Kandahar (2023) - full transcript

- Oliver!
- Yeah.

Can you get me the big cutters?

- You got it.
- Thanks.

Accessing underground structure.

- Feeds are live.
- Got it.

We're in.

Wait until the asset
gives the all clear.

Copy.

- Take some pictures.
- Roger.

Getting imagery now.

And of the nuclear facility.



Look at that, they got the
whole thing underground.

Even the chimneys are hidden.

Come on Oliver,
let's wrap it up.

Hey!

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Hey, hey!

You've seen our paperwork.

Which is working on
the telephone lines...

No, no, no!

He's just quiet, he
doesn't talk much.

By the Ayatollah.

Hey, hey!

Scan all frequencies.

Any charter back to Tehran?



Negative, no radio
transmissions.

It's okay.

Just my phone.

Look.

See?

Come here.

Look, see? Come here.

Now you got fast internet.

Ey?

Still want to call Quds Force?

Come here. Come here.

Come here, watch.

Football.

See?

It's a goal!

Yeah.

It's a goal! Incredible...

They just pulled
away from the sight.

Keep eyes in the sky on them.

You think they're onto us?

We're not hanging
from a crane yet.

Don't worry, our cover's
tight, we're good.

I'm ready for this
one to be over.

Watching right up.

UAVs and drones on standby.

Maneuver's a go.

Execute.

Breaching firewall.

System running at 95%.

Confirm the alarms are
disabled in centrifuge room.

Confirming, alarms disabled.

Eyes on guard,
still no movement.

The Trojan horse is active,
and we are undetected.

Copy, no detection.

We're in the mainframe now.

How much time?

Ten hours until it
hits the centrifuges.

Twelve until meltdown.

Continue monitoring the CCTV.

Copy.

Three, two, one.

I'm Luna Kujai, and this
is your Middle East update

broadcasting live from Oman.

Tensions continue
after Iran's decision

to abandon nuclear negotiations
with Western powers.

Still no boots on the ground,
as promised by the US.

Three, two, one.

Still no boots on the
ground, as promised by the US

and its allies, after
their withdrawal

of conventional
forces in Afghanistan.

Yet the shadow war wages on.

Elite American and British
units continue to hunt down

high value targets in
denied territories.

In the last month alone, the
assassinations of two Iranian

nuclear scientists and
a top Al-Qaeda leader...

James, James, what do I do now?

Okay, I'm sending the file.

Open the key to
encrypt the connection

point to point, we gotta hurry.

Oh, my God!

This exposes their
entire operations.

And that's why we got
to be careful okay.

But no names, you hear me?
Okay? Protect the assets.

Yes, I promise, I promise,
just, just the companies,

the CIA is using
for cover, right?

I just want them to
know I'm a patriot

that I'm protecting my country,
that's why I'm doing this.

Yeah.

Wait, someone's
coming, I gotta go.

James?

Der Herald Newspaper, how
may I assist your call?

Hi, this is Luna Kujai.

Please connect me to
Hans Forzburg's office.

Uh, yeah, yeah, tell
him it's an emergency.

- Luna, what have you got?
- Hello, Hans?

My Pentagon source
just came through.

Can we verify the information?

Yeah. The CIA's Black Ops.

Jesus, are you sure?

Yeah, trust me.

It'll be bigger than Snowden
and WikiLeaks combined.

Fantastic work, Luna.

You're exposing the Hypocrisy

and we're going
front page with it.

I'll call Langley,
make sure we're on.

We better be.

Some maintenance guy checks

that junction box, we're fucked.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.

Huh, every time you call,
it's from a different number.

Listen, I get in late
tomorrow night to Gatwick.

I'll call you if my
flight's delayed, alright?

And make sure you're on
the plane this time, Tom.

'Cause Ida's already
told her friends that her

fucking dad will be
there for her graduation.

Alright, don't start, Cory.

I mean you know, the
job dictates everything.

Well, you know what, you
need to dictate it this time

or you're gonna break her heart.

And... I... I also need
you to sign the papers.

And, I suppose I
could finally move on.

Are you seeing somebody?

Yeah, I am.

Is this serious?

I just want to stop
living in this purgatory.

You know what I mean,
look at your things.

They're all over the flat.

I'll do whatever
you need, alright?

I just...

I want you to be happy.

Sure you're gonna go right back
there after the graduation.

- You'll never quit.
- I...

- Admit it.
- What do you want from me?

I mean, I don't have anything
else on my resume, do I?

