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(Speaks Pashto)

(Yelling)

Come on! Downstairs! Now! Down, down!

(Yelling)

(Whistle)

That your usual time for clearing a house?

No, sir, if I fart, I usually clear it quicker.

Don't get smart, Louis. Get better.

(Gunfire)

Right. Set up again. Next pair.

- How was that for you? - Fine, sir.

Enjoyed every minute.

Right, listen in.

I hate to say it...

...but he's right. We need to be quicker.

Speed kills.

Sir! Why don't you and I show them how it's done?

Excuse me, Colonel.

You get the bag, Louis. Let's see how you like those stairs.

(Phone rings)

MC.

Sir.

When?

No problem.

- Becca. - Yeah?

Right, let's do it.

Each of you has been chosen for a special mission.

A mission of complex organisation, communication,

and devastation.

Each of you will be a team leader.

Each of you will find the glory of being a martyr.

Allah, in his wisdom, has chosen you to die.

Our mission is a coordinated attack against the West,

to destroy them in the same way they destroy us.

At exactly the same time across America and Europe,

we will blow up economic targets in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles,

Rome, Madrid, Paris,

and London.

We'll bring the infidels to their knees.

Move, move, move, move! (Yelling)

(Yelling, screaming)

(Whistle)

- Six seconds faster. - Shit.

That's how I want it done.

Oi! What about me?

You were so good, you get to do it again.

0h, leave it out, Henno. Do me a favour, will you? Come off it.

Morning, Noel.

Ashley.

Good Lord! Bob Schulman.

- What are you doing here? - Same as you.

Same as you.

The Secretary of State is ready for you now, gentlemen.

- Morning, Minister. - Morning, Mr Secretary.

- I'll let you debrief, Staff Sergeant. - Sir.

That was better.

But we need to keep the concentration levels up.

Fleming's all over us like a rash.

We're good... But we need to be excellent.

What are they doing here? The glory boys.

- Yanks. - They're not all bad.

See the lieutenant?

I once did some training at a camp down in Kentucky.

His name's Pincher.

Those boys are Green Berets, US Special Forces.

- So why the company? - You'll find out soon enough.

You're to report to the Colonel. 1600 hours.

Come.

What's happening, sir? I see the cavalry's in town.

All in good time, Henry. Patrick...

Take them next door. Make the introductions.

Colonel.

Gentlemen.

Staff Sergeant Henno Garvie and Red Troop.

- Gentlemen. - Louis Hoffman.

- Howdy. - Dave Woolston.

Becca Gallagher.

Do you have a problem?

No, ma'am. I have no problem at all.

- And Finn Younger. - Still on the whisky, Finn?

How many times did I tell you, it's not whisky, it's Talisker?

He introduced Scotch to Fort Campbell. I still got the headaches!

So, you're The Assassin?

Over here he's a sniper and he's more than a match for you.

Yeah? Well, we'll see.

Sergeant McMullin.

- Do you have a first name? - We work on a last-name basis.

Good to meet you, Garvie.

Weaver, you've met. This is Fender.

Y'all.

Barbella. And Ritzik.

You ever need someone to get you out of your hole, I'm your man.

A wise guy.

All got to know each other, Henry?

I think we all know where each one of us is coming from, sir.

Excellent.

This is Colonel Bob Schulman.

My other half in Fifth Special Forces Group.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Right, briefing room.

Muhammad Hassan.

27-year-old engineering graduate from Islamabad.

Originally recruited into aI-Qaida

on the back of the Kashmiri struggle with India.

He's a communications expert

and heading to the top of the new leadership post-9111.

Recently, he crossed the border from Pakistan to Afghanistan.

How do we know? GCHQ picked up an increase in shortwave signals

from a satellite phone.

Voice imaging confirmed it to be Hassan.

Its location?

The White Mountains in Afghanistan.

Satellite surveillance also picked up this.

- It wasn't there a month ago. - A new training camp.

Exactly. After the military operations in Tora Bora, aI-Qaida moved out.

Now, it seems, they're back.

And if Hassan has gone in, it can mean only one thing.

A communications training camp.

Intelligence suggests that they're planning another 9/11-type operation.

This is the man that we believe authorised Madrid and London.

Why not just drop some metal on it from 12,000 feet?

Because it isn't just the training camp we want.

