[man vocalizing]
[man] This is Gunnery Sergeant Dave Torres,
M-SOT team leader of the Second Marine Greater Battalion
based out of Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
On June 5, 2018, I took a six-man team
on a special-purpose extraction mission
to an opium factory in the Nad-e Ali District
of the Helmand Province in southwestern Afghanistan,
Go! where intelligence showed the hostage,
a professor from the American University, was held.
Military operations by the Highlanders of the First Marine Division
earlier in the night softened the target.
There was still resistance. [man shouting]
I put us on a tight clock.
Five minutes-- in, out, done.
[man] RPG!
[screams]
As we got within 20 meters of the enemy stronghold,
a combatant at the door was alerted to our presence.
Staff Sergeant Paulson and myself engaged.
[man] Clear that door!
-[groans] -[man shouting, indistinct]
I pulled Staff Sergeant Paulson inside the factory after he took enemy fire
and called for the team medic, who began triage.
There were plastic sheets hanging from the ceiling, obscuring the hall.
The mission for this covert operation relied on aggressive action and speed.
Everyone on the force knew personal security was a grave risk.
[man shouting]
[screams]
After the grenade went bang and blew the fuck out of everything,
I called out, trying to pinpoint the location of the hostage.
Johnson and Razor provided backup and engaged the enemy.
[man shouts]
[shouts, grunts]
After locating the hostage, the team cleared the room,
making sure everything was safe,
and we escorted Professor Byers to the extraction site.
Down! Man down!
Move! Move! Move! Let's get him out!
We triaged the hostage in the 30-minute flight back to Bagram Airfield.
He was declared deceased upon arrival,
along with Staff Sergeant Steven Paulson.
[man] Tough mission. [Torres] Yes, sir.
Staff Sergeant Paulson paid the ultimate sacrifice.
[man] And you, Gunny? What price did you pay?
All good, sir.
[man] We've been fighting this war for 18 years.
You've infilled and exfilled
out of more special operations missions than seems fair.
You've sacrificed a lot for your country.
Hell, the Marine Corps is running out of combat-action ribbons to give you.
You're five months away from your 20-year retirement threshold.
Get your dick out of the dirt and get home.
And do what, exactly, sir?
Bag groceries at Kroger?
Work the plumbing aisle at Home Depot?
You're a hell of a MARSOC operative.
Probably the best small-unit tactician I've ever had.
Special Warfare Operations is paying decent money for guys like you.
I can make a few phone calls. I didn't sign up for money, sir.
That's the wrong metric to measure what we do.
I'll stick it out.
Okay, Gunny. All right.
I'm sending you and your team on an exfil training mission
with the Israeli Air Force, Commando Unit 5101.
Shaldag?
That's right. Golan Heights, Israel.
Are you rotating me out, sir?
Gunny, you've got five months left.
Go easy. Get out of this war alive.
[woman on TV] As the world's attention seems to shift away from Afghanistan
to another Middle Eastern hot spot, Syria,
where bloody civil war has been raging for seven years.
[woman 2] The United Nations Human Rights Office
estimates nearly 5000,000 people have died
since the conflict began.
[woman 1] Experts say the death toll has created
a humanitarian catastrophe the world is struggling...
[woman 3] Israel and Iran stare each other down across the expanse of Syria...
[Benjamin Netanyahu] So here is my message to the rulers of Iran:
Your plan to destroy Israel will fail.
[woman 2] Damascus claims the Syrian air defenses
were successful in intercepting hostile Israeli missiles.
Israel will do whatever it must do
to defend our state and to defend our people.
[man speaking foreign language]
[translator]
[woman 1] Israel's Iron Dome intercepted all but a few of the enemy rockets.
Experts believe Iranian-backed Shia Islamist militias are behind the attack.
As many parts of the Syrian Golan Heights
close to the Israeli armistice lines have fallen
under pro-Assad control, with the Golan Freedom Brigade
having the strongest presence in the area.
[man] ¶ Made to be legends ¶
Come inside, baby.
It's the last night of our vacation.
Give me another minute.
One more minute. One minute.
[TV announcer] And it's a fly!
And it is out of here!
That's his 27th home run...
[phone vibrating]
[sighs]
[speaking Hebrew]
[man speaking Hebrew]
[beeps]
Everything okay, baby?
Yeah. Everything's fine.
Go back to sleep. It's nothing big.
Don't lie to me.
I'm not lying to you.
I'll meet you for lunch.
I'll be in Tel Aviv.
The flight leaves Eilat at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Then... I'll meet you for lunch in Tel Aviv.
Make love to me.
Baby, I can't. I don't have time.
That never stopped you before.
Come on. You can't resist me. Stop trying.
You know I can't resist you.
I love you so much.
[man] There is no military strategy on how to deal
with the influence of Iran and Russia.
I think diplomacy will fail.
Assad, for all political purposes, has won the civil war.
Damascus will fall into the hands of Moscow and the Iranians,
which will be a total nightmare for the Jewish state
and, by proxy, the United States.
We have to prevent this at all costs.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to catch
the last couple innings of the Red Sox-Yankees game.
[reporters chuckling, clamoring]
Senator, it's your son.
