Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 4, Episode 2 - Episode #4.2 - full transcript
After the Kamali escape, Section 20 tries to capture him by breaking into his safety deposit box in a downtown Bogata bank. Dalton continues to track down the people in Beirut who gave her up.
Previously on Strike Back...
I know who you are, Sgt. Baxter.
I know everything.
Sgt. Baxter's
killer is this man...
Leo Kamali.
If you boys want Kamali, you're going
to have to take him from Miguel Gomez,
He's running his own cartel.
Kamali's key to moving
the cartel's money out of the country.
- Damien.
- Rebecca.
Who betrayed us?
What does the name
Sebastian Gray mean to you?
Well, he was with MI6
We got the package.
Scott, Stonebridge,
can you hear me?
Kamali!
Scott!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Where is Kamali?
Fuck Gomez!
STRIKE BACK 4x02
Sub: dcdah; Edited: Szaki
BOGOTA, COLOMBIA
You know that asshole came back
to the boat to help me get you out?
If he hadn't have,
you wouldn't be here.
- "That asshole" being Kamali?
- Yeah.
Who fuckin' does that?
He just found you're
a Mossad agent.
- If it were me...
- You would have let me die.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Me, too.
You see?
That's why we're
made for each other.
I have to go.
Fuck. Really?
Rebecca.
- How long till they get here?
- Who?
That Mossad team that
you're waiting for.
Don't bullshit me.
I know that Kamali's
still in this town.
Otherwise you wouldn't
be here with me.
- Maybe I want to be here with you.
- Yeah.
Well, this is a Mossad mission.
- You crashed my party,
remember? - Yeah.
- When do they get here?
- 24 hours.
Shit.
Yeah.
It'll be too late.
He really will
have gone by then.
Unless, of course,
you and me team up, together,
and double our
chances of getting him.
He's got a safe deposit box
in a bank in every
city he operates in.
Dead-drops for intel, cash,
passports, and a
list of safe houses.
He will be in one of
those houses,
waiting for Gomez to get
him across the border.
We get the safe deposit
box, we get Kamali.
Nice.
What are you
so happy about?
Because...
- we're going to rob a bank.
- We're going to do what?
It's not really a bank.
The safety deposit boxes are
under the Central Stock Exchange.
You kidding me? You
told me it was a bank.
It has a vault. You still
get to play bank robber.
Awesome. That's all I needed.
- What? You didn't play cops and
robbers when you were a kid? - Yeah.
Then let me guess. You played the cop,
didn't you, Michael?
Well, now you got to play
the robber. So you in or out?
If this is what keeps us from telling Locke
that we've lost Kamali, then I'm in.
Bingo. Right! We're robbin' a bank.
It's your town. How do you want to do it?
Well, you know
Miguel Gomez already.
Yeah, loves cats
and he's great with an RPG.
And this is his brother, Raoul.
He didn't win the Gomez
family genetic lottery.
Cocaine addict with a
heart condition, but still,
thanks to big brother, president of the
Central Stock Exchange.
Stick a gun in his fat gut and
he'll walk us through security.
That's your plan? To walk in?
Do we have time to dig a tunnel?
It's Sunday. Minimal bodies on the
ground. Keeps it simple.
- Does Raoul have any protection?
- Two bodyguards and a driver.
- That's light. - That's 'cause everybody
knows who his brother is.
Sundays he always walks his ugly-ass dog
in the Simon Bolivar Park.
Let's just say, for the sake of argument,
that something does actually go wrong
and the real police
come running.
I'm not shooting some cop
just for doing their job.
This is Colombia. The police are never
the first people you call.
- No. Everyone knows
it's the Ghostbusters.- You're twat.
- You guys talk too much.
- Enough. Please.
- Martinez? - Thank you.
If something goes wrong,
there'll be a private military
response team heading your way.
Just another cartel-owned company.
Now, these boys bust through
before the cops even hear about it.
You don't want to fuck with them.
Yeah, well, we won't have to
if it goes according to plan.
'Cause it will go
according to plan.
It's a bank robbery. They
never go wrong, do they?
BEIRUT, LEBANON
You took your time.
I've been busy.
Keep walking.
You're faintly desperate, but
I don't think you're going to shoot me.
Put a bullet through your
leg if you try to run again.
I'm flattered you think
I could outrun you.
I heard the French
were looking for you.
We came to an agreement.
What about you?
Section 12?
20.
The bluntest of their instruments.
What do you want with me?
Found your name in a book of matches
on a man who was trying to kill me.
I imagine there's more
than one hired killer
in Beirut with my
name in his pocket.
Did you give me up?
I have enough blood
on my conscience.
Whoever betrayed you,
it wasn't me.
- Hola.
- Hola.
I wouldn't, fat man,
unless you got
a puncture repair kit ready.
- You have any idea who I am?
- Oh, we know exactly who you are.
Help!
Come on. Let's take
a walk. Come on.
Damn! You're good.
Practice.
Excuse me.
I've been tracking Leo Kamali.
Leo Kamali's
a property developer.
Kamali is a money man;
without the cash he launders,
Al-zuhari and his followers
would be nothing but
a bunch of angry Arabs
burning flags outside
western embassies.
Sorry, I can't help
you. I'm out of the game.
Bullshit.
You're here, you're in it, selling
whatever information you can dig up
to just about anyone
who'll pay for it.
Do I disgust you?
Is it my lack of loyalty or honor?
Name one government
or nation that has any.
Am I supposed
to do it on my own?
You have built this world...
you and your kind.
Oh, I see. I suppose that means
you have scruples.
And what would you do to get to
the truth you're looking for, eh?
Shoot an old man in the leg?
