Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 8, Episode 5 - Vendetta: Part 5 - full transcript

JIHADIST SAFE HOUSE,
SARAJEVO

It's not what you think.

Mujo...

Was acting strange.

He started saying bad things.

- What was he saying?
- He was going to betray me.

When I asked him what he meant
by that, he just...

He attacked me.

Mujo, who swore to lay down
his life for you? Attacked you?

I saw his true face.

You don't believe me?



Brother I believe you.

It's okay.

I'll clean this up.

And then I have to go see our people,
make sure everything is arranged.

Soon none of this will matter.

Sergeant McAllister.
What is your greatest weakness?

- You mean like kryptonite?
- Yeah, Mac, like kryptonite.

That's exactly what they want
to know in an officer interview.

Which fictional mineral
do you react to?

- Come on, Mac, be serious.
- Alright.

- Come on.
- Let's go. In 3, 2, 1.

I suppose I've always wanted
to make a difference.

I said I'll stick this out, as long
as there's something to fight for.

And...



You look around and there's always
something worth fighting for.

I think I'm alright with that...

Shit! I forgot the question.
Is that enough?

You might wanna just tweak it a little,
you know. Make it a little less...

- Less what?
- Depressing.

It's not depressing. It's inspirational.

Mac, you basically just said there's
nothing outside this job for you.

That's dictionary definition depressing.

Alright, well, here's one for you,
I outrank you.

You can't order her
to like your answer.

Course I can. What's the point
of having power if you can't abuse it?

Hey! There you are.

Chetri, what's your biggest weakness.

People who silence their comms.
I've been trying to buzz you.

Picked up the cell phone location for
a suspected deputy of Zayef and Mahir.

Could be the break we need, come on.

- How close are we?
- We have the location.

We have support from the local cells.
You were right.

They are willing to help,
all in the name of Zayef.

- We are very lucky.
- Lucky?

To be part of this.
To aid your brother.

- It's an honor.
- Yes, it is wonderful.

What are you doing?

Is this your personal phone?

My cousin's wife is expecting a baby.

We issue burner phones for a reason.

Zero Alpha, green set.

Bravo One, blue set.

If anyone was monitoring you,
they could easily track you here.

Do you understand what we're about
to do? The scale of it?

How many times
did you use the phone today?

Idiot!

Get back to work! All of you!

Quiet...

We've got a runner!

Unconfirmed, it looks like Alpha Two!

Confirmed, sending him your way.

You look like you're having a bad day,
mate. It's about to get worse.

STRIKE BACK

On the right hand side.

- Howdy, nice catch.
- Thank you, mate.

- Keep eyes on the exterior.
- Copy that, boss.

What's this? Pretty.

Bravo One, your weapon.

- Here.
- Nice one, space bar!

Let' s go.

- We good?
- Visual good, audio good.

- Yes?
- They hit us.

Mahir has been taken.
We don't know where.

He's my brother.

- I always know where he is.
- Zayef...

Standby, we got a vehicle
approaching from the east.

Alright, it's nothing. We're good.

You've got me worried, Mahir.

Weaponized viruses,
stolen Russian tech...

There's money, arms, resources.
I've got a lot of questions.

Perhaps you should have grabbed
my brother instead of me.

He's the one in charge.

I'm sure your as capable of committing
horrific acts of terror as the next man.

I can barely even run,
Sergeant McAllister.

Sorry, was I not meant
to know your name.

Shrapnel, I was six or seven.

A woman in our village forgot
to watch where she put her feet.

Stepped on an unexploded
Blu-97 cluster bomb.

The doctors said I was lucky.

I can see how
that would make you angry.

Thank you, I'm glad you understand.

The Serbs took every man and boy from
the village in the woods and shot them.

My brother and I only survived because
we hid in a crawl space under a house.

But it means a lot
that you acknowledge how I feel.

I'm not defending what happened.
You were abandoned...

We were ignored.

The deaths and massacres began,
and the world did nothing.

Perhaps it was easier
because we were Muslim.

Maybe it was felt, on some level,
we deserved it.

I don't know, I don't think so.

But it still wouldn't justify
whatever it is you're planning.

How do you justify
taking lives, Sergeant?

It comes with the job.

But you're not normal military,
are you?

- This is special forces?
- It is what it is.

Of course. And it must be an honor
to be that valued.

But let us be honest,

you only ended up here because
you got your team killed.

He's got access to British
military files.

He' s trying to goad you,
McAllister, don't take the bait.

Why don't you just tell me

what you and bargain basement
Bin Laden are planning,

and then, maybe I'll share
the whole story with you.

I already know the whole story.

