All language subtitles for Bone Cold.2022.eng(1)

- Good kill, brother.

Target's down, headshot.

- Oh, shit.

It was aiming for
center of mass.

I gotta get my scope
checked out.

- Yeah, we had some wind
kick up there.

I'm sure that threw it.

Still hit the motherfucker.

I'm impressed.

Lima 2, this is Reaper 2,
come back.

- Go ahead, Reaper.

- Affirming good kill at
1602 hours at 1602 hours.

- Roger that, stand by.

- I thought I missed
him for a second.

- Right, you only miss
if you want to, right?

- That's right.

- Reaper team,
you are go for exfil.

- Roger that.

- It's about time.

What the fuck?

- You good?

- Yeah.

Yeah, let's get home.

- Amen to that.

- You got one?

Think fast.

- Interior design.

- I'm gonna say some
kind of banking.

- Excuse me, boys.

I just quickly wanted to say
thank you for your service.

I'm so very proud of what
you do for us.

- Well, thank you Ma'am.

We'll be sure to keep
at it for you.

And may I ask what it
is that you do?

- Me?

I just work at the
Chamber of Commerce.

- No way.

That's very important work.

We should be thanking you
for your service, Ma'am.

- Well, boys, I just
wanted to say thank you.

- Chamber of Commerce,
pretty close to banking, bro.

Pay up.

- It's the second
time this week.

- Yeah.

Get used to it.

- Lucky.

- What's the matter, you don't
like the thank yous anymore?

- That lady has no idea
what she's thanking us for.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Just tired.

- Oh.

Perk up, Mr. Family Man.

You gotta put your game face on.

Excuse me, Miss, did you happen
to order one large pussy?

- That was me.

Thanks for the fast delivery.

- You got it.

- Do not encourage this idiot.

Hey, you're gonna take
it easy tonight, right?

- Yeah, I'll be good.

What?

I'll be good, I swear, dude.

- Hurry up and get over here.

There's barely any
color in your face.

Tough day at the office?

- I'm just happy to be home.

- Hey, hey, Mel?

Sorry about that joke.

That was way more vulgar than
I thought it was gonna be.

- I forgive you, Marco.

Thanks for bringing him
home in one piece.

- Come on.

Let's get you inside.

- Daddy!

You're home.

- Oh, jeez, how much
did you grow in 10 days?

Oh, it's good to see you.

Mom didn't tell you that
I was coming home today?

- I really wanted to keep
it a surprise.

- Can we watch a movie
now that Daddy's home?

- No, no, you're still grounded.

Homework, and then
straight to bed.

- Be serious.

- Get back to work, okay?

I'll come and help you
in a little bit.

Go, go.

Grounded?
- Yeah, and I'm being nice.

- What happened?

- She stole her frame picture
of her teacher's baby,

and put it beside her
bed.

It would be super weird if
it wasn't so fuckin' cute.

- That's still weird.

- I know you did a bad thing,

but that doesn't make
you a bad person.

We all do bad things sometimes,
sweetie.

Things we know are wrong.

Nobody's ever been perfect
and no one ever will be.

It's what you do now after
you've made the mistake

that says who you really are.

- Yeah.

I'll bring it
back tomorrow.

- Okay, let's give your daddy
a hug and get tucked in.

- Daddy, is your job hard?

- Um, well, no.

I've been doing it
for a long time.

- Do you get scared?

- No.

I used to, but where I work now,

I keep the bad people far away.

- And that's really important,
right?

And that's why
you always leave?

- Get some sleep.

Goodnight.

- Night.

- You like that one?

- Yeah, I'm just trying
to make sense of it.

- Come on.

You don't recognize it?

That one is you.

Limited edition.

- It's uncanny.

- Well, it's like
looking into a mirror, right?

- Oh, it kind of scares me
a little bit.

- Hey, if you ever wanna
talk about things with work,

I'm here.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You and Wendy don't need
to know about that shit.

- I just want you to
know that I'm listening.

- I'm home, okay?

- Okay.

- I need to keep it separate.

It's for me.

Okay?

I love the painting.

- Thank you.

Perfect, and then butter
in the fridge if you can.

- Okay.
- Thanks, sweetie.

Thank you.

And three plates with a
knife and a fork.

- Shit.

Honey, can you take over?

- Yeah.

- Hello.

- Senior Petty
Officer Bryant?

- Yes, Sir.

- Colonel
Nathan Bernham.

I believe you were told to
expect my call.

- I was Colonel, but not
until after my current leave.

- Well, sorry for
the early call,

but we're movin' fast on
this situation.

I need to get you briefed
this afternoon

and on your way in 15 hours.

- With all due respect, Colonel,

it's been less than a 24
hour turnaround.

I'm not sure that I'm ready.

- You and
Miller are the only names

on our roster and we
need this done.

- Roger that.

I'll come in.

- Perfect.

See you then.

- Okay, just put them
up really good.

- Okay.

- Everything okay?

- How 'bout
some more toast, yeah?

Good.

Yeah.

I'm gonna miss you, kiddo.