You know what I see when
I look at you, Rachel?
I see a girl who is lost,
on the edge, and you
should trust me on this
because I've seen it all before.
The same people who sent you out here sent
Leatherby out 10 years ago...
You know Leatherby?
What do they say about him?
How do they explain how
a soldier of his caliber
suddenly switches sides
and works for the enemy?
If you carry on along this path,
it'll happen to you.
All I want you to tell me
is whether or not it was Al-Zuhari
who sent his men to kill me.
That's the
wrong question...
Well, why don't you tell
me what the right one is?
Six intelligence officers have
been killed in the last 3 months.
Car bombings, kidnappings,
assassinations.
This is a systematic
cleansing of the closet.
Al-zuhari is targeting people
specifically who are dangerous to him.
People like you.
It's what Al-Qaeda
did before 9/11.
So something's coming.
What?
A couple of weeks
ago, I heard a whisper
about a man looking for intel
on western military bases.
What intel? Which bases?
All of them, everything:
materiel, personnel,
artillery, schedules.
You know, I asked myself,
I said, "Sebastian...
"The real value here
is not the intel,
it's knowing who really
wants this information."
So I put myself up as a seller.
I let it be known that
I had what they wanted.
So what happened?
What happened?
Al-Zuhari's men snatched
me off the street,
bundled me into the trunk of
a car, and drove me for 3 hours
into the Bekaa Valley to
one of their training camps.
You met Al-zuhari? He's here?
Nobody meets him, not anymore.
His people gave me
3 weeks to deliver.
- But you won't.
- I can't.
I don't have what they want...
But now you know that Al-Zuhari
is targeting western
military bases.
They'll kill you.
Well, but I've always
played by my own rules.
- You could run.
- Where to?
Least I can get a decent
game of backgammon here.
Come in with me.
Help us find Al-Zuhari's base.
You're a brave thing,
aren't you?
I had a daughter...
Shit!
Oh, fuck! Shit!
Ever get that feeling you
outstayed your welcome?
Well, he's giving us nothing.
Always was a little
heavy on the gas.
Get in.
There's a plane standing by.
We're off to Colombia.
Gray is dead.
He knew that Al-zuhari was up to...
Take a breath, Major.
Debrief in the air.
Don't mention it.
- I've always wanted to rob a bank.
- It's not a bank, Scott, it's an exchange.
Out, fat man.
- I told you there's no money here.
- Yeah, we don't want your money.
No? Then what?
OK, you need to get him to punch in
his security code on the way in.
When you get down to the
vault, it's voice recognition.
You put in the code, we're gonna go in.
Any fuss, we'll kill you.
Put the fucking number,
Humpty Dumpty.
- You think that helps?
- Probably not.
It makes me feel good.
Here you go. See?
And it works.
Zero, we're in.
OK, the vault's down the
escalator ahead of you,
and there's one guard at the desk.
Senior Gomez is ill.
Help quickly!
We're gonna take that
escalator to your right.
Keep moving, fat man.
What are you slowing down for?
All right, voice recognition. Speak.
No.
Come on.
Don't fuck with me, fat man.
Speak.
Raoul Gomez.
Heads up.
Perhaps I can be of
some service to you.
No, thank you!
We're fine officer.
- You speak spanish?
- Ah, poquito.
Such beautiful ladies.
Yes she is.
This is such a romantic city.
Don't you agree?
There's no parking here.
Move away.
Sorry, officer.
- Which one's Kamali's?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
Sorry.
Kamali's.
Who is Kamali?
I know you know him.
Ah, it's you.
You treacherous fucking whore!
Which one's Kamali's?
- Which one?
- You don't know him!
If I betray Leo Kamali,
not even my brother
could protect me.
And you don't know
me, so in 10 seconds,
I'm gonna redecorate this vault
with 50 shades of gray matter.
10...9...8...
7...6...
Mike!
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
It's a robbery!
Come now!
Come now!
Sorry, mate.
Zero, we've been made.
A guard raised the alarm.
How long have we got?
- Response time normally
4 minutes. - Shit.
All right, where was it?
- 6...5...
- Please.
4...
3...
2...
1. Which one was it? Huh?!
Fuck!
- What the fuck's happening?
- You've given him a heart attack!
- I didn't fuckin' mean it!
- Yeah! - I didn't mean it!
Oh, i know, it's not like
he's a likely candidate, is he?
- Fuck you, Scott! - Zero, we've got
a little problem with the big guy.
Well, what the fuck
happened to Raoul?
All right, he's unconscious.
Zero, can you hack into
the exchange's database?
I can't hack in before they come.
He's the only link
we have to Kamali.
- Well, then you better
wake him up. - Fast.
- You're gonna have
to revive him. - Me?
- Why? - Because you gave him
the heart attack!
Yeah, well, I didn't mean to.
I did her. It's your turn.
Her, not a 200-pound coke-snorting gorilla
with halitosis, Damien.
- Queen and country, Michael.
That's all I'm saying. - Fuck!
You've got a bigger
problem than that...
Ohh! I'll do it.
Oh, my God, that's disgusting.
I'm trying to initiate
hack protocols.
OK, I've got nothing
under "Kamali."
Give me a name, I'll
give you a number.
- What's his mother's name?
- Lisa Cooper.
Father...
Youssef Kamali.
Negative... no Lisa,
no Cooper, no Youssef.
Come on! Wake up!
Two minutes.
Wait. Esther.
Try Esther.
- He likes the name.
- You kidding me?
You guys already
talk baby names?
- Negative.
- It has to be.
- What does it mean?
- Star.
Yep, got it. John
Charles Star. 553.
