07x06 - Revolution: Part 6

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Lauren Gillespie, DEA. I hear you're looking for a package.

Jean-Baptiste Zaza. Notorious w*rlord.

This guy, Dagon Sao. Zaza's number two.

Grab the number two. Bring him in.

I need a favor. Dagon. It'd be good if you eliminated him.

I'm not your guy.

I got your file. Task force 18.

Who the f*ck are you?

I'm the one you're giving the location of the nukes to.

Zaza's selling them. Deal's going down tomorrow night.

We're supposed to take him in alive, mate.

I didn't have a choice.

What's the deal with you and Wyatt?

You got files on his previous job.

Zaza, he's expecting an arms broker, so we send him one. Novin, you'll be taking her place.

Who's that man watching us?

We've been compromised. Go in noisy.

The game is over!

Run! Now!

Let's grab a bike. Or a plane?

Contact.

Come on, come on.

No, oh.

What was it?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Slight engine failure.

It'll have to be the bloody river.

Okay, I can do this.

"You can do this"? What?

You have landed a plane before?

Yeah, I was more the copilot, slash-passenger.

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, you might want to hold on to something there.

Ha! Whoo!

I've always wanted to fly a plane!

Well, you could have at least landed closer to shore.

What?

It's okay, we can swim. Yeah.

We need to find a vehicle.

Get this intel to the RV.

Maybe this one.

Maybe not.

Zaza, this is what we have from the cameras around the town.

They're headed into the jungle.

The sea plane turned west.

And these two might be still active in Changzou.

Get the word out.

A price on their head.

Nowhere to hide.

I want them dead.

Mm-hmm.

Real good shortcut, McAllister.

Yeah, we're f*cked.

How many?

Three.

Four.

Armed.

Searching.

Coming this way.

You think the others made it out?

I think we need to get moving.

a*mo check. Mag and a half.

Yeah, I got about the same.

You know, I'm starting to think that pissing off a w*rlord wasn't the smartest thing we've done.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Dead zone.

All right, so we need to get to open ground and reestablish contact.

Keep quiet, keep moving.

Great.

Miles of jungle, cartel on our ass, and McAllister acting all weird with me for no g*dd*mn reason.

First time we met, do you remember what you said to me?

I believe I called you an assh*le.

You told me not to sh**t the Libyan soldiers.

Said they were just doing their job.

You were annoying, but you were right.

That's the kind of guy you were.

"Were"?

What the hell does that mean?

Blindfolded.

Classic gangland execution.

No burial. f*cking brutal.

Well, at least we know what to expect when Zaza catches up with us.

Still nothing.

Hey.

Did Dagon draw on you?

Is this the f*cking

"left-handed right-handed" thing again?

No, it's the "Gillespie having files on your time in Task Force 18" thing.

Telling you to drop it.

Did he draw on you?

You said you didn't have a choice.

I already told you that, Mac.

Yes, he f*cking did.

You know, I believe you less this time.

You've seen Dagon's rap sheet.

You've seen what he's done.

What f*cking difference does it make?

The difference is I think you're hiding something, so just tell me the truth.

You're the one that drove us into the jungle, and now you're getting twitchy because you can't admit that you screwed up.

Get out of my face, Wyatt.

I mean it. Oh, yeah?

Get down.

Skull mask about 20 feet behind you.

Can you get the drop on him?

Can't fire, tell everyone in the jungle where we are.

Yeah, I got this.

Drop it.

Don't f*ck with me, man. Drop it.

Excuse me?

It's okay, we're friendly.

You speak English?

Mm.

We need a telephone or a radio.

Not coming?

Telephone.

Hello.

How are you?

Thank you. That's great, thanks.

Uh, it's a private call.

Can I...

Yeah? Thank you.

Yeah.

What happen?

What? Oh, no, this?

No, nothing. It's a scratch.

Scratch gets infected.

Swells up.

Next you know...

One-armed man.

Thank you.

Here.

Medicine.

Oh, sh*t.

You make this stuff here? It's nasty.

Yeah, first drink bad.

Second drink better.

Cheers. Cheers.

Local police are taking two white females to a Myanmar prison.

Seriously, Bravos Three and Four?

Are you sure?

Chetri is looking into it now.

She'll provide you with the prison grid reference.

If you can make it there, it would be much appreciated.

Married.

20 years.

20 years? Congratulations.