-Ronan? -What's up, old man?
I'm doing good. It's great to hear from you, Son.
It's late there. Is everything okay?
Everything's perfect. I'm just checking in.
You see the Yankees-Red Sox game?
Oh, don't tell me what happened. I got it on my DVR.
-So are you cycling? -Always. Always, Dad.
[chuckles] I miss our summer rides.
Well, you'll be here in a week,
and I just happen to have a bike tuned up and waiting for you.
I'm looking forward to it. You gonna be able to make some time for me?
I don't know.
Avigail wants to sit and talk politics with you at the kitchen table.
Listen, that's kind of why I'm calling.
Dad...
you're gonna be a grandpa.
No shit?
No shit.
Wow. That means I'm getting old.
You are old. Deal with it.
Go fuck yourself.
[chuckles] I love you too.
How's the new wife?
I know. She's too young for me.
She's not too young, Dad,
she's too pretty for you. [chuckles]
Did you know it was, uh,
five years ago today we buried Mom?
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
She lived a good life, right?
Better than most.
She would be really proud of you, Son.
Mookie Betts smashes a hanging curve ball
to hit a three-run homer in the ninth to win it.
I love you, Dad!
¶ Lost in the moment Get lost in the moment ¶
¶ I wanna feel the freedom You gotta feel the freedom ¶
¶ I listen to your heartbeat You listen to your heartbeat ¶
¶ I'm gonna let it all go ¶
¶ You gotta let it all go ¶
¶ Let the light shine... ¶
Hey. Dave Torres.
Welcome to Israel. Follow me.
¶ Let the moment go ¶
¶ I wanna fly away ¶
¶ I wanna feel it ¶
¶ Move out of my way ¶
¶ I feel it in my soul ¶
¶ Where the road takes me I just don't know ¶
¶ I wanna lose control ¶
¶ I'm lost in the moment Get lost in the moment ¶
¶ I wanna be the reason You gotta be a reason ¶
[music continues, indistinct]
¶ Oh, that's where We're gonna go ¶
¶ Let the light shine in Let the freedom out... ¶
Damn, it's hot as balls out here.
Yeah, well, you know what they say-- from the frying pan to the fire.
That's not what they say. They say, "Out of the frying pan, into the fire."
Oh, is that what they say? Well, that's not what I say.
-What the hell is this place? -I can tell you what it ain't. It ain't the Four Seasons.
It's an old Syrian camp from the Six-Day War.
For us, it's out rendezvous point.
The chopper will be here at 0700.
That's in 62 minutes. I thought it was just a training exercise.
Yes, it is, but the IDF wants us to jump right in.
"Train like you fight."
That is a credo of yours, right?
Where's our gear?
Let's find some shade and gear up.
You know, in all this hurry, I...
I didn't catch your name.
I didn't give it.
[speaks foreign word]
¶ I wanna lose control ¶
¶ Let the light shine in Let the freedom out ¶
¶ Let the moment go ¶
¶ I wanna lose control ¶
¶ Let the light shine in Let the freedom out ¶
¶ Let the moment go ¶
¶ I wanna lose control ¶
So, Johnson... We're not gonna do this again, are we, Bene?
We are, we are. We're gonna do it until I can wrap my brain around it.
So Dad's a politician with serious swagger.
Self-made. Catholic and proud.
Mom's a mom. A good Jewish mom.
Great Jewish mom.
Great. A Jew and a Catholic? Fuck me.
I know. Crazy, right?
The guilt trips must've been off the charts.
I guess Mom had to be a frickin' 12
to get the attention of our rich blue blood from Boston.
-[sighs] -So, uh...
Mom meets Dad,
Dad dips his wick in the Galilee, and...
-We're gonna do this? Really? -...along comes you.
Silver spoon. Private school. Limousine.
And I'm sure you banged your share of the sweet
Ivy League pussy on your way to graduating cum laude from MIT.
That's magna cum laude.
"Magna cum-for-brains" is more like it.
Who gives all that up to make Aliyah
and fly jets for Israel.
It's just the law of return, right?
Over a Sabra girl?
You know what?
She is a good girl.
Good. Good girl.
She must feed you as good as she fucks you.
No. No, man. See, that's the thing.
She feeds me better than she fucks me.
All this talk of your smoking-hot mom and perfect wife is giving me a hard-on.
You want to talk about my mom? Oh, yeah.
Don't do it. You hear me?
Over the top! Over the top!
Do you want to fly my stick today?
[weapons clicking]
Hey, Gunny, I thought this was meant to be a cushy training gig.
What the fuck, boss? Surely we're too good
for this "two weeks in the shit, prep us for war" stuff.
Training never ends, Sergeant Fuckface.
-That's what I thought you'd say. Thank you. -I was looking forward to
chasing some grade-A ass out there in Tel Aviv!
I heard them Israeli girls,
they love them a little bit of chocolate, you know what I'm sayin'?
Johnson, you're so fucking pretty, all the Israeli girls are gonna love you.
-And their fucking brothers too. -[all exclaiming]
Hey, I'm pretty and proud, motherfucker!
[speaking foreign language] Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Hey, Reza, how many languages you speak now?
