All language subtitles for Ultimate Force (2002) - S04E01 - Changing of the Guard (576p x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]-en

(Henno) Burial party...ha|t!

Inward turn!

Lower!

Up!

Lower!

Up!

(Bagpipes stop)

Take the strain.

Up.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

Burial party...s|ow march.

Heavenly Father, you have created us
and loved us. We commit...

- Fire!
- (Gun salute)

Reload!

..knowing that you will do what
is right for him.

We give his body to be buried,
earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

To you, be glory forever.

Amen.

I know he'd have wanted you
to have this.

He was so proud of being a soldier,
so proud of being in the SAS.

I'm sure you were very proud too, ma'am.

I would've been proud whatever he'd
done, even if he'd been the milkman!

Mostly...l was just scared for him.

Ever since the first day he joined up.

I don't want this.

No offence but...

He can have it.

Meant more to him, anyway.

Maybe more than his family.

- (Thunder)
- Thank you.

(J‘ Bagpipes resume)

(Weeps)

(Henno) Excuse me. Mrs Dwyer.

You're not gonna start
ma'am-ing me as well, are you?

No. No.

- I'm Staff Sergeant Garvie.
- Are you?

Yes?

I'm sorry. I'm not as familiar
with death as you are.

I don't know how to do this.

Ed was a great Iad...and a good soldier.

- You're Henno, aren't you?
- Yes.

Ed said you were the only one
he was really frightened of.

He always had a good sense of humour.

No, he didn't. Not about that.

He never, ever liked you.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how to behave with...

With all...this...

(Deep sobbing)

(Wails)

So, what did she say?

It was private.

Right, let's mount up and get out of here.

And get the beers in.

Cheers.

So...

What did Ed's mum say?

Nothing important.

So, what did she say?

Becca, it's personal.

Take the hint.

And what's your problem?

You're more murderous than usual.

It's Ed's wake, Dave.
I mean, come on, mate.

You expecting Johnny Chuckles?

I know whose wake it is.
I'm choked too.

But it's not like any of us is to blame.

Well, it isn't!

Look, guys, if you wanna be sad,
fine, be sad.

I'm sad,
but there is no point being guilty.

- It's one of them things.
- Know what, Dave?

When I need you
to start handing out forgiveness,

then I'll really know I'm screwed.

Good. I can live with that.

- Ed can't, though, can he?
- Oi! That's a low blow.

Who died
and elected Dave bloody padre?

Do you know what I would like to know?

- I don't give a monkey's!
- Because you are the monkey!

Sod off and let the organ-grinder
fight his own battles!

- What's up with her?
- Louis's right.

If you're feeling philosophical,
you shouldn't be here.

Steady.

What's he saying? Easy come, easy go.

- That is not what I'm...
- Bollocks!

Ed was one of us.

If you're not bothered about it...

you've got a nerve
turning up at the wake.

That's all I'm saying.

No, no, no.

Let me get the drinks in.

What?

Come on, no dramas!

Back in your cages.

Louis, what can I get you?

You, out!

- Let go of me, you idiot!
- You asked for it!

Louis!

- Get off of him!
- Come here!

(Becca) Dave, get off of him!

- Get off me!
- Stop it, you two!

- Get off me!
- Stop it!

- Get off!
- Come on, then!

Louis!

Shouldn't you be stopping that, Henno?

(Becca) Get off of him!

Dave!

- Stop it!
- Get off!

Good morning, Red Troop!

Rise and shine!

Sun's up! Dawn's chorused!

Sparrow's farted. I thought you'd
all like to join me on a lovely run.

Outside, running kit,
stretching exercises, three minutes.

What's your problem?

That would be,
"What's your problem, sir?"

All right. "What's your problem, sir?"

My problem, Staff Sergeant, is that
I've been given command of a troop

that can't obey orders,
hold its drink or stop fighting itself.

And I thought I ran Red Troop.

- Not any more.
- Heads up!

- Long time coming, Henry.
- Oh, God...

You can't run this bloody unit
like a maverick any more.

Time for a new broom.

Captain Fleming is it.

- Can I have a word, sir?
- Not interested, sorry.

Want you outside, full running kit,
now in...two minutes.

Well, you heard the man.

- You all right?
- Sound as a pound.

We can run the legs off this Rupert.

With a hangover
that would stun an elephant?

Come again?

Your eyes look
like poached eggs on acid.

Well, at least mine match.

Fighting fit? Let's see
if there's any use left in you.

Or whether it's time
to return you to your units.

- You're joking.
- I haven't got a sense of humour.

Lead off, Staff Sergeant.

I'll try and keep up.

- Samir!
- Hello, good to see you.

Fiona.

Girls, ready for the picnic tomorrow?

- Yes, indeed, Mr Ambassador.
- On a day off, call me William.

