(CELL PHONE RINGING)
MELISSA: Hello. MAN: Mrs Lombard?
GTS Armed Response. Code word Omega.
There's been a break-in at your neighbour's house.
I'm afraid the suspects have escaped into your garden.
Nothing's been activated.
Well, we'll be on site in two minutes.
- (WHISPERS) David? - Yeah.
- He said the suspects were armed. - Okay.
(DOG BARKING)
Do you want them to search the grounds for us?
That's what we pay them for.
- Wait! - (DOG BARKING)
Did he give you the code word?
- Yeah. - Okay.
(TURNS OFF ALARM)
(DOG BARKING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Mr Lombard!
(GROANS)
- Oh, my God! - Stay calm.
Do as we say and no one gets hurt.
Where is your boy?
(WHISPERS) They're going to take us on an adventure, Harry.
Where is daddy?
- He's coming with us. - (GROANS)
Okay?
It's gonna be fun.
I have to get some medication that he needs.
(DOG BARKS)
- (GUNSHOT FIRES) - (GASPS)
- Stay here, don't move. - What's happened?
- He had a knife. - David!
MATLOCK: Don't bring the boy down here.
(SOBBING HYSTERICALLY)
- Just get them in the car. - (DAVID WHEEZING)
Please don't hurt my family.
We'll keep them safe. I promise.
(GASPING) Oh, my God!
(DAVID STRUGGLING)
David Lombard, killed at his home here in Cape Town last night.
Wife and son were abducted.
SCOTT: What does that got to do with us? Isn't that a police matter?
Police have just issued this picture,
salvaged from the disabled security camera.
Huh! It's Matlock's sniper.
SINCLAIR: Matlock used his false ID yesterday to hire an SUV.
We got a fix on it this morning.
It was heading out towards the airport.
We think he's gonna meet this man,
Peter Evans, the abducted woman's father.
We have to get to him first,
find out what the hell Matlock's up to.
(WOMAN ANNOUNCING ON PA)
Evans' plane just arrived.
Do you have eyes on Matlock?
Yeah! He's got some new playmates.
One of them I know. A guy named Curtis Row.
Ex-Delta boy. He's a good soldier.
Have we found out why Evans is important yet?
JULIA: We're still looking into it.
British citizen, retired academic, divorced, pension.
RACHEL: Hello.
Dig deeper, there has to be something else.
Mr Evans. Rachel Dalton, British Military Intelligence.
- Would you mind coming with us, sir? - EVANS: Why? What is it?
RACHEL: It's just a routine check. This way please.
Where the hell is he?
Stay here.
I told you, I'm here on holiday to see my daughter and grandson.
They live in Cape Town.
And yet you only purchased your ticket yesterday, at the airport.
One way.
Are you planning on staying?
I don't think that's any of your business. What is this?
Your daughter and your grandson have been abducted,
her husband killed, but you knew this already.
No, no. I...
And the men waiting in Arrivals are private military contractors
led by a man called Karl Matlock.
I presume he's the man who contacted you.
I need to know exactly when and where he exits.
You understand?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I was expecting my daughter to meet me.
Then why didn't you put her address on your landing card,
instead of a hotel where you don't have a reservation?
Mr Evans, if you're the reason your family was kidnapped,
we need to know why. What do they want?
I haven't broken any law. Make them release me.
Unfortunately, Mr Evans, our South African colleagues here
share our concerns.
This isn't just about your safety, or that of your family's.
- Leaving now, exfil point two. - Copy that.
This is outrageous. I've done nothing wrong.
Thanks for your help, buddy. Really appreciate it.
WOMAN: Hold that door.
You going in there?
I'm going to see my boyfriend.
(SCOFFS)
MICHAEL: Bravo Two, we're bringing the package down.
RVpoint loading area five by the services elevators.
SCOTT: Copy that.
Service elevator three, where does it come out?
Loading area five, bottom level.
Move!
(CLEARS THROAT)
At the end of the corridor, turn left.
And hurry up, they're heading towards the loading bays.
I want a lawyer.
Answer my questions and then you'll get one.
- Stonebridge! - What do you...
Move to the exfil point!
Guys, I'm gonna have some company of my own.
20!
Shit!
- Fuck! - MICHAEL: Get him up here!
Level two! Fuck!
Fuck!
