Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 4, Episode 6 - Episode #4.6 - full transcript
The IRA and the Muslim terrorist interrogate Locke. They want the new protocols for NATO. While Section 20 is closing in on the terrorist base, the IRA planning its own attack on the British Embassy.
Previously on Strike Back...
Mairead MacKenna.
What the fuck is the real IRA
doing in the middle of this?
the old enemy are joining
hands with the new.
Natalie Fisher.
- Do you work here in Budapest?
- Embassy.
- Old girlfriend?
- Yeah.
Leave it with me.
- I knew your brother, Mairead.
- You ran across him.
I ran him.
- How's your son, Philip? - You mention
my son again, and I will kill you.
- Drop the gun.
- Take the shot, Michael.
Don't even think about it,
you fucker. You're mine!
I say we pop him. One
right behind the ear.
That's too good for him.
- You girls all right?
- Yeah.
Here. We picked that up.
There might be something on it.
Whatever you do, do it quick.
We all know what happens to British soldiers
in the hands of the IRA, don't we?
Picked up any chatter?
Any e-mails about this attack?
Levels are up, but
nothing specific.
- What about Kamali?
- Should be here any minute.
All right, let's work with what we have. We have
O'Riordan's movements over the last week.
We have CCTV footage
from the airport.
We have 24 hours... tops...
before this attack.
On the ground.
I just...
I don't suppose you've got
somewhere I could freshen up?
I take it that's a "No," then.
Enough.
Get up.
Dig.
What do you know about my son?
This is how my brother died.
Bullet in the back of the head.
Buried in a grave he dug himself.
STRIKE BACK 4x06
Sub: dcdah; Edited: Szaki
BRITISH EMBASSY, BUDAPEST
- You got anything?
- One a second.
Phone call made from the airport
less than an hour before the attack.
- To who?
- Moukhtar Mousawi,
a prominent businessman
in the Lebanese community here.
Runs the car dealership
in District 13.
- Heads up.
- Leo.
- I came as soon as I could.
- Thanks for coming. How's Ester?
Safe.
You know that guy?
Moukhtar Mousawi. He's one of
Al-Zuhari's fixers in Europe.
- Right.
- They took Locke.
Then Moukhtar Mousawi will
know where they're holding him.
Which makes him our only
solid lead to the attack.
It's risky, but
I could talk to him.
Mm-mm. Time for talk is over.
Mikey, let's go.
- Richmond, you get us that address?
- Yup.
You believe in dreams?
Yes.
Keep it.
I had a bad dream.
The things you lost on your recent
holiday in Beirut have been found.
You all right?
Yeah.
Why wouldn't I be?
Those couple of shots you missed.
Just asking.
Yeah. I checked in
with the embassy doctor.
She's running some tests.
That's good.
What do you think it could be?
- Mental? Physical?
- I don't know.
I've seen it on
guys I came up with.
Physically, you're fine, but...
mentally... no.
You've reached the top of your game
and the pressure and the emotional cost,
it just...
It's not long before it
starts to slip away, you know?
- You got nothing to worry about.
- Well, cheers, mate.
- You're nowhere near the top
of your game. - You fucking asshole.
Is that what's making you
think about these diamonds?
Maybe.
But you don't get out,
you get got, right?
Copy that.
Did you ever hear the one about the Englishman
and the Irishman and the Arab?
Yeah? Tough crowd.
- Don't do this.
- Stay where the fuck you are.
This is between you and me.
I liked your brother.
You liked Francie?
You fucking turned him.
Set him up.
Made him betray the people
he loved. The cause.
It was a dirty war, Mairead.
That night, I went to warn him.
To protect your fucking source.
What are you doing?
- Why did you even bring him here?
- This has nothing to do with you.
You heard her. Fuck off.
Put the weapons down.
They are all dogs,
but we need them.
If you want what
al-Zuhari has promised,
we should find out what he knows.
Fuck it.
He's nothing to me.
You guys are planning to attack NATO,
you better get your act together.
He knows nothing.
He's trying to play us.
We have to be sure.
- Fuck. I hate waiting.
- Yeah.
So, Locke had a kid, huh?
He did. The SAS played
hardball in Northern Ireland,
- as you know.
- Yeah.
The IRA killed Locke's son.
- Fuck.
- Yeah.
- And you knew?
- Yeah, I suppose I did.
But we all have things we
don't talk about, right, mate?
Yes, we do.
There's Mousawi.
How do I look?
Like a man who has
more money than taste.
- That's good. That's exactly
what I was going for. - Well, it works.
Leather...
and it has all the 4 tires.
There. Is all 4.
You like, Mother? This?
Like the color?
Sz?p ugye?
(Nice, isn't it?)
- Nem magyar. (Not Hungarian) Speak English?
- Ah. The car. Is a beautiful thing.
It is.
- Moukhtar Mousawi.
- Grant Hawkins.
- I love Americans.
- So do I.
So many songs about cars.
