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(animal roaring lowly)

(dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

(engine revving)

- Hold it, fellas.

Hold up.

Oh, good evening, Colonel.

- Just picking up
materials for the academy.

(engine idling)

- Sir, I don't see your name on the list.

- It's a last minute request, son.

General Smith signed off.

- I don't mean to hold you up.

But, I will need to call this in.

Do you mind?

- Yes, he minds.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

- Section patrol in 10 minutes.

(dramatic music)

- Which room?

Come on!

(door buzzing)

Get to work.
- Yes, sir.

- [Colonel] I have access
to much better material.

This is recycled junk is useless.

- We'll see about that.

(crickets chirping)

(door humming)

- [Colonel] Security they're early!

(keypad beeping)

- How do we get out?

- I tried.

- What are you saying?

- Let me try something else.

(keypad beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(bomb beeping)

(alarm blaring)

- [Avi] Come on.

- You're insane.

- Yes, I thought you knew.

(alarm blaring)

(truck engine revving)

- [Commander] Move, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

- [Officer] Hold it wait right there!

- Drop your weapons now!

- Put it down!
- Put them down!

(dog barking)

- Move out, move out, let's go!

Keep it moving.

(dogs barking)

(flare guns popping)

(brakes squeaking)

(helicopter blades roaring)

- [Pilot] Bravo team to ground leader,

I have visual contact on vehicle
northbound 39er and 49er.

- [Leader] Roger that, Bravo,
we'll follow your lead.

(suspenseful music)

- [Pilot] Ground leader
they just lit up down here.

Possible suicide mission.

- I got a hell of a
mess down here, fellas.

No sign of survivors.

- [Pilot] Roger, Ground, we're closing in.

- Don't look at me like that.

You got what you want.

Now give me what I want and we're done.

(dramatic music)

- American greed will one day

dismantle the rest of the world

making them nothing more than slaves

to their own self-righteous economy.

- This isn't greed.

It provides my family with a decent life.

It's security.

(gun cocking)

- This is security.

(gun firing)

(engine revving)

(powerful guitar music)

- [Man] 13 years ago.

- I'm standing here on Tigani Beach

just south of Japan's Narita Airport

in what can only be
described as a disaster area.

- Wall Street stumbles today

as seven of the world's most
powerful business leaders

die tragically in this morning's
plane crash off the coast.

- That an explosion just after take off

sent flight 770 out of control

and into the Pacific Ocean.

There were no survivors.

NTSB officials along
with Central Intelligence

continue to search for the
answer to the question:

Was this the result of human error

or the act of a terrorist?

- Any survivors could still
be targets, Mr. President.

We need to protect them, to hide them.

- They'll work for us, and only us.

- Of course, sir.

- [Instructor] Go again.

- [Children] Hai.

Huh!

Hey!

(snake tail rattling)

(birds chirping)

(car engine revving)

(lively rock music)

- [Man] He's coming in alone.

- [Woman] Copy that.

- How you doin'?

Jealous?

Oh, careful.

That's loaded, sweetie.

- This way.

- Hmm, hello there.

I hope you don't find
all this too pretentious.

Business in town can draw
attention I'd rather avoid.

- Understandable.

- Oh, yes, this is Miss Love.

She's new to our stable here.

I felt it was time she see
just how I like to do business.

- Is that it?

- Yes.

- Well, let's have a look.

(bones cracking)

Can I get more light, please.

Wow.

Nicely done.

- There're all there.

Silos in Europe, the U.S., South America.

All the codes you need for activation.

- They warranty?

- None, launch codes change all the time.

My reputation should guarantee.

That's why I get paid the big bucks.

- Yes.

- What's this?

- That is the solution to a
certain dilemma I'm having.

I'm always looking for new
connections in the underworld

someone who knows their
way around arms deals

and military specs,

which is why I couldn't resist
Miss Love's qualifications.

Yet, it was foolish of
me to welcome someone

whom I have never heard
of before, very foolish.

As it turns out,

Miss Love is not all she claims to be.

(ominous music)

Isn't that right?

- Look, I just came here for the money.

Have your employee evaluations
on somebody else's time.

- But that won't solve my problem.

You see, I've never heard of you either,

and that troubles me.

There's a reason I've never
spent time behind bars.

It's because I don't allow myself

to fool victim to traps.

(dramatic music)

(men groaning)

So,

I would like you to remove that pistol,

and fire a shot through Miss Love's head.

That will be hard to resist
by a man of your reputation,

presuming you are, in
fact, who you claim to be.

- This wasn't the deal.

- Pick up the gun,

or you don't have any deal.

