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(computer beeping)
(fan humming)
(lighter clicking) (liquid trickling)
- Well, I think this is actually it, the big one, folks,
the one we knew would come and never wanted to see.
It's just me, Uncle Joe, dropping truth bombs as usual.
Not paid by the media, the government or big business,
just a servant to you guys, my loyal tribe.
I'm holed up here with Jack,
ready to ride this out to Armageddon,
and as always, keeping filtering the real truth to you.
(rockets blasting)
I saw the Ukraine coming a year out,
and the establishment laughed at me,
Uncle Joe, the crazy conspiracy theorist.
(group shouting) Well fuck them, dudes.
Because I been talking about a Kaliningrad crisis
for a while too.
Kaliningrad's where Russia's been hiding,
under our noses in the heart of Europe.
And up until now, nobody gave two monkey shits about it.
The Russian Baltic fleet is there,
and in the last few months,
the Reds have been flooding the area
with troops and armor, (boots marching)
like a cancer spreading through a NATO region.
Putin tells us it's a military exercise.
(chuckles) Well, fuck you, Vlad. We've heard that before.
It wasn't then, and it ain't now.
And nothing NATO likes least
than a fuck-off big group of Russkis
leaning over their fence.
But Lithuania is a bona fide member of NATO,
and that, my friends, is a whole other ballgame.
So just hours ago, that cancer went to Stage Four.
(airplane whirring) Lithuania became involved.
The car of Russian Foreign Minister Mikhail Petrov
was found near the Lithuanian border, empty,
with enough blood and bullets in it
to make the Corleone family proud.
It's the work of Skydas.
They put a video
on the WWW saying Petrov's gonna be executed
in 90 minutes, live for the world to see.
Who are Skydas? Well, Lithuanian terrorists.
Tough-ass motherfuckers and as right-wing as they come.
Tooled up to the nines, and they don't fuck around.
So that's it for now.
Uncle Joe here, gonna watch the next 90 play out.
(helicopter whirring) Lines open.
Hit me up, and make it count.
Could be your last chance. (airplane whirring)
(helicopter humming) - Two three zero.
One zero seven, your air roll is (indistinct).
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(radio chattering)
(camera buzzing) (tense music continues)
(computer beeping)
(Jay sighs) (tense music continues)
(helicopter whirring)
(computer beeping) (camera buzzing)
(tense music continues) (radio chattering)
(camera clicking)
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(gravel crunching)
- Have you done this before?
- Officially, no.
Unofficially, yes.
- And it worked?
- We got what we needed.
- What about the detainee?
- Officially or unofficially?
- Oh.
And the powers that be above us,
they're all right with us doing this, are they?
- As far as we need to know, yeah.
But listen, no offense,
but you weren't exactly first choice, all right?
(gravel crunching)
- Yeah, I'm well aware of that. (chuckles)
You?
(birds chirping)
- Well, let's just say that I've got a reputation
for this kind of thing, all right?
- This kind of thing?
- Being creative with the convention
by any means necessary kind of thing.
- Well, we don't do that on our side.
- Like fuck you don't.
Listen, Max.
It's Max, isn't it, Maxine?
- Max.
- Yeah.
My passport and payslip might say the US,
but listen to my accent.
I've not even been gone that long.
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I used to be just like you.
- What, a woman?
(Jay chuckling)
- Frankly, this side of the pond pays better.
- Yeah, and keeps you busier, I imagine.
- [Jay] Yeah.
- Any part of the world, the Yanks don't have their paws on?
(birds chirping) (tense music continues)
- Listen, Max, our man over there was a bodyguard
for the Russian foreign minister.
- Yeah, yeah. - All right?
At best, he's a mercenary. At worst, he's a traitor.
- And how are you defining mercenary here?
Someone who switches their allegiance for money?
(phone ringing) (tense music continues)
- Yeah, Ed?
- [Ed] What's up, bud? Is she there?
- [Jay] Yeah, she's here.
- [Ed] Put her on.
- All right, hold on.
- [Ed] Are you both there?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- [Ed] Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here.
Things have become a lot more urgent.
I'm gonna send you a news clip,
and get your shit together.
We don't have much time.
Our intel tells us that the Russians are gonna use this
as an excuse to launch an attack on Klaipeda,
if the foreign minister isn't returned.
Proceed with escalation as discussed.
- Understood.
- Okay.
- You got that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, right. Just give me a sec, okay?
(tense music)
(helicopter whirring)
(radio chattering)
(tense music continues) (Max breathing)
(door rattles)
(phone rings)
- Come on, come on, pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone.
(sighs) Oh, gosh. (phone ringing)
- [Mum] Hello?
- Oh Jesus.
Mum, there's a reason they're called mobile phones.
You keep them somewhere on you.
- [Mum] Sorry, I not hear phone in bag.
- Yeah, what, - What you say?
- Nothing. (sighs) Where are you?
- [Mum] We're at beach,
having lovely time. - Okay, no, listen.
Listen. - I go for ice cream,
one minute. - No, I need you
to listen to me. - Don't kick sand
in your sister's face, Louie!
Louie, come here one minute. - Mum!
Mum, will you just stop what you're doing
and listen? - I'm looking after children!
- I need you to get off the beach
and leave Klaipeda. - But we just got here
and having lovely time. - Mum, please.
Would you just- - We go for ice cream.
One minute. - Do as I ask.
- [Mum] Louie, don't kick sand in your sister's face.
- Mum? - I can't, (sighs) I call you back. - Mum!
(phone beeping)
God. (sighs)
(Maxine breathing heavily)
Fuck.
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(door squeaks and clanks)
(helicopters whirring) (birds chirping)
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- Oh, well, because of all of a sudden it's okay
to do it my way, is it, yeah?
- [Ed] I have no comment on what your way is.
- Well it's funny, innit, eh?
Because you use me to do the things that you can't do.
I just don't get why you've paired me up
with this fucking medic who's meant to be on holiday
with her family, for fuck's sake.
- [Ed] We needed London to be onboard with this,
and she was the nearest option.
You know we'd be doing this differently if it was just us.
- Let me telling you something, Ed,
and let me be fucking clear.
I'm doing something for you, all right?
Something that no one else can do,
and I'm just hoping that you can take that
into consideration for when it's time, you got that?
- [Ed] I'll see what I can do.
- Good.
What's the matter, Ed, eh? You seem tense.
- [Ed] Ah, the director
and the secretary of state are both wading in
on our little situation back home, bud.
Do I need to spell it out?
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(computer beeping)
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- [Max] Okay, ready when you are.
- [Jay] About fucking time and all.
- [Max] We don't need to get this wrong.
Everybody's looking.
- [Jay] Well, you're the doctor.
- [Max] I'm a medic.
It was a long time ago, and I wasn't very good at it.
(tense music) (Stephen breathing)
(hood crinkling)
(tense music continues) Joe.
All right.
- [Jay] Nice and easy.
(clock beeping)
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(Stephen gasps)
- All right, all right, I've got ya.
I've got ya, I've got ya, I've got ya.
Calm down. Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Breathe.
Listen, you're not strong enough, all right?
You're not strong enough.
Good boy, that's it.
Calm, calm, calm, calm.
Are you with me?
- Stephen, we just wanna talk to you, all right?
- Do you know who you are?
No?
Do you now where you are?
Any idea how you got here?
(Stephen breathing)
What is the last thing you remember?
(Stephen breathing)
He's fucking blank.
Max, get the file.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- We're gonna have to give Mr. Memento here a crash course
on how fucked he is.
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You know, Stephen.
Look at me.
Okay.
You knock about
with some right nasty fuckers.
Ring any bells?
Is that a no? (scoffs)
Well, ain't that fucking convenient?
