(HEAVY BREATHING)
(WOMAN MOANING)
- (GATE BUZZING) - (DOG BARKS)
(GUN FIRES)
(MUFFLED GROAN)
(METAL CLANKS)
MAN 1: Go!
- (GATE BUZZING) - MAN 2: Welcome.
(LOCK OPENING)
Here, put this on.
Let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go!
- MAN 3: Twelve o'clock. - What?
- (GUN FIRING) - Ugh!
- (ALARM RINGING) - (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Go, go!
Ugh!
- (LOUD EXPLOSION) - (SCREAMING)
MAN 3: Go, now!
- (GUN FIRES) - Ah!
(GUNSHOTS FIRED)
- (SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) - (GASPS)
- (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) - Ah!
Go, go!
Ugh!
Ah!
Mr Lutulu, Conrad Knox sends his best wishes.
I thought it was relatively simple.
As I said, there are still components that need to be configured.
It is not a design that I am completely familiar with.
Well, how long will it take?
I want them moved north as soon as possible.
48 hours, no more, I promise.
(CHOPPER HOVERING)
(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
MAN 1: Get these things out of here, come on, boys.
MAN 2: Guys, hurry up.
Walter, my dear, dear friend.
- Welcome. - Conrad, it is good to see you.
So now, our great work can begin.
It can indeed!
(PISTOL CLICKS)
You know what I don't get?
Why is Knox's picture up on every freaking news channel in the world?
Triggers are one thing, but fully functioning nukes?
There are no nukes, they're all decommissioned, remember?
Oh, yeah, that's right.
But don't you think there should be
an international fucking manhunt or something?
And that, may very well come, Scott,
but right now, we are the only people looking for him.
And as you may have picked up,
we are persona non grata in South Africa,
and that is why we are running this operation covertly.
So, be in no doubt, cry for help, nobody's gonna come running for us.
- Major Sinclair, we have a lead. - Yes.
Detention centre in Harare, Zimbabwe.
Until seven hours ago, it was home to this man, Walter Lutulu,
leader of the party for democratic Zimbabwe.
Knox is a known supporter.
Someone broke him out at 2:00 am last night.
- That's not a small task, is it? - Hmm, it's a top team outfit.
What, are you thinking Matlock?
Well, according to intelligent sources in Harare,
the breakout crew left a man behind.
He's been identified as Sebastian Busha,
an ex-foreign legion merc, who's been on Matlock's payroll
since the abduction of Evans.
Where Lutulu has been taken and why,
and the connection with the WMD is yet to be determined.
But right now, it's the only lead we've got.
Lutulu has a daughter, Lilian.
He made contact two hours ago.
WALTER: Lili, it's me.
That's an intercept of Walter Lutulu's voice print.
I can't talk long, someone will come and bring you to me.
It will be simple, you've to do what they say...
(DISTORTED VOICE)
The voice in the background could be Knox.
Now, we can't trace the source of the call
but we do know where it went to.
JULIA: Lilian runs a law centre for Zimbabwean refugees in Bukhoma.
Township, three miles from here.
RACHEL: Chances are, one of Knox's crew will be making the pickup.
Your job is to track and report back.
Knox is mission priority.
We play our cards right,
Lutulu's daughter could lead us right to him.
There she is.
Got her.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
- She's hot. - Very.
She's not just a pretty face, she's Harvard educated.
Yeah, could have had a stellar career at the UN,
but decided to come home and work for her father's cause.
Don't worry, your children will not be put out onto the streets.
- I'll see you later. - Okay, see you later.
Reckon she, uh, might date a soldier?
I think you need an IQ in double digits, mate.
- Counts you out, buddy. - Ooh!
The Messina contingent.
They'll be on the Limpopo river by nightfall.
Good.
The rest of the equipment will be with you in a couple of days.
Excellent, bring her straight here.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Lilian will be with us shortly.
My men are just moving into the township, now.
- I can't wait to see her. - (CHUCKLES)
She is doing sterling work with the refugee community,
whipping up support for the party.
Please, sit.
I see you've been busy yourself.
Oh, yes, my plans are well advanced. (CHUCKLES)
Good, because we must be quick.
A leader in exile commands little respect.
How many men do you have?
Mr Matlock, how many men do we have?
- Over 800. - Hmm.
All special forces trained.
One team are already in Zimbabwe,
another two on the border, a third on the way.
I'm holding 50 back.
So, what's the situation with you and the Army?
