Strike Back s07e06 Episode Script
Revolution: Episode 6
1 - (ROCKET SCREECHES) - (GUN COCKS AND FIRES) Lauren Gillespie, DEA.
I hear you're looking for a package.
Jean-Baptiste Zaza.
Notorious warlord.
- MANISHA CHETRI: This guy, Dagon Sao.
- GILLESPIE: Zaza's number two.
Grab the number two.
Bring him in.
I need a favor.
Dagon.
It'd be good if you eliminated him.
SAMUEL WYATT: I'm not your guy.
LAUREN GILLESPIE: I got your file.
Task force 18.
- (GUN COCKS AND FIRES) - (GRUNTS) DAGON SAO: Who the fuck are you? I'm the one you're giving the location of the nukes to.
Zaza's selling them.
Deal's going down tomorrow night.
(GUN COCKS AND FIRES) We're supposed to take him in alive, mate.
I didn't have a choice.
What's the deal with you and Wyatt? You got files on his previous job.
Zaza, he's expecting an arms broker, so we send him one.
Novin, you'll be taking her place.
Who's that man watching us? We've been compromised.
Go in noisy.
- (SCREAMING) - (GRUNTING) JEAN-BAPTISTE ZAZA: The game is over! - GRACIE NOVIN: (YELLING) Run! Now! - (GUNSHOTS ECHO) - Let's grab a bike.
- Or a plane? - (PROPELLERS WHIR) - Contact.
(ROCKET SCREECHES) (SPEAKING RUSSIAN) (GUN COCKS AND FIRES) [PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING.]
Come on, come on.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING.]
No, oh.
What was it? No, no, no, no, no, no.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[ALARM BEEPING.]
Slight engine failure.
[GASPS.]
It'll have to be the bloody river.
Okay, I can do this.
"You can do this"? What? You have landed a plane before? Yeah, I was more the copilot, slash-passenger.
Oh, shit.
Yeah, you might want to hold on to something there.
[ALARMS BEEPING.]
Ha! Whoo! I've always wanted to fly a plane! [LAUGHING.]
Well, you could have at least landed closer to shore.
What? It's okay, we can swim.
Yeah.
[EXOTIC BIRDS CALLING.]
We need to find a vehicle.
Get this intel to the RV.
Maybe this one.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
Maybe not.
[THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now And doin' things just to please your crowd When I love you like the way I love you And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero to call home This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero to call home [FOREBODING MUSIC.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Zaza, this is what we have from the cameras around the town.
They're headed into the jungle.
The sea plane turned west.
And these two might be still active in Changzou.
Get the word out.
A price on their head.
Nowhere to hide.
I want them dead.
Mm-hmm.
[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Real good shortcut, McAllister.
Yeah, we're fucked.
How many? Three.
Four.
Armed.
Searching.
Coming this way.
[MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
You think the others made it out? I think we need to get moving.
[DRAMATIC MUSICAL FLAIR.]
Ammo check.
Mag and a half.
Yeah, I got about the same.
You know, I'm starting to think that pissing off a warlord wasn't the smartest thing we've done.
Yeah, no shit.
- [BIRDS CALLING.]
- [INSECTS CHIRPING.]
Dead zone.
All right, so we need to get to open ground and reestablish contact.
Keep quiet, keep moving.
Great.
Miles of jungle, cartel on our ass, and McAllister acting all weird with me for no goddamn reason.
First time we met, do you remember what you said to me? I believe I called you an asshole.
You told me not to shoot the Libyan soldiers.
Said they were just doing their job.
You were annoying, but you were right.
That's the kind of guy you were.
"Were"? What the hell does that mean? [TENSE MUSIC.]
[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY.]
[FLIES BUZZING.]
Blindfolded.
Classic gangland execution.
No burial.
Fucking brutal.
Well, at least we know what to expect when Zaza catches up with us.
Still nothing.
Hey.
Did Dagon draw on you? Is this the fucking "left-handed right-handed" thing again? No, it's the "Gillespie having files on your time in Task Force 18" thing.
Telling you to drop it.
Did he draw on you? You said you didn't have a choice.
I already told you that, Mac.
Yes, he fucking did.
You know, I believe you less this time.
You've seen Dagon's rap sheet.
You've seen what he's done.
What fucking difference does it make? The difference is I think you're hiding something, so just tell me the truth.
You're the one that drove us into the jungle, and now you're getting twitchy because you can't admit that you screwed up.
Get out of my face, Wyatt.
- I mean it.
- Oh, yeah? Get down.
Skull mask about 20 feet behind you.
Can you get the drop on him? Can't fire, tell everyone in the jungle where we are.
Yeah, I got this.
Drop it.
Don't fuck with me, man.
Drop it.
Excuse me? It's okay, we're friendly.
You speak English? Mm.
We need a telephone or a radio.
[ANIMAL HOOTING IN DISTANCE.]
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
Not coming? [ROOSTER CROWING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Telephone.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
Hello.
How are you? Thank you.
That's great, thanks.
Uh, it's a private call.
- Can I - [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Yeah? Thank you.
Yeah.
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING.]
What happen? What? Oh, no, this? No, nothing.
It's a scratch.
Scratch gets infected.
Swells up.
Next you know [IMITATES CHOPPING.]
One-armed man.
Thank you.
[CHICKENS CLUCKING.]
Here.
Medicine.
[COUGHS.]
Oh, shit.
You make this stuff here? It's nasty.
Yeah, first drink bad.
Second drink better.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Local police are taking two white females to a Myanmar prison.
Seriously, bravos three and four? Are you sure? Chetri is looking into it now.
She'll provide you with the prison grid reference.
If you can make it there, it would be much appreciated.
