-[overlapping chatter] -[engines running]
[phone ringing]
[speaking Pashto]
[knocks]
[barking]
[in Pashto]
[shouting in Pashto]
You would have thought one example would be enough for them.
Let's see if you can convince them.
[grunts, pants]
[in Pashto]
Pick it up.
Now.
-[shouts] -[grunts]
[all shouting]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[all shouting]
[shouting indistinctly]
[gunshots]
[soldiers shouting indistinctly]
[shouting in Pashto]
[civilian screams]
[prisoner grunting]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[shouting indistinctly]
Don't leave them!
Stop!
Stop, you hear me?
Don't you leave them!
Get the fuck back down there, you hear me!
Stop!
No.
-[gunshot] -No!
-[panting] -[shouting]
[bell ringing]
[overlapping chatter]
I'm sorry, but he was really short.
I know, right!
[chattering continues]
You want to hear the latest?
Another proposal?
-Now you're just bragging. -[laughs]
Our butcher came to my father
and offered him my weight in beef to marry his son.
[friend] Whoo!
So, like a dozen patties?
Exactly! [laughs]
Wait, McDonald's for the reception?
Get me a Big Mac and I'll marry your butcher.
-[laughs] -Oh!
That's why they call it a happy meal.
-And for fries? -For fries, I would--
-[gunfire in distance] -[shouting in distance]
Taliban.
ISIS.
[shouting in Pashto]
-[gunshots] -[students screaming]
Out! Out! Out! Out!
[screaming continues]
Fuck going down!
The roof.
Go, go, go!
[gunshots continue]
[screaming]
[all panting]
[students screaming]
[all scream]
[soldier shouting in Pashto]
[in Pashto]
Which one is the whore Durani's daughter?
Which one of you is the daughter of Camila Durani?
Traitor to her people.
She wasn't here today.
She called in sick.
[students screaming]
[soldier shouts in Pashto]
They're going to come up here.
Car park. I can drive.
-[screams] -[shouts]
[in Pashto]
[gun clicks]
He's coming. He's coming.
You are the daughter of the whore
who forces learning on girls in defiance of the Prophet.
The Taliban at least read the Quran.
If you are ISIS, you know your founder couldn't even read his own name.
[chuckles]
-So, I am speaking to an educated woman? -Yes, you are.
Well, I don't need to explain that there is a price to be paid for arrogance.
[grunts]
-[crying] -You fled here with your cowardly parents.
Look at you.
You could have made good wives
if her mother hadn't poisoned you.
[girls screaming]
No! No! No!
Stop!
No! No!
[screaming]
Stop! No!
[leader on TV] Those girls who may be redeemed will be.
For the daughters of the American diplomats
and for those who are beyond redemption,
ten million dollars each
and the release of Sheik al-Shimali,
a holy man, imprisoned by the corrupt Taliban government.
Five days.
[speaking in Pashto]
They're gonna kill us.
No, they won't. We're worth something.
Unlike my friends.
Weren't you the one who told them they'd be safe on the roof?
We all heard you.
-How did that work out? -Leave her alone.
-Okay? That wasn't her fault. -Really? Then ask her friends.
Halle, you're alive right now because your father is the ambassador
and our parents are deputy ministers.
But of course, if you ever got your nose out of that TikTok,
you'd know that America doesn't pay ransoms to terrorists.
So maybe wipe that smug look off your face
and realize that we're all pretty close to dying.
Or being given to ISIS fighters.
-What? -Look around.
They took maybe 50 girls from the school.
Where do you think they are right now?
Hmm?
[in Pashto]
[door opens]
-This being 1106-- -[colonel] Let's hold that for a second.
Captain, you've been up my ass for a year and now you have your moment.
But before you humiliate yourself and the service,
I'm gonna give you one last chance to withdraw your complaint.
-With all respect, sir-- -Fuck your respect.
Warrant Officer Collins there flew into hostile territory and saved your life.
A mission that cost the lives of his fellow pilot and four Rangers,
wounding two others as he was almost shot out of the air.
And yet, you want him charged with cowardice.
Perhaps the colonel would understand if he watched his men be executed,
while Warrant Officer Collins chose safety over duty.
