All language subtitles for Ultimate Force (2002) - S04E03 - The Dividing Line (576p x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]-en

(Speaks Pashto)

(Yelling)

Come on!
Downstairs! Now! Down, down!

(Yelling)

(Whistle)

That your usual time
for clearing a house?

No, sir, if I fart,
I usually clear it quicker.

Don't get smart, Louis. Get better.

(Gunfire)

Right. Set up again. Next pair.

- How was that for you?
- Fine, sir.

Enjoyed every minute.

Right, listen in.

I hate to say it...

...but he's right.
We need to be quicker.

Speed kills.

Sir! Why don't you and I
show them how it's done?

Excuse me, Colonel.

You get the bag, Louis. Let's see
how you like those stairs.

(Phone rings)

MC.

Sir.

When?

No problem.

- Becca.
- Yeah?

Right, let's do it.

Each of you has been chosen
for a special mission.

A mission of complex organisation,
communication,

and devastation.

Each of you will be a team leader.

Each of you will find the glory
of being a martyr.

Allah, in his wisdom,
has chosen you to die.

Our mission is a coordinated
attack against the West,

to destroy them in the same way
they destroy us.

At exactly the same time
across America and Europe,

we will blow up economic targets
in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles,

Rome, Madrid, Paris,

and London.

We'll bring the infidels to their knees.

Move, move, move, move! (Yelling)

(Yelling, screaming)

(Whistle)

- Six seconds faster.
- Shit.

That's how I want it done.

Oi! What about me?

You were so good,
you get to do it again.

0h, leave it out, Henno. Do me
a favour, will you? Come off it.

Morning, Noel.

Ashley.

Good Lord! Bob Schulman.

- What are you doing here?
- Same as you.

Same as you.

The Secretary of State
is ready for you now, gentlemen.

- Morning, Minister.
- Morning, Mr Secretary.

- I'll let you debrief, Staff Sergeant.
- Sir.

That was better.

But we need to keep
the concentration levels up.

Fleming's all over us like a rash.

We're good...
But we need to be excellent.

What are they doing here?
The glory boys.

- Yanks.
- They're not all bad.

See the lieutenant?

I once did some training
at a camp down in Kentucky.

His name's Pincher.

Those boys are Green Berets,
US Special Forces.

- So why the company?
- You'll find out soon enough.

You're to report to the Colonel.
1600 hours.

Come.

What's happening, sir?
I see the cavalry's in town.

All in good time, Henry. Patrick...

Take them next door.
Make the introductions.

Colonel.

Gentlemen.

Staff Sergeant Henno Garvie
and Red Troop.

- Gentlemen.
- Louis Hoffman.

- Howdy.
- Dave Woolston.

Becca Gallagher.

Do you have a problem?

No, ma'am. I have no problem at all.

- And Finn Younger.
- Still on the whisky, Finn?

How many times did I tell you,
it's not whisky, it's Talisker?

He introduced Scotch to Fort
Campbell. I still got the headaches!

So, you're The Assassin?

Over here he's a sniper and
he's more than a match for you.

Yeah? Well, we'll see.

Sergeant McMullin.

- Do you have a first name?
- We work on a last-name basis.

Good to meet you, Garvie.

Weaver, you've met. This is Fender.

Y'all.

Barbella. And Ritzik.

You ever need someone to get you
out of your hole, I'm your man.

A wise guy.

All got to know each other, Henry?

I think we all know where
each one of us is coming from, sir.

Excellent.

This is Colonel Bob Schulman.

My other half
in Fifth Special Forces Group.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Right, briefing room.

Muhammad Hassan.

27-year-old engineering graduate
from Islamabad.

Originally recruited into aI-Qaida

on the back
of the Kashmiri struggle with India.

He's a communications expert

and heading to the top
of the new leadership post-9111.

Recently, he crossed the border
from Pakistan to Afghanistan.

How do we know? GCHQ picked up
an increase in shortwave signals

from a satellite phone.

Voice imaging
confirmed it to be Hassan.

Its location?

The White Mountains in Afghanistan.

Satellite surveillance
also picked up this.

- It wasn't there a month ago.
- A new training camp.

Exactly. After the military operations
in Tora Bora, aI-Qaida moved out.

Now, it seems, they're back.

And if Hassan has gone in,
it can mean only one thing.

A communications training camp.

Intelligence suggests that they're
planning another 9/11-type operation.

This is the man that we believe
authorised Madrid and London.

Why not just drop some metal on it
from 12,000 feet?

