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TORRES:
This is Gunnery Sergeant
Dave Torres,

M—SOT Team Leader
of the 2nd Marine
Raider Battalion

based out of Camp Lejeune,
North Carolina.

One June 5th, 2018,
I took a six-man team

on a special-purpose
extraction mission

to an opium factory
in the Nad—e Ali district

of the Helmand province in
south-western Afghanistan...

Go!

. . . where intelligence
showed the hostage,

a professor from
the American University
was held.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Military operations
by the Highlanders

of the 1st Marine Division

earlier in the night
softened the target,

but there was still
resistance.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

That put us on a tight clock.

Five minutes, in, out, done.

SOLDIER: RPG!

(SOLDIER SCREAMING)

As we got within 20 meters
of the enemy stronghold,

a combatant at the door
was alerted to our presence.

Staff Sergeant Paulson
and myself engaged.

(GUNSHOTS)

SOLDIER: Clear that door!

(GUNSHOT)

TORRES: Paulson's hit!

Sniper at our six!

TORRES:
/ pulled Staff Sergeant
Paulson inside the factory

after he took enemy fire

and called for the team medic,
who began triage.

TORRES: Medic!

There were plastic sheets
hanging from the ceiling,
obscuring the hall.

(GUNFIRE)

TORRES: The mission itself,
with its covert operation,

relied on aggressive
action and speed.

Every soldier on the force
knew our personal security
was at grave risk.

(GUNFIRE)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(EXPLOSION)

After the grenade went bang

and blew the fuck out
of everything,

I called out, trying
to pinpoint the location
of the hostage.

Johnson and Razor provided
backup and engaged the enemy.

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

TORRES:
After locating the hostage,
the team cleared the room,

making sure
everything was safe.

And we escorted
Professor Byers
to the extraction site.

(GUNSHOTS)

SOLDIER: Man down!

TORRES:
Move! Move! Move!

TORRES:
We triaged the hostage

on the 30-minute flight
back to Bagram Airfield.

He was declared
deceased upon arrival

along with Staff Sergeant
Steven Paulson.

GENERAL: Tough mission.
TORRES: Yes, sir.

Staff Sergeant Paulson
paid the ultimate sacrifice.

GENERAL: And you, Gunny?
What price did you pay?

All good, sir.

G EN ERAL:
You’ve been fighting
this war for 18 years.

You've infilled and exfilled

on more special operations
missions than seems fair.

You've sacrificed a lot
for your country.

Hell, the Marine Corps is
running out of combat action
ribbons to give you.

You're five months away

from your 20-year
retirement threshold.

Get your dick out
of the dirt and get home.

And do what
exactly, sir?

Bag groceries
at Kroger?

Work the plumbing aisle
at Home Depot?

You're a hell ofa
MARSOC operative.

About the best small-unit
tactician I've ever had.

Special Warfare Operations
is paying decent money
for guys like you.

I could make
a few phone calls.

I didn't sign up
for money, sir.

That's the wrong metric
to measure what we do.

I'll stick it out.

GENERAL:
Okay. All right.

I’m sending you and your team
on an exfil training mission

with the Israeli Air Force.

Commando unit 5101.
Shaldag?

That's right.
Golan Heights, Israel.

Are you
rotating me out, sir?

Gunny, you got
five months left.

Go easy. Get out
of this war alive.

FEMALE REPORTER 1:
As the world’s attention

seems to shift away
from Afghanistan

to another middle-eastern
hotspot, Syria,

where bloody civil war

has been raging
for seven years.

FEMALE REPORTER 2:
The United Nations
Human Rights Office

estimates nearly 500, 000
people have died

since the conflict began.

FEMALE REPORTER 1:
Experts say the death toll

has created
a humanitarian catastrophe.

The world is struggling...

FEMALE REPORTER 3:
Israel and Iran
stare each other down

across the
expanse of Syria.

BENJAMIN NETANYAHU:
So here is my message
to the rulers of Iran.

Your plan to destroy
Israel will fail.

FEMALE REPORTER 4:
Damascus claims
the Syrian Air Defenses

were successful
in intercepting

hostile Israeli missiles.

Israel will do
whatever it must do

to defend our state
and to defend our people.

(MAN SPEAKING HEBREW)

(MAN TRANSLATING)

FEMALE REPORTER 1:
Israel’s Iron Dome

intercepted all but a few
of the enemy rockets.

FEMALE REPORTER 2:
Experts believe Iranian-backed
Shi'a lslamist militias

are behind the attack,
as many parts ofthe
Syrian Golan Heights

close to the Israeli
armistice line

have fallen under
pro-Assad control

with the Golan Freedom Brigade

having the strongest
presence in the area.

Come inside, baby.

It's the last night
of our vacation.

Give me
another minute.

One minute.

One minute.

(MAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(MAN ON PHONE
SPEAKING HEBREW)

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(MAN ON PHONE
SPEAKING HEBREW)

(BEEPS)

Everything okay,
baby?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Go back to sleep.
It's nothing big.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying to you.

I'll meet you for lunch.

I'll be in Tel AViV.

Flight leaves Eilat
at 8:00 am. tomorrow.

Then I'll meet you
for lunch in Tel Aviv.

Make love to me.

Baby, I can't.
I don't have time.

Thatnever
stopped you before.

Come on. You can't
resist me, stop trying.

I know
I can't resist you.

I love you so much.

