Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 4, Episode 4 - Episode #4.4 - full transcript
Because of Kamali's betrayal, Leatherby takes his daughter hostage. A brazen rescue attempt to get Ester back is attempted by Scott, Richmond, Stonebridge, and Martinez. Dalton pulls out the stops in her interrogation and torture of Sofia. She learns that Sofia is al-Zuhari wife. This is critical information that can lead to al-Zuhari's capture. Kamali tracks Dalton down on Locke's orders. The escape ruse that Dalton and Kamali employ to get Sofia to lead them to al-Zuhari has a surprising outcome. A dangerous and unexpected enemy with an intense vendetta against the British surfaces with disastrous results.
Previously on Strike Back...
James Leatherby, ex-SAS,
smuggles drugs, dirty money.
- *** money.
- He's just a friend.
You belong to me.
You want to get yourself killed,
go ahead, I'm through.
- File from the CIA didn't mention a kid.
- Keep it that way.
A man like Kamali sells himself
as whoever you need him to be.
CIA asset, terrorist, money launderer.
- I borrowed some money.
- How much?
10,000.
Comfirm target.
- Negative. It's a female.
- Bring her in.
Consider yourself on extended leave.
Effective immediately.
I'm taking direct command
of this unit.
I want you to bear one thing in mind.
I have nothing to lose.
♪
[Tires screech]
Get out.
[Breathing heavily]
♪
Check the back of the house.
[Gun cocking]
Uh!
Ester!
[Speaking Arabic]
_
_
_
_
♪
_
Get off me!
Let me go! Get off!
Where's your father?
[Spits]
Spit in my face?
[Cocks gun]
Where is he?!
[Water running]
Put her in the car.
ESTER: Let go! Let me go!
Get off me!
DALTON: OK, Sofia,
it's time to talk.
♪
Man: ♪ I couldn't see where
you were comin' from ♪
♪ but I know just what
you're running from ♪
♪ and what matters ain't
who's baddest but the ♪
♪ ones who stop you falling
from your ladder ♪
♪ when you feel like
you're feeling now ♪
♪ and doing things
just to please your crowd ♪
♪ when I love you
like the way I love you ♪
♪ and I suffer but I ain't
gonna cut you 'cause ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no
better man ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ to call home ♪
♪ this ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no
better man ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ to call home ♪
KAMALI: Leatherby
has my daughter.
He has Ester.
- You stood in my home. You made a promise.
STONEBRIDGE: - Yeah.
Well, I need your help.
You get her out for me.
Whatever you think of me,
Ester is the one true
thing I have left,
and I wasn't there for her.
STONEBRIDGE: Kamali,
we said we had your back,
and we meant it.
Now you need to let us do that.
You are no use to us dead.
SCOTT: Leo, I swear to you
that we'll bring her home.
OK?
SCOTT: Colonel, we're gonna
go get his daughter back.
LOCKE: Then I'll need
something from you.
Anything.
You know this place
better than anyone else.
Sofia Abboud is
the only lead we have,
our only chance to find out
what al-Zuhari is planning.
Find me Dalton.
Does your father
love you, Sofia?
Of course.
You know he's been
giving financial aid
to al-Zuhari, and you
know about the atrocity
al-Zuhari staged
in Jordan last year.
Politics does not interest me.
The victims of
that Jordan attack...
they weren't just U.S.
military personnel...
they were women and children,
Muslims, too.
They're your people, Sofia.
Your father gave you a message
to give to al-Zuhari, didn't he?
Why have you brought me here?
He's using you,
manipulating you.
That's not love.
You're a pawn.
And you?
What are you?
Are you even a woman?
You have a husband,
children, anyone?
Who are you?
You talk to me about
love, but who loves you?
Who do you love?
Enough!
LOCKE: It's simple.
You find Dalton, you call me,
we bring her in.
Leo, don't worry about Ester.
Do you believe in God?
Because if you do,
you should pray
that your father very
quickly comes to understand
and accept the cost
of betrayal.
Life's not fair, is it?
Someone always
gets left behind.
Once upon a time it was me,
and this time...
it's you.
♪
[Door closes]
You feel sorry
for her, don't you?
That's why I keep you around...
to remind me of how
I used to feel.
So we let Kamali
have his daughter back,
and he gives us the diamonds.
Kamali fucked with me.
He's mine.
You...
you find me some other man.
OK.
OK.
♪
Every Englishman
has his castle, huh?
Yeah, but he's Scottish.
MARTINEZ:
There's a difference?
STONEBRIDGE: Yeah.
The Scots like to fight
and eat
deep-fried Mars Bars,
and the English are
never wrong about anything.
RICHMOND: His compound is
18 clicks east of here.
Security?
Up to 20 hired guns.
SCOTT: The guy doesn't
do subtle, huh?
♪
What is it, Mikey? You
thinking about Dalton?
Yeah, a bit.
Yeah, in my eyes, dude, Locke
made the right choice.
She had it coming. She's
a fucking psycho.
The problem I'm having is
that nobody recognized it
till it was too late, man.
Well, we did, but what
can we do, you know?
No, not us.
The suits at the top.
They always want their pound
of flesh, don't they?
♪
Just to make sure, Richmond, Kim.
