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man: Agent Morgan.

This is everything you got off Chloe O'Brian?

Yeah, there wasn't much.

Prepaid from a stolen shipment.

Did you check the SIM card numbers

from the rest of the shipment? O'Brian's group might be using

other phones from the same batch.

We can run a trace. Yeah,

usually we get the local police to track them down.

Their procedures can be a little slow.

Right. Well, never mind.

I've got my own procedures.

The old woman driving the car said

the motorcycle came out of the blue.

(Phone ringing) Oh, hang on...

Hello?

It's me. Listen, I sent you

the SIM number for a mobile phone

from a stolen shipment. I need the numbers

from every other phone in the same lot.

No, I've told you before. I won't do this anymore.

It's getting too risky.

This is important, Ken.

It's always important.

What do you think your DCI is gonna think

when I tell him you've been on our payroll

for the last three years?

You'd be in just as much trouble as I would.

You know, I seriously doubt that.

All right, fine.

I'll do it.

But this is the very last time.

You've got 20 minutes.

(Phone beeps)

(Phone dialing)

Erik: What is she doing here?

I reinstated her.

Just until we get Bauer back.

I'm putting her on this with you. Sir?

And she deserves it. She's the only one

who knew that Bauer was up to something.

Well, she wasn't that perceptive when it came to her husband.

Look, she might be trying to prove something. That's fine.

But you don't really expect me

to be working with her... I expect you

to do your job without questioning my orders.

Steve: That one. Good.

(Coughing)

(Beeps)

My God, Chloe!

Chloe?

We thought you'd left us.

What happened to you?

Um...

Man: Chloe, you look terrible.

You okay?

Man: Three days?

Where in God's name have you been?

Locked in a CIA black site.

You what?

Um...

They grabbed me.

I was making a supply run on my own.

I was careless. I'm sorry.

How badly are we compromised?

I didn't say a word.

So, they just let you go?

I, uh...

A guy I used to work with broke me out.

Told me to go somewhere safe.

I know that sounds crazy.

Yeah, I mean,

he broke you out... that's impossible.

Not for him.

He's a former head of CTU, Jack Bauer.

Oh...

I have to shut it down.

We'll have to shut it down.

We're moving to another spot.

Chloe: No!

He's my friend.

He was trying to protect me.

Nobody move!

Chloe: Jack?

Put your hands where I can see them.

Jack, what are you doing?!

So, you're Adrian Cross. Yes.

What is this? What's going on?

No need to introduce yourself.

Certainly see enough of your name

in the files we take.

Which one of you is Derek Yates?

(Louder): I said, "which one of you

is Derek Yates?!"

Yates no longer works with us.

We had a clash of styles.

Then you're gonna help me find him.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Yeah, I'm afraid you don't have any choice.

We always have a choice, Mr. Bauer.

That's what this organization represents.

Were I to help you, what would happen to my credibility?

Your credibility?

I am not gonna ask a third time.

Chloe: Stop! Stop! We will help you.

I promise. I will help you.

(Grunts)

Why are you looking for Yates?

I need to know what he's doing.

Or else I can't begin to find him.

Two weeks ago I intercepted intel

framing an assassination attempt on president Heller.

It's supposed to take place in London here today.

The only hard name I could pick out

was Derek Yates.

I tracked it to this organization.

Your organization.

You want that on your hands, Chloe?

Adrian: Yates got greedy.

Began selling data to the highest bidder

like it was some sort of auction house or something.

Also I caught him

hacking into military weapon systems.

Why?

I really don't know.

I knew it was time for him to go.

I don't do that sort of thing.

Take direct action like that.

We don't. We just

acquire information and disseminate it.

Nothing more.

You make it sound like what you do is benign.

We both know it isn't.

Do we?

Get started, Chloe.

I don't want to be here any longer than I have to.

Pete, make sure the others

have access to the closed- circuit surveillance system

from the London transport.

Uh, okay, which ones?

All of them. We'll be doing

lots of backtracing.

We may need to piggyback servers.

Chell, pull up your facial recognition program.

We'll use it for the cctv.

We're gonna be scanning for any signs of Derek Yates.

(Typing, low chatter)

(Typing)

You were my friend.

If you wanted my help, you should've just asked.

(Birds chirping)

(Hip-hop music playing, indistinct chatter)

Hey, bash.

How long's that junkie bastard Yates here for anyway?

He's paying his way. Don't worry about it.

How about her ladyship? Is he paying for her, too?

I said "don't worry about it."

Right.

I'm working.

