Three Kings

-Seventy-five clicks north.
-More like 65.

Way north of any allied troops.
Perfect. We don't want
any troops around.

Just us and a Humvee
up by the Euphrates River Valley.

Where they put Moses in the basket.
That's Egypt.
We three kings be stealing the gold
Quiet down!
My friends all drive Porsches
I must make amends

Will you shut up?
Are you done singing?
What about mines, sir?
Grid was swept by the 82nd.
We'll stick to the roads.

Will we need a deuce-and-a-half?
-It's easier in a Humvee.
-What if we have a lot to carry?

We'll grab an Iraqi truck.
It's better cover.

-We could say we captured it.
-That's right.

We leave at dawn, back before lunch.
No big deal.

-What's the guy's name outside?
-Walter, sir.

Bolo! Get in here!
-Who's Bolo?
-A guy who doesn't know what he's doing.

Yes, sir.
Get this reporter off my back.
You know who Adriana Cruz is?

-Reporter on NBS, sir.
-That's right.

Tell her I'm checking a story,
and you're bringing her to meet me.

-In Iraq?

I'll give you a fake copy of this map.
Take her on a ride
that lasts all morning...

...and goes nowhere near the villages
outside Karbala.

When you don't find me, it'll be because
you got lost. Is that clear?

Any other questions?
Is it true that to be SF,
you got to cut off an enemy's ear?

-Are you able to control him?
-Yes, sir. He'll be fine.

Let's get ready to roll in the morning.
All right, here we go, ma'am!
Let me get some, Chief!