All language subtitles for Strike Back S8x08

I promise you,

Zayef will not get away with what he's done.

Before my brother died he told me many things.

Like the fact that you betrayed your father for the British.

Not another word.

- Close the lighter. - Move, move, move!

You've been commanding a desk for 20 years, and here you are.

Active on a mission. Tell me what's really going on here.

- Go! - Move!

Zayef, the Demachis, we have our lead.

I need these weapons,

and you need the millions Mahir left me.

And I want the other British soldiers.

We need to get out of here. Now.

-Go, go, go! -Get down! Down!

- Hand me a grenade! - Ready!

- Wait, wait! - We're not moving!

- I know that! Hang on!

I got it, I got it!

- Go!

- Move, move, move!

- All right, move out. Shipyard office.

- All right, everybody, stop what you're doing.

Put your hands on your heads.

Move to the front of the office.

Go, go, go. Move, move!

Don't be afraid. We're the good guys.

- Down, let's go! Keep your hands on your head.

- Checking container codes.

It's already gone.

On a tanker ship, the "Elvira Luna."

Raised anchor about a half hour ago.

- You can trace it?

- Well, the start of the journey, yes,

but if it's being used for smuggling,

they'll evade detection using ghost trackers,

fake GPS signals.

- Right, better move fast.

I need to make a call.

- Boss, are we gonna blow up a boat?

- You know, there are ways to do this

without blowing up an entire boat.

- Really?

- Sure.

- You have one chance to walk away from this.

- And what makes you think I would do that

after everything you did to my family?

- What we did?

Arianna, we barely remember your husband.

I understand it was a major event in your life,

one that you'll never forget, but for us,

it was just another day in the office,

another target in the way.

- That's funny.

That's exactly what I thought

when I was watching your sergeant be gunned down.

It was just another day, Colonel.

- You've had your warning.

You want a war, I will give you a war.

Bit by bit, piece by piece, we will take you down.

- The "Elvira Luna"

is a medium-sized freighter ship.

Traffickers tend to hide arms and drugs

in amongst legitimate cargo.

This one's marked as agricultural machinery.

- All right, what's our rules of engagement, boss?

- It's mostly likely a skeleton crew

but mafia-funded and trained so technically hostile.

- Plus, if you got cargo worth millions,

they'll have added security.

I'm thinking fast-follow boats.

- Well, we don't go by sea. We go by air.

There a chopper in the area?

- Chopper would be the way to go.

Helo comes in dark.

We come in high and hard.

I say we end up here, on the blind side

behind the bridge.

Secure the deck, locate the weapons.

Question is, what do we do once we find them?

- Like I said, we're gonna blow up a boat.

- Well, charges placed in the engine room

would cause a chain reaction.

- But if the intel's correct

and he's planning on arming cells in Europe,

well, Munich showed us what Zayef can do.

Let's not give him the chance to follow that up.

- I thought I heard something.

- Hands!

- Room is clear. I'm checking out here.

- Do you speak English?

- Yes.

- How many crew?

- Crew of eight and ten security.

Five of our people and five of his.

- "His"? - This Zayef.

He doesn't trust us.

Down there watching everything we do.

- Are you saying that Zayef Hajdari's on this ship?

- Zero, get me a line home. - Copy that.

- What is it, boss? What's happening?

- Zayef Hajdari is on the ship.

We think Zayef Hajdari is on this ship.

- How sure are you?

- Sure enough to make this call.

- Very well.

Shoot to kill. Bring this to an end.

- We've just been handed a kill order on Zayef.

- Good.

- We're not gonna follow it.

- Uh, I'm sorry, that sounded like you said

we're not gonna follow it.

- The other day, Spencer mentioned

Sergeant McAllister handing Mahir back to Zayef.

- And?

- I've never spoken to him about that before.

He had no way to know.

- So what are you saying, boss?

That Mahir told him? Zayef?

