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Gracie, it's me. Zoey.

Something's come up.
Could really use your advice.

-You're being deployed?
-Malaysia.

Colonel Alexander Coltrane!

Basically, special forces.

They were the last
to see her alive.

-Move!
-Just wanna talk.

Sergei!

Inspector Amy Long.

You were lucky we showed up
when we did.

See if you recognize
any of these faces.

He was at the ambush.
-You're sure?

Shun-Ko Triad. At the top,
Kim Wei-Fong.

Lao Shu is his enforcer.

Davis mentions Alpha Group
looking for a missing package.

I know what the Russians
are looking for.

250-killaton warhead.

Do you know where the Triads
are keeping this missile?

That's where they're hiding
the nuke.

Now, who's paying the Triads?

-Kingfisher.
-Kingfisher?

Additional tangos inbound.

-Move in.

Every exit's compromised!

Can you hear that?

Go!
-Go away!

Let's go!

- Intel better be solid,
especially considering

the mess your team left
at the Hanto Building.

Radio check, over.
- Good check.

Appreciate being allowed
to participate, Inspector.

Intel retrieved
from the Hanto Building

places a package matching
the stolen missile specs

at Warehouse Foxtrot.

GPS coordinates
have been provided.

- Must be nice,
getting back in the saddle.

- You set?
- Set.

- Let's go.

- Go, go, go!

- Target location ahead.

- Bravo, this is Zero.

Go, go, go.

- Go, go, go!
- Come on!

- Go, go, go, go!

- Clear!

- Clear left!
- Moving forward.

- Zero, there is
nothing in here.

Repeat, nothing.

- Well, that was worth
getting out of bed for.

- It's a transport crate
from the plane.

- Yeah, it was definitely
here before.

Let's get eyes on any
local surveillance in the area,

see if we can't see
when and where it was moved.

- We'll handle that.
Not you.

I put myself on the line
to get this op sanctioned

based on intel
from an illegal raid.

I have no choice.

It's got to be a total lockdown
with citywide checkpoints.

All British military
operations here

are effectively suspended.

- Inspector Leong.

- You okay?

We'll get whoever's
responsible for this.

- She was 27 with a kid.

You know, it was a routine op.

She didn't deserve it.

- Well, that's
a very interesting read.

You seem like a decent soldier.

Military Intelligence,
Spetsnaz field training,

seconded to Alpha Group.

- Going to give me
a medal, Colonel?

- I'm gonna ask you
why you're still here,

why you've ignored
direct orders from your CO

to return home.

- My mission is not complete.

- You've been recalled,
op shut down.

- Colonel Beshnov is only
worried about his reputation.

- I'm not surprised.

An illegal Russian op
going loud and public

is the kind of thing that
fuels sanctions down the line.

Frankly, you're something
of an embarrassment.

- We were set up.

- Triads don't want
this missile for themselves.

It is this Kingfisher.

- And have you any idea
who or what that might be?

- But if they can pay
to steal a missile,

maybe they can
pay someone off in Moscow,

find out my team's
safe house location.

Colonel, we
we are both looking

for the same thing here.

Maybe we could be
of some use to each other.

- And why on earth would
we want to work with you?

- 'Cause you are at a dead end
and I have the way out.

Directorate A files
on the missile theft.

- You're offering to share

classified
Russian intelligence.

Isn't that technically treason?

- Only if I come home
empty-handed.

I will need to contact
my handler,

Lieutenant Pavel Kuragin,
Alpha Group support.

- "Kuragin."

There we go.
Former FSB counterterrorism.

Basically a go-between for

Alpha field agents
and their CO.

- So he's their computer guy.

- That's a little reductive.

Let's see, he trained with

the Foundation for
Advanced Military Research,

specialized
in telecommunications,

information infrastructure,
network operating system,

variants of SQL, Python,
and, uh, yeah.

He's a computer guy.

- If you do go
to see your handler,

you wouldn't be going alone.

This is on our terms.

- Part of me thinks
she's legit.

I mean, we all saw
what happened to her team.

But part of me also thinks
this ends

with us putting a bullet in
her,

or her putting one in us.

- Oh, you're
a little beaming ray

of Aussie sunshine today,
aren't you?

- Now, before anyone
puts a bullet in anyone,

why don't you two go and have
a word with this computer guy?

- Pavel.

- Katrina.

- Come on.

Put down the gun.

They're with me.

- Novin, Wyatt.

British Military Intelligence.

- Yeah, I know
who the fuck you are.

I was asking her
what she is doing with you.

- Let's call it
a cross-cultural exchange.

- Hey, if you're gonna whisper,
you do it in English.

Our terms, remember?

