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DSI EDWARD BENTON: We've got a body.

We've got at least six other murders with the same MO.

DCI GABRIEL MARKHAM: If we could go back far enough,

now we've got a good chance of finding this guy.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

DI ELAINE SHEPARD: Why do people do the things they do?

DR. ISAAC TAYLOR: Sometimes we look for reasons...

(HEART MONITOR FLATLINING)

TAYLOR: ...and all we find...

Chaos.

♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Wanna know something? We're having a pretty shitful day.

We've been lied to, shot at...

-SGT. SAMUEL WYATT: Who are these guys? -(GUNFIRE)

-LCPL. GRACIE NOVIN: ...drowned. -(GRUNTING)

Old friends getting together.

MAN: What the hell do you want with him?

He belongs to me!

My knickers are wet and I'm bloody starvin'.

If you don't tell us where Morgan Ives was headed--

Rovinj! Town on the coast.

CAPT. NATALIE REYNOLDS: Jesus, that was fast.

We'll scope out Donovan.

COL. ADEENA DONOVAN: (ON RADIO) Follow Ives and Idrisi. Find out where the Atlas is.

REYNOLDS: The intel is real.

Every British agent is going to be blown wide open.

Why didn't you tell us that Jane Lowry was a British agent?

You need to tell me what happened to Jensen.

You already know the answer.

What is the location of this intelligence?

It's at the center of a mausoleum on Avet Island.

I'm not letting Lowry get away again.

You take Idrisi.

Brian! Jawedan!

Fuck!

Jawedan!

She's signaling.

(GRUNTING)

There's no coming back from this.

(GASPS)

Novin!

(GUNFIRE)

NOVIN: Fuck!

NOVIN: Who the hell are you guys?

It's a long story.

NOVIN: Save it for next time.

[engine revving]

[tranquil music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

[gunshots continue]

♪ ♪

- Go!

♪ ♪

[people yelling]

Wait. Wait. It's left!

[people yelling]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Croatian] - Coming through.

Nice.

- This way.

- Move! Go! Go!

♪ ♪

- Shit.

- Ah, no, no, no.

♪ ♪

- Boat?

♪ ♪

- Yeah, come on, let's do it.

- Ready?

♪ ♪

[tense music]

[gunshots]

[engine grinding]

- Come on!

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- Shit! Oh, shit!

Grenade!

♪ ♪

- Go!

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

Yeah!

- Now we just have to find Ives.

♪ ♪

[mournful music]

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- You can stop the dirty looks, yeah?

Right now, this Atlas of Intelligence

is the only thing stopping me

from selling your ass

on the open market.

♪ ♪

- [speaking Arabic]

♪ ♪

- I brought the chamomile.

♪ ♪

British intel?

- It's on Avet Island.

♪ ♪

Shall I stop with the dirty looks now, Mr. Ives?

♪ ♪

[speaking Russian] - Comrade.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- Hey!

Up ahead, that's Ives' boat.

- Get after them!

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[gunfire]

We got company. - What the fuck?

[gunshots]

Who the hell are they?

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

- [yells]

- Nyet, nyet!

- Did you hear that?

Russian.

[gunfire continues]

[men yelling indistinctly]

♪ ♪

- Shit, we've been hit! [gunshots]

- Shit.

- They're going after Ives.

- Ah, it's okay. It's just a little smoke.

♪ ♪

It'll hold.

♪ ♪

[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 ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gunshot] - [grunts]

- I see you!

Ah!

♪ ♪

[gunshot] - [grunts]

[gunshots]

[men grunting]

[gunshots]

- Michael, stop fucking around.

♪ ♪

- So are you cowboys

gonna tell me who the hell you are?

- We're on the trail of the Atlas.

Stolen British military files.

- Eh, never heard of that one before,

but, you know, when I lose something,

it's usually in the last place I look.

- That's cute.

♪ ♪

We know Lowry had it,

and now Idrisi is after it.

Isn't he?

- You want to back it off there, mate?

- You heard her.

♪ ♪

Step back.

Oh, fuck.

It's you two.

It's okay, Novin. These guys used to be 20.

- Seriously?

You're in bed with the Russians?

- Jane...

I had her contact them.

Turns out they were interested

in the Atlas as well.