I won't call you Mr Trade Attaché.

You know Jenks and Parnell.
This is Taras Rustrum.

He'll be our escort tomorrow.

Local security.

(Speaks Baikali)

Your Baikali is impeccable.

Don't forget, we've got a run to do first.

If the bet is still on.
Always happy to run, bet or no bet.

Now, early to bed tonight, girls.

Big day tomorrow.

Please, we'll get your luggage
sent in later.

(J‘ Bob Marley And The Wailers:
Three Little Birds)

J“ Don 't worry about a thing

J“ Cos every little thing's
gonna be all right... J“

- This is lonely.
- This is a nightmare.

(Retches)

In your own time!

This is yesterday's dinner.

J“ ..gonna be all right

J“ Rise up this mornin'... J“

Sergeant, take it easy. No one's
gonna think any the less of you.

I'm fine.

Seriously, take it easy.
It's not a speed trial.

J“ ..by my doorstep

J“ Singin' sweet songs
of melodies pure and true... J“

Sergeant, stop. That's an order.

This is gonna get ugly.

What are we gonna do
about this Rupert?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Don't need to. Did you see
the way Henno looked at him?

Fleming has the life expectancy of
a jam doughnut at Weightwatchers.

Henno will sort it out.

- Oh, excuse me.
- It's no big deal.

- They're just breasts.
- I'm familiar with the equipment.

I'm not used to finding them
in my shower.

This is our shower.

- You're that Jock from Blue Troop.
- He's not in Blue Troop.

Used to be in Blue Troop.

I've been
on secondment with the Yanks.

- Tufty Club?
- Steel Team.

- What's the difference?
- Search me.

They just assigned me to your troop.

I'm Finn Younger.

- (Knocking)
- Come.

Yes?

Permission to speak freely, sir.

- When have you not?
- I think this is a bad idea.

What is?

Placing this chinless wonder
in over my head.

If you want to discipline me, sir,
bust me down or return me to my unit.

But people will get hurt
if we go operational with this...

captain in charge.

- Why?
- Because he's not one of us.

- One of what?
- You know what I mean, sir.

I don't, and you don't know
anything about him.

Other than the fact he just ran
your arse off.

- News travels fast.
- That's enough!

Permission to speak freely ended.

Tomorrow, at sparrow fire,

Red Troop will fly out to Germany
for a week's exercise with GSG9,

where Captain Fleming will get to
know you better and assess the unit.

I make the bloody assessments
of Red Troop!

Not any more!

And mind your damn language
when you speak to me.

Now, park your prejudices
at the door, Henry,

and assess him on his merit.

Patrick Fleming is the real deal.

Watch closely,
you may even agree with me.

(Laughter)

Heart monitor? Very professional.

Just for show, sir.
Trying to unpsych you.

- This flower.
- Zabusti?

Zabusti, yes, good.

Soon you speak Baikali.

Beautiful children, you have.

Bunny rabbit.

Look after this for me.

- I'II time you.
-Arr!

Hey, my little princess.

- Back soon.
- Take care.

I'll have to run at half-speed
with the ambassador.

Shh!

So...

what's it like training with the Germans?

Tell you what, Jock,

if you remember not to mention the war

and don't stand behind them after
sausages and beer, it's a picnic!

That's the famous Cockney irony, is it?

No, it's a fart joke.

It's what Louis does instead of irony.

- I don't think he likes "Jock", mate.
- You what?

I don't think
he likes being called "Jock".

Didn't mean anything by it.

- Mate, you like that monster?
- It's the business.

You went the for L97
and the long barrel?

Anything that gets you closer
to the target.

It's nice.

"Who-hit-John?"

Aye.

Take a target out from a thousand
metres, they never know what hit them.

- You can do that? From a thousand?
- Aye.

So you're saying
you're the business too?

No, I'm saying I'm the best.

So that's not irony?

I guess you don't do modesty either.

I do modesty fine.
I do honesty first.

(Panting)

Hell of a view, huh?

On a clear day, you should be able
to see Russia from here.

Yes, but that would be over there.

You're looking towards Ingushetia.

I always get my east
muddled up with my west.

Don't tell the Foreign Secretary,
for God's sake.

- It's really peaceful here.
- It is.

You'd never know we're on a powderkeg,

jammed in between the Russians
there and the Ingushetians there,

watching them toss matches
at each other.

In a fight, the only loser
will be Uzer Baikali.

That's why HMG wants
a low profile. No provocations.

No brush fires, no bush wars.

Anything for a quiet life.

Should they put the sausages on, sir?

- Fire them up. Want a head start?
- Yeah, right.

They're on their way down.

I hope you enjoy the posting.
I will if these runs become a feature.

- I'm up for it.
- Good man.

I might actually return to the UK
fitter than when I left it.

