You're saying we had a man inside your organization?
I don't know if I can control him.
You just need to get him to follow the plan.
Can you forgive me now?
We needed a terrorist to package to the idiots in Parliament.
So, you just created Zayef Hijari?
We're on the blacklist.
They can do anything they want to us.
Make sure no one gets out.
-Move! You go.
There's too many of them. Think of it as my last order.
We need this right? To clear our names?
You need to trust me on this one.
I'm sorry, sir. I won't let them bury this.
Here are some words from your superiors in Moscow.
- Hey.
- Raise your arms.
- We agreed, no weapons.
- Well, you made the agreement with him.
And I've never met you before, Dmitri.
So I don't trust ya. Arms up.
- That is okay.
Maybe Dmitri's heard about soldiers on the run,
a price on their heads, maybe.
- I hope Dmitri's not considering cashing in.
- It would hardly be worth the effort.
So...to business?
- I'm sorry, did you say "hardly worth the effort"?
- For some of you, yes.
- Okay, out of the three of us,
who would have the highest price on their head?
- Wyatt. - I'm just asking.
- It is not a competition, no?
- But if it was, hmm?
Ugh...
Hostiles inbound.
I repeat, hostiles inbound.
- These your cameras? - I placed them myself.
- We have someone down there.
- I don't see anyone.
- I'll call the front desk.
- Bravo Two, sitrep.
Comms are dead.
- It's ringing, but that guy's not answering.
- This feed isn't live.
- I swear, this was not me.
- Bravo Two, come in.
Uhh
- Target one down.
- I'm locked out of my own feed.
Someone else is controlling it.
We may have a problem.
I don't suppose you brought any guns.
- Go, go, go!
- Checking adjoining rooms.
- Hey!
- Who do you work for?
Who sent you?
- It's an agency op.
- Sitrep, come in.
Come in.
Anybody?
- Oi! - Huh?
- What the fuck was that and who the fuck are you?
- Their orders were to subdue, nonlethal.
I'm only here to talk.
- Oh, 'cause nothing says conversation
like tear gas and Tasers.
- Carolyn Fortier.
Senior Supervisor, Directorate of Operations.
- CIA, yes, we know.
We also know that you launched a drone strike on our position.
- And a fucking clean-up crew on top of that.
- Would it help if I apologized?
Because I need your help finding someone.
- We don't know where Lance Corporal Chetri is.
- But you're looking for her.
If the information that she has goes public,
she will make Snowden look like a schoolyard snitch.
- Look, maybe we don't agree with what she did.
We'll be fucked if we're chasing her
just so you mongrels can go bone her on the patio.
- See you around.
- You realize they will kill her.
Our governments won't let her walk away from this.
It doesn't have to be that way.
- You're afraid she has a dead man's switch.
Anything happens to her, the information gets released.
- That would suck.
Imagine people finding out
that you were complicit in funding terrorists.
- Well, right now we have a lead on her.
She was flagged entering Zagreb about an hour and a half ago.
We've set up a temporary ops room.
Helo inbound to take you there.
- We don't work for you. - Then work for yourselves.
If the information that Lance Corporal Chetri has goes loud,
you are finished.
But if you secure it, you save your soldier
and you get your old lives back.
So...ooh.
Tick-tock.
- Hey, nice shirt, bro.
- Um, thanks...bro.
- This is where your Lance Corporal was flagged
entering the city.
- Have you tried MI6 safe houses?
- Of course.
- Any information on why she's here?
- May be a safe city for a rendezvous.
- Cell phone? - Offline.
Most likely have any alerts bounced to remote servers
so she can't be traced.
- She's using burner phones to make calls, yeah?
Maybe I can get her to message me from a burner.
- Then we could trace her, yes.
Do you think you can get her to do that?
- I can give it a whirl, ma'am.
Just get me set up.
Do you reckon we're doing the right thing here?
- Took these guys less than a day to track us down
and send in a squad.
I don't wanna be looking over my shoulder
the rest of my life.
- I was talkin' more about Chetri.
You know, protecting her from this lot.
She's still part of the team.
Oi, it's me.
You're an asshole,
and you've kind of fucked us.
CIA, NSA...
all kinds of nasty stuff out there.
And the hardest part I'm bloody proud of ya.
Made a tough decision, you stuck with it,
and that takes some serious guts.
So I'm not here to make you change your mind.
Just want you to message me, tell me you're okay.
I know it's tough out there.
I worry about you.
It's me.
You're an asshole, and you've kind of fucked us.
- It's not gonna work.
