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Reporter:
Two gunmen have been shot dead

after they opened fire
in a shopping center,

- killing more than...
- As many as 80,000 residents

of the city have fled their
homes to escape the shooting...

Reporter: Government forces
in the Southern Philippines

have launched an offensive
against rebels,

as fighting escalates
in this part

of Asia's largest
catholic country.

Reporter: A national day of
mourning in the Philippines

after 44 police commandos
were killed in the line of duty

when an anti-terror operation
went wrong.

From the
national liberation front

attacked the city
of zamboanga...

Reporter: The officers from
the police special action force

were killed during an operation

to capture one of
the most wanted terrorists.

Jj

Jj

Reporter:
Philippine authorities now say

the toll in yesterday's
hotel bombing

has risen to 146 dead
and 231 wounded.

It is the most devastating
terrorist attack in Asia

in ten years
and the worst ever in Manila.

While no organization has taken
responsibility for the blast,

western intelligence sources
have identified chemical traces

that are the hallmark
of the infamous arms dealer

aamir barkawi.

International security experts
say the barkawi family

is now instigating violence
in remote capitals

to foster instability and thus

fuel massive arms sales
around the globe.

Jj

There he is.

- Kamran.
- Raza.

Did philippine intelligence
track you?

Okay.

Father.

You did well.

Kamran: Thank you. We need to
discuss major general rahman.

It's your sister's wedding.

I'm sorry. This can't wait.

I think your isi officer
was compromised.

Kamran, all Pakistani
intelligence officers

are compromised.

One of our afghani friends

discovered a German bnd agent
in his circle.

And?

That particular general won't
be very useful to us anymore.

He's been eliminated.

Thought you might want to know.

Don't forget his family.

Vengeance must always be
profound and absolute.

I'm so happy.

Soaml.

I'm very happy.

Great to see you.
Great to see you.

Jj

Pentagon just received
target confirmation

from MI6 ground asset.

You're clear to execute.

Man: Tango, Alpha.

Jj

Hell of a presidential race,
sir.

Every day, the same damn joke.

Seriously?

The hell they make you out of?

Bourbon and poor choices.

You pick a name yet?

Uh, we were thinking Benjamin
if it was a boy.

Really?

Hell no!

If it's a girl, maybe.

Voight...

You want to run over him for me?

Believe me, sir, we've tried.

Baby?

Babe?

Mm.

What?

Little problem in the nursery.

All right,
so six cameras, right?

One, two, three,
four, five, six.

- What, is that too much?
- Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, it's too much.
I thought that.

They're baby gifts
from the guys.

I'll take them down.

All we need is one baby monitor.

One baby monitor.

Right. Okay.

And a kevlar mattress.
And a kevlar mattress.

Come here.

- Unhand me.
- Never.

And guess who just got
the next week off?

Oh, don't toy with me,
young man,

'cause there will be
consequences.

No, no, we're finishing
this nursery.

I can't believe
it's taken me this long.

Paint samples.

What? =-yeah.

Oh, I got to show you these
amazing paint samples.

- Can I get a shower first?
- God, yes!

Jj

Jj

Jj

Sir, speaker of the house
is waiting.

And the senate majority leader
would like five of your time.

Oh, um...

I'll take him first. Hmm.

When is trumbull getting back?

The vice president has
three more days of vacation,

and insinuated
considerable violence

if he heard my voice
before then. -

yeah, never get between
that man and a fish.

Sir, I got your son
on video chat.

Excellent.

He had his first date
last night.

Mr. president,
you need to take this, sir.

Sir, speaker of the house?

You need to take this now, sir.

This is the president.

Okay.

Thank you.

Reporter: Sources
confirmed that prime minister

James Wilson has died
while sleeping in his residence

at 10 downing street.

He is believed to have
suffered a heart attack,

possibly from complications
after a surgical procedure

to repair his knee
a day earlier.

An autopsy has been scheduled
within the next 48 hours

to determine
the actual cause of death.

It's the white house.

It's okay.

My mom can come over.

What we are proposing is
that the funeral takes place

this Thursday, the ninth,
4:00 P.M. at St. Paul's.

The confirmed attendees
are all world leaders,

with the lone exception
of the Russian president.

Well, no love lost there.

Our royal family will attend
a private service

at St. James's palace
the morning of,

with 28 other heads of state
from all over the globe.

