(GUN SHOTS)
(EXPLOSION)
Ripped By mstoll
(GROANS)
This is Delta Five. We're in deep shit!
Request assistance A-S-A-bloody-P, over!
- Nearest support is two hours away, boys. - Two hours?
Just another day at the office, gents.
(LAUGHS)
What are you gonna do, Commander,
- when we get home? - Oh, I don't know.
Place in the country, some pub lunches, gorgeous wife...
Commander Rob Tyler, checking it in?
I don't know about that, Frankie. I'm not quite ready for that yet, mate.
Anyway, I'm the guy who's gonna win this bloody war.
One, two...
(EXPLOSION)
Fucking hell!
Well, that did a lot of good.
Bollocks, boys, we don't have the ammo for this.
Our only way out is that beauty over there.
Sixty meter dash over open ground.
Sorry, Tommy. You're up, son!
Hold on, hold on, hold on! Hold on!
On my two. Two, one!
(GROANS)
Shit, he's hit!
All right, on two. One, two!
(GUN SHOTS CONTINUE)
(GROANS)
Tommy, you'll do anything to get out of a job, mate.
Give them everything we've got! Here!
All right, Tommy, here we go.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
- Tommy, grab on to me. - (GROANS)
(ENGINE REVVING)
He's up there.
Come on! Come on, Tommy. Come on! Go! Go!
(GROANS)
BOTH: Frank!
(EXPLOSION)
Go! Go! Get in the car!
- We never leave a man behind. - Get in the car.
(TOMMY GROANING)
Sorry, Frank.
To absent friends.
- You're unusually perceptive. - Hardly a word all day.
Then I realize, it's two months since Dieter died.
To absent friends.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Excuse me, miss.
I strongly warn against consorting with this man.
You're bound to end up in some perilous situation
where he can save the day, just to make himself look heroic.
- Tommy. - Frank.
My colleague, Caterina.
- Tommy and I served together. - Well...
I've got all the embarrassing stories about him, Caterina,
in case you're interested.
- You and I should definitely talk. - It's a date.
Sit down. What are you doing? You're on holiday or...
I'm not.
- But I can locate anyone. - You're looking for me?
It's Rob. He's in trouble.
What kind?
You know I'm Ml6 now?
- Yeah. - So is Rob.
Posted in Libya.
He disappeared three nights ago.
- They haven't found him? - Well, that's just it.
- They're not even bloody looking. - What?
Some delicate political situation bollocks.
Nobody's going in, Frank.
It's down to you and me.
Have you got any plans once you get there?
FRANK: I don't have one, obviously.
- You know how unstable things are. - I read the news.
Ml6 are sending no one. And he's one of theirs.
- Doesn't that tell you anything? - Yeah. They're assholes.
It's too high-risk.
If it wasn't your friend, you wouldn't go.
Is there anything I can do to make you change your mind?
Have you seen my shirts?
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
FRANK: How many Ml6 on the ground here? TOMMY: No bloody idea.
I wasn't even supposed to find out he's missing.
- How did you? - I check in with Rob from time to time.
When he didn't answer, I started snooping.
As far as I know, he was the only asset here.
His address was about the only intel I could get.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Fifth floor.
- Delta Five. - Lift's busted.
Five flights.
- Wanna keep an eye on the street? - Yeah.
(MEN ARGUING)
(CAR APPROACHING)
TOMMY: Come on, Frank.
Ah!
- Yeah. - Four men are on the way. All tooled.
Thanks for the heads up.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Sorry, I left my phrasebook in the taxi.
Tyler, Rob Tyler?
You're looking for Rob? I'm not him. I'm looking for him.
- Not Rob Tyler? - Right.
Not Rob Tyler?
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Rob Tyler?
Sorry, I couldn't understand your accent. Yes, I'm Rob. This is my place.
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS)
(GUN SHOTS)
(GROANING)
(INDISTINCT)
Afternoon.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GUN COCKS)
Drop the weapon.
(BLOWS)
Useful old bugger, isn't it?
Do you have any idea who that fellow was?
Not a scooby.
- Can you find out? - Not without Ml6 realizing I'm here.
They all think I'm visiting my bloody aunt.
I'll check in with Cat. See what she can find out.
- You think this bloke took Rob? - No.
