(SIRENS WAILING)
LI-NA: My country has been involved in a war for as long as I can remember.
It is not a war of guns and tanks,
of bullets and bombs,
but an economic assault on every level of our society.
Every fiscal sanction available has been leveled upon us,
hoping to bring about financial collapse.
(VOICE ECHOING) What are the consequences of all this?
The reality is a country broken and bent by the outside world,
a country told to bow before the West or face further punishment.
The West spends billions on upgrading its nuclear arsenal.
They arm the world,
but they deny us the ability to defend ourselves.
We have begged, we have bowed,
and we say, "No more."
And so, today, everything changes.
Today, we bring the true horror of nuclear capability
that your nations cherish so much
to the heart of the UN itself.
CAROLE: Move!
Move!
LI-NA: Where is the other one?
CAROLE: The other one is dead.
Michael, I am sorry.
Move forward!
Down on your knees! Now!
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(BELL TOLLS)
You're not listening to me.
She's taken a nuclear device, and she is headed for Geneva.
That's not possible.
Charles, you have to trust me on this one.
We have intel that places her in Paris,
no more than an hour ago.
(COMPUTING)
LOCKE: Yeah, well, she's feeding you that. It's a false trail.
The matter is in hand.
You have to let this obsession go, Philip.
Besides,
it's not your concern anymore.
We're finished.
You fucking kidding me?
No. We've been ordered to stand down and return to London.
(SIGHS)
As of now, Section 20 is officially disbanded.
That is bullshit.
LOCKE: Oh, so what?
I'm finished. With this. All Of it.
SCOTT: So, what about Li-Na?
- Huh? - Well, Ridley's intel has her in Paris.
MICHAEL: Oh, come on, boss, do you believe that?
Michael!
It's called the chain of command.
You obey the person above you without questions.
Do you believe that?
No, I don't.
SCOTT: Good.
So, we're going to Geneva.
LOCKE: You're suggesting what?
We disobey a direct order, one that's come from the top?
Exactly.
Michael?
I'm always up for a bit of insubordination, boss.
One last job. Let's move.
LOCKE: The UN's hosting a nuclear disarmament conference
in the main council chamber.
That's got to be Li-Na's target.
A gathering of North Korea's sworn enemies.
Uh, the uranium convened from around
20,000 dismantled Russian nuclear warheads
was shipped to reactors in the States.
Now, those same reactors power 10% of all American electricity.
All right.
LOCKE: You're going in as tourists, so try and act naturally.
It's not going to be a walk in the park.
Whitehall will be very quick to deny us if this goes wrong.
I feel naked without my gun.
Is that weird?
MICHAEL: Uh, nah.
Fluidum by Kinga Azur. Ha!
Yeah, it's a classic example of Abstract Expressionism.
- Michael? - Mmm.
I don't give a fuck.
Philistine.
Get hold of a security card.
She's taking a bomb into one of the most secure buildings in the world.
If she can find a way in, so can we.
The whole city is at risk.
We've got to act fast.
Sorry.
It's fine.
SCOTT: I was just admiring the sculpture.
A classic example of Abstract Expressionism.
You know your culture.
I dabble a bit.
(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
"My name's Damien Scott, and I dabble."
Simple rule in life, Mike. You either got it or you don't.
Do you have it?
I got it.
Zero, we're moving in.
After your arrest in Vienna, you're in the system.
There are security personnel and cameras everywhere.
Heads down.
- Cup of tea, please. - Okay.
(TYPING)
SECURITY GUARD 12 Wait.
Those two.
- Watch their walk. - SECURITY GUARD 2: Those two there?
SECURITY GUARD 1: Look where they're heading.
(BEEPS)
(COMPUTING)
SECURITY GUARD 1: Got them.
Alert the patrol. Area Three.
SECURITY GUARD 3: Understood. Proceeding to Service Area Three.
Activate lockdown.
No. Let's go.
Hands up where we can see them.
We were just on tour and we got lost. Really.
Hands.
- There. - Let's go. All right.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
I am British military intelligence.
Not according to our records,
which state
you are wanted in connection with a bank robbery in Vienna.
There is a woman.
