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We have common enemies...

Terrorists, fundamentalists,
fanatics.

All units, we're a go.

He's on the move!

Keep going. Keep your eye
on the target.

Next one's for you, General.

The court sentences you to spend
the rest of your life in prison.

You are puppets of NATO
and the US!

I pass sentence on you!

You're a common thug.

And your man Petrovic will be
joining you shortly.

It is Petrovic who
is closing in on you.

Tell Petrovic I'm coming for him.

Welcome aboard, Madam President.

Thank you, Colonel Walsh.

Have a pleasant flight.

Washington Central, we now have
multiple systems alerts.

Danger.

Air Force One, respond.

Air Force One is in a rapid
descent, losing height fast.

Pull up.

It was my unit who captured
the Air Force One and crashed it

into the sea. Not everyone
on board was killed.

Are you sure they're local police?

They do seem rather methodical.

That's what they want... an exchange
of hostages, me for Dragutin.

Some of our greatest US
presidents have been murdered

in office. It would be an honor
to join them.

My friends, my heroes,
my comrades-in-arms.

Where are the rest of my people...
the ones who were flying with me?

Madam President.

Go, go, go! Run!

We have the president.

Tell them to launch.

10, nine, eight...

Impact.

Target neutralized.

Okay,
you think you can do it again?

Yeah.

I'll hold you up.

Okay, I'm gonna try.

Okay.

I can try...

Shit.

Black Hammer Seven
to Engels Command.

Three minutes to target.

Synchronizing arming codes.

Engaging access
calculator on my mark.

Engels to Black Hammer Seven,
acknowledged. Proceed.

Target area clear for
live bombing round.

Engels to Black Hammer Seven,

radar contact zero,
incorrect flags zero.

Three, two, one, mark.

All systems normal.

Proceed with simulated
bombing round.

Acknowledged, Engels.

Commencing bombing round.

Vector correct.

Approach good for bombing round.

Start the intercept.

And you, English.

One minute to target.

Release bombs on my mark.

Five, four, three, two, mark.

Releasing bombs.

Captain,
bomb doors aren't opening.

Engage emergency override.

Engels, this is Black Hammer.

Seven.
We are aborting bombing round.

Repeat, aborting bombing round.

We're showing multiple
systems failures.

What the hell?

Black Hammer Seven,
do you read me?

Initiate emergency override.

Systems down.

She won't respond.

Acknowledge, Black Hammer Seven.

Reduce speed to 1,100.

Descend to 10,000 meters,
bearing 41 degrees.

Great.

Eject the crew.

Ejecting activated.

Black Hammer Seven,
your telemetry is offline.

What is your status?

The afterburners.

Engaging autopilot.

Okay, good.

ETA 5:05.

Excellent work, Captain.

I can't...

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Is there anyone there?

Well, the pit doesn't take
very long to fill up.

I'm sure we don't have
to be here much longer.

Careful. Careful.

Okay, do you think
you can do it again?

No.

I'll hold you up.

I can't... I can't
do this anymore.

It's okay. It's okay.

He put them down the
well in their underwear.

I'm amazed she could fit.

Russian women have
such huge asses.

I have to piss.

Hope everything
comes out all right.

You guys all right?

Us?

Never better.

I came as quick as I could.

Was that a missile
strike we heard?

Yeah, we were playing a
little game of moving target.

Dragutin gave me
his tracking device.

You know, normal fun and games.

Where did you get these clothes?

Long story.

I overheard a couple of
Dragutin's goons talking about

you, so I knew you were close.

The pit doesn't take
very long to fill up.

I'm sure we don't have
to be here much longer.

I have to piss.

I hope everything
comes out all right.

Sorry.

So did you get ahold
of Featherstone's boss?

Yeah, for all the good it did.
She thought I was a prank caller.

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you.

I rather blotted my
copybook a few months back.

Right.

Well, now he tells me.

Blotted it how?

I was set up by the
Russians, as it happens.

I was running an FSB
agent named Irena Burak.