(Eastern European accent): You working too much.

(Kissing)

Do you want me to send you to the other room?

No!

Those men scare me.

Why can't we go to nice hotel?

Those scary men are protecting us, baby.

Who from?

(Phone rings)

Speak of the devil.

Yeah? Yeah, hi. Did you get it?

Woman: I'm watching it now.

Very impressive.

And the Americans had no idea

that you were controlling the drone?

No, no, no, no, none.

I monitored their comm traffic for weeks

to find the perfect patsy, plant the evidence.

Aren't you clever.

So we're still on schedule? Baby...

I didn't hear what you said.

Yeah, we're on schedule.

Even with the modifications I requested?

Baby, I don't care to be ignored.

What? Would you shut up?!

Yeah, uh, yeah, it's almost done.

Is there someone there with you?

I asked you a question.

No. No, of course not. It's just, it's the TV.

You haven't told anyone else about this?

About your device?

No.

All right.

I'll be at the arranged place with your money.

But don't keep me waiting.

(Line clicks, dial tone drones)

(Phone beeps)

Thank God. Greg, this is crazy.

They won't let me talk to my wife.

Let's stick to ranks right now, lieutenant.

Sit down, please.

You gotta know I didn't do this.

Just tell me again what happened.

I was piloting the mq-1 predator,

doing recon and surveillance for a convoy outside kandahar.

Major Shepherd's convoy.

Out of nowhere, the drone suddenly banked to the southwest.

I assumed computer failure, tried to abort.

Systems wouldn't respond.

That's when the missiles armed themselves.

Missiles don't arm themselves.

That's how it seemed.

It was like someone else had control.

So "someone else" decided to target Shepherd's vehicle...

Right after he revoked your weekend pass.

The man about whom you wrote,

"I'm gonna put Shepherd down like the bitch he is.

There's only so much a man can take."

I didn't write that.

We got it off a military posting site you frequent.

Dated three weeks ago.

You think I'd be stupid enough

to write something like that down?

People say and do a lot of things when they're angry.

Come on! You know that's not me!

You really think I'm a murderer?

I know four people are dead.

Where's my flight key?

Mps took it.

Check the data on it.

It'll have all my keystrokes logged,

back up what I'm saying.

It's been checked.

And cross-checked with the on board flight recorder.

Every command came directly from your console.

You gotta get to grips with this, Chris.

But I can't help you unless you own up to what you did.

You can let the MPS know when you're ready to talk to me.

Greg, the answer has to be on my flight key, okay?

I've been set up. I swear to God!

Check it again!

Just, please.

They're missing something, I know it.

Something that'll clear me!

Greg!

(Low chatter)

I cannot tell you how much

I appreciate your support on this, Alastair.

I know it hasn't been easy.

Well, sitting down with opposition leaders rarely is.

That's why I do it as little as possible.

But your presence here I believe will go a long way

towards securing the votes needed

for an extension on the lease of your base.

Heller: Audrey! Mr. prime minister.

I'd like you to meet my daughter, Audrey.

Yes, we know each other of course.

Thank you so much for everything

you've done for the guest list for this reception.

Thank you. I do have to give my staff all the credit.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,

but mark needs to have a word with you when you have a moment.

I'm sure the prime minister and I can find plenty of things

to talk about until you return.

Thank you, Alastair.

Sir, we just received word,

an American drone fired a missile at one of our own

armored vehicles in Afghanistan.

Four people were killed.

It appears one of our own pilots is responsible.

Two of the dead were British officers.

Oh, my God. By our hand?

Yes, Mr. president.

This incident is gonna wipe out the support we needed

to maintain our drone base in Diego Garcia.

We have to discuss the implications...

Later. I think it's important

that the prime minister hear this news from me.

Ron: Hold on.

Agent Navarro.

What is it, Navarro?

I've been trying to reach you, sir.

There's been a situation. Bauer escaped.

What are you talking about? You just apprehended him!

Yes, sir. Which may have been exactly

what he wanted. What?

He broke out another prisoner, an ex-colleague of his.

It appears that Bauer's purpose for being in London

was to effect that rescue.

So you're saying he has no designs on president Heller?

From what we know, it appears unlikely.

But you can't be sure. I mean,

for all you know, he may need this colleague

to carry out his attack on the president.

I suppose it's possible.

Should I alert the brits?

No. We have enough to contend with.

It is on you to reacquire Bauer. And I'd do it quickly,

or you can kiss your career.

Yes, sir.

(Phone beeps)

Adrian: No, that's not why I'm calling.

