01x10 - Overtaken By Events

[bunniefuu]

Coyote is being held
by a Russian mercenary group

called Valhalla.

This op is our last best shot.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[MARTIAN] Where is she?

What do you want?

In Addis, you recruited people.

I want the list.

Forty-eight hours, lover boy.

[BLAKE] This could be a disaster.

He shows all the symptoms.
PTSD triggers...

And the risks?

[BLAKE] Loss of perspective,

lapses in concentration...

I wish we had had
this conversation earlier,

because I signed off on Martian
heading back into the field

to recruit a Valhalla asset.

[MARTIAN] We flipped one
of Volchok's closest aides.

He directs Volchok
into a k*ll zone.

Mercenaries holding Coyote
will arrive at Felix.

We spring the trap, get our boy.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

[PHONE DINGS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[PHONE RINGS]

[MARTIAN] Yeah?

Where are you?

On my way in.

We have a situation.

What?

This line isn't secure.

No names, places.

sh**t.

Blue team in place.

Reporting greater numbers
than expected.

- sh*t.
- Way more.

- We should abort.
- No.

Martian.

- This needs a rethink.
- f*ck that.

Okay, listen. You listening?

Yes.

Move the k*ll zone


Blue team snatches our boy

and the bogies'll run the other way.

Their job is to protect the ball.

They hear contact,
they'll run him to the chopper.

Meanwhile our HRT secures the package.

This whole thing'll
look like a failed kidnap

by Ukrainian insurgents
on a high value...

[SHOUTS ECHOING]

[OWEN] Martian?

Are you there?

Martian?

Martian!

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[ECHOING] Sir, can you hear me?

Sir?

♪

♪ "Love is Blindness"
by Jack White ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ I don't want to see ♪

♪ Won't you wrap the night ♪

♪ Around me ♪

♪ Oh, my heart ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ Blindness ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ I don't want to see ♪

♪ Won't you wrap the night ♪

♪ Around me, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ Oh, love is blindness ♪

♪ Blindness ♪

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

♪

[ELEVATOR CHIMES]

- Morning.
- Morning.

What's the buzz from Gremlin?

Oh, nothing. Yet.

She hates it, by the way.

What, her code name? I don't blame her.

- Gremlin?
- Hmm.

Shouldn't she have landed by now?

What do you want me to say?
I didn't sleep a wink.

Feel like a...

Like a what?

A bad parent.

Who sent their kid to Iran to
infiltrate its nuclear program?

You're right. That's poor parenting.

[OWEN] NORAD gave us access.

Full house.

Zeus satellites overhead.

- That's the good news.
- [BLAIR] What's that?

That's Felix.

Image is good.

Good?

It's f*cking incredible.

Lens is a yard wide, with focal strength

between 3,000 to 4,000 millimeters.

It can see any object
larger than three inches...

- a knife, a g*n.
- But not your d*ck.

Who told you that?

Besides it's about how you use it.

- [BLAIR CHUCKLES]
- It's what I heard.

Go for a drink with me.

Are we doing this now?

On, like, the busiest,
most stressful day ever?

It's always busy.
If I wait for a slow day,

you're gonna be married with three kids.

If this is a thing,
it would've happened by now.

[CHUCKLES]

We aren't dateable.

Why do you say that?

Maybe, like, at a Christmas party

or in a random supply closet.

I'm all out of Post-It notes.

Show Martian this,
get it up in the crisis room.

That's the bad news.

SAC showed up with all this
and kicked us out.

They run the show from now on.

[SIGHS]

[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

♪

[NAOMI CLEARS HER THROAT]

- How are you taking the news?
- What news?

Samia. You read the report?

What report?

Naomi, what report?

[CLEARS THROAT]

I didn't tell you this.

Henry received a report
from the Horn of Africa.

CTTF.

When?

I don't know.

The NSC tracked Dalaga's
private jet to Khartoum.

Then a cell phone cluster
by road to Kober Prison.

Kober?

Yeah, the place RSF busted everyone

out of and restocked with
Janjaweed political prisoners.

That place is a hellhole.

University isn't worried.
Nor her family.

I don't know what that means,
but that's what I know.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

I'm sorry.

[WOMAN] So, this was...

[CONTINUING INDISTINCTLY]

♪

SAC. Hurry up.

