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Equivalent of an atomic bomb.

You mentioned jihadists?

They have secured a deal for this device.

If we do this together,

Emperia's mine to take home to Russia.

We just want the people he's meeting.

Just discovered a backdoor into our systems.

He's accessed every bit of intel we've had.

If there is anything I can ever do to help...

Yeah, there's a couple of fellas coming into town.

I wouldn't mind you putting them in the system.

-I will. -Just got a lead on Zayef from Mahir.

We have eyes on hostiles.

We got some unexpected company.

Now we grab Emperia, that's the mission.

Package secure, moving for exfil.

Anyone else want to be a fucking hero?

-What's the plan, boss?

-Not our fight.

-What if they start popping civvies?

-Wyatt, moving!

-Grenade!

Move, move, move!

-I can't see where you coming from

But I know just what you runnin' from

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

But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder

Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now

And doin' things just to please your crowd

When I love you like the way I love you

And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you

'Cause this ain't no place for no hero

This ain't no place for no better man

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

This ain't no place for no hero

This ain't no place for no better man

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

-I'll need my package back and the name of the buyer.

-You think you're the first person to try and rob from me?

-I came here to make a deal. You are the thief.

-You put that gun down.

-Now! -Danny.

-I'm sick of your fucking bullshit, Topal.

-Just give them what they want.

We have enough.

-It's not a question of enough.

-In the basement.

Safe.

We go.

-So, ladies and gentlemen,

welcome so much to our little fundraiser.

I want you all to look deep inside your hearts

and give... generously.

-This is gonna be a problem.

-Put everything in the bag. Everything!

-Jewelry, take it all.

-Have you removed the device from the lockbox?

-No, it's still calibrating.

-You never said they were people like this.

-Because I didn't think you'd be stupid enough

to turn up, sirens blaring!

-I'm a policeman.

-Hey, hey, we can still track these...

-No, no, enough.

You used me. People have died.

This is not your town.

-Yoni, listen to me. -No, no, I mean it.

Leave before I arrest you.

-It's gone. -What?

-The fucking safe is burnt through

and my package is gone.

-That's impossible. -Where is it?

-Topal, just stop.

-You know this piece of shit?

-A long time ago.

-Is that what this is all about?

Some girl from the old neighborhood?

And what now, you... you think if you get the money,

she come running back to you?

Is that it, you little piece of shit?

-No. No more.

Take the package away!

-Move to RV3, move!

-Move! -Moving.

Move!

Move, move!

-Is that your best shot, taxi boy?

-You got nothing.

Nothing.

-Yada!

Just let him go. He's nothing.

-It was an accident.

Rivkah.

-Don't you dare touch me.

-Bravo Three, sitrep. -Zero, I'm heading west.

Bump key reset complete.

-Almost there. Closing in on RV3.

-Copy. I'm two clicks south.

-Fuck.

You. You changed the combination.

-Mate, I can't help you.

Have you tried tech support?

-No, no, no, no. It was you.

Haim still needed to know the numbers.

-All right, you got me.

Four, five, eight, nine.

-You're just going to tell me?

-I didn't realize I had options.

-You should think very carefully

about your next move?

Yeah.

I don't think.

It's my secret power.

-You would die to protect it?

-Do you even know what it does?

It's just an object to you.

Worth something but worth killing for?

I don't think so.

-He already did. Yada Haim, all the way down.

-How's that working out for you, mate?

-I feel fine, thank you.

-I remember what it's like.

I went from fixing old jeeps in the desert

to a covert op in a Libyan nightclub.

Shit hits the fan.

I never told anyone it was my first kill.

I didn't want to look weak, you know?

-You think that's what this is about?

-Yeah, don't you?

-I just need the combination.

-I never stopped to ask myself

if this is what I really wanted.

You've still got that choice.

-Danny!

-She talks too fucking much.

-No, Danny.

Danny, Danny.

No, no!

-Danny.

-How the fuck can't you find her?

-Sergeant, we are all concerned here.

We need to keep our emotions in check.

-No, we should be out there kicking in doors.

-And which doors do you suggest?

-Danny's door.

That's what Topal called the guy on his crew, Danny.

