Behind Enemy Lines: Colombia Page #4

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We need to stop this madness right now.

We are. We're putting together

a scenario linking your men

to a rogue arm

of the Ruiz-Mendoza Cartel.

- What?

- You can't do that.

This puts their actions

outside of any political agenda.

Operating on their own.

Bought and paid for

with Colombian drug money.

You're not gonna burn

those SEALs' reputations!

Those men have families.

They fought and died for us.

Their sacrifices will not go unnoticed,

just unsaid.

Not by me. Your lousy intel

put my men in this FUBAR situation,

and I'm gonna get them out.

You will do exactly

what you're told, soldier.

Unless you want to be reassigned

to a cell in Leavenworth.

It's Commander,

and I'd advise you to back off.

So, Kevin, let me ask you,

that fence is wired and hot

- and you were gonna break into there?

- When the guy said barn,

I thought barn. Cows, chickens.

Open space. Cheap, easy to secure.

Buildings look old, but they've

had some high-security retrofitting.

Think you can get us in the doors?

No problem. They get all their

security tech protocols from us.

Wait a minute.

- The well.

- Yeah? What about it?

This water tower, that well,

got to be connected, right?

- Some kind of pipe.

- Would be a hell of a thing.

No way.

No way.

- All the air we've got.

- He doesn't have enough air.

Hypothermia will get him

before his air runs out.

That is if he doesn't get strangled first

by the root of a tree.

Right. You know what?

You guys suck as cheerleaders.

You're right. Blast our way in,

fight a battalion. It could work.

The only easy day...

- Was yesterday.

- Was yesterday.

Yeah.

Push the car. Don't start it.

I'll go this way.

Come on, come on.

Got anything?

Nada.

I hate to say this, amigo,

we need to start thinking Plan B.

He's still kicking. I know it.

Come on, come on.

Son of a b*tch. He made it.

He made it.

Get ready.

You don't think they'll mind

if we crash the party, do you?

Got this from the security guard.

- Good to see you.

- Yeah.

Let's do this.

They didn't bother to change

the factory pass-code.

Here's our gear.

Triggered the alarm.

Carter, you've got security.

Watch that door.

Kill that alarm.

All right, find those vid packs.

- Got them.

Good. Check them.

- Nothing here.

- What do you mean?

Nothing. Damn gausser

must have wiped them all.

What do you mean, we've got nothing?

Nothing.

Damn it!

Boys, we got company. I got the door.

Carter, smoke, ammo.

Got it!

Damn it.

Let's rock and roll.

- All good. I'm right behind you.

Kevin, let's go.

Fall back to the car.

We need help.

Pop a smoke.

We're in some real pretty sh*t now.

- Damn it, they got here fast.

- Hoof it or drive?

We'll never lose them.

Probably got a helo on the way.

Holy sh*t. You're right.

Okay. How much smoke we got left?

- I got four.

- I got two.

That'll do.

- I'm gonna need some cover.

- Got it.

Rock and roll!

- Whoo-hoo! That sh*t worked.

- Go.

Yeah.

Commander, we took our shot.

We tried recovering the vid packs.

We came up empty.

What's your play, Lieutenant?

Play? We can't come home.

Well, how about we go back downrange

and get ours before they get us?

How about that? That an idea?

That's a one-way mission,

and you know it.

What's your situation like there?

FARC has started their attacks.

They bombed a school bus, killed 12 kids.

The Pentagon's projecting

civilian casualties to be

a quarter million in the first three months.

Maybe it's time we get our pound of flesh.

Look, we still have time

to make this right.

I want you to go back over the mission

in your head.

Everything you heard, everything you saw,

every branch snap, every bullet hit.

- Why, what's the point?

- Because I trained you, Sean.

And I sure as hell

didn't train you to give up.

The bogus intel on the Venezuelan alliance

came from Carlos Rivera,

Colombian national,

and a handler, codename Apotequil.

Rivera was responsible

for the bombings in Bogota.

- And I don't know how...

- Commander!

But they're tied into all this.

Do what you can, but do it smart.

May I see your phone?

I could give it to you,

but you'd need a proctologist

to read my text messages.

Consider yourself relieved of duty.

You don't have the authority to relieve me.

Actually, Commander, I do.

- What now?

- I still got a few cards to play.

Thanks.

All right. Shut it down.

All right. Mission walkthrough.

- We split up in the jungle.

- Greg had the overwatch.

Greg radioed in starter positions.

Right.

- Greg saw the black hats coming.

Greg was watching the base

through the Spectra.

Yeah?

Which wasn't with our gear

in the barn, right?

No. It wasn't.

God, it could still be out there.

Yeah. Would've got everything.

Our position, the bad guys.

- Yeah.

- Gear up.

I have proof.

Are you absolutely sure?

Everything the world needs to know,

to know that we didn't do it.

Okay. Excellent. Where can we meet?

Puerto Limon, 1700 hours.

Okay, I will be there,

and I pray that what you say is correct.

For if not,

tomorrow will the bloodiest day

in the history of my country.

Lucky for us, we still have today.

Keep looking, it's got to be here.

Gotcha. Attagirl.

- Yes.

- This clears us.

- When's the General due?

- One hour.

Sh*t. Wait a minute, guys.

- What?

- Down there.

Son of a b*tch.

How did these bastards find us?

LT, we're against the mountain here,

and the only way out of here

is through them.

I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

This guy stops a war. Don't lose it.

- Great. No pressure.

- Options?

Thin the herd. Quiet. No guns.

How did I know you were gonna say that?

This is who we are, brother.

For Greg and Steve.

All you Americans think you're Rambo.

I prefer John McClane.

Alvaro! Stop!

Do it. Go on.

Tell your people the truth.

What about your wife, your son,

is this what they would've wanted?

Help me to end this.

Death is all I have left.

Kill me, or I will kill you.

Stand down, soldier.

General Valez, Carter?

We've secured your man.

Where is your proof?

This man's a traitor.

Give him the vid pack.

We have footage of him

killing your soldiers on that.

Alvaro.

You're working with him?

He works for me.

I'm his commanding officer.

What?

When I was a little boy,

the guerrillas cut my father's throat,

and they made me watch.

That's why I became a soldier,

to hunt them down.

What about your talk of peace,

those innocent men you killed?

They were your allies.

They sacrificed for Colombia.

They are heroes.

The bogus intel on the peace talks,

and my men... You set us up!

Alvaro, kill him.

Rivera. Videotape the bodies.

Make it look like

they tried to bomb the base.

Rivera, Carlos Rivera.

The factory bombings of Bogota.

It wasn't FARC. It was you.

That is a lie. Kill him, Alvaro.

No, no. Rivera has a handler,

his codename is Apotequil.

Apotequil.

You?

My wife.

My son.

They died heroes for Colombia.

Their sacrifice brought us together.

- You killed them.

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