Strike Back s07e01 Episode Script
Revolution: Episode 1
1 [engine revving.]
[dramatic music.]
[distant sirens wailing.]
Come on.
[line trilling.]
[phone ringing.]
[laughs softly.]
[phone continues ringing.]
This is Novin.
You know the drill.
[voicemail beeps.]
Hi, Gracie.
It's me, Zoe.
Something's come up.
I could really use your advice.
Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, but I don't know who to trust.
So if you'd call me back, please.
[overlapping chatter.]
[man singing in foreign language.]
Are you planning to sing? [tense music.]
Guess that's a no, then.
I didn't think you'd show.
I only came here to warn you to stay away.
This is Russian business.
I know why you're here, what you're looking for.
If we pool our intel, work together - What are you, a private? - Lance Corporal.
Let me make it clear.
We do not work with the West.
Not now, not ever.
Captain Sarkova, you know what's at stake here.
I will not tell you again.
[speaking Russian.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[dramatic music.]
[sighs.]
[suspenseful music.]
[tape tearing.]
- [grunts.]
- [screams.]
[hollers.]
[both grunting, shouting.]
- [hollers.]
- [screams.]
[gasps, groans.]
- [flesh squelches.]
- [groaning.]
[sinister music.]
[groans.]
Please.
- [gunshot.]
- [grunts.]
[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now And doin' 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 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 Stovepipe jam, AKA the smokestack.
After you have fired a round, the empty casing fails to clear the ejection port, gets trapped by the returning slide, and it sticks up like so, like a little smokestack.
Hence the name.
All right, any questions? Anybody? Anything at all? Anything at all.
[soft dramatic music.]
All right.
Uh [car door slams.]
Give me a minute.
You guys are just in time for the final act where I beat my head against an ammo tin repeatedly and none of these bastards even blink.
You'll have to save it for later, mate.
Suspension's lifted.
- We're being deployed? - Malaysia.
No details yet.
Sounds like a clean-up job.
Hey, I'll take anything that gets me back in the field and away from these assholes.
Figure of speech.
Figure of speech.
[dramatic music.]
[helicopter blades whirring.]
Colonel Alexander Coltrane.
Welcome to Malaysia.
Please adjust your watches.
Well, that's the pleasantries dealt with.
I apologize if I sound curt, but we're on the clock here for reasons which will very soon become apparent.
Seems nice.
Lance Corporal Zoe Davis.
Royal Signals, Third Division, with ambitions to rise to Military Intelligence.
She was covertly deployed to Kuala Lumpur, where she was an attaché to the High Commissioner investigating a break-in at the former British military barracks.
She was attacked in her apartment [both shouting.]
Before being killed outside the long night market.
Please.
- [gunshot.]
- [grunts.]
Russian FSP Special Forces.
We've discovered that Davis had arranged an off-the-books meeting with them.
They were the last ones to see her alive.
Do we know what she was meeting with them about? No, she'd gone dark.
She hadn't reported in to the High Commissioner for 24 hours, and her intel was missing from her safe house.
Which brings us to our tickling clock.
The intel device was fitted with a fail-safe.
Any unauthorized attempt to access it causes a signal to be sent out.
And I'm guessing there's been an attempt.
Fifteen minutes ago.
And that little gizmo has just managed to get a fix on the signal.
McAllister, you'll be taking the lead in the field.
- [clears throat.]
- By all accounts, Davis was a good soldier.
Novin, you knew her in training, so I don't have to tell you that she was well-liked.
To be hunted down and killed We don't need a motivational speech, sir.
They took one of our own.
We're on this.
You're on it quietly.
Local IGP has authorized our presence here, but not the use of force.
Excuse me.
"No use of force"? You understand what that means.
I understand the individual words.
The past six months, you've been benched.
Nothing but soft jobs and training assignments.
This is what happens when you go dark, when you terminate your own CO.
Ah, here we fucking go.
Temporary command of 20 is a job I neither asked for nor particularly wanted.
So the sooner we get this done, the sooner I get back to considering early retirement and you can get back to disrespecting authority.
How's that for an inspirational speech? Actually pretty good, sir.
[dramatic music.]
[phone beeping.]
Signals hot in there.
I can't believe they saddled us with Coltrane.
What, you know him? I know of him.
He was a big deal back in the day, till his nerves got shot.
Went all whiskey-tango-foxtrot.
- Emphasis on the whiskey.
- Awesome.
We're being babysat by a burnout.
[distant chatter.]
Movement center door.
Yeah, that's Sergey Vasiliev.
Alpha Group.
So Davis meets 'em, they trail her home, they take the intel, and they take her out.
She must have discovered something big.
Should we grab him and find out? You're not gonna call it in? Boss did say not to use force.
Nah, we don't want to disturb his early retirement, do we? [soft laugh.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[Russian accent.]
You have cigarette? - Don't make a sound.
- The fuck you want? - [grunts.]
- That was a sound.
- How many people in there? - [heavy breathing.]
You did just tell him not to make a sound.
He knows what I mean.
- I don't tell you shit.
- See? All right.
You won't talk, someone will.
Let's go.
[tense music.]
[keys clacking.]
[all speaking Russian.]
[laughs.]
Hands! Hands! [guns cock.]
Just want to talk.
- [hollers.]
- [grunts.]
You do that again, and you won't get back up.
You understand? We want to know about Lance Corporal Davis.
What happened to her was nothing to do with us.