- He was looking for him, too. - What for?
Check these out.
See if you can get any answers. I'll meet you back at the hotel.
- Where are you off to? - Fancy a coffee.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
I'm sorry?
- Oh, uh, American? - English.
Oh. A cup of tea?
- Are English customers that predictable? - We don't get many.
A friend of mine comes here. A Scottish guy, talks a lot,
usually can't understand a word he's saying.
- I'm sorry, I don't know anyone like that. - You'd remember him.
He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's kind of friendly.
- Are you going to order something? - I'll take a black coffee.
I found these in Rob's apartment.
- Are you sure you don't know him? - Please leave.
You don't need to be afraid. I'm a friend, I'm looking for Rob.
Stay and you'll get someone killed. Please go.
Welcoming committee?
(CHUCKLES)
Have a seat, Mr. Martin.
You know my name, Dr. Mangoush.
And you know mine.
I've read about the women and children you've murdered.
A man from your country is in no position to judge, Mr. Martin.
I am simply trying to restore order to a lawless land.
- Is that why you're looking for Rob Tyler? - What makes you think I am?
Oh, I bumped into someone else who was after him.
A chap with burns on his face, bit of a temper.
General Dekma is a savage.
Unlike your good self, of course.
Your friend Rob disappeared with an associate of mine.
- I would like to find them both. - And you expect me to help you?
I am a civilized man, Mr. Martin. I would reward your cooperation.
And if I don't cooperate?
I will do what I must do.
This is not my cup of tea.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
- I've ID'd the man with burns on his face. - So have I, General Dekma.
- What do you know about him? - He's like Mangoush.
They're both trying to topple the government there.
Turns out they're both looking for Rob, same as us.
Seems everyone is.
Except Ml6.
- That's odd, isn't it? - I'd say.
- Do you have any idea who took him? - None.
Can you still get information out of French intelligence?
- Yeah, I guess. - What's that about?
It means calling a guy who keeps asking me out to dinner.
- I'll buy. - What is it you need?
Mangoush said an associate of his disappeared the same night as Rob.
- Do you have a name? - No.
Well, I'll see what I can dig up.
They're not room service, are they?
I forgot to pick up my dry-cleaning.
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Who is this?
MAN ON PHONE: Would you have come along if they'd asked nicely?
- Of course not. - (CHUCKLES) That's what I thought.
It's nice to hear your voice, Commander.
- Rob? - You, too, Frankie.
I just wish it was better circumstances, mate.
- When can we meet? - How about now?
- Where? - Look across the square.
(HONKING)
(EXPLOSION)
- Rob! - Rob!
(ALL SCREAMING)
All the way out here to save him, and we only get him killed.
Circus posted Rob out here alone. No assets on the ground, zero support.
Seems crazy, doesn't it? A place like this.
You work there, but you had nothing on the mission.
Nothing but an address.
Need to know, mate.
And according to them, I don't.
- Where are you going? - Home.
(SIREN WAILING)
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
- What've you got? - Dinner date on Saturday night.
That associate of Mangoush, he's a government minister.
- Name of Mustafa al-Kubar. - Okay.
He was in charge of destroying Qaddafi's chemical weapons.
But everyone suspects he kept one for himself.
Nice little earner.
Your friend would've tried to stop him selling it on.
Yeah.
- Until someone stopped him. - What do you mean?
(SIGHS)
- Rob's dead. - When?
About two hours ago. I watched it happen.
- I'm so sorry. Who did it? - I'm not sure, but I've had enough.
I'm getting the body and I'm bringing him home.
Mr. Martin.
I'm sorry, but we are not able to release the body.
I can get authorization from his family in England.
Mr. Tyler will be buried tomorrow by his family here.
His family here?
- What do you want? - I need to talk to you.
I told you to go.
- You wouldn't listen, now he's dead. - I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Tyler.
Come inside.
How did you find out?
I tried to claim the body, but you already had.
Rob didn't want anyone to find out about us.
He thought that they would try to hurt me to get to him.
- Who do you think killed him? - Dekma or Mangoush.
- It had to be one or the other. - No.
They wanted him alive.
- Are you sure? - Certain.
Then who did this?
Do you know this man?
Al-Kubar, a government minister. He's working for Mangoush.