553 553 553, 553.
Right there. Yep, there it is.
Let's go, buddy.
Be advised, armed APC's
arriving your location.
Come on, Mike.
He's gone.
You kidding me?
One problem at a
time. Come on, Michael.
Get out now.
- Fuckin' never goes wrong, does it, Scott?! - Robbing
banks is fucking great! - For fuck's sake!
Shut up!
- Fuck!
- Hey!
- Fuck it!
- Now, look at that!
Nice.
Bloody hell.
You know, if this soldiering thing doesn't work out,
maybe you could be a doctor.
- Thinking about it.
- Anything?
Yeah, possibly.
- Zero, we're coming out right now.
- Roger. Front of the building.
All right, go, go.
Ready? Moving.
See ya, fat man.
- Zero, I've got visual on you.
- Be aware. X-rays in position.
Fuck! Mike, we got a lot of
open ground, a lot of numbers.
- Let's smoke it up.
- In there.
Fuckin' smoke.
Rebecca, once we go,
we got to keep moving.
- You copy that?
- Yes.
Hey, Damien, move it.
- Move!
- Stay down!
Stay down! Stay down!
Goddamn it!
Mike!
- Mike!
- Yeah!
You all right? Did
you get hit? You OK?
- Yeah, I just bit my fucking tongue!
Now move! - Movin'! Movin'! I'm movin'!
Down! Stay the fuck down!
Stay down! Shit!
Get ready to move, Michael!
Mikey!
Go!
Go!
Rebecca, move!
No!
No!
Fuck!
No, no.
No!
No, no, no, no.
No.
Move!
Water. Water. Water.
Here. Come on.
- Come on. All right?
- No, no.
Water? No, no, no. No.
You don't need to do that.
Here O Israel
the Lord is our God,
the Lord is One
I acknowledge...
before you.
- Damien?
- Yeah.
- I'm here.
- I can't see.
- We got to move! - I know!
- Come on!
Scott, we got to move.
If you want to bring
her, we'll bring her.
She's gone, Mike.
She's gone. Here.
You take this and you
find something useful!
- Go!
- We're leaving them?
If this gets us Kamali,
that's all that counts.
- Fuck you!
- Let's move!
Get the fuck out of the car!
Get the fuck out of here!
Get out! Get out of here! Move!
Die!
Let's go!
- Zero, we've got X-rays incoming.
- Fuck! You kidding me? - Thank you!
Fuck you!
Not again! Move, move, move.
Fuck it out, Michael.
Nice driving.
Once Kamali knows the vault's been hit,
he'll know we're closing in.
Yeah? Just give me a second.
We better find out where Kamali is.
Got it.
Safe houses.
Zero, this is Bravo Team. Zero, this is
Bravo Team. What have you got?
I've got coordinates for
3 safe houses used by the cartel.
Roger that.
Which one? You know, Gomez uses
construction as a front.
They put money into
housing developments.
One safe house is a construction site.
That must be it.
Sending the coordinates
through now.
Roger that.
Bravo Team, we're
heading back to the Crib.
You with me, mate?
Yeah.
- Check this for anything I've missed.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Sit-rep? - Bravo Team has
arrived at safe house.
No further activity.
Go.
- Is he inside?
- Zero, moving in.
Confirm situation on the ground.
Bravo, be advised. X-rays
heading in your direction.
Least we know Kamali's here.
Go ahead, bud.
Coming up.
- Where's Rebecca?
- Your buddy Gomez shot her.
I'm sorry.
Scott, outside.
How many?
Uh, too many.
- There's always too many.
- Yeah, well, this time, there really is. Shit.
Hands behind your back.
Do you hear me?
Send Kamali out!
Maybe I'll let you live!
You have until I smoke this.
Let me go. Stay here, you die.
- Like Rebecca, for nothing.
- Shut the fuck up!
- I swear to God, you're gonna die first!
- Scott, help me cover these windows.
Coming in.
Fuck.
There, simple. Zero.
We have the asset secure,
but we're surrounded.
Fuck it.
I always knew
I'd go out like this.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- You?
- No.
No, I actually thought I'd make it.
Pick up my pension, all that.
- Get old and shit? - Yeah, get old,
bedtime stories for the grandkids,
tell them how great I was
before my knees went.
- Well, then you'd be lying to them, Michael.
- Yeah, well, there is that.
- What about you?
- No.
I never saw it
like that for me.
Zero, what do you want
me to do with the asset?
Terminate the asset.
- Make your peace. Now.
- You can't shoot me!
- Yeah, I can. - No, you can't.
- Why is that?
Because I'm CIA.
Bullshit.
Shoot him.
- Start saying your prayers.
- They're coming.
I'm a CIA undercover agent.
My codename is Pegasus.
My controller is August Van Berg.
I was recruited out of Harvard
Business School 15 years ago.
I'm under deep cover to get
inside Al-Zuhari's network.
- Shit. - Call Langley
you have contacts there.
Call them, ask about Pegasus!
Zero, you gettin' that?
We're trying to get a line to Langley now,
but we need more time.
I'm looking for
a handle... Pegasus.
We haven't got time.
Do I shoot him or not?
He's a fucking terrorist.
Go, shoot him, yes.
Yes, I am, and with Langley behind me,
I went right to the fucking top.
I'm inside now,
and if you shoot me,
you lose the only hope anyone
has of stopping Al-Zuhari.
No one is closer than me. No one else got
a fucking chance of finding out the truth.
And he is planning something.
- Something massive.
- What's he planning?
- I don't know yet.
- How convenient.
But I am close.
I need more time.
That's what we're all here
for, right? To stop the terror?
