Let's go, man.
Where the fuck have you been?
Shut ya noise, will ya?
And put that down before you hurt somebody.
You wouldn't be late if he was here.
Yeah? Well, I don't see him.
So how about you do yourself a favor
and give us a hand unloading this.
What the fuck is that?
It's a fucking watermelon, what's it look like?
Where's the fucking product?
Just a watermelon, yeah.
Watch this.
Ta-da.
Who's this guy?
That's Dave, you've met him like 15 times.
This your idea, Dave, is it?
Yeah, it was.
- Oi, what's the hold-up? - Oh, here we go.
Well?
What the fuck are they?
They're watermelons, boss.
Yeah, I can see that.
Show him, Dave.
Why?
Well, it's camouflaged and that, innit?
Enough fucking around, carry that through.
Stack the rest of that shit here.
Melons, I'm dealing with fucking melons.
It was a good idea.
Can't please him.
I'm telling ya, can't fucking please him.
Package has arrived.
Echo Four, this is Echo One,
standby, moving to white two, out.
Echo One, move when ready, over.
Oh, ah!
Echo, you're clear on green one, over.
What was that?
What was what?
You're fucking paranoid, stop pissing about, and pass us that.
Will you fucking hurry up.
This better be fucking important.
What are they doing?
Callan's dead.
Are you sure?
Shit.
Sentry One, radio check, over.
Sentry Two,
radio check, over.
Sentry position five, radio check, over.
Hurry this up, we're leaving now.
Do you guys see that?
-Don't you fucking move. -Wait, wait, wait, wait.
All the Brown and the Charlie
you could ever need is in that van.
-Just take it. -He's not here, boss.
You do know who this belongs to, right?
Shut the fuck up.
- Where is he? - What?
I don't fucking know, man.
I've never seen him before in my life.
Check him.
What should we do with all this?
Deny the vehicles, take the money, burn the rest.
What the fuck are we doing here?
Stow it, they made their choice.
He's not even here.
Echo Four, this is Sunray,
at extraction point, now ready for pickup, over.
Acknowledged, on route to FRV now.
It's all yours, boss.
-Can I get a bag, mate? -Uh?
-Got any bags? -Oh, sure.
Andy, you okay, mate?
You seem a bit distracted today, that's all.
Andy, a word.
-What does he want? -It can't be good
if the regional manager's involved, mate.
Come in, Andy.
Take a seat.
We've had a complaint from Nathan's parents.
The kid you fired last week.
And you came all the way down for that?
Benny thought that this would be better coming from us.
-Fuck's sake. -I'm sorry?
The kid's lazy.
He doesn't finish a single job he's given.
He was smoking a joint on his shift, for Christ's sake.
-What do you expect me to-- -That may be,
but you can't just call him a junkie cunt to his face.
That kind of language is not acceptable
at this company, Andy.
And his behavior is?
He's 18 years old.
See, I would expect a little bit more professionalism
from someone with your background.
We can't have any more,
any more complaints like this.
Last chance.
We clear?
Hi, Andy. Come on in.
How are you, Andy?
Tell me how your week's been since we last spoke.
Have you had any more blackouts?
And the loneliness?
Feelings of isolation?
How are you coping?
I'm fine.
-Fine? -Yes, fine.
Have you been keeping up with your journal?
get off your chest.
I can see there's a lot of pain.
It doesn't help to hide it.
You have every right to be angry.
You don't have to suffer alone.
Do you have any friends nearby?
Maybe some of your old colleagues you can talk to?
You need to lean on your support network, Andy.
Take some time off.
Look after yourself.
Zero, this is Echo One, now on location.
Require Foxtrot and Hotel call signs
on this position so we can proceed, over.
Boss, I've got something over here.
Dicker up in the rocks, northwest, base of fallen wall.
-Has he got a weapon? -No.
I think it's just a kid.
Zero, this is Echo One, advise, we're being overwatched.
Can you confirm we've got air support on call? Over.
Echo One, this is Zero, roger,
Foxtrot, Hotel on route to you now,
CAS will be on station in figures, One, Zero, over.
Echo One, acknowledge out.
All right, lads, we've gotta sit tight here.
We've got support on the way, keep an eye on that dicker.
Contact rear!
