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-This is the captain. -(WARNING LIGHT WHIRRING)

Brace for impact.

What was the purpose of your visit, sir?

Business.

We're the Joneses.

-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(YELLS)

(GUNSHOT)

Back in the day I was a badass bitch.

-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(MOTOR REVVING)

-Yes! -Oh, my God...

I think we've angered the gods.

Where's your sense of adventure?

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS SLOWLY)

DEADSHOT: Don't forget...

We're the bad guys.

Uh-oh.

Colonel Adeena Donovan.

Have you heard of the Section Initiative?

Dangerous soldiers for dangerous missions.

Omair Idrisi isn't gonna be stopped by conventional means.

I'm assembling a team to take him down.

-Are you in? -What do you think?

My name is Sergeant Samuel Wyatt!

Get Wyatt out.

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

Wyatt, McAllister?

Get in.

ADEENA DONOVAN: Omair Idrisi and his wife Jane Lowry.

Intel suggests Idrisi is purchasing weapons

for a major attack.

Prince Khalid Al-Hebtani. He is funding the terrorists.

Go go! Go, move!

Idrisi Omair got away but we've got the prince.

Mr. Ives.

MR. IVES: Do you have the money?

-JANE LOWRY: We do. -IVES: Good.

[suspenseful music]

[helicopter whirring]

♪ ♪

[rousing Middle-Eastern music]

♪ ♪

- You look taller on television.

I guess you'll wanna check the merchandise.

Portable Air-Defense System, infrared homing,

annular blast fragmentation

warheads.

Time to settle up.

- [soft laugh]

Yeah, we've been, um,

reconsidering the price.

- You see these men?

If I told you how much they get paid,

you'd probably cry.

And believe me, they're worth every goddamn cent,

so you pay me what we agreed,

or they'll reduce your little jihad here

to a stain in the sand.

[sniffs]

You smell

lovely, by the way.

- [chuckles]

A man should be rewarded for his labors,

Mr. Ives.

[speaks Arabic]

[phone dings]

[keypad beeping]

[fly buzzing]

[keys jangling]

- Take care now.

Keep the truck.

Okay.

[men shouting]

Let's get the hell out of this sandpit.

[helicopter whirring]

[man shouting]

- Surface-to-air infrared homing.

- What are you thinking?

- Ever since the prince was taken,

loose ends concern me.

[gun clicking]

[helicopter whirring]

[missile fires]

[missile whooshing] - Motherf--

[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero" playing]

- ♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Now, I can't see where you comin' from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters ain't the who's baddest but the ♪

♪ Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, come on ♪

♪ Feel like you're feelin' now ♪

♪ And doin' things just to please your crowd ♪

♪ When I love you like the way I love you ♪

♪ And I suffer but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ To call home ♪

♪ Hey, yes ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ To call home ♪

- I don't hate the West.

I pity it.

It's sick and diseased.

But it insists on spreading its disease to other lands,

other people.

We will wipe this sickness out.

[knocking]

- Sorry, ma'am, we've got a fix on the target.

It's urgent.

- Morgan Ives. Arms dealer.

According to Prince Khalid,

he's the one selling the arms to Idrisi.

Five minutes ago,

we intercepted a distress signal.

Ives' helicopter has been downed just outside Ajir.

A signal suggests there are survivors,

although we don't know who or how many.

- Okay, that's that.

- Wait, what if we chopper in?

How close can we get then?

- Captain, this is Ajir,

as in total warzone, insurgent stronghold,

"one of the most dangerous places on Earth,"

direct quote, "New York Post."

- "Times." - What?

- It was the "Times," not the "Post."

- The point is, someone said it.

- Sounded a little bit scared there.

- Hey, I'm just being realistic, okay?

You don't get into a bathtub with a 400-pound gorilla

and expect to come out laughing.

- We get Morgan Ives out alive,

we find out what he was selling Idrisi,

then we find out a location.

- Yeah, good luck with that,

'cause if he's gone down in Ajir,

and somehow he's even survived,

he now has a life expectancy

of about not-very-fucking-long, McAllister.

