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- The door, get the door!

The door, the door!

Get the door!

Fuck the door. Get down, get down!

Vehicle perimeter sealed.

- How bad are you hit?

- Oh shit. Mr. President.

Are you okay? You hit?

- I'm all right, don't worry about me.

- I need to secure you.

I need to make sure that-

- You need to sit back.

You've been hit. All right?

I'm usually sittin' back there where you are.

I've never driven this thing.

- You're not really to be the one driving, sir.

- Yeah, well, it didn't work out that way.

- I need to-

- You need to sit back like I told you.

I need you to breathe for me, son, okay? Breathe.

Uh, Craig, right?

No, no, no, no, I saw Craig go down.

You're, um...

- Taft, sir. Sir, I'm a- - Taft, Taft, Taft.

That's right, Taft.

Look, Taft, let's check out your wound, okay?

Inspect it and assess the severity of it.

- Wound, sir, it's in my shoulder.

But sir, are you hit?

- No, no, I just told you I am fine.

Let's get you sorted, all right?

So what do you need?

- Med kit's supposed to be around here.

- Med kit, it should be under the seat back there.

All right? You need help locating it?

- No, no, no, sir. I can reach it.

- Hang on.

How do I answer these guys?

You know how to work this thing?

- I can point it out to you.

- Don't move! You'll just make yourself worse.

Talk me through it.

- It's the second underneath the wheel.

- Ah, I got it.

You just locate that kit, all right?

- Do you copy, Stagecoach?

Repeat, is the principal on board?

- Yeah, it's me!

- Identification, please.

- It's me, Paladin.

- Paladin, please confirm identity.

- It's me, Paladin, Oscar, the President.

- Please provide

identity clearance number, Paladin.

- Identity number? That I said it's...

I don't have my ID card on me.

It's at the White House.

- Sir. - Hang on.

- Sir, it looks like we've regained backup, sir.

- This is imperative protocol, Paladin.

We need to establish integrity.

- It's Paladin. Who am I talking to?

- We cannot proceed

without confirming your identity, sir.

- Listen to me. We were attacked.

There are people dead.

I'm behind the wheel, there's a man bleeding out

behind me on the back seat.

I think my current situation supersedes any protocol.

You got that?

Now, tell me what I need to do.

Stop wasting my time.

Oh, for Christ's sake. Fuck me.

Butter pecan. It's my favourite ice cream, okay?

Rosa's is vanilla.

My favourite is butter pecan from that place in Portland.

There are four pints of it in the refrigerator right now.

There's a Colson Whitehead novel

that I just finished reading.

Should be on the desk in the Oval Office.

My loafers, my most comfortable loafers

that I wear when I don't have any meetings,

they're in there.

They're navy blue. What? - Sir, sir, my apologies.

This is command for Mission Control.

We have you now.

- Is that what I call you, Command?

- Sir, if you prefer an alternate moniker-

- No, Command is fine.

Command, tell me. - Sir, sir.

- I need some guidance.

- Sir, we have you. We got you.

I need you to maintain your direction of speed and travel.

Okay, you are en route to Argo 1.

You are approximately 10 minutes out.

- Is Rosa there already?

- Sir, FLOTUS is presently

at the Hotel Continental.

She is awaiting extraction.

We are in the process of scheduling that extraction now.

- What's that mean?

- Sir, we are currently awaiting clearance

to move her.

- What does that mean? What's happening there?

- Currently unknown.

- You don't know?

- We don't know for certain.

- Well, what do you know?

- There have been reports of hostile movement-

- At the hotel? What?

- All over the city of Madrid.

- What in the hell is going on out there?

Who is attacking us?

- We don't know.

- You don't know?

- We don't know for certain, sir

- Well, what can you tell me with a certainty?

- Intel is scattershot at the moment.

All we know is that there was a formidable assault

all of a sudden. - No shit.

- Its full scope and intricacy is not yet known,

but it was extremely methodical, purposeful, and lethal.

- For what?

- Sir? - What purpose?

- It appears that it was a categorical attack

on the American president.

- Really? - Yes, sir.

However, there are numerous

incoming reports and chatters - Fuck.

- suggesting that it was- - Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Hey, what's going on back there?

You locate that kit?

- I got it right here, sir.

- All right, you know what to do

or you need help from me?

- It's, uh, it's fine, fine, sir.

I just need a minute. - It's all right.

You take your time.

- But my side's going numb.

- You heard the man.

We're going to be at Argo 1 in 10 minutes.

- Okay. - No, less than that.

What's our ETA?

- T-minus seven minutes.

- You hear that?

Seven minutes, you're gonna to be hopped up on morphine,

they're gonna be fixin' you up.

- I'm hangin' in there, sir. - T-minus seven and counting.

I'm here with you.

All right, tell me. How do you feel right now?

- Like hammered shit, sir.

Sorry, sir.

- Ah, don't apologise, you're hurtin'.

You know, it's okay.

It's okay, you're in pain. You feelin' pain?

- That's affirmative, sir. Like a motherfucker.

- Good! Good.

As long as you're feelin' pain,

you're not going hypovolemic on me, all right?

That is good.

Look, just keep pressure on that wound.

It doesn't matter if it soaks through.

- It, it, it, it's soakin' through, sir.

It's soaked. - Well, don't pay attention

to that, just keep pressin' it, okay?

- Fuckin' soaked.

Should I keep it elevated or somethin' to stop the flow?

'Cause it's just fuckin' flowin'.

- No, no, no, you can't keep it elevated.

We can't do that now.

Just stop thinkin' about it, and do not look at it.

