Strike Back

Lauren Gillespie, DEA. I hear you're looking for a package.

Jean-Baptiste Zaza. Notorious warlord.

- This guy, Dagon Sao. - Zaza's number two.

Grab the number two. Bring him in.

I need a favor. Dagon. It'd be good if you eliminated him.

I'm not your guy.

I got your file. Task force 18.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the one you're giving the location of the nukes to.

Zaza's selling them. Deal's going down tomorrow night.

We're supposed to take him in alive, mate.

I didn't have a choice.

What's the deal with you and Wyatt?

You got files on his previous job.

Zaza, he's expecting an arms broker,

so we send him one. Novin, you'll be taking her place.

Who's that man watching us?

We've been compromised. Go in noisy.

The game is over!

Run! Now!

- Let's grab a bike. - Or a plane?

Contact.

Come on, come on.

No, oh.

What was it?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Slight engine failure.

It'll have to be the bloody river.

Okay, I can do this.

"You can do this"? What?

You have landed a plane before?

Yeah, I was more the copilot, slash-passenger.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, you might want to hold on to something there.

Ha! Whoo!

I've always wanted to fly a plane!

Well, you could have at least landed closer to shore.

What?

It's okay, we can swim. Yeah.

We need to find a vehicle.

Get this intel to the RV.

Maybe this one.

Maybe not.

Zaza, this is what we have

from the cameras around the town.

They're headed into the jungle.

The sea plane turned west.

And these two might be still active in Changzou.

Get the word out.

A price on their head.

Nowhere to hide.

I want them dead.

Mm-hmm.

Real good shortcut, McAllister.

Yeah, we're fucked.

How many?

Three.

Four.

Armed.

Searching.

Coming this way.

You think the others made it out?

I think we need to get moving.

Ammo check. Mag and a half.

Yeah, I got about the same.

You know, I'm starting to think that pissing off a warlord

wasn't the smartest thing we've done.

Yeah, no shit.

Dead zone.

All right, so we need to get to open ground

and reestablish contact.

Keep quiet, keep moving.

Great.

Miles of jungle, cartel on our ass,

and McAllister acting all weird with me for no goddamn reason.

First time we met, do you remember what you said to me?

I believe I called you an asshole.

You told me not to shoot the Libyan soldiers.

Said they were just doing their job.

You were annoying, but you were right.

That's the kind of guy you were.

"Were"?

What the hell does that mean?

Blindfolded.

Classic gangland execution.

No burial. Fucking brutal.

Well, at least we know what to expect

when Zaza catches up with us.

Still nothing.

Hey.

Did Dagon draw on you?

Is this the fucking

"left-handed right-handed" thing again?

No, it's the "Gillespie having files

on your time in Task Force 18" thing.

Telling you to drop it.

Did he draw on you?

You said you didn't have a choice.

I already told you that, Mac.

Yes, he fucking did.

You know, I believe you less this time.

You've seen Dagon's rap sheet.

You've seen what he's done.

What fucking difference does it make?

The difference is I think you're hiding something,

so just tell me the truth.

You're the one that drove us into the jungle,

and now you're getting twitchy because

you can't admit that you screwed up.

Get out of my face, Wyatt.

I mean it. Oh, yeah?

Get down.

Skull mask about 20 feet behind you.

Can you get the drop on him?

Can't fire, tell everyone in the jungle where we are.

Yeah, I got this.

Drop it.

Don't fuck with me, man. Drop it.

Excuse me?

It's okay, we're friendly.

You speak English?

Mm.

We need a telephone or a radio.

Not coming?

Telephone.

Hello.

How are you?

Thank you. That's great, thanks.

Uh, it's a private call.

Can I...

Yeah? Thank you.

Yeah.

What happen?

What? Oh, no, this?

No, nothing. It's a scratch.

Scratch gets infected.

Swells up.

Next you know...

One-armed man.

Thank you.

Here.

Medicine.

Oh, shit.

You make this stuff here? It's nasty.

Yeah, first drink bad.

Second drink better.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Local police are taking two white females

to a Myanmar prison.

Seriously, bravos three and four?

Are you sure?

Chetri is looking into it now.

She'll provide you with the prison grid reference.

If you can make it there, it would be much appreciated.

Married.

20 years.

20 years? Congratulations.

You know, I met my wife in a bar on a Friday night.

- Mm-hmm? - It was happy hour.

We got married like a... like a week and a half later.

I have the prison coordinates for you.

Ready? Give it to me.

98.9, 17.4.

What if I can't extract them?

They've got the intel with the nuke location.

You worry about bravos three and four.

I have a contingency.

Someone who might know where the devices are.

Going to meet them now.

I was pretty much deployed straightaway, so...

You miss her?

Copy that, we'll find wheels and get moving.

Oh, fuck me.

Boss, we might have a situation.

Yeah, of course I miss her.

I miss the guy I should have been.

Hands where I can see them.

- The hell are you doing? - They're with Zaza.

Mac, put the weapon down. They're good people, trust me.

Put your hands down.

- Really? - Yeah.

Skull mask in there and a submachine gun.

You, go in hut to hut

rounding up everyone in this village.

Mac, put the fucking weapon down, now.

The fuck are you playing at?

Please, please. We mean no harm.

Last time, mate, hands where I can see them.

And you, get that fucking weapon down before I make you.

Task Force 18. That's what you wanted, right?

It was a spec-ops unit in Iraq.

Got hit by an IED.

Tracked the bad guys back to a local village,

shooting anyone that got in their way.

And I mean fucking anyone.

Wyatt, I mean it.

It ended up just like this, man.

Me with a weapon pointed on my best buddy.

Only that time, I pulled the fucking trigger.

So, please.