You guys, I have seen
what you can do, and it's impressive,
but I can do more my way.
You just have to trust me.
When that door opens,
you are dead. You know it.
But I can get you out of this. I am
the only hope you have of living out this day!
Untie me and give me
your weapons.
- Oh, fuck off!
- Zero, is he talkin' shit or not?
I don't know. I'm trying to
get through to the right people.
Scott, shoot him.
He killed Baxter.
They were torturing him.
What else could I do?
Out of te way!
Yeah? And Rebecca? Huh?!
I wish she hadn't died,
but she took the same
risks that we all do.
If I'm lying, you die.
If I'm telling the truth,
you still die...
Just not today!
I am CIA. You have to trust me.
Negative, negative.
There is no Pegasus.
Bravo, be advised.
He is not CIA.
I repeat, he is not CIA.
You lying mother...
I miss the honesty of
day-to-day police work.
Oy. You OK?
Yeah.
- Yeah, you sound like I feel.
- Yeah.
- I dreamed we were riding bikes
through Mexico. - Ha!
- I can taste margaritas.
- That's just the blood in your mouth, mate.
Aw, shit.
A uniquely South American device,
based upon the cattle prod,
but manufactured
specifically for...
- The torture of human beings.
- Exactamente, Raoul.
How you doing, Raoul?
Shouldn't you be in the hospital
gettin' a breast reduction, you fat bitch?
And miss this?
High voltage...
but low current.
And you think that's
gonna make us talk?
- You don't think we've trained for this?
- No, no, no, no. He talks.
You scream.
- And now you. - Huh?
- Fuck off.
You talk, and your
friend doesn't suffer.
Now what are your intentions
towards me and my people, hmm?
Sorry, Mikey.
Yeah, do it. Do it, Scott.
I got nothin' but love, man.
Look, I know you're British Intelligence.
Why are you in Colombia?
See, that's where
you're wrong, buddy.
I'm not British,
and he's certainly not intelligent.
Oh, yes, yeah.
Great, that's fun...
You're a fuckin' drug dealer.
Connect the dots, retard.
- OK. Your turn.
- No, no, no.
For this one. Heh!
Ha! I see things between you and my brother
have gotten a little personal.
What'd you do that for?!
You got to ask him a question first!
Because it makes me feel good.
Look, you killed
Viktor Ulyanov. Why?
Who?
Fuck, don't touch me.
The son of Arkady Ulyanov...
my guest in my fucking house!
I have no idea who
you're talking about.
- Mike.
- Yeah?
You can answer a question now, Michael.
- Are you wussing out on me now, mate, huh?
- What did they tell you?
- Nothing.
This is not as much fun
as we'd hoped, hey, Raoul?
Let's just cut their
fucking hands off.
No.
I'll make them talk...
with this.
No, no, no, no, no, not that one.
Don't be foolish.
They're valuable.
- Let me have them. - Look, they hurt my
brother. They killed Viktor.
I'm the one that has to
answer to Arkady, not you.
If you fear him more than you fear
Al-Zuhari, you're making a mistake.
This is my country, Leo.
It's my mistake to make.
Yes, it is.
Whose fuckin' side
are you on, man, huh?!
Give me that, you fat fuck!
Mike!
Hey, Miguel.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Get out of here.
- What, you're staying?
My cover's still good.
The only witnesses are dead.
How about you come back with us
and you explain why nobody at the CIA
has ever fucking heard of you?!
- That is a great idea, Michael.
- Yeah, thanks.
Sorry, fat man.
2010...
A nerve gas attack on an
American military base in Doha.
14 servicemen dead.
- Al-Zuhari claimed credit.
- Yeah.
You knew?
And yet you did nothing.
Why do you think
only 14 people died?
Do you care to tell
me why it is exactly
that Langley has
no record of you?
How high does your
clearance go?
High enough.
Apparently not.
Major Dalton,
that's enough.
- What's going on?
- Who the hell is this?
Who am I? I'm the Deputy Director of
the CIA Counterterrorist Center,
August Van Berg!
And this man, this man
you've been beating
is a hero! He's an
undercover agent!
Why the hell does Langley
have no records of him, then?
There are no records of deniable deep cover
operations! You should know that!
What does the CIA
think of an inside man
who's helping fund the very terrorism
they're trying to put a stop to?
I don't have to justify
our actions to you, Major.
- What the fuck are you doing here?!
- What am I doing now?
Now I'm trying to figure out
how to get Leo back into the loop
without him being
fucking compromised!
- He's not going back.
- Oh, yes, I am!
Al-Zuhari finds out
you've taken me, he's gone!
He's disappeared! He's in
a cave for the next 3 years!
Hang on.
These are not negotiations.
This is me telling you
how it is gonna go down!
Let me show you something.
- Christ, Leo. - So, this is how
it's "Gonna go down."
We run your asset,
we'll share the intel,
or he gets 25 years to life.
You can't use this.
You try me.
You'll destroy a decade of work.
I don't want to destroy
anything. I want to use it.
- Call it a trade. - You... you think
I can't make a call?
I'll get my bosses
to talk to Whitehall.
You and your
band of merry men
will be pulling sentry duty
in the fucking Falklands!
At least you know we'll
stand with the penguin.
We can't trust him.
You will do as ordered, Major.
Ok.
I understand that you don't trust me.
Why should you?
And, if you decide to,
then you should know
I cannot guarantee you anything.
Al-Zuhari has a mission
and he has faith,
and he will sacrifice anyone and
everything to achieve his goals:
you, me, anyone.
You must be prepared
to do the same.
You have tasted what we
must live with every day.