When was the last time you saw Yates?

Your friend's tattoo.

It's serbian mob. One slash for each murder he's committed.

What the hell have you been doing

the past four years?

What have you got on Yates?

Nothing on the underground.

We're gonna start searching block by block.

Work fast.

Why are you doing this, Jack?

Some fantasy that if you stop the attack,

save Heller, all will be forgiven?

You can return back

to your daughter and her family?

There's no going back for me. It's not about that.

I told you this is bigger than Heller.

No, you said that for Adrian's benefit.

But I know you, Jack.

For better or worse.

You know Heller.

You know he's a good man.

No, I don't know that.

And you didn't answer my question.

Why you?

I owe him.

I owe his family.

You mean Audrey. Audrey and her dad

are part of the same system that screwed us both.

At least I'm doing something

to fight against it. How?

By leaking classified information? Military secrets?

People are out there dying in the field, Chloe.

Intelligence agencies keep secrets

because what they're doing is criminal.

(Scoffs)

You're smarter than that. I can see you talking,

but all I can hear is Adrian Cross.

(Mouthing)

You don't get to judge me, Jack.

Not after what I've been through.

(Typing)

Hey, stosh, look at this.

It's raw footage from an embedded reporter.

What's going on?

It's a friendly fire incident in Afghanistan.

There's a lot of chatter on the military channels.

An American drone attacked an allied military vehicle.

There's four people dead.

Pilot's saying he didn't do it.

Says someone or something took control of the drone.

Chloe: They actually believe that?

Where was this drone piloted from?

Here in the U.K. Lower heyford air force base.

Tracked through milstar satellite system?

That's the same system Yates was hacking into.

Maybe that's how

they plan to attack Heller. There are easier ways

to assassinate a president

than hijack a drone. Not if they're trying

to make a point.

This attack was in Afghanistan.

Maybe it was a dry run.

I think you should talk to someone in the government.

O? No one would listen.

They think I'm a terrorist. This is our only play.

We need to find Yates.

Adrian: He's in west ealing...

Hiding in a council estate.

"Projects" as you would call it.

You sure? Mm-hmm.

Very good source on this one.

Here's the rub.

The bloke who runs the building is a heroin dealer

named Aron Bashir. "Basher" as he's known to his no doubt lovely friends.

Anyway, we know he's Yates' supplier

and a bit of a nasty piece of work. The address.

Thank you.

You can thank me by leaving and never coming back.

You can't go in there blind.

I can track the tower block's cctv system,

but I need to be on site.

I can't ask you to do that.

You're not.

You're gonna need comm support.

(Speaks serbian)

Get what you need.

Let me do this.

I'll get him off our back.

Find Yates, and this will be over.

Pull up a satellite feed, cover us from there.

And get the van ready.

I'm gonna call the prime minister.

Make a formal request

to speak to parliament in session.

With all due respect, sir,

I-I-I don't think that's a good idea.

You'll be facing a hostile mob.

Already, the opposition is intimating

that out government is whitewashing the investigation,

that certain facts of the incident

have been covered up by us.

General.

Who was the drone pilot responsible?

Lieutenant Chris Tanner. Heller: How long would it take

to get him here?

Sir?

I want you to bring him here

and allow the royal military police

to interrogate him under your supervision.

Sir, handing over an American serviceman

to foreign jurisdiction is a violation of our

status of forces agreement.

Please, make the arrangements now.

Your protest has been noted.

Sir.

(Heller exhales)

Mark: This gesture

of transparency

is not gonna get you the votes you need.

But it may

force them to hear

what I have to say.

I'm not gonna prepare a speech.

I'm going to apologize from the heart.

Make them realize the threat

to each and every one of us

if we lose this island.

Sir, they do things differently in parliament.

They're gonna respond to

honesty, mark.

Just like the voters

during the election.

We were five points down in Ohio

when we did that town hall meeting.

You're not addressing

a bunch of undecided farmers.

These are practiced

legislators who want blood.

Eye gonna shout you down,

they're gonna call you a liar,

they're gonna call you a murderer. It's brutal.

Especially for someone who...

who... Who what?

Someone who what?

Who isn't at the top of their game.

Oh. You don't think that I'm up to this?

No, sir, I-I don't.

You didn't think I was up to Ohio, either.

Thanks, mark.

Hey.

I just passed general Coburn. He looks really upset.

What is going on?

Could we have the room, please?

Your father wants to talk to parliament.

I told him he'd be

walking into a massacre, but he-he won't believe me.

You've got to talk him out of it.

