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REPORTER:
Two gunmen have been shot dead

after they opened fire
in a shopping center,

-killing more than...
-As many as Bü,üüü residents

of the city have fled their
homes to escape the shooting...

REPORTER: Oovernment forces
in the southern Philippines

have Iaunched an offensive
against rebels,

as fighting escalates
in this part

of Asia's Iargest
Catholic country.

REPORTER: A national day of
mourning in the Philippines

after 44 police commandos
were killed in the Iine of duty

when an anti-terror operation
went wrong.

REPORTER:
2üü heavily armed separatists

from the
National Liberation Pront

attacked the city
of zamboanga...

REPORTER: The officers from
the police special action force

were killed during an operation

to capture one of
the most wanted terrorists.

REPORTER:
Philippine authorities now say

the toll in yesterday's
hotel bombing

has risen to 1 46 dead
and 231 wounded.

It is the most devastating
terrorist attack in Asia

in ten years
and the worst ever in Manila.

While no organization has taken
responsibility for the blast,

western intelligence sources
have identified chemical traces

that are the hallmark
of the infamous arms dealer

Aamir Sarkawi.

International security experts
say the Sarkawi family

is now instigating violence
in remote capitals

to foster instability and thus

fuel massive arms sales
around the globe.

(people chattering)

There he is.

-Kamran.
-Raza.

Did Philippine intelligence
track you?

Okay.

Pather.

(chuckles softly)

You did well.

KAMRAN : Thank you. we need to
discuss Major Oeneral Rahman.

It's your sister's wedding.

I'm sorry. This can't wait.

I think your ISI officer
was compromised.

Kamran, all Pakistani
intelligence officers

are compromised.

One of our Afghani friends

discovered a Oerman SND agent
in his circle.

And?

That particular general won't
be very useful to us anymore.

He's been eliminated.

Thought you might want to know.

Don't forget his family.

Vengeance must always be
profound and absolute.

(Iively music playing)

(whispers):
I'm so happy.

So am I.

I'm very happy.

Oreat to see you.
Oreat to see you.

(Iively music continues)

(phone whooshes)

(electronic clicking, beeping)

(indistinct
military radio chatter)

Pentagon just received
target confirmation

from MI6 ground asset.

You're clear to execute.

MAN (over radio):
Tango, alpha.

(Iively music continues)

(rocket whooshing)

(explosion)

(wind whistling softly)

Hell of a presidential race,
sir.

Every day, the same damn joke.

Seriously?

The hell they make you out of?

Sourbon and poor choices.

You pick a name yet?

Uh, we were thinking Senjamin
if it was a boy.

Really?

Hell no!

(Iaughs)

If it's a girl, maybe.

Voight...

you want to run over him
for me?

Selieve me, sir, we've tried.

(panting)

Saby?

Sabe?

(sighs, sniffs)

Mm.

What?

Little problem in the nursery.

AII right,
so six cameras, right?

One, two, three,
four, five, six.

-What, is that too much?
-Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, it's too much.
I thought that.

They're baby gifts
from the guys.

I'II take them down.

AII we need
is one baby monitor.

One baby monitor.

Right. Okay.

-And a Kevlar mattress.
-And a Kevlar mattress.

Come here.

(growls playfully)

-Unhand me.
-Never.

And guess who just got
the next week off?

Oh, don't toy with me,
young man'

'cause there will be
consequences.

No, no, we're finishing
this nursery.

I can't believe
it's taken me this Iong.

(gasps softly)

Paint samples.

-What?
-Yeah.

Oh, I got to show you these
amazing paint samples.

-Can I get a shower first?
-Ood, yes!

(groans)

(sighs)

(phone rings in distance)

Sir, Speaker of the House
is waiting.

And the Senate Majority Leader
would Iike five of your time.

Oh, um...

-I'II take him first.
-Hmm.

When is Trumbull getting back?

The vice president has
three more days of vacation,

and insinuated
considerable violence

-if he heard my voice
before then. -(chuckles)

Yeah, never get between
that man and a fish.

Sir, I got your son
on video chat.

Excellent.

He had his first date
Iast night.

Mr. President,
you need to take this, sir.

Sir, Speaker of the House?

You need to take this now, sir.

(Asher sighs)

This is the president.

(sighs)

Okay.

Thank you.

REPORTER (voice-over): Sources
confirmed that Prime Minister

James wilson has died
while sleeping in his residence

-at 1 ü Downing Street.
-(phone ringing)

He is believed to have
suffered a heart attack,

possibly from complications
after a surgical procedure

to repair his knee
a day earlier.

An autopsy has been scheduled
within the next 4B hours

to determine
the actual cause of death.

It's the white House.

It's okay.

My mom can come over.

(bells tolling)

(siren wailing in distance)

What we are proposing is
that the funeral takes place

this Thursday, the ninth,
4:üü p.m. at St. Paul's.

The confirmed attendees
are all world Ieaders,

with the Ione exception
of the Russian president.

Well, no Iove Iost there.

Our Royal Pamily will attend
a private service

at St. James's Palace
the morning of,

with 2B other heads of state
from all over the globe.

As per foreign royals,
Prince AIbert of Monaco,

Oueen Rania of Jordan,
Saudi Prince Muqrin.

Yes, it's a Iogistical
nightmare.

Sut Iet's make sure
this runs without a hitch.

Ouestions?

And what special requests

have the Yank circus
demanded so far?

Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders
part of the retinue possibly?