Married.
20 years.
20 years? Congratulations.
You know, I met my wife in a bar on a Friday night.
- Mm-hmm? - It was happy hour.
We got married like a like a week and a half later.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
I have the prison coordinates for you.
- Ready? - Give it to me.
98.
9, 17.
4.
What if I can't extract them? They've got the intel with the nuke location.
You worry about bravos three and four.
I have a contingency.
Someone who might know where the devices are.
Going to meet them now.
I was pretty much deployed straightaway, so You miss her? Copy that, we'll find wheels and get moving.
Oh, fuck me.
Boss, we might have a situation.
Yeah, of course I miss her.
I miss the guy I should have been.
[GUN COCKS.]
Hands where I can see them.
- The hell are you doing? - They're with Zaza.
Mac, put the weapon down.
They're good people, trust me.
Put your hands down.
- Really? - Yeah.
Skull mask in there and a submachine gun.
You, go in hut to hut rounding up everyone in this village.
Mac, put the fucking weapon down, now.
The fuck are you playing at? Please, please.
We mean no harm.
Last time, mate, hands where I can see them.
And you, get that fucking weapon down before I make you.
Task Force 18.
That's what you wanted, right? It was a spec-ops unit in Iraq.
Got hit by an IED.
Tracked the bad guys back to a local village, shooting anyone that got in their way.
And I mean fucking anyone.
Wyatt, I mean it.
It ended up just like this, man.
Me with a weapon pointed on my best buddy.
Only that time, I pulled the fucking trigger.
So, please.
Better be right.
I am.
All right.
Yes.
And no.
Zaza has been good to us.
I'm sure he has.
Son of a bitch.
[GUNSHOTS RICOCHET.]
- [HOLLERS.]
- Move! Inside! Move! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Contact left! "Trust him," he says! "They're good people!" Not now, Mac! Fuck.
Vehicle, far end! You make a run for it, I'll hold them off.
- Go! - No, no, no! You don't get to screw up and then act the hero! I'm very fucking far from being a hero, Mac! All right, we agree on something, then! Oh, cute! Very cute! Fuck, I'm out! [PISTOL COCKS.]
Here! Nice knowing you.
Suppressive fire, I'll secure the vehicle.
On three! Three! - Mac, wait! - What? Yes, Dagon reached for his weapon! But I didn't give him much of a choice.
Okay, back on the clock! Ready? Yeah, move! Fuck.
Fuck! Moving! Come on.
[GRUNTS.]
[ENGINE TURNING OVER.]
How you doing, Mac? [ENGINE TURNS OVER, REVS.]
Wyatt, let's go! [RUBBLE CRUMBLES.]
Fuck! [HOLLERS.]
- [EMPTY GUN CLINKS.]
- Ah! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[HOLLERS.]
- Shit! - [GROANING.]
Wyatt! You okay? Yeah? Let's go, move! Go! [ENGINE REVVING.]
"Good fucking people"? [LAUGHING.]
Dick.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Good afternoon.
Are you in charge? [LAUGHS.]
Listen, we need to speak to the person in charge.
Are are you the boss? The boss? Where is your boss? Hey, hey! Grab my phone, grab my money, grab my ass.
Whatever you like.
We are peace workers! Western aid! Do you really want to start an international incident? Aww, go fuck yourself.
[BOTH HOLLERING.]
Fuck! [BOTH HOLLERING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSICAL FLAIR.]
- [PEOPLE WHOOPING, JEERING.]
- [CELL BARS CLANKING.]
[WOLF-WHISTLES.]
Yo, blondie! [GRUNTS.]
Quit shoving! I told you, we're peace workers! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Welcome to the neighborhood, ladies.
Fuck you! - [GATE CLANGS SHUT.]
- [LOCK TWISTS.]
I believe I have the soldiers you're looking for.
I will come for them.
What do you think happens if word gets out that I handed over British military to a drug warlord? The army will strip me of everything I have.
But prisons can be dangerous.
People meet with accidents.
If you can, make sure it hurts.
[SPITS.]
What exactly was the point of that? With the guard.
Fighting him.
We gotta get the cloning device back.
The missing locale? No, that is not what you were doing.
Meaning? [SIGHS.]
Zarkova, you got something to say You were told the mission was done, but you stuck in with Zaza.
[DISTANT CHATTER.]
The device hadn't finished leaching his data.
Yes, but the order had been given.
And with Laoshu, you went after him despite being told to stand down.
- Someone had to.
- Yes, but it was you.
Every time, it is you.
[GATE SQUEAKS.]
Gracie? I don't know.
[DISTANT CHATTER, LAUGHTER.]
Fuck you.
You ever see those people? They go to bars, have a few drinks, start noising folk up.
And before you know it, they're in a fight.
Smashing up the place, getting their head kicked in.
And then they get up the next night and do it all over again.
You're trying to get yourself killed.
[SOFT LAUGH.]
No.
I'm trying to remember to stay alive.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to still be here.
It's like I keep hoping that someone will come and put me down.
But I keep getting back up.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
Oh, yeah, here he comes.
I knew you'd miss me.
[LOCK CLICKS, TWISTS.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC.]
[KEYS JINGLING.]
Cheers.
Son of a bitch.
[GATE CLATTERS, CREAKS.]
Oh.
New friends.
So, what's the deal, ladies? Prison yard fight.
Very sad death.
Me and my girls walk free.
And I've got a bridge to sell you.
What? I don't understand this either.
You've never heard it means she's naive.
We're British military.
You take us down, you really think the warden's gonna let you out? Too much risk of talking.
[ALL HOLLERING, GRUNTING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Don't you do it! If you cut her, you'll die next.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[GROANING.]
