(AIRPLANE FLYING PAST)
(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)
MAN: Cap station changed to sector Lima, 50 miles, Angels 320, over.
I'm outside, roger.
MAN 1 ON RADIO: Mayday! Kuwaiti Star here!
MAN 2 ON RADIO: Your bogey, 20 right, 35. Over.
MAN 3 ON RADIO: No joy. Keep bogey dope coming. Over.
MAN 2: Target 306, platform. State 5.0.
Target tanker, what's your posit?
MAN 1: This is tanker Kuwaiti Star. Mayday!
Can anybody hear us? Please, answer!
- Sir. - This is tanker Kuwaiti Star!
Kuwaiti Star, this is United States warship Yankee Bravo.
What is your situation, over?
We have been attacked! Five wounded. Please, come now!
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
MAN 2: Roger, Kuwaiti Star. This is United States Navy helo
approaching your position. Stand by, over.
Yankee Bravo, this is Nightingale 501.
We have visual contact with the burning tanker.
Bearing 209. Range, two miles.
Have established radio communication. ETA one minute.
Roger, 01. Continue inbound. Be careful.
Get the TAO in here.
MAN 2: Yankee Bravo. Nightingale 501.
We have reached Kuwaiti Star's position. Circling tanker.
It is on fire and adrift, over.
Roger, 01. Stand by. Gunship is en route your sector. Over.
MAN 1: We cannot wait!
We are about to explode and we have five men wounded!
MAN 2: Yankee Bravo, don't think we can wait.
Request permission to go in.
MAN 1: We are carrying high-grade fuel! We are going to explode!
All right.
Roger, 01. Watch yourself.
MAN 2: Kuwaiti Star, stand by.
We're coming in on your port side.
MAN 1: Thank you.
Okay, we move all the crew to port side for you to pick up. Thank you.
Okay, Kuwaiti Star, this is US Navy helo.
Kuwaiti Star, we're moving into position to lower a diver onto your deck.
It'd be a big help if you could keep an area clear in front of the bridge for us. Over.
MAN 3: We're running 2K over the bridge, and I'll go in on the port side.
We got a gunboat on our starboard side!
I got him here.
(OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Unidentified gunboat,
I am an United States Navy helicopter,
here to take off wounded from the tanker.
I am unarmed in international waters. What are your intentions? Over.
(SCREAMS)
No! Webb's hit! Webb's hit!
- Webb! - Yankee Bravo, we're taking gunfire!
Tell them to get the hell out of there.
Nightingale 01, get out of there!
Gunship, cease fire! Cease fire!
Yankee Bravo, this is 501! They got our tail rotor!
- We're going to... -01, get out of there!
The helicopter has been hit! The helicopter has been hit!
Nightingale 01, this is Yankee Bravo. Come in.
(RADIO STATIC)
Come in, 01.
Nightingale 01, this is Yankee Bravo. Come in.
(RADIO STATIC)
Come in, 01.
Where the fuck am I?
Hawkins! Where's Graham?
Who cares?
He's getting married in 30 minutes.
- Hey, there you are. - Hey.
How are you doing?
I don't know, man.
Stopped drinking and started thinking.
Shouldn't have done that.
I don't know if I can do this thing, Jim.
Come on, Graham.
I'll be there, right by your side.
We'll do this thing together.
What do you mean "we," paleface?
- I gotta get dressed. - All right, man.
CURRAN: Lighten up, Chief. The best is all ahead of you.
Like what?
Marriage, children, a commitment. That's what's important.
It's too horrible to even think about.
Look, I have a commitment, to the teams.
Yeah, well, the teams aren't gonna last forever.
Then what are you gonna come home to?
A fridge full of beer and an address book full of phone numbers, that's what.
Coming from a guy whose marriage lasted all of what, a year and a half?
You should consider the source.
Is this really what you wanna do, Billy?
Yeah. Hell, I guess so.
You guess so. Well, that's beautiful.
Well, I'm sorry, guys, but I cannot be a part of this funeral procession.
See you later!
He's a crazy motherfucker!
- I hope he dies of pneumonia. - Did you see that shit?
Thank you!
(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)
What the hell am I doing? I hardly know this woman.
You've known her three years, Chief.
(PAGER BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
We gotta go, now.
(ORGAN ABRUPTLY STOPS)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
- Sorry, honey. I gotta go. - Now?
This minute.
This is some kind ofjoke, right? I don't believe it.
Sorry, Jo. Excuse me.
I know this is bad timing.
With you guys it's always bad timing.
I'll call you when I can.
Close call, Chief!
CURRAN: He was either born lucky or unlucky. I can't figure which.
- HAWKINS: It's over? - Never happened.
That was quick.
- What's going on? - Balloon went up. Get in.
Gentlemen, there's a God in heaven.
(IN ARABIC)
You bastard!
