You've reached Michael Stonebridge.
Leave a message. I'll call you back.
Rosie, how's it going?
It's Rachel.
It hasn't changed since we met.
What was it? Two hours ago?
Yeah.
So anything?
No.
I'm just curious...
...how on earth they allowed an American to--
To work for the Brits?
It's a long story.
But is it a good story?
No. Just long.
All right, mystery man.
Let's just say, you get a second chance, you take it.
I'll bear that in mind.
Yeah.
And finally.
I'm guessing that's him.
So he's a big deal, huh?
I doubt it, except to me.
He's the first asset I've been given responsibility for...
...since I came here, so getting him quickly and quietly to the high commission...
...would make me look good.
You already look good to me, Rosie.
Nice laugh.
I'm guessing that's a rental.
Mr. Keemal, this is Patrick Burton...
...our deputy head of mission.
Thank you.
Would you like to check the laptop?
Well, forgive my cynicism, Miss McMillan...
...but babysitting a Libyan office clerk...
...who wants a council house on the south coast...
...is hardly a baptism of fire for you.
Or a glorious valediction for me.
Bravo, we have visual on you.
Hey, is that my guardian angel looking down on me from above?
What are you wearing today?
Concentrate.
Stop, please.
Shit.
Stay there!
He's down.
We need to get Scott out of there.
Get them out!
Stand back!
They're taking hostages.
Go, go, go!
Get in!
Who the fuck are you?
I'm from the British Consulate. Get in.
You're dead, Stonebridge.
- You clear back there? - No.
Then why did you come in?
Did you make that mistake in Helmand?
- No. - Then don't do it here.
I am going to get all my men through this.
You understand?
That means you, Jake.
- Hey. - Hey.
Take a seat.
Stonebridge. I know him. Stood with him in the sandpit.
He'll get you through this.
Jake, you were born for the regiment, like me, like Dad.
I know.
That's what I want.
I just...
I don't know.
Maybe we should take a break, you know.
Come back, try again.
Listen. You and me, people like us, we have to fight for everything.
Every last fucking thing.
They want you to doubt yourself.
They want you to give in, but we won't let them.
We won't let them.
- What are we? - Brothers and soldiers.
We're brothers and soldiers.
Listen.
I'll-- I'll have a word with him, all right?
Don't worry about it, all right?
You just stay focused.
Yeah.
Good lad.
- Heh. Craig Hanson. - Hey. There he is.
- How are you? - Good. You?
- I'm fine, thanks. - Excellent.
Michael Stonebridge, desk jockey.
- Who'd have believed it? - Heh, heh.
Man of your talents on the circuit could be raking it in.
I'm happy here.
Well, of course. Loyalty was always your thing.
But the private sector-- I'm telling you, that's where it's at.
Is that what you tell Jake?
I don't tell him anything.
He's, uh...
He's making mistakes, Craig.
- What, training exercises? - This is the regiment.
- The bar's not being lowered on my watch. - So don't lower it, Michael.
Come on. He did three tours of Helmand...
...went toe-to-toe with Terry Taliban every fucking day...
...and he's seen, Christ knows, how many of his mates get crated back home.
He's a rock, just like you and me.
Just-- Just get him through it, all right?
Whatever it takes.
I had your back once, Michael.
- Basra. - Kandahar.
- You remember. - Yeah, of course I do.
I'll bet you must miss it, in the field?
Who wouldn't?
Good to see you.
- What am I doing here? - Use your head.
We can't respond if you're in a Kenyan police station for the next 48 hours.
Come on, Sinclair. We can't let this shit stand.
You think I want a cock-up like this on Section 20's record?
At this moment, I'm working on it.
General Bennett. Colonel Hodge.
Come on! Come on!
Hey, hey. Hey!
Abdulabri Keemal, born Tripoli in 1953.
He's offering information about Libyan weapons stocks...
...in return for asylum.
He's not the reason the convoy was hit.
Patrick Burton, East Africa specialist.
He's been working in the region for over 30 years.
Today was his last day on the job before being sent home.
What do we know about the female?
- Her name's Rachel. - Who's this?
It's Damien Scott, sir.
This kidnapping happened right under your nose?
Unfortunately. Give the word and I'll get those people back.
Rachel McMillan, junior attaché at the high commission.
She only took up her post this week.
All three are being held prisoner in a rebel-held area of Mogadishu, Somalia.
Now, a ransom has been demanded for the Britons...
...from this man, Huseyin Waabri.
He came to Europe from a refugee camp when he was 16...
...drifted around until he was implicated...
...in the murder of a Somali community leader in northwest London.
