Dirty Angels

You would have thought one example would be enough for them.

Let's see if you can convince them.

Pick it up.

Now.

Don't leave them!

Stop!

Stop, you hear me?

Don't you leave them!

Get the fuck back down there, you hear me!

Stop!

No.

No!

I'm sorry, but he was really short.

I know, right!

You want to hear the latest?

Another proposal?

Now you're just bragging.

Our butcher came to my father

and offered him my weight in beef to marry his son.

Whoo!

So, like a dozen patties?

Exactly!

Wait, McDonald's for the reception?

Get me a Big Mac and I'll marry your butcher.

Oh!

That's why they call it a happy meal.

-And for fries? -For fries, I would--

Taliban.

ISIS.

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Fuck going down!

The roof.

Go, go, go!

Which one is the whore Durani's daughter?

Which one of you is the daughter of Camila Durani?

Traitor to her people.

She wasn't here today.

She called in sick.

They're going to come up here.

Car park. I can drive.

He's coming. He's coming.

You are the daughter of the whore

who forces learning on girls in defiance of the Prophet.

The Taliban at least read the Quran.

If you are ISIS, you know your founder couldn't even read his own name.

-So, I am speaking to an educated woman? -Yes, you are.

Well, I don't need to explain that there is a price to be paid for arrogance.

You fled here with your cowardly parents.

Look at you.

You could have made good wives

if her mother hadn't poisoned you.

No! No! No!

Stop!

No! No!

Stop! No!

Those girls who may be redeemed will be.

For the daughters of the American diplomats

and for those who are beyond redemption,

ten million dollars each

and the release of Sheik al-Shimali,

a holy man, imprisoned by the corrupt Taliban government.

Five days.

They're gonna kill us.

No, they won't. We're worth something.

Unlike my friends.

Weren't you the one who told them they'd be safe on the roof?

We all heard you.

-How did that work out? -Leave her alone.

-Okay? That wasn't her fault. -Really? Then ask her friends.

Halle, you're alive right now because your father is the ambassador

and our parents are deputy ministers.

But of course, if you ever got your nose out of that TikTok,

you'd know that America doesn't pay ransoms to terrorists.

So maybe wipe that smug look off your face

and realize that we're all pretty close to dying.

Or being given to ISIS fighters.

-What? -Look around.

They took maybe 50 girls from the school.

Where do you think they are right now?

Hmm?

-This being 1106-- -Let's hold that for a second.

Captain, you've been up my ass for a year and now you have your moment.

But before you humiliate yourself and the service,

I'm gonna give you one last chance to withdraw your complaint.

-With all respect, sir-- -Fuck your respect.

Warrant Officer Collins there flew into hostile territory and saved your life.

A mission that cost the lives of his fellow pilot and four Rangers,

wounding two others as he was almost shot out of the air.

And yet, you want him charged with cowardice.

Perhaps the colonel would understand if he watched his men be executed,

while Warrant Officer Collins chose safety over duty.

Safety?

You're right, Captain.

That must have been a terrible decision to make.

Maybe similar to one you made just a week before that.

Something some people think you should have been prosecuted for.

-Extenuating circumstances or not. -Yes, sir.

But you're willing for all that to come out again and risk prison yourself.

I'm willing to take responsibility for my actions.

He should as well.

Fine.

Me, I'm gonna wait until Monday.

Because I'm not in the mood to ruin my weekend.

We can go back on the record.

The session is adjourned at 1108.

Get the fuck out of here.

Tap out.

Tap out, fucker!

You tap out, bitch.

I heard you've been making friends.

Nice to see with my own eyes, though.

Fuck you, Travis.

It should be fuck you, sir,

but after that, I don't think I'll pick a fight.

I lost.

Yeah, he seems to be savoring his victory.

Hit the showers.

Can't talk to someone who smells like a horse.

I know why you're here.

-And you're not gonna stop me-- -From blowing your career?

Wouldn't waste my breath.

Shower. Seriously.

When?

I leave for D.C. in an hour.

Hopefully they know more than they did last night.

I got you a seat on a C-5 departing at 1600 hours from Wiesbaden.

You fly commercial from there.

This has nothing to do with the big brass' worry

that my testimony is gonna take the shine off the Army's glistening reputation.

It's a closed hearing.

Whatever you're gonna say is never gonna leave that room,

and you know it.

The only head on a pike outside on the gate is gonna be yours.

So you're here to save me from myself.

I won't say I could give a fuck,

as we both know that would be a lie.

But right now, I care more about them.

This is CIA bullshit.

Send in Delta.

We did, rescue mission three days ago.

No survivors.

So this CIA bullshit is the only hope these girls have of seeing next week.

We're going in as an international relief organization.

Has to be 60% women to be believable.

There are a lot of good Rangers.

And you'd be surprised how many are women.

International.

Some mercenaries from Kurd-fuckistan?

I'm sure they're the best of the best.

When you meet these two,

you can ask them how many kills they had in Ukraine.

Which side?

It's your choice.

I just figured you'd rather take out all that anger

on the guy who hacked up your team,

instead of the pilot who saved your life.

Maybe not.

I think we both know

the only person you want to see pay for that crime

is sitting across from me.

Canadian passport and ID.

I managed to find the one photo

where you didn't have a middle finger in front of your face.

So, you know I'm going?

Seven years and I still know almost nothing about you, Jake.

This would be the exception.

Jessica Rabbit?

Rabit.

It's a proud, proud French-Canadian name.

Miss Rabbit?

Rabit, one B.

Where's the car?

-Let me take your bag. -No. Car.

It would look bad. It is my job.

Thank you.

I was going to ask you if you have any relation to this famous--

She's a fucking cartoon. How would I be related to her?

But they draw someone, right?

-So maybe your mother-- -Car.

Car.

Sorry for my car. People drive crazy in Pakistan.

Holy shit!

See? Crazy!

No, no. No need.

I'm celebrating being alive.

You put that toward a nice coffin.

Thank you.

Jessica. Raquel.

Call me Rocky.

It's Jake.

Listen, I don't need names.

I won't remember either of yours

and they're probably just as real as Jessica Rabit.

So you want what? Numbers?

Functions.

Then mechanic, which is close enough.

We're this way.

This is someone's idea of a safe house?

The safest that's left.

I'm afraid Pakistan is no longer the friendliest of allies.