Shh.
(WHISTLING TUNE)
just here.
(WHISTLING TUNE)
(SCOTTISH ACCENT) You're sweating.
Why are you nervous?
Allah himself has mapped out your path,
and he wouldn't want any harm to come to his believers, now, would he?
Al-Zuhari has a request.
Make life a lot easier if he could pick up the phone, huh?
(LAUGHING)
Al-Zuhari must trust you very much, to have let you carry this message.
You are to be rewarded.
Wait here.
Kaboom.
Lunch?
(# THE HEAVY: Short Change Hero)
# Now, 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 gon' 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
# 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 ca“ home. #
(LOW CHATTER)
(STREET CHATTER)
(SNORTS)
You've been made.
Oh, fuck.
DALTON". Bravo team.
I want Amir alive.
(STREET CHATTER)
There's a lot of Hezbollah yellow out here.
They run this city. If we tangle with them...
You will bring him in! That's an order!
Copy that.
(SPEAKS ARABIC)
(GROANING)
- Out the back. - Thanks.
Zero. One Hezbollah guard KIA.
- Sorry, but if was him or me. - Roger.
- STONEBRIDGE: Bravo 2, I'm outback. - Bravo 1, target coming to you.
STONEBRIDGE". Yeah, roger.
(GROANING)
Target acquired.
Get the target back here.
Roger. Let's move.
- (PANTING) - What kept you?
(AMIR GROANING)
Go. Down those stairs. Move.
(STREET CHATTER)
SCOTT: Fuck.
(SHOUTING AND SCREAMING)
Zero, we're taking fire! Exit's no good!
Go, go, go!
SCOTT". Bravo 3, we're falling back.
MARTINEZ: Copy that. I'm circling around.
- (GUNFIRE OUTSIDE) - (AMIR GROANING)
Stand up! Stand up! Shit!
- Scott! - Fuck.
Target's been gut-shot. He's never gonna make it.
(AMIR GASPING)
You're prepped for a field interrogation.
In the fucking van, not here! We're under fire!
- You will interrogate the prisoner! - Shit.
- (GASPING) - Oi.
Look at me. The Scotsman's name is Leatherby, right?
What's he being paid for?
No?
Shit. Armed X-rays entering the building.
OK.
See this? See this account?
Those are your transactions. Paid for by the CIA!
- That's not mine. You forged them. - No?
OK.
You see this?
Your passport. Proof of travel between the United States of America and Israel.
I'm dying.
- Zero, this guy's not gonna talk. - (SHOUTING)
Put the papers in his pocket.
- (SHOUTING APPROACHES) - Fuck!
Shit!
Tell him Hezbollah will take his family.
(SHOUTING)
Fuck.
- (SHOUTING) - Shit.
They find these on you, they are gonna kill your family.
(PANTING)
Make a choice.
SCOTT: Mikey, we got some action on the stairs.
(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
SCOTT: Mike? Come on. We gotta move.
(SHOUTING)
Pick him up. We gotta move, Mike.
You'll destroy the papers? I'll tell you what you need to know.
- (SHOUTING) - Go, go!
Fuck!
Come on!
Aah!
(MOANING)
(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)
We're really ready to be picked up right now.
You're not finished! Find me something concrete!
- Scott, your lighter. - She's fucking losin' it.
- Throw me your lighter. - Fucking fine time to start smoking.
Yeah, great. Nice of you to care. Look.
- There. - (GASPING)
Bravo 3. What's your position?
Exfil two minutes.
Your family's safe. Talk.
Allah, forgive me. This is for them.
He's coming from...from Syria.
(GASPING) He is coming.
Leatherby's bringing him.
Who? Who's coming from Syria?
Who's Leatherby bringing from Syria?
N-"Lu ...
Al-Zuhari.
Shit.
Zero, Leatherby's bringing in Al-Zuhari.
STONEBRXDGE". Al-Zuhari's coming in from Syria. Did you get that?
- Al-Zuhari's coming in from Syria. - I fucking knew it.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(LOW CHATTER)
Do what has to be done.
(BRAKES SCREECH)
- Oi, oi, oi! Where the fuck is Dalton? - Not now.
- What do you mean, not now? - Scott.
You saw what happened! She nearly got us killed!
RICHMOND: No, I'm on your side.
It's true. Yeah, it's true, all right? But she also got us al-Zuhari.
