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REPORTER: Two gunmen have been shot dead

after they opened fire in a shopping center,

-killing more than... -As many as Bü,üüü residents

of the city have fled their homes to escape the shooting...

REPORTER: Oovernment forces in the southern Philippines

have Iaunched an offensive against rebels,

as fighting escalates in this part

of Asia's Iargest Catholic country.

REPORTER: A national day of mourning in the Philippines

after 44 police commandos were killed in the Iine of duty

when an anti-terror operation went wrong.

REPORTER: 2üü heavily armed separatists

from the National Liberation Pront

attacked the city of zamboanga...

REPORTER: The officers from the police special action force

were killed during an operation

to capture one of the most wanted terrorists.

REPORTER: Philippine authorities now say

the toll in yesterday's hotel bombing

has risen to 1 46 dead and 231 wounded.

It is the most devastating terrorist attack in Asia

in ten years and the worst ever in Manila.

While no organization has taken responsibility for the blast,

western intelligence sources have identified chemical traces

that are the hallmark of the infamous arms dealer

Aamir Sarkawi.

International security experts say the Sarkawi family

is now instigating violence in remote capitals

to foster instability and thus

fuel massive arms sales around the globe.

(people chattering)

There he is.

-Kamran. -Raza.

Did Philippine intelligence track you?

Okay.

Pather.

(chuckles softly)

You did well.

KAMRAN : Thank you. we need to discuss Major Oeneral Rahman.

It's your sister's wedding.

I'm sorry. This can't wait.

I think your ISI officer was compromised.

Kamran, all Pakistani intelligence officers

are compromised.

One of our Afghani friends

discovered a Oerman SND agent in his circle.

And?

That particular general won't be very useful to us anymore.

He's been eliminated.

Thought you might want to know.

Don't forget his family.

Vengeance must always be profound and absolute.

(Iively music playing)

(whispers): I'm so happy.

So am I.

I'm very happy.

Oreat to see you. Oreat to see you.

(Iively music continues)

(phone whooshes)

(electronic clicking, beeping)

(indistinct military radio chatter)

Pentagon just received target confirmation

from MI6 ground asset.

You're clear to execute.

MAN (over radio): Tango, alpha.

(Iively music continues)

(rocket whooshing)

(explosion)

(wind whistling softly)

Hell of a presidential race, sir.

Every day, the same damn joke.

Seriously?

The hell they make you out of?

Sourbon and poor choices.

You pick a name yet?

Uh, we were thinking Senjamin if it was a boy.

Really?

Hell no!

(Iaughs)

If it's a girl, maybe.

Voight...

you want to run over him for me?

Selieve me, sir, we've tried.

(panting)

Saby?

Sabe?

(sighs, sniffs)

Mm.

What?

Little problem in the nursery.

AII right, so six cameras, right?

One, two, three, four, five, six.

-What, is that too much? -Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, it's too much. I thought that.

They're baby gifts from the guys.

I'II take them down.

AII we need is one baby monitor.

One baby monitor.

Right. Okay.

-And a Kevlar mattress. -And a Kevlar mattress.

Come here.

(growls playfully)

-Unhand me. -Never.

And guess who just got the next week off?

Oh, don't toy with me, young man'

'cause there will be consequences.

No, no, we're finishing this nursery.

I can't believe it's taken me this Iong.

(gasps softly)

Paint samples.

-What? -Yeah.

Oh, I got to show you these amazing paint samples.

-Can I get a shower first? -Ood, yes!

(groans)

(sighs)

(phone rings in distance)

Sir, Speaker of the House is waiting.

And the Senate Majority Leader would Iike five of your time.

Oh, um...

-I'II take him first. -Hmm.

When is Trumbull getting back?

The vice president has three more days of vacation,

and insinuated considerable violence

-if he heard my voice before then. -(chuckles)

Yeah, never get between that man and a fish.

Sir, I got your son on video chat.

Excellent.

He had his first date Iast night.

Mr. President, you need to take this, sir.

Sir, Speaker of the House?

You need to take this now, sir.

(Asher sighs)

This is the president.

(sighs)

Okay.

Thank you.

REPORTER (voice-over): Sources confirmed that Prime Minister

James wilson has died while sleeping in his residence

-at 1 ü Downing Street. -(phone ringing)

He is believed to have suffered a heart attack,

possibly from complications after a surgical procedure

to repair his knee a day earlier.

An autopsy has been scheduled within the next 4B hours

to determine the actual cause of death.

It's the white House.

It's okay.

My mom can come over.

(bells tolling)

(siren wailing in distance)

What we are proposing is that the funeral takes place

this Thursday, the ninth, 4:üü p.m. at St. Paul's.

The confirmed attendees are all world Ieaders,

with the Ione exception of the Russian president.

Well, no Iove Iost there.

Our Royal Pamily will attend a private service

at St. James's Palace the morning of,

with 2B other heads of state from all over the globe.

As per foreign royals, Prince AIbert of Monaco,

Oueen Rania of Jordan, Saudi Prince Muqrin.

Yes, it's a Iogistical nightmare.

Sut Iet's make sure this runs without a hitch.

Ouestions?

And what special requests

have the Yank circus demanded so far?

Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders part of the retinue possibly?

-(Iaughter) -That's a request I could Iive with.

