04x05 - Shadow Warfare: Episode 5

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Previously on Strike Back...

I want to help you.

You can help me?

Find al-Zuhari. To stop him.

[ Grunts ]

Mike. You all right?

***

Were you to meet al-Zuhari?

Sofia.

Where's my husband?

He's truly sorry.

You've done it.

He's here Rachel.

Locke: Rachel. Get out of that house. Now!

Mairead MacKenna.

What the f*ck is the IRA doing in the middle of this?

They spotted MacKenna.

She's headed for Budapest.

Strike Back; Shadow Warfare 04x05

Episode 05

Originally aired September 13, 2013

♪

[Bell rings]

Still playing soldiers, huh?

Haven't you heard?

The w*r's over.

You're here, aren't you?

We're planning something big.

Better keep that to yourself then, huh?

Derry man obviously.

Born and bred.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

We therefore commit the body of Rachel Dalton to the ground in the sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life.

Stonebridge: Targets are boarding the tram.

Package is being delivered.

You have something for us?

Here.

My Hungarian clients will be collecting their shipment tomorrow night.

You sure put your heart and soul into your work, Special Agent.

Don't they say, "If you're gonna do something, do it right"?

Yes, I think... I think they do say that.

OK.

This contains a video file.

You've got the connections.

See they get it.

These guys like to see their faces on the telly all right.

I have a new life out here. I can't...

You will do this.

You heard the man.

When?

You will know.

Don't turn round.

Keep your mouth shut.

Long time, no see, Sean.

Where the f*ck did you come from?

Out of the past.

♪

Man: ♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪

You're getting rusty, Sean.

I'm legit now.

I'm a businessman.

Of course you are.

All those years running g*ns into Belfast, and now you supply from Budapest.

So tell me, who's on your Christmas card list these days...

Al-Zuhari?

Never heard of him.

What about Mairead McKenna?

Who?

Soon as we knew she was headed for Budapest, we pulled your phone records, Sean.

She rang you from Beirut two days ago.

You're playing a very dangerous game, Sean.

[Tires squealing]

[Car alarms blaring, horns honking]

Locke: O'Riordan!

Hey! f*ck off!

Get back, or I'll sh**t.

Contain!

[People screaming]

I'm warning youse!

Get the f*ck away from me!

Go, go, go.

Remember, we need him alive!

[g*nshots]

Hurry!

Irish, oi, oi!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look, look, look.

We just want to talk.

Back off. No. Hey. We just want to talk.

Back off!

Get off me, you...

Martinez: Can I have your wig?

Right here!

Oi, fella!

Get that thing off me!

He's getting married.

Shall we?

Yeah. Go.

No! No!

There you go.

Ha ha ha!

OK, OK!

You want to die in a green wig?

Come on, Sean.

Come on.

I said just please get me up.

Yeah, all right.

Locke: Come on, Sean.

Talk to me about McKenna.

I only dealt with her crew.

And what did they want?

Same thing they always want... weapons and expl*sives.

Mm-hmm. More, more.

That's your lot.

Back over.

No, no!

There you go, buddy. Like that?

All right. I pointed them at an arms shipment coming into the switching yard tomorrow night in Pest.

McKenna's going to ambush it.

Why the f*ck did McKenna k*ll Rachel Dalton?

Who the f*ck is Rachel Dalton?

Where can we find McKenna?

She'll be there tomorrow night.

Yeah.

Up you go.

Now you wouldn't lie to me, would you, Sean?

I have grandchildren.

I swear to God it's the honest truth.

Search him.

Yes, sir.

Get your f*cking hands off me!

Calm down, calm down.

Let's go for a walk.

[Sirens]

Let's take a walk, big fella.

Jolly Green Giant, huh?

How you doing, folks?

Boss!

Ah, don't be silly, Sean.

Unh!

Stupid fucker.

I'm out.

♪

sh*t.

[Sirens approaching]

♪

Scott: You're not gonna chicken out on me with those diamonds, are you?

I don't know.

Come on, Mikey. They're bad guy diamonds.

