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Hey ! Stop !

Hey ! Stop !

- Hey Gary ! - What?

Ah, fuck.

Fucking hell.

Madam?

What's up, Louise?

You should see this.

Jesus.

Where is that?

Building site, the Paddington basin.

Ooh.

We've got UXO in Westminster.

I'm just sending you through the pictures now.

World War 2.

Looks like a thousand pounder.

We'll need an 800 metre radius perimeter.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

And I'll need you there as liaison, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and by the way, Norris called in sick, so we've got Corporal Hanson standing in.

Aren't we lucky.

Might have been learning a thing or two.

Get the police onto the evacuation right away.

I'll head there now.

I'll see you on the dance floor.

We need to get onto Westminster City Council emergency planning.

Transport, police, TFL, and the Mayor.

You can take your coats with you.

If you can just make your way down the stairs for me please, guys.

An old bomb's been discovered on a building site nearby.

We're evacuating.

Yes, I completely understand that, sir.

We're shutting down the whole square mile.

It's nothing personal.

Stay back, folks.

Look after them.

Yeah.

Corporal.

All right, I'm Gary.

I'm the foreman.

I can show you, mate.

Just over here.

Right, OK.

We need a better vantage point.

Is that building safe?

Yes, mate.

OK.

Could it, like, blow any minute?

Theoretically, yes.

We'll need to get that drain, Corporal.

Excellent.

Is that your cabin?

Yeah.

Mind if we use it?

Help yourself.

Thanks, Gary.

You can go now.

Thank Christ.

Right, we'll make that our ICP.

Just want to get some protection built round it.

Sappers, go behind there, and we'll meet with the suits in the ICP.

Slow down, slow down, slow down.

Where are you off to?

I have to get my laptop.

Straight ahead.

Sorry.

Where are you going?

Come back.

We've got a resident running down the street.

That's it.

So this is the same size of bomb that controlled the explosion next to two years ago.

As you can see, if it blows before we've contained it, you'd be very glad the cordon was in place.

RD Gil, Westminster Council.

Emergency planning.

Sorry I'm late.

There's traffic.

Is this a big bomb?

Like a biggie?

I guess it is.

Oh, God.

We're running right under the building site here.

There's a 400 kilovolt mains cable.

We're going to have to cut off the power around the whole area until the bomb is neutralised.

Right.

I want the power off for as short as possible, of course.

Chief Superintendent, it'd be good to get access to relevant police comms around the cordon.

No problem.

Sergeant Keane will stay in close contact.

Right.

Thank you, Major.

Yeah, I'll try to make things as smooth as possible.

Break a leg.

Whatever you guys say.

Don't be shit.

That's what we say.

If you can hear this announcement, please make yourself known to us immediately.

It's definitely a 500.

Can't tell from here if it's an SD or an SC, so...

Hanson, Wardy?

Yeah.

Let's get the fucking water out, can we?

Sorry.

Here, I'll take that.

What would fucking good would that do?

Protect your ego.

Right, you ready?

Sir.

Well, go on, then.

And don't be shit.

Right, sir.

Right, that'll be the main shutdown.

This is Sergeant Keane reporting.

We have started pumping water from around the bomb.

We'll report back when we make our next step.

Roger that.

Cordon's secure.

You are authorised to proceed.

Nothing's moving.

We're on.

Tony, take it a bit lower.

Hold it there, Tony.

Go to thermal.

Switch back.

It's a fucking fox.

All right, mate?

Got alarms going off in shops on Edgeware Road.

Oh, God, they're going off everywhere, mate.

The power's been cut, the whole place has been evacuated for an old bomb.

What, so I can't get through at all?

It's shut down everywhere.

There's nothing I can do.

All right, cheers.

All right, thanks, mate.

OK.

That's water drained, sir.

Good.

All right, don't get your knickers in a twist.

It's not for now.

It's a little tradition of mine, for when we're done.

I'm not going to force you.

You OK?

Yeah.

Think we might need that clock stopper.

Sir?

Right.

Do you know where that is?

Yes, I do, sir.

Checked out Monday.

Right, yeah.

Do you know where you put it?

Yeah.

All right, go fucking get it then.

All right, sir.

Fuck out.

G.

Alpha Hotel 2-7.

Do a quick sweep of the cordon, please.

Roger that, gold.

I'll do some juice to get you into it as well.

Thank you.

