All language subtitles for Ultimate Force (2002) - S03E01 - Deadlier than the Male (576p x265 Panda) (1)_track3_[eng]-eng

It's upside down.

What?

The paper - it's upside down.

Look at the pictures.

Mmm.

(Cod Arabic accent) Yesterday was scorchio.

Today is scorchio
and tomorrow will be scorchio too.

And they read from right to left.

RADIO: Romeo 1-2, approaching the street.
How's it looking?

HENNO: Quiet enough.

Have you visual?

RADIO: Got that.

Ricky, cover your face, mate.

RICKY ON RADIO: Roger that.

HENNO:
As per intelligence, the house has a blue door.

RADIO: OK Got that.

We will pick you up 35 seconds after the go.

Get into the house, grab our man and get out.

Ricky, you take upstairs. Jamie covers the front
and the inside. Pete, you take the six.

RADIO: Got that.
- All call signs, I have control.

Stand by.

And go.

30.

25.

RADIO: It looks like a bum steer.
There's nobody here.

All right, move out.

15.

Shit! You have company.

(Gunfire)

(Screaming)

(Gunfire)

(Screams)

Jamie!

Argh!

HENNO: Shit! Two men down.
Repeat, two men down.

This is Romeo One Sierra Alpha.
We have contact. Repeat, contact.

Prepare to move. Move!

Request backup from all Bravo call signs.

Magazine!

Target top left.

Shit!

Let's get out of here, come on!

(Recalls) 30. 25.

RADIO:
It looks like a bum steer. There's nobody here.

- Shit!
- (Screaming)

(Gunfire)

This is Romeo One Sierra Alpha.
We have contact Repeat, contact.

(Gunfire and screaming)

(Gunfire)

- Shit!
- Let's get out of here. Come on!

Boss.

All right?

You know, Henry, everyone would understand
if you felt you'd had enough.

I'm not retiring. I'll have to be pushed.

OK.

When the time comes.

I'mer... I'm fine.

- Louis's been a great comfort.
- Has he? (Laughs)

I've got a little diversion for you.

Last lot of students on selection
about to start their E&E.

No matter how cold, wet, tired
and starving you are...

there is one thing you can depend on -

there's worse shite to come.

One big difference with this lot -

one of them has breasts.

SERGEANT MAJOR:
OK. Get your kit on.

DEMPSEY: I was hoping we'd lose her
somewhere along the previous six months.

- I never thought a woman would be up to it.
- But this one is?

- Yes.
- That's quite impressive, isn't it?

All those tossers in Whitehall probably think
it's some fantastic PR coup.

- And you don't?
- It's a disaster.

Come on! Move yourself!

Russians and the Israelis
have women in their combat units.

- They're all ugly.
- Where's Caroline?

DEMPSEY: I got rid of her.

Couldn't have her miserable face
moping around the place now that Jamie's gone.

I'm sure that the Para Hunter force
will do that job.

They're bound fo catch her
and give her a good beasting.

I have it on good authority
the Paras think the whole thing's hilarious.

They'll do anything to get her through

so we can have the pleasure of welcoming
some hairy-kneed lesbian into our ranks.

We'll be the laughing stock of the Army.

Henry, I don't think you've grasped
the seriousness of this.

If she gets through she's going into Red Troop.

Quite.

Now, this is the sort of woman
we want at Hereford. Kathy?

- May I introduce you to Henry Garvie?
- Hi.

Your reputation precedes you.

Pleased to meet you.

Is that the tracking device?

Yeah.

Hm.

And the transmitter?

KATHY:
It's in Rebecca Gallagher's greatcoat.

Pack it in, Ed. Concentrate.

I am in the zone, Becca. Just because I'm
focussed, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself.

You're sick.

CAR PARK ATTENDANT:
Allright, love.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi, Devi.

You doing a double today?

Somebody's got to do it.

Pete was a good tracker.

Yeah, but he's dead.

They've swum for it.
I suppose it means they're not totally stupid.

I don't think it's a good idea to
get attached to people in this game.

It distracts you from the job in hand.