Bruce Springsteen,
"Cadillac Ranch."
Janis Joplin, "Mercedes Benz."
Yep. Romance of the road.
- What brings you to Hungary,
Mr. Hawkins? - Fiancee.
- You're getting married?
- Yeah. Third time lucky.
Americans... the only people
with more wives than Arabs.
Yeah, but we only
get one at a time.
- Except in Utah.
- That's true.
You're a funny man, Moukhtar.
- May I?
- Please. Be my guest.
Thank you.
Let me tell you, my friend, this is
one of the safest cars you could drive.
Heh. Why is that?
Because it's made of metal?
- You have children? - Me and
my fiancee are thinking about it,
but I'm still a
bit of a kid myself.
You would like to take
it for a test drive?
I could arrange for
one of my sales...
- Don't mind me, mate.
- You'll do.
What...
What's going on?
We were tipped off by
a man called Gray in Beirut
that somebody was after NATO intel.
Every single base and installation
is on full alert.
And the NATO hub?
- Anything else you want to fucking
tell him? - He'll die here.
So, what is it you're after?
Logistics data?
Base operational details?
Well, sadly, you're out of luck.
The access protocols
have been changed...
on my orders.
What is the new protocol?
From where I'm standing, that's
hardly an incentive, is it?
You're right.
Wait.
I know a better way.
I was going to save this till the moment
before I pulled the trigger.
I know who killed your son.
Give us the protocol
and I'll give you the name.
Let me open it.
I want to open it.
Give me the keys.
- Thanks, Dad.
- Let me know when you get there.
Locke.
- Who is this?
- For your sins, Philip...
What do you want?
Payback.
Anthony!
Yeah.
20 years and it still
hurts, doesn't it?
You must be human after all.
At least your wife survived. Lucky.
She'll get to pick up your pension.
I suppose you could
call it surviving.
In a wheelchair, quadriplegic,
60% burns.
What do you boys call it?
Collateral damage?
- You know who planted the bomb?
- The same man as built it.
There was only one other
device with the same signature.
Canary Wharf. 96.
- I could point you straight at him.
- You're going to kill me anyway.
You still want to know?
He died because of who you are...
what you did.
You know, when I close my
eyes, I don't just see my boy.
I feel his breath on my neck.
I feel the warmth
he used to give me.
There was a time
I would've put a bullet
into every bastard that
helped kill him, but...
Anthony's dead. Francie's dead.
You're living in the past, Mairead.
That war's done.
You don't really
believe that, do you?
- This is kidnapping!
- It's funny you mention kidnapping.
You know the name
Philip Locke? Huh?
There we go. Brake works.
- You think there's any other safety features
on this car? - I don't know. Let's find out.
Let's do that.
What are you doing?
At the moment, looks like
we're going backwards.
All right, brakes!
These models got
passenger airbags, Mikey?
- I think there's only one way
to find out, mate. - Mm. Me, too.
No, no. Wait.
No, wait, wait, stop, stop, stop!
I can't stop now!
Boy, that was
a clincher, wasn't it?
Waiting.
- All right.
- Wait, wait, wait.
If Al-Zuhari finds out...
I'm not gonna tell him. Mikey?
Mum's the word, mate.
There you go. So, he's
not gonna find out.
Cat got your tongue? Come on.
An abandoned factory.
District 9.
Fuck.
- You all right?
- You see where it's coming from, mate?
Oh, yeah, let me stick my head up
and take a look, mate.
- Nothing. Nothing! Fucking engine.
- Shit.
Fuck.
- Here. - Oh, fucking throw
that at him great idea.
Throw it at you.
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Goddamn. Up, Mike. Up.
Fuck.
- You see him?
- He's jumping out.
Here he comes, Mikey.
He's coming toward us.
As soon as he changes...
Go.
Uhh. You think he's IRA?
- He's Vory. - What the fuck
is that? Sounds like an evil elf.
Vory v Zakone. Russian Mob.
You see these tattoos?
They're like a CV. They tell you
everything except his name.
- How the fuck do you know all that shit?
- And this one, he's an assassin.
- I got that, Mike.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
That's the man. Arkady Ulyanov almost
certainly sent the Vory to kill you.
Because we killed
his son in Colombia.
Come on. We've
killed heaps of dudes.
They've all been someone's son.
What makes that guy such a badass?
Because he's the head of the
most fierce mafia gang in Russia.
He has the resources
of a small country.
And he loved his son.
- You're fucked then. - I'm fucked?
I'm fucked? Why am I fucked?
- You shot him first.
- You shot him as well.
Yeah, but I only shot him
to make sure he was dead.
You shot him first, so, all the evil elfs
are gonna come after your ass.
It's "Elves," Not "Elfs."
- You got anything?
- Yeah.
Two abandoned factories
that fit with what Mousawi told us.
- It's going up?
- Big screen.
- That's it? - Well, that's the armored
car from the airport.
That's it. Let's move.