- Can you come back soon?

- Soon as I can, sweetie.

Take care of your mom.

- Do good.

Stay safe.

- Bye, Dad.

- Jon.

- Can't get rid of you, huh?

- Yeah.

Turned our shit around quick,
huh?

- Yeah.

- What's with this building man,

they didn't wanna do
this on base?

- Oh, it seems like
they're rushing us.

- Yeah.

- Especially if they
called us off leave early.

Somebody must have
really fucked up.

- Well, they called the
fixtures though, eh?

- Bryant, Miller?

I'm Bernham.

Follow me.

This room is kinda
tough to find.

Place looks like a maze.

Sorry again to pull you
from your leave, fellas.

Couldn't be helped.

- That's all right, Colonel.

Just gonna have to
smooth things over

with my wife a little
when I get back.

- Had a feeling I'd
like you guys.

Have a seat, fellas.

That's Morris, Agency.

I'll be spearheading this
operation, he'll be looking on.

- It should go without
saying that this

is classified as top secret,
gentlemen.

- Understood.

- They know that, Morris.

How are you two in the cold?

Because you are headed
to Northeast Ukraine.

The Russian backed
separatists there

have mostly
surrendered to the army,

but the war hasn't completely
burned out just yet.

The target is Fyodor Burick,

he's the leader of a
newly founded,

fast growing anarchist
militia that's been assembled

from the remnants of
other dissolved groups.

This guy wants to
reignite the war

and he knows how to do it.

The U.S. needs to keep
out of the situation,

but we'd also like to
keep this asshole

from stirring up more
violence than he already has.

Intel says Theodore was
likely wounded

in a firefight last week
and has taken refuge

in this cabin away from
the front lines,

presumably till he's able
to fight again.

Infill will be near the border
in the Russian wilderness.

You'll hike through the
woods, take out the target,

come right back the
way you came.

- What kind of resistance
are we lookin' at?

- Woods are mostly clear.

A few militia floating
weapons, gear, food in and out,

but no one's expecting a
fight out there.

- Is there a strike point?

- Well, the cabin here
has some likely spots

around if that'll work,

but you'll need to
determine that yourselves

once you're on site.

Surveillance is tough out there.

You don't have any
assets in play,

and because it's the fuckin'
woods,

so we'll rely heavily on
your eyes, your intel.

- All due respect, Colonel,

sounds like you're asking us

to do the job of the
about seven people.

- What we need most
here is precision.

Accuracy and efficiency
are the name of the game.

- There's no nearby support?

- That's correct.

Aside from an angel in
the sky covering exfil,

you two would be the only
American forces in the area,

which is why we value
the secrecy here.

I'm sure you understand.

- Sir,
may we ask,

was there a team sent before us?

- Yes.

We sent a pair of hitters
five days ago,

first day Fyodor was
spotted in the woods.

They failed to eliminate him

and were pulled out immediately.

It doesn't look like they
gave themselves away,

but we wanna get in there

before they realize we're
onto their hideouts.

- Did they engage anybody?

- No.

They didn't make it to a mile

within the target before
being extracted.

To be honest, I don't want
you to worry about them.

Their op won't have any
effect on yours.

- Well, we should
confer with them if we can.

- Wouldn't help.

There's a lot of
confusion on the ground

and both of them are currently
in for full psych evals,

so we're thinkin' the cold
and stress got to 'em.

Listen, no judgment from me.

It's a high conflict area
and that weather is no joke.

I know you SOF boys like your
planning and your estimates,

but we're movin' fast.

If you're good at what you do,
I'm sure you can handle it.

- Colonel, we're good
at what we do

because we know how to
plan for situations.

- We don't have that
luxury on this.

We're planning for one bullet
to meet one man's head.

I want to get you in there,
I want you to get that done,

I want you to do it tomorrow
and be finished with it.

You take some coffee
in a Thermos,

it'll still be hot by
the time you get back.

- Okay then, let's get there.

- Good.

We'll get you a lift
over to the base

and get you on a
plane right away.

Thank you, fellas.

I'm sure you can pull this off.

You've got that get
shit done look about ya.

It'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

- Well, apparently having
a plan is a luxury now.

What the fuck is that about?

- I'm not worried.

I wasn't gonna do any plan
that fuckin' Stripes dealer

gave us anyway.
- Right.

- Come on, brother.

Let's do what we do.

- Reaper 1,
come back.

- This is Reaper 1,
go ahead.

You've got a green light

to cross the border.

- Roger that, Poseidon.

Movin' out.

Good?

- Good to go.

They weren't kiddin' about
this cold, man.

Fuck!

- Just gotta keep
your blood flowin'.

- "Just gotta
keep your blood flowin."

Whoa!

Oh, fuck.

- You all right, man?

- Yeah.

God damn ice.

- Yeah, blame it on the ice.

We're making good time.

Let's take five.

- Less than 24 hours leave.

My mom gave me hell
about leavin' her again.

- You got scolded by your mom?

- Man, I helped her move
a few months ago

and ever since then she's
been treating me

like her personal handyman.

