Cool Runner, are you set? Repeat. Are you set?
Okay, this is Cool Runner.
We have eyes on. Eyes on. Do you copy, Red Card?
- Copy that. - [Todd on radio] Night Hawk.
Are you in position? Night Hawk?
- [Zac] Oh, is that me? - Yes.
- Oh. Sorry, Todd. - [Todd] It's not Todd.
Oh. I mean Cool Kite.
- Cool Runner. - [Zac] Should I write this down?
- How's it looking, Jilted Fox? - What did you just call me?
Er. Jilted... Your code name.
- Since when? - Oh, since... I don't know...
- They were issued last... - [Maddie] Is that a reference to Hamish?
- No. No, not Hamish. Shh. - [Zac] Who's Hamish, Todd?
- Because I'm writing this down. - We're using code names, Zac.
- You mean Night Hawk. - Yeah, whoever.
- And what's Hamish's code name? - Hold it, guys, looks like we've got action.
Yep. Papa Bear is in the house.
[Zac] Right. And is Papa Bear...
[Todd and Veronica] Yes, Chemenyenko.
Anyway, total radio silence now.
[can opening over radio] Who was that?
- Night Hawk's thirsty. - Put it down.
- So, you come alone? - As instructed.
[can crumpling and clattering over radio]
- [Zac] It's down. - You have the information?
Everything you wish for having. The code names of every Western operative.
- What? - I've got no idea.
- I think he said "vestern oh-perative." - [Maddie] My people will be very happy.
Not so fast. I must see the money.
- It's all here. Half a million. - Excellent.
It has been a pleasure doing business with you.
Okay, listen up. Mouse has the cheese.
And is the mouse...
[Todd and Veronica] Yes. Chemenyenko.
- Well, then who's Papa Bear? - [Veronica] Jesus!
Time to double-cross the double-crosser. VJ?
Detonator is armed.
- Check. Zac? - [Zac] Explosives are in the car.
Check. Okay, let's say goodbye to diplomatic immunity.
Zac, when you said the explosives are in the car, which...
[Zac] Oh, see, that's why I think I should write things down.
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[music]
[chief] Absolutely, understood, your Excellency.
Yes. Thank you, your Excellency.
- You know who that was? - Your wife?
The Russian ambassador wanting to know why an attempt was
made to kill a member of his diplomatic staff last night.
Did you tell him the guy's a dirty, double-crossing scumbag?
- I didn't feel that was appropriate. - Plus, he did give us a lift back into town.
I thought that was very nice of Papa Bear.
Let me deal with it. We've got more important things to worry about.
- Hey, guys. - What time do you call this?
I was giving a talk at my nephew's school.
- How'd it go, Todd? - Ha! You know kids, easy to impress.
All you've gotta do is show 'em your concealed weapon and...
- [Todd] Oh, shit. - Shall I give the school a ring?
- A what? - A ring.
A rung? Yeah, whatever, would you?
- [chief] Could we get started? - Semi-automatic, silver barrel,
could be in the Early Learning Centre actually.
- Meet Carlos Ramirez. - [Maddie] Oh.
- Where have I seen that guy before? - Dancing With the Stars?
He's one of the most wanted men in the world. Take a look.
Extortion, drugs, prostitution...
- Quite a rap sheet. - [chief] They're his hobbies.
But it appears our friend Ramirez has now moved
into a more disturbing line of work.
- Sports science? - Arms dealing.
- [Todd] Ah. - He's one of the most successful
suppliers of illegal guns and ammunition in the world.
- Where was this shot taken? - [chief] Small Business Awards.
We just picked up some chatter that Ramirez
has recently acquired a shipment of SAMs.
- Oh, my God! - You know what SAMs are?
[stammers] Yes. The, uh, the SAMs. Super Attacking Military...
- Surface-to-air missiles. - I was using a code name.
- Should I write this down? - You can only imagine
what would happen if those weapons fell into the wrong hands.
Yeah...