Studies show soldiers who go AWOL
are less likely to reach out to former teammates
due to feelings of guilt.
- Bullshit.
- There are stats to back it up.
- Oh, yeah? You ever actually been in the field?
You ever had a buddy on your back,
or you sit behind a monitor all day just jerking off?
- Okay, I'm sensing some hostility here.
I apologize if all thisthis technology
is making you feel redundant.
- Well, if we were redundant,
you wouldn't have begged for our help.
- Oh, Jesus. - Tell me you're okay.
I know it's tough out there.
I worry about you.
- It worked.
- We have a trace. - Fuck your statistics.
- Café Capital, 15 minutes away.
- We call the shots on this one,
and if I even get a hint
of another plan of action going on
- We'll piggyback on your comms.
You're designated Alpha.
- Attention Alpha and Bravo...
- Sergeant Wyatt.
I am sorry for what was done.
You've been a good soldier for us.
That has not gone unappreciated.
- Tango approaching subject locale.
- Mark Weathercombe. File is up.
- British Royal Military Police,
Special Investigations branch.
Clean record. No known flags.
- Alpha Team, you're eight minutes out.
- This is my identification.
This is a document which gives you immunity
from any actions occurred or occurring
from the information that you are sharing.
- We could start with a hello.
- You're blowing the whistle on illegal activities
performed by both the British and American governments
on foreign soil.
I presume pleasantries
would be a waste of both our time.
- So...no hello, then.
Okay.
- Where is this hard drive you took?
Please, this hard drive.
- I destroyed it.
I uploaded the contents to a secure cloud server.
- Well, let's have a look.
See what we've got.
- Alpha Team, six minutes out.
- Copy that. Road is clear.
- Sergeant Wyatt.
It's just you and me.
Now, I don't know what your team is planning,
but I need that intel.
And if you bring it to me by any means necessary,
then we'll wipe the slate clean
and you can come on home.
- What about my team?
I want guaranteed immunity for them.
- Your team aren't really our concern.
- They should be.
Under guidelines, standard procedures.
- You've been embedded in a covert
antiterrorist unit for some time now.
A certain level of paranoia is understandable.
- We were fucking lied to
and made complicit in all of this.
- Then let us take the burden, Lance Corporal.
Give us the information.
- Um...
I justI need a minute.
- This is important.
- Ma'am, we may have a problem.
The Capital Café closed two months ago.
- What just happened?
- All systems down.
- Alpha, we are in the blind.
I repeat, we are
- Come in, over.
- Anyone? Fortier, anyone copy?
Anybody?
- You're right.
Maybe this... job has changed me.
More than I realize.
Maybe it's not such a bad thing.
- Don't!
- Just cooperate, please.
- Who are you working for? - They have photos of me.
I have a wife, a family. I had to do this.
- Who is "they"?
- You said you weren't gonna hurt her.
- Come on! Come on!
- Get me eyes back on. Right now!
- Shit.
Ma'am.
- What? What is it?
- Eyes on. This way.
- No! Let go!
- Cover.
- Take her!
No!
- Novin!
No!
- The car's rigged!
- No!
- We lost her!
- I got us a place. Let's go.
- Okay.
- All right, let's regroup
and try and work out what the fuck just went on.
- Hang on.
This is definitely a CIA joint?
- Yeah, it definitely is.
- I'm sure the Russians have Chetri.
- Krasnyye Volki. The Red Wolves.
God only knows what they were doing there.
They're a covert off-books unit,
tend to be recruited from within the penal system.
- So I'm calling bullshit on the covert part.
A full-on firefight in the middle of the day.
They weren't even defending the exfil.
- What, you think they were targeting us?
- We've had the Americans, the British,
the Albanians all out to get us.
Maybe they're feeling left out.
- Holy shit, CIA ops room was hit as well.
Coming up the wire now. No survivors.
- So either our people
are really cleaning the fucking house,
or there's a link to the Red Wolves
the Russians making a play for the stolen intelligence.
- Wyatt, how do you have access to a CIA safe house?
Entry codes, computer system.
- Fortier gave me the information.
She gave me a comms device as well.
So what?
- You didn't think to tell us?
- I'm fucking telling you now.
- Well, is there anything else you wanna share?
Because if you're keeping things from us,
then you're putting us in danger.
- We're meant to be operating as a team here, Wyatt.
- We haven't been a team since Mac died,
and the whole reason we're in this fucking mess
is because you told us not to obey an order and kill Zayef.
- Because we deserve the truth.
- Then you went and put a bullet in his head,
splattering the fucking truth on the ground.
