Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 4, Episode 1 - Episode #4.1 - full transcript

Previously on Strike Back...

Section 20 requires new leadership.

Some of you already
know Captain Dalton.

Michael Stonebridge, you
must miss it, in the field?

Tonight you'll be
employing live rounds.

Get down!

- What happened to your brother...
- His name was Jake. He was a fine soldier.

- What's in the case?
- Nuclear triggers.

Do you have any idea what possession of those
triggers could mean in the wrong hands?

- Can we start again?
- Of course we can.

Kerry!



Craig Hanson as the man
who murdered your wife.

- Conrad Knox.
- That is our new target?

He could certainly
afford those triggers.

With this...
We can raise Africa

to where its voice is not
just heard, but listened to.

There are clear guidelines
about the treatment of prisoners.

- Craig Hanson, Mr. Knox.
- Hire him.

If we deactivate this one
without doing the other one

at exactly the same
time, it'll detonate.

I forgive you.

This isn't about Africa.
This is about you.

Fuck me.

No!

Dalton has been shot.



Section 20 has
a future after all.

It's a good thing
there was two of you.

BEQAA VALLEY, LEBANON

- Please...
- Shut up!

You are making a mistake. I have told you,
I am a journalist. You are making a mistake.

The woman you were
with... a journalist, too?

I don't know who you mean.

Don't you know what
we do with spies?

You are making a mistake.
I am Associated Press.

Check my credentials!

Where is the woman?

- Go fuck yourself!
- Stop!

Stop!

Kamali.

- Al-Zuhari would not...
- Al-Zuhari and I speak as one.

You should know that.

He"ll tell you nothing.

And we don't have time for this.

You are making a mistake.
I am a journalist.

I know who you are, Sgt. Baxter.

I know everything.

STRIKE BACK 4x01
Sub: dcdah, Edited: Szaki

NORTHERN CALIFORNIA, USA

You see, in Britain, we have
a game called Snooker,

which is similar in
many ways; it just, uh,

requires a more skillful
and delicate touch.

It's also played on a larger
table with much smaller pockets,

so this is, um, easy.

- You served?
- No, ma'am. I'm an accountant.

- You boys wear it like a badge.
- I'm on holiday.

- How far are you going?
- Until we run out of road.

May you find peace
at the end of it.

Cheers to that.

Oh, fuck me.
I love American girls.

- Where's that buddy of yours at? - You should
probably ask that pretty waitress of yours.

That's my daughter!

"Let's have some fun," you said.
"Let's get away from it all," you said, yeah. Brilliant.

Michael, you wanted
to go for a fuckin' walk.

Mate, the Camino de
Santiago's not a walk,

it's a spiritual pilgrimage.
I told you that.

Hey, you boys, you know that
California's a helmet state, right?

No, sir, we weren't
aware of that.

- I was.
- Really?

And you got traffic violations in
6 other states from here to Alaska.

Only 6?

- You runnin' from somethin'?
- Uh, we're just on holiday, sir.

- Vacation. - Vacation.
- He means vacation.

License and registration.

Does that belong to you?

Is that Richmond?

Fucking Richmond.

- They're definitely with us.
- See ya, man.

Stand to, Sergeants.
Leave is over.

- What's going on? - What're you
talking about? We just got here!

Come on, Michael.
Back me up on this.

- Look, we're heading south.
We have plans. - Not anymore!

- Why? - What happened?
- Baxter's dead!

- What? How?
- Come on.

- Briefing en route.
- Wait!

Transport waiting
at Twentynine Palms airbase.

I got a situation here.

BEIRUT, LEBANON

Shit.

Out!

Out!

Not you, Sankara,
you sack of shit!

- You betrayed me.
- No! I swear!

They murdered one of my men.

You give me Kamali, or Hezbollah finds out
that you're working for me.

But I'm not...

You better hope they think so.

Colombia! They went to Colombia!

- Colombia's a big fucking place! - Kamali's meeting
the Gomez Cartel and the Russians!

They're about to go to war!

Put some fucking clothes
on. You're disgusting.

- Ready, Sergeant. - What is that
you're gonna put in my ass?

Yellow fever, tetanus, typhoid.

You're going into Colombian jungle, Sergeant.
You're gonna be dodging more than bullets.

Seein' as you asked so
nicely, Doc, here you go, man.

Here we go.

- That wasn't gel.
- Who's your daddy now?

Major Dalton, they're
ready for the briefing now.

Welcome back, Sergeants.

- I presume you've heard
about Baxter. -Yes, ma'am!

We will have time to mark
his death, but as it stands,

we only have a small window of
time to catch the fuck who did it.

Richmond...
Whitehall online yet?

Coming up now, Major.

They're ready for you, sir.

Major.

- Gentlemen. - Shit.
- Good evening, Colonel.