Let me see. Uh, English, Arabic,
Farsi, Kurdish, French, and a little Pashto.
Oh, you don't speak Spanish? Nah. But my cock does.
Okay, that's a good thing, huh?
[speaking Spanish]
Hey, Gunny, what'd he say? He call me fuckface? Sarge!
Sarge, what'd he say? Did he call me fuckface?
You are a fuckface.
Hey, Johnson, I'll fuck your face.
Your face is so fucking pretty,
I'd fuck it in the night, I'd fuck it in the morning, I'd fuck it at dinnertime.
I wake up in the morning, I'd fuck it again. I'd flip your face over
and shave it, put a beard back on, then I'll fuck it again.
I would love to see that, man.
-[line ringing] -[phone rings]
[rings]
-Hello? -Hey, Bella.
-Dad. -Yeah, it's me, baby.
I always know it's you.
You're the only one that calls the wall phone.
I have a cell, you know.
Well, this is the only number I have programmed on my phone, babe.
Are you almost done over there?
Yeah. Almost.
You know, you've... been there...
like, my whole life.
I know, baby.
Only five more months. Then I'm done.
You're missing my birthday again.
I'll make it up to you. We'll celebrate when I get back.
It's always when you get back. I'm sorry, baby.
You're coming home for good this time, right?
Yeah. For good.
Promise?
I promise.
Be good, baby.
Te amo, Papá.
I love you too, baby.
Who the fuck are these knuckleheads?
They're one, two, three and four.
-Oh, yeah? What do we call you? -Five.
Exactly. When diplomacy fails
and my government doesn't want to start a war,
the call lands at my feet, and we get activated.
Our names and ranks-- not important.
-Skull and Bones type of stuff? -Yes, of course.
Is this your game, Major Brodetsky?
Yeah, I know your fucking name. And the no-names sitting across from us.
Melaku, an Ethiopian Jew from Beta.
Sharhabi, a veteran of the West Bank and Gaza Strip,
and son of a restaurant owner from Haifa.
Pardo, your newest recruit and a Penn State grad,
working on a start-up in his spare time.
And Brener, the blondest of the no-names,
an Ashkenazi kibbutznik from Degania Bret.
Yeah, I know something about them too.
I'm not gonna bore you with their ranks though.
[foreign language]
[chuckling]
Secrecy is an ethos.
Our names, like God's, are not to be spoken.
-It's our way. -[chuckles]
[Spanish]
You think you're hot shit, don't you?
Well, let me tell you,
we're pretty good too.
[man] Fuck, yeah.
Now, are you ready to hit the road?
Or are you gonna play "big dick, bigger dick"?
-[chuckles] -This is a game you'll lose.
You know what?
I like you.
Call me Asaf.
-Nah. I like Five better. -So do I, bro.
[chuckles, speaks foreign language]
Let's go.
Let's show these motherfuckers how the Second Marine Raiders do things.
-Boorah! -Boorah!
Shepard One, activate electronic counter-measures
and re-route to 130.
Change attack heading from the east.
[Ronan] Roger that, Command.
[man] Transmitting flight coordinates for your onboard computer now.
All right, let's start dancing.
Let's take her up. Ascending to 14,000 feet.
Going live. Shepard One has reached strike altitude and received coordinates.
Missiles ready to prosecute targets.
Cleared for strike.
[man] Target's dead. Target's dead.
Good job, Shepard One. Get your ass out of there.
Roger that. Shepard One pushing back at low altitude.
[beeping]
S-200 surface-to-air missile.
Shepard One, we have an inbound SAM.
Your vector: 090 at 25 miles.
Get the hell out of there and take counter-measures now.
Jesus Christ. Missile in the air. We're painted.
Heads up. Get your eyeballs out of your assholes.
Look for it!
Single missile! Tracking on it! Find it!
Descend and keep on braking. Roll left. I repeat, roll left.
Roll left!
-Does it have a good lock? -Damn right it does. SAM's got us eyeball to asshole.
Coming in at 5:00 and closing.
Back over! Scootch over and roll right!
Break left!
Break right!
We can't shake it! We can't shake it!
Roll left! Roll left!
Break off. Ten seconds, and it's on us.
Pull up! Pull up! Pull up! Nose to the sky!
-Activate defensive program. -Working on it.
[man] Flares released.
-I'm hit! -Shepard One is hit.
Shepard One, what is your status? Over.
Shepard One is going down. I repeat:
Shepard One is going down.
Benny? Benny, can you hear me?
-Benny! -[alarm beeping]
My WSO is not responding.
Shepard One, eject!
Eject, buddy!
[man] Shepard One has ejected.
[TV playing]
[phone rings]
Richard Jackson.
My God.
[wind gusting]
[man] What can you tell me? Be exact.
At approximately 0700 this morning,
Major Jackson's F16 was hit by an anti-aircraft rocket
while on mission over Syria.
Lieutenant Nadav is presumed dead
and went down with the plane.
Major Jackson ejected.
Have you located him?
Yes.
Major Jackson's ejector seat beacon is active.
Did he survive?
-Can't confirm. -"Can't confirm"?
[man] He ejected at mach speed.
That's a lot of G forces to put on a human body, General.