(ALL SHOUTING)
Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!
(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)
- Clear! - Clear!
Clear!
Real clear.
CURRAN: Search team in.
X- Ray, this is Bad Karma. Objective secured.
MAN ON RADIO: Bad Karma, X-Ray. What is your situation? Over.
Preparing to move. Three passengers. On schedule. Primary LZ.
-60 seconds. - X-Ray, roger. Out.
We're a SEAL team. We're here to get you out.
- I believe you. - MAN: 50 seconds.
Bad guy.
Good guy.
I want you to relax, okay?
(GROANING)
MAN: Hey, hey.
MAN 2: Clearing, gotta move. MAN ON RADIO: Twenty-five.
We got a locked door over here.
Hawkins, don't break...
Damn!
We got an unknown in here.
We're compromised. Everybody out, now!
I got him.
(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)
- What's he saying? What's he saying? - He says he's an Egyptian sailor.
- Take his fucking picture! - All right. I got it.
Bad guys thought he was a spy. They beat the shit out of him.
Egyptian sailor, my ass!
I ought to smoke this piece of shit right here.
Hawkins! Damn it! Let's go!
What was that shit at the door?
Room service.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(GUNS FIRING)
- Where is he? - Rooftop! Rooftop! Back of us!
God? God?
MAN ON RADIO: God here.
God, we got a single shooter, southeast tower.
Yeah, I see him.
Nice shot, but you got two more.
Got nothing on starlight. Switching to thermal.
Okay.
Hold on.
(GUN FIRING)
- God, what's our status? - They're not moving. You're clear.
Let's move out.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
MAN: Get those men inside!
We are meeting heavy resistance.
What the fuck is this? Fuck this soft target!
BILLY: They're coming out of the fucking woodwork!
Bad guys! Alley! To the rear!
Fuck!
Hang on! God damn it. We're losing him.
- We gotta get him out of here. - Partying now!
Come on, Dale. We gotta move!
All units, we're cut off from our primary LZ.
Going to LZ Two. Repeat, going to LZ Two.
MAN ON RADIO: Bad Karma, X-Ray. Roger.
You're starting to piss me off. Now cool out!
I am cool. You should see me when I'm hot.
- Help me. - Jimmy, let's go.
- You gotta buy us some time. - How much time do you want?
Bird leaves at 0245. Be there or swim.
We got more coming!
Ramos, give me a hand.
- Graham! - Yo!
Cover me!
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
I hope these fuckers paid their gas bill.
(EXCLAIMS)
- HAWKINS: Case of beer, Billy! - You got it!
(MEN CHATTERING)
Shit! Follow me!
(MEN CHATTERING IN ARABIC)
(MEN YELLING)
(MEN CONTINUE YELLING)
Why aren't they firing?
That's why. Stingers.
- Shit! Guided missiles? - Jackpot.
Bad Karma Leader, this is Bad Karma Two. Do you copy? Over.
(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)
Leader, this is Two. Do you copy?
(MAN YELLING)
Leader, this is Two. Do you copy?
- May I? - What do you have in mind?
Well,
I'm gonna do this.
Shit!
And now,
- I'm gonna do this. - God damn it, Hawkins!
(GUNS FIRING)
- It didn't blow. - No shit, sir!
Behind those bags, cover. Take cover. Let's set perimeters.
MAN ON RADIO: X-Ray, Bad Karma. We're extracting.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
Sniper on the wall!
There's another one!
Bad Karma, X-Ray coming in. Take in five.
- Come on! We gotta go! - Where's Hawkins?
Bad Karma, X-Ray grounded. Load them up. Come on. Let's go!
All right! Extract! Everybody go! Go! Go!
We just found an entire warehouse full of missiles!
- We gotta blow them! - What?
- Missiles! - No! We're extracting!
Give me the breaching charges! I can handle it!
- No! We're extracting now! - I can handle it!
No! Let's move out! Go!
Units, let's go. Come on, let's move!
Let's go!
Come on! Move! In! In! In!
(MEN SHOUTING)
MAN ON RADIO: Yankee Bravo, X-Ray. Pickup complete. RTB. ETA 10 minutes.
CURRAN: How's he doing? MAN: I think he'll be okay.
- Good. - Lieutenant, I really...
You guys are incredible. Thank you.
There's no reason to thank us because we don't exist.
You never saw us. This never happened.
Yankee Bravo, X-Ray. On final. Tally-ho.
One more thing.
You're welcome.
Yankee Bravo, X-Ray. Roger. Steady 306. Needle's good on the ball.
X- Ray to Bravo. Clear to land. Pad two.
- Describe your method of entry. - I came through a skylight.
- And you had contact in the hallway? - One confirmed.
What was your action at the objective area?
I entered the room in the third position. Swept left to right.
- Did you fire your weapon? - Fucking A, sir.
- There were no other documents? - I got everything in the room.
