You told Knox that we turned the lawyer.
So you're gonna shoot me?
That's what I do.
I'm a cold-blooded killer, remember?
Damien, killing me isn't gonna erase your past.
You know that.
It's not gonna make anything better.
- Fuck! - Hanson's in custody.
The South Africans are closing in hard on Bryant.
I want you there with them.
Yeah, roger that. I'm on my way.
So now what?
We gonna put a bullet in each other?
Maybe that's how things are supposed to end...
- ...between us, Christy. - No.
I can get you to Knox.
Go fuck yourself.
He asked me to set up a meeting between him and the Nigerians.
- Where? - He tells me, I tell you.
You get to play the good soldier.
If you can--
If what, Christy?
Get me out of here.
Your call, baby.
Sit on that couch.
Get up! Get up, get up, get up!
Thanks.
Get out.
Here.
Go!
Run!
- Bryant, stop! Stay where you are! - Mike, no!
- No. - What the fuck are you doing?
Put that gun down, Michael.
- Michael. - Fuck.
- Put the fucking gun down. Come on. - You're smuggling out a target.
Put that gun down. Please. Don't shoot her.
I just let the man who shot my wife ride away in the back of a police car.
Now, I could have killed him, but I chose the mission.
This is about the mission. Please.
You gotta trust me on this. Don't shoot her.
Mike.
Mike, please.
Go. Go.
Thanks.
Run! Go! Go!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the fucking car!
Out! Get out! Out!
Shit!
Shit.
Hanson got himself arrested.
Did he, now?
Mr. Knox, I need to ask.
This meeting...
...what the lawyer said.
I'm not seeing how dealing with these Nigerians can get you what you want.
I know places we can...
It's not too late to leave, regroup, find another way.
That map used to belong to my old man.
He sent it home from Johannesburg.
He worked there for a while after the war.
Used to hang on our living room wall...
...covering a damp patch.
I used to love looking at it...
...all those colors.
Till I found out what they meant.
Belgian Congo.
French West Africa.
British fucking Empire.
We were all supposed to join him.
Then suddenly he was home...
...and the map came down.
You got this cigarette to tell me your play.
When the coup went south, Knox thought of another use for the weapons.
I hooked him up with Lucas because he had all the contacts...
...but I was setting Knox up.
As soon as I knew where those bombs were, I'd call the Marines in...
...and I'd get back in the good graces of the company.
But the truck crash fucked everything up.
It had the Nigerians wanting their money back and Lucas wanting out.
At the base, I knew you already had Lucas.
I knew you'd turn him, so I had to tip off Knox.
Why?
- To keep his trust. - And a percentage for yourself.
What does it matter, as long as I get him to you? It's all part of the game.
Don't call it a fucking game.
It's not a game when innocent people get killed.
I told you that seven years ago.
You haven't changed a bit.
- What we were doing then was important work. - No, Christy, what was important...
...was that you faced up to what we'd done, to what we'd become.
Just a couple of killers fucking each other between marks.
You and I were more than that.
No, we weren't.
You made that quite clear.
I told you I was done after what happened.
I gave you a choice: me or the next job.
You made your fucking choice.
You know how I feel about you.
Bullshit, Christy.
If you feel anything for me, Christy...
...then you'll do this one thing for me.
Ozzy. The CIA lady.
Knox, huh?
If he wants to meet, we meet here.
Anywhere else is just too dangerous.
Oh, Jesus. Stop the car. He's gonna hurl.
Come on, out the car.
Ugh.
You okay? What's up? Unh!
- He's out! - Shoot!
I need help! Aah!
Aah!
- The prodigal son returns. - Yeah.
Knox is going back to the Nigerians?
- You're sure? - No.
Apparently, that's what she heard.
When she finds out where, I asked her to contact me.
What, you...
...appealed to her better judgment?
Yeah. What did you want me to do, bring her back here?
She wouldn't have told us a fucking thing.
You went there to kill her, didn't you?
We all know I worked contracts for Christy.