Mind you, she was tasty, Pete's wife.

- I'm surprised you haven't gone in there.
- Louis...

No, but, you know,
with your wife pushed off and that.

Louis...just concentrate on the job in hand.

When we get her,
this Gl Jane, will we break her legs or what!

Louis, you seem to be missing
the seriousness of the situation.

We've just lost three men.

If she passes selection she'll be in Red Troop.

We'll be the laughing stock of the regiment.

Of the whole Army.

That's a bloody nightmare.

You've got to wonder
how they got through six months.

All the jungle training
must have passed them by.

I mean, the quality of new blood
they're bringing in these days...

Louis, shut up.

Yeah, you were right.

Yeah. It was me they were following.

I knew they'd try to nobble me.

Look, you guys should split away.

- I've respect for you...
- No way we're blowing six months

- just for being well-mannered.
- No. I wouldn't either.

You go that way. I'll give those two arseholes
ten minutes, then I'll shadow them.

Good luck.

(Sighs)

- What?
- I'm sticking with you.

- Don't patronise me, I don't...
- I'm not.

It's for the crack. It'll be more fun with you.

- Hello, everybody.
ALL: Hello.

(Beeping)

(Beeping stops)

(Roar of jet)

This one's fine.

Any more for OAY 1567

No, it's the last one.

It's tough on her, isn't it?

I mean, she's done six months.

You'd think, if they let her start in the first place,
they'd give her the credit if she's good enough.

They're meant to be making their 1800 RV
in three minutes.

She's out there somewhere.

LOUIS: Looks like she's not going to make...

HENNO: She's made her RV.

(Sighs)

This...is a piece of crap.

Could you put that on the lorry, please?

Will do.

Could you try and find me
a couple of packs of serviettes, please?

I think they're down the galley,
just under the bin bags.

- OK.
- Thanks, Tony.

Shit. Sorry, love. What are you doing here?

Er.

Flight marshal.

Catering.

Maybe I can give you a hand?

- Come on.
- Ahh! Leave me alone!

OK, thanks, Tony. That's all for now.

- Wait until dark?
- Yeah, miss the RV

and no food for another 24 hours.

- Swim?
- Drown.

Die of exposure.

So, what are they gonna do now?

Get caught, I imagine.

LOUIS: Hello!

You think they're gonna jump on that?

(Laughs)

SOLDIER: Mm. Mate.

Soft seats. Heating.

It's Rebecca and Ed.

If they get caught they're off selection.

And they're wearing civvies.

- Our clothes are gone.
- What's that?

CAMPER: What's this? A massive overcoat.

It's like World War II.

- What the...
- What?

Nothing.

You clean up nice.

- Going anywhere special?
- Yeah.

- Where?
- Secret. Bye.

Hi.

It's Devi.

1Band1C.

No, it's all fine, thanks.
I trust we'll all do what is expected.

I'm sure we will. See you later.

OK.

On her way.

1B and 1C, please.

I'll see what I can do for you, Mr...Rinpoche.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid that 1B and 1C are taken.

How? We are the first ones here.

I can give you 4D and 4E.

How can 1B and 1C be taken?

Well, I'm sorry. This is what the computer says.

We do have Gold Club members
that check in by phone.

- I don't see that there's any...
- Look...

4D and 4E will be fine.

OK. I'll give you those. Thank you.

Get out! Go now! Move it!

Look at me! You don't deserve to look at us,
you understand?

Now get yourselves in there. Move. Move!

- See you in a bit.
- Yeah, see you later, mate.

Hello.

Any news?

No. Paras have nailed all the others.

Gl Jane and her buddy
are still out there somewhere.

By the way...is there any chance
of a transfer to Red Troop?

You desperate to work with Louis, are you?

I'm desperate to get away from Sean Smith,
mate.

Can'tdoit, mate.

I knew you'd say that, but...

And there's always a but.

If you don't get someone
with three years on him,

you're gonna have to make Louis
your number two.

HENNO: Yeah.

That is a big but.

It's a proper Jennifer Lopez, mate.

