[ Chattering ]
[ Speaking Foreign Language ]
- As-salaam alaikum. - [ Foreign Language ]
- Put down your weapons! - U.S. forces!
Got one more! Don't shoot!
Stay where you are! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Put your hands up! I'm American! I'm on your side!
- American? - I know what you're looking for.
How much? Relax, Dad. It's a write-off.
It's a rip-off, more like. It's gorgeous, Emily!
- It's for the Christmas party. - The one you're throwing for your fantastic staff.
You've always said they're just like family to you.
You two, you're in this together, aren't you? This is a conspiracy, right?
Uh-- Oh! Uh, Dad, I'd like you to meet Rick Massey.
Oh, yeah?
I'm Gill.
[ Gillian ] Hi.
Dr. Lightman? Yeah.
Right. You're with me. You too.
Not too much on the lights and that, right?
Uh, Dad.
I'm-- I'm sure he likes you. I wouldn't worry about it.
So Deputy Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs.
What's that then? C.I.A.?
I work for the president.
I'm goin' with N.S.A.
I need you to boot up your satellite link system.
What I'm about to tell you is classified, top secret.
Nearly 10 hours ago in Afghanistan, 30 miles from the Pakistan border,
two recon marines were separated from their platoon during a skirmish with the Taliban.
- They haven't been seen since. - Yeah.
Lieutenant Williams from Wisconsin, Sergeant Hart from Arizona.
This is Hart's third tour of duty.
Williams's wife just gave birth to a baby girl.
Key in the code J-H-K-3-4-Z-Y.
Within an hour of their disappearance, Predators, drones and special missions units...
were deployed in the search for them.
Forty-six minutes ago, one team found something.
[ Shouts ] Franko James Vincent from Baltimore, so he claims.
Thirty-four years old. Oh, my God.
Oh, is this--
He's another John Walker Lindh.
- American who went over to the Taliban or-- - Don't know what he is yet.
All we know for sure is he's given up a Taliban compound in the Greman Valley,
where he swears they're holding the two marines.
Well, I get what you want from me.
Uh, transmit. Okay.
Ready. [ Cal ] Mr. Vincent.
You say you know where the Taliban are holding two U.S. marines?
[ Transmission Beeps ] How do we know you're telling the truth?
I don't want to die.
All right. Uh, the part about not wanting to die, that's true enough, right?
When did you join the Taliban?
I was an aid worker,
and I was teaching school when the war broke out.
And-- And I got very sick in a village, and they--
they-- they saved my life.
Just-- That's enough. They took me in.
- That's enough. Stop there. - No denial about being Taliban.
No. Well, the delay's not helping.
Um-- But I mean, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
He's lying then.
You'd need to bring him here for me to get a proper read. I'm sorry.
While we mount a mission to rescue those marines,
we'll have to treat him as an operational asset in country.
Look, if you think you're gonna send me to Afghanistan--
You do think you're gonna send me to Afghanistan, don't you?
And there was I, dreaming of a white Christmas.
[ Man ] * Dream, send me a sign *
* Turn back the clock *
* Give me some time *
* I need to break out *
* Make a new name *
* Let's open our eyes *
* To the brand-new day **
- How quick can you get me there? - Cal.
Have a helicopter on the roof.
It'll get you to Andrews in 20. Wheels up in 30.
All right. And, um, Gill.
Not a word of this to Emily, all right?
Hey, hey. Hey.
What's that? I-It's Secret Santa.
You pick a name, and you get that person a gift. There's a $20 limit.
It's for the Christmas party. All right.
Well, look, um,
I've got to go away for a-- a few days.
Oh. Where? Um, just out of town. I won't be long.
Well, the Christmas party's in three days. You'll be back for that, right?
Oh, I wouldn't miss that for the world, love. Liar.
No, it's, uh, fairy lights...
and really crappy music and-and good will to all men.
It's right up my alley.
Where's your boyfriend, Dick? Rick. Funny, Dad.
Uh, did I-- did I scare him away, did I?
Uh, for your information, he went home to study.
Really? Mm-hmm.
All right. In that case, all right.
[ Chuckles ] There.
Get the best Christmas lights for your tree...
that money can buy, all right?
All right. So, where are you going? Hey.
Uh, I'll only be in Florida. Oh, right. Okay.
What happens if I pick myself?
You put it back and pick again.
And besides, somebody already has you. Mm-hmm. Who?