SENATOR JACKSON:
There is no military strategy

on how to deal

with the influence
of Iran and Russia.

I think diplomacy will fail.

Assad, for all
political purposes,

has won the civil war.

Damascus will fall

into the hands of Moscow
and the Iranians.

Which will be
a total nightmare

for the Jewish state,

and by proxy,
the United States.

We have to prevent this
at all costs.

Now, ifyou'll excuse me,

l have to catch
the last couple of innings

of the Red Sox-Yankees game.

(REPORTERS LAUGHING)

Senator, it's your son.

Ronan?

What's up, old man?

I'm doing good. It's great
to hear from you, son.

It's late there.
Is everything okay?

Everything's perfect.
I'm just checking in.

Hey, you see the
Yankees-Red Sox game?

Oh, don't tell me
what happened.

I got it on my DVR.

So, you cycling?

Always. Always, Dad.

(CHUCKLES)

I miss our summer rides.

Well, you'll
be here in a week,

and Ijust happen
to have a bike

I'm looking
fon/vard to it.

You gonna be able to
make some time for me?

I don't know.

Avigail wants to sit and
talk politics with you

at the kitchen table.

But listen, that's
kind of why I’m calling.

Dad,

you're going to be a grandpa.

Noshm

No shit!

Wow. That means
I'm getting old.

You are old. Deal with it.

(CHUCKLES)
Go fuck yourself.

(LAUGHS)
I love you, too.

How's the new wife?

I know, she's
too young for me.

She's not
too young, Dad.

She's too pretty
for you.

(CHUCKLES)

You know, it's five years ago
today we buried Mom.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

She lived a good
life, right?

Better than most.

She'd be really
proud of you, son.

Mookie Betts smashes
a hanging curve ball

to hit a three-run homer
in the ninth to win it.

I love you, Dad!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

Dave Torres?

Welcome to Israel.
Follow me.

Damn, it's hot
as bails out here.

Yeah, well,
you know
what they say.

From the frying pan
to the fire.

That's not
what they say.

They say, "Out of
the frying pan
into the fire."

Oh, is that
what they say?
Yeah.

Well, that's not
what I say.

What the hell
is this place?

I can tell you
what it ain't.

It ain't the fucking
Four Seasons.

It's an old Syrian camp
from the Six-Day War.

For us, it's our
rendezvous point.

The chopper will
be here at 0700.

Thafsin
62 minutes.

I thought it was just
a training exercise.

Yes, it is, but IDF
wants us tojump right in.

Train like you fight.
(SCOFFS)

That is a credo
of yours, right?

Where's our gear?

Let's find some shade
and gear up.

TORRES: You know,
in all this hurry,

I didn't catch
your name.

I didn't give it.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

So,Jackson.

We're not gonna do this
again, are we, Benny?

We are, we are.
We're gonna do it

until I can wrap my
brain around it.

So, Dad's a politician
with serious swagger.

Self-made.

Catholic and proud.

Mom's a mom,
a good Jewish mom.

Great Jewish mom.

Wait. A Jew and
a Catholic? Fuck me.

I know. Crazy, right?

The guilt trips
must have been
off the charts.

I guess Mom had to be
a freaking 12

to get the attention of a rich
blue blood from Boston.

(JACKSON SIGHS)

So, uh...

Mom meets Dad,

Dad dips his wick
in the Galilee.

Really? We're
gonna do this?

Along comes you.
Really?

SHverspoon,
private school,

limousine.

And I'm sure you've
banged your share

of that sweet
Ivy League pussy

on your way to graduating
cum laude from MIT.

That's magna cum laude.

Magna-cum for brains
is more like it.

Who gives
all that up

to make Aliyah and
fly jets for Israel?

This is the Law
of Return, right?

Over a Sabra girl?

You know what?

She is a good girl.

Good.
Good girl.

She must feed you
as good as she fucks you.

No. No, man. See,
that's the thing.

She feeds me better
than she fucks me.

All this talk of your
smoking hot mom

and perfect wife is
giving me a hard-on.

Oh, you want to talk
about my mom?
Oh, yeah.

Don't do it.
You hear me?
Huh?

Over the top!
Over the top!

You wanna fly
my stick today?

Hey, Gunny, lthought
this was meant to be

a cushy little
training gig, man.

What the fuck, boss?

Surely we're
too good for this

"two weeks in the shit
prep for war" stuff.

Training never ends,
Sergeant Fuck Face.

That's what I thought
you'd say. Thank you.

JOHNSON:
Let me tell you, boy,
I was looking forward

to chasing some grade A ass
out there in Tel Aviv.

I mean, I heard
them Israeli girls,

they love them a little
bit of chocolate.

You know
what I'm saying?

Johnson,youTe
so fucking pretty,

all the Israeli girls
gonna love you.

And their fucking
brothers, too.

(ALL LAUGHING AND WHOOPING)

I'm pretty and proud,
motherfucker.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hey, Razor,
how many languages
you speak now?

Let me see. Uh, English,
Arabic, Farsi, Kurdish,

French and
a little Pashto.

You don't speak
Spanish?

Nah. But my cock does.

Okay, that's
a good thing, huh?

RAZOR: Yes. (CONTINUES
SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Hey, Gunny, what did he say?
Did he call me "fuck face"?

Sarge, what did he say?

He call me "fuck face"?

You are a fuck face!

Hey,Johnson,
I'll fuck yourface.