[music]
[ducks quacking]
We believe Ramirez is holed up in Myanmar.
- Where? - [chief] Burma.
You'll need to pose as buyers.
What you can't buy, you're gonna have to take.
Why us? Can't the Burmese authorities handle it?
We don't have time to work through proper diplomatic channels.
- I need a team that's fast... - [Todd] Yep.
- ...flexible and disposable. - [Todd] Yep.
- [stutters] Absolute... What? - Needless to say,
this mission does not exist. You understand what that means?
- No cab charges? - It's a black op.
- Exactly. - [Zac] The cab or the black?
Both. I'll need you to be wheels up in six hours.
- I've got Pilates. - Let's move!
So Ramirez, where is he now, Kwong?
[Kwong] We've tracked him to this jungle compound in
Na Chiang Province, Burma. Looks like he's set up shop there.
- Any chance he could be bluffing? - Unfortunately not. Take a look.
- [Maddie] Where was that taken? - [Todd] Let me guess. German air show?
UN drug eradication plane. Brought down over the Golden Triangle.
Take a look at the fuselage.
- Stingers? - Exactly.
That's why the chief needs you to fly over there.
- On that? - As if.
- No. - [laughs] It's got a hole in it.
Ramirez already has plenty of buyers sniffing around and he's chasing more.
Take a listen to this call we recently intercepted.
[Maddie on recording] Hamish. It's me, Maddie.
- When you said we need some time... - Oh, sorry, wrong intercept.
- That's a private conversation! - Oh, now I get the "jilted" bit.
- Can we move on? - But why "fox"?
- [Ramirez] It's Ramirez. Can we talk? - [man] But of course.
[Ramirez] I have some merchandise that you might be interested in.
[man chuckles] Merchandise? Yes.
[man] I look forward to helping you unleash the flames of Armageddon!
[automated voice] Please stay on the line for a short customer survey.
- Armageddon? - Is that a code name?
We've got to stop this madman.
Maddie, there's only one thing the Ramirezes of this world understand
and that's the pointy end of a... Oh, shit.
- Any word yet? - [Sophie] They found it.
It was in the sand pit.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[Maddie] Black Eagle is approaching point zero.
[Zac] Hang on, I'm writing this down. So we're Black Eagle?
- [Todd] Go! Go! Go! Go! - [Veronica] I haven't finished the movie!
Go!
I still don't see why they couldn't have dropped us closer?
- We can't afford to tip Ramirez off. - Then some sort of courtesy bus!
- How much further? This pack weighs a ton. - Are you wearing heels?
- Wedges. I'm exhausted. - You need to get fit.
- I work out. - Pilates.
- Yeah. - How can lying on a mat be considered a workout?
- It's core strength. - It's a nap.
[tiger growling] Oh, my God! Tiger!
- [Zac] Tiger? Is that a code name? - [Veronica] Shh!
Oh, code name is "Shh."
- Is that with three S's? - Nobody move.
[growling]
Nice and calm. I'm just gonna reach for my...
- shit. - Where's your gun?
- Ugh, must've left it on the chopper. - Brilliant!
[growls]
What are we going to do?
[Zac urinating]
- [Todd] Yeah. Zac, probably not the time. - Good thinking!
- He's taking a leak. - He's marking our territory.
[sniffs and growls]
- [Todd] Well done, Zac. - [Maddie] Come on, let's get moving.
- [Todd] Zac! - Almost.
[urine trickling] Nearly.
[trickling continues]
Hang on.
[trickling continues]
Just a bit more.
- How is that? - Good.
- And that? - Fine.
- And that? - Same, you're just lowering your voice.
Mr Ramirez, perimeter is secured.
- And the merchandise? - As you've requested.
Safely stored in the basement.
- Excellent. That will be all. - Very well, sir.
When I say that will be all, I mean go.
- Me? - Who else would I be talking to?
You could have been talking to her.
Why would... I was talking to you. Now go!
- Now? Where? - [Ramirez] Yes!