Do not look at the wound!

- Fuck, it's a lotta blood.

- Eyes on me! - Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Taft, eyes on me! - Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!

- Sir, right now you are engaged in a direct fire!

Direct hit.

- Fuck!

Get out, sir.

I need you to get out of here.

- Taft. Taft?

Taft!

No!

- Do not stay stationary, sir.

You must stay on course and keep moving

while they attempt diversion.

- I'm going. I'm movin'.

Fuck!

- Where am I?

- You're in the car with me, Taft.

- Isn't happening.

- Taft, Taft, Taft.

- You're going the wrong way, sir.

Please revert to the designated route.

- The designated route is compromised.

- Shift course, sir, immediately.

You should be heading eastward.

- East? Shit, I'm all turned around.

- You're currently facing north.

- All right, all right, just tell me which way to go.

Left or right?

Just say left or right.

- Right, sir.

- Right. - Go right!

Next right, sir.

- I just made a right. Make another one?

- Yes, sir. Go right.

- Another right. - Another right.

Right, sir. Go right.

- Oh shit.

They're fuckin' everywhere.

You seein' this? - Yeah, I am.

What in the hell?

What the...

- Sir.

- Jesus Christ.

Command? - Mr. President.

- Get us out of here right now.

- Sir, maintain direction and proceed.

- Fuckin' civilians - No, I can't.

- everywhere. - No, I can't do that.

- Just keep moving forward, sir.

You cannot veer off course. - No, goddamn it,

there are people out here!

People, women, children.

- Mr. President, sir,

this is the quickest and safest route.

- No, it's not safe for them!

- I understand, sir.

With the advance party,

they assessed all the viable routes pre-arrival

and designated this area as the quickest and safest option.

- No!

- Look out, look out, look out!

- Sir.

- No!

- You are diverting off track, sir.

Please, please revert to the designated safe route.

- I see an industrial lot about two blocks north.

- That route has not been cleared.

- Well, that's where I'm headed.

- Sir, you are absolutely not to divert off track.

- I beg your pardon?

- You are the priority now.

- Is that an order? - Direction, sir.

Your security detail-

- My security is bleeding out in the backseat.

- We are fully responsible for your life, sir,

for directing you towards the proper decisions.

- Oh, decisions that you're making.

- It's standard protocol, sir.

- There is no standard protocol anymore.

Nothing about this shit is standard.

- You are heading away from Argo 1

into possibly hostile terrain.

- Look, I'm the one driving this thing

and I am not going to drive through or over any civilian.

- Please revert to the designated safe route.

- What part of no do you not understand?

Listen, Command, I'm in a fucked up situation

and I know it's a fucked up situation,

so I don't need you telling me how fucked up it is.

What I need to hear are some contingencies.

- What the hell was that?

- I don't know, but it was close.

- Sir. - Yeah, too close.

- Sir. - Command?

- All viable routes

have just been rendered impractical.

- Whoa. - What, what?

- That is a real time development, sir.

All 28 of the scattered routes were just compromised

via vehicular detonations.

- What, they know of our

exit scenarios? - How's that even possible?

- Sir, they appear to have acute knowledge

of our entire tactical playbook.

- Meaning?

- That there is no longer a safe route back.

- So what am I supposed to do now?

- You are currently heading out of the city, sir,

completely exposed,

and will most likely

be going through a kill zone.

- No shit.

- 90% probability. - Oh shit.

- But we will manoeuvre you around any obstacles-

- Command, you didn't see this coming?

- No, sir.

- How did you not see this coming?

- We did not spot them, sir.

- You didn't spot...

- Sir. - $924 billion!

That's how much I inflated the Defence budget by.

That's over half of the federal discretionary spending.

Congress pitched a bitch, but I pushed it through

because I thought it was essential.

Also, you could not spot the bad guy?

- The attack's been unfolding

on multiple fronts, sir.

We, we've simply never seen an offence

of such epic proportions.

We have been overwhelmed.

- So what, what would you say your odds are?

- Sir?

- Your odds of success going forward?

- Sir, I do not have a percentage probability.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

Aw, shit. Taft?

- Hangin' on.

- Taft, you all right back there?

- No, where are those F-22s?

- What? I can't hear you.

- The Raptors. What happened to the fuckin' Raptors?

- Command, what happened to our air support?

- Our adjoining air bases

were compromised concurrent with the attack on the summit.

- What?

- How's that even possible?

- The comms were overwhelmed,

diverting half of the squadron,

simultaneously with a bombing

on our US air base in Valencia.

- They bombed Rota?

- They did.

- They, they, they, they, they!

Who the hell is this they, and what's going on out there?

- We are not certain.

- What? - We don't know, sir.

We are, we are not- - Look, I don't wanna hear

anymore goddamn uncertainty, you understand?

For $924 billion, I want some ultra infor-fuckin'-mation!

- Sir, there have been reports of attacks

in Rome, Paris, Rio, Helsinki,

but no known group has been identified.

We are now sifting dozens of facial ID locks,

but honestly, sir,

it's not making sense.

Matches are IDing divergent groups,

current and former members of the Shining Path, ELN.

And not just that, we've got multiple hits on PMCs.

- This is a, a, a coalition,

some kind of private military coalition?

- We are working on getting these answers,

and meanwhile, air support has already been deployed

from both US's Vincent and Nimitz and the entire fleet

is on its way to your location as of 04:00.

- How long until they get here?

- ETA? - Within the hour.

- How about Rosa?

What's, what's happening with Rosa?

- Sir FLOTUS is presently still in her hotel.

- Still at the...

