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It's a speciality armament.

Very few produced.

The manufacturer has an exclusive contract

with Britain's intelligence services.

Are you saying that the shooter is English?

No. He's saying start calling

their armouries now.

Punch in on the dock.

Watcher Two, go in on the dock times five.

ALICE OVER RADIO: Pan left then down.

There. You see that?

It's the electrical line.

Did your men sweep under the dock?

(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus, Emily.

- That could be a det cord.

- Alice!

Sh*t.

Watcher team, be advised, there is a friendly

about to cross your perimeter.

I repeat, a friendly.

This is Commander MacPhee, MPS, London.

You wanted a manifest check of my armoury?

Er, yes, Commander. We were wondering

if you had some information...

If I have any AT308 Charlie sniper rifles

currently in the field?

Right. We have reason to believe that...

Just one.

Checked out and properly signed for by

a 12-year veteran of the security service.

- MI5?

- That's right. MI5.

Thank you, sir.

EMILY:
Watcher One,

Eagle is not seeing you. Report.

Watcher One, Eagle is not seeing you. Report.

Eagle, this is One. Checking my link.

- (GUN FIRES)

- (GROANS)

Jesus. What just happened?

What's going on?

Watcher Two, this is Eagle.

Check your link, please.

- (GUN FIRES)

- (GROANS)

MAN:
Sh*t.

Watcher team, this is Eagle. Report stat.

WILSON OVER RADIO: Watcher One, in position.

Watcher One, do you have eyes

on Watchers Two and Three?

Affirmative. All's good here.

It's clear.

No device found.

(BOAT APPROACHING)

ALICE OVER RADIO:

Mercer is here. I'm going off radio.

(IN ARABIC)

(MERCER SPEAKING)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

- Yes.

- Ed Romley.

Has a marksman named Wilson been

assigned to your command?

- Why?

- Because if he has,

you've been compromised.

Abort! Abort!

(AMJAD IN ARABIC)

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN GROANS)

No, please, no.

I got it. Right.

Sutter will meet you as arranged.

The Edgewater at 7:00.

The riverboat restaurant.

- (AMJAD SPLUTTERING)

- MERCER:
Thank you, sir.

(AMJAD COUGHING)

(GROANS)

Come on. It's okay. You're okay.

- (GUN FIRES)

- (GRUNTS)

Alice!

(IN ARABIC)

(CHILDREN TALKING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN OVER PA:
Ladies and gentlemen,

please present your bags to be checked

on entry to the stadium.

You're late.

Mercer was late.

- He's been given the go order.

- I know. But we got a problem.

MAN ON PHONE:
This is wrong. I can't do it.

- I can't do it.

- You must, my son.

God has willed it.

But children too?

They have done nothing wrong.

MERCER:
Their fathers reject God.

And when they grow up, they will too.

- How do we know?

- We have the imam's blessing.

Be strong, my son.

Start the timers.

This is wrong. I can't do it.

- I got this.

- Whoa. I got somebody closer.

MERCER:
Start the timers,

or you will answer to Allah for all eternity!

Please. Please. I can't. I just...

(SPLUTTERS)

This is for your heavy work.

Only for the Moroccan kid.

We still owe you Racine.

Why is that?

Because they missed.

- Hey, Al, we was in here talking about you.

- Shut up!

So you still owe him, hmm?

Here I am.

(GROANS)

You piece of sh*t.

- Once the surprise wears off, Al...

- You played me.

That will never wear off.

- Get up.

- Or what?

Or your next death won't be a staged one.

Get up!

On your feet.

Tell me the target.

Don't insult me.

(GROANS)

How did you know the imam was blocking

terror strikes?

(GROANS)

Because too many of his meetings had

had benign outcomes.

- So you snatched his messenger?

- And teed up your entrance.

(GRUNTS)

It was a decent plan till things went sideways.

I'd been briefed, of course.

Knew you'd escaped the hotel.

Knew I had incomplete information,

so I improvised.

(SIGHS) I'm getting too old for this sh*t.

- And I put someone on you.

- Jack. He was good.

- I have an eye for talent.

- Yeah. You mentored me.

I trained you in the country's interest.

I know about Paris.

- What... What about Paris?

- Paris, you f***!

(BOTH GRUNT)

Traitors...

Need to be taken out.

Traitors? You murdered 24 people.

An Algerian suicide bomber did.

Six were children!

He was a threat to national security!

He was a fellow CIA officer.

You ordered him to the bridge.

A target I acquired for you.

All this time you let me think...

Haven't I always said to you, Al,

it wasn't your fault?

I'm so stupid.

That's why you chose me again.

No, no, you're a clutch player, Al.

And whenever it matters...

You sink that three-pointer.

The target?

I said, don't insult me.

The f***ing target, Eric!

(GROANS)

MAN:
What's going on?

- Who are you?

- Take a walk.

Hey!

Oi! Stop!

- (CROWD CHEERS)

- (MARCHING BAND PLAYS)

COMMENTATOR 1:
American football in London.

We're an hour away from kick-off,

but this sell-out crowd is already pouring

into the stadium for pre-game festivities.

COMMENTATOR 2:

The atmosphere is electric, Terry.

Could it be this American sport is finally

catching on globally?

COMMENTATOR 1:
Even quite a few Yanks

crossed the pond for it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ANNOUNCER OVER PA)

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to London.

Now put your hands together...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

The timers are device-sensitive,

so you can only arm

and disarm them from this.

Once armed, you've got five minutes.

- How are we looking now?

- You tell me, sir.

(CROWD CHEERS)

WILSON:
The elevators are rigged.

I'll wire you your money.

(CROWD CHEERS)

(C*CKS GUN)

Guess I'm getting a little slow

in my old age.

I suppose that's loaded now?

ALICE:
Uh-huh.

Why are you doing this?

Math. Lives lost versus lives saved.

- That simple, huh?

- Always.

Even if it takes going the extra distance.

How far is that?

Tell me how to stop it.

You can't. It's a timed detonation.

- (ALICE SIGHS)

- Attagirl.

How many dead?

Enough to get our attention.

Global viruses are the biggest threat

to mankind

and Washington is asleep, Al.

It's an American affliction.

You know, they truck-bombed

the World Trade Centre in '93,

but it takes 9/11 to make an impression.

Ebola hops across the Atlantic

but we ignored that warning too.

Some kind of sick wake-up call?

No. I'd call it a stress test

of America's bio defence.

Those American guests next door

are gonna fly back to Oregon or to Oklahoma,

each one of them a ticking bomb.

And when they go off, Washington will

appreciate its staggering lack of preparation.

And do what exactly?

Legalise what's needed for the next time.

Forced isolation of all contacts.

Quarantine camps

and the troops to secure them.

Real-time access to private medical records.

You're talking about medical martial law.

I'm talking about keeping up

with Mother Nature,

with her speed, with the tricks that

she's learned over millions of years.

Run, sir!

(GROANS)

How far, you ask?

As far as it takes to protect my country.

(ALICE GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CROWD CHEERS)

Officer Racine? For you.

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