He's down. One more.

(Girls screaming)

Hello? Jenks has been shot.

- Jenks...
- (Screaming)

- Mummy!
- It'll be all right.

No!

Daddy!

Drop your gun, Mr Malek.

(Fiona) Samir.

- What's going on?
- I know what they want.

They want me.

I'm the ambassador.
Just don't harm the little girls.

So English, so noble.
So sentimental, so wrong.

The girls are exactly what we want.

- Come on.
- No! No!

(Girls scream)

Take me instead. I beg you, take me.

- Daddy!
- It's all right, don't worry.

All going according to plan.

You be calm. Do what I say,
you'll see your parents again.

You make fuss and I harm, OK?

- What?
- Trouble.

- There are no patrols.
- Tell them that.

- Stay calm.
- Shh.

- Hey, you the British?
- I look like British?

Security detail,
just taking kids back to town.

The rest of them are back there.

- Can I help you?
- No, it's fine, we were just in the area.

Good.

See you.

- (Girls screaming)
- Somebody help us!

(Soldier muttering in pain)

It's OK.

- Enough nonsense.
- Somebody help us!

Get this truck in the ditch... Shit!

Now!

She's been shot!

- Is she gonna die?
- If she does, it's your fault.

(Shouting)

- Can I ask you a personal?
- Sure.

WWJD.

- "What would Jesus do?"
- (Laughter)

- You a God-botherer?
- What?

A born-again Bible-basher?

A Yank colonel gave it me.

- No harm in it.
- Yank?

-A girl.
- Oh! You like girls, then, do you?

Is this what you'll be calling humour?

He probablyjust noticed how nice
and tidy you keep your kit.

Yes, it's Slava. There was patrol.

There was no mention of that, we were
meant to have a clear run to the border.

Now, the roads will be blocked,

we're in a shit truck
in the arse end of nowhere.

- What now?
- We ran out of road.

I'll call you back.

Come on, get your kit.

- What are we doing?
- We're walking.

- It is 54 kilometres to the border.
- Better get moving. Get the kids.

A three-man team kidnapped children
of our embassy staff in Uzer Baikal.

Map it!

Here in the Three Corners area
bordering Russia and Ingushetia.

- (Mobile)
- UBs have sent in a team...

- Downing Street.
- Dempsey.

Just a moment, sir.
Where's Red Troop's plane now?

Here, about to start descent for landing.

Get me the pilot.

I can have boots in the dirt
in an hour and a half, sir.

One of our troops is en route
to a training session in Bavaria.

The Germans will have
to play soldiers by themselves.

- What's up?
- It's Hereford. Change of plan.

The children of a British diplomat
have been kidnapped.

We've been tasked to help local forces
track and retrieve.

- Do we have an embassy there?
- We didn't until last month.

Intel's entirely preliminary

but it is believed the kidnappers
are heading for Three Corners,

where three countries - Uzer Baikal,
Russia and Ingushetia - touch.

Uzer Baikal,
that's an ex-Soviet state, right?

Used to be controlled
by an ex-Communist hardliner.

He was deposed last year.

Now relations have been restored,

the only fly in the ointment
is the Russians,

who don't like their ex-satellite states
turning to the West.

Sounds lovely. Can't wait.

Won't have to. We're jumping in.
And taking the bikes.

I don't know the dosage for kid.

- I only know battlefield meds.
- Use yourjudgment. Just don't kill her.

Don't move.

- You've killed her.
- No, no, no.

- She's asleep.
- Well done. You carry her.

Impressed, Sergeant Konchalovsky?

By the British, Colonel? (Scoffs)

Be serious.

Dempsey.

I'm in the air in two minutes.

The UB government
has given us virtual carte blanche.

They're as embarrassed as hell.

Their security services are falling
over themselves to apologise.

Ihave to say, from limited contact,
they're extremely highly strung.

- Yeah, well, they should be.
- Where's Fleming?

He's debriefing the father.
Would you mind holding, sir?

Is there anything else?

My daughter has my watch.
The diplomatic watch.

Sir, we've just had a breakthrough.

The daughter has her father's watch.

- Put Fleming on.
- Sir.

Fleming. Excuse me.

Whiting, one of the girls
has got her father's watch.

Get Cheltenham to activate
the satellite tracker package now.

OK, as soon as we have ping-back,

we'll bounce it to your comm link
and you go fetch.

But keep it dark.

No need for the UBs
to know about the technology.

What are my parameters
re liaison with the UBs?

Strictly first-date stuff.
We 've just re-established relations.

So no hands below the waist
and we don 't swap bodily fluids.

Understood. Do we have
a timescale on that watch?

Depends whether we have to beg
a favour of the Yanks to retask a...

Cancel my last. That's a go.

Looks like beginner's luck, Patrick.

