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That's good whiskey you're wasting.
Been away a few days, Tom.
How'd you find me, Ranger?
Hound got your scent back at the ranch.
Shit, I smelled you from miles away.
Who am I supposed to have pissed off anyhow?
Hey, you done violated the conditions of your parole.
Like hell I did.
Assault, brandishing a firearm in a public place.
You stole a horse, rifle, whiskey from your employer.
You want me to go on?
That's my rifle.
What business do you have
with a 10,000-dollar plains rifle, Tom?
Oh, saddle up son. You're done.
Try to run, I'll kill ya.
Hunting to feed my family, Ranger.
Too bad it ain't hunting season.
And you're just more trash
from Terlingua County like me, Tom.
Stop pretending to be what you ain't.
Tyree, you got your ears on, buddy? Where you at, partner?
About 15 miles south
of Manse Point over Alkali Flats.
Just picked up Tom that stole a horse and rifle
and beat Joe Hansons.
What can I do for you, Elmer?
10-65, old Mutual Bank over here in Mount Verde
got themselves held up about a half hour ago.
Four heavily armed gunmen
driving one of them off-road type rigs
came in raising all manners of hell.
Got a 10-99 code on it. Killed three officers.
Even put old Ben Copper's boy in the ER,
so figured they'd be heading your direction there, Alex.
Watch your six, buddy.
10-22, subjects are armed with automatic weapons.
At present, no other units are available to assist you.
10-24, we got eyes on that 10-80.
Avenue J, outside of El Paso.
We are currently in pursuit.
10-22, to confirm,
four subjects carrying AK-47s.
Left on Avenue 245.
Whoo, they're coming in hot. Watch it, watch it.
Ooh, this sumbitch is flying.
Come on, man, you gonna lose 'em.
10-22, we have a chopper inbound. ETA: 17 minutes.
Let's go. Gas, gas, gas! Let's go!
10-24, we lost 'em.
They're heading southbound on Terlingua.
Shit.
10-22 has broken pursuit.
Suspects were last seen headed southbound on Terlingua Street.
One suspect has left the vehicle.
We are going to engage.
"And there before me was a white horse.
Its rider was named Death
and Hell...
- ...so close behind Devil." - Shit! Gun! Get out now!
10-22, this is 10-24. Come in.
Are you engaging the suspects?
Shane, if you're there, answer me.
They'll make the border before the state police have a chopper off the ground.
Yeah, wish I was with them.
Creaky bastard like you
creeping up on a full-blood Tonkawa.
Spot me.
Mexican police ain't got a unit close enough to intercede.
These boys should be considered
extremely dangerous there, partner.
Proceed with caution now, Tyree.
Hah. You gonna shoot out their tires?
It's half a mile away, Ranger.
You're a good shot, but that's impossible.
That's six feet high. Jesus, Alex.
Goddamn! That's some shooting there, Ranger.
What happened? What the fuck happened?
Shattered the block and killed the engine.
Takes a big round to do that.
Save your ammo! You're not getting a shot at that range.
Are they shootin' at us?
We shot at him, so he shot back, you dumb fuck.
I'm leaving you, Tom.
You look after the horses,
but know this,
I care more about that horse than I do you.
I'll fire, you run, then you cover me as I run.
Let's fucking go.
Agh! Fuck.
Agh, fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Alex.
He's a wanted criminal, asshole.
I don't care if he lives or dies.
Thanks a lot, brother man.
You got me.
Damn! Have I saw a shooting like that before.
Radio call said there were four men, Ranger.
You gonna go after the other guy?
Yeah, that other one won't get far on his own.
Now you'll be letting me go, huh, Ranger?
You going to jail, Tom.
I did suggest he knock first.
He was concerned since you weren't answering your phone.
That man is Special Agent Derby of the FBI.
British Intelligence.
I take it you're Ranger Alex Tyree?
Major Edwards said we could find you here.
We'd like to come in for a chat, if that's okay.
You all right?
Give me two minutes.
British Intelligence?
We're here with the approval of your State Department.
Special agent Derby was tasked with making sure
I didn't get into trouble.
Well, he's lucky I didn't shoot him through the door.
You have a lot of enemies, Ranger?
I put people in jail.