As per foreign royals,
prince Albert of Monaco,

queen rania of Jordan,
Saudi prince mugrin.

Yes, it's a logistical
nightmare.

But let's make sure
this runs without a hitch.

Questions?

And what special requests

have the yank circus
demanded so far?

Dallas cowboy cheerleaders
part of the retinue possibly?

That's a request
I could live with.

I'm partial
to the Kardashians myself,

as apparently is her majesty.

19 special requests
from 12 different countries.

We've denied all of them.

Any issues of special concern
with our current assessments?

We all know about the 350 or so
British nationals

who've traveled back and forth
to Syria in the past year,

as we've seen before
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Of rising concern is

the handful we believe
to be former military.

Is any of this actionable?

No.

Very well.

Then we will see off our dear
friend James with dignity.

Give him the ceremony
he deserves.

Sir?

- Are you ready for us?
- Oh. Yeah, come on in.

Take a seat.

What are you guys
so damn nervous about?

The brits are world-class.

We all know their reputation.

But, still,
these are the trips I hate.

Last minute, out of the
country, no time to plan.

Are you sure
I can't talk you out of this?

Lynne, it's a state funeral.

It's our oldest, strongest ally.

I spent half the night on
the line with our advance team.

Metropolitan police
will secure the perimeter

of the funeral
at St. Paul's cathedral.

Air force one will land
at stansted airport.

On the ground, it's all Mike.

Touchdown,

then a 12-minute chopper ride
to somerset house.

From there, we take
an armored-vehicle escort

down fleet street
to the cathedral.

You don't seem thrilled.

British have their hands full.

It's a clusterfuck... sir.

Well, 40 different countries

with 40 different
security teams.

Minimal flexibility
on approach routes,

funeral seating, egress.

Can we make it work?

Mike?

I always do, sir.

Good.

I know it's not great timing
for you, but...

It's what I do.

Thank you, sir.

There's my man.

Mr. vice president.

How was your vacation, sir?

Son, you have any idea
the joy a man feels

pulling a 70-pound king mackerel

out of the waters
around Jekyll island?

No, sir, I don't.
=that makes two of us.

And I'll have to wait
until next year to find out.

But thanks for asking.

Leah:
Oh, yeah, that's in the sinai.

Doris: It's beautiful.

Leah: There you go.

Doris: Gee, that's incredible.

I love these things. They all...

Don't worry about a thing.
We'll be fine.

Doris, can we have a minute?

Sure.

Oh, you meant Leah!

- Right.
- Very funny, Doris.

And she tells me not to worry.

It's only three days.

Yeah.

And I'm not due for two weeks.

The walking away ain't...
Quite so easy this time.

Hey... I got this.

You go and you do
what you have to do,

and we will be right here
when you get back.

Okay?

You, say bye-bye to daddy.

Bye-bye, daddy.

Bell tolls.

Yeah.

I love you.

You better.

Behave.

- Uh, here you go.
- Thank you.

You've been hiding lately.

You busy nesting?

Something like that.

Mm-hmm.
Your idea of nesting being

bullet-proofing
the walls of the nursery?

Now, that is actually
a great idea.

Yes.

I'll do it.

Well,

that only took two weeks.

Uh-uh.

It's no small thing
being a godmother.

I mean, I didn't take
your asking lightly.

Oh, I know.

You think you can handle it?

Well, I'm competent, brilliant,

stunningly beautiful
and really fucking honored.

Really honored.

Thank you, lynne.

Big day ahead.

Correction. Mega day.

Morning.

Thank you.

Hi, sir.

Just your signature here,
please.

- There you go.
- Thank you, sir.

Officer: Struggling a bit
around euston.

Um, the blackfriars
is sorted for now.

Gentlemen, ladies.

Today I need
your undivided best.

The most important people
in the world are in our care,

so muck in

and get it right.

Officer 2: Always, chief.

Hmm.

Good morning, London.

Southpaw has landed.

Agent banning,
John Lancaster from five.

- Hey, John.
- Bit early, aren't you?

Nope.

We're moving up our schedule.

I see.

The fewer people know
the president's

exact movements, the better.

- Why wasn't I told?
- Nobody was.

That's how you keep it
a surprise.

Lancaster:
Well, thanks for the help.

Reporter: With security
at unprecedented levels

in anticipation of the funeral,

set to begin
just an hour from now,

this isn't just a gathering

of the world's
most powerful leaders,

it is the most protected event
on earth.

