Original subtitles

There were plants and birds And rocks and things...

And the sky with no clouds

...on a horse with no name

It felt good to be out of the rain

In the desert You can remember your name

'Cause there ain't no one For to give you no pain

Starting to get backed up here.

Well, let's get going.

How's it going, JJ?

Almost there.

Yo, get him to open the trunk.

Jack Jack?

On it.

Is there a problem here?

Time's up!

Eddie. Chow chow?

Eddie's ready. Tom?

Don't talk to me, talk to John.

John! Chow chow?

What's in the back of the truck?

Jack Jack?

Fishy, John.

Yeah, hold tight. Comin' in.

- He says it's empty. - Don't fool...

Tell him to open it.

Tell him to stop!

- Jack Jack? - Tell him to fuckin'...

Jack Jack!

Fuck!

Jack Jack!

Move! Move! Move!

Now! Move, move!

All base personnel

to report to communal area at 1800 hours.

Aircraft engine maintenance required on runway five.

Thank you, bro.

I heard he's a solid guy.

We'll get him ready, huh? Jizzy?

Looks like he got some fresh panties on.

Sergeant Kinley?

Steve Kersher, I'm the new ECO. Nice to meet you.

Kersher? Pleasure. Hey, JJ. Meet your new junior.

- Hey, I'm JJ. - Hey, what's up? Steve.

- Introduce him to the boys. - Sure.

Come meet the guys.

- Guys. Kersher. He's our new ECO. - Hey, Kinley. I got your interpreter.

'Sup? I'm Steve.

They all military trained?

Some more than others, but they all been through basic.

I need someone in shape.

You see that bald one with the beard?

I'd bite that one.

Now, he speaks four languages that are worth speaking.

He can be kinda tricky, though. He won't be pushed around.

Some units don't like him. You know, they won't work with him.

All right, have him step forward.

Hey, Ahmed. Step forward.

Do you smoke?

No, not for me, sir. No.

Why you want this job?

I need the money, sir.

And what was your profession before this?

Mechanic.

You good with cars?

Anything with an engine.

Oh, yeah? Well, what's this?

That's an engine, sir.

You patronizing me, Akhmed?

No. No.

I would never patronize an officer, sir.

How long you been here?

Five years.

Do you like it?

It's a job, sir.

Well, Akhmed, this unit specializes

in finding Taliban munitions and explosive sites.

Basically, we get into trouble.

Sadly...

we lost our last interpreter.

Understood.

And it's "Ahmed," sir.

Oh. Yeah.

Well, it's "Sergeant," not "sir."

Hey, guys, meet Ahmed, our new interpreter.

- Hey. What up, bro? - What's up, Ahmed?

Don't disappoint and turn out to be a pain in the ass.

Not me, sir.

Fucking gross.

I'd kill for some swine.

- Do you only think about food? - And he just ate.

There's nothing here a man can eat.

Tom, what does that eat?

What it always eats, sausage.

There's nothing wrong with a little sausage.

You just keep telling yourself that, Chow Chow.

All right, all right, children.

School time.

You know, if you're looking for weapons,

you are not gonna find any here.

Oh, yeah? How do you know?

I know what goes on behind these doors.

Ah.

The oracle doth speak.

Again, Haadee.

All right.

Clear!

All clear.

Clear.

All clear, too.

Clear.

What the fuck is this place?

What's it look like? It's a fuckin' sports bar.

What's he saying?

He says your intel is poo-poo.

Oh, another oracle.

I'm just tired of this bullshit.

All right, well, I'm gonna stay here and have a smoke.

I'll see you guys at sunrise.

How come you know so much about what cooks here?

I'm a man about town.

This is how you spend your lazy afternoons?

You're a dark horse, Ahmed.

All right.

Let's get outta here.

Don't lick, squeeze, or pop anything.

Jizzy.

Don't touch that pipe.

- Well, that was fun. - On to the next one, I guess.

Jackpot!

Fuckin' Tali HQ. We got them surrounded.

Haadee, pull security for a second.