Contact left. up high, up high.
Go, right, right, right!
Peel right, move!
RPG!
No. No.
Are you afraid of death?
What do you think happens after?
Why does it matter what I believe?
They're not here, that's what matters.
You don't like to think they're somewhere else,
somewhere better than here?
Have you ever watched a person die?
No, I haven't.
You feel the presence leave the body.
What's left is their empty eyes staring right through you.
That is all,
emptiness,
nothing.
Is that what you're afraid of, nothingness?
I'm afraid of not living life
when so many never get the chance.
If your dad was here,
you would not be within 10 feet of those boys.
Well, Dad's not fucking here, is he?
Rachel!
Well, stop trying to control my life.
I'm 18, I know what I'm doing.
You are under my roof!
Well, now you sound like Dad.
Will you just listen to me, please?
For what, Mom?
For you to lecture me on what boys I should
and shouldn't see?
It worked out really well for you and Dad, didn't it?
That is not fair.
Me and your father.
I know, I know it wasn't your fault.
I didn't mean to...
I'm sorry.
Look, I'm going out.
I'll be back later, just stop worrying so much, okay?
Just be safe.
-Promise me. -Promise.
See you later.
Love you.
I love you, too.
There she is.
-Hey, babe. -Hi.
Sorry, Mom was just being Mom.
It's fine, babe. You okay?
Yeah, she just worries too much.
You, you know she's just looking out for you, so.
Yes, I know.
Look, um,
work called.
Uh, they need me to go away for a couple of weeks, up north.
-When? -Tomorrow.
Are you taking the piss?
I, I know, babe, I'm sorry.
It's just, I would stay If I could,
-but my dad is- -Your dad, yes, I know.
It's the same story.
Are you gonna be able to take your phone
-at least this time? -I can't.
He won't allow it.
I hate this. I hate it when you go.
Look, all I need to do is make enough money
then I can cut from these lot.
Screw 'em, we can do whatever we want, we'll go somewhere,
just take off somewhere, me and you.
You say this every time.
How many more trips is it gonna take?
How long do we have to keep doing this?
Look, I mean it, a couple more jobs and then we're set.
You know this is what I want, too.
I'm just tired of it.
It feels like you're never here.
Let's just go out, have a good time, and get high.
Let's not think about tomorrow just yet.
- Okay, fine. - Mm-hmm, okay.
I gotta swing by Harry's
and get some supplies with Ty, then we'll go.
-Is that cool? -Mm-hmm.
Yeah?
- Yes. - Yeah.
I'm gonna get my kiss now.
Mm.
Right.
Okay.
-Hey, man. -Hey, Dusty, what's up, man?
I'm just here for Tyler's gear.
Bruv?
Yeah, all right, calm down. You good?
-Yeah, man, I'm good. -Cool.
Sorry about him, he's just a bit-
Herbs are in here, gear's in here.
I'll take that one.
Have fun, kids. Oh, and, uh,
tell Tyler he's a prick from me.
Thanks, man.
Okay.
Junk.
Heroin, I thought we were just getting some weed.
Relax, it's just for Tyler, you know I don't do that shit.
But you're selling it?
I'm just the delivery man, it pays well.
What if you get pulled by the police?
Fuck, what if we get pulled
-by the police? -Babe, babe, babe,
it's fine, okay, I've done it plenty of times.
Nothing's gonna happen.
You will be fine, all right?
Hey, mate.
Oh, oi-oi, Cash my boy, how we doing, my man?
Not too bad, mate, how are you?
Nicked your mom's picnic bag, have we?
Shut up.
-Come on in. Come on in. -All right, let's go.
Welcome to my humble abode.
Ah, ah, I've gotta take this, one sec.
Babe, I've gotta go.
I thought you weren't leaving until tomorrow?
I'm really sorry.
Look after Rach for me, yeah, promise me.
I promise, man.
All right.
Hey, peeping Tom, it's okay.
Come on, come in.
What are you doing?
What's it look like we're doing?
I thought this was like street shit.
Junkie crap out there.
Wanna take a hit? It's a fresh bag.
You'll thank me for it.
No, no way, that shit's addictive.
Weed, yeah, sure, but there's no way I'm a crackhead.
Fucking crackheads, judgy much?