Why isn't she being moved?

- Right now we have determined

that is the safest place for her to be.

- I wanna talk to her.

- A direct link with her detail

is currently being established,

and that will be up momentarily.

But in the meantime, we need to talk about offence.

- What was that you were saying?

- The Beast has several offensive options,

all of which are lethal.

- Offence. Oh, hang on.

Taft, you got that kit, son?

- Kit, the kit. I had it, but, and then it fell.

- You're gonna have to find that kit.

Gonna have to fix yourself up

because we're not going to get to Argo 1 in time.

- Multiple bogeys ahead, sir.

We have to consider them hostiles.

Adjust your course, sir.

Left at this intersection. - Fuck.

- Left? - Left.

- Find that kit, son.

Command, about these offensives, what are they?

Weapons? Where are they?

- There's a biometric scanner

on the console next to you.

Place your palm on it, that will unlock

the full control array.

- IEDs.

This fucking road is covered with IEDs!

- It's a trap, sir, an ambush.

Do not back out of there.

Fuck!

- Vehicular impact.

- How do I access these weapons?

- Palm down on the console, sir.

- It's not working!

- Place it flat down

and give it five seconds, sir.

- Five seconds.

Oh fuck!

- Vehicular impact.

- Five, four, three, two, one.

Still not working.

Structural integrity compromised.

A direct impact will result in catastrophic damage.

- Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Let's go!

- Shit. - Let's go.

- Are these guys with us?

- I fuckin' hope so.

- They're Sabertooth Vipers, sir.

Our guys.

We were just alerted to their engagement.

- Scan accepted.

Activating extended controls and voice command.

- Oh shit!

It's working. It's working!

It's...

Fucking complicated.

- Uh, sir, you need to get mobile.

We got a second hostile vehicle

just approaching from the west.

- No, no, no. Copy that.

Headed east.

- We need some firepower, sir.

- Right, right. Um, there any guns on this thing?

Where are they?

- Would you like

to initiate voice recognition?

- Yes, initiate voice recognition.

- Please repeat

the following sentences.

The pipe began to rust while new.

- The pipe was rustin' while it was new.

- The fuck? - Exam at Harvard sentences.

Standardised voice test.

- Please repeat the entire sentence.

- No, come on. - Incorrect.

Voice activation at 30%.

Would you like to retry?

- No. Look, just chill for a second, okay?

Playing Presidential Playlist,

"Chill Vibes."

- What? - "Chill Vibes"?

- On the keypad, sir.

The keys are colour coded.

The black ones are assault controls.

- I would rather use voice control.

- It won't fulfil offensive manoeuvres

unless it's completely activated.

- Bullshit!

- Oh shit.

- Okay, I need something big. Really, really big.

Activating mini guns.

- Play some metal.

- Okay. - Play us some metal.

- Playing some metal.

Structural integrity compromised.

- Hold on, Taft.

How do I aim these things?

- You , sir.

- Rear minigun spent.

- Stop the music.

- Sir, if you can maintain direction

and proceed for another 4.6 miles,

the Vipers will join back up momentarily.

- Made contact with Rosa yet?

- We are, uh, we're still working on that, sir.

We just learned that the Vice President,

the British Prime Minister,

as well as the Turkish Prime Minister, they're all dead.

- How many men died today?

- It's too early for an exact count.

- How many?

- The entire A team, sir,

and most of the contingencies.

Everyone.

- It's not your fault.

It's the job, sir. It's not your fault.

- I don't care that that's the job.

No more men are gonna die for me today.

You got that, Taft?

Stitch yourself up.

- I lost so much blood already.

- The Vipers are behind you, sir.

- It's crazy. - They will escort you

to safety. - It's like I can feel

it happening. - Gonna be fine.

You're built like a tight end. Gonna be fine.

Taft? Crust or no crust?

Hey, crust or no crust? Answer me.

Your mother, did she cut the crust off or no?

- Sir, I don't...

- You're not sure how you like your sandwiches, son?

- I'm not sure.

- You're not sure?

I'll tell you somebody whose mom

did cut the crust off the sandwiches.

French Prime Minister. Mm-hmm.

I was having lunch with him last year

and I'm sitting across from him.

He ordered a ham and cheese, oh, beg your pardon.

A croque monsieur.

And when they bring his food,

they sit his sandwich in front of him, he looks at it,

he looked back up at his server,

and he looked down again at the sandwich,

and back at the server.

And he looks at it again.

He lost his shit.

"I am sorry, monsieur! I will take this away."

He waved his hand, waved him off and go,

"No, no, no, no. It's okay, it's fine."

And starts cuttin' the crust off himself.

Taft. Hey, Taft, you still with me?

- Yeah, I'm here.

French, French Prime Minister doesn't like the crust.

- Doesn't like the crust, right.

You know what I think that is?

- What?

- I think it's kind of a throwback

to his childhood, you know?

Simpler time, you know.

Things were cool, nice.

You know, Mom was taken care of him.

A happier time.

- Like noisy snow.

- Did you say noisy snow?

- You know, when it, when it crunches underfoot?

I guess that was the happier time of my childhood.

Winters, Minnesota.

I remember holdin' her hand.

My mother as we scrunch, scrunched across noisy snow.

And, uh, she had this big smile

every time I looked up at her.

That's what it reminds me of.

Every time I walk on noisy snow, I think of that.

That big smile.

- Your mom, she, um, is she still-

- She's gone. Cancer when I was 12.

- Sorry about that.

But when's the last time you heard

some of that noisy ass snow?

- Oh, it's gotta-

Oh shit. Shit, shit.