- I don't know. Anywhere. - [man] Okay.
- I'll stand in the corner. - No!
- Outside. - Okay. Okay.
- For how long? - An indeterminate period. Go!
Can we get on with this? [typing]
Sorry. Just had to deal with a situation.
- How is Hamish? - Fine.
- You still jilted? - Looks like the place.
The Ramirez-es? How can you be sure?
Razor wire. Armed guards. What else could it be?
- A childcare centre? - Man sure does not want company.
We have to figure out a way of getting in.
Any chance we could take him out from here?
At this distance, you'd have to be one hell of a shooter.
Yeah... one hell of a shooter.
Okay, this is our one chance
to take out the most wanted woman in Libya.
Good luck, soldier.
[Todd] Okay, wind, two clicks from the northeast...
Ooh...
[gunshot] [camel screeching]
Oh, my God! You just shot a camel!
Hate to tell you this, guys,
- but check it out. - [Todd] Hostiles.
- [Maddie] Kids. - Hostile kids.
No. Those guards are kids. He's using child soldiers.
- You're right. - We've got a problem.
- Yeah, small targets. - We're not gonna shoot the kids.
- Well, not from this distance. - They're just children!
Heavily armed, hostile children. Is that my gun?
Okay, if we can't pierce the system, then we'll have to go in soft.
- You mean... - Exactly.
- Exactly what? - Through the front door.
- What? - Undercover.
- [all] Ah! - What does that mean?
Well don't "ah" if you don't know what it means.
- Sorry. - But we'll need a plan.
I've got it! I pose as his wife, phone, and say that I need...
- He's not married. - I've got a better plan.
- Maddie and me go in undercover. - That was my plan.
- There's more! We pose as buyers. - Got it.
Say we're in the market for some military hardware.
- Got it. - Those SAM-y things.
Maddie sleeps with Ramirez and finds out where the weapons are hidden.
- Maddie, you didn't say "got it." - I'm not sleeping with anyone.
We know that, you got jilted.
Can we leave my personal life out of this, please?
Okay, just some level of seduction. Come on, let's roll!
[indistinct commentary on TV]
- Señor Ramirez, you have visitors. - Good afternoon.
- Well? - He's got a holster, but no gun.
- Again? - The kid wouldn't give it back.
- And the girl? - What about her?
- Any weapon? - Oh, sorry, I was just having a feel.
- All clear, sir. - So to what do I owe this pleasure?
Er, my name is Amber Moss. This is my associate, Mr Bennett.
We are businesspeople.
- What sort of businesspeople? - We trade in a range of goods,
and we believe you have come into possession of some
merchandise that might be of interest to us.
Perhaps I have, perhaps I have not.
[speaking Portuguese]
So, Mr Bennett...
- Who? - [whispers] You!
Oh, yes, me, Mr... Bennett.
What is it that you and your beautiful partner are seeking?
- Miss Morris? - Moss.
- A mutual friend.
- He calls himself... SAM. - As in, the missiles.
- I think he gets it. - Yeah, it might be a little oblique.
- SAM, you say? - [Todd] Don't think he's got it.
She's referring to surface-to-air missiles.
- I got it. - Just so we're all on the same page.
- You know of him? - Perhaps.
- [Maddie] We have the money. - Hmm, down to business.
[chuckles] I like a woman who knows her own mind.
- Try telling that to Hamish. - Can we...
$500,000 now, five hundred on delivery.
But we'll need the bag back, it's part of a set.
I am curious. How did you find me?
Let's just say we have a mutual friend.
- And who might that friend be? - Well, he's not that close a friend.
You don't know his name?
- Brago Dragovic. - Who?
- Did anyone read the briefing documents? - Well, bits of it.
And how is my good friend Brago?
Still smoking those Cuban cigars?
[chuckles] You know Brago, always puffing away.
I'm sorry. You should've done your research.
Brago gave up smoking two years ago!
Yeah, but then he went onto e-cigarettes and then he lapsed...