Because it isn't just
the training camp we want.

Hassan was almost picked up
on a sweep on Peshawar.

They missed him by ten minutes.

The politicians
don't want to miss him again.

And there's one other thing.

(Dempsey)
MIG and CIA want his laptop.

Apparently, wherever he goes,
it goes with him.

Our sources say it contains

the whole network and
communication structure of aI-Qaida.

That's why we want
you on the ground, Garvie.

Bin-Laden might be head of aI-Qaida

but Hassan is its new heart.

Without him, they can't pump the
oxygen around the rest of the body.

Dead or alive, sir?

Preferably alive.

He has a room reservation
at Guantanamo Bay.

Since when have we needed help
on a snatch squad?

Since Blair started playing
footsie with George W.

Yeah? But look on the bright side.

We have women on this operation.

I think they need bringing down
a peg or two, don't you?

Be honest, Garvie. You hate
these joint ops as much as I do.

What we think is irrelevant.
I'll do what I'm told to do.

And...try and make it look like
you did a half-decent job.

Garvie, I think we can do business.

Henry.

Sergeant McMullin.

All right.

- The intelligence is solid.
- Where have we heard that before?

This isn't Iraq, Lieutenant. This
intelligence is completely reliable.

I know it's a joint op, sir,
but who is OIC?

Equal manpower, similar rank.
One of us has to give the orders.

- It's my call.
- It's still their war on terror.

Is that the same
in every department?

We need the SAS's expertise.
We couldn't do this without you.

We have experience
in the mountains.

Just to be clear, sir,
I am taking orders.

Yes, Patrick.

Unless Lieutenant Pincher
delegates it, you all are.

With respect, sir, since when have
we been subservient to anyone?

Since now, so get used to it.

You pull these troops together
not divide them. Understood?

Happy families you want,
happy families you'll get.

- Do you mind?
- PSG.

Range one click.

In one. I've heard a lot about you.

- You as hot as they say?
- Hotter.

- So what do you use?
- L97.

- I can be 500 metres further away.
- (Becca groans)

Sometimes you want a real man
with a real weapon.

What sort of weapon
do you have in mind?

One with a much bigger calibre
than yours.

- How big's your barrel, Finn?
- Oh, big.

Hey, I told you, no one touches
my kit. Especially not you.

- Oi! What's that meant to mean?
- Didn't mean nothing.

You know what? I think
you have an attitude problem.

Yeah. Big problem.

What's up, Louis?
Someone invade your territory.

- He's funny, isn't he?
- Hey, man, what did I say?

You got a mouth, I'm gonna fill it.

(Indistinct yelling)

- See you in training, boy.
- Whenever you want! Come on.

Now!

Come here. You couldn't
fight a fart in a paper bag.

I'll tell you, I'm gonna have him!

Shh...

- Right, what have we got?
- Sniper sights.

Nice work!

US standard issue.
Global positioning system.

Mess tin.

- Classic.
- Torch.

Wait, wait.

And a boot!

- Left or right?
- Right.

- Excellent. Dave?
- Um... Sorry, guys.

- Dave, you weren't trying.
- Um...

Maybe a...

The winner!

- Where's my other boot?
- You got my sights?

Where the hell's my Mini Me?

Limey took my shades.

Er... Lost property, Sarge.

All right, well done but from now on,
the fun and games are over.

Dune buggies
will be there in half the time.

- Can they handle the terrain?
- Yeah.

Everyone will hear us for five miles.

Sound bounces up and down
these valleys.

With the shepherds' Chinese
whispers, Hassan will be long gone.

This needs to be silent running.

(Chatter)

Don't get up. Evening.

How's the ground plan?

We need a drop two valleys
south of the camp.

That way, we can cut off
any retreat back into Pakistan.

- Vehicles?
- On foot.

Good. Cos tonight you fly to Oman.

From there, we'll parachute you
into Afghanistan.

- (Knocking)
- Come.

You look troubled. Sit.

I'm not sure I am up to the task
you require of me.

What concerns you, Benali? Death?

No, Allah has chosen me.

I don't want to fail you.

- What if I'm arrested before the task?
- You were born in Britain.

Educated in Britain.
Your family still lives there.

That's why you were chosen.

Don't think of failure
and you will succeed.

Where's Ritzik?

Don't tell me he's gone AWOL...

(Tuts)

Oh, dear. You trying to avoid
the party?

Just shut your mouth
and help me up.

Whatever you do, don't cut me down.