Yeah? And what happens if he's lying, Michael?
He's not lying. He wasn't lying.
You wanna be fucking right! You hear me?
I had no choice.
A street battle in Dahieh in broad daylight?
How do you expect to operate effectively with Hezbollah breathing down your neck?
Please tell me you've got something to show for this mess.
Amir gave us al-Zuhari.
He's coming into the city from Syria.
Well, if al-Zuhari's moving, then whatever he's planning must be happening soon.
James Leatherby's bringing him across the border.
DALTON". We need to know time and location.
Well, assuming your Intel's good,
- what's your next move? - Kamali's supposed to pay him.
Let him.
You know that I don't trust Kamali.
Listen, Rachel, Kamali's the best thing we've got.
You let him make the payment, see what he can get us.
And, Major, we've lost enough men.
Don't make me come back to Beirut.
(LINE GOES DEAD)
- LOCKE: Whatever he's planning... - KAMALI: I cannot guarantee you...
SCOTT: What happens if he's lying Michael?
SEBASTIAN GRAY: ...al-Qaeda did before 9-11...
LOCKE". We get Kamali, we get al-Zuhari himself.
GRAY: This is a systematic cleansing of the closet.
KAMALI: Al-Zuhari.
(TRAFFIC PASSING)
What happened out there today was a mess.
I told you I could handle it.
Your people should never have been there.
Amir was my contact on the operational side.
If you don't let me do things my way...
Al-Zuhari's being brought in from Syria.
That can't be true.
You're sure?
Leatherby's the courier.
I need to know where and when.
I am just the money man.
DALTON: Well, then, do your job.
Take Leatherby his payment and find out what I need to know.
The moment I start asking questions,
- Leatherby will... - You'll do as I say.
I'll meet him at his casino, yeah? Après La Guerre, tomorrow morning, 3 am.
Pay him in uncut diamonds.
That's it.
DALTON: You'll wear a wire.
And have my cover blown?
I don't give a shit what the chain of command want...
...or what the CIA believe.
If You're playing us,
I'll have you castrated before I see another one of those men hurt.
You're out of control, Major.
For the record, it's you, not me, that's gonna get your people killed.
(TRAFFIC PASSING)
You hate me, don't you?
- James. - Don't.
Just one of a long line of bastards, aren't I?
(GASPING)
Men who come out here and moan about the heat and the dust...
(GASPING)
...whilst taking whatever the fuck they like.
But the English...
the English like to bang on about the fucking Empire...
- (GASPING) - ...and the glow days
and yadda yadda fucking yadda.
(GRUNTING)
But it was us Scots who found it...
- (GASPING) - ...took it and held it for them.
Why?
- We love these faraway places. - (GASPING)
(WHISPERS) These faraway people.
Can't help ourselves. Aah!
Uargh!
(SIGHING)
Have you got anything to tell me?
Anything at all?
RICHMOND: Ex-SAS, operating out of Beirut since the late '90s.
Smuggles weapons, drugs, dirty money.
Yeah, we know all that.
Before Iraq, this guy's record was impeccable.
It's funny, that. So was mine.
I just want to know what went wrong. What turned that man into this man?
Come on, Mike. You know that people change.
And sometimes for good.
Sometimes bad.
During the first Gulf War, he was operating behind Iraqi lines,
where he was captured and tortured by officers of the Republican Guard.
Yeah, maybe that's it.
- (TRAFFIC PASSING) - (CHATTER)
STONEBRIDGE: Zero, we are in position. No visual on target.
I repeat, no visual on target.
Place your bets.
(LOW CHATTER)
RICHMOND: Leatherby in play.
(LOW CHATTER)
Be careful, you'll...
get stuck.
(WHEEL SPINNING)
AWOL, soldier.
Lucky escape.
Ah. Tommy this, Tommy that.
How's your fuckin' soul, huh?
But here's a thing, my bright-eyed friend.
A killer is a killer,
and a man may escape many things...
(CLICKS FINGERS)
...but never himself.
You and I have had the same fortune cookie.
- Oh! Ha-ha-ha-ha! - (CHUCKLES)
All good soldiers are bound for hell.
- Mm. - It's just that some see it,
and others don't.
Here you go. One, two.
What's for you? I'll no' go past you.
Cheers.
(LOW CHATTER)
(GRUNTS)
Bring some wine.
You want some work, you give me a call, huh?