Today is the anniversary. Today is the holy day
Al-Zuhari referred to on the tape.
The attack could happen
anywhere, any moment.
Let's go.
Heads up, bud.
- You'll get nothing from him.
- Just shoot the fucker.
A bullet and a shallow
grave buy us nothing.
- He has propaganda value.
- Suit yourself.
Used to be a time you joined
the army to see the world, eh?
Now you get to star in your
own snuff movie instead.
I guess that's progress.
Why don't you tell your friends
who Francie MacKenna really was, Mairead?
- That he worked...
- Shut your filthy mouth.
When you're done,
be sure to send a copy of the
video to what's left of his wife.
Come on. It's time.
In position on your two.
Mikey, go.
Fuck.
Scott! Stonebridge!
- They're here. - Nobody's going
to enter now, my friend.
Look at the camera.
Look at the camera. Look!
Say after me. Say after me.
- Sorry, I didn't quite...
- Say after me!
I'll kill him!
Shoot him, Scott.
Take the shot.
I can't.
- Take the shot.
- I can't, boss. I got no shot.
Do it!
Fuck!
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Still got it, Mikey.
- Really?
- You all right, boss?
- Sergeant.
- Good? Good?
- Yeah.
Her crew's on the loose with 3 vans.
They might be packed
full of Semtex.
- What are their targets?
- No idea, but it's happening today.
They're looking to crack
the NATO hub somehow.
Get hold of Covee. Make sure the protocols
are changed immediately.
- Sir.
- Uhh. Thank you.
Then get me the location of every
access point within 100 miles of here.
- What's the NATO hub?
- It's the gateway to all allied intelligence.
We have to assume they're
gonna download intel
on the target or targets
they intend to attack.
Gray was right.
Dalton was right.
They're targeting a NATO base.
Papa airbase is the main
NATO base in Hungary, yeah?
- Yeah. - Well, tell them we have
a Code One level threat.
Imminent.
- Are we set?
- Keep your wits about you.
Hold on. That's one of the vans.
Where is it?
Josef Square.
A block from here.
- Move. Evacuate the building.
- Boss. - Sir.
- They have to be targeting
the embassy. - Fuck.
And alert the authorities.
There's two more vans.
Eastern European. Both green.
One light, one dark.
- Why the embassy? - Sir? Covee's
on his way to the morgue.
His assistant Natalie was
found dead this morning.
- That can't be a coincidence.
- Get hold of Covee now.
Sir.
It's a mobile mortar rig.
Secure it.
- MacKenna's at the scene
with another hostile. - Copy that.
- Mike, Mike.
- Here they fucking come!
- Contact!
- Fuck!
- Mikey.
- Coming to you.
The other vans.
They're triangulating the embassy.
Move!
Moving!
Incoming! Cover!
You. Get out. Go. Move.
Fuck.
Bravo team, I have
the other two vans.
One at Leopold Park,
one at Szechenyi Bridge.
Sergeant, leave.
Now. That's an order.
- Mike!
- I'm here!
I'll run for the park!
You go for the bridge!
Yeah, roger that.
Come on, come on.
Let's go.
Leo, find somewhere
safe and you stay there.
For fuck's sake,
put Covee on now!
Fuck.
That's one down.
Fuck. Man.
Group Captain, this is
Sergeant Richmond, Section 20.
MacKenna's people are
attacking the embassy.
- We do not have...
- Listen.
I have oversight of all NATO troops
transiting through Papa
airbase to Afghanistan.
They killed my assistant
to get her access card.
Mike!
No!
Mike, no!
Zero, you have
mortars inbound! Fuck!
No!
Can we get some help here?
Help this man.
Julia?
Get me a medic in here now. Now!
Yeah, roger that.
Excuse me.
Oi. Excuse me.
Excuse me. I need your help. Come here.
Do you speak English? English?
Come here. Follow me.
Upstairs. Upstairs.
Come here.
- Can somebody give me a hand in here?
- Yeah, I'm right here, boss.
Come here. Come here.
Get in here.
Julia.
Stay still. You're gonna be OK.
- Julia, it's all right. It's all right.
Stay still. Stay still. - What happened?
You don't have to worry about
that. We're gonna take care of it.
There's a NATO hub access point
in the secure part of the embassy.
That's impossible.
They would've briefed us on it.
For Alpha Eyes Only. Covee.
He has much higher
clearance than is standard.
- Where is it? - Basement.
- Basement.
I guess that's you and me even.
We've had casualties down here?
We get message.
- Jesus Christ.
- Paramedics' IRA.
- She all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
She's alive.
There's an access point in the basement.
We need to get there right now. Come on.
I've got this. You go.
- She gains access, we're fucked.
- Shit.
- How did you get down here?
- New access protocol.
We've no time
for fucking heroes.
If they've changed the
access protocol, how...
The Brits been lying to us
for 300 years. Locke was lying.
- Stop! Mikey!
- Oi! Stop.
