- Are you in? - What do you think?
My name is Sergeant Samuel Wyatt.
THOMAS MCALLISTER: Wyatt? McAllister. I'm here to get you out.
You may just be okay. You asshole!
GRACIE NOVIN: Wyatt, McAllister?
Lance Corporal Gracie Novin. Get in.
DONOVAN: The target... Omair Idrisi.
Intel suggests Idrisi is purchasing weapons for a major attack.
Did you know Lowry was a British agent?
Donovan only got us in to clean up her mess.
No one could ever know.
WOMAN: If you come home empty-handed,
that story does not have a happy ending.
- Today's the day you die. - (GUNSHOT)
Maybe this was all for something.
Hell, maybe we even made the world a better place.
Suspension's lifted.
- We're being deployed? - Malaysia.
- Colonel Alexander Coltrane! - Seems nice.
Team, this is Lance Corporal Chetri.
I felt we could use some support.
Russian FSB, special forces.
Zarkova! British military intelligence.
You are the assholes who broke into the GRUNTS server building
and blew it up?
Yeah, we're those assholes.
You know what the Russians are looking for?
Two-hundred-fifty kiloton warhead.
You were at a dead end and I have the way out.
ALEXANDER COLTRANE: Isn't that technically treason?
Only if I come home empty-handed.
NOVIN: Terrorists, nuke,
corrupt military unit coming after us.
- This gonna be fun. - (ELEVATOR DOOR RINGS)
COLTRANE: Bravos, we need wings,
we need equipment and we need to move.
NOVIN: And guns.
Got a feeling we're gonna need a lot of fucking guns.
Two-minutes-fifty till launch.
- Move! - (EXPLOSION)
MCALLISTER: Protected the whole of British military, so...
(SCOFFS) What do you want, Mac? A medal?
- Could've been worse. - This guy's something else.
(CHUCKLES)
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[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I understand you don't want to go back to the Balkans,
not after what happened,
but it's a high-priority mission,
and the clock is ticking.
As I've always told you, Alexander,
they're orders.
You don't have to like them.
♪ ♪
You just have to follow them.
[SIGHS]
♪ ♪
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
This is Zero.
I have eyes on two armed tangos,
Albanian mafia. Possibly more inside.
Expect significant contact.
♪ ♪
Eyes on your approach.
♪ ♪
Initiate distraction.
♪ ♪
[OPERA PLAYING OVER HEADSETS]
♪ ♪
Hold on.
♪ ♪
Clear.
- Clear. - Clear.
Clear.
Move up.
Bravos Two and Three take the ground floor.
Bravo One and I will take the first.
Find and extract the hostage.
Any idea why this hostage is so important?
That's classified.
Moving.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Wyatt.
Jesus.
♪ ♪
Fuck me. She's still warm.
♪ ♪
Matteo Ricci, a journalist from "Reuters."
Who the hell are we rescuing?
Fuck knows, man?
♪ ♪
_
Didn't know you spoke the language, boss.
Barely.
Save the chit-chat for later, Sergeant.
♪ ♪
Boss?
♪ ♪
Eyes on asset.
♪ ♪
[GASPS]
Dr. McCluskey, Colonel Alexander Coltrane.
We're here to get you out.
Is that what he told you?
♪ ♪
You should be more honest with your men, Colonel.
What's she talking about?
Move the asset out.
- [GROANS] - Yankee secure.
Moving reciprocal.
Copy that, Zero Alpha.
You okay to stand?
♪ ♪
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
We good?
Don't know, mate.
♪ ♪
Bodies downstairs.
ID says they're journalists.
♪ ♪
Those poor things.
They were only doing their job.
[CHATTER OVER RADIO]
Picking up hostile chatter on comms.
Could be backup en route.
Hold it there.
♪ ♪
Is the package safe?
No, it's not.
Where is it?
In a secure lab facility.
And how secure is "secure"?
They were very persuasive.
