08x09 - Vendetta: Part 9

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You're saying we had a man inside your organization?

I don't know if I can control him.

You just need to get him to follow the plan.

Can you forgive me now?

We needed a t*rror1st to package to the idiots in Parliament.

So, you just created Zayef Hijari?

We're on the blacklist.

They can do anything they want to us.

Make sure no one gets out.

Move! You go.

There's too many of them. Think of it as my last order.

We need this right? To clear our names?

You need to trust me on this one.

I'm sorry, sir. I won't let them bury this.

Here are some words from your superiors in Moscow.

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Hey.

Raise your arms.

We agreed, no weapons.

Well, you made the agreement with him.

And I've never met you before, Dmitri.

So I don't trust ya. Arms up.

That is okay.

Maybe Dmitri's heard about soldiers on the run, a price on their heads, maybe.

I hope Dmitri's not considering cashing in.

It would hardly be worth the effort.

So... to business?

I'm sorry, did you say "hardly worth the effort"?

For some of you, yes.

Okay, out of the three of us, who would have the highest price on their head?

Wyatt. I'm just asking.

It is not a competition, no?

But if it was, hmm?

Ugh...

Hostiles inbound.

I repeat, hostiles inbound.

These your cameras? I placed them myself.

We have someone down there.

I don't see anyone.

I'll call the front desk.

Bravo Two, sitrep.

Comms are dead.

It's ringing, but that guy's not answering.

This feed isn't live.

I swear, this was not me.

Bravo Two, come in.

Uhh...

Target one down.

I'm locked out of my own feed.

Someone else is controlling it.

We may have a problem.

I don't suppose you brought any g*ns.

Go, go, go!

Checking adjoining rooms.

Hey!

Who do you work for?

Who sent you?

It's an agency op.

Sitrep, come in.

Come in.

Anybody?

Oi! Huh?

What the f*ck was that and who the f*ck are you?

Their orders were to subdue, nonlethal.

I'm only here to talk.

Oh, 'cause nothing says conversation like tear gas and Tasers.

Carolyn Fortier.

Senior Supervisor, Directorate of Operations.

CIA, yes, we know.

We also know that you launched a drone strike on our position.

And a f*cking clean-up crew on top of that.

Would it help if I apologized?

Because I need your help finding someone.

We don't know where Lance Corporal Chetri is.

But you're looking for her.

If the information that she has goes public, she will make Snowden look like a schoolyard snitch.

Look, maybe we don't agree with what she did.

We'll be f*cked if we're chasing her just so you mongrels can go bone her on the patio.

See you around.

You realize they will k*ll her.

Our governments won't let her walk away from this.

It doesn't have to be that way.

You're afraid she has a dead man's switch.

Anything happens to her, the information gets released.

That would suck.

Imagine people finding out that you were complicit in funding t*rrorists.

Well, right now we have a lead on her.

She was flagged entering Zagreb about an hour and a half ago.

We've set up a temporary ops room.

Helo inbound to take you there.

We don't work for you. Then work for yourselves.

If the information that Lance Corporal Chetri has goes loud, you are finished.

But if you secure it, you save your soldier and you get your old lives back.

So... ooh.

Tick-tock.

Hey, nice shirt, bro.

Um, thanks... bro.

This is where your Lance Corporal was flagged entering the city.

Have you tried MI6 safe houses?

Of course.

Any information on why she's here?

May be a safe city for a rendezvous.

Cell phone? Offline.

Most likely have any alerts bounced to remote servers so she can't be traced.

She's using burner phones to make calls, yeah?

Maybe I can get her to message me from a burner.

Then we could trace her, yes.

Do you think you can get her to do that?

I can give it a whirl, ma'am.

Just get me set up.

Do you reckon we're doing the right thing here?

Took these guys less than a day to track us down and send in a squad.

I don't wanna be looking over my shoulder the rest of my life.

I was talkin' more about Chetri.

You know, protecting her from this lot.

She's still part of the team.

Oi, it's me.

