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GABRIEL MARKHAM: Just thinking...

about why anyone would kill all those people.

♪ (DARK, SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

At some point,

he thought the whole thing through.

If we could go back far enough,

if we could understand why people do what they do.

(REWINDING)

No answer's ever that simple, is it?

♪ Tear us apart ♪

Morgan Ives, he's the one selling the arms to Idrisi.

SAMUEL WYATT: What'd you sell Idrisi?

MORGAN IVES: Stinger missiles.

Up in the Nafusa Mountains,

that's where you'll find Omair Idrisi.

The forger has been found.

We'll have the Chechen by the end of the week.

JANE LOWRY: I must get to him.

-MAN: Idrisi! -Don't move!

(GRUNTS)

Come on!

We got the son of a bitch.

NATALIE REYNOLDS: We have Jane Lowry.

What the fuck's wrong with her?

-(GAGGING) -Shit!

(GRUNTING)

(YELPS)

-(EXPLOSION) -(GRUNTS)

COL. ADEENA DONOVAN: Jane Lowry is still out there.

We just got a hit on her. Budapest.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Jane Lowry was last seen two days ago

at Mugatti Station in Budapest.

[computer beeping]

Lowry was meeting with Rosa Varga.

Rosa runs a white nationalist organization,

Magyar Ultra, alongside her younger brother, Josef.

[crowd chanting]

To put it simply, Rosa is the brains,

♪ ♪

And Josef, the brawn.

[crowd shouting]

[glass shatters]

Josef has been in and out of prison for the last ten years.

Assault...

[crowd shouting]

Racial and religious aggravation...

all the good things.

Magyar Ultra have gone from being a backroom operation

to something much, much bigger.

Rosa has successfully rebranded them.

♪ ♪

[crowd shouting]

Sponsored MMA fights, branded clothing,

social media.

♪ ♪

Behind the scenes, though, they deal in drugs and weapons,

commit credit fraud, cybercrime.

Raising money for the cause, promoting their racial agenda.

- So we're infiltrating a white power group?

[crowd chanting]

- The fights... double as recruitment drives.

[punches landing]

So get in there.

Show them what you've got.

[punches landing]

Get close to Josef Varga.

You spill any blood in the ring,

I won't lose any sleep over it.

♪ ♪

Reynolds, Novin, I need you to shadow Rosa.

Go where she goes, see what she sees.

Find out what Jane Lowry wants with these people,

before it's too late.

[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 ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[rock 'n' roll music]

♪ ♪

[crowd cheering]

♪ ♪

[crowd cheering]

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

♪ ♪

[crowd cheering]

- [speaking foreign language]

- Only room for one more on the card.

- That'll be me then. I'll do it.

I'll do it.

- Changing rooms behind. Purse is non-negotiable.

You're taking on Florian.

♪ ♪

- You got a real annoying habit of stealing my ops.

- The boss said we had to win.

- Oh, that's cute.

I'll remember that when they're shoveling

your ass off the canvas.

- C'mon, Florian? Piece of piss.

[crowd cheering]

[punches landing]

- [grunts]

[crowd booing]

♪ ♪

- Want me to take over?

- I'm lulling him in. Rope-a-dope.

- I didn't catch that from all the blood in your mouth.

[crowd cheering]

- Florian!

Take him down!

- [shouts]

- Josef! - Take him down!

- Our client is losing patience.

- It's under control.

I'm meeting with Tobar later.

He'll give me the name we need.

Trust me. - Of course.

- Move! - Just remember.

This is important to us.

- Circle right, Florian! Take him down!

- [grunting]

[straining]

[crowd cheering]

- Here we go!

♪ ♪

- Following target out.

- Copy that.

How's McAllister doing?

- [straining]

[blows landing]

- He's blending in.

[car horn honks]

- [straining]

[crowd cheering]

[blows landing]

- [grunting]

[crowd booing]

- [straining]

♪ ♪

- Yeah!

♪ ♪

[blows landing]

- [grunting]

- Yes! Come on! That's it! That's it!

- Ultra! Ultra!

♪ ♪

- Watch your six!

- [screaming]

[blows landing]

♪ ♪

[men straining]

- [grunting]

[bones cracking]

- [screaming]

[crowd cheering]

[screaming]

- Ultra! Ultra!

all: [chanting] Ultra! Ultra!