You know you can teach.

- Teach?
- Yeah, teach.

Y... you've got the degree.

I'm not really that interested

in sitting behind
a desk all day.

- I'm sorry, Cory.
- Okay.

- About everything.
- Just...

Just please be safe, will you?

And please be on that flight.

Okay.

Yeah.

Hello?

It is good to hear your voice.

Any problems getting
in the country?

No, they bought the cover story.

And my fingerprints weren't
in the system, like you said.

You know I got you back.

But still, you
got to be careful.

If they find out who
you really are...

I know the risk, Roman.

Trust me.

But I said I will do
this job, and I will.

I know you would.

That's why I got
that info you wanted.

Nahal Hosseini.

I'll text you her number.

Thank you, thanks.

When does your
friends come here?

Day after tomorrow.

Roman, it's just a
translating job, right?

Just translating, yes.

Okay, I got to go.

Status?

Centrifuges are at
temperature, sir.

Distributing
variable spin speed.

It's moving up now.

Increasing to 70,000 rpm.

- Do they know we're in?
- No, sir.

We're still clean.

Do it.

Is everyone at their stations?

Increasing speeds to 90,000 rpm.

Tracking pressure increase
in reactive space.

Temperature continuing to rise.

Now at 800 degrees.

They manually triggered
their emergency alarms.

They triggered the
halon gas system.

Alright, I'm off to the airport.

- Anything from Roman?
- All clean.

Alright, make sure...
clean out the house.

Wipe down all the
hard drives, ey?

- Full burn down.
- You got it.

Say hello to the
free world for me.

Take care.

How the fuck can you be
running out of ammunition?

When the Americans
left you with it?

That was a long time ago, Kahil,
we're also fighting Daesh.

New ISISK fighters coming in
from the Gulf every single day.

Mullah Omar is dead.

Done gone, now what?

I know they don't understand
a word I'm saying right now.

But you better.

Can't have you pull this
crazy shit all over again.

Chopping heads off.

Beating women in public.

Taking selfies.

The world is watching.

And you have to show them
that you are modernizing.

Because I can't have my
leaders face sanctions.

But what you're worried
about is the dangers

of little girls going to school.

I'm not worried about
little girls in schools.

Then what're you worried about?

Traitors, Kahil, traitors.

You continue this revenge shit.

There will be no
sanctuary for you

or anyone of you
anywhere in Pakistan.

Because the Americans
will come again.

And they will bomb the
fuck out of you, again.

So you'll be running
around in circles.

Remember who put you
in that chair, Rasoul.

Who made you, who protected you

when you were being fucked hard.

Salaam Alaikum.

As the United States, Israel

and other Western
powers continue to deny

any involvement in the sabotage

of Iran's nuclear
reactor today near Kam

there are still no suspects.

Many are reminded of Stuxnet,
the malicious computer virus

that caused the centrifuge
meltdown of their tanks facility

that incident followed on
for many other incidents...

Are you still coming
home tomorrow?

No, Mr. Hans wants me
in Berlin first thing.

Oh, wait, so you're
going to Berlin?

Yeah, I have to
supervise the edit.

Well, Lilly and I are
sure proud of you.

- You did it.
- Oh, thanks, love.

I miss you both so much.

- Has she been good?
- Yeah, she's been...

Wait, w... w... what?

Help! Help me!

Are you okay?

- Help!
- What's going on?

Answer me! Luna!

- Help!
- I'll call the police!

Whoa! There he is!

Ah! Bring it in!

- How are you?
- Fine.

Come on, let's get you a drink.

Good to see you
all in one piece.

It's all for show.

The usual?

Cheers!

Sick and tired of
working in this cesspool

while looking for
the American dream.

Yeah, why am I here, Roman?

Your flight was delayed.

Well, I know.

It leaves in 92 minutes.

Hmm.

I'm gonna push it back again!

Come with me.

And they said it
couldn't be done.

My favorite horse...

always delivers.

Yeah, they'll just
build another one.

Of course they will.

And that's why I need
you for the next phase.

Yeah, when I get back.

No, no, this one can't wait.

Come upstairs.

I don't know, you just
tell me when to stop.

I told you, Roman.

When I get back.

Job starts tomorrow,
three days work.

You'll be back in time
for Ida's graduation.

Oh, are you tapping
my phones now?

This job is making you paranoid.

You're gonna sign
those divorce papers?

Stay out my fucking
personal life, alright?

- What personal life?
- Yeah.

I worry about you, Tommy.

