During WWII, the British Navy created an elite, secret squadron
to carry out its most dangerous and classified missions.
Known as the Special Boat Service, the unit proved so effective
it was often assigned to work beside Secret Intelligence (MI6),
and later became the basis of the U.S. Military's Navy Seals.
Like the Seals, the Special Boat Service continues to operate,
largely in darkness, around the globe to this day.
It is led by highly-trained, highly-decorated men
who honour the traditions of its founders...
(hums)
So, what have we got here?
Mysterious meat with... onion thingy for you.
Mystery meat and bean for me.
And veggie thing for you which I actually think is meat too.
Thanks.
So, where are they?
Mini sub just dropped them off.
PERSIAN GULF STRAIT OF HORMUZ - COAST OF IRAN
They've landed.
Join the navy, see the world.
No, no, that is a US navy model, not SBS.
Don't steal our shit.
- You sure? - Pretty sure.
Three, two, one.
Automatic pump time is set to pause in 20 seconds.
In 15...
In five, four, three...
Spot on, Aggy.
The junction is 500m ahead of you.
Then it's a straight run for 1.2km to the target.
That should take 20 minutes to swim there and 20 minutes back.
Comms are good. Tracking is good.
Roger. I confirm.
What happens if they don't get out before the pump turns on?
The current will carry them through to this junction
where they'll be chewed to pieces by the intake pump.
- That would suck. - Literally.
- You know we can hear you? - Sorry, boys. Looking good.
Ok, we're through the junction. Making our first turn south.
- Marty, are you keeping up? - This is 1-2.
I'm right with you.
(man) Request you check my air stats.
My readings are looking way off.
(bleeping)
(Aggy) Something's not right. I have you down to 50%* air.
Roger. I confirm. I now show 45*%.
I'm losing air way too fast.
There must be something caustic in this water
that's eating the seals on our rigs.
(Marty) Why didn't we know about this?
(man) Or this grating that also wasn't on the schematics.
They've stopped. Stratton?
(Stratton) The intel on this mission
is now officially bullshit.
There's nothing on the system.
Hold up.
Marty's overing his blow. His rig is dead.
Repeat, 1-2 has dead rig.
He's switching to reserve now. Only two minutes on that thing.
And don't know how long mine will last.
(yells) Mine's out.
(Aggy) 1-1, do you copy?
Repeat, this is Zero.
1-1, do you copy?
My God, they're just holding their breath.
- Yeah, I know. They'll make it. - They still have 300m to go.
Shit.
The pumps are back on.
Come on. Come on.
- (Stratton) Zero, we're in. - Well done.
Aggy, we won't be able to use the pipe to get out.
- We're out of air. - Roger.
Moving the extraction to RV2.
Aggy, shouldn't there be guards patrolling this place?
(Aggy) You've seen the satellite photos.
Never less than 16 on site in the last 10 days.
- No one. - Or they're very, very small.
- Zero, charges set. - Roger. Out.
Sending the heli to RV2 now.
You need to make your way
through the lab building to the rear exit.
- Change flight plan to RV2. - (pilot) Roger that.
Where are the workers? Why is no one here?
(Aggy) This doesn't make sense.
(pilot) 1-1, this is Tin Man inbound with you.
Approx figures 1-5.
(flies buzz)
Where are we?
Still warm.
- No more than 30. - Holy shit.
Aggy, are you seeing this?
That's biochem storage.
(Marty) Was storage.
Now it's a fucking crime scene of biblical proportion
and we're standing in it.
We're late. The bio's gone.
Shit.
What are you thinking?
Right now the only two people in the universe we can trust
are each other.
I like it.
I'm changing the extraction point again. Negative on RV2.
The extraction team is inbound now to RV2.
No, we don't know what's waiting for us there. Extract on me.
Negative. We can't enter Iranian airspace.
No, we have no choice. Just send me the chopper.
Stand by. We'll need to get authorisation.
Negative. No time. Just do it.
Roger. Extraction's on you. Tin Man, this is Zero.
Cancel Romeo Victor 2.
Extraction is now on call sign 1-1. Confirm my last. Over.
(pilot) Roger. Extraction is now on call sign 1-1. Out.
Hot zone, hot zone. Do you agree hot zone?
Yep.
