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[tense music playing]
[waves gently crashing]
[seagull squawking]
[car horns honking]
[police siren wailing, whooping]
[man 1 on radio] Team Six. Team Six.
You are cleared to proceed. Over.
[man 2] Copy that.
[police siren wailing]
[siren wailing stops]
[female voice] ...European summit will not only improve
the damaged transatlantic relations
but solve the most festering issues
between the U.S. and its European allies.
Yet tension remains sky-high as France and Germany
have repeatedly accused United States
of intensifying their war on terror
using secret armies of mercenaries
to carry out various political assassinations
in North Africa.
America has obviously denied all this.
Over the past week,
President Lane held numerous one-on-one...
meetings with the European leaders to offer an olive branch.
It is time to put the past lows behind us.
I am here to build bridges
and opportunities for all our peoples.
The tide of conflict and misunderstandings
must recede.
My presidency does not,
and will not meddle in the affairs
of other nations.
America is here to offer counsel
to its allies, not weapons.
Vaccines, not bullets.
- [loud crash] - [objects clatter]
Clear!
- Clear! - Clear!
[Hart over radio] Any sign of the target?
[squad leader] No, sir. Not yet.
[tense music playing]
[squad member] The back room is clear, sir.
[squad leader] Colonel, there is something here on the table.
[paper rustles]
How could you let him get away? Goddamn it.
[phone rings]
What?
Ryder?
Ryder, is that you?
Ryder, you've gotta stop this madness.
There's no time for theatrics.
[engine rumbles, stops]
[Ryder] Theatrics? That's funny coming from you.
Ryder, where are you?
I can talk to you. I can come to you. Wherever you are, I can get there fast.
Tell me where you are.
Can you get there faster than a bullet?
[tense music playing]
Find me Ryder Ward!
Point all the satellites at Valletta!
He's going after the president!
[shouting, cheering]
[cell phone vibrates]
We're running out of time. Let's go.
Excuse me, sir. Shouldn't--
[taser zaps]
[crowd clamoring]
[zips]
We're in the shitter here. We have no time to waste.
Come on! Come on!
[cell phone vibrates]
[tense music intensifies]
[inaudible]
[crowd clamoring]
[inaudible]
[cell phone vibrates]
- What? - [Hart] We have a major problem.
What did you say?
Operative 3519 has snapped.
He's going after the president.
[gunshot]
[women screaming]
[revving]
[somber music playing]
[engines whooshing]
[stamp thuds]
Welcome to Malta. Next.
- [indistinct chatter] - [indistinct PA announcement]
- Hey, how's it going? - Great. How are you?
Good. It's great to see you.
Surprise!
Oh, it certainly is a surprise.
- [chuckles] - How you doing, beauty?
- Good, how are you? - I'm good. Look at you, how beautiful.
- Wow. -"Wow"?
- That's all we have to say? - How'd it happen?
- Well-- - You need me to explain the process?
[laughs] I mean, I can if you want. I just figured
at your advanced age, you'd know this shit already.
- At my advanced age? - Yeah.
Stop it. [chuckles]
I appreciate you coming, man. It means a lot.
I always come, man. Always.
- We had an agreement. - I know. I know.
There's money to be made. Good money.
- Yeah. - We-can-retire kind of money.
Well, I am retired, and there's always money to be made
but we agreed we wouldn't work for this son of a bitch.
- [Bulldog] I know, but I got-- - Guys.
Come on. No business talk yet.
- Let's go. - No. Okay.
- [Jenna chuckles] - Blame him.
Yeah, always. What are you doing?
[chuckles]
You sure you wanna do this, man?
You're having a baby.
Hey, it's all good, man.
I got this.
We got this.
You gotta trust me, okay?
Yeah, I trust you.
You trust me?
I trust you.
Good.
Are you okay with this?
[soft acoustic music playing]
["Give Me Your Hand" playing]
♪
- [music fades] - [van revs]
You need a woman in your life.
I had one. It didn't work out.
Pity. I miss Salena.
[Bulldog] I heard she has her own outfit now in Rome.
- [Jenna] Mm-hmm. - Yeah, I heard that.
It's none of my business.
You're gonna love the new place.
It's got a gym, pool, private beach.
We call it The Fortress.
It's like a five-star resort.
