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*** SONG LIVES FOR EVER ***

So, what have we got here?

Mysterious meat with...

Onion thingy for you.

Mistrami and beans for me.

And a veggie thing for you which
I actually think is meat too.

Thanks.

So... where are they?

The mini-sub just dropped them off.

They've landed.

Join the Navy... see the world.

No, no, that is the US Navy motto.

Not SBS, don't steal out shit.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure!

Three... Two... One!

Automatic pump time is set
to pause in 20 seconds.

In 15...

In 5...

4... 3...

Spot on, Aggy.

The junction is 500 meters ahead of you.

Then it's a straight run for
1.2 kilometers to the target.

That should take 20 minutes to
swim there and 20 minutes back.

Comms are good, tracking is good.

Roger, I confirm.

So, what happens if they don't get
out before the pump sets up?

The current will carry
them through this junction

where they may slightly be chewed
to pieces by the in-take pump.

That would suck.

Literally.

You know? We can hear you.

Sorry boys, looking good.

OK, we're through the junction,
making off first turn South.

Marty, you keeping up?

This is 1-2, I'm right with you.

Request you check my air stats.

My readings are looking way off.

Something's not right. I have
you down to 50 per cent air.

Roger. I confirm.

I now show 45 per cent.

I'm losing air way too too fast.

There must be something caustic in this
water that's eating seams on our rigs.

Why didn't we know about this?

All this grating also was
known to schematics.

They stopped.

Stratton?

The Intel on this mission
is now officially bullshit.

It says nothing on the system.

Move up!

Marty's O rig his
blown, his rig is dead.

Repeat: 1-2 has dead rig.

He's switching to reserve now.

Only two minutes on that thing and
don't know how long mine will last.

Watch out!

1-1, do you copy?

Repeat: This is Zero.

1-1, do you copy?

Michael, they're just
holding their breath

I know, they'll make it.

Still have 300 meters to go.

Shit!

The pump is back on.

Come on! Come on!

Zero, we're in!

Well done.

Aggy, we won't be able to
use the pipe to get out.

We're out of air.

Roger. Moving instruction to RV 2.

Aggy, shouldn't there be
guards patrolling this place?

You've seen the satellite photos.

Never less than 16 on
site in the last 10 days.

No-one.

Or they're very, very small.

Zero, chargers set.

Roger, out.

Sending the heli to RV 2 now.

You need to make your way through
the lab building to the rear exit.

Change flight plan to RV 2.

Roger that.

Where are the workers?

Why is no-one here?

This doesn't make sense.

1-1, this Tin Man in-bound
with you approximately in 1-5.

Where are we?

Still warm.

1-1-30, Holy Shit!

Aggy, are you seeing this?

That's bio-chem storage.

It was store.

Now it's a fucking crime
scene of biblical proportions

and we're standing on it.

We're late. Bio is gone.

Shit!

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking right now the only two
people in the universe we can trust

are each other.

I like it.

Aggy, I'm changing the extraction
point to get negative on RV 2.

Extraction team is in-bound now to RV 2.

No, that's not gonna happen. We don't
know what's waiting for us there.

Extract on me.

Negative! We can't enter
Iranian air space.

No time, we have no choice.
Just send me the chopper.

Stand by, we need to
get authorization.

Negative! No time, just do it!

Roger. Extraction's on you.

Tin Man, this is Zero.
Cancel Romeo, get to two.

Extraction is now on call sign 1-1.

Confirm my last. Over.

Roger. Extraction is now
on call sign 1-1. Out.

Hot zone, hot zone.
Do you agree hot zone?

Yap!

Move!

Contact! Watch out!

Stand by!

Blowing charger!

Go! Go in!

Changing mag!

- I'm hit!
- I'm in!

Get in! Where are you hit?

Go! Let's go!

Inside!

- Go left! Left!
- Tunnel!

- Get away out of here!
- Where's the fucking exit?

Broken contact!

Call sign 1-2 is T-2.

Repeat: Call sign 1-2 is T-2.

Running out of road!

Where's Tin Man?

60 seconds out.

1-1, this is Tin Man.

I have visual on you, coming in now.

Get down! Get down!

Grenade!

Move!

1-2 is now T-ROD.
Arterial wound to neck.

Hold back! Hold that tight!
Keep your head up.

[FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Where's that fucking chopper?

30 seconds out, Stratton. Hold on...

Come on! Hold it tight! Move!