Officer: Confirming eta.

All units in position.

Pilot: Marine one, two and three

on final approach
to somerset house.

Air traffic controller:
Marine one cleared for landing.

Jj

Jj

Guard: Platoon halt!

Present...

Arms!

Nein. It's okay.

Guard: Order arms!

Meine liebe.

Thank you.

Guard: Stand at ease!

Yeah, I understand.

Yeah, I promise.

Everything is going to be fine.

Important matters of state?

That was daughter number two.

She didn't pass
her driving test.

Guess whose faultitis?

How much longer?

We are almost there sir.

I'm sorry but as expected...

There are heavy security measures.

I can't believe we're doing this...

A private tour of westminster Abbey...

Just for you.

I only turn 30 once.

It's time Mr. president.

The cars are ready.

But not too ready...

Wait 10 mins?

At least.

Agent: Southpaw
has arrived at destination.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Bugs the shit out of me.

Thank you.

- Sir.
- Thank you, Mike.

Clarkson:
Thank you very much, lynne.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Clarkson: Welcome.

- Good to see you.
- Benjamin,

thank you for coming.

We're grateful
you could make it.

I'm sorry.

You know, the funny thing is,

James always hated funerals.

Yeah, don't we all?

Jj

Get down!

Jacobs: Mike! Mike!

Move! Let's get inside!

Shit!

All right, back to the car!

Jacobs: Okay, okay, okay!

Grenade! Down!

Go.

Beast is compromised.

Fuck. They're not real cops.

Two at the front!

Gulf one to cat team.

Support on me now.

You okay? =yeah. -Yeah.

Stay with me.
We'll get you out of here.

Down!

- Shit.
- Goddamn it, Mike.

Madonna! Cos'e successo?

Woman: Anto...

Aide: President...

Officer: Oh, Jesus.

There's been a massive attack
at the cathedral.

Chelsea bridge has collapsed.

So has westminster Abbey.

Get me so15 counter terror.

Yes, sir.

Where's emergency response?

Officer: On their way, sir.

Voight, where the fuck are you?

Voight: Almost there.

Move! Go! Go!

You okay, sir?

Keep your head down.

Banning: Get inside!

Get inside!

Jacobs: Bronson!

Bronson! Mike! Mike!

Let's go! Mike!

Banning: Go, go!

Let's get to the chopper.

Dean court, black Land Rover.

Asher: I don't believe it.

They overran everything.

Not everything.

Looking for hard extract,
marine one,

for southpaw.

Fuck.

Comms are down.

All right, here we go.

Get down!

Voight. =-yo.

Voight: Copy that.

Hold him. Hold him.

Now!

Voight, hard brake now!

Drive!

Come on!

Down! Get down!

Jacobs: Voight! Voight!

Voight!

- Voight!
- Voight!

Keep pressure on the wound.

- Voight!
- Voight!

Voight.

He's dead, lynne.

Oh, god.

Get down, sir.

Jacobs, take the wheel.

Got it!

- Get in!
- Got it.

Asher: Mike, on your left!

Get him! -Not really
where you want to be right now.

Fuck you!

Fuck me?

Fuck you.

We're almost there, sir.

Agent: Come on, let's go.

Go, sir, go!

Reporter: Five world leaders
are confirmed dead,

along with hundreds
of innocent civilians,

in an attack that has decimated

most of the known landmarks
in the British capital.

Clarkson and Asher are alive.

All the rest are dead.

And I thought
it was too much to hope for.

We just changed the world.

Plan b, sultan.

Fate has smiled on us.

Lights out, London.

The generators will kick in.

Clarkson: Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening.

We've asked the residents
of London

to stay indoors
for their own safekeeping

while the situation
remains fluid.

Let there be no doubt

that every relevant
police authority

and counter-terrorism unit
is actively at work

regaining control
of our streets,

and within hours

- call Mike.
- We will secure this city,

and those responsible will be
swiftly brought to justice.

Reporter: Prime
minister, how are you gonna...

Jesus, it's not connecting.

How bad is it?

It's pretty goddamn bad, sir.

All lines of communication
have been compromised,

both civilian and military.

Shit. We've tasked satellites

and drones to get eyes on,
but so far nothing. -Okay.

Sentinel drone is on station.

We have visuals incoming.