You see, I'd forget that too, Stephen,
if I was a gun for hire for the Russian hierarchy.
(Stephen moaning)
You were a trooper
in Her Majesty's employment.
- [Max] Look at this.
This is you. Look at this.
- [Jay] They sent you to some right nasty places.
You've done some pretty nasty things.
- [Max] Okay, take a look at this, Stephen.
Do you recognize anyone here?
- It says here, Stephen,
you're a driver for the Russian foreign minister.
But you were found with this.
So unless you were planning on shooting pigeons together,
I think this is partially true.
These fuckers here, Stephen,
are right wing Lithuanian nationalists.
- [Max] He doesn't recognize any of them.
- He will recognize.
Fucker One here, right?
Fucker One here says
that Lithuania will never be cowed to by the imperialists.
If their government doesn't have the backbone
to look after Russia, then their people will.
Shady Fucker Two, just there,
he says he's gonna put a bullet in your boss' head
within the next 90 minutes.
- Stephen, does this mean anything to you?
- Our intelligence, Stephen, suggests that,
if the trigger-happy Russkis cross over to the border,
to the Lithuanian border,
then this ain't gonna be like the Ukraine, Stephen,
because let's not forget, people from a member of NATO
executing the Russian foreign minister live on the internet
is an act of war.
And that's all that the Reds need to pave the way
for a full-scale, legal invasion into Lithuania!
What do you think, Stephen?
Do you think Uncle Sam
and his pals here are gonna stand back
and let them trample over one of their own?
- All right.
Okay, Stephen? All right?
Look at me.
You see now why it's paramount
that you tell us anything you can remember,
anything at all about where he's been taken.
Anything.
- All right, fuck this. Get outta the way!
Fuck off outta the way!
You know. - No.
- Jay, - You know, Stephen.
- This is enough now.
- Listen, Stephen, we're gonna do whatever it takes.
- Oh, Jesus.
- To get you to remember. Okay?
- Jay?
Got to calm down a bit.
- Whatever it fucking takes! Do you understand me?
- All right, let go of him. - Fuck off, Max!
Fuck off! Fuck you! - Let go. Okay.
- Fuck you! - This has gone too far now.
- We aint got time for all this good cop, bad cop bullshit.
Do you understand?
Who gives a fuck
if this traitor here gets slapped about a bit?
- Look at him, look at the state, - Yeah, look at him!
- Okay, they've tried this once, all right?
It doesn't work.
(Stephen breathing)
Jay, let's just proceed as discussed.
All right?
This is your process anyway. It's not mine.
- Oh you like the idea now, do ya?
Eh?
Well, come on, then.
Now, you may not remember jack shit, all right?
But we've got access
to your whole fucking life.
- Stephen?
Stephen, we believe there's a trigger
that will unlock your memory.
And with it, it will give us the location
of where Skydas are holding Mikhail Petrov.
All right? And this is what we're looking for, okay?
It's just a hairline crack that, when we open it up,
we can regress you back through the trauma.
- Stephen,
we are gonna do whatever it takes, to whoever we want,
to get this out of you.
Do you understand me?
Yeah, you do.
You do, don't ya? Eh?
Come on, Stephen! (hand smacking)
No one even knows you're fucking out here.
No one!
How do you think this is gonna end, Stephen?
Tell me, talk to me.
Well, let me give you a clue.
It ain't a nice cup of tea and biscuits with Maxine here,
let me tell ya.
- [Max] Jeez, really, is that necessary, is it?
- [Jay] Of course it's fucking necessary.
Are you fucking joking me? - All right, all right, Jay.
- [Jay] Everything is necessary.
- Give me a hand with this table, please. Jay
, please?
Let me carry on. - Stephen.
Stephen, time's ticking.
- [Max] Jay.
- Time's ticking.
- [Max] Jay?
- Mind him.
- All right, Stephen, I'm gonna show you
some photographs now, all right?
And I want you to tell me
if anyone here looks familiar to you, all right?
You understand?
All right, here we go.
This is Daisy. That's your daughter.
No?
Okay.
We have Danny, your son.
(Max breathing)
All right, this is Karen. She's your ex-wife.
All right.
This is Jennifer, your mother.
And this is David.
- Your father, David.
- Yeah. Okay, Jay. - The one that fucking
left you behind.
- [Max] Can you leave me to this, please?
Jay. - Your old man.
Good man, your old man, isn't he?
Hey? Good man?
- I'm sorry, he's passed away.
(paper shuffling)
This is Phil, he's your best friend.
No? Okay, and finally, this is Mark.
All right.
You also had these items on you when we picked you up.
The pistol here.
Look at this. Mean anything?
No?
And this business card here.
Dr. Palmer.
(Stephen sniffling)
All right, don't worry.
Okay, look, this might not mean anything to you
right now, but we do believe that the key
to unlocking your memory is somewhere hidden here.
The mind, it doesn't delete information
in situations like this, in your situation.
It just hides it from us.
And so what we're gonna do is,
we're going to use hyperstimulation methods
to try and access your memories.
Now listen, we wouldn't do this
unless it was absolutely necessary.
No, we wouldn't. We wouldn't.
But I'm not gonna lie to you.
There is a risk of it being both emotionally
and physically painful.
What?
- I don't know, - You don't what? What?
- I don't know anything.
- You don't what?
- I don't know anything, I don't know.
- You don't know anything?
Okay. All right.
Okay, just hang on one second. Jay?
Can you get the first one?
- With pleasure.
- Joe, can I have er, a second?
All right, Stephen, this is a,
no, don't worry, don't worry.
This is just, no, no, no, it's just for a minute.
Look at me.
Nothing's gonna happen to you, okay?
All right.
It's just for a minute.
Here we go.
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(Max exhaling)
Fuck.
(phone clicking)
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(clock beeping)
(suspenseful music)
- Well, we're still here, as the minutes tick by
and we hear jack shit from our government
that makes us feel any better about it all.
(chuckles) No surprise there, though, eh?
My friend's Jack got some life left in him,
and I'm still here and rolling.
Hey, the phone lines are flashing too,
so you're still rolling.
Let's see who's talking.
- [Jared] Whoa, am I through?
- Yeah, man, you're through.
What's your name and what's eating at ya?
- [Jared] Hey, Joe, it's Jared here.
I been listening to the show for a long time.
I love it, man.
Thanks so much for revealing the truth, bro.
But I never called in before, but sitting here tonight,
I thought, fuck it.
It might actually be now or never, you know?
- Amen to that, brother.
Good to have you on the show.
- [Jared] I'm convinced that this is the end of days, Joe.
Hundo percent convinced.
There's a cat in hell's chance
that crazy Vlad won't back down this time.
Just ain't gonna happen, man.
He got slammed before. He's not gonna let it happen again.
You mark my words.
This is the Cuban Missile Crisis on 'roids.
And that crazy fucker, he's playing for keeps.
- I'm afraid to say, you may just be right, Jared.
You may just be right.
(airplane whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(computer beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(wheels squeaking)
- Are you ready for this?
- I think so.
- [Max] Okay. Stephen, it's just me.
All right?
- Oh, Stephen. What have they done to you?
- [Max] It's not us.
- What have you done to him?
- [Max] It's not us.
Stephen, do you know who this is?
(suspenseful music)
- [Karen] What do you want me to do?
- [Max] Well, just talk to him,
anything that you might think would bring his memory back.
- Okay, Stephen, it's me, Karen, your annoying ex-wife.
You know, the one that you pursued relentlessly
and then left behind
when you went to fight for your country?
- [Max] Karen, maybe try something
a little less confrontational.
- [Karen] Well, he knows I don't mean it.
He knows I accept it.
Well, he did know.
What do you want me to say,
recent things, old things or?
