All language subtitles for 5_track3_eng

Previously on SEAL Team...
BRIAN: Come on, man,

you got to shake this off.

CLAY: Look, most of the guys
in our selection class just put

my name on a list of guys that
they think don't belong here.

The guys only listed you 'cause
of the way you've been acting

since the second we got here.
CLAY:
You were just trying

to help, and I was
kind of being a dick,

the other night,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.

Get out of here, man.

Nate was hiding a burner
phone from his wife.

You think because Nate had a
phone, he was cheating on Molly?

All the calls
are to and from one number.

JASON: As far as Nate's
burner phone is concerned,

there's no good way to access
the location history,

so that's a dead end.

(lively Latin music playing)

WOMAN:
Thanks for the offer, but
I think we're gonna head out.

There's a party
at the German consulate.

I promised I'd stop by, so...

Oh, come on, Hannah, what do
the Germans have that we don't?
Biergartens,

nationalized health care,
a true appreciation

for the many talents
of David Hasselhoff.

You know what your problem is?
You're not drunk enough.

Stay-stay right here.
No, Richard,

really, I'm...
No, no. Tony.

Two G and Ts.

Top shelf?
Yeah, the good stuff.

Mr. Crowley.

Mr. Bol.
Thought you might
care to comment

on the story I'm about to file.

It seems that
election monitors up north

are reporting widespread fraud.
Mr. Bol,

we just pulled off
this country's

first presidential election.

I'm gonna call that a victory.

And by "we," you mean...?

I will leave that up
to your interpretation.

Here you are, sir.

Ah, yes. Thank you.

(quietly):
Off the record.

Off the record?

I am... about
two seconds away

from bagging the
hottest NGO worker

in all of South Sudan.

So, if you
don't mind...

I find that
very hard to believe.

HANNAH:
Thanks for the ride.

DRIVER:
Oh, Hannah.

I'd love to have seen
Crowley's face

when he found you gone.
Oh, don't be cruel.

I'm sorry, my friend, but the
ambassador brings it out in me.

Acting ambassador.

(both laugh)

DRIVER: It's only
only a tollbooth.

Do you have a ten-pound note?

The toll is ten pounds?

That's the price
for your white face.

Get out of the truck.

DRIVER:
We have papers, brother.

We are not to be detained.

This is for your trouble.

Out! I said, out of the car.

Whoa. We are on the same side.

Get out.

(shouting)

(punching, kicking)

Leave him alone.

(grunts)

(helicopter blades whirring
in distance)

Oh. What's up, man?

What's up is another
healthy dish of chicken.

Organic.
(both laugh)

Hey.

Thought maybe you'd want
to take a look at these.

Nate's old pics.

Finally get around to cleaning
out Nate's cage, huh?

Oh, no. I was helping
Alana clean out

Nate and Molly's house before
it goes on the market.

Little trip down
memory lane there.

Nate and our interpreter Marjan.

Feels like it's kind of bad luck

to be in a photo
with two dead guys.

What about the woman there?

Okay. Two dead guys
and a dead woman.

Thanks for that.

What makes you think she's dead?

Well, the Taliban went
after our interpreter.

You know, don't you think
they'd go after his wife, too?

Huh? I mean,
you know how they do.

That is Marjan's wife?

I mean, "was."

Speaking of Nate's cage...

It is about time that you got
around to cleaning it out.

Yeah.
Deal with his burn box.

Yeah.
Yeah.

The man's gone.

And he has every right

for his secrets
to be gone with him, too.

Yeah.
Okay?

Right. You know,

I'm-I'm gonna get to it, right?

Hey. It's not gonna
get any easier.

You've got to rip
that Band-Aid off.

Yeah.

What are you doing?
Hmm?

I mean, you're-you're
eating in order right now.

You're going... you're going
meat, rice, green beans,

meat, rice, green beans,

meat, rice,
green beans.

Mm-hmm. It's efficient.

And strangely satisfying.

Yeah, if you have violent OCD.

(laughs)

You know how many CEOs have OCD?

A lot.

(laughs)
ADAM:
Spenser.

Gate security says
you have a visitor.

When's it turn into stalking?

Well, I was
in the neighborhood.

You know you're violating
my safe space.

