KAMALI: I am here to deliver this message.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Al-Zuhari will bring down a vengeance upon the West.
(GUNSHOT)
(BODY FALLS)
This is Kamali's executioner.
Qassem Namazi, al-Zuhari's top enforcer,
and infamous for his inventive use of torture.
Well, there's nothing inventive about that, is there?
True, but we have to assume they tortured Kamali and that he broke,
giving al-Zuhari intel he can use against us.
I don't believe that.
CCTV shows Qassem Namazi at Moscow airport this morning,
catching a flight to Berlin.
Al-Zuhari will be looking for retribution against anyone connected with Kamali.
- And his family. - LOCKE: Yeah.
Al-Zuhari will be after them too. It's his MO.
- They're gonna go after Ester. - He's here for her.
She's at school outside the city.
Let's go get her.
LOCKE: OK, protect the girl and bring her in, but we must stay on mission.
Qassem is our best chance of finding the virus.
This is what we're up against.
It's a genetically engineered smallpox with an infection rate that is terrifying.
If it's released into a populated area...
(MONITOR BEEPING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
We don't have a vaccine and there is no known cure.
We need all the intel we can get.
(BEEPING)
Sir? They're into the Moscow crib.
Kamali must have told them.
(ALARM BEEPING)
You know what to do. Secure Ester and bring me a live one.
Preferably Qassem. I need to know how and when they're gonna use this weapon.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Colonel, and these guys?
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(RINGING)
No longer a threat.
(# 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 fallin' from your ladder
# When you feel like you're feelin' now
# And 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. #
(SHE SHIVERS)
- What is he doing? - What's necessary.
We know your involvement at the lab, Dr Valigny,
and we know you're all vaccinated.
And we need that vaccine.
(GASPING)
It will take you months to extract it from my blood.
Anyone infected with the strain they're using will be dead within days.
(HE SIGHS)
I want to see my embassy!
OK.
But there is something you need to understand.
You died at the Drezna facility.
(PANICKED BREATHING)
So, the only way you'll make it back to your embassy is in one of these.
(SOBBING)
LOCKE: Unless you can give me something I can use.
Takenaka dealt with a German.
A business...businessman.
Maroun Saleh. All the supplies went through him.
Maroun Saleh funded the whole operation.
- Maroun Saleh. - Let's go.
(SOBBING) Please let me go!
- (CHAINS CLINKING) - No! No!
SCOTT: How you feeling these days, Mikey?
You all better?
No, not 100 per cent, but I've still got your back, yeah?
Yeah, I never doubted that, bud.
I gotta say, though, when I picked you up from their lab,
I thought you were down for the count.
Yeah, so did I.
You ever feel like everything that we touch just turns to shit?
This whole thing's a mess, Mike.
That kid's dad's dead because of us.
Maybe we should have stayed on that road to Mexico.
Yeah, maybe.
Let's see this through, keep our promise to Kamali.
Make sure Ester's safe.
(SIGHS) Yeah.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Eyes on Saleh.
RICHMOND: Target on the move. He's got company.
Can you grab him?
Not without leaving a mess.
OK, stay with him.
- Take him if you can. - Copy that.
Bloody hell.
Holy fuck. That's a school?
Yeah. So, you're familiar with the concept, huh?
School? Yeah. It's where I learned how to smoke, drink and fight.
- (CHUCKLES) - (SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
Right, let's get Ester out, then we'll go get Qassem, huh?
Yeah, I'll be here.
(CHILDREN CHATTER)
EXCUSE. . .excuse me.
- Do you know Ester Kamali? - You'd better ask them.
- Those girls? - Mm-hm.
Thanks.
Hey, girls? Sorry to interrupt.
- Do you know where Ester is? - What's it to you?
I'm a family friend.
Got any money?
Extortion, huh? That's great.
Where is she?
Her uncle gave us 50.
Her uncle?
- (BELL RINGS) - (LOW CHATTER)
Go to the left over there. Go straight, yeah?
(LAUGHS)
OK, let's go over there.
(SQUEALS AND CHATTER)
Find the girl. Bring in Qassem and I'll meet you at the car.
Copy that.
- These balloons are cute. - (LAUGHS)
SCOTT". Mikey, eyes on Ester.
- Beat it, kid. - Damien? What are you doing here?
- You gotta come with me. - No!
- What are you doing here? - Ester.
We gotta go. There's some guys looking for you that are not very nice.
