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(engine humming)

(gunfire)

(window smashes) Ah!

- Almost there, Bronco.
- Fuck! Agh!

Gucci, we are inbound.

Understood.

Rachel, stay in the car. Stay down.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Moreno!

- On it!
- Let's go! Let's go...

- Baker, on me!
- Got it!

- Gucci, how long?
- I need another minute!

- We don't have a minute!
- Guch, hurry your ass up!

- UAV incoming!
- Dunne? Get out of there!

Everyone down!

(explosion)

(heavy breathing)

(narrating) My name is Rachel Wild.

I'm a particular type of lawyer.

(explosion)

My job is to dog and chase down those that hide their debts

through legal loopholes and shell companies.

- (explosion)
- (grunting)

I work between the moral and the immoral.

(explosion)

- The legal and the illegal.
- (gasping)

The black and the white.

I operate in the grey.

(dramatic music)

(line ringing)

(phone picked up, distortion)

- BOBBY: Hello?
- Hey, Bobby. I've got some news.

- Braxton?
- Hey, are you there, Bobby?

No, I'm losing you. (Beeps, call cut off)

RACHEL: The man on the phone taught me everything I know.

Hey, driver, can you find me a signal?

DRIVER: Of course.

(engine humming)

Do you wanna go, er, stretch your legs?

Okay.

(line ringing)

Shall I give you a minute, boss?

Thank you, John.

(line ringing)

(whistling)

Bobby, are you there?

- Braxton, what you got?
- I got a meeting.

- With who?
- Salazar.

BOBBY: You got a meeting with Salazar?

That's not all I got.

Where's this going, Braxton?

BRAXTON: Where would you like this to go, hm?

BOBBY: Don't tease me.

- How much?
- Full debt plus interest.

That's impossible. I don't believe you.

Well, I got the leverage. I got the agreement.

I got the paperwork and I got the signature.

- After this, I owe you nothing.
- BRAXTON: Uh-huh.

- We're done.
- Yeah.

Olsson will take you back to your hotel.

BOBBY: How do you do it? Braxton, if you pull this off...

- (gun clicks)
- you get the full 5%.

Where are you?

BRAXTON: I'm on Salazar's island.

- I'll be in New York tonight.
- BOBBY: No trouble?

BRAXTON: Nah, I got John with me for security.

BOBBY: You're on his island

and you only have one man for security?

BRAXTON: You just let me worry about that.

- (gunshot)
- Show your p... Oh, Jesus.

- Braxton?
- Fuck! Fuck...

- (menacing music)
- (whistling)

- (alarm beeps, doors lock)
- BOBBY: What's happening?

Can you hear me?

- (alarm beeps, doors lock)
- Braxton, what's happening?

(alarm beeps, doors lock and unlock)

- (whistling)
- (doors locking and unlocking)

BOBBY: Braxton, are you there?

- (Braxton panicking)
- Can you hear me?

- (menacing music)
- (whistling)

(silenced gunshot)

(alarm beeps, doors unlock)

RACHEL NARRATING: The upside of
this job is that when you win,

you win big.

The downside is that when you lose,

you end up in a hole in the ground.

(gunshot)

(rustling)

Mr. Salazar, the contract is void.

Good! If Spencer Goldstein think they're getting

their billion dollars back, they can go fuck themselves.

And if they send anyone else
to try, we'll take care of them.

(sinister music)

RACHEL: My clients are asset managers,

basically sophisticated bankers.

They make money by loaning money

and when they make mistakes,

they subcontract to people like Braxton.

Or people like me.

If the first mouse gets sloppy,

then it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

- (ball pinging)
- SECRETARY: Wait, Miss Wild!

It's under control, Mr. Goldstein.

SECRETARY: Wait, Miss Wild! Please!

- You should have called, Bobby.
- Sorry, Miss Sheen.

We scheduled?

Well, given what happened to Braxton,

I think we are now.

- I don't have time now.
- Oh, yes. Yes, you do.

I'm here to make you money.

I'll call you back.

Thanks, ladies. Two minutes.

And don't throw any shit in this direction.

Why didn't you let him know what
he was getting himself into?

Nobody knew what he was getting into.

- Hm.
- Anyway, what's it got

- to do with you?
- I liked Braxton.

But I didn't like the hand grenade you passed him.

Manny Salazar. He's not really the guy you loan

a billion dollars and expect to see it back.

- You weren't thorough, Bobby.
- What did I just say

- about throwing shit?
- I'm just here to give you

an opportunity to recover your money.

- You think you can recover it?
- You know I can.

Ooh, but I know you're too expensive.

Wouldn't Spencer Goldstein rather see its money back

and stop putting bodies in the ground?

Careful.

You're pretty-ish,

and funny-ish, and clever.

But you're not that fucking clever.

Hire someone else, you're...
well, repeating the same mistake

you made with Braxton and getting the same result.

- On what terms?
- Standard sub-contract.

You get deniability, Spencer Goldstein's hands stay clean.

And you only pay me if I recover the full debt.

- How much?
- Twenty percent.

- I can get this done for five.
- By who?

You get people killed for five and you're still left short.

You know, I really don't like you.

You'll save a dollar to lose a hundred.

You're a fucking nuisance.

Of course I'm a fucking nuisance.

I can do it for 7.5%.

Ten percent. And ten million upfront.

I don't trust you, and...

well, you need skin in the game.

(suspenseful music)

I can make that work.

That was easy.

Don't you have to call your boss first?

I don't have to call upstairs.

Impressive!

Every time I visit, you're a floor higher.

You however do need a bigger office.

Love you, Bobby.

- (door opens)
- (phone ringing)

- Fuck you, Rachel.
- (door closes)

- (ominous music)
- (sirens blaring)

(intercom beeps)

Asset managers. I'm telling you, they own the lot.

I have an asset manager who manages my money.

(mysterious music)

That's because in spite of what you look like,

you can still think.

But only small picture.

That's why I have a manager manage my money.

(door buzzes)

What do you think they do with it?

I know what they do with it.

They make me more money.

They make you more money because

they fucking own everything.

I'm happy with that.

You wouldn't be if you knew what they were up to.

They're out of control. They run everything.

The news, the views.

The weapons, the wars.

There's no conspiracy.

This is good for me and bad for you.

You should jump in.

The water's warm.

RACHEL: I've worked with Sid and Bronco for so long,

they're the only two I trust to keep me alive.

Salazar is a chameleon who hides behind

hundreds of different pseudonyms.

Last month, he was called McIntyre.

The month before that, Rodriguez.

To corner Salazar, you must attack him legally

and illegally.

Half my team deals with the former,

the other half, the latter.

Evening all.

Glover.

Gentlemen.

- Ma'am.
- Ma'am.

RACHEL NARRATING: Bronco heads a team that specializes

in extraction, intimidation and sabotage.

And Sidney's band specializes in corruption,

bribery and covert surveillance.

So, er...

Salazar?

Manny Salazar is rare and unique.

Braxton uncovered some of his hidden assets.

Salazar then buried those assets.

Along with Braxton.

So, how do we squeeze him?

- We bring him to the table.
- How do we do that?

Pincer movement.

Combination of practical and procedural.

Sidney, you will be going to Saudi.

You, Bronco,

you're coming with me.

RACHEL NARRATING: First, I must
meet Salazar's infamous lawyer.

I can only do this concealed in a Trojan horse.

So sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Wild.

I do hope my staff has taken care of you.

I'm fine, Mr. Horowitz.

So, we have had a chance to look over your proposal.

That you may need help with.

(dramatic music fades)

(Bronco sniffs)

I'm sorry...

and you are?

I don't matter.

(car horn beeps)

RACHEL: Yes, indeed.

I'm particularly interested in Mr. Salazar's portfolio.

That is private information.

I'm sorry, Sir. Do you mind?

That's very valuable.

