All language subtitles for Ultimate Force s04e05 Slow Bomb

That is mine.

Tough noogie, Dad.

You lose, you lose.

What's a noogie?

You don't want to know.

No, I'm sorry, Dad.

Make sure you put your homework in your
school bag.

I did.

What's that over there by the bread
thing?

Hey, Dad, I wanted that.

Yeah, I know, it's lovely.

You have a good day at school.

Right, babe, I'm off.

Dad, don't call Mum, babe.

It's almost as embarrassing as when you
do that.

Just stay calm and everything will be
fine.

The giant's on the wheel and keep him
there.

There you go.

Now take a look in your front view
window.

Are you calling? Tom, we did the sad
thing.

Just do exactly as I say and your family
will be fine.

What do you want me... I want you not to
do anything stupid when I take this

thing off your neck.

I understand.

Are we calm?

No.

But I'm not going to do anything heroic
while you've got my family.

Good Lord.

What do you want?

I want you to go to work.

You ever worry about nuclear warfare?

No.

Freaks me out.

Oh, you've just got to remember your
training.

Always hold your weapon at arm's length,
so when the barrel melts, none of the

bits of molten metal scorch your
uniform.

I'm serious.

So am I.

What now?

We can delay and throw shit.

Well, apparently, it's lucky.

Hold up.

Suspicious material.

What?

I'm going to have to ask you to step out
of the vehicle, Sarge.

So smoky.

You'd better destroy the evidence then,
wouldn't you? Lost your appetite, Sarge.

Late night.

Somebody's definitely pissed in his
right

You okay, Paul?

Yeah, just haven't had my caffeine yet
this morning, sir. No, me neither.

Someone forgot to refill the coffee
machine.

Looking forward to next month?

Well, there's so little going on here, I
feel I'm retired already.

Are you on security in the visitor
centre today?

Yes, sir.

Have a good day.

Hold on, sir.

Step this way, please.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks, please.

Right then.

Daily secret.

Alert codes remain at yellow threat
level.

None of the overnight patrols had
anything to report. Now, there are two

parties in the visitor centre today.

So don't frighten anyone with your
weapons, all right?

Carry on.

Here at Bushwell, the reactor is managed
and operated by UKFL, a company that

combines global grasp and world -class
operations.

Our activities span the entire nuclear
energy cycle, from fuel manufacture and

reactor design...

to decommissioning and storage of spent
fuel. So you're a private company?

Yes. The nuclear industry is a public
-private partnership.

Like hospitals, schools, that kind of
thing?

Well, sort of. Oh, that's great then,
isn't it? Nuclear safety left to the

lowest bidder.

No offence, but wouldn't it be better
completely run by the state?

Chernobyl was run by the state.

We're highly responsible and very
tightly regulated.

We even have, as you will have seen as
you entered, a dedicated police force.

DCI Boo.

Are you in the Citadel?

Who is it?

You're watching the monitors covering
the visitor center.

No.

Oh, they're down.

Take a look.

Go,

go, go!

AHHH!

What do we do, sir?

Don't panic.

Don't panic. There's people with guns.
Be calm.

Stay calm. There are people with guns in
the visitor center. That's why we have

it half a month in the Citadel and the
reactors, to keep the crazies away from

the hot spots where they can do damage.
We are secure here.

Chief Inspector Boone.

Red card. Do you understand what I mean
when I say red card?

I am a staff sergeant in the SAS.

Do you understand me when I say red
card?

SAS? I thought you were supposed to be
the good guys. What's going on?

Ask the bloke in charge.

Not him.

Him.

Zero alpha.

This is Romeo 1, zero alpha.

We have control.

Red card has been delivered.

This is a drill.

I repeat, a drill.

We have just executed a practical
assessment of your security measures

to DTI regulations.

How did we do?

You're all dead.

You and the rest of southwest England.

You better get a brew on.

Sugar?

Not going to make this any sweeter, is
it?

You caught us with our pants down.

Now you get to give us a kicking.

We're not here to score points,
Detective Chief Inspector.

We're on the same side.

Should we get on with it, then?

This is Captain Fleming. This is Staff
Sergeant Garvey.

They planned and executed the drill
independently of any special knowledge

resources available to us.

Jolly good. Meaning?

Meaning. We only used publicly available
information and close observation to

evolve and implement our plan.

