The bio-weapon, the Russian device...
They were your plans. Their plans.
But my plan starts now.
Ceasefire!
Took a gamble on keeping us alive.
You get this wrong, it's your career.
See you on the other side, mate.
Other side, bro.
If we hesitate, he'll get away.
It's too late! This is where we're needed.
-I have to do this. -Mac...
I'm moving to engage.
Fuck are you doing here?
Who's that tiger attacking me?
I'm being attacked in me own house.
Is the tiger ticklish?
Is the tiger-- - Riley.
Riley, come on.
Riley, go get your bag, or we're gonna be late.
Go on.
And no running in the house, please.
What happened to cutting the grass, eh?
- Uh, don't panic about that. I'm gonna cut it later.
- Well, that's an interesting approach
to housework, isn't it?
- It is, yeah. It's new.
I'm trying it out.
- Right. Have you got everything?
- Yeah.
- What time are your friends coming over?
- Uh, I said 5:00, so knowing them,
probably 6:00 or something.
- All right. Well, I hope today goes okay.
And just, you know, give me a call when you're done.
- Sure, yeah.
- It's unlocked. Give me your bag.
- All right. Come here, kid.
You're getting heavy.
All right, good luck.
- Why?
- It's just what you say to someone
before they do something,
and I'm not gonna be there to see you today, so...
I'm saying
good luck now.
Boop!
You know they give all the kids medals,
even if they come in last place?
- Excuse me?
She won't come last place. She's a McAllister.
- All right. Well, I'll see you later.
And, you know, good luck.
- I was hoping maybe today
we could talk about the incident.
- There's not much to talk about.
- Well, it's why you left the army.
And it's why you're here.
A terrorist attack in Munich.
You chased after the perpetrator
without waiting for backup.
- It's the job. - This is a job too.
But I charge by the hour.
- Military's different.
- And that was the only thing driving you, the job?
- Yeah.
I mean, the death toll.
Maybe I could've stopped that from happening.
- If you'd sacrificed your team
before the gas station outside of Sarajevo.
- Yeah, maybe it was that.
And...
the copper.
It all adds up, you know.
- You've not mentioned a police officer before.
- His name was Spiegel.
A young Israeli police officer.
He was killed.
I wound him up a bit about being a hero
and making a difference.
And I was using him to get what we needed.
- Compared to all you've seen in your career...
why would one life matter so much?
- It's all we get.
- And this was on your mind
as you entered the housing complex?
Getting closer...
and closer to the target?
Thomas, what is it?
- There was somebody else there.
The widow of somebody I killed.
- And you'd forgotten this?
- You remind me of her.
- And that disturbs you?
- What, that...
you remind me of her?
- That you'd killed her husband?
- No, he deserved it.
- That's quite the judgment.
- He was selling bioweapons to terrorists.
I don't have any conflict over that.
But she was unarmed.
- And weren't that kind of soldier?
Was it worth it?
All the fighting?
The death?
What it did to you, mind and body?
Do you think you made the world a better place?
- Saved by the bell.
- You can answer the question, Thomas.
If you want.
- You've never told her the story?
- Of course I've told her the story.
- No, you told me a version of the story, babe.
- Bet he says the gas tank isn't his fault.
- Hey, it's not my fault
if Libyans don't keep their fuel tanks full, is it?
- Well, it'd take you a second to check.
- Says the guy who stole a hearse.
- I'm sorry, did he say you stole a hearse?
No, no, I-- - Yes, yes.
- I believe that Novin here was telling a story.
- I was trying to.
Anyway, I was out there
as special operations command engineering,
and I get this call telling me about two legends
who got themselves lost in the desert.
- Whoa, let me stop you there, because we weren't lost.
We just didn't know where we were going.
- Exactly, it's different. It's a different--
- No, no, no, he argues with the GPS all the time.
- Uh, my love, just because it's a computer
doesn't mean it's right.
- Aww, you're such an idiot.