Hmm?
STONEBRIDGE: You're taking
sniper positions on the roof.
Scott and I are gonna grab
Ester and head for the exfil.
If anyone has a chance
to grab Leatherby,
we use him to get intel
on the Abboud woman.
- Copy that.
- Roger that.
♪
[Leatherby sighs]
How's the hand?
It hurts.
I'm sorry.
These things happen.
I said I'm fucking
sorry, didn't I?
Thank you.
Thank you for
pulling me from the car.
Thank you.
You know, sometimes I wish you
had the guts to fucking hate me.
♪
[Knife slices] Uh!
[Knife slices] Uh!
Where's the girl?
[Speaks Arabic]
_
What did he say?
I think he said
"No English."
See that?
[Knife slices] Uh!
Where's the girl?
I'll take you there.
Thought so.
You should consider teaching English
as a second language, mate.
I am.
♪
Ester, come here.
All right, put this on you.
Hurry. It's a little
bit sweaty.
Slip into that.
Sorry, it's a bit big.
It's not made for kids.
Usually fat Americans.
Target acquired.
Two seconds, Mike.
[Gunshot]
SCOTT: Bravo one and two
headed for exfil now.
♪
SCOTT: Mike.
I have Leatherby.
RICHMOND:
Repeat, I have Leatherby.
SCOTT: Fuck. Let's
take him with us.
STONEBRIDGE:
I'm coming to you.
RICHMOND: Roger.
STONEBRIDGE: Copy that.
♪
MARTINEZ: On your 10.
[Guns cocking]
[Gunfire] Ah!
[Men shouting]
Uh!
[Gunshots] Uh!
Coming to you.
STONEBRIDGE: Go.
Move, move.
Come with me.
Over there. Over there!
Mike!
Uh!
STONEBRIDGE: Set.
LEATHERBY: Get in the fucking
car, you fucking idiot!
[Engine revs]
[Tires screech]
[Telephone rings]
Hello.
LEATHERBY: Commander,
I need a favor.
Of course.
Of course.
[Speaking Arabic]
OK. OK.
SCOTT: First
firefight, huh?
You kicked ass, kid.
[Chuckles] Well done.
Thank you.
All of you, thank you
very much, though.
STONEBRIDGE: Now look what you did.
You made him blush.
Fuck off... I mean,
knock it off.
Knock it off, I said.
Excuse him. You'll find
that Sergeant Scott
has a very limited vocabulary.
STONEBRIDGE: Zero,
this is Bravo One.
We have the primary package,
but Leatherby is very
much in play. Over.
LOCKE: Zero.
Roger, Bravo One.
Anything from Kamali
on Major Dalton?
MAN: No word from
Kamali yet, sir.
SOFIA: You're crazy!
I told you
I don't know anything!
[Breathing heavily]
What are you doing?
[Sobbing]
What's the message, Sofia?
No?
There is...
there is no message.
[Sobbing] There is no message.
No message?
Last chance, Sofia.
Oh, no...
No.
[Car horns honking]
RICHMOND: It looks like
we're in Hezbollah territory.
MARTINEZ: No kidding.
STONEBRIDGE: Someone
hung the bunting out.
SCOTT: It's
a welcoming committee.
[Tires screech]
MARTINEZ: Shit. Roadblock.
SCOTT: Shit. STONEBRIDGE: Heads up.
We've got company.
[Guns cocking] [Men shouting]
SCOTT: Coming at us
on the left.
STONEBRIDGE: Yeah, they're
Hezbollah, all right.
RICHMOND: Fuck!
SCOTT: Ester, will you get
in the back for me, please?
STONEBRIDGE: We've got
them on our left.
[Men shouting]
Right behind us. Guessing
they're friends of Leatherby's.
On our 6.
MARTINEZ: And more
on our 9.
Bomber blocking our 6.
Head for the hut.
MARTINEZ: Copy that.
[Gunfire]
Go, go, go!
Run, run!
Run!
Close it up!
SCOTT: You all right?
Ester: Yeah.
STONEBRIDGE: Zero,
this is Bravo team.
Yeah, we ran into a Hezbollah
roadblock and lost our ride.
LOCKE: Zero. Roger.
It looks like Hezbollah
is jamming our visuals,
but we'll continue
to monitor their comms.
Keep comms open at all times.
Shit.
There's Leatherby.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Let's find an exit.
Honey, can you come with me?
Yeah. Move.
Let's go.
Ladies, you stay here.
We'll be right back.
Copy that.
If this is British
Special Forces,
they'll be monitoring
Hezbollah comms.
Find me the channel.
SOFIA: No. No! No! No!
Aah!
[Choking]
[Gasping]
What's the message, Sofia?
[Gasping]
[Coughs]
There is no message.
No?
This is how it's gonna be.
No!
[Muffled groans]
Why, Sofia, would you
do this for al-Zuhari?
Please.
No!
[Speaking Arabic]
_
You say that it's
al-Zuhari that is a monster,
a butcher,
a fanatic.
But you know nothing about him.
So why don't you tell me?
Al-Zuhari is kind,
generous,
and gentle.
Who are you?
I'm al-Zuhari's wife.
He's here, isn't he?
He brought you to meet him.
Kill me.
