Look at these. Have you seen her? Her name's Jane Lowry.
- No, no, no! No, no! - British woman.
I'm just a courier for Borisovich.
- Any luck? - No, nothing. You?
No, not even a flicker. These boys are out of the loop.
Zero, we stopped the drug runners, but it's a bust.
These guys haven't seen Lowry or Markov.
Wherever Borisovich has them stashed, they don't know about it.
Run!
Is it time?
It's time.
- Listen, about last night... - Coffee in the pot.
Pastries on the table.
It was a one-off.
- You don't want pastries? - I didn't say that.
I just meant, you know...
Let's not get weird about it.
Jensen? Hello?
I've been tracking police reports, uh, keyword hits.
Mmm.
That's good.
I mean, this might be about Lowry. It's probably nothing, but...
That's what you always say when it's something.
Don't make it weird.
Shit.
Better contact the boss.
- Will. - Yeah, I know. Don't make it weird.
- We're cool, right? - Yeah, cool.
Five minutes.
Then never again.
You know, Johnson, you seem very smiley this morning.
Just enjoying my work, Sergeant.
Talk me through this.
We're tracing police reports, keywords, and an assault
- on some youths in Mazyr stood out. - Because?
The perpetrator was described as a white British woman,
protecting a 15-year-old local girl.
Jensen cross-referenced the girl's name and got a hit.
She was on a watch list six months back
for radical communiqués with Volkan Haratian.
Haratian?
- Turkish, yes? - Yes, boss.
Radical jihadist, associate of Omair Idrisi...
And Jane Lowry.
- What was the girl's name? - Maya.
Maya Behmen.
Omair would have been so proud of you.
What was he like?
The first time we met, he gave me this.
I always keep it with me.
Even though he's gone.
Because it was for me and him only.
The times we were apart,
and I'd fall asleep listening to his voice down the line.
I have another.
Excuse me.
Yeah?
The British hit another of my couriers.
- I am sorry to hear that. - It does not matter.
By this time tomorrow, they will be dead,
and Markov will be worth twice as much.
So, I have the go-ahead then?
- Morally, of course, I object. - Well, of course.
But a successful test of the Novichok,
proof that it can pass through security,
would certainly increase the doctor's market value.
- Good luck, Jane. - Hmm.
It's today.
Are you scared?
No.
I feel good.
We moved here from Bosnia. Srebrenica.
You're aware of the troubles there, yes?
Yes.
So, the family are sent here
because we've been told things will be different.
The English woman who helped your sister,
- do you know her name? - No.
My sister,
she's a teenager.
Bring her home, please.
Promise me.
Look, is there anything...
Anything that you can tell me that you think might help?
I saw a car.
They left in it together.
Going through traffic cameras in the area,
for a car that matched the sister's description.
This is half a mile away. Fits the time scale.
It's her. It's Jane. I know it.
Few frames on, you can see a grab of a partial license number.
I'm running automated checks on other traffic cameras now.
She's using the girl for an attack.
- It's a possibility. - No, it's more than a possibility.
I understand how she works.
She'll have gained her trust, made her feel important.
We've had a hit.
Fifteen minutes ago, passing through traffic cameras
on the way to Minsk Airport.
- Get the team out there now. - Yes, ma'am.
Minsk Airport is the target.
Jensen's sending through Maya's ID now.
They're already ahead of us. We gotta move fast.
Be brave. Remember everything I told you.
At least allow my people to go in and provide backup.
I understand.
Thank you.
Fucking idiot.
They won't perform a complete shutdown without evidence.
Copy that.
This is Maya. This is our girl.
Hell, she's just a kid.
Oh, come on! Move it!
Captain, you okay?
Entering Minsk Airport now, ma'am.
Mac, with me.
Wyatt, Novin, check the departures hall.
Wait.
Please, come through the gate, miss.
No visual of her by the entrance.
Copy that. Heading to security.
Please, remove your jacket.
Thank you.
Hey, hey! Hey, let me see your bag.
I'm sorry.
Stand back. Take off the belt, please.
The belt. Take off.
Section 20.
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
British military. Colonel Donovan spoke to your superiors.
No, you cannot take weapons through.
- It's already been cleared. - Not with me.
