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Both Washington
and Whitehall have so far

refused to comment on the arrest of...

Sergeant Scott.

My name is Kwon Jun-seo.

I am from the State Security Department.

I don't care who you are.
I want to see my son.

It is not often we have people
sneaking into our country.

We have those who sneak out.

Defectors, I believe you call them.

Sometimes they bring with them
terrible tales of our nation.

One person claimed she had
been forced to drink water

until her belly was swollen and aching.

And when it was so bloated,
she might burst open,

she claimed men stamped down
on her stomach.

I have never heard

or seen such things in my life.

If you help us,

if we let you and your son free,

I trust you will not return home
with such lies either.

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They will confess on camera,

that this was an organized act
of aggression from the West.

The Westerners will prove to be
a useful negotiating tool.

A bargaining tool?

They're much more than that.

They're a cause, a reason to retaliate.

- There will be no retaliation.
- There has to be.

I meant no disrespect.

You'll extract the confessions
from the Westerners.

Yes, sir.

We've begun emergency protocol
to deny Scott and Stonebridge.

A paper trail,

evidence they've been
operating as mercenaries,

a rogue faction independent
of the government for some time now.

I remember when you used to get a handshake
and a gold watch

for serving your country, Charles.

Philip, it leaves a bad
taste in my mouth, too.

You have my deepest sympathy.

Do you really think it's worth risking
a war over this?

Pyongyang is just looking for an excuse.

These are my men!

We don't abandon them.

We don't have a choice.

There will be no extraction,

no exfil, nothing.

Damien.

Have you seen Finn?

No. You?

No.

I should have told you about Finn.

Yeah. You should have.

You're a fuckin' asshole, you know that?

- That was the wrong call to make.
- Yeah, it was.

And for following me here.

Look where my plan got us.

Well...

You'd have done the same for me.

Yeah. I would have.

Makes us both assholes, huh?

Angle's too tight
to figure out exact location.

However...

Sergeant Stonebridge.

It might be nothing.

It might be a deliberate gesture.

- Signing.
- So if it was?

Uh...

It would be an "E" and a "four."

If that's what it is, exfil point four.

That's a pretty big "if."

Whitehall's made it clear
they're on their own.

We're under direct orders to stand down.

This is going to be
my last mission with 20, sir,

I must say, I have no problem
with disobeying direct orders.

How's your Russian?

Where's my son?

I'd like to say thank you for what you did.

That's no problem at all, Mei.

If you ever want us to fuck up anymore
of your military operations, just let us know.

Please, Mei was only ever my stage name.

Call me Li-Na.
After all, we are old friends now.

I don't bear you any ill will.

You were acting under orders
like good, loyal soldiers.

Get to the fuckin' point.

I'm not sure you'd like the point,
Sergeant Scott.

Have you ever studied the history of torture?

It's fascinating.

The Greeks, the Romans,

the glory of the Middle Ages.

A constant throughout history,

the need to find new inventive ways,

to inflict pain upon one another.

But do you know where the biggest
leap forward was made?

Yeah.

When you decided to lecture us to death.

Made you look.

It was your own government,

in the field, Vietnam,

Iraq, Korea, Afghanistan.

A breathtaking mix
of technological innovation

and medieval brutality.

But even then, I suspect it could take days,

weeks to break you.

So I ask myself,

what is your true weakness?

What would really hurt you?

This is between you and me.

This has nothing to do with my son.

It has everything to do with him.

Finn.

Let him go. Let him go!

A statement

declaring that your presence on
North Korean soil was a planned, military,

aggressive move from your government,

an act of war.

You really want to take things that far?

Think about the fallout from this.

It's another world war.

Wouldn't it please your government?

Or is it war only just when there
is a profit margin in sight?

It's a simple choice. You speak or he dies.

Let him go.

You're not gonna do that!

Let him go!

Captive men don't debate.

They either agree or not.

Let him go!

He's a kid!

Don't! Don't you touch him!

Don't fucking touch him!

Do you recognize him?

Or perhaps we all look the same to you.

He was the soldier you spared in your escape
from the train yard.

Killing your own people.

It's the act of a true patriot.

And where is your own country
in your hour of need?

He had a chance to stop you. He failed.

At least now, he has played some part.

Did you feel helpless thinking you were
watching your son die?

You shouldn't. You are not helpless.

Because it is all up to you.

The next time,

I promise it will be real.

I should've sent him home.

You can't think about that right now.

I had the chance, Mikey.

I didn't.

You know why?

'Cause I was showing off.

Showin' my kid,
"Look what your old man can do."

I might not be around much.

I carry a gun for a job.

I fight terrorists.

I try and save the world.

How impressive.

I should clear some space for
my Father of the Year award.

Yeah.

Probably not much room on the shelf
next to your Whining Yank award, eh?

I've been called away.

They want your report on me.

You should tell them
that you doubt my abilities,

that my time in the West has spoiled me.

No.

They are looking
for someone to blame, Jun-seo.

This is a time to choose sides.

And believe me,
you do not want to be on mine.

I can find a way to protect you.