There's a heli inbound.
They'll sweep the area.

- Have they got heat images?
- Of course not.

- They've got cardboard belts.
- Excuse me!

Helicopter is Augusta 109.

We just bought from America.

- Is not a cardboard belt.
- I'm sorry.

No insult intended.
He's just very keen to get on their trail.

Louis's right. Trying to find people
in dense forest with a heli is fine...

unless they hear it coming.

And do something hi-tech
like hide under a tree.

We need to get after them on foot ASAP.

That is what is happening.
I have my best men on it.

Bundarczuk, they have found the
ambassador's vehicle in the forest.

I told you. They are
trained trackers and hunters.

So...thank for you dropping in, old boy,

but you really needn't have bothered.

Well, I think this is going
awfully well so far.

Don't you?

They have found the vehicles
abandoned.

(Crack)

Sergei!

(Screaming)

I think you just lost your search team.

Get the bikes fired up. We're going in.

No!

I can't allow it.

Trooper Gallagher. Phone, please.

I'm calling your President's office
on the number from my PM's office

to call in case of...operational problems.

- I am not an operational problem!
- Please confirm with them.

I don't need to watch my back
while looking for those girls.

Look, we are both on the same side.

I am under orders
to attach men to your troop

to make sure you don't
get into any danger.

Don't worry about us.
Worry about the girls.

Or the kidnappers. We're the danger.

Sergeant!
We'll pick up at the ambush point.

Oh, I'm sure.

But do any of your men speak Baikali?

No...

Please wait while I have an interpreter
who does speak Baikali.

- For the sake of the little girls...
- How long?

You will need one
in case you get into stand-off.

- I have one here in one hour.
- A trail goes cold in minutes.

Sergeant!

You're right...but so's he.

We go. You have your man
catch up with us if you can.

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

I'm only in this country
because I speak Baikali.

And those are my girls.

You can look after my wife, please, sir.

- You fit?
- This is a bad idea.

Two marathons in the last six months.

- You can do what you're told?
- I can.

I can do anything to save my girls.

Fine. Kit him out, mic him up.
Show him how it works.

- We leave in five.
- He's emotionally involved.

Two children have been dragged off
by men who will kill them.

I'm emotionally involved, Sergeant.

You can take Pudovkin.

- No room for passengers.
- He's a good soldier.

You have to take him
so that I fulfil my orders.

Fine. If he can't keep up,
we leave him behind.

- He'll drive you there.
- He can try not to fall off.

- We brought our own transport.
- There isn't enough room.

- Who stays behind?
- You, Sergeant.

Are you serious?

You cannot leave me behind.

It's done.

A word in private...sir.

You want to cut my balls off?

Use one of these.

I was going to task you to stay
before this happened.

I need solid backup
and I don't trust this lot yet.

Plus you're injured after that run

and we'll end up off the quads
and on foot at speed.

- It's just a strain.
- It's a sign of bad leadership.

My bad leadership.

On the run, I was making a point
at your expense.

You didn't know where to stop,
but I should have.

Accept my apology, stay here,
run comms, watch the UBs,

protect our backs.

Henno. What's going on?

Are you not coming in?

I have helicopter to check out
hunter team's last position.

Tell them not to shoot us.
We'll be the ones on the bikes.

Sir, would you mind escorting
Mrs Malek back to the capital?

- There's transport standing by.
- I want to stay here.

In your position,
I'd feel exactly the same way.

But this is where you'll be of more use

out of the way, leaving us to get on.

- My girls...
- Sir.

Mrs Malek.

We have no idea how this will go.

Time is of the essence.

You may be needed to make an appeal

and the TV stations are in the capital.

Aren't I right, sir?

The sergeant's right, Fiona.
We should get to a place of safety.

Hello, Romeo One, this is Zero Alpha.

You getting ping-back from
Cheltenham? Over.

This is Romeo One, Zero Alpha.

Am patching the signal
to your sat-nav...now.

(They speak Baikali)

Romeo One, this is Zero Alpha.

Target acquired. We're locked on. Out.

(Speaking Baikali)

(Baikali)

Now.

(Shouting in Baikali)

Let's move.

(Speaking angrily in Baikali)

- What's happened?
- We've lost contact.

My helicopter was shot down.

Zero Alpha. Zero Alpha.

This Romeo One, Zero Alpha.

The heli is down.
Repeat, the heli is down. Out.

Brilliant.

Well, this is all turning to rat shit.

Welcome to Uzer Baikal.

Will he task in another helicopter?

We are small army.

We have seven helicopters.

This morning,
only two of them were flyable

because we don't have
the people to service them.

Now that's down to one.

And he's not going to risk
losing that one on this.

That's why he's getting hysterical.

(Konchalovsky laughs)

This one survived the Claymore.