Maybe if you open your mind,
you could find some peace, too.

I sure did.

Right, yeah.

Okay, do it for Ida then.

She wants to be a
doctor, right? Hmm?

You could put her through
any medical school she wants.

Where's the job?

Here.

Melting Iran's shiny new
toy was just the beginning.

Langley wants a covert airstrip

just across the Afghan
border near Taybad.

We're gonna go in there and
destroy their whole nuclear

program before they have the
chance to build the big bomb.

You'll insert here on
the Afghan side in Iran.

Jesus. Herat is crawling
with foreign spooks.

And you can't get
anybody else for this?

I don't want anybody else.

Only know with you, it's not
just all about the money.

Alright.

See this?

Taliban control all of this.

Right? North, west, east.

And your warring militias
taking shots at them all.

- What's the cover story?
- There's none.

It's black through and through.

- You're on your own.
- Fuck.

Alright, if I do this,

I'm going to need a
handler, a good one.

Somebody who speaks
both Dari and Pashtun

and knows this fucking area.

He's in country right now.

Tom.

- Salaam alaikum.
- Wa-alaykumus-salaam.

My name is Mohammed. But
everyone calls me, Mo.

I brought you change of clothes.

Is there anyone around here
who drives a brand new SUV?

You know we're supposed
to blend in, right?

We will. Americans left dozens
of these at the embassy.

Even these drug dealers
have one of these.

Where's the safe house?

Kandahar, which
is north of Herat.

Taliban?

Yeah. The country
is locked up tight.

So, I mean, if you
need something,

just let me know.
I will make a run.

So I take it you're
from around here?

Yeah, born and
raised till I was 16.

Will anyone recognize you?

No, I don't think so.

Yeah, I haven't been here
for a very long time.

I mostly lived in Kabul.

Welcome to New Afghanistan.

Same as the old.

Yeah.

My name is Farzad Asadi.

I'm a colonel in the Islamic
Revolutionary Guard corps.

Jerusalem force.

I'm not a spy.

I know you're not a spy.

Then why am I here?

Come on.

I have a daughter, too.

Help me get you home.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Two days ago, an American
named James Vincent

sent you information about
my country's nuclear program.

And now one of our nuclear
plants has been sabotaged.

Tell me about the company
you were researching.

You had files on your computer.

A Swiss company, Civlix.

Okay, if you look at
Civlix locations...

they were working
exclusively in the nuclear

and military facilities.

Any names at Civlix? Please.

We didn't get any names. We
didn't... we didn't get any...

- No... no names. We don't...
- Give me some names.

I'm telling you the truth.
We didn't get any names.

Please believe me.

Wait. Please believe me.

Please. You said
I could go home.

You will.

As a martyr.

Please!

You said, I could
go home. Please.

There's only one bedroom.

Okay.

Package arrived
for you yesterday.

What is your mission?

Go to Landing Strip near Taybad.

Taybad. Taybad is in Iran.

We leave at sundown.

What do you mean we?

What, Roman didn't tell you?

No, he just said I'm
supposed to pick you up

and be your translator,
but here in Herat.

Alright, call him.

Salaam Alaikum.

C-I-A...

Breaking news from
Der Herald newspaper

exposing the CIA's
illegal black operations

in the Middle East.

They include the
sabotage of Iran's

top secret nuclear
reactor near Qom.

The information was
leaked by a Pentagon

whistle-blower after passing
classified documents...

Come on now, hurry,
pick up the phone.

Missing.

Many speculate she's being held

in an Iranian prison
awaiting public execution.

Focuses on CIA
operatives who posed

as telecommunication contractors

for a Swiss company
called, Civlix

causing the meltdown
of Iran's reactor.

The fallout from this
disclosure could be devastating

for Western interests.

- Yo.
- Put the news on.

Any channel.

Just have him and tell the
guy watching the safehouse.

There was a breach
at the Pentagon.

We're exposed.

How bad?

They got your picture
and your alias

but not your real name.

Can't get in touch
with Oliver, Tommy.

What's the play?

Well, mission's aborted.

Let me get you out of there.

Hang tight.

Roman, I've got Chris
Hoyt here with me.

Head of our special
operations group.

The deputy director
asked him to sit in.

- More the merrier.
- The field asset.

- Tell me about him. Who is he?
- Tom Harris.

A lifer. A loan to us from MI6.

Total chameleon. He's one
of my go to low-vis guys.

And he's running with a
former Afghan translator

that we flew in to assist.