What a quaint little house on the prairie.

You and I could retire here, Jizzy.

And we can adopt a labradoodle and milk something.

What are these coordinates? It's turning into a fuck fest.

Where's this intel coming from?

Straight outta head orifice.

- What you wanna do, John? - I wanna stop wasting time.

Anyway, we got a couple hours.

You got that barbeque, Chow Chow?

What do you think?

Impressive.

You know, whatever they may say about us, Ahmed, we're not all animals,

apart from Chow Chow, of course.

To Jack Jack.

To Jack Jack.

When do you think Steve should get his first beer?

Yeah, I don't know.

When do you get to drink your first beer, Steve?

Uh, whenever you say so, sir.

Bon appétit.

Merci, mon general.

To the boots I hope to fill, boys.

How you like them apples, sir?

I love these goddamn apples, John.

I wouldn't normally bother you with issues like this, sir,

but you're the only one who'll get anything done around here.

Oh, yeah? What's the problem?

We keep going out and achieving nothing.

I keep putting my men in constant danger.

It just feels like we're moving sand around a sandbox.

I heard your needle got stuck on this point before.

Look, you've been tasked with finding IED factories.

You can get creative in finding them, yeah?

Do it your way.

I don't think you'll like my way.

I don't think it's important whether I like it or not,

especially if I don't know about it.

I really enjoyed not having this conversation.

You have a good day.

I enjoyed not having this conversation with you also, sir.

We are waiting on Unit C to get back, sir.

ETA, 2300.

I know, sir.

Declan?

John?

Come through for me?

I feel used by you, John.

You only ever want me for my brains.

Well, it's not like you're a generous lover.

Well, that's 'cause you never bought me dinner first.

And, no, I did not come through.

It took me years to get these stripes, and I'm not peeling them off for you.

And since you didn't have a conversation with Vokes I just saw you having,

it would be impossible for me to give you this list of unvetted targets.

You always play hard to get.

All you gotta do is chase me.

What you doing?

- Tightening the fan belt, sir. - You recognize this guy?

Yes, I do.

All right, come with me.

That's him. That's Faraj.

Let's do this.

Stay still. Don't say a fuckin' word.

Oh, relax. We're gonna go for a ride.

Come on. Move.

Easy, easy-

Move. Move. Go.

Easy.

Let's go.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Say cheese.

Tell him that this could go one of two ways.

The money way or the other way.

That doesn't sound very positive.

He's not too keen to help.

That it?

Pretty much, yes.

Give him some lube.

Carrot.

Stick.

He's ready.

Simple question.

Where do they build the IEDs?

What'd he say?

He's fishing. He wants more cash.

Tell him he'll get it when we finish the job.

We can save a lot of time here if we give him the cash.

Excuse me?

He'll get it when we finish the job.

The f...

He has a lead.

A lot of fuckin' dogs around here.

Hey, Eddie?

What did Faraj say to Ahmed?

He said he'd wipe out his bloodline,

and murder him in front of his wife

before he fed her to the dogs.

How do they know each other?

Not sure this is common knowledge, but from what I understand,

Ahmed used to work in the heroin trade.

It's a family business.

They used to work with the Taliban.

So, then why is he workin' for us?

Because the Talibs killed his son.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?

It's the price of givin' orders.

Don't ever override my authority again.

I understood your objective.

I apologize for...

my clumsy method.

So, we understand each other?

Yes, Sergeant.

Good work.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay, buddy.

All right, thank you. Bye.

Sir.

Well, you got your result.

What do you think, John?

There are two sites.

Do this one at a time.

Keep it quiet.

Well, you need any help, I'm a phone call away, all right?

Thank you.

The first IED location is 30 klicks.

One hour's drive on a straight track.

And then we reach a fork in the road, and bang a left.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Yeah, what is it, Haadee?

When we reach the fork in the road,

my feeling is that the quickest route is to turn right,

even though left is shorter as the crow flies.

Well, quickest, why? According to the map, it's not.

