04x03 - Shadow Warfare: Episode 3

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Previously on Strike Back...

Make your peace.

You can't sh**t me.

Yeah, I can.

I'm CIA That al-Zuhari is targeting western m*llitary bases.

Which bases?

All of them.

Do you know who the f*ck I am?

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

You k*lled the son of Arkady Ulyanov in my f*cking house.

I have no idea who you're talking about.

You give me Kamali.

He m*rder*d one of my men.

Let me show you something.

Christ, Leo.

I understand that you don't trust me.

Al-Zuhari will sacriface anyone and anything to achieve his goals.

You must be prepared to do the same.

♪

[Creaking]

[Speaking Arabic]

Shh.

[Whistling]

[Whistling stops]

You're sweating.

Why are you nervous?

Allah himself has mapped out your path, and he wouldn't want any harm to come to his believers, now, would he?

Al-Zuhari has a request.

Make life a lot easier if he could pick up the phone, huh?

Ha ha ha!

Al-Zuhari must trust you very much to have let you carry this message.

You are to be rewarded.

Wait here.

Kaboom.

♪

Lunch?

♪
♪ I couldn't see where you were comin' from ♪
♪ but I know just what you're running from ♪
♪ and what matters ain't who's baddest but the ♪
♪ ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪
♪ when you feel like you're feeling now ♪
♪ and doing things just to please your crowd ♪
♪ when I love you like the way I love you ♪
♪ and I suffer but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ this ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ to call home ♪
♪ this 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 ♪

Strike Back 04x03

Shadow; Warfare Episode 3

[Speaking Arabic]

Khie'yen.

You've been made.

Oh, f*ck.

[Tires screech]

Dalton: Bravo Team, I want Amir alive.

There's a lot of Hezbollah yellow out here.

They run the city.

If we tangle with them...

You will bring him in.

That's an order.

Copy that.

Uh!

Uh! Uh!

Out the back.

Thanks.

Zero, one Hezbollah guard KIA.

Sorry. It was him or me.

Roger.

Stonebridge: Bravo Two, I'm out back.

Bravo One, target coming to you.

Yeah. Roger.

Target acquired.

Richmond: Get the target back here.

Stonebridge: Roger.

Let's move.

What kept you?

Down those stairs.

Move.

Good.

f*ck.

[g*nf*re]

Zero, we're taking fire.

Exit's no good.

Scott: Bravo three, we're falling back.

Martinez: Copy that.

I'm circling around.

Stand up! Stand up!

sh*t. Scott. f*ck.

Target's been gut-sh*t.

He's never gonna make it.

Dalton: You're prepped for a field interrogation.

In the f*cking van, not here.

We're under heavy fire.

You will interrogate the prisoner.

sh*t.

Oi, look at me.

The Scotsman's name is Leatherby, right?

What's he being paid for?

sh*t. Armed x-rays entering the building.

OK. See this?

See this account?

Those are your transactions, paid for by the CIA.

That is not mine.

Not? You forged them.

OK. You see this?

See, this is your passport, proof of travel between the United States of America and Israel.

I'm dying.

Zero, this guy's not gonna talk.

Put the papers in his pocket.

f*ck.

sh*t.

Tell him Hezbollah will take his family.

[Men shouting]

f*ck.

sh*t.

They find these on you, they're gonna k*ll your family.

Make a choice.

Scott: Mikey, we got some action downstairs.

[Men shouting]

Scott: Mike, come on.

We got to move.

Hey, come on.

We got to move, Mike.

You destroy the papers, I tell you what you wish to know.

[Men shouting]

Move!

Rrgh! Come on.

Aah!

[Men shouting]

We're really ready to be picked up right now.

You're not finished.

Find me something concrete!

Scott, your lighter.

She's f*cking losing it.

Throw me your lighter.

f*cking fine time to start smoking.

Yeah. Great.

Nice of you to care.

Look.

Bravo Three, what's your position?

Exfil, two minutes.

Your family is safe.

Talk.

Allah forgive me.

This is for them.

He's coming... from Syria.

He's coming.

Leatherby's bringing him.