- What are you suggesting?
- Come on, Wyatt.
- Look, I'm trying to look out for you here.
- Then maybe you need to get your eyes checked,
'cause McAllister is dead, Chetri is gone.
- Okay, you know what, you're getting a little animated.
Why don't you just take a breath?
- Hey, fuck you, I'm animated!
Five Americans just got wiped out.
- All right, try it as an order then.
- I don't take orders from you
because we're not military anymore, remember?
We're fucking blacklisted.
And anybody that could have got us off that list is dead.
Spencer is dead.
Fortier is dead!
Everybody is fucking dead!
- Last chance.
- Somebody shoulda kicked your ass a long time ago.
- Yeah, probably, but it wouldn't have been you.
- Oi!
Oi, cut it out!
Boss!
- The fuck are you doing? - Jesus Christ!
- You want me to try again?
- Just calm down!
- I am fucking calm!
I'm the only one acting like a professional here.
We have a soldier who's been grabbed,
and you two wank-socks are too busy
flailing your dicks around!
The death list is incomplete.
It wasn't a total wipe at the CIA.
- Where's the other guy?
- The fuck was his name?
- Nice shirt, bro.
- Uh, thanks...bro.
- Bruno Rodgers.
Fuck.
- Wyatt, do you have access to CIA personnel files?
- No, this is all the clearance they gave me.
How 'bout you? British military?
- Still blacklisted.
- Hang on, if Russia's involved,
there is someone we could talk to.
- Oh?
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, she's out. I made a promise.
- It's for Chetri, boss.
She'll understand.
- It's me. - Alexander?
- Listen, I'm sorry.
We have a name we need checked out.
Do you still have contacts at the FIS?
- Which would put me back on Russia's radar.
- It's Chetri.
She's been grabbed.
- And it's my life, Alexander.
You know, for a moment there when you called, I thought
- Yeah, I know, and I wouldn't unless...
We lost McAllister.
We're blacklisted, on the run.
- Mac is dead?
- Yeah.
Munich. After the attack.
- Tell me what you need
and give me ten minutes.
But after this, you can never contact me again, Alexander.
Do you understand?
- I understand. Katrina
- Ten minutes.
- Got a data packet from Zarkova.
If the analyst was a Russian embedded in the CIA,
then he was most probably
part of the covert kukushka program.
- Russian for "cuckoo." Very cute.
- She also gave us the location
of the Zagreb Russian safe house.
- Did you ask her where my fucking postcard was?
- Do you understand what we just did?
If her people think she's still alive,
they will come after her, and they will kill her.
She just risked everything to help us.
- So no postcard then?
- There he is.
Third left.
- All right, get to that safe house
before they can extract her.
- Wait a minute. Wait, wait.
Look at that. Right there.
Elena Stavokina?
You recognize her, right?
Arianna Demachi is a Russian agent.
- No, no!
- Clear left. - Clear right.
- There was an attack on the CIA.
There was an attack on the CIA.
- Where? Where's our soldier, man?
Come on. Look at me, where is she?
Where'd they take her?
- I s-swear, I didn't want to do it.
I didn't wanna do it.
- Almost five years.
Butbut mainly passing information.
Nothing major, okay? I swear.
- Nothing major, huh? - No, no.
- Nothing major until today.
- There you go. There you go.
I got a directive this morning.
That's the job, right?
- Yeah, man, that's the job.
- Follow orders. - Hey, we've all been there.
You get a command, and the biggest question
you gotta ask yourself is
can you live with the consequences?
- Right, right.
- Please, we need you to tell us
where they've taken our soldier.
- You know, I, um...
I heard talking, uh
Vohon rendition site. Vohon.
- Vohon rendition site. Thank you.
- I'm not a bad guy. I'm not
- Really?
'Cause you just killed four people.
Four Americans who trusted you.
Trusted you with their lives
'cause they worked alongside you.
- And you're not gonna get any fucking sympathy from me.
- Vohon rendition site.
Krasnaya Sloboda region of Crimea.
Officially closed down ten years ago.
Off-books, off-radar.
The kind of black site you don't come back from.
- No!
- Da.
You get five seconds.
You get five seconds to be scared.
- Hello.
You have Zayef Hajdari's hard drive.
We would like you to share that with us.
You're not one of them.
Those soldiers.
I know what that's like, to pretend to be someone else.
- I'm
I'm 3145...
8101.
Manisha Chetri.
Lance Corporal.
- You're not Lance Corporal, though.
Not anymore. Are you?
