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Move! Move!

I don't oppose war.

What I do oppose is a dumb war.

This government does not torture people.

Aggression is defeated. The war is over.

Do you realize that, in this whole century,

the people of America have not had

a full generation of peace?

Our homes, our Nation,

all the things we believe in are in great danger.

Remember the character of the onslaught against us.

We will gain the inevitable triumph,

so help us God.

Doctor...

Today will be a good day.

You were such a good boy.

Was I a good boy...

...my pearl?

Your carriage is waiting.

Mmm.

Goddammit.

Shit.

Shut the fuck up!

Turn the fucking bike off or you're under arrest!

What?

Turn the fucking engine off, you little shit!

- I can't hear you, man! - He can't hear you!

I work the night shift!

You know what that's like? I need my fucking sleep!

Hey!

Kill it.

I gotta have my fucking eight hours!

God damn it! This fucking shithole!

Fuck!

Hey, um...

Celeste, um...

I'm just gonna be a little bit late on the rent this month.

Really?

Yeah, you know the situation with my cunt wife, right?

No, I don't.

That bitch took my premium bonsais.

She locked them in the shed.

I had a buyer all lined up. I would have been flush.

I'm really sorry

that you're dealing with cunt wife difficulties.

You still got to pay your rent, though.

I'm only the on-site manager. If you can't pay,

take it up with the higher-ups.

Yeah, but you could talk to them.

Tell them I'm good for it, you know? I'm law enforcement.

Just pay your damn rent.

Oh, fuck!

Puta madre.

Mierda.

Oh, shit.

All right, Daisy Jane.

You got your ocean sounds all packed up?

Mmm-hmm.

I want you to behave yourself this weekend, okay?

- All right. - Be good for Mommy.

Remember, raise your words, not your voice.

Rain grows flowers...

Not thunder.

That's it.

Hi, bubby.

- Hi! - Hi!

- Hi. - Hmm.

What happened to your hair?

Sharon cut my bangs for me.

Mmm-hmm.

- Well, it looks really pretty. - Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

What are you doing here? It's not my weekend.

You don't check your texts?

I've been trying to reach you all morning.

Well, unlike you, I'm not on my phone 24/7.

I was target shooting.

- Target shooting? - Yeah.

Still got that M16?

No. You know I'm legally prohibited

of owning a selective fire weapon

with a high-capacity mag.

Look, I got an emergency meeting.

I got a flight to catch in, like, an hour.

We couldn't get a sitter,

and Sharon's busy at work, so...

Sharon.

Hey.

Sharon.

You're up, Mom.

Hey, bubba, I'm gonna have a little chat with your dad.

Do you want to go inside and put your stuff down?

Sure.

- You got it? - I got it.

You can't just fucking spring her on me like this.

Spring, spring... She's your daughter.

I know, but...

Not some problem that you gotta solve.

I don't think... Why do you...

You know, I'm not getting into it.

I'm just... I'm not getting into it.

I'm fucking talking to you, dude.

All I'm fucking saying is two days would have been nice.

A day would have been nice.

A week would have been nice!

Not a fucking morning!

I want you to imagine

that you're breathing deeply with the waves.

Experience this with all five senses.

...an hour before you fucking showed up here!

Smell the ocean breeze.

Two fuckin' hours... Hear the crashing...

Five times five is 25.

Six times five is 30.

Seven times five is...

...got the news like last week myself.

And I'm not gonna change my entire plan...

You're talking about taking my daughter away

across the fucking country and, if that's what you think,

you better have another thought in mind.

You know what? I thought that we could keep this civil.

I don't give a fuck. I'm civil.

But I forgot, Celeste doesn't do civility.

You're talking about taking my child!

You know what? My lawyers are pretty confident

that the district court is gonna rule in our favor.

- You got a fucking lawyer... - If it comes to that

- ...before you talked to me? - If it comes to that.

- Jesus Christ! - Oh, my God.