I've been running checks on our records,

but I'm drawing blanks.

What about your police friend?

-He's not picking up. I'll keep trying him.

-What about Russian SVR files, foreign intelligence?

Surely they would have a list

of any known players in the region.

-And if I access the system from your computers,

it's going to raise a lot more difficult questions for me

when I get home.

-Maybe you could just tell them

you're fucking us over again, how about that?

-This is Novin we're talking about.

-Israeli male, late 20s...

-James?

-Nine letters.

A pungent tempest.

Come on. You do the Sunday crossword.

Nine letters. Pungent tempest.

Shitstorm.

That's the word I'm looking for.

-Listen, James, we were forced to engage.

If we had any other choice, I assure you...

-Shots fired there echo over here, Alexander.

It's not worth it. Withdraw your people.

-There's another thing.

The people that have the stolen Russian tech,

they also grabbed one of our own,

Lance Corporal Novin.

And you want me to sanction a rescue.

This level of noise needs a worthy payoff,

something to justify the mess we're making.

So... if you want your soldier back,

secure the package,

eliminate the Russian operative,

and clean up our trail.

Are we clear?

-Yes, sir.

-We think we know where Novin is.

-A place called the towers

in the notorious Neve Sha'anan district.

-What's the link with this Danny guy?

-SVR files mention a number of persons of interest,

including a dealer by the name of Danny Dahan

who runs his business from the towers.

So if they're gonna take her anywhere...

-We go in covert.

Zero and I will provide external support.

Grab our soldier back and secure the stolen Russian tech.

-Secure it for Russia.

-Here.

You're part of the team.

-Four numbers, that's it.

Then this is all over?

-I know mate, but I'm not gonna make it easy for you.

I just can't do that.

-Mr. Haim, are you ready to make a deal?

-Just a moment.

-So where is Haim now?

-Haim's dead, but...

I have what you want.

-Why should I believe you?

-I don't care whether you believe me or not.

There are other buyers.

-I doubt that very much.

Talk to me.

Let's make a deal.

-Throwing out some intel to the cop about Topal,

in case we're wrong about this.

-We'd better not be.

Comms check.

-Yep, good check.

-How long have you two been buddies?

-Since we were little kids.

-Kind of cute how you still take orders from him.

-This isn't gonna work, you know?

His parents, they fed and clothed me

after mine kicked me out.

Topal is my boy.

-He also asked you to wait.

-I'm impatient.

It's my flaw.

Arabs, Jews.

It's just a different way to divide us.

But rich people don't care about that.

They care about money.

So I'll keep doing this as long as it takes,

as hard as it gets, until you talk.

You get one breath.

-Ready to talk?

Four zeroes.

-Four fucking zeroes?

-Four zeroes.

-Shit, you're actually saying the truth.

I fucking broke you?

-Zero, we're heading into the west-side stairwell.

-Start from the bottom and work our way up, I guess.

-Danny.

-Where is she? What happened?

-We have a runner.

A woman moving from the fifth floor, east block.

I've put a bounty on her. Capture or fucking kill her!

-Yeah, that doesn't sound good.

Let's move.

-Fucking bitch!

-It's okay. It's okay.

-What the hell is this?

They're coming from fucking everywhere.

-This isn't us.

Clear.

-Sounds like the action's upstairs.

-Yeah, no shit.

-We should be tooled up for this.

-I agree, but you want to talk tactics now?

-I'm just saying.

-Time and a place, mate.

Zarkova?

Tango down.

-Down.

Let's get upstairs.

-Novin. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-About time.

-Holy shit, I thought we'd lost you.

You good?

-Bloody awesome.

-Fucking hell.

You're a weapon, kid.

-Package?

-Yeah, I'm fine, baby. Thanks for asking.

-Well, we're not out of it yet.

Let's keep moving.

-You need a shoulder? -No.

Yeah, maybe. Fuck.

-Let's go. -Yeah.

-Zero, package secured.

We're moving out.

Let's move.

-Stay with me, baby. Stay with me.

-Hello.

-You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

-Bravos, sitrep.

-Keep moving.

I was looking for that.

-Bravos.

