All language subtitles for SAS_ Rise of the Black Swan.English (CC)

[somber string music playing]

[narrator] Less than 1%
of the population is psychopathic.

Psychopaths often inherit the trait

and are incapable of love.

They manage their relationships
with clinical precision,

succeeding in all walks of life.

Psychopaths that can learn to love
are even more rare,

as rare as a black swan.

It's time.

I'm not dead yet.

Naming a successor is a sign of strength,
not weakness, Father.

You've always had more ambition
than your brother.

[woman] Ollie is more ambitious
than you think.

[man] There's a difference
between ambition and pride.

He's just trying to impress you.

Well, no matter how hard
your brother tries,

he'll always be replaceable.

[woman] Does he know you feel that way?

I don't care,

and neither should you.

[pensive music playing]

[typing]

[Ollie chuckles] Last one
of the day, boys. Let's light her up.

Stay professional.

[sighs]

-[man] Good morning.
-It was when I got here.

-What'd you offer 'em?
-Fifty fucking grand.

Twice what you paid for the delay.

I already paid 'em a hundred.
Pissed it away on whores and vodka.

Yeah, well, do you blame 'em?

No. [chuckles]

I wouldn't wanna live
in that fucking shithole.

-Well, they want more money.
-Clearly.

Increase the offer.

But if it goes noisy,
that's what you're here for.

[man] Grace.

What's a fair price for that village?

Two hundred.

Okay. Well, if they refuse,

cut their tongues out.

[man 2 chuckles]

-Is she capable of that?
-'Course.

Well, if she fucks it up,
it's down to you.

I need that village
cleared today, all right?

Hey, Pop,
is it unprofessional to burn him?

[scoffs] My God, Ollie,
you really do have shit for brains.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[dogs barking and chickens clucking]

[breathes deeply]

Enemy front!

[screaming and grunting]

[screaming]

-[grunts]
-[man screaming]

Ahh!

Go, go, go!

Go! Up the hill!

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting continues]

[man on radio] Switch fire right.
Switch fire right. Out.

Oh, it's just a scratch.

-[Grace groans]
-You're good.

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting continues]

[shouting continues]

[gunfire]

[explosion]

[Grace panting]

They don't want money.

They wanna fight.

Make a decision. Make it now.

[explosion]

Kill the men and the boys,

and leave the women to spread the fear.

[dramatic music playing]

[gunshot]

-[gunshot]
-[screaming]

-[grunts]
-[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[screaming]

-[music fading]
-[screams continue faintly]

[lively string music playing]

Welcome home, Thomas.

Great to see you, Callum.
Looking good as always.

-You staying for Christmas?
-Just came to pick something up.

That's my job.

Tell me what you need.
I'll organize some tea.

Thanks, but I'd rather do it myself.
It's in Nana's box.

-Well, that is a surprise. [chuckles]
-For me as well.

Be nice to have some laughter
in the house.

[Tom] Early days.

I plan to keep my flat but weekend here.

If Sophie fancies it.

Will she be needing color charts
for the nursery?

-You're worse than my mother.
-She would've been proud.

Somehow I doubt that.

Thomas, your parents were--

My parents
were wildly disappointed with me.

Your nana would've approved.

-Did you fix the windows in her library?
-All of them, sir.

We also planted another 40 acres of oak.

-Her favorite.
-That would be you, sir.

-Thank you, Callum.
-Of course, sir.

[emotional music playing]

[emotional music continues]

Having second thoughts?

Never.

What is it, then?

Did Nana really love Grandpa?

In her own way.

-Could you be any more obtuse?
-[chuckles]

She had a special way of seeing the world,
including your grandfather.

For her, it was love.

You understand?

Beginning to.

That's why she wanted you
to have that ring.

The Great Henry Buckingham
chopped it off the maharaja's finger

during the Indian Mutiny

and bequeathed it to her upon his passing.

-So the story goes.
-[chuckles]

Your nana did keep her secrets.

Guess we'll never know the truth.

I know she would be pleased.

Sophie is a fine choice, Thomas.

Then it's time.

This just in from our sources.
Red notices have been issued

for three members
of the notorious Black Swans,

a family-owned private military company

linked to alleged atrocities
in the Republic of Georgia.

The three are Americans William Lewis

and his adult children,
Grace and Oliver Lewis.

The family is reported
to be living in North London.

They're accused of crimes against humanity
following an alleged massacre

that has only now come to light.

The remote area where it happened

is known as a corridor
for transnational gas pipelines.

The International Criminal Court
is demanding

that the UK extradite the accused
to the Hague, where they will stand trial.

The prime minister's office has so far
refused to comment on the red notices

or whether it plans to serve them,

but we're waiting for further updates
from Number 10.

[gunshots and screaming on video]

[breathes deeply]

-It wasn't what we hired him to do.
-[grunts] Doesn't matter.

He stands trial,
Lewis will say we sanctioned it.

Well, you're PM. What do you wanna do?

-We could kick him into the long grass.
-[PM] We could do.

But this is not gonna blow over.

Mercenaries have been tearing
the arse out of it for decades.

Well, they may have done,
but now every fucker has a mobile phone.

-Fair one.
-We could deport him.

No, no, no. The yanks won't eat our shit.

Lewis lives here.
He does his business here.

He's been here for 40 years or so.

-He's just bought the Habsburg House.
-In Hampstead Heath?

-[chuckles] Yeah.
-Clearly we're paying him too much.

Keeping our hands clean
is a pricey business.

At that price,
I expect them to be washed of this shite.

There is a difference
between disavowing Lewis

and serving him with a red notice.

He will expect a level of protection.

No, I cannot be seen
to protect a war criminal.

Do you want me
to go around his house and arrest him?

No, I never said anything about an arrest.

Lewis will have prepared for that too.

-There's a reason we hired him.
-And there's a reason I hired you.

[lively music playing]

-Bethany, can I grab those notes?
-Uh, yes, doctor.

-Thank you.
-Here you go.

-[nurse] Hi, Dr. Hart.
-Hi.

Surprise.

[scoffs] Surprise?

First-class ticket to Paris.
Flight's at 1:30 tomorrow.

[exclaims softly]

Tom, that's lovely, but--

I rang Dr. Wells.
She agreed to take your shifts.

I haven't spoken to you in three weeks,

and the first person you call
is my consultant to change my schedule?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tom, that's not okay.

-You've been dying to go to Paris.
-I've been dying to spend time with you.

Good thing we're going together, then.

[kisses]

Tom, stop.

[Tom chuckles]

I'm sorry. Gotta sort something at work.

But you just got back.

-It won't take long.
-I've heard that one before.

It'll be all right.

Meet you at the airport.

-I haven't said yes yet.
-Don't be late.

[sighs] Silly fucker.

[clears throat]

Hi, James. How's your leg today?

[tense music playing]

-[woman] Yeah, this one.
-[Grace] I need everyone out, now.

[Ollie] Yeah, come on.
Everyone out. Let's go.

[Grace sighs] I just got a message.

The SAS is about to move on us.

We can book a G4 out of Farnborough,

fly home, take our chances there.

England is home.

[chuckles] Dad… after all these years,
you're still not one of them.

Never will be.

Well, that's true.

I'm one of me,

so are you.

[Grace] Hmm.

