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(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(LAPTOP BEEPING)

Nadia?

(NADIA SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I've got something.

Lads!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Nadia? Nadia?

She has cloned Myshkin's phone.

- But she's scared.
- LOCKE: Well, we need the intel.

If Kwon is still here,
he can lead us to Li-Na.

You're gonna get it.

But you'll just have to do it Nadia's way.

And what way is that?

You're gonna need tuxedos.

What?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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Here.

Dude.No.

All right.

Gotta say, you scrub up pretty well.

Cheers.

You look absolutely beautiful.

I know.

There. Better.

Let's do it.

SCOTT: So, uh, what's with the opera house?

Dansky and I, our first mission together,

this was the dead drop.

So she thinks it's her lucky charm.

On the bright side,

it is a chance to inject young Damien here
with some culture.

I got culture coming out of my ass.

MICHAEL: Most opera involves
sex, violence, death and betrayal.

So, yes, it should be right up your alley.

See, that sounds good.

But you dress it up any way you want.

I know this is gonna be
some fat chicks singing

with horns on their helmets.

She's here.

First floor, box number one.

(WOMAN SINGING OPERA)

Who's this?

It's okay. He's with me. You can trust him.

I'm Scott. Damien Scott.

Are you okay? You have the intel?

He's made me, Nina.
Myshkin knows I'm undercover.

He's gonna come after me, isn't he?

- Just like he did with you.
- No. No, no.

You're out now, okay? You're out.

You believe me?

Yes.

There is a meet involving Kwon
tomorrow morning.

What you want is on here.
I just need something from you.

What is that?

I need out.

Of this city, this country.

New name, new identity, new start.

It's fine. You got it. New start.

- (SILENCED GUNSHOT)
- (NINA GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SINGING STOPS)

Shit.

SCOTT: Enough.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Let's go. On me, on me.

I could have taken him.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MICHAEL: Come on, come on, come on!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

RV one.

LOCKE: (ON RADIO)
Roger that, in position.

- Did you get it?
- NINA: We got it, but we lost Dansky.

Police are inbound. We gotta move.

- You should have let me get Myshkin.
- I know.

But the mission comes first.

Sorry.

Nina,

I am sorry about your friend.

This'll fix things.

To Dansky.

To Dansky.

So, you've dealt with Myshkin before,
haven't you?

(SCOFFS)

Yeah.

Eight years ago,

he was selling arms
to different terrorist organizations.

So the FSB put me undercover.

I was his girlfriend for two years.

Then he found out.

Myshkin likes to hurt people.

Got off on it.

Nina, you don't have to tell me.

Afterwards, I was in pieces.

Nadia, she really helped me.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

(WHISPERING) Shit.

It's my fault.

- Nina, it's not your fault. It's...
- I need you to make me a promise.

What's that?

That I will have Myshkin.

I need that.

All right.

You got it.

I promise.

(NINA SIGHS)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(NINA MOANING)

LOCKE: Let's see if Myshkin's phone
has what we need.

Dansky said there was a meet
tomorrow at 11:00

involving Kwon.

LOCKE: Here it is.

"Oppenheimer."

What is it?
The name, does it mean something to you?

Oppenheimer was the codename
of a master bomber

active during the troubles
in Northern Ireland.

Hmm. Which side?

- Which side, boss?
- Both.

Loyal to no one except the highest bidder.

Never managed to ID him.

This photograph is as close as we got.

Saw plenty of his handiwork, though.

Bloody hell.

LOCKE: We've had intel on him for the
last 10 years. Terrorist attacks, bombs.

Palestine, Ukraine, Chechnya.

Never managed to confirm it was him.

And there is a reason why
he's stayed alive so long.

Because he is like no one we have ever faced,

and if he is teaming up with Kwon and Li-Na,
God knows what they're planning.

Oppenheimer is the real deal, Michael.

LOCKE: (ON RADIO) Okay, listen up.

Do not engage targets
until we know Kwon is present.

He's our best and only lead to Li-Na.

So we scare him off, we've got nothing.

SCOTT: Got that.

- I got the north end.
- MICHAEL: I've got south.

NINA:
Line of sight, east-west. I'm on it.

(EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SCOTT: I'm at the station now.

No sign of him.

LOCKE: Bravo team, stand by.
I have eyes on Kwon.

I repeat, confirmation of Kwon.

He's approaching from the northwest.

Eyes on target. Coming down
the west set of stairs from the train station.

LOCKE: Stay on him.

NINA: Moving into position.

Scott, hold position!