- [Max] Well, we're not sure how far his amnesia goes back,
but we're guessing he's lost most of his adult life.
- [Karen] Jesus Christ.
- [Max] Yeah, so what about if you concentrate
on the happier times, yeah?
Why don't you try that?
- Okay. - Yeah?
- I remember how you, how proud you were when I passed
and got my first job as a sous-chef?
And how you immediately joined the Army
because that was your dream,
to follow in your dad's footsteps?
About how you put it aside to help me?
How when I tried to thank you,
you just shrugged it off like it was normal,
as if it's normal to park your own dreams
to help someone else with theirs.
And we had Daisy and Danny.
When Daisy took her first steps on your birthday,
it was amazing that she did it
and you were there for that moment.
Because I know that, as a dad,
you felt like you missed out on a lot.
- This aint working. We aint got time for this.
Now you know what you gotta do.
- I'm going over there.
- And you know what she's gotta do.
Get over there. Do your fucking job.
- Burly guy knocked you on the Eiffel Tower,
and it nearly fell outta your hands
but that's how I found out that you was gonna propose to us
- [Max] Does anything that Karen is saying sound familiar
to you at all?
Anything?
- Stephen, I've never thanked you properly.
- Yeah.
- But I am so,
I'm so grateful, Stephen,
for everything that you've done.
When I got my diagnosis
and you'd driven me to the hospital,
and when we were there in the room,
and the doctor said that it was cancer, and you just,
you just hear cancer,
and your mind goes completely blank, don't it?
So I just heard his mouth moving,
and it felt like I was being pulled
into this kinda dark well.
But you took my hand
and you said that everything was gonna be okay
and I don't the words are ever really gonna sum up
just how, how thankful I am for you in that moment.
Because it felt like the world was crumbling,
but you were just this, you were this rock.
You said we'd find a way to beat it,
and I really, I really believed you.
And I'm so thankful to you for that.
Because if it had just been me, if you,
I don't know what I'd have done.
Stephen, I really don't.
Thank you. You're fantastic. - Right, listen to me!
Listen to me, we aint got time for this, okay?
So either you help us
or I will wheel you outta this fucking room
and find someone a lot more fucking cooperative!
And you!
Now you mean to tell me
that you don't recognize your own fucking wife?
Your own fucking wife! Look at me!
(dramatic music)
- Okay, okay.
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen.
- Stop, stop, stop! (hand smacking)
(Karen screaming)
- Now you listen to me!
You listen to me!
(dramatic music)
- Get the fuck back!
Stephen. - Fuck!
- [Karen] I can't do this. I'm sorry.
I'm not strong enough.
- Stephen, okay. Up here, up here.
- [Jay] Prick.
- Okay, keep a hold of that, Joe. Keep a hold of that.
Stand up with me. Stand up.
That's it, that's it, slow, slow.
Slow.
Good, good, good. Here we go.
Here we go. Okay?
I'm gonna sit you down.
Here we go. Here we go.
All right.
Listen, listen, look at me.
All right. Any more like that, okay?
- [Karen] What's wrong with you?
- He's gonna put you down.
All right? Look at me.
I don't want him to. I wanna help you.
You have to listen to us.
Listen to what's being said.
If anything sounds familiar, you tell us, okay?
Now stay there.
- Can I get closer to him? Is that all right?
- Yes, that's fine. That's fine.
Okay, here we go.
Stephen, is that all right, I come in?
Yeah?
All right.
You're not gonna hurt Karen, are you?
You're not gonna touch her, no?
All right, here we go.
Is this okay?
Yeah?
- Thank you. (chair clicking)
- [Max] All right.
(Karen sniffling)
(eerie music)
- Stephen?
(soft music) (Karen whimpering)
(soft music) (Karen whispering)
It don't make a difference.
- Sorry, Karen.
- I'm sorry too.
I'm sorry too.
(soft music)
(Karen sniffling)
(suspenseful music)
I know you wouldn't have anything to do
with these people if you didn't have to.
(soft music)
It's all right.
(Karen whispering)
(suspenseful music)
(Karen whispering)
(suspenseful music)
(liquid trickling) (glass clanking)
(suspenseful music)
So that's where the money was coming from.
Supposed to refuse it.
You've been through enough already.
(Karen whispering)
Promise me that you can lead them to the location.
(Karen whispering)
- I don't know what they want.
I don't know what they want.
- You do.
You do.
It's in there.
It's in here.
If anyone can do it, you can do it.
(Karen whispering)
(phone ringing)
- [Jay] Get her out of here.
- Jay? - Get her out of here.
(phone ringing)
- Okay. Come on.
That's enough. That's enough.
I'm sorry. Okay, come on.
(phone ringing) - Get her out of here.
I've gotta take this call now.
- [Max] All right. Okay.
- Do it. Think, for the sake of the kids, please.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah.
Just wait a minute. All right?
Stay there.
- [Karen] Thank you.
(tense music)
(Jay sighs)
(helicopter blades)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(door clicking)
(door thudding)
(tense music)
- Yeah, go on. What?
We're kind of busy.
- [Ed] Oh, you know the deal, bud.
You need to check in.
I'm supposed to keep you on a tight leash.
- Ah, here he is in his true colors, eh?
Yeah. Well, how about this then, Ed?
You promise me immunity or I will walk out that door
and I will take that blank canvas with me
and I will dump him in the middle of nowhere.
You got me?
- [Ed] (chuckles) We both know how that ends.
- Yeah? Well, tell me why I should give a fuck.
I mean, my life's over anyway.
It just means I get to take the rest of you slags with me,
unless you help me, of course.
You see, Ed,
I do your dirty work,
because you dogs don't like getting your hands dirty
and you make all the charges disappear.
- [Ed] What makes you think I would help you
even if I could?
- Because if you don't,
I'm gonna make this whole fucking world burn down.
- [Ed] You know this is above my pay grade.
I need to talk to the people,
and they need to think about it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well don't let 'em think too hard, eh?
- [Ed] All right. I'll ask the question.
Now, can we focus? What did the Jack of Diamonds do?
- Not as much as we needed her to.
Now listen, we need to escalate immediately.
- [Ed] Well, I have concerns
that you went too far too soon
and you've blown one of the few cards we have left to play.
If we escalate,
I need a guarantee that you're not gonna blow it.
- The only thing you can guarantee, my man, right?
Is I'm going to do whatever I need to do
to get that prick to cough up what he knows.
- [Ed] And Jay, we're not gonna have another Mogadishu,
are we?
- There can't be another Mogadishu
if you make the first one go away.
- [Ed] The kids aren't gonna be a trigger for you?
- You need me, and you know it.
Green light that fucking escalation
and stop wasting my fucking time.
- [Ed] Ah, you have a green light
to bring the Queen of Hearts into play.
- Good.
Oh, and Ed?
- [Ed] Yeah, bud?
- There is a door, and I will use it.
(clock beeping)
(suspenseful music)
Got the green light to escalate.
- Okay.
- [Jay] Are you with me on this?
- [Max] Yeah. Yeah.
I just, it's just I, - [Jay] It's just nothing, Max.
The Russians are building up troops.
There are missiles faced at Klaipeda.
We get this wrong, then it's Armageddon.
- Just gimme a minute. All right?
Then we can proceed, yeah?
(helicopter humming)
- [Automated Voice] Please hold your message after the tone.
(phone beeping)
- Mom?
I know I've put a lot on you recently,
and I know you're mad at me,
but can we put all that aside for a second?
I need you to answer the phone.
I'm not messing about.
There are things which are bigger than both of us.
And I just need you to call me back.
Please, it's very, very urgent.
(sighs) Jeez.
Just call me back when you get this message. Okay?
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(clock beeping)
- (chuckles) Jack's starting to look a little sorry
for himself here.