Well, as you know, it's not the done thing,
but...in this case, seeing as it is you...

- I might be able to swing it.
- Nice one, mate.

See you in a bit.

HENNO: Boss.
- Why are you hanging around here?

The tracker was U/S, and she gave us the slip.

She made her last RV.

Hunter Force are just bringing her in
for interrogation.

Move it! Move it! Don't waste time!
Come on, you!

Down on the ground!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Put the boots in. Rough 'em up.

Up straight. Up straight. Stand 'em up straight.

Up straight! Rough 'em up, I said!

All yours, Sergeant.

Move 'em. Move out.

Keep your heads down!

Inside!

Keep your heads down.

We are now boarding flight OAY 156
to Hong Kong.

Would all those with young children,

or needing assistance, please come forward?
Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.

Good morning. 26D and E.

Down there on the left. I'm sorry.

CONTROL TOWER:
OAY 156, cleared for takeoff.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

On behalf of Captain Friel and his crew,

[ would like to welcome you all fo this Oriental
Airways flight to Dubai and Hong Kong.

(Repeats in Chinese)

I'll ask for your special attention
fo these few safety announcements.

(Repeats in Chinese)

We would also ask that during takeoff
and landing,

all computers and electrical equipment
are switched off.

And be sure that your seatbelts are securely
fastened by pulling on the strap like this.

(Repeats in Chinese)

Life jackets can be found under the seats.

(Repeats in Chinese)

The life jacket is lifted over the head
and inflated by pulling on the toggle.

(Repeats in Chinese)

It may also be inflated by blowing into the tube.

(Repeats in Chinese)

Please do not inflate the life jacket
before leaving the plane

as this may create an obstruction.

Special life jackets are available
for those of you with very young children,

so please ask one of our cabin staff.

Sir, could you please stow this for takeoff?

- I could put it in the overhead.
- It's OK. Thank you.

Please make certain all loose items
are stowed away for your safety

and that your seats are in an upright position
for takeoff.

(Repeats in Chinese)

- QOoh, it'sa...
- It's mine, lady, thanks.

Sir, please stay seated. What...

Thank you for your kind attention
and we hope you have a very comfortable...

Just stay there a moment.

It's just a routine exercise, madam.

Oh, I wondered what on earth was going on.

Could I ask all passengers
to please take their seats?

- What is it?
- Somebody's ill, I think.

Ram... (Speaks own language)

I think that we must go now.

Make an announcement.

Can I ask all passengers to stay very calm?

He's security.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
An armed incident is taking place.

(Screaming)

We'd be grateful if you'd comply
with the wishes of the...

of the...

hijackers.

(Pandemonium)

Right down!

Hands behind your back. Behind your back.

I'm not gonna sit here.

- (Screams)
- Keep him quiet, you'll be fine.

Tell them heads between their knees,
arms on their heads, and all mobiles in the aisle.

Anyone attempting to use a phone will be shot.

Teddy, cover the aft.

Can I ask everyone to please put your heads
between your knees,

hands behind your heads
and to please put all mobiles in the aisle?

I'm assured everyone is safe.

Please, can I take my baby off the plane?

TEDDY: Be calm, miss. Missus, be calm.

It will be fine.

Open the door!

Open the door, or we'll blow up
the whole plane and you with it!

- Ah, that's not great.
- The whole thing's a mess!

We're adapting. We'll sort it out.

(Flight attendant speaks Chinese)

(Baby cries)

Madam! Madam, what are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- I'm writing!

- Why? What are you writing?
- A note to my husband.

Why?

Because I love him.

OK. What now?

What's your name?

Answer the question!

(Shouting)

You're not good enough to be here!

You're not strong enough, are you?
You're too weak. Tell me...

What's he doing?
Why's he pussy-footing around with her?

Why isn't he abusing her, humiliating her?

Why doesn't he take her out,
take her clothes off,

handcuff her to the railway tracks
like we used to?

She's sitting there as though
she's being interviewed for a job in bloody PR!

Come on! Get on with it!

Give her what she'd expect to get
if al-Qaeda get hold of her!

