I have your daughter. Do as I say or she's dead.
You want me to bomb my own Embassy?
Working on being Father Of The Year in about 16 hours.
Something lands in Bangkok.
The man I deal with is called Lee.
He's Office 39.
Office 39 are pretty much the most ruthless covert
organisation on the planet.
They do anything that generates hard currency for the North Korean
nuclear missile programme.
Li-Na will save everything.
She's at the hospital with Foster and May.
My name has never been May.
Duty...
Compassion.
The conflict between these two obligations
defines a Yakuza.
It defines any warrior.
Our crystal meth was destroyed by Section 20,
but the deal that I have with Shiro will be fulfilled.
Another shipment will be here within 48 hours.
There will be no deal.
My son is young and foolish.
He overstepped his authority by agreeing.
What you are asking from us is wrong,
empty of honor.
As the Kumicho of the syndicate,
I cannot agree to it.
Our business here is concluded.
Aah!
(blood spurts)
Now, you are Kumicho.
Not if the council learn of my betrayal.
Deliver what you promised,
and your syndicate will become the most powerful in Southeast Asia.
Tell your people Section 20 did this,
and that your father's death needs to be avenged.
♪ ♪
♪ I can't see where you comin' from ♪
♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ To call home ♪
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How quickly can we get the results?
I should have something later today.
I'm sorry. What are you doing? You can't go in there!
My husband's body is to be flown back to the U.K.
- Mei. - Philip.
I tried to contact you. I'm sorry, this was my call.
You don't think Robin died as a result of his injuries?
Nothing certain, but the autopsy should give us some answers.
Mei, the Foreign Office have signed off on this,
but I would like your permission.
Whatever you think is necessary.
And Lawan?
She's being dealt with.
Michael: Tell us about Lee Dae-ho.
I... I don't know who that is.
(over speaker) You're an agent...
for Office 39.
We believe the embassy bombing
was a prelude to what they have planned.
Yeah. Lee Dae-ho,
North Korean agent.
And we've got some CCTV footage there
near the Office 39 building.
You're working for Lee.
No.
But you obviously met with him.
I meet a lot of people,
but I had no idea who he was.
Bullshit. He was a terrorist drug dealer.
- Talk to us, Lawan! - Hey, Scott.
Lawan...
Maybe you got too deeply involved in something,
maybe you found out things you weren't supposed to...
but if you don't start being honest with us...
If I talk...
you'll protect me?
If you tell us the truth, yes.
I fed Office 39 information.
Scott: About what?
The Fosters. You. Everything.
Why help the North Koreans?
They're my people.
Michael: Then you know what they have planned.
All I know is Foster was supposed to die in the attack, and when he didn't...
Lee instructed me to kill him.
I don't ask questions, only follow orders.
Boss?
Well, she hardly blinked when we tied her to Lee,
but to fold just like that?
Admit everything?
Why?
Hmm?
(dialing phone)
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
Locke: Mei.
Mei: Philip.
Lawan confessed.
My god. To everything?
Look, I wouldn't normally ask this, but...
You want me to come over?
It might help verify some of what she's saying.
I'll send a car.
All right.
♪ ♪
(man speaking Japanese)
(speaks Japanese)
Hai.
I think you and Finn are gonna get on like a house on fire.
You do?
Well, I hope so.
What is it?
Sounds kinda crazy,
but, uh...
I always felt like I wanted to go home.
Now home's coming to you.
Yeah.
Come here.
♪ ♪
You feel like home to me.
When all this is done,
I'm gonna take you for some dinner,
- dancing... - (laughing)
What?
- Dancing? - Yeah.
I've seen you dance.
(laughs)
Yeah.
Just spend some time with your son, okay?
That's what's important now.
Why is Lawan trying to focus all our attention on her?
Okay, try this one out.
What if there was another North Korean agent in the embassy?
What if Robin was murdered to stop him helping us find out who that agent is?
Ask her how she killed him.
Martinez?
Yeah, Pathology.
It's urgent.
Finn?
Damien?
(shouting in Thai)
Yeah, yeah. You'll get your money, stop fussing.
Whatever.
Pathologist on phone: Colonel Locke?
Yeah, go ahead.