- Right from the start,

we've been chasing a British bioweapon

so classified that we had no knowledge of it,

and yet somehow, Mahir and Zayef knew.

And then the stolen Russian tech--

again, highly classified.

Again, Mahir and Zayef already knew.

So much so that we suspected a state player at the time.

- Our own people? Come on.

- Well, you're the one who questioned the intelligence

that led us to Tel Aviv.

And where did that lead come from?

- Came from Whitehall.

- Oh, man.

Mahir...

Mahir knew about Mac's records.

This is fucked up.

- Look, I get there's a lot of questions here,

but right now, we have a kill order on this bastard.

This is our window.

- Right, but killing Zayef

won't answer any of those questions.

If Spencer wants him dead, we take Zayef alive.

Move out.

We locate the weapons first.

- Now.

- Got it.

Bingo.

- Received.

Just to confirm, it appears you have fast boats trailing.

Do not raise the alarm.

If you do, they'll be on you within minutes.

- Copy that. - Moving.

Let's lay charges and find Zayef.

- All right.

We've got two orders now, capture or kill.

You get eyes on Zayef, what is it gonna be for you?

- Ask me later.

You?

- I don't know.

bring him in.

- Mac's not here.

- What if we want to honor his memory?

Maybe we do what the boss says:

bring the fucker in alive.

- Clear. Lay the charges.

- Team, you good down there?

Team? - Good enough.

Just laying the charges now.

- Bravo One, locate and capture our Alpha.

- Copy that.

- Shit. Okay, move!

- It's all good. I'm done anyway.

The moment those flames hit the charges,

we're fucking toast.

- Moving. - Moving.

- Bravo One, fire below deck. Immediate exfil.

Bag your target or get out now.

- Copy that, but I'm staying on Alpha.

Moving to engage.

- We've got five minutes before the whole ship blows.

- Arriving on deck now.

That's our ride. Bravo One, move.

- Wyatt!

- Bravo One, you're out of time.

- I should just fucking leave you.

Go, go!

I have Alpha. I'm heading your way.

- Ladder on the right. Go, up.

- Bravo One, get moving now!

- Go, go, move!

We're set. Let's go.

- Hello?

- Target neutralized.

Package destroyed.

No friendly casualties.

- Good work, Alexander.

Bring your team home.

- Thank you, James.

You're awake, then.

My name is Alexander Coltrane.

And you killed my sergeant.

Can I have a glass of water, please?

- Coming right up.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- So did you bring me here to apologize?

- What on Earth do we have to apologize for?

- She doesn't agree with this.

- Don't speak for me.

- The arms that you were transporting,

they were meant for disparate cells all across Europe.

- What's an army without arms?

- So we have a puzzle.

For someone like you to have a directory

to all the different cells across the continent,

that would require some extraordinary intelligence.

These cells exist to remain hidden.

- Yes, it's true.

- So how did you know how to find them?

- My brother's information.

- And the bioweapon? - My brother.

Did you find anything on Sharif?

- I'm not here to answer your fucking questions.

- He was MI6, you know?

Deep cover.

- Sharif? - Yeah.

- So you're saying that we had a man inside your organization?

- More than just a man.

- Right, and you're just gonna share that with us?

- You knowing the truth doesn't put me at a disadvantage.

Sharif was there to clean up

in case things went wrong.

Make sure there are no loose ends.

My brother...

he was a paid agent for the CIA and MI6.

I imagine they recruited him in the university.

I do know he was meant to set me up

as this terrorist figurehead.

- No, I don't believe you.

- Oh, you believe me.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

And I--I sympathize.

Truly.

To know that you're being used

by the people you trust?

- You haven't seen him. He's losing it.

I don't know if I can control him.

- You just need to get him to Munich to follow the plan.

- Sir James Spencer.

- No, Sir James wouldn't do that.

- Right now, you have armed troops in the Balkans.

A week ago, that would have been unthinkable.

So maybe I'm just like

your weapons of mass destruction in Iraq:

an excuse for military action.

