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WOMAN 1: He's not the Bob that we used to know and love.

-MAN 1: I was disappointed. -WOMAN 2: He wouldn't play any of his old songs.

-I wanted to hear rock 'n' roll. -MAN 2: Hey, he sounded great--

MAN 1: I didn't come here to hear sermons.

-A guy has a right to change his life. -PREACHER: We can restore...

-...bitter souls -MAN 3: I don't care about his religious convictions.

-...with the word of the Gospel! -("GOSPEL" ECHOES)

♪ But it's a slow ♪

♪ There is a slow train comin' ♪

♪ Comin' ♪

Remove...

that four-by-four piece of lumber

that is in the way of your sight.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

♪ (BOB DYLAN SINGING) ♪

PREACHER: If we are willing,

God will take us and straighten us out.

That is the way God's grace works on our imperfect souls.

♪ (WOMEN SINGING) ♪

(CROWD CHEERING)

ADEENA DONOVAN: 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.

SAMUEL WYATT: So, we're infiltrating a white power group.

ROSA VARGA: Our client is losing patience.

JOSEF VARGA: I am your brother.

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

Lowry's had training.

GRAVIE NOVIN: Idrisi's cell would have instructed her.

NATALIE REYNOLDS: This feels like more than your average jihadist training.

JOSEF: Found Zaryn.

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

WOMAN: Target's making a break for it.

-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(GRUNTS)

Who is he? Why is he so important?

You're gonna shoot me?

(GUN CLICKS)

I removed the firing pin.

-(MOTORCYCLE REVVING) -Get in!

They've got the target and McAllister.

Cover's blown.

-They've got Mac. -(TIRES SCREECHING)

[engine revving]

[girl screaming]

[man speaking Hungarian]

[blows landing]

[tense music]

[girl crying]

♪ ♪

- [yelling in Hungarian]

♪ ♪

[yelling in Hungarian]

[groans]

[blows landing]

[body thuds on floor]

♪ ♪

[faint Hungarian chatter]

[tense music builds]

♪ ♪

- Ultra! all: Ultra! Ultra!

[car door slams]

- We need to get rid of him.

- No. We need to find out who he is.

- What does it matter now?

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking in Hungarian]

[conversing in Hungarian]

[grunting]

[all speaking Hungarian]

- Josef. - Roland.

- I heard things got a little loud at the hospital.

You okay?

- We lost 12 men, including Florian.

- Jesus.

Do you know who the hostiles were with?

- No, but I will soon.

- [chuckles]

- Welcome to paradise, friend.

[cheering]

all: [chanting] Ultra! Ultra!

- It's not gonna be enough.

- It's all we've got.

Any idea what kind of numbers we're up against?

- Hard to say. Could be anything up to 100.

Jensen pulled up the intel on a plot of land

owned by a Roland Eder.

Apparently, it's some sort of Magyar Ultra training ground.

- They're gonna be ready for us.

- Not if we stay off the trails.

- I grew up around people like this.

Waiting for the day the big bad government

comes to take them away.

Armed soldiers, black helicopters,

new world order, all that shit.

- Well, on the bright side-- [cocks gun]

looks like they were right.

- Comms check.

- Good check.

It's quite the hike, so you need to get moving.

Grab McAllister, Lowry's target,

and bring them both home safe.

Good luck.

- Copy.

- Sounds so simple when she says it.

[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 ♪

[distant dogs barking]

[Hungarian chatter]

- What's your name?

- Ilyas Zarin.

- Your real name.

- Who do you work for?

- The important thing is I can help you.

- I would worry more about yourself.

I am just a product to be taken and sold,

but you...

you are something worse to them.

[cage door unlocks]

- Let's go.

- Nice tattoo.

You draw that yourself?

- Mark of distinction.

Means a man has done his time,

kept his mouth shut.

- Or he's broken his cherry, right?

Put someone in the ground.

- [chuckles]

If you say so.

- Are you...

Running things around here then?

Or are you Josef's little lapdog?

- We are all brothers up here.

Bound by blood.