Her name is Han Li-Na.
She is North Korean and associated with Office 39.
She will be here under an assumed name.
Call it in. Just call it in.
This is not some fantasy,
or something that may or may not happen.
There is a nuclear threat to this building, to this city.
This is happening.
This is real.
This means that one in 10 lightbulbs in the States
is lit by former Soviet weapon material.
Now, the disarmament...
Maybe we could, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
We could use some of those lightbulbs here right now.
(SPEAKING KOREAN)
- Just do your job and call it... - (SIRENS WAILING)
This is what I'm talking about. This is it.
This right here is what I am talking about!
- You stay here. - Oh, for God's sake!
Shit!
Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
Please, if you all just, uh, remain in your seats,
I'm sure that normal services will be resumed as soon as possible.
(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- Hey. - It's okay.
- What's going on? - It's under control.
- (GROANS) - (WOMAN SCREAMS)
Go, go!
Go! Go! Come on, go!
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
Everybody move away from the building. This is not a drill.
Bravo One and Two, come in.
(GRUNTING)
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING)
(GRUNTING)
- MAN 1: Shut up! - WOMAN 1: Over here! Move!
- WOMAN 2: Silence! Shut up! - MAN 2: One more! Come on!
MAN 3: Be quiet!
(CRACKING)
Fuck! Fucking shit!
(GROANING)
Oh, hey, bud.
Hang on. I need to get rid of these.
There.
Thanks. Here you go.
Thank you.
Going right.
Yeah. On you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please forgive the interruption,
but I believe the time for talk is over.
WOMAN: (SOBBING) We need someone to...
Go.
Stay.
Go.
- Go. - (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- Stay. - WOMAN: Stay down!
- Go. - Go!
You...
You are definitely staying.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(BEEPING)
(BEEPS)
(SPEAKING KOREAN)
(SOBBING)
Once the device is primed,
it's a 10-minute countdown to detonation.
We need to be out in six if we are to make the helicopter in time.
What if we don't?
We stand side-by-side,
knowing that, either way,
what we do will wake our nation from its slumber.
(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING)
Hey.
(WHISPERING) We're here. Council's here.
- It's that way. - Yeah.
- After you. - Moving.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Section 20, to be precise.
Your team took down Leo Kamali?
And the same two men who did that are inside the building right now.
Might be the first piece of good news I've had all day.
Please.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
LOCKE: So, you need to send your men in.
The building's in lockdown.
Reinforced doors, bulletproof, bombproof windows.
No in or out.
Emergency protocol...
It dictates that if Li-Na still has hostages, we don't encroach.
- Exactement. - Yeah, I know that.
And she knows that.
Don't you understand?
That's how she's keeping you at bay.
I cannot go against direct orders.
She's got a nuclear device, for Christ's sake!
Which is not confirmed.
You're a soldier in the field,
and all that matters right now is your judgment call.
Clear?
Oh, shit.
What the fuck?
Mikey, guys on my three.
Stairs. Go, go!
Fuck.
Fuck me!
Come on!
Fuck!
Fuck you!
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Come on, come on!
(SPEAKING KOREAN)
Sorry about that. We're the good guys.
You should come with me.
Fuck. Hold on.
There were a lot of feeds to monitor.
They must have slipped through.
(BEEPING)
You're releasing all the doors in the area?
These men,
they need to believe they are in control of their own destiny,
unaware of who really guides them.
Take over.
Lock them in Zone B
until they have nowhere left to hide.
- I know him! I know him! - No, no, no!
- Oi, oi. - Stay here.
Okay, look at me, look at me. Look at me.
We need to find a way above the council chamber,
a lighting gantry, an access point, stairs.
- Can you think of anything? - There are stairs this way.
Takes you to the fourth floor.
Right.
Mikey.
- Give me the card. - Yeah.
- Show us. - Here.
Hand here, on my shoulder.
Stay with me.
(BEEPS)
(BEEPING)
Follow him.
Come on.
- Shit! - Scott?
- There's another way, here. - Here?
Are we trapped?
- Well, trapped is a strong word. - Ears, ears, ears!
Yeah, we're trapped.