This is meant to be simulating
what she could get in real life!

Exploit her weaknesses! She's a woman!

Use that!

- Answer my questions!
- 2-45..

Muggins will have to do it.

7-5.

Not interested!

Get this sack on her head.

We could be doing better things with our time.

Get her up against the wall in a stretch position.

He really doesn't want her to get through,
does he?

Do you?

Not bothered.

She's going into Red Troop after all.

(Phone rings)

Lubyanka.

Yes, this is Psy Ops.

Dempsey?

No, he's erm...he's busy.

Right. I'l tell him. Hijack.

(Explosion)

- Nice work, Teddy.
- Thank you, sir.

Now what?

Evaluate the options.

You mean we carry on?

Well, er...we might just -

We carry on!

We take this plane to Hong Kong,
let the media report our protest!

But, Devi, love, we don't have any pilots.

Then we get them!
We've come too far to turn back.

- We carry on.
- Yes. We carry on.

If that's what you want.

Yes. That's what I want.

TEDDY: There's another problem.

22 Regiment SAS - if we stay here,
they'll hit us for sure.

Yeah, you're probably right.

But they'll be reluctant if they don't know
numbers, weapons and dispositions.

Keep away from all the windows
and double-check phones.

I'm giving this one to Sean Smith.

I've got four years on him
and I've done far more ops.

- He's got a full-strength troop.
- I'm penalised because crap intelligence...

- Henry! Henry!
- led my team into an ambush.

I don't have time for this.
Accept it or go back to Hereford.

(Baby cries)

Sorry.

I'm told you are Hijack Liaison

- or some such peculiar title.
- Yes, lam.

Good. Right. Erm...

I'm Alan.

Mary.

Right, Mary.

Any idea how we get in touch with
the powers-that-be?

Yes, I'll show you.

If I may.

Lead on.

We've cancelled all inbound
and closed Alpha runway.

We have removed all traffic from Beta runway.

Our snipers are in place, which you might either
want to add to or replace. I'll defer to you on that.

No, we'll work together.

We have contact.

Bring it up on the speakers, Hugh. It runs a treat.

HIJACKER ON RADIO: And we have automatic
and semi-automatic weapons,

PE4, Semtex and relevant detonating devices,
remote and manual.

My priority at the moment is to assure you,

and the SAS bods
I assume are sharpening their pencils,

that any attack on the aircraft will be vigorously
repulsed and will result in massive loss of life.

We understand.
There will be no excitable reaction from our side.

Thank you.
I will now hand you over to someone else.

If you chaps don't lock him up,
I might have to offer him a job.

He sounds like a Rupert.

Does he?

WOMAN HIJACKER:
Can you hear me?

- We can hear you.
WOMAN HIJACKER. Right.

We are mounting this protest
on behalf of the people of Tibet.

Peaceful people in their country were occupied
by the Republic of China 50 years ago.

We are horrified
that the rest of the civilised world

are now allowing such a brutal
and murderous regime to host the Olympics.

They've gone.

- Do we know who they are?
- Working at it.

If there's any nonsense,
the Home Office want you in ASAP.

Sean, work up a deliberate.

Will do, boss.

Henry, sort out the basha for the off-duty rosters.

I'm going to bring down
all available CT personnel.

Boss.

We'll be ready when you need us.

They won't just give us pilots
and let us go on to Hong Kong and China.

We have the guns! We have the plane! (Shouts)

Devi, Devi, love, calm down.

Devi, calm down.

He's right, little sister. Keep a cool head.

Why they won't give us pilots?

It's not how they operate.

It... It might just be worth trying to see if they'll
give us some to take us over to Holland.

That would be OK.
That would keep the media interested, right?

Cos we have to make the most of this now.
Now we've started.

MAN: Fast as you can. Come on, quickly.

Come as fast as you can.

You're being picked up by transport
to take you away.

Quickly, fast as you can. Far right only.

WOMAN: What is going on?

MAN: Far right only.

HENNO: All right, lads, listen up.

Sniper teams to deploy to Alpha,
Bravo, Delta, Echo.

