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Two gunmen have been shot dead after
they opened fire in a shopping center...

As many as 80,000 residents of the city have
fled their homes to escape the shooting...

Government forces
in the southern Philippines

have launched an offensive against rebels

as fighting escalates in this part
of Asia's largest Catholic country.

A national day of mourning
in the Philippines

after 44 police commandos
were killed in the line of duty

when an anti-terror operation went wrong.

Two hundred heavily armed separatists

from the National Liberation Front
attacked the city of Zamboanga.

The officers from the police
special action force were killed

during an operation to capture
one of the most wanted terrorists.

Philippine authorities now say
the toll in yesterday's hotel bombing

has risen to 146 dead and 231 wounded.

It is the most devastating
terrorist attack in Asia in 10 years

and the worst ever in Manila.

While no organization has taken
responsibility for the blast,

Western intelligence sources
have identified chemical traces

that are the hallmark of the infamous
arms dealer, Aamir Barkawi.

International security experts say

the Barkawi family is now instigating
violence in remote capitals

to foster instability and thus fuel

massive arms sales around the globe.

There he is.

- Kamran.
- Raza.

Did Philippine intelligence track you?

Okay.

Father.

Hmm.

You did well.

Thank you.

We need to discuss Major General Rahman.

It's your sister's wedding.

I'm sorry. This can't wait.

I think your ISI officer was compromised.

Kamran, all Pakistani
intelligence officers are compromised.

One of our Afghani friends discovered
a German BND agent in his circle.

And?

That particular general won't be
very useful to us anymore.

He's been eliminated.

Thought you might want to know.

Don't forget his family.

Vengeance must always be

profound and absolute.

So am I. I'm very happy.

Pentagon just received
target confirmation from MI6 ground asset.

You're clear to execute.

Hell of a presidential race, sir.

Every day the same damn joke.

Seriously?

What the hell did they make you out of?

Bourbon and poor choices.

You pick a name yet?

We were thinking Benjamin if it was a boy.

Really?

Hell no!

If it's a girl, maybe.

Voight,

you wanna run over him for me?

Believe me, sir, we've tried.

Baby?

Babe.

Mmm.

What?

Little problem in the nursery.

All right, so six cameras, right?

One, two, three,

four, five, six.

- What, is that too much?
- Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, it's too much. I thought that.

They're baby gifts from the guys.

I'll take them down.

All we need is one baby monitor.

One baby monitor, right, okay.

And a Kevlar mattress.

Come here.

- Unhand me.
- Never.

And guess who just got the next week off?

Oh, don't toy with me, young man,
'cause there will be consequences.

No, no, we're finishing this nursery.

I can't believe it's taken me this long.

- Paint samples.
- What?

Yeah. Oh, I gotta show you
these amazing new paint samples.

Can I get a shower first?

God, yes!

Sir, Speaker of the House is waiting.

And the Senate Majority Leader
would like five of your time.

Oh. Um...

- I'll take him first.
- Hmm.

When is Trumbull getting back?

The Vice President
has three more days of vacation

and insinuated considerable violence
if he heard my voice before then.

Yeah, never get between
that man and a fish.

Sir, I got your son on video chat.

Excellent.

He had his first date last night.

Mr. President, you need to take this, sir.

Sir, Speaker of the House?

You need to take this now, sir.

This is the President.

Okay. Thank you.

Sources confirmed that Prime Minister
James Wilson has died

while sleeping in his residence
at 10 Downing Street.

He is believed to have
suffered a heart attack,

possibly from complications
after a surgical procedure

to repair his knee a day earlier.

An autopsy has been scheduled
within the next 48 hours

to determine the actual cause of death.

It's the White House.

It's okay. My mom can come over.

What we are proposing is that the funeral
takes place this Thursday, the 9th,

4:00 p.m. at St. Paul's.

The confirmed attendees
are all world leaders,

with the lone exception
of the Russian president.

Well, no love lost there.

