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Previously on
Strike Back...

You going somewhere?

I can't do this anymore.

What's that?

It's a list of my
requirements if I'm gonna

come work for Section 20.

Work for Section 20?

Me and your boy saved the
lives of all those hostages.

That hotel would have gone up in
flames if it weren't for us!

The is the man that
we think is Latif?

This man is Abasi Sawalha.

Latif outmaneuvered us all.

You will tell me everything
I need to know.

You were brought in
to identify Latif,

a man whom it turned out
you'd never even seen.

If Latif, connects back to
what happened to me in Iraq.

You don't want to prove all
this just to end up with a

bullet in your brain, do you?

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE CONTINUES)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Confirming targets.

GRANT: We've got you.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Target one confirmed.
Move in.

GRANT: (OVER RADIO) I repeat,
target one confirmed.

(WHISPERING) What
the fuck is going on?

I'm standing out like
a dildo in Disneyland.

STONEBRIDGE: (OVER RADIO)
Hold your position. Sierra one, camera up.

We see you.

STONEBRIDGE: Target
one is approaching.

GRANT: Target one, Beruti
Lefu. South African national.

Middle-ranking
underworld player.

Seen here with a known
contact of... Latif.

SCOTT: (ON RADIO) Okay, got
eyes on the "Three Stooges."

Looks like they got to
where they're going.

He's hired muscle and
he's on the move.

I want you up there.

I want to know what
he's carrying.

But, most of all, I want
to know who he's meeting.

(AFRICAN MUSIC PLAYS)

(BRIEFCASE CLICKS OPEN)

GRANT: Status?

Sierra in position.

Kilo in position.

Delta in position.
Hey, who are you talking to?

STONEBRIDGE: All right,
let's move in three...two...

Who are you talking to?

No one, buddy, no one.
Just keep cooking, huh?

What the hell is that?
Who are you talking to?

SCOTT: Not now,
buddy, not now, huh?

What the fuck?

MAN: Who are you talking to?
God!

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING) You're
talking to God?

That's fucking funny, huh?

MAN: (YELLING) Hey God!
He's talking to you.

(MAN CONTINUES
LAUGHING LOUDLY)

Hey, God, the American
is talking to God!

Hey, shh, shh...
Come on.

Shoosh?
Yeah.

(LAUGHS) Ahh! Ahh!

(MAN ON STREET
SCREAMS INDISTINCTLY)

Do you hear that?

Yeah, let's go!

Target visual!

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

MARSHALL: (ON RADIO)
Targets on the move!

Capture. Do not kill.
Repeat, capture, do not kill.

(BONES BREAKING)
(SCREAMING)

Fuck!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(AFRICAN MUSIC
CONTINUES PLAYING)

Fuck!

(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

STONEBRIDGE: Stop!
Put the gun down!

STONEBRIDGE: Shit.

GRANT: (ON RADIO)
Give me status.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

GRANT: Confirm.
Target is alive.

Is he alive? Confirm.

Is he alive?

Shit. Target two is down.

I repeat, target two is down.

(AFRICAN MUSIC PLAYING)

(THROWS BRIEFCASE OPEN)
Shit!

(DOG BARKING)
(BABY CRYING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

Stay down!

(GUN FIRES)

For fuck sake.
Capture, not kill.

(LAUGHS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

♪ Strike Back 02x03 ♪
Episode 3
Original Air Date on August 26, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

REPORTER: This is
eyewitness news.

REPORTER: A cloudy start for
the day, but clear skies are

expected to revert later.

Cape town...

(REPORTER CONTINUES
REPORTING THE WEATHER)

GUARD 1: Are we
good to go, Viho?

(LAUGHS) Yep. Let's
hit the road.

(DOOR LOCKS)

GUARD: All doors locked,
sealed, and secured.

Unit 71, travelling.

Okay, you are free to go.

Roll, Jedi.

(WHISTLES)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

MARSHALL: You'd
better hope he talks.

STONEBRIDGE:
If I hadn't taken him out,

he would've killed you.

He only got that
chance because of you.

I don't need you rushing
to my assistance, Sergeant.

Okay.

You end up killing two of the men
we're supposed to bring in.

Threatening our
only lead to Latif.

MARSHALL: If it hadn't
been for Scott...

Talking about me again?

GRANT: Well?

He's the muscle, the
petty thief from Soweto.

We're not being held
up by a common criminal.

GRANT: Right, with me.

Yes, Ma'am.

