Strike_Back_2011 - S02 - E7 Project_Dawn_#7 Re-Sync & Edit Tharindu_Lakmal_Jeewantha
MANNING: Hello? What? No, it's a bloody awful line.
Oh, yes... No, no, listen,
I've made it perfectly clear,
I'm not passing a report like that to the sub-committee.
(GUN SHOTS)
(GRUNTS)
And what the hell happened to the car at the airport?
No. They've put me on the bloody bus with the...
Never mind, make sure I have one on standby at the hotel.
No, thanks.
Your first time in Kosovo?
- Mmm-hmm. - Ah, fucking awful dump.
After 50 years of Serbian Communism and a bloody civil war, Mr Bailey,
what did you expect? A holiday camp?
Still, no doubt they will appreciate your invaluable advice on...
Infrastructure privatisation.
Ah.
And then they'll be able to turn the whole country into a shopping complex.
Okay, well send her some flowers...
Could you turn the air con up?
Hello? Hello?
Did I hear you say you were an economics advisor?
DANA: Yes, from Erasmus University of Rotterdam.
BAILEY: So, got any nice investment tips for me?
My advice would be to spend all your money as soon as you get it.
- Why's that? - Well, tomorrow you might be dead.
You should make that the title of your report.
Yes, it's catchy.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
- What are you laughing at? - (MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)
- Husband? - Boyfriend.
Ex-boyfriend.
MANNING: What do they want?
Look, tell them we're part of the EU mission.
They don't need to see our passports.
(SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)
(SPEAKING ALBANIAN)
(GASPS)
(MOANING)
Okay, your turn.
Yes, ma'am.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
Fucking thing.
(CONTINUES RINGING)
All right.
Shit timing, pal.
Where are you going?
Work.
Am I going to see you again?
Truthfully? Probably not.
That orgasm I had...
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah. You gonna tell me you faked it?
- (DOOR OPENING) - Actually...
(DOOR CLOSING)
Mmm-hmm. Morning.
Target's in town.
That right?
You look like shit.
Thanks... No sleep.
Yeah? Pretty, was she?
Ah, she's hot.
Yeah? Do everything you wanted?
- Mmm-hmm. - Good girl.
She's really talented.
Well, that's brilliant.
Scott, did you remember to deflate her when you were done?
SCOTT: (CHUCKLES) Yeah, yeah.
STONEBRIDGE: Are we good to go?
Change of mission.
About 8:00 last night, five EU officials were kidnapped
leaving Pristina Airport in Kosovo,
they were kidnapped by this man.
Fatmir Hasani, one-time member of the Kosovan Liberation Army,
also the biggest heroin trafficker in the Balkans.
He runs, what amounts to, his own state within a state
and he's got an army to go with it.
In return for the hostages, Hasani is demanding the release of Aquim Rama.
Rama is Hasani's cousin and the terrorist responsible
for the attack on the US Marine base in the Philippines,
and linked to the bombings in London in July 2005.
We arrested him a month ago in a joint op with the Austrians.
Where is he now?
Here, in a maximum security prison just outside Vienna.
Your mission is to take Rama back to Kosovo
and secure the release of the hostages.
Use civilian cover for the prison.
So, this guy killed American soldiers?
Langley's gonna love us letting him go.
If we don't produce Rama,
Hasani has threatened to kill the hostages in six hours.
STONEBRIDGE: I thought we didn't negotiate with terrorists.
One of the hostages posing as a trade delegate, is in fact John Allen,
Ml6's expert on white Muslim terror.
SINCLAIR: And according to Gerald Crawford,
the British Intelligence Officer who's working for Latif.
This chap was coming to Vienna, it's why we're here.
He was, probably to interrogate Rama.
But there's been a change of plan, we don't happen to know why.
Somebody probably mentioned that we were looking for him.
Hey.
Allen may have information about Project Dawn.
I want you to get him out.
And if we can't?
Well, then you make sure that he can't help Latif any more.
So the minute we're onto Allen, he changes up,
detours to Kosovo and gets kidnapped by this guy's cousin.
You ever feel like you're not getting told the whole story?
Not everything's a conspiracy.
Could just be a coincidence.
You want to take that chance?
Good.
We finally got that list of all Allen's contacts from Ml6.
Well, he has been a busy boy. All right, thank you.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Aw, that's gonna be you pretty soon, buddy.
It is yours, isn't it? You had the test?
- You're such a twat. - (CHUCKLES)
I can understand you're stressed about having a baby,
I'd be stressed, too, it's natural.
Look, the reason I'm not going to have this conversation
is because you're the type of bloke who thinks a relationship with a woman
is going halves on a pack of rubbers.