I'm partial to the Kardashians myself,

-as apparently is Her Majesty. -(Iaughter)

1 9 special requests from 1 2 different countries.

We've denied all of them.

Any issues of special concern with our current assessments?

We all know about the 35ü or so Sritish nationals

who've traveled back and forth to Syria in the past year,

as we've seen before in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Of rising concern is

the handful we believe to be former military.

Is any of this actionable?

No.

Very well.

Then we will see off our dear friend James with dignity.

Oive him the ceremony he deserves.

Sir?

-Are you ready for us? -Oh. Yeah, come on in.

Take a seat.

(Sanning clears throat)

What are you guys so damn nervous about?

The Srits are world-class.

We all know their reputation.

Sut, still, these are the trips I hate.

Last minute, out of the country, no time to plan.

Are you sure I can't talk you out of this?

Lynne, it's a state funeral.

It's our oldest, strongest ally.

I spent half the night on the Iine with our advance team.

Metropolitan police will secure the perimeter

of the funeral at St. Paul's Cathedral.

Air Porce One will Iand at Stansted Airport.

On the ground, it's all Mike.

Touchdown,

then a 1 2-minute chopper ride to Somerset House.

Prom there, we take an armored-vehicle escort

down PIeet Street to the cathedral.

You don't seem thrilled.

Sritish have their hands full.

It's a clusterfuck... sir.

Well, 4ü different countries

with 4ü different security teams.

Minimal flexibility on approach routes,

funeral seating, egress.

Can we make it work?

Mike?

I always do, sir.

Oood.

I know it's not great timing for you, but...

It's what I do.

Thank you, sir.

(Iaughs)

There's my man.

Mr. Vice President.

How was your vacation, sir?

Son, you have any idea the joy a man feels

pulling a 7ü-pound king mackereI

out of the waters around Jekyll Island?

-No, sir, I don't. -That makes two of us.

And I'II have to wait until next year to find out.

Sut thanks for asking.

(thunder rumbling softly)

LEAH : Oh, yeah, that's in the Sinai.

DORIS: It's beautiful.

LEAH : There you go.

DORIS: Oee, that's incredible.

I Iove these things. They all...

Don't worry about a thing. we'II be fine.

Doris, can we have a minute?

Sure.

(chuckles softly)

Oh, you meant Leah!

-Right. -Very funny, Doris.

(chuckles)

And she tells me not to worry.

It's only three days.

Yeah.

And I'm not due for two weeks.

(sighs)

The walking away ain't... quite so easy this time.

Hey... I got this.

You go and you do what you have to do,

and we will be right here when you get back.

Okay?

You, say bye-bye to Daddy.

(Sanning chuckles)

Sye-bye, Daddy.

Sell tolls.

Yeah.

I Iove you.

(exhales)

You better.

Sehave.

(thunder rumbling)

-Uh, here you go. -Thank you.

You've been hiding Iately.

You busy nesting?

Something Iike that.

Mm-hmm. Your idea of nesting being

bullet-proofing the walls of the nursery?

-Now, that is actually a great idea. -(chuckles)

Yes.

(sighs)

I'II do it.

Well, (clears throat)

That only took two weeks.

Uh-uh.

It's no small thing being a godmother.

I mean, I didn't take your asking Iightly.

Oh, I know.

You think you can handle it?

(sighs)

Well, I'm competent, brilliant,

stunningly beautiful and really fucking honored.

Really honored.

Thank you, Lynne.

(beeps, Iock clicks)

Sig day ahead.

Correction. Mega day.

Morning.

Thank you.

Hi, sir.

Just your signature here, please.

-There you go. -Thank you, sir.

OPPICER: Struggling a bit around Euston.

Um, the SIackfriars is sorted for now.

Oentlemen, Iadies.

Today I need your undivided best.

The most important people in the world are in our care,

so muck in

and get it right.

OPPICER 2: AIways, Chief.

Hmm.

Oood morning, London.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Southpaw has Ianded.

Agent Sanning, John Lancaster from Pive.

-Hey, John. -Sit early, aren't you?

Nope.

We're moving up our schedule.

I see.

The fewer people know the president's

exact movements, the better.

-Why wasn't I told? -Nobody was.

That's how you keep it a surprise.

LANCASTER: well, thanks for the help.

(bell tolling)

REPORTER: with security at unprecedented Ievels

in anticipation of the funeral,

set to begin just an hour from now,

this isn't just a gathering

of the world's most powerful Ieaders,

it is the most protected event on earth.

OPPICER: Confirming ETA.

Rooftops in position.

AII units in position.

PILOT: Marine One, Two and Three

on final approach to Somerset House.

AIR TRAPPIC CONTROLLER: Marine One cleared for Ianding.

(sirens wailing)

(marching footsteps)

OUARD: PIatoon halt!

Present...

arms!

Nein. It's okay.

OUARD: Order arms!

Meine Liebe.

Thank you.

OUARD: Stand at ease!

(sirens wailing)

Yeah, I understand.

Yeah, I promise.

Everything is going to be fine.

Important matters of state?

That was daughter number two.

She didn't pass her driving test.

(gasps)

Ouess whose fault it is?

(ticking)

(sighs)

How much Ionger?

We are almost there sir.

I'm sorry but as expected...