- Everything? - Everything but the onions.
Crew chief was dead. Copilot had serious internal injuries.
I stabilized him, prepared to move.
That's when the shit hit the fan.
The primary LZ was aborted.
I covered their movement to the secondary.
You engaged hostiles?
I vaporized hostiles.
Why did you decide to break silence and blow the door?
I thought I heard something.
We all hear things, Lieutenant. Some of us react differently.
Some of us don't react at all.
Why did you let this man go?
I had a plane to catch.
(SPEAKING HEBREW)
Can you tell us why you elected not to go back in
and blow up the missiles, Lieutenant?
I had one dead and two wounded.
I didn't have time to dick around.
You consider searching for internationally important munitions dicking around?
Hey, don't point the finger at me
about something you guys at intel should've known about in the first place.
By the way, thanks for the hot tip
on the 100 assholes we encountered at your soft target.
Makes you wonder why they call it intelligence.
That'll be enough, Lieutenant.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, mail from the boat.
Hey, LT, wanna lose some of that combat pay?
No. I'll keep my 60 bucks, thanks.
Am I interrupting something?
No. No.
I thought you might want to take a look at that.
Could have used this a week ago.
- Yeah, well, who knew? - God damn.
I am still jacked up.
You wanna talk about a rush? Fuck me!
You wanna keep that emotion under control.
Yeah, but it's flowing through me, boss. It's flowing right through me.
That high is not the one you're looking for.
Believe me.
End of lecture?
Yeah, for now.
SHAHEED: You cannot invade our land and talk about security.
You cannot send soldiers into our homes and talk about peace.
You cannot kill a man's family and talk about human rights.
And you wage this war with acts of terrorism against civilians.
If America kills our people, then our people will kill Americans.
As in the bombing of the Marine barracks in Beirut in 1983?
In the reprisal for the shelling of our homes
and the murder of our families by American warships.
He's a real sweetheart, huh?
- How does he fit in over there? - Shaheed?
He just emerged as leader of a group.
- Al-Shuhada. - MAN: Al-Shuhada.
- Whatever. - Who are they?
They just put a new team in the field.
We know next to nothing about them
except we believe they're connected to the Hezbollah.
Jesus! We don't know much about anything, do we?
Who's that reporter?
- Claire Verens? - Yeah.
- How come she's so knowledgeable? - Well, she's half-Lebanese.
She's got contacts over there we couldn't even hope to have.
MAN: She covered the Mideast for the networks for five years.
She's a reporter. She's not gonna give us anything.
What they've got is the perfect terrorist weapon.
Portable, hand-held.
Jesus. What a mess.
Those fanatics got a warehouse full of these missiles.
Why in the hell didn't you blow those things when you had the chance?
Sir, the lieutenant made a decision under fire.
And we stand behind that decision.
Navy SEALs, they're paid to take risks.
They're paid to get shot at, they're paid to die if necessary.
- Now, I take exception to that decision. - Damn it, Warren.
The point here is not what might have been done, but what we do now.
With due respect, sir, let me take my team back in there.
With my first-hand knowledge of this Shaheed...
(CLEARS THROAT)
That'll be up to the President.
Now, we'll see if he wants to give your SEALs another opportunity.
Nobody's blaming the SEALs and nobody is blaming you, Curran.
Sir, I don't care about the blame.
I care about the safety of my team
and I care about getting those Stingers back.
The situation has changed.
No one knows where in the hell those missiles are.
It's up to the intelligence community now.
It's out of our hands. Completely out of our hands.
- I don't accept that. - It's out of your hands.
You're an operator, not a policymaker. Get used to it.
I had him.
I should have taken him out when I had him.
How do you know you would have made it?
I think more than likely you and your team would have been waxed.
Well, like the man says, that's what we're paid to do.
I want your team to stand down for a while.
Relax. Cool out. Get some perspective on this, all right?
Lieutenant?
Aye, sir.
(THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN PLAYING)
Keep your head down, hotshot!
(WHOOPING)
Incoming!
(WHOOPING)
(CHEERING)
(WHOOPING)
- Fellow cake-eater. - Hotshot.
- Brain grenade? - Sure.
What, are you still thinking about bad guys?
Yeah.
- As a matter of fact, I am. - It's old news, man.
We go in there, we hit them and forget them.
It's what we do, right?
There's more to it than that.
Look, if you got a problem, do something about it.
You stick it out, then don't be afraid to get it cut off.
That's what I always say.
You gotta get these emotions under control, son.
I need to know if this is what you want.
Jo, I want this.
I love you and I wanna marry you.
And you... But you know who I am.
- And you just gotta understand... - I understand, I do.
I know that you can be pulled away at any time to go anywhere. I know that.
If anybody knows that, I do.
It's part of the package and I'm in it for the long haul.
I love you, Billy.
