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greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah

is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the

greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah

is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the

greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah is the greatest Allah

is the greatest Allah is the greatest

I must go.

Ash,

they have guns.

What have you done, Malik?

Nothing you wouldn't have done yourself at my age.

Have you been spying, Ash Murga?

Go. I'll be back. No, I will not abandon you. Run now.

Don't kill me, mother.

Malik Al -Kablan is the third U .S. asset to be murdered by ISIS in the last

week. There's been a security breach. Earlier this month, 300 pages of

classified Pentagon documents were released on Peter Darien's website.

True leaks.

Rumor has it they were stolen by a former intelligence analyst.

While these documents expose a number of embarrassing breaches of military

conduct, they also include intel reports with the names of the sources left

unredacted. Leaving any number of innocent civilians with their asses

out to the wind.

And there's more leaks coming.

Over a thousand pages of classified material, including the identities of

hundred assets.

How do you protect that many people?

By stopping the leak before it happens.

By stopping Peter Darien.

Now, as I'm sure you know, he's been hiding out in the Ecuadorian embassy in

London. Ever since the U .S. indicted him on charges of espionage and

two years ago.

You want my team to bring him in?

Officially, the U .S. government can't sanction an operation to kidnap and

arrest Peter Darien, much less in an embassy of a friendly nation.

But with your clandestine background, it makes you uniquely qualified to handle

such a sensitive mission.

You told me you were interested in prevention, Christina.

I'm offering you the chance to prevent the loss of hundreds of lives.

As you know, Senator, the Russian human intelligence cycle is just like ours.

They spot, they assess... Part -time for Congress?

Mm -hmm. When was that?

Oh, about 18 years ago.

Closed -door session concerning a certain CIA case officer who defected to

Russia. Oh, right. Donovan. Okay,

so what was it that you could not wait to show me?

Um, this.

He's a brick house.

She's mighty, mighty, letting it all hang out.

She's a brick.

No, she's gone.

She's a brick house.

The lady's stacked, and that's a fact. She ain't holding nothing back.

That looks real.

Thank you most.

This is a video editing tool which uses a recurrent neural network to learn the

mapping of raw audio features to mouth shapes.

With over three hours of testimony, I've accumulated a library of over 6 ,000

words. With a single keystroke, I can simply make hard recital lyrics to any

40 song. May I request something from the century? Why are you going to hate

the Commodores, man? Is it a request?

I'm not hating, I'm just saying.

Okay, all right.

Maybe this is a little bit more... Because I got that boom boom that all

boys chase.

Yes. All the right junk in all the right places.

Okay, but why are all your songs about big women? Full disclosure, Santana, I

was a bottle baby.

Girl, it's all about that bass, about that bass, about that bass. No treble.

It's all about that bass, about that bass.

Bass, bass, bass.

What are you watching?

Uh, videos, cats, cats in hats, and dogs too.

Thanks. Oh, okay. Well, I sent you all individual briefing emails for details

about our next assignment.

So read up and we'll meet in the conference area in 15 minutes.

Copy that. Yep.

Peter Darien.

Born in South Africa to wealthy parents, he first started out as a journalist,

championing populist causes.

Founded Trulik, the government and corporate watchdog site, in 2010. He's

running his highly profitable website out of the Ecuadorian embassy in London

ever since the U .S. brought an indictment against him a year ago.

your briefing, he's preparing to publish more classified government materials.

Putting the lives of hundreds more U .S. assets at risk. Yeah.

So how do we get active to the embassy?

The CIA has cultivated a relationship with its long -term assistant, Tatiana

Moore. Once one of its most devoted followers, he's recently had a change of

heart. Were the two romantically involved?

Speculated, but not proven.

Looks like Darian enjoys playing the field, even from inside the embassy.

Possible we're dealing with a woman's warrant?

For the moment, her motivation is immaterial to our purposes.

Which are?

I have invited Kilroy to present us with a visual aid.

Radio.

So I, uh, fashioned this three -model of the Ecuadorian embassy in old London

town based on blueprints from Her Majesty's National Archives.

Milton and I will be posing as French journalists.

Oh. Un poquito.

I'll be doing most of the talking.

All right.