Our Royal Family will
attend a private service

at St. James's Palace, the morning of,

with 28 other heads of state
from all over the globe.

As per foreign royals,
Prince Albert of Monaco,

Queen Rania of Jordan,
Saudi Prince Muqrin.

Yes, it's a logistical nightmare.

But let's make sure
this runs without a hitch.

Questions?

And what special requests have
the Yank circus demanded so far?

Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders
part of the retinue, possibly?

That's a request I could live with.

I'm partial to the Kardashians myself,
as apparently is Her Majesty.

Nineteen special requests
from 12 different countries.

We've denied all of them.

Any issues of special concern
with our current assessments?

We all know about the 350
or so British nationals

who've traveled back and forth
to Syria in the past year,

as we've seen before
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Of rising concern is the handful
we believe to be former military.

Is any of this actionable?

No.

Very well.

Then we will see off our dear friend
James with dignity.

Give him the ceremony he deserves.

Sir?

- Are you ready for us?
- Oh.

Yeah, come on in.

Take a seat.

What are you guys so damn nervous about?

The Brits are world class.
We all know their reputation.

But still, these are the trips I hate.

Last minute. Out of the country.
No time to plan.

Are you sure I can't talk you out of this?

Lynne, it's a state funeral.

It's our oldest, strongest ally.

I spent half the night on the line
with our advance team.

Metropolitan Police will secure
the perimeter of the funeral

at St. Paul's Cathedral.

Air Force One will land
at Stansted Airport.

On the ground it's all Mike.

Touchdown. Then a 12-minute
chopper ride to Somerset House.

From there we take
an armored-vehicle escort

down Fleet Street to the cathedral.

You don't seem thrilled.

Well, the British have their hands full.

It's a clusterfuck... Sir.

Well, 40 different countries

with 40 different security teams.

Minimal flexibility on approach routes,
funeral seating, egress.

Can we make it work?

Mike?

I always do, sir.

Good.

I know it's not great timing
for you, but...

It's what I do.

Thank you, sir.

There's my man.

Mr. Vice President.
How was your vacation, sir?

Son, do you have any idea
the joy a man feels

pulling a 70-pound king mackerel
out of the waters around Jekyll Island?

No, sir, I don't.

That makes two of us.

And I'll have to wait
until next year to find out.

But thanks for asking.

Oh, yeah, that's in the Sinai.

- It's beautiful.
- There you go.

Oh, gee, that's incredible.
I love these things. They all are...

Don't worry about a thing. We'll be fine.

Doris, can we have a minute?

Sure.

Oh, you meant Leah. Right.

Very funny, Doris.

And she tells me not to worry.

It's only three days.

- Yeah.
- And I'm not due for two weeks.

The walking away ain't quite
so easy this time.

Hey, I got this.

You go and you do what you have to do

and we will be right here
when you get back, okay?

You, say bye-bye to Daddy.

Hmm.

Bye-bye, Daddy.

Bell tolls.

Yeah.

I love you.

You better.

Behave.

- Uh, here you go.
- Thank you.

You've been hiding lately.
You busy nesting?

- Something like that.
- Mmm-hmm.

Your idea of nesting being bullet-proofing
the walls of the nursery?

Now, that is actually a great idea.

Yes.

I'll do it.

Well... That only took two weeks.

Uh-uh. It's no small thing
being a godmother.

I mean, I didn't take your asking lightly.

Oh, I know.

You think you can handle it?

Well, I'm competent, brilliant, stunningly
beautiful and really fucking honored.

Really honored.

Thank you, Lynne.

Big day ahead.

Correction. Mega day.

Morning.

Thank you.

Just your signature here, please.
Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen, ladies.

Today, I need your undivided best.

The most important people
in the world are in our care,

so muck in and get it right.

- Always, Chief.
- Hmm.

Good morning, London.

Southpaw has landed.

Agent Banning. John Lancaster from 5.

- Hey, John.
- Bit early, aren't you?

Nope. We're moving up our schedule.

