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(GUNSHOTS)

NOVIN: Grenade!

WYATT: Go, g0, 90!

NOVIN: They're blocking all exits!

(GUNS FIRING)

(GRUNTING)

- Move! - Moving!

Moving!

What did I say about taking the freeway?

Ugh, seriously? You're doing that right now?

Go! Gotta move.

Go. g0, go! Go!

(GUNSHOTS)

Moving!

Who are these guys?

Feel free to ask 'em, mate!

I don't know if this guy's worth dying for, though.

They will not stop until they have me.

Maybe we should give them what they want, then.

MAC: Hold your fire!

This is who you want, right?

You can have him.

Lower your weapons!

I said, lower your weapons!

MAN: Guns down!

Down.

There, you can have him. I'm walking away.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Move, move!

Moving!

(GUNSHOTS)

Hey. Captain!

Captain!

What the hell are you doing?

MAC: Get down, get down!

Stay down!

Reynolds just fucked off with Idris!

Why the hell would she do that?

Fuck knows, mate!

(MAN GROANS)

We're gonna need another exfil.

- NOVIN: Grenade! - Move!

Move!

WYATT: Clear.

Got wheels over here!

MAC: Get in! Let's get after them!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUN COCKING)

(GUN CLICKING)

You're dead.

Nicely done.

No.

No, I let you get the drop on me.

And then you recovered, turned it to your advantage.

Eighteen months ago, you'd have crumbled.

Yeah, well, 18 months ago,

I didn't know a muzzle from a magazine.

Come on, please, let's do it again.

Jane.

You're ready.

Really?

What, they've given us the green light?

Omar Idris.

Get close to him.

Gain his trust.

Get us what we need to take him and his organization down.

You really believe that's possible?

I have never seen anyone with such natural talent,

the ability to adapt, and believe me,

one person can make all the difference.

(PANTING)

Right, and what...

And what happens if it all goes wrong,

and if, when...

If he finds out that I'm not what I say I am?

If anything happens,

I'll be there to get you out.

I promise.

Okay.

Okay.

(LINE RINGING)

REYNOLDS: I have him.

Bring him to the rendezvous point. And the rest of the team?

Well, I left them behind, Colonel, just like you said.

DONOVAN". I know you've got doubts,

but there was an attack on the Crib,

and until I'm sure everyone's clean, you're the only one I can trust.

You should know...

You should know there was an ambush, and I don't think it was Parker's men,

so you might want to get Jensen to look into it.

Natalie,

Jensen didn't make it out.

Fuck.

DONOVAN: Sony.

You understand now why I've asked you to do this?

Stay on mission.

Bring me Idris.

COPY-

(DIAL TONE BEEPING)

Bloody hell!

Reynolds just snatched Idris and took off on us.

I don't think she's gonna answer the phone.

No, I'm trying to get in touch with Jensen.

Tracks our phones. He can get a bead on her.

-(PHONE BEEPS) - Oh, wait.

He sent me an automated link to his files.

Might be able to access tracking through that.

What the fuck?

The last files that Jensen logged,

that Project Tenebrae thing he was looking into,

it's Donovan and Lowry.

OMAIR: Would you like to talk about it?

REYNOLDS: No.

You will deliver me to a person you have lost faith in,

and you turn your back on the people you trust.

(SCOFFS) Sure.

Gonna take life advice from a man who blows up airliners and hotels.

-(COLLISION) -(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Fuck.

Jesus.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(GRUNTS)

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm joking.

Okay.

What the hell were you gonna do with that?

(DOOR OPENS)

How did you find me?

Jensen had a tracker on your phone.

You all right?

I've been better.

Just want to talk, okay?

Are you alone?

- Yeah, I'm alone. - NOVIN: Mostly alone.

Mostly alone.

Hey, Captain.

Hey, put your hands behind your back. Come on.

You know, I'm getting fucking sick of tying you up.

I had orders from Donovan.

Did you know Lowry was a British agent?

What? No.

Donovan trained her. Called Project Tenebrae.

That's bullshit. She would've told us.

- Come on. - Yeah, she should've told us.

OMAIR: You think I don't know what this is, huh?

Your little setup?

You lie to me, try to tricking me?

NOVIN: Look at the photos, mate.

OMAIR: I don't need to look at your photos, "mate."