Proposal?
An extraction mission is possible but highly dangerous.
Mr. Scott, are you ready to go in now?
Yes, I am, sir.
It's a suicide mission.
Your priority is recovery of the British citizens...
...and all material relating to the Libyan.
Oh, and, Mr. Scott, you're the first man we're sending in...
...and it goes without saying you shall also be the last.
Copy that.
I want you to find out everything you can about the Libyan.
We need to know exactly what it is they're not telling us.
I think you have a lot of faith.
One man, however good?
We can't afford to make this look much bigger.
If they pull it off...
If they don't, you can bury Section 20 once and for all.
I'm sorry you got caught up in this, Miss McMillan.
It goes with the territory.
Broken people.
Brutalized beyond our understanding. Such a tragedy.
You know, the first time I came to Somalia, I made a friend.
He knew what was coming for this country. He could see the full horror of it.
Poverty, famine, civil war.
But he said, "However bad it gets, on darkest day...
...maalin nooga madoow, the embers of hope...
...still glow in our children's hearts."
I should have been there.
I could have used some help, but that ain't your problem.
Would have been fun to have you there.
There's a big difference between you and me, that's Kerry.
Say hi to her for me. Gotta go.
Scott, you take care, mate.
I found you an apostle, someone who can get you in.
We can leave in an hour.
You mean we got a whole hour?
May your enterprises continue to flourish...
...and I look forward to the day you join us again in worship.
Everything changes in a man except the beat of his heart...
...and Allah once flourished in that heartbeat.
You keep paying homage to Al-Shabaab...
...and he will one day destroy you.
You do not understand.
I have requested a fee for your safe return.
She's my colleague.
I demand her proper treatment, as Islam decrees.
You are not scared.
That is good.
And what about you, Arab?
What value do you have?
Who will pay for your release?
A foreign corpse always does wonders for the morale of my people.
Maxamed!
Kill.
No. - You want to be a soldier, kill him!
For God's sake! He's just a child.
This is Somalia.
Childhood is short.
- Now kill him. - No. Listen to me.
- Kill him now! - Listen to me!
No, no, no! No, please. Wait!
I have a proposition for you. It will be greatly to your advantage.
Somewhere a little more private?
Kalay.
He wants to know if you've been there before.
To Somalia? No.
But I was trained by some guys who were.
Then you, of all people, should know what to expect.
I do.
Good. Come.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Oh, uh... Two seconds.
Am I gonna get to see you again?
Not if you're going into Mogadishu single-handed.
Don't you know a sympathy fuck when you've had one?
I do now.
Good luck.
You have boats. You could intercept.
It's a very special item, extremely valuable.
I exchange it with you for my freedom.
And the other hostages?
I do not interfere in another man's business.
Major.
Come.
Twenty, I'm here.
I want you to move into Waabri's sector.
We're gathering intel on the Libyan.
He may be the key to locating the hostages.
Waabri's forces are just up ahead.
Whilst he lives, African Union soldiers are powerless to control the area.
- What are you getting out of this? - There is always business for me here.
- Yeah? What business is that? - I bury the dead.
Shroud them for their journey home.
You see, that is the price for crossing Waabri.
You got a shroud for Waabri?
- I have a shroud for everyone. - Good.
His real name is Tafiq Elgabhri.
Reclusive Gaddafi insider. Knows where all the bodies are buried.
Kenyan secret service had him flagged as being in the country for two weeks.
We hacked into their surveillance.
This is him at a shipping office in Mombasa yesterday morning.
He used forged IDs to confirm a shipment heading down to southern Mozambique...
- ...on a boat called Morning Star. - Anything else?
Morning Star was hijacked by Somali pirates.
Satellite has it heading towards Mogadishu.
- About now. - I want eyes on that boat...
...and anyone that comes into contact with it.
Sure.
Incoming!
A reminder that tonight you'll be employing live rounds.
As an elite soldier, you will be operating in uncontrolled environments...
...where you have a split second to distinguish an innocent from a hostile.
One mistake, and you have a scar on your conscience forever.
Or you're dead.
Questions?
No, sarge!
Then stack up!
Hanson, what are you doing?
Hanson, get out!
Come on, Hanson.
Contact! Run!
Move, move, move!
- Hanson! - Get down!
Hanson! Use your weapon!
Enemy, 50 meters!
Incoming!
That's an order!
Use your weapon!
I'm down!
Shit!
Fuck!
What the fuck have you done?
Hanson!
Jake!
Hanson!
Hanson! Shit!
Hanson!
Major, I have a CCTV feed from the docks.
Keemal. He's unloading something.