You're an assh*le, and you've kind of f*cked us.

CIA, NSA... all kinds of nasty stuff out there.

And the hardest part... I'm bloody proud of ya.

Made a tough decision, you stuck with it, and that takes some serious guts.

So I'm not here to make you change your mind.

Just want you to message me, tell me you're okay.

I know it's tough out there.

I worry about you.

It's me.

You're an assh*le, and you've kind of f*cked us.

It's not gonna work.

Studies show soldiers who go AWOL are less likely to reach out to former teammates due to feelings of guilt.

Bullshit.

There are stats to back it up.

Oh, yeah? You ever actually been in the field?

You ever had a buddy on your back, or you sit behind a monitor all day just jerking off?

Okay, I'm sensing some hostility here.

I apologize if all this... this technology is making you feel redundant.

Well, if we were redundant, you wouldn't have begged for our help.

Oh, Jesus. Tell me you're okay.

I know it's tough out there.

I worry about you.

It worked.

We have a trace. f*ck your statistics.

Café Capital, 15 minutes away.

We call the sh*ts on this one, and if I even get a hint of another plan of action going on...

We'll piggyback on your comms.

You're designated Alpha.

Attention Alpha and Bravo...

Sergeant Wyatt.

I am sorry for what was done.

You've been a good soldier for us.

That has not gone unappreciated.

Tango approaching subject locale.

Mark Weathercombe. File is up.

British Royal m*llitary Police, Special Investigations branch.

Clean record. No known flags.

Alpha Team, you're eight minutes out.

This is my identification.

This is a document which gives you immunity from any actions occurred or occurring from the information that you are sharing.

We could start with a hello.

You're blowing the whistle on illegal activities performed by both the British and American governments on foreign soil.

I presume pleasantries would be a waste of both our time.

So... no hello, then.

Okay.

Where is this hard drive you took?

Please, this hard drive.

I destroyed it.

I uploaded the contents to a secure cloud server.

Well, let's have a look.

See what we've got.

Alpha Team, six minutes out.

Copy that. Road is clear.

Sergeant Wyatt.

It's just you and me.

Now, I don't know what your team is planning, but I need that intel.

And if you bring it to me by any means necessary, then we'll wipe the slate clean and you can come on home.

What about my team?

I want guaranteed immunity for them.

Your team aren't really our concern.

They should be.

Under guidelines, standard procedures.

You've been embedded in a covert antiterrorist unit for some time now.

A certain level of paranoia is understandable.

We were f*cking lied to and made complicit in all of this.

Then let us take the burden, Lance Corporal.

Give us the information.

Um...

I just... I need a minute.

This is important.

Ma'am, we may have a problem.

The Capital Café closed two months ago.

What just happened?

All systems down.

Alpha, we are in the blind.

I repeat, we are...

Come in, over.

Anyone? Fortier, anyone copy?

Anybody?

You're right.

Maybe this... job has changed me.

More than I realize.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing.

Don't!

Just cooperate, please.

Who are you working for? They have photos of me.

I have a wife, a family. I had to do this.

Who is "they"?

You said you weren't gonna hurt her.

Come on! Come on!

Get me eyes back on. Right now!

sh*t.

Ma'am.

What? What is it?

Eyes on. This way.

No! Let go!

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Cover.

Take her!

No!

Novin!

No!

The car's rigged!

No!

We lost her!

I got us a place. Let's go.

Okay.

All right, let's regroup and try and work out what the f*ck just went on.

Hang on.

This is definitely a CIA joint?

Yeah, it definitely is.

I'm sure the Russians have Chetri.

Krasnyye Volki. The Red Wolves.

God only knows what they were doing there.

They're a covert off-books unit, tend to be recruited from within the penal system.

So I'm calling bullshit on the covert part.

A full-on firefight in the middle of the day.

They weren't even defending the exfil.

What, you think they were targeting us?

We've had the Americans, the British, the Albanians all out to get us.

Maybe they're feeling left out.

Holy sh*t, CIA ops room was hit as well.

