Original subtitles

Widow 12, Foxtrot 217

Nothing seen, we are RTB and Bingo

[OVER RADIO] Foxtrot 217, Widow 12 all copied.

[OVER RADIO] Safe trip home. Contact Zeus for routing.

Foxtrot 217 switching Zeus.

Johnson, let base know we are inbound, ETA minute 25.

I'll tell them to put the kettle on.

Make mine a pint

Missile launch!

9 o’clock!

Brake right.

Flares, flares!

[Radio alarm sound]

Thanks Mum

Dream of flying

I've lost power.

I can't hold her.

We're losing altitude.

Eject! EJECT!

[AFGHAN] Let's go!

Sinclair. It’s me.

You’re okay.

[AFGHAN] Don’t move!

[AFGHAN] You idiots, we want them alive!

[AFGHAN] You shot her, you go check her out

Sorry...

...for the inconvenience.

Mayday Mayday, this is Foxtrot 217,

does anybody copy, over?

Mayday, Mayday, this is Foxtrot 217.

Do you copy?

This is Foxtrot 217 transmitting in the blind.

My aircraft is down, my WSO is dead, the crash site is hot.

Repeat, the crash site is hot.

I can’t stay here.

Initiating evasion plan. Out.

[AFGHAN] Malik, are you ok?

[AFGHAN] Use the RPG!

[AFGHAN] Malik, fire!

Fuck that!

[AFGHAN] You can’t hide in there forever!

[AFGHAN] Surrender and we'll spare your life

Oh Fuck

[AFGHAN] Come and dig

[AFGHAN] Come on, she's hiding

[AFGHAN] Through here. Where is she?

[AFGHAN] Long way down...

[AFGHAN] You go first

[AFGHAN] What is this place?

[AFGHAN] Spread out, she must be down here

[AFGHAN]

[AFGHAN] It looks like they left in a hurry...

[AFGHAN] This place is cursed.

[AFGHAN]

[AFGHAN] Nowhere left to run

[AFGHAN] Surrender and we will show you mercy!

[AFGHAN]

[AFGHAN] Oh, god!

[AFGHAN] Ali.

[AFGHAN]

[AFGHAN] Where is she?!

[AFGHAN] She's in the drains!

[AFGHAN] Spread out and find her!

[AFGHAN] You stay here.

[AFGHAN] ...make sure she doesn't double-back!

[AFGHAN] Don't move!

[AFGHAN] You're a lot of trouble.

[AFGHAN] She's here, I've got her.

[AFGHAN] Malik! Malik! The Devil is here!

Fuck! Did you see that?

Look alive people. Possible target on our 12.

Everett, get on the Deuce. Serano, hit the lights.

For fuck's sake... Friendly!

Is that a woman?

Calm down Casanova. Corporal go check her out.

Serrano take the back. Everett eyes open.

On it Sarge.

Look where you’re going, you morons!

Show us your hands!

Do I look like a fucking insurgent?

Gun.

We're not safe here.

Tell me about it.

We have to go.

Quicker we get this done, quicker we get out of here.

You have to listen to me...

Identify yourself.

Flight Lieutenant Sinclair, Royal Air Force.

She checks out!

Our missing pilot

You're goddam lucky we found you out here

Hey, that's mine. Back off!

Lafayette, take it easy.

She's clear.

Are you deaf or just fucking dumb? We can’t stay here!

- Serano? - I got nothing.

Take a breath Captain. We’ve got you..

We located the crash site...

...and found your WSO along with four enemy KIA.

We got you to thank for that?

I can’t take all the credit.

Johnson bagged one of them saving my life.

Well, you did good getting this far.

We’d just about given up on you.

Come on.

Good job that you didn’t.

Do I have a story to tell you.

Alright, alright,

Serano get her in the vehicle. We’ll patch her up on the way.

Lafayette, let's go.

Welcome to 2nd Ranger battalion Forward Operations Base, Camp Cooper.

