You look taller on television.
I guess you'll wanna check the merchandise.
Portable air-defense system, infrared homing,
annular blast fragmentation
warheads.
Time to settle up.
Yeah, we've been...
Reconsidering the price.
You see these men?
If I told you how much they get paid,
you'd probably cry.
And believe me, they're worth every goddamn cent,
so you pay me what we agreed,
or they'll reduce your little jihad here
to a stain in the sand.
You smell
lovely, by the way.
A man should be rewarded for his labors,
Mr. Ives.
Take care now.
Keep the truck.
Okay.
Let's get the hell out of this sandpit.
Surface-to-air, infrared homing.
What are you thinking?
Ever since the Prince was taken,
loose ends concern me.
Mother...
I don't hate the West.
I pity it.
It's sick and diseased.
But it insists on spreading its disease to other lands,
other people.
We will wipe this sickness out.
Sorry, ma'am. We've got a fix on the target.
It's urgent.
Morgan Ives. Arms dealer.
According to Prince Khalid,
he's the one selling the arms to Idrisi.
Five minutes ago, we intercepted a distress signal.
Ives' helicopter has been downed just outside Ajir.
A signal suggests there are survivors,
although we don't know who or how many.
Okay, that's that.
Wait, what if we chopper in? How close can we get then?
Captain, this is Ajir,
as in total war zone, insurgent stronghold,
"one of the most dangerous places on Earth."
Direct quote, New York Post.
- Times. - What?
It was the Times, not the Post.
The point is, someone said it.
Sounded a little bit scared there.
Hey, I'm just being realistic, okay?
You don't get into a bathtub with a 400-pound gorilla
and expect to come out laughing.
We get Morgan Ives out alive,
we find out what he was selling Idrisi,
then we find out a location.
Yeah, good luck with that,
'cause if he's gone down in Ajir, and somehow he's even survived,
he now has a life expectancy
of about not-very-fucking-long, McAllister.
Okay, so what you're saying is, let's get a move on.
I'd very much like to hear what Mr. Ives has to say for himself.
A coalition pilot will drop you nearby.
Go in, extract him, and do it fast.
Come on!
Come on.
David, I'm gonna need you to find a payphone.
- Find a what? - Don't worry, I'm kidding.
We're probably gonna die here.
Guess it's just you and me now, Mikey.
What?
Shit.
Any of you speak English?
I'm willing to pay $5,000...
To anyone who escorts me out of here.
That's cash!
Five thousand!
Ten!
Fucking phone.
Moving.
Easy, easy!
- Morgan Ives? - Who the hell are you?
McAllister.
Wyatt.
Wyatt, relieve Mr. Ives of his weapon.
I'm a true believer in the Second Amendment, son.
Great, let's have a beer sometime.
Weapon.
Bravo One to Zero.
We have the package moving to exfil.
- Moving! - Move!
- Okay, okay, okay. - Move! Move!
Okay, I'm moving.
Fuck! I've got a squirter heading south!
- Idrisi. - Aye?
So, you were just in the area,
picked up on the distress signal?
No. This was a special trip.
We wanna have a chat with you about Omair Idrisi.
No idea what you're talking about.
You're seriously trying to tell us
you've never heard of Omair Idrisi?
Even my mother knows who he is.
I'm saying I don't do business with terrorists.
Your intel was bad, boys.
Suck it up. It happens.
Signal fires.
Yeah. Now everyone knows where we are.
- Novin. - Moving!
Move. Go.
And that's confirmed?
Roger that, sir. Out.
Bad news I'm afraid, ma'am.
Stay close.
Zero for Bravo One.
Bravo One, go ahead.
Sandstorm incoming. Helo's been grounded.
You'll have to find a new exfil.
Intel suggests insurgency is thinnest on the east side of town.
Listen up.
Change of plan. Helo's grounded.
We're gonna proceed on foot until we find a vehicle we can take.
- Roger. - You want us to walk out of here?
We'll never make it.
The local pastime
is insurgency and guerrilla warfare.
Keep sharp for a vehicle we can take.
Moving!
You should've left me at the fucking crash site.
At least my death would have been quick.
Novin, we've got a vehicle here.
Moving.
Good job, soldier. Could've been an insurgent cat.
Can never be too careful.
Dick.
Sorry, Captain, this hunk of turd's going nowhere.
Shit. Move out.
Moving.
- Let's go. - What division are you guys with?
The royal division of please-shut-the-fuck-up.
