I Am Vengeance: Retaliation

Stop right there.

Get on the floor now.

Ladies.

I wouldn't do that.

Who the fuck are you?

What do you want?

Lucy Swanson.

Lucy was here a week ago

on a night out with her friends.

Thing is, this is the last place she was seen.

Do you know how many bored little rich girls run away from home?

Happens every day in the big city.

Unfortunately,

your boys did a terrible job of disposing of the evidence.

The police found her body last night.

Lucy's parents are friends of mine,

so here I am.

So here you are.

So what now, then?

Now, turn yourselves in and confess.

And what happens if we say fuck you?

- That. - Kill this fucking...

Haven't lost your touch, I see.

Frost, what are you doing here?

Got something to tell you.

Nope.

Don't you want to know how I found you?

Satellites, cameras, etcetera?

John, look,

I needed to speak to you face to face.

About a job.

How many times?

Not. Interested.

You will be this time.

It's Teague.

Sean Teague is dead.

This was taken yesterday.

The operative who sent it was deep undercover for the past two years.

He was about to take his targets down when he was introduced to an arms dealer

that turned out to be Teague.

I'm putting a team together to catch Teague, and I want you to lead it.

You want me to bring Teague in... alive?

I know what he did to you and your team, but we need Teague breathing.

His intel and contacts alone are enough to bring down

the baddest of the bad.

Come on, do it for your country.

Oh, that's rich coming from you.

Okay, do it for yourself, then.

Meaning?

Meaning you bring Teague in, in one piece,

the department wipes your slate clean.

All is forgiven.

No more running.

Think about it, John. Bring Teague in alive,

and you get your life back again.

Gentlemen. Ladies.

You all know Commander Grayson.

- Morning, everyone. - Morning.

Our target.

Sean Teague.

As you all know, Teague was an elite operative,

one of our best,

until he turned on his team during their final mission

in Eastern Europe several years ago.

Many of them met with rather...

grisly ends.

Quite.

After going rogue, Teague was responsible

for the deaths of dozens of personnel,

as well as countless civilians in mercenary operations across the globe.

Arms deals,

smuggling state secrets, assassinations.

You name it, Teague profited from it.

Well, yeah he did.

Until he was reported killed two years ago in the D.R.C.

Yes, well, we've all heard that story.

Authorities on the ground confirmed that Teague had been killed,

but he's here now, and we're going to bring him in.

Who's the tree trunk?

You're kidding.

It's only John fucking Gold.

- Get away. - Uh-huh.

Wonder how many people he's killed this week.

Five.

So far.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

Lynch and Shapiro, you've somewhat preempted me.

Everybody, meet John Gold.

Nobody knows Teague better than Gold,

especially in the field.

And nobody has a more compelling reason to bring him in.

From what I've heard, you'll more likely put

a bullet behind Teague's ear than put him behind bars.

People do like to talk, don't they?

Your mission is breach Teague's location,

transport him to an off-the-books airbase,

then fly him to an ever-so-hush-hush

black site secure facility,

where he'll live out his days in a steel box.

So what's the play, boss?

Gold here will lead,

with you two reprobates providing ground support

and flying-slash- driving services.

Shit work. Standard.

That's what we get paid for.

What? They pay you for this?

That's enough, you two.

Kelso, Plachecki and Stiles,

you'll serve and support the operation from here.

Any questions?

Course not.

I'll see you at the R.V.

I'm sorry we can't give you the support you need for this one, John.

You know I can't be seen to authorize a full team.

If news about Teague being alive got out,

top brass will have a major flap-on.

But Lynch and Shapiro are two of the best.

Believe it or not.

A team can be a liability.

Teague taught me that.

Morning, lads.

- Boss. - Boss.

Nice morning for it.

- Heard from Pearl yet? - Not yet.

We agreed on radio silence until she arrives.

Yeah, yeah, just in case.

Pretty smart... coming from you.

Okay, lads,

we're here for the duration until we hear from Pearl.

- Smoke them if you've got them. - Come on.

What's all this?

What? Oh, uh, nothing.

What is all this?

I, uh...

I... I really need a piss.

So go take a piss.

What am I, your mother?

Ahhh...

Better than sex!

Then you're doing it wrong.

Fuck!

Steady!

As I live and breathe. John Gold.

Teague. You're coming with me.

Yeah, of course I am.

Lads!

Bennett, move!

Go.

Go, go, go.

Teague!

Teague! Hands in the air!

Don't stop us now. We're just starting to have some fun.

Assume the position.

Or what?

To be continued.

Are you sure you're going to make our window?

We've got a tight timeframe to get that plane in the air.

Yeah, we'll make it.

Our E.T.A's about 60 minutes.

Okay, great. Just get Teague to that airbase, and we can all breathe out.

Yep, copy that.

Lynch and Shapiro are securing Teague,

and we'll be on our way in a few.

Just make sure that plane is good to go.

Twat's ready for transport.

Hey, you're going nowhere, mate.

Here's Prince Charming now.

I'll keep you updated. Stay frosty.

Yeah, funny, I've never heard that before.

This is excellent, by the way.

I know.

Good to go.

Believe it or not, Teague, this is all for your own good.

You're being flown to a remote, black site prison

'cause there's too many people out here that want your head on a pike.

People like you?

You're a traitor, you're a murderer,

and you sacrificed our own team.

Now, you either pay for those crimes this way,

or someone's going to tear you limb from limb.

Alleged crimes.

And I'm supposed to believe all this from a man

who wants to see me dead more than most?

For my own good, eh?

That's bullshit.

Let's go.

Get in! Get in!

I knew it... you're trying to kill me!

Don't be ridiculous, we'd just let him do it.

Anyone got eyes on the shooter?

Right, we need a volunteer to draw their fire.

Fuck off.

- Fucking...! - Where are they?

Three o'clock, tower.

Probably one of Teague's...

- No, Teague's the target. - Bollocks.

Whoa...

- Maybe. - Let's go.

On it.