They tend to take offense to that.
I realize you have a different way
of handling things here, Ranger.
And it can be quite difficult to grasp from a desk in London, but...
we're very aware of the elite investigative skills
of the Texas Rangers, and we know what you do works.
We're not some cowboy operation, Agent Smith.
We go by the book, just like they do in London.
I'm here because Major Edwards said
you're the best ranger he's ever seen,
so I've been sent to ask you to go into Mexico
and collect a prisoner.
Federales won't allow an official British or US extraction,
but unofficially, they've asked for you.
You'll be there as a private citizen.
If anything goes wrong, our association will be basically deniable
in every conceivable way.
It's been nice meeting you, Agent Smith.
Excuse me?
You got the wrong moron, lady.
Crossed the border myself.
Federales laughed in my face
when I told them I was there to extradite a prisoner.
I'm late for work.
Carmen here will see you out.
The prisoner in question is the bank robber
who killed the three deputies in Esperanza County.
What is he to you?
His name is Declan McBride.
Ex-provisional IRA
wanted for a string of terrorist activities
on and off the British mainland.
He's extremely vicious and very resourceful.
And if we don't move quick,
he will find a way to negotiate himself out prison.
And what's an Irishman doing robbing banks in Texas?
Well, he's gone rogue, charging a small fee to rob banks
and passing the proceeds to the worst criminal causes imaginable.
Through his old partner,
we found out he's planning a job on the British mainland.
I'm asking you to do this on behalf of my country.
The English agents insulted my intelligence
by attempting to threaten me, Alex.
I was tempted not to give him an extradition at all,
but then I thought of you.
I remembered you helped me with a situation
that was very delicate.
That small act had large consequences.
It made me indebted to you.
Today I pay you back.
The simple extradition will be now a deportation,
and the paperwork is already filled out.
Right.
Thanks for the hospitality.
Mexico's a lovely place.
You're welcome.
I can make it worth your while if you drop me off here.
Save your breath, partner.
I'm sorry about the police officers.
Genuinely am,
but I acted in the cause of a greater good.
How much more of this is off-road?
Less than ten miles, we'll be at the border cross.
Twenty minutes from there we'll be in Nuevo Laredo.
You know who led the first successful revolution against colonial empire?
Huh?
George fucking Washington.
See, justice is just your perspective, Ranger.
Elements working here are far bigger than the two of us.
You talk more than my ex-wife.
Shame of it is, Ranger,
I think I'd have liked going up against you.
Good to see you again, boss.
No injuries?
Only my pride, brother.
I told you, the bank robbery was a bad idea.
Next time I'll listen. Go get that cop.
That's our cue, Oleg.
He's seen your face.
Choose your battles.
Two faces
that warm the heart
with memories of conflict past.
We have walked through the dark as friends.
Which is better than to walk through the light alone.
Yuri.
Declan. You will stay.
I have food
and Ukrainian vodka.
My men are peasants but they raid well.
Come.
We will toast to comrades lost.
It is unwise to refuse the generosity of Cossack,
lest they change their minds.
Appreciate the invitation.
We're on the job , brother.
So it is business.
Mm-hmm.
So, gentlemen,
Cold War 155-millimeter-long gun.
It will fire 100-pound projectile
14 miles on good day.
And on a bad day?
On bad day,
it will be the nightmare that ends your life
before you hear the sound.
Have your men deliver to this address.
I'll take it from there.
You know,
I worry that you will upset many people with this toy.
I like you, Declan.
You are like brother.
But when this job is over, then so are we.
I expected you to look worse.
You got a lot of nerve, lady.
You've every right to be indignant.
You were ambushed, likely set up,
but you did your job, and thank God you're still alive.
Thank God I'm alive.
Ranger Daniels was a good man.
He was a husband, father,
and a damn fine lawman.
He was also my friend.
I'm sorry.
Sorry?
That ain't gonna cut it.
But work with me, Tyree.
Help me bring in McBride.
You've seen him close-up, talked to him.
You know him better than anyone else we have.
I doubt that.
You knew they were gonna try to spring him, didn't you?
Need to get yourself another errand boy, lady.
If I go after McBride,
it's gonna be under my terms,
with my men, and my rules.
