All language subtitles for Strike.Back.S03E05.BDRip.x264-ION10

- Hello?
- Mrs. Lombard.

GTS Armed Response.
Code word: Omega.

There's been a break-in
at your neighbor's house.

I'm afraid the suspects
have escaped into your garden.

Nothing's been activated.

We'll be on-site in two minutes.

- David.
- Yeah?

- He said the suspects were armed.
- Okay.

Do you want them
to search the grounds for us?

That's what we pay them for.
Wait, did he give you the code word?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Mr. Lombard.

Oh, my God.

Stay calm.

Do as we say and no one gets hurt.

Where is your boy?

They're going to take us
on an adventure, Harry.

Where's Daddy?

He's coming with us, okay?

It's gonna be fun.

I have to get some medication that he needs.

- Stay here. Don't move.
- What's happened?

- He had a knife.
- David!

Don't bring the boy down here.

Oh, my God.

Just get them in the car.

Please, don't hurt my family.

We'll keep them safe. I promise.

Oh, my God.

David Lombard, killed at his home
here in Cape Town last night.

- Wife and son were abducted.
- What's that got to do with us?

Isn't that a police matter?

Police have just issued this picture,
salvaged from the disabled security camera.

Huh. That's Matlock's sniper.

Matlock used his false ID
yesterday to hire an SUV.

We got a fix on it this morning.
It was heading out towards the airport.

We think he's gonna meet this man,
Peter Evans, the abducted woman's father.

We have to get to him first.

Find out what the hell Matlock's up to.

Your attention, please.
Please, take care of your personal belongings.

And do not leave any of your luggage...

Evans' plane just arrived.

- Do you have eyes on Matlock?
- Yeah.

He's got some new playmates.

One of them I know,
a guy named Curtis Roe.

Ex-Delta boy. He was a good soldier.

Have we found out
why Evans is so important yet?

We're still looking into it.

British citizen, retired academic,
divorced, pension.

Hello.

Dig deeper. There has to be something else.

Mr. Evans, Rachel Dalton,
British military intelligence.

- Would you come with us, sir?
- What is it?

Just a routine check. This way, please.

Where the hell is he?

Stay here.

I've told you, I'm here on holiday
to see my daughter and grandson.

They live in Cape Town.

And yet you only purchased your
ticket yesterday at the airport. One-way.

Are you planning on staying?

I don't think that's any of your business.
What is this?

Your daughter and your grandson
have been abducted.

Her husband killed,
but you knew this already.

No. No, I--

The men waiting in arrivals are private military
contractors led by a man called Karl Matlock.

I presume he's the man who contacted you.

I need to know exactly
when and where he exits.

You understand?

I've no idea what you're talking about.
I expected my daughter to meet me.

Then why didn't you put her address
on your landing card...

...instead of a hotel where
you don't have a reservation?

Mr. Evans, if you're the reason your family
was kidnapped, we need to know why.

- What do they want?
- I haven't broken any law.

- Make them release me.
- Unfortunately, Mr. Evans...

...our South African colleagues
here share our concerns.

This isn't just about your safety
or that of your family's.

- Leaving now. Exfil point two.
- Copy that.

This is outrageous. I've done nothing wrong.

Thanks for your help, buddy.
Really appreciate it.

Hold that door.

You're going in there?

I'm going to see my boyfriend.

Bravo 2, we're bringing the package down.

I'll be at Loading Area 5
by the service elevators.

Copy that.

Service Elevator 3, where does it come out?

Loading Area 5, bottom level.

Move!

At the end of the corridor, turn left.

And hurry up.
They're heading towards the loading bays.

I want a lawyer.

Answer my questions,
and then you'll get one.

- Stonebridge!
- What do you--?

Contact! Exfil point!

Guys, I might have
some company of my own.

Twenty.

Shit.

- Fuck!
- New RV.

Level two. Fuck!

Fuck!

Run.

Fuck!

RV point, level two. One hostile in pursuit.
Holding position.

Transport's down. Moving up the stairwell.
I got two fuckers in pursuit.

- Mike?
- It's good.

- Move, move, move.
- Coming to you.