Who? Who's coming from Syria?

Who's Leatherby bringing from Syria?

Al-Zu...

Al-Zuhari.

Al-Zuhari.

sh*t.

Zero, Leatherby's bringing in al-Zuhari.

Al-Zuhari's coming in from Syria.

Did you get that?

Al-Zuhari's coming in from Syria.

I f*cking knew it.

[Speaks Russian]

[Speaking Russian]

Do what has to be done.

[Tires screech]

Oi, oi.

Oi, where the f*ck is Dalton?

Richmond: Not now.

What do you mean, not now?

Scott!

You saw what happened out there.

She nearly got us k*lled.

Richmond: No.

I'm on your side.

It's true. Yeah.

It's true, all right?

But she also got us al-Zuhari.

Yeah, and what happens if he's lying, Michael?

He wasn't lying.

You want to be f*cking right.

You hear me?

I had no choice.

A street battle in Daheih in broad daylight?

How do you expect to operate effectively with Hezbollah breathing down your neck?

Please tell me you got something to show for this mess.

Amir gave us al-Zuhari.

He's coming into the city from Syria.

Well, if al-Zuhari's moving, then whatever he's planning must be happening soon.

James Leatherby's bringing him across the border.

We need to know time and location.

Well, assuming your intel's good, what's your next move?

Kamali is supposed to pay him.

Let him.

You know that I don't trust Kamali.

Listen, Rachel, Kamali's the best thing we've got.

You let him make the payment, see what he can get us, and, Major, we've lost enough men.

Don't make me come back to Beirut.

[Click]

♪

[Voices echoing]

I can guarantee you...

What happens if he's lying, Michael?

Al-Qaeda did before 9/11.

We get Kamali, we get al-Zuhari himself.

This is a systematic cleansing of the...

Al-Zuhari.

What happened out there today was a mess.

I told you I could handle it.

Your people should never have been there.

Amir was my contact on the operational side.

If you don't let me do things my way...

Al-Zuhari is being brought in from Syria.

That can't be true.

You're sure?

Leatherby's the courier.

I need to know where and when.

I am just the money man.

Well, then do your job.

Take Leatherby his payment and find out what I need to know.

The moment I start asking questions...

You'll do as I say.

I meet him at his casino, yeah...

Apres La Guerre, tomorrow morning, 3 A.M., pay him in uncut diamonds.

That's it.

You'll wear a wire.

And have my cover blown?

I don't give a sh*t what the chain of command want or what the CIA believe.

If you're playing us, I'll have you castrated before I see another one of those men hurt.

You're out of control, Major.

For the record, it's you, not me, that's gonna get your people k*lled.

♪

You hate me, don't you?

James...

Don't.

Just one of a long line of bastards, aren't I, men that come out here and moan about the heat and the dust whilst taking whatever the f*ck they like.

The English...

The English like to bang on about the f*cking Empire and the glory days, and yada, yada, f*cking yada, but it was us Scots who found it, took it, and held it for them.

Why?

We love these faraway places, these faraway people.

Can't help ourselves.

Aah! Aah!

Ohh...

Have you got anything to tell me?

Anything at all?

Richmond: Ex-SAS, operating out of Beirut since the late Nineties, smuggles weapons, dr*gs, dirty money.

Yeah.

We know all that.

Before Iraq, this guy's record was impeccable.

Oh, yeah?

So was mine.

I just want to know what went wrong, what turned that man into this man.

Scott: Come on, Mike.

Young people change, sometimes for good... sometimes bad.

During the first Gulf w*r, he was operating behind Iraqi lines, where he was captured and tortured by officers of the Republican Guard.

Yeah.

Maybe that's it.

♪

Stonebridge: Zero, we are in position, no visual on target.

I repeat, no visual on target.

Place your bets.

Richmond: Leatherby in play.

AWOL, soldier?

Lucky escape.

Ah, Tommy this, Tommy that.

How's your f*cking soul, huh?

But here's the thing, my bright-eyed friend.

A k*ller is a k*ller, and a man may escape many things...

[Snaps fingers] but never himself.

