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This was murder.

And I want the Taliban bastards that killed him.

I'm going to go out and do the postmortem.

It's bloody Afghanistan.

I'm Sean Nugent.

You're the guys that come to take the soldier home?

JACK: What's going on?

Might be a bomb.

That's how close you are to being dead.

Jesus, Nikki.

What are we doing here?

That's Dan Lambert's fingerprint.

They made him dig his own grave.

He was executed.

What's your name?

Karim.

You're English.

What are you doing here?

The big guy put his arm around Amin's neck

and he killed himself.

How would he do that?

His hands were bound.

We don't know anything about Nugent.

I don't trust them.

I need to understand it.

I need to talk to somebody.

Fawzia--

Oi!

Leo!

I've got some Naproxen for the swelling.

He needs it.

Is he going to be OK?

What's he doing here?

Come to finish the job?

JACK: Nikki, stop.

Whoever attacked him did it outside the gate.

It wasn't us.

Why would we?

JACK: I should go.

NIKKI: It looks nastier than it is.

He may have a couple of cracked ribs,

but that's the worst of it.

He told you, didn't he?

About the prisoner?

They've killed once.

And they could have killed Leo.

We need to put a stop to this.

I'm sorry.

I know you came to see Leo.

I didn't mean to ambush you.

It's just we need to confront this.

We?

Well, you're in charge here.

You employ Nugent and his men.

I might be in charge here, but without them that

doesn't mean much.

There is nothing here without security.

A man was murdered here yesterday.

And you want it known.

And when it is known, what will be understood?

That a bunch of former soldiers from occupying forces

conspired to kill a young Afghan in cold blood?

The project becomes the enemy of the people.

Another colonial attempt to win them over with bribes.

We are a week away from a clean water

supply for the whole town.

2,000 people.

And when they see that it works, this old valley

will want to connect to it.

You can't build a society without justice.

You're right.

We do need justice here.

But we need water more.

I've got my blowflies and my beetles.

I've even got some millipedes and isopods.

You've nearly enough for a travelling flea circus.

No, no, no.

No fleas.

You pathologists, you think you understand this stuff.

Colonisation of the human body after death

is like the Colonisation of a country.

Within minutes of sensing the vulnerability of the body

politic, the advance troops come by air,

dropping their payload of eggs at the weakest points.

From there, they venture deeper inland,

setting up bridgeheads and settlements

at the most favourable locations, where

food is most plentiful and accessible, until it is picked

dry of natural resources.

That metaphor is so tortured I might have

to call in Human Rights Watch.

Not human rights.

It's the insects from Dan's grave,

and they're not all here.

There's no empty eggs or puparia.

No evidence of ants or other insects

that feed on the eggs and young larvae

during the fresh and early bloat stage of decomposition.

So what?

You're saying that he was killed somewhere else before he

was buried?

Possibly.

Kept there for quite some time.

What about his bloody fingerprints?

I don't know.

The insect Colonisation works differently

in these arid conditions.

It was May when he died.

It's pretty hot, pretty dry.

And at this altitude?

Maybe I've got this wrong.

Maybe there's some sort of mummification that occurs.

So I've told you my problem.

You tell me yours.

Apart from the fact you beat up our boss last night.

Too soon?

Wasn't there mention of an injury

that Dan Lambert suffered as a teenager?

And the sort of fracture that's described here

would normally be treated with surgical pins.

But there's no mention of any pins in his records.

Of course not.

What do you mean?

He'd never be taken into the infantry with a pinned ankle.

So he covered it up?

I'm not seeing anything.

It's not complete, but if I could even

find a fragment of a pin, it might

have a serial number on it.

Mm-mm.

X-ray machine's broken from the attack.

Hang on.

What's that, a military-grade magnet?

Way better than that.

They use this to find bombs with even the tiniest metal content.

Give it to me.

Nothing there.

Maybe it's the other ankle.

But the bullet went through.

It's a conical exit wound.

Two bullets.

One goes through.

And one gets lodged.

Looks like a 556.

Standard NATO issue.

NATO?