Just sit down, please.
Ranger Tyree, please.
You got one good reason why I should help you?
You want a reason, I'll give you multiple reasons.
The 1993 killings of US servicemen in Somalia.
The '98 bombings of US embassies.
The kidnapping of 16 Western tourists in Yemen
- that same year. - Yemen?
All executed and planned by a man named Aden Kashmiri.
Now, we believe Kashmiri has retained McBride's services
for a substantial fee
to cause or instigate a terrorist event in London.
McBride working for Kashmiri
makes him the world's most dangerous terrorist for hire.
Keep talking.
Help me track him down.
Do what you do.
Uh, the department would have to sign off on it,
and nothing really gels around here that efficiently,
so...
You've already talked to the major, haven't ya?
Right.
You remind me of my dad.
He was a police detective in London.
We're in the East End.
It used to be a rough area.
He was killed on the job when I was 17.
Mm.
Sorry to hear that.
It was then and there I decided to go into law enforcement.
Ah.
Switched college courses to criminal science,
was recruited straight out of college by MI6.
You did all right.
He'd approve.
Don't underestimate McBride, Ranger.
Declan is a sociopathic murderer with a genius IQ.
Misjudged him once.
Won't happen again.
I believe that.
I should ask.
Do you plan on even remotely trying to blend in?
I guess I could lose the hat in London.
Section Control Geddes. Call me Chief Control
or just Geddes. We're informal here.
- Who's "we"? - The agency.
We who ensure the security
of the entire island nation of Great Britain and it's Commonwealth.
Glad you can join us.
Alex Tyree.
Nice hat, very subtle.
I'll order you one.
If you had to give a threat assessment number out of ten,
in your opinion, where would Declan McBride sit?
I don't rate 'em. Just catch 'em and brand 'em.
Mm. You actually talk like that.
This asshole got away from me once.
I'll drop the boom on him next time.
You've been closer to him than any living operative,
you've spoken to him and survived.
That makes you a temporary asset, Ranger.
McBride is in London, and it's our responsibility
to see to it that he doesn't leave.
Is that clear?
Yeah, I get your drift, chief.
If you do something, anything that reflects poorly on the agency,
asset status terminated.
You're on your own, son.
Am I crystal fucking clear?
I'm not your son.
And I'm not your fucking daddy.
Just answer the question, cowboy.
We understand, Control.
Thank you for accommodating us.
And we will do everything in our power
to respect the agency's wishes
and the discreet nature of our position.
There'll be a detective in the lobby, 7:30 a.m.
He's your liaison.
You are not permitted to move around the city without him.
That five-peso star affords you no more rights
than any other guest to this city.
Agent Smith, you're in the UK now.
Protocol is everything.
Yes, Control.
Okay. Seven and three-eighths.
My hat size.
Yeah? Who said you could stop?
You owe me more than that, you lazy cunt.
Always a sweet talker.
You shouldn't have left me.
You got what shouldn't be gotten.
I need your help, Angel.
I know.
Knew it when I saw you. Knew it when you made love.
Know it's the only reason you're here now.
Angel...
Kid outside worships me.
I give him kale and he'll slice you into dozen pieces
and throw you in the Thames.
Shouldn't have done what you did to me.
Swore if I ever saw you again, I'd fuck you back.
So this is it?
You turned on too many old friends, me included.
Now you can leave.
Alex Tyree, you're in room 207. Elevator's to the left.
- Thank you. - Wanna walk off the cab ride?
As opposed to a massage?
Luke will take any luggage for you.
Thank you, Luke.
With pleasure, sir.
Throw it on the bed.
You call this April?
Should've listened to Carmen and wore a warmer jacket.
So you staying at the hotel?
Well, I lived in Langley for three years.
I don't keep a place in the UK anymore.
Stranger in your own town, huh?
Geddes wants us to work with his babysitter
but they won't be here till morning.
This ain't a walk for our health, is it?
It's a long shot.
There's a potential intelligence source.
- Taxi. - Ah.
Her name's Angel, ex-IRA,
and she's got a real axe to grind when it comes to McBride.
Let's hope she feels like talking.
Nice company you keep, Smith.
People looking to stay in our good grace, you know how it is.