- I heard.
- Yeah. You know the drill.

Soon as there's boots on the ground,

SAC sweeps in and it's
"Two sugars, please."

I can't get you in.

- That's not why I'm here.
- Good.

- Then go away.
- It's Samia Zahir.

Thirty seconds.

She was unlawfully arrested by the RSF

and is being held
in a black site in Khartoum.

- Omdurman?
- Worse. Kober.

[SHARP EXHALE]

Sorry to hear that.

You know how this plays.

She'll be r*ped, tortured.

In two days, her body'll be found

by the side of the Atari highway.

Come here.

All right, what do you
want me to say, Martian?

This whole region is in free fall.

Like, super fast-forward.

One clumsy move,

we lose our advantage.

I can send her file over to State.

She'll be dead by the time they read it.

Well, we can do the diplomatic route.
Find an intermediary,

speaks on her behalf,

someone at State pushes for her release.

And when General Hemedti says no?

She's not even a pawn, Martian.

I'm sorry.

You need Owen in there.

He's the only one
who can identify Coyote.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Your Courvoisier neat, sir.

Would you care for a cigar?
Cuban, Nicaraguan, Honduran?

I don't smoke.

Lucky for you.

The cigars here are, eh,

too dry.

Is like putting
a dried turd in your mouth

and setting fire to it.

It's why I bring my own.

Mr. Dalaga, thank you for coming.

Someone called, uh, Paul Lewis

left a message with my secretary.

Which is, uh, strange,
because as we both know,

Paul Lewis, uh, does not exist.

Shouldn't you be in Cairo?

Your cousin flew to Cairo
yesterday to continue talks,

but you're still here. What happened?

Out in the cold?

You have 60 seconds.

I want news on Samia Zahir.

I have none.

If you did, could you help her?

Then who could?

Is this seriously why you drag me here?

We want to make an offer.

My people will not deal
with the Americans.

I'm here on behalf of the British,

a safe intermediary.

Can you prove that?

Ask for confirmation. You'll get it.

What else will I... get?

Asylum.

British passports for you,
your wife, four children.

A registered limited company
to invest your money in,

in four years, a shot at a seat
in the House of Lords.

Will you throw in tea with the king?

I need one thing in return.

Dr. Zahir's life and freedom.

That's two things.

Sami wasn't even on the radar.

I persuaded my office to recruit her.

It was an attempt to save her.

That's touching.

Do we have a deal?

[DALAGA]
I will, uh, make some inquiries,

open a conversation.

See if there is,
uh, solutions that, uh,

benefits us both.

[ROBINSHAW] Got to admire his ba*ls,

making offers on our behalf.

That's not ba*ls, that's desperation.

And if you think he's talking
to Dalaga there, you're fired.

He's talking to us.

Now we know what he wants.

How ambitious are you, Robinshaw?

Is this on the square?

Are we talking a rogue operation?

Well, only until I run the place.

Then I make the rules.

The question is who's coming with me.

I want China desk.

[LAUGHS] Little sh*t.

You're nowhere near senior enough.

Fine.

Internal Security's
on the fourth floor, right?

Done.

[LAUGHS]

Come on, then, you want to run a show.
What's our move?

Well, we know what he wants.

Set up a meet, somewhere discreet,

and find out what he's
prepared to do to get it.

Hm.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[PRUITT] Ops are tracking an
inbound column of six vehicles,

one Tigr infantry 4x4,
two BTR-70s,

one Ural truck
and a pair of quads.

Four hours from the clinic.

[MARTIAN]
Have you ID'd the vehicles?

Are they Valhalla's?

No pos IDs, not as yet.

You guys have to let one of my people

into that crisis room. Owen Lublin.

He's the one guy
who knows the whole chessboard.

I'm afraid SAC has orders
to take full command.

I'm not asking for him to command.

I'm recommending he's in the room.

[LINE RINGS]

I'll call you back.

- Hello?
- [ROBINSHAW] I'm following up

on your meeting at the Ritz.

The cigar lounge?

Our office has
a 30-minute window.

Today. 1:00 p.m.

That's in 20 minutes.

If it's inconvenient,
we can reschedule.

Perhaps next week?

No, no, no, no.


[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

f*cking f*ck.

She'll come up for air.