- Okay, so what you're saying is,

let's get a move on.

- I'd very much like to hear

what Mr. Ives has to say for himself.

A coalition pilot will drop you nearby.

Go in, extract him, and do it fast.

[gunshots]

[indistinct shouting]

- Come on!

[men shouting] [gunshots]

[panting] Come on.

Come on.

[yelps]

David, I'm going to need you to find a payphone.

- Find a what? - Don't worry, I'm kidding.

We're probably gonna die here.

- [grunts]

- Guess it's just you and me now, Mikey.

- What?

[gunshot] [grunts]

- Shit.

[helicopter whirring]

[men shouting] [gunshots]

Any of you speak English?

I'm willing to pay $5,000...

[gunshots]

to anyone who escorts me out of here.

That's cash!

5,000!

[men shouting in Arabic]

Ten! [gunshot]

[helicopter whirring]

[gunshot] [yelps]

Fucking phone.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [yelps]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Moving.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, easy!

- Morgan Ives?

- Who the hell are you?

- McAllister.

- Wyatt.

- Wyatt, relieve Mr. Ives of his weapon.

- I'm a true believer in the second amendment, sir.

- Great, let's have a beer sometime.

Weapon.

- Bravo one to Zero.

We have the package. Moving to exfil.

Moving! - Move!

- Okay, okay, okay. - Move! Move!

- Okay, I'm moving.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[gun clicking]

[clattering]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- Fuck, I've got a squirter heading south!

[men speaking in Arabic]

- [speaking Arabic]

[tires screech]

- [speaking Arabic]

- Idrisi. - Aye?

[both speaking Arabic]

- So, you were just in the area,

picked up on the distress signal?

- Oh, no.

This was a special trip.

We wanna have a chat with you about Omair Idrisi.

- No idea what you're talking about.

- You're seriously trying to tell us

you've never heard of Omair Idrisi?

- [laughing] Even my mother knows who he is.

I'm saying I don't do business with terrorists.

Your intel was bad, boys.

Suck it up. It happens.

- Psst.

Signal fires.

- Yeah.

Now everyone knows where we are.

Novin. - Moving!

♪ ♪

- Move. - Go, go, go.

♪ ♪

- That's confirmed.

Roger that, sir. Out.

Bad news I'm afraid, ma'am.

- [groaning]

- Stay close.

- [sigh]

- Zero for Bravo one.

- Bravo one, go ahead.

- Sandstorm incoming-- helo's been grounded.

You'll have to find a new exfil.

[keyboard clacking]

Intel suggests insurgency is thinnest

on the east side of town.

- Listen up.

Change of plan. Helo's grounded.

We're gonna proceed on foot

until we find a vehicle we can take.

- Roger.

- You want us to walk out of here?

We'll never make it.

The local pastime

is insurgency and guerilla warfare.

- Keep sharp for a vehicle we can take.

Moving!

- You should've left me at the fucking crash site.

At least my death would have been quick.

♪ ♪

- Novin, we've got a vehicle here.

- [sigh]

- Moving.

[car door clicks]

[metal clangs] [cat screeches]

- Good job, soldier,

could've been an insurgent cat.

Can never be too careful.

- Dick.

- Sorry, Captain, this hunk of turd's going nowhere.

- Shit.

Move out.

- Moving.

- [grunting] - Let's go.

- What division are you guys with?

- We're all division of please-shut-the-fuck-up.

- At least give me my side arm back.

Come on, I'm naked here.

- Hey, you want your side arm? - Yeah.

- How about you start talking about Omair Idrisi,

like what he was buying

and where his base of operations is, huh?

- All wonderful questions,

but I've never met the man.

- You think this is a fishing trip?

We have Prince Khalid.

We know about the money.

- Wow.

Maybe you get me to safety first,

and then we'll see.

- No, we'll see now.

- It's vital you're properly invested

in my continued well-being.

- You really are a piece of shit, you know that?

- And you have to keep this piece of shit alive,

so eyes on, soldier.

