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(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BIRD CAWING)

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HORSE: Nabahe, have you found their tracks?

There's one woman, one coyote headin' up the south side.

(TENSE MUSIC)

HORSE: Still no sign of them.

Cheyenne, they could be headed your direction.

CHEYENNE: No sign of them here.

(MAN WHISTLES)

Got 'em.

Eighty degrees past the gulch.

SANCHEZ: Got them.

HORSE: Yeah, they're runnin'.

Coyote's got the pack with drugs.

A woman's behind him.

RAY: Human trafficking scum!

(NABAHE EXHALES)

Movin' your direction.

Ray and I are on the move to intercept!

JUNIOR: Parked and ready.

HORSE: Ray, this way!

Nabahe?

Nabahe, come in.

Nabahe, where are you headed?

Looks like they're headed for the ravine.

Cut 'em off!

HORSE: They gotta have transpo waiting.

NABAHE: Cheyenne, go check down by the car trailer, over.

Cheyenne!

I already found it.

(MAN GRUNTS)

We got movement from the west.

Comin' fast.

Heading right for you, Cheyenne.

In position.

HORSE: Almost there!

JUNIOR: Got a vehicle incoming.

Dead men driving.

CHEYENNE: Not comin' my way.

Could it be a drug intercept?

HORSE: I can see 'em.

Gotta be a hijacker!

I'm right here with you.

Hey, don't move!

Don't move, drop your gun!

She means it!

Drop your weapons! (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Nabahe Horse, get over here.

We got drug dealers robbin' drug dealers.

HORSE: On the ground!

RAY: Down, down!

- Get down, hands in the air! - Get down!

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Come on! - I said get down!

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What's happening?

- Guys? - On the ground!

Get down, hands in the air!

HORSE: I said get down! (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

CHEYENNE: Get down, down! (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

RAY: Coyote's makin' a run for it!

(GUN FIRING)

Son of a...

HORSE: Get down!

CHEYENNE: Shooter's on the ridge!

HORSE: Stop her!

(GUNS FIRING)

Stay behind that Jeep, Ray!

Horse, come in.

Nabahe?

Guys, will someone answer me!

You guys all right?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Horse, can you see who's up there?

Gotta be a cartel lookout.

They must be protecting a drug run.

CHEYENNE: Sniper killed the intercept.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

This is really weird!

Shots keep goin' 200 yards up on the ridge.

No one's moved, so stay down.

(GUN BOOMING)

Yeah, that's good advice there, sheriff.

Ray, can you see where that woman's gone?

Nah, nothin'.

I know this is too obvious,

but this is a real Mexican standoff.

(GUNS FIRING)

Look, we can't just stay pinned down like this!

Get down, Ray!

HORSE: Get back, Ray.

Ray, get back!

(GUN FIRING) (RAY GRUNTS)

Ray!

(RAY WHEEZING)

CHEYENNE: Damn it, Ray.

(HORSE GRUNTS) (RAY COUGHS)

Ray, you hit?

No, I'm just grazed.

Oh, stings like a bitch. (GASPING)

Cheyenne, can you see him?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(GUN FIRES)

(GRUNTS) Mother, that's a big gun.

(GUNS FIRING)

She's goin' for the Jeep!

(GUN BOOMING)

(WOMAN GRUNTING)

What the hell!

Sniper's on the run!

CHEYENNE: Horse, he's too far away.

(GROANS) I can't get a shot.

JUNIOR: He's heading away from you guys fast,

down the south side of the ridge.

NABAHE: Ray, cover us!

RAY: On it, Chief.

(TENSE MUSIC)

It's a man.

Holy Dinah.

Heroin, cocaine.

Hey, this is strange, boss, look.

Yeah, there's weird things happenin' at the border.

HORSE: It's gettin' a lot weirder, boss.

What the hell is that?

Detonator.

All right, I want pictures of everything here,

especially that detonator.

I got people in D.C. who wanna see this.

And burn those drugs!

What about Homeland, evidence?

Do it!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

Come in.

ALEX: Sir.

Is this everything they sent?

ALEX: Yes, you have all the photos they've sent you.

And I'm gonna need hard copies as well.

Okay, what do you think?

It's definitely a detonator,

probably some kind of dirty bomb.

So, an ISIS cell is tryin' to bring...

An ISIS cell likely already in place in the U.S.

and this is someone's plan to detonate a bomb

with a radioactive cloud big enough to destroy a major city.

Who sent this?

Some old friends of mine.

They call themselves Shadow Wolves.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

BRANSON: Shaw, we have a location.

Head toward Marble Arch.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Khan is sending her for a meeting.

Abdula's on the move.

Sending you coordinates, standby.

Shaw, proceed with caution.

I repeat, proceed with caution.

Remember, she's Khan's main assassin.

Over 20 confirmed kills.

Shaw, stay there and wait for backup.

I repeat, wait for backup.

They're on their way.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PHONES RINGING)

ALEX: Sir.

Shaw, don't go in there without backup.

Shaw!

SHAW: You know who I am.

Tell me about Khan!

THUG: Pig.

(MEN GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE GRUNTING) (BLOWS THUDDING)

Where's Khan?

He's already gone.

(HEAD THUDS) (BOTH GRUNTING)

(SHAW BREATHING HEAVILY)

He can't just do that.

Quiet!

