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1 - Get out. - Why?

Unlike your father, I am a man who keeps his word.

You wish to bury your fiancé?

Go there and find him.

I will wait while you dig.

This is the journey your father has sent you on.

No.

This is where it ends.

Your old life is over now.

You have only a new one, with me.

Do you desire it?

If not, I will leave you here, to lie with him.

Make your choice.

Tahir... No.

Please just wait. Don't. Please...

Choose.

Here.

Pull back here, aim, pull the trigger. Yeah?

You're not afraid I might use this on you?

If you can find your daughter without me, go ahead.

He's doing what?

Get me satellite surveillance on a 50-mile grid around the exchange point.

Where's Scott?

I've had to bring him back to Khartoum.

That bloody journalist woman.

He took a bullet to the spleen.

He's lost a lot of blood. They're prepping him for surgery now.

And you've let Stonebridge go off on some suicide rescue mission.

With the only lead to Latif.

Please tell me Crawford gave you the intel beforehand.

Negative.

- Sinclair. - And I think I'm about to get arrested.

Walk away now. You don't know me. Go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

There are two wells near here. The Janjaweed will be close to one.

The nearest is Bir an Natrun, that way.

And we're trusting him as our guide, why exactly?

It was Tahir's men who destroyed my village.

And my family.

And your friend Scott, he promised me much money,

and a new car if I help you, yes?

You gotta love that mercenary spirit.

So what's your reason?

This isn't only about Latif, is it? Not for you.

If we don't get a signal soon, get some back-up,

we're driving towards Clare in a hearse.

Look, I'm not going to hurt you.

I need some drugs, adrenalin, something to keep me going.

If you come with me, I can get you your drugs, and examine your wound also.

Soldiers here. They are looking for me.

Why?

I was trying to rescue a woman. She's a doctor.

She got kidnapped by the Janjaweed.

Her name's Clare Somersby.

- The aid worker. - Yeah. She's going to die.

Along with a lot of other people, if you don't help me. Please?

There's no sign yet of Stonebridge on any of the satellite feeds.

Widen the grid reference. What about Matak?

According to his office he's away on an official engagement.

No, he's stalling. He's just hoping nothing will stick to him.

See if she was arrested as well and get me on a flight to Khartoum.

I'm going to have to deal with this personally.

Thank you.

I need a phone.

I have done all that I can.

For you and the other one. I'm sorry.

Hey. What do you mean the other one?

Hendricks. He came in last night.

He'd been in a car accident.

I have to go.

It's when I'm nervous.

I used to sing that song to my children. When they are scared.

To help them sleep. And now, whenever I am frightened...

Beautiful story, now shut the fuck up.

Shit.

Hey, hey, no, no. They are Massalit. Villagers. Farmers.

Why are they running?

- That's why. - Janjaweed.

What do we do?

Depends how many there are.

Let's take one alive and find out.

- You take the wheel. - What?

Drive right up beside him.

You son of a bitch.

Jacoub! Get off there and translate for me.

He's going to tell us where the camp is.

If you become Tahir's woman,

it will make you safe.

And you also. I promise.

You cannot save everyone.

That's what Bakri said.

But saving even one person, surely, would be something.

If we'd used sniper rifles, instead of driving straight at them,

we could've picked them off easy.

Jacoub, we're good if we stay in this direction, yeah?

Yes, that way.

There's no point rescuing Clare if we can't all get out again.

You do want to go home, don't you? See your wife?

That's a wedding ring, right?

What about kids? You got any of them?

Okay, no kids, your marriage is shit, that's starting to make more sense.

Don't fucking shrink me.

You have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

I know self loathing when I see it. How reckless that can make a man.

That's why I'm here. Only I would have rescued Clare, not died trying.

Now, we're professional fucking soldiers. We've got a job to do.

You're not a fucking soldier.

You're a scumbag arms dealer, selling mass murder.

So yes, you should fucking hate yourself.

That's why Clare hates you too, right?

But that's your shit to work out, not mine.

I don't give a fuck if she forgives you or not.

I'm here for one reason and one reason only.

And that's to get that information on Latif.

- No. - Which I'm starting to think is just

some bullshit story you're selling.

I'll keep my part of the deal.