In the last rainfalls,

most of the road on the left got washed away.

What do you think, Jizzy?

I guess so. There is no intel to confirm or deny.

All right, how much time does it add to the journey?

About 20 minutes, 30 tops.

All right. So, we got a plan.

Right is right.

- Push that to the highers. - Cool.

- Okay, let's move out. - All right, let's go.

Sergeant Kinley, can you please stop the vehicle?

Excuse me?

I need to speak to you, Sergeant.

We don't stop the vehicles. We keep moving.

I think we have a problem. Please stop the vehicle, Sergeant.

Okay, stop the truck, Jizzy.

All vehicles for a tactical stop.

Come on, guys, 360 watch.

- What is it, Ahmed? - Let's go!

Something's wrong.

There's no logical reason for Haadee to lead us down this route, unless...

Unless what?

Unless he's leading us into a trap.

Well, that's a pretty big assumption, Ahmed.

Deduction, not assumption.

Now you're teaching me English?

North side clear.

I've been thinking about all the possible reasons

why he'd take this route.

All the answers smell bad.

He lied about the road being washed out.

The rainfalls didn't affect this area.

Haadee's been vetted.

You can say whatever you want, Sergeant. We just don't wanna go down this road.

You're out of your bounds, Ahmed.

You're here to translate.

Actually, I'm here to interpret.

All right. You wanna be right, Ahmed?

- Hey, Jizzy. Check the drone. - On it.

JJ, Tom Cat,

go up to the top of those rocks there and tell me what you see.

Copy that.

Viper 6-2, Viper 6-2, this is Havoc 3-3.

Havoc 3-3, this is Viper 6-2, over.

Roger. We need live imagery now.

Why have we stopped? The road is safe.

What are we waiting for, John?

I'm waiting to hear if there's a fuckin' ambush up ahead.

ETA, ten minutes.

Look, I haven't got ten minutes. We need the imagery now.

Roger that.

Grid to mark, 4-5.

JJ?

All clear.

Tom Cat?

All clear, too.

- It's clear. - 6-2 for Havoc 3-3,

we 're live.

Viper 6-2, imagery received. Havoc 3-3 out.

- Roger. - Okay, what do we got here?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Ahmed, stop! Get the fuck off!

Get the fuck off Haadee! John!

Get the fuck off of him, Ahmed!

- Put the fucking gun down! - Hey! Hey!

Get that gun out of his throat!

He's a traitor.

I don't give a fuck what he is.

You take that gun out of his throat.

He gave up our position.

Take the gun out of his throat.

lam not gonna ask you again.

He says they have his family.

John, you're not gonna like this.

What is it?

We got a problem.

What the fuck is it?

Looks like an ambush.

Tali kill box 8 klicks up this road.

All right, let's turn this thing around. Get back to base.

Copy.

Get in the truck.

Pick him up.

Look what I got, Daddy. Look what I got.

It's from Johnny's dad.

Why are you going to bed at lunchtime?

No, baby. Time is different here, you remember?

I'm ten hours ahead of you. It's nighttime.

I miss you.

I miss you, too. All of you.

Hey, kids?

You let me talk to Mommy for just a second?

I'll be out in a minute.

- Love you, Daddy. - Love you, Daddy.

I love you, too. Have a good rest of your day.

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey, babe. How's business?

Well, it's good.

We have bookings for the next six weeks and beyond.

- That's good news. - Mmm-hmm.

How are the books?

We're up on last quarter.

So, you're all over it. You're all over it.

You know me, of course I am.

Just another one of the reasons I love you.

Well, you know how much I love you, John.

- Just hurry up and get home. - Yeah.

Hey.

- Ease up till they get back. - Sir?

John.

Interpreter came through, huh?

Just don't know how wild he is.

Yeah, well, he still saved eight people's lives.

Yes, he did.

So, what's your next move?

- Second location, 120 klicks away. - Awesome.

Three hours in a Humvee should be fun for the old back.

Well, you could give us a couple of birds.

Yeah.

No.

Happy hunting.