Just the same as any moderately
intelligent patient terrorist might have

So you're brainy and you're patient.
Congratulations. You made us look like a

bunch of tits.

Making you look like tits wasn't the
brief.

It was a bonus, though.

Staff.

Boss.

I apologize.

Everyone take a deep breath and get over
themselves.

Patrick.

Right.

We've been tasked by the DTI and the MOD
to test nuclear security.

I just found a loophole.

This exercise was prompted by intel
chatter picked up by the security

about a move on a nuclear facility.

Hence the need to make sure that your
security is top of the line.

Which it isn't.

Clearly.

So where do we go from here?

Onward and upward.

Red Shrew prefer the task to stay on
site and advise, monitor, and bulk their

existing security.

You're going to hold our hands.

My lads won't like it.

Your lads will take your lead, Detective
Chief Inspector, and I'm sure they'll

love it.

No, they won't, and nor will I.

I retire in a couple of months.

Until now, my record's been spotless.

You're right. I need to get out of
myself.

Good man.

If you're staying, you're going to need
somewhere to bunk down.

Well, this is cozy.

Sleeping next to a nuclear reactor,
yeah?

Well, you forgot your late pyjamas,
mate.

I sleep on that trail, one of me.

Uh, do you mind? I'm trying to eat.

You know how many of the firemen who
went to Chernobyl died within three

This is another one of your uplifting
statistics.

And I own all of them.

Yeah, well, let's try not to set fire to
anything, then.

So what brings you to London, sir?
Business or pleasure?

Ideally both, but primarily business.

What might that be?

Toilet seats.

Sir?

I know. Don't ask. It's the family
business.

Heated toilet seats.

I'm here for the trade fair at Olympia.

Heated toilet seats?

Well, given your fine country's
reputation for cold winters and poorly

bathrooms, I hope to make a killing.

Well, that's the first.

Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hurley.

Thank you.

Mr. Haley.

Mr. Burton.

Hey, dog.

Dog.

You make these names up or what?

Yeah, it came on the passports. Looks
like our client has a sense of humor.

No kidding.

Where are the guys?

They're playing football.

Football? Soccer.

I never did guess soccer. It's a girl's
game.

Relax, Gunny.

These guys are a dealio.

They motivated?

Oh, yeah.

Just the way you like them.

High speed, low drag.

The thing to focus on is they've hired
you for your expertise.

As a specialist.

Wrong. Good to see you, too. I am a
specialist.

Oh, don't diss them to their faces.

They robbed a lot of banks across Russia
to pay your price.

Well, they still look like crazies.

Like that's a bad thing?

Since when have you worried about who
paid your fee?

Dog, these guys may look like a bag of
puke, but they're stone killers.

Guys,

listen up. This is Haley.

Haley, we pay you good money.

You good?

It's a Pope shit in the Vatican.

All right, Haley, this is Raz, 2, 3,
Chattery. Yeah, I get it. 1, 2, 3, 4 in

Russian, right?

The devil's children.

Neato. You kids want to play with some
toys, huh?

Bang, bang, boom?

Yes, yes, you take us home.

All right, let's go.

Where did you find these fruit loops?

Kiev.

And keep your shit wired tight, Gunny.

They found me, remember?

Okay, you lot, listen in.

This is Dr. Warner.

She'll be giving us an orientation chat
about nuclear accidents and

contamination. Only orientation I'll
need to know is which direction my arse

facing so I can kiss it goodbye.

Award them our NBC training, sir.

You'll all need one of these.

Anyone working on site has to wear a
radiation detector.

Are you all sitting comfortably?

Crack on, Doctor. Think better on their
feet.

Hiroshima. 60 years on, and it's not
getting prettier.

There are two types of radiation
exposure.

Irradiation, which is exposure to waves
that pass through your body, leading to

acute radiation sickness, damaged DNA,
cancer, etc.

We don't need to go into the etc.

in detail, but they aren't pretty
either.

Irradiation doesn't, however, make the
victim radioactive. That's the second

form of exposure which we call
contamination, which is contact with and

retention of radioactive material, say
dust, which is absorbed by the skin or

ingested. This won't give you radiation
sickness, but it will still kill you

with things like cancer and... More etc.

There are three types of contamination.

Type one is hematopoietic.

That one went right over my head.

That's better than for your bone marrow.

Your spleen, your lymph glands, all the
major sites of blood production.