You say Zayef is in charge, yeah?
But from what I've seen...

- You've failed upwards, Sergeant.
- Seems unfair to me...

You had a responsibility
to keep your team safe

and you walked them into an ambush
and let them die around you...

You're the one driving the tour bus...

...bleeding out while you climb
over their dead bodies.

Look, this isn't about me,
this is about you...

Fuck their families, as long
as McAllister gets to play soldier...

Bravo One.

Sergeant, respond!

No more bullshit. What's coming?

This is all a game.
Just let it play out.

Wrong answer, dickhead.

Where is it? London? Paris?

- Sir...
- Not now.

Mahir's pendant contained a tracker.

Fuck! We may have been compromised,
prepare to move out.

Madrid? Manchester? Munich?

I'll turn her over.

- Wyatt.
- Yeah?

Vehicle incoming, possible hostiles.

This guy's coming right at us. Go loud!

Shit! They've got a PKM!

- Son of a bitch!
- Fuck!

Boss, we're getting pinned!

You can stop this.
You hand me over to my brother.

Or, I put one bullet in you and another
bullet in your fucking brother

and I end this now.

And while you try, another team
is gunned down around you.

I could use a little back-up out here!

You let me go, your friends live.
That's all there is.

Starting to run out
of fucking ammo here!

A little fucking back-up
would be real good!

They're flanking us!

Cease fire!

Stop firing!

Zayef!

You want your brother, tell your men
to put their fucking weapons down.

Put it down.

Don't fucking move.

Alright, boss?

You've got nothing
to lose here, mate.

- Brother.
- Stay there.

Go on.

- Pick your targets, make them count.
- Solid fucking copy.

Now!

Shit!

Out! Out of ammo
and we need assistance!

I'm out!

Bravos, get down!

Changing!

Come on, don't fuck me now.
Fuck!

Interesting call, Sergeant,
letting him go.

I didn't let him go.
I traded him to save the rest of you.

We don't matter. It's the intel that
counts. The intel that we didn't get!

We have no leads.

All that work, mapping
out networks, chasing up threads...

- it was for nothing.
- We got Munich.

I mentioned a list of possible
locations and Mahir reacted on it.

Reacted like how?
Like, "yeah, that's the place"?

- It was non-verbal.
- Okay.

Sergeant, you were applying force
to the prisoner at the time?

I put him under pressure,
and he gave off cues to the intel.

Probably sound a lot like the same
cues for please stop hitting me.

You lost control, you let your emotions
get the better of you.

And right now, I think you're trying
to find a way to justify that.

I disagree, sir.

I'm really not trying to be a dick here
sir, but I'm grateful we're all alive.

Thanks, kid.

There is a UN security conference
scheduled for Munich tomorrow.

You throw a stone in Europe and
you'll hit some high priority target.

I need more than that.

You get this wrong, it's your career.

So, take a deep breath,
think this through.

Are you sure?

I'm sure, sir.

Lance Corporal, prep a vehicle.
We're heading to Munich.

Yes, sir.

This Imperiya code is a viral device.

Designed to take down
all power and comms.

But it has to be uploaded
into a city's infrastructure.

So, find me possible entry ports.

We could be talking about hundreds
of possibles, in Munich alone.

Well, then, I'd get to work.

I hope you're fucking right.

How did you know where I was?

I had a tracker on you.

I'm sorry, you wanted to stay
with the British army?

No, of course not.

You're my brother.
The only family I have left.

I cannot afford to lose you.

MI6 CACHE STATION,
INNSBRUCK, AUSTRIA

Stock up fast. We move out in fifteen,
make it to Munich within the hour.

Got an old high frequency 320 rig,
hand held radio's.

Got an old everything. What is this,
boss, the antiques roadshow?

Classic never ages, besides it was
the nearest available weapons cache.

So make-do, quickly.

If the Imperiya code gets deployed,
our comms will go down.

I can modify these
high-frequency radio's.

Should work, provided
we're in range of each other.

Very good, get on it.

- Greatest weakness?
- Mate, not now, please.

It's you thinking the boss is right,
that the mission does come first.

And that if Zayef and Mahir
do something, it's all your fault.

Which is?

Each of us would have done
exactly the same as you.

But you didn't, so it's on me. And
telling me I'm wrong isn't helping.

I'm trying to reassure you, okay?
I'm not telling you you're wrong.

And stuffing your pockets with Mafia
cash, that's really reassuring.

I'm trying to support you, asshole.

- What?
- I'm trying to support you, asshole.

- You get my point.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Got a possible location on Zayef, sir.
It's Munich.

Mahir's tracker sends an intermittent
signal back to its monitoring device,

so I traced it.

