Three Kings

The point is, "towelhead" and "camel
jockey" are good substitutes.

-I apologize.

It's confusing with all this pro-Saudi,
anti-Iraqi type language and all that.

Did you get the aerials?
How'd you get those?
-Chief is hooked up.
-Keep Walter on that door.

Would you take those fucking things off?
I never got to use night vision.
They do not work during the day!
They kind of work.
Just stand outside so Chief can
translate my Iraqi ass map, okay?

Are you ready to work with me now?
I'm ready to work with you.
Good. Because I've got
an amazing lead.

-It was in his ass.
-That's not the real story.

-What's the real story?
-It was in the guy's dick.

Pulled it out with tweezers.
A 1 0-page atlas of Saddam's bunkers?
Only real small, like those books you
get in a box of Cracker Jacks.

They pull it out the guy ear.
-"Out of his ear."

Maybe out the nose.
-What's he saying?
-"The nose."

-Tell me what body part.
-Let me handle this.

It was stitched in back of his head.
The back of his head.
-Who is the guy?
-What guy?

The guy who found it!
-I cannot tell you.
-Fuck that!

-You said you could.
-Not now.

This guy doesn't know shit.
He doesn't know shit.
Listen to me. This guy is French
Special Forces, and he can help us.

-He can?
-Yes, and he's my friend.

But he won't talk to me
if you're around.

You better not be fucking with me.
-I want the story this time.
-You'll get the story.

These have to be Saddam's bunkers
between Karbala and Nazaria.

What's inside?
According to Intel, Picasso, Sony,
Armani, Rolex....

Kuwait was the Arab Beverly Hills,
and Saddam jacked them for it.

I'd like to bring something home
besides sand fleas.

One Rolex would get me a very nice
house outside of Garland.

Five would get
a Lexus convertible.

-Lexus doesn't make one.
-Yes, they do.

It has room for a kid seat.
-Infiniti has a convertible, not Lexus.

The good Lord put this map in our path,
and I believe we'll find something.