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- Three hundred and twenty-six yards.

- I agree with her.

We should be closer to the action.

You just call it,

I'll hit it.

Valstoria arrives at the ministry

every other morning, 7:30 exactly.

He will walk up the steps.

It's six meters

from the car to the building.

- And he's 184 centimeters tall?

- Yes.

I'll need a guitar case.

As you can see, the streets in this part

of the city are very narrow and old.

It will not be easy to escape.

Sergeant Beckett's rifle

was our one priority.

That's the best we have

with our limitations.

No, it'll do just fine.

I must leave to make sure

everything is arranged.

The city will be in chaos.

You need to get to the church.

It's built on top of Roman catacombs.

We can move beneath the city.

We'll get to the church on time.

You just make sure you're there.

What he means is, thank you.

Okay.

That Sophia...

- Not what I expected.

- Stay in the bubble.

If the diversion device works,

we've got five minutes.

I want you shadowing me.

No sightseeing. Understood?

- Roger that.

- Get your gear together. Let's go.

Three hundred and twenty-eight yards.

Give me three up one.

I've got wind coming

from the right at four to six.

Of course, that could change

in the morning. East is at our backs.

Sunrise is at 0637.

We could have some shadows on

the target from the buildings at 0730.

Rig the diversion device.

Let's get out of here.

- Where do we take the shot from?

- From the window she suggested.

It is the perfect position.

Catch any Z's?

- No.

- All right.

And who are you, my friend?

Two hundred and eighteen yards.

Give me two up one.

Full-value wind is one to three.

Give me a half left.

- I got a five-degree angle.

- Don't worry about that.

It's not enough of an angle.

You never asked me why I did it.

- Did what?

- Why I killed that motherf***er.

Well, I don't condone it.

I just don't care enough about you

to want to know.

You got a real way about you,

don't you, master guns?

They're here.

Black Mercedes with escorts.

Right on schedule.

Bastard doesn't know

he's got less than a minute.

If he moves,

give me half a mil lead.

Roger.

- Wind?

- Same.

- Target's out and moving.

- Ready.

Diversion's set.

Head shot. Fire.

What's up?

- Nothing. Ready.

- Are you sure?

Just keep your eye on the scope

and shut the f*** up.

Okay.

Center chest.

Fire!

Target's down.

Sh*t.

Sh*t, they made us.

There is no goddamn way

they can see us up here.

There! There he is!

All right, let's break down the hide

and didi out of here.

Four blocks, we reach the church.

- We should split up.

- Negative.

Keep your sidearm in your hand.

They're looking for two men.

Maybe separate-

They'll be looking at everyone.

Stick together, we cover each other.

Three more blocks.

- What?

- Change of plans.

Who was the last to get on?

The gentleman and two others.

Your identification, please.

Sure.

Cover him.

On the floor!

We've got company!

Coming up fast!

Left! Left!

Cole!

What are you doing?

Get out of the street!

You dumb son of a b*tch.

Beckett didn't make it

to the extraction point.

- Was he captured?

- Negative.

Our people report

only Cole in custody.

Is Beckett dead?

It doesn't really matter.

Op's still on track.

Where are the others?

You're not alone.

No one takes a shot like that alone.

So who is with you?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

So you think...

...being in here is...

...funny.

Not really.

United Nations?

Americans?

British?

Russian?

Do I look Russian to you?

Get him out of here.

What are you doing?

You shouldn't have come here.

We ran into a problem.

Come in.

You should have gone to the church.

- They took your partner.

- Is he still alive?

Yes.

On TV, they say his capture

will prove to the world...

...that we are the victims

of United Nations atrocities.

Where are they holding him?

Sponza prison.

I've never heard of that.

No one has,

not in your world.

It's a secret place where Valstoria's

men imprison their special enemies.

We have to figure a way

to get him out.

- It's impossible.

- Nothing's impossible.

Is there something

you're not telling me?

Of course not.

Let me talk to some people.

Maybe there's a way.

Pavel.

He's waking up!

The American is waking up!

Pavel!

Leave the man alone.

Let him have some rest.

Is it true what they say?

He killed Valstoria?

I think it is foolhardy to move him now.

We run a great risk of taking him

into the open.

What you think is not important.

They have started to advance

in the North and West.

We have no proof

they know about this place.

We're making a huge mistake!

The mistake was yours when

you let them kill Valstoria.

Now we must seek the protection

of our allies to the East.

The decision has been made...

Don't say anything.

Just nod occasionally.

What did you say?

That if you got drunk again tonight

and were a bad lover...

...I was going to leave you.

All these arms

are from World War ll.

Some of it, yes.

What are they doing here?

My grandfather fought the Germans.

My father, against the Communists.

Now it's our turn.

Mauser 792.

It's an antique, but one of the

finest weapons the Germans made.

Yes.

I guess it'll do.

Cole's in.

The hit on Valstoria's got them

running scared, as planned.

They should move

our primary target soon.

- How do we know Cole made contact?

- We dont.

All right. Let's finish this.

Will this do?

- I think it'll do.

- Sophia!

It's okay. These are my brothers,

Vojislav and Zoran.

This is Sergeant Beckett.

The American who crashes streetcars?

He should not be here.

He is not part of the plan.

His presence could jeopardize

Pavel's escape.

Well he is here!

We have no choice now!

Say again in English.

There is great concern

over Valstoria's killing.

The American prisoner and several

others will be moved to Pozarevac.

Pozarevac is a fortress,

impenetrable.

Once they take him,

he'll be executed.

Okay. Get me five men,

your best shooters...

...and I'll need a map...

What's so funny?

There is no one to help you

except us.

Yes.

You people

are the entire underground?

We're the only ones left, no?

Yes.

Okay.

Get me your best shooter.

It's me.

Hurrah.

Get out! Come on, move!

You're Pavel, right?

When the time comes,

just do as I say.

You two over there.

I don't know what happened.

It just stopped...

Get that piece of sh*t out of the way.

He's in the other truck.

Cmon already! Cmon, move!

Weapon!

Who the hell is he?

That's classified.

Classified, my ass.

Get rid of him.

- Calm down, Beckett.

- No! We're on a mission.

We're not here to make new friends.

Your mission is over.

It ended when you killed Valstoria.

This man is mine.

- What do you mean, yours?

- My mission:

Get captured, find this man...

...and bring him out of the country.

Your mission was

just a setup for mine.

Are you all in this together?

Don't act like this is the first time...

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