Original subtitles

You all right?

Here.

Hey, have that.

Hearts and minds, mate.

Is she keeping you waiting again? A woman's prerogative.

- Well, I don't see your lot here. - They'll be here.

Dempsey's holding up a prize for first team in.

And Blue Troop intends to win it.

(Mimics him) And Blue Troop intends to win it.

- Were you bullied at school? - Here they are.

It did 0-60 in 8.5 seconds.

Then they brought in the latest model

- with two extra cylinders... - Louis!

For Christ's sake, can you shut up for one minute, please?

- Are you fit? BECCA: Yeah.

Except I have picked up this verruca that I can't get rid of.

We had a drink down by the river. Ed wanted to look at some goats.

- It was a Bush Back! - Right let's move, yeah?

No time for that. Red Troop are on the move. Come on!

Nice one, thank you.

- David Cox? Aidan Dempsey. - How do you do?

- What's Kathy doing here? - I don't know.

And who's the little chap?

I don't know.

But you'd like to, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

I would.

- Is that my escort? - Yes.

Not exactly how I pictured an SAS patrol.

No, nor me.

LOUIS: But I always thought there must be different rules for birds than blokes.

Like, for instance, when you were in the PT corps,

would you let the girls off exercise if they had the painters in?

DAVE: Louis!

No, do you know what I mean?

Seriously, why are we here?

Fitness and acclimatisation.

Yeah, right.

What, so the MOD dish out all this money

to fly us to the middle of nowhere for "fitness and acclimatisation"?

They could have easily done it with an £80 charter flight to Morocco.

- What's that? - The winner's prize.

Heads up. As you were.

- Boss. - Henry.

So, Red Troop won my little competition.

And their prize is they get to choose what to do tomorrow.

The options are:

a hike 125 clicks north to the mountains,

or a more gentle tab, 52 clicks south

through forests and hill country.

Sir, the border is six clicks south of here.

Correct.

So the second option is a 46k tab into hostile territory.

- Correct. - And 46 clicks back.

Hopefully.

- Alive op? - Correct!

- You see, I was right! - No helis, no support,

a totally deniable operation. If we're caught, we're on our own.

Mm-hm.

Er, no, thank you, sir. We'll take the 120k tab north.

- Give it to Blue Troop. - Absolutely.

Sir, when do we actually go on the...

Just a bleeding minute. What's the op for?

KATHY: A familiarisation recce.

In case the whole situation there blows

and we have to exfil the white farmers.

You mean, the British passport holders.

And, um, who's this?

This is David Cox. He'll be going with you.

- Look, you guys have passed it... - Yeah, but who is he?

- A journalist. HENNO: You're not serious?

Guys, it's obvious you don't want the op...

Are you doing a piece on us, then?

No, on the situation inside the country.

Oh.

Well, do you want it or not?

No.

- Yes. - Yeah.

It's a deniable operation.

That means we won't be able to take in our own weapons.

Correct.

But you can choose from these.

Ah, yes! Look at these!

- CZ S75 Automatic. - Steyr AUG.

- Stainless. - Laminated.

Calico. The Gucci of guns.

Like pigs in shit.

I am the senior NCO in Red Troop and I say we don't go.

Always used to be a consensus in my day, Henry.

With the greatest of respect, sir, no, it didn't.

You would ask everyone their opinion,

then you'd go and do exactly what you'd wanted to from the start.

Come on, Henno, it's a live op, for Christ's sake.

Well, it looks like it's a Blue Troop operation.

All right, we'll go. Do we get a guide?

- Yes, me. - You, sir?

What, you as guide or you as guide and troop commander?

No, me as guide. You as troop commander, naturally.

We leave at first light.

- Oi. - What?

Look, guys, this game's not just about stamina. It's about checking your kit

to make sure you're not carrying any unnecessary equipment!

Bastard!

Is that the border?

Here, take this.

Oh, I don't know. I'm a terrible shot.

You don't have to be a sharpshooter.

Take the safety off, rest the barrel against the side of your head,

and squeeze.

Oh!

A good deal better than being caught.

