- Hell of a presidential race, sir.
- Every day, the same damn joke.
- The hell they make you out of?
- Bourbon and poor choices.
With security at unprecedented levels, this isn't just a gathering of the worlds most powerful leaders,
it is the most protected event on earth.
- Welcome to London, Mr. President.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- Bugs the hell out of me.
- Get down!
An attack...
... has decimated the British capital.
Five of the worlds leaders are now dead.
- Stay with me, we'll get you out of here.
The American President....
- Now!
... is unaccounted for.
- To our friends in the west
- Barkawi
- Number six on the ten list.
- What do you want?
- Your president.
- That's not going to happen.
- Then every death from this moment forward,
will be on your head.
- We have to find Barkawi, before he finds the president.
- We are going to kill him slowly and broadcast it live.
- Yeah? Well, you should've brought more men.
- I will not be executed as propaganda,
you don't let them take me, but if it comes to it, I want you to kill me.
- That's an order.
- London is just the first stop,
just imagine, every major city
decending into chaos.
Your president dies tonight.
- To those who threaten our freedom,
America will rise up.
- Alright, here we go!
- And make no mistake,
we will find you,
and we will destroy you.
- Mike, we're getting you out!
- Go, go, go!
- Rooftop, 3 o'clock!
- Brace for impact.
- Oh my god
