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(Wolf whistle)

- She scrubs up nice. - Try and behave normally.

This is normal.

- Buenas dias. - Buenas dias.

We're meant to be incognito.

- Our lives wouldn't be worth... - Staff Sergeant Garvie.

SAS?

Hereford.

Staff Sergeant Garvie.

SAS.

Gracias.

(Speaks Spanish)

El Honourable Sefior Elias Enrique Guzman

Salamanca del Almonte-Pefia.

- What's he saying? - That's his name.

- Staff Sergeant Garvie? - Buenas dias.

- Please. - Cover's blown, mate.

$65,000.

Thank you, Minister. A cheque would've been fine.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

This country is on the verge of anarchy.

Gangsters run the cities.

Outside the cities, FARC Communist guerrillas

control most of the south-east ancl ETN socialist guerrillas

have the north-east.

This is a job, not a holiday.

Our biggest fear is kidnapping.

If someone tries to lift you, run,

shoot your way out, or shoot yourself.

I don't intend to spend the next 18 months negotiating a release.

- Sidearms carried at all times. - That means at all times.

- And these... - For special occasions.

- Nice one. - Thirsty?

Look who it isn't! Henno! How's it going, mate?

- Good, good. What you doing here? - Safety First. Duffy's company.

Bit of BG, close protection. Running security on an oilfield.

Emerald mine or two, you know.

- Bit busy, then? - Not really.

One month off in three. 100K per annum, tax-free. SUV, all that.

- You still in? - Yeah, we're on a training exercise.

Ouch! Good luck, mate. You having a drink?

- I'd love one. - Barman, same again.

Dieter Muller. I'm in wood. You?

What are you in? Your work?

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

Only off duty.

Thank you.

- When are we off duty? - When we get back to Hereford.

Where do you think you are going? DFI, mate.

We're not staying here.

We're staying here.

Listen up! Now, we are here for one month, so let's make the best of it.

We're training a patrol for a special operation.

The Yanks have been doing similar work with mixed success.

(Spanish)

(Speaks Spanish)

We'll have to show the Yanks how it should be done

by creating a unit of such quality that when we leave here and they...

set off to mount their operation...

- (Speaks Spanish) - That lot couldn't mount sheep,

let alone an operation.

(Fleming) Christ...

These are the men.

Tell me, do they have any special skills?

- More like special needs. - Thank you, Louis.

Why did you hand-pick these men to be in a special-forces patrol?

They were chosen because they all speak English.

- We have a special name for them. - I'm sure.

They are called eI peloton del aliento del dragon.

(Laughter)

It means the Breath of the Dragon Platoon.

We're not staying here.

(Speaks Spanish)

If you really need a place to yourselves,

there's an old barracks.

Here.

- Is that a problem? - In cities, the government is in control.

Places like this...

- You have to be careful. - Emilio! (Speaks Spanish)

I brought some repast for my son. They are feeding you properly?

(Speaks Spanish)

(Speaks Spanish)

Where are you taking my boy?

He's in the army now. He can't always come home for lunch.

Who are these men who are taking my child?

We'll take the child and bring you back the man.

(Speaks Spanish)

Right, the word is we have to be vigilant at all times.

Your clip's loose.

Thinking about Thirsty in his air-conditioned SUV?

- Yeah, and his ten grand a month. - And every third month off.

We are paid US$120 a month, if we are lucky.

Oi! This is a private conversation, so shut it.

You can't speak in front of me and tell me I am not allowed to hear.

Can't I?

If the money's rubbish, why did you join?

Join?

What is "join"? We are not mercenaries like you.

- We got no choice. - We are not mercenaries.

We are here to train, not kill you.

So...you get 20 times more money than me

and don't even get your hands dirty?

Why are you in the army?

Santa Rosa, to avoid jail.

Emilio and Guggenheim, to get away from their mothers.

- And Miguel, for food. - And you?

Me? I go to political rally at my university.

I speak, picked up by police, put in army.

It hasn't stopped you speaking.

No. And now they teach me to kill.

The government making trouble for later.

(Horn)

- Sunblock, anyone? - (Dave) Over here, mate.