Stop the work.

Got a drive-by.

Is there anything out there?

There's nothing going on out here.

It looks like the apocalypse.

You definitely got everything up, yeah?

Yes, ma'am.

Get to routine check and carry on.

Right, get the surface scope as close as you can.

Just leave it down there for me.

Right, sir.

Don't be shit, sir.

The Major is at the bomb and ready to assess the condition of the fuse.

Checking all clear.

Alpha Hotel 2-7.

Leave the cordon immediately.

EOD is starting work.

Roger that, gold.

We're on our way.

All right there, dudes.

Can you hear me?

Just doing the final check, sir.

Ready when you are.

There we go.

Right.

There's the impact fuse.

Twelve o'clock.

Aluminium.

Not right away.

Transit plug.

Oh, fucking hell.

That's a bit more complicated.

Right.

You hear that, dudes?

Time fuse.

Attaching mic stack.

Fucking hell, it's ticking.

Clear!

Hard cover now!

Hard cover!

Move, move, move!

Unexpected development.

There's a second fuse in the timer and it's active.

These were designed to create maximum terror and confusion.

It could detonate any minute for the next 48 hours.

Deploying clock stopper.

The Major will deploy a magnetic clock stopper to inhibit the fuse.

Info!

Heads down!

Right, Corporal.

Green light.

Freeze!

Freeze!

Freeze!

Switching on.

Right, all clear.

Corporal!

Start building that mitigation wall!

Don't fuck me.

That's it.

The timer has been stopped and the bomb made temporarily safe.

So now we're going to build the mitigation wall for a controlled explosion.

This can take up to five hours.

So it would be great if we could get some pizza in.

We hit steel.

We hit steel.

We know what to get, so we can't just go over the menu.

It's off.

What is Martin doing?

Everyone out!

Alright.

What's going on, Corporal?

There's something weird here, sir.

Well, go on then.

There's a shiny bit on the bomb casing where the rust came off.

Probably where the digger hit it.

It's over 80 years old, so the whole thing should be rust, right?

Well, not necessarily.

It's got an active time fuse, so it's obviously well preserved.

It's quite the anomaly.

Jake?

Yes?

We're in.

Fuck yes!

Too heavy.

Cash in like jewelry.

Warden!

It's brand new.

Sir, I really think you should come and have a look at this.

Sorry to keep mentioning this, sir.

It's fucking ticking!

Hard cover now!

Go, go, go!

Warden, move it!

Chris, let's go!

Go, go!

Get your head down!

It just started ticking about ten seconds ago.

I can't stop his malfunction.

How's it still working?

Something clearly isn't, is it?

Go get the S-set.

Cool.

Put it there.

Right, method J.

Are you sure, sir?

What choice have I got, dude?

Permission to speak, sir?

No.

Get your fucking head down.

Control, the timer fuse is active again and the bomb is no longer stable.

The Major will drill the fuse, then apply a solution to clog the mechanism.

This is our last option.

Understood.

Right, dudes.

We're starting the drill.

Right, that's the drilling commenced.

Mum, look at this.

This is the drone's POV.

This is where the bomb goes out.

They have a generator running to power their equipment, so I assume that hotspot is theirs.

So what's that?

The electricity is cut in the area.

That shouldn't be there.

There.

Mum.

EOD, stop the operation.

Stop?

Can you confirm we are to stop, Mum?

Confirm stop.

Are you fucking kidding?

That is a hold on drilling.

Can we have some more information, please?

We detected a heat signature inside the Gordon.

We need to investigate.

We think people could still be there.

Right, the police have detected an unidentified heat source.

Chief Superintendent, what's going on?

Sorry, Major, but we've had to send a car in.

We'll relay police radio now to keep you in the loop.

I'm in the middle of a very dangerous procedure.

I haven't even finished the mitigation wall, which means if the bomb detonates,

I don't even have to tell you how bad that's going to be.

I understand, Major, but we can't risk injury to the public.

We'll be as quick as we can.

Come on.

Got you.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Hey, put it on the truck.

All right.

Corporal!

Get in hard cover now!

Get in!

Oi, explain yourself.

Clock stopped on malfunction, sir.

It's my responsibility.

You're risking your life next to a live ordnance.

That's fucking ticking.

I mean, what are you thinking?

Mate, it's a bit of kit, all right?

It's not worth your life.

