08x05 - Vendetta: Part 5

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I'm finished.

If you want your soldier back, secure the package and eliminate the Russian operative.

She's coming.

You should sacrifice yourself What?

So I can get free.

There's no need for sacrifice, brother.

I'm joking!

We've recovered phones from some of the Jihadi cell members, they may furnish us With a number of leads.

You've failed.

If Imperia is used in conjunction with a t*rror1st att*ck...

...That will be down to you.

No protection, no way out.

It's not what you think.

Mujo...

Was acting strange.

He started saying bad things.

What was he saying?

That he was going to betray me.

When I asked him what he meant by that, he just...

He att*cked me.

Mujo, who swore to lay down his life for you, att*cked you?

I saw his true face.

You don't believe me?

Brother, I believe you.

It's okay.

I'll clean this up.

And then I have to go see our people, make sure everything is arranged.

Soon, none of this will matter.

Sergeant McAllister, what is your greatest weakness?

You mean like kryptonite?

Yeah, Mac, like Kryptonite.

That's exactly what they wanna know in an officer interview.

Which fictional mineral do you react to?

Come on, Mac. Be serious.

All right. Come on.

All right, let's go.

In three, two, one.

All right.

I suppose I've always wanted to make a difference.

I've said I'll stick this out as long as there's something to fight for, and...

I don't know. You know, you look around, and there's always something worth fighting for.

I think I'm all right with that.

sh*t, I f... I forgot the question.

Is that enough?

I mean, you might wanna just tweak it a little, you know?

Make it a little less, uh... Less what?

Depressing. That's not depressing.

It's inspirational.

Mac, you basically said there's nothing outside this job for you.

That's dictionary-definition depressing.

All right, well, here's one for you.

I outrank you.

You can't order her to like your answer.

Course I can.

What's the point of having power if you can't abuse it? Hey!

There you are!

Chetri, what's your biggest weakness?

People who silence their comms.

I've been trying to buzz you.

Just picked up the cell phone location for a suspected deputy of Zayef and Mahir.

Could be the break we need. Come on.

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Zero Alpha Green set.

Bravo One Blue set.

If anyone was monitoring you, they could easily track you here.

Do you understand what we're about to do?

The scale of it?

How many times did you use the phone today?

Idiot!

Shh.

Got a runner!

Unconfirmed, but it looks like Alpha Two.

Confirmed. Sending him your way.

You look like you're having a bad day, mate.

It's about to get worse.

You've reached your destination.

Doors will open on the right-hand side.

Howdy.

Nice catch. Thank you, mate.

Keep eyes on the exterior. Copy that, boss.

What's this? Pretty.

Bravo One, your w*apon.

Hey. Nice one, Space Bar.

Let's go.

You good? Visual good.

Audio good.

Ah!

Mm.

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Zayef?

Stand by. We got a vehicle approaching from the east.

All right, it's nothing. We're good.

Now, you've got me worried, Mahir.

Weaponized viruses, stolen Russian tech.

That's money, arms, resources.

I've got a lot of questions.

Perhaps you should have grabbed my brother instead of me.

He's the one in charge.

I'm sure you're just as capable of committing horrific acts of terror as the next man.

I can barely even run, Sergeant McAllister.

Sorry, was I not meant to know your name?

Shrapnel.

I was, uh, six or seven.

A woman in our village forgot to watch where she put her feet.

Stepped on an unexploded BLU-97 cluster b*mb.

The doctor said I was lucky.

I can see why that would make you angry.

Thank you.

I'm glad you understand.

The Serbs took every man and boy from the village into the woods and sh*t them.

My brother and I only survived because we hid in a crawl space under a house.

But it means a lot that you acknowledge how I feel.

I'm not defending what happened, all right?

You were abandoned. We were ignored.

The deaths and massacres began, and the world did nothing.

Perhaps it was easier because we were Muslim.

Maybe it was felt, on some level, we deserved it.

I don't know. I don't think so.

But it still wouldn't justify whatever it is you're planning.

How do you justify taking lives, Sergeant?

Comes with the job.

But you're not normal m*llitary, are you?

This is, what, special forces?

It is what it is. Of course, and it must be an honor to be that valued.

But let us be honest, Thomas.

You only ended up here because you got your team k*lled.

He's got access to British m*llitary files.

He's trying to goad you, McAllister.

Don't take the bait.

I tell you what. Why don't you just tell me what you and bargain-basement Bin Laden are planning, and then maybe I'll share the whole story with you?

Oh, I already know the whole story.

You say Zayef is in charge, yeah?

But from what I've seen, you're the one doing all the hard work.

You failed upwards, Sergeant. Seems unfair, that does to me, that you do the work, and he gets all the glory. You had the responsibility to keep your team safe... Why is that? Why is that?