[grunting]

- [speaking in Hungarian]

[grunting]

- Easy there.

Easy.

- [groans]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

[conversing in Hungarian]

- Zarin needs to be delivered by noon.

We should be preparing him for the drop.

- Maybe. - Maybe?

- If the client wants him that badly,

they'll be willing to pay more. - No.

Josef, this is not a game.

You don't know them; they won't accept this deal.

- People died for this.

We need more money for weapons,

vehicles, to expand the land to be ready.

A life worth living is worth fighting for.

Get ready for your close-up.

- I am the one that you have been looking for.

However, the terms have changed.

The price has doubled.

$500,000.

- It's a slight delay, that's all.

- Rosa.

Don't make me come and get him.

- We found the man you wanted within a week.

Others had been searching for him for a lot longer.

This won't be a problem.

- Your brother could be though.

If he finds out you've been dealing with me.

- Don't worry. I can handle him.

- You said that he'd taken a hostage.

The infiltrator.

Well, I've looked into it, and it's worse than you think.

It's British military.

- What?

- There'll be more on their way.

Now I told you before to clean your house,

so you listen to me.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[lighter opens, ignites]

[lighter closes]

- So, who is it you're working for?

- Where does all this end, Josef?

You've got guys stockpiling guns and ammo out there.

Training.

- It ends with our country being our own again.

White genocide isn't some myth.

And there is nothing more righteous

than the preservation of one's own race.

- You think, all them out there, are racially pure?

That's bullshit, even I can tell you that,

and I don't give a shit about your cause.

- They believe in what they're doing.

- What about Rosa?

Does she believe in it too?

- We started all this together.

- So, how come she's got you working for the enemy?

Jane Lowry.

As in the widow of Omair Idrisi.

Why do you think she's kept you away from the client,

all this time? [cage door opens]

- Not bad. Very inventive.

I was wondering what lies you'd fall back on.

This is Sergeant Thomas McAllister.

British Military.

Active service, special forces.

- You just broke my heart, man. - Get used to it.

Because your sister's got you doing dirty jobs for Jihadists.

- Do you really think I'm going to believe

anything you have to say?

- You were right. The war is coming.

You need to deal with this.

Show him what we do to traitors.

- Take him out! [cage door opens]

And make sure all patrols are in position and on full alert.

- [groaning]

- Josef.

- You have...

been distant recently.

- Because I've been worried about you.

You were always angry.

[breathes slowly]

- When we deliver Zarin, I'll come with you.

Meet the client.

If you've nothing to hide.

- Of course.

[slow tense music]

♪ ♪

- Don't forget all I have done for you.

all: [chanting] Ultra! Ultra!

- British Military!

[chanting continues]

Sent to infiltrate and bring us down!

- [groans] - A puppet

of the New World Order!

Get him up here!

- [groaning]

- Josef wants you.

I'll take over.

- You never come out this way anymore, Rosa.

You think you're too good for us?

- Roland.

I've always been too good for you.

[distant yelling, chanting]

- The camp should be 100 meters ahead.

Wyatt and I will take these two and head for the center.

Novin, once I locate Mac

I'll need a distraction, something big.

We three need to feel like 50.

- On it. - Wyatt, wait for Novin.

Then we keep moving and keep firing.

- Copy that.

- Make them think we're an army.

[silenced gunshots]

- Jane Lowry. Remember that name, Josef.

Jane Lowry. She's playing you.

[crowd chanting]

- Hang him!

[crowd cheering]

- [struggled breathing]

[straining]

[cheering continues]

- Shit.

Novin.

- [groans]

- Novin.

Novin!

- [grunting]

- Can't wait. Taking the rope.

[gunfire]

[dramatic music]

Novin, I'm gonna need that distraction now.

- Any second now.

[gunfire]

Coming your way.

[engine roaring]

- [gasping]

♪ ♪

[explosions booming]

- Pop smoke!

- [grunts]

[shouting in Hungarian]

- McAllister!

[bullets ricochet]

[grunting]

[groaning]

- [grunting]

[groans]

[distant Hungarian chatter]

[groans]

- You okay?