I will never tell you.
[Vehicle approaching]
DALTON: Kamali.
You've been in Beirut
for 3 months.
I've known your every move.
This is my world.
Locke sent me.
Where is the woman?
She's here.
I want to help you.
You?
Can help me?
We both want the same thing.
And what is that, exactly?
To find al-Zuhari.
To stop him.
She's his wife.
Then she is the key.
You were right.
Rachel, for what it's worth,
let me speak to her.
Gun.
Phone.
Can I?
Be my guest.
MAN: The Sofia
Abboud file, sir.
[Man speaking Arabic on radio]
LEATHERBY: You're a
long way from Hereford.
Get me voice on that channel.
Sir.
LOCKE: Leatherby?
Who is this?
This is Philip Locke.
LEATHERBY: The Philip Locke
I've heard so much about?
I always thought you were an overrated
little fucking dwarf, myself.
LOCKE: Possibly,
but I wasn't the one
capture by Saddam's
weekend warriors, was I?
LOCKE: Let my boys
go, James.
They're just out there
doing their job.
LEATHERBY:
You have my word...
when I'm done, I will
carve out their hearts
and send them back
marked for your attention.
These boys won't
beat the clock, Phil.
Don't count on it.
Oh, my God.
STONEBRIDGE: We're gonna
head for the roof
and look for
an exit there, yeah?
Let's do it.
Let's move.
Yeah, moving.
STONEBRIDGE: I'll have
a peek left, yeah?
Right.
You ready?
Go, go, go, go.
SCOTT: Ester, stand there.
Come on.
I said stay over there, kid.
Is my dad some kind of spy?
Get down.
That's the kind of question
you should ask him.
Do you have a family?
Yeah. I got some parents,
live in separate states,
which is great for the family.
I got a couple of brothers.
They're idiots.
No, I meant of your own.
[Chuckles]
You ask a lot of
questions, huh, kid?
You got a cigarette?
Didn't get to the shop today.
Mm-hmm.
LOCKE: Zero, over.
Yeah. This is
Bravo One. Come in.
What's your position?
Right now we're stuck between
a rock and a hard Scot.
LOCKE: It looks like Hezbollah has
locked down the whole of Dahieh.
You know if there was
anything we could do...
Yeah. I understand.
Be advised, new intel
on Sofia Abboud.
She's al-Zuhari's wife.
Shit.
SCOTT: Are you
fucking kidding me?
STONEBRIDGE: Do you have a
location on Dalton yet?
That's a negative.
If she's broken Abboud,
she'll be headed
for wherever that woman
was going to be taken.
LOCKE: And...
Yeah. And Leatherby's
the only other person
who knows where that's at.
That's a roger.
And, Bravo One, let's get that
address from Leatherby. Out.
♪
Up on the roof.
[Speaking Arabic]
LEATHERBY: What are we
waiting for?
Let's kill those bastards, huh?
♪
Aah!
All right, boys.
This is where it ends.
LEATHERBY: We have done
with Hope and Honor.
Mike!
You all right? Ester,
come with me.
LEATHERBY: We are lost
to Love and Truth.
Fuck!
What is it?
God have mercy...
You're OK.
You're OK.
On such as we.
Fuck.
Ester! Ester!
Come on. Let's go.
Keep down.
[Man speaking Arabic on radio]
I am not leaving
my lads out there.
[Cocks gun]
Let's move.
Yes, sir.
[Gunfire] Go!
Uh!
Scott!
On me.
Come here!
Come here!
Move, move, move!
SCOTT: Changing!
Changing!
Mikey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thanks.
De nada.
Move.
OK.
SCOTT: Gun overhead.
Get down.
SCOTT: Don't shoot him.
Don't shoot him.
That's Leatherby's boyfriend.
I'd better go up there,
take him alive,
force his sugar daddy to tell
us where he took the woman.
Yeah, roger that.
Ester,
stay with the girls, all right?
Yeah.
SCOTT: Behave for
them, all right?
Moving.
[Gunfire]
[Car engine revs]
[Tires screech]
LOCKE: This is Zero.
Bravo One, we're on our way.
SCOTT: Heads up.
Come here. Come here.
It's OK. It's OK. I...
It's OK. I can help you.
I can help you.
Oi, Braveheart!
_
We need to talk. Does
this belong to you? Huh?
Give me 10 minutes.
Gotcha.
LEATHERBY:
All right.
[Kamali claps 3 times]
Sofia, you have to
tell this woman
what you know!
_
_
Were you to meet
al-Zuhari?
_
_
[Cuts tape]
Shh.
[Door opens]
I'll leave you
to think about it.
What did you say to her?
That I'd let her
get out of here.
She'll never tell us
where al-Zuhari is,
but if we let her escape,
she will lead us to him.
LEATHERBY:
What do you want?
A free ride home, hmm?
Even if I walk away, Hezbollah
will still want you dead.
STONEBRIDGE: We just need an
address from you. That's it.
STONEBRIDGE: Where were
you taking Sofia Abboud?
Ha. You think I give
a shit about him?
You're here, aren't you?
Why are you here?
For Queen and Country, huh?
The truth is, you're here
for the same reason I am...
our dirty little secret.
This is great fucking fun, eh?