- What... - Come on.
- Just come on. - I'm fine. Get off me.
Ester!
- Wait. Hey. Hey. - Hey, Qassem! Hey.
(CHUCKLES)
- What are you doing here? - Mikey, on me.
- SCOTT: Oassem is here. - Can you get to him?
It's complicated. I'm by that ride with the octopus.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
I found you. We were worried.
Who's your friend?
It's fine. He...he knows my dad.
Your dad is waiting. Let me take you to him.
- Stop. - Let's go.
- Don't move! - (SCREAMS FROM RIDE)
He's a friend of my dad's. It's fine, honestly.
Ester, ask him why he's here with a bunch of killers.
To protect you.
I've known Ester all her life. What's she to you?
An asset? Someone to use?
Shut up. Ester? That man is no friend of your dad's.
- Yeah, where is my dad? - Come on. Come on, let's go.
- Come on. - Hey! Don't fucking move!
- Damien, what are you doing? - Ester, it's all right. It's OK.
What are you gonna do, huh?
You gonna shoot me here in front of evewbody, huh? In front of her?
- I am unarmed. - Bullshit.
- Think I'd believe any word you'd say? - Come on, Ester.
Don't touch her. Ester?
- Come here. - Your dad is waiting for you.
Your dad is waiting. Let me take you to him. Come on.
- He's not. Ester, he's not. - Come on.
- Your dad is waiting for you. - Ester.
- Huh? - He's not.
What, you don't want to see your dad?
- Don't listen to him. - OK, let's go. Come on.
- Ester, you can't see him. - Let's go! Your dad is waiting for you!
- Ester. OK. - Come on!
- Why can't I go and see him? - Come on!
Because he's dead, all right? He shot him.
- I saw him do it. - That's a lie!
He's lying to you. Ester!
Ester! Shut up!
Let's call him now. Come on. Ester!
You want to see your dad?
- Let's go and see him now! - Shut up!
No!
(SCREAMS AND SHOUTS)
OK, people! Down! Down! Down!
Where are you, Mikey? Ester's run off.
Seconds away.
Come on. Ha-ha-ha! Huh?
Fuck.
Ester!
Oh...
(SOBBING)
- (ESTER SOBBING) - I got her, Mikey.
SCOTT". Grab a live one and let's get out of here.
STONEBRIDGE: Roger that. RV at the car.
(SHE SOBS)
Is he really dead?
(SHE SOBS)
I'm sorry, Ester.
(SOBBING)
Come here.
Move! Move! Move!
Stay down! Stay there.
Careful with the girl.
Oh, fuck!
(MAN SHOUTS)
Cover me.
Fuck!
Move! Move!
Go.
(SCREAMS)
I need you to take this key.
The black Mercedes over there, it's our car.
I want you to get in it, I want you to get on the ﬂoor and stay there.
What are you gonna do?
Don't you worw about me, all right?
- OK. - On three.
- Then move. 0K? - Yep.
- One... - We're at the back.
...two...
You'd better have some fucking good intel on you, mate.
...three. Go!
Fuck!
(DOOR BEEPS)
(snouts)
Fuck!
Sneaky little shit.
- Come on, Damien'. Hurry'. - She drives better than me.
- Move! - SCOTT: Hurry up, bud'.
You want me to drop this intel? He's quite heavy.
And piss Locke off? No, no. Use your muscles.
Least I have some. I'm coming to you.
Ester! Get in the back! Get in the back!
Come on, come on, Scott!
Fuck! Coming to you, Mikey!
Come on.
Open the boot! Open the boot!
SCOTT: Is that intel alive, Mike?
Uh! Wake up, mate, wake up!
Oh! Shit!
He was alive! Move, move, move!
Aah!
(DOG GROWLS AND PANTS)
(DOG BARKING)
(CLICKING)
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
MARTINEZ: Zero, we've targeted Saleh.
Sending you visuals and coordinates.
That's Reza Hassan, al-Zuhari's right-hand man.
LOCKE". We lost track of him after Drezna.
Full house.
All right?
I brought you that.
No, thanks.
(SHE SNIFFS)
How you doing, kid?
How do you think I'm doing?
I know you're hurting.
How do you know what it feels like?
I'm a soldier, kid.
- (SHE SNIFFS) - I know pain.
Yeah, but he was my dad.
I haven't told anyone this before, Ester, but, um...
...I'm a dad too.
And how would they feel if it was you?
Honestly?
