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And with approximately 140 tons

of overripened tomatoes,

La Tomatina remains the world's greatest annual food fight.

Throwing it back to you at the studio.

We'll ketchup later.

Ooh. Ouch.

- That was painful. - What?

All right, that wasn't my best tomato pun, but it was vine.

Wasn't it, Francis?

You know, boss, you don't need to give a fake broadcast.

You know we're on a mission, right?

Okay, easy.

You have your process, I have mine. Simple.

Now let's zip it and keep our eyes peeled for Gradov.

Seriously, Coop, the "ketchup" line was strong, yeah?

Noel, as your oldest friend,

I can definitively say that was not punny.

That's why I don't go big game hunting without you CIA boys.

Speaking of, we got a lion in the crosshairs.

Gray hat and jacket, pink shirt, heading southwest,

matching the target's description.

Walk faces and run it.

Okay, pink shirt, pink shirt.

Okay, I got him.

But I can't confirm it's Gradov.

Cho, you got anything?

That's a negative.

No-go for facial recognition.

Wait. I think I'm staring right at him.

20 feet from me, right below you, Coop.

What?

Ah, shit.

Guys, we got two potential Gradovs on site.

Three.

Shit.

He's got decoys in play. Stay on your mark, Jacks.

Talk to me, home base.

Still no facial recall.

It's like they know where our cameras are positioned.

Get me gait analysis.

We'd have to request a patch to Echelon.

Then request the patch!

Director Adams?

We have a request for a real-time patch.

It's a joint MI6-CIA capture of a high-value target.

- How high? - NSA priority.

Russian arms dealer Viktor Gradov.

First sighting in over two years.

Noel, target one is still in the southwest corner.

Coop, I don't like this van.

Field, you're authorized for a 60-second link

to Echelon's servers.

All the time I need to pin the real Gradov.

It's a VW T5, Spanish plates,

registered to a rental company in Madrid.

What are you?

Field team, abort! We've been set up!

Done.

Don't move.

Drop it.

U.S. President Will Derringer,

amidst soaring popularity at home and abroad,

touched down in London yesterday.

Derringer has stopped in the U.K. for a brief visit

before he heads to a NATO summit in Italy...

...president will be attending

a press conference in his first face-to-face meeting

with the increasingly embattled Prime Minister Sam Clarke,

now serving his sixth year in office...

...Derringer smashed

worldwide box office records playing the Venom in Denim

with his Water Cobra franchise.

He then went from bullets flying to tears flowing

with his heartfelt baseball drama

Sliding into Home...

We did it, son.

Made Mom proud.

...earning him a Golden Globe nomination...

After only five months in office,

Derringer is enjoying historic polling numbers

and voter confidence.

With your help, we did it at the box office,

and now we will do it at the Oval Office.

No.

Good morning, Mr. Prime Minister.

Here's your brief for Thursday the 29th.

The economic minister will announce record low unemployment.

The refugee crisis in Poland continues to intensify,

with numbers growing into the tens of thousands.

Your early-morning meetings have been cleared

for an urgent briefing on a classified intelligence op

in Spain that ended in tragedy.

Seven CIA and MI6 operatives have been killed.

Sam, I regret to say that team leader Noel Bisset is missing

and presumed dead.

I'm so sorry.

Families of the fallen are being notified...

You okay, boss?

And while the royals play host to the American president and his family,

record crowds are gathered, hoping for a glimpse of Will Derringer,

proving he's as loved abroad as he is at home.

I just don't understand what tornado has to do with anything.

Not tornados.

NATO, okay?

It's like, um, a-a group of friends.

Let's say, in this case, countries.

They-they get together, and they make a pinky promise

if they ever see a bully, let's say this guy,

and the bully attacks one of them,

they all got to join in and stand up to that bully.

And that's when they start dropping warheads on foreheads.

Hey, what?

Who let her watch Water Cobra?

- I saw it at Janey's house. - Oh, you did?

Hmm. Okay, well, Janey's mom is now

- under federal investigation. - Sir.

Scoot.

What time's the lecture at Cambridge?

Not till 4:00.

Meet you at Trieste in the morning?

- Yeah. - Enjoy this.

And use it as a bonding opportunity with the prime minister.

Please.

Don't tell me you're still mad about the fish and chips thing.

He endorsed my opponent in the heat of the campaign.

He had lunch with the guy. It's hardly an endorsement.

Wasn't just lunch. It was fish and chips.

Look, you got off on the wrong foot.

- Sam's not a bad guy. - It's not about bad or good.

He doesn't respect me.

This is where you're supposed to say, "Yes, he does."

- He respects you. - Way too late.

Is a man who got 83 million votes from the American people

not feeling properly respected?

See you tomorrow.

Did you look over your speech?

Yeah. It's solid.

I'll hit it with some fireworks.

It'll crackle.

It's gonna be a good morning.

Won't be that simple.

Tell me.

Sideways op, Spain.

- Who was the target? - Viktor Gradov.

Russian-born arms dealer turned extremist.

Right. Black market weapons developer

who got his hands on enriched plutonium a few years back.

Yeah, that's when we took him out of business.

Destroyed his manufacturing plant with the help of a NATO task force.

We launched an air strike, destroyed his whole facility.

After that, Gradov went off the grid.

Spain was our first chance

to move on Gradov in two years.

Where is he now?

In the wind.

NSA is scraping border entries and airport screenings for noise.

Intelligence and Research didn't have the chance

- to do their usual analysis. - Bloody hell.

How many times I've got to say it?

We do not leapfrog intel.

About Noel, if you want to talk...

I don't.

We should warn Clarke's team about Jack Gordon.

Jack always goes for the jugular,

and he will fry us over this Spain thing.

Did you tell the president's comms director

that he must stick to the script?

- Yes. - Good.

Hopefully he doesn't start writing checks that we can't cash.

He still hasn't figured out the difference between

a press conference and a press junket.

Oh.

- Mr. Prime Minister. - Mr. President.

Yeah. We finally meet.

You know, it was a shame that you missed the inauguration.

It was a hell of a show.

- Sure it was. - Yeah.

Well...

Shall we?

Uh, wait, wait.

We should savor this moment.

I mean, this is... it's our debut duet.

- Duet? - Yeah.

