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You've reached Michael Stonebridge.
Leave a message. I'll call you back.
Rosie, how's it going?
It's Rachel.
It hasn't changed since we met.
What was it? Two hours ago?
Yeah.
So anything?
No.
I'm just curious...
...how on earth they allowed an American to--
To work for the Brits?
It's a long story.
But is it a good story?
No. Just long.
All right, mystery man.
Let's just say, you get a second chance, you take it.
I'll bear that in mind.
Yeah.
And finally.
I'm guessing that's him.
So he's a big deal, huh?
I doubt it, except to me.
He's the first asset I've been given responsibility for...
...since I came here, so getting him quickly and quietly to the high commission...
...would make me look good.
You already look good to me, Rosie.
Nice laugh.
I'm guessing that's a rental.
Mr. Keemal, this is Patrick Burton...
...our deputy head of mission.
Thank you.
Would you like to check the laptop?
Well, forgive my cynicism, Miss McMillan...
...but babysitting a Libyan office clerk...
...who wants a council house on the south coast...
...is hardly a baptism of fire for you.
Or a glorious valediction for me.
Bravo, we have visual on you.
Hey, is that my guardian angel looking down on me from above?
What are you wearing today?
Concentrate.
Stop, please.
Shit.
Stay there!
He's down.
We need to get Scott out of there.
Get them out!
Stand back!
They're taking hostages.
[REBELS SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Go, go, go!
Get in!
Who the fuck are you?
I'm from the British Consulate. Get in.
You're dead, Stonebridge.
You clear back there? - No.
Then why did you come in?
Did you make that mistake in Helmand?
No. Then don't do it here.
I am going to get all my men through this.
You understand?
That means you, Jake.
Hey. - Hey.
Take a seat.
Stonebridge. I know him. Stood with him in the sandpit.
He'll get you through this.
Jake, you were born for the regiment, like me, like Dad.
I know.
That's what I want.
I just...
I don't know.
Maybe we should take a break, you know.
Come back, try again.
Listen. You and me, people like us, we have to fight for everything.
Every last fucking thing.
They want you to doubt yourself.
They want you to give in, but we won't let them.
We won't let them.
- What are we? - Brothers and soldiers.
We're brothers and soldiers.
Listen.
I'll-- I'll have a word with him, all right?
Don't worry about it, all right?
You just stay focused.
Yeah.
Good lad.
- Heh. Craig Hanson. - Hey. There he is.
- How are you? - Good. You?
- I'm fine, thanks. - Excellent.
Michael Stonebridge, desk jockey.
- Who'd have believed it? - Heh, heh.
Man of your talents on the circuit could be raking it in.
I'm happy here.
Well, of course. Loyalty was always your thing.
But the private sector-- I'm telling you, that's where it's at.
Is that what you tell Jake?
I don't tell him anything.
He's, uh...
He's making mistakes, Craig.
What, training exercises? - This is the regiment.
- The bar's not being lowered on my watch. - So don't lower it, Michael.
Come on. He did three tours of Helmand...
...went toe-to-toe with Terry Taliban every fucking day...
...and he's seen, Christ knows, how many of his mates get crated back home.
He's a rock, just like you and me.
Just-- Just get him through it, all right?
Whatever it takes.
I had your back once, Michael.
- Basra. - Kandahar.
- You remember. - Yeah, of course I do.
I'll bet you must miss it, in the field?
Who wouldn't?
Good to see you.
- What am I doing here? Use your head.
We can't respond if you're in a Kenyan police station for the next 48 hours.
Come on, Sinclair. We can't let this shit stand.
You think I want a cock-up like this on Section 20's record?
At this moment, I'm working on it.
General Bennett. Colonel Hodge.
Come on! Come on!
Hey, hey. Hey!
Abdulabri Keemal, born Tripoli in 1953.
He's offering information about Libyan weapons stocks...
...in return for asylum.
He's not the reason the convoy was hit.
Patrick Burton, East Africa specialist.
He's been working in the region for over 30 years.
Today was his last day on the job before being sent home.
What do we know about the female?
- Her name's Rachel. - Who's this?
It's Damien Scott, sir.
This kidnapping happened right under your nose?
Unfortunately. Give the word and I'll get those people back.
Rachel McMillan, junior attaché at the high commission.
She only took up her post this week.
All three are being held prisoner in a rebel-held area of Mogadishu, Somalia.
Now, a ransom has been demanded for the Britons...
...from this man, Huseyin Waabri.
He came to Europe from a refugee camp when he was 16...
...drifted around until he was implicated...
...in the murder of a Somali community leader in northwest London.
Proposal?
An extraction mission is possible but highly dangerous.
Mr. Scott, are you ready to go in now?
Yes, I am, sir.
It's a suicide mission.
Your priority is recovery of the British citizens...
...and all material relating to the Libyan.
Oh, and, Mr. Scott, you're the first man we're sending in...
...and it goes without saying you shall also be the last.
Copy that.
I want you to find out everything you can about the Libyan.
We need to know exactly what it is they're not telling us.
I think you have a lot of faith.
One man, however good?
We can't afford to make this look much bigger.
If they pull it off...
If they don't, you can bury Section 20 once and for all.
I'm sorry you got caught up in this, Miss McMillan.
It goes with the territory.
Broken people.
Brutalized beyond our understanding. Such a tragedy.
You know, the first time I came to Somalia, I made a friend.
He knew what was coming for this country. He could see the full horror of it.
Poverty, famine, civil war.
But he said, "However bad it gets, on darkest day...
...maalin nooga madoow, the embers of hope...
...still glow in our children's hearts."
I should have been there.
I could have used some help, but that ain't your problem.
Would have been fun to have you there.
There's a big difference between you and me, that's Kerry.
Say hi to her for me. Gotta go.
Scott, you take care, mate.
I found you an apostle, someone who can get you in.
We can leave in an hour.
You mean we got a whole hour?
May your enterprises continue to flourish...
...and I look forward to the day you join us again in worship.
Everything changes in a man except the beat of his heart...
...and Allah once flourished in that heartbeat.
You keep paying homage to Al-Shabaab...
...and he will one day destroy you.
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