It's a secret. Duh. Oh.
All right then. [ Chuckling ] All right.
Well, hurry home. Will do.
[ Kisses, Grunts ]
I love you. Love you too.
This is gonna be the best Christmas party ever!
- What? - You can't go to that place again.
I've never been to Afghanistan in my life.
You know what I'm talking about, Cal.
Two missing marines, love.
Fear's healthy.
Don't forget it.
Right you are.
Bye, darling.
[ Man On Radio ] Foxtrot 31 Delta.
[ Man #2 On Radio ] Tango One Romeo headed for your 20. Over.
[ Man #3 On Radio ] Zero Alpha, copy. Bring it on.
[ Man Shouts ] [ Dog Barking ]
Dr. Lightman.
This way, Doc.
"Doc." I like that. I do. No. I do.
[ Radio Chatter ]
Right this way. Watch your head here.
- Festive. - Yeah, the more I make, the better they get.
Welcome to the North Pole, Dr. Lightman.
- John Parks, Team Commander. - How do you do?
Straight away, I see you're wondering what idiot came up with the plan to send me here.
So, we have something in common.
Charlie Team with the altitude. Waiting for your go order, boss.
Right now, all you and I care about are my 12 soldiers in the air...
ready to HALO into the Taliban compound...
our new friend here says are holding those two marines.
If you've already sent a mission before I've even had a chance to talk to your friend--
I've moved my team within striking distance.
I do my job, you do yours. Final decision's mine, period.
No disrespect, but we don't have a lot of time to screw around...
before these animals start cuttin' heads off.
Well, do me a favor, will you?
Hold on the go order until I've had a chance to talk to your new friend,
and, uh, I'll do my best not to screw around, all right?
We gave him a shave and cleaned him up. Looks like one of us now.
- Sat link eyes to your people. - [ Cal ] All right.
[ Gasps ]
- [ Speaks Pashto ] - You believe in Santa Claus?
[ Man Shouting ]
Up.
[ Beeps ] Cheers.
Say hello to the folks back home.
I'm serious. Say hello to the folks back home.
- Hello. - Whoa, he felt that.
Deep sadness at the mention of home.
[ Eli ] What are those? Paper snowflakes?
When Lightman asked him if he believed in Santa Claus, I saw a flash of hope.
Where's home for you, Franko?
What?
- Where's home for you, Franko? - 1276 Bayview, Baltimore, Maryland.
Blurts out a street address like he memorized it by heart.
I-I live with my aunt.
Aunt Wendy. [ Chuckles ]
I'm sorry? Wendy Perriman.
My aunt. Is that supposed to mean something to me, or what?
My aunt.
Bayview what?
Bayview Avenue?
Bayview Terrace, Boulevard, Street?
What is it? Avenue.
You seem pretty sure about every other detail except for that one small thing, so--
Bayview Road, Baltimore,
and the natives pronounce it "Bawmer."
You know, I'm not buying much, if any, of the whole aid worker, Aunt Wendy story.
I mean, why lie about your Aunt Wendy...
unless it's part of some cover-up, some--
What is it? C.I.A., hmm?
Oh, that struck a nerve.
All right. Moving on.
How do you know where the Taliban are holding the two marines?
Why give up that information?
'Cause I'm an American, not like you.
Ex-C.I.A., rogue lunatic.
Whatever it is, any idiot can see that you've--
you've grown some deep hatred of all things Uncle Sam.
You know, I think-- I think you're just a traitor...
tryin' to save his own skin.
[ Radio Chatter ]
What's your Taliban name, Franko?
This close to the border with Pakistan,
the Taliban never moves more than 10 miles with prisoners in the first 48 hours...
and only at night.
The place I told these soldiers about, it's the safest place to hide...
that close to where the marines were captured.
He said the first half of that with extreme confidence, because it's probably true,
but he used the word "safest,"
inferring that the Taliban have more than one place they hide out.
Where else might the Taliban be hiding?
Nowhere. Well, your shoulder begs to differ.
All call signs, stand by for go.
He's lying.
Yeah, he's sending you to the wrong location.
He's lying.
- [ Man On Radio ] Charlie One. Over target area now. - You're sure he's lying?
Yeah. No. Well, 70%.
Yeah, at best, he's sending you to an empty compound.
At worst, it's an ambush, right? Sit down.
- Seventy percent? - Yeah, well, it's not an exact science.