I see.

The fewer people know the President's
exact movements, the better.

Why wasn't I told?

Nobody was.

That's how you keep it a surprise.

Well, thanks for the help.

With security at unprecedented levels
in anticipation of the funeral,

set to begin just an hour from now,

this isn't just a gathering
of the world's most powerful leaders,

it is the most protected event on Earth.

Rooftops in position.

All units in position.

Marine One, Two and Three
on final approach to Somerset House.

Marine One cleared for landing.

Platoon halt!

Present arms!

Nein, it's okay.

Arms!

Thank you.

Stand at ease!

Yeah, I understand.

Yeah, I promise.

Everything is going to be fine.

Important matters of state?

That was daughter number two.

She didn't pass her driving test.

Guess whose fault it is?

Southpaw has arrived at destination.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Bugs the shit out of me.

Thank you.

- Sir.
- Thank you, Mike.

Thank you very much, Lynne.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Welcome.
- Good to see you.

Benjamin, thank you for coming.

We're grateful you could make it.

I'm sorry.

You know, the funny thing is,
James always hated funerals.

Yeah, don't we all?

Get down!

Mike! Mike!

Move! Let's get inside!

Shit!

All right, back to the car!

Okay, okay, okay.

Grenade! Down!

Go.

Beast is compromised.

Fuck. They're not real cops.

Two at the front!

Gulf One to CAT team. Support on me now.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Stay with me. We'll get you out of here.

Down!

Shit.

God damn it, Mike.

Oh, Jesus. There's been a massive
attack at the cathedral.

- Chelsea Bridge has collapsed.
- So has Westminster Abbey.

Get me SO15 Counter Terror.

Yes, sir.

Where's emergency response?

On their way, sir.

Voight, where the fuck are you?

Almost there.

Move! Go! Go!

You okay, sir? Keep your head down.

Get inside! Get inside!

- Bronson! Bronson!
- Mike!

Mike!

Let's go!

Mike!

Go, go! Let's get to the chopper.

Dean Court, black Land Rover.

I don't believe it.
They overran everything.

Not everything.

Looking for hard extract,
Marine One, for Southpaw.

Fuck. Comms are down.

All right, here we go.

Get down!

- Voight.
- Yo.

Let him get next to us.

Copy that.

Hold him. Hold him.

Now!

Voight, hard brake now!

Drive!

Come on!

Down! Get down!

Voight! Voight!

- Voight!
- Voight!

- Keep pressure on the wound.
- Voight.

Voight. Voight.

He's dead, Lynne.

Oh, God.

Get down, sir.

- Jacobs, take the wheel.
- Got it!

- Get in!
- Got it.

Mike, on your left!

Get him!

Not really where you wanna be right now.

- Fuck you!
- Fuck me?

Fuck you.

We're almost there, sir.

Come on, let's go.

Go, sir, go!

Five world leaders are confirmed dead,

along with hundreds of innocent civilians,
in an attack that has decimated

most of the known landmarks
in the British capital.

Clarkson and Asher are alive.
All the rest are dead.

And I thought it was too much to hope for.

We just changed the world.

Plan B, Sultan.

Fate has smiled on us.

Lights out, London.

The generators will kick in.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

We've asked the residents of London
to stay indoors for their own safekeeping

while the situation remains fluid.

Let there be no doubt

that every relevant police authority
and counter-terrorism unit

is actively at work regaining
control of our streets,

and within hours...

- Call Mike.
- ...we will secure this city

and those responsible will be
swiftly brought to justice.

Jesus, it's not connecting.

- How bad is it?
- It's pretty goddamn bad, sir.

All lines of communication
have been compromised.

- Both civilian and military.
- Shit.

We've tasked satellites and drones
to get eyes on, but so far nothing.

Sentinel Drone is on station.
We have visuals incoming.

They're coming up.

Oh, my God.

Nearest quick reaction force?

Sicily. Two hours out.

Spin them up.