[grunts]
Go ahead. There are dozens of others willing to take his place.
Yeah, but then you'd have to advertise, train, there's paperwork...
- We can get Brago on the phone right now. - Very well.
[mobile beeps]
It is someone called Hamish?
Oh, I'm sorry. Must've hit redial.
[Zac on mobile] Hello?
- Brago? - No, it's Zac.
- [Veronica] Stupid! - [Zac] Ow!
Uh, yes, I'm called Brago.
It is your friend Carlos.
- Do you know a Ms Moss and a Mr Bennett? - [Zac] No.
- [Veronica] Oh, my God, Zac! - [Zac] Ow! Ow, don't...
Yes, they are good friends of Brago...
- [Veronica] Jesus! - [Zac] Ow! Who is me, Brago.
- Satisfied? - [Ramirez] Very well.
It seems you are people of your word. My sincere apologies.
- So, can we see the merchandise? - Of course.
But where are my manners.
You have come a long way, you must relax. Have a drink.
Would you care for a cigar, or perhaps some female company?
- Thank you, no. - Well, hang on, let's not be rude.
Later, we do business. But for now, you are my guests.
Perhaps you would both like to freshen up?
- [chief] Any word? - [Kwong] Not yet.
I've tried their sat phone, no answer.
Could just be that they're in deep jungle.
- And they left the charger. - I'm sure they've got a spare.
Any idea what this is? Some sort of travel clothesline?
Okay, I'm gonna do a recce.
See if I can't find where he's stashed the missiles,
how many there are, and what's our best chance of extracting them.
- You? - Ah, I was just gonna watch some TV.
- Todd! - Well... or take a shower.
- He said freshen up. - I'll be back in ten.
[door closing]
Yep.
Mr Bennett?
- [Todd] Who? - May I come in?
Er, what? Sure.
- I wish to welcome you to our home. - Why, thank you.
- It is hot in here, no? - I could put the fan on.
- No. - Or open a window.
- I like it hot. - Yeah, me too. But not humid.
I like it really hot.
- Hot and sweaty. Do you? - Sure.
So hot that you're aching for relief, huh?
Ah, yeah, and when... sorry.
Is this sexual innuendo or are we actually talking about room temperature?
- I want to make love! - Yeah, 'cause you kind of threw me
with the sweaty thing... Whoa!
[Chica] Come to me! [gun cocking]
- [Chica] Is that your gun? - [Todd] Oh, there it is.
- Looking for something? - What?
[stuttering] Oh... er, no, yes... I was looking for some fresh air.
- In the basement? - I meant some dank air.
So, you and Mr Bennett, you are lovers, no?
- No, just business associates. - You are very beautiful woman.
- Actually, we're married. - Come to me.
- Okay, clearly not a deal-breaker. - Just one kiss.
Only if you tell me where the missiles are.
- In there. - Where?
- There. [grunts] - Creep.
That was... I do not know the English word for it.
- Mind- blowing? - Mucho rápido.
- You got it, babe... - Prematurato.
- Ah, that Spanish language. - Portuguese.
Language of love.
- So how long have you been Ramirez's... - Kept woman?
I was going to say sex slave, but let's go with that.
You don't know what it is like to live this life.
- With Ramirez? - He treats me like a dog.
Worse than a dog.
- A cat? - Cats are free.
- A horse? - Who mistreats horses?
Jumps trainers? Okay, let's stay with the dog.
Before meeting Ramirez, I dreamed of becoming a musician.
- Ah. You play an instrument? - No.
- Sing? - No.
- Can you keep a simple beat? - It was a dream.
- Sure. Yeah. - But now, look at what I've become.
Still a better career option than the music.
Hey, what am I thinking? I don't even know your name.
My name? My name is... [door opening]
- Todd! - What? Oh, Maddie.
It's not what it looks like.
It looks like you're in bed with a prostitute.
- Oh, then it is what it looks like. - Who are you calling a prostitute?
You. You're the prostitute.
- Should we go with sex slave? - My name is Chica.
