Billy, we've got a problem.
Nyah's on the wing up early. Do you copy?
I got you, Luther. So where is she?
- In the building. - Say again, mate.
Sounds like you're saying "In the building."
I am. She is.
She's not likely to be alone, is she, mate?
She's in the elevator headed toward Ethan.
I can't get through to Ethan till the generators stop.
- When's that? - Another five and a half minutes.
Chimera in vitro pH and temperature level
outside optimal range.
Chimera in vitro pH and temperature level
outside optimal range.
Chimera working seed stock pH at critical level.
Alert. Chimera stock life threatened.
Alert. Chimera stock life terminated.
Come on, Ethan, come on.
Subject is contaminant free.
Zero contaminant factor.
Come on, Ethan, come on.
Luther, what the hell can we do?
What can we do?
Hope he's finished before the yellow dot gets to the red one.
However we travel, I must arrive at my destination
within 20 hours of departure.
How could I know they needed Bellerophon within 20 hours?
Get him.
How long before you can reach him?
29 seconds before the generators turn off and Ethan's back on-line.
Luther! Luther?
Hold your fire!
Hold your fire, damn it!
Well, Hunt...
How you been?
Fighting a bit of a cold.
That was the hardest part of portraying you...
grinning like an idiot every 15 minutes.
Not that pressing need of yours to get your gun off?
You were in such a hurry to knock off that 747,
you never figured out where Chimera really was.
I knew where it was.
You knew that the only way Nekhorvich could smuggle it
was by injecting himself? You knew that?
When you killed him - destroying exactly what you came for.
Stop!
Put a sock in it!
Hit the gun and you'll spray the virus everywhere!
There it is, guys.
The last of it.
- What was the top bid? - Gonna make a better offer?
Than £37 million? Not really.
Somebody has been slipping you our mail.
Come on out here, you bad girl.
Sean, she doesn't belong here.
Let her go.
She wouldn't be here... if it wasn't for you, Hunt.
From this moment, you are responsible for what happens to her,
and if you're looking out for her well-being,
then advise her to pick up the injection gun
and bring it to me.
Ball's in your court, Hunt.
Nyah's in the building.
Do you copy?
Thank you.
He could shoot you once he's got it.
Please, one can't hold Nyah responsible for our actions.
You know women, mate.
Like monkeys, they are.
Won't let go of one branch till they grab the next.
Get it, Nyah. I'll cover you.
I am waiting.
Things haven't worked out the way you thought, Ethan.
Sorry.
Bitch!
You're not gonna shoot me, Sean! Not this bitch.
Cause she's worth £37 million.
- What do you think you're doing? - I wasn't thinking!
Just trying to stop you from getting hurt, that's all.
You who don't have a conscience?
I guess I lied.
You can't get us both out, can you?
I'm infected with Chimera, you know you don't have a choice.
Just do it.
Do it! Now!
We've got 19 hours and 58 minutes.
We'll get Bellerophon into you before then.
Just stay alive! I'm not going to lose you!
Feel like pleading for your life?
Well, then, how about dying -
so you can make me a lot of money?
In just a few hours time
you can be assured of going down in history
as a Typhoid Mary of Oz.
G'day.
There's no chance of locating Nyah until I access the satellite.
And I can't do that until I can fix this computer.
How much time does she have?
Not long, but whatever happens, Nyah will take care of Nyah.
What do you mean?
Without Bellerophon Nyah will kill herself.
So first things first.
Ambrose and his team have arrived, and Nyah's not with him.
Copy that.
You all right, mate?
Looks like pretty heavy security.
What's it like from there?
Risky.
Simon?
Stay here.
Breached the structure at the grating.
It's a DNA match, the blood's loaded with Chimera.
And they certainly have Bellerophon.
You've got them both, which means I've got 30 million for you.
Not exactly.
- We don't want just cash. - What do you want?
Stock, Mr McCloy.
Stock options, to be a little more precise.
Cut her loose, right in the centre of town.
The more crowded the better.
Ethan, Nyah's been dropped off. I think she's still alive.
- Where? - Somewhere in Sydney.
Care to harden the target?
I can't until I can get the GPS up.
The clock is ticking.
How quickly can you manufacture anti-virus?
No time at all, once I've got it.
Good. Biocyte stock is about to go through the roof.
- What? - An outbreak of Chimera.
- Where? - Downtown Sydney, for a start.
You create the supply, Mr McCloy, we've just created the demand.
3 million people in Sydney and 17 million in Australia
will need Bellerophon within the next few days.
Not to mention the world.
This is how it's going to work.
- Shares outstanding are...? - 93.4 million.
Which means, Mr McCloy, we need 480,000 options.
We'll borrow your 30 million to buy those options.
Your stock has never sold above $31 a share.
When your stock goes north of 200, which... it will,
those options will be worth billions
and I will own 51% of Biocyte.
This is outrageous,
I will not let you take control of my company.
Sit down.
You'll be a billionaire, which is better than being broke.
I have terrorists and other pharmaceutical companies
standing in line.
The ball's in your court, Mr McCloy.
Run that bastard down.
We're running short on time, Mr McCloy.
We have got to conclude our business.
Yes. Start the transfer.
Follow it... and let me know.
Raise your hands very slowly.
Sure you want me to?
Raise your hands very slowly.
Ethan, do you copy?
Keep it going.
Sean, this rat's reached the end of the maze.
- Is he alive? - Yah, more or less.
Bring him to me.
Go.
Sean, transfer completed.
Well done, Stamp.
Well done.
Stop mumbling!
Afraid he's got no choice, I believe I broke his jaw.
Stamp, I'm impressed.
We don't have much time, Hunt,
whatever you've got to say, say it now.
How about giving us a big smile?
- No? - What are you doing?
Get down on your knees.
Now... this is what's known as getting your gun off.
There he is!
Ethan!
Just back up and pinpoint her position!
Luther! Clear the bridge for me!
Hunt's heading for the bridge, 12 o'clock high.
I'm mad now.
- All right? - Punk put a hole in my Versace!
Ethan, the computer's up. I've got Nyah.
She's out of the city - North Head Bluff, approaching the cliffs.
- I can't get a visual. - She's got little time left!
Track ahead and pick her up!
- I can't get a good shot. - We can't cover you.
My earpiece is failing! You've got me on GPS, bring her to me!
Billy, North Head Bluff - haul ass!
- Keep firing! - I can't see anything!
Slow down! Slow down!
Range is two K.
Go ahead. Use it, Hunt.
It's not a bad way to go.
A lot better than the way that bitch is gonna die!
There she is!
Hunt!
You should've killed me!
Miss Hall's blood has no elements of the Chimera virus.
Not even antibodies.
Yes, I gathered as much.
But you were under instructions
to bring back a living sample of the Chimera virus.
I'd be interested to know how, after you managed this recovery,
it subsequently got destroyed.
By fire. It's the best way.
Well, as for Miss Hall, in light of her... efforts
her criminal record will certainly be expunged.
Wiped out. I'm assuming you approve?
I do.
Where is she now, by the way? Any idea?
I don't know. Not exactly.
So what are your plans?
I don't know. Some sort of vacation.
I'll let you know where I'm going.
You don't have to do that.
It wouldn't be a vacation if you did.
Let's get lost.