Sounds like the
life of the party.

Are the Iranians
their only problem?

Are you joking?

I mean, Afghanistan right now

is like Cold War Berlin.

Yeah, Talibs, Paks,
Indians, Russians, Chinese,

and then you got ISISK

too backwards for even Al-Qaeda.

Any of them catch my guy

will sell him to
the highest bidder.

Unfortunately, we're gonna
have to cut them loose.

- We have no other options.
- Yes, we do. Chris, come on.

You know that 22 SAS is
in country right now.

Hunting Al-Qaeda's
second in command.

He's right.

The Brits' flight out
leaves in 30 hours.

Okay, I'll have the
deputy director call MI6.

I'm sure they'll be happy
to get their man back.

I'm doing the burn run now.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

This is your only
shot of getting out.

That's alright. I know
what I signed up for.

If anyone can make it, it's you.

Extraction point...

is an old CIA base
in Kandahar province

using a C-130.

Less than a minute
on the ground.

How far from Kandahar are they?

About 400 miles.

But the distance is
not the main issue.

It's what's in between.

Alright.

What are you doing?

Cover's blown.

- Get your stuff.
- How?

Doesn't matter how.

We'll leave for
Kandahar in 15 minutes.

Kandahar? We were supposed
to leave from here tomorrow.

Not anymore.

Come on. Let's go.

Slumming it with us again.

Rasoul, I need a crew for
snatch and drive in Gandhar.

Use your red units.

Not those guys who are
always high on bugs spray.

Okay, okay, okay. Yeah.

Just make sure your
fucking crew is ready.

They're out of the safe house.

Keep your eyes
peeled for hostiles.

- Roger that.
- Start the clock.

We engage if they make contact?

No way. We're not
working under title 50.

No, we can only advise.

They wonder why we can't win.

Keep your eye out for a hoopty.

- For what?
- It's a shitty car.

We got to ditch this one.

You know, maybe we
should have split up.

I mean, I can hide
here for a few days

and then take a flight
from Herat to Pakistan.

Yeah, good idea, Mo.

And get some rest before they
snatch you at Herat airport.

That way, you'll last longer

when they start pulling
your fingernails off.

There's the market there.

Okay, let's go this way.

Where is he going?

I see two SUV's
approaching the market.

Here.

Take the bags off the back.

Wait for my signal, okay?

Okay.

Oy, oy, oy!

They're switching into
a white Nissan pickup.

White Nissan.

Someone try to get the plates.

Shit.

Coming to traffic.

There are two vehicles emerging.

Ah.

What's the way through this?

The only way to Kandahar
is the highway one.

It's on the other
side of the town.

Tell him to get away
from the truck, Mo.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuckin' clutch.

Sorry.

I am sorry.

Sorry, here, one minute.

Yeah, here, here, here,
sorry, I'm sorry, okay.

Tom! Tom, go!

Highway one is straight ahead.

What are you doing?

I'm telling you we are
going the wrong way.

No, it's a detour.

Get down!

God, I like this
guy. He is good.

Oh, shit.

Check for a spare
tire in the back.

Oh, my God. Yes.

Okay, I'll pull security.
You change the tire.

Mo, Hurry up. We're
exposed out here.

Yeah.

Come on.

What piece of shit!

You do it yourself!

It's the adrenaline.
You're coming down.

- Try to drink some water.
- Who was the guy on the bike?

I need you to focus, okay?
Just change the fucking tire!

Well...

Well, well, I know...

I know when I'm being lied to.

Mo, where are you going?

I came here to find
my wife's sister.

And that's exactly
what I'm going to do.

- Your wife's sister?
- Yes. She was missing.

I'm not leaving Herat
until I find her.

Well, you're not gonna find
her if you're fucking dead.

Good luck to you.

- Mo?
- Huh?

Call him to come out.

Tom, Tom, he's
just a little boy.

Tell him to drop it.

Jesus.

You won't make it
on your own, Mo.

Then tell me what's
truly going on.

This is my life in your hands.

I burned their
house down in Iran.

The nuclear reactor?

Why can't CIA agents
just come and pick us up?

We're cutouts in an
even bigger game.

But what it means is no
one is coming to rescue us.

Okay?

So we just got to
get to Kandahar,

and then we'll regroup,

Okay?

And then I'll help you
find your wife's sister.

I'm sorry, Mo.

I should have told
you the truth earlier.

Do you really think we
can make it to Kandahar?

Not without help.

There's someone I've worked
with before south of here.