Just let my man shoot here, okay? Just take it easy. $50 on this.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Wait a minute.
That's my car. He's taking my car!
Hey!
That's what you get for parking on the fairway, Hawkins!
Wait a minute. Wait a minute!
(STRIKE LIKE LIGHTNING PLAYING)
(HORN BLARING)
Oh, shit!
(EXCLAIMS)
DUNNE: Okay, gentlemen. We're getting another shot at those missiles.
Satellite photos show them located in a merchant vessel called the Latanya
bound for Lebanon.
The ship's packed with Muslim pilgrims, which could present a hostage situation.
- MAN: How many terrorists, sir? - We don't know.
So what do we do about the hostage situation, sir?
Avoid it. At all costs.
DUNNE: That's right. The last thing we want is an international incident.
You know, the missiles could be booby-trapped.
So when you locate them, call the bomb disposal group.
Sounds like a real pleasure cruise.
Your insertion platform is the USN Nayak,
presently shadowing the Latanya off the coast of Syria.
(SONAR BEEPING)
- Captain. - Well, here she is, gentlemen.
CURRAN: Looks peaceful enough.
Let's go swimming.
The op's a go. Equipment check in 30 mikes.
All right, you heard the man. Rock the box.
Lockout chamber clear.
Up! Up!
Open it up.
- Valve's open to the max. - Water pressure?
(METALLIC CREAKING)
(GOAT BLEATING)
(MEN CHATTERING)
(CHATTERING NERVOUSLY)
Ask him where the gunmen are.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
- Says there are none. - Ask him about the missiles.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Nothing.
He's running out of time.
What gunmen? What missiles?
This is a merchant ship. We're carrying machine parts.
What the hell's going on here?
We got the right ship.
(EXPLOSION)
- BILLY: What was that? - Deal with him!
Rexer! You stay.
(PEOPLE YELLING)
Leader, this is Two. Be advised, we've had an explosion.
MAN ON RADIO: What kind of explosion?
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Hawkins, what's your status?
- Hawkins, talk to me! - Hold on.
- What's he saying? - Something about your mother.
Never talk about Mom.
- What's this? - Looks like a dead terrorist to me, boss.
- What happened? - Capped a bad guy down in the hold.
Looks like he fell on his own booby trap.
Okay. Round everybody up, pat them down. Let's get EOD in here.
You got it.
I've got nine crates in the forward hold!
Lieutenant, I think you boys have been had.
No shit.
CLAIRE: True Islam does not preach terrorism.
True Islam is one of the most tolerant of the world's religions,
accepting Christians and Jews as people of the same God.
True Islam also preaches equality and justice.
The Shiite Muslims of Lebanon have seen little of either.
Fourteen years of devastating civil war
have given rise to small but militant groups of fundamentalists
who believe the very survival of their faith is at stake.
And then tolerance fades
and faith turns to anger.
For the Al-Shuhada of Lebanon, it's turned to absolute rage.
- MAN: Perfect. - Great.
Okay, that's it.
I wanted to ask you a couple of questions.
I'm interested in your work
and I thought I might be able to look at some of your research material.
Who are you? Who do you represent?
My name is James Curran. I don't represent anyone.
I'm in the Navy.
And what do you do for the Navy?
I'm with the teams.
- A SEAL, huh? - That's right.
Okay. Let's have lunch.
CLAIRE: Why do you keep going back to the Al-Shuhada?
Is there something special about this group that interests you?
No.
You know, I don't think we're having a Mideast current affairs lesson here.
I think we're talking about missiles.
Missiles?
Why the hell do you think I'm sitting here?
Because I have strong contacts who are telling me
that US missiles have somehow found their way there.
Now I have a Navy SEAL asking me questions about Shaheed.
You're telling me the Al-Shuhada has gotten their hands on US missiles?
No, you're telling me.
- I didn't say anything. - Me neither.
Come on, Lieutenant. What are the SEALs up to?
Nothing special. Training.
May I take a look?
Sure.
(MEN SHOUTING)
Only about 10% will make it.
For these guys, it's all about endurance.
All that and a paycheck, too?
A very small one.
- These guys, they don't do it for money. - What?
- They don't do it for money. - Then why do they do it?
I guess we're all trying to prove something to ourselves.
It's called a dive tower.
What are they doing exactly?
They're simulating planting explosives on a ship's hull.
So you really think they're keeping the missiles on a ship?
This is normal training, Claire.
MAN ON PA: Lieutenant Scott, you have a telephone call on line three.
- That's normal? - No, that's abnormal.
That's Hawkins. He's part fish.
I think we'd better get out of here
before he presses something else up against the window.
- You ever had any Mideast assignments? - Beirut.
- When? - '83, '84.
So you were there during the bombing of the Marine barracks?
Yeah, I was there, all right.
Lost a couple of good friends that day.
So what about it?