- You married?
- What is this, Jerry Springer?

I wondered who'd miss you
if you died.

You would.

You know why you hate me?
Because we're the same.

What are you waiting for?

Come on!

- What the hell are those fires?
- Nomadic shepherds.

Camped up for the night. We'll have
to weave our way through.

- Where did you find him?
- Just hanging about.

What's up with this?
Either it's bust or wrong.

What position do you have?

Bad news, guys.
We're not where we think we are.

We're two valleys north
of the training camp, not south.

Wouldn't have happened
if we'd had a British pilot.

Just play the cards you're dealt.

- So how far?
- Two nights' tab to the training camp.

30 miles till we lay up for the day.

Hmm. Five hours till dawn.

- Louis, you tailgate.
- Ritzik, you're with him.

Let's move.

You gonna be able to keep this up?

I can keep it up all night, unlike you.

Left or right, sir?

High ground to the north.

South.

So much for the special relationship.

Dry rations?

Old-fashioned, don't you think?

Not all progress is good.

What happens
when your widget fails?

I get food poisoning.

What is it with you and the Captain?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Garvie...

I'm a sergeant, you're a sergeant,
we're both meat in the sandwich.

You might fool the other guys.

But I know a man with hurt pride
when I see one.

- What I think doesn't matter.
- No.

But don't think
you have to prove anything.

They respect you, Garvie,
whether you're top dog or not.

- What's in that?
- Haven't you heard?

American army can't fight
without Tabasco.

May I? This tastes like shit.

No, I still don't get it.
How does apples become stairs?

- It rhymes.
- No, it doesn't.

Apples rhymes with schlappels,
no way does it rhyme with stairs.

It's word association then it rhymes.
Apples and pears, stairs.

Butcher's hook, look. Oily rag, fag.

Fag?

All right, so maybe Cockney rhyming
slang wasn't such a good idea.

You know what?

I don't have any problems
with women in the army.

Really?

No, ma'am.

I'm not like Barbella.

You won't find me
giving you a hard time.

I'm more than happy
to have you die alongside me.

But...l do have a problem
with some folks, though.

What about him?

I'm not a racist,
but when it comes to a firefight,

you wonder whose side
they're really on.

You're talking about a friend of mine.

I would rather have him alongside me
than you any day.

We're relieving you.

Good. I'm not sure
I could stand the smell.

Becca, what was that about?

Nothing.

(Hassan) Trust is the key to our success.

You must trust yourself
and your brothers.

You must also never fear death.

- You trust me, Benali?
- Yes, Hassan, I do.

No, Hassan.

Good! In pairs, trust each other.

We have contact.

- AI-Qaida?
- Wait.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Let them pass.

- They'd be dead before they know it.
- When they don't return home,

the word will spread and we'll have
an entire Afghani village on us.

Ritzik. You heard the man.
Let them pass.

If they spot us, you can kill them.

- Goat herders.
- Have they spotted our position?

Should we move our LAP?

No, it's too risky.

Close but no cigar.

Let's pack up. We got half an hour
of daylight left.

We move when it gets dark.

We need to be in position
above the target before dawn.

You heard the Lieutenant.

America.

France.

Italy.

Spain.

Britain.

Each of you now has a telephone.

At the appointed time,
when you are in position,

call the first number programmed
into the phone's memory.

That telephone number
is my computer modem.

When all have been received,

the computer will send a coordinated
signal to the explosive device

and trigger the bombs.

Each of you will be reunited

and meet Allah
at exactly the same time.

Erm...
Where will you be? Alongside us?

In spirit, yes. I will have the computer
waiting for your call.

What if one of the phones fails
to ring into the computer?

The mission still goes ahead
but glory is denied to one of you.

It won't be me.

(Dogs howl)

Welcome to hell, sir.

For them or for us?

Both.

We have an hour before first light.
I want three ops groups of four.

We lay up all day. I wanna know
positions and numbers.

I wanna know where Hassan is.

Tango Group: McMullin,
Gallagher, Woolston, Fender.

Head of the valley.

Foxtrot Group: Garvie, Ritzik,
Hoffman, Younger.

Mouth of the valley.

Sierra Group: Barbella, Weaver,
Fleming and myself.

- We'll remain here.
- Radio silence.

Yeah. Rendezvous back 1830.

Good luck.

Got him. Front row, no beard.

One squeeze.

Alive, Finn.

You know that Muslims believe
at the point of birth,

Allah decides exactly
how and when they should die?

Yeah, well, it isn't today.