Dan Lambert was shot with a bullet from a British SA80.

--he's on his own!

He's a civilian--

JACK: I was just coming to talk to you.

Feeling any better?

LEO: What are they shouting about?

JACK: Did you see who did it?

It was dark.

Had my face in somebody's boot.

What are you doing out of bed?

I'm fine.

Dr. Joya came to mop your brow.

You weren't at your most sparkling.

We've all been so worried about you.

Well, nearly all of us.

LEO: So we think it was them, do we?

What did you want to talk to me about?

A British bullet?

The Taliban have been known to use captured British weapons.

The British Army have also been

known to use British weapons.

You're not say there's a strong possibility that Daniel

Lambert was killed elsewhere and his body

was transferred to the grave?

Possibly up to a couple of weeks after he died.

He was killed by his own men, possibly by accident.

They didn't know what to do.

Eventually, they buried his body up at the water plant

and hoped that nobody would find it.

500 metres from a Taliban compound?

Yeah, that was the plan.

Blame it on the Taliban, write his serial number up

on the wall.

The army incident report says that Dan Lambert attacked

a Taliban machine gun single-handed.

The last sighting of him has him within 5 metres

of the Taliban position.

They found his blood at the scene.

They just left him there?

They were pinned down.

By the time reinforcements arrived, he was gone.

No, there's something not right here.

We need to speak to somebody who was actually there.

Might be worth you going to orchard, Jack.

I thought they'd no water here.

There's everything here if you know who to pay off.

Sorry to bother you at home, but I got a message

from my colleagues in Saleh.

What's the news?

I've been waiting to hear something.

I'm sorry.

I have very little information.

It's just that your signature is on the report

about the incident that led to Daniel's capture.

Yeah.

I was the senior NCO.

Professor Dalton knows all that.

They found a bullet.

They believe it's the one that killed your brother.

The bullet is a high-velocity round--

5.56 millimetres and--

What?

You understand why I'm here now.

You think this was blown blue?

Friendly fire?

There's nothing in the report to suggest that.

But there's nothing really in this report.

I was on a separate patrol in the town.

A squad from C Company was on a routine search-and-clear

in the orange groves to the east of Qal'ah-ye Ser.

Dan was with them.

So Dan's squad were approaching

from around the abutment here and moved

into the orange grove.

I just need to understand this.

Why?

This is where it all started.

SCOTT: I heard on the radio that they

had contact with the enemy.

I got straight on to the NCO.

It sounded like they'd stumbled on a Taliban

active-service unit.

There were saying 20, 30 insurgents.

Our boys were only squad strength and mainly rookies.

I told the NCO to pull back.

He said he hadn't heard.

He took them on.

He wanted to be the hero, you know.

He was that type--

guts and glory, coming home with a gong on his chest

or his bits in a body bag.

JACK: So they first saw the enemy--

Uh, here.

This NCO, can I talk to him?

Sure, if you can find him.

He went into private security.

He was in Iraq last I heard.

That's him.

Sean Nugent.

Looks like the insurgents were using the grove

to bury weapons.

Why are all these names redacted?

Standard procedure for civilian publication

at the time.

If Dan was killed here, possibly

by accidental crossfire--

Taliban use all sorts of NATO weapons--

anything they can get their hands on.

His body could've remained hidden until they moved

it a couple of weeks later.

So this guy, Nugent, it was his fault

your perfect got captured?

That's the way it seemed to me.

If that's the case, I might be able to find

the initial stages in the chain of insect infestation

from the corpse.

It's over here, I think.

Do you think he could have had something

to do with covering up Daniel's death?

SCOTT: Nugent was hard on everyone,

but he had a thing for Dan.

I thought he was just showing the others

there was no favouritism.

My little brother and all, but now, I--

CLARISSA: What are you saying?

Dan never complained, but Nugent never let up.

I'm saying, what if it wasn't an accident?

Come on.

I think I found the hole.

CLARISSA: You blame Sean Nugent for your brother's capture.

He deliberately ignored my order.

Why didn't you do something about it?

Why isn't it in the report?

