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[beeping steadily]

[keyboard clacking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[guns firing]

[alarm blaring]

[whooshing]

[machine gun firing]

[men shouting indistinctly]

[helicopter whirring]

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

[engines revving]

[grunting]

[groans]

[tense music playing]

[straining]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[straining]

[attacker grunting, straining]

[grunting]

[bottle smashes]

[tense music playing]

[both grunting]

[gunfire continues]

[beeps]

[screams]

[machine gun firing]

The door! Get the door!

[grunting]

The door! The door! Get the door!

Fuck the door! Get down! Get down!

[console, automated voice] Vehicle perimeter sealed.

[man groaning in pain]

- How bad are you hit? - Oh, shit.

Mr. President, are you okay? You hit?

- I'm all right. Don't worry about it. - Sir...

[hesitates] 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 sitting back there where you are.

I've never driven this thing.

I really should be the one driving, sir.

[President] Yeah, well, it didn't work out that way.

- [groans] I need to-- - You need to sit back, like I told you.

- [groaning, panting] - I need you to breathe for me, son, okay?

Breathe.

Uh... Uh, Craig, right?

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

- You're, uh... - Taft, sir.

Taft. Taft. That's right. Taft.

Uh, look, Taft, let's check out your wound, okay?

Inspect it and assess the severity of it.

The wound, sir, is... Is in my shoulder.

[hesitates] But... But, sir, you know...

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--

The med kit, it should be under the seat back there.

All right? You need help locating it.

No, that's all right.

- [phone ringing] - [President] Hang on.

[ringing continues]

How do I answer these guys?

- You know how to work this thing? - I can point it out to you.

Don't move. You're just making yourself worse.

Talk me through it.

It's the second, underneath the wheel.

- Ah. I got it. - [connects call]

- You just locate that kit, all right? - Yeah.

[man over phone] You copy? Stagecoach. Is the principal on board?

- Yeah, it's me. - Identification, please.

- It's me, Paladin. - Paladin.

Please confirm identity.

It's me, Paladin... Oscar.

Uh... The President.

Please provide identity clearance number, Paladin.

Identity number?

[hesitates] I said it's...

I don't have my ID card on me. It's at the White House.

- Sir. - Hang on.

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

[man] This is imperative protocol, Paladin.

We need to establish integrity.

[President] 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 backseat.

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!

Butter pecan. It's my favorite ice cream.

Okay? Rosa's is vanilla.

My favorite 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-- - 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-- - Command is fine.

Command, tell me.

- Sir-- - I need some guidance.

Sir, we have you. We've got you.

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

Okay? You are en route to Argo-1.

You are approximately ten 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. - But what do you know?

There have been reports of hostile movements at the hotel.

- At the hotel? What? - All over the city.

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.

What can you tell me with certainty?

Intel is scattershot at the moment.

All we know is that there was a formidable assault on associates.

- 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 chatter suggesting--

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?

[mutters weakly] Uh, it's...

it's, it's, it's fire. And fine, sir. I just need a minute.

It's all right. Take your time.

- My side's going numb. - You heard the man.

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

Less than that.

What's that ETA?

T minus seven minutes, sir.

You hear that? In seven minutes you're gonna be hopped up on morphine.

They're gonna be fixing you up.

- Hanging in there, sir. - T minus seven and counting.

I'm here with you. Tell me, how do you feel right now?

Like hammered shit, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Aw, don't apologize for hurting.

You know, it's okay. It's okay. You're in pain.

You're feeling pain?

That's affirmative, sir. Like a motherfucker.

Good, good, good, good.

As long as you're feeling pain, you're not going hypovolemic on me, all right?

That is good.

Just keep pressure on that wound.

It doesn't matter if it soaks through.

- It's... It's soaking through. - Well, don't pay attention to that.

Just keep pressure, okay?

It's soaking...

Should I keep it elevated or something to stop the flow?

[President] No, no, no, no. You can't keep it elevated.

You can't do that now.

Just stop thinking about it and do not look at it.

- Oh-- - Do not look at the wound!

- Fuck! It's a lot of blood! - Eyes on me.

It's a lot of blood! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Eyes on me! - Fuck!

[explosion booms]

[man] Right now, we wanna engage. Return fire!

Direct hit. Do it, do it, do it, do it.

[explosion booms]

[bombs whistling]

[tires screeching]

[explosions continue]

[chaotic yelling]

[President] Fuck.

[explosions continue]

[bullets ricocheting]

[machine gun firing]

[bullets clanking]

[people shouting indistinctly]

[tense music playing]

[gunfire continues]

[tense music continues]

[suspenseful music playing]

[muffled] Taft? Taft?

Taft!

No!

[suspenseful music continues]

[tense music playing]

[tense music continues]

[thumping]

[breathing heavily]

[radio chattering indistinctly]

[breathing deeply]

[Command] Do not stay stationary, sir.

You must stay on course and keep moving while they attempt the diversion.