Get down!

- Get in!
- Mike!

Get in, get in, get in.

Mike! Come here!

Let's go!

- Fuck.
- Get down. Down.

Is that all you got,
you fucking pussies? Ha, ha!

Target's in a silver Audi,
exiting Parking Level 1.

License plate Charlie Alpha 198791.

Clearly you're not just a retired schoolteacher.
Talk to me.

Why is it that people want you dead?

You can't help my family.
You can't do anything. Just let me go.

We're on the move from the airport.
Is the safe house ready?

Yes, but we can't hold him long.
That shoot-out cost us South African support.

- They want him released for questioning.
- I'll decide when we let him go.

We've dug further.

Turns out Evans is South African born.

He applied for U.K. citizenship 20 years ago,
but here's the weird thing.

There's no record of his early life
in Johannesburg.

No medical, no employment.

It's like he didn't even exist.

Michael. You got a hostile
coming up on our 6.

Keep him down.

Shit.

Matlock doesn't want to kill you.
Who the fuck is that?

Mr. Dreyer, the minister's
concerns are duly noted...

...but nobody is detaining Mr. Evans illegally.

He is a British subject who has
specifically asked for our protection.

We cannot condone gunfights at our airports
or on our open roads.

You've already caused the death...

- ...of an immigration officer.
- Which we deeply regret.

But Mr. Evans has vital information
pertaining to our ongoing investigation.

His abducted family
is a matter for the police.

Your investigation is into
missing nuclear hardware.

- How is Mr. Evans relevant?
- It would be premature to--

It is a condition of your presence here...

...that you keep me personally informed
of all developments made in this investigation.

Grant my request and release
Mr. Evans immediately...

...before the courts force you to do so.

Well, that's the puppet.

Who's pulling the strings?

If you want to achieve something,
you'll find a way.

If you don't, you'll find an excuse.

And we're all utterly sick
of hearing these excuses...

...from politicians and big business...

...about how they cannot tackle poverty
and disease or feed their people.

And we say,
"Enough, because there is a way."

What do you think?

Excellent.

Really. Excellent. Very good.

That'll be our sound bite
for the Kampala conference:

Find a way, not an excuse.

It'll also give us a rod
to beat our opponents with...

...if they start blocking our aims.

Hmm. You should have stayed in Joburg.

Foundation HQ needs at least one of us
to be there at present.

Well, then you take a turn.

I need to be here now...

...overseeing the weapons
decommissioning program.

I'll lead with Rwanda. It'll have more impact.

Don't worry, Dad.

Even with this triumph...

...my moral authority will never match yours.

Look, why don't you two go and hide,
and I'll come and look for you. (Some on.

One.

Two.

- Three.
- Look what I can do!

John Devers. Special delivery.

How did you get in?

All deliveries are left at the gate.

His name is John Devers,
a pediatrician in Stellenbosch.

- Killed earlier today.
- And like Evans...

...Devers' records stop 20 years ago.

This is what he was reading on his laptop
right before he was shot.

What kind of pediatrician
is interested in nuclear fission?

The kind who used to be a scientist when South
Africa became a nuclear power in the 1980s.

When the apartheid regime collapsed,
so did their nuclear program.

Scientists received death threats and emigrated,
changed their identities.

Bottom line:
If Matlock does have the triggers here...

...who better to help him utilize them
than a pair of ex-nuclear scientists?

Yeah, which is why he'd want Evans.

This wasn't some robbery gone wrong.

This was a professional hit done by people who
knew John's real name, like they know yours.

I'm Peter Evans. I'm a retired teacher.

The men chasing us on that motorbike
were holding a magnetic charge.

It was identical to the one Mossad used to
kill an Iranian nuclear scientist, Ahmadi Roshan.

You are very aware that Israel helped
South Africa set up their nuclear program.

They know the scientists involved,
and they've been watching you ever since...

...making sure that you don't use
your talents against them.

- I've done nothing wrong.
- Not yet.

But the PMCs who have kidnapped your family
are in possession of stolen nuclear triggers.

There's no way I'm gonna let your
knowledge fall into their hands.

