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Local police are taking two

white females to a Myanmar prison.

What if we can't extract them?

They've got the Intel
with the nuke location.

I have a contingency.

Move!

- Intel?
- Destroyed.

Boss said there might be
another way to find the nukes.

Bloody hope so!

Package location, Zaza's
riverside compound.

I'm sorry, but this is work.

Ahh!

Ms. Gillespie, I need you

to take me all the way to Zaza himself.

Ahh!

Sergeant Wyatt?

Pavel, what the hell are you doing here?

Trying to finish Katrina's job for her.

Contact!

I got the nukes!

Mission priority, move them out.

Sergeant Wyatt, you did
not need to help me.

Listen, I don't think I'm gonna
make it back home this time.

When this call ends, you
are going to tell me

everything about this operation.

No, when this call ends,
you will salute me.

Cheers, bro.

Please tell me you didn't just

drop a shot into your beer.

It's called a boilermaker.

It's called a cry for help.

I mean, we all like whiskey and beer,

just maybe not at the same time.

- Samuel Wyatt.
- Madison Avary.

Nice to meet you.

A beer and a shot, please?

On me.

Sure you can afford that
on your soldier's salary?

And what makes you think I'm military?

The little things.

The way you carry yourself. Your hair.

And the fact that you have
your duffel at your feet.

Ah.

Right.

No, this isn't right.

I didn't...

I didn't have a beard when I met you.

Not that first time.

Low midline penetration.

Nine millimeter Parabellum,
straight through.

Avoiding all major organs,
but you're losing blood.

Oh, baby.

I don't think you're gonna make it.

There he is.

Need a drink?

Yeah, I'll take a beer.

You'll take a water.

You almost bled out, mate.

We got you to a Myanmar
military hospital.

Pavel?

No trace.

Was Zarkova in on it?

I don't know. I was about to ask her.

Then Pavel shot me in the stomach

and kicked me out of a truck.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do
you think you're going?

Back to work.

Mate.

You nearly died.

Yeah, I let Pavel get
away with the nukes.

Hell, I even saved his life.

And I trusted Zarkova.

We all screwed up on this.

Exactly.

So I gotta get back to work.

You're not serious?

Whatever Pavel does with those nukes,

that's on us.

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- Should you be up?
- We already tried that, Ches'.

Do you know where Pavel is?

Uh, I'm not even sure we know who he is.

None of his military
records can be verified.

From the looks of it, the man
known as "Pavel Kuragin"

didn't even exist until three years ago.

So the guy's, what? A fake?

- A cover story?
- I believe so.

While searching for Intel
on Pavel, I found this.

2016.

MI6 had surveillance

on an FSB training camp in Borodino.

Every shot of Pavel

has him training with the same man.

Facial recognition gives a 92% match

to Roman Lesnitsky.

Low-level FSB analyst.

He could be the key to
what Pavel is planning.

Do we know where Lesnitsky is now?

Well, this is where it gets good.

Four weeks ago, he contacted
Western intelligence agencies

looking to defect.

The boss is on the phone
to Whitehall as we speak.

I understand.

No, believe me, I do, but, respectfully,

there is more at stake here than...

I have every confidence we can...

Yes.

Yes, very well.

Pavel?

Pavel!

Are they up to speed?

Okay.

Lesnitsky wouldn't offer
any Intel up front,

so he's been marked low priority.

Currently, he's holed up
in an apartment complex

in Saratov, Russia.

I told Whitehall we'd be
happy to extract him.

Sorry, they've sanctioned
a move into Russia?

Usual caveats.

Covert, no weapons.

But, sir, if we're discovered,

that's an international incident.

So we don't get discovered.
In and out in 24 hours.

Let's find out what Lesnitsky knows

about Pavel and Kingfisher.

McAllister, Novin, on me.

- We leave in an hour.
- Copy that, boss.

Wyatt, you stay here with Chetri.

Is Russia cold?

Russia's gonna be cold, innit?

Boss.

I'm good to go.

This was just a lucky shot.

The only luck shot's the
one that misses, Sergeant.

Plus, we need you match fit for
whatever Pavel's planning.

No Russian, not until all of this

is over and we are out of the country.

You are avoiding the question.

Yes, I am.

My name doesn't matter anymore.

I gave it up with almost
everything else in my life.

"Almost everything"?

My brother, Gregory.

He was a pacifist.

He hated me for joining the army,

hated everything I stood for.

He lost his job due to
sanctions from the West.

Had to borrow money to buy the pills

to end his own life.

Coward to the very end.

Refusing to fight back.

Our people deserve better.

Just not our team.

Did they not deserve to go home?

I had my orders.

But...

maybe...

I could have done things differently.

Mm.

Maybe I could have done it my own way.

Okay, just like Alpha group training.

Move fast, move hard.