[President] I'm going.

I'm moving.

[engine roars]

[tense music playing]

[exclaims]

Shit, shit, shit. Where... where am I?

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

[explosion booms]

Shit, shit, shit!

Oh, fuck!

[tires screeching]

[Command] 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?

- I'm all turned around. - You're currently facing north.

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

Left or right. Just say left or right.

- Right, sir, go right. - Right.

[tires screeching]

Next right, sir.

- I just made a right. Make another one? - Yes, sir. Go right.

- Another right? - Another right.

Right, sir. Go right.

[tires screeching]

[explosion booms]

[car creaking]

Fucking everywhere.

- You seeing this? - [President] Yeah.

What in the hell?

What the...

[tense music playing]

- [people shouting indistinctly] - [alarm blaring]

[groans softly]

Sir...

[man shouts indistinctly]

[somber music playing]

Jesus Christ!

- Command? - Mr. President.

Get us out of here right now.

Sir, maintain direction and proceed.

- Fucking civilians everywhere. - No, I can't--

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--

[President] No, it's not safe for them.

I understand, sir.

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.

[President] 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.

- Is that an order? - Direction.

Sir, your security detail--

That security is bleeding out in the back seat.

We are fully responsible for your life, sir.

For... For directing you towards the proper decision.

Oh. Decisions that you are 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 to possibly hostile terrain.

Look, I'm the one driving this thing,

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

Please revert to the designated safe route.

What part of "no" do you not understand?

Listen, man,

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.

[explosion booms]

What the hell was that?

I don't know, but it was close.

- Too close. - Sir...

- Sir-- - [President] Command?

All viable routes have just been rendered impractical.

- [Taft] Whoa! What? - What?

That is a real time development, sir.

All 28 of the scouted routes were just compromised via vehicular detonations.

- They know of our exfil scenarios? - How's that possible?

Sir, they appear to have acute knowledge of our entire tactical playbook.

- Meaning? - That there's 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... - [beeping]

...and will most likely be going through a kill zone.

- No shit. - 90% probability.

- Oh, shit. - But we will maneuver you

- around 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 Defense 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.

All so you could not spot the bad guy?

The attack's been unfolding on multiple fronts, sir.

We've... We've simply never seen an offense of such epic proportions.

We have been overwhelmed.

What would you say your odds are?

- Sir? - Your odds of success going forward.

Sir, I do not have a percentage probability.

That's what I thought.

[groans softly]

Oh, shit.

- Taft! - [groaning]

Taft, you all right back there?

[mutters indistinctly]

Where the... Where are the fucking F-22s?

What? I can't hear you.

Raptors. What happened to the fucking Raptors?

Command, what happened to our air support?

Our adjoining air bases were compromised concurrent with the attack on the summit.

- What? - How is 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-- - Look!

- We are not-- - I don't want to hear

any more goddamn uncertainty. You understand?

For $924 billion, I want some ultra-infor-fucking-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 ID'ing 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 coalition? Some kind of a private military coalition?

We are working on getting these answers.

Meanwhile, air support has already been deployed

from both the USS Vinson and Nimitz,

and the entire fleet is on its way to your location as of 0400.

- How long until they get here? - [President] The ETA?

- Within the hour. - How about Rosa?

What's... What's happening with Rosie?

Sir, FLOTUS is presently still in her hotel.

Still at... Why isn't she being moved?

Right now we have determined that that is the safest place for her to be.

I want to 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 offense.

What was that you were saying?

The Beast has several offensive options, all of which are lethal.

Offensive? Oh.

Hang on. Taft?

You got that kit, son?

The kit? Uh... I had it, but then it fell.

You're gonna have to find that kit,

you're gonna have to fix yourself up,

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

Multiple bogies ahead, sir.

We have to consider them hostiles.

Adjust your course, sir. Left at this intersection.

- Left? - Left.

- [tires screeching] - Find that kit, son.

Command, about these offenses, 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 controller.

[explosion booms]

[shouts indistinctly]

[President yells indistinctly]

[explosion continues]

Oh, God!

[machine gun firing]

[Command] It's a trap. An ambush. Do not back out of there.

[console] Vehicular impact.

How do I access these weapons?

[Command] Palm down on the console, sir.

[beeping]

- It's not working. - Place it flat down

and give us five seconds, sir.

[President] Five seconds...

- Oh, fuck! - [crashing]

[console] Vehicular impact.

[car rattling]

Five, four, three, two, one.

- [beeping] - It's not working.

[explosion booms]

[console] Structural integrity compromised.

The direct impact will result in catastrophic damage.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Shit!

- Are these guys with us? - I fucking hope so.

[Command] That's Sabertooth Viper, sir. Our guys.

We were just alerted to their engagement.

[guns firing]

[console] Scan accepted.

Activating extended controls and voice command.

Oh, shit!

It's working! It's working!

- It's... - [device trilling]

[beeping]

Looks fucking complicated.