- You're fucking insane,

and you'd say anything right now.

- Your Sir James

gave Mahir tools to get the job done:

a sizable slush fund,

a hard drive full of information.

How else do you think I could contact

all those cells in Europe?

- This hard drive...

you have it?

- I have it.

- At what price?

- I want you to forgive me...

for what I've done to your sergeant.

- I forgive you.

- No, no.

I want you to really forgive me.

You fucking created me.

- We had nothing to do with it.

- You were here

in 1995.

Meant to protect us,

but you let them just walk in.

My mother, my father, my whole village.

Or am I just fucking crazy?

Did none of that ever happen?

But here...

now...

I forgive you.

I forgive you, Alexander.

So can you forgive me for what I've done?

- Where is this information?

- It's a place you've been before, Colonel,

a long time ago.

In Bosnia, near my village.

It's at home.

- We should report this in.

- To who?

You know, the ones we report to

are the ones that are boning us.

- We don't know that.

- Trust the boss on this one, all right?

- I thought you'd headed back home.

- I was at the airport.

Two hours ago. Vora, Albania.

When you told me Zayef Hajdari was dead,

was that you lying to me or your people lying to you?

- I'll handle this. - You'll handle it?

- Once they understand why we did this,

what's at stake...

Do you still have a trail on them?

- The slipped the net.

I presume they run countersurveillance procedure

as standard.

- I'd be disappointed if they didn't.

- So what happens if you can't find them

and maybe they decide to go all Snowden on the situation?

- They wouldn't.

- Just like they wouldn't lie about killing Hajdari?

You can't afford to be sentimental.

- I'll place them on the disavow list.

They even sneeze, it will be flagged.

- I have a team on standby in the region

who specialize in these unfortunate situations.

- I wasn't asking your permission, Carolyn.

I was telling you how this will work.

These are my people, and I will bring them in.

- The British destroyed the ship.

- It doesn't matter.

- You didn't tell me you were planning to ambush them.

- No, I didn't.

Look at you,

dressing like your father.

He always thought you hated him.

You shouldn't have confessed to Zayef.

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

- At the bank, when he asked about your father.

Did you think he was your friend?

Your fucking confidant?

- You need to watch your tone.

- If you'd ignored it, denied it,

then we could've pretended it never happened,

lived this lie together.

But if word gets out, I will look weak.

You understand that.

- What you look like doesn't matter.

I am the head of this family now.

You're just a mother, a housewife, a widow.

Nothing more.

- Children never think their parents had lives

before they were born.

- Don't make me put you in line.

- Loric...

I'm taking over.

- I mean it. - I know.

And I loved you.

Your father too.

It was real.

I didn't want to, but...

your time is up.

- Oh, Loric.

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

I had no choice, my beautiful boy.

Sorry.

- What's waiting for us out there?

No, no.

They know we've got him.

I just checked the GCHQ codex.

We're on the black list.

- What does that mean, exactly?

- It means we're not just disavowed;

our records are wiped.

We're not military.

We're not even civilians.

We no longer exist.

They can do anything they want to us.

- That mean I still have to pay taxes?

- I've got a fuckton of unpaid parking tickets

that I would like to disappear.

- This isn't a fucking joke.

You're on the list too,

which means the Americans are involved.

- It's a security measure.

It can also be revoked.

- We need to seriously consider what we're doing right now.

- You see how little it takes to become the enemy?

- We're the only suckers keeping you alive.

Everyone wants you dead.

- It makes no difference to me.

I've seen my death.

Oh, you've seen it?

- Yeah, I have this... condition.

Headaches, noises.

- Yeah, that condition is called you're fuckin' crazy.

- No, I don't think so.

- You put a bomb vest on your brother.

- No.

No.

Mahir chose that.

By the end, he saw the light.

- Oh, yeah, the light of 20 kgs of C-4 going off in his face.

- Lance Corporal.

We stick to the plan.

We recover whatever information Mr. Hajdari claims to have,

and then we make an informed decision about what we do next.