- That's Philip Locke.
- What, you know him?

No. I know of him.

- Never met.
- Headlines only.

While you two were away
on your little soiree,

an operation in Beirut
went badly wrong.

Sgt. Baxter's
killer is this man...

Leo Kamali. He's a British national,
Lebanese heritage.

Kamali is the money man of
the Al-Zuhari terror network

and the brains of the operation.

Thanks to Kamali, Al-Zuhari
and his organization control

the supply of most of the cocaine
and heroin going into Europe.

Dalton and Baxter were
tracking him, and, uh, well...

care to embellish, Major?

Low-level surveillance,
intelligence-gathering.

- We got made somehow.
- Can you turn that off?

We get Kamali, we
get Al-Zuhari himself.

He's the ultimate target of this mission,
and we've never had a chance to get to him before,

until now.

We have no current intelligence
on Al-Zuhari's whereabouts,

but thanks to Major Dalton, we
know Kamali's currently in Bogota,

but our chance to
get him is limited.

Colombia is still its usual
mess of corruption and violence.

Cartels still have politicians and police
on the payroll, so there is no trusting anyone.

Except this woman.

That's Kim Martinez,
a DEA agent

running a small narco unit
in the jungle near an area

controlled by cartel
boss Miguel Gomez.

He's the man Kamali's
gonna meet.

I've worked with Martinez before.
She's good. She's very good.

She'll take you to him.

Richmond'll set up the Mobile
Crib at Bogota Air Force base.

- Questions?
- Yeah. You want him dead or alive?

We want Kamali alive.

With his intel, we could cripple
Al-Zuhari's entire network.

Agreed.

But if capture's
not an option...

kill him.

- Roger that.
- Yes, sir.

The holiday's over, lads.
Good luck.

Oh, and, Major Dalton,

you know I've been looking for an excuse
to get some dust on my boots.

- Don't give me one.
- No, sir.

If they're bringing Locke
into this, it's serious shit.

Yeah? What's his story?

Philip Locke. He's a
Special Forces legend.

When I trained at Hereford, he
was the man we all wanted to be.

He's served in every major
theater for the last 3 decades.

Rumor has it he was one of the men who
went after the IRA on Gibraltar.

Got it.

- Do you think they're ready for this?
- The cartels don't screw around.

How are they looking?

Better than you, ma'am.

- We should be fuckin' slammin' tequilas
in Baja right now. - Don't tell me that, Michael!

Shit.

The plan was always to
come back to Twenty, right?

Mike?

See you on the ground.

See ya round.

Go on. Say something.

Zero, this is Bravo team.

On the ground... finally.

Zero, this is Bravo team.
Do you read me?

- You got anything?
- Nothing.

- Cartel must be jamming the signal.
- Yeah.

Movin' out.

CAQUET?, COLUMBIA

Fuck me.

- Mike.
- Yeah?

BOGOTA AIR FORCE BASE, COLUMBIA

Corporal.
Are we up yet?

Got comms online in 20 minutes.

- What's the problem?
- Signal issues.

- Get it sorted.
- Yes, ma'am.

I need the Crib operational.

Scott and Stonebridge are
in country and need support.

I want their location
and I want radio contact.

Dropped into some
shit hole like this.

Fuckin' God knows
what diseases around.

Pick some bad-ass hombre,
and for what?

World's just gonna
keep on turnin',

and some asshole's
just gonna replace him.

We're in the bad-ass
hombre-making business, buddy.

- Fuckin' job creators.
- Ours is not to reason why.

Well, maybe it's time we start.
I'm gettin' sick of this shit.

I just want to
fuckin' win, you know?

There's no win. You
know that. We still...

What the fuck was that?

- Probably a candiru.
- What the fuck's that?

The little fish that swims up
your cock and drinks your blood.

You can't get it out.
It's got barbs.

- You fuckin' kiddin' me? - No, mate.
- We get a vaccine for that?

Nothin' to worry about, mate,

'cause it'll never
find your tiny cock.

Fuck you.
I want to get out now.

Bravo, this is Zero.
Radio check, over.

On it. Bravo, this is Zero.
Radio check, over.

Zero, this is Bravo Team.
Difficult radio check, over.

We can track you, but clear
comms are gonna be hard.

You're two clicks south of
the rendezvous with Martinez.

Good bearing.

Who betrayed us?

Who betrayed us?

Who betrayed us?

Get up, you bitch!

A name.

That's all I want from you.
A name.

Give me a name!

Fuck you!

Colonel, what does the name
Sebastian Gray mean to you?

Gray?

Well, he was with MI6.

He worked out of the Beirut
consulate in the eighties,

but when they recalled him,
he vanished.

Up until two years ago,

he was selling intel
to the highest bidder,

but then went to ground when
he pissed off the French.

They sent a team in to get
him. We thought he was dead.

