Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 7, Episode 3 - Revolution: Part 3 - full transcript

(GUN COCKS AND SHOOTS)

ALEXANDER COLTRANE:
I'm going to ask you
why you're still here.

You were at a dead end
and I had the way out.

Lao Shu, you're the one
who killed the British soldier.

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Novin! Novin! Sitrep!

-GRACIE NOVIN: Go on without me.
-You heard her, let's go.

Lao Shu is not the mission.

NOVIN: (OVER RADIO) She had
nowhere to turn but me.
I let her down.

COLTRANE: (OVER RADIO) You're
disobeying a direct order.

My fight is not with you.

Mine is. Remember Davis?



-(GRUNTS)
-(DOOR CRUMBLES)

(KNIFE RINGS)

COLTRANE: (OVER RADIO) Locate
and secure the package, over.

Copy that. It's going airborne.

(GRUNTING)

Grenade!

-(MAN SCREAMS)
-(WOMAN GRUNTS)

COLTRANE: You faced a tracker
to the missile crate.

Seemed the best tactic.

COLTRANE: If you're willing
to share your intelligence,

I'm willing to discuss
some kind of a deal.

-(PHONE RINGS)
-(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Da?

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

[engine revving]



[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[men chanting]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Arabic]

Hey! What are you doing!

[men shouting]

[tires squealing]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct shouting]

- [gasps]

[coughs]

What is this all about?

♪ ♪

No.

- Professor.

Yes.

♪ ♪

[The Heavy's
"Short Change Hero"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I can't see
where you coming from ♪

♪ But I know just what
you runnin' from ♪

♪ And what matters
ain't the "who's baddest" ♪

♪ But the ones who stop you
falling from your ladder ♪

♪ Come on, feelin' like
you're feelin' now ♪

♪ And doin' 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 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 ♪

- So this Bharat guy,
he's a local fixer?

- If something's gone on,
he usually knows about it.

- And you have used him before?

- I have, yes.

- In what capacity?

- For information.

[whistles]

This is Bharat's.

- All right.

You just keep delivering
that intel, Zarkova.

You are kinda here
just as courtesy.

I guess we'll just
make ourselves at home

until he gets here, eh?

- One week since the missile
arrived in India

and all trace was lost.

I'm giving you access
to an FSB informant,

so a courtesy?

I'd say I'm more
of a necessity.

- Uh, this mate of yours.

5'7", awesome mullet?

We got a runner.

Heading west.
He's all yours, Mac.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

- Move! Move!

[men grunting]

♪ ♪

- [panting]

♪ ♪

- Hey, there.

[cow moos]

- Of course I ran.

You were breaking into my room.

- Sometimes you're a little bit
reluctant to cooperate

and need a little persuasion.

- I'm not on
your fucking payroll anymore.

- We're on the track
of a stolen nuclear missile.

Arrived in country a week ago.

- Missile? No.

But maybe something.

Three scientists
have gone missing.

Suspected kidnapping.

- What's the connection?

- These are not
normal scientists.

All three men are connected to

nuclear energy program.

[suspenseful music]

But now I hear
one of the scientists

may have escaped.

♪ ♪

[door snaps closed]

- Good work on the lead.

- Thank you, sir.

- Uh, I think he's talking
to Zarkova.

- Hey, I was the guy
that took him down.

- Yeah, after I ran him

all the way down the beach
to you.

- Oh, an ability to run.

Pretty much a bare minimum
requirement on this job.

Well done, boys.
- It's true.

- So is the intel good?

- That's what we're trying
to find out.

- Hey, there.

- Sergeant Wyatt.
- Correct.

- Are you aware
of the Mahadeva Corner Shrine?

300 years old,

hand-carved depictions
of Brahma and Vishnu?

- Should I be?

- Considering it managed
to survive

both revolution and annexation

until you smashed it
into pieces.

- Team, this is, um,
Lance Corporal Chetri.

Chetri, the team.

I felt we could use
some support in the crib.

- All right, kid.

- New computer guy, right?

- Checking through the info,

all three scientists
were taken a week ago.

