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for us outside territorial waters.

If the mission gets compromised,

we're on our own.

Well, I'm used to that.

I ain't relying on them, anyway.

All right, let's go.

Let's go!

Clear. Come on!

Where are you going?

I thought you wasn't

gonna leave no man behind.

The saying goes, "I don't leave no

man behind that I give a sh*t about. "

Damn, Cody. What if there

was an ambush down there...

...and Fletcher isn't a double agent?

We'll never know, will we?

Give me Lehder. We got trouble.

We've got new coordinates for the

new landing zone closer to the coast.

And it's gonna be right about here.

Take them off.

Come on.

Don't worry, you'll get your chance.

Hey, you out on parole

or on the run?

Well, that's decision pending.

Are you feeling vengeful, girl?

Always.

Our new landing zone

should read "Starry Night. "

You hear? Starry Night.

You copy that?

Yeah, I copy. I'll be there.

Sir, it's from the Hawk.

It's coded.

Who the hell picked

a new landing zone? Harding.

We don't know yet, sir.

Had to be Cody or Fletcher.

- Admiral, are you aware of these?

- Of course I'm aware of them.

They're Cody's old

hard-assed Navy buddies.

That's who Cody wanted,

that's who we gave him.

The same team

he was in prison with.

- He was in prison?

- The Damascus?

We put Cody and his team

onto an allied sub...

...in order to board the

Damascus and to negotiate.

The Damascus was loaded with

explosives, enough to take out Oahu.

Another 9/11, except at sea.

Then Cody forced the captain

of the sub to torpedo the tanker.

- So he disobeyed orders.

- He disobeyed nothing.

Passengers or no passengers,

that tanker was lethal.

And he knew that before any of us.

Then the U.N. Got involved. They

raised the roof, called it a travesty.

Cody and his team were put away.

All political bullshit.

Now the question remains is,

what the hell is he up to now?

Gentlemen, this is Damita, one

of the best field ops in the business.

- Hey, girl, how are you doing?

- Been a long time, Cody. Too long.

You said the Americans

wouldn't send in another team.

And killing their ambassador

was your stupid idea!

Product tested.

The only gratification

a scientist ever receives.

Now another team

of Americans has landed.

I don't know where,

but they'll be coming here.

For that.

Our devices are portable...

...if you travel with the blueprints.

And they'll be coming here for you.

Plowden...

...I'm feeling threatened.

You know what happens

to you if I die?

Can't say I'm not curious.

How about you, Plowden?

Are you gonna let this man

push your family over the edge?

I'm not the war criminal here.

No, you're just an old soldier

who wants to rule his country.

And needs me to make sure

somebody somewhere is listening.

By the way...

...how much is America

offering for your head?

A little too late for that,

don't you think?

Considering my value now.

Oh, and if you're looking

for Americans, general...

...try walking the corridors.

At ease, soldier.

Cab's outside.

A little late, don't you think?

What about Sharpe

and the other prisoners?

Don't worry about them.

They're my Trojan horse.

Three men running a submarine?

You said you could

run this on your own.

- O'Hearn, engine room.

- I know, I know.

Jesus, this is all in Spanish.

Welcome to my world, se.

In case Cody's team turns up,

I've arranged for Hilan's army...

...to give them a welcome,

South American style.

She's got him.

All right, no noise or we're gonna have

The heat from the flames

sears their throats closed.

They can't even scream.

F***ing sorry about the splashes.

Alligator, I see some people change

in prison, but I don't think you do.

Sometimes change isn't

such a good thing, Cody.

Well, that's true.

Let's take this place.

O'Hearn, what's going on

down there? I need some power.

Okay, well, it's a f***ing antique.

There's some sick sh*t

up in here, Alligator.

Come on, hurry up.

Cody, we got trouble.

There's a f***ing army coming at us.

All right, Alligator, get

the prisoners out the cages.

- Get them in the sub.

- You got it.

You got 10 minutes, then get your

white ass out of here, you hear me?

Get these men down from here.

Good idea. Did you even think

they might be terrorists?

Just do it.

Doc, we need you in here right away.

Sh*t.

- I guess Lehder got away, huh?

- Get these men down from here.

Hilan.

Double-crossing son of a b*tch.

- Help me.

- F***ing hell.

Tell me you're Father Christmas.

- Help me.

- Sh*t.

Now I want some answers.

Hurry up, they're breaking through.

Go, go. Come on.

Move. Let's go.

Motherf***er!

F*** them.

Damita.

Here, catch.

Come on.

You all right?

Come on,

I ain't no f***ing babysitter.

- We're submerged.

- So are they.

Keys.

Who the f*** are these guys?

Henry, tell my boys to turn in their

weapons to the armory, you hear?

Okay. Yes, Lu.

You're not in South Central now.

Yours, please, Chief.

Chappell. Cheers.

You too, John Wayne.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- O'Hearn, give me flank speed.

We need to get this tub moving.

Cody, I need to talk to you.

Yes, ma'am. Chief?

Point this b*tch to international.

So tell me, what do you got?

You know what

our orders were, Cody.

Yes. And as far as I'm concerned,

it was mission accomplished.

We went in there, destroyed the base,

and took all the prisoners.

No, you didn't.

Lehder's still on the loose.

Well, that's no business of mine.

Well, it should be.

This is the reason

they wanted me to tag along.

Lucky Hilan wasn't the friend

Lehder thought he was.

What's on this?

It contains all the files

related to Lehder's work.

Take a look at it, see if you can

access it. It might explain a lot.

Don't lose it, it may be

the only thing that keeps you alive.

Then let's just hope

this don't kill both of us.

Just keep the data disk safe.

I wouldn't count on that pardon

if you lose it.

You ain't lying about that.

Hey, Luis.

Float that radio buoy.

On a ship full of scary guys, I think

us girls should be comparing notes.

- Ain't that right, Henry?

- Whatever.

Chance of a threesome, girls?

So, what are you really doing here?

That's classified information.

- You ever killed anyone?

- The day ain't over yet.

What, so you think you know how?

No. But I'm sure

you're gonna show me.

Well, here's my knife.

So why don't you try and stab me,

then we'll take turns.

Lesson one:
I don't like secrets.

Lesson two:

I've known Cody a long time.

My turn now.

Lesson three:

Don't judge a book by its cover.

And five years in the Marine Corps

doesn't hurt either.

Sir, sonar's picking up

sub movement.

Oberon class, twin screws...

...front and rear tubes, 25 clicks.

Let me guess. Point of departure,

drop point Bravo.

- Am I right?

- Yes, sir.

How is he?

If you need help,

I'll be in the engine room.

- You all right?

- Yes, sir.

- Something's not right.

- I know.

The drill is, it's not over

until they say so.

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