They're coming up.

Trumbull: Oh, my god.

Nearest quick reaction force?

Sicily. Two hours out.

Spin them up.

And get a line to downing street

and to box emergency command.

Yes, sir.

Monroe: Satellite is up.

Marine one is airborne.

Southpaw is evac'ing.

Yes!

Pilot: Marine one with southpaw
on board en route to stansted.

Prep air force one
for urgent departure. Copy.

Ground control: Copy. Air force
one prepped and ready to go.

It was a trap.

That's an understatement.

Holy shit.

It's one thing to plan for this,

another to live it.

All right, well, we're good now.

It'll be okay.

Yeah. We'll be on secure ground
in ten minutes, okay?

There was no chatter on this.

None.

Something of this magnitude,

it took years to plan,
and we had days.

Asher: It's a fucking bloodbath.

How did they do this, Mike?

They only have
to get it right once.

Today they got it right
way more than that.

Fuck. Fuck.

Pilot: Mayday, mayday, mayday!

Marine three is down.

Oh, no.

Rooftop, three o'clock!

- You see 'em?!
- Yeah.

Pilot: Marine two,
two shooters at three o'clock.

Copy that.

We're being pinged.

Stingers.

Co-pilot: Deploying flares.

Okay, stinger down.

Pilot: Stinger at three o'clock.

Co-pilot: Climb, climb.

Pilot: Marine one out of flares.

Pilot 2:
Marine two out of flares.

Pilot: Marine two,
prepare for sacrifice.

Pilot 2: Copy.

Pilot: Marine two is down.

Missile lock on.

Mr. president,

we're going to take a hit.

Brace for impact.

Mason: Oh, no.

Sir.

Sir, are you good?

You okay?

Sit up.

Can you move?

Yeah?

Okay, sir.

You with me?

Yeah.

Lynne.

Lynne!

No.

- My god.
- Oh, my god.

Banning: Lynne?

Asher:
Help me stop the bleeding.

Ben. Ben.

Ben.

Get out of the chopper.

Ben, get out of the chopper.

This thing could blow
at any second.

Go.

Hey. Hey.

I never thought
you would outlive me.

Me neither.

Oh, shit.

Do me a favor?

Stay alive.

You gotta see your kid.

Make those fuckers pay.

I will.

Box command,

this is Gulf one. Do you copy?

Box command, this is Gulf one.

Do you copy?

Fuck!

Fuck. Looks like we're walking.

Mr. president,

those better be
comfortable shoes.

Jj

Sir,

I think you're gonna
want to take a look at this.

I'll put it up.

To our friends in the west,

whose idea of war

is a remote dusty location

thousands of miles

from the comfort zone
of your shopping malls,

who send your poor to be blown
to bits in our land

or better yet,

murder our families remotely
from the sky.

Your time is over.

We're bringing the war to you.

Make no mistake,

this is the day

when your world changes forever.

Jesus.

Mason: This is all
over social media, too.

Everybody in the world
has seen this.

Aamir... barkawi.

Number six on the ten list.

This man is responsible
for more deaths

than the plague.

Sells arms to every
failed state in the world.

He has a vast array
of connections.

Terrorists, mercenaries,
corporations.

Mr. vice president,

it's barkawi.

Put him through.

Barkawi: I thought
you might take my call.

You understand if I made it
difficult to track.

You have me at somewhat
of a loss.

I thought you would
have learned a lesson by now

about crawling out of your hole.

I never lifted a finger
against you.

You armed those who have.

I sold triggers,

Mr. trumbull,

just like you.

Your president.

You can end this right now.

Just hand him over.

That's not going to happen.

Then every death
from this moment forward

will be on your head.

Barkawi sells arms
through dummy companies,

some of them probably in London.

Find a connection to him.

He's probably been
planning this for years.

Everybody makes a mistake.

We have to find it

before he finds the president.

Let's get to it.

Jj

Mike, he's a policeman.

Yeah?

Not exactly
standard police issue.

Really?

Oh, my god.

I've never seen
a man suffocate before.

I didn't have a knife.

He's got more ammunition

than the entire U.S. army.

How could they pull
something like this off?

There's got to be somebody
on the inside. -Yeah.

Looks like it.
These ain't your typical

spray-and-pray hillbillies.

These guys are pros.

We should go for the embassy.

No, they'll be expecting that.