No ransom, no trace,
no public sightings.

- What about family
or partners?

- One anomaly coming up.

Samira Shah.

Daughter of
Professor Yamal Shah.

Works as a doctor
at the General Hospital.

A track on her credit card
brought up a sizable payment

this morning
at a local chemical company,

Beta Chemika.

Seems to be a purchase.

Filgrastim,
for immediate delivery.

It's a medication used to treat
low white blood cell counts.

- It's also used
to reduce the symptoms

of radiation poisoning, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Maybe that's the connection.

Must be her father who escaped.

- Certainly feels like
more than a coincidence.

Let's get eyes on her.

Find out.
- Copy that.

- All the families
who lost someone

in the bombings
were deeply affected.

It was important for me
that out of my son's death

came some element of hope.

A foundation to help
underprivileged children

fulfill their potential.

- Hindu children.

The Vartak Foundation
has a narrow focus.

Excludes Muslims, for example.

- And Sikhs.

Jews, Christians.

- But the tragedy that took
your son's life away, though,

it was blamed
on Muslim extremists.

- I-I feel sorry for them.

For anyone who resorts
to violence to prove a point.

This isn't political.

We Hindus may be the majority

but we still need
a helping hand at times.

[discordant,
suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

What are you doing here?

- I have news.

- In my fucking house?

Do you have any idea
what would happen

if you're seen here?

I've already got
some bitch journalist

snapping at my heels.

- One of the specialists,
Yamal Shah,

he's slipped away.

I have people tracking him.

- People?

No. You handle this personally.

- And I will.

♪ ♪

But something more important
has happened.

- Nothing is more important
than this.

We're changing a nation.

- Anjali.

I found him.

♪ ♪

- You've... found him?

- The man who killed your son.

♪ ♪

[horn honking in distance]

- Approaching.

- Copy that.
We have eyes on the back door.

[bell ringing]

We're standing by.

- Samira Shah.

We're looking for your father.

- My father doesn't live here.

- Planning a quick getaway?

You're not alone, are you?

[dramatic music]

- We're here to help.

♪ ♪

[explosion booms,
man screams]

[high-pitched ringing, gunfire]

- Don't shoot!

- [whimpering]

Ah!

♪ ♪

- Clear.
- Clear.

- Abu...

- Professor Shah.

We know you were kidnapped
a week ago.

- British military?

- We're looking for
a stolen nuclear missile.

What can you tell us?
What do you know?

- For goodness' sake,
can you give him a moment?

- Samira, child, please.

If you could, the medicine.

[coughing]

They--they took me
to some run-down factory.

The men in there were using it

as a rudimentary lab.

[foreboding music]

Under gunpoint, I was forced
to dismantle the warhead.

- How'd you get out?

- One of the others
tried to run.

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

After they shot him,

they threw his body
into a truck

to be disposed of.

I saw my chance

to smuggle out beneath him.

I was willing to risk a bullet

rather than continue with
what they were making me do.

- And what was that?

- To use the warhead

to create two new
portable nuclear devices.

- So we're talking
about suitcase nukes?

- So what was your plan?

Gonna make a run for it?

- Yeah.

To Mumbai, to a hospital there.

This is my fault.

The moment he turned up
at my door,

we should have been
on the road.

- Why were they
holding him here?

- I guess they looked
at his home, his work,

all the places
he might run to--

- No, I mean, why hold him?

Why not drag him out
to the car, take him back?

Unless...

- They were waiting
for someone.

- We gotta move. Mac!

[engine revving,
tires screeching]

- Tangos incoming.
- We gotta go. Move.

- Get him up, let's go.

- [speaking Hindi]
- This way.

[intense music]

- Go left.

Watch your step.

♪ ♪

- Abu.

♪ ♪

[men speaking Hindi]

- [speaking Hindi]

- [speaking Hindi]

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- Down! Down!

[gunfire, engine revving]

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- Extracting subject one.

Heading north.

- Take the first exit right

and keep going.

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- They're on us.

♪ ♪

- You might want to hold on
back there.