Anyway, this isn't about religion.

It's about hatred.

There's 42 at prayer, 15 guards.

- Bound to be more inside.
- More than we thought.

They outnumber us
at least six to one.

Should be a fair fight, then.

(Laughs)

They got a supply route
across the mountains.

Could even be some caves.

Which one of you
led a team at Tora Bora?

- Me.
- Good.

If we come across any caves,
you're our man.

That is typical, isn't it?

You get us to do all the hard work

then you simply collect the medals.

- That is why we're here, isn't it?
- We saved you in two world wars.

And as I recall, you came in late
for both of them.

At Tora Bora, I was part of a team
following bin Laden.

Now, we were on him, we had him.

Do you know what I was allowed
to do? Absolutely nothing.

I had that man in the cross-hairs

but I was not allowed
to pull the trigger. Why?

Because I had to give it to you guys.

You just have to have the glory,
don't you?

Two whole days I waited
for US Special Forces.

By the time you arrived, he was gone.

You know why?

Some fool gave our boys
the wrong coordinates.

- Learn how to read a map next time.
- That's enough.

- Boy don't like it? Go home.
- All right. Knock it off.

Both of you.

The bunker seems to be
Hassan's quarters.

He's been seen coming and going
from there all day.

He has four armed guards
with him at all times.

Anyone see him with the laptop?

Must be in his quarters.

There are four sentry positions.

Here, here, here and here.

And we estimate a total
of 90 men inside the camp.

Three times the number we expected.

There is no way we can achieve our
objective going in under darkness.

That many people,
we'd either lose Hassan

or there's a good chance
we'd lose half of us.

I agree.

Going in's no longer an option.

- What do you think, Fleming?
- It's your call.

We reduce their numbers. Ambush.

In daylight.
We call in an airstrike at dawn.

So do exactly
what we were ordered not to do?

Plans change.

That increases our chances.

We'll split into pairs, cover the valley.

As the airstrike hits,
it drives them out.

In the chaos, we move in. Identifying
Hassan will be easier in daylight.

What if he gets hit in the airstrike?

It's a risk we take. But I'd rather
sacrifice him than any of you.

Who protects the ravine?

Louis and Ritzik. Dave and Becca.

That's your job.

"I just love the smell of death
in the morning."

So, you want yourself
a little snipers' competition?

I'd never demean the sanctity
of human life with a wager.

Besides, I like to concentrate
on staying alive.

Everybody on board?

Any questions?

I'II radio in the coordinates
for the airstrike.

We move into position overnight.
Be ready to attack at first light.

Time check.

It's a beautiful night.

Allah's reward.
Your attitude pleases him.

We should get some sleep.

We have a long day tomorrow.

(Mouths)

(Distant rumbling)

Hey, Ritzik.

Keep them, man.
They look better on you, anyhow.

(Rumbling)

J“ Oh, happy day!

J“ Oh, happy day, when Jesus washed

J“ When Jesus washed...

You know,

I think you are the most annoying
individual I have ever come across.

Well, now. Coming from you,
that's a compliment.

"All call signs, hold your fire.

"Stand by."

ETA 15 seconds.

The part I hate most.

Like a couple of old sportsmen.

Always easier to play than to watch.

(Helicopter)

Watch out!

Whoo-hoo!

Inside!

Let's move.

If I don't survive,
don't let anyone get this.

Take it to Islamabad. The internet
coffeehouse at Kohsar market.

- Understand?
- You will survive.

- As Allah is my witness...
- Remember.

Today is not the day
that Allah will call you, either.

No, this way.

- Clear!
- Clear!

No laptop. Let's go.

Out on the right. That's it.

I have the x-ray.
Confirm, I have the x-ray.

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

Listen up. Ritzik has contact.
All right, let's move.

(Helicopter)

Follow me!

Yanks!

No, man, no!

Hurry! Go, I will defend you! Go!

Thank you, my brother.

Careful, follow where I walk.
We laid mines.

Come in, One-Four. You see him?

- Negative.
- Right.

See if this helps. Out.

- Well?
- No!

Great, that was really worth
risking my life.

You know what? If he wasn't in the
army, I think he'd be a serial killer.

"Zero Alpha, Romeo One-One. Target
x-ray has entered the ravine system."

- "We're pinned down by a sniper."
- This is Zero Alpha.

Support is on its way.
You heard him, let's go!

Lieutenant!

We'll try and draw the sniper's fire.
Think you can hit him from here?

Just watch me.

You were taking too long.