You'll feel nauseous for the first two
to 12 hours and then fine for about a

week, unaware that your blood -producing
system is dying.

If you survive for five weeks, you might
get better.

Most don't.

Almost put me right off.

Gastrointestinal contamination occurs
when you ingest nuclear -contaminated

material.

The cells lining your gut are dying, and
the resultant bloody diarrhea is the

first stage in a painful death as the
bacteria from your digestive tract

invade the rest of the body.

And the third type of contamination?

Type 3 is cerebrovascular.

That's contamination of blood and brain,
leading to confusion, nausea, vomiting,

diarrhea, shock, plunging blood
pressure, seizures, coma, death.

Always. Excuse me.

These are your guns, AKs, so I figure
you know how to use them.

These are your suits.

We're going to drill on how to put them
on. No suits.

We don't care.

Okay, your funeral.

Radio jammer, explosives, and... I'm
sure they're so messed.

More explosives.

Now, I know my colleagues briefed you on
the plan, but I want to go over it

again, okay?

Okay.

Okay, now, we got a big day tomorrow, so
let's get this right.

Okay? Yeah.

We've got a meeting first thing tomorrow
with these guys about their transport

security, so I'm going to sack it.

Good idea.

Right. The area of activities we're most
concerned about is the transport of

materials out of the control perimeter
of the facility.

Okay, transportation is one of our
biggest headaches, no question.

It's the one place where we're
vulnerable.

It's one of the places we're vulnerable.

Anyway, here's the drill.

This beast is the hazmat truck.

It's tougher than most tanks. The wheels
are solid. The drivetrain is double

armoured. The driver travels in a
cockpit with its own air supply.

It can take a run from a mortar or a
cannon and it won't breach.

Stall this on a railway crossing with a
train coming.

Worry about the train.

You sound confident.

Too confident.

It travels in its own motorcade.

The road ahead is swept by outriders,
and the escort team travel in armored

Land Rovers.

As you can see, it's a titanic piece of
engineering.

Well, let's hope it doesn't meet an
iceberg.

We've never had an accident or lost
anything, not transporting material by

or by rail.

Very impressive.

I hope so, because it's a dummy.

We send it off, lights flashing.

Siren wailing, calling attention to
itself.

Meanwhile, it's rubbish day.

I think this is where they make your
aftershave.

Funny.

As you can smell, this is the real
thing.

This, however, is a... This is built

to the same specification as the hazmat
truck.

It's bomb -proof, crash -proof, bad -guy
-proof.

What happens is the regular rubbish
lorry drives into the facility,

round the back, parks up out of sight,
and this identical truck leaves.

No one outside notices any difference,
and it picks up an escort of armoured

plainclothes police once it's outside.

Makes a switch.

Exactly. No one knows it's carrying
nuclear materials. No one pays it any

attention.

All right, I admit, it's clever.

Praise from Caesar.

Maybe you'd like to join the convoy as a
ride -along.

See if there are any aspects where you'd
advise tightening up.

Fair enough.

Dave, you want to go with?

A ride -along, what joy.

The convoy is carrying rods of gamma
-ray emitting cobalt.

Not actually used here on site, but in
food irradiation plants.

Don't ask. Or buy veg from a
supermarket.

The

container

is numbered.

Weird.

That's like one digit off my phone
number.

77, 77, 137, 136.

The seven signify cobalt. The 137, it's
isotope. Interesting.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

And I know that number you won't give
me.

You should put your belt on.

He's got an airbag.

If I need to go with my weapon, it gets
in the way.

You having fun yet?

I look like I'm having fun.

You're not exactly Johnny Chuckles at
the best of times, it's hard to tell.

It's this mob.

Nuclear Renter Cop.

Excuse me?

No, I don't.

Sticks in my throat.

You don't play around with things that
can blow up the planet.

I mean, we walked into your cab like a
couple of pike eats, blacking us up post

office, and you all but held the door
open for us. Come on, be fair.

We're all very good at what we do.

Wake up, Dave.

There are plenty of people out there
like us these days. Know the ropes, have

the training.

All it takes are a couple of misguided
fanatics or somebody with enough money.

You need to educate yourself, Sergeant.

Nowadays, the nuclear industry is safe.

Yeah, well, that's what they called my
old man at night.

Montebello Islands.

We blew up an atoll in the Pacific.

15 kilotons.