And get a line to Downing Street
and to Box Emergency Command.

Yes, sir.

Satellite is up. Marine One is airborne.

Southpaw is evac'ing.

Yes!

Marine One with Southpaw
on board en route to Stansted.

Prepare Air Force One
for urgent departure. Copy.

Copy. Air Force One
prepped and ready to go.

It was a trap.

That's an understatement.

Holy shit.

It's one thing to plan for this,
another to live it.

All right, well, we're good now.

It'll be okay.

Yeah. We'll be on secure ground
in 10 minutes, okay?

There was no chatter on this. None.

Something of this magnitude,
it took years to plan, and we had days.

It's a fucking blood bath.

How did they do this, Mike?

They only have to get it right once.

Today they got it right
way more than that.

Fuck. Fuck.

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

Marine Three is down.

Oh, no.

Rooftop, three o'clock!

- You see them?
- Yeah.

Marine Two, two shooters at three o'clock.

Copy that.

We're being pinged.

Stingers.

Deploying flares.

Okay, stinger down.

- Stinger at three o'clock.
- Climb, climb.

- Marine One out of flares.
- Marine Two out of flares.

- Marine Two, prepare for sacrifice.
- Copy.

Marine Two is down. Missile lock on.

Mr. President, we're going to take a hit.

Brace for impact.

Oh, no.

Sir. Sir, are you good? You okay?

Sit up. Can you move?

Yeah? Okay, sir.

- You with me?
- Yeah.

Lynne. Lynne!

No.

- My God.
- Oh, my God.

Lynne?

Help me stop the bleeding.

Ben. Ben.

Ben. Get out of the chopper.
Ben, get out of the chopper.

This thing could blow at any second. Go.

Hey. Hey.

I never thought you would outlive me.

Me neither.

Oh, shit.

Do me a favor?

Stay alive.

You gotta see your kid.

Make those fuckers pay.

I will.

Box Command, this is Gulf One.
Do you copy?

Box Command, this is Gulf One.
Do you copy?

Fuck!

Fuck. Looks like we're walking.

Mr. President, those better be
comfortable shoes.

Sir, I think you're gonna
wanna take a look at this.

I'll put it up.

To our friends in the West,

whose idea of war
is a remote dusty location

thousands of miles from the comfort
zone of your shopping malls,

who send your poor
to be blown to bits in our land

or, better yet, murder our families
remotely from the sky.

Your time is over.

We're bringing the war to you.

Make no mistake, this is the day

when your world changes forever.

Jesus.

This is all over social media, too.

Everybody in the world has seen this.

Aamir Barkawi.

Number six on the ten list.

This man is responsible
for more deaths than the plague.

Sells arms to every failed state
in the world.

He has a vast array of connections.

Terrorists, mercenaries, corporations.

Mr. Vice President, it's Barkawi.

Put him through.

I thought you might take my call.

You understand if I made it
difficult to track.

You have me at somewhat of a loss.

I thought you would have learned a lesson
by now about crawling out of your hole.

I never lifted a finger against you.

You armed those who have.

I sold triggers,
Mr. Trumbull, just like you.

What do you want?

Your president.

You can end this right now.

Just hand him over.

That's not going to happen.

Then every death from this moment
forward will be on your head.

Barkawi sells arms
through dummy companies,

some of them probably in London.

Find a connection to him.

He's probably been
planning this for years.

Everybody makes a mistake.

We have to find it before
he finds the President.

Let's get to it.

- Mike, he's a policeman.
- Yeah?

Not exactly standard police issue.

Really?

Oh, my God.

I've never seen a man suffocate before.

I didn't have a knife.

He's got more ammunition
than the entire US army.

How could they pull
something like this off?

There's gotta be somebody on the inside.

Yeah, looks like it.

These ain't your typical
spray-and-pray hillbillies.

These guys are pros.

We should go for the embassy.

No, they'll be expecting that.

There's an MI6 safe house near here.
I have a contact there.