Chill out, mate, she's not talking about you.
Don't worry about it, yeah, look at us.
We look like addicts to you?
No, my dad would fucking kill me.
All right, Daddy's girl.
-You can smoke it? -No shit.
Bitch, it's the best high you'll have in your life.
Floating on cloud fucking nine, guaranteed.
Is it dangerous?
Of course not.
Only the finest for my girls.
Let me show you, take a seat.
Okay.
Just a little though, yeah?
You won't regret it, trust me.
See, it's not that bad, is it?
Stop playing around?
-Are you okay? -Shit.
Fuck.
Will someone call an ambulance?
Are you fucking crazy?
-We'll be arrested. -Well, we can't just
fucking leave her like this.
Someone needs to do some-
Why the fuck would we call an ambulance?
Do not judge a biography by its length,
nor by the number of pages in it,
judge it by the richness of its contents.
Sometimes those unfinished are amongst the most poignant.
Do not judge a song by its duration,
nor by the number of its notes,
judge it by how it lifts and touches the soul.
Sometimes those unfinished are amongst the most beautiful.
And when something has enriched your life
and when it's melody lingers on in your heart,
is it unfinished...
or... is it endless?
Everyone mourns in their own way.
But he's like it all the time, even before.
You heard the stories from Elaine,
he's just not there.
Well, I mean, maybe if she had a decent father figure
who was actually there, she wouldn't have wound up,
you know, falling by the wayside.
I thought it was an accident.
That's what they all say.
I wouldn't let any of my daughters
-near anything like that. -Exactly, typical army guys,
they're all the same.
I thought you'd quit.
I did.
God, I could deal with one of those right now.
No. We're going to pack up her things tomorrow.
If there's anything you need, her room is open
just upstairs.
Thank you.
Yo, Ty.
-What's up, man? -You, you good?
Yeah, man, not too bad.
-C-come on in, mate. -Yeah.
Bloody hell, boys.
It's a mess in here, innit?
-You need to clean up. -You all right, Cash?
I thought you weren't back for a couple of days.
Ah, man, we rounded up early for once.
Yo, you all right?
I thought you'd be having a couple of days off or something.
What you on about? Why would I need a day off?
Fuck.
Boys, stop fucking around.
Cash.
Oh, man.
Rachel's dead.
Stop messing around, man.
She's gone.
She OD'd on some fucked up junk.
Bullshit, she, she would never, she would never use!
Sorry,
well, I don't know what to say, man, we thought you knew.
No, how,
where would she even, how, how, how,
how would she even get her hands on that in the first place?
It doesn't make sense.
-Cash, man. -You.
You, you're fucking party! What happened when I left?
-I'm not sure, man. -You're not sure?
-What the fuck does that mean? -How the fuck
am I meant to know?
I left to get a pepperoni and cheese panini,
and by the time I'd come back,
the police are running all over the place, so I left.
I-I've been lying low here ever since.
You were supposed to look out for her
-and you fucking left! -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. -You promised me.
Fuck!
Cass, mate, I'm so--
-Cash, calm down. -Don't tell me to calm down!
Why, why wouldn't you, why wouldn't you fucking call me?
You were off grid, your phone wasn't on,
what'd you expect?
The funeral was three days ago, mate.
-I'm so sorry. -Where is she?
She's at Saint Nicholas, that's where they buried her.
Ca-, Cash, Ca-
Cash!
Cash! Just go tomorrow, man,
it's not like she's going anywhere.
Yo!
Ah, what the fuck, man?
Ah!
Shit.
- Who is Cash? - Uh, what?
-Where is he? -I don't know.
W-what do you wanna do with Cash, man?
All right, okay.
-It, it- -Where is he?
I, I don't know, man, honestly,
-he, he just bounced. -Wrong detail, Centurion.
-Please. -Let's try again.
Where is he?
He's not, he's not here.
Why was he selling
-drugs to my daughter? -I, I don't know, man,
we're just the mules, please.
Not such a big man now, are we?
Centurion.
Andy, come on. Stay with me, mate.
What the fuck have you got yourself into now?
I had it handled.
It looked like you were getting the shit kicked out of you,
-but, okay. -Oh, fuck off, Smudge.
I'm sorry.
What's going on?
