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He switched
his aim from head to vest.

- Why would he do that?
- I don't know.

We all know that
Vartek's dirty, right?

When I mentioned the nukes,
she drew a blank.

Well, that takes her off
the Kingfisher List, right?

What are they?

I believe they're referred to

as portable tactical
nuclear devices.

I've got the intel moving,
let's move!

Go!

It's possible
I could retrieve information

with the right equipment,

but we've lost everything
in the crypt attack.

I know a way, but you're
not going to like it.

Pavel! How you doing, bro?

- Are you fucking crazy?
- We need to use your equipment.

"We?" She actually said "we."

- What have you discovered?
- A Kingfisher.

Bravo One, stay on the truck.

Got shots of the driver.

Should be able to dig in.
Track him.

Why didn't you kill me?

It is your people
who are behind this.

Did he say anything at all?

Not a word.

You are a very good driver.

You were unlucky to be spotted

crossing Punchan territory.

But you were spotted.

It must be very valuable cargo

to take a risk like this.

Well, Dagon?

Is it a good day?

Yes, boss.

I believe it is.

♪ 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 ♪

Idiot!

Bravo still trying
to get eyes on you?

Yeah, copy that.

You think your contact
will deliver, boss?

She'd better.

This is some kind of shithole.

Looks like my kind of place.

Alexander.

How come you never age?

Oh, I've aged.

Just on the inside.

Lauren Gillespie, DEA.
You want a beer?

- Yeah.
- Yes, please.

I got it.

So I hear you're looking
for a package.

We're tracking it
from India to Myanmar.

Thought we'd lost it.

Our intel analyst
pulled up these.

Uh, looks like
your classic hijacking.

You see the way the body's
strung up like that?

It's a warning.

"Stay off my routes."

Whose routes
are we talking about?

Oh, well, this is where
it gets fun.

Jean-Baptiste Zaza.

Punchan cartel.

Controls the majority
of meth production in the area.

He escaped the Rwandan genocide
at 19, he washes up in Asia.

Machetes his way up the ladder
from drug runner to drug lord.

All you need to know
is that this...

is the fucking wild west.

And this province
of Punchan here?

Well, it's unique.

It operates as an
independent state

within Myanmar.

You know, which means it's got
its own law enforcement

and military, all of whom get
sizeable kickbacks from Zaza.

Which brings me
to rule number one:

He cannot be touched.

If he stole the nukes,
we're not going in gentle.

And if he dies, there'll be
a bloodbath to replace him.

I'm sorry, if you want my help,
you've gotta follow my lead.

Maybe we don't need your help.

Well, good luck.

Jungle out there is a dead zone.

Zaza has so many off-book assets

it'll take you months
to compile it.

I mean, hell, I have been here
for three years

and I've barely
scratched the surface.

We keep the package,

DEA gets the credit,

and we'd very much appreciate
your help.

If the jungle's a dead zone...

what does Zaza use for comms?

Zaza has his own relay station

set up in the jungle
for private communication.

You knock that out, he's forced
to use regular radio.

Then you can eavesdrop
on his signal.

Find out what he's doing,
where he is.

Maybe even where
he's hiding the packages.

Tell you what,
let's play a game.

Everyone around this table
who has a map

of Zaza's relay stations,
take a drink.

You think we will find
the nukes?

I'm pretty confident.

Well, because you're good
at your job.

You can find anything.

This here is where
modern warfare's

pretty much won and lost.

That's also a little bit...
How do you say?

A little bit creepy, yes?

Don't "how do you say" me,
Captain.

You know exactly
what the word was.

Bravo, may have X-rays inbound.

"May"?

Either we do or we don't.
You do.

Are you expecting company?

Well, this guy's been after me

ever since I sent
his brother down.

Boss, we have
three tangos inbound.

I figured
you'd take care of them.

We're not armed.

These guys have
semiautomatics and shotguns.

We gotta move.

Do you have a weapon?

Oh, come on.

How did I know you'd be unarmed?

I will not let you
take me in like my brother.

Fine.

Let them go.
They're unimportant.

- What the hell was that?
- Huh?