♪ ♪

- Ultra!

[crowd chanting]

- Ultra!

- I'm just saying, you could've put him

down quicker, that's all.

- Ah, brilliant. An armchair fighter.

- Hey, if you're gonna steal someone's op,

you shouldn't make it look so hard.

- I'm starting to see why you've not got many friends.

- Oh, I got plenty of friends, McAllister.

Except most of them are dead.

- Not bad.

Let's see some ID.

- Let's see the purse.

- Hey! Hey! - We don't pay till we see ID.

That's the way we do things here!

- [straining]

[grunting]

- Why don't you just ask nicely?

- Please.

Would you be so kind to show us some identification?

[thumping]

Get yourselves a drink at the bar.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [speaks foreign language] - [speaks foreign language]

♪ ♪

[device beeps]

- Activating dirtbox.

- 73 cell phones detected.

Grabbing data dumps off them now.

Should I be pointing out the legal ramifications

of snatching civilian cell phone data

on an unauthorized op?

- Only if you believe patronizing me

is a smart career move.

[computer beeping]

- One more day.

That's all we need

to find your man.

- Now, you said your people were fast.

And you would've located him by now.

- Your husband understood it was a difficult task.

- My husband is gone, and you're dealing with me.

We are paying you a lot of money, Rosa.

- Find the location of Jane Lowry's cell phone.

♪ ♪

- My contact will lead us to your man.

We'll have a location soon.

- And you're fully confident

that your people will come through?

- My people do what I say.

Unlike your kind, they actually listen to women.

- Ma'am, signal's local. - Jane Lowry is in the area!

- If you can't deliver,

then I'll find someone who can.

- Signal's coming from an area 50 square meters east.

Go! Go! - Don't waste your time.

You'll get your man.

♪ ♪

[computer beeping]

- Signal's gone. Call's disconnected.

- Search the area.

Don't lose her again!

♪ ♪

- Check the church! I'll do the street.

[church bell ringing]

[door creaking open]

[slamming resounds]

[gunshots] - Fuck!

Target's in the church.

[gunshots]

I'm pinned down.

[door shuts] Moving.

♪ ♪

Following outside.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

Shit!

- Lowry?

Lowry's gone. We're sweeping the streets.

- Copy that.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Do you think Jensen's IDs will pass the taste test?

- I think we're about to find out.

[rock 'n' roll music]

♪ ♪

- Seriously? You're a used car salesman?

- No, no, I'm a salesman who happens to specialize

in used cars, and I tell you,

I am ten times the fighter this guy is.

You want to see me put him in the dirt,

I will do it right now.

- After I've just done five rounds?

- Hey, it's not my fault you don't have stamina.

- Yeah.

- Mark J. Bain. Ex-military.

- Ugh. I'm ex a lot of things.

- Yeah, sure, but dishonorable discharge.

Racially aggravated assault.

- It's all politics and bullshit.

- Fifth infantry brigade. - No shit.

See much action?

- Some. We got sent to Afghanistan,

part of NATO coalition forces.

We had no business being in the country,

just as Iraqis have no fucking business being in mine.

- Well, you're not enlisted anymore, then?

- [laughs] My captain didn't appreciate

my input.

So I broke his fucking nose.

[laughing]

- Oh, you two are gonna get on just fine.

- Josef!

[ominous music]

- Just a minute, boys.

♪ ♪

- Looks like business.

- Eyes on? - Eyes on.

♪ ♪

- So you lost her, then, huh?

- No, we didn't lose her.

She had an escape route all planned.

- Okay.

- Have you ever been in the field, Will?

- Yeah.

I've been in a field.

- Mm.

- I'm not just a computer guy.

- What are you doing? What is that?

- Uh, well, I'm looking for patterns in the intel

picked up from the DRT box.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm currently being a computer guy.

- That's right.

- It's not just looking at screens, you know?

- Ma'am?

Lowry's had training.

- Idrisi's cell would've instructed her.

Weapons. Combat.

- Yeah, but this feels like more

than your average jihadist training.

We saw what she was capable of in Libya, and now here.

- Are you giving me excuses?

- No. - Then focus.