So you just stole the intel at the same time someone else killed her, right? You think you can intimidate Alpha Group? Who the fuck are you? British Military Intelligence.
[speaking Russian.]
You are the assholes who broke into the GRU Server Building in Serbia and blew it up? Technically, that building blew itself up, but, uh yeah.
We're those assholes.
[engines revving.]
[tires squealing.]
[suspenseful music.]
Now, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna hand over our intel, and then you're gonna tell us why Davis wanted to meet.
Mm, no.
[laughs.]
- [speaking Russian.]
- [shushing.]
[clicking tongue.]
Don't say that.
Don't say a thing.
They're bluffing.
They would not start a war over this.
Oh, love, you really don't know us, do you? There's no need for this to turn ugly.
You should have thought of that before you came in here weapons ready.
Oh, right, 'cause you would have greeted us with open arms otherwise.
Now we'll never know, now will we? So walk away.
Last fucking chance.
- [shushing.]
- [soft footsteps.]
Y'all hear that? - Weapons down.
- Mac.
Have you got any more people out there? Listen, whatever kind of bullshit this is Shh.
[footsteps.]
[floor creaking.]
- [grunts.]
- [hollers.]
[dramatic music.]
[screams.]
Incoming! Contact right! [grunts.]
[grunts.]
- [grunts.]
- Stop! - [grunts.]
- Sergey! - Exfil! - [both speaking Russian.]
They're targeting the intel.
[groans.]
Need to get up there and take them out.
You go.
I'll grab the intel.
Moving.
Move! Moving.
We had no tail.
These guys didn't follow us.
- Fuck you.
- Come here! [both grunting.]
Get out the way! [grunts.]
[growling, panting.]
[shouting, chatter.]
[tires squealing.]
[suspenseful music.]
- [hollers.]
- [grunting.]
[dramatic music.]
[suspenseful music.]
Your funeral.
[both grunting.]
[both grunting.]
- Mac, sitrep? - Yeah, I'm good.
[panting.]
[joints cracking.]
[inhales.]
[both shouting.]
[dramatic music.]
- Mac.
- [hollering, grunting.]
[approaching sirens wailing.]
[tires squealing.]
[overlapping shouting.]
[pained groaning.]
[sirens wailing.]
- Mac? - [groaning.]
- You okay? - Yeah.
[groans.]
You should see the other guy.
Go, go, go, go! [chattering in Russian.]
I suggest we get smart and play ball - with the local 5-0.
- [shouting in Russian.]
- Hey, easy, easy! - [shouting in Russian.]
Hey, easy! [overlapping shouting.]
[groans.]
[men shout.]
[indistinct shouting.]
[grunts.]
[whistle blowing.]
[train wheels clattering.]
[tense music.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[people gasping.]
- I didn't kill your soldier! - Huh? Then how did you get her intel? I stole it from her apartment after she was killed.
[grunts.]
I went to see her alone! I didn't want my team to know I was willing to make a deal with the West.
I showed up just as she got hit.
- Hit by who? - I don't know.
Maybe the same people who just wiped out my team! [grunts.]
[people gasping, chattering.]
[head clanks.]
[groans.]
[growls.]
- [glass shatters.]
- [people yelping.]
[groans.]
- You don't believe me.
- I want to.
But no, I don't.
[heavy breathing.]
Fuck.
[people gasping.]
[brooding music.]
Then at least just make it quick.
[train horn honking.]
[PA announcement in foreign language.]
[brakes whirring.]
[doors hissing.]
[PA announcement in foreign language.]
Next station [indistinct.]
[brakes squealing.]
[indistinct shouting.]
[keys jingling.]
Okay, real talk.
How would you say that your first day as team leader went? Better than I expected.
[laughs.]
Sure.
We got arrested.
You got your ass handed to you by a senior citizen.
Yeah, I feel like I really stepped up.
Yeah, I'd say leadership suits you.
You spoken to Captain Reynolds at all? They got her supervising NGOs in Sudan.
You? No.
No, I kind of figured what was done was done, you know? I mean, yeah, it's bullshit that she took the fall for what happened with Donovan, but You gotta move forward, you know? Pretty mercenary.
Is that your opinion as my team leader? [door opens.]
No, as a mate.
Not you.
Just him.
The one in charge.
Yeah, that's right.
"The one in charge.
" [foreboding music.]
Nice work.
Only took you around three hours in country to turn a district into a war zone.
This already has international repercussions.
Do you understand? Inspector Amy Leong.
To be fair, we were defending ourselves.
To be fair, I am dealing with a death count in double figures.
You were lucky we showed up when we did.
See if you recognize any of these faces.
[dark music.]
Him.
He was at the ambush.
- You're sure? - Yep.
Look again.
I never forget a face I've punched.
Why, what's his story? Yun Chau-San Laoshu.
He was the chief enforcer for the Shun-Ko Triads.
"Was"? Nobody's heard from him in almost eight years.
Back in the '90s, he was responsible for one of the most vicious gang wars the city has ever seen.
It ended with Malam Darah, the Night of Blood.
[choking, gurgling.]
He walked into the headquarters of a rival group [sinister music.]
[grunts.]
And by the time he'd finished, not a single one was left alive.
So why's he back? And why hit the Russians? I was hoping you could tell me.
We might find some answers on that intel device we recovered.
The one we currently have bagged up in the evidence room? Don't suppose you've got a spare key? Do you know what I said to my wife yesterday? I said, "20 won't cause us any trouble.
"After all, they've got Alexander Coltrane heading them up.
