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Okay

Okay

Get them out!

You would have thought
one example would be enough for them.

Let's see if you can convince them.

This American came to defile our land

and eradicate Islam.

Today, you show her the fate

that awaits those who would
desecrate the name of the prophet,

blessed be his name.

Pick it up.

Now.

Agh!

Don't leave them!

Stop!

Stop, you hear me?!

Don't you leave them!

Get the fuck back down there, you hear me!

Stop!

No!

Noo!

I'm sorry but, he was really short.

I know, right!

You want to hear the latest?

Another proposal?

Now you're just bragging.

Our butcher came to my father

and offered him my weight
in beef to marry his son.

Woo!

So, like a dozen patties?

Exacfly!

Wait, McDonald's for the reception?

Get me a Big Mac and I'll
marry your butcher.

That's why they call it a happy meal.

And for fries?

For fries, I would-

Taliban.

ISIS.

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Fuck going down!

The roof.

Go.

Americans.

Which one is the whore Durani's daughter?

Which one of you is
the daughter of Camila Durani?

Traitor to her people.

She wasn't here today.

She called in sick.

They're going to come up here.

Car park.

I can drive.

Hurry!

He's coming.
He's coming.

You are the daughter of the whore

who forces learning on girls
in defiance of the Prophet.

The Taliban at least read the Quran.

If you are ISIS, you know your founder

couldn't even read his own name.

Ha ha ha

So,

I am speaking to an educated woman?

Yes you are.

I don't need to explain that there
is a price to be paid for arrogance.

You fled here with your cowardly parents.

Look at you.

You could have made good wives

if her mother hadn't poisoned you.

No! No! No!

Stop!

No! No!

Stop! Noo!

Those girls who may be redeemed will be.

For the daughters of
the American diplomats

and for those beyond redemption

ten million dollars each

and the release of Sheik al-Shimali.

A holy man,

imprisoned by the corrupt
Taliban government.

Five days.

They're gonna kill us.

No, they won't.

We're worth something.

Unlike my friends.

Weren't you the one who told
them they'd be safe on the roof?

We all heard you.

- How did that work out?
- Leave her alone.

- Okay? That wasn't her fault.
- Really? Then ask her friends.

Halle, you're alive right now
because your father is the ambassador

and our parents are deputy ministers.

But of course, if you ever got
your nose out of that TikTok,

you'd know that America doesn't
pay ransoms to terrorists.

So maybe wipe that smug
look off your face and

realize that we're all
pretty close to dying.

Or being given to ISIS fighters.

What?

Look around.

They took maybe 50 girls from the school.

Where do you think they are right now?

Go fuck yourself.

This being 11:06...
- Let's hold that for a second.

Captain, you've been up my ass for a
year and now you have your moment.

But before you humiliate
yourself and the service,

I'm gonna give you one last
chance to withdraw your complaint.

- With all respect, sir...
- Fuck your respect.

Warrant Officer Collins there flew into

hostile territory and saved your life.

A mission that cost the lives of
his fellow pilot and four Rangers,

wounding two others as he was
almost shot out of the air.

And yet, you want him
charged with cowardice.

Perhaps the Colonel would understand

If he watched his men be executed

while Warrant Officer Collins
chose safety over duty.

Safety?

You're right, Captain.

That must have been
a terrible decision to make.

Maybe similar to one you made
just a week before that.

Something some people think you
should have been prosecuted for.

Extenuating circumstances or not.

Yes, sir.

But you're willing for all that to come
out again and risk prison yourself.

I'm willing to take
responsibility for my actions.

He should as well.

Fine.

Me, I'm gonna wait until Monday.

Because I'm not in the mood
to ruin my weekend.

We can go back on the record.

The session is
adjourned at 11:08.

Get the fuck out of here.

Tap out.

Tap out, fucker!

You tap out, bitch.

I heard you've been making friends.

Nice to see you with my own eyes, though.

Fuck you, Travis.

It should be fuck you, sir

but after that, I don't
think I'll pick a fight.

I lost.

Yeah, he seems to be savoring his victory.

Hit the showers.

Can't talk to someone
who smells like a horse.

I know why you're here.

- And you're not gonna stop me...
- From blowing your career?

Wouldn't waste my breath.

Shower. Seriously.

When?

I leave for DC. in an hour.

Hopefully they know more
than they did last night.

