Sgt. Sanderson
"Grimes? Uh, a little short on coffee... but I got you some tea."
Scenes with Sanderson
4 scenes Sgt. Sanderson
Sgt. "Griz" Martin
(A hasty planning session outside the target building.)
We still got guys inside.
Sgt. Sanderson
All right, all right. I'm gonna go to the crash.
Martin
You take the rest of the team, I'll finish loading the prisoners.
Capt. Steele
Negative! We'll proceed to the crash site together, secure the perimeter, and wait for the humvees. Roger, sir?
Lt.Col McKnight
Roger that.
Capt. Steele
Follow my lead. Sergeant, are you receiving me?
Sanderson
Yeah, I heard you. We should be leaving soon.
McKnight
All right, we need to move out now! I'll finish loading the prisoners and pick you up at the crash site.
Steele
Let's move out!
Sgt. Sanderson
Captain Steele, we gotta move or we're gonna get pinned down!
Capt. Steele
We are moving just as fast as we can. Now you do your job and let me do mine. Over.
Capt. Steele
[...]
What the **** are you doing out there?
Sgt. Sanderson
I'm doing my job. Now we gotta get to that crash site. We gotta get out on that street, and we gotta move. And you have got to keep up, sir!
Steele
Don't you ever give me orders, Sergeant! We are combat ineffective, you understand me? We got too many damn wounded to move!
Sanderson
Then give me some of your shooters and I'll circle us to the bird.
Steele
Grimes, you're with Chalk Four? (Grimes nods) All right, hook up with Delta and link up with Sergeant Eversmann. The rest of you men secure this position and treat the wounded. We'll wait for the convoy. Then we'll rally at the crash site. Roger?
Sanderson
My guys, let's go!
Sanderson
(In a derelict building, Grimes has a pot over a small flame.)
What the hell you doing?
Grimes
It's all in the grind, Sergeant. Can't be too fine, can't be too coarse.
Sanderson
Grimesy, you are squared away.
Grimes
[...]
Sergeant, how'd you like a nice hot cup of joe? Gold Coast blend.
Sanderson
Sit down. I want to take a look at that foot.
Grimes
Aw, no, it's not a problem.
Sanderson
Come on, come on. (Grimes sits and removes his boot; Sanderson applies a bandage) Where the hell did they find you?
Grimes
Behind a desk. (Sanderson laughs) No, really! What, you think I'm kidding?