(Wolf whistle) Hey, Louis! I like these.

No wonder you were so keen to unpack.

Finn, I don't know why you're laughing. I saw yours at Customs.

Get them out, then. Come on!

- Oh, my God! - (Laughter)

What? Scotish under-21s breaststroke champion, mate.

Yeah? Whose breasts were you stroking?

Go on, then, get them out.

- What? - Your costume.

- Your swimming gear. -All right, all right.

- Oh, yeah. - Very nice!

Oh, yeah!

(All hum striptease music)

Right, here we go.

I thought we were supposed to be here by ourselves.

So did I.

(Speaks Spanish)

Hey!

Will you all calm down?

Calm down!

No, not on my watch you don't.

Tranquilo!

Everybody, calm down.

You, Becca and Dave take the left flank, we'll stay here and cover.

- Come on! - Move! Get your head under the truck.

Becca!

Come on!

Get down!

Move!

Get your head down. What the bloody hell are you shooting at?

Like that!

No!

Pretend you're an officer, come out here and organise your men!

That's nice. Make a little video as we go, eh?

Something like that.

- Like that? - Shot!

- Muchas gracias. - De nada.

(Glass smashes)

(Women scream)

(Speaks Spanish)

Don't kill me.

These are ETN rebels. Students.

If they had been FARC, more of you would be dead.

Right...

It is FARC these men will be attacking in a month's time.

- This is for you. - Gracias.

- You're not staying? - No.

Not a great loss.

Maybe see you at the weekend. Come to the hotel for R'n'R.

- Vamos. - Vamos.

Right, this is your field of fire.

Any further either way, you start killing your own men.

Becca, take that truck. Block off the gate.

- Oi! - Louis.

- Yeah? - Becca got a bloke, or anything?

She's a lesbian.

What, you made a move and got a slap in the mouth for it?

Nah, don't be silly. Not my type, look at her.

Forget it, mate, she never touches anyone she works with.

That's her golden rule.

Don't look at me, you moronic monkeys,

look out there, where the enemy is coming from.

Take your hands out of your pockets.

- I think they're more scared of you. - That's a start, I suppose.

Put the cigarette out.

Right, listen up.

Do we have any NCOs here?

Sergeants? Corporals?

You.

- What's your name? - Guggenheim.

- Wrong. - Guggenheim, sir.

Even wronger.

Your name is Sergeant Guggenheim!

(Laughter)

You think it's funny. That lot aren't sunbathing.

Get them buried.

No, not like that.

Like this.

Bury them.

You're a sergeant, remember?

Pick it up.

Pick...it...up!

Make me.

Pick it up or I will dislocate your shoulder.

Pick...it...up!

Good. Now, bury them.

We were gonna do unarmed combat next week.

But somebody seems to have brought it forward.

If you draw a knife, you better make sure you know how to use it.

Well, don't tart around.

I give you permission. Kill me.

Forearm smash. Elbow fist.

Sweep, lock arm, punch to the throat, killing x-ray.

Now, get this piece of shit out of my barracks.

Sergeant Garvie.

Sir?

This is the mission. Cocaine factory, here, middle of nowhere.

- Run by FARC. - Well, I wouldn't do it.

Not without up-to-the-minute recce and target information.

But we're here to train them, not be their union representatives.

However, that little performance out there.

- That's not on, is it? - Dog's Breath Platoon go into action

in a few weeks' time.

Frankly, I don't care if I upset them or not.

There are better ways of making soldiers, Sergeant.

What, here? With that lot?

If you have a better way, sir.

Two troops. Black Troop, White Troop.

Black led by Sergeant Garvie, White by myself.

Carry on.

Right, listen in, Black Troop.

On my command, at the double, move!

Left, right, left, right...

- At ease, please. - Not "At ease, please," you pillock!

At...ease!

Oh, you think this is a game?

We have a few weeks to get you ready for your mission.

Sir? You know and we don't?

- You'll be told. - Now, squad. 'Shun!

What mission?

You'll be told.

Guggenheim, get back in the ranks. You're crap.