So to confirm, you have given up
the location and access intel concerning the package
to the Albanian mafia, of all people?
The package?
You don't even know what it is, do you?
I know I have my orders.
Oh, yes. They were sure to mention that.
Sign on the dotted line.
Protocol 12-33 swinging above my head.
What the hell's a 12-33?
It's a British military directive
that sanctions extrajudicial killing.
It means that you can put a bullet through my head
without feeling bad about it.
We're here to extract you, love, not execute you.
[SCOFFS] Oh.
Right?
Secure the exfil route.
♪ ♪
Boss?
You have an order.
You gonna shoot her here in cold blood?
I will not tell you again, Sergeant.
What did they say?
Did they say I'm a traitor or an enemy of the state?
You have no idea what's going on.
McAllister, you're making a very big mistake.
Probably, yeah.
But I want you to think about what we're doing.
We are recovering an asset and dealing with them,
as per our orders.
We are doing our job.
♪ ♪
Your people don't want me dead because of what I've done.
It's for what I planned to...
blow the whistle.
I was gonna tell the world the truth.
Sergeant.
♪ ♪
This is fucked.
♪ ♪
[THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO"]
♪ ♪
♪ I can't see where you coming from ♪
♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪
♪ And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" ♪
♪ But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪
♪ Come on, feelin' like you're feelin' now ♪
♪ And doin' things just to please your crowd ♪
♪ When I love you like the way I love you ♪
♪ And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you ♪
♪ 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪
♪ ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪
[UNEASY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
What is the package?
A few years ago, in an abandoned Kosovo war lab,
our men found something.
♪ ♪
A strain of hemorrhagic fever.
It's a weaponized virus, and...
rather than destroy it, I was sent to develop it.
♪ ♪
Are you trying to tell me that the British military
has been working on some sort of bioweapon?
Oh, not some sort.
The worst sort.
Sorry, Colonel, we're not the good guys in this one.
♪ ♪
Zero Alpha, we have inbound.
Five armed tangos, exterior main doors.
Copy. Move to RV.
Moving now.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Bravo Three, secure vehicle for exfil.
♪ ♪
[BULLETS RICOCHETING]
Stay in cover!
Keeping the target alive.
That's a novel approach to a kill order.
We haven't done talking yet.
If you say so, Colonel.
You need to tell us the location of the package.
♪ ♪
_
♪ ♪
[MEN YELLING]
♪ ♪
Yankee down!
♪ ♪
[GUNFIRE]
_
Pop smoke!
♪ ♪
On three. Three!
♪ ♪
- Permission to speak, sir? - Denied.
There's nothing on Dr. McCluskey.
What do you mean, nothing?
Well, as it was a covert operation,
she'd have been working under an alias,
which we don't have.
We don't have clearance for her military records,
and there's no record of a McCluskey
living or working in the city, so nothing.
Well, get me something,
because we need to find the lab
where this bioweapon is stored
before the Albanians get their hands on it.
Right.
Go on, then.
You got 30 seconds.
Pardon my French, sir, but what the fuck was that?
You told us it was an extraction.
Rescue a kidnapped asset from the Albanian mafia.
No mention of a hit job or any fucking bioweapons.
McAllister, nothing?
'Cause you were quite vocal before.
[UNEASY MUSIC]
I've said my peace, boss,
that we should think about what we're doing here.
What we're doing, Sergeant,
is following orders.
Technically, chasing down the mafia,
stopping them getting their hands on this weapon...
that's mission creep, not orders, sir.
♪ ♪
You did ask.
I didn't ask.
♪ ♪
I've just found something.
It was her birthday last month.
Her son sent her a card
addressed to McCluskey, her real name.
It was delivered to 75 Ruga Susamit.
It's about 15 minutes from here.
Did she use her alias on the rental agreement?
It was done under a shell company.
You two, get over there.
Find me something that gives us her place of work.