♪ ♪

Oh, no, no, no, no,
what the hell is this?

♪ ♪

Move! Out of the way!

[crowd cheering, drums beating]

[festive music]

- Wyatt!

We're not getting
through there, mate.

- Move!

[cheering, drumming]

All right, I'm backing up.
I'm backing up.

- Zero, we've run into

a massive street festival.

There's no way through.

- Hostiles inbound.

- Tangos in pursuit.

We're going on foot.
Request exfil.

Wyatt, Shah's body man.

Novin, close protection.
I'll take the left flank.

Zarkova, you take the right.

Let's move.

Stay close.

- Professor, you stick with me!

You keep your hand
on my shoulder, okay?

Let's move.

- Public space.

ROE won't allow for firearms,

so keep them holstered.

- Copy that.

- I didn't know the festival
was on this route.

- Yeah, well, it's your job
to know.

Move over.

[dramatic music]

Head northwest.

There's a park,
Mazailvaddo Road.

[gun cocks]

I'll pick you up there.

- Sir...

- Stay on the comms.

♪ ♪

- Wyatt, I'm losing you
in the crowd here.

♪ ♪

[flare bangs,
crowd shouting]

[drumming continues]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

- Move forward. Move.

- Look at me! Abu!

[phone buzzing]

- Hello?

[both grunting]

- [stuttering]
No. No.

- Pavel!

What the hell
are you doing here?

- Your English is improving.

Your new friends
must be rubbing off.

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- Zarkova!

- Katrina.

- Zarkova, sit-rep!

[spirited drumming]

[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Abu! Abu!

[flare bangs]

♪ ♪

[blows landing]

- Tango down.

Be alert, they're in the area.

[flare bangs]

- Almost there, mate.

Gotta keep going.
Gotta keep going.

- [yells]

[gunshots]

[woman screams]

- [grunting]

[gunshot, man grunts]

- [grunting]

[neck snaps]

- Thanks, mate.

- Almost there, almost there.
- [speaking Hindi]

- Two tangos down.

Lost eyes on Bravo Two.
Send a sit-rep.

[both grunting]

- Abu!

[intense music building]

♪ ♪

Abu!

♪ ♪

[blade shishes,
both screaming]

- No!

- [screaming]
Ah! Abu!

[melancholy music]

- Shit!
- He needs to lie down!

- We gotta move him.
We can't leave him here.

♪ ♪

- Abu!

We need to stem the blood.

- Subject one is down!

I repeat, subject one is down!

- [speaking Hindi]

- Don't talk.
- Wait, there's something else.

- It doesn't matter!

It doesn't matter now!

- When they... took
the other scientist's body

and threw it in the truck,

I saw something else.

- We had an agreement.

- You cannot deny me access.

- It is for your own safety.

You said you trusted me
to do this,

so please, trust me.

- Anjali Vartak.
She was with the man.

The man that took me.

- Abu, conserve your energy.
Don't talk!

- Chalo.
Just like your mother.

Always telling me what to do.

[percussive music]

- Abu...

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Southwest corner of the park.

We need to get out of here.

Let's go.

- We gotta go.
Let's go.

♪ ♪

Okay, one, two, three, yep.

♪ ♪

Yeah, you maybe want
to warn us next time

there's a big fucking parade

in the middle
of our exfil route?

- I'm sorry, I didn't realize--

- Look, I get it, all right?

You're young, you're ambitious,

you think this is beneath you.

But right now,
you're in the field,

the same as us.

And there is a woman next door

who just watched her father
bleed out in a park

because of
your fucking screw-up.

- All right, mate.

She hears you.

- So, we've got...

creation of two

portable nuclear devices,

easily smuggled,

with the ability
to be detonated

on short notice.

- The professor said
they were provided

with detailed blueprints.

Maybe that's why the missile
was moved here.

Somebody with the skills
to design such devices.

- I'll dig up a list of anyone
who might fit the bill.

- What have we got
on Anjali Vartak?

- Entrepreneur.
Philanthropist.

Runs the largest
textile company in the region.

Her husband passed away
four years ago,

natural causes.