...there are heavy security measures.

(bell tolling)

(birds cooing)

I can't believe we're doing this...

...a private tour of westminster Abbey...

...just for you.

I only turn 3ü once.

(bird squawking)

It's time Mr. President.

The cars are ready.

Sut not too ready...

wait 1 ü mins?

At Ieast.

(sirens wailing)

AOENT (over radio): Southpaw has arrived at destination.

(bell tolling)

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Sugs the shit out of me.

Thank you.

(bell continues tolling)

-Sir. -Thank you, Mike.

CLARKSON : Thank you very much, Lynne.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

CLARKSON : welcome.

-Oood to see you. -Senjamin,

thank you for coming.

We're grateful you could make it.

I'm sorry.

You know, the funny thing is,

James always hated funerals.

Yeah, don't we all?

(sirens chirp)

(sirens chirp)

(beeping)

(explosion)

(panicked screaming)

-(automatic gunfire) -(grunts)

(panicked screaming)

-Oet down! -(gunshots)

(panicked shouting)

JACOSS: Mike! Mike!

(explosion)

Move! Let's get inside!

(explosion)

Shit!

(gunfire)

AII right, back to the car!

JACOSS: Okay, okay, okay!

Orenade! Down!

Oo.

Seast is compromised.

Puck. They're not real cops.

Two at the front!

Oulf One to CAT team.

Support on me now.

-You okay? -Yeah. -Yeah.

Stay with me. we'II get you out of here.

(explosion)

Down!

-Shit. -Ooddamn it, Mike.

(siren wailing)

(screams)

(explosions)

(shouting in Japanese)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Madonna! Cos'e successo?

WOMAN : Anto...

(bell tolling)

(explosion)

(screaming)

AIDE (distorted): President...

(aide continues indistinctly)

(explosion)

(glass shattering)

(multiple explosions)

OPPICER: Oh, Jesus.

There's been a massive attack at the cathedral.

Chelsea Sridge has collapsed.

So has westminster Abbey.

Oet me SO1 5 Counter Terror.

Yes, sir.

Where's emergency response?

OPPICER: On their way, sir.

(sirens wailing)

Voight, where the fuck are you?

VOIOHT (over radio): AImost there.

(tires squeal)

Move! Oo! Oo!

(automatic gunfire)

You okay, sir?

Keep your head down.

SANNINO: Oet inside!

Oet inside!

JACOSS: Sronson!

-Sronson! Mike! -Mike!

-Let's go! -Mike!

SANNINO: Oo, go!

Let's get to the chopper.

(man yells)

Dean Court, black Land Rover.

(distant sirens wailing)

(distant sirens wailing)

(tires squealing)

ASHER: I don't believe it.

They overran everything.

Not everything.

(tires squealing)

(motorcycle engine reing)

Looking for hard extract, Marine One,

for Southpaw.

-(radio static) -Puck.

Comms are down.

(tires squealing)

-AII right, here we go. -(bullets ricocheting)

Oet down!

(siren wailing)

-Voight. -Yo.

Let him get next to us.

VOIOHT: Copy that.

Hold him. Hold him.

Now!

(tires squealing)

-(people shouting) -(engine reing)

(tires squealing)

Voight, hard brake now!

(tires squealing)

(Jacobs screams)

Drive!

(woman screaming)

Come on!

Down! Oet down!

JACOSS: Voight! Voight!

Voight!

-Voight! -Voight! (shouts)

(Sanning grunting)

Keep pressure on the wound.

-Voight! -Voight!

Voight.

He's dead, Lynne.

Oh, Ood.

(horn honking)

(horn blaring)

(tires squealing)

Oet down, sir.

(screaming)

Jacobs, take the wheel.

Oot it!

-Oet in! -Oot it.

(horn blaring)

(tires squealing)

(automatic gunfire)

ASHER: Mike, on your Ieft!

-Oet him! -Not really where you want to be right now.

Puck you!

Puck me?

Puck you.

We're almost there, sir.

(tires squealing)

AOENT: Come on, Iet's go.

Oo, sir, go!

REPORTER: Pive world Ieaders are confirmed dead,

along with hundreds of innocent civilians,

in an attack that has decimated

most of the known Iandmarks in the Sritish capital.

CIarkson and Asher are alive.

AII the rest are dead.

And I thought it was too much to hope for.

We just changed the world.

PIan S, Sultan.

Pate has smiled on us.

(distant siren wailing)

(tires squeal)

Lights out, London.

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct P.A. announcements)

(people exclaiming)

(Iine ringing)

(explosion)

The generators will kick in.

CLARKSON : Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

We've asked the residents of London

to stay indoors for their own safekeeping

while the situation remains fluid.

Let there be no doubt

that every relevant police authority

and counter-terrorism unit is actively at work

regaining control of our streets,

-(gasps) -and within hours

-Call Mike. -we will secure this city,

and those responsible will be swiftly brought to justice.

REPORTER (THRU TV): Prime Minister, how are you gonna...

-(dial tone beeping) -Jesus, it's not connecting.

How bad is it?

It's pretty goddamn bad, sir.

AII Iines of communication have been compromised,

both civilian and military.

-Shit. -we've tasked satellites

-and drones to get eyes on, but so far nothing. -Okay.

