All language subtitles for The.Marksman.2005.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX].english

This is Bandit One
starting prep sequence
and cleared for takeoff.

Full engine start.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(ENGINE ROARS)

This is Bandit One.
I'm easing her up.

(ENGINE WHINING)

(BEEPING)

Are we transmitting yet?

Not yet.

Rodgers, Orin,
how's the perimeter?

(WHISPERING) It's clear.

Bandit One receiving signal,
approaching target vector.

Transmitting
to base now, sir.
The place is secure.

Good.
Now we keep it that way.

Take the left flank,
Hargs.
Sir.

(BEEPING)

(WHISPERING)
Was that him?

RODGERS: I don't know.
Let's check it out.

(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)

(GASPS)

(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)

Talk to me.

We got the bogey
on the run, sir.

Which way?

Rodgers, which way?
Which way, Rodgers?

RODGERS ON RADIO:
Cannot identify, sir.

(GUNS FIRING)

Is he jammin'
our frequency?

Looks like it, sir.

You're supposed
to be jammin' his.

This is Bandit One.
Homing in on target vicinity.

(WHISPERING)
Hightop. Hightop!

I want you
to hold this position.

Nobody gets in.
You got that?

Got it, sir.

(GROANS)

Closing to zero mark center.

Still on approach vector.

HIGHTOP ON RADIO:
Sir, sir, he's here.
The Painter's here, sir.

Damn!

(BEEPING)

Over target signal.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

Target is lit. I'm going in.

(BEEPING)

Got it. Locking on.

Flares away.

Too easy, Naish.
Way too easy.

Damn it.

Training mission is over.
And the Painter does it again.

Returning to base now.

(MAN PANTING)

MAN: Hey.

What are you doing here?

Wait here. Be quiet.

Where's your mummy and daddy?
Huh?

Okay. Come on.

(GUN FIRES)

(GROANS)

Drive.

TENSOR: Thank you
for organizing this

at such short notice,
everyone.

As I'm sure
you can appreciate,

we've had a serious situation
come up over the last 12 hours
in southern Russia

which requires
our immediate attention.

General Igor Zaysan,

an iron fist
from the Brezhnev days.

Afghanistan,
the southern states.

Over the last few years,
he resurfaced in Chechnya.

He made good use
of the rebels there,
considering he's a Russian.

He put together a new army,
new weapons.

And now, it seems,
quite possibly, a nuke.

TENSOR: Yesterday,
he led a band of his rebels
across the Terek river

and captured
the Kamshev nuclear plant.

Now, three of the four
reactors at Kamshev
have been decommissioned.

The fuel rods
have been removed
from the fourth reactor,

but it is capable
of going online
if it is re-cored.

(ENGINES REVVING)

This would appear to be
a Russian problem, Mr. Tensor.

(SIGHS)

Please, General,
let us make no mistake.

Gentlemen, Igor Zaysan
is a very dangerous man.

We have been tracking him
for a number of years.

His hatred for the Kremlin
has become a complete
obsession.

Hey.

What's this?

What are you doing
with them?

They are prisoners.

They surrendered when
we moved into the plant.

Where are you taking them?

Exactly my point.

If he is capable
of re-coring this reactor,

he is capable
of detonating it.

That is to say,
potentially 100,000 deaths

(SNAPS FINGERS)
in an instant.

And a few hundred thousand
more when the winds

send the fallout over an area
the size of Texas.

Do we have proof
he's capable of all this?

Amanda, pull up
the Flintov picture.

This surveillance photograph
was taken in North Korea.

The Asian is John Lee Kim.

He's the ace of hearts
in our deck of most-wanted
arms dealers.

The man with him
is Andre Flintov,

Zaysan's second-in-command.

Now, it seems that
Flintov has plutonium
on his shopping list.

What has Uncle Kim
got for sale?

Fuel rods from a failed
North Korean reactor.

We have to destroy
the Kamshev plant

before Zaysan re-cores it.

Is the package moving?

Yes.

Will they know
what's in it?

The Americans will have
their intelligence
and they'll act on it.