Well, Irena spun me a yarn
about hard-liners in the FSB

who thought Defense Minister
Kosinski was too cozy with the West.

She told me they planned to kill
him and seize power in Moscow.

And I believed her.

Seize power? How?

How about this?

By starting a new war in Serbia.

By assassinating
the Russian cabinet.

With the world in crisis
and ethnic wars in Russia's

backyard,
there'd be panic in Moscow.

A strong man steps
in to restore order.

Everyone's grateful.

Dragutin's friends in
the Kremlin take power.

Sounds like your friend Irena
was right on the money.

That's why the FSB
wanted me dead...

So I would repeat what
Irena had told me.

Except that this is
all just bullshit.

The FSB is not helping Dragutin.

Well, then who blew your cover?

We need to get word out
that the general's still alive

and he's planning something big.

We've tried the Brits.

We could try the UN.

We should try the Americans.

If Rowntree survived...
Hey, I'm sorry, did I miss

the part where we decided
to put you in charge?

Look, your people sold
you out once already,

and I'm not gonna give them...
Hey, hey, quiet.

Do you hear that?

Go, go.

It's from the US.

It's coming here to land.

No, it's not American.

It's Russian.

It's a Blackjack stealth bomber.

What?

Dragutin must have

hijacked it the same way
he did Air Force One.

How is he doing this?

Okay, what's its payload?

What weapons does it carry?

Battlefield thermobaric warheads.

Crap.

Sorry, thermo what?

Daisy cutters, fuel-air weapons.

The power of a nuke,
none of the fallout.

Good God.

They're gonna have
to refuel and refit

before it can take off.

How long does that give us?

Not long.

Maybe we could contact Kosinski.

If this coup d'état happens,
he'll be the first in line for a bullet.

He's probably the one man in
the Kremlin that we can trust.

I'll call Kosinski.

Come on, there's a
farmhouse near the castle.

The farmer and I are old friends.

There was a minor fracture,

but no internal bleeding
or intercranial pressure.

When is she likely to come around?

A few hours.

She'll be concussed and will
have a hell of a headache.

We need to talk to her, Major.

Dragutin's dead,
but his men are still a threat.

Sorry, Colonel, the president
has to recover in her own time.

Target is on the runway.

Good.

Let's go.

So where is the bomber now?

The TU-160 is fitted with
stealth technology, Minister.

It is designed to be undetectable
even by orbiter satellites.

But surely you can follow
his last known trajectory?

I think we should look
here, in Serbia.

Two bombs are intact.

And we have a set of army
codes for both warheads.

Okay.

This one.

Then replace the canopies
and wire the relay into

the countermeasure console.

All right,
so all the pieces are in place.

And I have the best
seat in the house.

So Dragutin's men now possess

two thermobaric warheads.

They cannot use them, Minister.
The bombs have

separate encryption codes.

You're telling me that they
can hack into these planes'

navigation system, but they

can't crack the codes
to arm those warheads?

Phone.

Okay.

The relay unit has been
wired to the transmitter.

Racic can activate
it from the cockpit.

Good work.

Thank you, General.

Where am I?

Madam President.

Where am I?

You're safe.

You're at Landstuhl,
the US military hospital in Germany.

I need a phone.

You need to rest.

You have a concussion.

Will my brains fall
out if I get up?

No, ma'am, but I don't recommend
that you... Get me a phone, now.

Good afternoon.

Dreadfully sorry to bother you.

What do you want?

My wife and I were touring
your lovely country when our

car broke down, and we were

wondering whether we
might use your telephone.

You go back where you came from.

You know, you really aren't
helping your tourist industry.

Yeah, yeah.

Kosinski.

Minister, it's Nadia Sery.

Can you talk?

Agent Sery, they told me you died
in the Air Force One.

I'm relieved to know
that they were wrong.

Thank you.

So am I.

Sir, have we by any chance
lost a stealth bomber?

Have you seen it?

Yeah, it's here, northeast Serbia.

Arkady Dragutin is controlling it.

I thought Dragutin was dead.