Sentinel Drone is on station.

We have visuals incoming.

They're coming up.

(all gasp)

TRUMSULL (softly): Oh, my Ood.

Nearest quick reaction force?

Sicily. Two hours out.

Spin them up.

And get a Iine to Downing Street

and to Sox Emergency Command.

Yes, sir.

MONROE: Satellite is up.

Marine One is airborne.

Southpaw is evac'ing.

-(all exclaiming) -Yes!

PILOT: Marine One with Southpaw on board en route to Stansted.

Prep Air Porce One for urgent departure. Copy.

OROUND CONTROL: Copy. Air Porce One prepped and ready to go.

It was a trap.

That's an understatement.

-(sighs) -Holy shit.

It's one thing to plan for this,

another to Iive it.

AII right, well, we're good now.

It'II be okay.

Yeah. we'II be on secure ground in ten minutes, okay?

There was no chatter on this.

None.

Something of this magnitude,

it took years to plan, and we had days.

ASHER: It's a fucking bloodbath.

How did they do this, Mike?

They only have to get it right once.

Today they got it right way more than that.

Puck. Puck.

PILOT: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!

Marine Three is down.

(softly): Oh, no.

Rooftop, three o'clock!

-You see 'em?! -Yeah.

PILOT: Marine Two, two shooters at three o'clock.

-(alarms beeping) -Copy that.

We're being pinged.

Stingers.

CO-PILOT: Deploying flares.

(explosion, glass shatters)

Okay, stinger down.

(alarms beeping)

PILOT: Stinger at three o'clock.

CO-PILOT: CIimb, climb.

PILOT: Marine One out of flares.

PILOT 2: Marine Two out of flares.

PILOT: Marine Two, prepare for sacrifice.

PILOT 2: Copy.

(explosion)

PILOT: Marine Two is down.

-(alarms beeping) -Missile Iock on.

Mr. President,

we're going to take a hit.

Srace for impact.

(wind rushing)

(grunting)

(Jacobs screaming)

MASON : Oh, no.

(coughing, groaning)

Sir.

Sir, are you good?

You okay?

Sit up.

Can you move?

Yeah?

Okay, sir.

You with me?

Yeah.

Lynne.

Lynne!

No.

-My Ood. -Oh, my Ood.

SANNINO: Lynne?

ASHER: Help me stop the bleeding.

Sen. Sen.

Sen.

Oet out of the chopper.

Sen, get out of the chopper.

This thing could blow at any second.

Oo.

(softly): Hey. Hey.

(sighs)

I never thought you would outlive me.

(sighs)

Me neither.

Oh, shit.

(shuttering breathes)

Do me a favor?

Stay alive.

You gotta see your kid.

Make those fuckers pay.

I will.

(crying)

(crying stops)

Sox Command,

this is Oulf One. Do you copy?

(radio static)

Sox Command, this is Oulf One.

Do you copy?

-(radio static) -Puck!

(sighs)

Puck. Looks Iike we're walking.

(motorcycles approaching)

Mr. President,

those better be comfortable shoes.

Sir,

I think you're gonna want to take a Iook at this.

I'II put it up.

To our friends in the west,

whose idea of war

is a remote dusty Iocation

thousands of miles

from the comfort zone of your shopping malls,

who send your poor to be blown to bits in our Iand

or better yet,

murder our families remotely from the sky.

Your time is over.

We're bringing the war to you.

Make no mistake,

this is the day

when your world changes forever.

(sighs) Jesus.

MASON : This is all over social media, too.

Everybody in the world has seen this.

Aamir... Sarkawi.

Number six on the ten Iist.

This man is responsible for more deaths

than the plague.

Sells arms to every failed state in the world.

(phone rings)

He has a vast array of connections.

Terrorists, mercenaries, corporations.

Mr. Vice President,

it's Sarkawi.

Put him through.

SARKAwl: I thought you might take my call.

You understand if I made it difficult to track.

You have me at somewhat of a Ioss.

I thought you would have Iearned a Iesson by now

about crawling out of your hole.

I never Iifted a finger against you.

You armed those who have.

I sold triggers,

Mr. Trumbull,

just Iike you.

What do you want?

Your president.

You can end this right now.

Just hand him over.

That's not going to happen.

Then every death from this moment forward

will be on your head.

Sarkawi sells arms through dummy companies,

some of them probably in London.

Pind a connection to him.

He's probably been planning this for years.

Everybody makes a mistake.

We have to find it

before he finds the president.

Let's get to it.

(dog barking in distance)

(grunts, chokes)

Mike, he's a policeman.

-(continues choking) -Yeah?

Not exactly standard police issue.

(continues choking)

Really?

(choking)

-(choking stops) -Oh, my Ood.

I've never seen a man suffocate before.

I didn't have a knife.

He's got more ammunition

than the entire U.S. Army.

How could they pull something Iike this off?

-There's got to be somebody on the inside. -Yeah.

Looks Iike it. These ain't your typicaI

spray-and-pray hillbillies.

These guys are pros.

We should go for the embassy.

No, they'II be expecting that.

There's an MI6 safe house near here.

I have a contact there.

We go there, we wait it out,

and we get an extraction.

-Do you trust them? -Yeah.

The fact is, every single one of these guys

is a terrorist asshole until proven otherwise.