Eh? Try telling that to the
old dear standing next to you
in the queue
in the supermarket.
You never feel more fucking
ALIVE than the moment
that you're killing
another human being.
You speak for yourself.
LEATHERBY: Oh, come on. Come on.
You're a smart lad.
You know you're out here killing
for oil, dollars, and dividends.
It's just easier
to pretend otherwise.
And then... and then
when you've bled out
in some fucking shithole
like this, and you will,
and they don't bother turning
up for your funeral,
they'll just post your
family, if you've got one,
a fucking medal.
A fucking medal!
Second class.
They never came back
for you, did they?
That's what all this
is about, isn't it?
Yeah, I understand.
But you're still not gonna
let me kill your boy here.
James, don't...
Don't whine like a girl.
Please.
Be a man.
Make a choice!
Shut the fuck up!
You'd better
fucking convince him.
James, look at me.
Don't.
Shut the fuck up!
James, please.
Make a choice.
Please, don't let them
do this. James. James!
Don't let them do this!
James. James, look at me,
please!
♪
♪
♪
♪
7.
7...
Rue Eville.
[Whispering] Good work.
SCOTT: Zero,
did you copy that?
7 Rue Eville.
7 Rue Eville.
Go on. Move.
You fucking traitor.
Fuck.
MARTINEZ: It's OK.
Come with me. Let's go.
I'll see you in hell, soldier.
SCOTT: What the fuck
you got there?
Mikey. What the fuck is that?
Zero, this is Bravo Two.
Braveheart and his
boyfriend KIA.
We're headed back to you now.
Did you copy that
address, 7 Rue Eville?
Roger. On the road now.
Radio your exfil, and we'll
pick you up en route. Out.
You've done it.
He's here, Rachel.
♪
Dalton.
I copy.
Where are you, Rachel?
We're at Rue Eville.
Sit tight and observe only.
LOCKE: Stay on open channel.
We're on our way.
LOCKE: Dalton's at
Rue Eville. Let's move!
Move!
[Tires screech]
LOCKE: Get the girl
back to the Crib.
STONEBRIDGE: Get in the car.
Get in the car.
LOCKE: Mike, Scott,
you're with me!
SCOTT: Go, go.
Go, go, go!
[Door creaks]
Sofia.
You've come a long way.
Where's my husband?
He couldn't be here,
but he told me to tell you
he's truly sorry.
Uh!
♪
DALTON: I have
a shot inside.
LOCKE: Rachel, get out
of that house now.
Get out of that
house now, Rachel.
DALTON: Too late.
DALTON: Shit.
[Whispers] Goddammit!
I'm sorry.
[Dog growls]
[Dog barking]
♪
[Gunshot]
Uh! Uh!
You know my face, do you?
From all those Special
Branch files, right?
What are you, a soldier?
Well, Brit, this one's
for my brother.
Aaah!
STONEBRIDGE:
Fuck, did you hear that?!
MacKenna.
So here's how it ends.
I'm famous,
and you're done.
[Cocks gun]
Fuck.
[Gunshot]
LOCKE: Shit.
STONEBRIDGE: Going right.
[Kamali gasping]
KAMALI: She's gone.
I was too late.
Behind that wall!
LOCKE: Whatever Sofia
was carrying, she took it.
Who?
LOCKE: Mairead MacKenna.
Real IRA.
STONEBRIDGE: What?
SCOTT: What the fuck is the real
IRA doing in the middle of this?
I don't know, but that
was her voice on comms.
She was right.
♪
SCOTT: Hey.
ESTER: Thank God
you're all right!
KAMALI: I'm fine.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- Uh-huh.
I love you.
I love you, too, Dad.
We're gonna go.
ESTER: Wait. Um, you'd, um,
make an all right dad, too.
Really?
You're a pretty good kid.
We're done.
SCOTT:
It's all good.
What is this?
A pebble?
Oh, fuck, it's not a pebble.
That would be one very
expensive pebble.
That is an uncut diamond.
Really?
Really.
How much?
It's enough for you
to get home,
get out of trouble.
Why are you doing this for me?
I don't know.
Probably because
you want to get home
and see your family...
fix things.
And if I want to say
"Thank you"?
[Chuckles]
Well...
begin with this.
[Chuckles]
That is not a girl's name.
It's my hotel.
Don't eat that.
Not good for you.
[Shower water running]
[Man speaking Russian]
_
_
I'm just thinking,
what the fuck do we do
after all this, you know?
Are you talking
about a get-out plan?
Well, I suppose.
Almost died out there
because of her.
Ah, look. No matter
how crazy she was,
I have to believe she did some
things for the right reasons.
Really, like getting
Baxter killed?
No, no.
She did end up
like him, though,
and Leatherby.
Maybe he was right.
Huh?
Leatherby. We're all
heading for the same place.
The only thing that changes
is when we get there.
[Scott chuckles]
Fuck it. It's not like I got
a great retirement, anyway.
Come on. I don't
know about that.
Shit.
Did you hand yours in already?
Uh...
I'll take that as a no.
Let's work, Sergeant
Stonebridge.
Yeah, well, if I did, they
might start asking questions
like, were there any others?
[Cell phone rings] Right, so
you just didn't hand them in
to protect me.