- Is that him?
- Sorry, sorry, sorry.
No. Shit.
Move. Move.
C'mon to fuck, Mairead.
What's taking so long?
- Come on, come on.
- We've done our bit.
Move.
Shit. Here they fucking come.
It's done.
Fuck. Come on. They
must have got Brendan.
Shit. Fuck.
Go. Take it.
Go on. Fuck off before
I change my mind.
I'm only doing what Francie
would've done, right?
You're a better man
than he ever was.
Good luck.
You fuckers never
know when to stop.
Fuck! Grenade! Move!
Fuck!
You should be dead.
You're not far off yourself.
And for what?
Enough AK, Semtex, and Stingers
to get your lot out
of Ireland forever.
Do you really think Al-Zuhari
will come good on that, Mairead?
Listen to the Brit call
the Arab a shifty bastard.
You stay there.
Give me the name of the bomber,
the man who killed my son,
and I promise you, Mairead,
I will do everything I can for you.
You turned one MacKenna.
You'll not turn another.
You tell me and
Francie's secret is safe.
- Why do you think I stayed?
- Let Paidraig go?
Once I'm dead, you've
no reason to tell anyone.
- I'll do it anyway.
- No. You won't.
Because you did like my brother.
Mikey. You got this?
- Yeah. - I'm gonna go for a friend.
- Yeah. Roger that.
Everyone fucking loved Francie.
What the fuck?
The name of the man
who killed my son.
- Oh, shit. Colonel.
- I have this.
The name.
See, the old war is not done
for you yet, either, is it?
Poor, little toy soldier.
I can do better than a name.
How'd you like to speak to the man
who killed your wee Anthony?
What?
My phone.
- Boss.
- It's fine.
This is between you and me.
No!
- Come here.
- She was gonna shoot you!
Kamali! Come here.
The gun. Put it down.
Put it down.
- Put it down.
- She was gonna shoot you.
Shit.
Bitch.
Come here. Come on.
- Do we have any more painkillers?
- Yeah. For Julia?
Yeah. She'll be sore when
the morphine wears off.
- Here you go.
- Cheers.
Is now the time to talk
about dinner?
Um...look, Martinez, I'm...
I'm flattered. I really am.
No, no. It's cool.
- Ha!
- Yup.
- Sorry to interrupt.
- Yup. Here we go.
Is there something I can
get for you, Sergeant Scott?
- No, it's all good. I'll get it from the other one.
- OK. Thank you.
Look like you got your hands
full there, Special Agent.
- Here we go. Scott, it's just...
- I know what it is, dude.
- for Richmond... - All good.
- Yup. - Uh-huh.
- OK. - Be gentle.
- Yup. Good talk.
- Been a long time.
- Great. That's good.
- He's not the talking type, right?
- Oh, no. Damien, he is the soul of discretion.
He's...
- Hey, Scott.
- Yeah.
- What about the last of MacKenna's men?
- I don't know. He got away.
Cops are on.
I'm gonna grab her.
Come on. Come here.
What a mess.
- You all right, Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.
You'd tell me if you
weren't, wouldn't you?
Yeah, of course.
- You spoke to the doctor?
- Yeah, she's running some tests.
- Routine checkup, at my request.
- She said.
Anything else
you want to tell me?
No, sir. It's all good.
You and Scott are at the tip
of the spear, Michael. It's not easy.
I know. I was that soldier.
Yeah, I understand.
And what happened
between me and MacKenna...
was ancient history.
You lost family as well.
It never goes away, does it, sir?
Did it help? Killing Hanson?
I forgave him.
That's not what I asked.
Go on. You can tell me.
MacKenna's dead.
I'll never find the bastard.
Yeah. Yeah, it helped.
That's what I was afraid of.
You're a good soldier, Michael.
Thank you, sir.
The next time I tell you to take the shot,
you take the shot.
Yes, sir.
So?
This is... ahem...
exceptional quality.
- Where did you get it?
- Private supplier.
You got a rough idea of its value?
At current market,
200. 250.
- Thousand?
- Yes.
- Dollars?
- Yes.
How many do you have?
That, my friend, is a secret. Heh.
- Fuck me. - Language, please.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, we'll get the tech people to look over it again.
- That's a good idea.
Make a seat and drink, will you?
Thanks.
I should've known about this attack.
They should've told me.
You don't think they trust you?
This was part of something
bigger, wasn't it?
To access information
on NATO bases?
The hub is the key to everything.
- Evening, guys,
- Hey.
- What's that? - It's the number of the
ex-girlfriend you were looking for.
- Special Agent.
- Sergeant.
So, it's just
been confirmed...
MacKenna's people cloned
a drive at the embassy.
Well, they decrypt it,
NATO's operationally compromised
and the whole of Europe is exposed
to an attack by Al-Zuhari.
When it's activated, the cloned drive
broadcasts a unique trackable signal.
- We picked it up an hour ago.
- Where?
- Russia.