You, Gandhi, you like the sound of your voice so much,

you're the new sergeant.

No.

You are the only real soldier among them.

You are their only chance of survival.

Do it.

Stand easy.

Attention!

Look, Fritz.

- I'd love to be able to help. - Dieter!

Whatever. It's just I'm on my holidays as such.

It would only be for a couple of hours.

You think I was born yesterday?

Sir! Colonel!

Nestle her to your cheek nice and softly.

Rock her back and forth a bit.

Feel the weight of her.

Beautiful weapon.

Finn, good shooting. Think of the shooting championships?

Well, to be honest, there's no point now, I'm leaving after this trip.

- You're joking. I had no idea. - Secret stuff I have to do.

My mum lives alone. Keep it to yourself, all right?

- Yeah, yeah. - (Machine-gun fire)

Stop shaking!

- You're shouting at me. - Shouting at you?!

How loud will it be in a fire fight when someone is trying to kill you?

Now, line up that target and shoot it

before I shoot you!

Good, Guggenheim.

I was wanting to speak with you.

- Oh? - You'll have to move out of your room.

A party is coming to the hotel

and that wing has to be free for security.

Party? What party? What are you talking about?

- The room was booked weeks ago. - I am sorry.

It's unforeseen circumstances. It's a change of plan.

And you came all the way to the hotel to tell me that?

No. I came to tell you that the mission has been brought forward.

You got a 10K tab.

We might bump into some of your ETN pals, get in a fire fight,

not get any grub for days.

- So neck it! - But indigestion...

- Mother said running after eating... - Your mother?

Well, I'm your mummy now. Eat your scoff, be a good boy.

Right, move! Move! Go! Go! Go!

Move, move, move!

Go, Black Troop!

Morning, Patrick. What's going on?

Scoot-and-shoot competition, sir. Ten clicks then targets.

A scientific evaluation of different training methodologies.

- Well, they made it. - Taken their time.

- Pick it up. - Leave him. I'm his sergeant.

and he carries his own rifle.

Miguel! (Speaks Spanish)

Vamos.

- This way. - Chill out.

Look, there's a hill. That way's a valley.

And that's where we're going. Valley. Much easier.

- The sergeant says this way. - You're the sergeant.

Make a tactical decision based on the situation on the ground.

- Get it? - Si.

Good lad. Come on.

- OK. - Guggy, come on.

Vamos.

Your lot must've got lost, sir.

Here they come.

You, come here.

- Come on, Louis. - Here you are, mate.

Come on.

(Shouting)

Get the rope back! Get the rope back!

I'm dead.

Get up and move.

- Don't you get tired? - No, never tired.

- Get up! - You're not scared?

No.

Move!

Maybe scared of one thing. I'm scared of letting my mates down.

And I don't want to be the one that failed them.

- Now, get up. Come on. Come on! - Miguel.

- The other battalion are coming. - Quickly!

- Nice try, Louis. - Go! Go, go, go!

- Come on, Guggenheim! - Move, move, move!

Move it! Come on!

Remember, each man must hit at least one target.

All right, lads.

Deep breaths, Guggy. That's it. Nice and slow. Take your time, that's it.

Take your time.

- Guggy, we need you. - Go on, mate.

Go on, you can do it.

(Becca) That's it.

And again!

Unbelievable.

The definition of a chain being as strong as its weakest link.

Well done, Henno. You win.

Sir.

Timely progress. The operation has been brought forward.

The rebel leader they wish to target will be at the location next week.

Next week?

They've only had a couple of days' training. It's suicide.

We'll do what we can to get them ready, Colonel.

Good.

(Henno) They're all gonna die.

At ease. Stand easy.

Gentlemen, you've achieved a great deal in a very short time.

You should be damned proud.

In recognition of your efforts, I'm giving you the weekend off.

Sir, that is a bad idea.

Taxi.

Right, we have three doubles.

You have to share, sir, and someone has to bunk with Becca.

- I suppose I could slum it. -Well, Finn and me.

I'll take Dave. For safety.

Oh, am I meant to be flattered?

- Offended. - That leaves you and me, Henno.

Too much happiness.