Move.
- (gunshot) - (yells)
Contact. Wait out.
Stand by! Blowing charges!
Go! Go in!
Changing mags!
(yells)
I'm hit! I'm hit!
Get in! Where you hit?
Go! Let's go!
(gunfire)
(yells)
Inside!
- Turn! - Come on.
- Get a way out of here! - Where's the fucking exit?
(Stratton) Broken contact. Call sign 1-2 is T2.
Repeat, call sign 1-2 is T2.
Running out of road.
(shouting)
Where's Tin Man?
- 60 seconds out. - (pilot) 1-1, this is Tin Man.
I have visual on you. Coming in now.
- Grenade! - (yells)
Shit. 1-2 is now T1. Arterial wound to neck.
Hold that. Hold that tight! Keep your head up.
Aggy, where's the fucking chopper?
(Aggy) 30 seconds out, Stratton. Hold on.
Come on. Hold it tight. Move.
- Get up. - (gunfire)
Get them! I'll cover you!
- Get him in. - Cover us!
Get him in! Get him in!
Where's the medic?
Go! Go! Go!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Come on, Marty.
Wake up! Wake up!
Come on, Marty!
(phone rings)
(ringing continues)
(sobs)
(groans)
Alright?
Why don't you ever drink your own booze?
Where's the fun in that?
There was some noise at your place the other day.
Someone kill a cat?
She took my pewter beer mug.
Yep, gone for good.
I thought she was gonna fire-bomb
that pathetic barge of yours.
Would have improved the neighbourhood.
I loved that mug.
I found it on my first dive in Poole harbour.
Ah, she was no good for you.
That's not what you said when I brought her round here.
You said she was just what I needed.
Well, this is what I'm saying now.
Rough one?
Mmm.
Hand me my jacket. Come on. Let's go down the pub.
There was a good man from Trent.
Ah! There was a good man from Trent
Whose cock was so long that it bent
To save himself trouble He put it in double
And instead of coming he went.
Come on, come on, give me another one, quick.
Um... A horny marsupial named Reeves.
Ah-ha! That was your favourite as a boy.
A horny marsupial named Reeves
Spent some time with the whores 'tween their knees
When they asked him for money
He said, Listen, honey
(both) A koala eats bushes and leaves!
Night-night.
(Marty) So, we ended up on Justin.
Justin Henry. It's a good name, right? Strong?
- (Stratton) Yeah, it's great. - (Marty) Yeah.
I will see him after this one.
MI6- H.Q. LONDON
(TV) News crews have not yet been allowed into the site.
(secretary) She's ready for you.
...military forces illegally breached Iranian airspace
and killed 45 innocent workers here,
most of whom lived in the nearby town.
- An FRAS broadcast... - Thank you.
Hope you don't mind meeting in here.
My schedule's quite full.
No, ma'am.
Sergeant Stratton, you're a highly effective operative.
You don't have a reputation for respecting authority
or the chain of command.
You changed protocol in the middle of a mission,
against orders.
I trust you've seen this firestorm.
Not on television. No, ma'am.
I'm very sorry about Sergeant Sturgess.
His is a great loss.
They were waiting for us, ma'am.
Whoever they are knew we were coming and purposely engaged.
And made off with what we were supposed to destroy, I'm afraid.
Not only do they possess the bio,
but we, and by extension Washington,
look like international war criminals.
I haven't felt rage like this from all sides
in my entire duration.
I'm prepared to accept any penalties
for violating protocol, ma'am.
I'm glad to hear you say it, Sergeant,
but that won't be necessary.
Even without the violation of airspace,
once civilians were killed,
Iran, Russia, Hezbollah, they were all going to blame us.
The bottom line is, there's an unknown amount of WMD out there,
and whoever took it,
I for one am quite concerned about their abilities.
Yes, ma'am.
- They were very organised. - And we shall be too.
I just needed to see that your head is on straight.
I'm afraid the rage on this is just getting started.
(Stratton) Aggy, where's the chopper?
(Aggy) 30 seconds out, Stratton. Hold on.
(Stratton) Come on! Hold it tight.
Did you find anything I didn't report?
It was an in-the-moment call, Aggy.
I didn't plan on changing your exit strategy.
Someone once asked Napoleon about his battle plans.