You hand them in, and our guys are gonna give them back to the Lebanese authorities, who are probably gonna give them back to Hezbollah.

They're just gonna buy more g*ns and k*ll more of our guys.

Well...

So... we're just breaking the cycle.

Yeah. We're just doing everyone a favor, aren't we?

Exactly.

It's a messed up world.

It certainly is.

Yeah. Speaking of which, saw you and Martinez out there having a little smoochy smooch.

Just maintaining my cover, mate.

Really?

Yeah.

Doing a very good job.

Oh. Well, cheers.

Glad to see you're finally getting some action.

Identification, gentlemen.

Uh, hang on.

We're with...

Sergeants Scott and Stonebridge?

Scott: Her.

[Beep]

Man: Stop, please.

And you are?

Out of your league.

Ha!

Natalie Fisher.

We've set up your facility in the embassy ballroom.

Follow me.

Thank you.

♪

Two of yours, I believe.

Hey.

How was it?

Bleak. The IRA give their dead a better sendoff.

Yeah. I still think we should have been there.

Sadly we don't get to choose where we're sent.

She had a son.

No sh*t.

Did you know?

No. Not until after.

We'll do what we can for the boy.

What, because the army won't, right?

They're not the first family to pay the price for what we do, Michael.

Sir.

Coming online.

Ester: Hey!

Scott: - Hey, kid.

Hi.

How you doing?

Uh, not good.

Nicotine gum.

That sh*t doesn't work.

Try something else.

How's Switzerland?

Uh, it's a bit boring.

There's no g*n battles.

Ha ha ha!

Aw. I miss you guys.

Yeah. Mom here has been crying into her pillow every night.

Yeah, it's true.

And you?

I miss you a little.

A lot.

OK.

Oh. I'll see you later.

Bye-bye.

See you.

Close the door.

Locke: Glad you could join us, Leo.

We've decrypted the media file found on O'Riordan's body.

The att*ck you have witnessed in Europe today...

Al-Zuhari.

You have brought on your own heads.

On the anniversary of the martyrdom of Imam Ali, Alayahis Salam, you have tasted what we must live with every day.

Until your governments withdraw from all lands where you are unwanted, we and our brothers from oppressed nations of this earth will rain the fire of Allah on your heads.

f*ck you, too.

Kamali, this is for broadcast after an att*ck, right?

Yeah, and at most, we have 48 hours.

The holy day he refers to is on Wednesday.

So we have an IRA man with an al-Zuhari communiqué and an arms shipment that's about to be ambushed.

Leo, I need you here.

It's difficult.

Ester...

No. I need you here, Leo.

I'll make arrangements.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

All right. Listen up.

This isn't just a t*rror1st att*ck.

What we're looking at here has been every operative's worst nightmare for the last decade... the old enemy are joining hands with the new.

So we prevent McKenna from getting hold of those weapons, we find out what al-Zuhari's playing at, and we stop it.

♪

K sz n m szépen.

Fiver.

K sz n m.

Yo.

There you go.

Hey! Oi!

Snooze you lose.

We should drink to that.

That's what we should drink to.

Enjoy.

Is that what we're gonna drink to?

We should drink to Dalton.

She was one of us.

God.

Heh. Really?

You f*cking kidding me?

She treated you like sh*t, and God knows how many times she nearly got all of us f*cking k*lled.

Damian, maybe if we'd have got there in time, maybe...

Oh, come on, dude.

We were always there, we all f*cking carried her.

Yeah. I know she's got a little kid, and I'm sorry for that little boy.

I'd be a f*cking liar if I said I wasn't glad she wasn't here.

Sorry.

Next round's on me.

♪

[Speaking Hungarian]

[American accent] I'm sorry.

I don't speak Hungarian.

Haven't see you before.

First time in the city.

Do you work here in Budapest?

Embassy.

A diplomat.

Wow! That must be glamorous.

What exactly is it you do?

Endless receptions.

Being hit on by overexcited businessmen away from home.

Every girls dream, huh?