You can't keep doing this.
I couldn't even look after my own daughter.
My wife's left me.
My friends are gone.
You can't be there for them every single moment
of every single day.
And you can't watch over them and stop every bad decision.
How's Elaine doing?
How about that therapist?
You bagged her off yet?
Come on, talk to me, mate.
I haven't seen you in years.
I'm not fucking the therapist.
What is this all about, Andy?
Watching too many films in your old age?
You're the one who likes to psychoanalyze everyone.
I mean, the first part's easy,
you're in pain.
You're craving that adrenaline hit, like being in contact.
But what next? Eventually, it'll all catch up with you.
You're getting old, boss.
So maybe it's some kind of alternative to suicide.
A thrill ride with an expiry date.
Go out in a blaze of glory.
The only problem is, the Andy I know
doesn't give a fuck about glory.
And he's retired.
So the Andy I know wouldn't do this.
Maybe people change.
People don't change.
Hang around long enough you just find out who they really are.
It's not change,
it's just time showing you the truth.
There's plenty of bad people in the world, Andy,
trust me, you are not one of them.
Hey.
Elaine, are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
What is it?
We were good,
weren't we?
I mean, if things had been different then-
We had some fun.
Sure.
I noticed you took her phone, I was confused at first.
I thought of all the things, why would you take that?
But then I remembered who you are.
I can't get into it anyway.
Do you know it, her code?
Some doors are best left closed.
I just wanna see her face again.
She respected you more than you thought, you know?
You already know it.
It's the birth year of your beloved corps.
I didn't realize she was that interested.
I think there's a lot you didn't know about her, Andy.
I've gotta go.
Thank you.
And there it is.
If I had a pound for every time I'd heard you say that.
Be careful.
Something wrong with the postman, right?
Yeah, we get packages on tap, man.
-No. -Fucking mad money.
-All right? -How are you, boss?
Can I get, uh, two lamb doners and chips please.
-Yeah, he's paying this. -I'm not,
-he's paying this one. -Pay him, mate.
-You owe me, mate. -Oh, fuck off, not a chance.
-don't be like this, please. -Did you two forget
your tampons today or something?
-What's going on? -Mate, tell him, mate.
Mate?
I like your watch.
Thanks.
You waiting on someone?
No.
That's it, mate.
Run along then.
Run along.
I'm having his food.
Yeah, I would never say listen to him,
but he's actually fucking right this time.
Yeah, and fucking here's you fucking eyeing up his fake watch.
He's a prick anyway.
Yeah, did you see him run
like he was in the fucking Camptown Races.
Fuck, yeah.
Yeah, these chips were all his, right, they're his.
There was a line, like six miles long on the table.
Hang on.
It's big man, again.
Forget your kebab, mate?
Can I help you?
I said, can I help you?
Are you fucking stupid, man?
I think he likes you, mate.
Hey, when someone asks you a fucking question,
you fucking answer it.
Fuck you.
Ah, come here!
Get in the car.
Now, get in the fucking car.
What the fuck are you playing at?
You're fucking lucky I caught you leaving.
I'm sorry, okay?
She didn't deserve that shit.
Don't. You barely knew her, don't act like you care.
This is exactly why I didn't want you
or anyone else too close to her.
Is that what you really think of me?
Fucking hell, it's not about you.
Just look what happened.
-Chill out. -Don't tell me to chill out!
She's dead, Ava, she's fucking dead, and it's all my fault
'cause I left her at that fucking party!
Her death is not your fault!
Who picked up the drugs? Me.
Who left her there? Me.
Who else could possibly be to blame?
She smoked some bad junk.
It's not your fucking fault, end of.
But if I was there,
-maybe I could- -Listen to me.
It's not your fault.
She's not the only one.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Jesus Christ.
It wasn't an overdose.
What are you saying?
Are you someone messed with the product?
Ava, my dad's product.
Someone's making a play.
Where's Smudge at?
He's getting the round in.
You all right?
Can everyone stop asking me that?
I'm sorry to her about Rachel, mate.
No parent should have to bury their child.
Cheers.
We wanted to be there.
You know what it's like.
It's okay.
Did any of the lads go?
Chris was there, quiet as ever.
He's never been the same since, uh,
-well, you know. -Mm.