What is wrong with these things?
Scott...
- Yup? - It's cameras.
There's cameras all over the place.
DAMIEN: What, you think they're locking us in?
Yeah, I do.
I think it's a kill box.
Give me that key. Let's shut these cameras off.
- Nice. - (GRUNTS)
- Shit. - Mikey.
- What is it? - Here.
Got it.
Huh! Time to switch the cameras off.
- Which wire? - I don't know.
All of them? There you go.
(BEEPING)
(SPEAKING KOREAN)
Open the door!
I found our door.
(GRUNTING)
No!
There we go.
All clear.
Right on his heels, go.
Shit, we got bogeys coming in, Scott.
- You okay? - Fine.
Open the door!
I said open the door!
- Now! - (BEEPS)
They have evaded capture.
(SIGHS)
And they will try and find a way here to stop us.
So, we wait no longer.
Come back now.
We're just rats in her maze.
Gotta hand it to her.
I'd like to hand her a bullet to the head.
They still control the doors. There's no way we'll get to the chamber in time.
Yeah.
Maybe.
(GRUNTS)
Those lifts should be powered down.
We don't need any power, Mikey.
That's a good idea.
Got it?
All right. Here. Do you want to take that?
Find somewhere safe to hide, and it'll all be over soon.
I have a son.
It is his birthday this weekend.
Well, you've been in this sort of situation before.
Yeah, once or twice.
Then I stand a better chance of surviving if I go with you.
We're not running away from trouble. All right, you see that?
Right now, we're looking for trouble.
What about them? Shot in the back.
They were running from trouble and look where it got them.
You want to come?
Take that gun.
All right. Easy as one, two, three. Just don't look down.
You're doing really well.
Just don't look down.
- Mike? - Yeah?
Did you say the elevators were off?
They're supposed to be off.
Well, it's not, 'cause here it comes.
When the time is right, just step off.
- What? - Step on that elevator.
Quietly.
So, go on three.
So, three, two, one, step off.
That's four.
Well, it's three beats, and then we'll go.
Three, two, one, go?
Yeah, it's kind of common sense, isn't it?
- It's fucking bullshit. - So, when should I go?
- Now! - Now!
Fuck.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS)
Get off now, quick.
Come here, give me your hand.
Get up.
Go, go.
Give me your hand. Come here.
You all right?
Good.
See?
I told you we were looking for trouble.
We have no time to lose.
Let's begin.
Uh, ma'am, I've...
- Stay down! - It's all right.
JOHN: Uh...
My name's John Turner,
- and I am the US representative... - I know who you are.
"The international community has condemned North Korea's continued efforts
"to advance its missile and nuclear programs."
Does that sound familiar?
You're referring to the Security Council Resolution 2094.
Which you coauthored.
We offered you aid.
And then you took it away.
To stop the proliferation of nuclear weapons, ma'am.
I believe in peaceful resolution, that we can work together.
No, you interrupted me, Mr. Turner.
You only believe in doing what's best for yourself.
You are American.
I will not be interrupted again.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Arm the bomb. Set the timer.
Turn on the cameras, and let the world see our final stand.
KWON: You, come here!
Camera.
Center stage.
(BEEPING)
My country has been involved in a war for as long as I can remember.
- That looks like our cue to hurry the fuck up. - It is not a war of guns and tanks...
You go for the chamber,
I'll open the doors.
Come on.
No!
I'm sorry. I can't let you do that.
You wanna think about what you're doing?
What I was trained to do.
What I've been waiting years for.
MICHAEL: Do you have any idea what she's planning?
Hmm? A nuclear bomb.
Here, in this building right now.
Just think for one second the destruction she's gonna cause.
Put... Put your weapons down!
Your own country disavowed her.
This isn't about the regime. She's acting alone.
MICHAEL: Scott?
It's all right.
How long have you been stationed here, working for North Korea?
Nine years.
It's a long time.
Your kid?
Was that part of the plan?
I get it.
The real world changes things.
Maybe the life they'd planned for you
isn't the life you ended up with.
Weapons down!
Hey!
Keep that there.
You could've shot us.
You had plenty of chances.