- I've been better.

- You know where the target is?

- I got a pretty good idea.

I think Rosa was heading for him.

- Sure you're okay?

Or you wanna hang for a sec?

- Oh, very good. Very good.

[intense music]

- Got Mac, going for the target.

- Moving to rendezvous; if we're late, don't wait.

- Copy that.

[yelling]

- Where's Rosa? - Black Lodge.

You sent her to look after the prisoner.

[engine grinding]

- Think you flooded it, flower.

Hands up. Hands.

- Hello, handsome.

[gunfire]

- Rosa!

Get down, get down! Down!

Go, go, go!

[shouting in Hungarian]

- I've got the target. Mobile.

Heading north-west, tangos in pursuit.

- After them!

Go! Go!

[shouting in Hungarian]

Rosa!

- [breathing heavily]

- Rosa!

[motorbike revving]

[gunfire]

- [groans]

[glass shatters]

- [groans]

- On the roof! Stay down!

- [groans]

[tires squeal]

- [groans]

[engine stops]

[switches gears]

[engine grinding]

[speaking in Hungarian]

- One of the men says he saw Rosa

trying to leave with Zarin.

- Get in!

He is worth a lot to us.

She will have been protecting him.

- Then she did not succeed.

- Activate the jammer. Shut down all comms.

We'll trap them in the woods.

- Buggered to shit. - Come on, out.

- A man is on the roof. You pull the trigger.

The man dies. And you do not blink.

- Just doing my job, mate.

- Or maybe you've found your calling.

- Maybe you should cut the bullshit

and tell us your real name.

Or why someone wants to go to all this trouble

to get their hands on you.

- I'll get Jensen to ID him.

Smile.

[phone camera clicks]

Uh, that's not good.

Not getting any reception.

- Comms?

- Radio check, over.

Nothing.

- Still nothing.

All comms in the area seem to be down,

trying to get a fix on why that might be, but, uh...

Can't seem-- [door kicked opened]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- General Laszlo.

- Colonel.

You were given permission to conduct intelligence gathering.

Instead you're responsible for several firefights

around the city, including one at a hospital,

resulting in a civilian death.

So...

What is your aim here?

- We are trying to prevent a major terror plot.

- Then you will share the details with me.

- Sorry, I won't be doing that.

- Then I have no choice but to shut you down.

[speaking in Hungarian]

- General, you're making a big mistake.

I have the backing of Whitehall.

- Remove your forces from this country

within the next two hours

or face the consequences.

[speaking in Hungarian]

- I will sort this out.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone beeps]

- No comms makes sense.

Signal jamming is pretty high

on your average survivalist wish-list

along with a shit-ton of ammo.

- You said you grew up around people like this.

- Just before my seventh birthday,

my mom moved us up to a commune in the Pacific Northwest.

They were decent enough folk,

if you ignore the fact they were bat-shit crazy,

and waiting for Armageddon to come.

- [chuckles]

- You already know this, right?

You've read my file.

- Skimmed it.

Stints in rehab. Psych evaluations.

Not to mention numerous redactions.

An interesting read.

- I thought you'd be impressed.

- I think you're an excellent soldier.

I'm just concerned you might be an amateur human being.

- That's Donovan's MO, though, right?

Surrounding herself with people who are running

out of road and looking for a break.

Which brings me to the question, Captain,

what exactly is your deal?

- I'm the exception to the rule.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Stop there, hands up!

Hands where I can see them.

Turn around. Real slow.

- Clean. - You heading somewhere?

- I want to make a deal.

Get me out of here and I'll give you

everything I've got on Jane Lowry.

- You expect us to believe you're suddenly

going to turn on your own people.

- Maybe I already have.

Maybe that's why I need a way out.

You've seen Josef, what's he's like.

[twig snaps]

- Fuck.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody easy on the triggers.

- Rosa, are you all right?

Josef's been looking for you.

We'll get you back to him.

[groaning]

[shouting in Hungarian]

[gunfire]

- [retching]

[breathing heavily]

There is no going back.