Bravos, sitrep.

-It's just wax.

-I'm Russian. I don't get one.

-Bravos, please respond.

-What was that?

-So this is it, I guess.

An execution on the fifth floor, great.

-Speak again, I'll fucking shoot you.

-Confirm floor number.

Fifth floor.

-On your knees.

-It's gonna be that kind of party.

-Ascending the block opposite them.

-Yes, sir.

What part of the building?

North, one tap. South, two.

South, fifth floor.

One tap to confirm.

Bravo Four confirms fifth floor, south apartment.

-I need to know what it does,

how much it is worth,

everything about it.

-Well, I think I speak

on behalf of everybody here

when I say go fuck yourself.

Sure about that?

-Hey, do you pick on her because she's a woman

or because she's got bigger balls than all of you?

-I broke her once.

I'm fucking looking forward to break her again.

-Well, you're not exactly a genius, then, are you?

She knows everything,

so you put a bullet in her head, and guess what.

That conversation ends pretty fucking...

Yeah, that feels better.

-Don't fucking move.

Right, which apartment is it?

Open window, shuttered, white curtain, green.

-Topal, man, come on.

-I'm giving you to the count of three.

Wyatt!

-We're not giving these guys shit.

You didn't go through all that for nothing.

Fuck you. -You know, my aunt

used to have green blinds like this in her house

and I fucking...

-Green blinds. -Yeah, got it.

All right, listen to me closely.

-One.

-I'm directly opposite you, elevation about 30 degrees.

The window's divided into six panes.

Top left, one. Top right, two.

Middle left, right, three, four.

Bottom left, right, five, six.

-Two.

-Two taps. Top right pane.

-Standing ready for target.

Two taps to fire.

Three.

-Everybody down. -Fire at will.

-Sitrep.

-Sitrep?

-Yeah, I think we're good.

-Fuck me, Wyatt. That was way too close.

-Never in doubt. Nice work, Zarkova.

Bravos good. Checking for package.

-I suggest we make ourselves scarce.

You have a lovely home.

-Where the fuck is Topal?

-Rivkah.

What happened...

it was an accident?

I'm not like the others.

I'm not a bad person.

-See? Let's just talk.

-Okay.

Okay.

-I'm sorry.

-Boss, I just got off the phone with Spiegel.

He got the Imperiya device.

-Sorry, who the fuck is Spiegel?

-He's Mac's little cop buddy.

-Okay. -Dickhead.

So I tipped him off about Topal and Rivkah Haim.

Suggested it might work out

for him to keep watch on Haim's place, and it's paid off.

-What, you shared confidential information with a civilian?

-He's not a civilian. He's technically a copper.

Could we skip to the bit

where everyone's delighted at what I've just done?

Imperiya?

-Well, is he gonna just hand it over to us or what?

-Probably not,

but it's in the evidence lockup at Triasa Station,

which is basically the shithole of Tel Aviv cop shops.

-We could just walk in and take it.

-With a bit of ingenuity, yeah.

-We retrieve that device,

I'm still taking it back home to Russia.

-My God. Absolutely.

-I'm sorry, I wasn't asking a fucking question, Alexander.

Can we be honest with each other?

-Look, I haven't kept anything from you.

-Did you show up?

-Meaning? -You know exactly what I mean.

You said we'd meet one time in Istanbul,

see if there was anything outside all...

-No, I didn't show up. -Did you?

-Did you?

-Wouldn't be asking the question if I had.

-You done?

-I'm not sure this conversation

is entirely appropriate.

That's funny, because you used to really love inappropriate.

-Okay.

-I can still do this by myself, you know.

-This is fantastic.

McAllister, Novin, would you accompany Captain Zarkova

to the police station, please?

-What about me sir, please?

-Um, I have something else in mind for you.

-Copy.

-We'll need the route to the evidence locker.

Have you got the station schematics?

-Good to go?

-I gave up the code.

I fucking folded.

-You didn't fold.

You bought yourself some time and it paid off.

-I wasn't thinking tactically, Wyatt.

I just... I just didn't want to die.

-Not wanting to die is not a weakness.

-It is for a soldier.