Get up!

Go around! I'll cover you!

Get him in!

Cover us!

Get him in! Get him in!

Where is the medic?

Go! Go! Go!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Come on, Marty!

Wake up! Wake up!

Come on, Marty!

Alright?

Why don't you ever drink your own booze?

Where's the fun in that?

It was noisy your place the other day.
Someone killed a cat?

She took my piece of beer mug.

Yeah, gone for good.

I thought she was going to
firebomb that pathetic boat of yours.

It would've improved the neighbourhood.

I loved that mug.

I found it on my first
dive in Poole Harbour.

She was no good for you.

That's not what you said when
I brought her round here.

- You said she was just what I needed.
- Well, this is what I'm saying now.

Rough one?

Hand me my jacket, come on.

Let's go down the pub.

There was a good man from Trent...

There, ah! There was a
good man from Trent!

Whose cock was so long that it bent.

To save himself trouble,
he put it in double.

And he said I'd come and he went.

Come on, come on, give me another one!

A horny marsupial named Reeves.

That was your favorite
since when you were a boy!

A horny marsupial named Reeves.

Spent some time with some
whores 'twixt their knees.

When they ask him for money,
he'd say, "Listen, Honey,

A koala eats bushes and leaves."

Night, night.

[SO, WE ENDED UP ON JUSTIN]

Justin Henry.

It's a good name, right? John?

Yeah, it's great.

Yeah.

I will see him after this one.

[WHERE INTERNATIONAL NEWS CREWS HAVE
NOT YET BEING ALLOWED INTO THE SITE]

She's ready for you.

[THE ISLAMIC REPUBLIC NEWS AGENCY,
CLAIMS THAT MILITARY FORCES]

[ILLEGALLY BREACHED INTO
IRANIAN AIRSPACE...]

[AND KILLED 45 INNOCENT WORKERS HERE]

[MOST OF WHOM LIVED IN THE NEARBY TOWN]

Thank you.

Hope you don't mind meeting in here.

My schedule's quite full.

No, Ma'am.

Sergeant Stratton, you're a
highly effective operative.

You don't have the
reputation for

respecting authority or
the chain of command.

You changed the protocol in
the middle of a mission.

Against orders.

I trust you've seen this firestorm.

Not on television.

No, Madam.

I'm very sorry about
Sergeant Sturgess.

His is a great loss.

They were waiting for us, Ma'am.

Whoever they are,
knew we were coming,

and purposely engaged.

And made off with what we were
supposed to destroy, I'm afraid.

Not only do they possess the bio,

but we and by extension,
Washington, look

like international war criminals.

I haven't felt raged like this,
from all sides,

in my entire duration.

I'm prepared to accept any penalties
for violating protocol, Ma'am.

I'm glad to hear you say it, Sergeant.

But that won't be necessary.

Even without violation
of airspace, once...

civilians were killed...

Iran, Russia, Hezbollah,
they were all going to blame us.

The bottom line is

there's an unknown
amount of WMD out there.

And whoever took it, I for one, am
quite concerned about their abilities.

Yes, Ma'am.

They were very organized.

And we should be too.

I just needed to see that
your head is on straight.

I'm afraid that rage on this
is only just getting started.

[AGGY! WHERE'S THE CHOPPER?]

[30 SECONDS OUT, STRATTON. HOLD ON]

[HOLD IT TIGHT!]

Did you find anything I didn't report?

It was an in-the-moment-call, Aggy.

I didn't plan on changing
your exit strategy.

Someone once asked Napoleon
about his battle plans.

He said: "Show up,

and see what happens."

You?

Napoleon?

Yes, much taller, now...

slightly a better dancer,
so I've been told.

You were right, only saved every
life for that extraction team.

- You would have done exactly the same.
- I was on the ground...

Doesn't make it any easier to be wrong.

Horrible.

Stratton?

I'd heard you'd been suspended.

No.

Someone said Spinks and I try
and find out where the leak is.

Mission logs, wiretaps,
anything prior to the mission.

Those guys...

Somehow they knew we were coming.

Stop there, go back.

What?

He was in charge.

No, it's too blurry.

Yeah.

It's not clear enough for facial recog.

You try a different frame?

Or can you clean that one out?

I'd be a lot quicker without
you breathing down my neck.

Sergeant Stratton, please.

This way.

[YOU SHOULD'VE GONE BACK]

[FOR THE BIRTH, AT LEAST]

[AND LET YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN?]