- It's a green light. Get your team to Bosnia.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

- Hey, where are you going? - I got work.

- Wait, wait, we're not finished.

Show some respect. No.

- Please, take your hand away.

- Novin, you got anything?

- I still got nothing.

- Zayef?

- I have eyes on one Tango. He is armed.

- Stay away from the gun!

Back!

Down, knees!

- Don't you fucking move.

Lance Corporal, weapon. - Sir.

- No one in there. It's empty.

- I had men, an army.

Where is everyone?

- I've got something.

East building. Get over here now.

This is fucked up.

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

- No...no.

I never asked for this.

- Yeah, I wouldn't recommend drinking the Kool-Aid.

These guys took their lives for him.

- You demanded they follow wherever you went.

Congratulations.

- Look at what I meant to them.

- Where's the information?

- Ah, back.

Tie his hands.

- On your knees, let's go.

- Chetri... verify it.

Well?

- It's verified.

Intel on European cells,

contacts, checkpoints,

border control.

All the tools Mahir needed to make this a success.

I think Zayef's telling the truth.

I'm sorry.

- Did you know about this?

- There's a chain of command.

You didn't give us a choice.

You decided we were disobeying orders.

I disagreed.

- We're a fucking team.

- You've got every piece of evidence you need right there,

right in your fucking hand.

- It doesn't matter.

Sir James is our superior.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

Right. Wyatt, you keep an eye on her.

Novin, cover me. - Copy that, boss.

- Military?

- Private contractors.

- I always thought you found their sort rather distasteful.

- This job entails a lot of distasteful things.

- Did you know what was going to happen in Munich?

- The arms, the trafficking,

every single weapon used in a terror attack in Europe

has come down those illegal Balkan trade routes,

and nobody does anything about it.

It's all right. - Did...you know?

- It's okay, he's not going to do anything stupid.

Thought you'd prevent it.

If Mahir had done his job right, you would have.

- So you just gave a known terrorist a bioweapon?

- No, I dangled a carrot and sent you on their trail.

We needed a terrorist ahead of the rest

with arms, tech.

Something splashy

to package to the idiots in Parliament and Congress.

- So you just created Zayef Hajdari?

- We're simple folk, Alexander.

We need a villain to hiss at from the stalls.

- Yeah, well, your villain,

he butchered innocent civilians,

and they bled out on the streets of Munich.

- It would've happened somewhere.

- Including my sergeant.

- Look, we're living in fear,

acting as though terrorist attacks

are a part of modern life.

Well, call me old-fashioned,

but I find that totally unacceptable.

- Sir James Spencer,

in the light of your actions,

I have no choice but to relieve you of command...

- Oh, stop acting like a bloody Boy Scout--

- Until such time

as a decision can be made by a higher authority.

- I am the fucking higher authority!

I created Twenty!

You are nothing without me.

- We have evidence.

We have Zayef.

- And you're on the black list.

I'm your only way out.

Come on, Alexander.

We're on the same side here.

- The satellite feed's just gone down.

- Well, maybe you could go snitch about that

to someone else. - No, listen.

All the channels--nothing.

Complete blackout.

So no one can see what's happening.

- Or what's coming.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Up, up! Move.

- Let's go!

- All satellite feeds are blocked.

- That wasn't us.

- Move, move. Go, go, go, go!

- Move! Go, go!

- Move, move! Find cover!

Tangos inbound!

- Let's go!

- Fuck! - Let's go!

- Suppressing fire! - Moving!

- Go, come on! - Moving!

- Go, go! - Move, move, move!

- Go, go!

- Targets are falling back to the train yard.

Still in pursuit.

- Make sure no one gets out.

- Understood.

- On your six! - On your left!

- Go! - Move! Left, left!

- Go, go, fucking move!

- Take cover!

- Move to RV three!

- Moving! - Copy that!

Go, go! This way!

- James, we need to fall back! Follow me!

- Come on.

