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You can't turn back time
to stop what happened to Sarah.

Summer 2018?

I was on a mission summer 2018.

Didn't go well.

Summer 2018,
did you reset the clock?

- Yeah.
- Hi.

- How many times?
- A lot.

We have to go again.
We have to try again.

The mission was successful.

I remember you from Paris.

Last one standing.

Dennis Rebrov.

He's on almost every
terror watchlist in the world.

- He's ex-Lazarus?
- One of our brightest and best.

You want to turn back time?

Yes.

Okay.

Oh, hey, Faye.

Hey.

Everything all right?

Everything's great.

Okay, people, people,
let's gather.

It's a group
called the Lost Glory.

They've got a name like
an impotence awareness campaign

but they're a serious outfit.

And we believe, at some point,
in the next few months,

they're gonna be in possession
of Big Boy.

Rebrov's confirmed
they are the group

he was working with in Paris.

Oh, Virgil Isaacs.

Leader of the Glory since 2015.

If anyone knows
where Big Boy is, it's this man.

So, do we have a lead
on where they are?

Well, we haven't got
anything concrete from Rebrov,

but Interpol have given us
a lead on a possible base

in the Czech Republic.

Fifty miles from Prague.

So, we're going hunting.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Look, um, I want in on this.

What, the mission?
No. You're not going.

Ah, come on.
Archie, I need this.

Why? Why do you need it?

What part of joining a wet team

in a scraggy bit of land
in Eastern Europe

to fight with terrorists
do you need right now?

Uh, I wanna be useful.

Well, you're not useful.
Not currently.

- Not in the field.
- Why not?

What, you think
'cause I lost someone,

that makes me weak?

I can do this.

Look, I trust you, okay?
This isn't about that.

But I'm not going
to rush you back.

And that's my final word on it.

They're a pseudo-fascist,

libertarian,

free-the-people-
from-the-shackles-of-whatever,

and so on,

fucking nonsense group.

The Lost Glory. Jesus.

I'm offended to be working
with these people.

Well, Interpol gave us a lead
on their base

so, pretty soon they won't
be working with anyone.

If they get wiped out,

that's my best chance
of getting to Big Boy gone.

Relax. The bomb's
not going anywhere.

The key's the detonator.

That's the endgame.

So, how do I get it?

I give you a contact
who can make it for you.

Who?

Someone who's as likely
to slit your throat and bury you

in an unmarked grave
as help you,

but I guess that's just a risk

I'm going to
have to be willing to take.

Yeah, that sounds great.

What if Lazarus get to the bomb
before then?

Tell the Lost Glory
they're coming.

Well, do they have
a phone number?

They have a YouTube page.

You're shitting me.

No.

Write them a convincing message.
They'll scatter.

And the detonator?

Carrer de Santa Teresa,

08012, Barcelona.

That's the address.

When you get there,
you tell her from me,

this couldn't have gone
any other way.

Sorry, it's a bit cold.

Yeah. I suppose
that's the worst part

of pregnancy, right? Cold tummy.

Until there's a medicine ball
coming out your vagina.

That part's arguably worse.

And how many nights will it be
till the baby is sleeping

through the night do you reckon?

Week at most?

Do you want to know
what you're having?

Having a real good
fucking time is what I'm having.

She talks a lot
when she's nervous.

What is it?

A little boy.

A little boy.

Oh, wow.

I don't know what to say.

Congratulations is traditional.

Fuck, Janet, you know the deal.

Time your conception
to just before the checkpoint.

It's so romantic
when you put it like that.

- Janet...
- Archie.

We didn't exactly plan it,
you know?

I mean, there are reasons
these rules get put in place.

Get pregnant
between January and June,

and if we go back
to the previous year,

the worst thing you lose
is probably a pregnancy.

Get pregnant
between July and December

and you could lose
something a lot worse.

I know.

The worst thing you lose
could be a lot worse.

Firstly, I've lost
a pregnancy before,

so let's not dismiss that
as no big deal, okay?

And secondly, don't talk to me
like I don't know the rules.

I've been doing this longer
than you.

I'm sorry.

That's fine.

So, when are you due?

Pretty much July 1st.

What happens if it's early?

What happens if you have
your baby before the checkpoint

and we have to jump back
12 months?

Why not get a termination
and follow protocol?

Why take the risk?

This is my baby.

This one. That's all there is.

