Strike Back

He switched his aim from head to vest.

- Why would he do that? - I don't know.

We all know that Vartek's dirty, right?

When I mentioned the nukes, she drew a blank.

Well, that takes her off the Kingfisher List, right?

What are they?

I believe they're referred to

as portable tactical nuclear devices.

I've got the intel moving, let's move!

Go!

It's possible I could retrieve information

with the right equipment,

but we've lost everything in the crypt attack.

I know a way, but you're not going to like it.

Pavel! How you doing, bro?

-Are you fucking crazy? -We need to use your equipment.

"We?" She actually said "we."

- What have you discovered? - A Kingfisher.

Bravo One, stay on the truck.

Got shots of the driver.

Should be able to dig in. Track him.

Why didn't you kill me?

It is your people who are behind this.

Did he say anything at all?

Not a word.

You are a very good driver.

You were unlucky to be spotted

crossing Punchan territory.

But you were spotted.

It must be very valuable cargo

to take a risk like this.

Well, Dagon?

Is it a good day?

Yes, boss.

I believe it is.

[The Heavy's "Short Change Hero"]

Idiot!

Bravo still trying to get eyes on you?

Yeah, copy that.

You think your contact will deliver, boss?

She'd better.

This is some kind of shithole.

Looks like my kind of place.

Alexander.

How come you never age?

Oh, I've aged.

Just on the inside.

Lauren Gillespie, DEA. You want a beer?

- Yeah. - Yes, please.

I got it.

So I hear you're looking for a package.

We're tracking it from India to Myanmar.

Thought we'd lost it.

Our intel analyst pulled up these.

Uh, looks like your classic hijacking.

You see the way the body's strung up like that?

It's a warning.

"Stay off my routes."

Whose routes are we talking about?

Oh, well, this is where it gets fun.

Jean-Baptiste Zaza.

Punchan cartel.

Controls the majority of meth production in the area.

He escaped the Rwandan genocide at 19, he washes up in Asia.

Machetes his way up the ladder from drug runner to drug lord.

All you need to know is that this...

is the fucking wild west.

And this province of Punchan here?

Well, it's unique.

It operates as an independent state

within Myanmar.

You know, which means it's got its own law enforcement

and military, all of whom get sizeable kickbacks from Zaza.

Which brings me to rule number one:

He cannot be touched.

If he stole the nukes, we're not going in gentle.

And if he dies, there'll be a bloodbath to replace him.

I'm sorry, if you want my help, you've gotta follow my lead.

Maybe we don't need your help.

Well, good luck.

Jungle out there is a dead zone.

Zaza has so many off-book assets

it'll take you months to compile it.

I mean, hell, I have been here for three years

and I've barely scratched the surface.

We keep the package,

DEA gets the credit,

and we'd very much appreciate your help.

If the jungle's a dead zone...

what does Zaza use for comms?

Zaza has his own relay station

set up in the jungle for private communication.

You knock that out, he's forced to use regular radio.

Then you can eavesdrop on his signal.

Find out what he's doing, where he is.

Maybe even where he's hiding the packages.

Tell you what, let's play a game.

Everyone around this table who has a map

of Zaza's relay stations, take a drink.

You think we will find the nukes?

I'm pretty confident.

Well, because you're good at your job.

You can find anything.

This here is where modern warfare's

pretty much won and lost.

That's also a little bit-- how do you say?

A little bit creepy, yes?

Don't "how do you say" me, Captain.

You know exactly what the word was.

Bravo, may have X-rays inbound.

"May"?

Either we do or we don't. - You do.

Are you expecting company?

Well, this guy's been after me

ever since I sent his brother down.

Boss, we have three tangos inbound.

I figured you'd take care of them.

We're not armed.

These guys have semiautomatics and shotguns.

We gotta move.

Do you have a weapon?

Oh, come on.

How did I know you'd be unarmed?

I will not let you take me in like my brother.

Fine.

Let them go. They're unimportant.

- What the hell was that? - Huh?

We're not your fucking hit squad.

What?

You need something, I need something.

We're a good match.

Zaza's radio network.

Welcome to Punchan.

Don't ask.

Say my name.

Say my name.

Say it!

- Say my name. - Jean!

Jean!

You should come and live with me.

You would have money.

Everything you wanted.

I prefer to work for my money.

Oh...

You will earn it.

Aung.

I will think about it.

I've got to get ready for work,

and they'll be opening up soon.

I got in touch with the buyer you suggested,

and they're interested.

20 million for both nukes.

Jean, this was not an easy deal to set up.

Has Aung been fucking other people?

You know what her job is.

I mean anyone regular.

More than once a week.

There is a Chinese businessman.

Been coming and going a lot.

So now he disappears.

Of course.

But we need to stay focused.

Did you take over the Punchan cartel, huh?

Did you bring the rival gangs under control?

Did your money build schools and villages?

Change this whole region?

There is no "we."

Relay station one click uphill.

Copy?

I copy.

Well, say you fucking copy.

Why do I have to shove a string up your ass

and yank it every time I want an answer?

What is it with you?

Maybe I'm just a little homesick.

Yeah, of course.

What is borscht, again?

It's cold stew.

Cold beetroot stew.

No, that is winter borscht.

Spring borscht is different. It's better.

Any chance you can stay focused on the mission?

I've got your back. You can trust me.

Right, kids.

Stop the signal and force Zaza to use HF comms.

Clear.

Relay stations all across the jungle?

That does not come cheap.

A lot of money in meth, mate.

So, Zaza, he flees the genocide at 19

with nothing but the shirt on his back.

He arrives in another country,

doesn't even speak the language.

By the time he's our age?

Guy's got an empire.

I don't even own a car.

You're telling me a drug lord's making you feel

like an underachiever?

Almost 40, almost broke, almost divorced.

Almost about to blow up a relay tower,