He said, "Show up and see what happens. "
You? Napoleon?
Yes, but much taller and a slightly better dancer,
so I've been told.
You were right,
probably saved every life on that extraction team.
- You would've done the same... - If I was on the ground?
Doesn't make it any easier to be wrong.
Horrible.
Stratton. We'd heard you'd been suspended.
No.
Sumner's had Spinks and I trying to find out where this leak is.
Mission logs, wiretaps, anything prior to the mission.
Those guys, somehow they knew we were coming.
Stop there. Go back.
What?
He was in charge.
- (Aggy) It's too blurry. - Yeah.
It's not clear enough for facial recog.
Can you try a different frame, or can you clean that one up?
I'd be a lot quicker without you breathing down my neck.
SPECIAL BOAT SERVICE BASE LONDON
Sergeant Stratton, please.
This way.
(Stratton) You should have gone back.
For the birth at least.
(Marty) And let you have all the fun?
(US accent) You Stratton?
You must be Marty's replacement.
You can't replace Marty.
I've been going over your file. It's impressive.
Thank you. I've heard a lot about you too, sir.
You can cut the "sir". Everyone calls me Stratton.
You served two tours in Afghanistan
with MAKO 30 at Takur Ghar.
- Pretty hairy. - It was interesting.
- Was Marty your company CO? - Yes, sir.
- Were you close? - More than close.
I came in green and Marty saved my ass more than once.
We were together pretty much the whole time.
- He was a good man. - He was a very good man.
I saw in your file that you turned down
three other assignments and a promotion for this one.
May I ask why?
You go where you think you can do the most good, right?
If I get a hint that you're here looking for vengeance for Marty,
I'm gonna send your arse back to the States.
- I can handle myself. - I don't give a shit.
Your mind goes anywhere other than the moment at hand,
you're a risk.
I'm not getting my arse shot off
'cause you're pissed off about Marty.
- Is that clear? - Crystal.
You've been called to MI6.
- Are you Petty Officer Monroe? - Yes.
Welcome to the Special Boat Service.
You'll be joining Sergeant Stratton.
I'd get changed if I were you.
Prick.
(Sumner) We have an unknown quantity
of a biological weapon called Satan's Snow
floating around somewhere out there,
one of the most lethal airborne pathogens
of which we're currently aware.
What do we know?
No terror organisation is taking credit.
I mean, they're more content with us taking the fallout.
And the Iranians won't share any intel
that might prove otherwise.
We're attempting to ID this figure,
brought to our attention by Sergeant Stratton.
Caucasian male, approximately 50 years of age.
He seemed different, gave orders,
controlled the gun battle.
We've tried every database but didn't get a match.
His name is Gregor Barofski, FSB.
He specialised in counterintelligence in Europe.
Responsible for the deaths of nine MI6 agents.
The single most dangerous man I've ever met.
(Aggy) With a CV like that,
why didn't he show up on facial recognition?
Because he's former FSB.
He's been dead for 20 years.
If Barofski's alive... Stratton, Cummings, follow me.
Because Barofski was such a disruptive force
and a rising star within the FSB,
MI6 put together a task force to take him down.
In '95, we put an operation in motion
to out Barofski as a double agent.
It was successful.
We turned the FSB on their best operative.
We gathered intel later that year
that he'd been assassinated by his own people.
He's been presumed dead for 20 years.
I cannot stress how dangerous Barofski is,
and how resourceful.
With this security breach, we need to keep it tight and fast.
I'll deal directly with Interpol.
Stratton will lead any field ops.
MI6, focus on who might buy or use biochems, and run support.
Support?
Sorry, when did special forces start making calls for MI6?
Let's leave our egos out of this.
If not, Barofski's gonna eat us alive.
Yes, ma'am.
(gas hisses)
(coughing)
(watch bleeps)
(TV) Earlier a nearby industrial area was evacuated.
So far 148 victims have been found,
although search teams warn that that figure is likely to grow.
Satan's Snow.
- Only ground-level deployment. - Only?
This cyclosarin agent's designed for high-altitude disbursement.
At, say, a thousand feet, it could cover an area
a hundred times the size of this village.
(Cummings) It seems like a primitive test to taunt us
rather than a sales pitch to unload the stuff.