So if, for whatever reason,
I am forced to let you go...

...I will make sure that Mossad finds you
way before Matlock does.

If you'd said Devers was important,
I could have protected him.

Yes, I should have anticipated that...

...but I assumed that after 30 years,
his anonymity was safeguard enough.

If Section 20 know Evans' true identity,
then why the hell would they release him?

Well, they won't,
so you have to get him back.

My real name is Peter van der Mayes.

John was Johan Kluge.

We were the senior team leaders
overseeing the nuclear program.

Extraordinary what we achieved,
despite sanctions, with the world against us.

You're proud of it?

Not as much as John was.

No apartheid guilt with him.

No, just a bitterness
that our work was destroyed...

...along with our careers and nearly our lives.

The government had to
give all of us new identities.

So how did Matlock know yours, then?

Joseph Dreyer. Cabinet level civil servant.

Whoever's bought Matlock
has him in their pocket too.

I don't know Dreyer.

John was my contact.

He began telephoning me every day,
asking me to come and join him...

...saying our work could be revived
and this time used properly.

Used by who?

I didn't ask. I didn't want to know.

I kept turning John down,
until they took my family and forced me here.

What else are you hiding?

Free my family first. Then I'll help.

Look, I know Curtis will help us, all right?

The guy won a Purple Heart. I can't believe
he's even teamed up with Matlock.

Really? You don't think money
was an incentive?

No, not to Curtis.

And besides, he owes me. I've saved his ass
more times than I've saved Michael's.

- Funny.
- Yeah.

So how exactly are you planning
on making contact with him?

Don't worry about that. I got an idea.

Mike. Mike.

The way you were banging on about this guy,
I thought we'd be meeting him in a church.

Yeah, it's sort of like a holy place for Curtis.

Anyway, you can't knock
a man's faith, Michael.

I'm not knocking his faith.
It's yours I'm wondering about.

This is the fifth one we've been to.

- And that's him.
- Huh.

See? You should have more faith in me.

- That would take a miracle.
- Yeah.

Ladies.

Classy, bud, real classy.

- I can't believe you're paying for that.
- They pay me.

All right. You got time for a chat?

Who's your boyfriend?

He's not gay. He's British.

Easy mistake to make.

All right, here's good. Can we talk?

Fuck! Hey, hey, I got it. I got it. I got it.

- Come here!
- Unh!

I just want to talk.

- Everything's good?
- I got it. I got it.

Fuck. Ha-ha-ha.

Jesus Christ.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.

You good, huh?

Did good.

Made it look good,
in case anyone was watching.

It's just the three of us, all private.

Come on. Tell us where Matlock
is keeping Evans' family.

Fuck you.
You got your free pass at the airport.

Don't go begging for more favors,
because from where I'm standing...

- Heh.
- ...now you owe me one.

- Oh, you like hiding behind hostages.
- Come on, guys.

You want some of this? Step right up.

Whoa, let's just play nice, huh?

All right. What are you
dancing with those guys for?

- You want to negotiate? Show me the money.
- Yeah, easy.

Twice what Matlock's paying you.
You get to keep it on top.

- Heh, heh. Make it triple.
- Come on, Curt.

It's a mother and a child, for Christ's sake.

That ain't soldiering.

Here. The number is logged in.

Just think about it.

Still triple, or I walk.

What the fuck happened to you?

Iraq. You got a hell of a break
missing out on that one.

I did three tours of duty, man.
What the fuck were you doing?

I don't do it for free no more.

Gotta pay for my medical bills somehow.

So take the phone. Just think about it.

It's your call.

Come on.

You're on the wrong fucking team.

- Well?
- Well, you have to go to the bank.

I'm gonna have to tell Dalton about this at
some point, but I wanted you to see this first.

I've been checking all police reports
since the Devers murder and found this.

A disturbance in a bar at the waterfront.

Three local men were injured...

...and the pub CCTV
has this image of the attacker.

Shit.

- That is definitely Hanson.
- Yeah.

He's here in Cape Town.
Think he's part of Matlock's team?

Yeah, he could be.
I'll ask Curtis. He'll know.