- Are these Zayef's locations?
- For the past 12 hours, yes.

The denser the circle,
the longer he stayed in that locale,

so there he is,
earlier at the gas station.

And then, a few hours ago, the
Schwarzer Tempel Estate in Munich.

GCS9 has it marked as a possible
hot-spot for insurgent groups.

So, maybe they're looking for back-up,
like local support.

Let's say they are getting outside
support and the target is Munich.

- Who stands to benefit from that?
- That's a long list, sir.

Islamic State, far right groups
looking for a power grab.

You got weapons manufacturers, I mean,
there was a bomb go off in Germany

just to crash the share market, a couple
of years ago. It could be anybody.

We have an ongoing hit, Munich,
downtown commercial district.

Cross-reference the area with access
points to the city's infrastructure.

Sir.

It's the old stock exchange, sir.
It's been closed for renovations,

but the connections will be active
for Imperiya.

Excellent, let's get going.

MUNICH, GERMANY

We believe the target
is a UN Security conference,

this afternoon, at Munich ICM.

Quite the guest list there.

United States Department of Defense,
Vice Chief of the MOD...

Yes, and top level security.
A ring of steel around the venue.

Whatever these boys are planning,
it won't be walking in with a bomb.

Except they have the Russian tech,
they can shut the city down.

Power goes down, comms, trains.
But it's only temporary.

- It hardly worth this helicopter ride.
- You forgot about surveillance, sir.

Power goes down,
you lose surveillance, CCTV.

And already stretched security
gets stretched even further.

Maybe leaving a few holes
in your ring of steel.

Do you have any idea how many
unverified bob threats

the average UN Security
conference gets?

They won't evacuate
without hard evidence.

Or your assurance as deputy head
of the SIS that this threat is real.

We need an armed response if we're to
stop the deployment of Imperiya code.

That'll take time.
I'll need to kick this upstairs.

Of course.

Understood.

You already have something
in motion, don't you?

We won't have time
to clear any of this.

Resignation letters in case
anything should go wrong.

Complete disavowal.

You can't do this
without my permission.

It's already happening.
James, you created Twenty

for "you can't do this" moments
exactly like this one.

We're the blunt instrument
this situation needs.

MUNICH, GERMANY

You took a gamble
on keeping us alive, Sergeant.

This is where we need
that decision to pay off.

Copy that, sir.

Beers and shots by sundown.

My greatest weakness,
I'm secretly an optimist.

- Drinks are on Wyatt, then.
- Not what I said.

He's also secretly an optometrist.

- Good, I was needing my eyes checked.
- That was so bad.

Hey, we get these bastards,
I'll be happy to buy all the drinks.

- See you on the other side, mate.
- Other side, bro.

- McAllister, I'm relying on you.
- Sir.

OLD STOCK EXCHANGE, MUNICH

Alright, through the garage,
make our way down to the basements.

Knock out any access to city systems,
take this place off the grid.

Guess we're not alone.

- How much longer?
- Five, ten minutes.

- Heading left.
- Heading right.

- Novin.
- Chetri, on me.

I'm just pre-loading the code.

You're very good at this.

I'll move our men into position.

Got a call coming from inside the
building. Tracing its destination.

- Send it.
- Done.

We got a location and a phone number.
Turn right here, two blocks down.

Let's call and see who answers.

There, there he is.
Over there, on the right.

Green shirt, back-pack. Plus two.
That's who Zayef was calling.

Follow and watch.

- Chetri?
- Get to cover!

Get down!

Down, Chetri!

Grenade!

Mac!

- You okay?
- I'm good.

- Flank right.
- Copy that. On me.

And here they are,
snapping at our heels.

I need two more minutes.

Stay covered till I call clear.

Chetters!

Clear! Chets, are you good?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Just a scratch.
- Take a fucking moment!

We haven't got a moment, come on.

- Mac, she got tagged!
- I'm okay.

Being okay and dead
is a matter of inches.

Just try and get home
in one fucking piece, alright?

He's right.

- We're against the clock.
- Let's move.

What do you think they've got in the
backpack? They could be suicide vests,

C4, nitro, RDX,
they could have fucking anything.

Whatever it is, we don't want anything
going off in a pedestrian area.

Let's isolate and take down.

Up ahead, main server ducts.

Here!

- Which cable do we cut?
- Fuck! All of them.

Twenty seconds and we're done.

- Right, watch out.
- Go for your life.

4, 3...

2, 1...

- Was that us?
- All the networks are down.

It wasn't us. Imperiya's live!

Shit! The team didn't get
there in time. Bravos?

