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Zimbabweans,
my father,

Walter Lutulu!

You've achieved more for
Zimbabwe with one bullet

than you will
with those weapons.

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna shoot me?

Yeah.

Fuck!

Kevlar? Fucking pussy.

Conrad Knox took
my father's life.

She fucking knew.

Pull the fucking
truck over!

Target retrieved.

You got 'em?

- Just the one.
- And Knox?

No, that's negative.

Fuck.

All right, what's that?
One down, three to go?

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Good drive?

Long drive.

Hmm.

But I understand.

You need to keep
a low profile.

I'm here because
I want to be.

Untouched, real.

Hmm.

So how are things
in Johannesburg?

It's good
to visit you.

Mm-hmm.

My man has already
picked up the first crate

for the Nigerians.

They will broadcast
the demands we agreed,

a week after
receiving your weapon.

The US and the Chinese
corporations

will have no choice but to
move out of Southern Nigeria.

Then all that oil
wealth will go

back to the people
who live there.

You're a visionary,
Mr. Knox.

Zimbabwe would
never have worked.

But the people
you represent...

Are your kindred
spirits.

They share your
commitment and desire

to force change
throughout the continent.

And, uh...

The other matter.

Any of my associates will
gladly offer you sanctuary.

♪

Fill it up.

Ok.

Toilet?

Toilet. Toilet.

Hey!

We got something.

We've been poring over
everything that was left

of the mercenary
camp.

On site, there was
a truck customized

to carry one
of the warheads,

and the license plate
number was from a batch

of 4 vehicles bought
from a dealership

in Port Elizabeth.

One of the other plates
was just called in

after a double murder at a
petrol station in Mogoto.

That's 100
miles north of here.

We managed to piggyback
3 separate satellites

to get the truck's
movements.

In the time lapse
between images,

the only cover
he could have got

was in Masobe.

The van is red-hot.

He's probably holed up,
waiting for another vehicle.

Tell me you have
a bead on it.

I'm on it.

All right.
Scott, Stonebridge, you are up.

M1 north. You'll be
briefed en route.

If I understand
Conrad Knox at all,

as long as he believes there's
something to fight for,

that's what he'll do...

Right to the end.

♪

- Come on, bud. Speed it up.
- Yeah.

Take it up to
warp factor 8.

I never had you down
as a closet Trekkie.

Gotta love a show that
kept asking Mr. Scott

for more thrust.

♪

♪ I couldn't see where
you were comin' from ♪

♪ but I know just what
you're running from ♪

♪ and what matters ain't
who's baddest but the ♪

♪ ones who stop you falling
from your ladder ♪

♪ when you feel like
you're feeling now ♪

♪ and doing 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 go home ♪

♪ this ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Bravo, last
coordinates put the truck

50 feet north
of your location.

Ma'am? Police
are on their way.

If the police
spook the driver,

then God knows
what he'll do.

We'll have to get
to the truck first.

Fuck.

Bingo.

♪

Mike, it's in there.
Let's go.

Ok, wait.
Count down from 3.

We go in
at the same time.

On one. Go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.
We're not going on one.

3, 2, 1, zero.
You go in after that.

Are you fucking
serious?

Yeah, I'm dead
fucking serious.

Everybody knows
that.

3, 2, 1, zero.
That's when you go in.

I'll lend you my
"Lethal Weapon" box set.

That's 1, 2, 3, go.

- That's not--
- Fuck!

Move!
That's the same fucking crate!

Target vehicle
traveling south.

Fuck.
Where'd he go?

He's driving parallel.
He's parallel!

♪

He's there. Zero, positive ID.
It must be a nuke.

Zero,
we're in pursuit.

♪

The roads
converge in 500 meters.

You need to get in front of
the van and slow it down.

♪

- Move away!
- Move! Move!

Get out of the way!

Shut the fuck up!

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Slower!

Shit.

Major, the police
are setting up roadblocks.

Jesus. They've got no idea
there's a warhead on board.

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Zero,
the guy's not stopping.

Tell them to open
the roadblock!

Zero, come in!

Tell them not
to open fire!

- They mustn't open fire!
- Fire!

Fuck!

Shit.

Shit.

Dear God.

An explosion that
big with a nuclear warhead...