They slaughtered him afterwards.

Corporal Younger.

- I might...
- We'd sooner you go, sir.

Wait with the bikes,
there's no point in you looking at this.

It stays here.
You don't need that in your head.

- Perfect killing ground.
- Bastards know what they're doing.

So do we. Right, listen in.

They are ruthless and have
the hardware to back it up.

(Fleming) Keep intervals in case
there are more Claymores ahead.

It's not like they won't hear us coming.

- Which way, boss?
- Same direction as the helicopter.

Tea.

- Your English is very good.
- Spasiba.

Did they send you on a language
course? "Know your enemy?"

No, poetry.

I love poetry.

I learn English
for love of William Shakespeare.

Read him in his
own, beautiful native tongue.

No shit...

Lot of shit.

No, I learn English
in Spetsnaz language school.

So I can know what you bastards
are saying in your foxhole.

Before I creep in, cut your throats

and steal your girlfriend's panties.

Nazdrave.

I'm sorry?

It's a toast in Russian.

Like...up your bum.

Never on a first date.

Why do you think they took the kids?

No idea. But kidnapping children?
I'd castrate the bastards.

(Radio) We found the helicopter.
No survivors.

Excuse me.

- Are we going in on foot, sir?
- Terrain's getting steeper.

Be easy to blunder into
another booby trap on the bikes.

- We can be heard from a mile away.
- These guys like a bit of an ambush.

Would you give Mr Malek
a crash course in our hand signals

and then Mr Malek can pass them
on to Sergeant Pudovkin?

Five minutes.
I want quiet from now on in.

Hydrate and then move on.

They've ditched the transport.
They're tabbing it.

They're...here.

I go inform the ministry.

Where's he going?

Got a secure line in his Mercedes.

So you haven't got money
to service helicopters

but your colonels all ride
around in Mercedes?

Armoured Mercedes.

Welcome to the post-Soviet era,
Sergeant.

- I go use Iatrine.
- Have one for me.

Is there a problem, Sergeant?

No.

Can I see?

Sure. Be my guest.

That icon represents Red Troop.

Just making sure they don't get lost.

One day they replace all soldiers,
real soldiers like us,

with robots and drones.

Well, as you haven't perfected
the cup of tea, I wouldn't worry just yet.

He wants to know
if you can get porno on that thing.

Is that what he wants? The way
he's been looking me up and down,

I was wondering when he was gonna
ask me out on a date.

Don't worry about him. I've known
him long time. He's not like that.

- He is one of the good guys.
- Right.

So...

when do you think they
will make their ransom demand?

Could be any time.

- Ingushetians? Chechnyans?
- Your guess is as good as mine.

Gorbachev, Yeltsin,
since they gave away the farm,

there are animals of all kinds
wandering about out there.

You miss the old days?

I miss knowing my enemies
were the ones speaking English.

It was simpler.

But hey...

- To new friends.
- To simplicity.

OK, on your feet. There are British
soldiers behind us, on our trail.

Take her to a hospital!

Shout again,

I will open your mouth, reach in

and cut your vocal cords, understand?

Understand?

He is your hospital.

I really don't know the right dosage
for kid.

I could OD her, trying to help.

Why not just kill her now? Move on.

She's slowing us down,
having to carry her.

Shut up, animal! I am the one
carrying her. Is OK by me.

Be quiet. Do not set them off.

- Right. Everyone ready to move?
- He isn't.

He wanted to know which way is south.

- A hell of a time for it.
- It's exactly the time for a prayer.

If I believed, I'd be right down
on my knees with him.

He believes. Don't you, Finn?
Ain't you gonna drop and join him?

Not my flavour, pal. No offence.

None taken.

Oi, come on, mate. Enough of that.

You may be happy to carry her
but she's slowing us down.

- They're closer.
- Kill the girl.

- No, we'll leave her, slow them down.
- You're getting soft.

They need to stop and care for her.
It will buy us time.

(Girl) Daddy! Daddy!

Help me!

- Daddy!
- Zero Alpha, this is Romeo One-One.

We have a kid crying for help
up ahead. Over.

Romeo One-One, this is Zero Alpha.
Right on your tail.

Are you sure?

Daddy!

Mr Malek, stay back until we call you.

Daddy!

Help me... Daddy...

Help! Please!

Help me...

Help me... Daddy!

It's OK. It's OK.

- No, Daddy!
- Aisha!

Claymore. C-4 and ball-bearings.

Hoffman, take the sat-nav and Younger
and keep on their trail.

We don't want to lose contact.
Mr Malek, don't worry.

Corporal Woolston is the best
munitions man in the regiment.

That means I really hate loud bangs.

You're gonna be fine.
Just stay very still. Yeah?

Repeat?

They've booby-trapped the girl.

They used a trip-wire.
It slowed them down.