- You're the one who married me.
- I know. Come here.
- Oh, God.
Can I please finish my story before I throw up in my mouth?
Anyway, so I'm driving around in a panic,
'cause someone gets stuck out in that heat, they're fucked.
So just as I think it's a bust, I'm driving around the corner
and I see these two dickheads hiding behind a rock.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
So this hearse, did it have a body in it?
Uh, I mean--
- Look--
I think you should ask your husband that question.
"Husband." Suits you.
- You shite talker.
- Go on, then.
- No, no, love, of course it didn't have a body in it.
- Did it have a body in it?
- Yes, ma'am, it did.
- Didn't want to stink up your house.
- Very civilized. - Thank you.
So how's things with the doc?
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's all right.
Lot of questions.
- Oh, yeah?
- "Was being a solider worth it?"
And, "Did you make the world a better place?"
- Fuck yeah, we did.
- Fuck yeah? That's your answer?
- Yeah.
Bad guys were trying to do bad things,
and we stopped them any way we could, every fucking time.
Oh, fucking hell.
- I fucking missed you, mate. - Mm-hmm.
The friends you make out there
are the ones that stay with you, right?
- Is he getting all sentimental?
- Yeah, a little bit.
- I never see you guys. I'm allowed to be sentimental.
- Start singing, I swear I'll take you down.
- You're a bloody dickhead.
- Hey.
What happened to Arianna Demachi?
Think she was there...
When I got shot.
- Mate, maybe you're just misremembering it, you know?
- Doesn't make sense, though, does it?
Her being there alongside Zayef.
Are they working together?
Mafia widow and a jihadist?
- Mac, you got shot.
You almost died.
Nothing else matters.
I just wish you'd stayed on.
- No.
No, no, no, my boy did the right thing.
Got out. Look at him now.
He's got the house; he's got the wife;
he's got the kid; he's got the lawn,
which incidentally needs mowing.
- I know, I know, I was supposed to do it, but...
- Mac?
Mac, stay with us, bro.
- On me.
- Sorry? - Yellow car, one o'clock.
Stay low, stay in cover, and we flank, yeah?
- Uh, think I'm missing something here, buddy.
- Right. Every day, it drives past.
Either that, or it's sat there watching the house.
Every fucking day.
- Mac, I think we just-- we need to calm down.
- Don't--don't do that.
- Hey, stop. It's cool, bro.
- Just back me up. - Mac, Mac!
- Mac, are you all right?
Take it easy, mate. Come on.
- Wait, wait, what happened? Where am I?
- You're here. You're home.
We're calling to you. It's like you couldn't hear us.
- No, no, I was-- I was in Afghanistan.
There'd been an ambush.
- The hell are you talking about?
- Yeah, and then--then-- there were--I was in Munich.
- Mate, mate, all that's over.
It's over. You're safe. We're all here.
- Let's get you inside.
Let's get you a glass of water. Come on, come on, hey.
- Hey, hey! Come here!
Hey!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
- Mac!
Hey, what was that?
- I saw the driver.
It was Zayef.
- Mac. Can't have been him, Mac.
- Oh, bollocks, Wyatt.
You didn't see the driver, all right? I did.
- Mac, Zayef is dead. Confirmed kill.
- Really? Are you sure about that, eh?
Because he's currently
doing fucking laps around my neighborhood out there.
- Listen, maybe this is something you should, uh--
something to talk to the doc about.
- Fuck you, Wyatt. I'm not crazy.
- I didn't say that.
But first Arianna and now Zayef? Come on.
- Mate, you know we get this history--
- You know what? You don't fucking get anything!
I was the one who went after him, okay?
I was the one who got fucking shot.
Where were you two? Where the fuck were you two?
Fucking nowhere!
I know what I saw!
- Tom!
- I'll clean it up.
- You just woke Riley up, and you're scaring me.
- I just said I'll clean it up.
- We came for you, bro.
We did. Yeah, we did.