There'll be
uranium oxide

showering over
that whole town.

Ok, meteorological updates,
wind speed directions now!

Quarantine that whole
area. Fuck!

Come on.
Come. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, let's find your parents.
Come on.

All right.

Here we go. Here we go.
Look at these nurses.

Is he yours?

Is everyone
accounted for?

Do you know
how many?

As far as we can
possibly tell.

Good.

Have you guys
been tested?

There. Right there.

♪

Water.
When you receive water,

please sign.

There's no evidence of
elevated radiation levels.

But we have to conduct
another check

for any signs
of lymphocytes.

We understand
a neighboring town

has been completely
evacuated.

South African government
sources are talking about

a gas leak being the cause
of this explosion,

but until we receive
an official statement,

that's all just
speculation.

Certainly the people
of this town

have never experienced
anything like this before...

Christian?

And a few I spoke
to earlier are very frightened.

Is everything all right?

They've been
taken from their homes

and bussed to a medical
facility nearby.

But nobody's telling them
why they're being monitored

or even if there is any danger.

Something to eat,
darling?

Stay tuned for
more from Masobe...

- Ok, baby.
- ...outside Johannesburg.

It's a fucking
disaster.

It was
unfortunate.

The plan is
still intact,

the principle
unchanged.

Well, my people will
move them from now on.

Agreed.

And what about
the Nigerians?

Leave the Nigerians
to me.

I'll be in touch.

♪

Christian
Lucas's office. Hello.

Carol.

Yes, sir.

Those flights
I asked you to book.

We're still waiting for
confirmation, Mr. Lucas.

I want his address.

♪

Have you
told Knox it was 20?

We don't know
it was 20.

I flogged all my
medals after my brother--

What's that for?

Congo, '97.

You ever do
peacekeeping?

Mostly between
my mum and dad.

What happened
in the Congo

wasn't a war.

It was a race

to the deepest
pit of hell,

cheered on
by politicians

and foreign
businessmen.

I couldn't tell
either side apart,

but all they
could see

was the difference
in each other.

The banality
of evil.

Something had
to change.

Someone had
to do something.

Hmm.

Found a cause,
have we?

What are you
still here for?

I got nothing else.

Stonebridge.

Ma'am.

Are you all right?

Can you believe this?

The nurse gave us
the all clear.

She gave us
potassium iodide tablets

for any residual
radiation.

Stonebridge,
what's going on?

On the way here, after I
thought we'd been exposed,

all I was thinking
about was Hanson.

I can't get him
out of my head.

And you have
to know,

there's always
a chance

that I'll
make a mistake

because of that.

Let me tell you
a secret.

When I first allowed you
back into this unit,

I didn't actually read
your psych report.

I still haven't.

But every time
your name was mentioned,

I saw the reaction
amongst the team,

and they told me
without saying a word

that you make
all of them...

You make all of us...

better soldiers.

And I haven't seen anything
to make me doubt my decision.

You will have
your moment with Hanson.

♪

You and Scott
get cleaned up.

Need you back
in the crib in two hours.

Yes, ma'am.

Major Rachel Dalton.

Captain Marcus Radebe.
Special Task Force.

We are grateful to your
men for their help

in the evacuation.

However, you could
have informed us

that you were
tracking the vehicle

and what it
contained.

You'll understand
my hesitancy

to share intelligence, since it was
an official of your government

who murdered my most
valued officer.

From now on, you have
our full support.

Do you have
any idea

what Knox is planning
to do with the weapons?

Not as yet,
but if he has purpose,

a man like Conrad Knox won't
leave any cards unplayed.

Bad news for us
that he has two left.

♪

The police found
the dead driver's wallet

in the shack in Masobe.

He's been identified

as Winston Nyendeni.

What do we know
about him?

Small-time crook
with a history of violence.

Dodged an attempted murder
rap two months ago.

But mobile phone
records show

that he exchanged 5 calls
with the same number

in the period
after the shooting.

We're running it.

Oh, and, Major...

We have a visitor.

♪

To what do we
owe this pleasure?

Langley instructed me
to make contact,

offer up any
assistance

following that little
accident up the road.

How very thoughtful
of them.