I look at you now, a career politician.

A man who carefully chooses every word
in case it should offend.

The only person you can protect is yourself.

You have no idea about me.

I know I loved you.

I know that every night, I close my eyes
and try to picture your face

in case I forget.

I know you shouldn't keep them waiting.

You said if I ever needed your help...

- He never called.
- Who?

Damien.

"I called you!"

But the phone? It never rings.

And that would justify leaving him
in North Korea to rot?

To be beaten and tortured, Nina.

See? This is why I like you.

You think like a woman, too.

You have contacts
on the Russian-Korean border,

access to vehicles, equipment.

Colonel, it took me years
to build up those contacts.

When I realized we'd need help,
you were the first name I thought of.

If I decide to help you,

any window we have
to get in and out of the country

would be very small.

We miss it,

we're finished.

Let's go.

Finn?

- Finn.
- Damien.

It's gonna be okay.

Don't believe your father, Finn.
It's not okay.

None of these indignities,
the pain the West has inflicted

upon this nation could ever be described
as "okay."

Shut up.

I'm sorry.

It'll be okay. I promise.

- Then you have until the count of three...
- Don't!

- ...to fulfill that promise.
- Put the gun down!

- One.
- Put the fuckin' gun down!

- Two.
- Stop!

I'll say whatever you want.

I mean it.

I'll say whatever.

Put it down. Please.

My name is Sergeant Damien Scott,

formerly with the First Special Forces,

Operational Detachment Delta,

currently serving with Section 20,

a branch of the British
Military Intelligence service.

We were ordered

to covertly go into North Korea

with the intention of committing
terrorist attacks,

deliberately destabilizing the government.

We acted with the full knowledge and consent

of both the British

and American governments.

We did not act alone.

My name is Michael Stonebridge.

Sergeant Michael Stonebridge.

And I enjoy going to the cinema,

listening to music,
and long walks in the park.

So if you're single and looking for some fun,
give me a call.

I'm sure there's a number coming up on
your screens at home.

Is that the sort of thing you're after?

Oh, no, sorry.

North Korea, that's right.

You know what gets me?

You have this whole military-first policy.

Hundreds of thousands
of people starving to death,

but money being pumped
into the armed forces.

A million-man army, a million.

And we just waltzed in here
and we fucked it up in a matter of hours.

I mean, that's really
rather embarrassing, isn't it?

Perhaps you need me
to start the countdown from three?

Go ahead.

He's not my kid. I don't care.

I think you do care.

Otherwise, you wouldn't come here with him.

That's my job.

It's called being professional.

But for you...

For you, this is personal, isn't it?

This is a means to an end.

Yeah. Yeah, you say that.

But let's look at the facts, shall we?

You must have been, what?
Thirteen, fourteen,

when they took you from your parents,
your family?

Never saw them again.

They molded you, shaped you, sent you away,

more than 20 years living a lie.

Someone else's name, personality.

A decade of that married,

sharing a bed with a man
you didn't even love,

all for the nation, for the cause.

I mean, the strength,

the conviction you must have needed.

And we just walked in here and ruined
all of it in the blink of an eye.

Blew your cover,

ruined your glorious homecoming.

All that work,

all those years for nothing.

So please,

tell me that's not fucking personal!

I told you.

What did you say?

Come here, give it to me.

Come here. Let it go.

On your knees. On your fuckin' knees!

Scott? Scott, you want to take a rain check
on that, mate.

After what she did to Finn and Julia?

Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

But it's a long walk between here
and anything that resembles safety.

We're going to need a hostage,
and one that counts.

You're fuckin' lucky. Now turn around.

Turn around.

Scott, mate, take this.

Here. You know how to use that?

- No.
- It's yours, all right.

Here. See that? That's your safety.
You always keep that off.

That's your real safety, your trigger finger.
All right?

You point that at people.
If they piss you off,

- fuckin' shoot 'em.
- Okay.

Come on, forward.

Let's go, buddy. Come on.

Come on.

This way. Come here.

Finn, stay there.

It's good. Clear?

Clear.

Goin' left?

GO.

MICHAEL; Shit.

Jesus Christ.

Back, back, back.

Oh, shit. It's a fuckin' maze.

- Come on, let's go. Come on.
- Come on, let's go, Finn.

- Got movement.
- Clear.

Go, go left. No, hold it, hold it.

He's right there. Get down!

Clear!

Hey, come here!

Stay with me.

Jesus Christ.

Finn, Finn, come here.

You had no choice. You had no choice.

He's not dead. He's not dead.

Move, move, go with Mikey.

Hey, it's not your fault.
It's not your fault.

The boss gave us 72 hours
to get to that exfil.

Yeah? Which way are we going then?

- I've got a good feeling it's that way out.
- Yeah?

Or there could be more soldiers.

Let's go. Let's go, come on. Let's go.

Okay, establish a perimeter.

Treat anyone as a potential enemy.

If we're seen, we're finished.

Go!

Finn? Get in the car.

Come on, get in!

- Got it, Mike?
- Go, go, go!

Hang on!
We're gonna smash our way out of here.

