All language subtitles for Behind.Enemy.Lines.Colombia.2009.1080p.WEB-DL.x264

CARTER: Colombia is
the world's second
largest recipient

of U.S. military aid,

receiving approximately
$1 billion a year

for training and equipping
the Colombian armed forces.

The revolutionary
armed forces
of Colombia

are Latin America's
oldest, largest

and best-equipped
guerrilla insurgency.

Known by their
Spanish acronym FARC,

they have waged a cruel,

50-year campaign of terror
against the government

and the people of Colombia.

Their tactics include
bombings, murder,

mortar attacks, kidnapping,

extortion and hijacking.

American soldiers are
frequently deployed

to assist in anti-narcotics
and anti-guerrilla operations,

and the American government
has posted over $70 million
of reward money

for any information leading
to the capture of
FARC leadership.

The Colombian people
frequently take
to the streets

to protest the FARC's
brutal methods

and to call for the
end to the violence

and for the release of
hundreds of hostages.

Although,
with its massive
cocaine revenue,

the FARC has been able
to equip its army

with the most modern weapons
of any terrorist organization
in the world.

We have movement
on Lago.

GREG ON RADIO:
Principal acquired.

Flashpoint Bravo,
what is your count?

We are minus two.
Three minutes
to full count.

Flashpoint Charlie,
slow him down.

I got him, but if
I engage now, this
thing blows wide open.

No choice, Charlie.
Move for intercept.

Copy that, Alpha.

Abort, Charlie,
abort!

(INAUDIBLE)

First rule of engagement,
always know your target.

All right, Charlie,
that's gonna take
him five.

Proceed to
jump point.

Bang!
ALL: Surprise!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(IN ELDERLY MAN'S VOICE)
Hey, special delivery
for that old bastard.

CARTER: We got you
something else.

Where is she?

(ALL WHOOPING)

(MEN WHISTLING)

God bless America.

(FAST MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRLS WHOOPING)

GIRL 1: Yeah, baby.

(ALL CHEERING)

Very nice.
Very nice.

COMPUTER-GENERATED VOICE:
* For he's a jolly good fellow

* For he's a jolly good fellow

* For he's a jolly good fellow

(DISTORTED)
* Which nobody can deny

* Which nobody can deny
Which nobody can deny *

That wasn't supposed
to happen.
STEVE: Again?

Derricks, what the
hell is wrong with
you, man?

Don't get hot about
it, all right?

Least the brew is cold.

(ALL CHEER)

KEVIN: Cheers.

STEVE: That's
a small drink.

One more thing!
KEVIN: All right.

In order to maintain
the element of surprise

when surveilling
from a tall structure,

make sure to watch
your shadow-throw

so as not to reveal
your position.

(ALL LAUGH MOCKINGLY)

(TOMAS SPEAKING SPANISH)

(ALVARO SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MARIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(PLAYING FLUTE)

(PLAYING FLUTE)

(MARIA CHEERING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Tomas? Tomas!

(BOTH CHATTERING)

(TOMAS EXCLAIMING)

(CAR ALARM BEEPING)

Maria!

(MOURNFUL SPANISH
MUSIC PLAYING)

(PRAYING IN SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Good morning, sir.
Morning.

Still got you
at the desk,
Commander?

Fastest way to kill
a SEAL is give him
some pencils to push.

I'd rather be pinned down
in a fire fight any day.

Some of us are
just born to it.

Let's get out of
this prison cell.

What do you know
about Colombia?

Specifically the FARC?

Revolutionary Armed
Forces of Colombia?

The most powerful,
most dangerous

Communist guerrilla
force on the planet.

They've territorial
control of almost
half the country.

Been at war with the
Colombian government
for 40 years.

NSA intel has the FARC
responsible for this.

They kill about 3,000
Colombians a year.

They stay funded
by protecting

the cartel
drug operations
down there.

Right.
People up here
buy their drugs,

and that money
keeps these guys in
bullets and body bags.

Exactly.

So what's the op?

Operation Ghost Watch.
Strictly recon.

