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Alright, eyes up.

Vegas inside that safe house.

Callahan's already on the ground.

This is a smash and grab.

Callahan, listen up.

Your primary objective is Miles.

He's alive, restrained in the back, carrying intel we cannot afford to lose.

This place isn't random.

It's a black site ran by KRG.

We've been tracking them for years, and tonight, we found them.

Listen up, ladybirds.

They took Miles because he knows what we know.

KRG isn't just a contractor, they're an off-book government kill team.

That's right.

These people make a living off of killing the innocent before trial.

They do the government's dirty work, then disappear the evidence.

We need you to get him out so we can burn it down.

You got this?

Eagle One, do you copy?

Repeat, Eagle One, do you copy?

This is Eagle One, standing by for takeoff.

Eagle One, I need you in the air.

Circle wide.

Stay out of the sight line until I give you the green light.

You're our extraction when this is over.

Copy that, Commander.

You'll be wheels hot in six.

Stand by.

Callahan, I'm going to need you to move, buddy.

I've got a bird flying in, and that place will be ashes in five minutes.

Get to that target now.

Callahan, is that you?

How many inside?

Three, maybe four, maybe four.

One bullet.

One bullet?

Make it count.

All right, fellas.

Callahan has rescued the target.

Ground Patrol, meet Miles and Callahan at the extraction point.

Eagle One, give me the all clear.

When our men are out, I'm ready to bomb this place to ashes.

Coming, Commander.

Callahan has left the building with the mark.

The compound is clear.

Repeat, compound is clear, so move fast.

My rotors don't like sitting pretty up here.

All right, gentlemen.

Fire up the tanks.

Let's send this KRG base to hell.

Witnesses who reported hearing loud blasts were assured the noise came from

ruptured fuel tanks inside the compound.

The resulting fire was contained within minutes, and no surrounding communities

were affected.

A joint statement from the Defense Ministry and U.S. officials described the

incident as an unfortunate industrial mishap.

That one out tonight, tied to a chair, face beaten in.

He could still stand on his own, though.

He didn't thank me.

Just took the gun and kept going.

And I thought, maybe that's enough.

Maybe that's the point.

I can't bring you back.

I can't fix what happened.

But if I can pull out one more, just one, maybe I don't

drown in it.

I couldn't save you, my own family.

Maybe I can save someone else.

Listen up, Congress.

We called this off the books meeting to discuss some major intel discoveries.

Do we have a handle on the leak as of yet?

About that.

Tonight's coverage is already spreading.

Families are demanding answers.

Foreign governments are raising accusations.

This report contains fragments of the leaked intel.

Execution logs, flight manifests, and testimony from relatives who claim their

people went into Alcatraz and never came back.

How much of this is true?

Enough to expose KRG if we don't move first.

This is what the world is seeing tonight.

Good evening.

Tonight we investigate shocking claims about the once decommissioned federal

site at Alcatraz.

Leaked documents suggest it is not a prison at all, but a kill site run by

private contractors.

These reports are false.

The documents in circulation are fabrications designed to sow distrust.

We need to get to the mole inside Alcatraz who's been sending the leaks before

the KRG does.

The commander is on the line now with our liaison for the White House.

I'll keep you boys in Congress updated on the outcome.

Listen up.

Every pin you see is a confirmed KRG operation site.

Safe houses, black prisons, supply chains.

They're not a contractor.

They're a shadow army.

Then why not end it tonight?

Flatten the site.

Send a message.

We can't bomb it blind.

Not without proof.

The second Congress smells a cover-up, they'll bury us.

Which brings us here.

Alcatraz.

They're operating under a shell contract.

Legal on paper.

But behind the wire, they're executing prisoners and burning evidence.

So what's the play?

Insertion.

Quiet.

Fast.

Brenner's already moving into position.

His mission stands.

Callahan will run point once we greenlight.

Callahan?

He's a fugue looking for a match.

Exactly.

Which is why he'll get it done.

This isn't about one prison.

It's about ripping the mask off the KRG.

We'll prove they exist and burn them down.

If this is another Washington cleanup, I'm out.

I've got a hole in my side and I'm two weeks past caring.

No, my friend.

It's actually a little worse than Washington.

I need you to save someone in Alcatraz.

Alcatraz?

Isn't that place a museum?

It was?

It's currently being used as a black-op site for a contractor for your

government.

The KRG.

KRG?

That's right.

And now they're currently contracted to house prisoners of war with black-op

operations in the now infamous Alcatraz.

And if that's the case, then this place needs to be shut down once and for all.