Until your governments
withdraw from all lands
where you are unwanted,
we and our brothers from
oppressed nations of this earth
will rain the fire of
Allah on your heads.
Sub: dcdah
Edited: Szaki
I know who you are, Sgt. Baxter.
I know everything.
Sgt. Baxter's
killer is this man...
Leo Kamali.
If you boys want Kamali, you're going
to have to take him from Miguel Gomez,
He's running his own cartel.
Kamali's key to moving
the cartel's money out of the country.
- Damien.
- Rebecca.
Who betrayed us?
What does the name
Sebastian Gray mean to you?
Well, he was with MI6
We got the package.
Scott, Stonebridge,
can you hear me?
Kamali!
Scott!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Where is Kamali?
Fuck Gomez!
STRIKE BACK 4x02
Sub: dcdah; Edited: Szaki
BOGOTA, COLOMBIA
You know that asshole came back
to the boat to help me get you out?
If he hadn't have,
you wouldn't be here.
- "That asshole" being Kamali?
- Yeah.
Who fuckin' does that?
He just found you're
a Mossad agent.
- If it were me...
- You would have let me die.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Me, too.
You see?
That's why we're
made for each other.
I have to go.
Fuck. Really?
Rebecca.
- How long till they get here?
- Who?
That Mossad team that
you're waiting for.
Don't bullshit me.
I know that Kamali's
still in this town.
Otherwise you wouldn't
be here with me.
- Maybe I want to be here with you.
- Yeah.
Well, this is a Mossad mission.
- You crashed my party,
remember? - Yeah.
- When do they get here?
- 24 hours.
Shit.
Yeah.
It'll be too late.
He really will
have gone by then.
Unless, of course,
you and me team up, together,
and double our
chances of getting him.
He's got a safe deposit box
in a bank in every
city he operates in.
Dead-drops for intel, cash,
passports, and a
list of safe houses.
He will be in one of
those houses,
waiting for Gomez to get
him across the border.
We get the safe deposit
box, we get Kamali.
Nice.
What are you
so happy about?
Because...
- we're going to rob a bank.
- We're going to do what?
It's not really a bank.
The safety deposit boxes are
under the Central Stock Exchange.
You kidding me? You
told me it was a bank.
It has a vault. You still
get to play bank robber.
Awesome. That's all I needed.
- What? You didn't play cops and
robbers when you were a kid? - Yeah.
Then let me guess. You played the cop,
didn't you, Michael?
Well, now you got to play
the robber. So you in or out?
If this is what keeps us from telling Locke
that we've lost Kamali, then I'm in.
Bingo. Right! We're robbin' a bank.
It's your town. How do you want to do it?
Well, you know
Miguel Gomez already.
Yeah, loves cats
and he's great with an RPG.
And this is his brother, Raoul.
He didn't win the Gomez
family genetic lottery.
Cocaine addict with a
heart condition, but still,
thanks to big brother, president of the
Central Stock Exchange.
Stick a gun in his fat gut and
he'll walk us through security.
That's your plan? To walk in?
Do we have time to dig a tunnel?
It's Sunday. Minimal bodies on the
ground. Keeps it simple.
- Does Raoul have any protection?
- Two bodyguards and a driver.
- That's light. - That's 'cause everybody
knows who his brother is.
Sundays he always walks his ugly-ass dog
in the Simon Bolivar Park.
Let's just say, for the sake of argument,
that something does actually go wrong
and the real police
come running.
I'm not shooting some cop
just for doing their job.
This is Colombia. The police are never
the first people you call.
- No. Everyone knows
it's the Ghostbusters.- You're twat.
- You guys talk too much.
- Enough. Please.
- Martinez? - Thank you.
If something goes wrong,
there'll be a private military
response team heading your way.
Just another cartel-owned company.
Now, these boys bust through
before the cops even hear about it.
You don't want to fuck with them.
Yeah, well, we won't have to
if it goes according to plan.
'Cause it will go
according to plan.
It's a bank robbery. They
never go wrong, do they?
BEIRUT, LEBANON
You took your time.
I've been busy.
Keep walking.
You're faintly desperate, but
I don't think you're going to shoot me.
Put a bullet through your
leg if you try to run again.
I'm flattered you think
I could outrun you.
I heard the French
were looking for you.
We came to an agreement.
What about you?
Section 12?
20.
The bluntest of their instruments.
What do you want with me?
Found your name in a book of matches
on a man who was trying to kill me.
I imagine there's more
than one hired killer
in Beirut with my
name in his pocket.
Did you give me up?
I have enough blood
on my conscience.
Whoever betrayed you,
it wasn't me.
- Hola.
- Hola.
I wouldn't, fat man,
unless you got
a puncture repair kit ready.
- You have any idea who I am?
- Oh, we know exactly who you are.
Help!
Come on. Let's take
a walk. Come on.
Damn! You're good.
Practice.
Excuse me.
I've been tracking Leo Kamali.
Leo Kamali's
a property developer.
Kamali is a money man;
without the cash he launders,
Al-zuhari and his followers
would be nothing but
a bunch of angry Arabs
burning flags outside
western embassies.
Sorry, I can't help
you. I'm out of the game.
Bullshit.
You're here, you're in it, selling
whatever information you can dig up
to just about anyone
who'll pay for it.
Do I disgust you?
Is it my lack of loyalty or honor?
Name one government
or nation that has any.
Am I supposed
to do it on my own?
You have built this world...
you and your kind.
Oh, I see. I suppose that means
you have scruples.
And what would you do to get to
the truth you're looking for, eh?
Shoot an old man in the leg?
You know what I see when
I look at you, Rachel?
I see a girl who is lost,
on the edge, and you
should trust me on this
because I've seen it all before.
