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- Where are you going?
- Give me one minute!

Shit.

You! Come here! Come here!

Jackpot!

Open this door!

It doesn't open on this side!

Well, it doesn't open from here either!

I've brought some toys
for us.

Move away!

Get it.

We're on.

Fire in the hole.

It won’t just be 20 after us now.

Our own regime...

Our own regime was too scared to act.
We're not.

And now we have the codes we need.

Clear.

- Scott, switch.
- Yeah.

Clear.

- Mike?
- Yeah?

Where's Li-Na?

Gotta be another way out of here.

- I got Nina!
- I'm going after Li-Na!

Move.

- You all right?
- I'm all right.

Don't kill him. We need him alive.

You need him alive.

I'll keep him alive.

A quick death's too good for him.

Oh, shit!

I'm okay. Go!

Yes, ma'am. RV later.

Helmet off! Get the helmet off!

All right.

Shit.

I saved you a spot.

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You know,
you've got the wrong men.

You let the right ones get past you,
you stupid asshole.

Asshole?

Yeah.

I didn't even say anything, he did.

Sorry, mate.

Who are you?

Why did you rob this bank?

All right, I didn't rob the bank.

We're nobody.

Oh, come now. Everybody is somebody.

I wonder what we will find when
I run your picture through our database.

Turn around, now.

I really hate having my picture taken.

It's nothing personal.

Yeah, we love the cops.

And we're not stealing this.

Those photos, Mike. We're in the system.

We'll burn that bridge when we get to it.
What about Nina?

She's all right. She had it under control.

Let's go get a lecture from Locke.

Shit.

It is everything you wanted.

You are somewhere else.

I was just thinking of home.

And now we will never see it again.

You miss it.

I miss what it should have been.

I miss what it will become
should we be successful.

We couldn't have stayed there any longer.

I know.

Just...

Driving here,

I saw people drinking coffee
together, shopping.

Blissfully unaware
of the chaotic world around them.

You want that to be us.

Don't you?

We made a choice when we left Korea,

to change the country,
to stop the rot and decay.

Yes, I wish we had more time to be...

To be normal. But we made a choice.

You and me together.

No matter what.

What the hell is that?
We're supposed to be low-key.

Yeah, we just borrowed it.

Yeah, we don't do low-key very well.

Well, you better learn quick, Scott.
We're on a very tight leash here.

So, we know all Li-Na was after
was a notebook.

And my little friend here
wants to tell you all about it.

Don't you, Ivan?

It was just symbols in it.

Korean.

Some kind of code.

- And?
- And...

Li-Na needed some kid,

some egghead, to try and crack it.

You know what this kid looks like?

All the details you need.
Ivan has been very cooperative.

Please, begging you,

man-to-man, don't leave me with her.

You've no idea what she's going to do to me.

Yeah, I do.

You know what?

Screw you, and screw the bitch.

Screw you.

That's no way to talk about a lady.

You are handing him over to the FSB?

Yes. Eventually.

Take care, guys.

And next time you're in trouble,

call someone else.

How much longer?

That depends

whether you want it done quickly,

or you want it done right.

I was hoping for both.

I'm building you something unique,

something nobody has ever perfected before.

Do you know why?
Because it's near impossible.

Everything has to be perfectly balanced,
from the reflector to the lenses.

And believe me,
when you're transporting this across country,

you'll be glad I erred on the side of caution.

It has never concerned you, has it?

The deaths, the injuries
that your devices cause.

Aren't we both in the same business?

I'm fighting for a cause.

Those that fall are sacrifices
towards a better future.

There's no joy in it.

But your main interest seems
to begin and end with money.

No.

My only interest is the work.
Money is security.

Means the buyer's serious,

and I don't have my security compromised.

And I also won't have people like Philip Locke
knocking on my door.

You know him from
your time in Northern Ireland?

Well, for Philip Locke
I'm the man in the window,

the uninvited guest in the shadows.