Yeah, well, I have a pretty
strong feeling he isn't. Need to find him.

Well, I'll send you what we can,
but it's past its sell-by date.

And if you do find him,
approach from downwind.

He sees you first, you've lost him.

Get me on the next
flight to Beirut.

Right away, sir.

Hello sir!

How are you?

Are you alone?

Hands up.

- I take it that weapon's not for fishing.
- Protection.

Around here, you never
know when some dumb gringo

will come out of the jungle.

Perhaps I should
introduce my friends, huh?

Gentlemen.

You're late.

- I thought there was two of you.
- There is.

Kim Martinez.
Even lovelier in the flesh.

Don't try that charm shit on me.

- This one talk?
- When I have something to say, yeah.

So you're Colonel
Locke's team, huh?

Well, we better get you
briefed before you go

stumbling into somebody
else in the jungle.

Not everybody's as
warm-hearted as me.

- I like her.
- You would.

Listen, if you boys want Kamali,

you're going to have to
take him from this guy...

Miguel Gomez,

former Colombian police commander.

- He changed sides?
- Money'll do that.

Now, Gomez was a brutal cop,
but he is in a whole 'nother

league now he's
running his own cartel.

He calls himself "The Jaguar."

All this is his.

It's heavily guarded and patrolled,

but Colonel Locke tells me
you guys get the job done,

operating behind the lines.

Yep, that's us.

There's a line?

Kamali's here only
once or twice a year,

and we know he's key to moving the cartel's
money out of the country.

Now Gomez has
called together all

the cartel bosses to meet
with a Russian arms dealer.

My guess... it was
on Kamali's orders.

Gomez's place is
two clicks southeast.

Find a suitable
O.P., wait till dark.

Sounds like a plan.

- Leo.
- Miguel, my friend.

It's good to see you.
It's been too long.

Seems like you only come to see
me now when there are problems.

- Are they all here?
- You're the last.

I have entertainment.

You didn't need to bring
your own puta madre.

Her name is Celine, Miguel,
and she is not for The Jaguar.

- Viktor?
- Yeah, Viktor is here, not Arkady.

- He can make it a problem.
- We have a lot of unhappy people here, Leo.

We expected the organ
grinder, not the monkey.

Sometimes the monkey
is easier to control.

- Viktor, you remember
my friend Leo. - I do.

Do remember me to your father.
He is a great man.

It's a shame he couldn't be here.

I speak for my
father in all things.

Is there a problem, soldier?

Candiru. You know, those little
fish that swim up...

Not here.
It's the Amazon.

Asshole.

I shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't have to be here,

and that I am must surely tell us

that something is
not as it should be.

Our activities

are under more scrutiny
than ever before.

Every agency, every police force
bring their strength against us,

and yet we prevail.

How? Because we are
united in our efforts.

Division will destroy us.

Lack of trust will destroy us,

and I will not tolerate it.

Al-Zuhari will not tolerate it.

Who says crime doesn't pay, huh?

I got 4 on the towers.

I got at least 6 on the ground.

Am I right in believing
that Samuel has paid you

for the arms shipment which you
agreed to deliver a week ago?

You know where your fucking ship is
and you know why it's not here.

Leo, you talk about respect?

Two of my best men killed, huh?!

Is this true?

Samuel says that the russians raped
and murdered one of his whores

and he had them killed in return.

- Martinez. - Hmm? - Want to take out
the guards, cover our exfil?

Why don't I just go in and
grab Kamali for you, too?

A distraction for our
exfil will be great.

- You got it.
- "You got it."

- He gets "You got it"?
- He's polite.

Besides, that British
accent kills me.

There is a way for
us to make a peace,

but it is through
sacrifice that we progress.

Of course, Viktor,

you will deliver the shipment.

I'll ensure Arkady will
hear of your diplomacy,

and he'll be proud of his son.

- Samuel... - Hey, I'm not going
to do a fucking...

You will make redress
for your actions,

and we will all
learn a new respect.

So let's go in soft,
let's grab Kamali,

and let's leave, try
not to start a war here.

Copy that.

Stop it!

Stop. Hold on.

- Damien.
- Rebecca.

- What the fuck are you doing here?
- What do you think I'm doing here?

You said you were out.

You said no more
Mossad, no more killing!

I gave you that out!

Did you really believe
it was gonna be that easy?

- Jesus Christ.
- This is what we do.

And you?

- I'm here for Leo Kamali.
- Ha.

"Ha."

What's that mean?

Gracias, brother, gracias.

- Kamali's mine.
- Bullshit.

Do you have any idea what I had
to do to get close to this guy?

- Yeah, I got a pretty fair idea, Rebecca.
- Do you even know who he is?

- Yeah, of course I do. He's Allah's banker.
- So why do you think I'm here?