[Footsteps approaching]

Hey.

Hey.

You were right... about Dalton.

[Snorts]

Thanks.

Old girlfriend?

[Snorts]

Yeah.

She could've got married.

Changed her name.

Yeah.

Look.

Leave it with me.

Things we do for our country, eh.

Whatever it takes.

Mmm.

♪

You are me darlin' aren't you?

[Gasping and choking]

I'm sorry.

♪

We know al-Zuhari's planning an imminent att*ck.

The arms shipment O'Riordan told us about arrives by train tonight.

If we don't stop MacKenna's group getting their hands on those weapons.

We lose the only lead we have of the al-Zuhari att*ck.

So Columbia, Beirut... will all have been for nothing.

Guys, I need you on that train before it reaches Budapest.

Martinez, you'll be waiting for them at the switching yard, okay?

Bring me back MacKenna... alive.

[Train wheels squeaking]

Stonebridge: There she is.

Scott: All right. I'm Butch and you're Sundance.

Hey, Sundance is faster.

Yeah, but Butch is better looking.

[Laughs] Yeah but Sundance got the girl.

Good point.

You can't be Sundance.

Alright, good, the last car?

Yeah that's us. That's us.

[Grunts]

Yeah. Nobody in here.

Bravo Two. Are you in position?

Scott: Ah, that's two hobo's on board and on the way.

Roger. Sat coming online now.

Oi. Do you think Butch and Sundance die at the end?

Not dead.

They lived.

Ha. Just two men against the entire bloomin' army.

[Laughs] Been there and done that, huh?

Ha, ha, ha.

Well. I think they totally lived.

They never found the bodies.

Those two just disappeared with all that loot.

Yeah.

You know... sometimes you gotta know when you gotta go.

Huh.

All right.

Let's get the diamonds valued.

Just out of curiosity that’s all.

God knows, we fall on our faces, nobody's gonna to pick us up.

That much is clear.

In position.

Over.

Roger. Any activity?

Over.

Negative. Out.

Hungarians are making a pickup.

[Whispers] Mikey.

We're movin'.

Good luck.

They've got some heavy duty sh*t here.

No sign of the Irish yet.

Hold up.

I got a sn*per on my twelve.

Up on that bridge.

Good position for the ambush, huh?

X-ray confirms.

[g*n cocks]

f*ck!

[Irish accent] Put yer f*ckin' hands up.

Down on your knees.

[She grunts, he groans]

[Kn*fe slices]

m*therf*cker!

Oh.

Uh.

Here's the fightin' Irish.

[Indistinct screams]

sh*t.

That's finished off the Hungarians.

Come on. Cops will be all over this place soon.

I've got a clear sh*t at our primary target.

Where the f*ck's Liam?

Two of her crew are Middle Eastern.

Wait here. Move those g*ns now.

Quickly!

Target's on the move.

If you can, take her.

Alive, Bravo Two.

Copy that.

Who in the f*ck, lads. Motherfuckin' haul away. Come on, let's go.

Let's ship this.

Come on.

Let's go.

sh*t, Liam.

[Taser sparks, g*n fires]

Who the f*ck's that?

Get down!

Get out of here.

Out of here.

Scott: Target acquired.

[Indistinct shouting and g*nf*re]

Take the sh*t.

[Breathing heavily] [Whispers] Come on.

Take the sh*t.

sh*t.

[Grunts, sighs]

sh*t.

Any news on the arms truck?

Nothing yet.

Local police have been alerted and GCHQ...

We all miss sometimes, Mike.

Happens to the best of us.

Yeah, well, I had it.

Don't be too hard on yourself dude.

It was dark.

It was a moving target.

I said I f*ckin' had it, Scott!

Doctor: So you just felt like getting a checkup, huh?

Yes. Yeah.

You must be the first man in history to voluntarily visit a doctor.

It's just been a while, that's all.

Routine blood sample.

Results will be passed to your CO in a couple of days.

Something bothering you, sergeant?

No. No, nothing.

Anxiety? Mood swings?