You're not coming through with your firearms.
Someone's already spoken to your superiors.
Get your superior down here, now.
- There she is. Maya! - Hey! Hey!
It's okay. It's okay, I promise.
Maya, you don't have to do this.
Maya, look at me.
Just give me the bag, okay? It's okay, Maya.
Just bring me the bag. Come on.
Give me the bag.
Come on.
- Everybody back! - Let's go! Let's go!
Come on, go! Go!
- Device has gone live. - Get out of here!
I think the device wasn't live.
Cap, we've got to go.
Cap, we gotta go. Let's go.
Move. Now. Go. Come on.
You were right, Mr. Borisovich.
They showed up.
It didn't work.
All that effort, finding that girl,
setting the whole thing up, all for nothing!
I told him to make sure the device was filled with harmless chemicals.
Why?
Because I do not shit on my own doorstep, Miss Lowry.
But this was success.
This was not a success.
You proved the device can be smuggled through security,
activated by a child, no less.
That's proof of concept.
I wanted to make a statement.
Which you did.
And what of 20?
Yuri will deal with them.
Tomorrow, the rest of the Novichok will be completed.
You can take them away and I will take Markov, as agreed.
Are we good, Miss Lowry?
- Yeah, I'm good. - Hmm.
We have forensics examining the device now,
trying to find out if it was faulty
or deliberately primed not to activate.
Airport security cameras brought up something else, though.
Yuri Shevchenko, ex-member of Scorpia,
the notorious Serbian paramilitary unit.
And for years, he was Borisovich's main enforcer.
He was at the airport, watching, and this is good.
Boss, I'm missing the good part.
If Borisovich had a presence at the airport for Lowry's attack,
it's evidence they're still working together.
Yuri has a cousin in town, Ivan. Runs a pool hall.
- Are they close? - Imagine so.
The place is called Ivan and Yuri's.
Could've led with that, Will.
The pool hall's a front for low-level crime.
Have words with the cousin, try to find out where Yuri is.
We locate Yuri. We work our way back.
We find Borisovich. Find Jane.
Before something else happens, because this...
This felt like a dress rehearsal for something much worse.
Copy that.
So, ma'am...
Has anyone told Maya's sister?
Anti-terrorist officers have picked her up for questioning.
Right, it's just I promised her sister...
You promised her sister whatever she needed to hear
so you could get the intel, exactly as I taught you to do.
This is only a win because the device didn't activate.
You want to feel bad about something, feel bad about that.
Have a drink, shake this off. Get focused.
- You did the right thing, you know? - Yeah.
That's what we're up against these days.
One person, a city center, a bomb,
a car, a truck, a knife.
- She chose to do this. - Yeah, and Lowry chose her.
Give me more of that.
Misguided. Justified.
It doesn't matter.
The moment she went into a civilian area to do harm
to folk whose only crime
is being in the wrong place at the wrong time...
No.
You don't have any doubts, do you?
Not about this.
So, what's worrying you?
We'd all be on the scrap heap if it wasn't for Donovan, right?
I feel like she would burn through all of us just to take Lowry down.
That's the job, though, isn't it?
Yeah.
Maybe.
So, what's the plan, then?
Sit here and finish that bottle?
Nah.
Sit here, finish the bottle,
and find somebody vaguely attractive, so I can screw their brains out
and forget what a shit day I've had.
You know, I've heard it said that I'm vaguely attractive.
Really?
Well, that barman's been giving me free drinks all night,
and I don't think he speaks much English,
so you're outclassed there, McAllister.
Enjoy the pool hall.
Be gentle with him.
That's it.
More.
Rack 'em up, Mac.
Here we go. A couple of cold ones.
Any eyes on Yuri's cousin?
No, no, just the cheery locals.
You know, while we've got some time,
how about we talk about...
Jackson?
- Jensen. - Whatever.
Yeah, what about him?
- He's smiling too much. - Smiling way too much.
What, people aren't allowed to smile anymore?
I am not forming a coalition against happiness.
That's the last thing I want to do,
'cause I have been told that I have a beautiful smile.
But something is definitely going on.
You people are sick in the head, you know that?
Ooh!
- Been in the field for too long. - Is Novin being defensive?