I have to do my due diligence here.

You're such a piece of shit.

You are such a piece of shit!

You know you could move too, right?

I mean, how long has it been here, Celeste?

You told me it'd be a couple months.

It was temporary.

That was four or five years ago. What?

I like it here.

- I feel good here. It's safe. - Yeah.

You need to get over your shit, soldier.

Fuck you!

Oh, you got scared from a little "fuck you"?

Well, guess what?

I got a better fucking lawyer than you do!

Yeah, that's right. You heard that right.

Guess what? You're a fucking coward!

Fuck you! Behave like you always fucking do,

you motherfucker!

Hey!

You're not taking my daughter away!

Dr. Kammler, would you mind not smoking

while the subject's brain is exposed?

It's not a hospital...

The Pryapis team are en route, two hours out.

- You will be ready? - Yes.

But I must again state my objections.

We haven't tested enough to know

how the nervous systems could respond...

Your objections are duly noted,

but it is time to show our results.

Progress does not crawl on its belly like the worm.

Finish with him and prepare the other subjects.

Yes.

The storm is here,

the savage seas skip ashore,

to crush thick dams.

Allow your body to rest

and your spirit to soar.

Oh, no, bubba.

You don't... You don't have to do that.

I can just do that later.

It's fine. I'm almost done.

All right.

Mmm. I didn't really know you were coming,

so I've got ramen.

What's this?

I've got Garbanzo beans. Those are healthy, right?

You hungry?

No. No, thank you, ma'am.

You know you don't have to call me "ma'am."

Just call me "Mom" or "Mommy" or "Mama."

Does Sharon make you call her "ma'am"?

Dad says it's proper manners.

All right. Well, I'm gonna talk to your dad about that.

- Come on. We're going outside. - Okay.

This is a real-world exercise.

Live ammunition will be in play.

Medical teams are on standby.

Injuries should be expected.

Mr. Baylor. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Dr. Kammler!

It's been a while.

You're looking...

well.

How's your wife, FrauKammler?

She is well.

Thank you for asking.

Follow me, please.

Please allow me to make proper introductions.

This specialist was the subject of a famous trial.

He killed 17 civilians in a village square in Yemen.

He was weeping as he slaughtered them.

His fellow soldiers gave him a mocking nickname:

The Crybaby.

This Marine was shot 48 times.

His survival earned him the moniker:

The Cockroach.

This last soldier you will surely be aware of,

by the name the western media awarded him for his murders:

The Butcher of Kehra.

He was a hand-to-hand combat instructor,

very popular among the soldiers

before he was shot in battle.

He made a physical recovery,

but his mind was never the same.

These men no longer feel pain.

They can manipulate their own heart rate.

They can tighten their muscles to prevent bullet penetration.

And once they begin killing,

they will not stop until their programming is deactivated.

Or until there is no one left in their path alive.

They are the human equivalent of a heat-seeking missile.

The perfect soldier.

Every fighter has a breaking point.

Yeah, correct.

There remains a limit to their minds.

If they are deployed for more than one hour...

...according to estimation,

...their control weakens.

They may lose their military precision.

What you are witnessing here, Mr. Baylor,

is a work in progress.

Naturally, I would like more time.

It's pencils down, Dr. Kammler.

New theaters of combat are emerging that we need to fill.

The board wants results.

Now.

And so do I.

Quite so.

Hey, Daisy!

Hi!

Go.

Some for you, you little tree.

- Oh, there she is. - Hi.

So how's your kid?

Why don't you go ask her yourself?

This is the second time that Black Hawk

has gone over us today.

Plus the usual morning chopper.

You know, that's a real sign of mental health

for us veterans.

Keeping track of every chopper that flies by.

All I'm saying is that they're up to something

in the desert north of here.

Some kind of secret base or some shit.

I don't know, but I don't fucking like it.

Weren't you in Vietnam?

