All right, listen up. Location confirmed.
Target painted.
And here come our guests. Right on time.
First mouse is in the house.
And that's Hazradahni. ID confirmed.
Both mouses in the house.
- What? - Shouldn't that be mice?
- No. Yeah, but it doesn't rhyme. - Mouses?
- Just go with it. - Stand by for go.
Red. Yellow.
Green. Drone on its way.
Thirty seconds to impact.
- No! - Maddie, stop!
- We can't let him die. - It's just a dog.
- The boy. - Oh.
- With the kite. - There's a kite?
Todd, he couldn't be more than ten years old.
Er, that's pretty good innings for around here.
- Plus there's overpopulation. - I've got to save him.
- But then what? - What do you mean "then what"?
- I look after him. - A kid?
- That's what you said about the kitten. - It had feline influenza.
Maddie, seriously, $2.50 a week and he writes you a letter once a year.
- No, Todd. - Loose change at the end of every flight.
- Ten seconds till impact. - I don't have time to discuss this.
Are you okay?
No! You've just blown up half my village!
That's okay, no need to thank me.
A thousand curses on you and your people!
Come on, let's get out of here.
- Shit. - What's wrong?
- He stole my wallet. - Ah, the little... Ah, we got his kite.
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Unauthorised and illegal incursion on sovereign territory.
We don't need to hear from some bleeding heart blog site.
The UN International Court of Justice.
- Exactly. - It was a targeted strike.
Thanks to us, that terrorist cell has now been destroyed.
Along with a hospital, two schools, and the local Scout hall.
- Semi-targeted strike. - The puppy survived.
Anyway, leave me to deal with the UN.
We've got more important things to worry about.
- What's up, Chief? - Take a listen to this message
we recently intercepted.
Hear this. The unbelievers will burn
in the hellfire of Armageddon.
- Sounds like a jihadist group. - Or climate change activists.
We suspect it's come from this man.
- Ah. - Samir Al-Qasim.
He heads up an organisation called Ghazi Ul-huq Qarmeer.
- Shall I get an Arabic dictionary? - I'll get you a tissue?
- The Warriors of Destruction. - Exactly.
Wait a minute. You speak Arabic?
- Mmm, it's a long story. - Oh!
- Sorry, no time. - What?
- Oh, you're kidding. - Just a bit more.
Al-Qasim is ranked as the number one terrorist leader in the world.
- According to who? - I think it's peer voted.
- Yeah, you can't argue with that. - Every intelligence agency
has been trying to track this madman down.
But so far, no one's been able to get close to him.
He always seems to be one step ahead of us.
- Any chance there could be a leak? - It's possible. I've been
liaising with my counterparts at Interpol, the Pentagon,
- MI5, the Yakuza, but no one seems... - The Yakuza?
- Japanese underworld organisation. - Is it?
- Might've found that leak. - Anyway, we think we might finally have
come up with a way of nailing Al-Qasim. Meet Abdul Al-Shari.
According to our intel, Al-Shari and Al-Qasim have one thing in common.
- They don't believe in shaving? - No.
- They're both called Al? - They both belong to
- the Warriors of Destruction. - Exactly.
Al-Shari heads up the organisation in Yemen.
So, Al-Shari is Al-Qasim's lieutenant.
Yeah, I think it's more of a franchise arrangement. Anyway, we've
recently had a tip off that Al-Shari is due to meet with Al-Qasim.
- Ah. So, what you're saying is... - Exactly.
- Exactly what? - If we find Al-Shari,
he can lead us to Al-Qasim.
- Who can then lead us to Al. - Okay, but how do we find Al-Shari?
Allow me to answer.
But before I say anything more, I think we need to go to Sec Level Nine.
- Nine? - Really?
What the... What's that, tinted glass?
- Chief, have you got those briefing notes? - Oh, shit. Sophie!
Ah, you're kidding me.
- Ah, here you go, Chief. - Yep, here we go back.
- Hey, why don't we just stop at four? - Maybe three.
For the past few months, we've been monitoring emails
between Al-Shari and these two men, Mr Blake and Mr Mortenson.
- First names? - Al?
Tyson Blake and James Mortenson.
- Agents? - Double agents.
- But then they turned again. - Making them triple agents.
Or just agents, depending on how you do your math...
Blake and Mortenson are ex- Army "security consultants,"
now working in the "private sector."
Al-Shari's paranoid about being killed
and he's wanting "professional bodyguards."
These guys have agreed to take on the job.
- Where are they now? - In a federal prison.
