(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)
(GUN FIRING)
WYATT: Go.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Wait. Wait. Left.
WYATT: Coming through.
- Nice. - MAC: This way.
WYATT: Move! Go! Go!
Shit.
WYATT: Ugh. No, no, no.
MAC: Boat?
WYATT: Yeah, come on, let's do it.
All right?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(ENGINE STALLING)
Come on!
Oh, shit. Grenade!
- Go! - (ENGINE REVVING)
(WYATT LAUGHING)
Yeah!
- (LAUGHING) - MAC: Now we just have to find Ives.
You can stop the dirty looks, yeah?
Right now, this Atlas of intelligence is the only thing stopping me
from selling your ass on the open market.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
I brought the chamomile.
British intel?
It's on Avet Island.
Shall I stop with the dirty looks now, Mr. Ives?
- (SPEAKING RUSSIAN) - Comrade.
Hey! Up ahead, that's Ives' boat.
Get after them.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(GUNS FIRING)
- MAC: We got company. - What the fuck?
Who the hell are they?
(GROANS)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN DIALOGUE)
Did you hear that? Russian.
(GUNS FIRING)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
MAC: Shit, we've been hit!
Shit.
MAC: They're going after Ives.
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
Ah, it's okay. It's just a little smoke.
It'll hold.
Ah!
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
- (GUNSHOT) - (MAN GROANS)
(MAN SHOUTING FOREIGN DIALOGUE)
(GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
SCOTT: Michael, stop fucking around.
So, are you cowboys gonna tell me who the hell you are?
We're on the trail of the Atlas.
Stolen British military files.
Oh, yeah? Never heard of that one before.
But, you know, when I lose something, it's usually in the last place I look.
That's cute.
We know Lowry had it,
and now Idrisi is after it.
Isn't he?
You want to back it off there, mate?
- REYNOLDS: You heard her. - (GUNS COCKING)
Step back.
Oh, fuck.
It's you two.
It's okay, Novin. These guys used to be 20.
IVES: Seriously?
You're in bed with the Russians?
Jane... (SCOFFS)
Well, I had her contact them.
Turns out they were interested in the Atlas as well.
IVES: Whatever they're offering, I'll pay double.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
It's not about the money, Mr. Ives.
Back in Libya, you told 20 where I was.
That led to Jane and I being separated,
to my capture,
and to her death.
Everything that has happened...
It's because of you.
We should head for the island soon. Take vehicles.
Go via the causeway.
I don't care how we get there.
I just meant, if you wanted,
you still have time to do whatever you need to do.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
This whole situation reminds me of a fucking joke.
See, there's a Muscovite businessman,
a Siberian farmer, and a policeman from St. Petersburg,
and they're all standing on top of this building.
Stock market has crashed.
Ruble's flat-lined.
They've lost all their savings, and they're on the food line.
Normal day in Russia, right?
(CLICKS TONGUE) They decide to end it all,
make a pact to jump off the building at the same time.
But who hits the ground first?
The businessman?
Farmer?
Anybody want to guess?
No?
They're Russian,
so who gives a fuck?
We'll give you 20 instead.
Katiya, set a course to Avet Island.
SCOTT: These people who are after you,
they're not military, they're Stillwater.
Contractors sent to clean house.
MICHAEL: Bunch of assholes.
So, I'm guessing you must have done something
to piss off the wrong people.
NOVIN: Yeah, our CO.
Trying to cover up mistakes from the past.
Just out of curiosity, who are you guys working for, hmm?
- It's a little complicated. - REYNOLDS: Is it?
MAN: They're here!
You were disavowed by the British military,
and now you're drafted in on occasion to do high-risk covert ops.
Fuck me.
Well, I guess it's not that complicated.
NOVIN: It's not, is it, sunshine?
We've been on the trail of the stolen intel for the last few months now.
NOVIN: Is that right?
It's just, uh...
We've been looking for it for the last day,
and we're already ahead of you.
We got a little distracted in São Paolo.