[groans]
What can you confirm, exactly?
[man] The drone-fed imagery tells us
Major Jackson was alive at the time he was taken captive.
By who?
[man] For a targeting layer,
we don't have a concrete data point.
[general] Where exactly is Major Jackson?
[man] The GPS on his flight vest
places him in southern Syria,
in the Daraa governate.
-It's a GFB stronghold. -"GFB"?
Golan Freedom Brigade.
It's an Iranian-controlled Shiite militia
fighting alongside the Syrian Arab Army,
backing Damascus' bid to take back the Golan Heights.
They are led by an extremist
who is known to us only by the name of, uh, Alshabah.
-Alshabah? -"The Ghost."
He's a real beauty, this guy.
[shouting in foreign language]
We can't get a clear picture of him
because his face is covered with his, uh,
signature tactical shemagh,
GFB headband, and his black mirrored sunglasses.
The legend he cultivates is,
if he lets you see his eyes, you're dead.
His army is small but loyal and brutal.
We pinpoint his location,
and then we lose him.
He stays in the shadows,
moves in the night.
He has a direct line to Assad,
Nasralleh and Rouhani,
and gets financing from all three.
We think he had a hand in the chemical attacks
at Aleppo and Ghouta.
-"Pay to slay." -Yes.
He's 100 percent committed to avoiding detection.
[shouting in foreign language]
[shouts]
[shouting in foreign language]
[panting]
[shouting]
[shouting, distorted]
[shouting]
Can we get gunships in there with an extraction unit?
He'd see us coming and kill Major Jackson before we could get to him.
May I suggest a special ops covert operation?
General Betz, this is Neta Luria,
Israeli Intelligence.
-Mossad. -Specializing in, uh,
covert operations and counterterrorism.
We need to scramble an extraction team.
We have a tight window before Major Jackson winds up in Assad's hands--
or worse yet, gets ferried over to the streets of South Beirut.
What's the window?
Intelligence puts it at 36 hours, max.
Thirty-six hours to-- Never seeing him alive.
We'll be negotiating for a dead body.
This is Benghazi all over again.
I can't think of all the ways this is fucked!
Have you any idea what would happen if Assad found out
he had the son of a United States senator captive?
I'll scramble a team.
Marine Corps Special Operations Command wants this.
-MARSOC? -Due respect-- he's one of ours.
[Betz] He's the son of a US senator.
Yes, General Betz, I'm aware,
but Ronan Jackson made Ailyah five years ago,
and he's now an Israeli.
-Law of return. -Exactly.
Your senator's son is one of us now.
The Second Marine Raiders
are on exfil exercises with Shaldag in the Golan Heights.
I know. I signed the paperwork.
Well, I suggest we send them into Daraa Province now.
An IDF-MARSOC joint op... it's never been done.
There's a first time for everything.
Shaldag is the best in the world at this kind of work.
Due respect, we don't need the Marine Corps' help.
[Betz] Why do I get the feeling when you say "due respect,"
I'm being talked to like I was a cocktail waitress in Hooters?
I don't care if you think
you need the Marines or not.
The four stars on this jacket say...
Second Marine Raiders are on this op,
with or without Shaldag.
Due respect.
-[man] What is it they call you? -Sergeant Razor.
This is a nickname, yes?
Yeah. They call me Reza.
I gave him the nickname Razor
'cause he cuts through the bullshit like a motherfucking razor.
[man] Then they should call you Sergeant Gillette.
-Oh. Funny guy. -I want a nickname.
You have one: Malka.
Yo, what does Malka mean?
-Malka means "queen" in Hebrew. -Dude! Dude!
"Queen" fucking rocks, man!
Whoa, whoa. Listen, listen.
There are three rules for nicknames. One: It will be assigned to you.
Two: You won't like that shit.
And three: If you bitch about rules one and two,
you're gonna get a nickname even worse than the one you bitched about.
Hey.
The world just changed. Changed how?
You and your combined units are on Task Force Judah now.
Operation Get Back. Yes, sir.
You and these Second Marine Raiders head out now.
It's a joint exfil op.
Insertion and extraction.
MOSSAD's going outside of the fence on this one with you.
This is Neta Luria. She will help you with the intel.
Consider yourself briefed.
There's no time to prep on life-sized models of the target.
This is a time-sensitive mission,
so we're sacrificing prep for speed.
Yalla. Let's go.
Yalla.
[speaking Hebrew]
-Let's go. -We'll work all three operational spheres.
Getting to the destination,
working at the destination, and returning home.
A Hermes 450-UAS is shadowing us for the next 36 hours,
giving us real-time snapshots of the battlefield.
What's the package?
An IDF fighter pilot downed outside of Daraa prov in Syria.
Wait. This is a live op?
I don't show up for anything that involves dum-dum bullets.
[Torres] What are we doing on this mission?
It's an Israeli pilot. Makes it an Israeli problem.
The pilot's American-born. Son of a US senator.
Listen, I've been on these ops before.
Lots of them. They're all dicey as fuck. I get that.
But I'm responsible for my guys, and I lost one last time out,
so I'm asking, do you have any concrete data where the package is?