I'll see if Whitehall will declassify any of this,
which they won't.
Rest assured, you're not the only ones in the dark here.
McAllister, a word.
♪ ♪
- Look, sir... - Never...
start a conversation with "look."
I wasn't questioning your authority right there.
That's exactly what you were doing,
and it's not the first time.
You clearly have your own ideas of how we should be operating.
- Of course not. - Which is why
I'm recommending you for officer training.
What, as a punishment?
As an opportunity.
You've reached a ceiling here, and you seem to have
a desire to take charge.
And when would this be?
Soon as we've mission complete.
♪ ♪
Uh...
I'm not sure I'm ready to leave the field just yet, sir.
Feels like I've got a few good years left in me.
You might be in shape now, more or less,
but time's against you.
You're doing all right.
Yeah, but I look after myself.
Think about it before I change my mind.
Oh, and I almost forgot.
If you ever disobey a direct order
in the field again...
I'm finished.
We understand each other, then.
Good.
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Clear.
Wow, I love what she's done with the place.
Albanians gave it a thorough search, then.
I'll start here, work my way back to the kitchen.
Oh, milk and two sugars, love.
Coming right up.
[UNEASY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
You didn't speak up
when Coltrane had the gun on her.
Not my place.
♪ ♪
You didn't speak up, either.
Not my place.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
McCluskey knew exactly what she was doing.
♪ ♪
So you're saying she deserved it.
Saying if you live by the sword...
Some people can say the same about us.
But technically,
she was only following orders.
We're nothing like McCluskey.
♪ ♪
That's not your name.
Aletheia Labs.
Short stuff, you owe me a drink.
Shit. Down!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Hey! Hey!
You're soldiers, right?
♪ ♪
I have a lot of time for soldiers.
Oh, well, great. Let's have a beer sometime.
♪ ♪
Some other time, maybe.
♪ ♪
- Oh, shit! - Move!
♪ ♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
Go, go, go, go!
We got what we came for. Let's get the fuck out of here.
_
Zero, we got an ID badge.
Aletheia Labs.
Engaged hostile. We can't confirm his identity,
but he's a big bastard.
[LAUGHS]
Aletheia Labs. Plotting course for you now.
Take point. Get eyes on the place.
Rendezvous with Bravos Two and Three when they arrive.
Lance Corporal Chetri and I will secure a perimeter.
- Copy that, boss. - And yes,
we are a little outside our remit here,
so don't go blowing anything up.
When do we ever blow anything up?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪ ♪
[PEOPLE YELLING AND SCREAMING]
♪ ♪
_
Open it up.
My men have your colleagues.
Hesitation is not a good idea.
♪ ♪
_
[WOMAN SOBBING]
♪ ♪
Hey. What do we got?
15 hostages, five armed tangos.
How we gonna handle this?
Go in through the front, hit them hard and fast,
give them no time to react.
Risky.
Hey, you saw those bodies hanging up at the factory.
These guys aren't fucking around.
We secure the hostages, sweep the levels,
find that bioweapon.
Copy that.
- Any questions? - No.
Yeah, I got one.
How badly did Coltrane kick your ass?
♪ ♪
He's making me an officer.
♪ ♪
Get up. Let's do this.
[SCOFFS] Son of a bitch.
♪ ♪
_
[GUNSHOT]
[HOSTAGES SCREAMING]
♪ ♪
Got a runner!
♪ ♪
_
[LOUD CLANG]
- [DOOR CLICKS OPEN] - [GUNSHOT]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC]
You good?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Ah, shit.
Mac's moving upstairs. We gotta go.
♪ ♪
Novin!
Coming.
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Hey!
♪ ♪
Hey!
♪ ♪
Rooftop. Checking possible.
♪ ♪
Go.
♪ ♪
Mac, he's on the move, headed southwest!
♪ ♪
Geez! I'm hit.
[SCREAMS] Oh, fuck!