We go there, we wait it out
and we get an extraction.

- Do you trust them?
- Yeah.

The fact is, every single one
of these guys is a terrorist asshole

until proven otherwise.

The only person you trust
right now is me, okay?

Come on, let's go.

We gotta get underground.

These guys are everywhere.

Let's go.

Stay here. I'll be back.

Okay.

Raza.

Raza.

Here.

Or we can do this
the really fucking hard way.

Raza.

Answer me, brother.

Okay.

Raza's not feeling too well at the moment.

He's a little bit fucked up.

Yo, what's this dickhead's name?

This is Kamran. Who is this?

Hey, Kamran. My name's Mike Banning.

You are the one with the President.

Bingo.

So why don't you boys pack up your shit
and head back to Fuckheadistan

or wherever it is you're from?

You should have let us kill him quickly,

because now we're going to kill him slowly

and stream it live
for the whole world to see.

Can you hear me, Mr. President?

Tell him.

Yeah, he can hear you.

Here's something I want you to hear first.

That's the sound of your brother dying.

Yeah, not much of a talker, that one,

but I'll bet you one of your men will.

I'll see you soon, Kamran.

Was that really necessary?

No.

The Brits are compromised.

Police for sure. Who do you trust?

We can also assume
all communications are compromised.

Anything that isn't secured
could get into the wrong hands, sir.

And Banning would know that, too.

So how could he even reach out for help?

There. Freeze that.

Sir, is, is Banning left-handed?

No, he's right-handed.

Okay, well, the President doesn't move
without a drone or a satellite over his head.

Banning knows that.

It's his left hand. Southpaw, six.

Shorthand for MI6.

Look for any MI6 location in that area.

Yes, sir.

All right, Banning.

You okay?

Hell, yeah.

Made out of bourbon and bad choices, huh?

Huh.

Sit down. Take deep breaths.

How many you think died?

I don't know. A lot.

All those innocent people.

Dead, because of me.

No, not because of you. Because of them.

They're trying to kill you, sir.

And they've killed all these people just to
make everyone else a little more afraid.

Well, fuck that and fuck them.

Mike, you don't let them take me.

- I'm not going to.
- Let me finish.

If it comes to it,
if it's going to happen...

- Sir...
- Mike.

If it comes to it, I want you to kill me.

That's an order.

I will not be executed for propaganda

as my son and the American people
see me on fucking YouTube

for the rest of their lives.

Okay.

Vice President Trumbull,
it's an honor, sir.

Chief Inspector.

I'm afraid our news isn't promising.

Our dearly departed Prime Minister
James Wilson was assassinated.

Poison in his anesthesia and his doctor's
body found dumped about an hour ago.

State funeral.
Must-attend event for Western leaders.

Each one a target. Goddamn.

And we walked right into it.

And all dead, bar your man and ours.

What's happening on the ground?

The terrorists have
killed 19 first responders

with another 30 unaccounted for.

They're impersonating us.

Our people are walking
right into ambushes.

Say the word, we go in.

But make no mistake, we risk turning
London into another Fallujah.

That's the last thing we need, the President
in the middle of an urban battle.

Or the citizens of London.

You're just as likely to take out
half the Metropolitan Police Force

unless you can tell me
how you can tell the difference

between the good guys and the bad guys.

We're gonna have to stand down
our emergency services.

Surrender London?

He's right.

Take out all legitimate personnel.

Anyone that remains is a terrorist.

Look, the sooner we end this,

the more chance there is of stopping
London becoming a complete war zone.

Well, how do we
get the word out to our people?

Air-raid system.

We sound that, people know
to stay secure in their place.

Then we let the military sweep in,

go door to door if necessary
and clear these bastards out.

Good evening.

Is Auntie in?

Put that away.

Are you who I think you are?

Unfortunately.

Thanks.

What a pleasure this is, two handsome men
visiting me on such a lovely evening.

Long time, Jax.

Yeah, not long enough.

Mr. President.