And maybe he has a helicopter.

Let's go.

Asalamualaikum.

Ismail, it's Roman.

Look, I need a favor.

Mm-hmm.

Huh.

Ah...

How much longer to your friend?

About another 20 miles or so.

Do you hear this?

- Yeah.
- I... I...

I think there is something
wrong with the tire again.

That's not our car.

Take the wheel, Mo!

- I can't see where I'm going!
- Just keep it straight!

Ah!

The engine's down!

Get ready to bail.

Let's go! Move, move!

Run, Mo!

- Where?
- Just run!

You'll always be...

That's our comeback ride.
Stay down, don't move.

Alright.

Oh, God, forgive our
living and our dead.

Yeah, used me as bait.

But it worked.

- Looks like we're on foot.
- Huh.

We're-we're refueling the UAV.

- Where are they now?
- We've lost 'em.

- Has Roman checked in?
- No. Why?

- Copy.
- Should I be worried?

If those were my guys, I'd
be blowing up your phone

every ten minutes.

Are you sure you don't
want me to wait up for ya?

What are you gonna do
if we can't find you?

I'm practically the only white
dude left in this country.

Can't be too hard to find.
Get home safe, brother.

Ah.

May the dust rise and
the apostles hear a cry.

Let's do it.

I have to pray.

Ah.

Ah. My knees are killing me.

Here. Ah.

Take this.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Not exactly best
way to break a fast,

but it's all I've got.

Mm...

Battle buddy?

His name is Siddiqui.

He was my translator
through six tours.

For six fucking tours.

Tried to get him to
the, the US or London.

Anywhere safe.

Then ISIS rode through Mosul...

and they hung him.

My pleader.

Yeah, we rely on you
guys for everything.

I mean, the language,
the culture.

You risk your lives for us...

and then we tell you exactly

what your country should look
like and how you should act.

Half the time we don't
even say thank you.

Oh, no, I'm glad you made
it to the States, Mo.

Got your family out.

Not all of them made it.

My oldest son, Hamid,
was killed here.

Are you married?

I was.

- Do you have kids?
- I do.

I have a, a photo.

Ida. She's, uh, she's, uh, 17.

She's beautiful.

Ah. Thanks.

I was supposed to be at her
graduation this weekend.

You have to go home, Tom.

You have to go home and
hold her in your arms

before you even forget
what it feels like.

See, my, my Hamid is gone,

and all I have left
is just the picture.

You know, it's funny.

Here I am, talking to
a guy I barely know.

Somehow, I, I'm more comfortable
with you than I am with family.

Excuse me.

That's them. Raise your hands.

Let 'em know we're not a threat.

That's a flag of Tajik warlord.

I know.

Say we're friends
of Ismail Rabbani.

We're asking Rabbani for help?

Do it before they get
trigger-happy, Mo.

Salam Alaikum.

- Ismail Rabbani.
- Heh-heh.

My friend, your face
is all over the news.

- Ah.
- Good to see you.

Been too long. This
is, uh, Mohammed.

Asalamualaikum.

Wa-alaikum-salam.

So what brings you to Farah?

We have to get to Kandahar.

Oh, if you'd only
come by yesterday,

I would have flown you myself.

Well, the Taliban
borrow my helicopter

for operation in the north. Hm.

I can give you a truck.
I have plenty of those.

You will be there
in three hours.

- My brother.
- We are about to eat.

Are you hungry?

Our morning's work.

Sure had some good
times together, huh,

facing them Osama's boys.

Yeah, we gave them a run for
their money. That's for sure.

Feels like a lifetime
ago, but don't worry,

soon we will be all
back at it again.

The harder you try to
stamp out an ideology,

the stronger it becomes.

Hm?

Hm. What is with
the good Muslim boy?

Ah.

Mo... what are you doing?

Your friend is a
warlord who razed Herat.

It was only business.

A higher bidder paid me for it.

And I will do it
again just like I did

for the Russians,
I did it for ISI.

I did it for Americans and
I will do it for Taliban.

You killed thousands.
Women and children.

One of them was my son.

Ismail, well...

Is that what you want? Huh?

Is that it, revenge?
An eye for an eye?

Hm.

Here, take it. It is only fair.

A violent act must
be met with another.

Go ahead. Take it.

Ismail, come on.

Stay out of it, Tom.

Hm.

Ever hear the story
of the Afghan man

who lived for 700 years?

On his 700th birthday, the
great Amir, Dost Mohammad Khan,

threw him a, a lavish party.