But the brass back in DC, they want proof.

They want something that they can bring and parade in front of your Congress.

And until they have it, they will not make a move.

Sounds simple.

Walk in, take a look around, shut it down.

Problem solved.

I don't see why you need me.

I need you because I've been trying to get that place shut down for months.

We know what they are doing at Alcatraz.

But Washington?

London?

They refuse to make a move.

We need names, orders, proof of execution chambers.

Things that your government cannot ignore.

Who's this?

That's Anya Turner, whistleblower against the KRG.

She has digital evidence of illegal black-op sites and human rights violations

that have been perpetrated by them.

She's been feeding us information for months now.

Names, orders, guard schedules, even gas chamber schematics.

Her last drop even included executions of high-ranking prisoners carried out by

high-ranking officials in the prison.

She is the key.

If she's so important, why don't you just pull her?

Because she's still feeding us information.

But her last drops are few.

The KRG has started changing things.

They've started shifting guard schedules, moving them around the prison.

We need to get her out before they burn her with the evidence.

Bomb the place to hell.

Get the intel that way.

Do you really believe that I have not tried that?

I have been banging my head against the wall for six months now.

It's like I have told you.

London will not move.

Washington will not move until they have proof.

But if we can get her out with that intel in her hands, there's no way that

they can ignore it.

They will have to take action.

Her testimony with those documents forces their hand.

And just maybe, it will be enough to finally get Alcatraz shut down for good.

So I walk in and pull her out?

Yes.

You're the only one who can.

You know the language.

You've worn the prison uniform.

And you really don't care if you come back.

If I do this, you make sure Washington doesn't wait another week before they

shut it down.

Listen to me.

Get her out.

Hand them the intel.

And I'll make sure that they bury that damn place into the dust.

What's my cover?

Your KRG logistics ops.

Press rotation.

Clean papers.

No one has ever broken into Alcatraz, Jack.

No one's even tried.

The place is a bloody fortress.

It's a slaughterhouse wrapped in barbed wire.

Well, maybe it's about time someone did.

There is something else in your favor.

You're not alone in there.

You will have allies.

Some of the other prisoners have also been sneaking out information right under

the KRG's noses.

But the shadow touches this map.

Frank Myers.

Find him.

But don't beat around the bush.

Get straight to the point.

And be careful.

Trust will get you killed faster than the guards will.

Where's the uniform?

It's already hanging in your closet.

Black bag.

Are you sure?

No.

But you're right about one thing.

No one else is qualified.

Callahan has been briefed by Brenner and cleared for insertion.

The commander has arranged for him to be smuggled inside under the guise of a

prison guard.

His objective is simple.

Find Anya Turner and get her out alive.

We will be monitoring through remote surveillance, audio intercepts, heat

signature tracking, and comm support.

If his cover is blown, we intervene.

Otherwise, this stays a ghost mission.

Next.

John Carter.

Contractor ID 6-7-Alpha.

Last post says East Coast Task Force San Bruno Facility.

Transfer it after shutdown.

No medical record in the intake pack.

It's in the folder.

You didn't submit one.

That's impossible.

Why impossible?

The files are right here.

Seems very possible.

Sounds like you grew up in Virginia.

Is that right?

Was trained on the West Coast.

Agency rotation.

Virginia posting.

They teach arrogance in Virginia?

Your weapon.

Let me see it.

Explain to me why it's loaded with a CIA-issued American 45 cartridge.

This is the KRG.

It was issued during the San Bruno breach.

Field replacement.

My original sidearm was destroyed.

San Bruno.

Virginia.

East Coast Command.

So many posts.

And no scars to prove it.

What now?

Attention, CPOC.

All available officers respond.

Repeat.

All available officers respond immediately to CPOC.

I gotta go handle this.

Sir, wait.

Second file just synced.

Misfiled under initial review.

He checks out.

He checks out?

Yes, sir.

You'll find the rules here are simple.

You're now the property of KRG.

One mistake, I'll earn you a bullet.

All right.

Callahan's in.

Do we have audio?

Audio's sweet.

Get it.

Get signatures.

Keep maps up and running.

All right, Commander.

This mission is all yours.

R, section 5.

Watch for transfer and send four more.

Inmate Duncan.

Six months on Block 9.

Zero incidents.

Clean work report.

Polite.

Intelligent.

Quiet.

Planning to leave.

A few moments ago,

this man caved in another prisoner's skull with his food tray and kept

beating him long after he was dead.

Let me be clear.

This is not a federal facility.

Not bureau-regulated.

There are no oversight committees.