If it was, you'd have Bin Laden by now, wouldn't you, eh?
[ Man On Radio ] Zero Charlie One. Do you copy? Over.
Abort!
Do it, Mo, now.
Abort. Say again, abort mission.
You better be right, Dr. Lightman.
[ Man On Radio ] Abort mission. Copy.
Yeah.
[ Men Shouting ]
Forget it. No way in hell.
Look, I get that you're a scientist,
but this is no place for experiments.
Look, this guy, he's definitely hiding something.
Whatever it is, it's buried deep, and there's a connection to your government somewhere.
I'm telling you, you've gotta let me dig it out of him.
You mean to tell me this maggot's some sort of spy for us?
Yeah. He's C.I.A. or related.
I mean, either he's protecting some long-term deep-cover operation,
or he's just been out here too long and he's flipped to the other side.
But those are just theories, Doc.
Look, you already proved yourself smarter than that when you axed Plan "A."
Don't give up on me now, Parks, or I'm on the first donkey out of here.
Look, whatever he is, whoever he is, I don't care.
I need accurate intel from him, and I need it yesterday.
Yeah, yeah. No, you're right. Sod the science.
Give me a weapon.
At least I'll get home in time for my daughter's Christmas party. Weapon, please.
Mr. Komisky?
Oh, please. Ed.
State Department? Pentagon.
Defense. Special Deputy, Operations and Plans.
I'll be observing Dr. Lightman's progress with the prisoner.
Top-secret news sure does spread fast in this town.
Welcome. Thank you.
This way.
[ Shouts ]
All right.
Well, he's ready for battle, and he's smart enough...
to know when to live and fight another day, so...
he's a warrior,
but he's not a martyr.
These are three of the boys you tried to lead to the wrong Taliban compound.
What was it, eh?
Was it an ambush?
Was it an empty compound?
Oh, empty compound.
Well, that's something, I suppose, eh, lads?
[ Gasping ] Hey!
We keep hearing this, uh, story about you being a C.I.A. agent who got boned,
that you got sent out here years ago, left for dead.
Is that right? I don't get home to Texas one of these days,
my wife is gonna take my daughter and move back to Michigan.
Look, this is my last tour. After this, I'm done.
If it's true you got boned by the C.I.A., I still don't understand what you did.
- What did I do? - You went over to the enemy, you plonker.
Come here.
Contempt and anger.
[ Grunting ]
Now, now. Wait, wait. Now I get it.
I see your shame. I see it.
All right, it was either join them or die.
I mean, these three, they might not do what you did, but I might.
I'm a natural-born coward. My blood runs as yellow as the next man's.
- Lightman called him a coward. - How is this helping get our marines back exactly?
Lightman just called him a coward because he's about to present him...
with an opportunity for redemption.
Watch.
But what you've got in common with these guys...
is that it's all about living to fight tomorrow, right,
in the hope that someday soon you get to go home.
If that's not in the cards,
then all that remains is the last fight you fight.
And then the question becomes,
which side of the fight are you on, eh?
- He's thinkin' about it. - Oh, God, I'm-- Crap. I'm so sorry.
Um, here, let's-- Quick, before it stains.
[ Franko ] There's another hideout in the area.
But first I have-- First you have what?
A condition.
It's a very common power play for someone who feels backed into a corner...
with nothing to lose or-- or gain.
You have a what? What do you have?
Every time you ask me a question, I get to ask you a question.
Truth buys you the truth. You lie, I lie.
All right. But first, you show me on the map...
where the Taliban are holding these two marines.
All right? Okay.
Let's go.
[ Grunts ]
Okay.
Here, there's two caves...
with a tunnel that connects them.
It's been there for over 200 years.
Why didn't you tell us about this place to start with?
No, he's been with the Taliban too long. You're still the bloody enemy.
Me, on the other hand, I'm all that's between you two.
[ Inhales, Exhales ]
I'm really sorry about this. I needed an excuse to talk to you away from Komisky.
We need to figure out some signals, or this is gonna get expensive.
Komisky's no stranger to Franko. Yeah, you saw that too?
Another thing I saw, he's careful to keep himself off the sat link cameras,
hidden from Lightman and Franko.
Gillian, have you heard from my dad in the last 24 hours?
Yeah. Yeah. Why?
Well, he always calls to check in when he's out of town, and he hasn't this time.
His phone goes straight to voice mail.