Safety?
You're right, Captain.
That must have been a terrible decision to make.
Maybe similar to one you made just a week before that.
Something some people think you should have been prosecuted for.
-Extenuating circumstances or not. -Yes, sir.
But you're willing for all that to come out again and risk prison yourself.
I'm willing to take responsibility for my actions.
He should as well.
Fine.
Me, I'm gonna wait until Monday.
Because I'm not in the mood to ruin my weekend.
We can go back on the record.
The session is adjourned at 1108.
Get the fuck out of here.
[door opens, closes]
[fighters grunting]
[grunts]
-[grunts] -[groans]
[captain] Tap out.
Tap out, fucker!
[grunts]
[both straining]
You tap out, bitch.
I heard you've been making friends.
Nice to see with my own eyes, though.
[sighs] Fuck you, Travis.
It should be fuck you, sir,
but after that, I don't think I'll pick a fight.
I lost.
Yeah, he seems to be savoring his victory.
Hit the showers.
Can't talk to someone who smells like a horse.
I know why you're here.
-And you're not gonna stop me-- -From blowing your career?
Wouldn't waste my breath.
Shower. Seriously.
When?
I leave for D.C. in an hour.
Hopefully they know more than they did last night.
I got you a seat on a C-5 departing at 1600 hours from Wiesbaden.
You fly commercial from there.
This has nothing to do with the big brass' worry
that my testimony is gonna take the shine off the Army's glistening reputation.
It's a closed hearing.
Whatever you're gonna say is never gonna leave that room,
and you know it.
The only head on a pike outside on the gate is gonna be yours.
So you're here to save me from myself.
I won't say I could give a fuck,
as we both know that would be a lie.
But right now, I care more about them.
This is CIA bullshit.
Send in Delta.
We did, rescue mission three days ago.
No survivors.
So this CIA bullshit is the only hope these girls have of seeing next week.
We're going in as an international relief organization.
Has to be 60% women to be believable.
There are a lot of good Rangers.
And you'd be surprised how many are women.
International.
[laughs]
Some mercenaries from Kurd-fuckistan?
I'm sure they're the best of the best.
When you meet these two,
you can ask them how many kills they had in Ukraine.
Which side?
It's your choice.
I just figured you'd rather take out all that anger
on the guy who hacked up your team,
instead of the pilot who saved your life.
Maybe not.
I think we both know
the only person you want to see pay for that crime
is sitting across from me.
Canadian passport and ID.
I managed to find the one photo
where you didn't have a middle finger in front of your face.
So, you know I'm going?
Seven years and I still know almost nothing about you, Jake.
This would be the exception.
Jessica Rabbit?
Rabit.
It's a proud, proud French-Canadian name.
[helicopter blades whirring]
Miss Rabbit?
Rabit, one B.
Where's the car?
-Let me take your bag. -No. Car.
It would look bad. It is my job.
Thank you.
I was going to ask you if you have any relation to this famous--
She's a fucking cartoon. How would I be related to her?
But they draw someone, right?
-So maybe your mother-- -Car.
Car.
Sorry for my car. People drive crazy in Pakistan.
[horns beeping]
-[tires screech] -[horn blares]
Holy shit!
See? Crazy!
[tires screech]
No, no. No need.
I'm celebrating being alive.
You put that toward a nice coffin.
Thank you.
Jessica. Raquel.
Call me Rocky.
It's Jake.
Listen, I don't need names.
I won't remember either of yours
and they're probably just as real as Jessica Rabit.
So you want what? Numbers?
Functions.
Then mechanic, which is close enough.
We're this way.
This is someone's idea of a safe house?
The safest that's left.
I'm afraid Pakistan is no longer the friendliest of allies.
You American or Afghan?
Because you want to know if you can trust me?
I know at least one Afghan I would trust over Americans any day.
Just one?
One still living.
We emigrated after my father was executed.
Tends to be the Taliban's punishment of first resort.
By the CIA.
He either shared information with the Taliban under torture
or he was a double agent.
Which one was it?
No way to know.
And assumptions are dangerous.
If I made them, I could assume you couldn't be trusted.
Unless it isn't true you killed your own team leader.