Stay in hard cover, will you?

Please.

Cops, cops, cops.

Quiet as fuck, boys.

This is Alpha Hotel 3-2.

We're commencing the search of Portby Place.

No suspicious activity so far.

Let's check an entrance now.

Alright, entrance is locked.

I'm gonna check the surrounding area.

Just fucking tick, tick, tick.

Alright boys, let's get a move on quietly.

The heat signature seems to have disappeared.

Major, stand by for clearing the cordon and then you can get back to work.

Alpha Hotel 3-2, exit the cordon as soon as you've completed your check.

Oh, excuse me.

Sir, you can't be back here.

The whole area's been evacuated.

Is it safe?

Sir, can you come back up the hall to here please?

Sir?

Oi!

Stop!

Ops are here.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Shall we get the bolt cuts?

Yeah.

Sir!

Non-compliant white male running inside Portly House for attempting entry.

Don't kill tools, get the fuck out of here.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Go get your fucking helmet on.

Put it on!

Police cordon's been breached.

There's nothing we can do.

Just get your head down, cover your ears.

This thing could go any second.

Get that out!

Yes, sir!

Cover your ears!

Yeah.

Right, let's make.

Let's make.

Yes, sir.

Dukes, get on the deck now!

And you're in the back, get down.

And push up.

The king's stopped!

Oi.

Oi.

Yeah.

Go, bro!

Take care!

All good, sir!

Easy!

All right, boss.

Dukes!

Can you hear me?

Yeah.

I need to see the back.

It's in here, see him.

I need to check the gear, come on.

The cops are out there!

That's what you got, trust me.

Doesn't matter about the fucking cops.

They're out back, the car's empty.

No, you okay?

Newman?

I think part of my ribs split.

Happy?

Very happy.

Stick to the plan!

Yeah, you too, dickhead.

Requesting backup.

This is an active message.

AC Newman is injured.

Get an ambulance there now.

EOD, are you receiving me?

Over.

This is Gold.

Are you receiving me?

Over.

EOD here.

We're all okay.

Just a little bit shaken.

Glad to hear your voice.

There's no major injuries to report here.

What about in the cordon?

One of the officers in the cordon is injured.

Awaiting confirmation on any non-compliant individuals.

Joel, can you bring that one up and play it back?

Maybe they were working underground.

Did you hear the noise?

Find the exact location and send someone out there.

Yes, ma'am.

That's not working.

That's not working.

What do you mean it's not working?

What's going on here?

Fuck.

Swap, okay?

All right.

Sometimes this happens, all right?

The latest thing.

I'll take yours, you take mine.

Right, now box.

You okay, my friend?

Yeah.

Okay, I'm walking.

Good.

Stay with him.

The ambulance is on its way.

Yeah, as soon as you can.

Look, come on, man.

The port is going off.

There's no threat.

I understand, but you have to wait a little bit longer, okay?

Going down.

The ambulance is on its way, mate.

Can I go?

Can I go after it?

Yeah, go, go.

Go, go, go, run, run, run!

Go, go, go, go!

A Hotel 27, men seen in a portly house, green suit.

Get the SCO-19 on the line.

We need to stand up some firearms.

Okay.

Good?

Yeah we're good but police turned up.

Which sticks are fine, yeah?

Yep.

G, where are you?

Three minutes left and we go, we'll do without them.

That's what we agreed.

G, come in.

Come in, we gotta go G.

Thanks lad.

The water's back on again.

Nice lad.

Enjoy the cake.

I made it for you.

Thanks pals.

Like this.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Open, go.

Fuck it, go.

Clear.

Hate to bang on, sir.

And don't want to step out of line but perhaps they should test the explosive chemical signature.

They don't test World War 2 bombs, Corporal.

Because there's nothing there to test.

That's my point, sir.

I'm not 100% sure it was a World War 2 bomb.

When I was down there I could see that the level of corrosion doesn't match up to anything that we've seen in training.

Maybe we won't find a tagger but we might be able to trace it back to somewhere.

Okay, okay.

We'll send over the line for further investigation.

Alright, that's one for the police.

There's no harm in checking.

No.

Major Tranter here.

Go ahead, Major.

What I've seen is some possible anomalies with the bomb that you might want to check out.

I'm sorry, what anomalies?

Well, we're not really sure so forensics should help but it's possible it may not have been a genuine 1940s bomb.