She doesn't know how
to use the TV,

the stove, the fireplace.

I mean, it's a switch,
Mom.

Is Mel pissed?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think she wants
me to quit, you know?

Do something else.

What the fuck else
am I gonna do?

I just never know where
to take that.

- Oh, you married
bitches been having

that same
conversation for decades.

- But when you figure
it out, you let me know.

- Roger that.

What you thinkin'?

- Just about the last team.

I don't like that
we're following

in the footsteps of a failed op.

- If they didn't blow
their cover, why not?

- Just 'cause Bernham said
they don't know

what happened out here.

- Well, we ain't
goin' around this shit

unless you want to add two days

and get closer to the fighting,
so.

- No, no.

Hey, we're gonna exfil
right back through this way,

so why don't we do
ourselves a favor

and Hansel and Gretel
this spot just in case?

- Roger that.

- What do we got on us?

- Well, if you've got
an extra jacket

I can rig up a rope-a-dope.

- I got a long sleeve.

It should work in a pinch.

Hey, just remind me to
grab that on the way back.

I like that shirt.

- Yes, Sir.

- I'm gonna see what I can
set just a little ways up.

- You think I can add
booby trapping skills

to my resume back home?

- Yeah, right under handyman.

Hey, hey!

What the fuck?

- Movement up ahead.

20 yards.

I'll cover, you flesh 'em out.

- Copy that.

- Moving.
- Move.

- It's Russian.

- Close enough.

Come out now.

There's nothing here, bro.

- No one's there?

- I don't see anybody.

No footprints even.

- I coulda sworn I saw
somebody standing right there.

- Nah man, we're clear.

I'll keep my eyes up.

- All right, well
let's head back.

Finish setting up and move out.

- Copy that.

- Not a single person
movin' through this window.

- Confirmed.

Count one single
military aged male.

- We've got some
elevation just to the north.

They'll put us dead onto
the front door.

- Well, they got a shot at him

through these windows from here.

- Nah.

I don't wanna chance
we missed ones inside.

Plus, I see an ax and firewood.

It's gonna get cold tonight.

I'm sure he'll wanna
start a fire.

Set.

- Got him.

He's in the kitchen.

- Roger.

Let's get a positive ID now

so we can pop him off
when we get the chance.

- He's got his back to us.

Standby.

- Ah, I don't
have him either.

- I'm ready for him.

- I lost him.
- Fuck.

He's sittin' down. Shit.

I can't get a PID.

You see any windows on
the side walls?

- Yeah, there's
some on the left side.

If you wanna go around
and flank that tree line,

you can get a PID
through that window.

- All right.

Movin' out.

See you soon, bro.

- Sound check.

- Copy 2.

- Yeah, I'm in position.

I got a view, but yeah,

I still can't make positive ID.

I think this guy fell asleep,
brother.

We may be waitin' this one out,
Reaper 1.

- Roger that.

I'm comfy.

- Yeah, you're comfy.

That makes one of us.

- How you holdin' up,
Reaper 2?

- Yeah, just enjoying this
winter fuckin' wonderland.

- Look alive.

He's moving.

- I got him.

Still no ID.

- He's moving
through the kitchen.

- Fuck, I lost him.

- I got him.

He's goin' to the front door.

Shit, he's gonna go outside.

That'll give us about 20 seconds

to make the ID and
make the shot.

- I'm ready.

Let me know when you've
got his face.

- I got him. Go.

- White male.

- Confirmed.

- 50s.

- Confirmed.

- Balding.
- Confirmed.

- White goatee.

- Confirmed.

- Glasses.

Thin round, metal frames.

- Negative. No glasses.

- Shit.

- Give me something else.

- That's all the intel I got,
brother.

They gave us fuck all
in this pack.

- I got glasses, I got
glasses confirmed.

- That's PID.

Take him.

One shot, brother.

- One shot.

- Oof, yeah,
that's a hit.

He's not gettin' up.

Good shot, brother.

- Let's rendezvous.

- Roger that.

Good work, brother.

- You get 'em up yet?

- Pull 'em up now.

Poseidon 6 Romeo,

this is Reaper 2
confirming good kill

at 0424 hours at 0424
requesting order to exfil.

- Roger that,
Reaper.

Exfil confirmed.

- Roger that, movin' out.

They're sendin' the bird.

Let's go.
- Let's move.

Hey, here we go.

- You ever find it weird
that the person flying

that thing is probably just

in Vegas smellin' like
cheap booze and strippers?

- Reaper 1,
this is Angel 6.

Do you copy?

- Angel's probably
her stage name.

You take it.

- Reaper 2, copy.

Go ahead.

- Angel 6 on station.

Turn over complete.

Confirm your kill time.

- That's 0424 hours.

- In that case,
we've got an issue, Reaper 2.

- This is Reaper 1.

What kind of issue?

- Poseidon 6
Romeo is picking up chatter.

According to them, your
target is still active

being moved outta the
combat area now.

- Oh.

How sure are we on that?

- Chatter
was picked up

from multiple sources
and confirmed.