- Rob said he was a very dangerous man. - He was.
He was peddling a chemical weapon. Disappeared the same night as Rob.
- What? What is it? - I'm not sure.
Maybe nothing.
(CHUCKLES)
(EXPLOSION)
- Rob! - Rob!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Ready, mate?
- What are you doing? - We're not leaving.
- Why not? - Rob's not dead.
- That's her. - Who is this?
- Tom Evercroft, a friend of Rob's. - A friend, huh? Like him?
We need to talk.
Please, let me mourn in peace.
I would, but you're wasting your time. Your husband faked his death.
I just watched them lower my husband into the ground!
That wasn't Rob.
So they buried an empty box, huh?
They buried Mustafa al-Kubar.
- What? - Frank thinks Rob killed him.
But you watched him die.
They took us to a specific location,
Rob called us to make us look in a precise direction.
At a precise moment, a truck pulled to a stop,
blocking our line of sight.
He timed it all perfectly.
Called the truck driver to make sure he passed at just the right moment.
(HONKING)
Giving Rob enough time to get out of the car and detonate the bomb.
- (BEEPS) - (EXPLOSION)
He knew the body would be buried here with no autopsy.
No proof it wasn't him.
No. Rob loved me. He wouldn't do that.
There's one way to find out.
- Demand an autopsy. - (SIGHS) What good would that do?
If they dig up a body in Rob's grave and it's not him,
he's got a big problem.
It's been two hours.
Sincerely hope you know what you're doing, mate.
Rob will have a man inside the coroner's office.
Sorry, Frank, for dragging you out here.
Truth is,
I think this was more about saving me than it was Rob.
- Things that bad? - My life's going nowhere, Frank.
When they shot me, they might as well have killed me.
Well, they didn't.
While you're alive, you've got to keep fighting.
Look who's here.
Visitors.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
They want us to go with them.
- You've got to be kidding me. - Rob Tyler, alive and well.
- How could you do this to me? - I'm sorry, Daria...
If there'd been any other way...
Couldn't let a man die in peace, could you, boys?
Nice way to treat your friends.
- It's complicated, Frankie. - Looks pretty simple to me.
You staged your death to stop Mangoush, Dekma, and us looking for you.
You're a pair of crazy bastards. Shouldn't have come here in the first place.
- We came here to help you. - I know.
- Because no one else would! - And I love you for it.
- But you very nearly screwed things up. - Looks like an explanation's in order.
Hmm.
Sarin gas, 20 times more deadly than cyanide. It's impossible to detect,
wipes out the nervous system within minutes of exposure.
- Bloody hell. - Paper said they were all destroyed.
That government minister planned to sell it to Dekma,
who was gonna use it to wipe out Mangoush,
so you killed him and took the weapon.
And I had to make myself disappear, before they got their hands on it.
So what are you gonna do with it?
I thought I'd just let it off, Tommy, see what happens.
I'm gonna get it the hell out of Libya, what do you think? So no one can use it.
How?
- A boat. Leaves port in the morning. - What kind of boat?
One that floats.
Hostiles in pursuit, heavy surveillance, journey to the port is risky,
and the probability of avoiding capture in open water minimal.
What are you doing, Frankie?
Sorting out your rubbish plan.
No, boys, you've done enough.
Everything is in place. I can't risk you getting involved.
Still wants to be the hero.
Cat? I'm gonna need a plane.
So I walk in and Rob's halfway out the window, trousers round his ankles.
Her husband smashes up a chair, starts hitting Rob.
Then this bird, half-naked, starts screaming at the husband
for breaking their chair, while this geezer strolls away,
calm as anything, trousers still round his ankles.
Not really helping repair my image here, mate.
In Rob's defense, he did always say
he wanted to settle down with a good woman.
Anyway,
on that bombshell... (CHUCKLES)
Tommy, what about you?
Bachelor pad in Croydon. Pretty dire, really.
Not as dire as that beard, my man.
(ROB CHUCKLING)
Frankie, anyone special?
- What about that bird in the restaurant? - She's a colleague.
You'll meet her tomorrow. She's bringing the plane.
When was the last time you two saw Rob?
What? Seven, eight years?
And still you risk your lives to save him. Why?
Our last mission in Iraq.
(GUN SHOTS)
Tommy got shot.