I got you a seat on a 0-5 departing
at 1600 hours from Wiesbaden.

You fly commercial from there.

This has nothing to do with the
big brass' worry that my testimony

is gonna take the shine off the
Army's glistening reputation.

It's a closed hearing.

Whatever you're gonna say is never
gonna leave that room, and you know it.

The only head on a pike outside
on the gate is gonna be yours.

So you're here to save me from myself.

I won't say I could give a fuck,

as we both know that'd be a lie.

But right now, I care more about them.

This is CIA bullshit.

Send in Delta.

We did, rescue mission three days ago.

No survivors.

So this CIA bullshit is the only hope
these girls have of seeing next week.

We're going in as an
international relief organization.

Has to be 60% women to be believable.

There are a lot of good Rangers.

And you'd be surprised how many are women.

International.

So mercenaries from Kurd-fuckistan?

I'm sure they're the best of the best.

When you meet these two,

you can ask them how many
kills they had in Ukraine.

Which Side?

It's your choice.

I just figured you'd rather
take out all that anger

on the guy who hacked up your team,

instead of the pilot who saved your life.

Maybe not.

I think we both know
the only person you want to

see pay for that crime is
sitting across from me.

Canadian passport and ID.

I managed to find the one
photo where you didn't

have a middle finger
in front of your face.

So, you know I'm going?

Seven years and I still know
almost nothing about you, Jake.

This would be the exception.

Jessica Rabbit?

Rabit.

It's a proud, proud French-Canadian name.

Miss Rabbit?

Rabit, one B.

Where's the car?

Let me take your bag.

No. Car.

It would look bad.

It is my job.

I was going to ask you if you
have any relation to this famous

She's a fucking cartoon. How
would I be related to her?

But they draw someone, right?

So maybe your mother...

Car.

Car.

Sorry for my car.

People drive crazy in Pakistan.

Holy shit!

See?

Crazy!

No, no. No need.

I'm celebrating being alive.

You put that toward a nice coffin.

Thank you.

Jessica. Raquel.

Call me Rocky.

It's Jake.

Listen.

I don't need names. I won't
remember either of yours

and they're probably just
as real as Jessica Rabit.

So you want what? Numbers?

Functions.

Then mechanic, which is close enough.

We're this way.

This is someone's idea of a safe house?

The safest that's left.

I'm afraid Pakistan is no longer
the friendliest of allies.

You American or Afghan?

Because you want to know
if you can trust me?

I know at least one Afghan I
would trust over Americans any day.

Just one?

One still living.

We emigrated after my father was executed.

Tends to be the Taliban's
punishment of first resort.

By the CIA.

He either shared information
with the Taliban under torture

or he was a double agent.

Which one was it?

No way to know.

And assumptions are dangerous.

If I made them, I could assume
you couldn't be trusted.

Unless it isn't true you killed
your own team leader.

No. That is absolutely true.

Shot him?

Rock. About the size
of a hardball.

I played shortstop in
Baltimore. You're a pitcher?

You never know when a skill
will come in handy.

I'm sure he deserved to die.

It was the last thing he deserved.

Can I assume you shared this
tidbit with the rest of the team?

No.

They shared it with me.

When does Travis land?

That's Rocky's chair.

And I bet she's been here
long enough to find another.

Travis?

In the air.

Which is our Wi-Fi?

The one named Secret Secure Network.

We have a long time to prep, do we?

You read Arabic? Daylight743?

You set this up. So
you're Tech, right?

Cher; no relation.

She doesn't need names.

Just functions.

Well, aren't you a charmer?

Call me Geek.

That's Rachel.

Weapons specialist.

Shooter! Pew pew pew!

"Shooter" it is.

You already pissed off Theresa.

Explosives, which may not have been wise.

You can call me The Bomb.

I like that.

Always wanted someone to call me that.

You are The Bomb.

And here's our medic.

Hi, was just in conference
with our real doctor.

Conference, right.

Somebody's jealous.

Girl, baah.

Not at all. I'm sure the close bond
you've established over the last, what,

seven hours has been
professional and productive.

Jane.

She only wants functions.

I thought we'd be friends.

As you make them so easily.

And here's Dr. Mike.

We just call him Dr. Mike

'cuz he's the only one
going by his real name.

Mike.

Jake.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

We gonna call you Rabbit.

Because what rabbits do best is run.