Are you gonna tell me what I wanna know about the missiles or not?
You don't seem to understand, Lieutenant. I'm a journalist, not a spy.
What's this, the Officers' Club?
No.
We call this the kill house.
We use it for CQB.
Close-quarters battle.
Sounds like fun.
It is.
- Clear! - Clear!
Thanks.
(MEN LAUGHING)
MAN: She's not upset, is she, Lieutenant?
Sweet!
Hey, hey, hey.
What the hell was that about?
It's about being in the middle of a war
and not being able to do a damn thing about it!
You know he's got the missiles. I know he's got the missiles.
Now, what are we gonna do about it?
- Are the SEALs going after him? - If we can find him.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
Who does?
I don't know. I don't know what I can tell you.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
Good evening, sir.
Welcome to ll Giardino.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
In the Fireplace Room. Right this way.
- Hey, Hawk. How you doing? - Hi, Ruth. How you doing?
I'm just gonna borrow your phone.
- Right this way, please. - Great. Thanks.
Yes, can I have the Command Duty Officer, please?
Thank you.
Yeah, this is Captain Dunne.
Beep Lieutenant Curran immediately.
Right away.
And you made your home in the Navy, right?
Not necessarily. How about you?
Hi, girls. What's happening?
- Hi. - Good to see you.
There's a familiar face. How you doing? Dale Hawkins.
- Pleased to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
This is Claire Verens. She's a journalist.
- She specializes in the Middle East. - Well, Beirut, really.
One of my favorite spots.
What a shithole.
- You been there? - Are you kidding?
Rags knocking each other off like the national pastime.
Rags?
Ragheads. Arabs.
I think they're all a few sandwiches shy of a picnic.
I happen to be half-rag myself.
My mother's Lebanese.
Is she?
Well, I guess I've done it again, haven't I?
What's new?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.
(PAGER BEEPING)
I was just being me, you know?
What's up?
I've gotta leave. I'm sorry.
- Can I give you a call? - Yeah, sure. That's fine.
- Can you give her a ride home? - Gladly.
I'll be fine.
We'll see you around, boss.
So, where were we?
Well, I was insulting your heritage, and now we're having dinner.
- MAN: Enjoy. - Thank you.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
So I guess growing up in the wetback section of Fresno wasn't that bad.
- It was... - You mean Mexican?
Wet... Depends if they're working for you or not.
You're gonna actually make me think before I talk, aren't you?
I'm sure that'll be a first.
Anyways, my mom taught school and my dad,
when he did work, he used to supervise fruit pickers.
He had to drive around the fields in a golf cart 'cause a Jap...
...anese mine blew both of his feet off, so he couldn't get around too well.
He's a good guy, but he thinks I'm nuts for being a full-time frogman.
What are we doing?
Well, hopefully each other, if all goes as planned.
(TAPE STOPS)
You don't like these guys? Well, me neither.
So, you got a favorite tune?
Yeah. Do you know "Turn the car around and take me to my hotel"?
What's wrong? Look, we got a beautiful ocean, we got the moon,
we got two people strongly attracted to each other.
Two?
Well, one out of two ain't bad, huh?
See you.
Wait a minute. Claire. Come on. Claire! Hey!
Wait a minute. Come here.
Now, look. You're a vaguely amusing and not unattractive guy,
but I'm not even remotely interested.
And if you don't take me to my hotel, that means I have to walk.
So I guess the weekend in Bora Bora is out of the question, right?
Come on.
(SIGHS)
(HONKS HORN)
- Nice move. - What's the matter with you?
- What kind of bullshit was that?
Hey, trust me with your life but not your money or your wife.
You're an asshole!
What is up with you? Am I missing something here?
- Yeah, a lot. - Why don't you fill me in?
I told her about the Stingers.
Shaheed.
Well, that's great.
Why the hell did you do that?
Information.
Who are you? The goddamn CIA now?
CIA's giving us nothing.
They never have and they never will.
She's all we've got.
We've still got her, don't we, Hawkins?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's still around. Sure.
Help me out with this.
Okay. You got me.
All you had to do was say something.
MAN ON TV: To recap our lead story,
a private jet carrying an Algerian negotiating committee
was shot down this morning as it left the airport in Madrid.
Seven passengers and two crewmen were killed.
- What's up, skipper? - Take a look at this.
Eyewitnesses report the plane exploded less than a minute after takeoff.
Unconfirmed reports say the weapon which downed the plane
was an American-built, hand-held missile called the Stinger.
Two men believed responsible for the attack were captured.
Spanish police say they have evidence
that more attacks on civilian aircraft are planned.
Did you hear what happened?
Your defender of religious faith just blew a peace commission out of the sky.
It's happening, Claire.
Help us. Give me some information. Something. Anything!
Why can't you understand?
I don't create the news. I report it. I'm a journalist.
- You're involved. - I won't be an accomplice.