Now, let me make this clear.

Whoever it is you're
most afraid of right

now is nothing...

Compared to me.

GRANT: All right.
He's got good family?

Yeah. You've got a
mother...got a father...

And two sisters.

Right. Find them.
Bring them in. Leave no trace.

SINCLAIR: Yes, Ma'am.
CAPTOR: Wait!

I don't know who the man
is we were going to see.

CAPTOR: I didn't see his face.

What was in the case? Hmm?

What was in the case?

Look, what happened out there,
happened because of us.

There is no "us."
Kate...

Michael, you made your
feelings perfectly clear.

When we're out there, you
can treat me as a soldier.

GRANT: He sold route maps
for an armored truck company.

Get them all on the phone!

I want every truck, every driver,
stopped and secured, now!

This isn't where
my dad lives.

Don't you worry, lad. You'll
see your dad soon enough.

(TRUCK SCREECHES)

DRIVER: Terry...

Jeff, that's my boy.

Jeff, that's my son.

DRIVER: Terry, what the fuck?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(DOORS OPEN AND SHUT)

(COCKS GUN)

(SPRAY-PAINTING)

MAN OVER RADIO:
Unit 71, state your position.

If we go out there,
we are dead.

This is command control...
JEFF: Understand?

Come in, over.
Jeff, that's my boy.

You understand?
That's my fucking boy!

MAN ON RADIO: This
is command control...

Unit 71. Come in, over...
Unit 71? Please respond.

I'm picking that up...

You can't pick that up, Jeff.

Unit 71, please respond.

That's my boy!
This is command control!

Please, state your
position, over.

State your position, Unit 71.

Unit 71, state your
position, over...

Jeff!
(GUN FIRES)

(CRYING) Jeff, fuck man!

Unit 71, please,
come in, over.

DRIVER: Oh!

Fuck.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Yeah, listen to your dad.
Come over here for a moment.

Hey. Hey, where are
you taking my son?

DRIVER: Take me.
CONNOLLY: Stay there.

Where are you taking him, sir?

CONNOLLY: I want you
to look at the trees.

You see the way they
bend in the wind?

I want you to watch the
shapes that they make. Okay?

Please...

That's a fine boy
you have there.

(GUN FIRES)

CONNOLLY: Go.

(BOMBS EXPLODE)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

CONNOLLY: Come on,
Hugo! Come on, let's go!

(DEVICE BEEPS OFF)

CONNOLLY: Hugo, move! Hugo!
(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

(SCREAMING)
CONNOLLY: Aw, fuck me!

CONNOLLY: For fuck's sake.

(SWORD SCRAPING)

Take his hands off. Put a
bullet through his teeth.

(GUN FIRES)
(TERRY GASPS)

(SWORD SCRAPES)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(REPORTER TALKS ON RADIO)
GRANT: How did we miss this?

A call did go out. The robbery
was already in progress.

All three guards were shot.

What's strange is that
no money was taken.

What about the other guy?

Shot, hands severed, jaw
blown to pieces, presumably...

To hide his identity, yeah.

Well, the only survivor
was the little boy.

Son of one of the dead guards.
He was abducted near his

home earlier in the afternoon.

Jesus...

The CCTV in the back of
the van was sprayed...

But we've managed to
reconfigure some of the images

captured just beforehand.

(COMPUTER SCANNING)
(REPORTER TALKS ON RADIO)

Daniel Connolly.

SINCLAIR: Hardcore IRA.

The Good Friday Agreement
put him on the run.

SINCLAIR: Kosovo, Chechnya...

Now, he touts himself around
as some kind of mercenary.

All right, there was something
else on that van.

I want to know what it was.

This is not about money.
This is about hate.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(MOANING)
(GROANING)

(MOANING CONTINUES)

(LOUD MOANING)

(GRUNTING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

What's the matter?

Tell me.

I had a dream last night.

I was a boy, back at my
mother's old house.

You could smell the chips
frying in the kitchen.

And the creaky floorboard, on
the bottom step.

I came down the stairs
and opened the front door.

Someone was standing there...

Someone I knew.

Yeah?

They'd come to kill me.

(WHISPERS) To kill me...

Teague!

So?

Hugo downloaded the
files, before he got shot.

We're going visiting.

But Daniel, the data's no
good to us without a hacker.

We don't have Hugo.

Well, there's another
Hugo coming.

(COMPUTER SCANNING)

Hey.

What you got there?

MURPHY: What have I got?