The only person you trust right now is me.

-Okay? -(motorcycles approaching)

Come on, Iet's go.

SANNINO: we got to get underground.

-(motorcycles approaching) -These guys are everywhere.

(motorcycles approaching)

(echoing clatter in distance)

Let's go.

SANNINO: Stay here.

-I'II be back. -Okay.

(footsteps echoing)

(automatic gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

(men shouting in distance)

(pulls pin, tosses it to the floor)

(men shouting in distance)

(explosion)

(men coughing)

(gunfire)

(man's gasping breath)

(man yells)

(man shouts)

KAMRAN (over radio): Raza.

(over radio): Raza.

Here.

(grunting)

-(yells) -Or we can do this

-the really fuckin' hard way. -(screams)

Raza,

(over radio): answer me, brother.

Okay.

Raza's not feeling too welI

at the moment.

He's a Iittle bit fucked up.

Yo. what's this dickhead's name?

This is Kamran. who is this?

Hey, Kamran.

My name's Mike Sanning.

-You are the one with the president. -Singo.

So why don't you boys pack up your shit

and head back to Puckheadistan or wherever it is you're from?

(sighs): You should have Iet us kill him quickly,

because now...

we're going to kill him slowly

and stream it Iive

for the whole world to see.

Can you hear me, Mr. President?

-Tell him. -Yeah, he can hear you.

Here's something I want you to hear first.

(groans)

(yelling)

(Raza yelling, grunting)

That's the sound of your brother dying.

SANNINO: Yeah. Not much of a talker, that one.

Sut I'II bet you one of your men will.

I'II see you soon, Kamran.

(Sanning panting)

-Was that really necessary? -No.

- -(sighs)

TRUMSULL: The Srits are compromised.

Police for sure.

-Who do you trust? -we can also assume

all communications are compromised.

Anything that isn't secured could get into

-the wrong hands, sir. -And Sanning would know that, too,

so how could he even reach out for help?

There.

Preeze that.

Sir...

is-is Sanning Ieft-handed?

No, he's right-handed.

Okay, well, the president doesn't move without a drone

or a satellite over his head.

Sanning knows that.

McMILLAN : It's his Ieft hand. Southpaw, six.

Shorthand for MI6.

Look for any MI6 Iocation in that area.

-Yes, sir. -AII right, Sanning. (chuckles)

(panting)

You okay?

Hell, yeah.

Made out of bourbon and bad choices, huh?

Huh. Sit down. Take deep breaths.

(both panting)

How many you think died?

(panting): I don't know. A Iot.

AII those innocent people.

Dead... because of me.

No, not because of you. Secause of them.

They're trying to kill you, sir.

And they've killed all these people

just to make everyone else a Iittle more afraid.

Well, fuck that and fuck them.

Mike...

...you don't Iet them take me.

-I'm not going to. -Let me finish.

If it comes to it, if it's going to happen...

-Sir, Iook... -Mike.

If it comes to it, I want you to kill me.

That's an order.

I will not be executed for propaganda

as my son and the American people see me

on fucking YouTube for the rest of their Iives.

(Sanning exhales)

Okay.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Vice President Trumbull, it's an honor, sir.

Chief Inspector.

I'm afraid our news isn't promising.

Our dearly departed Prime Minister James wilson

was assassinated.

Poison in his anesthesia,

and his doctor's body found dumped about an hour ago.

TRUMSULL: State funeral.

Must-attend event

for western Ieaders, each one a target. Ooddamn.

And we walked right into it.

And all dead-- bar your man and ours.

-What's happening on the ground? -Uh, the terrorists

have killed 1 9 first responders,

with... another 3ü unaccounted for.

They're impersonating us.

Our people are walking right into ambushes.

OENERAL: Say the word, we go in.

Sut make no mistake...

we risk turning London into another Pallujah.

(sighs): That's the Iast thing we need,

the president in the middle of an urban battle.

Or the citizens of London.

You're just as Iikely to take out

half the Metropolitan police force unless you can tell me

how you can tell the difference

between the good guys and the bad guys.

We're gonna have to stand down our emergency services.

(chuckles): Surrender London?

He's right.

Take out all Iegitimate personnel.

Anyone that remains is a terrorist.

Look, the sooner we end this, the more chance there is

of stopping London becoming a complete war zone.

Well, how do we get the word out to our people?

Air-raid system.

We sound that, people know to stay secure in their place.

Then... we Iet the military sweep in...

go door-to-door if necessary...

clear these bastards out.

(air-raid siren blaring)

-(dogs barking) -(siren continues blaring)

- -(siren continues blaring)

- -(siren blaring in distance)

(panting)

(intercom buzzes)

MAN (over intercom): Oood evening.

Is Auntie in?

(buzzer sounds)

Put that away.

Are you who I think you are?

Unfortunately.

(quietly): Thanks.

what a pleasure this is,

two handsome men visiting me on such a Iovely evening.

Long time, Jax.

Yeah, not Iong enough.

-Mr. President. -Sir, Jacquelin.

MI6's finest.

-Don't fuck with her. -ASHER: Hello. -Mm.

JACOUELIN : The phones are down.

That said, it did allow us to pick up this.

TRUMSULL: Mr. President,

Sanning...

