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Before the world ended, I could find anything or anyone, anywhere.

Not to brag, but some called me the world's greatest treasure hunter.

There was nothing I couldn't find.

I spent most of my time underwater, finding things that had been lost for

centuries.

My work was solitary, researching and then setting out on my missions.

But I liked it that way.

I controlled my own destiny with no one to report to.

But all that changed when the solar flare hit.

The world was thrown into darkness and chaos.

All modern electronics were fried.

Most things didn't work anymore.

People thought the governments would take charge and fix things.

Wishful thinking.

Warlords seized control of local governments and ruled large parts of

They thought everything was going to be fine.

I knew better, of course.

Starving cities turned into graveyards.

Money was useless.

Medicine and fuel nowhere to be found. And diseases spread.

I guess I was better equipped for this.

I was a survivor.

And I was soon doing what I always did.

Finding things.

Except now the world was a much more dangerous place.

Too easy.

Okay.

Fantasia.

All right, the boys in blue are back.

Hello, mate.

What are you doing up here?

Wait a minute.

You guys aren't real cops, are you?

What's in the case?

It's like, you know, violin, fiddle. I don't really know the difference. Why,

are you playing?

Hand it over.

No, you don't want this.

But I'll give you what's a mess.

Wash your mouth out with buckshot.

You will be able to get us all.

No, that's true.

Just you.

And you.

And you.

Probably get you.

But definitely you.

Get him, boys.

Safe charge.

Did you get it?

Yeah, right where you said it'd be.

We sent out a handful of guys, but they all came back empty -handed.

Some didn't come back at all.

Stradivarius, Brescian period, 1690 to 1700.

Beautiful.

King August has another job for you.

He's a king now?

We feel the monarchy is most stable past restoring normalcy.

He wants to see you.

Well, I almost got myself killed fetching that fiddle for His Highness,

thanks. I'm going to go home and work on my boat. He's willing to compensate

you.

Handsomely.

Enough for your dream boat.

Where's the job?

Across the channel.

Oh, based on business with him. Just think about it, Jake.

It could be a fresh start.

If I wanted a fresh start, I wouldn't shoot myself in the head to get it.

we'll get you there safely.

There's nothing there but disease and warlords and EDM. Oh, thanks.

It was nice seeing you, though.

Jake. You look amazing.

And I love the suit.

He declined.

He'd rather work on his boat.

You believe that?

It's a goddamn tragedy.

Let's make Jake an offer.

One he can't refuse.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, there you are.

Yeah.

I got you mango teriyaki, your favorite.

Yeah.

Good boy.

Good boy.

How you like that, boy?

Perfect. Oil.

Yes.

Hear me, hear me, appear to disappear.

The sequel said PPE from the people.

Stoke your soul, get the proof on your body, Black.

Now you can't get your mind back.

230 for the source power, 30. 230 for the B -16.

I beg your pardon, we'll be live another time. You know what? One of your

favorites is just starting.

We come back, do a soul check. Every once in a while, I can find it. You know

what?

Don't shoot!

What are you doing here?

The king sent me.

It's about the job. Tell him I don't want it.

Tell him yourself.

He's waiting for you in the wrecking yard.

Hey!

Can you help me down?

Jake, come in, have a seat.

Sit down, let's talk.

Humor me.

Tell me, how you do it? Do what?

I employ dozens to do what you do, but yet you seem to be the only one who

things others can't.

Is it a special skill or gift?

Speaking of gifts, let's try to vary us up.

It's beyond us.

It's so divine.

Music will make a grown man cry.

Maybe you should start with food and clean water before you start building

symphony. Think we're not working on the food shortage, Jake?

Says the man with a mouthful of steak.

I'm a pescatarian.

You think fixing this shit's easy?

It's not as simple as snapping my fingers and turning the lights back on.

The whole fucking infrastructure was shot.

We're busting our asses every day to rebuild these things from the ground up

despite the efforts of people trying to stop us like General Volkov.