Her son, however, was killed

in a bombing two years ago.

Muslim extremists
claimed credit.

- Was the kid the target?
- No. Wrong place, wrong time.

- Losing a kid, though,
that changes your world view.

- All right, so she's not shy
of a few quid.

Enough to fund a Russian plane
going down?

- You think she's Kingfisher?

- Somebody's paid
for the missile to be here.

- And have it divided
into suitcase nukes.

So what's the endgame?

- Well, there's a strand
of radical Hindu nationalism.

Dubbed Saffron Terror.

They seek to remove all Muslims
from the country,

by force if necessary,

to create a pure Hindu state.

Anjali's rumored to be

a little more than sympathetic
to the cause.

- It's rather a long walk
for a short drink.

Lot of risk.
Lot of work.

Stealing a missile,
then hiring Triads.

No, she may have
terrorist sympathies,

but I can't help feeling
there's something bigger...

something worse
coming down the pipe.

[uncertain orchestral music]

♪ ♪

[gate lock snaps open]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Do you know who I am?

♪ ♪

Do you know what you took
from me?

I had nightmares about you.

The monster at the center
of the maze.

But you're nothing.

[chuckling]

You're barely even a man.

- [pleading in Urdu]

- Only if you wish.

- [speaking Urdu]

[speaking Urdu]

♪ ♪

[intense music building]

♪ ♪

- Your son is at rest.

- No.

Not until we're done.

When will the construction
of the dirty bombs be complete?

Gopan.

I am risking a lot here.

I will not be kept
at arm's length any longer.

- I dealt with Yamal Shah.

But it seems British military
were in the area

trying to snatch him.

- The British?
Why on earth are they involved?

- I don't know.

- You promised no mess.
No trails.

- So while you drink and dine
with your rich friends...

I will clean up.

[both whispering]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hand it over.

♪ ♪

- Hand over...

- Whatever you've just used
to leech our files.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're under
the mistaken impression

that this is a conversation.

♪ ♪

- Boss?

- System's been breached.

Someone hacked us.

- So you assume it's her?

♪ ♪

- I'm confident with my choice.

What files
were you instructed to take?

Where were they to be sent?

[intense music]

♪ ♪

- [gasping]

- Once again, what were you
instructed to take?

♪ ♪

What are you really doing here?

♪ ♪

- I can give you a ride home
when you're ready.

- I can drive myself.

- Listen, I know I said

that we could protect
your father, and...

- It had nothing
to do with you.

They were coming
after him anyway.

- It was on my watch.

I'm sorry.

- The name he gave me,
Anjali Vartak.

She's responsible.

- It's an angle, yeah,
we're looking into it.

- But you have your suspicions?
You have your theories?

- My theory is
that your father...

wouldn't want you worrying

about this kind of stuff
right now.

- How could you possibly know

what my father would
or wouldn't want?

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

He believed in mercy.

Forgiveness.

I can't.

Not now.
Not after this.

[intense music]

- [gasps]

[panting]

- Let's talk about the device.

Where did you get the device?

- [coughing]

- I'm guessing her old mate
Pavel gave it to her.

Maybe at the festival.

- Is Novin correct?

- Colonel Beshnov

is demanding evidence
of some kind of progress.

- So you're still in touch
with Moscow.

This is all an op.

- Well, this is just
fucking great, this is.

- Of course Beshnov
thinks it's an op.

How else could I convince him
to let me work alongside you?

I needed this.

To find Kingfisher
and to find who ordered

the killing of my team.

- It's a nice story.

And that's the problem.

It's a fucking story.

Mac.

- He's not gonna put me under.

- Sergeant McAllister will do
what he has to do.

- Sir, there's no point.

She's Alpha Group.
It's day one of training.

She's not gonna change
her story.

- Sergeant.

♪ ♪

- Samira, you need
to get out of here.

You need to get as far away
from this as you can.

I can't tell you
what's going on

but these--these people, the...

nuclear weapons,
they're kidnapping,

they're killing, I mean,
they're not messing around--

- [shouting] Do you think
I don't know that?