No. That is absolutely true.
Shot him?
Rock. About the size of a hardball.
I played shortstop in Baltimore. You're a pitcher?
You never know when a skill will come in handy.
I'm sure he deserved to die.
It was the last thing he deserved.
And I assume you shared this tidbit with the rest of the team?
No. They shared it with me.
When does Travis land?
That's Rocky's chair.
And I bet she's been here long enough to find another.
Travis?
-[Rocky] In the air. -Which is our Wi-Fi?
The one named Secret Secure Network.
[chuckles]
We have a long time to prep, do we?
You read Arabic? Daylight743?
You set this up.
-So you're Tech, right? -Mm-hmm.
Cher, no relation.
She doesn't need names. Just functions.
Well, aren't you a charmer?
Call me Geek.
That's Rachel.
Weapons specialist.
[both] Shooter!
[imitating gunfire]
"Shooter" it is.
You already pissed off Theresa.
Explosives, which may not have been wise.
-You can call me "The Bomb." -I like that.
[The Bomb] Always wanted someone to call me that.
-[Geek] You are The Bomb. -[The Bomb chuckles]
Oh, and here's our medic.
Hi. Was just in conference with our real doctor.
-Conference, right. -Somebody's jealous.
Girl, bah. Not at all.
I'm sure the close bond you've established
over the last, what, seven hours has been professional and productive.
-Jane. -She only wants functions.
I thought we'd be friends.
-As you make them so easily. -[Medic laughs]
[Geek] Oh, and here's Dr. Mike.
We just call him Dr. Mike
because he's the only one going by his real name.
-Mike. -Jake.
[Geek] Nah, nah, nah, nah. We gonna call you Rabbit.
Because what rabbits do best is run.
You see, Rabbit here escaped a hellhole
and left her whole team behind to be slaughtered.
That was after she killed her own CO.
Right, Rabbit?
Look, don't take offense, Rabbit.
Dr. Mike doesn't like us either.
We're just using him to get us across the border.
Been waiting a month for permission from the Pakistanis
to take medicine to Khost.
I agree. It magically appeared.
Khost, just across the border?
As far as the Taliban will allow us to go.
Also, where they're holding the sheik.
Not that we had a chance of getting him out of that prison.
-That was the plan? -Not one of our best.
All Americans.
-So who is this? -[Shooter] Badia Durani.
Mother was the Afghan Minister of Education.
Meeting her this morning.
We're meeting her?
-That's on Travis. -Great.
Even mom knows we're here.
So, we cross the border. Then what?
Drop off the medicine, then discover we have a cracked distributor cap.
Getting a new one will give us two days. Maybe three.
Can't take any weapons. Have to assume they're gonna strip the truck.
Travis's fucking weapon stash better be there.
-Right. -All our ID will hold up?
Names are all real staff.
Six women, two men.
You can count me on their side of the column.
Not wearing a fucking burqa.
[chuckles]
Where's the nearest Internet café?
Salaam.
[speaking in Pashto]
[ringing tone]
[receiver, in Pashto]
[in Pashto]
Who is this?
[Jake] English. So you're alone.
Tell me you're calling from America.
Awina, I need your help.
I'm Taliban and loyal to my country.
And the only people who hate ISIS more than the Americans is your Taliban.
[sighs]
I need to know where the American girls are.
Are you insane? How would I know?
[call waiting beeps]
You know how you know.
Well, I don't. No one knows.
You have 12 hours to find out.
Don't come here. I won't meet you.
You know that's a lie.
And you know where.
-[call waiting beeps] -What?
[Travis] How the fuck did you get here before me and you're still late?
Where?
[overlapping chatter]
Anything more complicated, you go straight to medic.
-Anything life-threatening-- -Got it, Doc.
Can you give us a second?
-Sure. -Thank you.
Got you a green tea.
I hear you've been making more friends.
Friends die.
Which is a pretty sure bet after what I've seen.
So,
we go in, find them based on questionable satellite data,
and if we find them, we shoot our way out.
Well, it's a little more refined than that.
Yeah.
I hear you have a weapon stash.
-Something for a rainy day. -You sure it's still there?
They proved pretty good at finding shit we left.