You know what, I kind of think she is.
Shot. Ooh-ee!
- Defend that, dickhead. - Shot.
Cousin at six.
I'm sorry.
"Mebers only."
- What? - Your sign.
"Mebers," it's missing an M.
You think I give a shit?
We have been watching this place for hours,
waiting for you to show up.
- Are you police? - No, man.
We're looking for Yuri.
Just want to talk.
You can fuck off.
All right, let's do this the hard way.
Look, guys, how about we just settle this over a few beers
and a couple games of eight-ball, ah?
Little bit of help would be nice!
Coming!
Thank you!
One last time. Where can we find Yuri?
Fuck you!
All right, two times!
We know he works for Borisovich. Is he helping Jane Lowry?
Mr. Borisovich sent him out hunting.
Want to tell me what the hell that means?
It means he waits. Gets you alone.
You don't find Yuri, he finds you.
Hey. Who are you talking to?
What the hell is wrong...
Who is this?
Marco's fucking girlfriend. Who's this?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Just get your shit and get out.
You are fucking crazy.
Oh, Jesus, I told you, it's...
Captain, listen, it's me again.
We got a feeling this Yuri guy might be headed your way,
so we're coming over to pick you up. We'll be there soon.
It's okay to be scared, Captain Reynolds.
I saw you at the airport.
Felt a connection...
There is a sadness in you.
Yuri Shevchenko.
I heard such stories about you.
"The Butcher of Belensky."
Two hundred shallow graves.
You're just a man with a gun.
You're just a thug in cheap clothes.
You could be anyone.
You're all the same.
I thought when the end came, it would at least be something special.
This was meant to be a kindness.
But okay.
I give you special.
I think, missy,
all your trials are over.
Fuck!
- Shit! - Captain!
- He's gone.
You okay?
Yeah, ma'am, we got her. She's fine. She's gonna need a medic.
All right, copy that.
Boss wants us back in, now.
Says Jensen's cracked it.
He's found Lowry. Let's go.
Be careful with the Novichok canisters.
Is that the last of them?
Yes, they are all ready.
Congratulations, Dr. Markov. Your life's work is complete.
Mr. Borisovich, there's been a delay.
How long?
Well, Dr. Markov assures me it will only be a few more days.
But I think I can make him go quicker. Twenty-four hours, maybe less.
- Then we're done. - Yes.
I understand.
Thank you for keeping me informed, Miss Lowry.
You're welcome.
Captain Orlov.
Follow me. I take you to Dr. Markov.
All right, Jensen, you're up.
The lab sent through the diagnosis
from the Novichok canister.
Turns out, only half of the chemicals necessary were present.
- The dimethylheptylpyran... - Jensen.
Aye. Two active agents, um, when the device is triggered,
they combine, create a nerve gas.
So, they had Abbott and no Costello.
- Which means Maya died for nothing. - Not necessarily.
They discovered a faint level of radiation on the canister,
which, ah, is strange in itself, but it also means...
- We can trace where it came from. - Yes.
Because each radiation signature is distinct.
So, I've been working through the ledger
that Novin grabbed from Borisovich,
to see if any of his assets match this radiation source...
Will, where is Lowry?
Borisovich bought a lab where no one would ever look,
somewhere that 50,000 people were evacuated
and never came back.
The radiation signal came from Chernobyl.
Were you going somewhere, Jane?
You told Mr. Borisovich these would be another 24 hours.
You're Russian FSB.
Thank you for finding Dr. Markov for us again.
We will also be taking the Novichok for ourselves.
So, Borisovich is betraying me.
And you were doing the same thing to him.
He would like a word.
One for Mr. Borisovich, as agreed.
Let's go.
Welcome back, Doctor.
You should not have stayed away for so long.
The facility Borisovich owns is due east.
Novin, Reynolds, approach from the north side.
You guys from the west.
I've installed Geiger sensors in your watches.
There's still some hotspots of radiation out there,
so be careful.
Captain.
The Ministry would very much like a sample
of the Novichok brought back before the lab's destroyed.
Well, that seems a bit risky.
Better to dissect it, understand it, so as to prepare against it.
Don't let Maya's death be in vain.
Catch youse on the other side, boys.
Try not to fry.
You okay, Captain?