This island is managed by Keystone Response Group.

What I say goes.

There are no appeals, no trials, no rescue.

Next someone.

The next someone who raises a fist, you'll see how this

all ends.

First, I'm gonna take the hand.

And I'm gonna take the foot that you use to run.

And I'm gonna take that eye that you use to see.

And we'll see...

how lucky your next fight turns out.

Somebody ought to teach this guy a lesson.

You look like someone who studies.

You're writing this all down.

Got it memorized.

Welcome to Alcatraz.

Aaaaaah!

Guys, that’s not a holding facility. It's a kill box.

Signed off on the skeleton crew.

You're telling me I've got a battalion sitting in my backyard?

Not a battalion.

A war machine.

They're dug in, reinforced, running combat patrols on rotation.

Callahan's outnumbered ten to one before he even breathes.

Then abort.

Pull him out.

Burn the site from orbit and be done with it.

Abort, and every prisoner in that place dies without a word.

Abort, and we hand K.R.G. a clean slate.

They'll vanish into the wind and set up shop tomorrow under a new flag.

And if Callahan gets killed, we've got a national scandal with our fingerprints

all over it.

That's the price.

Callahan knew it when he signed off.

Hell, he lives for this.

But he won't.

So what's the call?

My call?

My call is we double down.

You want proof?

You'll have it.

You want a witness?

Callahan will drag her out of there kicking and screaming.

But you better be ready to clean up the mess.

Because once he lights that fuse, there's no turning back.

God help anyone who stands in his way.

Eyes forward.

Anya?

You.

What are you looking at?

Section 9.

Logistics check.

This wing doesn't need logistics.

It needs silent.

Move aside.

Name?

Detainee 87312.

You know this contractor?

Yes, sir.

He was trying to get me killed.

He's doing a hell of a good job.

Trip her I.D. Reassign her to sanitation.

No hydration access.

Let's let her find out what it feels like to be interested.

What’s wrong with you?

Next time, find someone else.

Heh heh.

You.

Yard duty.

I'm confused.

I was assigned logistics.

Section 7.

You ask questions, you dig your own grave.

Yard duty.

Got it.

Control, I've got two prisoners moving across the north yard.

They're running for the fence now.

Bolt and Orange, moving fast.

Control, blocking perimeter.

They don't leave this island.

Not tonight.

What's going on?

Two prisoners trying to escape the boat.

I don't even know why they're trying.

No!

Come on.

Please, sir, don't do this.

No!

Let him have till night fall.

Yes, sir.

Your orders are clear.

We have trapped the witness.

The rest are collateral.

Collateral?

Those are human lives.

You want Callahan to walk past them, leave them in cages, just so you can

parade one survivor in front of Congress?

All right, don't get righteous on me.

We need one voice, clean and credible.

Fifty nameless convicts won't sway public opinion.

One vetted witness will.

You're playing politics with bodies.

Callahan didn't go in there to be selective.

He'll take every chance he has to get people out.

And if he tries, he dies.

Then we lose the witness, the intel, and the op.

No proof, no leverage.

Just blood on your hands, not mine.

Better blood than silence.

Because silence is how the KRG win.

God damn it!

They executed two prisoners.

Then he's already compromised.

They know he's inside.

This ends now.

Pull him out, level the site, and we bury it.

No!

That's exactly what they want.

They're baiting us to fold.

We pull now, every prisoner left in that place is as good as dead.

They're dead already.

You're just too sentimental to admit it.

As long as that signal's alive, he's not done.

And neither am I.

You're gambling a soldier's life, and maybe a war, over prisoners no one will

remember.

Control, every two hours, would you load 3-1 now?

Same zone, different launch, same time.

Nobody's checking the disposal yet?

Why the hell would they do that?

Block 7, lead ship just called in for maintenance, still early.

Block 7 will hold, right?

That's right.

Block 7 is on hold for the night.

No visitors.

Here's your papers, boy.

Uh, they're...

Actually, I'm on the deadline.

Now!

That’ll work.

Attention all units.

Section C corridor breach detected.

Initiate search protocol,

all checkpoints secure.

Doors and sweep your zones.

No one passes without clearance.

Repeat. Full lockdown in effect.

This is reckless.

Callahan’s not fit for insertion.

He's wounded, unstable.

He should be grounded.

Negative.

He's battle worn, not broken.

Callahan's the sharpest blade I've got.

You don't pull your best man when the stakes are highest.

Your best man is a liability.

You're sending him in half-dead.

That's not leadership.

That's suicide.

You think I don't know his limits?