You and I have had the same fortune cookie.

Oh, ha ha ha!

All good soldiers are bound for hell.

It's just that some see it, and others don't.

Whit's fur ye'll no go past ye.

Cheers.

Bring some wine.

You want some work, Heh.

You give me a call, eh... or give me a call, anyway.

No more bets.

No more bets.

Cheers.

Woman: You want a drink?

Ha!

No, thanks. I got one.

You want to buy me one?

I would love to, but I can't.

Call me.

Hmm.

[Roulette ball whirring]

Man: No more bets.

♪

Richmond: Kamali in play.

[Speaking Russian]

[Click]

Just to be careful.

k*lled my first man with a Kn*fe...

Argentinean conscript.

It was so f*cking cold, the blood froze on the blade.

Imagine that.

Seventeen years later, I'm lying in bed, I roll over... wait... and the bastard is there lying next to me, smiling at me, just f*cking smiling at me.

It's always the soldiers that have the nightmares, they send in to do all the filthy work.

No blood under your fingernails, or is there?

Heard a lot of men d*ed in Colombia, Leo.

Ha ha ha!

Do you have them?

The other half once the package is safely delivered.

I need to know when and where it's coming in.

Why would you want to know that?

Don't push it. Come on.

Kamali: Because I've been told to make arrangements.

No offense, James.

You're just a f*cking delivery boy peddling old w*r stories.

Tell me what I need to know... there's a good boy... or I'll see you never work for al-Zuhari again.

Sit.

Think you scare me?

Really?

Why the g*n?

Emphasis.

Asset's compromised.

Zero, are we gonna pull him out, or what?

Leave him in play.

[Scoffs] Yes, ma'am.

Buy me in.

Yes, sir.

Aah! Yaah!

[Screaming]

Aah!

[Panting]

Leatherby: Leo, this was a matter between me and my boy.

[Moaning]

A f*cking barman?

No. It's nothing!

I see your face in here again, I'll cut it off.

Sorry.

For f*ck's sake.

No, no, no, no!

Oh, God!

Now it's nothing.

[Crying]

Leo, I just wanted you to know what I feel about betrayal.

He's just a friend.

You belong to me.

Best get that seen to.

No!

You want to get yourself k*lled, go ahead.

I'm through.

I'm done. I'm out.

We've got him.

Martinez: Eyes on the boyfriend.

Looks like he took a b*llet.

Bring him in.

♪

Get in, or I sh**t the other one.

What? Wha...

[Tires screech]

[Tires screech]

Scott: Kamali, put that g*n down.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

♪

Dad.

[Exhales]

[Speaks Arabic]

Amma, everything is fine.

Take Ester and go back to your room.

Dad, what is going on?

Ester, please.

Go with Amma back to her room now.

Stonebridge: Kamali, I need you to come down here and give me that g*n.

[Lighter clicks open]

You got a spare?

[Chuckles]

Stonebridge: Oi, how old are you?

What are you, my mom?

Ha!

Eh, he just looks like one.

Ester: So how do you two know my dad?

Eh, it's kind of a long story.

I get it. I'm young.

The Clash, huh?

Got a favorite album?

"London Calling," and don't try and change the subject.

Ha!

How about you, ma?

Sex Pistols.

Really?

Yeah.

I would've taken you as a Wham! kind of guy.

Andrew Ridgely is hugely underrated.

So you got it pretty together for a, what, thirteen-year-old?

Don't tell me.

You used to know a kid who was just like me, and it was... you.

Come here.

Give me that.

Who do you think you are?

Smoking will k*ll you.

[Scoffs]

You're really good with kids, aren't you?

Been there and done that.

We should have a talk.

I told you, I'm done, leaving... his place, this city, all of it.

Your commanding officer just shoved me into a room with a delusional sociopath and a list of questions guaranteed to fuel his f*cking paranoia.

Anyway, it's not just about me.

I have to think of Ester.

♪

Dalton: If Hezbollah found out you and Leatherby were lovers, you'd be dead.

If you help me, I will help you.

[Speaks Arabic]

Martinez: We can get you a visa, a new life, some money.