Well then, congratulations.

Just going away
for a little bit, love.

Got something I need to do.

Think it might all be a bit
fucking mental, to be honest,

but there you are.

I'm not gonna lie,
it's shit packing without you.

Who's going to tell me
I don't need that many t-shirts

for a weekend away?

"Don't pack that size deodorant,"

"you'll only have to chuck it
at the airport."

What am I gonna do?

Blow up the plane
with my Sure Ice?

I checked in online.

Printed off my boarding pass

so I'll put that in
with my passport

in the front of my bag.

Like you always tell me.

Fucking hell.

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you?

Rebrov sent me.

He told me, "This couldn't
have gone any other way."

How much?

How much what?

How much trouble is he in?

So, we got a tip-off

and picked up
some of his friends.

One of them gave him up.

He doesn't have any friends.

- Clearly.
- After the checkpoint then.

You know about the checkpoints?

I was in Lazarus, just like you.

- When?
- Long time ago now.

- Dennis didn't mention that?
- No.

What did he mention about me?

That you're as likely
to slit my throat as help me.

Uh, look, I need you to make me
a detonator, I need a...

Dennis and I haven't seen
each other for a long time.

But we have a system.

Phrases that we pass on
to each other

with different meanings.

"Trust this person."

"Be wary." "Kill on sight."

Different messages
that only we know.

"This couldn't have gone
any other way." Huh.

What does that mean then?

Will you stay
for dinner, George?

How much blood?

- Not much. It's just spotting.
- What's spotting?

Read the fucking leaflets
and you'd know.

Well, I haven't read
the fucking leaflets,

so why don't you tell me?

Spotting! It's what
it sounds like. Spots of blood.

Is it a lot? Is it too much?

I don't know, I'm not a doctor.

They need to make
those damn sirens louder.

It's fine.

You're totally healthy,
the baby's fine.

- Oh, thank God.
- Are you sure?

Because I think I ran over
some people on the way here.

He's joking.

Look, it happens sometimes

and we do get a lot
of very panicked mums coming in,

but you have nothing

- to worry about.
- It's just...

It's a delicate pregnancy.

But it's also a healthy one.

Any more bleeding
or any questions or concerns,

always come straight back.

Try not to run anyone over,
though, hmm?

Mmm.

I'm in position.
Awaiting orders.

Affirmative. We're here, Shiv.

What's going on?

Got a tip-off
that a rogue state's planning

on selling chemical weapons
to North Korea.

Shiv's on the ground now.
Where have you been?

- Nowhere.
- She had a bleed.

- What?
- It's fine. We saw the doctor.

- You sure?
- Absolutely.

- I drove very fast.
- He really did.

- You okay?
- Fine.

She had a bleed.

She's bleeding?

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Everything's fine.
- Janet's bleeding.

I... I'm not. I'm fine.
Everything's fine.

You went to the doctor?

He said it was actually
quite common.

- I have leaflets.
- I can confirm.

Agent Rebrov has leaflets, Shiv.

Any movement there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've got the car
coming from the West.

Looks like
the drop off's happening

I've got eyes on the target.

Looks like he's closing
the deal.

Do I have a green light?

Green light.

Shiv. You are go for extraction.

Copy that.

And one last push.

Really well done!

Ooh. Ooh.

One last push.

And here's your boy.

Hi. Hello.

Oh.

Hi.

We shot the wrong man.

He uses decoys.

Intel fuck-up.

What's the next move?

We're going back out there.

There's talk on the channels

that he may have made
the arms sale already.

The North Koreans
have the weapons?

No. We think
that was a decoy, too.

That's a lot
of fucking decoys, Shiv.

I know.

Who has the weapons?

We don't know.

Well, you need to find them.

We're working on that. Promise.
I'm getting on a plane...

I don't need you
to talk about it,

I need you to do it.

So, what,
what's your story then?

All I know about you is that
you have a history with Rebrov,

might want to kill me

and you can make detonators
for nuclear warheads.

Well, what else is there?

Could start with your name.

I don't want to tell you
my name.

Is that little girl
your daughter?

I don't want to talk
about her either.

Do you have
a favourite football team?

Crystal Palace.

I wasn't actually expecting you
to have an answer to that one.

Go Eagles.

Palace?

Makes sense why you want
to blow up the planet.

I don't want
to blow up the planet.

Oh, just the nuclear detonator
thing suggests differently.