To use and disperse requires complex chemistry and tech.
(Aggy) Only two bomb makers we know of are likely able
to completely weaponise the substance.
Adnan Homsi. His last known location is Aleppo.
But it's questionable whether Barofski
would risk entering a war zone.
And Tariq Alawi.
Interpol last places Alawi in Rome.
This photo's a few years old. No one's gotten eyes on him since.
Cross-referencing with MI5 shows that Alawi did work for the KGB.
Sounds like all roads lead to Rome. Let's hit the field.
I agree. He's our most viable choice.
(TV) Men, women, children,
entire families cut down mid-stride.
ROME
(Hank) That's him.
(Spinks) Yeah, I see them now.
We've got our man plus one.
500 metres out. Alawi and one bodyguard.
(Stratton) Got him.
Let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
100 metres and closing at walking speed.
(Stratton) Go, Hank.
Get in!
- Tariq Alawi. - Just Alawi.
- No need for first name. - Here's another name for you.
- Hasht Bandi? - Yes, what about it?
The CNN version is that the Brits accidentally scorched
an Iranian pharmaceutical factory.
And not without the nod from America.
I don't give a fuck about the politics.
You and I both know what was really there.
Not cancer research?
(Stratton) Cyclosarin.
Satan's Snow.
And I think we both know that it wasn't destroyed
but stolen and transported from Iran.
Look, here's what I think.
If you were going to arrest me,
I would already be on a transport to an American pit
where they would pour water down my throat,
but here I am, so why don't you just get to the point?
We need information.
You were hired to build a biological weapon recently.
Look, I am not gonna bullshit you.
I know what you do. You know what I do.
I build weapons for many people,
people who wants to blow up their businesses,
their boats or their wives, maybe for insurance.
Or terrorists to kill whoever they please.
Hmm. Yes, a client of mine.
He hired me to make a dispersal device.
- A dispersal device? - Liquid into vapour.
Very lightweight.
Did he say what it was for? Where or when?
You mean like don't be in Times Square on the 9th at 2:30?
No. He pays, I make.
People die, not my problem.
You're responsible for the deaths of thousands of people.
You're about to be responsible for the deaths
of hundreds of thousands.
I'm no different to you.
I just don't pretend it's for a good cause.
(Aggy) An associate of mine is taking this.
He's a US Navy Seal sniper.
Of course, I can't tell you his name,
but I can tell you he was the highest scoring marksman
in his unit five years in a row.
Besides the camera, he has a DMR,
semi-automatic, gas-operated,
chambered for the 7.62x51mm NATO cartridge.
At 600 metres it's an easy shot.
He looks like you.
What is he, five, six years old?
- I think we'll start with him. - No.
- First target's the boy. - (sniper) Roger that.
No, please, please. Not my boy, please.
Do you have the target in your sights?
I have a clear shot.
Ok, you look for a drone guy.
- On my command. - Ok, ok.
Greco. This is your man.
He's Russian, but he uses a local name.
He makes dentist stuff, drills, micro...
Where is he?
He has a workshop across the Tiber.
That's all I know, I swear. That's all I know. Please.
Why don't you speak to your boy, tell him Daddy's alright?
(boy speaks Arabic)
- (speaks Arabic) - On second thoughts...
(boy speaks Arabic)
Pick a number between one and three.
- Two. - Good answer.
(phone bleeps)
- Greco? - Greco.
(Hank) So what's the deal with Stratton?
(Aggy) What do you mean?
(Hank) You've worked with him before. What's he like?
I've only worked with him twice, including Negur.
Reserved, I suppose. Keeps his cards close to his chest.
Reserved. Marty never described him as reserved.
- You knew Marty? - Yeah. I did.
He and Stratton seemed to get on.
Marty never would have followed Stratton unless he trusted him.
Guy had a nose like a Tennessee hound dog.
He just seemed to know if you were right or not.
He wasn't responsible for Marty's death
if that's what your implying.
Sorry. I didn't think I was implying anything.
It's definitely his place. Top floor.
The front's too exposed, so we'll go round the back.
Let's go.
(Aggy) Stratton, our drone maker's early.
Greco's entering the building
and he's brought muscle with him.
(Spinks) I've got him too.
He's got bodyguards. That means he's expecting someone.
