EVAN: "See the world,"
they say. I left
one shit hole for another.
I was gonna be number one,
kick some ass,
show 'em how it's done.
Then dust off with
bigger fish to fry.
It's funny how
when you think
you know it all,
that's when you know
you don't know shit.
(WOMAN SPEAKING
ARABIC OVER PA)
Corporal Albright?
How'd you guess?
Corporal Hansen.
Welcome to the
Kingdom, brother.
You good to go?
100%
Follow me.
No Humvees?
Nah, man, this ain't fleet,
we roll low profile here.
Makes the locals
a lot less jumpy.
Makes sense.
So where are you
from, Albright?
Indiana, originally.
You?
Everywhere.
Old man was a lifer,
spent 12 of his
20 as an MSG.
No shit?
So growing up in the corps
wasn't enough for you?
What can I say, man.
I'm a devil pup,
it's in the blood.
(BLEATING)
(LAUGHING)
HANSEN: Here we are.
Home sweet home.
(CROWD CLAMORING)
What the hell?
I thought this
place had cooled off.
HANSEN: You should've
seen it a year ago.
Ah, don't worry, it's
the same faces every day.
They're all bark
and no bite.
Shit does hit the fan,
these dudes are
the twirling in the blades.
The local Royal Guard.
They man the perimeter,
anything outside of that,
that's their rodeo.
(MOHAMMED GROANING)
Yo, dawg,
what's crackalacking,
homes?
Mohammed, my man.
This is Albright.
He's joining the squad.
Welcome to
the crib, chief.
Anything you need,
you let this guy know,
I hook it up, okay?
I got more
connections
than the Internet.
Appreciate it.
Get the fuck
outta here.
(CHUCKLING)
Peace out.
HANSEN: Here we are.
Home sweet home.
EVAN: If you say so.
You ever have
any trouble here
aside from them?
Not since
the Ambassador helped
the rebels turn
this place around, no.
They don't call
him the "peacemaker"
for nothing.
He managed to convince
everybody in
the sandbox to play nice
and so far
it's been working.
You never Know,
y'all could be in
for a smooth tour.
What about
that mall bombing
that's all over the news
a few weeks ago or whatever?
That was like 200
miles north of here.
It might as well be 1,000
if you ride around on a goat.
Get his big ass.
Get his big ass.
Get it. (WHOOPING)
Damn!
That's how we roll.
We do have this kind
of trouble, though.
Evan Albright.
The new guy.
Good to meet you.
That's Ski
over there.
What's up?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
How y'all doing?
Evan here.
Your new bunkmate.
Oh, shit. Hey.
How you doing, man?
Ray Lopez, Los Angeles.
Good to meet you.
Yeah, good to meet you.
Quantico must
really be scraping
the bottom of
the barrel these days.
Look, you gotta
excuse brother
Stamper here, okay?
He goes straight
for the throat.
Come on, man.
Let me show you
your new digs.
Ignore these fools.
Hey, tell your
sister I said hello.
(SUNSHINE CHUCKLING)
Hey.
Hansen,
you're up, man.
Au right.
Well, it ain't much, man,
but mi casa es su casa.
I've had worse.
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
(BEEPS)
Hello?
Hey, baby.
Yeah, yeah, I Know,
but, baby, I told you,
you gotta handle
your moms, all right?
Yeah, yeah,
I Know, but
I'm working.
I hear my CO
coming, I think.
Lopez, let's go!
Get in formation!
Yeah, you see?
I'm sorry,
baby. I gotta...
Yeah. I gotta go.
I gotta go.
All right, baby,
ya est. Si,
te amo. Bye.
(CHUCKLING)
Okay. You, bro, you,
you get Lakers
tickets, man.
Come on, man,
you gotta get changed.
We gotta go check you in.
Yeah, so,
Gunny beats to a bit
of a different drum,
but, you know,
if all hell
breaks loose,
he's the guy you
want riding shotgun
to go and fight the devil,
if you know what I mean?
You name the Suck,
he was there.
Falljah one and two,
Helmand with MARSOC for,
like, two tours.
Yeah, I mean, like I said,
he's one bad motherfucker.
Yeah.
Yeah, our new guy
coming through.
Albright. How was
the ride in?
It was good to go,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Well, I'm sure
Hansen's just
happy not to be
the new guy
himself any more.
I'll leave you
two at it.
I read your file.
You're a good Marine.
Strong marks.
A real
hard charger.
I'm just another
Marine looking
to serve his corps
and his country,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Don't give me
that shit.
You're good and you
Know it, otherwise
you wouldn't even be here.
You're still
thinking of going
Force or MARSOC?
Maybe. After this.
Yeah, I get it. You wanna
be the real deal,
high-speed operator.
Rock star commando.
Test yourself,
see what you're
made of, right?
I'm just looking to
serve this country,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Well, in the meantime,
I need to know
that your head is
where it needs to be,
in the here
and in the now.
Roger that,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Look,you
gotta remember,
it is a privilege to
get to come and workin
places like this, Albright.
So, do yourself a favor,
experience the culture
and find out what
it's all really about
instead of what some
corporate-funded
media is selling
to keep you in
a constant
state of alert.
It is important
to maintain
good relationships.
We're not just the face
of the Marine Corps here,
we are the face of
the entire US of A.
Understood,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Good. Dismissed.
Dismissed, aye-aye,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Good afternoon,
Gunnery Sergeant.
So you wanna tell
me why I'm in blues
and you're not?
You'll see.
Well, welcome
to Post One.