Well, who are you helping by not giving me any information?
All right.
Write your story. And the next one.
And when the next plane is shot down,
make sure you get the names and ages of the innocent victims right.
Okay.
But I can't volunteer anything.
You ask the questions and I'll try and answer what I know.
All right.
I think I've got something.
Walid Fahladi.
Wasn't he with Shaheed's go-between at the second meeting that you had in...
- Balbec. Right. - Balbec. Yeah, that's right.
Right, right, right. Now we're getting someplace.
Except he dropped out of sight six months ago.
- What are you talking about? - Disappeared.
Kidnapping, probably. Could've been the Israelis.
Great.
Now, that is the best goddamn idea I've heard all day.
- What? - What you just said.
What did I just say?
Why don't we just go in there,
grab one of these cheese-dicks and make them talk?
Sounds great.
I don't think she's taking us that seriously.
What do you expect?
I don't think you understand the situation.
These guys are religious zealots. There's no way you could make them talk.
You're dealing with extremists.
- And you're dealing with the Navy SEALs. - Oh, okay.
(ALL CHATTERING)
All right. I've heard enough. I've heard enough.
I can assure you that this administration
will take no part in the kidnapping of a foreign national.
- MAN: Warren, hear him out. - No.
I appreciate your zeal in this matter, Dick, but it's totally out of the question.
Just a minute. We know this guy.
- You know him, Elliott? - Yeah, he's a paid asset.
We've bought information from him in the past.
I always thought he was a little fish.
If this guy has any information, why hasn't he contacted you already?
He's probably scared shitless.
But if we extract him and we make it look like a kidnapping,
I feel certain he'd sell us anything he knows.
Look, can we call this a defection? I'm thinking...
You can call it an immigration if you want to, Jim.
The point is, you give the guy money, he jumps into bed.
Warren, shall we continue to plan?
All right. I'll update the President.
All right. Let's go through it again.
It may be the last chance with this model, so go over it again.
- Ramos. - Street to south.
- Graham. - Street to the north.
- Hawkins. - Front door. First floor.
- Dane. - Side wall. Second floor secure.
- Right. Rexer. - Rear wall. Secure courtyard.
All right, for those people on the street,
if there's any trouble, collapse on the house.
Those inside, stay inside.
We move out together, only together.
Remember, there's only one hostile, a bodyguard,
so let's not hose down the place.
I'd be happy if no shots were fired.
So would he, I'm sure.
- I want you to keep right on top of him. - I'm sure it'll be okay.
You're gonna be on Syrian and Israeli radar the moment you take off.
So you have to stay in commercial airspace
and jump from 12 miles offshore and swim in.
Assuming everything goes okay,
the biggest thing to worry about is the extraction.
You'll be extracting in a Ribex.
It'll be on radar the moment it starts in.
You only get one pass at it.
If you're not right there on time to the second,
you're gonna have to walk home.
We'll be there, skipper.
Do the deed!
Two hours in.
Forty-five minutes at the beach landing site.
If I'm a no-show, you're taking them in.
With pleasure. Just a walk in the park.
No, it isn't.
Just because we aren't expecting resistance,
don't relax on this one.
How you doing?
I hate jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.
You don't gotta love it, you just gotta do it.
What's our altitude?
- What's our altitude? - It's about 30,000. That's six miles up.
You guys are crazy.
That's right, and proud of it, baby.
MAN ON RADIO: Zebra 23, six minutes to launch point.
Copy, Black Fire.
Roger. Six minutes.
Six minutes!
Six minutes.
Hey, man, what's with the goggles? You look like you're underwater already.
Eat shit!
MAN ON RADIO: Okay, gentlemen, grab your masks.
We're beginning to depressurize.
We are going to depressurize here.
MAN: Let's go.
Jesus, Dane! Who the fuck packed your chute?
It doesn't look good. I wouldn't jump it if I were you.
MAN: All right, gentlemen. Stand by.
On the green! On the green!
One more thing. For God's sakes, be careful out there!
If I was careful, I'd be in the Coast Guard.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Go! Go! Go!
Oh, shit!
CURRAN: Shit! Graham's got a streamer!
Graham, release!
Release, Graham!
Bail! Bail! Bail!
Get away, Graham!
Pull out!
Pull out, Graham! Pull!
Pull!
MAN ON RADIO: Two booger-eaters dead ahead.
Easy.
(MEN CHATTERING)
There she is.
- Try and stay awake. - You bet.
Team, this is Leader. We're in.
Leader, this is God. I'm in position.
This is Five. Security set.
Two, this is Leader. What's your status?
Leader, this is Two. I'm in position.
Leader, this is Four.
I got a midnight stroller headed my way.
Is he gonna be a problem?
Four, this is Leader. Is he gonna be a problem?
Leader, this is Three.
Ramos ain't being rude.