You're Stratton?

You must be Marty's replacement.

We can't replace Marty.

I'm going over your file.
It's impressive.

Thank you.

I heard a lot about you too, Sir.

You can cut the "Sir",
everyone calls me Stratton.

You served two tours in Afghanistan,
with MAKO 30 at Takh Gar.

- You're pretty hairy.
- That's interesting.

- Was Marty your Company CEO?
- Yes, Sir.

- You close?
- More than close.

I came in green and Marty
saved my ass more than once.

We were together pretty
much the whole time.

- He's a good man.
- He's very good man!

So, in your file...

You turned three other assignments and a
promotion for this one. May I ask why?

You go where you think we can
do the most good, right?

Well, if I get a hint that you're
here looking for vengeance for Marty,

I'm gonna send your arse
back to the States.

- I can handle myself.
- I don't give a shit about that.

Your mind goes anywhere other than
the moment at hand, you're a risk.

I'm not getting my arse shut off

cos you're pissed off about Marty.
Is that clear?

Crystal.

You've been called to MI6.

- You're Petty Officer Monroe?
- Yes.

Welcome to the Special Boat Service.

You'll be joining Sergeant Stratton.

I'd get changed if I were you.

Prick!

We have an unknown quantity

of a biological weapon
called Satan's Snow

floating around somewhere out there.

One of the most lethal
airborne pathogens

of which we are currently aware.

What do we know?

No terror organization is taking credit.

I mean, they're more content
with us taking the fall-out.

And obviously the Iranians won't share
any Intel that might prove otherwise.

We're attempting
to ID this figure,

brought to our attention
by Sergeant Stratton.

Caucasian male, approximately
50 years of age.

He seemed different,

Gave orders, controlled the gun battle.

We tried every database available
but it didn't get a match.

His name is Gregor Barovsky, FSB.

He's specialized in Counter
Intelligence in Europe.

Responsible for the
deaths of nine MI6 agents.

The single most dangerous
man I've ever met.

A CV like that...

Why didn't he show up
on facial recognition?

'Cos he's former FSB.

He's been dead for 20 years.

If Barovsky is alive...

Stratton, Cummings, follow me!

Because Barovsky was
such a disruptive force,

And rising star within the FSB,

MI6 put together a task
force to take him down.

In '95 we put an operation in motion,

to out Barovsky as a double agent.

It was successful.

We turned the FSB on
their best operative.

We gathered Intel later that year,

that he'd been assassinated
by his own people.

He's been presumed dead for 20 years.

I cannot stress how dangerous
Barovsky is and how resourceful.

With this security breach, we
need to keep it tight and fast.

I'll deal directly
with Interpol.

Stratton will lead in the fields ops.

MI6, focus on who may buy or
use bio-chems and run support.

Support?

Sorry, when did Special Forces
start making calls for MI6?

Let's leave our egos out of this.

If not, Barovsky is
going to eat us alive.

Yes, Ma'am.

[A NEARBY INDUSTRIAL AREA WAS EVACUATED]

[SO FAR, 148 VICTIMS HAVE BEEN FOUND]

[ALTHOUGH SEARCH TEAMS WARN THAT,
THAT FIGURE IS LIKELY TO GROW]

Satan's Snow.

- This is only a ground
effort appointment. - Only?

This cyclosarine agent is designed
for high altitude dispersement.

As high as 1000 feet,
it can cover an area

100,000 times the
size of this village.

It seems like a primitive
test, to taunt us.

Rather than a sales pitch
to unload this stuff.

To really use and disperse
requires complex chemistry and tech.

There are only two bomb-makers,
we know of, likely able

to completely weaponize this substance.

Adnan Homsi.

His last known location is a Aleppo.

But it's questionable whether Barovsky
would risk entering a war zone.

- And Tariq Alawi.
- Interpol last places Alawi in Rome.

But this photo is a few years old.
No-one's got an eye on him ever since.

Cross-referencing with MI5 shows
that Alawi did work for the KGB.

Sounds like all roads lead to Rome.

Let's hit the field.

I agree. He's our most viable choice.

[MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN, ENTIRE
FAMILIES CUT DOWN AND STONED]

That's him.

Yeah, I see them now.

Got our man, plus one.

500 meters out. Alawi and one bodyguard.

Got him.

Let's go.

100 meters and closing at walking speed.

Go, Hank.

Get him in!

Tariq Alawi.