- Whatever they're offering,

I'll pay double.

[laughter]

- It's not about the money, Mr. Ives.

Back in Libya, you told 20 where I was.

That led to Jane and I being separated,

to my capture,

and to her death.

Everything that has happened...

is because of you.

- We should head for the island soon.

Take vehicles.

Go via the causeway.

- I don't care how we get there.

- I just meant if you wanted,

you still have time to do whatever you need to do.

[ominous music]

- [speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

- This whole situation reminds me of a fucking joke.

See, there's a Muscovite businessman,

a Siberian farmer, and a policeman

from St. Petersburg,

and they're all standing on top of this building.

Stock market has crashed.

Ruble's flatlined.

They've lost all their savings,

and they're on the food line.

Normal day in Russia, right? [laughs]

♪ ♪

They decide to end it all,

make a pact to jump off the building at the same time.

But who hits the ground first?

The businessman?

Farmer?

Anybody want to guess?

♪ ♪

No?

♪ ♪

They're Russian,

so who gives a fuck?

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

- We'll give you 20 instead.

Katiya, set a course to Avet Island.

♪ ♪

- These people who are after you,

they aren't military. They're Stillwater.

Contractors sent to clean house.

- Bunch of assholes.

- So I'm guessing you must have done something

to piss off the wrong people.

- Yeah, our CO.

Trying to cover up mistakes from the past.

- Just out of curiosity,

who are you guys working for, hmm?

- It's a little complicated. - Is it?

- They're here! [gunshot]

- You were disavowed by the British military,

and now you're drafted in on occasion

to do high-risk covert ops.

- Fuck me.

Well, I guess it's not that complicated.

- It's not, is it, sunshine?

- We've been on the trail of the stolen intel

for the last few months now.

- Is that right?

[gunshot]

It's just, uh...

we've been looking for it for the last day,

and we're already ahead of you.

- We got a little distracted in Sao Paolo.

- Which we agreed we wouldn't talk about.

- No, we agreed you wouldn't talk about.

- Damien.

- Michael.

Shut up.

- Yeah, fuck you, mate.

- Jesus Christ.

Pair of idiots.

♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzing]

Shit.

Wyatt? You okay?

- Well, that kind of depends on your definition of "okay."

We took out Lowry, but we lost Idrisi.

We did, however, get a location of the Atlas.

It's a place called Avet Island,

due south of the Bosnian-Croatian border.

- Okay, we're closer.

We'll make a move for it.

- Yeah, well, it'll have to be a quick move.

Ives, Idrisi, and the Russian special ops

are already on their way. - Russian?

- Yeah, turns out there's a party

and everyone's invited.

- [sighs] Right, well, we'll hold them off

as long as we can.

- All right.

And, Cap...

Donovan?

[foreboding music]

- We're on our own now.

- Copy that.

- You got transport?

- She's asking if we have transport.

♪ ♪

- I think we'll manage.

[suspenseful music]

- We got a fix on the intel.

- Sweet. - Moving.

♪ ♪

Clear.

♪ ♪

- Clear.

[men speaking indistinctly]

- Stillwater assholes inbound.

- Are you sure you can get to the Atlas

before anyone else does?

[gunshot] - [grunts]

- We have to.

We need it to get back in.

[gunshots]

Hell, we need it to stay alive.

- It's always hearts and flowers

until they try to blow your brains out.

[gunshot] - [grunts]

[gunshots]

- We'll hold off Stillwater, buy you some time.

You stay in touch.

- Thanks.

- We'll rendezvous once you've got the package.

- Appreciate it.

- Yeah, well, that's the kind of gentlemen that we are.

- Go on. Go.

- Moving.

♪ ♪

- Speaking of which, we are the kind of gentlemen

that will steal that intel from them, right?

- "Stealing" is such a harsh word, Scott.

- Yeah.

Let's move, bud.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- It's a... complicated situation.

- What's complicated?

You ordered Donovan to eliminate us.

- Whatever Donovan did, she did alone.

- Ah, yeah, I'm sure you've got

a wall of deniability,

but we've got bigger problems here.

Lowry stole the fucking Atlas.

- We were aware there might have been a breach.

- Well, Idrisi's after it.

Idrisi, alongside some Russian special forces.

My guess would be GRU.