The only secure
way in and out
of the chancery.
All the classified
hard drives get
stored in there and,
as you know,
our number-one mission
as embassy guards
is to protect
that material.
Roger that.
All right, Ski,
we're headed up.
Roger that.
Hansen, who's this?
And that is Kraus,
the Regional
Security Officer.
The Fed.
Yeah, State Department,
you know.
He's operational supervisor
under Ambassador Cahill.
And he's where us
lowly SMGs here really
get our direction from,
but he's pretty much
an asshole, so I tend
to just try and walk in
the opposite direction.
Excuse me,
Miss Winston?
Shane, please, it's Olivia.
How many times do I
gotta tell you that?
Right. Sure.
Sorry, Miss Winston,
I want y'all to meet
the new Marine here,
Corporal Albright.
Miss Winston.
What's with you
jarheads, huh?
Miss Winston is
a digital security director.
She gets you in the system.
I look forward to
working with you, ma'am.
You keep
calling me ma'am,
Hoosier boy,
and you're not
gonna be working
anywhere much longer.
Hoosier. You did
your homework.
Of course. We have to
run a background check
before you
ever even get here,
but maybe with you we
should check you again.
Maybe.
Over 64 inches tall,
more than 18 months'
time on station,
first class PFT,
financially stable,
38 months
obligated service,
and you're single.
Like a rolling stone, ma'am.
Yeah, you're all clear.
Aside from that
high level of maturity,
judgment and sound
moral character part.
That part we might
still need
to work on a little.
I'll look forward
to it, ma'am.
I'll bet you will.
Okay.
You're so barking
up the wrong tree
right there, my friend.
Many have tried
and many have failed.
I do like
a challenge.
Whoa.
Hey, hey,
boys. Um...
Great. Can I just ask
you a few questions?
I'm shooting footage
for the embassy blog.
You work here?
Yeah, Blake Laureano.
I work for the Ambassador.
Hey, you're filming this?
I'm filming everything.
Everything and everyone.
Just getting some thoughts
on how it feels to work
a world away from home.
What have you learned
so far? Anything?
Worship the Ambassador,
learn to like
playing video games,
guard Post One,
avoid the RSO,
and don't try to date
the cute computer lady
because that's
apparently
a lost cause.
That's awesome.
I gotta go.
Yeah, so do we.
There he is.
In the flesh.
Ambassador Cahill.
CAHILL: Please,
take a seat.
You ever talk to him?
Yeah, man.
All the time.
"Yes, Mr. Ambassador.
No, Mr. Ambassador.
Thank you, Mr. Ambassador."
Practice that
and you'll be fine.
Tracking.
All right.
Then you're ready.
For what?
For why you're
wearing blues.
Your first mission.
...that I did
not have new shoes.
CAHILL: My parents said
that we didn't have
enough money for new shoes.
And that made me sad.
But then one day,
I meta new friend who said
he liked my old shoes.
That's when I realized
that new friendships were
better than new shoes.
Great. Well,
thank you
very much.
That's okay. Thanks.
It's great to see you.
Thank you for coming.
And thank you, ma'am.
(CHUCKLING) Good
to see you. Thanks
very much. Well done.
Thank you.
So, day two in
the Kingdom, correct,
Corporal Albright?
Yes, Mr. Ambassador.
Well, nice job.
You'd be surprised
how far a bit
of compassion goes.
Thank you,
Mr. Ambassador.
All right, kids. Let's go.
Let's get some ice cream.
So, Stamper, tell me
what the best thing
about embassy life is.
The best thing about
embassy life? Showers.
When Sunshine comes
in with that coconut
shampoo, man...
You got jokes, huh?
Man, pass me the
goddamn salt, man.
Now, look, this
is the best part
about embassy life.
This right here,
this is how you
never leave home no
matter where you're at.
Gumbo is ready, fellas!
Come and get it.
Gumbo.
Welcome to the bayou.
Oh, nah,
I'm good, man.
What?
I'm allergic
to gluten. So...
Uh, you're allergic
to gluten, huh?
Man, get your ass
outta here, man
Hey, hey, man!
(LAUGHING)
Allergic to gluten.
BLAKE: Okay, okay.
Now, tell us, why did
you join the Marines?
Why do you think?
'Cause I piss red,
white and blue.
My dad served and
my pawpaw before him.
I'm a gunfighter raised
in a family of gunfighters.
Seriously, man,
come on. Tell us.
I want the truth.
You can't handle the truth!
No, another bad
impersonation
of Jack Nicholson
is what I can't handle.
Come on,
just tell us.
I joined
the Marines
to prove myself.
I joined
the Marines
to be the best.
(GRUNTING)
Move.
BLAKE: Gunny. Gunny!
Hey, stow that shit.
We got work to do.
BLAKE: These guys,
they think of you
as like this Marine Buddha.
What makes a great Marine?
Just give us one thing.
You really wanna know?
Yeah.
High-fiber cereal.
What?
Because if you
don't shit right,
then you don't sleep,
walk or fight
right, either.
Healthy and
regular defecation,
that is the key.
And no, I'm
not shitting you.
What the fuck is wrong
with you, man?
ALL: Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Chill, man,
chill, man. Chill.
You hear it first.
Sleep tight. Shit right.
#Oorah.
(MUEZZIN CALLING
TO PRAYER ON SPEAKERS)
GUNNY: All right, Marines.
Six militants have
just stormed this
raggedy-ass old
embassy you
see behind me.
They now have the Ambassador
trapped somewhere
on the second floor.