Shouldn't you be more fucking paranoid?

Come on!

Whoa, what has got you in such a good mood?

You look like somebody just spit in your socks.

Her asshole dad just sprung her on me,

talking about how he's gonna relocate

with her or something...

Can he do that?

I don't know.

You got a lawyer?

Nope.

So what's keeping you here

with the rest of us losers anyway?

Maybe I just prefer it here.

I can see how that might be.

God damn it! Can't anything go fucking right today?

- Fuck! - Anything I can do to help?

No.

Not unless you have some 10-gauge stranded wire.

How much you need?

Like... five feet or so.

Well, I don't entirely know what that is.

But they ought to have some out at the truck stop.

Oh, and could you get me a pack of Stampedes

while you're out there?

I'll pay you back.

Always hustling, huh?

Those things are gonna kill you.

Yeah, maybe.

All right, I'll get you some.

I gotta get this kid some food anyways.

I'm winning Best Mom of the Year award.

The fuck is this?

Modern art?

Dazzle camouflage from a Navy experiment.

It conditions our subjects' ocular reflexes.

Start the experiment.

Doctor.

Are you certain-

Now, if you please.

Yes.

Activating our subjects.

All personnel, clear the area.

Chemical gas...

to make things a little more interesting.

We got masks.

We'll be fine.

Yes.

And my men will be holding their breath.

Please proceed.

Commencing experiment...

...now.

All right, Doctor...

let's see what your pervert squad can do.

No! No!

They're targeting the lights.

Yes.

They can see better in the dark.

I've seen enough.

You can shut them down.

We cannot deactivate our subjects

until all the targets have been eliminated.

I said, shut them down!

The Butcher.

He's in cardiac arrest.

What's the matter with him? Loss of blood?

No, Doctor, look, it's all of them.

They're all dead?

Could it be shock?

Aortic aneurysms due to lack of oxygen?

I need to revive one to do a brain scan.

Yeah, use the defibrillator.

They're all dead!

What the fuck am I supposed to tell the board?

You just ate shit, Doctor!

My pearl...

It is done...

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

- Hey, Celeste! - Hi!

Is it the first of the month already?

Oh, cut the shit, it's the eighth.

Ah, shit.

I'll get my checkbook. I'll be right back.

Excuse me, sir.

You're on the clock.

I'll have to reschedule.

You interrupted a recreational evening.

Where am I going?

Pardon the intrusion,

but you're our only operative in the area.

We received a Code Alpha distress signal

at our testing facility outside Moriarty.

I wasn't aware we had a facility near Moriarty.

Details of its operations

are highly classified and have been scrubbed

from our database.

However, we know the facility has been occupied

by a private military contractor

for the past six years.

Your job is clean up and concealment,

strictly janitorial.

Are you sober, Cyrus?

I took 100 milligrams of pure MDMA

approximately 30 minutes ago.

It won't affect my performance,

but I'll ingest some protein when I can.

How many bodies?

We have no definitive estimate.

You'll be first on scene.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Wanna come in with me?

- No, I'll wait here. - Okay.

Don't talk to strangers.

You can't pay for that.

Hey, Celeste.

How you doing? Fine.

Can I get a pack of Stampedes?

Sure.

I got burritos, I got beef jerky.

We are all good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sorry.

Here, I'll help you.

You know, you can call me whatever you want.

I just hate the fact that you feel like you have to be

so formal all the time.

What does "formal" mean?

Formal is what grown-ups do so other grown-ups like them.

Motherfucker.

- Damn it, Arlo. - Sorry, babe.

- Dumbass. - I need a refill.

No more free refills.

Yeah, yeah.

No!

♪ I'm glad I'm me

♪ I'm me

Attention all highway units.

We have a report of possible shots fired

outside the Moriarty truck stop, Route 149.

No suspect description at this time.

Responding units, proceed with caution.

No. No, no, no, no. No. What are you doing?

