] Cleared off and inbound. (explosion booming) - [Man] Zulu, this is firestorm three-four. We are inbound. That's two, gentlemen.

How 'bout we get the hat trick? (explosions booming) Two, four, clear. One hell of a party. 24 clear. (explosions booming) - Bandit five-six-one, I copy. Keep that Nightstalker in the air and hit anything even remotely looking like a tanker coming from that location. - Yes, sir, Mr. President. That's good news. We're looking real good. Thank you, sir. - We got 'em. - It's not over yet. Get Admiral Timmons on the comm right now. Tell him his boys did us all proud tonight, every last one of them.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Hell are we doing? We're 20 miles away from our waypoint, Jamal. I got J-stop telling me we got three Iraqi platoons over this Ridge here. What the hell's going on? (whispering) - Maybe your satellite is wrong. Maybe it's wrong. You trust me? - [Mack] You want me to go on a feeling? - Trust me. Devon, do you trust me? - Yeah, Jamal. I trust. - Then trust me now. - All right. Let's keep moving. Come on. - Nice job. Keep it up and we might let you hang around. -

Thanks. I see you guys owe me 150 bucks apiece, and, uh... - Attaboy. - I don't think you got credit. - Ah, fuck that. - Kid's getting cocky. I like it. - Son of a lucky bitch. - Why, what is it? - We got tankers en masse, chief. Fucking Terminator ain't got shit on you, Jamal. - Davis, call it. Paint it. Stay small. - See, it worked right. I feel it. - Get in the truck. - Seal Team VI. We have a target of opportunity. Target of opportunity echo six. - Contact. Ridge! (suspenseful orchestral mu

sic) - Nobody move. - [Davis] Shit. We got a problem. We got a problem. Chief, your nine o'clock. - [Man] Clear. - [Man] I don't have red pants, white shirt. Looked like a damn kid, chief. - Oh, fuck. - You got to be shitting me. - Hopefully, he'll pass through. What the fuck are you doing out here, kid? (vocalizing) - [Man] Zulu, this is a-one-four-five. You got enemy armor approaching fast on your six. That target just became priority one. You go and get the hell out of there now. - You got a

kid, Williams. - A kid? - It's our move, chief. We got nowhere to go, chief. (vocalizing) - [Mack] Where the hell is Jamal? - What the fuck are we doing here? - Slick, if this goes down, make it quiet. Take him alive, though. (yelling) - Fuck me. - [Kid] American! American! (speaking foreign language) - Put him down, chief. Put him down, chief. - Hold it. Hold. - I'll get him. I'll get him. - What did I say? Stay small. Do not move. - Where the fuck are you going? - [Man] Zulu, you have two minu

tes to contact. - I can't handle this. - [Man] What are you doing? Davis did not finish that call. - Come on. - [Man] Wait one minute, chief. - [Man] What's our mission, Mack? - Just put him down. - [Man] Dude, Jamal's got it. 15 years. - [Man] The fuck, man? You got two platoons over that Ridge loading up nerve gas. You know we got to mark that target. - [Man] Scout's gonna find us. Fuck. Do it. - [Man] What's our mission, Mack? - [Man] I'm leaving in about 30 seconds. - [Man] Put him down! (gu

n firing) (dramatic orchestral music) - You shot him, man. (vocalizing) - [Man] One-eight zulu, get the hell out of there now. - We got to mark that target fast. Everybody, get your asses on the move now. Tito, on me. Go. Go get him. - Do what? - [Mack] Mark that target, slick. I'll see you in the truck. Tito, I'm not asking you again. - [Tito] Yes, sir. - [Mack] Move it. (dramatic orchestral music) (yells) - This is echo 11. We need immediate medical evac. We are in transport. We have a civilia

n down. Repeat, we have a civilian down. - Medical support... - Tito, I need you to clamp the goddamn artery, man. I need you to clamp it now. (speaking foreign language) Tito, you got three fucking seconds to get that goddamn artery clamped. Davis, where the fuck is my medevac? Get me my fucking medevac now! - What the fuck are we doing here, Mack? (crying) - What the fuck were you doing? Damn it! (yells) - Fuck! Hold him down, chief. I'm trying. - Give him a shot of morphine. - Can't. He's goi