Mate, I came to Afghan to get a tan, not pneumonia.
What are you saying then? You gonna come to Singers with me
once this has all blown over?
-I'm busy, mate. -Busy, what could be more
important than taking your best mate away
on a sexual spiritual release throughout Thailand?
Mate, have you ever been with an Asian chick?
What have I walked in on now?
Is he still spinning a bullshit bag of tits.
Three things, Smudge, number one, you're boring.
Number two, you need to bag off.
Number three, do you wanna come to Singers
with me when this is done?
Is that a jet-wet, Smudge?
Literally asked you 10 minutes ago, you said no.
It was a hot flash.
Fuck off.
What's this?
Don't be a prick, Smudge.
Is this your missus?
You've got a missus?
What's she like?
Fucking hell,
you are punching.
We've been together four years in May.
Two kids.
Well, you did keep that one quiet, didn't ya?
We tied the knot a week before we came out here.
Cheers for the fucking invite.
Knockers, gents.
How are we?
Well, Harper just got married,
didn't tell anyone, Sledge's upset he didn't get an invite.
We're all really fucking bored.
Five months in and you're just mentioning this.
Mate, that's a bit fucking weird.
It's a bit, odd mate.
I bet she's not even real, you know?
Yeah.
Well, I've got some news.
Get your kit on, I'll see you outside.
Finally.
Go get the fucking gun!
Smudge! Smudge!
Right, get on it, get on it.
Andy, you fucking gun up!
Chris Davis, how is he?
All right, you bunch of pricks?
You swamp yourself again?
Oh, good eye, sniper, well done.
How was Chris?
Quiet as ever.
I remember his first patrol in Afghan, routine,
everyone's alert and eager.
Our first run out since being in-country.
The point man was Charlie Dixon,
a young marine, fresh out the box.
Nice lad.
He goes and steps on a pressure plate IED
20 minutes into patrol.
Boom.
Everyone goes to ground, dust everywhere.
Sound of incoming rounds start cracking overhead.
And Chris crawls forward
and finds Charlie with both legs missing,
flailing around in a pool of his own blood.
By some miracle, Charlie's the only one wounded.
By now, the rest of the section are returning fire,
while Chris pulls what's left of Charlie
into a ditch nearby.
We just couldn't ping the firing point.
And the medic,
the medic does his best, but Charlie's not looking good.
Now lads start breaking contact with Charlie on a stretcher
and they actually start making good pace,
and it weren't long before they were pinned down again.
Another ambush,
a volley of grenades come over the wall
from the other side of the road.
The lads scatter, hitting the deck, expecting the worst.
But by some fucking miracle, again, nobody was hurt.
Now, Chris goes and pulls out his own grenade
and the rest of the lads in the section see him
and they, obviously, follow suit.
Almost the whole section return a volley of grenades
back over the wall,
with the exception of poor old Charlie, of course.
The incoming rounds stop
and the lads manage to get Charlie CASEVAC-ed.
Anyway, the next day, a crowd of Afghan locals
gathered outside the PB and they were carrying bodies.
Bodies draped in white bloodstained blankets.
The whole patrol was a trap.
We were played.
The initial volley of grenades
came from beyond the compound.
But the lads didn't know this.
And the grenades Chris returned,
landed in the compound amongst the family.
A family hiding from the firefight.
They said he changed after that.
Got very serious.
And to top it off, his mate Charlie, lad on point,
he only went and fucking died back in royal three
a few hours after being CASEVAC-ed.
Well, that was fucking delightful, fat boy.
Have you got a single dit in your head
that doesn't make me wanna kill myself?
Absent friends.
And those still living with the scars.
Come on, dickhead.
Still here then.
I haven't seen the village elder in three days.
Usually he walks the fields every morning, checks the crops,
and then again at sundown.
The locals are spooked.
Something's not right.
The lads are worried about you,
about the time you're spending up here.
You need some rest.
Did you not hear me?
It's shady.
They know something we don't.
I hear you, but you log it
and you report it through J2.
In the meantime, you're on enforced rest.
This isn't sustainable.
I've got plenty.
Look, I know you're cut up about the last op,
fuck, we're all cut up about the last op.
But it wasn't your fault.
You don't have to make up anything.