NSA Keyhole
picked this up

in the deep
jungle outside
of Puerto Limon.

It's about 150 klicks
south of Bogota.

Now, this...

One month ago.

This, yesterday.

(WHISTLES)

Roughly triple the
under-roof capacity.

So these guys are either
storing up the coke
for a long winter,

or prepping for a serious
rumble in the jungle.

Exactly. Our job is
to find out which.

We got it on
good intel,

something major
is going down
tomorrow morning.

We're gonna ghost in,
see what's what.

Go in with
cameras rolling,
get it all on tape.

Wait, wait, wait.
You say tomorrow
morning?

Yeah. That's right.
We're running this
op in the daylight.

We're all for
catching some
rays, LT,

but that's coloring
way outside the lines.

Got no choice.

They want eyes
on the action.
Not before. Not after.

Questions?
Yeah.

What about the Colombians?
We're not jointing with them?

Negative.

FARC's got too many
hooks in with the
National Army,

and a lot of ops already
have been blown because
of tip offs,

which is why we're gonna
mission-plan in the air

and helo into
the Rio Ariari.

Should be fun.

Wheels-up 1700 hours.

Yeah.
Yes.

Sir, given the extreme
sensitivity of
this mission,

I believe it is
my sworn duty to
respectfully inform you

that you are now
much too ancient

to effectively
lead this team
behind enemy lines.

My ancient memory
recalls something about

me almost tackling
you to get you from

ringing that bell
at the end of BUD/S
training.

Okay?
Who's dragged you out of
half a dozen bar fights?

That would be you.

Who's got your
back 24/7?

Who makes sure
that you come home
alive all the time?

That would be you.

You're damn skippy.

See you guys
on the tarmac.

STEVE: Copy that, LT.

New intel says that
it might be a meet

between FARC
and Colombian
sympathizers.

Now, you
have evac here,
20 klicks east.

Safe location and
DEA contact here
if you need it.

Now keep in mind, FARC's
not just some hillbilly
rebel insurgency.

They don't play.

Every year we pump
half a billion bucks

of military aid
into the region,

and the guerrillas
are still coming.

They are heavily armed
and well trained,

and we're playing
in their sandbox.

Stay frosty
and get ready.

PILOT ON RADIO:
We are entering drop zone.

Word is,
Ghost Watch is a go.

Stay on your triggers
and watch your back.

I'll see you
at happy hour.

The only easy day...

Was yesterday!
ALL: Was yesterday!

(ALL EXCLAIM)

PILOT: Green light.
Green light.

Give it some!

Prepare to release.

Now!

(WHISPERING)
Stingray Alpha,
rally point Bravo.

Careful with these
vid packs. Had to
sign for these babies.

Vid on.

Weapons hot.

Commander, Stingray
insertion is green,
en route to target.

BOYTANO: Let me know
when you have visual.

OP-TECH: Yes, sir.

JENNINGS:
Hi, Commander.

Like what we did
with the place? Used
to be a radio station.

Works for me.

Nicole Jennings, U.S.
Embassy liaison.

Visuals coming
up now, sir.

JENNINGS: Your boys
better stay invisible.

The Colombian government
catches wind of

this unauthorized
operation on their soil,

and you will devastate
our anti-drug relations.

CIA pulled up a name,
Carlos Rivera.

But they think
he's been bought
by the FARC.

He set up the factory
bombings in Bogota.

And he's got a handler,
code name Apotequil.

KEVIN: Nothing blowing.

Switching to spectra.

Got something.

About 10 meters out,
1 o'clock.

SEAN: Looks like
they're paranoid.
Stay alert.

STEVE: Magnetic AT-12 mine,
Cuban-made.

It's old.

SEAN: Do the job.

STEVE: They're not
messing around.

Rendered it inop.
Repeat. Repeat.

Inop.

OP-TECH: Stingray's
in the objective
perimeter, sir.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Looks like we're losing
the satellite, sir.

Get it back.

OP-TECH: Working
on it, sir. Trying
to get another bird.

Find someone
with another sat.

SEAN: Turn starboard.

We're ghosts here, boys,
spirits of this jungle.
You copy?

