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- (SIZZLING)
- (BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON GLASS)

Dr. Markov?

How much longer?

MARKOV: Forty-eight hours.

I am confused, Tommi.

We give you job,

pay you decent wage,

and yet still,
you see fit to steal from me.

Do you think I do not
keep a track of my product?

TOMMI: I'm so sorry. Please.

BORISOVICH: Hmm.
My mother passed away yesterday.

She always taught me
to believe in actions over words.

You say you are sorry.

Then prove it.

One finger.

Show me how sorry you really are.

Mr. Borisovich.

JANE: Sorry to disturb you.

I need to use your facilities
a little longer, please.

Three more days,
with an option to extend.

30,000 a day,

payment within 24 hours.

Roko here will make the arrangements.

But please, be prompt.

(TOMMI SCREAMING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(ALARM BLARING)

WYATT: What's the one thing
the boss said?

Don't trip the alarms.

That was not my fault.

Do you people have any idea
what's gonna happen to you?

What, you mean fuckers shooting at us?

'Cause it's already happening, mate!

Skinny, call off your men now!

They're not my men.

They belong to
the Cosa Nostra, the cartel.

They're here to protect their money.

Coming through.

The guy hit a panic switch.
It could've happened to anyone.

Yeah, but it just so happens that it
happened to you, so you owe me a beer.

No, no, no. The bet
was triggering an alarm.

A panic switch is
a completely different thing.

NOVIN: Get behind me, Skinny!

It's the same goddamn thing!

Go on, back to Blondie.

That's Captain Blondie. Come here.

Wyatt's right, by the way,
you owe us a beer.

All right, I owe you a beer.

NOVIN: Covering.

Get in, get in!

Let's go, let's go!

(GASPS)

Clever place to hang out.

Container, mobile, moving locations.

I was impressed.

How did you find me?

Rosa Varga, Magyar Ultra.
The money Lowry was paying them.

(SIGHS)

I wanna see a lawyer.

Skinny, look where you are.

This isn't the sort of room
a lawyer walks into.

Still maintain it was
a panic switch, but...

Good man.

She's playing him like
the world's saddest violin.

How long have we got with this clown?

I've managed to hold off
Whitehall so far,

but they are scratching at the door.

They want him handed over
within the hour.

Captain better crack him fast.

REYNOLDS: You launder and transfer
money for a lot of bad people.

There's a lot of secrets
on that laptop of yours,

and a lot of security agencies
who want to get their hands on you.

All I need from you

is access to Jane Lowry's account.
That's it.

So either you help me,

or we hand-deliver you
back to the cartels.

Zero, uplink going live.

JENSEN: Reading loud and clear.

- We good?
- We're good.

(SKINNY SIGHS)

So, I can go now, right?

You knew exactly
who you were working for, Skinny.

See you in 25 years.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So, there's over a million dollars

in the Lowry account
that Skinny was handling.

Shut it down.
I want her starved of funds.

That's her account
frozen there, ma'am.

- Nice work, Johnson.
- Jensen.

- Nice one, lad.
- Thanks, man.

What you doing?

Can you trace
where the money was going?

- It may lead us to Jane's location.
- Yes, yes, I can.

WYATT: So, no cash, no resources.

Lowry's gotta start seeing
the writing on the wall.

You saw how hard she worked
to get Markov.

You don't do that
and give up in a day.

I'm not saying
she's gonna give up in a day,

- I'm just saying...
- Sorry, do you two mind?

This is quite tricky,
and the chatter is...

I think Jensen just told
the two of you to shut the fuck up.

(SCOFFS)

JENSEN: Okay, so it's gonna take
a few hours to confirm this,

but I'm already seeing
a common thread here.

Lowry's payments were all funneled
into shell companies,

all of which connected to one person.

A Belarusian businessman,
Milos Borisovich.

DONOVAN: Milos Borisovich
owns a string of drug labs.

Everything from
crystal methamphetamine

to anabolic steroids.

He's the next in line to the largest
Belarusian crime dynasty.

BORISOVICH: Do you know why
we wash the body, Alexsander?

It's to cleanse it of all worldly sin,

before it passes into the next life.

And your grandmother needs
that more than most.

She made this family what it is.

And she was very fond of you.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Yes?

Are you sure?