We need you at 100% when we're out there.
You're my eyes and I need them to be fresh.
Go and get your head down.
Boss,
thanks.
I read your file.
What do you think drew you to the armed forces?
I always thought I could make a difference.
It's stupid.
Looking back on it, I've caused more pain.
Andy.
What's going on, Boss?
You found out who supplied Rachel with drugs, didn't you?
Some prick sent her a message asking to meet up.
I need answers.
I think you have bigger problems now, boss.
There's always someone higher up in the chain.
They'll be looking for you now.
Huge fan of the nail, gun, hammer combination,
but you're gonna need something with more of a punch.
We're early.
He's waiting for you in room 307, top floor.
Go on.
Get out.
Go on, fuck off!
Oh,
you're early.
Sort her out, will you?
Ignore her.
Come,
come in.
Have you got the cash?
That will do it.
You're gonna like this.
I knew it was you.
Do you have any idea how much shit you've stirred up?
There's way more cash than needed there.
Callan wouldn't like it if I just let you go.
Who the fuck is Callan?
You really don't understand what you've got yourself into.
I make a point of not getting involved
in other people's business, I just sell the guns,
I don't tell people what to do with them.
So...
go on.
Fuck off!
I-I need to speak to Callan,
it's, it's urgent.
Tell him it's Leon.
Look,
just put Callan on the fucking phone now.
Hello?
Where's Callan?
Where is Callan?
Now, I'm gonna count to three.
One.
Two. Three.
Okay, okay, I'll--
Just-- Shit, stop.
I'll tell you, stop.
Deal with this, will ya?
And find out where Callan is.
I don't like this.
You've done this hundreds of times before.
What's wrong?
It just feels different.
Stay lookout then, this won't take long.
Oh, shit, oh, shit, Ava!
Ava!
I'll drive, where's the key?
Okay. Okay.
No, I can't.
No, no, no, no, you can, you can.
Now, this is unexpected.
A backstabbing whore and the prince to a crumbling empire.
Fuck you!
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm guessing you haven't told him then.
Oh, you haven't, have you?
What's, what's he talking about?
Who else have you fucked over?
Did you think that I wouldn't find out?
What is he on about?
She's been spying on my whole operation, on me,
for your dear father.
Spreading dangerous rumors.
It's not a rumor if it's fucking true.
Why would I spike my own gear?
Think about it.
But I bet you never imagined hurting someone
you care about, did you?
He's a fucking liar.
Who else would it be?
You act all innocent with your big blue eyes.
But you're no saint, are you?
What did you do, Ava?
It's what he does, he's lying.
I bet your father approved it,
and you, and you,
you were gonna fuck me, weren't you?
Weren't you?
So why am I here?
I mean, you can't--
Kill you?
Why?
'Cause of your father?
Your father doesn't give a fuck about you.
And you,
backstabbing fucking snake.
It seems you misjudged your loyalties.
I worked for your father
for 14 years.
Fourteen fucking years,
and this is how he repays me.
Ava, please, come on.
Ava, wait, Ava, look out!
Oh!
No, no, no, wait, wait.
Fuck!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Fuck! Oh, shit, shit.
Come on, come on, come on, come, come, come on, come on.
Ah, shit.
Come on.
Oh, no, no.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Oh, fuck. Fuck!
Stupid shit!
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Oh, what am I, what am I gonna do?
What if, I should--
If I, um, I can call someone,
call someone, um...
Fuck!
It's really something, you know?
You gotta appreciate the ability to still make choices
when someone like this only has one decision left.
What, like choosing to watch a man suffer?
We're all subjects of suffering, my friend,
one way or another.
Boss, we've got a live one here.
It's one of the captives.
She's still breathing, I think.
Harps, are you shooting chicks now?
Not me, mate, she's still breathing.
Get your FFD ready, mate.
-Mate, come on. -FFD!
- And your Celox. - Mate.
-Pressure here. -Smudge, come on.
I need you to keep your eyes open, okay?
Can you tell me your name?
Look, I am trying to help you, but I need you to help me.
Please, tell me your name.
Ava.
How old are you, Ava?
I'm 29.
Fucking hell, Smudge, look at this, man.
Mate, what are you, for fuck's sake!
Mates, she's fucking browners.