No, no not that I can think of.

I used to be Territorial Army.

Two tours, Iraq.

My number.

Any time you want to talk.

[Sighs]

[Door latches shut]

Go on.

Back in the day the IRA used to concentrate their minds on an invisible flame to resist interrogation.

You mean t*rture.

It wasn't the Yanks invented waterboardin'.

You were using it on us forty years ago.

Us? That's interesting.

You're not IRA, Mairead.

If you were, you would know the w*r's over.

The IRA.

What they settled for, we could have had ten years before I was born.

Hmm. So what are you?

Oh, don't tell me. You're the real IRA.

You really think people believe that?

You serve there?

Six tours.

Armagh?

Mid-eighties?

You'd've met my brother then.

Or maybe not... you're still alive.

What were you doing in Beirut, hmm?

Teaming up with some like-minded jihadists?

Gonna bring Sharia Law to the Six Counties?

And turn the North into some Muslim caliphate?

Better the Muslims than the British.

You don't really believe that.

Where are your boys?

Where's the truck?

When is this att*ck going to take place?

[Tires screech]

It's the f*ckin' Brits took Mairead.

I could smell the bastards.

He's dying.

So he needs a f*ckin' priest.

The att*ck must go ahead.

We'll get her out.

But Kletch isn't a cutlet.

Father.

He needs the last rites, Father.

There's no time for this.

Show some f*ckin' respect!

[Priest speaks indistinctly in Latin]

We have a problem here.

You have to clean up your mess.

So tell me, Mairead, why did you k*ll Major Dalton?

The girl in Beirut? Bitch was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Casualty of w*r.

And Sofia Abboud, al-Zuhari's wife?

She could've compromised our operation.

What can you possibly get out of working with these people?

I get to see the look on your face when you realize every fucker you ever trod on for the past thousand years has clubbed together and is coming back to get you.

Come on. Tell me about the target.

I can keep a secret.

Ask your brother.

My brother is dead.

I know.

He was picked up outside the Rock Bond, the Falls Road, by a loyalist hit squad.

You've done your research.

What'd you want, a gold star?

I was there.

Oh, I knew your brother, Mairead.

It was my job to.

What, you knew him personally?

You ran across him?

I ran him.

What?

You heard.

Your brother was a tout.

You dirty Brit bastard.

My brother was worth 10 of you.

He had you lot running scared.

The great SAS.

Everything you are, you are because of your brother.

And everything you know about him... was a lie.

Local police just got a call from a church in District Five.

One of their priests has been kidnapped as he gave the Last Rites to a man dying of a g*nsh*t wound.

Seems he was brought in by an Arab and an Irishman.

Okay. Check it out.

Yeah. Roger that.

But give the Hungarians operational control.

Will do.

The Irish Consulate has been on to the Ambassador. Get Natalie in here, will you?

She didn't come in today, sir.

Hey, Sergeant.

Yeah.

Wanna grab dinner sometime?

Nothing too serious.

Just some... good food, fine wine and hot, butt naked sex.

You really think now's the time to talk about it?

Well... given that we could be dead in sixty seconds, I'd say there's no time like the present.

Grenade!

[Indistinct speech]

[Indistinct yelling]

[Yells frantically]

You alright?

Mikey!

Yeah we're alright.

You okay?

What the f*ck was that?

Oh, yeah, Francie had us running to the bank.

50 grand a year we pumped into his account. Plus expenses.

Still... it was money well spent.

Aah.

No strings attached.

As long as we can go Dutch.

Yeah we can.

sh*t.

Sneaky Irish bastards.

Yeah, pricks.

Huh? Yeah dude.

We gotta get out of this game, Mikey.

You know. If it's not the IRA, it's just gonna be some other fucker that gets us.

Dude. That's way too close.

Way too f*ckin' close.

Yeah.

f*ck!

Yes it was.

This is bullshit.

Kid with a Mac could fake this sh*t up in 10 minutes.

Yeah. Okay.

Try this.

And Francie, here's a little present from Her Majesty's government.