(statue clunks)

Why do I have the feeling there
is another agenda going on here?

- Hm?
- You'd like to hear it?

No. That's another meeting.

We're done here!

(beep) Can you call Gary into my office, please?

There is a situation here.

I assure you, you'd like to listen.

The alternative is...

very expensive.

Well, I'm not buying what you're selling.

Gary! Gary!

Mr. Horowitz, is there a problem?

Yeah. Get them out of my office, now.

Ma'am, Sir, if you'd like to follow...

Gary, a moment.

There are two versions of how this narrative plays out.

Version one, Gary waits patiently and quietly

by the door for the next 30 seconds

while we conclude our business.

And then we leave in a calm and orderly fashion.

Version two, Gary steps forward on a reckless endeavour

and you spend the next six hours
sponging him off the walls.

I know which version Gary would prefer.

(tense music)

You... I... you have... I... I...

Gary.

Shh.

(tense music)

Gary?

Maybe it's better if you just take a few steps back.

I'm here for the debt that Salazar owes Spencer Goldstein.

As his lawyer, I'm pretty sure you know where all

his proxy corporations and shell companies are.

This is an opportunity for you to work with me

so we can find a more amicable agreement.

I think it's time for you to leave.

Well, if I can't have this conversation with you,

I guess I'll have it with Salazar himself.

Don't get into water that you can't swim in.

Likewise.

And if you get into any trouble, please...

call me.

I'm known to be...

very effective.

Rachel Wild. That's my number.

You can call me anytime.

Have a wonderful day, Mr. Horowitz.

BRONCO: Thanks, Gary.

- (door slams)
- (dramatic music)

Are we clear on the plan?

(grinder whirring)

Phase one.

Procedural and practical.

RACHEL: Bronco and Baker will travel to Salazar's island

on a commercial flight while it's still safe to do so.

They need to start sabotaging Salazar's interests

and set up a base a month before

I will eventually arrive for a meeting.

While Sid flies to Saudi

to start his corruption process.

His anonymous phone call will
tip off the Saudi authorities.

Salazar's hotel in Jeddah got approval

to build 130,000 square feet.

But the real blueprint shows

he's building 150,000 square feet.

Hello...

RACHEL: The tip-off will let the ministry know

that he's in breach of planning consent.

- (shouting, arguing)
- That'll do the job.

RACHEL: The Saudis will take this seriously and shut down

construction while the paperwork gets reorganized.

FOREMAN: They are measuring the building.

- We are being closed down.
- Hold on, please.

RACHEL: Horowitz will be fielding phone calls

and he'll get his wings clipped.

Why have I got the foreman of our Saudi construction site

saying that we have been shut down for a size discrepancy?

He will be penalized somewhere in the region of...

- (thud)
- $4 million a week.

Someone is fucking with us.

It's that woman.

I bet it's that fucking woman.

While he's busy putting out that fire,

Sidney will be on stage two of his corruption campaign.

There is a forensic skill to bribery

and Sid is the best surgeon I've ever had

the pleasure to witness.

If you're gonna corrupt someone,

there's a right way and a wrong way of going about it.

GUCCI: And what's wrong exactly about putting 25 grand

in someone's pocket?

SID: I think as long as you do it elegantly.

You can't just shove 25 grand in someone's hand.

Doesn't work.

What you need is lube.

An alibi.

Something to make them feel...

positive about the transaction.

(sensor beeps)

(crash)

Oopsy daisy.

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(doors open)

I am so sorry.

That is totally my fault.

Don't worry, there's hardly any damages.

Oh, you don't know that.

There are sensors, there's the chassis rail...

and are you okay?

I'm fine.

It can take up to two days for whiplash to bite.

My friend's a doctor.

He'll take a look at you.

Stand on one foot, please.

And close your eyes.

(suspenseful music continues)

Ooh, I don't like the look of that.

Oh dear. You'll have to see a physiotherapist.

Don't worry, we'll take care of it.

There is a note inside the envelope

from the doctor that'll tell you exactly

how to make a full recovery.

And remember...

that can take six weeks.

(door slams)

That port superintendent is under the spell

of old fashioned cash,

has a perfect alibi...

and clear instructions

on how to make a year's salary

in six weeks.

All I need is a thumbs up.

One, and he's on the hook.

Two, and he'll suck your cock.

(dramatic music)

You're in luck, Gucci.

SID: Now, the port superintendent can justify

why he has a year's salary tax free.

Your steel is impounded.

The paperwork doesn't match.

What do you mean, impounded?

Well, get it un-impounded.

That fucking woman has locked up our steel!

By now, Horowitz should be getting more bad news

because 20,000 tonnes of steel are stuck in limbo

and leaves 2,000 construction workers with nothing to do

but to sunbathe on full pay.

Penalties and delays will cost them in the region

of $5 million a week.

Now he's burning up in Saudi.

Let's throw him off balance.

Light another fire on his flank.

Next we need to attack his business on his Spanish island.

What about the oil rig?

It's literally on Salazar's doorstep.

RACHEL: What do you think Bronco and Baker are doing?

Javier.

Bronco.

That's my associate, Baker.

Apparently you're the man that can source anything.

Can you help us?

I can get you what you want.

First thing we need is hard hats.

(dramatic music)

Tomorrow's delivery is the blowout preventer.

We can level that before it gets there.

No, that's too clumsy.

It's harder to deal with a mouse in the house

than a gorilla in the villa.

If they can't see the problem,

they can't fix the problem.

Forensic sabotage.

I want them lost in the weeds for months.

RACHEL: A 200,000 tonne oil rig
will now be rendered redundant

through a Trojan mouse.

A 25 gram Jekyll and Hyde super fuse.

Yeah, that's our end done, Sir.

All it needs now is to give the safety inspectors

a little nudge in the right direction.

Once they find out the rig's got a fail-safe malfunction...

- (console beeping)
- (chat in Spanish)

- (instructions in Spanish)
- (horn blares)

Doesn't drill, doesn't move

and Salazar's leaking

half a million dollars a day.

He will now be aware he has quite a significant challenge.

I asked you to take care of Spencer Goldstein.

And you assured me that the issue was dead and buried.

Yet somehow I'm now paying three fucking million dollars

a fucking week for a fucking oil rig

that doesn't produce any fucking oil!

So, what I want to know is, A...

who specifically is doing this to me?

And B, what the fuck are you doing about it, William?

It is a woman.

- (water lapping)
- (coughing)

With an extremely capable team.

They're cunning, they're clever and they're efficient.

I'm afraid that they're gonna continue to be

a very big problem.

(coughing)

Here, William.

Will they continue to be a problem

if they're no longer alive?

Yes.

She's already insured against that.

Cut off her head and there'll be 20 prepaid lawyers

waiting to keep this thing alive.

And I'm afraid if that happens,

we may be in a mess that will be impossible to get out of.

What is your advice?

Well, she's, erm...

already costing you about 28 million a month,

so I think it would be a lot cheaper if...

you can make a deal.

You know, make her an offer.

For how much?

We can ring fence this for...

300 million.

Three hundred million dollars?

- Mm-hm.
- Of my money?

Around that.

You think you're sweating now?

I can make you fucking sweat, William.

There's only so much she can find,

and all the really juicy stuff
is still controlled by Wolfgang

and there is no way she'll ever find that.

RACHEL: Pretty is synonymous with stupid.

And stupid is synonymous with naïve.

And naïve is what I want you to think I am.

During our inaugural meeting,

Bronco placed a bug in his

lawyer of the week award.

Erm, do... do you mind?

That-that's very valuable.

RACHEL NARRATING: We know who Wolfgang is

because Horowitz very kindly told us

exactly who he is.

It turns out he's an accountant.

Wolfgang Klose.

A Harvard-graduated German Arab

who orchestrates the entire financial empire

from his fortress in Jeddah.

Why is Wolfgang so important to Salazar?