Coming up the wire now. No survivors.

So either our people are really cleaning the f*cking house, or there's a link to the Red Wolves... the Russians making a play for the stolen intelligence.

Wyatt, how do you have access to a CIA safe house?

Entry codes, computer system.

Fortier gave me the information.

She gave me a comms device as well.

So what?

You didn't think to tell us?

I'm f*cking telling you now.

Well, is there anything else you wanna share?

Because if you're keeping things from us, then you're putting us in danger.

We're meant to be operating as a team here, Wyatt.

We haven't been a team since Mac d*ed, and the whole reason we're in this f*cking mess is because you told us not to obey an order and k*ll Zayef.

Because we deserve the truth.

Then you went and put a b*llet in his head, splattering the f*cking truth on the ground.

What are you suggesting?

Come on, Wyatt.

Look, I'm trying to look out for you here.

Then maybe you need to get your eyes checked, 'cause McAllister is dead, Chetri is gone.

Okay, you know what, you're getting a little animated.

Why don't you just take a breath?

Hey, f*ck you, I'm animated!

Five Americans just got wiped out.

All right, try it as an order then.

I don't take orders from you because we're not m*llitary anymore, remember?

We're f*cking blacklisted.

And anybody that could have got us off that list is dead.

Spencer is dead.

Fortier is dead!

Everybody is f*cking dead!

Last chance.

Somebody shoulda kicked your ass a long time ago.

Yeah, probably, but it wouldn't have been you.

Oi!

Oi, cut it out!

Boss!

The f*ck are you doing? Jesus Christ!

You want me to try again?

Just calm down!

I am f*cking calm!

I'm the only one acting like a professional here.

We have a soldier who's been grabbed, and you two wank-socks are too busy flailing your dicks around!

The death list is incomplete.

It wasn't a total wipe at the CIA.

Where's the other guy?

The f*ck was his name?

Nice shirt, bro.

Uh, thanks... bro.

Bruno Rodgers.

f*ck.

Wyatt, do you have access to CIA personnel files?

No, this is all the clearance they gave me.

How 'bout you? British m*llitary?

Still blacklisted.

Hang on, if Russia's involved, there is someone we could talk to.

Oh?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, she's out. I made a promise.

It's for Chetri, boss.

She'll understand.

It's me. Alexander?

Listen, I'm sorry.

We have a name we need checked out.

Do you still have contacts at the FIS?

Which would put me back on Russia's radar.

It's Chetri.

She's been grabbed.

And it's my life, Alexander.

You know, for a moment there when you called, I thought...

Yeah, I know, and I wouldn't unless...

We lost McAllister.

We're blacklisted, on the run.

Mac is dead?

Yeah.

Munich. After the att*ck.

Tell me what you need and give me ten minutes.

But after this, you can never contact me again, Alexander.

Do you understand?

I understand. Katrina...

Ten minutes.

Got a data packet from Zarkova.

If the analyst was a Russian embedded in the CIA, then he was most probably part of the covert kukushka program.

Russian for "cuckoo." Very cute.

She also gave us the location of the Zagreb Russian safe house.

Did you ask her where my f*cking postcard was?

Do you understand what we just did?

If her people think she's still alive, they will come after her, and they will k*ll her.

She just risked everything to help us.

So no postcard then?

There he is.

Third left.

All right, get to that safe house before they can extract her.

Wait a minute. Wait, wait.

Look at that. Right there.

Elena Stavokina?

You recognize her, right?

Arianna Demachi is a Russian agent.

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No, no!

Clear left. Clear right.

There was an att*ck on the CIA.

There was an att*ck on the CIA.

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Where? Where's our soldier, man?

Come on. Look at me, where is she?

Where'd they take her?

I s-swear, I didn't want to do it.

I didn't wanna do it.

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Almost five years.

But... but mainly passing information.

Nothing major, okay? I swear.

Nothing major, huh? No, no.

Nothing major until today.

There you go. There you go.

I got a directive this morning.

That's the job, right?

Yeah, man, that's the job.