Ava,
why were you here?
Cassius.
What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?
Who are you?
Ava, where would he go?
Ava?
Where would Cassius go?
Where can we find him?
What did she say?
A warehouse, the other side of town,
says his dad works there.
That's where he will be.
But this. This shit.
It isn't me.
I didn't think it was you either.
What's going on?
Why did you pick me up?
What do you want?
-Dinner. -What?
The reason you're here, eat.
I'm not hungry.
I know what you did.
And what would that be?
Rachel.
That whole situation was unfortunate.
She died because of you! Because you laced the product!
Rachel's death has got nothing to do with me.
Don't you fucking mention her name!
I was the one who told you not to get attached.
Your involvement with her created a lot of activity,
the kind of activity that's bad for my business.
Your business.
And once again, it's my responsibility to clean it up.
You see, Callan,
I know he wanted a shot at being the don for a while,
but he was disrespectful and greedy.
At least he had the balls to try, I respect that.
You'll never let me go, will you?
You'll never let me have anything outside of this.
How much more death, how much more pain,
how much more money will make you satisfied?
How much is fucking enough for you?
It isn't about the money, it's about respect.
It's about having your own code and sticking to it.
Something your friends and I fear you will never understand.
Your little escapades have cost me.
So why didn't you tell me what was going on?
Lacing the shit, the man you sent, all of it?
Dad?
Answer me!
I'll start being your father
when you start acting like the son I want you to be!
The man is the reason we are here.
The reason I picked you up,
for your own safety,
you should be thanking me.
I know what happened at the docks, at Harry's place.
You took something from him.
Now this man wants to take something away from me.
If you didn't send him then who is he?
Andrew Coleman.
Rachel's father.
I'd like you to try something for me.
It's a simple method of mindfulness
to bring you back to the present
when things become overwhelming.
Now, put the elastic band on your wrist like a bracelet.
We're going to breathe together.
And when I say snap the band,
pull it's away from your wrist and then let go.
Notice how it feels on your skin.
Together, we're going to try and be mindful of the present
and the environment around us.
I want you to try and relax, get loose.
Sit back and close your eyes.
So all we're going to do is snap the band on our wrist.
But as we do so,
I want us to try to feel what's right here in the present.
Okay, shall we give this a go?
Take in a deep breath, in for three.
One,
two,
three.
And out.
And in.
One,
two,
three.
And out.
Now really try to focus on what you can smell.
And in one,
two,
three.
-Get the fucking gun! -Moving!
Focus on what you can hear.
And in
one,
two,
three.
Now, when you're ready, Andy,
open your eyes.
Wait, wait!
Boss, it's time to go.
Andy, we need to leave right now.
Why are we here?
What did that girl say to you?
She told me this is where we would find him.
She was dying, Andy, I had no reason to doubt her.
The boy's never been here.
She fucked us.
She saw what we did back there,
she knew what we'd do here.
Anyway, let's go, plenty of time to think about this later.
Andy,
some men,
I, I, I've locked, help, help me.
I've locked myself in the--
No.
Help me, Andy.
Oh, no, no, please, please.
I, I don't know where he is, no, no,
please, no!
Eagle, eagle.
Harper?
Boss.
Tell him to stop fucking loafing.
I think we best get out of here.
Agreed.
What the fuck was that?
They were probably scouts, believed themselves lucky,
so they thought they'd have a go.
It's 'cause you're so fucking old, Boss.
Right, let's get the fuck outta here.
Lads, we've got more on the way.
Sit.
What's going on?
Cleaning house.
-That means? -It means clean up
your mess for the very last time.
I am obligated to keep you safe.
I won't let some squaddy disrespect me, my business,
and all I've worked for.
What are you gonna do?
My patience with Mr. Coleman has expired.
You know where he is.
Andy, we need to go faster.
They are gonna catch up with us, Boss.
50 meters and closing.
No, no.
Little fuckers weren't expecting that number, were they?
We ain't out of the woods yet.
How did they track you down? Even we struggled to find ya.
They fucking got to Elaine.
-Oh, fuck. -Tried to call
and I didn't pick up.
We got company!
Who the fuck is this?
Hit, I'm hit.
Where are you hit? Where are you hit?
It's on the plate,
on the plate.