I won't be the one pressing it.

That'd be you.

Yeah.

Do you want to blow
the planet up?

No. I just want
to turn back time.

There you go then.

Your name's Janet, isn't it?

Archie told me about you.
Told me what happened.

I'm sure she didn't tell you
all of it.

Maybe we should go out
for a walk.

Take our minds off things.

I don't want to go
for a fucking walk,

I want to find out what's
happening with the arms deal.

Two days. Less than that now.

This isn't a "No news"

"is a good news'
situation, Dennis."

What if they're already
all dead?

What if they're giving
the order now?

I've talked to Wes,
I've talked to Archie,

I've spoken to everyone,

and I've told them
to keep us in the loop.

Less than 48 hours
till the checkpoint

and there's a missing
chemical weapon out there.

Keeping us informed
isn't the priority.

In fact, I'd say
it's the exact opposite of that.

I'll go.

It's okay. Hey.

In the end, it wasn't Lazarus
that told us.

It was a contact of Dennis'
at the CIA.

He'd picked up wire reports

of a detonation in China.

We were just hours

from the checkpoint.

Hours from our son being safe.

I'm not sure you should be here.

What is going on?

There was
a chemical weapons attack.

That's just countryside.
That's a rural area.

It's a Chinese
military compound.

What are the casualty reports?
What's Beijing saying?

Their fleet has been made
attack-ready.

No one's claimed credit for it?

We've intercepted communications

between the Russians
and the Chinese.

They're blaming the Americans.

They can't substantiate that.

They don't have to.

The wheels
are already in motion.

This is ridiculous.

It's a code black.

I'm authorising us to go back.

Wes, we don't know
how it's going to pan out.

No.

And we don't have the time
to wait and see.

Please, please, please.
Wes, Wes, please...

It's too risky. I'm sorry.

Faye, make the call.

Look at him. Look at him.

You'll kill him.

Help.

You're killing him.

You don't know
how this is going to play out.

There's no evidence linking this
to the Americans,

this is...
This is just Chinese posturing.

We can use
diplomatic channels...

If I had a week, yes,

even if I had a few days,
but I don't.

I don't even have a day,
I've hours left,

and the Chinese are making
all the wrong kinds of noises,

and our window of opportunity
to undo this is vanishing.

I don't have a choice.

- Please...
- Faye, make the call.

Please don't do this. Please,
please, please don't do this.

Wes.

Please, please,
please, please don't do this.

Get back to work!

Jesus fucking Christ.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Please, please. Please!

I want to have
a funeral for him.

Other mothers get that,
don't they?

When their baby dies,
they get to have a funeral.

I didn't know what to...

We tracked down
the buyers, but...

I don't need a debrief, Shiv.

All the intel pointed
to that man being the target.

There was no way to know that...

- Fuck, I am so fucking sorry.
- Yeah.

People keep saying that to us.

Fucking hell.

That wasn't the end of it.

Not by a long shot.

You can sleep on the sofa.

Tomorrow I'll start work.

Units approaching the compound.

ETA 20 minutes.

Stand by...

Hold your position.

George seem okay to you?

Better than he was.

That's what concerns me.

Pretty keen to come
on this mission, wasn't he?

He just wants to be useful.

- What?
- You know what.

This guy was in an office

making shitty phone apps
a year ago.

Now he thinks
he's James fucking Bond,

and his girlfriend's dead,
and he's screaming at us

to let him join a mission
he's totally ill-equipped for.

He wasn't ready for Paris,
he isn't ready for this.

None of it.
Tell me if I'm wrong.

I think you're wrong.

Well, I hope so.

Eagle 4-2. Go.

They left in a hurry.

Someone must have told them
we were coming.

Found something.

Might not be a wasted trip.

I lost a baby, too.

It wasn't the same,

but it wasn't born, really,
if you think about it.

It was...

It's okay.

How do you know how to do that?

I went to night classes.

I'm good with machines.

Good at understanding
how things work.

Do you know
how the time loops work?

I've got an idea.

- And?
- I hope I'm wrong.

Why are you helping me?

Because I owe Dennis.

And because...

even though he's not perfect,

he deserves better than
being stuck in a Lazarus cell.

He wants to destroy the world.

He doesn't want
to destroy the world.

He's hurting.

People lash out when they hurt.

I went to the doctor.

It worked.