ng into shock. Chief, he's got a fucking hole the size of a softball - Jesus Christ. In his back! - This is echo 11. We need immediate medical evac. We are in transport. - What? He wants what? - We have a civilian down. Repeat, we have a civilian down. - Davis, I need that goddamn medevac now! This kid's fucking bleeding out! - [Davis] Master chief, it's coming for you. - My medevac! Gimme my fucking medevac now! - [Davis] I got it. - What the hell are you guys doing down there? Running a goddam

n civilian MASH? - We're not running a MASH. Unit down here, sir. We have a... - Get me my goddamn medevac now! - You get your asses out of there now! - Immediate mede, Goddamn. - You hear me, son? Do you hear me? What the hell? - Where is it? God damn. Fuck! - I got it. I got it. - God damn it, you don't got shit. Gimme the... (cries out) Give it to me. (screaming) Breathe, Goddamn it! Do not die on me, god damn it! Good. Breathe. I had a boy. He was your age. I am not gonna go through this aga

in. Come on. Tristan! Tristan! Stay with me, Tristan. Go call 911. Please hurry. - Tristan! Tristan! Devon, what happened? Devon! Devon, what happened? What happened? - He was dead before he hit the ground. - Mommy's here. Mommy's here. It's gonna be fine. We gotta go to the store. He said he wanted to go to the store and get that game, remember? Wake up for mommy. - Sanchez. - He's gone, chief. He's gone. - He's not gone. - He is gone. (crying) - Where were you? Where were you? - You understand

me? He's gone, baby. Stay with us. - Mack. He's gone. - He's not gone. He is not gonna die! - [Tito] Chief. - [Mack] What? - Tristan, he's mine. He's mine. Devon, where were you? Tristan. Tristan, why? Tristan. (sobs) Tristan, get up! - Cass. Cassandra. Cassandra. - He's fine! - Get up, Tristan. - [Cassandra] What did you do? - [Will] Let him go. - No, he's not gone. - Let him go. - He is not gone. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! - [Man] Sorry, little man. - Confirming: Zulu has established target. - [

Man] Copy that. Zulu come in. - Their radio is down. Repeat: The comm is down. - [Man] Mobile HQ, this is firestorm four-five. Confirming zulu is off the grid, sir. We lost communication two mike. That's two mike, over. - [Man] What the hell's going on, Captain? - Echo one-eight zulu, do you have emergency communications? - What the hell is going on? - [Man] We have lost zulu. - Dragon, Maverick, Eagle Claw, veer one. (radio chattering) - [Man] Come in zulu. Come in zulu. - God damn it, Mack. (r

adio chattering) (birds calling) (dramatic orchestral music) - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We killed him. - No. This is my responsibility. - Allah is smiling down on this boy. There was no other way. Lives were saved this night. I will swear to this. - That won't be necessary. Wait a minute. He was whispering something before he died. Before he died, he was whispering something. Jamal. Jamal. What'd he say? - He wanted to say he was sorry. (vocalizing) - [Davis] The choice, master chief said it was si

mple. The blood of the single boy for the souls of thousands, maybe millions. To die so others could live. It's just another casualty of war. No name. Shallow grave. And a memory. Like he said, simple. - [Mack] Stop the truck. Red out. Red out! - [Tito] Get the fuck out of the truck. We got to get out of here, chief. - [Mack] Let's go, Jamal. We got company. Let's move it! - [Will] HQ, this is zulu. We are abandoning transport. Fuck. LZ's cut off. Repeat, LZ is hot. Rally LZ. Bravo. We will have

contact. - [Tito] Fuck, this is gonna get ugly. That's at least a platoon, chief. - Shit. They got our flanks already. Use the trenches as cover. We cannot get pinned down. - We got to get out of here. - Hold the line on my mark. Jamal, let's go. Stick to Sanchez. (guns firing) Go, go, go, go, go! Go, Will! Let's go, move, move! - Action, three o'clock. - Put that fucker down! (guns firing) - [Man] Go, go, go! (guns firing) (explosion booming) - Put 'em down, Mack! - [Man] Get the fuck out of h