I hope this finds you well.

Mike, we got your message,

and I'm sure you don't know

who you can trust, and all prior authentications

may be comprised,

so I offer you this.

Do you have any idea the joy a man experiences

pulling a 7ü-pound king mackereI

SANNINOITRUMSULL: ...out of the waters around Jekyll Island?

That's him.

TRUMSULL: A Delta team

has been clandestinely inserted.

Sy now, they should be en route to your position.

They'II take you to the U.S. embassy,

where an armored convoy stands by

to get you out of SAM range and onto a military jet.

Thank Ood. Let's get us out of here.

AII right, so who's behind all this?

Aamir Sarkawi.

(exhales)

(Asher sighs heavily)

ASHER: Sarkawi provides armaments.

He's a fucking criminal.

Shielded by governments.

Mike, there was a drone strike to get him two years ago,

authorized by the OB, so we took a shot.

(sighs) He survived.

We didn't know his family was there.

His daughter was killed.

Well, he certainly got his revenge.

-JACOUELIN : Mm. -Civilians?

Well, they're not being targeted specifically, but...

-Collateral damage? -Yeah, quite a Iot, I'm afraid.

It's government targeted.

No official support from any country-- it's Sarkawi's show,

but he didn't have any problems finding recruits, did he?

It's the United Nations

of every-fucking-body that hates us.

(sighs)

Now, who's on the inside? There's got to be somebody.

Yeah, you're right.

They've infiltrated our CCTV system.

And that can't be done outside the network.

SANNINO: Yeah. Sut who?

-I don't know. -ASHER: Mike,

if you hadn't moved our schedule up...

Here you go, sir.

-Oet this down you. -Thanks.

I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty as fuck.

ASHER: Yeah.

Mmm.

How you doing?

I was just thinking about my son.

He sends me these jokes every day.

It's kind of our... I don't know, our thing, or...

(Iaughs) A Iittle off-color.

His mother wouldn't approve, but...

I'II tell you something, Mike,

these Iittle messages I get from him every day...

they mean everything. You'II see.

Most important thing--

Never criticize, always encourage.

You just want them to be passionate--

That's what I always tell my son.

Pind something you care about and care deeply.

That and the golden rule.

Treat others as you'd Iike to be treated.

That's it?

(chuckles): Yeah, basically.

What about all the other stuff?

You know, sleeping,

-eating... -(chuckles)

EIectrical outlets, diapers,

-stairs and... -(Iaughs): That stuff takes care of itself.

Really?

(Iaughs): No. You'II figure it out.

(clears throat)

MAN : I think your dates have arrived.

When did Trumbull Ieave that message?

(tapping keyboard)

-6: 1 3. -32 minutes.

No way they got here that fast.

-Does it zoom in? -Yeah.

They're not sweating.

-What? -That gear weighs 4ü pounds.

They just stalked all the way from outside the wire,

-and not a drop of sweat. -It's got to be them.

Now they're going round the back.

This doesn't Iook Iike a rescue formation.

PIease don't tell me that's not our Delta team.

They've intercepted Trumbull's message.

Jax...

where's the armory?

Oo.

Are you not coming?

SANNINO: They'II have this place surrounded.

They catch us in the open, we're done.

Sut they're not Iooking for you.

Oo. Pind the mole.

Right. The wheels are in the garage downstairs.

(clack nearby)

AII right, point this end towards your bad guy.

This is not good, Mike.

Stay in here. Stay down.

And if anybody but me opens that door,

you empty that into them.

What if you don't come back?

You're fucked.

Mike...

Don't jinx me.

That was inspiring.

(gunshot)

(metal scrapes)

-(stabs) -(grunts)

(grunting)

(man choking, gasping)

(Sanning grunting)

(grunting)

(yells)

(panting quietly)

(yells, grunts)

(yelling, grunting)

(yelling in pain)

(grunting)

(panting)

(yells)

(strained grunting)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(gunshot)

(panting)

I was wondering when you were gonna come out of the closet.

That's not funny.

(panting)

we're almost out of this, sir.

I have another mile in me, Mike.

Okay, Iet's go.

(car alarm chirps)

-SANNINO: Ood bless, MI6. -I'II drive, you shoot.

(engine starts)

(thunder rumbling)

(beeps)

What the fuck are you doing here?

-We have a mole. -I know.

Well, any ideas?

Someone high up with access to everything--

Routes, security protocols...

-emergency services. -(clears throat quietly)

Jacquelin.

What brings you here?

KAMRAN : Do we have the embassy covered?

SULTAN (over radio): Affirmative, brother.

Double the men.

I want every single man on that perimeter.

(shouting)

(tires squeal)

Shit.

The car's bullet-proof,

not politician-proof.

Hey, I'm the President of the United States.

I haven't driven a car in six years.

-What do you want? -Puck.

Take a Ieft.

(tires squealing)

Where we going, Mike?

Embassy.

Embassy? You said they're expecting that.

They are, but we are shit out of options.

Take a right.

Mr. Vice President,

you wanted us to find Sarkawi's mistake.

Take a Iook at this.

McMILLAN : Of the 11 9 known

Sarkawi front companies he's used in the past...

MONROE: 2B have been Iocated in the UK,

11 in London proper.

Well, that's not news.

Sut it's a baseline.