Stay frosty.

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey.

- Wait, hey.

Easy, easy, easy.

You two, come here.

Hey, hey!

♪ ♪

He's clean.

- Where you want to go?

I get you there. No trouble.

- The mission priority is to get Mr. GQ here and his intel

to safety and safety is still a hell of a long walk away.

- Kid, listen to me.

What's your name?

- Saddam.

- You have got to be fucking kidding me.

- It's a common name.

- It's a big red flag.

- Saddam, we need a car.

- Cars? Sure. - Mm-hmm.

- I could take you to cars.

What kind do you want?

- Anything that works.

- $20.

- [laugh]

Anyone got $20?

- You, asshole.

- Fuck you.

- Hey, hey.

Business is good.

I'm all for utilizing local knowledge,

but what's to say he's not gonna

lead us down sniper alley?

- [sigh] - Thank you.

- Listen to me, I'm not just giving you money,

I'm giving you my trust, you understand?

You understand?

- Of course.

This way, Captain America.

- Let's go.

- Come on.

- Be a good boy.

- Stupid, stupid, stupid.

- Quick question. - Shut it, Ives.

- If that kid's full of shit,

is Captain America gonna put a bullet in him?

♪ ♪

- Kid, wait up.

[door creaking]

♪ ♪

Stay behind me.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Mister, you want a girl?

- Yeah, sure, that's what I need right now.

Some warzone pussy.

- $50, very sexy lady.

- Can someone explain sarcasm to little Hussein here?

[stove hissing]

♪ ♪

- What's the matter?

- I've got a bad feeling.

Where do you think everybody went?

- I'll go check, make sure everything is okay.

- No, wait here a minute, wait--

- I go fast, okay? One minute!

- Kid! Kid, I said fucking wait!

Shit.

- Shit. Stay.

- No chance.

- For fuck's sake.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- Contact!

[gunshots]

[men shouting Arabic]

- [grunts] [metal scraping]

- Kid, get down!

[gunshots] [yelping]

- Changing!

- Covering!

- [grunts]

- Shit! Kid's been hit!

- Fuck!

[gunshots] - Moving!

- Come here.

♪ ♪

- Moving! - Moving!

- On me.

- Come on!

Come here, move! - Move!

[brooding dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Let's go, let's go!

♪ ♪

- It's okay. - [heavy breathing]

- Med-kit. - In there.

- [gasping]

- Fuck.

You are gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay, just breathe slowly, okay?

- [shallow breathing] - Okay.

Breathe. Breathe slowly.

- [gentle wheezing]

- [whispering] You're gonna be okay.

♪ ♪

- For the best, right?

Four years time, he'd be strapping on a bomb vest

and strolling into the Red Cross.

[grunts]

[metal clanging]

[men shouting faintly]

♪ ♪

[gasping] Holy.

You wanna find out where Idrisi is,

you keep your fucking hands off me.

- Lot of energy keeping you alive.

Maybe we should take a shortcut.

- [yelps]

[metal crashes]

[machine whirrs]

- Oh, what do you know?

Something still works around here.

- You're not that kind of soldier.

- You don't know the first thing about me.

You don't know what Idrisi did to my men.

[clanging]

- [whimpering]

- Captain.

- We came for the intel, not the man.

Go ahead, McAllister.

[blade whirring]

- What the fuck are you doing?

[men shouting] [whirring]

- You gonna talk?

- [screams]

[gunshots] - We need to move now!

[men shouting] [clanging]

They're coming through!

- Gotta move!

- Shit.

- Go! - Move!

[men shouting] [clanging quickens]

- Go.

[clanging]

♪ ♪

- Vehicle!

- Clear.

- Moving.

♪ ♪

- All right, let's go.

[engine turns over]

- [gasps] - Shit!

[gunshots]

- Fuck.

- Ah shit, get up, on your feet!

- Get him up!

- He's been hit.

Shit.

- Fuck.

- Get him up.

[gunshots]

- Wyatt!

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

♪ ♪

- Novin, get us the hell out of here.