Your face
so fucking pretty,

I'll fuck it in the night,
I'll fuck it in the morning,

I'll fuck it at dinner time.
(ALL LAUGHING)

I'll wake up in the morning,
I'll fuck it again.

I'll flip yourface over
andl1|shaveit

put a beard back on,
then I'll fuck it again.

I would love
to see that, man.

(DIAL TONE)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Hey,BeHa.

Yeah, it's me, baby.

BELLA:
I always know it's you.

You're the only one
that calls the wall phone.

I have a cell, you know.

This is the only number I have
programmed on my phone, babe.

You almost done
over there?

Yeah, almost.

You know,
you've been there,

like, my whole life.

I know, baby.

Only five more months,
then I'm done.

You're missing
my birthday again.

I'll make it up to you.

We'll celebrate
when I get back.

It's always
when you get back.

TORRES: I’m sorry, baby.

BELLA: You're coming home
for good this time, right?

Yeah. For good.

Promise?

TORRES: I promise.

Be good, baby.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

I love you, too, baby.

Who the fuck are
these knuckleheads?

They're one, two,
three and four.

Yeah? What do we call you?

Five.
Exactly.

When diplomacy fails

and my government
doesn't want to start a war,

the call lands at my feet
and we get activated.

Our names or ranks,
not important.

Skull and Bones
type of stuff?

Yes, of course.

This is your game,
Major Brodetsky?

Yeah, I know
your fucking name.

And the no-names
sitting across from us,

Melaku, an Ethiopian
Jew from Beta.

Sharhabi, a veteran of
the West Bank and Gaza strip.

And son of a restaurant
owner from Haifa.

Pardo, your newest recruit
and a Penn State grad,

working on his start-up
in his spare time.

And Brener, the blondest
of the no-names,

an Ashkenazi kibbutznik
from Degania Bet.

Yeah, I know something
about them, too.

Not gonna bore you
with their ranks, though.

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Secrecy is an ethos.

Our names, like God,
are not to be spoken.

It's our way.

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You think you're
hot shit, don't you?

Well, let me tell you,

we're pretty good, too.

Fuck,yeah.

Now, you ready
to hit the rope

or are we gonna play
big dick bigger dick?

(LAUGHTER)

'Cause that's
a game you'll lose.

(LAUGHTER)

You know what?

I like you.

Call me Asaf.

Nah, I like Five better.

So do I, bro.

Rope!

(BRODETSKY SPEAKING HEBREW)

BRODETSKY: Let's go.

Let's show
these motherfuckers

how the 2nd Marine
Raiders do things.

(ALL SHOUTING)

MAN: Shepherd One, activate
electronic countermeasures

and re-route to 1-3-0.

Change attack,
heading from the east.

RO NAN:
Roger that, Command.

MAN: Transmitting
flight coordinates

to your onboard computer now.

RONAN: All right,
let's start dancing.

Let’s take her out.
Ascending to 14,000 feet.

BENNY:
Going live. Shepherd One

has reached strike altitude
and received coordinates.

Missiles ready
to prosecute targets.

Cleared for strike.

BENNY: Target's dead.
Target’s dead.

Good job,
Shepherd One.

Get your ass
out of there.

RONAN: Roger that.

Shepherd One
pushing back at low altitude.

(ALARM BEEPING)

S-200,
surface-to-air missile.

Shepherd One, we have
an inbound SAM.

Your vector
0-9-0 at 25 miles.

Get the hell out of there
and take countermeasures now.

RONAN:
Jesus Christ!

Missile in the air.
We're painted.

MAN: Heads-up.

Get your eyeballs
out of your asshole.
Look for it.

RONAN:
Single missile tracking.
All right, let's find it!

BENNY: Defend and
keep on breaking. Roll left.

I repeat, roll left.

Roll left!

RONAN:
Does it have a good lock?

BENNY:
Damn right it does.

SAM's got us
eyeball to asshole.

Coming in from
five o'clock and closing.

It's back on us.
Push it over, roll right.

Break left!

Break right!

RONAN: We can’t shake it.
We can't shake it.

BENNY: Roll left. Roll left!

RONAN: Break lock.
Ten seconds and it’s on us.

BENNY: GO up! Pull up!
Pull up! Nose to the sky!

Activate defensive program.
BENNY: Working on it.

(ALARM BEEPING)

RO NAN: We ’re hit!

Shepherd One is hit.

Shepherd One, what is
your status? Over.

RONAN:
Shepherd One is going down.

I repeat, Shepherd One
is going down.

Benny! Benny,
can you hear me?

Benny!

My WSO is not responding.

Shepherd One, eject!

Eject, Benny!

MAN:
Shepherd One has ejected.

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(PHONE RINGING)

Richard Jackson.

My God.

BETZ: What can you
tell me? Be exact.

At approximately
0700 this morning,

Major Jackson's F-16 was hit
by an anti-aircraft rocket

while on mission over Syria.

Lieutenant Nadav

is presumed dead
and went down
with the plane.

Major Jackson ejected.

Have you located him?

Yes. Major Jackson's
ejector seat beacon is active.

Did he survive?

Can't confirm.

"Can't confirm"?

He ejected
near Mach speed.

That's a lot
of G-forces

to put on a human body,
General.

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

What can you
confirm exactly?

The drone-fed
imagery tells us

Major Jackson was alive

at the time he was
taken captive.

By who?

For a targeting la yer,

we don't have
a concrete data-point.

BETZ: Where exactly
is Major Jackson?