" There were circumstances outside of my team's control.
I understand that, and I have your back.
But after what happened to Lance Corporal Davis Be careful, though.
You know what happened to their last CO.
Sir, the inspector's on the way to talk to us.
Right, well, let me handle this.
They can be a bit tricky sometimes.
The whole concept of saving face.
High Commissioner.
- Colonel.
- Inspector Leong.
I wish to apologize formally for the inconvenience.
That's a very British way to describe a full-scale gun battle.
What steps can I take to ensure the release of my men? They're not under arrest.
Unlike the Russians, you are here with our permission.
Let's not regret that.
I'd hate for you to lose face, James.
When I was deployed in Bosnia, I had a CO that I couldn't stand.
The man was a verified idiot.
So I saluted him, followed orders.
"Yes, sir.
Whatever you say, sir.
" And when he retired, I cycled 25 miles to throw a brick through his fucking window.
You do not go off-mission! And you do not ever put me in the dark.
- Understood, sir, but we - No, no.
No "buts.
" I don't doubt your talent.
But I severely doubt your discipline.
But we got the intel.
Sir.
- Is it good? - I mean, it's damaged, but hopefully we should be able to get something off of it.
[computer whirring.]
[suspenseful music.]
Lance Corporal Davis managed to intercept communications between Alpha Group and Russian command.
Turns out they were looking for a plane of theirs.
A Tupolev Tu-160 went down in the South China Sea three days ago.
They kept that a secret.
You don't send in elite Russian operatives to file an accident report.
No, you don't.
But you do send them in if something was taken off the plane.
Davis mentions Alpha Group are looking for a missing package.
Does she identify what it was? The data's corrupted.
Take weeks to rebuild.
But whatever it was, it was serious enough that Davis lost her life as a result.
We need to find out what was on that plane.
So I gotta ask.
What happened with Sarkova? She got the drop on me.
I gave chase.
And, uh, well, I wouldn't say I let her go.
- I hope not.
- It was a public place.
Security was closing in.
Pulled my sidearm.
Wasn't a good look.
So do we think the Russians killed Davis? I don't know.
Guess it depends on what she found out about 'em.
If I wasn't such a bitch about it, we might know what that was already.
What does that mean? The night she got killed, she'd called me to get some advice on the meet with the Russians and I, um [sighs.]
I ditched the call.
[somber music.]
- We've all done that.
- Yeah.
But I, um, I let it get personal.
I met her earlier this year when I was running that engineering maintenance training, and you know, we hit it off, had a fling.
It was fun, but she wanted more.
A lot more.
You know how it is.
- Uh - I don't.
I mean, if you want to talk about it Yeah, we'd be happy to listen.
I mean, I'd be happy to listen.
[laughs.]
- Dickheads.
- [snickers.]
You know this isn't your fault, right? [cell phone beeps.]
Maybe there was something I could have said that could have changed things, you know? Could have saved her life.
Son of a bitch.
Well, don't let my feelings get in the way of your telephone time.
- What's that? - Nothing.
All right, we stay on mission.
Let's focus on the Triads and finding this missing package.
I just hope the Russian doesn't come back and bite us in the ass.
[fan rattling.]
[suspenseful music.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
- [sighs.]
- Katrina.
[speaking Russian.]
[speaking Russian.]
[groans.]
[weak laugh.]
[laughs.]
[tense ambient music.]
The Shun-Ko Triads.
At the top, Kim Wei-Fong.
Into his third decade as leader.
Our friend Laoshu is his enforcer.
You ask me, this sounds like a paid job for the Triads.
Muscle for hire.
But hired by who? Which brings us to the million-dollar question.
What was on that plane that was so valuable it was worth killing over? I think we can speculate all we want, but we're never gonna know the answer, are we? No, we won't, but he will.
Wan Shui-Lin, Triad operations officer.
Income, expenditure, everything the Shun-Ko do, it goes through him.
So if anyone knows what was on that plane and where it is now, it will be Wan Shui.
Let's get eyes on him.
Snatch and grab.
Aye, but there's the rub, Sergeant.
The Triads won't ever risk him being out in the open.
[computer chirps.]
The Hanto Building.
Top five floors belong to Shun-Ko front corporations.
That's also where Wan Shui works, eats, and sleeps.
He's been a prisoner of the Shun-Ko for eight years.
He's never out of their sight, under 24-hour guard.
Get the intel and get out as quietly as you can.
Alert security, and you'll have every Triad in the area on you in minutes.
Before you go [tense music.]
High Commissioner would like a word.
Thank you.
I imagine the Colonel's already mentioned the need to be discreet.
Only about 100 times.
Well, let me make it 101, then.
Considering our permissions from local authorities, if anything were to go wrong We'd be on the first flight home.
Yeah, we got that.
I think we're good to go, sir.
- Yeah.
- Well, good luck.
Cheers.
Lance Corporal Davis she didn't tell you she was meeting the Russians? No.
She, uh, decided to keep that from me.
Even though she was meant to be reporting back to you.
Apparently some of your lot have an issue with authority.
[suspenseful music.]
[panel beeps.]
And we're good.
We're set and ready for insertion, over.
Security cameras are offline.
- That was quick.
- Well, it wasn't me.
They were already deactivated.
Proceed to east office.
32nd floor.
They're good soldiers.
They'll get it done.
Well, call me if there's any developments.
And keep your nerve, yeah? We've all got a bad feeling about this, right? With a bloody cherry on top.
- Approaching stairs.
- Copy.