- (Aggy) Stratton? - Alright.
(Aggy) Come on, come on.
Let's go.
(In Russian) You can watch the match in the meantime.
It's from the machine. It's all I could find.
Thanks.
(Aggy) Hang on.
I think we've got something.
It's too dark for an ID.
It's gotta be him. That's Barofski.
- We should grab him right now. - Wait.
He's useless to us without the bio.
(Italian sports commentary on TV)
(In Russian) Come on in, make yourself comfortable.
You've brought some friends.
Different definition of trust, I see.
No, just a little precaution.
I'm sure you could understand.
See? That's him, right there.
(Greco) The target location is preset on all four drones.
Within a two-mile radius of the target,
enter the launch code, GPS will lock.
You then have five minutes.
You know well, Gregor,
no one else could have done this for you the way I did.
But I've been working hard on these drones
and want to make sure I'm compensated properly, no?
(crackling on TV)
Hey, he found it. Shit.
(crackling)
Who is watching?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Again, who is watching?
(shouts in Russian)
I didn't say anyone!
I would never betray you. Gregor, please!
(speaks Italian)
Look, try this fucking drone and just please go away.
I don't want any trouble. Please, Gregor.
For courage.
Gregor, please.
(Hank) What the hell is he looking for?
Us.
We shouldn't just be sitting here. We should take him now.
We don't have enough manpower. We need full support, Stratton.
We're gonna follow him to the chemicals, then take him down.
Aggy, call Ops for backup.
Wait. Wait! Fuck it.
Changing mags!
Aggy, block that van!
Oh, shit.
Get in!
(Italian sports commentary on TV)
(cheering)
He's gone. Back in. Round the back. Round the back.
Shit!
I quite like this park.
It's a memorial to ordinary people
who died while trying to save others.
William Donald, Bayswater.
Aged 19. Railway clerk.
Was drowned trying to save a lad
from a dangerous entanglement of weeds.
A dangerous entanglement of weeds.
The Victorians had a way with words, didn't they?
What went wrong in Rome?
Barofski spotted us.
Analysis of what you got from Greco?
Evidence from the workshop suggests the drone we secured
was one of four built for him.
I believe Barofski has the other three and the bio.
The target?
Until we can crack the guidance module on the drone we have,
it's unknown to us.
Assuming, of course,
that all four drones have the same target.
Yes, exactly.
I've been going over Barofski's file.
One name: Sergei Orlov?
Barofski's handler back then.
- You knew him? - Mm-hm.
He was put in charge of Barofski's assassination.
(Sumner) His own friend and boss, Orlov,
signed his death warrant.
Once he was done, he quickly rose through the ranks.
In fact, two months ago he was appointed
as the new minister of the interior.
Fast track to the prime minister's job.
President if he plays his cards right.
Keep your crutch.
- Friend. - But I was your friend.
A true friend would have let them carry out the sentence,
put the bullet into your head?
I let you live.
So Orlov doesn't kill his friend.
He stashes him somewhere out of loyalty.
And now I will magically leave this exile.
The British are targeting a chemical facility in Iran.
We require it to fail. We need some help on this one.
Maybe it will lead to a way out in the future.
Dead British soldiers found on Iranian soil
would be a political coup for Moscow.
The money to finance this operation is in my car.
Leave the bio on site. Make it look newsworthy.
Except he went missing three weeks ago.
Years go by, Barofski stews, waits for the right moment.
For his revenge.
(Sumner) So Barofski's gone rogue
and kept the bio for his own use.
Come on, Stratton. Stop dancing around it.
Why don't you ask me?
Much of Barofski's file was classified.
But I put it together with some other sources
and did some intelligent guessing.
One name kept cropping up.
I was a young field agent when I was approached by my superiors
to join the operation to discredit Barofski.
I went to Cairo, made contact with Barofski
and convinced him I was ready to turn.
For five months, I gave up false information from MI
while he watched me, feeling me out to see if I was lying.
Things turned romantic.
I suppose I seduced him, gained his trust
and then, following orders,
I framed him as a double agent.
This may be personal.
Strike a blow to his former boss?
Or I could still be in love with him.
Working with him from the inside.
Stratton, you're my best and brightest.
I trust you'll figure out which.
What is this?