Under a metal floor I welded shut.
She's early.
How many people are you telling about your secret plan?
Nobody.
She found us.
Beautiful.
Minister.
Former. Camila.
You'll forgive us if we don't introduce ourselves.
I know why you're here. That's all I need.
Please, sit.
I'm curious to how you actually do know.
And I wish I could tell you.
-[Travis] Coffee? -This won't take long.
Do you know where my daughter is being held?
We have good information.
Even better than the last time?
Minister, we're risking lives based on that information.
So we're gonna do our darndest to make sure it's right.
I appreciate it.
But if it turns out your darndest isn't good enough,
I would ask you to deliver the ransom they demand.
That's 70 million dollars.
Ten million.
So for just your daughter?
I hope to have it by tomorrow.
You know we can't do that, Minister.
I'm giving you the option, if you need it.
To save my daughter from being publicly beheaded.
-But just your daughter? -Mine will be first.
Make a show of the Afghan girl,
so the Americans use some back channel to pay for their own.
As they have done many times.
For you to consider.
I came to help you cross the border
where you may be most at risk of discovery.
Arguable.
An old friend named Bashir is a supervisor at the crossing.
-He'll help you through. -How do we find him?
Don't ask. It will draw attention.
He'll be watching for you.
May Allah watch over you as well.
[Travis] Thank you.
Bring me back my daughter.
We'll do everything we can.
Miss Rabbit, hello.
Very good to see you.
You have to be fucking kidding.
Come, come with me, Miss Rabbit.
Abbas. Not a chance.
Enjoy the ride.
And thanks for the name.
Gotta find pleasure in my work.
Excuse me.
Miss Rabbit, come.
-Let me help you. -Rabit.
One B.
Yes, I know. Like the Bugs Bunny.
Me, Malik.
Drive, Malik.
Mal-eek.
[engine starts]
[horns blaring]
[officials speaking in Pashto]
Oh, Miss Rabbit.
[in Pashto]
Do you have any idea what time our connection works?
-'Cause this looks like hours. -Wish I knew.
Looks like we're waiting it out.
[Abbas] Boss.
I fix. No worries.
Abbas. Abbas!
Thanks.
No worries. Abbas will fix.
Bad driver, good fixer.
Happy to hear that.
-You like music? -I like music.
Taliban and ISIS hate music.
Only reason I hate them.
Just their problem with music?
You like The Doors?
I like The Doors.
Steppenwolf?
You have a surprising musical vocabulary, Malik.
-Ma-leek. -Ma-leek.
I've learned from my brother.
He plays in a cover band.
Your brother, Abbas, plays in a cover band?
His favorite song, Steppenwolf, "Born To Be Wild."
It's a great song.
Bad driver, great singer.
You love your brother.
Abbas saved me.
Many times.
I owe him everything.
You know that feeling.
I do.
[Abbas whistles]
What did I say?
-Good fixer. -And singer.
Very good singer.
Bad driver.
[horn honks]
[shouting in Pashto]
[captain] Get back inside!
[Abbas] Salaam alaikum. Salaam alaikum.
-[shouting in Pashto] -Go back!
-What are you doing here? -Go back in line.
[door closes]
[captain] You're not listening!
Okay, open the truck.
Everything out! Open it.
[shouting in Pashto]
[glass shattering]
Medical supplies! You break them!
Medical supplies! You're breaking them.
You wanna kill your own people.
-[guard] Shut the fuck-- -[Abbas] They are to save your people.
Your own people! You kill them!
Those are medicines, for Christ's sake.
-Doc, don't engage. -Get back in the car.
-I'm not the one-- -How long since you've been back here? Twenty years?
You think the Taliban don't respect women
but are tolerant of cross-dressers?
-I'm not a-- -Get in the fucking car!
Stop! Just stop! Read. "Antibiotics."
Drugs, you poison our people!
Antibiotics, you fucking muggle!
-Muggle? -What you call me? What you call me?
I called you a fucking muggle. You're breaking the very thing that you--
Muggle is a very serious man.
Don't even believe in wizards.
Look at the fucking label!
Would you shut the fuck up?
Are you trying to never get laid?
There are weapons. I know there are weapons.