Police inbound.

ETA 90 seconds.

Katrina!

Don't stop!

30 seconds!

Move.

Hello, Zero. This is Zero Alpha.

Radio check, over.

Yeah, this is Zero. We got you.

Shit, I'm Zero.

I don't want to be Zero.

Rest up.

I've got this.

No, I'll rest up when
the team get back safe.

It's no wonder you want
to get out of here

and get out and see some real action.

Heard you got a kill.

First one?

You okay?

Couldn't sleep.

Just...

Kept seeing it in my head,

over and over.

Yeah, it's the one that stays with you.

Target's on the third floor.

Apartment 303.

Roman Lesnitsky? Colonel
Alexander Coltrane.

Here to extract you as arranged.

How do I know you're
not here to kill me?

Because you're still alive.

- You are British?
- Yep.

What the hell is this?

Stanikbrovska. Very popular.

It's not even loaded.

I don't believe in guns anymore.

Well, they definitely exist, mate,

and they're definitely better with ammo.

You asked for extraction.
We're extracting you.

Grab some things and move out.

Now!

Now you're in a hurry, eh?

Weeks. Weeks I've been waiting.

Jumping at fucking shadows.

Every time I try to contact
one of your agencies,

I run the risk of Russia
eavesdropping on me,

finding me.

But no, none of you think
my Intel will be worth it.

Well, we know otherwise.

We wanna hear all about Kingfisher.

Kingfisher is why I am running.

You're scared of him?

Kingfisher is a project, not a person.

And I am the grand designer.

"Project"? A project for what?

After Crimea, Ukraine...

Russian economy hemorrhaged $600 billion

thanks to your sanctions.

20 million people forced
below poverty line.

Kingfisher was covert response
to this act of terrorism

by Europe and America.

We could no longer look to the West,

so we looked east.

That's all very poetic.
What the fuck does it mean?

You will get your defection debrief

once I have been defected.

What about Pavel Kuragin?

You know too much.

Pavel was tasked with
carrying out my plan.

Pavel is the reason I am running.

So you're scared of him.

No, Colonel.

Terrified.

The man that he is...

and the lines he will
not hesitate to cross.

Now, can I please have
my fucking cigarettes?

Excuse me?

On the phone an hour ago. I
told you to bring me some.

None of our people have contacted you

within the last hour.

No, I told you.

Could have been a Russian fishing trip.

Yeah, well, if it was,
they'll know where he is

and they'll be after him.

Mac, you take point. Novin, rear.

Lesnitsky, on me. Let's move.

What was that?

Bravo?

Zero, we seem to have lost power.

See if you can't find out why.

Copy that.

Novin, on me.

Get back.

Got eyes, Mac.

Mac, your 1:00. Dead on.

Target down.

Any more?

Lower stairs on your 6:00. Lower stairs.

Target down.

Going to you.

2:00.

- Target down.
- We clear?

This was a mistake.

They will kill anyone who
knows about Kingfisher.

Quiet.

More tangos incoming.

- Where?
- Hold on.

Shit, they're on our floor.

Boss? We need to get moving.

Zero, we need tango locations now.

Not picking up anything.

Working to get the main
power grid back online.

Mac, here.

Zero, moving out now.

Come on. Come on.

Mains power back online now.

Nods up.

- Clear!
- Clear.

Clear.

Drop it!

You brought these people down upon me.

If I go with you, I
spend my life in fear.

We can protect you.

They've got backup incoming.

I am not leaving without the Intel.

Boss, we get caught in Russia,
situation like this...

I'm aware of the fucking
situation, Sergeant!

Kingfisher.

Hassan Ahmed.

The final piece of the puzzle.

Pavel will be looking for him.

No, no, I need more!

Then you will have to shoot me.

They're gonna be on us,
boss. We gotta get moving.

Op's done. Move out.

Bravo, sit-rep.

Clear.

Alpha One ran, but we have a name.

"Hassan Ahmed."

Find out everything about
him as quick as you can.

Copy that.

This is the man Lesnitsky mentioned.

Hassan Ahmed.

Founder of a radical Jihadist group,

"Alssayf Alddima."

Believed to be behind
a number of bombings

across Indonesia in the early 2000s.

And where is he now? Prison?

He was, for ten years.

Released eight months ago

under a controversial
deradicalization program.

His case was a political hot potato

between the government and
military hard-liners,

who'd rather he never
saw the light of day.

What's he been doing since?

Gardening.

Is that some new military slang?

No, it's exactly what it sounds like.

Flowers and shit?

Flowers and shit, yes.

Planting and tending alongside
his nephew, Taufik.

It seems that Hassan has
embraced the peaceful life.

Indonesian intelligence barely bother

with surveillance on him anymore.

And yet, according to Lesnitsky,

he's the final piece of this plan.

Right.