[YELPS]
♪ ♪
[GROANING]
[UNEASY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ ♪
_
Doctors say he won't be awake
for another few hours at least.
Keep me updated.
He's our one link to what's going on.
Sir, about earlier...
We'll talk later.
I imagine you have some questions, Alexander.
Well, I'd start with why the hell the British
are developing bioweapons.
Short answer: I don't know.
Long answer...
way above my pay grade.
[SCOFFS] Come on, James.
You're deputy head of the SIS, for Christ's sake.
So you know how far up this goes.
Now, some fucking idiot in command
will have justified it as a bio-defense deterrent.
Do you know what the Marburg virus is?
Viral hemorrhagic fever similar to Ebola.
Hmm. You always were smart.
So the Serbs were developing a weaponized strain
during the Balkans conflict,
and our good Doctor McCluskey
completed that work...
Better, stronger, faster.
In which case, I don't blame her
for developing a conscience.
No?
You can imagine the shitstorm that would've created.
Anyway, ethics aside,
just as well we were monitoring her.
Unfortunately, so were the Albanians.
Do we know why they want it?
The only thing we know for sure is,
if this disappears
down those black river Balkan trade routes,
and then the next time we'll hear about it
will be on the 6:00 news.
Biological weapon with Her Majesty's fingerprints
all over it, and that's the sort
of international fucking nightmare
that we can do without.
So you want us to chase down a weapon
that shouldn't officially exist.
I created 20 for times like these, Alexander.
There is one more thing.
The driver that we captured...
I think it could be Branko Hajrović.
Hajrović was marked dead at the end of the war.
Presumed dead. Missing in action.
And what does facial recognition say?
Says I'm wrong.
[DISQUIETING MUSIC]
I know it's not easy being here,
but stay focused.
It's a bloody mess.
And get the bastards
before there are piles of bodies
and questions that we can't answer.
♪ ♪
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[LAUGHING]
Come on.
♪ ♪
[LAUGHS]
_
You speak English in front of the staff,
and if you want to learn how to fight, ask me,
not your... bodyguard.
♪ ♪
And stop giving your mother shit about the wedding.
Can't go through with it.
Barely know the girl, let alone love her.
She's Veroni. It's business.
♪ ♪
What's this?
♪ ♪
That's your grandfather.
He should be buried in the family plot,
but that is all he deserves.
He caused the blood feud with the Veronis.
But now, you're going to marry one of them,
and our family will finally be free.
And please,
smile, for fuck's sake.
One day, all of this is gonna be yours.
♪ ♪
[DOOR SLAMS]
♪ ♪
The driver's name is Jovan Nishani.
He primarily works as a fixer for the Demachi crime family.
This is the head of the family, Edon Demachi.
His son, wife.
That's the guy that was at the lab.
That's pretty hands-on for a mafioso boss.
Well, the Albanian mafia split into family clans,
and the Demachis are quite low down that ladder.
That being said, a weaponized virus
would be worth millions on the black market.
Are you sure about the driver's ID?
Well, I've got files going back 20 years.
Petty criminal. Nothing stands out.
Dig in. Make sure.
We brought him across the border
from Kosovo for a reason.
He may be our best link to recovering that virus.
Yes, sir.
Wait, how dangerous is this thing?
You know, on a scale of, like,
[LAUGHING] "Holy shit"
to, like, [TEETH GRITTED] "Holy shit"?
Oof. Marburg's
one of the most virulent pathogens out there.
There's no treatment, no vaccine.
Body goes into shock.
Your internal organs bleed out.
And if this one's been modified...
Yeah, all right, we get the picture.
It's bad fucking news. We need to get it back.
♪ ♪
Sir, the driver's cell phone's cracked.
There's a meet tomorrow
in the San Marco district of Venice.
There's no definite location yet,
but I'm running traces on all possible Demachi comms.
What we thinking? Trying to sell it?
Stake out the area. Let's try and find out.
We're going to Venice. Nice.