He doesn't see
the strange beauty in what I do.

Death and destruction is never beautiful.

Our actions have costs.

It's never something I take lightly.

Yeah, well, you could say
the wiring's a bit faulty.

Something doesn't quite fit.

You're an idealist.

To me, that's even stranger.

You believe in people.

To me, they're

incomplete.

Speaking of which,

I can't move any further
without the vital component.

The Tin Man needs a heart, as it were.

We shall get it soon.

Here we are.

- That it?
- That's us.

Yeah, boss, everything
looks clear from the outside.

Okay, just this once,
try and proceed with caution.

We need to extract the decoder
and find out what's in this notebook

that's so important to Li-Na.

What I'm trying to say is,
please, don't get him killed.

Fuck. All right, let's go.

Idiot.

Kid, cookie?

No. Gluten intolerant.

Excuse me,
you know where an ice machine is?

- Down! Put it down! Put it down!
- No!

Put it down!

You know, if we're here, we've already
got to your boss, Myshkin, right?

It's all over.

Look, this is a one-time offer.

Drop the gun and take a walk.
It's your choice.

Don't put that gun up.

- Put it down! Fuck!
- Shit!

You're the kid?

Yeah. You're the kid.

Pack your stuff, you're coming with us.

- Come on.
- You just shot those people.

Well, it was self-defense.
We didn't shoot them all, anyway.

We're the good guys.

Good guys?
No one was shooting before you got here!

- Yeah, that happens a lot.
- Let's go.

No. No, not this way, not this way!

- Shit.
- Go, go.

Come here.

Hey, kid, you got a fear of heights?

Acrophobia. That's a fear of heights.

You got a fear of shutting your mouth?

Sedatephobia. That's a fear of silence.

Fuck it!

There you go.

All right, let's move.
You think you can make that?

Yeah. You?

Yeah. What about the kid?

My name is Matthius,
and no, I can't, obviously.

I mean, the power-to-weight ratio,
it's not enough...

Shut up! You'll be fine.

All right, your turn, let's go.

- I really can't.
- Scott!

Kid, it's like Donkey Kong.

You're jumping from level to level.

You've played Donkey Kong, yeah?

Donkey Kong? How old are you?

This clearly isn't a game. I'm not jumping.

You're not gonna jump,
you're not gonna need this.

- What? No, no! Wait! No!
- There you go.

You want that back? Go get it.

There you go, buddy!

- Nice.
- Come on.

So, we're gonna go across there.

Like Donkey Kong. Level up or down.
Move back.

- Scott, hurry up.
- Yeah, I know.

Guys.

- Or we're going in there.
- Go, go, go!

Shit.

Clear, Mike!

Come here.

Get in, get in!

Boss, we have the kid and his intel.

Hey, kid, you have your phone?

- What?
- Give me your phone.

I'm gonna call someone.

Thanks. That's a great one.

What? No! That's not insured, man!

Well, I'll buy you a new one.

You all right back there, kid?

The normal resting heart rate for an adult is
between 60 and 100 beats per minute.

I'm way over that.

Just try and relax.

Hey. Breathe. Just breathe.

You're gonna be fine. You're safe now.

We work for the British government.

British. Oh.

Where'd they find you?

Uh, I'm at university.

They needed someone to break a cipher.
They just took me.

So you're a hacker.

What? No. Please. I'm a cryptanalyst.

I decipher codes,

complex interlocking
structures whose very nature

conceal their true identity
from the mind's eye.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, kid.

Did you break a code?

I managed three so far.

What do they say?

I don't know, it is in Korean.

I don't do languages. I mean...

If you can speak English and German,
then what the fuck is the point?

And I don't buy all this "Mandarin is the
language of the future" bullshit, either.

All right, all right.

My task was to crack the codes
and send them on. That's what I did.

So, you decoded and sent
three of the codes, yeah?

How many more were there?

Nine. 12 in total.

Right, then.
We need you to decode the rest for us.