Sounds dirty.
(chuckles)

It's a good thing one
of us is having fun.

That's actually why I'm here.

We're throwing
a party this weekend,

me and my roommates.

And you're inviting me
to this party?

No, I'm just keeping you
up to date.

Can I bring a guest?
Uh...

As long as they have a Y
chromosome, yeah, you should...

It's, uh, it's my buddy Brian.

You've seen him at the bar.

Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
the cute one.

Absolutely. Bring-bring Brian.

Hmm. Actually, you know what?
On second thought...

(laughs)
Is this, uh...

So is this where
the magic happens?

Uh, I mean, it's...

not quite Hogwarts, but, yeah.

It's nice to see you
in your element.

See you at the party.

(sighs)

*

Huh, "Jason Hayes."

What the hell
were you doing, Nate?

We've been talking all week
about what might happen

if the violence
in South Sudan continues

to escalate after the elections.

As discussed, the election
was marked by widespread fraud.

A lot of people in the
opposition are blaming us.

What did we do?

What, in Africa?
Yeah.

MANDY: So far,
the violence has been confined

to the rural areas up north,
but it's spreading.

Hannah Parsons was an American
NGO worker in South Sudan.

She and her driver
were murdered last night

by an anti-government
tribal militia.

Just outside of Juba.

Six miles from
the American embassy.

Okay. So you want us
to evacuate the embassy?

So far, just of
nonessential personnel.

There's 35 Americans
still in that embassy.

We're going in to keep them safe

while they try
to hold the place together.

Then we get them out,
things go the other way.

RAY:
Or, so...

after it goes Benghazi,
the DoD can say

they had a Tier One team
on the ground.

Why not just bring in
a couple hundred Marines,

Expeditionary Unit?

Problem is, so far, the ruling
party's rejected our offer

to send in a MEU.

They feel it gives the
appearance they've lost control.

Well, we wouldn't want
to give that appearance.

DAVIS: Your vehicles
got armor everywhere

except for the windows,
'cause you say they needed
to roll down.

Oh, look, if you can't
put the windows down,

people are gonna know
it's an armored car.

Anyway, the body
should stop an AK round.

Your precious roll-down windows
are liable to shatter

if one of the local kids
hits it with a baseball.

We're diverting.
What do you mean
"we're diverting"?

Airport's not secure.
Command wants us to land

at an old military airfield
southeast of the city.

Wants me to stay there,
coordinate with the Marine C.O.,

make sure that the runways
stay operational

in case we all need to get out
of this country in a hurry.

I'll find out what assets
we have down there.

All right.
What's the local security like?

MANDY:
Not good.

But the State Department RSO

on the other hand's
got a good rep.

His name's Doyle.

Bunch of people I know
worked with him in Tunis.

What about the ambo?

Crowley. Technically,
he's not the ambo,

he's acting ambassador until
a new one gets appointed.

BLACKBURN: All right.
What can you tell us

about Crowley?
Well, our analysts think

he should've ordered
the evac already.

Shutter the embassy, stay away
until things stabilize.

The good news is, so far,

the anger hasn't been focused
on the embassy.

Bad news is, that's the kind of
thing can change real quick.

Yeah.

RADIO HOST: This is the
American-Sudanese Radio Network.

South Sudanese rebel leaders say

recent presidential election
results are fraudulent,

and blame the U.S. for meddling.

They are calling
for nationwide protests

and an ouster
of President Salva Kiir.

DOYLE:
Lawrence Doyle, RSO.

Welcome to the U.S. embassy.

Roadblocks
in the rural areas

have started to disrupt
distribution networks.

We're already looking
at food shortages.

JASON: How long?
DOYLE:
Till it all falls apart?

It depends who you ask.

This country's
only existed a few years.

Been at civil war
most of that time.

Plus, the nut-bars
in charge up north

are just looking for a
chance to take it all back,

reunify the Sudanese nation.

"And, one day, inshallah,
the entire nation of Nubia."

Somebody follows the news.

Might even say it's my job.

(indistinct radio transmission)

I'm glad you're here.

This place
is going south fast.

I got a team of three,
including myself.

"Regional security officer"
for a region the size of Texas,

and I have two deputies.

Still got 157 Americans

scattered across this
godforsaken country.