The same people who sent you out here sent
Leatherby out 10 years ago...
You know Leatherby?
What do they say about him?
How do they explain how
a soldier of his caliber
suddenly switches sides
and works for the enemy?
If you carry on along this path,
it'll happen to you.
All I want you to tell me
is whether or not it was Al-Zuhari
who sent his men to kill me.
That's the
wrong question...
Well, why don't you tell
me what the right one is?
Six intelligence officers have
been killed in the last 3 months.
Car bombings, kidnappings,
assassinations.
This is a systematic
cleansing of the closet.
Al-zuhari is targeting people
specifically who are dangerous to him.
People like you.
It's what Al-Qaeda
did before 9/11.
So something's coming.
What?
A couple of weeks
ago, I heard a whisper
about a man looking for intel
on western military bases.
What intel? Which bases?
All of them, everything:
materiel, personnel,
artillery, schedules.
You know, I asked myself,
I said, "Sebastian...
"The real value here
is not the intel,
it's knowing who really
wants this information."
So I put myself up as a seller.
I let it be known that
I had what they wanted.
So what happened?
What happened?
Al-Zuhari's men snatched
me off the street,
bundled me into the trunk of
a car, and drove me for 3 hours
into the Bekaa Valley to
one of their training camps.
You met Al-zuhari? He's here?
Nobody meets him, not anymore.
His people gave me
3 weeks to deliver.
- But you won't.
- I can't.
I don't have what they want...
But now you know that Al-Zuhari
is targeting western
military bases.
They'll kill you.
Well, but I've always
played by my own rules.
- You could run.
- Where to?
Least I can get a decent
game of backgammon here.
Come in with me.
Help us find Al-Zuhari's base.
You're a brave thing,
aren't you?
I had a daughter...
Shit!
Oh, fuck! Shit!
Ever get that feeling you
outstayed your welcome?
Well, he's giving us nothing.
Always was a little
heavy on the gas.
Get in.
There's a plane standing by.
We're off to Colombia.
Gray is dead.
He knew that Al-zuhari was up to...
Take a breath, Major.
Debrief in the air.
Don't mention it.
- I've always wanted to rob a bank.
- It's not a bank, Scott, it's an exchange.
Out, fat man.
- I told you there's no money here.
- Yeah, we don't want your money.
No? Then what?
OK, you need to get him to punch in
his security code on the way in.
When you get down to the
vault, it's voice recognition.
You put in the code, we're gonna go in.
Any fuss, we'll kill you.
Put the fucking number,
Humpty Dumpty.
- You think that helps?
- Probably not.
It makes me feel good.
Here you go. See?
And it works.
Zero, we're in.
OK, the vault's down the
escalator ahead of you,
and there's one guard at the desk.
Senior Gomez is ill.
Help quickly!
We're gonna take that
escalator to your right.
Keep moving, fat man.
What are you slowing down for?
All right, voice recognition. Speak.
No.
Come on.
Don't fuck with me, fat man.
Speak.
Raoul Gomez.
Heads up.
Perhaps I can be of
some service to you.
No, thank you!
We're fine officer.
- You speak spanish?
- Ah, poquito.
Such beautiful ladies.
Yes she is.
This is such a romantic city.
Don't you agree?
There's no parking here.
Move away.
Sorry, officer.
- Which one's Kamali's?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
Sorry.
Kamali's.
Who is Kamali?
I know you know him.
Ah, it's you.
You treacherous fucking whore!
Which one's Kamali's?
- Which one?
- You don't know him!
If I betray Leo Kamali,
not even my brother
could protect me.
And you don't know
me, so in 10 seconds,
I'm gonna redecorate this vault
with 50 shades of gray matter.
10...9...8...
7...6...
Mike!
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
It's a robbery!
Come now!
Come now!
Sorry, mate.
Zero, we've been made.
A guard raised the alarm.
How long have we got?
- Response time normally
4 minutes. - Shit.
All right, where was it?
- 6...5...
- Please.
4...
3...
2...
1. Which one was it? Huh?!
Fuck!
- What the fuck's happening?
- You've given him a heart attack!
- I didn't fuckin' mean it!
- Yeah! - I didn't mean it!
Oh, i know, it's not like
he's a likely candidate, is he?
- Fuck you, Scott! - Zero, we've got
a little problem with the big guy.
Well, what the fuck
happened to Raoul?
All right, he's unconscious.
Zero, can you hack into
the exchange's database?
I can't hack in before they come.
He's the only link
we have to Kamali.
- Well, then you better
wake him up. - Fast.
- You're gonna have
to revive him. - Me?
- Why? - Because you gave him
the heart attack!
Yeah, well, I didn't mean to.
I did her. It's your turn.
Her, not a 200-pound coke-snorting gorilla
with halitosis, Damien.
- Queen and country, Michael.
That's all I'm saying. - Fuck!
You've got a bigger
problem than that...
Ohh! I'll do it.
Oh, my God, that's disgusting.
I'm trying to initiate
hack protocols.
OK, I've got nothing
under "Kamali."
Give me a name, I'll
give you a number.
- What's his mother's name?
- Lisa Cooper.
Father...
Youssef Kamali.
Negative... no Lisa,
no Cooper, no Youssef.
Come on! Wake up!
Two minutes.
Wait. Esther.
Try Esther.
- He likes the name.
- You kidding me?
You guys already
talk baby names?
- Negative.
- It has to be.
- What does it mean?
- Star.
Yep, got it. John
Charles Star. 553.
553 553 553, 553.
Right there. Yep, there it is.
Let's go, buddy.
Be advised, armed APC's
arriving your location.
