04x01 - Shadow Warfare: Episode 1

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Previously on Strike Back...

Section 20 requires new leadership.

Some of you already know Captain Dalton.

Michael Stonebridge, you must miss it, in the field?

Tonight you'll be employing live rounds.

Get down!

What happened to your brother...

His name was Jake.

He was a fine soldier.

What's in the case?

Nuclear triggers.

Do you have any idea what possession of those triggers could mean in the wrong hands?

Can we start again?

Of course we can.

Kerry!

Craig Hanson as the man who m*rder*d your wife.

Conrad Knox.

That is our new target?

He could certainly afford those triggers.

With this... we can raise Africa to where its voice is not just heard, but listened to.

There are clear guidelines about the treatment of prisoners.

Craig Hanson, Mr. Knox.

Hire him.

If we deactivate this one without doing the other one at exactly the same time, it'll detonate.

I forgive you.

This isn't about Africa.

This is about you.

f*ck me.

No!

Dalton has been sh*t.

Section 20 has a future after all.

It's a good thing there was two of you.

[Breathing heavily]

[Men shouting]

Damn it.

Baxter: Please...

Man: Shut up!

You are making a mistake.

I have told you, I am a journalist.

You are making a mistake.

The woman you were with... a journalist, too? Heh!

I don't know who you mean.

Oh.

Don't you know what we do with spies?

[Distant shouting]

Baxter: You are making a mistake. I am Associated Press.

Check my credentials!

Where is the woman?

[Man shouts]

Man: Kamali.

Baxter: You are making a mistake. I am a journalist.

I know who you are, Sergeant Baxter.

I know everything.

[g*nsh*t echoes]

♪

Ha ha ha ha!

Whoo hoo!

You see, in Britain, we have a game called snooker, which is similar in many ways; it just, uh, requires a more skillful and delicate touch.

[Moaning]

Sorry.

Stonebridge: It's also played on a larger table with much smaller pockets, so this is, um, easy.

You served?

No, ma'am. I'm an accountant.

[Scoffs]

You boys wear it like a badge.

Heh! I'm on holiday.

Bartender: How far are you going?

Until we run out of road.

[Moaning]

Bartender: May you find peace at the end of it.

Cheers to that.

Oh, f*ck me.

I love American girls.

Where's that buddy of yours at?

You should probably ask that pretty waitress of yours.

[Groans] BARTENDER: That's my daughter!

♪

[Police siren]

♪

Stonebridge: "Let's have some fun," you said, "Let's get away from it all," you said, yeah. Brilliant.

Michael, you wanted to go for a f*ckin' walk.

Mate, the Camino de Santiago's not a walk, it's a spiritual pilgrimage. I told you that.

Hey, you boys, you know that California's a helmet state, right?

Um... no, sir, we weren't aware of that.

I was.

Really?

And you got traffic violations in 6 other states from here to Alaska.

Only 6?

You runnin' from somethin'?

Uh, we're just on holiday, sir.

Vacation. He means vacation.

Vacation.

License and registration.

[Helicopter approaching]

Does that belong to you?

Is that Richmond?

f*cking Richmond.

They're definitely with us.

Hey!

What? See ya, man.

Stand to, Sergeants. Leave is over.

What's going on?

Talking about? We just got here!

Come on, Michael. Back me up on this.

Look, we're heading south. We have plans.

Not anymore!

Why? What happened?

Baxter's dead!

What? How?

Come on.

Briefing en route.

Cop: Wait!

Transport waiting at Twentynine Palms airbase.

Cop: I got a situation here.

♪

[Breathing heavily]

♪

[Winces]

sh*t.

[Groans]

[Gasps, sighs]

[Man speaks foreign language]

[Man speaking foreign language]

Not you, Sankara, you sack of sh*t!

[Groaning]

You betrayed me.

No! I swear!

[Screaming]

They m*rder*d one of my men.

You give me Kamali, or Hezbollah finds out that you're working for me.

But I'm not...

Aah!

You better hope they think so.

Colombia! They went to Colombia!

Colombia's a big f*cking place!

Kamali's meeting the Gomez cartel and the Russians!

They're about to go to w*r!

