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Where we at?

He's dropping in five.

What's up, little sister?

Where's this moppet at?

- I hope he enjoys himself. - All right, here we go.

Shit.

Your middle name should have been "abortion."

He at the shoot house yet?

He's pretty close. We made it impossible though.

- Eight rounds, nine targets. - That's not very nice, Henry.

Yeah, yeah, he shot Michael.

It's way too soon. Way fucking too soon.

All right, here we go, last room.

- Why don't you ever do that? - Fuck you.

Bring him in.

"G"!

Enjoy your run back to base.

Top man!

Oh, thank you.

- Preston. - Jonathan... Gates.

Seriously, who throws a fucking pistol, mate?

Just seemed like the thing to do at the time.

- Banger? - Absolutely.

Good, how you doing? Good to see you, Gates.

- You too, Henry. - We've gotta get the rest

of your paperwork ironed out. Locke's inside.

Roger that.

- Hang tight on that. I'll be back. - No worries.

Oi! Food's ready.

Well, this is home.

- I like it. - This is "V."

Hi, how you doing?

- He's shy. - Gates!

You, my friend, are a complete fucking psycho.

He's certainly got...

Don't you have some goddamn paperwork to do?

- You got some child support to pay? - Fuck you.

- Welcome to the BlackJacks. - Thank you, sir.

Follow me.

I have thrown a pistol before,

but never in a shoot house.

Yeah, me neither.

I almost didn't do it.

It held up pretty well.

Springfield.

- I'm a Kimber man myself. - I like Kimber.

Springfield just feels right.

So, Gates,

what was your monthly take-home in the army?

- 4170 with BAH. - Mmm.

Our minimum contracts

are six figures apiece.

The thing is I've seen a lot of guys

lose their shit when they start making that kind of money.

Trust me, you're gonna need help figuring out what to do with it.

I know a few bean counters. They'll get you squared away

and make sure you don't blow it up your nose.

Appreciate it.

- You got some talent. - Thank you.

Talent just tells me that you can.

What concerns me is if you will.

I got one rule, Gates.

Never question me.

Welcome aboard.

Miss!

We already checked that whole south sector.

Jesus! Smith, over here!

Don't worry, sir. We'll get you out of here.

Hi.

You get any sleep last night?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Alison.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not. It's just that...

there has to be something else we can do.

- Like what? - We could do nothing.

I did this. I cannot let anyone else

be responsible for its outcome.

It's too valuable.

Is it worth it?

- I miss your mom. - Me too,

- and I want to go home. - We are going home.

Hey.

Of course I'm a cutthroat.

You don't get to where I'm at by being a pussy.

I'm unapologetically ruthless,

or ruthlessly unapologetic,

but there's no mystery there. You don't need that for the article.

Why don't you get to the point

and ask me what you came here to ask me?

What did I come here to ask you?

You want to know where Dr. Whitmore is.

Okay. One of the finest energy researchers in the country

has been missing for... nine months.

Where is your former partner?

I don't know.

We think he was kidnapped.

What I do know

is we have a $3.5 million effort,

and the finest people in the world

are looking for him.

Why don't we take a few pictures...

in the bedroom?

Sir?

- There's a situation. - Mm-hmm.

Give me 19 minutes.

We don't have 19 minutes.

Mmm, this interview...

is over.

No.

Tell me... everything.

We lost all communication with the facility

approximately 26 minutes ago.

We were alerted when the reactor

started producing dangerous levels of energy.

Just as we got online, the entire facility went dark.

When can we be back online?

We can't, not from here.

Someone has to re-establish communication from the inside.

Fuck!

Whitmore has something to do with this.

We should terminate the project.

- I can fix this. - Sir, if this gets out...

I'm not gonna blow up a billion-dollar facility

just because the phones are down.

I want the best combat extraction team available

to go in and get me Whitmore. I don't care what it costs.

- Hey. - Hey.

Get to the airstrip.

Now?

Yeah.

- What's taking so long? - Just waiting for a signal.

Should be about five minutes, sir.

You guys got me?

We got you, Henry.

We don't have time for formalities.

Apparently your team is the best, so I've hired you.

To the point: two days ago

I lost contact with an off-the-books facility

I have in Khazakstan.

Now if you watch the news, you would know my partner Dr. Mark Whitmore

has been missing for some time.