I figured after Rome, I'd be relieved.
Just thought I'd get a head start.
You're under my command until further notice.
Look, you gave me a shot and I blew it.
I almost got you, the rest of the team
and a whole bunch of other people killed.
I'm surprised I haven't been brought up on charges.
- Come on. - Sorry?
Come on.
(Ross) Hey, tell me again why you want to rebuild the engine
of a boat that'll probably fall apart with the vibration
as soon as you start it up.
'Cause it's unnatural for a boat not to sail.
- Is this the new Yank? - Hank, this is Ross.
Pleasure to meet you, sir.
You can call me sir when I've been knighted.
Any day now, they tell me.
Know anything about being on the water?
Hank's a Navy Seal.
I asked him if he knows about being on the water.
I don't care what he knows about being under the water.
Spent most of my life avoiding it. Never saw the attraction.
My parents have a 35 footer out off Manteo.
I spent most of my summers on her growing up.
Well, I am impressed. 35 footer, you say?
Yeah. All fitted out nice? Yeah. Curtains?
A nautical theme your mum picked out, blue and ivory.
Cute little sailing boats and the like.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, pardon me while I fart La Vie En Rose.
He likes you.
- The queen. - The queen.
I remember distinctly the first time I met that young codfish.
Couldn't have been more than nine years old.
Always hanging about the lock.
Took pity on him finally one day
when I found meself in need of ballast.
His parents had died when he was young.
They put him into care in North London.
The staff got a family here to take him in,
but he was really raised down here, on the boats,
by... this wreck of a human.
My third wife, a consummate bitch from Mumbai,
took a special liking to the boy.
I always felt he was too good for the life.
Put him on the worst jobs, cleaning the day's catch.
Tried to discourage him. He loved it.
What do you think he liked about it?
(Stratton) Everything.
The sea, of course.
I loved getting up before the sun, freezing bloody cold,
bundled up so I could barely move.
I loved the old men and their crass jokes.
They're the kind of men you could trust your life with
and you did.
- Do you want... - That's good.
(bleeping)
Spinks.
Ma'am, from our initial decipher on the module,
these numbers appear to be
possible course directions and altitudes.
But not the GPS coordinates.
It's the code for the coordinates.
We do know the flight pattern for this particular drone.
Presumably the other three drones have similar modules.
Programmed flight patterns
but no longitude and latitude to narrow down the targets.
And without those longitudes and latitudes,
we have no idea where it would actually be launched from.
We can make out a bit of a waterway here,
but that's it, there's nothing else.
Have you attempted to enhance the image?
It's pixilated, frozen as is.
We have attempted to match it to Italian cities,
any with a sizable river like Rome or Florence,
but none remotely fit, so it's likely...
It's likely Barofski's on the move.
All the quicker now he knows about us.
Three drone crates, the weapon canisters.
He's had ample time to arrange transport out of Italy.
Barofski's murders in Ukraine are likely a statement.
After all these years, he's out for vengeance,
telling the Russians, "I can destroy you. "
Since this image could very well be Moscow,
I'm going to have to share this intel and ask for their help.
Cummings, you'll coordinate that effort
once I have clearance from Downing Street and Washington.
Yes, ma'am.
Let's hope Barofski's not too far gone.
(Barofski) You're in shock, Agent Cummings,
as you should be.
Your handler Orlov is dead
and now you're my mole, my MI6 traitor.
In case you doubt the danger you're now in,
I have a duplicate of this file
ready to send to your esteemed boss, Gisela Sumner.
Your task is to return the device
that your colleagues stole from me in Rome.
It holds a secret that must not be discovered by them.
The longer it remains with your agency,
the greater the risk to my mission.
I will have my revenge
and you just may survive if you do as I say.
- Messages? - On your desk, ma'am.
Thank you.
Morning.
- Ma'am. - Ah, Cummings.
The PM and Washington are back-channelling
any joint investigation with the Kremlin.
- You and I liaise. - Of course, yes.
Sooner the better.
I think I may have found
what you've been looking for, though, ma'am.
A bit more detail, Cummings.
In regards to the intelligence share with Moscow
and getting something out of it.
I know this is a big concern of yours,
so I found this.
This is an American journalist who's been held captive
almost a year now in Chechnya.