You know, I met my wife in a bar on a Friday night.

Mm-hmm? It was happy hour.

We got married like a... like a week and a half later.

I have the prison coordinates for you.

Ready? Give it to me.

98.9, 17.4.

What if I can't extract them?

They've got the intel with the nuke location.

You worry about Bravos Three and Four.

I have a contingency.

Someone who might know where the devices are.

Going to meet them now.

I was pretty much deployed straightaway, so...

You miss her?

Copy that, we'll find wheels and get moving.

Oh, f*ck me.

Boss, we might have a situation.

Yeah, of course I miss her.

I miss the guy I should have been.

Hands where I can see them.

The hell are you doing? They're with Zaza.

Mac, put the w*apon down. They're good people, trust me.

Put your hands down.

Really? Yeah.

Skull mask in there and a submachine g*n.

You, go in hut to hut rounding up everyone in this village.

Mac, put the f*cking w*apon down, now.

The f*ck are you playing at?

Please, please. We mean no harm.

Last time, mate, hands where I can see them.

And you, get that f*cking w*apon down before I make you.

Task Force 18. That's what you wanted, right?

It was a spec-ops unit in Iraq.

Got hit by an IED.

Tracked the bad guys back to a local village, sh**ting anyone that got in their way.

And I mean f*cking anyone.

Wyatt, I mean it.

It ended up just like this, man.

Me with a w*apon pointed on my best buddy.

Only that time, I pulled the f*cking trigger.

So, please.

Better be right.

I am.

All right.

Yes.

And no. Zaza has been good to us.

I'm sure he has.

Son of a bitch.

Move!

Inside!

Move!

Contact left!

"Trust him," he says! "They're good people!"

Not now, Mac!

f*ck.

Vehicle, far end!

You make a run for it, I'll hold them off.

Go! No, no, no!

You don't get to screw up and then act the hero!

I'm very f*cking far from being a hero, Mac!

All right, we agree on something, then!

Oh, cute! Very cute!

f*ck, I'm out!

Here!

Nice knowing you.

Suppressive fire, I'll secure the vehicle.

On three!

Three!

Mac, wait! What?

Yes, Dagon reached for his w*apon!

But I didn't give him much of a choice.

Okay, back on the clock! Ready?

Yeah, move!

f*ck.

f*ck!

Moving!

Come on.

How you doing, Mac?

Wyatt, let's go!

f*ck!

Ah!

sh*t!

Wyatt!

You okay?

Yeah? Let's go, move!

Go!

"Good f*cking people"?

d*ck.

Good afternoon.

Are you in charge?

Listen, we need to speak to the person in charge.

Are... are you the boss? The boss?

Where is your boss?

Hey, hey!

Grab my phone, grab my money, grab my ass.

Whatever you like.

We are peace workers! Western aid!

Do you really want to start an international incident?

Aww, go f*ck yourself.

f*ck!

Yo, blondie!

Quit shoving!

I told you, we're peace workers!

Welcome to the neighborhood, ladies.

f*ck you!

I believe I have the soldiers you're looking for.

I will come for them.

What do you think happens if word gets out that I handed over British m*llitary to a drug w*rlord?

The army will strip me of everything I have.

But prisons can be dangerous.

People meet with accidents.

If you can, make sure it hurts.

What exactly was the point of that?

With the guard. Fighting him.

We gotta get the cloning device back.

The missing locale?

No, that is not what you were doing.

Meaning?

Zarkova, you got something to say...

You were told the mission was done, but you stuck in with Zaza.

The device hadn't finished leaching his data.

Yes, but the order had been given.

And with Laoshu, you went after him despite being told to stand down.

Someone had to. Yes, but it was you.

Every time, it is you.

Gracie?

I don't know.

f*ck you.

You ever see those people?

They go to bars, have a few drinks, start noising folk up.

And before you know it, they're in a fight.

Smashing up the place, getting their head kicked in.

And then they get up the next night and do it all over again.

You're trying to get yourself k*lled.

No.

I'm trying to remember to stay alive.

Sometimes I feel like

I don't deserve to still be here.

It's like I keep hoping that someone will come and put me down.

But I keep getting back up.

Oh, yeah, here he comes.

I knew you'd miss me.

Cheers.

Son of a bitch.

Oh.

New friends.

So, what's the deal, ladies?

Prison yard fight.