Sir, Jacquelin.

MI6's finest. Don't fuck with her.

- Hello.
- Hmm.

The phones are down.

That said, it did allow us
to pick up this.

Mr. President, Banning.

I hope this finds you well.

Mike, we got your message

and I'm sure you don't know
who you can trust,

and all prior authentications
may be compromised,

so I offer you this...

Do you have any idea
the joy a man experiences

pulling a 70-pound king mackerel...

Out of the waters around Jekyll Island?

It's him.

A Delta team has been
clandestinely inserted.

By now they should be
en route to your position.

They'll take you to the US embassy

where an armored convoy stand by

to get you out of SAM range
and onto a military jet.

Thank God. Let's get us out of here.

All right, so who's behind all this?

Aamir Barkawi.

Barkawi provides armaments.
He's a fucking criminal.

Shielded by governments.

Mike, there was a drone strike
to get him two years ago,

authorized by the G8, so we took a shot.

He survived.
We didn't know his family was there.

His daughter was killed.

Well, he certainly got
his revenge. Civilians?

Well, they're not being
targeted specifically, but...

- Collateral damage?
- Yeah, quite a lot, I'm afraid.

It's government targeted.

No official support from any country.
It's Barkawi's show.

But he didn't have any problems
finding recruits, did he?

It's the United Nations
of every-fucking-body that hates us.

Who's on the inside?
There's gotta be somebody.

Yeah, you're right.

They've infiltrated our CCTV system.

And that can't be done
outside the network.

Yeah, but who?

I don't know.

Mike, if you hadn't
moved our schedule up...

Here you go, sir.

- Get this down you.
- Thanks.

I don't know about you,
but I'm thirsty as fuck.

Yeah.

Mmm.

How you doing?

I was just thinking about my son.

He sends me these jokes every day.

It's kind of our...
I don't know, our thing, or...

A little off color.
His mother wouldn't approve, but...

I tell you something, Mike,

these little messages
I get from him every day,

they mean everything. You'll see.

Most important thing,

never criticize, always encourage.

You just want them to be passionate.

That's what I always tell my son.

Find something you care about
and care deeply.

That and the golden rule.

Treat others as you'd like to be treated.

That's it?

Yeah, basically.

What about all the other stuff?

You know, sleeping,
eating, electrical outlets...

diapers, stairs and...

That stuff takes care of itself.

Really?

No.

You'll figure it out.

I think your dates have arrived.

When did Trumbull leave that message?

6:13.

Thirty-two minutes.
No way they got here that fast.

- Is there a zoom-in?
- Yeah.

They're not sweating.

- What?
- That gear weighs 40 pounds.

They just stalked all the way from outside
the wire and not a drop of sweat?

It's gotta be them.

Now they're going round the back.

This doesn't look like a rescue formation.

Please don't tell me
that's not our Delta team.

They've intercepted Trumbull's message.

Jax, where's the armory?

Go.

Are you not coming?

They'll have this place surrounded.

They catch us in the open, we're done.

But they're not looking for you.

Go. Find the mole.

Right. The wheels
are in the garage downstairs.

All right, point this end
towards the bad guy.

This is not good, Mike.

Stay in here. Stay down.

And if anybody but me opens
that door, you empty that into them.

What if you don't come back?

You're fucked.

- Mike.
- Don't jinx me.

That was inspiring.

I was wondering when you were
gonna come out of the closet.

That's not funny.

We're almost out of this, sir.

I have another mile in me, Mike.

Okay, let's go.

God bless MI6.

I'll drive, you shoot.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- We have a mole.
- I know.

Well, any ideas?

Someone high up with access to everything,
routes, security protocols,

emergency services.

Jacquelin, what brings you here?

Do we have the embassy covered?

Affirmative, brother.

Double the men. I want every
single man on that perimeter.

Shit. The car's bullet-proof,
not politician-proof.

Hey, I'm the President
of the United States.

I haven't driven a car in six years.
What do you want?