And whoever,

or whatever you are,

you slow us down,

you place any of my men in jeopardy,

and I'll save you the trouble and shoot you myself. Understood?

Right, let's move.

And I warn you,

it's not very nice over there.

BOY: No! No!

No!

We have caught a terrorist, Colonel Gagmandawe, sir.

BOY: No! No!

Please, sir, I am not a terrorist, sir. I love the government.

Long live our heroic government! God bless our leader and his...

Patriotic front?

- They were giving them away free. - I see.

That is the most expensive free gift.

Run! He's got a patriotic front.

Let's see if he has a patriotic back!

Run! Run!

(Gunshot)

(Gunfire)

(Screaming)

Terrorists!

X-ray. Three o'clock.

RED BERET: Hey!

(Speaks own language)

(Henno over radio): Not our fight, sunshine.

All clear. All clear.

- Take five? - Roger that.

lam...

What?

I need a poo.

Oh!

And do I bury it?

Oh, I put it in your pack.

Not in mine, in yours.

I know. I was joking.

Oi, do it here.

I won't watch.

So, you know this place?

Well, not every track,

but most of the key points.

When we get nearer, I'll know where I am.

DEMPSEY: It's where my cousins live.

1 spent most of my childhood here, Henry.

It's going to be used as one of the collection points if ever there's an evacuation.

(Grumbling)

You grow your crops on the bones of our dead children.

You white bastard, I'm talking to you.

(Shouts)

Hey!

Get back!

Get back from the gate.

- Give us back our land. - Get out of here, Nutasa.

No, you get out or I cut your head off.

Nutasa, you're more likely to kill me with your breath

than that little butter knife.

Why the hell are you following this drunken idiot, anyway?

He'd rob you, just like he's trying to rob us.

I'll cut you, white boy.

Oh, you want to fight, big man?

WOMAN: Stop it, Pierre.

And you! Blessing Mupandawana!

You white man's dog!

(Curses)

Tell it to your whisky bottle.

(Speaks in own language)

All right, old chap, out you hop.

- Mr Chondoki, you're very welcome. - Are they here yet, the British?

No, not yet.

(Sobbing)

Not our fight.

Repeat.

Not our fight.

Vehicles.

Move!

(Shouts orders)

He was nice.

Colonel Gagmandawe.

Minister of State Security and CO of Five Brigade.

A highly trained band of recreational killers.

- Are you all right? - Not really.

Who is Ginger Madeira?

Chenjera Ngarira.

It means, "Beware, we are watching you."

Let's cut the chat.

Ed, Louis,

set up an OP on top of that hill there.

Monitor all troop movements and make sure our exit's clear.

Let's move.

I'll take point. Henno, tail-end Charlie.

Dave, three o'clock. Becca, nine o'clock.

20 years driving a desk,

suddenly he's a bushy-tailed combat rupert again.

What do you think about that Cox bloke?

He don't take many notes for a journalist. He seems all right.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Don't mind him sniffing around Becca? - Eh?

He fancies her. Didn't you notice that?

- Why would I mind that? - Because of you two.

- There's something going on there. - With me and Cox?

You and Becca.

I don't know how you manage to get so many wrong ends of only one stick!

I'm not interested in Becca.

She's not interested in me.

And Cox isn't interested in her, either.

He's interested in you.

What?

HENNO: How's it looking? DAVE: Yeah!

Yeah, looks fine.

Is this it? Is this all there are?

Well, what were you expecting?

- You said an SAS regiment. - Not all of them!

- Aidan! (Exchange greetings)

- Sarah! - Aidan.

You're looking as beautiful as ever.

Thank you!

- My God! Are these your kids? - Yeah.

- Hector. - Hello.

- Pierre over there. - Hello.

- And Luanne. - Hello.

This is my cousin Aidan Dempsey.

Blessing, sort these men out with places to dump their kit.

Come this way, please.

David?

Mr Chondoki, I presume.

Your government has stood on the sidelines, but now it is time for them to act.

The people of this country have had enough...

Well, that is a good deal better.

Have you made contact with Louis?