You see, Rabbit here escaped a hell hole

and left her whole team
behind to be slaughtered.

That was after she killed her own CO.

Right, Rabbit?

Look, don't take offense, Rabbit.

Dr. Mike doesn't like us either.

We're just using him to
get us across the border.

Been waiting a month

for permission from the
Pakistanis to take medicine to Khost.

I agree.

It magically appeared.

Khost, just across the border?

As far as the Taliban will allow us to go.

Also, where they're holding the sheik.

Not that we had a chance of
getting him out of that prison.

That was the plan?

Not one of our best.

All Americans.

So who is this?

Badia Durani.

Mother was the Afghan Minister
of Education.

Meeting her this morning.

We're meeting her?

That's on Travis.

Great. Even Mom
knows we're here.

So,

we cross the border.

Then what?

Drop off the medicine, then discover
we have a cracked distributor cap.

Getting a new one will give
us two days. Maybe three.

Can't take any weapons.

Have to assume they're
gonna strip the truck.

Travis' fucking weapon
stash better be there.

Right.

All our ID will hold up?

Names are all real staff.

Six women, two men.

You count me on their side of the column.

Not wearing a fucking burqa.

Where's the nearest internet cafe?

Salam.

What do you want?

Whoa, whoa...

Nice way to greet an old friend.

Who is this?

English. So you're alone.

Tell me you're calling from America.

Awina, I need your help.

I'm Taliban and loyal to my country.

And the only people who hate ISIS

more than the Americans is your Taliban.

I need to know where
the American girls are.

Are you insane?
How would I know?

You know how you know.

Well, I don't. No one knows.

You have twelve hours to find out.

Don't come here.
I won't meet you.

You know that's a lie.

And you know where.

What?

How the fuck did you get here
before me and you're still late?

Where?

Anything more complicated,
you go straight to medic.

- Anything life-threatening...
- You got it Doc. Can you give us a second?

Sure.

Thank you.

You got your green tea?

I hear you've been making more friends.

Friends die.

Which is a pretty sure
bet after what I've seen.

So,

we go in, find them based on
questionable satellite data,

and if we find them,

we shoot our way out.

Well, it's a little
more refined than that.

Yeah.

I hear you have a weapon stash.

Something for a rainy day.

You sure it's still there?

They proved pretty good
at finding shit we left.

Under a metal floor I welded shut.

She's early.

How many people are you telling
about your secret plan?

Nobody.

She found us.

Beautiful.

Minister.

Former. Camila.

You'll forgive us if we don't
introduce ourselves.

I know why you're here.
That's all I need.

Please, sit.

I'm curious to how you actually do know.

And I wish I could tell you.

Coffee?

This won't take long.

Do you know where my
daughter is being held?

We have good information.

Even better than the last time?

Minister, we're risking lives
based on that information.

So we're gonna do our darnedest
to make sure it's right.

I appreciate it.

But if it turns out your
darnedest isn't good enough,

I would ask you to deliver
the ransom they demand.

That's 70 million dollars.

Ten million.

So for just your daughter?

I hope to have it by tomorrow.

You know we can't do that, Minister.

I'm giving you the option, if you need it.

To save my daughter from
being publicly beheaded.

But just your daughter?

Mine will be first.

Make a show of the Afghan girl

so the Americans use some back
channel to pay for their own.

As they have done many times.

For you to consider.

I came to help you cross the border

where you may be most
at risk of discovery.

Arguable.

An old friend named Bashir is
a supervisor at the crossing.

He'll help you through.

How do we find him?

Don't ask. It will
draw attention.

He'll be watching for you.

May Allah watch over you as well.

Thank you.

Bring me back my daughter.

We'll do everything we can.

Miss Rabbit, hello.

Very good to see you.

You have to be fucking kidding.

Come, come with me, Miss Rabbit.

Abbas. Not a chance.

Enjoy the ride.

And thanks for the name.

Gotta find pleasure in my work.

Excuse me.

Miss Rabbit, come.

Let me help you.

Rabit.

One B.

Yes, I know.

Like the Bugs Bunny.

Me, Malik.

Drive, Malik.

Mal-EEK.

Miss Rabbit.

Hey friend.

Call me that again

and I'll cut off your cock.

Have any idea what
time our connection works?

'Cuz this looks like hours.

Wish I knew.

Looks like we're waiting it out.

Boss.

I fix. No worries.

Abbas. Abbas!