And you walked them into an ambush...

Is that because you're nothing?

And let them die around you.

He's Elvis and you're the one driving the tour bus, yeah? Face down in the dust and dirt bleeding out while you climb over their dead bodies. This isn't about me.

f*ck them. This is about you!

f*ck their family. What you're part of.

As long as Thomas McAllister gets to play soldier.

Bravo One. Bravo One.

Sergeant, respond!

No more bullshit! What's coming?

This is all a game.

Just let it play out.

Wrong answer, dickhead!

Where is it?

London? Paris?

Sir... Not now.

Mahir's pendant contained a tracker.

f*ck.

We may have been compromised. Prepare to move out.

Madrid? Manchester?

Munich?

I'll turn her over.

Wyatt! Yeah?

Vehicle incoming. Possible hostiles.

This guy's coming right at us.

Go loud!

Go!

sh*t!

Got a PKM!

Son of a bitch!

Boss, we're getting pinned!

You can stop this. Hand me over to my brother.

Or I put one b*llet in you and another b*llet in your f*cking brother, and I end this now.

And while you try, another team is gunned down around you.

I could use a little backup out here.

Let me go, your friends live.

That's all there is.

Starting to run out of f*cking a*mo here!

A little f*cking backup would be real good!

They're flanking us!

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

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Zayef!

You want your brother?

Tell your men to put their f*cking weapons down.

Put it down.

Don't f*cking move!

All right, boss.

We've got nothing to lose here, mate.

Stay there.

Go on.

Pick your targets. Make them count.

Solid f*cking copy.

Now!

sh*t!

Out!

We're out of a*mo! We need assistance!

I'm out!

Bravos, get down!

Now! Changing!

Now, let's go. f*ck.

Come on. Come on! Don't f*ck me now!

f*ck! Interesting call, Sergeant, letting him go.

I didn't let him go.

I traded him to save the rest of you.

We don't matter!

It's the Intel that counts.

The Intel that we didn't get!

We have no leads!

All that work, mapping out networks, chasing up threads, it was for nothing.

We got Munich.

I mentioned a list of possible locations, and Mahir reacted on it.

Reacted like how?

Like, "Yeah, that's the place?"

It was non-verbal. Okay.

Sergeant, you were applying force to the prisoner at the time.

I put him under pressure, and he gave off cues to the Intel.

Probably sounded a lot like the same cues for "please stop f*cking hitting me."

You lost control.

You let your emotions get the better of you, and right now I think you're trying to find a way to justify that.

I disagree, sir.

I'm really not trying to be a d*ck here, sir, but I'm grateful we're all alive.

Thanks, kid.

There is a UN security conference scheduled for Munich tomorrow.

You throw a stone in Europe, and you'll hit some high-priority target.

I need more than that.

You get this wrong, it's your career.

So take a deep breath. Think this through.

Are you sure?

I'm sure, sir.

Lance Corporal, prep a vehicle.

We're heading to Munich. Yes, sir.

This Imperiya code is a viral device designed to take down all power and comms, but it has to be uploaded into a city's infrastructure.

So find me possible entry ports.

We could be talking about hundreds of possibles in Munich alone.

Well, then I'd get to work.

I hope you're f*cking right.

How did you know where I was?

I had a tracker on you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You wanted to stay with the British army?

No, of course not.

You're my brother, the only family I have left.

I cannot afford to lose you.

All right, stock up fast.

We move out in 15, make it to Munich within the hour.

Got an old high-frequency 320 rig.

Handheld radios.

Got an old everything here.

What is this, boss? The "Antiques Roadshow"?

A classic. Never ages.

Besides, it was the nearest available weapons cache.

So make do, quickly.

If the Imperiya code gets deployed, our comms will go down.

I can modify these high-frequency radios.

It should work, provided we're within range of each other.

Very good. Get on it.

Right, greatest weakness. Go.

Oh, mate, not now, please.

It's you thinking the boss is right, that the mission actually does come first, and if Zayef and Mahir do something, it's all your fault. Which it is.

Each of us would have done exactly the same as you.

Yeah, but you didn't, so yes, it's on me, and telling me I'm wrong isn't really helping.

I'm trying to reassure you, okay?

I'm not telling you you're wrong.

Yeah?

And stuffing your pockets with mafia cash, that's really reassuring.

I'm trying to support you, assh*le.

What?

"I'm trying to support you, assh*le."

You get my point.

Yeah, thanks.

Got a possible location on Zayef, sir.

It's Munich.

Mahir's tracker sends an intermittent signal back to its monitoring device, so I traced it.

Are these Zayef's locations?

The past 12 hours, yes.

The denser the circle, the longer he's stayed in that locale, so there he is earlier at the gas station, and then a few hours ago, at the Schwarzer Tempel Estate in Munich.