[beeping, trilling]

[Command] Sir, you need to get mobile.

We got a second hostile vehicle just approaching from the west.

Copy that.

Moving east.

We need some firepower, sir.

[President] Right, right. Uh...

Are there any guns on this thing? Where are they?

[console] Would you like to initiate voice recognition?

Yes. Initiate voice recognition.

[console] Please repeat the following sentences.

The pipe began to rust while--

The pipe was rusted while it was new.

That's Harvard sentences. Standardized voice text.

[console] Please repeat the entire sentence.

No, come on.

[console] Incorrect. Voice activation at 30%.

- Would you like to retry? - No.

Just chill for a second, okay?

[console] Playing Presidential Playlist, Chill Vibes.

- What? - Chill Vibes?

[smooth jazz music playing]

[Command] On the keypad, sir...

The keys are color-coded.

The black ones are assault controls.

I would rather use voice control.

It won't fulfill offensive maneuvers

- unless that's just completely-- - Bullshit.

Bullshit.

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

[console] Activating rear miniguns.

Play some metal.

- Okay - [Taft] Play us some metal.

[console] Playing some metal.

[metal music playing]

[console] Structural integrity compromised.

- Hold on, Taft. - [revving]

- [tires screeching] - How do I aim these things?

[Command] Armed to fire, sir.

[metal music continues]

[Taft groaning]

[console] Rear miniguns spent.

- [President] Stop the music. - [music stops]

[guns firing, people shouting in distance]

[ominous music playing]

[Command] Sir, if you can maintain direction

and proceed for another 4.6 miles,

the Vipers will join backup momentarily.

Make 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.

[exhales sharply]

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 if that's the job.

[sighs heavily]

No more men are gonna die for me today.

You got that, Taft? Stitch yourself up.

I lost so much blood already.

[Command] The Vipers are behind you, sir.

- They will escort you to safety. - [Taft] I can feel it happening.

[President] You're gonna be fine. You're built like a tight end.

You're gonna be fine.

Taft, crust or no crust?

- Hey, crust or no crust? Answer me. - Uh...

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.

Mmm-hmm.

I was having lunch with him last year, you know, sitting across from him.

He ordered a ham and cheese sa...

Oh.

Beg your pardon. A croque monsieur.

[chuckles]

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.

[laughs] He lost his shit.

[in French accent] "I'm sorry, monsieur. I will take this in."

He waved his hand, waved him off, and go, "No, that's okay. It's fine."

The man starts cutting the crust off himself.

Taft. Hey, Taft, you still with me?

Yeah, I'm here.

The French... French Prime Minister.

He doesn't like the crust.

Doesn't like the crust, right.

[sighs] You know what I think that is?

- What? - I think it's kind of

a throwback to his childhood. You know?

A simpler time when things were cool and nice, and, you know...

his mom was taking care of him.

A happier time.

Like noisy snow.

Did you say, "Noisy snow"?

You know when... When it crunches underfoot?

I guess that was the happier time of my childhood.

Winters, Minnesota.

I remember holding her hand.

My mother. As we scrunched, scrunched across

the noisy snow.

And then...

she had this...

This big smile every time I looked up at her.

[child laughing faintly]

This sort of reminds me.

Every time I walk on noisy snow...

I think of that...

That big smile.

- Your mom, she, uh, is she still-- - She's gone.

Cancer, when I was 12.

[inhales sharply]

I'm sorry about that.

Well, when's the last time you heard some of that

noisy-ass snow?

[chuckles]

That's gotta...

[groans] Oh, shit.

[winces in pain]

Fuck. Oh, man. It's just...

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

That's just...

This is bleeding from the side. It's just pouring out.

[President] When did you get shot? What, 20...

Over thirty minutes ago, right?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe.

That reminds me of Jeffries.

- What? - Jacob Jeffries.

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

We were on the Cambodian border in 1970.

He took three.

Two in the alimentary canal, one in the spleen.

Pancreatic rupture.

Oh, shit.

[weakly] Sir, I...

He was a brazen son of a bitch.

You know? Just bold to a fault.

He 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 hemorrhaged.

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 trying to...

Just trying to save our friend's life.

Three days and three nights of just blood and bile.

Nobody coming to help us. Just...

Just us, you know?

Three days.

But, you know, that just goes to show you how long a body can last...

on blood.

[Taft] So, how long until he died?

Oh, no, He didn't die. [scoffs]

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

One's four, the other one's six. [chuckles]

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

but that motherfucker is still alive and kicking.

[both laughing]

I'm so, so sorry to say it, sir, but...

Pardon me for saying this,

but I love it when you say "motherfucker," sir.

[both laughing]

It sounds so good when you say it.

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

[laughing]

Motherfucker. How do you what... Motherfucker.

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

You gotta lose the "the." You just say "mofucker."

Mofucker.

[laughs heartily]

Mofucker. [chuckles]

Yeah, that's it.