You really think I didn't do anything about it?

It didn't reflect well on the unit.

We sorted it out our way.

Nugent was returned to base.

He did six months behind a desk then took retirement.

You all right?

Too much sun?

SEAN: I didn't kill that Taliban, you know.

Hadn't occurred to me that you did.

Can you be so sure about the rest of your security detail?

About Darek?

They're my men.

My responsibility.

If they did it, then it might as well have been me.

You don't sound so sure about them.

I think they were responsible for the attack on Leo.

What?

Why?

You know why.

They accused him of murder.

They've killed Taliban before.

Do you honestly think that that's the same thing?

Killing in battle has honour.

The result's the same.

I'm sorry, Sean.

It was a stupid thing to say.

I am losing.

What?

What are you losing?

They need someone to follow, and I'm losing control.

There's a message from the office in Kabul.

This isn't for me.

I heard what they did to your friend.

They just did what you wanted to do, didn't they?

You think it's personal.

It isn't.

What happened?

How did you become like this?

I used to be a bad man.

Sorry.

I was stupid to think that you and I could

have a proper conversation.

My family don't understand, either.

Listen.

I think you're probably a good person.

You want the same things I want.

I very much doubt that.

No, you do.

Most of you do.

You want a society based on respect.

You want peace.

You want meaning.

But you have no idea how to achieve it.

I believe in fundamental truth, and so do you.

He shouldn't be on his own.

He should be washed.

I washed him.

He should be washed by men.

Prayers said.

"Oh God, he is Thy servant, the son of Thy servant and Thy

handmaid.

You have led him to Islam.

You have taken his spirit and know him

in secret and in the open."

He should be buried by now.

Buried in the earth.

Do British soldiers shoot British soldiers?

Sometimes.

It's possible.

The heat of battle, confusion, crossfire,

the accidental stuff-- it happens.

It must.

And then there's the non-accidental.

Suicides.

More American soldiers committed suicide in Afghanistan

last year than were killed by insurgents.

Did you know that?

And grudges-- there's bound to be a few of those.

The pressure's high.

It leads to stress.

In the civilian world, you might shout at a colleague.

You might even give someone a slap.

But if you've got a loaded weapon--

Daniel Lambert didn't shoot himself

in the back of the head, did he?

British soldiers don't shoot British soldiers.

That's not what happens.

Insurgents kill soldiers.

Bombs kill soldiers.

And Afghan prisoners?

Who kills them?

"Partial suspension."

That's what he wrote in his postmortem.

And the broken larynx?

"Indicative, but not conclusive."

Things are how they look.

The Taliban killed Dan Lambert.

And the prisoner hanged himself.

It could have been an accident.

You were trying to intimidate him--

No, no--

--and it went too far.

No!

No, that is not how it happened.

That is not what happens.

Write it down.

"The prisoner hanged himself.

Dan Lambert was killed by the Taliban."

Write it now.

But that's just stupid.

SEAN: No, will you--

It's a lie.

Do it!

Will you do it now?

There has been another murder?

Yes.

It's a sinister case.

We have reason to believe this fowl has links to al-Qaeda

in the Arabian Peninsula.

I need to find out whether Dan Lambert was killed

here or moved here later.

I'm trying to understand how decomposition is accelerated

in these conditions.

FAWZIA: Does it matter?

It could tell us everything we need to know.

How he died, who killed him, and where.

Dan Lambert might have been killed by a British bullet.

Wow.

You people like making enemies.

Hang on.

I said it might have been.

Just trying to find out if it's true.

I'm sorry to be blunt here, but who gives a shit?

Well, stand back a minute.

You're filming a dead chicken in a ditch

to see what insects come to feed on his corpse

while engineers and labourers stand around doing nothing

and several thousand locals are denied clean water?

Yeah, I get it.

I want to believe in your attempt

to bring a bit of British justice to this place.

But it's laughable.

And it's dangerous, truly dangerous, for everyone.

The people who attacked Professor Dalton--

that was a warning.

The sort of warning you take seriously.

If you care about him, get him out of here

before it's too late.

Nikki?