The Americans said they killed
him with a cruise missile.

Yeah, well, they missed.

He's holed up with his
men in a castle about

eight kilometers from here,

except I'm not exactly
sure where "here" is.

You're extraordinary, Agent Sery.

I always knew that.

Let me pass this along to my...

Sir, I was... I was
betrayed to Dragutin.

Someone in the FSB blew my cover.

They've been helping him.

And I... I believe your
life's in danger too.

Please, you need to be careful.

Thank you for the
warning, Agent Sery.

Okay, listen,
we have a team at the Black Sea.

They can reach northeastern
Serbia in 90 minutes.

We can do it.

Leave the phone off the hook.

I'll contact people I trust
and have them trace your call

and send in a spetsnaz unit.

Thank you, sir.

Don't thank me yet, Agent Sery.

Stay there and stay safe.

So how come you have a
hotline to Dimitri Kosinski?

Come on, Nadia,
we don't have too many secrets left.

Yeah.

He recruited me out of college.

I was kind of his protegée.

How did he get you on
board Air Force One?

Of course.

Your people have someone
high up in the news network.

Tell me more about
that girl Irena.

You two were friends?

Is that why they
posted you out here?

I neglected to pass on
information about a Russian

intelligence operative.

I can't make that mistake again.

You want to blow my
cover... go ahead.

I'm sorry.

It's not personal.

Exposing a Russian sleeper

in the US media with access

to Air Force One... that'd
be one hell of a coup.

It could rescue your career.

It's okay, Featherstone.

I'm compromised anyway.

I won't make that mistake again.

Have we any idea how
Dragutin's people managed

to hack into our
flight control system?

He would need a mainframe
the size of a truck and an army

of software engineers.

Madam President,
we're getting an urgent request for

a conference call from Moscow.

It's Defense Minister Kosinski.

Minister Kosinski.

Madam President, I'm pleased

to see that you're safe,
but I have bad news.

One of our stealth
bombers is missing.

And we believe
Dragutin has taken it.

Are you telling me
Dragutin is still alive?

With just one warhead from that
plane, Dragutin

could wipe out an entire city.

You know, you are already a hero
of Greater Serbia, Captain Racic.

You know what you
must tell the enemy.

They will not hold you long.

I won't fail you, General.

Good luck.

To Lieutenant Markey.

Lieutenant Markey.

Markey.

Markey.

How long I sit here?

I need piss.

Go ahead.

You couldn't smell any worse.

Hey, hey,
have you ever heard of fieldcraft?

Are you trying to get
Dragutin's attention?

I just thought if I made enough
noise, maybe you'd

find me before they did.

Go back to the farmhouse,
Featherstone, okay?

You know, it wasn't hard
to work out where you'd gone.

I just thought, "What would be
the most boneheaded, suicidal

course of action at this point?"

Of course, to go back for
Dragutin single-handed.

Markey, there is a Russian
spetsnaz unit on the way.

Are you worried they'll
hog all the glory?

No, I'm worried they'll
flatten the castle, and I need

to bring Dragutin back alive.

Why?

What is this about, Markey?

You know what?

You can come with me
or you can stay behind.

It really doesn't matter to me.

Markey.

Who were they?

What?

Who were they... the
soldiers and kids

in that photograph?

They were people.

They were people I was
supposed to protect.

During the war?

Yeah.

Yeah.

When my brigade came
here, they... they fed us.

They treated us like...

Like saviors.

We got them out of their houses.

We...

played football with the kids.

Dragutin killed thousands

of his own people
while the UN stood by

and watched and did nothing.

I did nothing.

So Dragutin has got
to rot in prison.

I need to take him back alive.

We will, Markey.

Trust me.

You people,
you stay out of Serbia.

Dragutin wants to make peace.

Okay, killing all your neighbors
does not count as making peace.

They'll find you.

Dragutin listen on phone.

Dragutin hear everything.

She's here! She's...

Stay covered.

Careful.

Who wants to go?

I'll cover you.

I told the general not
to leave you in that pit.

