Original subtitles

I used to have this mate, an American.

Samuel Wyatt.

He was fond of saying people are either grease or gravel.

That is, they make your life easier or they slow it down.

So, I'm wondering, which one are you?

(CAT MEOWS)

How much did you pay for it?

Where's Pavel Kuragin?

I know you bought a suitcase nuke off him,

and I know where you've stashed it.

You don't know anything.

Okay.

Tekura Compound.

And right about now, my team are on their way there.

(GRUNTS)

Isn't that where your family are?

Your wife, your kid?

How old's your kid? Nine, 10?

Tell me about Pavel,

and I'll make sure they're protected.

(COMMS BEEP)

NOVIN: Bravo Two, into position.

You know how it is in those situations.

Confusion, noise. Shoot first, ID later.

COLTRANE: (FROM COMMS) Ready on three.

- I know nothing. - Do you want me to jog your memory?

Pavel Kuragin, Russian agent, disavowed by his own country.

- COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) Two... - He's gone rogue, he's on the run.

- Not ring any bells? - COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) One...

- MAC: You haven't seen him? - COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) Bracing.

COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) Go, go, go, go, go!

- (MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) - (GUNFIRE)

NOVIN: (THROUGH COMMS) On me.

Clear!

COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) We're clear.

Contact!

MAC: That's your family in there, mate.

COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) Enemy foxtrot in the house. Pressing.

(MAN GROANS)

KATRINA: (THROUGH COMMS) Tango's down.

- (MAN YELLS) - (CHETRI GRUNTS)

Chetri!

(GROANS)

Doesn't sound good.

NOVIN: (THROUGH COMMS) First floor clear. Moving up.

(SHUDDERS)

Ten million.

We paid 10 million for the device.

Very good. Now we've started. Now tell me about Kuragin.

COLTRANE: (THROUGH COMMS) Bravo two, take point. Ready to move up.

NOVIN: Moving.

(DOOR OPENS)

Moving in.

MAC: Come on, Fahad. That's your family in there.

You must be scared.

I'd hate for there to be a mistake.

We didn't deal with Kuragin.

We dealt with a woman.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Natasha Petrenko. We had surveillance on her.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Get down! Get down.

Make it stop.

(GRUNTS)

- Room clear. - WOMAN: No.

(GROANS)

Boss, package located. We have the second nuke.

Did we get Pavel?

No. But we've got a lead.

COLTRANE: Well, it better be good.

I've been chasing shadows for too long.

We need Pavel, and we need him now.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- MADISON: Hi, honey. - (NEWS REPORT PLAYS ON RADIO)

How was your run?

Yeah, good.

- What time's your flight? - Flight is 1:30.

Two weeks, that's it.

Shenzhen, Shanghai, then I'm home with a nice fat paycheck

courtesy of Mr. Caleb Montgomery.

And bringing back an expensive gift for your patient wife?

You know, most people would say the gift of love

is more than enough.

They're wrong.

- (CHUCKLES) - Okay, I love you.

- Love you, too. - Bye.

- You know, maybe today... - Mmm-hmm?

...you could be, say,

I don't know, 15 minutes late.

- Fifteen minutes? - Yeah.

Aren't you the optimistic one? (LAUGHS)

- Ten? I'll take five. - Mmm-mmm.

Oh, come on. Don't leave me.

Look, I know it hasn't been easy getting work, and... And...

Don't worry about me. I'm good.

It's a nice, boring security job for a tech company.

And all the military stuff

and everything that came along with it,

it's in the past. It's good.

Maybe I realized there's more important things

than saving the world.

- "Saving the world"? - Yeah.

Fine.

You need help.

Bye.

Miss you.

Love you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Good morning, asshole.

CHETRI: This is the person who brokered the sale of the nuke

to the Tehrik-i-Taliban.

Natasha Petrenko, SVR Russian Intelligence Officer.

Died three years ago in a car crash, supposedly.

MAC: Looks pretty good for a corpse.

According to Alpha files, she was taken off the grid.