I made sure I read every file on my targets, cover to cover.
Except on my last contract for her...
...the file neglected to mention that my target...
...a corrupt American businessman dealing with FARC...
...was driving his son, Daniel, to school that day.
Quito, Ecuador.
July 14th, 2005.
That was the day I blew up a kid for the stars and stripes.
So yeah, I went to kill her.
And she offered us a shot at Knox.
So...
You didn't know the CIA had cut her loose.
She's on the run from her own side.
She'll only be watching her own back.
She does that.
I know it's a long shot.
But that's all we got, mate.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Welcome to Hillbrow, the end of the line.
Needs must.
This is the place.
Hey, white man.
White man.
Yeah, what do you want?
We're looking for Ozzy.
Where's your boss?
Come with me.
Sometimes I tell them they cannot just do whatever they want.
Is that her?
Yeah. Crest Hotel. Sixth floor.
What about it?
That's Knox and the Nigerian's RV point.
That address is Hillbrow.
It's a warren of hijacked buildings, a no-go area for the police.
But if Knox is in there, I'm coming.
Whoa.
Over there.
Mr. Knox, welcome.
A pleasure to finally meet you.
Look at this.
Now the big man is in my place.
Heh, heh. Sit.
Bravo, rendezvous with Delta Team in 10.
Roger that, Zero!
Check. Let's go!
Well, gentlemen, my work here is done.
Subject to...
They're clean?
Something's gotta be clean around here.
Nice doing business with you, gentlemen.
Go.
Hurry up, move.
I have to remind you that I am still out of pocket.
I hate this town enough without having to lose my money here too, now, huh?
I need to know the extent of your commitment.
How much you really want to change the face of our continent.
Our continent?
Heh. Listen to this guy.
Our continent! Ha-ha-ha.
Our continent.
An adopted son can love a mother just as much.
My guy.
I like you, Mr. Knox.
- There! - Yeah, roger that.
Get ready. Down.
Good luck, soldier.
Go! Let's go! Move! Move!
Door locked.
Three, two, one!
- He went on one. - Fuck off.
Move!
RV, sixth floor.
Bravo on our way up.
Delta Team on our way down.
When you first heard my proposal, what did you think?
I saw an opportunity.
But nuclear weapons...
...they're strange things.
How much do you hate this city?
How much do I hate this city?
What will you do to prove it?
The brave freedom fighters of the Niger Delta...
...will carve the path to liberty with the aid of this weapon.
Please.
I need to know if you will do it...
...and take the credit for it.
My terms are these.
Five million dollars, three hours to get away.
Ozzy! They come! Intruders in the building!
Bravo Team in position on sixth floor west. Delta Team, report.
We are in position, sixth floor east.
- We need to leave. - This way. This way!
- Stop them! - Move!
Move!
Aah! Let's go! Go!
- Bravo, we're pinned down! - Move!
Fuck!
- Fuck! - Aah!
Delta Team, hold position!
Room clear!
Go home.
Ugh! Knox exiting meth lab. We have men down!
- Move, move, move! - Heading towards meth lab.
Clear! Coming out!
- You guys all right? - Yeah!
Go! Move!
- On the ground! Go! - On the ground!
Get on the fucking ground! Lie down!
Fuck!
I have eyes on the Nigerian.
Bravo 1, come in. I'm in pursuit of target.
- Meet me on the ground level. - Coming to you.
Delta Team leader is down. Team leader is down.
You hold tight.
Go!
Go, go, go! Now! Go, go!
Fuck.
- Changing! - All right!
- You got a visual on Knox? - Negative on Knox.
Hold them back!
Okay.
Go!
Move, move, move!
- Two guns! - Yeah, I see them.
Fuck me!
What are you doing?
I'm handing in my notice, Mr. Knox.
I got you out of there in the hope you'll live long enough to come to your senses.
I signed up for a coup.
That's soldiers' work.
But blowing up a city...
...for some personal grievance?
I don't know who you're trying to pay back...