Did anyone contact my CO? They need to get word to my family.

Soon as you were picked up. Your family know you’re safe.

We should let the Doc take a look at that wound.

After I talk to your CO.

Captain, we’re all a little mad here.

Hell, you'd have to be crazy not to be.

A lot’s happened in the past 24 hrs.

This place has gone from a ghost town to slap-bang

in the middle of the biggest Insurgent mobilization the...

...sector has seen in years.

Shooting down your aircraft was just the opening salvo.

Sir, I've flown 28 combat missions in 3 tours

and yesterday I was shot down, crashed in the desert and hunted by men

that wanted to cut my head off and post it on Youtube.

But none of that scared me half as much as what I saw in that bunker.

Captain, I don't doubt your credentials

but given the present situation, the safety of my men is paramount.

Now, this place may not look like much.

But despite appearances I like to run a...

...tight ship.

Patrol's, coming in!

Now we were winding-down operations here

But now, this new insurgency requires...

...the full extent of what little resources I have.

Everything else takes a back seat.

Cheers.

After what I saw last night...

...I’d say Insurgents are the least of your worries.

Listen, I get it.

The violence they're capable of, the terror.

It's easy to see them as monsters, but they're just men.

This was no fucking man. Sir.

I saw it rip a man's face from his skull.

It had claws the size of a grizzly bear...

- Major. - Sergeant.

Our British friends picked up a Terry on patrol.

Could be one of the group that brought down the Captain’s aircraft.

Thank you Sergeant.

Let’s see what we can get out of him.

Oh, they didn't happen to...

...come across any secret Russian bunkers, did they?

Sir?

It's there.

I can take you right to it.

Captain, what combat experience have you had?

Well, I made it this far.

I've seen her handiwork, Sir. I can vouch for her.

Cool your heels, Sergeant.

Ain't nobody going no place.

Sir, if you’re not prepared to take this threat seriously...

...then do me a favour and get me on the first ride out.

I wish I could, believe me.

We already evac’d all non-essentials...

...and they won’t send another bird until things cool off.

So until then, you remain our guest.

...and this microfilm camera here

...this stays with me until Army Intel get eyes on it.

That is all Captain.

Now, go see Doc Wilks and get that wound seen to.

Sir, I'd like to go check it out -

Dismissed Sergeant.

Hey!

What’s up?

I want my locket.

I don't know what you -

Give me my fucking locket!

Alright girl, let's go.

Whoa! Whoa! Ladies - hey take it easy.

Lafayette, hand it over.

Sarge, I don't...

Just give it the fuck back!

I was just looking after it...

Bullshit Lafayette. How many times, huh?

Get back to you post.

Whatever.

Guessing you didn't get that out of a Christmas cracker.

Do you think I’ve lost the plot, Sergeant?

I've seen my share of crazy shit.

I fell down the rabbit hole a long time ago, so -

Who am I to judge?

Come on, let's get you over to Wilks.

That Major of yours is quite the character.

Believe it or not, he was a full-bird Colonel until a few years back.

Believe it or not, he was a full-bird Colonel until a few years back.

We were ambushed south of Kandahar.

Deep in Talib country...

...hit us with everything they had.

We got the order to fall back but the Colonel kept pushing forward.

Somewhere in the chaos two men got separated.

Captured and killed.

Brass threw him under the bus, bust him down to Major and...

...sent him here to serve out his time.

Why here?

Well, because this is where they shit-can all...

...the burn-outs, wash-outs and fuck-ups.

Lafayette, as you found out, is a kleptomaniac.

If it’s shiny and expensive, she’ll take it.

Can’t help herself.

Everett, the rookie, had an accidental discharge in barracks.

Shot a guy in the foot.

Serano, knocked up two girls stateside.

Both daughters of an unhappy General.

Wilks

Well, Wilks got hooked on meds, don't worry, he's clean now.

I think.