You'll see.

(COCKS GUN)

We are not in the business
of doing Russia's dirty work.

It's not just the Russians.

There are seven scientists
from the private sector
working at Kamshev,

four of whom are Americans.

How the hell
did they get there?

The Russians hired them
to help decommission
the plant.

Are they still alive?

We're not sure.
One of them, Arthur Moffit,

has stayed in contact
with Moscow by cell phone.

Latest report suggests
he's managed to stay hidden
from Zaysan's troops.

So let me get
the bottom line here.

We've got a nuclear reactor
to take out,

hostages to rescue
and it's all on us.

Unfortunately, the Russians
have lost control on this one.

As you know, Mr. Secretary,

they are not averse
to our support in this.

What do you propose?

An air strike.

We level the place.

The hostages are...
Four or five lives
against 100,000.

I can accept that.

General,
we're not able to do
a large-scale bombing here.

How come?
The area
is too contaminated.

Unless we do
a precise air strike,

we risk sending huge clouds
of radioactive dust
into the nearby town.

Well, from what I know,
these reactors aren't
easy to take out.

We need to target
its weak spot.

What we need is a painter.

Send in a painter
with a Ranger team.

I agree.

They could secure the hostages
and choose a precise target.

It could get real difficult
over there.

I have to
persuade the President
that this plan could work.

Do we have any guys
with real combat experience?

Yeah, we need someone
who's been through
this before.

This man can do it.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, I just can't
see it like that.

Well, I just can't see
how you don't look at it
any other way.

We had our asses kicked.

Oh, fuck that.

One man don't make
a team.

No, he ain't nothin'
without his high-tech shit.

Yeah? Well, I'd like
to see you say that
to his face.

Oh, fuck you.
I say what I want
to who I want.

Even the Captain?

Yeah. See, we're a team.

We don't hold our piss,
even for Captain.

Well, all I know
is he beat every one of us.

That's gotta count
for something.

What's up, Captain?
We gotta go.

We got two suits from D.C.
flying in to give us
our mission.

What, tonight?
Yeah.

Let's go.

We got a mission.

They're asking for you.

(COINS CLATTERING)

MAN ON RADIO:
This is the USS Oakla.

We're in position
and conducting maneuvers.

Will advise
upon operation commencement.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CAMERA BEEPS)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

TENSOR: These just came in
from our agent in Dagestan.

Anshan Imports,

one of John Lee Kim's
companies.

(CAMERA BEEPS)

AMANDA: This shipment's
from Namp'o, North Korea?

Uh-huh.
Do we know what it is?

It's certainly big enough
for fuel rods.

(CAMERA BEEPS)

(CAMERA BEEPS)

TENSOR: The Russians
have promised to keep
an eye on its movement.

And to stop it once
the situation's stabilized.

We better have
one of our guys
keep an eye on it, too.

(SIGHS) It's imperative
we take out that last reactor

before this container
gets there.

It's amazing.

Even old Viktor Ivanov's
given us his blessing.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Ivanov.

Yes, Beslan.

The Prime Minister
is ready for us.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(COMPUTERS BEEPING)

Amanda, Johnathan.
Good to see you.

You too, Major.

This is Captain Naish.

He leads the Ranger team
we're sending in.

Good to meet you, Captain.

I know you've been
fully briefed, Captain.

Just so you know
what you're up against,

I thought you'd better
hear this.

You never know,
it might prove critical.

Can you run that for us,
Major?

Sure. Sergeant?

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

MOFFIT: (WHISPERING)
The rebels came in
and found the others,

about five of them.

And me and Valentina
are still in the hospital.

You've got to get us
out of here.
Please, get us out of here.

They're back.

That's the voice
of Arthur Moffit,

the lead scientist
on the decommissioning team.

How do you know
if he's still alive?

We don't.

The rebels haven't
even acknowledged that
they've taken hostages.

The fact is,

we haven't even
made contact.

And you think they're gonna
re-core this reactor?

So far, everything points
in that direction.

Good luck, Captain.

Gentlemen.

What's my primary target?