Ah. "Prison."
- No, it's actually a prison. - Oh.
- On charges of aiding a known terrorist. - Hmm... "Terrorist."
- No. Terrorist. - Okay.
But Al-Shari doesn't know that. And what's more,
he's never met Blake or Mortenson in person.
"Person"? No?
- Okay, so what you're saying is... - Exactly.
- Yeah. Still finish. - We could head over there and pose as these guys.
- Let the director finish. - I've finished.
- Okay. - We need you to win Al-Shari's trust
and hopefully convince him to lead us to Al-Qasim.
Needless to say, this is a covert operation.
Black in, black out.
As for this meeting, it never took place. I was never here.
- We never spoke. - So, take it off my Facebook feed?
I'm not sure I can sign you off for this mission.
- Come on, Doc, just tick the form. - Shards from a Russian 9mm round.
- Yeah, tough day at the office. - Nicked spleen, lacerations of the chest,
- abdomen and back. - All in the line of duty.
- Wasn't that at the Christmas party? - Work related.
Trampoline dodgeball, we play it pretty hard.
- There's more. - Huh.
- Severe head trauma. Internal bruising. - Yep. Uh-huh.
History of bed wetting.
Yeah, don't have to read the entire medical record.
No, no, I really don't think I can pass you as fit.
Oh, come on, Doc. As a favour?
- When I get back I'll buy you a drink. - I'm a teetotaller.
- We'll go out for a steak. - I'm vegan.
Just head back to your place then?
- I have a husband. - Could he sign the form?
- Very well then, I will sign your form. - Guys! Listen to this.
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- Who is it? - Al-Shari.
He does a weekly radio broadcast from Yemen for the Warriors of Destruction.
- Broadcast? - Sounds like the usual jihadist rhetoric.
Mixed with traffic reports
- and adult contemporary pop. - Oh.
- Nice. - Kwong, can you get a location?
We've traced the transmitter to here. The Bashabar Hotel.
What do we know about this place?
Give me some on-the-ground intel.
"We had our honeymoon here and the rooms were very comfortable."
- Is that TripAdvisor? - They're pretty accurate.
- We need hard facts. - Booking.com?
- Not deals. - Wow, 40% off!
- And kids eat free. - Just remember, folks,
this is one of the most dangerous, lawless places in the world.
- It's gonna be a tough assignment. - That's why you'll have backup.
- What? - VJ and I are going with you.
Maddie, VJ, it's too dangerous.
Hey, I've done three tours of the Middle East.
- Food tours. - Self-guided.
And I speak Arabic.
Guys, we've just intercepted an email from Al-Shari.
- I thought he was on air. - Must be a song break.
- What's he say? - Maddie?
Um, "Dear Mr Blake and Mortenson, I look forward to
meeting you here tomorrow. Please confirm."
- How do you want to respond? - Like this.
- What did you write? - I know a little bit.
- God is great. - No, you didn't.
- Yeah. Allahu Akbar. - You wrote Aloha Akbar.
- God is Hawaiian? - He'll get the general idea.
Come on, let's go.
Hey, welcome back. It's another beautiful day
in downtown Sana'a.
You're listening to the Warriors of Destruction hour of power.
Let's kick off with the Doobie Brotherhood.
Where to, my friends?
- The Bashabar Hotel. - Ah, most wonderful choice.
We had our honeymoon there and the rooms were most spacious.
- Yeah, yet you only gave it three stars. - Limited Wi-Fi.
Uh, hello, we have reservations.
- Mr Blake and Mr Mortenson. - Allow me to check.
A double room for one night, is that correct, sir?
- I guess so. - Smoking or premium smoking?
- What's the difference? - Bigger ashtrays.
- Oh, er, smoking. - Okay.
I think I've got all the information I need, passport numbers, credit card.
- Fine. - Are you still suffering from bed wetting?
Sorry, who sent you this... I think you've been over briefed.
- Oh, and this just arrived for you. - Ah.
What is it, Todd?
Name of a tea house across the road.
Guess that's where we're meeting Al-Shari.
- It could be a trap. - Gotta chance it.
Okay, just confirm your aliases. Todd, you are...
Tyson Blake, Western Security consultant.
- And Zac, who are you? - Zac.
- No, what's your cover? - Oh.
- Al? - No.
- Al-Zac? - James Mortenson.
- Sorry, Todd? Who? - Tyson.
- Here, take this. - What is it?
GPS tracking device. Turn it on when you're moving.
- Three clicks if you need help. - Got it.