This will be a miracle,
we get 'em all out.

All right.
So how can we help your team?

Get Crowley to make the
evacuation order mandatory.

No one's gonna take it seriously
till he does.

All right.
So he's not gonna make the evac

till the bitter end?
Shutting down
the embassy

is a failure
of diplomatic mission.

And in this case,
it'll be his failure.

Weigh that against
a little thing like 157 lives.

PROTESTERS (chanting):
Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!

(chanting continues outside)

We've got protesters
gathering outside the embassy.

We're setting up an observation
post to keep an eye on 'em.

MANDY:
Copy. Keep me posted.

Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Go home!
Go home!

Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home!

DOYLE:
Here's Crowley.

Welcome, Lieutenant.

Uh, I'm sure
Mr. Doyle...

Master Chief.

Excuse me?

I'm in E-9.

Uh, you're not an officer?

Sorry to disappoint.

Uh, as I was saying, uh,

Mr. Doyle here can
find work for you.

The regional security
officer is, after all,

responsible for our
security matters.

Right, Mr. Ambassador, but
you are the man in charge here.

That makes you responsible
for everything.

Don't I know it?

Shall we?

Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

MAN: If this was Beirut,
we would have been out

two days ago.

Why we get danger pay.

We can't just pack up and leave
every time there's a protest.

We leave, we send
a message that

democracy's failed.

I'm not ready
to pull down the flag just yet.

Well, you wait long enough,

they'll come here
and pull it down for you.
Dan,

how many times have
we seen this stuff

bubble up and die back down?

Why don't you just
restrict self-driving

till things die back down again,
like you mentioned?

Well, Lieutenant, uh...

Sorry. Chief.

Uh, here in Juba,
we don't like to send

a message that it's dangerous
to move freely in the streets.

So, your security protocol is,
pretend everything's okay?

Our security protocol,

at the moment,
is to bring in a team

of special operators to ensure
that things remain okay.

Well, just so we're clear,
we have five shooters,

including myself,
and we're really good,

but we can't stop a civil war.

I know we're supposed
to admire a man

for admitting his limitations,

but I'd always rather see
someone transcend them.

Thank you, Chief. Now,
uh, as I was saying...

Appreciate the effort.
Well, you can't shame
a guy who's got no shame.

(phone chimes)
...legitimate concern is
that we not be seen

as overreacting.

Panic's never
a tool, so...

Some teachers stuck

at the American School.
Need some help?

Won't say no.
Let's go.

I'm sorry. Uh,

where exactly are
you gentlemen going?

We have some business
at the American School.

I didn't authorize that.
But you're okay with us

saving three
American teachers?

Yeah, I thought so.

What?

Nice shirt.

What's wrong with this shirt?

Did I say it was
a costume party?

I happen
to love this shirt.

This is my good-luck shirt.

Good luck with what?

My mom got it for me
when we went to Montana

to bury my papaw, so now
don't you feel like a jerk?

Your "papaw"?

Do not talk about Papaw.

No. No, indeed.

(sighs) You know anything
about Stella's friends?

Not really.

Figure they're probably
all grad students, too.

I'd stand to reason.

This is a mistake.

Probably.

(Brian laughs)

Go home, go home, go home!

Go home, go home,
go home!

Go home, go home!

Go home,
go home!

(chanting continues faintly)

Stefan Bol.

You mind if I ask
you some questions?

Oh, you're a reporter?
What gave it away?

Can't do it. Nothing personal.

I'm also, uh, willing to go
off the clock a while.

Just big guy lying low

while the brothers outside
blow off some steam.

Those your brothers, huh?

Yours, too.

You know there's people out
there that will slit our throats

just because of the color
of our passports, right?

Never bothers you?
Show up in a place like this,

alongside all them
big white boys...

Watch your mouth.
Anybody else
looks like you

is on the other side
of your guns.

Time for you to go.

Trust me, I am
not the one.

(chanting continues faintly)

And those big white boys
you're talking about?

They're my brothers, too.

Only colors that matter are
the, um, red, white and blue?

Kumbaya.

Hey.

Did we rig it?

The election.

"We"? Um,
I honestly don't know.

People outside
seem to think so.

