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Good cop. Sapper Patrol, you're exiting the green zone now.

Tenth Mountain's convoy is stranded.

No sit -rep. Be advised, Martin's convoy's in a black spot.

Comms will be sketchy. Stay sharp. Watch for six.

Who's the full -fledged moron responsible for this clusterfuck?

Who's the meathead calling me a moron?

Meathead? You fucked up my morning pass.

What are you going to do about it? What am I going to do about it?

Snooki, baby!

It's got you again!

Wait,

you know this guy? This one?

No, I've never met him.

He's had the exact same tattoo by coincidence.

Really?

It's my big brother, numbnuts.

Good to see you, bro. You too.

What in the city are you two?

Tommy, bit of hospitality. Get the shit.

Let me give you a little science lesson on the laws of physics and walk you

through what you should have learned in eighth grade.

First law of thermodynamics.

Energy can't be created or destroyed, so it's got to go somewhere.

When you idiots fill these trucks with stop leak, you block the vent, heat

escape, pressure builds till the radiator blows.

You listen to this, Tommy?

I didn't know it was you.

Mechanics keep ratting you out.

Why are you doing it?

You just don't care. No, I care, sure. I care about this fucking golf cart I got

to drive around the desert breaking down every five minutes.

Your fault. Man, we should be on the front lines.

Fucking kicking doors like we said when we joined.

You know, we were all, don't fucking quit.

What'd we do? We fucking quit.

Dude, what are you talking about?

We're talking about Ranger Assessment Selection Program.

Oh, my God.

RASP? Yeah.

Dude, take Tommy.

Tommy, he can't even spell Ranger.

Intake starts in June.

That ship has failed.

Rangers are fucking hardcore.

I'm fucking old.

You're fucking ugly. No, I checked the cutoff. We're good.

Oh, you want to be a ranger, go be a ranger.

You don't need my permission.

I wanted to do it together.

Like we promised each other.

Oh, we were 18.

We also said we were going to start a thrash band.

Oh, man, just imagine.

You and me.

Getting our ranger scrolls.

Fucking running across the tarmac.

Blackhawks. First boots on the ground.

That does sound pretty awesome.

All right.

You're in, I'm in.

You promise?

I'll wait.

Unbelievable.

I just gotta top it off with coolant and I'm done. Oh, I got that shit.

Are you sure? Yeah, get out of here.

I don't see you screwing this up at all.

Hey, Tom, fill it up.

We're both going to be badass Army Rangers.

Sergeant, I regret saying yes already.

Cheer one, baby.

Are you not going to say goodbye?

I'll see you tomorrow when you fill it up again with stop leak.

You no longer have a name. You are a number.

You are now number 44.

Next.

You are now number 198.

190.

As an E -6, you'll be assigned team leader.

State your consent.

Yes, Sergeant.

You're now number 7.

Look who's back.

One strike and you'll be out of here. If I may just say so, Sergeant. Shut the

fuck up. You are now number 15.

Next. You are now number 111.

Number 122.

Fuck me.

I applied four times medically denied each time.

Well, you just made the age cut off.

You got a plan B?

No, Sergeant.

As an E6, you will be assigned team leader. State your consent.

I'd rather not.

Ten minutes to formation.

You are now number 81.

Yes, Sergeant.

Strangers are the spearhead of the United States Army. We are first on the

ground every single time.

The fate of our nation and allies depends on our expertise.

Do you understand me?

Yes, Sergeant!

You are about to embark on eight weeks of the hardest selection program in the

world. Whether you have been deployed in combat or you are fresh out of base,

you can expect your emotional.

physical and mental strength to be pushed to the absolute limit, and then

If, by the grace of God, you make it to the final stage, you will undertake a 24

-hour simulated mission known as Death March, completed by crossing that finish

line.

At which point, you will be eligible for the Ranger Scroll, the Tanberay, and

the most storied regiment in the United States Army.

Attention!

Rangers lead the way!

All the way!

Welcome to Raft!

Come on, candidates!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

We are looking for elite warriors.

The best of the best.

17, get the fuck out of here!

Every week, those who fail will be eliminated. 16, 27, 29,

53! Step forward.