Really, Crawford? Redemption costs.

And on my watch, you fucking pay up front.

Everything you know about Latif.

Or I'll put a fucking bullet in your head right now.

Latif has a spy at the top of British intelligence.

Neutralise him and you'll stop the atrocity Latif has planned.

He can't finalise the arrangements without him.

- Who is he? I need a name. - When my daughter is safe.

Last chance.

Oh, you need Clare safe as much as I do. You wouldn't be here otherwise.

People die. I'm fine with that.

- You fucking prick. - Shoot then.

Fuck.

Hi Maggie. I'm Eleanor Grant.

Can I get you a drink?

No, but can you can turn off the recording device in your pocket.

This conversation is off the record. We never met. Do you understand?

Damien said you were a ball breaker.

Well, Damien Scott talks too much and to people he shouldn't.

He knows he can trust me.

I protect my sources. That's why I'm here talking to you.

- I want to protect him. - Why were you not arrested also?

Nobody knew I was there, just taking photos.

Damien looks after me too.

Right, I'm going to need copies of all the photos.

No way. But I will promise not to use any that compromise your team.

I think you misunderstood me.

All photos now.

You do not publish until this is over.

You make no mention of my unit or personnel.

Or what? You're going to kill me?

I can't see her.

Christ, there's a lot of them.

They'll be heading out soon once they've juiced themselves up for the night.

That's him. That's the one we kill, no matter what.

Why isn't he leaving with them?

She's in that hut. She's in that hut with him.

I trust you have been treated appropriately, Major Sinclair.

Yes. Thank you.

Colonel Grant.

Sit, please.

It is a tragedy how things have turned out.

- Then let us work to resolve it. - Indeed, yes.

All along I have tried merely to facilitate this poor girl's return,

as your Major Sinclair can confirm.

Yes.

Well, I'm glad you now accept my men were not responsible for the shootout.

The shootout? No, no, no, no, no.

Although there is still a fatal traffic incident

about which we must question Mr Scott.

If he can recover from his wounds, of course.

I understood he survived the surgery.

So far, yes.

But complications do occur.

- Hmm, may I visit him? - Alas, no.

He is still under arrest.

As for Mr Stonebridge and Mr Crawford,

tomorrow we will send troops into the desert.

I only pray we find them before the bandits who have his daughter.

It would be deeply regrettable

if all my men brought back, were their two corpses.

Rest assured, Minister,

that if none of them make it back,

then the photographs they took at the exchange

will tell a story that I think most of us would rather keep private.

Thank you, Minister. Major.

Yeah, I've got your back. Move.

- What is it? - Arakee.

Drink. And then we shall eat.

Come on, get it together.

Do you wish to know how much your father thinks you are worth?

I have no father.

You are all of his world.

He destroys worlds. Like all men of violence.

Let's just get this over with, shall we?

Help me! Help me!

- Clare! Clare! Help me! - Subin!

She is not your concern. She is an abid, a slave.

No. She is a nurse and my friend.

- Help me! Help me! Help me! - And you wish to save her?

No. No, I...

- I wish you to. I desire it. - Oh.

Help me! Help me!

You cannot save someone in this place.

You can only replace them.

Do you desire this also?

- Yes. If that's what it takes. - No.

You are not for them. You are mine.

Get off me!

You want me willingly? Then protect her.

You will be willing in time...

Help me! Clare!

When you have lost your taste for ultimatums.

Yes, Do it.

Make your father proud.

I knew it. I fucking knew it. Coward.

Now, where the fuck do you think you're going?

To the camp. He needs help.

Get in.

Subin!

Fuck.

Clare!

Where are my weapons? Is this all you have brought me?

- One soldier? - Let her go.

But she wishes to remain.

She has chosen to stay here. Is that not so?

Please. Don't hurt her.

You must go now. My men will soon return and they are many.

I told you. I can get you those weapons. Anything you need.

And still, you do not hear.

- Say goodbye to your daughter. - No!

Clare, you're okay. You're safe.

Najim!

Najim?

It's okay.

Najim?

- Come here to me. Najim, come here. - Clare, we have to go.

If he doesn't want to come, that's his problem.

