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I shot Idrisi.

Twice.

One in the chest, one in the head.

There's no way
he's getting back up from that.

- That's not what the intel's saying.
- "Intel"?

We're talking about the incomplete
recording of a goddamn phone call.

And we don't know if that's true.

The military confirmed it.
It's been headline news.

I hope he is alive.

I could happily
hunt him down every day

for the rest of my life.

Just got a hit on Lowry.

She's moving in on the home
of Johannes Krieger.

He's the CEO of Octagon.

- A private military company.
- I came across him in Iraq.

He's involved in some
real shady shit, that guy.

Rendition flights. Black sites.

So now we're saying
Idrisi's in a prison somewhere?

Did everybody lose their collective
minds while I wasn't looking?

I'd like to know where we're getting
this intel on Lowry from.

That's on a need-to-know basis,

and several levels
above your clearance.

Right now, you need to focus on
the task at hand.

She's already one step ahead of us.
Krieger's compound. Move.

Yes, ma'am.

If we get eyes on the target,
let me take the shot this time.

You're late.

I know what you're thinking.
It's just three minutes.

A lot can happen in 180 seconds.

Empires can rise.

They can fall too.

Lives can change forever.

Head up!

Yeah. That's it.

Don't stop on my account.

Make better life choices.

Make sure the perimeter stays secure.

If it's money you want,
I can make arrangements.

If all I wanted was money,
Mr. Krieger,

I'd take your art collection
and retire to a beach somewhere.

I'm not interested in material gain.

I want to know where Omair Idrisi is.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

God, it's true. I swear.

I received a phone call
saying that he was alive.

Held on a black site.

They didn't know where it was,
but they knew who ran it.

Octagon. Your company.

Now, I just need to know the truth.

And then I'm gone.

Is he alive or not?

Eyes on two tangos by the pool.

Krieger's men are down.

Yeah, looks like
Lowry's team beat us to it.

It's true. He's alive.

Where is he?

I know who's in the
black sites, but not where they are.

We outsource the setups.

Rachel Sheridan, a contractor.

Where do I find her?

You won't.
She lives not to be found.

We're in position. Move in.

No.

Don't shoot. I'm with you.

I'm the informant. MI6, MI6!

Bullshit you are.

Weapon on the ground.

Searching.

I wouldn't worry, mate.
If this guy shoots you,

you'll be up and around
in a couple of days.

Nice, Mac, real classy.

Clear.

Where's Lowry?

- She left us little people behind.
- We'll check the house.

Volkan Haratian. Call it in, MI6.

Call it in.

See if this bullshit checks out.

Dead?

- Dead.
- Shit.

All right, so we got nothing.

Maybe he's got files, intel.

Yeah, or maybe this is all
just one big tin foil hat.

You believe in aliens, right?

Well, statistically, Mac,
the possibility of life

existing somewhere else
in the universe is pretty damn good.

But you don't believe a man
can survive a bomb or a bullet

because it hurts your pride.

No, because if he's alive,

it means that somebody is
fucking lying to us.

Now, it could be my people.

Could be your people.
Could be everybody.

And while I accept
that my government lies to me

on a daily fucking basis,
not about shit like this.

Not on this scale.

We'll take the laptop
and the hard drive.

See if Jensen can dig something up.

It's upside down.

How can you tell?

Come on, man, it's Kandinsky.
It's Russian.

The guy basically
created abstractionism.

He saw the artist as a visionary

who could usher in
the reality of tomorrow.

But could he draw a horse?

Mac.

Somebody liked to make home movies.

Volume.

Is he alive or not?

- It's true. He's alive.
- Where is he?

Come on, the guy's got a gun to his
head. He's gonna say anything.

We outsource the setups.

Rachel Sheridan, a contractor.

No.

Let's find Rachel Sheridan
and what she knows about Idrisi

before Jane Lowry does.

That's a recruitment campaign
to end them all.

The jihadi leader who comes
back from the dead...

An inspiration, a figurehead.

We need to speak
to Colonel Parker.

It was his men who found the body.

I'd rather not accuse a high-ranking
American officer of lying

without solid evidence.

We thought Lowry was finished.

Turns out she's only just begun.

Rachel Sheridan, ex-CIA
infrastructure specialist.