Which we agreed we wouldn't talk about.
No, we agreed you wouldn't talk about.
- Damien. - Michael.
- Shut up. - Yeah, fuck you, mate.
REYNOLDS: Jesus Christ.
Pair of idiots.
(COUGHING)
- (CELL PHONE VIBRATES) - Shit.
Wyatt? You okay?
Well, that kind of depends on your definition of "okay."
We took out Lowry, but we lost Idrisi.
We did, however, get a location of the Atlas.
It's a place called Avet Island,
due south of the Bosnian-Croatian border.
Okay, we're closer.
We'll make a move for it.
Yeah, well, it'll have to be a quick move.
Ives, Idrisi, and the Russian special ops
- are already on their way. - Russian?
Yeah, turns out there's a party and everyone's invited.
(SIGHS) Right, well, we'll hold them off as long as we can.
All right. And, Cap...
Donovan?
We're on our own now.
Copy that.
Have you got transport?
She's asking if we have transport.
MAC: I think we'll manage.
We got a fix on the intel.
- Sweet. - SCOTT: Moving.
Clear.
NOVIN: Clear.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Stillwater assholes inbound.
Are you sure you can get to the Atlas before anyone else does?
(MAN GROANS)
Well, we have to. We need it to get back in.
Hell, we need it to stay alive.
SCOTT: It's always hearts and flowers
until they try to blow your brains out.
(MEN GROANING)
We'll hold off Stillwater, buy you some time.
You stay in touch.
Thanks.
We'll rendezvous once you've got the package.
Appreciate it.
Well, that's the kind of gentlemen that we are.
- Go on. Go. - Moving.
Speaking of which, we are the kind of gentlemen
that will steal that intel from them, right?
"Stealing" is such a harsh word, Scott.
Yeah.
Let's move, bud.
CROWTHER: (OVER PHONE) It's a complicated situation.
REYNOLDS: What's complicated? You ordered Donovan to eliminate us.
Whatever Donovan did, she did alone.
Oh, yeah, I'm sure you've got a wall of deniability,
but we've got bigger problems here.
Lowry stole the fucking Atlas.
We were aware there might have been a breach.
Well, Idrisi's after it.
Idrisi, alongside some Russian special forces.
My guess would be GRU.
It's the entire map
of the British military covert operation.
If it falls into Russian hands...
Tell me your location. I'll send a squad.
(SCOFFS) Yeah, I don't think so.
We'll get the Atlas, and we'll bring it in.
And then what?
And then the operation will be deemed a success.
Lowry terminated, Atlas secured,
and 20 back where they belong.
Yeah, thought so.
Just remember, Captain,
if you come home empty-handed,
you're nothing but the team that eliminated their own CO,
and that story does not have a happy ending.
Copy.
Are we screwed?
Yeah, if we don't get the Atlas.
Maybe we were screwed from the start.
Donovan only got us in to clean up her mess.
You know, I didn't even try to bring her in alive.
You ask me, Captain, you did the right thing.
(VEHICLES APPROACHING AT A DISTANCE)
- Incoming. - They're keen.
- We set? - Yep.
Everyone's after this damn thing. Better be bloody worth it.
Okay.
(BEEPS)
REYNOLDS: That should buy us some time.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
20 are here.
You're going to need more men.
Let's move. Now.
- You okay? - Yeah.
We need to get out to that island quick as we can,
'cause the Russians are gonna be on us.
WYATT: I just gotta check.
Everybody is cool to die for this, right?
Well, what's the other option?
They get their hands on it, military intelligence is crippled.
Soldiers, ops, everything we work for.
A bad boss doesn't mean a bad job.
Will said it was worth it.
I believed him back then, and I believe him now.
Come on, it could be worse. Could be raining.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN POURING)
WYATT: That looks like a mausoleum to me.
Moving.
(PANTING)
(METAL BREAKING)
WYATT: All right, short stuff.
Come on, you and me. Let's go.
"Short stuff," eh?
That really isn't a fucking thing.
