Get out!
Check the back of the house.
(sums COOKED)
Ester!
Agh!
(TRANSLATION FROM ARABIC)
(SOPHIA WHIMPERS)
(ESTER SCREAMS)
Get off me! Let me go! Get off!
Where's your father?
(SPITS)
Spit in my face?!
Where is he?
Put her in the car.
- (SIGHS) - Let go! Let me go! Get off me!
OK, Sophia, it's time to talk.
(# THE HEAVY: Short Change Hero)
# Now, I can't see where you comin' from
# But I know just what you runnin' from
# And what matters ain't the who's baddest
# But the ones who stop you fall/n' from your ladder
# When you feel like you're fee/in' now
# Doin' things just to please your crowd
# When I love you like the way I love you
# Yeah, and I suffer But I ain't gon' cut you cos
# This ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero
# To call home
# This ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero
# To call home. #
Leatherby has my daughter.
He has Ester.
You stood in my home, you made a promise?
- Yeah. - Well, I need your help.
You get her out for me.
Whatever you think of me, Ester's the one true thing I have left
- and I wasn't there for her. - Kamali,
we said we had your back and we meant it.
Now you need to let us do that. You are no use to us dead.
Leo...l swear to you that we'll bring her home.
OK.
Colonel...
we're gonna go and get his daughter back.
Then I'll need something from you.
- Anything. - You know this place better than
anyone else. Sophia Abboud is the only lead we have.
Our only chance to find out what Al-Zuhari's planning -
find me Dalton.
- Does your father love you, Sophia? - Of course.
You know he's been giving financial aid to Al-Zuhari,
and you know about the atrocity Al-Zuhari staged in Jordan last year.
Politics does not interest me.
The victims of that Jordan attack, they weren'tjust US military personnel-
they were women and children...
Muslims too.
They're your people, Sophia.
Your father gave you a message to give to Al Zuhari, didn't he?
- Why have you put me here? - He's using you.
Manipulating you.
It's not love.
- You're a pawn. - And you...
What are you?
Are you even a woman?
You have a husband? Children?
Anyone?
Who are you?
You talk to me about love, but who loves you?
- Who do you love? - Enough!
It's simple.
You find Dalton, you call me, we bring her in.
Leo, don't worry about Ester.
Do you believe in God?
Because if you do, you should pray
that your father very quickly comes to understand
and accept the cost of betrayal.
Life's not fair, is it?
Someone always gets left behind.
Once upon a time it was me
and this time...
...it's you.
You feel sorry for her, don't you?
That's why I keep you around - to remind me of howl used to feel.
So we let Kamali have his daughter back and he gives us the diamonds?
Kamali fucked with me. He's mine.
You...
You find me some other men.
OK. OK.
- Every English man has his castle, huh? - Yeah, but he's Scottish.
There's a difference?
Yeah, the Scots like to fight and eat deep-fried Mars bars
and the English are never wrong about anything.
His compound's 18 klicks east of here.
- Security? - Up to 20. Hired guns.
The guy doesn't do subtle, huh?
What is it, Mike?
You thinking about Dalton?
Yeah, a bit.
Yeah, in my eyes, dude, Locke made the right choice.
She had it coming, she's fucking psycho.
Problem I'm having is that nobody recognised it until it was too late.
Well, we did, but what can we do, you know?
No, not us. The suits at the top.
Yeah.
They always want their pound of flesh, don't they?
Just to make sure, Richmond, Kim, you're taking sniper positions on the roof.
Scott and I are going to grab Ester and head for the exfil.
If anyone has a chance to grab Leatherby,
we use him to get intel on the Abboud woman.
- Copy that. - Roger that.
How's the hand?
It hurts.
I'm sorry.
These things happen.
I said I'm fucking sorry, didn't I?
Thank you.
Thank you for pulling me from the car.
Thank you.
You know...
...sometimes I wish you had the guts to fucking hate me.
Where's the girl?
(HE SPEAKS ARABIC)
- What did he say? - I think he said, "No English."
Yeah? See that?
(HE CRIES OUT)
Where's the girl?
- I'll take you there. - Thought so.
You should consider teaching English as a Second Language, mate.
I am.
Hey, Ester, come here.
Now, put this on you. All right?
It's a little bit sweaty.
Slip into that. Sorry it's a bit big. It's not made for kids...
usually fat Americans.
Target acquired.