Hassan was almost picked up on a sweep on Peshawar.

They missed him by ten minutes.

The politicians don't want to miss him again.

And there's one other thing.

(Dempsey) MIG and CIA want his laptop.

Apparently, wherever he goes, it goes with him.

Our sources say it contains

the whole network and communication structure of aI-Qaida.

That's why we want you on the ground, Garvie.

Bin-Laden might be head of aI-Qaida

but Hassan is its new heart.

Without him, they can't pump the oxygen around the rest of the body.

Dead or alive, sir?

Preferably alive.

He has a room reservation at Guantanamo Bay.

Since when have we needed help on a snatch squad?

Since Blair started playing footsie with George W.

Yeah? But look on the bright side.

We have women on this operation.

I think they need bringing down a peg or two, don't you?

Be honest, Garvie. You hate these joint ops as much as I do.

What we think is irrelevant. I'll do what I'm told to do.

And...try and make it look like you did a half-decent job.

Garvie, I think we can do business.

Henry.

Sergeant McMullin.

All right.

- The intelligence is solid. - Where have we heard that before?

This isn't Iraq, Lieutenant. This intelligence is completely reliable.

I know it's a joint op, sir, but who is OIC?

Equal manpower, similar rank. One of us has to give the orders.

- It's my call. - It's still their war on terror.

Is that the same in every department?

We need the SAS's expertise. We couldn't do this without you.

We have experience in the mountains.

Just to be clear, sir, I am taking orders.

Yes, Patrick.

Unless Lieutenant Pincher delegates it, you all are.

With respect, sir, since when have we been subservient to anyone?

Since now, so get used to it.

You pull these troops together not divide them. Understood?

Happy families you want, happy families you'll get.

- Do you mind? - PSG.

Range one click.

In one. I've heard a lot about you.

- You as hot as they say? - Hotter.

- So what do you use? - L97.

- I can be 500 metres further away. - (Becca groans)

Sometimes you want a real man with a real weapon.

What sort of weapon do you have in mind?

One with a much bigger calibre than yours.

- How big's your barrel, Finn? - Oh, big.

Hey, I told you, no one touches my kit. Especially not you.

- Oi! What's that meant to mean? - Didn't mean nothing.

You know what? I think you have an attitude problem.

Yeah. Big problem.

What's up, Louis? Someone invade your territory.

- He's funny, isn't he? - Hey, man, what did I say?

You got a mouth, I'm gonna fill it.

(Indistinct yelling)

- See you in training, boy. - Whenever you want! Come on.

Now!

Come here. You couldn't fight a fart in a paper bag.

I'll tell you, I'm gonna have him!

Shh...

- Right, what have we got? - Sniper sights.

Nice work!

US standard issue. Global positioning system.

Mess tin.

- Classic. - Torch.

Wait, wait.

And a boot!

- Left or right? - Right.

- Excellent. Dave? - Um... Sorry, guys.

- Dave, you weren't trying. - Um...

Maybe a...

The winner!

- Where's my other boot? - You got my sights?

Where the hell's my Mini Me?

Limey took my shades.

Er... Lost property, Sarge.

All right, well done but from now on, the fun and games are over.

Dune buggies will be there in half the time.

- Can they handle the terrain? - Yeah.

Everyone will hear us for five miles.

Sound bounces up and down these valleys.

With the shepherds' Chinese whispers, Hassan will be long gone.

This needs to be silent running.

(Chatter)

Don't get up. Evening.

How's the ground plan?

We need a drop two valleys south of the camp.

That way, we can cut off any retreat back into Pakistan.

- Vehicles? - On foot.

Good. Cos tonight you fly to Oman.

From there, we'll parachute you into Afghanistan.

- (Knocking) - Come.

You look troubled. Sit.

I'm not sure I am up to the task you require of me.

What concerns you, Benali? Death?

No, Allah has chosen me.

I don't want to fail you.

- What if I'm arrested before the task? - You were born in Britain.

Educated in Britain. Your family still lives there.

That's why you were chosen.

Don't think of failure and you will succeed.

Where's Ritzik?

Don't tell me he's gone AWOL...

(Tuts)

Oh, dear. You trying to avoid the party?

Just shut your mouth and help me up.

Whatever you do, don't cut me down.

- You married? - What is this, Jerry Springer?

I wondered who'd miss you if you died.