I don't understand.

Nor do I, to be honest.

So I recommend you swab the explosive residue for any chemical signature.

Post-detonation, our work is technically finished bar our clean-up and debriefing.

So it's over to you guys now.

Right, thanks.

We'll take it from here.

Disconnecting police comms now.

Be in touch if anything else comes up.

Oh, fuck.

Why?

Are you there?

Why?

Football Whiskey, 3458.

Control, I'm in the basement at 11 Portly House.

There's a massive hole been drilled into the wall of the cellar leading through into the vault of a bank next to Portly House on Edgeware Road.

I think someone robbed the bank during the evacuation.

Repeat, I'm reporting a bank robbery.

Excuse me.

Active message.

It appears there's been a massive bank job on Edgeware Road.

I repeat, a bank job on Edgeware Road.

Checkpoint A, Westway, Royal Oak.

Checkpoint B, Maida Vale, Sutherland Avenue.

Checkpoint C, Edgeware Road, Hazelton Avenue.

I'm having coffee.

Yes, where are you?

Portobello Road in Westbourne Grove.

Meet me by the Westway, yeah?

Okay, go to the bottom of Portobello Road under the Westway.

Christ, can you stick?

What did you do, go for a swim in it?

Open the window.

I can taste it.

Come on!

Let's move the boxes to the back.

There you go.

What the fuck's that?

Cake.

Happy birthday to me.

Come on.

Oh, you mean this one?

You want to check it again?

I don't want to check it.

If we get pulled over, I don't want to fucking see it in the front.

Thank you very much.

Oh, fucking slow down, slow down.

Oh, fucking showtime.

Shit.

That one's done.

Carve.

Ah, still waiting on the sewer, boys.

I've got a stench to clean.

How you doing?

Where are you going to today?

Where's the paperwork?

Got the paperwork, see?

Here.

Thank you very much.

Smells lovely here, doesn't it?

It's been a busy day.

Excuse me, Mark.

Look.

London water logo.

Get that out to all units.

Go, Clarice.

Press office needs something on your developments.

No, not yet.

I need to see the crime scene.

Checkpoint Foxtrot here.

I think we let a water van through a couple of minutes ago, heading west.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Clarice, I need to know the names of the owners of all flats at Portly House.

I'm especially interested in flat 79.

Boss.

Afternoon, Colonel.

Thank you, Corporal.

This is CFA General Minton.

Afternoon, General.

Major Tranter.

I'm the EOD operator on site today.

It could be hours before they let anyone in.

We've got a flight at six.

Can we just go get our bags?

We're just at Portly House.

Just around the corner.

Sorry, you live at Portly House?

Yeah.

Okay, you'll have to come with me.

Why?

We just need a witness statement because of an incident at your address.

Okay?

Under your comfort.

Don't worry about it.

You can bring your family, sir.

Why?

What's wrong?

What flat number were you again?

79.

Okay.

We have someone who lives at Portly House.

They live in flat 79.

Why didn't you immediately report your concerns?

Sir, with respect to more of the Corporal's concerns, I was concentrating on trying to make the bomb safe.

Still, you should have reported it.

But we know you're reluctant to involve superiors when it comes to decision-making, Major Tranter.

I was briefed about you on the way here.

Your past insubordination was mentioned, but also the fact that you lost some colleagues under difficult circumstances.

Let's stick to the question, shall we?

Could you have reported the anomaly earlier?

I was in a Category A situation next to a live 500-kilogram bomb.

That was my priority, sir.

Police forensics have arrived.

Let's see what they come up with.

Thank you, Major.

Yes, sir.

Carry on.

Thank you, sir.

We're interviewing the family whose storage unit was used in the robbery.

Be there in a minute.

Fresh clothes.

Put your radios, your overalls, all your stinky shit down here and I'll burn it with the van.

You want us to step over here?

Don't be shy.

I like gold, bro.

What can I say?

Just something for me, Mum.

Cheeky fuck.

There you go, mate.

They don't have a translator, but this son speaks pretty good English.

Water, anyone?

No, thanks.

So, it appears your apartment may have been connected to a crime.

Would you know anything about that?

No.

I'm sorry, sorry.

What keys?

Okay, so these two men, they showed up at our door,

they were in blue overalls and they had all of these papers from the landlords and they said they wanted the keys to the cellar.

They wanted to put some building equipment or something there and we gave them the keys.