He's not. He's here working for me at this very location.

The following is the last footage we have of him

before the drop in communication.

There was seismic activity at the time of the recording.

It might be the reason for the drop.

I don't care. I just need to know he's alive.

I've lost contact with above-ground security

that guards the entrance. Link up with them

if they're still onsite.

I understand your team has worked

with psychic operators before.

Lisa Westbrook is the best in the business.

If Whitmore is down there, she will find him.

Don't fuck this up.

Please.

All right, guys.

I'll be in your ears till you reach the base,

then we're going to be black until you fire up the link underground.

Roger that, Henry.

Miss Westbrook?

Lisa, please. It's fairly straightforward.

I just need to get close enough to get a lock on the doctor.

And once I have positive ID, you will get him and get out.

Exactly how are you going to "lock in" on their location?

So I round the corner, right? And this fucking guy is shirtless

and he's holding back four of these huge Brazilian dudes,

guns drawn, and he's got a knife to the throat of the bouncer

and I'm like, "Jesus. What the fuck have I stumbled into?"

- They were Puerto Rican. - What?

Hey, I got this round.

- Yeah? - Yeah, it's on me.

- Thanks, Gatesy. - Fuckin-A, new guy.

Right on. Make it a double!

- Can I get you something? - No thanks.

I got one.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

How long have you been psychic?

Or whatever the gift is that you have.

Why?

Sorry. Didn't mean to pry.

No, no, it's...

it's fine.

My mom has some sort of gift.

She gets these feelings about things.

- Empathic. - Yeah, maybe.

But it was kinda rough growing up like that.

I can't even imagine what it was like for you.

You know, you don't strike me as the operator type.

Yo, V, what is up?

Nice! Where are we going, huh?

You want to get out of here?

Yeah, the Air Force is full of Alternative Units.

- Do they recruit or what? - Uh-huh.

My first unit was a remote viewing squadron.

And what was your job?

I worked with a lot of para-rescue guys.

You know, finding downed pilots and such.

- Oh. - And then the last few years

I worked strictly with a snatch-and-grab team.

Like kicking in doors?

Yeah.

Well, I was there more to find the target, obviously.

So why'd you get out?

I, um...

I did some things that I wasn't proud of.

So tell me how it works.

- What? - Finding people.

Okay, so your body gives off a vibration

that I can feel. And everyone's is slightly different.

And you can feel this anywhere in the world?

Oh, no, no, no. I mean, I can only do it

- within a mile or so. - Oh.

Here, watch.

Oh, shit!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out.

No, that's... that's incredible.

Can you do that again?

Yeah. Yeah, I can't do it for very long though.

- Jesus. - Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

What was that?

That's never happened before.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, you know, I'd better...

- go to bed. - Yeah.

Sorry about your finger.

There you go, swag monkey. Good boy.

I can't believe you're actually jumping with us.

I hope you don't burn in.

I only weigh 100 lbs. I'd just bounce off the ground.

All right, BlackJacks!

Don't be pussies.

That's cute. Are you gonna walk 10 paces behind us?

Are you gonna button your fly?

Underwear, mate.

Knock it off. Let's go.

It chafes too much.

- "Men in Black." - Will Smith.

"Independence Day."

Brent Spiner.

Who the fuck is Brent Spiner?

He was the scientist dude.

Challenge.

Brent Spiner was Data on "Star Trek: The Next Generation."

You are such a fucking nerd.

So what do you do for fun?

- Just making small talk. - Shh shh shh.

- What's up? - Hold on a second.

- What's up? - I'm picking up

a group of people about a mile away.

- Can you tell who they are? - No.

They're all males. There's about 15 of them.

Henry, any chance we can get eyes on location?

Lisa's picking up targets nearby.

Negative, Locke. Your sat's still down.

You know what? Let me see what I can piggyback on.

Locke, wait one... there's a Russian satellite.

I'll give it a shot.

Locke, I got eyes on, but the image is completely scrambled.

Roger.

- What does that mean? - I don't know.

Hey, V.

I need you right there.

Ed, Preston.

You guys post up right here.

- Lisa? - Yeah?

You're with V.

She can tell us where everybody is.

Stay at least 40 meters behind me.

And don't give away my position.

Okay.

Gates. You're with me.

What do you think, V?

- Looks like a merc group. - They're Chechen.