You would.

You know why you hate me? Because we're the same.

What are you waiting for?

Come on!

- What the hell are those fires? - Nomadic shepherds.

Camped up for the night. We'll have to weave our way through.

- Where did you find him? - Just hanging about.

What's up with this? Either it's bust or wrong.

What position do you have?

Bad news, guys. We're not where we think we are.

We're two valleys north of the training camp, not south.

Wouldn't have happened if we'd had a British pilot.

Just play the cards you're dealt.

- So how far? - Two nights' tab to the training camp.

30 miles till we lay up for the day.

Hmm. Five hours till dawn.

- Louis, you tailgate. - Ritzik, you're with him.

Let's move.

You gonna be able to keep this up?

I can keep it up all night, unlike you.

Left or right, sir?

High ground to the north.

South.

So much for the special relationship.

Dry rations?

Old-fashioned, don't you think?

Not all progress is good.

What happens when your widget fails?

I get food poisoning.

What is it with you and the Captain?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Garvie...

I'm a sergeant, you're a sergeant, we're both meat in the sandwich.

You might fool the other guys.

But I know a man with hurt pride when I see one.

- What I think doesn't matter. - No.

But don't think you have to prove anything.

They respect you, Garvie, whether you're top dog or not.

- What's in that? - Haven't you heard?

American army can't fight without Tabasco.

May I? This tastes like shit.

No, I still don't get it. How does apples become stairs?

- It rhymes. - No, it doesn't.

Apples rhymes with schlappels, no way does it rhyme with stairs.

It's word association then it rhymes. Apples and pears, stairs.

Butcher's hook, look. Oily rag, fag.

Fag?

All right, so maybe Cockney rhyming slang wasn't such a good idea.

You know what?

I don't have any problems with women in the army.

Really?

No, ma'am.

I'm not like Barbella.

You won't find me giving you a hard time.

I'm more than happy to have you die alongside me.

But...l do have a problem with some folks, though.

What about him?

I'm not a racist, but when it comes to a firefight,

you wonder whose side they're really on.

You're talking about a friend of mine.

I would rather have him alongside me than you any day.

We're relieving you.

Good. I'm not sure I could stand the smell.

Becca, what was that about?

Nothing.

(Hassan) Trust is the key to our success.

You must trust yourself and your brothers.

You must also never fear death.

- You trust me, Benali? - Yes, Hassan, I do.

No, Hassan.

Good! In pairs, trust each other.

We have contact.

- AI-Qaida? - Wait.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Let them pass.

- They'd be dead before they know it. - When they don't return home,

the word will spread and we'll have an entire Afghani village on us.

Ritzik. You heard the man. Let them pass.

If they spot us, you can kill them.

- Goat herders. - Have they spotted our position?

Should we move our LAP?

No, it's too risky.

Close but no cigar.

Let's pack up. We got half an hour of daylight left.

We move when it gets dark.

We need to be in position above the target before dawn.

You heard the Lieutenant.

America.

France.

Italy.

Spain.

Britain.

Each of you now has a telephone.

At the appointed time, when you are in position,

call the first number programmed into the phone's memory.

That telephone number is my computer modem.

When all have been received,

the computer will send a coordinated signal to the explosive device

and trigger the bombs.

Each of you will be reunited

and meet Allah at exactly the same time.

Erm... Where will you be? Alongside us?

In spirit, yes. I will have the computer waiting for your call.

What if one of the phones fails to ring into the computer?

The mission still goes ahead but glory is denied to one of you.

It won't be me.

(Dogs howl)

Welcome to hell, sir.

For them or for us?

Both.

We have an hour before first light. I want three ops groups of four.

We lay up all day. I wanna know positions and numbers.

I wanna know where Hassan is.

Tango Group: McMullin, Gallagher, Woolston, Fender.

Head of the valley.

Foxtrot Group: Garvie, Ritzik, Hoffman, Younger.

Mouth of the valley.

Sierra Group: Barbella, Weaver, Fleming and myself.

- We'll remain here. - Radio silence.

Yeah. Rendezvous back 1830.

Good luck.

Got him. Front row, no beard.

One squeeze.

Alive, Finn.

You know that Muslims believe at the point of birth,

Allah decides exactly how and when they should die?

Yeah, well, it isn't today.

Anyway, this isn't about religion.

It's about hatred.