Looks like I'm coming with you.

- I've got some systems up and running.

Uh, currently working

on re-establishing contact with the team.

How are things at the Ministry, ma'am?

- Whitehall aren't giving us any support.

As far as they're concerned, because we haven't got

any firm intel on who Zarin really is

we're just out here on a fishing holiday.

I'll meet you on Hollo Street.

I'm just cutting through.

Any luck with the security footage

from the hospital?

[tense music]

[grunting]

- Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Ma'am, can you hear me? - Jensen!

- Train station.

That's how you tracked me here.

Cameras picked me up there, right?

Yeah, I was careless.

- You'd just suffered a loss. It's understandable.

- No. The basics matter.

- You're out on your own. It's not easy.

- Wait, are you trying to sympathize with me, Colonel?

[door slams]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

I'm trying to understand.

[panting] Your own people,

the Jihadists, they...

They won't work under a woman.

- Once they understand what's coming

they'll change their minds.

[breathing heavily]

I wish you could see what comes next.

I think...

I think I'm trying to impress you.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll get over it.

[gun cocks]

- Wait. - No more talk.

- Colonel!

[gunfire]

Colonel, are you alright? - Keep going after her.

♪ ♪

[both panting]

- They went on foot.

- Josef...

Philippe here says

he saw Rosa with the British soldiers.

Says she fired on our own people.

- Why would you say such a thing?

- I swear it's true.

She's with them.

- Who else have you told?

- Nobody, I promise.

- You did the right thing,

coming to me.

- Josef! [stabbing]

[groaning]

- [exhales sharply]

Okay, I had to.

It's important we remain unified.

I will deal with this.

[suspenseful music]

[birds cawing]

[conversing in Hungarian]

- We're cut off from our ride.

Platoons everywhere.

We need to keep moving.

- How's Wyatt?

- What, you mean how is he in general?

Enjoying life, eating well, and all that shit, or...

how is he since you stabbed him in the gut?

- I didn't have a choice.

- Jensen patched him up.

Boy's got skills, eh.

- And an eye on you.

- Can't blame him.

But honestly, Mac.

You had a choice, and you made that choice.

Probably the right one.

Doesn't mean Wyatt's not going to think twice

before trusting you again.

- Self-preservation.

It drives us all.

It's the reason for wars. For all of this.

- Oh, so now you want to talk?

You're the reason we're all here.

Risking our lives.

Minute comms come back on, you're getting ID'd.

And whatever secret it is you're holding,

we'll find out.

- We might have a way of finding out

who Zarin really is.

Hungarian Special Forces grabbed

all the security footage from the hospital.

I've checking their database.

- You've been spying on them?

- I prefer eavesdropping.

- Covert surveillance on an allied state.

Do you know what would happen if you'd been caught?

- Would they...

shut us down and force us out the country, ma'am?

The night Zarin was snatched,

the cameras in the pharmacy were out.

Magyar Ultra were taking precautions.

But I checked previous weeks, same shift,

alongside Novin's description of the target.

And I think...that's our man.

Still checking image against facial recognition software--

- No need.

I know him.

Dr. Kareem Markov.

We need to get to the team.

Now. Let's move out.

He's the last person in the world

we want Jane Lowry to get a hold of.

- Down.

[quiet Hungarian chatter]

[intense music builds]

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- Wyatt?

- Mac.

- We're taking prisoners now?

- She says she's got information on Lowry.

- We can't make it to the section vehicle now.

But she's given us the exact location of the signal jammer.

We take that out, we can call for exfil.

- And we've just alerted every fucker in the woods

to our location, so I say we move and move fast.

- Roland! Behind!

- Move.

[Hungarian chatter]

- This is good.

We know where they are going.

Rosa will be leading them to the signal jammer.

They need their communications.

And that is where we will take them down.

[door slams open]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

- [straining]

- Building's clear.

Novin's dealing with the jammer.

- Good work.

Let's get some defenses up.

- Copy.

- So, we're really trusting her then?