...but don't claim this is about integrity or justice.
It ends here.
I should've known this would go bad.
I should've known when you made me hire that sick fuck Hanson.
Didn't have you down for a deserter.
Shot in the back.
That figures.
For Christ's sake, finish it.
What did I miss?
Yes, Knox is in the wind.
You need to know that targeting the Nigerians was the right thing to do.
We have a job to finish here.
Ava, it's your father.
Now, listen.
--what they've been saying about me on the television...
...and in the papers.
But I want to explain, face to face.
I'm in Cairo, so just pack a few things and get on the next flight.
We've had a trace on Knox's daughter's phone for four weeks.
- Don't disappoint your old man. - I've got his location.
Fuck.
- Major? - What have you got?
Why does a man who burns his passport arrange to meet someone abroad?
Because he's staying.
And he wants them to leave.
- We gotta move out! - Come on! Jump on! Jump on!
Knox doesn't act randomly.
He's asking his daughter to leave Jo'burg, he will have a target in mind.
"Philip Knox, the Colonial Endeavour Bank."
Richmond!
Move out, move out, move out. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Move, move, move.
Come on. Come on, boys. Come on, come on, come on. Let's go!
Records show Knox's father worked at the bank until 1950.
The building was demolished in the '60s to make way for a children's playground.
The unofficial bank of apartheid. Half the gold of Africa went through but never came out.
Where did they go?
One of the worst-kept secrets in Johannesburg.
The tunnels.
Watch the corner. Watch the corner.
They moved the gold and diamonds under the city.
There are still a dozen entry points to those tunnels to this day.
License plate recognition coming in.
Bingo. Major.
This plate matches one on a vehicle seen leaving after the shooting of the lawyer, Lucas.
It's parked close to one of the tunnel entry points.
It leads directly to the site of the old Colonial Endeavour.
That's fucking Hanson.
We find Hanson, we find those bombs, major.
He wants us to find him.
Right. I want visual aboveground for that whole area.
CCTV, face recognition, everything.
- I'm already on it. - Richmond, let's go!
Right, we're going down.
We're gonna lose comms there. Stay aboveground.
Come down if you need to.
- Major, I have visual on Knox. - Where is he?
Half a klick from your location. I'm uploading coordinates now.
Send position.
Scott, the bank vaults are this way.
Copy that.
Clear.
Yeah, clear.
- What have you got over there? - A shitload of wires and a big fucking bomb.
All right.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Should we open her up? - Yeah. What's the worst that could happen?
I promise I won't say "bang."
What the fuck? It's paired.
- There's two. - Fuck me.
- There's another bomb. - Motherfucker.
It's gotta be in the other tunnel somewhere.
Shit.
Major Dalton, I believe.
We know where they are.
My men are defusing them as we speak.
They're wasting their time.
Do you know what this is?
Do you understand what will happen if you release that button?
- Julia. - Send.
Knox has a dead man's trigger.
You need to get down there and let them know.
Go.
Shit.
You'll be killing...
I know exactly how many people will be killed.
Not just the explosion.
The radiation.
- And there's number two. - Shit. Yeah.
- Cover me? - Yeah, I got you.
This is exactly like the last system.
- It's definitely connected. - So we got Siamese bombs?
If we deactivate this one without doing the other one at exactly the same time...
- ...it'll detonate. - Shit. Got it.
I'm gonna head back to that first one.
- Okay. - Give me exactly five minutes.
Yeah. Go.
Good.
All right. So, Mike...
...on zero, we both pull those triggers.
- It has to be at exactly the same time. - I know.
- Good luck. - You too, bud.
One square mile where half the wealth of a continent...
...is being hoarded by a handful of very greedy men.
Even now.
Oh, shit.
Why Kerry?
Why not me?!
I was standing right there.
Not enough.
You needed to know how it feels.
You took away my brother, and the only thing I gave a shit about.
This isn't about Africa.
This is about the bank.
This is about your father.
This is about you.
He worked here.