It's like I'm Dr. Dre and you're Eminem,

and we're taking that stage for the first time together.

I'm Eminem?

Listen, um, about this terrible situation

- in Spain. - Mm-hmm?

If it comes up out there, I'd just steer clear of it.

- Let's just punt it. - Punt it?

- Yeah. - To where?

Well, to later.

Today's about NATO, clean energy, light and bright stuff.

Light and bright. Okay.

You want to warm up together?

Do some breathing exercises?

I'm already breathing.

- Roger that. Well... - Yeah.

Let's dance, I guess.

Hey, uh, just do us both a favor out there.

No questions from Jack Gordon.

My guy.

And as of today,

thanks to this revolutionary new technology

developed by both of our great nations,

we are now partners in energy.

The pebble-bed reactor is not just an investment in clean energy.

It's also an investment in security.

Energy security is national security.

It is also an investment in job creation.

A whole lot of jobs.

And we no longer have to deal with the Russians,

the Saudis or the Venezuelans on oil.

But we are keen to present this global initiative

to our NATO partners in the coming days.

Okay. Questions?

President Derringer!

Uh, it's just been announced that Water Cobra

is being expanded into a cinematic universe.

Any chance you'll be making a cameo?

Oh, folks.

I promised the first lady

if I ever dressed up as the Venom in Denim again,

it'd either be in the Oval boudoir

or for the White House Correspondents' Dinner,

and you're only invited to the last one.

Prime Minister Clarke.

- Yes? - The Daily Mail have photos

of the duchess and a new beau.

Any comments about your ex-girlfriend's latest escapades?

Okay. Who has a real question?

Hey, hold on a minute.

Now, who else is tired of seeing the prime minister as a single man?

I'll tell you what.

How about we get him his own season of The Bachelor?

Who's with me?

Yeah! Let's do it!

Jack Gordon.

There are six dead British and Americans in Spain this morning.

Can you comment on speculation this is the result

of a failed covert operation to capture known arms dealer Viktor Gradov?

Covert operations are covert for a reason.

That's all I'm gonna say on that.

That and Gradov's gonna wish we caught him yesterday.

Because when we do get our hands on him,

he is going to be forming a special relationship

with the concept of retribution.

We should also be using this as a collective moment of introspection,

find out what went wrong and learn from it.

Leaks indicate that Echelon was accessed during the op.

Are you ready to acknowledge the existence of a top secret surveillance program

which monitors all of our emails, video conferences, phone calls...

Tom.

There's only so many times I can say "no comment" to that.

I'll comment.

Our enemies should be afraid.

We have the tools and we have the technology

to find and destroy them if they challenge us.

We aren't making any promises except that

we will work tirelessly to get results.

Well, we are.

The United States of America is promising results.

President Derringer,

do you have a message for the families of the men and women killed in Spain?

I've spent a lot of time with Special Forces.

Trained with them, learned from them.

And what I have to say is we must do better.

We will do better.

When you say, um, "trained with them,"

that was for an acting role, yes?

Yes, but, uh...

I mean, y-you've never served.

As someone who did serve in the British Army,

as most of you know,

if I did have something to say to the families,

I would say it to them directly.

I do not salute heroes through you, Jack.

To be clear, you never saw combat.

But with all due respect, gentlemen, you're politicians.

You don't equate yourselves with actual heroes, do you?

Well, that was a shit-bath.

Socials are lighting up.

Hashtag "commanders in beef" is trending.

Goddamn it!

You knew Jack Gordon was trouble.

I warned you.

My town. I'll call on whomever I want.

Let's take five.

You know, I'm not afraid of the press.

Not all of us have a compulsive need to be liked by everyone.

With all due respect...

I know you like to fight his battles for him, Simone.

Your presidency is in diapers.

You're on a learning curve.

- I've been on this slog for six years. - You?

I fight my own battles. You, you want to talk numbers?

Your approval ratings, that's a great place to start.

Unlike you, I'll take results over likes on Instagram.

You-you clearly don't care about what people think.

You called for a collective moment of introspection?

Let's just say I'm more concerned with how people pay their mortgages

and send their kids to university.

Oh, for sure, 'cause God knows there's nothing the public loves more

than politicians giving them homework.

Is this about the fish and chips thing?

'Cause if it is, just say it.

I am not mad about the goddamn fish and chips thing.

Enough. Neither of you were at your best today.

Agreed.

We need to give this a short shelf life.

He's right. Change the narrative.

Turn this into an opportunity.

To show that you guys are united.

I've got it.

You fly to Trieste together on Air Force One.

I don't know if we have enough room.

No, I'm good, thank you very much.

And besides, I have to be in Warsaw tonight.

Hear me out, all right?

You both do 35 seconds on the airstairs here in London,

waving and smiling, pit stop in Warsaw.

You'll be in Trieste by breakfast.

By that time, pictures of you on those airstairs,

a vision of solidarity,

will be on the front page of eight out of ten newspapers

all around the world.

Quincy.

Bradshaw.

I am the President of the United States.

I don't share the stage with anyone.

Hitch a ride? Is that your solution?

It's a guaranteed three-point bump in the polls.

Look, we are in the early days.

You've got to show you can make friends.

Right now we need him more than he needs us.

Sam, take the win.

Take the flight.

Will you be there?

I'll go with the advance team.

Quincy and I will foam the runway with the press in Trieste.

Mr. Prime Minister.

Would you do me the honor and fly with me aboard Air Force One?

I'll be honest.

It kept me up all night.

How is it that I hire the best sniper money can buy

and he misses the one shot meant to protect

the most important man in my entire operation?

Yeah, thanks, but we're all just doing our part.

Pieces of a puzzle, patches on a quilt...

I assumed it was faulty equipment.

But now I know it was human error.

Like you say...

"Everything that happens happens for the best."

Yes.

Come.

Sit down.

My mother was very fond of that phrase.

Yes.

She was a gadalka.

A fortune teller.

She read tea leaves.

She could see the future.

She saw mine and said that one day

I would be served a great injustice,

and it would be my mission in life to punish those responsible.

And nothing or no one would get in my way.

It's been over a decade since a U.S. president

has hosted a British prime minister on Air Force One,

making this trip one for the history books.