-(Iaughter) -That's a request
I could Iive with.

I'm partial
to the Kardashians myself,

-as apparently is Her Majesty.
-(Iaughter)

1 9 special requests
from 1 2 different countries.

We've denied all of them.

Any issues of special concern
with our current assessments?

We all know about the 35ü or so
Sritish nationals

who've traveled back and forth
to Syria in the past year,

as we've seen before
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Of rising concern is

the handful we believe
to be former military.

Is any of this actionable?

No.

Very well.

Then we will see off our dear
friend James with dignity.

Oive him the ceremony
he deserves.

Sir?

-Are you ready for us?
-Oh. Yeah, come on in.

Take a seat.

(Sanning clears throat)

What are you guys
so damn nervous about?

The Srits are world-class.

We all know their reputation.

Sut, still,
these are the trips I hate.

Last minute, out of the
country, no time to plan.

Are you sure
I can't talk you out of this?

Lynne, it's a state funeral.

It's our oldest,
strongest ally.

I spent half the night on
the Iine with our advance team.

Metropolitan police
will secure the perimeter

of the funeral
at St. Paul's Cathedral.

Air Porce One will Iand
at Stansted Airport.

On the ground, it's all Mike.

Touchdown,

then a 1 2-minute chopper ride
to Somerset House.

Prom there, we take
an armored-vehicle escort

down PIeet Street
to the cathedral.

You don't seem thrilled.

Sritish have their hands full.

It's a clusterfuck... sir.

Well, 4ü different countries

with 4ü different
security teams.

Minimal flexibility
on approach routes,

funeral seating, egress.

Can we make it work?

Mike?

I always do, sir.

Oood.

I know it's not great timing
for you, but...

It's what I do.

Thank you, sir.

(Iaughs)

There's my man.

Mr. Vice President.

How was your vacation, sir?

Son, you have any idea
the joy a man feels

pulling a 7ü-pound
king mackereI

out of the waters
around Jekyll Island?

-No, sir, I don't.
-That makes two of us.

And I'II have to wait
until next year to find out.

Sut thanks for asking.

(thunder rumbling softly)

LEAH :
Oh, yeah, that's in the Sinai.

DORIS:
It's beautiful.

LEAH :
There you go.

DORIS:
Oee, that's incredible.

I Iove these things.
They all...

Don't worry about a thing.
we'II be fine.

Doris, can we have a minute?

Sure.

(chuckles softly)

Oh, you meant Leah!

-Right.
-Very funny, Doris.

(chuckles)

And she tells me not to worry.

It's only three days.

Yeah.

And I'm not due for two weeks.

(sighs)

The walking away ain't...
quite so easy this time.

Hey... I got this.

You go and you do
what you have to do,

and we will be right here
when you get back.

Okay?

You, say bye-bye to Daddy.

(Sanning chuckles)

Sye-bye, Daddy.

Sell tolls.

Yeah.

I Iove you.

(exhales)

You better.

Sehave.

(thunder rumbling)

-Uh, here you go.
-Thank you.

You've been hiding Iately.

You busy nesting?

Something Iike that.

Mm-hmm.
Your idea of nesting being

bullet-proofing
the walls of the nursery?

-Now, that is actually
a great idea. -(chuckles)

Yes.

(sighs)

I'II do it.

Well, (clears throat)

That only took two weeks.

Uh-uh.

It's no small thing
being a godmother.

I mean, I didn't take
your asking Iightly.

Oh, I know.

You think you can handle it?

(sighs)

Well, I'm competent, brilliant,

stunningly beautiful
and really fucking honored.

Really honored.

Thank you, Lynne.

(beeps, Iock clicks)

Sig day ahead.

Correction. Mega day.

Morning.

Thank you.

Hi, sir.

Just your signature here,
please.

-There you go.
-Thank you, sir.

OPPICER: Struggling a bit
around Euston.

Um, the SIackfriars
is sorted for now.

Oentlemen, Iadies.

Today I need
your undivided best.

The most important people
in the world are in our care,

so muck in

and get it right.

OPPICER 2:
AIways, Chief.

Hmm.

Oood morning, London.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Southpaw has Ianded.

Agent Sanning,
John Lancaster from Pive.

-Hey, John.
-Sit early, aren't you?

Nope.

We're moving up our schedule.

I see.

The fewer people know
the president's

exact movements, the better.

-Why wasn't I told?
-Nobody was.

That's how you keep it
a surprise.

LANCASTER:
well, thanks for the help.

(bell tolling)

REPORTER: with security
at unprecedented Ievels

in anticipation of the funeral,

set to begin
just an hour from now,

this isn't just a gathering

of the world's
most powerful Ieaders,

it is the most protected event
on earth.

OPPICER:
Confirming ETA.

Rooftops in position.

AII units in position.

PILOT:
Marine One, Two and Three

on final approach
to Somerset House.

AIR TRAPPIC CONTROLLER:
Marine One cleared for Ianding.

(sirens wailing)

(marching footsteps)

OUARD:
PIatoon halt!

Present...

arms!

Nein. It's okay.

OUARD:
Order arms!

Meine Liebe.

Thank you.

OUARD:
Stand at ease!

(sirens wailing)

Yeah, I understand.

Yeah, I promise.

Everything is going to be fine.

Important matters of state?

That was daughter number two.

She didn't pass
her driving test.

(gasps)

Ouess whose fault it is?

(ticking)

(sighs)

How much Ionger?

We are almost there sir.

