Original subtitles

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.