We're not your
fucking hit squad.

What?

You need something,
I need something.

We're a good match.

Zaza's radio network.

Welcome to Punchan.

Don't ask.

Say my name.

Say my name.

Say it!

- Say my name.
- Jean!

Jean!

You should come
and live with me.

You would have money.

Everything you wanted.

I prefer to work for my money.

Oh...

You will earn it.

Aung.

I will think about it.

I've got to get ready for work,

and they'll be opening up soon.

I got in touch with the buyer
you suggested,

and they're interested.

20 million for both nukes.

Jean, this was not
an easy deal to set up.

Has Aung been fucking
other people?

You know what her job is.

I mean anyone regular.

More than once a week.

There is a Chinese businessman.

Been coming and going a lot.

So now he disappears.

Of course.

But we need to stay focused.

Did you take over
the Punchan cartel, huh?

Did you bring the rival gangs
under control?

Did your money build schools
and villages?

Change this whole region?

There is no "we."

Relay station one click uphill.

Copy?

I copy.

Well, say you fucking copy.

Why do I have to shove
a string up your ass

and yank it every time
I want an answer?

What is it with you?

Maybe I'm just
a little homesick.

Yeah, of course.

What is borscht, again?

It's cold stew.

Cold beetroot stew.

No, that is winter borscht.

Spring borscht is different.
It's better.

Any chance you can
stay focused on the mission?

I've got your back.
You can trust me.

Right, kids.

Stop the signal and force Zaza
to use HF comms.

Clear.

Relay stations
all across the jungle?

That does not come cheap.

A lot of money in meth, mate.

So, Zaza, he flees
the genocide at 19

with nothing but the shirt
on his back.

He arrives in another country,

doesn't even speak the language.

By the time he's our age?

Guy's got an empire.

I don't even own a car.

You're telling me
a drug lord's making you feel

like an underachiever?

Almost 40, almost broke,
almost divorced.

Almost about to blow up
a relay tower,

so peaks and troughs, mate.

- Set.
- Set.

Go.

Three, two, one.

Aww, come on!

Son of a bitch.

You had one fucking job!

Shit. Still transmitting.

I guess we'll take it down
the old-fashioned way:

- By hand.
- Wait, wait!

X-rays inbound with technical.
Not good.

- You think they heard us?
- All right, take cover.

Quick and quiet, yeah?

Let's move!

Get your ass up on that 50, kid!

Four tangos inbound!

Contact!

Come on.

Fucking jammed!

Come on, Novin!

Reloading!

She's out!

Focus on the tower!

It's gonna blow!

- Fall back!
- Fall back!

Relay down, no signal. Good job.

- Clear!
- Let's move!

Let's go!

Hey, Wyatt. Eiffel Tower.

- What?
- "I-Fell" Tower.

- No.
- No?

- No, that's not even funny.
- Come on.

You're telling me
all my communications are down?

We'll have to switch comms
to the old 320 radios

while we repair the station.

It'll take a week.

Who is responsible for this?

Maybe one
of the smaller outfits?

They wouldn't dare.
They know their place.

This is someone else.

Then they've made a big mistake

going up against you, boss.

Indians charging more
and more for their pills.

Kickback to the
military authorities.

Everyone thinks they have me
over a fucking barrel.

After the deal
goes down tomorrow,

you could buy the military.

Maybe I'll make you
a little general.

Would you like that?

Confirmed Zaza's using
local comms, sir.

Scanning now.

What is it?

Frequency and codes

to a private
Directorate A network.

Could maybe eavesdrop,

see if there's any information
about this Kingfisher.

You're getting us to spy
on your own people?

I just want to be sure

of what information
is out there.

I'm not doing this
to betray my country.

I'm doing this to honor my team.

Sir, got a hit on an order

to protect the other
relay stations.

Far as I can tell, it came
from this guy: Dagon Sao.

Zaza's number two.

Used to be part
of the previous regime

but he conveniently
swapped sides

when Zaza took over.

You got a fix on that location?

Yep, signal's coming
Jinsan Village,

grid 63276955.

