Nate: Can't get much worse than this. Yes, it can. How about that? Okay, time to get out of this aquarium.
Man: [Arabic 00:52]. See you in hell, habibi.
Nate: Ah, no. Crazy son-of-a-bitch. Get out of here. How convenient. How's it going?
Elena: All right, all right, yeah. Yeah, I understand. Can you call me if anything changes? Oh my God. I've got to go. Nate.
Nate: Hey. Thought this was frowned upon.
Elena: Shut up. I really thought you were gone this time.
Elena: Are you okay?
Nate: Is Sully...
Elena: He's alive.
Nate: Thank God.
Elena: But they've got him.
Nate: What? Where?
Elena: They're in a convoy, headed into the desert.
Nate: We've got to go.
Elena: Whoa. No. No, it's not...It's not that simple. Come on. They've got at least two days' head start on us. So we'll never catch up.
Nate: We've got to try.
Elena: Listen, I've got a plan, but we're only going to get one shot at this.
Elena: They're loading up a cargo plane at the airport. They're going to make a supply drop to the convoy.
Nate: We've got to be on that plane.
Nate: You do realize that means parachuting in, right?
Elena: We've done it before.
Nate: Not well. Okay, I could really use a glass of water and then we ought to get going.
Elena: No, no, no, no. My contact at the airport says that the plane isn't taking off until dawn. In the meantime, just try to get a couple hours' sleep.
Nate: I don't think that's a good idea.
Elena: Come on, all right. He'll call if anything changes.
Nate: You were really going to do all this on your own, huh?
Elena: For Sully, yeah.
Nate: I like the way you think.
Elena: I know.
Nate: No, I mean that's...
Elena: I know what you mean.
Nate: I'm sorry.
Elena: I know.