Yeah, well, someone here was
gonna end up accusing us

no matter what we did.

Just because they didn't like
the way the vote turned out,

looking for someone to blame.

We're two minutes out
from the American School.

Any resistance?

Not so far.

Anything I need to know?

MANDY: Hearing anti-government
propaganda on the radio.

Seems the rebels have
taken over the station.

No change in the evac status?

Crowley still won't
give the order.

(indistinct shouting)

What's the rules of engagement?

We don't speak unless spoken to.

Guy wants to raise up, kill him.

I didn't get to say hello.

(men shouting)

Okay. Set a perimeter.

(faint shouting in distance)

Don't shoot, don't shoot!
We're U.S. military, ma'am.

We got everybody out,

but we were trapped inside.
Okay.

We got you.

We're gonna get you out of here.
Let's go.

We'll take it from here, make
sure they get to the airport.

Right. You want us on your six?

No, so far, the airport
road is still clear.

Crowley's got a job
he wants you on.

He wants you to evac two
American aid workers.

He figured he'd send the pipe
hitters to bring 'em home.

Might be the first
good decision he's made.

(dance music playing)

(coughs) All right, yeah.

The, uh, the
American snipers?

Wow.
STELLA: Hey.

Hi, Brian.

Clay, this is Evan.

Evan, stop it.

Everybody behave, please.
No, you worry too much. No, no.

My new friends and I, we don't
start fights at parties.

We're evolved.
Isn't that right, friends?

Ah, this is your show, man.
You tell us.

These are my guests.

If you can't behave
like a human being...

All right, they're your guests,
but if they weren't,

they could always just
knock down the door

and take whatever they want.
What they're trained for.

Actually, most
of our training

is just about balancing beach
balls on our noses, so...

Is this, uh, really
what you want?

After everything I've heard you
say about American militarism,

this regressive,
cartoon masculinity?

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention
that I'm really against

American militarism and
regressive, cartoon masculinity.

Me, too.

Oh, good. Bullet dodged.

We're approaching
the checkpoint.

MANDY:
Copy.

Be advised, rebels have been
taking over checkpoints,

but even the officers
in the National Army

tend to switch side

when the weather changes.

Copy that. Thanks
for the warning.

I thought the army
was on our side.

JASON:
Heads on a swivel, boys.

Don't know how friendly
these guys are gonna be.

SONNY:
That DShK right there

is gonna rip this thing
to shreds.

I'll frag it.
All right, guys.

Let's just try
and look friendly.

I'm always friendly.

(speaking foreign language)

Inspection. Everyone out.

I'm sorry. That's not
gonna happen, boss.

Inspection!

Sorry, we can't do that.

Are you insane, sir?

Do you want to die here?

Can you lean in?
I want to show you something.

Come on, I know
I can't do anything.

That machine gunner there is
gonna turn me into pink mist.

Come on, take a look in.
I want to show you something.

Look down.

That's a full mag from an MP7
pointed straight at your waist.

Now, I know as soon
as the shooting starts,

that DShK is gonna
tear us to pieces.

But what I want you to know,

whatever else happens,
you'll die.

Maybe you'll last a couple hours
with your balls blown off

and your guts hanging
out of your stomach.

Personally, I'd rather
be vaporized by the DShk.

Nobody wins.

So, what do you say
we give peace a chance?

Stand back, boys.

Lower your weapons.

(speaks foreign language)

John Lennon, yes?

Erik Wilkenson.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Here to take you and your wife
out of the country.

Take us out? Where?

Out of the country.

I see. No.

I'm sorry?

This country is our home.

This is my wife, Samiyya.

She designed the irrigation
system we're installing.

Your-your father
sent them?

No, the American embassy
sent us.

Acting on the orders
of my father-in-law.

Selfish of him,
but he's a selfish man.

Your father gives orders
to the State Department?

And they follow them.

ERIK:
I'm truly sorry.

You wasted your
time coming here.

Crowley should've told you.

Told us what?
No reason to come here,

that we wouldn't leave.
You talked to him?

Just a few hours ago.

He talked to...
So...

you told Crowley that you
weren't gonna be evacuated

and Crowley ends up sending us
out here anyways.

Are you kid...?
All right, that's a whole
nother problem, but right now,

now you can make a choice.