We came for you. - Just leave it.
- Listen to me.
This happens. This is exactly what happens.
And you're not in combat anymore,
but those instincts are fucking in you, man.
And they come out.
And now this is your home, and this is your family,
and you want to protect that; I understand.
When you see a fucking car out the front
and it looks like a threat, guess what.
Guess what, man. You make it a threat.
That's all.
- What if I'm right and you're wrong?
Yeah, what if there's unfinished business?
What if he's fucking still out there?
- He's not, man.
He's not.
I'm sorry. - It's okay.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It's okay.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, kid.
- You're not happy here?
- No, I--I am.
I am.
This is...
This is the life I always wanted.
Yeah, right.
I mean, the roof's leaking. We've got damp.
Garden needs work.
Living the dream, aren't we, hmm?
- Yeah, but it's okay.
That's--that's all just...
normal stuff.
- Yeah.
I'll remind of that next time you forget cut the grass.
You did your time in the forces.
You can let go now.
- Is it what you've always wanted?
Family, home?
Some people see that as a trap rather than a happy ending.
- Well, maybe when Wyatt left,
I was a little bit jealous of him.
The way he was able to go back to the real world,
just drop everything and walk away.
- But he didn't stick it out. - No, he gave it a go.
I didn't. I--I never tried.
I stopped looking for anything outside of the military
because that was my everything.
- Was it, though?
You had a certain disrespect for authority.
You questioned orders.
You broke the jaw of your CO once.
- Yeah, you're taking those out of context.
- Let's find the context, then.
Colonel Coltrane told you to wait,
to not engage the enemy, and yet you kept going.
You risked it all.
- Yeah, I had to do because the bomb went off.
- Well, that wasn't your fault.
- I had Zayef handcuffed
to a bloody bench right next to me.
And Mahir, I had him as well, and...
I made a choice, okay? I gambled.
It was all on me.
- So you felt responsible?
Willing to disobey orders to risk your life?
To die alone?
Where do you think that comes from?
- What does it matter?
- Maybe it could help explain your situation,
how you ended up here.
When did you start to think
you knew better than those above you?
- What the fuck is that?
- What's what?
That.
Get out! Out, out!
- Move, move!
Stay back!
Mac, fall back!
- This is Kilo 22 Charlie.
- Mac!
- Enemy contact, grid 456.
IED, enemy ambush to our right.
- Sniper! Get your fucking heads down!
McAllister, on me!
- Quick, 456723! Casualty, gunshot wound.
Request emergency CASEVAC, over!
Fuck!
Medic!
Mac, you need to clear Terry out from the woods!
Go left, flanking! Suppress their position!
Are you ready?
Two, one, move!
Front facing enemy, fire!
Hill left! Keep your heads down!
- Kilo 22 Delta.
Possible sighting-- enemy sniper.
Moving to engage.
- Magazine!
- Kilo 22 Delta,
engaging enemy, over.
Kilo 22 Charlie, this is Kilo 22 Delta.
Nothing heard, out.
- Don't move!
Hands! Let me see your hands!
Hands on your head.
You understand English?
You understand a gun, yeah?
Hands on your head!
Kilo 22 Delta, have enemy. Come in, over.
Oh, no, no, no, no. When I say, not when you want.
Uh-uh, I mean it, mate. I mean it.
- What? No, no, no!
Fucker! No!
Sit the fuck back down!
Sit down!
- Why didn't you let him kill me?
- Because he would have killed me next.
They are arbaki.
Not like soldier, but...
They are Ismatullah Rakesh's men.
He considers this his land.
Head north into Arghandab Valley
and you are in his fields.
- Poppy fields?
- Your people, my people.
All in his way. Bad for business.
- Yeah, well, don't start making fucking plans
for the future, mate. Do you hear me?
This is Kilo 22 Delta, come in.
- There will be more Rakesh men coming.
- What?
- And now you have killed one of them.
You don't even know the way out, do you?
Walakandsa, then. Yeah?