Clements was just using us anyway.

[William] No, I've been using him
for my own means.

This government is addicted
to what we do for them.

In three to four hours,

they'll break down the door and arrest us.

The last thing they want is an arrest.

If I had seen that girl with the phone…

[chuckles] Next time.

[Grace sighs]

There won't be one
unless we do something now.

What would you have us do?

Enact the safeguard.

Big job.

Simulated it six times.

Casualties are always 100%.

[Grace] Hmm.

We're about to get shot in the back.
Anything else from here is a bonus.

[exhales sharply]

[emotional music playing]

[rustling]

[Tom] Are those pansies?

Yeah. Yeah, they are.

I'm with the Heath & Hampstead Society.

Each year, we select one household
with the finest winter blossoms

and feature it on our website.

Thanks, but we're not interested.

That's a shame.

You've done such a brilliant job.

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
I'm a bit tired.

Are the pansies more fragrant to you?

No, not really. Why?

Some women develop a better sense of smell
when they're pregnant.

That's something to look forward to.
[chuckles]

If you don't mind…

How many months are you?

Six.

[Tom] Boy or a girl?

They can't tell yet.

[grunting]

You can determine
the sex of a child at three months.

And they're primroses, not pansies.

Red One, I'm compromised down here.

[major] Sitrep on the woman.

-[Tom] Neutralized.
-[major] What about the baby?

[Tom] No baby, just a fake belly rig
concealing an automatic short.

Olivia, who is she?

She works security for Lewis.

There's a 76% probability
that he is on target.

Okay.

Alpha, to confirm, this is a hard arrest
on a William Lewis and known associates,

aka the Black Swans,

under Red Notice 790274
for crimes against humanity.

-[on radio] Confirmed.
-There'll be no threat to their life.

Confirmed.

You'll serve the red notice
using non-lethal means.

-Confirmed.
-Stop fucking about.

Red notice calls for a hard arrestment.

The moment you make contact,
you will fight, and you will kill him.

This is London, not Londonderry.

-Enemy front. Enemy front.
-[gunfire]

[major on radio] All call signs,
this is Alpha. I have control.

-Go, go, go.
-There you go, mate. That's yours.

-[dramatic music playing]
-[hissing]

-Coming through.
-[solider] Smoke. Get the smoke down!

[hissing]

-[grunts]
-[soldier on radio] Red Six. Man down.

[grunts]

[soldier] Alpha. Roger that.
My call sign moving now.

[tense music playing]

[grunts]

[dramatic music continues]

Cover!

[soldier] Oh, fuck that!

Sierra One. Had to take it.

Alpha.

[soldier] Red Seven. Held at the rear.

Cannot make entry.

-I say again, cannot make entry.
-Oh, fuck it.

[grunts]

[soldier] Come on, mate. Smash it!

[both grunt]

[soldier] Oh, shit!

Red One. Need door entry.

-[major] Alpha. Roger that.
-[soldier] Red Three.

Moving now.

-[beeping]
-[soldier] Clear.

Stoppage! Stoppage!

-[grunts]
-[electrical crackling]

-Clear!
-Up.

[soldier] That's Red Nine.
Checking the garage. Out.

Don't move! Don't move!

[tense music playing]

[Tom] Lewis confirmed. Dining room.

Any eyes on Grace?

[Tom] Unsighted.

[soldier] Sierra One.
I've got movement on the ground floor.

[major] Red One, check it. Out.

[soldier] Sierra One.
It's moving up the stairwell.

[soldier] Now unsighted.

[footsteps receding]

Just in time for lunch.

Where's Grace?

Upstairs. Getting dressed.

Oi.

Fuck off and do your job.

Roger that.

[chuckles] Wow.

It's like a fucking museum.

I needed somewhere to put my stuff.
It's been a busy life.

I know what you mean.
I got tons of this shit.

I'm still going.

And you're about to stop.

[soldier] Tom, man on! Man on!

[both grunting]

Stitched up by a kid with a mobile.

Thank fuck
they didn't have them in Rhodesia.

[laughs]

-Good skills on this job though.
-Thank you.

Word has it that Grace did the sniping.

Tell them that I did that.

If Grace sticks with that story,
I'll ensure she's looked after.

What, by the PM?

Well, politicians come and go, mate.
[chuckles]

I'm the consistency.

Grace is, uh…

Grace is good value.

Every father loves their daughter.

I've never loved anybody in my life.

But Grace is

special.

In what way?

Well, she's like me…

only better.

[tense music playing]

[Clements] Grace isn't joining us
for lunch, is she, Lewis?

[William] You're gonna miss me, George.

[Clements] I'm not gonna miss
cleaning up your mess.

If you could do it with peace, love,
and a steak dinner, you would.

Everyone is replaceable,

even a Black Swan.

[gunshots]

Stand still! Stand still!

Stand still! Stand still!

[Tom] Turn! Show your face!

-Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck--
-[gunshot]

Grenade!

[both grunt]

[both groan]

[Tom laughing]

-[soldier groans]
-Fuck.

[both grunt]

-You all right, mate?
-Oh, yeah, living the dream.

Oh, shit.

-[Tom grunts]
-[soldier groans]

[both groaning]

Oh, cheers, mate.

-Ooh.
-[helicopter whirring]

Your jacket's ruined. What you gonna wear
for grouse hunting this year?

[laughing]

Fuck off.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[major] You were supposed to use
non-lethal means.

Didn't have a choice.

He's right, boss. Target had a grenade.
Pulled the pin on us.

Oh. Before or after
Tom shot her in the face?

Nasal spine, actually.

[sarcastic chuckle]

How do I sell it up the food chain,
let alone The Guardian?

-She looked nothing like Grace Lewis.
-What?

The woman, the one I shot,
nothing like her.

We cordoned off the residence
an hour prior to the raid.

[soldier] Everest One
was drawing us in there.

Giving Grace time to escape.

Okay, well,
I'll issue an all-ports warning.

This is why you're supposed to use
non-lethal means,

so whoever it is that we're looking for
ends up on the floor in cuffs

instead of on the floor dead!

Grace isn't dead, boss.

They knew we were coming.
The only question is, how?

That's a question for another day.

You're stood down
till I fill out my report.

Well, hang on, boss. You weren't there.

Order stands. And get that sorted.

Nasty that.

[helicopter whirring]

[major] That's Alpha now airborne. Out.

You all right, mate?

Yeah.

-That's balls, innit?
-What?

-You getting stood down.
-Oh. It'll be all right.

-You?
-Oh, yeah.

That blast is nothing

compared to the damage
your couch has done to my back.

You'll be happy to fuck off
at the end of the month, then.

Eh?

-What, you and Soph moving in together?
-More than that.

Oh, Christ.

-Well, come on, let's see it.
-What?

The ring. It must rival Gibraltar.

[both laugh]

Nah. It's just something my nana gave me.

I'm sure Soph will be suitably impressed.

[chuckles]

Yeah, she's quite sober
when it comes to money.

It's easy for you to say.
My ex-missus burned my bank statement.

-Dumped the ashes in my mouth.
-[both laugh]

You paid for lap dances
with your credit card.

-Yeah, I was pissed, though, wasn't I?
-Yeah.

Oh, man, you haven't got a clue
what you're getting yourself into.