The hostages
or the reactor?

Both.

If there's a choice,
which one takes priority?

What are my orders, ma'am?

The reactor.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Is that it?

Do you want to say
anything more to me?

Briefing's over.

Damn it,
you can talk to me.

I'm still here for you.

If you want
a psych evaluation,
you can read the file.

You wrote it.

It's still there,
the same look in your eyes.

What look would that be?

The one you saw
in the inquiry?

That's not fair.

Look, what do you want
from me, Amanda? Thank you?

Okay, thank you.
You cleaned my record.

Means absolutely nothing
to those people buried
in the ground.

It wasn't your fault.

I took the order.
I lit the target.

That mission was over
years ago.

Those deaths are in the past.
Leave them behind.

That's a good idea.

(SIGHS)

Prime Minister, hello.

Have you heard
from the Americans?

They want a rescue
and a preemptive air strike.

They say it is
in our best interests.

Of course they would.

Their newfound obsession
has been exhilarating
for them.

They are asking for us to
counter with a ground attack.

We can't make
that promise.

Then lie.

Let them believe
they're in charge.

The blame rests
on their shoulders.

Has Zaysan found, uh,

what he's looking for?

It's on its way to him
as we speak.

We must let the Americans
take hold of him, too.

I'll tell the President.

HIGHTOP: That reactor's
got reinforced concrete.

Are you sure
there's a good spot
to take it out?

I'll find one.

NAISH: The spec shows
a narrow target area
for it to implode.

It's all about
minimal damage on this op.

We go in,
locate the hostages,

paint the target
and then get out before
anyone knows we're there.

Any questions?

Yeah. Well, how close
on our ass is the air strike?

NAISH: They'll be
right on our ass.

That's why we gotta
make it quick.

Yeah, well, how hot is it
around the reactor site?

A small company
of Zaysan's loyalists

are protectin' his ass there.

The rest of the rebel troops
are across the river,

20 miles south.

Uh, Captain, this bein'
a--a stealth op and all,

we gotta leave Orin behind.

You can see his fat ass
a mile away.

Go blow yourself,
asshole.

Quit it.
Let's pack and roll, people.

(PHONE RINGING)

Jacks here.

What is happening now?

AMANDA: We're moving forward.

The team's on its way.

We have a man
shadowing the container.

Our forces are ready
to intercept it.

Have them hold off
until the plant is secured,

or those hostages
are as good as dead.

Hey, Hargs.

Man, I did some
checkin' on him.

Total malfunction
in Bosnia.

Man, he painted
the wrong target.

We're talkin' major
collateral damage.

Yo! What's your name?
What do we call you?

Yeah.
What's your name, dude?

If it comes to having
to save your ass,
I wanna know your name.

You worry about saving
your ass,

I'll worry about
saving mine.

(BUZZING)

All right, people.
Let's roll.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

We're losing their signal.

Must be on a real ride.

Those are 70-mile-an-hour
wind gusts.

Is there a problem,
Major?

I hope not.

(WIND GUSTING)

NAISH ON RADIO: Ready to
deploy chutes on my mark.

Mark!

(BEEPING)

HILL: Chutes open.
Off the target.

Well, there's nothing more
we can do to help them now.

They're on their own
up there.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(WHISPERING) Painter!

Hargs!

(RADIO BEEPING)

I took a local reading, sir.
Their comm sets are down.

Well,
they were due east of us.

So let's pack and go.

(TRUCK APPROACHING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(SCREAMS)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

Sir.

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

This way.

(PHONE RINGING)

Morning, Mr. Secretary.
CUMMINGS: Morning, John.

We have a green light, sir.
The team is on the ground.

When will the target be lit?

Two hours at the most.

One of our satellites
will pick up
the Painter's signal.

We have an F-14 standing by
off a carrier in the Gulf.

They're waiting
for a go-ahead.

And the Russians
have coordinated
an offensive move

to coincide
with the strike.

Keep me informed
and keep everything
on track.

Yes, sir.
We certainly will.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir. Bye-bye.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(MEN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Captain Jack Stevens,
skipper of the Oakla.