32nd floor, on me.
Yeah, bad feeling confirmed.
[machine gunfire.]
Gunfire coming from target area.
- Tell me where it is.
- [groaning.]
Tell me or I'll blow your fucking brains out.
- Sarkova! - [whimpers.]
Weapon down, now! Oh, this is not fair.
Normally I would have Sergey and the others, but they are dead.
Then be smart.
Down! [hisses.]
Fuck.
[sighs.]
What was taken from the Russian plane? Don't you ever understand? This is Russian business, not yours.
That's all right.
We're gonna find out anyway, 'cause Wan Shui here's gonna give us all the details.
Aren't you, mate? Read it.
[speaking Cantonese.]
[speaking Cantonese.]
What's he saying? [both speaking Cantonese.]
You didn't bring a translator? Oh, you want to translate something? Translate this: Fuck you.
[men speaking Cantonese.]
- Contact! - [silenced gunfire.]
[men shouting.]
Give me a weapon.
- [groans.]
- Come on! This is bullshit! - Clear! - Clear! So much for getting out quietly.
Let's get the intel and get out of here.
[speaking Cantonese.]
[speaking Cantonese.]
Shit.
I know what the Russians are looking for.
A KH-151 with a 250 kiloton warhead.
Your people lost a fucking nuke? Not "lost.
" Stolen.
Someone was on board who wasn't meant to be.
Killed the crew, pilot.
Plane went down.
Do we know where the Triads are keeping this missile? [speaking Cantonese.]
Bravo, you've kicked the hornet's nest.
Vehicle outside.
Tangos inbound, front entrance.
They'll be locking down main exit points.
They're gonna be all over you in the next 60 seconds.
You'll need to find a different exfil.
- Copy that.
- [radio hisses.]
Bravo? - [static, feedback.]
- [muffled.]
Brav Comms down.
Might be jamming the signal.
All right, so we've got Triads locking the building down.
Emergency stair access on the roof.
Get over to the back stairwell.
- They come in the front - We go out the back.
All right, you guys go secure it.
I'll follow when Wan-Shui here gives me the missile locale.
[suspenseful music.]
Watch your back with babushka.
- Got it.
- [mutters.]
On me.
That's where they're hiding the nuke? [speaking Cantonese.]
All right, my man.
So are we going to share the location or what? Yeah, yeah, sure, it's two miles east of kiss my ass.
Now, who's paying the Triads? Uh [tsks.]
[speaking Cantonese.]
- King Kingfisher.
- "Kingfisher.
" - BOTH: Kingfisher.
- Is that okay.
Is that a person or is it a company? [speaking Cantonese.]
Can't we have this conversation later? - Contact left! - [gunfire.]
Come on, time to go.
[whimpers.]
Please, please.
Contact! [silenced gunfire.]
- Weapons down! - Moving! Move.
Changing! - Changing! - Moving! Move! Shit.
[stifled gasping.]
You done? Yeah.
I'm good.
[tires squealing.]
[engines rumbling.]
[guns cocking.]
[dramatic music.]
Bravo, we have additional Tangos inbound.
North lobby.
Bravo, do you copy? [overlapping shouting.]
Bravo, if you can hear me, you have multiple Tangos inbound.
Bravo, do you copy? Bravo, come in.
Bravo, come in.
[men shouting.]
Comms check.
- [static hisses.]
- Still nothing.
Hey, you know that message I got earlier? Said it was nothing? Yeah, it was kind of something.
My wife wants a divorce.
I'm sorry, "your wife"? You're married? Emergency stairwell, far corner.
Moving.
I mean, we haven't spoken in, like, three or four years.
Down.
[indistinct conversation.]
Shit, that's the exfil stairwell.
Novin better get up here fast.
[foreboding music.]
- Don't shoot, don't shoot! - [shouting.]
[yelps.]
[men shouting.]
[grunts.]
Don't! I need a weapon.
Put it down! I mean it! Contact! [men grunting.]
[distant shouting.]
- [hollering.]
- Contact.
- [screams.]
- Oy! Let him go.
We need to keep moving.
Going up? Going up.
[dramatic music.]
Hey, got a little problem with the exfil.
We've got a problem right here! [groans.]
[shouting.]
Getting busy, Mac! Got another frag? [grunts.]
Okay.
- [metal clatters.]
- [startles.]
Not good! Running low! - Move, move, move! - Moving! [gunfire.]
[grunts, screams.]
[men chattering.]
This was your plan? To come up here and die? Feel free to fuck off any time, Sarkova! It was a shit plan.
[grunts.]
- Every exit's compromised! - Are we screwed? Kind of feels a little bit like we're screwed! Nearly out! Yeah, I'm out too! Yeah, turns out we're fucking screwed.
Guess it was a shit plan! [distant helicopter whirring.]
Can you hear that? [helicopter blades whirring.]
[hollers.]
- Helo! Go! - Moving! [men screaming.]
[groans.]
Novin, cover fire! Go! Move it! What are you waiting for? Get up there! - Let's go, kid! - Shit.
Novin, let's move! [men shouting.]
[groans.]
Let's go! Move, move! Come on! Give me your hand! In! She's in! Let's go! Okay, go, go, go! That's how you make an entrance, boss! [helicopter blades whirring.]
[foreboding music.]
Hey, boss.
Turns out we're chasing a stolen nuke.
Okay, the plan? Maybe not so bad.
[laughing.]
[chuckles.]
[helicopter whirring.]
[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder '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 [engine revving.]