- Just Alawi, no need for first names.
- Here's another name for you.

Hasht Bandi?

Yes, what about it?

One CNN version is that
the Brits accidentally

scorched an Iranian
pharmaceutical factory...

Not without the nod from America.

I don't give a fuck about the politics!

- I think you and I know what was really
there. - Not cancer research?

Cyclosarine.

Satan's Snow.

And I think we both know that
it wasn't destroyed.

But stolen and transported from Iran.

Look, here's what I think.

If you were going to arrest
me, I would already be

on a transport to an American pit,

where they would pour
water down my throat.

But here I am, so why don't
you just get to the point?

We need information.

You were hired to build a
biological weapon recently.

OK, I'm not gonna bullshit here.

I know what you do and
you know what I do.

I build weapons for many people.

People who wants to blow
up their businesses,

Their boats or their wives,
maybe for the insurance.

Or terrorists to kill
whoever they please.

Yes, a client of mine.

He hired me to make a dispersal device.

A dispersal device?

Liquid into vapor, very light-weight.

He said what it was for?
Where or when?

What d'you mean like... Don't be
in Times Square on the 9th at 2:30?

No.

He pays, I make.

People die, not my problem.

You're responsible for the
deaths of thousands of people.

You're about to be responsible for
the deaths of hundreds of thousands.

I'm no different to you.

I just don't pretend
it's for a good cause.

An associate of mine has taken this.

He's a US Navy Seal sniper.

Of course I can't tell
you his name but...

I can tell you he was the highest
scoring marksman in his unit.

Five years in a row.

Besides the camera, he has a DMR.

Semi-automatic gas operated.

Chambered for the 7.6
GY-51 mm NATO cartridge.

600 meters is an easy shot.

He looks like you.

What is he? Five?

Six years old?

- I think we'll start with him.
- No!

- First target's the boy. - No!
- Roger that.

No, please! Please! Not my boy, please!

You have the target in your sights?

I have a clear shot.

OK. You look for a drone guy.

- On my command.
- OK, OK!

Greco. This is your man.

He's Russian but he uses a local name.

He makes dentist's
stuff, drills, micro...

Where is he?

He has a workshop across the Tiber.

That's all I know, I swear,
that's all I know, please.

Why don't you speak to your boy?
Tell him Daddy's alright?

Salam alaikum?

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

On second thoughts...

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

Pick a number between one and three.

Two.

Good answer.

Greco?

Greco!

So, what's the deal with Stratton?

What do you mean?

You've worked with him before.
What's he like?

I've only worked with him
twice, including Dugal.

Reserved, I suppose.

Keeps his cards close to his chest.

Reserved?

Marty never described him as reserved.

- You knew Marty?
- Yeah.

I did.

He and Stratton seemed to get on.

Marty never would have followed
Stratton unless he trusted him.

I had to know it's like a
Tennessee Hot Dog, you just...

seemed to know if
you were right or not.

He wasn't responsible for Marty's
death if that's what you're implying.

Sorry.

I don't think I was implying anything.

It's definitely his place.

Top floor.

Front's too exposed,
we'll go around the back.

Let's go.

Stratton, our drone maker is early.

Greco's entering the building and
he's brought muscle with him.

I got them too.

With bodyguards.

It means he's expecting someone.

- Stratton?
- Alright!

Come on! Come on!

Let's go!

[THEY SPEAK IN ITALIAN]

It's from a machine.
It's all I could find.

Oh, thanks.

Hang on.

I think we've got something.

It's too dark for an ID.

It's gotta be him. That's Barovsky.

- We should grab him right now!
- Wait!

He's useless to us without the bio.

[RADIO IN ITALIAN PLAYS
IN THE BACKGROUND]

[THEY SPEAK A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

You've brought some friends?

Your friend definition of trust, I see.

No, just a little precaution.

I'm sure you can understand.

See? That's him! Right there!

The target location is
pre-set on all four drones.

[WITHIN A TWO-MILE
RADIUS OF THE TARGET]

[ENTER THE LAUNCH CODE]

[THE GPS WILL LOCK]

[YOU THEN HAVE FIVE MINUTES]

You know well, Gregor, no-one else could
have done this for you the way I did.

But I've been working
hard on these drones.

I want to make sure
I'm compensated properly, you know?

[TV PLAYS IN ITALIAN]

Aggy, he found it, shit!

Who is watching?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Again, who is watching?