Sweetheart, he's really swamped right now,
and-- and he'll call as soon as he can, okay?
Hey, guys, we're minutes away from-- Hey, Em!
- How's the party comin'? - Well, what are they minutes away from?
Minutes away from what? Um, he will be back before you know it, okay?
Um, I gotta go, Em, all right? We'll talk later.
[ Lock Beeps ]
[ Man On Radio ] Charlie Three. Confirm cave entrance. Yeah, yeah, that's it.
- That's the cave. - Bloody better be.
Central 1-1, changing our position.
Am I ever gonna get home? We don't have time for these games.
No, it's not a game. This is a-- a test of trust, right?
Well, if you ever do get home, you're pretty much screwed.
Eh? It's the right cave. I'm a hundred percent certain.
[ Radio Chatter ]
Charlie One, target confirmed. Move, move.
Charlie One. Copy. Out. Stand by.
Contact! Contact! [ Man Shouts ]
- Let's go! - [ Gunshots ]
Man down! Man down!
Man down!
You and your science just let this bastard lead us into an ambush.
Casualty. Charlie Three. Charlie Three is hit!
[ Angry Shouting ]
- Mo! Back off! - [ Foreign Language ]
All right.
Hey, what did you say to him? What did he say to you?
He said, "Kill me now. It would be an honor."
You meant it, didn't you? Who are you now, eh? Who are you now?
My Taliban name is Khaled. Yeah?
My name is Mo, short for Mohammed, dog breath.
All right!
Did you, or did you not, send my men into an ambush? I did not!
I told you it was a Taliban hideout!
Didn't you expect it to be guarded?
Maybe you underestimate your enemy. Hey, hey!
Behave. He's telling the truth.
He was as shocked as you are by what happened.
And you're not gonna kill an unarmed man in cold blood just out of sheer frustration,
so knock it off, Parks, all right?
[ Man Shouting On Radio ]
You know that man?
I've never seen him before.
Do you know that man? I've never seen him before.
Foster. Foster, who have you got there?
This is Ed Komisky, Defense Department.
Right. Ed, I see you've met my friend Franko.
Look. There he goes. There he goes.
Amazing, huh?
All right. Okay.
Is he one of the ones that sent you here, eh?
Is he the one that sent you here?
What'd he tell you? What did he tell you?
Did he tell you you were gonna be a hero, a patriot? Is that it?
What then, eh? Then what?
Oh, that's between you and him?
I mean, I'd be very happy to set up that face-to-face meeting,
but right now, we got some mess to clear up, all right?
Mo, Mo. Kill the feed.
- Kill the feed! - What, he's shutting us out?
Get him on the sat phone. Order him to give us eyes back.
If you think Cal Lightman is gonna jump because you barked, you don't know the man.
Trust me. Call me if he comes back online.
You know Franko, don't you?
The only reason I'm here...
is because I want to see those two marines return home alive.
Us too.
Look at you, eh? Look at you.
A moment ago, you were saying you were willing to die at this man's hand.
It'd be an honor, right? Now look at you.
You'd do anything you can to get home...
just because of what you saw on that sat link.
[ Man On Radio Panting ] Zero Charlie One. Over.
[ Panting Continues ] Casualty. Charlie Three. Casualty.
If he calls in an air strike, right,
matter of minutes, a lot of people are gonna die.
Doesn't matter what side you're on, right?
When I got here, you thought I was here to help you, didn't you?
Didn't you?
There's another way in.
Where? When'd you get hooked, Dr. Lightman?
Let's go, let's go! Hurry the hell up!
What? What? On war, on this.
You get high on being in the middle of it all, don't you? I can see it in your face.
Why are you doing this? Okay, you know what? There is no other way in.
They're dead.
Look, I told you, you lie, I lie.
All right. Bosnia, right? '94.
I didn't see direct action, but I was-- I was this close to it.
All right? You get--
You get lucky just one time, you survive, right, and it's-- it's a rush.
There's no-- There's nothing like it.
It's delusions of immortality, right? Yeah.
Right? You're enjoying this then, yeah?
No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Now-- Now it's your turn.
You owe me the other tunnel to that cave.
Tell 'em to go left. You tell 'em. You tell 'em.
Parks? Parks! You tell him. You tell him!
Tell 'em to go left about a hundred yards.
There's a-- a rock with an arch in it.
This doesn't work, he's done. Yeah, well, so am I.
Mo, what's this? Look at that.