Mohammed and his Royal Guard,
who generously
allowed us to use their
training facility as our own,
will be playing
the roles
of the terrorists.
Fucking typecasting.
And yours truly
will be playing
against type
in the role
of the Ambassador.
Good to go, (Bunny.
Roger that.
HANSEN: Let's bring it in.
Go upstairs.
STAMPER: Check.
HANSEN: Check.
EVANS Check.
SUNSHINE: Check.
Argh!
Okay, okay.
SUNSHINE: Slow down, man.
HANSEN: Hey, slow down.
STAMPER: Albright,
stayin formation.
HANSEN: Albright!
STAMPER: Get the
fuck back here.
Hey, come back here!
HANSEN: Albright!
Shit, that hurts!
Fucking hurts.
(GASPING)
I'm shot.
I'm out,
I'm out.
ROYAL GUARD:
Put it down!
Put it down!
HANSEN:
Back off,
Albright!
STAMPER: Drop it!
NOVESKI: Let him go!
OW!
MOHAMMED: Shit!
Lucky...
(GRUNTING)
Son of a bitch!
STAMPER: Look
at that shit.
Congratulations.
You just got
your team killed.
Yeah, no shit.
This is the Middle East,
not the Wild West.
You're a goddamn cowboy.
You were the one
that breached, Albright.
You breach and you
immediately turn,
head on a swivel.
That corner was you.
Your responsibility.
All right, guys,
pack it up.
Not you, Albright.
Fuckin' hotshot.
Hey, if your ass
didn't still
owe me money,
I might've used a real
gat on you, white boy.
HANSEN: Nobody
says "gat" any more.
It's a gun.
Casualties might
be all right
with the government
as long as
their assets
are safe,
but they are not
all right with me.
Are we clear?
Roger that,
Gunnery Sergeant.
You don't always have
to be first, Albright.
Sometimes being
a good Marine means
coming in last.
NOVESKI: Here
we go, boys.
Oh, shit.
Here we go.
About time.
Here we go.
Okay. All right,
I got Wolf Man.
You know who
I got, man.
I got Dracula.
Stamper's got Mummy.
What are you talking about?
It's this little
game we play, right?
So every day,
this kid comes by
selling falafels,
and every day
one of these hajis
takes a bite,
spills half
of it on his lap.
Protestors
gotta eat, too.
Here's the drill, boys.
Next Tuesday,
a new GTA comes out.
Winner gets first
week king of the couch.
Au right.
Check it out.
Pita time.
Shit.
NOVESKI: Here we go.
Come on, Bubba Ho-tep,
you falafel gobbling
high priest, you.
Oh, man.
Nah, Drac's got this
one today, I can feel it.
Hey, man, let me see
those for a second.
There you go, baby.
NOVESKI: There you go.
Come on, bitch.
LOPEZ: No, come on, man.
NOVESKI: No, no, no, no.
Drac's got this one today.
Take a bite.
LOPEZ: Come on,
Wolfie. Come on.
STAMPER: That's
what you need.
LOPEZ: Not good.
No. Uh-uh. Man.
STAMPER:
There you go.
Hold up.
STAMPER: That's what
I'm talking about.
No, Wolfie's
gonna come through.
Come on, baby.
LOPEZ: No. No!
STAMPER: Get some.
(STAMPER WHOOPING)
Fuck.
King of the
couch, bitches.
Holy shit, I've seen
that guy before.
What the hell are
you talking about?
That cameraman,
I think he was
just filming us.
What cameraman?
Oh, man. No,
that's just
somebody with,
I don't know,
Al Jazeera
or something.
Trying to get the people's
perspectives, you Know.
No, he was watching us,
the gate, not them,
not the protestors.
It's the same guy I saw
watching me and Hansen
when I first got in.
STAMPER: Bullshit.
How do you figure
you can tell one
of these fucking rag
heads from another?
I can tell.
FNG still trying to
catch the bad guys,
trying to be a big hero.
Hotshot looking
to get shot.
You're damn right.
I don't know.
Look, Albright,
any one of these
guys even thinks
about making
a move for the gate,
they become targets.
They never do.
They know
the drill, man.
Why don't you chill
out and grab a beer?
LOPEZ: That's bullshit,
right there.
That ain't even in his lap.
It's like almost a...
STAMPER: My cushion's
on that couch, baby.
NOVESKI: I got your couch
right here, baby.
LOPEZ: Bullshit, man.
STAMPER: Look,
take your ass downstairs,
go clean my couch.
And you're positive?
There were no camera crews
near the US Embassy?
Thank you.
Can we get the tribal leaders
from all sides there?
Excuse me,
Mr. Ambassador, sir?
Yes, Corporal Albright.
I thought you
might wanna have
a look at this.
I think I saw
this guy filming
the perimeter outside.
You think so
or you know so?
Well, I think so.
He was at a distance,
but...
So you're not 100% sure?
100% sir? No.
All right. Well,
you must be mistaken.
But I called all
the news stations
in the area
and none of them
had a film crew
anywhere near here.
And what did Raines
or Kraus have to say?
I thought you'd
wanna see it
first, sir.
I'm aware of
the potential dangers
of working here
and I know there's
a lot of people
who wanna destroy
the trust we've
built up in the region.
But my job here is
to build bridges,
and people trust
me to do my job.
You have to trust
the people around
you to do theirs.
You understand?
Yes, sir.
All right.
Good man.
All right, Rashmi,
I want you to
be there as well.