I suppose you must
have time on your hands

now you're not dabbling
in hostile takeovers.

I'm not making
any apologies

for backing an attempt to
oust the Mugabe regime.

We would have had our
foot in Zimbabwe,

Knox would have been
put out to pasture,

and the nukes turned
over to the UN

in a couple
of years.

Huh. Wishful thinking must be
a symptom of advancing years

because what I saw
was you fostering

a wave of anarchy
across Africa,

with a zealot like Conrad
Knox at its heart.

A zealot
you put on the run.

He's the most wanted
man in the world,

with two nukes
up for sale.

He's not selling.

Not his character.

So now you're
gonna shrink him?

Face it, Rachel.
You went balls out on Knox,

and it backfired
big-time.

I'm asking myself how
we're even in this mess

when you've got a man like
Damien Scott on your team,

someone I know who will take
an order and see it through,

even if it means
laying down his life.

It seems to me he's
getting the wrong orders.

Well, I suppose if I was
to adopt your methods,

I'd be barking them
on all fours.

Now if you're quite
done, Mother Teresa,

you can tell Langley that we
decline their generous offer.

Lads, get her
out of here.

Did you tag her car?

Damn right.

Nice work.

I still don't
get it.

Get what?

That countdown
bullshit.

You count down, you go on 1.
3, 2, 1.

No, that's bollocks.
What about the space shuttle?

3, 2, 1, zero. Blast off.
You move on zero.

Zero's not
even a number, dude.

Excuse me.

Captain, welcome.

Hey, how are you?

Good. Good.

Hey.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

You should be nicer
to your old friends.

You might need them.

20's days are numbered after
this little screw-up.

Still thinking about
coming home, soldier?

What was she
doing here?

Making a
heart-rending attempt

to build bridges.

We put a tracker
on her car.

Christy doesn't
build bridges.

She's playing
some sort of angle.

She's smart.

Interesting.
She actually spoke very fondly

of you, too.

Meaning what,
exactly?

Look, I don't care what hold
that woman has over you.

She can mind-fuck us and
fuck you all she likes.

But all I care about right now
is finding those warheads.

Yeah, I know.

And happily sacrifice this
unit just to do that.

You might fool them, lady,
but you don't fool me.

I need an update.

So the team
have been looking

into the dead driver's
phone records.

The number he was
in contact with

belongs to this man--

Christian Lucas.

A controversial
figure.

Young hotshot lawyer--

a grandstander.

He's risen fast,

making police work
impossible

and representing killers
and bombers

who have murdered
hundreds of innocent people.

He's been making
a name for himself

in West and Central
African countries.

Hmm. Defending terrorists.

Yeah, but not really
the kind of people

who can afford
to buy a nuke.

And no links to Knox
that we know of.

I want him brought in.

We need payback now,
Mr. Lucas.

You need to
give me time.

You can't just come to
my house like this.

♪

I've told you we will
figure this out.

- Hi.
- Hello. May I help you?

Yeah, you can.

We'd like to talk
to your husband.

Excuse me. Who are you?
What do you want?

Sorry.
He's a Yank.

We lost our bomb.
We want our money back, eh?

- Christian.
- Who's this?

Don't get up.

Just came to find out if you'd
welcomed Jesus Christ into your life.

How about you, mate?
Are you in need of salvation?

You need to leave.

Why don't
you come with us.

Christian,
what's going on?

What are you
doing here?

You want to
take him outside?

I thought I told you
to stay upstairs.

♪

Get down!

Fuck!

Shoot them!

Move! Move in!

Go!
Fuck.

Shit!

Lucas.

♪

Hallelujah, brother.
You's been saved.

You're coming
with us.

Members
of the movement...

for the emancipation...

of the Niger Delta.

Mend--they kidnap, kill,
and terrorize

in the name of liberating
Southern Nigeria

from big oil,
and as I understand it...

many of them receive the benefits
of your eloquence in court.

So why, I ask myself,
did they come after you?

Well, you can tell us
nothing,

and we'll send you
and your family back home

where the Nigerians
can try again.

Is that what you want?

The warhead that went up
was supposed to go to Mend.

To terrorists.

Freedom fighters-- people who are
trying to stop a steamroller

with sticks and stones.