Or is this a hunt-and-peck? A little of both, Gunnery Sergeant.
That's the best I have right now.
-What the fuck is this beast? -[Luria] On-field command post.
This shit looks like it was built by Lego. [men laughing]
So let me guess.
-This is your ride, right? -Mm-hmm.
So you get all the armor,
And we go in...
with no doors, no windscreen?
Yeah. But you got the big guns.
Sergeant Namjoo,
your MARSA file says you're fluent in Arabic in the Levantine dialect.
Yes, ma'am. But you should hear my Spanish.
[men laughing]
[man] Inside joke.
You're riding in the lead truck with me.
Suggest you remove name tags and ranks.
This ain't our first time swinging at the piñata, lady.
What is the plan?
-Get to the border and hold for the intel. -Okay.
[foreign language]
You're a lead on this op, Five?
Yes, of course. And if it was my call, you'd stay here.
This isn't your war.
We've got no choice.
Israel was born in war and sustained by the threat of war.
This is between the Israelis and Arabs.
Afghanistan, Iraq, Bosnia, Horn of Africa--
None of them are my wars, but I've been fighting them since I graduated high school.
How's that working out for you?
[rap music playing, indistinct]
¶ I'm here to win the war ¶
Hey, who's the T-shirt-wearing motherfucker back there next to me?
No helmet on, minimum gear, thousand-yard stare.
I mean, what is this, fucking nursery school 101?
-Yeah, he's old-school on reserve. -Does he talk?
Ask him how is it to be a Yemenite. Maybe he will answer.
I told you, I'm Yemen from the waist down only.
-That's a good thing? -It's a very good thing.
-Oh, you mean he's hung. -[all chuckling]
Something like that, yeah.
I guess that makes me a Yemenite too, huh?
I fucking love Americans.
I got a hand cannon. I'll show you later.
He's seen it. Johnson's seen it.
¶ I'm here to win the war ¶
[rap music continues, indistinct]
¶ I'm here to win the war ¶
Any progress?
We pooled a team of our best men.
That doesn't answer my question.
We think your son is still alive, Senator,
but he was taken captive by the Golan Freedom Brigade.
We think. Have they made contact? Any demands?
Not yet.
All right, I need a no-b.s. assessment.
How much time does my son have?
[Luria] Golan Heights, unsecured. [man] Designator?
[Luria] Judah 1-6. Switching.
[man 2] "Get Back" is a go.
All coordinates and op details have been relayed to your encrypted devices.
Exfiltration goes through North Command.
We're gonna be on your push-to-talk frequency from here on.
Hold until nightfall. Good luck. Out.
He's been taken captive and being held in al-Hrak, Syria.
How far on the other side of the border fence?
[Luria] We drive due east from here about 45 minutes,
and we'll get to a building on the outskirts of al-Hrak.
That's the short route.
The short route is always dangerous.
North Command Control is running this op.
Are we staging here?
They want us to shelter in place until nightfall.
Too much enemy out there now.
What kind of enemy?
You know.
Joker. Dr. Doom. Magneto.
Oh. Oh, you got jokes. Real funny guy.
-[chuckles] -You forgot Green Goblin.
Jabhat Al-Nusra, ISIS, SAA.
-The usual suspects. -Night instead of day.
They'll be gunning for us on a night run when they're pinned on speed.
-The Superman drug. -Yeah. Got me through college.
Get in, grab the package, get out, home for shakshouka.
Promise?
I want you to promise me.
I don't know what shakshouka is. I'm guessing it's breakfast, and I love breakfast.
But I've spent a lot of time down-range from these fuckers,
and getting back is never so easy.
So let's focus on getting in.
F-16 pilot.
What is your squadron?
107.
[groans]
You didn't fly out of Hatzerim.
You cunt!
[foreign language]
You lied to me.
What is your name?
Ronan Hollander.
747...
3458.
At least one of these names is correct.
"To Ronan, with love. Dad.
Semper Fi."
Who is your father?
My father?
My father's name is Roey Hollander.
What is your rank?
I'm a lieutenant. I'm a second lieutenant.
Second lieutenant.
Ronan...
Your rank, or I will hurt you.
I'm a general.
[groans]
You speak with an American accent. Why?
What is your rank?
Lieutenant.
You're too old to be active.
Now, are you a reserve pilot?
No, I'm not too old.
A major, maybe?
Or a lieutenant colonel?
I've just graduated from cadet school.
"To Ronan, with love, Dad.
Semper Fi"!
You will break.
Everyone breaks.
Good luck.
[Five] We sweep the first hundred meters of the road.
IUDs, HIMs, land lines, whatever.
Roger that. Let's get to it.
Let's go.
[goats bleating]
-You ready for this, Big Time? -This is my American nickname?
That's right.
Why Big Time?
You're one motherfucking badass.
Big Time. I like it better than Queen.
It's all yours, brother. I hope it sticks.
-Why wouldn't it stick? -Sometimes nicknames don't stick.
How would I know?
If Gunny uses it, that means it stuck.
Are you married?
Yeah.
What is her name?
Noa.
Do you have any children?
We're expecting our first.
Thank you for that.
But you will never see her again.
And you will never see your child
come to life.