- (GRUNTS) - (GUN FIRES)
(INAUDIBLE)
(MOUTHING)
(GUNS FIRING)
RV point level two, one hostile in pursuit, holding position.
Transport's down, moving up the stairwell.
I got two fuckers in pursuit.
- Mike? - Scott!
- Move, move, move. - Coming to you.
Get down!
(CAR ALARM BLARING)
(GUNS FIRING)
RACHEL: Get in! SCOTT: Hey!
Get in, get in, get in!
(SCREAMS) Mike! Come here!
Let's go!
- Fuck! - Get down, down!
Is that all you got, you fucking pussies?
Target's in a silver Audi, exiting parking level one.
Licence plate, Charlie-Alpha-198791.
Clearly you're not just a retired school teacher. Talk to me.
Why is it that people want you dead?
You can't help my family. You can't do anything. Just let me go.
(POLICE SIREN CHIRPS)
(SIGHS)
Zero, we're on the move from the airport.
Is the safe house ready?
Yes, but we can't hold him long.
That shootout has cost us South African support.
They want him released for questioning.
I'll decide when we let him go.
We've dug further. It turns out Evans is South African-born.
He applied for UK citizenship 20 years ago,
but here's the weird thing.
There's no record of his early life in Johannesburg.
No medical, no employment.
It's like he didn't even exist.
- Michael. - Yeah.
We got a hostile coming up on our six.
- EVANS: No! - Keep him down.
- (GUN FIRES) - SCOTT: Shit!
SCOTT: Matlock doesn't want to kill you, Mr Evans.
Who the fuck is that?
Mr Dreyer, the minister's concerns are duly noted,
but nobody is detaining Mr Evans illegally.
He is a British subject who has specifically asked for our protection.
We cannot condone gunfights at our airports
or on our open roads.
You've already caused the death of an immigration officer.
RACHEL: Which we deeply regret.
But Mr Evans has vital information pertaining to our ongoing investigation.
His abducted family is a matter for the police.
Your investigation is into missing nuclear hardware.
How is Mr Evans relevant?
Well, it would be premature to say...
It is a condition of your presence here
that you keep me personally informed
of all developments made in this investigation.
Grant my request
and release Mr Evans immediately before the courts force you to do so.
Well, that's the puppet.
Who's pulling the strings?
"If you want to achieve something,
"you'll find a way.
"If you don't you'll find an excuse.
"And we're all utterly sick of hearing these excuses
"from politicians and big business
"about how they cannot tackle poverty and disease
"or feed their people.
"And we say enough
"because there is a way."
What do you think?
Excellent.
No, really. Excellent, very good.
That will be our soundbite for the Kampala conference.
"Find a way, not an excuse."
It will also give us a rod to beat our opponents with
if they start blocking our aims.
Hmm. You should have stayed in Joburg.
Foundation HQ needs at least one of us to be there at present.
Then you take a turn.
I need to be here now,
overseeing the Weapons Decommissioning Programme.
I'll lead with Rwanda. It'll have more impact.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
And don't worry, Dad.
Even with this triumph,
my moral authority will never match yours.
(KISSES)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
Look, look, why don't you two go hide and I'll come look for you.
Come on.
One.
Two!
Three.
(CAR DOORS CLOSING)
- John Devers, special delivery. - How did you get in?
All deliveries are left at the gate.
RACHEL: His name is John Devers, a paediatrician in Stellenbosch,
killed earlier today.
And like Evans, Devers record stopped 20 years ago.
This is what he was reading on his laptop right before he was shot.
What kind of paediatrician is interested in nuclear fission?
The kind who used to be a scientist
when South Africa became a nuclear power in the 1980s.
When the apartheid regime collapsed so did their nuclear programme.
All the scientists received death threats
and emigrated, changed their identities.
Bottom line. If Matlock does have the triggers here,
who better to help them utilise them than a pair of ex-nuclear scientists.
Yeah, which is why he'd want Evans.
MICHAEL: This wasn't some robberygone wrong.
This was a professional hit done by people
who knewJohn's real name, just like they know yours.
I'm Peter Evans. I'm a retired teacher.
Men chasing us on that motorbike were holding a magnetic charge.
It was identical to the one Mossad used to kill an Iranian nuclear scientist,
Ahmadi-Roshan.
You are very aware that Israel helped South Africa
set up their nuclear programme.
They know the scientists involved, and they've been watching you ever since,
making sure that you don't use your talents against them.
