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-This is the captain. -(WARNING LIGHT WHIRRING)

Brace for impact.

What was the purpose of your visit, sir?

Business.

We're the Joneses.

-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(YELLS)

(GUNSHOT)

Back in the day I was a badass bitch.

-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(MOTOR REVVING)

-Yes! -Oh, my God...

I think we've angered the gods.

Where's your sense of adventure?

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS SLOWLY)

DEADSHOT: Don't forget...

We're the bad guys.

Uh-oh.

ADEENA DONOVAN: Grab McAllister, Lowry's target,

and bring them both back home safe.

Lowry paid us twenty thousand in advance.

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

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SHARPLY EXHALES) I wish you could see what comes next.

I think I'm trying to impress you.

-(GUNFIRE) -(BULLET RICOCHETING)

Colonel, are you all right?

DONOVAN: This is the man Jane Lowry wants.

Dr. Karim Markov.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Go!

DONOVAN: The rising star of the Russian chemical weapons program.

Something called "Novachuk," a nerve gas.

(GRUNTS)

DONOVAN: Every single person working there died.

Come.

DONOVAN: He is the last person we want Jane Lowry

to get a hold of.

[engine revving]

[coffee machine gurgling]

[soft slapping]

[switch clicks]

[sizzling]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[faint knocking]

[knocking]

- Dr. Markov?

How much longer?

♪ ♪

- 48 hours.

♪ ♪

- I am confused, Tommi.

We give you job,

pay you a decent wage,

and yet still, you see fit to steal from me.

Do you think I do not keep a track of my product?

- I'm so sorry. Please.

- Hmm.

My mother passed away yesterday.

She always taught me to believe in actions

over words.

You say you are sorry.

Then prove it.

One finger. [knife clatters]

Show me how sorry you really are.

- Mr. Borisovich.

- Sorry to disturb you.

I need to use your facilities a little longer, please.

Three more days, with an option to extend.

- 30,000 a day,

payment within 24 hours.

Roko here will make the arrangements.

♪ ♪

But please, be prompt.

[knife slices] [Tommi screams]

[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 ♪

♪ Mmm, yes ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[alarms blaring]

♪ ♪

[explosion]

[rapid gunfire]

[men yelping]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [yelps]

- What's the one thing that boss said?

Don't trip the alarms.

- That was not my fault.

- Do you people have any idea

what's gonna happen to you?

- What, you mean fuckers shooting at us?

'Cause it's already happening, mate!

[gunshots] [man yelling]

- Skinny, call off your men now!

- They're not my men.

They belong to the Cosa Nostra, the cartel.

They're here to protect their money.

- Coming through.

The guy hit a panic switch, it could've happened to anyone.

- Yeah, but it just so happens that it happened to you,

so you owe me a beer.

- No, no, no, the bet was triggering an alarm.

A panic switch is a completely different thing.

[gunfire] - Get behind me, Skinny!

- It's the same goddamn thing!

- Go on, back to Blondie.

- That's Captain Blondie. Come here.

- Wyatt's right, by the way, you owe us a beer.

[gunshots]

- All right, I owe you a beer.

- Covering.

- Get in, get in!

- Let's go, let's go!

[tires squealing] [gunshots]

♪ ♪

[door slams]

- [soft gasp]

- Clever place to hang out--

container, mobile, moving location.

I was impressed.

- How did you find me?

- Rose Varga, Magyar Ultra--

the money Lowry was paying them.

- [scoffs]

I wanna see a lawyer.

- Skinny, look where you are.

This isn't the sort of room a lawyer walks into.

- Still maintain it was a panic switch, but...

- Good man.

- She's playing him like the world's saddest violin.

- How long have we got with this clown?

- I've managed to hold off Whitehall so far,

but they are scratching at the door.

They want him handed over within the hour.

- Captain better crack him fast.

- You launder and transfer money for a lot of bad people.

There's a lot of secrets on that laptop of yours,

and a lot of security agencies

who want to get their hands on you.

All I need from you

is access to Jane Lowry's account.

That's it.