They aren't mucking around.

Neither are we. Dave knows what to do.

(Insect buzzes)

(Buzzing)

Sorry. Mosquito.

Daddy...

My shoulder hurts.

We'll help you soon,
my little princess. Not long.

You're very brave.

- Farah.
- We'll save her.

- I gave my word.
- (Wire snips)

Safe now.

(Wire twangs)

- That wasn't me.
- No, it was me.

Under my hip.

- Don't move.
- I'm doing nothing, trust me.

- I bloody hate mines.
- Me too.

But you're gonna be fine.

You should back off, in case I go up.

Not gonna happen, Trooper.

Right, Corporal? You got it?

No... Yes!

Ah...

Is that a good "ah" or a bad "ah"?

That depends how you feel
about toe-poppers.

Just don't release the pressure.

Daddy...

What's happening?

Aisha, do you like knock-knock jokes?

Knock-knock jokes?

- Knock, knock.
- Who's there?

- Aaron.
- Aaron who?

Aaron the side of caution

when defusing a mine
underneath one of your friends.

Don't moan.

Just get a bend on.
I'm...getting cramp staying still like this.

Sneaky bastards!

(Explosion)

Claymores.

- (Explosion)
- Toe-popper.

Oh, shit.

- (Explosion)
- Perfect.

No time to gloat.
We have to get to the border.

We'll keep our speed up
but pressure's off.

I thought British were supposed to be
best special forces in the world.

Your sister won't have been hurt.
Only the soldiers.

(Laughs)

Zero Alpha,
this is Romeo One-Two Bravo. Over.

Zero Alpha,
this is Romeo One-Two Bravo. Over.

(Radio crackles)

- I'm getting no signal.
- Look, I'm sorry, pal.

You ain't my pal.

They're my pals. You've just arrived.

OK, fair enough.

What now?

The captain said keep in contact with
the kidnappers, we got the sat-nav,

and there's still one girl.

- Captain.
- I know.

We'll get Aisha sorted out
and then get after Farah.

- Shouldn't we...
- They heard the explosions.

They'll think we were caught in
their booby traps and slow down a bit.

We'll catch up.

They've found one of the girls.
She's injured.

Our man's bringing her out.

We need a med team
to RV with him...here.

- Any other casualties?
- No.

They booby-trapped her
but we spotted it.

Sergeant Konchalovsky,
get a med team inbound now.

- Where is he going now?
- Covering his ass.

(Speaks Baikali)

Carry her down the hill
and rendezvous with the UBs.

You're sending me back? Send him.

- Trooper Gallagher says she's in shock.
- I daren't give her more morphine

because I've no idea how much
the bastards have pumped into her.

- Send her dad.
- You're the strongest.

You have to do it. He hasn't
the navigational skills to make the RV.

- If you get in a fight, you'll need...
- Corporal.

This is the day you do your duty

by heading away from the fight
and saving a life.

Corporal.

You will save a life.

Say again. No one hurt. You keep
on their tail, we'll catch you up. Out.

Message received. Out.
They're gonna catch us up.

(Speaking Baikali)

Thank you, Corporal. God be with you.

You like flying a desk as much as I do.

They're my troop.
I should be with them.

You're like a stuck record, Henry.

Sir.

(Speaks Baikali)

Konchalovsky. Sergeant.

The border's a five- or six-hour romp
from here.

Hoffman and Younger are ahead.
We'll join them.

If we haven't caught the kidnappers
by then...

forget it.

From now on, it's a sprint.

Fleming's got a GPS tracker.

The watch sends out a strong signal.
They should be with them by now.

Not necessarily. Terrain's difficult.

Anyway, they've got one girl.
Leave it, Henry.

Yes? Have they? Bastards!

No, no! If they believe we think
the trap worked, they'll get sloppy.

And if they're sloppy, they'll run into us

and then they'll be dead.

- What?
- The British are still behind us.

- They weren't caught in the trap?
- The race is still on.

One more thing.

Give it me.

Give it me!

If I thought you knew
about what was in this watch...

- I'd cut your ears off.
- What's happening?

There is tracker device in this watch.

That's how the SAS managed
to keep on our trail.

- So ditch it.
- Not yet.

Come on.

You're lucky he likes children.

Come on, what is it?

The kidnappers left the girl
directly in the path of our troop.

It's a big forest. How could they
know exactly what route they're on?

- Meaning?
- Half this lot used to be Red Army.

Old habits, old loyalties die hard.

You think there's a mole?

We're in bandit country. I trust no one.

Any candidates?

The Colonel keeps running off
to his Merc to make calls.

And the laughing sergeant told one
of his men to scope out our system.

I don't think he knows the girl has
the watch but he suspects.

He spoke in Russian. Thinks I can't.

You're a suspicious sod, Henry.