Let's make it crystal fucking clear
that Uncle Joe ain't going nowhere.
I'm here to the bitter end for you,
with absolutely zippo sign
of the Russki Foreign Minister Petrov
being released by his kidnappers.
That may be closer than you and I want.
(helicopter humming)
Now, NATO and Russians are saying the right thing,
diplomatic channels being explored
and blah, blah, fucking blah.
But let's not kid ourselves here, folks.
Skydas kill him like they say they will,
then birds will fly, (airplane whirring)
and the sky will be painted red.
All right, line two, you're up.
- [Gina] What the fuck diplomatic channels?
The Russians have no intention of doing anything other
than marching over that border.
- Well, hello there, caller.
Jumping right in there, ain't ya?
What's your name?
- [Gina] Well, sorry, Joe,
but it seems like it's not appropriate
to be wasting time on niceties.
- There's always time for that.
I can't call you my friend if I don't know your name.
- [Gina] Yeah, yeah. Sorry Joe.
All right. You're right.
Gina, the name's Gina.
- Welcome to the show, Gina.
And what have you got for me?
- [Gina] Like I was saying,
I'm not buying the diplomatic channel bullshit.
The Commies are building hospitals.
You don't build hospitals
if you're not expecting casualties.
Does he think we're all stupid?
Does he expect us to fall for this twice?
Well, we're not. And we won't.
We know what he's up to,
and we won't stand by and let him do it again.
No sirree.
Uncle Sam has his card marked,
and Putin will feel his wrath if he steps over that line.
(tense music)
(computer beeping)
(tense music)
(chains clanking)
- Nice and easy, Stephen. Nice and easy.
- Dad?
What?
- Yeah, don't worry about that. Okay?
He's going to be all right.
Stephen, do you recognize them?
(gentle music)
This is Daisy and Danny.
They're your children.
(Daisy crying)
- Daddy!
(Daisy sobbing)
Love you, Daddy.
(Daisy sobbing)
Daddy.
(Daisy sobbing)
Please, try remember.
(Daisy crying)
Daddy, please.
Please.
(Daisy sobbing)
- Stephen?
(Daisy sobbing)
Come here, Daisy.
- Daddy!
- Stephen?
(Daisy sobbing)
Do you recognize these two?
(Daisy sobbing)
It's all right.
(Daisy sobbing)
Okay, okay. Over here.
Over here.
(Daisy sobbing)
- It's all right. He knows who you are.
(Daisy sobbing) He knows who you are.
He will remember.
I promise you he will remember, okay?
He will.
(Daisy sobbing)
(eerie music) (children chatting)
(eerie music) (Daisy sobbing)
(eerie music continues)
(chains clicking)
(Daisy sobbing)
(eerie music)
- [Jay] What is it, Max?
- This is going too far.
- For fuck's sake. We just spoke about this.
- They're kids.
- They'll survive.
- [Max] Do you have kids?
- No.
- No? Well, I do.
- And that's relevant why?
- It's not working.
- It'll work.
- Yeah, but at what cost?
- Does it matter?
- We don't even know if this is gonna trigger his memory.
- Maybe not that, but something will.
We gotta try fucking everything, Max.
Look, we've got permission
to do whatever the fuck we want do.
(tense music)
So what is it? Hey?
What is it?
Oh, okay.
I get it. It's me.
You don't like me?
Bingo. That's the one.
Oh, I get it.
Your husband's been a bit naughty,
and now you think all men are wankers.
Is that right? - Fuck you, Jay.
Fuck you. - Hey?
You've run away to your mummy.
Your mum's looking after your kids. Is that it?
Who fucking comes on holiday in Lithuania anyway?
Then what?
Some office bods run a few numbers,
pushed a few buttons and found you and sent you to me.
Look, you have got experience in this field, Max.
Even if you are outta practice.
- Does that make you feel better? Yeah?
Knowing that you're right?
- Well, for what it's worth, yes.
It does make me feel better,
to the point that I'm not fucking stuck out here
with some fucking amateur.
Even if you are slightly outta practice.
(tense music)
Look, Max, we're not all the same.
All right? - Oh jeez.
Don't patronize me, Jay.
- Well, we're not. - No.
No, you're not all the same.
But there's a definite type, and you're it.
You think you're smart because you figured that out?
You're CIA. I'd be disappointed if you didn't.
You know what, I spent years trying to get away
from that dick
and then I end up stuck in a fucking warehouse
with a carbon fucking copy of him.
- Charming. - Yeah. Come on.
Come on! - Charming.
For fuck's sake.
(suspenseful music) (Stephen breathing)
What now, Stephen? Hey?
Your own flesh and blood in fucking bits.
I don't wanna fucking hurt you. I'm exhausted.
- Okay. All right.
Stephen, did you recognize them at all?
I mean, do you, I just don't know.
- Stephen, look at me for a minute.
Do you have kids?
Do you have two kids, a girl and a boy?
(tense music)
You don't remember?
- Go right back. Do you remember when they were born?
You remember you, you remember Karen in the hospital?
All right? Maybe picture the hospital again.
(baby crying) (suspenseful music)
- [Jay] We want to get you out of here, Stephen,
so you can join your family again,
so you can put your kids to bed at night.
We want get you out of here and we want get out here.
And we all want to go home, Stephen.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- She was sick.
- [Jay] Say that again, Stephen.
A little bit louder, sorry. Say that again.
- She was sick.
- [Max] Who was sick?
- Karen. Karen was sick.
- Karen was sick. Okay.
- She was in the hospital.
She needed the treatments. - Good.
- Okay. Okay. - Good, Stephen. Good.
What else can you remember, Stephen?
- I took a job.
- What was the job?
- I was a driver for
Russian Foreign Ministry.
(tense music)
- You left Karen to do the job?
- Yeah.
- [Max] Did you leave your kids?
(Stephen breathing)
- I don't know. I don't know.
- You don't remember that bit? Okay.
Don't remember that bit. All right.
Let's just focus on Karen.
So you left Karen to do the job and she was sick.
(kids chattering) (suspenseful music)
If Karen was sick, why did you take the job?
- I needed the money.
- [Max] What for?
- Treatments. She needed the money for treatment.
She's a good mother. You know?
She's, the kids need her.
- Yeah.
Yes, they do. They do need her.
- Stephen?
Stephen, look at me.
Where did you take the Russian foreign minister?
- I was just the driver.
- Okay but you, - Okay. But where?
Where were you? Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Can you remember any fields, buildings, anything, signs?
(Stephen breathing)
- So you remember sitting behind the wheel.
Do you remember that?
(tense music)
- Yeah. Yeah, I do. (chains clicking)
- Yeah? Yeah?
Okay.
So you look up and you look out.
(suspenseful music)
- Fields.
- Fields?
- Good. Good.
All right.
(suspenseful music)
- It's the countryside.
- Okay. The countryside.
And can you see any signs at all? Any signs around?
(suspenseful music)
- Hills? There's hills.
- Okay, good.
Any buildings?
(suspenseful music)
- It's dusk. It's evening.
- It's evening.
- Foreign minister's in the back of the car.
- [Jay] Okay.
- Okay.
- Was he on the phone, Stephen?
Did you understand him?
Did he say anything, Stephen?
Anything at all?
We need to know what happened in that car, mate. Come on.
- [Max] You're doing very well.
(suspenseful music)
(Stephen breathing)
- Stephen?
Look at this.
What does this mean to you?
(suspenseful music)
Do you know what the flag this is?
You do?
Okay. His memory's coming back.
- All right, good.
- His memory's coming back.
This is good, Stephen. This is very good.
- This is really, very good, mate. - Yeah, yeah.
- All right? Just breathe, calm.
(Stephen breathing)
- So let's go back to this road that you're on.