SHAW: Where is he?

(GASPING) Headed to Mexico.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Your days of killing are over.

Get your team here now.

Stick the girl with morphine.

I've got a few more questions for her.

I'm filing a protest.

BRANSON: Yeah, CC me on that.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

MAN: Major, do not go in there!

MCLAREN: What the hell do you want?

MILTON: Nice to see you too, Major.

You know I was on leave in Majorca

up to my eyes in tequila shots and tits.

And I've never heard that before.

Come on.

You've missed me.

Ever since we were stuck together for those freezing nights

in that safe house in St. Petersburg.

Only your fantasy.

No proof.

He's on the verge of something.

Send someone else.

She'll be at The Old Fox in Tunbridge tonight.

You got her involved?

Don't be a presumptuous twit.

She was the best choice, and she wanted the assignment.

Are you sure you've had no contact with her?

What, ever since you ordered me to leave her?

You know I haven't.

This is top priority.

(TENSE MUSIC)

And this time, let's try and minimize the damage,

loss of life, et cetera.

Shadow him, I don't trust him.

(ENGINE PUTTERING)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

(BLOW THUDS) (MAN GRUNTS)

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Can we chat?

Oh, for God sake.

Milton handed me intel

on how you've infiltrated Khan's operation,

and he's up to something nasty.

Screw you!

Ah, wait, We did.

How many times?

I lost count.

That's it? (LAUGHS)

After two years?

You just disappear, I have no clue if you're dead,

and now you show up here asking me about Khan?

Yeah, and nobody's heard from you in a long time, either.

We haven't got long.

(LAUREN SCOFFS)

He's planning something big.

Find System House Labs look for anything

on our project called Tohono.

Haven't been able to.

He's watching me too closely.

Something's just snapped in him,

and he's gotten way closer to ISIS leaders.

(MCLAREN SIGHS)

You know, just get out of here.

You're gonna blow my cover.

MCLAREN: Wait, shoot at me.

What?

MCLAREN: I'm gonna run and you shoot at me.

One more thing.

Make sure you miss.

(LAUREN SCOFFS)

(GUN FIRING)

You wanker!

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

(CHUCKLING) Sanchez, I can't choose!

I just can't.

You choose for me, Sanchez, (LAUGHS) mm.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

You are no fun.

You used to be fun.

Have some of this.

It is exquisite.

Each bottle is made out of 20 bushels of pears.

Can you believe that, Sanchez?

Huh?

Mm.

I want to go to France.

I want to visit this vineyard.

I want to buy this vineyard, Sanchez.

You think they'll sell it to me?

(OLIVER LAUGHS)

I know that face.

I never like that face on you, Sanchez.

You have something bad to tell me, don't you?

(SNIFFS) And I was so enjoying this cognac.

Spit it out!

We got hit last night.

One of our runs across the border.

(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

How many did we lose?

One of our coyotes was killed.

Who was it, Bertran, Hector?

Not sure.

No trace of them.

They just burned our truck and they burned our load.

Wolves!

(TENSE MUSIC)

Wolves.

Fuck it, man.

(MAN GRUNTING)

All right, come on out.

(GIRL GIGGLING)

Aw, Chucky.

How many times have I told you not to sneak up

on Daddy like that, huh?

(CHUCKY LAUGHING)

(NABAHE LAUGHS)

Lookin' good.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

You know, you never were a good liar.

(NABAHE GROANING)

(BRIGHT GUITAR MUSIC)

(NABAHE MOANS) (CHUCKY LAUGHS)

For God sakes.

NAOMI: Reward for your hard work.

(NABAHE LAUGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(NABAHE WHISTLES)

All right, kids.

Let's jug up.

Horse, bring that over here.

Ah. (HISSING)

RAY: Mm, smells great.

CHEYENNE: Yeah, what did you make this time?

Voila, linguine and capers.

RAY: Yeah, you're the only all-state quarterback I know

who can cook like this.

You're gonna make somebody a real nice wifey someday.

Ooh.

Well, yesterday was tough.

A whole lotta killin' even for rival cartels.

Wars are gettin' worse every day.

So, did you hear from your sources

in Washington about those Arabic notebooks?

Well, now that you mention it, I did hear from them,

and they're, uh, sending us a new guy for the team.

Why, they think we miss something?

No, it's...

Play cowboys and Indians?

No, they wanna assess the situation.

Oh my God.

You know D.C.'s in a frenzy

about ISIS crossin' the border.

'Cause they already have.

CHEYENNE: Yup.

Well, maybe.

But we still have friends in Washington.

And I just wanna say that, uh,

the way you handled yourselves yesterday,

I'm proud of ya.

Now, if we can just keep knucklehead

to stay behind cover here.

(CHEYENNE CHUCKLES)

(HORSE LAUGHING)

Junior, is your cousin's honor ceremony still this week?

Uh, yeah, Kallum was up on his prosthetics this morning.

- (ALL GASPING) - Wow, that's awesome.

- Oh, good for him, man. - Yeah.

Well, you know after four tours over there, he's my hero.

And he wants to join the organization here.

Any objections?

RAY: Mm-mm.

Of course not.

L'Chaim.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Man, I hated it over there.

I mean, there's a bomb on every road.

Hit Kallum when he didn't expect it.

CHEYENNE: They always do.

That whole region is a mess.

Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan.