Pick it up!

- I usually prefer to save
target practice for the weekends.

Guess, I'll have to make an exception.

(gun cocking)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicking)

- How about that.

You might be interested to know

that I recently acquired
one of these missiles.

I think, you'll find it's new
location quite disturbing.

(dramatic music)

You have to think globally
to succeed in business today.

Thanks to you guys the next
world power ignoring my demands

becomes an instant target for the militia.

- Satellites online, Mr. Nayo.

- Ah, that's great.

Well, thank you whoever you are.

Perhaps I could grant you a last request.

- Got a hacksaw?

- Hmm.

Enjoy your flight.

- You gave him real launch codes.

- If I gave him fakes and
he checked, we'd be dead.

- Oh, I see you plan
on living through this.

- Could be worse.

(metal clanking)

See.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on let's go!

(guns firing)

(gasping softly)

(people grunting)

(dramatic music)

Go, go, go, go!

(guns cocking)

- [Man] The car, hit the goddamn car.

(guns firing)

- That's never a good sign.

- What else you got in here?

- If we don't get to the codes in time,

can you turn this thing off?

- Turn offs, his department.

- We can handle it.

- [Jason] Come on let go.

- That's our getaway!

- Yeah, you push, I'll steer.

(truck engine revving)

- Cover me.

- I got ya.

- Come on, come on!

(tires screeching)

- [Joel] He's tagged, right?

- Yeah, in the cheesecake.

- You fed him the tracking cap.

Next time you cook me dinner
remind me to skip dessert.

- [Lena] I've never cooked you dinner.

- Yeah, but you wanted to.

- Can we just get the codes, please.

- Girl's in denial.

- [Lena] He's close,
Joel, can you step on it?

- [Joel] I've got it floored,
Lena, we're too heavy.

This stupid plow probably ways a ton.

- Plow.

- No, no, no, no, no!

Look out!
- Shit.

- Sorry.

- You're losing 'em.

Go right!

Go right!

(tires screeching)

(alert beeping)

- What's that?

- Someone's in the command module.

- Shit, come on, move!

(tires screeching)

Loose those, idiots!

Come on move now!

- [Lena] They're getting away!

(tires screeching)

(missile hissing)

(tires screeching)

- You can barely steer, Joel.

Stay on the road.

- Hey, could be worse.

- I wish you'd stop saying that.

- Oh.

Whoa, ho, ho, look at those.

- [Lena] Oh, shit he's
going through the town.

(tires screeching)

- Move, move, move, move, move!

(horn honking)

(people yelling)

- Get out of the way!

- Shit.

- [Man] Asshole!

(people yelling)

(tires screeching)

- Lose those idiots!

(people screaming)

- Jesus!

(people yelling)

(tires screeching)

- Lose them.

(car horns honking)

Good.

- Uh.

- Let me guess.

- Uh, these brakes aren't feeling so good.

(car honk honking)

(people gasping)

(dramatic music)

- [Nayo] Oh, shit!

- [Joel] They might still be alive.

(train horn blaring)

- There's no rush really.

- The codes.

(dramatic music)

(alert beeping)

- [Derek] You close over there?

- No, why?

- We're toast.

- I'm gonna need to see your
license and registration

and what's in the caboose?

- Got it!

The last digit's burned off.

(missile alert chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(missile roaring loudly)

(missile powering down)

- What'd you do?

(gentle music)

- I trust everyone here heard about

the Bishop munitions theft in Utah.

The space stores a fairly
eclectic supply of hardware.

We'd like it back.

In your files you'll find a
manifest of missing items.

I'd like you to feed it to your

underground sources right away.

Yesterday I received a phone call from the

Dimina Humanitarian Committee
in Southern Cambodia.

Next slide please.

This field was next on their list.

As you can see, gentlemen,
we have a gopher,

and the gopher walked off with
the contents of those mines.

Unfortunately, those contents
were not ordinary stock.

It seems that it is now
common practice in Cambodia

to lace the charge with dioxide.

In case anyone here doesn't
know what dioxide is.

It is a chemical 20 times
more lethal than cyanide.

Considering the dose that would come

from a field of that size,

I would say we have our hands full.

I want everyone in this room

to make this their top priority.

I want this juice found fast.

I want the culprits ass
bounced into prison.

Is everyone clear?

- [Group] Yes.

- Are there any questions?

Thank you, gentlemen, your dismissed.

Colonel McKay.

Would you mind staying a moment, please?

(door creaking)

Leonard Nayo turned up yesterday.

Flame broiled.

Apparently, he ran into some car trouble

in the Austrian mountains.

Care to add anything to that?