Thanks.

No worries.

Abbas will fix.

Bad driver, good fixer.

Happy to hear that.

You like music?

I like music.

Taliban and ISIS hate music.

Only reason I hate them.

Just their problem with music?

You like The Doors?

I like The Doors.

Steppe nwolf?

You've got a surprising
musical vocabulary, Malik.

Ma-LEEK.

Ma-LEEK.

I've learned from my brother.

He plays in a cover band.

Your brother Abbas plays in a cover band?

His favorite song:

Steppenwolf - 'Born To Be Wild'

It's a great song.

Bad driver, great singer.

You love your brother.

Abbas saved me.

Many times.

I owe him everything.

You know that feeling.

I do.

What did I say?

Good fixer.

And singer.

Very good singer.

Bad driver.

Get back inside!

Salaam Alaikum. Salaam Alaikum.

Go back!

What are you doing here?

Go back in line.

You're not listening!

Okay, open the truck.

Everything out!

Open it.

Medical supplies!
You break them!

Medical supplies!

You're breaking them.

You, you wanna kill your own people.

- Shut the fuck up and get...
They are to save your people.

Your own people! You kill them!

Those are medicines, for Christ's sake.

- Doc, don't engage.
- Get back in the car.

- I'm not the one... How long since
you've been back here 20 years?

You think the Taliban don't respect
women but are tolerant of cross-dressers?

- I'm not 3...
- Get in the fucking car!

Stop! Just stop!

Read. Antibiotics.

Drugs, you poison our people!

Antibiotics, you fucking muggle!

- Mugg|e?
- What you call me?!

What you call me?!

I called you a fucking muggle.

- You're breaking the very thing that you...
- Mugg|e is a very serious man.

Don't even believe in wizards.

Look at the fucking label!

Would you shut the fuck up?

Are you trying to never get laid?

There are weapons.
I know there are weapons.

No weapons.

Thinking we tell 'em
we're here to kill ISIS?

You lied to me, you're not Pashto!

At least we'll be on the same side.

You're a traitor and work
with the Americans!

- Maybe keep that to yourself.
- No, you traitor!

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm searching for weapons.

This shipment has been approved
by the highest command.

Sir, we received no communication.

Do you receive communications?

You can't even read!

Pick these up and put them back.

If you break one more bottle,

I will have your fucking head!

Apologies. You may
continue on your way.

Bash”?

We appreciate the kindness.

In an emergency only, call this number.

Can't promise to help.

Hopefully we won't need it.

May Allah be with you.

And with you.

You reach for an insult,

and you pull out Harry Potter.

Magnificent.

Jail.

Yeah. Looks like it.

Cleric. Sheik al-Shimali. Jail.

So that's where they're keeping him.

Do not pass 90.

Now Monopoly, Malik.

Abbas always beats me.

He cheats.

I cheat too, but he cheats better.

So many reasons to look up to him.

Good omen?

It's never good.

I think my mother was a cynic.

Thank you.

I'll do anything you want.

Then have coffee.

What?

Sit.

We have had no response from our offer

to release you and your friends.

Other than the American is
trying to kill us, of course.

But, you know,
that didn't work well for them.

- No, that wasn't my fault.
- No, no, no.

None of this is your fault, I know.

Sip.

I have decided that we need
to show good faith.

So I'm letting you go.

You what?

I'm letting you go free.

Me?

You're surprised.

I understand that.

Based on what your media
is trying to paint us.

You threw my friends off the roof.

Yes, it was a monstrous act.

But, you know, we have our cause
and we believe strongly in that cause.

The American believe in theirs.

And they killed so many of us.

Our families, our childrens,
with their drones and bombs.

Since before we were born.

My family as well.

I had two girls.

And a wife.

You know, I'm not going
to try to convince you.

Should I pick someone else?

No, no.

No. I'll go.

Good.

I want you to deliver this note

to the police station.

The Taliban police?

Yes. Tell me.

Can I trust you to do that?

Yes.

You can.

Thank you.

Finish your coffee.

That's okay.

I know. It's bitter as hell.

They want us all to leave in the
other truck as soon as we are unloaded.

- It's not good.
- No.

Abbas will fix.

Okay.

That's what okay looks like?

Yes.

I paid them, the rest is show.

That's some show.

Yeah.

You see behind, boss?

See the humby?

I see the Humvee.

Yes, humby.