I only have preliminary results from the toxicology report,
but our suspicions were correct.
There are traces of potassium chloride in the bloodstream.
So, that's what brought on a heart attack.
Somebody got to him.
And the delivery system?
Injection?
Pathologist: It's possible, yes.
Mm-hmm. When?
Pathologist: Given the high level of traces,
the ambassador would have gone into cardiac arrest within minutes.
Robin Foster was poisoned...
after we'd taken Lawan into custody.
And the only person that was with him...
was his wife.
How did you know I was gonna be there?
Your mom told me.
Ugh.
She called,
said you had some trouble,
flew out here to find me.
She's pretty pissed at you, by the way.
But don't worry, I got ways of dealing with that.
♪ ♪
(Akiyama speaking Japanese)
(continues speaking)
I know this is weird for both of us, all right?
And, look...
I don't know what your mom told you about what happened between us...
She got pregnant, you walked out.
That about cover it?
Yeah.
Finn, put your seat belt on.
Put your seat belt on.
Put your fucking seat belt on. Jeez.
Now!
Hold on!
(knocking)
I'll deal with it.
(gunfire)
Garland!
Shit!
Mikey, it's me. I'm in the car with Finn.
I got some heat on me.
Fuck!
Whoa, what the fuck is that?
- Put your head down. - What? Damien, what the fuck!?
Put your head down!
Window!
Martinez, Michael, talk to me!
I'm good, but Lawan's down!
I'm here! Garland's hit!
Grenade!
Fuck!
(shouting in Japanese)
(shouts in Japanese)
Shit! I've got a fucking runner here!
Chase him down, Michael.
Stay down!
Stay down.
Shit! We gotta get out of here!
Get out of that belt.
(shouting in Japanese)
Oh, god, fuck. There you go, buddy.
Oh fuck! (mutters)
_
Come on, keep moving. We gotta move, Finn. Keep moving!
Hands!
Show me your hands!
Fuck you!
Gaijin, you kill my Kumicho!
Give me your phone. Your phone.
I wanna see who you're talking to. Give me your phone.
Give me your phone!
The pin has the surname "Takagi" written on it.
- Michael: Coming in. Clear? - Yeah, good.
These guys are probably from the Yakuza syndicate based in Kyushu,
one of the most powerful in Japan.
They're in bed with Office 39.
They think we killed their boss.
Mike, I'm so sorry.
Shit. Scott.
Scott on phone: Mikey, it's me. I'm in the car with Finn.
I got some heat on me.
They hit Scott.
(gunfire)
Scott: Fuck!
Finn: Whoa, what the fuck is that?
- Scott: Put your head down! - Damien, what the fuck?
Scott: Put your head down!
(gunfire)
- Go and find him. - Yeah, roger that.
- Martinez? - Yeah?
We'll pick up Mei.
Okay, the last signal from Scott's phone, 15 klicks west of here.
All right, let's go.
We've come to see Mei.
I'm sorry, sir.
Mrs. Foster is not expecting visitors today.
Of course she isn't.
Ton, it's okay. They can come in.
Is she in there?
Mei, she's upstairs. She's got a headache.
Is everything all right?
I want you to pack a bag and get ready to leave, do you understand?
No, what's going on?
You do as I say.
Chloe, you're gonna have to trust me, okay?
It says he's here!
Fuck!
No. Michael.
Shit.
Michael.
Okay, come on.
I didn't expect to see you here in person.
I'm sure you didn't.
So, was killing him always part of the plan?
Killing who?
What are you saying?
No, don't.
Don't!
It's over, Mei.
You're scaring me.
Why are you saying this?
Because I know you killed him.
And all those years,
he thought you loved him.
Please.
I don't know what you're talking about.
No, do not come any closer.
I know what you are.
You have no idea.
What's going on?
Mei, what are you doing?
She'll be dead before you reach it.
Please, Mei.
Please.
Not Chloe.
- Mei! - No!
Save her, or take me. Your choice.
It's okay. She didn't do it.
Come here.
Richmond: No bodies.
No visible sign of injuries.
Yeah, boss.
Yeah, it's us.
We found Scott's jeep.
And Scott?
No, he's not here.
Permission to go look for him.
No, I need you back here.