Or give me a call anyway.
No more bets. No more bets.
Cheers.
Some change, please.
- You wanna drink? - Ha!
Er...no, thanks. I got one.
You wanna buy me one?
I would love to but I can't.
- Call me. - (CHUCKLES)
(WHEEL SPINNING)
No more bets.
RICHMOND: Kamali in play.
(LOW CHATTER)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(CLICK OF AMMUNITION)
just to be careful.
(on SIZZLES)
Killed my first man with a knife.
Argentinian conscript.
It was so fucking cold, the blood froze on the blade.
Imagine that.
17 years later, I'm lying in bed, I roll over...
Wait!
...and the bastard is there, lying next to me, smiling at me.
Just...fucking smiling at me.
It's always the soldiers that have the nightmares.
LEATHERBY: Get sent in to do all the filthy work.
No blood under your fingernails.
- (OIL SIZZLES) - Or is there?
Heard a lot of men died in Colombia, Leo.
(METAL SCRAPES)
(LAUGHS) Do you have them?
The other half once the package is safely delivered.
I need to know when and where it's coming in.
Why would you want to know that?
Don't push it, Kamali.
KAMALI: Because I've been told to make arrangements.
No offence, James.
You're just a fucking delivery boy, peddling old war stories.
Tell me what I need to know, there's a good boy,
or I'll see you never work for al-Zuhari again.
(CLICK)
Sit.
Think you scare me?
Really?
KAMALI: Why the gun?
Emphasis.
- No more bets. - Asset's compromised.
Zero, are we gonna pull him out or what?
Leave him in play.
(SNORTS) Yes, ma'am.
I'm in.
- (GUNSHOT) - Aah! Aah!
(GROANING)
(SOBBING)
Leo, this was a matter between me and my boy.
(SOBBING)
A fucking barman!
No, it's nothing!
If I see your face in here again, I'll cut it off.
- Sorry. - For fuck's sake!
No, no, no, no!
(SOBBING)
Now...it's nothing.
(SOBBING)
Leo, I just wanted you to know what I feel about betrayal.
He's just a friend!
You belong to me.
Best get that seen to.
(CRYING)
You want to get yourself killed, go ahead. I'm through.
KAMALI: I'm done. I'm out.
- (LOW CHATTER) - We've got him.
MARTINEZ: Eyes on the boyfriend.
- Looks like he took a bullet. - Bring him in.
- (GUN COCKS) - Get in, or I shoot the other one.
What?
- (TYRES SCREECH) - (LOW CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(GUN COCKS)
Kamali, put that gun down.
What the fuck are you doing here?
(GUN COCKS)
Dad!
Who are you?
Amma, everything's fine. Take Ester and go back to your room.
- Dad, what is going on? - Ester, please!
Go with Amma back to her room. Now.
STONEBRIDGE: Kamali, I need you to come down here and give me that gun.
(CLICK)
(CLICKING)
You got a spare?
- (DOG BARKING OUTSIDE) - (SNORTS)
Oi! How old are you?
What are you? My mum?
(GUFFAWS)
No, he just looks like one.
So, how do you two know my dad?
It's kind of a long stow.
Oh, right. I get it. I'm young.
The Clash, huh?
You got a favourite album?
London Calling. And don't tn! and change the subject.
Ha.
- What about you, Mom? - Sex Pistols.
- Really? - Yeah.
I would have taken you as a Wham! kind of guy.
Andrew Ridgeley is hugely underrated.
So, you got it pretty together for, what, a 13-year old?
Don't tell me. I mean, you used to know a kid who was just like me and it was...you.
- Come here. Give me that. - Who do you think you are?
- Smoking will kill you. - (CHUCKLES)
You're really good with kids, aren't you?
Been there and done that.
We should have a talk.
I told you, I'm done.
Leaving. This place, this city. All of it.
Your commanding officer just shoved me into a room with a delusional sociopath
and a list of questions guaranteed to fuel his fucking paranoia.
Anyway, it's not just about me.
I have to think of Ester.
DALTON: If Hezbollah found out you and Leatherby were lovers, you'd be dead.
If you help me, I will help you.
MARTINEZ: We can.
Get you a visa, a new life, some money.
DALTON: And in return you can tell us when and where
Leatherby's going to be bringing al-Zuhari over the border.
I can't.
Then I'll just have to tell Hezbollah that you're a manyak.