Very sad death.

Me and my girls walk free.

And I've got a bridge to sell you.

What?

I don't understand this either.

You've never heard... it means she's naive.

We're British m*llitary.

You take us down, you really think the warden's gonna let you out?

Too much risk of talking.

Don't you do it!

If you cut her, you'll die next.

If you want out, I've got a way.

Let her go.

Let her go.

Grab the keys.

sh*t.

Are you sure this is the way to the warden's office?

Yeah.

Go. I'll hold them off. No.

We need that intel! Get out of here!

Give back what you took from us.

I won't tell you again.

Cut off her fingers.

Zaza wanted your personal effects destroyed.

We need to wipe all trace of you away.

You have no idea what we went through for this.

Zarkova. We're good?

No.

They destroyed the intel.

What? More guards are coming.

Do me a favor. Keep the guards busy.

We got family in here. We can't leave them behind.

I hope you make it.

Hey, blondie.

If I do, and you ever want to get a drink sometime...

Darling, I'm on the Russian Intelligence hit list.

Eh, I'm not fussy.

Good luck.

Lock it.

sh*t. It's a dead end.

There'll be a way out.

Contact!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the f*ck are you doing?

I almost sh*t you!

We came to the rescue!

We don't need rescuing.

f*cking hell, kid, you could at least say hello.

Hello. Stand back.

sh*t.

We've got a fistful of riot guards up our ass! Move!

That sounds like fun, but a little aggressive!

Intel? Destroyed.

Boss said there might be another way to find the nukes.

Bloody hope so.

Got wheels? 'Course I got wheels.

How do you think we got here?

We flew. Smartass.

Hurry. I'm driving.

You're sure?

90%.

95.

You'd bloody better be.

Yes, I'm sure it's her.

Out.

Xander.

Going somewhere nice?

I'm going to the airport to try and outrun this sh*t-storm you've whipped up.

Is that necessary?

Chetri ran a DRT box on all cell phone signals.

Traced a message from you to Zaza just before my soldier was made.

I told you he was off-limits.

You're working with him.

Only so I can control him.

Vehicle closing in west.

And I think you may have lost control.

Move.

Tangos approaching north and south.

Need to move inside.

Tangos right outside.

They're checking doors.

Need to find an alternate exit.

Copy.

So do you want to tell me about you and Zaza?

I used the DEA slush funds...

To back Zaza's takeover of the Punchan Cartel.

But I got so much information in return about the rival gangs and all the deals going down.

That means head office think I'm a f*cking superstar.

He's my ticket out of here, Xander.

Jesus Christ, Lauren, do you know where these suitcase nukes are?

It's the east compound.

Deep in the jungle by the river.

Ten miles hard south of Singsha Town.

Zero, package to location.

Zaza's riverside compound.

Ten miles south of Singsha.

Get me a fix on it.

Copy.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

But this is work.

Huh.

I've lost the feed, Commander.

Come in? Come in?

Zero, come in.

Zero, come in.

I'm sorry, I've never fired on anyone before.

Terrible sh*t.

Great distraction.

This way, Bravo inbound.

You shouldn't have come for me.

You needed support.

I am not worth dying for!

Need a lift, boss?

Get in!

Let's go.

Mrs. Gillespie, I appreciate the directions, but I'm afraid I need you to take me all the way to Zaza himself.

Please.

Think he's gonna welcome you with open arms?

He'll k*ll you.

We'll see.

Best route to the compound is via the river.

Once we hit land, though, we'll be up against m*llitary-grade defenses.

"We"?

Are you going in with us?

Biggest drug cartel in the region.

You'll need help.

Attagirl.

Boss, you got a second?

Agent Gillespie.

She asked me to take out Dagon, Zaza's number two.

Said it was DEA stuff.

And you didn't think to tell me?

Sergeant Wyatt, if there's something you'd like to add?

Sir... He hesitated on Dagon.

As a result, almost got himself sh*t.

Almost screwed the op.

He's just feeling sorry for himself

'cause she messed with his head.

Is that how it went down?

Yes, sir.

Gillespie was a shortcut.

I should have learned my lesson.

Sir.

One final thing.

If we can't extract these devices, we need to destroy them.

We can't risk them getting out into the world.

And if that means we don't make it out...

As a last resort.

Hey, he's with me.

He's with me.

You think British m*llitary are bad?

