Tiger One. All set. Over.
Redwood One.
Copy. All set.
On my command.
Three, two, one, go.
Cover! Cover!
Move!
Go, go, go!
Go, go! Get the hostages! Get down!
Move out!
Quick, move!
Come on, guys! Let's go!
Hustle! Man down! Come on!
Get him up. Come on.
Let's move them out, come on! Let's move it!
Come on, hurry up!
Quick!
Here! Need some help here!
- Medic! - Medic!
There's a man still out there, sir.
Sir.
Come on, Mateo, let's go.
Come on. I think we can make it back.
Close the door.
Get the medics in reception. We got injured.
- You all right, sir? - Oh, God, my leg.
- You'll be fine. - I need morphine.
- Are you okay? - Take it easy, take it easy.
- Baldwin, get the medics. - Sir.
And secure the compound.
- Keep on holding, Mateo. - Move!
Suck it up.
It's great to have you back barking orders...
but we need intel faster than they need a Band-Aid.
- You two are reporters, right? - Yeah.
How many troops did they bring to the palace?
Fifty, a hundred, I have no idea.
We were filming and then they came after us and we just ran.
And the rest of the Civic Guard?
There were these men arriving in trucks carrying AK-47 s and they fired at them.
- You recognize firearms? - Research is part of my job.
Okay, good. What other equipment did you see?
- Did they have tanks? - No tanks.
- Any heavy armory? - No. We just saw trucks.
What about the leader, Tavarov? Did he try to hurt you?
Did he say he planned to shoot you?
No. The opposite. He said he would be happy to release us.
I want to see both of you in my office when you're finished.
Gunny.
What's General Borgov's position?
He's still 120 miles away.
With heavy armor, I'd say, three and a half hours.
They're still mopping up the dead out there.
Corporal Chevanton puts their casualties at 25 dead, 12 wounded.
That will not stop Tavarov.
No, he'll know help is on its way. It's just going to speed things up.
He'll hit us with everything they've got.
Unless we give them what they want.
- Gunny? - Sure.
I'll give them what they want. So long as they want hell.
Marine's balls for frigging brains.
Hey, we got the hostages back, didn't we?
Keenan.
Your mandate here is not to turn this into the Alamo.
Great movie.
Sure. But everybody died.
We got Texas, didn't we?
Sir, we've got movement.
Yes, we have all that under control now. Yeah.
Can you guys...
Incoming!
Post Five has been hit. They got the comms array.
- The comms are out. - We need to update Washington.
See if they can give us something else. Come on, move.
- I'll have to rig the Satphone. - Let's go.
Just be a minute.
Got a lock.
Washington. Do you copy? Over.
This is General Anderson. Copy that.
Yeah. Patch me through to the Secretary of State.
This is Secretary Hammond.
What is your current situation? Over.
Sir, militia forces destroyed our communication center.
Sir, Mr. Secretary, this is Frank Gaines, CIA.
We are outnumbered by over 20 to 1 at the moment.
We have no cover on three sides...
and the militia may have seized government tanks and heavy weapons.
- Yeah, but... - Sir, with relief forces still hours away...
and General Borgov's army out of contact...
I strongly urge that we reconsider the plan to evacuate...
and take advantage of imminent night cover.
That's an opinion which I cannot support, sir.
Would you stand by for a moment, Commander Keenan?
Sir, I think you should take a look at this.
Gentlemen, we have a problem here.
Commander Keenan.
This department has not received official notification...
that you've replaced Captain Baldwin as acting Deputy Chief of Mission. Over.
I'm not getting you, sir.
The cable replacing Captain Baldwin...
as acting Deputy Chief of Mission was never sent.
Officially, he is in charge, not you.
I am hereby ordering you to assist him...
in any way you can.
Could you put Captain Baldwin on the line?
This is Captain Baldwin.
What is your assessment of the merits of an E&E?
I cannot guarantee the safety of anyone in this facility.
I would therefore agree that evacuation would be advisable.
Captain Baldwin, you are authorized to proceed.
This is Delta 13, we are en route and ETA is three hours. Over.
I heard the staff talking.
- And? - They say we're moving out.
Is that so?
Sam, if we stay, we're dead.
If we go, we're ducks in a shooting gallery.
Well, it's Baldwin's call now.
Michelle, Baldwin is a good guy.
But he's never been in a combat situation.