I've seen Callahan crawl through fire with a bullet in his lung and drag three

men out alive.

He doesn't break.

Not like the rest.

And if you're wrong?

He cracks in there, we lose the witness, and then his whole operation

detonates in our faces.

If I'm wrong, then no one else ever had a chance.

He's the only one who can get her out, and you know it.

You're gambling the entire mission on one broken soldier.

Not a gamble.

A certainty.

Callahan finishes what he starts.

You've got this, soldier.

Don't let them prove me wrong.

You saw him!

Where?

Repeat. Full lockdown in effect.

Suspect is at large inside the facility.

Teams A and B converge on lower levels.

Maintain formation.

Eyes open.

Target is armed and dangerous.

Hell's got better lighting and less uniforms than this.

Anya.

She's been added to the list.

Why is the door unlocked?

It's the wrong signature.

Where'd you get this form?

I got it at the...

You just killed two KRG officers.

If you run, they'll hang ten bodies just for not stopping you.

If I scream, I'm dead too, right?

If you scream, you're dead first.

Then what happens next?

I walk out of here with your coat.

And you forget you ever saw me.

You really think that's how this works?

You're already on the wrong side of the wall.

They'll find the bodies.

They'll find your name.

Then maybe I don't need your coat.

Maybe I just leave you right here.

Callahan heat tracking signature lost.

Callahan, come in.

Repeat, Callahan, do you copy?

We've lost him.

Pull the plug before this spirals.

Negative.

Could be a dead zone in the cell block.

His beacon's still active.

He's alive.

Alive or captured, you don't know.

And if they got him, this op is already compromised.

We cut our losses now.

No.

Not while he's still in play.

Callahan doesn't quit.

Comms or no comms.

If he's breathing, he's moving.

You're blinded by loyalty.

If he's taken, they'll use him.

They'll bleed him dry, turn him inside out, and the world will know exactly who

sent him.

Then we make damn sure he's not taken.

He'll finish the mission.

He always does.

This is your mess, Commander.

If he burns, it's on you, not me.

Callahan heat-tracking signature lost.

Go ahead.

You think you're the first man in Alcatraz to want to make me disappear?

I followed orders that make this look like mercy.

So if you want to shoot me, do it clean.

I had a brother.

His name was Luke.

He was four years young.

Always in trouble.

He used to sneak food out of the barracks and give it to the prisoners.

One day, he didn't come back.

They pulled me from the barracks and said there was a prisoner that was caught

by the ration.

I saw him kneeling in the dirt, a sack of food at his feet.

Steiner stood beside him.

He said, prove your loyalty.

Do your job.

They knew he was my brother, but they didn't care.

So I raised the rifle, and I did my job.

He was so young.

I did all I could for KRG.

Didn't blink.

Didn't speak.

Nothing's going to bring my brother back.

So if today's the day I die and go to hell, I might as well make it fun.

So this means you'll help me then?

That map you were looking at, I know the maintenance route.

I've signed transport forms.

I wasn't supposed to see.

Those are the places they take people when no one's watching.

Anya Turner, where is she?

If she was flagged, that means the hole.

Where is it?

If I show you, we're dead.

Hopefully you're ready to die today.

Death is going to have to wait.

Anya's got some information we need, and neither her nor I are dying until we

get it.

You're bleeding again.

Let me.

No.

What's wrong?

You never shake.

They're taking me.

Tonight.

Tell me it's not the hole.

No!

No, no, no, it's not possible.

Listen.

If I don't come back.

Stop it.

Listen, if I don't come back.

There's something in the yard.

Underneath the hinge.

Behind the crates.

Names.

Codes.

What are you talking about?

If it gets out, this place gets burned down.

Anya.

Listen.

Are you part of the insurgents?

No.

I didn't want you in this.

You lied to me.

I protected you, Zoe

They'll kill you.

And they'll kill me if they find out.

Please.

Listen.

Look.

If I don't come back.

Stop.

If I don't come back.

If I don't come back, you will.

You will.

You're going to get everything from the shed.

Get it to the transport.

And then you hand it to anyone of British stripes.

I can’t do this.

You can do this, okay?

You have got to do this, Zoya.

You have got to do this.

Okay.

Let's go.

I said let's go!

No, Anya!

Anya!

Enough.

We can't risk exposure.

If this leaks, the President disavows everything.

You, me, the entire chain of command.

We're already exposed.

KRG is running executions on federal soil under our nose.

You think Congress won't find that out on their own?

Congress doesn't matter.

Optics matter.

