(PANTING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING)
(GROANING)
(SHOUTING)
(MEN SPEAK ARABIC)
- (MEN SPEAK ARABIC) - (GUN CLICKING)
Fuck it. OK.
Right.
- Please. Ya'jamah. - Shut the fuck up!
You are making a mistake. I have told you I am a journalist.
You are making a mistake.
MAN: The woman you were with, a journalist too? Huh!
I don't know who you mean.
- Ah. - (BAXTER GASPING)
Don't you know what we do with spies?
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
BAXTER: Please, you are making a mistake. I am Associated Press.
Check my credentials!
Where is the woman?
(MAN SHOUTS)
MAN". Kama“!
(KAMALI SPEAKS ARABIC)
(BEEPING)
- (INSECT BUZZES) - You are making a mistake.
I am a journalist.
I know who you are, Sergeant Baxter.
I know everything.
- (INSECT BUZZES) - (GUN CLICKS)
(# THE HEAVY: Short Change Hero)
# I can't see where you comin' from
# But I know just what you runnin' from
# And what matters ain't the who's baddest
# But the ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder
# When you feel like you're feelin' now
# And doin' things just to please your crowd
# When I love you like the way I love you
# Yeah, and I suffer but I ain't gonna cut you
# Cos this ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero to call home
# Hey, yes
# This ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero to call home. #
(# THE HEAVY: What Makes A Good Man?)
Ha-ha-ha!
Whoa-hoe'.!
# Ain't nothin' wrong with this chemistry
# Ain't nothing wrong with this place for me
# And time tell the place of pedigree
# Experience is another one meant for me
- # To fee'! me now - # Tee'! me now
- # And show me how to understand - #$how me how.-- #
You see, in Britain we have a game called snooker, which is similar in many ways.
It just, er...requires a more skilful and delicate touch.
- Mm. All right, it's all right. - Mm.
Mm.
It's also played on a larger table with much smaller pockets.
So this is, um...easy.
(GASPING)
Mm.
# Now I ain't tired of sweating for blood and dirt... #
- You served? - No, ma'am, I'm an accountant.
Oh, you boys wear it like a badge.
(CLEARS THROAT AND CHUCKLES) I'm on holiday.
(GASPING)
BARTENDER: How far are you going?
Until we run out of road.
(MOANING)
- May you find peace at the end of it. - Cheers to that.
# Tell me now... #
(GROANS) Fuck me.
I love American girls.
Where's that buddy of yours at?
Should probably ask that pretty waitress of yours.
- (GROANS) - BARTENDER: That's my daughter!
- # To understand - # Understand
# What makes a good man?
# Good man
# Yeah
# Good man
# What makes a good man
# Good man... #
(POLICE SIREN WAILS)
Let's have some fun, you said.
Let's get away from it all, you said, yeah? Brilliant.
Michael, you wanted to go for a fucking walk!
Mate, the Camino de Santiago is not a walk.
It's a spiritual pilgrimage. I've told you that.
Hey, you boys, you know that California's a helmet state, right?
Um...no, sir, we weren't aware of that.
- I was. - Huh?
And you've got traffic violations in six other states from here to Alaska.
Only six?
- Are you running from something? - Er...we're just on holiday, sir.
- A vacation. He means vacation. - Vacation.
- Licence and registration. - (HELICOPTER APPROACHES)
Does that belong to you?
Is that Richmond?
It's fucking Richmond!
They're definitely with us.
- Hey, man! - See ya, bud!
(TRAFFIC COP SHOUTS)
- Stand to, sergeants. Leave is over. - What's going on?
What are you talking about? We just got here.
Come on, Michael. Back me up on that.
Look, we're heading south.
- We have plans. - Not any more!
- Why? - What happened?
Baxter's dead!
- What? How? - Come on.
- Briefing en route! - Wait!
Transport waiting at Twentynine Palms air base.
COP: I got a situation here!
(PANTING)
(GASPING)
(SIGHS)
(GAS PS)
Shit!
(CLICK)
(GROANING)
(PILLS RATTLE)
(GAS PS)
(SHOUTING)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Not you, Sankara, you sack of shit!
(GROANS)
- You betrayed me. - No! I swear!
(SCREAMS)
He murdered one of my men.
You give me Kamali, or Hezbollah finds out that you're working for me.
But I'm not.