But this is his turf.
This is your life.
Does it ever occur to you that you might be wrong?
Not this time.
You know, it's okay to run when you have explored all the options.
We'll talk about this later.
I tried to warn you.
We don't have time to build a horse or dig a tunnel.
We don't have to. Someone already did.
Talk to me.
Now, here's a little something for you.
What is it?
Paranoid bastards built all kinds of shit under the city.
Bomb shelters, command posts.
More tunnels than the New York subway.
That's lucky for us.
All stations.
Harry is open. Over.
Birch One to all staff. Initiate final burn.
Just the sensitive stuff. Bag it all. Burn it to the furnace.
Attention all personnel. Please make your way to the first floor lobby...
- and prepare for immediate evacuation. - And then they told me the situation...
All quiet up here.
Stop there.
Tiger One. Transport ETA.
Tiger Two, ready. Out.
Tiger One, tunnel exit located and secure. Over.
Just keep it moving.
Hey, folks, about a quarter mile till we reach open air.
Stay tight.
Come on, let's go.
Look, I'll give you the details of the evac plan...
when we're on the bus and out of the city.
So, if you could just take your place in line.
I'm staying.
That would be contradicting a direct order from the Secretary of State.
Tavarov will want a point of contact inside the embassy.
Let it go, Keenan. Face it, pal, you just weren't up to the job.
Redwood Two. The men are briefed for a tactical withdrawal. Out.
Birch One. Copy that.
Suit yourself, tough guy.
It'll be all right.
This way.
There are two more coming through. Over.
Tavarov's men are still gathering out front.
Right. By the time he's inside, we'll have a half-hour head start.
I'll just divert the Marine Expeditionary Units to the new away point...
and then we chopper out the civilians. Simple.
You made the right decision.
Yeah.
Redwood Two. Clarify status, Tiger One. Over.
Sir.
This way. Keep moving, please.
If you boys go AWOL again...
I'm gonna kick your ass.
Yeah, you get stuck in a hole again, I ain't gonna save your sorry ass.
Follow me.
Let's go.
Redwood Two. Clarify status, Tiger One. Over.
Tiger One. Hatch is open. Over.
Come on.
There it is.
Redwood Two. Go, go, go. Stay low, stay low.
All right, let's get up there and cover.
Come on.
Nice work. Let's get them on the bus.
Go, go.
Redwood Two. Clarify status...
- Tiger One. Over. - Almost there, sir.
This is Birch One. President is en route. Over.
Why don't you attack this Embassy?
What are you waiting for?
Okay. Holding.
Better, better way.
It's not right.
Shit!
What are you doing?
Shit.
Retreat! All back to the Embassy. Go!
Michelle!
Move out!
We've been set up. We've been set up!
Hey, guys! Guys!
Get them out of here!
Move! Go, go!
- Sir, they knew we were coming. - Come on.
Let's move inside.
Back inside.
Go. Let's go!
Move, move, move!
Come on, guys, let's go.
Get the people to the TCU and the President to the ACR.
- Now. Come on, move. - Let's go.
Where's Michelle?
- Where's Michelle? - She's still in the tunnel, I think.
Keenan, don't. It's too late. Leave it, they're gone.
I want this Embassy combat ready in 15 minutes.
You're not in command anymore!
We're talking about lives here.
- Give me five minutes, then seal the tunnel. - Yes, sir.
Don't wait for me.
Michelle.
Sam.
Stay down.
I'll take you out of here.
- Seal the tunnel. - Yes, sir.
Fire in the hole!
Geller is dead.
The Satphone's out. We're cut off.
They knew we were coming. They had to.
- Did we scan everybody? - Everyone who passes the security post.
But it wasn't manned.
Amirev. He's still alive, sir.
This is Delta 13, we are en route. ETA is one hour. Over.
- Mr. President. - Sir.
We believe the militia may have planted a listening device on someone.
They made sure it was someone who made it inside.
Check my men, please.
Clean.
Sir, is there any chance...
that someone in your office could have planted one on you?
Anything is possible.
- Do you mind? - Please.
Nothing.
So, that's everyone.
No. Not everyone.
Deactivated. It's one of ours.
Tavarov has heard everything within 10 feet of you.
How's your head?
Mild concussion.
Sam, I...
Sometimes, life forces you to make a tough call, Michelle.
But those people...
Those poor people.
I know.