[SCREAMS IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

I didn't say anyone!

I would never betray you,
Gregor, please!

[SOBS IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Look! Take this fucking drone
and just please go away!

I don't want any trouble!
Please, Gregor!

For courage.

Gregor... Please!

What the hell is he looking for?

Us!

We shouldn't just be sitting here!
We should take him right now!

We don't have enough manpower.

We need full support, Stratton.

Look, we will follow
him to the chemicals

and then we're gonna
take him down. Aggy?

Call ops for back-up.

Wait! Wait! Fuck it!

Changing mags!

Aggy, block that van!

Oh shit!

Get in!

He's gone! Back in! Round the back!
Round the back!

Shit!

I quite like this park.

It's a memorial to ordinary people,

who died while trying to save others.

William Donald, Bayswater,

aged 19, railway clerk.

He was drowned while
trying to save a lad

from a dangerous
entanglement of weeds.

A dangerous entanglement of weeds.

The Victorians had a way
with words, didn't they?

What went wrong in Rome?

Barovsky spotted us.

Analysis of what you got from Greco?

Evidence from the
workshop suggests

the drone was secured as
one of four built for him.

I believe Barovsky has the
other three and the bio.

The target?

Until we can crack the guidance
module on the drone we have,

It's unknown to us.

Assuming of course that all four
drones have the same target.

Yes, exactly.

I've been going over Barovsky's file.

One name,

Sergei Orlov?

Barovsky's handler back then.

- You knew him?
-Hmm.

He was put in charge of
Barovsky's assassination.

His own friend and boss, Orlov,
signed his death warrant.

Once he was done,
he quickly rose to the rank.

In fact, two months ago,

he was appointed as the new
Minister of the Interior.

Fast track to the Prime Minister's job.

President, if he plays his cards right.

[SPEAKS IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Friend.

Thought I was your friend.

A true friend would have let
them carry out the sentence?

Put a bullet into your head?

I let you live.

So, Orlov doesn't kill his friend.
He stashes him somewhere out of loyalty.

And now I will let you
go and live this exile.

The British are targeting a
chemical facility in Iran.

We require it to fail.

We need some help on this one.

Maybe it will lead to a
way out in the future.

Dead British soldiers
from an Iranian soil

would be a political
coup for Moscow.

The money to finance this
operation is my car.

Leave the bio on site.

Make it look newsworthy.

Except he went missing three weeks ago.

Years go by, Barovsky stews...

- Wait for the right moment.
- For his revenge.

So, Barovsky's gone rogue,
and kept the bio for his own dues.

Come on, Stratton.

Stop dancing around it.

Why don't you ask me?

Much of Barovsky's file was classified.

I put it together with
some other sources

and did some
intelligent guessing.

One name kept cropping up.

I was a young field agent when I
was approached by my superiors

to join the operation to
discredit Barovsky.

I went to Cairo,
made contact with Barovsky,

and convinced him I was ready to turn.

For five months,

I gave up false information from MI.

While he watched me,

feeling me out to see if I was lying.

Things turned romantic.

I suppose I seduced him,
gained his trust.

An then, following orders,

I framed him as a double agent.

This may be personal.

Strike a blow to his former boss?

Or... I could still be in love with him?

Working with him from inside.

Stratton, you're my best and brightest.

I trust you'll figure out which.

[ALRIGHT, LET'S TAKE FIVE]

What is this?

I figured after Rome, I'd be relieved.

I just thought I'd get a head start.

- You're under my command
until further notice...- Look!

You gave me a shot and I blew it.

I almost got you,

the rest of the team and a whole
bunch of other people, killed.

- I'm surprised I haven't been brought
up on charges... - Come over here!

Sorry?

Come on!

You tell me again, why you
wanna rebuild the engine...

of a boat that will probably
fall apart with the vibrations

as soon as you start it up?

Is it so unnatural for
a boat not to sail?

Oh, is this the new Yank?

- Hank, this is Ross.
- A pleasure to meet you, Sir.

Yeah, you can call me "Sir"
when I've been knighted.

Any day now, they tell me.

Oh, know anything about
being on the water?

Hank's a Navy Seal.

Yeah, ask him if he knows
about being on the water,

I don't care what he knows
about being under the water.

I spent most of my life avoiding it.

Never saw the attraction.

My parents are 35 footer
right off Manteo.

I spent most of my summers
on it growing up.

Oh, well, well, I am impressed.
A 35 footer, you say?