McAllister, Wyatt,
grab the number two.

- Bring him in.
- Got it.

Find out where Zaza's
keeping these devices.

And is "quietly" an option?

Because I'd really like
"quietly" to be an option.

Um...

- I need a favor.
- Oh, yeah?

DEA tried to turn Dagon
a few times

and, you know, give him
a bit of off-book aid,

which we'd rather didn't become
common knowledge.

So if you get close,

it would be good
if you eliminated him

rather than bringing him in.

- Yeah, I'm not your guy.
- Actually, you are.

See, I've gotten resources.

The kind that can
slip me your file...

un-redacted.

Which means Task Force 18

and all that that entails.

Are you blackmailing me?

If that report got out,
it'd be the end of your career.

- Good-bye, 20.
- Fuck you.

No, hang on. Dagon is a scumbag.

It is one more pull
of the trigger,

and I doubt that you're gonna
lose sleep over it.

- You ready, Wyatt?
- Yeah.

Good luck, boys.

Be careful.

Zaza is suspicious.

Then let's just leave.

Soon.

I promise.

There's too many bodies around.

You do overwatch,
I'll grab Dagon.

Go quietly, yeah?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the one you're giving
the location of the nukes to.

Now, I'm not
screwing around, bro.

Where are they?

You think Zaza
tells me anything?

It could be any one
of his compounds.

What's he plan
to do with them, huh?

The DEA wants you dead,

and I'm the one
they gave a gun to.

So talk.

Zaza's selling them. 20 million.

Deal's going down tomorrow night

at the Lagoon Casino
in Changzhou.

- Who's buying?
- Someone from Al-Shabaab.

You're selling nukes
to fucking Jihadis?

Hands where I can see them.
No closer.

- We can make a deal.
- Oh, yeah?

You take out Zaza...

- I help you.
- Hands!

I told you.

Maybe you're just here
to kill me.

Like you said.

Wyatt?

Supposed to take him alive,
mate.

Asshole drew on me.
I didn't have a choice.

Got the intel, though.
It's good.

What? What do you mean, "what"?

I'm waiting for you to move.

The whole bloody village
heard that.

One call to Virginia,

I can have
your whole team removed.

The deal was not to touch Zaza.

His second doesn't
come under that.

Come on with the fucking
semantics, Alexander.

I mean, what did you think
would happen?

I mean, you... you've hit
his relay stations,

you've taken out his number two.

You're starting a war.

And if Al-Shabaab get
their hands on the contraband,

we'll have a terrorist group
with nuclear capability.

I'll happily explain that
to your superiors if necessary.

We didn't have a choice, okay?

Yeah, no, I suppose you didn't.

Excuse me.

There's the place
that Dagon said

the deal's going down.

Get eyes on all
main roads, docks.

We need to intercept
the Al-Shabaab buyer.

Bravo dockside.

Think we might have something.

Sending image.

Notice anything weird
about Wyatt?

I think there's a lot
weird about Wyatt.

You seen the shirts
he's been wearing lately?

Why, what's up?

I dunno.

Something about him
and Gillespie.

Facial recognition has a hit.

"Gabriela Barre." Arms broker.

Exclusively works
for Al-Shabaab.

Stay on her.

- Grab her.
- Copy that.

Go, go.

Go, go.

Echo one going foxtrot,
heading south.

Copy, moving.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We just want to talk, okay?

Let's do this
the easy way, yeah?

Don't wanna fight you.

No one wants to talk anymore.

Shit.

Fucking hell, kid.

She just kept coming at me.

Is she gonna make it?

It's not looking good.

Come on, hang in there.

Phone.

Sorry, love.

We're in.

She sees you.

Smierc.

She's gone.

What?

What does that mean?
What... what was that?

"Smierc."
"Smierc," it's-it's Polish.

It's an old lady
in a white robe.

She's, uh...

death.

Oh, that's reassuring.

All right, so we got a phone.

And we got the cash.

Well, it's not all bad.

Gabriela's cell phone

contained instructions
for the deal.

The $80,000 there,
that buys a seat at the table.