- She has to.
- No, she doesn't.

Not if she's drowned.

Danny's a beast, Naomi.

She'll be fine.

[COMPUTER CHIMES]

[WHISPERING] f*ck me.

[DOOR OPENS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

Why are you keeping me here?

It's been hours.

Where did you buy this?

London.

Regent Street, the Apple Store.

Have you had it repaired?

No.

I...

Uh c... I'm really thirsty.

Can I please have some water?

The screws are scratched.

Who took it apart?

No one.

Did you do it?

I wouldn't know how to.

Unless you aren't who you say you are.

So, you still watch the old haunts?

Oh, come on. My mum knows we bug
the cigar lounge at the Ritz.

More Arabs and Chinese
roll through there

than Harrods Food Hall.

[CHUCKLES]

I can deliver you Dalaga.
He's yours to run.

In return for?

You know what I want.

- Samia Zahir back here, safe.
- [SCOFFS]

Let me get this straight,

You're offering up a vain,

pissed, drug-addled borderline imbecile,

a man who's family don't trust him,

and who's only here to stink up a scene

and throw everyone off the scent.

If Dalaga doesn't cut it then what does?

You know, my son Charlie
used to work at the Royal Parks

in his gap year.
He was the deck chair guy.

Do you know, you can rent a deck chair

for the whole summer?
They give you a laminated pass.

Wouldn't that be bliss?
Just come out here every day

with a book and snooze.

Packed lunch, thermos.

Sounds amazing. What do you want?

There is one asset
we've identified who you control

who would be of genuine interest.

Who?

You're asking me to become a double?

Oh, I'm not asking you for anything.

You are.

You want me to betray my country.

We know where she is,

which wing, cell.

We have an SAS unit
with eyes on the prison,

primed, ready to go.

You just give the word
and she's out of there

before you can
get back across the river.

It's a yes or no.

Come on, buddy.
The clock's ticking. Yes or no?

[SINISTER MUSIC]

♪

I'm willing to discuss this further.

- Yes or no?
- Listen!

Tomorrow morning, Raffles, crisp linen,

breakfast for two.

"Do not disturb."

Listen.

Yes or no.

Yes.

Hi, is that Lord Lucan?

Yeah, I'd like


in the 3:40. Oh, and is Elvis there?

[LAUGHING] I've got someone here
who wants to say hi.

I'm sorry, mate. I couldn't resist.

Your face.

You b*stard.

Oh, but that woman. I mean,

she's really... and I mean really...

f*cked you up, hasn't she?

As you were. Still, good to know.

For future reference and all that.

Very, very interesting.

You piece of sh*t.

You know, that's the third time
I've been called that this week.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Our asset, an Iran Air flight attendant,

gave an eyewitness account.

A woman matching Gremlin's description

was marched out of the terminal
by two armed IRG

and put into the back of a black van.

It's theater,
designed to force a mistake.

Are we sure? She was arrested.

Yes, she was,
but not because she's blown.

If she's blown, they don't march
her out with guys in uniform

to a black van with everyone watching.

Plainclothes IRG
quietly take her off the plane

to a room in a basement somewhere

and we never see her again.

And if they move her after that...

Mm, it's out a back door in a sack.

That's exactly right.

It's a test.

Let's hope she aces it.

- [SIGHS]
- What do we got?

[HAUNTING MUSIC]

[PHONE CLICKING]

♪

Do you know what this is?

No.

This leaf...

you don't recognize it?

[INHALES SLOWLY]

I'm a researcher.

Part of an exchange program between

the University College of Tehran
and the London School of Sciences.

My visa was countersigned
by Professor Reza Mortazev...

Here is the deal.

You tell me why you're really in Iran...

I told you: to res...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Grab your sh*t.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Martian is your point
of contact outside this room.

You'll brief us,
we'll channel analysis back through him.

Right.

You're listening carefully?

Good.

Coyote. Back here.

In one piece.

Okay.

[QUIET RADIO CHATTER]

This is Owen.

Coyote's field handler.

He calls Coyote's positive ID.

All right.

Good luck.

[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]

♪

[MOTORCYCLE STARTS]

♪

[PEN CLATTERS]

What's top of your threat matrix?

[PRUITT] Blue have visual on
a way bigger than anticipated

hostile deployment
protecting the compound.

