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1 Jesus!

Stonebridge?

- I'm going in! - No. Fall Back. Repeat. Fall Back!

It's Connolly.

Are you fucking kidding me?

It was just a bit of fun.

We had the charge set to explode away from your body.

Not that you knew that.

Which was the fun part.

Oh.

No calls? You didn't even go for your phone.

You strapped a fucking bomb to my chest.

Who am I gonna call?

My mom?

Ask her to defuse the fucking thing?

You sick fuck!

Scott's alive.

Repeat, Scott's alive.

- Well, you passed. - Oh?

And now it's time to claim your prize.

Just the one, mind.

Show him. Come on.

Colonel.

Look, Kate, one day you're gonna be where I am

and you're gonna have to make these decisions for yourself.

I knew Connolly would vet Scott in the most extreme manner.

I told Scott that he was not to flinch in any way.

Not to make a play, not to call for help.

Even if he thought he was going to die.

Did you order him to go in?

I gave him an informed choice.

He volunteered, knowing exactly how dangerous Daniel Connolly is.

Do you have previous with Connolly?

Northern Ireland was my first posting.

I'd been there three days when

Connolly broke into the home of a delivery guy.

He delivered groceries to the barracks.

Connolly tied up the man's family in the front room and told the guy

that if he didn't drive a lorry full of Semtex into the barracks

that he would kill his family in front of him.

But if he did what he was told,

Connolly promised to spare the lives of his wife and children.

The explosion killed five soldiers and maimed dozens.

I was first on the scene.

And the man's family?

Daniel Connolly is not a man to keep his promises.

They've moved to the compound.

- Bank job? - You don't need to know.

You just need to do your job.

Yeah, which would be what, exactly?

To override the security.

Do I get to see this place beforehand?

Fuck.

What about there?

Not your concern.

Cracking the access codes for here, that is.

You okay with that?

Yeah, well, as far as a future-proof and

impenetrable encryption data storage unit goes, looks fine.

I'll need to run some checks at my place.

What's this?

Hugo, the guy before you.

They're the codes he was working on.

Hey. You can take the shiny stuff and nothing else.

I want you back at the bar in two.

Stonebridge.

Do you have a visual on Scott yet?

- Affirmative. - Is he okay?

I think he'll come through.

Fuck!

Kate.

I've been looking into it like you asked.

Read this.

You look like shit.

Yeah, they fucking blew me up, dickhead!

Sorry I don't look fucking better.

You know, I've met some sick motherfuckers in my time,

but Daniel Connolly...

I'm fine by the way, thanks for asking.

Sorry about that, mate. How are you feeling, you all right?

- Fuck you. - I saw what happened back there.

Oh, you saw that, did you? Did you learn anything?

- You're reckless, Scott. - Excuse me?

She's a fucking terrorist.

You know fucking shit. Don't worry about me, buddy, I'll do my job.

Really? You're gonna put a bullet in her?

Yeah, if I have to, she's the bad guy.

You're the one that's banging one on the home team.

Look, I told you, Kate and me is none of your fucking business.

It fucking is if it's gonna get me killed out there!

Sort your shit out, Michael. For your sake.

For Kate's, especially for Kerry's.

Your wife? Remember her?

You say Scott did this from memory?

And he only had eyes on them for seconds.

Looks like it relates to the same site.

- One appears to overlay the other. - Mmm.

If this is an ATAT facility, there'll be anti-ram barriers,

acoustic infrared sensors.

Ballistic-resistant entry points. You name it.

Not to mention more guards than even Connolly could kill.

This looks like some sort of tunnel system running underneath.

Scott said the maps looked much older

so this structure could have been there for years,

decommissioned, forgotten about.

Well, whatever and wherever this is, Connolly's going in by the back door.

Try again.

All right.

Route at 10,

dot, 105,

dot, 0,

dot, 57.

M-K

D-I-R, dot.

No. That's not right.

Argh!

Try again.

All right, uh...

These documents date back to 2003. Now, take a look at this.

- Excuse me, sir. - No, not right now.

Mahmood. Pakistani weapons scientist.