I'm pregnant.

How's he looking?

Everything's exactly right.

Except your pronouns.

You're having a girl.

- A girl?
- Mmm-hmm.

Would you like a copy?

Erm...

We've made it.

Here we go.

There we are.

Hey.

Welcome home, little one.

I take it you're not drawing

a pension from Lazarus?

- No.
- How do you get by?

We manage.

This is nice. It's nice
to get out of the house.

Take a break
from the nuclear detonator

for a bit.

You like to make a joke
of things, don't you?

Yeah. I guess.

You remind me of him.

Of Rebrov?

He doesn't seem
like the joking kind.

Oh, he used to be very funny.

Fuck, I used to be funny.

You know how you said

you two had phrases
that you'd give to people

to let you know
if they could be trusted or not.

What phrase would Rebrov
have had to plant on me

to make you, like,
kill me on the spot?

"Big plans are afoot."

And then, what,
you'd have just...

Beaten you to death
with a saucepan.

Ouch.

A fighter jet got shot down

and the Modeen
are being blamed for it.

Ah.

They think it could
snowball into something

- if we don't step in.
- No one told me.

We don't think
it's gonna be a big deal.

You're not keeping me
out the loop, are you, Archie?

No.

- How's the little one?
- Good.

- And Janet?
- Fine.

You'll tell her I'm thinking
of her? We miss her.

I'll tell her.

There's been a problem.

What kind of problem?

Things are escalating here.

There's talk
of a missile strike.

Is it...

It's a code black, Dennis.

You need to talk to Janet.

Well done. That's it, well done.

That's it, my love.

Hello again, kiddo.

Sorry about that.

I was thinking, by the way,

I want you to move in with me.

Well done, that's it.

She's called Sarah.

There we go.

There we go, well done.

What the fuck's going on?

They're trying everything
they can, I promise.

They're not trying hard enough.

One last push.

They told me I had a gift.

That I could use it for good.

But it's not a gift,
it's a fucking nightmare.

And as I went back,

time and time again,
to give birth to my daughter,

I could see it in her eyes.

She had it, too.

Get this fucking done.

Janet? Where are you?

Janet?

How could you?

How could you do that?

How could you fucking do that?

In the end, neither of us
could take it anymore.

There you go.

It all became...

Janet, can you hear me?

One experience.

Push now.

Pain and blood and screaming.

And my daughter,
ripped from inside me,

again, and again,
and again, and...

For the longest time,

I truly believed
it would never end.

We have to go again.
We have to try again.

The opposition just took

the Parliament building
and the TV station.

Our intelligence
shows it worked.

No, Wes, please, no.

It's not giving us anything new.

Okay.

- Dennis?
- Hey. You're all right, Faye.

Sit.

I need to see it.
I need to see the machine.

There is no machine.

There's got to be something.

Who are you calling?

Who's on the other end
of the line?

You know I can't share
that information with you.

What is it? A shadowy cabal
of billionaires?

Secret society?

Alien spaceship?

I need to know
who the fuck I'm working for.

You work for me.

I'm as high up the chain
as you go.

Dennis.

I am so sorry
for what happened to you...

Shut up, Wes, just shut up.

You need to go home
to your family

and you need to rest.

The world wants to die.

It wants to die
and we keep stopping it.

Please...

- Please put the gun down.
- We're not in control here!

We don't get to decide
when we live and when we die!

I'm going to stop you
playing God.

I'm gonna destroy
that fucking machine

and I'm gonna let the world do

what it so desperately
wants to do.

We've saved millions of lives.

Lives that weren't meant
to be saved!

We're not supposed to be here!
We're a pox!

What are you
willing to lose, Wes?

What are you
willing to sacrifice?

Just take me to it,
for God's sake.

No.

She had more time than my son.

Take me to it.

Put it down.

♪♪ Come along

♪♪ We'll hide from anything
and anyone...

♪♪ If you hold on

♪♪ We can together
embrace the storm... ♪♪

♪♪ Forever in the...

♪♪ No one knows

♪♪ How the shelter we've built...

Dennis?

Dennis, are you there? Dennis?

Janet, I'm sorry.

You need to run.

♪♪ Come along

What did you do?

It's not what I did,
it's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna destroy them.
I'm gonna destroy them all.

- Dennis...
- I love you.

Dennis, listen.

- I'm so sorry.
- Don't.

What's done is done.