Yeah.

That, Sergeant, is a
future-proof, impenetrable

encryption data storage unit.

Wow.
Mmm-hmm.

You know, in my experience,
nothing is impenetrable...

We know it wasn't money, they
were after, so what was it?

Data, on the
encryption device.

What kind of data?

Well, that we don't know.

Different units belong
to various organizations.

But, somehow, I doubt they
were interested in the payroll

for the Cape Town ballet,

or the University's
annual accounts.

They might just
be interested

in the security protocols
of a major defense contractor.

ATAT Systems.

GRANT: Who's the main
man here, in Cape Town?

SINCLAIR: Kenneth Bratton.

Did you say, "Bratton"?
SINCLAIR: Yeah.

You have our
attention, Sergeant.

Chemical weapons
guy. Latif.

Could be something.

(OPERA MUSIC BLASTS
ON CAR RADIO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

CONNOLLY: Mr. Bratton.

Who are you people?
How did you get in here?

(SCREAMING AND YELLING)

BOY: (ON VIDEO) Hi, Mom.

CONNOLLY: Lovely family, Ken.

BRATTON: What have
you done with them?

They're fine.
They'll be fine.

What do you want?

Oh, I think you know
exactly what I want.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(DISTORTED CHILDREN'S
LAUGHTER)

You know Bratton was captured
by the Republican Guard in Iraq?

And, that, John Porter...
John Porter got him out.

In February, 2003. No
weapons designer should have

been anywhere near there.

And that was about the
same time Scott was booted

out of Delta Force.

What if there's a connection?

The man that got shot in
the face at the heist...

May have been Hugo Lynch.

A computer hacker that
worked with Connolly.

Why?

Because a new computer
hacker just came to town.

An American know
as Julian Buckley.

Wanted for cleaning
out the United Bank of

Ireland two years ago.

And he's been flagged?

Mmm-hmm. By Interpol.

In from Kinshasa. Paid for
his ticket in cash two

hours before the flight.

And you think he's a
replacement for Lynch?

I think it's a
possibility, Colonel.

I've tracked his hire
car to an address in

the Bo-Kaap area.

Colonel, I'd like to
volunteer to talk to Bratton.

Volunteer?
Yes, Ma'am.

No. Stonebridge?

GRANT: All right, I need you
guys out in the field.

Finally.

You're gonna be tracking a
man called Buckley.

Sergeant Richmond
will brief you.

I need you to go and see Bratton.
Okay.

All right? Kid gloves.

You have your orders.

(CHURCH BELLS CHIMING)

(RADIO PLAYS)

You know, I'm the one that
should be talking to Bratton.

Now's not the time.

Now's not the time.

Well, let me remind you
of something, buddy.

I'm the guy that got
kicked out of the army for

something that I did not do...

And pricks like Bratton are
out there playing, "Hide the

fucking chemical weapons."

You don't know that.

I do know that.

There's something else
I know. I got screwed

over in Iraq, by someone.

I wanna find them.
I wanna kill them.

I thought you were with
me on that one?

Yeah, I just think, maybe,

you're letting your personal life
get in the way of this mission.

Personal life?

That's fucking funny,
coming from you.

What are you talking about?

I'll tell you what I'm
talking about, Michael.

If you wanna play hide
the sausage with Kate...

Oh, that's genius
coming from you!

You have no fucking clue
what you're talking about.

Prick.

Asshole.

That's him.

I've never been so glad to
see a terrorist in my life.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

MARSHALL: Thank you for
seeing me so quickly.

BRATTON: It's fine.

I know the British
High Commission...

Isn't in the business of
wasting people's time.

BRATTON: And you're
here as a...?

Criminal Intelligence liaison
with the South African police.

Right.

Uh, Miss Marshall,
this is Darin Morgan.

Pleasure.

You're with ATAT?

He's our military consultant.

Just oiling the
wheels, that's all.

If you'd like to
come through...

Thank you for your concern.

As a result of the robbery...

I've already requested
that our security codes

are changed immediately.

Well, if I can advise
you, sir, I do think you

need to be careful.

Of course.

Have you had any
contact with this man?

No. Who is he?

His name is Daniel Connolly.

We believe he may be allied
with a terrorist called Latif.

He's the one who attacked
the hotel in India.

His stated aim is to attack
the West with a weapon of

mass destruction.

(SCOFFS) Well, he's looking
in the wrong place.

We design weapon systems here
but we don't house them.