I just washed my father's blood
from my hands.

- I'll get...

I'll get whoever
is responsible.

I promise.

- And what am I meant to do?

Sit?

Wait?

Hope?

- I-I don't know.

I don't know, I can't--
I can't answer that for you.

But I can protect you.

[tender music]

And I feel like
you're worth protecting.

Ah, no, no, no, no.
You're not thinking straight.

- Don't tell me
what I'm thinking.

Don't talk.

♪ ♪

- She has served a purpose.

Let's get her a ticket home

and get her the fuck
out of here.

- No!

It was me who got us this far.

- Only because we let you
work with us!

And that was a fucking mistake,
wasn't it?

- What would you have done
in my situation?

Huh?

I am still a Russian soldier.

And Colonel Beshnov
was threatening

to put me in the morozilka.

- Morazilla what?

- It means freezer.

- Soviet Intelligence
Blacklist.

They don't just
target individuals.

They go after entire families.

It effectively renders them
enemies of state.

Imprisoned.

Or worse.

- My mother...

my father.

I have to protect them.

- Aw. Should I bring out
the violins, love?

- Zarkova's intel did get us
here in the first place.

That counts for something.

Stakes like this...

might be worth the risk.

[stark music]

♪ ♪

[tender music]

♪ ♪

[flare bangs]

♪ ♪

- Abu?

Abu!

[screams]

♪ ♪

- Weapons, facilities,

converting uranium--
none of that comes cheap,

so we need to follow the money

and we see
if Vartak's funding it.

- She runs a private charity,
which'll be useful to hide

and move the kind of amounts
we're talking.

If we can access
their financial records,

we can look for patterns.

The charity has secure offices
above the Kala Cultural Centre.

- How are we going in?
Rooftop?

- Front door.

The foundation's holding
a fund-raiser this evening,

and you are guests.

- All right, Cinderella finally
gets to go to the ball.

- There's been a boom
in the Indian textile exports

to the U.S.,
and Anjali's companies

have been riding that wave.

You'll be posing
as American investors

looking for business
opportunities.

- Whoa, I have to pretend
to be American?

- Why, will the accent
be an issue?

- [in Southern accent]
Well, howdy.

I'm from America
and I'd like to invest

in some of your finest
Indian textiles, please.

- Strong, silent type, then.

Obtain a security pass,
get to the office,

and clone the hard drives.

Chetri will be disabling
the security cameras,

but she'll need a window,

so you'll be taking down
the power.

- Lights out, got it.

- Bravo Three,
running interference,

should anything go wrong,

which it won't.

- I'll be at the bar
looking sharp, sir.

Well, in character, of course.

- And what about the Russian?

- Confined to quarters,
pending review.

- Watch your back, sir.

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music plays]

♪ ♪

- What's on your mind,
short stuff?

- Fucking Zarkova.

[indistinct chatter]

Just say it.
"I told you so."

- Ta.

- You know, I don't actually
think that Zarkova

did anything wrong.

- She stole files from us.

- Yeah, to maintain her cover.

Each of us would have done
exactly the same thing

in her position.

- Oh, now you're defending her.

You are such
a contradictory asshole.

[indistinct chatter]

- Vartak, top of the stairs.

[light applause]

- Is it just me
or is she smoking hot?

- You're a married man.

- Ah, no, no, no.
That conversation's off-limits.

- Ah, Wyatt.
Two great mysteries of my life.

Who or what the fuck
Kingfisher is,

and whether or not

you've signed
those divorce papers.

- Don't look at me.

You walked into
that one yourself.

- All right.

Do you see this watch?

That is a 2016 Alpha tactical.

- So what?

- So it was a gift
from my wife.

Madison. Maddie.

Actually, right before
I deployed to Libya,

on the trail of Idrisi.

- Thought you said
you haven't seen her for years.

- And I hadn't.

Then, all of a sudden,
out of the blue,

this care package arrives.

And it's got this watch
and it's got a note.

And the note said,

"We still have time, asshole."

She didn't give up on me.
I can't give up on her.