Tatiana has been able to arrange an interview with a French magazine that's

supportive of Darien in the past. And due to back -to -back summits in recent

weeks, the London bobbies have been logging lots of overtime, so I expect

they'll reduce police presence this weekend.

Security at foreign embassies is notoriously lax. If the interview's on a

Sunday, there'll probably be less than a dozen employees on site.

Santana and Kilroy will be in an ambulance waiting here. Once Milt and I

the embassy, they'll likely take us to the third floor, to a room here.

Once the interview is over, Mills will remove Darien's mic and then apply a

small amount of arbutin paste to his skin.

Using this, heat activated.

So all you have to do is take off the cap and touch the end of his skin.

There's only one dose there, so make it count.

What does arbutin paste do? Once absorbed into the skin, it induces

similar to a heart attack.

Okay, so Darien collapses.

Uh, somebody calls whatever their 911 is, I intercept the call, ambulance

cruises up, we whisk them away, yeah? Exactly. Then FBI agents will be waiting

at a local airfield with a C -17 to transport Darien back to the state for

trial. Simple, straightforward, and no one gets hurt. Yeah, except for the guy

with debilitating chest pains. He'll be fine. More importantly, we'll save

hundreds of innocent lives without... doing damage to diplomatic relations

between two long -time allies.

And I suppose this is the usual, if anything goes wrong, the government

all knowledge and leaves it to rot scenario?

Yeah, pretty much.

Any questions?

Yes, it is all about debate.

No trouble.

Right. Got it.

You realize how ridiculous you're looking out there.

Have you looked in a mirror?

Hector Leprechaun?

Exactly.

We are here to meet Mr. Darien.

Could you give me a bag, please?

Open your bags, please.

Thank

you.

That's all right.

That's it.

Hello. Hello.

May I be of assistance?

Yes. My name is Gail Moran.

This is my associate, Javier. We have an appointment.

With Peter Darien?

Yes. Yes.

His assistant is expecting you.

Empty your pockets, please.

Sorry, sir. No weapons inside the embassy.

Hello? My name is Tatiana. Would you follow me, please?

You're very excited to meet Mr. Darien.

I know this must be difficult for you, but we appreciate your help.

As soon as I saw on the news that a family was killed, I had to do

Look, how is this going to work? The less you know, the better.

Just promise me one thing.

Promise me he won't be harmed.

I'm afraid we can't do that. You have our word.

Mr. Darien will be with you in a moment. You must return downstairs.

Thank you.

She looks a little conflicted, if you ask me.

Peter Darien is a master manipulator in a position of power.

She'll be highly vulnerable.

But can we trust her?

Right now, we don't have a choice.

I am... ...ravie de vous rencontrer.

And Xavier?

No, like Xavier de Magelan d 'Argent.

Depender of free enterprise?

Promoter of harmony between business and labor?

Right, please, come, sit, have a pot of tea.

Oh, that would be wonderful, but if you don't mind, we would like to get

straight to the interview.

Ah. Oh, by only.

What is the problem?

It's a pan, man.

Definitely not natural fibers.

Probably doesn't help that I'm going commando. Okay, you know what? I'm good

the details.

Okay. Don't need to unlist this. Focus on the case. Sure.

So what do you think of this Darian guy?

He seems like a total act.

Yeah. That's one way to look at it.

The other way is, uh, thanks to guys like him.

We know about the mass killing, torture, and corruption that went on in Iraq and

Afghanistan.

You know, guys like him bring lies into the light.

And got innocent people killed in the process?

No.

It delivers on a Sunday.

Not Jesuit?

Not to me.

May I see your paperwork?

That ain't no church group.

This ain't no fooling around.

Do not

make

a sound.

You're the first person to move or speak.

Die.

And so Trulik's motto is Verum Nocet, which literally translates to... The

of it.

Yes. As I see it, the world is plagued.

by too many secrets, too many people making decisions that they shall never

held accountable for. My mission is to bring those secrets into the light and

allow those people to be judged.

Even if doing so compromises global security, undermines the electoral

puts people's lives in danger? I have no personal agenda here, Gael. I am merely

a conduit for truth and transparency.

I provide the ordinary citizen with something they could never hope to

on their own.

access to the deepest, darkest corners of the world's power systems.