No, I don't. Not really.
I'm many things to many people,
and today, I get to call in a favor.
Mm-hmm.
Long time, no see, you British cunt.
How are you anyway, filthy Irish trollop.
I was all right until yous arrived
stinking up my drinking space.
Can I join you for a drink?
Or is looking at your reflection caused you to, you know,
empty the bar already?
You brought your girlfriend here.
Part of the States you're from, yeah?
Texas, ma'am.
Great state of Texas.
Well, you may want to invest in some local wardrobe.
You stand out like a baller in sweatpants.
I know what yous want, Smith.
Hmm. Bad news travels fast.
Get outta here.
Give us some privacy, you fucking apes.
I'm trying to have a private conversation.
Don't screw me around, Angel.
You know me better than that.
Sit down. Sit down.
He's here in town, for sure.
You're not gonna find him without my help.
Why should I believe anything you have to say about him?
You're hardly a disinterested party.
I know what you're implying,
but anything between McBride and me died
when he took my fucking eye.
Hmm. 'Cause I heard he saved your life after the attack
where you lost your eye.
You heard fucking wrong.
You expect me to believe that any animosity you have for McBride
is motivation enough to sully your reputation?
- I want money. - Ah.
Cash money.
Man's fucking dangerous.
So in addition, I'll be wanting three men released.
Not parole, but released.
These lads need a clean record to get their year citizenship.
So much harder since 9/11.
You can appreciate that, don't you, Ranger?
You don't have anything.
I can negotiate a visa entry.
And arrange for leniency, customs and immigrations
in extenuating circumstances, you see.
You have my word on it.
You'll find McBride when you find Oleg.
Checked in two days ago. Room 27.
Right.
Jesus.
You sure take me to the nicest places, Smith.
Just make sure you stay behind me.
Ahh.
McBride finds out I'm in town,
he'll go Casper on us, which gives us hours not days.
And time is of the essence.
What is that?
They told me to leave my .45 at home.
You are just an observer here, Tyree.
Study shows it's a lot more dangerous
when law enforcement are armed.
Weren't dangerous, wouldn't need one.
You think your sweet talking Irish friend set us up?
That's always a possibility. Check that way.
What a rat's nest.
Football.
This is CSI Smith. We need backup.
223 Green Street, Hackney.
We have one armed suspect.
Automatic weapon.
He has a gun. We are receiving fire.
You should have killed me when you had the chance, you motherfucker.
Stop! Stop! You fucking freeze.
Don't you fucking dare. Agh!
Fuck! You okay?
Go. Go.
Hold it! Freeze!
- You all right, mate? - Tyree, cease fire! Civilian!
Police! Drop your gun! Now!
No! This is MCA official business.
We're on active assignment. Check my ID. Check it.
Technical branch performed a digital forensic
on the cell phone you acquired, Smith.
Belongs to Oleg Jakovenko,
McBride's second in command, a worthy target of opportunity.
Tragic that you let him slip away.
If Jakovenko is in London, then McBride's nearby.
Give me access to the data, let me find him, Control.
An arresting officer has already gone on record
saying that someone in a cowboy hat
fired shots at a fleeing suspect in a crowded area.
Even allowing for certain quaint West Texas customs,
uh, wouldn't you agree that that was quite reckless?
Last time I saw him,
he murdered my friend and partner, chief.
You don't forget a man does that to you.
Give me something that I can take to the agency executive.
Parliamentary council is breathing down their necks.
Nobody enjoys parrying questions from Etonians
with no concept of field intelligence.
They're actually already talking about a possible scapegoat.
Any reason I shouldn't give them one?
Ranger Tyree is the only asset
that's seen Declan McBride in person.
We're British Intelligence.
We have considerable assets, don't we?
Use them.
Convince me that you are the right team
for this assignment.
I need concrete evidence
that McBride is operating on British soil.
Ad colligenda bona.
Thanks, boss.
And I will also need a written report, Ranger Tyree,
about yesterday's action.
I wasn't sure what I thought of you, chief.
I'm just a simple operative like you.
Perhaps.
I'm sure we're gonna get along very, very well, Ranger.
Mm-hmm.
Count it.
I trust you.
Don't ever trust a terrorist.