People who take
innocent lives

to further their cause.

Does Knox actually understand
who these people are?

Knox is a romantic.

You're using him.

He believes in change.

By giving gangsters
a portable apocalypse?

Yes, and by forcing out
the foreign parasites.

Delusional bullshit.

Now, I will ask you
once again,

why did they come
after you?

I took some money
in payment from the Nigerians,

and now it's gone.

I have debts.

They saw their bomb
was lost,

and they wanted
paying back.

So why not just give them
one of the other weapons?

Because they're already
spoken for, aren't they?

By whom?

Contacts in Sudan,
Somalia.

Have they
received them yet?

Not yet...

But I am the only
conduit to these people.

Knox was in charge
of the transport.

Once they were all in
Jo'burg, I'd be told.

Good.

So here's what
you're gonna do.

You're gonna play
along with Knox.

Contact him, arrange a meeting
for tomorrow morning,

and we will track
you there.

And if I refuse?

Are you going to
kill me?

I'll become a martyr
to what I believe in.

And what about your
wife and your child?

Are they willing
to be martyrs, too?

Please.

Do not make threats that
you will not see through.

There's a reason this is a
deniable unit, Mr. Lucas.

To stop nuclear warheads
falling into the hands

of radicalized
killers.

Do you really think

that I wouldn't
give that order?

You disgust me.

Any intelligence
agency can monitor emails

that have been sent
and received,

so if you want to
avoid detection,

leave it in the draft box for
anyone else with access to read.

Al-Qaeda used
the same system,

but he'd know that.

Yeah. And whatever happens
when you follow him,

this tracker ensures there's
nowhere in Jo'burg he can hide.

Lucas...

You're set.

♪

My old man
used to say,

"Never trust a soldier who can't
look himself in the eye."

He was full of shit.
What a surprise.

You're still clinging
on to it, aren't you?

Medals, honor, the code.

What do you know
about a code?

Well, I know
when you let it go,

it's a weight
off your shoulders.

Anyway, haven't we got
an appointment to keep?

♪

Right.
As we know, whoever is meeting Lucas

will lead us to Knox.

We are here to
make sure that Lucas

goes through with it,

but we must ensure
absolutely no visibility.

Do not get made.

Zero,
we're here,

one block north
of the RV point.

All right, I'm out.
See you guys in there.

Ok.

I am only doing this
for my son

and for my wife.

Hmm. And does
your wife know

what type of people
you do business with?

She understands

that in the places
where I fight cases--

Lagos, Kinshasa,
Niamey--

There are
compromises.

There are
compromises

in the fight
for freedom.

How about you?

How does
your wife feel

about you coming to foreign
countries to kill people?

She knew what it meant to marry a
soldier, if that's what you mean.

She knew the cost.

Captain, make sure your men
do not move in

until we give the word.

Just act natural.
Nice and easy.

♪

Hey, Scott.

Go ahead.

Just
something Lucas said.

He said about
working in Niamey.

That's where Christy
Bryant was stationed, right?

Zero, do you copy?

Scan any recent
CIA transmissions

for any reference
to Christy Bryant.

♪

Stay calm,

stay calm.

♪

The target's entering
rendezvous building.

That's one of Jo'burg's
biggest brokerage firms.

Maintaining
visual on Lucas.

Trading bell
is imminent.

Any minute now, that
lobby is going to be packed.

Tracker is
up and running.

Scott, take the
rear of the building.

Copy that.

♪

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Shit.

Shit.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

Zero, where is he?

Bravo,
he's still there.

He must be on
the floor below you.

What's underneath them?

Parking lot.

Come on. He's leaving.
Come on.

Move! All right, go!

- Bravo, we've got him again.
- Move!

Tracker puts him
at south exit.

Target is
moving, and fast.

Fuck.

Zero, Matlock's
got Lucas.

Target
traveling westbound.

Bravo, return
to your vehicle.

Fuck!

♪

Bravo, the tracker
puts Lucas entering a building

10 blocks north.

Should be here.

Zero, you got
eyes on him?

Bravo, target
is ascending.

He's in the lift.

You check down there.

I'm gonna look for
another entrance. Go!

Bravo,
be advised,

target is stationary,
sixth floor.