Small town, friendlies in the area.
- I'm bleeding.
- I don't give a shit. Get up and bleed.
Kilo 22 Delta, come in.
- I don't think it's working.
Ambushed you there for a reason.
No signal.
Shh, shh, get down.
Down.
Be quiet.
- All right. Come on, let's go.
- I can't. I can't.
- Fuck's sake.
- Let me see.
All right, let me try and patch you up.
But I mean it, if you fucking try anything, anything.
Surely, I'm dying. I'm dying.
- You're not dying.
You should be, though. Taking shots at us like that.
- This is my country.
- You're fucking Taliban.
Yeah, you're the bad guys.
We're trying to keep the peace.
All those peaceful airstrikes.
All those women and children.
Very good job, my friend.
- I'm not here to have a debate.
I'm here to get out of these woods.
The warlord's men.
- Call for help.
I'm gonna go on that ridge and you call for help.
Right? Just do it.
- Yeah, yeah.
- You see the ways the eyes move before death?
That's the brain
going over everything that has happened in your life...
trying to find an answer to this situation.
A way out...
forward, back...
there must be some way to stay alive.
How many men have you killed?
- Three now.
Come on, let's go.
- No.
Not that way.
- That's where we were fucking going.
- There.
- Come on, then.
Come on.
- Move it.
- We won't outrun them.
- You might not.
- I have a wife and a daughter.
- What, do you want sympathy? - I just don't want to die.
- You shot one of our guys.
Right now, he might be
in the back of some wagon, bleeding out.
- Why was he even here?
- It's our job. - Your job?
You don't even know yourself.
- I know if you were smart,
you'd stop gobbing off and move it.
Come on.
- I can't.
- Don't sit. What are you sitting down for?
Hey.
Do you want to see that wife and daughter of yours again?
Hey, do you? Move.
- What's that place?
- There is where the Russians had their men back in the war.
- All right, we hole up there for five minutes, patch up,
and then we're moving again, right?
This is Kilo 22 Delta, uh, northeast of the forest.
Stone structure, hostiles in pursuit, over.
- Here.
- Maybe they've given up.
- They will not give up.
They get paid more if they find people like us.
- You local?
- No.
My home is...far away.
Shh. Stay down.
Stop fucking moving. Shut up.
Move, move!
Go, go, go!
Oh, shit! Put your head down!
Go! Move, move, move!
Go!
This was a bad fucking idea.
We need to get out of here.
- Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Go.
You okay?
- Good. - Come on. Let's move.
We need to move. Come on.
Do you have a rock up your ass? Come on!
- Yeah?
Hey!
Come on.
No, don't.
Don't.
You get me out of the forest, okay?
You get me to safety, we both walk away.
Yeah?
We're a team.
- We're not a fucking team.
- No, we shouldn't be.
Yeah, we shouldn't be.
But right now, I'm only alive because of you.
You're only alive because of me.
- That means more than orders?
- Yeah. You have my word.
You fucking point a gun at me?
You point a fucking gun at me?
Me and my fucking word.
- Come on.
- Kilo 22 Delta, this is 33 Alpha, radio check.
- This is Kilo 22 Delta. Receiving, over.
- RP Kilo 22 Delta, radio check, over.
- Good check.
- RV at 57342661. - Copy that.
It's all right. You're good.
- Your word, yes? - Yeah.
- McAllister!
You split from your team and then engaged the enemy.
- I radioed it in, sir, and I got no response.
And considering the condition
of Lance Corporal Roberts at the time...
How is he?
- He's stable. Who's your pal?
- He's nobody.
He's just a local. He gave me directions.
I thought we could give him a lift to the next town.
What--hang on a minute.
Wait, he's nothing to do with this.
Hang on a minute, boys. - You don't get to decide this.
- Just hang on a second.
- Lance Corporal! - Leave him alone.
- I strongly suggest you stand down.
- Sir.
- It's back.
Dad, it's back.