No weapons.
Thinking we tell 'em we're here to kill ISIS?
At least we'll be on the same side.
Maybe keep that to yourself.
[in Pashto]
[shouting in Pashto]
Apologies. You may continue on your way.
Bashir?
We appreciate the kindness.
In an emergency only, call this number.
Can't promise to help.
Hopefully we won't need it.
May Allah be with you.
And with you.
You reach for an insult,
and you pull out Harry Potter.
Magnificent.
Jail.
Yeah. Looks like it.
Cleric. Sheik al-Shimali. Jail.
So that's where they're keeping him.
Do not pass go.
Now Monopoly, Malik.
Abbas always beats me.
He cheats.
I cheat too, but he cheats better.
So many reasons to look up to him.
[door opens]
[in Pashto]
[speaking in Pashto]
-[door closes] -I'll do anything you want.
Then have coffee.
-What? -Sit.
We have had no response from our offer to release you and your friends.
Other than the American is trying to kill us, of course. [chuckles]
But, you know, that didn't work well for them.
-No, that wasn't my fault. -No, no, no.
None of this is your fault, I know.
Sip.
I have decided that we need to show good faith.
-So I'm let you go. -You what?
I'm letting you go free.
-Me? -You're surprised.
I understand that.
Based on what your media is trying to paint us.
You threw my friends off the roof.
Yes, it was a monstrous act.
But, you know, we have our cause
and we believe strongly in that cause.
The American believe in theirs.
And they killed so many of us.
Our families, our childrens, with their drones and bombs.
Since before you were born.
My family as well.
I had two girls.
And a wife.
You know, I'm not going to try to convince you.
-Should I pick someone else? -No, no.
No. I'll go.
Good.
I want you to deliver this note
to the police station.
-The Taliban police? -Yes.
Tell me.
Can I trust you to do that?
Yes.
You can.
Thank you.
Finish your coffee.
That's okay.
I know. It's bitter as hell.
[chuckles]
[chattering]
[starter grinding]
[arguing in Pashto]
They want us all to leave in the other truck as soon as we are unloaded.
-It's not good. -No. Abbas will fix.
Okay.
That's what okay looks like?
Yes.
I paid them, the rest is show.
-That's some show. -Yeah.
You see behind, boss?
See the humby?
I see the Humvee.
Yes, humby. Look where it drives.
Where they keep the big guns.
-The armory. -[Abbas] No, no.
Guns, bombs, shit goes boom.
Thanks, Abbas. We got it covered.
No problem, always.
Malik.
-Shit goes boom. -[chuckles]
[knocks]
Rachel, Theresa, headscarves.
Let's go grab some toys.
It's The Bomb.
What is?
I am.
Shooter.
-[chattering] -[sirens wailing in distance]
[panting]
Aim a gun. Pull the trigger.
Next time.
Fuck you for coming back.
Fuck you for still being here.
I fight for my home.
Just not very well.
Where are they?
[dogs barking in distance]
Fuck.
[The Bomb] So it's under there?
Fuck!
Thought a satellite's been keeping an eye on it.
[The Bomb] Guess a flat roof looks like a flat roof from outer space.
-[Shooter] Orbit. -What?
Satellites are in orbit, not outer space.
Then that explains it.
Fuck!
Got me some wheels.
Steal it?
Borrowed it.
Borrowed it?
Should've stolen a bulldozer.
Got you this. Black market. Fifty bucks.
Beauty.
Go!
Who are you? What are you doing here?
I was told to give you this.
"This you get for betraying your faith and your cause."
-[explosion] -[car alarms blaring]
What the fuck is that?
[The Bomb] About five keys of C-4.
ISIS.
No one in the world seems to notice there's a civil war here.
Malik. Malik.
Malik will check, boss.
Miss Rabbit, you okay? I go check.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Doc, you mind?
It's what I do.
-All right. Easy stuff first. -[door closes]
Satellite data places the hostages here.
And we're still loving the satellite confirmation?
[Travis] Farmhouse. Twenty klicks south. Confirmed by two sources.
They're wrong.
They're at an abandoned tobacco factory.
Those are the coordinates.
And you know this how?