And this, gentlemen...is your basha.

Oh, yeah! This'll do!

- Get the beers in.
- Very nice.

TV: Just hearing that Oriental Airways flight
OAY 156 bound for Dubai and Hong Kong

has been hijacked this morning shortly before
its scheduled departure with all passengers...

No coin slots or nothing.

Henno!

HIJACKER ON RADIO:
We want two pilots by 1800 hours.

Failure to comply will lead to us
killing one hostage at 18:01.

This is not negotiable.

We need two volunteers.

Well, Louis and myself aren't doing much
at present.

I couldn't let anyone on the aircraft
who might in any way be capable of flying it.

I appreciate that. Louis and myself aren't pilots.

Wouldn't know where to start.

I don't understand how that would help.

They would know straight away
you weren't pilots and...

The idea would be to hit them from all angles
within a minute of going on board.

Sounds right.

Louis?

And then there's your book deals,
when you really start to make some money.

HENNO: Ah!
- Oh.

Louis.

Erm... what are you doing?

ler... I'm just, you know...

- Not stood to until...
- What's "stood to"?

And who's your friend?

And erm... who is this?

She's. flight crew.

Nobody told her the place
had been commandeered.

Henno, erm.. Geraldine.

No, I'm Geraldine.

Is this one of your men, Major?

Major!

POLICEMAN:
The question remains, attack...

or wait and see if they're bluffing
about shooting hostages?

HENNO: What's Cobra's position?

They leave that to us.

They don't seem to mind a few casualties

in exchange for a high-profile statement
of our determination to hit hijackers hard.

Oil That's Alan Eastwood.

You know one of the passengers?

Well, yeah. Him.

He's Alan Eastwood.
He's a captain in the Gurkhas.

- Could that be any use to us?
- Not really.

He's the one talking to us.

I said he sounded like a Rupert.

We've done a couple of live ops with him
and countless exercises.

So he knows both of you?

Oh, good point. Yeah.
That's buggered that, then.

20 minutes to the deadline.

I suppose we'll have to put their resolve
to the test.

Checked in with wife. Divendra Eastwood.
Maiden name Rinpoche.

Rinpoche?

KATHY: It's Tibetan.

Here we've got anther Rinpoche
on the manifest. A Kormel Rinpoche.

- Wasn't there a colour sergeant in the Gurkhas?
- Teddy.

Teddy Rinpoche.

That's him.

And he checked in with this man.
Dipka Arratnabandu.

Do you recognise him?

HENNO: Yep. Dipka. He and Teddy
are good guys. Great soldiers.

KATHY: Another Arratnabandu.
- Ram?

Yeah. You know him too?

HENNO: Dipka's brother.

There are generations
of the same family in the regiment.

They are great soldiers and as tough as it gets.

- What's all this about?
- Tibet.

Ah. You're from Tibet.

No, my friend, he's from Tibet.

And you're prepared to die for him?

- Absolutely.
- Well...we don't all have to die for him.

(Shouts in own language)

(Shouts in own language)

There's nobody coming.

Teddy, check from the cockpit.
Make sure nobody's sneaking around out there.

Sahib.

If they don't send us any pilots?

Then we carry out our threat.

It's the point of no return.
You have to be sure you want to do this.

I believe in what I'm doing.
And so do you, don't you?

Yes.

It just changes when we kill someone.

I know. But so be it.

Him.

We shoot him.

- ll doit.
- llido it.

Hello, plane to tower. Is Hugh there?

HUGH ON RADIO: This is Hugh.

We don't see any pilots.

We were arranging for that
and there was a hitch.

We are trying to sort something out, but...

But you decided to put us to the test.

Big mistake.

Hello? Hello?

HOSTAGE ON RADIO: No! No!

Please.

Please, you don't need to do this.

Please.

How will hurting people help your cause?

- You want us to kill you instead?
- Sit down.

(Shouts in own language)

- Down.
- No!

Please.

Please don't do this.

I'm married. I've got two beautiful...

(Screaming)

It's over to you boys now.