- Dude, you just fucked
someone else this afternoon.

- I'm not saying I'm perfect,
but that was different.

- You know what I think?

You're hanging onto it
because once that goes,

papers signed, that's you.

Nothing to go home for.

- And I believe
that Coltrane said

you're gonna be the strong,
silent type.

With the emphasis on silent.

- Suits me.

All right, let's go to work.

- Don't fuck it up.
- Don't fuck it up.

[glasses clink]
- Don't fuck it up.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening, madam.

- [in American accent]
Ah, sorry, my bad.

What about
that Bears game, huh?

- Moving to target area.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Step away!

- Whoa. Easy, tiger.

Haven't you heard
of the 6-inch rule?

[dramatic music]

- [grunting]

[yells]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- Bravo Two, sit-rep.

♪ ♪

Bravo Two?

- [grunting]

- Bravo Two, sit-rep.

Bravo Two, sit-rep.

♪ ♪

Bravo Three, move to check.

- Copy that.

♪ ♪

[heavy rock music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

Sleep well, sunshine.

Bravo Two.
Good to go.

One minute to execution.

Three, two, one.

[electricity whines]

- Please.
It'll just be a moment.

- Shutting down
half camera feed.

All areas essential for us.

Making it look like
a malfunction

caused by a power surge
instead of...

Oh.

- What?

- This wasn't the system
I was expecting.

- Okay. Don't panic.

Got 15 seconds before
the backup generator kicks in.

- In the meantime,
if I could just get you all

to raise your hands.

Please.

Indulge me.

- Time's running out.

- I-I can take down
the whole system,

but it will raise suspicions--

- Yeah, just do it.
Just do it.

Bravo, good to go.

But be aware.

Security will be raised.

- Bravo One on the move.

[electricity whines]

- See?

Many hands make light work.

[all laugh]

I'm sorry, I know.

As the Vartak Foundation...

- I have eyes on Samira Shah,
she's in the building.

Moving to intercept.

- [speaking Hindi]

- Bravo One moving
to target location.

[hammer pounding]

- That doesn't relate to
Anjali Vartak's off-book assets

by any chance, does it?

- Who the fuck are you?

Get back.
I mean it.

- What are you gonna do
with that?

- I mean it--
[groans]

Ah!

You broke my fucking nose!

- It's not broken, dickhead.

- It's bleeding!

- Smile.

[camera clicks]

- Connor Ryan.
Anjali's personal lawyer.

Oversees all finances.

- Well, if we're following
the money,

Ryan could be in the know.

Bravo, treat him as an asset.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, shit, it might be broken.

Do you wanna tell me why
you're smashing up

that hard drive, Mr. Ryan?

- Who are you?

Are you some kind
of private military?

- Some sort of military, yeah.

- Ah.

The British army.

Thought you looked
like a fucking prick.

- Does Miss Vartak know
you're doing this?

- Course.
- Of course.

Locked office
during a fund-raiser,

smashing up hard drives
in a panic.

- Hold on.

You're not gonna
hit me again, are you?

- You did just call me a prick.
- Okay. Okay.

She's planning
on running for office.

She... wanted some
financial housekeeping

to stand up to the scrutiny
of the campaign trail.

She's bringing in
outside auditors next week.

Hush-hush.

I said to her,

"I'm your fucking auditor,
love."

Well, I--you know,
I didn't say "fucking"

and didn't say "love,"
obviously. You know.

- So you've been
ripping her off.

- Yeah.

- How much?

- I'm a...

fucking dead man here.

- People say you never get over
the death of a loved one.

There are things
about my son which...

will stay with me forever.

Things that have informed
this foundation.

His warmth...

- Don't.

- His compassion...

- Whatever it is
you're planning, just don't.

- Say I wanted to view
these off-book accounts.

- Well, I mean, you couldn't.

Not now.

- That's a shame.

Should've made copies.

It's a good last resort.
Leverage.

Blackmail.

- Yeah.

Well...

You know, I'm not just
a pretty face, you know.

- [chuckling]

That's good to hear.

Asset has access
to financial records.

