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What?

I was just wondering why you didn't keep those

in the other truck with the missiles.

Trevors and Saunders are keeping watch back there.

No offense, Sergeant Bartlett,

but I don't know you and I don't know your team.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that the guidance chips in this case'll

make those weapons we just intercepted

find your mother's house with pin-point accuracy

and wipe it off the map.

So a little precaution goes a long way,

if you catch me drift.

See, kid?

Spend enough years in the service,

this is what happens to ya.

I'm just planning on doing two tours, Sergeant.

Then I'm out.

See? Beasley's got the right idea.

Look like we're all fucked up hanging around, huh?

You don't like your job, do something about it.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm just having a look.

Well, don't.

Chill out.

Won't do harm.

Fuck me.

I could bling up my whole bathroom in this lot.

Why would you wanna do that?

So I can shit...

on a golden throne.

Why the fuck wouldn't you wanna do that?

Because I'm not a 10-year-old.

I see multiple tangos coming in

from the northeast.

Roger that.

Get ready to knock their lights off and then floor it.

I can't see shit!

What's the plan?

Over.

We don't flinch until we know we have to. Out.

These are the priority.

The missiles are useless without 'em.

Don't worry, everything's gonna be just...

Bartlett, are you hit?

Guys?

Shit.

Where the fuck is everyone?

Dead, I think.

Beasley, wait!

Fuck.

Oh, piece...

Oh, fucking Comstar.

How's it going?

Yo!

Just counting bullets.

Again.

We need to find another game, man.

Stop smoking.

There's no need for any more violence.

Everything's gone to plan.

Amir!

I wouldn't call this going to plan, Amir.

Who's this?

This is the one you were supposed to

let run off and live!

Well, who did we just let go then?

You just let the guy with the fucking guidance chips go!

I told you to shoot the old one!

You all look the same!

Okay, relax. He's injured, he's on foot.

We'll get him back.

Well, you better, 'cause if you wanna sell these missiles

to your buyer, we need that case.

It's fine, I'll handle this.

What the fuck are we gonna do?

Beasley telling everyone we're dead

was our way of getting away with this.

Now what?

As far as anyone's gonna know, Amir stole the missiles.

We're just MIA.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God damn signal.

Rana, are you there?

Yeah, I can hear you.

How are you guys?

Same as always, really.

You?

Bored.

The whole unit is out protecting a main road.

It's election day coming up.

And they didn't take you?

Nope.

How's the money situation?

Not great.

The pensions office are considering Dad's appeal,

so we've just gotta wait.

I've got three jobs now which is killing me.

It's ridiculous.

As if Dad's fought all those years just to get no pension.

I'll figure something out.

How?

You're in the exact same boat as him, dumb-arse.

Oh, come on. It's not like that.

Oh, yeah?

You're gonna steal a tank and sell it or something?

No.

Well, shut up then.

Hello?

Hello? No, please.

Come on.

Fucking shit.

Oh, give me a fucking break.

Good day, sweetheart?

Yep.

Well...

Better than getting shot at, I suppose.

I emptied out the magazines for ya,

so you've got something to do.

Counting rounds all night.

Great.

You wanna know how many there is?

I don't like spoilers.

There's 400.

Fuck off, Gaje.

397.

398.

399.

Oh, come on.

Bastard.

Okay.

This is a British base! I will shoot you!

Don't shoot!

We're on the same side!

I need help, please.

I've got the Taliban tracking me.

They're heading this way.

How many?

How many what?

Taliban. How many?

I'll just pop back and count, shall I?

I don't know, loads!

I'm sorry to bring this to your doorstep, I really am,

but my problem is about to become your problem

very quickly.

Are you injured?

Hit in the side, no exit wound.

I don't mean to rush you, mate,

but you're gonna have to take a leap of faith with this one,

it's now or never.

How many rounds you got?

Just the one mag.

I'm gonna grab my ammo first.

Get your stuff together and let's go hide.

Hide?

Where are the rest of your men?

Not here, me and the guy asleep are all you've got.

Fuck me.

You guys have working coms, right?

Sort of, the signal comes and goes.

Just needs to last long enough to get an evac call out.

Where is it?

We can use the coms unit in that Humvee over there.

What about these guys?

We keep quiet.

We make the call.

Then I say we just fucking kill 'em.

Works for me.