Helped design Guantanamo
before going into the private sector.

Stays off the grid
as much as she can.

So she gets paid to design
black sites for Octagon.

Technically, she just
modifies existing sites.

Foolproofs them.

- You know what I meant.
- Where do we find her?

We don't.

People like Sheridan disappear

so that people like us
can't track them down.

Nice work, Johnson.

I'm onto it, Sarge.

You withheld the information
about Volkan from us.

MI6 only shared his intel
on Jane's movements

on the proviso that
I kept it confidential.

Yet we're the ones
risking our lives out there.

There are things
you don't need to know, Captain.

We're all rattled by this.

If Idrisi is alive,

then that means
Colonel Parker lied to us.

Maybe even his own people.

This is a potentially
explosive situation.

What you did just there,
that was interesting.

- Anger then empathy.
- I'm sorry?

That's what you taught me
to do when dealing

with a hostile witness, isn't it?
And that's what you're doing now.

You even just switched
from "you" to "we,"

to get me on-side.

Or maybe I'm just having a fucking
conversation with you, Captain.

Save the mind games
for Volkan Haratian.

If you're with MI6,
why are you invading mansions?

Risking men.

Losing men.

She turned up,
insisting Idrisi is alive.

A fucking fairy tale,
and my men, they start to believe it.

I had no choice.

So you tip off MI6.
Make a little money.

Maybe wipe out Lowry in the meantime.

Win-win.

We'll pay twice
what MI6 was promising.

Go back to your people.
Lead us to Lowry.

What, you think she's just
waiting for you to find her?

No, but she'll find you.

And you give her to us.

I like the one
with the whales the best.

And The Wrath of Khan,
the one where you die.

"Live long and prosper."
It's beautiful.

He's making a joke about your name.

Volkan.

"Vulcan," you know, like Spock.

- Spock.
- No?

More of a Star Wars man?

I know who you are.

You're the ones who killed Omair.

And you sit there,
and you joke, and you laugh.

- All right, easy.
- I should fucking kill you both.

Shit people. Scum fucks.

Hey, hey. Calm down, all right?

I get it, you're angry.
Well, you made your choice.

You'll get your silver.

The minute you know
where Jane Lowry is...

Yeah, I know my task, Sergeant.

Ma'am, we're not gonna find Sheridan.
I did find Lila Hall, though.

- Who's that?
- That's Sheridan's daughter.

Sheridan kept her maiden name.
Hall is the father's surname.

American, deceased.

She moved to Europe a few years ago,
studying at university in Hamburg.

Works in a bar part-time.

Lowry's searching for Sheridan too.

That puts the daughter at risk.
Let's find her before they do.

- Yes, ma'am.
- What bar's she at?

Volkan, we thought you were dead.

I appreciate the concern.

Something you want to tell me, Kadir?

She said if you came back,
we had to take precautions.

She?

You are my people.

We are Idrisi's people.

No. No.

Shit. We got a problem.

Son of a bitch.

Did they make him?

Yeah, they made him.

Copy that.

I need you to rendezvous with Novin.

How did you get out of there?

I'm more concerned
about how British military

knew we were there
in the first place.

- Answer the question.
- Stop.

I'll talk. But only to you.

They let me go

because they want me to betray you.

Yeah.

Something must have made them think
you'd take the deal.

I was convincing.

No, you were honest.

You will betray me.

I understand that.

You've lost your faith.

Omair Idrisi is alive.

We find Rachel Sheridan,

we find my husband.

And I'll teach you to believe again.

Finally, some culture.

Okay, this is
a serious misrepresentation

of American frontier life.

- Any sign of Lila?
- Yeah, by the bar.

- I got this.
- Like you had Idrisi?

Listen to you,
the guy that can't let go.

Hey.

- Any chance of a beer?
- I'm on a break.

Is that Schopenhauer?

That's good stuff.

Seriously? He's an asshole.

Well, that's a little strong.

I mean, I consider the guy to be
somewhat of a personal hero.

He said women were
mostly suited for babysitting

because they're childish,
foolish, and shortsighted.

Okay, yeah, well,
granted he had some issues.

That nature strips them
of their beauty after they give birth

because it's not necessary
for them to breed anymore.

Yeah, okay, well, that...
That one is terrible.