- That's Arkady Ulyanov's backyard.
We're fucked. We're on
top of his shit list.
Sub: dcdah
Edited: Szaki
Mairead MacKenna.
What the fuck is the real IRA
doing in the middle of this?
the old enemy are joining
hands with the new.
Natalie Fisher.
- Do you work here in Budapest?
- Embassy.
- Old girlfriend?
- Yeah.
Leave it with me.
- I knew your brother, Mairead.
- You ran across him.
I ran him.
- How's your son, Philip? - You mention
my son again, and I will kill you.
- Drop the gun.
- Take the shot, Michael.
Don't even think about it,
you fucker. You're mine!
I say we pop him. One
right behind the ear.
That's too good for him.
- You girls all right?
- Yeah.
Here. We picked that up.
There might be something on it.
Whatever you do, do it quick.
We all know what happens to British soldiers
in the hands of the IRA, don't we?
Picked up any chatter?
Any e-mails about this attack?
Levels are up, but
nothing specific.
- What about Kamali?
- Should be here any minute.
All right, let's work with what we have. We have
O'Riordan's movements over the last week.
We have CCTV footage
from the airport.
We have 24 hours... tops...
before this attack.
On the ground.
I just...
I don't suppose you've got
somewhere I could freshen up?
I take it that's a "No," then.
Enough.
Get up.
Dig.
What do you know about my son?
This is how my brother died.
Bullet in the back of the head.
Buried in a grave he dug himself.
STRIKE BACK 4x06
Sub: dcdah; Edited: Szaki
BRITISH EMBASSY, BUDAPEST
- You got anything?
- One a second.
Phone call made from the airport
less than an hour before the attack.
- To who?
- Moukhtar Mousawi,
a prominent businessman
in the Lebanese community here.
Runs the car dealership
in District 13.
- Heads up.
- Leo.
- I came as soon as I could.
- Thanks for coming. How's Ester?
Safe.
You know that guy?
Moukhtar Mousawi. He's one of
Al-Zuhari's fixers in Europe.
- Right.
- They took Locke.
Then Moukhtar Mousawi will
know where they're holding him.
Which makes him our only
solid lead to the attack.
It's risky, but
I could talk to him.
Mm-mm. Time for talk is over.
Mikey, let's go.
- Richmond, you get us that address?
- Yup.
You believe in dreams?
Yes.
Keep it.
I had a bad dream.
The things you lost on your recent
holiday in Beirut have been found.
You all right?
Yeah.
Why wouldn't I be?
Those couple of shots you missed.
Just asking.
Yeah. I checked in
with the embassy doctor.
She's running some tests.
That's good.
What do you think it could be?
- Mental? Physical?
- I don't know.
I've seen it on
guys I came up with.
Physically, you're fine, but...
mentally... no.
You've reached the top of your game
and the pressure and the emotional cost,
it just...
It's not long before it
starts to slip away, you know?
- You got nothing to worry about.
- Well, cheers, mate.
- You're nowhere near the top
of your game. - You fucking asshole.
Is that what's making you
think about these diamonds?
Maybe.
But you don't get out,
you get got, right?
Copy that.
Did you ever hear the one about the Englishman
and the Irishman and the Arab?
Yeah? Tough crowd.
- Don't do this.
- Stay where the fuck you are.
This is between you and me.
I liked your brother.
You liked Francie?
You fucking turned him.
Set him up.
Made him betray the people
he loved. The cause.
It was a dirty war, Mairead.
That night, I went to warn him.
To protect your fucking source.
What are you doing?
- Why did you even bring him here?
- This has nothing to do with you.
You heard her. Fuck off.
Put the weapons down.
They are all dogs,
but we need them.
If you want what
al-Zuhari has promised,
we should find out what he knows.
Fuck it.
He's nothing to me.
You guys are planning to attack NATO,
you better get your act together.
He knows nothing.
He's trying to play us.
We have to be sure.
- Fuck. I hate waiting.
- Yeah.
So, Locke had a kid, huh?
He did. The SAS played
hardball in Northern Ireland,
- as you know.
- Yeah.
The IRA killed Locke's son.
- Fuck.
- Yeah.
- And you knew?
- Yeah, I suppose I did.
But we all have things we
don't talk about, right, mate?
Yes, we do.
There's Mousawi.
How do I look?
Like a man who has
more money than taste.
- That's good. That's exactly
what I was going for. - Well, it works.
Leather...
and it has all the 4 tires.
There. Is all 4.
You like, Mother? This?
Like the color?
Sz?p ugye?
(Nice, isn't it?)
- Nem magyar. (Not Hungarian) Speak English?
- Ah. The car. Is a beautiful thing.
It is.
- Moukhtar Mousawi.
- Grant Hawkins.
- I love Americans.
- So do I.
So many songs about cars.
Bruce Springsteen,
"Cadillac Ranch."
Janis Joplin, "Mercedes Benz."
Yep. Romance of the road.