No. [chuckles]

-You haven't, have you?
-[both laugh]

It'll be all right.

So you gonna leave the regiment?

Of course not. It's home.

Do you love her?

Yeah.

How long have we known each other?

Since basic, why?

In that whole time, I have never, ever
known you to love anyone.

-Well, this is different.
-Oh, yeah? How's that?

[both chuckle]

Fuck off.

[soldier] Come on, boys.
Let's go. In the van.

[news anchor]
…that the international red notice

had been issued against William Lewis,

who was, unbeknownst to his neighbors,
the leader of a renowned group

of military contractors or mercenaries
known as the Black Swans…

Do they not have doctors in the SAS?

In Hereford.

[Tom] Didn't wanna miss our flight.

Well, I'm afraid triage is not my area.

Well, you've done a good job.

You don't want anything for the pain?

Nah.

[news anchor] …another unidentified female
who sustained fatal head injuries…

-Do you wanna talk about it?
-What?

What isn't clear

is whether all of the members
of the Black Swans have been apprehended…

Were you the one who, um…

Shot her?

Yeah.

In the face.

Are you upset?

She was in the fight. It was me or her.

Yeah, still, don't you find it disturbing?

No.

[Sophie] I should know better by now.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know, Tom.
Does anything ever affect you, ever?

No, never.

-Apart from you.
-[sighs]

I really wanna believe that right now.

Then do. Hmm?

We're so different.

That's what makes it work.

[exhales sharply]

Look, I love being with you, Tom…

but I don't understand you.

Then let's talk about this in Paris.

Hmm?

Only if you're willing to really talk.

Absolutely.

We'll spend the entire time in Paris…

[Sophie chuckles]

…in bed,

talking.

There is something seriously
wrong with you, Tom Buckingham.

You still have your plane ticket?

Nah, I binned it.

Good. Change of plans.

I'm taking you on the first train to Paris
before you can bin me too.

[chuckles] Tom.

[joyous music playing]

[woman on PA] Eurostream train 2196
to Paris Gare du Nord

will depart from platform number ten.

That's platform number ten
for the Eurostream service

to Paris Gare du Nord.

-[security] Where are you traveling?
-We're going to Paris.

Yeah.

[Tom speaking French]

[Sophie] Your bad French
all weekend, is it?

[ominous music playing]

[scanner beeping]

[announcer speaking French on PA]

[uplifting music playing]

Right here.

Coach A.

[woman on PA] Please ensure
your belongings and your luggage

are kept with you at all times.

If you notice any suspicious items,

please report them to a member of staff.

[announcer speaking French on PA]

Unfinished business?

[Tom] Hmm?

[scoffs] Nah.

Nah, the lads will sort it out.

-I don't know how you do that.
-What?

Switch on and off like that.

[chuckles] You should try it some time.

Hey, what if it was me?

In the fight?

-You?
-Yeah.

Would you shoot me too?

If you had a go at me, yeah.

That's why I'm taking you to Paris.

Keep on your good side.

[pensive music playing]

[kids chattering]

Tom, who is this woman?

What woman?

The one with her face plastered
all over the newspaper.

Yeah, didn't see that.

-It's hard to miss.
-[grunts] Easier than you think.

Tom, what really happened yesterday?

-'Cause you can tell me.
-[grunts]

Tom, where are you going?

To the gents.

I won't be long.

[kisses]

[kids chattering]

[ticket inspector] Your passport?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

[knocking at door and speaking French]

[knocking continues]

I'm sorry.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to come in.

-[lock clicks]
-[Grace grunts]

[inspector grunts]

-[knife slicing]
-[inspector whimpering]

[Grace] Shh.

-It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
-[groaning]

[woman speaking French]

[tense music playing]

[men chattering]

Anyone in there?

[Tom grunts]

[phone ringing]

[Declan] Morning, mate. How are ya?

I have Grace Lewis on the Eurostream
to Paris Gare du Nord.

What? Grace Lewis?

Yeah, we're approaching
the Channel Tunnel.

Wait. Hold on.
What are you doing on the Eurostream?

[chuckles]

Just wait till he's older.
Takes them ages to have a pee.

[chuckles]

If that was his only flaw,
I'd marry him tomorrow.

Well, six o'clock somewhere.

Aren't you having one?

Sure.

A marriage proposal?

A day after he dropped a woman
on Hampstead Heath?

You know Tom. He's a romantic.

Well, this time, before I do anything,
I need eyes on Grace.

Have Tom confirm it.

All right. [grunts]

[door opens]

[sighs]

[typing]

[phone vibrating]

Boss wants Grace confirmed.

[Tom] We're almost in the tunnel.

Right. Then safest option,

just let the French lift Grace
at Gare du Nord.

No, fuck it. I'll confirm her.

Tom, wait-- [sighs]

I've been married 53 years,

and I still don't understand
the old sweat.

So it doesn't get any better, then?

I'm sorry?

So it doesn't get any better, then?

-[sighs] No, not really.
-[Sophie] Damn.

[breathes deeply]

I don't know. We're just so different.

In what way?

He takes lives for a living. I save them.

Oh, I see. A military man, is he?

It has its uses, dear.

Tom pretends it doesn't affect him,
but it must do.

Well, not everyone
needs a shoulder to cry on.

I'd be lucky if he shrugged his shoulders,
let alone shed a tear.

[woman] That's a problem, is it?

[Sophie chuckles] Well… yeah.

His crazy brain has
a unique ability to drive me crazy.

A man running long in the loo
is not unique.

[chuckles] God alone knows
what they do in there.

[chuckles] Should I tell you
what he did to my dead cat?

-Your dead cat?
-[Sophie chuckles] Yeah.

He found Chica in the garden,

brought her in my flat
draped over his arm in full rigor mortis.

[chuckles] Oh, I see.

He then proceeded to suggest
we put her in the freezer

until we got back from holiday.

Oh, right.

[chuckles] I refused, of course,
and we canceled our holiday

and gave her a proper burial.

[tense music playing]

[beeping]

Cover.

[driver] This is a red trigger--

-[woman] Oh!
-[brakes screeching]

[chuckles]

[alarm blaring]

[alarm beeping]

Clear the tunnel
and dispatch the fire response team.

[tense music playing]

[siren blaring]

Getting eyes on the flash points now.

[electrical crackling]

[alarm beeping]

[crackling]

[sirens blaring faintly]

[sirens blaring]

Wow! Really?

Yeah. Well, it looked way better on him.

-And the kit?
-[Ollie] Relax.

I got ya.

[indistinct chattering]

You're only
as good as your worst day, huh?

[Ollie] Okay, listen in.

Remember, short and sharp commands.

We need to take control immediately.

If anyone disobeys, ignores,
doesn't understand, tough shit.

You will make an example of them.

You need to grip that train
from the get-go. You understand?

[Swan] All keep switched on.

Fingers out your arses.
We need to move in two.

Breach! Breach!

-[dramatic music playing]
-[Swans shouting]

Cover me!

-Who the fuck was that?
-Don't know. But he's trained.

Everybody back.

[rapid beeping]

-[grunts]
-[passengers scream]

[screams]

[passengers clamoring and screaming]

[passenger] Help!

[grunting]

Oh, my God. What's happened? Oh.

What?