ere. - [Man] Let's move it! Let's move it! Davis, get some cover! Get some cover! (guns firing) We got no time. Move it, move it, move it! (guns firing) Three-oh-six, heavy enemy fire. Halo four-five-seven-seven. Four-five-seven-seven, light it up! - [Man] That is right on top of the surface. - Mack, get 'em in the water. - [Man] Four-seven-nine-nine! (guns firing) - [Man] How long, god damn it? - Two, maybe three minutes. - Minutes? They ain't got 60 seconds. (radio chattering) - [Man] God damn

it. (radio chattering) - Move it, move it, move it! (guns firing) - [Man] This is team leader two-four, two-five. This is Captain Chambers. You are cleared for supersonic. (guns firing) (radio chattering) - [Man] Do not get pinned down. Hold the line! (guns firing) We get pinned down here, we're dead. (shouting) Put 'em down, James. Put 'em down. (guns firing) - [Man] Three-four, the enemy has high ground. Kilo-four-seven-nine-nine. - [Man] 10 o'clock! Zulu is on the beach. Cavalry's lost. (gun

s firing) Tito, move it! Tito, go! Hold the line! (radio chattering) (guns firing) (explosions booming) - [Man] Left flank, over. (yells) (explosions booming) - [Man] Good hit. Straight east of the water line. Back to 30 seconds to the trail. - Smoke these fuckers! Bring it closer! (guns firing) (radio chattering) - [Man] Hey! - [Man] Davis, get in the fucking water. Now! Get your ass in the water. Now! (radio chattering) - [Man] Get your asses out of there. (gun firing) (groaning) - Fuck! Davis

! He's down! Slick! - I'm going for Davis. Hold this line down. - Chief, go get him! Go get him. - Oh, god! (waves crashing) (radio chattering) (guns firing) (explosions booming) - Live or you die! (vocalizing) (guns firing) Do you hear me? (radio chattering) - [Man] You are in the grid. Coordinates are in the grid. - [Man] I know we're in the grid! But we're all gonna die. Do it now! (guns firing) - Ah, that fucker shot me, chief. Put that fucker down! (radio chattering) - [Man] Incoming! (expl

osions booming) - [Davis] Chief, dive. Look out. (explosion booming) (guns firing) (dramatic orchestral music) - [Man] Cease fire. Somebody get me eyes on that beach. We might have a possible friendly fire scenario here. Zulu is not responding. I think we killed them all, sir. Get that helo in the air. Deport every SRT and swift unit we got. Find them now. (radio chattering) - [Man] Midway HQ, this is SRT Sierra four-four. Search perimeter eight-zero-three clear. We're 15 bingo. We're coming hom

e. - [Man] We're trying to put this together, just like you are, Commander. Ops puts three on the beach. Our order's inbound. I think we got just one in the water, sir. Just one. (radio chattering) (chopper blades beating) - Keep those choppers in the air. Hell, put Seal II on that beach if we have to. - [Man] Yankee seven-seven Wilco, SRT units have been out close to three hours, Commander. I don't think any of 'em made it off the beach. - That's a Seal Team, pilot. We don't quit in this busine

ss. Now, I bet your ass every damn one of 'em's in that water. You keep looking. You understand me, son? - [Man] I do, sir. Lima Charlie. - [Man] I want to be optimistic, Mr. Chairman. If they're alive, they're wounded. But a tide is the least of their worries. The temperature at night, sir, it's cold. Real cold. - [Man] Halo, this is Nightman six-four-four. Flight crew and pilots request second half upon touchdown. - [Man] Do you want to go back out, sir? - Chief, don't you fucking die on me, m

an. Where the fuck is medevac, man? - How do we fucking stop the bleeding? Come on, guys. Tighten up. Tighten up, guys. Stay with me, chief. Fucking medevac. Where the fuck is it? Davis, grab his head. Head above water, man. Yeah, tighten up, guys. Bring him up. Don't you fucking close your eyes, man. Keep your eyes open, chief. Come on, guys. Come on. Yeah. Look at me, chief. Look at me. Look at me. - [Davis] Master chief often spoke of making peace with things outside your control, about tough

choices, choices no man should be forced to make, the kind that hold so many lives in the balance you couldn't begin to fathom. He'd tell you most of 'em were easy. People that knew him knew the truth. He died about an hour later. - Come on, chief. Open your eyes, man! Medevac is here, man! Come on, guys. They're here! Fuck you, we're here, man. - [Chambers] Mr. Chairman commander, this is Captain Chambers. HQ wants you to know, gentlemen. - They're in the water. They're okay? - [Man] Sierra fo