There's 42 at prayer, 15 guards.

- Bound to be more inside. - More than we thought.

They outnumber us at least six to one.

Should be a fair fight, then.

(Laughs)

They got a supply route across the mountains.

Could even be some caves.

Which one of you led a team at Tora Bora?

- Me. - Good.

If we come across any caves, you're our man.

That is typical, isn't it?

You get us to do all the hard work

then you simply collect the medals.

- That is why we're here, isn't it? - We saved you in two world wars.

And as I recall, you came in late for both of them.

At Tora Bora, I was part of a team following bin Laden.

Now, we were on him, we had him.

Do you know what I was allowed to do? Absolutely nothing.

I had that man in the cross-hairs

but I was not allowed to pull the trigger. Why?

Because I had to give it to you guys.

You just have to have the glory, don't you?

Two whole days I waited for US Special Forces.

By the time you arrived, he was gone.

You know why?

Some fool gave our boys the wrong coordinates.

- Learn how to read a map next time. - That's enough.

- Boy don't like it? Go home. - All right. Knock it off.

Both of you.

The bunker seems to be Hassan's quarters.

He's been seen coming and going from there all day.

He has four armed guards with him at all times.

Anyone see him with the laptop?

Must be in his quarters.

There are four sentry positions.

Here, here, here and here.

And we estimate a total of 90 men inside the camp.

Three times the number we expected.

There is no way we can achieve our objective going in under darkness.

That many people, we'd either lose Hassan

or there's a good chance we'd lose half of us.

I agree.

Going in's no longer an option.

- What do you think, Fleming? - It's your call.

We reduce their numbers. Ambush.

In daylight. We call in an airstrike at dawn.

So do exactly what we were ordered not to do?

Plans change.

That increases our chances.

We'll split into pairs, cover the valley.

As the airstrike hits, it drives them out.

In the chaos, we move in. Identifying Hassan will be easier in daylight.

What if he gets hit in the airstrike?

It's a risk we take. But I'd rather sacrifice him than any of you.

Who protects the ravine?

Louis and Ritzik. Dave and Becca.

That's your job.

"I just love the smell of death in the morning."

So, you want yourself a little snipers' competition?

I'd never demean the sanctity of human life with a wager.

Besides, I like to concentrate on staying alive.

Everybody on board?

Any questions?

I'II radio in the coordinates for the airstrike.

We move into position overnight. Be ready to attack at first light.

Time check.

It's a beautiful night.

Allah's reward. Your attitude pleases him.

We should get some sleep.

We have a long day tomorrow.

(Mouths)

(Distant rumbling)

Hey, Ritzik.

Keep them, man. They look better on you, anyhow.

(Rumbling)

J“ Oh, happy day!

J“ Oh, happy day, when Jesus washed

J“ When Jesus washed...

You know,

I think you are the most annoying individual I have ever come across.

Well, now. Coming from you, that's a compliment.

"All call signs, hold your fire.

"Stand by."

ETA 15 seconds.

The part I hate most.

Like a couple of old sportsmen.

Always easier to play than to watch.

(Helicopter)

Watch out!

Whoo-hoo!

Inside!

Let's move.

If I don't survive, don't let anyone get this.

Take it to Islamabad. The internet coffeehouse at Kohsar market.

- Understand? - You will survive.

- As Allah is my witness... - Remember.

Today is not the day that Allah will call you, either.

No, this way.

- Clear! - Clear!

No laptop. Let's go.

Out on the right. That's it.

I have the x-ray. Confirm, I have the x-ray.

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

Listen up. Ritzik has contact. All right, let's move.

(Helicopter)

Follow me!

Yanks!

No, man, no!

Hurry! Go, I will defend you! Go!

Thank you, my brother.

Careful, follow where I walk. We laid mines.

Come in, One-Four. You see him?

- Negative. - Right.

See if this helps. Out.

- Well? - No!

Great, that was really worth risking my life.

You know what? If he wasn't in the army, I think he'd be a serial killer.

"Zero Alpha, Romeo One-One. Target x-ray has entered the ravine system."

- "We're pinned down by a sniper." - This is Zero Alpha.

Support is on its way. You heard him, let's go!

Lieutenant!

We'll try and draw the sniper's fire. Think you can hit him from here?

Just watch me.

You were taking too long.