It's just... I need the moneys, desperately.
Mm. All men are desperate one way or another.
During the Troubles, the British SAS,
they had a Nemesis program
where they take Republican prisoners into the woods
and disappear them,
never to be seen again.
I'm gonna give more to your family than the British gave us.
Join me for a drink, Ranger?
My stomach's saying breakfast,
but a drink will do.
You got family in the UK?
Scattered to the four winds.
Mr. Smith, is he American?
Oh. Mr. Smith was my father.
Spend a lot of time in hotels, so wedding ring's a deterrent.
- Ah. - I don't like small talk.
Yeah. Tough to have a laugh doing what we do.
My ex-wife always wanted kids.
I was never home long enough to seal the deal.
By the time I was ready,
she'd already left me.
Yeah, I wouldn't have a relationship in this line of work.
Mm.
My father left a unfixable void when he died.
It's not fair.
What would your next step be if we were in Texas?
Hunt him
relentlessly.
I convinced technical branch
to share the data transcript from Oleg's phone.
We were able to trace a number.
Initiative, Smith. I like it.
Here's to that.
Thank you for your hospitality.
They'll have more reinforcements. We have to move!
Get to the street and don't look back. Go.
Come on, let's have you.
The woman shot me.
Get the fuck in.
It's gonna sting.
- All right. - Ugh.
- You're tough. - Mm.
- There we go. - They targeted us.
That means we've got their attention.
Well, if he's smart,
he'll cancel whatever plans he has and break camp.
Then we've lost him.
You need to rest this arm.
Your system's going into shock.
You'll get sleepy, but that's okay. I'll be here.
All right, little press.
Ah.
Hm.
You did good today.
Went against him when he had you dead to rights.
Yeah, you saved my life.
Gave, uh, them folks a reason to run.
Probably got yourself into a lot of trouble with Control.
That takes guts.
With that little pistol too.
Don't knock my little pistol.
I'm gonna dig us up some grub,
Shock wears off, it leaves a hell of an appetite.
Thank you, Ranger.
Alex.
Thank you, Alex.
Don't want you coming after me
with that little pistol of yours.
Ah. There you go.
Here. Drink will make you feel better.
Here you go.
Reggie, bring that down to the man.
Good boy.
I have fond memories of our time together, Declan,
but I can't say I'm happy about seeing you
under these circumstances.
We need to talk.
In front of the boy?
Ah, don't worry about him.
Our special, sweet-minded boy.
God chose to touch his mind.
Declan...
what you do now, you do for the love of chaos.
It's not what you were.
We were part of something bigger than us.
There's a certain grace in crusading for lost causes.
I'm finished with lost causes, doc.
Reggie, give us a song, will you?
"The Foggy Dew." Good lad.
I thought you said he didn't talk.
He doesn't talk, but he does sing.
♪ As down the glen one Easter morn ♪
♪ To a city fair rode I
♪ There armed lines of marching men ♪
♪ In squadrons passed me by
♪ No pipe did hum
♪ No battle drum
♪ Did sound its loud tattoo
♪ But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells ♪
- ♪ Rang out in the foggy dew
Good lad, good lad. Well done.
Angel's been talking.
Three of our men, prisoners in Belmarsh Prison
had their sentences exonerated.
Word on the street...
diplomatic pressure from above.
If you got something to say,
then you spit it out.
You're on your own now, Declan,
everyone is turning against you, even her.
Even your angel.
You don't know anything.
What I did for your friend over there
is my repayment to the debt I owe you.
When you leave here tonight,
don't ever come back.
Bingo.
Oh.
I found us some food,
if you can call it that.
Listen.
I had a friend dig a little deeper
- on Oleg Jakovenko. - Oh, yeah?
Sentenced to 40 years hard labor
in Lukianivska Prison for war crimes.
Here, you should eat something.
I don't eat pork.
He escaped with McBride and two other prisoners,
and during the escape,
Oleg killed the two guards who were watching McBride.
Yeah, sounds like a real charmer.
Oh, yeah.
Interpol alert for Northern Ireland, Libya, Iran,
Chechnya, Bosnia, Rwanda.
I mean, the list reads like a soldier of fortune world tour.
Look, McBride's planning something.