Fuck. Take a left.

Where we going, Mike?

Embassy.

Embassy? You said they're expecting that.

They are, but we are shit out of options.

Take a right.

Mr. Vice President, you wanted us
to find Barkawi's mistake.

Take a look at this.

Of the 119 know Barkawi front
companies he's used in the past...

Twenty-eight have been located
in the UK, 11 in London proper.

Well, that's not news.

But it's a baseline.

Now, every entity
he's ever used in the past

followed a very rough
communication pattern except...

No known communication in or out ever.

Well, that's under construction.

No one lives or works there.

That's why this is
particularly interesting.

I had my NSA analyst take
a peek at the power usage.

Through the roof for the last three weeks.

Pretty odd, considering
nobody lives or works there.

Central London.

Right under our bloody noses.

Tell SAS that we're gonna
make a house call.

Right.

It doesn't feel right. Slow.

Left.

Okay, stop.

This don't look good, Mike.

There's no way to dress this up, sir.
It isn't good.

Could be worse.

We could be walking.

Attaboy.

Don't stop for anyone.

Fuck!

- Are we clear?
- Yeah.

- We fucking made it.
- We did it. We did it.

Mike!

Mike!

Where is he?

Where is he? Where the fuck is he?

Where is he?

- Where'd they take him?
- Work site.

Broadwick and Lexington.

Stop. He's done.

Leave him. Come on. Back off.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

You've gotta be Banning.

Will Davies, Captain 22, SAS.

Trumbull sent us. Code, Jekyll Island.

President Asher has just been taken

and these assholes intend
to publicly execute him.

We know. At 8:00 p.m.,
it's all over the Internet.

We'll take care of it. Move up.

Hey, hey, wait.

Look, we can't let you come with us, mate.

How many times have you saved
this man's ass?

Now, I'm gonna go get him

and you can either kill me
or you can come with me,

but it ain't gonna go any other way.

After you.

CCTV's back up.

What did you do?

Disabled the authorization code
that shut down the CCTV systems.

They've been watching us using
our own surveillance systems.

Wait. What authorization code?

You should be thankful.

How many men get to experience their death

witnessed by billions live?

You are going to go down in history.

I'm not the only one
who's gonna die today, Kamran.

Box Command.

Banning.

Mike Banning? Chief Inspector
Hazard, Scotland Yard.

Hold your position.

Our military will be on your
location in 20 minutes.

No, sir. The President's
gonna be dead in 10.

You don't understand.

We have NSA imagery of where you're going.

It's their base of operations.

There are nearly
a hundred terrorists in there.

Yeah?

Well, they should have brought more men.

All right. Things are gonna get sporty.

Just watch your balls.

Will do.

RPG!

Two o'clock clear! Move up!

Okay, fuck that.

They're dug in like ticks on a dog's arse.

We can't storm that building
with a force this small.

Yeah. They'd kill the President
the second we tried.

Yeah.

All right, call Box Command.

Make sure the utilities here
are isolated and switched on.

You sound like a man with a plan.

- See the generator?
- Yeah.

Let's poke out their eyes.

Yeah. Generator, 12 o'clock.

- Fuck.
- What happened?

Power supply was just cut.

Get the emergency generators up. Come on!

Mike.

This is what we've got.

This is a three-story building.
The entrance point is here.

There are two stairwells,
one here and one here.

We believe the President's being held
in this room on the second floor.

Hold your position.

I need you to hit this building
with everything you got.

- You got it.
- Keep them busy. I'll sneak in solo.

Take that.

Do not touch that button until I tell you.

Are you fucking crazy?

Yeah. Wish me luck.

Don't shoot me.

They are almost here.
Why don't you just kill him now?

No. The whole world has to see this.

You hear that, Kamran?
That's the sound of inevitability.

I'm going to kill you live,

but that doesn't mean
you can't suffer privately first.

Look at me!

I held my sister as she died in my arms.

We're all monsters, Mr. President.