We also need the details
on where you sent them.

Then I need somewhere proper to work.
I get carsick.

And he's not a very good driver.

I've been saying that
for years.

Li-Na, the decoder is gone.

Taken by 20.

We need the rest of those names.

I know. I'll get him back.
You have the first three?

Yes. We have the one we need now.

Tin Man will get his heart.

We must find him.

Huh?

Come!

I'm just gonna get this.

Hello, this is Heo.

It is happening.

The average laptop has twice as many
germs on it as a toilet seat.

E. coli, Staphylococcus bacteria.

Wanna start work?

Do you get paid much in the army?

No.

Not nearly enough.

Yeah, we've got him working
on the rest of the codes right now.

I'm not sure how long it's gonna take him.
He's a little uptight.

Any idea about the three we sent through?

Well, it's definitely in Korean.
It's a list of names.

Just running searches on them now.

I'm gonna forward you the email
he was sending them to.

Good. I'll run a trace on the IP address.

See if it leads us to Li-Na.

All right, and send the other decodes
as soon as you get them.

Yeah, Roger that.

You wanna have
some coffee with your sugar?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

How are things going?

The cipher changes itself from line to line,
so I'm currently analyzing

the cryptographic algorithm itself
in order to be able to...

Good or bad. That's all you need to say.

You're quite an angry person.

No, I'm not. Not normally.

- Well, he does have a point.
- Really? You're siding with the kid?

I'm not siding with him.

It's just the first thing he's said today
that I actually understand.

- Can you understand that?
- Yes, I can.

That's your penis.

No, it's a fucking finger.

The middle finger represents the penis,
while the two curled fingers on either side

are the genitals.

It's similar to how a monkey copulates
with his enemies to show dominance.

- You finished?
- I like him. I do.

You wanna get back to work, now?

I don't blame you for being angry.

Must be a difficult time
for men in your line of work.

Technology is taking over.

Drones, cyber warfare.

The average teenager could do more
damage in 20 minutes with a mobile phone

than a soldier like you could do in a week.

I can do a lot of damage in 20 seconds
if you keep pushing it, kid.

Toilet break.

Oi, Oi, sit down.

Sorry.

Keep working on the codes, please.

This has been very upsetting for me.

Today I saw people getting killed.

- And now you are physically intimidating me.
- Just... Just...

I did not choose this.

Look, I know. I know you're scared.

You're in a shitty situation.

Look, I've got a kid myself.

He's a little younger than you.
Just trust me.

We're not gonna let
anything happen, all right?

So...

Fine. I'll finish decoding the names
when I get back.

I will need to urinate now, though.

Way too much information.

Wow.

You can thank your lucky stars
that Finn didn't turn out like that.

Yeah. I would have left him in Korea.

How's he doing, mate? ls he okay?

Yeah, he's good. He's back with his mom.

- Does she know?
- No.

And luckily enough, he's not gonna tell her.
I hope.

You know, weirdly, Mike,
nearly getting killed together

sort of brought us together.

Maybe you should try that with Matthius.

- How did he know that they were names?
- What?

Locke told me the encrypted
codes came out as names.

If he doesn't know languages, how does
he know they were names? The little shit.

- Locked.
- No shit.

- Scott.
- The little shit.

- Mike? Right.
- Yep.

Kid, hey.

Just wait. Stop.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Guys, I can't do this!

Don't be sorry, just stop.

I can't be who you want me to be.
I gotta get home!

My mother is going to be
so worried about me!

Enough of your bullshit about your mom!

What are you gonna do?

Stop. Stop.

Oh, man. You are the dumbest fuck I ever met.

Come on, man!

We both know you're not gonna shoot me!

Really?

What took you so long?

Shit!

Ah, bollocks!

He let the air out of the tires.

Little shit!

Fuck.

I can't believe he shot me.
There's blood and everything.

The names.

I left my laptop. Deleted everything from it.

You don't have the translated codes?

Give me a pen and paper.