(CRIES OUT)
You'd better hope they think so!
Colombia! They went to Colombia!
Colombia is a big fucking place!
Kamali is meeting the Gomez cartel and the Russians!
They're about to go to war!
(GROANING)
Put some fucking clothes on. You're disgusting.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS) Ready, Sergeant'?
SCOTT: What is that you're gonna put in my ass?
Yellow fever, tetanus, typhoid.
You're going into the Colombian jungle, Sergeant.
You're gonna be dodging more than bullets.
Seeing as you asked so nicely, Doc. Here you go, man.
There you go.
That wasn't gentle.
- Who's your daddy now? - (LAUGHTER)
(TYPING)
RICHMOND: Major Dalton, they're ready for the briefing now.
(BEEP)
Welcome back, sergeants.
I presume you've heard about Baxter?
Yes, ma'am.
We'll have time to mark his death,
but as it stands we only have a small window of time
to catch the fuck who did it.
Richmond? Whitehall online yet?
Coming up now, Major.
- (BEEP) - SECRETARY: They're ready for you, sir.
Mm? Mm-hm.
- (BEEP) - Major.
Gentlemen.
- Shit. It's Philip Locke. - DALTON: Good evening, Colonel.
- You know him? - No, I know of him.
- STONEBRIDGE: Never met. - Headlines only.
While you two were away on your little soirée,
an operation in Beirut went badly wrong.
Sergeant Baxter's killer is this man.
LOCKE: Leo Kamali. He's a British national, Lebanese heritage.
Kamali is the money man of the al-Zuhari terror network
and the brains of the operation.
Thanks to Kamali, al-Zuhari and his organisation control the supply
of most of the cocaine and heroin going into Europe.
Dalton and Baxter were tracking him and, er...
well,
care to embellish, Major?
Low-level surveillance, intelligence gathering.
DALTON: We got made, somehow.
Can you turn that off?
We get Kamali, we get al-Zuhari himself.
He's the ultimate target of this mission,
and we've never had a chance to get to him before until now.
We have no current intelligence on al-Zuhari's whereabouts,
but thanks to Major Dalton, we know Kamali's currently in Bogota.
But our chance to get him is limited.
DALTON: Colombia is still its usual mess of corruption and violence.
The cartels still have politicians and police on the payroll
so there's no trusting anyone.
Except this woman.
That's Kim Martinez, a DEA agent running a small narco unit in the jungle
near an area controlled by cartel boss Miguel Gomez.
He's the man Kamali's going to meet.
I've worked with Martinez before. She's good.
She's very good.
She'll take you to him.
Richmond will set up the mobile crib at Bogotá air force base. Questions?
Yeah. You want him dead or alive?
DALTON: We want Kamali alive.
With his intel we could cripple al-Zuhari's entire network.
Ag reed.
But if capture's not an option,
kill him.
- Roger that. - SCOTT: Yes, sir.
LOCKE: The holiday's over, lads.
Good luck. Oh, and, Major Dalton?
You know I've been looking for an excuse to get some dust on my boots.
Don't give me one.
No, sir.
If they're bringing Locke into this, it's serious shit.
Yeah? What's his stow?
Philip Locke. He's a special-forces legend.
When I trained at Hereford, he was the man we all wanted to be.
He served in every major theatre for the last three decades.
Rumour has it he was one of the men who went after the IRA on Gibraltar.
Got it.
DALTON: You think they're ready for this?
The Cartels don't screw around. How are they looking?
Better than you, ma'am.
Should be fucking slamming tequilas in Baja right now!
Don't tell me that, Michael!
Shit.
The plan was always to come back to Twenty, right?
Mike?
See you on the ground.
See you around.
- (BIRDSONG) - Go on, say something.
(GRUNTS AND CHUCKLES)
(GRUNTS)
Zero, this is Bravo team.
- (CLICK) - On the ground, finally.
Zero, this is Bravo team. Do you read me?
(RADIO CLICKS AND WHIRRS)
- You got anything? - Nothing.
- Cartel must be jamming the signal. - Yeah.
Moving out.
(BIRDSONG)
(SNAKE HISSING)
Fuck me.
- (WHISPERS) Mike? - (WHISPERS) Yeah.
Psst.
(CHATTER)
Corporal, are we up yet?
We've got comms online in 20 minutes.
- What's the problem? - Signal issues.
- Get it sorted. - Yes, ma'am.