[breathes heavily]

[groaning]

[woman] Oh, I've got…
I've got some glass in my leg.

Okay. Don't worry, I'll get it out.

[woman] Oh, fuck.

-[phone line ringing]
-[passenger grunts]

-Okay.
-[phone vibrating]

[Sophie] Just keep still.
It's gonna be all right.

[panting]

This is Dr. Hart. Please leave a message.

Stay in your seat. I'm coming for you.

There's a player in the battle space.
He's armed and skilled.

Check the tunnel, check the train,

check the passengers,
and do not let him get away.

-[Swan] We're on it.
-[Ollie] Spread out.

Okay. All right.

This will stop the bleeding.

It's gonna be all right.

[passenger speaking French]

[rifle cocks]

Everybody, sit down!
Don't you fucking move!

[passengers exclaiming in French]

[Swan] Heads down! You, eyes down, now!

Stay down!

-[passengers screaming]
-[gunfire]

Down! Move!

Down!

-[gunfire]
-[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[Ollie] If you want to live,
shut the fuck up.

[Swan] Don't move! Stay where you are!

Everyone remain calm.

Get back in your seats.

Keep your hands above your heads.

I said get the fuck back to your seat.

-[gunshot]
-[screaming]

[Ollie] All right.

Listen in.

Do what you're told

when you're told,

and that…

-Sit the fuck down!
-[woman whimpers]

…and that will not happen to you.

[Ollie] Heads down.

-[man] I need to get her inhaler. Please--
-Get back in your fucking seat!

-[Ollie] I need two outside!
-[Swan] Yep. On it, now.

[tense music playing]

[phone vibrating]

Give us what you got, mate.

[Tom] Grace confirmed.
I don't know what it means yet,

but it's not an escape. It's an attack.

She's got support down here,
about two dozen Swans, all armed.

It's down to the team.

-[gunshot]
-[passengers screaming]

You're gonna come out
and meet us at the point of entry?

I have to find Sophie.

Too many Swans. They'll smash you.
Just wait till we get there.

No time. Text me when you're on site.

I'm gonna run a CTR.

If you attempt to disembark,
you'll be shot and killed,

so please stay on the train.

[shuddering]

[Grace] Do what you're told
when you're told.

[shuddering]

[Swan] Get down now!

Stay fucking quiet!

[Swan] If you can see my eyes,
I can see yours!

Look at the fucking ground!

[shudders] Shit.

[Swan] Everyone stay down.

Stay calm. Do not fucking move.

Take deep breaths,

and all will be fine.

Don't fuck about. Don't make me shoot you.

Stay fucking calm.

[tense music continues]

I don't care what Tom wants.
Tell him to withdraw from the tunnel.

Well, he's already
on a close target recce. Look.

Tom is putting innocent lives in danger.
Get him out!

Forward me those photos.
I need to run 'em up the food chain.

The PM has asked
for all the latest intelligence.

There you go. Sent.

[beeping]

[lock clicks]

[beeping]

[lock clicks]

Service tunnel secure, and UK-bound tunnel

blocked by fire and thick smoke.

[Grace] Roger that.

Start the drilling
and get me a sitrep in five.

I want the player found and dropped now.

[whirring]

[intriguing music playing]

[pilot 1] This is Papa One-Four.
All my call signs ready to load.

[pilot 2] Papa One-Six. Confirmed.

[pilot 3] Alpha.
All red call signs now airborne.

[phone vibrating]

Guns are set.

Player's running a CTR.

[Ollie] He's looking for holes
in your protection bubble.

And a way into the carriages…

especially seven, eight, and nine.

Good work.

[tense music playing]

-[grunting]
-[bones snap]

Find the player. Confiscate every phone
from every passenger in every coach.

If someone refuses, shoot them.

[ominous music playing]

Please hand over any electronic devices.

[man] There you go.

[Swan] In your own time, sir.

In your own time, gentlemen.

[man] There.

[Swan] Thank you.

Really?

What?

What are you, 12?

Am I gonna get it back?
It cost me 500 quid.

And I'm the criminal.

[reporter on TV] Major breaking news
to bring you.

Multiple sources are telling us
that a Eurostream train

has been hijacked.

We have very few details so far.

What we do know is that the train
was heading for Paris Gare du Nord

when it was commandeered
in the Channel Tunnel.

There's no word on who's behind it
or what their motives might be,

but if confirmed, this would be
a major incident on British soil.

[PM] Why is she still breathing?

I zapped Lewis at Hampstead Heath,
but Grace weren't in.

-[PM] How did she manage that?
-Someone might've warned her.

[door opens]

-Someone?
-I'll find him.

Sky News has it.

Do they have Grace?

[woman] Not yet. Still speculating.

All right. I'm convening Cobra.

If she exposes what we did,
it's not just a problem for you.

This is a very big problem for me.

The Eurostream has stopped
on British soil. It's your call.

Do I have control?

Yes. Get down there and kill her.

Listen up, I need everyone's phones out.

Phones out.

Where's your phone?

[man] I do not have one.

I lost it during the explosion.

Shame.

-[gunshot]
-[screaming]

[whimpers]

[Grace] Anyone have any medical training
on this train, huh?

Can you get a doctor?

[helicopter whirring]

[pilot] Papa One-Four.
On final approach to the tunnel.

[tense music playing]

I'm a doctor.

[Grace] Can you, uh, fix it?

[girl whimpers]

If I can get a trauma kit
and some running water, then yeah.

[Sophie] I'm gonna take care of you.
Come on.

It's all right. Come on.

It's gonna be okay.

[dramatic music playing]

[exclaims]

[Sophie] Stay close.

[soldier] Red Two, UK-bound tunnel
compromised by fire and smoke.

French tunnel compromised
by up to 24 Black Swans.

[major on radio] All red call signs
will proceed via central service tunnel.

[pilot 1] Papa One-Five.
Final approach now.

[pilot 2] Papa One-Six. Holding.

[major] All call signs, this is Alpha.
Hold at the tunnel entrance.

[soldier] Red One-Six. Roger that. Out.

[whirring]

[Sophie] It's okay.

[breathes heavily]

Stay there.

Can we have some privacy, please?

Red Two. Fire door. Twenty meters out.

[loud clank]

-[loud clank]
-[grunts]

-[loud clank]
-[grunts]

-[loud clank]
-[grunts]

Red Three. Fire door is obstructed.

Needs explosive entry,
and that will compromise us.

All call signs set up a control point.

[girl breathes heavily]

[girl whimpers]

[Sophie] Okay.

-Any word from Tom?
-I'm waiting on a call back, boss.

-Olivia, up yet?
-No, nothing, sir.

[Clements] Right, listen in.

Stand to the emergency response.
I want the team in now.

-We've just set up.
-So has Grace.

-We're completely in the blind.
-Get some fucking glasses.

They've zapped the CCTV, sir.

We need people on the ground.
We need to carry out a proper CTR.

-Well, who took these, then?
-Tom.

Tom?

Buckingham.

The bloke that zapped
that woman on Hampstead Heath?

-Yeah.
-Oh, good skills for a posh twat.

So… hold on a minute.
How come he's inside the cordon?

He was taking his girlfriend
to Paris to propose.

The Swans have done him a fucking favor.

Back to what we're here for.
These photos are not enough.