He's a specialist that hides his money.

He bounces it around between countries

and buries it under layers of shell companies

so it's impossible to find out who the owner is.

If you can't find Salazar's money,

you can't recoup the debt.

We need to join those names to those companies

to untangle Salazar's administrative opaque soup.

But if we can access Wolfgang's computer,

we can find where he's buried the bodies

and Rachel can prove that he owns the companies.

RACHEL: He recently invited some ego stroking publications

into his home to tell us how fantastic, rich

and interesting he is.

The pictures revealed his love

for esoteric '50s sculptures.

While the interview let slip

his profound love for backgammon.

RACHEL: Did you receive my gifts?

I'm looking at them now.

Open exhibit A.

- SID: Ooh, loaded dice?
- RACHEL: Precisely.

You got an invite to his party as a potential investor.

To catch his attention, you need to win.

- Excuse me, Sir.
- What is it?

There's a guest at the backgammon table

who hasn't lost a game yet.

Why are you telling me?

Because every time he wins,

he refuses the money.

What's more attractive to a financier

than a man who refuses money?

How much has he won?

It's over 200,000, Sir.

SID: Having got his attention,

he's going to be looking at me very dubiously.

So, I'll need to convince him that I have

no kind of hidden agenda.

Naturally, being the host and rather paranoid,

he's going to assume that I'm a grifter and he's the mark.

So, he'll challenge me.

- May I?
- Please.

What do you say, 5,000 a point?

Sure.

- (dice rolling)
- (suspenseful music)

SID: Using the loaded dice,

I'll continue my winning streak.

Simultaneously, I will refuse payment.

He will insist on paying me.

I make a point of paying my debts.

SID: But here's where I make my final move.

You can repay me by giving me a rematch,

but with a gentleman's bet

and only for $10.

RACHEL: You will lose.

And as a token of a payment,

you will offer him a gift.

It just happens that that gift is a statue he covets.

Open exhibit B.

- (clicking, sliding)
- (suspenseful music)

In scurries the Trojan rat.

It seems luck has gone my way.

Well played.

Er, rather embarrassingly,

I don't carry that sort of cash.

If you'll allow me, I'll just pop something in the post?

RACHEL NARRATING: People are not
suspicious of those that give.

Only those that take.

Sir, a gift has arrived from Mr. Kershner.

RACHEL: Wolfgang's office is a Faraday cage,

an impenetrable firewall preventing anyone or anything

from accessing his data.

However, once you're inside of said cage

and within 12 feet of his computer,

we're in his world.

Our statue is a bug,

a camera and a tempest attack device.

We can start to put names to companies

and untangle his financial web.

Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt. We're in.

RACHEL: Now, I'm inside Wolfgang's world,

we can start to peel back the onion.

Once I have the legal traction to freeze some more

of his hidden assets...

Oh, Wolfgang, I've got you now.

This will accelerate a desire to reach a deal.

The court approves the application

to seek international attachment orders.

Objection, Your Honor!

Overruled!

- (gavel bangs)
- Thank you, Your Honor.

- She's a monster.
- (phone ringing)

RACHEL NARRATING: However, in order to get

the unpalatable deal that I want,

I will need to look Salazar in the eye.

HOROWITZ: Hello?

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Horowitz,

how lovely to hear from you.

Okay, sweetheart.

200. That's it.

Has anyone ever told you you have a wonderful timbre

to your voice.

I'm trying to place it.

That's funny?

200 is funny.

- (snaps fingers)
- I got it.

From the 1950s hit The African Queen

starring Katherine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart.

You sound just like Katherine Hepburn.

Okay.

(water lapping)

300.

I wanna sit down with Salazar.

Since I can't talk to you, I wanna talk to him.

- (dial tone)
- What?! You f... You fu...

You fucking cu...

Salam Alaikum.

RACHEL: Salazar doesn't know it yet,

but he's going to agree to a meeting.

It's gonna happen on the island.

That's the only place he'll feel safe.

It's just a question of when,
but there's still plenty of time

for you and your boys to put in the infrastructure

and prepare for the worst.

Bronco?

I'm sure you've had a sniff around.

How do we feel about that?

I think we feel okay.

Okay.

Better get more boots then.

(dramatic music)

BRONCO: Phase two.

Planning and preparation.

(boat motor humming)

Mr. Beauregard.

Buenos días, Captain Sensible.

Love the shirt.

It's silk.

Like my sheets.

Course it is.

RACHEL: My insurance policy

will need to consist of a full team.

Baker...

RACHEL: Baker will be in charge of explosives

and munitions.

Moreno is a wheel man in charge of on-ground transport.

Dunne is in charge of aviation... and cynicism.

This is Gucci.

He's in charge of tech.

I just told you.

- It's silk.
- (bag clunks)

RACHEL: Their principal agenda

will be getting me off the island

and should I need to leave quickly,

they'll need a full chest of toys.

Indigenous ambulance, 40,000 on the clock,

full tank of laughing gas and four brand new boots.

- Baker, door.
- (door clanks open)

Abracadabra.

Say hello to Javier.

- GROUP: Hello, Javier.
- Hola, chicos.

He's been a very clever boy and got the full shopping list.

Two canoes, four oars, two emergency outboards.

Late 2010 coche, upgraded with an LS3 V8.

Three KTM 450s.

125 scooter for eggs and fresh milk.

Two Polaris Razors with 190hp and plenty of torque.

And Teddy for fishing.

We've got a full set of knives and forks.

We've got your reach out and touch me

for the long range slot.

Noise makers, cloudies, blinders.

We've got 9-mils and 45s avec hush puppies.

Gucci AR with a 203 grenade launcher.

Brand new boom stick with 40-mil butt plugs.

Top cigars for the Charlie Gs

for ground to air.

And finally...

24 ice cold cervezas.

Please drink responsibly.

BRONCO: Alright ladies, don't get excited

about our accommodation.

It's not the Savoy.

We're hidden in the most remote part

of Salazar's Island.

We chose this safe house due to its proximity

to all three extraction points and its historical tunnels,

should we need to get Rachel out discreetly.

Rachel is only ever going to be in one of two places.

Either here at the villa,

or at Salazar's hotel.

He lives in the penthouse suite

which is where they will meet.

If things get exciting,

we extract Mum,

assess the threat level,

bring her back to the villa

and get her off the island.

Three extraction points.

BRONCO: If we need to move Rachel from the hotel,

we take the east evac route.

We'll take the SUVs through the
town through the storm drains

to two awaiting RIBs.

If we need to extract her from the villa,

we go from an airfield on the north of the island.

Jets and helicopters are a no-go

because Salazar controls the skies.

That's why we came here by boat.

We have two gyrocopters waiting.

They'll go undetected.

The west evac is our last resort.

There's no other way off the island.

Each route has its own challenges but we need to reach

these points as quickly and efficiently as possible.

We're gonna be ready for any eventuality

and practice until we get it right.

But this is Salazar's Island.

The police are on payroll

and he has a reasonably experienced private army.

- How many?
- Best guess, 50.

- What's that all about?
- Considering his activities,

he takes some comfort from having a small militia.

BRONCO: The police station is an issue.

If anyone ends up inside, we need to know

how to get 'em out.

Where do you wanna start?

Well, first we recce the routes

and then we go look at the hotel and the police station.

We'll split up.

Gucci, Dunne and Baker,

you recce the north evac point

and log a flight time to the mainland.

Bronco, Moreno and yours truly.

We'll recce the fastest route from Salazar's penthouse

through the city to the east evac point.

(horns blaring)

Hey, Captain Sensible, can you, er,

can you just slow down a little bit?

You're starting to make me nervous.

Time really does stand still...

when I'm with you.

Dunno what you're so grumpy about.

You planned the route.

- (engine humming)
- (horns blaring)

If we're not careful, your dad's gonna blow our cover.