Mr Kazag...

Sorry, I don't know how to say this.

Just call me Rahim, it's fine.

Rahim.

Did they keep the keys?

Yeah.

Yeah, they kept the keys.

The keys, he...

My dad told me not to give them the keys.

My dad told me not to give them the keys, but miss, like, how was I supposed to know it's anything nudgy?

We're immigrants here, people come with official papers and we do what they say.

They asked for the keys, so I gave them the keys.

I had no idea it was something...

I understand.

I understand.

We've lost the water van and no more sightings and nothing from ANPR.

Okay, release the cordons and stand down the VCPs.

Copy that.

You can all go back in now.

Thank you very much, okay?

Thank you.

What the fuck are these?

These are premium uncut diamonds.

How did you know which books they'd be in?

What does he matter?

Well, he's the diamond guy, right?

It's a family thing.

We've been mining these fuckers for generations.

So why are you robbing banks?

Families are complicated, eh?

Looks like a piece of glass, that's.

Because they aren't cut.

That means they're untraceable.

But once they're cut, we could be looking at 30 million.

Seriously?

Even split, yeah.

Would you mind if I go and call my friends?

I won't be long.

Okay.

Is that number one up here?

Yeah, definitely.

Get the fuck down on the ground!

I'm moving.

Fucking piece of shit!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

You're a cunt!

You're fucking gay!

Can't stay long.

No rum today then, boss?

Well, Corporal Hanson doesn't approve.

Not on my call, sir.

It's fine.

All right, we'll go get some cocks before he changes his mind, yeah.

Lads, getting a drink?

You sure?

I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

No, boss.

You haven't got your notebook out.

It's not one for the records.

Cops.

Let's go.

All right.

Sweet.

Here you go.

Cheers.

Right.

Thanks, lads.

Thanks, everyone.

A little toast.

To absent friends.

Absent friends.

Absent friends.

Good job today.

All day.

Cheers, sir.

It was good to work with you today, sir.

Changed my mind.

Yeah, well done, mate.

Lads.

Some cocks?

Here.

My dear cousin.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Well done.

Stay with us.

I'll fucking never trust you again.

Yeah, you've been cleared to go up into the apartment, but just so you know, there's no electricity in the whole area.

What about the lift?

Good, yeah?

Yeah.

How much are they really worth?

I'm not sure yet.

Maybe 4.2. I hope.

Come on.

What, you don't believe me?

How did you know there were diamonds in the bank?

That's my job.

So you know who the diamonds belong to?

I don't know.

Who's?

I don't know.

A man I used to work for.

A man I don't like very much.

Why?

Because he tried to kill me.

Really, why?

You want to know?

We had a good deal going.

I would fly into conflict zones, pick up under the radar stone.

I would smuggle them out on my person.

Deposit them in the bank.

And for some reason, he decided to fuck me.

So I'm fucking him back.

So this one was fucking your ass?

Not that one.

So can I keep it?

Fine, take it.

Can I have another one?

We had a deal, all right?

You paid for the job, and I'll pay you back with a fuck-ton of interest, all right?

Don't get greedy.

Are you going to tell me how much this really worth?

What do you know about diamonds, eh?

Nothing.

Do you know how to move them, to cut them, to sell them on the black market?

No, you don't know a fucking thing.

So leave the diamonds to me.

I've changed my mind.

I'll take 50% of everything.

That wasn't the arrangement.

All right, you keep all of this, and I keep the stones.

That was the agreement.

50% is fair.

That's not fair.

All right, that's not fucking fair.

You can fuck all for me.

No, 50%.

No, 50%!

50%!

You heard the substance from Arthur, eh?

Wait.

No, Frank.

Hello, fucking Frank.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

This guy Wurfel.

He changed the real gems with the fakes.

Because he knew you were coming, right?

They must have fucking...

fucking followed me, or bugged my phone, or...

got into my fucking emails.

One of those guys must know something, all right?

One of those guys knows something.

They were fucking me somehow.

I don't know how.

I'm not fucking you, man, all right?

I swear to you.

Lie to me.

I'm not lying to you, man.

I'm not lying to you, man.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait, wait, don't!

Listen to me!

Wait!

Fuck!

Wait, wait, wait!

Listen to me!

So this...

All this are fake?

No, no, no, you see this, man?

You see this?

This is all real!