But why did he break cover to kill you?
Well, he ain't special.
I bring him in, head down over the saddle,
just like any other horse thief.
I forget that's how you actually speak.
I had an instructor used to tell us,
there's two types in this game.
Those on the run, and those doing the hunting.
And, man, McBride's a man on the run, that's all.
Hmm.
The address on the Ukrainian cell phone could be nothing.
Wanna go look?
What could possibly go wrong?
I'm thinking maybe this is McBride's safe house.
We bust enough of 'em,
think it'll get us back in good graces with Control?
Get off the phone. Get off the fucking phone.
- And who the fuck are you? - Ah.
- Get off the phone. - What the fuck are you doing?
- Get up. - What are you-- Ow!
Anya, who did you call?
Fucking Tooth Fairy. Who do you think?
- He's upstairs. - How did you know?
Well, he's written "Russian gangster, Room 212" right here.
- Seriously? - I did not fucking write that.
Sit the fuck down. Don't fucking move.
Fucking hell.
Yes, ma'am.
Getting that déjà vu feeling.
You wanna call for backup?
Please.
Don't touch any firearms.
Did he really write "Russian gangster"?
No. I just wanted to see his reaction.
This is the only occupied room.
Freedom fighting is many things,
but glamorous it isn't.
Irishman's tied a tin can to our tail.
Fuck. Fire escape?
Nah, he'd have thought of that.
So?
We got the advantage.
How's that?
He thinks he got the drop on us.
On my mother's, I catched him.
I won't tell him a word. I promise.
Please, they came bowling in here.
I didn't even get a fucking chance to speak.
They took my phone off me and all.
Oh, God!
Have you stopped shooting my men?
Becoming very difficult to find gunmen.
But after these ones, what am I gonna do?
Put your fucking hands up!
I knew you weren't dead when I left you in desert.
I told him it was a mistake not to finish you.
Will you pass me a napkin, Ranger?
Something in my eye.
Why are you with this outfit, Oleg?
Discretion is like the calcium in my bones, Ranger.
You could help me bring him in.
When you're in Texas, we say,
first to talk is the first to walk.
He's waited a long time to see this city burn.
- Stop! - Government agent.
I got a government agent here.
You do fine, easy fellas.
One suspect.
I have an injured suspect wearing an IED explosive vest.
We need a bomb squad here now!
Go get 'em, fellas.
An embarrassing result.
Ah, we look good together.
Uh, perhaps not the kind of image
the agency is hoping to purvey.
Can either of you give me a reason why I don't punish you
to the full extent of my authority?
We except full responsibility for the indiscretion, Control.
An explanation will be outlined in detail in my report.
Mm-hmm.
You've had a promising career up to now, Agent Smith.
Expert in diplomatic protocol and procedure.
Frankly, I am shocked by your reckless behavior.
Having said that,
evidence we recovered led us to a nuclear scientist
with a painkiller addiction.
It seems that he sold a quantity
of high isotope uranium 235 to McBride.
He's making a dirty bomb?
We're putting every agent in the field.
Intel says McBride will be ready to strike next week.
We need to get to work then.
Eleven EOD has one of your shooters in isolation.
He was wearing a suicide vest that failed to detonate.
Fortune favors the bold.
Drop a logistics waiver and get over there.
Quickish.
Information on the prisoner's family.
Tell me about the ordinance.
Layered PD4 derivative,
detonator enveloped inside the accelerant.
High pressure water cutter?
There's an RDX crystal compound on the detonator,
safeguards against tampering.
I haven't seen anything this advanced since the EOD school.
Open the security door.
I wish to talk to the prisoner.
This guy hear us through this thing?
I can turn on two-way for you, sir.
McBride talked you into blowing yourself up.
What's your family think about that?
"Every soul shall have a taste of death."
"But only on the day of judgment
shall you be paid in full."
You know the words?
I do.
They are just words to you.
Gor. Gor.
How do we find Declan McBride?
You have your mission.
Mine is to protect my family.
Full diplomatic protection.
They'll be in a secure location by tomorrow morning.
You have my word.
He's gonna do it.
I love them.
He has left.
What?
He spoke about finding a glass skylight,
a window from a tall building.
When? Where?
