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(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

MAN 1: (ON RADIO) ETA two mikes.
MAC: Copy that.

MAC: Zero from Alpha One.
Two mikes out.

How's it looking on the ground?
We still good to go?

MAN 1: Stand by, Alpha Team.

All clear on the ground?

MAN 2: Roger that, all clear, sir.

Right, solid copy on that.

Intelligence are giving the all clear.

Our Syrian friends are
standing by with the prisoner.

(OVER RADIO)
Pick up Idrisi and get out of there.

No fuss, no noise.

No one will know we were ever there.

Roger that.

Don't say it.

I'm not saying anything, Sarge.

DOYLE: Jesus!
There he is! Omair Idrisi.

The Syrians have been vetted, right?

MAC: The Major says checked
and double-checked.

I don't know why they can't just
keep him locked up.

MAC: Major wants us
to deliver him to the Yanks,

that's what we do.

All right, lads. Look sharp.

Let's go.

(EXHALES)

Doyle, with me.

Captain. Ready?

If you are. He's all yours.

Zero from Alpha One.
Receiving the package, over.

Let the Americans know we've got him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Yeah, go on.

- Doyle?
- Right with you, mate.

(GUN COCKING)

Let's pick up the pace a bit, lads!

Incoming!

(EXPLOSION)

(GUNSHOTS)

MAN: Contact!

MAC: Zero from Alpha One!

Under heavy fire! Need air support!

Find me some assets in the area. Now!

Alpha One, get Idrisi out of there.

Do not lose the prisoner.

Idrisi is the priority.

MAC: Shit! Tangos incoming!

- Get back! Get back to the helo!
- Shit.

(GUN FIRING)

Helo's down! I repeat, helo's down!

Doyle, we need to get
another vehicle! Eleven o'clock!

- Doyle, move!
- Yes, Sarge!

(GRUNTS)

(GUN FIRING)

This way!

MAC: Go, go!

(GROANS)

(SHOUTING)

Changing!

Incoming!

MAN: Alpha... Send sitrep.

Air support inbound.

Three mikes.

Alpha One, what's your situation?

Report!

Repeat, what's your situation?

Repeat!

(GUNSHOTS)

(PANTING)

(GUN CLICKING)

Today is not your day to die, habibi.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

You said the Syrian security
had been thoroughly checked!

To the best of our knowledge.

Idrisi had men on the inside.

We all knew the mission
carried certain risks.

My men are dead, sir!

Because your people didn't
do their fucking job!

Careful who you blame,
Sergeant McAllister.

You're responsible for your men.
You were the man in the field.

(GRUNTS)

MAC: Get off me!

Settle. Come on, come on.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

Four months.

You are angry with me.

You said you'd only be a day.

I got held up.

There was traffic.

But...

I knew you could find
a way to get me out.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

And was there fire?

Was there death?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And there will be more.

There will be so much more.

(PANTING)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(PANTING)

Nice room.

Should've asked for one with a view.

Colonel Adeena Donovan.

I've been wanting
to meet you for a while.

Yeah, I hear I'm a popular guy.

Well, I like the wild ones.

(PANTING)

Have they set a date
for the court-martial yet?

Monday.

Seems a shame to end
a promising career over one punch.

He deserved it.

Off the record, I agree.

Intel was bad, security was lax.

The team deserved better.

I've been tasked with
cleaning up the fallout.

Not much I can tell you.

They knew we were coming,
and they hit us hard.

I'm not here to interview you,
Sergeant McAllister.

I'm here to recruit.

Have you heard
of the Section initiative?

Sure.

They were the people you'd
send in to do the dirty jobs

that could later be denied.

I prefer covert military intelligence
and counter terrorism.

Dangerous soldiers
for dangerous missions.

I thought the Sections had been
shuttered after what happened with 20.

They had.

But it's my feeling that Omair Idrisi

isn't gonna be stopped
by conventional means.

I'm assembling a team
to take him down.

There's a JSOC operator in Libya

who was digging into Idrisi.
He's gone dark.

I need someone to find
and rendezvous with him.

But more than that, I need a weapon.

I like that you're angry,

that you want payback.

I'm giving you that chance.

- Are you in?
- What do you think?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

General Farid.

Mr. Richard Stevenson.

- "Stevenson."
- Stevenson.

Yeah. No, no.

No, see, that's not me.

My name is Wyatt.

Sergeant Samuel Wyatt.

U.S. military.
Joint Special Operations.

You told my men
you were an arms dealer.

That's because I thought they
were working for Omair Idrisi.

You see the irony, right?