Extracting.
- Who are you talking to?

- Let's go.

- What the fuck?
Oh, come on.

- I also wish
to announce my intention

to stand for parliament
as an independent candidate.

[applause]
- I wanted to look...

at the woman
who took my father from me.

- Samira, I told you
we'll handle this.

- I believe there is
a brighter future waiting...

- Just so you know,

I don't blame you for anything.

- Hold on, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

- Bravo Three, gotta prep
for Bravo One and target exfil.

- Go have some drinks,
have some food...

- I mean it.
Walk away.

Please.

[applause]

- Hey!

[gunfire]

[screaming]

[panicked chatter]

- Shots fired on Anjali.
I think it was the daughter.

Bravo Three in the mix.

- No, stay on mission.

Bravo One and extraction
is priority.

Get to the vehicle.

- Copy that.

- Get the fuck away from her!

[alarms blaring]

- Hey!

- Samira!

[both grunting]

[blaring continues]

- Shite's all gone down, huh?

[alarms blaring]

- Hey! You should not be here!

- Jesus fucking Christ,
you just killed him.

- He's not dead. Shut up.

- You ever tried meditation?

- Namaste.

- Hey!

- Back! Back!

[tense music]

Go, go, go.

Before you ask, I hit him
in the shoulder

and he's not dead either.

Ears.

- Ah!

♪ ♪

[horn honks in distance]

- Bravo Two, need exfil
to the east corner of Altinho.

We're gonna need a pickup,
like, now, kid.

[men shouting in Hindi]

Okay, come on.

- Come on, what?
- We're gonna jump.

- Have--have you had
a fucking stroke?

- It's the only way, trust me.

- Oh, "trust me,"
says the Brit.

No fucking way!
- Okay.

Stay here, they grab you,
question you,

find out you've been
ripping off Anjali.

Yeah, then you're done.

You help us, new identity,
fresh start,

that's a guarantee.

- Can I keep the money I stole?

- Are you fucking
winding me up?

- Please.

[pounding]

- Ah!

- Hey.

[yells, groans]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[car horn blares]

- Ah, fuck!

[tires screeching]

- Okay! Okay.

Okay, okay, I give in.

- Get in the car.

- Getting in.

Open the door.
Open the door!

Thank you.

Look, inside.
- Shut the door.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- Did you just get hit
by a car?

- Honestly, kid,
I have no idea.

- Buckle up, dickwad.

Asset acquired.
On the move.

Bravo Three is still
at location.

[electricity whines]

- I'll check the power.
- No, shh, shh.

[whispering] Uncuff Zarkova.
Do it.

[stark music]

♪ ♪

Back, back, back.

♪ ♪

Grenade!

[explosion booms]

[grunts]

[gunfire]

[timer beeping]

I suggest we get
out of here now.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

- I don't know.

- No, I mean, are you hit?

Are you wounded?

- No.

- I'm gonna do a sweep.

- Make for the vehicle.

- It's a risk.
If they spot us...

- Which is why
I will draw fire.

- Stand by. Stand by.

This is gonna be loud.

[explosion booms]

[man speaking indistinctly
in distance]

[rapid gunfire]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[exchanging gunfire]

[shells clinking]

[rapid gunfire]

- [grunts]

[intense music builds]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[The Heavy's
"Short Change Hero"]

♪ ♪

- Wait, I have to pretend
to be American?

[in Southern accent]
Well, howdy,

I'm from America
and I'd like to invest

in some of your finest
Indian textiles, please.

- ♪ And what matters ain't
the "who's baddest" ♪

- [in New York accent] Say,
who's this wise guy

coming in here
and trying to muscle

into my Indian
textile business?

I don't know who this guy is
coming in

and trying to muscle into
my Indian textile business,

but I want him and his crew,
and I want them dead!

- ♪ For no better man ♪

♪ This ain't no place
for no hero ♪

- [as Christopher Walken]
I don't know

what interested me first
into Indian textiles.

It's a good question.

♪ ♪

I didn't say it was Walken.

Frankenstein never scared me.

♪ ♪

[engine revving]