(suspenseful music)
All right, it's dusk.
You're driving down this road.
There's hills all around.
(suspenseful music)
Can you see any street signs yet?
No?
All right, the Russian foreign minister is in the back.
And can you see any cars behind you?
Is there anyone following you?
- Stephen, here. Here, here, here, here.
Drink. Good, good.
Good, good.
Okay?
All right?
Do you need some more?
Okay. All right.
(Stephen breathing)
- Okay.
So no one's following? No?
(suspenseful music)
How you feeling, Steve?
What's wrong?
(suspenseful music)
- My head.
- [Max] Head?
- Yeah. Head.
- Yeah.
You have a concussion.
(suspenseful music)
- I can't remember anything.
- You've done really well so far.
You've been remembering little moments.
Things are coming back to you now. All right?
I'm pretty sure that, if we continue like this,
more, more memories will come back to you, okay?
We just need to stay calm at this level. All right?
(suspenseful music)
When we stay calm at this level, it's the best situation
for you to be in, in order for memory recall
(Max speaking indistinctly) (suspenseful music)
Did you recognize them at all?
(suspenseful music)
(Stephen breathing)
(children chatting) (eerie music)
- There was two, at least two guys.
There was a big guy, and they ripped it off,
off the uniform.
- Yeah?
- I dunno whose it was though.
- The arm, the arm of the uniform. Yeah?
- They ripped it off. - Okay, good, good.
(suspenseful music) (fabric ripping)
- Put something else on.
That's it. That's all I can remember.
- It's a false flag operation.
We're looking for the wrong people, int we?
It's the Russians.
They're trying to stick it on the Lithuanians.
They're pinning it on the Lithuanians!
(chains clicking)
Well done, mate.
- Yeah.
- Well done, mate.
- All right, let's,
what, do we need to do that?
- [Jay] Just for now we do.
Just for now we do.
- All right. Okay.
Stephen, nothing's gonna happen to you. All right?
He's just gonna, - I've got you.
- All right? - I've got you.
- [Max] Nothing's gonna happen.
Nothing's gonna happen. - Nice and easy.
- All right.
- I need to check in.
(tense music)
(helicopter whirring)
(radio chattering)
- [Ed] How's the Brit doing?
- She's wobbling.
I think she knows we're pretty close to the line.
- [Ed] You're Mr. The Ends Justify the Means.
We're watching it with legal.
- Legal means fuck all if it goes wrong
and it goes public Ed.
All right?
Look, I just wanna know what I'm getting outta this.
- [Ed] Apart from doing your duty?
- Look, we're past that, Ed.
We both know there's a good chance
I may not be doing this job next week.
I just need to know that you've passed my request
up the chain.
- [Ed] It's not as easy as that, and you know it.
There are bigger players than you and I involved
in this now.
- Fuck that. I plan the play Ed.
All right?
I know what's coming to all points, including the kids.
Why should I give a fuck?
- [Ed] Oh, you killed an unarmed child.
(tense music)
(Jay breathing)
- I thought she had a gun.
- [Ed] So you say.
- I thought she had a fucking gun. All right?
- [Ed] It's not me you need to convince, bud.
- Yeah, you're right.
Because how about I'll take down with me?
Seeing as you were the one who was fucking running the show.
- [Ed] We both know you went off script and I can prove it.
You're not exactly Mr. Paperwork, but I am.
There's nothing linking me to what you did.
I'm just trying to get through today
without you causing any damage to my career.
I've got no choice but to trust you, but I don't.
- Look, all I need is for you to reassure me
that you're gonna do
what you said you were gonna fucking do.
- [Ed] I always do what I say I will.
Your message has been passed up the line.
- But just let me remind you
that I'm on the front line risking my bullocks
for you and them.
Don't you fucking question me
and let me do my fucking job.
I'm gonna need to play another card very soon.
- [Ed] King of Spades is green lit.
Ready when you are.
- Good.
(helicopter whirring)
(radio chattering)
(door squeaking)
- Oh my God. Jesus, Mom.
Listen, I don't have time for niceties. Okay?
Where are you?
I need to know where you are.
- [Mum] I can't hear you.
- I said, where are you?
- [Mum] What? Say again.
I can't hear you.
- Okay, well just drive.
Yeah, just drive. - Signal very bad.
- Just get off the main road and leave the city. Okay?
- [Mum] Can't hear you.
- Jeez, for fuck's sake.
- [Mum] I hear that.
- Of course you did.
- [Mum] Very flippant.
- No, listen to me. All right?
I need you to get off the main road and out of the city.
- I can't hear you. - I can't tell you why.
But I need you to get as far away as you can
within the next hour. - What you say?
(phone beeping)
- Mum?
Mom?
(phone beeping)
Fuck's sake.
(door clicking)
(suspenseful music) (clock beeping)
(airplanes whirring)
- [Uncle Joe] So Uncle Joe is long in the tooth
and grey in the hair, what's left of it.
And let me tell you, folks,
I ain't ever seen anything like this.
Not even at the height of the Cold War.
There's saber rattling, and then there's this.
This buildup of military forces
in the area is unprecedented,
and it's gonna take something pretty fucking special
to pull us back into the realms of the precedented
where we all feel cozy and warm.
(airplane whirring)
Line three, you there?
- [Listener] We're coming for you, you communist deceivers.
We should have come for you in '62.
But Kennedy didn't lead in life like he did in death.
This will not be another of Bay of Pigs.
- What's your name, brother?
- [Listener] I'm a patriot. We're ready for you, Mr. Putin.
All of Russia and its allies will regret this day.
Mark my words.
- Okay, patriot, you, erm - [Listener] Ezekiel 13:14.
"So I will tear down the wall you plastered over
with whitewash and bring it down to the ground
so that its foundation is laid bare.
And when it falls, you will be consumed in its midst,
and you will know that I am the Lord."
(phone beeping)
- Amen, brother.
From what I got on my screen,
Patriot ain't too far from what our government's thinking.
(gun firing) (airplane whirring)
And if that's the case,
then the clock is counting down to World War III.
(rockets blasting)
(bomb blasting)
(computer beeping)
(tense music) (footsteps tapping)
- Is this all necessary?
Can't we get him out of the rope?
- Stephen? It's just me.
I'm gonna take your hood off. Okay?
Here we go.
- Hey, Stephen.
Fucking hell, mate.
Mate, what the fuck's going on?
- Listen to me. You've got one job to do.
All right?
Now, he's your pal? Yeah?
Okay?
You need to get in his head for me.
I need to know where he's been for the past 24 hours.
Can you do that?
- Yeah, I can do that.
- Come on, Big Phil. Let's go.
- Fucking hell, man.
Hey, talk to me.
- Do you even know him?
Hey?
- [Phil] It's me. It's your main man.
- [Jay] Have we made a mistake here or what?
- [Max] Just leave him to it for a minute. All right?
- Do I know him? - Is this your pal or what?
- Yeah, I do know him.
- Well, get in his head.
- You saved my life. - Stop fucking about.
- Back in Afghanistan, when my Jackal was hit with an IED.
(bombs exploding) (soldiers shouting)
You chased off Terry Taliban with an RPG.
(soldiers shouting) (suspenseful music)
This guy's asking me, do I know you?
Yeah. I do know him.
- He looks blank to me. - He's my brother.
- [Jay] Just like the rest of us.
- You've got a tattoo on your chest over there.
Here, my friend. Look.
See that?
I have the same tattoo, Steve.
The same one.
You and me were part of the same regiment.
You, me, Lanky Len, Wes, Chico.
We were a band of brothers.
That's who we were, man. We were a family.
I don't know how you ended up in this mess,
but fucking hell, if you know anything
like this guy is saying that you do know,
now's the time to tell him.
Talk to me.