I mean, I'm undercover,
they're undercover.

So we contact your military.

See if this story of yours checks out.

No, no, no. Wait! Wait! Wait!

You could, but they're just gonna say
they've never heard of me.

It was a deniable op.

Your own people won't vouch for you?

Yeah, that's kind of
what deniable means.

Oh.

Maybe you are an arms dealer.

We will find out the truth.

One way or another.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Come on. Come on!
Come on!

DONOVAN: (OVER COMMS)
The base belongs to a rogue faction

of the Libyan National Army

run by one General Ajeeb Farid.

Technically, they're friendly,

although I use that term
in the loosest sense.

So I shouldn't
knock on the door and ask

if Sergeant Wyatt
can come out to play?

Inadvisable. Wyatt's CO has confirmed
he was on a deniable op,

posing as an arms dealer.

Farid runs a zero-tolerance policy
on insurgent activity

and anyone who aids it,

which means Wyatt's time's
running out fast.

Backup?

DONOVAN: Closest QRF
is a few hours away.

I chose you for a reason, McAllister.
Get Wyatt out.

And try not to leave a body count.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Fuck!

With Gaddafi gone,
we were promised a new dawn.

But it is still dark,
and we still wait.

Tribal militias, jihadist groups.

My country is a war zone,

fueled by men like you.

And I told you, that's just a front!

I heard that Omair Idrisi was
trying to buy heavy-duty goods.

I was just trying to draw him out.

(GRUNTS)

Tell me about Khalid.

I don't know Khalid!

- About the money.
- What fucking money?

No, no! No!

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(CAMEL GRUNTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GRUNTS)

My name is Sergeant Samuel Wyatt!

We both want the same thing.
You know that, right?

We both want to stop
Omair Idrisi before it's too late.

Do you fear death?

Every living thing is
programmed to fear death.

You know that, right?

It's a survival mechanism.

Let's just suppose for a second
that I am telling the truth,

that I am U.S. military.

You think they'll let this shit lie?

They'll come after you
with every fucking thing they've got.

You told me this was
a deniable operation.

No one knows you're here.

Then drown me.

Or we can work together
to stop Idrisi.

- (BEEPS)
- (EXPLOSION)

(MEN YELLING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(ALARM BLARING)

Wyatt?

Yeah, who's asking?

McAllister.

What are you doing?

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

WYATT:
What the hell are you doing?

MAC: What do you think I'm doing?

It looks to me like you're
kind of screwing up my op.

Yeah, I'm here to get you out.

(IN ARABIC)

I've got everything
under control, thank you.

Doesn't look like that to me.

Farid was about
to tell me everything.

(GRUNTING)

- (GUN COCKING)
- No, don't kill him! Don't kill him!

They're good soldiers!

They're fighting for a country
that we kind of fucked over!

(GRUNTS)

Why don't we all just join hands
and sing Kumbaya?

Hey, I'd be up for that
if someone hadn't come in here

and started blowing
the shit out of everything.

Where the hell's
the rest of your team?

No team. Just me.

Let's go.

(VOMITS)

Vehicles! Go, go, go. Vehicles!

- Contact!
- No, no, no! Don't shoot them!

Get in! Here!

(GUNSHOTS)

I need a weapon! Give me a weapon!

(GUNFIRE)

MAC: You just told me
not to shoot them.

I'm not shooting them,
I'm suppressing them!

Do you know what you're doing?

- Yes, I know what I'm doing!
- The other wire!

I've got the other fucking wire!
Shut up!

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- Get in!

WYATT: Go, go, go, go!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GUN FIRING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

WYATT: I've got three on our tail!

(GUN FIRING)

MAC: What are you doing?
WYATT: Trying to hit the tires!

- MAC: Well, bloody hit them, then!
- Then keep it steady, asshole!

- (GUN FIRING)
- (TIRE BLOWS OUT)

(LAUGHING)

WYATT: Two down! One to go!

Can you make this
piece of shit go any faster?

- Do you want to drive?
- I'm kind of busy.

Hold on! I've got an idea.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

That works.

What are you doing?

(GRUNTING)

Grenade!

(LAUGHING)

You might just be okay!

WYATT: You asshole!

What kind of person steals a car
and doesn't check the gas first?

The kind of person who didn't
have time to pick or choose.

MAC: No signal out here.

Let me get this straight.

We got no comms, no exfil.

We're being hunted by a rogue wing
of the Libyan National Army.

Is there anything else I missed?

Oh, yeah, we're stuck in the middle
of the goddamn desert!

So we should get moving.