Head count?

Twenty-five to 30.

Estimate another six
close security inbound

on the minister's helicopter.

Three dozen FSB.

What's your analysis, Owen?

Your expert assessment?

We're all ears.

Two minutes.

[LINE RINGING]

- Yeah?
- Where are you?

On my way in.

We have a situation.

Move the k*ll zone


Blue team snatches our boy

and the bogeys'll
run the other way.

Their job is to protect the ball.

They hear contact, they'll

run him to the chopper.

Meanwhile, our HRT
secures the package.

This whole thing'll
look like a failed kidnap

by Ukrainian insurgents
on a high-value...

- [CRASH]
- [GRUNTS]

Martian.

[RADIO STATIC]

Martian, are you there? Martian!

[WOMAN] Oh! Oh, my... Oh, my God!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [MAN] Is he breathing?
- [WOMAN] Don't know.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey. Hey.

Why aren't you in CR2?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

What should we do?

I'll, uh...

I'll go ch-check all the ERs.

You get back in there, Owen. Go!

[INDISTINCT, ECHOING CHATTER]

[QUIET RADIO CHATTER]

[PRUITT] All good?

- All good.
- [PRUITT] Good.

We have column inbound, 15 klicks.

Confirmed Valhalla. One Tigr, two ABCs,

a truck and outriders.

[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]

Get Blue leader on the horn.

Move our k*ll zone 300 meters
away from the clinic to the road in.

♪

[GRUNTS]

[BLUE LEADER] We're on the move.

[LOCK BEEPS]

You can't be in here.

This is an Operations Group
command mission.

Your command, I'm eyes and ears.

I won't get in your way.

- [PRUITT] No.
- Call the DCIA.

Let him tell you himself.
You got his number?

We're in.

We have one Mi-8 inbound
bearing 315 at 275 KMH.

That's not him.

Moving too fast. That's a gunship.

FSB converted a few Hips into
flying limos, for Kremlin top brass.

Long-range fuel tanks, m*ssile sensors,

jam-proof ECM kit.

f*ck flies faster than Marine One.

Those are hard facts, so

why would any of you Agency hoods
know that?

If Coyote gets on that,

he's in Moscow in less than two hours.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

Shoulder dislocation,
broken arm, two ribs.

He's in surgery now.

CT scans showed a defined
intracranial bleed

from the impact, surgeons
are working on it now.

A brain hemorrhage?

More bleed between
his skull and his brain.

If the surgeons access
the clot and remove it,

there's every chance
he'll make a full recovery.

That's all the information
I can give you right now.

Thank you. Okay.

[BABY CRYING]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

[MAN] Okay, that's it, clear the room.

This way, through here.

[EERIE MUSIC]

♪

[GURNEY CLATTERS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hi.

So, the good news is
you don't have a brain bleed.

Just a few cuts and bruises.

Broken wing.

But otherwise, all fine and dandy.

You almost k*lled me.

I never "almost" do anything.

Why?

Time.

I hate rushing.

Rush, you make mistakes.

Or take you.

[CHAIR WHEELS RATTLING]

You've been in an awful rush.

Look where it's got you. [CHUCKLES]

Time for what?

Everything.

The whole story, from the top.

Don't leave anything out.

And, uh, please, please

don't embellish, fabricate or invent.

If this...

or this smell anything,
and I mean anything...

I never made it out of surgery.

[SCOFFS LIGHTLY]

But we're not gonna worry about that.

After all, you and I are friends.

I want you to leave here

and live a long, happy life.

See Samia.

And your lovely daughter Poppy.

So, shall we begin?

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[PULSING MUSIC]

♪

Valhalla convoy five klicks out.

Blue leader, sitrep.

[BLUE LEADER] Blue in position.

On stand to.

♪

♪

[LOCK BEEPS]

[SCOFFS] You won't even know I'm here.

I'll be way back in the bleachers.

You can grab yourself
a footlong and a beer.

Comms check, forward team. Ping 'em all.

- How far off now?
- 5,000 meters out.

[UNEASY MUSIC]

♪

♪

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

Slava Ukraini.

- [SCREAMING]
- [MEN SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING IN UKRAINIAN]

- [GRUNTS]
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[PANICKED SHOUTING OVER COMMS]

Um, what's going on?