They are today,
'cause Grace is the target.

We have no idea where she is.

The moment you make contact,
Grace will close in, and she will fight.

-But today she's got nowhere to go.
-My job is to rescue hostages.

Not today.

-Hit that train now.
-If we do that, we will take casualties.

Give me a moment to plan an option--

What are you, the head
of a fucking knitting circle or something?

The Swans are split up, two to a carriage.
Now is the time to attack.

I don't agree with you.

You can disagree all you fucking like,
but this is what's gonna happen.

You are gonna act
like a professional soldier.

You are gonna initiate
the emergency response,

and you are gonna kill Grace.

And if you don't,
you are off, and he is on.

Do you understand?

Oh, fucking hell.

[phone vibrating]

Shit.

Not right now, if you don't mind.

[Tom grunts]

Here.

Unscrew the toilet, and I'll get you down.

No.

No?

No…

-What do you mean?
-I need to stay here and help the wounded.

The team are about to hit this train,

and when they do,
there are gonna be more casualties.

-You're not gonna be one of them.
-Sorry.

I'm staying here.

Look, I have a wounded girl here.
Save her instead.

-If you stay on this train, you will die.
-I am not leaving.

-[Tom] Soph--
-I am not leaving.

Roger that.

[soldier] Red Two. Moving now.

[major] Alpha. Good luck. Out.

[tense music playing]

[tense music continues]

Sierra One.

Rear locomotive unmanned.

Roger that. Proceed.

[Sophie grunting]

[Swan] What's going on in there?

[whispers] Okay, come on. Quickly.

[Swan knocking] Oi!

What's going on?

[Sophie whispers] That's it. There you go.

[girl grunts]

-[Swan] Open the door.
-Jesus Christ, Tom.

-[Swan] Open the door!
-What?

You'd make a great father.

-It worked, didn't it?
-[Swan knocking] Oi!

[tense music playing]

[Swan knocking] Open the door!

-Knock me out.
-What?

-[Swan] Open the fucking door!
-So it doesn't look like I helped you.

[Swan banging] Open this door now!

That's a good idea.

[Swan] The kid escaped.

[soldier] Up top! Contact!

-[grunts]
-[major] This is Alpha. Withdraw now.

Bin it! Bin it!

Coach Nine, converge! Converge!

[speaking French]

[in English] Move!

[gunfire]

Stop!

Fuck!

[dramatic music playing]

-[gunfire continues]
-[soldier] Shit!

[tense music playing]

Move!

Move!

-[music intensifies]
-[gunfire continues]

-Shit!
-[gunfire continues]

Move!

-[rifle cocks]
-[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

-What happened here?
-The player breached in.

Smashed the doctor, lifted the kid.

He's more effective than the SAS.

I pushed them back to the control point.

Yeah, because my source told us
that they were coming.

Your fucking snide?

He's our fucking snide, and he's
a critical part of this operation.

Yeah, well,
someone still had to pull the trigger.

[chuckles] And it's a really good skill.

Now, use it
to find the kid and the player.

They were last seen down there.

[Swan] You're all doing a good job.

Stay just like that,
and not long from now,

you'll be safe at home
selling your story to the papers.

Be famous, not dead.

[girl yelps]

[tense music playing]

-[Declan] That was a gang fuck.
-[major] Who's down?

-[Declan] It was Rich and Pat.
-[major] Shit.

[indistinct radio chatter]

So, where is she?

Is that really your major concern?

No, my major concern
is that you fucked it up.

I told you it was too soon!

And I told you I wanted Grace dead,
so where is she?

[soldier] She knew we were coming.

How?

I don't know. The Swans
weren't split up two per carriage.

On the roof of the train,
waiting to smash us.

He's right. It was a trap.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[computer chimes]

Who installed Skype on an internal system?

[Olivia] This came in via our intranet.

-[computer chimes]
-Should I answer it?

Yeah, go on.

I want to speak to the ground commander.

Major Bisset, Special Air Service,
here to negotiate a peaceful resolution.

Thanks to your assault yesterday,
we're left with two options.

Which are?

The prime minister can go on live TV

and admit that the British government
ordered that clearing up in Georgia.

Or you can outfit
that Eurocopter you flew in

with extra fuel bladders
and wire 500,000,000

to an account of my designation.

[major] That's a lot of money to organize.

BritGaz can manage it.

-Why would they pay for it?
-They hired us to do the job.

Well, actually,
they hired the SAS to hire us.

But those details
are best left for the war crimes tribunal,

in the event we don't get that ransom.

That's really not my concern.
My only job is to protect--

Protect British interests,
both military and economic.

Ask Clements. I'm sure
he's lurking around your control point.

[sighs heavily]

I want a hundred hostages released
as a show of good faith.

Agreed.

But you'll have to come
and get them yourself.

And bring Clements.

What you fucking looking at?

[speaking French]

[in English] She only wants you in there
so she can kill you.

[Clements] Yeah.

And the only reason
I'm going in there is to kill her first.

Oh, really?

How you gonna do that?

Find out when we get there.

[Swan] This is One-Four.
I have a weeper. He's hyperventilating.

Crying, begging, starting to lose it.

I need someone to me now
to lift him and isolate him.

[Tom speaking French]

[emotional music playing]

[both grunt]

[dramatic music playing]

[speaking French]

[dramatic music continues]

-[grunting]
-[gunfire]

[Tom speaking French]

[in English] All call signs.
Rear cockpit. Go!

Player's in the rear cockpit. Go, go, go!

[dramatic music continues]

[grunts]

[grunts]

-Fuck.
-[door opens]

Where's the player?

He saved the girl… [exhales sharply]

…but stayed in the fight.

-[Tom] There you are.
-[girl speaking French]

If this little fucker could push
through their defenses, so can we.

So let's crack on.

Dec.

We're gonna get these hostages.

You're in command till I get back.

Why'd you help that man
break inside the train?

I didn't. I was helping
the little girl like you asked,

then a man unscrewed the toilet.

[Grace] Hmm.

Are you his wife?

I'm not married.

You're lying.

Look what he did to my face.

[Swan] This isn't her phone.

Just FYI.

Where is your real phone, hmm?

Lover boy call it to arrange your escape?

I didn't try to escape.

-Where is he?
-I don't know.

Take her to the toilet and find
her real phone. And stay professional.

[Sophie grunts]

-[slicing]
-[grunts]

[chokes]

[grunts]

[gun cocks]

[tense music playing]

Stay professional.

Have you found her real phone yet?

Not yet.

[exhales sharply]

[chokes]

[couching and choking]

[Grace] If I didn't know better,
I'd think you knew the player.

I'll take that as a compliment.

How long have you been dating?

Never met him.

But if you could be kind enough
to introduce us,

I'd love to take him out for dinner.

[Sophie] He's starting
to sound like my type.

[exhales sharply]

[breathes heavily]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

[machinery whirring in background]

[whirring stops]

[Swan] We're through?

[Swan] It looks like
we have the clearance.

Find Grace and tell her we're through.

-I'll get started on the device.
-[Swan] Roger that.

Cute. Found your phone.

Fuck.

[Clements] Careful.

[dramatic music playing]

[grunting]

Hello, Grace.

Can I offer you a drink?

Ooh, yeah. I'll have a…
I'll have a glass of champagne.