It's a burrito. You eat a burrito with your hands.

Like this.

Try it.

Big bite.

It's messy.

Animals don't eat with a fork and a knife.

- Right? - Mmm-hmm.

Have you seen a dog eat with a fork and a knife? No.

They just grab the food and go...

Take another.

We're animals too.

That's my girl.

Are you sober, Cyrus?

Are you sober, Cyrus?

Cyrus...

Help me...

Hey, Cyrus...

Beautiful.

Sir.

Are you okay?

Don't ever ask me that again.

What is this facility?

Probably military research. The base was built by the army

and vacated after the World War.

We're through!

About fucking time.

Once they were cleared out,

the Pentagon started leasing the base

for defense private contractor projects.

Minimal oversight. That's where we're at now.

Got it.

Here you go, bubba. Get in.

There.

Dad says we're moving away.

He told you that?

No.

But I heard him and Sharon talking.

Hmm.

Do you want to hear a story?

Sure.

All right, well, it was back when I was in the army.

And we were stationed in this hotel.

These guys from this other platoon

thought it would be a good idea

to have an amateur boxing match.

And one of those guys...

challenged me to a fight.

Why did he want to fight you?

I don't know.

Maybe... he wanted to look big.

And I think he thought

I wasn't gonna go through with it.

But you know your mama.

Of course I was gonna go through with it.

We'll finish this another time.

Te quiero.

We've got six private contractors,

counting the guy in the doorway.

The rest of the bodies seem to be ours.

I've got ID on all, except one.

Him?

"My honor is loyalty."

Who is he?

He was bad news for us.

Name's Hans Kammler.

He was third generation Paperclip.

His early experiments earned him

a European Union arrest warrant

for violations against humanity.

Officially, he's been dead six years.

He's definitely dead now.

If he was running this experiment,

the priority is search and destroy.

This facility's secure. We'll clean it up later.

I want all of our resources directed towards containment.

Yes.

Local dispatch just got a call reporting

possible gunfire at a truck stop.

We passed it driving in.

Shut down the surrounding roads.

Shut down all entrances to the truck stop.

Yes.

You have my deepest condolences, Frau Kammler.

Danke.

Now, would you mind telling me

what I'm up against tonight?

War is needed to keep the populace obeisant.

But prolonged exposure breaks the mind.

My husband's great dream...

and that of his ancestors

was to resolve that conflict.

To create an ideal combatant.

Super soldiers.

We set out to create

a military faction without conscience,

to be deployed against the domestic populace.

The average infantry soldier may hesitate

to kill his own countrymen,

but these men are conditioned to kill

until they are stopped.

That is all they know.

Do you have any practical advice for engagement?

Do not engage.

Your orders come directly from me now.

Your superiors have been notified.

We have the unexpected opportunity

to observe these subjects

outside the boundaries of our control.

Record your findings.

Cover our tracks.

Anything else?

Use your best judgment.

The work must survive.

Oh, goddammit... it's cold out here!

Oh, son of a holy bitch!

Motherfucker.

Ooh!

Where are you going?

Go to your room.

Get under the bed. Now!

Wrong trailer park, motherfucker!

Mom!

- No! - Mom!

- Mom! - Get back!

Go back inside!

Go inside! Inside!

- You okay? - Yeah. Yeah. Yes, I am.

- I'm fine, I'm fine. - You're good?

Help me turn off the lights, baby.

What is going on?

Stay with me, okay? Okay!

Excuse me.

May I come inside, please?

Uh... One second, bubba.

I just gotta clean this really small cut

that's just bleeding a lot.

I'm scared, Mom.

I know. Just stay right by the door, okay?

Okay.

I'm coming out now, okay?

- Yeah. - Don't be scared.

There's a lot of blood.

I know, I know. Baby, I know, I know.

I know.

I'm okay.

- You promise? - I promise.

From now on, I need you to stay right next to me, okay?

