Mercenaries
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- 2014
- 89 min
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While conditions for women
have improved in the West,
Here in Ganzar, they're
among the worst in the world.
It's no exaggeration
to say that these women
Live their lives essentially as slaves.
Am I still on air?
Damn!
I'm sure reception will improve
Once we get out of
this pass, Ms. Prescott.
No. I mean, do we think the warlords
Just because I'm here for
an election-year photo op?
We're wasting our time.
It only takes one pebble
to start an avalanche.
What the he is this?
Reynolds. Camelot One to Camelot Two.
What's the holdup?
I'll take care of it in a second.
We gotta move this cart.
Jones is down!
He's got a gun! Get down!
Webber, get Elise to safety!
Elise, you okay? Think I'm okay.
I'm activating the homing
beacon in your watch.
You can run due east.
Someone will be by to
get you within 30 minutes!
You're coming with me, aren't you?
I like your watch.
May I see it?
Get up.
You can imagine what can happen
you in these mountains.
What are you gonna do to me?
Heh. That depends on the
President of the United States,
Or, as you call him,
Daddy.
Move.
Kendall.
When?
I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Put me up to speed.
Two hours ago, the
First Daughter's convoy
Was hit by militants in the
mountains near Ganzar province.
Approximately 30 minutes ago,
The White House received that via email.
Hello, Mr. President
and presumably members
Of the U.S. intelligence agencies.
You may call me Ulrika,
Though I assume you have
But I want you to say
hello to my new houseguest.
I will make you a simple offer.
My country is in disarray.
It's fractured.
We need a strong leader to unite it,
But I need your help.
I ask of the U.S.
To liberate my country
from its shackles,
Eliminate the rivals,
pretenders to the throne,
And install me as the
legitimate President.
You do this, and I will become
A very, very good friend to America.
You've got 48 hours from
the receipt of this email.
Do not play me for the fool.
If I see as much as one drone,
One G.I. footprint in the dirt,
Then I'll start mailing pieces of her
Back to you.
Ohh.
Even such grotesque things
Are of great value
To any number of America's enemies.
Holy f***.
Yeah, that about says it.
Tell me the President
Is nowhere near the Situation Room.
Oh, he wants blood,
But has recused himself.
Now, as far as the press is concerned,
routine medical procedure.
The good news is we've managed
To keep a lid on the kidnapping so far.
So what do we know about this woman?
She's one of five significant
warlords in the territory.
Now, we don't know her place of origin,
Date of birth or if
Ulrika's even her real name,
But we do know that she trusts no man
Except for her right
hand, Grigori Babishkova.
Their base of operations
It's a virtual fortress.
The locals call it "the Citadel. "
Frontal assault is out.
This isn't bin Laden's
condo in Abbottabad.
She'd be dead while we're still
Trying to kick in the front door.
Well, that leaves us
With a long shot, infiltration.
Now, the problem with that
is, other than Grigori,
She's completely paranoid about all men.
I mean, her psych evaluation says
That it's almost pathological,
unresolved paternal...
Daddy issues. Got it.
So she'd be doubly on guard
If some strange men started
knocking at her door.
What does she feel about women?
Oh, her hate is unisex.
And underestimates them.
Then that's who we go with.
Use her prejudice against her.
We don't have anyone, ma'am,
I mean, at least not qualified.
position on women in combat
Too soon for this one.
And our own people?
Anyone who could is too imbedded,
And, I mean, even if
we could get them out
or getting them killed,
We couldn't do it in time.
We just need to think
outside the box in this case.
Or more accurately...
Inside the Box.
Is that two weeks up already?
Pizza day.
I been waiting for today, Clay.
Me, too.
You only got two weeks in the hole,
But my girl's still stuck in infirmary,
Breathing through a goddamn tube.
I told her what would happen
If she didn't stop shaking me down.
You don't think you gotta pay me tribute
Like everybody else around here?
No.
And what was with the lackey?
You should have told me to my face.
Aw, Clay, you know I prefer
Talking about people behind they back.
I just wanted my goddamn pizza.
Thanks.
Cassandra Clay? What?
Here, kitty, kitty.
F*** off, Pignatelli. I'm working.
Don't worry.
I'll pay you every penny you're worth.
Kat Morgan?
Yeah.
Little privacy, please.
I'll be keeping an eye out on you.
Hey, pig face!
F***!
You'll do.
Mei-Lin Fong?
CIA?
Give me a moment.
Eww! What the hell?!
Nice trick.
Thank you.
Mona.
Raven.
I knew it was just a matter of time
Before you came crawling back.
Cutie-pie.
Office perk?
Surprise.
F***ing b*tch!
Ladies, I hope you excuse
the rough treatment,
But time is money.
Mae-Lin Fong, explosive
ordnance disposal,
Qualified multiengine pilot.
I also play piano.
Then you turned self-styled
techno-anarchist,
Blew up what you described at the trial
As a "crooked Wall Street bank. "
Sentenced to 15 years.
What does a Chinese girl
Know about making bombs, anyway?
Oh, the Chinese invented gunpowder.
Or did they not teach you that
In the trailer park, sugar tits?
Kathryn Morgan,
Marine-Corps-qualified scout sniper.
10 years for shooting
up your boyfriend's truck
While he and his mistress were in it.
Shocker.
Not that great of a job.
You missed.
If I wanted them dead,
I would have only needed two rounds.
I was just teaching that
cheap bastard a lesson.
Cassandra Clay, part
of the pilot program
To prove that women can serve in combat.
Ranger school, then Delta.
You were even given command
of your own little unit.
A real old G.I. Jane...
Until you lost half
your team in Afghanistan,
Attacked your C.O.
25 years for nearly killing him.
You broke his arm,
Broke his legs, one in four places,
Broke three ribs, which
resulted in puncturing his lung.
You squashed his eye socket.
Look, I can't take
credit for all of that.
He was also hit by a truck.
When you threw him into it.
And then at your court-martial,
Not one peep of why.
I couldn't recall.
Saving the best for last?
Raven.
I'm not gonna tell your real name,
Agency courtesy and all.
That, and I'd crush your f***ing throat.
You've seen everybody's dirty laundry.
I think it's time they see yours.
You see, Raven was one of us.
We taught her how to seduce and kill,
And she did it well, very well,
Until she started moonlighting
as a hit woman for hire.
Private sector paid good.
We might have turned our backs on that,
But then you killed one of ours.
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