- Two seconds, Mike. - (SILENCED GUNSHOT)
Bravo one and two heading for exfil now.
Mike...
I have Leatherby.
- Repeat, I have Leatherby. - Fuck.
Let's take him with us.
Pm coming to you.
- Roger. - Copy that.
On your ten.
- Coming to you. - Go on. Move, move!
Come over here.
Over there, over there. Mike!
Set.
Get in the fucking car, you fucking idiot!
(PHONE RINGS)
- Hello? - Commander, I need a favour.
Of course. Of course.
Ahmed! (HE CALLS OUT ORDERS IN ARABIC)
OK, OK!
First firefight, huh?
You kicked ass, kid.
- (SHE LAUGHS) - Well done.
Thank you.
- All of you, thank you very much though. - Look what you did, you made him blush!
Fuck off. I mean, knock it off.
- Knock it off, I said. - Excuse him.
You'll find Sergeant Scott has a very limited vocabulary.
Zero, this is Bravo one.
We have the primary package, but Leatherby is very much in play. Over.
Zero. Roger, Bravo One.
Anything from Kamali and Major Dalton?
No word from Kamali yet, sir.
You are crazy! I told you I don't know anything.
What are you doing?
(SHE PANTS)
What's the message, Sophia?
(SHE BREATHS HEAVILY) No.
- No? - No, there is...
There is no message.
- There is no message. - No message?
Last chance, Sophia.
(WHIMPERING) No.
No.
- Looks like we're in Hezbollah territory. - No kidding.
- Someone hung the bunting out. - No, it's a welcoming committee.
- Shit. - Roadblock.
- Shit. - Heads up, we've got company.
- (GUNFIRE) - Coming at us on the left.
- Yeah, they're Hezbollah all right. - Fuck!
- Ester, get in the back for me, please. - We've got them on our left.
- Right behind us. - Guessing they're friends of Leatherby's.
- On our six. - And more on our nine.
Apartment block on our six, aim for that.
Copy that.
Go, go, go!
- You all right? - Yes.
Zero, this is Bravo team. Yeah, we ran into
a Hezbollah roadblock and lost our ride.
Zero, Roger.
It looks like Hezbollah's jamming our visuals,
but we'll continue to monitor their comms.
Keep comms open at all times.
Shit. It's Leatherby. Come on, let's get out of here.
- Let's find an exit. - Hey, you come with me.
- Yeah, move. - Let's go.
Ladies, you stay here, we'll be right back.
Copy that.
This is British Special Forces, they'll be monitoring Hezbollah comms.
Find me the channel.
No!
No! No!
(SOPHIA SCREAMS)
What's the message, Sophia?
- There is no message. - No?
- Then this is how it's going to be. - No!
No! No!
OK.
Why, Sophia, would you do this for Al Zuhari?
Please.
(SHE SPEAKS IN ARABIC)
(SHE BREATHES HEAVILY)
You say that it's Al Zuhari that is a monster.
A butcher, a fanatic.
But you know nothing about him.
So why don't you tell me?
Al Zuhari is kind, generous...
...and gentle.
Who are you?
I am Al Zuhari's wife.
He's here, isn't he?
He brought you to meet him.
Kill me.
I will never tell you.
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
Kamali.
You've been in Beirut for three months.
I've known your every move. This is my world.
Locke sent me.
Where is the woman?
She's here.
- I want to help you. - You...
can help me?
We both want the same thing.
And what is that exactly?
To find Al Zuhari.
To stop him.
She's his wife.
Then she is the key, you were right.
Rachel, for what it's worth, let me speak to her.
Gun.
Phone.
Can I?
Be my guest.
The Sophia Abboud file, sir.
LEATHERBY: You're a long way from Hereford.
Get me a voice on that channel.
Sir.
Leatherby?
Who is this?
This is Philip Locke.
The Philip Locke I've heard so much about?
I always thought you were an overrated little fucking dwarf, myself.
Yes, possibly.
But I wasn't the one captured by Saddam's weekend warriors, was I?
Let my boys go, James.
They're just out there doing their job.
You have my word,
when I'm done, I will carve out their hearts and send them back
marked “for your attention“.
These boys won't beat the clock...
- Phil. - Don't count on it.
Oh, my God.
We're going to head for the roof and look for an exit there, yeah?
- Let's do it. - Let's move.
Yeah, moving.
I'll have a peek left here, right?
You ready?
Go, go, go, go!
Ester, stand there.
I said stay over there, kid.