You were really in it.

Weren't you, sir? The shit.

I always admired that about you.

You're not just...

You know, because you... 'Cause you've lived it.

[breathes sharply]

How's that wound doing?

Which one of them?

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.

[President] Well, we're gonna work with what we got, okay?

- See it? - I don't even... I can't read. Fuck it.

[groans in pain]

[President] Hey, hey, hey, come on.

- Fuck, that burns. - Keep pressure on.

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 theater of war.

All that matters...

is that we get out.

[Taft groans, mutters softly]

Shit. You keeping pressure on that thing?

It's just...

It's just not stopping.

I think we're gonna have to stitch it. Okay?

See if you can find something back there you can do that with.

You think this is...

[President] What's that?

It's like a surgical stapler.

Hell, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Use that.

Take a breath.

- Take a few. All right? - Okay.

Take a deep breath. Take a few deep breaths. Come on.

[exhales]

[President] Breathe.

[Taft breathing heavily]

Don't rush into it.

[breathing forcefully]

[clicking]

[groans] Oh, fuck!

[President] Ah, ah, ah, ah!

- [clicking] - God damn it! [groans]

God damn.

Motherfucking, cocksucking, son of a...

[President] Taft, Taft, Taft.

You see that drawer back there?

The...

presidential stash?

Ah, yes. That's the good shit back there.

[Taft] That's a bad idea.

Take anything you want. Uh...

But don't take the Verona. That belongs to me and Rosa.

That's... That's our special drink for special occasions.

But anything else, you know, knock yourself out.

[weakly] Okay.

[groans softly]

Ah!

[exhales heavily]

[laughs] Oh, goddamn, son.

Come on. That's $150 a sip.

Yeah, this is the good shit.

You took about a $250 gulp back there.

Uh, I'd say that was about six, seven hundred.

[President laughing]

Sir, do you want... Do you want some?

I'm driving, Taft.

Oh. Sorry, sir. Of course.

I'm just fucking with you. Give me a hit of that shit.

[chuckling]

Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm!

This is the good shit.

[Command] 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 wait. They're green.

Yeah, copy that.

[tense music playing]

Hey, hey, hey. Go easy, son. I don't want you passing out.

[Taft] It's helping, sir.

You maintaining that pressure?

Mmm. Affirmative, sir.

[suspenseful music playing]

How bad was it, sir?

Hmm? What?

The sh... Shit.

I think I might be getting a little bit drunk.

Hmm. No kidding.

[Command] Please stand by, sir.

It was bad.

- [Taft] Sir? - No.

It was bad.

Those three days Jeffries was bleeding out...

dying...

[scoffs] on account of me.

Something in my mind broke.

It was a physical thing, like a...

plate glass breaking over and over again.

I'd reached my limit for trauma.

And when you reach your limit...

you crumble.

[radio chattering indistinctly]

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...

[soldiers shouting indistinctly]

and realize that it's you

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

The malevolent part of your...

nervous system takes over and everything looks red.

You kill anyone and anything that walks across.

And you don't come back from it.

Vampire Squad.

That's what they called us.

We gave each other nicknames.

Then I realized later, it was just naming...

our deficiency.

[soldier] Nothing else in sight. Clear to move.

What was yours, sir?

[Command] The Beast is cleared to proceed.

But we are blind out there, Mr. President.

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

Copy that.

[engine starts]

It is still volatile, sir, but the neighbors

are considering lending us air support.

So we'll update as it develops.

How did you come back, sir?

You said...

It was...

It was her. Rosa.

[gentle music playing]

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

I was kind of,

you know, roaming around the VA

and she saw me.

I mean, she saw me.

Saw something no one else...

Said it was potential.

Camouflaged compassion.

[chuckles] But, you know...

She became my North Star.

She...

repurposed me totally inside and out.

Yeah, I am what I am because of her.

She...

is my everything...

my reason for being.

[gentle music continues]

You married, Taft?

No.

- I had a fiancée once. - Mmm. What happened?

I dropped the ball.

Hmm.

You need to find a purpose, son.

A reason to fight.

- Command. - [Command] Sir?

I want to 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's been debilitating issues all over the country with our connection.

I want to speak to my wife and I want to speak to her now!

I understand.

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

after you clear this construction site.

[tires screech]

- [rumbling] - Shit!

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

[engine groaning]

[tense music playing]

Shit!

[engine revving]

Fuck!

[tense music continues]

[engine whirring, creaking]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

[engine revving]

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

[console] Warning!

[guns firing]

[console] Warning!

[gunfire continues]

[console] Warning!

[gunfire continues]

[dramatic music playing]

Where the fuck did he go?

[car roof thumping]

Who the fuck are you?

And what are you?

[Command] Sir! Sir, we've lost the Vipers.

Sir, respond if you can.

Mr. President, if you copy, please respond.

[console] Warning. Front window sealed at 50%.

Front window sealed now at 40%.