Are you OK?

What's happened?

I couldn't do what Nugent wanted me to.

It's all here.

Karim's statement about the murder of Amin Naib.

I don't think I've missed anything out.

Have you heard from Jack?

He's working on clarifying place of death.

Read it, Leo.

Because that's what we came here to do, isn't it?

To formally identify Dan Lambert and to offer up

evidence that might lead to the conviction of his killers.

So this is how it happens.

I always wondered.

How what happens?

It's different here.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

Do you believe in the death penalty?

We serve justice.

And is justice served if Sean and Darek are executed?

"State-sanctioned murder."

Is that what you call it?

Do you really believe they get a fair trial?

What, so you cover it up because you don't

trust the elected authorities?

We cannot--

No wonder they hate us.

We cannot get involved in this.

We're in it up to our necks.

If we cover it up--

Leo, how many times have we seen this?

People covering up crimes because they believe

it's for the greatest good.

Look around you.

There is no justice here.

We're not 5,000 miles from London.

We're 500 years away.

So why come here?

Because, like you, I had some idiotic notion

that there was no difference, that justice was an absolute.

It is if you make it so.

It isn't.

We don't live in the real world.

This is the real world.

I'm beginning to wonder whether anything

we do in our little English mortuary means anything at all.

Don't you understand?

I agree with you.

If justice isn't universal, then it's irrelevant.

And so are we.

And I know that should make me angry and make me want it more,

but--

I-- I'm tired.

And I've met someone here, and that somehow means more to me

and is more real to me than all of this.

And it's about real things.

Water and life.

Let the dead lie.

No.

I told her what happened here.

Why do you need to hear it again?

What is it?

Your accent.

You.

It's ludicrous.

What are you doing here?

England-- the West--

was so bad, was it?

This is better?

This-- this means something?

It will.

When you leave and we return to the Way.

What way is that?

I don't want to talk to this guy.

Look, I believe you.

I believe everything you have told my colleague.

I believe that your friend was murdered.

But you're not going to do anything about it.

Go on.

Tell me what you want me to do.

OK, then let me make some assumptions.

You want some sort of justice.

Punishment, at least, for the death of your friend.

Well, leaving aside for one moment

that you came here to kill anyone that you could find,

if I report this death as murder, the suspects-- the men

that you name-- will be taken into the custody

of the Afghan police, as will you.

I'm not afraid.

Well, you might be right.

They might simply release you for a fee or a-- a favour.

Or they might kill you.

Like I said--

Yeah, right, right.

You're not afraid.

If you're dead, there's nothing to be afraid of, is there?

But if they release you, what then?

I'll rejoin my brothers.

LEO: And come back and kill again.

How has justice been served?

You are using our belief in fairness as a weakness,

and you are taking her for a fool.

This isn't about me.

Why don't we talk normally?

I mean, you're not afraid, are you?

Stop it, Leo.

LEO: You say that you're proud of who you've become--

your journey, your decisions.

You don't seem afraid to die.

A martyr's death isn't death.

No.

No, sorry, I don't buy it.

You've learned it.

You learned it well, but it's not yours yet.

And it never will be, but you'll kill yourself

trying to prove that it is.

Leo.

Life's cheap here.

That true?

Mothers still love their kids here,

just like your poor mother must still love you.

My mother, blah, blah, blah.

You have to grow up like this, believing

that life is cheap here, to think that it

doesn't matter who you kill.

Only life isn't cheap.

It's just hopeless.

Mothers raise their children here without any expectation.

They don't have that luxury of believing

that their children will lead safe and healthy lives.

But you didn't grow up like that.

Your mother looked at you and believed

that you wouldn't be taken from her, that you would survive,

that you'd be healthy, that you would be helped to become

whatever you chose to be.

That your destiny wasn't going to be some random death

from disease or war.

That's the difference.

You grew up knowing that kind of security.

That kind of love.

That isn't love.

That's slavery.

No.

No, no, that is love.

I lost a child.

I don't believe that any father or mother here

loves their child less than I loved my daughter.