- No, mate. - Do it now.

OK.

DAVE: Romeo One Two fo Romeo One One.

- (Gargles) - Romeo One Two to Romeo One One.

Romeo One Two. Send. Over.

DAVE: How you doing, mate? - Bored rigid.

All quiet.

I've just had the loveliest long bath

and I'm about to have some barbecue.

(Sighs)

Piss off. Out.

Sounds like a five-star hotel.

Yeah.

Well, if you're bored, we could play I Spy.

OK.

I spy quite a lot of things beginning with T.

Oh... Trees?

Well done. Now shut up and get some sleep.

I'll do the next two hours.

You expecting somebody?

Yeah, Five Brigade.

They've been operating this area for the last couple of days.

Yeah, we caught a glimpse of their methods in a village we passed through.

It happens all the time. It's Africa, I suppose.

Scum. Government thugs.

Punishing people who don't vote for them or just if they're in the wrong tribe.

- And yet they leave you alone. - Yeah.

That's because they know that we'll protect ourselves. The villagers won't.

They prefer a soft target.

Being in the wrong tribe these days, it's like picking the wrong chamber in Russian roulette.

Well, aren't you lot in the wrong tribe now?

Well, I hadn't thought of it that way but...

Yeah, I suppose we are.

Excuse me, madam.

- I have the calf here. - OK, Blessing.

We'll kill it in the yard and butcher it in here.

Hey, Blessing, come and give us a hand with the table, boy.

- Sorry. Just looking for a glass of water. - There's a fridge just...

No, no, no, no. I'll show him where it is.

It's just through here.

Come on, boy.

Here you go.

Beer. Juice. Milk. Whatever you want, help yourself, boy.

What's the problem?

Have you seen the Colonel? Dempsey?

They're talking to Chondoki and your government man outside.

- Government man? - Yeah.

Dave?

The women are through there preparing the meal.

Sorry?

They're getting the brai ready.

I'l tell you what...

How about I cut your balls off,

and then you can go and join them?

Cheers.

What is wrong with you people?

We are ready to overthrow the dictatorship and their hired killers like Five Brigade,

but we need weapons and we need training,

but, most of all, best of all, we need the British Army.

COX: No can do, I'm afraid.

Britain can't breathe in Africa,

without being seen to have some kind of megalomaniac colonial ambitions.

Military intervention is totally out of the question. There's no point in pursuing that line.

But the people would cheer you in the streets.

COX: That's what they said in Iraq.

That's some snack they're cooking up for us.

Look, erm...we may be able to find some weapons, through a third party, of course.

BECCA: It's hot, isn't it?

No, ta.

CHONDOKI: You had enough men fo send to Iraq.

You're right about Cox.

He's not a journalist.

COX: ...no oil in Kosovo, no voles either.

So, why can't you help us here, then, hm?

If we can see proper command structures...

(Snoring)

- Now what? - Well if ler...

No, you're all right. Have it.

- Louis. - Hm?

We've been compromised.

We either need to find a new OP or...

Or what?

You know what.

Sod that!

She's asleep.

Let her be. She's all right.

- Hot. - Mm.

Sir, am right in assuming that Mr Cox is a government man

and that this Chondoki is a rebel leader?

Yes.

- And we weren't told because? - Too high arisk,

if the information got into the wrong hands.

If any of you were caught...

- Henry, these people are my family. - I take that on board.

But I have a troop in hostile country with no briefing, no information.

To say the least, I'm not impressed.

Henry, you be bloody careful the way you talk to me.

Well, as this is an unofficial operation,

I'm not sure the normal protocol applies. Sir.

Julius, don't rush off, man. My wife's just prepared...

Don't mind me. Let him go if he wants to.

Don't worry, lady, I'm leaving.

Pierre?

Go and fetch the car for Mr Chondoki.

Give me those.

Shit!

Take cover.

Hurry up with the car.

We have company. Five Brigade.

- What? Alex, I warned you. - And he knows why.

- I'd like to leave now. - What is he talking about?

I don't know.

You knew they were coming.