-There he is.

-I appreciate the tip. It was very useful.

-Hey, it was a long shot. You made it work.

-My boss was very pleased

that I could apprehend such a dangerous criminal.

-Of course he was. How was it?

-It was tough. It was tough.

I gave the Tango the option to surrender, but...

-Tango?

-Yeah, someone's picking up on the lingo.

-Captain Zarkova. Lance Corporal Gracie Novin.

They just wanted to come in and congratulate you.

-We heard you were very brave.

-No, I just... I was doing my job.

-You filled out all the paperwork

for Topal's stuff yet?

-No. I'm only halfway through it.

-Well, they shouldn't make a hero fill out forms, anyway.

-I'm not a hero.

They've got people from the Israeli Security Agency

coming in to examine the evidence

I recovered from Topal.

They were just on the phone. Those guys are rude.

-Hey, I need to be a little bit rude, actually.

Just want to take a last look at some bits of intel

on Danny Dahan's mob.

-You are killing me here, McAllister.

-Speegs.

-We might just leave you guys to it, then, yeah?

-It's lovely to meet you. -Yes, you are lovely too.

To meet you. Also it's lovely.

-Good-bye.

Fuck.

-Right, we...

We have an additional set of orders.

Whitehall wants us to hang on to the Imperiya device...

and then they want us to clean house.

-I'm sorry, clean house?

You mean put a bullet in Zarkova, right?

-She's on a legitimate op.

That device belongs to Russia.

It's one thing to take it from her, but a kill order...

-We have no choice.

-Yeah.

Who's the one you want to get their hands dirty?

-Well, McAllister and Novin are fine soldiers, but...

-Yeah, but they might have an issue with it, right?

-But I trust you for this one.

-I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.

-It's neither. It's an order.

-All right, Alexander.

-Well, that was easy.

-So are you here to help or just to keep an eye on me?

-You're the one with the medal, baby.

I'm just trying to keep up.

-It's good, you know,

after all this time, you still don't trust me.

-I trust you. I actually missed you.

Guess I don't really have any friends outside of this?

-There was no medal, Gracie.

I did not return home a hero.

Few months in military prison, which was fine,

but then I got a job at a supply depot

counting fucking blankets.

Command said I'd betrayed my country by helping Twenty.

What the fuck?

You pulled their nuts out of the fire.

-And to admit that would be to admit

that they were in trouble in the first place,

so this device, Imperiya,

it really is my last chance to...

-Get your life back to where it was

before you met us dickheads.

-Well, I wasn't going to say dickheads, but...

25/1A.

Yes.

-Sweet as.

You're taking it?

-Somebody's got to take it out of here.

-Yeah, I know.

It's just that...

-Gonna take it from me?

-Get down!

Bravo Three, contact.

-Copy that. Package secure.

We're in trouble.

-And we don't have weapons. Shit.

-There must be something.

Alpha Zero, how long to backup?

-On our way. Two minutes.

Get outside for evac.

Chetri!

-Swap ya?

-Good luck.

Yeah.

-Let's go.

-Shit.

-The guys on the phone...

I thought they were Israeli Security, but...

I'm so fucking stupid!

All that shit about me being super-cop,

you were just using me.

-Spiegel, no!

Spiegel, stop!

Spiegel?

Yoni?

Yoni, come on.

Yoni!

I tried to stop him.

-Mac, we're clear, mate.

Let's get a move on.

Shit, mate. I'm sorry.

-I told him to stay down. Didn't listen.

-Come on, mate. We gotta go.

Mac.

Package?

-Secure.

-Back on. Zarkova.

Let's go.

Zero, package secured. Heading for exfil.

-Zero, contact! Requesting backup!

-Zarkova!

-Zarkova!

Where the fuck is she going?

-Fucking can't believe it!

Zero, Bravo Four has the package.

She's in a police vehicle headed south!

-Copy.

With you for evac in one minute.

-She played us.

I knew it. I fucking knew it!

-We did have orders to do the same to her and worse.

She should never have had the device.

Someone else should've secured it first.

-That's enough with the chat. Let's get ready to come in hot.

-Thank you.

-Moving!