Thank you, sir.

All right, look.

Nothing like a three-hour drive.

All right, we 're 120 klicks from base,

and 30 minutes from air support,

so, uh, do a final comms check, Tom Cat.

Roger that. Comms clear, John.

Put your fuckin' hands up now!

- Get your fuckin' hands up now! - Put your hands up!

Get in line over here! Now!

Something's not right. He's lying.

Jizzy, hold what you got.

Secure the area. We're moving up.

On it.

Hey! Come here!

Move! This guy was on his phone!

Give me that! Put your hands on your head!

On me.

- Kawa, pick up the rear. - Roger.

Everybody on the floor!

- On the floor! - Get down! Now!

Clear.

Kawa, take over watch. Keep eyes on the road.

John, it's Jizzy.

We found a big weapons cache down here. What do you wanna do?

Secure those bodies, take up a security position,

- and stand by. - Copy.

Hands behind your backs!

Get them on the floor!

- Don't fuckin' move! - Get down!

Tom Cat, JJ, cuff them. Kersher, watch the fuckin' road.

No! No! No! No!

Tom Cat, it's John.

We got an IED factory.

Four tangos.

We need air support immediately.

We're goin' in.

Viper 6-2, Viper 6-2, this is Havoc 3-3. We've hit jackpot.

Requesting immediate QRF. Over.

Copy, Havoc 3-3. Assigning QRF.

Ahmed, you stay here.

We don't need a translator for this.

Fuckin' animals.

It's Jack Jack's killer.

Fuck!

- Fuck. - Fuck!

Fuck!

Clear. You all right?

Motherfucker got me in the arm.

- Ahmed! We good? - We're good.

- Fuck. - Watch the door.

Fuck!

Hold on. Stay there.

All right, charge is set. Three minutes.

Let's go. Move.

Move, move, move.

Hold, hold.

Move, move.

All units, we have a three-minute burning fuse.

Keep that 50-K locked on the north road.

Copy that.

Kawa, we are on your left.

Cover us...

Shit!

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie's down.

- Eddie's down. - Get them on their feet.

- Get up! - Get up right now!

- Get up right now! - Move!

We're at the top of the hill, making our way to you.

Move him, move him.

I don't want the fuckin' Taliban to see him.

Steve, Talis approaching.

- Eleven o'clock. Two SUVs. - Contact north! Two Taliban trucks!

Get in position.

- Keep your eyes on the road! - Copy.

Covering nine o'clock.

- Shit! - Talis on the north ridge!

Contact left!

On the ridge, Tom Cat!

Keep your eyes on the road!

Viper 6-2, Viper 6-2.

Troops in contact. I repeat, troops in contact!

Viper 6-2, we are 15 minutes out.

First truck has arrived at the north entrance.

Kersher's down. Tom Cat, get on the gun!

Go! Go! Steve is down. Over.

Hold position. Coming to you.

SUV inbound. East entrance.

Second SUV approaching. East entrance.

Kawa, let's move!

Following, John...

Open fire...

Tom Cat!

JJ's down!

Move!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Move!

John! John! We need a plan now!

You have an SUV coming. We'll cover you.

Take that truck, go to higher ground, and take a position.

John, we 're fuckin' pinned!

Move. Move.

Cover me.

Jizzy, go, go!

Ahmed, get in! Get in!

John, follow me. Straight ahead. We'll punch up the...

Fuck. Jizzy! Jizzy!

Control this. Dagger 1-2.

Dagger 1-2.

Dagger 1-2, this is Dagger 3-3. Come in.

We're out of range.

Dagger 1-2, Dagger 1-2, this is Dagger 3-3. Come in.

Fuck!

Shit! We've got a flat.

All right, we have to abandon ship.

Ahmed. Ahmed.

Havoc actual. Havoc actual.

Roger.

This is Viper 6-2.

We have approximately 40 KIA Taliban.

We recovered all 3-3 bodies,

minus John Kinley and the interpreter. Over.

I think we're good for now.

We'll rest here for the night.