And what about Dalton? Do I tell her?

- No.
- Stonebridge?

Definitely not.

Let's not make this an issue
until it is one, all right?

There's not a better soldier out there,
and you know it.

It's not your skill set. It's how you apply it.

But once 20 know I'm around,
Stonebridge won't give a shit about you.

- All they care about is payback.
- That's your idea of keeping a low profile?

Ramping up this vendetta.

Okay, then I'll kill him,
solve the problem that way.

You should have done that in the first place
instead of shooting his wife.

Don't ever judge me.

My job.

My rules.

Move on.

Tyson.

I just got a text from Curtis.

They're moving the MC
to another safe house.

In English?

- Madonna and child. It's the Catholic in him.
- Hmm.

As soon as he knows that RV point,
he'll tell us and we'll go and snatch them.

What if it's a set-up?

I'm just asking. You trust this guy, Scott?

Yeah, I do.

This is the weapon Scott took
from Matlock's men at the airport.

I checked the serial number...

...found its provenance to see where Matlock
was getting his weapons from.

It's Rwandan. It's one of these.

Hundreds of Rwandan weapons...

...the cause of so much misery and death...

...now being sent to their own destruction
courtesy of the Conrad Knox Foundation.

The decommissioning of these weapons
is just the start of a widespread program to...

That's Ava Knox,
one of the foundation's directors.

- The public face of the company.
- And she's kind of hot.

This is one of the weapons listed as sold
to the Conrad Knox Foundation for destruction.

So Matlock's using the stolen weapons
from the decommissioning sites.

So there's another connection. Richmond.

When I was looking into John Devers,
I came across this.

Heh. Conrad Knox.

Mr. Fucking Africa?

You guys telling me that is our new target?

A guy who builds hospitals
all over the country.

He could afford Matlock
and acquisition of those triggers.

He's on first-name terms
with most of the cabinet.

If we're wrong about this, he could bury us.

I've, uh, spoken to the Lord Chief Justice.

The courts will rule against Section 20.

This time tomorrow,
you will have Mr. Evans in your care.

Hm.

How's the family, Joseph?

Very well, thank you.

Johan will graduate
from Harvard this summer. Heh, heh.

Of course, he's, uh, looking forward
to repaying your faith in him.

Hm. I would rather like his father
to do the same...

...and revoke Section 20's right
to even remain in the country.

I have laid the groundwork
for these questions to be raised.

Well, raise them quicker.

- Is this the RV point?
- No, we're on a date.

Thought I'd take you to a game,
fuck your brains out. Just don't tell Matlock.

Bit public, isn't it?

With the whole place on lockdown.

He wants to score a goal
on a World Cup soccer field.

So do I.

Goal!

We've found your daughter
and grandson's new location.

We have a man on the inside
watching over them.

When it's safe,
we'll move in and bring them here.

Thank you. Thank you.

Your turn.

Did John ever mention a man...

...called Conrad Knox?

Jesus Christ.

Hopefully we won't need those.

It should just be Curtis and one other guy
at the hand-over.

How do you arrange all this for the boy?
Must have taken some clout, or money, more like.

Both.

But then, he has lost his father.

Here, let me show you where
you're taking him later.

Hands where I can see them. Legs apart.

Nice and easy.

You shouldn't have missed Scott
at the airport, Curtis.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I sent Kohl to follow you, take some pictures.

We were fighting. I ran.
Did you get pictures of that?

You were sending them texts.

It's just money. I doubled up.

I can switch back again just as easy.
It's only Scott and the Brit.

They want the hostages.

They'll be out there now,
just waiting for my signal.

I'll make sure they come in.
You can blow them both away.

It's like you read my mind.

Text him.

Send them to south side approach, Block 4.

Cool.

Richmond, we're on.
Can you confirm his position for me?

Phone tracker puts him at the stadium.

Man, I don't like this at all. It's bollocks.

We're wide open here.

Yeah, I hear you, but he's exactly where
he said he would be, so...

- Shit.
- What?

Throughout this whole thing,
he's always said MC. Madonna and child.

If it feels wrong, let's go.

Let's get out of here.
Let's go, let's go.