- No, sir.

- When you came to us
after the accident, McKay,

we made an agreement.

Central allowed you to raise those kids,

train them under our
protection in an effort

to create a covert
alternative when needed.

You got the most sophisticated hardware,

confidential access,

complete absence of any red tape.

In return, we got names, photos,

and all the hard intelligence
necessary to prosecute.

- That agreement stands.

- Not when dead bodies start turning up.

- Accidents happen.

- Come on, McKay.

Moral boundaries are being
crossed here, and you know it.

Now I don't wanna lose the
assistance of your team,

but I will not have them exacting revenge

on every horrible bastard
they happen to cross.

If there's an investigation,

I think, we both know the
President will be implicated.

I understand that they're victims,

and that's the main reason
why I've supported them.

But, you need to make something
perfectly clear to them.

They are not, I repeat not,

the final solution.

- I will.

- Good, now that, that is out of the way,

I wanna talk to you about
having your team come in

on some of these more critical matters.

(dramatic music)

We could use the help.

- I'm listening.

- [President] It's a routine
babysitting job, McKay.

Bunch of high profile
types heading to Japan

for some economic summit.

They requested our best protection.

I'm assigning you.

Look, just keep your eyes open,

and keep 'em safe, understand?

- Yes, sir, Mr. President.

(computer beeping)

Good morning, I trust
you're all well and rested.

You've seen the material before you,

so let's get to it.

I'd like to focus on
these missing land mines,

assuming someone is out to transfer

the dioxide into something else.

Considering the hardware
stolen from Bishop,

that threat becomes very real.

There's no evidence, however,

linking these two so find some.

Central has granted us
full access to both CIA

and Secret Service profiles.

The clock prevents any
type of in depth study,

so your best leads are
gonna come from field work,

locations, names.

I'll expect an immediate update

the moment you think you're warm.

Then I'll supply support,

and we'll take it from there.

Before I go, I've been
asked to pass on a message.

Our objective is counter-terrorism.

We are not mercenaries.

No more Leonard Nayos.

You're pissing off Washington, understood?

- [Group] Yes, sir.

- One more thing.

Colonel Tate has been called
away on mandatory duty.

His duty Rachel will be
your pilot until he returns.

Make her feel at home.

- By all means.

- Hmm.

- As always do your best.

Come back alive.

(sighing heavily)

- Next time that guy comes on,

somebody change the channel, all right.

- He meant it this time.

I think, McKay is sick
of hearing ultimatums.

- And I'm sick of hearing threats.

What do they think we do
sit around throwing darts

at a list of people we're gonna eliminate.

They should be happy we're on their side.

- Alright, let's not get ugly.

We've been through this.

McKay's the only person
we take orders from

same goes from threats.

- About that homework, any leads?

- Nothing solid, I stuck
with Eastern groups mostly.

South Korea, Hong Kong, called
a few contacts nothing hit.

I also did a manpower breakdown.

You know, with the time span
in relation to the location

of each theft, you can
eliminate a few groups

who couldn't have
physically pulled it off.

- You're scaring me, bro.

- You got a better idea?

- Yeah, maybe.

I'm looking at this
manifest of missing items,

and there's a mistake
there's a picture here

that's supposed to be 12 Hawk missiles.

The missiles pictured
there have eight tail fins.

Hawks can only have six.

- So what are they?

- Harpoons.

Details I tell ya it's a curse.

- You know, harpoons are
only used on battleships.

- Is anyone missing one of those?

- Short range, surface to
air defense missiles, lovely.

- There are mothball
fleets all over the world.

Dozens of battleships just sitting around

that's where I'd start.

- Yeah, but how many of
those can launch harpoons?

- Well, this shows a navel
graveyard in Argentina with one

and one on the Black Sea that's closer.

- Black Sea?

- Surf.

- I, uh, think you'll be disappointed.

Besides how about we
find the harpoons first,

stop a catastrophe.

- You know, Ashe works over there now.

Maybe I should stop by,
catch up on old times.

- Well bring mice.

Snakes like mice.

(dramatic music)

(plane engine revving)

- Few in the high-tech
world of computer gaming

can match the success of my next guest.

Demanding, unscrupulous in
his quest for supremacy,

and some might even say spoiled

by his meteoric rise to the top,

please welcome Tanner Gold.

- [Tanner] Wow, thank you.

- Tanner, how do you explain

the incredible success of your games?

- Well, games, I think, are
a validation of humanity.

They challenge your mind,
your physical endurance.

They force you to trust
in yourself and in others.

They allow us to have experiences

that most likely we could never have.