[dramatic music.]
[distant sirens wailing.]
Come on.
[line trilling.]
[phone ringing.]
[laughs softly.]
[phone continues ringing.]
This is Novin.
You know the drill.
[voicemail beeps.]
Hi, Gracie.
It's me, Zoe.
Something's come up.
I could really use your advice.
Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, but I don't know who to trust.
So if you'd call me back, please.
[overlapping chatter.]
[man singing in foreign language.]
Are you planning to sing? [tense music.]
Guess that's a no, then.
I didn't think you'd show.
I only came here to warn you to stay away.
This is Russian business.
I know why you're here, what you're looking for.
If we pool our intel, work together - What are you, a private? - Lance Corporal.
Let me make it clear.
We do not work with the West.
Not now, not ever.
Captain Sarkova, you know what's at stake here.
I will not tell you again.
[speaking Russian.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[dramatic music.]
[sighs.]
[suspenseful music.]
[tape tearing.]
- [grunts.]
- [screams.]
[hollers.]
[both grunting, shouting.]
- [hollers.]
- [screams.]
[gasps, groans.]
- [flesh squelches.]
- [groaning.]
[sinister music.]
[groans.]
Please.
- [gunshot.]
- [grunts.]
[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now And doin' 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 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 Stovepipe jam, AKA the smokestack.
After you have fired a round, the empty casing fails to clear the ejection port, gets trapped by the returning slide, and it sticks up like so, like a little smokestack.
Hence the name.
All right, any questions? Anybody? Anything at all? Anything at all.
[soft dramatic music.]
All right.
Uh [car door slams.]
Give me a minute.
You guys are just in time for the final act where I beat my head against an ammo tin repeatedly and none of these bastards even blink.
You'll have to save it for later, mate.
Suspension's lifted.
- We're being deployed? - Malaysia.
No details yet.
Sounds like a clean-up job.
Hey, I'll take anything that gets me back in the field and away from these assholes.
Figure of speech.
Figure of speech.
[dramatic music.]
[helicopter blades whirring.]
Colonel Alexander Coltrane.
Welcome to Malaysia.
Please adjust your watches.
Well, that's the pleasantries dealt with.
I apologize if I sound curt, but we're on the clock here for reasons which will very soon become apparent.
Seems nice.
Lance Corporal Zoe Davis.
Royal Signals, Third Division, with ambitions to rise to Military Intelligence.
She was covertly deployed to Kuala Lumpur, where she was an attaché to the High Commissioner investigating a break-in at the former British military barracks.
She was attacked in her apartment [both shouting.]
Before being killed outside the long night market.
Please.
- [gunshot.]
- [grunts.]
Russian FSP Special Forces.
We've discovered that Davis had arranged an off-the-books meeting with them.
They were the last ones to see her alive.
Do we know what she was meeting with them about? No, she'd gone dark.
She hadn't reported in to the High Commissioner for 24 hours, and her intel was missing from her safe house.
Which brings us to our tickling clock.
The intel device was fitted with a fail-safe.
Any unauthorized attempt to access it causes a signal to be sent out.
And I'm guessing there's been an attempt.
Fifteen minutes ago.
And that little gizmo has just managed to get a fix on the signal.
McAllister, you'll be taking the lead in the field.
- [clears throat.]
- By all accounts, Davis was a good soldier.
Novin, you knew her in training, so I don't have to tell you that she was well-liked.
To be hunted down and killed We don't need a motivational speech, sir.
They took one of our own.
We're on this.
You're on it quietly.
Local IGP has authorized our presence here, but not the use of force.
Excuse me.
"No use of force"? You understand what that means.
I understand the individual words.
The past six months, you've been benched.
Nothing but soft jobs and training assignments.
This is what happens when you go dark, when you terminate your own CO.
Ah, here we fucking go.
Temporary command of 20 is a job I neither asked for nor particularly wanted.
So the sooner we get this done, the sooner I get back to considering early retirement and you can get back to disrespecting authority.
How's that for an inspirational speech? Actually pretty good, sir.
[dramatic music.]
[phone beeping.]
Signals hot in there.
I can't believe they saddled us with Coltrane.
What, you know him? I know of him.
He was a big deal back in the day, till his nerves got shot.
Went all whiskey-tango-foxtrot.
- Emphasis on the whiskey.
- Awesome.
We're being babysat by a burnout.
[distant chatter.]
Movement center door.
Yeah, that's Sergey Vasiliev.
Alpha Group.
So Davis meets 'em, they trail her home, they take the intel, and they take her out.
She must have discovered something big.
Should we grab him and find out? You're not gonna call it in? Boss did say not to use force.
Nah, we don't want to disturb his early retirement, do we? [soft laugh.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[Russian accent.]
You have cigarette? - Don't make a sound.
- The fuck you want? - [grunts.]
- That was a sound.
- How many people in there? - [heavy breathing.]
You did just tell him not to make a sound.
He knows what I mean.
- I don't tell you shit.
- See? All right.
You won't talk, someone will.
Let's go.
[tense music.]
[keys clacking.]
[all speaking Russian.]
[laughs.]
Hands! Hands! [guns cock.]
Just want to talk.
- [hollers.]
- [grunts.]
You do that again, and you won't get back up.
You understand? We want to know about Lance Corporal Davis.
What happened to her was nothing to do with us.
So you just stole the intel at the same time someone else killed her, right? You think you can intimidate Alpha Group? Who the fuck are you? British Military Intelligence.
[speaking Russian.]