- We confirmed before firing.

We had a positive ID.

- Looks like you may

have been given some bad intel,
Reaper.

- Fuck!

- Then who the fuck
did we shoot?

- Stand by,
working on it now.

- Fuck!

- Angel 6, Reaper 2.

What are our orders?

- Do not exfil.

Stay on station until
new orders come through.

- Roger that.

Standing by.

It's bad intel.

It ain't on us, brother.

- This is just so fucked.

- We just gotta sit tight
and wait for orders, okay?

There's nothin' we can
do until we get those.

Look man,

I've been in these collateral
damage situations, all right?

It's gonna hit you hard later,

but right now we're on the job,
man.

- No collateral damage.

That's the whole point
of sending us.

- Man, if we're fuckin' up

then something else is
seriously wrong.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

- What do you say we
find a place

to get off our feet and wait
for further instructions, huh?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- Yeah.

Roger that.

Angel 6, any update on
those orders?

- That's negative,
Reaper 1.

Stand by for target location.

- Stand fuckin' by.

We've been standing by.

- What could they possibly
be trying to figure out?

Angel Six, are you
detecting any hostiles

near our previous
target location?

- Stand by.

- What you thinkin'?

- I wanna know who that
was back there.

- That is not a good idea, bro.

- They obviously need
proper intel,

and I'd feel a hell
of a lot better

if we went back and find
some kinda chemicals

or somethin' stashed in advance.

- Our job is done, okay?

- That's a negative.

No hostiles detected on
the previous target site.

- It's your show, man.

I'm with you.

Whatever you wanna do.

- Angel 6, be advised,

we're gonna head back to the
previous target location.

See what we can find
to help clear this up.

- Roger that, Reaper.

I'll maintain surveillance.

- I'll make this quick.

It's still clear.

Let's move out.

- How's that?

Well, can't check PID now.

- No wallet.

- All right, let's clear
the house first.

- Clear!

- Clear!

- Got a weapon.

It's not loaded.

Looks like a hunting rifle.

- There's nothing
suspicious about this place.

I think we really fucked up.

- Oh, shit.

- Angel, come back.

- Go ahead, Reaper.

- We have some new intel
on the victim.

His name is Pavel Oliynyk.

We did a sweep of the house.

We didn't find anything
related to militia activity.

- Roger that, Reaper.

I'll send that up the chain
and get more information.

- You okay?

- We don't do this.

- Jon, this is bad intel, okay?

It's not on us.
- No.

We don't do this.

- Reaper team,
look alive.

Three hostiles moving
fast, two clicks Southwest.

You need to leave the
area immediately.

- Roger that, we're moving.

Jon, what are you doing?

What's the hold up?

Jon?

Jon, we gotta go now, man.

- Why aren't you
moving, Reaper?

- Where are you going?

- Did you hear that?

- Someone creepin' up behind us?

- No.

It's something else.

- Jon, we gotta
leave now, man.

We're gonna end up in a
fire fight, you understand?

- Reaper, move out.

- Fuck.

- Jon!

Fuck!

Move, move!

God damn it, Jon, you fucked us.

- Hey, Angel, we
could really use

that plan for exfil.

- No words, fellas.

Get clear and report
back once you're safe.

- Yeah, no shit.

- Roger that.

- What are you doin'?

- Angel, are you
detecting anything other

than the three hostiles
that we're lookin' at?

- That's a negative,
Reaper 1.

Only tracking three MAMs.

- Roger that.

Just keep your eyes
peeled for us.

- Roger that.

- Let's move out.

- Yeah, go. I got you.

- What should we do?

- Angel 6, we've left the
previous target location.

We're about two clicks
from the house.

- Roger that, Reaper.

Hold your position
until we receive orders.

Stay alert.

- Copy.

- I don't think we can
just wait around.

If these guys have eyes,

they'll be able to track
us pretty easily.

- Where do you wanna move?

- I say we go around the scene.

God damn it!

What the fuck is that?

- What?

What is it?

- My 12 o'clock.

Just stay on me.

- I got you.

- Jesus!
- Right?

- What the fuck?

What the fuck is it?

Jon, are they on us already?

- No, no, no, no.

It's something else.

God.

Angel 6, we've got somethin'
trackin' us

and we can't get a
positive read on it.

Do you got anything on
my 12 o'clock?

- That's a negative
on hostiles in your area.

- Just straight
ahead 100 yards.

- I got eyes up, but you gotta
help me out here, brother.

I don't see anything.

- It's tall,
thin, black, no weapons.

We should be able to see it.

- Come on, let's keep movin'.

- I saw something.

- Jon, I'm not arguing
with you on that, okay?

But if there's somethin'
out there,

I don't wanna sit around
and wait for it, huh?

- Yeah, start movin'.

It's American issued.

- Well, fuck.

- Looks like they're still

on the path of the last team.

- I don't like that
they were droppin' shit

on their way out.

- Me neither.

Better check your bow.

- I'm good.

- Yeah, me too.

- What do you see?

- You didn't hear that?

Holy fuck!