- It's the entire map

of the British military covert operation.

If it falls into Russian hands...

Tell me your location. I'll send a squad.

- Ha, yeah, I don't think so.

We'll get the Atlas, and we'll bring it in.

And then what?

- And then

the operation will be deemed a success.

Lowry terminated, Atlas secured,

and 20 back where they belong.

- Yeah, thought so.

- Just remember, Captain,

if you come home empty-handed,

you're nothing but the team that eliminated their own CO,

and that story does not have a happy ending.

- Copy.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Are we screwed?

- Yeah, if we don't get the Atlas.

- Maybe we were screwed from the start.

Donovan only got us in to clean up her mess.

- You know, I didn't even try to bring her in alive.

- You ask me, Captain,

you did the right thing.

[foreboding music]

Incoming.

- They're keen.

We set? - Yep.

Everyone's after this damn thing.

Better be bloody worth it.

[uneasy suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Okay.

[device beeps]

♪ ♪

That should buy us some time.

♪ ♪

- 20 are here.

You're going to need more men.

♪ ♪

- Let's move--now.

♪ ♪

- You okay? - Yeah.

♪ ♪

We need to get out to that island quick as we can,

'cause the Russians are gonna be on us.

- I just gotta check:

everybody is cool to die for this, right?

- Well, what's the other option?

They get their hands on it,

military intelligence is crippled.

Soldiers, ops,

everything we work for.

- A bad boss doesn't mean a bad job.

Will said it was worth it.

I believed him back then,

and I believe him now.

- Come on, it could be worse.

Could be raining.

[suspenseful music]

[thunder rolling, rain pattering]

♪ ♪

- That looks like a mausoleum to me.

- Moving.

- All right, short stuff.

Come on, you and me. Let's go.

- Short stuff, eh?

That really isn't a fucking thing.

- [laughs]

See you, Big Mac.

- Moving.

We need to find an overwatch position.

- [whispering] Shit.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- That's gotta be where Lowry hid it.

Center of the mausoleum.

- Your guess is as good as mine, mate.

Don't even know what "it" looks like.

♪ ♪

- It's clear.

♪ ♪

All right. - Yeah.

- Where do you want to start?

- Top right.

Oh, fuck.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- You know, if Lowry had this intel,

how come she never used it?

- Maybe she didn't have the chance.

Maybe she didn't want Idrisi to find out the truth.

Or maybe,

if you didn't keep asking questions,

we would find the fucking thing faster.

[soft eerie music]

- It was a rhetorical question.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

[men shouting in Russian]

♪ ♪

We gotta move.

♪ ♪

[gunfire] [men yelling indistinctly]

- You go. I'll keep them away.

[men shouting in Russian]

- Go! Go! Go! Go!

♪ ♪

- Shit, they're flanking us.

Moving!

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

- [whispering] Shit. Down.

Fucking son of a bitch.

- [speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

[device beeping slowly]

[beeping quickens]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [whispering] See if you can get around the other side.

- Copy that. - Hey, wait.

Wait for my signal.

- What's your signal?

- You'll see.

♪ ♪

[device beeps and whirs]

[foreboding music]

[dramatic music]

[man yelling indistinctly]

♪ ♪

- [shouting angrily]

[panting] You took her from me.

You people...

you have no idea what you've taken!

My family, my wife...

[yells]

♪ ♪

[men speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Shit.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- Bullshit.

- Ah, it was worth a try.

- Hey! [gun cocks]

- Fuck!

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I never wanted this.

I had my team,

my squad, my brothers.

You took that from me!

- Do you even think about the people you have killed?

♪ ♪

- You're not changing the world!

♪ ♪

You're just putting fucking holes in it!

♪ ♪

- So what are you saying, Thomas?

[mournful music]

Should we put down our weapons?

Talk about our differences?

- No.

I'm saying today...

today's the day you die.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Package acquired.

Move out.

- I'm not done!

- Katiya, now!

[foreboding musical tone]

- Captain.

- You all right?

- The Russians have the Atlas.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I just killed Omair Idrisi.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

♪ ♪

The Atlas?

- The Russians have it.

They've already moved out.

- What was the point?

It was all for shit, mate.

♪ ♪

- At least the rain stopped.

♪ ♪

- Michael,

we could do with your help.