I can take him down now.

That's a negative,
let's see who he's come to meet.

That fucker tortured my child.

Scott, stay on mission.

Copy that, sir.

MICHAEL: Target's sitting down
with a man in his mid-50s

wearing a gray overcoat.

That's gotta be him.
That's gotta be Oppenheimer.

You're uncomfortable.

We agreed. No direct contact. Not yet.

LOCKE:
Nina, are you getting this?

I like to look a man in the eyes.

Tells me so much more than words.

You're good.

But there's a slight hint
of desperation off you. Of need.

So the price has just doubled.

Considering what you're asking me to do,
I think it's reasonable.

Very well.

New account number.

Michael, take Oppenheimer.

Yeah, roger that.

LOCKE: Scott, Kwon's yours.

And then, uh, coffee.

Thanks, buddy.

I got him.

Mind if I join you?

My team is watching you.
My advice is come quietly.

Special Forces, right? British, obviously.

Tactical boots.

Watch turned inside
to protect it during action.

Although, it's regulation issue.

So many of your type like something
a little bit more ostentatious.

So I'm guessing you're a company man?

You're a good boy.

Institutionalized, even.

You'll make top rank eventually

just by the fact
that you've clung on for so long.

How am I doing?

Not bad.

Not sure that it changes
the fundamentals of this, though.

You need to run along now, sonny.

I'm the one with the gun.

Yeah, and I'm the one holding
the remote control trigger.

That's right, soldier. There's a bomb here.

I click this pen, 10 seconds later, boom.

Or I can disarm it. Simple as that. Up to you.
Also good for doing the crossword.

- Or for bluffing.
- Oh, no bluff.

Big bomb.

Never leave home without one.

Secret of my longevity.

Just think of all the damage
done to these families, these children, hmm?

Tragic.

Do you really want that
on your conscience, huh?

For your sins.

For your sins, Philip.

(KWON YELLING)

He's got a bomb.

Keep Oppenheimer in play. Do not let him go.

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

(SCOTT YELLING)

I'm not afraid to die.

SCOTT: Really?
Well, you're not gonna die yet.

(GRUNTS)

Stay.

OPPENHEIMER: Ten seconds.

Save them or catch me.

Can't do both.

- Shit. Bomb! Move, move!
- (GUN FIRING)

Move, move, move!

- Move! Go!
- MICHAEL: Get out of here!

NINA: Get out! Move!

Get out!

"Yesterday, upon the stair...

LOCKE: Out Of the Way!

OPPENHEIMER:
"I met a man who wasn't there.

"He wasn't there again today.

Shit. Move!

"I Wish...

Come here, come here, come here!

- "I wish...
- Come back!

"He'd go away."

No!

LOCKE: It was a risk worth taking, sir.
CHARLES: (ON PHONE) A risk?

Philip, a bomb was detonated
in the heart of Vienna.

The man responsible got away.

Yeah, but we got Kwon.

Do you know the nightmare
that's in store for us

if anyone knew that
British military intelligence had been there?

Especially after Korea?

Sweetheart, darling, no, no, don't eat that.

It's dirty, I'll buy you another one.

Charles?

With all due respect,

if the North Koreans
are teaming up with the Russian mafia

and the world's most infamous bomb maker,

I think the nightmare's still to come.

And what intelligence has Kwon given us?

- (BLOWS LANDING)
- (KWON GRUNTING)

How's that feel?

Hmm?

Nothing?

You wanna give me a towel and some water
so I can start drowning this fucker?

Let's ask him some questions first, huh?

Yeah.

What are you doing in Vienna?

You wanna tell us what it is Li-Na wants here?

You're not gonna answer, hmm?

I will answer you.

You should have never come to Korea.

If you invade our land,
we'll bring the fight right to your door.

Everything that happens now,

every drop of blood that's spilled,

is on your head.

How does that feel?

(GROANS)

Feels like I'm warming up.

Where's Li-Na?

No?

Where is she? Where's that fucking bitch?

(KWON GROANING)

SCOTT: Sure can take a beating, can't he?
MICHAEL: Yeah.

Years of counter-interrogation training.

He's not gonna give up Li-Na.
Not consciously, anyway.

We'll see.

Wanna talk about Locke?

- About him and Oppenheimer?
- Yeah.

At the square.

- He left his post.
- Yeah.

Chased him directly on his own.

It's about Locke's son.

- What, that car bombing?
- Yeah.

In Northern Ireland?

He thinks it was Oppenheimer.

Let's keep an eye on him.