Two of the generals are old friends.
I am assured of their support.
Do you trust them?
We fought together in the war for independence.
I trust them with my life.
- Hi. - MAN: Morning, Lilian.
Target on the move.
Heads up, twelve o'clock.
Got it.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
SCOTT: You think that's the contact?
MICHAEL: They certainly don't look like Matlock's boys, do they?
SCOTT: Someone should probably go and take a closer look, huh?
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Probably should get out there.
- (SCOFFS) - (LAUGHS SOFTLY)
You wanted to get out from behind the desk.
Yeah, well, it beats sitting in an office, writing your paycheques.
MICHAEL: Ooh!
Hey, try and blend in, Sinclair.
(CHUCKLES)
SCOTT: What do you call that look?
- Gangster Gilligan? - (LAUGHS)
MICHAEL: I think Dalton dressed him.
(MAN SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
They've got coms and a file on Lilian.
What do you want me to do?
Do not engage unless absolutely necessary, Bravo Team.
This is a surveillance operation only.
(TYRE SCREECHES)
All right, it looks like it's gonna go live.
- Hang on, bud. - (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Zimbabwean intelligence, please come with us.
I don't think so.
I said, come with us!
JULIA: What the hell is he doing?
Ah, take your hands off me!
He's gonna get himself killed.
Brother, please, I'm hungry, just...
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
- LILIAN: Leave him alone. - I am just hungry.
LILIAN: I said, leave him alone, you've got no authority here.
- I warned you, back off! - (PISTOL CLICKS)
- (GUNSHOT FIRES) - (SCREAMS)
- Run! - Ugh!
- (GUNFIRE EXCHANGING) - Go, go, go!
Ugh!
Sinclair, down, down!
JULIA: Bravo, get out of there now!
- You all right? - She's gone.
- Fuck off my car! - Let's go, let's move.
SCOTT: Get in the car.
Get in the car!
Let's go!
- It's me. I know where the girl is. - KNOX: You know what to do.
This was supposed to be a stealth operation.
Low key.
Sorry, I didn't have much of a choice.
You managed to keep a track on Lilian?
I'm afraid we lost her. She disappeared into the township,
and that place is like a rabbit warren.
There is a chance that she was injured in the attack.
Yeah, if it wasn't for Rambo here, she'd probably be dead.
SINCLAIR: Well, I think the shooters were Zimbabwean.
From what I could hear, they were talking in Shona.
What? Secret police?
Revenge attack for Walter Lutulu's escape?
Well, if we're right, and Lutulu is a catalyst for dissent,
then, we could be looking at the beginning of a coup.
Walter Lutulu with nukes?
He's no hawk. I mean, he spent the last decade agitating for democracy.
He was a freedom fighter once.
Fought alongside Mugabe.
Nukes or not, they will need outside help
if they're gonna make a move on Zimbabwe.
Help from who?
RACHEL: Let's start with the CIA.
Elements within the administration have been banging on for years
about the Chinese taking over Africa.
Zimbabwe up for grabs, they definitely want a piece.
Let Knox do the dirty work and then move in.
- Right, Scott. A word. - Yeah.
We've identified six key figures.
Hardliners in the Pollock Bureau.
With those out of the way... (CHUCKLES)
MATLOCK: We have assassins on standby, Mr Lutulu.
Ready to strike at the first stage of the assault.
Some of these men are old comrades.
I had hoped to turn them around.
A bloodless coup?
Ballots, not bullets.
KNOX: Some of those same men would've seen you hang, Walter.
If I hadn't moved when I did, you'd be dead already.
What must be done, must be done.
But, I do not want unnecessary deaths on my conscience.
Power bought with blood will stain us all.
Papa, I can hardly believe it's true. (SOBBING)
Papa.
Mr Knox.
There were Zimbabwean military intelligence, CIO,
in the township, looking to arrest her.
So the regime is striking out already. Did you stop them?
Didn't need to. Section 20 did that for me, they were already there.
Are you certain?
100 percent. I recognised Stonebridge and Scott.
Get me Dreyer on the phone. He assured me they'd been dealt with.
You, uh, fishing for information?
- I see what you did there. - Good, huh?
- No. - It's got a...
If I'm not back in 10 minutes, then call the coast guard.
- You missed feeding time. - I'm not hungry.
I heard about the Mossad agent,
Rebecca Levi.
- What about her? - True, you couldn't kill her?
Not couldn't.
Just wouldn't.
