We are ready.
Any doubts over the intention of General Akmal Ramiz
to run for President of Pakistan were apparently laid to rest today.
He announced in Islamabad that he'll resign from the army,
suggesting he intends to stand as a civilian
in the forthcoming election.
The Pakistani army has no interest in political control.
We are the servants of the people, not its masters.
That is why I have made this decision.
General Ramiz's announcement
is expected to be welcomed by many of the western leaders
attending the world Security Summit in Budapest.
The stability of Pakistan, which has nuclear weapons,
is high on the summit's agenda.
General Ramiz is not going to the summit,
but he had this message for the delegates there...
Pakistan must be a powerful nation.
Pakistan must be a prosperous nation.
But Pakistan must also be a peaceful nation.
We shall be watching events in Budapest with great interest.
I would like to reassure all the leaders attending
that the west has nothing to fear
from a secure, peaceful and prosperous Pakistan.
Hey, thought you looked a little lonely.
You have no idea.
Well, there were two protestors killed here during riots...
Get on top of me.
That's it.
Did you get room service?
No?
Check that.
Call the Colonel.
Need a location on Colonel Grant.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Huh. Yeah?
I've been trying to reach you.
I just... I just...
Never mind.
What, did you come here to show me a file?
No. No. I, um...
Just make sure you're contactable.
All right? You're still on duty.
Grant.
We've decrypted John Allen's file.
So...
That's cheeky.
Attacking your enemy when his defences are down.
We could have this every day.
I know.
Section 20's no place for a father.
This isn't a joke, Michael.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Don't pick that up.
I have to.
Stonebridge.
Mmm-hmm. Yeah, I'll be there.
You have to choose, Michael.
It's them or us.
Talk about this when I get back.
We've recovered the communications log on John Allen's PDA.
What did we get?
Not as much as we hoped.
Certainly not whatever he was passing on to Latif.
But we do know they were communicating.
So we checked the IP signatures on every email sent and received.
Most of them are clean.
All except this one...
which, as you can see, has been bounced more than a Greek government cheque.
But it originated here, Southern Russia,
in a remote part of the province of Chechnya.
Near the home town of this woman.
Dr Irina Mullova.
She's a surgeon by profession and an Islamic Chechen separatist.
- Wasn't she after your organ, mate? - Right.
According to Stonebridge, Mullova and Latif left Kosovo together.
We have to assume Latif is at that location with her.
This is our geo-stationary satellite image
of the exact location of your IP address.
Great. It's another road in another forest.
That's what we thought.
But this is an image we recorded before dawn.
So, where are they going? What is that?
Go to thermal imaging.
There's a bunker under the trees.
Your target is the bunker 25 clicks north of the Georgian border
where we believe Latif is located.
You're going in with Georgian Special Forces.
Be aware, you're entering hostile territory
controlled by the Chechen guerrilla army.
Since our surveillance started eight people have entered this building.
None of those eight have left.
Whatever or whoever you find inside I want recovered or killed.
Copy that.
Go! Go!
Colonel, this mission is an incursion
into Russian sovereign territory...
I'm aware of that.
It is my duty to remind you,
if this goes wrong,
we could be committing what amounts to an act of war!
An act of war by Latif is precisely what I'm trying to stop!
Zero this is Alpha One. In position. Visual on target.
Copy that.
Standby.
Grenade!
- Entering building. - Copy that.
- Clear! - Clear!
Left.
- Zero, we have stairs going down. - Copy that, understood.
Go left.
- Clear left. - Clear.
Zero, this is Alpha One. We have what appears to be a...
Alpha One, please repeat.
Comm is difficult.
We have what appears to be a communications bunker.
Incoming.
Alpha! Alpha!
The building is clear.
Shit! They're gone!
Did you hear that? They're gone!
You're looking down on this place, right?
So tell me how the all-seeing eye doesn't catch them running away?
- Sinclair! - What the hell is that?
Oi, Scott! Come here.
- Did you get that Sinclair? - Shit!
- Hey! - What?
Give me a hand moving this. Towards you, yeah?