Without cover, we're gonna fry.

And if the General's men
catch up with us,

it's gonna be even worse.

(LAUGHING)

You know, it is possible that
I actually drowned back there

and that this is just some kind
of fucked-up purgatory.

They say that Tibetan monks

can regulate their body temperature
through advanced meditation.

- Are you a Tibetan monk?
- No.

Then why the fuck
are you telling me this?

You're quite an intense person.

MAC: So what do you know
about Omair Idrisi?

WYATT: Well, I know
that 360 people died

when he took down
that Airbus with his wife.

I know the Syrians grabbed him
a few months back.

But now he's on the loose.

And I know for certain that
he is one bad fucking hombre.

MAC: I meant your intel.

WYATT: Yeah, I know what
you meant, McAllister.

But this is my op,
and I'm not sharing.

MAC: You know, you remind me
a little bit of a guy

on my squad before, Doyle.

- WYATT: Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

He was a bit of a dick
at times as well.

Maybe I'll buy him a beer one day.

He's dead. Omair Idrisi killed him.

And the rest of my team,
they didn't make it home either.

All right, all right.

I got word that Idrisi and his woman
were putting together an arms deal.

Big one. Millions of dollars.

Serious shit coming down the line.

- Do you know what it was?
- Well, that's what I was digging into.

What they were buying,
who they were getting it from.

Turns out,
General Mc-fucking-waterboard

back there was doing the same thing.

But he gives me the name
of a money man, Khalid.

Ring any bells?

That depends. Are we sharing or not?

I guess we're not.

(ENGINE REVVING IN DISTANCE)

MAC: Shit, it's Farid's men.

We need to get to cover.

Move.

(PANTING)

Wyatt? McAllister?

Colonel Donovan sent me.

Get in.

Up in the back.

Don't worry,
the ladies will look after you.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

Lance Corporal Gracie Novin.

Special Operations Command,
Engineering.

Great, maybe you can
fix this guy's phone.

NOVIN: Oh, it was still sending out
intermittent signals, tracking you.

So when I got a call
from Colonel Donovan,

asking me to pick up two losers who
got themselves stuck in the desert...

You guys are aware it gets
over 120 degrees Fahrenheit, right?

- Yeah, it wasn't part of the plan.
- No shit, it wasn't.

Oh, fuck.

There's a bloody checkpoint up ahead.

(GUARD SPEAKING ARABIC)

- MAC: Just floor it.
- This is flooring it, sweet cheeks.

You might want to get down
and stay down.

(MEN SPEAKING ARABIC)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(GUARD SPEAKING ARABIC)

- (THUDS)
- (GUARD GRUNTS)

Hey, hey, hey.

(GRUMBLING)

Now, that's how you do
a fucking extraction!

Cold shower, huh?

Can I help you?

Colonel Donovan's
called a meeting at 1800.

Yeah, well, I don't work for Donovan.

Yeah, neither did I
till a couple hours ago.

But good for you,
handing over your op like that.

You got a big... Heart.

Now, wait on a second.

I'm not handing over shit.

So meeting at 1800.

That's more your size.

(KEYPAD CLICKING)

Yeah, it's me. We need to meet.

Now.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You know, this is
the first cup of coffee

I've had in this country
that doesn't taste

like someone took a piss in it.

- Glad you're back home safe, Sergeant.
- Thank you, sir.

Listen, there seems to be
some confusion

with the British over the op.

No confusion. You're still part of it.

I've temporarily attached you
to their command.

I wasn't looking for a transfer, sir.

So with all due respect,
this is bullshit.

Wyatt, you're an excellent soldier,

but you're a goddamn headache.

You're undisciplined,
you go off-mission...

Don't give me the speech,
don't give me the speech!

Let us not forget
the shit show in Ghazni.

(SNIFFLES)

All right, so what?
You're freezing me out?

You play nice with your new friends.

And if there's anything
I should know about,

you be my eyes and ears on the inside.

You do that, maybe I'll reconsider.

Let you come on home.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAC: Incoming!

(GUNSHOT)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

Shit! I gotta get to a meeting.

No! Stay. It's just a job.

I know, I know. It just
turns out I've changed my mind.

I gotta go to work.

I'm really sorry about this,
but thank you.

It's fine.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Sergeant Wyatt.
Glad to have you on board.

I heard you guys could use some help.

You already know Novin and McAllister.

- (THUDS)
- (GROANS)

JENSEN: For goodness' sake.

Table...

Uh, Lance Corporal Will Jensen,
from the Intelligence Corps.

Computer guy, got it.
So this is the team?