There's an MI6 safe house
near here.

I have a contact there.

We go there, we wait it out,

and we get an extraction.

- Do you trust them?
- Yeah.

The fact is,
every single one of these guys

the only person
you trust right now is me.

Okay?

Come on, let's go.

Banning:
We got to get underground.

These guys are everywhere.

Jj

Jj

Let's go.

Jj

Banning: Stay here.

- I'll be back.
- Okay.

Kamran: Raza.

Raza.

Here.

=or we can do this

the really fuckin' hard way.

Raza,

answer me, brother.

Okay.

Raza's not feeling too well

at the moment.

He's a little bit fucked up.

Yo. What's this dickhead's name?

This is kamran. Who is this?

Hey, kamran.

My name's Mike banning.

You are the one
with the president. -Bingo.

So why don't you boys
pack up your shit

and head back to fuckheadistan
or wherever it is you're from?

You should have let us
kill him quickly,

because now...

We're going to kill him slowly

and stream it live

for the whole world to see.

Can you hear me, Mr. president?

- Tell him.
- Yeah, he can hear you.

Here's something
I want you to hear first.

That's the sound
of your brother dying.

Banning: Yeah.
Not much of a talker, that one.

But I'll bet you
one of your men will.

I'll see you soon, kamran.

Was that really necessary? =no.

Jj -

trumbull:
The brits are compromised.

Police for sure.

Who do you trust?
We can also assume

all communications
are compromised.

Anything that isn't secured
could get into

the wrong hands, sir. -And
banning would know that, too,

so how could he
even reach out for help?

There.

Freeze that.

Sir...

Is-is banning left-handed?

No, he's right-handed.

Okay, well, the president
doesn't move without a drone

or a satellite over his head.

Banning knows that.

Mcmillan: It's his left hand.
Southpaw, six.

Shorthand for MI6.

Look for any MI6 location
in that area.

- Yes, sir.
- All right, banning.

Jj

You okay?

Hell, yeah.

Made out of bourbon
and bad choices, huh?

Huh. Sit down.
Take deep breaths.

How many you think died?

I don't know. A lot.

All those innocent people.

Dead... because of me.

No, not because of you.
Because of them.

They're trying to kill you, sir.

And they've killed
all these people

just to make everyone else
a little more afraid.

Well, fuck that and fuck them.

Mike...

You don't let them take me.

I'm not going to. Let me finish.

If it comes to it,
if it's going to happen...

- Sir, look...
- Mike.

If it comes to it,
I want you to kill me.

Jj

That's an order.

I will not be executed
for propaganda

as my son
and the American people see me

on fucking YouTube
for the rest of their lives.

Okay.

Vice president trumbull,
it's an honor, sir.

Chief inspector.

I'm afraid our news
isn't promising.

Our dearly departed
prime minister James Wilson

was assassinated.

Poison in his anesthesia,

and his doctor's body found
dumped about an hour ago.

Trumbull: State funeral.

Must-attend event

for western leaders,
each one a target. Goddamn.

And we walked right into it.

And all dead...
Bar your man and ours.

What's happening on
the ground? -Uh, the terrorists

have killed 19 first responders,

with... another 30
unaccounted for.

They're impersonating us.

Our people are walking
right into ambushes.

General: Say the word, we go in.

But make no mistake...

We risk turning London
into another fallujah.

That's the last thing we need,

the president in the middle
of an urban battle.

Or the citizens of London.

You're just as likely
to take out

half the metropolitan police
force unless you can tell me

how you can tell the difference

between the good guys
and the bad guys.

We're gonna have to stand down
our emergency services.

Surrender London?

He's right.

Take out
all legitimate personnel.

Anyone that remains
is a terrorist.

Look, the sooner we end this,
the more chance there is

of stopping London
becoming a complete war zone.

Well, how do we get
the word out to our people?

Air-raid system.

We sound that, people know
to stay secure in their place.

Then... we let
the military sweep in...

Go door-to-door if necessary...

Clear these bastards out.

Jj -

Jj -

Man: Good evening.

Is auntie in?

Put that away.

Are you who I think you are?

Unfortunately.

Thanks.

Jj

What a pleasure this is,

two handsome men visiting me
on such a lovely evening.

Long time, Jax.

Yeah, not long enough.

- Mr. president.
- Sir, jacquelin.

MI6's finest.

- Don't fuck with her.
Asher: Hello. -Mm.