Check her out.

Fresh off the assembly line.

30-foot wider wingspan than the previous model.

Can break Mach 1, oh, and corners like an F-15.

Surprised you didn't paint flames on the side of it.

Ah, you're just jealous 'cause your plane sucks and doesn't have a cool name.

Fellas.

We love Will! We love Will!

Mr. Prime Minister.

I heard you like rye.

This one comes from my hometown in Kentucky.

Mmm.

Now, that is American exceptionalism in action.

Thank you.

Enjoy, sir.

There he is. Come on.

Say hello to Prime Minister Clarke. Hey.

Be nice to him, Sawyer. He's besties with Harry Styles.

Well, I don't know about that, but next time he's in Washington,

I'll see if I can get you some good seats.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Prime Minister.

Now, honestly, just-just call me Sam.

I'm so sorry we missed each other.

You two take care of yourselves, and go easy on him, Sam.

We're still learning the ropes.

I'll try and keep him out of trouble.

Okay, hey.

Love you guys. Talk to you tomorrow.

You're good at that.

Good at what?

Being normal. Ish.

Uh, thank you?

You should show people that side of you more often.

Start by ditching the bachelor status.

World leader who's unmarried?

Freaks people out, leaves too much to the imagination.

What are they imagining?

I don't know, Eyes Wide Shut parties

or by night you're some masked vigilante into some weird, unsettling shit.

Look, people want clarity.

Marriage gives them clarity. It softens the image.

I'm confused. Are you giving me advice

or are you pitching me on one of your shit rom-coms?

All right, I get it. You don't like my movies.

I've never seen your movies.

Because Sam Clarke is the man who does not like to be entertained.

No, it's 'cause I like actual cinema.

Come on.

You don't think I wanted to work with Wes Anderson

or Bong Joon Ho? Of course I do.

I'm classically trained.

Did you know I once did a play with Edward Norton?

Mm.

But the universe keeps telling me I look cool with a gun in my hand.

A toy gun.

What is it with you?

Walking around, thinking you're better than everybody else.

First, thought it was a British thing.

Then I realized it's a you thing.

- I know Paul McCartney, okay? - Wow.

He's put a whole lot more wins on the board than you,

and he is cool as shit!

- Want me to take it up? - I got it. Thanks.

And you know what?

I'm not gonna apologize for wanting to be liked or loved.

We're blessed with two of the most extraordinary jobs

ever created, and part of that job is to instill hope.

It's to make people feel good.

Yeah, well, based on my experience, okay,

hope is just delayed disappointment.

Doesn't put food on the table.

Doesn't put a roof over anyone's head.

And if you want to focus on making people "feel good,"

then you're never gonna understand how to help them.

You are the commander in chief. You're not some DJ in Vegas.

I don't need to be refreshed on my job title.

Let's be clear about that.

Don't tell the captain I snuck you his stash.

Thanks.

Move to intercept.

Just know, once this honeymoon period is over,

there is only disappointment in your future,

because this job, my job, is about suffering.

Yeah, Nostradamus?

When that day comes, maybe then you and I can sit down

and talk about it over some fish and chips.

I knew the truth would come out.

There it is.

Oh, great. You did it, Agatha Christie.

You cracked the case.

Let's give Scooby Snacks to everybody.

Will, let it go.

You took my opponent for fish and chips in broad daylight

in the middle of "Liester" Square,

and you knew photographers would be there!

First of all, it's pronounced Leicester Square.

And, no, bollocks, he's an old friend.

I took him for lunch.

You knew there were political implications.

Not all of us have some posh Cambridge Mafia in Parliament

helping us get elected!

I busted my ass to get to where I am.

I was born in a housing estate

and was never given anything on a silver platter.

I worked three jobs to pay for Cambridge,

and then to the Army, and then to community organizing,

and then Defence Attaché, and worked my way up through Parliament.

Now, not all of us got our political start

because some commercial agent decided they like

- our G.I. Joe jawline! - Watch it!

No, no, no! You went from modeling your underwear to being on the red carpet

to having your finger on the nuclear button,

all without doing a single day of public service!

So, yes, mate, when I see you play the role of president,

it makes me sick to my stomach, because you know your lines--

oh, yes, you do-- but you're not believable in the part.

And if I could've endorsed your opponent, yes, I would've,

because at least there'd be a real leader in the White House

and not some embarrassing, bullshit, popcorn president!

- What's that? - You heard what I said!

No, what's that?

Sirs, secure yourselves in the office.

- Fasten your seatbelts. Sir. - Yeah?

Take your seat, please.

- What's happening? - Unidentified aircraft,

you're in restricted airspace.

Pull away immediately or you will be fired upon.

All radios are out.

Comms are fried across the board.

Dear God.

- Ready the weapons. - Yes, sir.

Oh, shit.

Uh, gentlemen.

Multiple inbound bogies!

Open fire!

Mr. President! Sir!

What the hell's going on?

Shit. We got to get to the back of the plane! Go!

Go! Go!

Stop shooting the drones! Shoot the goddamn plane!

Hold on!

Initiating emergency descent to 10,000 for cabin pressure stabilization.

Let's go!

There are parachutes in the back!

Here comes another wave.

We lost engine two.

Gonna lean into it.

Come on, we got to jump!

That way! Through the door!

Come on, sir! Move!

We're leveling out.

They're finished.

Let's go home.

Let's go!

Come on! Let's move! Quick!

These two should be intact.

Shit!

We're going down in Belarusian airspace.

You'll need to get to our safe house in Poland.

Rip it hard once you're out.

The chute'll do the rest.

We can double up.

Not a chance. Too risky.

What about all these people?

We all have our jobs to do.

Yours is to survive.

Get to Golden Mountain Mining Company

under the Gdanski Bridge in Warsaw.

Let me hear it, sirs.

Golden Mountain Mining Company.

Gdanski Bridge!

It's been an honor, Mr. President.

Oh, shit.

We have just received devastating footage

of Air Force One going down over Western Belarus.

President William Derringer and Prime Minister Samuel Clarke...

are presumed dead.

We're awaiting word from the Pentagon

on the potential cause or suspects.

No groups are claiming responsibility for this tragic loss.