- Oh, goddamn it. - Shit!

- How? - Blue on blue.

- Apache strafed our position. - A complete waste.

What do you want to do? The target's getting away.

Call in an air crew. Have him taken home.

These mountains are full of sympathisers.

You'll risk an air crew to take his body home?

Obviously, not now, Captain. We'll come back for him.

Our target is escaping. Our rendezvous may not be back here.

You cannot change the entire mission for one dead man.

We take our dead home, sir.

Under normal circumstances, so do we.

But this is an extreme situation.

What happens if the locals get to him before we come back?

Do you want Ritzik's head paraded through the streets,

his body dragged behind a 4x4?

Far better that we deal with him now.

What are you suggesting?

White-phos his body. That way, there is nothing left for them to play with.

- Finn, you know how we work. - Yes, sir.

- I'm with Henno on this. - We don't have time for this.

- Divide his ammo. - Sir!

Fender, that's an order.

If you want, I'll do it.

Finn, this is your department.

Sir, it's the right thing to do.

Dear Lord.

We commend to you the soul of our friend here.

You were a good man. I liked you.

May you, heavenly father, protect, guide and comfort him

and forgive him the sins of this world.

Amen.

- Where did Hassan go? - The ravine.

Him and several others.

We're not following? Why don't we go up and over the top?

Because the target didn't go over the top.

Where he goes, we go.

You have authority and control, Captain Fleming.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

OK, troop. Let's move.

Don't stop. Keep going. This way takes us across the mountains.

It's me they're after!

I don't like it. It smells like an ambush.

- Agreed. - Spread out.

Dave, get yourself up here.

- What do you think, mate? - Perfect place to leave a present.

It's your show. You take point, we'll cover.

Single file. Walk where I walk.

Henno.

- Can we just step over it? - Are you kidding?

So what do you suggest?

We go around. See?

Footprints. That's what they did.

Roger that.

Up the side. Watch your footing.

How much goddamn time are we losing?

The shortcut is through the middle if you like.

Ten metres across, then down.

- I'm sure they're closing. - Almost there. We can't waste time.

If I wanted a geography field trip, I'd go to the Wye bloody Valley.

I need you to give us time.

- What about me? - Not you. You're coming with me.

What the hell is that?

It's an abandoned hydroelectric plant.

Built by the Russians, continually blown up by the Mujahideen.

Looks like that's the way they're headed.

Good work, Dave. Lieutenant, it's over to you.

(McMullin) You sure they came this way?

(Henno) Oh, yeah.

- Do you see them? - Not yet.

All right, let's do it. Prepare to move. Move!

- I make it four. - Affirmative.

All right, let's do this. Preparing to move. Move in!

Prepare to move. Move!

Move!

Move!

Boss! Boss!

Don't shoot!

Let's go.

Heads up. Watch your feet. Especially you, Fender.

Dave, check forward. Becca, cover.

Where the hell are we?

The good news is we're still in Afghanistan.

- What's the bad news? - Across the river is Pakistan.

There's a village beyond the ridge.

We've lost him across the border.

So what do you have in mind, sir?

Dave! Becca, don't move. There's never just one.

- How bad is it? - My back.

I didn't take the full force.

Must've hit a pressure wire.

Right, let's just take it nice and easy.

Salaam aleikum.

(Speaks Pashto)

- (Man replies in Pashto) - Muhammad Hassan.

(Becca) All right, I'm going to take the pain away now.

- How is it? - You'll live.

But this is as far as you go.

Drink up, Dave.

- Becca. - No, thanks.

There you go. You all right?

So what do we do now? Hang around and take holiday snaps?

- Not a lot we can do. - We've come all this way

- just to turn around? - We can't cross the border.

- Since when? - Since the fall of 2004.

The protocols for the Afghan war were rescinded.

- By whom? - By the Pakistan government.

Cross and it's a military incursion into a sovereign state.

I don't remember no protocols

when they flew into the World Trade Center.

He's right.

Do you think Hassan showed his passport?

You expect me to shrug and go home? Get him.

You're not calling the shots, Louis.

So who would know? Who would know we crossed the border?

Lieutenant, I know the United States has

a cavalier attitude to foreign policy,

but you cross that border then you will do it alone.

I will have no option but to report it in my debriefing.

Do I make myself clear?

What side of the fence do you sit on, Garvie?