In there.

Is this the way to the hospital?

You've memorized them?

Don't insult my intelligence.
This was child's play.

And by the way, those Russian guys
you had guarding me, useless.

One of them practically
rolled over and gave up.

I'd look into my employment
practices if I were you.

You talk too much. It concerns me.

Can we go to the hospital now, please?

I don't want this to get infected.

No, no, no!

Better.

- Where is he?
- Scott.

- Go, boss!
- Let's go.

So, while you two were busy
losing the source,

I made some progress on the names we got.

One of them works here in Vienna.

- And?
- And I think they're Office 39 sleeper agents.

And, if I'm right, that
is very bad news indeed,

because one of them is Heo Gil Rae,

senior scientist at the International Nuclear
Research Organization.

Second scan for confirmation.

Move out in five.

Route 17-C.

So, put the pieces together,

we have Li-Na. We have Oppenheimer,

a man whose skills at constructing explosives
are second to none.

And a possible sleeper agent
with access to nuclear material.

Exactly.

So, she's building a fucking nuke.

This intel just came in
from the calls I've put out.

An unscheduled convoy carrying
nuclear materials just left the INRO

15 minutes ago.

The convoy's destination is
a lab at Wolkersdorf.

This is the route it follows.

You think Li-Na's going to try and intercept?

Mmm-hmm. And I think you should
get there first.

CCTV's just caught it
crossing the motorway at Erdberg.

Get ahead of it and apprehend it.

And stay on comms. I'll be out.

I ran a trace on the address
Matthius was sending the emails to.

Why? Did you get something?

Yeah, I triangulated the location.

It's a construction site

owned by our little
Russian friend, Ivan Myshkin.

Yeah.

Go! Go! Go!

I'm sorry.

I need the other key.

It is necessary.

That's them. That's them.

Boss, we see the convoy.

It's been hit. They've taken heavy fire.
We're going in hot.

Yeah, copy that, Michael.

Do not let them gain access to the material.

Stay on comms.

Shit!

There's no door here!

Move!

What do you mean, there's no fucking door?

There's no fucking door, that's what I mean!

- The right side!
- Moving!

Scott, move!

Fuck!

Armored! Ha!

Let's get out of here.

Fuck you guys!

Shit!

Get us out of here, mate!

Turn around.

Ah.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, Philip, I know who you are.

I'd also like to point out the fact that
I'm an unarmed man.

Did you kill my son?

Put the gun away, and then we'll talk.

No.

No, you don't get to tell me what to do.

You answer the question. You stand still!

Did you kill my son?

The car, the bomb,

it was you, wasn't it?

I swear to God, if you don't tell me...

I... I want to. And I Will.

But Jesus Christ, Philip, you're asking
all the wrong questions.

What even makes you think it was me?

It was that phrase.

"For your sins"?

God, I could never shake that phrase.

Changed everything else,
but I could never shake that phrase.

That's what five bloody years
of seminary school does for you.

I don't know what it is
about the Catholic Church

that attracts sadists and psychopaths.

Mind you,
you could say the same about the army.

No, just stop the games and...

I said stand still. You don't move! You...

Hands where I can see them.

Look at me.

Did you kill my son?

You're asking all the wrong...

Did you?

Philip, I set the charge,
I pushed the button,

but it wasn't about your family.

Don't you understand?

"For your sins."

It was about you.

You were the one I was meant to kill,
to keep my cover intact.

Your cover?

My name is Christopher Desmond.

I worked for the British, same as you.

The British government
sanctioned my murder?

I don't believe you.

Except that you do.

Because you've been asking yourself,
why doesn't he exist?

Why are there no files, no records?

Why is there no trace of his existence, hmm?

Who'd be able to do such a thing?

And why,

if not to cover up the fact that they tried
to murder one of their own?

The next one's in your head.

Who ordered my murder?

- I don't know.
- Who?

Brilliant.
SCOTT; What?