An emergency session of Parliament is convening

to discuss succession strategy,

while moments ago V.P. Elizabeth Kirk was sworn in

as acting president in Trieste, Italy.

...where gathering NATO leaders are offering their condolences

and unyielding solidarity.

What was meant to be a celebration of the North Atlantic Alliance

is now a time of unprecedented shock and mourning.

Oh, geez.

You okay?

Yeah. You?

How the hell'd they get on my plane?

With the help of someone on the inside, that's for sure.

The Polish border is about 15 miles that way.

On foot, we can be at that safe house by morning.

No. The cavalry's coming.

Cavalry's not coming, mate.

Belarus will want to control the crash site.

Won't be letting any planes into their airspace,

and there's no way our guys are sneaking across enemy lines

to retrieve corpses.

They have to assume there are no survivors.

Shit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

Calling my wife. I'm letting her know I'm alive.

No. No, no, no, no.

No. No phones.

All right? Do as I do.

We just survived the worst security breach in history,

so you have to assume whoever wants you dead

is listening to communications, okay?

I'm calling my family to let them know I'm okay.

And we should let the world know we're okay.

News flash: We're not okay.

All right? If we fall into the wrong hands,

best-case scenario: they use us as a political football.

Worst-case scenario is...

they make an example of us.

Now put that down!

You know what happened to the last guy who threw a shoe at a sitting president?

You're not sitting. You're hanging.

All right?

You know what? Piss off.

You want me to piss off?

- Yeah. - Okay, I'll piss off.

I'll piss off all the way to Warsaw.

Enjoy living the rest of your life as a bird sanctuary.

All right, don't piss off.

Would you just help me down for Chrissakes, please?

There you go. Look at that.

An American action hero asking me for help.

Even in his most noble moments, he was still petty and mean-spirited.

I'm gonna drop you on three.

Three!

You all right back there, Derringer?

I'm fine.

Hearing a lot of panting and snuffling.

I don't snuffle, okay?

Besides, don't concern yourself with how another man breathes.

Boundaries, guy.

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

Endurance is tough for guys like you.

Guys like me?

Guys like you. You know, gym strong.

- Gym strong? - Gym strong.

As opposed to?

- Strong strong. - Want to see gym strong?

I'll rip a tree out of the ground and beat you to death with it, huh?

- Go on, then. - What?

Rip that tree out and beat me to death with it.

That's what I thought.

Silly thing to say, really.

Picked the biggest tree.

Dear God.

Think he's had the day off.

Who the hell did this?

We got a lot of enemies.

Right now we got to get home alive. That's our job.

No, our real job is to find out who did this and make them pay.

Look, I want to get them just as much as you do,

but these things don't happen overnight.

We got to pick our moment.

Took us ten years and two wars before we got bin Laden.

I'm not waiting ten years.

One thing for certain, whoever did this got some big balls.

There's no reason to think this wasn't just phase one.

Tell the Pentagon to move DEFCON status up,

and inform Russia, China and Iran this is not a moment to get adventurous.

Don't challenge us and don't think we're distracted.

- Yes? - Echelon is standing by

- for system security update. - Please.

This is Kirk.

This is Echelon Director Adams.

Please confirm voiceprint and retinal scan.

Alpha, Echo, Bravo, Alpha, Charlie,

Zulu, Tango.

Voiceprint confirmed.

Biometrics confirmed.

Commence continuity of government protocol.

Sir.

What's happening?

They're rebooting the system.

In three, two, one.

Almost there.

Someone's inside the system.

Uh, wh-what's happening?

We are now in control of Echelon.

Now we're talking.

There's our ride to Warsaw.

We can't just walk down and ask them for a lift.

I'd agree with you, but you're wrong.

We can.

We're two of the most recognizable men on the planet.

Ha. You're not even one of the most recognizable British people.

You get my point.

The point is we need help, we ask them for help.

What part of "keep our heads down" don't you understand?

- You got a better idea? - Yeah, I do.

I say we move fast, creep along that tree line

and hot-wire that car over there.

Since when do you know how to hot-wire?

I don't, but you do.

You got busted at 16 for stealing your neighbor's Camaro.

Where'd you hear about that?

I vetted you.

You vetted me?

I'm the President of the United States.

You don't vet me. I vet you.

Well, did you vet me?

- Not the point. - Yeah.

Come on. Come on.

Yeah, there he is.

Boys.

Oh, no.

We have incoming.

I'm going to talk to them.

- They'll give us a ride. - No, no, no.

You're gonna start this car, and we're gonna get out of here.

Trust me. I poll really well with young men who drink beer.

I speak their language.

Except you literally don't speak their language.

Cinema is the international language.

- Watch the magic. - Will. Hey.

Hey, fellas, how's it going?

We got a little turned around. We could use some help.

It's me, Will Derringer.

You know, Water Cobra.

Huh, still nothing?

Nice watch.

- Huh? - I think you should give him the watch.

Let me try it on.

This is a gift from Keanu when we wrapped Carnage 2.

Yeah, well, I hope Keanu gifted you some kung fu lessons,

'cause we're about to get our asses kicked.

Man, read the room.

See?

That's enough!

On your right!

Oh, sorry.

Don't.

Stop!

I said, stop!

What have you done?

You are dead men.

Hey!

Ah, God.

You okay?

Get your asses home!

You half-witted cretins!

Yankees?

No, no, no. Canadians.

Why'd you say Canadians? Everybody loves Americans.

Americans love Americans. Today we're Canadians.

Trust me.

Where you go?

Across the border to Warsaw.

Papers?

No papers.

Okay.

I take you.

I have great ride.

Eh, it'll be great for our memoirs.

"Chapter 14.

It was exactly like when Churchill met FDR for the first time,

just with an added splash of sheep shit."

Could be worse.

We're experiencing the kindness of a stranger.

We're en route to safety.

Shortly after we get there, we'll make our enemies feel

the ripple of our wrath.

Is-is that the...

Battle cry of the central character

in one of the most seminal action franchises

in the last decade? Hell yeah.

What?

What do you Brits know about slogans anyway?

"Keep calm and carry on."

You know, that-that's actually like saying,

"Do nothing and continue to do nothing," right?

Yeah, we don't all fetishize taglines to the same degree.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Well, here's what I don't get, okay?