Shit fuck.

Oh my God, it's just...

- The body holds a gallon and a half of blood, all right?

- It's just bleeding from the side, it's just pouring out.

- When did you get shot?

What 20, over 30 minutes ago, right?

- I don't know, maybe.

- That reminds me of Jeffries.

- What? - Jacob Jeffries.

He was one of the guys in my infantry unit in Nam.

We were on the Cambodian border in 1970.

He took three, two in the alimentary canal,

one spleen, pancreatic rupture.

- Oh shit. Sir, uh...

- He was a brazen son of a bitch.

Just bold to a fault.

Jumped in front of a Browning to save my life.

- Shit.

- Three 50 cal BMG slugs.

One straight through, two to the gut.

- Oh shit.

- Yeah, that kid bled and bled. He haemorrhaged.

We were out there in the shit. Just us.

No supplies, no nothing.

Just me, Diaz, Eric, Jeffries,

all four of us just out there tryin' to,

just tryin' to save our friend's life.

Three days and three nights of just blood and bile.

Nobody comin' to help us. Just us, you know?

It was three days.

But you know, that goes to show you

how long a body can last.

Our blood, you know?

- So, how long until he died?

- Oh no, no, he ain't die.

I'm still goin' to his grandkids' birthday parties.

One's four, the other one's six.

Yeah, I missed last year because I had to go to Libya,

but that motherfucker is still alive and kicking.

Yeah.

- Sorry to say it, sir, but pardon me for sayin' this,

but I love it when you say motherfucker, sir.

It sounds so good when you say it.

- Yeah, it's the password to all my devices.

- Motherfucker. How do you...?

Motherfucker. It just doesn't sound the same when I say it.

- You gotta use the the, the, the

and just say, "Muhfucker."

- "Muhfucker."

"Muhfucker."

- Yeah, that's it.

- You were really in it, weren't you, sir?

In the shit?

I always admired that about you.

You know, just, you know, 'cause you lived it.

- How's that wound doin'?

- Which one of 'em?

- Inspect that wound and see if you can find

some kind of antiseptic for it.

- I don't know if there's anything in here.

- Well, we're gonna work with what we got, okay?

- Okay. - You see it?

- I don't even, I can't read, but fuck it.

Ah.

- No, ah, hey, hey, hey.

Come on. - Fuck, that burns.

- Keep pressure on it. - Goddamn it.

What's happening out there, sir?

Who are these people?

- I don't think that much matters anymore.

The sky's on fire out there.

We are in the theatre of war.

All that matters is that we get out.

- Fuck, it's just...

- Shit, you keeping pressure on that thing?

- Fuck. It's just, it's just not stopping.

- I think we're gonna have to stitch it, okay?

See if you can find somethin' back there

you can do that with.

- I think this is... - What's that?

- It's like a surgical stapler.

- Hell yeah. Yeah, yeah, use that.

Take a breath. Take a few.

- Okay. - All right?

Take a deep breath.

Take a few deep breaths.

Come on. Breathe.

Don't rush into it.

- Fuck. - Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn motherfuckin' cock suckin' son of a bitch.

- Taft, Taft, Taft, see that drawer back there?

- The presidential stash?

- Ah yes, that's the good shit back there.

- This is a bad idea.

- Take anything you want.

But don't take the Verona.

That belongs to me and Rosa.

That's our special drink for special occasions,

but anything else, you know, knock yourself out.

- Okay.

- Oh goddamn, son.

Come on, that's 150 bucks a sip.

- Yeah, this is the good shit.

- You took about a $250 gulp back there.

- I'd say that was about 6, 700.

Sir, do you want some?

- I'm driving, Taft.

- Oh, sorry, sir. Of course.

- No, I'm just fuckin' with you.

Gimme a hit of that shit.

Mm! Mm, mm, mm!

This is the good shit.

- Excuse me, sir.

Sir, you're entering a satellite camouflage stretch.

Please decelerate and let the Vipers overtake you

so they can go ahead and clear the alley to your right.

Please await their green.

- Yeah, copy that.

Hey, hey, hey, go easy, son.

I don't want you passin' out on me.

- It's helping, sir.

- Maintaining that pressure?

- Affirmative, sir.

How bad was it, sir?

- Hm? Huh, what?

- The shit.

I think I might be getting a little bit drunk.

- Hmm. No kidding.

- Please stand by, sir.

- It was bad.

- Sir.

- No, it was bad.

Those three days, Jefferies was bleeding out, dying,

countin' on me.

Something in my mind broke.

It was a physical thing like, uh,

plate glass breaking over and over again.

I had reached my limit for trauma.

And when you reach your limit, you know, crumble.

Sometimes you eclipse it.

When that happens, you go blind

and the reptilian part of your brain takes over

and everything looks like a shadow.

You get caught up in the cold-blooded power.

You stop caring about the why anymore.

Don't realise that it's you

who've become more dangerous than what you were fighting.

The levelling part of your nervous system takes over

and everything looks red.

You kill anyone and anything that walks across.

You really don't come back from it.

Vampire Squad, that's what they called us.

We gave each other nicknames.

I realised later it was just naming our deficiencies.

- Nothing else in sight. Clear to move.

- What was yours, sir?

- The Beast is clear to proceed.

But we are blind out there, Mr. President.

I need you to stay cautious and stay behind the Vipers.

- Copy that.

- It is still volatile, sir,

but the neighbours are considering lending us air support,

so we'll update as it develops.

- How'd you come back, sir?

Did you decide to...

- It was, it was her. Rosa.

It was her last year of law school and we met.