Here's the challenge.

The satnav says the beer is 120 klicks in that direction over shit terrain.

And Taliban are everywhere, so we can't use the roads.

They will be on us in two minutes.

We're not walking, we're double-timing. You good?

I'm good.

They're on us.

Gun up?

- Gun's up. - Let's move.

Where's your fuckin' gun?

Halfway up the hill.

This belongs to you now. Just don't lose it.

- You ready? - Following you, boss.

Rifle.

Let's go.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Get him up.

It fuckin' stinks in there.

We'll rack up here for the night.

They see a house.

We haven't seen too many of those.

If we can hear them,

they gotta be close.

Pack up your shit.

Ahmed.

Hey.

John.

We're going home.

It's gonna be a long journey.

We can't take the roads.

They know we 're here.

More men will be coming here in trucks.

Here you go.

Put your fucking hands up!

Hands up! Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Get the fuck down!

Get down!

Stay down.

Look away.

I have one of yours.

- He's in the cart. - Check the cart.

It's John fuckin' Kinley.

Hey! Hey, it's John fuckin' Kinley. We need a medic over here!

We're going home.

We're going home.

We're going home.

Welcome home, Mr. Kinley.

I'll get your doctor.

Heard they're giving you a medal.

Distinguished Service Cross.

- Come on, put it away, guys. - That was quick.

- Dinner's in five. - Well...

you did crawl on your hands and knees

over broken glass for a 100 klicks, so...

If I did, I don't remember any of it.

You still don't remember a thing?

I mean, I remember waking up in the hospital.

So, why should they give me a medal? They should give it to him.

As far as I know, I was just a passenger.

I don't think it's a medal he wants as much as a visa he needs.

Well, what's goin' on with that?

Well, even if we can get the visa, we still gotta find him first.

Find him?

Where'd he go?

After your little hike in Afghanistan, Ahmed found himself a local folk hero

to everyone but the Taliban.

Let's just say,

they're not pleased he dragged you 100 klicks across their territory,

and they were unable to catch you.

Your story has developed something of a following

among the populous.

What's that look like?

He ended up on their top-ten most-wanted list

with a price on his head.

Disappeared and went underground with his family.

Before you ask,

I reached out to his smack-dealing brother.

I sense he knows where he is,

but he's not gonna give us that information until we get Ahmed a visa.

Ahmed. Ahmed...

...Abdullah.

And how are you spelling that, sir?

Yeah, A-B-D...

Yes, I know, ma'am. I...

Has his visa been approved?

Mr. Abdullah was set to have his visa issued.

- And the name, sir? - Ahmed.

Your friend needs to fill out an I-360 form.

I can't get him on the phone. His family have been forced into hiding.

- Ma'am, I've explained this situation... - Just one minute.

...to your supervisor already. Can you not...

Just one minute.

- Can you... - Just gonna put you on hold, sir.

How are you supposed to do a background check

on a three-month-old child?

Can you not put me on hold?

I have been holding for one and a half hours.

Just one minute.

First we have to figure out how to make sure their visas are issued.

And then I can figure out how to find them.

Would you leave your wife and child behind? Would you?

He disappeared and went underground with his family.

He disappeared and went underground with his family.

Because of you.

Because of you...

I just gave you that information, just gave that to your supervisor.

No, I'm not related. He's in Afghanistan...

Just gonna put you on hold, sir.

Fuckin' hold music!

You leave people on hold for an hour and a half,

they're gonna get frustrated.

Yes, ma'am. Yeah. Yes, I have the letter right here.

- From Colonel Masters? - Correct.

Yeah, it's from Colonel Masters.

Okay, so yeah, well, then how long will that be?

It's a minimum nine months, sir.

They... they can't wait nine months.

If they wait nine months, they will be dead.

Good night, boss.

Hey, I'll lock up, Miguel. I'll lock up.

You're through to USCIS. How can I help you, sir?

Are you gonna put me on hold again?

- Yeah, go ahead, put me on hold again. - If you could just bear with me

- for one minute, sir. - Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.