[panting] Source is a midwife.
A small circle here, and midwives talk.
One of Amir's women gave birth two days ago.
And your source was there?
She wasn't.
But her friend told her the American girls were.
Just out in the yard doing yoga?
In a cage.
One of them had a bad cut on her arm.
And the midwife was asked to clean the wound.
And we trust this source?
She's Taliban.
I saved her life.
ISIS was closing in on us.
I got her out.
She would have been beheaded on the spot for cooperating with us.
Unlike the rest of your unit that was hacked to pieces.
[Travis] That's enough.
We stow this shit right now,
we start acting like a team, or we fucking die.
-You believe her? -[Jake] I do.
Yours is a trap.
And she's willing to come with us.
That says it all to me.
Okay.
So weapons.
The stash?
Sensitive subject.
[siren wailing]
Abbas, we're taking your armory.
Smart, boss. Let's do it.
-Seriously? -[Travis] We use what's been given to us.
Rocky, we can't use the NGO car.
I need you to steal me another one.
[door opens, closes]
So, we're taking the base with some Molotov cocktails
and a rifle from World War I.
[speaking in Pashto]
[shouting in Pashto]
[line beeps]
[shouting in Pashto]
[gunfire]
[in Pashto]
[shouting in Pashto]
Shooter, Rocky, eyes.
Abbas, Humvee. Everybody else grab what we need.
[engine starts]
[shouting in Pashto]
Taliban!
[grunts]
Yes!
Stop, go back!
-Sorry, Miss. -Go back!
We're not leaving him! Go back!
Can't.
You know what they're gonna do with the body.
If that was Abbas, would you leave him?
Would you?
[shouting in Pashto]
[wails]
[screams]
[groans]
-[grunts] -[gasping]
Bring them home.
Fuck you. You're gonna be fine.
[shouting in Pashto]
[engine running]
[sniffles]
I'm calling that number in two minutes.
I need you to trace the location.
[grunts]
What the fuck was that?
We don't leave men behind.
No, you get them killed.
You wanna make up for abandoning your men?
Do it at someone else's expense.
Right now, they don't know who we are.
But if they find an American with Doc's ID, they will.
And we'll have no way out.
Hey, I'm connected, and we're online.
That's why you went back?
No.
[Bashir] Hello?
We need what you offered.
[Bashir] Half the city's on fire.
The police are searching for you.
-[Jake] For us? -I don't know. Some say it was ISIS.
It wasn't.
[Bashir] That doesn't matter now.
They'll find you. I can't help you.
Bashir, wait. Just listen.
Listen to what?
-We'll see you soon. -See me?
We're close. Five miles.
Driving in that? We won't make it a mile.
Geek. Let's go.
[engine approaching]
You cannot stay here. You have to go.
But we have no choice.
We need somewhere to bury our dead.
[sighs]
[panting]
[grunting]
[grunting continues]
Miss Rabbit.
Miss Rabbit!
It's deep enough.
[sighs]
-[door closes] -[Camila] This won't take long.
[chattering, indistinct]
-You called her? -Of course.
How did you get in the country?
He tells me two of your men are dead.
I'm very sorry to hear it.
The news says it was an ISIS attack. Same as the police station.
One of the girls from the school was found there.
At least her uniform and parts of her.
Caucasian.
I was wrong about who would be first to die.
But I don't think I will be wrong about the second.
Ten million.
You heard what Travis said.
Travis is dead, so who's in charge?
Then it's your decision.
All thousands?
Thousand-dollar bills?
I didn't know there were that many in circulation.
Where'd you find ten million in thousands?
She didn't.
They're counterfeit.
You want us to pay a ransom in counterfeit bills?
It's all I could get. They shouldn't notice.
Took her less than a minute.
Amir is not American. It will give you time.
This just gets better and better.
Your rescue failed. What choice do you have?
Save one girl. America will pay for the rest.
Then you can escape.
I assume that's why you're here, to escape?
Do one good thing before you go.
Do we even have a way out?
I have a number to call for evacuation.
Black Hawk sitting hot across the border.
So call it.
All cell phones on the table.
If the news is fake, they could be trying to track us.
I'm keeping mine off.