Our strollerjust camped out in his backyard.
What's his status?
If he was any closer, he'd be inside him.
All right. Let's try to keep it quiet. We don't need a confrontation right now.
You got it.
(MAN SPEAKING IN ARABIC ON TV)
(DUBBED ARABIC DIALOG)
(HORSE SPEAKING ARABIC)
Leader, party just got bigger.
And they brought their fireworks.
I'm not there, Chief. You make the call.
Three, this is Two. Sounds like you need some help.
Negative, Two.
- I got them dead to rights. Stay put. - HAWKINS: I'm coming down.
- CURRAN: Hawkins, don't start anything. - I'm on my way.
Hawkins.
Ramos, we're clear?
Clear.
All right, Chief. Let's go tag them and bag them.
Hey, Chief.
He's dead.
I told you to stay put.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
(SOBBING)
(WAILING)
(WAILING) Oh, God!
Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!
MAN: Detail, ready. Aim. Fire!
(GUNS FIRE)
Aim. Fire!
Present!
(TRUMPET PLAYING TAPS)
On behalf of a grateful nation and a proud Navy,
I present this flag to you
in recognition of your son's years of honorable and faithful service
and his sacrifice for this nation.
Yes. Thank you.
MAN: Right!
Order!
I've got a right to know, James.
How did he die?
It was a training accident.
Bullshit.
You're lying.
I can't talk about it, Jo.
You can take all of that classified, unsung hero stuff and shove it!
Tell me something, James.
It may seem simple to you,
but if we had been married,
would I have gotten a flag?
Yeah.
You would have gotten a flag.
Oh, God.
(HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- God damn it, man! I can't watch this shit. - Another round here!
Let's get another round here!
Another round here! Another round!
- Put it on my tab. - You got it. Mr. Graham, right?
Billy Graham. All the drinks are on me tonight.
- Big spender! - That's right.
- What are you celebrating? - Retirement.
Hey! Where's mine?
ALL: Retirement!
Hey, ain't it time for the game?
Hell, yeah. Turn it on!
- Turn it on. - Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
We're watching the Cuervo Gold Golf Classic, okay? Thanks.
Is this your bar, squidly? 'Cause if it ain't, butt out.
You want me to butt out? Okay, right, yeah.
This guy wants a beer bottle shoved up his ass.
Butt out.
- Now who you telling to butt out? - Hey, hey, hey.
Excuse me. Excuse me. We just lost a good buddy.
Same guy that happens to be on that television.
So, we're having a couple drinks to say goodbye to him.
Now, why don't you say goodbye?
Fucking asshole.
I love you.
A toast.
Chief!
The best friend a guy ever had.
Hey.
What's your problem?
My toast not good enough for you?
You still don't get it, do you?
Don't you take any responsibility for what happened?
How come you left the doorway?
Huh?
You looking for a fight?
You looking for a rush? A little rush?
Well, I hope you got it.
'Cause you're toasting a man you put in the grave.
All right!
All right, I did! I fucked up!
I fucked up and he's gone!
And there isn't a damn thing I can do about it!
So what do you want from me? Huh?
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Excuse me. Excuse me. The party's over here.
Please.
No? I tried.
Hello?
You okay?
So when he tells you where the missiles are,
does that mean you have to go back?
Yeah.
- You should... - What?
Nothing. It's...
They found them.
So Mohammed spilled the beans, huh?
Hey. I'm still a part of this fucking outfit.
All right.
Grab your gear. We're going to Beirut.
DUNNE: The missiles are located in a schoolhouse in the Shiite slums of Beirut.
A contact from the Amal militia will meet you on the beach and take you in.
Heavy fighting has just broken out, so don't get involved.
Just get to the missiles and blow them. Be back in the water by dawn.
See you on the sub.
Make sure you're there.
(BOMBS EXPLODING)
Let's stash these boats.
Where the hell's this guy we're supposed to meet? He's late.
You're late.
You from Amal?
Ali.
Christ, he's just a kid.
I guess the kid's on point.
MAN: Incoming!
Go! Go! Go!
Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!
Dark side of the moon, guys.
Green line.
Druze, Amal, Hezbollah, Al-Shuhada.
(JET FLYING BY)
Israel.
The asshole of misery.
(MAN YELLING)
This ain't our beef, guys.
Let's move out.
(MAN YELLING)
Now knock it off! We need you!
- Watch the kid! - Like he was my own.
I'm going to high ground!
Find it!
- Cover me! - Go!
Fuck!
Hawkins!
Go!
Fucking kid led us into a shitstorm!
What was your first clue?
Bad Karma, this is God.
I'm about 100 meters to the west of your position.
Have multiple targets sighted.
God, this is Bad Karma. Come in.
God, this is Bad Karma. Come in!
It's not right. I'm gonna go check it out.
Keep me posted.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
You guys, I've got company up here.