I said, with a bitch like you,

there is only one
way to make sure.

Nice timing.

All systems checked.

Fuel pressure okay.

Switching to onboard computer.

All levels green.

Ready for takeoff.

All set.

Dragutin must have cut the line.

That means Kosinski couldn't
have traced the call.

So much for backup
from the Russians.

Damn it.

Dragutin said he wanted

to rip the heart out of Europe.

That could be London,
Paris, Berlin.

Our satellite... that's
how they're controlling

the planes, it must be.

They won't be expecting us.

Now you want to do the
boneheaded, suicidal thing?

You're suggesting
that the three of us

just storm Dragutin's castle?

We don't have a lot of
options, Romero.

Your people aren't coming.

It's us or nobody.

Shit.

Any of this look familiar?

I didn't see much,
just a medieval castle

on a mountaintop.

Given the range of Air Force One,

you were probably being held

here, in the Dinaric Alps.

Based on where we found you
and where we dropped Dragutin,

we have a 1,000-square-mile
search grid.

Pack the laptop and
the hard drives.

Wire the rest with explosives.

And put Englishman in the crate.

They're moving out.

Let's hope they haven't destroyed
the equipment before they leave.

Take this.

Taser?

It's silent.

If they hear shots,
they'll know where we are.

You guys take the control room.

I'll keep them busy.

Go, go, go.

What the...?

The control room, and stay there.

Get down!

For God's sake,
we're gonna die up here.

Let me go.

Come on, listen.

There's shit going on out there.

Why can't you untie me?

Please.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Don't shoot.

I did... I did everything you said.

Please, we're gonna die up here.

Let me go, come on.

Look,
I did everything you asked for.

My God.

You see that?

They're gonna burn
us to death up here.

We're gonna burn to death.

Don't... don't shoot.

I'm not with them.

Cease fire!

Yo, Milos!

Captain Markey.

You're still with us.

Where are your friends?

They've gone for help.

I'll give you and Arkady

the chance to surrender
before the Americans

wipe the place off the map.

I don't think so.

Open the gates, please!

What's the big hurry?

Open the gates,
or we'll burn you out of there.

How about this?

You hand over Dragutin...
I'll open the gates.

He'd do the same for you, Milos.

Enough of this.

Go.

Where's Dragutin?

Dragutin's gone.

Who's controlling that bomber?

Racic,
their pilot... he's flying it.

You're British.

What the hell are you doing here?

My name is Mackenzie.

I'm a programmer, a hacker.

You helped them hack
into Air Force One

and that Russian bomber?

God, I am so sorry.

I didn't know what
they were planning.

My God.

What the hell happened
to your hands?

They pulled my thumbnails

out when I didn't
do what they said.

After that...
please just get me out of here.

I will go to prison.

I don't care.

Markey!

Markey!

It's gonna be okay.

Now listen, we need you to help us

take over that plane.

Ready for transmission, General.

Now this is weird.

He switched off the
countermeasures.

And I'm picking up a video signal.

Citizens of Europe,
leaders of NATO,

I am General Arkady Dragutin,

head of the Army
of Greater Serbia.

Today you pay the price for

your crimes against my people.

Dragutin's on that plane.

For six weeks you bombed
Belgrade, our capital city.

We lived in hell,
but you did not break our spirit.

In under two hours from now,

London will suffer
as Belgrade once did.

Christ.

He's gonna bomb London.

Mackenzie.

Look, you helped them hack

into that Blackjack before.

I want you to do it again.

Okay. Okay.

I can give you a big,
empty mountain 100 miles north.

Mackenzie, as quick as you can.

Okay, give me a second.

Flight controls active.

Mackenzie, focus on the bomber.

The communications.

You two, follow him.

You two, with me.

Let me in.

It's a little sketchy out there.

How are we doing? Who's this?

Mackenzie,
Dragutin's super hacker.

Hi.

You got a weapon?

I need you.

Okay, Mackenzie.

All right, we're in.

I'm on.

Racic, we're losing height.

What's going on?

General Racic,
this is Fly in the Ointment.