Mei is behind everything...
and she's on the run.
Yeah, roger that.
He wants us back.
It can wait. We need to find Scott.
What if the Yakuza took him?
Well, then Mei is our best chance of getting him back.
Let's go.
Come on.
Locke: Well, at least now the enemy has a face.
Whatever her name is,
she enrolled at Cambridge University at the age of 18 as a Japanese national.
And before that,
absolutely nothing,
so she must have been part of the espionage program.
Stripped of their identity and trained to speak, dress, think,
and live in the skin of another.
She's not a terrorist. She is a highly-motivated operative
with a mission she has shown incredible dedication to.
Unless we know what that mission is,
and why she's dealing with the Yakuza,
we'll be one step behind her and her masters from North Korea.
She used the Yakuza to get to us.
Let's use them to get to her.
Agreed.
So, what do we know?
Well, according to the Yakuza website,
their Kumicho Takagi was found dead this morning.
Their website?
Think PricewaterhouseCooper, but with AKs and their own fan magazine.
So, if their Kumicho's dead, who's stepping up to the plate?
Shiro.
He's been running the Thai organization for the last five years.
He's Takagi's son and, if the council approve,
his successor.
(shouting)
You failed.
Locke is still alive, and while you play at fighting here...
We inflicted heavy casualties on them,
bought ourselves the time we need.
The exchange has to be brought forward.
I've spoken to my people, and the drugs will be here tomorrow.
If you can't deliver what I need...
Tomorrow.
_
- Colonel? - Yeah?
I've got something.
Members of the syndicate council arriving in Krabi a couple of hours ago.
Shiro and the syndicate have offices there.
This guy greeting them is Akiyama,
Shiro's right-hand man, the underboss for the Thai operation.
On the right is Ito, the company accountant.
He'll meet with the council to go over the books.
We find Shiro, we find Mei.
We got a plane to catch.
Are they still after us?
Yeah.
Probably.
Gotta find a phone, dude.
Gotta get on to my team.
Why are they trying to kill you?
I don't know.
Probably because of my job.
'Cause you're an IT consultant?
Nah.
That what your mom told you?
I'm in IT?
I'm a soldier, Finn.
Seriously?
Yeah.
I am.
Former U.S. military.
Sergeant Damien Scott.
Special Forces. Delta.
CIA.
Now I'm working with British Intelligence.
You think I'm gonna believe that?
I mean, do I look stupid?
No. You don't.
So, what do you think I do for a living, kid?
Come on.
You're in Bangkok on business,
you got a fucking 9-mil in the glove compartment,
and you got gangsters trying to kill you.
It's obvious, man.
What?
You're a drug dealer.
(laughs)
You know, you're barking up the wrong tree, kid.
Huh?
Finn: You said we gotta move, we should move.
Doesn't mean we gotta talk.
_
Zero, target in play.
_
He's going inside.
(people chattering)
Ah, gentlemen.
(speaks Japanese)
Konichiwa.
(American accent) I want to thank you for your time.
Please.
Our mutual friend speaks highly of you.
Well, I'm grateful he could put us in touch.
It is an honor to be here.
So, when do we get to see your boss?
Mr. Shiro does not take these kind of meetings.
You'll deal with me.
I deal with organ grinders,
not monkeys.
Then perhaps there will be no dealings at all.
Smugglers are common.
Easy to find.
Not like us, they're not.
I want to apologize for my friend.
He's British.
But he does got a point.
Now, you know our reputation,
what we can offer your organization here.
Real expansion.
Shifting your meth into American markets and beyond.
Brit: Look, it's simple.
Our guns come east,
your meth goes west.
American: This is a multi-million dollar deal.
Respect goes both ways.
You ever apologize for me again, and I'll cut your bollocks off, mate.
You think they're buying a car?
I think they're somebody else's problem right now.
I don't know, baby, I think it's a good deal.
Let's check the interior.
(car alarm sounds)
Hey, guys, something's wrong here, I don't know what happened.
Yes, sir, can I help you?
Yeah, it's weird, I just opened the door, and it just...
I don't know.
♪ ♪
Afternoon.
Richmond, on my left.
Oi!
Stay down!
Come here. Do I have your fucking attention, mate? Huh?