Look where it drives.

Where they keep the big guns.

The armory.

No, no. Guns, bombs,
shit goes boom.

Thanks, Abbas.

We got it covered.

No problem, always.

Malik.

Shit goes boom.

Rachel, Theresa, headscarves.

Let's go grab some toys.

It's The Bomb.

What is?

I am.

Shooter.

Aim a gun. Pull the trigger.

Next time.

Fuck you for coming back.

Fuck you for still being here.

I fight for my home.

Just not very well.

Where are they?

Fuck.

So it's under there?

Fuck!

Thought 3 satellite's been
keeping an eye on it.

Guess a flat roof looks like
a flat roof from outer space.

- Orbit.
- What?

Satellites are in orbit, not outer space.

Then that explains it.

Fuck!

Got me some wheels.

Steal it?

Borrowed it.

Borrowed it?

Should've stolen a bulldozer.

Got you this.

Black market.

50 bucks.

Beauty.

Go!

Who are you? What
are you doing here?

I was told to give you this.

This you get for betraying
your faith and your cause.

What the fuck is that?

About five keys of C4.

ISIS.

No one in the world seems to
notice there's a civil war here.

Malik. Malik.

Malik will check, boss.

Miss Rabbit, you okay?

I go check.

Doc you mind?

It's what I do.

All right. Easy stuff first.

Satellite data places the hostages here.

And we're still loving
the satellite confirmation?

Farmhouse. 20 clicks south.
Confirmed by two sources.

They're wrong.

They're at an abandoned tobacco factory.

Those are the coordinates.

And you know this how?

Source is a midwife.

A small circle here and midwifes talk.

One of Amir's women gave
birth two days ago.

And your source was there?

She wasn't.

But her friend told
her the American girls were.

Just out in the yard doing yoga?

In a cage.

One of them had a bad cut on her arm.

And the midwife was asked
to clean the wound.

And we trust this source?

She's Taliban.

I saved her life.

ISIS was closing in on us.

I got her out.

She would have been beheaded
on the spot for cooperating with us.

Unlike the rest of your unit
that was hacked to pieces.

That's enough. We stow
this shit right now,

we start acting like
a team, or we fucking die.

You believe her?

I do.

Yours is a trap.

And she's willing to come with us.

That says it all to me.

Okay.

So weapons.

The stash?

Sensitive subject.

Abbas, we're taking your armory.

Smart boss. Let's do it.

Seriously?

We use what's been given to us.

Rocky, we can't use the NGO car.

I need you to steal me another one.

So, we're taking the base

with some Molotov cocktails

and a rifle from World War I.

Ammunition!
More ammunition!

Hurry! Ammunition!

More ammunition!
Hurry, hurry!

Ammunition!

Shooter, Rocky, eyes.

Abbas, Humvee, everybody
else grab what we need.

Taliban!

Yes!

Stop, go back!

Sorry, miss.

Go back! We're not leaving him!

Go back!

Can't.

You know what they're
gonna do with the body.

If that was Abbas, would you leave him?

Would you?

Bring them home.

Fuck you. You're gonna be fine.

I'm calling that number in two minutes.

I need you to trace the location.

What the fuck was that?

We don't leave men behind.

No, you get them killed.

You wanna make up for abandoning your men?

Do it at someone else's expense.

Right now, they don't know who we are.

But if they find an American
with Doc's ID, they will.

And we'll have no way out.

Hey, I'm connected, and we're online.

That's why you went back?

No.

Hello?

We need what you offered.

Half the city's on fire.

The police are searching for you.

For us?

I don't know. Some
say it was ISIS.

It wasn't.

That doesn't matter now.

They'll find you.
I can't help you.

Bashir, wait.

Just listen.

Listen to what?

We'll see you soon.

See me?

We're close. Five miles.

Driving in that?

We won't make it a mile.

Geek. Let's go.

You cannot stay here.
You have to go.

But we have no choice.

We need somewhere to bury our dead.

Miss Rabbit.

Miss Rabbit!

It's deep enough.

This won't take long.

And I wish I could tell you.

You called her?

Of course.

How did you get in the country?

He tells me two of your men are dead.

I'm very sorry to hear it.

The news says it was an ISIS attack.

Same as the police station.

One of the girls from
the school was found there.

At least her uniform and parts of her.

Caucasian.

I was wrong about
who would be first to die.