- I know my wife. - Do you?

Look at them.

Look at them!

This whole time, we've been chasing a rogue fucking agent.

Remember when Jensen asked you for security clearance?

This was the shit he was looking into.

(MEN SHOUTING)

We need to get in touch with him and find out what else he knows.

The Crib was hit.

And?

Donovan said that Jensen didn't make it, Gracie.

Oh, is that right?

What, he's dead? Is that what you're saying?

I'm sorry.

(SCOFFS)

Donovan lied to us about Lowry.

Now you want me to believe this?

It's fucking bullshit.

Shit. Tangos incoming. Shall we, uh, sort this out in a bit?

Is it bad?

MAC: Yeah, it's pretty bad.

WYATT: Go, go!

Move!

Incoming!

(GUNSHOTS)

WYATT: Shit, let's go!

Move! Move!

Friends of yours?

OMAIR: I don't have friends, but you have many enemies.

Fall back!

In here.

- Move it! - WYATT: Move!

NOVINI Fuck!

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

MAN: They're pinned down!

REYNOLDS: Move to the ship.

- Get up there. - MAC: More inbound.

NOVINI Fuck!

NOVIN: Coming through.

Move!

Stay there.

Keep them from grabbing Idris.

(GUNSHOTS)

Shit.

Fuck, I'm out.

Mac, they're coming from the bow.

Moving!

- Changing! - WYATT: Novin!

Fuck.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(GRUNTING)

- MAC: Move! - Move, move!

WYATT: You're good. Go, go!

Go, go, go! Move!

- NOVIN: Got it! - Novin, no!

MAC: Upstairs. Go!

Stay there.

(GUNSHOTS)

REYNOLDS: They're still coming. Keep it moving.

You, with me, now.

NOVIN: I'm going up! Give us cover.

WYATT: I'm heading down the back.

Fuck.

Hey!

Drop your weapon!

(NOVIN SCREAMING)

(GUN CLICKING)

Fuck me.

(PANTING)

I'm moving.

WYATT: Hey, easy, easy.

Hey-

Novin?

Thought she was with you.

So, anybody want to hear

a funny story?

This is nice!

Old friends getting together.

WOMAN: (OVER PHONE) If the details of Tenebrae got out,

it would be uncomfortable, but survivable.

But where it would lead, what we're accountable for...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

It would bring Military Intelligence to its knees.

I won't sacrifice all the good we've done

for one mistake.

Ma'am, the team aren't aware

of what Lance Corporal Jensen discovered.

WOMAN: As far as you know.

I'm not taking the risk.

You're asking me to eliminate my people.

I'm saying that a clean house is a good house

and to do what needs to be done.

Captain Reynolds is bringing me Idris.

We'll use him as bait to draw Lowry out.

I can get this under control.

We lost control a long time ago.

I've given you those Stillwater men for a reason.

You have your orders.

Yes, ma'am.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Looks like you're having a bad day, too.

IVES: We should do this

more often.

You don't write.

You don't call.

REYNOLDS: You just drop in unexpectedly.

You stole something from me.

Un-fucking-believable.

Your death was headline news.

WYATT: What the hell do you want with him?

He belongs to me!

Octagon Private Security is one of my companies.

We've been tracking you assholes by satellite

ever since you broke out of my black site.

Wait, and you didn't know they had him?

Oh.

(EXHALES)

Colonel Parker

never said

a goddamn word.

This is very exciting.

How much

do you think the Americans would pay to keep this whole shit show quiet?

Hmm...

I have something better.

Yeah?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I very much doubt that.

Jane told me she has a drive hidden away for our insurance.

The Atlas.

It's a list of every covert op and agent

sanctioned by British Military Intelligence.

JANE: I just wanted to talk.

You and me.

Might be the last chance we have to understand each other.

No, Jane,

hundreds of people are dead because of you.

What is there that I could possibly need to understand?

You sanctioned a drone strike against Idris,

and when warned that you had an asset in the area,

you said I was "expendable."

Direct quote.

I saw the communiqu�s.

You gave me access to the system.

I revoked that access before we put you in with Idris.

Oh, you taught me how to get round such things.

You were a great teacher, I'll give you that.

Where do you see this conversation ending,

Jane?

We hug? We agree to be friends?

I'll be with Omar again,

and we'll disappear,

and you will leave us alone.