- For example, most of us could never

triumphantly command a
battleship through enemy waters,

and yet with your latest
creation, Fleet Command,

that wish comes true.

- Exactly.

Although with the time I
spent designing this game

I think, I could command a battleship.

- [Host] It gets that specific.

- Oh, yeah, my games
are insanely realistic.

That's what the players
most, a real experience.

- Well, they will indeed be excited

when they find out that
the actual battleship

that you used to design this game

will be on display this week

when Fleet Command makes its world premier

at the International Comdex
Convention in Athens.

- Well, we got to get it there first.

- (chuckling) Once we get it there.

Now this is an event that hundreds

of thousands of people will be attending.

It's one I don't think you'll wanna miss.

Now we'll be right back with more of our

conversation with Tanner
Gold in just a moment.

(children chatting)

- [Woman On Television] Jack.

(soft knocking on door)

You know, when I said I
wanted to have dinner,

I was hoping that included
dinner conversation as well.

- [Jack] Sorry, I'm being a jerk, huh?

- Oh.

Hi.

Thank you.

It's fine.

(throat clearing)

Oh, excuse me.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- I'm sure you know a lot
about this ship, Mr. Gold,

but keep in mind she's
not dressed for battle.

So try to avoid any hostile forces.

- Hostile forces.

Oh, this must be Captain Stevens.

- Captain Rook Hall.

- Uh, Tanner Gold.

- I'm afraid Captain Stevens

had a reaction to some medication.

I'll be taking this place.

- Oh, that's too bad.

I was looking forward to
meeting Captain Stevens.

- Is this her?

- Yes, sir.

Seen better days, of course.

But for this sort of
show-and-tell type stuff,

she'll get the job done.

- Good.

(dramatic rock music)

Verify coordinates right away.

So what do you think?

- Oh, I think, my fans are gonna get

a big kick out of this.

My games are my life.

- You wanna take us out of here?

- No, I.

- You know how.

- Right, yeah.

This is cool.

(upbeat music)

(telephone ringing)

- Engine room.

- Slow ahead.

- Aye, sir, slow ahead.

Slow ahead!

(engine hissing)

(machine beeping)

(boat whistle blowing)

(birds chirping)

- [Elaine] Off to save the world again?

- Yes.

- You know, I am beginning
to think there is

a red cape underneath
that uniform of yours.

- Oh, well, maybe.

Although, I have stopped leaping

tall buildings in a single bound.

- Yes, but are you still
faster than a speeding bullet?

- Depends on what you have in mind.

(chuckling softly)

- Here's the material for tomorrow.

I know you hate interviews,

but this one's important.

So, don't let me down.

I'll fax you the flight information.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Washington just granted clearance,

so let's take a look at the inventory.

Hasn't changed much in the past few years.

A couple of ships moved up
from South Africa a while back.

Of course, we had an old
ship leave here yesterday.

This wealthy fellow called in a favor

he had coming from your
defense department.

They supplied full clearance for the move.

Should be docking in
Athens sometime today.

- Where'd the crew come from?

- Navy, stationed here.

But the captain was
flown in from the States.

Stayed at the hotel just down the way.

- [Lena] Any weapons onboard?

- On the Exeter, no
nothing, a few small arms,

but she's still a bucket of bolts.

I don't even think the stove works.

Why, is there a problem?

- Uh, can we make copies of these?

- Yeah, sure.

- Where'd you say that hotel was?

- Whale watching.

You probably wanna look behind us.

When I was designing Fleet Command,

I learned that whales and
dolphins use boats like this,

like tour guides, seriously, sharks too.

Ah, that's all on the 64-bit version.

I'll get you a copy.

Now what are these monkeys doing.

Probably filming a beer
commercial or something.

Report their asses to the Coast Guard.

Athens Port Harbor this is...

They're not supposed to be here.

(gun cocking)

(tense music)

- Hit the brakes.

Now.

(gun firing rapidly)

(alarm buzzing)

(sailor groaning)

- Come on get up.

- Go, go, go.

Starboard side clear, awaiting orders.

(helicopter blades roaring)

- On the deck now!
- Move.

- Don't move!
- Keep quiet.

- [Hijacker] Keep your
hands behind your head now.

(dramatic music)

- [Avi] Clear this area over here.

- [Man] Yes, sir.

- You must be Tanner Gold.

I enjoy your video games.

They're inspiring.

- What do you think you're doing.

- [Man] Keep your eyes open.

- I'll be borrowing this ship
for a few hours, Mr. Gold.

But don't you worry you'll have it back

in time for your big entrance,

and it's gonna be spectacular.

