- Tommy Madison: Watch out.
- [points behind Mike]
- Mike: [shoots at feral dogs in the dark] I don't have ammo to kill them all.
- Tommy Madison: You're right; you're gonna have to try the maneuver.
- Mike: What maneuver?
- Tommy Madison: The maneuver, the damn Shuman maneuver!
- Mike: You gotta be kidding; that'll never work!
- Tommy Madison: If all the dogs attack you at once, they're gonna knock you over and the mine's gonna explode. Now hurry up, we got no time.
- Mike: [starts untying his left boot]
- Tommy Madison: That's it, now you pin your sole to that ground. It should work. The mine sensor won't immediately register the change of pressure.
- Mike: [looks up at Tommy doubtfully] You ever hear about this work in real life?
- Mike: [looking at the warning sign in Arabic letters in his hand] In the last forty years, there have been eight thousand declared conflicts. There's thirty three million landmines buried in this area.
- Tommy Madison: [smiles widely in disbelief, then chuckles] Landmines? Oh I like it when you get optimistic, Mike.
- Mike: [doesn't say anything but carefully scans the area with his eyes]
- Tommy Madison: Okay, now you listen Mr. Wikipedia. You can find all kinds of stuff in the desert. Look at the condition that sign is in, okay, who knows where this is from or what it really says. Mike. Don't get paranoid. Don't let that thing mess with your head.
- Mike: I'm just reviewing our options.
- Tommy Madison: We do have two options because we are such lucky guys. Now we can turn around and die of thirst. Or, we can get to that village within the hour, Mike. I know which option I'm taking.
- Mike: Mayday, mayday, Alpha Margot 4 to Hogsden... Do you copy? Over.
- [static on radio]
- Mike: Mayday, mayday, Alpha Margot 4 to Hogsden... Do you copy? Over.
- Comander Barton: Base camp here. We've been looking for you for hours, Alpha Margot, over.
- Mike: [closes eyes in relief] Copy you, Hogsden. Sir my partner was killed in action, and I'm in critical condition requesting immediate extract with E.O.D. Over.
- Comander Barton: Define critical, staff sergeant. Over.
- Mike: I stepped on an explosive ordinance, Sir. It's the same kind that killed my spotter.
- Mike: [over radio] So what's the plan? Over.
- Comander Barton: There's a convoy pinned down by fire from a group of guerillas just over the border. If everything goes well, they should be passing by your current location in about 52 hours, Sergeant. Over.
- Mike: [closes eyes in exasperation] Sir, with all due respect, if everything goes well, I don't know if I can survive for 52 hours like this. Over.
- Comander Barton: Get ready to signal your position when the time comes. We'll try to contact you via radio to make sure you're... still there. Over.
- Mike: So that's it? What about all that "no man left behind" business? Over.
- Comander Barton: Listen, Sergeant Stevens. As far as we know, the type of landmines scattered over the area can remain active for up to 40 years, but 10 years after they're produced, depending on certain variables, there's a 4% chance of their malfunctioning. 15 years after production, malfunction levels reach as high as 7%.
- Mike: [under his breath] Great.
- Comander Barton: Given the scenario, my personal advice, should you not be able to resist for long in the desert for any reason, is to try the Shuman maneuver.
- Mike: The *Shuman maneuver*, Major? Over.
- Comander Barton: It is a last resort. Digging a small trench to take cover from the explosion. If you make the sole of your boot stick to the ground, and raise your feet sideways...
- [static interferes]
- Mike: Major? Major? Over.
- Comander Barton: The damages caused by the shock waves would be limited to non-vital limb loss...
- [voice is cut off by static]
- Mike: [scoffs in disbelief] Shuman maneuver, my ass.
- [in intermittent flashback as Mike is struggling to reach the flare in the desert]
- Jenny: [knighting Mike with a ladle in the kitchen] Do you thus pay homage to our crown and swear fealty on our realm?
- Mike: [on one knee, smiling, then serious] Your highness, I hereby swear to be a courageous knight, reverent and courteous, always... champion of truth, and justice. I hereby swear to be honest, and good. I swear to protect our realm, and I swear this before you, my Princess.
- Jenny: [smiling, eyes tearing up with excitement] Yes.
- Mike: [still on one knee looking up at Jenny, confused] Yes what?
- Jenny: [stops smiling as understanding sets in her facial expressions, then smiles sadly] Yes, you will be a courageous...
- [caresses Mike's face]
- Jenny: ... courageous knight.
- [stops smiling and walks away tearfully]