If you want out, I've got a way.
- [GASPS.]
- Let her go.
Let her go.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
- [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
- [ALARM RINGING.]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[ALL GRUNTING.]
Grab the keys.
Shit.
[MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Are you sure this is the way to the warden's office? Yeah.
- Go.
I'll hold them off.
- No.
We need that intel! Get out of here! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[WOMEN HOLLERING, CHEERING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BOTH HOLLERING, GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[YELLS.]
[KNIFE STABS.]
[KNIFE RIPS.]
[GASPING, COUGHING.]
Give back what you took from us.
I won't tell you again.
Cut off her fingers.
Zaza wanted your personal effects destroyed.
We need to wipe all trace of you away.
You have no idea what we went through for this.
Zarkova.
We're good? No.
They destroyed the intel.
- What? - More guards are coming.
Do me a favor.
Keep the guards busy.
We got family in here.
We can't leave them behind.
I hope you make it.
Hey, blondie.
If I do, and you ever want to get a drink sometime Darling, I'm on the Russian Intelligence hit list.
Eh, I'm not fussy.
Good luck.
[DISTANT SHOUTING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Lock it.
[MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[GRUNTS.]
[ALARM BLARING.]
Shit.
It's a dead end.
There'll be a way out.
[DOOR RUMBLES.]
- Contact! Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck are you doing? I almost shot you! We came to the rescue! We don't need rescuing.
Fucking hell, kid, you could at least say hello.
Hello.
Stand back.
Shit.
We've got a fistful of riot guards up our ass! Move! That sounds like fun, but a little aggressive! - Intel? - Destroyed.
Boss said there might be another way to find the nukes.
Bloody hope so.
- Got wheels? - 'Course I got wheels.
How do you think we got here? - We flew.
- Smartass.
- Hurry.
- I'm driving.
You're sure? 90%.
You'd bloody better be.
Yes, I'm sure it's her.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Out.
Xander.
Going somewhere nice? [DRAMATIC MUSICAL FLAIR.]
I'm going to the airport to try and outrun this shit-storm you've whipped up.
Is that necessary? Chetri ran a DRT box on all cell phone signals.
Traced a message from you to Zaza just before my soldier was made.
I told you he was off-limits.
You're working with him.
Only so I can control him.
Vehicle closing in west.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
And I think you may have lost control.
Move.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[BULLETS WHIZZING.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Tangos approaching north and south.
Need to move inside.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING.]
[AMMO CLICKS.]
Tangos right outside.
They're checking doors.
Need to find an alternate exit.
Copy.
So do you want to tell me about you and Zaza? I used the DEA slush funds [PANTING.]
To back Zaza's takeover of the Punchan Cartel.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
But I got so much information in return about the rival gangs and all the deals going down.
That means head office think I'm a fucking superstar.
He's my ticket out of here, Xander.
Jesus Christ, Lauren, do you know where these suitcase nukes are? It's the east compound.
Deep in the jungle by the river.
Ten miles hard south of Singsha Town.
Zero, package to location.
Zaza's riverside compound.
Ten miles south of Singsha.
Get me a fix on it.
- Copy.
- [LOCK CLICKS.]
I'm sorry.
I really am.
But this is work.
[HOLLERS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC.]
[BOTH HOLLERING, GRUNTING.]
[CORD TIGHTENING.]
[CHOKING.]
[PANTING.]
[GUNFIRE.]
Huh.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[GRUNTS.]
I've lost the feed, Commander.
Come in? Come in? Zero, come in.
[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Zero, come in.
[SOFT GROAN.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GUNSHOT WHIZZES.]
I'm sorry, I've never fired on anyone before.
Terrible shot.
Great distraction.
This way, bravo inbound.
You shouldn't have come for me.
You needed support.
I am not worth dying for! [TIRES SQUEAL.]
- Need a lift, boss? Get in! Let's go.
[BRAKES SQUEAKING.]
[ENGINE CUTS OUT.]
Mrs.
Gillespie, I appreciate the directions, but I'm afraid I need you to take me all the way to Zaza himself.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Please.
Think he's gonna welcome you with open arms? He'll kill you.
We'll see.
Best route to the compound is via the river.
Once we hit land, though, we'll be up against military-grade defenses.
"We"? Are you going in with us? Biggest drug cartel in the region.
You'll need help.
Attagirl.
Boss, you got a second? Agent Gillespie.
She asked me to take out Dagon, Zaza's number two.
Said it was DEA stuff.
And you didn't think to tell me? Sergeant Wyatt, if there's something you'd like to add? - Sir - He hesitated on Dagon.
As a result, almost got himself shot.
Almost screwed the op.
He's just feeling sorry for himself 'cause she messed with his head.
Is that how it went down? Yes, sir.
Gillespie was a shortcut.
I should have learned my lesson.
Sir.
One final thing.
If we can't extract these devices, we need to destroy them.
We can't risk them getting out into the world.
And if that means we don't make it out [TENSE MUSIC.]
As a last resort.
[MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Hey, he's with me.
He's with me.
You think British military are bad? Just wait until they find out what you've got.
You'll have the Americans, the Chinese, the Russians.
And they won't want to make a deal.
They'll rip them from your hands.
But you will pay me what I'm asking? Mm, you have stolen from me, but I'm a realist.
This is the simplest way to get them back.
All I need is a satellite phone and a secure line.
- [BLADE SHISHES.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Why should I believe you? The DEA says she will protect me, but she brings soldiers into my world.
Al Shabaab send me a weapons broker but that broker was a lie.
I told you not to go too far, but you got greedy.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
- [SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
I'm not asking for your trust.
I am simply asking for the details of your bank account.