[breathes heavily]

-So where are the hostages?
-Hmm?

Oh, they're not going anywhere.

So why are we here?

[Grace chuckles]

You probably thought
that was gonna be you.

Actually, I thought it was gonna be you.

I know that's what you're here for.

So, let's try this again, shall we?

Grace Lewis.

George Clements.

Calm down. We have a lot to discuss.

No, we don't.

You hired us to do a job.

Yeah, you didn't do it properly.

You said clear the village, and we did.

You fucked up. You left witnesses.

They were supposed to spread the fear.

[chuckles] They spread the fear all right.

Did it work?

Did any other village ever refuse
to sell you their land after that?

Answer me.

No, no, no. The pipeline went through.

Low-intensity ops.

It's a nasty business,
but it's fucking effective.

Your friends wrote the textbook for it.

Well, perhaps
you should've read chapter ten.

"Kill kids with mobile phones."

[Grace] Or the prime minister
could just admit that he hired us.

[Clements] Oh, clearly
he ain't gonna do that.

[Grace] Then clearly we have to get paid.

Payment can be arranged.

[Clements] BritGaz has got--

[Grace] A pipeline in the Channel Tunnel.
Not many people know about that.

My father did.

If you don't pay us

and guarantee safe passage,

I will destroy this tunnel

and everyone in it.

Do you understand?

[Clements] If you well and truly fuck off…

[Grace chuckles]

…I'll get you
your money and your safe passage.

Agreed.

But I want wire confirmation
in the next 30 minutes.

Okay.

-You get that?
-Loud and clear.

[Swan] All call signs,
the device is in position,

and the anti-tamper triggers are set.

[Tom] Stand still.

[Swan sighs]

Pull the trigger and I'll detonate.

Suicide bomber, eh?

Well, we're all about to get dead anyway.

The ones that survive

enjoy.

[chuckles] Not much joy in this job.

Oh, we either get what we want,
or we fuck you up severely.

Hijack a train under 75 meters of rock,

death is the most likely result.

And you and everyone else in this tunnel
will burn along with us.

Drop it.

[both grunting]

[panting]

[breathing heavily]

[straining and groaning]

[both grunt]

[reporter 1] Eurostream officials have
so far refused to say

how many passengers are involved,

but reports claim
that British, American, French,

and dozens of other foreign nationals
are among the hostages.

[reporter 2] Sources in Whitehall

say the prime minister's
come under increasing pressure

from the presidents
of the United States and France

to resolve the crisis.

So he's called
an emergency session of Cobra.

[woman] Sir Charles Whiteside
from BritGaz, Prime Minister.

[PM] Thank you for coming.

So what does your board have to say?

We've agreed to your 500 million.

A bargain, really.

Of course, this stays
out of the public domain.

BritGaz doesn't pay ransoms, do we?

Understood.

[Tom groans]

[grunts]

[phone vibrating]

[phone vibrating]

Thank fuck you're still alive.

[chuckles]

Grace is gonna blow up the tunnel.

Yeah, she made
the same threat to Clements.

Not a threat.

I found the device next to a gas pipeline.

Well, can you disarm it?

No. It has anti-tamper triggers
all over it. [grunts]

Tell Bisset to get the team in there now.

Bisset's dead, mate.

[exhales heavily]

-What?
-Grace zapped him.

Christ.

[grunts] You have control?

-Yeah.
-Then launch the ER yourself.

Clements ordered us to wait it out.

[scoffs] What, and let Grace
blow up the tunnel?

BritGaz just agreed to pay her.

She'll trigger the device anyway.

This isn't about money. It's revenge.

If I was in their shoes,
I'd be thinking the same thing.

But setting off a bomb in the tunnel,
it's suicidal, innit?

Yeah, she's operating
as if she's already dead.

Yeah, if she blows the tunnel,

she'd better hope Lewis taught her
how to swim out.

That's the real question, mate.

How does she plan to escape?

Listen.

Tom, mate, just…

find a way out of there, all right?

'Cause, I'll be honest.
I need your help, mate, here.

Yeah.

Sophie needs it more.

I get that you're in love and all that.

-I do--
-No.

I just got it now.

Yeah, all right, mate.

[phone vibrating]

[phone vibrating]

You gonna blow the tunnel?

You sound awfully ungrateful
for someone who just got promoted.

I agreed to help you escape,

but taking a gas pipeline hostage
was never part of the plan.

Declan, you're just a tiny part
of this operation.

No. I'm a mission-critical part.
Assuming you wanna get out of there alive.

We're already dead.

You'll be too
if we don't kill this player.

He's one of yours, isn't he?

-I've got him under control.
-The fuck you do. Where is he?

-I don't know.
-You must be in contact with him.

Yeah, I am, but I don't know where he is.

Let's start with his name.

Tom.

Look, I did not sign up for this.

None of us did.

So either you help me kill Tom,
or I tell Clements you're the snide.

Tom's girlfriend's on the train.

[groaning]

[grunts]

[electrical crackling]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[phone buzzes]

[pensive music playing]

[muffled whimpering]

[Sophie muffled] No. Tom!

[Sophie muffled] Tom!

"Under train, same as before."

[Sophie muffled] Tom, it's a trap!

[both grunting]

Drop it.

[gun clatters]

-[Tom] Sophie?
-[Sophie] Tom?

Was it something I said?

She'd never leave a casualty behind.

How sweet. You know Sophie so well.

Only reason I'm down here
is because of her.

Sounds like the simplest thing
is to offer yourself up in exchange.

Then we'd have to trust each other.

[Ollie grunts]

-[Tom] Let her go.
-[Sophie shudders]

[Tom] Once she's gone,

so am I.

[tense music playing]

It's not in our nature.

We're more alike than you know.

I don't recall torching any villages.

How many people have you killed?

How many?

-I don't think about it.
-[Grace] Neither do I.

Don't think about it,
don't dream about it.

So he switches on and kills people,

and then he switches off
and takes you to Paris.

-How romantic.
-I'll do it.

[Ollie whimpers]

Well, there's only one way to end this.

[Ollie grunts]

[Sophie breathing heavily]

What are you doing, Tom?

What are you doing?

-[gunshot]
-[Sophie] Tom!

[grunting]

[Tom] Run, Sophie. Run!

[dramatic music playing]

[gas hissing]

[gunshots continue]

[loud thud]

Shit.

[reporter] We're hearing reports
of an explosion

near to where
a Eurostream train was hijacked.

The SAS counter-terror team
is at the scene,

and it's clear the situation
has become extremely dangerous now.

[woman] ABC, CNN also transmitting.

Well, where the fuck is Clements?

[computer chimes]

[computer chimes]

[soldier] Quiet!

-[computer chimes]
-[soldier] Quiet down.

Answer it.

[Declan] This is Sergeant Smith.

I'm the new ground commander.
What was that explosion?

That was your man
trying to rescue his girlfriend.

Try that again,
and I'll torch the entire tunnel.

[clears throat]

Your money is ready for transfer.

BritGaz just confirmed it.

I'll need an outside line to verify
that it's reached the account.

Opening now.

Eurocopter is fueled and standing by.

End the call.

[phone line beeps]

-[Olivia exhales sharply]
-[somber music playing]

[Swan 1] That's it. It's uncoupled?