[Groans]

Put some f*cking clothes on. You're disgusting.

[Grunts] Ready, Sergeant.

Scott: What is that you're gonna put in my ass?

Yellow fever, tetanus, typhoid.

You're going into Colombian jungle, Sergeant.

You're gonna be dodging more than b*ll*ts.

Seein' as you asked so nicely, Doc, here you go, man.

Here we go.

That wasn't gel.

Who's your daddy now?

Ha ha ha!

Richmond: Major Dalton, they're ready for the briefing now.

[Beep]

Welcome back, Sergeants.

I presume you've heard about Baxter.

Yes, ma'am.

We will have time to mark his death, but as it stands, we only have a small window of time to catch the f*ck who did it.

Richmond... Whitehall online yet?

Coming up now, Major.

[Computer beeps]

Woman: They're ready for you, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Major.

Gentlemen.

sh*t.

Dalton: Good evening, Colonel.

That's Philip Locke.

What, you know him?

No. I know of him.

Never met.

Headlines only.

While you two were away on your little soirée, an operation in Beirut went badly wrong.

Sergeant Baxter's k*ller is this man...

Leo Kamali.

He's a British national, Lebanese heritage.

Kamali is the money man of the Al-Zuhari terror network and the brains of the operation.

Thanks to Kamali, Al-Zuhari and his organization control the supply of most of the cocaine and heroin going into Europe.

Dalton and Baxter were tracking him, and, uh, well... care to embellish, Major?

Low-level surveillance, intelligence-gathering.

We got made somehow.

Can you turn that off?

Locke: We get Kamali, we get Al-Zuhari himself.

He's the ultimate target of this mission, and we've never had a chance to get to him before, until now.

We have no current intelligence on Al-Zuhari's whereabouts, but thanks to Major Dalton, we know Kamali's currently in Bogota, but our chance to get him is limited.

Dalton: Colombia is still its usual mess of corruption and v*olence.

Cartels still have politicians and police on the payroll, so there is no trusting anyone.

Except this woman.

That's Kim Martinez, a DEA agent running a small narco unit in the jungle near an area controlled by cartel boss Miguel Gomez.

He's the man Kamali's gonna meet.

I've worked with Martinez before. She's good.

She's very good.

She'll take you to him.

Richmond'll set up the Mobile Crib at Bogota Air Force base.

Questions?

Yeah. You want him dead or alive?

Dalton: We want Kamali alive.

With his intel, we could cr*pple Al-Zuhari's entire network.

Agreed.

But if capture's not an option... k*ll him.

Roger that.

Yes, sir.

Locke: The holiday's over, lads.

Good luck.

Oh, and, Major Dalton, you know I've been looking for an excuse to get some dust on my boots.

Don't give me one.

No, sir.

Stonebridge: If they're bringing Locke into this, it's serious sh*t.

Yeah? What's his story?

Philip Locke. He's a Special Forces legend.

When I trained at Hereford, he was the man we all wanted to be.

He's served in every major theater for the last 3 decades.

Rumor has it he was one of the men who went after the IRA on Gibraltar.

Got it.

Dalton: Do you think they're ready for this?

The cartels don't screw around.

How are they looking?

Better than you, ma'am.

We should be f*ckin' slammin' tequilas in Baja right now.

Don't tell me that, Michael!

sh*t.

[Exhales sharply]

The plan was always to come back to Twenty, right?

Mike?

See you on the ground.

See ya round.

Go on. Say something.

[Sighs] [Scott chuckles]

Zero, this is Bravo team.

On the ground... finally.

Zero, this is Bravo team.

Do you read me?

[Static]

You got anything?

Nothing.

Cartel must be jamming the signal.

Yeah.

Movin' out. [Sighs]

[Birds chirping]

f*ck me.

Mike.

Yeah?

Psst.

f*ck.

Corporal.

Are we up yet?

Got comms online in 20 minutes.

What's the problem?

Signal issues.

Get it sorted.

Yes, ma'am.

I need the Crib operational.

Scott and Stonebridge are in country and need support.

I want their location and I want radio contact.

Scott: Dropped into some sh*thole like this.

[Scoffs] f*ckin' God knows what diseases around.