Lieutenant Randall, sir.
Lieutenant Carter, sir.

Colonel Reynolds
gave me some details
about your mission, gentlemen.

In fact, too few.

I was impressed with
your flight record,
Lieutenant,

particularly
on the F-14 Tomcat,

and I do see that
you're carrier-qualified.

But what I don't see
is why a Navy pilot
can't fly this mission.

The way we see
this little get-to,
it's an Army problem,

so the Army ought to be
the one to clean it up.

Not good enough, Lieutenant.

The dispatch
from Colonel Reynolds
explains the parameters

of this operation,
the need for secrecy.

And I don't give a damn
about dispatch, Lieutenant.

If I'm going to entrust
one of my airplanes
to an Army pilot

and let him fly
in harm's way,

then, by God,
I want to know why.

Yes, sir.

I know the terrain.
I know the ground crew.

And you could let
a naval aviator fly
this operation,

but the Army needs me.

Fair enough, Lieutenant.

Roger that, sir.

(BEEPING)

(MEN PANTING)

NAISH: (WHISPERING)
This looks like the hospital.

The reactor's
less than a mile away.

(WATER TRICKLING)

NAISH: Go. Go!

Moffit says he was hidin'
in the hospital.

(BEEPING)

He's here.

We've got it going again
for you, sir.

Great.

But Hargs' set's dead.

Damn.

(WHISPERING)
What do we do know?

(WHISPERING)
This way, this way.

Go! Go with them.

(WHISPERING) Hargs!

Stay close to the Painter.

Sir.

Rodgers! Orin!
Upstairs!

Hightop. Cover the lobby.

I've got the morgue.

How come that don't
surprise me?

Clear up here.

Your nerves shaky?

Yeah. A little.

Good. Means your instincts
are turned on.

(DOOR SQUEAKING OPEN)

(WHISPERING) I've got 'em!

Please don't hurt us.

Please, don't hurt us.

(WHISPERING) Nobody's
gonna hurt you.
Come with me.

Go on. Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.
This way.

Go!

(WHISPERING)
We got bogeys.

Three of them
coming right at me.

Who's she?
Valentina Bakoff,
my co-worker.

Where are the others?
We don't know.

There were seven
of us working here
when the soldiers came.

I think they were
in the breeder reactor.

Where were you?

I was working
in the cooling tower
with her.

How did you get there?

There's underground pipeways
that connect to the reactors.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

When we got here,
the soldiers were
wrecking the medical center.

Then we hid.

Who's the woman
in the morgue?

What woman?
The one with the hole
in the head.

We don't know.
How do we get
through those pipes?

Through the morgue.

NAISH ON RADIO:
Hightop, pull back!

You know her?

MOFFIT: She worked with us.

Come on.

(WHISPERING) Okay.
It's clear. Which way?

MOFFIT: Left.

Check upstairs.

There's nothing here
but a stinking woman.

Let's go see Flintov.

MOFFIT: This is it.

(WATER TRICKLING)

This is the entrance
to reactor number three?

Yes.
You're sure?

Absolutely.

Go.

(SQUEAKING)

(WHISPERING) Orin! Hightop!
Stay with the civilians.

Son of a bitch.

Shit.
Well, that makes seven.

We're movin' out.

We can't just
leave 'em here.

He's right, Captain.
These are Americans.

I don't like it either,
but we've got to make evac,

and that's
five klicks away.

We got no time
to be carrying bodies.

Leave the dead.

Let's move out.

You know the right target?

Do you?

Just do your thing,
Painter.

Move out, Hargs.

(BEEPING)

(DOOR CLANGING SHUT)

(BEEPING)

STEVENS: We have confirmation.
The target is lit.

The countdown starts now,
gentlemen.

We have a go for extraction.

Repeat, we have a go
for extraction.

Prep the chopper on pad five.

(MEN CHATTERING)

CARTER: Yes, sir, we copy.

We'll just be waiting
for a call.

STEVENS:
All right, Yellow One.
You're cleared for takeoff.

We'll see you
on the other side.