How bad are you hurt?

I'll be fine.

Keep low.

Gonna need to get this bullet out of me fairly soon.

You want the radio or surgery?

Radio.

Fuck sake.

Let me guess, you need a new service provider, right?

Yeah.

I'm gonna have to go and restart the box.

Where's that?

Tower.

Course it is.

That's gonna be pretty difficult.

Okay.

Well?

Well, I'm just gonna have to go for it.

Hey, what's your name?

Rana.

I'm Noah.

Let's start this meditation

to remind you that your true self

is a non-smoker.

Feel the healthy energy

flow through you.

You are the mountains.

You feel relaxed.

You feel calm.

You feel strong.

Breathe.

Well done for doing this meditation

to remind you

that you

are a healthy non-smoker.

Shit.

Fuck it.

Gaje.

Gaje.

I know.

I told them for you.

Let's get that bullet out of you.

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

Okay.

This is gonna hurt.

Oh, you think?

It's not my first rodeo.

Come on.

Up.

Okay.

Right.

Your hands are cold.

- Special Forces. - What about us?

You guys love shooting each other.

Just get on with it.

- Ready? - Uh-huh.

And in.

- Oh, fuck. - All right.

All better?

Oh, yeah, I feel great.

Speak to the nurse on your way out.

She'll give you a lollipop for being a good boy.

That's cute.

Listen.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Thanks.

He was a good guy.

Yeah.

I'd drink to that, but I'm out.

Wanna tell me why he died?

Why are they after that?

They're guidance chips for some pretty serious missiles

that me and my squad were transporting.

We intercepted them being sold on the black market.

Along with a lot of gold.

Shit.

Then we were ambushed on the way back.

They killed the squad.

I managed to get out with those.

The missiles are useless without 'em.

Titanium-cased, so they can't be smashed.

Each one's got an individual tracker, so even if we hide 'em

they're gonna find 'em eventually.

So it's nowhere near over is what you're telling me?

That's kind of what I'm telling you.

Any ideas?

We get in a truck and we drive as far as we can.

Yeah, right.

This whole region is Taliban.

We'd be dead in a few hours.

That leaves Plan B.

Plan B?

There's a satellite phone on the truck where I came from.

Where the missiles are?

Uh-huh.

Where the Taliban are?

Uh-huh.

Oh, Jesus.

You know, I'd totally volunteer to go meself, but,

I've kinda got a hole in me.

Should patch it up.

Fine.

Show me where to go.

Okay.

What the fuck?

It's taking way too fucking long.

Oh, quit your fucking whining.

Bartlett says it's fine, then it's fine.

I'll make sure they put that on your grave

when they hang us for treason.

That was HQ, guys.

This is getting too risky now.

- Sage. - What?

Shut the fuck up.

No, he's right.

Look, we've got the gold.

The missiles are a dead end.

I think we need to start talking about splitting it

and getting the fuck out of here.

We should at least put it to a vote.

- I'd be up for that. - No one's voting on anything.

We wait.

Let these lot retrieve the chips.

We're not blowing our cover

for the sake of a few extra hours.

And what happens when our newfound friends start getting

all trigger happy in our direction, eh?

They won't.

Famous last words.

Yeah, well, in the meantime, what're we gonna do about HQ?

I'll go and speak to Amir, get him to hurry the fuck up.

The sat phone's gone!

Fuck.

Saddle up, the situation's changed.

We're going after him.

What happened to you?

Fair enough.

By the way.

Your squad.

They're not dead.

What?

Well we've got to go back, we've got to rescue them.

No, they're not dead because they're working

with these guys to sell those missiles.

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, I mean, sure.

Why would a bunch of highly-trained,

underpaid soldiers

want to steal a load of gold and sell a few missiles?

I overheard them talking.

They're all coming here, by the way.

- How many? - I don't know.

So hurry up and make the call.

Fucking Afghanistan.

I swear to God, if I never see another mountain again,

it's gonna be too soon.

The lookout.

It should give you enough height to call out.

Okay, how many rounds we got?

250 rounds.

We've gotta make 'em count.

Oh, come on.

Looks like they're here.

I don't get paid enough for this.

We don't do this for the money.

Yeah, tell me about it.

It's your phone, you go and get it.

Let's get something really clear.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't like you,

and I don't like your shitty little country, either.