- Oh, goddamn it.
- Shit!

- How?
- Blue on blue.

- Apache strafed our position.
- A complete waste.

What do you want to do?
The target's getting away.

Call in an air crew.
Have him taken home.

These mountains
are full of sympathisers.

You'll risk an air crew
to take his body home?

Obviously, not now, Captain.
We'll come back for him.

Our target is escaping.
Our rendezvous may not be back here.

You cannot change the entire
mission for one dead man.

We take our dead home, sir.

Under normal circumstances,
so do we.

But this is an extreme situation.

What happens if the locals
get to him before we come back?

Do you want Ritzik's head
paraded through the streets,

his body dragged behind a 4x4?

Far better that we deal with him now.

What are you suggesting?

White-phos his body. That way, there
is nothing left for them to play with.

- Finn, you know how we work.
- Yes, sir.

- I'm with Henno on this.
- We don't have time for this.

- Divide his ammo.
- Sir!

Fender, that's an order.

If you want, I'll do it.

Finn, this is your department.

Sir, it's the right thing to do.

Dear Lord.

We commend to you the soul
of our friend here.

You were a good man. I liked you.

May you, heavenly father, protect,
guide and comfort him

and forgive him the sins of this world.

Amen.

- Where did Hassan go?
- The ravine.

Him and several others.

We're not following? Why don't
we go up and over the top?

Because the target
didn't go over the top.

Where he goes, we go.

You have authority and control,
Captain Fleming.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

OK, troop. Let's move.

Don't stop. Keep going. This way
takes us across the mountains.

It's me they're after!

I don't like it.
It smells like an ambush.

- Agreed.
- Spread out.

Dave, get yourself up here.

- What do you think, mate?
- Perfect place to leave a present.

It's your show.
You take point, we'll cover.

Single file. Walk where I walk.

Henno.

- Can we just step over it?
- Are you kidding?

So what do you suggest?

We go around. See?

Footprints. That's what they did.

Roger that.

Up the side. Watch your footing.

How much goddamn time
are we losing?

The shortcut is through the middle
if you like.

Ten metres across, then down.

- I'm sure they're closing.
- Almost there. We can't waste time.

If I wanted a geography field trip,
I'd go to the Wye bloody Valley.

I need you to give us time.

- What about me?
- Not you. You're coming with me.

What the hell is that?

It's an abandoned
hydroelectric plant.

Built by the Russians, continually
blown up by the Mujahideen.

Looks like
that's the way they're headed.

Good work, Dave.
Lieutenant, it's over to you.

(McMullin) You sure they came this way?

(Henno) Oh, yeah.

- Do you see them?
- Not yet.

All right, let's do it.
Prepare to move. Move!

- I make it four.
- Affirmative.

All right, let's do this.
Preparing to move. Move in!

Prepare to move. Move!

Move!

Move!

Boss! Boss!

Don't shoot!

Let's go.

Heads up. Watch your feet.
Especially you, Fender.

Dave, check forward. Becca, cover.

Where the hell are we?

The good news is
we're still in Afghanistan.

- What's the bad news?
- Across the river is Pakistan.

There's a village beyond the ridge.

We've lost him across the border.

So what do you have in mind, sir?

Dave! Becca, don't move.
There's never just one.

- How bad is it?
- My back.

I didn't take the full force.

Must've hit a pressure wire.

Right, let's just take it nice and easy.

Salaam aleikum.

(Speaks Pashto)

- (Man replies in Pashto)
- Muhammad Hassan.

(Becca) All right, I'm going to
take the pain away now.

- How is it?
- You'll live.

But this is as far as you go.

Drink up, Dave.

- Becca.
- No, thanks.

There you go. You all right?

So what do we do now? Hang around
and take holiday snaps?

- Not a lot we can do.
- We've come all this way

- just to turn around?
- We can't cross the border.

- Since when?
- Since the fall of 2004.

The protocols for the Afghan war
were rescinded.

- By whom?
- By the Pakistan government.

Cross and it's a military incursion
into a sovereign state.

I don't remember no protocols

when they flew into
the World Trade Center.

He's right.

Do you think
Hassan showed his passport?

You expect me to shrug
and go home? Get him.

You're not calling the shots, Louis.

So who would know? Who would
know we crossed the border?

Lieutenant,
I know the United States has

a cavalier attitude to foreign policy,

but you cross that border
then you will do it alone.

I will have no option but to report it
in my debriefing.

Do I make myself clear?

What side of the fence
do you sit on, Garvie?