- It sounds great. - [light chuckle]
Does it have a nursery?
[rock music playing]
[engine stops]
[waves crashing in distance]
Yo! Ladies!
- Yeah! - [all clamoring]
Wow. Jesus, Mary and the Saints.
We've really scraped the bottom of the barrel!
Now you know how I fucking feel.
- Oh, yeah. - Welcome back, brother.
- You guys are getting fat! - [laughs] Yeah.
[Ryder] How are you? Good to see you, brother.
[Santiago] You too. Get over here.
- [men laugh] - [Ryder] You're all getting fat!
Alright, he's here. Gotta go.
[all] Ah! Boom! Boom!
[laughter]
I swore I heard you say that you quit.
- I did quit. - No, no. I believe
his exact words were, "You'd sooner find me dead
- than on another mission." Yeah. - Another mission. This...
- [Jenna laughs] - This is my very last mission.
- One more mission. - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, look who made it.
That's a great suit.
You running for governor?
It's time for you to start believing in something again.
I'm very sorry about what happened in Syria.
I really am.
We lost a lot of good men.
It's always sad when the shit hits the fan.
Shit didn't hit the fan, Colonel.
You fucked up.
We almost didn't make it out alive.
I'm gonna do this one more time, Colonel.
For my brother.
And then we're done.
I don't wanna see you again.
[rock music playing]
[howling]
[laughter]
The dead can't return...
but the living...
can be saved.
[glass thuds]
[men clapping, laughing]
[Hart] Operation Brimstone.
As always, our job is to hunt down those with influence
and those that abuse their power,
and eliminate them by any means necessary.
Our target,
Khalid Mustafa Atef.
Once a simple farmer, he has now grown to be
one of the most powerful warlords in Libya.
He sounds nice.
[Hart] Reliable intel tells us
Russia and China both have a strong interest in this region.
He needs to be stopped
before we're dragged into a proxy war.
- [tense music playing] - [clicks]
[clacking]
[clicks, thuds]
Alright, boys.
Let's go hunting.
[tense music intensifies]
[whirring]
[Hart] Now, as always, you're gonna have a specific task, each of you.
You're gonna be dropped three clicks from the target on the outskirts of Sirte.
Your drop-off is your pick-up.
If you're not back by 0300 hours,
prepare for a nice long hike back to Tunisia.
- [clanks] - [helicopter whirring]
[tense music continues]
[helicopter receding]
[insects trilling]
[rustling]
[wind whooshing]
[rustling]
[dog panting]
Khalid has taken over the Grand Hotel
that was built by Qaddafi to house world leaders.
He's transformed this bombed-out hotel
into his military headquarters.
Question. Is the Jacuzzi still working?
'Cause I might wanna soak my balls
- after this fight. - [laughter]
[breathes deeply]
This is not some bush league militia
you're gonna face.
Our guy has acquired an envious arsenal.
These men are well-equipped.
You'll be facing a growing army of professional soldiers.
[tense music sting]
[Hart] Now our first task is to isolate Khalid.
- [silenced gunshots] - [man groans]
[bodies thud]
We need to cut off his communications with the outside world.
Forty feet underground
beneath the Grand Hall, lies his bunker.
This is where you will find him.
This is where you will kill him.
Khalid is engaged in a war on two fronts as we speak.
And most of his men are engaged in battle.
Satellite images show us that his bunker is protected
only by the elite of the Sidi Omar Brigade.
Twenty men, heavily armed rabid fanatics.
Rosebud and Femi, you're gonna set up
on the third floor.
Guard the whole perimeter.
[insects trilling]
[Hart] There are security cameras that are throughout the building,
so we're gonna need to have Hollywood set up shop
in the electrical substation at the back of the hotel.
[keys jingle]
[Hart] We need to be invisible.
- [silenced gunshot] - [keys jingle]
[rattles, clanks]
[gate creaks]
You sure this will work?
[Hollywood exhales] One hundred percent sure.
Yeah, right.
It's the only way
to get into an air-gapped system.
We need to increase the strain of the power supply
on the solar-metered ultrasonic frequencies
and transport... [pants] our information.
It's fucking genius.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. It's all Chinese to me.
Just make sure you get it.
It's physics.
Room clear.
[rifle clacks]
[thuds]
[Rosebud] Set.
In the nest, over.