I don't know.
Well, they must love you.
They don't know me.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault, kid.
You're still a dad, though, right?
That's all that matters.
Oh, yeah.
Not much of one, huh?
Well, mine was hardly ever around.
There always seemed to be something else.
You know, he was away a lot and...
(SNIFFS) ...there was always an excuse.
But whenever he was away,
there's a little part of me that always knew he'd come back.
Yeah.
(SNIFFS)
(CRYING)
- Come here. - (CRYING) He's not coming back.
He's gone.
(SNIFFS AND SOBS)
(SHE CRIES)
(GUN CLICKS)
Hey.
- How you doing? - We're up.
How is she?
- Ah, she's a tough little kid, you know. - Yeah.
And you?
I'm all right. I've just got to sort out my fucking life.
- I'll give you a second. - Thanks.
- (GUN COCKS) - OK.
LOCKE: Right. Maroun Saleh.
According to Valigny, he helped fund the Drezna facility.
We've tracked him down to an al-Zuhari training camp,
where he met our old friend, Reza Hassan.
If we can extract these two alive...
Alive.
We have al-Zuhari's number two and a track line to the virus.
Make sure Scott's fully briefed, will you?
- Roger that. - Mike has the intel.
Do you know the difference between a dead man and a live man?
Yeah, dead men don't pay taxes.
Consider yourself briefed.
Aah!
Zero, Bravo 1 and 2 in position.
LOCKE". Ready to extract on your command.
NVG.
- You good? - I'm good.
Go.
(PANTING)
Move.
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(GROANS)
(BARKING)
- (BARKING) - Shut up!
(DOG BARKING)
Yalla! Yalla!
B'soora'aa!
- Aargh! Shit! - (DOG BARKING)
- Aah. - (RAISED VOICES)
(DOG BARKING)
Moving!
(SHOUTING)
Aah!
SCOTT: Zero, we got eyes on Saleh.
Get him, Mikey, get him!
(GROANING)
Get away! Hands!
Aah! Aah!
- You're not supposed to shoot him, Mikey. - It's his leg. He'll live.
(SHOUTING)
Hands!
- Hands! - Don't fucking move or I'll shoot you.
Bravo 1. We have Hassan and Saleh. We also have a safe.
LOCKE". We need what's in there.
- And bring me one off hem alive. - Roger that.
- (DISTANT SHOUTING) - Open the safe. Open the safe!
- You! Get up! Get up! - (GASPING)
Open that safe! Open the fucking safe right now!
Right now!
(SPEAKS ARABIC)
(MOANING)
- Come here! - Jesus Christ!
- Mike, he's gonna bleed out. - Yeah.
(MOANING)
Open the fucking safe right now!
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Go ahead. I am not afraid to die.
Come on. Do it! Do it!
Fucking believers.
- Do it! - He's not going to do it. just blow it.
OK.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Get on your fucking knees!
Fuck!
Stay there! Come on.
Come on, bud.
20 more seconds. I need 20 more seconds.
Come on. They're coming through the door, Mike.
Stay there.
What you doing? Fucking math?
- Blow it. - It's like a soufﬂé. It takes time.
Shit, Scott!
Come on, Mikey!
(RAISED VOICES)
Stay there!
Sea“!
- Are we good? - Fire in the hole!
That fucking worked, Michael! Yeah, that worked! Did a great job on that one!
Shit! That's hot! Fuck!
- I think I've got the important bits. - You'd better hope so.
- Cover me. - Yeah? What you got?
I got some hard drives. Let's get the fuck out of here.
Got you.
Zero, Bravo 1. We're heading for exfil.
- LOCKE: Exfil immediately. - Stand up!
- (GROANING) - Coming to you, Scott.
(MOANING)
This is why we don't shoot people in the leg. Makes it hard for them to walk, bud.
Yeah, nag, nag, nag.
- Fuck! - What have you got?
We've got four or five of these guys.
- (DOG BARKING) - I've got eyes on Qassem too.
- Zero, we have Hassan and the intel. - LOCKE: 30 seconds.
- Tell your men to stand down. - They'll kill me first.
- (DOG BARKING) - Let's see.
Walk, walk!
(DOG BARKING)
- (DOG BARKING) - OK.
Back off! I'll put a bullet in him, I swear to God!
Khalas, la to'kh.
- See? - Shway, shway. OK. OK.
You're a popular guy. They're not going to shoot you. They love you.