I got it.

- What is it?

- I don't know.

I've never seen
anything like that.

- Where's it at?

- My 12 o'clock into
that tree line, 200 yards.

Wait, it's moving.

All right?

What the fuck?

I got 150 yards.

My 2.

- I don't have it, stay on it.

- God, it's
looking right at us.

- You don't
know what it is?

- I can't tell but
it's fucking looking at me.

If it gets any closer,
I'm gonna fire on it.

- Can you confirm that
it's enemy hostile?

- I've never seen
militia look like that.

- Do not fire
unless you have to.

- Fuck!

Wait, I lost it.

Oh God, 100 yards
straight ahead.

- Help me out here.

I still got nothin'.

- I'm firing.

- No, no, no.

Do not fire, Jon!

Let me get eyes on it first.

- That's a hit,
center of mass.

Dead in front of us.

- Is that it at 12:30?

- Are you fucking with me?

It went down right there.

- Jon, you're not fuckin'
givin' me what I need, man.

If it's down, point me to it.

- It's right...

Fuck, it's gone.

I didn't even see it move.

- All right.

If you hit it and that
thing is hurt,

it ain't comin' near us after
takin' a shot like that.

Come on.

- Reaper team,
stay alert.

- Roger that, Angel.

- Three hostiles
approaching your location.

250 yards out coming
from the south/southwest.

Target's dispersed.

- Fuck me, they heard that shot,
Jon.

- Target one
closing in from the south,

target two from the west.

Lost visual on target three.

- Roger that, Angel.

I got 'em comin' up the hill.

- Do not engage unless

there's an immediate threat.

- Yeah, yeah, we let
'em hit us first.

Got it. Thanks.

What do you wanna do, Jon?

- We got
about 30 seconds.

Let's split up.

That way when they go
straight through us,

if we have to engage, you
can flank 'em.

- Yeah.

Roger that.

- Right.

Stay low.

I got eyes on green mask.

- I'm on green mask, too.

He's comin' straight for me.

I don't have eyes on other one.

Oh shit, Jon, don't fuckin'
move.

Take him.

- Hey.
- Huh?

- Drop it!

Drop it, now!

Angel 6, we've engaged hostiles.

We've taken down two of 'em.

Do you have eye-

- Reaper 2, say again.

Reaper 2?

- 2, 2 come in.

He won't come in.

- Sniper.

There's a sniper in place.

Sound check from the
east.

- I heard it.

At least a quarter mile away.

You okay?

- Yeah, I took
one of the chest.

Armor, caught it.

I'll be all right.

- How the fuck did they
make that shot

through the trees
from so far away?

I got nothin', 2.

Angel 6, you have
any information

on the enemy sniper to the
east/northeast?

- That's a negative,
Reaper 1.

Scanning the area now
but no visual.

- Angel 6, I don't suppose
there's a snowball's chance

in hell of gettin' an
airstrike is there?

- That's
another negative, Reaper.

You're the only
assets in the area.

- Reaper 2, we're gonna
have to wait it out.

- No, no, we can't
wait them out.

I'm sure they've already
reported our position

and we're gonna have
a whole crew of people

on our asses if we stay
perched here.

You okay, 2?

- Yeah, I think this
fucker cracked

a couple ribs but I'll live.

- Keep your eyes up.

That thing is still out
here with us, too.

- Okay, can we just focus
on this guy please, man?

- Reaper team,

I'm being told that
Poseidon 6 Romeo

will not approve an exfil
with enemies in pursuit.

- Why the fuck not?

- We can't risk
anyone seeing our choppers,

especially a sniper.

You need to lose them
or take them out

before they'll send anyone.

- Motherfucker.

Angel 6, be advised, we still
have two enemy hostiles.

We have the enemy sniper
and something else

that's out here with us.

- No, no.

Angel 6, we're on the sniper.

We eliminate him and
we're clear.

- Reaper 1, confirm?

Reaper 1, do you have a
second target?

- That's a negative, Angel 6.

We'll take out the sniper
and be done with him.

Listen up, 2.

How far are you from
that Hansel and Gretel?

- About 100 yards.

This fuckin' guy's all over me,
man.

- Just one step at a time,
all right?

- I'm gonna take a
peek.

- Reaper 2, you okay?

Reaper 2?

- Yeah, I took some
shrapnel in the face.

My cheek is fucked
but I'll live.

- If he's still on
you that means

he hasn't spotted me yet.

One more shot and I got
this motherfucker.

- One more shot and I'm
gonna lose my head, man.

- Hey, listen to me,
listen to me, all right?

Just take a breath.

Pop smoke in both directions.

When it gets thick enough,
you make a run for it.

Can you run?

- Fuck.

Yeah, I can run.

I got you.

Stay on glass, poppin' smoke.

Poppin' smoke.

Cover me in three, two, one.

- Come on, buddy.

Come on, buddy.

No, go, go, go, go.

Fuck.

Sniper's down.

We're in the clear.

I'm comin' to you.

- Roger that, Reaper.

Good work.

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah, fine, fine.

Oh.