Follow orders. Hey, we've all been there.

You get a command, and the biggest question you gotta ask yourself is can you live with the consequences?

Right, right.

Please, we need you to tell us where they've taken our soldier.

You know, I, um...

I heard talking, uh...

Vohon rendition site. Vohon.

Vohon rendition site. Thank you.

I'm not a bad guy. I'm not...

Really?

'Cause you just k*lled four people.

Four Americans who trusted you.

Trusted you with their lives

'cause they worked alongside you.

And you're not gonna get any f*cking sympathy from me.

Vohon rendition site.

Krasnaya Sloboda region of Crimea.

Officially closed down ten years ago.

Off-books, off-radar.

The kind of black site you don't come back from.

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Da.

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You get five seconds.

You get five seconds to be scared.

Hello.

You have Zayef Hajdari's hard drive.

We would like you to share that with us.

You're not one of them.

Those soldiers.

I know what that's like, to pretend to be someone else.

I'm...

I'm 3145...

8101.

Manisha Chetri.

Lance Corporal.

You're not Lance Corporal, though.

Not anymore. Are you?

I'm sorry, but I can't answer that question.

Of course. Stock answer.

Bedfordshire. Chicksands.

Stick to the training, hope for the best, right?

Sorry, but I can't answer that question.

I'm Foreign Intelligence Service.

Russian.

Why don't we make a deal?

I ask you a question, you ask me a question.

Sorry, but I ca...

"But I cannot answer that question," yes.

Manisha, if you don't cooperate, I'll send a man like that, a man who enjoys hurting people.

He's standing there hoping I fail so he can have his sh*t.

And this information... why do you want it?

Why do we want evidence that British and American intelligence agencies funded a t*rror1st to advance their own agenda?

You were going to blow the whistle anyway.

For a greater good.

And your country tried to k*ll you.

So is anyone really listening?

I'm 3145... Did you think your team were trying to rescue you back there?

Manisha Chetri. Lance Corporal.

They were sent to k*ll you. No.

You betrayed them.

I made a decision.

And what did you expect, a medal?

Look what our countries do to whistleblowers.

The truth... We hunt them.

Exile them. The truth...

Demonize them. Is what matters.

The truth is you will die here.

We are both trapped in this place.

But there is a way out.

I k*lled my son.

Moscow saw him as a liability, and either I did it, or they'd send a man who enjoys his work.

I know what loyalty is, and I know when it's a f*cking mistake.

But I had orders.

I think about what I did and what that makes me.

It makes you a f*cking monster.

And that was my flesh and blood.

So imagine what I would do to you if I had to.

I am very unhappy man.

You bring me trouble. After this, we're even.

Even? No, no, you pay.

We have no money.

You had money before.

Sorry, next time my sergeant steals from the Albanian mafia, I'll make sure he puts a little extra on top.

I told you I won that money playing poker.

I'm sorry, apparently he won it at poker.

Look on the bright side, mate.

It's a one-way trip to Crimea, and you'll never have to deal with us ever again.

But there's no runway in that region.

No safe landings, no bright side.

Just get us airborne.

We'll look after the rest.

We have a soldier in trouble.

You were m*llitary once.

You understand.

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One minute to the drop zone.

Wind velocity is 15 knots, blowing from the southwest.

Prepare for action. Good luck.

f*cking cupcakes, sir! Go!

Don't move.

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All that technical speak.

I imagine you're fluent.

It's why you were useful to the team.

But it's also why you were never one of them.

Ah, don't be brave.

Bravery is foolish.

If you're honest with us, I promise you you will walk away from this.

Ask yourself, who are you doing this for?

And is it worth dying over?

Good girl.

You asked who I was doing this for.

I don't know if you're... you're close to your parents.

I was brought up in the care of the state.

Oops.

Put my foot in it there.

Sorry about that.

So... my father then, as a student, he protested against the w*r.

Civil disobedience.

Sit-ins.

Nonviolent.

He even walked out of his engineering job when they got a m*llitary contract.