ur-five SRT confirming. Master chief Mackefy is KIA. He's gone, sir. - [Davis Voiceover] We buried that boy in the desert for over an hour, the admiral, screaming on the comm. It didn't matter. Truth is, the chief buried more than that boy that day. He also let go of a few demons from his past. You know what? I think maybe we all did in some way. The blood of two souls. First one out of the plane, the last one in the water. To die so others could live. I don't think the master chief would have i

t any other way. I can't believe he's fucking gone. (swelling emotional music) - [Mack] I see him every time I close my eyes, Cass. I loved everything about him. He was eight years old and he died. ♪ Happy birthday dear dad ♪ - [Cassandra] You promised us. I love you Devon, but I'm hanging on by a thread here. - [Mack] I cannot do this right now, Cass. I loved him, but I buried him, and that was 88 days ago. (laughing) - You're so stupid. I love you. - I love you. - Happy birthday. - Well, I don

't know what's up with this big, bad wolf. He's big and he's bad, but, you know, probably knows karate, but if we put Seal Team VI on him, we'll put him in check real quick, wouldn't we? Yo, Mack, bring you and your boys down here and smoke this fool, all right? That's what's gonna happen. - Hey, 10 minutes, you guys. You have school in the morning. - Okay. - That's big, bad mama wolf. - Go to bed. (speaking foreign language) - Get on the horn and get Seal Team VI on her too. Yeah, she wouldn't

know what hit her, 'cause I'll be on top on that with a quickness. - Hey. I heard that. - I love you, man. You know that? - [Tristan] Yeah. - Was that a real kiss? - Put him to bed. You know, I don't think she realizes I'm a seal team commander. I'm the master chief. I had a son his age. His name was Tristan. You would have been, you would have really liked him. To hell with the LZ. The boy gets buried now. He was whispering something before he died. Before he died, he whispered something. - He

wanted to say he was sorry. - What was the last thing he said to you? - He said he knew he wasn't supposed to skateboard in the street. He said he was sorry. Go hard or go home. I'm going home. - I'm gonna miss you, chief. - I'm gonna miss you, too, kid. We fight for God and country. Somehow, I just can't, I can't help but wonder if maybe God will forgive us for what we've done. (dramatic orchestral music) - He won't have to, chief. He won't have to. - You take care of yourself, kid, and you tak

e care of my team, because if you don't, I will personally put a boot square in your ass, soldier. You got me, Davis? - Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I had a dream that night. I dreamt that the world was a safer place and all the answers were crystal clear. Yeah, then I woke up, and all I saw was darkness. I figured that at some point in everyone's life, they wake up and find themselves in a dark place. For Cassandra, that was about three years ago and plenty of days in between. You know something,

though? I think the master chief did find forgiveness after all. And that little man right there? That's Devon junior. (laughing) He's quite a handful. Cassandra told me later she knew about the pregnancy when we deployed that day. I guess she figured the chief had enough to deal with. I don't know. Like I said, choices are never easy. - I love you so much. I really miss you. I just wish you were here. And little Devon, you'd be so proud of him. - Mama. (laughing) - What are you doing? - [Mack]

Reminding you what a rose smells like. (laughing) - I try not to think of all the places you go. I worry. - You ain't got to worry. I'll always come back to you. - Devon? I told myself I wouldn't do this. Devon. Happy anniversary. - [Davis] At the end of the day, you stop looking for answers. You look at who you are and what you stand for. You see, it comes down to sacrifice. The senator who learns the true meaning and realizes that freedom comes with a price. It's paid in blood. It comes down t

o honor. Admirals to privates. And all those who served before. Comes down to brotherhood, where your buddy's life is more valuable than your own. That's okay. Men more than brothers. And finally, it comes down to courage. The courage to live on and do the best you can. - [Cassandra] Here we go, sweetie. Don't forget your helicopter. - [Davis] Devon junior. While he never got to meet his father and know the kind of man he was, he will. You see, he's part of all of us. Our son. He belongs to Seal

Team VI. (regal orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music) (vocalizing)