Pick some bad-ass hombre, and for what?

World's just gonna keep on turnin', and some assh*le's just gonna replace him.

We're in the bad-ass hombre-making business, buddy.

f*ckin' job creators.

[WHISPERING] Ours is not to reason why.

Well, maybe it's time we start.

I'm gettin' sick of this sh*t.

I just want to f*ckin' win, you know?

There's no win. You know that. We still...

What the f*ck was that?

Probably a candiru.

What the f*ck's that?

The little fish that swims up your cock and drinks your blood.

You can't get it out. It's got barbs.

You f*ckin' kiddin' me?

No, mate.

We get a vaccine for that?

Nothin' to worry about, mate, 'cause it'll never find your tiny cock.

f*ck you.

I want to get out now.

Bravo, this is Zero. Radio check, over.

On it.

Bravo, this is Zero.

Radio check, over.

[SCOTT WHISPERING] Zero, this is Bravo Team.

Difficult radio check, over.

We can track you, but clear comms are gonna be hard.

You're two clicks south of the rendezvous with Martinez.

Good bearing.

[Car horns honking]

[Door closes]

Who betrayed us?

Who betrayed us?

Get up, you bitch!

[Groans] A name.

That's all I want from you.

A name.

[Screaming]

[Panting]

Colonel, what does the name Sebastian Gray mean to you?

Locke: Gray?

Well, he was with MI6.

He worked out of the Beirut consulate in the eighties, but when they recalled him, he vanished.

Up until two years ago, he was selling intel to the highest bidder, but then went to ground when he pissed off the French.

They sent a team in to get him. We thought he was dead.

Yeah, well, I have a pretty strong feeling he isn't. Need to find him.

Well, I'll send you what we can, but it's past its sell-by date.

And if you do find him, approach from downwind.

He sees you first, you've lost him.

[Phone beeps]

Get me on the next flight to Beirut.

Woman: Right away, sir.

[Birds chirping]

Are you alone?

Scott: Hands up.

I take it that w*apon's not for fishing.

Protection.

Around here, you never know when some dumb gringo will come out of the jungle.

Perhaps I should introduce my friends, huh?

Gentlemen.

You're late.

I thought there was two of you.

There is.

Kim Martinez.

Even lovelier in the flesh.

Don't try that charm sh*t on me.

[Chuckles]

This one talk?

When I have something to say, yeah.

[Scoffs]

So you're Colonel Locke's team, huh?

Well, we better get you briefed before you go stumbling into somebody else in the jungle.

Not everybody's as warm-hearted as me.

I like her.

You would.

♪

Martinez: Listen, if you boys want Kamali, you're going to have to take him from this guy...

Miguel Gomez, former Colombian police commander.

He changed sides?

Heh! Money'll do that.

Now, Gomez was a brutal cop, but he is in a whole 'nother league now he's running his own cartel.

He calls himself "The Jaguar."

All this is his.

It's heavily guarded and patrolled, but Colonel Locke tells me you guys get the job done, operating behind the lines.

Yep, that's us.

There's a line?

Martinez: Kamali's here only once or twice a year, and we know he's key to moving the cartel's money out of the country.

Now Gomez has called together all the cartel bosses to meet with a Russian arms dealer.

My guess... it was on Kamali's orders.

[Men shouting]

Martinez: Gomez's place is two clicks southeast.

Find a suitable O.P., wait till dark.

Sounds like a plan.

[Overlapping laughter and chatter]

Man: Leo.

Miguel, my friend.

It's good to see you. It's been too long.

Seems like you only come to see me now when there are problems.

Are they all here?

You're the last.

I have entertainment.

You didn't need to bring your own puta madre. [Chuckles]

Her name is Celine, Miguel, and she is not for The Jaguar.

[Miguel chuckles] [Men speaking Spanish]

Viktor?

Yeah, Viktor is here, not Arkady.

He can make it a problem.

We have a lot of unhappy people here, Leo.

We expected the organ grinder, not the monkey.

Sometimes the monkey is easier to control.

Viktor, you remember my friend Leo.

I do.

Do remember me to your father.

He is a great man.

It's a shame he couldn't be here.

I speak for my father in all things.