Hmm.

All fitted out nice?

- Yeah!
- Curtains?

A nautical theme your mum picked out.

Blue and ivory!

Cute little sailing
boats in the light?

Yeah!

Yeah.

Well, pardon me while I...

fart "la vie en rose"...

Here.

He likes you.

The Queen!

The Queen!

Now, I remember distinctly,

the first time I met
that young codfish.

Could've been more
than nine years old.

Always hanging about the lock.

Took pity on him, finally.

One day when I found myself
in need of ballast.

His parents had died when he was young.

I put him into care in North London.

The staff, they got a family here to...

take him in but he was
really raised down here,

on the boats by me.

This wreck of a human.

My third wife, a consummate
bitch from Mumbai,

took a special liking to the boy.

I always felt she was
too good for the lad,

put him on the worst jobs,
cleaning the day's catch...

I tried to discourage him. He loved it!

What do you think he liked about it?

Everything!

And the sea, of course.

I love getting up before the Sun,
freezing bloody cold.

Bundled up so I could barely move.

I love the old man and the crass jokes.

You're the kind of man you can trust
with your life, when you did.

- You want?
- That's good.

Spinks!

Ma'am?

From our initial
deciphering on the module,

these numbers appear to be possible
course directions and altitudes.

- But not the GPS coordinates?
- It's the code for the coordinates.

But we do know the flight pattern
for this particular drone.

Presumably the other three drones that
Barovsky acquired, similar modules.

Programmed flight
patterns but no longer

do the latitudes narrow
down the targets.

And without those
longitudes and latitudes,

We have no idea of where
it'll actually be launched from.

We can make out a bit of
a waterway here but...

That's it. There's nothing else.

Have you attempted to enhance the image?

It's pixelated. Frozen as it is.

We have enhanced it to match
it with two Italian cities.

Anywhere the size of a river
like Rome or Florence, but

- none remotely fit, so it's likely...
- It's likely Barovsky's on the move.

More the quicker,
now he knows about us.

Three drone crates,
the weapon canisters.

He's had ample time to arrange
transport out of Italy.

Barovsky's murders in Ukraine
are likely a statement.

After all these years,
he's out for vengeance.

Telling the Russians:

"I could destroy you."

Since this image could
very well be Moscow,

I'm going to have to
share this Intel and...

ask for their help.

Cummings, you'll coordinate that
effort once I have clearance from

Downing Street and Washington.

Yes, Madam.

Let's hope Barovsky is not too far gone.

[HI THERE!]

You're in shock, agent
Cummings, as you should be.

Your handler Orlov is dead,
and now you are my mole.

My MI6 traitor.

In case you doubt the
danger you're now in,

I have a duplicate of this file

ready to send to your esteemed boss.

Gisela Sumner.

You task is to return the device

that your colleagues
stole from me in Rome.

It holds a secret that must
not be discovered by them.

The longer it remains with your agency,

the greater the risk to my mission.

I will have my revenge,

and you just may survive.

if you do as I say.

- Messages?
- On your desk, Ma'am. - Thank you.

Morning.

Ma'am?

Ah, Cummings.

The PM and Washington are
back-channeling any joint investigation

with the Kremlin. You and I liaise.

Of course, yes, the sooner the better.

But I think I may have found what
you've been looking for, though, Ma'am.

A bit more detail, Cummings?

In regards to the intelligence
share with Moscow, and

getting something out of it.

I know this is a big
concern of yours, so I...

found this.

This is an American journalist
who's been held captive

almost a year now in Chechnya.

- Thomas Miller.
- Yes.

I believe Moscow had denied any
knowledge of his whereabouts.

- Which is of course nonsense.
- Absolutely.

Getting his release in
exchange for our Intel share,

that would go a long
way with the Yanks.

Maybe even erase some of the...

embarrassment of the Iranian cock-up.

Ma'am.

I would count it as returning a kidnap
victim to his family, but...

I shall make the call.
Thank you, Cummings.

Thank you, Ma'am.

So, I see that Miller weighed 81 Kilos
before the Chechens grabbed him?

I bet he's lost...what?

Eight or nine on Hash's ration?

There'll be a medic and some
food for him at the embassy.

Do the Russians even
have a word for plan?

There's Miller. Finally.

What...? What the hell was that?

You just shot your own...
who the fuck...?

Shaolin?

I guess that Kung-fu didn't
come in too handy over there.