Worked as a deep-cover operative. Currently disavowed.

Disavowed because...

- It's redacted. - Wonderful. How helpful.

Maybe after the Kingfisher project was shuttered,

Moscow got nervous and started closing down

other similar ops.

Seems like your lot has a problem with pissed-off agents going rogue.

MAC: Well, they've made it our problem now.

Kuragin's got 10 million in the bank,

hooking up with another renegade operative.

Pavel's ramping up to something.

COLTRANE: Something big if he wants to start a war.

Unfortunately, Moscow and London have each decided

that 20 might not be up to this.

What?

They are aware we just recovered the other suitcase nuke?

Yes, I know. Well done, us.

But according to both sides, Pavel is always one step ahead.

(NOVIN SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

COLTRANE: Which means we have one last chance

before they pull the plug on the joint op.

How long have we got to wrap up?

- Ten days. - Bloody brilliant.

Facial recognition has picked up Petrenko

at Saidu Sharif airport eight hours ago.

We could find out where she was going, track her out the other side.

Very good.

As soon as we get a destination, we move.

Captain Zarkova, a word.

Great.

Time to complain to the Russian about the Russians.

Redacted files, really?

- (SIGHS) - We need better intelligence

from our partners in Moscow.

Oh, we're actually discussing work. Okay?

Well, what did you think we were doing?

Just that thing we said we wouldn't do again,

four or five times.

You know they're not going to share

that level of information with the West.

It's their rogue agent that we're hunting.

And it's your people who took all the credit

for securing the suitcase nuke.

Because we were the ones to bring it in.

Yeah, not like I was there, too, or anything, risking my life.

(SIGHS)

And I suppose there was always gonna be

a conflict of interest sooner or later.

East versus West.

Yeah, I guess it was always gonna get a little complicated.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Zero Alpha, got a locale on Petrenko.

(FROM COMMS) She's in Hong Kong.

(SIGHS)

Prepare to move out.

I swear she does that on purpose.

Good work, kid.

- I'm 27, but thank you. - It's a term of endearment.

We good?

You know, she nearly got tagged in the raid.

This is fucked up.

I'm training her as fast as I can, mate.

I know, but we need the boots on the ground.

It was a lot easier with Wyatt on my shoulder.

Yeah, it was, but he made his choice.

- (GUNSHOT) - Pavel, no!

(ALARM CLOCK BEEPING)

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

- Good morning, sir. - Yes, it is.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CALEB: Here's what I can offer your military.

Propriety satellite control and monitoring systems.

It's expensive, but there are times in life

when you wanna cut costs, gentlemen.

This is not one of those times.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Soda, diet.

(WOMAN SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTING)

You wanna spar with me, bro?

Oh, I'm good, sir.

What, afraid I'll kick your ass?

(GRUNTS)

Yeah, something like that.

Do you need security this evening, sir?

Calendar says you have a meeting.

Calendar's wrong.

Have the driver bring the car around front.

MADISON: You think everyone's an asshole.

Yeah, okay, that's true, but this guy is...

He's in a class of his own.

And I swear he's up to something.

"Up to something"?

You are just there to do security, right?

Yeah, honey, of course.

You sound a lot like the old Samuel Wyatt right now.

No, no, no, no, no. Just observing and reporting, that's all.

Don't worry about me.

Hey, listen, I gotta go.

I gotta go do some time sheets and shit.

All right. Talk to you later.

Yeah.

Hey, you have a good day at work, okay?

I love you.

Love you, too.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SHIP HORN BLOWS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

COLTRANE: Surveillance cameras got a hit on Natasha Petrenko.

Looks like we're on for the Tshin Shan nightclub in Kowloon.

I can hook into the CCTV system, get eyes inside.

The rest of you head in, find Petrenko,

find out why she's there and who she's meeting.

Are we thinking Pavel?

I can't see it, not in a public place.

COLTRANE: Well, he won't be far away.

It will be something.

She sells the nuke, gets 10 million, heads straight for this place, so...

So be careful, and don't spook the horses.