I was kinda, you know, roamin' around the VA and she saw me.

I mean, she saw me,

saw something no one else...

Said it was potential, uh, camouflaged compassion.

But you know, she became my North Star.

She repurposed me, totally inside and out. Yeah.

I am what I am 'cause of her.

She is my everything.

It's my reason for being.

You married, Taft?

- No. Had a fiancee once.

- Mm. What happened?

- Dropped the ball.

- You need to find a purpose, son.

A reason to fight.

Command. - Sir?

- I wanna talk to my wife.

- Yes, sir, we have been attempting

a direct link with her detail.

- Attempting?

- Unsuccessfully, sir. We-

- Is that what you're gonna give me,

you can't get through?

- As of right now,

we've not been able to get through.

There has been debilitating issues all over the country

with our connection and-

- I wanna speak to my wife and I wanna speak to her now!

- I understand.

Sir, you will rendezvous with the rest of the Viper team

after you clear this construction site.

- Shit.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Shit.

Oh no.

Warning.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Warning.

Warning.

Warning.

- Where the fuck did he go?

Who the fuck are you?

And what are you?

- Sir, sir, we've lost the Vipers.

Sir, respond if you can.

Mr. President, if you copy, please respond.

- Warning, front window seal at 50%.

Front window seal now at 40%.

- Give me offensive options.

Recommending martial options.

30%.

Tear gas spritzer. - No.

- Ultrasonic LRAD. - No.

- LED incapacitator. - No!

20%.

Firefly drone.

- Oh, hell yeah. Gimme that shit.

Launch.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Taft?

Okay, Taft, here we go.

All right, we're out.

Where am I goin'? Where do I need to be?

- Retain directions, sir. Stay on course.

Our optics in the region are completely shot,

so I will restate the driving plan.

- Rosa been moved?

- She's still at her hotel, sir.

- Don't tell me you can't move her.

I will not accept that.

- There's severe discord in the vicinity, sir.

- Around the hotel? Her hotel?

- In the immediate surroundings, sir.

Her detail has initiated lockdown

and we are trying to reestablish-

- Try harder.

- Sir.

- And this shit, have you figured out

who's responsible for this yet?

- Not yet, sir.

There were simultaneous attacks elsewhere,

so we've been working with foreign intelligence on this,

but nothing's getting clearer. - Shit.

- Oh shit. Now somethin's wrong with the car.

- The roof.

Sir, our sensors indicate

something is on the roof.

- What the hell is happening?

- No, not something, someone.

Tim, he's back.

- The window seal is being compromised, sir.

You've got to lose whatever's on the roof.

- I am on it.

- Punk is just hangin' on.

- Taft, find something to hold onto.

In three, two, one.

I scraped his ass off.

Taft. Taft!

Come on, open your eyes for me, son. Focus on me, okay?

Focus on me.

Shit. I gotta stop the car.

- Sir, you cannot stop.

- I have to pull over. I have to.

- What's the situation, sir?

We can work through it,

but it's imperative that you do not stop.

- Taft, he's passed out.

I think he's gone into hemorrhagic shock.

He's dying on the back seat.

- Your security detail?

You cannot- - He saved my life!

- That is his job.

- I'm not going to let him die.

- But you are the leader of the free world.

- No!

- Sir. - I am not going

to let him die.

- Please, do not stop the car.

- I need to resuscitate him, possibly even suture him.

- The Beast has a self-drive option.

- I know what the activation process is.

Activate voice recognition.

Initiating voice recognition.

- Come on!

- Please repeat the following sentence.

Act on these orders

with great speed. - Act on these orders

with great speed.

Come on!

- Move the vat over the hot fire.

- Move the vat over the hot fire. Come on!

- Voice synced.

Verification complete. - Yes!

Initiating self-drive.

You may release the wheel.

- Oh yeah.

- I have to advise you,

the ride is not fully autonomous.

It will manoeuvre around objects,

but it won't change course on its own.

- How long before the next turn?

- 2 1/2 miles.

A medical professional will now be coming on

to help guide you as necessary.

- We have several issues here I need to handle very quickly.

- This is the medic, sir. I'm here to assist.

Can you please tell me what we're managing right now?

- Uh, got multiple bullet wounds that are bleeding.

I need to plug him up, quick. Kid's dying.

Taft, Taft. Open your eyes, son.

- We'll need a saline IV to start, sir.

- Saline I, what?

This is a first aid kit.

There's nothin' like that in it.

- Intravenous bags and QuikClot apparatuses

are in the De Lillard case in the trunk.

Switch is right below the partition.

- Okay. All right.

All right, great.

All right.

Got a whole toolkit here, Taft. Yeah, man.

Oh yeah. There it is.

- I can assist with the IV prep, sir.

Just tell me what you see.

- I got this. I can do it.

Is that an eye twitch, Taft?

Come on, man. Come on, say somethin' to me.

Open your eyes up.

- Has disinfectant been applied, sir?

- Yeah, I'm gonna do that in just a second, okay?

I'm gonna use the good stuff.

I got you. I got you.

I got you. - Ride will stop

in 100 seconds.

- 100 seconds is just right.

- Sir, I'm being told the ride requires

hand on wheel time every 120 seconds.

- I don't care about that.

Get this IV hooked up,

and everything'll be good.

All right, here we go.

Here we go, son.

I got you. Just like that.

- Please touch the steering wheel

to resume oral drive function.

- Where's that at? Here it is.

Got it right here. Woo.

- Ride will stop in 10 seconds.

Nine, eight, seven. - Yeah, hold on.

- Six, five, four.