As I recall, sir, our remit
was to operate in Afghanistan.

Until that changes,
we stay this side of the river.

You do know it could take
days to get authority?

Our target is in that village.
Wait and Hassan will be long gone.

With respect, sir, 9/11 apart...

..it's bad manners for anyone
to assume they own the world.

We abort or we get authority.
It's your call. You're in charge.

Finn?

Barbella, give me the sat phone.

As you said,
they cannot cross the border.

We need food.

- (Knocking)
- Any news?

We've lost one of our men,
one of yours is injured,

and they haven't even got Hassan.

- Where is he?
- They want permission to follow him.

- He's crossed into Pakistan.
- Damn!

A year ago,
it wouldn't have been a problem.

A year ago, they would've begged us.

Tempting though it is,
we can't allow it, Bob.

Not even as a deniable operation
on their own initiative.

How long has it taken
to get Pakistan on side?

I know, Aidan, you're right.

If it was just you British,
it would be different.

But if it goes wrong, it could turn
into a full-scale international incident.

I'll tell them no.

Who did you lose?

Ritzik.
And Dave Woolston's your casualty.

- Sorry.
- Bombs and bullets. People die.

That's good. No fever, no infection.

Here.

If you were Hassan,
would you still be there?

It depends. If I felt safe, I'd stay.

Unsafe, I'd have been
gone hours ago.

Hmm.

Let's say he knows
we can't cross the border.

He thinks he's safe.

Which means
he's probably still there.

- Louis.
- Yeah?

See if you can pick up
any signal from across the border.

No problem.

Why rush a good meal, huh?

If they were coming, they would've
been here by now.

Why don't you think
they have found brother Osama?

Because borders
are the enemies of all armies.

To my country. Pakistan!

What's the matter?
The mission still goes ahead.

It's delayed, yes,
but we still have to teach them.

They only learn to respect us
when their people die.

It makes me nervous,
knowing they're there.

- They cannot cross the border.
- I'll be happier when we leave.

When are they coming for us?

Pass me the satellite phone.

- Salaam aleikum.
- "Wa-aleikum assalaam."

Islamabad, sahar.

Yes, Islamabad,
just after dawn will be fine.

Don't forget,
we're at the schoolhouse.

Wa-aleikum assalaam.

- "Wa-aleikum assalaam."
- Henno!

A call. He wants transport
to Islamabad at first light.

- They're at the schoolhouse.
- How far is that village?

- Did you check it on the map?
- About two miles.

We could be in and out
in just over half an hour.

Just got a message back
from Control in Oman.

Permission to cross the border
denied. Abort the mission.

Thank you, Finn.
That makes things much clearer.

He must be expecting some kind
of transport to pick him up.

Becca, what's our exact position,
according to GPS?

I don't know, sir. The GPSs aren't
picking us in the mountains.

So, it would be very easy to get lost
and not know your exact position.

- Wouldn't you say?
- That's right.

GPS, this kind of terrain,
you could be anywhere.

- You might be in Afghanistan.
- Or Pakistan.

So...do we do this on our own

or do we wake them up?

Stand to.

McMullin, we're lost.

What?

You have control.

If it goes wrong, you Brits have
a better relationship with Pakistan.

Who says we're going to Pakistan?

OK?

I want a chopper to rendezvous here
in 40 minutes.

Oi! Don't go anywhere without us.

- Good luck, guys.
- Oi, prepare to move.

Move!

You're a clever man, Benali.

Perhaps Allah might prefer you
to serve him in other ways.

I thought Allah chose me
to be a martyr.

Oh...

You have many talents.
We need people like you.

The trains and planes
will explode with or without you.

With each bullet, the Americans
recruit suicide bombers for Europe,

for Israel, for New York.

Perhaps the place for you is with me.

Serving any way I can...

..will be an honour.

Fender, we need your firepower.
Weaver, Barbella, you're with him.

Gun position here. Defend our backs.

When we come back through,
you take out anything following.

Then quick retreat after us.
Understood?

Understood.

(Engine starts)

You guys take him.
We hear this is your area.

Hassan! The trucks are here.

Benali, the truck is here.

- You're coming with me.
- Nothing could stop me.

Clear!

Stop! He's one of ours!

That's our agent. His name's Benali.

(Groans)

You OK?

Move!

Move!

Get up!

Welcome to Afghanistan.

(Groans)

- Good job, Henno.
- Couldn't have done it without you.

- Anyone here ever been to Pakistan?
- Not that we know of.