[Femi on comms] Hold up. We got a guard upstairs from you.
Hollywood, how are we doing?
Need help with those cameras.
[faint beeping]
[glitches]
Sharpen the arrows, for it's the vengeance of the Lord.
[praying in Spanish]
Hey, brother.
Can you tell him your nice speech just a little bit faster?
Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.
- [clinks] - [groans]
- [bullet casing clinks] - [thuds]
[Rosebud] All clear.
One between you and the target.
[keyboard clacks]
- [glitches] - [mutters]
[breathes deeply]
I need to update my equipment.
Something feels off. My Spidey sense is tingling.
And here comes the poor man's light show.
[keyboard clacks]
- Go! - [static buzzing]
- [footsteps tapping] - [thuds]
- [silenced gunshot] - [groans, thuds]
[Hollywood] Okay, guys.
We made it. Khalid is ours.
- [loud thud] - [metal clanks]
[thudding]
[sharp exhale] The target is gone.
I repeat, the target is gone.
- What the fuck is going on? - Um...
[tense music buildup]
[beeping]
Oh, fuck.
- [fast beeping] - [explosion]
Fuck!
- It's a trap. - They're everywhere.
Come on! Get out!
Eyes! Eyes! Look at me! You good?
- I'm okay. - Alright. Breathe. Breathe. Go!
- [silenced gunshot] - [groans, thuds]
- [silenced gunshots] - [groaning]
[silenced gunshots]
Contact front! We need to move! We need to move now!
I'm coming.
[silenced gunshots]
[groans]
- [silenced gunshots] - [groaning]
[yells]
[both grunting]
[groaning, grunting]
[groans]
- [silenced gunshots] - [groans]
Move! Move! Move!
[silenced gunshot]
Put your guns down!
[grunts]
[bullet shells clinks]
Tell the Lord to do what he can to save us now!
The Lord is always with us.
- [groans] - [gun thuds]
[yelling]
- [groans] - [thuds]
[gun clicks]
[knives clink]
- [whooshes] - [clicks]
[groaning]
[grunting]
- [silenced gunshots] - [groaning]
Break right!
[gunfire]
[groans]
- Shit! - [gunshots]
Eddie, stay with me, brother.
Santa Maria... [praying indistinctly]
- [thudding] - [knives clinking]
- [opponent groans] - [machete clinks]
- [silenced gunshots] - [groaning]
[Ryder] We gotta move!
- No! - [groans]
- [grunts] - [groans]
[groans]
[blood splatters]
[knives thud]
[tense music intensifies]
[praying indistinctly]
RPG!
[explosion]
[rocks crumbling]
[Hart in Arabic] You see, Khalid.
Our intel is always correct.
These mercenaries were coming to kill you.
This country can be yours
if you want it.
And what do you want? In return?
I'm a simple man.
I just want to keep my country safe...
and make friends with aligning interests.
- [Femi groaning] - [militia men grunting]
[grunting, panting]
- [grunting] - [groaning]
[breathing heavily]
- [silenced gunshot] - [thuds]
[panting]
[sharp exhale, grunts]
[grunting, panting]
[gunfire]
- [thuds] - [bullet shell clinks]
[Hart in Arabic]I don't have all day, Khalid.
[scoffs]
It's a deal.
[in English] I was hoping you'd say that.
[in Arabic] I'll be in touch.
- [laughs] - [call ends]
[footsteps tap]
- Move! Faster! - I can't!
- [grunts] - Move! You fucking can move.
- Move! - [groans]
- [body thuds] - [Bulldog grunts]
- [groans] - [explodes]
[both groan]
- You good? - [panting] Oh, no. I'm bad.
- How bad? - [panting] Real fucking bad.
- [panting] - [gunfire in distance]
I guess you're not gonna leave me, huh?
- [gunshots] - [indistinct shouting]
You go, I go.
Oh, fuck you. [groans]
[groans, pants]
- [militia men groan] - [gunfire]
[militia men groan]
[groans, pants]
Fuck. I'm out. [breathing heavily]
- [gunfire continues] - [breathing heavily]
I'm sorry, brother.
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
No!
[gunfire]
[clinks]
- [explodes] - [militia men yell]
No, no, no, no! No.
I got you. Look at me!
What did you do? What the fuck did you do? What did you do?!