(LAUGHING)
WYATT: See you, Big Mac.
Moving.
We need to find an overwatch position.
(GUN COCKING)
(WYATT BREATHING HEAVILY)
NOVIN: Shit.
WYATT: That's gotta be where Lowry hid it.
Center of the mausoleum.
NOVIN: Your guess is as good as mine, mate.
Don't even know what "it" looks like.
WYATT: It's clear.
- All right? - Yeah.
Where do you want to start?
NOVIN: Top right.
Oh, fuck.
WYATT: You know, if Lowry had this intel,
how come she never used it?
Maybe she didn't have the chance.
Maybe she didn't want Idrisi to find out the truth.
Or maybe,
if you didn't keep asking questions,
we would find the fucking thing faster.
That was a rhetorical question.
We gotta move.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
You go. I'll keep them away.
MAN: Go! Go! Go! Go!
MAC: Shit, they're flanking us.
Moving!
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(WHISPERS) Shit. Down.
Fucking son of a bitch.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
See if you can get around the other side.
- Copy that. - Hey, wait.
Wait for my signal.
What's your signal?
You'll see.
(DIGITAL BEEPING)
(MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You took her from me.
You people,
you have no idea what you've taken!
My family, my wife!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(ANTON SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(MEN YELLING)
Shit.
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Bullshit.
- Ugh. It was worth a try. - WYATT: Hey!
NOVIN: (GRUNTS) Fuck!
MAC: I never wanted this.
I had my team,
my squad, my brothers.
You took that from me!
Do you even think about the people you have killed?
(GROANS)
MAC: You're not changing the world!
You're just putting fucking holes in it!
So what are you saying, Thomas?
Should we put down our weapons?
Talk about our differences?
No.
I'm saying, today... Today's the day you die.
(PANTING)
ANTON: Package acquired.
- Move out. - I'm not done!
Katiya, now!
NOVIN: Captain.
You all right?
NOVIN: The Russians have the Atlas. (SPITS)
I just killed Omair Idrisi.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
The Atlas?
The Russians have it.
They've already moved out.
What was the point? It was all for shit, mate.
At least the rain stopped.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Michael, we could do with your help.
MAC: What is this place?
MICHAEL: It's an old KGB safe house.
Mind you, the owner can be a bit temperamental.
Welcome home.
- (GUN COCKING) - What the hell?
- Michael. - Viktor.
(VIKTOR SIGHS)
- Where is the other? - He's late.
Typical.
We were in the area, needed a drink.
Maybe something more.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Right, first things first.
(SIGHS)
(INHALES)
Lance Corporal William Jensen.
REYNOLDS: To Jensen.
WYATT: Jensen. MAC: Jensen.
(SIGHS, SNIFFLES)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
Johnson.
WYATT: Johnson.
(GUN CLICKING)
Hey.
- That's him, right? - NOVIN: Yep.
Anton Krupin,
and Katiya Korikova.
GRU black ops.
More competent and ruthless than the KGB ever was.
Covert ops, meddling in foreign elections,
not to mention they have weapon caches in the U.S., just in case.
And once they've decrypted the Atlas,
they'll have every British military secret as well.
Bloody brilliant.
So we've got about, what, 12 hours until everything's fucked?
Until we're disavowed and hunted down.
Contracts on your pretty little heads,
and everyone's looking to collect.
Hard to resist.
You are fucking with us, right?
- I'm fucking with you. - Dickhead.
Listen, the fact remains the same. Without the Atlas, you're screwed.
So we get it back.
Except we don't know where the GRU have taken it.
And we don't have enough time to track them down.
So why don't we steal something off them?
Something of equal worth.
Force a trade.
Oh, come on, reality check.
We cannot just storm in and steal a list of GRU black ops.
Oh, that's what we're doing?
Of course, we fucking are.
MAC: So Viktor says Pančevo, Serbia.
Nearest Russian data bank.
What's the security like?
- It's pretty brutal. - What do we got?