I need the crib operational.
Scott and Stonebridge are in country and need support.
I want their location and I want radio contact.
SCOTT: Dropped in some shit-hole like this.
Huh! Fucking God knows what diseases are around.
To catch some badass hombre...
And for what?
World's just gonna keep on turning.
Some asshole's just gonna replace him.
We're in the badass-hombre-making business, buddy.
Fucking job creators.
Ours is not to reason why.
Well, maybe it's time we started. I'm getting sick of this shit.
Just wanna fucking win, you know?
There's no win, you know that. just a fucking...
What the fuck was that?
- Probably a candiru. - What the fuck's that?
It's a little fish that swims up your cock and drinks your blood.
You can't get it out. It's got barbs.
SCOTT". You fucking kidding me'?
- STONEBRIDGE: No, mate. - We get a vaccine for that?
STONEBRIDGE: You've nothing to worry about, mate.
Cos it'll never find your tiny cock.
Fuck you.
I wanna get out now.
Bravo, this is Zero. Radio check, over.
- (BEEP) - On it.
Bravo, this is Zero. Radio check, over.
STONEBRIDGE: Zero. This is Bravo team. Difficult radio check, over.
We can track you but clear comms are gonna be hard.
You're two clicks south of the rendezvous with Martinez. Good bearing.
- (CHATTER) - (HORNS SOUNDING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(STREET CHATTER)
(VEHICLE PASSING)
(STREET CHATTER)
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(GROANING)
- Who betrayed us? - (GROANING)
Who betrayed us?
Come here, you bitch!
A name. That's all I want from you.
A name.
(MAN GROANING)
Colonel, what does the name Sebastian Gray mean to you?
LOCKE: Gray?
Well, he was with MI6.
He worked out of the Beirut consulate in the '80s,
but when they recalled him, he vanished.
Up until two years ago, he was selling intel to the highest bidder,
but then went to ground when he pissed off the French.
LOCKE: They sent a team in to get him. We thought he was dead.
Yeah, well, I have a pretty strong feeling he isn't. Need to find him.
LOCKE: Well, I'll send you what we can, but it's...it's past its sell-by date
and if you do find him, approach from downwind.
He sees you first, you've lost him.
(BEEPS)
Get me on the next flight to Beirut.
SECRETARY: Right away, sir.
Are you alone?
Hands up.
I take it that weapon's not for fishing?
FISHERMAN: Protection.
Around here you never know when some dumb gringo
will come out of the jungle.
Perhaps I should introduce my friends, eh?
Gentlemen.
You're late.
I thought there was two of you.
There is.
Kim Martinez.
- Even lovelier in the flesh. - Don't try that charm shit on me.
(CHUCKLES)
- This one talk? - When I have something to say, yeah.
Huh!
MARTINEZ: So, you're Colonel Locke's team, huh?
Well, we'd better get you briefed
before you go stumbling into somebody else in the jungle.
Not everybody's as warm-hearted as me.
I like her.
You would.
MARTINEZ: Listen, if you boys want Kamali,
you're gonna have to take him from this guy.
Miguel Gomez, former Colombian police commander.
- He changed sides'? - Huh'. Money“ do that.
Now, Gomez was a brutal cop,
but he is in a whole other league now he's running his own cartel.
Calls himself the jaguar.
All this is his.
It's heavily guarded and patrolled.
But Colonel Locke tells me you guys get the job done.
- Operating behind the lines. - Yep, that's us.
There's a line?
MARTINEZ: Kamali's here only once or twice a year.
We know he's key to moving the cartel's money out of the country.
Now Gomez has called together all the cartel bosses
to meet with the Russian arms dealer.
My guess? It was on Kamali's orders.
(JAGUAR SNARLS)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Gomez's place is two clicks southeast.
Find a suitable OP. Wait till dark.
Sounds like a plan.
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
GOMEZ: Leo.
Miguel, my friend.
It's good to see you. It's been too long.
Seems like you only come to see me now when there are problems.
- Are they all here? - You're the last.
I have entertainment. You didn't need to bring your own puta madre.
(CHUCKLES) Her name is Celine, Miguel, and she is not for the Jaguar.
- GOMEZ: Ha-ha! - (MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)
- Viktor? - Yeah, Viktor is here.
- Not Arkady. - Needn't make it a problem.
We have a lot of unhappy people here, Leo.