This is it. I want
overwatch in five.

I'm on it.

Spectra is on
and recording.

SEAN: All right.
We eyeball what they
got in their cookie jar,

we catch it on tape,
make it back in time for
two-for-one beers, on me.

Stingray Delta.
Ready to move.
How's the neighborhood?

Quiet streets,
good schools,
no nosy neighbors.

Switching to EM.

Clear on cams,
no infrared trip-lines,
no motion sensors.

Going to thermal.

We've got
25 sparks inside,
fairly clustered.

All the guards
have two-ways,
RF short range.

Copy that.

Door is open.
Alpha advancing.

See you around the
punch bowl, boys.

GREG: Stingray Echo,
hold your position.
Bogey in truck.

Stingray Echo, watch
your six, you don't
wanna get splashed.

(ZIPPING PANTS)

He's wearing Colombian
Army fatigues.

The Colombians
are compromised.
Let's go.

Tango-niner,
I'm looking at MREs.

Great for waging
war on your stomach.

Nothing suspicious.

Affirmative. FARC soldier
at Tango-one. Something
feels off about all this.

Delta, what's the count?

Twenty-five spark hits.
Fairly clustered.

Taking a look.
Wait, one sec.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

SEAN ON RADIO:
Looks like we got big fish.

Some kind of
peace conference

between FARC and
the Colombian Army.

Looks like we just walked
into the history books, boys.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Tango-six, fuel depot.
Diesel, maybe
1,500 gallons.

No munitions.
No nothing.

(SOLDIER 1 SHOUTING)

Thermals moving in
from the jungle.

Twenty or more,
carrying heavy. Get
the hell out of there!

(CHEERING IN SPANISH)

(GUNSHOTS)

SEAN: Back to insert. Move!

SOLDIER 2: No!

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(SOLDIER WHIMPERING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

STEVE: Clear! Cover me!

GREG: LT, on your right.

Delta, left flank.

KEVIN ON RADIO:
Cover me! I'm moving.

GREG: Road's clear. Quick!

Kevin, watch your back.

SEAN: Carter, diversion.

Grenade!

(SOLDIER SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)

Overwatch taking fire.
Overwatch taking fire.

(GREG EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)

SEAN: Now on wheels.

STEVE: Lower defense.
Watch my state.

(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)

I'm hit.

(HEART BEATING)

SEAN: Give him some cover.

Let's go! Let's go!

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(SCREAMS)

Move out! Come on!

SEAN: Carter,
give me a hand.

CARTER: Guys, fall back.

Fall back, fall back.

SEAN: Go, go, go!

Come on.
Get him to the boat.

CARTER: He's not breathing.

SEAN: Move, move,
move, move, move.

Who are these assholes?

SEAN: Must've been
here the whole time.

Knew exactly
how far to lay back
and not be detected.

Overwatch,
overwatch,
come in.

Greg, do you copy?
What was his last?

Taking fire.
FUBAR, man.

That was some
really great intel
on this shitstorm.

You know, if they got
Greg, they knew
we were coming.

It's time to
leave. Now.

(GUNSHOTS)

Ambush! Ambush!
Take cover!
Take cover!

We're naked out here!
Take it back to
the jungle.

KEVIN: Carter! Go!

Now! I'm coming!

(GRUNTS)

SEAN: Stay down.
CARTER: It's no good!
It's no good!

We're not
leaving him here!

We have to go.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Goddamn setup, man.
We walked right
into an ambush.

Those guys got skills.

I'm thinking AFEUR,
Colombian Special
Forces.

Our own Green Berets
trained those sons
of bitches.

Something
didn't feel right.
I should've seen it.

Bro, look at me.
What's our next play?

(GRUNTING)

(NECK SNAPPING)

We got com.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SOLDIER CHATTERING
IN SPANISH ON RADIO)

One of ours is
still breathing.

They're moving him
to Villavicencio.

What are you thinking?

I figure we get our boy.
Get some payback.

That's definitely not
standard operating
procedure, LT.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)

They got two jeeps,
one truck.