This isn't just a test of trust, is it?
Right? You're playin' this game because you think that if this mission goes south,
then you're not the only one to blame.
But if it succeeds,
I'm gonna become your-- your brother in arms, right?
I'm gonna be more likely to help you somewhere down the road, right?
Well, don't hold your breath.
Ms. Lennox.
What do you know about Ed Komisky?
Mr. Komisky is a hangover from previous administrations.
Man's more like a Pentagon ghost.
We're beginning to think he was involved in some sort of operation...
which abandoned Franko in Afghanistan.
Are you aware of any such operations? No.
You don't want to think about it?
I know of no operations involving Franko.
No records exist of C.I.A. or any other agency's involvement.
But he could be an agency asset that you have never heard about.
No, I understand what you're asking,
but I'm not sure I can get any answers quicker than you can.
Franko's aunt. I need her here as soon as possible.
Can you do that? [ Ria ] Hey, Lightman's back online.
- He needs our eyes and ears for this next part. - We never had--
Never had this conversation. I got it.
[ Man ] Yeah, confirming that, Number Three Alpha Bravo.
If I help get these marines out, I want my story told.
That's above my pay grade, pal. Dream on.
It's right at my pay grade, if your story's true.
Well, that's-- that's the back entrance to the cave.
They're gonna hit a tunnel, and they can go one of two directions.
Left? Left is bad.
- Charlie One, move right. Over. - No, no, no, no. Wait, wait. Wait a second!
If it's a back way into the cave, it's also a back way out. We mount a frontal assault.
That way, they'll try and haul ass out the back way with the prisoners.
[ Cal ] That's what I'd do. How about you, eh?
- [ Explosion ] - Hold position, Charlie One. Hold position!
Set evac charges. Stand by for enemy. Over.
- That is not Florida. - Emily. How'd you get in here?
You lied to me! He lied to me.
Charlie One. Hold position. Set evac charge.
Stand by for enemy. Over.
[ Rocks Crumbling ]
[ Explosions ] Dad?
Emily.
Dad?
[ Machine Gun Fire ]
[ Explosions ] Dad!
Did he just get-- No. No. No, he didn't.
[ Lock Beeps ]
[ Man On Radio ] Charlie One. Accessing cave entrance now.
Charlie Three, Charlie Three! Zero Alpha! Over!
[ Cal ] How'd the Taliban find us?
They got his radio when he was hit,
used it to direction-find us here.
[ Man On Radio ] Fire support, confirm position. Over.
Moving. Turning tunnel now.
Go in firm. The tunnel intersection.
[ Explosion ]
[ Gunshots ] Contact, contact.
- Marine prisoners and Taliban. - Three Taliban dead.
Evac complete. We have two marines and rescue team complete.
Setting evac charges now. Over. Copy that.
Alpha Whiskey One standing by, waiting for your signal. Over.
[ Explosion ] [ Man On Radio ] Uh, confirmed. We need a medic on board.
Over.
[ Static Crackling ]
It's a direct hit. Radios are dead for good.
- They're out there on their own now. - Wait. What-- What about us?
- You got any contingencies? - In case of-- [ Shouts ]
comms during contact with the enemy,
we have 20 minutes to haul ass out of here.
What happens in 20 minutes?
Smart bombs turn this place into a parking lot, and everything in it.
The only way that you can get out of here is if you lure the enemy into the kill zone,
which happens to be here, right? Copy that.
Oh, thank you very much. All right, you wait here.
If I'm not back in 18 minutes, you leave by that door, okay?
You know how to use that?
[ Explosion ]
Not bad for a scientist. I've had my moments.
Terrific.
Got 17 minutes. You want to tell me about your moments?
No, the game's over, you know what I mean?
Besides, you're the one that wants his story told, so--
- How badly you want to hear it? - [ Explosion ]
Well, answer's probably gonna stay in this room anyway. Go on. Ask your question.
What did you do in Bosnia? Intelligence.
You seem like you don't want to really talk about it.
Why is that? Well, the past is the past, right?
I can relate to that.
I know that you're trying to get some common ground between us,
all right, Khaled?
But I didn't betray my country.
You betrayed something.
- Yeah, I betrayed meself. How 'bout you? - [ Explosion ]
[ Beeps ] Mr. Komisky, a moment of your time?
You too, Torres.
My real name is Specialist Glen Welsh.
What branch of the military were you in?