Then the geniuses thought it would be a
great idea to send an HMS Diana into the

fallout to see how it affected the ship.

I doubt the 17.

Boy, say that.

I didn't know, mate.

Why would you?

No one had a clue.

It was a complete cake and ass party.

Cancer of the thyroid at 30.

We didn't get to play a lot of football
together, you know what I mean?

You barely got to see me walk.

Sorry, mate.

Yeah, well, let's just keep it between
you, me and him, eh?

My point is, you don't play about...

They're gone.

Good work. Let's pop the cherry.

Bread's not broke.

Broken neck.

Yeah, well, he should have worn his
seatbelt.

All sides, this is Romeo 1 -0 Alpha.

You're under attack.

They're crazy!

Let's go!

Almost again.

on a bloody bicycle, Henry.

Patrick.

Grab your naughty suits and mount up.

Where's this a drill?

Move! We've got a man down and nuclear
material loose somewhere in the whole

country.

Oh.

Doug.

We're bad.

We're still bad. High speed, low drag.
That's everybody.

I'll drop the Ivans and I'll call.
Later, dog.

Kevlar took the round. He's got cracked
ribs. Refused to go to hospital.

You?

Fist off, ready to get even. Tell me
about them.

Military. Sure.

Had to be. It's the way we would have
done it.

First, the kit. They had NBC suits, and
the vehicle had solid tires.

Secondly, they jammed the radios with
something to the telephone. Benson says

they took out the phone cell relay mast
in the area.

Well, you see my point.

Lastly, they knew how to get into the
vehicle, had the kit to do it, and were

and out in under four minutes.

I messed up.

Lost him at the crossroad. Don't waste
time second -guessing yourself, staff.

You did more than could be expected of
you. You two were just along for the

ride.

You win some, you lose some.

Yeah, well, thanks for the cliché.

When the sum you might be losing is
London, it doesn't really help.

Yep. Well, given the likelihood of
London as a target, I suggest we erect a

cordon around it until we know where the
Cobalt is.

Are we premature?

With due respect to our political
masters, this isn't open to debate or

I resent that.

Good for you, sir.

There is a contingency plan, known as
Contingency November Echo. It goes into

motion, which means all trains into
London stopped or tubes or roads

All available police out of their
offices and onto the streets. My men are

searching the immediate area, but we
need massive backup.

No planes or helicopters, big or small,
to be allowed to overfly the city.

Exactly. And I believe the RAF are
flying a defensive shoot -on -sight

perimeter. That's correct.

See how much quieter things are in the
canal?

Explosion, 2 o 'clock.

Got it, Romeo 1 -3.

Watch the Geiger. There's a dirty bomber
in real trouble.

Tell you what, I could do without a
sunset.

What's the joke?

Let's broke, pal.

Oh, my smart ass.

Well, that's the vehicle they were in.

Good news is, no radiation.

The bad news is, they could have jogged
up here, got into a clean car, caught a

train, jumped a bus.

All routes into the city are closed
under contingency November Echo.

All routes.

A question from my team.

Are canals into London being interdicted
along with other routes?

Perfect. Light breeze heading straight
into London.

You think we're overreacting, Colonel?

We don't know enough to make that call.

The mayor's office wants to make an
announcement.

Good idea.

People should be told to stay inside.

There's no chance of a nuclear
explosion, but there is a big chance of

or slow bomb.

The way to save lives is for people to
stay inside with their windows shut.

You don't know that this stolen material
will be used today, tomorrow, or in

five years' time.

You don't even know if it's going to be
used in this country.

I'd be delighted to be wrong, but that's
why we have the precautionary

principle. Because sometimes looking
silly is the best option we have.

Number 10 will make that call.

Why are you stripping off?

Sure, we don't care.

Rain, cold, wind, snow, no care.

This is Russian kamikaze.

You go, now American.

If you make phone call, you've been
paid.

Now you're done.

Okay, guys.

Nice working with you.

Au revoir, I guess.

Have a nice day.

I have nuclear material.

I have bomb.

Hey, dog, it's done.

Yeah, the crazies are on the roof.

It's all kicked off. Yeah, I'm out of
here.

All right, see you at the RV.

Hey, Yank, you just want us, don't you?

English assholes, always talking when
you shouldn't be fighting.

That's Christ, asshole!

Asshole!

Jesus.

Chotsky Rabiata.

The devil's children, a .k .a.