Spot of R'n'R?

Surprising, considering they're going into action in a day or two.

Very surprising, boss.

Oi! I want a word.

You said there weren't any rooms.

Iwondered if you'd mind introducing me to your friend Thirsty?

Fleming's all right. Knows his stuff.

Sort of makes it worse.

I've run this show for so long,

I don't appreciate being ordered around by a Rupert.

All right? What did he want? What did he say?

- I'm not supposed to tell you. - Two beers, please.

Louis, I have a business meeting

and for my safety, maybe because it looks better, I need a bodyguard.

Cash.

(Knocking)

It's open, Sergeant.

I'm leaving in ten minutes if you want to join me.

Are you sure this is the right place?

Funny place to buy furniture.

Just an introduction, you know. A contact for later when...

- Hola. - Hola.

So, you want to make business, huh?

- Yeah. - What quantity?

I just want to establish a contact...

$2,000.

I don't want to buy. I didn't think...

Do you want this or are you wasting my time?

Huh?

(Shouting)

Ah, shit!

- (Helicopter) - Chopper!

That's the garlic dog's-breath we're meant to be attacking.

We'll defend where the attack's meant to come from but nowhere else?

Looks like they know what they're doing.

And all very laid back.

I did not know.

I was not there for the drugs.

Do you think I'm stupid?

You have a choice.

$5,000 fine or 20 years in prison.

Here is only $1,200.

- Yeah, but there is a credit card. - Yes.

Good. We go to bank.

You, you have no card. How will you pay?

- Get the money from his card... - Well, I don't know.

You're kidding me? You get me into all this...?

I don't have the credit. But when they let me go,

I get you out, OK?

What?

You're leaving the regiment after this?

- Who said I was? - Louis.

- I hate sloppy goodbyes. - Aye.

(Phone)

Mum? It's me, Clive.

- Clive... - No, shh. Listen.

I need your help. I'm in Bogota.

Bogota. Listen. I need you to get me a phone number.

Right.

(Speaks Spanish, phone rings)

Guggenheim.

Si

(Speaks Spanish)

Bastards!

(Spanish)

(Television blaring)

..two, three.

Silly boy walked into his own booby trap.

- Brilliantly executed. - Thank you, sir.

Better move. Quick, we've got a taxi waiting.

Thirsty'll be getting anxious.

And thirsty.

(Spanish)

What?

Um...

Becca, you know there are times when...

you see someone differently. Like a kid you were at school with

and suddenly she's not a mate any more, she's...

Grown tits?

No, no, what I meant was...

You want to screw me.

Aye. Um...

I'd like to try.

OK.

Hola!

(Chatter)

The tequila is good, but the worm!

The worm can take you to paradise! Understand? Hallucination.

- You want? - No, thanks, no.

- He's crazy. - I won't have any mescaline, eh?

I have for you cocaine, speed, ecstasy.

I can get you LSD in ten minutes, my friend.

- No? I get you sensi. - No, I'm working, I can't.

Listen, you boys, thank you. The Dog's Bollocks Platoon!

Las bolas del perro!

- What's wrong with yours? - Dave's in mine.

- Your room, then? - What about Fleming?

He's pissed off somewhere with Henno.

I've never done it in a Rupert's bed before.

You...

- Henno's bed? - Oh, yes.

Come on, then, soldier. Don't be shy.

- Thirsty. - All right, Colonel? Boss.

Mate. Sir.

Shit! You'll always be the headmaster to me and that's that.

Get you a drink?

Been

Quiz question. What's Colombia's biggest source of income?

- Cocaine? - No. Two beers.

Foreign aid. Biggest source of cash.

Reconstruction. Health. But mostly military.

Mostly against the drugs trade.

Well...

I never realised that.

I wonder what they'd do for cash if they defeated the FARC mob.

The mob arriving tomorrow, taking your room,

they're an American military-aid delegation.

Are they?

- Nice break, lads? - Yes, boss.

- Drink, Patrick? - Need to take a shower, Colonel.

(Drunken singing)

(Slurred) I...

I can't put this card in my...door.

That's my room. That's my room there.