No, no, no. Back to Bosnia.
Your betrayal.
Oh, yeah. Uh, Sarajevo, '94.
Right. We were interrogating a-- a Serb officer...
about his sniper positions.
- "We"? - Yeah, MI6. British intelligence.
And, um, I didn't believe him,
so we changed his clothes and chucked him out into Sniper Alley.
Lasted about four seconds.
Got about 18 feet-ish, right?
His information was accurate.
- But he's the enemy, right? - [ Explosion ]
I'm a-- I'm a scientist, I'm not an executioner.
- War got the better of you too. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now your turn.
I was aimin' for Special Ops.
Before I got there, uh, '99, I got in a bar fight.
They threw me in the brig for three years. Manslaughter.
I'd tell you my drinks were spiked, but what would you care, right?
Right. [ Exhales ]
Two years later, uh, this is right after 9/11,
I got jumped in the brig and was thrown in the hospital.
Somebody had knifed me in my back.
That's when they offered me a way out.
That man you saw on the sat link, right?
Yeah? [ Explosion ]
Miss Perriman?
Franko's Aunt Wendy? Franko?
He's alive?
Where is he?
And they moved you from, uh-- straight from the brig hospital to a training facility, right?
Uh-huh. Where?
Somewhere out west. I don't know exactly. They-- They didn't tell me.
It looked a lot like this hellhole.
All right, and they trained you to do what? [ Explosion ]
They taught me Pashto.
They put me through their own brand of Special Ops training...
and then they dropped me in the middle of Taliban territory,
posing as an aid worker with Shia sympathies.
You know, they said they were gonna be watching me, that they'd have my back,
and that they'd-- they'd pull me out when the time was right.
All right, but-- but they didn't. They never came back for you, right?
They betrayed you, so you went over to the other side.
Is that it?
Did you ever kill any American troops? No.
Well, that's a bloody lie. No! I--
No! Look, look, look.
You-- You try to shoot over their heads,
but those bastards, they-- they just keep shooting back!
All right. What? What?
What are you doing?
[ Shouts ]
[ Grunts, Screams ]
- Hold still! Hold still! - What are you doing? Stop!
Hold still! Why did they put you here?
How did they know how to find you? How are they tracking you?
[ Screams ] Eh? I think I know. I think I know. I think I--
[ Screams ] Hold still.
All right. This is gonna prove your story's real.
[ Shouts ] What the hell are you doin', Lightman?
- [ Screams ] - Hold him! Hold him still!
Hold him still. Hey, we gotta go! We gotta go right now!
Not till I've done this! You listen to orders!
I'm takin' my orders from the president. Did I forget to mention that?
Hold him still. [ Whimpers, Shouts ]
All right. Give me the pliers! [ Explosion ]
[ Franko Whimpering ]
[ Screaming, Panting ]
My sister Peg died giving birth to Franko,
and, um, I raised him just like he was my own.
Have you two met before? No.
What elementary school did Franko go to?
Who was his first girlfriend?
Miss Perriman?
I believe you really did have a sister who died in childbirth,
which is what makes your story believable to a layman.
- It's not a story. - Do you carry a picture of your nephew?
I just-- I imagine over the years of not knowing where he is,
or if he's even alive, it might be a great comfort to you.
- A symbol of hope, to have-- - That's enough. You don't have to answer that.
They came to me after 9/11.
My sister's death didn't have to be for nothing, they said.
She's definitely telling the truth.
I can tell you want to get this out, so please keep going, Miss Perriman.
Someone from the C.I.A. did come to me.
I guess it was...
like an acting role for my country.
You gotta understand, I wanted to do something.
We all wanted to do something.
Including you, sir. I believe that.
But you sent a man into Afghanistan to infiltrate the Taliban.
Then what? You just forget about him, or you just leave him there to rot, or worse?
We lost him. The battery in his tracking device died.
The battery? It happens.
Know how hard it is to find anyone out there? I've heard.
We kept waiting for him to show up, and when he didn't, we assumed he was dead.
So, please,
take your sanctimonious judgment and park it somewhere else.
[ Explosion ]
Snow.
If we don't get out of here, it'll be the last white Christmas we ever see.
- Not until I've done this. Hold on. - [ Screaming ]
Hey! Hey! Hold still!
[ Groaning ]
There it is.
[ Grunts ] It's a tracking device, yeah?
It's, uh, two-year battery life.