Open your eyes. Open your eyes. You're okay.
Hey, you're okay!
Fuck.
Tommy. Tommy...
[breathing heavily]
[sobbing]
Fuck.
[sobbing]
Any news yet?
I still haven't heard anything.
Still waiting.
How's the baby?
Good. I just...
I just have this bad feeling.
Why don't you run on back to bed?
I'll come get you a soon as the bird picks 'em up, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
[Jenna thuds]
[Maria] American President Lane has just touched down in Portugal,
making his first official stop
of "Vaccine, Not Bullets" European tour.
All eyes on President Lane
as he breaks bread for the first time
with Portuguese Socialist President, Ana Nazario.
His female counterpart has, for years, been openly critical
- of U.S. foreign policy. - Champagne, sir?
[Maria] President Lane was all smiles this morning
as he insisted with his counterpart
that his patriotism has a humane face.
[grand music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[footsteps approaching]
Hello. Shall we dance?
Not now. Thank you.
[footsteps receding]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Thank you so much.
[clears throat]
Thanks.
No one's arguing with his reputation
but given our very public stance on international relations,
his history is toxic.
It's just that, sir, history.
What you're getting from Hart is experience, results.
I'm not sure we can afford his kind of results.
He's taken care of our problems without flinching.
Iraq, Libya, Chechnya. I can keep going.
Oh, goddamn it. I'm trying to get the world
to fall in love with America again.
Hart is always bad news.
And when the press hears of this...
They don't need to hear anything.
I can delay the announcement to the outside world.
[sighs]
Forever.
Well, I'm not sure.
Respectfully, Hart is not the brand, sir.
You are. He will be strictly behind the scenes.
You really trust him?
With my life.
Feels to me like we're inviting the bull into the China shop.
Look, I get it. The world hates him, but we need him.
We can't just sit on our behinds and hope for the best.
Singing "Kumbaya" won't deter our enemies.
"Vaccines, Not Bullets" is what we're selling.
That's correct, sir. That-that-- That's what we're selling,
but behind the scenes,
we need to be ready for any eventuality.
We're hearing chatter.
Dangerous chatter.
What do you mean?
What have you heard?
[breathes deeply]
Mostly whispers because we're flying blind.
That's why I'm pushing "he who shall not be named"
to avoid a 9/11-level event...
- on your watch. - [scoffs]
Sir...
Hart is merely an insurance policy.
A heavily classified
insurance policy.
Good,
because if the media get wind of this,
my reputation, everything I've built--
It won't happen.
I won't let it.
We'll give him a London post.
The Lair.
Just for a trial run.
Very good, sir.
[suspenseful music playing]
We are at war, ladies and gentlemen.
An undeclared war, but a war nonetheless.
Our enemies aim to topple the systems
that keep our very way of life in check
and I would sooner die
than let those systems fail.
Let us begin.
[suspenseful music playing]
[revs]
[engine stops]
[sighs]
[whispering]
Check the cameras.
[club music playing]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
- [club music playing] - [indistinct chatter]
Go and give that bastard a nice warm welcome.
[women laughing]
Can you tell Salena, "Ryder's here"?
There is no Salena here.
[grunting]
- [woman screams] - [yells]
[groaning]
- [yells] - [glass shatters]
[grunting]
- [grunts] - [crowd screams]
- [yells] - [crowd screams]
[grunting continues]
- [grunting] - [groaning]
- [yells] - [slams]
[thuds]
[breathes deeply]
- [chain clinking] - [breathing heavily]
- [footsteps approaching] - [breathing heavily]
I hope I didn't mess up your night.
[chain clinks]
Was this really necessary?
[clicks tongue]
They told me...
you were dead.
[Ryder exhales]
Well, it's happy...
Well, happy to see you too.
You know, to, um,
tell me you're alive...
[sharp exhale]
[soft grunt]
I was busy.
[footsteps tapping]
I cried for you.
Stupid me.
Cut him loose.
[chain clinks]
- [groans] - [chain clanks]
So why are you here?
Revenge.
When isn't it?
They're dead.
All of them.
And the baby?
[sighs]
[grunting]
- Who? - [Ryder exhales]
Hart.
He's untouchable now.
Runs with the big dogs now.
I don't want him.
I'm gonna break the system.
You're out of your mind.