Beautiful city to get shot in.
ID the players.
Locate the virus.
I'll remain here in case the driver wakes up
and we get better intelligence.
Now move out. Copy that.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Lance Corporal, is everything okay?
Yes, boss.
Staying focused on the mission.
You?
Same, but if ever you need to talk...
Thank you, sir.
[DISQUIETING MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[FLIES BUZZING]
♪ ♪
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Yeah, I'd say the facial recognition's
gonna be a bit of a problem.
♪ ♪
Probably why they arranged the meet here.
Needles and fucking haystacks.
All right, standard recon. Look out for bags, packages,
any suspicious behavior.
Yeah, well, I'm looking at a guy in a goddamn fox mask,
which would normally pass as suspicious.
[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]
Isn't that him?
Edon Demachi.
♪ ♪
It's not him.
Sorry, mate.
He thought you were someone else.
Zero Alpha, could really use some intel from that driver.
I was hoping to avoid this.
Give me a moment.
[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]
♪ ♪
[HEART MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY]
Good morning.
Tell me about Venice,
about the meet.
Do you know who I am?
You're the one who shot me.
No, before that.
♪ ♪
I served in the Balkans.
I was a lieutenant,
first with the UNPROFOR,
later with the NATO KFOR peacekeeping forces.
Sorry.
I do not know.
How does a Serbian end up working for the Albanian mafia?
Ah, how does anyone end up anywhere?
Life happens.
Tell me about the Venice meet.
I've not heard anything about that.
It was marked on your phone.
San Marco, today.
Then maybe I choose to forget.
[UNEASY MUSIC]
Do you choose to forget Branko Hajrović as well?
♪ ♪
I don't know who that is.
♪ ♪
[YELLS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
I'm not the person you think I am!
Please! [YELLING]
Please! Please! Ah! Ah!
[GROANING]
[CRIES OUT, WINCES]
Bosnia, 1992.
You were a captured Serbian officer.
We made a deal.
I'd have you released in return for key information.
We both wanted to find a way
to stop the atrocities that were unfolding.
And then two weeks later,
in the Drina Valley,
you were involved in a massacre.
No.
An entire village. Every man, every boy.
They were just children.
No, that was not me.
♪ ♪
This scar behind your ear
is consistent with facial reconstruction surgery.
[LAUGHS]
You clearly want me to be this man, don't you?
For what reason, huh?
Revenge? Peace of mind?
Huh?
Wanting it will not make it so.
But Venice, yes.
Maybe I can help you there
if you let me go.
♪ ♪
Not an option.
It's the only option. Look.
Police outside.
Spend the rest of my days in jail?
No thank you.
So come on.
How much does this information
really matter to you, Colonel, huh?
♪ ♪
[GROANING]
♪ ♪
Now talk.
♪ ♪
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Presidenziale Hotel, third floor,
1500 hours.
Shit. It's happening now.
Presidenziale's on Calle de la Corvi, due west.
All right, this way.
We're en route.
Right, move into position, observe,
and ID the principals.
- [YELLS] - Oh!
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[CHOKING SOUNDS]
♪ ♪
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
♪ ♪
[GROANS]
♪ ♪
[GUNSHOTS]
♪ ♪
Wait.
♪ ♪
[NECK SNAPS]
♪ ♪
[GUNSHOT]
[YELLS]
Help me! Please.
[GROANS]
I did not tell you everything.
You have no idea what he's planned for today.
♪ ♪
Vantage point. Let's go.
Move. Move.
Still a few minutes away.
♪ ♪
Get anything?
Hold on.
Yes. 2:00.
I have eyes on alpha.
[DISQUIETING MUSIC]
Buyer appears to be male, late 20s,
has a limp.
♪ ♪
I had hoped to meet the organ grinder,
not the monkey.
I speak for Zayef.
It's a little insulting that he can't speak for himself.
I've got a name: Zayef.