Go.
Shit. Zero, this is Alpha One.
We have another exit...
- What did he say? - Not sure.
Alpha One, please repeat.
Going down.
You all right there?
Booby trap!
Go, go, go!
Alpha One, Alpha Two? This is Zero, do you copy?
Over.
Zero, this is Alpha Two, do you copy?
- Door's jammed. - Shit!
- Sinclair, can you read me? - There's nothing.
I'm not picking anything up on my comm.
Guess we've got no choice, pal. Go that way.
Colonel.
This is the signal for the Georgian commandos.
It's flatlined, the comms are completely dead.
This is Stonebridge and Scott.
Now the signal is weak but it's still there.
Keep trying.
Go left. Left.
Clear left.
You ever wonder if there's anyone not trying to kill us?
I prefer not to think about it.
That's funny. I think about it all the time.
I know John certainly did.
What are you talking about?
Come on. You know.
- Going right. - Going right.
- Look. - Right.
- We both know Porter had his suspicions. - "He had his suspicions"?
He fucking knew.
- Go through the door now. - Yeah, open the bloody door.
Oh. Going down.
I've worked with these people for years.
Yeah?
I've had to trust them.
Why? Porter didn't.
He worked it out, he got killed for it.
John was given up by Allen, remember?
- No, he wasn't. - What are you on about?
Allen told me at Kosovo just before he died.
He had nothing to do with Porter.
You believed him?
In my experience people don't usually lie before they die.
You think this is one big wine cellar?
I'm willing to bet it doesn't end in a gift shop.
- Going left. - Right.
Holy shit. What is this place?
Major?
What have you got?
I went back to the thermal image and found these dark spots in the forest
that just seem odd.
Can you enlarge?
What the fuck is that?
All right, so Allen didn't give up Porter.
It doesn't mean Section 20 did.
You and I promised to watch each others' back
and we're still alive.
That's got to count for something, right?
Yeah.
But that's not gonna count for much longer, is it?
Going left.
What are you getting at?
Come on.
You must have had that talk with Kerry.
What talk?
"Soldier vs. Daddy" talk?
How the hell do you know about that?
Oh, come on!
You think you're the first soldier to be in this predicament?
All right. What should I do?
You're seriously asking me?
I'm seriously asking you.
I'm seriously touched.
In my opinion though,
you're seriously fucked.
You son of a bitch.
- Go. - You're such an arsehole.
Yeah. But you love me.
Leutnant Schekter. Thank you for coming out here.
Sorry I had to re-arrange.
- Circumstances. - Of course.
And a certain penchant for the dramatic, I think.
I'd like to know why you slept with Damien Scott again.
I enjoyed it the first time, so I went back for more.
You were sent in to make a psychological appraisal of my man.
"My man".
Interesting expression.
To consort with him outside of those parameters is entirely...
I fuck who I like.
You know, maybe it's you who needs an appraisal.
Excuse me?
I mean why, when you could so easily have ordered someone else to do it,
did you knock on his door yourself?
But then,
I don't think I need a psychology degree to work that one out.
Tell Damien I'll call him...
Do you hear that?
Sounds like a genny.
Going right.
Colonel, we found something.
This dark patch in the forest
signifies cold air coming from deep under the ground.
The spots are at regular intervals, approximately 30 metres apart.
I think we're looking at some kind of structure.
Can we get a computer projection?
- I'll see what I can do. - Thank you.
- Going left. - Going left.
Clear left.
Want a pay raise?
Suitcase full of cash.
Talk to me.
Got a shitload of blank passports.
All right. Move it.
Let's go. Go right.
Go.
Scott, look at this.
Jackpot. It's VX.
Cheers.
Look at this little guy.
Looks like a bomb to me.
That looks like a bomb to me.
Figure that's C4 in the middle?
Could be.
Major, Colonel, I finished the projection.
Oh, my God.
Must be at least 50 kilometres of tunnel.
That's got to be some kind of abandoned facility
left over from the Soviet era.
My guess is it was used to house nuclear or chemical materials.
Look, I found a way out.