It's very important
that we see that a woman
can be there
working on this project.
EVAN: I'm telling you,
I Know what I saw.
It's bullshit.
LOPEZ: But you need
to chill, all right?
That's why I brought you
out here, to get your
mind off bullshit.
Hold on a second.
Let's go eat.
I'm starving.
And what do you
think, man?
Which one?
I don't know.
For your daughter?
No, man, for me.
You see, I was thinking
of sipping some
malt liquor later, so.
Hey, she's gonna
be 16 one day.
Maybe you should get her
one of those burkas.
You're an asshole,
man, you know that?
Yeah, I know.
I think I'm gonna get
her this. She'll like this.
Dick.
Fuckin' John Wayne.
You think
there's a threat,
then you're supposed
to let me or RSO Kraus
know, follow protocol.
You went straight
to the Ambassador.
I'm... I'm sorry,
Gunnery Sergeant.
I just thought...
No, that's just it.
You didn't think, did you?
Look, we get reports
like this here
or worse on a daily,
but now Kraus
is so pissed you went
over his head with it,
he's probably not even
gonna take it seriously,
and that's on you.
That's bullshit.
No. You're bullshit.
All you care about
is yourself and trying
to be some kind of
goddamn rock star.
I joined the Marines
when I saw ISIS
lopping off heads and
burning people alive.
I love my country.
I know your
story, Albright.
Never knew your dad,
your mom OD'd,
bounced in and out
of foster care,
people just moving you
from school to school.
You were always
getting your ass kicked
so you learned to kick
ass back. Am I right?
It was just you,
wasn't it?
You against the world.
Well, it can't be just
you no more, Albright.
Not here.
What's this?
Transfer orders,
devil dog.
You wanna be an army
of one, well, okay.
I'm gonna give
you what you want.
I got nowhere
else to go.
I got nothing else.
You think you're
the first Marine
that life's dealt
a shitty hand?
Huh?
You better figure out
what you really want,
Marine, you better
figure it out quick.
Dismissed.
I said dismissed.
(PARTY MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)
LOPEZ: Yes, man. Go, man.
That's my boy. All right.
Yeah.
Can I get a shot
of Jameson, please?
So how'd it go
with Raines and
the boys today?
Nothing like a little
abduction to make you
see the error of your ways.
I heard.
You should've went
through the proper chain,
but I did check
your guy out.
Are you sure
this is who
you saw?
Six hours ago I was.
Now, I don't know
what I know any more.
Yeah, well, his name
is Khaled al-Asiri.
He was the leader of
the local militant group
with loose ties to ISIS,
was the mastermind
behind countless
jihadi attacks
throughout the Kingdom.
Just last month he
used his little brother
as a suicide bomber
to blow up a mall in
the northern territories.
Killed 60
innocent people.
I heard about it.
So why does
everyone seem
so convinced
that it wasn't
him I saw, then?
Because he was taken out in
a drone strike two weeks ago.
How do you
know all this?
Because maybe, like you,
I've got bigger aspirations.
Hey, about today, man...
No, I get it.
It was on me.
It's all right.
It had to happen.
All right.
Come on.
(CROWD CHATTERING)
HANSEN: All right.
There he is.
There he is.
SUNSHINE: John Wayne.
Buzz the door.
I just need you to
sign him in, sir.
Like I give two
shits what you need.
See, he's got
what you didn't,
an actual meeting
with the Ambassador.
Now open the door.
(BUZZING)
What's up, chief?
What the fuck's
wrong with you, man?
You need to take
a dump or something?
Kraus just came
in with some local.
Total red flag.
They had guns out,
super serious,
refused to sign him in.
Well, he's probably
just still pissed at you.
Thinks you made him
look like a dumbass
going over his
head like that.
Hey, what
the hell is that?
This is Post One.
What's going on
out there, Mohammed?
I don't know. Looks
like some foolish rookie
just busted down.
(CROWD CLAMORING)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
You mind taking
a closer look
to make sure?
I'm on it.
(CONVERSING IN ARABIC)
It's him.
A dead man. Shit!
Where are you
going, man?
It's a set up,
get away
from the van!
Get away from the van!
Get away from there!
(GUNFIRE)
Are those
gunshots?
Don't move!
Come on, let's go.
Kraus?
Hold fast, sir.
We'll be back.
Allahu Akbar!
(YELLING)
What the fuck
is going on?
We got tangos inbound.
They have just
exploded the front gate.
Multiple hostile.
Lock it down, Albright!
Get to the safe room!
We'll meet you there!
Marines, get your
shit together!
(SHOUTING INDISCERNIBLY)
Lock it down!
Yes, sir.
(CROWD YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
So this shit is real.
Yeah, it's real,
all right.
Get your
game faces on.
This shit is real.
Hurry it up!
All right,
devil dogs.
Let's move!
You know what to do, people.
Let's get those carts full.
Let's move it,
quick as we
can, people.
What?
Olivia,
all those MSC files,
all the government
communications,
pack them up.
What are we...
All right, Blake,
shut that down.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah. Yeah,
no,yes.
Rashmi, get those
computers down.
EVAN: (OVER PA)
Full lock down
going down!
Please report to
designated areas!
This is not a drill.
I say again,
this is not a drill.
Full lock down going down!
Please report
to designated areas!
This is not a drill.
What?
I say again,
this is not a drill.
Go, go, go.
I'm going as fast
as I fuckin' can.
Come on, man. Get in.
Got it.
Come on. We gotta move.
We gotta get outta here.
Gotta go, people.