No mission creep.

Yeah.

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

NINA; (OVER SPEAKER) Locke?

- LOCKE: Nina?
- I picked up Myshkin again.

PTRA Construction.

It's a company he uses as a front.

Money laundering, smuggling.

- Is Oppenheimer with him?
- No, it's just Myshkin, and some extra muscle.

I don't know what he's up to yet,

but he's not building any orphanages,
that's for sure.

- Stay with him.
- Trust me.

I'm not letting this bastard out of my sight

ever again.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Myshkin's on the move.

- I'm going to follow.
- Copy that.

If this doesn't work, Mikey,
we're not gonna get to Li-Na.

So...

I say we step things up.

Meaning?

You like chili, don't you, Kwon?

(LIQUID BUBBLING)

(KWON GRUNTS)

(KNIFE BLADE CLICKS)

Thirsty?

(KWON GRUNTING)

Oi! This isn't what we discussed.

Yes, it is.

I told you we'd step things up
and you agreed.

Besides, I'm just gonna give him a drink.
Loosen his tongue.

You're thirsty, aren't you?

Last chance, where's your girlfriend?

Nothing?

(KWON GRUNTING)

More? Still thirsty?

- MICHAEL: All right, that's enough.
- You want some more?

Here!

That's enough, Damien, that's enough!

What's enough, Mike, huh?

- For God's sake!
- What's enough?

Is it enough they killed Julia?
Is it enough they shot my fucking son?

We have a code.

No, you have a code.
I'm doing my fucking job.

But this isn't your job!
You're enjoying this too much.

Know what your problem is, Michael?

- Tell me.
- You got no vision.

All you've ever done is march.
Salute the flag.

At least I've got a life outside the army.

At least I'm not a borderline psychopath.

You know what?

Sometimes I think you want
the people nearest to you to get hurt

- just so you have an excuse.
- Yeah, fuck you, Mike!

Damien, get out of here, right now.
Take a walk.

There you go.

Get out of here, I mean it. Cool it off!

Hold his hands. Sing Kumbaya.
See how that fucking works for you, Michael.

- Piss off!
- Fuck you!

Fuck.

Stand up.

I may not agree with his methods,
but this interrogation is far from over.

Turn around.

I know you understand me. Turn around!

(MICHAEL GROANING)

Shit.

Yeah, you were right, he kicks hard.

All right, good signal.

- Zero, Rabbit is off and running.
- Roger that.

Just hold back. Don't spook him.

- Just let the tracker do the work.
- SCOTT: Copy that.

- Let's hope this works.
- That fucker wasn't gonna talk.

You were pretty convincing, though.

Almost sounded like you meant it.

Me not having a life outside the army.

Well, I had to sell it.

You didn't do too bad yourself.

- Me being a borderline psychopath.
- (CHUCKLES)

Oh, that bit. Yeah, well, like you said,
had to sell it. Didn't we?

Fuck you.

- Still got him?
- Yeah, we've still got him.

Oi, oi, oi. Back off, don't spook him.

Scott, you're gonna get your chance, mate.

- Trust me.
- Yeah.

When you do get it,
give him a kick from me, too.

Will do. Quite happily.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

He's just turned off,
and he's stopped one klick north of here.

Take the next right.

Yeah, he should be near here.

He's very close.

Take this next left.

- And after that...
- (PHONE BEEPING)

Shit.

- What?
- I’ve lost the signal.

Zero, I've lost the signal.

Bollocks.

SCOTT: There it is.

Shit.

Bollocks. Eyes on, Scott.

MICHAEL: Windows?
SCOTT: Yup.

Nothing.

MICHAEL: Ah, shit.

LOCKE: How the hell
could you have lost him?

It's my fault. Scott wanted to go after him.
I told him not to.

Oh, great.

Do you want to get on the phone
to Whitehall and explain that?

- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- LOCKE: All right, listen up.

Liaise with Nina, she's on Myshkin.

Just find a way back in.

Yeah, roger that.

It's her.

Ma'am, let me help you with those, please.

- I'm okay.
- No, no, I insist.

Now think of your baby

and you'll survive.

Get in the car.

Your husband's bank, go there now.

Give me your phone.

Give me your phone!

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

(LI-NA SPEAKING KOREAN)

I've got your target in sight.

- MICHAEL: You've got Kwon?
- No, the principal, Li-Na.

- Nina, don't let that bitch out of your sight.
- I won't.

She just entered Solar Privatbank
on Badenstrasse.

- I'm gonna follow.
- MICHAEL: Roger that.