- Thomas Miller. - Yes.
I believe Moscow has denied any knowledge of his whereabouts,
which is, of course, nonsense.
Absolutely.
Getting his release in exchange for our intel share,
that would go a long way with the Yanks,
maybe even erase some of the embarrassment
of the Iranian cock-up... ma'am.
I would count it as returning a kidnap victim to his family,
but I shall make the call.
Thank you, Cummings.
Thank you, ma'am.
UZBEKISTAN (Hank) Says here Miller weighed 81 kilos
before the Chechens grabbed him.
Bet you he's lost, what, eight or nine on hostage rations?
There'll be a medic and some food for him at the embassy.
Do the Russians even have a word for "plan"?
There's Miller, finally.
What... What the hell was that?
You just shot your own... Who... Who the fuck are...
(Hank) Hmm. Shaolin.
I guess that kung fu didn't come in too handy over there.
Fuck, no. No, you can't do this! No! No!
- Spirit of cooperation. - Mm-hm.
You're Stratton, right?
I am Borodin Pavel. This is Agent Volkov.
I'm slightly more interested in Mr Miller. No offence.
Of course, of course. Do you have the module?
Well, he's a little worse than expected.
These Chechen scum wanted to ruin his return, we suppose.
- You know, no photo op. - Mr Miller? Mr Thomas Miller?
Indianapolis, Indiana?
We'll get you cleaned up back at the embassy.
Your captors do this to you before your release?
They did, but I'm ok.
The drone control module and all our files on Gregor Barofski.
He's a very dangerous man, but we will handle him.
Cowboy up.
Shit.
Well, that went completely fucking pear-shaped.
Where does Barofski even start pulling off something like that?
I'm not sure, but I have some idea.
Aggy, can you get Sumner on the secure line? We're coming back.
I'm willing to hear your reasoning, Sergeant, of course.
Primary is the ambush in Hasht Bandi.
It was clear Barofski knew we were gonna be there in advance.
Secondary is yesterday's exchange with the alleged FSB.
Again there were warnings.
Both were top-level, highly classified missions.
The only person outside these walls who knew of both
was Agent Cummings.
In line with Sergeant Stratton's new thinking
on the drone module, it was also Agent Cummings
who suspended our research in that area.
The first time got Marty Sturgess killed,
and yesterday we were lucky enough to...
Do I need to say how serious these accusations are?
What are we talking about, Stratton?
We know that Barofski is in possession
of four weapon canisters but only three drones.
His operation yesterday took extensive effort and time.
Extensive effort and time for...
For a module he no longer needs.
On the surface, yes.
Surely if a man like Barofski
wanted to stop us handing it over,
it must have a value we missed.
Restart all efforts on the module.
Tear it to pieces. Find what we're missing.
Already begun, ma'am.
We're downloading the material as we speak.
I'll deal with Agent Cummings.
(ringing tone)
(Sumner) Cummings has gone.
Security logs show him swiped out
and of course his phone is off.
(Stratton) He'll be headed for Barofski.
(Sumner) Barofski and the drones remain the priority.
(Stratton) Yes, ma'am.
(Spinks) Hey, Aggy, look at this.
They're longitude and latitudes.
It's just rotated. No, it's inverted.
It's resolving, giving us the target.
(Aggy) Oh, my God. London.
Sumner's office.
These are preprogrammed command modules.
Once one is launched, there's no need for a human guide.
So if Barofski gets any of those drones airborne,
he can vanish immediately.
He's been coming here all along.
Thames estuary. We may have something.
At 0600 MCA reports contacting a shipping vessel for violation,
for shutting down its tracking beacon.
- Did they board and search? - The ship's captain complied,
claiming electrical failure, but before a unit was sent out.
Mm-hm. MV Baffin Strait out of Amsterdam.
Track it down and send its location to SBS.
It looks like it's received docking permission
for Canary Wharf, East London.
(speaks Russian)
- Ground assistance, ma'am? - Send the nearest two units.
Have them coordinate with Stratton.
(speaks Russian)
(Stratton) This is Dolphin 1. Listen for orders.
Dolphin 2, confirm task of assaulting ship from portside.
Dolphin 1 and 3,
primary task to secure three bio-weapon drones.