The GPS on his
flight vest

places him
in Southern Syria

in the Dara’a Governorate.

It's a GFB stronghold.

"GFB"?

Golan Freedom Brigade.

It’s an Iranian-controlled
Shiite militia

fighting alongside
the Syrian Arab army

and backing
Damascus' bid

to take back
the Golan Heights.

They are led by
an extremist

who is know to us
only by the name
of "Alshabah."

"Alshabah"?

The Ghost.

He '3 a real beauty,
this guy.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

We can't get a clear
picture of him.

His face is covered
with his signature
tactical shemagh,

GFB head-band and his
black-mirrored sunglasses.

The legend
he cultivates is

if he lets you see
his eyes, you’re dead.

His army is small
but loyal, and brutal.

We pinpoint his location,
and then we lose him.

He stays in the shadows,
moves in the night.

He has a direct line
to Assad,

Nasrallah and Rouhani,

and gets financing
from all three.

We think he had a hand

in the chemical attacks
at Aleppo and Ghouta.

Pay to slay.
Yes.

He '3 100% committed
to avoiding detection.

(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GUNFIRE)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GROANS)

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(PANTING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Can we get gunships in there
with an extraction unit?

He'd see us coming and
kill Major Jackson before
we could get to him.

May | suggest a special ops
covert operation?

General Betz,
this is Neta Luria,

Israeli Intelligence.

Mossad.

Specializing in covert
operations and
counter-terrorism.

We need to scramble
an extraction team.

We have a tight window

before Major Jackson
winds up in Assad's hands.

Or worse yet,
gets ferried over

to the streets
of South Beirut.

What's the window?

Intelligence puts it
at 36 hours, max.

Thirty-six hours to...

Never seeing
him alive.

We'll be negotiating
for a dead body.

This is Benghazi
all over again.

I can't think of all the ways
this is fucked!

Have you any idea what would
happen if Assad found out

he had the son

of a United States
senator captive?

I'll scramble a team.

Marine Corps
Special Operations
Command wants this.

MARSOC?

Due respect,
he's one of ours.

BETZ:
He's the son a U. S. senator.

Yes, General Betz,
I'm aware,

but Ronan Jackson
made Aliyah five years ago,

and he’s now
an Israeli.

Law Of Return?

Exactly. Your Senator's son
is one of us now.

The 2nd Marine Raiders
are on exfil exercises

with Shaldag
in the Golan Heights.

I know, I signed
the paperwork.

Well, I suggest we send them
into Dara'a province now.

An IDF-MARSOC joint op?
It's never been done.

There's a first time
for everything.

Shaldag is the best
in the world

at this kind of work.

And, due respect,

we don't need
the Marine Corps' help.

BETZ:
Why do I get the feeling
when you say "due respect, "

I'm being talked to

like I was a cocktail
waitress in Hooters?

I don't care if you think
you need the Marines or not.

The four stars
on this jacket say

2nd Marine Raiders
are on this op

with or without Shaldag.

Due respect.

MELAKU: What is it
they call you?

RAZOR:
Sargent Razor.

This is a
nickname, yes?

Yeah.

They call me
Reza.

I gave him
the nickname Razor

'cause he cuts
through the bullshit

like a motherfucking razor.

Then they should call you
Sargent Gillette.

Funny guy.
(LAUGHS)

I want a nickname.

You have one, Malka.

Hey, yo! What does
"Malka" mean?

"Malka" means
"the queen" in Hebrew.

Dude! Dude!

Queen fucking rocks, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Listen, listen.

There are three
rules to nicknames.

One, it will be
assigned to you.

Two, you won't like
that shit.

And three, ifyou bitch about
rules one and two,

you're gonna get a nickname

even worse than the one
you bitched about.

Hey.

Your world
justchanged.

Changed how?

You and your
combined units

are now on Task Force
Judah now.

Operation Get Back.

Yes, sir.

You and these
2nd Marine Raiders
head out now.

It's a joint exfil op,
insertion and extraction.

Mossad's going
outside of the fence
on this one with you.

This is Neta Luria.

She will help you
with the intel.

Consider yourselves briefed.

There's no time
to prep on life-sized
models of the target.

This is a time-sensitive
mission,

so we're sacrificing
prep for speed.

Yalla, let's go.

MIZRAH: Yalla.

BRODETSKY: Yalla, vamos.

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

Let's go.

NETA:
We'll work all three
operational spheres,

getting to the destination,

working at the destination
and returning home.

A Hermes 450 UAS
is shadowing us
for the next 36 hours,

giving us real-time snapshots
of the battlefield.

What's the package?

An IDF fighter pilot

downed outside
of Dara'a province,
Syria.

Wait. This is a live op?

I don't show up
for anything

that involves
dum-dum bullets.

TORRES:
What are we doing
on this mission?

It's an Israeli pilot,
makes it an Israeli problem.

The pilot's American born.

Son of a US. senator.

Listen, I've been
on these ops before,

lots of them.

They're all
dicey as fuck,
I get that.

But I'm responsible
for my guys,

and I lost one
last time out.

So I'm asking,

do you have any
concrete data where
the package is?

Or is this
a hunt-and—peck?

Little of both,
Gunnery Sergeant.

That's the best
I have right now.

What the fuck is this beast?

NETA:
On-field command post.

This shit looks like
itwas built by LEGO.

(ALL LAUGHING)

So, let me guess.