Pack your bags. You are non -select. Down.

Come on. Up.

Down.

Up. Down.

If you're thinking about quitting, do it now.

Welcome to week three.

The calling of the herd.

Get him out of here.

There's no shame in quitting.

Most of you lose quick.

Do you really have one at the bank?

Raise your sleeves away!

70 -70.

84.

142. Step forward.

You are non -select. Pack your bags.

I'm just saying, once we join regiment, top secret clearance, right?

That means they're going to have to start telling us the truth about some

things. And you'll know what I'm talking about, too. I'm talking AR -51.

I'm talking moon landings. I'm talking Tupac.

Come on.

You're talking shit.

Man, you think they're just going to hand over an envelope of secrets with

scroll. Hell yeah.

That's not how it works, bro.

Oh, and how would you know that, 44?

I was DOD.

I had the clearance. Real question is why they gave us rifles with blanks in

them. You can bet there's some good hunting up here.

Otherwise, we don't shoot 15.

Look out.

Here comes the first.

Where's everyone else, candidate?

Behind me, Sergeant.

Hey, slow down, Superman.

Make the rest of us look bad.

Now we got a lot of hopped up 11 Bravos who know how to shoot a rifle. But I

want to show a hand who's actually been deployed.

Where'd you serve, 109?

Fort Fenning, Sergeant. Basic AIT and airborne.

Honor grad, top of the class.

Deployment's canon, not potty training.

What about 260?

19 kilo, M1 Abrams crewman, Sergeant.

Hot damn, a tanker.

Maybe you can valet my Lambo.

What about 281?

12 Bravo, combat engineer, 213th CSSB.

Who are you supporting, Sapper?

3rd Brigade, 10th Mountain Division.

Spartans. All right.

All right, see what you got.

Ready, up!

Ready, up!

What happened to him?

213th was helping a stranded convoy.

Taliban showed up, smoked the whole unit.

Holy shit.

Nothing. I already got a silver star.

What?

No shit. NASA has detected a massive interstellar object believed to

from outside our solar system, projected to pass by Earth... Let me guess, you

probably think NASA's making that shit up too. Although it will transit close

Earth's orbit, officials say there is no cause for alarm.

146! 148!

149! Step four.

Pack your bags. You are not selected.

You're telling me that guy won a silver fucking thought. That's what I heard.

They say the only survivor carried his brother 10 miles back to base.

Wait, his actual brother?

That's what they said.

Hey, 81.

Is it true what happened to Candle Hall?

15.

Mind your business, man. I just want to know if he's a hero or not.

Who the fuck is talking in the deep back? Don't tell me that was you, 15.

You looking to recycle again?

It was me, Sergeant.

Bullshit! Extra hill climb!

Everyone, thank 15!

44, why are you here?

To fight with the best!

60, why are you here?

Serving an elite unit!

81, why are you here?

You crossed that finish line.

This is not just a physical test.

This is a mental and emotional test.

If you cannot control what's inside, you will not control what's outside.

DFQ don't fucking quit, right?

How'd you know that?

Yes

All right, people. We are back. Let's go. Let's go. Come on, candidates.

This ain't recess.

Come on, 15.

We're out. Go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Sir, this is week six.

You'll be out sailing on a bigger eight device.

This ship will save your life.

65, 48, and 143, step forward.

Pack your bags. You are non -select.

Sapper, you are officially one crazy motherfucker.

He's a liability.

I want to see him in my office.

The asteroid discovered last month... continues to confound scientists as it

shows signs of structural fragmentation its uniform sections some experts

believe it may not be a single object at all

come

on in

Unfortunately, First Sergeant Torres and I are going to recommend that you

retire from the course effective immediately.

You're done.

I'm done? Sit down. On what ground? Sit down, soldier!

Sergeant Major, I haven't failed an event yet. Your physical strength is not

question. What concerns us is what's going on inside your head.

Cadre says you're not sleeping.

And peer review indicates that you're not bonding with the other candidates.

I've known since day one that you've ducked every single opportunity to be a

team leader.

These aren't the hallmarks of a stable candidate.