Roger that, brother.

Contact Wingate Field.
Report status
to Colonel Reynolds.

(CREAKING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

SOLDIER 1: Take, uh...

SOLDIER 2: Uh,
what is the point?

So tell me. How long
did you serve there?

MAN ON RADIO:
Still no contact.
Radio silence maintained.

Evac operation
still on schedule.

(MEN CHATTERING)

(WHISPERING)
Keep moving. Keep moving.

Yeah,
full-time is different.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I told you.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Hey. Stay awake.
Stay awake.

(LAUGHS)

(CREAKING)

MOFFIT: How much further?

(BEEPING)

Marking time
on 0345 hours.

Evac's at 0500 hours.

Painter, don't be late.

(DIALING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Jacks here.

BESLAN:
Good morning. How are you?

Fine. And you, Mikhail?

Waiting for news.
What is happening?

Less than an hour to evac.

But no word?

They're still under
radio silence.

(BEEPING)

Look, there's another call
I have to take.

I'll get back to you
as soon as I can, okay?

Okay.

TENSOR: Amanda,
you better get in here.

The target's set
and the chopper's inbound.

This is it.

Painter, this is Naish.
Painter, this is Naish.
Do you copy?

PAINTER: Roger that, Naish.

I'm one klick to your rear
and closing fast.

RODGERS: Everything's cool.

Let's break some
fucking radio silence.

(BEEPING)

Raptor, this is Big Bad Wolf.
Do you read?

This is Raptor, Wolf.
What's your situation?

HIGHTOP: Piggies assembled
and one is on his way.

What's his ETA?

Fifteen minutes at most.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Copy that.
What about the prize?

Two on board, five fatalities
pre-extraction.

Final approach, Wolf.

Copy that, Raptor.
Over and out.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Get ready.

Let's move.

NAISH:
Let's go. Get in.

HIGHTOP: Hargs, move it.
Let's go. Fast!

(PANTING)

This is too easy.

Much too easy.

We got a problem.

What problem?

PAINTER: I think
we're being set up.

What's wrong?

He thinks we've been set up.

(GROANING)

SOLDIER 1: Grenade!

Grenade! Where is it now?

SOLDIER 2: Get it out!
Get it out!
SOLDIER 3: Let's go!

(SCREAMS)
SOLDIER 3: It's gonna blow!

Where is it now?

Get out!
Move your asses! Move!

Come on! Let's go!

(SCREAMING)

SOLDIER 1:
Hands up! Don't move!

SOLDIER 2:
Hands up! Hands up!

Stay where you are.

Hands up!
You, don't move.

SOLDIER ON RADIO: Hey!

SOLDIER 1: Stand still!

Jesus Christ.

That crazy bitch
could have killed me.

We are grateful to you,
Mr. Moffit.

Let's keep them alive

for now.

To work.

Hey, move, you!

Hey, come on.

You. Quickly. Move!

TENSOR:
Still tracking fuel rods.

Truck is one hour away
from destination.

You're not gonna like this.

Sergeant.

This is what's left
of your chopper's
operation recording.

RAPTOR ON TAPE:
This is Raptor, Wolf.
What's your situation?

HIGHTOP: Piggies assembled,
and one is on his way.

What's his ETA?

Fifteen minutes
at most.

Copy that.
What about the prize?

Two on board, five fatalities
pre-extraction.

Final approach, Wolf.

Eleven minutes
and 51 seconds passed

before Naish and the others
were loaded onboard.

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

SOLDIER 1: What the hell?

(SOLDIER 2 GROANS)

SOLDIER 3: Grenade!
Get it out! Get it out!
SOLDIER 4: Where is it?

Let's go! It's gonna blow!
It's gonna blow!

Get out!
Move your asses! Move!

(STATIC HISSING)

What do we report?

The evac was compromised.

Rescue aircraft destroyed.

Personnel?

Presumed dead.

TENSOR: Proceed
with the air strike.

MAN: F-14 strike force
is on deck, sir.

Weapons are locked and loaded
and ready to fly.

All right, let's get 207
and 209 into the air,
gentlemen.