EASTWOOD: If you want fo avoid it
happening again, you must do what we ask.

We want pilots to take us to Holland.

You have to stall them. Humour them.

One dead man is bad.

200 plus God knows how many of mine
is considerably worse.

Hello. Captain Eastwood?

You know my name.

That burns a bridge or two.

Look, Alan, we may be able to sort out
some different pilots for you.

HUGH: it's quite late, so...
EASTWOOD: Different? What do you mean?

New ones to replace the crew
who were on your aircraft.

HUGH: Hello?

EASTWOOD: We want women pilots.

Say anything. Just buy me time.

Yes, that may be possible, but it will take time.

- Hello?
EASTWOOD: Er... just a minute.

Allright. 8am.

Failure to comply will mean
we will kill five more passengers.

I'm sorry. This is not how we wanted it.
But their lives are your responsibility. Out.

That's all we've established from cross-reffing
the manifest with the Gurkha records.

Doesn't mean there aren't others.

Alan Eastwood, wife, three Gurkhas.

Even those will be no pushover.

Not with the training we've given them.

Too bad. 06:30 attack. Be ready.

Boss.

What are you, eh, a cook?

A medical?

Huh.

The regiment bike, eh? What do you do?

Sergeant Gallagher.

2458 6975.

INTERROGATOR IN NEXT ROOM:
You're not listening! Give me your name!

Look at me.

Rebecca. Look at me.

Look...at...me.

Look into my eyes.

Imagine what they've seen.

What goes in never comes out.

You can't erase the image.

It's carved into the back of my skull.

Friends...cut to pieces, butchered.

I've just buried three members of my troop.

Killed in a country
where nobody even wanted our help.

The youngest one...

had half his face ripped off before he died.

The second took 14 rounds in his back and
never even saw where they were coming from.

The third...

a friend of mine for 20 years.

But we had to put sandbags in his coffin

because there wasn't enough left
to fill a mess tin.

Is that what you want?

Sergeant. Gallagher.

2458 6975.

I asked you a question.

Is that... what you want?

Sergeant Gallagher. 2458 6...

Rebecca Gallagher. 2458...

Is that what you want?

Yes.

Good.

LOUIS: What the...

Hey, they let you in, did they?

Well?

They said they wanted a female pilot.

Well, who is she?

Rebecca Gallagher. Off selection.

What?

Oh, yes... I didn't recognise her.

Well, she's had a shower.

I think you should have one, Henry. A cold one.

In 25 minutes you are attacking an aircraft
with 237 passengers on board,

7 crew, and committing upwards of 16 men,

each one of which cost
over £1m sterling to train.

They're going in against an unknown number
of well-armed, well-trained British troops,

into a compact space
that may or may not be booby-trapped.

She could be our eyes and ears.

Wouldn't they search her?
If you intend to use electronic...

Well...I could implant the equipment
inside her mouth and ear.

We establish two-way communication
without them knowing anything.

She's just off selection.

He's just lifted her from God knows
how many hours of interrogation.

The whole point of the exercise is to be able
to endure hardship and then deliver.

You can deliver, can't you?

Henry, watch my lips.

I don't want a woman in the regiment.

I certainly don't want one in a body bag
within an hour of going into service.

I will try to avoid that, sir.

For your sake.

It was meant to be two women pilots.

First you wanted none, now you want two.

Well...I'l tell them the other one fainted
as we were getting ready.

I mean, we all know what girls are like,
don't we, sir?

She goes on board and we are waiting
for your go two minutes after that.

In that time, she can prime us with as much
information as she can gather.

Could make all the difference.

All right.

So it's a Red Troop op.

- Boss, that is not...
- OK.

You don't have an explosives guy.

No, and you have two!

- I want Dave to join Red Troop.
- Very well.

Who's he?

He was a sniper in his regiment.

I want him on the sniper team and they can
make up numbers on the assault team.

We stick to Sean's DPA.

I want four teams plus Louis
standing by for the go

two minutes after she goes on board at...

0800 hours.

Carry on.

