Heart of Stone

Target approaching.

Stone, how we doing?

Almost there. Just pulling the encryption key.

Four hours in the van, and she's eaten all the crisps.

She's stuck in there with you, so that's comfort eating.

Been boring her with your cat chat again?

Cat chat? Actually, Parker, she likes my Barry the Cat stories.

You like my Barry the Cat stories, right?

Before you know it, you're gonna want one of your own.

Cats hate me. Sorry, Bailey.

Writing a new access code.

Grazie.

I have eyes on Mulvaney.

Intel was good.

I can't believe it.

Europe's most wanted arms dealer seen for the first time in three years.

Adding names and faces to the guest list.

- How long do you need? - Nearly there.

Hang on. Something's changed. I can't connect.

The system's offline.

Local access only.

We need a new plan to get you in.

What do you mean?

I need direct access to someone who's already on the network.

Head of security. He's at the bar.

I could hack his phone, but I'll need to be close to him.

- How close? - Ten feet.

Stone, you're not a field agent. Do not get out of the van.

She can do this.

It's too dangerous.

Mulvaney's entering now.

Our arms dealer's on the move right now, and I do not wanna lose him.

There's no other way. We have to get Mulvaney.

Tell me what you need.

When I'm within ten feet of the head of security, call his phone.

Okay, got it.

Hey. Hey, Stone.

You got this.

Thanks, Bailey.

I can't tail them any further.

Stone, listen to me. Waiter to your right.

Grab a glass of champagne.

- Thank you. - Good. Now, drink it.

Liquid courage.

He's headed towards the blackjack table.

Do you know how to play?

I was on the chess team.

Oh my God.

- Just place a bet. - Welcome.

Doesn't matter if you lose.

Change set, seven. One hundred.

One hundred, change seven.

Okay, I have access.

One hundred, sir, in change. Okay. Everybody ready?

He's looking suspicious.

Place your bets.

He's headed towards you.

Stone, walk away.

Walk away. Walk away...

What are you doing?

I've never played before.

- Sixteen. - I'm sorry.

You split your eights.

Splitting your eights. Eighteen.

Eighteen.

Dealer has 17.

- Ah, you win. - You win it.

Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.

Thank you.

Nice job, Stone.

Not bad for your first time out of the van.

I think I just lost two years off my life.

- Did it work? - Yeah, I'm in.

Where the hell's Mulvaney?

Okay. Got him. Through the kitchen, down the stairs.

Two heavies working the door.

On our way.

Inserting you into facial recognition.

Hello, beautiful.

May I take this seat?

Take it anywhere you like.

Okay.

Maybe later?

Okay, you're all set.

I'm almost afraid to see what drew Mulvaney out of his hole.

- Lads. - Buona sera.

Okay.

We're now taking bets for the next game,

which will begin in two minutes.

You were right about Mulvaney's gambling habit.

He never met a bet he didn't place.

You must predict the exact order of kills.

Copy, Delta Kilo Six. We have reported hostiles...

Those are military operations.

They're wagering on body count.

With a bet of four instant kills,

this is a win for player number 46.

Betting on blood.

Yang, show me.

Just a bit to your right.

Holy shit.

That's US Navy Seals in real-time.

And they've cracked military-grade encryption.

Who would have that capability?

Enough tech talk.

Target is Mulvaney.

Okay, Dr. Yang. You have the floor.

Time to give Mulvaney his heart attack.

I'll fire up the ambulance.

Mulvaney's exiting.

You.

Shit.

I'll handle this guy. You take Mulvaney.

Stone.

Mulvaney's on your right. Another service corridor.

Stand by to go dark.

Shit.

I've got Mulvaney. Bailey, get us out of here. Fast.

Showtime!

All right. Okay. All right.

MI6, right?

You guys really need to work on your subtlety.

You ruined my party.

I should've listened to the voices in my head.

"The British are coming. The British are coming."

Comms compromised.

- No shit. - Okay, okay. New plan.

Exfil route Bravo. We have to go dark.

Copy that. See you down there.

Come on.

Stone! Let's go.

Hey!

I'm not going anywhere.

We're not done yet.

More of Mulvaney's men.

They're heading to the cable car station. Parker's a sitting duck.

We need to get down there now.

- Stone! - Go without me. I'll be fine.

Stay put. We'll be back.

Jack, this is Nine of Hearts. Urgent forecast required.

Nine, we have your position and the full overview.

Projecting forward now.

The MI6 team won't get down the mountain in time.

The Heart gives a 93 percent chance that Parker will die

and Mulvaney will get away unless the Charter intervenes.

I'm gonna need a parachute.

Okay.

Fifty meters away, over the handrail to your right.

And don't blow your cover.

On it.

Oi!

The Heart has a chance of success at just 32 percent.

Not helping, Jack.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Um... Stone, big drop coming up.

Big drop.

- How big? - The mother of big.

Really, really big.

And we're in the game.

Look, I've got money.

More than you can imagine.

It wouldn't be enough.

Eight minutes out. We're not gonna make it.

Stone, Mulvaney's security are arriving at the cable car station.

Take the route to your left. You need to pick up the pace.

The terrain's too flat, and you're losing altitude.

If you cut across to the piste, you can pick up a snow bike.

Cables! Cables! Cables! Ca...

Chance of success just plummeted.

Only 'cause you've got no imagination.

Oh, nice. Nice.

Oh, you're joking!

Come on!

He can hold them off without us, right?

Hold on!

You can get ahead of the bikes at the next corner.

Hey. Are you okay?

We meet again.

Must be destiny.

Must be.

Hey.

Hey! Hey!

Stone, watch Bailey and Yang to your right.

The Charter's worked too hard to embed you in MI6.

We cannot risk your cover.

Well aware, Jack.

How many in the welcome party?

Six of them.

Four pistols, one shotgun, and a sniper

with a very impressive record.

Get out of the way!

Get away from them. Take the path to your right.

The sniper has opened fire on Parker.

Jack, give me a line.

I got the lights.

Behind you!

Chance of success to 85%.

Only 85%?

Hardly seems fair.

Uh... two more on your right.