This is your ride, right?

Mmm-hmm.

So you get all the armor

and we go in no doors,
no windscreen?

Yeah. But you've got
the big guns.

Sergeant Namjoo,

your MARSOC files says

you're fluent in Arabic
with a Levantine dialect.

Yes, ma'am.

But you should hear
my Spanish.

(ALL LAUGHING)

BENEDETTI:
It's an inside joke.

You'll ride in
the lead truck with me.

I suggest we remove
nametags and ranks.

This ain't our first time
swinging at the pinata, lady.

What's the plan?

Get to the border and
hold for the intel.

Okay.
(SPEAKS IN HEBREW)

You're lead
on this op, Five?

Yes, of course.

If it was my call,
you would stay here.

This isn't your war.
We've got no choice.

Israel was born in war

and it's sustained
by the threat of war.

This is between
the Israelis
and the Arabs.

Afghanistan, Iraq,

Bosnia, Horn of Africa,

none of them are my wars,

but I've been fighting them
since I graduated high school.

How is that
working out for you?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, who's
the T-shirt wearing

motherfucker back here
next to me?

No helmet on, minimal gear,
thousand-yard stare.

I mean, what is this?
Fucking Mercenary School 101?

Yeah, he's old school
on reserve.

Does he talk?

Ask him how is it
to be a Yemenite,

maybe he'll answer.

I've told you,
I'm Yemen from
the waist down only.

That's a good thing?

It's a very good
thing.

Oh, you mean he's hung?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Something like that, yeah.

Well, guess that makes me
a Yemenite, too, huh?

(ALL LAUGHING)

I fucking love Americans.

I've got a hand cannon.
I'll show you later.

(ALL LAUGHING)

He's seen it.
He's seen it.

Any progress?

We pulled a team
of our best men.

That doesn't answer
my question.

We think your son is
still alive, Senator,

but he was taken captive
by the Golan Freedom Brigade.

We think.

Have they made
contact?
Any demands?

Not yet.

All right, I need
a no-BS assessment.

How much time
does my son have?

NETA:
Golan Heights. Unsecured.

MAN: Designator?

NETA: Judah One-Six.
MAN: Switching.

MAN ON RADIO:
Get Back is a go.

All coordinates and

op details have been relayed
to your encrypted devices.

Exfiltration goes through
North Command.

We ’re gonna be on your
push-to-talk frequency
from here on.

Hold until nightfall.
Good luck. Out.

He's been taken captive and
being held in AI-Hrak, Syria.

How far on the other side
of that border fence?

NETA: We drive due east
from here about 45 minutes,

and we'll get to a building
on the outskirts of Al-Hrak.

That's the short route.

The short route
is always dangerous.

North Command Control
is running this op.

Are we staging here?

They want us to shelter
in place until nightfall.

Too much enemy
out there now.

What kind of enemy?

Don't know.

Joker, Doctor Doom,
Magneto.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, you gotjokes.
A real funny guy.

You forgot Green Goblin.

Jabhat al-Nursa, ISIS, SAA.

The usual suspects.

TORRES:
Night instead of day.

They'll be gunning for us
on a night run when
they're pinned on speed.

The Superman drug.

Yeah. Got me
through college.

Get in, grab the
package, get out.

Home for shakshuka.

Promise?

I want you to promise me.

I don't know
what shakshuka is.

I'm guessing it's breakfast,
and I love breakfast.

But I've put a lot of time
downrange from these fuckers,

and getting back
is never so easy.

So let's focus
on getting in.

THE GHOST: F-16 pilot.

What is your squadron?

107.

(GROANING)

You didn't fly out
of Hatzerim, you cunt.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

You lied to me.

What is your name?

Ronan Hollander.

7473458.

At least one
of his names is correct.

"To Ronan, with love,
Dad. Semper Fi."

Who is your father?

My father?

My father's name
is Roey Hollander.

What is your rank?

I'm a Lieutenant.
I'm a Second Lieutenant.

(SIGHS)
Second Lieutenant.

Ronan Hollander.

THE GHOST: Your rank.

Or I will hurt you.
I'm a General.

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

THE GHOST: You speak with
an American accent. Why?

What is your rank?

Lieutenant.

You're too old
to be active.

No.

Are you
a reserve pilot?

No, I'm not too old.

A Major maybe? Or
a Lieutenant Colonel?

l have just graduated
from cadet school.

"To Ronan, with love,
Dad. Semper Fi."

(GROANS)

THE GHOST:
You will break.

Everyone breaks.

Good luck.

(DOOR CLICKS AND BUZZES)

BRODETSKY:
Protocol is we sweep

the first 100 meters
of the road.

IEDs, HMEs,
landmines whatever.

TORRES: Roger that.
Let's get to it.

Let's go. Let's go.
Guys.

(GOATS BLEAT)

You ready for this,
Big Time?

This is my American nickname?

That's right.

Why "Big Time"?

You're one
motherfucking badass.

MELAKU: "Big Time."

I like it
better than "Queen."

It's all yours, brother.
Ihopeitsficks.

Why won't it stick?

Sometimes nicknames
don't stick.

How would I know?

If Gunny uses it,

that means it's stuck.

THE GHOST:
Are you married?

Yeah.

THE GHOST:
What is her name?

Noa.

Do you have
any children?

We're expecting our first.

Thank you
for that.

But you will never
see her again.

And you will
never see your
child come to life.

I am the last person
you will ever see.