I have people spilling
out of the building.

Running in every direction.

It sounds like g*nf*re.

[PRUITT] Who's down?

Blue leader, report.

[BLUE LEADER]
I have visual target.

They've stopped.

100 meters away.

Engines still running.

Is the convoy in the k*ll zone?

[PRUITT] Blue leader.

Are they in the k*ll zone?

Negative.

- Do we engage?
- Hundred meters.

Negative, Blue leader. Stand by.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[ENGINES IDLING]

- [THUMPING]
- [COYOTE] Help! I got to piss!

[THUMPING]

I got to piss, man. Open up.

[SPITS]

[GRUNTING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

Wait.

What is it?

The guy they're letting out of the APC.

That's him. That's Coyote.

[PRUITT] Are you certain?

You notice the weapon
the guy has at his back?

That's him. I guarantee it.

[BOSKO] Hundred meters.

Could he get him that far out?

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

What do you think?

[CHARLIE] Think he might make it.

So?

I think f*ck it.

For Sasha.

For us all.

[RUSSIAN CHATTER CONTINUING]

[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[PRUITT] What just happened?

It would appear we've been
overtaken by events, sir.

Column on the move.
Approaching k*ll zone.

[BLUE LEADER] I've got a clear
sight on APC driver. Over.

Targets in range in five.

Four.

Three.

[BLUE LEADER] Target's in site.

Are we a go?

It was Coyote?

You're sure?

Hundred percent.

Blue units.

Go. Go. Go.

[GRUNTING]

- Fragging!
- Frag out!

Frag out! Fragging!

[BLUE LEADER] Get back!

[DEVICE BEEPS]

That's him.

We got him.

We got Coyote.

[BLUE LEADER] All units,
confirming package is secure.

You are clean and clear.

Move to extraction point.

- Birds inbound.
- Copy that.

Lace it up.

Confirmed. All targets down.

Checking k*ll zone.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, hey, hey. Movement!

Friendlies! Friendlies!

[BLUE LEADER] Hold your fire.
All Blue hold fire.

Challenge response.

[CHARLIE] Response Felix.

[BLUE LEADER] Form up, Felix.
We're Oscar Mike.

[CHARLIE]
It's good to see you boys.

[HOPEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[REZA] Danny. Oh, Allah.

I'm so sorry.

I did everything I could to get you out.

This is such a mistake.

Could be worse.

I'm not sure how.

Let's get you out of here.

[CAR HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE]

Are you okay?

I'm in Tehran.

Yes, you are.

Oh...

- [EMILY] Hey, baby.
- Hey. I don't have long,

but I wanted you to know
as soon as I did.

- Charlie's on his way home.
- Oh!

- He's safe.
- Oh, that's good news.

- I know. I know.
- I'm so glad he's safe.

Me too.

I'm relieved.

- I love you.
- Love you too.

- I got to go.
- Bye, baby.

Excuse me, I'm here to see
Brandon Colby.

[NURSE] I'll be back in a few
hours to check your sats again.

Please press the buzzer
if anything changes

or you're suffering any more pain.

You must feel like sh*t.

- But I look great, right?
- [LAUGHS]

Owen sent a message.

We got Coyote.

sh*t.

- Is he safe?
- Thanks to you.

[SIGHS]

You okay, Dad?

Did it hurt?

Don't worry about me. I'm good.

I'm not getting on another
motorcycle any time soon,

but other than that...

It's going to be okay.

Everything's gonna be fine.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[MARTIAN]
Do we have a deal or not?

You tell me. Do we?

Can you get Samia out?

Here's the plan.

Go home, take two Advil.

Then, when you feel fit enough
in a day or two,

report for work

and a hero's welcome.

[CHEERING]

- We did it.
- We did it.

- You all right?
- I'm good. Thank you.

They got him. Coyote's coming home.

Then just carry on as usual.

You continue to inspire respect
and admiration from your superiors.

Sir.

- Well played, Martian.
- Thank you, sir.

Yeah. Well played.

Move up the ranks,

become very important.

Doctor.

And we'll meet from time to time.

A cup of tea. Pint or two.

It'll be business as usual.

All the fun of being in the field,

but with the comforts of home.

All you have to do

is keep a secret.

♪