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This is the person who brokered the sale of the nuke,

Natasha Petrenko.

Two weeks. That's it. Tshin Shan, Shanghai, I'm home.

Maybe I realized there's more important things

than saving the world.

Looks like we're on

for the Tshin Shan nightclub in Kowloon.

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

- Wyatt? - Mac?

Satellite control systems.

Pavel, they work for Russia.

You...

are what is wrong with our nation.

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

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

I should be part of the recovery squad.

I'd rather my team fetch it without a Russian

looking over our shoulder.

Multiple tangos in your area. Stay frosty.

Missile launch keys.

Pavel traded a nuke for missiles.

Bravo, multiple tangos headed your way.

You think about it, it's quite simple.

An exchange, your Colonel for the missile keys.

I want proof of life.

McAllister, don't do any deals.

There, you have proof.

Now, Alexander Coltrane for the keys...

Don't!

Pavel's looking for a trade, boss for the package.

No. I mean, that's not the mission.

We're gonna put launch keys in Pavel's hands,

we don't even know what they're for.

Wait, wait, wait. "Not the mission"?

That's coming from the soldier who went after chasing Laoshu.

You're not even on the team, Wyatt.

That is a technicality.

We do not leave a man behind.

Coltrane left you behind when you snatched by Anjali.

We also have Russian military inbound to pick up these keys.

It's still a joint-op.

All right, so we piss off a few Russians.

That's a Tuesday in my book.

No offense.

No, I actually agree with you.

It is worth the risk.

Yeah, you would say that.

Come on, Mac, zero prep time, going in blind...

I wasn't actually looking for your opinion.

I'm team leader, it's my call.

We're getting the boss back, whatever it takes.

♪ I can't see where you coming from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" ♪

♪ But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪

♪ Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now ♪

♪ And doin' things just to please your crowd ♪

♪ When I love you like the way I love you ♪

♪ And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you ♪

♪ 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪

♪ Hey, yeah, son ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ To call home ♪

You are a Lieutenant General.

You did not come here to read me my charges.

No, I came here to kill you.

A new identity.

A new beginning.

"Pavel Kuragin."

We need a blunt instrument to wake Russia up again.

You will be seconded to Alpha Group,

but answerable only to me.

A covert agent with your own agenda.

Welcome to Kingfisher, soldier.

Pavel Kuragin.

Katrina. Katrina Zarkova.

Did you fuck her?

If you did, it means nothing.

Directorate A training:

forge an emotional or sexual bond with the asset.

No emotion.

You know, I have a theory about people like you.

Of course you do.

Strip away all the ideology, the justifications...

you're just trying to impress someone.

An absent father, an unkind mother,

brother...

a lover.

Confirm overwatch.

We have multiple entrances and exits...

multiple levels.

And we got civilians everywhere.

Copy that. Stay sharp, everybody.

Novin, you in position?

Eyes on.

Got exterior overview, but whatever happens

in the inside, we'll be in the blind.

I have eyes on Pavel. Mac, he's at your 12:00.

Ah, my favorite Russian. Where's Coltrane?

Have Katrina show me the package.

- Bravo three. - Bad idea.

It's okay, I've got this.

Yeah, until we find out you've been

working for Pavel the whole time.

- Thanks. - Just running scenarios.

Which seem to involve me betraying everybody.

Artem...

Eyes on Zero Alpha.

What are these launch keys for?

Why they so important?

You always wanted answers.

Coltrane.

You know this really should have been you and me.

Possible tangos converging on the lo...

Tangos, surrounded. It's a setup.

Mustafa!

Fuck!

Heading for exfil.

Moving for pick-up.

Back, back, back.

Road closed. Having to go around.

Boss, you okay? I think Novin shot you.

I explicitly told you no deals!

Can we talk about this later?

Wyatt's going after Kuragin.

Well, get after him, then. Suppressing fire. Move.

Moving.

Yeah, I've been waiting for this day,

ever since you put a fucking bullet in me.

320 Providence Avenue, South Carolina, yes?

What? What?

What did you say?

It's a nice house, Sam. It's a very nice life.

But if you let me walk,

I promise no harm will come to your wife.