All real.

Left.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Wait!

Wait, you know me, man!

We're family!

All right?

You know me!

Please, please.

He's fucking me somehow.

No, no, no, no!

I'm not fucking you, man!

No!

Still not telling the truth?

Look at me.

I swear, man.

I swear on my...

I swear on my life.

I don't know where the stands are.

Right.

No, no!

No, you fuck!

You motherfucker!

Fuck!

No!

No!

It's okay.

It's okay.

Let's take him to the workshop.

No, no!

God fuck you!

Ludo!

Ludo!

Fuck!

Wait!

Ludo!

You're fucking dead, G!

You're dead, you hear me?

Dead!

Ludo, listen to me, man!

Get him in there, man!

Fuck that!

Ludo!

You shouldn't lie to me.

Ludo, Ludo!

What about the others?

No.

I want to talk to them later.

Ludo!

I don't know where they fucking are!

Ludo, listen to me!

Ludo!

Colonel Headley.

This is Chief Superintendent Susanna Greenfield.

I've just received the results of the bombsite soil tests.

Right.

Understood.

Sir.

Colonel.

Major, the police called.

The results are back from forensics.

It was not a Second World War bomb.

The chemical signature is clear and traceable.

To where, sir?

To us, to the army.

It's a fucking nightmare.

Report tomorrow at 0700.

Sir.

Help him!

What?

Chief Superintendent.

Go on.

We're fucking losing him, bro!

Fucking pump it!

I'm sorry, bro.

You played a track on him.

Yeah, I put him in all your new clothes.

Don't trust anyone, Vince.

Ludo, listen to me, man!

I'm not fucking you, all right?

Just pull the fucking car over!

We're talking, okay?

We have a fucking conversation, all right, men?

All good?

Ma'am.

The owner of Flat 79's nephew was kicked out of the family farm nine years ago.

And he was previous, both here and abroad.

I'm sending it through now.

Yes, sir.

The company that has the lease on the flats is owned by the uncle of this man, Georgos, a.k.a. George Karalis.

He did six months in Pentonville.

His previous was in Belgium for theft and diamond smuggling.

I'd like to speak to Chief Superintendent Greenfield.

Our equipment has been tampered with.

Thank you very much, sir.

Have a great flight.

Thank you.

Ludo!

You know me, we're fucking family, all right?

You remember that shit?

I'm not his shit, you know I fucking did it, old man, all right?

Just pull the car over and we'll talk about it, man.

Ludo, you fucking crazy motherfucker!

Don't fucking do this to me!

Ludo!

Fuck!

Huh?

Fuck you, man!

Let go!

Fuck!

That way, bro.

Hey, listen, man.

I'm sorry, all right?

They fucking set me up so they could get the diamonds.

Fuck you!

Fuck you, man!

Fuck you!

Listen, you dumb fuck!

Listen to me!

I had the fucking thing!

All right?

What did you think was gonna happen?

Ludo!

To all airports, international train terminals, passport officials, Yorgos Vikaralis, 30s, white,

known to be travelling on either a Maltese or South African passport, to be arrested immediately.

Hi there.

Mackenzie, 229.

I forgot my key.

OK.

Of course, Mr Mackenzie.

Do you have any ID at all?

Yeah, man.

Hi, Corporal.

Sergeant Palmer.

Nice to meet you.

Hi.

Hi.

Can I get a ticket for Marrakesh, the next flight, please?

Here's my passport.

I know he's got some...

He's had some psychological problems.

PTSD?

Yeah, maybe your disenchantment.

He volunteered to stay in Afghanistan, apparently.

The lads at the base said that he was mad for her.

You know this guy?

No, I've never seen him before.

But who?

I recognise him.

Rahim.

He was Major Tron's interpreter.

The Major managed to get him and his whole family over here to safety.

I've seen him at functions.

War roads lead to Afghanistan.

Karalis spent a year there working in some gemstone mine.

Therese, put out a UK border stop for questioning on Major Tranter and Rahim Khadadadza.

Yes, ma'am.

Karalis says that he threw.

He booked a flight to Marrakesh.

Karalis.

Passport.

That's my passport.

Enjoy your flight, Mr Melville.

Thank you.

Karalis is not on the flight to Marrakesh.

He checked in and then he vanished.

Right.

And guess who the night security guard was on the bombsite?

Payam Khadadadza.