At least give me my sidearm back.
Come on, I'm naked here.
- Hey, you want your sidearm? - Yeah.
How about you start talking about Omair Idrisi?
Like, what he was buying and where his base of operations is, huh?
All wonderful questions,
but I've never met the man.
You think this is a fishing trip?
We have Prince Khalid. We know about the money.
Maybe you get me to safety first,
and then we'll see.
No, we'll see now.
It's vital you're properly invested in my continued well-being.
You really are a piece of shit, you know that?
And you have to keep this piece of shit alive,
so eyes on, soldier.
Stay frosty.
Hey, hey.
Wait, hey.
Easy, easy, easy.
You two, come here.
Hey, hey!
He's clean.
Where you want to go?
I get you there. No trouble.
The mission priority is to get Mr. GQ here and his intel to safety,
and safety is still a hell of a long walk away.
Kid, listen to me. What's your name?
Saddam.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
It's a common name.
It's a big red flag.
Saddam, we need a car.
Cars? Sure.
I could take you to cars. What kind do you want?
Anything that works.
Twenty dollars.
Anyone got $20?
- You, asshole. - Fuck you.
Hey.
Business is good.
I'm all for utilizing local knowledge,
but what's to say he's not gonna lead us down sniper alley?
Thank you.
Listen to me. I'm not just giving you money,
I'm giving you my trust, you understand?
- You understand? - Of course.
This way, Captain America.
Let's go.
Come on.
Be a good boy.
Stupid. Stupid, stupid.
- Quick question. - Shut it, Ives.
If that kid's full of shit,
is Captain America gonna put a bullet in him?
Kid, wait up.
Stay behind me.
Hey, mister. You want a girl?
Yeah, sure, that's what I need right now.
Some war-zone pussy.
Fifty dollars, very sexy lady.
Can someone explain sarcasm to little Hussein here?
What's the matter?
I've got a bad feeling.
Where do you think everybody went?
I'll go check, make sure everything is okay.
- No, wait here a minute, wait. - I go fast, okay? One minute!
Kid! Kid, I said fucking wait!
Shit.
Shit! Stay.
- No chance. - For fuck's sake.
Contact!
Kid, get down!
- Changing! - Covering!
Shit! Kid's been hit!
Fuck!
- Moving! - Come here.
- Moving! - Covering!
- On me. - Come on!
- Come here, move! - Move!
Let's go, let's go!
It's okay.
- Med kit. - In there.
Fuck.
You are gonna be okay.
Just breathe slowly, okay?
Breathe. Breathe slowly.
You're gonna be okay.
For the best, right?
Four years' time, he'd be strapping on a bomb vest
and strolling into the Red Cross.
Holy...
You wanna find out where Idrisi is,
you keep your fucking hands off me.
Lot of energy keeping you alive. Maybe we should take a shortcut.
What do you know? Something still works around here.
You're not that kind of soldier.
You don't know the first thing about me.
You don't know what Idrisi did to my men.
Captain.
We came for the intel, not the man. Go ahead, McAllister.
What the fuck are you doing?
You gonna talk?
We need to move now!
They're coming through!
Gotta move!
Shit.
- Go! - Move!
Go.
Vehicle!
- Clear. - Moving.
Ives, let's go.
Shit!
Fuck.
Shit. Get up, on your feet!
- Get him up! - He's been hit.
- Shit. - Fuck.
Get him up.
Wyatt!
Novin, get us the hell out of here.
Hold on!
Right, so let me get this straight.
Last time you were here, the General tortured you,
and then you blew up half his base.
Technically speaking, that was McAllister.
- Saving you. - Brilliant.
But it's the only medical facility for miles.
Although, last time I was here,
the General didn't exactly believe I was military.
This piss-tank is not gonna last much longer.
We need to take the risk.
Not forgetting that the General is Bedouin.
Under their culture, any stranger can rock up
and ask for sanctuary,
and the tribe will help them out for three days,
no questions asked.
That was the plan, right?
Yeah, that was the plan.
Keep the engine running.
General Farid.
We have an injured civilian. Needs urgent medical attention.
You may be military, but you stole from me.
You attacked my men.
Well, to be fair, your men attacked us first.
You raised weapons against us. That makes you the enemy.
Okay, I understand that.
But, General, I also understand that you're Bedouin.
And that is a culture that I have a huge amount of respect for.
So, I'm not asking for your help as a soldier.
I'm asking you as a guest.
You son of a bitch.