The fuck, no! No, you can't do that! No!

- Spirit of cooperation?
- Hmm.

You're Stratton, right?

I'm Borodin Pavel. This is agent Volkov.

I'm slightly more interested
in Mr Miller, no offence.

Of course, of course.
Do you have the module?

Well, he's a little worse than expected.

These Chechens scum wanted to
ruin his return, we suppose.

You know, no photo up?

Mr Miller?

Mr Thomas Miller?

From Indianapolis, Indiana?

We'll get you cleaned
up back at the embassy.

Your captors did this to
you before your release?

They did but I'm OK.

The drone control module and all
our files on Gregor Barovsky.

He's a very dangerous
man, we will handle him.

[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

Shit!

Well, that went completely
fucking parachute!

Why does Barovsky even start
pulling off something like that?

Move him slow. I have some idea. Aggy?

Can you get Sumner on a secure line?
I'm coming back.

[I'M WILLING TO HEAR YOUR
REASONING, SERGEANT, OF COURSE]

Primary is the ambush in Hasht Bandi.

It was clear that Barovsky knew we
were gonna be there in advance.

Secondary is yesterday's
exchange with the alleged FSB.

Again there were warnings.

Both were top level, highly
classified missions.

Then only person outside these
walls who knew of both...

was agent Cummings.

I'm in line with Sergeant Stratton's
new thinking on the drone module,

it was also agent Cummings who
suspended our search in that area.

The first time got
Marty Sturgess killed.

And yesterday we were lucky
enough to get out...

Do I need to say how serious
these accusations are?

What are we talking about, Stratton?

We know that that Barovsky's in
possession of four weapon canisters...

But only three drones.

His operation yesterday took
extensive effort and time.

- Extensive effort and time for...
- For a module he no longer needs.

On the surface, yes.

Surely if a man like Barovsky wants
to stop us handing it over, it...

Must have a value we missed.

Restart all efforts on the module.

Tear it to pieces.
Find what we're missing.

Already begun, Ma'am. We're
downloading the material as we speak.

I'll deal with agent Cummings.

[CUMMINGS IS GONE]

[SECURITY LOCK JAM'S WIPED OUT AND
OF COURSE, HIS PHONE IS OFF]

[HE'LL BE HEADED FOR BAROVSKY]

[BAROVSKY AND THE DRONES
MUST REMAIN THE PRIORITY]

Yes, Ma'am.

Hey, Aggy, look at this.

They're longitudes and latitudes.

It's just rotated.

No, it's inverted.

It's resolving giving us the target.

Oh, my God...

London!

Sumner's office.

These are pre-programmed
command modules.

Once one is on route, there's
no need for human guide.

So, if Barovsky has any of those drones
airborne, he can vanish immediately.

He's been coming here all along.

Thames Estuary, we may have something.

At 0600, MCA reported contacting
a shipping vessel for violation.

For shutting down
its tracking beacon.

Did they board and search?

The ship’s Captain complied
almost immediately

claiming a brief electrical failure,

but before a unit was sent out.

Hmmm.

"MB Baffin Strait" out of Amsterdam.

Track it down and send
its location to SBS.

It looks like it's received docking
permission for Canary Wharf.

East London.

[THEY SPEAK A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Ground assistance, Ma'am?
- Send the nearest two units.

Have them coordinate with Stratton.

This is Dolphin 1, listen for orders.

Dolphin 2, confirm task:
assaulting ship from portside.

Dolphin 1 and 3, primary task: help
secure three bio-weapon drones.

Prevent X-rays from leaving
ship area with drone weapons.

Any puncture to drone casing
will cause gas to release.

If this does occur, they must be
destroyed with your low 8 round.

Heat is the only way to destroy the bio.

I see two drones.
One quay side, one on crane.

[THEY SPEAK IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Let's move!

2-1, X-ray down, portside!

Go!

Barovsky!

Go! Go!

[GO, GET INSIDE! MOVE!]

[2-20, C-UNIT DOWN, I'M CALLING MAYDAY]

Come on! Come on!

[BOAT TWO IS DOWN]

Jump in!

Come on! Come on!

We're not gonna make the bridge!

I have no shot of Barovsky!
The drone's in the way!

Fucking bridge!

[BAROVSKY'S GONE INTO THE CANAL SYSTEM]

[ZERO, I WANT A VEHICLE
TO SURREY QUAY, NOW!]