Nobody breaks the system.
So what does all this have to do with me?
I need a team.
I need you, Salena.
Good luck, Ryder.
I'm sorry I missed your funeral.
I promise to attend the next one.
[footsteps receding]
Oh...
Are you gonna make it?
Ha ha!
- Good job, Grandpa. - Nice move.
Uh-huh.
That was close.
[cell phone vibrates]
Excuse me, ladies.
[cell phone continues vibrating]
Yeah? It's not a good time right now.
[Joshua] Switch on your TV.
[anchorman on TV]The video showing a clandestine
and a controversial operation in Libya
has recently surfaced online
to an investigative journalism organization and claims
that this botched mission was one of many sanctioned by the U.S.
to prevent more trouble in the war-torn region.
The State Department has so far declined to comment.
It was supposed to be buried. Forgotten.
Yeah. Well, apparently, that didn't happen.
Did you see all the bodies?
You embarrass me.
Solve it.
[thuds]
Is everything okay, Dad?
Yeah. Yeah, everything's gonna be okay.
Okay, guys. Dig in.
[keyboards clacking]
Any progress?
We're working on it. [exhales]
Work faster.
This video was uploaded somewhere in Rome.
We're using the Pegasus technology
to cross-reference our target's facial features
against all data retrieved.
We will find him, sir.
Sir, I have something.
[mouse clicks]
- [Hart] When was that? - [operative] Three days ago.
Call Rome.
[operative] Yes, sir.
["Libiamo Ne' Lieti Calici" plays on record player]
- [tires screech] - [revving]
[indistinct radio chatter]
["Libiamo Ne' Lieti Calici" continues playing]
[laser baton zapping]
[Ryder panting]
- [grunts] - [groans]
- [thuds] - [music stops]
- [grunts] - [thuds]
[tense music playing]
- [laser baton zapping] - [groaning]
- [laser baton zapping] - [grunting]
[yelling, grunting]
- [yelling, grunting] - [laser baton zapping]
- [yelling] - [groaning]
[grunting]
[groaning]
- [groaning] - [grunting]
[groans]
[bullet thuds]
[officer] The target is gone! Target is gone!
Find him!
[revs]
[foreboding music playing]
[engine stops]
[Ryder groans in pain]
- [Salena] Okay... - [exhales]
- He needs a doctor. - Oh, I don't need a fucking doctor.
- Oh, behave. - [groans]
That doesn't look too good.
- [mutters] - No, he'll be fine.
- [exhales] Yeah. - Just get the morphine.
[sighs deeply]
- Jesus. - [groans]
The mess you get into.
[exhales deeply]
- Ryder? Ryder. - [groans]
- Stay with me. - [grunts]
Get the morphine!
- [distorted] You alright? - Yeah.
[distorted sound]
I appreciate you coming, man.
[laughter]
You gotta trust me.
[explodes]
Eyes! Look at me! Look at me!
[yells, groans]
I'm sorry, brother.
No!
[groaning]
[door creaks]
[birds chirping]
[Salena] Ah.
Look who's finally awake.
That's a hell of a spread you have here.
It's my great escape.
My sanctuary.
Away from lunatics and prying eyes.
Tell me you don't miss it.
How well you know me.
So how's the wounded soldier feeling?
[exhales] Never better.
[Salena] Good.
Hey.
Thank you.
Don't thank me yet.
You haven't seen the bill.
Your face is all over the news.
You're in trouble.
Big trouble.
When am I not?
I have a plan.
You're gonna get yourself killed... again.
[laughs] Maybe.
You need me.
I know.
I asked. You turned me down, remember?
I did.
Don't push it, Ryder.
Come, I'll give you a tour.
[tense music playing]
[singsongy] Hello, hello, hello!
Uncle Paulie's here!
Salena...
[speaks Italian]
[in English] Always more beautiful by the day.
Thank you for doing this at such short notice.
Oh, anything for you...
and your friend.
Come, come. I'll show you.
Now this...
is the best in the market!
- [doors creak] - You trust this guy?
Oh, you have better options?
Self-contained pen!
It's either this or jail.
As you can see here,
orthopedic mattress for comfort.
We have a minibar at the back underneath the desk
with all the whiskey that you need.
You also have a bathroom, but, oh, oh, oh!
No coco in the bathroom. Only pee-pee.