- Stephen? - Hey!
Talk to me. - Stephen.
Does this ring any bells?
Do you know this man?
- Ignore him. Look at me.
What's going on?
- Don't know.
I can't remember.
I can't remember a thing.
- What can you remember?
- Little bits, like, not much.
Karen, I remember.
She's sick.
- Your ex-wife?
- Do I have kids?
- You have two kids.
- Girl and a boy?
- Girl and a boy, Daisy and Danny.
I was the godfather to Danny.
Who did this to you? Did he put his hands on you?
- Yeah, but I dunno.
I just woke up and I had the hood over my head,
and it's like I'm, I dunno what's going on.
- Well, I'm here now. It's gonna be all right.
I'm gonna get you out this.
- [Jay] Well, we're running out of time, Phil.
- Hey, Ponytail, you want
to calm the fuck down? - Fuck you, man. Ponytail.
- Let me talk to my friend. - We're running out of time.
- What's your problem? - Do your fucking job.
- I'm doing, I'm doing it. - One fucking job.
You got one job, go and do it.
- Get off my back, I'm doing,
let me handle my friend. - Turn around and go
and fucking do it then.
- I don't like your attitude.
- Go on. Turn around and go and do your fucking job.
Go and do, (hands smacking)
(gun clicking) I will fucking put one in your head.
Do it!
I will stick a fucking bullet in your head!
(group shouting)
(suspenseful music)
(group shouting) (suspenseful music)
Get on with the fucking job.
Get over there and fucking job.
Fucking wanker!
- Do what we've asked you to do.
- Hey, I'm doing it. - Do what we've asked you
to do. - Go control your dog over there.
- Phil? Talk to your friend.
All right? - I'm trying.
I'm trying. - Do what we've asked you
to do. - You guys ain't letting me.
- Okay. - Why don't you guys back up
and let me just do
what I'm gotta do? - He's gone. All right?
It's just me in here now. Okay?
It's just me.
- I don't give a fuck about these two. All right?
I'm here for you.
I only care about you.
But if you know anything, now's the time to tell her.
All right, my friend?
What do you remember?
(tense music)
- I took this job with the Russians.
- Yeah.
- Nothing dodgy or anything,
they were just paying a lot of money, like silly money.
- Okay.
- Clear thirty grand a month easy, driving.
(suspenseful music)
I needed the money.
Karen, she's, (suspenseful music)
- Yeah.
- It was just pick people up, drop them off. That's it.
- Why didn't you come to one of the boys
when you needed money?
We'd have been there for you. We're a family.
- I don't remember any, I can't remember that.
I remember, - Do you remember 2014, Operation Shader?
You, me, we fought off those ISIL terrorists.
2015?
The punch up we had when you landed one on the button
in the bar?
Afterwards we went and got these matching tattoos,
because you said,
it's important to know where you come from.
That was you.
Like I said, we're a family.
We'd die for you. That's why I'm here now.
I'm here for you.
I know you struggled when you came home.
Wes told me you struggled with civvy life,
and I should have been there for you.
I should have.
But I wasn't.
And I'm sorry for that.
But I'm here now, and I'm gonna make sure you're okay.
But you, but you, but you need
to tell these guys what they want to know
because it's important.
And I know you know that too.
(Stephen sniffling)
I know you know that.
You're gonna be okay. I'm here now.
(suspenseful music)
It's gonna be all right.
Listen, can we get him out of this rope?
- Phil,
- This guy saved my life. I don't like seeing him like this.
- I know. - This is inhumane.
- [Max] If I could, I would, I just,
- Well, speak to your superiors.
- Yeah, I can't do, - He's opening up to me.
- Phil. Phil, please. - Just.
- Right. - You just need to keep talking to me.
- Now, you listen up. - Fucking hell.
(suspenseful music)
That's a kid. - I'm sick of this fucking shit show.
Stephen!
You're gonna have to snap outta this now, son.
Joe, keep him covered.
- [Max] Jay, what are you doing?
Daisy? Don't worry, all right?
Everything's gonna be right. He's not gonna hurt you.
- [Jay] I don't wanna hurt her, but I will.
- [Max] Put the gun down.
Daisy, don't worry. - This is how
this is gonna go down. - He's not gonna hurt you.
All right? - This is how
this is gonna go down Maxine. - Put the gun down,
please. Jay.
- Listen to me, and let me make this fucking clear.
Everyone is expendable.
You see that gun over there?
You're gonna stick in his hands. That's the one.
Give it to him.
- No, no. - Give it to Stephen.
- [Max] I'm not doing that, Jay.
- Give the gun, back off you!
Back off.
- [Phil] All right, all right.
All right, all right. - I will fucking finish you.
- All right. Calm down.
- [Jay] Give the gun to Stephen, Maxine.
- [Max] I'm not doing that. No, there is no way.
- [Jay] Give the gun to Stephen, Maxine.
- That gun in his hands, no.
Have you lost your mind?
- Give that fucking gun. - All right, okay.
- [Jay] And stick it in his hands. Back off now!
- I'm doing it. I'm doing it.
Just put that down.
Put that down. - Good.
- Joe's got his gun pointed at you.
All right?
If you use this, you're dead.
- [Jay] Back off. I'm not fucking joking.
- You use this, I'm not gonna be able to help you.
All right?
Please, don't.
Don't.
- Now you listen to me, Stephen,
I'm giving you 20 seconds to make a choice.
20 fucking seconds.
I'm gonna give you three options.
Option one,
you tell me what I need to know,
and we can all fuck off home.
Option two,
you know but you don't tell me,
and I will fucking kill your daughter.
- Hey! - Stephen, don't.
- Option three,
the wild card.
You don't know, and you can't tell me,
so you shoot this prick instead.
- You're mental. - Stop it. You can't do this.
Jay. - Come on, Stephen.
Make a choice. Make a fucking choice.
Otherwise, (Daisy screaming)
(group yelling) (Daisy screaming)
(gunshot blasting)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
Okay?
Okay. Okay.
It's okay. Relax.
Now you know I wouldn't have hurt you, darling, don't ya?
- Oh Jesus.
Okay. Oh, okay.
Gimme this. Gimme this, Steve.
There we go.
All right, okay. (gun clanking)
Come back here. Come on.
Daisy, let's get you out of here. Okay?
Come on. Let's get you out of here.
All right? Come on.
Come on. Steve.
Come on. It's all right.
It's all right. Okay, Stephen.
Stephen, I need to get her out of here. Okay?
Come on.
Come on, come on.
Let's get you out of here. All right?
Don't look over there. Okay?
That's it. Come on, Daisy.
Daisy, come on, please.
That's it. Okay, Daisy.
This way with me. Come on, quick, quick.
No, no, don't look. Don't look.
This way, this way, this way.
Come on.
(chains clinking)
(helicopter humming) (radio chatter)
- This ain't about you! - Fuck off, Jay.
- This ain't about you or some deadbeat ex-soldier
or any kids.
Now, what is it with that phone?
'Cause I will fucking get it outta you.
- Yeah? Sorry. - Yeah!
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- What, you think I didn't read your file
before I agreed to this?
- You know fuck all about that.
- Oh, right. Okay, all right then.
Well, explain to me why that was justified
and explain to me why they're not just gonna drag you away
as soon as we're done.
- Have you heard of collateral damage?
- Don't gimme that shit.
She was unarmed and you knew it.
- Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be here. Would I?
But let's talk about your file, Max.
- Oh, right. Yeah. - Yeah?
Let's talk about your fucking file.
When was the last time you had
to make a split second decision
if people's fucking lives depended on it?
- Don't give me that shit.
You know I've seen my share of it, Jay!
- Yeah? - Yes.
- Well, you better remember how that made you fucking feel.