You are the assholes who broke into the GRU Server Building in Serbia and blew it up? Technically, that building blew itself up, but, uh yeah.
We're those assholes.
[engines revving.]
[tires squealing.]
[suspenseful music.]
Now, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna hand over our intel, and then you're gonna tell us why Davis wanted to meet.
Mm, no.
[laughs.]
- [speaking Russian.]
- [shushing.]
[clicking tongue.]
Don't say that.
Don't say a thing.
They're bluffing.
They would not start a war over this.
Oh, love, you really don't know us, do you? There's no need for this to turn ugly.
You should have thought of that before you came in here weapons ready.
Oh, right, 'cause you would have greeted us with open arms otherwise.
Now we'll never know, now will we? So walk away.
Last fucking chance.
- [shushing.]
- [soft footsteps.]
Y'all hear that? - Weapons down.
- Mac.
Have you got any more people out there? Listen, whatever kind of bullshit this is Shh.
[footsteps.]
[floor creaking.]
- [grunts.]
- [hollers.]
[dramatic music.]
[screams.]
Incoming! Contact right! [grunts.]
[grunts.]
- [grunts.]
- Stop! - [grunts.]
- Sergey! - Exfil! - [both speaking Russian.]
They're targeting the intel.
[groans.]
Need to get up there and take them out.
You go.
I'll grab the intel.
Moving.
Move! Moving.
We had no tail.
These guys didn't follow us.
- Fuck you.
- Come here! [both grunting.]
Get out the way! [grunts.]
[growling, panting.]
[shouting, chatter.]
[tires squealing.]
[suspenseful music.]
- [hollers.]
- [grunting.]
[dramatic music.]
[suspenseful music.]
Your funeral.
[both grunting.]
[both grunting.]
- Mac, sitrep? - Yeah, I'm good.
[panting.]
[joints cracking.]
[inhales.]
[both shouting.]
[dramatic music.]
- Mac.
- [hollering, grunting.]
[approaching sirens wailing.]
[tires squealing.]
[overlapping shouting.]
[pained groaning.]
[sirens wailing.]
- Mac? - [groaning.]
- You okay? - Yeah.
[groans.]
You should see the other guy.
Go, go, go, go! [chattering in Russian.]
I suggest we get smart and play ball - with the local 5-0.
- [shouting in Russian.]
- Hey, easy, easy! - [shouting in Russian.]
Hey, easy! [overlapping shouting.]
[groans.]
[men shout.]
[indistinct shouting.]
[grunts.]
[whistle blowing.]
[train wheels clattering.]
[tense music.]
[overlapping chatter.]
[people gasping.]
- I didn't kill your soldier! - Huh? Then how did you get her intel? I stole it from her apartment after she was killed.
[grunts.]
I went to see her alone! I didn't want my team to know I was willing to make a deal with the West.
I showed up just as she got hit.
- Hit by who? - I don't know.
Maybe the same people who just wiped out my team! [grunts.]
[people gasping, chattering.]
[head clanks.]
[groans.]
[growls.]
- [glass shatters.]
- [people yelping.]
[groans.]
- You don't believe me.
- I want to.
But no, I don't.
[heavy breathing.]
Fuck.
[people gasping.]
[brooding music.]
Then at least just make it quick.
[train horn honking.]
[PA announcement in foreign language.]
[brakes whirring.]
[doors hissing.]
[PA announcement in foreign language.]
Next station [indistinct.]
[brakes squealing.]
[indistinct shouting.]
[keys jingling.]
Okay, real talk.
How would you say that your first day as team leader went? Better than I expected.
[laughs.]
Sure.
We got arrested.
You got your ass handed to you by a senior citizen.
Yeah, I feel like I really stepped up.
Yeah, I'd say leadership suits you.
You spoken to Captain Reynolds at all? They got her supervising NGOs in Sudan.
You? No.
No, I kind of figured what was done was done, you know? I mean, yeah, it's bullshit that she took the fall for what happened with Donovan, but You gotta move forward, you know? Pretty mercenary.
Is that your opinion as my team leader? [door opens.]
No, as a mate.
Not you.
Just him.
The one in charge.
Yeah, that's right.
"The one in charge.
" [foreboding music.]
Nice work.
Only took you around three hours in country to turn a district into a war zone.
This already has international repercussions.
Do you understand? Inspector Amy Leong.
To be fair, we were defending ourselves.
To be fair, I am dealing with a death count in double figures.
You were lucky we showed up when we did.
See if you recognize any of these faces.
[dark music.]
Him.
He was at the ambush.
- You're sure? - Yep.
Look again.
I never forget a face I've punched.
Why, what's his story? Yun Chau-San Laoshu.
He was the chief enforcer for the Shun-Ko Triads.
"Was"? Nobody's heard from him in almost eight years.
Back in the '90s, he was responsible for one of the most vicious gang wars the city has ever seen.
It ended with Malam Darah, the Night of Blood.
[choking, gurgling.]
He walked into the headquarters of a rival group [sinister music.]
[grunts.]
And by the time he'd finished, not a single one was left alive.
So why's he back? And why hit the Russians? I was hoping you could tell me.
We might find some answers on that intel device we recovered.
The one we currently have bagged up in the evidence room? Don't suppose you've got a spare key? Do you know what I said to my wife yesterday? I said, "20 won't cause us any trouble.
"After all, they've got Alexander Coltrane heading them up.
" There were circumstances outside of my team's control.
I understand that, and I have your back.