Right, the guy who had no culture but smacked him in the face.

He's an agent of chaos.

You have to see the world burn and rule the ashes.

And you see yourself differently.

Cynicism? Believe me when I tell you, Jake, this is not a job I wanted.

When the solar flare hit, we lost our humanity. You saw what people did in the

dark. No one anticipated the world would burn as quickly as it did.

People panicked.

Some became barbarians.

Well, lucky you.

These ivory towers that you're building, they'll keep the barbarians at bay.

You'll all be safe.

Well, everyone's not as resourceful as you are, Jake.

They don't have your skills or grit to survive in this new world.

They need protection.

Without these walls, more and more would have been slaughtered.

What about the ones outside the wall? What about the ones hiding?

Are you going to let them in too?

All are welcome, Jake.

Even you.

Minister Fuentes tells me you're reluctant to cross the channel.

No, I'm not reluctant. I'm dead set against it.

Maybe that's because you haven't seen the big picture.

I don't want to see the big picture. The big picture is ugly and cruel.

Oh.

Not all of it.

We are spending a lot of time restoring her to her original beauty.

You'll be a free man, Jake.

Unencumbered. Answerable to no man.

And all I need is a wind.

Fly away and leave the bullshit behind.

The people and I want our world back, Jake.

And what would I be hunting down for you this time?

Mona.

The Mona Lisa?

In all her motherfucking glory.

I hate to break the bad news to you, Your Majesty, but Paris was one of the

first cities to burn down.

For sure.

For sure.

But here's something you may not know.

It's that when the flare hit, the French government evacuated all its national

treasures to a secret storage facility.

Everything from fine art to the president's porcelain throne.

How am I supposed to get there?

The king's plane flown by the king's pilot.

Then I get to vote.

All the resources and food you need.

Hell, I'll even give you a title.

Okay, well, if Fuentes is the minister of defense and you're the king,

what would you make me?

Motherfucker of cultural appropriation.

It won't be long, buddy.

Be back before you know it.

How you doing?

Fine, yeah.

How are you?

I think this is a really bad idea.

You always seem to come out on top.

Yeah, if I always come out on top, then why am I headed to the worst place on

the planet?

I left plenty of food and water for Smoke.

Will you promise if I don't make it back to take care of him?

Do I have anyone else to ask?

I don't think Smoke likes me very much.

I'm not sure if he trusts you.

I'll try not to die.

Make sure I make it back, Mom.

Always.

Takes your breath away, don't she?

Yeah, she'll right sort this one.

We're fine in that?

Huh? Yeah.

Is that safe?

No, not technically.

They've got bullet holes in them. Them?

No, them's from last week. Little rendezvous with the boys.

Oh.

The king's waiting.

Won't be late.

We'll drop you in under cover of darkness.

Now, you're in searching points here, outside this small village.

Now, according to intel, it's been cleared of rebels.

Now, you'll hop a little bit due north to St. Quentin.

That's the town under occupation, so you got to go in quietly, like a whisper,

like a baby fucking mouse.

Now, make your way to the city center, and our rebel liaison will meet you

there.

It's a big fucking area.

How the hell am I supposed to find them? Oh, don't worry about that. They'll

find you. Now, everything's hush -hush on the QG.

Need to know basis.

Yeah, I need to know.

Need to know what?

I don't even know how the fuck I'm getting out of there.

Oh, the rebels will contact me when you got hands on Mona, all right?

And I'll drop the equipment for an air -temp evacuation three hours later.

Three hours.

Good. You know, the plane's got holes in it.

Never noticed.

Wheels up.

10 p .m.

My man.

Joe?

What? What's that? Go!

Uh...

Oh, his seatbelts are broken.

Man, not worth the barney, mate. A strip of nylon's not going to help if she

goes down, is it?

All right, here we go.

Oh, shit.

What?

Is everything okay? Yeah, yeah. Just doing some sums.