Prevent x-rays from leaving ship area with drone weapons.
Any puncture to drone casing will cause gas to release.
If this does occur, they must be destroyed
with your LAW HEAT round.
HEAT is the only way to destroy the bio.
I see two drones, one quayside, one on crane.
(man) One times x-ray down.
Let's move!
(man) 2-1, x-ray down portside.
Go!
Barofski!
Move, move!
Come on, come on!
(Stratton) Boat 2 is down.
Jump in!
(bell rings)
Come on! Come on.
We're not gonna make the bridge!
I have no shot of Barofski.
The drone's in the way.
The fucking bridge!
(Stratton) Barofski's gone into the canal system.
Zero, I want a vehicle to Surrey Quay now.
We'll continue search on land.
Come on.
(beeps horn)
(ringing tone)
Hello, Aggy. How are you, my love?
Move the car.
(Aggy) You know Barofski's finished.
You should have run while you had the chance.
Aggy, listen, alright? I never wanted it to come to this.
This was never supposed to happen.
This was never part of my plan, alright?
You do trust me.
You have to believe me.
There's a special place in hell for you.
For you and for Barofski.
Take the next left.
Take the next left. There.
(phone rings)
At least we took two drones out of play, Stratton.
- Aggy? - (Aggy) Let me take you in.
Help us find the drone.
- It's not too late. - Aggy, stop.
Please. You know he tricked me. He blackmailed me.
Not even Orlov of the FSB
knew what he was unleashing with Barofski.
This wasn't how it was supposed to finish.
I never agreed to any of this.
(Aggy) Then don't do it.
You don't have to do this.
(Cummings) Yeah, I do.
You see over there?
That's what you're looking for.
Oh, Aggy.
I don't want to do this.
What is it?
What is this place?
(cocks gun)
This? This is absolution.
Aggy?
- I'm here. - Aggy, are you alright?
Go. Aggy, can you hear me? Are you alright?
Cummings is dead. He was trying to show me something.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Stratton, I'm in a bus garage off Camden High Street, I think.
(Stratton) Spinks, get a trace on Aggy's phone.
Canal Street garage.
Lime Street. Has to be.
(whispers) Four men.
And Barofski.
Eyes on the drone. I repeat, eyes on the drone.
(bus engine starts)
We're on the move.
(beeps horn) Come on. Move, move, move, move.
(Stratton) Come on, Aggy, help us find you.
Give us something, anything.
Aggy, I need you to tell me where you are. Street signs.
Anything. Anything you recognise.
Any buildings, any monuments.
Come on, Aggy, give us something.
Trafalgar Square. Nelson's Column.
(groans) So many buses.
(Aggy) Hang on. I have an idea.
Stratton, look out for a camera flash.
(Hank) Spinks, how close is the bus?
She should be there. Her signal's right on top of yours.
There she is. Top deck, number 9 bus, right there.
We've got the bus. We're in pursuit.
Aggy, we have you.
Spinks, we're following them into the park.
Dispatching CTU now. ETA four minutes.
(Stratton) Ok, this is the best option to take him down,
fewer people than on the streets.
(Sumner) You are authorised to engage.
Let's take them.
(shouting)
Hank, stop the bus!
Hank, grenade!
(man) Lost contact, 045.
Security release code 45. Over.
No response, sir. Repeat, no contact.
CTU two minutes out. Repeat 2-0 minutes.
Oh, shit. Shit.
Move, move! Into position!
Move it! Go!
Set on target!
Fire!
Where are you off to?
Three weeks R&R.
Which for me means my sofa, a good book and tea.
It sounds very nice right about now.
That it does.
We couldn't have put this together without you.
Thanks, John.
Well, over the next few weeks,
while you're recovering on your sofa,
you might feel the need for dinner
and something a little stronger than tea.
If I do, I think you should remember
what a wise man told me about Napoleon.
And what was that?
Show up and see what happens.
Where are they sending you next?
Well, I was thinking I would hang around here for a while.
I like the weather.
Plus they send me back home and I'll just get into more trouble.
- Wouldn't want that. - You were right, by the way.
- About what? - About Marty.
Even with everything that happened, it's not enough.
No. No, it never is.
Still, it's pretty good.
Come on, you two. There's fishing to be done.
(indistinct)