What? We're
leaving?
Jamal?
All right, Jamal,
you're coming
with us. Let's go.
Come on, move it.
Let's move it!
Let's move it!
BLAKE: How
long are we
gonna be gone?
I mean, do I...
Everyone ready?
Do I need
my cell phone?
Come on, Blake, keep up.
Ready? Let's do it.
(ALARM BLARING)
Oh, shit, guys.
They're coming
through!
Open this door!
We're coming out!
I'm gonna go find
the Ambassador.
You, you,
you're on me.
I'll roll with Hansen,
get these drives
to the incinerator.
Good luck.
Yeah, don't be
a fucking hero.
Ready? Let's move.
(PANTING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
I got you. I got you.
I got you. I got you.
Ski, don't die on me.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Don't die on me.
(EXPLOSION)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(BEEPING)
(EXPLOSION)
BLAKE: Is that a bomb?
Are they coming?
CAHILL: Watch out.
Come on!
It's them, right?
OLIVIA: They're coming,
guys. Let's go.
What's going on?
Okay, it's good.
Come on, Olivia.
Let's go!
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
Let's go!
Holy shit!
Come on, Blake.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(PANTING)
(YELLING IN PAIN)
Argh!
So I guess
you were right.
And so were you.
On me.
STAMPER:
Roger that.
BLAKE: They call it
the incinerator.
It's like this
flame thrower thing
they got down here
to just torch anything
that's classified.
Man, I hope that's
not classified.
When the Ambassador is,
like, burning shit,
you know some heavy
shit is going down.
You could
help us,
you know?
Shoot!
It's just us.
You all right, Mr. Ambassador?
So far.
What's going on out there?
Who are these people?
You know exactly
who it is.
Is this
everybody?
Today, yeah.
All right. Come on,
we need to get
to the safe room.
Okay, time
to strap me up.
Seriously?
Yeah, I shot guns
before, dude.
Strap me up, let's roll.
We got some business
to take care of.
HANSEN: Come on,
let's move.
Let's go.
Come on, Jamal.
Clear!
Oh, Shit.
Where's Ski?
He's dead?
And what
about Kraus?
Him, too.
And his team.
They blew an opening
and made it inside.
Dozens of them.
Khaled al-Asiri
isn't dead.
What?
This was all planned.
I'm 100% now, sir.
Sir, we need to go.
Safe room.
Last man.
Clear!
Backup was asked for,
but they seem
real hesitant
to wanna throw
anybody else
in this fire.
That's Pete Raines's post?
Yes, sir, it is,
and Ambassador
Cahill's house.
Does he have any backup?
Any players in
the game down there?
No, sir.
Just some
embassy Marines.
Security guards?
Yes, sir.
Most with limited
to no combat
experience.
They're gonna get
an ass-full now.
Where's Captain Dekard?
The infirmary, sir.
He's got appendicitis.
(SIGHING) Roger that.
Well,I guess
I'm gonna take
his seat, then.
Sir?
You're gonna
lead the team?
You have
a problem
with that?
No, sir.
Then make
the call, Hutch.
Let me know when the helos
are ready for dust off.
Yes, sir.
Hey, you're
in my shot.
Welcome to
the safe room.
BLAKE: This is the safe room?
I thought it'd be bigger.
Hansen, secure
that door.
Ronin, Ronin,
this is Charlie 1.
I need to speak
to your CO now.
Who the hell
is this haji?
No offense.
My name is Jamal al-Asiri
and you're right,
I am one of the faithful.
He's Khaled
al-Asiri's brother.
They're here
for you,
aren't they?
They're here
for all of us.
Yeah? Then why
the hell are
you here, huh?
They said he had
a meeting with you,
Mr. Ambassador. What for?
To convince him that
our little drone
attack had failed
and to tell him
that my brother
is still alive,
and now my wife,
my children, my entire
family is in danger.
I'm sorry, Jamal.
All the intelligence
we had assured us that
your brother was dead.
Not all of it.
HUTCH: (OVER RADIO)
Patching you through now,
Gunnery Sergeant.
Go for Major Lincoln.
GUNNY: Glad
to have you
with us, sir.
Likewise. How bad is it?
GUNNY: It's pretty bad, sir.
We are completely
overrun and held up
in the safe room
with the Ambassador,
a few of his staff,
and a handful
of my Marines.
Roger that, Gunny.
What intel can you
give me on the tangos?
Not much.
Uh, motivated,
well-organized,
and kitted out for
a stand-up fight.
You keep shit locked
down till we get there?
What do you mean
"we," Major?
Come on, Pete,
you didn't think I was
gonna let you have
a party down there
without me now, did you?
Locked and loaded,
then, sir.
See you within
the hour, Gunny.
Okay. MARSOC
is en route.
Mohammed said
he'd get help, too.
He made it through?
They're still an hour
away. So until then
we're on our own.
Who the hell
are "they"?
What's MARSOC?
Marine Corps
Special Forces.
The bad asses
who got our backs.
BLAKE: And what if we're
dead in the next hour?
What happens then?
OLIVIA: Well, then we won't
need to worry about what its.
CAHILL: How did this happen?
Mr. Ambassador,
the room will hold.
It's the safest place
to be right now.
I can't say the rest
of this place
will still be
standing around
us, though.
They're going
through everything.
What the hell do they
think they're doing?
(SHOUTING)
They want to show
America and its allies
the face of what
they have caused.
What,
you think men
like my brother
just woke up one day
and decided
to hate the West?