So either you help me, or...

we hand deliver you back to the cartels.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[computer beeps]

Zero, uplink going live.

♪ ♪

- Reading loud and clear.

♪ ♪

- We good?

- We're good.

- [soft exhale]

[stammering] So, I can go now, right?

- You knew exactly who you were working for, Skinny.

See you in 25 years.

[door opens, shuts]

- So, there's over a million dollars

in the Lowry account that Skinny was handling.

- Shut it down. I want her starved of funds.

- That's her account frozen there, ma'am.

- Nice work, Johnson.

- Jensen. - [soft laugh]

- Nice one, lad. - Thanks, man.

- What you doing?

- Can you trace where the money was going?

- It may lead us to Jane's location.

- Uh, yes, yes, I can.

- So, no cash, no resources.

Lowry's gotta start seeing the writing on the wall.

- You saw how hard she worked to get Markov.

You don't do that and give up in a day.

- I'm not saying she's gonna give up in a day,

I'm just saying-- - Sorry, do you two mind?

This is quite tricky, and the chatter is, um--

- I think Jensen just told the two of you to shut the fuck up.

- [soft snort]

- Okay, so it's gonna take a few hours to confirm this,

but I'm already seeing a common thread here.

Lowry's payments were all funneled into shell companies,

all of which connected to one person:

a Belarusian businessman, Milos Borisovich.

- Milos Borisovich owns a string of drug labs--

everything from crystal methamphetamine

to anabolic steroids.

He's the next in line to the largest

Belarusian crime dynasty.

- Do you know why we wash the body, Alexsander?

[soft dramatic music]

It's to cleanse it of all worldly sin,

before it passes into the next life.

And your grandmother needs that more than most.

She made this family what it is.

And she was very fond of you.

[kisses]

[phone buzzing]

Yes?

Are you sure?

Then bring her in.

Finish up.

[door opens]

[door slams]

♪ ♪

- You're enjoying your work.

Hmm.

- Everyone said that Novichok could not be done.

No, it was an impossible puzzle,

and I was the only one that could solve it.

[door clanks]

[foreboding music]

- We are not to be disturbed.

- You have defaulted on your payment.

Mr. Borisovich wishes to see you.

- Well, that can't be right.

[phone beeping]

I need some time to look into this.

[fork whips] - [grunts]

- Please.

You made an agreement.

You broke that agreement,

I think it would be better to talk, huh?

♪ ♪

[fork whips] - [groans]

[fork clatters]

- Thank you.

[door slams, lock clicks]

- Tomorrow, this house will be full of guests,

commemorating the life of my mother.

But tonight-- tonight I am lucky,

because a beautiful woman has come to fuck me.

That is what you are doing, is it not?

Fucking with me.

- I have a temporary issue with funds.

- In this world, only two things matter--

profit and loss.

Right now, you are in the wrong column.

- I can get you the money.

And I can pay you extra for the inconvenience.

- How much extra are we talking?

- 50,000,

but I need to travel to meet someone.

24 hours.

- You can go,

but Markov stays.

And if you do not return,

then you lose everything and we will have problem.

- I know. I understand.

- By combing through Borisovich's acquisition list,

I saw that five days ago,

he ordered specialized lab equipment

for his facility in Turov, southern Belarus.

- That's where Lowry must be.

- Please tell me this plan involves kicking in some doors.

- Doors are definitely being kicked in.

We cut off Jane's finances.

Now let's go for the nerve gas.

We'll travel to Turov overnight,

hit them first thing.

Take out Markov.

Destroy the lab.

Put an end to this. - Yes, ma'am.

[brooding dramatic music]

- Nearing Turov.

Saddle up, boys.

[pen clacks]

- [soft laugh]

- What?

- You really like getting into character, don't you?

- I take pride in my work, McAllister.

- Is that how it was back in Task Force 18?

You're gonna have to talk about it some time.

- Au contraire, Pierre,

I don't have to talk about shit.

- Approaching.

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

[car doors clicking]

♪ ♪

[yelps]

♪ ♪

- G'day, Pest Control at your service.

You got termites.