Or I could cut your throat.
[GRUNTS.]
Would you like me to show you? Or shall we make a deal? Get this man a phone.
[BROODING MUSIC.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC BUILDS.]
On my mark.
Three two one.
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
[BLADE SHISHES.]
- [GRUNTING.]
- [KNIFE STABBING.]
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[ALL EXCLAIM.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Move! This is not my doing! [ALL GRUNTING.]
Weapons down! [HOLLERS.]
- Suppressing! - Open smoke! [SCATTERED GUNFIRE.]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC.]
[MAN SHOUTING.]
[WOMAN SCREAMS.]
[MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Sergeant Wyatt.
Pavel, what the hell are you doing here? Trying to finish Katrina's job for her so she can come home alive.
Quick, down.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
I also know where the nukes are.
We got Pavel in the area! Says he knows where the nukes are.
Solid copy, mate.
Get on them.
- It's me! - Gillespie.
Clear left.
Clear right.
Mac, help me up.
You compromised Wyatt, betrayed Novin.
Come on.
Oh, God! [PAINED GROANING.]
Oh, shit.
[PANTING.]
On second thought, get me some more ammo there, soldier.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GROANS.]
Get out of here.
"Kissing a snake" might have been a bit harsh.
[LAUGHS.]
[PANTING.]
[GROANING.]
Oh, fuck.
[RIFLE CLICKING.]
Fuck.
Fuck you.
[GUNSHOT.]
Contact! [SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
Corporal! [CHUCKLES.]
- Drop it.
All this gunfire.
All this noise for what? We want the suitcase nukes.
Clearly.
But what do I get? You get to live.
[CHUCKLES.]
You make that sound like a prize.
[DISTANT GUNFIRE.]
Take them.
Just like that? Bollocks.
What have they brought me? Pain, misery, and death.
I have the key for the truck.
Well, throw 'em, then.
Children throw.
I will hand them over, as befits a man.
Not buying it.
Your choice.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Going in.
[SILENCED GUNSHOT.]
- [GROANS.]
- [SHOTGUN FIRES.]
- [EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[ALL HOLLER.]
Fuck! [SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
[BULLETS WHIZZING.]
[BULLETS RICOCHETING.]
I got the nukes! Mission priority, move them out.
Moving! - Suppressing fire.
- Copy that.
[ENGINE GRINDING.]
Come on.
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
- [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
- Come on, let's go! [ENGINE REVVING.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
Pavel.
We gotta leave him.
Mission comes first.
I know.
Fuck it.
Go, go! Covering! He's in, move! Let's go! [GRUNTS.]
Come on, Mac! Get up! It's gonna blow! [DEVICE BEEPING.]
[TRANQUIL MUSIC.]
[BEEPING ECHOING.]
[INAUDIBLE.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS.]
[EXPLOSIONS BOOMING.]
Zero, we have the package! Moving out! Copy, meet at the RV point.
All bravos fall back.
Copy.
And that is how you do an exfil! [LAUGHING.]
Hey, you're right, Pav.
You just stay frosty.
[LAUGHS.]
Sergeant Wyatt, you did not need to help me.
You are a good man.
I don't know about that, but, uh I'm trying.
I suppose I was counting on it.
[GRUNTS.]
Fuck! Pavel, no! [TIRES SQUEALING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Pavel, no! No! [SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
[ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
Katrina.
Katrina! [ENGINE REVVING.]
[GASPING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTING, PANTING.]
Fuck.
[GROANS.]
Mac, it's me.
Listen, I'm at grid reference, uh 22.
79 96.
62.
[GRUNTS.]
It was fucking Pavel.
Pavel's got the nukes.
Zarkova might be in on it too.
I don't know.
[PHONE LINE CHIRPS.]
Fuck.
[GROANS.]
[PHONE BEEPS.]
[MELLOW POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
- And there is a silence - [SINGING ALONG.]
Hello? Hey, honey.
Sam, is that you? [UNEASY MUSIC.]
Yeah, it's me.
Did you seriously just "hey, honey" me after three fucking years? [COUGHS.]
Yeah, I'm an asshole.
You are an asshole.
But you don't sound so good.
Yeah, I'm in a little bit of a [COUGHS.]
situation, here.
Uh listen, I don't think I'm gonna make it back home this time.
Maddie, I'm gonna run out of battery, okay? So so just please listen.
I wanted to call before now, and I wanted to tell you why I had to stay away for so long.
I just didn't know where the hell to start.
Sam, you were a shitty guy with a shitty job, but I still loved you.
[BITTERSWEET MUSIC.]
I'll sign the divorce papers, I will.
[GROANS.]
I I was gonna, I promise.
You're too late.
I already got an annulment.
But thanks for the grand gesture.
I guess.
Uh, okay.
Um well well, good for you.
[LAUGHING.]
Maddie, I just wanted you to know that you gave me so much love, and I just didn't know what to do with it.
I just I just wanted you to know I'm sorry, okay? [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I'm just I'm just so fucking sorry.
- Sam - [GROANS.]
Sam? Sam, are you there? [TENSE MUSIC.]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Wyatt? [GROWLING, PANTING.]
Wyatt? It's okay, mate.
Medic! [BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
Get on your knees.
Put your hands on your fucking head.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
Get on your knees.
[DARK MUSIC.]
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING.]
When I heard you were on the team they were sending, I almost didn't go through with it.
I was willing to disobey orders everything I've worked for just for you.
Shut the fuck up.
[SNIFFS.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
When this call ends, you are going to tell me everything about this operation.
No, when this call ends, you will salute me, and then you will call me "sir.
" [LAUGHING.]
Katrina - [SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
- [PHONE BEEPS.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
[THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero to call home [ENGINE REVVING.]