[gunshots]

- Hold on!

[tires squealing]

[engine roars]

♪ ♪

[crashes]

♪ ♪

[gear grinds]

- Right, so let me get this straight.

Last time you were here, the general tortured you,

and then you blew up half his base.

- Technically speaking, that was McAllister.

- Saving you.

- Brilliant.

- But it's the only medical facility for miles.

Although, last time I was here,

the general didn't exactly believe I was military.

- This piss-taker's not gonna last much longer.

We need to take the risk.

- Not forgetting that the general is Bedouin.

Under their culture, any stranger can rock up

and ask for sanctuary,

and the tribe will help them out for three days,

no questions asked.

That was the plan, right?

- Yeah, that was the plan.

[dramatic Middle-Eastern music]

♪ ♪

[engines buzzing]

[men all talking in Arabic]

- Keep the engine running.

[engine humming]

General Farid.

We have an injured civilian.

Needs urgent medical attention.

- You may be military, but you stole from me.

You attacked my men.

- Well, to be fair, your men attacked us first.

- You raised weapons against us--

that makes you the enemy.

- Okay, I understand that.

But General, I also understand that you are Bedouin.

And that is a culture that I have

a huge amount of respect for.

So, I'm not asking you for help as a soldier.

I'm asking you as a guest.

- You son of a bitch.

[indistinct talking]

- [groaning painfully]

[dramatic music]

[groans]

♪ ♪

[retches]

[wheezes]

[machines beeping] [groaning]

♪ ♪

[screams]

♪ ♪

- [speaks Arabic]

Representatives from the different groups,

standing side by side,

not a single voice raised in anger.

For far too long now we have fought amongst ourselves,

while the real enemy is out there.

Time to unite,

to take the fight to their homeland.

I give you these missiles.

In seven days time,

we will strike as one.

Down with their airlines.

Down with their planes.

And while they look up to the sky in fear,

my people

will unleash the real horror below.

[machine beeping]

- Boys?

[handcuffs clanking] Where the hell are we?

- Libyan National Army Base.

- I'm gonna assume that's the famous

British sense of humor at work.

You know what those people would do to me?

- So far, they've patched you up and saved your life.

- We kept our side of the bargain, we got out you.

What'd you sell Idrisi?

- [sigh]

Stinger missiles. 50 of them.

Don't look at me like that, it's business.

Shit like this keeps the world going around.

- You know, one stinger missile alone

can take down a commercial airliner.

You sold him 50.

- Where do we find Idrisi?

- I want immunity.

[machine beeping]

- Okay, we can make it happen.

[beeping]

- I installed trackers on the merchandise,

in case the clients tried to rip me off.

They sweep it for bugs and shit,

but they don't have my tech.

Get my cell phone. I'll show you.

[sighs]

[phone clicks]

[screen clacking]

- Well?

- Here it is.

Yefren, up in the Nafusa Mountains.

That's where the missiles are,

and where you'll find Omair Idrisi.

Now, if you don't mind,

I'd rather not spend another minute

tied to this fucking bed.

- Yeah, you're not going anywhere.

- You said I had immunity.

- Well, from us, absolutely.

- [yelps]

I've sold weapons that have probably killed

their soldiers, their families.

- Don't worry. Bedouin.

For three days, you're their guest.

They won't hurt you.

- It's day four you gotta worry about.

- Please don't leave me here.

I have money.

I--

I have money!

- Yefren, Nafusa mountain range.

Yes, sir. [clears throat]

Yeah, copy that, sir.

[phone beeps]

Just checking in with my CO.

- Right now, your CO is Donovan.

- [scoffs] This was my op.

I didn't sign up to 20.

- Hey, do you think I planned to end up here?

- You know, Mac, revenge is like a storm.

It's easy to lose your way,

end up far from where you wanted to go.

- Can you just stop with this fortune cookie bullshit?

- You think putting a bullet in Idrisi's chest

is gonna change things?

Trust me, it won't.

- Yeah, you suck at motivational speeches.