What? So Mossad can disappear him?

Fuck that. He killed one of ours.
I'm taking him.

Damien, do not fuck this up.

I am this close to
getting somethi...

- Celine?
- Fuck.

Celine?

Celine?

You locked the door?

I don't like how these
bodyguards look at me.

They make me feel like
one of those cheap hookers.

I don't like these
people any more than you.

It's necessary.

I will make it up to you.

I promise.

Not now. There'll time
later for us.

I love it when you speak Arabic.

No.

Buenas noches.

What is this, a
fuckin' family reunion?

- Pretty harsh.
- Not really.

Want to get dressed?

- You're making a big mistake.
- Shut him up.

- You don't know what you're doing.
- No, he just makes it look that way.

You have to listen
to me. You have...

No, I don't.

What are you doing?

- Oh, shit.
- Move!

No, no, no, no, no.

Calm down.
I'm on your side.

The fuck you wearing?

You think I brought my fatigues?

This the exit.

As long as Locke's little
buddy's done her job.

Delta, need that distraction.

You can't do this. Kamali's mine.

Unless you got a Mossad team out there
disguised as tree frogs,

he's ours. Oh, yeah.

It's always the little things
they don't tell you, huh?

Like she's an Israeli agent?

Delta, come in, Delta. Delta,
how about that distraction?

Delta, come in. Do you copy?

Delta, respond.

Nothing.
Scott, moving.

Oy, come here!

What the fuck?!

- Come here.
- Do you know who the fuck I am?!

I don't care who you
are. Come here, mate.

Don't!

Moving.

Fuck.

Follow me, follow me!
Move!

Just follow me,
just follow me!

Viktor!

Viktor!

Viktor.

You remember whose
side you're on, huh?

All right, you guys got
to start moving! Move!

Go!

- Who the hell is that?
- It's a long story. Move!

Moving.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Damn it!

The only way you leave here is with a bullet
in your head. Now fucking move.

Don't shoot.
They haven't made us yet.

- Oh, God.
- Come here!

Martinez!

Martinez!

- Move!
- Fuck!

Rebecca! Down there!

- Oh, God.
- Halt!

Martinez!
Come here! Come here!

Come here!

Follow me!

Martinez! Get back here!

- Moving!
- Fuck!

Mikey! 9 o'clock

Fuck! Scott, moving!

Grenade!

Good work.

Bravo One. Do you copy?
This is Brave One. Come in.

Zero, we need an exfil now.

Nothing.

- Fuck.
- We're on our own.

Stay down.

Mike! More coming
on the ridge!

Catch it!

- Fuck! Told you I couldn't cover 'em!
- Move! Move! Move! Down!

- Oh! Michael!
- Yeah?

- You Navy boys like to swim, right?
- Yeah.

You want to go get that boat?

Yeah, let's do it!
What the hell? Why not?

Rebecca! You cover us back there!

- What the hell is he doing?
- Something brave or something stupid.

Can't tell yet.

Go! Move!

Michael!

I'm coming to you!
We'll go around!

Rebecca! To the river!

Rebecca! The river!

- Fuck!
- Well, go or don't go! Your choice!

Move!
Come on!

Go! Move!

Let's go! Run! Mike!

Fuck! All right!
Get on the 30-cal!

Help him in!
Come on, go, go!

Fuckin' eat shit!

Nice work, Aquaman!

Now take us home!

Oh, come on! Are you
fuckin' kiddin' me?!

Oh, shit!

- Ready, Martinez?
- You got it.

Now! Now!

- Fuckin' fire up that 30-cal,Scott!
- I'm on it!

Fuckin' piece of shit!

Fuck! 30-cal's out.

- Mikey!
- Yeah?

I'm down to my sidearm.
How are you doing?

Fuck! I'm losing power,
Scott! Losing power!

The engine's hit!
We need a Plan B, mates!

Fuckin' awesome!

You got any C4 left?

- Get going on that next one.
- OK.

- Michael!
- Yeah?

Get down here!

Martinez, throw me another mag!

- Take the wheel.
- Got it.

All right! I throw, you shoot!

- On one or zero?
- Shut the fuck up and shoot it!

- Shit!
- Fuck! You missed!

I can't believe you
fuckin' missed!

You fuckin' throw it right,
I'll fuckin' hit it!

Go!

- Fuck you!
- Fuck, yeah!

Nice work, Michael.

Nice shooting. Whoo!
Nice bomb-making.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Zero, this is Bravo Team.

Do you read me?

Bravo, from Zero, good check, over.
Sit-rep?

It's a little hairy.
We got the package.

Good work. Bring him in.

Get down! Get down!

Get down! Shit!

Get us out of here!

- Oh, shit! Incoming!
- Down!

Bravo, come in.
Bravo Team, respond.

Sub: dcdah
Edited: Szaki