If Callahan gets pinned and this ties back, the fallout buries us before the

first headline hits.

You want optics?

Here's optics.

One witness dragged out alive testifying before the world that KRG turned

Alcatraz into a slaughterhouse.

That's how we win.

Or one rogue soldier with a kill record longer than a service file caught red

-handed proving we sanctioned a black op.

Which story do you think sticks?

I don't run missions by headline.

I run them to finish.

Callahan will deliver your witness, but only if you let me run this my way.

You're betting everything on a trigger-happy mercenary.

If he fails, he doesn't just die.

We all do.

Then pray he doesn't fail.

Stay sharp, Callahan.

The whole damn world is sitting on your shoulders.

This isn't a recon anymore.

Anya's being moved.

Once she goes into the hole, she's gone.

No records, no return, no rotation, nothing.

If we don't get to her in the next 24 hours, we never will.

You don't even know what a hole is.

But I know what they're not watching.

This section here.

Soft edges.

I've been watching them.

Guards cut corners.

Shift locks.

Don't match the patrols.

Dogs avoided.

Trained to avoid the waistlines.

The waistline?

Tunnels run under it.

If we drop inside the drainage channel, it spits us out by the back fence, the

far side of the island.

I've been watching that area.

I saw a bird sit on a wire.

Ten minutes.

It didn't fry because the electric fence isn't active.

That's our out.

That's suicide.

So is waiting.

So is doing nothing.

This is Alcatraz.

You don't survive it.

You only buy time inside it.

Anya is running out of time.

Even if we get to her, we're still inside.

Uniforms, guns, guards.

No clearance.

No way out.

We don't go out.

We hide inside the exit.

Every third shift, they rotate out the tool carts and the garbage bins.

But they don't check them.

I ride one in.

You ride one out.

We smuggle her out through the waistline.

Out.

Easy.

Undetected.

Outside.

You'll get caught.

Probably.

But I've seen how they respond to chaos around here.

I just need one good distraction.

Make it count.

And if it all falls apart?

Then I don't walk out.

But she does.

Then we don't sleep tonight.

Sleep is for the dead.

He's switching over outside right now.

What?

Closing over now?

Central, this is Unit 3.

We got a code 60 up here.

Two men are loose in here.

Guards are turning up dead.

And nobody's in cuffs.

You know what that makes us look like.

Weak.

And I don't run a weak house.

I want this shut down.

Lock the corridors.

Drag every shadow into the light.

And listen close.

Pick one.

Doesn't matter who.

Make an example of them.

Leave the body where everyone will see it.

I want fear in these halls before dawn.

Uh, well, please pick up what's left in the medical kit.

3245.

Okay, okay.

Uh, please put your tape.

This is it.

Watch out.

He's locked up.

Come on.

24182.

24982. Their supposed to be down in the kitchen for assignment.

Uh, prisoner, careful.

Uh, shadow, you're five.

Two of you, transfer.

Goddamn.

That's her?

That's 27312?

It's not her.

Not on me.

She switched numbers.

They switched her out.

If that's the case, where's Anya?

She's alive.

On your knees.

Hands where I can see them.

You're late for curfew.

Talk to me, Callahan.

Where are you?

Your fee is collapsing.

What the hell is happening down there?

Looks like they're jamming us.

He's underground, moving blind.

He's cut off.

Alone.

You set him into a grave.

No, you're not hearing me.

This is where he does his best work.

Alone is how Callahan hunts.

You call this hunting?

Because I call it suicide.

Pull him out before we lose everything.

Not an option.

He wanted the tunnels.

He's got them.

And if those blips are gone, it means he's clearing a path the only way he

knows how.

Stay alive, soldier.

You're not done yet.

Six months.

No infractions.

No complaints.

No calls for mercy.

No hunger strikes.

A model prisoner.

But today...

A single drop letter.

And a guard out of position.

And...

Here we are.

You know, there's an art to boredom.

When a system runs that long, without error, you can hear things.

Like when a machine's hum skips a beat.

Your block was quiet.

Till today.

I only open letters.

That's all I do.

Familiar song. But the notes sound off.

You know, when I was ten, I heard a machine skip a beat.

A factory press.

Just once.

One second out of rhythm.

Next morning...

Three men dead.

Crushed.

Because somebody missed a flaw.

You know...

I don't miss flaws.

Two rotations missing.

Two guards not where they should be.

And a prisoner.

flagged for trench duty somehow delayed.

Thermal heat signature tracking reactivated.

Sound monitoring restored.

Visual surveillance feeds stabilizing.

Remote override control is now back online.