Building! Get the building!
Take that.
Peel right! Peel right!
Moving!
-Move! -Harper, move!
-Harp, move! Move it! -Harper, move!
Now, Sledge! In!
Moving!
Last man!
-Move, move, move, move! -Moving.
Ammo, CAS, Ammo and CAS!
-Last few. -Fuck!
Four pax 50 meters,
they're approaching on the south aspect.
Stoppage!
When the fuck are these clowns gonna get the message?
If you spent less time gobbing off
and more time shooting, maybe they would.
Cheers, dits.
Up!
Happy now, got your suicide mission?
We're not doing this now.
Stop!
We need him.
Fuck!
Where is Elaine?
Who the fuck is Elaine?
Look at ya, huh?
You're bleeding out anyway,
so you might as well just tell me.
Oh, okay.
Well,
I am the one who will decide just how painful
your last hour on earth will really be.
And I've got nowhere to go.
So where is she?
I don't know.
- Ow, fuck. - Where is she?
Stop, please, fucking stop.
Look, look, I'll tell ya.
Stop.
I don't know who she is, okay,
but I, I know someone who does.
Oh...
I'm listening.
Look, I'll deal with it.
Relax.
He won't.
I've got this under control.
What?
We've lost Bravo Team, sir.
Get the boy in the car.
Who's, oh, shit.
Mr. Andrew Coleman, it's so good to finally meet ya.
Shut it.
You know why I'm here.
I know more than you think.
You, however, don't seem to know anything at all.
Elaine, where is Elaine?
You don't give up, do ya?
It fascinates me that you even care.
Northern Ireland, Bosnia,
Iraq,
Afghanistan.
Was it all worth it?
It changed you, didn't it?
All these years, she stood by your side,
but one day she didn't recognize you anymore, did she?
I suppose everyone leaves in the end, one way or another.
Don't play games with me.
You know, Elaine reminded me of my wife, you know?
When Cassius was younger,
his mother tried to take him away from me,
she thought she knew better.
She thought she could protect him from me, from my world.
And she was wrong.
I drugged her, tied her up, and locked her in a room.
She was manageable for a time,
but then she became a bit of a nuisance
and difficult to control.
She was my wife, Andrew.
I killed her.
I watched her bleed out as she begged for her life
and I didn't feel a thing.
That's why I'm still alive.
That's why I'm still in charge.
Nobody takes from me.
My daughter's dead. And your son is responsible.
No, he had nothing to do with your daughter's death.
Unfortunately, Cassius takes after his mother.
He was always such a disappointment.
Where is Elaine?
She's no longer with us, I'm afraid.
You see, actions
have consequences.
Here he is.
Did you get him?
His father.
We're all done here.
You got his dad, you fucking savage.
All right, boys, what you saying,
shall we get some breakfast or what?
I'm fucking starving.
Done?
Yeah, we're done.
Ooh!
That, that was fucking glorious.
Half of it's in your 'tache.
Was it a mistake?
Leaving the boy?
Don't worry about that kid, Boss.
He couldn't bang out a wank.
I hate loose ends.
Rachel saw something in him.
You saw something in him.
He wasn't like the others.
He was scared.
You did the right thing, boss.
That's what separates us from them.
The right thing,
I don't know what that is anymore.
The world's changed too much for an old man like me.
In all fairness, you are really, really old.
I won't lose any sleep over the bodies of rotten souls.
Fucking hell, mate,
went a bit dark on that one, haven't ya?
I'm just saying,
how many more Rachels are out there?
And, no, it won't bring her back,
but think about how many more lives they would've destroyed.
What do I even do now?
Give yourself a break, mate.
Find some enjoyment in your life.
Do it for Rachel.
And do it for Elaine.
That's easier said than done.
You know, when Elaine left,
people said, "Get help, reach out."
I tried everything,
but I felt like I was screaming into a black hole.
They say they hear you,
but they aren't really listening.
Then you showed up.
I hadn't seen yous in years.
If you hadn't, I...
I never thanked you for that.
You know, the other day in the car,
you asked me, "Why now?"
Haven't you figured it out yet?
No, don't fucking move!
I'll do it, I'll fucking do it!
I'm sorry.
I'm so-- I'm sorry.