We're changing the flight plan.

I'm the girl that your boss

tried to drown in the pit.

Is this how it felt when you

crashed Air Force
One into the ocean?

You Russian meddling whore.

No, the general wouldn't

like you deserting your post.

Dragutin's on that plane.

Go. Go.

How are we doing?

I need 60 seconds.

Yeah, we don't really
have 60 seconds.

I can lock the autopilot.

Go, go. Move.

Let's go.

Stop!

Drop your weapons!

On your knees!

You think you have
achieved something?

You think you have
made a difference?

You're wrong.

Dragutin will have his revenge.

I doubt that.

There's not enough left of your

general to have a funeral.

Drop 'em!

Who wants to translate for me?

Drop 'em!

On your knees now!

On your knees!

Better late than never.

Well,
you really messed up the place.

Good.

Good job.

Miss Romero.

Colonel.

Thank God one bone fide

American helped
rescue the president,

not just one Brit and
some Irish renegade.

Please, it was my patriotic duty.

Actually, Colonel...

I'm sure after Miss Romero
has filed her report,

it will look like you Americans

pulled this off without
any outside help.

So what's the news on Dragutin?

Well, he's dead.

We were tracking his airplane

thanks to that batshit crazy

speech he was broadcasting.

French air force was about

to intercept him when he hit

the Swiss Alps going Mach 2.

They'll be picking up... Wait.

That son of a bitch
with a vacuum cleaner.

One of yours?

His name was Mackenzie.

Dragutin was holding him
prisoner, forced him to hack

into the flight systems

of Air Force One and
that Russian bomber.

That kid killed a lot of people.

He saved a lot of people too.

I'd like him repatriated.

Well, Mr. Featherstone,
since President Rowntree

seems to think that the sun

shines right out of your ass,

you can do about
anything you want.

Miss Romero.

Hey, why didn't you
tell Palmer about me?

"Channel 7 Plus News"

or the Lubyanka, Kremlin?

So this horse walks into a bar.

Not only must justice be done,

it must also be seen to be done.

I was supposed to bring
Dragutin back alive.

Well, hey,
we're alive and he's dead.

That kind of seems
like justice to me.

Although it will make it
that much more difficult to

find out who Dragutin's
friends in the Kremlin were.

So the Yanks have offered
us a lift back to London.

You coming?

Thanks, I should report back

to the Tribunal in the Hague.

Well, Fergus, it's been fun.

Well, hey.

So how does one get in touch?

Do you call "Channel 7
Plus News" or the Kremlin?

How about I just call you?

I'll... I'll see you guys around.

Sorry, what?

No, it doesn't matter.

Well, goodbye, Captain Markey.

Yeah, all right,
Featherstone, see you around.

You are the least useless
Brit I've ever worked with.

Well, you are definitely

the most dangerous
Irishman I've ever met.

Looks good on you, Nadia.

Sorry it can't be a little bit

more public, but you know

how the Internet is
about showing things

that should not be seen.

Thank you, Minister.

I understand that you're
quite a celebrity over there

and that Hollywood is
fighting for the movie rights.

Incredible.

Minister, what about the
conspiracy in the FSB?

I mean, someone in this

department betrayed
me to Dragutin.

I know, Nadia.

I'm so sorry.

It was my assistant Lyachin.

He was the ringleader.

We have his confession...
Not in writing, but

it will not happen again.

He shot himself.

Now I understand that
your news network

has given you a holiday.

A leave of absence, yes.

And you need to be somewhere

where you can relax and unwind.

Minister, no, really, I can't.

Agent Sery, I insist...

A token of my personal gratitude.

It would hurt my feelings

if I had to make it an order.

Enjoy yourself.

And thank you.

Somehow seems correct
that we're standing here

on this new airplane

to thank you for
saving so many lives.

And on a personal note,

thank you very much
for saving mine.

Well, thank you, Madam President.

Congratulations, Featherstone.

Miss Barry, you have an
outstanding employee here.

Steven, whenever you are in
the United States, I hope

you will give us a visit.