If life is such a Möbius strip of failure and futility,

why would you want to lead an entire nation?

I just like sitting in musty old rooms,

arguing with boring old men about tax code.

- Okay? - That's a good one.

Seriously.

Why would you want to run for highest office in the land?

Yeah, fine. Me first.

Did you know I didn't travel outside the U.S.

until I was 28 years old?

First Water Cobra press tour.

And it was there I realized, man, there are awesome people everywhere.

But the world is so damn fractured.

So I figured if I could use my celebrity, even just for a little bit,

to bring people together, wouldn't that be a good thing?

Okay. What's your excuse?

Certainly not about believing you'd deliver people to better days.

I believe in better days.

In fact, this day has got me believing in better days

more than any other day, because any day would be better

than being stuck in the muck with you and a bunch of...

You having a rough one, huh?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Take it up with your security detail.

Or my security detail.

Or anybody on that flight.

Down, down, down, down, down.

Passports and documents for the livestock.

Kill the engine and get out.

Maybe we could make a deal?

What?

Think I'm ready to write those memoirs now.

Thank you.

Take this.

It was my pleasure...

Mr. President.

Good luck to both of you.

Sir, Echelon intercepted security footage

from a CIA safe house in Warsaw that just buzzed in two guests.

With all due respect,

we got what we needed when we took down Air Force One.

Quiet your mouth.

And we kept our footprint tight,

so who cares if they live?

They die because I say they die.

They're alive. Warsaw.

Warsaw! Let's go!

You're alive.

Oh.

Okay. Hey.

- Are you crying because of me? - Hell yeah, I am, man.

I mean, sir.

I'm sorry. Marty Comer.

Oh, well.

Station agent.

A huge fan.

Patriot.

Sam Clarke, British prime minister.

- Can we come in? - Yeah.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Like, now?

- Yeah, now. - Thank you.

Right this way.

Okay, so I know this sounds, uh, bonkers, but...

What's the playbook on this?

For this?

Th-There is no damn playbook.

I mean-- And we got lots of playbooks.

Ones that account for pole shifts,

computers becoming self-aware, space monkey attacks,

all kinds of hectic shit.

But, uh, none that contemplate you two sauntering in here

after dying in front of the entire planet's eyes.

So no playbook?

Let's make one.

They say never meet your heroes, but to them I say:

You've never met President William Matthew Derringer.

Your initials are WMD?

Yeah. Pretty bitchin', right?

Follow me, gentlemen.

Your timing's great, by the way.

The ambassador just recalled all in-country personnel to the embassy.

It's a real nut punch in a Ziploc bag out there.

And it ain't exactly a coincidence, if you ask me.

W-Wait, what's not?

Well, first you two go down,

and then someone rolls a political grenade into that NATO conference.

You guys didn't hear?

No, we've had a pretty busy day.

Well, apparently,

Echelon servers were infiltrated.

Two hours ago,

a tranche of classified documents were leaked,

exposing decades of covert activity amongst NATO members:

industrial espionage, economic sabotage and the influencing of foreign elections.

And the real pisser?

These weren't acts committed against enemy nations but against each other.

These were friends against friends.

I'm talking some real Monica and Rachel season two shit.

I mean, tomorrow's summit's gonna be a monkey knife fight

in a telephone booth.

Germany just found out France embedded journalists

to influence their last election.

The Czech Republic wants Italy kicked out of the building

for trying to tank their economy.

All while we're locked out of the most powerful surveillance tool on this planet.

How many files are we talking about?

20,000 and counting.

It's the most damaging leak of state secrets in history.

Someone is using Echelon to tear at the very fabric of NATO.

Sounds like NATO has been tearing at the fabric of itself.

Bet you're dying to say "I told you so."

Excuse me?

You ran your primaries on "America first."

Simone, I am allowing you to be in this room out of respect for Will.

Allowing me?

But please don't ever insinuate that I'm not all in on this alliance.

If NATO falls, there's no more backstop against despots and dictators.

They run unchecked.

It could set off a series of events that-that would

destabilize Europe and the rest of the world.

We are talking about the potential for increased conflict, chaos

and the very real threat of war on a global scale.

We put our heads above water.

Call the embassy. Let them know you have us.

No, we have to assume all high command posts are compromised.

Bullshit.

We are in a secure U.S. facility.

You guys want a hit of these Pringles?

Last time I was in one of those, we got shot out of the sky at 40,000 feet.

Hmm?

Make the call.

- Mm-hmm. - Don't make the call.

Make the call.

- Hmm. - Don't make the call.

- I can't make the call. - I'm the commander in chief!

- Make the goddamn call. - The line's dead.

Is that normal?

No.

Somebody really wants us dead.

We're safe, we're in a safe house, right?

We got this.

That feel safe enough for you?

Shit.

Not in the movies now, son.

Okay, listen up.

I'm gonna get you guys out of here, but just in case things do go south,

best to beat a retreat through the secondary exit.

That's a left out of here, down the hall, make a left.

That's the bunk room.

Another right, you should see a poster on the wall.

You punch through that poster, you should be good to go.

Feed me, boys.

All of you in here! Now!

That boy's a nutter.

Maybe, but he's America's nutter.

Let's move.

Get out of here.

Go!

Come on!

No, no, this way. He said right!

Damn it!

No, no, Rambo! Come on!

Oh, found the poster.

Punch it.

Oh, goddamn it.

- What's the problem? - I can't.

You having a laugh?!

Come on!

Forgive me.

I think I killed that guy.

Only thing you killed is the wall.

I have to say, though,

you do look good with a gun in your hand.

- You should go. - No, you go.

Drop your guns!

We have them.

Coming down.

Noel?

Sam?

- I thought you were dead. - I thought you were dead.

How are you not dead?

You two know each other?

- We... - We worked together. Back in the day.

How'd you find us?

All right, I'll tell you!

Hey! Hey!

Long story.

Hey, where's your backup?

There is no backup.

I've been trailing Gradov since Spain.

- Victor Gradov is behind this? - The gun guy? - Mm-hmm.

So you're saying this is all payback

because we stopped him building nukes?

That way. Gradov wasn't building a nuke.

But he was a weapons developer.

He was, but his son wasn't.

Yeah, what's his son got to do with it?