I am the last person you will ever see.
[chuckling]
It's just that...
you're wearing a mask.
[foreign language]
Look at this face.
This is the face of war.
The war that will not end
until we see the end of Zionism.
Well...
good luck with that.
Wait a second. Wait a second. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Hey. [exclaims]
[crying out]
[foreign language]
[coughing, gasping]
You're strong, and you were trained.
I can respect that.
Your government,
with its Western allies, poisoned the world against us.
The world order must be reset.
My government will not negotiate with you.
But they will come for you.
You're like a candle
whose only purpose is to burn out
and to be extinguished
to shed light for the benefit of others.
That is the only reason you were sent to me.
You can have your fun.
You can break me, but you're not gonna fucking win!
Who... is... Dad? [cries out]
Wait here.
Hello, Avigail.
Senator Jackson.
Come in.
Do those casualty officers have to stand outside the door?
They're here to keep you informed and take care of your needs.
I need my husband back.
Can I get you something to drink?
Sure.
Sweet tea, with ice and lemon.
Let me help you with that, Avigail.
Here, here. Let me help you with that.
I'm such a klutz.
Watch yourself. Ronan teases me all the time.
We were just on vacation last night.
[sobbing]
Come here.
[indistinct conversations]
Hey, guys.
All clear. Let's get out--
Got a man down.
Contact. Unknown position.
We got a sniper at 11:00, but I can't see the motherfucker.
Judah 1-6 to North Command. We have a man down.
I repeat: We have a man down. Over.
-You got eyes on him? -We gotta move, we gotta move.
Cover fire! Cover fire!
-Anyone got eyes on the shooter? -Negative.
-Nothing on glass! [shouts] -Gunfire! Lieutenant--
Judah 1-6, what's going on out there?
-It's Pardo. -How's he doing, Razor?
-He's fucked up bad, sir. -What's the status?
He's dead, sir. Pardo's dead.
Fuck!
I've got a goat herder, 700 meter, at my 11:00.
-You see him, Five? -Positive. Got him on glass.
No shot! Shooter's out of range!
Cover fire!
We've got to get closer! Let's go!
[panting] Fuck!
We're still not close enough.
We're close enough.
No plan survives first contact.
There is no perfect version of this kind of operation.
We haven't met. Ellis R. Betz,
commanding general, US Military Central Command.
Abiram Yairi, major general, North Command.
That's Lieutenant Colonel Mizrah
from Unit 5101 out of Palmachim Air Base.
Our comms team activated the cruise systems and jammed the cell towers
and pinged every cell signal in the area surrounding the sniper.
Did they pick up any radio chatter,
cell phone traffic? No.
Mission is definitely compromised.
Do we send 'em or not?
Well, I can't speak for the Shaldag,
but I can for my boys.
Send in the Raiders.
Yes, sir. Copy that.
North Command Control wants us to leave him here.
The team is a minute out to pick up the body and close the gate.
Mission Get Back is in effect.
Load 'em up.
[engine starts]
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
How far along are you?
Twelve weeks.
Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?
A boy.
I wasn't really there for him as a young man.
Ronan is the strongest, most beautiful man I've ever known.
He got that from someplace.
Tell me!
Who... is... Dad?
You take a lot of notes, Gunnery Sergeant.
Yeah. Helps to clear my head from all the noise.
-What are you writing? -It's a note to my daughter.
-How old? -Sixteen tomorrow.
I drove my father crazy when I was 16.
-Tough age. -Yeah, that's what I hear.
We're on foot from here.
Johnson, Malaku, over-watch.
We'll search in teams of three.
Man, woman, child, everyone is here to kill us.
Use your discretion. Assemble on me.
Switch your helmet cams on and your safeties off.
Switching on helmet cam. Rolling live.
[man exclaims, groans]
[typing]
[whispers] Go, go, go!
[Five] Switch on your white light.
Go!
North Command, we've got breach.
Clear.
[Five] They're on the right.
Got hostiles coming at our two, Big Time.
You are not cleared hot.
I repeat, you are not cleared hot.
[Johnson] Copy that. Holding scope.
[Five] Strike team has breached, and we are moving towards the package.
[Luria] SAA soldiers are gathering to your east.
-Can you buy us some time? -Not without getting in a gunfight.
[Five] Do what you can, 1-6.
[Johnson] Clear.
Fuck!
-It's like a fucking maze in here. -Same shit, different day.
You should split. Spread the risk.
Torres...
Sharhabi, Brener.
All right.
[groans, screams]
[groaning] Ask him where the pilot is.
[foreign language]
[Five] Door. Right.
Clear.
Sharhabi, stay on the door. Brener, come with me.
1-6, we've reached the package.
-Is he alive? -Checking.
Hey, Jackson?
Hey, Ronan Jackson?
We need a positive ID.
North Command needs positive ID.
Roger that. Working on the ID.
Hey, Jackson.
1-7, this is 1-6. What's your status?
I repeat, what's your status? Over.
Razor, check him out.
Hey, now, you okay? Sharhabi, look at me.
Are you okay?
Jesus! Fucking nails.
[Torres] Oh, fuck.
1-6, this is 1-8.