What the hell is wrong with you,
man?

- What?

- You know how dangerous it was

to go back to that house
and I told you

not to take that shot
and you did,

and you almost got me fuckin'
killed.

- Just listen to me.

- You're fuckin'
fallin' apart, Jon.

- I'm fuckin' doin' my job.

All right?

I'm identifying and
eliminating threats.

At least I thought I was.

- Forget about that guy
back there, man.

He's not our problem, okay?

He's the State
Department's problem.

- He's not.
- He's the fuckin'

agency's problem.

- Not about the fuckin' guy.

There was something
else out there.

- Even if there was
something coming after us,

you're not in a place where you

can fucking deal with it, okay?

You're not being careful,

you're not communicating with me

and you're not fucking
listening to me.

I know what it's like to
lose it out here,

but you've gotta get
control of yourself, okay?

Look, I'm not trying to downplay
what happened back there,

or what we did,

but we've gotta get home
before we can deal with that.

- I'm not crazy.

- Yeah, I know that.

- Fine.

Call it in, get us home.

- Angel 6,
this is Reaper 2.

Come back.

- Go ahead, Reaper.

- We've eliminated all targets.

We just need that exfil order

and we're ready to get
the fuck outta here.

- You've got a new set

of orders coming down
the pipeline.

Stand by for relay.

- Wait, what new orders?

- It's so fucked.

- Reaper
team, Poseidon 6 Romeo actual.

Copy?

- Go ahead, Sir. We got you.

- Listen,

I know you guys were put
in a tough spot back there,

but we can't pull you
out just yet.

Picked up more chatter
that says Fyodor Burick

is headed to a small
training compound five clicks

from your location.

- Sir, this is Reaper 1.

We've already encountered
hostiles, Reaper 2 is wounded,

and we're almost
completely outta supplies.

We were told that this was
gonna be a quick mission

as per your suggestion, Sir.

- I hear
you, but we're outta time.

This has to happen now and
you're the only assets out
there.

- Sir, there's also
another complication

that I have to tell you about.

We've been seeing this-
- No, no, no.

- What the fuck?

- Do you know what it means

to talk about seeing
shit in the woods?

Do you know what'll
happen when we get back?

That's immediate removal
from field work, Jon.

It's 10 years of psych evals.

I'm not havin' that.

- Okay, boys.

The fact of the matter
is that this is a mess

that still needs to
be cleaned up.

I need you out there now.

- We'll deal with it, Sir.

- Report
back when mission is complete.

- Roger that.

This is our job.

Let's do it.

- No, it's you who can't see
what's really happening here.

- You might not be crazy,
but I'm fuckin' crazy.

Hey, we're about two clicks out.

Five hours till sun up.

I say we hold up here
till the morning

and find that spot then.

Target's not gonna move
tonight anyway.

- All right, I got first watch.

- Hey?

Hey, I need to know you
got my back on this, man.

Look, we'll sort this shit out
over beers when we get home,

but I need you to tell me
that you're still up for this.

Hey, hey!

- What the fuck?

- Come on!

- What the
hell was that?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm okay.

What the fuck is that?

- I don't know, but it
keeps closing in on us.

- All right.

What you say we put some
distance between us and it, huh?

- Yeah, roger that.

I'll cover you, go.

- Jon, come the fuck on, man.

Let's go!

- Marco?

Fuck.

Marco!

- Jon, hurry up!

- Marco?

- Get this
fucking thing off me!

Jon!

- Marco?

- No, no!

Jon?

You there?

- Where are you?

Crack a light!

Oh, fuck!

You all right?
- Yeah.

That fucker tried to grab
my face but I stabbed

that bitch and he ran off.

What happened to your pack?

- We're gonna have to use yours.

- Fuck, it's out there.

You wanna go get it?

- Come on.

- What do we do now, man?

- Keep your eyes open,

keep moving and don't let
that fuckin' thing near you.

- Okay.

- All right, come
on, let's ditch the lights.

Come on.

Fuck.

- You got anything?

- No, still nothing.

- I need to
take a rest, man.

My ribs are fucked.

- How's your face?

- Oh, I still got vision
in both my eyes,

I suppose that's lucky.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry, I thought you
might be crazy

but I've never seen any
shit like that.

- Man, I think we both might
be goin' a little crazy.

You know, I've never felt one
way or another about this job,

but when that thing looked
at me, I thought I was dead.

But it wasn't Mel or
Wendy that I saw.

But you were right.

I got this image of that guy
just sitting in his chair,

reading his book.

I don't know why but I
can't shake it.

Just some old fucking
guy and I can't shake it.

- When I was in Korengal,

mortar round exploded right
next to our platoon mechanic.

And we watched the lower half

of his legs just blow clean off,
man.

And when we were pulling
shrapnel outta our guys,

we realized that our
platoon leader

has a piece of the mechanic's
bone just lodged in his arm.

It was fuckin' stickin'
straight up like a straw, man.

He had a piece of bone
stickin' out of his arm.

It wasn't even fuckin'
his.

I just think about how
fuckin' funny that was.