- Sir, you have - Three.

- to touch wheel, sir. - Two.

- I did. - One.

Thank you. Maintaining route for 120 seconds.

Final reminder, fuel low.

Please refill within 10 miles.

- See what's goin' on in there.

- Ride will stop in 90 seconds.

- What's the situation, sir?

- Ah, there's no exit wound.

Bullets are still in there.

He took several hits to the side here

and the bullets are still rattling around in there.

One of 'em's in there pretty deep.

All right, let me get this right.

Let me do it right.

- Sir. Sir, you have to keep moving forward.

You're all alone.

- I'm not worried about that.

- This vehicle will stop in 60 seconds.

- 60 seconds. Just right.

- Sir, kidney punctures require

an intensive surgical procedure.

- I know what I'm doing.

It's just shrapnel removal.

- There should be surgical forceps in the supplies.

- I've got the forceps!

- Sir, I gotta tell ya,

this invasive procedure is not a good idea.

- Turn the sound down, please.

Turning the radio volume down.

- Ah, I got it!

- [Computerised Voice} Vehicle will stop in seven seconds.

Six. - Shit.

All right, stay with me.

Stay with me, Taft, okay? - Five.

- Okay. All right.

- Four.

Three. Two.

- There he is. Come on.

- One.

- Fuckin' razors inside.

- You had two slugs in you.

One was lacerating your kidney. I got that one.

The other one is in pretty deep.

So if I was you, I'd take another hit of this good stuff.

'Cause I'm gonna go back in there

and try and get it out in one go, okay?

- I'm good. All right.

- I'll do my best. All right, and here we go.

Deep breath.

Deep breath.

Deep breath, deep breath,

deep breath, deep breath.

No, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Deeper than I thought.

It's deeper than I thought, okay?

I'm gonna get it out this time,

all right?

Count of three.

One, two...

Oh shit! Look at that, look at that.

I got it. Look at it.

All right, all right, pressure, pressure,

pressure, pressure.

Pressure, right there. That's right, right there.

Put your hands on that. Hold it.

- Sir, this is Command. We have been breached.

It's been an honour, sir. God speed.

- Wait, wait. No, stop.

Don't. Stop!

- Sound up.

Turning up radio volume.

- Command. Hello?

- What's up?

- I have no idea.

Let me patch you up. They'll be back.

Okay. They'll be back.

- You can can patch me up? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on. I got you.

I got you. I got you.

Just hold this one. Hold that.

Don't look, though, 'cause I'm not so good

with this needle and thread,

but hey, I'm gonna do the best I can for you, all right?

- I can't really see anything anyway.

- Uh, you don't need to see. Just keep talkin'.

Uh, all right, here we go. Here we go.

Here we go. Ah yeah.

- Patch me up.

Can't be worse than I feel.

- Ah, well, at least you're still feelin'.

That's what matters.

Pick a song.

- A song?

- Don't pick "Hurt So Bad."

It's before your time.

Okay, just choose, choose a song

that you wanna be sewed up to.

Pick a stitchin' song.

Choose one. Come on.

- "Midnight Rider." The Waylon Jennings cover.

- Play "Midnight Rider" by Waylon Jennings.

Playing "Midnight Rider"

by Waylon Jennings.

- You won't believe this, but Waylon Jennings

is one of my desert island records, you know?

"Are You Ready for the Country?"

Honky-tonk guitars, songs by Neil Fuckin' Young.

This song.

♪ I gotta run to keep from hidin' ♪

- Yeah.

♪ I'm bound to keep on ridin' ♪

- Sing it, come on.

♪ I got one more silver dollar ♪

- Yeah, yeah.

♪ Ain't gonna let 'em catch me, no ♪

- Sing it!

♪ Ain't gonna let 'em catch ♪

♪ The midnight rider ♪

- Yeah, there you go. "Midnight Rider."

Okay, that's one.

Why you choose that song?

- I don't really like country that much.

I just did that one 'cause it was her favourite tune.

- Okay, well, that's a good song.

But, you know, Allman Brothers is better.

I told you one of mine, now you tell me one of yours.

- My what?

- Your desert island song.

I know. Madonna, right?

You one of those "Vogue" dudes. I can tell.

Mm-hmm, definitely Madonna.

- Sir.

- What?

- Was that a Madonna insult, sir?

- No, no, no, no, no. I like "Vogue," too.

- You woulda lost my vote.

- All right, for real, though.

Well, who is it then?

- It's gotta be, it's gotta be Prince.

- What? The purple one?

Oh shit!

You're bullshittin' me, right?

- No. - Okay then.

All right. Here we go.

Got it.

Shit.

These stitches are not pretty, but they are in.

All right, you're gonna be fine.

You are gonna be just fine.

Just let me rinse my hands off here.

- Sir.

- You all right?

- I don't wanna die.

- You are not gonna die, okay?

- Wanna die. I don't wanna...

I'm scared.

- You're not gonna die. Hey.

- I can't feel my, I can't feel...

- You're going back into shock.

Just ignore the pain and focus on me, okay?

Focus on me.

- Okay, sir. Okay, I'll focus.

And Jeffries? Jeffries, sir?

- I didn't let him die, right?

Not gonna let you die either, all right?

- Okay. - All right.

- Sir, sir, the-

- And let's stop with the sir shit, all right?

It's Oscar.

- I, I, I can't do that, sir.

- No?

- No, sir. Mr. President, sir, I can't do that.

- It's a fucking order.

- Yes, sir. Oscar.

If you don't mind,

what is that thing that you do with your fingers?