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) - (WOMEN GIGGLING)

(SLOW ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

CHETRI: (FROM COMMS) Bravos, there's a VIP area

which is reserved for one client.

I'm having issues with the CCTV feed.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Seems to be some interference coming from inside.

There's a wine-tasting lounge downstairs,

surveillance junction box in the far corner.

I'm on it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

Eyes on a familiar. Artem Orlov, former Black Sea Marine.

NOVIN: VIP area located.

Orlov, 482nd Russian Marine Battalion.

Listed missing-in-action, 2015.

Another dead Russian walking around.

COLTRANE: Right, well, stay sharp.

Could be other hostiles in the area.

NOVIN: Eyes on Echo One.

Heading towards VIP area.

COLTRANE: Keep your distance. You don't wanna blow this.

Bravo One is attending to the CCTV.

Let's get eyes on them first.

NOVIN: Copy that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

Come on, let's just get our asses in there.

The Colonel has given us an order. Wait and watch.

Yeah, and how about you screwing him?

Is that orders as well?

You know, Russia covering her bases.

You know, Russia covering all her bases.

You have eyes, yes?

You have seen his cheekbones, that tight little butt.

- Makes you want to... - Yeah, yeah, all right.

Strong arms, really strong arms.

Okay, mate, I'm sorry I asked.

Not everything is work.

(JUNCTION BOX CLICKING)

MAC: Unknown tango. Moving to engage.

All right, turn around nice and slow.

(CLICKING STOPS)

- Wyatt? - Mac?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm working.

You look good, man. You look like you lost weight.

Thanks. I like the...

Yeah, I clean up.

Uh, sorry. What are you doing here?

I'm trying to hack into the CCTV system.

You're tracking Petrenko as well?

"Petrenko"? No, no, no.

I'm on this asshole, Caleb Montgomery.

I'm working for him.

Who's Montgomery?

He's a tech guy.

You know, security, satellite systems, that kind of thing.

Tracked a few payments to him from a Kingfisher shell company.

So I swung a job on his security team.

Are you working for the CIA now?

No. No, no. I'm self-employed.

It's kind of a hobby more than anything.

Pavel shot me, Mac.

It still hurts when I piss.

I have to get him.

Zero, target could be a Caleb Montgomery.

I've identified the source of

surveillance interference and I'm fixing it.

Mind out, mate. Duty calls.

I'm sorry. Did you just refer to me as "interference"?

You're fucking up our feed, mate.

So what's your op? This Petrenko guy?

Petrenko woman. Possible associate of Pavel.

- Yours? - Yeah.

So wait, your target could be meeting up with my target.

Could be.

Well, ain't that a small world.

Too bloody small.

We're fighting the same war, Mac.

CALEB: They say you should never mix business and pleasure,

but that's never been a problem of mine.

(SIGHS) Here.

- What happened here? - What does it matter?

- It's called small talk. - I don't do small talk.

Humor me.

I fell out of a tree as a child.

Well, that doesn't look like the kind of scar you'd get

falling from a tree, now, does it?

Cheers.

CHETRI: Eyes on Echo.

Looks like some kind of deal going down.

Observing only. Let it play out.

Bravo One, moving out.

Where do you think you're going?

- Coming with you. - No, you're not.

I'm sensing some tension, Mac.

Is this because I left without saying goodbye?

No, it's because I'm working.

So stay back and let me do my job.

We don't fit in.

Always checking the room, always a little on edge.

I can spot military a mile away.

No offense, mate, but there's two of us

- and one of you. - (ARTEM SIGHS)

You should have brought more men.

Huh.

Boryenka here doesn't understand English,

so I'm quite comfortable in telling you he has

no redeeming social or professional qualities

beyond being a...

Uh...

A fucking thug.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Big Mac and his big mouth.

I'll get the big fella then.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Do you have what I asked for?

Do you have the money?

Five million, ready for transfer.

Now, five feels a little low.

I mean, what we're doing here isn't exactly legal.

Make it eight.

What makes you think I have that money?

Hell, you rented out the whole VIP section,

so let's call it a hunch.