Yeah, I'm not sure that gauge is working right.

I mean, see, with that, all we're going to run out of fuel halfway there, so

probably best to throw in your parachute just in case.

Yeah.

I pull this to open the shoe, right?

Oh, hold on.

Have you not done this before?

No. Oh, fucking amateur.

Yes.

That's the cord that you pull.

When do I pull it? I don't know. Preferably before you hit the ground.

Relax.

Have a dip or something.

I'll take us to scenic route, yeah?

Fucking American.

We're done.

What are you doing with bobcops, boys?

Come on then!

Welcome to France, mate!

Right, tell you what, I'm going to fly us through this, so gear up.

Probably going to have to drop a little bit early.

Go.

Five minutes to Bees and Honey, mate, let's make that money!

What?

What I'm going to need you to do, I'm going to fly us down to 4 ,000 feet and

you're going to have to jump.

OK? Got it.

Good to go.

Red card, eh?

What, as soon as I open it? Yeah.

Oh, I knew this was a bad idea.

This is definitely a bad idea.

They're waiting for you.

San Quentin is right.

A worthy opponent is hard to find.

This game taught me so many things.

But the most important lesson is to revere a strong adversary.

You see, I learned how to play when I was incarcerated.

And prison, by design, is a gladiatorial arena.

One challenge after another, a consistent power struggle.

In the beginning, it was terrifying.

But when I found chess, I discovered something life -changing.

Playing against those who are better than me made me better.

I only saw improvement when my skills were challenged. And that's why I demand

from you.

Play your best.

You don't even know how to play.

Do you?

Next.

Bokov. One of our heavy guns fired on the plane an hour ago.

What kind?

Single prop.

Probably the Altonov.

One parachute.

Get word out to every gang, every informant, every soldier. A thousand

where he finds our visitor.

And let's get the train ready.

How far away is he? 80 kilometers.

He was spotted near St. Quentin.

will be distributed for loyal citizens at 1600 hours.

Curfew will still be enforced.

Evading the rules of General Volkov will result in immediate and

severe punishment.

Hey!

Hey, guys.

Drop the bag.

Guys, I don't want any trouble.

Drop the bag.

You're a dead man!

I'm guessing you're my contact.

Bravo, t 'es un génie.

Jake? Yeah.

And I could have taken that guy.

You're welcome.

If you're here the whole time, why didn't you step in sooner?

I just needed to see if you could handle what's ahead.

I can handle myself.

I'm Drea.

Follow me.

Okay, now that I've cleaned up your mess, let's get going because they'll

looking for this guy.

What do you got to think for cutting guys' throats off? My father was a

Come on, get this stuff.

It's not worth it at all.

Keep your eyes down.

This is the guy?

This is the guy.

He's bleeding.

We should take care of that.

Welcome. Thank you. Would you like something to eat?

No. Something to drink, perhaps?

No, no, thank you. Father, with all due respect, I just flew into a war zone,

jumped out of a plane for the first time, almost got crushed by a tank, got

attacked by soldiers while she watched.

So right now, I just want to get to where I'm going. So if you could just

me in the right direction, I'll be on my way.

Patience is a virtue, my son.

First things first.

Dom and Lulu uncovered this map.

They were just executed in the town square.

I'm sorry, Tria.

May they rest peacefully in God's infinite love.

Wow.

That's what I'm talking about.

Over 1 ,000 horsepower.

Well, it proved it, too.

Nice.

Oh, yes, of course.

For Willie?

For me.

Rafe territory.

What?

Uh, it's just... Medlock.

What is that?

Uh, could be a cipher.

I'll pack the truck.

You patch him up. Yeah, sure.

Um, come on.

You like it?

The mural.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

It's nice to see some beauty in all this ugliness.

You're really as good as August says.

What's he say?

Well, to hear his best.

His.

Yeah, no, I'm not one of August's.

prized possessions.

Well, August holds a lot of power, even all the way over here.