And this is the target.

Omair Idrisi and his wife, Jane Lowry.

Lowry? I thought she was
killed in a drone strike.

Drone strikes aren't always accurate.

She's from my hometown.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

DONOVAN: Radicalized after a spell
in a British prison,

she married Idrisi three years ago.

The voice in his ear. And finally,

their attack dog, Sabil Adiz.

Intel suggests Idrisi
is purchasing weapons

for a major attack.

Now, the General mentioned a name
to you, Sergeant Wyatt. Khalid.

Right about the time he was
filling my lungs with dirty water.

DONOVAN: This is who
he was talking about.

Prince Khalid Al Hebtani.

We suspect he
is funding the terrorists.

All right, so you want me
to go shake him down?

JENSEN: His father's
on the Saudi rich list.

Very wealthy, very protected.

So he's basically untouchable.

But not unreachable.

Uh... this was earlier today.

Right now, he's in Tripoli.

Charity work on behalf of his father.

And we know where he's
going to be this evening.

I need you all to rendezvous
with Captain Reynolds

and provide support...

Wait, I'm sorry. Captain Reynolds?

I assumed I'd be in charge of the op.

Uh, based on?

Based on the fact
that you wouldn't have shit

without me giving you Khalid's name.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, and this is
British military, mate.

If anything, you'd be
following my lead.

It's very sweet that you both
think you have a choice.

Jensen, measure them up.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

JENSEN: That's CCTV
from the main floor

of Prince Khalid's
favorite club in Tripoli,

the aptly named "Karma,"
and McAllister and Wyatt

on the bottom right there, ma'am.

Kill the music and try
and isolate the comms.

JENSEN: Understood, ma'am.

- Comms check.
- JENSEN: Good check.

Novin on your six.

WYATT: Still no sign of our prince.

I would like a pomegranate martini.

I'm blending in.

Besides, we can't do shit
until we meet the Captain.

Whiskey, neat.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There he is.

MAC: I'm not one to judge,
but he's got that kind of face

you wouldn't get tired of punching.

Oh, I'd be careful.

Shake his hand the wrong way,

and it could be
an international incident.

Pomegranate martini?

It has health benefits.

I like a soldier
who looks after himself.

Captain Reynolds.

McAllister. Wyatt.

- I need to get close to our target.
- MAC: It's not going to be easy.

He's got shadows on him at all times.

It's gonna be easy in this dress.

You two are on backup.

Clear?

And, guys, this is a party.
Lighten up.

Cheers.

(IN ARABIC)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, no, please.

I am the one who must apologize.

Apology accepted.

Hey, baby, baby. You going already?

Well, you know, there was nothing
worth hanging around for.

Come with me.
I have a private room upstairs.

It is, uh, more quiet, you know?

With the best champagne in the world.

You won't get bored, I promise.

(SNORTING)

(EXHALES)

I should buy this club.

I should just fucking do it!

I mean, have you seen
the pussy in there?

Insane.

Hey, hey. Dance with me.

You know what I was thinking?

I was thinking it would
just be the two of us.

What do you say about that?

Why have one bitch
when you can have three?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Give me a minute,
and I will blow your fucking mind.

Stay there.

(BEEPING)

Captain Reynolds has started
to clone the phone now, ma'am.

Should be able to pull
the encrypted data from it,

which should give us a lead on Idrisi.

(BEEPING)

How's it looking outside?

Hey, computer guy, we're not
getting shit on the comms.

The area is suffering interference.

MAC: (OVER COMMS)
Ma'am, it's Sabil Adiz.

Okay, stay on him,
but let this play out.

Idrisi is the endgame, okay?

We need that lead to him.

NOVIN: Captain.
Sabil Adiz incoming, Captain.

(BEEPING)

Keep it cool. I'll get up there.

Just get in that bouncer's face.

(WYATT LAUGHS)

Hey, bro, you got room
for two more up there?

Hey, hey, VIP access only, gentlemen.

Oh, come on, you don't recognize
my little friend here?

This guy invented disco!

- MAC: That's right.
- Very funny.

Every time someone
does the Hustle, I get 5%.

WYATT: Come on, do the Hustle!

- Hey!
- Do the Hustle!

- Do the...
- MAC: Hey, come on, man.

- Get off of him.
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

WYATT: All right, I'm sorry.

- Hey, man!
- BOUNCER: Behave yourself! Get back!

(BEEPING)

- How much longer, Jensen?
- Twenty seconds out now, ma'am.

(WOMEN CHATTERING)

(REYNOLDS GRUNTING)

- Uh, transmission's been interrupted.
- Get it back.