And after all the
guests had left,

the Amir said in confidence,
"I am surrounded by enemies."

"What is your secret to be
living in such dangerous place

for a long time?"

And the man looked
at him and said...

"It is easy. Change sides."

I know the story.

And this way,

our country can never be as one.

Mo.

Ismail.

Oh.

I... I'm so sorry, Mo.
I... I had no idea.

You called him your brother.
Do you know how insulting this?

He killed my son
and thousands more

because of you and people
like you empowering him

without caring about my people!

Shame on you.

Shame on you.

Look, we can refuse his help

and we just walk out of here.
You wanna do that, I'm in.

Oh.

I just want to go.

I want to go to my
family. That's it.

I just want to go home.

Mo, this is our best chance.

Asalamualaikum.

Behenchod.

Hello?

London.

Paris.

Did you think that
this will ever end?

Ancient wars were
fought for spoils.

Modern wars aren't
meant to be won.

Tom!

Fucking Ismail.

You should have shot him.

I need air support now.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Rasoul, don't be a bitch.

Hold them off until I get there.

Rasoul.

Ah!

Hit the gate!

Hit the gate!

Allahu-Akbar!

Hello, Thomas.

Oh, fuck you.

- It's not funny. Ah.
- You okay?

What happened? How
did you get here, man?

Rode in with my Afghan.

Special Forces buddies,
pretending to be ISIS.

- Uh, pretty good, huh?
- Oh, fuck.

Hey, wait, wait,
wait. What about Mo?

He's in here somewhere.

Let's go find him.

Mo?

Mo?

Mo? Mo?

Uh...

Oh. Motherfucker!

Roman, in here.

You okay? I got you,
Mo. I got you. Jesus.

I'm sorry, Mo.

Come on. You get up.

Out of here. Out of here.

Almost there. Hang on...

Ah.

What about your SF guys?
Can we get them out?

They are never
gonna stop fighting.

Sir, there they are.

Moving in with Reaper.

Confirming signal from
town's blue force.

This guy doesn't quit.

No, he doesn't.

Stay on the fence line.

There's a perimeter
gate four klicks up.

He's right on our ass.

Ah!

Ah!

Everybody okay? Mo, good?

Ah, it's Roman. Oh, my God!

- Shit.
- Ah.

- Roman.
- He's bleeding very badly.

Mo, find something to
pack him with. Quick.

It's alright. It's alright.

Roman, just hang on, okay?

We're gonna make
it to the flight.

- Roman!
- No, Roman!

Tom, we have to go back.

Alright, Mo. Get ready.

Ah.

Hang on, Mo. Almost there!

- We are not gonna make it, Tom.
- We're gonna make it.

Copy, Bravo Six.
Prepare for landing.

Multiple bogies emerging
from the north and east.

RPG's spotted on
the left window.

ETA on the Brit
slide is one minute.

Christ, they're
gonna block the gate.

Tell the birds to
hold the plane.

Copy.

Roger, Bravo Six. Move
your best to hold.

However, we have
targeted civilian...

Come, let's go, boys.

I see the gate.

- Hm?
- Tom?

Stay here.

He is going to kill you.

Then I won't be lying down.

Fuck.

I've got you.

I got you. Huh.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry, Mo.

I let you down.

God's plan.

God's plan?

Counting up to 50-plus bogies
converging on the base.

What's our Reaper armed with?

She'd be using Hellfire, sir.

Text the pilot. Do it now.

What are you doing?

We don't have the authority.

Fuck the authority.
They can fire me.

I won't watch anymore
of our men die today.

Tom...

it's been an honor.

Be honest, mate.

Let's go home, Mo.

Let's go.

Go! Quick.

Come on.

Ah. Ah.

We got wounded! We got wounded!

Keep moving. Keep
moving. Keep moving.

- Get a medic on it.
- Go! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

I will never see
my homeland again.

Yes, you will.

And I'll be with you...

when you find your
wife's sister.

Oh.

You may go.

I am glad you called.

The Brits want to know what
happened to the reporter.

When I captured that Mossad
agent in Tehran last year,

I told him a simple truth.

Spend too much time in Tehran,

and Israel was cease to exist.

He took it as a threat.

But it was just some
friendly advice,

from one countryman to another.

You have to return home...

to know what you
are fighting for.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're home.

What happened?

Nothing.

Ah. Well, you get so big.

Dad, you don't tell your teenage
daughter she's getting big.

Well... Well, you
know what I mean.

Hm.