- Did you tell the Colonel?

- I told him
I couldn't contact you,

which was pretty much
the truth.

Katrina, think about
what you are doing.

- Someone doesn't want us
to find this missile.

- You saw the others
killed in front of you.

Maybe it's affecting
your judgment.

- I'm sorry, I--

- No, I can't
let you take that.

- You promised you would help.

- Pavel, for what it's worth,
you know,

we all want the same thing.
- Really?

Because I would like
you not to be here

stealing information
that does not belong to you.

They will think
we are defectors.

What do I tell the Colonel?

- Just tell him you are
still looking for me, Pavel.

Okay?

I will be in touch.

- You okay?
- Fuck you.

- Got anything?

- Yeah, a bad feeling.

We report to Coltrane.

Coltrane reports to
High Commissioner McKitterick.

And right now, McKitterick
is looking pretty damn cozy

with the Triads.

- Son of a bitch.

That's why Davis
kept McKitterick in the dark.

She knew he was dirty.

- You're accusing the
British High Commissioner of

colluding with the Triads,
passing on intel.

- Well, they knew we were
coming to that warehouse.

Someone tipped them off.

- I agree,
but this is circumstantial.

- So because
he's a High Commissioner,

we just sit on our hands
and say "fuck it"?

- No, we find
corroborating evidence,

like his financial records.

- I don't think that's
gonna be easy, sir.

- No, it's not.

Unless, of course,
you were concerned about

how Davis didn't trust him,
so you requested access

to his system,
ostensibly to review

her field reports
but, in reality, to install

proprietary software
to brute-force access

to his private accounts.

Oh, I like you.
- Thank you.

Looks like McKitterick has
six-figure gambling debts

to various bookmakers
and casinos, and I would take

an educated guess that these
are all run by the Shun-Ko.

- And if I was trying
to smuggle a nuke out of

the country, a diplomatic pass
would be a big help.

Brings you right through
those borders and checkpoints.

- McKitterick has the power
to shut us down.

We're going to need backing
from local authorities.

McAllister, see if you can't
convince Inspector Leong

to give us her support.

- Uh, that might be
a bit tricky.

She's not exactly
my biggest fan at the minute.

- Well, then lie to her.

Tell her what
she needs to hear.

You've got this.
You're one of the most

capable soldiers
I've ever worked with.

- Thanks.

- See? It's easy.

The rest of you, on me.

I need to hear
what our High Commissioner

has to say for himself.

- Good one.

- I meet a lot of people.
Every day, I mean.

Comes with the job.
- This isn't "people."

This is Kim Wei-Fung,
head of the Shun-Ko,

an organization
that you coincidentally owe

thousands in gambling debts to.

- Alexander,

you've already ruined
your career once.

Are you sure you want
to double down on that?

I wish I could help.

- You know, there was a time
I might have broken

your bloody arm
for lying to me.

Thankfully I have calmed down.

- Do you know, I think
I know what this is all about.

- James
- This is Afghanistan

- If they want something
from you

- This is the Arbakai,
this is IEDs on the road.

This is you trying to make
amends for what you did.

- I am trying
to fucking help you!

Please.

We have a limited window

in which to
track this missile down.

The Triads will need your help
to get it out of the city.

- Let's...

say...

they did want
something from me.

And I refused.

Who do you think they'd target?

- We could protect them.

- There's, what, four of you?

Once you've gone, I mean--
we already live behind

walls and gates,
and it's not enough.

- Something important?

- I'm backing
the recommendation

for your team's removal.

Sorry.

Truly.

- Zero, we have eyes on Alpha.

Vehicle is on the move.

- Stay on him.

- Copy that.

- So now we grab him, yes?

- Without the backing
of the authorities

we'd just be a bunch
of rogue operatives

running around waving guns,
kidnapping people.

- Works for me.

- We just need Mac
to come through for us.

- Inspector Leong.
How you doing?

- McAllister.

Come inside.

- Interesting décor.

These all concerning Laoshu?

I mean, there's dedication,

then there's personal.

- Laoshu is my father.

My mother thought
he was an insurance salesman.

She had no idea
about his real life,

until the day
a rival Triad gang

tried to take him out.

They missed him.
Didn't miss her.

- How old were you?

- I was only four.

But I was lucky.

Brought up by a lovely couple

who didn't even mind
when their daughter announced

she wanted to be a cop.

Day of graduation
from the Academy,

he's outside, waiting for me.

- Must have been
an interesting conversation.

- He said he was sorry,

said he'd do anything
to make amends.

So I asked him to leave,

for good.

- And now he's back.

If my team was reactivated,
we could take him down.

- If you're going to try

emotional manipulation,
at least make it subtle.