Don't put the phone down.

- Don't put the fucking phone down. - It will take one moment, Sergeant.

- I will find someone that can help you. - You put me on hold again,

and I Will find you.

- Don't you put me on hold! - Come on!

What's your fucking name, huh?

What's your name?

I will come to your fuckin' house,

and I Will find you!

There's a fuckin' man stuck in a goddamn cave!

I will find you!

Drink this.

You're okay.

Hey.

Quiet.

John?

John.

As if it wasn't enough for him to carry me across those mountains,

now I can't get him out of my fuckin' head.

I'm lying in this bed.

I kiss my children before they go to school.

And he's hiding in a hole somewhere.

A hole he can never get out of.

A hole that we put him in.

And that wasn't the deal.

The deal was that we offered his family sanctuary.

Then we tied a noose around his neck

and we kicked the stool out from under him.

I should be in that hole.

You think he blessed you?

Well, he fuckin' cursed me.

I am a man who gets no rest.

Please continue to hold.

Your call is in a queue.

Please continue to hold. Your call is in a...

We both know how this is gonna end.

I am gonna have to get him out myself.

I know a guy.

Parker. Private security contractor.

I hear he's very good, and he can help you.

But it's gonna cost.

We'll have to give you a different name and background.

If the Talibs find out that you're back in the country, they'll know why.

And they'll throw everything they have at finding you both.

Hello.

- Mornin', boss. - Mornin'.

I could only find three of these.

- I swear there's two more around here. - All right.

So, you know where to find us if there's a problem.

- Great. Thank you. - Pleasure doing business with you.

Bye.

Mr. Kinley.

Mrs. Kinley.

Looks like you've got everything under control.

Mmm-hmm.

The Cadillac will be ready this afternoon,

and the Harleys will be picked up at six o'clock.

Guess you don't need me then.

Nope.

But you sure look purty.

I'm gonna go...

put on something sexy.

I know and have accepted what you do, John.

We've had this conversation many times.

I've said good-bye to you

not knowing if I'm going to see you again.

And I've been doing this for 12 years.

But this time it's different.

This family believed that you were dead.

We suffered this news for three weeks.

Do you know what the children and I went through?

But you have put me in an impossible position.

Being your wife is one thing, but being their mother,

it's... it's something else.

We owe that man your life.

So we will remortgage the house,

you'll get those visas,

and you will go.

And you will do what you have to.

You'll come back alive.

You'll come back alive, John Kinley.

Colonel.

Declan.

John, please, have a seat.

Everything all right, John?

No, everything's not all right.

Have a seat.

I'd rather stand, if you don't mind.

So, you seem to have been making a lot of noise lately.

What's your fucking name, huh?

- Sergeant, there is no... - What's your name?

It's First Officer Cowell.

I will come to your fucking house,

and I Will find you!

Sergeant, please calm down.

There's a fucking man stuck in a goddamn cave!

Sir, I assure you, we 're doing everything we can.

Fuckin' hold and...

There's been a, uh, official complaint.

Oh, I see.

You brought me here for an intervention.

Or to slap my wrist.

That's not why I'm here.

You think if I could be shot of this debt, I wouldn't be?

Do you think if I could just go through the usual channels, I wouldn't?

That is not how this debt works.

It demands a result, not an appeasement.

There is a hook in me.

One that you cannot see.

But it is there.

And you think I have a choice?

There is no fuckin' choice.

lam going to get that man and his family

out of the position that we put him in.

And of that, I have no doubt.

And you're gonna help me, Colonel.

The reason that I am here...

I saved your life eight years ago.

So you're gonna get those visas.

I don't know how.

But you're gonna get them.

Because I know you are the type of man...

that pays his debts.

Pay your debts.

- I love you both so much. - I'm gonna miss you, Daddy.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

Okay.

We are gonna miss you, John.

I know.

I'll be back in a week.

Come here.

Kiss me.

Ron Kay? Vokes's man?

Parker, yeah?

- Yeah. - I hear good things.