Overlooking the river.
The ancient clock.
Where you don't buy hope.
Come what may.
Today is not the end of history.
No...
Oh, boy.
RDX relay has been engaged.
You have 30 seconds to get out of there, Smith.
Gor...
Show them where to find my family.
Gor, can you disarm it?
Disarm it! Gor!
- Smith, get outta there. - Gor!
The agent needs to exit the bomb bay now.
What a waste.
Not to his way of thinking.
Delusions of grandeur.
Hebephrenic schizophrenia.
In Texas, we'd say not enough cotton balls on a bush
to haul a full trailer to the gin...
if you know what I'm saying.
Eh, he thinks he's one of his heroes.
Michael Collins. George Washington.
Struggling against the British. Wants fame.
Mm, it's not much use if you're dead or in prison.
Mm, thought process don't work like that.
McKinley's assassin bought a pearl-handled revolver
so it would look nice in a museum next to his photo.
It's not next week.
It's in two days.
April 24th.
The Easter Monday uprising against the British,
April 24th, 1916.
Ancient clock. Big Ben near Houses of Parliament.
He's gonna launch a dirty bomb.
Not bad.
But you got there 'cause of my comment about Michael Collins, didn't you?
Really?
In 1954, French forces suffered a defeat so definitive
that they withdrew all colonial forces
and quit the conflict in Indochina.
To surprise the French,
Viet men had attacked from mountains overlooking the French positions,
dismantling their artillery and carried on bicycles
on women's backs up into the mountain.
In front of me, Mr. Kashmiri,
is a 152-millimeter Howitzer
smuggled into the country piece by piece.
Reassembled
and aimed directly at the House of Parliament.
You have performed your task remarkably, Brother McBride.
Now I must ask you to step away.
Step away?
This is the single greatest terrorist plot since 9/11
and you're asking me to stand down
before the command performance?
The threat is greater than the act.
Until it is proved that we can do what we promise,
we can negotiate our demands.
Demands?
You're just another fucking politician.
I am Aden Kashmiri!
Your spiritual leader!
You will do as I command and stand down, McBride.
Stand down!
The blood of the prophet runs in me. Don't do it!
I thought you'd quit.
Killed Protestants in the name of the Catholic faith.
Buddhists in the name of China.
Hindus in the name of Buddha.
I killed Christians in the name of Islam,
and now they ask me to stop.
Bloody religions. To hell, them all.
I'll drink to that.
The ranger will be coming.
Time to finish old business.
Let's go.
Chopper unit with FLIR
discovered an off-the-charts radium deposit.
Requires at least 50 pounds of isotope
to give off a reading that intense.
Thanks, sir.
I served in Kyrgyzstan and Syria, Ranger.
You don't see it. You don't smell it.
You don't hear it.
It kills absolutely and without warning.
I am not sending my men in there.
- But I need to go in. - Well, you can do as you wish,
but you're gonna have to wait until the area's evacuated.
Evacuated?
I ordered a two-mile radius evacuated,
and when it is, I'm hitting that building with a JDAM explosive missile.
I need time. We need this guy alive.
He's our only link to Aden Kashmiri.
A JDAM missile will take out the entire block.
Give me two rocket launchers
on the building across the street,
and wait for my order.
I can give you 30 minutes, Smith,
and then we're hitting the building whether you're out or not.
Am I clear?
We need to be careful.
We don't want McBride triggering this thing.
We'll catch him like a rabbit.
Cage will be on him before he knows what hit him.
I'll take care of this guy.
I'll go upstairs, I'll wait for you.
Security building's been breached.
By a tall piece of piss wearing a ten-gallon hat.
Oleg will take care of it.
Move out.
Ranger.
We're getting old,
and the men we break in are just getting younger.
I drink vodka in the morning to ease the pain of a long life.
Is that machine gun fire I'm hearing, Smith?
I need more time, lieutenant, you gotta give me something.
You have 25 minutes left.
Modern ammunition wait for no man, Ranger.
We never finished our dance.
This is ridiculous.
Look at us.
Maybe. But you took my eye.
Each time we meet, you get the worst of it.
Beginner's luck. Ha.
Three times? Throw in the towel, son.
Maybe I got hit in the head too many times, Ranger.