You lay a fucking finger on her...

You pull that trigger and it's over.

This is your only chance.

Wyatt?

Comms, back online.

He said he was going after Madison.

All right. He says a lot of things.

All call signs, package secured.

Are you at the RV?

No, I left the mobile crib.

Those were not your orders.

It felt like closing down their exfil was worth the risk.

Remember, Sam, I gave you a chance.

Corporal, did you agree with Sergeant McAllister's

decision to proceed with the exchange?

No, sir, I was against it. I'm sorry.

The mission was more important.

And I'm also sorry for the whole, you know,

shooting you in the shoulder thing.

Don't be.

Consider yourself promoted to Team Leader

and acting Sergeant, effective immediately.

Whoa, hang on.

We got Pavel and the keys.

You went in unprepared.

You took a huge risk which could have

had catastrophic consequences.

We also saved your life.

While disobeying a direct order.

You're very lucky you're still here.

Sergeant, might need some Russian.

These may be delicate negotiations.

Thanks a lot, dickhead.

Yeah, Madison, it's me again.

Listen, just give me a call straight back

when you get this, all right?

It's important.

Can you believe he just made Novin team leader?

What? No.

Yeah.

It's quite funny if you think about it.

I mean, she shoots him and gets a promotion.

Or not funny at all.

No.

So is this it, mission complete?

Let's not crack open the beers just yet.

We still don't know what the launch keys are for.

We have the package. We have Kuragin.

I'd say this was successful proof

that East and West can work together when necessary.

Captain Zarkova, does she finally get to return home?

To face disciplinary procedures, yes.

In Malaysia she disobeyed a direct order

from Colonel Beshnov,

displaying a contempt for command;

which continues to this day,

neglecting to file reports and comminuqués.

Because she was risking her life

to clean up your shit, sir.

Sergeant.

How many other projects similar to Kingfisher were there?

None.

So, Petrenko and Orlov, they went

from loyal deep cover agents

suddenly to working with Kuragin?

What are you suggesting?

Maybe Kingfisher blew up in your face,

so you shut down all similar ops and agents.

And they're all so pissed at Russia

that Pavel's gone and got his own little Dirty Dozen.

We need to know about that satellite,

why those keys are so important.

You don't need anything.

Pavel and the keys are already en route to the airfield

for extraction to Russia... No, no, no.

This was not our agreement.

Neither was all these questions.

We appreciate your help, but now the accord is over.

If your team come anywhere near the extraction,

they'll be treated as hostiles.

Already tracking the convoy, boss.

Two clicks behind and catching up.

Don't let them spot you,

but stay on them all the way to the airfield.

There are at least two other rogue operatives out there.

We cannot let them get their hands on

either Pavel or the keys.

Copy that.

This is Maddy. Leave a message.

Son of a bitch.

I still can't get through to Madison.

Can't you send her a message on social media or something?

I'm not on social fucking media.

I have a telephone.

- How far to the airfield? - 15 clicks.

Convoy 500 meters ahead.

Maintain distance.

Mac.

Convoy under attack from a UAV.

Move, move, move!

We're heading in!

Incoming!

Hold on!

Come on, come on.

Run! Come on, let's go!

Moving!

Kuragin!

They've got Pavel, and they have the launch keys.

Repeat: the launch keys have been taken.

What's Russia saying about all this?

Nothing. They're stonewalling us.

And Zarkova?

She'd have had her comms confiscated by the General,

so no luck there either.

Our launch keys are physical. You have to slot them in.

So wherever the missiles are,

that's where Pavel will be going.

Russia's got to know where he's headed.

I mean, they could be sending out a quick response team,

snuff him out.

Except all intelligence whispers

suggest that isn't happening. There's nothing.

- That's kind of weird, right? - Very weird.

Well, if Russia won't talk to us,

we're go and talk to them.

Me and the boss, hit up the base.

They're not just gonna let you in.

I wasn't planning on knocking.

We're talking about an act of aggression

against a foreign power.

- Yeah. - Right, just so we're clear.

Rest of you, get me any lead you can

on Pavel, his PMCs, anything.

We're running out of time here.