(window squeaking)

- Okay. Thank you.
- Okay.

Tell your dad not to spend it all at once.

(motorbike revving)

(motorbikes revving)

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

That two wheels is better than four.

BRONCO: Okay, sweethearts, we'll run the full route

to the east evacuation point.

If we need to get her out,

Mom will be transported

on the back of the bike.

(motorbike revving)

(horn blaring)

MORENO: We've got a police car up ahead.

BRONCO: Who wants to kick 'em in the ass

and see if they'll kick back?

MORENO: Leave it with me.

BRONCO: Good man, Moreno.

Try not to end up in jail.

(motorbike revving)

- (sirens blaring)
- (shouting in Spanish)

- (motorbike revving)
- (tires screeching)

BRONCO: Head to the storm drains.

See if they have the stomach to follow.

- (shouting in Spanish)
- (motorbike revving)

MORENO: This is too fuckin' easy.

What I need is a pig on a bike.

- (sirens blaring)
- (tires screeching)

(motorbike revving)

SID: Moreno, what the fuck are you doing?

MORENO: You do your thing, let me do mine.

BRONCO: Looks like your dream's come true.

You've picked up a pig on two wheels.

MORENO: Yep, thank you!

- (motorbike revving)
- (sirens blaring)

You know, surprisingly he's not completely shit, this guy.

- (motorbike revving)
- (tires screeching)

MORENO: Let's see if this fucker likes the idea

of dropping twenty foot into a storm drain.

- (motorbike revving)
- (tires screeching)

(motorbike revving)

(sirens blaring)

(shouting in Spanish)

(motorbike revving)

MORENO: Sadly, he didn't follow.

BRONCO: Coming in beside you.

BRONCO: Turns out you do actually

have some talents, Moreno.

(dramatic music)

SID: Okay. Looks like that'll work if we need it to.

MORENO: So, a boat will pick us up from here?

SID: That's the idea.

But the bikes won't work if we need

to take someone who's incapacitated.

For that, we'll need the ambulance to get us

through town and an ATV to get us down the storm drain.

Then we get them off on a RIB.

BRONCO: Okay, so onto the next route.

North evac is a straight shot

through a wind farm outside the city.

It is our primary extraction point as our gyrocopters

are the fastest way to get Rachel off the island.

We'll need to get these operational and onto the runway

in no more than three minutes.

The only way to do that is to rehearse.

(blades whirring)

(blades slowing)

(sighs) It takes 25 minutes to get to the mainland.

Twenty five minutes?

Give me something faster, I'll get it there quicker.

How long from the hotel?

Got it down to nine and a half minutes.

Get it down to eight and a half.

That's not possible.

You're right, six and a half is possible.

SID: This is how we're gonna do it.

We'll take Rachel from the hotel.

These have to be out of the shed

and in the air in three minutes.

You two pilot and take Rachel and me with you.

BRONCO: If this doesn't work, we go to the west evac.

That means back to the villa,

through the tunnel,

onto the bikes until it's easier by foot.

Then there's an obstacle.

The upside of the obstacle is no-one can follow us.

But the downside of the obstacle is, er...

That's the straightest line?

Fuck off.

I foresee a problem.

Point A, the villa is two and a half miles that way.

Point B, the west evac point

is seven and a half miles that way.

This is the straightest line.

Now, I am aware that there is a 300-foot deep

untraversable ravine before you.

But fortunately,

Baker and I have put a great deal of thought into this.

And we've discovered that if you
give yourself enough runway,

build up some speed,

and flap your arms like so...

It should take the bump out of the landing.

Alternatively, there is another
option for the less adventurous.

- (button clicks)
- (line whirring)

- (dramatic music)
- It's, er, called a zipline.

(line whirring)

SID: The zipline takes us to where our ATVs are hidden.

(motor revving)

BRONCO: Then there's the matter of getting to the harbour

as quickly as possible.

SID: And like with the other routes,

we'll need to time and rehearse this too.

Do it again!

(engine revving)

(motorbike revving)

- (tires screeching)
- (engine idling)

- What happened there?
- I can do better.

- Go on. Fuck off.
- (motorbike revving)

Jesus! Fuck!

Door.

Four minutes.

(rifle fires)

Four feet to the left.

(rifle fires)

MORENO: Three feet to the left.

(chain rattling)

- (rifle fires)
- Two feet to the left.

(mine beeps)

(rifle fires)

Bingo.

(engine revving)

(motorbike revving)

Do it again.

(dramatic music)

Four minutes.

Not too shabby.

Let's go again.

- (gunfire)
- (motorbike revving)

MORENO: Argh, dammit!

2:59. Got it.

- Aaargh!
- (blades whirring)

Three, two, one...

(gun firing)

Not bad.

- (gunfire)
- (motorbikes revving)

In contingency, if the north evac fails

and we have pursuing vehicles,

we lead them into a banana pie.

There'll be one vehicle and two bikes.

Bikes will peel off and ram's horn behind the pursuers.

(motorbikes revving)

You're gonna dig a hole in the floor.

Question.

What are we digging with?

With your finger.

Or you could use an excavator.

(engine chugging)

BRONCO: You put the crank arm twenty yards to the right.

Dusty trap doors to snag enemy traffic.

(pickaxe smashes)

(grunting)

- Aargh...
- BRONCO: We drive over.

I'll jump out and trigger.

(thudding)

We'll lose at least one down the hole

and then whatever's left, I'll hose off

with the help of the two bikes.

I'll take Mum and continue to the west evac.

Did the picture make things clear?

GROUP: Crystal.

The only time Rachel's going to be vulnerable

is in transit between the hotel and the villa.

If she insists on stopping for ice cream,

we will not be able to stop her.

So, Gucci, you get the drone up

and everyone else, invisible but useful.

We do not want them knowing about the full team

and if they come for a bite,

I want them to lose their fucking teeth.

We know the evac points.

Speed is our priority.

But because there's three new routes,

because it is unknown territory,

because it is his island

and because we are outnumbered ten to one,

we are going to keep rehearsing.

And by rehearse,

he means tick every box.

(engine revving)

Tick every tock.

(motorbike revving)

Lube every wheel.

(brakes screeching)

Lick every stamp.

And steal every inch until all of those routes are ours.

SID: We need to be one step ahead of Salazar.

BRONCO: We need to know his movements.

We need to hear his conversations.

SID: We need ears in the penthouse suite.

BRONCO: We can only do this before he knows

that we're on his island.

Dunne will check out the access routes.

SID: Moreno and Baker will recce the hotel's rear exits.

BRONCO: Sidney and I will casually enter the lobby.

SID: Bronco will have a heart attack

- to distract the hotel manager.
- (gasping)

BRONCO: She will then kindly donate her skeleton key.

SID: Bronco will then recover.

- And then Sid will inform her...
- It's low blood sugar.

Just needs a sweetie.

And then my husband and I will make our way

to the penthouse suite.

Whilst Gucci cuts the cameras.

GUCCI: Cameras are down.

(suspenseful music)

Cameras are off.

(statue clunks)

Shh.

Hear no evil.

Get it in.

I think I know what I'm doing.

Three exits.

Door we came in,

fire escape...

Or over the edge for a neck breaker.

If anything relevant is said there,

or if Salazar loses his patience,

we should know about it

and we get Rachel off the island.

If they open fire, we fire back and we do not miss.

If and when Salazar's police force turn up,

we make them pay.

How exactly do you wanna handle that?

Oh, you're gonna handle that.

You're gonna plant engine killers under their cars.

If anyone ends up in that station,

we need to know how to get them out of that station.

And if I recall correctly, it's your turn to take the tour.

(plaza chatter)

Your boys are here.

They look very athletic.

It's only one night.

Don't overdo it, as you're prone to.

And remember,

I love you.

('La Cucaracha' plays in background)

Wait for me.

- One more thing...
- Shhh...

Write it in a letter.