- I've done nothing wrong. - Not yet.
But the PMCs who have kidnapped your family
are in possession of stolen nuclear triggers,
and there is no way in hell
I'm gonna let your knowledge fall into their hands.
So for whatever reason, I am forced to let you go.
I will make sure that Mossad finds you way before Matlock does.
If you said Devers was important, I could have protected him.
Yes, I should have anticipated that.
But I assumed that after 30 years, his anonymity was safeguard enough.
If Section 20 know Evans' true identity,
then why the hell would they release him?
Or they won't.
- So you have to get him back. - (SCOFFS)
My real name is Peter van der Meijs.
John was Johan Klute.
We were the senior team leaders overseeing the nuclear programme.
Extraordinary, what we achieved,
despite sanctions, with the world against us.
You're proud of it?
Not as much as John was.
No apartheid guilt with him.
No, just a...
A bitterness
that our work was destroyed, along with our careers,
and nearly our lives.
The government had to give all of us new identities.
So how did Matlock know yours, then?
Joseph Dreyer, cabinet level civil servant.
Whoever's bought Matlock has him in their pockets, too.
I don't know Dreyer.
John was my contact.
He began telephoning me every day, asking me to come and join him,
saying our work could be revived and this time used properly.
- Used by who? - I didn't ask. I didn't want to know.
I kept turning John down until they took my family and forced me here.
What else are you hiding?
Free my family first,
then I'll help.
Look, I know Curtis will help us, all right?
I mean, the guy won a Purple Heart.
I can't believe that he's even teamed up with Matlock.
Really? You don't think the money was an incentive?
No, not to Curtis.
And besides, he owes me.
I've saved his ass more times than I've saved Michael's.
- Funny. - Yeah.
And so, how exactly are you planning on making contact with him?
Don't worry about that. I got an idea.
- Mike. Mike? - (CHUCKLES)
The way you were banging on about this guy,
I thought we'd be meeting him at a church.
Yeah, this is sort of like a holy place for Curtis.
Anyway, you can't knock a man's faith, Michael.
I'm not knocking his faith.
It's yours I'm wondering about. This is the fifth one we've been to.
That's him.
See, you should have more faith in me.
That would take a miracle.
Ladies.
Classy, bud, real classy.
- I can't believe you're paying for that. - They pay me.
All right, you got time for a chat?
Who's your boyfriend?
Ah, he's not gay, he's British.
Easy mistake to make.
All right, here's good. Can we talk?
Oh, hey! I got him, I got him.
SCOTT: Come here!
(GRUNTING)
Just want to talk!
- MICHAEL: It's good? - I got it, I got it.
(LAUGHS)
Christ!
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm good.
You good, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
You did good.
Made it look good, in case anyone was watching.
Now it's just the three of us, all private.
Come on, just tell us where Matlock is keeping Evans' family.
Fuck you. You got your free pass at the airport.
Don't go begging for more favours because from where I'm standing...
- (SCOTT CHUCKLES) - Now you owe me one.
Oh, you like hiding behind hostages, is that right?
- (BOTH ARGUING) - Come on guys. Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Let's just play nice, huh? All right?
What you dancing with those guys for?
You want to negotiate, show me the money.
Yeah, easy.
Twice what's Matlock's paying you, and you get to keep it on top.
(CHUCKLES) Make it triple.
Come on, Curt.
It's a mother and a child, for Christ sake.
That ain't soldiering.
Here, number's logged in.
- Just think about it. - Still triple or I walk.
What the fuck happened to you?
Iraq.
You got a hell of break missing out on that one.
I did three tours of duty, man. What the fuck were you doing?
I don't do it for free no more.
Go to pay for my medical bills somehow.
So take the phone.
Just think about it. It's your call.
Come on.
You're on the wrong fucking team.
- Well? - Well, you have to go to the bank.
We're going to have to tell Dalton about this at some point,
but I wanted you to see this first.
I've been checking all police reports since the Devers murder and found this.
A disturbance in a bar at the waterfront.
Three local men were injured
and the pub's CCTV has this image of the attacker.
SCOTT: Shit!
- That is definitely Hanson. - Uh, yeah.
He's here in Cape Town.
Do you think he's part of Matlock's team?
Yeah, he could be.
I'll ask Curtis, he'll know.
And what about Dalton?