Yeah, let's do this.
Move.
Moving.
Four vehicles just went past. Soldiers on board.
Russian FSB heading towards the facility.
Russia's not exactly on friendly terms with the Ukraine.
I doubt they're authorized to be in country.
All units, step up, get to the facility as soon as possible.
- Copy. - Copy that.
We're one street over. Be there in five.
This should cut through to the west entrance.
Wyatt, we may have company.
Holding position at north entrance.
Copy that. Any visual on Lowry or Markov?
Negative. They must be inside the facility.
The place is crawling with Russians.
Twelve tangos outside. Definitely more inside.
- Moving. - Copy that.
Be with you ASAP.
Wyatt?
All your life, from the moment you were born,
was going to end like this!
Wyatt?
Do you see it?
The black universe is yawning,
opening up for you!
Nah, I don't see shit, motherfucker!
Put the weapon down.
Put it down or I snap his neck!
Snap his neck and I'll shoot you.
Put the weapon down!
- Take the shot! - Let him go.
No, don't put the weapon down! Don't put the weapon down!
We've got eyes on Markov.
FSB are extracting him. We're moving in.
- What the fuck are you doing? - That's a good swap.
- I'll put this down. - What the fuck?
Dr. Markov, are you ready to go home?
Three...
Two...
Pick up the weapon.
One!
- Do you want me to get a gun? - No, I've got this!
Moving!
Markov's heading back into the lab!
Changing!
- Moving! - Moving!
Enjoy your universe, asshole.
- Status report. - Thirty seconds away.
Please, don't shoot!
Good to see you again, Doc.
Cheer up, we're the good guys.
- Where's the Novichok? - The Russians are taking it.
We've got one shot at stopping this.
Well, lead on, Macduff. Let's go.
Mac, with me.
Stay down.
Novichok on the move. I've got to get in there!
- Give me all the cover you can. - Copy that.
Contact, three o'clock.
Go!
Fuck!
Reynolds!
Shit! The door!
Captain, come on.
Come on, get up.
- She can't breathe! - Shit.
It's an airlock! Gotta move!
Novin, status report.
Novichok's contained, but Reynolds was exposed!
- It's bad, boss! - Markov, help her.
Her body is shutting down. She only has a few moments.
- Then what can we do? - Come on, you fucking made this shit!
I made an antidote. There is one vial.
Where is it, you Russian piece of shit?
- Find it! - In here.
- It's gone. - Bullshit!
I swear.
You're the genius. Make some more!
I have to purify the base solution.
- Stop talking, just do it! - Contact!
Hold on, yeah? You're gonna be okay. Just hold on.
Markov!
- I need a minute. - She doesn't have a minute.
If it's not properly purified, it will kill her...
- Shit! - Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!
Did he finish it?
Mac, what are you doing? Mac!
Wait! He said if it's not purified, it'll kill her!
She's dying anyway.
Fuck.
It's okay. It's okay.
She's okay. She's okay.
Come on, let's blow this place. Get the hell out of here!
You did it. You stopped it. You stopped it.
- We're good? Let's go! - Let's go, let's go, let's go!
This'll get the job done.
Put you down.
Yep, that'll do it.
That's set. Let's move.
Donovan said if we could get a sample of the Novichok,
the Ministry of Defense would really like it.
Of course, when the enemy has it, it's terrorism.
When we have it, it's just modern warfare.
So, are we following orders or what?
Just blow the place to hell.
Captain.
- You sure about this? - Do it.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Can I do it?
Sure, mate.
Come on!
Fucking 20, eh?
Destroying more of my property.
Even without Markov,
the Novichok can be reverse-engineered.
Our agreement...
You didn't really think I would let a jihadist bitch
loose with chemical weapons, did you?
Then what was all this for?
The Russians developed Novichok.
But no paperwork, no samples. Markov had it all up here.
I needed you to make sure he completed his work.
You were my good and faithful servant.
I thank you.
Stop! Stop!
How did you get this number?
Ma'am.
I was monitoring comms within a ten-mile radius of the facility,
going through all the calls it picked up.
- And... - What?
How did you get this number?
He gave it to me.
- What do you mean? - Your husband.
Omair Idrisi.
He's still alive.