You think that they do
not feel like America
is the terrorist?
Hey, suck it,
Ali Baba.
Don't even try
to feed us that jihadi
propaganda bullshit.
KHALED: (OVER SPEAKERS)
I know you hear me.
I know you think
you are under attack
from evil invaders.
And yet it is my home
that you have invaded.
And now you
have even invaded
my own family.
My brother,
he was a true jihadist.
A warrior.
Until you poisoned him.
Until our blood is
no longer the same.
You hear me, brother?
We are no longer the same.
You are dead to the father,
and dead to the son,
and will soon be dead to all.
Jesus, we're in the middle
of a goddamn civil war here.
No Shit.
He knows
I provided the intel
for the drone strike.
This is revenge for
him against all of us.
Cause and effect,
my friends.
Sir, we need
to get out there.
What?
What part
of "safe house" is it
that you don't understand?
You saw 'em just now.
They're gonna take this
place apart piece by piece.
There's still classified
materials out there,
things we haven't
had the chance to get.
Miss Winston,
there's at least
40-plus armed militants
in between us and
your office right now.
We'll never get
anywhere near it.
He's right.
It's not in my office.
It's in the
Ambassadors
residence.
What's in there, sir?
Is it really
that important?
In a safe, there's
Khaled al-Asiri's
cell phone.
Jamal gave
it to us.
It has information
on Khaled's
entire organization.
Names, whereabouts,
plans, everything.
It could save lives,
stop the next 9/11,
take down the entire group.
We go out the south exit
at the rear of the embassy.
It's a quick
sprint from there.
All right, boys,
new plan.
Snatch and grab.
Seriously?
It has information
that needs to be
uploaded to a data cloud
and then wiped
clean immediately.
I'm the only person
that Knows how to do it.
I'm in.
Lopez,Hansen?
Shit.
What about us, sir?
Your job is to keep
these people safe.
Speaking of which,
Olivia's gonna
need your vest.
Roger that.
That's was
a Royal Guard.
Boots on
the ground?
Yes, sir,
their special
response regiment.
They're sending in a platoon
to back our boys up now.
A platoon? That's it?
That's all you could get?
I couldn't
get anything, sir.
The embassy
Marines did this.
A Marine goes down on duty,
they call it an act of valor.
A civilian at
the US Embassy,
that's a national tragedy.
Now, she's a civilian,
she's also your team now.
It's not just you against
the world no more, Albright,
it's you against them.
Hansen, on me.
Roger.
I got two guys
out front.
All right, Gunny,
we're in place.
(OVER RADIO)
Ready to roll
on your say-so.
Roger that,
stand by.
(GUNFIRE)
Okay, when
I open this door,
we're just gonna run
and keep running and
we're not gonna stop
until we hit the residence.
Man, look, I'm all
for saving lives
and kicking ass and stuff,
but, come on, man,
they got an army out there.
(GUNFIRE)
The Royal Guard
ops arrived.
Mohammed.
Thank you, Jesus.
Yeah, Mohammed, too.
Hansen, what's going on?
We got local back
up coming in hot.
Couldn't have timed
that better myself.
Albright, go.
(OVER RADIO)
Go, go, go.
Ready?
Just try
and keep up.
That's my boys!
Come on, Lopez.
They're in.
Move!
Looks like your
family tree's about
to lose a branch.
(YELLING)
(YELLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING CRY)
(YELLING)
EVAN: Get out of here.
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Shit!
(YELLING)
Little help here.
I'm busy.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(GRUNTING)
Let's go!
Come on, man, you
stealing the guy's wallet?
Come on, let's go!
They broke the lock
trying to get into it.
It won't open.
Give me a sit rep, Albright.
We're working on it.
Well, work harder.
Well, what the fuck
are we doing?
We can't leave
without it!
Head down.
Where the fuck is he?
I can't see him.
Where is he?
He's in the guard tower.
We should
be out there
with them.
You'll get
your chance.
LINCOLN: Jesus,
by the time we get
there, there won't be
anybody to extract.
You think
I'm afraid to die?
If it is God's will,
I will be welcomed
into His paradise.
Brother,
the true Allah condemns
the evil you do in His name.
Sa'ir, Abul.
(SPEAKING ARABIC OVER RADIO)
They're asking
them for an update.
They must be talking
about the phone.
You speak Arabic, too?
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Let them know
they're coming.
Gunny, tangos headed
towards the Ambassador's
residence now!
Hansen,keep
'em busy.
You got a heap of trouble
headed your way, Albright!
Get the hell
out of there!
We don't have
the package yet!
It doesn't matter!
Get out of there!
It doesn't matter.
Just go!
(OVER RADIO)
Get the hell
out of there!
We've gotta
hold them.
Come on.
There's too many
of them, Albright!
Get the fuck
out of there!
Roger that!
We gotta go,
Olivia! Now!
(GRUNTING)
Yes!
Fuck!
Got it! Got it!
Let's move!
Package in hand!
Then go,
God damn it! Go!
Lopez! Come to me!
Come to me!
Moving!
Move!
RPG!
Go, go, go!
Shit!
Oh, shit!
Jesus Christ!
Can they
survive that?
We're out,
but pinned down!
North side of
the residence.
Where's the north
side monitor?
Anyone see them?
Gunny, we're stuck.
Where are you?
GUNNY: Now, Albright!
Now! Go, go!
Christ!
Gunny?
Gunny, can
you hear me?
Gunny!
(MOUTHING)
Come in, Gunny!
(OVER RADIO)
Gunny, come in!