Chernobyl's children.

It's an extreme ultra -nationalist
Russian -Ukrainian faction who believe

all the ills of the ex -Soviet states
stem from the West's actions in and

the Cold War.

They've got a point.

They miss the boundaries of the old
greater Russia.

They want to put Humpty together again.

Long term, yes.

Short term, they want political
prisoners released from Russian and

jails. And other political prisoner
releases from five further countries.

And a hundred million dollars.

Exactly.

However, they style themselves as the
most dangerous terrorists.

Because they have looked a nuclear
catastrophe in the face.

And now have nothing to lose.

Then what the hell are they doing on my
planet?

They say if they pulled a stunt like
this in Russia, there'd have been a news

blackout and no one would have known.

Putin's got things thrown up tight over
there.

They're media savvy.

They're insane.

And their demands are impossible.

I do hope not.

Because given the wind speed and
direction, we may be looking at losing

centre of London for a long, long time.

How long?

Anyone know the half -life of Cobalt
137?

I have a computer simulation of the
dispersal cloud, given the current wind

speed and bearing.

Bye -bye, London.

Finn, I want you to take the high ground
in that adjacent tower block. Get a

scope on the rooftop.

Right, I've just spoken to the local
council.

They're biking over a map of the estates
and all the building schematics they

can find. Good job. The rest of us, get
up, stand ready for assault.

Move, now.

Should we be worried?

Not yet.

All traffic in London is now gridlocked.

If we're to stand any chance of
organizing an evacuation, the first step

get it flowing again.

Now we know where the Cobalt is, we can
surely remove the cordon. My advice

would be to wait until the siege is
resolved.

Your advice is noted.

However, we may have a city to evacuate.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, the plan works.

Cordon's down.

The slow road to London is wide open.
Think you're crazy on the road.

They want us back.

Hey.

We've got his mobile, sir.

Maybe we can trace who he's been calling
and start putting together a profile.

Excellent. I should have thought of
that. Thanks.

Well, don't tell me. Tell Colonel
Dempsey.

That's pretty good news.

Romeo 13, this is Zero Alpha.

What's your status, over?

I have a good visual on these clowns.

There's four of them in a cluster on the
roof, wired to a canister on the

central aerial.

Tell me about the canisters.

See for yourself.

I'm sending you gun cam images.

Okay, got him.

There's the bomb.

These wires go to each of them.

They appear to be dead men's switches,
so... Even if I was to take them out

a neck shot, paralyzing them... The
impact of the bullet would knock them

the switch, and boom.

I hope you have a better plan.

They're sniper crew.

I'm against evacuation.

Are you serious?

Deadly.

People will be killed in the panic.

They should stay inside and seal rooms
until further notice.

That is how to survive a dirty bomb,
wait for the dust to settle, then

methodically evacuate block by block and
decontaminate as people leave the area.

Do we have the resources for that?

Look, just because we may be about to
say goodbye to London doesn't mean we

to lose Londoners.

The last thing we need are people
running around outside. This dust from a

detonation lands on them and kills them
all later with cancer.

This is Romeo 1 -0 -Alpha.

Go ahead.

We

confirmed

four X -rays.

The door to the roof is booby -trapped.
There is no way we can get through it.

We're doing Iranian embassy siege.

Sideways.

What? Nothing.

It's good.

Can I get a translation?

The M &B squadron made their assault on
the Iranian embassy.

Yeah. They carefully took out those in
the sidewalls and made their assault

through them.

And instead of blowing holes in the
sidewalls, we're going to make our

through the ceiling.

And how are we supposed to pop up in the
right place?

How are we supposed to pop up at all?
I'm not bloody Zebedee.

Yeah, with the captain thinking what I'm
thinking, that's not the way around

it's going to be.

Exactly. Let the mountain come to a
halt.

They? They're into the shapes and
charges.

And then we're going to have them drop
in for a little chat. Like it?

Love it.

Very good.

You're getting an awfully thick line,
sir. Must be rubbing off.

All this bad company I'm keeping.

They're below the terrorists now.

But the risk is appalling.

Stand easy.

It's just a contingency plan.

I can assure you, no one's going to do
anything, not with terrorists holding

dead men's switches attached to a dirty
bomb.

Zero Alpha, this is Romeo 1 -3. I have a
problem with the cobalt container.

What kind of problem?