So I got rescued by the Dirty Half-Dozen.

What's your story?

The two men we lost, were from my unit.

Finch took the heat, but...

it was my fault.

Shit happens on the battlefield.

And in the air...

This is Major Roy Finch

Put me through to Colonel Eugene Harper...

...Military Intelligence, INSCOM.

Colonel Harper, been a while.

Yes Sir.

When you put me in command here, you asked me to report any...

...unusual activity in the sector directly to you.

I suggest you check your email.

I know a bullet wound when I see one.

And this is no fucking bullet wound.

It's going to leave a hell of a scar Lieutenant.

Or is it Leftenant, I can never remember?

You were there.

You saw it too. Why don't you say something?

Don’t waste your breath, I don't think he speaks a word of English.

And don't get too close.

Captain, you got a minute?

I'm not going anywhere.

Hold up there Hookie.

Don’t you know it’s a court martial offense to question a British officer

...without another member of Her Majesty’s Forces present?

It is?

So far as you know.

Captain, Sergeant Oswald Jones.

His patrol stopped by for a cup of tea...

...now we can’t get rid of him.

It’s the Special Relationship and all that bollocks, see.

We provide some intel and they supply us with brew.

No PG Tips mind you, but beggars can’t be choosers.

And besides...

...if the shit’s about to kick off around here...

We'd hate to miss the party.

You lads SAS?

Couldn’t really say...

Heard you had a spot of argy-bargy yourself.

That's one way of putting it.

That was some excellent soldiering, Ma'am...

Not bad for a ‘Jockey’.

You're done. Let's get you up.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

How can I help you?

Something's bugging me.

I know our AO pretty well.

But there’s nothing like this bunker on any satellite images...

...any maps, anywhere.

It would be hard to spot from the air,

but it's there.

And it has been for quite a while.

The door was chained shut with some kind of...

...some kind of writing on it.

Pass me that chart.

There you go.

How d’you do that?

Photographic memory. Don't know what it means, but -

What is that?

It looks like gobbledegook.

It’s Russian.

It means "Do not open”.

Would you look at that,

he speaks Russian.

And English.

Whatever she told you...

It's worse.

Wait a second.

If the bunker is Soviet, then that's got to be 30 years old.

Or more.

Thirty years?

No way a human could live down there for that long.

It's not human.

...you mentioned seeing containers.

Yes and every container had one of those things inside.

It could be some kind of stasis.

What the hell were those Russkie’s doing down there?

Hold your fire!

Jesus Everett!

What kind of white-boy move was that?

You’re gonna get your ass shot off pulling shit like that.

Thought you could use a coffee.

You can bring me all the cups of coffee you want...

it ain't going to get you in my shorts.

It's just a cup of coffee.

Bullshit...

Word is, that pilot we picked up...

saw some weird-ass creature out there...

Are you fucking with me? She’s probably stir crazy.

It’s the heat.

It’s enough to send anyone over the edge.

Back in North Carolina...

...People talk about Bigfoot like he’s real as you and me.

They all crazy too?

Hell yeah!

Evening lads.

How’s it going Taff?

Got a fresh brew on here if you want one.

Champion. What other culinary delights you got in store, Bromhead?

Well, we've got an aperitif of chicken curry...

Followed by chicken curry entrée...

For dessert, chicken curry sorbet with lashings of chicken curry.

Compliments to the chef.

Hughes, you be Mum. Dish up.

Wanna tell us what’s going on then, Taff?

What’s the word on the Jockey, Guv?

Just make sure your kit’s in order.

We're helping on stag tonight.

3 hour shifts.

We expecting trouble?

This is the Regiment, Bromhead...

...we always expect trouble.

...Fuckers.

Patch me through to INSCOM, Colonel Harper's office.

Colonel, Major Finch, did you read the report?

She makes for one hell of a credible witness, don’t you think?

Oh, I have it.

But if you want to get your hands on it...