- Chica, Maddie... - [Maddie] Amber...
Amber! Amber, Maddie, hang on... Who's Chica?
I must go now. Farewell, my homenzinho.
Farewell. [door closing]
- I was trying to get information. - What did you learn?
Her school lacked a decent careers counsellor, for a start.
- What use is that? - Well, what have you found out?
The weapons are definitely here.
In the basement, locked door, next to the stairs.
- Yeah, but apart from that... - Come on!
Would you please put something on?
- I'm wearing a gun belt. - Where's your gun?
Oh, shit. Chica! It's your homenzinho.
Hang on, we've got company.
- [Zac] Who is it? - [Veronica] Don't know.
See if you can get a shot.
- A photo! - Sorry.
[camera shutter clicking]
- Kwong, check your inbox. - Got it. Running facial recognition now.
And we've got a match. Abdullah al-Houthi.
- The Abdullah al-Houthi? - You've heard of him?
No, I just thought it sounded better with a "the."
He's a Syrian arms dealer.
- The Syrian arms dealer? - Okay, stop.
Been on international watch lists since the '70s.
Looks like our sale just became an auction.
- What? You'll have to explain that one. - It's obvious.
[Bradley] What the hell is going on?
Mr Director, it's not what it looks like.
It looks like you've deployed undercover agents in a foreign country
- without government approval! - Then it is what it looks like.
- Chief, the director wants to see you. - Yeah, he's right here, Sophie.
[Sophie] Should I tell him you're not in?
Do you realise what'll happen if something goes wrong?
Sir, I can assure you I have my best team on it.
Kwong, it's me. I've lost my gun again.
Hey, who's that with the chief?
[door opening]
Welcome to my showroom.
I believe the expression is "all stock must go."
[laughing]
- These are the stingers? - [Ramirez] Beautiful, are they not?
As they say, made in America. [laughing]
Are these guys paid to laugh?
- How do we know they'll work? - You will have to trust me.
Do you have a returns policy?
[laughing] I got one away.
- I'm afraid not. - We'll take all six.
- Not so fast, my friends. - [Todd] Then five.
- There are other interested parties. - [Todd] Four.
- Who? - I cannot divulge this information.
- [Todd] Three. - Hezbollah? ISIS?
Outlaw motorcycle gang?
Let's just say there are people such as yourself
who wish to strike back at those who would oppress them.
- It is an outlaw motorcycle gang. - How much?
- Two million, for the lot. - That's double!
That's more than double. It's twice as much!
The free market, my friend.
[laughing]
That was not even a joke!
- We'll have to make a call. - You have one hour.
[Kwong] Chief, we have an encrypted call for you.
Line two. [beeping]
Hello? Yes. [indistinct talking on phone]
Speaking. I'll just check.
Are we happy with our current electricity provider?
[Kwong] Sorry, line three. [phone beeping]
- Oh. Hello? - [Maddie] We can confirm.
- They have a dress in your wife's size. - Excellent.
- But we're going to need more buttons. - How many more?
- Twice the amount. - I'll need some time.
Negative. Fashion show starts now.
- That's a lot of buttons. - Your wife is very large.
But her waist is thin.
Now I'm lost. Are we talking about Cheryl?
- Shh! - 'Cause the chief's wife is fat.
- It's not the chief's wife. - Sorry, I meant Big Bertha.
What are your wishes?
- Close the transaction, whatever it takes. - Understood.
- So, what are we going to do? - Well, if we can't outspend them,
- we're going to have to out-think them. - Yeah.
[music]
Anything?
- Not yet. - I might have a lie down.
- Todd! - Clear my mind. See what Chica's up to.
Well, my friends?
It's a question of finances. We just need a little more time.
Ha! I'm afraid that is not possible.
- I have another buyer. - Really?
- You do not trust me? - Well, it's just...
I've been burnt before.
- One point two. - One point three. Against you, sir.
Uh, one point four?
We caught these two, sir. In the grounds.