Then bring her in. Finish up.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're enjoying your work.

Hmm.

Everyone said
that Novichok could not be done.

No, it was an impossible puzzle,

and I was the only one
that could solve it.

(DOOR OPENS)

We are not to be disturbed.

You have defaulted on your payment.

Mr. Borisovich wishes to see you.

Well, that can't be right.

I need some time to look into this.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANING)

Please.
You made an agreement.

You broke that agreement.

I think it would be
better to talk, huh?

(MAN GROANS)

Thank you.

BORISOVICH: Tomorrow, this house
will be full of guests,

commemorating the life of my mother.

But tonight, tonight I am lucky,

because a beautiful woman
has come to fuck me.

That is what you are doing, is it not?
Fucking with me.

I have a temporary issue with funds.

In this world, only two things matter,
profit and loss.

Right now,
you are in the wrong column.

I can get you the money.

And I can pay you extra
for the inconvenience.

How much extra are we talking?

Fifty thousand
but I need to travel to meet someone.

Twenty-four hours.

You can go, but Markov stays.

And if you do not return,

then you lose everything
and we will have problem.

I know. I understand.

JENSEN: By combing through
Borisovich's acquisition list,

I saw that five days ago,
he ordered specialist lab equipment

for his facility in Turov,
southern Belarus.

DONOVAN: That's where Lowry must be.

Please tell me this plan
involves kicking in some doors.

DONOVAN:
Doors are definitely being kicked in.

We cut off Jane's finances.
Now let's go for the nerve gas.

We'll travel to Turov overnight,
hit them first thing.

Take out Markov.

Destroy the lab.

- Put an end to this.
- Yes, ma'am.

REYNOLDS: Nearing Turov.
Saddle up, boys.

Huh.

What?

You really like getting
into character, don't you?

I take pride in my work, McAllister.

Is that how it was
back in Task Force 18?

You're gonna have
to talk about it some time.

Au contraire, Pierre,
I don't have to talk about shit.

REYNOLDS: Approaching.

(REYNOLDS SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUARD YELPS)

G'day, Pest Control at your service.
You got termites.

(GRUNTING)

- Pest Control, really?
- Yeah, what would you have said?

- Exterminators.
- NOVIN: Not very subtle.

Oh, I didn't realize
we were doing subtle.

Robbery!

- Hands!
- Everybody put your hands in the air!

Put your hands up!
Everybody, step back!

- Everybody stay down!
- Get on the ground now!

- Put your hands in the air!
- Stay down!

- You got this?
- We got it.

Try not to trigger any alarms, eh?

Get your hands up.

Hey, I love your work, by the way.

What are you waiting for? Let's go!

Don't piss the lady off.
Do as she says!

- NOVIN: Party time!
- Fill it up!

WYATT: I got eyes on Markov.

Move!

Go left, left, let's go, move.

WYATT: Locked. Markov's getting away.

- Move, move!
- They've got an exit.

Target's escaping,
we need to intercept.

WYATT: Throw me the bag.

- Gonna blow the door off.
- Contact!

Check your six.

How we doing with that door, Wyatt?

I'm about to blow it,
just give me a second.

(BEEPING)

Move, move, move!

(SCREAMING)

- Oh, shit.
- Oh, shit!

Yeah, that's not good.

Wyatt, we've gotta go.
This place is gonna blow.

Oh, shit!

Forget the damn door, we need
to get the fuck out of here now!

Okay, move, move, move,
get out, let's go, let's go!

- Come on, come on, guys!
- Move, move!

Go! Go!

Wyatt, we need to move now.
The whole place is gonna blow.

- Move, move!
- Go, go!

Let's go, Wyatt! Move it!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Move!

WYATT: Hey, Johnson, you wanna warn us
about a secret exit next time?

It wasn't marked on the plans.

What about Lowry?

MAC: No sign, she's gone.
And they've snatched Markov.

I'm not sure about the hair.

- Volkan.
- How much do you need?

Quarter of a million.

You have connections, you know
people who supported Omair, maybe...

Omair is dead.

I can give you a few men,
some willing disciples, even.

But money, weapons,
things that matter...

Omair believed in something
that was true and pure.

But you, you craved that power,
that excitement.

There was a sickness in you.

I loved him.

As did I, Jane,
but only one of us got him killed.

I made a promise to him.