- No. I'm not leaving him. - Janjaweed! They are coming!

- Najim! - Move. Move now! Crawford! Get in.

- Crawford, drive. Kill the lights. - They are coming.

Quick, it's okay. He saved my life. I can't leave him.

- Move! Move! Go! Go! - Najim!

No, wait He's coming. He's coming. Stop the car.

- Quickly. - Come on... Come on...

Good boy. Well done.

That's not my usual fantasy.

Usually you're wearing latex and a strap on.

I see the bullet hasn't improved your sense of humour, then.

And Stonebridge?

You found his corpse yet or are you still looking?

We don't know that he's dead yet.

He's been looking for that bullet ever since Kate died.

You knew that. And you fucking used it.

You knew he'd go the whole nine yards to rescue some damsel in distress.

Too bad your perfect plan fucked up, huh?

I liked him too, Scott, you know.

But unfortunately I can only rescue you at the moment.

Lucky me.

Bitch.

Nothing. I think we're good.

They're just chasing blind.

For now. But we're still going to have to keep moving.

You can still have that morphine shot if you want it.

- That's all right. - It's okay.

I won't think you're any less macho.

Someone else might need it more later.

That's reassuring. Thanks.

You know, I hope what he's paying you feels worth it.

I don't work for him. I work for the British government.

He's my prisoner.

I've been arrested for trafficking arms.

The weapons I was sending to save you.

So I struck a new deal.

We help get you out, and he gives us valuable information about a terrorist.

Which he knows about, how?

And you expect me to be grateful?

Well, at least you got your money back. That's something, eh?

Colonel, we're picking up smoke trails at the water hole at Bir an Natrun.

The heat map indicates some sort of explosion.

If Stonebridge had managed to engage the Janjaweed

then this would fit that scenario.

Right, send through the image.

Julia thinks that lunatic might still be alive.

Really?

It's probably nothing, it's an oil burn, or a blip.

Let me see that.

That's not nothing. Send a chopper, take a closer look.

Unfortunately I don't have the resources.

What?

This operation was not officially sanctioned.

- Excuse me? - London vetoed the mission.

They still think Crawford is in custody in Kenya.

Which is where he would be, if everything had gone to plan.

- I took a calculated risk. - Fuck that.

- We need the information on Latif. - And fuck you.

Yeah, in latex, I know.

Shall we save the recriminations till later?

Let's get you to safety.

Wait. Dieter's file say that he was a chopper pilot.

It's a long shot but they might have a bird out here,

to extract Clare and Crawford after the exchange.

How unfortunate that you killed him then.

Is it worth a hand job if I didn't?

Hello, Dieter. I'm Colonel Grant. British Military Intelligence.

Don't move. Please, don't move.

If I push this, an air bubble will go into your heart and kill you.

It's a very nasty way to go. It's just insurance.

You were going to kill my men after all.

- No. We weren't, we... - Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Now I can choose not to kill you.

So shall we discuss where your transport is?

How many people have you killed, rescuing me?

I don't know.

Less than I'll save if I get that information.

That doesn't make it right.

- It's still playing God. - That's a doctor's prerogative, is it?

- Don't preach to me. - No.

I'm not. I'm sorry.

I've spent my whole life trying to prove that I was different from him.

Only to realise that I'm just the same.

I've killed people.

I killed my own fiancé.

That wasn't your fault.

It was my fault.

It was my fault that we were abducted.

He hated the camps. He hated the danger,

and I made him stay.

Because I wanted to save that boy's mother but I didn't save her.

She died anyway.

So they'd blame you too, would they?

They're dead now, and you'll never forgive yourself

because neither would they?

They deserved to live.

Clare, have you ever saved anyone that didn't?

Fuck! Fuck me!

Fuck! Can somebody get this fuck off me?

Where's Hendricks?

Hendricks is in hospital, Andre and the others are dead,

so let's not fuck up anymore.

- And who are you? - I'm Mr Crawford's CEO.

The code word for this is Scylla and Charybdis.

Now move it, soldier, we have a package to collect.

Go, guys.

Crawford, wake up.

Look.

Government troops. Army checkpoint.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

I'll name drop Matak, we'll get an escort back to Khartoum.

- What? - I don't know.