All right, lads, listen up. Top team,

Sean plus two along the fuselage,
in through the cockpit window.

If it's closed by then, you do the hatch.

Romeo 1-1 with me
to stack up on door Red One.

Romeo 1-2 to stack up on door Red Four.

And Bravo 1-1 to stack up on door Green Four.

Louis, I want you to climb in
through the forward wheel bay.

Microphone.

There's just enough room for a short-arse
to climb up into the cargo hold.

What's the wire for? Is that the aerial?

The wire connects to the speaker
we put in your ear.

Dave...

It also connects to the power unit.

How does that connect to the speaker?

That's the nasty bit.

Simon's gonna put a syringe through
from your ear

to the back of your mouth and draw the wire
through to connect the two units.

We go in there, we knock them down,
and then we clear.

If we do have to hit passengers, well...too bad.

Are you still sure you don't want
some local anaesthetic?

Probably best not.
I don't want to be dribbling.

Goon, pop itin.

Well, I hope it works better than the tracker.

Oh, a bit of female solidarity, was it?

The Chinese went into Tibet during the ‘50s.

That long ago?

Have you been to Tibet?

No, I can't get a visa.

Devi's my wife and she's blacklisted.

Her family have been protesting the occupation
from inside and outside Tibet since it happened.

I've been up to the border in northern Nepal.

It's @ mysterious, wild, barren place.

You wonder what the Chinese
want with it in the first place.

Copper. Half the world's resources of lithium.

What is lithium?

Alan.

Excuse me.

What were you doing?

I was telling...

We may have to shoot her...in 15 minutes.

Yes.

You were right. They won't give us any pilots.

No.

Are you thinking we should give up now?

- I didn't say that.
- I know.

I'm just asking if you think
we should give up now?

Do you think we should give up now?

I will do what Ram does.

And Ram...

will fight

Channel six.

Got it.

OK. Let's go.

How's that?

Clear as a bell.

- (Low) And that?
HENNO ON RADIO: Still good.

You still may have to communicate by tutting.
One tut for yes. Two tuts for no and so on.

Let's try that, shall we?"

(Tuts once)

So, do you wish you were back
being a physical training instructor?

(Tuts twice)

Let's have three tuts for, "I don't know."

(Tuts once)

How many chairs along the wall?

(Tuts five times)

And we'll have four tuts for,
"Ask a different question.”

(Tuts once)

Not too much for you to remember?

(Tuts twice)

Soer..

What time do we go in?"

(Tuts three times)

Are you nervous?

Hissing myself.

Hissing yourself?

You know what I mean.

Hrick!

How many fingers am I holding up?

DEMPSEY ON RADIO:
Zero minus eight. FAPs, please.

Let's have the steps up now, please.

Let's have Foxtrot One, please.

Bring the steps up.

Step away. Further.

Further.

Stop.

Hands on head. Facing away from the plane.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO:
No pot shots. However tempting.

It's clear. There's nobody there.

Where's the other one? We said two pilots.

She fainted as she was getting in the car.

HENNO ON RADIO: Just keep it going.

Can you fly it on your own?

Absolutely.

It's against IAA rulings
to have less than two crew,

but I...I guess you're already in breach of those.

HENNO ON RADIO: Cut out the comedy.
You're a pilot, not James Bond.

OK. Come up.

Come on. Nice and slow.

Let's have those steps a good 50 yards
from the plane now, please.

HENNO ON RADIO:
Explosives on door Red One.

(Beeping)

HENNO ON RADIO: Booby-trapped?
- (Tuts once)

Let's lose the uniform.

There could be cameras,
listening devices, anything in there.

HENNO: Explosives on door Green One?

(Tuts once)

- Booby-trapped?
- (Tuts once)

Got that.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO: FAPs, gentlemen.
- Got that.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO:
In position for my stand-by. I have control.

Door Red Two opening. Keep your heads down.

Push on. It's just her uniform.

Stand by, Dave.

Are you MI5, Det?

What are you?

What's Det?

- How many X-rays?
BECCA ON RADIO: (Tuts five times)

- You're not a pilot.
HENNO ON RADIO: Open your mouth.