WYATT: Lockdown protocols, reinforced steel doors,
self-destruct mechanisms. Nice.
MAC: So even if we do break in and grab the GRU data,
there's no guarantee we'll make it out.
What if you knocked out the nearest power grid?
Auxiliary power should go to protecting the server.
That should theoretically get you a window
before any security shutdown goes into effect.
- How big a window? - How long's a piece of string?
I don't know. Seven minutes.
Well, you know what they say.
It's not the size of the window that matters, it's how you use it.
REYNOLDS: Sure, knock out the power, break into the building,
locate the secure GRU servers,
and steal the sensitive data,
all in the same amount of time it takes to make a good cup of coffee.
But, hey, what's the alternative?
Spend the rest of our lives on the run, right?
- Kind of like this guy. - It's a big ask.
You're gonna need all hands on deck.
That's why you're gonna take out the power grid for us.
No. No, I'm not.
Come on, mate, throw us a bone.
Do it for 20, one last time.
(DOOR OPENS)
Whoa, whoa!
Put 'em down.
- What'd I miss? Mikey? - Yeah.
- Fuck's going on? - Yeah.
It's about time. Come here. Come on.
Change of plans.
So, tell me about it over a beer.
No. Come on.
- Really? - Come on.
- Fuck you. I'm thirsty. - Shut up, Scott. Let's go.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
All right, Michael. ETA on lights out.
(THUDDING)
Is that working?
Nothing.
Bollocks. It's not working. It's not working.
Huh?
- Anything? - (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
No, nothing.
Shit. Scott, Scott, it's not gonna work.
It's not gonna work, mate.
(CROWBAR CLATTERS)
- Well, you know what I've always said. - (GUN COCKING)
If you can't smash the fuck out of it, you shoot the fuck out of it.
What about now?
That should do it.
Hey, Scott.
- (DIGITAL BEEPING) - Let's go to São Paolo.
Fuck yeah.
So seven minutes is what we got to work with, huh?
REYNOLDS: That was the guess.
MAC: (OVER COMMS) Could be more. Could be less.
Moving.
NOVIN: Coming through.
Jesus, how much intel do they keep here?
MAC: All of it, by the looks of this. Our lot do the same.
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(MUFFLED GROANS)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(BEEPING)
WYATT: I have eyes on target.
I got one, two GRU guards.
I'm gonna go up to the control room, see if I can open that thing.
You're gonna need this.
Gotcha.
- Holler if you need me. - Good luck.
Let me know when you're set.
- MAC: Set. - Set.
WYATT: Moving.
(GRUNTING)
Well, so far, so good.
Man, don't jinx it.
ANTON: Remember, if we can't secure the data...
We destroy it. I know.
(BEEPING)
Come on, you son of a bitch.
Argh!
Cap, we're gonna need your help with the door.
Yeah, all right, Wyatt. Just give me a minute.
(GUNFIRE)
Fucking Viktor sold us out!
Sure looks that way!
WYATT: We gotta get cover! Captain!
Captain, we gotta get this fucking door open now!
Cap, we gotta move now, now!
- (BEEPING) - Bingo.
Door's open! Go! Go! Go!
Move it!
- Going in, Mac. - Yeah, go.
NOVIN: Which one is it? REYNOLDS: Look for seven.
- Look for seven. - NOVIN: Which one's seven, damn it?
REYNOLDS: On my way down.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
We need to step it up.
This one's seven!
You sure?
WYATT: Yeah, but we gotta get it open.
- Four minutes till lockdown. - Can you stop that?
Come on!
(AUTOMATED VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN OVER PA)
That didn't sound good.
We just activated self-destruct mode.
We got two minutes!
Is there any chance you mistranslated that?
Nyet!
(GROANS)
- How we doing? - WYATT: Just give me a second.
I did it! I did it! The countdown stopped.
Now all we need to do is get that thing
and fight our way out back here.
(AUTOMATED VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN OVER PA)
Stop dicking around and get here and help me!
I'm not. I don't think I can.