Intake is two halls back.

He's not taking us there.

I know.

I got something that'll make you talk.

No, no, no, no!

You can't do this!

Please, please, please, please stop!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Stay here.

I don't take orders from you.

You'll take orders if you want to leave this hall breathing.

You want me to believe your internal affairs?

Let's see if Steiner believes you.

You don't run this past management.

You run this past me.

KRG headquarters is a long way from here.

What if he doesn't come back?

Then we kill whoever does.

Show me what you know.

Who are you working with?

I said no interruptions!

Apologies, sir, but internal affairs is crawling your floor.

Internal affairs?

Alcatraz?

Who?

E. Hauser.

His badge checks out.

Internal affairs is not in or without my clearance.

You brought him to my door.

Standard procedure, sir.

I thought.

Thought?

Your job is to follow orders, not think.

Get the inmate out of here.

Get this place cleaned up.

You know what internal affairs means here, don't you?

It means nothing.

You may be who you say.

You may be here to clean up a little rot.

You may be KRG's dog.

Or you may be something else.

Escort the girl back, you two.

Processing holds her until I say otherwise.

I'll be back.

You got it, boss.

You!

On your feet!

I thought we were dead.

We still might be.

We need to intercept her transport.

Now's our chance.

I'll accompany you.

Orders from Steiner.

And I'll come along to log the handoff.

Suit yourself.

Now!

What's going on?

Easy.

We're getting you out of here.

Trust me.

Out?

Insane!

You're insane!

You think killing a few guards is good enough to help us walk out?

I survived this long because I know better.

You survived because they didn't know who you are.

Now they do.

Anya Turner.

Whistleblower.

KRG insurgent smuggling classified intel out of Alcatraz.

They're moving at the waste.

Or worse.

They're clearing the decks.

Your cover's blown.

They haven't killed you yet.

There's a reason they're waiting.

Who sent you?

Washington.

Central Intelligence.

If I leave, the network dies.

The network's already gone.

Schedules changed.

Guards rotated.

Your last drop spooked them.

Then I just die here, like the rest!

If you die here, then nothing changes.

The world keeps turning its back on Alcatraz and all the crimes that are

happening here.

I smuggled enough intel.

They've got proof out.

Can't they just use that?

It's not enough.

Washington needs your testimony.

Testimony for what?

You think words can change this place?

They won't take out KRG without it.

Washington needs your testimony.

Washington demands a witness.

They need somebody who's seen it.

Okay?

With your testimony, this place comes down.

The agency, KRG, all of it.

I've risked my life for all these months.

Smuggled

Smuggled

Blueprints.

Orders.

Nothing changes.

Until now.

Zoya?

It's not gonna stop.

We have to finish this.

You smuggled tons of intel out of Alcatraz before.

This is exactly the same.

We just have to smuggle out one more piece.

The most important piece.

You.

For Zoya.

For all of it.

Attention all personnel.

Stop all prisoner transports immediately. Curfew is now in effect.

I repeat.

Curfew is now in effect.

Attention all personnel.

Stop all prisoner transports immediately. Curfew is now in effect.

I repeat. Curfew is now in effect.

Attention all personnel. Stop all prisoner transports immediately. Curfew is now in effect.

I repeat. Curfew is now in effect.

Wait here, Myers.

I'll check it out.

You're late for curfew. Hell of a place to get lost.

You on night patrol now?

Assigned direct from KRG AG.

Internal Affairs Division.

Cross-Division Purge.

And if you were clear, you'd already know.

We're watching officers, not prisoners.

Internal Affairs doesn't walk the barracks without KRG support.

I'm gonna string you up and strip your ass.

All units, be advised.

We have two guards on one prisoner in transport.

They've made him.

God damn it. I told you this would happen. He's compromised.

Pull him out now.

Negative!

Callahan knew the risk.

If they're hunting him, he'll go deeper.

We'll finish the job.

Finish the job?

They'll corner him, bleed him out, and parade his corpse on live feed.

That's not an asset.

That's a disaster waiting to bury us.

You think he scares that easy?

Callahan doesn't run from wolves.

He cuts the pack down one by one.

That's not a hunt.

That's an execution squad.

Then let's see who does the executing.

Keep moving, soldier.

Make them regret ever finding you.

Caught your fleas.

This one again.

The one who moves quite like a Central Intelligence Officer.

You are persistent.

And you've been busy, too.

Two guards dead.

Botched escape.

And you're constantly at the center of it all.

I've seen your kind before.

You like to play invisible, small, and harmless.

And you, my good victim, always watch.