King shit sitting up
front in the Hummer.

Oh, just say the word.
I'll put one through
his right eye.

I got an idea.

Go.

We need a phone.

All right.
This village here.

Should make it there
in a full day,
if we haul ass.

We need to stay
close to Kevin.

Yup.

They're gonna have
teams out tracking us.

Yeah. Well, we'd be
out of work if this
shit was easy.

Let's move.

Anything?

They've missed
two com checks now.

Did you ping
their sat phone?

Monitor their ground
coms? Something?

Sorry, sir.
No bounce-back.

All coms have
been down now
for eight hours.

Call NSA, DEA,
anyone who's got
a sat overhead.

I wanna know what's
going on down there.

I just got off
the phone with our
embassy in Bogota.

There's word
of an incident.

What are you
talking about?

Sources are calling it
an unauthorized incursion
of U.S. military forces.

The story is
still developing,
but there is a claim

that the incident involves
the assassination of
high level officials

of both the FARC
and the Colombian Army.

Holy shit.

SEAN: There's
a phone line.

(GOAT BLEATING)

Runs right through
the center of town.

Hold down the fort.
I gotcha.

Reach out and
touch someone.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

LT, take cover.
Bogey at 2 o'clock.

Spotted it.

Stay down.
Stay down.
Please.

(WOMAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

Go, go, go.

(TRUCK APPROACHING)

Hey, we got wheels at
12 o'clock. Let's go.

And apparently
that was rush hour.

(PHONE DIALING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Sir, you got a call
here. It's collect.

What?

Hello?

SEAN: Deep Blue,
authenticate.

Sierra Niner Foxtrot
Romeo 1-4-7.

Alpha Stingray,
this is Deep Blue
authenticating,

countersign
Lima 3 Whiskey 1-7.

Stingray, sitrep.

SEAN: We were engaged.

Say again, we were engaged.
They were waiting for us.

Guerrillas took
out some kind of
secret peace talk

between FARC and
the Colombian Army.

I need a secure line
to the Ambassador.

OP-TECH: Yes, ma'am.

Take me off speaker.
Now.

Stingray, what
is your count?

Minus two. One capture.

Sir, these were AFEUR,
Colombian Special Forces.

Stingray,
confirm your last.
Minus two. One POW.

Affirm.

Proceed to LZ for
emergency exfil.

Negative.
We have a location
on our captured asset.

Not going to happen.
We reassess and
mission-plan a rescue.

I'm not leaving
him behind!

You make sure your ass
is on that chopper.

We'll get our boy back.
We'll do it the right way.

I lost two men!

We lost two men,
and I'm not gonna
lose two more.

You hear me, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Proceed to emergency
evac coordinates.
Rendezvous at 1300.

This is Deep Blue, out.

Son of a bitch!

Get me General Burlings.
Son of a bitch.

Your call, LT.

We follow orders.

I knew you were
gonna say that.

Let's do it.

(MEN CHATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

KEVIN: What's going on?

Making you a star.

(GRUNTS)

Smile for the camera.

(EXHALES)

You and your friends
made quite a mess.

So who sent you here?

I'm looking for
Colombian chicks.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Commander,
we've tasked a sat.

Good.

Bring up the evac LZ.

Go thermal.

Move your asses.

Where's Swordfish?

OP-TECH: Swordfish,
time to contact?

This is Swordfish,
roger that. Ninety
seconds inbound.

Here! Come on!

We got them.
We got them.

We have a problem.

Not now.

PILOT: Daisy Forge,
say again your last,
over.

MAN: You are ordered
out of Colombian airspace
immediately without pick-up.

What?

But we have them on sight.
They're right here.

MAN: Do not land.
Return to base.
What are you waiting for?

MAN: I repeat.
Abort. Do not land.
Return to base.

God damn it.

Come on!

What the hell is going on?
Why aren't they landing?

They've just been
ordered not to.

From who?
The Colombian Army.

Commander,
we've got vehicles
moving into the area.

LT, we got company.

Turn left! Turn left!

That was close. Yee-haw!

Pedal to the
metal, Carter.