Can I just point out she tried

to have her brother lynch me a few hours ago?

- Well, it could have been worse.

She could have had someone stick you in the gut.

- Oh, here we go, I knew this was gonna come up.

- Oh, you knew the fact that you stabbed me

might actually be referenced again.

[straining] That's very perceptive of you, McAllister.

- Look, if I hadn't done it, we'd both be dead.

- It's kind of convenient for you, though, right?

And I'm the one lying in the gutter,

bleeding out.

- What do you want, an apology?

- Apology would be nice, yeah.

- I'm not apologizing for doing my job.

- I've been through this shit before,

I'm not doing it again.

Either I can trust the guy on my shoulder or I walk.

- He's talking about Task Force 18.

- The fuck you know about that?

- It's not what I know.

It's Lowry and what she told me.

Like your father for example.

You must have loved him very much

to cover up for him like that.

[groans]

- If you're trying to undermine us,

you're wasting your breath.

- You don't need my help to do that.

- If you're talking about me and Norman Bates here,

you don't have to worry about that.

'Cause at the end of the day, mission come first.

And no matter how pissed I am at him,

I'm not gonna forget that.

Although this would be an opportune time

for you to apologize.

Apology accepted.

- You want to prove what a valuable asset you are?

Give us something solid.

Something about Lowry.

- Lowry paid us 20,000 in advance.

Used a go-between, a banker, guy called David Amelio.

We tried to check up on him, but he's a ghost.

- And? - And if you want more,

get me out.

- Captain Reynolds.

I believe I am ready to talk.

To you. And you alone.

- Get up.

- Dr. Markov was the rising star

of the Russian chemical weapons program.

For years, we'd heard this myth

about something called Novichok.

A nerve gas that was undetectable,

easy to transport, and ten times stronger

than any other strain.

Markov was said to be behind it.

- That's--so how come he ended up working in a hospital

under an assumed name?

- Because Novichok wasn't a myth.

The Russians were so terrified at what they'd made,

they blew the whistle on themselves after Vladivostok.

There was a leak at the chemical plant where Markov

was overseeing its creation.

Every single person working there

died as a result.

Except Markov.

He disappeared. Went dark.

It might have been an accident.

But there's a strong suspicion that Markov deliberately

released the Novichok.

This is the man Jane Lowry wants.

- So?

- I can't go back.

I know what I am and what I'm capable of.

It's like alcoholic, yes?

Each day they pray...

not today.

Not today!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[knife clatters]

- Not today.

- You okay?

- It's always a bad sign

when they say they want to talk.

- [exhales]

- The signal jammer?

- It's down now. Reception's patchy.

But I should be able to make contact.

- Move.

- Josef, I know Rosa is blood.

But we are all blood. We are all family.

- I said I would always look after her.

- If she has betrayed us,

I need to know that you are strong enough for this.

- You'll know soon enough.

Tell the others to get into position.

- Got movement in the trees.

Definitely got tangos out there.

Looks like they're moving around the front.

- Jensen, Jensen, can you hear me?

- Copy that. Loud and clear. - Bátorság.

Water Plant, north-west of the forest.

I've got the target and a prisoner.

I need an exfil now, man. - Currently en route,

should be ten, fifteen minutes, cross country.

- Novin, if it looks like you are gonna lose the target,

terminate him. Do not take any chances.

Are we clear?

- Copy that.

[door slams open]

[doors opening]

- Tangos inbound. - Heads down.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[speaking Hungarian quietly]

- Hold.

Hold.

Three.

Two.

One.

[bullets ricochet]

[shouting in Hungarian]

I'm out!

[groaning]

[glass shatters]

- Fall back!

[gunfire]

- Grenade!

- Stay with me.

- Changing!

- Stairs!

- [panting]

[groans]

- Josef, I am sorry.

- Roland. Please wait. - You used to be strong.

But you have forgotten who your real family are.

- Wait!

Roland, please wait.

[grunting]

[glass shatters]

Cease fire!

McAllister!

- Josef, tell your men to stand down.

Do that, and we'll let Rosa go.