I'm sorry but as expected...

...there are heavy security measures.

(bell tolling)

(birds cooing)

I can't believe we're doing this...

...a private tour of westminster Abbey...

...just for you.

I only turn 3ü once.

(bird squawking)

It's time Mr. President.

The cars are ready.

Sut not too ready...

wait 1 ü mins?

At Ieast.

(sirens wailing)

AOENT (over radio): Southpaw
has arrived at destination.

(bell tolling)

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Sugs the shit out of me.

Thank you.

(bell continues tolling)

-Sir.
-Thank you, Mike.

CLARKSON :
Thank you very much, Lynne.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

CLARKSON :
welcome.

-Oood to see you.
-Senjamin,

thank you for coming.

We're grateful
you could make it.

I'm sorry.

You know, the funny thing is,

James always hated funerals.

Yeah, don't we all?

(sirens chirp)

(sirens chirp)

(beeping)

(explosion)

(panicked screaming)

-(automatic gunfire)
-(grunts)

(panicked screaming)

-Oet down!
-(gunshots)

(panicked shouting)

JACOSS:
Mike! Mike!

(explosion)

Move! Let's get inside!

(explosion)

Shit!

(gunfire)

AII right, back to the car!

JACOSS:
Okay, okay, okay!

Orenade! Down!

Oo.

Seast is compromised.

Puck. They're not real cops.

Two at the front!

Oulf One to CAT team.

Support on me now.

-You okay?
-Yeah. -Yeah.

Stay with me.
we'II get you out of here.

(explosion)

Down!

-Shit.
-Ooddamn it, Mike.

(siren wailing)

(screams)

(explosions)

(shouting in Japanese)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Madonna! Cos'e successo?

WOMAN :
Anto...

(bell tolling)

(explosion)

(screaming)

AIDE (distorted):
President...

(aide continues indistinctly)

(explosion)

(glass shattering)

(multiple explosions)

OPPICER:
Oh, Jesus.

There's been a massive attack
at the cathedral.

Chelsea Sridge has collapsed.

So has westminster Abbey.

Oet me SO1 5 Counter Terror.

Yes, sir.

Where's emergency response?

OPPICER: On their way, sir.

(sirens wailing)

Voight, where the fuck are you?

VOIOHT (over radio):
AImost there.

(tires squeal)

Move! Oo! Oo!

(automatic gunfire)

You okay, sir?

Keep your head down.

SANNINO:
Oet inside!

Oet inside!

JACOSS:
Sronson!

-Sronson! Mike!
-Mike!

-Let's go!
-Mike!

SANNINO:
Oo, go!

Let's get to the chopper.

(man yells)

Dean Court, black Land Rover.

(distant sirens wailing)

(distant sirens wailing)

(tires squealing)

ASHER:
I don't believe it.

They overran everything.

Not everything.

(tires squealing)

(motorcycle engine reing)

Looking for hard extract,
Marine One,

for Southpaw.

-(radio static)
-Puck.

Comms are down.

(tires squealing)

-AII right, here we go.
-(bullets ricocheting)

Oet down!

(siren wailing)

-Voight.
-Yo.

Let him get next to us.

VOIOHT:
Copy that.

Hold him. Hold him.

Now!

(tires squealing)

-(people shouting)
-(engine reing)

(tires squealing)

Voight, hard brake now!

(tires squealing)

(Jacobs screams)

Drive!

(woman screaming)

Come on!

Down! Oet down!

JACOSS:
Voight! Voight!

Voight!

-Voight!
-Voight! (shouts)

(Sanning grunting)

Keep pressure on the wound.

-Voight!
-Voight!

Voight.

He's dead, Lynne.

Oh, Ood.

(horn honking)

(horn blaring)

(tires squealing)

Oet down, sir.

(screaming)

Jacobs, take the wheel.

Oot it!

-Oet in!
-Oot it.

(horn blaring)

(tires squealing)

(automatic gunfire)

ASHER:
Mike, on your Ieft!

-Oet him! -Not really
where you want to be right now.

Puck you!

Puck me?

Puck you.

We're almost there, sir.

(tires squealing)

AOENT:
Come on, Iet's go.

Oo, sir, go!

REPORTER: Pive world Ieaders
are confirmed dead,

along with hundreds
of innocent civilians,

in an attack that has decimated

most of the known Iandmarks
in the Sritish capital.

CIarkson and Asher are alive.

AII the rest are dead.

And I thought
it was too much to hope for.

We just changed the world.

PIan S, Sultan.

Pate has smiled on us.

(distant siren wailing)

(tires squeal)

Lights out, London.

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct P.A. announcements)

(people exclaiming)

(Iine ringing)

(explosion)

The generators will kick in.

CLARKSON : Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening.

We've asked the residents
of London

to stay indoors
for their own safekeeping

while the situation
remains fluid.

Let there be no doubt

that every relevant
police authority

and counter-terrorism unit
is actively at work

regaining control
of our streets,

-(gasps)
-and within hours

-Call Mike.
-we will secure this city,

and those responsible will be
swiftly brought to justice.

REPORTER (THRU TV): Prime
Minister, how are you gonna...

-(dial tone beeping)
-Jesus, it's not connecting.

How bad is it?

It's pretty goddamn bad, sir.

AII Iines of communication
have been compromised,

both civilian and military.

-Shit.
-we've tasked satellites

-and drones to get eyes on,
but so far nothing. -Okay.

Sentinel Drone is on station.