Awesome. Time to play dress up.
Amen.
- Black and green. - Cheers.
Alpha One, Alpha Two, this is Zero, are you receiving?
Hey, sports fans, we're back.
Get a fix on comms.
Alpha One, this is Zero, are you receiving?
Receiving loud and clear.
Can you give me a sitrep?
Standby. Clearing rooms.
Shit.
Zero, this is Alpha One.
We found some sort of lab underground.
Evidence of VX and possible means of dissemination.
I'm uploading photos right now.
I think I liked it better down there.
Oh, shit.
Confirm. Receiving uploads now.
I need an LZ for a chopper evac.
Tell the Georgians to standby.
Location is 2.7 clicks northeast of target building.
Satellite image coming online.
Let's go!
Clear, go, go, go!
Going left.
Shit.
Zero, we have two vehicles leaving the site!
Seven people on board. Possibly one woman.
Is it Mullova?
Cannot confirm.
Tracking vehicles heading northeast.
Understood.
Colonel, the Georgians will not wait, we must evacuate now.
No.
Gentlemen, I need you to find some transport.
I want you in pursuit.
Come on, mate.
In pursuit.
Alpha One, this is Zero.
Tracked cars to Pentnogorsk, seven clicks northeast of position.
Roger that.
Come on.
You want me to push?
Targets are entering the building now.
Have you secured a vehicle yet?
Look at that!
What is Latif doing in that building?
You don't know that he is in that building.
What we do know is that the Chechens are poor, radicalised Muslims
fighting a vicious separatist war.
If there's one thing this place has plenty of,
it's potential suicide bombers.
He says he is proud to offer himself as a true son of Chechnya
in the fight against the infidel.
Scott, pull up here. Those are the vehicles.
Zero, this is Alpha Two. We're at the target location now.
Sitrep?
There's two armed guards on the door, unknown number of men on the inside.
Place is crawling with civilians. You copy?
Alpha One & Alpha Two, are you in position to engage?
- Roger that. - Standby.
Hold position.
What do you think you're doing?
If this goes wrong, if civilians are killed,
this could trigger a full-blown international shit-storm!
You are not in the field!
And you're not listening, Colonel.
We all know Latif made a fool of this section in Delhi.
You cannot let that cloud your judgement.
The risks of launching an assault...
We're in the business of risks, Major.
Risks are what real soldiers have to take.
What the hell are we waiting for?
Stand by. Awaiting orders.
- Oh. - There you go.
Oh, she likes you.
But you know what? I'd just end up breaking her heart.
Don't think I'm cut out for marriage.
How would you know if you haven't tried?
How do you know I haven't?
No thanks, sweetie.
- No thank you. - Not interested, honey.
Fuck off! Go on, fuck offski!
Hey, hey, hey!
Jesus Christ!
That was smooth.
I speak Prostitute, dude.
Come on, we're sitting here like a T-ball,
waiting for someone to take a swing.
Even the chance that Latif is in that building
and in possession of VX is reason enough to engage.
I will not retreat now
to find out what Project Dawn is on the 10:00 news!
Gentlemen, you may engage.
Good.
Contact! Contact!
Scott!
- Just get in! Move! - Jesus Christ!
Find an LZ for immediate evac.
The Georgians are refusing to come back in.
I'll deal with them. You help Scott and Stonebridge.
Grenade! Move, move, move!
Shit!
We count multiple armed hostiles in pursuit,
I repeat multiple armed hostiles in pursuit.
Keep moving, Scott! Keep moving!
Stonebridge! Move, move!
You get them out of there now
or I will call every Russian news station
and tell them exactly who took us in in the first place.
Shit!
I got hit!
Alpha One, Alpha Two, confirm your position.
Position is we are fucked!
Taking fire from two sides!
Ammo changing!
Michael, there's a door on our rear!
Cover me!
Cover me! Moving, moving, moving!
Move, Scott!
- Michael! - Move!
Coming to you!
No good, buddy! No good!
On me! On me!
Michael, move!
Fuck!
Hostiles approaching east flank.
Grenade!