[men yelping, groaning]

- Pest Control, really?

- Yeah, what would you have said?

- Exterminators.

- Not very subtle.

- Oh, I didn't realize we were doing subtle.

- Robbery!

Everybody put your hands up! - Hands!

- Put your hands up!

Everybody step back!

- Everybody stay down! - Get on the ground now!

Put your hands in the air!

- Stay down!

- You got this? - We got it.

- Try not to trigger any alarms, eh?

- Get your hands up.

- Hey, I love your work, by the way.

- What are you waiting for? Let's go!

- Don't piss the lady off, do as she says!

- Whoo, party time! - Fill it up!

- I got eyes on Markov.

[gunshots]

- Move!

Go left, left, let's go, move.

- Locked. Markov's getting away.

- Move, move!

- They've got an exit.

- Targets escaping, we need to intercept.

- Throw me the bag.

Gonna blow the door off.

- Contact! [gunshots]

[men yelping]

[distant gunshots]

- Check your six.

[gunshots]

- How we doing with that door, Wyatt?

- I'm about to blow it, just give me a second.

[device beeping]

[gunshots]

[men screaming]

- Move, move, move!

[fire whooshes]

[man shrieks]

- Oh, shit. - Oh, shit!

- Yeah, that's not good.

Wyatt, we've gotta go, this place is gonna blow.

[fire whooshes]

- Oh, shit!

[explosion]

Forget the damn door,

we need to get the fuck out of here now!

- Okay, move, move, move,

get out, let's go, let's go!

- Come on, come on, guys! - Move, move!

[gunshots]

- Wyatt, we need to move now.

The whole place is gonna blow.

- Move, move!

Go, go!

[all shouting]

[intense music]

Move!

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Hey Johnson, you wanna warn us

about a secret exit next time?

- It wasn't marked on the plans.

- What about Lowry?

- No sign, she's gone.

And they've snatched Markov.

- [inhales]

[ominous suspense music]

♪ ♪

[door shuts]

♪ ♪

- I'm not sure about the hair.

- Volkan.

- How much do you need?

- Quarter of a million.

You have connections,

you know people who supported Omair, maybe--

- Omair is dead.

I can give you a few men,

some willing disciples, even.

But money, weapons, things that matter?

Omair believed in something that was true and pure.

But you--

you craved that power, that excitement.

There was a sickness in you.

- I loved him.

- As did I, Jane,

but only one of us got him killed.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I made a promise to him.

We made a promise to him.

Please!

- Like I said, a few men.

That's all I can spare.

[papers shuffling, ripping]

- Thank you so much for coming.

It's very good to see you. - [speaking Russian]

[video game sounds]

[classical music playing]

- These guests are here for our family.

Put your fucking phone away.

[phone clicks]

- I do not think it was a rival gang, Mr. Borisovich.

- Then who the hell were they?

- The lab is destroyed.

- That's a lot of shit on this day of all days.

Someone is fucking with me.

- Every generation of the Borisovich family

keeps their assets listed in a ledger.

- So, you think wherever he has Markov, we can find it in that?

- The ledger will lead to Markov and Lowry.

- And you're sure about sending Novin in alone?

- Her Russian's good, she'll blend in.

- There's gonna be representatives of nearly

every major Eastern European crime family there.

If she gets caught-- - We are taking the risk.

It's not up for debate.

- Okay, look,

forgive me for saying this, but...

I think it feels personal.

- I brought 20 back from the grave.

We have lost Lowry,

and she stands to gain access

to the deadliest chemical weapon ever created.

Of course it's personal.

We all have a stake in this.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

- Donovan's given the green light.

We need Borisovich's ledger.

- Cheers, mate.

[door creaks, clicks]

What, planning on staying, watching me change?

- No, no, I just wanna go through the op again.

- Gate-crash a funeral party.

The ledge is either on Borisovich

or kept in a safe room.

- In which case, you'll need to find the access codes.

- Yes, William, I get it.

Grab the little red book,

try not to die, get out of there,

and, uh, no comms.

- Can't risk it.

[stammers] I do have this for you though.