- What brings you to Hungary,
Mr. Hawkins? - Fiancee.
- You're getting married?
- Yeah. Third time lucky.
Americans... the only people
with more wives than Arabs.
Yeah, but we only
get one at a time.
- Except in Utah.
- That's true.
You're a funny man, Moukhtar.
- May I?
- Please. Be my guest.
Thank you.
Let me tell you, my friend, this is
one of the safest cars you could drive.
Heh. Why is that?
Because it's made of metal?
- You have children? - Me and
my fiancee are thinking about it,
but I'm still a
bit of a kid myself.
You would like to take
it for a test drive?
I could arrange for
one of my sales...
- Don't mind me, mate.
- You'll do.
What...
What's going on?
We were tipped off by
a man called Gray in Beirut
that somebody was after NATO intel.
Every single base and installation
is on full alert.
And the NATO hub?
- Anything else you want to fucking
tell him? - He'll die here.
So, what is it you're after?
Logistics data?
Base operational details?
Well, sadly, you're out of luck.
The access protocols
have been changed...
on my orders.
What is the new protocol?
From where I'm standing, that's
hardly an incentive, is it?
You're right.
Wait.
I know a better way.
I was going to save this till the moment
before I pulled the trigger.
I know who killed your son.
Give us the protocol
and I'll give you the name.
Let me open it.
I want to open it.
Give me the keys.
- Thanks, Dad.
- Let me know when you get there.
Locke.
- Who is this?
- For your sins, Philip...
What do you want?
Payback.
Anthony!
Yeah.
20 years and it still
hurts, doesn't it?
You must be human after all.
At least your wife survived. Lucky.
She'll get to pick up your pension.
I suppose you could
call it surviving.
In a wheelchair, quadriplegic,
60% burns.
What do you boys call it?
Collateral damage?
- You know who planted the bomb?
- The same man as built it.
There was only one other
device with the same signature.
Canary Wharf. 96.
- I could point you straight at him.
- You're going to kill me anyway.
You still want to know?
He died because of who you are...
what you did.
You know, when I close my
eyes, I don't just see my boy.
I feel his breath on my neck.
I feel the warmth
he used to give me.
There was a time
I would've put a bullet
into every bastard that
helped kill him, but...
Anthony's dead. Francie's dead.
You're living in the past, Mairead.
That war's done.
You don't really
believe that, do you?
- This is kidnapping!
- It's funny you mention kidnapping.
You know the name
Philip Locke? Huh?
There we go. Brake works.
- You think there's any other safety features
on this car? - I don't know. Let's find out.
Let's do that.
What are you doing?
At the moment, looks like
we're going backwards.
All right, brakes!
These models got
passenger airbags, Mikey?
- I think there's only one way
to find out, mate. - Mm. Me, too.
No, no. Wait.
No, wait, wait, stop, stop, stop!
I can't stop now!
Boy, that was
a clincher, wasn't it?
Waiting.
- All right.
- Wait, wait, wait.
If Al-Zuhari finds out...
I'm not gonna tell him. Mikey?
Mum's the word, mate.
There you go. So, he's
not gonna find out.
Cat got your tongue? Come on.
An abandoned factory.
District 9.
Fuck.
- You all right?
- You see where it's coming from, mate?
Oh, yeah, let me stick my head up
and take a look, mate.
- Nothing. Nothing! Fucking engine.
- Shit.
Fuck.
- Here. - Oh, fucking throw
that at him great idea.
Throw it at you.
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Goddamn. Up, Mike. Up.
Fuck.
- You see him?
- He's jumping out.
Here he comes, Mikey.
He's coming toward us.
As soon as he changes...
Go.
Uhh. You think he's IRA?
- He's Vory. - What the fuck
is that? Sounds like an evil elf.
Vory v Zakone. Russian Mob.
You see these tattoos?
They're like a CV. They tell you
everything except his name.
- How the fuck do you know all that shit?
- And this one, he's an assassin.
- I got that, Mike.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
That's the man. Arkady Ulyanov almost
certainly sent the Vory to kill you.
Because we killed
his son in Colombia.
Come on. We've
killed heaps of dudes.
They've all been someone's son.
What makes that guy such a badass?
Because he's the head of the
most fierce mafia gang in Russia.
He has the resources
of a small country.
And he loved his son.
- You're fucked then. - I'm fucked?
I'm fucked? Why am I fucked?
- You shot him first.
- You shot him as well.
Yeah, but I only shot him
to make sure he was dead.
You shot him first, so, all the evil elfs
are gonna come after your ass.
It's "Elves," Not "Elfs."
- You got anything?
- Yeah.
Two abandoned factories
that fit with what Mousawi told us.
- It's going up?
- Big screen.
- That's it? - Well, that's the armored
car from the airport.
That's it. Let's move.
Today is the anniversary. Today is the holy day
Al-Zuhari referred to on the tape.
The attack could happen
anywhere, any moment.
Let's go.