You best talk fast.

Your men have
been declared
war criminals.

When the hell did
Colombians get into
our chain of command?

Who ordered
the exfil abort?
Washington.

What?
They want this handled

through diplomatic
channels.

We can't afford to
start swapping bullets
with an ally of the U.S.

REPORTER: FARC leaders
have vowed to increase
their terror campaign

against the U.S.-controlled
puppet government
of Colombia.

This is insane. This
footage is from our
own vid packs!

REPORTER:
The Colombian government
has issued a statement

condemning the actions
of the U.S. military,

and is calling for
an immediate withdrawal

of all U.S. armed forces
of the region.

They've also released
this video of a captured
American serviceman.

It seems talk of peace
regarding Colombia's 40
years of internal strife

is now all but history.

Holy God,
this has gone tits-up.

Commander, your men
have lost control.

No. I know my men.
This is wrong.

This is not right.
They've been set up.

Carl Dobb, CIA.

Commander, you are
ordered to stand
down immediately.

I still have men
in the field.

This is no longer
a military operation.

Listen up, people.

This is a high
priority situation,
I have full NSA authority.

Are there any questions?

(DOOR OPENING)

ALVARO: I'm sorry.

I can't untie you.

You Navy SEALs
don't know when
to give up.

Who are you? FARC?

No.

Colombian Army?

The FARC killed
my wife and my son.

Colombian Army was
also at that meet.

You murdered
your own countrymen.

Anyone who wishes
to make peace

with those monsters are
no countrymen of mine.

They are traitors.

(ALVARO SIGHING)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(DOG BARKING)

Think it's empty.
I'll secure the site.

Everyone went home
for the night.

This is awesome.
It's like junior
high all over again.

So, why didn't
they pick us up?

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON TV)

It's the Colombian President.

He looks pissed.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He's calling us assassins.
An American military
hit squad

sent to derail
the peace talks

between FARC and
the Colombian
government.

Assassins?

That's not even
off our vid packs.

Yeah, somebody
wanted that peace
summit stopped.

They wanted us to
take the blame for it.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Now he's saying
we did it because
the U.S. believes

that as long as
FARC is a problem,

Colombians will
be dependent
upon us for aid,

and therefore will remain
America's puppet.

No, no, no, no.
We saw the guys
that ambushed us.

The Colombian Army
hit its own peace
talks. Why?

(FEMALE REPORTER
SPEAKING SPANISH)

First, we get Kevin.

I agree.

They're only gonna
keep him alive for
a few more photo ops.

Check the radio.

I'm on it.

Got static. We're
too far out of range.

We're gonna need a trace,
and we're gonna need wheels.

(SCOFFS)

Maserati, Ferrari?
What do you want?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait! This guy...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He is the one I
saw doing most
of the talking

before the bullets
started flying.

Okay. Who is he?

He's a witness.

REPORTER ON TV: Protesters
have been throwing firebombs

at the American Embassy,

shouting
"U.S. out of Colombia."

Look, I'm sorry
about your men.

I need the CIA intel
on Rivera and this
Apotequil character.

I wanna know who
sent my men into
a meat grinder.

Don't know if
I can do that.

You and I both know
that if the Colombians
get a hold of my men,

there'll be no
handling it through
diplomatic channels.

The Colombians are
an ally of the U.S.

They will say
my men resisted.

They will say there
was a fire fight.

It will be an execution.

Okay. Okay.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Boytano.

SEAN: Hey, I had to
call your wife to
get your number.

You okay?
What's your status?

Well, we've got everybody
in Colombia on our ass.

You know
we didn't do this.

BOYTANO: You're being
hung out to dry.

The Company's
calling the shots,
trying to save face.

You know, there was
a general. He survived.

He can confirm
we're not the shooters.

Yeah, well,
he's not talking.

The Colombians
are calling it
an act of war.

The FARC has
gone apeshit.

They're burning down
entire villages.

SEAN: Yeah, great job on
the extraction, by the way.

Washington...

Washington wants
to talk this out.
They want you to surrender.

Is that what you want?