I can't hear them.

No way they'd get a woman pilot to volunteer.

I am.

I used to work for BA.

I have 480 hours commercial...

What sort of plane is this?

HENNO ON RADIO: it's a DC-10.
- ItsaDC-10.

Range?

HENNO ON RADIO:
It's a mark 3, so...6,000 miles.

It's a mark 3.

So in the area of 6,000 miles.

And can you fly it alone?

Yes.

Come on, then. Let's see.

HENNO ON RADIO:
Can you see the rear door Green Three?

How many X-rays at the rear of the plane?

(Tuts twice)

ED ON RADIO:
Foxtrot and two X-rays in cockpit.

HENNO ON RADIO:
Tell them about the Tornados.

Erm...there's a problem.

The RAF have Tornados circling the airport

and they'll shoot us down if we get
50 feet above the ground.

Explosives in cockpit.

BECCA: Roof.

- Why the hell did they send you, then?
- You said you'd kill people if they didn't.

HENNO ON RADIO:
Is the roof trap door booby-trapped?

(Tuts)

HENNO ON RADIO: Not in window.
- (Tuts)

DEVI: What are they playing at?
- I'll speak to them.

We should shoot her and throw her out.

DEMPSEY: Trap door booby-trapped.
- Roger that.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO: All teams ready?

All teams in position.

TRAVIS ON RADIO:
Romeo 7. Need one minute.

EASTWOOD ON RADIO: Move the plane.

What?

You heard me. Put it over there!

I can't.

There's soldiers with missiles all over the airport.

If we move an inch, they'll blow it up.

HENNO ON RADIO:
Fire it up. I'l tell you how fo.

- She's lying.
- I don't think so.

- I'll'fire it up if you need proof.
- We should shoot her.

- I agree.
HENNO: See the overhead console?

Flick the ignition switch fo on...

then press the amber button.

(Engines fire up)

She's an asset.

- Tell me where they are.
BECCA ON RADIO: I can't see.

I can't see.

Watch her.

You, down!

Come on.

BECCA ON RADIO: Nobody in cockpit,
two in galley. Two in the middle, one at the rear.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO: All teams report.

TRAVIS ON RADIO: Red Team Two, ready.

Roger that. That's Top Team in position.

HENNO: Romeo call sign. Ready on Red One.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO: I have control.

- One's gone into the cockpit.
- What?

DEMPSEY ON RADIO:
We have that. And stand by.

Stand by.

Stand by.

Stand by.

Go.

(Machine gun fire)

Hey.

SEAN ON RADIO: One X-ray down in cockpit.

Stay there.

(Passengers scream)

BECCA ON RADIO:
One X-ray down in galley.

Alan, you can stop this!

Bit late for that now!

Magazine!

No!

Free Tibet! Free Tibet!

Free Tib...

Two X-rays, one Yankee down in White Two.

X-ray down in Black Three.

DEMPSEY ON RADIO: That's five X-rays down.

And that's 11 seconds. Finishing.

That's three. Four.

Five. Stronghold secure.

DEMPSEY: Roger that. Nice work.
Let's move the passengers.

Come here.

Get down.

Stay there.

Do you want to go and get yourself cleaned up?

- How is she?
- Yeah, she'll be fine.

She was my hit. All right?

My weapon.

My hit.

You can have that one. Oh, and er...

Cracking job. Well done.

Nice work, Henry.

Thank you, sir.

And her face as the floor opened up
in front of her

and I pop up and give her the good news.
It was classic!

You er... You wouldn't pick up my soap,
would you, love?

What's that up there?

Pick up your own soap.

Isn't she the business?

She's in Red Troop.
Rebecca, meet the losers from Blue.

HENNO: Heads up!

Cracking piece of work...

Oh.

He slipped on the soap.

Gentlemen,
there's someone here to congratulate you.

The Home Secretary.

Ah, this is nice.

How do you adjust the air conditioning?

Ah, look at them.

I'l tell you what, these new kids don't have
half the stamina we used to.

Shut up, Louis.