Zaza has an encrypted tracker

with the location
of the suitcase nukes.

Ten million in cryptocurrency
goes into his account

and he hands it over,

then a further
10 million is sent

once the broker gets her hands
on the weapons.

That's a lot of trust.

That's why they use
an arms broker, genius.

Shit, we could've trailed her

all the way to the package.

Why don't we just say
"screw you" to the DEA

and grab Zaza ourselves?

Retrieving the stolen nukes
is all that matters.

The Shan drug lords
grab and torture Zaza

for the location
of his first meth labs.

They work him over
for seven days,

he barely cracks a smile.

So I doubt that blondie here
will fare any better.

We need that location.

He's expecting an arms broker,
so we send him one.

Novin.

Yes, sir?

You'll be taking her place.

Copy that.

Right, what if Zaza knows
what the broker looks like?

Then she's been taken ill
or has security concerns

and has sent a replacement.

Right now, he's expecting
$10 million into an account.

We don't have that kind
of loose change kicking around.

No, we don't,
but we do have this.

Data leacher Zarkova used
to access our files.

Yes, let's bring that up again.

You activate it,
I'll remotely tune it

to Zaza's tracker.

We'll suck up his data
in 10, 15 minutes.

Right.

10, 15 minutes
Zaza's sitting there

expecting millions
and getting dick.

The risk is worth it.

- I'm in.
- Very good.

I want a closed-target recce
of the venue.

CCTV placements,
surveillance blind spots,

infil, exfil points.

The moment Zaza arrives,
we go to work.

Sir.

I broke in
to have a snoop around.

Hmm.

Honesty.

Interesting ploy.

Not exactly
the Four Seasons, is it?

Mm, it's all mine.

What's the deal
with you and Wyatt?

Oh, there's no deal.

Lauren, you and I know
that's bullshit.

You've got files
on his previous job.

See, you're on my turf now,

and I do my homework
and I do it well.

But I know all about you.

About Lowry.

And Idrisi.

And the fact that you broke

your Commanding Officer's
jaw once,

which is...

quite a turn-on.

Seriously?
You think that's gonna work?

Mm-hmm.

My team are doing everything
to stop these nukes.

So whatever your game is,
I'll find out.

You're about to rip off

a notorious warlord

for $20 million.

If it goes wrong,

he's gonna come after all of us.

And he's not gonna stop
till we're dead.

So there may not be a tomorrow.

That was like kissing a snake.

I've modified the device.

The closer you are
to the target,

the faster the data
will transfer.

Yeah, well, why don't you
modify it some more

so I don't have to sit
on his face to get it done.

I'm trying to help you here.

I'm sorry. It's not about you.

Just let me get my head
around this.

I know there was someone else
in the crib before.

No, you... you're doing
a great job, okay?

Lance Corporal Jensen.

I looked it up.

Yeah.

I used to...

hear his voice in my ear
when we were working and...

Can't remember it now.

How he sounded, I...

I'm forgetting it.

Some free advice:

Remember, it's just a job.

Clock in, clock out,
don't get close to anyone.

I gotta ask,
what the hell is that?

Tiger bone wine.

Would you like to try?

Bourbon, double. Thank you.

- Double bourbon.
- Thank you.

What?

Now I can't drink on the job?

Just take it slow, mate.
Might be a long night.

Hey, one thing
I didn't quite get.

Yeah?

These file photos of Dagon.

- You see it?
- See what?

Well, in every one of them,
weapon's in his left hand.

When you downed him,
gun was in his right.

So what? He's ambidextrous.

What's your point?

Give us a shout
if you see anything.

Or if you want
to talk about anything.

4:00 a.m.,
still no sign of Zaza.

The sun will be up soon.

Maybe the deal is not happening.

What is it?

Picked up
some intelligence chatter

on the Russian channels
you gave us access to.

About Kingfisher?

No.

About Colonel Beshnov.

He's labeled you a defector.

An official enemy of the state.

Okay, okay.

So I have to go back.

Clear my name.

Katrina...

returning home...

We track down these nukes...

maybe I can avoid a bullet.

On arrival at least.