Now, if you want Internet satellite encrypted connection,
it is "Paulie's The Best,"
Wi-Fi password, "AteMySausage123!"
And the best for last...
I deliver... [speaks Italian]
Come, come, come, come. See, my friend. Come.
Come see.
[thuds]
[huffs sharply]
How long?
We'll be there in three days.
Just sit back and relax.
It'll be a piece of cake.
Pressure mounts on Lane Administration this week
following the videos of clandestine operations
using illegal Black-Ops mercenaries.
This, of course, after very public pledges
that his administration would be different.
You gave me assurances.
You know the game. We deny everything.
Oh, that's it?
That's all you have for me?
Sir, if I may. I--
No, you may not. Be straight with me, Joshua.
Who's behind this?
A disgruntled former employee. Nothing to worry about.
Well, forgive me, I do worry.
I'm the one facing the press on a daily basis.
You're ruining the brand.
I'll handle the optics,
and Hart here will clean this mess up.
Won't you, Hart?
Mr. President, they're ready for the group photo.
I'll be right there.
I should fire you both.
If you're serious about your future,
I suggest you handle this by any means necessary.
There are rumors.
What rumors?
That he's on the island.
What?
He came over illegally from Sicily.
My men are trying to verify it now.
Find him before more damage is done, understood?
[seagull squawking]
- [tires screech] - [brakes hiss]
[metal gate clanks]
[gate thuds]
Miss me, baby? Hmm.
You're late.
Mmm.
Here's the rest of it.
Brava.
It's not enough.
It's what we agreed.
Well, you did not tell me that he was wanted
by the fucking CIA.
It was none of your fucking business.
[laughing]
You want to play me?
You want to play the motherfucking king of players?
Huh!?
[tense music plays]
We had a deal.
Fuck your deal!
Fuck it!
The price has tripled--
- [groans] - [grunts]
[yelling, grunting]
[baseball bat thuds]
- [grunting] - [groaning]
[groans]
[whooshes]
[grunting continues]
[yelling]
[yelling, grunting continues]
[breathing heavily]
Motherfucker!
That's no way to talk to a lady.
[loud thud]
[tense music buildup]
[sighs]
You okay?
Aren't I always?
- [seagull squawking] - [birds chirping]
[Salena] Room service.
- Hey. - I hope you're enjoying
the amenities, sir.
It's not exactly five-star.
Oh. Well, I'll be sure to notify the staff.
Now...
let's get to work, shall we?
[suspenseful music playing]
- [hatch lid rumbles] - [grunts]
Malta is nearly 2 000 years old.
It's seen its fair share of wars and conquerors.
Early Christians built an extensive network
of catacombs and tunnels
to safeguard their faith against the Romans.
The tunnels were later extended,
covering half the island, and later enlarged further
during World War II.
So the Maltese went underground again to hide from the Germans.
Precisely.
And these tunnels, they-- they're active? They're open?
Indeed, they are.
You're clever.
I like to think so.
Question is, how do we get the target underground?
Funny you should say that
because that's where your genius comes in.
- [grunts] - [clanks]
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine stops]
[grunts, exhales]
[button clicks]
Nope, not scary at all.
[breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music continues]
If you miss...
even slightly...
[rifle cocks]
You can trust me.
I heard that before.
[rifle clacks]
I'm sorry.
I know.
[Salena inhales deeply]
I don't miss.
[breathes deeply]
I know.
[rifle clicks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[Ryder] Obviously, they're gonna have the president
- in a dedicated vehicle, right? - [device whirs]
Obviously.
I do my thing, gonna separate the president,
put him in an ambulance.
And if we play our cards right,
we grab the package,
and deliver him right to your door.
[revs]
[crowd clamoring]
[cell phone vibrating]
[seagulls squawking]
[zipper unzips]
[clicks]
[whirs, clicks]
[inaudible]
[crowd clamoring]
[tense music playing]
[phone vibrates]
What?
[Hart] We have a major problem on our hands.
What did you say?
Operative 3519 has snapped.
He's going for the president.
- [gunshot] - [bullet thuds]
[crowd screaming]
- [clicks] - [bullet shell clinks]
[crowd screaming]
- [man] Go! - [overlapping shouting]
- [cars rev] - [man] Go, go, go!