The concern is identifying Lowry's target

and why she needs him so badly,

she's hired a bunch of neo-Nazis to track him down.

♪ ♪

- Where's Tobar?

- He wants you to come to see him.

- That's not how this works.

Tell that gypsy bastard to come here as we--

[grunting]

No, no, get off me!

Gypsy!

[straining unintelligibly]

♪ ♪

Where are you taking me, huh?

No! No, no!

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

- Ma'am, Josef's been snatched!

We're in pursuit.

- Wyatt, this must be connected to the man

Jane Lowry is looking for.

Let it play out.

Make sure you get a name.

- We're on it. Go! Go!

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

[men conversing unintelligibly]

- Oh, looks fabulous! Oh!

Tobar!

- Mr. Varga.

Thank you for coming to see me...

but there are matters to be discussed

regarding our business together.

- We really could've used some weapons.

- Well, apparently, you'll be fine.

Jensen gave you that cool John Rambo cover story.

I'm just a loser who couldn't shift enough Toyotas

to save his ass.

- Just let it drop, will you?

- Hey, next time, you play Willy Loman.

Hey. - Huh?

[blow lands]

[gun clicks]

- Hey, how come you get the sidearm?

- You said it. John Rambo.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- I'm gonna get closer to the action.

♪ ♪

- You are asking me to divulge details of a client

who has trusted me to give them a new identity.

- We're not asking. We're paying.

- I have a professional reputation to uphold,

and you are clearly working for a third party.

- Downloading visual now, ma'am.

[computer beeping]

♪ ♪

- Here. Christian Tobar. Romany forger.

If you want a new identity, he's your go-to guy.

- The price has doubled.

If it is that important, you will pay.

- Jesus.

No wonder they say you gypsy fucks are thieves.

[blows landing]

[guns cocking]

- Josef, what are you doing?

- This is my country.

And you come here, fuck with me.

- My men will kill you, you realize that, yes?

- I'll kill you.

- You are good, but not that good.

- [grunting]

[blow lands]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[gasping]

- You dare point a gun at me?

You little Nazi shit!

♪ ♪

Waste him.

- [whimpers]

[gunshots]

[gun cocking]

Stop the bastard!

- [breathing heavily]

Fuck! - [grunts]

- Kill them!

[gunshots]

[gun clicking]

[ominous music]

[blow lands]

- How come you're here?

- We saw the bastards stick you in a car

and figured you could use some backup.

We're soldiers, mate, you and me.

- You-- - Easy, easy.

Think it through, man. Take a breath.

Take a breath. Come on. Come on.

Think about it.

Come on. Come on.

- No, no, you think I'm bluffing now, huh?

[gunshots]

- Josef! - Shit.

♪ ♪

- God damn it. God damn it!

♪ ♪

[iPad clicking]

No, no, no, no.

- You're wasting your time. It works on blood flow.

- No, no, no, no. I need this information.

I told Rosa I'd get it!

- Maybe you should have thought about that before you shot him.

- You think this is funny, yeah?

There's a fucking war coming!

Used to be countries were conquered by armies.

Now the vermin just flood over our borders into our homes!

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey, hey!

Give me a hand here!

Josef!

[gun clatters]

- What are you doing?

- I need to massage his heart, but his ribcage is in the way.

♪ ♪

Oh, fuck.

[chopping]

♪ ♪

Pass me the hammer.

Please, pass me the hammer.

♪ ♪

Hold that.

♪ ♪

You might want to look away for this.

- [grunting]

- Mark, this man is dead!

- Yeah, I know that!

[bones crunching]

- Ready? - Yep. Got it.

[straining]

- [grunting]

[bones cracking]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

- No, Mark, Mark, you can massage his heart all you want,

he's not getting up and going home for his fucking dinner!

- Put his finger on the reader,

we just need to pump the blood enough to fool the lock.

[heart squelching]

[breathing heavily]

[squelching continues]

[iPad beeps]

- Come on, nothing, man! Nothing!

Come on!

[squelching continues]

[iPad beeps] Fuck.

- Keep it on! Keep it on!

[squelching continues] [iPad beeps]

Oh!

[iPad chimes]

[laughs]

Good job, brother!

Yes!

[phone beeps]

Rosa, I have his name!

Ilyas Zarin! Ilyas Zarin!