I've been looking at it, but it's just
struck me. The numbers are wrong.

Well, what do you mean, Bob?

Can you see my scope cam?

Not right now.

Zero Alpha, this is Sunray. I have your
visuals on screen.

See the identified numbers on the site.

They're different from the ones we saw
loaded onto the truck they hijacked.

What are you, Romeo 13? Some kind of
rain man with long numbers?

No, sir. Seriously, sir.

Those numbers are six prefixes.

The others were seven prefixes.

I remember because Super Gallagher made
a joke about it almost being our phone

number.

Some raised to zero after confirming
that.

Out. Get me DCI Booth at Bushwalt, now.

Yes, sir. I'm sure, sir. No doubt at
all, sir.

The sterling containers were cobalt,
that is, the canisters were all prefix

sevens, not sixes. The prefix six is for
cesium, and no cesium has been moved on

yet.

The material sterling today was cobalt.

Cobalt is identified by a seven prefix
on the canisters.

This is a six. What does that mean?

That means we've been had.

I want to speak to the PM now.

Why? I need permission to clear the
roof.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Zero alpha out.

Right. We're good to go.

We good?

Let's tidy this thing up.

We're going free.

On my mark.

Three. Two.

One.

This is Romeo 1 -3. I have no visual.

Repeat, I have no visual on the X -ray.

Back up.

Jump.

I think I got him.

She got him.

She got him.

Did you see that? Like a jack -in -the
-box.

His trip's turning into a circus.

Is there a problem with that stuff?

No. I quite like this.

Hello.

This is my right for syntax.

It's plasticine.

It's been had.

Looks like our Russian friends have been
had as well.

Yeah. But why?

Decoy.

The only reason to decoy was to make us
drop our guard.

How do you mean, drop our guard?

I don't know.

But I suggest we all now work on the
assumption that there is a dirty bomb

somewhere in central London.

He should have called already.

First case, they screwed up, so what?
They provided the distraction.

Can't believe the Ivans thought they
found us.

Screw the Russians.

Burton and I serve together, okay? He's
my dog.

Gunny, the day you went freelance was
the day you lost the right to all that

Semper Fi bullshit.

So you want to deep -six it and
concentrate?

Shit, and they say it's women who let
emotions cloud their judgment.

Yeah, well, if the Russians are stupid
for thinking they hired us, what does

that make me and you?

It's not like we know who's floating the
15 million in the Caymans, is it? I got

a pretty good idea what they are.

Of course you do. You know everything.

It's not rocket science, genius.

It's strictly business.

We'd want to destroy the oldest, largest
financial institution in the world and

drop the UK stock market through the
floor forever.

So this is about stock price, huh?

Yeah, turning the city of London into a
no -go area for a few centuries.

Well, uh, yeah.

Can't think of more than a few hundred
thousand financial players who stand to

make a killing if they knew about it
ahead of time.

Financial terrorism?

Just a continuation of capitalism by
other means.

Well, you know, screw it. I can live
with that. Never did like London much

anyway. Beer is shitty and the women are
fine enough until you get a look at the

state of their teeth and suddenly the
moment kind of passes.

Here. You're going to have your hands
full in a couple of minutes.

You're a ball breaker, Bron, but you do
think of everything.

Hey, dog.

What?

Line went dead.

He'll call back.

Well, now you know your dog's still
barking.

You want to take care of business?

Yeah.

Take care of that, Colonel.

We got him.

Cheltenham are locking on as we speak.

You catch that American accent, then?
I'm afraid I bloody did.

Hey, Doc, sounds US military.

Could be some sad wannabe who's seen too
many war movies.

You're sad or not, gentlemen, you want
to be in central London, in the city.

There's an inbound chopper to give you a
lift.

Brilliant. Isn't it?

That's where the phone is.

We're going to triangulate closer in.

But I'm sending you grid references now.

Central London?

Yeah, they're wiring us into his mobile.

Now he's made a call, GPHQ will be able
to use it as a tracking beacon.

They can do that?

Catch up, Louie. What?

Well, why do you think the government
ties itself in NOS so it doesn't have to

use Telephone Intercept and have the
same call?

Because then they'll have to admit to
owning all that useful kit, and the

liberties lobby will throw a fit.

Here's our list.

Good luck.

I'll make my own luck.

Take care of your end.

Oi! Oi!

It's okay.

Sorry? He's with me.