Bet you wished you'd indulged me in some fucking small talk now, huh?

You were advanced one million on an understanding...

You just gotta shake out the other seven.

But if you're not interested, I can go.

No, I'm interested.

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(STRAINING) You wanna give me a hand?

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(BORYENKA COUGHING)

Just like old times.

Prick.

Oh, you son of a bitch.

(BOTH YELL)

It's a deal then.

You know, and you're right.

This scar was not from a tree.

(SCREAMING)

Deal's gone wrong. Move in, grab the principals.

Go, go, go.

I am two inches from your femoral artery.

- (STUTTERING) Please... - (GRUNTS)

Please!

Transfer the software we need.

Okay, okay, look, look, look. Okay.

It's doing it. It's doing it.

Look, look, look. It's just... Please... Ow, please!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- Got Echo. - Getting target.

CALEB: Fucking stabbed me.

- KATRINA: You'll live. - (CALEB WINCES)

NOVIN: Move.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Bravo Two, sit-rep.

NOVIN: We have the asset. Moving to exfil.

- Wyatt? - Hey, short stuff.

Dickhead.

- Take them out the back. - Copy.

- Hey, boss, how you doing? - What the hell are you doing here?

Come on, move.

Everybody get down!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Shit! Down!

(GRUNTS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

(NOVIN COUGHS)

COLTRANE: (FROM COMM) Bravo, sit-rep.

Pavel set off an IED.

I've lost eyes on Echo One.

Emergency services, police inbound.

(ALL COUGHING)

MAC: We have the target. Alpha and Echo are gone.

COLTRANE: Move the target out to the RV point.

MAC: Boss, we've got injured civilians.

We cannot be caught here.

- Move out. We're on our way. - MAC: Let's go. Novin, let's go.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

CALEB: I was stabbed in the fucking leg, man.

You said you would take me to the hospital.

WYATT: Yeah, we will,

just as soon as you've answered a few more questions.

CALEB: You know what?

You're done.

I'm gonna make sure you never work again.

What'd you sell the Russians?

They're rogue agents, you know.

(CHUCKLES)

What, you think I'm scared of you and Sergeant Burnout here?

This guy comes to me, begging for a job.

Actually felt sorry for him.

Ex-military, couldn't hack it in the real world.

Hey.

You don't get to talk about him like that.

Not now, not ever.

Besides, it's not actually us you have to worry about.

It's everybody else, asshole.

COLTRANE: Hong Kong authorities,

British and American intelligence agencies,

Securities and Exchange Commission, not to mention the Russians.

What is it your lot want to do?

Just to take him to the enhanced interrogation center in Siberia.

Yeah, I definitely wouldn't recommend that one.

You see, we're the easy way, Mr. Montgomery.

(SIGHS)

Where are they going?

All I know is it's some off-books Russian satellite station.

PAVEL: Artem, you're late.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) No Russian.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) You were supposed to protect her exfil.

I was. I was dealing with British military.

A lifetime of wet work, assassination,

Odessa, Kiev, the Black Sea massacre...

I knew you would find your way out, because you are very good at your job.

We were all good at our jobs, before a regime

that forced us to give up everything, betrayed us anyway, cast us aside.

First, you abandon me, and now you're giving me a fucking speech?

Artem, you ready?

Then we'd better get moving.

(SIGHS)

Just remember.

We're working with you, not for you.

- (MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN) - (MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN FROM COMMS)

- (ALARM BLARING) - (MAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Ah, ah.

Put it down.

PAVEL: On your knees! Move! ARTEM: Move.

- I said move. - NATASHA: Move, move!

PAVEL: Move!

Keep your fucking head down!

Satellite control systems.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER FROM COMMS)

Eyes down.

Okay, let's go.

Look at the fucking floor!

Uploading the worm from Mr. Montgomery.

Now we find out if it works or if we've all just wasted our time.

Artem, give her room.

CALEB: They wanted malware to crack the control systems I had installed.

They're looking to gain access to a ghost satellite,

designation Sobaka.

What's so important about this satellite?