No, that's just equality.
Hey, if you need me to be the godfather, I'm there for you.
Hey, mate, making the phone call. Listen, I'll call you right away.
- Nice bike. Fuck. - What the hell?
(GRUNTS)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
- Hey, hey! Who sent you? - Mine's gone.
- (CHOKING) - Who sent... Shit.
Cyanide pill.
SCOTT: You fucking serious?
(SIRENS WAILING)
- Let's get out of here. Move. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(SIRENS BLARING)
They look pissed.
Heads or tails, buddy?
- Heads. - (CHUCKLES) You lose.
GRANT: I'm waiting for an explanation.
A motorbike came up alongside the van and put a magnetic charge on the side.
And?
We followed the attackers.
Resulting in the deaths of two men in broad daylight in front of witnesses.
You're not even supposed to be in the country.
Come on, we got the guys.
That was not the mission, that was not the priority.
You were to transport the asset in exchange forJohn Allen.
Instead, we have a blown mission,
the entire Austrian police force on full alert, and a dead asset.
He's in the boot.
What?
SCOTT: Rama. We put him in the trunk.
Hello.
Ta-da!
Any particular reason?
Yeah. Something didn't smell right.
And so you allowed him to depart from the agreed movement order?
He's got a great sense of smell.
The fact is, Colonel, someone knew exactly what we were doing with Rama.
Kind of makes you wonder, huh?
Get him to Kosovo, make the trade, bring Allen back.
SCOTT: Copy that.
She makes it sound so easy.
Yeah, I mean, what could possibly go wrong, huh?
Come on, mate.
(HELICOPTER POWERING UP)
All right, what have we got here? Rough guide to Kosovo.
"Lawless narco-state with token UN peacekeeping force.
"Languages spoken..."
How's your Albanian?
Wanna give me a hand, princess?
I'm guarding the prisoner.
What else we got here?
"Corruption endemic."
I'm paraphrasing here, but principal economic activities are
gun-running, smack and hookers.
Ah, sounds like Brighton.
Oh, did I mention the trade in human organs? Seriously.
Charming.
Oh, last but not least, Hasani, your boyfriend
used to be Kosovo Liberation Army.
And we know who trained those fuckers, don't we?
Well, let's just hope they weren't paying attention.
Yeah.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
What would they want with us?
It'll be money, that's what it's always about, isn't it?
But I'm just an agronomist, for God's sake!
No, you're forgetting I'm a member of the European Parliament.
Maybe it's not about any of us.
(WHISTLES)
You're both gonna die.
What was that?
You both gonna die.
(LAUGHS)
Scott, I didn't know he spoke English.
Probably the only thing that he can say.
See it? Duct tape.
Come here.
(GUARD SPEAKING ALBANIAN)
(SPEAKING ALBANIAN)
Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for your ordeal, it's almost over.
In an hour or so you'll be exchanged for an innocent Kosovan national,
after which you'll be free to leave.
Thank you, sir.
(SPEAKING ALBANIAN)
Sierra, Delta, can you hear me?
Roger, Zero Alpha.
GRANT: When you land you'll be met
by a member of KFOR, the peacekeeping force.
He knows the area, he'll do what he can for you.
The Ministry's on the phone again and the Ambassador's still holding.
Proceed immediately to the coordinates given for the handover.
Roger that.
And one more thing.
Kosovo is a political powder keg.
I want a clean and surgical mission.
Clean and surgical.
Yeah, copy that.
Are we sticking to the movement order on this one?
No fucking way, dude, no fucking way!
(MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
Move!
How you doin'?
- I'm Donoghue. - Scott.
US Army, KFOR contact in the area.
Where's the other guy?
What other guy?
I was told there'd be two of you.
Yeah, well, they pulled him out last minute.
No sense in killing two of us, huh?
DONOGHUE: Hasani owns these forests...
- SCOTT: All right. ...so we can't go in there with you.
Okay.
But I'll wait here as long as I can.
Copy that.
Good luck.
Thanks for the jeep.
Holding on?
Eh?
(GRUNTS)
Status?
SCOTT: All right, I'm here.
I see the hostages. All of them are there.
Leave your weapon in the jeep.
Time to go, huh?
Up.
Come here.
Let's go for a walk.
SCOTT: Moving forward to the exchange point.
(MUMBLING)
I can't understand a fucking word you're saying buddy, so shut up.
- You understand that? - (MUMBLES)
Go.
(MUMBLING LOUDLY)
Shut up.
Howdy, folks. My name's Scott, I'm here to take you home.
Thank you very much, Mr Scott.
It's my pleasure ma'am.
Get down, down now!