And then, you know, I kinda,

I wonder how could that
possibly be funny?

Something only guys like you
and me can get, you know?

That's where my head
goes when I'm by myself.

It's quiet for awhile.

But I never felt bad
about the job.

So, whatever that thing is,

we can't let it win.

- Angel 6, come back.

- Go ahead, Reaper.

- Angel, we've lost all our
supplies and extra ammo,

and Reaper 2 is
wounded to the point

where he may not
finish the mission.

We have to put in a
final request for exfil.

- Understood.

Stand by.

- What are you doin', man?

- I want them
to say it on the record.

- What do
you think Mel's

gonna say about all this shit?

- Nah man, this is my bullshit.

She doesn't need to
know about it.

- Really?

'Cause I'm gonna tell this story

to every chick I know, man.

I'm gonna get laid for
days.

- Not with your face
all fucked up like that.

- That's
another negative, Reaper.

Once we get confirmation
that the target is down,

we will request an
exfil, and get you home.

- Roger that, Angel.

- You think we can make it
without the rest of our gear?

- How much ammo you got?

- Two full mags. You?

- Seven rounds.

- Fuck.

- Six more than I need.

- Right.

We keep eyes forward and
I watch our six

in case our little friend
dares to come back.

- Roger that.

- Okay, brother.

Let's do what we do.

- Good luck.

- I count
eight hostiles

on the south side of
the building.

One to the north.

- We got eyes on eight.

- Reaper 1,

can you see what's being
unloaded from the trucks?

- It looks like weapons, but
we only got boxes right now.

- Roger that, Reaper.

- This is a lot
more than we expected.

- Yeah.

- If we drop someone out front,

you can bet that
they're gonna have

the whole crew on our asses.

See if they'll exfil us then.

Hey, check it out.

Zone three.

What's that look like to you?

- Target practice.

- Yeah.

Let's fling to the right,
get in line with it.

- Angel 6, we've got
possible eyes on target.

Can you provide PID?

- Yes, we
can provide PID.

- Are you sure you don't
wanna move over?

We can pop him when he
comes around the corner.

- No, we're too close.

There's too many of
them together.

- I'm just thinkin' if
we're gonna see

a fire fight we might
want that flank after all.

- I don't think we should
split up again.

- No, neither do I, but it's a
good way to end this quickly.

- I'm not worried about that.

I'm worried about that
thing creepin' up behind us.

- We haven't seen
that in awhile.

- You do see it, you call me,
I'm back in 10 seconds, yeah?

- Fuck.

All right.

- It'll be okay, man.

Move in.

Yeah, I'm in position.

I'm seein' some moving on
the corner of the building.

Could be comin' out.

- Roger.

Angel, could really
use that PID.

- Stand by.

- We don't have time
to stand by.

He's out in the open.

- Still
gathering intel.

- You gotta be fuckin'
kidding me.

- Orders are to
take out the commander.

No PID required to execute,
direct from Private 6.

- Fantastic, thanks.

- We
want the shot.

- I think we got it.

- All right,
they're scattering.

- Two
officers approaching.

- Two on your 6,
I'll come around and cover.

Jon, you got those three
in the southeast corner?

- I'm on it.

Back corner.

I don't have a shot.

- Oh, fuck!

- From behind ya,
go the way.

- Got a runner,
headed north.

- I got him, I got him.

- That's the
last of 'em.

- Target's down, it's a
non-fatal wound.

- Reaper,
target must be KIA.

- Can we get that PID?

- Negative, Reaper.

- You have him, man.

Take the shot.

- He's unarmed.

I need that PID.

- Take that kill.

Just take the God damn shot.

- You're
clear to fire, Reaper 1.

- Oh, fuck!

- 2, what are you doin'?

2, get back.

Don't do it, let's
wait for the PID.

I have a clear shot.

Reaper 2, come in.

- This is Reaper 2,
come back.

- Go ahead, Reaper.

- Confirming good kill

at 1602 hours at 6-

- 2, 2 come in.

Come in, come in.

- Marco?

Reaper 2!

Come in, Reaper 2!

Marco, come in.

Marco?

2?

- Fuck!

Come on, we don't have all day!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, come and get me!

What are you fuckin'
waiting for?

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Show yourself!

Angel 6, come back.

- I read you, Reaper.

What's your status?

- We engaged the enemy.

We killed nine,
including the target.

Mission accomplished.

Reaper 2 is KIA.

Requesting exfil.

- Are you injured?

- I'm fine.

Let's get home.

- Roger that,
Reaper 1.

Angel 6 out.

- You did a good
job out there.

I know we really put
you through it,

but I hope you know how
important that job is.

You're gonna get medals
for this, you know?

And we're not gonna include

the loss of your weapons
in the report.

We won't mention the delay
in taking out the target.

I think a simple
successful mission

is enough to pass along,
don't you?

With everything you've
gone through,

why don't you talk to the
therapist on the base?

It's usually required for anyone
KIA on the mission anyway,

so why don't I just go ahead

and make you an appointment,
yeah?