Some of the citizens you mentioned, some of them are terrorists, dictators,

corrupt governments. Treat not as the sin deserves, Gael.

Um, 103.

Yes.

One last question.

With these statements, are you saying that you are some sort of Christ figure?

No, your words, not mine.

But we both have been persecuted for

spreading the faith.

Oui?

Are we still rolling?

If you can just give to the more... It's Santana.

Eight men just walked into the front of the embassy, wearing work clothes,

carrying a gas.

You're not French?

Who are you? Any idea who they are? Not yet.

Not from photos.

The killer is running them through the Interpol database.

If he gets a hint, what should I do?

Stay put until we can figure out what to do. Call us if you get anything.

Clearly, neither of you is Raposa. So just who the hell are you? Why would

men with guns storm the Ecuadorian embassy in London on a Sunday afternoon?

That sounds like a friend from the elevator to sell this out. Or maybe

else is after him.

What are you whispering about?

I can't believe she would do that. Makes sense. If you have time to get down,

make the call.

Well, you can just tell the authorities.

Pipe down.

The adults are talking.

Excuse me.

If you want to treat me like a child, fine, but unless you tell me exactly

what's going on, I'm going to start screaming bloody murder.

So, move.

Get with the other.

So you came here to kidnap me. Well, I'd take you into custody.

And Tatiana, what did you threaten her with?

Poor girl. She would never betray me unless she had no choice.

You are aware you've been indicted on charges of espionage and conspiracy.

United States.

For all its success, it still remains a very unenlightened country.

Europeans recognize the value of my work. This case will never fly in the

of public opinion.

Well, lucky for us, it will be in an American criminal court.

Need I remind you that there are eight men with guns down the stairs? Believe

or not, right now we are the best option you have. What can you two do against

eight men with guns?

Go ahead.

We got an idea on one of the men who stormed the embassy.

His name is Ruslan Varyat.

Background. He's a Chechen separatist, really bad dude, fought alongside Al

-Qaeda in Afghanistan, but worst of all, he's believed to be behind that hostage

crisis at the Russian hospital last year that killed 46 civilians.

Do you have any idea why Chechen separatists might be after you?

I've never dealt with any Chechen separatists or otherwise.

Keep taking, Kilroy.

We gotta move.

Up.

Who are you?

Who sent you?

Or do they have a Russian passport?

Tell me the truth.

Were you ever planning on taking me to America, or did you plan on killing me

like you killed these few men?

If it were up to me, I'd have already snapped your neck and been done with it.

But I have a job to do.

A job that includes murder.

How can you live with yourself?

Yeah, you're one to talk.

Those people downstairs, your assistants, those embassy employees who

themselves on the line just to keep you safe. Someone has a gun to their head,

just itching to pull the trigger.

You don't seem to care.

What is this?

Improvised armband. Chechen soldiers use them to identify the brethren in

combat. Send it to Kilroy, see if he can't find something.

Oh, by all means, text those to your friends instead of calling the police.

Look, you have to trust us to handle this our own way.

Trust you?

Two covert Asians sent to ferry me off to America against my will. Well, when

you put it like that... We have to move these bodies out of sight.

Give me a hand.

Hugh, get over here.

Count of three. One, two, three.

The Chechen fighters are extremely disciplined.

They've gone to the death.

If we want to survive, we've got to find some place we can defend.

Yeah, preferably with only one way in and out.

On the plant.

At the end of the hall, there's a room.

You know which one? My room.

Home sweet home.

Not as glamorous as you imagine?

Don't flatter yourself. I never imagined.

Is that the only door in and out?

Hmm? It's a yes or no question.

Yes. I shall never understand you Americans.

Such a schizophrenic country, obsessed with violence, addicted to guns, and yet

you never miss a chance to cram your high -minded ideals of your so -called

constitution down the rest of the world's throat.

The so -called Constitution. It's an actual Constitution.

And what can I say? We're a complicated country.

Is this thing up and running? Of course. It's the key to my work. It's my

livelihood. It's my connection to the outside world.

A weapon of choice.

Apollos did leave in the weapons you choose to employ.

Is that so?

Let me show you something.

Malick Alcoblan.