Always wait.

You've made quite the career out of patience, haven't you?

Not many in this place can say that.

When KRG barks, when prisoners beg, you move.

You move when it matters.

While others stumble, you keep the wheels turning.

And while others lose their nerve, you find their weakness.

You've done what none of my other officers could.

You uncovered the rats.

The girl, the guard.

You uncovered it.

For that, you deserve gratitude.

Always happy to clean up your mess, sir.

But you interrupted me.

Well, I thought...

I told you not to think.

I told you to follow.

But you couldn't help yourself, could you?

You had to be the one who brought me the prize.

You stormed into my interrogation room, my floor, with your internal affairs

fairy tale.

But I let it slide.

I let you dance, Victor.

Then, girl, almost slipped your leash.

And two fake guards and a prisoner in a stolen coat walked straight out of

their cell block.

I don't reward mistake.

And I don't reward interruptions.

Shame.

I like Victor.

Throw them in the hole.

Let them stew.

I want the fleas starving before I burn the nest.

I'll enjoy breaking you properly.

Get up!

This op is on borrowed time.

If Callahan doesn't extract Turner in the next 30 minutes, we lose everything.

He's moving.

He's closing in.

Give him the window.

There is no window.

Every second he stays, KRG locks the net tighter.

Another hour, and we're not covering up a black site.

We're explaining a bloodbath to Congress.

He's too close to quit now.

You want your witness?

You'll have her.

But only if you stop breathing down my neck and let him finish.

You're gambling the entire mission on one broken soldier.

30 minutes, Commander, that's it.

After that, we erase Alcatraz with or without him.

Move, Callahan!

Move!

See how long you last.

That's all you got?

Let's try again.

It's just a flesh wound.

Thanks for this.

No!

No!

You betrayed me!

No!

I'm sorry!

It's your fault!

I'm sorry!

No!

You betrayed me!

Ah!

Ah!

It's your fault!

Ah!

Ah!

You'll die in here!

You’ll die in here!

I'm sorry!

You'll die in here!

Hey, hey.

Hey.

No.

No, no, Callahan.

Please, no more.

I can't.

I'm done.

Don't give up.

I made a promise.

I'm getting you out.

You son of a bitch.

Quiet.

You want to live, or you want to fight me?

We go together.

Funny.

You've been two steps ahead all night.

I know this layout.

This corridor gets us out of D-block, but we're still inside the compound.

You've got to cross the yard to the main gate, unless you've got a better way.

I don't think I can make it.

Fine.

We go together.

Stay tight.

This way.

Uh, Station 5.

Uh, Central, this is D-8.

You may be moving in.

Uh, E-5, this is Central.

We're going to do a scene exchange interruption.

Uh, E-5, this is D-8.

We're going to do block in the compound now.

E-Block, uh, closing over now.

Uh, Central, this is Unit 3.

We've got a Code 60, uh, roll back up here.

Side exits.

Utility routes.

Where?

Over here.

Let's go.

Attention All Personnel.

Stop all prisoner transports immediately.

Curfew is now in effect.

I repeat. Curfew is now in effect.

Attention All Personnel. Stop all prisoner transports immediately.

Curfew is now in effect. I repeat.

This gets us clear of D-block. - But we're still inside.

Let's go.

241852, 24982

Their suppose to be done in the kitchen for assignment.

Hold still, guys.

Let me see if this goes to the exit

Brenner,

this place smells worse than your cheap suits.

I think I see the exit, guys.

Come on.

I can't make it.

I can't move.

Keep moving.

No stops.

If she collapses in the open, it's over.

We'll all die out there.

What about the infirmary?

There's a supply station, medical kit, morphine, enough to keep her running.

Take us there. Now!

60 meters.

No guard.

I know the way.

You should have just left me.

Not my style.

You still with me?

Yeah.

That's enough.

Hold still.

I was kicked the ribs.

Better than dead.

Just enough to keep you upright.

When that shot kicks in, we move.

No second guesses.

Stay with me, okay?

I'm gonna get you out of here, I promise.

I'm gonna check the perimeter.

Make sure it's safe to move out.

You're lucky he found you.

In about another hour, you'd be bleeding out in a ditch.

All unit?

All clear.

You were fast.

Almost too fast.

Something bothering you, Meyer?

No.

Not much bothers me anymore.

You learn to shut it off in places like this.

Funny, is it?

You walk these halls every day.

See the same faces die.

But one face sticks.

Anya Turner, the one you came for.

John Carter from Virginia.

That disguise barely lasted a day.