We have visuals incoming.

They're coming up.

(all gasp)

TRUMSULL (softly):
Oh, my Ood.

Nearest quick reaction force?

Sicily. Two hours out.

Spin them up.

And get a Iine
to Downing Street

and to Sox Emergency Command.

Yes, sir.

MONROE:
Satellite is up.

Marine One is airborne.

Southpaw is evac'ing.

-(all exclaiming)
-Yes!

PILOT: Marine One with Southpaw
on board en route to Stansted.

Prep Air Porce One
for urgent departure. Copy.

OROUND CONTROL: Copy. Air Porce
One prepped and ready to go.

It was a trap.

That's an understatement.

-(sighs)
-Holy shit.

It's one thing
to plan for this,

another to Iive it.

AII right, well,
we're good now.

It'II be okay.

Yeah. we'II be on secure ground
in ten minutes, okay?

There was no chatter on this.

None.

Something of this magnitude,

it took years to plan,
and we had days.

ASHER:
It's a fucking bloodbath.

How did they do this, Mike?

They only have
to get it right once.

Today they got it right
way more than that.

Puck. Puck.

PILOT:
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!

Marine Three is down.

(softly):
Oh, no.

Rooftop, three o'clock!

-You see 'em?!
-Yeah.

PILOT: Marine Two,
two shooters at three o'clock.

-(alarms beeping)
-Copy that.

We're being pinged.

Stingers.

CO-PILOT:
Deploying flares.

(explosion, glass shatters)

Okay, stinger down.

(alarms beeping)

PILOT:
Stinger at three o'clock.

CO-PILOT:
CIimb, climb.

PILOT:
Marine One out of flares.

PILOT 2:
Marine Two out of flares.

PILOT: Marine Two,
prepare for sacrifice.

PILOT 2:
Copy.

(explosion)

PILOT:
Marine Two is down.

-(alarms beeping)
-Missile Iock on.

Mr. President,

we're going to take a hit.

Srace for impact.

(wind rushing)

(grunting)

(Jacobs screaming)

MASON :
Oh, no.

(coughing, groaning)

Sir.

Sir, are you good?

You okay?

Sit up.

Can you move?

Yeah?

Okay, sir.

You with me?

Yeah.

Lynne.

Lynne!

No.

-My Ood.
-Oh, my Ood.

SANNINO:
Lynne?

ASHER:
Help me stop the bleeding.

Sen. Sen.

Sen.

Oet out of the chopper.

Sen, get out of the chopper.

This thing could blow
at any second.

Oo.

(softly):
Hey. Hey.

(sighs)

I never thought
you would outlive me.

(sighs)

Me neither.

Oh, shit.

(shuttering breathes)

Do me a favor?

Stay alive.

You gotta see your kid.

Make those fuckers pay.

I will.

(crying)

(crying stops)

Sox Command,

this is Oulf One. Do you copy?

(radio static)

Sox Command, this is Oulf One.

Do you copy?

-(radio static)
-Puck!

(sighs)

Puck. Looks Iike we're walking.

(motorcycles approaching)

Mr. President,

those better be
comfortable shoes.

Sir,

I think you're gonna
want to take a Iook at this.

I'II put it up.

To our friends in the west,

whose idea of war

is a remote dusty Iocation

thousands of miles

from the comfort zone
of your shopping malls,

who send your poor to be blown
to bits in our Iand

or better yet,

murder our families remotely
from the sky.

Your time is over.

We're bringing the war to you.

Make no mistake,

this is the day

when your world
changes forever.

(sighs) Jesus.

MASON : This is all
over social media, too.

Everybody in the world
has seen this.

Aamir... Sarkawi.

Number six on the ten Iist.

This man is responsible
for more deaths

than the plague.

Sells arms to every
failed state in the world.

(phone rings)

He has a vast array
of connections.

Terrorists, mercenaries,
corporations.

Mr. Vice President,

it's Sarkawi.

Put him through.

SARKAwl: I thought
you might take my call.

You understand if I made it
difficult to track.

You have me at somewhat
of a Ioss.

I thought you would
have Iearned a Iesson by now

about crawling
out of your hole.

I never Iifted a finger
against you.

You armed those who have.

I sold triggers,

Mr. Trumbull,

just Iike you.

What do you want?

Your president.

You can end this right now.

Just hand him over.

That's not going to happen.

Then every death
from this moment forward

will be on your head.

Sarkawi sells arms
through dummy companies,

some of them
probably in London.

Pind a connection to him.

He's probably been
planning this for years.

Everybody makes a mistake.

We have to find it

before he finds the president.

Let's get to it.

(dog barking in distance)

(grunts, chokes)

Mike, he's a policeman.

-(continues choking)
-Yeah?

Not exactly
standard police issue.

(continues choking)

Really?

(choking)

-(choking stops)
-Oh, my Ood.

I've never seen
a man suffocate before.

I didn't have a knife.

He's got more ammunition

than the entire U.S. Army.

How could they pull
something Iike this off?

-There's got to be somebody
on the inside. -Yeah.

Looks Iike it.
These ain't your typicaI

spray-and-pray hillbillies.

These guys are pros.

We should go for the embassy.

No, they'II be expecting that.

There's an MI6 safe house
near here.

I have a contact there.

We go there, we wait it out,

and we get an extraction.

-Do you trust them?
-Yeah.

The fact is,
every single one of these guys

is a terrorist asshole
until proven otherwise.

The only person
you trust right now is me.