CALEB: Ask your own people.

All I know is, these rogue agents of yours,

they plan to bring it crashing down to earth.

CHETRI: We need the frequency of the satellite signal.

CALEB: You can't link up with it here.

That's why they need access to the facility.

- Plug right into the hardware... - We don't need to plug in.

Listen, I'm sure you're just fucking peachy

and everyone just loves you, but this shit is my...

We just need to interrupt their signal.

I mean, that... That could work.

Yeah.

- NATASHA: We're hooked in. - How long?

Thirty minutes.

Please, let the others go.

(CHUCKLES) What do you think we're planning to do with you all?

We're not animals.

We're patriots.

Well?

I spoke to General Pokrovsky about the satellite...

And? Did he say what it was?

Or why Kuragin's so interested in it?

My superiors either don't know,

or they don't wish to share that information with the West.

(SIGHS)

Very well.

WYATT: It's just a boring investment conference. That's it.

Oh, okay, okay.

All right, well, I'll speak to you then.

Yeah, you too.

Bye.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

MAC: "Investment conference"?

Madison.

She took you back then?

With conditions.

What conditions?

Like, I promise that I leave all this shit behind.

Don't take this the wrong way, mate,

but you're an idiot.

CHETRI: (FROM COMMS) Satellite link frequency obtained.

Copy that.

Chetri's got something.

(SIGHS)

Target interference.

Bring the satellite down.

It will be off trajectory 200-300 kilometers.

And if we wait, we could lose the connection. Just do it.

Satellite's falling. Two hours till impact.

It'll land somewhere in north Philippines.

I'll get a closer fix on it soon.

Right, well, if we move fast enough,

we might be able to get to it before Pavel.

All right, sounds like a plan.

(CLEARS THROAT) Boss.

Can we leave Wyatt out of this?

Uh, excuse me?

Technically, you are a civilian.

Technically, I'm also awesome.

(CHUCKLES)

We're up against highly trained Russian ex-military operatives.

I think Mr. Wyatt's skill set will come in handy.

Thank you.

At least somebody's happy to see me.

That's not what I said. Come on.

Corporal.

Yes, sir.

CALEB: You're going to the Philippines?

(DOOR OPENS)

Aren't you taking me to the hospital?

Not quite, mate.

Hey, what are you doing?

Well, like the boss said,

there's some peeps who wanna talk to you.

Wait. Which people?

What, the cops? The SEC?

You'll find out soon enough.

Russia?

Hey, Wyatt, bro, come on.

Look, how does a big fat raise sound? Huh?

I wouldn't know.

You fired me.

Wyatt...

Please!

I have the landing coordinates. We're done here.

Pavel, they work for Russia.

Yes, they do.

- You put down your weapon before. - You told me to.

Yes, but you had a job to do.

To protect the secrets of Russia from people like us,

but you, you just rolled over. You gave up.

You are what is wrong with our nation.

We have become cowards.

We used to be bold, but now we only hide behind computers,

- poking the West... - (GRUNTS)

...retreating and denying when we are discovered.

ARTEM: Pavel...

At least the Americans have the decency to bomb their enemies,

then build shopping malls

and fast-food restaurants on the rubble.

(STRANGLED SCREAM)

(GRUNTS)

(MAN GROANING)

(GUNSHOT)

(ARTEM SIGHS)

CHETRI: Just got a fix on the satellite trajectory.

COLTRANE: And?

And it's coming in hard, off-course.

Due to land 10 miles outside of Marawi,

by a small shantytown called Santa Diwa.

That's an ISIL stronghold.

It's basically crashing down into the middle of a war zone.

(INSURGENTS SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(INSURGENTS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(INSURGENTS SPEAKING)

CHETRI: Bravos, our satellite imagery confirms

that a package was removed from the crash site

and taken to an ISIL safe house.

Vehicle entering Santa Diwa two klicks north of your location.

(INSURGENTS SPEAKING)

CHETRI: (FROM COMMS) ID on Pavel Kuragin

with multiple local tangos.