Busy night?

Attention!

Quick march! Left, right, left, right!

Left, right, left, right, left, right!

Turn! Left, left, left, right, left!

(Henno) Heads up!

Fleming's on his way.

- Wonder what they got up to. - Much the same as us, I guess.

I hope not.

Am I missing something?

Enjoy your time off?

Good. Cos I've got some bad news.

I'm not happy about this and I doubt if you will be,

but they attack tomorrow.

Ha! But that's suicide, sending them in.

- Lambs to the slaughter. - There's no way those men are ready.

- I understand... - It's easy for you...

- Louis! - Enough. I appreciate how you feel.

But while you lot were busy catching some rest,

we have been doing our bit for the Dog's Breath Platoon.

We did a close target recce on the factory.

- Nah. - Yes.

The plan will be amended. You will prepare and brief all troop leaders.

This is done in secrecy, as there may be a security breach.

The real money in cocaine is in the Western world, not here.

Here it's only three per cent of the national income.

Up in the valleys, the only way the farmers can grub a living

is by growing the coca leaf.

They get peanuts for it, then the Yanks come along, spray the crops.

Kids get born with three heads.

Por favor. These chaps who've got my room,

am I right, they are not arriving for another three weeks?

The Americans said they had to come this week. Change of plans.

Gracias.

Right, there'll be no further contact

with the outside world until I give the order.

Sergeant, line them up.

Vamos. (Speaks Spanish)

Listen in. You attack tomorrow.

- What do you mean? - Final briefings and preparations today.

First thing tomorrow morning, we truck out 0530 hours.

Boat pick-up 0620 hours.

Infill 0650 hours.

Attack 0830 hours.

Back home for tea and medals 1300 hours.

That's what I mean.

Time to grow up and be a man.

Juan, strategy meeting with the Captain.

Santa Rosa, comms with Dave.

Miguel, geography with Becca.

The rest of you, a final weapons check with Louis and Finn.

Now, move!

Some people just have that gentle touch.

The front is trenched. Machine-gun points here, here and here.

This means "get down".

Enemy about.

- This means "ambush". - And this means "officer", eh?

Concentrate.

Change rounds.

Guggenheim! Have you learned nothing?

Get it right, lad. Next time, it's for real.

Next time, we won't be there to help you.

(Dogs howl)

They'll lift your mother.

Maybe even torture her.

They won't believe she doesn't know where you are.

Wherever you go, you won't be safe.

You'll be found. Tried.

And shot, up against the wall.

It's true, matey. You'll be shot in cold blood.

This way, you get shot with adrenaline in you.

- Louis! - It's true, you don't feel nothing.

Bit of adrenalin, you won't feel a thing.

Honest.

Right, get up. Come on, Guggenheim.

What are they doing here?

- Got your American pals with you? - No, no, they are settling in.

You'll meet them in the city barracks.

(Speaks Spanish)

Keep it coming. Keep it coming.

Keep it coming.

Keep it coming. Right hand down.

(Cheering)

(Laughter)

Cajones!

(Shouts in Spanish)

Cajones!

Listen up!

Right, Finn, for 15.

Load up with food and liquid.

Louis, the mixture's running a bit rich.

Check the engine out.

It's for calming the nerves, Sergeant.

Hey, Guggy. Mescaline?

- No. - Si. Si.

He like a joke. So he can have a party while we are all being killed.

Juan, Miguel, in the front of the boat.

The rest of you, line up.

Line up. Everyone in.

Platoon.

Platoon, 'shun!

Platoon, wave!

Well, wave, you pillocks, wave!

Wave!

Won't they just drive away?

Not without these two leads, they won't.

Yeah.

- There's a lot more of them. - Are they expecting us?

Not from here.

No.

You, take your team down to the left.

I'II flag right, driving them into their own killing field.

There's a certain poetic justice to it.

- Go in 15. - Roger that.

(Breathing heavily)

Right, stand by.

(Groans)

Louis...

Are you ready?

(Distorted laughter)

(Distorted) All call signs, stand by.

(Echoing) Stand by.

(Echoing) Go...

(Groans)

Grenade!