But I don't think I will
be wrong about the second.

Ten million.

You heard what Travis said.

Travis is dead, so who's in charge?

Then it's your decision.

All thousands?

Thousand dollar bills?

I didn't know there were
that many in circulation.

Where'd you find ten million in thousands?

She didn't.

They're counterfeit.

You want us to pay ransom
in counterfeit bills?

It's all I could get.
They shouldn't notice.

Took her less than a minute.

Amir is not American.

It will give you time.

This just gets better and better.

Your rescue failed.

What choice do you have?

Save one girl.

America will pay for the rest.

Then you can escape.

I assume that's why
you're here, to escape?

Do one good thing before you go.

Do we even have a way out?

I have a number to call for evacuation.

Black Hawk sitting hot across the border.

So call it.

All cell phones on the table.

If the news is fake, they could
be trying to track us.

I'm keeping mine off.

Pull the Sims. Smash
everything good.

Fuck you!

No!

The woman has spirit.

That's to be admired.

Leave.

I can defend myself.

You admire woman?

That why you threw them off the roof?

Where is Halle?

I promised to let her go.

And I did.

Right.

I hear we are moving.

Americans coming, are they?

The guards like to talk.

If I was afraid of the American,

I wouldn't make plans to marry you.

Marry me?

We just need to wait for the cleric.

You are out of your fucking mind.

I decided

I need a strong woman

to give me childrens who are fighters.

Because weak women make weak childrens.

I would rather die

than marry you.

That's going to be exact your choice.

But,

by marrying me,

you will save the lives of your friends.

You'll let them go?

No.

I will marry them to my
most loyal fighters.

They deserve the reward.

Better than being sold to slavery,

where they will be treated differently.

I won't marry you without your consent.

Car approaching!

You invited guests?

Hello.

I'm Taliban.

Nice to meet you.

The Taliban think it's ISIS.

You mustn't have left witnesses.

But Amir knows it wasn't.

My friend heard they're moving the girls.

She doesn't know where.

Beautiful. No leader, no
weapons, and no target.

We have weapons, some.

They think ISIS stole the
weapons to attack the prison.

So they're moving the sheik.

When?

Soon.

Where?

To the only near maximum security prison.

America built it.

What was the stupidest
plan you came up with?

- Nothing could have topped that one.
- What was it? Come on!

Break the sheik out of
prison and trade him.

Amir wants money and the sheik.

We have the money.

Let's get the sheik.

And make Amir come to us.

I always liked this plan.

He's going to be very heavily guarded.

Yeah.

I need your phone.

I wasn't dumb enough to bring it.

Burn all our fake ID.

If anyone is caught, just admit
you're an American soldier.

Won't be pleasant, but
you'll eventually be traded.

Got it?

You weren't.

No. But it's the best
chance we have.

So how will they know?

When they see us.

Well, I hope to God they're ready.

She's coming.

Get into the car.

- What?
- Go!

I'm sorry, Rocky. I'm sorry.

Tell them you're an American soldier.

I am.

Fucking right you are.

Tell them.

Abbas,

Open up!

Abbas.

Abbas.

Abbas!

Abbas.

What he did worst he loved most?

Singing?

No.

Singing was good.

He loved driving.

That he did.

For you, freedom is America.

For him, it was just driving.

How is he?

You wanna talk about it?

What?

Not really.

You start out pretty early
in life knowing there is a...

a line you won't cross.

Things you'll do, things you'll never do.

You get into a tough spot.

The line shifts.

You get in the real shit, it shifts more.

I will never eat a cat.

Wait till you're starving to death

and they serve you the stray
kitty you've been petting...

But there is still a line.

Thick, dark, and straight,
and the line holds.

Till you find yourself in a
place where the line just ends.

Gone. Every choice
is unthinkable.

Frank,

our team leader,

he held us together for
months in that hole.

Every single one of us loved him.

He was about to die
a horrible death. Slow.

His bones breaking rock by
rock, thrown by his own men.

They stood us in a circle.

We all refused.

So Amir sliced the throat
of a village woman.

Let her bleed out, kicking on the dirt.

We still refused.

He did the same to her kid.

I was his second...

It was on me.

So I picked up a nice round rock,

weighed it in my hand.

And Frank looked me right in the eye.

Gave me this little

smile.

He'd seen me pitch back at
the base when we played pick-up.

He turned his head so
that his temple was to me.

