All language subtitles for Strike.Back.S07E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- Come on.

This is Novin.

You know the drill.

- 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.

Are you planning to sing?

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.

Please.

- 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.

Uh...

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.

- 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...

Before being killed
outside the long night market.

- Please.

- 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.

- 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.

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?

You have cigarette?

- Don't make a sound.
- The fuck you want?

- That was a sound.

How many people in there?

- 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.

- Hands! Hands!

- Just want to talk.

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.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

Y'all hear that?

- Weapons down.
- Mac.

- Have you got
any more people out there?

- Listen, whatever kind
of bullshit this is--

- Shh.

- Incoming!

- Contact right!

- Stop!

- Sergey!

- Exfil!

- They're targeting the intel.

- 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!

- Get out the way!

- Your funeral.

- Mac, sitrep?
- Yeah, I'm good.

- Mac.

- Mac?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You should see the other guy.

- Go, go, go, go!

- I suggest we get smart
and play ball

with the local 5-0.

- Hey, easy, easy!

- Hey, easy!

- 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!

You don't believe me.
- I want to.

But no, I don't.

Fuck.

Then at least
just make it quick.

Next station...

- Okay, real talk.

How would you say
that your first day

as team leader went?

- Better than I expected.

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?

- No, as a mate.

- Not you.

Just him.

The one in charge.

- Yeah, that's right.

"The one in charge."

- 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.

- 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.

- He walked into the
headquarters of a rival group...

- 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.

- 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...

I ditched the call.

- 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.

Dickheads.

- You know this
isn't your fault, right?

- 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.

- Katrina.

- 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.

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...

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.

- 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.

- Gunfire coming
from target area.

- Tell me where it is.

- Tell me or I'll blow
your fucking brains out.

- Sarkova!

- Weapon down, now!

- Oh, this is not fair.

Normally I would have
Sergey and the others,

but they are dead.

- Then be smart.

Down!

Fuck.

- 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.

- What's he saying?

- You didn't bring a translator?

- Oh, you want
to translate something?

Translate this:
Fuck you.

- Contact!

- Give me a weapon.

- Come on!

This is bullshit!

- Clear!
- Clear!

- So much for
getting out quietly.

- Let's get the intel
and get out of here.

- 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?

- 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.

- Bravo?

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.

- Watch your back with babushka.

- Got it.

- On me.

- That's where
they're hiding the nuke?

- 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...

- King--Kingfisher.
- "Kingfisher."

both: Kingfisher.
- Is that--okay.

Is that a person
or is it a company?

- Can't we have
this conversation later?

- Contact left!
[gunfire]

- Come on, time to go.

Please, please.

- Contact!

- Weapons down!
- Moving!

- Move.

Changing!

- Changing!
- Moving!

- Move!

- Shit.

- You done?

- Yeah.

I'm good.

- Bravo, we have
additional Tangos inbound.

North lobby.

Bravo, do you copy?

Bravo, if you can hear me, you
have multiple Tangos inbound.

Bravo, do you copy?

Bravo, come in.

Bravo, come in.

- Comms check.

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.

- Shit,
that's the exfil stairwell.

Novin better get up here fast.

- Don't shoot, don't shoot!

- Don't!

- I need a weapon.

- Put it down!
I mean it!

- Contact!

- Contact.

- Oy!

- Let him go.
We need to keep moving.

- Going up?

- Going up.

- Hey, got a little problem
with the exfil.

- We've got a problem
right here!

- Getting busy, Mac!
Got another frag?

- Okay.

Not good!
Running low!

- Move, move, move!
- Moving!

- This was your plan?

To come up here and die?

- Feel free to fuck off
any time, Sarkova!

- It was a shit plan.

- 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!

Can you hear that?

- Helo! Go!
- Moving!

- Novin, cover fire!

- Go!

- Move it!

- What are you waiting for?

Get up there!

- Let's go, kid!
- Shit.

- Novin, let's move!

- 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!

- Hey, boss.

Turns out we're chasing
a stolen nuke.

- Okay, the plan?

Maybe not so bad.

- 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