We know what length Latif went to capture and interrogate her.

Now, it turns out that up until 2003 she's on ATAT's payroll.

Mahmood and Bratton. Baghdad in 2003.

Days before Porter got him out of there.

Now, what if, right,

Bratton and ATAT had intended on planting a chemical weapons stock

in Iraq,

giving the Pentagon hawks what they wanted

and making a killing when the war started?

Shit.

If what you're saying is right, there's been a huge conspiracy here.

Where some very influential people go a long way

to make sure none of this ever comes out.

Where are we?

Scott saw the code that Connolly's hacker used.

Right, do we know what it was?

Well, we have the data and we have the device

but we also need the initialisation protocol

that they used to hack into ATAT's security system.

Can we use it to hack?

Only if we get the exact code.

One wrong character, it's completely useless.

Oh, come on, having a photographic memory

and trying to remember all this shit's really fucking hard

with all you people talking.

Shut the fuck up.

The guy before you, he was working on...

Try this.

D-I-R,

slash, root at 10,

dot, 105,

dot, 0,

dot, 57.

- We're in. - Well done.

Fuck, yeah.

Did you see that?

I've implanted a worm on this hard drive.

Scott needs to open the system with the drive and the code,

the worm will then allow me to remotely bypass the proprietary firewall

and work on the system from here.

Right, only one problem, dude, I don't speak geek.

You just remember the code. Leave the rest to me.

- But you will need to buy me some time. - Yeah, how much?

A few seconds.

Shouldn't be a problem for Damien Scott, world-class bullshitter.

So that opens the vault?

No, hacking into the system will bypass the base site security

and avoid triggering the alarm.

Right.

All right. How do we get in the vault?

Hmm, most likely a biometric key.

Retinal scan, fingerprint match...

From a high-ranking executive like...

- Bratton. - ...Kenneth Bratton.

All right, I'm out of here.

- Hello? - It's Ken Bratton. I need to see you.

I can't speak over the phone.

We have to meet somewhere safe.

- Looking forward to that drink together? - What drink?

She's here, got to go.

- Hey. - Hey.

Where's everyone else?

Busy.

All right.

What are you worried about?

- I'm on orders to keep you relaxed. - Hmm.

Bratton's scared. He wants to meet in a public place.

- You think he's telling the truth? - I do, yeah.

This is about his children.

You know Colonel, if we're right and bring Bratton in,

this puts an end to Connolly's plan. You could pull Scott out.

Captain, nothing would give me greater pleasure

than chopping Connolly off at the knees.

But his plan needs to succeed if he's to lead us to Latif.

Connolly could be coming for Bratton at any time.

I want you to extract him quickly and quietly

so we can brief him and put him back to work with Connolly

under our protection.

All right, you're his contact. You're running point.

- Yeah. - Okay?

Copy that.

Kate, let me get in close. You run point.

- He asked for me. - Yeah, I know he did but...

But what?

Scott told me about Connolly.

If something goes wrong or it's a trap...

Michael, I don't need you protecting me.

Look, I know you don't need me protecting you.

But I care about you.

I know.

Lovely family, Ken.

I can't speak over the phone, we have to meet.

I just want to know that my family are going to be safe.

You wanted to see me, Ken?

Darin, there's certain things I need to tell you.

Oh! Fuck me!

Please, please, please will you just stop, stop, stop,

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Wow.

That was amazing.

You really know what you're doing, huh?

I trained for two years.

Pleasure and pain. That's me.

You know, if you're that good at something...

Nobody wants to pay for a massage,

not since the credit crunch.

So, uh, you just become some terrorist groupie, hmm?

You don't know Daniel.

You don't see what he stands for, what he believes in.

Anyway, live fast, die young.

So what happens if you don't die?

Who'd you rather see in the mirror in 20 years' time?

A happy masseuse with a couple of kids?

Or just some cold-hearted soulless bitch with black holes for eyes? Hmm?

Fuck you.

Hey.

So how many people have you killed?

Where the fuck are they?

Visual on principal.

Visual clear. Moving to transport.

Copy that, initiating contact.

Yeah?