His son was a scientist.

He was brilliant and made incredible breakthroughs.

He was on the brink of onlining

the first ever nuclear reactor incapable of melting down.

The pebble-bed technology.

Our pebble-bed technology?

The same technology I just told the world that we developed?

You're telling me Gradov's son invented it?

He was close.

He still needed the enriched plutonium,

which his father procured from the black market.

Echelon picked up on that transaction.

Of course we assumed it was to build a weapon.

So we did what one does when faced with a nuclear threat.

You dropped warheads on foreheads?

We did.

Gradov's son was amongst the dead.

The operation was sanctioned by NATO.

We couldn't risk the chance that he was building a nuke.

Millions of lives were at stake.

It was only in the aftermath we realized what was actually being developed.

So with the help of Echelon,

we procured the schematics for the pebble-bed tech.

Get back.

So we took his son's life and then his legacy, huh?

Which we were about to take a big victory lap for in Trieste.

Correct me if I'm doing the math wrong,

- but we're the assholes here. - Okay, look.

Gradov's son didn't die because of us.

He died because he's the son of the devil.

Let's keep it moving.

Gradov couldn't have done all this

without top-level security clearance.

Okay, so then the question is: Who was Gradov working with on the inside?

Got to start with the guy who put us both in that plane.

What?

You weren't supposed to fly with me.

Somebody put that idea in your head, insisted on it.

Quincy.

A safe house was hit in Warsaw.

What are you thinking?

Could be Will and Sam?

There must have been something in there worth going after.

We have to consider the possibility...

Did you not see what we all saw?

They went down with Air Force One.

I'm not giving up hope. Not yet.

None of us should be.

We need to focus all our energies on this Echelon leak.

The rhetoric is heating up.

But if there's even a chance that Will and Sam are still alive...

We put CIA on the safe house in Warsaw.

And right here in this building,

the focus is on stopping the bleeding with NATO.

I want an audience with Italy, Germany and France as soon as possible.

It's time these guys stopped clutching their pearls

and get on with the business of leading.

It's my son. Excuse me.

Hi, sweetheart.

Simone, I appreciate how much Will meant to you.

I know he was like a brother, but he's gone.

They're both gone.

You need to start wrapping your head around that.

- There's no way it's Quincy. - How can you be sure?

He's been my chief of staff for six years.

I known him since university.

The way normal people know him or the way you know people?

Ah, don't start that shit again.

Does he like bangers and mash or fish and chips?

Ah, I see what you did there.

Sneaking the fish and chips back into the conversation.

You must be exhausted trying to figure that out.

Stop chipping away at each other.

We need to be on the same page.

Did she just hit us with a pun?

She loves a pun.

I tried to tell her puns are for simple people.

- I love puns. - My point exactly.

Guys!

Over here.

Come on.

Look, right now the key is getting to Trieste.

Trieste? How far away is the U.S. embassy from here?

They can help us.

We're not going to the embassy.

Wait, why won't anyone let me go to my embassy?

What does everybody suddenly have against embassies?

We have to presume

that all high command posts are compromised.

Say that again, I'm gonna scream.

Not just a conventional scream, a guttural wail.

Let's go.

Listen, I'm the commander in chief.

Okay, respectfully, sir, no, you're not.

The vice president was sworn in a few hours ago.

And he has never been commander in chief of anything.

The king is.

In fact, he's the only head of state that's not an actual head of state.

Again, king.

You're just two guys that are shit out of luck.

So let's go.

Come on.

You are now my package.

My mission.

And my mission is to deliver you alive

to the most secure location on this continent,

and that is the NATO summit in Trieste.

And my best shot at keeping this mission on track

is that train.

Pun, this time, not intended!

You seem very "locomotivated"!

Trying to make sure this thing doesn't go off the rails!

Ha!

Well, that confirms it!

I died in that plane crash, and this is hell!

Come on!

- You good? - Thank you.

About your team in Spain.

We've all lost a lot.

Look, I-I owe you a...

Please don't say an apology.

An explanation for disappearing after Tripoli.

What happened in Tripoli?

None of your business. Go back to sleep.

Okay, first of all, you didn't disappear in Tripoli.

You appeared everywhere.

You were on TV, newspapers, social media...

I was running for office.

You were running away.

Was it love?

Were you running away from love?

Can you stay in your lane?

And you could have come with me.

On the campaign trail?

Like, go on breakfast TV

and share my mom's lasagna recipe with the world?

We would have been together.

No, Sam.

We couldn't have been together.

I'm gonna go get something to eat.

Can I get you anything, Mr. President?

I'll have whatever you're having.

You got it.

I'm just gonna go out on a limb here.

You two did a little more than work together back in the day, huh?

I mean, she seems nice.

A lot better than that best friend chief of staff of yours

that's a sleeper spy insurgent.

We're not having this conversation.

Listen, man, she's a little emotionally distant.

Great sense of humor, though.

Hey.

Why'd you guys split up?

And he's back. Back to questions.

Come on. What happened in Tripoli?

- Don't. - Come on.

- What happened in Tripoli, Sam? - Stop saying "Tripoli"!

Fine, what happened in the capital city of Libya?

It's where I told her that I wanted to run for office.

Are you happy now?

And why'd you want to run for office?

Oh, God, are you still going?

Why'd you want to run for office, Sam?

Because, because I wanted to build a better world

for her and I to grow old in together!

That's...

...the most romantic goddamn thing I've ever heard.

Yeah, well, she didn't...

she didn't see it that way.

- Shit! - Whoa, whoa. We can talk this out.

I know you're both enamored with the sound of your own voice,

but there's no more talking.

What the hell?!

Oh, shit.

Didn't see that coming.

Already short on time as it is.

Drop it.

Whoa, hey.

- Don't shoot him. - We need to hear him out.

You want to hear him out? Let's do it on the move.

Come on.

All I wanted to do was live my days out in peace,

but Gradov found me, put his claws into me,

made me do things I never wanted to do.

But what's happening now,

what we've set into motion now, it's a bridge too far.

I know you've figured out there's an insider

working at the highest levels of government.

And, no, I...

I don't know...

I don't know who the insider is.

I never saw them face-to-face.

But they helped Gradov get into Echelon,

and they helped him take down Air Force One.

