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Dirty Angels (2024)

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Dirty Angels (2024)

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-[overlapping chatter]

-[engines running]

[phone ringing]

[speaking Pashto]

[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]

[g*nshots]

[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 f*ck back down there,

you hear me!

Stop!

No.

-[g*nsh*t]

-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--

-[g*nf*re in distance]

-[shouting in distance]

Taliban.

!sis.

[shouting in Pashto]

-[g*nshots]

-[students screaming]

Out! Out! Out! Out!

[screaming continues]

f*ck going down!

The roof.

Go, go, go!

[g*nshots continue]

[screaming]

[all panting]

[students screaming]

[all scream]

[soldier shouting in Pashto]

[in Pashto]

Which one is

the wh*re 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]

[g*n clicks]

He's coming. He's coming.

You are the daughter

of the wh*re

who forces learning on girls

in defiance of the Prophet.

The Taliban

at least read the Quran.

If you are !sis, 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 k*ll 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 t*rrorists.

So maybe wipe

that smug look off your face

and realize that we're all

pretty close to dying.

Or being given

to !sis 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 a*s 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--

-f*ck 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 ex*cuted,

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 f*ck out of here.

[door opens, closes]

[fighters grunting]

[grunts]

-[grunts]

-[groans]

[captain] Tap out.

Tap out, f*ck!

[grunts]

[both straining]

You tap out, b*tch.

I heard you've been

making friends.

Nice to see

with my own eyes, though.

[sighs]

f*ck you, Travis.

It should be f*ck 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 f*ck,

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-f*ck?

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 f*cking 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 sh*t!

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 ex*cuted.

Tends to be the Taliban's

punishment of first resort.

By the CIA.

He either shared information

with the Taliban under t*rture

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

k*lled 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] sh**ter!

[imitating g*nf*re]

"sh**ter" it is.

You already

pissed off Theresa.

expl*sives,

which may not have been wise.

-You can call me "The b*mb."

-I like that.

[The b*mb] Always wanted someone

to call me that.

-[Geek] You are The b*mb.

-[The b*mb 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 k*lled 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?

-[sh**ter] 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 f*cking 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 f*cking burqa.

[chuckles]

Where's the nearest

Internet caf?

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 !sis 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 f*ck 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 sh**t 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 sh*t 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 f*cking 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 !sis 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 k*ll

your own people.

-[guard] Shut the f*ck--

-[Abbas] They are to save your people.

Your own people!

You k*ll 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 f*cking car!

Stop! Just stop!

Read. "Antibiotics."

Drugs, you poison our people!

Antibiotics,

you f*cking muggle!

-Muggle?

-What you call me? What you call me?

I called you a f*cking muggle.

You're breaking the very thing that you--

Muggle is

a very serious man.

Don't even believe in wizards.

Look at

the f*cking label!

Would you

shut the f*ck 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 k*ll !sis?

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 k*ll 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 k*lled

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 g*ns.

-The armory.

-[Abbas] No, no.

g*ns, bombs,

sh*t goes boom.

Thanks, Abbas.

We got it covered.

No problem, always.

Malik.

-sh*t goes boom.

-[chuckles]

[knocks]

Rachel, Theresa, headscarves.

Let's go grab some toys.

It's The b*mb.

What is?

I am.

sh**ter.

-[chattering]

-[sirens wailing in distance]

[panting]

Aim a g*n.

Pull the trigger.

Next time.

f*ck you

for coming back.

f*ck you

for still being here.

I fight for my home.

Just not very well.

Where are they?

[dogs barking in distance]

f*ck.

[The b*mb]

So it's under there?

f*ck!

Thought a satellite's

been keeping an eye on it.

[The b*mb] Guess a flat roof looks

like a flat roof from outer space.

-[sh**ter] Orbit.

-What?

Satellites are in orbit,

not outer space.

Then that explains it.

f*ck!

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."

-[expl*si*n]

-[car alarms blaring]

What the f*ck is that?

[The b*mb]

About five keys of C-4.

!sis.

No one in the world seems to

notice there's a civil w*r 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.

!sis 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 sh*t right now,

we start acting like a team,

or we f*cking 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 c*ck

and a r*fle from World w*r I.

[speaking in Pashto]

[shouting in Pashto]

[line beeps]

[shouting in Pashto]

[g*nf*re]

[in Pashto]

[shouting in Pashto]

sh**ter, 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.

f*ck 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 f*ck was that?

We don't leave men behind.

No, you get them k*lled.

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 !sis.

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 !sis 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.

-f*ck 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 f*cking 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 sl*very,

where they will be

treated differently.

I won't marry you

without your consent.

[sh**ter whistles]

Car approaching!

You invited guests?

Hello.

I'm Taliban.

Nice to meet you.

The Taliban think it's !sis.

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 !sis 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]

-[g*nf*re]

[Rocky gasping]

Get into the car.

-What?

-Go!

I'm sorry, Rocky. I'm sorry.

[Rocky strains, screams]

[g*nf*re]

Tell them

you're an American soldier.

[panting] I am.

f*cking 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 sh*t,

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.

f*ck you!

What?

And that she's !sis.

-They saw us right?

-[Jake] They saw us.

[Bashir] Because only !sis would

accept a woman that is so degenerate.

-This is bullshit!

-Come on, Rocky. Speak English.

[Bashir] And that she and others have

k*lled 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 f*ck?

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?

f*ck. 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 f*cking 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?

-g*ns, a*mo, no ropes.

[Bashir]

There's some in the trunk.

Don't know

how strong they are.

Handguns, grenades,

knives, expl*sives.

No r*fles. Only sh**ter.

Time to make your choice.

[generator hissing]

[!sis soldier] sh*t.

[speaking in Pashto]

[guard shouts in Pashto]

[women speaking in Pashto]

[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]

f*ck 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 b*mb] 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?

[!sis soldiers

shouting in Pashto]

[engine sputtering]

f*ck!

[sputtering continues]

[both grunting]

[Amir screams]

[Jake screams]

[in Pashto]

[g*n clicks]

[screams]

[gasps]

[mutters]

-You gotta go.

-f*ck 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 f*ck are you doing?

Abbas mixtape.

["k*lling Floor" playing]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[song continues playing]

[song ends]