- What are they doing out here? - Patrolling? Who cares?

Maybe Matak has them looking for us. Christ knows I've paid him enough.

Matak set you up before, remember?

And your men tried to kill him at the exchange.

Maybe he just wants to return the favour?

I say we find a different route, just to be safe.

- What's he saying? - Janjaweed. Two jeeps. Coming fast.

We press on. We hit that checkpoint.

If the soldiers are friendly, we'll have more firepower against the Janjaweed.

Crawford, you drive, take it slow, but get ready to gun it on my command.

What's going on? What are you doing?

It's a checkpoint. Get your head down, we might need to blast through.

- No. No more guns. - Clare, just keep low.

Crawford. Latif's spy. What's his name?

Clare's safe now, is she?

Jacoub!

Stay down.

Jacoub, keep your weapon down. Put your weapon down.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

No, that's good, it'll frighten the life out of them if they hear us all singing.

Everyone, sing nice and loud, come on.

Go. Go. Go. Go! Just drive. Get down.

They wanted us dead. They were fucking government forces.

I told you Matak had us marked.

Najim, outstanding! Back of the net with that one.

We're celebrating killing people, are we?

- Is everyone all right? Dad? Najim? - You all right?

Yeah, he's good. We're all fine.

Except me.

I've been shot.

Dad. I've got him, I've got him, I've got him.

He's been hit.

It's all right, it's all right...

Bit higher, bit higher...

Jacoub, get the fuck out of here.

All right, Dad?

It's all right, Dad, just relax for me, Dad, okay? I'm here.

It feels wet. Like I'm drowning...

I know, just relax.

- I can't feel an exit wound. - Shit!

Crawford. I need you to give me the name of Latif's spy.

You saved your daughter's life. You have her. Now tell me his name.

- Are you interrogating him? - Yes, I am.

Don't you dare! He's dying! He's got blood in his lungs

and they're filling up and there's fuck all in here that I can use to stop it.

I can still hear all this.

Okay, Dad. Just relax. Just keep calm.

Fine. Clare, what do you need?

Okay. I need something sharp to stab into his chest to release the pressure.

- That's fine. I have a knife. - That's no good.

- A valve, I need a valve. - I've got a pen in my back pocket.

- Yes, a pen. A pen will work. - Here. Okay?

Yes. Perfect. Take that bit out, then slice off the end.

All right, Dad, just keep breathing for me.

That's right... I've got you... I've got you...

- Are you good? - All right. All right.

They are gaining!

Najim, here, here. Same as last time!

Here. Stick it in here, between the first and second rib.

No. You do it. You're the surgeon.

Oh, fuck, I can't. He's my dad. Please?

- Okay, here? First and second rib? Here? - Yes.

That's it? That's the air coming out, right?

Yes.

Jacoub, why are we slowing down?

I don't know. The gas... We must've been hit at the checkpoint.

Under that tree. Pull up to that side, pull over.

Okay.

That's good.

Just keep looking into my eyes, Dad.

- It's all okay. - Clare.

- Come on, Jacoub. - No, don't close your eyes.

Stay!

- I need you to stay here, and cover me. - Okay.

I'm going to draw the fire.

Fuck! Why aren't you dead?

Go! Go!

It's working, Dad.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Clare... - Dad.

Stonebridge, he needs a name.

Just don't die on me now.

I'm sorry...

Dad... Dad...

No ammo. I'm out of ammo.

The car. More in the car, Jacoub.

I'll cover you.

Stay down, behind the front of the car.

Where the fuck is he?

Allah, I will never die.

You can't kill me.

I'm sorry too.

Clare...

Come on.

Clare, Clare, come with me. Keep your head down.

Get in. Tell me you got it.

He gave her the name of the spy before he died. I'll be right back.

- So you got your car then? - Yes.

- And your money? - Thank you.

And you are sure no one will come and look for it?

No. You've earned it, it's yours.

We are business partners now. Jacoub and Sons.

Yeah, I will beat you for your rudeness.

Now, go.

You want to put away the Pulitzer for a minute, come back here?

Doctor's orders, sweetie. Can't get you too excited.

I promise I'll make it worth your while.

What's the matter, sweetie?

Wow.