Walk to the end of the street, take a right at the coffee shop.

Wait for me at the windows outside.

- Mr Bratton. - Am I being followed?

Relax, we're going to get out of here.

- What about my family? - They're fine. You need to come with me.

Yeah, I have to know, I have to know that they're safe.

They'll be safe. We're 50 yards from making that happen.

- You just need to come with me. - No!

I need to know that they are safe!

Kenneth, I need to get you into the car.

Christ, how the hell did I get into this?

Is the principal secured?

Negative, walking away.

We'll talk about that, come with me, get into the car.

No! You have no idea the pressure we were under.

They wanted, no, God knows, they needed to find chemical weapons in Iraq.

Listen to me.

It was never, never supposed to be.

- Get into the car, Ken. - Kate, bring him back.

That's why, that's why I hid it.

Principal is not secure.

Repeat, principal is not secure.

When I found out what this damn thing could do to millions of people

- with just a few drops... - Okay, I'm listening.

You're talking Sarin? You're talking VX?

- Yes, and you must understand... - What the hell is going on?

- Move! - What the hell is going on?

Move! Get down!

Shit!

Neve, we're moving now.

It's true what they say. You can take the girl out of Ireland...

Connolly is after a chemical weapon for Latif?

Yes, Sarin VX. That's what Kate said.

We have to get our hands on it first.

Kate?

We do not deflect from this mission.

All right. We still have Scott on the inside.

And we have no way of knowing where Kate is.

That's not entirely true, Colonel.

Maintaining lock on Scott's phone. Heading east.

Signal is slowing.

You're not fucking serious. Come on...

Oh, very fucking sneaky. Nice.

Why'd you change the schedule?

Are you getting cold feet?

We've lost Scott's phone.

I don't remember giving you an order

to put a tracking device on Captain Marshall.

Give them the tracking reference and then get out in the field and find Kate.

Yes, ma'am.

So what is this place?

Patience.

How are you holding up, Ken?

I have a surprise for you.

They've got my family!

Now, come on, Ken.

Remember Ramadi.

Remember the lies I told for you.

I put my neck on the block for you.

And just because you've lost your balls

doesn't mean you're gonna take me down with you.

We've got Marshall's signal.

It's the same location as Scott.

So, as we discussed.

Ken's not leaving?

Nobody's leaving.

Now, I've got to ask.

What's a nice girl like you doing working for the colonial enemy?

Spare me the prehistoric shite.

You see, I'm thinking it's a childhood thing

that you've uh, never...

Well, you know, playing soldiers in the back garden

with your brother... No, brothers.

Always wanting to be one of the lads.

Enough about me.

Did you always want to be a cold-blooded butcher?

No,

it wasn't my first calling.

Don't tell me, you want to become a priest.

No. As a matter of fact,

you know I've never told anyone this before

but I always wanted to be a jockey.

On the level.

When I was 15, I jumped school and hopped on a bus to Fermanagh

to work at a stable out there.

You know, mucking out, grooming.

I even got to ride a couple of times.

It was the greatest week of my life.

And then, on the Saturday,

the head lad calls me in and says

we have to let you go.

Why was that?

I frightened the horses.

They 're on the move.

Sending new co-ordinates.

So basically, we're just gambling that Marshall will be with Connolly.

If she's still alive, it's because Connolly has a use for her.

We're getting transmission interference.

Her signal's down. I'm patching through last co-ordinates.

Roger that, on my way.

According to Captain Marshall's last known position,

I think the tunnel's under this facility.

All right, what is it?

It's a factory making fertilisers, agricultural chemicals.

A shell company for ATAT?

A hiding place.

You're on.

Mind giving me a bit of space?

Please?

D-I-R, breaker at 10, dot,

105, dot, 0,

dot, 50.

Okay.

Scott's online. Okay. Here we go.

The worm's not loading.

All right. Doors,

access...

Voilà...

- What's the problem, Major? - I don't understand it.

Come on!

Fuck.

Fuck, it's not loading!

Uh, I don't know what's going on.

Activated! Okay, okay.

The worm is uploading.

Come on!

Denied?

Not denied. Not recognised.