...you better tell me what the hell is going on here.

So what’s your name?

Kabir

Abdul Rahimi

You shot me down Kabir, and killed my WSO.

No, I didn't.

I’m just a driver.

I don't shoot anything.

I'm not a violent man.

Then you're hanging with the wrong crowd, Kabir.

Why were you with them?

Why?

Do you think I have a choice? Huh?

I must do it to protect my family.

If you are not with them, then you are against them. And this...

This cannot be.

If you ever fancy a real man’s sport, you should have a crack at rugby.

You’d make a decent full back I reckon.

Like the great JPR himself.

JPR?

JPR Williams.

The most fearless player that ever lived.

The kind of man who'd run toward the bulls of Pamplona.

- Jonesy, Serano... - Search.

I was just telling your man here..

...the difference between rugby and football.

American football that is.

A sport in which the foot rarely encounters the ball.

Unlike rugby in which a player is often kicked in the nuts.

Fascinating. Serano, you're up. Go relieve Everett.

'Sarge.

What do you...

What do you make of all this?

Well, I don't know about you...

but I won't be sleeping tonight.

Will you and the boys stick around...

...or go where the storm carries you?

We are the storm, mate.

We'll hang around, see what's occurring.

Past your bedtime, huh, Everett?

Why don't you go get some sleep, huh? I got this.

That's mighty kind of you.

And a... A word of advice.

Don’t try so hard with Lafayette, man.

She’s not the needy type.

And you might want to take a shower.

Asshole.

Dude, seriously man, you could -

What the...

Serano?

Quit screwing around dude.

Fuckin ‘ell Hughes.... What crawled up your arse and died?

He who smelt it dealt it.

He who said the rhyme committed the crime.

I blame your fucking chicken curry mate!

Exept it ain't coming from your direction.

Serano?

Holy shit.

Son-of-a-bitch.

Come on.

Show your-fuckin-selves.

Sod this malarkey...

CONTACT!

It's here.

Contact front! Get to position!

O'Neill. South wall.

Hughes, man the 50 Cal and hold the gate.

Use your infra-red. Go. Go. Go!

On it, Taff.

Lafayette, suppressing fire.

Serano, talk to me.

Serano’s gone. Something fucking took him.

What the fuck are we firing at?

They're fucking huge!

What’s occuring Brommy?

Something’s moving out there, but I don’t know what!

Shit the bed! Sinclair’s bogeymen.

You what, Taff?

Just shoot any fucker that moves!

Peterson, Travis, get to the South wall, support O'Neill.

I don’t want these fuckers getting around back of us.

Lafayette, sit rep.

Multiple unknown targets advancing from the North and West

Bang! Got one in the head.

Aim for the head.

Move away to the way.

The others got out. They must have tracked me.

How can they do that?

Major.

Sergeant, report.

We're under attack, Sir.

How can we be under attack?

I don't hear any incoming fire?

It’s not insurgents, Sir.

They don’t sound like that...

Holy shit...

What are the rules of engagement?

Weapons free, Sergeant. Kill anything that...

- Shrieks! - Copy that.

You still think I’m crazy Lafayette?

I'll cut you some slack.

- Fuck. - Everett!

Son of a bitch.

Man down! Medic!!

Stay here.

Where the fuck is my sidearm?

With the rest of the confiscated weapons in there.

Finch has the key. Sorry. Watch him.

Watch him do what? Watch me?

Command, this is Camp Cooper, we are under attack.

Repeat, we -

We are under attack, come in?

Shit!

Hey, come on now, buddy.

Go, now.

What the flying fuck...

Jones, we need support on the East wall.

Right you are Hookie.

Keep at ‘em boyo!

It's like a Friday night in Cardiff, fucking radgie!

I got no idea what you just said.

Come on you toothy bastards!

You picked the wrong foxhole to fuck with.

I got it.

Fuck. Shit. Come on man.

Fall back now!