As I recall, sir, our remit was to operate in Afghanistan.

Until that changes, we stay this side of the river.

You do know it could take days to get authority?

Our target is in that village. Wait and Hassan will be long gone.

With respect, sir, 9/11 apart...

..it's bad manners for anyone to assume they own the world.

We abort or we get authority. It's your call. You're in charge.

Finn?

Barbella, give me the sat phone.

As you said, they cannot cross the border.

We need food.

- (Knocking) - Any news?

We've lost one of our men, one of yours is injured,

and they haven't even got Hassan.

- Where is he? - They want permission to follow him.

- He's crossed into Pakistan. - Damn!

A year ago, it wouldn't have been a problem.

A year ago, they would've begged us.

Tempting though it is, we can't allow it, Bob.

Not even as a deniable operation on their own initiative.

How long has it taken to get Pakistan on side?

I know, Aidan, you're right.

If it was just you British, it would be different.

But if it goes wrong, it could turn into a full-scale international incident.

I'll tell them no.

Who did you lose?

Ritzik. And Dave Woolston's your casualty.

- Sorry. - Bombs and bullets. People die.

That's good. No fever, no infection.

Here.

If you were Hassan, would you still be there?

It depends. If I felt safe, I'd stay.

Unsafe, I'd have been gone hours ago.

Hmm.

Let's say he knows we can't cross the border.

He thinks he's safe.

Which means he's probably still there.

- Louis. - Yeah?

See if you can pick up any signal from across the border.

No problem.

Why rush a good meal, huh?

If they were coming, they would've been here by now.

Why don't you think they have found brother Osama?

Because borders are the enemies of all armies.

To my country. Pakistan!

What's the matter? The mission still goes ahead.

It's delayed, yes, but we still have to teach them.

They only learn to respect us when their people die.

It makes me nervous, knowing they're there.

- They cannot cross the border. - I'll be happier when we leave.

When are they coming for us?

Pass me the satellite phone.

- Salaam aleikum. - "Wa-aleikum assalaam."

Islamabad, sahar.

Yes, Islamabad, just after dawn will be fine.

Don't forget, we're at the schoolhouse.

Wa-aleikum assalaam.

- "Wa-aleikum assalaam." - Henno!

A call. He wants transport to Islamabad at first light.

- They're at the schoolhouse. - How far is that village?

- Did you check it on the map? - About two miles.

We could be in and out in just over half an hour.

Just got a message back from Control in Oman.

Permission to cross the border denied. Abort the mission.

Thank you, Finn. That makes things much clearer.

He must be expecting some kind of transport to pick him up.

Becca, what's our exact position, according to GPS?

I don't know, sir. The GPSs aren't picking us in the mountains.

So, it would be very easy to get lost and not know your exact position.

- Wouldn't you say? - That's right.

GPS, this kind of terrain, you could be anywhere.

- You might be in Afghanistan. - Or Pakistan.

So...do we do this on our own

or do we wake them up?

Stand to.

McMullin, we're lost.

What?

You have control.

If it goes wrong, you Brits have a better relationship with Pakistan.

Who says we're going to Pakistan?

OK?

I want a chopper to rendezvous here in 40 minutes.

Oi! Don't go anywhere without us.

- Good luck, guys. - Oi, prepare to move.

Move!

You're a clever man, Benali.

Perhaps Allah might prefer you to serve him in other ways.

I thought Allah chose me to be a martyr.

Oh...

You have many talents. We need people like you.

The trains and planes will explode with or without you.

With each bullet, the Americans recruit suicide bombers for Europe,

for Israel, for New York.

Perhaps the place for you is with me.

Serving any way I can...

..will be an honour.

Fender, we need your firepower. Weaver, Barbella, you're with him.

Gun position here. Defend our backs.

When we come back through, you take out anything following.

Then quick retreat after us. Understood?

Understood.

(Engine starts)

You guys take him. We hear this is your area.

Hassan! The trucks are here.

Benali, the truck is here.

- You're coming with me. - Nothing could stop me.

Clear!

Stop! He's one of ours!

That's our agent. His name's Benali.

(Groans)

You OK?

Move!

Move!

Get up!

Welcome to Afghanistan.

(Groans)

- Good job, Henno. - Couldn't have done it without you.

- Anyone here ever been to Pakistan? - Not that we know of.