If you really love the people here,

then understand what they need--

hope for their child.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I think maybe he does.

You don't know me.

You don't get it.

That's the whole point.

I do.

You know what it's like to live your life according to love

and still there's no room for any love in anything

that you say!

Oh come on, Leo.

LEO: Guard!

Guard.

What's going on?

It's just a power cut.

Nugent!

Darek!

Get us out!

Hey.

Last Jeep's heading back to town.

It's getting dark.

You better get on it.

It's all right.

What's all right?

JACK: I'm staying here.

DAREK: It's not safe.

Like it's safe there?

There's security, right?

I'm not going to be on my own.

You're a target.

You make this place a target.

Anything could happen out here.

NIKKI: Hey!

Hey!

What is going on?

Why are you just sitting there?

What?

What am I missing?

It's no accident, no mistake, no switchover for guards,

no power cut.

They haven't forgotten about you.

They're trying to show us who's boss.

A night to think over our priorities.

Well, why stop there?

Maybe they're hoping that you'll kill us

and that would solve all the problems, wouldn't it?

Nikki.

Or they could just chuck in a grenade or a mortar.

I mean, the Taliban have attacked here before.

What about Jack?

He hasn't gone back yet.

Well, why isn't he back?

It's late.

It's been dark for over an hour.

He was up on the mountain, wasn't he?

Anything could happen up there.

Cheeky bastard.

No, wait, don't.

Where you going?

It's not safe!

Then come with me.

You OK?

Leave him alone.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

He doesn't speak English.

JACK: Can you see it?

Here.

Something took bones from the grave of the soldier.

It'll have taken them to its burrow.

Go on, then.

Just because Jack didn't find the insect cycle

in the orange grove doesn't mean we've got this wrong.

They wouldn't have buried him there.

After the firefight, that area would have been too dangerous.

They dumped him somewhere.

Then a couple of weeks later, they buried him properly

up at the water plant.

The British soldier that was captured.

You found him?

Yeah.

Just a young boy who came out here to stop the killing.

We promised his brother we'd take him back home.

Thing is, we're not sure he was captured.

Why?

What?

LEO: What do you know about it?

KARIM: Nothing.

Captured.

You said a British soldier who was captured.

You've been out here six years.

I've been here.

I've been a lot of places.

But you know that he was captured.

So what?

You hear stuff.

What do you hear?

Do you know if he was captured alive?

I don't know.

Probably, yeah.

NIKKI: Have we got this wrong?

The Taliban definitely captured him?

Yeah, in the firefight.

He killed a brother.

So they took him and they killed him.

Tortured him first, did they?

We haven't found his hands or his feet.

We thought the animals had taken them.

Or was that your brave friends' doing?

It's war.

He came here to kill.

He got himself killed.

Yeah, just a game.

He lost.

He shot a brother in the back.

That's what I heard.

Oh, so he had it coming?

No more than he deserved.

Kidnapped, tortured, murdered-- ooh, some justice.

He wasn't tortured.

Not like you think, anyway.

They made him carry the body--

the fighter he killed--

all that night.

You were there.

And you did nothing to help him?

Did you speak to him?

Or did they get you to interrogate him?

Did you ask him questions while they beat him?

Help him?

I'm glad they caught him.

I'm glad they did what they did to him.

What did they do to him?

Well, you're a pathologist.

You found the body.

You tell me.

I wasn't there.

You were there.

What did they do to Dan Lambert?

Nothing.

They didn't touch him.

They didn't have to.

They just closed the door.

Day after day, just him and his sin--

the body of the man he killed.

He was a coward.

The man he killed was running away.

Your soldier knew what he'd done.

He knew what he was.

He begged for it, for death.

His last words?

"Everything I am is already dead."

When they did it, it was mercy to him.

It was you.

You shot him.

What were you, the young recruit?

They wanted to blood you?

Get the English Taliban to kill the English soldier?

Great sport.

Did they have to force you?

They never forced me to do anything.

Oh, that's right, because you were the eagle zealot--

the boy with something to prove.

And he represented everything that you hated,

the very thing that you needed to kill.