- Well, you won't get to enjoy them any longer.

We get this done, I'm out.

- Let's get this done, then.

[men speaking in Arabic]

- [speaking Arabic]

- [speaking Arabic]

- Uh, General, we don't need an escort.

- Escorts?

We are a strike team.

Idrisi is a son of Libya,

but he has taken our words and beliefs

and poisoned them.

A man sees a snake cross his yard,

he removes its head.

[gun clicks]

We ride with you.

[dramatic music]

- Works for me.

[men shouting]

Zero, heading out.

- Copy that.

Be careful.

We don't know what's lying ahead.

Some of you may know the history of the Section.

Rumors of operatives going rogue,

the Whitehall assassination--

none of that matters now.

What matters is that 20 stood for something.

They were the soldiers who kept going when others fell,

who saw the odds and didn't blink,

who got the job done

even when it meant paying the ultimate price.

If we don't stop Idrisi, the world will regret it.

So, it's down to you now.

You are the Section.

You are 20.

[insects buzzing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Arabic]

[engine rumbling]

[men shouting]

- Okay, satellite's up.

♪ ♪

Bravo team, we have multiple vehicles

leading a compound heading due south.

- You want us to intercept? - Negative.

Farid's men can stop them. Idrisi remains our target.

♪ ♪

And if you find Jane Lowry, bring her in yourself.

She's a British citizen.

She can pay for her crimes in a British court.

- Copy that.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[gasping] [stabbing flesh]

♪ ♪

- Jawedan.

The missiles are moving out.

But more importantly,

the forger has been found.

We will have the Chechen by the end of the week.

- And is he in Europe?

- Yes.

- Then I must get to him.

- I'm not so sure.

- We've already discussed this.

I can move through Europe much more easily than you.

- [inhales]

Then I will see you in two days.

- Yeah, two days, that's all.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[tense dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[engine turns over faintly]

[engine humming]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

[men shouting faintly]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Arabic]

- No, wait.

- No, go.

[men shouting]

We need the Chechen, whatever happens.

- I need to tell you something now.

- It must wait.

[speaking Arabic]

Sorry.

[gun clicks]

[speaking Arabic]

- [speaking Arabic]

♪ ♪

- [sigh]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Zero, Bravo one.

Gonna lose comms, we're going deep.

♪ ♪

[machine beeps]

- Shit.

Comms are out, ma'am.

[tense music]

- Jensen.

♪ ♪

- 16 year old single malt, ma'am.

♪ ♪

[men shouting]

[gunshots echoing]

[gunshots] - [yelps]

♪ ♪

- I've got a tango!

- Hands in the-- hands in the air!

Turn around!

Turn around! - Help me!

- Turn around!

- [shrieking] Help me, please!

- Turn your face around!

- Help me! - Shit, it's Lowry.

We've got Jane Lowry.

[gunshots]

- [sobbing] Please get me out of here.

Please get me out of here, you don't know what they've done.

[gunshots]

Please.

- Shut up! Hands!

[gunshots] [crashes]

Boss wants her extracted.

- You go, we'll stay on Idrisi.

- Mac, take him alive.

- Copy that. - Novin, on point.

- Moving!

- Watch your ass.

- Always, baby. - Move!

♪ ♪

- Understood, we have a task force

in compound 314--

uh, ma'am, Colonel Parker from JSOC.

[beeps]

- Colonel Parker, I'm afraid we'll need to make this quick.

- I'm afraid we will,

because there's no way in hell

the U.S. Military is gonna let Omair Idrisi

and 50 stinger missiles out into the world.

- General Farid's has already secured

two vehicles carrying missiles.

My team will take care of the rest and Idrisi.

- An MOP missile strike would take care of it,

turn that compound to dust, put an end to this.

- I have people in there. I won't allow that.

- Adeena, I'm not asking your permission.

This is a courtesy call.

Your foreign secretary has already given me the go-ahead.

Planes are scrambling, missiles will be in-bound,

so get your team out of there.

We'll clean up. [beep]

♪ ♪

- Bravo to Zero, back on comms.