We can use our people to locate him!

- [laughs]

[phone trilling]

- He found out what name your target is hiding under.

We'll have located and grabbed him by nightfall.

He'll be with you tomorrow.

- Good.

In the meantime, we may have attracted

the attention of the authorities.

You may have been compromised.

Infiltrated.

Clean your house.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I have contacts across the city searching

for this Ilyas Zarin.

We'll find him.

- By tonight. We need to deliver tomorrow.

- Can you not just say that I have done good,

that you're proud?

- I'll be proud when the job is finished

and a quarter of a million dollars is in our bank.

- Who are these people, who pay so much for one man?

- Josef, you know how this works.

I handle the client, you handle the rest.

- Don't speak to me like that.

I am not the others. I am your brother.

[ominous music]

If it were not for me, we would not be here.

[screaming]

♪ ♪

- I know.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, I...

[tender music]

♪ ♪

- This money will change Ultra forever.

♪ ♪

We can build the life we've always dreamed of.

- I'm just worried.

♪ ♪

We may have a rat in the house.

[foreboding music]

[unintelligible chattering]

- Nice fight!

- Ready for the rematch whenever you are, my friend.

- Let's do it now, dickhead.

[men argue unintelligibly]

- Hey! Hey!

- Shame you didn't have these balls in there!

Yeah? Come on!

[arguing dies down]

Fucking idiot.

- You want to tell me what the point of that was?

Other than drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves?

Stay on mission!

- Some things are more important than the mission.

- Like what?

- Doesn't matter.

- All right, if you're gonna put me in unnecessary danger,

then I want a damn good reason.

- [speaks foreign language]

- Two beers, thanks.

- My dad's mixed race,

and these fucking idiots wander around

acting like I'm one of them, that I think like them.

- All right, easy, easy.

- Josef's calling me "brother."

They can't even get their own racial purity bullshit right.

I don't want to be admired by these fucking idiots.

Every one of them wants a beating, all day, every day.

- Hey, hey.

- I'm, like, 1/18 Cherokee.

- And, like, 99% dickhead.

[bottles clink]

- Well, look on the bright side.

Zero finds this mystery man, Zarin,

we get the hell out of here.

Till then, stay on mission, stay in character.

- Stay in character, copy.

- There's nothing coming up for Ilyas Zarin.

But there are whole sections of Hungarian government records

that we can't access.

- Did you try alternate spellings?

- Jeez, Will, I never thought of that one.

- So Lowry pays Magyar Ultra to find her target.

Target's hiding under a new identity.

Maybe he's running from something he did,

or from something he can do.

[computer beeping]

- Ma'am, I'm seeing a pattern in calls

to Rosa Vargas' cell phone in the past three days.

She had, uh, nine calls from nine different burner phones.

- Any of the calls come from the same location?

- Uh, yes, four in the last few hours.

♪ ♪

Uh, the locale appears to be an abandoned apartment bloc

in the eighth district.

- Reynolds, on me.

- You think that's where Lowry's hiding out?

[gun cocks]

- One way to find out.

♪ ♪

So, if Lowry is up there,

are we taking her alive?

- In an ideal world.

But we don't live in an ideal world.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[wings beating]

[lock clicking]

[distant rumbling]

[guns cocking]

♪ ♪

[door slams open]

♪ ♪

[intense music builds]

[sensor beeping] - Shit!

Move! - [grunts]

[explosions]

[coughing]

- All those pictures are Section 20.

Jane is onto us, knows exactly who we are

and what we're doing.

[car alarm ringing]

[police siren wailing]

♪ ♪

- [speaking foreign language]

- You should meet my sister.

- Do either of you know

what the Terrorelhárítási Kozpont is?

- It's a hell of a score in Scrabble.

- Special police force. Counterterrorism.

About a year ago, someone joined us.

Dominik Viclaczy.

He was enthusiastic. Dedicated.

Seemed too good to be true.

He was an undercover agent.

Mm.

Mm!

Sent to infiltrate and undermine.

I ignored my instincts on him for too long.

I won't make that mistake again.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying something here feels wrong.

- You've seen my record. You've seen my ID.

- So you vouch for each other?

- Absolutely. - I didn't say that.

I only met this guy a few weeks ago

in a bar in the seventh district.