You heard the man. Move your arse.

Shit.

Peterson and Travis are down.

Where the fuck is O’Neill?

They’re inside the wire!

Fall back!

Hughes, on me!

Come on!

Move you fucking muppet!

Mad for it you are!

Shit!

Hughes!

Fucking 'ell Brommie, yer head's on fire!

Incoming.

Come on, come on.

You fucking bellend!

Alright me old china, you’re coming with us!

Fucking move.

Shift it, go on.

Shit, Sinclair.

On me. On me.

Bring bomb.

Fall back to the trench.

Come on.

Glad you could make it, Captain.

What’s the plan, Stan?

Park it boyo.

And no playing silly buggers or I'll slot you.

Where the fuck d’they go?

Playing sneaky bastards I reckon.

Alright. Lafayette fall back to the armoury.

Jones, give me some covering fire.

Covering for what?

I'm going for the Major.

Wilks, you're with me.

Fuck's sake.

Fuck?

Sod this for a game of soldiers.

Wind your fucking neck in Brommie and shift it.

Flash-bang!

Batter up, you son-of-a-bitch!

You about done there Major?

Fuck, who’s got the key?

I got a key.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy tiger! Let’s not shoot the ammunition.

I’ve got some prior at this sort of thing.

Just keep those bastards off my back.

Your head is bleeding.

Let it bleed.

Base is compromised. 6 men are down.

We're falling back to the armoury.

Sergeant, take command.

You don't need any dead weight.

Nice speech, now let's go.

Goddamit. Leave me.

Shut up Major, we're getting you back. Come on.

Still got it.

Nice work Brommie.

You gotta be fucking kidding me?

Someone is really taking the piss now!

Come on, get in, get in there.

Here they come.

Go for the kisser, that’s the sweet spot!

Contact!

Corporal, take it out!

Check your fire.

What the fuck...?!

Yeah, go on. Hack its fucking head off.

Smile for the fucking camera!

Move. Move your fucking asses.

Get in the hole.

Get in.

Incoming.

Everybody fall back.

Go! Go! Go!

Lock the fucking door.

Lock it.

Think they’ve had enough?

You wanna to stick your head out and see?

At least we've given them something to think about.

Yeah, take out.

Nothing quite like a kebab in a box to round off the night.

How’s he doing?

Out cold, but he's alive.

What are we going to do, Sarge?

All we can do.

Hang tight, wait for daylight.

See if our odds improve.

Caught this one trying to make a run for it.

Can you blame him?

No.

Still can't trust him though.

He saved my life quick enough.

He had one of those bastards bang to rights.

But he didn’t fire, why’s that?

Why don’t you ask him?

He speaks English.

It's Kabir, isn’t it?

If you got something to tell us...

...now’s the time.

Or would you rather to take your chances out there?

With them?

I wasn’t even born when the Russians invaded my country.

The people of my village said...

...they knew that the invasion was coming...

...because a star had fallen to Earth and shook the ground.

They believed it was a sign from God, to begin our holy war.

So my Mother told me to learn the ways of our enemy.

While my Father fought with the Mujahideen.

By Winter 1988 the Afghan forces had begun to turn the tide.

We had the Stinger missiles and could shoot their aircraft from the sky...

Tell me about it.

For the first time in 9 years there was hope.

But that was when it began.

First one man disappeared.

Then another, and then woman too.

Always at night.

Sometimes we found bodies mauled.

Like a beast attacks its prey.

We thought it was a wolf or a bear.

So my father led the hunt to kill the beast.

But as suddenly as it began, when the Soviets withdrew...

...it ended.

We lost 46 villagers.

Including my father.

He never returned from the hunt.

Serano, Hughes, they’re all gone.

Just blood trails, heading west.

Where they came from.

Why would they take the bodies?

Something un-godly I expect.

Lafayette...

...report.

No movement. Coast is clear Sarge.

Alright...

...keep a lookout.