No, they're not.

Usually, when a soldier goes through a world of shit like you have, they take a

little time off, recuperate, maybe attend at least one of those VA

-recommended group therapy sessions.

But you didn't do that.

What your record says is that the very morning of your discharge, you applied

for wrath.

And in fact, since then, repeatedly applying for wrath seems to be the only

thing you've done.

And why is that?

I just want to get across that finish line, Sergeant Major.

That finish line.

Starting line.

Son, I'm going to be honest with you.

You're one of the most promising candidates we've ever seen.

And Sergeant Torres and I think you have a lot of potential.

Truth is, we could kick you out right here, right now.

But there'd be no coming back.

So instead...

What I have here is a voluntary quit slip.

Now, I want you to do yourself a favor and sign it.

You're an engineer, so you know even the most powerful machines have their

limits.

And I think you've reached yours.

You don't mind?

I'd like to go prep a parade now.

You get the fuck out of my office.

How do you want to play this?

38, 44, 57, 60, 81,

96, 109, 111. Step forward.

I'm sorry to say to those of you who did not step forward, pack your bags. You

are non -selects.

To those who stepped forward, congratulations.

You've made it through the final round. You have 30 minutes to gear up and get

ready for one final test to see if you have what it takes to be a ranger.

You are dismissed.

All

right,

listen up. Here's the situation.

Got a classified aircraft shot down behind enemy lines.

Rangers are tasked with recon and rescue.

Two Blackhawks are going to carry you down to your drop zone deep into enemy

territory. You'll then maneuver toward the downed aircraft's position.

You need to destroy the aircraft so it doesn't fall into enemy hands.

We'll provide you extra C4.

Next, locate the Rebel Village outpost where the pilot of the downed aircraft

being held as a POW.

You can expect perimeter surveillance.

and 360 security.

Your rifle's a blank -firing adapter, so you can't shoot. But be warned, you may

be ambushed by cadre at any time.

Your squad will be equipped with a single VHF to provide round -the -clock

-reps. Apart from that, you're on your own.

Team Leader 7, you're now 2IC.

And your new team leader will be 81.

Ready. It's your finish line.

You will bring the pilot back to base camp and cross that finish line by 1900.

If at any point during this exercise you are successfully ambushed, the

mission's over and you have failed.

And if you cross that line, I will personally award you the U .S. Army

Ranger Regiment Scroll.

Welcome to Death March.

You still think this is a good idea?

He wants to be a Ranger.

He's gonna have to leave.

Ghost 1, Ghost 2, you are cleared hot for departure.

Ghost 1, lifting.

Copy. Ghost 2, lifting.

Staying tight on your six.

Passing Agent 2.

Leveling at 1 -5 -0 -8 -0.

Matching out.

Hey, how much of this did we watch in the last eight weeks?

Everything except whatever that is.

Ghost 1 -0, you're covered.

Go, go, go!

Aps, down.

Last six, Logan.

Ghost 2 to DOC Command, from Flint.

Death March is in effect.

I repeat, Death March is in effect.

I -57, where we at?

Tires that direction, 20 clicks, west.

Okay.

We got exactly 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 30 seconds to get across that finish

line.

Any questions?

Dude, that was awesome.

For real.

I mean, that was like some Braveheart shit right there. That was... That was

inspiring stuff.

I don't know if I have a word.

Remember, we're all here for one reason.

We never give up.

I'm proud as hell to know each and every one of y 'all.

Even you, 15.

So let's have each other's backs out there.

Let's cross that finish line and let's get these crows together, all right?

Rangers lead the way?

All the way.

All right.

That's all you.

Hold down 9. This is Victor 6. We've passed phase line red. Over.

Roger, Victor 6.

Phase line red acquired.

We made some good ground. I think the team can use the rest.

Look, if Cadre surprises us, they're going to do it down by the river.

All right, we get some shut -eye now.

We'll be primed for an ambush.

20 minutes.

All right, listen up, y 'all.

20 -minute break, no more.

Gotta be on that target by first light.

Who's the lookout?

Me.

Hey, 81.

I mean to talk to you, man.

Is it about the mission?