GCS9 has it marked as a possible hot spot for insurgent groups.

So maybe they're looking backup, you know?

Like local support.

Let's say they are getting outside support.

Let's say the target is Munich.

Who stands to benefit from that?

That's a long list, sir.

Islamic state, you got far-right groups looking for a power grab, you got weapons manufacturers.

I mean, there was a b*mb go off in Germany just to crash the share market a couple years ago.

Could be anybody. We have an ongoing hit.

Munich, downtown commercial district.

Cross-reference the area with access points to the city's infrastructure. Sir.

It's the old stock exchange, sir.

It's been closed for renovations, but the connections will be active for Imperiya.

Excellent. Let's get going.

We believe the target is the UN security conference this afternoon at Munich ICM.

Quite the guest list there.

United States Department of Defense, Vice Chief of the MOD...

Yeah, so top level security, a ring of steel around the venue.

Whatever these boys are planning, it won't be walking in with a b*mb.

Except they have the Russian tech.

They can shut the city down.

Power goes down, comms, trains, but it's only temporary.

I mean, it's hardly worth this helicopter ride.

You forgot about surveillance, sir.

Power goes down, you lose surveillance...

CCTV... and an already stretched security gets stretched even further, maybe leaving a few holes in your ring of steel.

You have any idea how many unverified b*mb threats the average UN conference gets?

They won't evacuate without hard evidence.

Or your assurance as Deputy Head of the SIS that this thr*at is real.

We need an armed response if we're to stop the deployment of this Imperiya code.

Well, that'll take time.

I'll need to kick this upstairs.

Of course.

Understood.

You already have something in motion, don't you?

We won't have time to clear any of this.

Resignation letters in case anything should go wrong.

Complete disavow.

You can't do this without my permission.

It's already happening.

James, you created 20 for "you can't do this" moments exactly like this one.

We're the blunt instrument that this situation needs.

You took a gamble on keeping us alive, Sergeant.

This is where we need that decision to pay off.

Copy that, sir.

Hey, beers and sh*ts by sundown.

My greatest weakness: I'm secretly an optimist.

Drinks are on Wyatt, then. That's not what I said.

He's also secretly an optometrist.

Oh, good. I was needing my eyes checked.

That's so bad.

Hey, we get these bastards, I'll be happy to buy all the drinks.

See you on the other side, mate.

Other side, bro.

Oh, and, um, McAllister, I'm relying on you. Sir.

All right, through the garage, we'll make our way down to the basements, knock out any access to city systems, take this place off the grid.

Guess we're not alone.

How much longer?

Uh, five, ten minutes.

Go left.

To the right.

Novin.

Chetri, on me.

I'm just preloading the code.

You're very good at this.

I'll move our man into position.

Got a call coming from inside the building.

Tracing its destination.

Send it. Done.

Got a location and a phone number.

Turn right here, two blocks down.

All right, let's call and see who answers.

There. There he is.

There, over there on the right.

Green shirt, backpack, plus two.

That's the guy Zayef was calling.

Follow and watch.

On site! Get to cover!

Get down!

Down, Chetri!

Grenade!

Mac!

You okay?

I'm good!

Flank right! Copy that.

On me!

And here they are, snapping at our heels.

I need two more minutes.

Stay covered till I call clear.

Chetters!

Clear!

Chetri, you good?

Yeah, I'm fine! Just a scratch!

Take a f*cking moment! We haven't got a moment!

Come on! Mac, she got tagged!

I'm okay!

Being okay and dead's a matter of inches.

Let's just try and get home in one f*cking piece, all right?

He's right.

We're against the clock.

Let's move.

So what do you think they got in the backpack?

They could have su1c1de vests, C4, nitro, RDX.

They could have f*cking anything.

Well, whatever it is, we don't want anything going off in a pedestrianized area.

Let's isolate and take down.

Up ahead. Main server ducts.

Here.

Which cable do we cut?

f*ck, all of them.

20 seconds, and we're done.

All right, watch out. Go for your life.

Four, three...

Two, one.

Is that us?

All the networks are down.

It wasn't us. Imperiya's live.

sh*t, the team didn't get there in time.

Bravos! Bravos!

f*ck, comms are down.

All right, plan B.

We head up and do this the hard way.

Copy that.

We're going to have to go on foot.

The UN is four blocks south!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Move! Out of the way.

Go!

Move up!

What did they promise you?

I don't understand.

What did they promise you, Mahir?

I don't know what you're talking about!

Zayef, please.

I did everything to help you!

I don't think so.

Our men are somewhere near the UN conference now, the western soldiers engaging them, and maybe our enemies will succeed.

Maybe they were always meant to succeed.

Is that the story you were meant to tell?