[twangy dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- What is this place?

- It's an old KGB safe house.

Mind you, the owner can be a bit, uh, temperamental.

Welcome home.

- What the hell?

Michael. - Viktor.

- Where is the other?

- He's late.

- Typical, huh?

- We were in the area, needed a drink,

Maybe...

something more.

- Make yourselves comfortable.

- Right, first things first.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[exhales sharply]

Lance Corporal William Jensen.

- To Jensen.

- Jensen. - Jensen.

♪ ♪

- Johnson.

- Johnson.

♪ ♪

[foreboding music]

- Hey.

That's him, right? - Yep.

- Anton Krupin

and Katiya Korikova.

GRU black ops.

- More competent and ruthless

than the KGB ever was.

Covert ops, meddling in foreign elections,

not to mention they have weapon caches

in the U.S., just in case.

- And once they've decrypted the Atlas,

they'll have every British military secret as well.

Bloody brilliant.

- So we've got about, what,

12 hours until everything's fucked?

- Until we're disavowed and hunted down.

- Contracts on your pretty little heads,

and everyone's looking to collect.

Hmm. Hard to resist.

[foreboding music]

- You are fucking with us, right?

♪ ♪

- I'm fucking with you. - Dickhead.

- Listen, the fact remains the same.

Without the Atlas, you're screwed.

- So we get it back.

- Except we don't know where the GRU have taken it.

And we don't have enough time to track them down.

- So why don't we steal something off them?

Something of equal worth.

Force a trade.

- Oh, come on, reality check.

We cannot just storm in

and steal a list of GRU black ops.

Oh, that's what we're doing?

[building heroic music]

Course we fucking are.

- So Viktor says Pancevo, Serbia.

Nearest Russian data bank.

- What's the security like?

- It's pretty brutal. - What do we got?

Lockdown protocols, reinforced steel doors,

self-destruct mechanisms.

Nice.

- So even if we do break in

and grab the GRU data,

there's no guarantee we'll make it out.

- What if you knocked out the nearest power grid?

♪ ♪

Auxiliary power should go to protecting the server.

That should theoretically get you a window

before any security shutdown goes into effect.

- How big a window? - How long's a piece of string?

I don't know. Seven minutes.

- Well, you know what they say.

It's not the size of the window that matters.

It's how you use it.

- Sure, knock out the power,

break into the building,

locate the secure GRU servers,

and steal the sensitive data,

all in the same amount of time it takes

to make a good cup of coffee.

- But hey, what's the alternative?

Spend the rest of our lives on the run, right?

Kind of like this guy.

- It's a big ask.

You're gonna need all hands on deck.

- That's why you're gonna take out the power grid for us.

- No, no, I'm not.

- Come on, mate, throw us a bone.

Do it for 20, one last time.

[door opens]

- Whoa, whoa!

Put 'em down.

What'd I miss, Mikey? - Yeah.

- Fuck's going on? - Yeah.

It's about time. Come here.

Come on.

Change of plans.

- So tell me about it over a beer.

- No. Come on.

- Really? - Come on.

- Fuck you. I'm thirsty.

- Shut up, Scott. Let's go.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- All right, Michael.

ETA on lights out.

- Is that working?

♪ ♪

- Nothing.

- Bollocks. It's not working.

It's not working!

- Huh?

- Anything?

♪ ♪

- No, nothing.

- Shit. Scott, Scott, it's not gonna work.

It's not gonna work, mate.

- Well, you know what I've always said.

[gun cocks]

If you can't smash the fuck out of it,

you shoot the fuck out of it.

♪ ♪

- What about now?

- That should do it.

- Hey, Scott.

Let's go to Sao Paolo.

- Fuck yeah.

[suspenseful music]

- So seven minutes is what we got to work with, huh?

- That was the guess.

- Could be more. Could be less.

♪ ♪

- Moving.

♪ ♪

- Moving.

♪ ♪

- Coming through.

Jesus, how much intel do they keep here?

- All of it, by the looks of this.

Our lot do the same.

♪ ♪

- [muttering in Russian]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

[yells]

♪ ♪

- I have eyes on target.

I got one, two GRU guards.

- I'm gonna go up to the control room,

see if I can open that thing.

You're gonna need this.

- Gotcha.