Do you know who I am? Because I know who you are.
Fuck you!
Hey! I know that you work for Mei Foster.
And I know she ordered a hit on us.
Now, I'm gonna ask you a very simple question,
and you're gonna answer me.
Where is she?
Fuck you!
Aah!
If you don't answer this question,
I will burn your fucking world to the ground!
(screaming)
Contact!
Fuck!
You got that, Richmond?
Yeah!
Look in my eyes, huh?
This is your last chance. I'm not fucking about here.
Where is Mei Foster?
Aah!
We gotta move.
The... The island.
Good.
Richmond, stay down.
Come on, now!
Move now!
Let's go! Move! Move!
(Akiyama speaks Japanese)
_
(shouting in Japanese)
Fuck.
Hide. Get under that water.
Get under!
(man shouts)
Good. Good.
Stay down.
Go. Go, go, go.
Richmond: Well, a lot of it's accounts for their legitimate businesses
and the Kokura foundation.
Which is?
It's a charity set up by Shiro's father.
Aid to developing countries, disaster relief.
Wait, I have a trust fund in Shiro's name...
used to purchase properties in Thailand...
Four in Bangkok, and one on a private island off the coast here.
Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner.
Good job.
We know Shiro's there.
Mei will be alongside.
This is for Damien.
We take her down.
Mei: The council are old men,
all that lies between you and what's rightfully yours.
He belittled you,
undermined you.
Didn't want to be eclipsed by his son.
Sometimes, we must act decisively
to break free from the past.
To find our future.
The arrangements have been made.
You will get what you want.
_
Any heavy contact, we pull back to the RV, understood?
Roger that.
- (gunshots) - (men grunt)
_
- Moving? - Move.
_
- (speaks Japanese) - (lighter clinking)
Relax.
(Shiro speaking)
_
It's Ito, the accountant.
I've got him.
_
(screams)
Get up.
You're gonna tell me what the syndicate have that the North Koreans want so badly,
or your days as a Yakuza salaryman are over.
I just look after paperwork.
What does the paperwork say?
Door locked.
Shit. Contact.
(distant gunfire)
Richmond, move, move, move.
Coming to you, boss.
(Shiro speaks) Hai.
_
(all speaking Japanese)
I have the intel.
Bravo one, we have the intel.
Exfil now.
Hey, sit down.
Don't you think you should check that out?
Let's get out of here. This thing's fucked.
Bravo one, we're heading back to secure the exfil.
Michael: Yeah, roger that.
Going left.
Come on, Shiro, where are you?
(gunfire)
- (gunfire) - (men shouting in Japanese)
Zero, I have Shiro here.
Fuck.
Bravo one, we're at the RV point, and we're taking fire.
You come to us.
Roger that!
(man shouting in Japanese)
Kim, Kim, listen to me!
I want you to move on my call.
Move!
Moving.
Fuck!
Shit! Shit!
I've lost Shiro!
Bravo one, are you inbound?
No, that's a negative! I'm cut off!
Hold your position, Michael. We're coming back for you.
Negative. I'll find another exfil.
Locke: Okay, move out!
Moving!
Shit!
(speaking Japanese)
Fuck!
And fuck you, Damien!
Ah, shit, buddy.
I hope you're having better luck than I am.
Finn: World didn't stop just 'cause you left.
Mom found someone else.
Brought me up like his own.
He's a good guy.
Quiet.
What? Hey, wait a minute.
Quiet.
You're the one that walked out on us. All right.
Do you have any idea how much of a mess Mom was, huh?
Just how much you fucked her life up...
Come on. Go up there.
No, no, no, come here. Get in there.
Stay down.
All right, stay there. Be back in a second.
Oh fuck.
Locke: Bravo one, send sit rep, over.
Bravo one, send sit rep, over.
Where are you, Michael?
Here it is.
The company the accountant mentioned.
Shit.
What?
The Yakuza shipment for Mei is vanadium.
Used in missile technology.
And the last component Office 39 need.
And if we don't stop it,
we'll be facing a rogue state with a million-man army
able to launch a nuclear strike at Europe and the U.S.
at a moment's notice.
We need the team back together.
Where are you, boys?
Where are you?
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