- He is one of ours. - Why didn't you tell us who you were in the beginning?
Orders. I disobey, I'm dead.
The only person I ever reveal my identity to is the man with the code.
- Nobody else! - [ Explosion ]
The code was Aunt Wendy.
Well, that's a reason, but that's not-- that's not the real reason, is it?
Come on. You can do better than that.
When these bastards caught me, and they beat me, yeah, I was Taliban.
Well, that's better. So, who are you now, eh?
You're the expert. You tell me.
[ Explosion ]
You tell your mom? No.
Why not? Same reason you didn't tell me.
Don't you think you should tell her?
He can tell her when he gets back.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Door Closes ]
Move out! Let's go! Let's go!
- [ Man Shouts ] - [ Gunshots ]
Let's go! Move! Move!
Mo, let's go!
[ Man Shouting ]
Lightman, you're outta here. [ Man ] We gotta go!
No. No, no, no. We saw it on your face earlier, right?
You got orders never to let this man leave this room alive, don't you?
Eh? Am I right?
Okay. Look.
These men remind you of what-- what you wanted to be, right?
So now it's all about the last fight you fight and which side of the fight you're on...
and if you finally get to do...
what you came here in the first place to do, eh?
I need 45 seconds of fight out of him to clear the tunnel.
You got it.
[ Explosion ]
- Where's home? - 1245 Glenview Park, Iowa City.
Say it again, say it again, say it again! 1245 Glenview Park, Iowa City!
[ Parks ] Lightman, let's go!
[ Man Shouts ]
[ Screams ]
[ Gunfire Continues ]
[ Groaning ]
Nice job, Doc. Not really!
[ Man On Radio ] Bravo Two and Charlie Four.
Yeah, that's him.
Heard you helped get us out. Thank you.
No, thank you.
[ Mouthing Words ]
Dr. Lightman. Yeah?
Oh. It's the real Aunt Wendy.
Please, don't do this.
This is a matter of national security.
What story did you people tell Specialist Welsh's-- Franko's family?
Killed in action?
Died in the brig?
Oh, died in the brig. Nice one.
- I was serving my country. - [ Doorbell Rings ]
Oh, yeah? Our country, you mean.
It's our country. It's about time you let that one go, mate.
You go public with this, you'll be breaking the law.
I'm not going public. I'm gonna tell a man's family the truth about their son.
You know what I mean.
You know, sooner or later,
we gotta stand up and be counted for our mistakes, right?
Your man, Franko, he went over to the Taliban.
That was a big mistake, but in the end--
You know what I mean?
Mr. Welsh. What's goin' on out here?
Who are you? [ Woman ] Who is it, hon?
You mind if I come in for a minute?
There's a few things I'd like to tell you about your son, Glen.
- Glen? - Do you mind?
[ Shoes Scraping ]
Happy holidays.
Dr. Lightman.
Would you let me do the talking?
Just so long as it's the truth.
[ Woman ] * Santa baby Just slip a sable *
He's late. * Under the tree for me *
The Midwest is snowed under. Delays everywhere.
Yeah, my mom is stuck in, uh, St. Louis.
Well, what are you gonna do?
* Santa baby So hurry down the chimney tonight *
[ Men ] * Bu-bu-bu-bu *
[ Woman ] * Santa baby *
* A '54 convertible too *
* Light blue *
* I'll wait up for you, dear *
* Santa baby *
* So hurry down the chimney tonight **
Oi. Hello, darling.
I know. I know, love.
You shouldn't have had to see that, Em.
I was scared, Dad.
I was really scared. I know.
Yeah.
Yeah, me too, me too.
Mmm.
So is it naive to ask you-- beg you, really--
to never do anything like that again?
No. No.
Uh--
Well, yeah. It's a little bit, yeah.
Oi. Well, let's share some of that.
All right.
[ Man ] * Silent night * Oh!
* Holy night * It's beautiful.
Well done, Em.
* Shepherds quake *
* At the sight * You okay?
[ Groans ] I'm not sure. Good.
You're not meant to be. * Glories stream *
* From heaven afar *
Hi, hi. Hey.
You look nice. Thank you.
"Ish." Loker.
I got you in the Secret Santa.
* Sleep in heavenly peace *
I'm watching you.
Oh, man. Yeah.
Don't mention it.
* Ooh, silent night *
* Silent night, silent night *
* Silent night *
* Silent night, silent night **