- Did we get any data?
- No, ma'am.

- (GROANS)
- (MAN GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) You dare to come here
and shame me with your begging?

I will answer to Idrisi,
but I will not answer to you.

(IN ENGLISH) And yes, you will bow!

(SCREAMING)

No. Please, please, please, please.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Down! Down!

Everybody down! Everybody down!

- (GRUNTS)
- (GUNSHOTS)

Go!

Sabil Adiz has got the target!

I need a weapon!

(GRUNTING)

Everybody down!

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- (GUNFIRE)

JENSEN: Sabil Adiz
has left the building.

Repeat, Sabil Adiz
has left the building.

WYATT: Moving! Go, go!

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN SCREAMS)

Captain Reynolds.

Novin.

Moving!

JENSEN: Law enforcement incoming.

Get out, get out, get out!

Get out!

Clear.

Authorities are on their way.
We need to move out.

We don't know where Adiz is going.

No, we don't, but he's with Khalid.

We couldn't clone the intel,
but I slipped a tracking device

in our prince's pocket.

Let's go give them the good news.

WYATT: Clear.

Jensen, she's all yours.

(DRONE WHIRRING)

JENSEN: Copy that, we have eyes.

DONOVAN: Be aware, Bravo Team,
that's an Idrisi training camp.

Multiple tangos up ahead.

JENSEN: Bravo, Khalid's
tracking signal is coming from

(OVER COMMS) a building
to the east of your position.

Move.

Moving.

OMAIR: Khalid, Khalid.

You pledged your support, but...

No support has come. Hmm?

I relied on you.

JENSEN: Okay,
we have eyes on Bravo Team.

Moving to the east of the compound.

Maybe you were just playing games.

No. I was going to. Please, I promise.

JANE: Khalid.

He is Omair Idrisi. He is the future.

The one who will unite us all.

But first...

We need you to keep your promise.

Yes, of course.

Oh, of course.

And each person must play their part.

The money transfer, please.

Novin, overwatch.

Copy.

$3 million, yes?

OMAIR: Mmm-hmm.

- Five.
- Yes, of course.

(GRUNTING)

Zero, we're in position.

DONOVAN: Stand by.

(BEEPS)

- Target's visible.
- DONOVAN: Take the shot.

Take the shot!

(GUNSHOT)

- (KNIFE CLANGING)
- (BOTH GRUNTING)

- Go.
- Go, go, go!

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

- (KNIFE CLANGING)
- (BOTH GRUNTING)

- Moving!
- Move!

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTS)

(NOVIN GRUNTS)

Idrisi's on the move!

McAllister, stay on Idrisi.

I'm going!

(GUNSHOTS)

Bravo Team, get me Khalid.

Moving!

(GUNSHOTS)

(PANTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

REYNOLDS: Zero, we are entering
the east building.

JENSEN: Maintaining overwatch
on the drone.

I can't get eyes on inside, ma'am.

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (MAN GROANING)

WYATT: Coming in!

Prince Khalid, can you move?

Go! Go, go, go, go!

Go, move! Moving!

REYNOLDS: Zero, this is Bravo.
We have Khalid. Attempting to extract.

Who's the bitch now?

WYATT: Down! Down, down, down!
Get down!

(GUNSHOTS)

Grenade!

(EXPLOSION)

REYNOLDS: Zero, we're under
heavy fire! Repeat, heavy fire!

(ENGINE REVVING)

Moving!

(GUNSHOTS)

- Clear left!
- Clear right!

(MAN SHOUTING)

Move!

(MEN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

Clear left!

- Dead end!
- Dead end! Move, move!

REYNOLDS: Zero, we're pinned down!

We have no exit.
Repeat, we have no exit!

WYATT: Multiple tangos!
Repeat, multiple tangos!

We're under heavy fire!

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

I'm out of ammo!

- Argh, I'm out.
- I got an idea.

Fuck yeah!

- I only have two rounds.
- Make it count, Captain.

(GRUNTS)

- (EXPLOSION)
- (MEN SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(MEN GROANING)

Clear!

Idrisi and Lowry got away, ma'am.

But we've got the prince.

He's alive and he's gonna talk.

Copy that. Bring him to me.

You didn't have to come back
for us, you know that, right?

Sure.

You probably had it under control.

Absolutely.

We'll get that son of a bitch back.

You have my word.

Why don't you two just kiss
and get it over with?

Moving!

Mr. Ives.

You have the money?

JANE: We do.

Good.

Because...

I hate to sound shallow,

but I really do love money.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)