Fuck! The comms are down.
Alright, plan B.

- We head up and do this the hard way.
- Copy that.

We're gonna have to go on foot.

The UN is four blocks south.

Out of the way!

Move!

What did they promise you?

I don't understand.

- What did they promise you, Mahir?
- Don't know what you're talking about.

Zayef, please.
I did everything to help you.

I don't think so.

Our men are somewhere
near the UN conference now.

The western soldiers engaging them.

And maybe our enemies will succeed.

Maybe they were always
meant to succeed.

Is that the story
you were meant to tell?

- All I ever did was what you wanted.
- You swear this is true?

On the memory of our father,
our mother, I swear.

Okay.

You haven't seen him, he's losing it.

I don't know if I can control him.

Listen to me. This may not
go the way you want.

My whole life has been spent
looking after you.

I made a promise to our parents and...

There's no escaping it.

There is no escaping you!
You and your fucking beliefs.

This life you've made us have.
There's no end to this.

You were my brother and I hated you.

I understand and I'm sorry.

You don't understand.
You think you're this chosen one.

That wasn't by accident. That's what
they wanted you to believe.

You're a puppet who can't see
it's fucking strings.

Eyes on backpack.

- What did they offer you, Mahir?
- A way out.

A fresh start. Without you.

- I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.

That's okay.

The bio weapon. The Russian device.

They were not my plans.

They were your plans. Their plans.

But my plan starts now.

Nothing. He's got nothing.
There's no bomb!

Stop!

Turn around, nice and slow.
Hands on your head.

The bomber is a decoy.
Repeat, the bomber is a decoy.

Shit! It's a bomb-vest. Don't shoot.

Don't fucking move!

Get back. Get back! Move!

Everyone out!

Get down on your knees!

Get out!

- Chetri, clear them out!
- On your knees.

On your fucking knees.

Move! Clear the area.

It doesn't look there's a detonator.
It could still be remotely activated.

We need to get this off and defuse it.

There's tiny locks and fucking
trip wires everywhere.

So, we dig in. One by one.

Who did this. Was this your brother?
Yeah? Where is he?

He was headed towards
the Schwarzer Tempel.

It was all an act, he played us all.

The UN Conference, the bombs,
it was all a decoy...

Thomas, please, you have to help me.
They said they'd get me out of here.

Who's they?
Who are you working with?

Just get this fucking thing
off me, please.

Mac, there's C4, shrapnel packs.

People spilling out of subways,
gridlocked traffic.

If this fucking detonates here...
Come on, Mac.

Alright. Fuck this. We'll get him
back to the Stock Exchange.

If it goes off there, we minimalize
casualties. Get up! Move!

- No, you can't.
- You chose this, you live with it.

They're coming back this way.

Back off!

Fuck! He's activated it.
Let's move!

- Get back!
- Get up!

- Move. I've got it.
- Leave him.

- No.
- Leave him. Come on!

- Alright, go!
- No. No!

Help me. Help me, please.

Bravos, come in. Bravos.

Chetri. Schwarzer Tempel Estate...

That's to the north, right?
Pretty much a straight line.

But emergency services
will be held up.

We need to triage the civilians.

Do what you can.

Kid, let's go.

No, mate. No.

We can't let them get away with this.

Mac, look around you. We lost.

It's too late.
This is where we're needed.

If we hesitate, he'll get away.

It doesn't fucking matter! This is what
matters. Right here! Come on, Mac.

I know. I'm sorry. I have to do this.

Mac.

SCHWARZER TEMPEL
ESTATE, MUNICH

Comms check, Zero, come in.

Fuck!

Zero, come in. Fuck.

- Comms bad. Repeat.
- Bravo One. Sit' rep'.

Schwarzer Tempel Estate.
Contact. Multiple hostiles.

Hold and wait.

We wait, we're gonna lose him.

Bravo One, listen to me.
We're on our way. ETA five minutes.

I'm moving to engage.

Bravo One, we're en route.
You better not be fucking engaging.

You know me, mate,
I'm just taking it easy.

Five minutes.

The boss said five minutes two minutes
ago. Who's driving, you or Novin?

Me. I'm driving.

Five minutes, my ass.

- Like I said, this is on me, mate.
- McAllister, don't...

Wyatt?

Hands.

Okay. Go.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Man down...

Block C, third floor... Zayef.

I suppose I've always wanted
to make a difference.

I said I'll stick this out as long
as there's something to fight for.

And... I don't know,
you know, you look around and...

There's always something
worth fighting for. And...

I think I'm alright with that.

Shit, sorry, I forgot the question.
Is that enough? Will that do?

STRIKE BACK

End of episode 5