Hey, we did our job.

You really think the military cared

about what we taught them over there?

I mean, do you?

What's the use in tracking the old ways

when you got a drone that can do the same thing?

No, we were the ones that led them

to specific terrorist units.

And then what did they do?

Good question.

Did you just push a button from an office somewhere

and bam, explosion everywhere.

Exactly, and then there's a few less terrorists

to blow your cousins' legs off, what (SCOFFS).

We're their terrorists.

We're the invaders in their eyes.

Hey, what your cousin was doing is honorable.

He was doing his duty.

Just like we're gonna do our duty.

Mm-hmm.

We operate in secret.

But our funding is secure.

And it's like I always say.

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) Oh, no.

If a man farts alone and then...

No, no, no, you mean,

a man who thinks his farts don't stink...

No, no, it's, if a man is in the forest and he farts...

A man who farts in confidence is a man who has lost...

BOTH: His sense of smell.

(ALL LAUGHING)

- I like that. - That's what it was.

That's so gross.

(TENSE MUSIC)

BRANSON: Why would you break her arm on camera

when you don't know who's watching?

Except to make a shit storm for me?

One nuclear attack on our soil

and all of this political correctness evaporates.

It was a stupid thing to do

and it makes things very difficult.

You mean you're gettin' soft in the middle.

All I do is bend the rules for you

and you're always pushing it.

Yeah, and for years your colleagues have been holding open

a huge revolving door shouting, come on in and attack us.

Well, that's a bit of an oversimplification,

but I do understand your frustration.

Frustration, now you're even using D.C. appeasing words.

I'm sending you to do something.

I'm not sure what it is, but it's out of the box.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Nabahe, what the hell kind of a name is that?

It's Navajo.

We were in the first Gulf War together.

Saw some shit.

He runs a unit called The Shadow Wolves.

Yeah, I've heard of 'em.

Indian trackers catchin' bad guys the old fashioned way.

And they're very good at it.

I thought they were with the DEA, drug trafficking.

Didn't budget cuts shut 'em down?

This is a new covert unit, nobody knows.

Even Bor-Tac?

They work with Border Control Tactical,

but there's a reason I fund them and my friend's in charge.

It's Nabahe.

So, you're funding covert Indians.

They found the Syrian with the nuclear bomb parts.

In Germany.

Nabahe's expecting you.

And you'll disavow them if something's revealed

or uncovered just like you would me?

Your plane's waiting.

OLIVER: I'm sorry your man was killed in the desert

by those damn wolves.

I don't like this kind of news.

Muhammad dying like that.

OLIVER: Should we still move forward with your plan?

We must go ahead, immediately.

No delays, I don't have time.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

OMAR: I know this gap.

I know it, it will come back to me.

Lauren, please, come in.

(TENSE MUSIC)

What is he doing here?

He gives me the creeps.

Me, too, in fact, everyone.

But that's why I keep him around.

I've been worried about you.

Who is the man who accosted you tonight?

(CHUCKLES) A footballer I used to see.

You know I dated a few of them before you, right?

Yes, yes, you did.

Hm.

But did you shoot guns at them?

When they tried to abuse me.

He must've played for Liverpool, then. (LAUGHS)

I didn't know you carry.

Oh, I just started.

May I see this gun?

Sure.

(KHAN LAUGHS)

Omar doesn't like guns.

He prefers other methods of defense.

This evening is now officially past exhausting.

I'm going to bed.

You won't need this here.

(CHUCKLES) Especially with Omar around.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(DOGS BARKING FAINTLY)

(ENGINE PUTTERING)

You Shaw?

Yup.

Well, get in needle dick, let's go.

Hang on to your shorts.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Well, welcome to our high tech teepee.

You built this all under the radar?

Yeah, with the help of your boss

but you can't tell anybody.

Branson will scalp me before you can?

(LAUGHS) Hey, everybody, listen up!

Here's our newbie.

(GUN CLICKING)

He don't look Indian to me.

Yeah, well, he doesn't either.

Uh, he's part Japanese.

His grandfather was stationed in Tokyo after the war.

Yeah, we call him our native samurai.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I'm a half-breed also, French mother.

Ooh, (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Catherine Deneuve.

(NABAHE LAUGHS)

(SCOFFS) I bet he's from that one tribe,

what's the famous tribe?

- Ooh! - The Wannabe tribe.

- The Wannabe tribe. - Yeah.

That's the one.

So, what, you got nothin'?

I didn't realize there was such a thing

as a female Shadow Wolf.

Oh, they're the most ferocious kind, brother.

And she's got claws.

And her bite?

It's worse than her bark.

So?

What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna join us?

Or you gonna run?

You know, I'm not sure.

But I'll tell you what I will do, is I'll learn from you.

Because of a story I heard this morning.

About him.

About bein' in some godforsaken village

in Iraq during the Gulf War.

He held off wave after wave

of Saddam's Republican Guards saving his unit and my boss.

Just native folklore.

Not for my boss.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

My mother has some Cherokee in her.

Does that count?

(NABAHE SNORTS)

(CHUCKLES) Oh, man.

Everybody got Cherokee in them.

Even Johnny Depp.

Ooh, now there's a real Indian.

Pshh.

You don't look like no Johnny Depp to me.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DOOR CLICKING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

14 days.

That's the most time I have left.