Well, if he believes that it will work,

maybe we should let him try. No, you don't understand.

They're gonna come at him from all sides.

He will not be able to handle that.

So when you told me not to worry

about the slip that he made earlier,

were you just... I meant it.

But you yourself said

the pressure can accelerate his decline.

You know how important this is to him. We...

We can prepare him. I'll help you.

We'll do a debate prep session.

Audrey... Mark.

All we have to do is get him

through this trip.

(TV playing quietly)

Reporter: Friendly fire, and the casualties...

This was you, yes?

Yep.

You don't feel bad?

Those people were already dead.

They just didn't know it.

After today,

doomsday clock's set at one minute to.

The whole world's going to hell.

End of the world?

The American president's gonna die on foreign soil.

Ironically... some might say poetically...

killed by American drones.

That ain't gonna go unanswered.

Dominos are gonna fall,

and we're gonna sit it all out in Greenland.

Greenland?

Yeah. Beautiful.

Gold, Ruby mines.

An economy that doesn't

depend on the subjugation of smaller countries.

It's perfect. And in about...

28 minutes,

when we make the exchange,

I'm gonna be able to afford much more comfortable

surroundings than this.

But from what I know about this bitch I'm selling to,

God help me if I don't deliver on time,

so just shut up and let me get on with it, okay?

Jordan: No sign of Bauer yet in our first pass

at the search grid. They found the vehicle

he escaped in empty and abandoned.

My source at the met came through.

There are two phones in the stolen shipment that are activated

and close to one another.

And you think it might be Bauer and O'Brian.

It's possible. Where are these phones now?

A housing project in west ealing.

Look, I can't promise you that

Bauer's there, but right now

it's as good a lead as we've got.

All right, take a team, check it out.

Basher's building is in the middle.

Okay.

Jack...

Yates isn't gonna be dangerous,

but basher and his men are.

Got it, thanks.

How long is it gonna take you

to access their closed-circuit television? A couple minutes.

I'll let you know as soon as I'm in.

Okay, I want to test our comm units.

Testing, one, two, three.

Got it. Okay.

I assure you,

the United States government

will conduct a vigorous

and transparent investigation

of this incident.

The royal military police

will be granted

full access to lieutenant Tanner,

the individual we believe responsible.

Mark: Mr. president.

Doesn't this incident call into question

your screening procedures, and, in fact,

the entire drone program itself?

Well, every U.S. combat pilot

undergoes a thorough psychological evaluation.

And I am confident in that screening method.

Mark: Are the families of the murdered soldiers

supposed to take comfort in that?

Of course not. Mark: What do you say

to the children,

one as young as five,

whose fathers will never come home again?

They deserve

an answer to that question, sir.

There's never a good answer

for a senseless act.

Mark: So you're saying...

But I would help them understand

that their loved ones were heroes

in the truest sense of the word.

Heroes who died fighting to make

this country safe.

Heroes whose names

will remain in my heart forever.

And to the members of this body, I would say,

if you withdraw from this fight,

the deaths of these three men

will serve as nothing more

than a call to surrender.

They deserve better.

Three men, sir?

You realize there were four men

who died in the attack.

Four. Who would you like to strike

from the casualty list? None of the Americans, I suppose.

What'd I say, three? How about captain Olson?

He only had one child and it was just a daughter.

Mark...

I'm curious, can you, can you name

the other British soldier

killed in this attack?

You have to consult your notes?

He's not important enough to remember his name?

This man who you will

"hold in your heart forever"?

And you can't remember his name?

What's his name?!

Damn it, mark.

I think I have a little work to do.

Mr. president.

Lieutenant Wilkins.

Married father of three.

God...

He needs to know what he'll be up against.

Audrey...

(Sighs)

Looks like basher's got two in the front,

one in the back. You see anything that

could tell us which apartment Yates would be holed up in?

Chloe: There are ten floors and 200 flats.

He could be in any one of them.

(Sighs)

Basher would want to keep Yates close to him.

You think you could cut off the feed to the camera in the rear?

Yeah.

Someone might notice.

I'm counting on it.

(Low chatter)

Mick.

Mick...

'Lo.

Camera's playing up.

Mick: Oh, man.

(Clicks tongue)

Bloody hell! Bash!

Basher: What are you all standing there for?

Go downstairs and help!

Move! Let me know what's going on.

(Door opens, closes)

What's all the shouting?

Just get back in there

and lock yourself in.

Move.

Now.

(Locks clicking)

I got something.

Jack, fourth floor.