Thank you, Madam President.

I will.

Well, I wouldn't pack your

tuxedo just yet, Featherstone.

You're hardly likely to be

posted to Washington after the

mess you left at the consulate.

Well, I wasn't counting
on an assignment

to Washington, ma'am.

London will do very well.

Would it?

'Cause you are being
reassigned, but not to London.

To Rome.

Rome?

And, Featherstone,
try not to attract so much

attention to yourself this time?

And well done.

Sign here.

Here.

Here.

Jesus, Dave, there's enough

paperwork when you
bring him back alive.

We're gonna need your
security pass too.

My pass? What for?

Thanks to you, there are

no Yugoslav war
criminals left to catch.

The Tribunal task force
is being wound up.

Hold on.

They're making me redundant?

Come on, you know the rules.

Your old unit takes you back.

The Tribunal's grateful
for all your hard work.

Hell, I'm grateful for
all your hard work,

but the financial cuts...

Your ID card, please.

You know, the Russians

and the Yanks... they're
gonna give me medals.

I'm sorry, Fergus.

You finally caught the guy.

He couldn't keep up his old

bait-and-switch routine forever.

Again with the
bait-and-switch routine?

How many times do you
think that was gonna work?

You are the puppets
of NATO and the US

and the Catholic Church!

I will rip the heart out
of Europe the way NATO

ripped the heart out of Serbia!

I, Dragutin,
I pass sentence on you!

You think you have
made a difference?

You're wrong.

Dragutin will have his revenge.

Our vengeance will be so deadly,

our enemies will rue the
day they dared to defy us!

You all right?

You look pale.

I'll be in touch.

I know that look, Fergus.

Markey.

Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey.

I recommend the
coda alla vaccinara.

Featherstone,
what are you doing in Rome?

How did you find me?

I have my sources.

They told me a notorious
Russian spy was in town.

Really?

Anyone I know?

You put me in a compromising
position, Nadia.

Steven, I thought that was
your favorite position.

So what are you doing
in Rome exactly?

Well, since you ask,
I'm on vacation.

I wish I could believe that.

You still don't trust me.

No.

The son of a bitch was
never on that plane.

Markey, what the hell is going on?

Dragutin's alive.

No, Markey.

Dragutin is decorating a
mountain in Switzerland.

No, they're still working
on remains and DNA.

But he broadcast that
speech from the plane.

That's just the thing:

why hijack a stealth bomber

and then broadcast a signal
so everyone can see you?

He wanted us to think
he was on that plane.

He wanted it to get shot down.

Dragutin is alive,
I'm telling you.

And he's here in Rome right now.

I know it.

Markey, Markey,
have you tried calling

the White House about this?

Rowntree's people
won't return my calls.

They think I'm obsessed.

You don't say.

Look,
I know how crazy this sounds.

No, I don't think you do.

How many of those
warheads did they recover

from the wreckage?

They're in, like,
10 million pieces.

Dragutin took one off the

plane... a thermobaric warhead

big enough to pulverize a city.

Markey, Dragutin tried to

bomb London and we stopped him.

Yes, but London is
not part of Europe.

Rome is.

I found the ashes of a
postcard just like this

in Dragutin's castle.

What, the Sistine Chapel?

So you're saying
Dragutin's alive and wants

to blow up the Vatican?

Even if that were possible,
why do it now? Why here?

Dragutin swore he'd avenge

the NATO bombing of Belgrade.

That was 20 years ago.

Yeah, 20 years ago tonight.

Why on earth would Dragutin
target the Vatican?

He thinks the Catholic Church

is a part of a worldwide
conspiracy against Serbia.

But the Vatican is surrounded

by a 75-foot wall and you can't

even get a nail file
past their security.

It would be easier to get
a bomb on Air Force One.

Okay, it's not a good example.

Guys, guys.

You think I'm making this up?

No, I just think you have

too much time on your hands.

Guys, can you just
shut up for a second?

Look, what if Dragutin
doesn't actually need

to get into the Vatican?