But you didn't.
I'm guessing you were hoping it would never come to this.
But it has.
So,
now you gotta make a choice.
What matters to you most?
Your child,
or your job?
We have begged, we have bowed,
and we say, "No more."
And so, today, everything changes.
Today, we bring the true horror of nuclear capability
to the heart of the UN itself.
You were correct.
I should have sent my men in earlier.
You made a call.
Right or wrong, it's what we do.
Now, you make another one,
and pray it's not too late.
Stop!
Move forward.
Where is the other one?
CAROLE: The other one is dead.
Michael, I am sorry.
I'm impressed that you've made it this far.
I'm not interested in your approval.
Move forward!
Down on your knees. Now!
Fair enough.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Move!
No!
Hey. It's been a good day at the office.
Now, go buy your kid an ice cream.
Everybody out, please!
Come on, let's go!
Get them out!
Come on!
Please.
What's the deactivation code?
These are moments, Michael,
moments that change the course of history.
That's not what I asked.
(SCREAMS)
MICHAEL: Scott, what have you got?
I got five minutes, 10.
Mike, five minutes, seven.
CAROLE: Okay, let's go, hurry up!
Li-Na,
there are at least nine more reasons in here
why you are going to tell me what the deactivation code is.
- (SCREAMS) - Eight more reasons!
The code now!
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Three...
Three, seven, four, one.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Wait...
No, Mikey.
One minute, 57.
- What? - 55...
- 54. It's not the fucking code. - The real code!
Give me the real code!
Li-Na!
Li-Na, look at me!
It makes no difference.
We were always willing to die.
But not like this.
Nobody's supposed to die like this.
(GRUNTS)
Shit.
Shit. Scott?
I'm running out of options here.
Yeah, so am I.
I've never worked on anything like this.
Fuck.
Mate, what are you doing?
I'm calling a friend.
What do you mean, "You're calling a friend"?
This isn't Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.
No, it's Who Wants to Survive.
Shit.
- Mitchell? - Yeah?
It's Damien Scott.
Hey! Blast from the past, man. Where you been?
I've got a miniature improvised nuke, all right?
Three wires
leading down from C4 to power.
All right?
We got blue, brown, red wire.
Which one do I cut?
- What? - I've got a miniature improvised nuke.
Three wires, all right? Blue, brown, red.
Come on. Which do I cut?
Your timer's 59 seconds, Mitchell.
- Is this a joke? - (BABY COOING)
It's not a fucking joke! All right?
Uh...
Uh, okay, hang on. Okay.
Tell me exactly what it looks like.
It looks like the fucking Death Star with a shitload of wires!
I've never seen anything like it.
I got highly explosive lenses.
Tamper, reflector,
three wires.
One red, east,
going into the junction box power.
Blue, west, going from the C4
down to the firing circuits.
Brown, dead center.
- Anything else? - Anything else?
You've now got 35 seconds!
- That's what else! - SADIE: Will you change the goddamn baby
and talk to your buddies later?
- Not now, Sadie. - She's gonna get a rash.
I said not fucking now!
(BABY CRYING)
Okay, it's not the brown. That's the dummy.
So...
- Uh... - Mitchell, I'm serious!
- It's not brown. - 27 seconds!
- Blue. - Blue?
- You sure? - No, I'm not.
Why the hell do you think I left the agency, Damien?
- Are you fucking serious? - It's 'cause I wasn't sure.
'Cause there's a wire. There's a timer.
There's a fucking bomb.
Oh, shit... No, wait!
It's red!
Red?
It's red. 100%, Damien.
He's 100% on red, Mikey,
and he was a freak explosives expert back in the day.
Damien, he said red.
He completely lost his nerve. Total breakdown.
I can still hear it in his voice.
If he's backing red, I'm backing the fuck out of blue.
- That's a hell of a judgment call to make. - I know.
Nice knowing you, Mikey.
That son of a bitch!
Damien? Are you there?
Damien!
Yeah. It was blue!
- I said blue. - You said red.
Fuck you!
Say hi to Sadie and the kid for me.
You owe me a beer.
(LAUGHING)
We have to go.