Heads up, bud.
- You'll get nothing from him.
- Just shoot the fucker.
A bullet and a shallow
grave buy us nothing.
- He has propaganda value.
- Suit yourself.
Used to be a time you joined
the army to see the world, eh?
Now you get to star in your
own snuff movie instead.
I guess that's progress.
Why don't you tell your friends
who Francie MacKenna really was, Mairead?
- That he worked...
- Shut your filthy mouth.
When you're done,
be sure to send a copy of the
video to what's left of his wife.
Come on. It's time.
In position on your two.
Mikey, go.
Fuck.
Scott! Stonebridge!
- They're here. - Nobody's going
to enter now, my friend.
Look at the camera.
Look at the camera. Look!
Say after me. Say after me.
- Sorry, I didn't quite...
- Say after me!
I'll kill him!
Shoot him, Scott.
Take the shot.
I can't.
- Take the shot.
- I can't, boss. I got no shot.
Do it!
Fuck!
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Still got it, Mikey.
- Really?
- You all right, boss?
- Sergeant.
- Good? Good?
- Yeah.
Her crew's on the loose with 3 vans.
They might be packed
full of Semtex.
- What are their targets?
- No idea, but it's happening today.
They're looking to crack
the NATO hub somehow.
Get hold of Covee. Make sure the protocols
are changed immediately.
- Sir.
- Uhh. Thank you.
Then get me the location of every
access point within 100 miles of here.
- What's the NATO hub?
- It's the gateway to all allied intelligence.
We have to assume they're
gonna download intel
on the target or targets
they intend to attack.
Gray was right.
Dalton was right.
They're targeting a NATO base.
Papa airbase is the main
NATO base in Hungary, yeah?
- Yeah. - Well, tell them we have
a Code One level threat.
Imminent.
- Are we set?
- Keep your wits about you.
Hold on. That's one of the vans.
Where is it?
Josef Square.
A block from here.
- Move. Evacuate the building.
- Boss. - Sir.
- They have to be targeting
the embassy. - Fuck.
And alert the authorities.
There's two more vans.
Eastern European. Both green.
One light, one dark.
- Why the embassy? - Sir? Covee's
on his way to the morgue.
His assistant Natalie was
found dead this morning.
- That can't be a coincidence.
- Get hold of Covee now.
Sir.
It's a mobile mortar rig.
Secure it.
- MacKenna's at the scene
with another hostile. - Copy that.
- Mike, Mike.
- Here they fucking come!
- Contact!
- Fuck!
- Mikey.
- Coming to you.
The other vans.
They're triangulating the embassy.
Move!
Moving!
Incoming! Cover!
You. Get out. Go. Move.
Fuck.
Bravo team, I have
the other two vans.
One at Leopold Park,
one at Szechenyi Bridge.
Sergeant, leave.
Now. That's an order.
- Mike!
- I'm here!
I'll run for the park!
You go for the bridge!
Yeah, roger that.
Come on, come on.
Let's go.
Leo, find somewhere
safe and you stay there.
For fuck's sake,
put Covee on now!
Fuck.
That's one down.
Fuck. Man.
Group Captain, this is
Sergeant Richmond, Section 20.
MacKenna's people are
attacking the embassy.
- We do not have...
- Listen.
I have oversight of all NATO troops
transiting through Papa
airbase to Afghanistan.
They killed my assistant
to get her access card.
Mike!
No!
Mike, no!
Zero, you have
mortars inbound! Fuck!
No!
Can we get some help here?
Help this man.
Julia?
Get me a medic in here now. Now!
Yeah, roger that.
Excuse me.
Oi. Excuse me.
Excuse me. I need your help. Come here.
Do you speak English? English?
Come here. Follow me.
Upstairs. Upstairs.
Come here.
- Can somebody give me a hand in here?
- Yeah, I'm right here, boss.
Come here. Come here.
Get in here.
Julia.
Stay still. You're gonna be OK.
- Julia, it's all right. It's all right.
Stay still. Stay still. - What happened?
You don't have to worry about
that. We're gonna take care of it.
There's a NATO hub access point
in the secure part of the embassy.
That's impossible.
They would've briefed us on it.
For Alpha Eyes Only. Covee.
He has much higher
clearance than is standard.
- Where is it? - Basement.
- Basement.
I guess that's you and me even.
We've had casualties down here?
We get message.
- Jesus Christ.
- Paramedics' IRA.
- She all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
She's alive.
There's an access point in the basement.
We need to get there right now. Come on.
I've got this. You go.
- She gains access, we're fucked.
- Shit.
- How did you get down here?
- New access protocol.
We've no time
for fucking heroes.
If they've changed the
access protocol, how...
The Brits been lying to us
for 300 years. Locke was lying.
- Stop! Mikey!
- Oi! Stop.
- Is that him?
- Sorry, sorry, sorry.
No. Shit.
Move. Move.
C'mon to fuck, Mairead.