This, I have nothing to numb it.

You ready?

Yeah.

Okay.

Well, trust means more to me than power.

I don't trust August.

Then why are you here?

Asking myself the same question.

Like everyone else, all this has something you want.

One of his possessions.

Yeah.

Yeah, and you?

Oh, me, I'm just... just here to make sure you get from point A to point B,

really.

I can't overstate how important it is you get there first.

You're not coming with us?

No. We each have our own path to salvation.

Mine is to buy you both some time.

And yours is to have faith in your courage.

Now the whole place is on lockdown.

Volkov has a tank on every corner.

You need to get through the old factory and reach the eastern road.

Godspeed. Yes, Father.

Everybody inside the church, come out immediately with your hands in the

air. I wonder who that could be.

Well, come out, wherever you are. Okay.

Thank you.

I can't wait to see what comes next.

Good evening, gentlemen.

We know who you are.

We know what goes on here.

You can't hide anymore, priest.

I have nothing to hide.

God sees all.

Where are the others?

Others?

There's no one else.

Just me.

The only thing they'll find in there is the Lord's work.

The church is closed right now, but you're welcome to come in if you wish to

confess your sins.

I'm an atheist.

Well, of course. Perhaps it's just as well.

Because absolution requires a moral conscience and a yearning to be better.

Qualities which you clearly do not possess.

Because you are part of the darkness on the face of this world of suffering.

And you will not prevail.

What I do now, may I be forgiven.

Don't move!

Get out of the vehicle!

I want to quote Revelations 3 .57.

You're flooding it. Don't flood it. I'm not flooding it.

Fucking motherfucker!

A fucking priest.

Really, a fucking priest?

You were flooding it, by the way. You were.

Buckle up. Yeah, yeah.

I love this song.

Blast that fucking door!

We did self -detect.

Shit.

Checkpoint.

We can't get around it. Nope.

We're going over it.

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

It is bulletproof.

Go, go, go, go!

How many tanks does this guy have?

All right. All right!

Don't worry about them.

Worry about that.

I know.

Jake.

I know.

I know!

Fuckin' August!

Motherfuckin' go get that motherfuckin' Mona Lisa and all it's motherfuckin'

glory and make you a motherfucker of appropriations! Fuck!

You, August!

Ching my ass.

What news do our rebel friends bring?

Jake and Dre are en route to Suyi Army Base where they should complete the

mission.

Sadly,

Father Samson perished fighting for the cause.

And a noble cause it is.

May he rest in peace.

Your Majesty.

Hey, I got a question for you.

Sure.

What the fuck is going on that you guys are all so willing to die to help me get

this painting?

What do you care?

I mean, you're getting paid your fee, though, eh? Right?

I don't get it. I mean, it's a beautiful work of art, but all this is a little

much.

Well, some people like painting, some like sailing boats.

August.

Really sorry about Father Sampson.

I knew Father Sampson for a long, long time.

Way before the solar flares.

He made a great sacrifice for the cause.

Yeah, that's kind of my point. You know, all this work painting doesn't make

sense.

It's Volkov.

What's he got to do with the monolith?

Volkov is searching for the vault, too. And if he gets there before us, he'll

get everything that's in it.

They put a lot more than art in there.

Food, supplies, weapons.

That's why we need you to... To get you out.

What of?

Right.

So if we beat him to it, you get your weapons, August gets his painting, and I

get my boat.

That's right.

Hey, Jake.

Hey.

Hey. However this ends, I really hope you get what you're after.

I made you this boat.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

My grandma taught me how to make origami. We used to make tons of them

them for others to find.

I also know how to build a bomb big enough to take out a tank.

Wow.

Well, that's pretty, but sadly more useful these days, I guess.

Yep.

Let's get going.

They're approaching. The city will come.

Good.

What

happened

to your shoulder?

We're outnumbered, sir.

Outnumbered and outgunned.

By an old priest.

Some fucking priest, right?

There were others, sir.