-Brodetsky and Brener are dead. Over. -Get out of there now, 1-8.
This was an ambush. We'll pick you up at the main entrance.
Let's get these guys out of here.
What a fucking mess.
You fucking idiot. Let's stay on mission.
-You want me to pull them? -I'll tell you what I want.
I want your blue team to get me a precise location for our fucking pilot!
Fuck!
[shouts]
[man shouts]
Razor, cover fire!
[man shouts]
-Hell of a thing we do, huh, buddy? -Yeah.
-[man screams] -Come on!
-Gunny, status? Over. -All good.
Run like a motherfucker!
RPG! Get down!
[groaning]
[shouts, indistinct]
Benedetti? Johnson, cover me!
Let's get him the hell out of here, now!
-[groans] -Go! Let's go!
-Hey, fuckface. -[coughs]
Hey, Gunny,
tell my wife I'll be okay.
[men shouting]
-We need to get the hell out of here! -Go!
[shouting]
Go, go, go!
[phone rings]
Senator Jackson.
[whispers] Okay.
Thank you.
Now what?
They regroup, and they go back in.
Try to get some sleep, Avigail.
I need to get out.
Let's take a drive.
[Ghost] Ronan Jackson.
MIT graduate.
Impressive.
Very impressive.
Son of Senator Richard Jackson.
Ah, fuck.
My boss would like to meet you.
Why are we stopping here?
I have an asset nearby. What kind of asset?
-Syrian Druze. -Did you make him?
Make her. Yes.
She's been vetted and banked.
[both speaking foreign language]
[foreign language]
Johnson, stay on the door.
Ask her where the package is.
I speak English. Please tell him to come inside.
If they're watching, they will know we have talked.
-Who will know? -We share the same enemy.
It would please me if you do as I say.
Invite him to come inside, please.
Johnson.
[foreign language]
-[groans] -[foreign language]
So, you look for the Israeli pilot.
-We do. -Alshabah took him captive.
[foreign language] [groaning]
-Where is he being held. -You know where he's not being held, I'm sure.
Listen, I'm not here to fucking play games with you.
Neta's vouched for you, but I've got three dead friends in the back of my truck.
That's what I have. Now tell me where the fuck he is.
[shouting]
You think you're the first man to put a gun into my face?
I always come with a flower in my hand,
but I have a big fucking Colt .45 if the flower doesn't work.
-Where the fuck is he? -Easy, 1-8.
I'll take care of this.
[men chattering, shouting in foreign language]
[engine starts]
Your pilot is on his way to South Beirut, I'm afraid.
[shouts]
Alshabah will present him to the security general,
-who will order his execution. -When did he leave?
Just now.
Mm, ten minutes ago.
Last week. What difference does it make?
You won't catch him.
He's a ghost.
He spent eight years in this war, and still no one can catch him.
And if we could?
Then you take the M-5 towards Damascus
until you hit Al-Kiswah.
Alshabah will avoid Damascus.
He will take an alternate road.
That turns his three-hour drive into a seven-hour drive.
That works to our advantage.
Yes. You're already way behind.
Where is this alternate route?
It's a smuggler run between Jdaydet Artooz and Darayya,
on the border of Lebanon.
-The Heroin Highway. -How do you know this?
The information's floating around out there.
Easy.
You just have to know how to sweep it up.
If your plan is to intercept his convoy,
I suggest you acquire
more serious weapons than those M4s.
I can map the coordinates for you...
if you please.
[Luria] Judah 1-6. We're looking for a convoy
that left al-Hrak about 30 minutes ago.
Our Mossad asset puts our pilot in that convoy.
-Go to infrared. -Switching to thermal.
Do we have any idea where he is in that convoy? Which vehicle?
We can eliminate pickup trucks without crew cabs.
Five out of the seven.
[man] This is North Command to Judah 1-6.
This is Judah 1-6. Send your traffic. Over.
Continue eastbound 140 klicks and reroute
to the coordinates that we've sent to your onboard computer.
You're picking up time, and you should be able
to head them off at the designated choke point.
Roger that, North Command. Out.
This was Ronan's favorite place.
He came here with his mother.
I've been to Israel a dozen times over the years,
for diplomacy and business.
Never a personal visit.
I've never been here with my son.
North Command, this is Judah 1-6.
We've reached the choke point. Holding for enemy convoy intercept.
[man] Roger that, 1-6.
The enemy convoy is approximately ten minutes out.
From here until contact, we're going silent.
We aren't the only ones listening to comms. Over.
[Luria] Roger that, North Command. Out.
Is it Monday?
All day, Gunny.
Which way is the shit rolling?
Downhill, towards that road.
Hell of a thing we do, huh?
So how do we do this?
How many vehicles in the convoy.
North Command says they're rolling with seven.
What's their big gun?
Twenty-three millimeter anti-aircraft auto cannon.
ZU-23. Fucking Soviets.
It's mounted on a Nissan.
-Where's the package? -Exactly which truck it's in, I'm confirming now.
They don't know? They've narrowed it down to the third or fifth vehicle:
the Kia K2700 and the Mitsubishi crew cab.
He's definitely not in the lead or the rear. No.
You sure about that?