How you holding up?

You know, nothing a cup of tea and a biscuit wouldn't fix.

Is that British understatement?

My old man used to say, if you don’t want life to bite you in the ass...

...you better learn to kick it in the teeth.

Quite the motivational speaker your Dad.

Oh yes. That's one way to put it.

You got family back home?

No.

I want to but -

kinda hard in this job, you know.

Three tours, I’ve been dodging triple-A without so much as a blink.

This is the first time I'm thinking...

I might not make it home.

Hey!

You better come see this...

It's a heavy son-of-a-bitch.

Lay it down there.

Found it behind the generator.

Only corpse they left behind.

Man, that thing is ripe!

Yeah, ugly bastard too.

Ych-a-fi.

That's a face only a mother could love.

What the hell are we dealing with, Doc?

Like I should know?

You're all we've got.

That's some commendation.

Yeah, send the doctor in, he'll do it.

I need my equipment.

Right.

Oh, yeah!

His teeth are in rows, and retractable.

Like a shark.

He's got thick skin.

Like body armour.

Wow. Tough as Kevlar.

No wonder they're so hard to kill.

So how come it’s melting?

A reaction to the sunlight.

I figured its DNA isn’t used to the same levels of UV we’re accustomed to.

So sunlight hurts it.

Like an albino.

Or a fucking Vampire.

Well let's be honest.

I really need to take a look inside...

Now why would you want to do a thing like that?

We don't have a choice.

What do you need?

Tool kit.

Can someone give me a hand here?

Get in there Brommie. Fill yer boots.

Ah, fuck's sake.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Oh my god...

What’s wrong?

Everything's wrong.

These are human organs.

Nah, you’ve lost me mate.

One minute they aren’t human, and now they are?

Which one is it?

It's both.

I owe you an apology Sinclair.

Army Intelligence...

...has had eyes on this sector for decades.

They’ve long suspected a Soviet Black-site in the mountains near here.

But could never verify it.

Until yesterday.

When you walked right into it and found this.

I don't know what the fuck's on here.

But they figure it’s worth enough to tell me everything they know.

So long as I keep it safe.

It seems the Soviets found a way to integrate...

...foreign DNA into a human host.

Foreign DNA...

You mean like French?

I mean foreign to the Earth.

Is this where we all get killed for knowing too much?

We already know too much.

So don't sweat it.

Shit.

In December'79 an object of unknown origin...

Entered Earth’s atmosphere over Siberia and crashed somewhere in the Hindu Kush.

Not too far from here.

The fallen star...

Yeah.

The Russians sent a team in to investigate and found...

It was a craft of some sort.

... and something was inside of it.

Something the Soviet Government wanted...

...so badly they invaded this country to keep it for themselves.

What are you saying?

The entire Russian invasion of Afghanistan was a smoke screen?

Holy shit. That's big.

The Russians had their own Roswell.

The rabbit hole just gets deeper and deeper...

You said there was more.

How many we talking about?

There’s an army down there.

Last night, they were just probing...

...testing our strength, learning our weaknesses.

Means tonight they'll be back to finish the job.

So why don’t we just load up the Hummer and get the fuck outta here?

Through 70 miles of hostile country?

With the fuel we have left we'd be lucky to make it halfway.

And on foot...

...insurgents will be on us like flies on shit.

Like it or not...

...we’re in this fight.

All of us.

Now my life might not be worth a plug nickel.

But it's my duty to protect yours.

And I swear to you...

When these motherfuckers storm our walls.

I will defend these ramparts.

And I will shed my blood with yours.

And I will hold this position to the last fucking cartridge.

Now let's show these fuckers...

What we're made -

Fuck!

Put down.

That's son of the bitch.

Take the shot!

Take the shot Lafayette!

You will get fucking...

You get him Hookie kick his fucking head in!

Stand clear!

Don't do it!

Hit the deck!

Major...

Major?

How was that for a voluntary discharge.