Now, every entity he's ever used

in the past followed

a very rough communication pattern

except...

TRUMSULL: No known communication in or out ever.

Well, that's under construction.

No one Iives or works there.

That's why this is particularly interesting.

I had my NSA analyst take a peek at the power usage.

Through the roof for the Iast three weeks.

Pretty odd, considering nobody Iives or works there.

Central London.

Right under our bloody noses.

Tell SAS that we're gonna make a house call.

(tires squealing)

Right.

It doesn't feel right.

SIow.

Left.

Okay, stop.

This don't Iook good, Mike.

There's no way to dress this up, sir.

It isn't good.

Could be worse.

We could be walking.

Attaboy.

Don't stop for anyone.

(engine revs, tires squealing)

(gunshots)

(explosions)

Puck!

(tires squealing)

ASHER: Are we clear?

Yeah.

(Iaughs)

-We fucking made it. -we did it.

-We did it. -(Iaughs)

(engine revs)

(tires squealing)

(distant, distorted groaning)

ASHER (distantly): Mike!

(distantly): Mike!

(car doors opening, closing)

Mike!

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(groaning)

(screaming)

Where is he?

(screaming continues)

Where is he? where the fuck is he?

Where is he?

Where'd they take him?

Lexing...

Sroadwick and Lexington.

Stop. He's done!

Leave him. Come on.

Sack off. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

(panting)

You've gotta be Sanning.

Will Davies, Captain 2-2, SAS.

Trumbull sent us. Code: Jekyll Island.

President Asher has just been taken,

and these assholes intend to publicly execute him.

DAVIES: we know. At B:üü p.m.

It's all over the Internet.

We'II take care of it. Move up.

Hey, hey, wait.

Look, we can't Iet you come with us, mate.

How many times have you saved this man's ass?

Now, I'm gonna go get him,

and you can either kill me, or you can come with me,

but it ain't gonna go any other way.

After you.

OPPICER: CCTV's back up.

-What did you do? -Sack online.

Disabled the authorization code

that shut down the CCTV systems.

They've been watching us using our own surveillance systems.

Wait.

What authorization code?

(groaning)

(panting)

You should be thankful.

How many men get to experience their death witnessed

by billions Iive?

You are going to go down in history.

I'm not the only one who's gonna die today, Kamran.

(indistinct shouting)

Sox Command.

Sanning.

Mike Sanning?

Chief Inspector Hazard, Scotland Yard.

Hold your position.

Our military will be on your Iocation in 2ü minutes.

No, sir. The president's gonna be dead in ten.

You don't understand.

We have NSA imagery

of where you're going.

It's their base of operations.

There are nearly a hundred terrorists in there.

Yeah?

Well, they should have brought more men.

AII right.

Things are gonna get sporty.

Just watch your balls.

Will do.

(automatic gunfire)

RPO!

(explosion, men screaming)

(explosion)

(man screams)

DAVIES: Two o'clock clear! Move up!

(explosion, men screaming)

(screaming)

(men grunting, shouting)

(metallic pinging)

Okay, fuck that.

They're dug in Iike ticks on a dog's arse.

We can't storm that building with a force this small.

Yeah.

-They'd kill the president the second we tried. -Yeah.

AII right, call Sox Command.

Make sure the utilities here are isolated and switched on.

You sound Iike a man with a plan.

-See the generator? -Yeah.

Let's poke out their eyes.

Yeah. Oenerator, twelve o'clock.

Puck.

What happened?

Power supply was just cut.

KAMRAN : Oet the emergency generators up.

Come on!

Mike.

SANNINO: This is what we've got.

This is a three-story building.

The entrance point is here.

There are two stairwells, one here and one here.

We believe the president's being held

in this room on the second floor.

-Hold your position. -Uh-huh.

I need you to hit this building with everything you got.

-You got it. -Keep them busy.

I'II sneak in solo.

Take that.

Do not touch that button until I tell you.

Are you fucking crazy?

Yeah.

Wish me Iuck.

(automatic gunfire continues)

Don't shoot me.

(explosion)

(automatic gunfire continues outside)

(men talking indistinctly)

(men continue talking indistinctly)

(groaning)

(groaning)

They are almost here.

Why don't you just kill him now?

No.

The whole world has to see this.

(automatic gunfire continues outside)

You hear that, Kamran?

That's the sound of inevitability.

I'm going to kill you Iive,

but that doesn't mean you can't suffer

privately first.

(groaning)

(coughing)

Look at me!

I held my sister

as she died in my arms.

We're all monsters, Mr. President.

I won't justify your insanity

to make you feel better about yourself.

(speaking Urdu)

Shoot him!

(groaning)

(groans)

(explosion)

(bellowing)

(men shouting)

(automatic gunfire)

AImost. Power is back.

We're waiting for the Internet connection.

Come on, come on.

Technology.

Only as good as the dumbshits who are using it.

How Iong?

Seconds.

And we're Iive now.

Okay.

(camera beeps)

Say hello to the world,

Mr. President.

TURNSULL: Oh, my Ood.

KAMRAN : Any Iast words,

Mr. President?

ASHER: I do solemnly swear...

...that I will faithfully execute the office

of the President of the United States... (grunts)

Son of a bitch.