[Speaking Spanish]

Is there a problem, soldier?

Candiru.

You know, those little fish that swim up...

Not here.

It's the Amazon.

assh*le.

[Chuckles]

I shouldn't be here.

[Chatter stops]

Kamali: I shouldn't have to be here, and that I am must surely tell us that something is not as it should be.

Our activities are under more scrutiny than ever before.

Every agency, every police force bring their strength against us, and yet we prevail.

How?

Because we are united in our efforts.

Division will destroy us.

Lack of trust will destroy us, and I will not tolerate it.

Al-Zuhari will not tolerate it.

Scott: Who says crime doesn't pay, huh?

I got 4 on the towers.

Stonebridge: I got at least 6 on the ground.

Kamali: Am I right in believing that Samuel has paid you for the arms shipment which you agreed to deliver a week ago?

Viktor: You know where your f*cking ship is and you know why it's not here.

Leo, you talk about respect?

Two of my best men k*lled, huh?!

Kamali: Is this true?

Miguel: Samuel says that the Russians r*ped and m*rder*d one of his whores and he had them k*lled in return.

Scott: Martinez.

Martinez: Hmm?

Want to take out the guards, cover our exfil?

Why don't I just go in and grab Kamali for you, too?

Stonebridge: A distraction for our exfil will be great.

You got it.

[Mocking] "You got it."

He gets "You got it"?

Martinez: He's polite.

Besides, that British accent kills me.

Kamali: There is a way for us to make a peace, but it is through sacrifice that we progress.

Of course, Viktor, you will deliver the shipment.

I'll ensure Arkady will hear of your diplomacy, and he'll be proud of his son.

Samuel...

Samuel: Hey, I'm not going to do a f*cking...

You will make redress for your actions, and we will all learn a new respect.

[Samuel gagging]

So let's go in soft, let's grab Kamali, and let's leave, try not to start a w*r here.

[Scott chuckles] Copy that.

[Crickets chirping]

[Distant chatter]

[Muffled screaming]

Stop it!

Stop. Hold on.

Damien.

Rebecca.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

What do you think I'm doing here?

You said you were out.

You said no more Mossad, no more k*lling!

I gave you that out!

Did you really believe it was gonna be that easy?

Jesus Christ.

This is what we do.

And you?

I'm here for Leo Kamali.

Ha.

"Ha."

What's that mean?

Kamali: Gracias, brother, gracias.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Gomez laughing drunkenly]

Kamali's mine.

Bullshit.

Do you have any idea what I had to do to get close to this guy?

Yeah, I got a pretty fair idea, Rebecca.

Do you even know who he is?

Yeah, of course I do. He's Allah's banker.

So why do you think I'm here?

What?

So Mossad can disappear him?

f*ck that. He k*lled one of ours.

I'm taking him.

Damien, do not f*ck this up.

I am this close to getting somethi...

[Knocks on door]

Kamali: Celine?

f*ck.

[Inhales, exhales]

[Jiggles doorknob] Celine?

[Knocks on door]

Celine?

You locked the door?

[European accent] I don't like how these bodyguards look at me.

They make me feel like one of those cheap hookers.

I don't like these people any more than you.

It's necessary.

Kamali: I will make it up to you.

I promise.

I love it when you speak Arabic.

Stonebridge: Oy.

Buenas noches.

Rebecca: Oh.

Oh... [Gags]

What is this, a f*ckin' family reunion?

Pretty harsh.

Not really.

[Distant thunder]

Want to get dressed?

Kamali: You're making a big mistake.

Shut him up.

You don't know what you're doing.

No, he just makes it look that way.

Ha ha!

You have to listen to me. You have...

No, I don't.

Martinez: Oh, sh*t.

No, no, no, no, no.

The f*ck you wearing?

You think I brought my fatigues?

Ha.

This the exit.

Long as Locke's little buddy's done her job.

Stonebridge: Delta, need that distraction.

Rebecca: You can't do this. Kamali's mine.

Unless you got a Mossad team out there disguised as tree frogs, he's ours.

Oh, yeah.

It's always the little things they don't tell you, huh?

Like she's an Israeli agent?

Delta, come in, Delta. Delta, how about that distraction?