That is not an option.

Do you know what else I found when I was combing through the system?

I found the Atlas.

Even if that's true,

you'd never release it,

because then Idris would know the truth about you.

Or did you tell him you were a British agent?

Or about your life before that?

You used me.

Quite a life it was, as well.

Petty theft, violent assault, addiction...

And I wasn't the first, was I?

Standing on street corners

with your skirt hiked up, turning tricks...

- How many people have you used - How would your beloved husband

-and thrown away? -react to that?

Hiya, what can I get you?

I'm fine, thanks. I'm not staying.

Another coffee?

No, this one was bad enough.

I apologize. She has no manners.

Try the coffee, and then tell me if I'm wrong.

The mission comes first.

The life of one person is nothing compared to

the many that we are fighting to protect.

I'm sorry.

You're not going to shoot me in a public place, Adena.

I'm not here alone.

(CHUCKLES) Ah...

A cleanup crew.

I think we underestimated each other.

(BEEP S)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(consume)

(PANTING)

MAC: Ives, come on, you can't make a deal with him.

He shot down your helicopter, for fuck's sake.

REYNOLDS: Think about what this means if the intel is real.

Every British agent,

every covert op is gonna be blown wide open.

Are you trying to get me hard?

Info like that will fetch eight figures

on the open market, easy.

Rainbow! Big pot of gold!

Hey, remember, we dragged your ass out of Ajir. Remember?

If it helps, think of this as a character-building moment.

For me, of course.

You'll just drown.

Should never have left me

in that fucking desert.

Secure the weights.

Make sure they sink like a stone.

Let's get that deal in motion.

- Relax. -(COUGHS)

Fuck. Did I just die?

- Did I just die? - Well, yeah.

You did stop breathing for a bit.

Oh, wow.

That was wild.

That kind of makes me want to do it again.

(LAUGHING)

REYNOLDS: Possible brain damage due to lack of oxygen.

MAC: Business as usual, eh.

(consume)

-lves? - Gone.

Luckily, Novin was shadowing us.

WYATT: You okay?

Mate, I didn't bring you back from the dead

to ask me stupid questions.

You're okay.

We need to find out what resources Ives has in the area,

where he might have hidden Idris.

Yeah, think I've got that covered for you.

Come on.

REYNOLDS: Of course, she has.

You ready?

Poor fella.

Got knocked over the side of the ship with me.

But I saved your life, didn't I?

NOVIN: You want to know something, matey?

We're having a pretty shit-ful day.

Decent haul of kit, though.

Ammo, binos...

And Wyatt's favorite.

WYATT: C-4. Now you're talking.

NOVIN: We've been lied to, shot at, drowned,

my knickers are wet, and I'm bloody starving.

If you don't tell us where Morgan Ives was headed...

Rummy,!

It's a town on the coast.

MAC: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on.

REYNOLDS: Jesus, that was fast.

Right, you get details.

We'll get vehicles.

Copy that.

(SMIRKING)

This fucking guy.

I'm guessing you don't play poker, right?

(GROANS)

Fuck.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BEEP S)

(OMAIR SPEAKING ARABIC)

Omar. Where are you?

OMAIR: With our good friend Morgan Ives.

Jawedan, listen.

You told me once you stole something from the British.

Intelligence that would one day be our insurance.

You remember?

Yes, yes.

OMAIR: The day is here.

No.

No, you can't do a deal with Morgan Ives.

He's subhuman scum.

This subhuman scum is on the call, sweetheart.

Of course, you are.

OMAIR: Jawedan, listen. I'm sorry.

I did not provide the life I promised.

(IVES EXHALES)

We should be together,

walking through the fields of chamomile.

That's what I promised, and I'm sorry...

Enough of this harlequin shit.

Tell my people where you are and I'll get someone to pick you up.

Jawedan...

So how does it work when you die?

The 72 virgins.

She'd have to be a pretty

understanding wife to put up with that amount

of extracurricular pussy.

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

NOVIN: Sweet.

About Jensen...

Look, Donovan wasn't telling the truth about Lowry being a British agent.

So maybe she wasn't being straight about Jensen's situation, either.

He's got this system where he has to check in every 24 hours,

or I get an alert.

It's bloody annoying. I've told him to quit it, but...

I got one earlier, and...