It would be a tactical mistake.
I think they're better than that.
Okay.
We need to take out the lead vehicle first.
Next up is the Nissan with the ZU-23.
In the shit show that immediately follows, we'll set up
an assault perimeter and blast the hell out of them.
Johnson, you and Melaku stay with machine guns
and put some lead into their engine blocks.
We want them crippled. Reza and Sharhabi, you advance with me.
We find our pilot and collapse back.
-How do we get out? -Same way we got in-- we drive.
-What's our big gun, sir? -The Hermes 450
you got chasing us at 17,000 feet-- is it armed?
-It is. -Hellfire missiles, huh?
RAFAEL fire-and-forget anti-tank missiles.
That'll do. I'm guessing there's a couple under wing, right?
-Good guess. -Okay, yeah. That big enough for you, Big Time?
[spits] Fuck, that's strong!
Of course. It'll put hair on your balls.
Listen, brother, I don't think anybody wants hair on their balls anymore.
I like hair on my balls.
Hey.
Mind if I use the sat phone?
Thanks.
[line ringing]
[ringing] [people chattering]
[line ringing]
[ringing]
[line ringing]
[Johnson] Convoy's in zone.
[line ringing]
Hey, Dad?
[beeps]
Dad?
Okay, what do we got?
Seven klicks out.
All right. Max out your ammo. We go in five.
Drone Flight Control is sourcing targets now, sir.
Assault Unit Get Back, two klicks from contact.
Targets are green.
[shouting]
[all chattering in foreign language]
Cover fire! I'm going in!
I'm moving in! Cover me!
Second technical clear. Moving to target vehicle.
-Hey, 1-9, you got any 40-mike-mike? -As a matter of fact, I do!
-Light up technical number six for me, will you? -You got it!
[mutters, indistinct]
This is Judah 1-8. Technical four is empty.
Moving to technical five now.
[groaning]
How you doing, buddy?
Fuckin' Mondays. [groans]
I'll be back.
Where is he?
This is 1-8.
Hostiles down, and we don't have the package.
I repeat,
hostiles are down, and we don't have the package.
I repeat, we don't have the package.
-[muffled shouting] -[pounding]
[gasping]
Got him! We got him!
Major Jackson.
[Major Jackson panting]
Serial number...
0355...
781.
That's our pilot!
-Identity confirmed! -[cheering]
[people cheering]
Load him up and get him out of here.
I'll catch up with you in a minute.
-Get him? -Yeah. We got him.
-Let's go. Let's go! -How are you feeling?
Like cold shit.
Well, the good news is,
you're gonna have a combat scar to hit on the ladies.
What's the bad news?
You're still ugly as fuck, and this is gonna hurt like hell.
[cries out, exclaims]
Let's get you out of here.
We got it.
[Johnson] Torres is hit! We got a sniper!
[Sharhabi] Where the fuck is he? Somebody give me a target!
Where did the fire come from?
12:00! Cover fire!
[gunfire]
12:00! 12:00!
-12:00! 12:00! -Shit! Where the fuck did that come from?
Cover me!
[Luria] Torres is hit. I repeat, Torres is hit.
Let's get him out of here! Let's go! Come on!
What the fuck just happened?
They've got him.
They said I'd find you here.
Just, uh...
I wanted to say thank you.
Don't thank me.
Thank them.
They say Gunnery Sergeant Torres was a hell of a Marine.
Yeah, he was.
A hell of a man too.
It's a big sacrifice.
Five lives given for one in return.
That was the job.
If asked, we'll do it again.
[Torres' voice] Bella, I know I've broken many promises
and missed so much of your life.
For this, I'm sorry.
You're certainly the best thing I've ever done,
and my birthday wish for you is a simple one.
Always treat your mother with kindness and respect,
and know that you never leave my mind.
You're smart and good,
and you will do well at life.
I'll be home soon to make up for all those missed birthdays.
I love you. Dad.
¶ When Johnny comes Marching home again ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ We'll give him A hearty welcome then ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ The men will cheer ¶
¶ The boys will shout ¶
¶ The ladies They will all turn out ¶
¶ And we'll all Feel gay when ¶
¶ Johnny comes Marching home ¶
¶ The old church bell Will peal with joy ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ To welcome home Our darling boy ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ The village lads And lassies say ¶
¶ With roses they will Strew the way ¶
¶ And we'll all Feel gay when ¶
¶ Johnny comes Marching home ¶
¶ Get ready for The jubilee ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ We'll give the hero Three times three ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ The laurel wreath Is ready now ¶
¶ To place upon His loyal brow ¶
¶ And we'll all Feel gay when ¶
¶ Johnny comes Marching home ¶
¶ Let love and friends On that day ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ Their choicest treasures Then display ¶
¶ Hurrah, hurrah ¶
¶ And let each one Perform some part ¶
¶ To fill with joy Each warrior's heart ¶
¶ And we'll all Feel gay when ¶
¶ Johnny comes Marching home ¶
¶ The men will cheer The boys will shout ¶
¶ The ladies They will all turn out ¶
¶ And we'll all Feel gay when ¶
¶ Johnny comes Marching home ¶
¶ When Johnny comes Marching home ¶