My lab can only discover how to kill,

but not how to heal.

(KHAN SIGHS)

Account numbers are in there.

Take care of all debts.

And make the man in D.C. pay dearly.

And make her wish she had never been born.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(DOOR BUZZING)

LAUREN: When's your flight to Mexico?

Milton's got me on 10 o'clock.

She calls, you jump.

Don't we all?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

MILTON: I have my two best agents tracking Khan.

BRANSON: Yes, Lady Milton, I understand.

MILTON: It will take some time.

That's right, I will be in touch, thank you.

Well, your hunch to send Shaw to the border was right.

But what are the odds of him actually finding Khan?

They're not good.

ICE and Border Patrol do the best they can

with limited resources, but their hands are tied.

And Khan won't be the only one getting across.

Thousands of Syrians crossed last year.

Who knows how many of them are ISIS?

But, Sir, the vetting process.

The vetting process is fake news.

It's bullshit!

Who knows how many could turn or have already turned?

Sir?

I'm worried about you.

I understand what happened when your daughter was killed

in Afghanistan, but I believe that you are operating

from a position of revenge and frankly,

you are breaking so many rules

that it not only alarms me, it...

Go ahead and finish the thought.

Sir, please listen to me.

No, listen to me, because I'm only gonna say this once.

You have no appreciation for the significance

of the fight that we're in.

The U.S. is making the same mistakes so many others have.

Your generation doesn't read history, so you have no clue

that we're reliving the appeasement mistakes of Wilson,

of Chamberlain, and stumbling into our own siege of Vienna.

That's right.

Shake your head at me

because I don't know what I'm talking about!

You don't read the daily ISIS social media press briefings.

Beheadings of dozens on a beach,

burning men and women alive in cages,

and we're supposed to do nothing?

And some chicken-shit soldier that she was training,

who she was helping to lead a better life,

he turns his gun on her and sprays her

in the face with bullets and says, "God is great."

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Sir, I'm sorry...

Get out!

(TENSE MUSIC) (DOOR CLICKING)

So you're just gonna roam the streets

of Mexico knocking drug dealers' doors?

Something like that.

(GRUNTS) Goal!

Has to be one of the things I missed about you most.

No fear.

You're wrong.

I've got plenty of fear.

But I got one code.

I know, embrace it.

Wait, I have something for you.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(MCLAREN LAUGHS SOFTLY)

MCLAREN: Try this, Stilton.

Made just down the road from your mum.

So, what's got Khan wanting

to sneak a dirty bomb into the U.S.?

LAUREN: Well, he's been financing

terrorist attacks for years.

And you know this

because Milton has you following the money?

I never knew my LSE degree would take me to such heights.

(MCLAREN CHUCKLES)

I used to be closer to him, but I'm just eye candy now.

We haven't slept together for months.

And there's something really wrong with him,

some kind of sickness.

He won't tell me a thing.

And you think that's what's driving him now?

Into doing something with ISIS on the U.S. border?

Maybe.

A last chance to avenge his family.

They come from Afghanistan.

Well, I should say they came.

U.S. military annihilated most of them.

Tracked him to his family's village,

called in drones, everyone wiped out.

His nieces, nephews, cousins, but he wasn't even there.

MCLAREN: We've become high tech savages.

(PLANE ENGINE ROARING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Omar, what are you...

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

NABAHE: See, these are all the coyote trails here.

You got a call, from Branson.

Hey, Cheyenne, et him up, at your desk.

Hello?

So, your name's Cheyenne but you're Navajo.

Yeah, and that's Reynaro.

He's not even Italian.

What, are you talkin' to me?

What, are you talkin' to me?

RAY: No, you talkin' to me?

HORSE: Are you talkin' to me?

Stop defaming the only great Niro.

(HORSE CHUCKLING)

Oh, that's a good looking guy.

Is that your boyfriend?

(SIGHS) That's the monster slayer.

It's a Navajo spirit?

The slayer of strange gods.

Sounds like my job description.

(LAUGHS) Well, now you're screwed.

I can't say I haven't heard that before.

No, I'm serious.

He will come for you.

And when he does, you won't escape.

Is that one of your peoples' legends?

What people?

Who are you talkin' about?

The ones with the beads?

And the rugs?

Those people?

You know what I meant.

No, I don't know what you meant.

Why don't you tell me?

(PHONE BUZZING)

SHAW: What the hell have you gotten me into?

BRANSON: What is it?

SHAW: (SIGHS) I asked Nabahe what was goin' on.

He told me that the feathers of a bird protect it

from the frosts of the winter.

Yeah, that's one of his favorites.

Yeah, he seems to have a lot of 'em.

The intel I just passed to him is

from a reliable British source.

The Menendez Cartel outside Monte Rey are aiding ISIS camps

near the Mexican border.

Nabahe's gonna have you cover the trails

that he knows their coyotes use.

Yeah, well, I'm goin' out with him tonight.

Shaw, just find me something tangible,

signal or reliable human intel.

I can't get a dime out of anyone here,

especially for something covert,

unless I have something concrete.

Yeah, well maybe a lone warrior can do more damage

than an entire army in unfamiliar territory.

I haven't heard that one.

From a Cracker Jack box.

I was 10, it spoke to me.

Just go.

(PHONE BEEPS)

So, my boss is out of town.

I'm running this place.

This way.