- Let's move.
- Fuck.

Come on.

- Hey!
- Wait, wait.

Hang on. That's him.

No. Let's go. Let's keep moving.

Drive.

- Hang on.
- Trust your instincts.

- Come on.
- Move. It's not right.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Move.

- Back, back, back. Come on, let's move.
- Wait.

- Fuck!
- Move, move, move!

Goddamn it! Fuck!

Fuck me!

Fuck you!

Fuck! Shit!

- Fuck!
- Fuck! Goddamn it!

- I told you it was a set-up.
- Not from Curtis!

- He was helping us, Mike. He warned us.
- Yeah, waving us in like that.

What choice did he have?
He had a gun at his head.

- I put him there.
- No, he put himself there, Scott.

- He did it by joining Matlock in the first place.
- Fuck!

It's the way you finish that counts, buddy.

He was with us.

She said you'd save them!

We'll get them back.
You won't lose your family.

If they're not dead, it's because of me.
I'm the one keeping them alive.

Let me go. Please, just let me save them.

- Do you want to build a bomb for this guy?
- You speak as if there's a choice.

Would you sacrifice your family
for total strangers?

Let me go!

Just keep them coming.

- Manhattan. Thanks.
- Sure.

Hi.

Hey.

Have I seen you before?

Yeah, at the airport.

Were you on my flight from New York?

From the rotten Big Apple? No.

I like a disillusioned man.

It means they're tired of the bullshit
and they want to cut straight to the chase.

Fuck. Jesus Christ!

Fuck.

Stop. Don't make me come.

I want you to come in me. Unh!

Fuck.

Was that even sex? Huh?

I've had easier cage fights than that.

That's men's big secret, isn't it?

What's that?

What they never admit
about physically fighting each other.

How intimate it is.

Heh.

Fuck off.

I have to go.

You know, you fuck like I used to.

How's that?

Like you stopped believing.

I don't even know what they want from me.

I can't build anything with just triggers.

Maybe that's not all they have.

All the weapons were destroyed.
The Israelis insisted.

Everything was buried at lmifula Emibidlana.

The two rivers under the mountains.
Zulu legend.

Wait, one sec.

Fuck, stop pointing that thing at me.

Nice to see you're on time.

Yeah, sorry. I was busy.

Yeah, I can smell her. Hey, Scott.

You were... You were right about Curtis.

It was worth a shot.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Fuck!

- Michael?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Fuck.

Mike.

Hostiles!

Shit. Fuck!

- Major.
- The safe house has been compromised.

- Stay on comms.
- Roger that.

You, with me.

- You've been fucking tailed.
- I didn't get fucking tailed.

Fuck.

Fuck me!

Zero! Safe house compromised!

We're on our way to exfil now!

Roger that. Backup's on its way.

Fuck!

Peter! Peter, I want you to do
exactly as I tell you to, you understand?

Go on!

Fuck.

Put your hand on my back now.
Stay on my back.

Ready?

You fucking bitch.

To that corner now. Move, move, move!

- Scott!
- Coming to you!

Mike, you go. I got this.

Come on. Come on.

They're gone!

Move!

Let's go. Let's go.

Slow down. Slow down.

Hey, hey. Slow down. Stop, stop.

I got an idea how they found us.
I think I got a tracker on me.

- What?
- Check my back.

- Who put that there?
- I'll explain later.

No, you're clean.
Let's split. You go that way.

- Yeah.
- I lead them that way.

- Okay, clear. Go, go, go.
- Okay.

Fuck.

Come on.

All units.
Multiple shots fired in Salt River area.

We're at Exfil Point 3.
No sign of them yet.

Bravo 1 has principal secure.

He's on his way. ETA: three minutes.

Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.

Come here. Let's go in here.

Look at me. Look at me. Come here.

It's just a normal conversation.

Okay.

This is car number 4 responding, sarge.

I'm two blocks away. Heading there now.

Where'd you fucking put it?

Where the fuck is he?

Richmond, report.

He should be there by now.
He's not responding to calls.

Bravo 1, report. Bravo 1, report.

Fuck.

Aah!