A Russian black op,
downing their own plane,

steal their own warhead, to, what?

Make a suitcase nuke and arm

some washed-up green-fingered terrorist?

That's if Lesnitsky's telling the truth.

I mean, last time I trusted a Russian,

it didn't work out so well.

How the hell did it work
out for you, Novin?

Okay, sure.

I thought Zarkova was on the level.

I mean, she even had my
back a few times, right?

But I'm over it. She'll pay.

- Oh, you're over it.
- We all got fucked, Wyatt.

And it wasn't enjoyable.

We're all on the same side here.

Just so happens that I got fucked

by a nine mil to the stomach, though.

Yeah, and we dragged you
out of the riverside.

Blood everywhere. You nearly died on us.

Yeah, I nearly died.

Yeah, and if they go after one of us,

they come after all of us.

Mac sat by your bedside all night

hoping you'd pull through.

It wasn't all night.

I popped in, popped out.

- Popped back in again.
- We took a risk.

It backfired.

That buck stops with me.

So we got to Hassan before Pavel.

He's the thread that can
unravel this whole thing.

We get a hit on his phone, Chetters?

- Hassan doesn't own a phone.
- Of course he doesn't.

His nephew, Taufik, however...
I have his number.

And the moment he makes a call,
I can triangulate his location.

Wherever Hassan goes,
Taufik isn't far behind.

I need you all mobile.

I want you reacting as soon as
that phone call comes through.

Wyatt.

I'm good to go, boss.

Hassan is a hall-of-famer.

You need boots on the ground.

I'm good.

Let's go.

Keep an eye on him.

You are nervous.

We are two days late,

and Hassan did stress a cash payment.

But you still think this will work?

This is the part of
Lesnitsky's grand scheme

I had issues with.

Don't be fooled by appearances.

In his day, he was as
brutal as they come.

Hassan is not happy.

This is not what Hassan has asked for.

It is what we have.

Well, Hassan feels like
you do not respect him.

Has he had an accident?

Just something that means he is unable

to speak for himself?

Katrina.

I apologize.

I've considered your proposal,

and I reject it.

But we already had an agreement.

Well, Hassan has changed his mind.

And he does not believe

that Russia truly supports his cause.

Well, of course we do
not support his cause.

We are using him.

There are things we wish
to do, but we cannot

for fear of reprisals
against our nation.

But you?

Well, we have an expression.

"Blame it on the wolf.

It can bear anything."

And why would I want to be your wolf?

Because you are Hassan Ahmed.

Your name struck fear

into the hearts of the infidel...

mm, ten years ago...

before you got soft

and weak in prison.

Is that all you have?

Look at the complete
lack of fear in my eyes.

You do this for us,

and your name will be
carved into history.

A hundred years from now,
they will still talk

of Hassan Ahmed and all that he did.

We are what you have been waiting for.

Maybe you are a gift...

sent to me.

Maybe...

I can be the wolf.

Then we still have much to discuss.

Got a hit on Taufik's phone.

It'll be an approximate location.

On arrival, you'll need to
track them down on foot.

Copy that, Zero.

Get on it as quick as you can.

Oh, man. Signal's dead as.

Any landmarks on there?

Well, there's an old farm settlement

2 miles due south.

Buildings, road access.

All right, let's have a butcher's.

Zero, we're heading due south.

Looking for target location.

Copy that.

You good?

Oh, yeah, I'm good.

So, what, operating at
20%, 30% efficiency?

Hey, an American 30 is, like, what?

British 90?

Not even gonna dignify that
with a comeback, dickhead.

The device is in the
Odyssey Future Mall.

Once armed, give yourself
30 minutes to clear.

And while I doubt you will
meet with any opposition,

it might be wise to
post men here and here.

I can organize my own men.

Of course. You are Hassan Ahmed.

I meant no disrespect.

Zero, have eyes on tango, one sentry.

Alpha Two must be inside.

Proceed. Extract him.

Copy.

The Indonesian authorities

all right with us doing this?

Eyes on Hassan.

Bravo Three's caught in the open.

Sorry, Zero.

Gotta go loud.

Copy that.

Bravo One, they're heading to you.

This is a setup!

No, no, no. They are here for me.

Stick to the plan. I'll cover.

Sam.

Pav.

Guess we're on a
first-name basis now, huh?

Lower your weapon.

You are in no condition to fight.

That's 'cause some asshole shot me.

I had orders.

You were in the way.

Oh, this?

This wasn't about orders.

This was about all those times
that we came to your hotel,

or your apartment,

made you do our work.

We humiliated you.

No.

You humiliated Pavel.

Still you.

Yeah, you shot me.

And you left me there for dead.

But I want you to know that
I can still kick your ass

any day of the week.

You don't know me at all, Sergeant.

Eyes on Zarkova!