But after what happened to Lance Corporal Davis Be careful, though.
You know what happened to their last CO.
Sir, the inspector's on the way to talk to us.
Right, well, let me handle this.
They can be a bit tricky sometimes.
The whole concept of saving face.
High Commissioner.
- Colonel.
- Inspector Leong.
I wish to apologize formally for the inconvenience.
That's a very British way to describe a full-scale gun battle.
What steps can I take to ensure the release of my men? They're not under arrest.
Unlike the Russians, you are here with our permission.
Let's not regret that.
I'd hate for you to lose face, James.
When I was deployed in Bosnia, I had a CO that I couldn't stand.
The man was a verified idiot.
So I saluted him, followed orders.
"Yes, sir.
Whatever you say, sir.
" And when he retired, I cycled 25 miles to throw a brick through his fucking window.
You do not go off-mission! And you do not ever put me in the dark.
- Understood, sir, but we - No, no.
No "buts.
" I don't doubt your talent.
But I severely doubt your discipline.
But we got the intel.
Sir.
- Is it good? - I mean, it's damaged, but hopefully we should be able to get something off of it.
[computer whirring.]
[suspenseful music.]
Lance Corporal Davis managed to intercept communications between Alpha Group and Russian command.
Turns out they were looking for a plane of theirs.
A Tupolev Tu-160 went down in the South China Sea three days ago.
They kept that a secret.
You don't send in elite Russian operatives to file an accident report.
No, you don't.
But you do send them in if something was taken off the plane.
Davis mentions Alpha Group are looking for a missing package.
Does she identify what it was? The data's corrupted.
Take weeks to rebuild.
But whatever it was, it was serious enough that Davis lost her life as a result.
We need to find out what was on that plane.
So I gotta ask.
What happened with Sarkova? She got the drop on me.
I gave chase.
And, uh, well, I wouldn't say I let her go.
- I hope not.
- It was a public place.
Security was closing in.
Pulled my sidearm.
Wasn't a good look.
So do we think the Russians killed Davis? I don't know.
Guess it depends on what she found out about 'em.
If I wasn't such a bitch about it, we might know what that was already.
What does that mean? The night she got killed, she'd called me to get some advice on the meet with the Russians and I, um [sighs.]
I ditched the call.
[somber music.]
- We've all done that.
- Yeah.
But I, um, I let it get personal.
I met her earlier this year when I was running that engineering maintenance training, and you know, we hit it off, had a fling.
It was fun, but she wanted more.
A lot more.
You know how it is.
- Uh - I don't.
I mean, if you want to talk about it Yeah, we'd be happy to listen.
I mean, I'd be happy to listen.
[laughs.]
- Dickheads.
- [snickers.]
You know this isn't your fault, right? [cell phone beeps.]
Maybe there was something I could have said that could have changed things, you know? Could have saved her life.
Son of a bitch.
Well, don't let my feelings get in the way of your telephone time.
- What's that? - Nothing.
All right, we stay on mission.
Let's focus on the Triads and finding this missing package.
I just hope the Russian doesn't come back and bite us in the ass.
[fan rattling.]
[suspenseful music.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
- [sighs.]
- Katrina.
[speaking Russian.]
[speaking Russian.]
[groans.]
[weak laugh.]
[laughs.]
[tense ambient music.]
The Shun-Ko Triads.
At the top, Kim Wei-Fong.
Into his third decade as leader.
Our friend Laoshu is his enforcer.
You ask me, this sounds like a paid job for the Triads.
Muscle for hire.
But hired by who? Which brings us to the million-dollar question.
What was on that plane that was so valuable it was worth killing over? I think we can speculate all we want, but we're never gonna know the answer, are we? No, we won't, but he will.
Wan Shui-Lin, Triad operations officer.
Income, expenditure, everything the Shun-Ko do, it goes through him.
So if anyone knows what was on that plane and where it is now, it will be Wan Shui.
Let's get eyes on him.
Snatch and grab.
Aye, but there's the rub, Sergeant.
The Triads won't ever risk him being out in the open.
[computer chirps.]
The Hanto Building.
Top five floors belong to Shun-Ko front corporations.
That's also where Wan Shui works, eats, and sleeps.
He's been a prisoner of the Shun-Ko for eight years.
He's never out of their sight, under 24-hour guard.
Get the intel and get out as quietly as you can.
Alert security, and you'll have every Triad in the area on you in minutes.
Before you go [tense music.]
High Commissioner would like a word.
Thank you.
I imagine the Colonel's already mentioned the need to be discreet.
Only about 100 times.
Well, let me make it 101, then.
Considering our permissions from local authorities, if anything were to go wrong We'd be on the first flight home.
Yeah, we got that.
I think we're good to go, sir.
- Yeah.
- Well, good luck.
Cheers.
Lance Corporal Davis she didn't tell you she was meeting the Russians? No.
She, uh, decided to keep that from me.
Even though she was meant to be reporting back to you.
Apparently some of your lot have an issue with authority.
[suspenseful music.]
[panel beeps.]
And we're good.
We're set and ready for insertion, over.
Security cameras are offline.
- That was quick.
- Well, it wasn't me.
They were already deactivated.
Proceed to east office.
32nd floor.
They're good soldiers.
They'll get it done.
Well, call me if there's any developments.
And keep your nerve, yeah? We've all got a bad feeling about this, right? With a bloody cherry on top.
- Approaching stairs.
- Copy.
32nd floor, on me.
Yeah, bad feeling confirmed.