Redemption in a bullet?
Yeah, something like that.
She was looking for a way out.
She's not the only one.
No shit!
I wanna go home.
I need you to clean my record, Christy.
20 is tracking weapons of mass destruction, right?
Who are you targeting?
Conrad Knox.
But you already know that.
He's behind that jail break in Zimbabwe, to free Walter Lutulu.
Can you tell me where Knox is?
(SCOFFS)
Dalton tell you to ask me that?
You are working for the wrong woman.
Yeah, I know that.
If you really do want to go home,
there'll be a price to pay.
You do understand that?
Yeah.
SINCLAIR: There's no sign of Lilian.
Knox must have got her out of there by now.
Or she could have gone to ground.
(COMPUTER ALERT BEEPING)
Major, we have a security breach.
Shit, it's Dreyer.
How the hell did he find us?
- Lock the systems down immediately. - Yes, ma'am.
RACHEL: Contact Stonebridge and Scott.
I need one minute.
JULIA: (OVER RADIO) Bravo Team,
the crib is under immediate threat, it's Dreyer.
- Roger that! Scott, let's move! - Go.
SCOTT: Let's go!
RACHEL: Mr Dreyer, I can explain.
You were supposed to be on a plane home.
Instead, you're sending black operatives into the townships and killing people.
Show me your hands.
DREYER: I'm charging you with crimes against South Africa.
I understand that we've been sailing fairly close to the wind...
Get them out of here.
- Get your hands off me. - (GRUNTS)
- (GUN CLICKS) - (GROANS)
Thanks to you, we have a major diplomatic incident
on our hands with Zimbabwe.
You had your chance to leave.
What happens now is of your own making.
- Get them out. - SOLDIER 1: Come on out!
- You know where to take them. - SOLDIER 2: Move your ass! Move!
LILIAN: I don't want to talk about that now.
WALTER: Okay, I'll change the subject.
- You have a boyfriend? - (LAUGHS)
- You can't ask me that. - What do you mean I can't ask you, huh?
I'm allowed to ask you things, I'm your father.
Papa, leave me.
News of your escape has filtered out.
The regime tried to suppress it, but they couldn't hold that news for long.
Then, neither must I. The people will be anxious to know that I am okay.
You could announce your return in Bukhoma.
There is an army of activists already in place.
I could prepare them for your appearance.
Harness social media. Facebook, Twitter.
Look, a public appearance now could be quite dangerous, you know that.
A leader cannot command respect from behind the shadows.
Believe me, if my people thought that I was afraid,
they would never follow me.
Get the fuck off me!
(GRUNTING)
Hey!
Sinclair.
(GRUNTING)
On your feet...
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Where the fuck is Dreyer?
I demand you put me in touch with my legal representation.
Another word and I put you in touch with your ancestors.
Fucking whore.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Come on!
How is Walter? Ready for his inauguration?
He's more eager to see his power than I anticipated.
He knows about the nuclear weapons?
Not yet now, I haven't found the right moment.
Did you know his daughter has been in contact
with the same army factions that support her father?
If the regime had killed Walter,
the opposition plan to install her as the front runner to the CDZ.
- Charming girl. - You've met her?
I made it my mission.
Today's activist is tomorrow's leader.
She knows who her friends are.
How does she feel about that, do you know?
She shares her father's steel.
The Lutulus are a true political dynasty.
You'd do well to remember that.
(THUDDING)
(METAL CLANKING)
- Fuck it! - (METAL CLANKING)
- Do you think this is Knox? - Yeah, pretty sure of it.
We need to get off to that bastard.
But without the crib, we're limited.
SINCLAIR: Julia, I've got the core software on a portable drive.
We'd have limited functionality,
but we could be operational if we had a couple of laptops.
Fuck, shit!
Clear!
(PANTING) It's me.
You sure?
Are you sure?
- Yeah. - What?
My contact doesn't have a record of any arrests.
Oh, shit!
Dreyer could have had them taken fucking anywhere!
- Let's go find them. - Yeah, let's do that.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Boss!
Fuck off!
Whoa!
(GASPING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
How did you find me?
Come on, every slug leaves a trail.
- Where are they, huh? - (GASPING)
Where the fuck are they?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Some people have arrived from your embassy.
Really?
What are their names?
You'll be taken to see them.
First, we have to process you one by one.
Come!
SINCLAIR: Could you take off the handcuffs?
Come on, I'm not a threat. I'm not even a field operative.