Pull the SIMs. Smash everything good.
-Fuck you! -No!
[in Pashto]
[door opens]
-You admire women? -[door closes]
That why you threw them off the roof?
Where is Halle?
I promised to let her go.
And I did.
Right.
I hear we are moving.
Americans coming, are they?
The guards like to talk.
If I was afraid of the American,
I wouldn't make plans to marry you.
[chuckling] Marry me?
We just need to wait for the cleric.
You are out of your fucking mind.
I decided I need a strong woman
to give me childrens who are fighters.
Because weak women make weak childrens.
I would rather die than marry you.
That's going to be exact your choice.
But, by marrying me,
you will save the lives of your friends.
-You'll let them go? -No.
I will marry them to my most loyal fighters.
They deserve the reward.
Better than being sold to slavery,
where they will be treated differently.
I won't marry you without your consent.
[Shooter whistles]
Car approaching!
You invited guests?
Hello.
I'm Taliban.
Nice to meet you.
The Taliban think it's ISIS.
You mustn't have left witnesses.
But Amir knows it wasn't.
My friend heard they're moving the girls. She doesn't know where.
Beautiful. No leader, no weapons, and no target.
We have weapons, some.
They think ISIS stole the weapons to attack the prison.
So they're moving the sheik.
-When? -[Awina] Soon.
-Where? -To the only near maximum security prison.
America built it.
What was the stupidest plan you came up with?
-Nothing could have topped that one. -What was it? Come on!
Break the sheik out of prison and trade him.
Amir wants money and the sheik.
We have the money.
Let's get the sheik.
And make Amir come to us.
I always liked this plan.
He's going to be very heavily guarded.
Yeah. I need your phone.
I wasn't dumb enough to bring it.
Burn all our fake ID.
If anyone is caught,
just admit you're an American soldier.
Won't be pleasant, but you'll eventually be traded.
Got it?
You weren't.
No. But it's the best chance we have.
[door buzzes]
[engine starts]
So how will they know?
When they see us.
Well, I hope to God they're ready.
[shouting in Pashto]
She's coming.
[horn honking]
[screams]
[soldiers scream]
[distant shouting in Pashto]
[Rocky groans]
-[shouting in Pashto] -[gunfire]
[Rocky gasping]
Get into the car.
-What? -Go!
I'm sorry, Rocky. I'm sorry.
[Rocky strains, screams]
[gunfire]
Tell them you're an American soldier.
[panting] I am.
Fucking right you are.
Tell them.
Abbas. [shouts in Pashto]
Open up!
Get in.
Go!
Abbas.
[speaking in Pashto]
Abbas.
Abbas!
[sobbing] Abbas.
What he did worst, he loved most.
Singing?
No.
Singing was good.
He loved driving.
That he did.
For you, freedom is America.
For him, it was just driving.
[footsteps approaching]
You wanna talk about it?
What?
Not really.
You start out pretty early in life knowing there is a...
a line you won't cross.
Things you'll do, things you'll never do.
You get into a tough spot, the line shifts.
You get in the real shit, it shifts more.
I will never eat a cat.
Wait till you're starving to death and they serve you
the stray kitty you've been petting.
But there is still a line.
Thick, dark and straight, and the line holds.
Till you find yourself in a place where the line just ends.
Gone. Every choice is unthinkable.
Frank, our team leader,
he held us together for months in that hole.
Every single one of us loved him.
He was about to die a horrible death. Slow.
His bones breaking rock by rock, thrown by his own men.
They stood us in a circle.
We all refused.
So Amir sliced the throat of a village woman.
Let her bleed out, kicking on the dirt.
We still refused.
He did the same to her kid.
I was his second. It was on me.
So I picked up a nice round rock,
weighed it in my hand.
And Frank looked me right in the eye.
Gave me this little smile.
He'd seen me pitch back at the base when we played pickup.
He turned his head so that his temple was to me.
And I wound up and I hurled the fastest pitch I ever threw.
I swear I heard his skull crack.
Just took the one rock.
You do something like that, you never find the line again.
And that smile haunts me every night.
I thought I'd never leave anyone else behind.
[Geek] She's on the TV!
[speaking in Pashto]
What?