-Okay?
-(motorcycles approaching)

Come on, Iet's go.

SANNINO:
we got to get underground.

-(motorcycles approaching)
-These guys are everywhere.

(motorcycles approaching)

(echoing clatter in distance)

Let's go.

SANNINO:
Stay here.

-I'II be back.
-Okay.

(footsteps echoing)

(automatic gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

(men shouting in distance)

(pulls pin,
tosses it to the floor)

(men shouting in distance)

(explosion)

(men coughing)

(gunfire)

(man's gasping breath)

(man yells)

(man shouts)

KAMRAN (over radio):
Raza.

(over radio):
Raza.

Here.

(grunting)

-(yells)
-Or we can do this

-the really fuckin' hard way.
-(screams)

Raza,

(over radio):
answer me, brother.

Okay.

Raza's not feeling too welI

at the moment.

He's a Iittle bit fucked up.

Yo. what's this dickhead's name?

This is Kamran.
who is this?

Hey, Kamran.

My name's Mike Sanning.

-You are the one
with the president. -Singo.

So why don't you boys
pack up your shit

and head back to Puckheadistan
or wherever it is you're from?

(sighs): You should have Iet us
kill him quickly,

because now...

we're going to kill him slowly

and stream it Iive

for the whole world to see.

Can you hear me, Mr. President?

-Tell him.
-Yeah, he can hear you.

Here's something
I want you to hear first.

(groans)

(yelling)

(Raza yelling, grunting)

That's the sound
of your brother dying.

SANNINO: Yeah.
Not much of a talker, that one.

Sut I'II bet you
one of your men will.

I'II see you soon, Kamran.

(Sanning panting)

-Was that really necessary?
-No.

-
-(sighs)

TRUMSULL:
The Srits are compromised.

Police for sure.

-Who do you trust?
-we can also assume

all communications
are compromised.

Anything that isn't secured
could get into

-the wrong hands, sir. -And
Sanning would know that, too,

so how could he
even reach out for help?

There.

Preeze that.

Sir...

is-is Sanning Ieft-handed?

No, he's right-handed.

Okay, well, the president
doesn't move without a drone

or a satellite over his head.

Sanning knows that.

McMILLAN : It's his Ieft hand.
Southpaw, six.

Shorthand for MI6.

Look for any MI6 Iocation
in that area.

-Yes, sir.
-AII right, Sanning. (chuckles)

(panting)

You okay?

Hell, yeah.

Made out of bourbon
and bad choices, huh?

Huh. Sit down.
Take deep breaths.

(both panting)

How many you think died?

(panting):
I don't know. A Iot.

AII those innocent people.

Dead... because of me.

No, not because of you.
Secause of them.

They're trying
to kill you, sir.

And they've killed
all these people

just to make everyone else
a Iittle more afraid.

Well, fuck that and fuck them.

Mike...

...you don't Iet them take me.

-I'm not going to.
-Let me finish.

If it comes to it,
if it's going to happen...

-Sir, Iook...
-Mike.

If it comes to it,
I want you to kill me.

That's an order.

I will not be executed
for propaganda

as my son
and the American people see me

on fucking YouTube
for the rest of their Iives.

(Sanning exhales)

Okay.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Vice President Trumbull,
it's an honor, sir.

Chief Inspector.

I'm afraid our news
isn't promising.

Our dearly departed
Prime Minister James wilson

was assassinated.

Poison in his anesthesia,

and his doctor's body found
dumped about an hour ago.

TRUMSULL:
State funeral.

Must-attend event

for western Ieaders,
each one a target. Ooddamn.

And we walked right into it.

And all dead--
bar your man and ours.

-What's happening on
the ground? -Uh, the terrorists

have killed
1 9 first responders,

with... another 3ü
unaccounted for.

They're impersonating us.

Our people are walking
right into ambushes.

OENERAL:
Say the word, we go in.

Sut make no mistake...

we risk turning London
into another Pallujah.

(sighs):
That's the Iast thing we need,

the president in the middle
of an urban battle.

Or the citizens of London.

You're just as Iikely
to take out

half the Metropolitan police
force unless you can tell me

how you can tell the difference

between the good guys
and the bad guys.

We're gonna have to stand down
our emergency services.

(chuckles):
Surrender London?

He's right.

Take out
all Iegitimate personnel.

Anyone that remains
is a terrorist.

Look, the sooner we end this,
the more chance there is

of stopping London
becoming a complete war zone.

Well, how do we get
the word out to our people?

Air-raid system.

We sound that, people know
to stay secure in their place.

Then... we Iet
the military sweep in...

go door-to-door if necessary...

clear these bastards out.

(air-raid siren blaring)

-(dogs barking)
-(siren continues blaring)

-
-(siren continues blaring)

-
-(siren blaring in distance)

(panting)

(intercom buzzes)

MAN (over intercom):
Oood evening.

Is Auntie in?

(buzzer sounds)

Put that away.

Are you who I think you are?

Unfortunately.

(quietly):
Thanks.

what a pleasure this is,

two handsome men visiting me
on such a Iovely evening.

Long time, Jax.

Yeah, not Iong enough.

-Mr. President.
-Sir, Jacquelin.

MI6's finest.

-Don't fuck with her.
-ASHER: Hello. -Mm.

JACOUELIN :
The phones are down.

That said, it did allow us
to pick up this.

TRUMSULL:
Mr. President,

Sanning...

I hope this finds you well.