Representatives from the different groups,
standing side-by-side,
not a single voice raised in anger.
For far too long now, we have fought amongst ourselves,
while the real enemy is out there.
Time to unite,
to take the fight to their homeland.
I give you these missiles.
In seven days' time,
we will strike as one.
Down with their airlines.
Down with their planes.
And while they look up to the sky in fear,
my people
will unleash the real horror below.
Boys...
Where the hell are we?
Libyan National Army base.
I'm gonna assume that's the famous
British sense of humor at work.
You know what those people would do to me?
So far, they've patched you up and saved your life.
We kept our side of the bargain. We got you out.
What'd you sell Idrisi?
Stinger missiles. Fifty of them.
Don't look at me like that, it's business.
Shit like this keeps the world going round.
You know, one Stinger missile alone can take down a commercial airliner.
You sold him 50.
Where do we find Idrisi?
I want immunity.
Okay, we can make it happen.
I install trackers on the merchandise,
in case the clients try to rip me off.
They sweep it for bugs and shit,
but they don't have my tech.
Get my cell phone. I'll show you.
Well?
Here it is.
Yafran, up in the Nafusa Mountains.
That's where the missiles are,
and where you'll find Omair Idrisi.
Now, if you don't mind,
I'd rather not spend another minute
tied to this fucking bed.
Yeah, you're not going anywhere.
You said I had immunity.
Well, from us, absolutely.
I've sold weapons that have probably killed
their soldiers, their families.
Don't worry. Bedouin.
For three days, you're their guest.
They won't hurt you.
It's day four you gotta worry about.
Please don't leave me here.
I have money. I...
I have money!
Yafran, Nafusa Mountain Range.
Yes, sir.
Yeah, copy that, sir.
Just checking in with my CO.
Right now, your CO is Donovan.
This was my op. I didn't sign up to 20.
Hey. Do you think I planned to end up here?
You know, Mac, revenge is like a storm.
It's easy to lose your way,
end up far from where you wanted to go.
Can you just stop with this fortune-cookie bullshit?
You think putting a bullet in Idrisi's chest
is gonna change things?
Trust me, it won't.
Yeah, you suck at motivational speeches.
Well, you won't get to enjoy them any longer.
We get this done, I'm out.
Let's get this done, then.
General, we don't... we don't need an escort.
Escorts? We are a strike team.
Idrisi is a son of Libya,
but he has taken our words and beliefs and poisoned them.
A man sees a snake cross his yard, he removes its head.
We ride with you.
Works for me.
Zero, heading out.
Copy that.
Be careful.
We don't know what's lying ahead.
Some of you may know the history of the Section.
Rumors of operatives going rogue,
the Whitehall assassination... None of that matters now.
What matters is that 20 stood for something.
They were the soldiers who kept going when others fell,
who saw the odds and didn't blink,
who got the job done,
even when it meant paying the ultimate price.
If we don't stop Idrisi, the world will regret it.
So, it's down to you now.
You are the Section.
You are 20.
Okay, satellite's up.
Bravo team, we have multiple vehicles
leaving a compound, heading due south.
- You want us to intercept? - Negative.
Farid's men can stop them. Idrisi remains our target.
And if you find Jane Lowry, bring her in yourself
She's a British citizen.
She can pay for her crimes in a British court.
Copy that.
The missiles are moving out.
But more importantly,
the forger has been found.
We will have the Chechen by the end of the week.
- And is he in Europe? - Yes.
Then I must get to him.
I'm not so sure.
We've already discussed this.
I can move through Europe much more easily than you.
Then I will see you in two days.
Yeah, two days, that's all.
- No, wait. - No, go.
We need the Chechen, whatever happens.
I need to tell you something now.
It must wait.
Sorry.
Zero, Bravo One.
Gonna lose comms, we're going deep.
Shit.
Comms are out, ma'am.
Jensen.
Sixteen-year-old single malt, ma'am.
- I've got a tango! - Hands in the air!
Turn around!
- Turn around! - Help me!
- Turn around! - Help me, please!
Turn your face around!
- Help me! - Shit, it's Lowry.
We've got Jane Lowry.
Please, get me out of here.
You don't know what they've done.
- Please. - Shut up! Hands!
Boss wants her extracted.
You go, we'll stay on Idrisi.
Mac, take him alive.
- Copy that. - Novin, on point.
Moving! Watch your arse.
- Always, baby. - Move!
Understood. We have a task force in compound three, four... two.
Ma'am, Colonel Parker from JSOC.