You should come with us.
No, we're not leaving.

Ma'am, it is not safe here.

Do you quit your job
any time it gets dangerous?

People here are used to
Western aid workers taking off

when things get ugly.
We're trying to change that.

Yeah, I respect
that commitment, I really do,

but it's open season
on Americans.

You do understand that, right?
I mean, you must have seen

the... the photo
of the American aid worker

who was murdered
a few days ago?

Hannah.
Yeah, Hannah.

She was a dear friend.

We've lost a lot
of friends

over the years.

Excuse me.
I'm sure you have

as well.

Yeah.

(clears throat)
Listen, boss...
Yeah?

Tell you what, I got
a... a bag full of zip ties

and two shoulders.

You want them to come with us,
they're coming.

How you doing,
little buddy?

Here. Take that
to your buddy over there.

Sharing's caring.
Boop.

(short chuckle)

Go home! Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

MAN (over P.A.):
Opposition forces are now

taking over government agencies.
Immediately destroy

all classified documents.
Repeat:

immediately destroy
all classified documents.

What do you mean,
he already knows?

Okay, look, what I mean is that
the guy we came here to get

talked to the acting ambassador
Crowley today, right?

He told him that
he wasn't gonna leave.

(scoffs)
Son of a...

Yeah. All right, also, did
he send us here to kidnap him?

Because I'm telling you right
now that's not gonna happen,

all right? These people,
they know the risks.

They're willing to take it,
and they're not going anywhere.

They say they don't want to go,
we can't take them. Problem is,

now you're a couple hours
deeper in the bush

and it's a couple hours
closer to nightfall.

Protests are turning violent
nationwide.

Well, don't worry about us.

We're heading back to you now.

Okay, drive fast.

Things are only getting worse.

Yeah, I'm holding for
the assistant secretary.

Uh... uh, yes,
I'll-I'll keep holding.

I... I can't really,
uh... yes? What?

Order the evac.

Excuse me?

You have the authority.
Acting ambassador reports...

You don't need to tell me
my authority, thank you.

You're gambling
with people's lives.

I'm entrusted
with advancing

the national interests
of the United States

and I don't believe
it's within that interest

to send a message
that we cut and run

at the first sign of trouble.
Is it in the national interest

to send the only
Tier One asset

currently in this country
to rescue a guy

you knew didn't want
to be rescued?

Guy who happens to be the son
of a major campaign donor?

I think it's in
your best interest

to be able to
tell Erik's daddy

that you sent
the best men you had.

That way, whichever way
it works out for Erik,

you get to look like you did
everything you could.

"The ambassador is
responsible for the safety

"of every American citizen
inside the borders

of his or her host country."

We have men outside the wire
and if anything happens to them

because you decided
to risk their lives...

They joined up
to risk their lives!

They certainly did.

And if you don't order
the evac now,

I swear to God,
I will find a way to burn you.

Uh, yes, sir.

(laughs): Thank you,
Mr. Assistant Secretary.

Sir, I...

I need to inform you...

the situation here
has become untenable.

I'm ordering a
complete evacuation

of the mission
here in Juba.

SONNY:
This doesn't look good.

JASON: Yeah, these
definitely aren't the guys

who waved us through
earlier today.

Ah, these guys
don't look political.

They look more like bandits.

We don't know
who they are yet.

But it looks like
they shot those guards.

Anyone goes for the DShK,
shoot 'em in the face.

(man speaking foreign language)

Call your shots.
He's mine.

Left near.
Right far.

Step out now!

The DShK.
On me.

Go.

Anybody hit?

We're good.
We're good.
Okay.

(men shouting)

(bottles breaking)

Ray, militias
are setting up roadblocks.

Gonna need your help
to get us out of here.

All right, give me a sec

and I'll get Davis
to call for the drone.

(shouting)

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

CROWLEY:
Yes, we are evacuating post.

As of 0400, the embassy is
shutting down normal operations.

Oh, oh-- yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Call MacDill Air Force Base,
Marine Corps Central Command,

and request that they
send a rescue convoy.

No, I-I was told the vehicles
are already en route.

They'll be here
in one hour,

but you need to make
the official request

so that the ground commander
doesn't get dinged

for violating
his chain of command.