All I ever did was what you wanted.

And you swear this is true?

On the memory of our father, our mother, I swear.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

You haven't seen him. He's losing it.

I don't know if I can control him.

Listen to me.

This may not go the way you want.

My whole life has been spent looking after you.

I made the promise to our parents, and there's no escaping it.

There's no escaping you.

You and your f*cking beliefs.

This life you made us have.

There's no end to this.

You were my brother, and I hated you.

I understand, and I'm sorry.

You don't understand.

You think you're this chosen one.

That wasn't by accident.

That's what they wanted you to believe.

You're a puppet who can't see its f*cking strings.

Got eyes on the backpack.

What did they offer you, Mahir?

A way out.

A fresh start, without you.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

But that's okay.

The bio w*apon, the Russian device, they're not my plans.

They were your plans.

Their plans.

But my plan starts now.

Nothing!

He's got nothing! There's no b*mb!

Stop!

Turn around nice and slow, hands on your head!

The bomber is a decoy.

Repeat, the bomber is a decoy.

sh*t, it's a b*mb vest. Don't sh**t!

Don't f*cking move!

Everyone get back! Get back!

Move, move, move!

Everyone out! Out!

Out!

On your knees! On your knees!

Move back! Chetri, clear them out!

Keep moving! On your knees!

On your f*cking knees!

Move! Get out of here!

It doesn't look like there's a detonator, but it could still be remotely activated.

All right, we need to get this off and defuse it.

Yeah, well, there's at least 20 locks and f*cking trip wires everywhere.

All right, so we dig in one by one.

Who did this? Was this your brother?

Eh? Yeah? Where is he?

He was headed towards Schwarzer Tempel.

It was all an act.

He played us all.

The UN conferences, the bombs, it was all a decoy.

Thomas, please. You have to help me.

They said they'd get me out of here.

Who's they? Who are you working with?

Just... just get this f*cking thing off me, please!

Keep still!

Get it off.

Mac, there's C4. There's shrapnel packs.

People spilling out of subways, gridlock traffic.

If this f*cking detonates here... come on, man.

All right, f*ck this.

Get him back to the stock exchange.

If it goes off there, we'll minimize casualties.

No. Get up!

Get up, move! No, you can't!

Yes, we can! You chose this so you live with it! No!

Thomas!

He's coming back this way!

Back off! Back off!

Get back!

Oh, f*ck. He's activated!

He's activated! Let's move!

Come on! Get back! Get back!

Get up! Get back!

Come on! Go!

Move!

I've got it! I've got it!

Just leave him! No!

Leave him! Come on!

No.

All right, go, go! No!

No!

Help me!

Help me, please!

Bravos, come in.

Bravos.

Chetri, Schwarzer Tempel Estate.

That's to the north, right?

Pretty much a straight line.

Yes, but emergency services will be held up.

We need to triage the civilians.

Do what you can.

Kid, let's go.

No, Mac. No.

We can't let him get away with this.

Mac, look around you.

We lost. It's too late.

This is where we're needed.

If we hesitate, he'll get away.

It doesn't f*cking matter!

This is what matters, right here!

Come on, Mac!

I know. I'm sorry.

I have to do this.

Mac, Mac!

Mac!

Comms check. Zero, come in.

Oh, f*ck.

Zero, come in.

f*ck.

Now they... Comms bad, repeat!

Bravo One, sit-rep.

Schwarzer Tempel Estate! Contact, multiple hostiles!

Hold and wait!

We wait, we're gonna lose him!

Bravo One, listen to me. We're on our way.

ETA five minutes.

I'm moving to engage!

Aw, f*ck!

Bravo One, we are en route.

Better not be f*cking engaging.

You know me, mate. I'm just taking it easy.

Five minutes.

The boss said five minutes two minutes ago.

Who's driving, you or Novin?

Me, I'm driving.

Five minutes my ass.

Like I said, this is on me, mate.

Wyatt?

Wyatt?

Halt, halt. It's okay, go.

Go.

The f*ck are you doing here?

One down. One down.

Block C, third floor.

Zayef.

I suppose I've always wanted to make a difference.

I've said I'll stick this out as long as there's something to fight for, and I don't know.

Y... you know, you look around and there's always something worth fighting for, and I think I'm all right with that.

sh*t.

Sorry, I forgot the question.

Is that enough? Will that do?

I was hoping maybe today we could talk about the incident.

Hold on, man. Hold on!

What was it like, lying there, bleeding out?

I made a choice, okay? I gambled.

Willing to disobey orders, Where do you think that comes from?

You almost d*ed. Nothing else matters.

Look at him now.

He's got the house, he's got the wife, he's got the kid.

The fighting. The death.

What it did to your mind and body.

Hey!

Was it worth it?