What...
Motherfucker!
I have three hostiles flanking west side of building.
- On it. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Shit.
Look out!
Fuck!
- Scott! - Yeah?
- On me. - Coming to you.
- Clear, westside. - Fuck me!
Major?
The Georgians are en route. ETA, five minutes.
Which way?
47-10 north, 19-3 east.
Shut up, Sinclair! Which fucking way?
Straight ahead, turn right, then left!
Thank you!
Michael, move!
Changing!
Move, move, move!
Move, Scott!
Move, move, move.
Jesus Christ!
Ammo changing!
Go, go, go.
Where the fuck is our evac?
Standby on ETA.
I'm out. Sidearm.
How many of these guys do you think we can take before we're fucked?
- More than you. - Fuck you!
- Hey, Scott! - Yeah?
Were you really married?
Are you fucking serious?
On board! Go go!
Fucking hell!
Okay, thank you.
May I?
It's safe to handle. The detonator's been disconnected.
Okay, thank you.
It's basically a container for highly-pressurised, liquid VX.
It's made almost entirely of pyrex, ceramic and carbon fibre.
The central explosive core is a form of PETN.
Similar to what the shoe-bomber was carrying.
It's powerful, hard to detect and extremely volatile.
Michael thought he was carrying C4.
I know. This is far less stable than that.
Don't drop it then, Sinclair.
If this had taken a stray bullet...
It's all right. Stonebridge was carrying it.
- Even the best get lucky. - Yeah, yeah.
- Scott? - Yeah?
I looked into Trojan Horse.
Yeah?
I couldn't find anything
except Porter mentioned it in his last report from Lahore.
Who else would have seen that report?
Aside from the Colonel?
By siphoning off the liquid gas and putting it in smaller canisters.
That's what I'd do.
Got it.
Thanks. Gotta go.
How much damage could it do?
I've created a projection. Worst case scenario.
If this device were to go off as an uncontained blast,
in perfect conditions: No wind, no obstacles,
in somewhere like Trafalgar Square...
Pleasant thought.
There would be an instant radial spread of vaporised gas
from the centre of the blast.
Within the first 65 metres,
anyone enveloped in the vapour cloud will be killed instantly.
As the cloud disseminates to 80 metres
there will be irreparable damage to lungs and liver,
third degree burning, blindness...
Death's inevitable.
Up to 100 meters, providing there's a perfect spread,
it's long term organ damage.
Death is highly probable.
If this device goes off in a crowd or an enclosed area,
such as a subway system, the casualties would be...
- Significant. - To say the least.
Michael.
There is nothing left to discuss about our future,
as a couple and as a family.
I can no longer wait around for you to make up your mind.
Your choice is simple.
Either continue to risk your life
or come home and be a father and a husband.
I love you.
Kerry.
I'm sorry.
What's so funny?
I just feel happy.
I feel, uh...
I feel...
You know what?
Never mind.
I understand you.
Sex is an important release if you are under pressure.
Yeah.
Suffering stress at work?
Yes, I am.
For example?
Like, your boss doesn't understand you?
She definitely doesn't.
Let's face it. Colonel Eleanor Grant is a total bitch.
She is.
But how the fuck would you know that?
This was one of a stolen, numbered batch of blank passports.
We've got ever airport and transport hub covered.
If any of the associated passport numbers come up,
it should flag up on our system within the hour.
I risk my life for you day in and day out and this is the thanks I get?
What?
You sent someone... You ordered someone to fuck me
to see if I'm the one spilling your goddamn secrets!
I'm perfectly entitled to assess whether I can trust you.
You got fucking nerve, lady.
- Scott... - Michael, stay the fuck out of this.
I'll give you a tip.
Stop looking for the dirt on me
and start looking for a breach in your own section.
- Make your point, soldier. - I'm making my fucking point.
Then what's your evidence?
I'm your fucking evidence, lady!
The only reason I'm standing here
is because somebody compromised you on Porter
and sold him down the river.
- So where is this breach? - I don't know. You tell me, Sinclair.
Where's the breach coming from?