It's my belief that the majority
of metaphysical philosophy was written

by unattractive men who were
terrified of the opposite sex.

I would like to buy you
a very big drink right now.

I don't drink at work.

Well, then maybe we could
talk about your mother, Lila.

I think you've made a mistake.

My name's Wyatt.
Sergeant Samuel Wyatt.

Right now, there's some
very dangerous people looking for her.

I'm here to help.

You can walk out
or security can throw you out.

Three amigos walking in.

Shall we?

Hola, hola.

- Please, give me a minute.
- Fuck your minute.

- Look, I'm sorry about this.
- Hey.

Get the girl! She's going!

Who sent you? Who sent you?

Take your goddamn hands off me.

Let's get you out of here.

Man!

They better not be
busting up the good shit.

- Yeah?
- Now!

All right, come in, come on.
Grab your stuff.

Get what you need. Make it quick.

What's this about?

Why is my mother
suddenly so important?

Your mother knows
where Omair Idrisi is.

You might wanna
check the news, soldier.

Idrisi is dead.

Yeah, I know. I was there.

In fact, I was the guy
that shot him. Twice.

And then a mountain came down
on top of him, but still...

- Here we are.
- Okay.

That's highly confidential
information, by the way.

But you understand why
your mother's in danger?

Fuck her. This is why
I keep my distance.

- Her life ruins mine.
- Yeah, I get that.

- Bet it gets tough.
- It's tough?

My father worked
for an American NGO in Syria.

When I was 13,
she turned him into a CIA mole

to collect information
from some colleagues,

political activists.

First Dad resisted.

But Mom always gets her own way.

One afternoon, those colleagues

drive him to the middle of nowhere
and put a bullet in his head.

Hey.

Sorry about your father.

If it's any consolation,
my mother signed me up

for a post-apocalyptic death cult
before my 10th birthday.

That actually sounds kinda cool.

I was kinda made to believe
that the world was ending

on a bimonthly basis.

After the fourth or fifth time
that shit gets a little stale.

But those first few times, right?

They must've been pretty exciting.

Yeah.

You never feel more alive
than when you're facing death.

Yeah.
You're a soldier, all right.

My fucking heart's beating
a hundred miles an hour.

Yeah, me too.

It's kinda scary, right?

One way of looking at it.

We got time.

Lila, I don't think...

Okay, we got time.

Okay.

Yeah, definitely a Schopenhauer fan.

Did you seriously think
I was just gonna fuck you?

Twenty minutes after
first meeting you?

It does happen.

Lila, look, please, you're in danger.

Yeah, guys with guns.
I gathered that.

Wait, no.
Lila, I'm just trying to protect you.

Why do they want me, Wyatt?

They're using you
to get to your mother.

And why do you want me?

It's not the same.

You all carry guns,
and you all think you're right.

Lila.

Lila, please... Lila!

G'day, love.

There he is.

Attaboy.

You're coming with me, little bunny.

- Now then...
- Hey.

Do you know where
your mother is, Lila?

Have you ever
met my mother, Colonel?

She tells me two things,
jack and shit.

Lila, you do know what's
at stake here, don't you?

Yeah, sure.
"Safety of the free world."

Omair Idrisi,
Jane Lowry, the boogeyman.

None of it is my concern.

This is what you people
don't understand.

You're part of this world. I'm not.

And I never wanted to be.

So fuck her, fuck you,
and let me go home.

Lila.

Shouldn't you be tied
to a bed somewhere?

Come on, I let you do that.

I was trying to gain your trust.

Okay, all right, you got me.

But, Lila, listen.

The people that came for you,
they're not done.

- They will come back.
- I know.

So I've got to pack, gotta move.

Even without being here,

my mother has successfully
screwed up my life again.

Listen, if you get into trouble,
please, trust me.

You're gonna wanna keep this.

Hey, you were right.

Schopenhauer.

Guy's an asshole.

Yeah, ma'am. It's Volkan.

You have something for me?

I stole files from her laptop.

It'll lead you to Lowry.

Or near enough.

- We'll send someone.
- And what?

I wake up in some prison somewhere,
bag on my head?

Fuck that.

Dead drop.

35 Kopenicker Street, electrics box.

By the railway.

I need two bodies for a pickup.