Right, well, that could be for any number of reasons.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

You want to do me a favor and fire up that Quattro?

Odds on, there's a spare set of keys under the wheel arch.

If not, I'll bust up the locks.

Gracie, look...

(ENGINE STALLING)

Okay.

Oh.

Come on.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Give me an update, Captain.

Still en route. ETA, two hours.

- The team? - Nothing.

Would have thought they'd come after you.

Yeah, me, too.

Maybe we should try to contact them, loop them in.

Right now, the main concern is delivering Idris.

Knowing how capable the team are, I'm sure they're not far behind you.

Copy that.

I know.

I wish there was another way, Natalie, but right now, it's for the best.

Keep me informed.

COPY-

So laughing boy's given us a good idea where Ives and Idris might be headed.

Right, well, we'll scope out Donovan,

find out why she didn't give us the intel on Lowry.

Mac.

What are you doing?

Taking a car.

Oh, right, yeah, no. That's your pimpin' ride.

- Flip you for it. - All right.

Think I've got one.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- We flipped. - You lost.

Whoa. I'm driving.

All right, Big Mac's got the wheel!

That's not a thing.

- WYATT: It could become a thing. - Better not.

Guys...

Be careful out there.

(ENGINE STARTS)

It's a hairdresser's car, anyway.

REYNOLDS: Follow up the lead on Ives and Idris.

Find out where the Atlas is. And stay in touch.

WYATT". Copy that, Captain.

Boss has got some company.

I'm counting two.

Three.

Gotta assume there's more.

(OVER COMS) Weapons on you.

Great.

NOVIN: Don't make any sudden movements.

Captain Reynolds.

Where's Idris?

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

IVES: Don't you feel better,

now you're dressed like a normal person?

Come on, relax.

You give us the Atlas, we let you go free.

MAC: Bedtime, mate.

I actually like you, Omar.

The feeling is not mutual.

You remind me of an ant.

Striving away, unaware of how insignificant

you are.

The West needs people like you

to justify those fat military budgets.

That's why they let you live for so long.

Your jihad was nothing

but a cog in their machine.

You have no idea what I fight for.

(CHUCKLING) Uh-Oh!

Touched a nerve!

Don't worry. A few days, you'll be back

in some dark, dank cave again.

It's a wonderful life you've got.

WYATT: Tell you something.

Morgan Ives would get a gold medal for breaking balls.

If you only had one bullet...

MAC: Idris.

Killed my squad.

Changed everything.

WYATT: Yeah, but then you would never have met me.

- MAC: Another good reason, then. -(WYATT CHUCKLES)

REYNOLDS: Is he the only reason we're doing this?

DONOVAN: That's the mission, yes. You know that.

- Natalie. .. - Are we alone?

Of course.

Just you and me. What is it?

Where's Idris?

Why didn't you tell us that Jane Lowry was a British agent?

(SIGHS)

Is that what this is about?

It was a covert program which has since been disbanded and buried.

We were after her! We had a right to know that.

Natalie, I chose Jane.

I trained her. I put her in with Idris.

And then she asked for resources to perform a small act of terrorism,

to give her legitimacy, and...

And you gave them to her?

It was an unmanned ammunitions dump.

A symbolic strike.

That's all it was.

At least, that's what she told me.

And I'm sitting there,

news reports flooding in, a hotel bombing.

Sixty-three people dead,

including an American ambassador and his family.

And if that ever gets out...

Then British Military Intelligence sanctioned and paid for

an attack on an American official.

There'd be no coming back from that.

Everything we do, everything we work for,

it'd all be wiped out, because of one error of judgment.

I didn't tell you because no one could ever know.

You know, at least Idris believes in something, right?

I can kind of respect that.

But Morgan Ives?

That son of a bitch is just a shit stain in a shiny suit.

Incoming.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

You son of a bitch.

I'm changing my vote.

My bullet's for Lowry.

IVES: So...

What is the location of this British Intelligence,

and how the hell did you get hold of it?

I will answer the second part, Mr. Ives.

My wife used to be a British agent.

(SIGHS)

That's right, Jane, is it not?

REYNOLDS: And this Project Tenebrae...

You'd do anything to keep it quiet,

to stop the Americans finding out.

For the greater good.

And what about if someone like Jensen discovered it?

Oh, Natalie... (SIGHS)

You need to tell me what happened to him.