Get off me!

What happened?

You were just to watch them
and make sure they got out
as planned.

The one they left behind
may have figured out
those plans.

Where is he now?
We don't know.

And if he gets
to the Russians,
we're screwed.

He won't.

But your men have spent
half a day looking
for him already.

Calm down, Mr. Moffit.
He won't get to the Russians.

What about these Americans?
Did they make contact?

No.
Valentina made sure of that.

We've blocked the frequency
in the area.

I doubt
that he'll be able to make
any radio contact anymore.

Put him in with the others.

Move!

HARGREAVES: Painter,
this is Hargreaves.
Do you copy?

Painter, this is Hargreaves.
Do you copy?

MOFFIT: We had a deal.
I--I set you up.

I--I put everything
in its place just the way
you wanted.

We appreciate your sacrifices,
Mr. Moffit.

MOFFIT: You wanna wipe out
your Chechen army,
fine, but...

I-I'm not supposed to be here
when the place is taken out.

I'm touched by your
deep sense of self-interest.

You promised me the money.

And safe passage.

You're absolutely right.

Safe passage.

(GASPING)

This is Shadow One.

We're on course,
bearing three mark seven.

Godspeed, Army.

CARTER: Thank you, sir.

(DOG BARKING)

(COCKING GUN)

(GROANS)

(BARKING)

ZAYSAN: Our friend in Moscow

will tell us if the American
makes contact.

Put guards
at the place he targeted.

Take everything apart
brick by brick.

What makes you think
he will come here

and not contact
the government?

He's American.

He's probably
watching us now,

planning his next move.

(BEEPING)

(STATIC CRACKLING)

PAINTER: We got a problem.

NAISH: What problem?

That's the best
you're gonna get.

It's not enough.
We need to know
what happened on that evac.

Run it back.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Jacks here.

Try a high filter.

Hello?

Amanda.

It's you.

What's going on?

Listen, we gotta talk
this thing through.

All right, listen to me.
Just you and me.

Nobody else. You understand?

You're the only one I trust.

Something's off
about this mission.

I don't know who's pulling
the strings up there,

but I think
we're being set up.

(WHISPERING)
Did you set the target?

Yeah, but I'm gonna set
a secondary.

Amanda?
Give me that.

Amanda?

What the hell is going on?

Tensor?

What happened on the evac?

P-Put Amanda back on.

TENSOR: Soldier, talk to me.

Talk to me!

(TANK APPROACHING)

Shit.

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I just... I don't get it.

We were on the chopper
and we were clear to go.

Why would they wait
until then to try
and waste us?

It was all too easy.

We just waltzed on in there
like we owned the place.

Yeah, no shit.

And these fuckers played us.

I mean, what the fuck
is going on here, Captain?

Look, let's just concentrate
on trying to get ourselves
out of here.

Yeah, right.

Take a look around.

I don't think so.

He said
something wasn't right.
Did he give you any proof?

No.

But we have to call off
the fighter,

at least until we figure out
what's going on.

It's not happening, Amanda.

You heard what he said.

I don't think
you're an accurate judge
in this situation here,

not considering your past
relationship with him.

What's that got
to do with it?

You're too close to him.

Anyone reasonable would see

that there is absolutely
no substance
to what he's saying.

Look,

when the evac chopper
went down, he probably
got spooked.

You and I both know
in those kinds of situations
people's nerves get tested.

Nerves?

That is all it is, Amanda.

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

AMANDA: Mikhail?

I need to ask you a question.

Please, go ahead.

(AMANDA SIGHING)

Have you noticed anything
strange about this op?

How do you mean?

I can't quite explain this.

Does this have anything to
do with your telephone call
to the Painter?

You know about that?

Your intelligence is our
intelligence today, remember?

But I do believe something
is strange, as you say.

Minister Ivanov
is beside himself
with this matter.

In what way?

After your helicopter
was destroyed,

I told him there may be
a delay in the operation.

I said it would be
a good thing.

Give us time
to intercept the container

and justify
the extreme measure

of an American air strike
on Russian soil.