But I don't write.

No, not the sombrero.

Oy-oy!

Aah...

La cucaracha...

SID: Sing along with me!

(slurring) La cucaracha (phone ringing)

La cucaracha...

- RACHEL: Are you ready?
- Yeah, we're ready.

- Is it time?
- Yeah, you should get out here.

Did you get me somewhere nice to stay?

Oh, it's a marble palace.

Frette sheets and gold shitters.

- Liar.
- Whatever you're gonna be

sleeping in is a hell of a lot more comfortable

than where Sidney's gonna be sleeping tonight.

Yo! Hey!

Right now, he's er, pissing

on policeman's boots.

Did you get what you need from Wolfgang?

It's coming.

I just have one more thing to do. I'll see you soon.

SID: La cucaracha... Your turn, ladies!

- La cucarach...
- Hey! Hey!

RACHEL: They're ready. Let's get him to the island.

Let's make this personal.

Let's take his toys.

The jet and the boat.

He'll be flying to the island on that jet.

Oh, he's a clever boy. He'll find a way.

Let's go back to court.

The court approves seizure of personal assets

belonging to Manuel Salazar.

Objection, Your Honor!

Overruled!

RACHEL: First, they'll ground his plane

under international law.

Horowitz! I'm standing outside my jet

and being told it no longer belongs to me!

Y-Yes, of-of course it's your jet.

It's just a technical issue.

Why can't I fly? It's my fucking jet!

It's been impounded under international law.

Since when did I give a fuck about international law?

And there's a-a little more. You, you...

I think you might need to brace yourself.

And then I'll impound his boat under maritime law.

- He won't even let me on board.
- My boat! My fucking boat!

Now I'll have his attention.

You don't need to worry. I am confident

that we will get them back... in court.

SALAZAR: We are not going to court.

I want to look her in the eye.

Set up a meeting on the island.

- (door clanking)
- Vamos.

(door creaks, clunks shut)

- (clipboard clunks)
- (background chatter)

(handcuffs clunk)

(door rattles)

What took you so long?

I may have overdone it when I pissed on his boots.

Got any news?

I, er... don't belong to you anymore.

I don't care about that.

(suspenseful music)

Cameras?

They're connected but they're unsophisticated.

Guards?

Give or take 12 and about 20 across the road.

- Guns?
- Yeah. Plenty.

Is there any way in the back?

Well, you gotta blow a hole through the wall.

Next time, you're gonna spend the night in the cell.

Nah, you're a soldier. And you're good with the boys.

Yeah, you're right. They'd eat you alive.

Ooh! On second thought...

- (suspenseful music)
- (engine starts)

I picked up their signal on the way in.

Abracadabra.

You've got more tricks than a clown's pocket

and you smell like a wizard's sleeve.

(suspenseful music)

Here's our police station. These are our cells.

We can't go in the cell wall

because it's surrounded by another wall

and it's covered by cameras.

So, we have to go inside if we
want to get somebody outside.

We can go out the back wall.

It's got no cameras and we can drive straight up to it.

- Ah.
- Drone's found

a nosy visitor, Sir.

Who do we have here?

Oh, ten points if you can guess.

- You gotta give me a clue.
- Big.

- Elephant.
- Bearded.

- Bearded elephant?
- Red.

Red bearded elephant?

Salazar's head of security.

Shall we go say hello?

Nah, I think you're doing a good enough job.

SID: Phase three. Conference with an enemy.

(dramatic music)

Majesty.

Captain Sensible.

(dramatic music)

Here. This is for you.

Oh... this isn't about to get awkward, is it?

Just put it on.

(gasps)

Sidney... It's beautiful. Thank you.

Is there anything in it?

There's a thing in the thing.

If you hold down the button, no matter where you are

in the world, I'll find you.

RACHEL: I know when mistakes are made, you need insurance.

Bronco and Sid are mine.

(yells in Thai)

(bars rattling)

(cell door creaking)

With men like these, you can't buy loyalty.

It must be earned.

Don't say a word. Follow me.

And I earned that a hundred jobs ago

when I broke them out of a prison in Chiang Mai.

- Are we being followed?
- Yep.

- Do we care?
- No.

Is there a reason why we're driving so slow?

Dangerous things happen to people who drive too fast.

And I wouldn't want them to get in an accident.

- (suspenseful music)
- (engine revving)

(tires screeching)

- Hello.
- Ma'am.

- Mr. Beauregard.
- Sir.

So, marble palace, Frette sheets, golden shitter?

Oh no, that's for the kids.

For you, ma'am, we have 100% electric RV,

organic sheets and a compostable toilet.

Let me give you a tour.

Kids.

Ma'am.

- (dramatic music)
- (blades whirring)

(blades whirring)

(engines humming)

We start at 350.

Nudge it to four if we have to.

- I think you should start...
- (distortion)

RACHEL: Gucci, any news?

Ma'am, it sounds like their final number is 400.

RACHEL: That's not gonna cut it.

(engine humming)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

Señor Salazar. Rachel Wild.

Miss Wild.

My client is prepared to increase the previous offer.

Well, we're not losing any time then.

Mr. Salazar is offering $350 million

to wrap this up today.

Well, I'm prepared to be here till midnight

to find a way through this challenge.

But, in the spirit of brevity, throw a sharper dart.

Four hundred.

You won't get any more than that.

Mr. Salazar, we agreed to stick to the...

- Shut up, Horowitz.
- Oh.

Well, the games begin.

We move from the tail to the dog.

You crossed the line, Miss Wild. You play dirty.

For the first time in 15 years I travelled to this meeting

in a jet that didn't belong to me.

Why? Because someone didn't respect the rules of the game.

Someone thought they were clever.

But there is a line separating business wealth

and personal assets.

Spencer Goldstein invested in my business,

not in my personal space.

But you have marched an army across that line.

Oh... wait.

I have an image.

Of a maiden in distress clutching her pearls.

I too have an image.

But I would not be a gentleman if I shared it with you.

The debt is a billion dollars.

I'm just here to help you

facilitate in any way I can

you satisfying that obligation.

I am conscious of the small print and I don't want you

to incur surcharges, penalties, interest.

I'm also known to be a rather effective nuisance.

Your blade has reached its hilt.

You can't cut any deeper.

Take what's on the table and fuck off.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

RACHEL: Fuck... I need a drink.

(phone ringing)

- RACHEL: Glover?
- Boss.

I need more information. I can't get him to budge.

We don't have the leverage and he knows it.

GLOVER: (sighs) Look, unless Wolfgang opens up more files,

we've bottomed out.

I want a beer.

SID: Understood.

We're making a quick pit stop.

- DUNNE: What are we doing?
- Boss wants a beer.

DUNNE: Hell of a time for a fuckin' beer.

- Arrivederci, mon amour.
- Don't have too much fun.

(door shuts, opens)

SID: Mum and Bronco are heading into the café.

Let's secure the perimeter. Gucci, get the drone up.

MORENO: Just pulled up.

DUNNE: Are we all invited for a beer?

- SID: Dunne, what's your ETA?
- I'm a minute out.

BRONCO: Reserved a table in the back for us.

How romantic.

SID: Dunne, on your arrival,

cover the east side of the square.

- Copy.
- Hm...

Gucci, how we looking?

Checking now.

A lot of movement coming towards the café.

- Buenas. ¿Qué les ponemos?
- Dos cervezas, por favor.

Perfecto.

- BRONCO: How are we doing, Sid?
- Starting to smell a bit fishy.

DUNNE: See those two muppets entering the café now?

They were at Salazar's hotel.

Bronco, two of Salazar's guests joining you.

SID: Do you have them?

BRONCO: Yeah, got eyes on 'em.

(suspenseful music)

Well, this might be more complex than I thought.

Well, you like complex.

GUCCI: Sid, there's two more entering the bar.

Okay.