Where the hell is Wyatt?

Go! Go, go, go!

Go, go!

Fuck me!

We're pinned down!

Alpha Two going mobile!

Move, kid!

- Moving!
- Covering!

Pushing!

Zarkova!

Hello.

Did you miss us?

It is hard to miss you
when you will not go away!

Gotcha.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the
fuck have you lot come as?

Okay, okay!

What's it like, Sergeant?

Lying there by the road.

Death coming for you.

Fuck you.

Zero, we're being grabbed
by local military.

How the hell did we not know

that the Indonesian
Military was in the area?

I don't know, sir.

Why didn't you carry
weapons into Russia?

Because we only had certain permissions!

We never had permission to go there.

There's no way Whitehall
would have sanctioned a move

onto Russian soil that quickly.

Do the Indonesian authorities
know we're here?

Look, I had to make a decision.

You've taken the team rogue.

You've not even told them.

When was the last time we had
permission to do anything?

Section was shuttered after Myanmar,

the raid on Zaza's compound.

We're closed down?

Technically.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

To their careers? To their lives? To me?

You gonna report this in?

I have to.

I have a responsibility.

In the meantime,

keep tracking Hassan.

The stakes are too high.

I need to get to the team.

Okay?

Thank you.

Well, this is awkward.

Nah, I think it's great.

Spend some quality time together.

Clear the air.

You all right, mate?

That fucker kept targeting the wound.

Oh, you would have done the same.

Every step of the way,

you would have done the same as us.

Hey, we don't care that
you got the nukes,

that you're arming Hassan,
carrying out Lesnitsky's plan.

Yeah.

We knew about all that.

But Wyatt made sure you got out alive.

Soldier to soldier.

And you shot him.

So, yeah, mission comes first.

But that's the part we won't forgive.

Yes. Thank you, Sergeant...

for making me almost throw
up inside of my mouth.

- You fucking prick.
- No, no, go on, please.

Give me more sentimental bullshit

about how valuable

some military industrial pawn is.

Korea, Vietnam,

Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan.

Yet you punish us for
going into a country

that was our own.

How about you?

How do you feel about all this?

I told you, you are not my army.

No, we're not.

Sorry, mate, I don't think
we've got introduced properly

with all that
gun-pointing-in-the-face shit.

Colonel Aldo.

Indonesian Armed Forces.

And you, you still maintain

you're private military?

It's not us you should
be worried about, mate.

Hassan Ahmed.

We think he's planning
some kind of attack.

I'm aware of Hassan. That's
why we're in the area.

Well, these two are working with him.

Pavel Kuragin, Katrina Zarkova.

Russian Alpha group, assholes.

Oh.

Good-bye, old friends.

Colonel, we're willing to
share all the Intel we have.

It's all right. Military
compound processing.

We'll get this sorted.

No, man. It's not an arrest.

I understand what they're saying.

They're taking us to get executed.

Zero Alpha, I'm going mobile.

Tracking Hassan.

I did a bit of training

in these parts a few years back.

Picked up some of the
language, you know?

Mostly the bad words.

Isn't that "son of a..."

Incoming!

Brace!

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's go.

- Fucking hell, boss.
- Sorry about that.

I was going for a PIT
maneuver. Little rusty.

I should have stayed in
the fucking hospital.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Now, I'm not really up
on Indonesian Military,

but I'm pretty sure summary execution

isn't part of normal policy.

- Who was the CO?
- Uh, Colonel Aldo.

Squad Komodo, anti-terror team.

Disbanded three years ago.

They look pretty fucking active to me.

All right?

Yeah.

So is Colonel Aldo working with Pavel?

I don't know, but Chetri's gone mobile.

She's tracking Hassan.

Wyatt, Novin, you back her up.

McAllister, you're with me.

We're going to be asking
the Indonesian Commander,

a General Duanto, about
Aldo and his men.

What do you need me for?

Duanto might be a little resistant

to our presence here.

I may have misled you about

how solid our permissions have been.

- Cool.
- I always just assume

we're in the wrong place
at the wrong time, anyway.

You understand what I'm saying?

- Uh-huh.
- I've taken us off-books.

Illegal ops.

Yeah, we understand, boss.

If you think it's the right
thing to do, we're good.

Vehicle incoming.

Hostile, tactical support onboard.

That thing will tear us apart!

Down!

Boss, throw us a grenade!

The hell's he doing?

Bloody showoff.

It's all right! I'm good!

I meant that to happen!

Son of a bitch.

Bravo?

Zero, copy.

I'm in central Jakarta.

I have eyes on Alpha Two.

Ground floor, Odyssey Future Mall.

Zero, come in.

Zero Alpha,

I don't know if you can hear me, but...

I have eyes on a suitcase nuke.

If I get a shot at Hassan...

I'm gonna take it.

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