- Copy.
- I could go.

I copy as well.

Well, the rest of the team
are on mission.

It's just a dead drop. Simple enough.

I don't trust Volkan.

Simple might not be what's waiting.

Yep, understood, ma'am.

I told you never to come here.

Really, not even a "hello"?

Okay, a "hello."

Is everything okay?

It's just, you've been
a bit quiet with me, that's all.

Don't make it weird, Will.

- You say that about everything.
- What do you think happens here?

We fuck, we fall in love?

There'll be a white wedding
with doves and shit?

I just think that you can
talk straight to me, for once.

That's all.

You know how this life works.

There's only two things that count,

staying alive
and getting the job done.

There's no room for anything else.

I don't think that's true.

So that's why you came?

To hang out and ask questions.

This was a mistake.

- So just forget it, mate.
- Stay in the car. I've got this.

Time for you to stop playing soldier.

Bravo One heading to the drop.

Copy.

How are we doing
on the locale of Sheridan?

It's a farmhouse. Sending GPS.

Sit tight. Await instructions.

Yeah, all right, understood.

No sign of explosives.

Opening.

Be careful.

Nothing.

No intel, no data, no drop.

Copy that.

All of your life, I can't phone,
I can't write,

I can't visit.

It's because of shit like this, Lila.

These people, they don't stop.

I told them I didn't know
where you were.

Doesn't matter what you told them,
they could tail you.

No, I made sure.

One of the soldiers,
he gave me a note.

A note?

Telling me not to come find you.

Why the hell would he do that?

- We had a connection.
- Oh, God.

Do we have to have a talk
about the birds and the bees

with their big army dicks
and the stupid wide-eyed girls

- who fall for them?
- I think he was trying to warn me.

Then why the fuck didn't you listen?

Because your work always
screws the rest of us

and you never seem to get that.

And I sat in my car and realized,
enough is enough.

Your car?
The same car you drove here in?

Take it.

I'm not using this.

For once in your life,
just do what you're told.

I tell you not to come here...

I mean don't come here.

I don't mean do whatever
the hell you like.

Good, there's no tracker.

Wait, do you hear that, Mom?

- What?
- Listen.

I think...

I think that's the sound
of an apology.

- That's funny.
- That is funny, thank you.

Now get your arse back inside.

Jensen's comms are out.

Shit. Jensen's gone.

Drop was a setup.

Lowry may have
made or turned Volkan.

They've taken Jensen, do you copy?

They've taken him.

Fuck!

Do you want the story?

About the woman who made
her way up through the ranks,

thought she'd do anything
for her career,

destroyed her marriage,
her family, everything.

So she keeps moving
from place to place

because she's terrified
of sounds in the night.

Of retribution
for all that she's done.

And even worse,
she can never tell her daughter

just how sorry she is.

Easy, easy.

Easy now.

Just want to talk.

Just talk.

Fuck.

Nothing worse than knowing
something's coming

and not being able to see it.

All you can do is anticipate.

So I take it they have Lila Hall.

Do they have her mother yet?

I don't know what you think
you're gonna get out of...

Will.

There's a good way that this happens,

and there is a very bad one.

I'm trying to be your friend here.

You'll always be the enemy.

Project Tenebrae.

That's the real enemy.

Never heard of it?

Funny what they tell you,
what they don't.

Where is Rachel Sheridan?

I don't know. I'm not...

Okay, there's this thing
that they teach you.

Body language, right?

The tells people have.

You could be lying to me.

But you could be terrified,

telling me things from the heart.

I gotta make a judgment call.

Look, look.

The only thing that I know
is that Lila, her daughter,

said she doesn't know
where her mother is.

That's it. That's all.

Please.

Volkan here,

he lost his way,
but he's coming back to us.

We all believe in something.
Even you, Will.

So listen to me.

I'm asking you one more time.

Please, just tell me.

I don't know.

I don't know where Rachel Sheridan is.

I promise. I don't.

Okay.

Please, please.

I'm just the computer guy.
I don't know.

Stop, stop, please.

- Ms. Sheridan.
- Don't "Ms." me.

I don't think you understand
how serious this might be.

If Omair Idrisi...

I get how serious you think
it might be, soldier.

Was he the one?

Yeah. He's the one.