- CIA-funded wet work. They don't mess around.

- Lance Corporal, you have the hard drive.

That's the evidence. Just get it secure.

- I'll secure it...sir.

- Move. - Sir.

- Looks worse than it is. - You'd make a terrible doctor.

- Four Tangos.

- I had to do something, Alexander.

The world was just getting worse and worse.

- You created a climate of fear to enforce change.

Pretty much the dictionary definition of terrorism, James.

- I wish I could've told you.

It's the boy, isn't it? McAllister.

You could've ignored a lot of things but not that.

- Check in building.

- How many rounds have you got? - Not enough.

- We need to get out of here.

- You go. - No.

- There's too many of them.

Think of it as my last fucking order, Alexander.

- James.

- I know, son. There's no time.

- Got movement over here.

- Wait, lads.

I have a message for those bastards at Langley.

Guess what it is.

- Down!

- Keep going! Find us a way out of here!

- Copy that!

- Hey!

- Drop the gun. - Uh-uh.

- Drop the gun.

- Son of a bitch.

Don't fucking move.

Sure you're don't want to talk?

- Sure.

- All right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Just here.

Hey!

Novin, you go! I got this guy.

No, fucking--

I had a real shitty year.

But meeting you...

made me realize what I got.

Do you know what that is?

I got a team.

Always take your shot, asshole.

- Where's Novin? Come on.

Fuck.

She went east after Zayef.

- Zayef!

Whoa, whoa, just hear me out!

- There's nothing left to say.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You lost your family.

I know how that feels.

That's what you wanted, right? For us to know how it feels.

Well, I do.

Inside, it's like fucking...

broken glass.

And there's nothing that can make it right again.

Yeah.

- Hey! Gracie.

Gracie, wait.

Wait, let's just think this through, right?

- Kind of through with thinking, you know?

- You still kind of had me going with the whole

"this is how we honor Mac" speech.

- We need him alive.

Spencer's gone. We're on a black list.

He's all we've got if we ever want our lives again.

- Yeah, sure.

They'll just take him to some black site.

Then one day,

a deal needs to be made and maybe, just maybe,

he's the right fucking currency.

And they'll just let him out there,

living his life again. I can't let that happen!

- Gracie, listen to me.

I let Mac go off alone.

- You had a job to do.

Gracie.

You couldn't have known what was coming.

None of us could, okay?

- I only shot once.

I could've fired again...

Finished it.

But he didn't deserve a quick death.

- Shut the fuck up.

- I don't matter. There will be others like me.

From the rubble and the wreckage you cause,

again and again, until you people learn.

But you never do.

So I killed your sergeant

and I let him bleed out

inch by inch...

Because your kind

don't deserve any form of mercy.

So, Colonel...

Can you forgive me now?

- I just, um--

I couldn't--

- I know. - I know.

It's okay.

We still have the hard drive. We have the intel.

The intel about the slush funds,

about Zayef, about Mahir.

We have it all. We're good to go.

Boss?

- Yeah, thank you.

Zero...

sitrep.

Zero, is the package safe?

- It is.

- Okay, proceed to RV three. - We need this, right?

To clear our names?

- Yeah, yeah, we do.

- So that's the plan?

We hand it over,

we get cleared,

it gets buried?

All that they've done,

all that we've been a part of...

Hushed up and forgotten?

- You need to trust me on this one.

- I'm sorry, sir.

I don't-- I don't trust you anymore.

And I won't let them bury this.

- Zero.

Zero.

- They are impressed.

And it takes a lot to impress them.

You turned that family around.

- 20 years.

- You took longer than we thought, yes.

- And not a word in all that time.

- So...

here are some words for you now...

All the way from your superiors in Moscow.

We have a problem.

I don't suppose you brought any guns.

We don't know where Chetri is.

You realize they will kill her.

Where's this hard drive you took?

I'm trying to look out for you.

We're blacklisted.

Look what our countries do to whistleblowers.

The truth is what matters.