I think we've got company.
Coming up on our six.

It's Kwon.

The fucker won't quit.

- Get out of my way!
- Move!

- Shit!
- Try and keep it on the road, mate.

No backseat driving today, bud.

- Okay, fine. I'll leave.
- Yes.

Shit!

He's coming up
on your right-hand side, Scott!

- Mikey, hold on!
- Go, go, go!

You wanna stop me? Cop that!

Ha!

Scott, they're closing in!

Hey, hey!

Move!

You! It was you!

You killed my son!

I was the weapon.

Somebody else chose the target.
Somebody else aimed.

Oh, right. What, and this?

And this! And that! And that!

What, this nuclear bomb, huh?

That's not your responsibility either?

For the death, the suffering?

What do you care now?

I never stopped caring.

Still desperately struggling to hold on
to this identity you've created, huh?

Boys with sticks for guns

running around the woods,
the absolute game.

It's not a game. I'm a soldier.

Trying to save the world,
one corpse at a time.

Be who you really are. You're a killer.

Your bombs killed innocent
men, women and children.

My own son.

You just put two bullets into that man there
without breaking sweat.

Was he not somebody else's son, too?

And now you've left your team in the field
to settle a personal score with me.

- Scott, what's that?
- I'm hearing it.

- What is that?
- I think we're stopping, Mike.

Bollocks! Come on!

There's nothing I can do,
Mikey, we're stopping.

That's the difference
between you and me.

I've accepted my nature.

That I was different. Yeah.

When other men shied away
from the fire and the noise,

I sought it out.

And you're the same, Philip.

Any other man would've been broken,

broken after what it did to the people
he cared for, to the people he loved.

I'm not staying here. We gotta stop them.

No, you'll be dead before
your feet hit the ground.

Get in!

You'll get shot to pieces out there!
Come here!

Or cooked alive in here! Jesus Christ!

But not us.

No, we use that pain and that misery as fuel,

and as a justification
for our obscene acts of inhumanity.

They're opening the back. Shit.

- The nuclear material.
- I can't get through that door.

Jesus Christ!

Shit!

You don't know anything about me.

I know that the British government
saw you as nothing,

a pawn to be flicked off the table

to let the more important pieces
remain in play, like me.

- Fuck.
- Shit.

I know you didn't quit when your son died.

Yeah? You didn't even pause for reflection.

No, no, no!

Let's move, bud, let's get out of here!

Fuck!

Go, go, go!

You don't get to talk about him,

not my Anthony.

Not after what you did.

You don't get to say that.

Why didn't you walk away, huh?

Huh?

Any normal man would have.

After the damage he saw that it did
to his wife, to his children.

Why did you keep going?

I had a job to do.

Nah. 'Cause you wanted revenge.

With every pull of the trigger,
there's some sense of justification,

some sense of vindication.

I know who I am.

And I know who I am.

I am a soldier, and I have a mission.

Where is Li-Na going?

What does it matter now?

I killed your son.
You're not gonna let me walk out of here.

Either way, I won't get to see it,
my greatest creation.

You're not a murderer, Philip.

But you're the exception.

You are the one I cross the line for.

No, you're a good man.

- You killed my son.
- No, you're a good man.

You killed my son.

- You killed my son.
- You're a good man.

Hey, boss.

His papers. All his notes.

His environmental considerations.

Heat, time of year, indoors, outdoors.

He was thorough.

- Geneva.
- Yes. It's where he was researching.

There's other considerations, but...

You think this is where Li-Na is headed?

I gave him the chance to talk,
but he wouldn't speak.

Yeah. We understand, boss.

Oh, no, no, no.

If you think a superior officer is lying,
then you call him out on it.

Something doesn't ring true, never obey.

Never blindly obey.

We said we understood, boss.

We didn't say we believed you.

So, Li-Na is headed to Geneva
with a nuclear bomb.

Straight to the United Nations.

So, whatever she's planning, this is it.

This is where it ends.

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