- What's back?
Go inside the house. Go on, go.
What are you doing outside my house?
Hey, what do you want? Come on!
What do you want?
Come on!
- What are you doing in my house?
What the hell?
- I'm sorry, I-- I'm so sorry, I--
I heard a noise, and I th--
It's the car. The car's outside.
Everything's falling apart.
And if this goes on,
I'll lose Amy.
She'll take the kid.
- You don't want to let go.
- No.
- What happened to the Taliban sniper?
- I don't know.
- Thomas, when you lie to me,
you're really lying to yourself.
Haven't you figured that out?
- He wasn't some goat herder.
He was Taliban.
Whatever happened to him, he deserved it.
- He died in custody.
The result of enhanced interrogation,
which is a polite way of saying "torture."
- I could've done more.
I shouldn't have gave him my word.
- But it did set you on a road that led to Section.
All the way to the Schwarzer Tempel Estate.
It made you what you were.
- I was just a soldier.
Nothing special.
- You really believe that, don't you?
You don't think you were good enough,
that you made a difference.
Do you think the Afghan was right?
Those last moments of a life?
- The brain running through the past, the future,
trying to find an answer, a way out?
A way to survive?
- I don't know.
- You should.
What was it like lying there, bleeding out?
Picture yourself back there.
The sounds, the smells.
What are you seeing?
Thomas, what are you hearing?
- Shouts.
Gunfire.
- Who was it?
- Hold the fuck on, Mac! Hold on!
- It was them.
They were coming to save me.
- Stairs right. Moving out.
- Moving.
- Let's go! Move, move, move, move!
- Moving.
- Thomas?
Thomas.
- Suppressing!
- Moving out!
- Moving.
- Fuck!
- Moving!
Team is inbound.
Hold the fuck on, Mac! Hold on!
Move, move!
All right, on me. Move, move, move!
Clear! Go, move!
Here he is! Eyes on, eyes on.
Mac! Shit.
Med kit, med kit!
Hey, hey, hey. Okay, is he breathing?
Hey, stay with us, bro. Stay with us.
- They came for you.
- I was thinking... just to hold on.
Just one more breath.
One more second.
- Then it would be all right.
Lying there, bleeding out.
Just looking for a way to survive.
Every angle, past and present...
And future.
You have to try, right?
I know why you remind me of her now.
Even worse...
I've figured it all out.
You and Zayef.
Just one of those things that all fell into place.
- It's a little too late.
- Yeah.
Probably.
They'll come for you.
I know that for sure.
They'll come for you, and you'll die alone.
- It's all right, brother. We're here for you.
We're here for you.
Hey, stay with us, bro. Stay with us.
Another one. Okay, another one.
It's okay, we're here for you.
- Stupid, but...
this is how I always pictured it.
One day, place like this...
kid like you.
- We came for you.
You know that, right?
It's okay, bro. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
We need help. We need a--we need medevac.
We need a medevac.
Don't you fucking leave me!
Don't you leave me.
- Yeah.
I heard you.
And then I tried.
You know, I really, really tried.
- It's okay, mate.
You did good, all said and done.
You did good, mate.
- Thanks, kid.
- You can let go now.
- Grass needs cutting, though.
- Bastard.
- No, no, no, no!
It's okay.
- Come on. - Shh.
Don't you fucking leave me.
- He's gone. - Yeah.
- It's over. - No.
- Let him go. - No!
- Let him go.
Come on. - Man, fuck off.
- Oh, you're going that way, are you?
- There's no getting away from me.
- Can't catch me! You're it, Mom.
- Come here, come here. I'm gonna get ya.
Don't you get me. I'm in charge here.
Come here, girl!
- I've got ya!
I can't change what happened in Munich...
but I can change whatever's coming next.
I understand that, for some of you, this is personal.
Don't move!
Zayef. Where is he?
- Where is he? - Loric Demachi.
Zayef, the Demachi's, we have our lead.
Close the lighter.