(SPEAKS ARABIC)
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
- Fucking hell! - Oh, shit!
Zero, we need a hot extraction now!
- LOCKE: 30 seconds. - Fuck off!
We don't have 30 seconds!
(SHOUTING)
Are you all right?
Fucking shitload of guys out there, Mikey.
- Shit. - That's our fucking ride, mate!
- You ready? - Ready.
Drop the line.
I see the rope. The rope's down. Go!
Moving!
On your two, Richmond!
- (SHOUTING) - Come on!
Go!
Take us up now!
Go, go, go, go!
- You good? - Yeah.
(GUNFIRE)
No!
- Welcome back! - (GRUNTING)
- Shit! - Hi, boss!
Aah! Shit!
Are we glad to see you guys!
- What you got for me? - We got the mother lode, baby!
Ah. Hee-hee-hee!
All right.
Oh, you're gonna love us!
(INDISTINCT SPEECH ON RADIO)
- Why's it burnt? - Ask demolition man here!
Computer stuff.
You went in for Saleh. Where is he?
He was killed by Hassan.
- Where's Hassan? - He was killed by Qassem!
So, what? They all just killed each other?
Yeah, pretty much.
Makes you wonder why we even needed to be there, huh?
Next time just bring me a body, preferably warm.
- Yes, boss. - Huh!
- Good work. - Yeah.
I know what he's done.
Colonel!
Andersson uploaded false identities to the NATO system.
This is the first one that I've found.
He has a complete NATO history going back several months.
A clean skin.
- How many more are there? - I don't know.
I've worked out the tag Andersson used to mark them,
but the data's too fire-damaged.
(CHUCKLES)
So, what's this guy's cover?
The system has him down as Martin Novotny. Sergeant first class.
Staff Liaison Officer for the Czech delegation.
He's due to attend a meeting tomorrow for the NATO Military Committee.
LOCKE: Where is the delegation being held?
Frankfurt.
Where's Novotny now?
The Czech delegation boarded an overnight train yesterday.
ETA Frankfurt Central...
Fuck. Two hours 20 minutes.
That NATO meeting's the perfect target for the virus.
Give the pilot an intercept course.
Then contact NATO command. I want a full hazmat team on standby.
- RICHMOND: Yes, sir. - Right, listen up.
Novotny is our target.
You lot, you're going to catch a train.
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Prominte.
Kein Problem.
You find Novotny and you stop him.
Go.
Pull up a list of the Czech delegates.
Find proof that at least one of them is who they really claim to be.
RICHMOND: Yes, sir.
Hands! Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
- Up, up, up, up! Hands up, hands up! - Look at me!
- Don't fucking do that! - Hey, you! Hands up, hands up!
- Look at me. Don't be a hero. - I got him. Don't worry.
Look at me. Oi.
- Who the hell are you people? - Ticket inspectors.
He's not here.
- CAPTAIN: What is this? - She'll explain.
Yeah, right, you go ahead. I'll just deal with the diplomacy.
Diplomacy's overrated anyway.
It's OK. We're NATO forces. We're just here looking for somebody.
(SOUNDS HORN)
Get the fuck out of the way! Get down!
Captain, I gotta go.
Uh'.!
- Oh! - You 0K?
I'm hit, and Novotny was not alone on the train.
- I took one out but there may be others. - Bravo 3, hang tight.
- We'll get you out. - I've got him.
Major General Anton Pajecek.
Get me through to him.
Got eyes on target!
STONEBRIDGE: Oh, fuck.
Motherfucker.
Zero, he's released the virus in the carriage.
We've got about 20 or 30 civilians in there.
(COUGHING)
- He's got some friends with him too. - (GUN COCKS)
What the hell are you doing?
Motherfucker.
- Fuck! - Hey! Whoa!
- What? - Wait. Stop.
- That carriage is infected, all right? - My girlfriend is in there.
- I have to go inside. - No, no, no!
Stay here! Go in there, you touch that door, I shoot you. Am I clear?
- Yes. - Sorry, kid.
Let's go up and over.
Ready.
- I want to get out! - No, no, don't panic. Listen to me.
- They told me there is a virus inside. - What?
(GRUNTING)
Nice work, Spider-Man.
Screw Spider-Man, dude! The guy wears tights!
Sir! Pajecek!
General Pajecek, this is Lieutenant Colonel Philip Locke,
British Special Forces.
As I'm sure you're aware, we have an emergency.