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

Seriously?

You're wearing a mask.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Look at this face.

This is the face of war.

The war that will not end

until we see
the end of Zionism.

Well...

Good luck with that.

Wait a second, wait a second.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Hey.

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(COUGHING)

THE GHOST: You're strong.

(RONAN COUGHS)

And you're well-trained.
I can respect that.

Your government with
its Western allies

poison the world
against us.

The world order
must be reset.

My government
will not negotiate with you.

But they will
come for you.

You are like a candle
whose only purpose

is to burn out

and to be extinguished,
to shed light for
the benefit of others.

(GROANS)

That is the only reason
you were sent to me.

You can have your fun.

You may break me,
but you're not
gonna fucking win.

Who is Dad?

(GROANING)

Wait here.

Hello, Avigail.

Senator Jackson.

Come in.

Do those casualty officers

have to stand
outside the door?

They're here to keep you
informed and take care
of your needs.

I need my husband back.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Sure.

Sweet tea?

With ice and lemon?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Let me help you
with that, Avigail.

Here, here. Let me
help you with that.

I'm such
a klutz, I...

Watch yourself.
(SIGHS)

Ronan teases me
all the time.

We were just
on vacation last night.

(SOBBING)

Come here.

(SWITCHES CLICKING)

Hey, guys, all clear.

Let's go...
(GUNSHOT)

BRODETSKY:
Got a man down.

Contact,
unknown position.

We got a sniper
at eleven o'clock,

but I can't see
the motherfucker.

Judah One-Six
to North Command.
We have a man down.

I repeat, we have
a man down. Over.

You eyes on Sharhabi?

Ready? We got to move.
We got to move.

SHARHABI:
Cover fire. Cover fire.

Anyone got eyes
on the shooter?

Negafive.

BENEDETTI: Nothing on glass.
There's nojoy.

Gunfire,
ten o'clock.

Judah One-Six,
what's going on out there?

It's Pardo.

How is he doing, Razor?

Fucked up bad, sir.

What's his status?
NETA: He's dead, sir.

Pardo's dead.

Fuck!

TORRES: I got a goat
herder, 700 meters,

at my eleven o'clock.
You see him, Five?

Positive.
Got him on glass.

No shot. Shooter's
out of range.

Cover fire.

TORRES: We've got to
get closer. Let's go.

BRODETSKY: Fuck.

We're still not close enough.

TORRES:
We're close enough.

(GUNSHOT)

(SIGHS)

BETZ: NO plan
survives first contact.

There is no perfect version
of this kind of operation.

We haven't met.
Ellis R. Betz,

Commanding General,
US. Military Central
Command.

Abiram Yairi, Major General
North Command.

That's Lieutenant
Colonel Mizrah

from unit 5101
out of Palmachim Airbase.

Our comms team activated
the CREW systems and
jammed the cell towers

and pinged every
cell signal in the area

surrounding the sniper.

They pick up
any radio chatter?

Cell phone traffic?

YAIRI: No.

Mission is definitely
compromised.

Do we send them or not?

Well, I can't Speak
for the Shaldag,

but I can for my boys.

Send in the Raiders.

Yes, Sir.
Copy that.

North Command Control
wants us to leave him here.

The team is a minute out

to pick up the body
and close the gate.

Mission Get Back
is in effect.

MAN: You heard her.
Load 'em up.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MOURNFUL SONG IN HEBREW
PLAYING)

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

How far along are you?

Twelve weeks.

Do you know if it's
a boy or a girl?

A boy.

I wasn't really there for him
as a young man.

Ronan is the strongest,

most beautiful man
I've ever known.

He got that
from some place.

(GROANING)

THE GHOST: Tell me.

Who is Dad?

Take a lot of notes,
Gunnery Sergeant?

Yeah.

Helps to clear my head
of all the noise.

What you writing?

It's a note
to my daughter.

How old?

Sixteen tomorrow.

I drove my father crazy
when lwas 16.

Tough age.

Yeah, that's
what I hear.

We're on foot
from here.

Johnson, Melaku,
oven/vatch.

We'll search
in teams of three.

Man, woman, child,
everyone is here
to kill us.

Use your discretion.

Assemble on me.

BRODETSKY:
Switch your helmet cams on

and your safeties off.

TORRES: Switching on
helmet cam, going live.

(SOFTLY) Go, go, go.

BRODETSKY:
Switch on your white light.

Go.

BRODETSKY:
North Command, we got breach.

Clear.

BRODETSKY:
Two on the right.

There are hostiles coming
at our two, Big Time.

You are not cleared hot.
I repeat, you are
not cleared hot.

JOHNSON:
Copy that. Holding scope.

BRODETSKY:
Strike team has breached

and we are moving
towards the package.

NETA: SAA soldiers
are gathering to your east.

(GUNFIRE)

BRODETSKY:
Can you buy us some time?

Not without getting
in a gun fight.

BRODETSKY:
Do what you can, One-Six.

Clear.

(GUNSHOTS)

It's like a fucking
maze in here.

Same Shit,
different day.

You should Spread,
split the risk.

BRODETSKY: Torres.

BRODETSKY:
Sharhabi. Brener.

(BRODETSKY SPEAKING HEBREW)

(GUNSHOTS)

(MAN GROANING)

Ask him where
the pilot is.

(RAZOR SPEAKING ARABIC)

(RAZOR SPEAKING ARABIC)

(MAN SPEAKING ARABIC)

Door, right.