Mike, we got your message,

and I'm sure you don't know

who you can trust,
and all prior authentications

may be comprised,

so I offer you this.

Do you have any idea
the joy a man experiences

pulling a 7ü-pound
king mackereI

SANNINOITRUMSULL: ...out of the
waters around Jekyll Island?

That's him.

TRUMSULL:
A Delta team

has been
clandestinely inserted.

Sy now, they should be
en route to your position.

They'II take you
to the U.S. embassy,

where an armored convoy
stands by

to get you out of SAM range
and onto a military jet.

Thank Ood.
Let's get us out of here.

AII right,
so who's behind all this?

Aamir Sarkawi.

(exhales)

(Asher sighs heavily)

ASHER:
Sarkawi provides armaments.

He's a fucking criminal.

Shielded by governments.

Mike, there was a drone strike
to get him two years ago,

authorized by the OB,
so we took a shot.

(sighs)
He survived.

We didn't know
his family was there.

His daughter was killed.

Well, he certainly got
his revenge.

-JACOUELIN : Mm.
-Civilians?

Well, they're not being
targeted specifically, but...

-Collateral damage?
-Yeah, quite a Iot, I'm afraid.

It's government targeted.

No official support from any
country-- it's Sarkawi's show,

but he didn't have any problems
finding recruits, did he?

It's the United Nations

of every-fucking-body
that hates us.

(sighs)

Now, who's on the inside?
There's got to be somebody.

Yeah, you're right.

They've infiltrated
our CCTV system.

And that can't be done
outside the network.

SANNINO:
Yeah. Sut who?

-I don't know.
-ASHER: Mike,

if you hadn't moved
our schedule up...

Here you go, sir.

-Oet this down you.
-Thanks.

I don't know about you,
but I'm thirsty as fuck.

ASHER:
Yeah.

Mmm.

How you doing?

I was just thinking
about my son.

He sends me these jokes
every day.

It's kind of our...
I don't know, our thing, or...

(Iaughs)
A Iittle off-color.

His mother
wouldn't approve, but...

I'II tell you something, Mike,

these Iittle messages
I get from him every day...

they mean everything.
You'II see.

Most important thing--

Never criticize,
always encourage.

You just want them
to be passionate--

That's what
I always tell my son.

Pind something you care about
and care deeply.

That and the golden rule.

Treat others as
you'd Iike to be treated.

That's it?

(chuckles):
Yeah, basically.

What about all the other stuff?

You know, sleeping,

-eating...
-(chuckles)

EIectrical outlets, diapers,

-stairs and... -(Iaughs): That
stuff takes care of itself.

Really?

(Iaughs):
No. You'II figure it out.

(clears throat)

MAN : I think
your dates have arrived.

When did Trumbull Ieave
that message?

(tapping keyboard)

-6: 1 3.
-32 minutes.

No way they got here that fast.

-Does it zoom in?
-Yeah.

They're not sweating.

-What?
-That gear weighs 4ü pounds.

They just stalked all the way
from outside the wire,

-and not a drop of sweat.
-It's got to be them.

Now they're going
round the back.

This doesn't Iook Iike
a rescue formation.

PIease don't tell me
that's not our Delta team.

They've intercepted
Trumbull's message.

Jax...

where's the armory?

Oo.

Are you not coming?

SANNINO: They'II have
this place surrounded.

They catch us in the open,
we're done.

Sut they're not Iooking for you.

Oo. Pind the mole.

Right. The wheels are
in the garage downstairs.

(clack nearby)

AII right, point this end
towards your bad guy.

This is not good, Mike.

Stay in here.
Stay down.

And if anybody but me
opens that door,

you empty that into them.

What if you don't come back?

You're fucked.

Mike...

Don't jinx me.

That was inspiring.

(gunshot)

(metal scrapes)

-(stabs)
-(grunts)

(grunting)

(man choking, gasping)

(Sanning grunting)

(grunting)

(yells)

(panting quietly)

(yells, grunts)

(yelling, grunting)

(yelling in pain)

(grunting)

(panting)

(yells)

(strained grunting)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(gunshot)

(panting)

I was wondering when you were
gonna come out of the closet.

That's not funny.

(panting)

we're almost out of this, sir.

I have another mile
in me, Mike.

Okay, Iet's go.

(car alarm chirps)

-SANNINO: Ood bless, MI6.
-I'II drive, you shoot.

(engine starts)

(thunder rumbling)

(beeps)

What the fuck
are you doing here?

-We have a mole.
-I know.

Well, any ideas?

Someone high up
with access to everything--

Routes, security protocols...

-emergency services.
-(clears throat quietly)

Jacquelin.

What brings you here?

KAMRAN :
Do we have the embassy covered?

SULTAN (over radio):
Affirmative, brother.

Double the men.

I want every single man
on that perimeter.

(shouting)

(tires squeal)

Shit.

The car's bullet-proof,

not politician-proof.

Hey, I'm the President
of the United States.

I haven't driven a car
in six years.

-What do you want?
-Puck.

Take a Ieft.

(tires squealing)

Where we going, Mike?

Embassy.

Embassy? You said
they're expecting that.

They are, but we are
shit out of options.

Take a right.

Mr. Vice President,

you wanted us
to find Sarkawi's mistake.

Take a Iook at this.

McMILLAN : Of the 11 9 known

Sarkawi front companies
he's used in the past...

MONROE:
2B have been Iocated in the UK,

11 in London proper.

Well, that's not news.

Sut it's a baseline.