If Idrisi's alive, we need to find out
which black site he's in.

When he was dead,
who claimed the body?

Colonel Parker. JSOC.

Now, that is interesting.
You see, I know Parker.

Do you mind if my daughter leaves?

It's just there's a keypad
in that box in the wall.

If I don't punch in a code
every four hours,

this place detonates.

Takes down everyone inside it.

And we're already on three hours 58.
Tick-tock.

- I think Lila can leave.
- Nobody's going anywhere.

There's a site I redesigned.

It's run by private military. Octagon.

Johannes Krieger.

But it's paid for and controlled by...

- Anybody wanna guess here?
- Parker.

Exactly.

Parker finds Idrisi alive,

decides he wants
to pump him for intel,

so he hides him in a black site.

Somewhere where the bleeding hearts
in Congress can't stop him.

Somewhere he can kill a man
and bring him back

over and over again, with impunity.

That lying son of a bitch.

We're through
the looking glass here, soldier.

One minute, so can she leave?

- Yes.
- No.

Not until you tell us
where this black site is.

Why? Maybe Parker's doing good.

Maybe he's getting his hands dirty
but saving the world.

We don't care about Parker.
We care about Lowry.

- Lowry?
- And she's coming for him.

Well, that could be a problem, yeah.

Forty-five seconds.

Can you all stop pointing
fucking guns at each other?

Nobody's actually gonna shoot anybody.

- What?
- This is all just a bluff.

It's just a way
to sound each other out.

We're not gonna shoot your mother.
Your mother, hopefully,

is not gonna shoot us.

And I guarantee there is
no timer hidden in a box

with a countdown on...

Thirty-one seconds.

You know, you might just be
the world's worst mother.

You're still alive, aren't you?

So, Lowry and Idrisi, yeah.

Hey.

So you probably guessed,
we tailed you out here.

You used me.

To be fair, I did tell you
not to come here.

Look, this is... It's the job.

This is my family.

You know, the best thing
you can do right now

is jump in your car
and get out of here.

He's right. Go home, Lila.

You all dragged me into this shit.

I'll go when I choose.

Klomino, Poland.

It's an abandoned military complex.

That's Parker's black site.

- That's where you'll find Idrisi.
- Is there a way in for us?

My job is high-risk.

One day I might find out
something I shouldn't,

and they'll try and silence me.
Car bomb, sniper.

Or what would be the greatest irony?

Lock you away in one
of your own black sites.

Exactly, which is why I build
a back door into every place.

Now, here is a decayed
arterial tunnel.

You'll find an entrance
on the perimeter,

hidden in the old drainage system.

It's about half a klick
from the main site.

You're all either very brave
or very stupid.

Because you might manage
to find a way in,

but there's no way
you'll ever get out.

Arriving at last known location.

No hits yet on traffic cams.

Keep checking every locale
that we know. Keep going.

Just stay focused.

At the wrecking yard,
on approach.

Will.

Will?

Dear God.

I need a medevac now!

She asked me...

She asked me...

I told her about the farmhouse.

Boss, do you copy?
Operation compromised.

I'm so sorry.

Bravo, move out fast.
You've been compromised.

I have movement.

Everybody get down! Get down.

Down, down, down.

Whatever happens, you stay down.

Sustained fire. They're trying to
drive us out the back.

We're too exposed. No cover!

We need to stand our ground!

It's me they want, isn't it?

Stay there. We'll get you out.

Lila, Lila!

I'm sorry.

Hey, there's a chest over there.

You'll find something useful in it.

I'm gonna try and lead them away.

No, wait. Hey!

Rachel, wait.

Shit.

Move.

Wyatt.

Sergeant Wyatt!

Take the shot!

Belt change coming!

Open it!

Wyatt. Wyatt!

You!

Where's Lowry?

Where is she?

Hey, hey, listen to me!

Where's Lowry?

Sheridan's in the wind, ma'am.

What?

I'm not saying that
I'm a good person, okay?

I've done things, and...

And?

And when this is all over, maybe...

Maybe there's a world where
you and I can have that drink.

No.

Okay, I just... I thought I'd check.

Sergeant Wyatt.

I'm fucking with you.

Yeah, there's a world.

All right.

Wyatt, we need to go.