Give me offensive options.

[console] Recommending martial options.

Thirty percent.

[beeping]

- Tear gas spritzer. - [President] No.

- [console] Ultrasonic LRAD. - No.

- [console] LED incapacitator. - No.

Twenty percent. Firefly drone.

Hell yeah. Give me that shit.

Launch.

[drone whirring]

[drone beeping]

That's what I'm talking about.

[engine whirring]

[car thuds]

[car creaks, thuds]

[scanner trilling]

[Taft groaning]

Taft?

- [whirring] - [Taft groaning]

Okay, Taft. Here we go.

[engine accelerating]

All right, we're out. Where am I going?

- Where do I need to be? - [Command] Retain directions, sir.

Stay on course.

Our optics in the region are completely shot,

so I will restate 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.

- We are trying to re-establish contact-- - Try harder.

Sir...

And... 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.

- [beeping] - Now something'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.

[grunts]

It's him. Get back.

The window seal is being compromised, sir.

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

[President] I am on it.

[tires screeching]

Taft, find something to hold onto in there.

In three... two... one!

[tires screeching]

[car accelerating]

[laughs] That 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.

- 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.

[console] Initiating voice recognition.

- Come on. - Please repeat the following sentence.

- Act on these orders... - 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 saved.

- Verification complete. - Yes!

Initiating self-drive. You may release the wheel.

[wheel beeping]

[President grunts]

Oh, yeah.

[Command] I have to advise you, the ride is not fully autonomous.

It will maneuver around objects, but it won't change course on its own.

- How long before the next turn? - Two and a half miles.

A medical professional will now be coming on to help guide you as necessary.

We got several issues here I need to handle very quickly.

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

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

I've got multiple bullet wounds that are bleeding.

I need to plug 'em up, quick. He'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 nothing like that in it.

Intravenous bags and quick clot apparatuses

are in the denoted case in the trunk.

Switch is right below the partition.

Okay. All right.

All right, great.

All right. [grunts]

We got a whole toolkit here, Taft. Here, man.

Ooh, 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 something to me. Open your eyes up.

Has disinfectant been applied, sir?

Uh, yeah, I'm gonna do that in just a second, okay?

I'm gonna use the good stuff. I got you. I got you.

[console] The ride will stop in 100 seconds.

[President] 100 seconds is just right.

[medic] 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.

Everything will be good.

All right, here we go. [grunts] Here we go, son.

[grunts] I got you, just like that.

[console] Please touch steering wheel to resume auto-drive function.

Where's it at? Here it is. Got it right here.

[console] Ride will stop in ten seconds.

- Nine, eight, seven, six... - [grunts] Shit, hold on.

- ...five, four, three. - [Command] Sir?

- You have to touch the wheel's hub. - I did.

[console] One.

Thank you. Maintaining route for 120 seconds...

Final reminder, fuel low,

- please refill within ten miles. - What's going on?

[console] The ride will stop in 90 seconds.

[medic] What's the situation, sir?

There's no exit wound.

The bullets are still in there. He took several hits to the side here,

and the bullets are still rattling around in there.

One of them's in there pretty deep.

All right, let me get this right. Let me do it right.

[Command] Sir?

Sir, you have to keep moving forward. You're all alone.

I'm not worried about that.

[console] This vehicle will stop in 60 seconds.

[President] Sixty seconds.

[medic] Kidney punctures require an intensive surgical procedure.

[President] I know what I'm doing. It's just shrapnel removal.

[medic] There should be surgical forceps in the supply.

I got the forceps.

[medic] Sir, I gotta tell you,

this invasive procedure is not a good idea.

Turn the sound down, please.

[console] Turning the radio volume down.

[Taft groaning]

[Taft groaning]

[President grunts] Got it.

[console] Vehicle will stop in seven seconds.

Six...

All right, stay with me.

- Stay... - [console] ...five.

Okay. All right.

[console] ...four

three,

- two... - [President] There he is. Come on.

[console] ...one.

[car stops]

- [grunts] - [thuds]

Fucking razor's inside.

You got 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? - [grunts] Okay.

I'm gonna do my best.

All right? And here we go.

Deep breath.

- [Taft groans] - Deep breath.

Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. No, no, no.

- Come on. Come on. Come on. - [screams]

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...

- [groaning] - Two! Oh!

Shit! Look at that. Look at that. I got it! I got it!

All right, all right! Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure!

Right there! That's it! Right there!

Put your hands on that! Hold it!

[Command] Sir, this is Command, we have been breached.

It's been an honor, sir.

[people screaming indistinctly over radio]

[woman screaming] Wait! Wait! Stop! Stop! Stop!

- [gun firing] - [woman screaming]

[signal cuts out]

[Taft groans softly]

[breathing heavily]

Sound up.

[console] Turning up radio volume.

Command.

Hello?

[softly] What's happening?

I have no idea.