How many?

Two.

But they had a big fucking truck.

A flying fucking truck.

And you only had the tank and 20 men? It took us by surprise, sir.

It came out of nowhere.

A big bastard and a girl in a truck headed east.

Anything else?

We got the priest.

Sir, I can still be of service to you, sir. You don't need to kill me.

I'm not going to kill you.

I've got all the informants with their eyes wide open.

We'll find these guys soon enough.

I know.

I know.

So, will you?

Suisse.

Well, there's a vault in this base in one of these buildings.

Put on a veil.

You okay?

No, no, no, I'm not okay. This is wraith territory.

This place gives me the creeps. What the hell's a wraith?

Before the flare, there were inmates at a maximum security prison.

They're cannibals, you understand?

These guys, they eat what they kill.

All right, so let's get in and out as quickly as possible.

Someone knows we're here.

Yeah. Come on.

Oh, merde.

We're too late.

No, this door wasn't blown off recently.

No bullet holes, no damage.

Didn't look like they tried to defend it.

The best guess is that they got everything out of here and moved it to a

secure location.

Where'd you get that map?

The base commands this apartment in Paris.

General Stéphane Matteau.

Let's look around.

Looks like they held up here.

No, no, that's not it.

Stéphane Mato.

It's him.

Well, if they evacuated, the base commander would have kept a record of

Voila. This is in French? Yeah.

It's okay.

Altercations. Waterman broke.

Just now have missing. Scouts report.

Wraiths amassing. Fires on the ridge line.

They're coming.

Evacuate all the valuables to 48 degrees.

By 58, 48, by 58.

Voilà. Base aérienne Nancy O'Shea. Parfait. No way.

What? It's way too convenient.

There's no way he just left this here for anybody to find.

This is a misdirect.

You think?

Yeah. He definitely would have encoded this.

Man, what do we do now?

Come on, let's hurry up.

Read me the corresponding letters in order, starting with the latitude. Okay,

ready? 48, 34, 58, 05, 57, 35.

I'm sure.

Does that mean anything?

No.

Come on, come

on. We have to hurry up.

Give me a minute.

We need to go.

Simserhof? Ouvrage du Simserhof.

That's a fort on the Maginot Line.

I should be somewhere.

Voilà.

Simserhof. Let's move.

Jake!

Jake, I'm serious. We've got to go.

Moulin 2, this is Moulin 1. Moulin 2, do you read me?

Go for Moulin 2.

La Joconde's location is Ouvrage du Timpereur.

I repeat, La Joconde's location is Ouvrage du Timpereur.

Copy, Moulin 1. We can have a team at Timpereur by 1400 hours. Repeat, we can

have a team at Timpereur by 1400 hours.

Copy, Moulin 2. Moulin 1, out.

Voilà.

Line truck, my ass.

Welcome. Look.

to the Nancy Air Force Base.

No, we're not.

We're going to Simpsons.

And we're going to meet a very special lady.

Tell the conductor we're taking the route to the bridge.

Understood.

I think he wants his reward.

One thousand bullets.

How many do you think he deserves?

Three. Agreed.

No keypad, no interface, no biometric scanners, no handle.

There's a camera there and there.

I had to power up this place somehow.

So I'm still running?

Yeah.

Maybe not.

Oh.

This is running.

System de conduit d 'air.

Must be getting power from the solar panels.

Anything?

Yep.

That humming is part of the air filtration system for the vault.

All right.

Yeah, it's our way in. We're on one.

50 miles out. I repeat, 50 miles out.

101, copy.

They're close.

Bill, your stairs should take me up to the ventilation shaft.

If I can get in here, down this shaft, and along this air duct.

And that should take me right into the vault.

Okay. But if this fan is operational, we're going to have to kill that.

And then what?

Figure it out.

Get to it.

Hey, remember that service road we saw?

I bet that leads to the solar panels.

I'll take them out.

All right, let's get to work.

That's what I have to do.