Holler if you need me.

- Good luck.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Let me know when you're set.

- Set.

- Set.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- Moving.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Well, so far, so good.

- Man, don't jinx it.

♪ ♪

- Remember, if we can't secure the data...

- We destroy it. I know.

[tablet beeping]

- Come on, you son of a bitch.

Ah!

Cap, we're gonna need your help with the door.

- Yeah, all right, Wyatt.

Just give me a minute.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- [speaking Russian]

- Fucking Viktor sold us out!

- Sure looks that way!

- We gotta get cover! Captain!

Captain, we gotta get this fucking door open now!

[gunfire continues]

Cap, we gotta move now, now!

♪ ♪

- Bingo.

- Door's open! Go! Go! Go!

Come on! Move it!

♪ ♪

- Going in, Mac! - Yeah, go.

- Which one is it? - Look for seven.

- Look for seven.

- Which one's seven, damn it?

♪ ♪

- On my way down.

[gunshot] - [grunts]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- We need to step it up.

- This one's seven!

- You sure?

- Yeah, but we gotta get it open.

♪ ♪

- Four minutes till lockdown.

- Can you stop that?

Come on!

[automated warning in Russian]

[alarm blaring]

- That didn't sound good.

- We just activated a self-destruct mode.

We got two minutes!

- Is there any chance you mistranslated that?

- Nyet!

♪ ♪

- How we doing?

- Just give me a second.

♪ ♪

I did it!

I did it! The countdown stopped.

- Now all we need to do is get that thing

and fight our way out back here.

[gunfire]

[automated warning in Russian]

[alarm blaring]

- Stop fricking around and get here and help me!

- I'm not. I don't think I can.

[gunfire]

Come here! Have a look!

- Fuck! - What does that say?

- We need a passcode to permanently disable it.

Oh, my God.

Hang tight! Just hang tight.

Uh, I think I've got an idea.

Coming through, Mac! Cover my ass!

- Haven't got anything big enough, kid.

- Suck my dick. - [laughs]

[gunfire]

[both grunting]

- [screams, pants]

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Wait, please. Please, you win!

Please, I was just trying to do my job,

same as you. [grunts]

- Where the hell's Novin?

- Oh, fuck!

Fucking hell, kid.

- We're dragging this bastard out of here.

- Not exactly technical.

- Fuck technical.

How long we got, Wyatt?

- We got one minute to security lockdown.

When it comes to self-destruct,

as long as my hand stays here,

you got all the time you need.

- No, no, no, we're not leaving you.

- We got a lockdown coming.

We gotta get the server out of here.

We're running out of fucking time.

- Well, she's sweet to go.

- Mission comes first.

You guys get out of here. You get home safe.

I'll make a run for it.

It'll be fine.

- Yeah, famous last words.

- Captain, we got the server.

We got wheels. We're coming through.

- Copy that. I'm on my way to you.

- Catch you on the flip side.

- Jump on, Mac!

We need to get the fuck out of here!

- Let's go!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Wyatt, we're clear!

Shutters are down.

- All right, copy that.

I'll find myself a way out.

Don't worry about it.

I got 87 seconds.

[contemplative music]

[automated warning in Russian]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

All right, wait.

Wait!

See this up here? Huh? Huh?

I take my hand off this,

and the whole place goes up, all right?

That is mutually assured destruction.

That means you die and I die.

Or we work together.

- You're suggesting a truce.

- Yeah, I guess I am.

Now, what do you say?

- I am prepared to die for my country.

Are you? [gunshots]

[alarms beeping]

- No.

[ominous music]

Oh, you son of a bitch.

♪ ♪

Fuck.

Fuck!

Mac, we got a problem.

We got a little situation in here.

- What do you mean?

- The--the control is broken.

It's not stopping.

- All right, we're going back in.

- No, no, no, no, there's no way in.

There's no way out.

The shutters are down. There's no time.

- Wyatt... - Hey, I just want you guys

to know something, all right?

I thought I was done being part of the team,

but, um,

it turns out I was wrong.

[melancholy music]

You know, fucking maybe,

maybe this was all for something.

You know, maybe it was.

Hell, maybe we even

made the world a better place.

That's all right.

And there's worse ways to go, right?

♪ ♪

What the fuck am I thinking?