- You really don't get my style, do you?

- [laughs] It's just a tracker.

So we can keep tabs on you.

- It's worth it, right?

The shit we do, the collateral damage--

it's necessary, right?

- A guy walks onto a subway at rush hour,

Novichok in hand.

He flicks the switch,

two chemicals combine,

and nerve gas pours out.

Entire carriage starts vomiting,

seizures, major organs shutting down,

dead within minutes.

And it spreads from one carriage

to the next carriage to the next carriage.

And by the time the train pulls in

to the next station,

there's not a single soul left alive.

- I would have taken a simple yes.

- Yes, it's worth it.

We'll be close by.

- Oi, sunshine.

If I don't make it back,

there's a decent bottle of tequila in my kitbag, so,

you know, knock yourself out.

[door creaks, shuts]

[tense dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[soft chattering in Russian]

♪ ♪

[speaking Russian]

- You should, it makes it easier.

But then, I don't think you're here to fuck, no?

You pay me to get you into this party so you can work.

You'll never make that back in one night.

So, I think, what?

- [Russian accent] It is simple, Tatjana.

Tonight I find a rich idiot and I make him my husband.

[men chuckling]

[man shouts] - Hey!

[man grumbling in Russian]

- [shouts] [guests gasp]

[swords clanging] [applause]

[swords clanging]

- [chuckles]

[guests chattering]

[clanging continues]

♪ ♪

[men shouting and grunting]

♪ ♪

- In position.

[men grunting]

[swords clanging]

♪ ♪

[drone whizzing]

- Drone's up.

- Copy that, surveillance is good.

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

- Finish him.

You have the advantage.

He is defeated, you finish him.

- [panting]

- What?

You think this is fucking joke?

- Wha--

- Don't you fucking move!

These blades have tasted the blood

of the bastards who oppressed my family.

They are not toys.

So, you finish him,

or I will kill you both.

[ominous music]

- [speaking Russian]

No.

♪ ♪

- Sorry. - No, please.

- I'm sorry.

[both scream]

[swords clanging] - Denis!

I fucking joking.

[cackles]

[laughter and applause]

Come on, buddy, no problem.

Relax, everyone.

Have a drink.

Mother would have enjoyed that.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Eyes on Novin. She's moving in.

- You are very funny man.

I like it. [giggles]

- She's made contact.

- What's your name?

- Natalia.

- Where you from?

- Saratov.

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

[classical music playing]

♪ ♪

- You come with me.

♪ ♪

- We're about to lose visual.

- Has she been made?

- Let's hope not.

- Novin on the move.

- My son, Alexsander,

always playing the video games,

staring at the fucking screen.

When I was his age, I was camping in the woods,

lost for days, hunting, surviving, living.

- [soft laugh]

- It is time for him to become a man,

and you...

Will deflower my son.

It will not be pleasant experience for you, but, uh,

you will be financially compensated.

- [softly] Ugh.

[classical music playing]

♪ ♪

[engine roaring]

[heels clacking]

[door creaking, clicks]

♪ ♪

- [clears throat] [game beeps]

It's, uh,

Alexsander, da?

How is the game going?

- Are you a virgin?

- [normal voice] What?

- Well, my grandmother said

I should only sleep with virgins and

that all other women were whores.

- Uh-huh. - So...

- She sounds like she was a very special lady.

Has your father done this before?

Sent a woman to you?

I'm guessing it didn't work out.

Don't sweat it, kid.

Nothing's gonna happen. [game beeps]

- But my father said I should--

- I'll bet he said a lot of things,

but sometimes, your dad might be, you know,

full of shit.

- [soft laugh]

- He does care about you, though.

- No, he doesn't like me.

He says that one day all this will be mine,

that I have to be tougher.

- He just worries about you,

that's why he's got that safe room all set up.

- It's for him, not for me.

- You've never been in?

- A few times, but when I do, he gets mad at me, so...

- That's probably because

you're not meant to know how to get in.

- I worked out the code.

[game beeps]

- Bullshit you did.

- My grandmother's birthday.