- I'm sorry, but I can't answer that question.
- Of course. Stock answer.
Bedfordshire. Chicksands.
Stick to the training, hope for the best, right?
- Sorry, but I can't answer that question.
- I'm Foreign Intelligence Service.
Russian.
Why don't we make a deal?
I ask you a question, you ask me a question.
- Sorry, but I ca
- "But I cannot answer that question," yes.
Manisha,
if you don't cooperate, I'll send a man like that,
a man who enjoys hurting people.
He's standing there hoping I fail
so he can have his shot.
And this information...
why do you want it?
- Why do we want evidence that British and American
intelligence agencies funded a terrorist
to advance their own agenda?
You were going to blow the whistle anyway.
- For a greater good.
- And your country tried to kill you.
So is anyone really listening?
- I'm 3145 - Did you think your team
were trying to rescue you back there?
- Manisha Chetri. Lance Corporal.
- They were sent to kill you. - No.
- You betrayed them.
- I made a decision.
- And what did you expect, a medal?
Look what our countries do to whistleblowers.
- The truth - We hunt them.
Exile them. - The truth...
- Demonize them. - Is what matters.
- The truth is you will die here.
We are both trapped in this place.
But there is a way out.
I killed my son.
Moscow saw him as a liability,
and either I did it,
or they'd send a man who enjoys his work.
I know what loyalty is,
and I know when it's a fucking mistake.
But I had orders.
I think about what I did
and what that makes me.
- It makes you a fucking monster.
- And that was my flesh and blood.
So imagine what I would do to you if I had to.
- I am very unhappy man.
You bring me trouble. - After this, we're even.
- Even? No, no, you pay.
- We have no money.
- You had money before.
- Sorry, next time my sergeant steals from the Albanian mafia,
I'll make sure he puts a little extra on top.
- I told you I won that money playing poker.
- I'm sorry, apparently he won it at poker.
- Look on the bright side, mate.
It's a one-way trip to Crimea,
and you'll never have to deal with us ever again.
- But there's no runway in that region.
No safe landings, no bright side.
- Just get us airborne.
We'll look after the rest.
We have a soldier in trouble.
You were military once.
You understand.
- One minute to the drop zone.
Wind velocity is 15 knots,
blowing from the southwest.
- Prepare for action. - Good luck.
- Fucking cupcakes, sir! - Go!
- Don't move.
- All that technical speak.
I imagine you're fluent.
It's why you were useful to the team.
But it's also why you were never one of them.
Ah, don't be brave.
Bravery is foolish.
If you're honest with us, I promise you
you will walk away from this.
Ask yourself, who are you doing this for?
And is it worth dying over?
Good girl.
You asked who I was doing this for.
I don't know if you're...
you're close to your parents.
- I was brought up in the care of the state.
- Oops.
Put my foot in it there.
Sorry about that.
So...my father then,
as a student, he protested against the war.
Civil disobedience.
Sit-ins.
Nonviolent.
He even walked out of his engineering job
when they got a military contract.
- So for me to choose this job...
this life...
The things that we do,
it was a betrayal...
Of all he stood for.
We haven't spoken in, um...
Ten years now.
I told him he didn't understand.
That I was, uh,
doing something good
that would make a difference.
You were right.
I'm not like them.
- They have been a very bad influence on me, though.
- Brave.
And foolish.
Undo it.
- I can't.
- Undo it.
- Moving. - Move.
- I will shoot you.
- When I said I can't,
I meant it.
I made the failsafe one-way only
in case something happened
and I lost my nerve.
There's no way back.
- It's bulletproof!
- Blow the door! - Laying charges.
Clear.
Shit!
- And what would your father say now?
- I think he'd tell you to go fuck yourself.
- No!
Fuck!
- The place is locking down!
- Novin, let's go!
Quick! - Fuck.
- Gas! Gas, gas!
- Come on!
- Shit. Go, go!
- Searchers are moving closer.
The three of us together is too much of a risk.
Wyatt.
Novin, you move east.
I'll track south.
We'll meet across the border, RV three, two days' time.
- Copy.
- Novin?
Novin!
- What the fuck was that?
First Mac.
Now Chetri.
- Two days' time.
Two days. - Okay.
- Copy that.
- Move!
- Oi! Get him!
know what Russia,
and what Arianna Demachi are planning.
They're using Arianna to take over the Albanian mafia.
I am about to suggest that we steal 250 million dollars
from the Russians.
If you're fighting without a cause,
then you're just another guy with a gun.
We have a cause. McAllister, Chetri.