(WHISPERING)
What do you need?

I need a trace on
a radio frequency
in Villavicencio.

What are the numbers?

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

Cluster of radio signals,
118 degrees, four minutes,
six seconds east.

Twenty-four, twenty-six,
forty-six north.

Traded my last
favor for that.
Get our man out alive.

God, this building's poured
concrete. I can't get
any heat signatures.

We're gonna have
to go in blind.

It's a tactical
nightmare.

Hostile count?

Principal's location
unknown.

Trident.

CARTER: It's our boy.

All right, I got this.
Two guards on the roof.
Two on the ground.

We're gonna need
a big show.

Give me two minutes.

I'll be there for you.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(DOOR OPENING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Where's my gear?

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

SEAN: Get down!

Goddamn, am I
happy to see you.

For the record, I'm only
here 'cause you owe
Carter ten bucks.

KEVIN: Stop at the
ATM on the way out.

SEAN: Let's go!

The gate,
it's locked!

Grenade!
Get out of here!

CARTER:
Meter's running, boys.

KEVIN: What took
you guys so long?

This thing
got seat belts?

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

Sure you're
all right?

Bastards made me
eat McDonald.

What the hell are
you guys still
doing here?

Carter will fill you in.
We need fresh wheels.

Where are you going?

See a sick friend.

(WOMAN CHATTERING
IN SPANISH ON PA)

Carlos?

Shut your mouth.

'Cause you and me,
we're gonna have
a little talk.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Okay.

What do you want?

I was there.
I saw what
happened.

And I know that you
know we weren't
the shooters.

You understand me?

Understand.
I understand.

I am sorry about
what happened
to your people.

(EXHALES)

But your government's
blaming us.

They're calling
us assassins.

Yeah, well, I cannot
contradict them.

Why not?

Americans are
not very popular
in Latin America.

There are people in my
government who want
to see the U.S. out,

completely out
of South America.

Then we need to do
something about that.
Who were the shooters?

Their uniforms
had no markings.
I didn't recognize anyone.

You know they
weren't American.

We were set up,
and you have to
tell the media that.

I saw the news report.
They say you were
the only survivor.

You're a national
hero to them.

No.

The government
will discredit me
and call me a liar.

And then they'll shoot
me for treason. No.

No, it's too late.

Wait...

Wait.

Unless you have proof.

I'm gonna give
you a number.

You find anything,
you call me.

It's the only thing
that can stop this.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

God, this car smells
like boiled ass.

Hey, sorry.

Okay, it was the only
thing I could find

that didn't have
goats, chickens,

or people sleeping
in the back, okay.

So, did you and
the general solve our
little problem there, LT?

His hands are tied
unless we can get
him solid proof.

Kevin, tell him
what you told me.

The guy in charge's
name is Alvaro.
Real intense.

Said his family was
killed by the rebels.

There's not a chance
in hell this guy wants
to make peace with FARC.

Anything else?

Got a guard to spit
out the location
of our gear,

along with
a few of his teeth.

I was gonna grab
the sat phone

as soon as I blew
out of that joint.

And that'd be
a great idea,

except for the fact
that the bastards
fragged our phone.

Right.

Our vid packs.

Yeah, the vid packs.
Maybe we've got these
assholes on tape.

Proof.

Let's get
our gear.

10-4.

This is a major
shitstorm.

Colombia's ordered
our military and
diplomatic personnel

out of the country.

My priority's my men.

(WHISPERING)
The intel about the base

was leaked through
the CIA through Rivera.

He was the only source.

Son of a bitch.

Dobb.

You and your Langley gang
got played by your source.

We need to stop
this madness
right now.

We are. We're putting
together a scenario
linking your men

to a rogue arm of the
Ruiz-Mendoza Cartel.

What?
You can't do that.

This puts their actions
outside of any political
agenda.

Operating on
their own.

Bought and paid for
with Colombian
drug money.

You're not gonna burn
those SEALs' reputations!

Those men have families.
They fought and
died for us.

Their sacrifices will
not go unnoticed,
just unsaid.