If you want me to help you,

then you have to tell me what happened.

You said the Crib was hit.

If you're asking the question, then you already know the answer.

(OVER COMS) We do what we have to do.

I've taught you that since the day we first met.

They've got sights on you. I can't do anything.

You've got to give me some breathing space.

Adena, can you do me a favor?

Can you ask your men to step down?

They're just here for insurance, in case Lowry came for Idris.

Yeah, I understand that.

Of course. Of course.

NOVIN: They're on amber alert.

Don't get comfortable.

WYATT: He's gonna kill her.

- MAC: No, he won't. - Yeah?

Not after all they've been through.

I was sent to inform on you.

To lead you to your death.

But I wouldn't do it.

I wouldn't do it.

Everything was a lie.

- Here it comes. - JANE: But I stayed with you.

I stayed by your side through everything.

- Everything. - Sweetheart...

All I give a fuck about is the location of the Atlas.

Omar...

If you'd known the truth about me,

about what I was...

You never could have loved me, never.

You made me.

Here it comes.

You stayed.

I stayed.

Oh, God...

- Huh. - IVES: (OVER COMS) The location-.

- Son of a bitch. - All I want...

Told you.

IVES: ls the location!

All I want is the Atlas.

It's at the center of a mausoleum

on Avet Island.

WYATT; Got it.

Avet Island, inside a mausoleum.

I have a yacht primed and ready in the docks,

but I need some more specific

fucking, goddamn details.

But you don't.

-'Cause I'm gonna show you. - No.

You're gonna tell me.

Mr. Ives...

My wife said she will show you.

You know, fuck it. I'm taking a shot.

Wyatt, we can track them.

I'm not letting her get away this time. This is our shot.

- Wyatt. .. - No!

No, Mac, this is our chance.

I'm not letting Lowry get away again.

I'll take Lowry, you take Idris.

Come on.

MAC: Okay.

Line it up.

Nice and clean.

You have to make a choice, Natalie.

Adena.

If you need to ask...

She's signaling.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Tower, check in.

- Tower... - Shit, we've been made.

MAN: On me, guys.

Move, move, move!

MAN 2: All stations report in.

Wyatt, we need to move.

(GASPS)

- Jawedan! - Brian! Brian!

Take Idris, now!

(OMAIR GRUNTING)

Jawedan!

Fuck.

- Jawedan! -(GUNSHOTS)

Need to move, Wyatt. We're sitting ducks up here.

Jawedan!

Shit.

(GUNSHOT)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

We got to get to the docks after Ives and Idris.

Yeah, gotta try and stay alive first.

- MAC: Wyatt, this way. - Yeah, yeah, go, go, go!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

That was good.

Nicely done.

When I found you, your career was over.

You were nothing.

No.

Me, Jane, the rest...

We were never nothing. See, that's your mistake.

You never see the bigger picture.

All Will ever tried to do was help.

He wouldn't stop.

I tried to warn him, but he wouldn't.

(SIGHS)

You see how it spreads...

Him, then you, then the rest of the Section.

Word gets out,

and then it all comes crashing down.

All you were trying to do was protect yourself.

No, no. No.

To protect everything we're fighting for.

You're not taking me in, are you?

I know the kind of person you are.

This will stay with you.

There's no coming back from this.

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

Novin.

Novin!

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUN CLICKING)

- Fuck. - MAN: Drop your weapon.

All right.

- Easy, easy. - Get on the floor!

- Now! - Going down.

(GRUNTING)

NOVINZ Oh, fuck.

All right, now I'm really done.

MAN: Any last words?

Fuck you.

Good for me. What do you reckon?

Works for me.

(GUNSHOTS)

Here. Like your hair.

If you get the chance for last words,

go for some poetry, a bit of Keats or Tennyson.

Zeppelin? Stones?

MICHAEL: Yeah, anything that'll buy you more time.

- MAN: They're inside here! - We've got company!

I'll remember that next time.

SCOTT: Of course,

I think it's always better to not get grabbed in the first place.

Who the hell are you guys, anyway?

SCOTT: Ah, It's a long story.

NOVIN: Well, save it for next time.

SCOTT: Clear. MICHAEL: Clear.

On me.

That's not how we're doing things.

I wasn't asking, dickhead.

(CHUCKUNG)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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