So, is my dad some kind of spy?
Get down.
That's the kind of question you should ask him.
Do you have a family?
Yeah.
Had some parents. In separate states.
Which is great for the family.
I got a couple of brothers.
They're idiots.
No, I meant, of your own.
You ask a lot of questions, huh, kid.
- You got a cigarette? - Didn't get to the shop today.
Oh.
LOCKE: Zero, over.
Yes, this is Bravo One. Come in.
What's your position?
Well, right now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard Scot.
Well, it looks like Hezbollah has locked down the whole of Deir.
You know if there was anything we could do...
Yeah, I understand.
Be advised, new intel on Sophie Abboud.
- She's Al Zuhari's wife. - Shit.
You fucking kidding me?
Do you have a location on Dalton yet?
That's a negative.
If she's broken Abboud,
she'll be heading for wherever that woman was meant to be taken.
And...?
And Leatherby's the only other person who knows where that's at.
That's a Roger.
And, Bravo One...
let's get that address from Leatherby.
Out.
Up on the roof.
(HE SPEAKS ARABIC)
What are we waiting for? Let's kill those bastards, huh?
All right, boys, this is where it ends.
We have done with hope and honour.
Mike!
Ester, come with me.
We are lost to love and truth.
- Fuck! - What is it?
God have mercy...
OK, you're OK.
...on such as we.
Ester!
Let's go.
Come on, let's go. Keep down.
I am not leaving my lads out there.
- Let's move. - Yes, sir.
Go!
Keep your head down.
- Scott! On me! - Come on, come on.
- Go, go, go! - Changing.
- Fuck! - Mikey!
Thanks.
De nada.
- Move. - OK.
Down here, over here! Get down!
Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him. That's Leatherby's boyfriend.
How about we go over there and take him alive,
force his sugar daddy to tell us where he took the woman.
- Yeah, Roger that. - Ester, stay with the girls, all right?
- Yeah. - Behave for them.
Moving.
(GUNFIRE)
This is Zero. Bravo One, we're on our way.
Hands up.
Come here, come here.
It's great, it's OK.
I... It's OK, I can help you.
I can help you.
Oi, Braveheart!
We need to talk.
Does this belong to you? Huh?
Give me 'IO minutes.
All right.
Sophia, you have to tell this woman what you know.
(HE WHISPERS IN ARABIC)
Were you to meet Al Zuhari?
Ssh-ssh!
I'll leave you to think about it.
What did you say to her?
That I'd let her get out of here.
She'll never tell us where Al Zuhari is, but if we let her escape,
she will lead us to him.
What do you want?
Free ride home? Hm?
Even if I walk away, Hezbollah still want you dead.
We just need an address from you, that's it.
Where were you taking Sophia Abboud?
You think I give a shit about him?
You're here, aren't you?
Why are you...here?
For Queen and country?
Huh?
Truth is, you're here for the same reason I am -
our dirty little secret.
This is great fucking fun, eh?
Eh'?
Try telling that to the old dear
standing next to you in the queue in the supermarket.
You never feel more fucking alive
than the moment that you're killing another human being.
You speak for yourself.
Oh, come on! Come on! You're a smart lad.
You know you're out here killing for oil, dollars and dividends,
it's just easier to pretend otherwise. And then,
and then when you've bled out in some fucking shithole like this,
and you will, and they don't bother turning up for your funeral,
they'll just post your family, if you've got one,
a fucking medal.
A fucking medal!
Second class.
They never came back for you, did they?
That's what all this is about, isn't it?
Yeah, I understand,
but you're still not going to let me kill your boy here.
- James... - Hey, don't whine like a girl.
- Please... - Be a man.
- Make a choice. - Shut the fuck up.
- You'd better fuckin' convince them! - James, just look at me. Don't...
- Shut the fuck up! - James...
- please... - Make a choice.
...don't let them do this.
- James, James... - Make him look at you.
- ...don't let them do this. - Make him look at you.
James, James...
- (SOUND LEVEL DECREASES) - ...look at me, please.
(SPEECH IS MUTED)
Seven.
Seven...
...rue...Eville.
- (WHISPERS) Good work. - Zero, d'you copy that? Seven,
rue Eville, 7 rue Eville.
Go on, walk.
You fuckin' traitor!
Fuck!
It's OK, come with me. Let's go.
I'll see you in hell, soldier.
What the fuck you got there?
Mike, what the fuck is that?