Oh, if only I had my rifle, you little rat bastard.

This is a lot of money.

Yes, it is.

But you are a tricky one.

So, what's stopping me from killing you

and keeping all this, eh?

I just had her killed.

For betraying me.

I think you would be foolish to make me your enemy.

You don't look like a fool.

No.

I also need you to watch out for this Brit,

how you say it, thug.

When do you want to leave?

KHAN: Tomorrow night.

And your men are meeting you there?

I'll let them know when.

I don't want any surprises like last time.

That won't happen.

But those wolves, I can't guarantee.

Don't worry about them.

I have plans for them.

Ah.

Mm.

Oh, don't mess with her.

(CLICKS TONGUE) She's a mean one, eh?

Assassin. (LAUGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

You know what?

You need to quiet your soul.

You really become one with nature out here, huh?

(LAUGHS) Oh, you see a lotta weird things out here.

Make you city people run back

to your condos and your shoppin' malls.

What's the strangest thing you've ever seen out here?

What, beside you?

(SIGHS) Uh, about a week ago we were lookin'

at a path up there, just over that ridge,

and saw this little red light, this little red dot.

Laser.

No, it was just a red dot, and then it went zip!

Over here about 200 yards and then this smell,

this stench, rotten, and then this,

laugh, this weird cackle,

I don't know what it was, and then out of nowhere

(NABAHE HOWLS LOUDLY)

(LAUGHS) I got ya pretty good, didn't I?

Uh-huh, very funny.

What about the smell?

Well, (SIGHS) that part's true.

Sometimes we can catch people just 'cause you can smell 'em,

sometimes half a mile away.

Do you smell something now?

Yeah, you been eatin' too many burritos.

Stay away from the beans, will ya?

The worst smell is fear.

You can smell guilt, too.

Comes outta your pores.

(QUIET TENSE MUSIC)

Up the path over there.

Coyotes leadin'.

It looks like four people.

Go find Horse and Cheyenne.

(GUN CLICKING)

CHEYENNE: Get down, get down, get down, get down!

HORSE: Don't move, don't move!

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Don't move! - Get down!

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

CHEYENNE: Get down, get down.

- Get down. - On the ground, now!

(WOMAN WHIMPERING)

SHAW: None of these are Khan.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

No! (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

CHEYENNE: Get down, get down.

- Hey, hey! - Stay down, stay down!

SHAW: Hey, get back here, get down!

Stay down, stay down!

HORSE: On the ground!

- On the ground, hey! - On the ground.

SHAW: Cheyenne, keep 'em covered.

Get back here, hey! (WOMAN SCREAMING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

SHAW: Where the hell did he go, Horse?

We're never gonna find him.

Out here coyotes can disappear just like that.

(SHAW BREATHING HEAVILY)

Get over there.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What'll happen to the girl?

Probably gonna sell her to the sex trade.

The coyote's gonna make his money one way or another.

No! (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC)

CHEYENNE: Monster slayer, Navajo spirit.

He's the slayer of strange gods.

He will come for you.

And when he does you won't escape.

(GUNS POPPING)

(BOMB BOOMING)

(GUN CLICKS)

Shaw!

Eric! (SHAW GRUNTS)

You saw the slayer?

You wouldn't come back to us until Cheyenne called to you.

Come on, I got a place for you to bunk.

ALEX: Well?

BRANSON: No!

ALEX: Why can't we just call in Homeland?

Have drones search the desert border?

Because they won't do anything.

They'll listen in on innocent peoples' phone calls,

they'll read every goddamn email,

but ask them for surveillance on the border,

and it's, oh, no, we can't do that.

But I have a connection at Homeland

and he owes me a favor.

What are you gonna tell them?

Oh, I know something bad is gonna happen?

Alex, they didn't listen to the Saudis when they told them

about the Chechen bomber blowing up the Boston Marathon,

but they'll listen to you.

Excuse me. (PHONE RINGING)

Close the door.

Just in time.

For?

I'm getting nowhere here.

Your agent is the best chance we have.

I need you to push him.

To do what, exactly?

We need to find Khan.

I'll see what I can do.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

What's the latest on McLaren?

He verified Khan's in Mexico.

You should head there now.

Before he just charges in again?

Unfortunately, it's what makes him

so effective and destructive.

Like all the men I know.

(CHUCKLES) The first woman

to lead this place was called the housewife spy.

She went through hell.

Trying to contain Dante's nine degrees?

Hmm, yup.

I keep him there to remind myself

that we're dealing with the same hell,

just different devils.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PHONE BEEPS)

OPERATOR: White House.

I need to speak to Ryan Blake.

RYAN: Alex, what's up?

Branson is up to something with MI-6.

RYAN: Come over now.

Are you real?

Are you?

That's a good question.

NABAHE: Chucky, leave him alone!

You slept in my room.

Yeah.

Wanna see a magic trick?

Okay.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

NABAHE: Shaw, you hear me?

I did.

Go ahead.

For me?

NABAHE: Now eat your damn pancakes.

We gotta go.

Thank you.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Come on, you're not escaping.

Hi, hi, guys.

So, this is Junior's aunt, Kallum's mom.

You must be very proud.

And this is their grandfather.

Who's that?

Oh, um, that's Natanni, Nabahe's brother.

He's a decorated war hero.

- SEAL Team Six? - Mm-hmm.