21 years old.

A U .S. asset who was murdered shortly after his name was published on True

Weeks. Shot multiple times.

His mother, Amir, and his sister, Marika, just 16, defiled after they were

killed.

And his father, Saeed.

Well, I think you can see what they did to him.

How do I know any of this is true? Because I've been there, and I've seen

Guys like Malik have saved my ass a dozen times in Iraq.

Risking their lives because they believe in something.

Heroes fighting for their country.

You.

You don't believe in anything.

Coward.

And you're a murderer.

Go ahead, Santana.

I was able to get close enough to see four gunmen.

Three armed with AKSs guarding at least ten hostages in the embassy lobby.

That leaves two men unaccounted for. Probably already on their way up here.

Santana, monitor channel 26.

They're on walking.

Copy that. By the way, it turns out Mills was right about the armband. It

belongs to a Chechnyan unit that was taken out by a Russian airstrike at

training camp last month.

Why would these guys be wearing the armband of another unit? To honor the

that died in that unit.

Yeah, but not just any men.

One of them was Ruslan's youngest brother, Adlon.

What do we know about him?

Well, he was a professor and only recently radicalized up until, like, a

months ago. He was teaching online courses at Chechen State College.

But did a little more digging. Turns out that the location of that Chechen

training camp was one of the things that was released in the latest release

dump. So Ruslan's brother was killed because Darian leaked the site location

the Internet.

Ruslan's here for revenge.

Good work.

We'll be in touch.

So what do we do now?

We can't just stay here. We must do something and we must call someone.

Well, we can't risk turning a bad situation into something worse.

Those hostages downstairs, they're our responsibility.

There's no way these guys are going to give up without getting what they came

for.

If we could establish communication, we might have to negotiate with Ruslan.

I have an idea how we might be able to do that.

We just need to give them something they want.

You say you are a reporter for a French magazine?

Yes, I was here to interview Peter Darien.

So tell us, where is he?

I don't know. I was waiting to meet him when I saw a man with guns, and so I

hid.

Who did you call?

No one, I swear.

I dropped it.

It's not working.

Nice hat, Kilroy.

It's easy to make a phone look like it's not on and still have it transmit

audio. But the other thing you ask for is going to take some time. Get on it.

Why should I believe you? I swear to you, I'm telling the truth.

Put her with the others.

She's good.

So, what now?

Your fire gun?

I always preferred books to bullets.

The blast of war blows in our ears as you imitate the actions of the tiger.

Henry V, I am impressed.

Yeah.

Well, I need to break it to you, pal.

What are

you doing? She's

going to vomit.

How did you know?

Your name is Tatiana.

You work for Peter Darien?

Tell me where he is.

Tell me where he is or her death will be on your head.

He has a private room on the third floor.

Room 306.

Take three men. Bring them to me alive.

Picture the hostages.

Move! That way!

Move!

We got four men coming this way.

Well, what do you want me to do about it? My hand is literally shaking.

What if I can't pull the trigger?

Don't worry about that too much.

He wants you alive.

He'll probably just torture you until you beg to be killed.

Alex?

Relax.

What's this all about?

Body armor.

What's going on?

So much for the body armor.

I saved your life.

Deflected a bullet from your heart.

Good news is it went through and through.

Bad news, looks like you nicked yourself cleaving an artery.

We repeat,

release the hostages and come out with your hands up.

Sounds like the cavalry's shade up after all. Don't get excited.

It's not how you think it is.

Check it out.

I got those emergency lights in front of the building turned all the way up.

Kind of busy right now.

Sorry.

Talk to me, Ruslan.

Who was out there? How do they know my name?

No one comes within 30 meters of the building or the hostages will die.

There's no need for bloodshed, Ruslan.

We're prepared to negotiate.

Are we actually prepared?

No, no. I need more time. How much more time do you need?

Five minutes.

I'm listening.

We don't have five minutes.

Stop. That's what you do. You stop.

We have your brother, Adnan.

How is that stalling? What else do you want me to say? I don't know. It's not

job. We both know that my brother is dead.

No, he's alive.

He survived the Russian airstrikes with only superficial wounds.

This is a lie.

It's the truth.

Adnan is being held in an Afghan prison and we have the power to release him.