- Fuck off. Fuck you! - Stop pointing the finger
at me about things you know fuck all about!
(tense music)
Let me tell you something, Max.
Things are gonna get fucking ugly
before they get any better.
You wanna fucking walk away?
- You think I want to? - You wanna fucking
walk away? - You think want
to walk away? - Then be my guest!
Be my guest! Fucking walk away!
(tense music)
- That beach that's gonna be shelled in just over an hour?
My mum and kids are on that beach.
All right?
So we better stop this fucking about, okay?
And we better be able to regress this deadbeat ex-soldier
because right now I can't get hold of them
to tell them to get the fuck off there.
- All right. All right.
- All right? So I remember.
I remember how it feels.
Fuck you. I remember how it feels.
(Max panting)
Jay,
Jay, we have better cards to play.
- Well let's go to work.
(suspenseful music)
(clock beeping)
(tense music) (chains clicking)
What do you remember? Think.
Come on.
- Please, Stephen. We don't have much time, please.
- Stephen, please, think.
Stephen.
- Okay, okay. - Don't push me, Stephen.
I need you to remember something.
- Let her go.
- [Max] We'll let her go.
All right? - Let her.
- We'll let her go. - I'll let her go.
I'll let her go. You've got my word.
You've got my word.
What do you remember?
(chains clicking)
Come on, mate.
- Just tell us what you remember.
We'll let her go.
We promise. - Look.
- It's an oil company.
(eerie music)
- An oil company?
An oil company. Stephen? An oil company, yes.
- Klaipedos, Klaipedos Oil.
- Klaipedos, Klaipedos. - Klaipedos?
- Klaipedos Oil. - Search it.
- Yep. Okay.
So Klaipedos Oil, they have five warehouses within 50 miles
of where we picked him up.
- Oh yeah. - You gonna make the call?
- I am. - Okay.
Okay. (phone ringing)
It's okay. - Ed? Yeah.
- She's gonna be all right.
- Yeah. Ed, Ed?
- [Ed] What you got for me then?
- We've got a solid lead.
- [Ed] Straight up?
- Yeah, he's got partial recognition on the location.
It's a warehouse that belongs to a Lithuanian oil company.
There are five close to where we found him.
- [Ed] Five? We need it down to one.
- Well, no shit, Ed.
- [Ed] There's only one bird in the air
and we haven't got time to raid all of them.
- Permission to play the ace?
- [Ed] This is our last roll of the dice, Jay.
Don't forget that. Permission granted.
- Good.
(gentle music) - All right.
- Max? - Okay. Yeah?
- Cover him up.
- What?
- Cover him up.
- What, do we, - Cover him up!
- Fuck's sake.
- Joe? - Joe?
- Get rid of this lump. Get him out of here.
- Here. Okay.
All right? Just for a second.
Okay. Okay.
Jesus fucking Christ.
(chiming music)
(helicopter humming) (radio chatter)
You feeling pleased with yourself?
- It worked, didn't it?
Look Max, we're really fucking close to the line here. Okay?
Then we end it.
- Yeah, but you don't care about the end result do you?
You're just doing this to clear your name.
- So fucking what if I am?
Look don't judge me. Okay?
I made a mistake and I'm trying to rectify this now.
- Yeah, by doing good
or by getting away with it? - Does it matter?
Does it matter? - It should, yeah.
Yeah, it should.
- Yeah, well, that's none of your fucking business.
All right?
- But we've got 30 minutes to the deadline.
All right? - Yeah, yeah.
- So let's just get on with it.
Okay?
- I just need a couple minutes.
I've gotta sort my head out.
- Hm, is that an admission of weakness?
(gravel crunching) (tense music)
(clock beeping) (suspenseful music)
(gun blasting)
- Doesn't look like it's too long till the deadline, folks.
Still no sign of a resolution, respite,
or the cavalry coming to save us all.
Now, here's how Uncle Joe thinks it's gonna play out.
And I'm warning you, it ain't gonna be pretty.
(missile blasting)
Once Petrov gets popped on the WWW,
Vlad is gonna start the birds flying
and the boots marching all over little Lithuania.
Uncle Sam and his NATO pals have all signed a deal
that's all for one and one for all.
So they'll retaliate, and nobody's gonna back down.
It's been building for decades,
but it could be over in days. (airplane whirring)
(gunshots blasting)
Best case scenario?
It's boots on the ground
and a big old fashioned war in Europe
that could go either way.
But Vlad ain't gonna be around that much longer.
He's sick. He wants his place in the history books.
Reason being, our schools teach us more about Hitler,
Stalin and Bin Laden than they do about Lincoln,
Gandhi and Mandela.
So my dollar is on him hitting the big red button.
And when he does that,
there's a whole bunch of other ones that'll get hit too.
(missiles whizzing)
Then, kaboom.
Things will never be the same again.
So if it is red button time, then I just want to say,
thanks to all of you for putting up
with an old man sharing his meanderings
over the radio waves.
You've been my confessors, my challengers, my compadres,
and me and Jack raise a glass to y'all.
We got nothing left to say
other than God help us all and God bless America.
(computer beeping) (unsettling music)
(tense music)
- Hello, Stephen.
(unsettling music)
(Stephen breathing)
Oh, son.
(Stephen whimpering)
It's okay.
(Steven whimpering)
Shh. It's okay.
(Stephen crying)
Okay, okay.
Okay, it's okay, son.
You're safe.
(chains clinking)
You're safe.
You're safe, son.
You're safe now.
(Stephen crying)
(slow music)
- [Jay] Now, David, you know what we need.
- Okay, just, - Okay?
- It's my son.
I'll try and explain, Stephen, the best I can.
You must have so many questions,
but you do recognize me.
So that part of your memory is still intact.
That's good.
Stephen?
I want you to know that I want to try and help you,
but we are short, we're short on time,
but I want you to know that everything
before my death was true.
You understand?
Good.
(eerie music)
- Mrs Fairfax?
- Yes?
- I worked with your husband.
I'm afraid I've got some bad news.
(Stephen breathing)
- I know you must be angry.
I would be.
I had to protect you.
I don't know how much you know about my military background,
but at the time, I was working
for the British Intelligence in Kosovo.
I had to make a choice, Stephen.
(chiming music)
I had to make a choice
between keeping my family or keeping my family alive.
That's no choice at all, Stephen.
No.
I want you to know,
the choice I made to disappear
from your life was because I was living by that mantra.
(David breathing)
You see, when I was compromised,
my death was inevitable.
The people who were after me, Stephen,
they wouldn't have stopped until I was dead.
I didn't have a choice.
It was a deal I had to take.
I faked my death,
a mercenary taking money from our government,
he claimed my head, took the bounty, and I slipped away.
You've got to understand, Stephen,
that these, these people would not have stopped.
They wouldn't have flinched at killing all of you.
And they would've done it in such a way
that makes these people look like Girl Scouts.
I've watched you from afar.
I have.
I was there at your wedding.
I was there when your children were born.
I was there when you became a soldier.
You didn't see me, but I was there.
And son, I am so proud of you.
You and I will get the chance to do something amazing to,
yes, it will never be known outside this room,
but we, we can do it together.
You need to reach deep inside yourself, Stephen.
You need to give them what they want.
Stephen, look at me.
You know it's in there, son. I know it's in there.
They know it's in there.
Otherwise, they wouldn't continue like this.
They're betting everything on you, Stephen.
Stephen, it's important to realize,
there is no plan B to this, Stephen.
They need the information. (Stephen sniffling)
- I can't, I can't remember anything.
I can't remember.
- You will, Stephen.
You will, Stephen. You know it's in there.
They're betting everything on you.
You can do it, Stephen.
You need to find the address.
(chiming music)
Son? Son, listen.