So easy to gather an army.

Men willing to die as long as the price is right.

The wonders of capitalism.

Artem wasn't in it for the money.

Artem would have lost his nerve.

And how is your nerve?

Hmm?

Tomorrow, thousands of people will die because of us.

We are making sure Russia never again

has to beg before the West, and there is a cost to that,

for all of us.

And how about the American?

He has nothing to do with Russia.

No.

But Sergeant Wyatt...

Deserves everything that's coming to him.

This is Maddy. Leave a message.

Maybe Pavel was bluffing.

You go home now, Madison will never know.

I can't go home.

Why not?

I don't fit.

I don't fit anywhere.

I was, uh, I was in the middle of a supermarket,

and I was more terrified there

than I've ever been in any warzone.

Maybe that's because you're a shit soldier.

You just got demoted.

No, not a demotion, it was an ad-hoc position.

- That you got demoted from. - But you're unemployed.

No-no, I'm a private contractor

who just happens to be between jobs.

Ah, command's overrated anyway.

Yeah.

Better hours, better pay,

less people trying to shoot you.

What was I thinking?

Madison.

Jesus, Sam.

I didn't charge my phone for one night

and you blow the damn thing up.

I got, like, 40 missed calls.

Honey, just listen to me, please.

I need you to get out of the house.

What are you talking about?

Look, I... I lied to you.

I'm sorry. I'm back at work.

Like, work, work.

And I'm sorry, but I just need you to get out now.

Well, where... what?

Just wait, there's... there's someone...

there's someone at the door.

Maddy, don't. Don't... just listen to me.

They're trying to get in.

Bedroom, now. Go.

Okay, I'm in. Then go to the closet.

What is this? Who are they?

Maddy, please, quickly.

Back of the closet, there's a false panel.

Slide it open.

What the hell? Do you see the weapons?

I see them.

Okay, grab the one on the left, on the wall.

That's a machine pistol.

Directly below it is a magazine.

You slide the magazine into the base of the weapon

until you hear it click.

Now take the safety off.

Now grab the top of the weapon and you slide it back hard.

Slow down, Sam.

It's not going in, it's not going in.

Shit, shit, shit. Maddy, breathe.

You got this.

I think he's coming up the stairs.

Come on, come on, come on.

It's okay, just listen to me.

- Okay. - Maddy, slide the safety off.

It's on the left-hand side, you push the switch forward.

You pull the top, you pull it back hard,

and then you just aim and squeeze the trigger.

Madison?

Maddy? Maddy?

Maddy, please say something.

You know how I feel about guns in the house.

Just listen to me, please.

No. No, I'm getting out of here.

- Maddy, please. - No!

Fuck you! Fuck you, Sam!

- It's not your fault. - Bullshit.

I nearly got her killed, that was on me.

Two whiskies, please.

Lagavulin, if you have it.

Or Laphroaig. I'm not fussy.

So, do you wanna tell me what we're doing here?

Well, you wanted to get to the Russian base,

this is how we do it.

What, by hanging out and drinking scotch in a bar?

Well it's not just a bar, boss.

It's the nearest one to the base.

Soldiers.

Just got to find an officer with security clearance.

Oh.

And how do you propose to spot one of those off duty?

Easy, they're always the ones drinking alone.

Don't be so judgmental. That'll be you one day.

Drinking alone?

An officer.

No.

No, thank you, and while we're at it,

can I please get a fucking demotion?

A demotion?

If you're not careful, I'll promote you again.

Oh, piss off.

I didn't ask to be Sergeant.

I didn't even wanna be Corporal.

I'm not Mac.

I don't want more responsibility.

You're training Chetri.

That was a mistake.

She does whatever she wants in the field.

Oh, imagine that.

I'm just saying, I didn't join up for that shit.

No? So what shit did you join up for?

Just had to get out, mate.

You know, small town, small future.

No, I don't buy it.

You put on this act like you've just stumbled in

from the outback, but you're supremely skilled,

you speak numerous languages, you have principles

and the judgment to know when to apply them.

I don't care if you are a bogan.

You've come this far, why not see how far you can go?

Boss, I'm exactly where I wanna be.