Let me say goodbye.
You just did.
Come on.
Clear.
Come here. Come here.
Don't move!
Weapons down. Weapons down!
Come here.
Weapons down!
DAMIEN: Fuck you.
That's very diplomatic, mate.
It's the Swiss Army, Mike. They're neutral.
I don't give a shit what he's got to say.
Our orders are clear.
Either you hand the prisoner over,
or you are to be treated as hostile!
What the hell are you playing at?
We checked with Whitehall. Your men were told to stand down.
She is our prisoner, and we are taking her out.
These orders come from above me.
Fine. I'm going for my men.
I cannot allow that.
(SIGHS)
You'll have to shoot me in the back.
Don't worry. You're only following orders.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
What do you wanna do, Mikey?
Well, to tell you the truth, I'd rather not get into it with them.
We hand her over, it's game over.
Take her in ourselves, Ridley'll roll out the red carpet.
Since when has that ever mattered to you?
It doesn't.
Matters to you, though.
It's your life, Mikey.
I'm willing to screw up a lot of things, but not that.
- Well, cheers, mate. I'm touched. - Weapons down!
Get in!
MICHAEL: Come on!
- In the car! - Come on!
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
- (GLASS SHATTERS) - (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
What'd she say?
Julia?
Her final words,
what were they?
She said that you would come for me.
There'd be nowhere I could hide.
She didn't deserve to die.
No, she didn't.
Walk.
Charles, it's Philip Locke.
I've been trying to reach you.
Well, I've been a bit busy.
Yes, so I've heard.
You have Han Li-Na?
We do.
Looks like Geneva was a correct call.
Look, I'm fighting fires here, but I guarantee you,
bring her in and I'll personally make sure that Section 20 is reinstated.
Whitehall will have no choice, believe me.
Give me a minute and I'll send you ex-fil coordinates.
Oh, and, Philip,
I was wrong.
And I'm glad you were right.
You risk your lives,
time and time again.
You give everything.
Yet men who exist only behind desks,
who will never know combat,
who will never understand the judgment calls you have to make,
you follow their command.
We're soldiers.
No.
You're much more than that.
It's Mason and Faber, so stay sharp.
Come on.
MICHAEL: Get out. LOCKE: Once we hand her over,
I'm done.
She's right. I gave everything to my country.
My world, my son, everything.
And I've nothing left to give.
You two want to return to active service, go ahead,
but I am out.
- This is wrong. - SCOTT: Shut up.
You feel it, too.
Philip.
Gentlemen.
What the hell are they doing here?
Whitehall have asked Stillwater to assist us.
In many ways, it's easier that way.
Actions by hired hands can easily be denied by the state.
Korea was a mess.
You've been talking to their government.
We have to avoid retaliation.
Pushed to the brink of a war nobody wants?
This is bullshit.
Yes, it is.
And I hate to see good men caught up in it.
We're not. Not anymore.
Here's your prisoner.
We're leaving.
With the greatest of respects, sir,
we're out, sir.
MICHAEL: BOSS.
CHARLES: Look, I understand, and I'm sorry it's come to this.
But you delivered her to us,
and that means more than I could ever tell you.
No!
Cover!
Going to get him!
Clear!
Scott! Fuck.
Come here!
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Stay there. Stay. Come here!
Fuck.
We're flying out of here, on that chopper.
Give me your lighter.
Go, go, go!
Clear.
Come on!
Go!
Come on!
Get in, get in!
You know how to fly this thing?
Guess we're gonna find out!
Keep it steady, Scott.
Boss, boss, you're gonna be fine.
We're gonna get somewhere. You'll be fine.
It's okay.
Look at me, look at me.
Look at me! You're gonna be fine!
You're gonna be fine. We're gonna get out of this!
It's okay.
(VOICE ECHOING) You'll be fine.
It's okay, Michael.
No, no, no. Shh.
Don't talk, don't talk.
Hey.
No, no, no.
No.
Boss?
Boss, hey! Boss, come here! Look...
Shit! Shit!
Shit!
(BEEPING)
We're going down, Mike.
Shit.
We're gonna crash.
Hold on, Mike!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
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