Strike Back

There he is. Omar Idrisi.

Incoming!

Have you heard of the Section Initiative, dangerous soldiers for dangerous missions?

This is the target... Omair Idrisi and his wife Jane Lowry.

Prince Khalid, we suspect he is funding the terrorists.

- Mr Ives. - You have the money?

I really do love money.

You look taller on television.

I guess you'll wanna check the merchandise.

Portable air defence system, infrared homing.

Annular blast fragmentation...

warheads.

Time to settle up.

Yeah, we've been, um...

reconsidering the price.

You see these men?

If I told you how much they get paid, you'd probably cry.

And believe me, they're worth every goddamn cent,

so you pay me what we agreed or they'll reduce

your little Jihad here to a stain in the sand.

You smell...

...lovely, by the way.

A man should be rewarded for his labours, Mr Ives.

Take care now.

Keep the truck.

OK!

Let's get the hell out of this sand pit.

Surface-to-air, infrared homing.

What are you thinking?

Ever since the Prince was taken...

...loose ends concern me.

You motherfuckin'...

'I don't hate the West.

'I pity it.

'It's sick and diseased.

'But it insists on spreading its disease to other lands

'and other people.

'We will wipe the sickness out.'

Sorry, ma'am. We've got a fix on the target. It's urgent.

Morgan Ives, arms dealer. According to Prince Khalid,

he's the one selling the arms to Idrisi.

Five minutes ago, we intercepted a distress signal.

Ives' helicopter has been downed just outside Ajir.

The signal suggests there are survivors,

although we don't know who or how many.

- OK, that's that. - If we chopper in, how close can we get?

This is Ajir, as in "total war zone, insurgent stronghold,

one of the most dangerous places on Earth".

- Direct quote, New York Post. - Times.

What?

- The Times, not The Post. - The point is, someone said it.

You sounded a bit scared.

You don't get into a bathtub with a 400-pound gorilla and come out laughing.

If we get Morgan Ives out alive, we find out what he was selling Idrisi

and a location.

Good luck with that.

If he's gone down in Ajir and somehow even survived, he now has a life expectancy

of not very fucking long!

What you're saying is let's get a move on!

I'd like to hear what Mr Ives has to say for himself.

A Coalition pilot will drop you nearby. Go in, extract him and do it fast!

Come on!

Come on!

Oh!

David!

I'm gonna need you to find a pay phone.

- Find a what? - Don't worry. I'm kidding.

We're probably gonna die here.

Ugh!

I guess it's just you and me now, Mikey.

What?

Shit!

Any of you speak English?

I'm willing to pay five thousand dollars...

...to anyone who escorts me out of here.

That's cash. Five thousand!

Ten!

Fucking phone!

Moving.

Whoa, whoa! Easy, easy!

- Morgan Ives? - Who the hell are you?

McAllister.

Wyatt.

Wyatt, relieve Mr Ives of his weapon.

I'm a true believer in the Second Amendment, son.

Great. Let's have a beer some time. Weapon!

Bravo One to Zero. We have the package, moving to exfil.

- Moving! - Move!

- Move, move! - OK, I'm moving.

I've got a squirter heading south!

Idrisi!

So you were just in the area

and picked up on the distress signal?

Oh, no. This was a special trip.

We want to have a chat with you about Omair Idrisi.

No idea what you're talking about.

You're trying to tell us you've never heard of Omair Idrisi?

Even my mother knows who he is. I'm saying I don't do business

with terrorists.

Your intel was bad, boys. Suck it up.

It happens.

Psst!

Signal fires.

Yeah.

Now everyone knows where we are.

- Novin! - Moving!

Move!

And it's confirmed?

Roger that, sir. Out.

Bad news, I'm afraid, ma'am.

Stay close.

- 'Zero for Brave One.' - Brave One, go ahead.

Sandstorm incoming. Helo's been grounded.

You'll have to find a new exfil.

Intel suggests insurgency is thinnest on the east side of town.

Listen up. Change of plan. Helo's grounded.

We're going to proceed on foot until we find a vehicle we can take.

- Roger. - You want us to walk out of here?

We'll never make it.

The local pastime is insurgency

and guerrilla warfare.

Keep sharp for a vehicle we can take.

Moving!

You should have left me at the fucking crash site.

At least my death would have been quick.

Novin, we've got a vehicle here.

Moving!

Good job, soldier. Could have been an insurgent cat.

- You can never be too careful. - Dick!

Sorry, Captain. This hunk of turd's going nowhere.

Shit!

Move out.

Moving.

- Let's go. - What division are you guys with?

The Royal Division of Please Shut The Fuck Up!

At least give me my sidearm back.

- I'm naked here. - You want your sidearm?

- Yeah. - How about you start talking about

Omair Idrisi?

Like what he was buying and where his base of operations is.

All wonderful questions, but I've never met the man.

You think this is a fishing trip? We have Prince Khalid.

We know about the money.

Well, maybe you get me to safety first,

then we'll see.

- No, we'll see now. - It's vital you're properly invested

in my continued wellbeing.

You really are a piece of shit. You know that?

You have to keep this piece of shit alive,

so eyes on, soldier.

Stay frosty.

Hey, hey!

Easy, easy, easy. You two come here.

Hey, hey!

- He's clean. - Where you want to go?

I get you there, no trouble.

The mission priority is to get Mr GQ here and his intel to safety

and safety is still a hell of a long walk away.

Kid, listen to me. What's your name?

Saddam.

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

- It's a common name. - It's a big, red flag.

Saddam, we need a car.

Cars? Sure. I can take you to cars. What kind do you want?

- Anything that works. - 20 dollars.

Anyone got 20 dollars?

You, asshole!

- Fuck you! - Hey!

Business is good.

I'm all for utilising local knowledge,

but what's to say he's not gonna lead us down sniper alley?

Thank you.

Listen to me. I'm not just giving you money.

I'm giving you my trust. Do you understand?

- You understand? - Of course. This way, Captain America.

Let's go.

- Come on. - Good boy.

You stupid, stupid, stupid...

- Quick question. - Shut it, Ives!

If that kid's full of shit, is Captain America gonna put a bullet in him?

Kid, wait up!

Stay behind me.

Hey, mister! You want a girl?

Yeah, sure. That's all I need right now... some war zone pussy.

50 dollars. Very sexy lady.

Someone explain sarcasm to little Hussein here.

- What's the matter? - I've got a bad feeling.

Where do you think everybody went?

I go check, make sure everything is OK.

- You wait here. - I go first, OK?

Kid, I said fucking wait! Shit!

Shit!

You stay.

- I can't. - Fuck's sake!

Contact!

Kid, get down!

- Changing! - Hurry!

Ugh!

Shit! The kid's been hit!

Moving!