Strike Back

Section 20 requires new leadership.

Some of you already know Captain Dalton.

Michael Stonebridge, you must miss it, in the field?

Tonight you'll be employing libe rounds.

Get down!

What happened to your brother--

His name was Jake. He was a fine soldier.

What's in the case?

Nuclear triggers.

do you have any idea what possession of those triggers

could mean in the wrong hands?

Can we start again?

Of course we can.

Kerry!

Craig Hanson as the man who murdered your wife.

- Conrad Knox. - That is our new target?

He could certainly afford those triggers.

With this...We can raise Africa

to where its voice is not just heard, but listened to.

There are clear guidelines about the treatment of prisoners.

Craig Hanson, Mr. Knox.

Hire him.

If we deactivate this one without doing the other one

at exactly the same time, it'll detonate.

I forgive you.

This isn't about Africa. This is about you.

Fuck me.

No!

Dalton has been shot.

Section 20 has a future after all.

It's a good thing there was two of you.

- Please... - Shut up!

You are making a mistake.

I have told you, I am a journalist. You are making a mistake.

The woman you were with... a journalist, too?

I don't know who you mean.

Don't you know what we do with spies?

You are making a mistake. I am Associated Press.

Check my credentials!

Where is the woman?

Kamali.

You are making a mistake. I am a journalist.

I know who you are, Sgt. Baxter.

I know everything.

in Britain, we have a game called Snooker,

which is similar in many ways; it just, uh,

requires a more skillful and delicate touch.

It's also played on a larger table with much smaller pockets,

so this is, um, easy.

You served?

No, ma'am. I'm an accountant.

You boys wear it like a badge.

I'm on holiday.

How far are you going?

Until we run out of road.

May you find peace at the end of it.

Cheers to that.

Oh, fuck me.

I love American girls.

Where's that buddy of yours at?

You should probably ask that pretty waitress of yours.

That's my daughter!

"Let's have some fun," You said,

"Let's get away from it all," You said, yeah. Brilliant.

Michael, you wanted to go for a fuckin' walk.

Mate, the Camino de Santiago's not a walk,

it's a spiritual pilgrimage. I told you that.

Hey, you boys, you know that California's a helmet state, right?

No, sir, we weren't aware of that.

- I was. - Really?

And you got traffic violations

in 6 other states from here to Alaska.

Only 6?

You runnin' from somethin'?

Uh, we're just on holiday, sir.

- Vacation. - Vacation.

He means vacation.

License and registration.

Does that belong to you?

Is that Richmond?

Fucking Richmond.

They're definitely with us.

See ya, man.

Stand to, Sergeants. Leave is over.

- What's going on? - What're you talking about? We just got here!

Come on, Michael. Back me up on this.

- Look, we're heading south. We have plans. - Not anymore!

- Why? - What happened?

Baxter's dead!

- What? How? - Come on.

Briefing en route.

Wait!

Transport waiting at Twentynine Palms airbase.

I got a situation here.

Shit.

Not you, Sankara, you sack of shit!

You betrayed me.

No! I swear!

They murdered one of my men.

You give me Kamali,

or Hezbollah finds out that you're working for me.

But I'm not--

You better hope they think so.

Colombia! They went to Colombia!

Colombia's a big fucking place!

Kamali's meeting the Gomez Cartel and the Russians!

They're about to go to war!

Put some fucking clothes on. You're disgusting.

Ready, Sergeant.

What is that you're gonna put in my ass?

Yellow fever, tetanus, typhoid.

You're going into Colombian jungle, Sergeant.

You're gonna be dodging more than bullets.

Seein' as you asked so nicely, Doc, here you go, man.

Here we go.

That wasn't gel.

Who's your daddy now?

Major Dalton, they're ready for the briefing now.

Welcome back, Sergeants.

I presume you've heard about Baxter.

Yes, ma'am.

We will have time to mark his death, but as it stands,

we only have a small window of time to catch the fuck who did it.

Richmond...Whitehall online yet?

Coming up now, Major.

They're ready for you, sir.

Major.

Gentlemen.

- Shit. - Good evening, Colonel.

- That's Philip Locke. - What, you know him?

No. I know of him.

- Never met. - Headlines only.

While you two were away on your little soiree,

an operation in Beirut went badly wrong.

Sgt. Baxter's killer is this man--

Leo Kamali.

He's a British national, Lebanese heritage.

Kamali is the money man of the Al-Zuhari terror network

and the brains of the operation.

Thanks to Kamali, Al-Zuhari and his organization control

the supply of most of the cocaine and heroin going into Europe.

Dalton and Baxter were tracking him, and, uh, well...

care to embellish, Major?

Low-level surveillance, intelligence-gathering.

We got made somehow.

Can you turn that off?

We get Kamali, we get Al-Zuhari himself.

He's the ultimate target of this mission,

and we've never had a chance to get to him before,

until now.

We have no current intelligence on Al-Zuhari's whereabouts,

but thanks to Major Dalton, we know Kamali's currently in Bogota,

but our chance to get him is limited.

Colombia is still its usual mess of corruption and violence.

Cartels still have politicians and police

on the payroll, so there is no trusting anyone.

Except this woman.

That's Kim Martinez, a DEA agent

running a small narco unit in the jungle near an area

controlled by cartel boss Miguel Gomez.

He's the man Kamali's gonna meet.

I've worked with Martinez before. She's good.

She's very good.

She'll take you to him.

Richmond'll set up the Mobile Crib at Bogota Air Force base.

Questions?

Yeah. You want him dead or alive?

We want Kamali alive.

With his intel, we could cripple Al-Zuhari's entire network.

Agreed.

But if capture's not an option...

kill him.

- Roger that. - Yes, sir.

The holiday's over, lads.

Good luck.

Oh, and, Major Dalton,

you know I've been looking for an excuse

to get some dust on my boots.

Don't give me one.

No, sir.

If they're bringing Locke into this, it's serious shit.

Yeah? What's his story?

Philip Locke. He's a Special Forces legend.

When I trained at Hereford, he was the man we all wanted to be.

He's served in every major theater for the last 3 decades.

Rumor has it he was one of the men who

went after the IRA on Gibraltar.

Got it.

Do you think they're ready for this?

The cartels don't screw around.

How are they looking?

Better than you, ma'am.

We should be fuckin' slammin' tequilas in Baja right now.

Don't tell me that, Michael!

Shit.

The plan was always to come back to Twenty, right?

Mike?

See you on the ground.

See ya round.

Go on. Say something.