I've seen their kind before.

Yusufiyah '05.

They're nasty.

I've had some experience with these clowns as well.

Hey, they have an American down there.

- Henry. - Go ahead.

We have eyes on location.

There's a group of hostiles on the ground.

Hey, I've got casualties in the west corner.

Looks like they've killed the security detail.

There's one left alive.

Locke.

I'm gonna drop this motherfucker.

He's about to take this guy down.

Hold your fire, V.

I say again, I have the shot.

Negative. Don't compromise your position.

We can't maneuver from here.

Locke, they're gonna kill this guy.

- We're running out of time. - Stand down.

You take that shot, we'll have 20 Aks

lighting this hill up.

Henry, you tell Cromwell

we're taking these fuckers out.

That's a go, Locke.

- All right. - Fuck!

God damn it, God damn it.

God damn it.

Fuck!

All right, we're gonna secure this compound.

V, you wait for us to get into position,

then on my signal start putting fuckers to sleep.

About fucking time.

Gates and I will lead.

Ed, Preston, you two follow and flank.

Let's get as close as we can before we go loud.

Lisa, tell me how many targets are down there.

16 total targets.

Most are in the main building.

All right, gentlemen, nothing fancy.

Straightforward violence of action.

Let's go.

Go hot

in three...

two...

One.

Motherfucker!

Fuck, Ed.

V, a little help!

I don't got a shot on the guys inside.

V, there's three coming around the back of the building.

- There's nothing there. - Just wait, they're coming around.

Lisa, don't let that fucker flank us!

- Gates? - Clear!

All clear, Eddie.

V, we're coming out.

Get away from me.

BlackJack!

Don't say a fucking word.

Never shoot through a fucking door, fuck!

- All right, all right. - Motherfucker!

Getting a bit old for this, Locke, eh?

- Fuck you! - He's hit.

Just cover it.

Lisa, are we clear down here?

No one around but you guys.

All right, V, bring it in.

These assholes stink.

Look what I found.

Oh, shit.

- Henry. - Go ahead.

The Chechens were here for Whitmore.

We found his pictures on one of them.

- What? Did they find the entrance? - No.

It was covered when we got here.

Fuck!

Okay, tell me when you have him.

Yeah.

Let's go. Get it off.

Shit.

On me.

Hey, hold up.

Can I take a look at that map for a second?

Gates, map.

All right, so I'm picking up

what looks like

the reactor right there.

It's giving off a lot of interference.

And I'm picking up what

I think is Dr. Whitmore right here.

He's in the lab area.

Good.

I'm not picking up anyone else down here.

It doesn't matter. Our mission's the doctor.

- We get him, we get out. - Roger that.

On me.

It's blood.

Somebody was pissed off.

You don't have to worry about it. There's no one else down here.

I think we've got it, Westbrook.

Clear left!

Clear right!

- Center clear. - Room clear.

What the fuck?

Are you sure you're not picking up anybody?

No one.

Tell me when he gets close.

100 meters.

On Eddie, let's go! Move out.

Which way, Gates?

Okay, left takes us to the comm room.

And if we head right

that should take us down to the lower research lab.

Eddie.

Take Preston, go left, set up comms.

We'll grab the target and meet you there.

Be fast. I don't want to be here all day.

Are you sure you want to separate?

Yeah, I'm sure.

- Westbrook! - Yeah?

You're positive he's down this way?

Gates.

V.

- Clear. - Fuck off.

Is it gonna work?

I sure as shit hope so.

Bingo.

- Clear left. - Clear right. Room clear on me.

- He should be right about here. - Go, go.

Whitmore!

Dr. Whitmore.

Open the door!

- No. - Open the door.

Cromwell sent us. Open the door.

Open the fucking door.

No.

I got you, Ed. You got picture?

Ed, do you have video? Do you have audio?

- Ed! - I heard you the first time, fuckstick.

Hey, I'm not paying you to fuck around!

Show some respect. Where's Whitmore?

The rest of our team are acquiring him.

They'll be here shortly.

All right, what's the status of my facility?

Unknown. From what the psychic tells us

there's no one here except the doctor.

- There's nobody down there?! - No.

Son of a bitch.

The doctor should be here shortly, sir.

Find him.

Find him!

Hey, Whitmore, open the door!

Dr. Whitmore? Dr. Whitmore, look at me.