So, we set?

Well, I've contacted Ahmed's brother, Ali.

He says he's found the village that Ahmed's at,

but he's had no contact directly yet.

So, we're goin' to the brother?

Yeah, well, that was the plan.

Was?

We've been pulled away to do another job.

We have a contract, Parker.

We have an agreement.

And I need you to honor it.

This outranks me. It comes from the top.

We got a UN diplomat, got his detail in hot water.

We gotta deal with it. That's all there is to it.

Listen.

You hold up here for three days, my team's all yours.

That's not how this contract works, brother.

In three days, a warm body turns cold.

And I know it's not $10 million, but you said, "Yes."

And I'm two pints of blood and a 150k in the hole.

Ron, if you're not happy, you can take your money back.

Oh, no, I'm definitely not fuckin' happy.

I don't want the money.

I want you to honor the fuckin' deal.

I hear you have an impressive team.

Now I need you to back yourself.

All right, listen.

Let's, uh...

compromise, shall we?

If you can find Ahmed and his family,

call us with the location,

we'll come in, airlift you out, get you back to base,

- put you on the next transport home. - Done.

You just gotta find him.

I see how this works.

I pay you so I can wash the car.

Come on, man. You know how to adapt.

Use what you got, and this is what you got.

You can wait three days, you get the full magazine.

Or you can go now, but you're goin' solo.

I'll set you up.

I'll give you four good wheels and a full set of tools,

but you're gonna be alone.

There's $10,000 cash and a sat phone.

You got an M-4 in the trunk, with six magazines.

You got a full tank of gas,

satnav address that's gonna take you to Ali.

You can touch base with him first.

Ron, it's 72 hours.

If I was you, I'd wait.

Yeah, but you're not me.

Are you, Parker?

John! John, come in.

Sit down, please. Please sit down.

Relax.

Just a second.

Hassan.

You want some tea?

Do you know what "John" means in my country?

"My dear."

"My love."

My brother told me about your beautiful blue eyes.

You have beautiful blue eyes.

Ahmed's son also had beautiful blue eyes.

Cigarette?

The only reason I haven't been tortured

about the location of my brother,

is because I do a lot of business with the Taliban.

I guess you know what I'm doing for a living, right?

Yeah, I think I understand.

Hmm.

You also understand

my brother has become very unpopular with my partners.

They don't like the fact that

the story of your rescue has become so famous.

Well, that's why I'm here.

I feel bad about that.

I owe your brother my life.

If you can give me the location of your brother,

I can get him out of the country.

Is that your truck there?

You can't take that. It's too dangerous.

I organized some transport.

There's my truck driver. His name is Pooya.

He has a pass to get him through the Taliban checkpoints.

However, sometimes, they can be still difficult.

When was the last time you talked to your brother?

A week ago.

And he's due to move in two days.

But this is his last chance.

The price on his head is too great now.

Good luck, John Kinley.

Stay hidden. Stay hidden!

It's okay.

Checkpoint. Checkpoint.

You good?

I thought we were dead.

Let's get him outta here.

John?

John, it's Vokes.

I got the visas.

Whole family.

I'm having them delivered to Parker.

- Good man. - John“.

Good luck, brother.

We are here.

Red 6, this is Red 1, got you Lima Charlie...

Ron for Parker.

Boss, it's for you. It's Ron Kay.

- Red 6, good copy. - Ron.

Result?

Parker, I found him.

Tracking your location now.

- You make contact? - No.

But I am looking at him right now.

Uh, got his location now, sir.

All right, we got you.

Yeah, just wait a second.

Nearest extraction point is Darunta Dam,

two kilometers due east from where you stand now.

- Darunta Dam. Got it. - All right, call us back

when you got your man, his family, and you're en route.

You'll have a two-hour window from that point, all right?

Uh, yeah, one more thing, Parker. Um...

We don't have much time. I left a messy trail.

All right, we'll make a call. See if we can get some eyes up.

Go get your bay-

A lot of dogs around here.

I like your outfit.