Now, every entity
he's ever used

in the past followed

a very rough
communication pattern

except...

TRUMSULL: No known
communication in or out ever.

Well,
that's under construction.

No one Iives or works there.

That's why this
is particularly interesting.

I had my NSA analyst take
a peek at the power usage.

Through the roof
for the Iast three weeks.

Pretty odd, considering nobody
Iives or works there.

Central London.

Right under our bloody noses.

Tell SAS that we're gonna
make a house call.

(tires squealing)

Right.

It doesn't feel right.

SIow.

Left.

Okay, stop.

This don't Iook good, Mike.

There's no way
to dress this up, sir.

It isn't good.

Could be worse.

We could be walking.

Attaboy.

Don't stop for anyone.

(engine revs, tires squealing)

(gunshots)

(explosions)

Puck!

(tires squealing)

ASHER:
Are we clear?

Yeah.

(Iaughs)

-We fucking made it.
-we did it.

-We did it.
-(Iaughs)

(engine revs)

(tires squealing)

(distant, distorted groaning)

ASHER (distantly):
Mike!

(distantly): Mike!

(car doors opening, closing)

Mike!

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(groaning)

(screaming)

Where is he?

(screaming continues)

Where is he?
where the fuck is he?

Where is he?

Where'd they take him?

Lexing...

Sroadwick and Lexington.

Stop. He's done!

Leave him. Come on.

Sack off. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

(panting)

You've gotta be Sanning.

Will Davies, Captain 2-2, SAS.

Trumbull sent us.
Code: Jekyll Island.

President Asher
has just been taken,

and these assholes intend
to publicly execute him.

DAVIES:
we know. At B:üü p.m.

It's all over the Internet.

We'II take care of it. Move up.

Hey, hey, wait.

Look, we can't Iet you come
with us, mate.

How many times
have you saved this man's ass?

Now, I'm gonna go get him,

and you can either kill me,
or you can come with me,

but it ain't gonna go
any other way.

After you.

OPPICER:
CCTV's back up.

-What did you do?
-Sack online.

Disabled the authorization code

that shut down
the CCTV systems.

They've been watching us using
our own surveillance systems.

Wait.

What authorization code?

(groaning)

(panting)

You should be thankful.

How many men get to experience
their death witnessed

by billions Iive?

You are going to go down
in history.

I'm not the only one
who's gonna die today, Kamran.

(indistinct shouting)

Sox Command.

Sanning.

Mike Sanning?

Chief Inspector Hazard,
Scotland Yard.

Hold your position.

Our military will be
on your Iocation in 2ü minutes.

No, sir. The president's
gonna be dead in ten.

You don't understand.

We have NSA imagery

of where you're going.

It's their base of operations.

There are nearly
a hundred terrorists in there.

Yeah?

Well, they should have
brought more men.

AII right.

Things are gonna get sporty.

Just watch your balls.

Will do.

(automatic gunfire)

RPO!

(explosion, men screaming)

(explosion)

(man screams)

DAVIES:
Two o'clock clear! Move up!

(explosion, men screaming)

(screaming)

(men grunting, shouting)

(metallic pinging)

Okay, fuck that.

They're dug in Iike ticks
on a dog's arse.

We can't storm that building
with a force this small.

Yeah.

-They'd kill the president
the second we tried. -Yeah.

AII right, call Sox Command.

Make sure the utilities here
are isolated and switched on.

You sound Iike a man
with a plan.

-See the generator?
-Yeah.

Let's poke out their eyes.

Yeah. Oenerator,
twelve o'clock.

Puck.

What happened?

Power supply was just cut.

KAMRAN : Oet the emergency
generators up.

Come on!

Mike.

SANNINO:
This is what we've got.

This is a three-story building.

The entrance point is here.

There are two stairwells,
one here and one here.

We believe the president's
being held

in this room
on the second floor.

-Hold your position.
-Uh-huh.

I need you to hit this building
with everything you got.

-You got it.
-Keep them busy.

I'II sneak in solo.

Take that.

Do not touch that button
until I tell you.

Are you fucking crazy?

Yeah.

Wish me Iuck.

(automatic gunfire continues)

Don't shoot me.

(explosion)

(automatic gunfire continues
outside)

(men talking indistinctly)

(men continue talking
indistinctly)

(groaning)

(groaning)

They are almost here.

Why don't you just
kill him now?

No.

The whole world
has to see this.

(automatic gunfire continues
outside)

You hear that, Kamran?

That's the sound
of inevitability.

I'm going to kill you Iive,

but that doesn't mean
you can't suffer

privately first.

(groaning)

(coughing)

Look at me!

I held my sister

as she died in my arms.

We're all monsters,
Mr. President.

I won't justify your insanity

to make you feel better
about yourself.

(speaking Urdu)

Shoot him!

(groaning)

(groans)

(explosion)

(bellowing)

(men shouting)

(automatic gunfire)

AImost. Power is back.

We're waiting
for the Internet connection.

Come on, come on.

Technology.

Only as good as the dumbshits
who are using it.

How Iong?

Seconds.

And we're Iive now.

Okay.

(camera beeps)

Say hello to the world,

Mr. President.

TURNSULL:
Oh, my Ood.

KAMRAN :
Any Iast words,

Mr. President?

ASHER:
I do solemnly swear...

...that I will
faithfully execute the office

of the President of
the United States... (grunts)

Son of a bitch.

...the United States,

and will to the best
of my ability

preserve,

protect

and defend...