So for me to choose this job... this life...

The things that we do, it was a betrayal...

Of all he stood for.

We haven't spoken in, um...

Ten years now.

I told him he didn't understand.

That I was, uh, doing something good that would make a difference.

You were right.

I'm not like them.

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They have been a very bad influence on me, though.

Brave.

And foolish.

Undo it.

I can't.

Undo it.

Moving. Move.

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I will sh**t you.

When I said I can't, I meant it.

I made the failsafe one-way only in case something happened and I lost my nerve.

There's no way back.

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It's bulletproof!

Blow the door! Laying charges.

Clear.

sh*t!

And what would your father say now?

I think he'd tell you to go f*ck yourself.

No!

f*ck!

The place is locking down!

Novin, let's go!

Quick! f*ck.

Gas! Gas, gas!

Come on!

sh*t. Go, go!

Searchers are moving closer.

The three of us together is too much of a risk.

Wyatt.

Novin, you move east.

I'll track south.

We'll meet across the border, RV three, two days' time.

Copy.

Novin?

Novin!

What the f*ck was that?

First Mac.

Now Chetri.

Two days' time.

Two days. Okay.

Copy that.

Move!

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Oi! Get him!

Know what Russia, and what Arianna Demachi are planning.

They're using Arianna to take over the Albanian mafia.

I am about to suggest that we steal 250 million dollars from the Russians.

If you're fighting without a cause, then you're just another guy with a g*n.

We have a cause. McAllister, Chetri.

The only thing left is to take out Arianna Demachi.

You've been embedded in a covert, anti-t*rror1st unit for some time now.

We were f*cking lied to.

I've been complicit in all of this.

I was super excited because this was the first, sort of, proper fight sequence I had.

So exciting to rehearse that, and to actually have Chetri be a badass.

Don't!

We are meant to be operating as a team here, Wyatt.

We haven't been a team since Mac d*ed.

And the whole reason we're in this mess is because you told us not to obey an order and k*ll Zayef. What are you suggesting?

An idea that came to me over a beer, uh, after Mac's death...

I'm trying to look out for you here.

Then maybe you need to get your eyes checked, 'cause McAllister is dead.

There's just so many reasons for that fight to kick off.

You're getting a little animated, why don't you just take a breath.

Hey, f*ck you, I'm animated.

The American character, the quintessential British officer...

Last chance.

And when it did happen, and when Jack wrote it, I thought the timing was right.

Somebody should have kicked your ass a long time ago.

One of the silliest fights you'll ever see on Strike Back.

But it's like a brothers fight.

And so he pulls my beard, so I bite his finger.

I didn't get to see much of it, because I had to play the whole computer thing... because the computer girl's gone.

And I could just see things in the peripheral.

And it was really hard to keep a straight face.

It was really funny.

Calm down! I am f*cking calm!

Ask yourself, who are you doing this for?

And is it worth dying over?

We never intended to k*ll Chetri.

Then I was sitting there, writing the scene where she's in the room with Arianna...

You're right, I'm not like them.

...and I suddenly realized, oh my God, she's not gonna make it out.

They have been a very bad influence on me, though.

No one was expecting it. I really wasn't expecting it.

Undo it. I can't.

Varada got a message that... that me and Nuala, the producer, wanted to speak to her on the phone.

You know you're in trouble when the showrunner and producer both want to talk to you on the phone at the same time.

"Hey, V. "How are you doing?"

"You know, we really tried.

We really didn't want Chetri to die."

And I said to V, endings are very important moments in any story.

And if you end at the climax...

You're getting the most use out of the character.

V was really good about it.

You know, all she wanted was a good exit.

She didn't want to go down crying.

I will sh**t you.

When I said I can't... I meant it.

She preferably wanted to go down with a curse word.

We tried to give her that.

And what would your father say now?

I think he'd tell you to go f*ck yourself.

It's not one anyone liked.

She's not one anyone wants to go.

That's Chetri.

Who would want to do that to Chetri?

I'm just happy I made it almost to the end.