Novin, secure the vehicle.

- Copy that.

[gunshot] - [yelps]

- Zero to Bravo one, send sitrep.

- Bravo one. We have Jane Lowry.

- Bring her in and get the team out.

U.S. Military are launching an air strike--

30,000-pound bunker-buster.

It'll wipe the compound out.

- They know there's an ongoing op, right?

- Payload's due in ten.

Tell the team and Farid's men.

The place is going up.

- [scoffs]

Copy that.

Come here.

Move! - Ah.

[squeals] - Watch her.

- [panting]

♪ ♪

- You speak English?

- Yes.

- Ma'am, B2 is nine minutes out.

[machine beeping]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hey! - Changing!

[crashes]

[engine turns over]

[engine roars]

♪ ♪

- Covering, hurry up.

- Hey!

There is a missile.

- Yeah, we know, there's 50 of them.

- No, no. coming this way.

The Americans. Bunker buster.

You have to get out now.

- Get your men out of here, now.

This is on you.

- Hey, I didn't know my CO

would call a fucking MOP strike.

[men shouting]

- Go! - Moving!

♪ ♪

- Still nothing from Mac and Wyatt, ma'am.

[beeping]

It's five minutes out, ma'am, five minutes.

[engine roaring]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Omair.

[both speaking Arabic]

[Velcro ripping]

[gasps]

[gags]

[grunts, gasps]

♪ ♪

- Idrisi!

- Don't move!

♪ ♪

I'm going after him.

- Hey.

Shit.

Shit, fuck.

All right, give me your hand.

Give me your hand, it's cool.

- Your people

should not have come here.

You should have left us alone.

- I know.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

Fuck it.

[men shouting in Arabic faintly]

[plane whooshing]

- Three minutes, ma'am.

[engine roaring]

[tense music]

- [gagging]

- What the fuck's wrong with her?

- [gagging]

- Shit, shit, shit.

- [grunts] - [yelps]

[dramatic music pounds]

♪ ♪

[engine grinds]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- [yelps]

- Fucking bitch!

♪ ♪

[crashes]

[beeping]

- Two minutes out, ma'am.

[engine humming]

[all shouting in Arabic]

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

[tires squealing]

- [speaking Arabic]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- [yelps]

[engine roars]

[crashes]

- [grunting]

[coughing]

[panting] Novin.

Novin, get up.

Ah, fuck.

Novin.

[grunting]

Get up.

♪ ♪

- Out!

[grunts]

- Ma'am, B2 is 60 seconds from target.

Repeat, 60 seconds.

[explosion]

♪ ♪

- Novin, get up or you're gonna burn alive!

[explosion] [glass shattering]

- Mac, we gotta move, the missile's coming!

- We're not leaving him!

- We don't have time.

♪ ♪

- Thirty seconds out, ma'am.

- I'm bringing him in. He's gonna pay for what he did.

Get up!

[gunshots]

- [gasps]

- There, he's paid.

- 25, 24...

- We can argue about this later.

Move!

Come on!

- Payload is 20 seconds out, ma'am.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

- Ten...

[whooshing]

♪ ♪

Five, four, three,

two, one.

Payload away, ma'am.

- [panting]

[explosions rumbling]

[helicopter whirring]

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

- Go, go, go!

- You boys okay? - [coughing]

- Good job, boys.

We'll move in and confirm the target is dead.

Hoorah, gentlemen.

♪ ♪

- [coughing]

- [grunts]

- You and your fucking CO almost got us killed!

- Hey, hey!

I just saved your life!

If it wasn't for me, you would've still been in there

with Idrisi when the fucking missiles hit.

She was always gonna know, Mac.

Donovan's people would have had to tell U.S. Central Command

before we even fired a shot.

I just wanted to get in there first.

- Yeah, the word you're looking for is sorry.

- Hey!

We got the son of a bitch.

We got him.

And tomorrow

I'll buy all the drinks, okay?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [heavy breathing]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [laughing] Revenge is a what?

- A storm, apparently.