Have these people never heard of chairs?
- I've got a cramp. - Me too.
Guys, two o'clock. Looks like we've got company.
Man with a beard.
Yeah, might need to narrow it down a little.
- Mr Blake and Mr Mortenson, I presume. - No.
- Sorry? - Yes! It's you!
- Oh, er, yes. It's us, I presume. - Welcome to my country.
Thank you, it's very... smoke filled.
It is good to meet you at last, my friends.
So, you are both security experts?
- Best in the business. - A man in my position has many enemies.
- I need men I can trust. - That's us.
Men who would be willing to take a bullet for me.
- Yeah, sure. - To lay down their lives
- in order to partake... - Yeah, obviously a few terms
and conditions we need to hammer out, but in principle, yes.
Come. We must leave immediately.
- Yeah, where are we going? - A-ha! Be patient, my brother.
- In time, Allah will reveal all. - Ah, Allah.
Speaking of your brothers, how is yours?
- Samir? Ah, he's well. - Good. Yes.
- He around here anywhere? - Samir is with me in spirit all the time.
Great. But somewhere where you could point to on a map?
GPS coordinates? Pin drop?
- Let us go. I have a car waiting outside. - Great. Just point?
Personal tracking device activated.
- What was that? - I didn't hear anything, you, James?
- Who? No, I didn't hear anything, Todd. - You.
- Tyson. See? None of us heard anything. - Who?
Apart from that tracking device.
Yeah, like you said, let's get moving, shall we?
In the direction of your brother.
I must apologise for the blindfolds.
But we cannot afford for anyone to know our destination.
- I understand, sir. - Not you.
I trust it is not too uncomfortable?
It's fine. Yeah, so where exactly are we heading?
- All in good time, my friend. - Yeah, okay.
Zac, I can feel sun on my left shoulder.
Means we're heading north. Slight incline.
- Could be travelling into the hills. - Todd.
- Yep? Oh. - I'm over here.
- Jesus! Don't you honk at me. - Come on, VJ, they're getting away.
It's not my fault, it's this shitty rental.
But you did stop to go shopping.
- Did you see those rug prices? - We can't afford to lose them, VJ.
- Talk to me, Kwong. - Just processing the GPS data now.
- Did you guys stop at a rug shop? - Eighty percent off.
- Where are they? - You're about three clicks behind them.
Looks like they're heading south of the city.
That's where the Warriors of Destruction are rumoured to have their headquarters.
Hopefully, Al-Shari is planning to meet up with his brother.
Still no sign of them, Kwong.
You'll need to take a shortcut through the souk.
- What's that? - Marketplace.
So they've got rugs.
Welcome to our headquarters. What do you think?
You ever considered artificial lawn? Or sprinklers?
I mean from a security standpoint.
- Ah. - As experts.
Okay. Good walls to the north, perimeter well protected.
In my professional opinion, if an attack was to be made,
it would come from that direction.
- Sniper! - Where? What?
_
My friends, barely a few minutes here,
and already you have truly proved your worth.
Just doing our job.
Argh. Oh.
- Are you hurt, my friend? - No, it's just...
not used to kissing anyone with a beard.
- What about that time in Cairo? - That was a dare.
Let this be a lesson to you all.
There are many who wish to harm us,
but the Warriors of Destruction fear no man.
All together now!
♪ Fight, fight, fight ♪
- # For the red and the black # - No, no, no, that's...
not our theme song, our motto.
- Oh. - "Death to the infidel."
Indeed.
- Now can we sing? - All right.
♪ Fight, fight, fight... ♪
Again, a thousand apologies. Come. Let us go inside.
You must freshen up after your lengthy journey.
And your brother is, uh... nearby?
Ah... So this is their headquarters all right.
- But still no sign of Al-Qasim. - It's my guess he'll be here.
In the meantime, we need to stay alert.
Not let on to anyone that we're Western agents.
- What is it you're not letting on? - What?
- Oh, uh... Nothing. - My name is Makhani.
Why hello there, Makhani.
- Makhani. - Yeah.
So you are my brother's new bodyguard?
That is correct, ma... ma'am.
- Oh, please call me Makhani. - Yeah, I would if I could.
- You got a nickname? - Al?
Oh, the evening grows cold.
- Yeah, yeah. - As the wise man says,
"The camel seeks warmth not in water."
Yeah, not one of his better ones.
Do you mind if I lean against you for warmth?
What... er, yeah. A little forward. Uh, sure.
- I think you're the camel. - Hmm...