And who are you?

Didn't you get the memo?

What bloody memo?

This one.

What's happened?

Heart attack! Call a doctor now!

Ray, this is Zero Alpha.

We're on site in Grand Mobile.

Do you have a target reference over?

Zero Alpha, this is Sunray. We confirm
you're in the right postcode area, and

we're working on the street address.

Check to the area. Keep your eyes sharp.

We're in business, babe.

How'd you find a needle in that stack?

Use a magnet.

Okay, my job's done here. Clear on your
end?

Sir, he's using his phone.

Okay, love.

Hang on a second.

I just ruined a perfectly good bag.

Am I clear to come down?

Hold your position.

Look, I don't need to be hanging around
here with the timer running.

Relax, it's 30 minutes.

We'll be on the train to the airport by
the time it blows.

Okay, babe.

Hey, you know what the guy in the crane
cab was doing when I waxed him?

Jerking off to a skin mag.

Man, how dumb is that?

As dumb as the guy, I guess.

Don't call me babe.

All call signs, this is Sunray. We're
looking for a crane.

I repeat, a crane.

Hello.

You stay with the bomb, see if you can
neutralize it.

And I want a team at the station.

Which station, sir?

We're working out which.

The good news is, we've got a mobile
number now.

Good luck, I know.

Yeah, you too.

Finn, take your position up there.

Dave, control things on the ground. I'll
lower the bomb so you can take a look

at it. I know, I can go up.

Broken rib, I'll be good.

How are you going to find her with all
the crowds at the station?

All you know is that she's a woman with
an American accent.

Now we know her phone number, we disable
all the other phones in the cell area

around the station.

As soon as my boys are on the train, we
call her, and they home in on the

ringing phone.

You can do that?

It's just a computer algorithm.

The controls are trashed. Oh, shit.

Look, Heno, you're gonna have to walk
the crane and rub down to the bomb.

Yeah.

And I love pipe.

Sorry? Is trains late leaving?

Yes, I expect so. Trains have been
delayed all day. There's some bomb scare

something.

God, this is after his third world.

The train to the airport. What's that
for?

Okay,

good.

Mate, you're doing fine.

now what oh jesus

All right, Dave.

You have to talk me through disabling
this thing.

Here's what I can see.

Good man.

Stand by.

Call her.

I'm on the train.

Burton, I said I'm on the train.

Do you mind?

Yes, I mind you.

This is the Quiet Coach.

So shut the hell up.

Burton, he was worrying about you. He
was wondering what happened.

I'm afraid it's not Burton.

Who is this? Please, go and talk in the
lobby.

Who is this?

Please, put your hands behind your head.

What? Put your hands where I can see
them.

Now.

Pull that trigger and I pull mine and I
cut that old man in half.

Shoot me in the spasm and my hand kills
him. Do you want that?

No. Good.

Now, shall I tell you how we're going to
do this?

No, I'm telling you.

I will shoot you through the neck.

There will be no spasm because you will
be paralyzed below the neck.

Might not even kill you.

But it will stop you moving.

Permanently.

Do it.

Now.

Book me down now.

There.

Trooper, get her out of here.

Yes.

Now, how many wires from the power cell
to the dead plug?

Just the two.

Okay, separate them.

Cut one. Do not bridge the gap with the
cutter as you do. You don't want a short

circuit. No.

That would not be good.

You okay?

Will you stop nagging?

Bullets! What happened?

He dropped the cutters.

No drama.

Heno, use your knife.

I haven't got a knife.

What else have you got?

One minute thirty -three.

No way of cutting the wire.

Look, I'll bring my knife.

I haven't got time.

Are you saying it's over?

Unless... What?

Clear the channel.

Finn, you still in position?

No, I wet my pants and ran away.

Cut the wire with a bullet.

Come on, Henry, you can't. That's a hell
of a shot.

Yeah, well, apparently so's he.

We have 52 seconds.

Do it!

Miss, sorry.

You said you never miss!

Stay still when you touch your moo.

Talk, talk, talk, and now you're like a
bloody pendulum.

What happened?

What happened?

Nothing. Did he call me a pendulum?

You all right, big man?

No, I'm not all right.

I'm hanging upside down, holding onto a
flask of nuclear material.

And the way my day's been going, I
really don't think we should find out

well it does in a 200 -foot drop test.

Now, please, hurry up.

against Spider -Man.