-[Swan 2] Yeah.
-[Swan 3] Well done.

[Swan] Passengers are consolidated,
and we have the money.

Wire everyone their cut, including Declan.

[Ollie groans]

[Grace] I was aiming for soft tissue.

What about the player?

[Grace] It'll take too long
to put the fire out and confirm him.

We should assume
he's still in the battle space.

Come on.

[indistinct chattering]

Right, Olivia,
set up our control point over there.

Yeah, boss. I'm on it.

I've got three sniper positions,
and my team's looking for one more.

-All right.
-Hey.

I can drop all of them
before they get to the heli.

Just give me the word.

Tom will have his day.

Dec, you all right?

-Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Of course.
-Come on.

[hydraulics hissing]

I like your hoodie.

Take it off.

Now!

[tense music playing]

[muffled screaming]

[Sophie whimpers and cries]

[Grace] Shh!

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[tense music continues]

[Grace] Up you go.

[Sophie breathes heavily]

[on radio] All call signs, this is Alpha.

The train is two minutes out.
Call the heli in.

Papa One-Four, this is Alpha.

All clear. Call in now.

[pilot] Papa One-Four.
Roger that. On approach.

[helicopter whirring]

[tense music playing]

Put the fucking mask on.

Move!

[air hissing]

[panting]

Gas.

[Ollie] Get inside.

[beeping]

[Grace] Setting the
anti-tamper triggers now.

[beeps]

[tense music continues]

[groans]

[Ollie] Wait, wait!

Okay. [grunts]

[both groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[Grace] Come on! Get in!

-[Grace] Get in!
-[Sophie grunts]

Ollie, get the other sled.

[Tom] Sophie!

[Ollie] Go.

I'll take care of him.

[Grace] Dad would be proud.

-[hissing]
-[rumbling]

[Sophie whimpers]

[alarm blaring]

[breathing heavily]

[alarm continues]

[grunts]

[both grunting]

[hissing]

[both grunting]

[gasping for air]

[gasping stops]

[Declan] All call signs,
Alpha has Eurostream.

That's the cockpit unmanned, on autopilot.

Slowing. Slowing.

Slowing.

Stop. That's Eurostream static.

If you have Grace, take the shot.

I thought she had safe passage.

Change of plan.

[Clements] If you can target her,
take the shot.

This is Alpha.

All Sierras stand by.

We're gonna drop the Swans.

Stand by. Stand by.
Possible Swans in coach 19.

Sierra Five. Swans, coach 19. Confirmed.

[Swan] Remember what we agreed?

Do what I say when I say,

and we all get to go home.

[phone beeps]

Now, get your hoods up.

[Declan] All call signs, this is Alpha.

That's the hostages
exiting the Eurostream.

Sierra call signs, we need eyes on Grace.

Eyes on Grace.

[Declan] All call signs, is Grace sighted?

[Declan] Sierra call signs, I repeat.

Does anyone have eyes on Grace?

[soldier on radio] Sierra Five.
Grace unsighted.

Possible Swan, blue on black.

[soldier] Possible Swan, gray on black.

[soldier] Sierra Three.
Possible Swan, red on black.

[soldier] Sierra One.
Female Swan, white on green.

[Olivia] Swans are confirmed, sir.

-What about Grace?
-Unsighted.

All call signs, I have control.

[Declan] Stand by. Stand by.

Stand by.

Go.

-[gunfire]
-[screaming]

[Olivia] All call signs, this is Alpha.

All targets down. All targets down.

[grunting]

[atmospheric music playing]

[hissing]

[grunting and gasping]

[Declan] Red One-Six,
do you have eyes on Grace?

Red One-Six. Grace unsighted.
Still checking. Out.

-[screaming]
-Move them that way! Move them that way!

[both grunt]

[grunting and groaning]

[Sophie] Tom!

-Sophie!
-[grunting]

You know I'll do it.

You have your money and safe passage.
Just let her go.

[grunts]

[Grace] We still have more to do.

[beeping]

[soldier] Alpha. The device is detonated.

All call signs, I repeat,
the device has detonated.

Clear the area now.

[Declan] Red One-Six,
do you have eyes on Grace?

[soldier] Red One-Six. Grace unsighted.

I say again, Grace unsighted.

Looks like Grace did a runner.

Again.

You fucking snide!

[rumbling]

[Declan] Shit!

-[gasps]
-[Sophie whimpers]

[grunts]

[soldier on radio] This is Alpha. Second
explosive detonation inside the tunnel.

Strength, ten.

Contact with UKSF
Control Point terminated.

[wind gusting]

[fire crackling]

[coughs]

[Grace groans]

Killing me won't stop Tom.

Perhaps this will. [grunts]

[Sophie screaming]

[Tom] Sophie.

Don't worry. This will stop the bleeding.

[Sophie grunts] Pull.

Tom… [breathes heavily] …drop her.

What?

Tom…

I understand.

Drop her.

Go.

[chuckles]

[breathes heavily]

[panting]

[pained grunts]

[Declan] Oh, shit.

[grunts]

[Clements] You.

You've got a decision to make.

[both grunt]

Choose wisely… [chuckles]
…and I'll help you sort this out.

[Declan laughs]

Mate,

I've seen the way you sort things out.

You don't give a shit about anyone,
let alone a fucking snide.

I'll give enough of a shit to find you,

fucking kill you. [grunts]

Yeah, well,

when the world finds out
what you've been up to,

they'll be coming after you, not me…

[Clements grunts]

…you cunt.

[groans]

[distant siren blaring]

[reporter] So we're just hearing that
Grace Lewis has claimed responsibility

for hijacking the Eurostream train

and the related explosion
in the Channel Tunnel.

She has uploaded a statement online

using various social media channels.
Let's listen in.

By the time you watch this, I'll be dead,

and I'm here to tell you why.

My father taught me all about these.

This one carries gas
to homes across the UK.

People are always complaining
about the cost of heating rooms,

heating water,
heating pizzas for their fat kids

as they sit on their fat asses
mesmerized by reality TV.

They don't know the real cost.

None of you do.

Until now.

You said clear the village, and we did.

Well, you fucked up. You left witnesses.

They were supposed to spread the fear.

[chuckles] They spread the fear all right.

[Grace] Did it work?

Did any other village ever refuse
to sell you their land after that?

Answer me.

[Clements] No, no, no.
The pipeline went through.

[Grace] Low-intensity ops.

It's a nasty business,
but it's fucking effective.

Your friends wrote the textbook for it.

[Clements] Well, perhaps
you should've read chapter ten.

"Kill kids with mobile phones."

[Grace] Or the prime minister
could just admit that he hired us.

[Clements] Oh, clearly,
he ain't gonna do that.

[Grace] Well, then clearly,
we have to get paid.

[Clements] Payment can be arranged.

BritGaz has got--

[Grace] A pipeline in the Channel Tunnel.
Not many people know about that.

If you don't pay us
and guarantee safe passage,

I will destroy this tunnel
and everyone in it.

[reporter] Grace Lewis has made
some extraordinary allegations

against the British government.

If these are proven,

the implications for the prime minister
and the United Kingdom will be huge.

Good luck with the second term.