I hear you're looking for a package.
Jean-Baptiste Zaza.
Notorious warlord.
- MANISHA CHETRI: This guy, Dagon Sao.
- GILLESPIE: Zaza's number two.
Grab the number two.
Bring him in.
I need a favor.
Dagon.
It'd be good if you eliminated him.
SAMUEL WYATT: I'm not your guy.
LAUREN GILLESPIE: I got your file.
Task force 18.
- (GUN COCKS AND FIRES) - (GRUNTS) DAGON SAO: Who the fuck are you? I'm the one you're giving the location of the nukes to.
Zaza's selling them.
Deal's going down tomorrow night.
(GUN COCKS AND FIRES) We're supposed to take him in alive, mate.
I didn't have a choice.
What's the deal with you and Wyatt? You got files on his previous job.
Zaza, he's expecting an arms broker, so we send him one.
Novin, you'll be taking her place.
Who's that man watching us? We've been compromised.
Go in noisy.
- (SCREAMING) - (GRUNTING) JEAN-BAPTISTE ZAZA: The game is over! - GRACIE NOVIN: (YELLING) Run! Now! - (GUNSHOTS ECHO) - Let's grab a bike.
- Or a plane? - (PROPELLERS WHIR) - Contact.
(ROCKET SCREECHES) (SPEAKING RUSSIAN) (GUN COCKS AND FIRES) [PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING.]
Come on, come on.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING.]
No, oh.
What was it? No, no, no, no, no, no.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[ALARM BEEPING.]
Slight engine failure.
[GASPS.]
It'll have to be the bloody river.
Okay, I can do this.
"You can do this"? What? You have landed a plane before? Yeah, I was more the copilot, slash-passenger.
Oh, shit.
Yeah, you might want to hold on to something there.
[ALARMS BEEPING.]
Ha! Whoo! I've always wanted to fly a plane! [LAUGHING.]
Well, you could have at least landed closer to shore.
What? It's okay, we can swim.
Yeah.
[EXOTIC BIRDS CALLING.]
We need to find a vehicle.
Get this intel to the RV.
Maybe this one.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
Maybe not.
[THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now And doin' things just to please your crowd When I love you like the way I love you And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero to call home This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero to call home [FOREBODING MUSIC.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Zaza, this is what we have from the cameras around the town.
They're headed into the jungle.
The sea plane turned west.
And these two might be still active in Changzou.
Get the word out.
A price on their head.
Nowhere to hide.
I want them dead.
Mm-hmm.
[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Real good shortcut, McAllister.
Yeah, we're fucked.
How many? Three.
Four.
Armed.
Searching.
Coming this way.
[MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
You think the others made it out? I think we need to get moving.
[DRAMATIC MUSICAL FLAIR.]
Ammo check.
Mag and a half.
Yeah, I got about the same.
You know, I'm starting to think that pissing off a warlord wasn't the smartest thing we've done.
Yeah, no shit.
- [BIRDS CALLING.]
- [INSECTS CHIRPING.]
Dead zone.
All right, so we need to get to open ground and reestablish contact.
Keep quiet, keep moving.
Great.
Miles of jungle, cartel on our ass, and McAllister acting all weird with me for no goddamn reason.
First time we met, do you remember what you said to me? I believe I called you an asshole.
You told me not to shoot the Libyan soldiers.
Said they were just doing their job.
You were annoying, but you were right.
That's the kind of guy you were.
"Were"? What the hell does that mean? [TENSE MUSIC.]
[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY.]
[FLIES BUZZING.]
Blindfolded.
Classic gangland execution.
No burial.
Fucking brutal.
Well, at least we know what to expect when Zaza catches up with us.
Still nothing.
Hey.
Did Dagon draw on you? Is this the fucking "left-handed right-handed" thing again? No, it's the "Gillespie having files on your time in Task Force 18" thing.
Telling you to drop it.
Did he draw on you? You said you didn't have a choice.
I already told you that, Mac.
Yes, he fucking did.
You know, I believe you less this time.
You've seen Dagon's rap sheet.
You've seen what he's done.
What fucking difference does it make? The difference is I think you're hiding something, so just tell me the truth.
You're the one that drove us into the jungle, and now you're getting twitchy because you can't admit that you screwed up.
Get out of my face, Wyatt.
- I mean it.
- Oh, yeah? Get down.
Skull mask about 20 feet behind you.
Can you get the drop on him? Can't fire, tell everyone in the jungle where we are.
Yeah, I got this.
Drop it.
Don't fuck with me, man.
Drop it.
Excuse me? It's okay, we're friendly.
You speak English? Mm.
We need a telephone or a radio.
[ANIMAL HOOTING IN DISTANCE.]
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
Not coming? [ROOSTER CROWING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Telephone.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
Hello.
How are you? Thank you.
That's great, thanks.
Uh, it's a private call.
- Can I - [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Yeah? Thank you.
Yeah.
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING.]
What happen? What? Oh, no, this? No, nothing.
It's a scratch.
Scratch gets infected.
Swells up.
Next you know [IMITATES CHOPPING.]
One-armed man.
Thank you.
[CHICKENS CLUCKING.]
Here.
Medicine.
[COUGHS.]
Oh, shit.
You make this stuff here? It's nasty.
Yeah, first drink bad.
Second drink better.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Local police are taking two white females to a Myanmar prison.
Seriously, bravos three and four? Are you sure? Chetri is looking into it now.
She'll provide you with the prison grid reference.
If you can make it there, it would be much appreciated.
Married.
20 years.
20 years? Congratulations.
You know, I met my wife in a bar on a Friday night.