And I like what you've done with your hair.

Must've been quite challenging to find me.

Eh.

I can get you and your family outta here.

We just have to leave now.

Now?

That's a shame.

I like it here.

Mmm.

Mmm. I can see why. Yes.

Yeah, what is it, Joe?

Ron Kay.

What about him?

I thought he looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

So, I ran him through the system,

and our intel shows he's on the Talib's most-wanted list.

He's on a list?

Why is he on a list?

Oh, fuck me.

"Ron Kay." That's John Kinley.

Why didn't he tell us that before?

I think if John Kinley is popular with the Talib,

then Ahmed is the fattest fuckin' pig in the pen.

Let's turn this thing around.

- Cody, get Bagram on the line, now. - Yes, sir.

They're gonna want in on this. We wanna get an Angel in the air.

- You get the drone footage up right now. - On it.

At last,

I'm gonna get my boots dirty.

Basira.

John?

We have to go now.

I can see the dam.

Taliban trucks!

Taliban trucks!

Pooya, block the tunnel.

Move!

Come on!

Move, move, move, move, move!

Move, move, move!

Cover, cover, cover!

Go, go! To the building, to the building!

Ahmed!

Covering!

Crap!

Motherfuckers!

- Cover me. - Get down.

Fuck!

Shit!

Go!

Down!

Fuck!

- Down! - Argh! I'm almost out.

Ah, shit! I'm out!

Come on, Parker!

Where the fuck are you, Parker?

Shit. Shit.

I'm out.

Identifying multiple targets, west end of the dam.

Go in hot on the 105.

I have visual, 0-6-0.

Copy that, Spectre 3-7.

They are clear.

Copy that.

All tangos down?

Confirmed. Off the trigger.

FOB 2, this is Spectre 3-7, we are all clear.

Everyone all right?

Bradley, Mike, get him up and in the air.

Yes, sir.

You know,

if you'd have told me that you were John Kinley,

and he's the Ahmed,

you'd have got this whole thing on me, pal.

These are from Vokes.

Visas for Ahmed, his wife, the kid.

All right, this is gonna take you back to base.

There's a transport airplane waiting back there.

It's gonna take you home.

- Parker. - Kinley.

Pleasure doin' business with you.

You backed yourself.

Ahmed, good work.

You need anything, you look me up.

Truth

The truth is that I never shook my shadow

Every day it's trying To trick me into doing battle

Calling out "faker" Only get me rattled

Want to pull me back behind The fence with the cattle

Building your lenses

Digging your trenches

Put me on the front line

Leave me with a dumb mind

With no defenses

But your defenses

If you can't stand to feel the pain Then you are senseless

Since this I've grown up some Different kind of fighter

And when the darkness come Let it inside you

Your darkness is shining

My darkness is shining

Have faith in myself

Truth

I've seen a million numbered doors On the horizon

Now which is the future you choosin' Before you go dying

I'll tell you 'bout a secret I've been undermining

Every little lie in this world Come from dividing

Say you're my lover Say you're my homie

Tilt my chin back Slit my throat

Take a bath in my blood Get to know me

All out of my secrets

All my enemies Are turning into my teachers

Because lights blinding No way dividing

What's yours or mine When everything's shining

Your darkness is shining

My darkness is shining

Have faith in ourselves

Truth

Yes, I'm only loving Only trying to only love

And, yes, and what I'm trying to do ls only loving

Yes, I'm only loving Trying to only love

I swear to God I'm only trying to be loving

Yes, I'm only lonely loving

Yes, I'm only feeling Only loving, only loving

You say it ain't loving, ain't loving

Ain't loving, my loving

But I'm only loving, still only loving

Swear to God, I'm only loving

Trying to be loving, loving

Loving, loving, loving, loving

Yes I'm only loving Yes, trying to only love

I swear to God, I'm trying But I'm only loving

You say it ain't loving

Ain't loving, ain't loving

Ain't loving Ain't loving my loving

But I'm only loving, loving, loving

Loving the truth

Truth