- April the 12th.

- June the 5th.

- Ah, I was close. How old was she again?

- 70-something.

Really fucking old. [soft laugh]

- There you go, got you a bonus round.

[soft patting]

[sighs]

That'll be our little secret.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll tell him you were great.

[classical music playing]

[door clicks]

♪ ♪

- That was quick.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

- On the move again.

- Come on.

♪ ♪

[door clicks, creaks]

♪ ♪

[keypad beeping]

[low beeping]

♪ ♪

- [exhales] [keypad beeping]

Motherfuck. [low beeping]

Come on.

[keypad beeping]

[low beeping]

Motherfucker, come on. [high-pitched beep]

[lock whirs, clicks]

♪ ♪

- [moaning] Does that feel nice?

Is that good, baby?

Like that?

- [panting]

- [moaning] Yeah.

- Please, don't talk.

[hip-hop music playing]

[door clicks]

- Mr. Borisovich.

- What?

- Sorry. - Get out!

- There is an alert. Someone is in the safe room.

- That fucking idiot boy.

- Alexsander is in his room.

♪ ♪

- Wait.

Every time I try to entertain guests,

always fucking problem.

I will be back.

- You will.

[click]

[door creaks]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[keypad beeping]

[door clicks]

- [screams]

- [grunts]

[choking]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

[yelps]

- [grunts]

[gunshot]

[dramatic rock music]

[rapid gunfire]

♪ ♪

[men grunting and shouting]

[flesh pierces] - [screams]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[grunts]

- We have guards moving in from the outside.

We've lost her signal.

- Distraction, now.

- Well, I guess that's us.

- Who are you?

Who sent you?

- [grunts]

[motorcycle engine roars]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[panicked chatter]

[gunshots]

[faint gunshots]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[pants]

[motorcycle engine revving]

[gunshots]

[man yelps]

- Gracie, come on.

- I've got it.

I've got the ledger.

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[silenced gunfire]

- Move!

♪ ♪

Moving!

- Novin secure, move out.

- Copy that!

Wyatt, get some wheels!

- I'm on it.

[panicked screaming]

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

I've got one!

[engine sputtering]

Come on. [engine turns over]

Let's go, let's go!

[gunfire]

Come on, we gotta move, let's go!

[wheels squealing]

♪ ♪

[engine roaring]

- What the hell is this?

- You told me to grab some wheels.

- This is a hearse.

- Yeah, I grabbed the first thing I could.

- You stole the hearse. - What?

To be fair, McAllister,

you didn't specify what kind of car.

- I didn't think I had to!

♪ ♪

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You just stole the body of Borisovich's dead mother.

- No, no, no, no, no, no! I stole a hearse.

I didn't know his mother was in the back.

- It's a fucking hearse!

What did you think was in the back?

- You wanted a getaway vehicle,

we're getting away.

Shit, contact.

[wheels screeching]

♪ ♪

We're too heavy.

- No. - Yes.

- No, no! - Yes!

Mac, we could sit here and we can discuss

the moral implications of this,

but right now we're too heavy

and we gotta lose some weight.

- She does not deserve to go like that.

- Mac, just kick her out!

- This is just fucking great, this is.

- Shut up and get back there.

- How'd you wanna go? - Move it!

- A burial? A cremation?

No, I'd like to be kicked out the back

of a fucking hearse!

- Shit, contact, hang on.

[wheels squealing] [gunshots]

- Shit!

♪ ♪

[yelps]

[brakes screeching]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Nice driving, ace.

[birds chirping]

- I'm sorry, I didn't think they'd come to your home.

- Then you are a fool.

I could still make this worth your while.

The scientist, Dr. Markov--

if I can get him to complete his work,

he will be worth millions to the FSB

and I will give him to you to sell on.

[soft dramatic music]

Mr. Borisovich.

♪ ♪

- Why should I trust you?

This is all your fault.

- You okay?

- I got the ledger, I'm good.

- Gotta take it easy, Grace.

You've been through so much. - [sharp gasp]

Jesus, Will, I told you, I'm good.