...the United States,

and will to the best of my ability

preserve,

protect

and defend...

Oh, my Ood.

(whimpering)

I'm not watching this.

(whimpers)

(gunfire)

(man yells)

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

(choking)

You know what you guys don't get?

We're not a fucking building.

We're not a fucking flag.

We're not just one man.

Assholes Iike you

have been trying to kill us

for a Iong fucking time.

Sut you know what?

A thousand years from now...

...we'II still fucking be here.

(grunts)

Mike, grenade!

What took you so Iong?

(panting) Ah, sorry.

I had a couple of errands to run.

Shit.

Does this fucker ever die?

AII right, we got to go.

-You good? -Let's get the hell out of here.

(gunfire echoing in distance)

(whispers): Over there.

(man shouts in distance)

(man yells)

(bullets ricochet)

-(gunfire) -Oo, go!

-SANNER: Oo! -KAMRAN : Oo, go, go, go, go, go!

-Come on! -(gunfire continues)

(grunts)

Mike! Come on!

KAMRAN : Oo, go, go!

Damn it! I'm out!

(gunfire continues)

I'm out, too.

SANNINO (over radio): Come in!

-Davies. -we're trapped!

I repeat, we are trapped.

(grunts)

SIow it.

Are you insane?

I can't blow it yet. You're not out.

We're not gonna get out unless you do!

Trust me! Now, goddamn it!

(beep, explosion)

Oo, go, go!

(booming explosion)

Sanning?

Sanning, do you copy?

Has anyone found any sign of them?

SOLDIER (over radio): Nothing. Over.

SOLDIER 2: Negative.

Okay, well, stay sharp. Keep Iooking.

Sox Command.

No sign of the president yet.

-(Asher coughing) -Sox Command, we've found them.

-The president's alive. -SOLDIER: AII right.

-MASON : Yeah! -MONROE: Yes!

- -(excited chattering)

(cheering)

Did I ever tell you...

I fuckin' hate funerals.

(Sanning exhales)

(both Iaughing)

(Asher coughing)

-(groans) -You okay?

Yeah.

Sir.

-I got you. Here. -(Asher groans)

DAVIES: Mr. President.

(exhales)

DAVIES: Sanning.

(panting): That all they got?

Kind of Iooks Iike it.

SANNINO: Lieutenant...

this could be the missing Iink...

to Sarkawi.

I'II get it to Sox Command right away.

Next time I tell you to blow it...

just blow it.

-(Sanning pants) -(chuckles)

Oood job, Lieutenant.

You, too, Sanning.

Safe journey home...

if that's possible for you.

(clatter in distance)

(footsteps echo in distance)

JACOUELINE: Next time you want to Ieave town after betraying

your country, how's about you steaI

a car to take you to your getaway vehicle?

Preferably one without a OPS,

'cause that just takes all the fun out of it.

(footsteps approach slowly)

You forgot to delete your access Iogs.

Your authorization's code there, bright as day.

The security cameras show you Iogging on.

(quietly): Just get on the floor.

Do I have to tell you this is the most dangerous time

since the Oreat war?

They're cutting budgets while the barbarians

are at the gate.

The system's failing us, Jax.

It's broken. You know it as well as I do.

Things have to change.

So you thought you'd teach us all a Iesson?

That and 2ü million euros.

Come with me, Jax.

Oet on the fucking floor.

(Lancaster sighs)

-John. -(slow footsteps)

John.

Oet on the floor.

Oet on the floor, John.

Oet on the fucking floor!

(gunshot echoes)

(gunshot echoes)

(panting)

- -(quiet clinking)

-MAN : Sir? -(spoon clinking)

(speaks foreign Ianguage)

Kamran?

TRUMSULL: Mr. Sarkawi.

I thought you'd take my call.

You think this war...

this war that you started...

you think it's over?

I'II dedicate my Iife to your death.

This war will not end.

Maybe you should Iook out your window.

(indistinct radio chatter)

SOLDIER (over radio): CIear to proceed.

Oround asset confirms

target clear of civilian presence.

(indistinct radio chatter)

NEwSMAN : Two weeks after the devastating attacks

on the Sritish capital,

a new government has been installed

and the city has begun to rebuild.

In the words of Prime Minister CIarkson,

"London may have fallen,

but it has always endured and will rise again."

(crying)

LEAH : So Daddy's gonna be taking some more time off.

Isn't that cool?

Yeah. Maybe it's the new me.

Or maybe the president insisted.

-Hmm. Yeah. -(Leah Iaughs) -(crying Ioudly)

He says he reckons I've earned a few days off,

thanks to you, Iittle one.

(crying)

-Yeah... -(crying quiets)

Yeah, it's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

Mm...

I wonder what you're gonna be passionate about, Lynne.

-Hmm? Yeah. -(fussing quietly)

TRUMSULL (on TV): Our hearts go out

to the people of London

and to our friends around the world.

Par too many people died for no good reason.

There are those who will say that

this would never have happened

if we would just mind our own business.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

Prankly, we Iive in a dangerous world,

and we have few good options.

Sut the worst option is to do nothing.

And finally...

we owe it to our children and to their children

to engage in the world.

Ood bless you all,

and Ood bless the United States of America.

NEwSMAN : That was Vice President Trumbull Iive from...

(music ends)