Rahim's brother.

Follow up on that.

We're just arriving at Major Tranter's house now.

Mum.

I got a bomb run off a little early.

The cops were all over you like a fucking rash, mate.

I had to make a decision.

Yeah, well, you made the right one.

Thank you.

Did we get what we needed?

I think so, yeah.

All right.

What was that all about?

Things got a bit ugly.

About anything in my life, in my opinion.

It's OK.

So what are you going to do next, eh?

I've got some ideas.

Some things I want to clean up.

Maybe we do this again.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Maybe.

So let me look over it.

All right.

We good?

Think so.

Are we ready?

Fuck yeah.

Let's do it.

My best face.

For all of them.

There appears to be some misunderstanding, gentlemen.

We'll take our business elsewhere.

OK, OK.

Please wait.

OK.

Mazan?

Mazan.

Come here, man.

Man.

How come?

It's done.

It's done indeed.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We won't split.

Right.

Bye-bye, Pavan.

Bye-bye, Pavan.

Let's go, Pavan.

Sorry.

Good luck.

Bye, my friend.

Fuck you!

Fuck off!

All right.

Listen to me.

Listen to me, boss.

I have money.

I have money.

I can pay you, boss.

Shut up.

OK, I can pay you.

Listen to me.

Thank you.

Fuck.

Fuck!

We clean up the bombs, then he'll tell us about any enemy movement.

I'm going to do everything I can in order to clean up the area.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I don't know where it is.

Chirta.

Chirta.

Chirta.

Yeah.

It's good.

Shit.

Terry.

Get cover.

Now.

Fox, stop, stop, stop.

Where are you walking?

I just stood on a pressure plate.

Shit.

Fucking IEDs everywhere.

Boss?

Who the fuck are they?

Fuck!

Look at me.

Stand there.

Do not move.

We're surrounded by IEDs.

Who the fuck are you?

What are you doing here?

I work in the mines.

Pressure stone.

Why are you tied up?

My boss is trying to fucking kill me, man.

These bodyguards are taking me to him.

I help you.

You fucking help me.

I'll help you, man.

I'll help you.

Hopefully I don't regret this.

Here.

Take these snips.

Make your way around to that mound and look for a big tub of explosives.

Why can't you fucking do it, man?

My foot's stuck on a pressure plate.

If I lift that, we're all fucking dead.

What's your name?

My name's Karalis.

Karalis, step over this wire.

We need to neutralise that IED.

Understand?

On three, I'm going to recover you.

All right?

One, two, three.

Fuck me, man!

Rahim!

Yeah?

I need you to cover for me, mate.

No, boss, no gun!

Yes, you fucking can.

We've done the training now.

What can you see?

Nothing yet.

Start slowly digging around that area.

Slowly.

I see a yellow plastic box, sir.

So around there, there might be a cable or a detonator.

Carefully now.

There's a fucking grenade in there!

All right, don't fucking touch that.

Can you see a cable or a detonator?

Fuck, yes, I see a cable.

Chase that back to me.

I can't do this!

Look at me.

We can do this together, all right?

Just take your mind off it.

Tell me about your box.

Fuck that guy, all right?

He fucking owes me and I'm going to get fucking paid back!

Well, I fucking owe you one after this, mate, so let's pay him back then, yeah?

Why the fuck are you here?

British Army, bomb disposal.

Yeah, well, you missed one.

Oh, nice one.

Hey, do you want to get us out of here?

Let's go then.

Yeah, yeah.

All right.

Rahim, cover for him now!

I see a plastic tube covered in plastic.

Right, that's a detonator.

Caught both of them wires.

One in his arm.

All right.

Oh, son of a devil!

Just cut the other one.

Oh, fuck that one.

Rahim, we good?

Karalis?

I like you.

I want to see these fucking stones now, sexy.

Let's fuck, huh?

Rahim!

Karalis bought a nature park in Central Africa...

...fulfilling his childhood dream.

Geological surveys indicate diamond mining potential.

He rose to 20th on Interpol's most wanted list.

Rahim is building a website for families. He also started his own company.

His father keeps asking where the money came from

and why they changed their surname.

Major Will Tranter spent his $30 million share

on drugs and prostitutes.

Just kidding.

An anonymous $25 million donation was made to F.U.Z.E.,

a non-profit that clears unexploded ordnance worldwide.

What he does with the rest is his business.