Yeah, I'm protecting
you, my mate.
Yeah. That makes me
feel much better.
STONEBRIDGE:
Uh-huh?
Yeah.
We're on it.
Shit.
What did they say?
They spotted MacKenna on a
CCTV camera at the airport.
She's heading for Budapest.
♪
_
_
♪
James Leatherby, ex-SAS,
smuggles drugs, dirty money.
- *** money.
- He's just a friend.
You belong to me.
You want to get yourself killed,
go ahead, I'm through.
- File from the CIA didn't mention a kid.
- Keep it that way.
A man like Kamali sells himself
as whoever you need him to be.
CIA asset, terrorist, money launderer.
- I borrowed some money.
- How much?
10,000.
Comfirm target.
- Negative. It's a female.
- Bring her in.
Consider yourself on extended leave.
Effective immediately.
I'm taking direct command
of this unit.
I want you to bear one thing in mind.
I have nothing to lose.
♪
[Tires screech]
Get out.
[Breathing heavily]
♪
Check the back of the house.
[Gun cocking]
Uh!
Ester!
[Speaking Arabic]
_
_
_
_
♪
_
Get off me!
Let me go! Get off!
Where's your father?
[Spits]
Spit in my face?
[Cocks gun]
Where is he?!
[Water running]
Put her in the car.
ESTER: Let go! Let me go!
Get off me!
DALTON: OK, Sofia,
it's time to talk.
♪
Man: ♪ I couldn't see where
you were comin' from ♪
♪ but I know just what
you're running from ♪
♪ and what matters ain't
who's baddest but the ♪
♪ ones who stop you falling
from your ladder ♪
♪ when you feel like
you're feeling now ♪
♪ and doing things
just to please your crowd ♪
♪ when I love you
like the way I love you ♪
♪ and I suffer but I ain't
gonna cut you 'cause ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no
better man ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ to call home ♪
♪ this ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no
better man ♪
♪ this ain't no place
for no hero ♪
♪ to call home ♪
KAMALI: Leatherby
has my daughter.
He has Ester.
- You stood in my home. You made a promise.
STONEBRIDGE: - Yeah.
Well, I need your help.
You get her out for me.
Whatever you think of me,
Ester is the one true
thing I have left,
and I wasn't there for her.
STONEBRIDGE: Kamali,
we said we had your back,
and we meant it.
Now you need to let us do that.
You are no use to us dead.
SCOTT: Leo, I swear to you
that we'll bring her home.
OK?
SCOTT: Colonel, we're gonna
go get his daughter back.
LOCKE: Then I'll need
something from you.
Anything.
You know this place
better than anyone else.
Sofia Abboud is
the only lead we have,
our only chance to find out
what al-Zuhari is planning.
Find me Dalton.
Does your father
love you, Sofia?
Of course.
You know he's been
giving financial aid
to al-Zuhari, and you
know about the atrocity
al-Zuhari staged
in Jordan last year.
Politics does not interest me.
The victims of
that Jordan attack...
they weren't just U.S.
military personnel...
they were women and children,
Muslims, too.
They're your people, Sofia.
Your father gave you a message
to give to al-Zuhari, didn't he?
Why have you brought me here?
He's using you,
manipulating you.
That's not love.
You're a pawn.
And you?
What are you?
Are you even a woman?
You have a husband,
children, anyone?
Who are you?
You talk to me about
love, but who loves you?
Who do you love?
Enough!
LOCKE: It's simple.
You find Dalton, you call me,
we bring her in.
Leo, don't worry about Ester.
Do you believe in God?
Because if you do,
you should pray
that your father very
quickly comes to understand
and accept the cost
of betrayal.
Life's not fair, is it?
Someone always
gets left behind.
Once upon a time it was me,
and this time...
it's you.
♪
[Door closes]
You feel sorry
for her, don't you?
That's why I keep you around...
to remind me of how
I used to feel.
So we let Kamali
have his daughter back,
and he gives us the diamonds.
Kamali fucked with me.
He's mine.
You...
you find me some other man.
OK.
OK.
♪
Every Englishman
has his castle, huh?
Yeah, but he's Scottish.
MARTINEZ:
There's a difference?
STONEBRIDGE: Yeah.
The Scots like to fight
and eat
deep-fried Mars Bars,
and the English are
never wrong about anything.
RICHMOND: His compound is
18 clicks east of here.
Security?
Up to 20 hired guns.
SCOTT: The guy doesn't
do subtle, huh?
♪
What is it, Mikey? You
thinking about Dalton?
Yeah, a bit.
Yeah, in my eyes, dude, Locke
made the right choice.
She had it coming. She's
a fucking psycho.
The problem I'm having is
that nobody recognized it
till it was too late, man.
Well, we did, but what
can we do, you know?
No, not us.
The suits at the top.
They always want their pound
of flesh, don't they?
♪
Just to make sure, Richmond, Kim.
Hmm?
STONEBRIDGE: You're taking
sniper positions on the roof.
Scott and I are gonna grab
Ester and head for the exfil.
If anyone has a chance
to grab Leatherby,
we use him to get intel
on the Abboud woman.
- Copy that.
- Roger that.
♪
[Leatherby sighs]
How's the hand?