And I certainly don't trust ya.

So if you want these missiles like we agreed,

then you go in there.

Stop 'em from using that sat phone

and get the chips back.

Me and my men will be right here protecting this truck.

Do I make myself clear?

You know, it's a good job I like you.

Don't worry, we'll handle this.

Johnson, get up there on that high point with your rifle.

You get a clear shot on Noah, you take it.

Don't hesitate.

Roger that.

You lot, guard the truck.

These fucks are gonna try and screw us

the second they get their hands on those chips.

I just wanna retire.

We've got company, lots of it.

Let's show 'em what we think of uninvited guests.

You're an uninvited guest.

True.

Fucking Gurkhas.

We know this place is empty!

Your entire unit's on patrol, 40 miles west of here!

So at best there's maybe two or three of you left?

Just hand over the soldier and we'll just leave!

There's no need to die for no reason.

In position.

No sign of target.

Received.

Keep eyes on Amir, too.

Roger that.

Target sighted with one other.

Take 'em both out.

Roger that.

Where did that come from?

Sniper.

Johnson, at a guess.

Well, I think Johnson is a prick.

Just so you know.

You and me both.

You should make a run for the lookout.

I'll head the other way and draw their fire.

You're laying down your life for a noble cause?

Thinking about it.

Wait until they all follow me and then you go.

Okay.

Johnson, what's happening? I'm getting itchy feet here.

I've lost Noah.

I think he's heading for the lookout. Over.

Does he have the sat phone?

Say again. Over.

Does he have the fucking sat phone?

Amir and his men are heading your way.

I repeat, Amir and his men are heading your way.

Everyone keep your eyes peeled.

Oh, fuck this. Going for a look around.

I'll go after Noah and the chips. Out.

Are you telling me one Gurkha

is causing all this fucking carnage?

I have got to meet this guy.

Johnson, are you receiving? Over.

What?

I see movement.

I don't see it.

It's right...

Find the hanger.

Get the merch switched into a new truck, be back in 10.

Where the fuck are you going?

I'm gonna kill Amir.

Come on!

Amir!

Don't shoot!

Okay, that was a mistake.

But we still have business to attend to.

How so?

You need me to finish the sale.

My buyer will only meet if I'm alive.

Do you know what, Amir?

I'll find another buyer.

Akon zero alpha, this is akon two zero.

Are you receiving? Over.

Akon zero alpha, this is akon two zero.

Are you receiving? Over.

Akon two zero, this is akon zero alpha.

Send your message. Over.

My unit has switched, I repeat, my unit has switched.

Are you hearing this?

They're attempting to sell the missiles to the Taliban.

I still have the guidance chips, though.

Multiple tangos are within my location.

Requesting immediate evac. Over.

We've tracked your location...

Repeat that?

Did you say eight-zero minutes?

Fucking...

This doesn't change anything.

This fucking changes everything.

They know what we've done now, how're we gonna explain that?

I'm thinking.

We need to go in there,

kill these fuckers and get out of here.

Will you two pair of pricks

just shut the fuck up and let me think?

Go and get Espinosa!

Jesus Christ.

I nearly killed you.

Good to see you too.

Rough night?

You could say that.

Taliban are all dead.

I saw.

Did you make the call?

Yeah.

80 minutes.

Great.

Especially now.

I'm out of rounds.

Me too.

Look.

All we have to do is keep the chips safe

and hidden for long enough.

There are some tunnels under the base we've got.

In case of air strikes.

That could work.

The entrance is inside one of the containers in the yard.

We need the keys in the rec room though.

Right.

No time like the present.

Shit.

How bad is it?

I'll live.

I wouldn't count on it.

You're out!

Yeah.

But I got lot more left in me.

Have you?

Nah.

I'm pretty much done to be honest.

But I do have him.

You know, the next time you visit...

Uh-huh?

Call first.

Get inside.

The entrance to the tunnels is at the back of the container.

What about you?

Someone's gotta save your ass.

Just go.

Pull the hatch down and keep these safe.

Try not to die.

Yeah.

You too.

Where's Noah?

I don't know.

Okay.

Oi!

We got you a present.

- The chips? - What?

Where are the fucking chips?

There was no sign of Noah or the chips,

but my guess is this little prick

knows where the both of them are.

Right, go and get him tied down.

I'll be there in a minute.