Let me patch you up. They'll be back, okay? They'll be back

- Yeah, patch me up. - [President] 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.

You don't need to see. Just keep talking.

- [Taft groans] - All right? Here we go. Here we go.

Here we go. Oh, yeah.

[Taft] Patch me up. [grunts]

Can't be worse than I feel.

[President] Well, at least you're still feeling.

That's what counts.

- Pick a song. - A song?

Don't pick "Hurt so Bad."

[grunts, breathing deeply]

That'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.

"The Midnight Rider." [groans] The Waylon Jennings cover.

Play "Midnight Rider" by Waylon Jennings.

[console] Playing "Midnight Rider" by Waylon Jennings.

[Taft grunts] God.

["Midnight Rider" playing]

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 fucking Young.

[grunts]

♪ I gotta run to keep from hiding ♪

Yeah.

♪ I'm bound to keep on a riding ♪

Sing it. Come on.

[singing along] ♪ I got one more silver dollar ♪

[President] Yeah.

♪ I ain't going to let 'em Catch me, no... ♪

Sing it.

♪ I ain't going to let 'em catch ♪

♪ A midnight rider ♪

- [groans] - [President] Yeah, there you go.

"Midnight Rider." [chuckles]

- [groans deeply] - Okay, that's one.

Why you choose that song?

I don't really like country that much. [grunts]

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

Okay, well, this is a good song, but you know, Allman Brothers is better.

I told you one of mine. Now you tell me one of yours.

About what?

A desert island song.

I know. Uh, Madonna, right?

You're one of those Vogue dudes. I can tell.

- Mmm, definitely Madonna. - [groans softly, breathing heavily]

- Sir. - [chuckles] What?

Was that...

Was that a Madonna insult?

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

You would've lost my vote.

[laughing]

- [President] All right. For real, though. - [groans]

Well, who is it, then?

It's gotta be...

It's gotta be Prince.

What?

The purple one?

Oh, shit. [laughing]

- You bullshittin' me, right? - Nah.

- [President] Okay. - [groans]

[President] All right, here we go.

[President grunts]

Got it.

Shit.

[both groaning]

These stitches are not pretty, but they are in.

All right. You're gonna be fine.

You are gonna be just fine. [sighs]

Sorry if I rinse my hands off on you.

Sir.

[President] You all right?

I'm gonna die.

You are not gonna die, okay?

I don't wanna. I'm scared.

You're not gonna die. Hey.

I can't feel my... I can't feel...

[President] You're going back into shock.

Just ignore the pain and focus on me, okay?

Focus on me.

Focus, okay, come on, focus.

- Jeffries. Jeffries, sir? - [President] I didn't let him die. Right?

I'm not gonna let you die either, all right?

- Okay. - [President] All right.

[breathing heavily]

Sir, sir, that--

And let's stop with the "sir" shit.

All right? It's Oscar.

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.

[grunts]

[inhales deeply]

You don't mind.

What is that, that thing

that you do with your fingers?

- Sir. Oscar, sir. - Ah.

It's a... [smacks lips]

It's a little, um, Zen thing that

Rosa taught me, you know.

Meditative exercise.

It centers me.

Keeps me, uh, close to her.

Here.

Here.

Keeps the bedlam at bay.

Sir.

- Come on, come on, come on. - [breathing heavily]

Stay with me.

[Taft] If you don't mind.

I like it when you call me "son."

[breathing heavily]

Sir, sir. [grunts]

Sir, please.

Please tell her I'm sorry.

Rebecca, my...

My... My fiancée.

No...

My ex-fiancée.

Will you, will you please tell her that...

I know...

I know I was wrong.

I know it was... It was my fault.

Will you tell her that please?

- [President] Hey, hey. - Please tell her that.

[President] 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.

Yes.

- [President] You see that, right? - Yes.

I can see it.

- Yeah, I can hear-- - [engine roaring in distance]

Shit, I hear a truck.

Okay, look, we, we gotta move,

and, uh, just remember, I'm here with you, okay?

Get out of here.

[console] Warning. Fuel low. Please refill.

I know, I know.

[engine revving]

Get that!

Just stay there. Stay down!

[guns firing]

[President] What are you guys doin'?

Oh, fuck.

- Just standin' around, they're not... - [mutters indistinctly]

Holy shit. Taft, get down! Get down! Get down!

Shit.

Shit.

[bombs exploding]

- [rumbling] - [grunts]

[President] Hang on!

We're going in the tunnel?

[President] Yes, we're going into this tunnel.

It's gonna be too dark.

We've got eyes in there?

[engine accelerating]

Activate motion sensors.

[console] Unable to activate remote sensing system.

No obstacle circumvention capabilities available.

- Please retain manual control. - Activate thermals.

[console] DVE Thermal Imaging damaged,

no longer functional.

There's gonna be hostiles in there.

Yes, there are hostiles in here.

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?