Come on, Mike.
He's gone.
You kidding me?
One problem at a
time. Come on, Michael.
Get out now.
- Fuckin' never goes wrong, does it, Scott?! - Robbing
banks is fucking great! - For fuck's sake!
Shut up!
- Fuck!
- Hey!
- Fuck it!
- Now, look at that!
Nice.
Bloody hell.
You know, if this soldiering thing doesn't work out,
maybe you could be a doctor.
- Thinking about it.
- Anything?
Yeah, possibly.
- Zero, we're coming out right now.
- Roger. Front of the building.
All right, go, go.
Ready? Moving.
See ya, fat man.
- Zero, I've got visual on you.
- Be aware. X-rays in position.
Fuck! Mike, we got a lot of
open ground, a lot of numbers.
- Let's smoke it up.
- In there.
Fuckin' smoke.
Rebecca, once we go,
we got to keep moving.
- You copy that?
- Yes.
Hey, Damien, move it.
- Move!
- Stay down!
Stay down! Stay down!
Goddamn it!
Mike!
- Mike!
- Yeah!
You all right? Did
you get hit? You OK?
- Yeah, I just bit my fucking tongue!
Now move! - Movin'! Movin'! I'm movin'!
Down! Stay the fuck down!
Stay down! Shit!
Get ready to move, Michael!
Mikey!
Go!
Go!
Rebecca, move!
No!
No!
Fuck!
No, no.
No!
No, no, no, no.
No.
Move!
Water. Water. Water.
Here. Come on.
- Come on. All right?
- No, no.
Water? No, no, no. No.
You don't need to do that.
Here O Israel
the Lord is our God,
the Lord is One
I acknowledge...
before you.
- Damien?
- Yeah.
- I'm here.
- I can't see.
- We got to move! - I know!
- Come on!
Scott, we got to move.
If you want to bring
her, we'll bring her.
She's gone, Mike.
She's gone. Here.
You take this and you
find something useful!
- Go!
- We're leaving them?
If this gets us Kamali,
that's all that counts.
- Fuck you!
- Let's move!
Get the fuck out of the car!
Get the fuck out of here!
Get out! Get out of here! Move!
Die!
Let's go!
- Zero, we've got X-rays incoming.
- Fuck! You kidding me? - Thank you!
Fuck you!
Not again! Move, move, move.
Fuck it out, Michael.
Nice driving.
Once Kamali knows the vault's been hit,
he'll know we're closing in.
Yeah? Just give me a second.
We better find out where Kamali is.
Got it.
Safe houses.
Zero, this is Bravo Team. Zero, this is
Bravo Team. What have you got?
I've got coordinates for
3 safe houses used by the cartel.
Roger that.
Which one? You know, Gomez uses
construction as a front.
They put money into
housing developments.
One safe house is a construction site.
That must be it.
Sending the coordinates
through now.
Roger that.
Bravo Team, we're
heading back to the Crib.
You with me, mate?
Yeah.
- Check this for anything I've missed.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Sit-rep? - Bravo Team has
arrived at safe house.
No further activity.
Go.
- Is he inside?
- Zero, moving in.
Confirm situation on the ground.
Bravo, be advised. X-rays
heading in your direction.
Least we know Kamali's here.
Go ahead, bud.
Coming up.
- Where's Rebecca?
- Your buddy Gomez shot her.
I'm sorry.
Scott, outside.
How many?
Uh, too many.
- There's always too many.
- Yeah, well, this time, there really is. Shit.
Hands behind your back.
Do you hear me?
Send Kamali out!
Maybe I'll let you live!
You have until I smoke this.
Let me go. Stay here, you die.
- Like Rebecca, for nothing.
- Shut the fuck up!
- I swear to God, you're gonna die first!
- Scott, help me cover these windows.
Coming in.
Fuck.
There, simple. Zero.
We have the asset secure,
but we're surrounded.
Fuck it.
I always knew
I'd go out like this.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- You?
- No.
No, I actually thought I'd make it.
Pick up my pension, all that.
- Get old and shit? - Yeah, get old,
bedtime stories for the grandkids,
tell them how great I was
before my knees went.
- Well, then you'd be lying to them, Michael.
- Yeah, well, there is that.
- What about you?
- No.
I never saw it
like that for me.
Zero, what do you want
me to do with the asset?
Terminate the asset.
- Make your peace. Now.
- You can't shoot me!
- Yeah, I can. - No, you can't.
- Why is that?
Because I'm CIA.
Bullshit.
Shoot him.
- Start saying your prayers.
- They're coming.
I'm a CIA undercover agent.
My codename is Pegasus.
My controller is August Van Berg.
I was recruited out of Harvard
Business School 15 years ago.
I'm under deep cover to get
inside Al-Zuhari's network.
- Shit. - Call Langley
you have contacts there.
Call them, ask about Pegasus!
Zero, you gettin' that?
We're trying to get a line to Langley now,
but we need more time.
I'm looking for
a handle... Pegasus.
We haven't got time.
Do I shoot him or not?
He's a fucking terrorist.
Go, shoot him, yes.
Yes, I am, and with Langley behind me,
I went right to the fucking top.
I'm inside now,
and if you shoot me,
you lose the only hope anyone
has of stopping Al-Zuhari.
No one is closer than me. No one else got
a fucking chance of finding out the truth.
And he is planning something.
- Something massive.
- What's he planning?
- I don't know yet.
- How convenient.
But I am close.
I need more time.
That's what we're all here
for, right? To stop the terror?
You guys, I have seen
what you can do, and it's impressive,
but I can do more my way.
You just have to trust me.
When that door opens,
you are dead. You know it.