Trevors, when you're done, go and help Sage get them

missiles moved from that old truck into this one.

I wanna be out of here in the next 60, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Get a move on.

Good morning, sunshine.

I don't think there's any need for that.

What do you think?

I think you better hope she tied these ropes well.

Because if I get out of this chair,

I'm gonna kill you with it.

You know what I see when I look in your eyes?

Sorry, pal.

You're not my type.

I see zero fear.

Not remotely scared, are ya?

It comes with the training.

Still nothing.

How about now?

Fascinating.

You guys really are tough as fuck, aren't you?

So...

I'm gonna kill her first.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

And then I'm gonna shove her head up your ass.

We've actually got a lot in common, me and you.

I had a little look 'round your stuff.

Hope that's okay.

Your old man was a Gurkha too, I take it.

How's retirement going for him?

Don't talk about him.

Let me guess.

The army's not covering the bills

now he's not out there risking his life for them anymore.

Struggling to make ends meet.

Barely covering the rent.

And you're out here doing the exact same thing.

The sad fucking truth is,

you're going to end up in the exact same boat.

Broke and begging for handouts.

Does that seem right to you?

You risk your life for your country,

your father risks his too,

and for what?

Doesn't that make you angry?

See?

We're the same.

So are all my guys.

Where's our reward for taking bullets

so some snot-nosed little cunt can sleep safe at night

knowing he'll never have to see the shit we do?

We're just taking things into our own hands.

Looking after our own.

Is that really so bad?

You've got no honor.

Is honor gonna keep your dad warm this winter?

Is it gonna clothe your children?

Is it gonna pay your fuckin' electricity bills?

Honor is the lie they sell to you,

beat into you, all so you'll fight tooth and nail

to protect the status quo so they can stay rich

and you can stay expendable.

And when you're too old to fight anymore,

they slap a little badge on ya and tell you it's for honor.

And then they leave you to rot.

I can offer you something better.

I can change your family's whole lives.

There's plenty more where this came from.

All you gotta do is show us where Noah and the chips are.

We'll go and you can live happily ever after.

I've got a call to make. Get this gold moved over.

We'll have the chips in the next 10.

It's me.

Amir's dead.

Then the deal is off.

No, wait.

Still got the chips and the missiles.

No need to tank a good deal over one dead middleman.

Okay.

Come alone, or there is no deal.

But my squad...

I lose men, you should lose men.

You want the money, then you have a deal,

but come alone or don't come at all.

Where?

I don't know.

I didn't come in here with him.

If you're fucking with me, I'll put a bullet in your head.

Right here.

Noah?

Look, just come out.

Mm?

You can't win this.

Look.

Let us help you.

We don't wanna have to kill you

any more than you wanna kill us.

I am more than willing

to kill you.

She got away with the case.

She's got the chips, it's over.

No.

It's not over.

My grandfather would have given his life for honor.

So would my father, and so will I.

These tunnels, they lead straight to the storage hanger.

We can still stop them.

You're fucking crazy, you Gurkhas.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

We know.

Bartlett!

You're injured.

Yeah.

And they killed Trevors.

I can see that.

Those the chips?

Yeah.

All of them?

Yeah, I think so.

Thank fuck for that.

Can you drive?

Yeah.

Where's Sage?

Oh, yeah.

I killed him.

Last one.

Don't miss.

I won't.

Don't shoot me either.

I'll do me best.

Fuck sake.

Looks like our deal's off then, eh?

Come on, boys.

Let's not play hide and seek.

We can handle this like men.

Look at you both.

You're about to die in the middle of fucking nowhere.

For what?

You know, I don't take any pleasure from this.

You should've taken the gold.

Why don't you just give up?

Because I've got honor.

Thank you.

You didn't have to do any of this.

Yes.

I did.

We good?

Give us a second, lads, yeah?

Well, that's it, then.

That's it.

I guess.

You sure you don't wanna come with us?

Get some proper medical attention?

Well...

I suggest you check under your mattress after we leave.

Why is that?

Just do it.

You're not gonna try and kiss me now, are ya?

Captain Brand.

I need to ask you some questions.

Yes, sir.

The gold in the back of the truck.

The initial Intel we had, there should've been a few more.

Did a full sweep of the area.

Couldn't find anything.

Do you know anything about that?

No, sir.

Not a thing.

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