Look, I...

You only have yourselves to blame.

I thought you were bringing a regiment. Not three men and a woman.

You wanted the British drawn into a fight?

You bloody fool.

Now, I suggest that everyone runs.

At least that way some of us may survive.

- Now, open the gate. - Hang on. Let's calm down.

I said, open the gate!

We don't have time to chat. Sir, we can't surrender,

as officially, we're not here.

That man was the leader of the armed opposition of this country.

We came to help him.

And you've just killed him.

Well, not a great loss as far as I can see.

Now, will you fight or will Five Brigade let you go?

If we just walk away from here, they'll probably let us go,

but we'll never see this farm again.

When you make your decision, let us know.

Dave! They've got a jimpy in the storeroom. Get it up on the...

- Sorry, sir, may 1? - Carry on, Henry.

Get it facing at a northerly aspect from the roof.

Becca, get yourself down here. Let's sort out some firing positions at ground level.

- Why does it have to be us? - Dave, bring Louis and Ed up to speed.

Henry...

Sir, may I suggest that you muster as much ammunition

and all the weapons you can lay your hands on

and find out who amongst your family is staying and if they're prepared to fight.

Romeo One Two, on our way.

They are really rather deeply in the poo.

- And we're the relief column? - Uh-huh.

Then they really are rather deeply in it, aren't they?

Oh, yeah.

No. Don't even...

Louis.

She weighs less than a loaf of bread. We'll drop her off at the next village we come to.

Blessing. Blessing! Come here, man. You have to...

(Gunshot)

(Agonised screaming)

Blessing, get over here!

Help me get him back into the yard. Come on!

(Gunfire)

Hold him down. I'll try to stop the bleeding.

Hector!

Oh, my God! Somebody help!

Luanne, get your mother inside.

SARAH: Hector!

What have you done?

- Bad? - Shit.

Can you see a way out?

We're surrounded on all sides. And they're in numbers.

- What are we going to do? - Pray?

The men are in position, sir.

Now, this thing's about to kick off. He's hanging on.

He's a fighter.

Quick, let's get him in here.

- Get this down. - OK.

GAGMANDAWE: Hey! Alex Du Preez!

Now, apply pressure.

Do you hear me, Alex Du Preez?

Find out what he wants, but be careful.

I hear you.

We know you have Julius Chondoki in there.

Just let us have him and no-one will harm you.

I can let you have Chondoki as long as you give us your word

you will go away and leave us in peace.

He won't. He knows we have Chondoki so we're all dead.

You have my word.

Just give us Chondoki and the British envoy.

I don't suppose I'd be any great loss, either.

HENNO: Time.

Just buy us some time.

We will consider your demands and let you know.

But just understand this...

we will resist any invasion of our land with extreme force.

GAGMANDAWE: I have several hundred men here. You have none.

You have ten minutes.

..and they don't know about you, just Chondoki and Cox.

I suppose that was the trap Chondoki thought he was setting,

thinking Gagmandawe would arrive in platoon strength, not with the whole bloody brigade.

That gives us some element of surprise.

They're going to get a shock when they find out we're here.

Having said that...

- Four against 200? - No, eight.

No, nine. Well, I could always give myself up.

Don't be so bloody stupid.

- You could still leave. - No, Pierre's right.

Now he knows we've had Chondoki here, we're dead.

I want Hector taken to the hospital.

They'd tear him and anyone else with him to pieces, Sarah, man.

Look, our only hope is to hold out until nightfall.

Then we have to hope our night-vision goggles will give us the edge to help us to escape.

That's just about two hours.

May I suggest, just before the deadline, we hit them from the roof,

then drop down to a lower position.

Mr Du Preez, I need you to go back out there and try to delay the deadline.

Stall him.

We can give you Chondoki.

However, the British envoy is getting clearance from London to give himself up...

Make sure the electrolyte is moving through.

If he shows any signs of being in pain, give him one of these.

- Thank you. - What for? I've just stalled the inevitable.

I'm sorry, but he'll be dead within the hour.

Either way.

GAGMANDAWE: I give you till five o'clock.