Not by me. Your lousy
intel put my men in
this FUBAR situation,

and I'm gonna
get them out.

You will do exactly
what you're told,
soldier.

Unless you want
to be reassigned to
a cell in Leavenworth.

It's Commander,
and I'd advise
you to back off.

So, Kevin, let me ask you,
that fence is wired and hot

and you were gonna
break into there?

When the guy
said barn,

I thought barn.
Cows, chickens.

Open space.
Cheap, easy to secure.

CARTER: Buildings look
old, but they've had some
high-security retrofitting.

Think you can get
us in the doors?

No problem.

They get all their
security tech
protocols from us.

Wait a minute.

The well.

Yeah? What about it?

This water tower,
that well, got to
be connected, right?

Some kind of pipe.

Would be a hell
of a thing.

No way.

No way.

All the air we've got.

He doesn't have
enough air.

Hypothermia will
get him before
his air runs out.

That is if he doesn't
get strangled first
by the root of a tree.

Right. You know what?
You guys suck as
cheerleaders.

You're right.
Blast our way in,

fight a battalion.
It could work.

The only easy day...

Was yesterday.
ALL: Was yesterday.

Yeah.

Push the car.
Don't start it.
I'll go this way.

Come on, come on.

(GRUNTING)

Got anything?

Nada.

I hate to say this, amigo,

we need to start
thinking Plan B.

(WHISPERING)
He's still kicking.
I know it.

(GASPING)

Come on, come on.

Son of a bitch.
He made it.

He made it.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Get ready.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(ALARM WAILING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING
SPANISH OVER RADIO)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

CARTER: You don't think
they'll mind if we crash
the party, do you?

(MACHINE RESTARTS)

(ALARM STOPS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Got this from
the security guard.

Good to see you.
Yeah.

Let's do this.

They didn't bother to change
the factory pass-code.

(ALARM BLARING)

KEVIN: Here's our gear.

SEAN: Triggered
the alarm.

Carter, you've
got security.
Watch that door.

Kill that alarm.

CARTER: All right,
find those vid packs.

KEVIN: Got them.

CARTER: Good. Check them.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS) Nothing here.
What do you mean?

Nothing. Damn gausser
must have wiped them all.

SEAN: What do you mean,
we've got nothing?

KEVIN: Nothing.
Damn it!

Boys, we got company.
I got the door.

Carter, smoke, ammo.

Got it!

(JEEP HONKING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Damn it.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

SEAN: Let's rock and roll.

KEVIN: All good.
I'm right behind you.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

Kevin, let's go.

Fall back to the car.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

KEVIN: We need help.

SEAN: Pop a smoke.

We're in some real
pretty shit now.

SEAN: Damn it, they
got here fast.

Hoof it or drive?

We'll never lose them.
Probably got a helo
on the way.

Holy shit.
You're right.

Okay. How much
smoke we got left?

I got four.

CARTER: I got two.

SEAN: That'll do.

I'm gonna need
some cover.

KEVIN: Got it.

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

Rock and roll!

Whoo-hoo!
That shit worked.

SEAN: Go.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

BOYTANO ON RADIO: Yeah.

Commander, we took
our shot. We tried
recovering the vid packs.

We came up empty.

BOYTANO: What's your
play, Lieutenant?

Play? We can't
come home.

Well, how about we
go back downrange

and get ours before
they get us?

How about that?
That an idea?

That's a one-way mission,
and you know it.

What's your situation
like there?

FARC has started
their attacks.

They bombed a school bus,
killed 12 kids.

The Pentagon's projecting
civilian casualties to be

a quarter million in
the first three months.

Maybe it's time we
get our pound of flesh.

Look, we still have time
to make this right.

I want you to go back
over the mission
in your head.

Everything you heard,
everything you saw,

every branch snap,
every bullet hit.

SEAN: Why, what's the point?

Because I trained
you, Sean.

And I sure as hell
didn't train you
to give up.

The bogus intel on
the Venezuelan alliance

came from Carlos Rivera,
Colombian national,

and a handler,
code name Apotequil.

Rivera was
responsible for the
bombings in Bogota.