Any word on Wyatt or Mac? - Nothing.

- Their last tracker position was south of the mansion.

We need to go back.

- Agreed.

- I'm coming too.

You need all the bodies you can get.

- Kit up. Make it fast.

[soft dramatic music]

[car door slams]

♪ ♪

- [exhales]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

- Morning, sunshine.

Yeah.

[soft laugh]

- What happened to my husband?

I keep trying to picture it.

And you were there.

So, what were his last moments?

Words?

- Your husband had 50 stinger missiles

that he was arming terrorist groups with.

The devastation that would've caused--

- The devastation?

Have you seen what a stray drone strike does to a school?

A hospital? [sniffs]

I have.

- Idrisi killed General Farid.

We gave chase.

McAllister tried to take him alive,

but, you know, there was a missile strike coming, so...

- So we shot him and he died,

and the missile brought the mountain down.

He's gone.

Let it go, you don't need to carry on,

you don't need to do this.

- [sniffles]

No, we started this together.

[sighs]

I want what he wanted.

I want the west to experience

what my people go through every day.

[sobs]

- Your people?

You're from Warrington, for Chrissakes.

I grew up in the same town as you.

- Well, I guess she needs an excuse to be a psycho.

- Of course.

The lone wolf--

doesn't play well with others.

[tense music]

Have you told him about your task force yet?

The whole story?

- All right.

- The one where he was so desperate for glory,

that he got his entire team killed?

♪ ♪

- It wasn't like that.

I didn't have a choice.

- Although,

we've only got your word to go on.

- Fuck you.

Fuck you, they were my friends.

- Yeah,

and they got to find out exactly what kind of man

Sergeant Samuel Wyatt really is.

- So, what're you telling me?

Wyatt's some kind of dick?

♪ ♪

Because that's big news.

I've spent time with the guy, I know he's a dick.

[soft ominous music]

I also know that he's solid.

♪ ♪

What about you though, Jane?

You could be sat there all silent,

but no, you're talking away.

I know why.

You've got nobody.

And you're lonely.

- You don't know me.

- I'm not mocking you.

All your money's gone.

Your own people would never back a woman.

You still keep going and going.

It takes guts.

♪ ♪

- Do you know the last thing my mother said to me was?

"Just don't get into trouble."

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Could never go back,

even if I wanted.

Have you got some family back home?

- Yeah.

Mum. Dad.

- Must worry about you.

- Mum says I should phone home more.

Do they not have phones in Afghanistan?

- No, we blew them all up.

[soft laugh]

- [snorts lightly]

[soft laugh]

[all crack up]

- I'll save them for last, then.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door clangs]

[door slams]

- Alexsander,

these are the two men

who stole your grandmother's body

and defiled it.

- Mr. Borisovich, I do just have to ask--

is your mother a larger woman?

If we had have known that your mother was so heavy,

we would've stolen-- [grunts]

- Alexsander, what do you say to them?

Alexsander.

- Fuck--fuck you.

- [speaks Belarusian]

♪ ♪

I looked into what you told me about your scientist.

It's true, he's worth something.

But it's been 20 years,

so he needs to show that he still has the skills.

Can you make that happen?

- I can.

- Then we're back in business.

[speaks Belarusian]

My mother was a very hard woman,

but she was right about one thing.

I raised a weak child.

Sacha,

it is time for you to grow up.

Choose a target,

pull the trigger,

and become a man.

[tense music]

- [shaky breaths]

♪ ♪

[man shouting Belarusian]

- On my signal.

- In position.

- In position.

[suspenseful music]

[silenced gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Moving.

- All right, kid, easy.

Easy now, kid, come on.

- Ten.

♪ ♪

- [breathing shakily]

- Nine.

- You can't make him do this.

- Eight.

♪ ♪

- Hey, kid, you don't have to do this.

You don't. - Seven.

- [whimpers]

♪ ♪

- Six.

- You know what? Shoot me.

- That's fair.

- Actually, no, shoot him, he's an asshole.

- Five. - But you stole the hearse.

- We needed a getaway vehicle. - Did we get away?