What if he just needs
to get under it?

Are you gonna tell
me where we're going?

You'll see.

You brought us to a church?

Yeah, there is a huge amount

of ancient tunnels
underneath Rome,

built by the early Christians.

Scusi?

Si, prego?

Sotterranei?

I sotterrannei sono
chiuse, mi dispiace.

What did he say?

Grazie.

Di niente.

The entrance to the catacombs

is over here, but he said

it's closed for restoration.

You know, if we come out
in the Pope's bedroom,

I'm not taking the blame.

Fine, you were right.

You don't need to
look so smug about it.

Okay, look, one of us needs

to go back and raise the alarm.

As soon as we call the cops
in, Dragutin will be

trapped down here.

He'd rather set his
bomb off than surrender.

Okay,
so what have you got in mind?

Let me guess:

you want the three of us
to take him on unarmed.

You have another
strategy to suggest?

I'm all ears, Featherstone.

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anyone there?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi....

Hey, hey.

You all right?

Is that really you, Markey?

You didn't really think
I'd fall for that same old

trick, did you, Arkady?

No matter how many times
you are whipped and beaten,

you keep yapping at my heels.

If you come quietly,

I'll tell the Tribunal
you cooperated.

Yeah, but be honest,
this is not about the Tribunal.

This is about you and me!

I know why you are here.

You're here because
you want to avenge

your friends and those
little Croatian bastards.

But, you know,
I am glad you are here,

because I never had
time to thank you

for rounding them up for me.

Markey!

How badly are you hurt?

Let me see.

You can't let him
get to you like that.

Yeah, I know.

Sorry.

Are you gonna be all right here?

Stay down.

Yeah, I think I'll take that.

Thank you very much.

Markey!

I've got your detonator, Arkady.

But I have the Englishman.

If you're looking for a swap,

you're gonna have to
do better than that.

And I have the Russian girl.

If you don't care about him,

maybe you care about her.

No, don't hurt her, please!

They make a very nice couple.

Maybe you want her for yourself?

Give me the detonator,
I kill the Englishman for you

and I give you the Russian slut.

Markey, you have 20 seconds!

Markey, go!

Just leave us.

I want both of them.

Markey,
give me the remote detonator

or I will set this bomb
off myself right now.

Rome will be blown to dust

and you and your friends
will all die with us.

Okay, General, you win.

You let my friends go
and you give us two hours

to evacuate the city.

Markey, for God's sake.

You're a soldier.

You say you're a man of honor?

Okay.

I believe you.

You give me your word...

and I'll give you the detonator.

Okay.

One hour.

I give you my word.

One hour.

Pull the ceiling.

No, no, no, no time.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Hurry.

Come on.

As soon as he's out of range,

Dragutin is gonna
detonate the bomb.

Yeah, I know he is.

Then why did you give in?

I was trying out what you
taught me... diplomacy.

Diplomacy?

Knowing how to push
people's buttons.

15 seconds to safe altitude.

Close enough.

I wanted him to
take the detonator.

Boom.

I swore to take that
bastard back alive.

But then I thought...

Screw it.

Agent Sery, welcome home.

You're truly a phenomenon.

We'll have to strike a
new medal in your honor.

Watch the... Sorry.

Is it healing okay?

Yes, thank you, Minister.

Although I think I may need

another vacation to
recover from the last one.

If I had known what
Dragutin was planning,

I would have bought you

a ticket to the
Maldives, believe me.

I wish I could.

I'm sorry?

Well, we know that
someone in the Kremlin

was helping Dragutin.

Someone told him my identity,

gave him the codes
to the warheads.

Lyachin, my assistant.

We knew this.

He shot himself.

Well, actually, there was

a second autopsy on Lyachin.

I wasn't informed of this.

No powder burns were
found on his skull,

no residue on either hand.

And they estimate that he was

shot from a distance
of three meters.

You told me to bring
any evidence I found

directly to you, so I am.

I picked Dragutin's pocket while

he was holding me prisoner,
hoping to find a gun.

