Strike Back

- ETA two mikes. - Copy that.

Zero from Alpha One. Two mikes out.

How's it looking on the ground? We still good to go?

Stand by, Alpha Team.

All clear on the ground?

Roger that, all clear, sir.

Right, solid copy on that.

Intelligence are giving the all clear.

Our Syrian friends are standing by with the prisoner.

Pick up Idrisi and get out of there.

No fuss, no noise.

No one will know we were ever there.

Roger that.

Don't say it.

I'm not saying anything, Sarge.

Jesus! There he is! Omair Idrisi.

The Syrians have been vetted, right?

The Major says checked and double-checked.

I don't know why they can't just keep him locked up.

Major wants us to deliver him to the Yanks,

that's what we do.

All right, lads. Look sharp.

Let's go.

Doyle, with me.

Captain. Ready?

If you are. He's all yours.

Zero from Alpha One. Receiving the package, over.

Let the Americans know we've got him.

Yeah, go on.

- Doyle? - Right with you, mate.

Let's pick up the pace a bit, lads!

Incoming!

Contact!

Zero from Alpha One!

Under heavy fire! Need air support!

Find me some assets in the area. Now!

Alpha One, get Idrisi out of there.

Do not lose the prisoner.

Idrisi is the priority.

Shit! Tangos incoming!

- Get back! Get back to the helo! - Shit.

Helo's down! I repeat, helo's down!

Doyle, we need to get another vehicle! Eleven o'clock!

- Doyle, move! - Yes, Sarge!

This way!

Go, go!

Changing!

Incoming!

Alpha... Send sitrep.

Air support inbound.

Three mikes.

Alpha One, what's your situation?

Report!

Repeat, what's your situation?

Repeat!

Today is not your day to die, habibi.

You said the Syrian security had been thoroughly checked!

To the best of our knowledge.

Idrisi had men on the inside.

We all knew the mission carried certain risks.

My men are dead, sir!

Because your people didn't do their fucking job!

Careful who you blame, Sergeant McAllister.

You're responsible for your men. You were the man in the field.

Get off me!

Settle. Come on, come on.

Four months.

You are angry with me.

You said you'd only be a day.

I got held up.

There was traffic.

But...

I knew you could find a way to get me out.

And was there fire?

Was there death?

And there will be more.

There will be so much more.

Nice room.

Should've asked for one with a view.

Colonel Adeena Donovan.

I've been wanting to meet you for a while.

Yeah, I hear I'm a popular guy.

Well, I like the wild ones.

Have they set a date for the court-martial yet?

Monday.

Seems a shame to end a promising career over one punch.

He deserved it.

Off the record, I agree.

Intel was bad, security was lax.

The team deserved better.

I've been tasked with cleaning up the fallout.

Not much I can tell you.

They knew we were coming, and they hit us hard.

I'm not here to interview you, Sergeant McAllister.

I'm here to recruit.

Have you heard of the Section initiative?

Sure.

They were the people you'd send in to do the dirty jobs

that could later be denied.

I prefer covert military intelligence and counter terrorism.

Dangerous soldiers for dangerous missions.

I thought the Sections had been shuttered after what happened with 20.

They had.

But it's my feeling that Omair Idrisi

isn't gonna be stopped by conventional means.

I'm assembling a team to take him down.

There's a JSOC operator in Libya

who was digging into Idrisi. He's gone dark.

I need someone to find and rendezvous with him.

But more than that, I need a weapon.

I like that you're angry,

that you want payback.

I'm giving you that chance.

- Are you in? - What do you think?

General Farid.

Mr. Richard Stevenson.

- "Stevenson." - Stevenson.

Yeah. No, no.

No, see, that's not me.

My name is Wyatt.

Sergeant Samuel Wyatt.

U.S. military. Joint Special Operations.

You told my men you were an arms dealer.

That's because I thought they were working for Omair Idrisi.

You see the irony, right?

I mean, I'm undercover, they're undercover.

So we contact your military.

See if this story of yours checks out.

No, no, no. Wait! Wait! Wait!

You could, but they're just gonna say they've never heard of me.

It was a deniable op.

Your own people won't vouch for you?

Yeah, that's kind of what deniable means.

Oh.

Maybe you are an arms dealer.

We will find out the truth.

One way or another.

Come on. Come on! Come on!

The base belongs to a rogue faction

of the Libyan National Army

run by one General Ajeeb Farid.

Technically, they're friendly,

although I use that term in the loosest sense.

So I shouldn't knock on the door and ask

if Sergeant Wyatt can come out to play?

Inadvisable. Wyatt's CO has confirmed he was on a deniable op,

posing as an arms dealer.

Farid runs a zero-tolerance policy on insurgent activity

and anyone who aids it,

which means Wyatt's time's running out fast.

Backup?

Closest QRF is a few hours away.

I chose you for a reason, McAllister. Get Wyatt out.

And try not to leave a body count.

Fuck!

With Gaddafi gone, we were promised a new dawn.

But it is still dark, and we still wait.

Tribal militias, jihadist groups.

My country is a war zone,

fueled by men like you.

And I told you, that's just a front!

I heard that Omair Idrisi was trying to buy heavy-duty goods.

I was just trying to draw him out.

Tell me about Khalid.

I don't know Khalid!

- About the money. - What fucking money?

No, no! No!

My name is Sergeant Samuel Wyatt!

We both want the same thing. You know that, right?

We both want to stop Omair Idrisi before it's too late.

Do you fear death?

Every living thing is programmed to fear death.

You know that, right?

It's a survival mechanism.

Let's just suppose for a second that I am telling the truth,

that I am U.S. military.

You think they'll let this shit lie?

They'll come after you with every fucking thing they've got.

You told me this was a deniable operation.

No one knows you're here.

Then drown me.

Or we can work together to stop Idrisi.

Wyatt?

Yeah, who's asking?

McAllister.

What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

It looks to me like you're kind of screwing up my op.

Yeah, I'm here to get you out.

I've got everything under control, thank you.

Doesn't look like that to me.

Farid was about to tell me everything.

No, don't kill him! Don't kill him!

They're good soldiers!

They're fighting for a country that we kind of fucked over!

Why don't we all just join hands and sing Kumbaya?

Hey, I'd be up for that if someone hadn't come in here

and started blowing the shit out of everything.

Where the hell's the rest of your team?