Jacquelin: The phones are down.

That said, it did allow us
to pick up this.

Trumbull: Mr. president,

banning...

I hope this finds you well.

Mike, we got your message,

and I'm sure you don't know

who you can trust,
and all prior authentications

may be comprised,

so I offer you this.

Do you have any idea
the joy a man experiences

pulling a 70-pound king mackerel

banning/trumbull.: Out of the
waters around Jekyll island?

That's him.

Trumbull: A delta team

has been clandestinely inserted.

By now, they should be
en route to your position.

They'll take you
to the U.S. embassy,

where an armored convoy
stands by

to get you out of Sam range
and onto a military jet.

Thank god.
Let's get us out of here.

All right,
so who's behind all this?

Aamir barkawi.

Asher:
Barkawi provides armaments.

He's a fucking criminal.

Shielded by governments.

Mike, there was a drone strike
to get him two years ago,

authorized by the g8,
so we took a shot.

He survived.

We didn't know
his family was there.

His daughter was killed.

Well, he certainly got
his revenge.

Jacquelin: Mm. Civilians?

Well, they're not being
targeted specifically, but...

- Collateral damage?
- Yeah, quite a lot, I'm afraid.

It's government targeted.

No official support from any
country... it's barkawi's show,

but he didn't have any problems
finding recruits, did he?

It's the united nations

of every-fucking-body
that hates us.

Now, who's on the inside?
There's got to be somebody.

Yeah, you're right.

They've infiltrated
our cctv system.

And that can't be done
outside the network.

Banning: Yeah. But who?

- I don't know.
- Asher: Mike,

if you hadn't moved
our schedule up...

Here you go, sir.

- Get this down you.
- Thanks.

I don't know about you,
but I'm thirsty as fuck.

Asher: Yeah.

Mmm.

How you doing?

I was just thinking
about my son.

He sends me these jokes
every day.

It's kind of our...
I don't know, our thing, or...

A little off-color.

His mother
wouldn't approve, but...

I'll tell you something, Mike,

these little messages
I get from him every day...

They mean everything.
You'll see.

Most important thing...

Never criticize,
always encourage.

You just want them
to be passionate...

That's what
I always tell my son.

Find something you care about
and care deeply.

That and the golden rule.

Treat others as
you'd like to be treated.

That's it?

Yeah, basically.

What about all the other stuff?

You know, sleeping,

eating...

Electrical outlets, diapers,

stairs and... -: That
stuff takes care of itself.

Really?

No. You'll figure it out.

Man: I think
your dates have arrived.

When did trumbull leave
that message?

6:13. =32 minutes.

No way they got here that fast.

- Does it zoom in?
- Yeah.

They're not sweating.

- What?
- That gear weighs 40 pounds.

They just stalked all the way
from outside the wire,

- and not a drop of sweat.
- It's got to be them.

Now they're going
round the back.

This doesn't look like
a rescue formation.

Please don't tell me
that's not our delta team.

They've intercepted
trumbull's message.

Jax...

Where's the armory?

Jj

Go.

Are you not coming?

Banning: They'll have
this place surrounded.

They catch us in the open,
we're done.

But they're not looking for you.

Go. Find the mole.

Right. The wheels are
in the garage downstairs.

All right, point this end
towards your bad guy.

This is not good, Mike.

Stay in here. Stay down.

And if anybody but me
opens that door,

you empty that into them.

What if you don't come back?

You're fucked.

Mike...

Don't jinx me.

That was inspiring.

Jj

Jj

I was wondering when you were
gonna come out of the closet.

That's not funny.

Jj

We're almost out of this, sir.

I have another mile in me, Mike.

Okay, let's go.

- Banning: God bless, MI6.
- I'll drive, you shoot.

Jj

What the fuck
are you doing here?

We have a mole. =I know.

Well, any ideas?

Someone high up
with access to everything...

Routes, security protocols...

Emergency services.

Jacquelin.

What brings you here?

Kamran:
Do we have the embassy covered?

Sultan: Affirmative, brother.

Double the men.

I want every single man
on that perimeter.

Shit.

The car's bullet-proof,

not politician-proof.

Hey, I'm the president
of the United States.

I haven't driven a car
in six years.

- What do you want?
- Fuck.

Take a left.

Where we going, Mike?

Embassy.

Embassy? You said
they're expecting that.