What's taking so long?
- Come on, come on.
- We've done our bit.
Move.
Shit. Here they fucking come.
It's done.
Fuck. Come on. They
must have got Brendan.
Shit. Fuck.
Go. Take it.
Go on. Fuck off before
I change my mind.
I'm only doing what Francie
would've done, right?
You're a better man
than he ever was.
Good luck.
You fuckers never
know when to stop.
Fuck! Grenade! Move!
Fuck!
You should be dead.
You're not far off yourself.
And for what?
Enough AK, Semtex, and Stingers
to get your lot out
of Ireland forever.
Do you really think Al-Zuhari
will come good on that, Mairead?
Listen to the Brit call
the Arab a shifty bastard.
You stay there.
Give me the name of the bomber,
the man who killed my son,
and I promise you, Mairead,
I will do everything I can for you.
You turned one MacKenna.
You'll not turn another.
You tell me and
Francie's secret is safe.
- Why do you think I stayed?
- Let Paidraig go?
Once I'm dead, you've
no reason to tell anyone.
- I'll do it anyway.
- No. You won't.
Because you did like my brother.
Mikey. You got this?
- Yeah. - I'm gonna go for a friend.
- Yeah. Roger that.
Everyone fucking loved Francie.
What the fuck?
The name of the man
who killed my son.
- Oh, shit. Colonel.
- I have this.
The name.
See, the old war is not done
for you yet, either, is it?
Poor, little toy soldier.
I can do better than a name.
How'd you like to speak to the man
who killed your wee Anthony?
What?
My phone.
- Boss.
- It's fine.
This is between you and me.
No!
- Come here.
- She was gonna shoot you!
Kamali! Come here.
The gun. Put it down.
Put it down.
- Put it down.
- She was gonna shoot you.
Shit.
Bitch.
Come here. Come on.
- Do we have any more painkillers?
- Yeah. For Julia?
Yeah. She'll be sore when
the morphine wears off.
- Here you go.
- Cheers.
Is now the time to talk
about dinner?
Um...look, Martinez, I'm...
I'm flattered. I really am.
No, no. It's cool.
- Ha!
- Yup.
- Sorry to interrupt.
- Yup. Here we go.
Is there something I can
get for you, Sergeant Scott?
- No, it's all good. I'll get it from the other one.
- OK. Thank you.
Look like you got your hands
full there, Special Agent.
- Here we go. Scott, it's just...
- I know what it is, dude.
- for Richmond... - All good.
- Yup. - Uh-huh.
- OK. - Be gentle.
- Yup. Good talk.
- Been a long time.
- Great. That's good.
- He's not the talking type, right?
- Oh, no. Damien, he is the soul of discretion.
He's...
- Hey, Scott.
- Yeah.
- What about the last of MacKenna's men?
- I don't know. He got away.
Cops are on.
I'm gonna grab her.
Come on. Come here.
What a mess.
- You all right, Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.
You'd tell me if you
weren't, wouldn't you?
Yeah, of course.
- You spoke to the doctor?
- Yeah, she's running some tests.
- Routine checkup, at my request.
- She said.
Anything else
you want to tell me?
No, sir. It's all good.
You and Scott are at the tip
of the spear, Michael. It's not easy.
I know. I was that soldier.
Yeah, I understand.
And what happened
between me and MacKenna...
was ancient history.
You lost family as well.
It never goes away, does it, sir?
Did it help? Killing Hanson?
I forgave him.
That's not what I asked.
Go on. You can tell me.
MacKenna's dead.
I'll never find the bastard.
Yeah. Yeah, it helped.
That's what I was afraid of.
You're a good soldier, Michael.
Thank you, sir.
The next time I tell you to take the shot,
you take the shot.
Yes, sir.
So?
This is... ahem...
exceptional quality.
- Where did you get it?
- Private supplier.
You got a rough idea of its value?
At current market,
200. 250.
- Thousand?
- Yes.
- Dollars?
- Yes.
How many do you have?
That, my friend, is a secret. Heh.
- Fuck me. - Language, please.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, we'll get the tech people to look over it again.
- That's a good idea.
Make a seat and drink, will you?
Thanks.
I should've known about this attack.
They should've told me.
You don't think they trust you?
This was part of something
bigger, wasn't it?
To access information
on NATO bases?
The hub is the key to everything.
- Evening, guys,
- Hey.
- What's that? - It's the number of the
ex-girlfriend you were looking for.
- Special Agent.
- Sergeant.
So, it's just
been confirmed...
MacKenna's people cloned
a drive at the embassy.
Well, they decrypt it,
NATO's operationally compromised
and the whole of Europe is exposed
to an attack by Al-Zuhari.
When it's activated, the cloned drive
broadcasts a unique trackable signal.
- We picked it up an hour ago.
- Where?
- Russia.
- That's Arkady Ulyanov's backyard.
We're fucked. We're on
top of his shit list.
Sub: dcdah
Edited: Szaki