It hurts.
I'm sorry.
These things happen.
I said I'm fucking
sorry, didn't I?
Thank you.
Thank you for
pulling me from the car.
Thank you.
You know, sometimes I wish you
had the guts to fucking hate me.
♪
[Knife slices] Uh!
[Knife slices] Uh!
Where's the girl?
[Speaks Arabic]
_
What did he say?
I think he said
"No English."
See that?
[Knife slices] Uh!
Where's the girl?
I'll take you there.
Thought so.
You should consider teaching English
as a second language, mate.
I am.
♪
Ester, come here.
All right, put this on you.
Hurry. It's a little
bit sweaty.
Slip into that.
Sorry, it's a bit big.
It's not made for kids.
Usually fat Americans.
Target acquired.
Two seconds, Mike.
[Gunshot]
SCOTT: Bravo one and two
headed for exfil now.
♪
SCOTT: Mike.
I have Leatherby.
RICHMOND:
Repeat, I have Leatherby.
SCOTT: Fuck. Let's
take him with us.
STONEBRIDGE:
I'm coming to you.
RICHMOND: Roger.
STONEBRIDGE: Copy that.
♪
MARTINEZ: On your 10.
[Guns cocking]
[Gunfire] Ah!
[Men shouting]
Uh!
[Gunshots] Uh!
Coming to you.
STONEBRIDGE: Go.
Move, move.
Come with me.
Over there. Over there!
Mike!
Uh!
STONEBRIDGE: Set.
LEATHERBY: Get in the fucking
car, you fucking idiot!
[Engine revs]
[Tires screech]
[Telephone rings]
Hello.
LEATHERBY: Commander,
I need a favor.
Of course.
Of course.
[Speaking Arabic]
OK. OK.
SCOTT: First
firefight, huh?
You kicked ass, kid.
[Chuckles] Well done.
Thank you.
All of you, thank you
very much, though.
STONEBRIDGE: Now look what you did.
You made him blush.
Fuck off... I mean,
knock it off.
Knock it off, I said.
Excuse him. You'll find
that Sergeant Scott
has a very limited vocabulary.
STONEBRIDGE: Zero,
this is Bravo One.
We have the primary package,
but Leatherby is very
much in play. Over.
LOCKE: Zero.
Roger, Bravo One.
Anything from Kamali
on Major Dalton?
MAN: No word from
Kamali yet, sir.
SOFIA: You're crazy!
I told you
I don't know anything!
[Breathing heavily]
What are you doing?
[Sobbing]
What's the message, Sofia?
No?
There is...
there is no message.
[Sobbing] There is no message.
No message?
Last chance, Sofia.
Oh, no...
No.
[Car horns honking]
RICHMOND: It looks like
we're in Hezbollah territory.
MARTINEZ: No kidding.
STONEBRIDGE: Someone
hung the bunting out.
SCOTT: It's
a welcoming committee.
[Tires screech]
MARTINEZ: Shit. Roadblock.
SCOTT: Shit. STONEBRIDGE: Heads up.
We've got company.
[Guns cocking] [Men shouting]
SCOTT: Coming at us
on the left.
STONEBRIDGE: Yeah, they're
Hezbollah, all right.
RICHMOND: Fuck!
SCOTT: Ester, will you get
in the back for me, please?
STONEBRIDGE: We've got
them on our left.
[Men shouting]
Right behind us. Guessing
they're friends of Leatherby's.
On our 6.
MARTINEZ: And more
on our 9.
Bomber blocking our 6.
Head for the hut.
MARTINEZ: Copy that.
[Gunfire]
Go, go, go!
Run, run!
Run!
Close it up!
SCOTT: You all right?
Ester: Yeah.
STONEBRIDGE: Zero,
this is Bravo team.
Yeah, we ran into a Hezbollah
roadblock and lost our ride.
LOCKE: Zero. Roger.
It looks like Hezbollah
is jamming our visuals,
but we'll continue
to monitor their comms.
Keep comms open at all times.
Shit.
There's Leatherby.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Let's find an exit.
Honey, can you come with me?
Yeah. Move.
Let's go.
Ladies, you stay here.
We'll be right back.
Copy that.
If this is British
Special Forces,
they'll be monitoring
Hezbollah comms.
Find me the channel.
SOFIA: No. No! No! No!
Aah!
[Choking]
[Gasping]
What's the message, Sofia?
[Gasping]
[Coughs]
There is no message.
No?
This is how it's gonna be.
No!
[Muffled groans]
Why, Sofia, would you
do this for al-Zuhari?
Please.
No!
[Speaking Arabic]
_
You say that it's
al-Zuhari that is a monster,
a butcher,
a fanatic.
But you know nothing about him.
So why don't you tell me?
Al-Zuhari is kind,
generous,
and gentle.
Who are you?
I'm al-Zuhari's wife.
He's here, isn't he?
He brought you to meet him.
Kill me.
I will never tell you.
[Vehicle approaching]
DALTON: Kamali.
You've been in Beirut
for 3 months.
I've known your every move.
This is my world.
Locke sent me.
Where is the woman?
She's here.
I want to help you.
You?
Can help me?
We both want the same thing.
And what is that, exactly?
To find al-Zuhari.