Bad idea.

Oh, no!

Shit. It's flooded.

Fuck you, August. I knew this was a bad idea.

Minister of Cultural Appropriation. My ass.

Oh, fuck.

This is helping people?

I wanted to tell you, but August said he wouldn't help if you knew.

You're goddamn right.

The U .S. made two atomic bombs to drop in Japan.

Fat man and little boy, but there was a third.

Set aside for Moscow.

In case the Red Army didn't stop in Manchuria.

The Mona Lisa.

This bomb was meant to travel in a long way, so there was a safety measure

added.

Without this plug inserted, this bomb can't go off.

So August gets the bomb and you get everything else? August doesn't want

bomb to use it.

He just wants to keep it away from Volkov. And you believe him?

What choice do I have?

You had a choice.

You could have kept me out of it. But it would have been found.

And you know it, Jake.

I do trust August just a little more than I trust Volkov.

They're both a part of the same hypocrisy.

I trusted you, Drea.

Look, it might be too late for me and the life I wanted.

But maybe, just maybe, by stomping bulk of, someone else can have that

chance.

And how many have to die while you're trying to stop them?

Jake, wait.

Come on.

Just stay and fight with us.

Don't you see the vocals of this world they win when good people do nothing

win anyway Jake

Okay.

So look at this. This road leads to Calais.

August has a team there, and they'll be waiting to transport the Mona Lisa

across the channel.

You got it?

Now this.

Keep it very safe.

Okay, good luck, guys.

Not your fight, Jake.

And there she is.

General!

The safety plug.

Isn't it funny?

They locked us up in cages like the scum of the world, never to see the light

again.

But then the light liberated us.

And now we rule their world.

We march to Calais.

The rest we take later. Let's move!

You shouldn't have come back.

I'm sorry, my dear.

Sorry I dragged you into this.

You didn't drag me into anything.

You dragged me out.

But we got to get that bomb back.

It's too late, Jake.

You said you could build a bomb big enough to blow up a tank, right?

What about a train?

Jake. The train's headed back to the city. To get there, it's got to cross

bridge.

All right, all I need to do is get that plug and make sure the train doesn't

stop. You just got to blow that bridge.

That's all?

Look, we can do this.

But if we're going to do it, we got to do it now.

You ready?

You walk?

Yeah. All right.

What were you doing back there?

Why are we going so slow?

It starts with low visibility. I have to take it slow.

Once we're on the straightaway past the bridge, I'll be able to pick up the

pace. He's not going to like that.

I'm doing my best.

That's all.

We're going to have a small window of opportunity.

I know.

We've got to get ahead of him.

Yeah.

There it is.

Take her right at the fork.

Okay. Kill the lights.

So, there is concern regarding visibility.

Oh, I don't remember giving the order to be concerned.

You did not.

But the conductor assures me he's doing his best. His best, huh?

I think he underestimates himself.

I think you're right. I think he just needs some help to fulfill his

Just like you.

Checkmate.

I'm going slow because we're carrying an atomic bomb.

That's your full potential.

Drop me at the overpass.

Into that bridge.

So? Some people just need a little push.

I'm sorry.

looking for?

There she is. And she's not going home.

Lisa is out of your league.

I'm not here for the bomb. That's what I thought.

August the Assassin?

No. I'm the distraction.

Nice beard.

What's wrong?

You okay? Yeah, no.

You look like you've been chewed up, digested, and shit out by the war

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Your fucking Mona Lisa's at the bottom of a gorge.

I don't know what kind of shape she's in, but she can't be detonated without

this. Oh, damn.

Sounds like I gotta find me a new motherfucker with cultural

Or not.

You could just let her rest in peace.

Oh, no, no, Jake.

You're not naive enough to believe there are no more Volkovs in the world.

No, I just hope you're not one of them.

Well, I guess it's time for you to sail away, Jake.

Enjoy your little boat.

I gotta build me a kingdom to rule.