But I can get you out of this. I am
the only hope you have of living out this day!
Untie me and give me
your weapons.
- Oh, fuck off!
- Zero, is he talkin' shit or not?
I don't know. I'm trying to
get through to the right people.
Scott, shoot him.
He killed Baxter.
They were torturing him.
What else could I do?
Out of te way!
Yeah? And Rebecca? Huh?!
I wish she hadn't died,
but she took the same
risks that we all do.
If I'm lying, you die.
If I'm telling the truth,
you still die...
Just not today!
I am CIA. You have to trust me.
Negative, negative.
There is no Pegasus.
Bravo, be advised.
He is not CIA.
I repeat, he is not CIA.
You lying mother...
I miss the honesty of
day-to-day police work.
Oy. You OK?
Yeah.
- Yeah, you sound like I feel.
- Yeah.
- I dreamed we were riding bikes
through Mexico. - Ha!
- I can taste margaritas.
- That's just the blood in your mouth, mate.
Aw, shit.
A uniquely South American device,
based upon the cattle prod,
but manufactured
specifically for...
- The torture of human beings.
- Exactamente, Raoul.
How you doing, Raoul?
Shouldn't you be in the hospital
gettin' a breast reduction, you fat bitch?
And miss this?
High voltage...
but low current.
And you think that's
gonna make us talk?
- You don't think we've trained for this?
- No, no, no, no. He talks.
You scream.
- And now you. - Huh?
- Fuck off.
You talk, and your
friend doesn't suffer.
Now what are your intentions
towards me and my people, hmm?
Sorry, Mikey.
Yeah, do it. Do it, Scott.
I got nothin' but love, man.
Look, I know you're British Intelligence.
Why are you in Colombia?
See, that's where
you're wrong, buddy.
I'm not British,
and he's certainly not intelligent.
Oh, yes, yeah.
Great, that's fun...
You're a fuckin' drug dealer.
Connect the dots, retard.
- OK. Your turn.
- No, no, no.
For this one. Heh!
Ha! I see things between you and my brother
have gotten a little personal.
What'd you do that for?!
You got to ask him a question first!
Because it makes me feel good.
Look, you killed
Viktor Ulyanov. Why?
Who?
Fuck, don't touch me.
The son of Arkady Ulyanov...
my guest in my fucking house!
I have no idea who
you're talking about.
- Mike.
- Yeah?
You can answer a question now, Michael.
- Are you wussing out on me now, mate, huh?
- What did they tell you?
- Nothing.
This is not as much fun
as we'd hoped, hey, Raoul?
Let's just cut their
fucking hands off.
No.
I'll make them talk...
with this.
No, no, no, no, no, not that one.
Don't be foolish.
They're valuable.
- Let me have them. - Look, they hurt my
brother. They killed Viktor.
I'm the one that has to
answer to Arkady, not you.
If you fear him more than you fear
Al-Zuhari, you're making a mistake.
This is my country, Leo.
It's my mistake to make.
Yes, it is.
Whose fuckin' side
are you on, man, huh?!
Give me that, you fat fuck!
Mike!
Hey, Miguel.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Get out of here.
- What, you're staying?
My cover's still good.
The only witnesses are dead.
How about you come back with us
and you explain why nobody at the CIA
has ever fucking heard of you?!
- That is a great idea, Michael.
- Yeah, thanks.
Sorry, fat man.
2010...
A nerve gas attack on an
American military base in Doha.
14 servicemen dead.
- Al-Zuhari claimed credit.
- Yeah.
You knew?
And yet you did nothing.
Why do you think
only 14 people died?
Do you care to tell
me why it is exactly
that Langley has
no record of you?
How high does your
clearance go?
High enough.
Apparently not.
Major Dalton,
that's enough.
- What's going on?
- Who the hell is this?
Who am I? I'm the Deputy Director of
the CIA Counterterrorist Center,
August Van Berg!
And this man, this man
you've been beating
is a hero! He's an
undercover agent!
Why the hell does Langley
have no records of him, then?
There are no records of deniable deep cover
operations! You should know that!
What does the CIA
think of an inside man
who's helping fund the very terrorism
they're trying to put a stop to?
I don't have to justify
our actions to you, Major.
- What the fuck are you doing here?!
- What am I doing now?
Now I'm trying to figure out
how to get Leo back into the loop
without him being
fucking compromised!
- He's not going back.
- Oh, yes, I am!
Al-Zuhari finds out
you've taken me, he's gone!
He's disappeared! He's in
a cave for the next 3 years!
Hang on.
These are not negotiations.
This is me telling you
how it is gonna go down!
Let me show you something.
- Christ, Leo. - So, this is how
it's "Gonna go down."
We run your asset,
we'll share the intel,
or he gets 25 years to life.
You can't use this.
You try me.
You'll destroy a decade of work.
I don't want to destroy
anything. I want to use it.
- Call it a trade. - You... you think
I can't make a call?
I'll get my bosses
to talk to Whitehall.
You and your
band of merry men
will be pulling sentry duty
in the fucking Falklands!
At least you know we'll
stand with the penguin.
We can't trust him.
You will do as ordered, Major.
Ok.
I understand that you don't trust me.
Why should you?
And, if you decide to,
then you should know
I cannot guarantee you anything.
Al-Zuhari has a mission
and he has faith,
and he will sacrifice anyone and
everything to achieve his goals:
you, me, anyone.
You must be prepared
to do the same.
You have tasted what we
must live with every day.
Until your governments
withdraw from all lands
where you are unwanted,
we and our brothers from
oppressed nations of this earth
will rain the fire of
Allah on your heads.
Sub: dcdah
Edited: Szaki