But, before Hezbollah know, I'll make sure your father hears of your shame.
(PHONE RINGS)
Answer it.
(RINGING)
Yeah, what is it?
DALTON: So, you decide.
(SNIFFING)
There's an airfield...
...outside Kefraya,
James uses.
The...plane will come tomorrow at noon.
SCOTT: So, where would you go?
There are options. I always planned to get out.
(SIGHS) Nobody can live this kind of life for ever.
You must have plans for the future, a way out.
Is that before somebody pushes us to our knees
and puts a bullet in the back of our head, like you did with Baxter?
Michael.
Would it have been the first time
that you'd killed the wrong person for the right reason?
I'm not gonna pretend I understand or even like men like you.
You need to finish what you started.
Easy for you to say.
What do men like you have to lose?
What I had, I lost.
Was it worth it?
If I come back...
...what about Dalton?
She's a liability.
Yeah.
We got your back on that, Leo.
The file from the CIA didn't mention anything about a kid.
And I'd appreciate it if we could keep it that way.
All right.
What happened to her mother?
She died.
I'm sorry.
SCOTT: We'll get you through this, Leo.
OK.
Now get the fuck out of my house.
We'll set up an obs point towards the south side of the airstrip.
- MARTINEZ: Uh-huh. - RICHMOND: If you look at the map...
- ...it's in this woodland here. - STONEBRIDGE: What's all this?
And?
Kamali's still in.
- We have intel. - The boyfriend talked.
Leatherby's bringing al-Zuhari in through this airfield.
So, that's where we're going in on the boyfriend's word?
- We could run it past Kamali. - No!
Ma'am, does Colonel Locke know about this?
Locke will be briefed post-op.
What is your fuckin' problem with Kamali?
We all know what he did and why he did it.
But the truth is, you're the one that put Baxter in front of that gun.
How do you think a man like Leo Kamali survives, hm?
Simple.
He sells himself as whatever you need him to be.
CIA asset. Terrorist.
Money launderer.
So, what the fuck were you buying today, hm?
New best friend?
This is a one-shot deal.
We screw up and al-Zuhari is gone, and we don't see him again until it's too late.
So, are you in or are you out?
Ma'am.
- What time's that plane land? - DALTON: Tomorrow at noon.
I'm going to see my shrink.
(MAN AND WOMAN MOANING)
(GRUNTS AND GASPS)
- Pleased you called me? - (BOTH CHUCKLE)
(GRUNTS)
- You have girl at home? - No girl.
And no home.
Sad stow.
Maybe there's happy ending for you and me.
- (HE LAUGHS) - Huh?
- Yeah. - You like that, tough guy?
So, you work out of here? Beirut?
I am artist.
- Ha-ha-ha! - No laugh. I prove.
Yeah.
See? Artist's visa.
To dance and take clothes off is not easy.
So, Katya Sergeyovich Tarasov, how come you're so far from home?
I borrow some money to set up business.
Big mistake. Bad man.
How you say...Don Corleone?
Mafia.
So, I dance. Save money to pay him back.
Or he break legs.
- How much? - 10,000.
- Dollars. - Fucking lot of dancing.
(CHUCKLES) I like to dance.
I like my legs.
Yeah.
I do too.
- I will see you? Where you stay? - Ha-ha.
I'll call you.
See you around, sexy legs.
(BIRDSONG)
STONEBRIDGE: Zero, approaching position.
One click from Kefraya airstrip.
Let's do this.
(RAISED VOICES)
Shit!
RICHMOND: We're on. Target convoy approaching.
Four 5UVs heading your way.
Roger that. I'm in position.
Yeah, I can see your sorry ass from here.
- STONEBRIDGE: I have eyes on you. - SCOTT: Yes, you do.
SCOTT: Bird is circling the land.
Bravo 1, I have eyes on the bird. I repeat, I have eyes on the bird.
Bravo 2, I got eyes on Leatherby.
(LOW VOICES)
I have multiple X-rays.
Yeah, I got someone stepping off that bird now.
It's impossible to ID them.
Bravo 1, report
That's a negative on an ID.
STONEBRIDGE: I have no clear shots on X-rays. Moving for a better visual.
Fuck!
Bravo 1. Come in.
What the fuck is that?
(SHOUTING)
Bravo 1, come in. Mike!
Foxhound, this is Sunray. Cover our exfil. Over.