Sir, sir. Oscar, sir.

- It's a little zen thing that Rosa taught me, you know?

Meditative exercise that centres me.

Keeps me, uh, close to her here, here.

Keeps the bedlam at bay.

- Sir.

- Come on, come on. Come on.

Stay with me.

- If you don't mind, I like it when you call me son.

Sir, sir. Sir, please.

Please tell her I'm sorry.

Rebecca, my fiancee.

My, my ex-fiancee.

Will you, will you please tell her that,

that I know, I know I was wrong.

I know I was wrong. It's my fault.

Will you tell her that, please?

- Hey, hey. - Please tell her that.

- You are gonna tell her that,

and if you really mean it, then mazel tov.

You two are gonna walk down the aisle to Prince.

Can't you see it?

Taft.

You can see that, right?

- Yeah, I can see it. I can see it.

- Yeah, I can hear-

Shit, I hear a truck.

Okay, um, look, we gotta move,

and just remember, I'm here with you.

- Okay.

- Gotta get outta here.

- Warning, fuel low. Please refill.

- I know, I know.

- Gettin' hit.

- Hey, just stay down.

Fuck.

What are you guys doin'?

Oh fuck.

Standin' around doing nothing.

- gettin' hit.

- Holy shit.

Taft. - Yeah?

- Yeah, get down. Get down.

- Shit. Fuck.

- Shit.

Shit. What the, ooh.

- Hang on.

- Hang on!

- We're goin' in the tunnel?

- Yes, we're going into this tunnel.

- It's gonna be too dark.

We ain't got eyes in there.

- Activate motion sensor.

- Unable to activate

remote sensing system.

No obstacle circumvention capabilities available.

Please retain-

- Activate thermal.

- DVE thermal imaging damaged.

No longer functional.

- There's gonna be hostiles in there.

- Yes, there are hostiles in there.

- Can't see how deep this is. Can you see how far it is?

- Why don't you lay down before you pop my sutures?

- Turning and turning in the widening gyre,

the falcon cannot hear the falconer.

Things fall apart.

The centre cannot hold.

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,

and everywhere, the ceremony of innocence is drowned.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

are full of passionate intensity.

- What the hell was that?

- Yeats.

- Yeats? - A poem by W.B. Yeats.

Um, "Second Coming." It's about collapse.

- Collapse?

- Yeah, complete societal collapse.

And it's about transformation, too.

- Sir? - Spiritual refreshment.

- Like a second coming?

- No, no, not in the Christian conception.

It's more about the cruelty of government,

you know, how they fuck with the citizenry.

- Until the light breaks in.

- Structural damage.

- Oh shit.

You have offensive option.

- Activate railgun.

Activating the EM-1 Railgun.

- Take these motherfuckers out.

What the fuck?

There it is.

Taft. Seein' this?

- Is that an opening?

- Yeah. Yeah, it's an opening.

I still can't see shit. My eyes haven't adjusted.

You have night vision or anything?

Activating scotopic vision.

- Oh. Damn.

You seein' this?

Would you clear up that static?

- Do you copy Paladin? Repeat.

This is Airborne Command and Control.

- Copy, this is Paladin.

Paladin, TACAMO has you now.

- TACAMO? Nuclear war contingency?

- Affirmative, sir.

State of alert is at DEFCON 1.

All signals and ground-based command centres

have been rendered inoperable.

- What? Since when?

- Ofrit was compromised at 1700 hours.

We're now the sole signals relay

and survivable communications link

between the decision makers and strategic air command.

- Looking Glass. - Yes, sir.

We're connected to the geo onboard

and we'll be verifying and retransmitting

any emergency action messages

from Looking Glass for your approval.

- So we're airborne now, completely airborne.

- It is vital to ensure

the nation's nuclear forces are still in our command

till further development and resolution of the alert.

- What about Rosa? Give me the status of FLOTUS.

- The last relay from her security detail

has her barricaded at her hotel.

- When? - Sir?

- When was the last relay?

- 21 minutes ago.

- Barricaded.

There's intense friction

in the entire section.

Her detail will make the call as to when they remove her.

- Well, is there another contingency plan to extract?

Everything that can be done

will be done for FLOTUS.

Bear in mind you're the priority, Paladin.

Primary objective is to exfil you

before we do anything else.

- And this hostile contingent,

have we figured out who they are yet?

They made any demands?

- No concrete identification

and they've still not made any demands.

There's been only a singular communique

broadcast from the compromised sites.

- The poem.

Intelligence is considering it

a manifesto.

- What's the scope of this attack?

- International.

UK, China, Russia, Saudi Arabia,

ones that have reported so far.

Half of Europe, Australia.

Many world leaders have been killed, sir.

- And when can I expect this air support?

- 18 minutes out, precisely.

And sir, Argo 1 has also been compromised

as of 11 minutes ago.

- Compromised? Then where am I going?

Maintain direction, sir.

You're heading east and are approximately nine miles

from the pickup where our armed contingent

is ready to receive you and escort you to Marine 1

and have you secured in the sky

to communicate with the remaining world leaders

so we can organise coordinate response.

- Shit. - Sir?

- I think we're outta gas.

- Our reading shows you're low on fuel,

but the reserves should still give you

approximately 16 miles.

- Somethin' else then.

Maybe the engine, maybe something's broken.

- Not seeing any engine issues here.

- It's not the engine.

- Say what, Taft?

- It's the chassis.

Something's caught underneath, stuck in the wheels.

- Oh. Is that?

What hell is that? Oh shit.

- Stay mobile, sir.

You have to keep moving.

- Uh, we can't move.