He says she's an abomination, not man or woman.
Fuck you!
What?
And that she's ISIS.
-They saw us right? -[Jake] They saw us.
[Bashir] Because only ISIS would accept a woman that is so degenerate.
-This is bullshit! -Come on, Rocky. Speak English.
[Bashir] And that she and others have killed many brave Taliban soldiers.
Tell them.
Now he's asking if she has anything to say in her defense.
-She won't. -She will.
She'll tell them she's American.
-She promised me. -She won't give us up.
Our cover's already been blown, they know it's us. She knows that.
She won't.
Please, Rocky!
[speaking in Pashto]
Now she's praising Allah and his kindness.
English.
No!
[murmurs in Pashto]
[footstep]
[phone beeps]
[grunts]
-Is she dead? -Unconscious.
What the fuck? You saved her life.
I only thought I did. [spits]
She brought them to us then, and she's bringing them to us now.
What?
Fuck. She's been updating them the entire time.
-How long do we have? -Minutes.
Give me the phone.
Get the cars on the road.
Bring me the money.
-It's in the car. -Bring it.
Leave it here.
-What about them? -We leave them.
You're giving them everything--
Get the fucking cars on the road!
[speaking in Pashto]
[soldier shouts in Pashto]
[in Pashto]
[groans]
[al-Shimali, in Pashto]
[sighs]
[in Pashto]
Hmm.
[laughs]
Oh.
[laughs]
Okay.
-Let's go. -Go where?
To find my phone.
-I love Find My Phone. -Where is it?
In the bag of money.
Let's get to them before they start counting.
[in Pashto]
[chuckles]
[stick cracks]
[Jake coughs]
Diesel fumes.
-What gear do we have? -Guns, ammo, no ropes.
[Bashir] There's some in the trunk.
Don't know how strong they are.
Handguns, grenades, knives, explosives.
No rifles. Only Shooter.
Time to make your choice.
[generator hissing]
[ISIS soldier] Shit.
[speaking in Pashto]
[guard shouts in Pashto]
[women speaking in Pashto]
[in Pashto]
[chuckles]
[Amir, in Pashto]
[sighs]
Beautiful.
It is your choice.
[speaking in Pashto]
Three levels.
The girls locked up on the second.
Only six of them. One missing.
Durani's daughter.
No sign of Amir.
Maybe on a lower level.
[in Pashto]
[al-Shimali, in Pashto]
[Amir, in Pashto]
[screams]
[strains, grunts]
[in Pashto]
Yours?
Hers.
The money is not good and you led them here.
Your first wifely duty, clean up the blood.
[speaks Pashto]
[beeps]
[in Pashto]
[guard shouting in Pashto]
[guard grunts]
[girls scream]
[body thuds]
Fuck you.
[screaming]
[shouting in Pashto]
-Get up! Get up! -Up, up, up!
[gasps]
-Badia Durani? -[panting] Yes.
Help her get them out.
-Get them to the elevator. -Where are you going?
Medic.
And don't wait.
[The Bomb] Come on, move!
-Come on! Move! Move! Move! -Come on!
Come on, come on, come on!
Move, move, move!
On the floor! On the floor! On the floor!
[girls gasping]
[Amir screams]
[in Pashto]
[both grunting]
[Jake screams]
[both screaming]
[both straining]
[Amir groans]
Hey, you okay?
[ISIS soldiers shouting in Pashto]
[engine sputtering]
Fuck!
[sputtering continues]
[both grunting]
[Amir screams]
[Jake screams]
[in Pashto]
[gun clicks]
[screams]
[gasps]
[mutters]
-You gotta go. -Fuck you!
Get outta here. I'm fine.
-You're fine! -Jake!
Jake!
[engine sputtering]
It's okay.
We came here for them, right?
Get them home.
It's okay.
[engine sputters, starts]
[shouting indistinctly]
All clear! All clear!
Move!
Medic team over here!
Go! Go, go, go!
I got you!
Move!
Hey, sergeant, I got you!
Get on!
You going?
I'm not.
Me neither.
What the fuck are you doing?
Abbas mixtape.
["Killing Floor" playing]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[song continues playing]
[song ends]