Who is this?

Someone who can bring your brother home. Show me proof.

You have three minutes.

All right. I got you three minutes.

I know. I was here.

I need more time. Tell him about the time you shared a palm talk with Fat

Leonard in Malaysia.

How do you know about that story? I didn't tell you that story.

You must have.

That's pretty creepy.

You're losing too much blood.

I'm going to need to cauterize the artery.

Okay?

You know how to do that?

I've seen it done.

Once.

What are you looking for?

You got anything stronger than that, Boots?

No, I have an exquisite 12 -year -old whiskey, 110 clove. Where?

Under the counter there.

That's one.

What are you doing? That's expensive.

Fight on this.

Okay,

just tell me before you... Dude,

time's up.

All right, it's not going to be my best work. Doesn't matter. Okay, fine.

Ruslan, we have proof of life. Check the main monitor at the security desk.

So shall we discuss the deal?

My compliments to your technical staff.

An impressive display.

Only my brother lost his right eye.

When the rifle was fired six months ago.

Out!

Everybody out! Move!

Enough stalling.

Either Peter Darien surrenders to me within the next two minutes or I start

killing people!

You die first.

Please, don't hurt anyone.

I'm coming down.

That must be Darian. So what, we just hand him over to the bad guys now?

Doesn't look like that.

I hate to be an alarm, but our entire plan just went down the loop.

You know? I mean, maybe we just get the cops involved at this point.

Oh, are you in a hurry to go back to jail? No, but they're already on their

I've been monitoring the local police, and they dispatched a unit to our

location. The cops are coming here. Now?

Yeah, pretty much.

Who are you?

I'm not armed.

I'm just here to deliver a message.

You see, my people, they have this building surrounded.

There's no way you can walk out of here alive.

These people have no quarrel with you.

Let them go.

I swear, we will let you walk out of here peacefully.

Give him to me and we will leave.

You see, I can't do that.

This man, he broke the law.

He has to be punished.

He will be punished.

Slowly, painfully, so my brother will be avenged.

So what about you?

Prepare to die in the sake of revenge?

Don't look at him.

I'm asking you.

Want to live to see your family again? Enough of this!

It's over, Luke.

I've begun now.

No,

cops are on the way. Whatever you're going to do, do it fast.

I wanted to thank you. Oh, it's not necessary.

No, but you risked everything to save us. Why?

It's the right thing to do.

I should say that I identify with what you've gone through.

Working for someone you believe in, a cause you believe in, only to discover

it's not what you thought.

I should go.

I want you to know.

Baby, not Peter.

I admit, there was a time when I thought he was the most brilliant man in the

world.

When I learned I was pregnant, my whole outlook changed.

I could no longer support someone who put the lives of brave people and their

families at risk.

I tried to talk to him about it, but he refused to listen.

That's when I knew I had to do something.

I didn't want my child to grow up thinking their mother was their wife.

What you did was very, very brave.

You should feel proud.

Honey, I don't feel proud.

I'll handle it.

Bit of a sticky wicket, eh?

Might hold.

I, um...

texted the police on your phone whilst you were pouring out my expensive

whiskey. You know, the Brits aren't exactly fancy. You're a hero. True. And

they caught me, they would ship me to America before you say Jack Robinson.

But as long as I stay on this side of that line,

I'm Grant.

I have something for you.

Your Pentagon's classified documents.

All 1 ,000 pages.

No copies were made.

You have my word.

And you're just going to give them to me?

Why?

I've realized that if innocent people die as a result of something I publish,

that could be a public relations nightmare.

You're worried about publicity.

Unfortunately, it's time for you to say goodbye, unless you'd like to explain

yourself to the bobbies.

But seeing as how your mission here isn't sanctioned, I'm guessing that

cause quite a nasty hullabaloo.

Go play it, old man.

Need to speak with you both?

This man's been shot.

He's bleeding fast. This way. Follow me.

This man needs to get to hospital.

Where do you think you're going? I still need to speak with you. I'm his brother

-in -law.

I promised I'd take him to the hospital.

Which hospital's that?

Charing Cross. Charing Cross. That's right.

Chip chip.

Slip nap.

There you go. Here we go.

Let's roll.