And I wound up and I hurled,

fastest pitch I ever threw.

I swear I heard his skull crack.

Just took the one rock.

You do something like that,
you never find the line again.

And that smile haunts me.

Every night.

I thought I'd never leave
anyone else behind.

She's on TV!

What?

He says she's an abomination,
not man or woman.

Fuck you!

What?!

And that she's ISIS.

- They saw us right?!
- They saw us.

Because only ISIS would accept
a woman that is so degenerate.

This is bullshit!

Come on Rocky,

speak English.

And that she and others have
killed many brave Taliban soldiers.

Tell them.

Now he's asking if she has
anything to say in her defense.

- She won't.
- She will.

She'll tell them she's
American. She promised me.

She won't give us up.

Our cover's already been blown,
they know it's us. She knows that.

She won't.

Please Rocky!

Now she's praising Allah and his kindness.

Engfish.

Noo!

- Is she dead?
- Unconscious.

What the fuck?

You saved her life.

I only thought I did.

She brought them to us then and
she's bringing them to us now.

What?

Fuck.

She's been updating them the entire time.

How long do we have?

Minutes.

Give me the phone.

Get the cars on the road.

Bring me the money.

- It's in the car.
- Bring it.

Leave it here.

What about them?

We leave them.

- You're giving them everything...
- Get the fucking cars on the road!

I tried to keep them here.

Let the Taliban hunt them down.

Sheik al-Shimali, let me help you up.

Thank you.

They were going to kill me.

Put the sheik in the car.

Why are you helping me?

They say I'm your spiritual leader.

We've never met.

But you knew my parents.

You married them.

I did?

You did.

Okay.

Let's go.

Go where?

To find my phone.

I love find my phone.

Where is it?

In the bag of money.

Let's get to them before
they start counting.

Sheik al-Shimali,

I want you to marry us.

You can wash yourself here, if
you need to.

Thank you.

Your parents, what are their names?

My mother and father?

Yes.

Afhak and Mohamed Wasiq,

sadly no longer with us.

I'm very sorry.

They spoke about you,

before they died.

- Me?
- Yes.

And I've been waiting for you.

I've chosen a bride.

I'd be honored.

Diesel fumes.

What gear do we have?

Guns, ammo, no ropes.

There's some in the trunk.

Don't know how strong they are.

Handguns, grenades,

knives, explosives.

No rifles. Only Shooter.

Time to make your choice.

Shit.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

Why do you do that?

If Allah won't give me answers,

I look for them in my coffee.

About marrying this girl?

No.

About you.

Beautiful.

It is your choice.

Let's begin.

Three levels.

The girls locked up on the second.

Only six of them. One missing.

Durani's daughter.

No sign of Amir.

Maybe on a lower level.

They invoke Allah their
Lord. "If you should give us a child",

we will surely be
among the grateful."

Thank you.

We don't need the full ceremony.

Just say we're married.

I'm sorry?

My father was religious.

The Taliban are devout

yet they make deals with the devils.

I love my country more than I love Allah.

Just say we're married.

You are married.

Thank you.

Now for denouncing my parents.

No.

You did,

and they were executed by the Taliban.

Which is why I swore
you would die by my hand.

No...

It's fake.

And this, in the bag.

Yours?

Hers.

The money is not good
and you led them here.

Your first wifely duty,
clean up the blood.

Let's go.

Bring all the women
to the kitchen area now!

Get in line!

Get in line!

Move!

Wait!

Get in the line.

Show your faces.

Let's go!

Fuck you!

- Get up! Get up!
- UP. up, up!

Badia Durani?

Yes.

Help her get them out.

- Get them to the elevator.
- Where are you going?

Medic.

And don't wait.

Come on, move!

- Come on! Move! Move! Move!
- Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Move, move, move!

On the floor! On
the floor! On the floor!

Shh! Shh!

Nice to meet you again.

Hey, you okay?

Fuck!

Demon.

You gotta go.

Fuck you!

Get outta here, I'll be fine.

You're fine!

Jake!

Jake!

It's okay.

We came here for them, right?

Get them home.

It's okay.

All clear! All clear!

Move!

Medic team over here!

Go!

Go, go, go!

I got you!

Move!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Get on!

Hey Sargent, I got you!

Get on!

You going?

I'm not.

Me neither.

What the fuck are you doing?

Abbas mixtape.