If you do not come out,

I promise you, at five minutes past five,

you will all be dead.

It'll be all right.

Will it?

Well, no, probably not.

Very poor odds, actually.

Don't you get afraid?

Yeah.

I suppose I do.

What do you do about it?

Well, I...

I just try to keep myself busy,

focus my mind on something else.

Or better still, find someone who is more afraid than I am and take care of them.

You're right.

COX: I hated flying, until I took my mum to Madeira.

She was so terrified that, when we landed, I suddenly realised I hadn't been scared once!

The only problem is, I doubt I'll find anyone here who is half as scared as I am.

Mrs Du Preez?

She's not scared. Just angry.

Her son's going to die, isn't he?

No, knock that out.

It'll keep you hidden and give you a wider field of fire. Come on.

What can I do?

- Just stick with me. - I want to help.

You will help being quiet and staying with me.

Right, let's move downstairs. Prepare the secondary positions.

15 minutes. Do five more minutes here then take your position on the roof.

Who the hell do you think you are telling me what to do?

They didn't tell you? I'm the expert.

The man who'll give you the best chance of living through this.

Now, if you can't see that, you're even more of an ignorant prick than I took you for.

Five minutes till the deadline. Let's move to our primary positions now.

Alex.

Mum, you look after Hector. I can shoot.

- No, darling, you can't... - Yes!

- They need everyone they can get. - Mrs Du Preez, I'll watch over her.

Now, you stick close to me, OK?

Not so close. You'll get my empties in your eye.

Good luck, everybody.

- On my shout... - Your deadline has been reached.

Five. four...

If you do not come out with your hands raised...

- two. - in one minute...

one!

Everybody left flank!

(Continued gunfire)

Yeah, we'd better get going.

Louis. The girl?

Oh, yeah. Two secs.

Wow! Who'd be on the receiving end of that?

Now, stay there.

- What, until a lion comes and eats her? - At least a lion won't rape her.

(Distant gunfire)

Louis?

Yeah. Louis.

Christmas.

Christmas? Christmas.

OK, Christmas, you stay down and wait.

Good girl.

Secondary positions. Move!

Move! Move! Move!

(Gunfire continues)

(Explosion, glass smashes)

They're coming from the east, too.

- Boss! Cover the eastern flank. - Moving!

Cox, get yourself inside with Mrs Du Preez.

- But... - Justdoit!

There seems to be enough of them to make a decent fight of it.

Is he dead?

(Louis on radio). Come in Romeo One One. This is Romeo One Two. Over.

Romeo One One. This is Romeo One Two.

Hello. This is David Cox. Over.

Come in, Romeo One One. This is Romeo One Two. Over.

Oh, shit!

(Thumping on door)

Your man's on the radio!

And there are men trying to get into the kitchen.

I've run out.

Point. Pull the trigger.

Boss.

Zero Alpha. Over.

LOUIS: In position now behind their lines. - We're holding them off, but only just.

Any contribution, the louder the better, and from the rear,

would be hugely appreciated and could be useful. Over.

Becca!

On me.

Inside!

(Glass smashes)

Moving!

Magazine!

Empty!

Oil I'd move, if I were you!

- How are we doing? - Rather better than we deserve.

DAVE: I'm down to my last two mags. BECCA: Two.

Well, if they come again before nightfall, we're bollocksed.

That's about 30 minutes.

(Sobbing)

I will come back, little brother, and keep you company.

This madness will not go on for ever.

We have been on this land for over 100 years.

And no murdering black bastard is going to change that.

We'll be back.

I'm sorry, Alex. I thought I'd come to help.

All I did was bring you a load of trouble.

Ah, Aidan, man, trouble was here already.

You'd be a fool not to see that our days were numbered, anyway.

At least Hector gets to stay now.

Has everyone got everything they need?

HENNO: Mr Du Preez?

The way I see it there are only two ways out of here.

We either take the wall

or the ridge.

The ridge.

There's a stream on the other side there.

If we make our way down that, we can eventually get to the swamp.

They won't be bothering to guard that.