He's gone, man.
What?
HANSEN: He's dead.
Oh, man, fuck!
This is bullshit.
I said they're
fucking gone!
Okay? They're all gone.
Fucking Mohammed, all of 'em.
What the fuck!
You happy now?
At least four of
my friends are dead!
Is this fun for you?
Do you wish you
could be out there,
and be a part of it?
Dave! Dave! Easy!
Dave! Easy, Dave! Easy!
Listen to me!
That side shit doesn't
matter now, okay?
They're coming
for him, too.
Well, maybe we should
just hand him over, man.
See if they
go away.
Look, man.
Chill.
We don't have
time for that.
Today we gotta be
on the same side.
This is it. We're
all gonna fucking
die, aren't we?
Gunny was the only guy
that had his shit together.
If Billy Bad Ass
doesn't make it,
how the hell are we?
We're all gonna
fucking die!
No one's gonna
die, Blake.
Corporal Albright?
Corporal, what do
you want us to do?
What?
You're asking him?
No offense,
Mr. Ambassador,
he just got here.
He doesn't know shit.
Yet he was the only
one of you who
saw this coming.
He was the only one
of you who tried to do
anything to stop
it from happening.
BLAKE: We
are so dead.
What do you
wanna do, Corporal?
Say again
your last?
Say again your last?
You're coming in
broken and stupid.
We got 'em.
This is
Major Lincoln.
Who is this?
Corporal Evan
Albright, sir.
We're all clear.
Where's Gunny Raines?
Dead, sir.
We could really
use your help
right around now, sir.
We're inbound
in 20 mikes.
Twenty mikes?
LINCOLN: Hang
in there, Marine.
We will be there.
We'll get there
as fast as we can.
Yes, sir.
You just keep the Ambassador
and the rest of
those civilians safe
until we get there.
Will do, sir.
CAHILL: He can't win.
We've worked too hard
to go back to what was.
I changed hearts
and minds here.
You know,
I honestly
believe that.
I have to believe that.
Something's burning.
It's us.
Shit, it's probably
from the explosion
on the roof.
What kind of
safe room is this?
Well obviously,
it's not safe any more.
What are
you doing?
This is classified,
you shouldn't be here.
I said, what are
you doing, Olivia?
I knew it.
I told you,
this is classified.
You could be
court-martialed for even
saying anything else.
Hey.
Gunny is dead. Ski is dead.
Mohammed is dead, Olivia.
You really think I
give a shit about
being court-martialed
right now?
How much money
is in there?
It was enough to keep
this place peaceful.
So that's
the Ambassador's
magic touch.
A pile of cash.
The Ambassador's
a good man, Evan.
He was asked to come here
and cool off a hot zone,
and he did that.
Yeah, 'cause it's
just breezy around here
right now, isn't it?
Democracy's a big machine,
this Keeps her
wheels spinning.
Passion, dignity,
hope, and money.
That's the way it works.
And now you're
just burning it?
We don't have a choice.
If proof of this got out,
we'd lose all
credibility in the region.
No honor
amongst thieves?
I don't have the luxury
of looking at things
as black and white, Evan.
Not out here.
Nothing is.
It's a lot easier
for the world to end
as we know it than
most people believe.
We make the wrong move,
hesitate for a second
when we shouldn't,
and it's over.
Oh, my God.
You're a fucking
spook, aren't you?
I'm a fucking realist.
And my loyalty
is to my country,
not my convictions.
(PANTING)
(BLAKE COUGHING)
They're all over
the place out there.
All this smoke
coming from the roof?
Yeah. We've done
the best we could
to slow it down.
Stamper, come in.
Albright?
How's everybody
doing there?
Hansen just
made it back,
but we're fucked.
The goddamned
building's on fire.
(OVER RADIO)
We can hardly
breathe in here.
MARSOC's still
20 minutes out.
Oh, Shit.
BLAKE: I know, right?
It's like what
happened at Benghazi.
Everyone died of
smoke inhalation.
Let me tell you
something, Blake.
If I go out here,
it sure as hell
ain't gonna be from
sucking in no smoke.
We're gonna have to
handle this ourselves.
You know we're
still way fucking
outnumbered here, right?
Yeah, well, I'm not
waiting to get rescued
and I'm not waiting to die.
We're getting the hell
out of here, all of us.
How?
We're gonna slip
out the back.
(SCOFFING) Oh, check out
the big brain on Brad.
Why didn't
I think of that?
The rear gate's theirs.
There's a team of
hajis out there
with an RPK
just waiting for us
to give that a try.
Can you make it there?
Not directly.
No fucking way.
Yeah, I hate to say it,
man, but he's right.
The whole place
is infested.
Our best option might be
the northeast fire exit.
I don't know what
the hell you guys
are talking about.
You're just as fucked.
You got tangos out
front and two tactical
sitting on your back porch.
The trucks
are out back?
All right,
you gotta move.
We're coming to you.
Come to us? What
the fuck are you
talking about, John Wayne?
You gotta trust me, man.
Stamper, you with me?
Goddamn cowboy.
Fucking right!
That's what I'm
talking about, baby.
This is our house.
Let's show
these motherfuckers
how we do it.
Let's show 'eml
Let's get some!
Excuse me?
Can I get
a gun yet,
please?
Shut the fuck up.
Let's move.
Okay.
What the fuck
are you doing, man?
Mr. Ambassador,
let's roll.
(COUGHING)
I guess we'll see
which way you run
when that door opens, huh?