And besides, I don't think I should be taking life advice

from the guy screwing the Russian agent.

Hmm.

You know, it's okay to get close to somebody in this job.

Especially if they're a tall blonde with a rocking body.

When it came to it, you would risk the mission

to save her life. My ass.

Because that's the kind of soldier that you are.

I didn't risk the mission to save yours.

No, because you knew McAllister would.

It was the perfect out.

Back on the clock. Officer at 2:00.

Isolate the target. Move him out quietly.

Yeah, think I've got a quicker way.

Oh, and that outback thing,

it's definitely not an act, boss.

You'll be all right.

Oh, for God's sake.

You've got to be kidding me.

Come on. Queensberry rules, hmm?

This will never work.

Well, we got passed checkpoint,

it's already working.

You're doing great, mate.

Zero Alpha, I finished checking all the calls

that went out during the convoy hit.

Traced one that went out to the PMCs.

And?

It came from the Russian base.

Someone on the inside is working with Pavel.

Weapon down.

We know about the call that came from the base.

And we know you're working with Pavel.

How stupid are you?

Excuse me?

It's not me, it's him.

Four months we've been chasing Pavel, always losing his trail

like somebody was warning him, until I stopped reporting in.

And then we get Pavel and we get the keys.

Yeah.

General...

The fucking indignities I endure.

I should have had an army to hunt Kuragin down.

Instead, I have to beg you, the fucking West, to help.

It's ironic.

That's when I realized maybe Pavel is right.

Russia has lost her way.

What are the missile launch keys for?

Facility Aleski, an old Soviet base in Azerbaijan.

There's a stockpile of the VX missiles.

What? No.

No, no, no, no.

Russia destroyed its chemical weapons,

40,000 tons, 1997 Chemical Weapons Convention...

Maybe someone lied.

Maybe someone got nervous, hid the keys

where no one would think of looking.

Well, how did Pavel know?

I told him.

We need everything you have on that facility.

Do it now.

You're insane.

If a Russian agent launched

a Russian chemical weapon at the West...

The world would know we lied.

Britain, America would have no choice

but to go to war with Russia,

no choice but to finally fight back.

History has different eyes.

Maybe she will one day judge Pavel a hero, what do you know.

Waking the Russian bear.

No!

Holy shit, boss.

Get the intel.

Bravos, we need wings, we need equipment,

and we need to move... Azerbaijan.

And guns.

I got a feeling we're gonna need a lot of fucking guns.

Facility Aleksi, it was an '80s

Soviet expansion project,

back when Azerbaijan was part of the USSR.

Designed to be a military center,

the main complex was never completed.

The subterranean level was fully functional, however,

encompassing launch silos and chemical labs

for the development and manufacture

of a wide range of chemical weapons.

And according to classified Russian intel,

several VX chemical warheads were completed and stored.

Categorized as a weapon of mass destruction,

smallest dose can be lethal.

Heart failure, suffocation, all kinds of fun.

And if those missiles are targeted towards urban areas,

I don't need to tell you what kind of

death toll we're talking about.

What kind of resistance are we up against?

Satellite images showed multiple activity,

it's most likely PMCs.

Remember the mission is the missiles.

But if you do happen to lay eyes on Mr. Kuragin,

please give him the good news.

Everything above ground is derelict and unsecured,

but the underground silo is tightly locked down.

McAllister and Wyatt,

you'll need to head down there

in order to patch Zero into the hub,

so she can unlock the silo doors,

giving the rest of us access to the control room.

In position.

Bravos one and four go.

Moving to stairwell doors.

The moment McAllister and Wyatt give you access,

get them open.

Moving.

Oi, don't die.

Let's move. Heading to chemical storage.

Zero, standby.

Copy.

Tango down, definite PMC presence.

Jesus, there's enough chemicals in here

to wipe out a city.

Wyatt, here.

Bypassing security lockdown.

Patching in.

Stairwell doors opening now.

Moving down to central control.

The security in chemical storage not responding.

I'll get men to check and alert the others.

No, you will go with them.

What happened to working with you and not for you?

Zero, hooking you into the main network.

I have eyes on their systems.