DANA: Quickly, this way.
(GUN SHOTS)
This way! This way!
Stay down! Stay down!
Delta report. What's happening?
Status update.
So much for the clean surgical approach.
Go, Scott. Now, move.
Get in the jeep.
- Fucking move! - Run, I'll help you.
This way! Keep going!
Keep going, keep going.
God damn it!
We're nearly there.
Gen in the fucking jeep!
Come on, get in!
Out of the way!
Stay down!
SCOTT: Everybody all right? Yeah?
MANNING: What's the matter? Why are we stopping?
Shut up.
Sierra, this is Delta, where are you? Come on.
For God's sake, let's get out of here.
Shut up, or you can get out and walk!
Thank you.
Come on!
Ladies and gentlemen, it's Zero Alpha, we are clear with the hostages.
Repeat, we are clear with the hostages.
(CHUCKLING)
Heading back to the RV with Donoghue and KFOR the unit now.
ETA in five.
There's a chopper en route to the US base to pick you up.
Copy that.
They pulled it off.
What?
SINCLAIR: You know my reservations about Scott.
He doesn't trust us, and I certainly don't trust him.
Scott, what's the status of the asset?
(LAUGHS) The asset's deceased.
Michael blew his head off.
Negative, Colonel, target was taken out by a clean head shot
from outside the handover zone. It wasn't me.
SINCLAIR: What the hell is going on?
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
Yes?
Of course, no problem. In any case I've got what we need.
So where did you get your special forces training from? Huh?
What?
I saw you back there. You did good, soldier.
Thank you.
You can be part of my team anytime.
Fuck me.
Problem?
I'd say we're out of gas.
How far to the main forces?
Yeah, we're close, thank fuck.
SCOTT: Hey buddy, bring me up something out of that bag,
got an empty weapon here.
- Here. - Thanks.
So, is this the spot?
- What do you think? - So where's the KFOR unit?
SCOTT: Yeah, I'm wondering the same thing.
Zero, this is Delta, we're at the RV, but no sign of KFOR unit.
Repeat, no sign of KFOR unit.
All right, we're on to it.
- Get hold of Donoghue now. - Roger that.
- You wanna tell me something? - Yeah, go on.
If you didn't take out Rama, then who did?
That's a good question.
(LAUGHING) It's a good mission, huh?
Tell me about it.
Is this kind of thing normal?
Uh, yeah.
SCOTT: Colonel?
Okay, proceed due south to the secondary RV.
I'll divert the chopper to pick you up there.
Negative, transport's out of gas, can make a few miles but no more.
Fucking Donoghue.
I can't get hold of Donoghue but they were in position
- last I heard. - Oh, Jesus.
Obviously they've gone to the wrong clearing.
No, no, no. That's absurd.
Well, can't we get a chopper in closer to where they are?
Hasani has ground-to-air missiles.
In those forests, it's a suicide mission.
For Christ's sake, someone give me something.
RICHMOND: Okay.
That's the end of the road, ladies and gentlemen, everyone out.
Come on.
You get out my side, Dana.
Look at this.
GRANT: This is Zero Alpha...
Yeah, got you.
Three miles from where you're positioned, there's a car park.
Yeah, tell me it's just next to a fried chicken joint, please.
It's a heroin processing plant belonging to Hasani.
There's a large parked vehicle northwest of the perimeter.
I suggest you requisition.
Roger that. Coordinates?
Head two three zero degrees southwest,
hit a railway line, turn right, and follow that.
Copy that. Hey, Allen? Hand me that bag.
You carry that?
Al? Out of the jeep, buddy.
Everyone with me?
Oi, come on, we're not leaving you. Let's go.
Michael, on the move.
You all right?
Wrong shoes, wrong clothes, wrong life.
Don't worry, I'll have you back to your home and your job in no time at all,
and you'll do all the shoe shopping you want.
Making fun of me?
No.
After this, they can take their job and they can shove it up their fucking arse.
Wow.
What?
You're pretty fucking cool. That's what.
It's not much further. There's transport up ahead.
I suppose that means stealing a car.
No, borrowing one.
Oh dear,
we're here to monitor, mentor, and advise, you know.
Yeah. Well, perhaps next time, eh?
RICHMOND: The vehicle should be ahead of you.
Copy that.
Rest up, off the track.
(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Get down, down, down, everyone down.
Get down.
Need everyone to wait here, all right?
We're just gonna go for a little walk.
Stay down. Michael, on move.
Ow.
STONEBRIDGE: We have eyes on vehicle, the place is crawling with hostiles.
There's a safe evac point 25 miles south.
Can you make it on foot?
Negative.
The mission priority is getting John Allen out.