We made a promise to him.

- Please!
- Like I said, a few men.

That's all I can spare.

(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)

BORISOVICH: Thank you so much
for coming. It's very good to see you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

These guests are here for our family.

Put your fucking phone away.

I do not think it was
a rival gang, Mr. Borisovich.

Then who the hell were they?

The lab is destroyed.

That's a lot of shit,
on this day of all days.

Someone is fucking with me.

Every generation of
the Borisovich family

keeps their assets listed in a ledger.

So, you think wherever he has
Markov, we can find it in that?

The ledger will lead
to Markov and Lowry.

And you're sure about
sending Novin in alone?

Her Russian's good, she'll blend in.

There's gonna be
representatives of nearly

every major Eastern European
crime family there.

- If she gets caught...
- We are taking the risk.

It's not up for debate.

Okay, look, forgive me
for saying this, but...

I think it feels personal.

I brought 20 back from the grave.

We have lost Lowry,
and she stands to gain access

to the deadliest chemical weapon
ever created.

Of course, it's personal.

We all have a stake in this.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Donovan's given the green light.
We need Borisovich's ledger.

Cheers, mate.

What, planning on staying,
watching me change?

No, no, I just wanna
go through the op again.

Gatecrash a funeral party.

The ledger is either on Borisovich
or kept in a safe room.

In which case, you'll need
to find the access codes.

Yes, William, I get it.

Grab the little red book,

try not to die, get out of there,
and no comms.

Can't risk it.

Uh... I do have this for you, though.

You really don't get my style, do you?

(LAUGHS) It's just a tracker.
So we can keep tabs on you.

It's worth it, right?

The shit we do, the collateral damage,

it's necessary, right?

A guy walks onto a subway
at rush hour,

Novichok in hand.

He flicks the switch,

two chemicals combine,

and nerve gas pours out.

Entire carriage
starts vomiting, seizures,

major organs shutting down,
dead within minutes.

And it spreads from one carriage

to the next carriage
to the next carriage.

And by the time the train pulls in
to the next station,

there's not a single soul left alive.

I would have taken a simple "Yes."

Yes, it's worth it.

We'll be close by.

Oi, sunshine.

If I don't make it back,

there's a decent bottle
of tequila in my kitbag,

so, you know, knock yourself out.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(THANKS IN RUSSIAN)

- (SNORTS)
- (NOVIN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You should, it makes it easier.

But then, I don't think
you're here to fuck, no?

You pay me to get you
into this party so you can work.

You'll never make that back
in one night.

So, I think, what?

(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT)
It is simple, Tatjana.

Tonight, I find a rich idiot
and I make him my husband.

- (SHOUTS)
- Hey!

- (BOTH GRUNTING)
- (GUESTS APPLAUDING)

(LAUGHING)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

In position.

MAC: Drone's up.

Copy that, surveillance is good.

(GROANS)

GUESTS: Oh!

(GUESTS APPLAUDING)

Finish him.

You have the advantage.
He is defeated, you finish him.

(GRUNTING)

What? You think this is fucking joke?

Don't you fucking move!

These blades have tasted the blood

of the bastards
who oppressed my family.

They are not toys.

So, you finish him,
or I will kill you both.

No.

- Sorry.
- No, please.

I'm sorry.

- (YELLS)
- (YELPS)

Denis!

I fucking joking.

(LAUGHING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Come on, buddy, no problem.

Relax, everyone. Have a drink.

Mother would have enjoyed that.

Eyes on Novin. She's moving in.

You are very funny man.

I like it. (CHUCKLES)

- MAC: She's made contact.
- What's your name?

NOVIN: Natalia.

- Where are you from?
- Saratov.

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You come with me.

MAC: We're about to lose visual.

DONOVAN: Has she been made?

MAC: Let's hope not.

Novin on the move.

My son, Alexsander,
always playing the video games.

Staring at the fucking screen.

When I was his age,
I was camping in the woods,

lost for days,
hunting, surviving, living.

It is time for him to become a man.
And you...

Will deflower my son.

It will not be a pleasant experience
for you, but...

You will be financially compensated.

It's Alexsander, da?

How is the game going?

Are you a virgin?

What?

Well, my grandmother said
I should only sleep with virgins

and that all other women were whores.

Uh-huh.

So...