That would be against
South African law. And

we're very scrupulous.

Your family not around?

No, school holidays.
They're at our beach house.

Sounds nice.

Hmm. Yeah, it is.

BRATTON: I appreciate the
offer, but really my security

is more than adequate.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

MARSHALL: I understand you were
in Iraq, before the invasion.

Yeah, that's right.

Doing what, might I ask?

I was asked to report on
Saddam's weapons stock.

Which was non-existent?

Well, he fooled
cleverer men than me.

It's my card.

Thank you.

She's military.
What did she want?

Uh, something about the,
uh, bank job robbery.

And, what's that got
to do with Iraq?

I don't know.

Let me speak to a
contact in Whitehall.

I'll find out where she's
from and get them to back off.

MORGAN: We don't want
any trouble, Ken.

(CARS HONKING)

What the fuck is going on?

(PEOPLE YELLING)

Fuck, I think he made us.

No, he didn't make us.

Shit. He made us.
Move, move, move!

Go around, buddy!

Move, move!
(YELLING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Stop! Stop!

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

SCOTT: Stay down!
Stay down, now!

Stay down! Fuck!

(PEOPLE YELLING)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
SCOTT: Fuck!

Someone call an ambulance!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)

MAN: Get down!

(SIREN WAILS)

SCOTT: Move, fucking move!

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

SCOTT: Fucker!

(DRILLING)

Get out of the way!

CONSTRUCTION WORKER: What
the fuck are you doing, man?

(GUNSHOT FIRES)
(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

Michael, get a medic!

(PHONE RINGING)
Fuck!

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(PHONE BEEPS ON)
Yeah?

You were supposed to
call 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, I'm here now, huh.

TEAGUE: (ON PHONE)
The Kimberly Hotel.

Be there in 10 minutes, no
weapons, or the deal's off.

SCOTT: Kimberly Hotel,
10 minutes, got it.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

SCOTT: Don't worry about that.
Come on, come on, come on.

(RADIOS CHATTERING)
GRANT: Bring that up.

Colonel Grant, you
wanted to speak to me?

When you met with Kenneth
Bratton did you, at any point,

intimate that he was lying?

Certainly not. Although
I'm fairly certain he was.

Well, he's put in a
complaint about you,

and wants you to back off.

What does the
Ministry say?

Well, they're all
twitchy aren't they?

ATAT's one of the
largest publicly-traded

companies in the U.K.

Yes, and Connolly
is targeting them.

He should be as concerned
about that as we are.

Then, why isn't he?

Excuse me. Stonebridge and Scott
need to speak to you urgently.

STONEBRIDGE: (ON PHONE)
Colonel, Buckley's down...

And Scott's going
to take his identity.

Run that by me, again.

Scott took a call
on Buckley's phone.

Yeah, the bloke heard
an American accent,

must've thought
it was Buckley.

Yeah, 'cause we all
sound the same, right?

And you're seriously
suggesting Scott goes in

there as Buckley, unarmed?

That's right. The only thing is,
he has 10 minutes to get there.

How do we know Connolly
won't recognize Buckley?

He had half a torn playing
card, in his pocket.

We just don't think he will.

There's also the fact that
Buckley's an expert hacker.

What's she saying?

Well, I can brief
him in Cyber Ops.

In ten minutes?
On the phone?

Well, the alternative is
we surround the building.

Bring his contact in
for interrogation.

Yeah, but if we do that,
Connolly's in the wind.

Put Scott on.

Scott.

Yeah?

I want you to listen
to me very carefully.

Yeah, I'm listening.

Patch this through.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(SPEAKING INAUDIBLY)

No, Colonel, I've got
his file in my hand.

(SPEAKING INAUDIBLY
THROUGHOUT)

It's a green light, buddy.

CONNOLLY: And she's
Irish, is she?

BRATTON: Kate Marshall.
Captain Kate Marshall.

She's British Army
intelligence.

Darling, you should
be ashamed of yourself.

We have a contact at the
Ministry of Defense in London.

She's assigned to some special
tactical unit. Led by...

Colonel Eleanor Grant.

BRATTON: Look, I'm telling
you everything I know.

I'm cooperating
with you completely.

I just want to know that my
family are going to be safe.

This'll soon be over, Ken.

I have a good
feeling about this.

It's all going
to end perfectly.

We're late.

Yeah, well...

He doesn't show up, I'll
just have myself a drink.

If I hear gunfire,
I'll come help.