Just wait until they find out what you've got.

You'll have the Americans, the Chinese, the Russians.

And they won't want to make a deal.

They'll rip them from your hands.

But you will pay me what I'm asking?

Mm, you have stolen from me, but I'm a realist.

This is the simplest way to get them back.

All I need is a satellite phone and a secure line.

Why should I believe you?

The DEA says she will protect me, but she brings soldiers into my world.

Al Shabaab send me a weapons broker but that broker was a lie.

I told you not to go too far, but you got greedy.

I'm not asking for your trust.

I am simply asking for the details of your bank account.

Or I could cut your throat.

Would you like me to show you?

Or shall we make a deal?

Get this man a phone.

On my mark.

Three... two... one.

Move!

This is not my doing!

Weapons down!

Suppressing! Open smoke!

Sergeant Wyatt.

Pavel, what the hell are you doing here?

Trying to finish Katrina's job for her so she can come home alive.

Quick, down.

I also know where the nukes are.

We got Pavel in the area!

Says he knows where the nukes are.

Solid copy, mate. Get on them.

It's me! Gillespie.

Clear left.

Clear right.

Mac, help me up.

You compromised Wyatt, betrayed Novin.

Come on.

Oh, God!

Oh, sh*t.

On second thought, get me some more a*mo there, soldier.

Get out of here.

"Kissing a snake" might have been a bit harsh.

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck.

f*ck you.

Contact!

Corporal!

Drop it.

All this g*nf*re.

All this noise for what?

We want the suitcase nukes.

Clearly. But what do I get?

You get to live.

You make that sound like a prize.

Take them.

Just like that? Bollocks.

What have they brought me?

Pain, misery, and death.

I have the key for the truck.

Well, throw 'em, then.

Children throw.

I will hand them over, as befits a man.

Not buying it.

Your choice.

Going in.

f*ck!

I got the nukes!

Mission priority, move them out.

Moving!

Suppressing fire. Copy that.

Come on.

Come on, let's go!

Pavel.

We gotta leave him. Mission comes first.

I know.

f*ck it. Go, go!

Covering!

He's in, move!

Let's go!

Come on, Mac! Get up!

It's gonna blow!

Zero, we have the package! Moving out!

Copy, meet at the RV point.

All Bravos fall back.

Copy.

And that is how you do an exfil!

Hey, you're right, Pav.

You just stay frosty.

Sergeant Wyatt, you did not need to help me.

You are a good man.

I don't know about that, but, uh...

I'm trying.

I suppose I was counting on it.

f*ck!

Pavel, no!

Pavel, no! No!

Katrina. Katrina!

f*ck.

Mac, it's me.

Listen, I'm at grid reference, uh...

22.79...

96.62.

It was f*cking Pavel.

Pavel's got the nukes.

Zarkova might be in on it too. I don't know.

f*ck.

♪ And there is a silence ♪ Hello?

Hey, honey.

Sam, is that you?

Yeah, it's me.

Did you seriously just "hey, honey" me after three f*cking years?

Yeah, I'm an assh*le.

You are an assh*le.

But you don't sound so good.

Yeah, I'm in a little bit of a... situation, here.

Uh... listen, I don't think I'm gonna make it back home this time.

Maddie, I'm gonna run out of battery, okay?

So... so just please listen.

I wanted to call before now, and I wanted to tell you why I had to stay away for so long.

I just didn't know where the hell to start.

Sam, you were a shitty guy with a shitty job, but I still loved you.

I'll sign the divorce papers, I will.

I... I was gonna, I promise.

You're too late. I already got an annulment.

But thanks for the grand gesture.

I guess.

Uh, okay.

Um... well... well, good for you.

Maddie, I just wanted you to know that you gave me so much love, and I just didn't know what to do with it.

I just... I just wanted you to know I'm sorry, okay?

I'm just...

I'm just so f*cking sorry.

Sam...

Sam?

Sam, are you there?

Wyatt?

Wyatt? It's okay, mate.

Medic!

Get on your knees.

Put your hands on your f*cking head.

Get on your knees.

When I heard you were on the team they were sending, I almost didn't go through with it.

I was willing to disobey orders... everything I've worked for... just for you.

Shut the f*ck up.

When this call ends, you are going to tell me everything about this operation.

No, when this call ends, you will salute me, and then you will call me "sir."

Katrina...