Stonebridge: Delta, come in. Do you copy?

Delta, respond.

Nothing.

Scott, moving.

Oy, come here!

Viktor: What the f*ck?!

Come here.

Do you know who the f*ck I am?!

I don't care who you are. Come here, mate.

Don't!

Moving.

[Men shouting]

f*ck.

Behind me, behind me! Move!

Viktor!

Viktor!

Viktor.

[Shouts in Spanish]

[g*nf*re continues]

Go! Move!

[Men shouting]

You remember whose side you're on, huh?

All right, you guys got to start moving! Move!

Go!

Who the hell is that?

Stonebridge: It's a long story. Move!

Moving.

[Overlapping chatter]

Dalton: Excuse me. Excuse me.

[Speaks foreign language] Damn it!

The only way you leave here is with a b*llet in your head. Now f*cking move.

Move!

[Distant men speaking Spanish]

[WHISPERS] Don't sh**t.

They haven't made us yet.

Oh, God.

Hey, hey, hey! Come here!

Martinez!

Martinez!

Scott: Move! f*ck!

Rebecca! Down there!

Oh, God.

Stonebridge: Halt!

Martinez!

Come here! Come here!

Come here!

[g*nf*re]

Follow me!

[All shouting]

Martinez! Get back here!

Pull me! f*ck!

Mikey, 9:00!

f*ck! Scott, moving!

Grenade!

Good work.

Bravo One. Do you copy?

This is Brave One. Come in.

Stonebridge: Zero, we need an exfil now.

Nothing.

f*ck.

We're on our own.

Stay down.

Uhh!

Stonebridge: Oy! More coming on the ridge!

Yeah, yeah.

Catch it!

f*ck! Told you I couldn't cover 'em!

Move! Move! Move! Down!

Oh! Michael!

Yeah?

You Navy boys like to swim, right?

Yeah.

You want to go get that boat?

Yeah, let's do it! What the hell? Why not?

Rebecca! You cover us back there!

What the hell is he doing?

Something brave or something stupid.

Scott: Can't tell yet.

Go! Go!

Michael!

I'm coming to you! We'll go around!

Scott: Rebecca! To the river!

Oh!

Scott: Rebecca! The river!

f*ck!

Scott: Well, go or don't go!

Your choice!

Move!

Come on!

Go! Move!

[Grunts]

Let's go! Run! Mike!

f*ck! All right! Get on the 30-cal!

Help him in!

Come on, go, go!

f*ckin' eat sh*t!

Scott: Nice work, Aquaman!

Now take us home!

Oh, come on! Are you f*ckin' kiddin' me?!

Oh, sh*t!

Scott: Ready, Martinez?

Martinez: You got it.

Now! Now!

f*ckin' fire up that 30-cal, Scott!

I'm on it!

f*ckin' piece of sh*t!

f*ck! 30-cal's out.

Mikey!

Yeah?

I'm down to my sidearm. How are you doing?

f*ck! I'm losing power, Scott! Losing power!

The engine's hit!

We need a Plan B, mates!

f*ckin' awesome!

You got any C4 left?

[Speaking Spanish]

Get going on that next one.

Martinez: OK.

Michael!

Yeah?

Get down here!

Martinez, throw me another mag!

Take the wheel.

Rebecca: Got it.

Scott: All right! I throw, you sh**t!

On one or zero?

Shut the f*ck up and sh**t it!

sh*t!

f*ck! You missed!

I can't believe you f*ckin' missed!

You f*ckin' throw it right, I'll f*ckin' hit it!

Ha!

Go!

Whoo! Ha! Yeah!

f*ck you! f*ck, yeah!

Nice work, Michael.

Nice sh**ting. Whoo!

Nice b*mb-making.

Key!

You all right?

Yeah.

[Panting]

Zero, this is Bravo Team.

Scott: Do you read me?

Bravo, from Zero, good check, over. Sit-rep?

It's a little hairy. We got the package.

Good work. Bring him in.

Get down! Get down!

Scott: Whoa!

Get down! sh*t!

Get us out of here!

Oh, sh*t! Incoming!

Down!

Richmond: Bravo, come in.

Bravo Team, respond.

[Speaking Spanish]