Oh...

Romeo One, Zero Alpha, this is Zero Alpha.

Third firing point, five-zero metres, at 0100.

Cover. Over.

Romeo One, Zero Alpha. Roger that. On our way. Out.

Move! Move!

You all right?

Please... Start opening doors for me and I'll stick an RPG up your arse.

Move!

Romeo One Zero, position clear.

You are free to move out.

Good work, soldier.

Romeo One-Two, Romeo One-Two, come in.

Has anybody seen Louis?

We have to move. OK?

- Let's go. - In twos.

Becca.

Move!

Louis! Louis!

Louis, que pasa? Que pasa?

I'm...

We need... We need to get closer to God.

Go, go, go! I'll cover.

Move it!

(Shouting in Spanish)

- Looks like a film set. - Yeah.

Juan, talk to them.

Find out what this is all about.

(Yells in Spanish)

That's the last of them. Stronghold's secure.

He all right. He just bang his head.

OK, Miguel, go in there and help Juan out.

Si.

What should we make of all this?

I'm not sure. Hopefully, Juan and Miguel will find out for us.

Someone is setting someone up.

- But why? - Don't know, but I don't like it.

They are not FARC. They are AUC.

FARC left-wing, AUC right-wing.

Funded by landlords and drug barons.

What are they doing here?

They are waiting for us.

Pick him up and pose next to him.

We were never here. I need evidence you guys did this.

Do us a favour. Don't get those developed at Boots.

You leaving us?

I found this in one of the trucks.

- Whoa! - Interesting.

That's nice.

We are using the resources to the best of our ability.

Thanks to your generosity,

we are improving training and equipment.

The simple truth is the enemy is expanding faster.

Your children buy more and more drugs.

More and more money and weapons

fall into the hands of the rebels...

Victoria!

Victoria!

Buenas dias.

We approached according to orders from the south-east.

Our close target recce showed this approach to be heavily defended

by mines, booby traps and machine-gun emplacements.

I therefore ordered the men to effect a flanking manoeuvre.

We launched our attack from the north-east ridge.

They were not expecting us.

It was a total success.

Captain Fleming.

(Fleming) Thank you, Sergeant.

The men took these photographs at the scene.

- As you can see... - What?

That little thing between you and Finn, that was a mistake.

Dave, I don't think it's any of your business.

You made a mistake.

..and why, when it was supposed to be left-wing FARC guerrillas,

it turned out to be right-wing AUC militiamen.

I found out that Finn has just signed up for another five years.

Why did Finn tell Louis he's about to leave the army?

We wondered if anybody recognised their leader.

Same man. Only not looking so well.

Louis passes on the secret to me and you.

And you believed Louis.

Now, why was your deputy Ernesto out there with the AUC,

waiting for your men to attack him?

An attack designed to be a massacre

and due to coincide with the arrival of the American delegation,

an attack brought forward by three weeks

when the delegation was brought forward by three weeks.

Might it be that you hoped to say to this delegation

that despite your men being trained

by the world's most elite fighting force,

you continue to struggle against the might

of the Communist cocaine producers,

and you need more money, please?

- Patrick. - Colonel.

They found this briefcase at the factory.

Identical to one you gave me.

What about yours? Show us what is in yours.

Ha!

So you have emptied all the cash that I gave you, eh?

I cashed it in.

Banker's draft.

Made out to the SAS. All above board.

What really sickens me, Sefior Mejia,

is how you can allow a bunch of AUC militia

to kill your own men.

I don't have to listen to this nonsense. We are leaving.

Nice work, gentlemen.

(Becca) Cheers, mate.

Come here. Wahey!

- I'm really gonna miss you, mate. - (Finn) Can I give you a hand, Becca?

- Is he all right? - Yeah, it's a tummy bug.

It's a great Ieveller.

Where does it hurt? Hmm?

You think you've been very clever.

But believe me, boy, you've been very...

- (Groans) - Very, very stupid.

You tell anyone and I'll cut them off.

The next person to get screwed in this troop

will be you...by me.

You're on a warning. Understood?

- Oh... - Up you come.

Attention!