Then how do we find out who this insider is?

Through Gradov's secure communications.

Communications I designed.

But you'll have to get off this train right now.

While it's moving?

Gradov's got the eyes of God at his disposal.

They'll have a team waiting at the next station to kill you.

- Great. - Great.

Look, there's a building in Croatia

I operated out of before I ever knew the name Gradov.

Get to 12 Lavaska Street in Zadar.

There's a secure terminal there on the fifth floor.

Give me your hand.

This prompt will run a program I designed

to trace communications he had with anyone

carrying compartmented security clearance.

Run the program, you'll find the insider.

You have to end this.

Gradov is insatiable.

He'll never stop.

Feels nice to do something good for a change.

Shit. Okay.

Okay.

You know what? We got this, okay?

Hell, I barrel-rolled off a freight train in Death Jumpers.

No, you didn't. Your stuntman did.

Now? Now you want to bust me on a technicality?

Sir, respectfully, no one is barrel-rolling off of this train.

I think it's time to raise your heads.

- We have to call someone. - No, no, no.

We have to assume that all high command posts are compromised.

Yes, and if we resurface now, the cover-up begins,

we never find out who's behind this, and they get to fight another day.

So you'd rather jump off a train that's going 40 miles an hour?

We've been taking this on the chin for way too long,

and I'm done with being on the defensive!

Oh! Come on!

All right, hey!

Just tuck your chin to your chest!

Sure that's gonna make a difference?

Trust me!

I think he's okay.

Damn you.

Man up, Derringer.

You're the President of the United States.

Stars and stripes forever!

At the CIA, we had a saying:

"The strength of the organization is the individual.

The strength of the individual is the organization."

The collective that sits in this room is the living embodiment of that.

And someone out there is manipulating us.

Trying to tear us apart.

So let's send whoever's behind this a message.

Swing in the other direction.

Double down on NATO.

Let it be known that if you try and break this bond,

it will only make us stronger.

Those are lovely sentiments.

But what you're asking for is predicated on trust.

And I don't trust anyone in this room.

- Chancellor... - It's fine.

Let him walk.

He's in a campaign season. He's scared.

You know what I'm going to campaign on in the next cycle?

Withdrawing from this alliance.

It's okay.

We can hold this together.

The U.S. will cover the cost of their contribution.

That's what we all need, isn't it?

I think so.

More American arrogance shoved down our throats.

There will be a vote held in the morning

with 25 countries already on board to disband NATO,

including Italy.

I'll see you there, Madam President.

Man, the chin thing kind of worked, huh?

All right, enough with the bloody chin thing.

You don't have a bloody chin thanks to my killer pro tip.

Way to go, bro. You made her mad.

Thanks.

Geez, Hammond didn't have an incredibly sexy taste in hideouts, huh?

Well, some people like to hide out in old derelict buildings,

and others like to suck on sheep nipples.

- Who sucks on sheep nipples? - Nobody sucks on sheep nipples!

Okay. God. Geez.

- What floor? - Fifth.

All right.

Come on, Gym Strong.

There's nothing here.

Hammond, that lying son of a bitch.

Led us to a dead end.

Unless...

...he didn't.

Well, nice.

Okay.

Do you hear that?

That does not look like the cavalry!

Lock yourselves in the safe room.

- I'm gonna go handle this. - No, no, no.

You're the only one that can get the intel off the server.

- I'll hold them off. - Sam...

What, do you think I've lost a step?

I know you've lost a step.

I just don't want you dying on my watch.

Just go.

We got this.

You're coming with me. I need your hand.

I've been shot!

You okay?

Yep!

Hand.

Okay.

Oh, shit.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he's holding them off, but we need to go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, we're in.

Abort!

Fall back!

- I got the insider. - Yeah, it's Quincy.

It's Bradshaw.

Bullshit.

- Tell me where it says that. - There are dozens

of communications between her and Gradov going back almost 18 months.

Her digital fingerprints are all over this.

- I'm sorry. - You don't need to be sorry.

I'm gonna grind up her world when I get my hands on...

It's stuck.

- You okay?! - Yes!

Okay!

Sam.

We need to get out of this box.

I need you over here! Now!

- You see that roof? - Yeah.

Get as low as you can, okay?

Get ready.

Drop!

It's handled.

She paid you extra to clean up loose ends, didn't she?

And now I'm the loose end.

I'm sorry.

I know how much he meant to you.

We had this...

perfectly imperfect thing...

...that didn't fade with time or distance.

Knowing that someone loves everything about the way you are.

Well, except the puns.

Sam hated those puns.

Yeah.

You know, for a second there,

I thought that the universe did all this shit,

all this horrible shit,

just to bring us back together.

And I was happy.

Pretty demented, huh?

I just found out my best friend tried to kill me

and wants to rip the heart out of Western democracy,

so everything's being graded on a curve today.

Yeah.

...with a vote on the future of NATO

set 30 minutes from now and with world leaders

openly expressing their outrage and anger at their allies and friends,

-it seems imminent that after 75 years,

NATO is on the verge of collapse.

Yes?

Madam President.

Thanks for keeping my seat warm.

Will? How did you...

- I'm coming in. - Tell me what you need.

I'm at the Port of Trieste.

Send the Beast.

Oh, and, Kirk, Bradshaw's behind this,

- so box her out. - O-Okay.

Um, I-I'll hold off the NATO vote as long as I can,

and-and just get here safe.

Mr. President.

You sure are a sight for sore eyes.

- After you. - Oh, thank you.

Thank you, everybody.

The meeting will commence in 30 minutes.

Take them to the rally point and do your job.

Don't disappoint me again.

It wasn't Bradshaw.

It's Kirk.

Of course it was the vice president.

It's always the vice president.

Kirk has them.

Don't let them get to NATO.

But Bradshaw's communications were tied to Gradov.

Bradshaw was the decoy.

Kirk covered her tracks.

It's called contingencies.

You have your contingencies,

I have mine.

We got company!

Shoot him!

Take the shot!

Oh, sh-shit.

- Take the wheel! - Okay!

Yeah!

Ha!

- Sam? - Sam?

Hold her steady!

Okay, no problem!

How are you alive?!

Easy.