Finch?

Finch?

Is everybody else okay?

Yah.

Just peachy.

That was some fucked-up shit.

No!

Anybody got a problem with this?

He's alright in my book.

Ah bollocks.

Sat-comms is shot to fuck.

What about the radio in the Hummer?

The antenna was damaged last night.

It works, but doesn't have the range.

Corporal, how we doing on ammo?

Not much.

About 50 rounds for the M4's.

A handful of mags for the sidearms.

3 belts for the 50Cal, and a case of C4.

Shit.

I've seen more firepower at a Saudi wedding.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Still on planet Earth?

I'm okay...

That was pretty fucking sick!

It tried to suck your brains out.

Not just my brains...

My thoughts, like it was draining my mind.

To learn the ways of their enemy.

We still have one more trick up our sleeve...

Which is?

I know where they live.

Kabir... you’re free to go.

If you don't mind, I would like to join you.

Good man.

This is personal for you isn’t it?

This knife belonged to my father.

And when I came of age I swore an oath.

That one day I would avenge his death.

That day has come.

My son lost his father too.

Car accident a year ago.

It's never easy for a mother to raise a child alone.

But my mother never left my side.

What the fuck am I doing here?

Fighting to get home.

Heads-up.

Found this in my shit. Looked like your size.

Borrowed?

Hell no.

Ladies. Gentlemen.

Let's boogie.

You jammy twat, I wish I'd said that.

We get in quick and clean.

Load the C4 in the caboose, cut the cable...

...drop the package down their throats...

...and blow this place back to the stone age.

Piece of pie, right Sinclair?

It's cake.

Piece of cake...

You okay?

I don't like heights.

A pilot afraid of heights?

Now I have heard everything.

I don’t much like the smell of sweaty armpits and crotch-rot.

But here I am.

Fair play.

C4's armed. We're good to go.

Alright. Everyone, fall back.

Sinclair!

Your locket.

Aaaaaaargh!

Hoooook!

Fuck!

We gotta go.

Take cover everyone. Fire in the hole.

Move your ass, girl.

[OVER RADIO] Sinclair.

Wait! Wait! It’s Hook! He’s alive.

[OVER RADIO] Sinclair. Do you copy?

This is Sinclair. Where are you?

Sinclair.

Doesn't matter.

You have to complete the mission.

Blow this place up and get them out of there.

Wait, what about you?

Shit happens on the battlefield.

Get home to your son.

And tell him I left you to die?

I don’t think so...

Wilks, man the winch.

You’re not seriously thinking about going down there?

If Kabir is right and they are siphoning our minds.

It's a cinch.

They know our moves before we even make them.

I’m going in, alone if I have to,

...cause I know Hook would do the same for me...

...or any of you.

Alright Jockey...

...I'm sold.

You're both nuts.

That would make three of us.

You wouldn’t want to miss the party...

...would ya?

Bastards the lot of ya.

Hook...

...if you can hear me.

We're coming in to get you.

Sinclair, do not come back for me. I repeat, do not come back -

Wilks. You hear the signal, you get us out fast.

Got it. Don't be late.

OK. Cover your ears, open your mouths, and hold on tight.

Three

Two

One

Touchdown.

If they didn't know we were coming, they do now.

[OVER RADIO] ...all personnel in range of this signal.

Evacuate immediately.

[OVER RADIO] We are at T-minus 20 minutes and counting...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?!

Fuck.

Sinclair, err, we got a big problem.

I just picked up an alert on sat comms...

...telling anyone listening to evacuate this sector right now.

Copy that.

How could they know the location?

Every Humvee has a transponder. We led straight to us.

It sounds like a missile strike.

Whatever it is, it's 20 mins and counting.

We gonna stand here and stare, or do this shit?

Corporal, with me. Kabir, Jones, watch the rear.

Brommie, you stay here and hold the fort.

Right you are Taff.

Ok.

Come on.