- Mm-hmm? - It was happy hour.
We got married like a like a week and a half later.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
I have the prison coordinates for you.
- Ready? - Give it to me.
98.
9, 17.
4.
What if I can't extract them? They've got the intel with the nuke location.
You worry about bravos three and four.
I have a contingency.
Someone who might know where the devices are.
Going to meet them now.
I was pretty much deployed straightaway, so You miss her? Copy that, we'll find wheels and get moving.
Oh, fuck me.
Boss, we might have a situation.
Yeah, of course I miss her.
I miss the guy I should have been.
[GUN COCKS.]
Hands where I can see them.
- The hell are you doing? - They're with Zaza.
Mac, put the weapon down.
They're good people, trust me.
Put your hands down.
- Really? - Yeah.
Skull mask in there and a submachine gun.
You, go in hut to hut rounding up everyone in this village.
Mac, put the fucking weapon down, now.
The fuck are you playing at? Please, please.
We mean no harm.
Last time, mate, hands where I can see them.
And you, get that fucking weapon down before I make you.
Task Force 18.
That's what you wanted, right? It was a spec-ops unit in Iraq.
Got hit by an IED.
Tracked the bad guys back to a local village, shooting anyone that got in their way.
And I mean fucking anyone.
Wyatt, I mean it.
It ended up just like this, man.
Me with a weapon pointed on my best buddy.
Only that time, I pulled the fucking trigger.
So, please.
Better be right.
I am.
All right.
Yes.
And no.
Zaza has been good to us.
I'm sure he has.
Son of a bitch.
[GUNSHOTS RICOCHET.]
- [HOLLERS.]
- Move! Inside! Move! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Contact left! "Trust him," he says! "They're good people!" Not now, Mac! Fuck.
Vehicle, far end! You make a run for it, I'll hold them off.
- Go! - No, no, no! You don't get to screw up and then act the hero! I'm very fucking far from being a hero, Mac! All right, we agree on something, then! Oh, cute! Very cute! Fuck, I'm out! [PISTOL COCKS.]
Here! Nice knowing you.
Suppressive fire, I'll secure the vehicle.
On three! Three! - Mac, wait! - What? Yes, Dagon reached for his weapon! But I didn't give him much of a choice.
Okay, back on the clock! Ready? Yeah, move! Fuck.
Fuck! Moving! Come on.
[GRUNTS.]
[ENGINE TURNING OVER.]
How you doing, Mac? [ENGINE TURNS OVER, REVS.]
Wyatt, let's go! [RUBBLE CRUMBLES.]
Fuck! [HOLLERS.]
- [EMPTY GUN CLINKS.]
- Ah! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[HOLLERS.]
- Shit! - [GROANING.]
Wyatt! You okay? Yeah? Let's go, move! Go! [ENGINE REVVING.]
"Good fucking people"? [LAUGHING.]
Dick.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Good afternoon.
Are you in charge? [LAUGHS.]
Listen, we need to speak to the person in charge.
Are are you the boss? The boss? Where is your boss? Hey, hey! Grab my phone, grab my money, grab my ass.
Whatever you like.
We are peace workers! Western aid! Do you really want to start an international incident? Aww, go fuck yourself.
[BOTH HOLLERING.]
Fuck! [BOTH HOLLERING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSICAL FLAIR.]
- [PEOPLE WHOOPING, JEERING.]
- [CELL BARS CLANKING.]
[WOLF-WHISTLES.]
Yo, blondie! [GRUNTS.]
Quit shoving! I told you, we're peace workers! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Welcome to the neighborhood, ladies.
Fuck you! - [GATE CLANGS SHUT.]
- [LOCK TWISTS.]
I believe I have the soldiers you're looking for.
I will come for them.
What do you think happens if word gets out that I handed over British military to a drug warlord? The army will strip me of everything I have.
But prisons can be dangerous.
People meet with accidents.
If you can, make sure it hurts.
[SPITS.]
What exactly was the point of that? With the guard.
Fighting him.
We gotta get the cloning device back.
The missing locale? No, that is not what you were doing.
Meaning? [SIGHS.]
Zarkova, you got something to say You were told the mission was done, but you stuck in with Zaza.
[DISTANT CHATTER.]
The device hadn't finished leaching his data.
Yes, but the order had been given.
And with Laoshu, you went after him despite being told to stand down.
- Someone had to.
- Yes, but it was you.
Every time, it is you.
[GATE SQUEAKS.]
Gracie? I don't know.
[DISTANT CHATTER, LAUGHTER.]
Fuck you.
You ever see those people? They go to bars, have a few drinks, start noising folk up.
And before you know it, they're in a fight.
Smashing up the place, getting their head kicked in.
And then they get up the next night and do it all over again.
You're trying to get yourself killed.
[SOFT LAUGH.]
No.
I'm trying to remember to stay alive.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to still be here.
It's like I keep hoping that someone will come and put me down.
But I keep getting back up.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
Oh, yeah, here he comes.
I knew you'd miss me.
[LOCK CLICKS, TWISTS.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC.]
[KEYS JINGLING.]
Cheers.
Son of a bitch.
[GATE CLATTERS, CREAKS.]
Oh.
New friends.
So, what's the deal, ladies? Prison yard fight.
Very sad death.
Me and my girls walk free.
And I've got a bridge to sell you.
What? I don't understand this either.
You've never heard it means she's naive.
We're British military.
You take us down, you really think the warden's gonna let you out? Too much risk of talking.
[ALL HOLLERING, GRUNTING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Don't you do it! If you cut her, you'll die next.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[GROANING.]
If you want out, I've got a way.
- [GASPS.]
- Let her go.
