Strike Back

I'm going to ask you why you're still here.

You were at a dead end and I had the way out.

Lao Shu, you're the one who killed the British soldier.

Novin! Novin! Sitrep!

- Go on without me. - You heard her, let's go.

Lao Shu is not the mission.

She had nowhere to turn but me. I let her down.

You're disobeying a direct order.

My fight is not with you.

Mine is. Remember Davis?

Locate and secure the package, over.

Copy that. It's going airborne.

Grenade!

You faced a tracker to the missile crate.

Seemed the best tactic.

If you're willing to share your intelligence,

I'm willing to discuss some kind of a deal.

Da?

Hey! What are you doing!

What is this all about?

No.

Professor.

Yes.

[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero"]

So this Bharat guy, he's a local fixer?

If something's gone on, he usually knows about it.

And you have used him before?

I have, yes.

In what capacity?

For information.

This is Bharat's.

All right.

You just keep delivering that intel, Zarkova.

You are kinda here just as courtesy.

I guess we'll just make ourselves at home

until he gets here, eh?

One week since the missile arrived in India

and all trace was lost.

I'm giving you access to an FSB informant,

so a courtesy?

I'd say I'm more of a necessity.

Uh, this mate of yours.

5'7", awesome mullet?

We got a runner.

Heading west. He's all yours, Mac.

Move! Move!

Hey, there.

Of course I ran.

You were breaking into my room.

Sometimes you're a little bit reluctant to cooperate

and need a little persuasion.

I'm not on your fucking payroll anymore.

We're on the track of a stolen nuclear missile.

Arrived in country a week ago.

Missile? No.

But maybe something.

Three scientists have gone missing.

Suspected kidnapping.

What's the connection?

These are not normal scientists.

All three men are connected to

nuclear energy program.

But now I hear one of the scientists

may have escaped.

Good work on the lead.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, I think he's talking to Zarkova.

Hey, I was the guy that took him down.

Yeah, after I ran him

all the way down the beach to you.

Oh, an ability to run.

Pretty much a bare minimum requirement on this job.

- Well done, boys. - It's true.

So is the intel good?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Hey, there.

- Sergeant Wyatt. - Correct.

Are you aware of the Mahadeva Corner Shrine?

300 years old,

hand-carved depictions of Brahma and Vishnu?

Should I be?

Considering it managed to survive

both revolution and annexation

until you smashed it into pieces.

Team, this is, um, Lance Corporal Chetri.

Chetri, the team.

I felt we could use some support in the crib.

All right, kid.

New computer guy, right?

Checking through the info,

all three scientists were taken a week ago.

No ransom, no trace, no public sightings.

What about family or partners?

One anomaly coming up.

Samira Shah.

Daughter of Professor Yamal Shah.

Works as a doctor at the General Hospital.

A track on her credit card brought up a sizable payment

this morning at a local chemical company,

Beta Chemika.

Seems to be a purchase.

Filgrastim, for immediate delivery.

It's a medication used to treat low white blood cell counts.

It's also used to reduce the symptoms

of radiation poisoning, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Maybe that's the connection.

Must be her father who escaped.

Certainly feels like more than a coincidence.

Let's get eyes on her.

- Find out. - Copy that.

All the families who lost someone

in the bombings were deeply affected.

It was important for me that out of my son's death

came some element of hope.

A foundation to help underprivileged children

fulfill their potential.

Hindu children.

The Vartak Foundation has a narrow focus.

Excludes Muslims, for example.

And Sikhs.

Jews, Christians.

But the tragedy that took your son's life away, though,

it was blamed on Muslim extremists.

I-I feel sorry for them.

For anyone who resorts to violence to prove a point.

This isn't political.

We Hindus may be the majority

but we still need a helping hand at times.

What are you doing here?

I have news.

In my fucking house?

Do you have any idea what would happen

if you're seen here?

I've already got some bitch journalist

snapping at my heels.

One of the specialists, Yamal Shah,

he's slipped away.

I have people tracking him.

People?

No. You handle this personally.

And I will.

But something more important has happened.

Nothing is more important than this.

We're changing a nation.

Anjali.

I found him.

You've... found him?

The man who killed your son.

Approaching.

Copy that. We have eyes on the back door.

We're standing by.

Samira Shah.

We're looking for your father.

My father doesn't live here.

Planning a quick getaway?

You're not alone, are you?

We're here to help.

Don't shoot!

Ah!

- Clear. - Clear.

Abu...

Professor Shah.

We know you were kidnapped a week ago.

British military?

We're looking for a stolen nuclear missile.

What can you tell us? What do you know?

For goodness' sake, can you give him a moment?

Samira, child, please.

If you could, the medicine.

They--they took me to some run-down factory.

The men in there were using it

as a rudimentary lab.

Under gunpoint, I was forced to dismantle the warhead.

How'd you get out?

One of the others tried to run.

After they shot him,

they threw his body into a truck

to be disposed of.

I saw my chance

to smuggle out beneath him.

I was willing to risk a bullet

rather than continue with what they were making me do.

And what was that?

To use the warhead

to create two new portable nuclear devices.

So we're talking about suitcase nukes?

So what was your plan?

Gonna make a run for it?

Yeah.

To Mumbai, to a hospital there.

This is my fault.

The moment he turned up at my door,

we should have been on the road.

Why were they holding him here?

I guess they looked at his home, his work,

all the places he might run to...

No, I mean, why hold him?

Why not drag him out to the car, take him back?

Unless...

They were waiting for someone.