[footsteps retreating]

[melancholy music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[tense music playing]

[Tom grunts]

[music intensifies]

[both grunting]

-[both grunt]
-[blade slices]

-[stabbing]
-[Tom screams]

-[blade slicing]
-[both grunting]

[Tom breathing heavily]

[Grace coughs]

[groans]

[both breathing heavily]

[yelps]

[both grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[blade swishing]

[Grace grunts]

[Tom screams]

[groans]

[coughing]

[both grunting]

[chuckles]

Nicely played.

It's not a game.

Yes, it is, and you enjoy it.

Always have.

[Grace groans]

If you were to drop me right now,
would you think twice about it?

No.

I'm the same way.

[Grace chuckles]

[Grace inhales sharply]

[Grace groans]

It's a gift.

A gift we both share.

[groans]

"Gift"? [sighs]

I reckon most people
wouldn't see it that way.

Most people are weak
and filled with doubt.

Maybe.

But they still…

they still deserve…

[Grace laughs]

Love?

I've never loved anyone in my entire life,
and neither have you.

That's not true.

Not anymore.

Tom…

Sophie will eventually leave you…

'cause she will never understand
who you really are.

She understands now.

[Grace scoffs]

You…

are rare

and special.

Let me help you embrace
who you really are.

A true Black Swan.

You're right.

I am.

[chuckles]

-[slicing]
-[grunting]

[gasping and choking]

-[blood bubbling]
-[choking]

[gasping]

[Grace gasping]

[gasps]

[Grace whimpers]

[soft uplifting music playing]

[Sophie] You okay?

[uplifting music continues]

If you ever wanna talk about it, I'm here.

Actually, there…

there's something
I've been meaning to ask you.

[kisses]

[gasps]

Is that why you wanted to go to Paris?

Will you marry me?

[shuddered breathing]

If I thought
I could make you happy, I would.

But, Tom…

you're not meant to be married.

I know that now, and so do you.

-I thought you understood.
-I do.

[sobs]

[inhales sharply]

Sophie…

[sighs]

Oh, my…

Are you…

[sobs] It's news to me as well.

[kisses]

[shuddering breaths]

[Sophie sighs]

[Tom] I love you.

Please marry me.

[pensive music playing]

[reporter 1] A red notice has been issued

for former SAS Commander Declan Smith,

who's wanted in connection
with the bombing of the Channel Tunnel.

At the time of the attack, Smith was
a senior member of the counter-terror unit

tasked with resolving the crisis.

He now stands accused
of aiding and abetting Grace Lewis,

the main perpetrator.

[reporter 2] The red notice means Smith

is the subject of an international manhunt
to track him down.

Security sources suggest
he's the only surviving recipient

of the ransom allegedly paid by BritGaz

in a failed attempt
to prevent the bombing.

The money, reportedly
half a billion dollars, is also missing.

A spokesperson for the victims
has been scathing about Smith,

telling us they believe
he's sitting on a beach somewhere

spending the ransom money.

[reporter 1] However,
opposition groups have called him a hero

for what they say is his battle
against institutional corruption.

They've repeated the claim,
first made by Grace Lewis,

that it was the British government

that ordered a massacre
in the Republic of Georgia

to pave the way for a gas pipeline.

[reporter 2] BritGaz,
one of the UK's largest corporations,

has denied those allegations

and expressed its sympathy
for all the victims.

Its chairman, Sir Charles Whiteside,
had refused to make any further comment

until today when he phoned into our studio

for this exclusive interview.

Sir Charles, what's your response
to the Grace Lewis video,

which implies BritGaz was willing
to pay the perpetrators for their silence.

[Sir Charles] Clearly, the video
was constructed by this Grace Lewis

in a pathetic attempt
to deflect attention from her crimes.

[reporter 2] You'd support
a full investigation

into the attack and these claims?

[Sir Charles] Yes, as it would reveal
the inconvenient truth.

Our own security services were betrayed,

and this led to a tragic loss
of life and property.

[reporter 2] Are you referring
to former SAS Commander Declan Smith?

[Sir Charles] I'm aware that a red notice
has been issued for a man by that name,

and I look forward to seeing justice done.

[reporter 2] Victims of the attack
have speculated that Declan Smith

is sunning himself on a private yacht
or villa somewhere, using your money.

[Sir Charles] We have expressed
our deep condolences to the victims

but must state very clearly,
no ransom was paid.

[reporter 2] Fallout from the bombing
has intensified

as sensational scenes unfolded
in the House of Commons today.

During the prime minister's questions,

Atwood was asked if the bombing
that brought down the Channel Tunnel

would bring down his government.
Let's listen in.

-[crowd clamoring]
-[speaker banging gavel] Order! Order!

I will have order!

[politician] You're a disgrace!

[speaker] The prime minister,
like every member who has the floor,

is entitled to be heard.

-[politician] Let him speak!
-[speaker] The prime minister.

-[politician] Resign!
-[Atwood] Thank you, Mr. Speaker.

And, yes, I must confess.

To complete disappointment
that my Right Honorable friend

has used the PMQs to spread false rumors
and lies about these tragic events.

It's very clear the real traitor…

the real traitor
is former SAS Commander Declan Smith.

-[politician] Will the prime minister--
-[crowd clamoring]

-Will the prime minister--
-[man] Sit down!

-No, I will not give way.
-[woman] Sit down!

[speaker] Order!

[politician] Will the prime minister
take responsibility

for this security failure and resign?

[Atwood chuckles]

My Right Honorable friend, I am.
I am taking responsibility.

I'm taking complete responsibility
for finding Declan Smith

and holding him to account
in a British court of law.

I, Dr. Sophie Hart,

take thee, Thomas William Buckingham III,

to be my lawfully wedded husband,

to have and to hold from this day forward,

for better, for worse,

in war and peace,

knowing that in war…

[inhales sharply]

…your crazy brain is always right.

[Sophie exhales sharply]

And I will never wonder
what you get up to in the loo again.

Trust me, you don't want to know.

[Sophie chuckles]

[Callum] Hmm.

I, Thomas William Buckingham III,

take thee,

Dr. Sophie Hart,

to be my lawfully wedded wife,

to have and to hold from this day forward,

for better, for worse,

in war and peace,

knowing that in peace,
your prognosis will always be right.

Hmm.

Also, I'll never freeze
your dead cat again.

A very wise decision, sir.

By the power vested in me
by the local mayor,

who you generously supported
in his re-election campaign,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

[Tom chuckles]

[phone vibrating]

Oh, fuck.

-Took him long enough.
-[phone vibrating]

Go on, then.

-Yes, boss?
-[Clements] Are you married yet or what?

[Tom] Just.

It'll all end in tears.

-I'll give your love to the missus.
-[Clements laughs]

Hey, I've got a wedding present for you.

You found the money.

Right where you thought it'd be.

And Declan?

That cunt is sitting on it.

[pensive music playing]

All right, stand by.

Wanna take a rain check on the honeymoon?

Yeah.

Drop him.

You sure?

I never liked that little fucker.

Drop him.

[both chuckle]

[Sophie laughs]

-[camera shutter clicks]
-[Sophie laughs]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Sophie sighs]

[Tom] All call signs, this is Alpha.

I have control.

Stand by. Stand by. Go.

[dramatic music playing]

[intriguing music playing]

[tense music playing]

[atmospheric music playing]

[soft music playing]

[music fades]