He bought drinks, we started talking

about the fights, he suggested I try out here,

and he tagged along, and that's pretty much

what you've been doing since.

- Are you serious?

All right, this is bullshit.

Josef, I just pulled you out of that fire.

Remember that. - You like to talk a lot.

That's no fucking good, man.

- You do ask a lot of questions.

- What?

- You're not worth risking my life over.

- Prove it.

Show us how little he means to you.

♪ ♪

- Screw this, sweetheart.

[grunting] Get off me.

- Just 'cause I think he's an asshole

doesn't mean I want to stick him.

- Someone is screwing with us, Mark.

♪ ♪

[blade shishes] - [shrieks]

[straining]

- Hoo! [chuckles]

Good job, Mark. Take him out.

♪ ♪

- [speaks foreign language]

♪ ♪

- Ooh! Yeah, best go back to selling cars, huh?

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

[water running]

- You hesitated back there.

- Sure.

I took half a second before stabbing

a drinking buddy in the gut.

I guess you found me out.

- You don't fit in here.

- I could say the same thing about you.

Look, I was military, and...

[kinetic balls clacking]

I took a lot of shots.

But not a lot of money.

So if someone's trying to knock me down...

[clacking continues]

I at least want to make a bit of profit.

- So it's all about money?

- Yeah, what else is there? - Family. A cause.

- Oh, come on.

You're not running around after Romany forgers for the cause,

that's money through and through.

- There is a war coming.

- Yeah, I've heard that speech from Josef.

- You made a big impression on him.

- He's a good guy.

- Most people think he's an animal.

- What do you think?

Hello. - Shut up.

- What are you doing?

- Checking for wires.

- You think I'd be stupid enough to wear a wire?

- That's how we caught out Dominik.

Except he made one mistake.

He thought he was in love with me.

Wanted to take me away from all of this.

♪ ♪

- I get the feeling...

♪ ♪

When you go, it'll be on your own terms, right?

♪ ♪

I've already proved myself.

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- [moaning]

[panting]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

- Found Zarin.

He's working in a hospital in the first district.

[both gasp]

♪ ♪

- Prepare the men.

- Wait outside.

♪ ♪

- You think he's your friend,

and the moment your back is turned,

he's fucking your sister.

- Everybody wants to fuck you, Rosa!

[glass shatters]

- We are this close. I won't take any chances.

What do you want? You want to go back to where we started,

back to that fucking apartment, back to that fucking life?

A quarter of a million dollars, Josef.

That is what is on the line.

♪ ♪

- We will go for Zarin now.

♪ ♪

I will vouch for Mark.

♪ ♪

Trust me.

♪ ♪

- [breathes sharply]

- Nearly done, sir.

Well, it's a great shot.

- Seriously?

- Sergeant McAllister missed all the major organs.

- Oh, well, pin a medal on Mac.

- Either... he meant to do the least amount

of damage possible...

or you just got lucky.

It's up to you, Sergeant.

- Hey, how about you just shut up

and give me something for the pain?

Ma'am.

- Lowry knows we're closing in on her.

We run the risk of her going ghost, disappearing.

- Well, I would assume that McAllister is intent

on stopping that from happening.

- So I hear.

It is a great shot.

- Yeah, thanks.

- He did the right thing.

Ultra have contacts right across this city.

Police, government departments,

possibly why Jane's using them to find her target,

and when they do, we need McAllister on hand

to grab the target first.

- Yeah, except like you said, Lowry's onto us.

And Rosa's suspicious as hell.

Ma'am, it is a matter of time

before they work out that Mac's dirty.

And when they do, this-- this will be nothing

compared to what they do to him.

♪ ♪

- [speaks unintelligibly]

[car doors slamming]

♪ ♪

- Magyar Ultra and Mac mobile. Following.

[engine turns over]

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Looks like we're crossing the river to the first district.

- Copy.

Remember, Magyar Ultra need

to find Ilyas Zarin for us.

We cannot let Lowry have her man.

Whoever he is...

he's bad news.

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

[guns cocking]

♪ ♪

- Mac just went in.

- Okay, if they move, you need to be on them.

Wyatt and I will get eyes inside.

- Copy.

Real covert, cowboy.