Dalton: And in return, you can tell us when and where Leatherby's going to be bringing al-Zuhari over the border.

I can't.

Then I'll just have to tell Hezbollah that you're a manyook, but before Hezbollah know, I'll make sure your father hears of your shame.

[Cell phone ringing]

Answer it.

Yeah. What is it?

[Speaks Arabic]

Dalton: So you decide.

There's...

There's an air field just outside Kefraya James uses... and they will come tomorrow at noon.

Scott: So where would you go?

There are options.

I always planned to get out.

Nobody can live this kind of life forever.

You must have plans for the future, a way out.

Stonebridge: Is that before somebody pushes us to our knees and puts a b*llet in that back of our head like you did with Baxter?

Michael...

♪

Would it have been the first time that you'd k*lled the wrong person for the right reason?

I'm not gonna pretend I understand or even like a man like you.

You need to finish what you started.

Easy for you to say.

What do men like you have to lose?

What I had, I lost.

Was it worth it?

If I come back, what about Dalton?

She's a liability.

Yeah.

We got your back on that, Leo.

File from the CIA didn't mention anything about a kid.

And I'll appreciate it if we could keep it that way.

All right.

What happened to her mother?

She d*ed.

I'm sorry.

We'll get you through this, Leo.

OK.

Now get the f*ck out of my house.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

We'll set up an armed support towards the south side of the airstrip.

If you look at the map...

Stonebridge: What's all this?

And?

Kamali's still in.

We have intel.

The boyfriend talked.

Dalton: Leatherby's bringing al-Zuhari in through this airfield.

Scott: So that's what we're going in on, the boyfriend's word?

We could run it past Kamali.

No.

Stonebridge: Ma'am, does Colonel Locke know about this?

Locke will be briefed post-op.

Scott: What's your f*cking problem with Kamali?

We all know what he did and why he did it, but the truth is, you're the one that put Baxter in front of that g*n.

♪

How do you think a man like Leo Kamali survives, hmm?

It's simple.

He sells himself as whatever you need him to be...

CIA asset, t*rror1st, money launderer.

So what the f*ck were you buying today, huh, new best friend?

This is a one-sh*t deal.

We screw up, and al-Zuhari is gone, and we don't see him again until it's too late.

So are you in, or you out?

Stonebridge: Ma'am, what time's that plane land?

Tomorrow at noon.

Gonna see my shrink.

[Scott moans]

Whew. Oh...

[Both panting]

Please you called me?

Heh.

Ah...

Oh...

You have girl at home?

No girl... and no home.

Sad story.

Maybe there's happy ending for you and me, huh?

Yeah.

You like that, tough guy?

So you work out of here? Beirut?

I'm artist.

Ha ha ha!

No laugh. I prove.

Yeah.

See? Artist visa.

To dance and take clothes off is not easy.

So, Katya Sergeyevich Tarasov, how come you're so far from home?

I borrow some money to set up business.

Big mistake. Bad man.

How you say?

Don Corleone?

Mafia.

So I dance, save money to pay him back, or he break legs.

How much?

$10,000.

f*cking lot of dancing.

Ha ha!

I like to dance.

I like my legs.

Yeah. I do, too.

I will see you?

Where you stay?

Heh. I'll call you.

See you around, sexy legs.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

♪

Stonebridge: Zero, approaching position, one click from Kefraya Airstrip.

Martinez: Let's do this.

[g*nsh*t]

sh*t.

Richmond: We're on.

Target convoy approaching.

Four SUVs heading your way.

Roger that.

I'm in position.

Scott: I can see your sorry ass from here.

I have eyes on you.

Yeah. I see you, too.

Bird is circling to land.

Bravo One, I have eyes on the bird.

I repeat, I have eyes on the bird.

sh*t.

Bravo Two, I got eyes on Leatherby.

I have multiple X-rays.

Yeah. I got someone stepping off that bird now.

It's impossible to I.D. them.

Bravo One, report.

That's a negative on an I.D.

[Zoom lens whirs]

Stonebridge: I have no clear sh*ts on X-rays.