They are, but we are
shit out of options.

Take a right.

Mr. vice president,

you wanted us
to find barkawi's mistake.

Take a look at this.

Mcmillan: Of the 119 known

barkawi front companies
he's used in the past...

Monroe:
28 have been located in the uk,

11 in London proper.

Well, that's not news.

But it's a baseline.

Now, every entity he's ever used

in the past followed

a very rough
communication pattern

except...

Trumbull: No known
communication in or out ever.

Well, that's under construction.

No one lives or works there.

That's why this
is particularly interesting.

I had my NSA analyst take
a peek at the power usage.

Through the roof
for the last three weeks.

Pretty odd, considering nobody
lives or works there.

Central London.

Right under our bloody noses.

Tell sas that we're gonna
make a house call.

Right.

It doesn't feel right.

Slow.

Left.

Okay, stop.

This don't look good, Mike.

There's no way
to dress this up, sir.

It isn't good.

Could be worse.

We could be walking.

Attaboy.

Don't stop for anyone.

Fuck!

Asher: Are we clear?

Yeah.

We fucking made it. We did it.

We did it.

Asher: Mike!

Mike!

Mike!

Where is he?

Where is he?
Where the fuck is he?

Where is he?

Where'd they take him?

Lexing...

Broadwick and Lexington.

Stop. He's done!

Leave him. Come on.

Back off. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

You've gotta be banning.

Will Davies, captain 2-2, sas.

Trumbull sent us.
Code: Jekyll island.

President Asher
has just been taken,

and these assholes intend
to publicly execute him.

Davies: We know. At 8:00 P.M.

It's all over the Internet.

We'll take care of it. Move up.

Hey, hey, wait.

Look, we can't let you come
with us, mate.

How many times
have you saved this man's ass?

Now, I'm gonna go get him,

and you can either kill me,
or you can come with me,

but it ain't gonna go
any other way.

After you.

Officer: Cctv's back up.

- What did you do?
- Back online.

Disabled the authorization code

that shut down the cctv systems.

They've been watching us using
our own surveillance systems.

Wait.

What authorization code?

You should be thankful.

How many men get to experience
their death witnessed

by billions live?

You are going to go down
in history.

I'm not the only one
who's gonna die today, kamran.

Box command.

Banning.

Mike banning?

Chief inspector hazard,
Scotland yard.

Hold your position.

Our military will be
on your location in 20 minutes.

No, sir. The president's
gonna be dead in ten.

You don't understand.

We have NSA imagery

of where you're going.

It's their base of operations.

There are nearly
a hundred terrorists in there.

Yeah?

Well, they should have
brought more men.

All right.

Things are gonna get sporty.

Just watch your balls.

Will do.

Rpg!

Davies:
Two o'clock clear! Move up!

Okay, fuck that.

They're dug in like ticks
on a dog's arse.

We can't storm that building
with a force this small.

Yeah.

They'd kill the president
the second we tried. -Yeah.

All right, call box command.

Make sure the utilities here
are isolated and switched on.

You sound like a man
with a plan.

- See the generator?
- Yeah.

Let's poke out their eyes.

Yeah. Generator, twelve o'clock.

Fuck.

What happened?

Power supply was just cut.

Kamran: Get the emergency
generators up.

Come on!

Mike.

Banning: This is what we've got.

This is a three-story building.

The entrance point is here.

There are two stairwells,
one here and one here.

We believe the president's
being held

in this room
on the second floor.

Hold your position. Uh-huh.

I need you to hit this building
with everything you got.

- You got it.
- Keep them busy.

I'll sneak in solo.

Take that.

Do not touch that button
until I tell you.

Are you fucking crazy?

Yeah.

Wish me luck.

Don't shoot me.

Jj

Jj

They are almost here.

Why don't you just kill him now?

No.

The whole world has to see this.

You hear that, kamran?

That's the sound
of inevitability.

I'm going to kill you live,

but that doesn't mean
you can't suffer

privately first.

Look at me!

I held my sister

as she died in my arms.

We're all monsters,
Mr. president.

I won't justify your insanity

to make you feel better
about yourself.

Shoot him!

Jj

Almost. Power is back.

We're waiting
for the Internet connection.

Come on, come on.

Technology.

Only as good as the dumbshits
who are using it.

How long?

Seconds.

And we're live now.

Okay.