[loud explosion]
[tires screech]
[crowd screaming]
[siren wailing]
- [indistinct shouting] - [siren wailing]
[coughs]
[siren wails]
Let's go! Let's go!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Get him in!
Come on!
[siren wailing]
[tires screech]
[panting]
Where did that ambulance come from?
They're kidnapping the president!
Stay on them!
[thuds]
"Come to Malta," they said.
"An easy mission," they said.
"It will be fun."
[revving]
[siren wailing]
Stay calm, sir.
Everything is under...
control.
[tense music playing]
[tense music buildup]
[siren wailing]
What the hell are they doing?
[siren wailing]
- [taser zapping] - [both grunting]
[taser zapping]
- [both grunting] - [thudding]
- [siren wailing] - [tires screeching]
[grunting continues]
- [taser zapping] - [Salena grunting]
[grunting]
- [tires screeching] - [thudding]
[groaning]
We have gunshots. Repeat, we have gunshots.
Stay on them.
- [siren wailing] - [vehicles revving]
- [grunts] - [glass shatters]
[Salena grunts]
[grunts]
[both grunting, panting]
[grunts, groans]
- [siren wailing] - [vehicles revving]
[grunting continues]
TBD.
[grunting continues]
- [grunting] - [groaning]
- [siren wailing] - [tires screeching]
[groaning]
[grunting, groaning]
- [Salena grunts] - [yells, groans]
- [tires screech] - [yelps]
[grunts]
[thuds]
- [tires screeching] - [vehicles revving]
Where are they going?
- [siren wailing] - [vehicles revving]
[car horn honks]
Fire on the target.
[tires skidding]
They have nowhere to run. Keep following them.
[tires skidding]
Brace yourself! We're coming in hot!
[tires screeching]
[loud crash]
[debris rumbles]
[tires screech]
[loud explosions]
[loud explosion]
They've gone underground.
They could be anywhere.
There's hundreds of tunnels all across this island.
We lost the president.
- [Salena] You alright? - [Tony] Yep.
[sighs]
[whispers] Fucking shit.
[grunts]
You're late.
[scoffs]
Sorry. Stopped for coffee.
Good work, boys.
[engine stops]
[van door slams]
[Ryder panting]
Come. Here. Come here. Come, come, come.
[sighs] Come here. Come on. Come on.
- Come here. - [breathes deeply]
Okay. Let me see. Let me see.
- I'm... - Are you okay?
- I'm okay. - Look at me. Look at me.
[exhales]
[Salena sniffles]
I got you.
- [kisses] - [pants]
- I got you. - We did it.
- [kisses] - We did it.
- [softly] Yeah. - We did it.
- [softly] We did it. - [chuckles]
Come on.
[tense music playing]
[breathing heavily]
So...
are you gonna kill me?
I don't know what you're after but, uh, you must know that my country
w-will not give in to terrorists.
All due respect, Mr. President,
your country is littered with terrorists.
[breathes shakily] You're American.
I am.
So what are you? S-some kind of traitor?
Who are you working with?
The United States Government, Mr. President.
At least I used to.
Under whose command?
Colonel Hart.
[scoffs]
So who the hell are you?
I'm just a man making a stand for his country, Mr. President.
So what do you want from me?
A confession.
[melancholic music plays]
[brooding music buildup]
[footsteps approaching]
[Ryder] I read that Greek philosophers,
the Stoics,
were virtuous people.
Wanted to possess wisdom and temperance,
courage, justice.
Do you see yourself as a good man?
I don't know.
I hope my brother will be proud of what we did here today.
[footsteps receding]
As politics has been rocked...
[speaking French]
[speaking Italian]
I wanna do something that no American president
has done in the past few years.
I'm gonna take full responsibility and tell the truth.
As you know, when my administration began,
I made certain promises,
promises that my leadership would herald
a new era of international cooperation,
harmony, and trust.
Sadly,
I failed to achieve what I hoped to achieve
and some of the old, unacceptable ways
continued under my administration.
I have to stand before you to admit...
that I have fallen short of what I hoped to achieve for our great country.
[car horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[tires screech]
Mother--
[loud explosions]
- [fire crackling] - [police blowing whistle]
[soft acoustic music plays]
♪
[somber song playing]
[song cross-fades]
[dark music playing]
[music fades]