13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi

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This marks the end

of a long and painful chapter

for the people of Libya,

who now have the opportunity

to determine their own destiny

in a new and democratic Libya.

Warring gangs

continue to raid

Gaddafi's abandoned armories

as a battle rages in Libya's

two largest cities.

13 HOURS:

THE SECRET SOLDIERS OF BENGHAZI

It's loaded.

- How's the team here?

- Good.

Three ex-Marines,

one ex-Army Ranger.

It's nice having

another team guy around.

Good to see you,

brother.

Good to be back.

Man, it's hot!

How are

the kids, Jack?

They're good.

They send their love.

Can you believe Emily's

about to start kindergarten?

She dating yet?

You better

watch your mouth.

I thank God

I got three boys, man.

You're in for

a rough ride, Jack.

Payback's a b*tch and her

stripper name is Karma.

You come up with

that on your own?

I saw it on

a T-shirt in Mexico.

Hey, check this out.

Remnants of

the revolution, man.

Is Becky still mad at me for

dragging you into contracting?

Come on. She's mad at me,

she's not mad at you.

I'm part of the old crowd,

the old Jack.

The new Jack carries a

diaper bag instead of an M4.

Is this coming

from Tyrone Woods,

dental nurse,

who works for his wife?

Guess what?

Not out here, brother.

How's the real

estate business?

Pretty bad.

How bad is that?

I'm here, aren't I?

Well, this place sucks, Jack.

Not only is it hot as balls,

but you can't tell the

good guys from the bad guys.

Sh*t. No, no, no,

this isn't good.

F***!

Who the f***

are these guys?

What do we got?

The brigade we coordinate with

is the February 17th Martyrs.

This ain't them.

Sh*t, we're boxed in.

Are we bailing?

Base, this is Rone.

This is Rone.

Come in. Over.

This is base.

Go, Rone.

I'm in a jam

off Fifth Ring Road.

I'm looking at about

eight armed Tangos here.

Copy that.

Sit tight.

"Sit tight."

That's great advice.

They got a KPV.

Base, we ain't

got all day.

Hey, Rone. They're

trying to get Feb 17

to back you up,

but we're coming.

Hey, Oz, I'm in a

jam off Fifth Ring.

Ty.

Rone, 17 Feb QRF

is being alerted.

F*** that.

The only Quick Reaction

Force I want is my guys.

No. Contact 17 Feb QRF.

Send them!

I want my guys.

Tell them they're not

allowed to leave the base.

Negative, Rone.

Just hang in there.

Maybe I'm not

making myself clear.

I'm looking at multiple

radical insurgents

with AK's and

a .50-cal technical

set to blow my Rover all the

way back to Zimbabwe. Over.

It's not my call,

brother.

Here we go.

Welcome to Benghazi.

Salaam.

Libyan visa.

Official.

Libyan government.

Friendly?

Friendly?

Pull over

for inspection.

No.

Pull over

for inspection!

I'm sorry, sir,

I can't do that.

Look up.

Go ahead, look up.

You see the drone?

No? That's all right,

because the drone sees you.

Sees your face.

We know who you are.

If anything happens

to us, your home,

your family, boom, gone.

Give the order

to let us go.

I want the car!

No, I'm not

gonna do that.

Look,

I earn right to decide the

future of my country.

You're talking

to the wrong guy.

How willing are you

to die for your country?

I'm ready to go,

right here, right now.

Leave here

while you still can.

We got air support?

We don't have any

f***ing support.

Check the new rides. Gaddafi had

a going-out-of-business sale

on armored vehicles.

Max-level armored, man.

We got a great deal.

We stole them.

Sat unattended

at the airport.

Hey, Chief!

I don't want to

hear it, Tyrone.

No, no,

I understand.

I see what

you're going for here.

Secret spy base with fortified

walls, gate cameras,

and blue-eyed

Westerners

walking in and out of

this place all day long.

But if you want

to avoid...

That's so rude.

Can't believe he

just did that to me.

Chief, if you want to avoid

an international incident,

you give me my guys

when I ask for them!

Local faces need to resolve

local conflicts, Tyrone.

We're guests

in this country.

We're unwanted

guests, Bob.

We're spies,

you're security guards.

Your job is to keep us out of

trouble, not get into it yourselves.

Well, then help me do my

job and give me my guys.

Here's what you

guys are good at.

Working out,

eating five hot meals a day.

What you're not so good at

is doing what you're told.

I need your trace report on

yellowcake in five minutes.

It's coming.

That roadblock was run

by Ansar al-Sharia.

It's not just tribal groups

and freedom fighters anymore.

If you have useful intel,

Tyrone, put it in a memo.

You guys bunk here,

but you're not CIA.

You're hired help.

Act the part.

Where are my manners?

Jack Silva, this is our

esteemed Chief of Station.

Hey, Tig.

How are the twins?

- Crazy cute.

- Cute.

You have

a move tonight.

No recon, Chief?

What makes you Special

Operators so special

if you can't do what I

need when I need it?

He's fun.

Well, that was fun.

He gets his jollies pushing

around alphas because he can.

We had this commander

back in Ranger school,

he was a real cockbag.

So on our last night, me and

a buddy, we stole his beret.

The whole barracks

chubbed it.

- "Chubbed it"?

- Yeah, rubbed our d*cks on it.

Leader was a former

Gitmo detainee.

Yeah, those guys usually

don't hold a grudge.

Jack. Mark Geist.

- Oz.

- Pleasure.

Brother, I'm sorry. Everybody,

this is Jack Silva.

It's our third contract together,

so he knows the drill.

We met training

SEALs at Coronado.

How do you get them to balance

that beach ball on their nose?

It's tough.

So we got three ex-Marines

here and one ex-Army retard

who likes to rub

his dick on things.

Kris Paronto.

Call me Tanto.

Hey, man. I'm Tig.

Tig's been here the longest, so he'll

get you up to speed on the area.

This is Boon. Scout

Sniper, Zen Master,

holder of Tanto's leash.

Welcome to Club Med.

So it hasn't

rained since June,

it's not gonna rain

again until September.

You're double-bunked. Not

me, because I'm in charge.

The gym sucks,

food's actually good.

And the Base Chief

is kind of a tool.

Well, he's

a dick today.

Maybe he just needs

a new hat.

Don't encourage him.

Come on. He's a guy

with a job to do.

He's playing his string

out, but you talk to him,

Bob did some sh*t

back in the day.

All right, Jack, this

is the whiteboard

that's gonna run your life

for the next 60 days.

I want you to

check it every hour,

because last-minute moves

pop up every minute, such as

we're shotgunning it

in three hours.

Three hours. I'll let you

know when I'm briefed.

This was

a private family compound

owned by a wealthy Libyan who got

out of town after the revolution

and leased it to the CIA.

He was smart.

A little pungent.

A little spy tradecraft.

Who'd expect Americans

to be hiding out

next to a stank-ass

slaughterhouse?

We call it Zombieland.

Building A, B, C, D.

- Hesham!

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

He's a good man. But there's

a few we got our eyes on,

so always

stay strapped.

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