LEATHERBY: Move!
(MEN SHOUTING)
- Bravo 1? - (SHOUTING)
SCOTT: Mikey? You all right?
- Fuck. - Shit.
SCOTT". Zero, Leatherby has the target. Repeat, Leatherby has al-Zuhari.
- Bravo 1, come in. - Aah! Shit.
- Fuck. - SCOTT: Bravo 1 .
Mikey. You all right?
I'm fine. I'm on the move.
(MEN SHOUTING)
Cut across!
SCOTT: I got you. Stop running like a girl!
- 0K. so. so. so. go! - You good'?
Yeah, OK, I'm good! You drive like a pussy! Move!
MARTINEZ: Bravo 4 on the move, copy?
SCOTT: Bravo team, target heading south of airfield!
MARTINEZ: Copy that. Coming to you.
- Coming up on our two o'clock! - Yeah, I got it!
God damn it!
Hold on!
- Scott, did you see that? - What?
A fucking sign that said mines!
- What shall I do? Shall I slow down? - No, keep going!
There's no mines here, Mikey! Must be an old sign!
Fuck!
No, I think they missed one!
- Go faster! Go faster! - All right, all right!
- Fuck! - No, they missed two!
Get us off here, right?
RIC H M 0 N D: Bravo 1, what is your position?
Ah, there they are!
Yeah.
Just get up alongside! There you go! Have that, mate!
Fuck!
You have to take al-Zuhari alive!
(SHOUTING)
Shit!
Dude, I'm on the move!
Aah!
To you!
Bravo 1 is taking fire! No visual on target!
Sea“!
- What? - Moving!
OK. Fuck!
Entering target vehicle!
Confirm target!
- (GUNFIRE) - Fuck! Shit!
That's a negative. It's a female!
STONEBRIDGE: Negative', it's a female!
Shit.
STONEBRIDGE". Al-Zuhari is not here! I repeat, not here!
LOCKE: lf Al-Zuhari's moving,
then whatever's he's planning must be happening soon.
Please tell me you've got something to show for this mess.
- (YELLING ECHOES) - Bring her in.
Scott! Moving!
- Move! - Come on!
STONEBRIDGE: You and] have had the same fortune cookie.
KAMALI: I need to know when and where it's coming.
Aaah! James! Get me out! It's gonna blow!
Hey!
James! James, help!
Go, go, go, go!
(50, go, go! Let's go!
Fucking traitor! Find me Kamali!
(BRAKES SCREECH)
OK, follow my voice. Stand up, hands behind your back.
This is fucking bullshit!
- I need you to stand up. - I've done nothing wrong!
Put your hands behind your back and keep them together.
- OK, move forward. - Where are...
Quiet. Be quiet.
My father is Tareq Abboud.
(SOBBING)
My name is Sophia Abboud. My father is Tareq Abboud. I shouldn't be here!
- Take her downstairs. - I'm a refugee here!
- Please, this is a terrible mistake! - Move forward. Move forward.
- No, please! - You're all right.
SOPHIA: He's a businessman. He paid to get me out of Syria.
DALTON: Bullshit! Come on! Who are you really?
- Stand down, Major. - What the fuck?
Will you take this woman somewhere else, please?
Sir. Please?
Colonel, I believe that woman to be...
She's exactly who she says she is.
Her father was Assad's finance minister until 2007.
It was rumoured that he might provide al-Zuhari with funding, but...that's it.
She has to be a courier.
You know that they use women and family members to cam! messages!
I know! She will be processed.
Just not by you.
You sent me on this operation.
I've been undercover for three months. Baxter?
You can't take this away from me, Philip.
If al-Zuhari had been on that plane...
But he wasn't, was he?
You're taking unjustifiable risks, Rachel.
You're making bad calls.
It's only a matter of time before someone else is killed.
(SIGHS) You can't fucking do this.
Major, consider yourself on extended leave, effective immediately.
OK, listen up.
As of this moment I'm taking direct command of this unit.
- Sir. - Sir.
(PILLS RATTLE)
(SNIFFS)
OK, Sophia, let's talk.
Jesus Christ.
(MUFFLED MOANS)
We're gonna take a drive and then we're gonna talk,
and, as we do, I want you to bear one thing in mind.
I have absolutely nothing to lose.
(MUFFLED MOANS)
# Now, X can't see where you cumin' 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. #