I think maybe he's the big enchilada behind all this.
The advance has been transferred.
♪ ♪
And the sample?
♪ ♪
Looks like a deal's going down.
Some sort of package being handed over.
I'm trying to find out more, but the audio feed is down.
[STATIC OVER MICROPHONE]
Bravo, I can get a shot from here. Just say the word.
Zero Alpha told us to observe and ID.
Hold for now.
Zero Alpha, are we good to go?
Zero Alpha?
[GUNSHOTS]
[PISTOL CLICKS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[NECK SNAPS]
♪ ♪
- [DEVICE HISSES] - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Like they say: handle with care.
Something's up.
He's not responding.
So what's it gonna be, Mac?
We gonna go loud or what?
He said to observe only;
next time I pulled anything, it's my career.
So?
♪ ♪
Fuck it. Let's do it.
Bravo Two, we're moving in. Go loud.
I'll take the front. You take the back.
Copy that, Bravo One.
What is it you didn't tell me?
I can save you, but you need to help me.
The buyers.
They want to know it's legitimate.
We have a strain of the virus,
a taste.
♪ ♪
Bravo One, do you copy?
They're going to release a sample of the weapon at the festival.
Already made the call. We're going loud.
Cheers, boss.
I'm taking the shot.
♪ ♪
_
[GUNSHOT]
♪ ♪
Stay! [SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
The glass is bulletproof.
I'm going mobile.
♪ ♪
Stop playing fucking games with me.
No, this is not our doing.
This deal is as important to us
as it is to you.
♪ ♪
We'll stay in touch.
Alphas alerted and on the move.
Principals scattering both directions.
♪ ♪
Edon! [INDISTINCT SPEECH]
[BYSTANDERS YELLING AND SCREAMING]
♪ ♪
- Move! - [SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[SCREAMING]
♪ ♪
Let's go!
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Fuck off.
[QUAVERS]
♪ ♪
Move, move!
♪ ♪
[SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
♪ ♪
Package heading east.
♪ ♪
Alpha One on the run.
No eyes.
♪ ♪
Move! Move.
Move! Okay, move!
♪ ♪
Move! Move!
Package last seen entering Saint Peter's Square.
We've lost eyes. Repeat, we have lost eyes.
Right, Wyatt.
Anyone who doesn't run, that's the target.
Right.
[GUNSHOTS, SCREAMING]
♪ ♪
There he is! There, white mask!
Don't move! Don't move!
♪ ♪
Move! Move!
♪ ♪
Move! Move! Get back!
♪ ♪
[GUNSHOTS]
Get it? Get it?
Got it. Got it.
Secure?
I don't know.
[UNEASY MUSIC]
Yeah.
♪ ♪
You fucking shot him.
Well, he was gonna throw it. I figured it was 50/50.
[GROANS]
60/40 at best.
Hey, it worked, didn't it?
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
I might have eyes on the buyer.
Moving to intercept.
♪ ♪
Hey! [SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[MOTOR REVS]
♪ ♪
[GUNSHOT]
Package secure. One tango down.
Remaining has exfilled.
No friendly casualties.
Copy that, Bravo One.
You're not going to help me, are you?
I'm not who you think I am.
You're going to let an innocent man die,
bleeding out like a pig?
Hardly that innocent.
Oh, please.
What's your name?
Jovan.
Jovan Nishani.
[EMPHATICALLY] What is your name?
[DESOLATE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
What we did
was for survival:
exterminate the enemy
before they get a chance to do the same to us.
It was a war.
No.
It wasn't a war.
You're no different.
Your people stood aside. You let it happen.
There were lines that we couldn't cross,
a mistake I will not be making again.
♪ ♪
Whether I am Jovan or Branko,
what difference does it make now, huh?
We cannot change the past.
Where has it gotten you,
Alexander, my old friend?
Right here,
sitting across from you,
my old friend.