(GUNSHOT)

TORRES: Clear.

Sharhabi, stay on the door.
Brener, come with me.

One-Six, we've reached
the package.

IS he alive?

Checking.

BRODETSKY:
Hey, Jackson.

Hey, Ronan Jackson.

We need a positive ID.

North Command needs
a positive ID.

Roger that.
Working on PID.

Hey, Jackson.

One-Seven, this is One-Six.
What's your status?

lrepeat, what’s
your status? Over.

TORRES:
Razor, check him out.

Hey, man,
are you okay?

Sharhabi, look at me.
Are you okay?

Fucking...
(MUMBLES)

TORRES:
Oh, fuck.

One-Six,
this is One-Eight.

Brodetsky and Brener
are dead. Over.

Get out of there
now, One-Eight.

This was an ambush.
We I] pick you up
at the main entrance.

Let's get these guys
out of here.

What a fucking mess.

MIZRAH:
You fucking idiot.

Let's stay
on mission.

You want me
to pull them?

I'll tell you
what I want.

I want your blue team
to get me a precise location
for our fucking pilot.

Fuck!

(ENGINE REWING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GUNFIRE)

TORRES:
Razor, cover fire.

Hell ofa thing
we do, huh, buddy?
Yeah.

Gunny, status? Over.

All good.
Run like a motherfucker.

MAN: Sharhabi!

RPG.
Get down.

(GROANING)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

TORRES: Benedetti!

Jackson, cover me.

TORRES: Let's get them
the hell out of here, now!

Let's go! Move!
Move! Let's go!

Hey, Fuck Face.

(COUGHS)

Hey, Gunny,
tell my wife I'll be okay.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

We need to get
the hell out of here!

JOHNSON: Now!

JOHNSON: Let's go,
let's go, let's go!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Senator Jackson.

Okay.

Thank you.

Now what?

They regroup and
they go back in.

Try to get some
sleep, Avigail.

I need to get out.

Let's take a drive.

(PANTING)

THE GHOST:
Ronan Jackson.

MIT graduate.

Impressive.

Very impressive.

Son of Senator
Richard Jackson.

Oh, fuck.

My boss would like
to meet you.

Why are we
stopping here?

I have an asset nearby.

What kind of asset?

A Syrian Druze.

Did you make him?
Make her. Yes.

She’s been
vetted and banked.

(MOURNFUL SONG IN HEBREW
PLAYING)

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

Johnson, stay
on the door.

Ask her where
the package is.

I speak English.

Please tell him
to come inside.

If they are watching,
they will know we have talked.

Who will know?

We share the same enemy.

It would please me
if you do as I say.

Invite him to come
inside, please.

Johnson.

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING ARABIC)

So, you look for
the Israeli pilot.

We do.

Alshabah took him
capflve.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GRUNTING)

Where's he being held?

You know where he's not
being held, I'm sure.

Listen, I'm not here to
fucking play games with you.

Neta’s vouched for you,

but I’ve got
three dead friends
in the back of my truck.

That’s what I have. Now
tell me where the fuck he is.

(GROANING)

(SPEAKS IN ARABIC)

You think you’re the first man
to put a gun into my face?

I always come with
a flower in my hand,

but I have big
fucking Colt .45

if the flower
doesn’t work.

Tell me where
the fuck he is.

Easy, One-Eight.
I’ll take care of this.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Your pilot is on his way
to South Beirut, I'm afraid.

(SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

Alshabah will present him
to the Security General

who will order
his execution.

When did he leave?

Just now.

Hmm, ten minutes ago.

Last week.
What difference
does it make?

You won't catch him.

He's a ghost.

He’s spent
eight years in this war

and still no one
can catch him.

And if we could?

Then you’d take the M5
towards Damascus

until you hit
Al-Kiswah.

Alshabah will
avoid Damascus.

He will take
an alternate route.

That turns
his three-hour drive

into a seven-hour drive.

That works
to our advantage.

Yes.

You're already
way behind.

Where is this
alternate route?

It’s a smuggler’s run between
Jdeidat Artouz and Darayya,

on the border of Lebanon.

The Heroin Highway.

How do you know this?

The informations are
floating around out there.

Easy.

You just have to have to know
how to sweep it up.

If your plan iS
to intercept this convoy,

I suggest you acquire
more serious weapons
than those M4s.

(SCOFFS)

I can map the coordinates
for you, if you please.

NETA: Judah One-Six
to North Command.

We’re looking for
a convoy that left Al-Hrak
around 30 minutes ago.

Our Mossad asset puts
our pilot in that convoy.

Go to infrared.

Switching to thermal.

BETZ: Do we have
any idea where he is

inthatconvoy?
Which vehicle?

We can eliminate
pick-up trucks
without crew cabs.

Five out of the seven.

YAIRI:
This is North Command
to Judah One-Six.

NETA: This is Judah One-Six.
Send your traffic. Over.

YAIRI:
Continue eastbound 120 clicks

and reroute to the coordinates

that we've sent to your
onboard computer.

You're picking up time,
and you should be able to

head them off at the
designated chokepoint.

NETA: Rogerthat,
North Command. Out.

This was Ronan’s
favorite place.

He came here
with his mother.

I’ve been to Israel
a dozen times over the years.

For diplomacy and business.

Never a personal visit.

I’ve never been here
with my son.

NETA: North Command,
this is Judah One-Six.