- Okay. - Now come with me.

Mommy needs to get her guns.

Stay with me, okay?

Run! Run!

Run, baby! Run! Run, baby!

Stay back!

Come here, baby. I'll take you out the window.

I'll be right behind you, okay? Come, come!

You okay?

Come on, I got you!

Get your asses over here!

Run, baby, run!

Run! Stay with me, stay with me!

Go, go, go, go!

Get down, get down, get down!

Okay. Mommy's got you, okay? You're gonna be okay.

I promise. Everything's gonna be okay.

Hey, how bad is that eye?

It's fine. I got another one.

You got another weapon?

Here. Take this.

How many rounds? Five.

- Five? - Plus three shotgun shells.

- And you have no other guns? - No.

I'm not a gun-loony like you.

Oh, I'm the loony. Bet you wish we could get

to my stash now, old man. Now what?

Phones are all down. Cell phone and my landline.

- You see anything? - No, nothing's moving.

Who the hell are these guys? What do they want?

I don't know.

They're operating like a military unit.

If they're silent, it means that

they're waiting or planning another fucking attack.

You reckon some army experiment got loose?

Yes, probably from that fucking base I told you about.

I knew it.

Figures.

They just can't stop fucking with us vets.

Sir.

We have a survivor.

Help me...

That's why we're here, sir. Don't be afraid.

What caliber are we using for this?

...45.

Let's make sure everyone else here is fully dead

before they start the fire.

Hey, no, no, no.

You are not smoking in front of my child.

Hmm.

Hi, baby.

- You okay? - Mmm-hmm.

- Hey, you know what? - Hmm?

I just realized I never finished my story.

- You never did... - Do you want to hear it?

- Mmm-hmm. - Yeah. Okay, so...

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

It was the day of the fight.

And the guy I was fighting,

he was being all cocky,

dancing around, talking a bunch of stuff.

The bell rings.

And before he can throw a single punch, guess what?

Hmm?

Your mom kicked him right in the balls.

Then he just goes "boom,"

down to the floor.

Well, what happened to him after the fight?

Um...

I saw him one last time out there.

He got hurt real bad.

And then I got injured, so...

no rematch.

So you know what?

Never pick a fight with someone

that's got more to lose than you do.

Hey, bubba.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Try to cover your ears. - Why?

I'm just gonna say a lot of bad words, okay?

Cover them. Good girl.

Hey, old man?

If anything happens to me,

make sure she gets to her dad, okay?

He's a fucking asshole, but...

he's a good father.

Okay.

And if anything happens to me,

I got a couple of library books

that are a few years overdue.

If you could get those back for me,

I would appreciate it.

Okay, deal.

Okay, bubba. Bubba!

You filled up that generator?

- Hey! - Shh. You hear that?

Hey!

What the fuck's going on? Is anyone alive in there?

The fuck is he yapping about?

Listen. I got a radio in the car.

It's in the driveway.

Someone could go out there and call for help.

Do I need the keys?

No, it's open. Just hit the button.

I would go out there, but I twisted my ankle.

This fucking guy.

I mean, it's pretty quiet out there.

It's not that far. You think I should do it?

I don't know.

- It's risky. - It's pretty close.

I could hobble out there if you need me.

Get back! Get back!

Shit, that's tear gas!

Cover your mouth, cover your nose!

Run, baby!

- Run! - Go! Get her out of here!

I'll hold him off!

- Go! - Go, baby!

You okay, baby? You good?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Bubba, run! Run!

Run, baby, run!

Over here!

Run!

Get to the house, baby!

Go, go!

- You okay? Yeah? You good? - Yeah.

I don't fucking understand! I shot him like a dozen times.

Oh, baby.

- Is she hurt? - No, she's fine.

Probably just a little trauma, but she'll grow out of it.

- All right? - Mm-hmm.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Okay. - Is that your only gun?

Oh!

Stay back! Stay behind me.