(GROANS)
So did I.
The boys had to get the hell out of there, or we'd all be dead.
(EXPLOSION)
So I'm lying there, been in better states.
The future's looking fairly gloomy.
I'm drifting in and out, losing track of time.
Can't tell if it's been two minutes or two hours.
I figure I'll take a few down with me, but, one way or another, this is it.
Next thing I know, the enemy had found me.
(MEN SHOUTING)
(EXPLOSIONS)
Then I see the most beautiful thing I've seen before or since.
These two ugly bastards back to save me.
Never leave a man behind.
And if we do, it's just till we find a chopper.
(ROB CLEARS THROAT)
- I've missed this. - Me, too, boys.
To absent friends.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
You're late.
Watching General Dekma
to make sure your kind offering only reaches me.
Very well.
I will be there at sunrise to take back my weapon.
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
What's up?
I'm almost there, should be landing in about an hour.
Okay, I'll see you there.
- Do you still have the weapon? - Yeah, why?
My new boyfriend at French intelligence, he's been tapping Mangoush's mobile.
He says he's picking it up this morning.
Frank?
Did you get that?
See you at the airfield.
Mangoush is coming for the weapon.
(GRUNTS)
How's that possible?
- Lf you're looking for Rob, he's outside. - I need to see your phone.
Okay. What for?
One call, last night, when we were all sleeping.
No, I didn't make a call last night.
FRANK: Looking for this?
Took it last night.
You suspected Rob last night. What the fuck, man?
Rob?
What is this about?
That was the reason you faked your death, so you could sell the weapon.
Where were you taking the truck, Rob?
He was selling the sarin to Mangoush. Isn't that right, Commander?
- It was for us. - No.
Twenty years of service, and what do I have to show for it?
- It's wrong, what you're doing. - Come on, Tommy.
We stopped knowing right from wrong years ago, mate.
Quiet.
Whatever's happened since the war, you're better than this, Rob.
- Tell him there's no deal. - There's no way out of this, Frank.
FRANK: Tell him there's no deal.
Where is the weapon, Mr. Tyler?
(GASPS)
- Where is the weapon? - Rob, don't tell him.
The cement truck.
We had a deal.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(GRUNTING)
(ENGINE STARTING)
(BANGING)
- (GUN SHOTS) - (GROANS)
FRANK: Let's go!
Take one of those cars. We'll meet you at the airfield.
I don't expect you to forgive me, but I'm gonna make this right, okay?
(GUN SHOTS)
- I'm out, Tommy! - I'm out, too, boys!
Take the wheel.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(SHOUTING ORDERS)
Frank!
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
- You all right, mate? - Just another day at the office.
- (GUN SHOT) - (GROANS)
Tommy!
Well, chaps, we're pinned down, outnumbered,
and I'm in dire need of medical attention.
- Just like old times, Tommy. - (CHUCKLING)
We need to get back to the Jeep.
Look at it. There's no chance, Dekma would chase us down.
- The two of you can make it though. - FRANK: No, Rob.
- No. - We don't leave a man behind.
This might be that moment, boys.
- My turn to be the hero, eh? - No.
- Yes. Yes! - No!
Listen, Frankie, just do me a favor, will you?
Tell her I'm sorry. And tell her I love her.
I'm still your friend, boys. Just forgot it for a while.
Give me that box, Frank. Give me the damn case!
Well, get your running shoes on, lads.
Come on! Come on!
Oh.
Finally.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(GUN COCKS)
(GROANS)
Put this on the plane.
You're staying here, Tom.
- I need a doctor, Frank. - Daria will help you.
And make sure that Ml6 takes care of her. Rob would've wanted it.
What are you talking about? Ml6 doesn't even know I'm here.
They couldn't have their fingerprints on this,
so you came to me, so I could do their dirty work.
- When did you know? - When I saw Dekma.
He couldn't have known where to find the weapon unless you called him.
He's our dog in this fight.
I was supposed to make sure he got the weapon.
I'm gonna destroy it.
I'm sorry, Frank.
Rob was right, you know?
It's hard to tell right from wrong anymore.
(FRANK SIGHS)
He said to say that he's sorry and that he loves you.
I'm sorry we couldn't save him.
But you did.
(PLANE ENGINE STARTING)
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