We've reached
the chokepoint.

Holding for enemy convoy
intercept.

YAIRI:
Roger that, One-Six.

The enemy convoy
is approximately
ten minutes out.

From here until contact
we ’re going silent.

We aren't the only ones
listening to comms. Over.

NETA: Rogerthat,
North Command. Out.

Is it Monday?

All day, Gunny.

Which way is
the shit rolling?

Downhill,
towards that road.

Hell ofa thing
we do, huh?

So, how do we do this?

How many vehicles
in the convoy?

North Command says
they’re rolling with seven.

What’s their big gun?

23mm anti-aircraft
autocannon.

ZU-23.
Fucking Soviets.

It’s mounted on a Nissan.

Where's the package?

Exactly which truck he’s in,
I’m confirming now.

They don't know?

They’ve narrowed it down

to the third and the fifth
technical in the sequence.

The KIA K2700 and
the Mitsubishi Crew Cab.

He’s definitely not
in the lead or the rear.

No.

You sure about that?

It’d be
a tactical mistake.

I think they’re
better than that.

Okay, we need to take out
the lead vehicle first.

Next up is the Nissan
with the ZU-23.

In the Shit-Show that
immediately follows,

we’ll set an assault perimeter

and blast
the hell out of them.

Johnson, you and Melaku
stay with the machine guns

and put some lead
into their engine blocks.

We want them crippled.

Razor and Sharhabi,
you advance with me.

We find our pilot
and collapse back.

How do we get out?

Same way we got in.
We drive.

What’s our
big gun, sir?

The Hermes 450
you got chasing us
at 17,000 feet,

is it armed?
It is.

Hellfire missiles, huh?

RAFAEL fire-and-forget
anti-tank missiles.

That'll do.

I'm guessing there's a couple
on their wing, right?

Good guess.

Okay, yeah. That big enough
for you, Big Time?

Fuck, that's strong.

Of course, it'll put
hair on your balls.

Listen, brother,
I don't think

anybody wants hair
on their balls anymore.

I like hair on my balls.

TORRES: Hey.

Mind if! use
the SAT phone?

Thanks.

(BEEPS)

(DIAL TONE)

(PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

JOHNSON: Convoy's in zone.

(DIAL TONE)

Hey,Dad?

Dad?

Okay. What do we got?

Seven clicks out.

All right. Max out your ammo.
We go in five.

Drone Flight Control
is sourcing targets now, sir.

Assault Unit Get Back
two clicks from contact.

Targets are green.

MAN: Return fire!

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
(GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Cover fire! I'm going in!

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

TORRES:
I'm moving in! Cover me!

Second technical clear.

TORRES:
Moving to target vehicle.

RAZOR: Hey, One-Nine.
You got any 40 Mike-Mike?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Light up technical number six
for me, will you?

JOHNSON: You got it.

Close now, motherfuckers.

This is Judah One-Eight.
Technical four was empty.

Moving to technical five now.

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

How you doing, buddy?

Fucking Mondays!

I know. Cover your back.

Where is he?

This is One-Eight.
Hostiles down.

We don't have
the package.

I repeat,

hostiles are down,
we don't have the package.

I repeat, we don't have
the package.

(THUDDING)

TORRES:
We got him. We got him!

We got him! We got him!

Major Jackson?

Major Jackson?
Yeah.

IDF number, 0345781

MIZRAH:
That's our pilot!

MIZRAH:
That's our pilot!

Identity confirmed!

(ALL CHEERING)

TORRES: Load him up and
get him out of here.

I'll catch up with you
in a minute.

We get him?

Yeah. We got him.

SHARHABI: Let's go.

How are you feeling?

Like cold Shit.

Well, the good news is,

you're gonna have
a combat scar
to hit on the ladies.

What's the bad news?

You're still ugly as fuck, and
this is gonna hurt like hell.

(GROANING)

Let's get you
out of here.

(GUNSHOT)

JOHNSON: Torres is hit!
We got a sniper!

RAZOR: Where the fuck is he?
Somebody give me a target!

RAZOR:
Where did the fire come from?

JOHNSON:
Twelve O'clock, cover fire!

(GUNFIRE)

MELAKU: Twelve o'clock!
Twelve o'clock!

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

JOHNSON: Twelve o'clock!
Twelve o'clock!

Shit, where the fuck
did that come from?

I'm moving in! Cover me!

NETA:
North Command, Torres is hit!

I repeat, Torres is hit!

(GUNFIRE)

JOHNSON:
Let's get him out of here!
Let's go! Come on!

What the fuck
justhappened?

(ENGINE REWING)

(MOURNFUL SONG IN HEBREW
PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

They've got him.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

They said
I'd find you here.

Just, uh...

I wanted to say thank you.

Don't thank me.

Thank them.

They say
Gunnery Sergeant Torres

was a hell of a marine.

Yeah, he was.

Hell ofa man, too.

A big sacrifice.

Five lives given
for one in return.

That was the job.

Ifasked,
we'll do it again.

TORRES: Bella,

I know I’ve broken
many promises

and missed
so much of your life.

For this, I’m sorry.

You are certainly the best
thing I ’ve ever done,

and my birthday wish for you
is a simple one.

Always treat your mother
with kindness and respect,

and know that you never
leave my mind.

You are smart and good,

and you will do well in life.

I’ll be home soon

to make up for all those
missed birthdays.

[love you, Dad.

(MELANCHOLY SONG PLAYING)