We can't afford to take any casualties acquiring the vehicle.
If you can evac on foot with Allen, you must.
Negative.
I can't leave the women behind.
Me neither.
SCOTT: Allen's not in great shape.
There is no option.
Could you give us a minute?
Yeah.
Bailey, come here.
I need you guys to stay put. 10, 15 minutes, just stay here.
SCOTT: Nice bath?
Yeah.
Look,
we're never gonna get out of here on foot,
and that vehicle's pretty heavily guarded.
I'm gonna give you a comms back to our base.
They'll do their best to get you out of here. Okay?
Why me?
Well, you're the only other person with Special Forces training, right?
I need you to look after these people until I get back.
Can you do that for me?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Good luck.
What's going on with you and the accountant?
I like her.
You guys have known each other for a whole three hours
and she's walking around without your handprint on her arse.
- I don't know what to think. - I don't know.
She's different.
Different? What, you mean, you haven't shagged a blonde this week?
No, I don't mean that.
I do mean this though, fuck you.
Yeah, that's more like it.
Anyway, you got your own thing going on.
She's a little old for my taste.
What? Mrs Heath? I'd rather be saving her than some toerag spook.
SCOTT: Yeah.
One for the ladies?
Fuck, yeah.
(GUARD SPEAKING ALBANIAN)
(SCREAMS)
Let go!
(YELLING IN ALBANIAN)
Don't move! Don't move, down!
Who the fuck are you?
They make us work here.
This all heroin?
- Yes. - Yeah?
Don't shoot, please.
Stay here.
SCOTT: Stairs left, buddy.
What the hell are they doing?
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
Fun times.
Wanna blow some shit up?
Grant's gonna hate us.
Yeah? What's new? Fuck her!
STONEBRIDGE: (ON RADIO) We're going for the vehicle.
(GUNSHOTS)
Grenade!
(SCREAMING)
SCOTT: Go left.
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
STONEBRIDGE: Nearly there.
Better have a full fucking tank.
SCOTT: Fuck me! Shit!
Come on! Let's go.
Report?
The transport's destroyed.
Evacuate.
Shit. What are they doing?
Please. Take us with you.
They will kill us, please.
All right, come here.
- Stay close. Scott, Scott, take it! - Yeah, got it!
Quick, quick, quick...
SCOTT: It's friendly, it's friendly, it's friendly.
It's our guy, Donoghue.
You all right?
Jesus, Scott, the whole camp is out looking for you.
They were gonna bust me back down to private. Come on!
My God, the US cavalry really exists!
Where the fuck were you? Huh?
We'll debrief that shit later.
This is one of Hasani's heroin processing facilities you just blew up,
he's gonna be pissed.
You telling me you know about this shit?
Hey! He lets us operate, not the other way around.
That's just how it is. Now get in the truck, we gotta move.
Come on, let's fire it up and go!
Hey, you're with me.
Bad soldier, huh? Disobeying orders?
- You all right? - Yeah.
So Donoghue, Stonebridge. Thank you.
STONEBRIDGE: This is Sierra.
We've caught up with the KFOR escort, heading back to the US base.
All hostages are intact, I repeat, all hostages are intact.
Understood.
And Mike, well done.
Get them a chopper. I need to get some fresh air.
Headlines?
Basic impression, he seems in good shape.
He used alcohol, but in moderation,
he lied about his work in a believable way,
and kept the conversation neutral and light.
In fact, past a certain superficial point,
I found Sergeant Scott completely impenetrable,
intellectually and emotionally.
And the rest?
In bed there was nothing weird or violent.
He didn't talk in his sleep,
and in the morning he finished it quickly and honestly.
Good.
Did you find him attractive?
That's utterly irrelevant.
(CAR RECEDING)
Great day, huh?
Worst day of my life, but somehow the best, you know?
To be so afraid...
You feel this all the time?
Yeah. Just another day in the office, you know?
Although, today...
Today feels like I got the Christmas bonus.
What's that?
Don't worry, they'll let us through.
Will you hold me?
Yeah, sure.
Come here.
It's going to make a bloody good article, though.
"My Hostage Hell" by Christopher Manning.
For Christ's sake...
- (CRYING) - (SHUSHING)
It's okay, it's okay.
You're okay.
Here, come here.
Fuck me, you're beautiful.
Put it down. Now.
(GUARD SPEAKING ALBANIAN)
Fuck!
Many thanks, Major Donoghue.
You fucking piece of shit, Donoghue.
Sorry, pal...
Piece of shit.
Strike_Back_2011 - S02 - E7 Project_Dawn_#7 Re-Sync & Edit Tharindu_Lakmal_Jeewantha