Do not lose those vehicles at any cost.
Jake!
They just called and told me.
Are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
I'm not okay with any of it.
Scott, we're tracking Keemal.
He's reentering Waabri's zone.
Copy that.
We are your eyes. Follow our directions to intercept.
Target approaching.
On my mark.
Go.
Be careful.
I see Waabri and the Libyan.
They're making some kind of trade.
You can name your price.
You keep your word, yes?
When do I get the buyer's identity?
Now.
Fuck!
- Fuck. - Nice shot.
Scott, report.
We got a sniper.
Go, go, go!
Shit. Fuck me.
- Zero. The Libyan was taken out. - By who?
Don't know. It was a fucking good shot.
Shit.
They're coming.
Make sure.
Do it now.
Hey.
Back off!
They mustn't find out you're military. Lose comms. Lose comms.
Fucking shit. Fuck!
Go on.
Okay, okay, okay.
Putting it down. It's down. It's down.
It's down!
He's alive. Major.
Major.
You heard what the general said. He's the last man in.
- Section 20-- There's nothing else that we can do.
Hello.
Who sent you?
Good question. I'm gonna kick my travel agent's ass.
You try to steal the case from me?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Who sent you?!
I refer you to my last answer.
People say that Mogadishu is a dangerous place.
But it's funny.
It was London where I learned how to look after myself.
You know Harlesden?
No.
That is a scary place.
I joined a gym
...was officially a "promising lightweight"...
...before I had to leave.
When I used to work the bag, it was as if the world shrank away.
Movement, rhythm...
...timing.
A higher state.
You know Muhammad Ali?
Yeah.
Hmm. Interesting that your greatest ever boxer was a convert to Islam.
It's his business, I guess.
Me, I like to keep my hand in.
Michael?
I have to go.
You can't be serious.
There's the coroner's hearing tomorrow and the inquiry.
It's Damien. He's in trouble.
Damien will always be in trouble.
Just let me do this one thing. Then I'll be home.
Home? This isn't our home.
You haven't even unpacked half your stuff.
There are still boxes in the nursery.
If there was a baby in there, would you still leave?
Or maybe you're relieved I had a miscarriage.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ. What the hell did they do to you?
Rachel.
I remembered this time.
Water and a cloth, please!
You should have seen the other guy.
Not a mark on him.
Was this an attempt to rescue us?
Yeah. Gave it a shot.
- That was bloody stupid. - Yeah.
Thanks.
Yes, sir. The second we get...
Send me in.
Come on, major. Send me in. Send me in.
Michael, you're out of your depth.
Major, you know as well as I do we can't leave him in there.
- I can't let you go in there alone. - He won't be alone. I'll go with him.
Okay. Just as long as you understand.
This is a roll of the dice, at best.
Succeed or fail...
...each one of us is putting our careers on the line.
Roger that.
So, uh, your Libyan friend.
What about him?
He's dead.
He was shot at long range just after he handed a case off to that son of a bitch.
A silver case? Square?
How did you know that?
I saw him carry it in.
Right.
Well, whatever was in that case had Waabri pretty excited.
Sir, there was a call...
...to the dead Libyan's mobile. Exact location is less than half a klick.
Who is this?
Mr. Waabri, I'd like to discuss...
...the case you have in your possession.
Maybe we can meet in person.
Why should I trust you?
You don't have to trust me.
You just have to do business with me.
Where?
Cement factory, east side.
You brought the Libyan's phone here.
I told you to destroy every phone.
Now...
...I can be found.
We must move.
Move them.
Move.
- We're in position. - We have you.
Enter building, northeast corner.
Zero, we have visual. They're on the move.
We have one shot at this.
Make it cold and quick.
Is there any other way?
All right.
Move.
It's the thieves' treasure hideout.
Soon the 40 thieves return from within the cave...
leaving nothing to reveal the hidden...
You took your time.
I've definitely saved you more times than you've saved me.
- Bullshit. - Hold still.
I was way ahead of you.
- Heh. Looked like it. - You shouldn't be here, Michael.
- Yeah, I know. - Boys!
Hey! Put the gun down.
No, no, no. We should help them!
- Here's your gun. - Where the hell is Rachel?
Come on. Let's move.
Where's Rachel?
Shit.
Stay close, boys. Go, go, go.
Clear.
Come out of there now!
Hey, friendly, friendly, friendly.
Rachel?
- Rachel. - Contact!
- Get back. - Rachel!
No chance that way.
This is our best shot. Trust me.
- You wanna give it a shot? - Yeah. Let's move.
Let's go!
Stay close, boys. Come on. Come on.