Don't worry yourself, buddy.
You hear gunfire, I'll be dead.

Here, that's mine.

I got Buckley's.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYS)

Can I grab a Laphroaig
on the rocks, please?

BARTENDER: La-what?

Laphroaig, uh...

Just give him a scotch. Neat.

SCOTT: Thanks, what
are you drinking?

Same.

Can you make that two?

SCOTT: Fuck me, that taste like...
Shite. Yeah.

Everything here is.

Well, I don't
know about that.

Quite a lovely Irish
accent going on, huh?

Thank you.

You, uh, you
meeting someone?

Yeah. You.

There's a room upstairs.

Want to see it?

(MOANS)

Take your clothes off.

What's the matter?

I'm just wondering whether
you're going to fuck me or kill me.

Take them off, and
you'll find out.

What about you?

Good things come
to those who wait.

Is that a promise?

Well?

Turn around.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Do I get the part?

You sure do.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Who's that?
A friend.

I love a threesome.

That's not the kind of
threesome I was talking about.

What's wrong? Not
pretty enough for you?

Fuck, no! Ahh...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Shit.

(SILENCES PHONE)

(PHONE RINGS AGAIN)

(SILENCES PHONE)

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYS)

I'm looking for a friend
of mine. Big guy. American.

Upstairs.

(BANGING OUTSIDE)

(VAN DOOR CLOSES)

STONEBRIDGE: (ON COMMS)
Scott's been taken, I'm in pursuit.

Charlie one is a gray-panel
van heading north.

Checking coordinates.

Bringing you onto visual.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

We've got you.

GRANT: Zero one, do you
have eyes on the van?

Negative, I have no
visual of Charlie one.

We're trying to track
Scott by his cell phone.

That's not gonna work! Scott
gave me his cell phone!

He took Buckley's with him.

STONEBRIDGE: (ON COMMS)
I have two exits up ahead.

Muizenberg or the airport?

Julia, do you hear me?
Muizenberg or airport?

MURPHY: Satellite locked
on Charlie one. Switching.

Two exits there. Which one?
Muizenberg or the airport? Talk to me.

MURPHY: Exit 26.
Muizenberg.

You've got them. They're right
there with you. Right there!

STONEBRIDGE: Shit!

STONEBRIDGE: Charlie one
is in the wind. I repeat,

Charlie one is in the wind.

Shit.

(SATELLITE TURNS OFF)

MURPHY: Satellite
uplink's been lost.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

The accepted wisdom is that,
whoever's in charge in Egypt...

In Libya, wherever, there's
always opportunities.

MORGAN: My enemy's
enemy is my friend.

Should be our
company motto.

You all right
there, Ken?

Of course.

"My enemy's enemy
is my friend."

If there was a problem,
you'd tell me, right?

You'd be the first.

(DISTORTED BREATHING)

CONNOLLY: Mr. Buckley,
I presume.

I liked her welcome
much better.

You were late.

I was followed.

Oh yeah? By who?

How the fuck should I know?

See, the thing is...

I have a unit of British military
intelligence looking for me.

Section 20...

Good for you.

It's headed by a woman
called Eleanor Grant.

Do you know her?

No. I don't know her.

See, back in the day,
she used to send

pricks just like you...

To kill me.

Do you want my fucking
services or not?

Oh, yes, I do,
very much.

But you're not
Julian Buckley.

You're a fucking liar.

And fucking liars like you
all get the same treatment...

(TURNS ON BOMB)

(BOMB BEEPING DOWN)

Fuck. Fuck.

(BOMB CONTINUES BEEPING)

Fuck you!

Last coordinates were down
in the valley. Laurensford.

It's farm country.

All right, it's open country,
proceed with caution.

GRANT: Do you understand?

STONEBRIDGE: (ON COMMS)
Roger that.

Shit.

(BOMB CONTINUES BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

Fuck. Shit.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Eyes on Charlie One.

Fuck me!

(BOMB CONTINUES BEEPING)

(BEEPS PHONE ON)

(CRYING)

(TURNS OFF PHONE)

Stonebridge, report.

Fuck.

(BEEPING)
(SCREAMING)

Fuck!

Fuck you! Fuck!

Fucking...!

Sergeant, report!

Fuck you!

That was Scott.

(BEEPING QUICKENS)

I'm going in.

Jesus!

STONEBRIDGE: Fuck.

(HEAVY BREATHING OVER SPEAKER)

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

== sync, corrected by elderman ==