Come here! Have a look!
- NOVIN: Fuck! - What does that say?
We need a passcode to permanently disable it.
Oh, my God.
Hang tight. Just hang tight.
Uh... I think I've got an idea.
Coming through, Mac! Cover my arse!
Haven't got anything big enough, kid.
- Suck my dick. - (LAUGHS)
(GRUNTS, PANTING)
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Wait, please. Please, you win!
Please, I was just trying to do my job,
same as you.
(KATIYA GROANS)
- Where the hell's Novin? - Oh, fuck!
MAC: Fucking hell, kid.
We're dragging this bastard out of here.
Not exactly technical.
Fuck technical. How long we got, Wyatt?
WYATT: We got one minute to security lockdown.
When it comes to self-destruct,
as long as my hand stays here, you got all the time you need.
No, we're not leaving you.
We got a lockdown coming. We gotta get the server out of here.
We're running out of fucking time.
Well, she's sweet to go.
Mission comes first.
You guys get out of here. You get home safe.
I'll make a run for it.
It'll be fine.
Yeah, famous last words.
Captain, we got the server. We got wheels. We're coming through.
REYNOLDS: Copy that. I'm on my way to you.
- Catch you on the flip side. - (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
NOVIN: Jump on, Mac! We need to get the fuck out of here!
Let's go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
NOVIN: Wyatt, we're clear! Shutters are down.
WYATT: All right, copy that.
I'll find myself a way out. Don't worry about it.
I got 87 seconds.
(AUTOMATED VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN OVER PA)
(DIGITAL BEEPING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
- (BEEPING STOPS) - All right, wait. Wait!
- See this up here? - (ANTON GROANS)
I take my hand off this,
and the whole place goes up, all right?
That is mutually assured destruction.
That means you die and I die.
Or we work together.
You're suggesting a truce.
Yeah, I guess I am.
Now, what do you say?
I am prepared to die for my country. Are you?
(ANTON GROANS)
No.
(DIGITAL BEEPING)
Oh, you son of a bitch.
Fuck. Fuck!
WYATT: Mac, we got a problem.
We got a little situation in here.
What do you mean?
The control is broken.
- It's not stopping. - All right, we're going back in.
No, no, there's no way in. There's no way out.
The shutters are down. There's no time.
Wyatt...
I just want you guys to know something, all right?
I thought I was done being part of a team, but...
It turns out I was wrong.
You know, fucking maybe...
Maybe this was all for something. You know, maybe it was.
Hell, maybe we even made the world a better place.
That's all right.
And there's worse ways to go, right?
What the fuck am I thinking?
No!
No, no, no, no! I don't want to die!
I don't want to fucking die, so how do I get out of here?
All right, I'm coming!
Fucking come on! Come on!
(AUTOMATED VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN OVER PA)
Wyatt!
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Hey, well done.
- Eh? - I figured someone should say.
Stopped Idrisi getting the missiles out,
Jane, the chemical weapons.
If this goes all right,
we'll have protected the whole of British military, so...
What do you want, Mac? A medal?
Settle for a nice cold beer.
Shit, yeah.
I could do with a hot shower.
Any kind of shower.
NOVIN: All right, let's do this shit.
The server.
One previous careful owner.
The Atlas.
(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
The Atlas.
Fair is fair.
REYNOLDS: Check the encryption held.
(DEVICE WHIRRING)
We're good. Encryption held.
They didn't manage to clone it.
So, are we done here?
Yeah. We are done.
Here we go.
The double-cross.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
Hey, big fella.
Pick a number between one and ten.
I don't understand.
- Go on, just guess. - Go on, any number.
Why?
MAC: I don't know.
Maybe I'm just buying time
because some tosspot's supposed to be giving us cover!
What for?
NOVIN: Move, move!
Mac!
REYNOLDS: Come on, Wyatt! Come on!
Take it!
REYNOLDS: Here they come!
Novin, you think we can outrun them?
I reckon I'll give it a try.
Hold on!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)