-Changing!

-Boss, I have the kill shot. Do I take it?

-No.

No, focus on the targets!

-Contact rear, contact rear!

-Shit!

Take those fucking Tangos!

-More Tangos inbound!

-Fuck!

-She is coming.

You should sacrifice yourself.

-What? -So I can get free.

-Gun jam! Gun down!

-Boss, we're getting bumjacked!

-Zayef, we have transport coming.

There's no need for sacrifice.

-Brother,

I'm joking.

I will cover you.

Now. Go, go!

-Boss, we gotta move!

-Yeah, this isn't good!

Bravo Four, this is Zero Alpha.

We are pinned.

Multiple rear Tangos.

Request covering fire.

I repeat, Tangos front and rear.

Katrina, we need backup.

Incoming rear support!

Bravo Four, get clear. You're in the open.

-Moving out!

-Wyatt, on me! -Moving up!

-Clear. -Clear.

-Rear all clear. -Katrina, copy?

Bravo Four, copy?

Katrina!

-I know I'm not easy sometimes.

I had this made for you.

Just like Mother used to have.

-Thank you.

-Covert anti-terror unit.

Say it.

-Covert anti-terror unit.

-And yet we have public shoot-outs.

A police station has turned into the fucking "Wild Bunch."

Two terror suspects who have escaped

with the very device that we were trying to keep from them.

Just remind me again what Imperiya does.

-It has the ability to shut down

a city's infrastructure.

-And in the event of a terror attack,

that would be very fucking bad news, wouldn't it?

-We've recovered phones

from some of the jihadi cell members.

They may furnish us with a number of leads.

-You failed, Alexander.

On all counts.

So don't give me maybes.

Give me results.

What about Captain Zarkova?

-Killed in action.

Right.

I supposed I should get on the back channels,

let the Russians know.

-Thank you. -Don't thank me.

If Imperiya is used in conjunction

with a terrorist attack,

that will be down to you.

No protection,

no way out.

-I understand.

It's not enough to serve alongside someone.

You have to trust them too.

Katrina Zarkova may have been Russian special forces...

But she was also one of us.

-She was a dirty Russian bastard, sir.

Yes.

Nevertheless.

-Seriously?

-He's right. You did piss off with the device, didn't you?

-And you weren't going to take it from me or worse?

-You know how it goes.

You get orders. You follow 'em.

Most of the time.

-Are we gonna drink these or not?

-To Zarkova. -Zarkova.

-Zarkova. -Zarkova.

-Is this really necessary?

-You're dead. It's tradition.

Okay.

-Dead don't get a drink.

-Apparently, this time, they do.

-Yes, they do.

-So I guess this is good-bye.

Do svidanya.

-Adios.

-Ta-da.

-I'm glad you stayed alive, Lance Corporal.

-Thank you, Captain.

-I'll show you out.

-You know, I actually get the feeling

that Zarkova hasn't been a captain for a while, right?

-Yeah, what are you now?

-Second lieutenant, probably.

Now I am...

nothing.

I'll send you a postcard, short stuff.

-Don't forget the stamp, you stingy bastard.

-I know he wasn't one of us, but...

he was a good kid.

In the wrong job.

Spiegel.

All: Spiegel.

-This'll get you to Beirut.

And something to get you settled.

-Lisette Moravcikova.

I don't really look like a Lisette.

-What will you do?

I mean, I can't ever go home, as you know.

My whole life has been about the military,

about the service, and...

and now that's gone, I...

-Yeah.

-Maybe it's not such a bad feeling.

You should try it.

-I've got...

-Responsibilities?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-I don't know, maybe...

Maybe once this job's done.

One last mission.

There's always one last mission.

-Take care.

-I can't see where you coming from

But I know just what you runnin' from

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

But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder

'Cause this ain't no place for no hero

This ain't no place for no better man

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

Got a possible location on Zahir.

You look like you're havin' a bad day, mate.

It's about to get worse.

Let me go, your friends live.

Cease fire!

-We have no leads. -I'm grateful we're all alive.

We gave off cues to the intel.

Probably sound a lot like the same cues for, "Please stop hitting me."

Get down!