We expected the organ grinder, not the monkey.
Sometimes the monkey is easier to control.
Viktor, you remember my friend Leo?
I do.
Do remember me to your father. He's a great man.
It's a shame he couldn't be here.
I speak for my father in all things.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Venga.
Is there a problem, soldier?
Candirus. Those little fish that swim up your...
Not here.
That's the Amazon.
Asshole.
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
I shouldn't be here.
I shouldn't have to be here.
And that I am, must surely tell us
that something is not as it should be.
Our activities are under more scrutiny than ever before.
Every agency, every police force bring their strength against us,
and yet we prevail.
How? Because we are united in our efforts.
Division will destroy us.
Lack of trust will destroy us,
and I will not tolerate it.
Al-Zuhari will not tolerate it.
Who says crime doesn't pay, huh?
I got four on the towers.
STONEBRIDGE: I've got at least six on the ground.
Am I right in believing that Samuel has paid you
for the arms shipment which you agreed to deliver a week ago?
You know where your fucking ship is, and you know why it's not here.
You talk about respect? Two of my best men killed! Huh?
Is this true?
Samuel says that the Russians raped and murdered one of his whores
and he had them killed in return.
- SCOTT: Martinez? - MARTINEZ: Mm?
You wanna take out the guards, cover our exfil?
Why don't I just go in and grab Kamali for you too?
A distraction for our exfil would be great.
You got it.
You got it!
- He gets a "you got it"? - MARTINEZ: He's polite.
Besides, that British accent kills me.
There is a way for us to make peace.
But it is through sacrifice that we progress.
Of course, Viktor, you will deliver the shipment.
I'll ensure Arkady will hear of your diplomacy,
and he'll be proud of his son.
Sammy...
Hey, I'm not going to do a fucking thing.
You will make redress for your actions
and we will all learn a new respect.
(SAMUEL CHOKING)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
So, let's go in soft, let's grab Kamali and let's leave.
- Try not to start a war, yeah? - (SCOTT LAUGHS)
Copy that.
(DISTANT CHATTER)
(CHATTER FROM HOUSE)
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
(CHATTER)
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
(LOW CHATTER)
(LAUGHTER)
(CHATTER)
(GROANS)
Stop it! Stop, hold on!
Damien?
Rebecca?
What the fuck are you doing here?
What do you think I'm doing here?
You said you were out. You said no more Mossad,
no more killing! I gave you that out!
Did you really believe it was gonna be that easy?
- Jesus Christ! - This is what we do.
And you?
- I'm here for Leo Kamali. - Aha.
Aha? What's that mean?
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
(CHATTER)
This place is yours, huh?
OK.
- OK. - (SPEAKS SPANISH)
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
Kamali's mine.
- Bullshit. - Do you have any idea what I had to do
- to get close to this guy? - Yeah, I got a pretty fair idea, Rebecca.
Do you even know who he is?
Yeah, course I do. He's Allah's Banker.
So, why do you think I'm here?
What, so Mossad can disappear him?
Fuck that. He killed one of ours. I'm taking him.
Damien, do not fuck this up.
I am this close to getting something...
(KNOCKS)
KAMALI: Celine?
KAMALI: Celine!
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Celine?
You locked the door?
I don't like how these bodyguards look at me.
They make me feel like one of those cheap hookers.
I don't like these people any more than you.
It's necessary.
I will make it up to you. I promise.
I love it when you speak Arabic.
- (WHISPERS) No. - Oi! Buenas noches!
(GROANS)
What is this? A fucking family reunion?
- Bit harsh. - Not really.
You wanna get dressed?
(GRUNTS)
- You're making a big mistake. - Shut him up.
You don't know what you're doing.
- No, he just makes it look that way. - (LAUGHS)
You have to listen to me. You have...
- (MUFFLED GROAN) - No, I don't.
(GRUNTS)
MARTINEZ: Oh, shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
What the fuck are you wearing?
- You think I brought my fatigues? - Huh!
It's the exit.
As long as Locke's little buddy's done her job.
STONEBRIDGE: Delta, need that distraction.
REBECCA: You can't do this. Kamali's mine.
Unless you got a Mossad team out there disguised as tree frogs,
he's ours. Oh, yeah.
It's always the little things they don't tell you, huh?
Like she's an Israeli agent?
Delta, come in, Delta. Delta, how about that distraction?