SID: Bronco, two new customers. Side door. Bar area.

Do you have eyes on?

Eyes on.

GUCCI: Two more hostiles outside the bar.

Bronco, it's getting congested.

- SID: Baker, you take the bar.
- Baker, you're on.

I'm bringing the car to the rear of the café.

Right.

SID: Bronco, you're taking her

out the back door.

BAKER: Approaching bar entrance.

- Thank you.
- Just gonna borrow this.

(bar chatter)

(clears throat)

SID: Bronco, how are we looking in there?

Yeah, we got two in the lobby,
we've got one in the back bar

and one in the corridor.

Do we have a problem?

Hm... more of a challenge than a problem.

Hush puppies on, we keep this quiet.

MORENO: Copy.

Mexico, you've got two bogies coming from behind you.

MORENO: I'm on 'em.

- Eyes on, Guch?
- Two more incoming.

DUNNE: It's an entire fucking football team.

- Dunne, stand by.
- (motorbike revving)

Anyone else's pants getting tighter?

Gucci, sit rep?

Four sitting out front.

Four inside.

Sidney, the back door's still clear.

SID: I'll leave the car running at the back door.

Entering the rear of the building.

GUCCI: Got an Escalade inbound.

BAKER: There's at least six on board.

MORENO: By my count, that's 14 unfriendlies.

BRONCO: You set out there?

Yep, ready when you are.

SID: They'll be going for an extraction.

Moving to the kitchen entrance. On your command, Bronco.

Alright. I'm gonna take the two in the lobby.

BRONCO: Sid, you take the back bar.

Baker, take the corridor.

(suspenseful music)

Weapons are free.

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

- (chair scrapes)
- (silencer gunshots)

- (screaming)
- BRONCO: Two down. Lobby clear.

- SID: Kitchen clear.
- BAKER: Bar clear.

- (screaming)
- Let's go.

BRONCO: Gucci, are we good?

Bronco, back door's clear. Go.

GUCCI: They're exiting the Escalade.

- DUNNE: Go out the rear.
- (gunshots)

MORENO: Engaging front entrance.

- (gunfire)
- (screaming)

- BAKER: They're down!
- (gunfire)

SID: Escalade, clear. Baker?

(gunfire)

BAKER: Clear.

BRONCO: Extracting Mom now.

(screaming, panicking)

SID: Good shooting. Let's pack this up.

(shouting, panicking)

(dramatic music)

GUCCI: Bronco, you've got two on a scooter.

(scooter revving)

- (gunshots)
- (crashing)

(gunshots)

- Bronco's clear.
- Let's go.

Get in. Lay down.

(dramatic music)

SID: Gucci, let's get out of here.

GUCCI: Pulling up.

Bronco, we good?

We're good. Mom's secure. Rendezvous at the villa.

(engine revving)

SID: Gucci, back to the villa.

No wheelspins, no speeding, don't run any red lights.

Dunne, if anyone tries to stop you, shoot them in the face.

(engines revving)

(suspenseful music)

It didn't work.

W-What didn't work?

Fourteen men.

- Fourteen men?
- Fourteen.

What do you mean, "fourteen men"?

Don't tell me you've fallen into her trap.

(suspenseful music)

HOROWITZ: If you tried to kill her,

she'll get an emergency injunction.

That will turn us upside down.

Legally, they'll be able to see everything.

Get Wolfgang on the phone, now.

(phone vibrating)

(phone vibrating)

GLOVER: Boss?

Glover, talk to me.

Wolfgang's moving assets. Big assets.

GLOVER: They're panicking.

(dramatic music)

I think we've got him.

Glover, I fucking love you.

Listen to me, this is what you're gonna do.

Connect the assets to his hidden businesses.

Attach them to his name and shut them down.

We can crack the code and read the cipher.

If we cut off his income streams, he'll have no choice

but to come back to the table and pay the full billion.

If you're all in, we're all in.

But if you want out, we can get you out.

Right now.

We're staying.

Sidney, the gift you gave Wolfgang

is the gift that kept on giving.

What started with a drip ended in a deluge.

Now I know what Salazar's got and where he's hiding it.

And my lawyers are gonna freeze, seize and bleed him dry.

The court approves the application to seek

international attachment orders.

(gavel bangs)

RACHEL: He'll be fucked.

Next, Skyecill, chemical manufacturing.

Turnover $1.1 billion.

JUDGE: Look at the evidence,
Mr. Horowitz. It's unambiguous.

The court approves the application to seek

international attachment orders.

(gavel bangs)

(speaking Spanish)

RACHEL: The panic will set in.

Primostar Telecom. His first company.

$800 million in assets. His walls will close in.

A worldwide freezing order will be put in place

with immediate effect.

HOROWITZ: Objection, Your Honor.

Denied. Motion is granted.

RACHEL: By now, they'll know there's a leak.

JUDGE: I repeat, the motion to lift

the corporate veil is granted.

And finally, Arkon, digital start-up.

Cash reserve of $385 million.

- Freeze...
- (dramatic music)

- Fuck...
- (arguing)

- And seize.
- (padlock clanks)

The motion to lift the corporate veil is granted.

- Objection!
- Denied.

- Objection, Your Honor!
- Denied!

RACHEL: It was only a question of time before they found

the Trojan rat.

But by now,

we have everything I need.

You have no idea how much this

is going to cost both of us.

(suspenseful music)

(speaking Spanish)

(phone ringing)

Horowitz. What do you want?

My client would like to see you.

Now.

What, now, now?

Yes, now, now. That means... now.

I'll be there when I'm ready.

(suspenseful music)

Back into the lion's den.

Well, thanks to you, there's less lions.

(footsteps)

Miss Wild. I hear there was a regrettable incident.

Well, regrettable for some.

As I'm sure Horowitz has explained to you.

Once you try to kill me,

you've crossed a legal Rubicon

you can't come back from.

Now, unless you want me to choke off the oxygen

to any more of the ancillary appendages you possess,

you'll pay the full ticket and you'll pay it today.

You can have 800.

What the fuck? I don't want eight,

I want the full fucking yard!

And I want my boat and my jet back.

Ooh, a billionaire without his toys.

An embarrassing paradox! Get the fuck over it!

Know when you've won, Miss Wild. Take the deal.

No! The deal is you pay a billion dollars.

For all your chest banging, have you recovered

even a single penny of the debt?

No.

You'll accept the deal, take the 800

and return my possessions.

You know I've seen behind the curtain.

You have no more secrets.

So do you really want me to resurrect all the bodies

you've been hiding?

Because I will let slip the dogs of administrative war

and I'll share the exact location of all those corpses

with every single investor you've burned previously.

And it won't be me coming for a billion.

It'll be them coming for five.

(suspenseful music)

The billion.

And you give everything back.

We're done here.

(footsteps)

Pay the bitch.

Your job was to make sure nothing like this could happen.

(ominous music)

I'm letting you go, William.

Olsson will take you to the airport.

(sinister music)

(sirens blaring)

(phone ringing)

Rachel. How can I help?

It's done.

What exactly?

Salazar's agreed to pay the full amount.

That's exactly what Braxton said.

Now, there's only two reasons

why that little red phone could ring.

One, you're being fired.

Two, you're being congratulated for the brilliant agent

you hired to help you recoup your unrecoupable debt.

If it does, Rachel, I will be very impressed.

No, when it does, you'll return everything we seized.

Contractually that includes the jet and the boat.

- Am I clear?
- Crystal. Consider it done.

Now, keep looking even harder
at the phone you're looking at.

Ring, ring. Mazel-tov, motherfucker.

(phone snaps shut)

So, as I was saying...

(phone ringing)

- Bobby.
- Mr. Goldstein.

Congratulations.

(phone clicks)

(suspenseful music)

Bobby, are we really going to fall out

over a hundred million? Call me back.

(dial tone)

Getting money out of Salazar
was a stimulating game of chess

compared to dealing with Spencer Goldstein.