To stop him.
She's his wife.
Then she is the key.
You were right.
Rachel, for what it's worth,
let me speak to her.
Gun.
Phone.
Can I?
Be my guest.
MAN: The Sofia
Abboud file, sir.
[Man speaking Arabic on radio]
LEATHERBY: You're a
long way from Hereford.
Get me voice on that channel.
Sir.
LOCKE: Leatherby?
Who is this?
This is Philip Locke.
LEATHERBY: The Philip Locke
I've heard so much about?
I always thought you were an overrated
little fucking dwarf, myself.
LOCKE: Possibly,
but I wasn't the one
capture by Saddam's
weekend warriors, was I?
LOCKE: Let my boys
go, James.
They're just out there
doing their job.
LEATHERBY:
You have my word...
when I'm done, I will
carve out their hearts
and send them back
marked for your attention.
These boys won't
beat the clock, Phil.
Don't count on it.
Oh, my God.
STONEBRIDGE: We're gonna
head for the roof
and look for
an exit there, yeah?
Let's do it.
Let's move.
Yeah, moving.
STONEBRIDGE: I'll have
a peek left, yeah?
Right.
You ready?
Go, go, go, go.
SCOTT: Ester, stand there.
Come on.
I said stay over there, kid.
Is my dad some kind of spy?
Get down.
That's the kind of question
you should ask him.
Do you have a family?
Yeah. I got some parents,
live in separate states,
which is great for the family.
I got a couple of brothers.
They're idiots.
No, I meant of your own.
[Chuckles]
You ask a lot of
questions, huh, kid?
You got a cigarette?
Didn't get to the shop today.
Mm-hmm.
LOCKE: Zero, over.
Yeah. This is
Bravo One. Come in.
What's your position?
Right now we're stuck between
a rock and a hard Scot.
LOCKE: It looks like Hezbollah has
locked down the whole of Dahieh.
You know if there was
anything we could do...
Yeah. I understand.
Be advised, new intel
on Sofia Abboud.
She's al-Zuhari's wife.
Shit.
SCOTT: Are you
fucking kidding me?
STONEBRIDGE: Do you have a
location on Dalton yet?
That's a negative.
If she's broken Abboud,
she'll be headed
for wherever that woman
was going to be taken.
LOCKE: And...
Yeah. And Leatherby's
the only other person
who knows where that's at.
That's a roger.
And, Bravo One, let's get that
address from Leatherby. Out.
♪
Up on the roof.
[Speaking Arabic]
LEATHERBY: What are we
waiting for?
Let's kill those bastards, huh?
♪
Aah!
All right, boys.
This is where it ends.
LEATHERBY: We have done
with Hope and Honor.
Mike!
You all right? Ester,
come with me.
LEATHERBY: We are lost
to Love and Truth.
Fuck!
What is it?
God have mercy...
You're OK.
You're OK.
On such as we.
Fuck.
Ester! Ester!
Come on. Let's go.
Keep down.
[Man speaking Arabic on radio]
I am not leaving
my lads out there.
[Cocks gun]
Let's move.
Yes, sir.
[Gunfire] Go!
Uh!
Scott!
On me.
Come here!
Come here!
Move, move, move!
SCOTT: Changing!
Changing!
Mikey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thanks.
De nada.
Move.
OK.
SCOTT: Gun overhead.
Get down.
SCOTT: Don't shoot him.
Don't shoot him.
That's Leatherby's boyfriend.
I'd better go up there,
take him alive,
force his sugar daddy to tell
us where he took the woman.
Yeah, roger that.
Ester,
stay with the girls, all right?
Yeah.
SCOTT: Behave for
them, all right?
Moving.
[Gunfire]
[Car engine revs]
[Tires screech]
LOCKE: This is Zero.
Bravo One, we're on our way.
SCOTT: Heads up.
Come here. Come here.
It's OK. It's OK. I...
It's OK. I can help you.
I can help you.
Oi, Braveheart!
_
We need to talk. Does
this belong to you? Huh?
Give me 10 minutes.
Gotcha.
LEATHERBY:
All right.
[Kamali claps 3 times]
Sofia, you have to
tell this woman
what you know!
_
_
Were you to meet
al-Zuhari?
_
_
[Cuts tape]
Shh.
[Door opens]
I'll leave you
to think about it.
What did you say to her?
That I'd let her
get out of here.
She'll never tell us
where al-Zuhari is,
but if we let her escape,
she will lead us to him.
LEATHERBY:
What do you want?
A free ride home, hmm?
Even if I walk away, Hezbollah
will still want you dead.
STONEBRIDGE: We just need an
address from you. That's it.
STONEBRIDGE: Where were
you taking Sofia Abboud?
Ha. You think I give
a shit about him?
You're here, aren't you?
Why are you here?
For Queen and Country, huh?
The truth is, you're here
for the same reason I am...
our dirty little secret.
This is great fucking fun, eh?
Eh? Try telling that to the
old dear standing next to you
in the queue
in the supermarket.
You never feel more fucking
ALIVE than the moment
that you're killing
another human being.
You speak for yourself.
LEATHERBY: Oh, come on. Come on.
You're a smart lad.
You know you're out here killing
for oil, dollars, and dividends.