[machine gunfire.]
Gunfire coming from target area.
- Tell me where it is.
- [groaning.]
Tell me or I'll blow your fucking brains out.
- Sarkova! - [whimpers.]
Weapon down, now! Oh, this is not fair.
Normally I would have Sergey and the others, but they are dead.
Then be smart.
Down! [hisses.]
Fuck.
[sighs.]
What was taken from the Russian plane? Don't you ever understand? This is Russian business, not yours.
That's all right.
We're gonna find out anyway, 'cause Wan Shui here's gonna give us all the details.
Aren't you, mate? Read it.
[speaking Cantonese.]
[speaking Cantonese.]
What's he saying? [both speaking Cantonese.]
You didn't bring a translator? Oh, you want to translate something? Translate this: Fuck you.
[men speaking Cantonese.]
- Contact! - [silenced gunfire.]
[men shouting.]
Give me a weapon.
- [groans.]
- Come on! This is bullshit! - Clear! - Clear! So much for getting out quietly.
Let's get the intel and get out of here.
[speaking Cantonese.]
[speaking Cantonese.]
Shit.
I know what the Russians are looking for.
A KH-151 with a 250 kiloton warhead.
Your people lost a fucking nuke? Not "lost.
" Stolen.
Someone was on board who wasn't meant to be.
Killed the crew, pilot.
Plane went down.
Do we know where the Triads are keeping this missile? [speaking Cantonese.]
Bravo, you've kicked the hornet's nest.
Vehicle outside.
Tangos inbound, front entrance.
They'll be locking down main exit points.
They're gonna be all over you in the next 60 seconds.
You'll need to find a different exfil.
- Copy that.
- [radio hisses.]
Bravo? - [static, feedback.]
- [muffled.]
Brav Comms down.
Might be jamming the signal.
All right, so we've got Triads locking the building down.
Emergency stair access on the roof.
Get over to the back stairwell.
- They come in the front - We go out the back.
All right, you guys go secure it.
I'll follow when Wan-Shui here gives me the missile locale.
[suspenseful music.]
Watch your back with babushka.
- Got it.
- [mutters.]
On me.
That's where they're hiding the nuke? [speaking Cantonese.]
All right, my man.
So are we going to share the location or what? Yeah, yeah, sure, it's two miles east of kiss my ass.
Now, who's paying the Triads? Uh [tsks.]
[speaking Cantonese.]
- King Kingfisher.
- "Kingfisher.
" - BOTH: Kingfisher.
- Is that okay.
Is that a person or is it a company? [speaking Cantonese.]
Can't we have this conversation later? - Contact left! - [gunfire.]
Come on, time to go.
[whimpers.]
Please, please.
Contact! [silenced gunfire.]
- Weapons down! - Moving! Move.
Changing! - Changing! - Moving! Move! Shit.
[stifled gasping.]
You done? Yeah.
I'm good.
[tires squealing.]
[engines rumbling.]
[guns cocking.]
[dramatic music.]
Bravo, we have additional Tangos inbound.
North lobby.
Bravo, do you copy? [overlapping shouting.]
Bravo, if you can hear me, you have multiple Tangos inbound.
Bravo, do you copy? Bravo, come in.
Bravo, come in.
[men shouting.]
Comms check.
- [static hisses.]
- Still nothing.
Hey, you know that message I got earlier? Said it was nothing? Yeah, it was kind of something.
My wife wants a divorce.
I'm sorry, "your wife"? You're married? Emergency stairwell, far corner.
Moving.
I mean, we haven't spoken in, like, three or four years.
Down.
[indistinct conversation.]
Shit, that's the exfil stairwell.
Novin better get up here fast.
[foreboding music.]
- Don't shoot, don't shoot! - [shouting.]
[yelps.]
[men shouting.]
[grunts.]
Don't! I need a weapon.
Put it down! I mean it! Contact! [men grunting.]
[distant shouting.]
- [hollering.]
- Contact.
- [screams.]
- Oy! Let him go.
We need to keep moving.
Going up? Going up.
[dramatic music.]
Hey, got a little problem with the exfil.
We've got a problem right here! [groans.]
[shouting.]
Getting busy, Mac! Got another frag? [grunts.]
Okay.
- [metal clatters.]
- [startles.]
Not good! Running low! - Move, move, move! - Moving! [gunfire.]
[grunts, screams.]
[men chattering.]
This was your plan? To come up here and die? Feel free to fuck off any time, Sarkova! It was a shit plan.
[grunts.]
- Every exit's compromised! - Are we screwed? Kind of feels a little bit like we're screwed! Nearly out! Yeah, I'm out too! Yeah, turns out we're fucking screwed.
Guess it was a shit plan! [distant helicopter whirring.]
Can you hear that? [helicopter blades whirring.]
[hollers.]
- Helo! Go! - Moving! [men screaming.]
[groans.]
Novin, cover fire! Go! Move it! What are you waiting for? Get up there! - Let's go, kid! - Shit.
Novin, let's move! [men shouting.]
[groans.]
Let's go! Move, move! Come on! Give me your hand! In! She's in! Let's go! Okay, go, go, go! That's how you make an entrance, boss! [helicopter blades whirring.]
[foreboding music.]
Hey, boss.
Turns out we're chasing a stolen nuke.
Okay, the plan? Maybe not so bad.
[laughing.]
[chuckles.]
[helicopter whirring.]
[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero".]
I can't see where you coming from But I know just what you runnin' from And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder '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 [engine revving.]