Strike Back

- Give us something solid. - Used a go-between,

a banker guy called David Amelio.

We tried to check-up on him but he's a ghost.

All those pictures of Section 20.

Jane is on to us, knows exactly who we are and what we're doing.

Move!

I wish you could see what comes next.

- That's our man. - I know him.

Get down!

He's the last person in the world we want Jane Lowry to get a hold of.

Kamil Markov.

Come.

Dr Markov.

How much longer?

48 hours.

I am confused, Tommy.

We give you job, pay you decent wage

and yet still you see fit to steal from me.

Do you think I do not keep track of my product?

- I am so sorry for this. - Hm.

My mother passed away yesterday.

She always taught me to believe in actions over words.

You say you are sorry...

...then prove it.

One finger.

Show me how sorry you really are.

Mr Borisovich.

Sorry to disturb you.

I need to use your facilities a little longer, please.

Three more days, with an option to extend.

30,000 a day,

payment within 24 hours.

Rocko here will make the arrangements.

But please, be prompt.

What's the one thing the boss said?

Don't trip the alarms.

That was not my fault.

Do you people have any idea what's going to happen to you?

What, your big fuckers shooting at us?

Cos it's already happening, mate!

- Skinny, call off your men, now! - They're not my men.

They belong to the Cosa Nostra, the cartel,

they're here to protect their money.

Coming through!

The guy hit a panic switch, it could've happened to anyone.

Yeah, but it just so happens that it happened to you,

- so you owe me a beer. - No, no, no,

the bet was triggering an alarm.

A panic switch is a completely different thing.

Get behind me, Skinny!

It's the same goddamn thing!

- Go on, back to blondie. - That's Captain Blondie, come here.

Wyatt's right by the way, you owe us a beer.

All right, I owe you a beer.

Get in, get in!

Go, let's go!

Clever place to hang out.

Container, mobile, moving locations.

I was impressed.

- How did you find me? - Rosa Varga, Magyar Ultra,

the money Lowry was paying them.

I want to see a lawyer.

Skinny, look where you are.

This isn't the sort of room a lawyer walks into.

Still maintain it was a panic switch but...

Good man.

She's playing him like the world's saddest violin.

How long have we got with this clown?

Managed to hold off Whitehall so far but they are scratching at the door.

They want him handed over within the hour.

Captain better crack him fast.

You launder and transfer money for a lot of bad people.

There's a lot of secrets on that laptop of yours

and a lot of security agencies who want to get their hands on you.

All I need from you... is access to Jane Lowry's account. That's it.

So either you help me or...

we hand-deliver you back to the cartels.

Zero, uplink going live.

Reading loud and clear.

- We good? - We're good.

I-I-I can go now, right?

You knew exactly who you were working for, Skinny.

See you in 25 years.

Sir, there's over a million dollars in the Lowry account that Skinny was handling.

Shut it down. I want her starved of funds.

- That's her account frozen now, ma'am. - Nice work, Johnson.

Jensen.

- Nice one, lad. - Thanks, man.

What're you doing?

- Can you trace where the money was going? - Err...

- It may lead us to Jane's location. - Yes, yes, I can.

So no cash, no resources. Lowry's gotta start seeing the writing on the wall.

You saw how hard she went to get Markov. You don't do that and give up in a day.

I'm not saying she's gonna give up in a day. I'm just saying...

Sorry, do you mind? This is quite tricky. And the chatter is...

I think Jensen just told the two of you to shut the fuck up.

OK, so it's gonna take a few hours to confirm this but I'm already seeing

a common thread here.

Lowry's payments were all funnelled into shell companies.

All of which are connected to one person...

Belarusian businessman Milos Borisovich.

Milos Borisovich. Owns a string of drug labs.

Everything from crystal meth amphetamine to anabolic steroids.

He's the next in line to the largest Belarusian crime dynasty.

Do you know why we wash the body, Alexander?

It's to cleanse it of all worldly sin

before it passes into the next life.

And your grandmother needs that more than most.

She made this family what it is.

And she was very fond of you.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Then bring her in.

Finish up.

You enjoy your work.

Hm.

Everyone said that Novichok could not be done.

No, it was an impossible puzzle.

And I was the only one that could solve it.

- We are not to be disturbed. - You have defaulted on your payment.

- Mr Borisovich wishes to see you. - That can't be right.

I need some time to look into this.

Please. We made an agreement.

You broke that agreement. I think it would be better to talk, no?

Thank you.

Tomorrow this house will be full of guests,

commemorating the life of my mother.

But tonight... tonight I am lucky

because a beautiful woman has come to fuck me.

That is what you are doing, is it not? Fucking with me!

I have a temporary issue with funds.

In this world only two things matter... profit and loss.

- Right now you are in the wrong column. - I can get you the money.

And I can pay you extra for the inconvenience.

How much "extra" are we talking?

50,000.

But I need to travel to meet someone.

24 hours.

You can go.

But Markov stays.

And if you do not return,

then you lose everything and we will have problem.

- Yeah. I understand. - Good.

By combing through Borisovich's acquisition list,

I saw that five days ago he ordered specialist lab equipment

for his facility in Turov, southern Belarus.

That's where Lowry must be.

Please tell me this plan involves kicking in some doors.

Doors are definitely being kicked in.

We cut off Jane's finances, now let's go for the nerve gas.

We'll travel to Turov overnight, hit them first thing.

Take out Markov. Destroy the lab.

- Put an end to this. - Yes, ma'am.

Nearing Turov. Saddle up, boys.

- Hm. - What?

You really like getting into character, don't you?

I take pride in my work, McAllister.

Is that how it was back in Task Force 18?

You're gonna have to talk about it sometime.

Au contraire, Pierre.

I don't have to talk about shit.

Approaching.

G'day. Pest control, at your service. You got termites.

- Pest control, really? - Yeah, what would you have said?

- Exterminators. - Not very subtle.

Oh, I didn't realise we were doing subtle.

- Put your hands up! - Hands! Let me see your hands!

- Everybody stand back! - Everybody lay down!

Down on the ground now! Put your hands in the air!

Stay down!

- You got this? - We got it.

Try not to trigger any alarms, hey?

- Get your hands up! - Hey, I love your work by the way.

What are you waiting for? Let's go!

Don't piss the lady off! Do as she says!

Whew! Party time!

I got eyes on Markov.

Move!

Go left, left. This door. Move.

Locked. Markov's getting away.

- Move, move! - They've got an exit.

- Target's escaping, we need to intercept. - Throw me the bag.

- Gonna blow the door off. - Contact!

Check your six!

How we doing with that door, Wyatt?

About to blow it, just give me a second!

Move, move, move!

- Oh, shit. - Oh, shit!

Yeah, that's not good.

Wyatt, we've gotta go, this place is gonna blow.

Oh, shit!

Forget the damn door, we need to get the fuck outta here now!

OK, move, move, move! Get out! Let's go, let's go!

- Come on, come on, come on! - Come on, move!

Wyatt, we need to move now! The whole place is gonna blow.

- Move, move! - Go, go!

Let's go, Wyatt, move it!

Move!

Hey, Jensen, you wanna warn us about a secret exit next time?!

It wasn't marked on the plans.