- One of the things I like about you.
- So there is something, then?

Psst!

- Which way is south?
- Shh!

- Drink first.
- After.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Say one for me an' all, mate.

You're keeping up well.

You're having a laugh.

There's a first.

What harm can it do?

This is Romeo One-One.
Where the hell are these people?

They should be with you
any minute. Over.

Henno, you get them to pull
their finger out. This girl is in trouble.

Keep coming, Dave.
They're inbound. Over.

I can walk all day and all night but
this little girl feels every bloody step!

Aisha, do you know any songs?

- Sleepy.
- No, no, baby, don't go to sleep.

- Come on, sing with me.
- No.

OK, I'll sing a song
and you can sing the chorus.

And you know,
I have got a terrible voice.

It is guaranteed to keep you awake.

Um...

J“ Don't worry about a thing

- J“ Cos...
- (Aisha hums)

The tracker's stopped moving.

- How long has it been like that?
- Not long.

- Do you think they're resting?
- Or waiting.

Zero Alpha, Zero Alpha,
this is Romeo One, Zero Alpha.

The tracker's stopped moving.

You may be walking
into an ambush. Over.

This is Zero Alpha. Roger that. Out.

- What?
- The watch is static.

The kidnappers must have heard
the explosions and think they're safe.

- They're resting up.
- Should be just over that ridge.

A hell of a place to come.

Yeah, it's killing floor.

What happens when we get
girl across the border?

- We get bonus and medal.
- To the girl!

- Too late for that question.
- I still want to know.

Look...

We hand her to the spooks.
They do what political bosses want.

What do they want?

To show Uzer Baikal is a state
where Westerners shouldn't go.

To show things would be better
if they put us back in charge.

Mother Russia. And the child?

And the child?

They'll concoct a provocation.
I don't know!

Maybe brave Russian anti-terrorist
forces will rescue her

from wicked Baikali terrorists,
maybe she'll even survive!

Unlike these British who are following.

Now, enough talk. Get a move on.

- Smell that?
- Campfire.

Do you reckon they think we bought
it with the booby traps?

Maybe.

Hoffman, you go wide. Very wide.

Come in the back door.

Trooper, left flank.
Younger, right flank. Slow and easy.

I'll take point.

Once we're over the ridge no voice traffic
till we know what we're dealing with.

You stay back below the ridge line.

Silent routine, OK?

Take cover!

(Speaking Baikali)

(Gunshot)

We've got them.

If they move, they're dead.

What's...?

Did you move him?

Do svidaniya, comrade.

Romeo One-Two. Machine-gunner down.

This is Romeo One Three.
There's still a sniper out there. Stay low.

I killed the bastard.

- (Mimics accent) The bastard!
- Right.

Went in one end of the scope
and out the other.

Still, hell of a shot.
You got really close.

Yeah, well, close don't count, mate.

More bad news.

Why did they leave that there?

How did they know
there's a tracking device in it?

You could just let me go.

I couldn't.

- Please, be quiet.
- Don't you have any children?

He used to. That's why he's soft.

- Where is Klimov?
- He's not coming.

Let's move.

(Screams) Let me go! Let me go!

Fleming agrees with your theory
about there being a mole.

(Henno) Even a broken clock's
right twice a day.

- Who are we looking at, then?
- They are plenty of suspects.

As I said before, half the UB army
were Red Army until independence.

- Take your pick.
- Colonel Bundarczuk?

I don't know.
A fish does stink from the head.

The Russians don't like us
being pally here.

If they make Ingushetia look
responsible for the kidnapping...

It's a two-for-one deal.

The Russians will look for any excuse
to roll into Ingushetia.

That explains it.
Maximum media coverage.

By the sounds of the way
the fire fight went down,

it looks like they're elite troops
not a bunch of terrorist yahoos.

- You're thinking Spetsnaz?
- I hope not.

But if I'm right, I have
a pretty good idea who our mole is.

- How's the little girl?
- Touch and go for a while.

- She's with the paramedics.
- Nice work.

Well done.

I need a favour.

Sir.

(Whispers) Boss, come here.

There's blood here.
But the track ends here.

There's nothing further on or either side.

They must've doubled-back on us,
but there's nothing down there.

- Check ahead.
- All right.

Romeo One, Zero Alpha,
this is Zero Alpha. We have a problem.

You can see our location. The trail splits.

From here, it's an hour tops
either to Russia or Ingushetia.

Colonel, a word.

All call signs stand by.

Our troop is here.

What's your guess as to which way
these bastards will go?

Is big country.

Russian border is possibility.

It's only 80 kilometres from here.
On the other hand...

Slava.

The SAS are behind you
at the fork in the trail.

You have to get over the border fast.

They still think you're Ingush...

(Feedback)

(Feedback squeals)

Minutu.