No, it's... It's more personal. I don't want to hear it.

Seriously, what the fuck was that?

Artillery fire, baby.

Cadre probably clocked us sleeping.

So they're out there watching us, huh?

Grab your shit.

We're moving out.

You nice, son?

Mystery.

Cadre really went all in with the special effects.

Sure looks classified.

I think they're going to try to smoke us upriver.

Yeah.

No doubt.

111.

Call in or sit rep.

Hotel 9, this is Victor 6. We're near target over.

Listen up. Here's the game plan. Hotel 9, this is Victor 6. We're near target

over. Demo team will blow up charges from minimum safe distance here.

The explosion will draw Cadre, so we have to be ready for a counter -ambush.

four on overwatch?

You three downstream, and the rest of us take upstream.

Hey, hold up.

What's going on, 57?

According to briefing coordinates, that target's position's off by a few hundred

meters. Might be my compass.

It's been acting up, but... Columns are down.

I can't get a signal.

All I got was weird interference.

Make me catch Raycutt Columns.

One last friendly fuck you.

So what should we do?

Keep your eyes open.

We could be ambushed by cadre any minute.

Company.

Where the fuck is he going now?

Possible card break.

81's gonna recon.

The hell?

Didn't even leave it dead.

Thank you.

What the fuck is that?

You just sucked it out.

Can you do that for me?

I need your help.

Oh, my God.

Help.

Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

I'm going to lift you up on three.

Okay? One, two.

Keep the pressure on.

Fuck, it looks bad, man. It looks really fucking bad. Hey, breathe.

No.

We're exposed.

We're fucked. All right, you got it. I need to move you.

Fuck. What the fuck just happened? Tornado hit his leg.

15. The bleeding won't stop.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

He's fucking shooting everybody.

I'm done. Where's 60?

They got blown in the river.

13 just got freaking smoked.

What about the demo crew?

They're gone, man. They're fucking gone. All right, I got this. I got this. Get

your guard down. Hey, don't you doze off on me.

Wait!

We're 72!

He was next to me on the wrist.

And what about 111? He has the radio.

Hey, we need cops.

We need cops.

We need that radio.

I'll go.

Hold on. Hold on, 57. Come back to the lab, brother.

Hey, hey, keep your eyes on me. 57, look at me. Stay with us, brother.

Look at me.

That's it. 57.

We need to move.

She said we're dead, man. And so are we if we don't move.

5 -72.

Dead, too.

Hey, what about 111 and the radio?

Oh, God.

That thing's hunting us.

What the fuck is?

I don't know, but it's moving.

What do you mean it's moving?

Following our trail.

Get your weapons. Grab your ropes.

We need to get off this cliff.

Hey, listen to your team leader.

Let's go.

Give me a rope.

I got this. Clip on.

I think ditch that.

81 all those steps you find on the way down

It's

about it We're

gonna make it right good we could baby

Keep going!

Incoming!

Slow down. He needs a rest.

Eighty -one, we need to stop.

Eighty -one, we need to stop!

I put him down.

Stop following us, right?

Get eyes on R6.

I need to set his legs.

We'll be safe.

What the actual fuck is going on?

He's got to be sunk.

R &D kind of weapon, sis.

I think we've been set off. And we're the fucking guinea pigs. That is insane,

Tom. It could be the Russians or the Chinese. The Russians don't have the

for that kind of tech. The Chinese just copy us.

Who's got morphine?

Yeah. Skidco.

Copy. Get it out.

15, find me a splinter.

The morphine. The files are all broken. That must have happened in the fall.

Goddamn!

Just do it.

Come on.

Do it.

Look.

Three,

two...

What's happened to him?

Is he dead?

Left out from the pain.

Scared.

Seriously, what in God's name was that thing? I'm telling you, brother, this is

some dark shit for real. Enough with that conspiracy shit.

The DOD would never do that to us. Then why would they send us to the exact

location of a giant fucking robot with nothing but a bunch of fucking dummy

rockets? It wasn't our location.

57 was right.

Our cords were off.

Whatever that thing is.

It's got some kind of magnetic field. It's going with our compasses in close

proximity. And my compass was flipping out back there, too.