(IN NORMAL ACCENT) She sounds like
she was a very special lady.

Has your father done this before?

Sent a woman to you?

Guessing it didn't work out.

Don't sweat it, kid.
Nothing's gonna happen.

But my father said I should...

I'll bet he said a lot of things,

but sometimes, your dad might be,
you know, full of shit.

(LAUGHS)

He does care about you, though.

No, he doesn't like me.

He says that one day
all this will be mine,

that I have to be tougher.

He just worries about you.

That's why he's got that safe room
all set up.

It's for him, not for me.

You've never been in?

A few times, but when I do,
he gets mad at me, so...

That's probably because you're not
meant to know how to get in.

I worked out the code.

(PAUSES GAME)

Bullshit you did.

My grandmother's birthday.

April 12th.

- June 5th.
- (GASPS)

- (RESUMES GAME)
- I was close. How old was she again?

Seventy-something.

Really fucking old.

There you go, got you a bonus round.

That'll be our little secret.

Oh, don't worry.
I'll tell him you were great.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

That was quick.

On the move again.

Come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BEEPING)

(KEYPAD BUZZES)

- Motherfuck...
- (BUZZES)

Come on.

(KEYPAD BUZZES)

- Motherfucker, come on.
- (KEYPAD BEEPS)

- (MOANS) Does that feel nice?
- (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Is that good, baby?

Like that?

- (PANTING)
- (MOANING)

Yeah.

Don't talk.

(DOOR OPENS)

GUARD: Mr. Borisovich.

What?

- Sorry.
- Get out!

There is an alert.
Someone is in the safe room.

That fucking idiot boy.

Alexsander is in his room.

Wait.

Every time I try to entertain guests,

always fucking problem.

I will be back.

You will.

(DOOR OPENS IN HALLWAY)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

- (GRUNTING)
- (GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Hey, bitch.

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GUARD SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

We have guards moving in from
the outside. We've lost her signal.

- Distraction, now.
- Well, I guess that's us.

Who are you?

Who sent you?

(GROANS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

- Gracie, come on.
- I've got it.

I've got the ledger.

Move!

Moving!

Novin secure, move out.

MAC: Copy that!

Wyatt, get some wheels!

I'm on it.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

I've got one!

(ENGINE STARTING)

Come on. Let's go, let's go!

WYATT: Come on,
we gotta move, let's go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the hell is this?

You told me to grab some wheels.

This is a hearse.

Yeah, I grabbed
the first thing I could.

- You stole the hearse.
- What?

To be fair, McAllister,
you didn't specify what kind of car.

I didn't think I had to!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You just stole the body
of Borisovich's dead mother.

No, no, no, no, no, no!
I stole a hearse.

I didn't know his mother
was in the back.

It's a fucking hearse!
What did you think was in the back?

You wanted a getaway vehicle,
we're getting away!

Shit, contact.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

We're too heavy.

- No. No, no!
- Yes. Yes!

Mac, we could sit here
and we can discuss

the moral implications of this,

but right now we're too heavy
and we gotta lose some weight.

MAC: She does not
deserve to go like that.

Mac, just kick her out!

This is just fucking great, this is.

Shut up and get back there.

- How would you wanna go?
- Move it!

A burial? A cremation?

No, I'd like to be kicked out the back
of a fucking hearse!

Shit, contact. Hang on!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Shit!

Shit!

(BOTH PANTING)

MAC: Nice driving, ace.

I'm sorry. I didn't think
they'd come to your home.

Then you are a fool.

I could still make this
worth your while.

The scientist, Dr. Markov,
if I can get him to complete his work,

he will be worth millions to the FSB
and I will give him to you to sell on.

Mr. Borisovich.

Why should I trust you?

This is all your fault.

- (GROANS)
- (EXHALES)

- You okay?
- I got the ledger, I'm good.

Gotta take it easy, Grace.
You've been through so much...

(GROANS)

Jesus, Will. I told you, I'm good.

- Any word on Wyatt or Mac?
- Nothing.

REYNOLDS: Their last tracker position
was south of the mansion.

- We need to go back.
- DONOVAN: Agreed.

I'm coming, too.
You need all the bodies you can get.

Kit up. Make it fast.

(EXHALES)

WYATT: Morning, sunshine.

Yeah.

What happened to my husband?