- Don't!
- What are you doing?

If the x-ray doesn't tell us
where the RV is, the girl's dead.

So don't kill him.

(Shouts in Baikali)

Get inside the car!
It's armoured, for Christ's sake!

Close the windows. He can't stop
a car by shooting it with a pistol.

(Shouting in Baikali)

Where are you going?

Get out of the way or you'll be road kill!

- You won 't get the engine block.
- I'm not aiming at the engine block.

I'm aiming at the airbag...sensor!

Dave, just buy me some time.

Nasdrave.

Da.

Stay!

- Where the hell is Henry?
- Needed some quiet time, boss.

(Speaks Russian)

- Where have they taken the girl?
- Go to hell.

No doubt I have a room already reserved.

But right now
we have a little girl to save.

- So talk.
- Screw her.

She's dead. What are you gonna do?

Torture me? You're a Brit.

- Brits don't do torture.
- No.

That's why I'm going to use
a bit of poetry.

- You said you liked it.
- Poetry?

Say hello to Mr Browning.

Give me a map reference.

Is that the best you can do?

She'll die screaming. What do I care?

Didn't you say all child kidnappers
needed castrating?

Trail's gone cold. Went to the brow
of the hill. Absolutely diddly squat.

Zero Alpha, Zero Alpha.

This is Romeo One, Zero Alpha.
The x-rays are RVing with a vehicle

in Russia in the area of grid 226-892. Out.

- That's down there. About 20 minutes.
- Got it. Thank you, Sergeant.

Good work!

Boss.

What happened to him?

He thought I was going
to shoot him in the bollocks.

- But you didn't?
- No, I must've missed.

You know me and small targets.

- What is this?
- This is a traitor.

This is the reason the kidnappers
always knew where we were

- and where to set ambushes.
- But he's a Baikali.

He's ex-Spetsnaz, ex-Red Army.

- What do you expect?
- I was Red Army.

But now I am Baikali Army.

You must be one of the good guys.
He isn't.

Sergeant Garvie just did
a spot of housekeeping for you.

No charge.

At last!
Russia is on the other side of that road.

(Speaks Russian)

Da, da.

There. Car horns! Looks like
our guys got themselves a ride.

We're not allowed to cross the border.
I can't ask you to follow me.

- Please, stay here.
- No, sir.

Give me a gun.

Let these guys do their thing.

- You expect me to wait?
- No.

Come with me. I need higher ground.
I'm gonna do my thing.

- Please?
- Shh!

Come on.

Stay down. Stay down.

- (Farah screams)
- Shut up!

Can't cover him, sir.

Go to the car. The girl's inside.

Too soon.

- Corporal?
- I can adjust.

(Shouting)

Farah! Farah!

I need to get closer.

Here's what we do. We swap.

- You leave her, you take me.
- I said stop.

You take me instead.

I'm a much bigger trophy.
An SAS officer, a big propaganda coup.

Go on. Leave her, take me.

Those two, drop your guns.

And communications. Drop your guns!

Can I take the shot, sir?

That's better.

I can make the shot, sir, but it's your call.

In sha' Allah.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you
to put your gun down now.

- Or what?
- I'll put a bullet through your eye.

With What?!

- With this.
- Crazy English, screw you!

Farah, don't turn.

I'll have those. Cheers, mate.

It's OK. You're safe now.

Just don't look.

I'm Patrick. That guy over there,
that's your dad.

My dad? He's not a soldier.

(Becca) No, but he's definitely
one of the good guys.

Daddy!

Oh, baby!

- (Mouths)
- Enough said.

- Finn.
-Aye.

Must have been about half a mile.

Aye.

Hell of a shot.

- Aye.
- Aye.

(Scottish accent) In the right eye.

- You're all right.
- No worries.

Becca. Louis.

Thank you...
for coming out of bounds with me.

- What are you talking about, sir?
- Never happened.

Right.

Well, thanks anyway.

Come on, then.
Home for tea and medals.

Boss, sit rep.

Good news and bad news.

Don't sod around. Did you get the girl?

Safe and sound.
No, the bad news is the Rupert.

- What, the Rupert's dead?
- No, the Rupert's good.

- Really?
- Afraid so.

And we've decided not to call him
the Rupert any more.

- Jolly good.
- His name's Patrick.

Well, I hope that you and Patrick
will all be very happy together.

Look, strike that.
He sounds like he deserves it.

Job well done.
Romeo One, Zero Alpha, out.

Well, you were right.

He did well.

So did you.

Just doing myjob.

No, not that. This.

That sergeant that I shot, Konchalovsky.

He was stuck in the past. Couldn't adapt.

He was a dinosaur, Henry.

I'm not prepared
to become one of those just yet.

So, what are you going to do?

Evolve.

Good man.