If it was up to me, kaffa, you'd be in shackles.
Ball and chain. Move.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Sinclair.
We're getting out of here.
They're not answering.
Who're we up against?
I don't know. Ah!
Try again, I have no fucking qualms about putting a bullet in you.
Try again.
I don't know, Ijust make a call.
Bergs? Cops? Who?
They're former recces.
South African mercenaries. Freelancers.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
What is this place?
If this place had a name, then it would exist.
I'm a Major in the British army.
There are clear guidelines about the treatment of prisoners.
MAN: What about the execution of prisoners?
It's a trap!
(GUNSHOT)
Do you have children?
Yes!
(SOBBING)
What have you done with Sinclair?
You'll see him just now.
Up.
Up, now!
Move!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
That's far enough.
Well, could you remove my cuffs?
I don't want to greet the embassy officials
looking like a common criminal.
Why not? That's what you are.
(GRUNTING)
- (GUNSHOT) - Ah!
(FIRING)
BAXTER: Major.
- BAXTER: Give me the weapon. - Take that.
Ugh!
JULIA: Did you see Sinclair?
- You, Baxter. - BAXTER: Yeah.
- Wait, go. - Roger that.
Ah!
Go, go, go!
Ah!
- (FIRING) - Ugh!
(GUN CLICKS)
I'm out!
- I'm out! - Shit.
(SIGHS)
(FIRING CONTINUES)
(SNIFFLING)
Give me that.
Knox ordered this.
It's not over until we get that son of a bitch.
SCOTT: Wow. How did we find this place?
MICHAEL: Uh, you know how it is.
A friend of Dalton's who used to work on the circuit.
Made some extra cash, bought this as a cover business
and then it went bust.
BAXTER: Richmond, do you got picture?
Nothing.
Good security, dickhead.
- What about now? - Yeah, we're up.
- Here. - Thanks.
- How did we do? - MICHAEL: Yeah, all right.
- Ammo and weapons. - SCOTT: About enough to go to war.
- You all right? - Yeah.
SCOTT: Before we do that, come here.
SCOTT: Richmond. MICHAEL: Baxter.
BAXTER: Yeah.
Here.
To Oliver.
To an exemplary soldier.
An honoured friend.
I didn't know Major Sinclair like you all did,
but, he died on my watch,
trying to save our lives.
And, that makes it personal.
Damn right, it's fucking personal.
RACHEL: What we do from here on in, we do in his name.
To Major Sinclair.
- Major Sinclair. - RACHEL: To Major Sinclair.
I'm sorry, sir, but you're not allowed in here.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(DEVICE CLICKS)
(BEEPING)
Okay, we have basic sat feed and some coms.
Looks like we're in business.
Ma'am, we have activity at the law centre.
RACHEL: Is Lilian back?
Haven't seen her but there's a lot of traffic coming in and out.
Maybe we should break in tonight and have a look.
- No need. - What?
JULIA: I don't know where Lutulu is,
but he going to be in Bukhoma.
It's all over Twitter.
RACHEL: Perfect.
You weren't meant to see these.
Not yet, anyway.
So when was I supposed to see them?
At a march-past in a victory parade?
Oh, I haven't got these weapons to take power,
simply to help us to hold on to it.
Our task, yours and mine,
is to give Africa what it's always been denied, strength.
You want to turn Zimbabwe into a nuclear power?
No, the world we live in, you can't negotiate from a position of weakness.
I thought you would understand that.
I want to repair relations with the international community.
I want to see sanctions lifted, not to turn us into a pariah state.
No, listen, Walter, we have a deal.
Not for this!
I've risked a lot to get these weapons.
Now, they're my gift to you,
along with Zimbabwe itself.
What makes you think that it is within your power
to gift me my own country?
I liberated you, I set you free.
To do what? To take control of our resources?
Our gold mines, our diamonds, our uranium?
No!
You have already spoken of taking control of the mining franchise.
Yes, to put the money back into the economy where it belongs,
not into my pocket.
I have more money than I can spend in a dozen lifetimes.
And a great deal of it has gone into financing this coup.
The key element of this coup is military backing.
And I already have that.
Walter!
Walter, please.
Walter, please!
I know you're upset and I'm sorry.
I should have been upfront with you from the start.
Those weapons need never leave the hangar.
Now look, stay here, make your speech at Bukhoma.
The people are expecting you, you can't let them down now.
Very well.
But whatever you do, Conrad, never patronise me.