Well, well, well. Such a pretty young thing.
- Your name? - Zac.
He's talking to me, stupid.
- No! - You know these people?
- Er, no. - Never seen them before.
Good, then you will have no problem in helping me dispose of them.
- Sorry? - To prove you are not lying,
- kill them both. - Really?
- We couldn't just lock them up? - No.
- Home detention. - No.
- Some sort of community-based order. - I'll do it. [all gasping]
I like a beautiful woman who knows her own mind.
Well? What are you waiting for?
Just as I suspected. Kill them all.
[gunshot] [hissing]
- We've got to get those stingers. - Follow me.
- There's only one here. - [Maddie] But there were six last night.
That means we're missing... uh, missing... hang on. Six minus...
- Eight! - No four!
Five. But where are they?
If I help you, would you promise to take me with you?
- Guys, we can't hold them off much longer. - Where are the other SAMs?
- Ramirez sold them, half an hour ago. - Who to?
- I do not know. - Where are they now?
These men, they have a helicopter. There is an airfield about two...
Keep going. You were saying something about an airfield?
- Todd, she's been shot. - What?
- I'm dying! - No, no, it's just a scratch.
- [Zac] Guys! - [Veronica] They're getting away.
A fairly deep scratch. Actually, you might be right.
Before you go...
- will you promise me two things? - Kind of pushed for time.
How 'bout one promise and a loose commitment?
- Promise never to forget me. - You've got it...
- Um... - Chica.
- Chica! Chica, yeah! - [Maddie] Come on!
We've gotta stop the rest of those stingers leaving the country!
[guns cocking]
[engine revving] [music]
Any chance of second gear?
Jesus, this is a heap of shit. And I'm trying to stay on the road.
[chief] Do you have the packages? Repeat, do you have the packages?
Negative, Chief. Packages yet to be secured.
- Packages yet to be secured. - Why are we saying everything twice?
- Which way? - I don't know.
- Try Google Maps. - And switch on data roaming? Are you mad?
Kwong, we need directions to the nearest airfield.
Okay, you're heading the right way.
Up ahead there's a fork in the road.
- Take the left? - Right.
- No, left.
- You said right. - I meant yes.
- We take the yes? - Left!
[Maddie] Hang on!
[engine revving] [all screaming]
[Zac] Why are we in slow motion?
Oh! That's better.
Okay. I need a damage report.
- I've chipped a nail. - Guys! The chopper!
- No. We're too late! - Oh, well.
- Bad luck. - We tried.
There must be some way we can stop them getting away.
- But it would take a missile. - That's it!
- What? - What you just said.
- Stop them? Getting away? - No. No.
- Must be? - No.
Okay, now we're down to prepositions. It? Them?
It would take a missile. We've got a missile.
- Of course! Where? Here? - Here.
- VJ. - Onto it.
- VJ. - Still going.
- It's like Ikea. - Shush. I gotta arm this thing.
They're almost out of range.
There you go, Zac. Now, there's one bit over.
- I'm not sure where it goes. I think... - Guys!
- Got a lock! - [Todd] Go for it.
[Todd] Guess you call that flight...
- [Zac and Todd] Cancelled. - [Todd] Would you let me...
[Zac] Sorry, Todd.
[women and children screaming]
Yes, yes. Understood. I'll do as you say.
- You know who that was? - Your wife.
- Big Bertha? - Director Blane.
Reminding us all that this mission never took place.
Good, 'cause the car rental people keep ringing. They're not happy.
- The main thing is, it all ended well. - We set fire to a village, Todd.
- Apart from that. - And wiped out a fragile rainforest.
- Okay! - Chica's dead.
You really are a glass-half-empty kind of girl.
- What about Ramirez? - Thanks to your work,
local authorities were able to move in and arrest him.
That's the last time the world will be troubled by Viktor Ramirez.
That checks out. All clear to exit.
Ah, the sweet smell of freedom. [chuckles]
[coughing]
[coughing intensifies]
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[Todd] Chica...