I just kept calm and carried on.

Help her. I've got this.

Come...

Sorry, mate.

Open the door!

Is it bad?

- Where are we going? - I got you.

Don't go dying on me a third time, okay?

Oh, there's a knife in my leg!

No, wait, wait. Maybe we should leave it in.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Wasn't that bad. - Good. Okay.

Sam?

Punch it!

Get down!

I'm driving blind here!

Here! Sat view!

Nice.

Any other toys in this Batmobile?

Smoke!

- Turn. Turn. Turn. Turn! - I will. I will. I will.

The fridge!

What, are you gonna kill them with snacks?

Backup blood supply.

Take this, you bloody bastards!

That's the Beast. It's the Beast!

He's got a rocket launcher!

Sam, incoming!

You have now reached your destination.

Effective midnight tonight,

Italy will be withdrawing from the NATO alliance.

On behalf of the Republic of France,

we withdraw as well.

It's with a heavy heart, despite my most strident efforts

to hold this alliance together, on behalf of the United States,

I withdraw our...

Hold it right there!

On behalf of the United Kingdom...

And the United States of America.

...take it all down several notches, everyone.

That's right.

You're not getting rid of us that easy.

And we're not getting rid of this alliance that easy,

because we all have a job to do.

I get it.

You're embarrassed. You're angry.

But we need NATO.

We need partnerships.

We need to treat each other with respect,

embrace each other's differences and lean into our commonalities.

To send a message to future generations that we were here.

That we did the right thing.

And that starts by taking the fight

to the very real enemies we face.

There it is.

The inevitable conclusion.

The people elect a dopey actor as leader of the free world.

Of course their country can't survive.

And you just sealed the deal.

- These people are our partners, and we need them. - For what?

We grow food. We pump oil.

We manufacture.

Meanwhile, we send our people to die in their wars.

This is not a partnership.

We give, they take.

But not anymore.

The plane is going down.

We put the oxygen masks on ourselves first.

These are all false alliances anyway.

False alliances?

That's something you know a lot about.

That's what kills you most, isn't it?

It's not that I'm a better politician than you'll ever be.

It's that I'm a better actor.

Kill them all.

Everybody, down!

Over there!

Get in here!

Get down.

Deal with her.

Now! We should go now!

That way!

No, no, no! That way! Go! Go!

Gradov!

Guys, come on! We've got to go!

- Sam! - Will!

Noel.

Get Gradov! I got this guy.

She said she's got it.

Go.

Shoot him?

Hmm?

Get the gun.

Oh.

Whoa!

Who's the action hero now, huh?

Will!

Good to go?

Try not to kill the wall.

I got him. I got him.

He's got to be in here somewhere.

I think he's out.

Let's dance.

Drop it.

Back up.

Back up!

There's nowhere to go.

It's over.

Not for me.

Goddamn it!

We're gonna let him get away?

We can't wait ten years to get this guy.

We're not waiting ten years.

Do you remember at the end of Water Cobra 2?

You said you never saw my movies.

I know. I lied. I've seen them all.

They're classics.

But the one moment that really cut through them all

is when Water Cobra sacrifices himself to save his brother.

You know what I'm talking about?

We go on three?

Three!

How's that for gym strong?

Hey!

Everything harpoons for a reason.

Two months after NATO nearly disbanded,

the alliance is making hopeful strides in rebuilding trust.

President Derringer and Prime Minister Clarke

have been crucial in these efforts,

as new transparency measures are being implemented

and there's a restored sense of cooperation.

- Here you go. - Cheers.

Nice.

You two gonna rekindle?

Uh, I don't know.

She's halfway around the world on some covert operation.

We'll see how it goes.

Still a bit complicated.

Well, just talk her out of the cons and into the pros.

Maybe she'll come around.

Actually...

you might be able to help me with this.

"Congratulations on your big bump in approval ratings.

Guess you're not as poll-arizing as you thought."

Okay, so now we got to hit her with a pun back.

Okay.

Uh, it's, um, it's, uh...

"That's nice, but it polls in comparison to you."

You know what?

I think I'm just gonna go with: "Thank you.

I miss you.

Hope to see you soon.

Don't get shot."

You know what? That's perfect.

Before I forget,

two tickets to a meet and greet with Harry Styles in D.C.

It's official.

You are now the coolest Uncle Sam I know.

Thank you. You hungry?

Oh, I'm starving. What's good here?

I ordered us a little something.

Here you go, gents.

Okay. All right.

Fish and chips.

Dig in.

You guys, um, got any, uh, ketchup?

No.

We do vinegar.

Yeah, these are fries. This is not a salad.

Well, my country, my condiments.

- Mmm. - Okay.

Okay. You know what?

Well, you come to the Oval Office, we're doing ketchup.

Once you see the light, you're gonna be stocking the, um...

What the hell's your office called again?

- My office? - Yeah.

It's called "my office."

Boy, you guys are really afraid of spicing things up, huh?

Oh, yeah. It's really spicy to name things after colors and shapes.

You know what I mean.

"Hey, what should we call this white house?

- Mm, the White House?" - Don't.

"Hey, this office is oval. What should we call it?

I know."

The Oval Office.

- Yeah, yeah. - That's real spicy.

Hey, you got a problem, take it up with George Washington, okay?

He died a hundred years before the Oval Office

was even built.

Uh, why you gonna

bust me on a technicality?

Well, technically it's not a technicality.

It's an insignificant detail.

No, it's a fact, which is exactly what a technicality is.

When did you become a farmer?

- 'Cause you are milking this. - Really?

Says you, the sheep nipple aficionado?

I don't even think we need to talk about that.

You don't want to talk about that?

No. No, we don't.

Did I take one for democracy?

You bet I did. Right in the noggin.

But who would've thunk it?

This bullet hit at the exact spot where I had the metal plate installed

after my whole rotisserie grill debacle.

I mean, one nanometer either way,

I am not here sipping this Bahama Mama.

No, sir.

Am I a hero?

Sure.

Yeah, that's what the president and prime minister say

whenever we talk on a semi-regular basis.

And yes, there's some light chitchat about a cabinet appointment.

No big deal.

- Yeah. - Sure thing.

Nice try.

I believe you.

Nice to meet you, Agent Comer.

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