Let her go.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
- [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
- [ALARM RINGING.]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[ALL GRUNTING.]
Grab the keys.
Shit.
[MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Are you sure this is the way to the warden's office? Yeah.
- Go.
I'll hold them off.
- No.
We need that intel! Get out of here! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[WOMEN HOLLERING, CHEERING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BOTH HOLLERING, GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[YELLS.]
[KNIFE STABS.]
[KNIFE RIPS.]
[GASPING, COUGHING.]
Give back what you took from us.
I won't tell you again.
Cut off her fingers.
Zaza wanted your personal effects destroyed.
We need to wipe all trace of you away.
You have no idea what we went through for this.
Zarkova.
We're good? No.
They destroyed the intel.
- What? - More guards are coming.
Do me a favor.
Keep the guards busy.
We got family in here.
We can't leave them behind.
I hope you make it.
Hey, blondie.
If I do, and you ever want to get a drink sometime Darling, I'm on the Russian Intelligence hit list.
Eh, I'm not fussy.
Good luck.
[DISTANT SHOUTING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Lock it.
[MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[GRUNTS.]
[ALARM BLARING.]
Shit.
It's a dead end.
There'll be a way out.
[DOOR RUMBLES.]
- Contact! Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck are you doing? I almost shot you! We came to the rescue! We don't need rescuing.
Fucking hell, kid, you could at least say hello.
Hello.
Stand back.
Shit.
We've got a fistful of riot guards up our ass! Move! That sounds like fun, but a little aggressive! - Intel? - Destroyed.
Boss said there might be another way to find the nukes.
Bloody hope so.
- Got wheels? - 'Course I got wheels.
How do you think we got here? - We flew.
- Smartass.
- Hurry.
- I'm driving.
You're sure? 90%.
You'd bloody better be.
Yes, I'm sure it's her.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Out.
Xander.
Going somewhere nice? [DRAMATIC MUSICAL FLAIR.]
I'm going to the airport to try and outrun this shit-storm you've whipped up.
Is that necessary? Chetri ran a DRT box on all cell phone signals.
Traced a message from you to Zaza just before my soldier was made.
I told you he was off-limits.
You're working with him.
Only so I can control him.
Vehicle closing in west.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
And I think you may have lost control.
Move.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[BULLETS WHIZZING.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Tangos approaching north and south.
Need to move inside.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING.]
[AMMO CLICKS.]
Tangos right outside.
They're checking doors.
Need to find an alternate exit.
Copy.
So do you want to tell me about you and Zaza? I used the DEA slush funds [PANTING.]
To back Zaza's takeover of the Punchan Cartel.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
But I got so much information in return about the rival gangs and all the deals going down.
That means head office think I'm a fucking superstar.
He's my ticket out of here, Xander.
Jesus Christ, Lauren, do you know where these suitcase nukes are? It's the east compound.
Deep in the jungle by the river.
Ten miles hard south of Singsha Town.
Zero, package to location.
Zaza's riverside compound.
Ten miles south of Singsha.
Get me a fix on it.
- Copy.
- [LOCK CLICKS.]
I'm sorry.
I really am.
But this is work.
[HOLLERS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC.]
[BOTH HOLLERING, GRUNTING.]
[CORD TIGHTENING.]
[CHOKING.]
[PANTING.]
[GUNFIRE.]
Huh.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[GRUNTS.]
I've lost the feed, Commander.
Come in? Come in? Zero, come in.
[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Zero, come in.
[SOFT GROAN.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GUNSHOT WHIZZES.]
I'm sorry, I've never fired on anyone before.
Terrible shot.
Great distraction.
This way, bravo inbound.
You shouldn't have come for me.
You needed support.
I am not worth dying for! [TIRES SQUEAL.]
- Need a lift, boss? Get in! Let's go.
[BRAKES SQUEAKING.]
[ENGINE CUTS OUT.]
Mrs.
Gillespie, I appreciate the directions, but I'm afraid I need you to take me all the way to Zaza himself.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Please.
Think he's gonna welcome you with open arms? He'll kill you.
We'll see.
Best route to the compound is via the river.
Once we hit land, though, we'll be up against military-grade defenses.
"We"? Are you going in with us? Biggest drug cartel in the region.
You'll need help.
Attagirl.
Boss, you got a second? Agent Gillespie.
She asked me to take out Dagon, Zaza's number two.
Said it was DEA stuff.
And you didn't think to tell me? Sergeant Wyatt, if there's something you'd like to add? - Sir - He hesitated on Dagon.
As a result, almost got himself shot.
Almost screwed the op.
He's just feeling sorry for himself 'cause she messed with his head.
Is that how it went down? Yes, sir.
Gillespie was a shortcut.
I should have learned my lesson.
Sir.
One final thing.
If we can't extract these devices, we need to destroy them.
We can't risk them getting out into the world.
And if that means we don't make it out [TENSE MUSIC.]
As a last resort.
[MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Hey, he's with me.
He's with me.
You think British military are bad? Just wait until they find out what you've got.
You'll have the Americans, the Chinese, the Russians.
And they won't want to make a deal.
They'll rip them from your hands.
But you will pay me what I'm asking? Mm, you have stolen from me, but I'm a realist.
This is the simplest way to get them back.
All I need is a satellite phone and a secure line.
- [BLADE SHISHES.]
- [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Why should I believe you? The DEA says she will protect me, but she brings soldiers into my world.
Al Shabaab send me a weapons broker but that broker was a lie.
I told you not to go too far, but you got greedy.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
- [SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
I'm not asking for your trust.
I am simply asking for the details of your bank account.
Or I could cut your throat.
[GRUNTS.]
Would you like me to show you? Or shall we make a deal? Get this man a phone.