Where was our target, then? I saw it.

An old jet.

We need to move.

Where?

Village.

Eight clicks west.

Ditch everything besides medical and mobility.

You shitting me? You want to cross that terrain?

I hate to break it to you, man, but look around.

No more death marches, no more rafts, no finish line.

Yeah, no shit.

No comms, no players, no firearms.

Padres are our closest help.

We carry seven -inch shifts.

Unless you want to sit here and wait for him to bleed out.

Let me carry him.

It's too dangerous to cross here.

What if we cross further down?

Hell no.

Those rapids get worse down there.

Our best shot of cross is right here.

Hey, hold up. How are we going to do that?

Grab your rope.

We rig a zip.

Four people, four ropes.

Tie two together for the main line and pull seven over. Shit.

I don't have my rope.

96 was using it.

Someone's going to have to go tandem with seven.

I'll do it. But how are we going to get to Lana Corp?

You're not.

I am.

44, grab the ropes and follow me.

109, keep an eye on this.

I'm going to jump upstream.

Current's going to push me fast, so keep flattening the line. It goes tight, I

get sucked under.

Got it?

Careful, man. That shit's going to be cold.

I'm gonna get you a grind, brother.

I'm ready.

81's line is secure.

Ready, set, go!

Easy, easy, brother. You got this, 15.

That's my other thing.

Oh, God.

I got you! I got you!

How the hell did you get here? We thought you were dead.

When that thing first attacked I got blown into the rapid.

By the time I came up for air, I got swept so far downstream I didn't know

I was.

I thought everyone was dead.

I started trekking west. That's when I saw you all come down the falls.

Bought any son of Padre?

No, but I did see the ops man towards his office. All they had scheduled for

was fireworks and booby traps.

You all right, little buddy?

Where are we all headed?

To the village.

How far are we now?

River's pushed us east.

I had us about six clicks that way.

Just beyond that ridge.

Seems about right.

Let's get climbing.

Think you can walk?

Well, keep moving or you're gonna die here.

Help me with seven.

What is it?

You got a trip?

It must be close.

It's connected to a flare.

It's part of Cadre's perimeter surveillance.

This will be the first of three layers.

You sure this is the village?

This was it.

What the hell

happened here?

The machine.

But it's been behind us the whole time.

Look, the radio relay tower.

No wonder long -range comms were out.

Catch her!

Don't tell me they fucking left us! No.

They didn't leave us.

How high have we climbed?

About 6 ,500 feet.

About eight clicks west.

About that.

So it was on roughly a 20 degree angle then hit this ridge before embedding

in the riverbank where we demoed it.

So it came through.

There.

Wait, hold on, hold on.

You're telling me that this thing, it smashed through a fucking mount and then

just got up and walked around?

Yo, we saw something on the TV about an asteroid back in defect.

I bet that's what that shit was.

Wait, you mean it's from another planet?

Well, it sure as shit ain't from this one.

Y 'all hear that?

Sergeant. Sergeant.

Sergeant!

Sergeant!

Get that A3 on the ground.

Everybody move.

I think we might need a minute.

We don't have a minute.

Yeah, we need a fucking minute, okay?

Because I don't know if you noticed this, but Cadre are dead, and half the

fucking team are gone.

So we need a minute.

Because unlike you, we're actually humans, so we have to process shit.

It's called emotion.

And I know that you can go on forever, and that you don't need sleep, and you

don't need us, but not everyone is a Silver Star fucking war hero!

The fuck did you call me?

A hero.

Everybody knows that he won Carrotty's brother back to base. I am not a hero! I

never made it back to base!

I woke up in a hospital, and he was already in a box in the back of a plane.

They told me I passed out 100 yards from the perimeter.

He was still alive, you understand?

He died.

Because I couldn't get him across the line.

And they gave me a medal for the worst day of my life.

I know you're all hurting.

I get it.

But it's not about us anymore.

It's about firing up that Guardian, getting Seven back to base, and warning

everybody that thing's coming.

How can I help?

Axle jam.

We're going to need to winch it.

Get our engine started.