Oh, my Ood.

(whimpering)

I'm not watching this.

(whimpers)

(gunfire)

(man yells)

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

(choking)

You know what you guys
don't get?

We're not a fucking building.

We're not a fucking flag.

We're not just one man.

Assholes Iike you

have been trying to kill us

for a Iong fucking time.

Sut you know what?

A thousand years from now...

...we'II still fucking be here.

(grunts)

Mike, grenade!

What took you so Iong?

(panting)
Ah, sorry.

I had a couple
of errands to run.

Shit.

Does this fucker ever die?

AII right, we got to go.

-You good? -Let's get
the hell out of here.

(gunfire echoing in distance)

(whispers):
Over there.

(man shouts in distance)

(man yells)

(bullets ricochet)

-(gunfire)
-Oo, go!

-SANNER: Oo! -KAMRAN : Oo, go,
go, go, go, go!

-Come on!
-(gunfire continues)

(grunts)

Mike! Come on!

KAMRAN :
Oo, go, go!

Damn it! I'm out!

(gunfire continues)

I'm out, too.

SANNINO (over radio):
Come in!

-Davies.
-we're trapped!

I repeat, we are trapped.

(grunts)

SIow it.

Are you insane?

I can't blow it yet.
You're not out.

We're not gonna get out
unless you do!

Trust me!
Now, goddamn it!

(beep, explosion)

Oo, go, go!

(booming explosion)

Sanning?

Sanning, do you copy?

Has anyone found
any sign of them?

SOLDIER (over radio):
Nothing. Over.

SOLDIER 2:
Negative.

Okay, well, stay sharp.
Keep Iooking.

Sox Command.

No sign of the president yet.

-(Asher coughing)
-Sox Command, we've found them.

-The president's alive.
-SOLDIER: AII right.

-MASON : Yeah!
-MONROE: Yes!

-
-(excited chattering)

(cheering)

Did I ever tell you...

I fuckin' hate funerals.

(Sanning exhales)

(both Iaughing)

(Asher coughing)

-(groans)
-You okay?

Yeah.

Sir.

-I got you. Here.
-(Asher groans)

DAVIES:
Mr. President.

(exhales)

DAVIES:
Sanning.

(panting):
That all they got?

Kind of Iooks Iike it.

SANNINO:
Lieutenant...

this could be
the missing Iink...

to Sarkawi.

I'II get it to Sox Command
right away.

Next time I tell you
to blow it...

just blow it.

-(Sanning pants)
-(chuckles)

Oood job, Lieutenant.

You, too, Sanning.

Safe journey home...

if that's possible for you.

(clatter in distance)

(footsteps echo in distance)

JACOUELINE: Next time you want
to Ieave town after betraying

your country,
how's about you steaI

a car to take you
to your getaway vehicle?

Preferably one without a OPS,

'cause that just takes
all the fun out of it.

(footsteps approach slowly)

You forgot to delete
your access Iogs.

Your authorization's code
there, bright as day.

The security cameras
show you Iogging on.

(quietly):
Just get on the floor.

Do I have to tell you
this is the most dangerous time

since the Oreat war?

They're cutting budgets
while the barbarians

are at the gate.

The system's failing us, Jax.

It's broken.
You know it as well as I do.

Things have to change.

So you thought
you'd teach us all a Iesson?

That and 2ü million euros.

Come with me, Jax.

Oet on the fucking floor.

(Lancaster sighs)

-John.
-(slow footsteps)

John.

Oet on the floor.

Oet on the floor, John.

Oet on the fucking floor!

(gunshot echoes)

(gunshot echoes)

(panting)

-
-(quiet clinking)

-MAN : Sir?
-(spoon clinking)

(speaks foreign Ianguage)

Kamran?

TRUMSULL:
Mr. Sarkawi.

I thought you'd take my call.

You think this war...

this war that you started...

you think it's over?

I'II dedicate my Iife
to your death.

This war will not end.

Maybe you should Iook
out your window.

(indistinct radio chatter)

SOLDIER (over radio):
CIear to proceed.

Oround asset confirms

target clear
of civilian presence.

(indistinct radio chatter)

NEwSMAN : Two weeks
after the devastating attacks

on the Sritish capital,

a new government
has been installed

and the city
has begun to rebuild.

In the words
of Prime Minister CIarkson,

"London may have fallen,

but it has always endured
and will rise again."

(crying)

LEAH : So Daddy's gonna be
taking some more time off.

Isn't that cool?

Yeah. Maybe it's the new me.

Or maybe
the president insisted.

-Hmm. Yeah. -(Leah Iaughs)
-(crying Ioudly)

He says he reckons
I've earned a few days off,

thanks to you, Iittle one.

(crying)

-Yeah...
-(crying quiets)

Yeah, it's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

Mm...

I wonder what you're gonna be
passionate about, Lynne.

-Hmm? Yeah.
-(fussing quietly)

TRUMSULL (on TV):
Our hearts go out

to the people of London

and to our friends
around the world.

Par too many people died
for no good reason.

There are those
who will say that

this would never have happened

if we would just
mind our own business.

Nothing could be farther
from the truth.

Prankly, we Iive
in a dangerous world,

and we have few good options.

Sut the worst option
is to do nothing.

And finally...

we owe it to our children
and to their children

to engage in the world.

Ood bless you all,

and Ood bless
the United States of America.

NEwSMAN : That was Vice
President Trumbull Iive from...

(music ends)