Right, Louis, we're following the stream, leaving the plot north-easterly.

It hits the woods about 40 degrees north of the property.

So, why won't they bother to guard it?

Cos it's full of crocodiles!

- Then we're heading for the swamp, which... - Don't tell him.

DAVE: there are no soldiers there.

OK. We've set the diversionary charges for...

- 18 minutes. - 18 minutes from now

and we've done you some smoke, too.

There's a shitload of reinforcements coming in.

You've really pissed someone off. Moving now.

We'll move towards you from the other side of the swamp, to make sure your exit is clear.

I've left a few nasties in there for them.

- That should keep them interested. - Here, Aidan, try these.

All set?

All right. First group to depart, 20 seconds.

Ten.

Good luck.

Five.

And go!

HENNO: Second team, prepare.

(Speaks own language)

(Dempsey on radio) Two enemy. 50 feet. Two o'clock. Downstream.

Roger that.

HENNO: Ten seconds.

- You take care. - You too.

Five.

Stand by.

Go.

DAVE: Two mags.

Me, too.

(Distant voices)

(Radio hisses)

That's us.

Move.

Thanks, Boss.

(Splash echoes, excited chattering)

(Gunshot echoes)

Blessing. My weapon.

HENNO: Here.

We're about a mile into the swamp. GPS...

840...

37214.

It all seems pretty quiet here. How are you doing?

(Dempsey on radio) Pretty good.

We're all out of the farmhouse and on the south edge of the swamp.

About ten minutes tab to you. Over.

(Grenade explodes)

DEMPSEY: Henry, one of yours? - Yep.

(Hisses)

(Growls)

(Henno on radio) Dave, what's keeping you?

Nothing much.

Are you OK?

Thanks, Tarzan.

Come on.

Hello, Reverend. How are you doing?

Louis! Am I glad to see you!

Alex! Blessing!

Boss.

He knows the way. The trail across the border goes through his village.

It's here.

Looks good enough.

Blessing, go.

- Well done, Henry. - Boss.

- I want to apologise... - Look, we have to move.

Wait, listen.

I took my eye off the ball.

Too much like mixing work and home.

You were right. I was wrong.

Sir. Now we really have to move.

Chondoki!

GAGMANDAWE: Bring out their dead and feed them fo the dogs.

Colonel, sir, we have found their trail.

Put our best trackers on them.

They must not get away.

Hey, wait here.

- Where's he going? - Er, he's...picking up a friend.

Who the hell is that?

Christmas. Come on, we'd better move.

Hold on...

Look, we'll dump her at the village. Leave it, OK?

A nice cheap form of body armour. Not a bad idea.

- Becca, can I ask you something? - Sure.

Is Dave a vicar or something?

No.

Ed called him "Reverend".

No, it's just a nickname.

Because...

Well, because he's so thoughtful.

(Children's laughter)

(Greeting)

(Speaks in own language)

Friends.

(Chuckles)

- Tell me, what is this? - It's sadza. Maize and water.

Sadza? OK.

- Some sadza for you? - No, I'm fine. You have some.

- Oh, please, I insist! - I'm full.

(Luanne giggles)

You leave him alone, you hear me? I'l tell Dad. You know what he'd say.

- What is your problem? - You are.

You come into our country like you own it, but you're nothing but trouble.

I wouldn't say you need any help making a mess of things here,

and, frankly, it's a bit rich you calling me "boy" one minute,

then blaming me for all the wrongs of British Imperialism the next.

Dave. Take a turn on the stag up the hill.

(Laughter of villagers)

I'm sorry about Pierre.

He'sa..

old-fashioned, I suppose.

And what with Hector dying and...

And me being black.

Yes.

It is weird for us.

I mean, for me, with you...

Yeah, but why?

Because you're...

It's like you're white in a black skin.

Look...

- I don't mean to be offensive... - No. I'm sure.

You just can't help yourself.

I guess I know what you mean.

You know, I've got more in common with my white SAS pals than I do with them.

And [I've certainly got more in common with them than I have with your moron of a brother.

Forget about him.