Come on, come on. Work, damn it. Work!

Have we a problem?

Come on!

Damn it!

The worm! It works! Okay.

ID, password. Please.

We're in.

I've never doubted you.

Watch him.

It's a bit late to find your spine, Ken.

This is nice.

Open it.

Do you have any idea what this is?

I have no fucking clue. Pack it!

What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?

If that's what he tells me to do.

I'm on his side, remember?

He's got no side. All right? It's just him against everyone else.

He's killing everyone else.

Think about it.

Come on. As soon as I'm done here, he's gonna kill me.

Shut up. Shut the fuck up!

That's it.

Soon as you're done, he's gonna kill you.

Who are you?

Who the fuck are you?

What about my family?

You'll never know.

They've detected the worm.

No!

Fuck me.

- You okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Grenade! Get down!

Another grenade. Move!

Connolly, drop your weapon!

Come on, Scott!

Capture, Michael. Do not fucking kill him!

He's up, he's up, come on!

Connolly, stop! Don't move!

Put the weapon down, Connolly! Put it down!

- Put the fucking weapon down. - Put it down!

Gently.

- Now, get on the ground. - On the ground.

Connolly, get on your fucking knees!

Get the fuck on the ground!

Typical fucking British, always giving orders.

Get on the ground.

I think you should look in the van, lads,

can't have too much insurance, you know what I mean?

You watch him.

No, Michael, Michael!

Shit.

Kate...

It's all right.

Okay.

You like that?

You fucking piece of shit!

I should have shot you when I had the fucking chance.

Some of my best work.

Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

We have an anti-handling device here.

- There's a tilt switch, yeah? - Yeah, that's right.

That mercury moves, it will detonate. You have to stay still.

These charges are shaped to blow right towards you. You feel anything else?

Yeah, there's something, um... Cold, uh...

There's metals digging into my stomach.

No, I can still cut through this cable here...

- No, it's wired to the bomb. - No, it's all right,

I can get this off of you, I just need to see what's behind the cable.

Besides we both know there isn't any time.

Switch it off, switch the fucking thing off!

Yeah, I can switch it off, but you'll have to let me go.

No fucking way!

You've won. You got your fucking apocalypse back.

Now, what I'm saying is, I can disable that timer remotely.

That is bullshit!

But I'll need a10-yard start!

No, no, Michael!

You think I haven't done this sort of thing before?

You fuck!

Yeah, go ahead, shoot me!

Go on! He will not fucking do it!

Scott, we have to give her a chance, mate.

There is no fucking chance and he's playing you!

Come on, soldier. What other choice do you have?

- Or maybe she's not worth it! - Fuck!

Michael, Michael!

Michael, he's a fucking liar!

Tick-tock, lads.

I can't let her die.

- Tick-tock! - He's not gonna do it.

Michael!

100 yards.

Michael!

It's all I need.

- Michael, he won't fucking do it. - Shut up, Scott!

- Michael, he's fucking lying! - Michael, no!

- He'll not get the bomb off her! - Shut up, Scott!

Promise.

Shit.

Fuck!

- We got the weapon. - What have you done?

- It's fine, we got the weapon. - What have you done?

He promised!

He promised.

- What have you done? - He promised.

Bitch!

Time to go.

Michael, look at me.

Do you love me?

Sergeant, you will obey this order!

- I'm sorry, Kate. - Michael, get the fuck out.

You always had my back.

Come on! Move!

- I'm sorry... Kate! - Move it!

Come on!

Kate!

Kate! Kate!

Yes?

My friend, a thousand apologies. Until now he had proved very reliable.

The reputation of a man like Connolly relies on results.

Let him know I am extremely disappointed.

Of course. But I assure you this is only a temporary setback.

Crawford's contact is still in place.

I know where the remaining stock can be found.

Fellas.

What took you so long?

It didn't seem like you were going anywhere.

You're right.

I figured between you and Latif,

I got tired of running.

Sorry about your friend,

but you know how it is.

I had a dream about you, Eleanor. So I did.

I'd like it to be you.

Soldier to Soldier.

You were never a soldier!