Life, life doesn't throw second chances at us.
But this, this is a second chance, Stephen, for us.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
I've run through this a thousand times.
What would I do?
What would I say to my son if I could see him again?
(David panting)
I never thought I would get this call
to come here and see you.
You might think this,
you might think they've been torturing you, Stephen,
but they haven't.
This is not torture.
They're trying to stimulate your memory, Stephen.
And it is working. I can see it in your eyes, Stephen.
It's working.
You just need to reach that last step
and say it, Stephen.
And then, then we can go home.
We can do something momentous together, you and I,
we can be at another pivotal moment in history.
Only, this time, you are the pivot, Stephen.
You are the pivot.
You will save the world, Stephen.
We can go home, Stephen.
We can go home, son.
(Stephen and David breathing)
Come on, Stephen.
Come on. (Stephen sniffling)
(explosion blasting)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(clock beeping)
(suspenseful music)
It's coming. - Okay.
- B, B, B, U, R,
B, U, R, I, Y. g,
Buriy G.
- Buriy G. - Buriy G.
(group sighing)
- Well done, Stephen.
Good job. - Yeah.
Thank you, Stephen.
- Joe, get the troops ready.
- This is my son.
You've been fucking with my son.
Now you've got what you want.
Now let him go like we agreed.
- Yeah. - Okay.
(phone ringing)
- (sighs) Come on, come on.
- I can't stay.
- Ed?
- [Ed] I hope you got some good news for me.
That's a whole pack of cards played. We're out of time.
- We've got an address.
- [Ed] You kidding me?
- No, I'm not kidding you.
- [Ed] Well, spill it. We got SEAL teams ready to go.
I just need the location.
- Ed, listen to me.
I want that conviction quashed.
- Going to do everything, - Understand?
- [Ed] I've done my best, bud. I've done my very best.
What you've done today will be taken into account.
- All right.
He's at Buriy G, Klaipedos Oil warehouse at Buriy G.
- [Ed] Wait there, lemme call it in.
You're a good soldier, Jay.
- Thanks, Ed.
- [Ed] Look after yourself, bud.
- Is it all right?
What happens now?
- I've got my knife, Stephen.
Don't panic, Stephen.
- The birds are in the air.
It's over.
- Oh jeez.
It actually worked?
(knife slicing)
- Thank you.
Go on.
Go and call your mum.
(slow music)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah.
(knife slicing)
Yeah, yeah. - What's the matter?
What happened? - Everything's fine.
Everything's fine. - Are you okay?
- I just wanna say, thanks.
- [Mum] Thank you for what?
- For being there for me and the kids, you know?
- Got to get out of here, son.
- [Mum] Of course I there for children and you.
What's the matter?
- No, no I'm good. I'm good.
Yeah, I, I'll see you later.
- Just need to get out, Stephen.
- [Mum] All right, I'll see you later.
- Okay, bye.
(suspenseful music)
- Joe! On me!
(suspenseful music)
- [Max] No, don't shoot!
(clock ticking)
(suspenseful music)
- Stephen, hey.
Hey, man, it's gonna be all right.
It's all right. It's all right, Stephen.
I'm just an actor.
(Daisy screaming)
- Everybody down!
All down. Everybody fucking down!
Everybody down. Everybody down.
Everybody down and don't fucking move.
Don't fucking move.
Don't you fucking move.
(suspenseful music)
Don't you fucking move.
- Gonna get out. - Stephen, don't lose it,
fucking, Stephen.
We had a deal, David, hands over your head!
Now!
(Jay shouting) (suspenseful music)
We had a deal!
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
- This guy's asking me, this guy's asking me.
Yeah, I do know him.
(eerie music)
(children chatting) (eerie music)
- [Jay] Whatever you fucking do, yeah, good, good.
(eerie music) (Jay shouting)
- [Max] David, it's gonna be all right.
(eerie music)
(group shouting) (eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(clock beeping)
(helicopter humming) - Ah, yes, sir.
Dust off in.
- [Soldier] Sure, safety echo, completed on scene.
- [Soldier] You copy?
(radio chatter)
- [Soldier] Unit two move into position.
Units three and four, maintain coverage.
- [Soldier] Roger, sector six.
- [Soldier] Someone's coming out, bud.
- [Soldier] On my signal.
- [Soldier] This is echo-zero-nine. We have hostiles.
- [Soldier] Zero-18-fox, eyes on bravo.
- Drop your weapon. - Contact, wait out.
(gunshots blasting) (radio chatter)
(suspenseful music)
(clock beeping)
(helicopter humming) - Zero, this is 18 Alpha.
Jackpot on bravo one.
(radio chatter) (helicopter humming)
(clock beeping) (suspenseful music)
(computer beeping) (suspenseful music)
(chiming music)
♪ B-R-N ♪
♪ Hands off me, me, me ♪
(hip hop music)
(hip hop music continues)
♪ Started blurry but that vision's getting clearer ♪
♪ I ain't trusting anyone except the man up in my mirror ♪
♪ I feel the pressure, yeah, the weight is on my back ♪
♪ I just want peace ♪
♪ I ain't into violence like I'm Max ♪
♪ Pull it back, we on the map ♪
♪ But they'd be hating where we at ♪
♪ Gotta think outside the box ♪
♪ They can't be hating on the plan ♪
♪ I'm creative like I'm Jay ♪
♪ They can't be getting in the way ♪
♪ I ain't trying to twist the media ♪
♪ They be spreading shit for days ♪
♪ Tell the truth and now they're hating on each other ♪
♪ Corruption in this life is messing up my brothers ♪
♪ No lie, I'd rather die ♪
♪ I can't fuck with undercovers ♪
♪ More time, they just hide ♪
- Move. ♪ Like they're chilling ♪
♪ Undercover ♪ - Good.
♪ All they do is try ♪
♪ And break me down ♪ - Cut, cut.
(group clapping) ♪ You taking me out ♪
♪ All they trying do is breaking my dime ♪
♪ But I ain't Paddy McGuinness, ♪
♪ So you ain't taking me out ♪
♪ So life can change ♪
♪ Yeah, you know that shit gets kinda hard ♪
♪ He went from Liverpool to being someone's bodyguard ♪
♪ No, we ain't sitting in this shorty here ♪
♪ Living large, he lost the plot ♪
♪ Now he's really sitting in the dark ♪
♪ Ah, and now his mind's gone fucked ♪
♪ He don't know who to trust and life is getting too much ♪
♪ He's trying to break it all down ♪
♪ He can't figure it out ♪
♪ Now they got him by the throat ♪
♪ He ain't making a sound ♪
♪ I watch my back 'cause they've been watching me ♪
♪ Onto me like property ♪
♪ Gotta keep it moving like Monopoly ♪
♪ I watched my back, there ain't no honesty ♪
♪ Understand the policy ♪
♪ I ain't gonna crack like pottery ♪
♪ Nah ♪
♪ And he ain't gonna let it slip ♪
♪ You must be thinking he's a diff ♪
♪ But really he was built for this ♪
♪ Nah and he ain't gonna let it slip ♪
♪ You must be thinking he's a diff ♪
♪ But really he was built for this ♪
♪ See, nowadays we ain't trusting anyone ♪
♪ Said I'm done ♪
♪ I got wisdom and I bust it from my lungs ♪
♪ More time, they in internal discussions ♪
♪ Getting tense, now they're talking to the Russians ♪
♪ Less is more, gotta let them know the score ♪
♪ Break it raw, yet it's sour when you're coming for it all ♪
♪ But no one ever wants to stand down ♪
♪ Always wants to stand out ♪
♪ More time, end up in the background ♪
♪ Tell him, careful who your act round ♪
♪ He woke up in a mad town ♪
♪ Everything looking cracked down ♪