It's just easier
to pretend otherwise.
And then... and then
when you've bled out
in some fucking shithole
like this, and you will,
and they don't bother turning
up for your funeral,
they'll just post your
family, if you've got one,
a fucking medal.
A fucking medal!
Second class.
They never came back
for you, did they?
That's what all this
is about, isn't it?
Yeah, I understand.
But you're still not gonna
let me kill your boy here.
James, don't...
Don't whine like a girl.
Please.
Be a man.
Make a choice!
Shut the fuck up!
You'd better
fucking convince him.
James, look at me.
Don't.
Shut the fuck up!
James, please.
Make a choice.
Please, don't let them
do this. James. James!
Don't let them do this!
James. James, look at me,
please!
♪
♪
♪
♪
7.
7...
Rue Eville.
[Whispering] Good work.
SCOTT: Zero,
did you copy that?
7 Rue Eville.
7 Rue Eville.
Go on. Move.
You fucking traitor.
Fuck.
MARTINEZ: It's OK.
Come with me. Let's go.
I'll see you in hell, soldier.
SCOTT: What the fuck
you got there?
Mikey. What the fuck is that?
Zero, this is Bravo Two.
Braveheart and his
boyfriend KIA.
We're headed back to you now.
Did you copy that
address, 7 Rue Eville?
Roger. On the road now.
Radio your exfil, and we'll
pick you up en route. Out.
You've done it.
He's here, Rachel.
♪
Dalton.
I copy.
Where are you, Rachel?
We're at Rue Eville.
Sit tight and observe only.
LOCKE: Stay on open channel.
We're on our way.
LOCKE: Dalton's at
Rue Eville. Let's move!
Move!
[Tires screech]
LOCKE: Get the girl
back to the Crib.
STONEBRIDGE: Get in the car.
Get in the car.
LOCKE: Mike, Scott,
you're with me!
SCOTT: Go, go.
Go, go, go!
[Door creaks]
Sofia.
You've come a long way.
Where's my husband?
He couldn't be here,
but he told me to tell you
he's truly sorry.
Uh!
♪
DALTON: I have
a shot inside.
LOCKE: Rachel, get out
of that house now.
Get out of that
house now, Rachel.
DALTON: Too late.
DALTON: Shit.
[Whispers] Goddammit!
I'm sorry.
[Dog growls]
[Dog barking]
♪
[Gunshot]
Uh! Uh!
You know my face, do you?
From all those Special
Branch files, right?
What are you, a soldier?
Well, Brit, this one's
for my brother.
Aaah!
STONEBRIDGE:
Fuck, did you hear that?!
MacKenna.
So here's how it ends.
I'm famous,
and you're done.
[Cocks gun]
Fuck.
[Gunshot]
LOCKE: Shit.
STONEBRIDGE: Going right.
[Kamali gasping]
KAMALI: She's gone.
I was too late.
Behind that wall!
LOCKE: Whatever Sofia
was carrying, she took it.
Who?
LOCKE: Mairead MacKenna.
Real IRA.
STONEBRIDGE: What?
SCOTT: What the fuck is the real
IRA doing in the middle of this?
I don't know, but that
was her voice on comms.
She was right.
♪
SCOTT: Hey.
ESTER: Thank God
you're all right!
KAMALI: I'm fine.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- Uh-huh.
I love you.
I love you, too, Dad.
We're gonna go.
ESTER: Wait. Um, you'd, um,
make an all right dad, too.
Really?
You're a pretty good kid.
We're done.
SCOTT:
It's all good.
What is this?
A pebble?
Oh, fuck, it's not a pebble.
That would be one very
expensive pebble.
That is an uncut diamond.
Really?
Really.
How much?
It's enough for you
to get home,
get out of trouble.
Why are you doing this for me?
I don't know.
Probably because
you want to get home
and see your family...
fix things.
And if I want to say
"Thank you"?
[Chuckles]
Well...
begin with this.
[Chuckles]
That is not a girl's name.
It's my hotel.
Don't eat that.
Not good for you.
[Shower water running]
[Man speaking Russian]
_
_
I'm just thinking,
what the fuck do we do
after all this, you know?
Are you talking
about a get-out plan?
Well, I suppose.
Almost died out there
because of her.
Ah, look. No matter
how crazy she was,
I have to believe she did some
things for the right reasons.
Really, like getting
Baxter killed?
No, no.
She did end up
like him, though,
and Leatherby.
Maybe he was right.
Huh?
Leatherby. We're all
heading for the same place.
The only thing that changes
is when we get there.
[Scott chuckles]
Fuck it. It's not like I got
a great retirement, anyway.
Come on. I don't
know about that.
Shit.
Did you hand yours in already?
Uh...
I'll take that as a no.
Let's work, Sergeant
Stonebridge.
Yeah, well, if I did, they
might start asking questions
like, were there any others?
[Cell phone rings] Right, so
you just didn't hand them in
to protect me.
Yeah, I'm protecting
you, my mate.
Yeah. That makes me
feel much better.
STONEBRIDGE:
Uh-huh?
Yeah.
We're on it.
Shit.
What did they say?
They spotted MacKenna on a
CCTV camera at the airport.
She's heading for Budapest.
♪
_
_
♪