But to get to him, you must go through me.
Stay down, Oleg.
Not possible.
It don't need to be like this.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
You look like you've been hit by a truck.
- I'm just an observer, Smith. - Only that was like
the fourth fucking time.
Just need to catch my breath.
Okay, I mean, take a minute,
- but we kind of need to go. - I'm good to go.
You sure?
- Good to go. - Okay, take this gun.
We've got 20 minutes.
McBride is dug in on the seventh floor.
Right.
The raw isotope has now impregnated the explosive.
RDD is ready for the final mission, sir.
I don't expect allegiance from any of you when the job's done.
I'll understand if you and your men want to cut out.
We've spoken about it, and we stand by you.
No one else fucking has.
Not women,
family,
even friends.
Yous the only ones that have.
Well, then,
Let's get to it, shall we?
All 11 targets painted, ma'am.
Ready to engage at your command.
You're a hundred percent sure you can neutralize the threat?
They have not armed the uranium device.
We can hit them now, but the window closes if they arm it.
We are on the sixth floor,
so just keep that fire localized.
You may wanna brace for this, Ranger.
Smith, you need to move. Move now.
We have two 84-millimeter rocket launchers
ready to fire.
Fuck!
Engage the enemy, gentlemen.
Fire!
Hit it.
Hold your fucking fire. I'm coming out.
I'm throwing my gun.
We've got him.
Declan McBride, you're not an easy man to find.
Why don't you show me them hands, son?
Here's two I prepared earlier.
Shoot me. We'll salute St. Michael together.
Get on your fucking knees now.
Careful, Ranger. Put the gun down.
You may be suicidal.
Her? Not so sure.
No matter how far I have to track you,
whatever it takes,
I guarantee I will not quit until you're behind bars
or six feet under.
Well, then...
Good luck to you, Ranger.
I repeat, he's on the run.
Lost sight of McBride, Smith.
Repeat. We do not have eyes on the target.
McBride is Charlie Foxtrot.
Orwell said that people sleep peaceably in their beds at night
because rough men, and in our case, rough women,
stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
The world owes you both a great debt of appreciation,
and I want to thank you on behalf of the agency.
Agent Smith, you'll return to your unit.
Ranger Tyree, I assume you'll be leaving us
at your earliest convenience.
Well, I am, and I will.
Happy trails.
I'll be checking my mail.
Seven and three-eighths cattleman.
You want boots to go with it?
Just the hat, Ranger.
You're not going home, are you, Ranger?
Ah, things...
ain't that simple.
We're done. Good guys won.
Got your payback.
When Ranger Daniels graduated from the academy,
married his high school sweetheart.
At their wedding, I promised her I'd look out for him.
That promise ended in the dirt,
side of the road in Laredo County, so...
I've got to make good on that.
You're going after him?
Don't reckon I have a choice.
The DEA drone over Sinaloa, Mexico
spotted what they think is a smuggling outfit
led by McBride.
They have me deep in another project,
or I would be there with you.
I'll send you all the information we have.
Good luck, Alex.
Ranger Tyree.
You come all the way down here for me?
It's the law of the jungle out here.
You ready to commit to that, Ranger?
Get your boots on.
You gonna kill all of us?
Well, I'd prefer not to.
You're all on your lonesome.
I asked you to get your boots on.
Don't make me repeat myself.
Fine.
That was foolish.
Agh!
Don't you have a life, Ranger?
There's two types in this game, McBride.
Those on the run, and those doing the hunting.
Dead or alive.
Your choice.
I thought so.
Tie something around that leg. Use it as a tourniquet.
It's a long walk.
You got this covered, Ranger?
Chief.
You're gonna find a mess of deceased smugglers back yonder.
Once again, I'm indebted to you.
Many people will not think it so.
I believe a man should always celebrate a job well done.
Ciggaro?
I like your line of reasoning, chief.
All right.
It might be a better arrangement
to have the Irishman buried with his mules.
You know, I'm right here, chief.
Might just come to that, Ignacio.
I might suggest to stay clear out of Mexico
for a-- a decade or so.
Adios, Ranger!
And that's all it took to take me down?
One riot, and one fucking ranger.
Just doing my job.
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