Yes, he did.

You killed him?

You killed Dan Lambert?

KARIM: I'm not what you think I am.

SEAN:

Sean, why the hell were we lock--

I'm very sorry, Professor Dalton.

What are you doing?

I've only just found out.

This wasn't my idea.

What are you doing?

Where are you taking them?

This has gone on long enough.

Think what you are doing.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I've made contact with the Afghan National Army

in Qal'ah-ye Ser.

I'm handing the prisoners over to them.

And what will they do?

They're bound by national law.

That is not what I asked.

I asked what will they do?

It's their country, their law, their people.

Sean.

Where are they taking the prisoner's body?

SEAN: You just don't get it, do you?

This is all Afghan jurisdiction.

You have no place here performing postmortems

on one of their citizens.

So that's how you're going to make it go away, is it?

You've got 24 hours to finish your work on the dead soldier.

After that, you're out of here.

Have you talked to Dr. Joya?

You think she wants you out of here any less than I do?

It's your responsibility.

They'll execute those two.

SEAN: You know that, do you?

They might just as likely let them go.

It's nothing to do with us anymore,

and that is as it should be.

Hang on.

Hang on!

If you're going to move him, I need to change his dressing.

There is another way out of this, you know.

Let me tell Nugent that you're not an Afghan,

that you're a British citizen.

We can take you back with us.

And then what?

You tell the authorities what you've done,

just like you told me.

It's your only chance.

There's no justice for me in England.

Not after what I've done.

There is some mercy.

There can be forgiveness if you admit to what you've done.

I have blood on my hands.

I don't want their forgiveness.

SEAN: Right!

Let's get out of here!

Come on!

Let's go!

That man is simply the instrument of God's will.

And I submit to God's will.

SEAN: Let's go.

We still have the postmortem report on Amin.

There will still be our testament.

It won't be so easy to make them disappear.

Where the hell have you been?

You haven't--

Dan Lambert's jawbone.

NIKKI: It fits.

It's hit.

It fits all right.

But it's not his.

Dan had his wisdom teeth removed.

It's not Dan Lambert.

So who are you?

Shot in the back of the head with a British bullet.

NIKKI: The remains belong to the Taliban insurgent

that Daniel Lambert shot in the back of the head.

He killed a Taliban in the firefight.

That's in the army report.

There's nothing about him shooting him

in the back of the head as he was running away.

Do you want to tell me how you know this?

One of the prisoners spoke English.

And you didn't tell me?

Well, we couldn't tell anyone.

Oh, bullshit.

He is English.

Came here to join the Taliban.

He was there when Dan Lambert was captured.

They held Lambert in the safe house that we found.

Locked him up for two weeks with a dead body.

Though you were right about the insect cycle.

The initial stages will be at the safe house.

You didn't trust me, did you?

It's not that we didn't trust you.

Really?

I'll always be the new boy, won't I?

So if the body that was buried here is a Taliban,

where's Dan Lambert?

Well, they wouldn't have buried them together,

a believer and a nonbeliever.

The fingerprint.

We know Lambert was here.

Did he dig the grave?

He dug the grave.

Karim saw him.

JACK: He buried the body.

He buried the man he killed.

So why were his dog tags in here?

The uniform fragments?

Daniel Lambert buried the body and then they shot him.

Must have buried him somewhere else.

I don't think so.

"Everything that I was--"

--is already dead.

What do you mean?

Karim said they were Daniel's last words.

I'm saying that Dan Lambert joined them.

Dan Lambert is Karim.

Karim.

The prisoner?

The one who's in the compound?

That's Dan Lambert?

Please.

Thank you.

Everything I was is already dead.

DAREK: The prisoner was Dan Lambert?

He was right here, the dead soldier?

That's not possible.

He was turned.

They messed with his head.

DAN : Onward, Christian soldiers.

LEO: Locked him up with a rotting corpse for weeks.

DAN : Marching us to war,

with the cross of Jesus going on before.

And now he's in the back of Nugent's truck.

LEO: We need to get him back.

Why?

LEO: We can help him.