Zac, why don't you grab us all something to eat?
- I'm not hungry. - Yeah, but Mankini might want some.
- Makhani. - Yep. She might want something.
- Yeah, I'll go get some dates. - Good thinking.
- And a couple of beers? - Yeah, wouldn't start there.
- Ashtray? - Why, you are so strong.
Well, you know what the wise man said.
- No, what? - Oh, now he dries up.
Oh, well, I'm sure he's got something camel-related about strength?
Yeah... Whoo, hang on.
Looks like we've found the Warriors of Destruction headquarters.
Clear overwatch, well dispersed, machine gun has good field of fire.
No one's getting into that compound without a fight.
- Is that a side gate? - Could be a trap.
These guys look like they know what they're doing.
- Hang on. - What can you see, VJ?
It's Todd. He's got his arm around some woman.
You are kidding me.
- Oh, Mr Blake. - Oh... Miss Macarena.
- Makhani. - Yeah, I was about to say that.
Ah, in your arms, I feel so safe.
- Hmm? - Nothing can harm me.
- Yeah... - What is going on here?
- Er... - Makhani!
- How did he get that? - Enough. Inside.
- Makhani... - I must apologise for my sister.
She is often somewhat, how would you say...
- Up for it? - Headstrong.
- Yeah, well, she's young, independent... - She is due to be married
to an elderly farmer in the next village.
- But in the meantime... - Gap year?
...she remains under my protective watch.
If any man so much as looks in her direction, he shall be shot.
- Ah. - Got some dates for us.
Hey, did you get to first base with the girl?
- Yeah, that's fine. - I think she likes you.
No she doesn't. She didn't. She's with the farmer.
- Lovely story. - Ah, Hakeem.
I feel safer with you both at my back.
Together we will achieve great things.
- Soon my brother will be here. - Ah, Samir?
Yes, he may grace us with his presence.
- And estimated time of arrival? - And then the world will
truly come to know the power of the Warriors of Destruction.
- Yep. - But enough talk of business.
Come, let us celebrate your arrival with
- a feast fit for honoured guests. - Ah, lovely. And Samir?
Okay, girls, what have you got?
Couple of scarves, a pewter camel.
- In terms of the mission. - Sorry.
We're in position. Eyes on the prize.
- And the package? - Negative.
- But the target is in sight. - I thought the package was the target.
- Nah. The package is the prize. - So what's the target?
- Al-Shari. - Who is inside?
Nah, but he's in position.
Is there someone else I can talk to?
- Hey, Chief. - Maddie, I need a sit rep.
We're at the Warriors headquarters.
- Todd and Zac are inside with Al-Shari. - Any sign of Al-Qasim?
- Yet to make an appearance. - Copy that.
As soon as you confirm Al-Qasim's presence,
- I want you all out of there. - Roger that.
- Over and out. - Bye-bye!
- As a wise man once said... - Here we go.
"A life of plenty is a life filled with fine food...
- Yeah. - sweet tea...
...and the breath of a thousand virgins upon one's cheek."
- They're actually getting longer. - It didn't involve camels, though.
This is where the 140-character limit helps.
What more could a man ask for?
- Chairs? - Couple of beers?
You mentioned something before about the world
will come to know the power of the Warriors of Destruction?
- Of course. - What exactly were you talking about?
You ask too many questions, my friend.
- One? - Yeah, but you asked it twice.
- Well... - Sounds a bit suspicious.
Zac.
- Chief? We've got a problem. - What is it?
Just intercepted this email from Al-Qasim to his brother.
- Can you translate it? - Sure.
My God, their cover's been blown! What's the next bit say?
"Please consider the environment before printing this email."
Get me the girls.
- Chief? What is it? - Bad news.
We've just intercepted an email from Al-Qasim.
- We've been compromised. - What?!
He knows Todd and Zac are agents.
Then why let them into the compound?
Maybe Al-Shari doesn't know yet. Or maybe it's a trap.
Two Western agents, that's quite a propaganda tool.
- What do we do? - Abort mission. Repeat, abort mission.
You two need to get out of there.
- We can't do that. - I'm getting some silk pants altered.
- What about the boys? - You can't help them.
Get out of there now. That's an order.
No can do, Chief. We're not leaving without Todd and Zac.
- But, Maddie... - Sorry, Chief.
- We've got to rescue them. - But the Chief said to get out.
I don't care what that heartless old bastard said.
I'm still here.
We've got to get a message to them. But how?