(inhales sharply)
Yeah, okay.

Call MacDill on
your sat phone.

Ask to be rescued.

Then give your people
the "attaboy" for the quick work

that they're doing destroying
all this classified material.

Thank you.

Dismissed.

RAY:
The evacuation convoy is gonna
reach the embassy in 40 minutes.

JASON:
Copy. Thanks, Ray.

Okay, after this turn,
you're gonna stay straight

100 meters
till you hit the roundabout.

JASON: Okay,
we're making the turn now.

(men shouting)

100 meters.

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home! Go home!

RAY:
All right, Jace, we're online

with the tracking device
and the drone feed.

We're gonna guide you back
to the embassy.

JASON: I don't know, Ray.
This is looking hairy.

You're okay.
Just stay online.

Just 75 more meters.

Go home! Go home!

Looking good.
All right, 50 meters.

(shouting)

We got to get
out of here, boss.

Left up there,
left up there.

(shouting continues)

RAY: It's too much smoke.
I'm losing visual.

Bandit, this is TOC, can you
get another angle on that?

PILOT:
We're trying.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back, back, back, back, back.

Back up.
Go.

Good, go.
(objects striking vehicle)

JASON:
Where are we going, Ray?

Talk to me, Ray.
Where am I going?

(bottle shatters)

I'm working on it. They're
gonna get sealed in.

Bandit, this is TOC,
we need you to find

a hole in that smoke now.

Tell her to take her time.

Whenever you feel
like it, Ray.

Oh, my God.

(shouting)

RAY:
Bravo 1,

you've got an armed militia
dead ahead of you.

Back out of there.

Whoa, whoa. Okay.

All back, all back, all back.

Come on!

Go, go, go, go, go.

Okay, I got it.

RAY:
You're gonna take
the second-- no,

make that third exit
off the roundabout.

Left, left, left, left,
left, left, left, left.

Easy, easy.

(glass shatters)

RAY:
Oh, you are clear left.

Repeat, your left is clear.

(laughs)

(exhales)

(phone vibrating)

(knock on door)

Dude, we got to go now.

They're calling us in.

We got 59--

we have 58 minutes.
Sorry to...

Thank you so much,
it was a really great party.

Why didn't you get me up before?

BRIAN:
Eat it, man.

I should have left you here.
Sorry we can't stay

to clean up.

No, you're not.
(chuckles)

Somebody got lucky
last night, huh?

What'd I tell you?
Shirt never fails.

(laughs)

Go home! Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home!

Let me get on the comms.

Now get to the convoy.

Are you coming with me?

Yeah, I'll be there
as soon as I'm done

helping our boys
navigate back here.

Okay, I'll leave when you leave.

This isn't Virginia Beach,

and I'm not asking.
Ray, I just want you to...

Lisa... get to the convoy.

I'll be right behind you.

(helicopter passes overhead)

On time is five minutes late.

I can prove
that's not true.

Won't happen again,
Master Chief.

Next few days,
you're gonna be all HALO.

We'll be making multiple jumps
at 14,000 feet and upwards,

free-falling in formation,

pulling at 4,000.

Day, night,
you name it.

We will culminate the training
with night wall locker jumps,

and a follow-on mission.

Clear?

Clear.

RAY: We're loading the convoy
at the embassy right now.

We got to get you on the road

that's just ahead
to your right.

Whoa, whoa, wait a second.

Negative. Visibility down
that direction is close to zero.

Damn it. Wait one.
Drone control,

can you do anything
about these optics?

PILOT:
Negative, TOC.

Been through all my filters.

Bravo 1?
Yeah, I heard.

All right, we're not gonna
be able to get back

to the embassy before
you hit the convoy.

Tell you what, we'll
rendezvous at the airfield.

Jace.
Not open

for discussion, Ray.
You understand

that means you're gonna have
to drive through

the city center blind.

One vehicle, no overwatch.

Yeah, I understand that.

1, out.

Go.

(shouting)

(glass shattering)

(glass shatters,
man grunts)

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

Right over there.

(overlapping shouting)

Bravo 2, come in.

(static)

Ray.

Bravo 2, sitrep.

(static)

We've got to move out, ma'am.