- Do I tell her? - No.
Stonebridge?
Definitely not.
Let's not make this as issue until it is one. All right?
There's not a better soldier out there and you know it.
It's not your skill set,
it's how you apply it.
But once 20 know I'm around, Stonebridge won't give a shit about you.
All they care about is payback.
And that's your idea of keeping a low profile, is it?
Ramping up this vendetta.
Okay, then I'll kill him. Solve the problem that way.
You should have done that in the first place,
instead of shooting his wife.
Don't ever judge me.
Myjob.
My rules.
Move on.
Tyson.
- So, Ijust got a text from Curt. - Hmm.
They're moving the MC to another safe house.
In English.
Madonna and child, it's the Catholic in him.
As soon as he knows that RV point,
then he'll tell us and we just go and snatch them.
What if it's a set up?
I'm just asking, you trust this guy's gut?
Yeah, I do.
This is the weapon Scott took from one of Matlock's men at the airport.
I checked the serial number, found its provenance
to see where Matlock was getting his weapons from.
It's Rwandan. It's one of these.
WOMAN SPEAKING ON MONITOR: Hundreds of Rwandan weapons,
the cause of so much misery and death,
now being sent to their own destruction, courtesy of the Conrad Knox Foundation.
The decommissioning of these weapons
is just the start of a widespread programme...
BAXTER: That's Ava Knox,
one of the foundation's directors, the public face of the company.
And she's kind of hot.
This is one of the weapons listed by the Rwandan authorities
that are sold to the Conrad Knox Foundation for destruction.
So, Matlock's using the stolen weapons from the decommissioning sites.
So there's another connection.
Richmond.
When I was looking into John Devers, I came across this.
MICHAEL: Conrad Knox.
Mr fucking Africa?
You guys telling me that is our new target?
The guy builds hospitals all over the country.
He could certainly afford Matlock and the acquisition of those triggers.
He's on first name terms with most of the cabinet.
If we're wrong about this,
he could bury us.
I've spoken to the Lord Chief Justice.
The courts will rule against Section 20.
This time tomorrow you will have Mr Evans in your care.
Hmm.
How's the family, Joseph?
Very well, thank you.
Johan will graduate from Harvard this summer. (LAUGHS)
Of course, he's, uh,
looking forward to repaying your faith in him.
Hmm.
I would rather like his father to do the same,
and revoke Section 20's right to even remain in the country.
I have laid the groundwork for these questions to be raised.
Then raise them quicker.
Is this the RV point?
No, we're on a date. I thought I'd take you to a game,
fuck your brains out. Just don't tell Matlock.
(CHUCKLES)
(TYRES SQUEALING)
A bit public, isn't it?
With the whole place on lockdown.
He wants to score a goal on a World Cup soccer field.
(GROANS)
So do I.
HARRY: Goal!
We found your daughter and grandson's new location.
We have a man on the inside watching over them.
When it's safe,
we'll move in and bring them here.
Thank you. Thank you!
Your turn.
Did John ever mention a man
called Conrad Knox?
Jesus Christ!
Hopefully, we won't need those.
It should just be Curtis and one other guy at the handover.
How did you arrange all this for the boy?
Must have taken some clout.
Or money, more like it.
Both.
But then he has lost his father.
Here, let me show you where you're taking him later.
Hands where I can see them. Legs apart.
Nice and easy.
You shouldn't have missed Scott at the airport, Curtis.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I sent Kohl to follow you. Take some pictures.
We were fighting, I ran. Did you get pictures of that?
You were sending them texts.
It's just money.
I doubled up. I can switch back again just as easy.
It's only Scott and the Brit.
They want the hostages.
Look. They'll be out there now, just waiting for my signal.
I'll make sure they come in, you can blow them both away.
It's like you read my mind.
Text them.
Send them to south side approach.
Block four.
(MOBILE CHIMES)
Cool.
Richmond, we're on. Can you confirm his position for me?
Phone tracker puts him at the stadium.
Man, I don't like this at all. It's bollocks.
- We're wide open here. - Yeah, I hear you.
But he's exactly where he said he would be, so...
- Shit! - What?
Throughout this whole thing, he's always said MC.
Madonna and child.
MICHAEL: If it feels wrong, let's go. Let's get out of here.
Scott, let's go.
- Let's move. - Fuck.
Come on.
CURTIS: Hey! MICHAEL: Wait.