[BROODING MUSIC.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[FOREBODING MUSIC BUILDS.]
On my mark.
Three two one.
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
[BLADE SHISHES.]
- [GRUNTING.]
- [KNIFE STABBING.]
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[ALL EXCLAIM.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Move! This is not my doing! [ALL GRUNTING.]
Weapons down! [HOLLERS.]
- Suppressing! - Open smoke! [SCATTERED GUNFIRE.]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC.]
[MAN SHOUTING.]
[WOMAN SCREAMS.]
[MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
Sergeant Wyatt.
Pavel, what the hell are you doing here? Trying to finish Katrina's job for her so she can come home alive.
Quick, down.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
I also know where the nukes are.
We got Pavel in the area! Says he knows where the nukes are.
Solid copy, mate.
Get on them.
- It's me! - Gillespie.
Clear left.
Clear right.
Mac, help me up.
You compromised Wyatt, betrayed Novin.
Come on.
Oh, God! [PAINED GROANING.]
Oh, shit.
[PANTING.]
On second thought, get me some more ammo there, soldier.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GROANS.]
Get out of here.
"Kissing a snake" might have been a bit harsh.
[LAUGHS.]
[PANTING.]
[GROANING.]
Oh, fuck.
[RIFLE CLICKING.]
Fuck.
Fuck you.
[GUNSHOT.]
Contact! [SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
Corporal! [CHUCKLES.]
- Drop it.
All this gunfire.
All this noise for what? We want the suitcase nukes.
Clearly.
But what do I get? You get to live.
[CHUCKLES.]
You make that sound like a prize.
[DISTANT GUNFIRE.]
Take them.
Just like that? Bollocks.
What have they brought me? Pain, misery, and death.
I have the key for the truck.
Well, throw 'em, then.
Children throw.
I will hand them over, as befits a man.
Not buying it.
Your choice.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Going in.
[SILENCED GUNSHOT.]
- [GROANS.]
- [SHOTGUN FIRES.]
- [EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[ALL HOLLER.]
Fuck! [SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
[BULLETS WHIZZING.]
[BULLETS RICOCHETING.]
I got the nukes! Mission priority, move them out.
Moving! - Suppressing fire.
- Copy that.
[ENGINE GRINDING.]
Come on.
[SILENCED GUNSHOTS.]
- [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
- Come on, let's go! [ENGINE REVVING.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
Pavel.
We gotta leave him.
Mission comes first.
I know.
Fuck it.
Go, go! Covering! He's in, move! Let's go! [GRUNTS.]
Come on, Mac! Get up! It's gonna blow! [DEVICE BEEPING.]
[TRANQUIL MUSIC.]
[BEEPING ECHOING.]
[INAUDIBLE.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS.]
[EXPLOSIONS BOOMING.]
Zero, we have the package! Moving out! Copy, meet at the RV point.
All bravos fall back.
Copy.
And that is how you do an exfil! [LAUGHING.]
Hey, you're right, Pav.
You just stay frosty.
[LAUGHS.]
Sergeant Wyatt, you did not need to help me.
You are a good man.
I don't know about that, but, uh I'm trying.
I suppose I was counting on it.
[GRUNTS.]
Fuck! Pavel, no! [TIRES SQUEALING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Pavel, no! No! [SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
[ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
Katrina.
Katrina! [ENGINE REVVING.]
[GASPING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTING, PANTING.]
Fuck.
[GROANS.]
Mac, it's me.
Listen, I'm at grid reference, uh 22.
79 96.
62.
[GRUNTS.]
It was fucking Pavel.
Pavel's got the nukes.
Zarkova might be in on it too.
I don't know.
[PHONE LINE CHIRPS.]
Fuck.
[GROANS.]
[PHONE BEEPS.]
[MELLOW POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
- And there is a silence - [SINGING ALONG.]
Hello? Hey, honey.
Sam, is that you? [UNEASY MUSIC.]
Yeah, it's me.
Did you seriously just "hey, honey" me after three fucking years? [COUGHS.]
Yeah, I'm an asshole.
You are an asshole.
But you don't sound so good.
Yeah, I'm in a little bit of a [COUGHS.]
situation, here.
Uh listen, I don't think I'm gonna make it back home this time.
Maddie, I'm gonna run out of battery, okay? So so just please listen.
I wanted to call before now, and I wanted to tell you why I had to stay away for so long.
I just didn't know where the hell to start.
Sam, you were a shitty guy with a shitty job, but I still loved you.
[BITTERSWEET MUSIC.]
I'll sign the divorce papers, I will.
[GROANS.]
I I was gonna, I promise.
You're too late.
I already got an annulment.
But thanks for the grand gesture.
I guess.
Uh, okay.
Um well well, good for you.
[LAUGHING.]
Maddie, I just wanted you to know that you gave me so much love, and I just didn't know what to do with it.
I just I just wanted you to know I'm sorry, okay? [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I'm just I'm just so fucking sorry.
- Sam - [GROANS.]
Sam? Sam, are you there? [TENSE MUSIC.]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Wyatt? [GROWLING, PANTING.]
Wyatt? It's okay, mate.
Medic! [BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
Get on your knees.
Put your hands on your fucking head.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
Get on your knees.
[DARK MUSIC.]
[PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING.]
When I heard you were on the team they were sending, I almost didn't go through with it.
I was willing to disobey orders everything I've worked for just for you.
Shut the fuck up.
[SNIFFS.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
When this call ends, you are going to tell me everything about this operation.
No, when this call ends, you will salute me, and then you will call me "sir.
" [LAUGHING.]
Katrina - [SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
- [PHONE BEEPS.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
[THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero to call home [ENGINE REVVING.]