[LAUGHS WEAKLY]
♪ ♪
[THE HEAVY'S "SHORT CHANGE HERO"]
♪ ♪
♪ I can't see where you coming from ♪
♪ But I know just what you runnin' from ♪
♪ And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" ♪
♪ But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder ♪
♪ 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no better man ♪
♪ This ain't no place for no hero to call home ♪
♪ ♪
[RINGING MUSICAL TONES]
[ENGINE REVVING]
So, we go after the people selling the bio-weapon,
and that means the Demachi family.
You make the deal happen, you say you work for me.
ALEXANDER COLTRANE: We locate the son and see if he'll work with us.
Nobody gets hurt, nobody gets harmed.
- We just want the weapon. - (GROANS)
MAN: Your friend said if I helped,
my father wouldn't be harmed.
What if I wanted him hurt?
Trains on the move, Zero Alpha on board.
Package is the priority. Shoot to kill.
- GRACIE NOVIN: I've got this! - (EXPLOSION)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Zero, I have eyes on two armed tangos.
Expect significant contact.
In true Strike Back style, we start the season
driving a massive, armored vehicle
straight through a brick wall.
And straight into a fire fight.
Shit kicks off with explosions and fights and guns.
So, it's a great opener for the new season.
Don't go blowing anything up.
When do we ever blow anything up?
This season, one of the things we were looking at
is what is the next stage for terrorism?
There's a whole trade route in the Balkans
and every single gun ever used in a terror attack in Europe
has come down the same route.
And it's where arms, drugs, trades people
go from Middle East to Europe, back and forth.
And that was quite an interesting place to put the team.
I understand you don't want to go back to the Balkans.
But there's a high priority mission
and the clock is ticking.
JAMIE BAMBER: Episode one, for Coltrane,
was a real opportunity
for Jack and I to explore a little bit
about what Coltrane's past is and the ghosts that lie there.
ALEXANDER COLTRANE: Bosnia, 1992.
We both wanted to find a way
to stop the atrocities that were unfolding.
To revisit his past through the prism
of what British Army Officers had to do
in the Balkans, working for the UN,
it was something I wanted to honor, and to do justice to.
- It was a war. - It wasn't a war.
Your people stood aside. You let it happen.
There were lines that we couldn't cross.
DANIEL MACPHERSON: Very early on in the shoot,
we decided to have a gun fight in the middle of Venice
on a Saturday afternoon.
When I read it on the page, I was like,
"How the hell are we gonna do this?"
To turn up on set and see the scale of it...
Hundreds of extras in these freaky-deaky masks,
and hundreds of tourists.
We turned a few heads.
There were just people everywhere,
and they were going along with it,
happily taking photos and like,
"You're on Strike Back, yeah." (CHUCKLES)
Anyone who doesn't run, that's the target.
- (GUNSHOTS) - (CROWD SCREAMS)
It all kicked off in the center that was a bit like
doing Strike Back the live play,
in the middle of the street, which was cool.
Move! Get back!
We'd be running past them and they're all cheering.
I think we made the papers and everything.
So, that was pretty funny.
- It worked, didn't it? - Yeah.
MACPHERSON: Novin and I go and do a pretty routine,
check around the house, and looking for clues,
and trying to find a trail, and work out where to head next.
And a massive dude with a massive machine gun
comes kicking in the door
and we had a fire fight in a two-bedroom apartment.
We've got a great special-effects department.
One of the most valuable parts of this department
are the guys with paintball guns firing pellets of spikes at you.
Shit!
So, I had all of the shelving of glasses and things like that,
and Kiki, on the paintball gun, firing paintballs at my head,
smashing glass everywhere.
We'll explode anything, while trying to have a gun fight
with this guy who decided just to...
throw a grenade in at the end, and we blew all the windows out.
Then I did a quick getaway.
We scared the neighbors here in Zagreb,
but it's just another day on Strike Back.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
For a covert team, we blow a lot of shit up.
(CHUCKLES)