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- What?

- 1 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
1 don't know your team.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means that the guidance
chips in this case'II

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, 1 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.

1 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 come, 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 cams unit
in that Humvee over there.

What about these guys?

- We keep quiet.

We make the call.

Then 1 say
we just fucking km '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.

1 tom 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.

- 0h,
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.

- We“, 1 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?
- 1 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.

- 1 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 1 certain“, 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.

- We“, 1 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?

- 1 have got to meet this guy.

- Johnson, are you receiving?
Over.

What?

- 1 see movement.

- 1 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,
1 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.

- 1 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?

- 1 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.

- 1 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.

1 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?

- 1 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.

- 1 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...

1 suggest you check under
your mattress after we have.

- 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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