Moving for a better visual.

Bravo One, come in.

What the f*ck is that?

[Men shouting]

Bravo One, come in.

Mike.

Foxhound, this is Sunray.

Cover our exfil. Over.

Move!

[Truck engine starts]

Bravo One?

Mike, you all right?

f*ck.

sh*t.

Zero, Leatherby has the target.

Repeat, Leatherby has al-Zuhari.

Bravo One, come in.

Ow! sh*t.

Bravo One...

Mike, you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm on the move.

Cut across!

I got you. Stop running like a girl.

OK. Go, go, go, go.

Good?

Yeah. I'm OK.

I'm good.

You drive like a p*ssy. Move.

Martinez: - Bravo Four on the move.

Copy.

Scott: Bravo Two. Target heading south of airfield.

Copy that.

Coming to you.

Coming up on our two o'clock.

God damn it.

Hold on.

Scott, did you see that?

What?

f*cking sign that said, "Mines."

What should I do?

Should I slow down?

No. Keep going.

There's no mines here, Mike.

It must be an old sign.

Nope. Maybe they missed one.

Go faster.

Go faster.

All right, all right, all right.

f*ck!

Nope. Maybe it's two.

Getting us off here, all right?

Martinez: Bravo One, what is your position?

Ah, there they are.

Just get up alongside.

There you go.

Have that, mates.

f*ck.

You have to take al-Zuhari alive.

[Men shouting]

sh*t.

Uh!

Stonebridge: Scott!

Yo, I'm out of a*mo!

Scott!

Stonebridge: Taking!

Bravo One is taking fire.

No visual on target.

Scott!

What?

Moving!

f*ck!

That's our target vehicle!

Confirm target.

That's a negative.

It's a female.

Negative. It's a female.

sh*t.

Al-Zuhari is not here.

I repeat, not here.

Locke: Well, if al-Zuhari's moving, then whatever he's planning must be happening soon.

Please tell me you got something to show for this mess.

Dalton: Bring her in.

Stonebridge: Scott! Moving!

Move!

Come on.

Stonebridge: You and I got the same fortune cookie.

Kamali: I need to know when and where it's coming in.

Aah! James, get me out!

It's gonna blow! Hey!

James! James, help!

Scott: Go, go, go, go, go!

Scott: Go, go, go!

Let's go!

Leatherby: f*cking traitor!

Find me Kamali.

Stonebridge: OK. OK.

Follow my voice. Stand up.

Scott: This is f*cking bullshit.

Stonebridge: I need you to stand up...

Woman: I've done nothing wrong.

OK. Move forward.

Where...

Quiet. Be quiet.

My father is Tareq Abboud.

My name is Sofia Abboud.

My father is Tareq Abboud.

I shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't be here.

Take her downstairs.

Please. This is a terrible mistake.

Move forward.

No, please!

♪

Sofia: He's a businessman.

He paid to get me out of Syria.

Dalton: Bullshit, ghaben.

Who are you, really?

Stand down, Major.

What the f*ck?

Will you take this woman somewhere else, please?

Sir. Please...

Colonel, I believe that woman to be...

Is exactly who she said she is.

Her father was Assad's finance minister until 2007.

It was rumored that he might provide al-Zuhari with funding, but that's it.

She has to be a courier.

You know that they use women and family members to carry messages.

I know.

She'll be processed, just not by you.

You sent me on this operation.

I've been undercover for three months.

Baxter...

You can't take this away from me, Philip.

If al-Zuhari had been on that plane...

But he wasn't, was he?

♪

You're taking unjustifiable risks, Rachel.

You're making bad calls.

It's only a matter of time before someone else is k*lled.

You can't f*cking do this.

Major, consider yourself on extended leave, effective immediately.

OK. Listen up.

As of this moment, I'm taking direct command of this unit.

Sir.

Sir.

[Sniffs]

Oh...

OK, Sofia. Let's talk.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

[Sofia screaming, muffled]

We're gonna take a drive, and then we're gonna talk, and as we do, I want you to bear one thing in mind...

I have absolutely nothing to lose.

[Screams]

♪