- Four.

♪ ♪

Three.

Two!

♪ ♪

[silenced gunshot] [man grunts]

Sacha.

You are my boy and I love you,

but this world is hard

and I will not always be there.

♪ ♪

- You have to be nicer to me.

[grunts]

[explosions]

[silenced gunshots]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

- Moving!

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

Moving!

♪ ♪

- [coughing]

- Lowry?

- Gone.

[gunshots]

- Nice moves, computer guy.

- Thanks. [gunshots]

- Move!

♪ ♪

- Go, go, go!

[all coughing]

♪ ♪

- Those fucks.

- [coughing]

- Phone!

Give me phone!

[coughs]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

[phone beeps]

- Da?

- Yuri, it's me.

[coughing]

- Mr. Borisovich.

- I have some people I want dealt with.

[coughing]

- Hmm, this is bad time.

Yuri just finish his last job.

Yuri retired now.

- [coughing]

- I recommend someone else.

- I don't want someone else.

I want the best.

It's important, Yuri.

- [sigh]

- Four kills, you will enjoy it.

- [speaks Russian]

Send me details.

[speaks Russian]

[chuckles]

[phone beeps]

♪ ♪

So...

Yuri was wrong.

You were not my last job,

not by long shot.

[knife clatters]

Yuri must go to work.

♪ ♪

[neck cracks]

[phone dinging]

♪ ♪

[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero" playing]

- ♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Now, I can't see where you comin' from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters ain't the who's baddest but the ♪

♪ Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, come on ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ ♪

-Find Jane. -♪ (PERCUSSION PLAYING) ♪

-MAN: Let's go! Let's go! -(CROWD SCREAMING)

COL. ADEENA DONOVAN: Before something else happens. Because this...

This felt like a dress-rehearsal for something much worse.

Give me all the cover you can.

Copy that.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(SHOUTING)

One!

♪ (PERCUSSION CONTINUES) ♪

(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

-(DETONATOR BEEPS) -(EXPLOSION)

♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Oh, Jesus Christ!

You just stole the body of Borisovich's dead mother!

So actually, one of the audition scenes

that Warren and I did together

was Mac and Wyatt steal a hearse.

I think we were even driving around

doing the bloody hearse scene in L.A.

And everyone loved it so much that I think, the story goes,

that they went and wrote an episode

around the hearse-stealing scene.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(SHOUTING)

The hearse chase is so much fun, it's so funny.

THOMAS MCALLISTER: How do you want to go?

A burial? A cremation?

No, I'd like to be kicked out the back of a fucking hearse!

SGT. SAMUEL WYATT: Hang on!

Coffin's sliding, and I'm trying to grip the coffin with me legs.

Ending with this wonderful flourish.

Coffin being spat out the back of this car.

"You all right?" Yep, yep. No, I'm good.

Just-- just first day driving on Strike Back

and I crashed a hearse.

DANIEL MACPHERSON: Then we end up face-to-face

with Jane Lowry.

What happened to my husband?

That was the first day since we started shooting...

We shot him.

...that in the whole day, no one picked up a gun.

No one got killed.

There was no explosions.

-(CRYING, EXHALES) -We just sat for a full day.

Eh? You don't get a lot of that around here.

MJ BASSETT: So the thing I'm most proud of in this season

is this corridor fight.

GOON: Eh, pig.

The one take...

-without a pause... -(GUNSHOTS)

without a breath...

getting beaten up and knocked about...

-(GRUNTS) -fight.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(SHOUTING)

Oh, dear God.

I don't think anything could've prepared me enough. (LAUGHS)

(YELLING)

For the stunt coordinators, that's always the challenge, is

"how do we get them to lose their guns

so we can have some cool hand-to-hand combat?"

I mean, look, you're definitely prone to more scratches and

you can't hide, you know, arm-- knee pads anywhere.

But, you know. As long as you got a good pair of knickers on,

you're fine. (LAUGHING)

You don't know which end you're gonna be flipping up to-- or--

(LAUGHING) or popping out of!

-(LAUGHING) -(GLASS SHATTERING)