They haven't spoken in many years.

Yeah, something, something really bad happened

between them and they just don't.

Na-tan-ee?

(CHUCKLES) That's the way you white people would say it.

Not-ah-nee, it means leader.

(CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Come on, boys, give me a hand here.

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC)

You followed the path of our ancestors.

You fought to save our land.

I'm proud of you, son.

I want you to join the team.

Salute!

(TENSE MUSIC) (CAR HORNS BLARING)

(MEN GRUNTING) (BLOWS THUDDING)

BRANSON: What, you didn't think I knew you were coming?

You've got some serious issues.

Yeah, tell me about it.

You know what he just told us?

That Khan has two ISIS cells already here, in the U.S.,

and they've been waiting for 'em for months.

And I told you I will not stand

for these kinds of interrogations.

Alex, there isn't time.

We don't have the luxury to make him our friend

and help him see the error of his ways.

And what if he just lied to you?

Just to get you to stop?

And you wanna take that chance?

That if he's telling the truth we miss the opportunity

to stop an attack?

Nobody's gonna care how we got the information

if we can stop this.

It's not a fair fight.

You don't get it.

It's that simple.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Ceremony get to you?

Everything's got to me.

You do see the irony?

CHEYENNE: What?

Your people, the ones with the beads?

But also the ones that have a long-standing history

of serving this country's military.

The very army that ran them off their lands,

slaughtering and scattering them

from one hellhole of a reservation to the next.

Nabahe has a saying.

You mean, "All is connected?"

(LAUGHS) Yeah, that one.

But he has another one.

"Each generation sacrifices for the next."

The connection is the sacrifice.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(ENGINE PUTTERING)

He's across.

I left him in that burnt factory in Juarez

with some of his kind.

And another thing, not a word to anyone, eh?

Eh!

The boss can never know.

(BRACELET CLATTERING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

I can smell your stinky ass from here, amigo.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Dirt bike's on the trailer.

You know where he is?

NABAHE: Well, I know one thing for sure.

CHEYENNE: Junior, got my mic?

NABAHE: Your boss is always good at getting intel.

JUNIOR: Mic system's up and ready.

It's an abandoned factory not far away.

CHEYENNE: Junior, vest!

Call in Bor-Tac, Border Patrol?

HORSE: Ray, take the .45 and the case.

Not yet.

HORSE: Guns are loaded.

Listen, I'm not gonna risk getting crap

for some Brit's hunch.

HORSE: I got a vest for Shaw.

Come on, let's go!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GUNS CLICKING)

(GENTLE SOMBER MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MCLAREN GASPS)

(MEN LAUGHING)

You have just been baptized

with Sanchez's piss, my friend.

That's nothing.

Drank my own piss in the Iraqi desert

for two weeks to stay alive.

Hm, that is disgusting.

But you are a young strapping, tough boy, huh?

No, just British.

Oh, thanks for gettin' dressed up for me.

You're welcome.

In fact, I have you to thank,

because I am hosting a fundraiser

for the families of dead English spy.

(MEN LAUGHING)

What do you want coming here to my country?

Listen, I don't care about you sellin' drugs

to stupid American kids,

but you do understand you're makin' deals with ISIS bastards

who are gonna blow up those same customers,

smuggling nasty terrorists across the border

just to destroy your markets.

I mean, how stupid are you?

(TENSE MUSIC)

What the hell is he talkin' about?

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

He's delirious.

Sanchez?

(LAUGHING) Oh, mate!

And I thought Parliament was devious.

I'd watch your back if I was you, amigo.

Nonsense, jefe!

I'll cut his head off and send it to his...

h-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Dead customers don't pay my bills.

And since you like it so much,

we will provide some more piss for your lunch.

(CHUCKLES) Just give us one of your Coronas.

It tastes about the same.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, you are a

(GRUNTS) how do you English say?

You are a cheeky fellow.

Bet your head would make a good football

for our Saturday game.

Get him out of here, now!

Take him to the warehouse!

(TENSE MUSIC)

Anything?

There's nothing.

(SIGHS) Man, I hate this part.

The waiting.

We're waiting for what?

They're in there.

They're sittin' ducks!

Junior, anything?

JUNIOR: Nada.

A bad tip?

Well, sometimes you just gotta wait.

Figure when you're huntin' rattlesnakes...

Beware, they bite you first.

(NABAHE LAUGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Oh, what the hell are you doin' here?

ZORA: Sh!

(MCLAREN SIGHS)

She's got you followin' me, hasn't she?

We got about a minute until they get here!

(DOOR CLICKS)

Maybe less.

(MCLAREN GRUNTING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(MEN GRUNTING) (BLOWS THUDDING)

(GUN FIRING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(BONES CRACKING) (MEN GROANING)

(BLOWS THUDDING) (MEN GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRING)

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(GUN FIRING)

Get McLaren, let's get outta here!

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(SANCHEZ SCREAMING)

(TRUCK CLANGING)

McLaren, we gotta go!

Come on!

I'm going to kill you! (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(MCLAREN GROANS)

Can't afford to lose you, Major.

Not yet, at least.

Plus, I have a situation

that needs your particular expertise.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I know they're in there!

I know they're in there, I can feel it.

CHEYENNE: Sit still, Ray.

But they're in there and we need to get 'em now!

I think something moved.

Uh, far west end.