That's history.
Maybe it sounds cold, but that's history.
You have to survive to write about it, okay?
I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
Michelle, they'll come at us with everything they've got.
I need to handle this.
Eight marines left.
- How's the morale holding up? - We've got 10 motivated bad-asses, Gunny...
just itching to bring a world of pain to these motherfuckers.
Copy that.
Time to get down and dirty. Keenan wants claymores.
You get a staffer to pass these around. I want metal...
keys, coins, knives, nails and I want them back here, full, in five minutes.
Yes, sir.
You were looking for me?
Sir, I feel I should be relieved of my command.
Officially I don't work here, remember?
We've got Tavarov. On four.
You take it. As far as he and I are concerned you're in charge here.
- Sam Keenan. - Mr. Keenan.
You can end this with no further loss on either side.
Release President Amirev now...
and your people will leave our country unharmed.
The marines and a shit load of tanks are heading your way.
Over.
When they get here, they will be dealing with a new government.
Out.
- Baldwin, are the civilians in the basement? - Yes, sir.
How are we looking?
Bad news, sir. Our perimeter's full of holes.
- And the good news? - The good news?
We gonna teach these mothers a whole new meaning of pain.
Give them hell, Gunny. That's an order.
Yes, sir.
Happy 4th of July, gentlemen.
I suggest you make full use of the right to bear arms.
Got to love that Second Amendment.
- What you doing here? - Sightseeing.
Michelle, go to the basement.
I would, but Mike said he can't find a decent camera angle down there.
Yeah, that, and the lighting sucks.
Intelligent, beautiful, stubborn.
Nice mix.
Sir, should we wait?
No. Attack.
Redwood One to Redwood Two.
They're positioning to attack. Get ready.
Copy that.
At code Baker, followed by your number, hold your fire.
We lure them into the open area...
at which point I will give them their motherfucking bonus.
And we all open up with everything we've got. Over.
Over.
Here we go!
Come on, hurry, hurry. This way. Quicker.
- Go, go. - Come on, keep moving.
Come on, move. Get everyone in the corner over here.
General Borgov is on the secure channel.
Baker Three, Baker Five, Baker Seven.
We're getting in deep. Stand down.
Tavarov, this is General Borgov.
We are nearing your position, and I am ordering you to stand down.
The Army's back.
Withdraw now.
Move back, move back!
Mr. Keenan. Your cavalry has arrived.
You are lucky.
Baker Six, Baker Six. There is a cease-fire.
Militia is falling back. I repeat, militia is falling back.
Binoculars.
General Borgov's regiment. They made it.
Congratulations to your brave marines.
At last, I can release you of this burden, and return to the Presidential Palace.
General Borgov is a personal contact.
It would be a great honor, Mr. President, if I could take his report first hand.
- Very well. - Thank you.
John, I sense a juicy photo op coming up.
Redwood One? Tell your girlfriend to get her cameras fired up.
Over.
Copy that.
In the nick of time, General.
- Good to see you again. - Thank you for coming, sir.
This is Birch One. Militia forces have cut and run.
The Government Square is secured.
Please tell President Amirev his people await his return.
- Out. - Yes!
Oh, shit.
Redwood Three. Return to compound.
The Army's in on this. Fall back, fall back!
Get down!
Move.
Get the President back into the bubble. Now.
Come on.
Anaconda Six to US Embassy. Do you read me? Over.
This is Redwood One, say again. I do not read you. Over.
Anaconda Six. Do you read me? What's your sit-rep? Over.
We've got tanks in front of the Embassy, pounding the crap out of us.
Copy that. Will return the favor.
This is the United States Army.
Stand down, lower your weapons, or you will be fired upon.
Go.
Here.
I'm out.
Get out of here!
Sir.
Where's Sam?
Don't think about it.
Do it.
- Seal this room, soldier. - Yes, sir.
- Keep everybody over the other side, now. - Okay.
Sir, Miss Whitman's not in the TCU.
Here!
Private, bring that stretcher.
Move!
Medic!
Come on.
We need some help here.
Thank you.
Right this way, sir.
- Marine, who's in charge here? - He is, sir.
Commander Keenan. Sit, sir, sit.
Let's get these civilians out of here.
- Go for it, Colonel. - Aren't you coming with us?
That's a no.
- You sure? - Yes, sir.
I'm not going anywhere.
Sir.