Say hello to the world,

Mr. president.

Turnbull: Oh, my god.

Kamran: Any last words,

Mr. president?

Asher: I do solemnly swear...

That I will
faithfully execute the office

of the president of
the United States...

Son of a bitch.

The United States,

and will to the best
of my ability

preserve,

protect

and defend...

Oh, my god.

I'm not watching this.

You know what you guys
don't get?

We're not a fucking building.

We're not a fucking flag.

We're not just one man.

Assholes like you

have been trying to kill us

for a long fucking time.

But you know what?

A thousand years from now...

We'll still fucking be here.

Mike, grenade!

What took you so long?

Ah, sorry.

I had a couple
of errands to run.

Shit.

Does this fucker ever die?

All right, we got to go.

You good? -Let's get
the hell out of here.

Jj

Over there.

Go, go!

Banner: Go! -Kamran: Go, go,
go, go, go, go!

Come on!

Mike! Come on!

Kamran: Go, go, go!

Jj

Damn it! I'm out!

I'm out, too.

Banning: Come in!

- Davies.
- We're trapped!

I repeat, we are trapped.

Blow it.

Are you insane?

I can't blow it yet.
You're not out.

We're not gonna get out
unless you do!

Trust me! Now, goddamn it!

Jj

Go, go, go!

Jj

Jj

Banning?

Banning, do you copy?

Has anyone found
any sign of them?

Soldier: Nothing. Over.

Soldier 2: Negative.

Okay, well, stay sharp.
Keep looking.

Box command.

No sign of the president yet.

Jj

Jj

Box command, we've found them.

- The president's alive.
- Soldier: All right.

Mason: Yeah! Monroe: Yes!

Jj -

Did I ever tell you...

I fuckin' hate funerals.

Jj

You okay?

Yeah.

Sir.

I got you. Here.

Davies: Mr. president.

Davies: Banning.

That all they got?

Kind of looks like it.

Jj

Banning: Lieutenant...

This could be
the missing link...

To barkawi.

I'll get it to box command
right away.

Next time I tell you
to blow it...

Just blow it.

Good job, lieutenant.

You, too, banning.

Safe journey home...

If that's possible for you.

Jj

Jj

Jacqueline: Next time you want
to leave town after betraying

your country,
how's about you steal

a car to take you
to your getaway vehicle?

Preferably one without a GPS,

'cause that just takes
all the fun out of it.

You forgot to delete
your access logs.

Your authorization's code
there, bright as day.

The security cameras
show you logging on.

Just get on the floor.

Do I have to tell you
this is the most dangerous time

since the great war?

They're cutting budgets
while the barbarians

are at the gate.

The system's failing us, Jax.

It's broken.
You know it as well as I do.

Things have to change.

So you thought
you'd teach us all a lesson?

That and 20 million Euros.

Come with me, Jax.

Get on the fucking floor.

John.

John.

Get on the floor.

Get on the floor, John.

Get on the fucking floor!

Jj -

man: Sir?

Kamran?

Trumbull: Mr. barkawi.

I thought you'd take my call.

You think this war...

This war that you started...

You think it's over?

I'll dedicate my life
to your death.

This war will not end.

Maybe you should look
out your window.

Jj

Soldier: Clear to proceed.

Ground asset confirms

target clear
of civilian presence.

Jj

Jj

Newsman: Two weeks
after the devastating attacks

on the British capital,

a new government
has been installed

and the city
has begun to rebuild.

In the words
of prime minister clarkson,

"London may have fallen,

but it has always endured
and will rise again."

Leah: So daddy's gonna be
taking some more time off.

Isn't that cool?

Yeah. Maybe it's the new me.

Or maybe the president insisted.

Hmm. Yeah. -

he says he reckons
I've earned a few days off,

thanks to you, little one.

Yeabh...

Yeah, it's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

Mm...

Jj

I wonder what you're gonna be
passionate about, lynne.

Hmm? Yeah.

Trumbull: Our hearts go out

to the people of London

and to our friends
around the world.

Far too many people died
for no good reason.

There are those
who will say that

this would never have happened

if we would just
mind our own business.

Nothing could be farther
from the truth.

And we have few good options.

But the worst option
is to do nothing.

And finally...

We owe it to our children
and to their children

to engage in the world.

God bless you all,

and god bless
the United States of America.

Newsman: That was vice
president trumbull live from...

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