Somebody's down there.

Yeah, they're in there.

I know they are.

We gotta take these guys now.

You don't know that, Ray.

Just hold still.

Hold still, are you kidding me?

What are we waiting for in here?

HORSE: Just tell Ray to stay calm.

JUNIOR: Nothing's moved.

Wait, look!

Northwest corner.

I see 'em.

They're there.

RAY: Yeah, damn right they're in there.

Ray, what the hell are you doing!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Ray, you're gonna get a hell of a beatin'

when this is over.

All right, hit it.

SHAW: Hey, Ray, get back in here!

NABAHE: Damn it, Ray, I said stand down.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(GUNS FIRING)

SHAW: Ray, get back in here!

Shaw, cover that fool's ass.

(GUNS FIRING) (RAY GASPING)

Tryin' to get yourself killed?

No, I'm goin' south.

Now, watch my six.

- Am I followin'? - Yeah, follow him!

Shit.

Ray, don't go out there!

(GUNS FIRING)

Just about down there, hold on!

(GUNS FIRING)

(RAY GRUNTS) Ray!

(TENSE SOMBER MUSIC)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(RAY MOANING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Jesus.

(GUNS FIRING) (RAY GROANING)

Fuck!

Come on, come on!

(GUNS FIRING)

Junior, get the van down there now.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SHAW GRUNTING)

CHEYENNE: Meet me up at the warehouse.

SHAW: Ray's down, he took three hits.

God damn it, Ray.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Horse, Horse, get back here!

(GUNS FIRING)

Get back here and help me with Ray.

Now! (HORSE YELLING)

One of them's heading inside.

NABAHE: Cheyenne, is there any sign of him?

The one Horse shot is definitely dead.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GUNS FIRING)

JUNIOR: Get Ray ready to move.

(GUNS FIRING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

I'm under fire!

- Come on. - Horse, Horse, give us cover!

(GUNS FIRING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- Come on. - Let's go!

Horse, get up there and back up Cheyenne!

She's takin' fire.

(GUNS FIRING)

(HORSE GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GUNS FIRING)

Ray, look at me, Ray!

Shaw!

Get the bastard.

Get off my ATV.

(ENGINE PUTTERING)

(GUN FIRING) (MAN MOANS)

(MAN YELLS)

(GUN FIRING)

One more down.

(HORSE GROANS)

Come on, wake up.

(HORSE COUGHS)

Well, you're one lucky SOB, son.

Can you make it to the van?

HORSE: Yeah.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BOMB BOOMING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(SHAW GRUNTING)

(SHAW GASPING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MAN WHOOSHES)

(BLOWS THUDDING) (MEN GRUNTING)

(KNIFE WHOOSHING)

(BLOWS THUDDING) (MEN GRUNTING)

(BONE CRACKING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SHAW GASPING)

This isn't Khan, so where is he?

(GROANS) The one I shot wasn't Khan.

Ray?

He's gone.

I couldn't bring him back.

Oh, Ray.

You damn fool.

CHEYENNE: We're in the clear.

HORSE: Cheyenne, Ray's dead.

What?

HORSE: Junior couldn't save him.

God damn it.

NABAHE: Junior, get Homeland on the phone.

I have twelve missed calls from your wife.

Uh, no messages, just all these calls.

What?

(HORSE GROANS) (PHONE RINGING)

What's goin' on?

NAOMI: He's got Chucky.

What are you, what are you talkin' about?

I do have Chucky.

I also have your wife.

She forgot to mention that.

If you harm them I'll...

You'll what?

Call a drone?

Kill all of us?

Like you did my family?

I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about.

Tell your wolves, and your murderous NSA sidekick,

that if they make a single call,

I'll blow your wife's head off.

In front of Chucky.

I mean it!

I'm watching you with my cameras.

Psst.

(GUN FIRING)

What have you done?

Death comes that quick.

Something fired from the heavens, generations wiped out,

slaughtered innocent children,

blow the heads off of grandfathers.

If you kill them...

And you ran away!

(GUN FIRING)

You and your little wolves.

So brave, running back here to your sacred lands.

You thought you were safe.

No.

(NAOMI GASPS)

Brave warrior, your pain will not be over so quick.

(NAOMI GASPS)

Nabahe, do what he said, please.

You can have me.

Just let them go.

I never got to make such an offer.

Early morning, a village sleeps,

not bothering the great American empire.

Then a button is pushed.

Rocks crush the head of my mother,

the very cheeks I kissed each night.

You do not think I would have begged for what you do now?

Me for them?

Me for them!

No!

Nabahe, hey, hey!

Nabahe, you gotta keep your head.

He hasn't killed 'em yet.

He's just buyin' time.

We gotta call Homeland.

No, he will kill them!

Well, he's gonna kill a whole lot more.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(KAHN GRUNTS SOFTLY)

CHEYENNE: It's our tribe's casino.

Yeah, and we gotta find this trailer now.

Who knows what he's got planned!

You're not gonna get my wife and daughter killed.

Nabahe, no.

(PHONE RINGING)

What?

What do you want me to do?

Meet me at your sacred hill.

Your ancestors can watch you die there.

I'll be there.

SHAW: Junior, get Horse to a hospital.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ENGINE REVVING)

He says there's a trailer in employee parking.

SHAW: Let's get everyone out.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Shaw, they're evacuating the casino now.