But Jack Callahan, the American with a dead family.

That's who you really are.

Careful.

Margo.

That was her name, wasn't it?

Your wife?

You know the hardest part?

It wasn't pulling the trigger.

It was forgetting her fate.

Now, tell me!

Where's my son?

That's not my story to tell.

You're his, straight from Steiner.

The KRG hint.

Should've left me where I was, Jack.

That's it.

Pull the plug.

Terminate the op before this turns into a funeral.

Not happening.

He's still in play.

This isn't a debate.

That's a direct order.

Shut it down.

You want it shut down?

Send someone else to do it.

Because I won't.

You'll lose your post.

You'll lose everything.

I'd rather lose my post than lose my man.

Callahan stays in until he brings her out.

That's the mission.

You just signed your own court-martial.

Then so be it.

Jack Callahan.

Did you really think you'd walk right out of my door?

Figured it was worth a try.

Drop it.

Or I'll shoot the girl first.

Jack Callahan.

You know this thing about ghosts?

They follow you every step.

Berlin.

Your wife.

Your son.

What did you do to my son?

I shot him right between the eyes.

After I made him beg for you.

KRG has never been the tolerant of insurgents.

But you know this, Jack.

You've been a thorn in my side long enough.

Goodbye, Jack.

Not today.

Meyers?!?

I was never your dog.

Want to dance like the devil?

Get ready to burn in hell.

Didn't see that coming.

Let's go.

Let's go.

That's a trap.

They boxed them in.

Pull now.

Negative.

We break cover, we burn the mission.

He's got to slip it himself.

Slip it?

He's surrounded.

You're gambling a witness, a soldier, and his entire op on blind faith.

Not blind.

Callahan's made it out of worse.

This has to be the dead spot.

Birds don't perch on a live wire. Hold still.

We’re out of time. Go!

Signal's unstable.

He's finished.

Pull extraction now.

Negative.

Hold extraction.

Do not intervene.

Give him the window.

One more push.

Are we clear?

We're almost through the gate.

Callahan has escaped the compound with the target, Anya Turner.

The ferry is on standby for pickup from the extraction point.

You're telling me he's clear

with the girl?

That's right.

He pulled her out against every odd you stacked against him.

I didn't think he would last ten minutes in there.

Then you don't know Callahan.

He doesn't quit.

Not when lives are on the line.

You just gambled your career, your command.

Making this entire government of one man.

And he delivered.

That witness is alive because of him.

You've got your proof.

Now the world gets to hear it.

I'll be damned.

Did I do it?

No.

He always does it.

That's the difference.

All right, Congress.

Callahan has done it.

The witness has been secured.

The evidence recovered from Alcatraz confirms years of covert operations under

Keystone Response Group, also known as the KRG.

Executions, cover-ups, manipulation of justice.

Tonight, Congress, we hold the proof.

And the world will finally see the mask ripped off the KRG.

Our hands are clean and the witness testimony is on record.

They executed prisoners without trial.

The torture for intel that never existed.

And when the bodies piled too high, who buried them under Alcatraz?

They didn't protect the innocent.

They silenced them.

The world deserves to know the truth.

That's our sworn statement.

It's on record.

So it's done.

It's done.

They're finished.

The contract's void.

The shell core dissolved.

Alcatraz is scrubbed from the books.

Then I'm sure our man can rest easy now knowing Alcatraz is done.

Later, Commander.

Goodbye, Chief.

After weeks of investigation, officials confirm that the KRG has been

dismantled.

The facility at Alcatraz has been repurposed under new oversight.

You're here to tell me it was all for nothing?

No.

It wasn't all for nothing.

It's done.

Anya testified two days ago.

Everything that she gave us.

Names, orders, blueprints.

It all held up.

Washington can no longer ignore it.

The KRG has been completely dismantled and they're seizing their headquarters

right now as we speak.

And Alcatraz?

One step at a time.

You did what nobody else ever has, Jack.

You escaped Alcatraz Island.

And brought back the witch.

I can't guarantee that it'll make everything right.

Definitely can't.

One black ops prison.

One corrupt government.

Still feels like we're losing.

Wars aren't always about winning, my friend.

Sometimes they're just about surviving.

So what's next?

Are you really asking?

No.

Not really.

Take care of yourself, Jack.

Brenner.

Careful.

You're starting to sound like a give a damn.

Intelligence confirms they moved everything offshore before the raid.

Alcatraz was only a mask.

The real operation is still running.

I repeat, KRG is still in operation.

Escape Alcatraz.

We got it.

Escape Alcatraz.