Zero, this is Bravo Two...
Braveheart and his boyfriend KIA.
We' re headed back to you now. D'you copy that address, 7 rue Eville?
Roger.
On the road now.
Radio your exfil and we'll pick you up en route. Out.
(TURNS OFF ENGINE)
(CHILDREN SHOUT IN THE DISTANCE)
You've done it.
He's here, Rachel.
Dalton.
Loopy. Where are you, Rachel?
We're at rue Eville.
Sit tight and observe only.
Stay on open channel we're on our way.
- Dalton's at rue Eville. Let's move! - Move!
- Get the girl back to the Crib! - Get in the car,
- get in the car! - Right, Scott, you're with me!
Yeah, go. Go, go, go!
(DOOR CREAKS)
Sophia!
You've come a long way.
Where's my husband?
He couldn't be here, but he told me to tell you...
he's truly sorry.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
I heard a shot inside.
Rachel, get out of that house now.
Get out of that house now, Rachel.
Too late.
Shit!
Goddammit!
(WHISPERS) Sorry.
(GROWLING)
(BARKING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
Agh!
Agh! Damn!
Shit!
You know my face.
Do you?
From all those
Special Branch files, right?
What are you, a soldier?
Well, Brit, this one's for my brother.
(SCREAMS)
(YELLS)
- Fuck, did you hear that'?! - ( TYRES SCREECH)
McKenna.
So here is how it ends.
I'm famous...
and you're done.
Fuck!
- (GUNSHOT) - LOCKE: Shit!
STONEBRIDGE: Go right.
(GROANS)
She's gone.
I was too late.
Behind that wall!
LOCKE: Whatever Sophia was carrying, she took it.
STONEBRIDGE: Who'?
Mairead McKenna...Real IRA.
What?! What the fuck is the Real IRA doing in the middle of this?
I don't know, but that was her voice on comms.
She was right.
(SHUTS CASE)
- Hey! - God, are you all right?
(GROANS)
I'm fine.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
- I love you. - I love you too, Dad.
- We're gonna go. - Wait, um...
...you'd, um, make an all-right dad too.
- Really? - (LAUGHS)
You're a pretty good kid.
We're done.
It's all good.
(GASPS)
What is this? A pebble?
Oh, fuck! It's not a pebble. That would be one very expensive pebble.
That is an uncut diamond.
- Really? - Really.
- How much? - It's enough for you to get home...
...get out of trouble.
Why are you doing this for me?
Dunno.
Probably because you want to get home and see your family...
...fix things.
And if I want to say thank you?
Well...
...begin with this.
(KATYA LAUGHS)
And that is not a girl's name.
It's my hotel.
Don't eat that.
Not good for you.
(SHOWER RUNS)
(SIGHS)
(DISTANT RADIO COMMENTARY)
(GROANS)
(TRANSLATION FROM RUSSIAN)
I was thinking, what the fuck do we do after all this, you know?
- Are you talking about a get-out plan? - I suppose.
Almost died out there cos of her.
Now look...no matter how crazy she was,
I have to believe she did some things for the right reasons.
- Really? Like getting Baxter killed? - No. No.
She did end up like him, though, and Leatherby.
- Maybe he was right. - What?
You know, Leatherby - we're all heading
for the same place. The only thing that changes is when we get there.
- (CHUCKLES) - Fuck it, it's not like I've got
- a great retirement anyway. - Oh, come on.
Dunno about that.
(DIAMONDS RATTLE)
- Shit. - Did you hand yours in already?
Er...
Took that as a no. Nice work, Sergeant Stonebridge.
Yeah, well, if I did, they might start asking questions, like,
- "Were there any others?" - Right, so you just didn't hand 'em in...
- (PHONE RINGS) - ...to protect me?
Yeah, I'm protecting you, you're my mate.
- Yeah, that makes me feel much better. - (DOOR LOCK RELEASES)
STONEBRIDGE: Uh-huh.
Yeah.
We're on it. Shit!
- What did they say? - They spotted McKenna
on a CCTV camera at the airport. She's heading for Budapest.
(TRANSLATION FROM RUSSIAN)
# Now, I can't see where you comin' from
# But I know just what you runnin' from
# And what matters
# Ain't the who's baddest
# But the ones who stop you
# Fallin' from your ladder cos
# This ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero
# To call home
# This ain't no place for no hero
# This ain't no place for no better man
# This ain't no place for no hero
# To call home. #