But this actually turned
out to be a lot more useful.

Guess who the general
has on speed dial.

You know, when I called
and asked you for help,

the only men that showed
up were Dragutin's.

You knew what he
was planning in Rome

and you sent me there to die

so I couldn't expose you.

Look, you're the one who
wants a war in Europe

and catastrophe in Russia

so you could save the Russian

people and become
president for life.

You fooled the Americans.

You fooled the British.

And, God,
you... you even fooled me.

Nadia, you've been
under a lot of stress.

I sent you to Rome because

I felt a holiday might help you.

Clearly it hasn't.

From this moment on,
you're relieved of your duties.

No.

It's not me who is to
be relieved of duties...

Dimitri.

Now why do I get the
impression that you're not

telling me everything,
Featherstone?

Because I don't know
everything, ma'am.

Right, well, this is awkward.

It appears that I have misjudged
you, Featherstone.

You did an outstanding
job in Rome and in Serbia.

And I owe you an apology.

Do you remember Irena Burak?

Excuse me?

Irena Burak.

The FSB agent who warned you

about the Kremlin conspiracy.

She was wrong about
who was behind it,

but close enough
for the conspirators

to want me dead.

You sent me to Serbia
and then to Rome.

And both times Dragutin
tried to have me killed

as a favor to an old friend.

It appears that old friend was

Russian Defense Minister
Dimitri Kosinski.

How long have you been
taking orders from him?

Kosinski was arrested
this morning.

He's been cooperating fully

with FSB inquiries,
enthusiastically, in fact.

It's not what you think it is.

Please.

You should try the shepherd's pie.

I hear it's made
of real shepherds.

Hi, Markey.

Hello, Francesca.

You're looking good.

Well, thank you.

You're looking
pretty good yourself.

No, I meant your
shoulder is healing well.

You got a nice tan.

How did you get so terrible
at paying compliments?

Did you take classes for that?

You look beautiful, Francesca.

Thank you.

I guess I'm not as good at

compliments as Featherstone is.

Well, that's why they can
mean more coming from you.

Is this seat taken?

Nadia,
you look absolutely stunning.

Featherstone,
I'm surprised you made it.

I thought you'd be
busy stamping visas.

Yes, I thought you might be

busy catching Yugoslavian
war criminals.

None left.

It's official.

So you're unemployed.

Well, I was thinking

of going freelance anyway, so...
It's a good idea.

You know,
strip clubs always need bouncers.

Yes, they do,
for customers like you.

God, can't you ever just
be nice to each other?

Or do you actually need
someone shooting at you?

Okay, we can stop.

Well, the two of us are
busy anyway this afternoon.

We are?

Yes, the Six Nations final,

Ireland versus Italy,
grandstand seats.

A... a rugby match?

Yes, and afterwards you
can have a few gallons

of Guinness and a
punch-up in a pub.

You know, I was gonna get a
third, but then I thought

you might consider going.

Well, it's very considerate

of you, Markey,
but we actually already have plans.

Puccini, tonight,
at Il Teatro Costanzi,

followed by dinner for two
at La Tavola degli Angeli.

You know, if you want

to bore the girl to
death, just talk to her.

You know, culture, Markey,

isn't something that merely
grows behind your ears.

Okay, guys, please, come on.

Fine.

We'll let Nadia choose.

Hey.

Wait a second.

I'm not... I'm not...
Do you really think

that's a good idea?

You can't take a
little competition?

No, I just would hate

to see you get hurt, that's all.

Please, guys, just please don't...

Nadia, Nadia, Nadia,

Featherstone is
tougher than he looks.

He can take a little rejection.

My God.

Nadia, bella.

Sacha.

Hi, darling.

Hello.

So, Fergus, Steven,
I'm really sorry,

but I can't go.

I have... I have plans.

But I was thinking,
why don't you take Steven

to the rugby match?

And you can take
Fergus to the opera.

And I'll see you guys around.

Ciao, ragazzi.

How long do we keep up
this girl-on-girl act?

Till they stop staring.

They're still staring.

Good.