But he looked at me
as--as if I spit in his face.

What are you trying to say,
Mikhail?

Look again
at the satellite pictures
I sent you of the reactors.

I'm going to send someone
to intercept those planes.

Okay.

(DOOR OPENING)

Amanda, just to let you know,

the Russians are setting up
to stop the truck.

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

Secondary target,
just in case.

Hey there.
I just got your e-mail.

What is this?

AMANDA: A nuke plant
in Chechnya.

It's from
a Russian satellite.

Shitty quality.

What do you see?

Am I looking for something
in particular?

I don't know.

Okay.

Hello.

Somebody's been
Photoshopping.

Where? Show me.

This shadow.

Whatever's casting
it's been erased.

Can you check and see
if this was covered
by one of our satellites?

Sure.

Let me see what we have
on the date the Russians
shot this.

The computer
will overlay the two

and identify
any discrepancies.

(BEEPING)

Is that what
you're looking for?

AMANDA: Oh, my God.
The truck's already
been there.

We're following a decoy.

Get me hard copies.

RUSSIAN PILOT: You are
violating Russian airspace.

Stand down.

We have clearance from
the Russian government.

That's not
what we were told.

He's trying to lock on.
These guys are going hot.

(BUZZING)

Let's see
if he can catch me now.

He's still on our six.

I know a few tricks.
We'll lose him.

I'm on his ass.
Going for weapons lock.

(BEEPING)

(BUZZING)

(BEEPING)

Almost there.

(BUZZING)

Fire Fox One. Fire Fox One.

Hold on, hold on. Got another.

I see him. Hang on! Hang on!

We're losing power.

Put your poker face on,
Randall.

Just play a little
Texas Hold 'em.

(BEEPING)

He's got a lock!

Not for long. Hang on!

CARTER: That's more like it.

(BEEPING)

I almost got a lock.

(BEEPING)

Fire Fox Two!

This is Shadow One.
Hostiles taken care of.

(DIALING)

MAN: Hello. May I help you?

I'm sorry. I was looking
for Mikhail Beslan.

Mr. Beslan has been
reassigned.

Are you sure?

Any enquiries
about Mr. Beslan

should be placed
with the Ministry of Defense.

Thank you.

HARGREAVES: Painter,
this is Hargreaves.
I'm in the tunnel.

I got bogeys down here.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

MAN: Everything
is in place, sir.

Have they stopped
the truck?

Yes, sir. We have the men
starting to open it now.

Let me know
when they open it.

Yes, sir.

Hi.

The radiation suits
are in the car.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

PAINTER: Hargs, stay put.
I'll find you.

There he is! Let's go!

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

I know where
they're being held. Go. Go.

(CRACKLING)

(BEEPING)

Give me Johnathan Tensor.

The Painter was
on to something.
So was Beslan.

And now he's been reassigned.

All right, convince me.

The Painter said
he thought it was a setup.

Amanda,
that can mean anything.

What if Ivanov
planned this whole thing?

What if he set us up
to go in like cowboys,

thinking we were
taking out a reactor

before Zaysan
could re-core it,

only it's already
been re-cored.

That's what they're
unloading off this truck.

What could
Ivanov possibly gain
from something so insane?

He's a hard-liner.

He's fallen in step
with the new Russia,

but he doesn't like it.
We know that.

Imagine what would happen

if we hit a live reactor.

It would be hundreds
of thousands dead.

And think about where
the blame would fall.

The country that caused it,

and the country
that allowed it to happen.

And political control
of Russia would be up
for grabs.

Something's been bothering me
from the start.

Usually you have
to drag everything
out of the Russians,

but this time they handed it
to us on a plate.

And every bit of it
was through Viktor Ivanov.

I give you this.

It's crazy enough
to be possible,

except for one small detail.

What's that?

The Russians stopped
the container an hour ago.

From the outside,
it tested positive
for radioactive levels.

The specialists
are in the process
of opening it now.

Don't look so devastated.

I think your assumptions
are reasonable.

You're doing a terrific job,
Amanda.

Everybody's very impressed.