There's another thing.

You said you were worried
about Colonel Beshnov.

About what he would do
to your parents.

The Morozilka, yes.
They target the families, so...

Except you don't have
any parents.

They both died a few years ago.

How do you explain that?

That...

that is simple.

I lied.

Emotional manipulation.

Do you think it worked?

Target alpha one sighted!

I repeat, alpha one sighted!

Incoming to casino.

Bravos, get ready.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

I'll see you soon.

Alpha's in the building.

It's on.

Strong presence outside.

A ring around the casino.

You are here to play?

In a manner of speaking.

Please.

You are Gabriela Barre.

I'm the person giving you
80,000 as an advance

against 20 million.

I'd rather names
weren't bandied about.

You bring the locale device?

This is yours.

Ah.

After the first 10 million
lands in my account.

I'll let them know
to start the transfer now.

Leacher is activated
and downloading

from Zaza's device.

We should be able to steal
the nuke location.

Can we stream the intel
directly back here?

No, she'll need
to physically bring it in.

We can only monitor progress.

Aung!

Come and sit with me.

You are very special to me.

This will be
your last night of working.

Ah?

You are looking tired.

I'll see you later.

She seems nice.

She is a fighter like me.

In Rwanda, the Hutu
called my people cockroaches.

I took this as a compliment.

When the world is over,
it is the roaches

that will crawl out of the dust.

Can of bug spray
will fuck them up

every time, though.

Funny.

But now, to business.

Where is my money?

Halfway there.

Needs to stall.

I'm gonna put in a call
to the money men.

Speed them up.

Who is that man watching us?

Which man?

Him?

Or him? Or him?

I thought you were
a businessman.

You're acting like a loser.

You dare call me that?

Alpha's getting twitchy.

If Zaza goes for her,
take him out.

That is not
your decision to make.

We had an agreement.
Our mission comes first.

You're about to make 20 million.

- Fuck you, Alexander.
- You'd throw all that away

because some tosser
maybe looked at you wrong?

Relax.

We're transferring 10 million.

It takes time.

Sit down.

Have a drink.

Enjoy your moment.

When the deal is done,

maybe you and I
can celebrate together.

I'm gonna need a lot more drinks

before I agree to that one.

Shit.

The device has crashed.

I need to reboot
and restart leaching the data.

No, no, not an option.

Do we have enough
to get a locale on the nukes?

- I don't know, I...
- Make a judgment call.

Yes, we've got enough.

Tell Bravo Three to exfil.

Oh, look at that.

Money should be going through
right now.

No, Jean, don't!

Please, don't!

A friend of yours?

You left this behind.

Why don't you leave her
the fuck alone?

You're twice the size of her.
She's scared to shit.

Come on, we've got
a deal to close.

You're right.

Let us discuss
our business elsewhere.

Get Bravo Three out of there.

Deal's been compromised.
Going noisy.

Bravo Four, south exit.

Do you have any idea

what Al-Shabaab will do to you?

The game is over.

You are Lance Corporal Novin.

British Military!

We need to get outside,
draw their fire!

Jean!

The money.

- Aung...
- Give it to me.

Is that all you care about?

I know you love me!

You are not going to shoot me.

Run! Go!

Give us your gun!

Stay back!

Come on!

No!

No, don't!

Everybody down!

Go, get down!

Now! Move!

Get the fuck out!

- Go, go!
- I'm on it!

Sweet timing, Zarkova!

Go, go!

Taking the crib mobile.

Regroup at the RV point.

Out!

Move.

Yeah, we definitely
drew their fire!

And we have tangos on our tail.

Hang on, I'm gonna take
a shortcut through the jungle.

Don't move.

Cheers.

The streets are crawling
with tangos.

How the fuck are we gonna
get out of here?

Let's head to the docks.

Go, go, go.

Let's grab a boat.

Or a plane.

Always have plan B.

So you know how to fly, right?

Yes, of course.

You know.

Contact.

Okay, we are still on the water.

We need to be in the air, now.

We're taxiing.

Beshnov...

"Pavel."

Who is...

"Pavel"?