You always said they could never be trusted.

(water pouring)

(ominous music)

Who's that?

We're a thousand miles from anywhere.

- Are we expecting anyone?
- No.

Rashid?

Rashid!

(ominous music)

Wait there. Rashid?

Rashid...

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

Shereen!

Shereen!

Shereen!

(wind gusting)

(engine humming)

Hello, my lovely.

(watch ticking)

(dramatic music)

(sirens blaring)

(music playing faintly)

(treadmill whirring)

(footsteps)

(treadmill whirring)

(fumbling)

Who the fuck are you?

- (Bobby gasping)
- (treadmill beeps)

You can't just walk into my office!

Oh yes, we can.

I've got security cameras.

There are people watching.

No, there aren't.

(Bobby gasping)

So, who are you?

What do you want?

Salazar's taken Rachel.

Oh... all right.

You're her boys, I see. Well, that's kind of sweet.

It's being handled.

Everything's being handled.

How... exactly?

We're dealing with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs,

we're talking to the State Department,

we're dealing with the Spanish police.

It's a... it's a highly complex and evolving situation.

So, you're doing nothing.

Look, we all just have to be patient

and Salazar will get his toys back.

Rachel gets released. She gets paid...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(suspenseful music)

So, you're telling me that she got you your money back

and she still hasn't been paid?

That's not very nice.

Look, you stick to the dancing

and I'll do the thinking.

Don't be cute.

Nothing is as simple as it seems.

Yes, it is.

(suspenseful music)

Pay your debts.

(door slams)

(footsteps)

Miss Wild, we made an agreement.

I kept my side.

Spencer Goldstein have not.

No, it's not that simple.

They have something really valuable to me.

Now I have something valuable to them.

No, you... you don't.

Even if they knew that I'm here, well, they wouldn't care.

It won't register.

I'm worth less to them than a stray dog.

Quite brilliantly, you're worth billions.

But they manage trillions.

If they owned New York City, you'd just be a...

a hot dog stand.

Holding me gets you nowhere.

And they're never going to pay you.

They haven't even paid me.

(suspenseful music)

We'll see.

(chair scrapes)

You will find a way to make them.

Otherwise parts of you are going to start turning up

in their New York office.

This is my island, Rachel.

My police, my law.

I have an entire army to make sure

no-one's coming to save you.

(suspenseful music)

(boat engine humming)

(suspenseful music)

The tracker's saying she's still at the police station?

JAVIER: She's there. It's confirmed.

BRONCO: Are we still set for Plan A?

JAVIER: Yes, everything is still in place.

I've put the engine killers back on the police cars.

I've got the zipline working.

The spikes are back in their original place.

So are the landmines. Even the trap.

- (trap clanking)
- (dirt spilling)

SID: Have the numbers changed?

JAVIER: Salazar has increased security,

so be prepared to improvise.

There's an extra unit at the hotel.

One mobile patrol and around 20 men at the station.

Now they change shift, so there's a perfect time to go.

But I warn you, these guys are professional

and they're ready for trouble.

Hey. Do you wanna change first?

- (doors shut)
- (engine starts)

(engine humming)

BRONCO: We'll lead in the police car.

Moreno, Baker, you take the back roads in the Jeep.

Gucci and Dunne, you take the RIB to the airfield.

Everybody clear how we're doing this?

- MORENO: Yes, Sir.
- Stealth.

Armory. Rachel. Exit the way we came in.

And Moreno, you've got up front.

- Keep eyes out for any movement.
- Copy.

We'll rendezvous with Dunne and Gucci at the airfield.

Dunne, you'll have Rachel in the
air eight minutes from pick-up.

- Got it.
- Gucci, you've got Sid.

Then everybody else with me providing cover.

And when they are airborne, we fall back to the west evac.

GUCCI: Copy that.

MORENO: Approaching the rear of the police station.

(dramatic music)

Dropping off Baker to stand by.

- Bronco, Sid, what's your ETA?
- BRONCO: Thirty seconds out.

MORENO: Copy.

MORENO: That's Baker on foot.

(dramatic music)

BRONCO: Twenty seconds out.

DUNNE: Moving into position for
surveillance of the front door.

BRONCO: Ten seconds out.

MORENO: Still quiet out front, boys.

Couple of tangos idling. Shouldn't be a problem.

- BRONCO: We're pulling up.
- MORENO: Copy. Eyes on.

(dramatic music)

(police station chatter)

Ch-ch!

(repeats in Spanish) Manos arriba!

(dramatic music)

MORENO: All quiet, no movement out front.

(police station chatter)

(gun clicks)

(dramatic music)

Oh...

(repeats in Spanish) Manos... arriba.

Manos arriba. Arriba.

Don't fuckin' think about it.

- (gun thuds)
- Uh!

(dramatic music)

We've got incoming, boys.

One car approaching the compound.

Pulling up now.

(doors rattling)

He's sitting in the car.

I'll let you know when he exits.

(suspenseful music)

Still no movement.

Stand against the wall and stay there.

(guards chatting)

(suspenseful music)

Still good on the front door.

(guards chatting)

- (guards chatter)
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

- Ugh!
- (in Spanish) Manos arriba.

Up! You too.

MORENO: Three officers coming in the side door.

Ten seconds out.

(suspenseful music)

Five seconds out.

(guards chatting)

You've got two more coming through the front door.

- Bronco, more incoming.
- It's on you.

(in Spanish) Manos arriba.

¡Manos arriba!

Uh, uh, uh...

Don't fuckin' do it.

- Fuck it!
- (gunfire)

- (glass smashing)
- (gunfire)

You got incoming, boys. It's starting to get busy.

BRONCO: We can't get out the front!

SID: Baker, stand by for plan B.

- (alarm ringing)
- (guards shouting)

- (gunfire)
- (glass smashing)

(alarm ringing)

(gunfire, shouting)

SID: Blow the back door!

(explosion)

- (alarm ringing)
- Oh, my God.

- Come on.
- Okay.

(shouting, gunfire)

BAKER: Move, move, move!

- (guards shouting)
- (alarm ringing)

(dramatic music)

(gunfire)

SID: Moreno, get the fucking car around!

MORENO: Movin'!

- (alarm ringing)
- (guards shouting)

- (engine revving)
- (brakes screeching)

- (alarm ringing)
- (guards shouting)

SID: Okay. Let's go.

(engine revving)

BRONCO: Dunne, we are en route to the airfield.

Get the gyros ready.

(engine revving)

(guards shouting)

- (engines revving)
- (sirens blaring)

- (engines revving)
- (sirens blaring)

They got the girl.

What do you mean, "They got the girl"?

They broke her out of prison

and they're trying to leave the island.

Well, stop them!

(suspenseful music)

And get her back!

(dramatic music)

If we wanna strand them, now's our chance.

- (gunfire)
- (sirens blaring)

- (glass smashes)
- Uh!

- (gunfire)
- (sirens blaring)

(bullets clatter)

(explosions)

Ah!

- (tires screeching)
- (engine revving)

(guards shouting)

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

(drone whirring)

(guards shouting)

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

Gucci, we are inbound.

(engine revving)

Stay in the car.

(engine revving)

- Moreno...
- On it!

SUV incoming!

(dramatic music)

Drone! Drone! Drone!

- Get the fuck outta there!
- Dunne!

- Everyone down!
- (explosion)

Dunne! Dunne!

Argh!

(dramatic music)

(gunfire)

- BRONCO: Argh!
- (gunfire)

(glass shattering)

(gunfire)

- (explosion)
- (gunfire)

- (gunfire)
- (tires screeching)

- (shouting)
- (gunfire)

Gucci, Moreno, get to the bikes!

On it. Let's go!

Change of plan! West evac.

MORENO: We can't do that. There's another team incoming.

SID: Then we'll lose them in the banana pie.