Well, well, well, it appears we have some unexpected entertainment.
Ah... ladies, a little encouragement.
Todd, it's us.
What?
Maddie and VJ!
- Can I have my fifty bucks back? - We need to tell you something.
- Your cover's been blown. - What?
Al-Qasim knows you're undercover agents.
You're kidding. What about Al-Shari?
Well, well, well. I just received this from my brother. Read it.
- "Please consider the environment..." - You are Western agents!
Everybody out. Now!
Not so fast.
- Oh, we're just following orders. - You said, "Now."
Enough games. My brother Samir will soon be here.
- Oh, now he gets here. - And then you will learn
the wrath of the Warriors of Destruction.
Until then... you know what to do.
- # Fight, fight, fight... # - No! Not that song.
- Lock them up. - Then the song?
Again, what is it with you people and no chairs?
You have been most keen to meet my brother, Al-Qasim.
- Well, now you will have the pleasure. - Ah.
- No. The "pleasure" is all mine. - Oh, not this again.
Who are you? What organisation do you work for?
Interpol? CIA? Yakuza?
Give us the names of the other agents working in this country.
So, you refuse to answer. Very brave.
- I forgot the question. - Still brave.
Very well. We may have to provide a little "inducement" then.
- Can we stop it with the air quotes? - You just did one.
Yeah, but to illustrate the point about "inducement."
Frightening, no?
- But we are not going to kill you... - Oh, good.
- ...yet. - Those pauses don't help.
- First, we have a "task" for you both. - Excuse me, boss.
- What is it? - Uh, you set fire to the flag.
Fix it!
- Where was I? - Some sort of task?
Of course. Yeah, of course.
We wish for you to record a message to our foreign adversaries.
Is the camera ready?
- Yes, sir. - Microphone?
- Just need to do release forms. - Come on.
- Huh? Macaroni! - My little sister, what do you want?
- I heard smoke alarm. - Er, it is fine. This is men's business.
These men have insulted me. They have insulted our family.
Leave us alone so I may "avenge" our honour.
- She is headstrong. - And up for it.
Very well.
We shall be waiting outside, listening for their screams.
- Now, Midori... - Makhani.
Yeah, yeah. You with the torch.
Wait. Think about it.
- Oh! - Go!
- Escape while you still can. - But what about you?
- Take me with you. - Er, you sure?
What about your husband in the next village?
- He's an 87-year-old goat herder. - Oh, owns his own business.
I wish to live in a free country.
Yeah, we... Okay, sure.
- Where you shall help me find a new life. - Yep.
- A job. A house. - Yeah. Yeah, a flat.
- With a garden full of trees. - See, you're a first-home buyer.
- Free tertiary education. - You might have to put a pin in that.
- Todd, I think we should get moving. - Yeah, let's move.
- You stay here. - I'm coming with you.
- There's that headstrong... - You promised.
Yep, sort of.
_
Oh, my God, Moccona's been shot.
- Makhani. - Yeah, well you're shot.
- That's the point. - One more thing...
Is this about the house? 'Cause we've got a big waiting list on public housing.
- As a wise man once said... - I hope this is short.
"A tree begins with a seed."
- Yeah, sure. Little off topic... - Todd. Watch out!
Ha! You are finished now, my Western friends.
Prepare to die.
- You okay? - We are now.
And you said you wouldn't need help.
Well, it takes a big man to admit when he's wrong.
- And? - And what?
- It's Al-Qasim! He's getting away. - And he's got my rug!
- Todd! - We need authority.
Onto it.
- Hurry up! - Maddie!
For general enquiries, press one.
For emergency assistance, press two.
For drone strike authorisation, press three.
Chief! We need that authority.
- Authority granted. - Green light, Todd.
Target painted.
Mouse is in the house.
- He's in a car. - Yeah, all right.
Uh-huh. Thank you, sir.
Excellent. That was the director.
- Good news. - My rugs?
- Safely through customs. - And the Warriors of Destruction?
Thanks to your efforts, they've been shut down.
Yemen is now a much safer country.
Yeah, coming off a fairly low bar.
Terrorist leader Samir Al-Qasim will never again trouble the world.
What about his brother, Al-Shari?
- Presumed dead. - Although we never did find his body.
Trust me, Maddie. That's the last the West
will be hearing of Abdul Al-Shari.
Welcome to our country, sir.
Just a small problem with your arrivals form.
You haven't filled in "purpose of visit."
- Vengeance. - What?
- I mean, uh... pleasure. - Oh, okay then. Through you go.
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