- Is she your hostage or is she your passenger?

- We could walk out of this.

- Rosa, tell me the truth. Jane Lowry.

- I did it for us.

- No.

[breathing unevenly]

We lost men.

They died for this.

For--for this man, for the...

For the fucking enemy!

- There is no enemy, Josef.

There never was.

There is only the rich

and the poor and I wanted better.

- We were better.

I protected you. I...

I did everything for you!

- But you didn't let me go.

- [breathing heavily]

[sniffling]

[inhales sharply]

[gunfire]

- Rosa.

- You, on me!

[intense music builds]

♪ ♪

- Sorry! I've got my orders.

[tires screeching]

- Move, move, move!

- Novin! Exfil! Move!

- Get in the car! Now!

- Moving!

Come on!

- Go, go, go!

[tires squeal]

- [panting]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- Dr. Markov.

- Ma'am...

[engine shuts off]

- I believe you have a man in your custody

who is wanted under the 1992 Chemical Weapons Convention.

- We're bringing him in.

- He's a war criminal, and he's in our jurisdiction.

But your assistance is highly appreciated in the matter.

- How good are your men, Laszlo?

'Cause I'd put my people against them, any day.

- Colonel, please.

Imagine this the other way around.

My men running unauthorized operations on British soil,

pitched gun battles, deaths.

I'm only protecting my country.

And you would do the same.

Your Foreign Secretary seems to agree with me.

- What do you think's going on? - Oh, nothing good.

- We need to give them Markov.

Whitehall's cut a deal.

We hand over Markov,

Hungarians get the credit for finding him.

24 hours' time he's back under our command.

I'm sorry. We've no choice on this one.

- There's always a choice, right?

- It's a direct order.

[indistinct chatter]

- [speaking in Hungarian]

- Son of a bitch.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking in Hungarian]

[speaking in Hungarian]

[conversing in Hungarian]

[bullet soars]

- Shit! Get down!

[gunfire]

[shouting in Hungarian]

[groaning]

[bullets ricochet]

- [breathing shakily]

- Kareem Markov.

Come.

Seatbelt.

[engine starts]

All right then.

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

Good day! Pest control, at your service.

You've got termites.

(GRUNTING)

Destroy the lab. Put an end to this.

WILL JENSON: We've gotta go, this place is gonna blow!

(EXPLOSIVE BLAST)

(PAINED SCREAM)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

GRACIE NOVIN: Any idea what kind of numbers we're up against?

NATALIE REYNOLDS: It could be anything up to 100.

It's not gonna be enough.

Every day on Strike Back is a complicated stunt day.

But I'm quite happy

that I didn't have a noose around my neck.

-MEN: (CHANTING) Ultra! Ultra! -Hang him!

(CHEERING)

Watching Warren hanging was horrific.

I couldn't actually watch that. It was really disturbing.

DANIEL MACPHERSON: For all the fun we wanna have on Strike Back,

that intensity is gonna be part of it.

You're in a harness...

(STRAINED VOICE) But still, it's not very comfortable!

And the thing is, once you get up there,

you kind of relax into it.

And they let you down,

and your body kind of comes out a bit again and you go,

"Oh, my God!"

MACPHERSON: In Wyatt's mind, he's still

thinking back to the stabbing, so I think maybe he just

let him hang up there a little longer than he should have.

Luckily, the gang came to the rescue.

Taking the rope.

Reynolds shot the rope and saved Mac from being hung,

so that was great.

ALIN SUMARWATA: For Novin, what she, you know, lacks in skills,

she makes up with big rolling vehicles of fire here.

Episode four is total mayhem.

(GUNFIRE)

And in the end, Section 20-- Uh, in this incredible,

kind of old water treatment plant,

and we're kind of pinned down.

-Three, two, one... -(GUNFIRE)

MACPHERSON: And we kind of work out our escape.

We have a big gun fight, lots of bullets,

and lots of bad guys.

Magyar Ultra were really fearsome to work against.

And you believe for every second that they were...

really, really nasty people.

-(GUNFIRE) -Go!