That's enough, Mr Scott.
Face the facts, Colonel.
I don't mind the odds being stacked against me but this is bullshit!
Sergeant, we have a hit.
Passport scanned entering Poland.
Main screen.
We have our first target.
Past immigration at Krakow Airport 57 minutes ago.
Oi!
What, so you're just walking out now?
Just sick of the shit, Michael.
I mean, why are you even here when you could be at home.
- No, I'm not talking about that. - I am.
I've got no one at home to answer to. You do.
No, I don't. She left.
That fucking sucks.
So why don't you go fight for her instead of fighting for them?
Because we have to finish this first, that's why.
Michael, you got a chance to build a life together
instead of leaving behind a trail of dead bodies.
Only a fucking idiot wouldn't take that chance.
I can't leave the section now.
Well, than, you're a fucking idiot.
Jesus! Would you stop being so selfish!
Stop talking about Scott for five seconds!
I'm not. I'm talking about you.
Project Dawn, VX gas, is any of that ringing a bell in your head, mate?
Huh?
I can't pretend that that doesn't exist
and just go out there and play happy fucking family
hoping that it's someone else's kids that get blown up.
Listen.
We have to stop Latif.
We have to find out who set Porter up.
Now whether or not we do it or we get killed in the process,
we have to finish this together.
I need you back in there with me.
What was that last bit?
You what?
I need you back in there with me.
I complete you, don't I?
You complete me, that's right.
We have a hit on another missing passport.
It was used to enter Bratislava Airport less than an hour ago.
That's our second target.
And the same specific credit card that paid for the flights
was also used to hire a van in Krakow.
We need the license plates of that vehicle. Can you get it?
Mmm-hmm.
Krakow, Bratislava. Why those two cities?
International protestors descending on the city.
Jessica Reid, our security correspondent,
is live for us in Budapest.
Security Summit. Get the news report on the big screen please.
Well, as you can see, things are quiet now
- but with the Summit delegates... - Oh, God.
I want you to hack into every security camera
within 100 mile radius of Budapest.
Get me the head of Hungarian security.
Roger that.
Thank you very much for your report, Colonel.
We will act on any sighting of these men.
But I can assure you the summit is absolutely watertight.
Mr Laszlo, can I stress that we believe Latif is planning an imminent attack...
Colonel, do you have any evidence that Latif is actually in the city?
Not yet.
We are on the highest security level this city has ever seen.
We are prepared for every eventuality, so once again, I thank you,
but you will kindly leave Hungarian authorities to do their job.
I want a crib set up in Budapest by dawn.
No disclosure outside this section.
- Colonel. - Okay, you heard the Colonel.
I want everything de-rigged and ready for transport within the hour.
- Comm relays are in position. - Okay.
I want to make this clear.
I will tolerate no further insubordination.
- Understood? - Yeah.
Thank you.
Julia.
Yesterday evening, we had positive hits on two cameras.
At 20:00 the target man was spotted
at the intersection of the M31 and the M3.
At 20:09 the M31 and Route3 heading South-West.
No further hits anywhere along this ring road,
which means they must still be somewhere in the Kerepes district.
Sergeant.
We're waiting for our geostationary satellite to come up.
What have you got?
In the meantime, we're piggy-backing an ESA satelite feed
to triangulate the area.
I think we found the van.
Here's the location info.
It's at an abandoned clinic on the outskirts of Kerepes.
We're gonna lose the satellite feed in 30 minutes.
- I want you both out there now. - On it.
Drive.
Good work.
Using satellite telemetry in ten seconds.
Three, two, one.
Shit.
Blind on visuals.
Just you and me, mate.
Eh, just the way I like it.
Vehicle leaving site.
- Registration? - Negative.
Everything's finished.
Shit!
Michael!
What the fuck are you doing?
Fuck!
I'm sorry, Colonel, still no response.
Try them again.
Scott, Stonebridge, this is 20, please respond. Over.
We've been trying to get a hold of you for the past 20 minutes.
Why the fuck did you go off comms?
Where's Stonebridge?
Why isn't he...