[static crackling over radio]

[static continues]

[distorted voice sounds faintly]

[static crackles]

[mysterious voice] "Turning and turning in the widening guide.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer, things fall apart.

The center 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."

[voice continues indistinctly]

What the hell was that?

- Yeats. - Yeats?

A poem by WB Yeats, "The Second Coming."

- And it's about collapse. - Collapse?

Yeah, complete societal collapse.

Yeah, and it's about transformation too.

- Sir? - Spiritual refreshment.

What, 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.

[bomb exploding]

[console] Structural damage.

[metal clanging]

[guns firing]

[engine accelerating, brakes screeching]

[President] Shit.

[brakes screech]

[tense music playing]

[breathing raggedly]

[console] You have a defensive option.

Activate railgun.

[console] Activating the EM-1 RAILGUN...

[machine whirring]

[machinery whirring]

Take these motherfuckers out.

[grunts softly]

[President breathing heavily]

- [flies buzzing] - [pants]

[grunting]

What the fuck?

[panting]

[engine switches on, whirring]

Ah! There it is.

Taft.

Seeing this?

- Light... That's... is that an opening? - Yeah.

It's an opening.

[groans]

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

You have night vision or anything?

[console] Activating scotopic vision.

Oh.

Damn.

You seein' this?

- Would you clear up that static, - [officer] Do you copy, Paladin?

Repeat, this is Airborne Command and Control.

Copy. This is Paladin.

[Air Control] Paladin, TACAMO has you now.

TACAMO?

- Nuclear war contingency? - [Air Control] Affirmative, sir.

State of alert is at DEFCON 1.

All signals and ground-based command centers

- have been rendered inoperable. - What? Since when?

[Air Control] Offutt 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? - [Air Control] Yes, sir.

We're connected to the GO 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.

[Air Control] It is vital to ensure the nation's nuclear forces

are still in our command

until further development and resolution of the alert.

What about Rosa?

Give me the status of FLOTUS.

[Air Control] The last relay from her security detail

has her barricaded at her hotel.

- When? - [Air Control] Sir?

- When was the last relay? - [Air Control] Twenty-one minutes ago.

Barricaded?

[Air Control] 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?

[Air Control] Everything that can be done will be done for FLOTUS.

Bear in mind, you're the priority, Paladin.

The 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?

[Air Control] No concrete identification and they've still not made any demands.

There's been only a singular communiqué broadcast

- from the compromised sites. - The poem.

[Air Control] Intelligence is considering it a manifesto.

What's the scope of this attack?

[Air Control] 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?

[Air Control] Eighteen minutes out, precisely.

And, sir,

Argo-1 has also been compromised as of 11 minutes ago.

Compromised? Then where am I going?

[Air Control] 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 organize coordinate response.

- Shit. - [Air Control] Sir?

I think we're out of gas.

[Air Control] Our reading shows you're low on fuel,

but the reserves should still give you approximately 16 miles.

Something else, then. Maybe the engine. Maybe something broken.

[Air Control] I'm not seeing any engine issues here.

- [Taft] It's not the engine. - Say what Taft?

There's a chassis.

Something's caught underneath.

- It's stuck in the wheels. - [President] Oh.

Is that... What the hell is that?

Oh, shit.

[brakes screech]

[Air Control] Stay mobile, sir. You have to keep moving.

- Uh, we can't move. - [Air Control] Sir?

I have to exit the vehicle. Clean out the tire wheel.

[Air Control] Do not step outside the vehicle, sir.

You are still in danger.

Sir, you are blind out there. We urge you to not get out of the car.

- [door clicks] - I have to get out of the car.

I'll keep watch, sir.

[door unlocks]

[Air Control] Sir, please do not exit the vehicle.

[aircraft whooshes]

[explosions echoing in distance]

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting] What the fuck?

[grunting]

[coughing]

[distant explosions continue]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

- [grunts] - [metal creaking]

- [grunting continues] - [metal creaking]

[breathing heavily]

[radio chatter] ...a visual. We have a visual.

[radio continues indistinctly]

- [knife slicing] - [soldier groaning]

[door closes]

[engine starts, roars]

[engine accelerating]

[Air Control] Paladin, we see movement. Have you boarded the vehicle?

Yeah.

[Air Control] There was gunfire. We heard commotion.

Yeah, I handled it.

[Air Control] Copy that, sir. Please retain direction.

You're almost there.

You just killed that guy with your bare hands

like it was nothing.

Never forget how to ride a bicycle.

You're not doing that thing with your fingers anymore.

[President] No, I am not.

What about your condition?

Got a grip on it.

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

[chuckles]

If that's what you want to call it.

[Taft] What else could I call it?

[President] Well, me and it,

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

Old friends reconnect.

Time just slips away.

- [Air Control] Paladin. We-- - Rosa?

[Air Control] We've, uh, we've lost the FLOTUS's detail, sir.

Lost?

[Air Control] It's been overwhelmed.

What? What's the new extraction plan?