No!

No, no, no, no! I don't want to die!

I don't want to fucking die, so how do I get out of here?

♪ ♪

All right, I'm coming!

Fucking come on!

Come on!

[system counting down in Russian]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Wyatt!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

- Hey, well done. - Eh?

- I figured someone should say it.

Stopped Idrisi getting the missiles out,

Jane, the chemical weapons.

If this goes all right, we'll have protected

the whole of British military, so...

- What do you want, Mac?

A medal?

- Settle for a nice cold beer.

- Shit, yeah.

- I could do with a hot shower.

Any kind of shower.

- All right, let's do this shit.

- The server.

- One previous careful owner.

- [speaking Russian]

- The Atlas.

[both speaking Russian]

[quiet uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- The Atlas.

Fair is fair.

♪ ♪

- Check the encryption held.

♪ ♪

- We're good. Encryption held.

They didn't manage to clone it.

♪ ♪

- So we done here?

♪ ♪

- Yeah.

We are done.

♪ ♪

- [softly] Here we go.

The double-cross.

- Hey, big fella!

♪ ♪

Pick a number between one and ten.

- I don't understand.

- Go on, just guess.

- Go on, any number.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Maybe I'm just...

buying time because some tosspot's supposed

to be giving us cover!

- What for?

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Move, move!

♪ ♪

- Mac!

♪ ♪

Come on, Wyatt!

Come on!

♪ ♪

Take it!

♪ ♪

Here they come!

♪ ♪

- Novin, you think we can outrun them?

- I reckon I'll give it a try.

Hold on!

♪ ♪

[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I can't see where you coming from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

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

♪ But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪

♪ 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

-Step back. -(GUN COCKS)

Huh, it's you two.

Scott and Stonebridge. We'd always talked about

whether they should come back.

We knew that they shouldn't come back in the beginning

because we needed to make sure that our new characters

and our new actors had a chance

to really establish themselves, find their feet.

But to have old and new interact

and intersect for a moment is so much fun.

And I believe it's a kind of passing the torch

moment as well.

Who are you guys working for?

It's a little complicated.

You were disavowed by the British military

and now you're drafted in on occasions

to do high-risk, covert ops.

I guess it's not that complicated.

WARREN BROWN: Sully and Phil flew

from the other side of the world to get in.

There's a real good energy on set that day.

They literally dropped in, boom shoot, explosion,

it happened so quickly.

And in between takes they were so generous.

-Yeah, baby. -MAN: Good!

It was really great to see them in this arena

because we want to be able to do the show justice.

To get their blessing meant a lot to each one of us.

And I hope they'll come back and do it again.

Hey Scott, let's go to Sao Paulo.

Fuck yeah.

(GRUNTS)

BROWN: The Idrisi fight is so much more

than just a fight, it's the climax of their story

and certainly of Mac's getting to put closure

on what he set out to do from the beginning.

I had my team. You took that from me!

I'm not gonna lie, I'm gonna put that down

in the top three hardest days I've ever had as an actor.

(GRUNTS)

Yeah, it was brutal, it was cold,

it was muddy, it was wet.

Movie rain is not like real rain.

Movie rain is like monsoon rain all the time.

It kind of blows at you.

And the first hour, maybe, is fine.

Then the second hour you're getting a little cold

and then by hour ten,

and you're running through the mud and the shit

and you've gotta go up a hill for the fifteenth time,

that's when this show tests you the most.

BROWN: And I don't know why they can't have rain machines

with hot water. It's 2017 man, come on.

Hey big fella, pick a number between one and ten.

Why?

-(GUNSHOT) -(EXPLOSION)

At the end of the season, Section 20 are...

essentially, on their own.

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

We stopped Idrisi getting the missiles out,

we stopped Jane getting the chemical weapons out,

saved the whole of British Military Intelligence,

so we did all right.

They're driving off into the sunset chased by Russians,

contemplating their next move.

Go ahead! Go ahead!

There's a cleanup going on so people are looking for them

to take them out. So, they just have each other.

You've seen this team that were never really designed

as individuals to work as a team.

And by the time we get to ep ten,

you've got this great, cohesive unit

of operators and friends.

It's got to be the best job in the world.

Novin, you think we can outrun them?

Hold on!

(GUNSHOTS)