Spread out. Stay alert. We've got 10 mins.

Hook, do you copy?

Hook, do you copy?

Hook?

What did they do?

These were my people.

No fucking way.

Sinclair. What’s your 20?

Oh, thank fuck!

We’re in the lab.

Follow the biohazard signs.

Sinclair?

Shit.

Follow the biohazard signs.

On my way.

I got company!

[OVER RADIO] T-Minus 17 minutes and counting.

Shit.

- Coming in hot! - You might wanna duck.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

I'll keep some for emergency.

Fire, fire.

They're hatching.

Here we go!

Come on then you motherfuckers!

Fuck.

Let’s not hang around aye?

This is why they took you alive.

They knew I'd come for you.

'cos they read my mind.

Bastards laid an ambush.

Back to the elevator, now!

Lafayette, let's go.

You better get a move on Hookie.

Yeah, nice try.

Fuck off now, there's a good lad.

You heard your Sergeant, let's move.

I'll be right behind you Jockey.

Go.

Go.

Wooh!

Motherfucker!

Which way, Captain?

Go left.

It's left.

Right.

It's right here.

- It's right, make a right. - Go.

Damn. Jam!

Where’s Jones?

Buying us time.

Where’s Lafayette?!

Kabir?

She was right behind us.

I'm going back for her.

No you're not.

She's mine.

If I'm not back in 5, get the hell outta here.

Hook?

We have to go. Now!

We fucking wait for them!

Alright motherfucker, let’s go!

Fuck.

Bollocks to this.

Wilks, bring us up now.

- This is not the plan. - No fucking shit.

Wilks. Wilks!

Fuck it.

Eat your fucking heart out JPR!

Get down!

[OVER RADIO] T-Minus 13 minutes and counting...

Fuck!

It’s jammed solid! Fuck!

Wilks, shut it down. Shut it down now!

[AFGHANI]

[AFGHANI]

[AFGHANI]

[OVER RADIO] T-Minus 10 minutes and counting.

[OVER RADIO] T-Minus 8 minutes and counting.

You motherfuckers!

Got you...

They show on.

Come on.

No!

Fuck no!

Go!

Joke's on you, assholes.

[OVER RADIO] T-Minus 4 minutes and counting.

Looks like that rabbit hole swallowed us both this time.

Still wanna kick life in the teeth?

Fuck yeah.

May I?

[AFGHANI]

Hold tight.

[AFGHANI]

[AFGHANI]

[AFGHANI]

You miss me?

Can you cut it finer next time?

You were saying...

[OVER RADIO] T-Minus 1 minute and counting.

[OVER RADIO] 30

[OVER RADIO] 29

[OVER RADIO] 28

[OVER RADIO] 27

26

25, 24

23, 22

18

17

16. 15

[OVER RADIO] 13

[OVER RADIO] 12

[OVER RADIO] 11

[OVER RADIO] 10

[OVER RADIO] 9

I'm going, I'm going!

[OVER RADIO] 7

[OVER RADIO] 6

[OVER RADIO] 5

[OVER RADIO] 4

[OVER RADIO] 3

[OVER RADIO] 2

[OVER RADIO] 1

Holy shit!

What the fuck was that?

That was someone covering their arse.

Colonel Harper, this is Spearhead. The asset is gone.

[OVER RADIO] Well that's a damn shame.

These things have a habit of turning up.

[OVER RADIO] Return to base, Spearhead.

Harper out.

Ready to get moving.

Blast will wake up every Insurgent for a hundred miles.

What you got there?

A present, from Lafayette.

Come on.

No time for a moment.

Get me to a hotel.

Get me a milkshake.

- Get me a bath. - Will you shut up, Wilks?

Oh, come on.

Tell me you're joking.

Wish I were...

Hey, quit fooling around Sarge.

You wanna get out and push?

You're beginning to worry me.

Oh for fuck's sake...

Come on baby.

Don't let me down.