Two of them, coming your way.

Copy that.

Chloe: Jack, it's the second door on the right.

(Door lock clicks)

(Grunts)

(Stammers)

(Whimpers)

Everybody stay calm.

I just want to talk.

Basher: Let him go.

I take it you're Basher.

You're the one who came to talk. What do you want?

You're protecting a man named Derek Yates.

Is there any chance he can hear me right now?

Why?

'Cause I want

to make you a deal.

What? For him?

Sorry, not really worth it on my end.

No offense, Mick.

Not for his life.

For yours.

Look, I can tell you consider yourself

a pretty intimidating group.

You probably think I'm at a disadvantage.

I promise you I'm not.

You give me Derek Yates, and I give you the opportunity

to walk out of here without being harmed.

I suggest you take it.

Really?

We're getting out of here!

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Both grunting)

(Low moan)

They're close.

(Phone beeps)

Adrian? Chloe, you're about to have some company.

There's a convoy heading your way.

Are you sure they're for us?

Definitely tourists from Langley.

Closing fast.

They've been tracking us.

Chloe, you've got to get out.

(Phone beeps)

There. Right there.

You in the van, come out!

Last chance! Get out of the vehicle

with your hands in the air now!

(Crackling, hissing)

They can't be far.

(Elevator bell dings)

Hey!

Have you seen this man in the building?

Yeah, yeah.

He's crazy. He's upstairs.

He's got a gun.

Yates, freeze!

Bauer, put it down, and get on the ground!

Drop the weapon now, Bauer!

Don't let them go!

Put it on the ground! Drop it now!

I'm putting the weapon down!

Just stop that couple!

Agent Morgan?

Please, you got to trust me.

Now, you need to tell your men to stop...

(Gunshots)

He's heading down! Kate!

Locked down the area!

We've got Bauer!

Put the weapon down now.

Slowly, slowly.

All the way to the ground.

Up against the car.

(Grunts)

You are chasing the wrong guy.

Now, you seem smarter than the rest of them

so I'm gonna tell you this once.

I'm trying to prevent an attack on president Heller.

And you are getting in my way.

(Both grunting)

Now, that was a mistake.

(Grunts)

Morgan.

Morgan!

Jack, get in!

Move over!

(Grunts)

We got a man down!

(Tires screech)

Where'd you get the car?

I stole it.

I hotwired it.

Good job.

You're bleeding. It just grazed me.

I'm fine, but Yates got away.

Here, I got this from his cpu.

What is it?

Design schematics, some kind

of multi-channel

override system.

There's ten modules.

It's drones.

You were right, Jack.

This system can commandeer

up to ten U.S. drones.

Son of a bitch.

They're planning a full-scale attack.

All the evidence is here

to alert the authorities.

They can decrypt the data.

Okay, good.

No! No, no, no, no, no!

What's happening?

Yates embedded a self-destruct program.

It's erasing itself.

Can you save it?

Chloe, save it! (Groans)

Couldn't do it. It was erasing my hard drive.

All I have is the piece of the schematic.

Son of a bitch.

Okay, Yates was carrying a hard-shell case.

The device must be in there.

We need to pick up his trail now!

Yeah, he could be anywhere.

Start with the closed-circuit tvs from the towers.

He was heading South.

Damn it!

Are we okay?

Yeah, yeah. Looks like it, yeah.

Just want to hang here a little while longer.

Just to be safe.

What about your work?

It's all done.

Just got to find a new buyer.

A new buyer?

Why?

Guy who chased us,

who do you think sent him?

Margot.

How do you know?

Well, why pay when you can kill me

and get the device for free?

Devious bitch.

Oh, baby.

Yeah, but it's all right. Mmm.

We're still gonna clean up.

Plenty of people want

to pay for this little baby.

Back in a minute.

Two more.

Yeah, all right.

(Door creaking)

(Footsteps approaching)

You-you are unbelievable.

Oh, but I want you.

Now.

Well... (Laughs)

Geez, you love doing it in public places, don't you?

Mm-hmm. You are gonna

have to actually wait till I finish, baby.

(Grunts)

(Door creaks opens)

(Phone dialing)

(English accent): Hi, it's me.

I've got the device, but there was a problem.

What? Someone came after us.

An American.

I don't know who he was.

I've never seen him before.

We barely got away.

Are you sure you're not being followed?

Yes.

But Derek thought you double-crossed him.

Started talking about finding another buyer.

So...

You took care of it.

Yes. That's my girl.

Come home as soon as you can.

Mommy's waiting.

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