EVAN: (OVER RADIO)
This is Albright,
sir, we can't hold.
LINCOLN: Say again?
This is Albright,
sir, we can't hold.
We need to move.
Need an alternate HLZ.
Understood.
What options
do we have?
AI-Mafraq Stadium
is about two
clicks away, sir.
AI-Mafraq Stadium.
You Know it?
Well, that's
a soccer stadium
10 blocks from here.
Roger that, sir.
We'll see you there.
Outstanding.
Watch your ass, Marine.
Aye-aye, sir.
If someone
finds this footage,
please YouTube it.
The footage must live on.
Shut the fuck up.
Move.
I ain't gonna lie,
man. That's hot.
Get in!
(PANTING)
Clear!
Move it!
Move!
Yousef! Yousef...
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Move, move, move!
Come on.
Stamper, we're
30 seconds out!
So are we!
EVAN: Over,
headed your way!
Almost there!
We'll be there!
(DOOR BEEPING)
Where the fuck
are you guys?
(DOOR BEEPING)
(CROWD YELLING)
We got company!
Fuck!
Jesus.What
the hell?
Anytime today, Hansen.
I'm trying!
It's jammed!
It won't open!
Stamper,
open this
fucking door!
No offense, sir.
Get the fuck
out of the way!
Back up!
All right,
keep your head down!
All right, move,
move, move, move.
Get in!
Come on, let's go! Go, go, go!
Go, go! Sunshine, go!
(YELLING IN PAIN)
Stamps!
Fuck!
Come on.
Come on, come on.
We gotta go!
God damn it,
motherfuckers!
We're almost there!
Hang on!
Shit.
Shit!
Albright to MARSOC,
do you copy?
Hello? Do you copy?
We are en route
to extract. Over.
Go, go, go!
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(CONVERSING IN ARABIC)
Lack on ammo,
need more mags.
I got you.
Which way?
That way.
(CROWD YELLING)
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)
(GUNFIRE)
(GROANING)
OLIVIA: Sunshine!
You're gonna
be okay, man.
You're gonna be okay.
Stay with me.
I got you. I got you.
You're gonna be okay.
I got you.
You're all right.
You're all right.
You're all right.
You're all right.
You're okay.
Do you see them?
No.
Do you think
they're gone?
Trust me,
they haven't
gone anywhere.
Hansen, check
the back.
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
Yeah, that's
a negative. They're
holding the alleyway.
There's a basement.
Albright to MARSOC,
do you hear me? Over.
I don't know if
you can hear me,
but we're pinned down.
Cannot make extract.
Where the fuck
are we?
At Freedom Burger.
Where?
We're at Freedom Burger
on Kings Road and Al-Hashimi.
EVAN: Jamal, grab
that propane tank.
What? Why?
Just take it to
the bottom of the stairs.
They're back!
Everybody
in the basement!
Go!
(SHOUTING INDISCERNIBLY)
Okay. I got you.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
What the fuck!
Fuck!
I have to help them!
You're all right.
You're gonna
be all right.
Give me a gun.
I can fight.
Khaled sent my
younger brother, Amir,
to die when he was only 12.
Now my youngest
brother is only eight,
and I will not
let him play martyr
for Khaled as well.
Give him a rifle.
Seriously,
he gets a gun?
CAHILL: God
damn it, Blake.
There's nowhere
for you to go.
It seems your country
will now have to bear
the burdens of your deaths.
Go fuck yourself.
After all, that
is the tragic truth
of the matter, is it not?
Your government
takes pride in the blood
that stains its hands.
What are yet more lives
in the pursuit of
its foolish crusade?
Crusade?
You butcher
innocents and use
that to get the rest
to go along
with your
savage shit.
You wanna bring it
to us, to the devils
holding the guns,
that I at least get.
But a shopping mall,
the towers, journalists
and aid workers?
You're just a bunch
of fucking pussies
too weak to even
try hitting anything
that might hit you back.
This is not that
fight for freedom, Khaled.
This is just
a fight
with no end,
no winners
and no hope.
The only way is
to rid our land
of every foreigner
that invades it
and to kill the rat
who calls himself
my brother.
Go, go!
(YELLING)
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
HUTCH: Cease fire.
At ease, Marine.
Ambassador Cahill.
Blake, put
pressure on this.
LOPEZ: Ah!
LINCOLN:
Major Lincoln,
MARSOC.
Are you
okay,sir?
Yes, Major, we are.
Let's get you
outta here, sir.
(COUGHING)
It's for you,
Miss Winston.
It's Director Walsh.
Yes, sir. We have
the package.
Khaled is dead.
BLAKE: There he is.
The best.
Billy Badass.
His ass and
the rest of the Marines
saved my ass in the furnace.
So big thank you to Albright.
Albright.
Yes, sir.
Hell of a job, Marine.
Hell of a job.
Your Gunny
would be proud.
Thank you, sir.
You'll probably
able to write your
own ticket after this.
Hell, I can always
use another shooter
I can count on.
Let me know.
Patrick.
PATRICK: Sir.
Secure Mr. Cahill in
the vehicle, please.
You better take
a load off, all right?
Thank you, sir.
EVAN: In the end,
coming in first,
coming in last,
none of it matters as
long as you do right
by the soldiers
standing next to you.
Ain't it fucked up
how we spend so much time
planning our lives,
convincing ourselves
with what we wanna do,
what we have to do?
But sometimes, we don't see
what we're meant to do.
Staff Sergeant Albright?
New guy coming through.
So, Marine,
how was the trip in?