Good.

There it is!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Come, your wife is this way.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

It's rigged.

Okay. (SOFT TAPPING)

Someone's in there.

Hey!

Hey, can you hear me?

There's a vent.

Hey, can you hear me?

I can't see anything.

CHEYENNE: Uh, here.

(CHUCKY MOANS)

- Chucky? - Chucky?

Chucky, are you okay?

Chucky, are you hurt?

(CHUCKY CRIES)

All right, you just sit tight, all right?

We're gonna get you outta here.

Just hang on.

(CHUCKY MOANS)

Okay.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (CLOCK TICKING)

It's a bomb.

All right, hang on, Chucky.

Hold on a second now. (GRUNTS)

Shoot me, and your casino blows up.

Everybody will be dead at their decadent rave.

No, brave warrior.

No white man weapons can save you now.

I found these at your home.

So, choose your weapon.

And, yes, after I kill you I will burn her alive.

(GRUNTS) Come on.

Okay, I'm gonna be right back, okay?

Just sit tight.

Listen, you don't have to do this.

Why don't you just kill me and let her go?

It's not going to be that easy.

I will kill your whole tribe like you did mine.

SHAW: I can't reach it.

Can we shoot it?

No, it'll blow.

Call Homeland.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

You are not going to get away with this.

I'm going to die anyway!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Homeland's 10 minutes at least.

10 minutes?

Well, we've got less than six.

There is nothing noble about this death.

But you, you could still die with honor,

if you can take this away from me.

Chucky?

Hey, okay, this is gonna be just like one

of your magic tricks, okay?

(CHUCKY WHIMPERING)

Just sit still right there, okay?

I'm gonna try to freeze the wires.

(CHUCKY GASPS)

Damn it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BLOW THUDS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BLOW THUDS) (NABAHE GRUNTS)

(CHUCKY WHIMPERS)

SHAW: I can't get to it!

I'm just not close enough.

You were the one who led the great

and powerful U.S. Army.

They came to civilize us,

to make us in their own image

just like they did your people.

(BLOW THUDS) (KHAN GRUNTS)

Damn, there's less than three minutes.

I'm gonna shoot.

No, one last try!

Okay, Chucky, Chucky.

I need you to help me.

All right?

This is gonna be like the best magic trick ever, okay?

I need you to take this can.

Take the can, come on, take the can.

And I need you to spray it backwards on those wires okay?

Chucky, you can do this!

Do it for your mom and your dad, okay?

You can do it.

(NABAHE GROANS)

CHEYENNE: What's she doing?

I don't know.

CHEYENNE: What's goin' on?

SHAW: I don't know.

CHEYENNE: Lemme see.

Did you think I had only one way to set my bomb off?

She's just, ah, Chucky!

Now you can watch death come to your people.

What's going on, Chucky?

What's going on?

(NABAHE GROANS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC)

(PHONE BEEPING)

KHAN: I don't understand.

(BLOW THUDS) (KAHN GRUNTS)

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC)

(NABAHE MOANING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Chucky!

Oh!

(CHEYENNE CHUCKLING) (SHAW GASPING)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Honey.

(NAOMI CRIES)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Nabahe, Nabahe!

(NABAHE COUGHS)

Are you okay?

Yeah, is Chucky?

She's alive.

She stopped the bomb.

Where are you?

Where's Khan?

Just lemme, lemme, I, uh, lemme me talk to her, please?

Yeah.

Here, honey.

Daddy, I'm okay. (NABAHE CRYING)

It just a couple of rope burns.

Thank God.

I got your mom here.

She's okay, too.

Nabahe, Chucky was so brave.

She froze the ropes to free herself.

That's my girl.

And Khan?

I'm afraid he can't talk to you right now.

He's got a tomahawk in his chest. (LAUGHS)

(NABAHE COUGHING)

Nabahe, you hang in there.

The ambulance is on the way.

Let me say goodbye to Chucky.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

As death comes to us all,

always outta season.

(EERIE MUSIC)

I beat the slayer, Shaw.

You will too.

Chucky, please.

♪ Hush little baby now don't you cry ♪

♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a butterfly ♪

♪ And if that butterfly can't sing ♪

♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ♪

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

BRANSON: Bad time?

SHAW: It's always a bad time.

I've got a situation.

I need you flying out tonight.

Okay, but I'm bringing the Wolves.

Good call.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC)

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(MAN YELLING)

♪ I hear the sound of destruction ♪

♪ I smell the scent of my light break ♪

♪ I touch your fear in the shadow ♪

♪ I watch the wolves dig up your grave ♪

♪ My spirit hunts in the moonlight ♪

♪ I feel your tracks in the sand ♪

♪ You pretend you don't see me ♪

♪ I see the blood stains on your hands ♪

♪ Shadow wolves on the hunt ♪

♪ Throwin' the dirt where you will not cross ♪

♪ Spirits of fire shout ♪

♪ Soon you'll revenge your god ♪

♪ Shadow wolves on the hunt ♪

♪ Throwin' the dirt where you will not cross ♪

♪ Spirits of fire shout ♪

♪ Soon you'll revenge your god ♪

♪ Shadow wolves on the hunt ♪

♪ Throwin' the dirt where you will not cross ♪

♪ Spirits of fire shout ♪

♪ Soon you'll revenge your god ♪