[Air Control] Sir, we've...

- We've lost her, sir. - What?

[Air Control] I'm sorry. We have satellite footage

showing the city center has been compromised.

Compromised?

[Air Control] Including the FLOTUS's hotel, sir.

Compromised by what?

[Air Control] By several high-intensity impacts.

So...

She's... She's gone?

Is that what you're telling me? Rosa is dead?

How can you be sure?

[Air Control] We dispatched a retrieval team, but Paladin,

that entire sector is gone, sir.

- Quarter of the city obliterated. - [gasps softly]

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

[sniffles, exhales]

Oh, man. Fuck.

[groans]

Taft, are you a believer?

In God...

Allah, a higher power or...

[chuckles sadly]

Any of that shit?

[voice echoes] You lied about Jeffries.

I happen to know the name of the Secretary's chief of staff,

buddy's sister is married to him.

It ain't Jeffries.

You lied to me because

you couldn't save him.

He took three in the gut for you and died for it.

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

You let me die.

Like all the others before me. [echoing]

You remember, don't you, Oscar?

Of course you do.

We wouldn't let you forget about it.

'Cause what were you gonna do? Where else were you gonna go?

That's why we started this.

Look, this exclusive little club.

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

That's just what I'm being told, being the newest member,

It's plain to see,

admission pre-requisites are pretty much nonexistent.

Everyone's welcome here.

Stop.

That's rude.

- Don't. - Oscar.

Oscar! Oscar!

You let us all in and now you wanna kill the party?

[chuckles] Kill the party!

- Stop! - No!

I didn't mean to. You're very sensitive right now, right?

- Fuck you, Oscar. - [whispers] Please.

No! You didn't have to let me in here. But you did.

So now I'm getting comfortable and making new friends here.

You could always join us back there.

[chuckles] I can't be the first one to suggest that.

That was a regular suggestion from older members.

Before she shut the door.

But she's gone now.

So beautiful.

- What a pretty smile. - [sobbing]

- She's not coming back. - [sobbing continues]

It's just us, you and me.

There's no refuge from the pain on her face.

[laughing]

People are dying because of you. People dying for you.

But you're still here, alive,

surviving.

For what?

[Air Control] 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.

- [bomb explodes] - [rumbling]

[console] Structural damage.

[distorted] Warning.

Structural damage.

Malfunction.

Structural damage.

[groans]

Core unstable.

- [Air Control] Paladin? - [faintly] Yeah.

[console] Structural damage.

[console speaks indistinctly]

Structural damage.

Warning.

Threat detected.

- [metal creaking] - Structural damage.

[console speaks indistinctly]

Warning.

[Air Control] Do you copy?

[console speaks indistinctly]

Warning.

[Air Control] Sir, are you okay?

[metal creaking]

[thumping]

[console] Warning.

[Air Control] Can you hear us, Paladin?

[metal creaks]

[console] Warning!

[Air Control] Paladin?

[saw whirring]

[console] Warning.

- [Air Control] Paladin? - Initiate self-destruct.

[console, distorted] Initiating self-destruct protocol.

Warning.

Breach warning.

Shields at 26%.

Warning, vehicle will self-destruct in 90 seconds.

Twenty-three percent.

Warning.

Nineteen percent.

Warning, vehicle will self-destruct in 80 seconds.

Nine percent.

Warning.

Seven percent.

[woman over radio] Hello?

Hello, Oscar.

Rosa?

[Rosa, distorted] Am I getting through?

- Rosa? - Oscar, is that you?

- Rosa? - Oh, thank God.

- Oh, Rosa. - Baby, yes, it's me.

Can you hear me?

Yes, uh, I can hear you, love.

I thought you were dead...

Where are you?

I'm on Marine-1.

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

Where are you?

- Um... - I was told you were close.

I'm not gonna make it.

[console] Vehicle will self-destruct--

- in 30 seconds. - [Rosa] Baby?

[groans] Rosa...

The car's upside down here.

They're breaking in, they...

- [Rosa] We're close. We're almost there. - They got me.

- [Rosa] Just hold on, baby. - Rosa...

[groans] They got me.

- [Rosa] No - I'm... 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 are 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.

[Rosa] That's right.

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

You understand?

Whatever it takes.

[console] Seal compromised. Prepare for encroachment.

I'm coming.

[console] Warning, vehicle will self-destruct in 30...

[groans]

...twenty-seven,

twenty-five,

twenty-two,

Twenty. Complete systems failure.

Goodbye.

[tools revving]

[engine revving]

[engine accelerating]

[console] Four,

three,

two.

Vehicle will self-destruct in one second.

[men groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[screaming]

- [body thuds] - [gun cocks]

[grunting]

[both grunting]

[flesh squelching]

[grunts]

[panting]

Rosa! [echoes]

[grunting softly]

[engine starts]

Rosa.

[helicopter hovering]

I'm comin'.

[engine accelerating]

[music playing]