Ms. Lau.

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

- I speak English, Mr. Hauser.
- Oh, good.

My Korean is, I'm afraid, rather poor.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person.

Please, come this way.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(HORN HONKING)

- Fucking move!
- Move!

Watch out, watch out!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Let's get there in one piece, eh, mate?

What, am I driving Miss Daisy?

Jesus Christ.

She's talking to the manager.

Went to his office.

Well, we know Kwon
had contacts back here 10 years ago.

But why would Li-Na
expose herself at a bank now?

Well, there must be something
she wants there.

At a bank? She's fucking loaded.

- Tell you what, let's go find out, shall we?
- LOCKE: Roger that.

Sending you the grid reference now.

MICHAEL: Yeah, copy that.

- Thank you for meeting at such short notice.
- Of course.

I am always happy to accommodate
my North Korean friends.

How long have you been working
at the embassy?

LI-NA: I'm not from the embassy.

Oh, I understood that you were
a new posting from Pyongyang?

No, on the contrary.

The regime would be most unhappy
if they knew I was here.

- But the reference code you gave...
- Was a little old.

You should be more careful, Mr. Hauser.
You've become complacent.

(SCOFFS)

Ms. Lau, I'm sorry, I don't understand.

It's very simple.

You are going to give me the contents
of this safety deposit box.

(SCOFFS) I will do no such thing.

Oh, yes, you will.

Magdalena!

(WHISPERING) Fuck. Kwon's here.

No!

What are you doing with her?

- MAN: Hi there. How are you doing?
- Hello.

MAN: Someone called us.
There's a water leak on the second floor.

We've just come to fix it.

(MYSHKIN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN 2: Get down, get down!

Go! On the floor! Now!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

They're taking the bank.

NINA: I need backup now.

Li-Na, Kwon, and maybe 10 armed men.

No one else needs to get hurt.

We're only here for one thing.

Take us to the vault.

There's something in the vault she wants.

MAN 3: Hey, you! Up now!

- Shit.
- MAN 3: Move!

Up!

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

- (STOMPING)
- (FEEDBACK CRACKLING)

- Nina? Nina?
- Shit.

That didn't sound too good.

MICHAEL: It's two klicks north of here.

Keep on this road.
It's on the right-hand side.

If you would be so kind, Mr. Hauser.

Doesn't matter if I open the door,
I can't open the vault itself.

We don't need you for that.

Quickly.

MICHAEL: Zero, we're at the bank now.
LOCKE: Roger that.

- Excuse me, ma'am, I need to borrow that.
- Hey!

Oh, that's charming.

- Where do you reckon that is?
- I have no idea.

We'll ask this guy.

Hey, excuse me.

Yeah, I know, we're tourists.

I'm an American,
I just wanted to know about that station...

Boy or girl?

What?

It's a girl.

She's a girl.

Teach her to be strong.

To trust in herself.

Not to be weak and pathetic
and leaning on a man as weak as him.

No! Not here. Put her with the others.

No, this one is FSB.
She's been after me a long time.

Then kill her.

Oh, I'm going to do much more than that.

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Fuck!

- Wanna give me a little cover as I cross there?
- Go, bud.

You ready?

Go.

- Shit.
- Fuck.

From Bangkok to the Motherland to Europe.

They won't stop us.

They followed you here.

No. Impossible.

No matter now. You have work to do.

Is the exit route clear?

Everything standing by.

MYSHKIN: You knew this would happen?

I am familiar with their tenacity.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

Fuck!

Psst! Where's the vault? The vault?

- (WHISPERING) Downstairs.
- Downstairs?

Bring the box.

Fuck!

(YELLING)

Run! Back!

Coming out!

- Here.
- MICHAEL: Cheers, mate.

I thought you people
were master cyber criminals?

Couldn't you just hack
what you want from this place?

Ll-NA: We know there's truly nothing secret
in the cyber world.

But what's in there,

there's only one of.

What are you talking? Jewels? Diamonds?

Big diamond?

Gold?

Stand back. Let's go.

Fuck!

(LI-NA COUGHING)

(KWON GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck!

- Mikey, behind that pillar.
- Yeah, roger that.

Go!

- Is that it?
- Anything else here is yours.

(METAL CLATTERS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Yup, yup.

This is it.

You did it.

Fucking kidding me?

LI-NA: We need to scan the pages.

No. We must leave.

You, come here!

I need you to unlock the door.

There's nothing through there!

Now you're lying. I know there's an exit.

(SPEAKING KOREAN)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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