It's not his fault. Whatever they did to him,

he was traumatised.

He doesn't understand what he's doing.

Maybe he understands exactly what he's doing.

Maybe that's why he attacked us here in the first place--

to kill Sean Nugent.

What do you mean?

Sean Nugent was Dan Lambert's commander.

Sean told me it was his fault Dan Lambert got captured.

Don't move.

What did you say?

You heard me, Sean.

Who are you?

Dan?

Dan?

SEAN: Dan!

Put your lid on!

Engage the enemy!

This is happening!

Moxy, Chivers, We've got to get around this!

Follow my line!

Leave him!

It was all-- it was all my fault, Dan.

I p-- I pushed you.

I pushed you way too hard.

You were right about me.

You useless little prick!

Please don't tell him.

We'll come back for him!

Don't tell my brother.

Go!

Follow my line!

I never told Scott.

I never told your brother about what--

No!

He cared about this place, you know?

Sean and always said he left a man behind.

I think Sean Nugent came back to Saleh because of Dan Lambert.

We need to call this in.

We need to let them know that Dan Lambert is alive

and out there.

Tomorrow there will be water here.

It's a good thing.

When you think about this place, when people ask you,

think about that.

Tell them people died to bring water to the desert.

LEO: Hi.

JACK: He's looking perky.

What?

Don't do that.

You're such a boy.

You're looking perky.

She did all this.

She's pretty special.

I've asked her to come back with me, to London,

just to get away from all this.

And?

And what?

Well, what did she say?

London?

You?

She's thinking about it.

Pretty amazing, isn't it?

You've changed your tune.

Don't know what you're talking about.

You were the one that had to be dragged out

here kicking and screaming.

We're wanted.

Dan?

Dan?

Dan, you came back.

I didn't kill him.

Nugent.

Well, somebody did.

My commander shot him.

He killed Amin, as well, so you wouldn't find out.

OK.

We could tell them that.

You could tell them.

You've come back.

Go away.

What?

Go away.

Away from here.

What are you talking about?

It's not going to happen.

They won't let it.

It's already happening.

Look around you.

It's a miracle.

No.

Are they going to attack?

They've planted bombs?

Ah, Jesus.

I need to warn people.

Listen, Daniel, you have done the right thing.

Can you show me--

oh, Jesus.

He made me.

It's OK, Daniel.

Just relax.

You need to tell me where the trigger is.

Where is it?

Where-- where is the trigger?

He decides when.

He presses the button.

He said I am the instrument of God's will.

No, he's watching!

He's--

Look at me.

He can see us.

There's only you and me.

No.

This isn't right.

Get off me!

This is God's work.

This is God's work, too.

Let me see.

Now do you understand?

I have to do this.

You're not a killer, Daniel.

You're not a coward.

Scott told me.

Your brother.

He loves you.

Even now, he still loves you.

That's why we're here--

to bring you home.

Scott sent us!

That's God's will.

There's nothing you can do.

NIKKI: Leo?

Come with me.

No.

Leo?

Everything I love is here.

Get everybody out of here now.

Please.

Move!

Run!

Leo?

LEO: Nikki, no!

Get back!

Run!

I only ever killed one man--

the man I buried.

I'm scared.

You don't need to be.

Just keep walking, Daniel.

Keep walking.

This is God's work.

Is this what love is?

Leo!

JACK: No!

No!

NIKKI: Leo, no!

Leo Dalton taught me about the dead and the living.

The truth is, Leo's interest in death

was for what it could teach him about life.

And Leo understood life.

I don't know what I'll do without him.

But the truth is, we aren't without him.

But that's what life after death means--

that you give so much of yourself

while you're here to the people you know

and to the people you love and to the people that

need you, whether you know them or not, that you do not die.

You cannot die.

There is too much of us that remains,

and Leo knew that, too.

Leo told me something once quite recently.

I thought he made it up.

But like most of Leo's best lines, it was borrowed.

Leo Dalton taught me everything I know,

and he will keep on teaching me because what

Leo proved was "our almost-instinct almost true."

Thank you.

"What will survive of us is love."