- Sir?

- I have to exit the vehicle, clean out the tyre wells.

- Do not step outside the vehicle, sir.

You are still in danger.

Sir, you are blind out there.

We urge you, do not get out of the car.

- I have to get out of the car.

- I'll keep watch, sir.

- Sir, please do not exit the vehicle.

What the fuck?

- We have a visual of the vehicle.

Vehicle is stationary.

Paladin, we see movement.

Have you boarded the vehicle?

- Yeah.

- There was gunfire. We heard commotion.

- Yeah, I handled it.

- Copy that, sir.

Please retain direction. You're almost there.

- You just killed that guy with your bare hands

like it was nothin'.

- Never forget how to ride a bicycle.

- You're not doin' that thing

with your fingers anymore.

- No, I am not.

- What about your condition?

- I got a grip on it.

- I think you're having a bit of a relapse, sir.

- That's what you wanna call it.

- What else could I call it?

- Well, me and it?

Oh, we've been tight for a long, long time.

Old friends reconnect.

Time just slips away.

- Paladin, we- - Rosa.

- We've, uh,

we've lost the FLOTUS's detail, sir.

- Lost?

It's been overwhelmed.

- What? What's the new extraction plan?

- Sir, we've, we've lost her, sir.

- What? - I'm sorry.

We have satellite footage

showing the city centre has been compromised.

- Compromised?

- Including the FLOTUS's hotel, sir.

- Compromised by what?

- By several high intensity impacts.

- So...

She's, she's gone?

Is that what you're telling me, Rosa's dead?

How can you be sure?

- We dispatched a retrieval team.

But Paladin, that entire sector is gone, sir.

Quarter of the city obliterated.

- No.

No, mija, no.

Taft, are you a believer?

In God? Allah?

A higher power?

Any of that shit?

- You lied about Jefferies.

I happen to know the name

of the Secretary's Chief of Staff.

Buddy's sister's married to him.

It ain't Jefferies.

You lied to me 'cause you couldn't save him.

Took three in the gut for you and died for you.

You couldn't save him just like you couldn't save me.

You let me die.

Like all the others before me.

You remember, don't you, Oscar?

Of course you do.

We wouldn't let you forget about it.

What else we gonna do? Where else is there to go?

That's why we started this club.

This exclusive club.

But it's not too exclusive though, is it?

That's just what I'm being told.

Gave it's newest member clemency.

Mission prerequisites are pretty much non-existent.

Everyone's welcome here.

- Stop.

- I was promoted.

- Don't. - Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.

Let us all in, and now you wanna kill the party?

Kill the party.

- Stop!

- No!

I didn't mean to.

I know you're very sensitive right now.

Fuck you, Oscar.

- Please.

- No!

You didn't have to let me in here. But you did.

So now I'm gettin' comfortable.

Makin' new friends here.

You could always join us back there.

Can't be the first one to suggest that.

That was a regular suggestion from all the members,

before she shut the door.

But she's gone now. So beautiful.

What a pretty smile. She's not coming back.

It's just us, you and me, it.

There's no refuge from the pain, Oscar.

People are dying because of you.

People dying for you.

You're still here, alive, surviving. For what?

- Almost there, sir.

Just a few miles from Marine 1.

You just have to keep going.

Sir, we are receiving correspondence

from several foreign leaders who are eager for us

to take the lead on a coordinated response.

- Structural damage.

Warning. Structural damage.

Malfunction.

Structural damage.

Core unstable.

- Paladin. - Warning.

Error.

Structural damage.

Incident command.

Structural damage. Warning.

Detected.

Structural damage.

Containment compromised.

Warning.

- Do you copy?

- Cherry. Override.

Warning.

- Sir, are you okay?

- Warning. - Can you hear us, sir?

- Warning.

- Paladin.

Warning.

- Paladin. - Initiate self-destruct.

- Initiating self-destruct protocol.

Warning. Breach warning.

Shields at 26%.

Warning. Vehicle will self-destruct in 90 seconds.

23%.

Warning.

19%. Warning.

Vehicle will self-destruct in 80 seconds.

9%. Warning.

7%.

- Hello? Hello?

Oscar?

- Rosa? - Am I getting through?

- Rosa? - Oscar, is that you?

- Rosa? - Oh, thank God.

- Rosa.

- Baby, yes, it's me.

Can you hear me?

- Yes. I can hear you.

I thought you were de...

Where are you?

- I'm on Marine 1.

They slipped me out just in time right before the...

Where are you?

- I'm in- - I was told you were close.

- I'm not gonna make it.

Vehicle will self-destruct

in 50 seconds. - Baby?

- Rosa, the car is upside down and they're breaking in.

- We're close. We're almost there.

- They got me. - Just hold on, baby.

- Rosa. They got me.

- No!

- Um, Rosa, I'm trapped.

- No, they don't have you.

You're not trapped.

You're with me.

They can't hold you 'cause you are with me now.

They don't even exist.

How they gonna hold you if they don't exist?

But I do.

I'm here, and I'm waiting, and I need you now.

I need you to stay alive, to survive this for me.

'Cause you can't leave me alone.

Now, let me hear it.

- Rosa!

- That's right.

So you do whatever it takes to bring your ass home.

You understand? Whatever it takes.

- Seal compromised.

Prepare for encroachment.

- I'm comin'!

- Warning.

Vehicle will self-destruct in 30.

27. 25.

22. 20.

Complete systems failure.

Goodbye, sir.

Four. Three.

Two. Vehicle will self-destruct in one second.

- Rosa!

Rosa.

I'm comin'.