I won't justify your insanity to
make you feel better about yourself.

Shoot him!

Almost.

Power is back. We're waiting
for the Internet connection.

Come on, come on.

Technology.

Only as good as the dumb shits
who are using it.

How long?

Seconds.

We're live now.

Okay.

Say hello to the world, Mr. President.

Any last words, Mr. President?

I do solemnly swear
that I will faithfully execute

the office of the President
of the United States...

Son of a bitch.

United States...

and will to the best of my ability
preserve, protect

and defend...

Oh, my God.

I'm not watching this.

You know what you guys don't get?

We're not a fucking building.
We're not a fucking flag.

We're not just one man.

Assholes like you have been trying
to kill us for a long fucking time.

But you know what?

A thousand years from now...

We'll still fucking be here.

Mike, grenade!

What took you so long?

Sorry. I had a couple of errands to run.

Shit. Does this fucker ever die?

All right, we've gotta go.

- You good?
- Let's get the hell out of here.

Go, go!

- Go!
- Go, go, go!

Come on!

Ahhh!

Mike, come on!

Go, go, go!

Damn it, I'm out.

I'm out, too.

Come in!

- Davies.
- We're trapped!

I repeat, we are trapped.

Blow it.

Are you insane? I can't blow it yet.
You're not out.

We're not gonna get out unless you do!

Just trust me!

Now, God damn it!

Go, go, go!

Banning? Banning, do you copy?

Has anyone found any sign of them?

Nothing. Over.

Negative.

Okay, well, stay sharp. Keep looking.

Box Command. No sign of the President yet.

Box Command, we've found them.

The President's alive.

Yeah!

Yes!

Did I ever tell you?

I fucking hate funerals.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Sir, I got you.

Mr. President.

Banning.

That all they got?

Kind of looks like it.

Lieutenant,

this could be the missing link to Barkawi.

I'll get it to Box Command right away.

Next time I tell you
to blow it, just blow it.

Good job, Lieutenant.

You, too, Banning.

Safe journey home.

If that's possible for you.

Next time you wanna leave town
after betraying your country,

how's about you steal a car
to take you to your getaway vehicle?

Preferably one without a GPS, 'cause
that just takes all the fun out of it.

You forgot to delete your access logs.

Your authorization code's
there, bright as day.

The security cameras show you logging on.

Just get on the floor.

Do I have to tell you this is the most
dangerous time since the Great War?

They're cutting budgets while
the barbarians are at the gate.

The system's failing us, Jax. It's broken.

You know it as well as I do.
Things have to change.

So you thought
you'd teach us all a lesson?

That and 20 million euros.

Come with me, Jax.

Get on the fucking floor.

John.

John, get on the floor.

Get on the floor, John.

Get on the fucking floor!

Kamran?

Mr. Barkawi.

I thought you'd take my call.

You think this war,
this war that you started,

you think it's over?

I'll dedicate my life to your death.
This war will not end.

Maybe you should look out your window.

Clear to proceed.

Ground asset confirms target
clear of civilian presence.

Two weeks after the devastating
attacks on the British capital,

a new government has been installed
and the city has begun to rebuild.

In the words of Prime Minister Clarkson,
"London may have fallen,

"but it has always endured
and will rise again."

So Daddy's gonna be taking
some more time off.

Isn't that cool?

Yeah, maybe it's the new me.

Or maybe the President insisted.

Hmm. Yeah.

He says he reckons I've earned a few
days off, thanks to you, little one.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's okay, baby. It's okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

I wonder what you're gonna be
passionate about, Lynne.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Our hearts go out to the people of London

and to our friends around the world.

Far too many people died
for no good reason.

There are those who will say that
this would never have happened

if we would just mind our own business.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

Frankly, we live in a dangerous world
and we have few good options.

But the worst option is to do nothing.

And finally,

we owe it to our children
and to their children

to engage in the world.

God bless you all

and God bless the United States
of America.

That was Vice President Trumbull
live from the White House.