Very good. Yes, he did.
He worked here for a while.
Until they spat him out.
He was offering loans to black traders...
...so they shipped him home and shattered all of our dreams.
Jake was a good kid.
And I should have done something, but I didn't.
Jake shouldn't have been there.
He wasn't like you and me.
And why would anyone really wanna be anything like you and me?
Everything we've done.
I mean, fuck this for a game of soldiers, Michael.
Look at us.
There is death in everything we touch, everything.
Kerry! Kerry.
Jake paid the price.
No!
- Aah! - Come here!
No! Ozzy, no! No!
Fuck.
Fucker
Come on! Come on!
What the fuck is it gonna take, Michael?
Fuck me.
Fuck.
Come on, Stonebridge.
Fuck.
You better go on fucking zero.
Hanson, no!
Fuck this. Mike!
Fuck.
What the fuck is going on?!
I want you to know...
...I forgive you.
Michael!
Richmond! Come here!
Look around you.
Look at what you'd be blowing up.
It'll put an end to the corruption that this festering place is built on.
Please. An act of nihilism?
An act nevertheless.
Shit!
Michael! It's Knox.
He has a dead man's trigger.
- I have to talk to Scott. - There is no time.
We need a countdown. A new countdown.
One, two, three.
- Come on. - Come on, Scott.
Four. Is that a fucking countdown, Michael?
Three. Reading you loud and clear, bud.
One, two.
Two.
One.
- Go on... - Zero.
Fuck me.
No!
Oh, fuck.
No!
Oh, God.
Zero, weapons have been deactivated. Do you copy?
- Dalton has been shot by Knox. - Shit!
I have visual. He's close by.
- You get Knox. I'll look for Dalton. - Copy that.
Oh, fuck!
Zero, we need medevac here now!
Medevac ETA: five minutes
Fuck.
Ah, what do you think you are doing?
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, he has a gun!
Hey, hey. hey!
Get the gun!
- Back! - Move! Move!
Back! Stay back!
I never touched him! I never touched him.
He shot himself. He fell on his gun! Look, he fell on his gun.
He's dead.
It's all right. It's all right.
Hey.
It's one of a matching pair. Here.
We hung on to them like you said.
Has the, uh, top brass been in?
Yeah. They brought me some grapes.
You know, the thing about those tossers in Whitehall...
...they can live with failures and casualties and defeat.
What really scares them is embarrassment.
They know these triggers should never have made it to Libya in the first place.
So I struck a deal.
I hand these over, keep my mouth shut...
...and Section 20 has a future after all.
New orders.
Even after what happened with the nuke and the crash?
We just assumed that heads would have to roll.
Maybe one head will be enough.
- Let's go. - Ma'am.
Hey.
It's a good thing there was two of you.
- Nice. - Yeah.
I don't know about you...
- ...but I think the city owes us a beer. - A beer?
I think this city owes me four weeks in Bora Bora.
Ha-ha-ha. - On a yacht...
...with a fucking hot Playboy centerfold.
That's what I want.
How'd it play out in the end, Mike, with you and Hanson?
I did the one thing he didn't want me to do.
What's that?
I forgave him.
Shit.
You're a better man than me, Michael.
Kerry would be proud.
Thanks.
And how about you?
What about me?
Did you forgive yourself?
- For Daniel? - Yeah.
No.
I don't think that's ever gonna happen.
You know that dream I told you about I keep having?
- I keep running, can't get away from it? - Yeah.
I think I'm gonna stop running.
- That's probably a good idea. - Yeah.
Slow things down to a walk.
A gentle stroll.
- Yeah. That sounds nice. - Ha-ha.
- I looked it up, by the way. - What's that?
Zero. It's not only a concept, but it is a number.
- You serious? You looked that up? - Yeah.
- Like in 10, 20, 30-- - Now, stop that.
- You know 10, 20, 30. - Stop it. Shut up.
It's a number, like 10, 20, 30.
- It means zeroes do exist. - Yeah, Mike, I don't care.