I keep trying to picture it.

And you were there.

So, what were his last moments? Words?

Your husband had 50 Stinger missiles

that he was arming
terrorist groups with.

The devastation
that would've caused...

The devastation?

Have you seen what
a stray drone strike does to a school?

A hospital? (SNIFFLES)

I have.

Idrisi killed General Farid.

We gave chase.

McAllister tried to take him alive,

but, you know, there was
a missile strike coming, so...

So we shot him and he died,

and the missile
brought the mountain down.

He's gone.
Let it go, you don't need to carry on,

you don't need to do this.

JANE: (CRYING) No,
we started this together.

I want what he wanted.

I want the West to experience
what my people go through every day.

MAC: Your people?

You're from Warrington,
for Chrissakes.

I grew up in the same town as you.

Well, I guess she needs an excuse
to be a psycho.

Of course.

The lone wolf.

Doesn't play well with others.

Have you told him about
your task force yet?

- The whole story?
- All right.

JANE: The one where he was
so desperate for glory,

that he got his entire team killed.

It wasn't like that.
I didn't have a choice.

Although, we've only got
your word to go on.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, they were my friends.

Yeah, and they got to find out
exactly what kind of man

Sergeant Samuel Wyatt really is.

MAC: So, what are you telling me?

Wyatt's some kind of dick?

Because that's big news.

I've spent time with the guy,
I know he's a dick.

I also know that he's solid.

What about you though, Jane?

You could be sat there all silent,
but no, you're talking away.

I know why. You've got nobody.

And you're lonely.

You don't know me.

I'm not mocking you.
All your money's gone.

Your own people
would never back a woman.

You still keep going and going.

It takes guts.

Do you know what the last thing
my mother said to me was?

"Just don't get into trouble."

(JANE SIGHS)

I could never go back,

even if I wanted.

Have you got some family back home?

Yeah.

Mum. Dad.

Must worry about you.

Mum says I should phone home more.

Do they not have phones
in Afghanistan?

No, we blew them all up.

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL LAUGHING)

I'll save them for last, then.

(DOOR OPENS)

Alexsander, these are the two men
who stole your grandmother's body

and defiled it.

Mr. Borisovich, I do just have to ask,
is your mother a larger woman?

If we had have known that
your mother was so heavy,

we would've stolen... (GROANS)

Alexsander, what do you say to them?

Alexsander.

Fuck... Fuck you.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I looked into what you told me
about your scientist.

It's true, he's worth something.

But it's been 20 years,

so he needs to show that
he still has the skills.

Can you make that happen?

- I can.
- Then we're back in business.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

My mother was a very hard woman,
but she was right about one thing.

I raised a weak child.

Sacha, it is time for you to grow up.

Choose a target, pull the trigger,
and become a man.

(GUARDS SHOUTING)

REYNOLDS: On my signal.

In position.

In position.

Moving.

All right, kid, easy.
Easy now, kid, come on.

Ten...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Nine...

- You can't make him do this.
- Eight...

Hey, kid, you don't have to do this.
You don't.

BORISOVICH: Seven...

Six...

- You know what? Shoot me.
- MAC: That's fair.

Actually, no,
shoot him, he's an asshole.

- BORISOVICH: Five...
- But you stole the hearse.

- We needed a getaway vehicle.
- Did we get away?

Four...

Three...

Two...

Sacha.

You are my boy and I love you,
but this world is hard

and I will not always be there.

You have to be nicer to me.

(GRUNTS)

Moving!

Moving!

- Lowry?
- Gone.

Nice moves, computer guy.

Thanks.

Move!

Go, go, go!

(ALL COUGHING)

Those fucks.

Phone! Give me phone!

(VIBRATING)

(GREETS IN RUSSIAN)

BORISOVICH: Yuri, it's me.

(BORISOVICH COUGHING)

Mr. Borisovich.

I have some people I want dealt with.

Mmm.

This is bad time.
Yuri just finish his last job.

Yuri retired now.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

I recommend someone else.

I don't want someone else.
I want the best.

- It's important, Yuri.
- (SIGHS)

Four kills, you will enjoy it.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Send me details.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(YURI CHUCKLING)

So...

Yuri was wrong.

You were not my last job,
not by long shot.

Yuri must go to work.

(CRACKS)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)