You're an American?
God. Come in, God.
Your God doesn't help you now.
Dane?
Dane.
Hi, Lieutenant.
- Are you all right? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
This is Two. Dane's dead. We're coming down.
- Get us out of here, kid. - Come.
There.
- Where? - There.
I go.
(CHATTERING)
RAMOS: Looks like we got a slumber party on the third floor.
Looks like about it.
All right.
I'm going in.
I want in on this, Lieutenant.
Okay, let's do it.
You might need this.
Come on, guys.
- Clear. - Clear.
Clear.
- Bingo. - Verify it.
REXER: Let's pray for rain.
Jesus Christ!
Go to work.
Piece of cake.
Christ, the sun will be up in 10 or 15 minutes.
When that light hits the water, this boat will be compromised.
I'm sorry. In 20 minutes, we're out of here, SEALs or no SEALs.
Relax. They'll be here.
(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)
Leader, this is Two. It's getting real bright out here.
- What the fuck are they doing in there? - Maybe they're having breakfast.
Be advised. We have movement on the second floor.
(MAN SPEAKING ARABIC)
Boring conversation. Leader, we're gonna have company.
Rexer! Leary! We gotta go!
Do it.
(MEN SHOUTING)
(MEN SPEAKING ARABIC)
(EXCLAIMS)
Curran's hit.
Hello again, scumbag!
(GROANING)
Hawkins! Blow it!
Sorry, boss. I can't do that.
- Sounds like an order to me, Lieutenant. - Fuck his order!
Blow it. Blow it.
Leary, maintain your field of fire. Keep their fucking heads down.
Hawkins, yeah, okay. I'm going hot.
Rexer, try and get an angle on that balcony.
If he shows you a piece, blow it off.
Ramos, when I break cover, you rock the front of that building.
Here. You might need this.
(GUNS FIRING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
This is Two. I'm pinned down.
Ramos, jump on the 50. Put that fucker on his knees.
Hang tight. Hang tight.
Power is on its way.
Take that, Shaheed.
SEAL team. I've come to get you out.
- Christ! - Come on.
This is Two. We're moving.
Blow it, Ramos!
- You all right? - Never better!
Need some help over here!
Go, go, go, go!
(SIREN WAILING)
(SCREAMING)
(SHOUTING)
- I'm out of ammo here. - You got any mags?
Morphine syrette. Give me a morphine syrette.
I got it. I got it.
- Looks like I got an abdominal and a thigh. - Dress it. Quickly.
Quickly.
Okay, let it go. Let go for a second. Let go for a second.
You're really gonna love this.
Wow!
- Help him, Rexer. Ramos, you got rear! - RAMOS: I got one mag left.
Use it! Come on, pull it! Let's hit the beach!
(SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Come on! Come on! Come on! Move your fucking ass!
Out! Get out!
Get out! Move it!
Get out of here! Get out of here!
I got him.
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Put your heads down. Put your fucking heads down!
- Back down here. Back down! - All right, all right, all right.
It's a one-way street!
Oh, shit!
REXER: We know the ocean is west and we're traveling east,
so where the fuck are we?
Lost.
It looks the same. It all looks the same.
REXER: Stay left.
The sub leaves in five minutes. This doesn't look good.
- It just got worse. - Duck!
(SHOUTING)
I think we lost them.
- Behind us! - Oh, shit! He's right on my ass!
- We gotta get out of here! - No, don't move! He can't get a clear shot!
Hard right! Hard right! Hard right!
Leary, you got that missile. You might wanna think about using it.
I would if I could figure the damn thing out.
It's a one-shot deal.
- What? - You miss, we die.
(EXCLAIMS)
- We lost them! I think we lost them! - Thank God!
I can smell the ocean. We're close. Real close.
Yeah, real close.
- Fuck! - Get down!
Waste that fucker!
Eat this!
Outstanding.
- Come on! Come on! - Rexer!
Rexer.
The car's on fire, guys.
Come on, we got time. We gotta get out of here!
- What about Rexer? - Rexer's dead.
We got to leave him! He's dead.
Come on, Hawk! Get him up! Get him up!
Come right 270 degrees. Depth, 300.
All ahead standard.
Ten more minutes. That's all I ask.
Look, I've got 107 men aboard this half-billion-dollar piece of equipment.
No way I'm gonna hazard this boat.
All ahead standard. Depth, 300.
(MEN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(GRUNTING)
Come on.
(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
Come on! Get up! Get up!
They won't fuck with us in the water! Come on!
(SHOUTING)
Get down!
Down!
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(MEN SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SCREAMS)
(GUN FIRES)
(GASPING)
Clear!
- Any sign of the sub? - What do you think?
It's typical.
(COUGHING)
Maybe they heard something.
Maybe.
Maybe they heard the explosion.
HAWKINS: How long you guys wanna wait?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)