Hey! It's me! Open the door!

- Hey! Let me in! - Josiah!

Let me in!

Fuck, he's hurt! Hold that!

Come in, come in, come in!

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Here, I got you.

That creepy bastard nicked me pretty good.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, I need a towel.

All right, um... What size?

I don't fucking know. A fucking towel!

Fuck.

Here. Hold that.

Hold that. Hold that tight.

It's just a little scratch.

Yeah, okay, baby. It's just a scratch.

Yeah, just a scratch.

We can't stay in here long.

You're right. Hold the pressure, okay?

They have military training.

They're gonna smoke us out again.

You're gonna be okay, Josiah.

What the hell are we gonna do?

Well, we need a fucking plan.

Cover yourself!

Motherfuckers!

Shit...

Okay, okay! Someone with some fucking cojones

has to make a run for my cruiser, use the radio

and call for some fucking backup.

You got the cojones. You go.

No, mamacita. I'm talking about

some mucho grande cojones for this.

It's time for you to grow grande cojones, dude.

All right. Okay.

- I'll fucking do it. - What about your ankle?

Yeah, it's a little bit better, thank you.

- Can you fucking go? - Yeah. How many

bullets you got left in that thing?

- About two. - All right,

I'm gonna go for it.

You guys get your asses in my car

and we'll get the fuck out of here, all right?

Jesus fucking Christ, just go!

- Go! - Fuck!

Okay!

Hey.

You're a shit fucking neighbor,

but you're a good man.

I got you.

Oh, fuck! Fuck!

Oh, God!

Fuck.

That's your last bullet.

Yeah, Mommy knows that.

Come on, baby. You got this.

Come on.

You blew that motherfucker's brains out.

Fuck! What the fuck?

Fuck!

Uh, yeah, uh...

This is Kovacks to base. Uh...

We got a shooting over here at the Windy Oasis Trailer Park.

We need everyone you got. We need everyone fucking now!

Hey, he's coming. You ready, Josiah?

Oh, my God! I ran over a man!

- Hey. - Josiah?

Come on, let's go. Come on.

I'm okay.

I just need to rest.

For a few...

Come on, old fool.

Don't do this to me.

Come on!

Come on.

Josiah.

Hey!

Come on!

Get in! Come on!

Go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Bye, bitch!

Mom?

Mom!

Daisy!

Over here!

Run, baby! Get behind the truck, now!

No fucking way.

I saw you die.

Oh, you fucked with the wrong mom.

Come on, you little bitch!

Mommy!

It's okay, Mommy. It's okay now.

We're okay.

Shit.

Josiah!

You just don't quit, do you, old man?

You neither, I reckon.

Kovacks?

Damn.

Stay with Josiah.

Okay.

Hey.

He needs some help.

You look like you could use

some medical attention yourself, ma'am.

I'm fine. Do him first.

What the fuck? Get the... Get the fuck out of here.

Are you the only survivors?

The three of us. Yes.

Hmm.

You did that?

Who the fuck are you?

Your government, ma'am.

For reasons related to national security,

you now have a couple of options.

One is that we can comfortably relocate

you and your... your daughter

once you agree to a set of binding nondisclosure terms.

What's my other option?

Not as good.

Who were they, anyway?

Domestic terrorists.

Bullshit.

Yeah...

Would you...

consider some advice, ma'am?

Do I look like I need some?

Don't ask too many questions.

The best thing for you and your daughter would be

to forget that last night ever happened.

I don't think I can do that.

Then fake it.

Pretend. But don't ever break character.

Excuse me.

This was all very unfortunate.

Yes, ma'am.

But in loss, opportunity.

The program has been tested in a civilian environment.

We must not let those results to go to waste.

No, ma'am.

What about the witnesses?

We must not let them go to waste either.

Put them somewhere safe for now.

Somewhere they can be watched.

Yes, ma'am.

I think Mommy is ready for a move.