Sound good?

- What happened to
the last team?

The first guys that you
sent before us?

- Okay.

They refused the mission.

They got out there and
didn't like the odds

or couldn't hack it, so
they came back.

That's why we had to put the
screws to you a bit there.

- Marco's mother is gonna
need someone to help her out.

- We'll get
someone to check on her.

- Good.

- Whatever happens to him,
it's on you.

- I heard.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Are you all right?

Are you hurt?

- I'm fine.

- Mommy?

Daddy!

You're home!

- Jon, what are you doing?

Honey, your skin is burning.

Jesus, doesn't that hurt?

- I'm freezing.

- So I told Ms. Sullivan and
then she put him in time out.

- Oh, good.

- So, I saw him.

So he thought he couldn't
get away with it.

But then I saw him
doing it again,

and he actually did get
away with it.

- Daddy!

- Honey.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, honey, I
didn't mean to scare you.

- How come you're
still up, huh?

- I was just gonna go
get a glass of water.

What are you doing up, huh?

Mommy told me that you outgrew

this whole coming to
sleep with us thing.

- I was hoping we
could all wake up

as a family.

- Hey!

- Hey.
- Daddy?

- Go back to bed, sweetie.

You've been through something
I can never understand.

I accept that.

But this cannot happen, not
with Wendy in the house.

I don't want you here right now.

Not like this.

I know you're hurting and I hate

that you feel like you
can't tell me what happened.

Why can't you look at me?

Jon?

Jon, wait.

Where are you going?

- Bryant, it's good to see ya.

- I need to talk to you.

- It's not me you should
be talkin' to, Jon.

Okay, come with me.

If it's the op you
wanna talk about,

there's not much I'll be
able to tell you

that you don't already know.

- I wanna know why there
were two targets.

- What are you talkin' about?

- I wanna know why there
were two targets.

I'm not fucking stupid.

- You are way outta line, Jon.

Now you need to get
yourself some help

before you start saying things
that get you into trouble.

- I also wanna know why it says

on the report that it
was a Reaper team error

when it was your bad intel.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

Fine.

You and your partner
made a mistake,

but it was a mistake you
were meant to make, okay?

The agency wanted Fyodor,
but he was too well hidden.

We had to find a way to
flush him out.

State Department wouldn't
approve us taking

out anyone close to him,

so we created a
situation where wires

would be crossed and Fyodor's
brother would catch a bullet.

He comes outta hiding to find
out who killed his brother,

we take him out, whole thing
gets logged as an accident,

some fog of war kind of shit
so we don't break any rules,

but we get our man.

- So you get everything
that you want

and accept no
responsibility for it?

- It worked.

- I'm done.

- I understand.

- Where did you go?

- I need to find some answers.

I'm ready to talk to you,
tell you what happened.

The whole thing was routine.

We had done it
hundreds of times,

but then we got the call
that the target

was the wrong target and
I just, I lost my head.

I lost focus and
that's when Marco got shot.

I got spooked.

I got spooked out there.

I saw something I'd
never seen before.

And then when I got back,

I found out that they
had lied to me,

to us about the mission and
I just can't stop wondering

if they lied to us
every single time.

- God, I'm so sorry baby.

What did you see out there?

You can tell me.

It's okay.

Oh, shit.

Wind must've picked up.

- Hold on.

What is it?

- Just...

- Jon?

- Honey, go, go.

Go, get Wendy.

Get out of the house.

- Jon, what do you
see out there?

- Go now.

Don't just stand there, now!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

No, no, no!

Come on!

- Honey, sweetie, wake
up, wake up, wake up.

We have to go to the car,
come on.

- What's going on?

- Let's go, let's go.

Come on.

Hurry up.

- Why?

- Come on.

I'll tell you in the car just,
let's go.

- Come on, come on!

What do you want from us?

Leave them alone!

- Okay?

Come on.

Get in the car, get in the car.

Okay?

I see.

No!

- What's going on?

- Okay, sweetie.

If I'm not back in five minutes,

you go into Mr. Marshall's
and have him call 911, okay?

- Mm hm.

I love you, stay here.

- Mommy, wait.
- Stay here.

- Mommy, wait.
- Stay here!

Jon?

Jon?

Honey, are you okay?

- I know how to stop it now.

- What was that?

What was that?

No, no, no, no.

No, baby, don't do that, okay?

Please.

- You don't understand.

It will tear us apart.

- I know.

I know you
try to fight it.

But you don't need to do this.

This is not the way.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh my God.

- Jon!

Please, baby.

- Come on!
- It can't hurt me,

it can't hurt me, okay?

The only thing that can hurt-

Please Jon, please!

Look at me!

Remember?

We can fight it together.

We can fight it together.

We can.

No, Jon!

- Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy?

- Oh, sweetie, come here.

It's okay, come here.

I'm okay, baby.

- What happened?

Daddy, what happened?

- Oh, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, Daddy just got a
little scared.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

- Hey.

See something?

- No, but it doesn't mean
there's nothing out there.

- Come on.

Say goodnight to Wendy.