Colonel Parker, I'm afraid we'll need to make this quick.
I'm afraid we will, because there's no way in hell
the U.S. military is gonna let Omair Idrisi
and 50 Stinger missiles out into the world.
General Farid has already secured two vehicles carrying missiles.
My team will take care of the rest and Idrisi.
An MOP missile strike would take care of it,
turn that compound to dust, put an end to this.
I have people in there. I won't allow that.
Adeena, I'm not asking your permission.
This is a courtesy call.
Your foreign secretary has already given me the go-ahead.
Planes are scrambling, missiles will be inbound,
so get your team out of there.
We'll clean up.
Bravo to Zero, back on comms.
- Novin, secure the vehicle. - Copy that.
Zero to Bravo One, send sitrep.
Bravo One. We have Jane Lowry.
Bring her in and get the team out.
U.S. military are launching an air strike.
30,000-pound bunker buster. It'll wipe the compound out.
They know there's an ongoing op, right?
Payload's due in ten.
Tell the team and Farid's men.
The place is going up.
Copy that. Come here.
Move!
Watch her.
- You speak English? - Yes.
Ma'am, B-2 is nine minutes out.
- Hey! - Changing!
Covering. Hurry up.
Hey!
There is a missile.
Yeah, we know, there's 50 of them.
No, no. Coming this way.
The Americans. Bunker buster.
You have to get out now.
Get your men out of here, now.
This is on you.
Hey, I didn't know my CO would call a fucking MOP strike.
- Go! - Moving!
Still, nothing from Mac and Wyatt, ma'am.
It's five minutes out, ma'am, five minutes.
Omair.
Idrisi!
Don't move!
I'm going after him.
Hey.
Shit.
Shit, fuck.
Give me your hand. Give me your hand, it's cool.
Your people...
should not have come here.
You should have left us alone.
I know.
Fuck it.
Three minutes, ma'am.
What the fuck's wrong with her?
Shit. Shit! Shit.
Fucking bitch!
Shit!
Two minutes out, ma'am.
Novin. Novin, get up.
Fuck. Novin.
Get up.
Out!
Ma'am, B-2 is 60 seconds from target. Repeat, 60 seconds.
Novin, get up, or you're gonna burn alive!
Mac, we gotta move, the missile's coming!
We're not leaving him!
We don't have time.
Thirty seconds out, ma'am.
I'm bringing him in. He's gonna pay for what he did.
Get up!
There, he's paid.
Twenty-five...
Twenty-four...
We can argue about this later. Move!
Come on!
Payload is 20 seconds out, ma'am.
Ten...
Five, four, three,
two, one.
Payload away, ma'am.
Go, go, go!
You boys okay?
Good job, boys.
We'll move in and confirm the target is dead.
Hoo-rah, gentlemen.
You and your fucking CO almost got us killed!
Hey, hey! I just saved your life!
If it wasn't for me, you would've still been in there
with Idrisi when the fucking missiles hit.
He was always gonna know, Mac.
Donovan's people would have had to tell U.S. Central Command
before we even fired a shot.
I just wanted to get in there first.
Yeah, the word you're looking for is "Sorry."
Hey!
We got the son of a bitch.
We got him.
And tomorrow,
I'll buy all the drinks, okay?
Revenge is a what?
A storm, apparently.
In that you get wet?
Well, come on, it's a metaphor.
It's a metaphor for...
For something.
And then he's like...
"A bullet won't change anything, man."
And then he shoots the bastard.
Classic glory hunter move.
You just wanted the credit, didn't you?
Yeah, the man who killed Omair Idrisi.
No, no, no, I'm not saying I'm a hero.
- I'm not saying that. - Good.
Other people, they might say that,
and I can't stop them. That's all I'm saying.
Ma'am.
Want a drink, Colonel?
Prefer something from the top shelf.
Sergeant Wyatt, I've asked Parker to extend your transfer.
But we took down Idrisi. Mission's over, right?
But the op is not.
Jane Lowry's still out there.
But there are no split loyalties.
Either you're with 20 or you're not.
Well then, I guess I'm in.
All the way down, right?
All the way down.
Good, because we just got a hit on her. Move.
Budapest.
The woman she's with is Rosa Varga.
She runs a far-right organization, Magyar Ultra.
What does a radical jihadist want with the far-right?
That's the question, Sergeant McAllister.
Not 24 hours since her husband died, and already things are happening.
We need to find the answer,
before it's too late.