Hang on. That's him.
No, let's go. Let's keep moving.
(MUTTERS) Drive.
- Mike, just hang on. - Keep going. Trust your instincts.
MICHAEL: Move it. It's not right.
Let's get out of here, come on.
(MUTTERS) Move.
MICHAEL: Back, back, back, back.
- Come on, let's move. - Wait.
- SCOTT: Fuck! - Move, move, move!
(GUNS FIRING)
God damn it!
(SHOUTING) Fucking hell! Shit! Fuck!
God damn it!
I told you it was a set up.
Not from Curtis.
He was helping us, Mike. He warned us.
- Yeah, just waving us in like that. - What choice did he have?
He had a fucking gun at his head.
- I put him there. - No, he put himself there, Scott.
He did it byjoining Matlock in the first place.
Fuck!
Three unfinished accounts, buddy.
He was with us.
- She said you would save them. - We'll get them back.
You won't lose your family.
Look, if they aren't dead already, it's because of me.
I'm the one keeping them alive. Let me help.
Please, just let me save them.
Do you want to build a bomb for this guy?
You speak as if there's a choice.
Would you sacrifice your family for total strangers?
Let me go!
Just keep them coming.
- Manhattan. - Sure.
Thanks.
REBECCA: Hi.
Hey.
Have I seen you before?
Yeah.
The airport.
Were you on my flight from New York?
From the rotten Big Apple?
No.
I like a disillusioned man.
Means they're tired of the bullshit,
and they want to cut straight to the chase.
(BOTH MOANING)
Fuck. Jesus Christ.
Stop. I don't have a condom.
I want you to come in me. (MOANS)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTS)
Is that even sex?
Huh?
I've had easier cage fights than that.
That's men's big secret, isn't it?
What's that?
What they never admit about physically fighting each other.
How intimate it is.
(SCOFFS)
Fuck off.
I have to go.
You know, you fuck like I used to.
How's that?
Like you stopped believing.
EVANS: I don't even know what they want from me.
I can't build anything with just triggers.
Maybe that's not all they have.
All the weapons were destroyed. The Israelis insisted.
Everything was buried at Imifula Emibidlana.
The two rivers under the mountains.
- (PHONE RINGS) - Zulu legend.
Oh, one sec.
(DOOR BUZZING)
(DOOR OPENS)
SCOTT: Fuck, stop pointing that thing at me.
- Nice to see you're on time. - Yeah, sorry. I was busy.
Yeah, I can smell her. Hey, Scott.
You, uh, you were right about Curtis. It was worth a shot.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- (GUN FIRES) - (GLASS SHATTERS)
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
Fuck!
- (MUFFLED) Michael! - We're up here.
(COUGHING)
Contact!
Fuck!
Major.
Safe house has been compromised.
- Stay on Coms. - Roger that.
You. With me.
You've been fucking tailed.
I didn't get fucking tailed. (COUGHS)
(SCOTT SHOUTING)
Safe house compromised. We're on our way to exfil now.
JULIA: Roger that. Backup is on its way.
Peter! Peter, I want you do exactly as I tell you.
- Do you understand? - Go!
Put your hand on my back. Stay on my back.
Ready?
Fucking bitch.
To that corner, now. Move, move, move!
MICHAEL: Scott! SCOTT: Coming to you.
Mike, you go. I got this.
Come on.
They're gone!
Move.
Go, let's go.
Slow, slow down.
- Hey. - Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. Stop, stop.
- I got an idea how they found us. - How?
- I think I got a tracker on me. - What?
Check my back.
- Who put that there? - I'll explain later.
No, you're clean. Let's split.
You go that way, I'll lure them that way.
Okay, clear. Go, go, go!
MAN ON POLICE RADIO: ALL units, multiple shots fired, Salt River area.
We're at exfil point three, no sign of them yet.
Bravo one has principle secure. He is on his way.
ETA, three minutes.
MICHAEL: Slow down, slow down.
- (POLICE SIREN WAILING) - Come here. Let's go in here.
Look at me, look at me. Come here.
It's just a normal conversation.
Okay, move.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Where did you fucking put it?
Where the fuck is he?
Richmond report.
He should be there by now. He's not responding to my calls.
Bravo one report. Bravo one report.
(GPS TRACKER BEEPING)
(SCOTT WHISTLES)
(SCREAMS)