- Look.

That--that wasn't
meant like that.

- Come on, you don't really
give a shit about me.

I'm just another obstacle
for you to overcome.

- Look,
this was a courtesy call.

A nuke like that in the wild

is a six-figure death toll
on a good day.

- You're exactly
what I expected.

- Whoa, what--you don't know
anything about me.

How can you say that?
- Really?

What have you got
outside all this?

Friends? Family?
A real life?

- Uh, you've
got criminal profiles

on your fridge and
you want to give me a lecture?

- You're very perceptive,
Sergeant McAllister.

- What are you gonna do?
Arrest me?

- Again, very perceptive.

If I have to.

I don't have the keys
to these, you know.

You're kidding me, right?

- Yes.

I'm kidding.

- Stop!

- Shit.
You go, I'll hold them off.

- This way.

- Shit,
we might have to jump.

Go!

- Sorry, love!
- I'm sorry.

I'll explain later.

- I'll make my own way back.

- He's leaving
his security detail behind.

He's getting inside
the racetrack.

- Apparently the Shun-Ko own

a majority share in the place.

I have a bad feeling
McKitterick

may be meeting with them.

Stay on him.

And remember:
strict rules of engagement.

We can only observe
unless something goes wrong.

- Copy that.

- Which means
we can't touch McKitterick

until the Malaysian police
give us the okay.

Consider that underlined twice.

- Oi!
- What?

- What are you doing?
You know our orders.

- Your orders, not mine.

To observe until we get
permission to engage,

but what if the crazy Russian

wants to just grab
the High Commissioner and--

- Well, we'd be forced
to intervene.

- It's not gonna happen,
all right?

Our op, our rules.

When it comes down to it,
Zarkova,

you're kind of expendable.

- Thank you
for reminding me, Sergeant.

- Hey, hey!
- Nicely handled.

- Zarkova's moving in,
we're following.

Shit.

Stairs.

Morning,
High Commissioner.

- You, sit.

- It was you.

Laoshu, yes?

You're the one who killed
the British soldier.

- Who are you here with?

- Well, unfortunately,
I am alone.

Because you
took out my team, as well.

- She just gave us a sit-rep.

Third floor, six Tangos.

And she's with Davis' killer.

- Well, that's not our op.

We stay on mission.

- Zero, we have Alpha target
on the third floor.

I got a visual
on multiple Tangos.

Permission to engage.

- Thanks to Bravo,
Inspector Leong

has got us permission
to engage

in exceptional circumstances,

so extract and
secure the target.

- Sign.

- You understand what happens
if I give your vehicle

diplomatic clearance and then
my actions are discovered?

- A man in debt to the Shun-Ko
cannot walk away.

You could hide your family,
but we will find them.

Of this I am sure.

- If I agree to sign?

- They will be safe.

You have my word.

- No one can know about this.

- Please understand,
none of this is a choice.

And for that, I am sorry.

- McKitterick, move!

- Move!

Get down!

- Laoshu!

- He's escaping
down the back stairs!

- Forget him.

- Can you move?

- Novin, let's go!
- Copy that!

- On point!

- Contact left!

- Get down, head down!
Move, move!

- Contact right!

- You okay?
- You realize what you've done?

They'll come after
my family now!

- Well, then you shouldn't have
gotten in bed with the Shun-Ko.

- More incoming!
- Move, on me!

- Moving to extract
Target Alpha now!

Moving!

- I'll hold back
till you're clear!

- Bravo's en route.

Rendezvous at the underground
car park.

- Keep left.

- Bravo,
Tangos on their way.

Stay sharp.
I'll make my own way.

- Get the target to withdraw
any diplomatic decrees

that he's issued.

- What did they want?

The Shun-Ko,
what did they want?

- Diplomatic clearance
for a vehicle.

- All right, we're gonna
have to get you

to cancel that, okay?

- Contact!

- Move, move!

- Make the call.

Get back!

Oh, nice car.

McKitterick, come on!

Make the call.

- I'll cover the other side.

- This is High
High Commissioner McKitterick.

Pass code 6-3-1

- Contact!

- Finish the bloody call.

- Amy.

- They sent people to my home.

- Clear!
- Clear.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.
Put that gun down.

- You have absolutely no idea

what they're capable of!

There's no way
you can protect my--

my wife, my daughters.

I'm the only one
who can do that.

- Shit!

- Alpha is down.
Repeat, Alpha is down.

- Did he complete the call?

- Negative.
We've got nothing.

- All right, we can't stop
the diplomatic clearance

but we track it,

see if it's been used.

- Novin, sit-rep!
- En route, mate.

Wait a minute.
Eyes on Laoshu.