This is it.
They're being kept inside.

Right there.

(GROANING)

(CHOKING)

(GROANING)

(CHOKING)

We got to get
out of here.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

The fighter's about
to enter Russian airspace.

How long till
we hit the target?

Thirteen minutes, sir.

Still on approach.
ETA from target zone,
12 minutes.

Get away! Don't touch it!

There could be static
on your hand.

It could shorten out
the target.

Everyone will understand
your sacrifice, Andre.

I'll make certain of it.

Soon this pathetic Chechnya

will be a forgotten wasteland.

And our mother Russia
will be great again.

(DOOR OPENING)

The guards are dead.
The Americans have escaped.

It's time.

Don't worry.

I will make sure
nobody comes here.

NAISH: Pull back. Pull back.
Come on!

We gotta get 1,000 yards
away from that reactor.

Naish, keep your men moving.
I'll catch up.

Just stay clear
of the village hall, okay?

What are you talking about?

It's where I lit
the secondary target.

Who the hell told you
to light a secondary target?

This mission is off.
The primary target
was a setup.

What the fuck are we
standing around here for?

Our orders were for...
Our orders were to target
a dormant reactor.

This one has
a live core in it.

A what?
They used the hostages

to re-core the third reactor
before we got here.

The dead hostages
had edema in their eyes.

What the fuck is edema?

First signs
of radiation sickness.

I hadn't figured it all out

until I saw
that we were being shadowed
on the way back to the evac.

I don't know, man.

Moffit did lead us through
like we owned the place.

Look, we played right
into Zaysan's fucked-up plan.

Now, I got to deactivate
that primary core.

No, man.

We ain't changing the op
because you got a hunch.

I guess you're gonna
have to shoot me, huh?

Got to do what's right.

I'm out of here, Captain.

Rodgers!

Sir.

I think he's right.

Go.

MAN 1: There's another
container in the truck.

MAN 2: Well, get it open!

CARTER: Now acquiring
target coordinates.
Locking on to signal.

PAINTER: Target is
in that dome right there.

How are you gonna
deactivate it?

Electrical charge
shuts it down.

Missile gets diverted
to the secondary target.

Well, we're not getting
through that.

How much C-4 did you pick up?

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(BEEPS)

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

How long to firing now?

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

MAN: Six minutes, sir.

Very good.

CARTER:
Still on approach vector.

(MEN SCREAMING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Go!

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Hold this position.
I'm going up top.

(GROANING)

I can hold them off
from here, sir.

SOLDIER 1: Come on!

SOLDIER 2: Go! Go! Go!

(SCREAMING)

(MEN YELLING)

Take out the jeep!

(SCREAMING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

AMANDA: How much time now?

Less than two minutes.

(BOTH CHATTERING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GUNS FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(BEEPING)

Missile's armed and hot.

(BEEPING)

What? What the hell
are you talking about?

What is it?

Someone irradiated dead pigs.

It's the container.

(BEEPING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

We've got to call off
the fighter.

Do it.

CARTER: Missile away.

Too late.
The missile's on its way.

Oh, my God.

(MAN GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(BEEPING)

Target is down.

Secondary is hot.

What secondary target?

(SCREAMING)

That son of a bitch did it.

Y-You look like shit, too.

Hmm.

(DOOR OPENING)

Amanda, what is it?

That was the Kremlin.
Viktor Ivanov is dead.

AMANDA: They're saying
it's suicide,

but it looks like he's been
set up to take the fall.

If the missile hadn't
diverted, the Kremlin
would be in chaos.

God knows how deep
this really goes.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

I'll be leaving for Washington
in the morning.

They'll call you in
for your account
pretty soon.

(SIGHING)

Just like old times.

Not quite the same.

This time
you'll have to say
you went against orders.

I listened to my instincts.

So did you.

They'll investigate my part,
I'm sure.

Yeah.

But when they do...

A piece of advice
from my experience.

Don't get too close
to the person asking
the questions.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Because when you do,

then they're gonna
have to answer to me.

My flight's not
for eight hours.

That's a long time.