[WE'LL CONTINUE SEARCH ON LAND]

[WE'RE ON OUR WAY NOW, SO...]

Come on!

Hello, Aggy!

How are you, my love?

Move the car.

You know Barovsky's finished.

You should have run while
you had the chance.

Aggy, listen, alright?

I never wanted it to come to this.
This was never supposed to happen.

This was never part of my plan, alright?

You do trust me?

You have to believe me.

There's a special place in hell for you.

For you and for Barovsky.

Take the next left.

Take the next left. There!

At least we took two drones
out of place, Stratton.

Aggy?

[LET ME TAKE YOU IN]

Help us find the drone,
it's not too late...

... you stop!

[PLEASE... YOU KNOW HE TRICKED ME]

[HE BLACKMAILED ME]

[NOT EVEN ORLOV OF THE FSB]

[KNEW WHY HE WAS ON
MISSION WITH BAROVSKY]

This wasn't how he was
supposed to finish it up.

I never agreed to any of this.

Then, don't do it!

You don't have to do this.

Yeah, I do.

You see over there?

That's what you are looking for.

Oh, Aggy...

I don't want to do this.

What is it?

What is this place?

This...

this is...

absolution!

Aggy?

Help!

I'm here.

Aggy, are you alright? [STOP!]

[AGGY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?]

[CUMMINGS IS DEAD.
HE WAS TRYING TO SHOW ME SOMETHING]

Fucking hell!

Go, go, go, go, right!

[THEY SPEAK IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Stratton, I'm in a bus carriage
off Camden High Street, I think.

Spinks? Get a trace on Aggy's phone.

Canal Street garage?

[CANAL STREET GARAGE]

Lime Street, it has to be.

Four men.

And Barovsky.

Eyes on the drone.

I repeat: Eyes on the drone.

We're on the move.

Come on! Move, move, move, move!

[COME ON, AGGY, HELP US FIND YOU.
GIVE US SOMETHING! ANYTHING!]

[AGGY, I NEED YOU TO
TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE,]

[A STREET SIGN, ANYTHING,
ANYTHING YOU RECOGNIZE,]

[ANY BUILDINGS?
ANY MONUMENTS?]

Come on, Aggy, give us something.

Trafalgar Square, Nelson's Column.

- Shhhhhhhh...
- Argh!

So many buses!

[HANG ON, I HAVE AN IDEA]

[STRATTON, LOOK OUT FOR A CAMERA FLASH]

Spinks, how close is the bus?

[SHE SHOULD BE THERE, HER SIGNAL
IS RIGHT ON TOP OF YOURS]

There she is!

- Top deck, number 9 bus, right there.
- OK, we got the bus, we're in pursuit.

[AGGY, WE HAVE YOU]

Spinks, we're following
them through the park.

Dispatching CTU
now, ETA 4 minutes.

[OK, THIS IS THE BEST
OPTION TO TAKE HIM DOWN]

[FEWER PEOPLE THAN
ON THE STREETS]

[YOU'RE AUTHORIZED TO ENGAGE]

Let's take him!

Hank, stop the bus!

Hank, grenade!

[WE LOST CONTACT, ZERO-FOUR-FIVE]

[SECURITY RELEASE CODE 4-5, OVER?]

NO RESPONSE, SIR.
[I REPEAT: NO CONTACT]

CTU two minutes out.
I repeat: zero-two minutes.

Oh, shit!

Shit.

Move! Move! Go! Go! Go!
Get in position!

Move it! Go!

Shoot on target!

Fire!

Where are you off to?

A few weeks R&R?

Which for me, means my
sofa, a good book and tea.

Oh, it sounds very nice right about now.

And it does.

You know, we couldn't have put
this together without you?

Thanks, John.

Oh...

Over the next few weeks while
you're recovering on your sofa,

you might feel the need for dinner and
something a little stronger than tea?

If I do...

I think you should remember what a
wise man told me about Napoleon.

And what was that?

Show up and see what happens.

Where are they sending you next?

Well...

I was thinking that I would
hang around here for a while.

I like the weather.

Plus, they send me back home and...

I'll just get into more trouble.

Wouldn't want that.

You were right, by the way.

About what?

About Marty.

Even with everything that happened,

it's not enough.

No.

No, it never is.

Still...

It was pretty good!

Come on, you two!
There's fishing to be done!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Translation and subtitles by
PEPPER & LALASPAIN
*** SONG LIVES FOR EVER ***