Delta, come in. Do you copy?
Delta, respond.
Nothing. Let's go. Move it.
Oi, come here!
- What the fuck?! - Come here.
- Do you know who the fuck I am? - I don't care who you are.
Come here, matey. Don't!
Moving.
(SHOUTING)
Fuck this.
Follow me, follow me! Move!
Get behind me, get behind me!
Viktor!
Viktor! Siganlos!
(SHOUTING)
Right, let's go.
Come on, let's keep moving.
- (SCREAMING) - Get down! Get down!
Stay down!
- You remember whose side you're on, huh? - Shit.
Mikey, move! Move!
Go!
- Who the hell is that? - It's a long stow. Move!
Moving!
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
(MURMURS)
Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse...
- (SPEAKS ARABIC) - Damn it.
(CLICK)
(GRUNTS)
The only way you leave here is with a bullet in your head.
Now fucking move. Move.
(LOW CHATTER)
STONEBRIDGE: Don't shoot.
They haven't made us yet.
(LOW CHATTER)
- Oh, God. - Hey, hey! Hey, come here!
Martinez!
Martinez! Oh, fuck!
- Come back here! - Oh, God.
Halt! Martinez!
Come here! Come here!
Come here!
(GUNFIRE)
Follow me!
(SHOUTING)
One and two.
(SHOUTING)
Martinez, get back here!
Mikey, nine o'clock.
- Fuck! - Scott, move in.
Come on!
(SHOUTING)
Grenade!
Fuck!
Bravo One, do you copy? This is Bravo One, come in.
Zero, we need an exfil now.
Nothing.
- Fuck. - We're on our own.
(BOTH GROAN)
Stay down!
Changing!
- (SHOUTING) - Mike! More coming on the ridge!
Hear you.
Changing!
Fuck!
Go, go, go!
Urgh! Michael!
- Yeah? - You navy boys like to swim, right?
Yeah.
You wanna go get that boat?
Yeah, let's do it. What the hell! Why not?
Rebecca, you cover us back there!
What the hell is he doing?
Something brave or something stupid. Can't tell yet.
(SHOUTING)
Scott, move!
Michael? I'm coming to you! We'll go round!
Rebecca, to the river!
- (GUNFIRE) - Aah!
Rebecca! The river!
Fuck!
SCOTT: Bullet or boat, girl! Your choice!
Move!
Come on!
Mike!
- Fuck! - Right, get on this 30-Cal!
- You need help? - Come on, let's go!
Fucking eat shit!
Nice work, Aquaman! Now take us home.
Oh, come on! Are you fucking kidding me?
Oh, shit!
- SCOTT': You with me, Martinez? - MARTINEZ: You got it!
Now!
- Fucking fire up that 30-Cal, Scott! - I'm on it!
Fucking piece of shit!
Fuck! 30-Cal's out! Mikey!
- Yeah? - I'm down to my side arm. How you doing?
Fuck! I'm losing power, Scott! Losing power!
- The engine's hit! - We need a plan B, mate!
Fucking awesome!
You got any C4 left?
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(GUNFIRE)
Dame la cigarrera.
Andale carbon!
(GUNFIRE)
- Get going on that next one. - MARTINEZ: OK.
- Michael! - Yeah?
Get down here!
Martinez, throw me another mag!
- Take the wheel! - Got it!
All right. I throw, you shoot!
On one or zero?
Shut the fuck up and shoot it!
Shit! Fuck! You missed!
Can't believe you fucking missed!
You fucking throw it right, I'll fucking hit it!
Ha!
Go!
Whoa'. Yeah'.!
- Fuck you! - Yeah!
Nice work, Michael, nice shooting!
- Nice bomb-making! - OK!
- You all right? - Yeah.
Zero? This is Bravo team.
You read me?
Bravo from Zero, good check, over. Sit-rep?
SCOTT: It's a little hairy. We've got the package.
Good work. Bring him in.
Get down, get down!
Down! Down! Shit!
Ortro!
Get us out of here!
Incoming! Get down!
Bravo, come in. Bravo team, respond.
Ahora si.
Vamanos!
(# THE HEAVY: Short Change Hero)
# I can't see where you comin' from
# But I know just what you runnin' from
# And what matters ain't the who's baddest
# But the ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder
# Cos this ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place
# For no hero to call home
# This ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero to call home. #