Baker, eyes out. Keep us covered.

- (motorbikes revving)
- (dramatic music)

BAKER: I've got eyes on. They're one kilometer out.

(dramatic music)

(motorbikes revving)

(motorbikes revving)

BRONCO: Gucci, Moreno, peel off and prepare to ram's horn.

MORENO: Copy.

(motorbikes revving)

SID: Baker, hold your fire.

Wait 'til they're deep in the trap.

- (shouting)
- (gunfire)

(motorbikes revving)

MORENO: A hundred feet out.

SID: Ram's horn, now!

MORENO: Turning now.

(motorbikes revving)

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

- (gunfire)
- Argh!

- (crash)
- (motorbike revving)

(dramatic music)

SID: Baker, hold them back.

(gunfire)

Bronco, stopping in three, two, one...

SID: Bronco's out.

Opening the pit.

(lever clunks)

(mechanism creaking)

Ah, fuck.

BRONCO: Pit don't open.

Bronco, I'm running out of road here!

Make it fucking open!

(gunfire)

- (lever clunks)
- (shouting, gunfire)

- (clanking, crashing)
- Aaargh!

- (loud thud)
- Aaargh!

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(motorbikes revving)

(shouting, gunfire)

- (motorbikes revving)
- (gunfire)

- (gunfire)
- (screaming)

Argh!

(motorbike revving)

(motorbike revving)

SID: Bronco, are you good?

We're good. See you at the villa.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Don't worry. There's 70 of us and six of them.

Let's go!

(blades whirring)

Gucci, drone.

- Baker, jack-in-the-box.
- Copy.

Moreno, you'll be with me. South side.

Aye aye, Sir.

We hold them off, draw them in,

rig this place and blow the nest.

(drone whirring)

- (gun clicks)
- GUCCI: Drone is live.

(suspenseful music)

Three vehicles on the west side.

Three hundred yards out.

Stinger, now.

- (chain rattling)
- (tires burst)

- (shouting)
- (tires screeching)

(shouting)

Twelve on foot coming your way, Sid.

They're heading over the ridge.

Two vehicles, east road.

Coming towards you, Bronco.

- (dramatic music)
- Baker.

- (beep)
- (explosion)

- (crashing)
- (shouting)

First car is down!

GUCCI: Sid, they're cresting the ridge.

- Moreno?
- Ready.

- Engage.
- (gunfire)

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

(background gunfire)

(gun fires)

(gunfire)

GUCCI: Truck incoming, east side!

Another SUV, south east.

MORENO: Tactical with an M60 on their back.

BAKER: I'll clear up.

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

(gun fires)

- Baker, open the hole!
- Yes, Sir!

- (suspenseful music)
- (gunfire)

(hatch clunks)

- (shouting)
- (gunfire)

Moreno, on your right!

The hole's clear!

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

Gucci, Moreno, go ahead,

set up the zipline!

- SID: Move!
- Moving.

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

GUCCI: Covering. Sid, move!

- (gunfire)
- (dramatic music)

MORENO: Gucci, let's go!

SID: Check the route is clear. Leave our ATV running.

GUCCI: Yes, Sir.

BAKER: Move! Move it!

- (gunfire)
- Move!

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

- How you doing, Baker?
- All good.

- (beep)
- Charges are set. We're ready.

MORENO: Evac's clear.

(gunfire)

Bronco. Getting meat sweats.

Shall we ring the bell?

(pin jangles)

- Thinking so.
- (gas grenade discharges)

(shouting)

(zipline buzzing)

(gun fires)

MORENO: Sid, zipline's up.

Bronco, Mum, let's go.

Get Mom out of here. I'll catch you up.

No, it's too hot.

Don't fuck around. I'll stay.

The plan was you two with Mom.

Someone needs to stay and press the fucking buttons.

- Baker!
- Don't fuck around!

- (dramatic music)
- (shouting)

(gunfire)

Bronco...

Two minutes, Baker.

I'll be there.

Two minutes.

SID: Time to go.

(gunfire)

Rachel, stay close.

- (shouting)
- (gunfire)

Sid!

(gunfire)

Argh!

Stay covered.

(gunfire)

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

MORENO: Your ATV's running. We're heading to the port.

¡Vamos! ¡Vamos!

(shouting)

- (pin jangles)
- (cannister hissing)

(cannister hissing)

SID: Bronco, we need to move.

BRONCO: Baker, what's your status?

- Baker?
- I'm on my way!

BRONCO: Baker, that's two minutes. It's time to go.

I said I'm on my way.

(gunfire)

BRONCO: Get out the front, the tunnel's compromised.

- (motorbikes revving)
- (shouting)

- (shouting)
- (gunfire)

Aargh!

Damn it, Baker! Come in! What are you doing?

I'll meet you at the extraction point.

(shouting)

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

- BRONCO: Baker!
- I'm right behind ya.

You're not fucking behind me, Baker!

Get out of there! That's an order!

That's an order!

Fuck!

Fuck. Just get Mom off the island.

BRONCO: What are you doing?

Don't you do it! Don't you fucking do it!

Baker! Baker!

(huge explosion)

(explosion rumbling, echoing)

(dramatic music)

(zipline whirring)

(hook clips)

(zipline whirring)

(gunfire)

Aargh!

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

Uh!

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

(zipline whirring)

(dramatic music)

- (shouting)
- (gunfire)

Rachel, with me! Sid, let's go!

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

(dramatic music)

(engine idling, revving)

BRONCO: Moreno, Gucci,

we're two minutes from the dock.

MORENO: Copy. We're ready to go.

(dramatic music)

(engine revving)

(helicopter whirring)

(engine revving)

- (gunfire)
- Ah!

(gunfire)

(helicopter whirring)

- Ah... urgh!
- (missile launches)

- (explosion)
- Shit!

(explosions)

(gunfire)

- (missile launches)
- (explosion)

(helicopter whirring)

(engine revving)

- (missile launches)
- (explosion)

(engine revving)

Go around again!

(dramatic music)

Range?

Wait.

I said, "range."

I said, "wait."

(helicopter whirring)

Three hundred. Er, wait, 275.

- Make your mind up.
- 250. Ram it, Janet.

(clicking)

(missile launches)

- (missile whizzing)
- Aaah!

(explosion)

(helicopter whirring)

(crashing)

(dramatic music)

(explosion)

- (engine revving)
- (tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

Come on.

Baker?

No.

Take her to the boat.

We'll catch you up.

(dramatic music)

- (city humming)
- (sirens blaring)

I thought I'd stop by on my way out.

No hard feelings, I hope?

Ah, I've been paid.

So, everyone's happy.

Well, not, not quite, actually. I've come from upstairs.

So I see.

Seems like the whole Salazar debacle continues to unfurl.

Why do I care?

No-one knows where he is. He disappeared.

We'll catch you up.

(chatting in Spanish)

(chatting in Spanish)

Hey!

(questions in Spanish)

(questions in Spanish)

(questions angrily in Spanish)

(spits out lid)

(tapping)

(in Spanish) Mierda...

(suspenseful music)

(doors thud)

(gurney clunking)

(engine revving)

(engines revving)

RACHEL: You crossed the line, Bobby.

You should have taken your out while you had the chance.

I solved this problem for you,

but you got greedy and made a mess of it.

So, Sid and Bronco are now going to solve it their way.

Someone needs to wear it.

Someone needs to be buried.

It's not gonna be me.

RACHEL: Well, let's just hope Salazar doesn't turn up,

because if he does, he'll turn state evidence

on Spencer Goldstein

for funding a criminal organisation.

Welcome to Miami, Mr. Salazar.

Who the fuck is Mr. Salazar?

I'm Mr. Smith.

As long as that little red phone doesn't ring,

I'm sure you'll be fine.

Love you, Bobby.

(suspenseful music)

- (phone ringing)
- (suspenseful music plays)