- Ha! In that you get wet?

- [laughs]

- Well, come on, it's a metaphor.

It's a metaphor for--

for something. [laughter]

- And then he's like...

[gruffly] A bullet won't change anything, man.

And then he shoots the bastard.

[laughter]

- Ah, classic glory hunter move, eh?

- Oh.

- You just wanted the credit, didn't you?

- Yeah, the man who killed Omair Idrisi.

- No, no, no, I'm not saying I'm a hero,

I'm not saying that. - Good.

- Other people-- they might say that

and I can't stop them. That's all I'm saying.

- [chuckles]

Ma'am.

- Want a drink, Colonel?

- Prefer something from the top shelf.

Sergeant Wyatt, I've asked Parker to extend your transfer.

- We took down Idrisi. Mission's over, right?

- But the op is not.

Jane Lowry's still out there.

But there are no split loyalties.

Either you're with 20 or you're not.

- Well then, I guess I'm in.

All the way down, right?

- All the way down.

- Good,

because we just got a hit on her.

Move.

Budapest.

The woman she's with is Rosa Varga.

She runs a far-right organization--

Magyar Ultra.

- What does a radical jihadist want with the far-right?

- That's the question, Sergeant McAllister.

Not 24 hours since her husband died,

and already things are happening.

We need to find the answer

before it's too late.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[lighter clicks]

♪ ♪

[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero" playing]

- ♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Now, I can't see where you comin' from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters ain't the who's baddest but the ♪

♪ Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, come on ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ To call home ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ ♪

COL. ADEENA DONOVAN: Jane Lowry was last seen meeting with

the white nationalist organization, Magyar Ultra.

Find out what Jane Lowry wants with these people.

So, we're infiltrating a white power group?

(CHANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Why don't you just ask nicely?

(GUNFIRE)

-(WOMAN GRUNTS) -(BEEPING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

ALIN SUMARWATA: Being on the Black Hawk,

the four of us, with our (LAUGHING) weapons

trying to look cool.

We'd all be in there, you know,

Special Ops, Special Ops, Special Ops,

and then they'd go, "Okay they've gone, guys!"

And we all got our phones out, and we were all taking pictures,

and it was, "Shit! They're coming back!

They're coming back! They're coming back!

Hey, Special Forces, yeah."

Mac, we gotta move! The missile's coming!

(GUNFIRE)

At the end of episode two, we were really just learning

what we were in store for... in Strike Back.

They built Idrisi's bunker in the side of this mountain.

We're running through firing it,

and then we do this last shot of the day, which is,

"Oh, you guys are just running out of--

and then the mountain's gonna explode behind you."

I'm, "Ah okay, cool... So, are where we gonna land?"

"Oh, we're gonna land just here in the dirt.

It's okay, we've cleared all the rocks."

You've gotta get out of the tunnel really quickly

though, because we've rigged the entire mountain

to blow up, so there's about 15 flamethrowers,

but don't worry, they won't set that off until you're out of the tunnel."

It was one of those things that you couldn't really rehearse,

so we didn't even know what was gonna happen.

Warren and I just look at each other and say,

"A-- are you ready? Yeah, cool." Let's do it.

DANIEL MACPHERSON: And you watch it back,

and the entire mountain is blowing up behind us.

Everyone's miles away, and we're right underneath it.

MACPHERSON: We got face full of dirt,

and the rifle's gone in the dirt,

cuts everywhere.

It was a lot of high-fives after that one.

The car escape scene was fantastic,

I really, really enjoyed shooting that, because...

I physically had to lift Alin out of that car,

(LAUGHING) Alin... really did play the part

of somebody who is unconscious really well.

(LAUGHS) You know what the challenge was?

Being dead weight, next to an (LAUGHING) explosive,

or a potentially explosive vehicle,

when all your instincts is, "Run, get the fuck

(LAUGHING) out of there." And you're just...

And then the big explosion.

I'm feeling the heat down my back.

Thank goodness for our great SFX guys,

because, otherwise, I might not have any hair.

(GRUNTS)