Look at me. I need you to open the door for us.

Can you do that for me?

We're here to protect you. Can you open the door?

Open the fucking door.

You gotta... you gotta close the door.

You gotta... I'm sorry... ow!

Ow! Close the door!

Close the door! Close the door!

You have to lock that door! You have to lock the door!

Close the door!

- Close it, please please please. - Do it.

You comfy?

I'll get it, I'll get it.

What happened down here, doc?

Where's your staff?

Hey!

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

What are they doing?

Preston, can I get an ETA on the doctor?

Yeah, hold on a sec.

Ed, what the fuck?!

Contact, contact!

Lisa, help Whitmore. Preston, we're on our way!

- No, I'm not going out there! - Let's move, move move move!

I'm not going out back there.

Ed!

Preston!

Motherfucker!

Preston, Preston, wake up.

Preston, hey!

Come on, Preston!

Fuck! Come on, man, come...

Move move move move!

- Breathe breathe. - Ed, Ed, Ed!

- Oh, shit. - Gotta breathe, gotta breathe, come on.

Breathe breathe breathe.

Come on, let's get up.

You can stand. Ready?

Let's go. Get him the fuck in there!

Ed? Fuck!

Locke, they got Ed!

Who got Ed? What the fuck happened, Whitmore?

Ed, Ed!

Ed!

Ed! Ed!

Fuck. Come on, Gates.

Fuck. Come on.

Whitmore.

- Whitmore! - Talk, fucker.

There was an accident.

Locke, where's Ed?

- Shut the fuck up. - You shut the fuck up!

Henry, calm down.

I need you to get us out of here. Don't lose your head.

- Whitmore! - There's some kind of creature

running loose down here. It killed everybody.

What the fuck are you talking about?

- Henry. - What, the entire staff is dead?

Everybody.

Cromwell you get that door open!

Cromwell, open that fucking door!

All right.

V?

V.

Henry!

You motherfucker!

Fucker!

...fucking kill you.

Goddamn motherfucker!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Motherfucker! Goddamn motherfucker!

Fucker!

V.

We'll fix it.

Let's finish this mission.

Gear up.

We need an exit. Ideas?

- Blow the door? - We don't have enough C4.

Plus it's a fucking shaft.

Tell us how to get out of here.

- Take me with you. - He'll slow us down.

- You want to go or not? - Hey!

Fucking cooperate with us, all right?

Just cooperate with us and we will get you

out of here, you understand that?

There's a tunnel at the far side of the complex

leading into the valley.

Show me.

- That's a tunnel? - Yeah.

All right, I can get us there.

- Alive, I hope. - That depends on you.

What are we up against out there?

It came through the reactor.

I developed a machine that could capture ribbons of energy

in a parallel dimension.

Cromwell was funding it.

But three months ago he started to threaten me and my daughter,

and I knew that if I delivered him the complete works,

I would be dead. So I overcharged the reactor

causing a distraction, during which I was supposed to meet

a rescue team that would take me over the Russian border.

Your rescue party was a group of Chechen terrorists.

No! No, no, they were just supposed to escort me.

I had to get somewhere where Cromwell couldn't get to me.

Focus.

Describe it.

Is it biological?

Is it mechanical? What is it?

I only saw it for a moment.

To come through the portal, I think it has to be biological.

- Why didn't you pick that up, huh? - I don't know.

- That's your job! That is your job! - I don't know, okay?

It's not giving off anything I can pick up!

I'm sorry.

Whatever that thing is, let's headed for the tunnel.

Staggered formation, keep your heads on a swivel,

360 at all times, watch your overheads

and put rounds in anything that moves.

Let's go, come on.

- Preston! - I'm all right.

Let's move! Move move move!

Come on! Go, go, go!

- Gates! - Clear!

- Gates? - Clear.

Clear right.

- Preston? - Clear!

All clear.

Watch up top!

What the fuck was that thing?

Are you okay?

Aw, no. No, no, no, no, no.

- What's going on, doc? - He's overloading the reactor.

It's... it's gonna fracture. This whole place is gonna implode.

- Shut it down. - I can't shut it down!

All right, how much time do we have?

Nights on!

There's no point. He cut the power.

- So what? - So...

you don't understand. We cannot open the door

- without power. - There's always a backup generator.

You just gotta find it.