Three missiles refueling, currently at 90%.

Bravos one and four, working on your doors.

They're opening already.

That's not me.

Engaging Tangos, all call signs.

Watch your backs!

Contact!

Gas, gas, gas!

Moving!

Wyatt. Wyatt!

Cheers mate.

All units be advised:

missile refueling complete.

We're pinned, priming room blocked.

Bravos two and three, I'll draw their fire.

You circle round to the control room.

Zarkova left, Novin right.

What if they overrun you?

Pressing. Move!

All units, launch sequence started.

Target locations: Paris, Berlin, London.

Bravos one and four, get up here now!

Zero, the door's sealed.

I thought they were supposed to be open now.

Secondary protocol, the sector's locking down

due to the chemical leak.

I say we go back the way we came.

Roger that.

Bulletproof?

One way to find out.

Four minutes to launch. Trying to disable.

Cancel countdown.

You need the override code.

I wouldn't pull the trigger if I were you.

You know, I sort of miss Pavel.

I know he wasn't real, but he wasn't this.

Do you want to know my real name?

I already know.

You're Denis Brusilov.

In and out of foster homes

with his older brother, unwanted.

You think that's what all this is about?

I've read Pokrovsky's files.

They knew what it would mean to you

to be singled out, to be chosen.

The blunt instrument that would not stop,

that's all you were to them.

But you are sick.

He should have left you alone.

At least they chose me.

Hmm.

No!

We need the disarm code!

- Target Alpha down. Repeat: Target Alpha down!

Kuragin's dead? Who got him?

Zarkova.

You have her put an extra round in him for me.

He had the disarm code!

2:50 to launch. Zero, can you override?

Negative. They're locked in.

What if we blow the facility?

Two directional charges, one on each refueling tank.

Liquid oxygen meets refined kerosene.

That makes one hell of a boom.

All right. You clear a path out.

Boss, we can't let you do that.

You're not letting me. It's an order.

Now go.

Bravo two, you have the other charge?

Meet me at the refueling station.

Zarkova's been hit.

If I leave her...

This is the mission. You have your orders.

It's okay, go.

Go. No.

You won't make it.

I'm a dead weight.

I'd leave you.

Go.

Okay.

Exit's clear.

Headed to the exfil and we'll standby.

Over here.

Set the timer for 60 seconds.

I guess you're wrong about me risking the mission

to save someone, boss.

Yeah.

On my mark, three...

two... one... mark.

Move.

Go, go.

Zero, what's happening?

Facility's gone into emergency lockdown.

The chemical leak must have spread.

Zero, we need an exit.

Trying to trick the system

into thinking the leak is cleared.

No, no, no, no, no.

Zero, we are trapped.

Come on.

Lockdown bypassed, opening doors.

- Move! - Go, go, go!

Are we dead?

Death wouldn't be this painful.

All call signs, this is Zero;

missiles confirmed destroyed.

Bravo three, come in.

Zarkova!

Come in, Bravo Three.

Katrina. Katrina.

Don't move.

We've got you stabilized best we can.

You're gonna make it.

That would count as moving.

- Where's Novin? - Don't worry.

Mission complete, we all get to go home.

If that's what you want to do.

I don't know if they think

I'm a good soldier or a traitor,

but maybe it's time to find out.

Hell, I'll swap places with you, if you'd like.

'Cause I go home, I'm a dead man.

I'm gonna have to say no, thank you.

Hmm.

That what you doing, going home?

Yeah, I think I need to give Madison a chance

to kick my ass in person.

Hospital's prepped for our arrival.

Thanks.

You're a civilian, I out-rank you now.

That is disgusting.

Stick with it.

Boss, you wanna say a few words for the road?

Could have been worse. Let's go.

- This guy's something else. - Shades of Churchill, sir.

Kid, I'm driving.

Lance Corporal Novin has the wheel.

Lance Corporal?

You've earned it, congratulations.

I don't get it.

Did short stuff just get demoted?

Don't ruin this for me, dickheads.

And stop calling me short stuff.

Go on, get in.

♪ I can't see where you coming from ♪

♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" ♪

♪ But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪

♪ 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