- [clicks tongue]

[light classical music]

♪ ♪

[door handle shuffles]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [speaks foreign language]

- [speaking foreign language]

♪ ♪

- [speaks foreign language]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[safe beeping]

[safe clicks open]

[gun cocks]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- [choking]

♪ ♪

- It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Rosa! Rosa!

Rosa!

[gunshots]

- Get down! Move!

[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

- [gurgling]

[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- Get down! Get down!

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

[car doors slamming]

♪ ♪

- Ten Ultras have just pulled up. Heading in.

Looking young, dumb, and ready for trouble.

- Copy. Moving down east stairs towards gunshots.

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

- [speaking foreign language]

[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

[gunshots]

- Target is running!

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

Moving!

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

[tires screeching]

- Target's in vehicle, making a break for it.

Mac, Rosa, Josef following.

- Stay on them.

If you get a chance to grab the target, take it.

- Copy.

[engine revving]

[engine turns over]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

[explosions]

[glass shattering]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

- [yelling]

[groaning]

- He's coming with me.

♪ ♪

Who is he? Why is he so important?

- You're gonna shoot me?

- Take another step forward, and you'll find out.

[gun clicks]

- I removed the firing pin.

You see, there's trust, and then there's trust, yeah?

- I told you there was something off about him!

- I thought we had something special.

[grunts]

- Leave him! - [grunts]

- I'm not done!

[engine revving]

- Now, Josef!

[engine revving]

Get in!

♪ ♪

- Go, go, go! Get him in!

[motorcycle scraping]

- Get him in! Get him in!

[gun cocks]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

[bullets ricochet]

- Shit!

They've got the target and McAllister!

Cover's blown.

They've got Mac.

They've got him.

[intense music builds]

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

Grab McAllister, Lowry's target. Bring them both back home safe.

MAN: Take him out!

-Good luck. -Sounds so simple

when she says it.

(MEN CHANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Sure you're okay? Or do you wanna hang for a sec?

I'm very good.

(GRUNTS)

THOMAS MCALLISTER: Three, two, one...

-(GLASS SHATTERING) -(RUBBLE CLATTERING)

I'm saying something here feels wrong.

That's no fucking good, man.

SGT. THOMAS MCALLISTER: You do ask a lot of questions.

-SGT. SAMUEL WYATT: What? -You're not worth risking my life over.

ROSA VARGA: Prove it.

Show us how little he means to you.

Admittedly, mission comes first.

But Mac stabs him.

(SCREAMING)

WARREN BROWN: It was literally the only thing that Mac could do

to stay undercover.

DANIEL MACPHERSON: I mean, he stabbed him in the stomach.

I mean, that-- I'm gonna take that personal.

COL. ADEENA DONOVAN: Jane Lowry was last seen

two days ago in Budapest.

This show is a very international show.

So, we like to move around the world.

And we thought it'd be really nice

to shoot Budapest for Budapest. It's a beautiful city.

ALIN SUMARWATA: It's a nice, somber, dark, cool kind of shift

from all the desert sun. (CHUCKLES)

We thought, "Okay, what's a story that could bring us here?"

So, we're infiltrating a white power group.

(CHANTING)

They're beasts in the worst possible way.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

As soon as you read that kind of MMA fighting

is part of that world, it was a no-brainer

because Warren Brown, who plays Mac,

is a former world champion kick boxer.

So, we... manufactured some fighting.

Only room for one more in the cards.

That'll be me, then. I'll do it. I'll do it.

And boy, that guy can fight.

(GRUNTS)

Real fighting obviously hurts more.

(GRUNTING)

Fake fighting's harder in that

obviously, you're not connected, so you need to make it look

like you're connected but you're not.

-(CROWD YELLING) -(GRUNTING)

Warren and I, when we first started out.

you know, training together

and I saw him do some of his martial arts,

and then we went to the gun range,

and I saw how terrible he was with a gun,

that we kind of looked at each other very quickly, I was like,

"Alright, I'll do the shooting, you do the fighting."

He's "All right, sweet." This is his unwritten rule...

(LAUGHING) That he does the fighting.

I enjoyed it, just getting ready for that day

and coming out to a crowd.

You know, luckily, I already knew

that I was gonna win.

-(GRUNTING) -(BONE CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)