Second in Command

Until something happens...

my plan is to stay in this wonderful bar

of ours and get drunk.

The locals are torching your flag.

You know, we should film them.

When they burn something interesting

I will hit record.

- Like the new President?

- Amirev?

Amirev. The question is, will he last?

Well, he made it through the first week.

The people love him

and he won the election fair and square.

Our reluctant loser, Kirilov,

has other plans for Amirev.

Stop! IDs please.

I'm here to collect Commander Sam Keenan.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

So, nobody's going to the airport

to pick up your new Ambassador?

New second-in-command,

Deputy Ambassador...

ain't worth changing shirts for.

That's not who they're flying in today.

I've heard it's the new military attach.

Military attach, interesting

You know, word on the street is the militia

with Kirilov are planning a coup.

Amirev knows that he has

a serious insurgency problem on his hands.

He also knows that his army

simply isn't up to handling it.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Which is exactly why

Norland requested this guy.

He's the kind of guy you definitely want

on your team if you're expecting trouble.

And let's face it, the US are taking

this insurgency problem very seriously.

So, who is he?

His name is Keenan.

Commander Samuel Keenan. Navy SEAL.

He's the toughest guy I have ever met.

- Your bag, sir.

- Thank you.

- Sounds like you know him.

- Yeah.

Michelle and I embedded

with his team in El Basra.

She however got to know him

a little better than I did.

Sir.

Oh, not our super clean

Michelle "United World News" Whitman?

The very same.

Delta Four,

requesting clearance for take-off.

Michelle told me that he's coming

by the hotel before he starts work.

Lucky Miss Whitman.

- What's your name, Corporal?

- Butler, sir.

Do you know the Hotel Continental?

Sir, my orders were to take you

straight to the Embassy, sir.

Then on to the Presidential Palace.

But the hotel is kind of on the way.

In the opposite direction.

- Give me an hour, okay?

- Yes, sir.

Who is it?

How are you?

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

- Hey, man.

- Journalist scum!

Sh*t.

Sam.

Hey, buddy, stop.

- Go home, we don't want you here!

- We're press!

Foreigner news programs to leave!

- Out the door!

- I'll follow, I'll follow!

Get out of the way. You, get down.

- Sir, you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Get some ambulances, now.

- Yes, sir.

You, come on, let's get out of here.

Michelle, you better come with me.

You'll be safe at the Embassy.

- I'm a reporter, Sam.

- Like him.

You know where the phone is?

You, answer me.

You want to be next?

If we don't show the world

what's happening, who will?

Sam, you know me well enough by now.

Sir, Civil Guards are on their way.

You should not be here when they arrive.

Let's go.

Stay off the streets

and let me find out what's going on.

Don't worry, Sam, we'll be fine.

Michelle, I'll come back for you.

Jesus Christ, that's gotta be a bomb.

- What's there?

- It's the army barracks.

This country is supposed to be stable.

They just had elections.

Well, someone didn't like the result.

Move on.

Gunnery Sergeant Darnell.

Commander Sam Keenan.

Gunnery Sergeant.

Gunny will do just fine, sir.

- Nice town, huh?

- Sleepy.

It has its moments. Good to meet you, sir.

Commander Keenan. I'm Jennifer Lennard.

- Nice to meet you.

- Right this way, please.

Ambassador Norland

speaks very highly of you.

George? He's a good man.

I get the feeling this town

is going to need him more than ever.

He's right through here.

Sam, how are you, son?

Ambassador, sorry, I got delayed.

Our RSO, John Lydon.

Marine Detachment Commander

John Baldwin.

Our new military attach,

Commander Keenan.

Welcome to the deep end,

Commander Keenan.

Here's the top sheet.

A small cadre of insurgents, former military

and loyal to ex-president Kirilov...

are stirring up opposition

to the new president.

This man is their leader, Tavarov...

who obviously ordered the hit

on the journalists' hotel.

They're hardliners,

old school communist, violently anti-US.

But mainly street corner show boaters,

until now.

- Comrade Tavarov.

- It's time, now.

- Luca.

- Sir.

Move in.

You sure you're all right to do this?

Your boyfriend was pretty insistent

that we stay out of trouble.

Well, trouble has a way of finding me.

How do you think I met him

in the first place?

This place is about to blow, you can feel it.

Come on.

Ambassador.

Frank Gaines. CIA Station Chief.

Our new military attach,

Commander Keenan.

They still call you B.C.?

What do you mean?

Well, you go to a hotel, a half hour later

we have a body count of eight.

- Frank, Sam is on our side.

- So were those dead reporters.

Now, what's your intel on the gunmen

and the bombers?

Well, we have one major explosion

and three smaller blasts.

My contacts report roving bands of militia,

maybe as many as 500.

They've taken out

the military barracks here...

and the Civil Guard HQ here.

They've shot up US business interests too.

We have unconfirmed American casualties.

What about the rest of the army?

President Amirev sent General Borgov...

to take out what we thought

was a militia base camp.

Satellite pictures show

he's turned back from the mountains...

so I'd say five hours, minimum.

I'll give you three to one on Amirev

swinging from a rope by midnight.

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