And I don't know how...
Commander!

But they're tied
into all this.

Do what you can,
but do it smart.

May I see
your phone?

I could give it to you,

but you'd need
a proctologist to
read my text messages.

Consider yourself
relieved of duty.

You don't have
the authority
to relieve me.

Actually, Commander, I do.

What now?

I still got a few
cards to play.

Thanks.

All right.
Shut it down.

All right.
Mission walkthrough.

We split up
in the jungle.

Greg had the overwatch.

Greg radioed in
starter positions.

SEAN: Right.

CARTER: Greg saw the
black hats coming.

SEAN: Greg was
watching the base
through the Spectra.

CARTER: Yeah?

Which wasn't with our gear
in the barn, right?

No. It wasn't.

God, it could
still be out there.

Yeah. Would've
got everything. Our
position, the bad guys.

Yeah.
Gear up.

(DIALING PHONE)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

I have proof.

Are you absolutely sure?

Everything the world
needs to know, to know
that we didn't do it.

Okay. Excellent.
Where can we meet?

Puerto Limon, 1700 hours.

Okay, I will be there,

and I pray that what
you say is correct.
For if not,

tomorrow will the
bloodiest day in the
history of my country.

Lucky for us,
we still have today.

Keep looking,
it's got to be here.

Gotcha. Attagirl.

KEVIN: Yes.

This clears us.

When's the
General due?

(SIGHING) One hour.

Shit.
Wait a minute, guys.

What?
Down there.

Son of a bitch.
How did these
bastards find us?

LT, we're against
the mountain here,

and the only way out
of here is through them.

I'm getting too
old for this shit.

This guy stops a war.
Don't lose it.

Great. No pressure.

CARTER: Options?

Thin the herd.
Quiet. No guns.

How did I know you
were gonna say that?

This is who we are,
brother.

For Greg and Steve.

(NECK SNAPPING)

(SOLDIER GRUNTING)

All you Americans
think you're Rambo.

(GUNSHOT)

I prefer John McClane.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

Alvaro! Stop!

(SCREAMING)

Do it. Go on.

Tell your people
the truth.

What about your wife,
your son,

is this what they
would've wanted?
Help me to end this.

Death is all I have left.

Kill me,
or I will kill you.

Stand down, soldier.

General Valez,
Carter?

We've secured
your man.

Where is your proof?

This man's a traitor.
Give him the vid pack.

We have footage of
him killing your
soldiers on that.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Alvaro.

You're working with him?

He works for me.
I'm his commanding
officer.

What?

When I was a little boy,
the guerrillas cut
my father's throat,

and they made me watch.

That's why I
became a soldier,
to hunt them down.

What about your
talk of peace,

those innocent
men you killed?

They were your allies.

They sacrificed
for Colombia.
They are heroes.

The bogus intel on
the peace talks, and
my men... You set us up!

Alvaro, kill him.

Rivera.
Videotape the bodies.

Make it look like
they tried to bomb
the base.

Rivera, Carlos Rivera.
The factory bombings
of Bogota.

It wasn't FARC.
It was you.

That is a lie.
Kill him, Alvaro.

No, no. Rivera has a
handler, his code name
is Apotequil.

Apotequil.

You?

My wife.

My son.

They died heroes
for Colombia.

Their sacrifice
brought us together.

You killed them.

No. America killed them.

The guerrillas killed them.
But now we will win.

We will crush the
guerrillas and we will
kick the Americans out,

and Colombia will
belong to us again.

Alvaro, I will lead
us into a new era.

Two lives? What is that
compared to the destiny
of our country?

(GUNSHOT)

You are no soldier.
You die a traitor
to Colombia.

He betrayed
our country.

He betrayed us all.

This is so wrong.

Then make it right.

BOYTANO: "There is a special
breed of warrior ready to
answer our nation's call,

"a common man
with uncommon
desire to succeed.

"Forged by adversity,
he stands alongside

"America's finest
special operations forces

"to serve his country,
the American people,

"and protect
their way of life.

(MARSHALING)

"I am that man." SEAL creed.