A level-four contagion has been released.
Do not let anyone out of that carriage.
I repeat, do not let anyone out of that carriage.
Sure.
It's stuck.
Listen to me! Listen!
No-one is to leave this carriage, and I will shoot the first person who tries.
You have to unhook the infected carriage
five minutes before it reaches a populated area.
Do you COPY?
Zero, we copy. We're gonna blow the coupling.
- You can't let it reach the city. - Roger that!
- You want me to do it? - After the safe?
- I got this one, I think. - All right.
Well, there's a first time for everything. C4's in here.
Scott, I'm going to push forward and find Novotny.
Don't blow yourself up!
Fuck!
Mike?
I'm all right! Fuck!
(GRUNTING)
Stun grenade!
(SCREAMS)
Bravo 2! Bravo 2!
He didn't blow the carriages. Bravo 1, we've lost Bravo 2.
- Shit! - We've got to stay on mission.
You have to stop that train, Michael.
Roger that.
(GASPING AND GRUNTING)
Fuck!
Fuck.
(MOTORBIKE APPROACHES)
Alles 0K?
Yeah.
I'm all good, kid.
That's a nice bike.
- Hey, buddy boy! - Didn't you just die?
Ha-ha!
Go stop the train!
I'm going after Novotny!
Shit! Zero!
Novotny's killed the driver and disabled the brake.
One minute till you hit the suburbs!
LOCKE: Bravo 2, whatever it takes, stop the train.
Get out of the fucking truck! Out of the fucking truck!
Out! Get out!
- (SPEAKING CZECH) - Fuck off.
Fuck!
(SNARLS)
Fucking Christ!
You fuck!
Jesus!
Get out! Fuck!
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(DOG WHINES)
Fucking pussy of a dog.
Mike?
- What does it take to kill you, huh? - (LAUGHS)
RICHMOND: Grid reference co-ordinates locked in. Hazmat team on their way.
Roger.
We've got a live one there!
He's not very alive, Mike.
Oh, shit.
Boss ain't gonna like that.
Bravo 1 and Bravo 2 here. Er...we stopped the train.
Novotny's dead. I repeat, our intel is dead.
- What's going on? - They are coming to help you, 0K?
- (CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)
Oh, I'm sorry.
So, that was your idea of how to stop a train, was it?
- But we stopped it, didn't we? - Good job, Scott.
These people got any chance?
Only if we can find a cure.
So, no.
You had me worried for a second.
Yeah? (CHUCKLES)
Is this what you have to do to get a day off?
(HE mucus)
That was some stunt you guys pulled back there.
Yeah, thanks.
(GRUNTS)
- Take care of yourself, yeah? - Yeah, you too.
If I'm not gonna get a hug, give me one of those famous limey handshakes.
See you soon.
(WHISPERS) Oh, fuck.
IMAM: In the name of Allah, the great and merciful...
you must cleanse yourselves of your sins,
as He has promised us that paradise awaits
those of you who lay down your lives in this war,
fighting for our freedom and what we believe.
Sir, a message from Pirogova.
Ulyanov has left his dacha in Moscow. He's on the move.
He's heading for Germany.
He's coming for the boys, isn't he?
Tell Pirogova to stay with him.
Sir.
SCOTT". You see the size of him'? He's a fucking Sasquatch.
STONEBRIDGE: Nah, he...he threw you off the train.
Fuck you. Next time, you fight the big guy.
- Oh. - Sore, huh? Good.
- So, what did you buy Ester? - (CAR DOORS BEEP)
I dunno, dude, some shitty German mags.
- But I did get her these. - (LAUGHS)
She's gonna love those, mate. They're brilliant.
- You think? - I've no idea.
- I don't know what teenage girls like. - Neither do I.
Poor kid. We're all she's got.
- Scott. The door. - (GUN COCKS)
Yeah?
Go.
Zero, safe house has been breached.
- Going up. - Yeah.
Ester?
Hands. Hands.
- What the fuck? - (GUN COCKS)
Ester? Ester?
Damien?
Come here.
- Come on. You all right? - Yes.
- STONEBRIDGE: Scott! Scott! - (GUN COCKS)
No. No, no, no. Don't.
Qassem, put that gun down. Put that gun down.
- Damien. - Put that fucking gun down!
- Please, Damien. No more killing! - He was never going to kill her.
What are you talking about, Mike?
Dad?
(# THE HEAVY: Short Change Hero)
# 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. #