Zero, this is Bravo One
in position.

Elevator,
underground level.

I got eyes on
Matlock's vehicle.

Mr. Lucas.

I need to explain.

Oh, please don't.

Did you do well
at school?

Of course you did.
I didn't.

Got kicked out
when I was about 15.

Got a job in an old
printing works.

They put me in
the accounts department.

Hmm. Filling in
those big ledgers.

Bravo, target
is still on the sixth floor.

Activating thermal imaging
to confirm other occupants.

This is Radebe.
All personnel to move. Target...

What the hell
are you doing?

Spencer mansions.

I'm sending in my men.

This is my mission!

And this is my city,
Major!

Knox could have
an army up there.

Move.

Move. Move!

I am leading
this operation.

Go, go, go!

Zero, I got a tactical
unit coming toward me.

What the fuck
is going on?

Zero, advise.

Bravo, op will be led
by tactical unit.

That is an order.

Fucking
kidding me?

Just get Knox.

Filling in those ledgers was
tedious and mundane work,

but there was a kind

of beautiful logic

about those columns.

Good credit, bad debt.

Cause and effect.

Dear God.

Christy Bryant.

The CIA disavowed
her 4 days ago,

and she knows
we're on to Lucas.

Action and consequence.

God.

Damn it!

Scott, Bryant knows
we turned Lucas.

Knox has to know, too.

Get them out of there.

Copy that.

Who's the commanding
officer?

And I'm looking at one of
those ledgers right now.

You are on the bad side of the page,
Mr. Christian Lucas.

Who's the commanding
officer? You?

Hey. My name is
Sergeant Scott.

I'm with British
Military Intelligence.

Stop your guys
going in there.

I can't do that,
sir. I have orders.

Yeah, well, I've got
orders, too,

so get your men back.

Shit!

Bravo One, I'm at the back.
There's no way in.

I'm gonna have to
find another way.

Bravo, be advised
target is on the move again.

Which way?

He's descending.

Red team, move in.

- Move in, team. Move in!
- Hey!

Bravo, thermal gives us a
second occupant leaving the building.

East stairwell.

Shit.

You see, I know
that you betrayed me

to Section 20.

Be advised,
sixth floor is vacant.

No occupants.

Bravo One, get out of there!
It's a trap!

Abort! Abort!

- Get your men out of there!
- No.

We're in the wrong
fucking building.

- No!
- Get them out of there!

We're in the wrong
fucking building!

Get your men out now!

Get them
the fuck out of there!

Can't you hear me?

Get the fuck out!

Get back here now!

Holy shit.

Bravo, come in.
Report status.

Red team, come in.
Come in, red team.

Bravo, come in.

- Roll!
- Stay down!

Aah! Aah!

Bravo, come in.

Jesus Christ.

This is on Bryant.

Activating
the tracker now.

Fuck!

Tracker up.

We have
Bryant's coordinates.

What the fuck?

Gotcha, Christy.

They threatened
my family!

Well, of course
they did.

Scott, come in.
Bravo One, come in.

I wanted the Nigerians
to have the power

your weapon
would have given them.

But you thought that you could
treat them like your puppets.

Shit!

Bravo One, come in!

I have eyes on Hanson!

Hanson!

Sit down.

Sit down!

♪

♪

Move. Move!

Hanson!

Don't you fucking move!

I'm not going
anywhere, Michael.

Shit.
Eyes on Stonebridge.

Dear God.

Do it.

Do it!

You know you
want to, Michael!

Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon!

Those are
regular police.

They don't know
who he is.

They will shoot.

Do it!

Put the gun down

or we will shoot!

You are surrounded
by police!

Drop your weapon!
You are under arrest!

You are surrounded!

♪

Yes?

You should have
shot me, Michael.

You had your chance.

You know,
don't kid yourself

you're any different
than me.

You're just a killer

with a get-out-of-jail
free card.

Ok, Roineck,
you can go.

See what I mean?

Come on. This way.

Here.

Michael.

Promise you'll never forgive me.

♪

You are right
about something.

These weapons will be
lied and cheated over

until the day
they...

If it's only money
they want,

these Nigerians could
still be of use.

But I'm afraid nothing
will really change

until I let
these bombs go off.

But...

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