Two soldiers still walking the streets because of you, Francie.

Thank you.

Now you have something for me?

An att*ck.

Mm-hmm.

Tonight... police station at Cushing Dawl.

Details are in there.

Francie!

Good man.

What are you doing?

The crew you're running only defer to you because of who your brother was.

Or who they think he was.

Same reason the actual IRA hasn't wiped you out.

You're Francie MacKenna's wee sister.

You're untouchable.

Let's see how well that holds when I post this on the Republican News website, shall we?

Better a child molester than an informer, eh, Mairead?

The att*ck... when is it?

Where is it?

Last chance, Mairead.

Colonel Locke... a word.

Would that be the Philip Locke?

Please.

The Ambassador's about to bring a shitstorm down on your head.

The Irish Consulate know that we're holding MacKenna.

They're threatening to take it to Number 10.

Claim we're using the embassy as a black site for illegal renditions.

She's assured them you're gonna take MacKenna to London... now!

Are you serious? An att*ck is about to take place and she is the only lead we have.

She has to go, Philip!

And it has to be official.

This is bullshit. An imminent att*ck and we can't question the t*rror1st who's planning it because we're in the wrong f*cking country.

Perhaps if your CIA hadn't set up it's own global network of t*rture franchises we wouldn't be in this situation now.

As soon as the wheels go up on that plane, I need you lot back here.

Got it.

Sir.

How's your son, Philip?

He's what now, 20, 25?

You mention my son again and I will k*ll you where you stand. You got that?

Boss.

Get her in the car.

You ride with her.

What? Was it something I said?

Get in.

All of this for me?

Scare you boys, do I?

Don't normally think of rain when you think of Beirut.

But I bet you do now.

She begged me for her life.

What was her name?

Dalton?

Like all of you boys, she was better dishing it out than taking it.

Umm Oh!

Okay, you know the score.

Diplomatic protocols apply.

g*ns in lock boxes.

The whole nine yards.

Yeah, we'll be sitting ducks.

I need to use the bathroom.

Nice try, sweetheart.

Do it on the plane.

We're taking a prisoner back to the U.K.

These people are seeing me on the plane.

Paperwork's all here and our jet's on the runway over there.

I need to see everyone's passports.

Thanks, dad.

There's no record of your arrival.

It was a diplomatic flight from Beirut.

She has a passport?

Oh for God's sake.

One minute please.

[Customs agent speaking indistinctly]

Look, this woman is a wanted t*rror1st who's being extradited to the U.K.

It's been cleared.

You need to read that.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to wait here, gentlemen.

Get me on that plane or let me use the bathroom.

Shut the f*ck up.

Time of the month.

God's sake, you're women.

Just take her.

Let's go.

I'm gonna need these off.

How am I supposed to go?

You'll figure it out.

It's all yours.

Okay, everything seems in order.

About f*ckin' time.

Let's go.

It's yours.

Your g*ns please.

Haven't got one.

[Laughs] Naw, just f*ckin' with you.

Here. Don't lose it.

[Knocks]

Hurry up.

[Door opens]

Right there.

Step this way.

Ha! Did you find his metal dildo?

Yeah, thanks mate.

Where's the f*ckin' girls?

You can go through.

[Indistinct P.A. announcement]

[Crowd murmurs]

[Rapid g*nf*re, people screaming]

Umm.

Ahh.

Come here big guy.

I'm bracketing, Mikey.

[Grunts]

Drop the g*n.

Do it!

I'm moving!

Go Mike!

Ahhh!

[Grunts]

f*ck!

Stay there. Stay right there.

Don't move.

Ah!

Take the sh*t, Michael.

Mikey! Take that sh*t.

Take it.

Don't even think about it, you fucker.

You're mine.

f*ck!

Ah, f*ck.

What the f*ck, Mairead.

What are you doin'?

Move it, go. Mack.

f*ck.

Go man. Move!

Julia.

[People screaming indistinctly, alarm bells ringing]

f*ck.

Give me a f*ckin' grenade.

f*ck.