Get out, get out! Get out of the car!

Finn, come on!

Move it, move it! Come here, stick with me!

Get in that car!

Fuck! Get in the car!

- Go! Finn, come on. Move, move!
- Hang on.

Stay down, stay down!

Like a bat out of fuckin' hell!

How you doin', Finn?

Finn?

Fuck! No.

No, no, no. Here, here. Lay down.

Jesus Christ!

- Mikey?
- Yeah?

- He's been hit.
- How bad?

Not great.

Jesus Christ.

Here, just put some pressure on that
and you'll be fine.

Mike, get us to a hospital.

- All right? It's pretty bad.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hold on!
I saw a sign back there!

You got him?

Is there a doctor here?

Hey. You a doctor?

- You a doctor?
- Yeah.

My son, he's been shot.

All right? He needs attention, immediately.

- Please. Please!
- This way.

- Scott.
- Yeah.

Here.

Tell them to empty their pockets
of cell phones, pagers, whatever.

Move.

Make this very clear,

that if anyone tries to signal outside,
it would be a very bad idea.

You don't need to keep that gun on us.

- He's my son.
- Yes. I had a son as well.

Fuck.

No. No, thanks. Smoking'll kill you.

Bollocks.

- What's going on out there, Mike?
- Backup's here.

- How you doin', Doc?
- I’ve done all I can do but,

he will need proper medical attention.
We don't have the supplies here.

Is there another way out?

If you want to save lives,
then help us get out.

Because if they send troops in,
it'll be a bloodbath. And nobody wants that.

Mikey.

What's gonna happen to you now?

Two armed men came to the hospital

and demanded assistance.
Myself and a nurse were forced

to go with them, but we refused to help.

All that remains is some physical evidence
of the struggle.

No way. I'm not fuckin' doing that.

Then they will know that I helped you.
You have to, please.

Fuck. Fuck.

- You all right?
- Yeah, just go, go!

- Please.
- Thanks!

I'm sorry. Go, Mikey, go.

I heard about the execution order.

And as you said, it is time to choose sides.

- We gotta go.
- We wait.

No, we can't wait.

I swear to God, he starts that fucking engine
and we've got a problem.

We have lost too many people already.

I mean it.

We stay till the very last second.

We give them every goddamn chance we can.

Go!

Fuck!

Oh, shit! What the fuck, Mike?

- Shit! It's dead.
- Whoa, whoa, you okay?

Mikey! That truck's fucked.

How we gettin' out of here? Huh?

I have an idea, but you're
not going to like it.

Come on, come on. Come on!

Hya!
Come on, come on!

Oh, fuck!

Get 'em, Scott!

Fuck!

Bring it down!

Come on!

Help me!

Hold on.

Hey.

How you doin'?

I'm all right.

You've been out a couple of days.

It'll take a while for your wheels to start
turning properly again.

Finn?

- I'm sorry for everything that happened.
- Forget it.

I don't know anyone else's dad
that could have done what you did for me.

Wow.

That's the first time you called me dad.

- Makes me feel kind of old.
- You are old.

Thanks.

You got all these dads,
making promises to their kids they can't keep.

Telling 'em they'll take 'em fishing
on the weekends.

Then they can't 'cause of work.

You've got to work.

Yeah.

When this is all done,

I get a chance,

we are gonna do this properly.

I love getting to know you, Finn.

And how is patient?

A little bit hot.

You want me to bring you cold compress?

That would be great.

Thanks.

Thanks.

What is it?

This is goodbye.

I'm shipping out.

The DEA called me back.

I'm gonna hang on an extra week or so,

take Finn with me,
make sure he gets out okay this time.

I'm kind of sick of pulling your asses
out of the fire anyway.

Yeah. Fair enough.

- Kim...
- It's Julia.

I can't stop thinking

that I could have done
something more to save her.

You know it's not your fault, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

All right, fuck it. ls there a reason
you never tried to make a move on me?

Because I'm a gentleman.

Uh, yeah.

I know what happens when you get attached
to someone in this job,

when you care about them.

Here's to what could have been.

Would have been brilliant.

Here's to another life.

- So what's going to happen now?
- Hmm?

Well, I mean, you went against orders
and came back to get us.

You let me worry about that.

Doubt they'll be lining up
to hand out medals, though.

What about you?

I'm all right, I guess.

It's just I keep seeing Finn
laying in that hospital bed.

He's going to wake up one day and realize,

"I went to visit my dad
and look what happened.

"I got kidnapped and tortured."

And you risked everything to get him back.

That's what he'll remember.

Guys? You need to see this.

It came from a colleague of mine, Dansky.

She's embedded with the Russian mafia
in Vienna.

Shit.

That's the guy that tortured me.

Kwon Jun-seo.

According to Dansky,
he's been putting out feelers,

getting some hired muscle, some assistance.

Assistance with what?

There are whispers about
a high-level attack in Europe.

Mmm.

Well, we brought the fight to North Korea,

now they're bringing it back to us.

Yeah, but what's she planning, boss?

I'm not sure, Michael. But whatever it is,

she's only just started.

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