You filthy whore!

What did you say? What did you say?

Shit.

All right, that's enough. That's enough!

Come on, Pierre, man. That's enough.

Now, you tell him to show my men some respect.

DEMPSEY: Henry.

No. You tell him. Now.

Pierre, you must pay this man some respect.

I'm sorry for my boy's rudeness.

Well, I suppose that'll do.

Right, let's move out of here.

Becca, take right flank.

Ed, left.

You two, try and keep apart.

You stick with your mother, she needs you.

Dave, tail-end Charlie.

- What possessed you to sign up for this? - The challenge, obviously.

I can figure that for men, maybe.

It's their nature to want to pit themselves against others and cause mayhem and misery.

But a woman?

Well, I never played with dolls, like my sister.

For me it was always guns. I loved them. Still do. Sorry.

COX: My only trouble is what I'm going to say to London.

That the situation is more complicated than they imagined.

Now even further complicated by the fact that the one rebel leader with whom we had contact

has been killed by one of your men.

Oh, don't worry, I shan't tell them.

And anyway, in his rather blunt and...

dismissive way,

your man Garvie seems to generally come up with the right solutions for most problems.

His techniques would catch on like wildfire in Whitehall, if ..

(Distant explosion)

(Distant gunfire) - It's the village.

- Poor bastards. - We have to go back.

No.

We don't have the ammunition for a fire fight.

Ammunition or not, the fact is the border's only two clicks away.

- Shit! - Louis!

(Distant explosion)

Ahl

Get off!

- Don't be a bloody idiot! - Let me go. Let me go!

You goon. I cant, that's all. I can't just go.

Be quiet.

- They don't stand a chance without us! - They don't stand a chance with us.

We've got 20 rounds between us.

Now think.

DEMPSEY: Let's move!

We're not here to save the world.

- Oh? And what are we here for? HENNO: That's enough!

Now, let's move.

Now what?

I'm with Louis.

- What? - Yeah. Soam I.

- Look, what the... - I hate to say this,

but if this was a village of white people, we'd all be going back.

Rubbish! We're short-handed, we've got no ammunition,

and we've a clear duty to get to the border.

This has nothing to do with race.

- With respect, sir, I think it does. - Like I said, I'm going back.

Well, you can't!

I'm going, too.

I'm giving you all a direct order.

Sir...

There seems to be a consensus.

Henry, don't push it.

Well, this is, after all, an unofficial operation, so the normal protocol doesn't apply.

You'll all be court-martialled. If you survive.

We'll have to hope we all get slotted, then.

Sir, you take the Du Preez family and Coxy onto the border.

Coxy? I've arrived!

We'll radio on ahead, so you can RV with Sean Smith and Blue Troop.

- We're with you. - You're more than welcome.

What is it with you crazy boys?

(Shouts orders)

- 7.62 short. - No good.

- AKs. - Now you're talking!

Right, we assemble weapons, we load up, we hit the village.

(Screaming)

Move!

(Machine-gun fire)

(Screams)

Move!

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

- Boy. - (Laughs)

LOUIS: Christmas!

(Women scream)

Fall back to the ditch. Move!

- No chance this side. - Not on this side, either.

Boss!

What about Henno?

We'll hold here for five, give him a chance to find us.

Then we've got to move.

(Screaming)

Oil

A little bit late for that.

It's never too late.

(Gunshot)

A little less conversation.

Christmas!

Oh, no, no, no, no.

PIERRE: Oh, not you, old man. Come on.

Not you.

Louis?

Oh, my God! You're alive! Come here.

(Sporadic gunfire)

What are you doing here?

Thought you might need us, sooner or later.

You can't do the simplest thing right, can you?

What's all that about?

Just leave it.

You're safe now. You're safe.

(Pierre chokes back tears)

We'll be back one day, Pierre, man.

There's too much of our blood in the soil for us to leave it behind.

Boss?

Right, let's have another go at getting out of this godforsaken country.

Louis? Let's go, mate.

Poor kid. What kind of life is she going to have, I wonder?

Like the boss says,

we can't save the world.