COLTRANE: Get that package before Kuragin does.

MAC: Copy that.

Multiple tangos in your area. Stay frosty.

Man, I've missed this.

Moving.

(INSURGENTS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

KATRINA: I should be part of the recovery squad.

COLTRANE: If whatever was taken from that satellite is so important

to the Russians that they won't tell us,

then I'd rather my team fetch it

without a Russian captain looking over our shoulder.

(KATRINA SCOFFS)

Of course.

'Cause that's all I am to this team.

"The Russian."

(SIGHS) Just stay focused.

You're still on this job.

- MAC: Eyes on target location. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

Go to the door.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

(BONE CRACKS)

MAC: Clear?

Clear. Package secured.

COLTRANE: Head to the RVpoint.

Wait. What have we got?

Mission's to grab it, not open it.

They took down a bloody satellite for it.

You don't wanna have a sneaky peek?

Yeah, all right.

- WYATT: What the hell are they? - Missile launch keys.

Pavel traded a nuke for missiles?

Doesn't make sense.

Yeah, what worries me more is why you'd keep the keys on a satellite.

NOVIN: Since the '50s there's been rumors

that both Russia and the West have been storing sensitive data

and other shit up there for safekeeping.

So whatever those are...

- Bad news? - Very bad news.

PAVEL: Your people have something that I want.

You bring it to me, and you can name your price.

The price will be high.

It usually is.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Bravo, multiple tangos headed your way.

MAC: Oh, great.

Let's go.

(ALL SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Spreading out, searching.

We'll need to move to emergency RV point.

Move.

COLTRANE: Be careful. The whole damn town's looking for you.

MAC: Go, Wyatt.

- Moving. - NOVIN: Move, move.

Right, Bravo Two. Check right for exfil. We'll check left.

- Copy. - MAC: Moving.

(INSURGENTS SPEAKING)

(INSURGENT SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Tangos prepping. My route's blocked.

- Weapon down. - (SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Don't do it.

- (GRUNTS) - (BONE CRACKS)

Fuck's sake, Mac!

All right, possible exfil this way.

Hey, look, go back inside.

- Go back inside. No, no, no! - (WOMAN SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

- Shit! Move, move! - WYATT: Moving!

(INSURGENTS SHOUTING)

Fuck!

Move it, Mac.

MAC: Okay.

- Changing. - Move!

- Move! - MAC: Yeah.

Move. Go, go, go!

NOVIN: Go left. MAC: Check it.

NOVIN: Copy.

MAC: Get back, get back.

- (GUNFIRE) - (EXCLAIMS)

WYATT: Fuck! Fuck.

Shit! Stay down.

NOVIN: Clear!

Let's go, mate. Go, go!

Wyatt, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Arm got tagged.

Give us a look, mate.

Oh, nice one.

Yeah, I'm not exactly sure how I'm gonna explain this one back home.

Hey, keep the chat to a minimum, yeah?

It's not what you think.

He was so proud of you, you know?

That you'd got out, got a job, a real life.

You coming back, it kind of broke his heart.

All right, we're going out the back.

Finish patching him up and get ready to move.

(INSURGENTS SPEAKING)

Shit. Tangos incoming! Move!

Go! Go, go, go!

(INSURGENT SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

- Wyatt. - Yeah?

- Mac. - Yeah?

- WYATT: Move! - Contact!

Moving!

(GUNFIRE)

(NOVIN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MAC: Come after you.

Changing!

Grenade! Move!

- Move! - Go!

(GRUNTS) Fuck!

MAC: Changing!

(INSURGENTS YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Move! Move!

Moving!

(GRUNTS)

Boss!

Go, exfil.

MAC: Section vehicle, Wyatt!

- KATRINA: Come on! - No!

- Cover! - MAC: Move it!

Go, go, go! Go!

Moving!

- Boss, let's go. - Just go.

- Meet me at the ERV. - Copy.

- NOVIN: Get in, Mac. - Move, move, move!

(TIRES SCREECH)

Pick me up, due east, two minutes.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(COLTRANE GROANING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)