- Diplomatic pass was used

on a road leading
to the Serendah region

outside the city.

- It's a 20-minute drive
from here.

- We can make it in ten.
- Go.

- Novin!

Novin!

Novin, sit-rep!
- Go on without me.

- You heard her.
Let's go.

- All right, it's just
you and me on the line.

I want you to think
about what you're doing.

Disobeying a direct order--
that's how a career ends.

- She knew McKitterick
was dirty.

She had nowhere to turn
but me.

I let her down.

I've read Davis' file,
saw what it did to her.

She had a family, a life,

and to die like that
in some filthy alleyway...

I'm not letting him walk away.

- Laoshu is not the mission.

- That's why it's on me.

- Listen, I understand
how you feel.

I know how losing someone
stays with you.

Believe me, I know.

But this isn't the way.

- She deserved better.
I'm sorry.

- It's the Hulu Langat
Forest Reserve,

and the nearest
significant landmark

is the disused Hutan Besar

palm oil plantation
built on land

owned by the Wei-Fong family.

As in Kim Wei-Fong,
head of the Shun-Ko.

Locate and secure
the package, over.

- Copy that.

Looks like
Triad command and control.

Transport helo is heading
to a plantation landing site.

We need to get to that helo.

- There's too many of them.
Can't go through there.

- All right, me and Amy'll
provide cover.

You and Zarkova flank left,

make a direct line
to the landing site.

- "Direct line" meaning

"run like hell
and hope for the best"?

- You've got this.

You're one of the most
capable soldiers

I've ever worked with.

- Holy shit, that does work.

All right, fuck it.

I was the one that
wanted more action, right?

- Yeah.
Go over there.

With the racket from that helo,
they won't hear a thing.

Fragging out.

Go.

- Moving forward.

- They're rigging it up now.
It's going airborne.

- Secure that warhead.

But take extra care.

We don't want any ammo
impacting on that nuke.

- You're a good shot.

You think you can cover me?

- All right, go, go.

- Go!

- Contact!

Technical!

- Grenade!

- You shouldn't have
made him come back.

- Amy.

- I've got this.

- Yeah, you've got this.

- Fuck.
- You okay?

- So-so.

- My fight is not with you.

- Mine is.

Remember Davis?

- I will wait
for Godfather Kim to return.

His will be the last life
I ever take.

Please.

This is over.

- Not even close.

I should have given her
a chance to fight for her life.

There would have been
more honor in that!

- Fuck your honor.

- You are upset.
- Yeah.

We screwed the pooch.

- You had sex with a dog,
or what?

- Oi, you tramp.
Means we fucked the mission up.

- I know that, Sergeant.

- Helo's gone,
the warhead with it,

and all this shit
was for nothing.

Well, maybe your
new Russian friend

knows where it is going.

- What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?
Zarkova!

Zarkova!

- Just had word from Novin.

Your father.

I'm sorry.

- He wasn't my father.

He was just a man
who shouldn't have come back.

- Was thinking about
what you said earlier.

About having a life
outside of all this.

- We wouldn't work out.

- I mean,
do you want to think about it?

That was pretty brutal.

- Yeah.

I'll probably regret it later.

See you around, Sergeant.

- See ya.

- You fixed a tracker
to the missile crate?

- We were outnumbered.
Seemed the best tactic.

- That's a ballsy move.

So?

Where's it heading?
- And I would tell you because?

- Because you wouldn't have
got anywhere near it

if it wasn't for us.

Have the Shun-Ko said
who's paying them?

- According to local police,

helicopter didn't belong
to the Shun-Ko.

None of the Triads
knew where it was headed.

And the only name
they managed to recover

was the same as the one
from the Hanto Building:

Kingfisher.

- So I find this Kingfisher,
this missile.

Otherwise,
how can I go home?

No team.

Disobeyed direct orders.

- Captain.

If you're willing to
share your intelligence,

I am willing to discuss
some kind of a deal.

- We have a word, "poputchik."

"Strangers who form a bond
over a long journey."

- What are you saying?
We're all poputchiks now?

- Oh, me and you?

Nyet.
- Oh, I get that.

That's that famous Russian
sense of humor, right?

- Signal's good.

Heading northwest
over the water.

- So how do we do this, sir?

Straight-up dismissal?
Court martial?

- Well, normally I like
to start with a conversation.

- You know I screwed up.

Left you in the dark,
disregarded orders.

- Unless those orders
were to track down

and eliminate whoever
killed Lance Corporal Davis.

Is that mission finished?

- Yes, sir.
It is.

- Then do the honors, please.

- To Lance Corporal Zoe Davis.

Lance Corporal Davis.

Good girl.