We can only be partners if we can agree the right way forward
for my country.
(SINGING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Richmond, you getting this?
Clean and clear.
And Knox?
(SINGING CONTINUES)
No, nothing yet.
Stick with the Lutulus.
Knox is clearly invested in them.
(SINGING CONTINUES)
(WALTER LAUGHS)
Yeah!
Friends and Zimbabweans.
It's time for change.
(CROWD CHEERING)
For new heroes.
(CROWD CHEERS)
And there's no one who has fought harder to bring freedom
to our beloved land, than my father,
your friend,
our hero,
Walter Lutulu!
(LOUD CHEERING)
Thank you, my brothers and sisters.
Thank you, my daughter, for your kind if overgenerous words.
But let me say this.
There are no heroes on this platform.
WOMAN: Yes!
But before me,
I see hundreds of heroes.
And tomorrow, there will be thousands.
And the day after that, there will be one million heroes.
Because when we lose our fear,
we find our freedom!
So now, we demand the right to live free of fear,
free of oppression,
the right to dignity and democracy.
The right to hope, not hate!
(GUNSHOTS)
(CROWD SCREAMS)
Drop your weapon.
(LILIAN SCREAMING)
Christ, they've shot him.
(FIRING)
Get down! You got eyes on the shooter?
Bravos, stay with the Lutulus.
Provide whatever assistance you can.
Yeah, right.
- Shit. - Move!
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Hey, you got anything?
Be careful, men, be careful.
Zero, I've got eyes on target.
Do not, I repeat, do not terminate.
LILIAN: Quick! Quick!
- SCOTT: Excuse me, move! - Be careful with him.
SCOTT: Get him on there! Get him on that truck!
LILIAN: Lift his head, lift his head.
SCOTT: Come on, move, move, move!
Come on, move!
Hey, he's the killer! He's the killer!
I can help.
Shit!
Zero, I need some help here.
We have eyes in the sky available, come on.
Bravo 2, target seems to be heading north.
Fuck!
We've lost signal.
Shit.
JULIA: Bravo 2, I'm sorry, you're on your own.
- (WOMAN SCREAMING) - No, no! It's okay.
He's the killer!
Put the gun down. I'm not a threat. I'm trying to help him.
I'm trained in battlefield surgery.
Thank you.
- I'm going to have a look. - (WALTER GASPS)
Fuck!
- Hey! Hey! Hey! - Wait, wait! Whoa!
Hey! Hey, stop. Put that down.
- LILIAN: What's that? - Declotting agent.
- Father! - It's going to help slim the blood.
Try getting us to the nearest fucking hospital.
Come on!
- Oh, fuck! Shit. - Ah!
- Don't leave me. - Hey!
You're with Knox, yeah? Conrad Knox?
Did you see any weapons, nuclear weapons?
- What are you talking about? - Please calm down.
- I've got to ask him that question. - Just help him.
I'm trying to do the best I can.
Please, stay calm! I'm not a fucking doctor.
Just keep your hand there.
Get us to that hospital right now!
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Hey, where's my car?
You said there'll be a car here.
Look, yeah, it's there, look!
Ah!
Hey! Hey!
This is the guy that killed Walter Lutulu!
He's all yours now.
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
Ah!
- Zero, how bad do you want this guy? - Badly.
Yeah, I thought you said that. Shit.
- (GUN FIRING) - Oi!
Stop! Stop! Back off. Back off.
Back off. Back off.
You! Back the fuck off!
- Back off right now. - (GROANS)
Back off! I said back off!
- Stand up. Oi! Stand up. - (FIRES GUN)
(GROANING)
This way, come here! This way.
Back!
Whatever Knox is planning, it is definitely starting here.
Come here.
Zero.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Okay. Move. Let's move forward, come on.
LILIAN: Help us!
SCOTT: Medic. I need a fucking medic. LILIAN: Help us, please!
SCOTT: Doctor! I need a doctor!
LILIAN: My father!
SCOTT: You a doctor? Get out there!
Come here!
You! Over here!
Quickly!
- Who's the fucking doctor? You? - Yes.
LILIAN: Don't leave me!
On three.
Two, three.
LILIAN: Be careful.
DOCTOR: All right, I'm going to need more monitors.
Get me a VP and pulse shots, immediately.
Call surgicals. Tell them I need to...
Try the door.
Go.
Come here! Get in here! Get in here!
Stay down! Stay there!
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HUFFS)
(GUN CLICKS)