Come on, you ain't got enough of this shit.

It won't start.

It's been on an angle, so the fuel line's dry.

We need to re -prime the line.

How'd you know that?

91 Bravo.

We only can it.

Run out!

Nice work, Superman.

Making the rest of us look bad.

Holy shit.

They won't make a joke.

They do both.

It's on Cadre's secret stash.

You still with us?

I didn't know I had a torch.

Let's get you home.

to the tripwire!

Set the perimeter!

Get that winch in!

Sixteen! Move!

Get on that fifty -count tanker!

Yeah, I'm on it.

No, no, no, no, no.

You think I saw something back there? Don't apply.

Lateef!

Where the hell did you go?

Try to be a goddamn hero.

Lateef, get your ass over here!

I need

more

speed!

Hold on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Armour plating on this bitch!

Put that out!

Our armour can't take anymore!

Think we're losing it?

Looks like it's falling back!

You got eyes?

I can't see it.

I think we outran it.

Faster, faster, come on!

Don't fucking quit.

Where's the rest of it?

Are you with me?

Who you were.

The moment I saw you in that bus.

I went through aerosol with a loud mouth private.

Got this dumb tattoo on his arm.

DFQ.

You know my brother?

If you wouldn't shut up, I'd become an arranger with you.

I was on for a moment. I heard you bad.

Why didn't you tell me?

I tried.

I just thought, uh...

If I could get across that finish line for him, maybe he could help me sleep.

You think you failed your brother?

I failed everybody.

But you never gave up.

That's not failure.

It's a reach.

That thing doesn't quit either.

The fuck are we supposed to stop this thing?

What would your brother do?

Probably fill it with stop leak.

It's venting.

What does that mean?

I got an idea.

Will you wait here for me?

Yeah. I can wait.

Go on.

They're low dynamics, motherfucker.

Stop it, bitch!

You gotta be kidding me.

All the way.

All the way, brother.

And did it?

Are you all that's left?

I'm sorry we couldn't reach you sooner.

We only just secured this space. We lost half the battalion.

How many are there?

They're everywhere.

We've neutralized the first wave.

that we're preparing for a global invasion.

36 hours ago, what NASA believed to be an asteroid split into countless pods

that impacted sites across the globe. These pods transformed into deadly

machines, attacking cities, civilians, and defense networks alike.

But just as the world's militaries managed to contain the threat,

imaging confirms our worst fear.

Tens of thousands more.

are on their way. A coordinated global response is now being launched with

allied forces mobilizing across air, land, and sea.

We don't know what they want.

We don't know why they're here.

But every nation on Earth is now preparing for war. We're ready to see

A global military alliance is about to launch our first counter -offensive.

Only problem is we've thrown everything we have at these things. These machines

don't die easy.

What we need to know is, how the hell did you take one down without any

Like you said, Sergeant Major, every machine has its limits.

The primary venting port here, like a radiator in a Humvee, you jam it hard

enough, the whole system chokes.

Get sitcom on the line.

Torres, you heard the man.

Let's saddle up. Come on.

Your intel is going to save a lot of lives.

You were right, Sergeant Major.

I wasn't ready.

You are now.

Welcome to the regiment.

Your brother, B -Prot.

You know, they're all talking about what you did out there.

We got it in you, son.

I'm sure they'd appreciate a few words.

Rangers have been tasked as the spearhead of Operation Global Shield,

full -scale military mobilization across air, land, and sea.

Your Blackhawks, escorted by F -35 fighters, will drop you on the city

outskirts.

Your mission is to clear civilians.

Make way for heavy ordnance.

United States military has never faced an enemy like this.

But we're going to rise to the occasion.

I know how some of you are feeling.

Bert?

Tired. Maybe even scared.

But we are Rangers.

We fight for each other.

And we fight for those who never made it home.

We don't back down.

We don't break.

And we sure as hell don't fucking quit.

Rangers lead the way!

Thank you.

Blackhawk squadrons who are green across the board, 10 -35's have your escrow.

Operation Global Shield is live.

Godspeed, Rangers.

Jock leader, Fox 1, accept packs on board.

McQueen, leave him and go!