(crowd continues shouting)

(quietly): Oh, come on, Ray.
Come on, come on.

(shouting)

DAVIS:
Ray!

The hell are you
still doing here?
Oh, you're-you're asking me?

The reporter got
hit by a rock.

Spotted him on the way down.

Tried radioing you.

Yeah, the comms are a mess.

Oh, we're here?

Yeah, we are.

Well, you need to know that
when I'm shooting at the range,

the targets don't shoot back.
Well, the alternative's

you carry this heavy
son of a bitch.

I know you're strong...
I got it, I got it.

R.O.E. essentially says
that we can't smoke a guy

unless he makes it him or us.

You just got to tell yourself...

it's not gonna be us.

It's not gonna be us.

Okay.

(clears throat)

(both speak foreign language)

(crowd shouting)

RAY:
Crowley left us.

(shouting continues)

Go home! Go home! Go home!

(chanting continues)

What do you mean, he left you?
DAVIS: Crowley.

Moved out the convoy while Ray
and I were still inside.

You got to be kidding.

Make sure he knows
I sent you outside.

Your crazy ass decided
to come back in.

All right,
we're coming for you.

Back to the embassy.

(shouting)

(glass breaking)

This reporter's not gonna
make it much longer.

Neither are we.
It's one thing

to wave the MP7 to scare away
a few looters here and there.

Sooner or later,

this crowd's gonna breach
the perimeter.

(shouting)

JASON: Davis, we're going
to secure an observation post

across from the embassy.
Stand by.

I really can't smoke this idiot
with the Molotov?
Tell you what.

If it looks like he's about to
throw it at someone, shwack him.

What if I thought
he was gonna throw it?

(shouting continues)

He left the flag.
He left the flag.

Crowley?

He also left two of our people.

I think I got a way
to get you guys out.

We could use one.

Okay, first,
I need you to tell Ray

how to get to the control panel

that operates the front gate.

Then I got a job for you.

RAY:
I'm at the front gate control.

JASON:
All right. Davis is on the roof.

(shouting)

Want me to press it?

No, no, not yet.

(shouting)

(cheering)

Press it.

They'll rush the front entrance.

Meet you in the rear.

(shouting, whooping)

(glass shattering)

(grunts)
It worked.

Back gate clear.

(shouting)
(glass shattering)

(distant chanting)

RAY:
Oh, great.

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

SONNY: Go, go, go!

(tires screech)

(engine revving)

Good to see you, Davis.

Good to be seen.

SONNY:
Well, look who we got here.

Hey, Crowley,
how you doing, buddy?

Can I get yourself a beer?

(grunting)

You weasel!

Got something for you.

Yeah? What's that?

You must have left it behind
by accident.

First stick, you're
the first to jump!

Get on the truck!

Hey.

I like her.

Stella.

Yeah, me, too.

Try not to screw it up, okay?

I'm working on it.

Second stick going up!

You're boarding the green truck!
Second to jump!

Hey, hold up, boys.

You all right?

I guess you really were
the one, man.

All right, Team 2, let's go!

PILOT:
DZSO, this is Bandit 1.

Copy winds two to four
out of the north.

Second team jumpers away,
looking for six canopies.

Bandit 1, this is DZSO.

Copy, jumpers away,
looking for six canopies.

Bandit 1, five canopies,
looking for a sixth.

Negative contact.

PILOT:
Copy, DZSO.

We have contact
with the sixth jumper.

He's at 5,000 feet.

Looks like a partial.
We'll keep eyes on.

FINN:
Copy, Bandit. We see him now.

Medics, stand by!

CLAY:
What's going on?

Looks like a line over.

Jumper in distress
falling through 3,000 feet.

Copy, Bandit 1. Hoping to
see a cut-away real quick.

We have cut-away.
Looking for reserve deployment.

Still looking
for reserve deployment.

DZSO, this is Bandit 1.

Jumper has impact ground

about 800 meters northeast
of the drop zone.

Bandit 1, this is DZSO.

Remaining jumpers touching down
in the drop zone.

Identity of the casualty
still unknown.

Jumper appeared
to impact ground at speed.

Never saw a reserve deployment.

We will maintain our orbit
to guide you in.

FINN: Bandit 1,
good copy on all.

En route.

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