Yes yes yes, right there, right there.

- That is a generator, I know it. - It's far.

- No, we can make it. - We gotta move.

No, listen listen.

I'll get the power on.

- I'll meet you at this door right here. - No, no, no.

- We stay together. - Do it.

You got a problem?

Are you sure you want to split us up again?

'Cause we're a lot more effective together.

We lost Ed, you saw what happened to Preston...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fuck, think outside of the fucking box!

God damn it!

Listen to me very carefully.

Right or wrong,

I make the decisions for this team.

You follow orders

or you're free to go on your way.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Okay.

Do it.

Let's go.

I'm picking up something coming in fast.

- Where? - It's right in front of us.

It's closing.

Put rounds on this thing till it's down!

It's closing.

It's closing!

Wait wait, it's a female!

Hold your fire! Cover.

Covering.

Stay down!

Who are you?

Alison? Alison!

- Who is she, Whitmore? - It's okay.

- She's my daughter. - It's all our fault.

No, we did what we had to do.

Check her out, Preston.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

10 seconds, Preston.

Stick with me, yeah?

Let's move. Move move!

Watch your overhead!

Shh, shh, shh, shh. We'll get out of this, okay?

Holding!

Holding!

- My dad is out there! - Clear left!

- Clear right. - Cover!

- Covering. - Put your head down,

put your head down. Okay, get me some light over here.

- Yeah, yeah. - Some light.

Okay, baby, okay okay okay.

I... I can't pick up V anymore.

What?

V?

V?

V! V! V!

V!

- V! - Is he alive?

I... I don't know.

You don't fucking know?

I don't know! I can barely pick up you guys.

This is fucking bullshit.

Get your shit together, Preston.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

- You do your job! - No, no, no, hold it.

I dumped a whole magazine into that fucker!

So did I. I'm gonna keep on doing that!

- There's no rolling fucking dice! - What options do we have?

Hey hey, shut the fuck up!

Listen to me! We can't beat it.

We can avoid it though.

Now get the fuck down here and hold this and I'll show you how.

- You got it? - Yeah, I think.

This tunnel, right here,

that can't be more than a few feet wide.

I don't think that thing can fit through it.

But if he does, we can focus all firepower into one direction.

All right?

Now it's gonna drop us just shy of the door.

- You see that? - Good idea.

Preston, can she move?

She has to. Yeah.

- All right. - Gatesy, help me out with her.

Three, two, one.

Come on, come on, come on.

- All right, clear. - Clear!

Go, go, go, go!

Lead on.

Stay with me.

Okay.

Hey!

- I can't. - Come on, stay with me.

I can't.

Sweetie, are you all right?

- Preston? - Just wait!

I wanna see my dad.

Where is my dad?

It's all right. You're gonna see him soon.

Hey, I'm here.

- Good boy. - V, you're a beauty.

Good to hear your voice, V. What's your status?

I'm good. Found a way around.

I'll be there soon.

Hustle. We're close.

Fuck, the reactor!

Get the fuck out of here! Come on, move!

Watch your top. Watch it.

- Preston, with me. - Open left, over left.

On me, watch out.

Come on, come on!

- Clear left! - It's not working!

- It's not working! - Check for a manual override.

Here we go, here we go.

I think I've got it.

This is it.

Yes! Yeah, that's it!

That's it!

Heep going, Preston.

Move!

Get this fucking thing open.

I got you.

V! Nice fucking shot.

Oh, fuck.

Come on, we gotta get the fuck out of here, come on.

How many rounds you got?

Gates, how many rounds?!

Nothing, I'm out. I only got one clip of .45s.

Shit.

Preston, let's go.

Preston!

Preston's dead. We've gotta go.

Preston!

He's gone!

Preston, Preston!

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

You go first. Go, go, go!

Hurry, get the fuck out of here. Fuck!

Come on, Locke. Come on.

Locke! Gates,

get some slugs over here.

What the fuck? Shoot, man, shoot.

Fuck.

What the fuck? Come on!

I'm out.

Shit!

Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here!

What the fuck are you doing?

- No, no. - Get the fuck outta here.

- Gates, fucking go. - No, no, no.

Fucking go, fucking go!

- Get the fuck... - Fuck!

This changes nothing, you know.

And that wasn't my only base of operations.

Talent just tells me that you can.

What concerns me is if you will.