(chuckling softly)

But, first, I have to
cure it of its impotence.

Rock, take him back to the
bridge and get us moving.

Dear Brother,

and you said this would be the hard part.

How long do you need?

- A few hours.
- Okay.

(dramatic music)

- Full speed ahead, Game Boy.

(gun cocking)

(bell ringing)

(bell tolling)

- Gentlemen.

Whatever strategies are racing through

your simple minds right now forget them.

Resist our orders and you'll be killed.

I don't tolerate adversity too well.

Consider that fair warning.

(dramatic music)

Like clockwork.

(upbeat music)

(man speaking in foreign language)

- What do you want?

(intercom buzzing)

Upstairs.

- You can have the thing back, Adrian.

I don't know how to fly a helicopter.

I need collateral I can use

like a house or a casino.

You've got plenty of those, don't you?

I'm gonna give you till next week

to come up with something

or I'm gonna sell your gun ship

to your little Mexican friend.

Now how would you like that?
- Now I'll tell you something!

It's a six million dollars a unit.

- No, I didn't think so.

Talk to ya.

(Adrian yelling on phone)

Well, well, well.

Look at you.

Pretty fly for a white guy.

- How you been, Ashe?

- Hmm.

- [Joel] Thought our
deal was no more outlaws.

- Uh-uh, just tying up a few loose ends.

This is last year's business.

I'm legit now, I promise.

You still wearing diapers,
or can I make you a drink?

- If this was a social visit, maybe.

- Well, then let's make it social.

- What's hot right now?

- Telecommunications.

The whole world's wired up to the web.

You ain't got game
unless you got a domain.

You know what I'm sayin'?

- Right, but that's not
what I'm talking about.

I'm sure even a legit name like yourself

still gets calls on occasion,

commodities only a select few can afford,

like most of your clients.

- Ex-clients.

- Of course.

- You just love to get me
in trouble, don't you J?

- I prevent trouble, remember?

If you bought anything on
that list making the rounds,

you let me know.

I need some names.

Who's buying right now?

Who's moving the money?

If you can help, Ashe,

anything, I'd appreciate it.

- Look.

Don't think I disrespect
what you guys did for me,

and I know I owe you one.

And if I had anything, J,

I would give it to you, but I don't.

(lively music)

- I've seen puddles with bigger waves.

- There's a low dribbler.

- Hey, got good news.

You get to go play.

- Where?

- Ship left here yesterday.

I need you to see if it's
the one we're looking for.

Jason and I are gonna stay
here and check things out.

Alright, just a quick on off thing.

Drop in, ride it for a while,

and check for bad guys.

You up for that?

- If it's on water, we can ride it.

- Alright, you be careful.

- Awe, group hug.

Come on.

So they taking the ship?

- Yeah.

- You guys get any bad vibes out there

you just give us a call,

and we'll come get you, okay.

None of that wonder twins stuff.

- Huh, that's original.

- Yeah, nice shirts.

- (sighing) Let's do a spot check.

- Just name the spot.

- [Man] Bellhop, Bellhop.

- Oh, welcome can I help you?

- Andre, you sure could buddy.

Could you take a giant step to your right?

- Sure.

- Excuse me.

Thanks, doll.

- Can I help you?

- Well, I sure hope so.

(dramatic music)

- [Avi] This everyone?

- All crew accounted for, sir.

- Good.

And if one of them blinks the
wrong way, don't hesitate.

- Yes, sir.

(machine beeping)

- How are we doing?

- [Brother] Target range in one hour.

- And the cargo?

- Getting change over right now.

It will take me a while
to get your remote set.

But we will have ample time to evacuate.

- Your prison education
sure came in handy.

(brother sighing heavily)

You doubt this effort, don't you?

Well don't.

Doubt invites weakness,

and weakness invites disaster.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- So did you actually see
Captain Stevens check out?

- No, I didn't.

- Do you think you could
maybe show me the room?

- Andre.

I'm going on break.

Can you cover?

- [Andre] Sure.

(birds chirping)

- Nice view.

Take it easy.

- I only have 20 minutes.

- Look, I just, uh...

Oh, hell.

- Your body.

- Yeah, I've been sweating to the oldies.

- I'll be right back.

Take off all your clothes.

- God, this job.

(eerie ominous music)

Well, this looks like a
fetish even beyond me,

so I'm just gonna.

(tense music)

Okay.

(men grunting)

Guys, don't start something
you can't (grunting).

(dramatic music)

- It's getting way too
hot out there, Ashe.

Being on the 10 most wanted list

is a badge of honor to most of these guys.

Go online you can buy
nukes by the six pack.

An angry hacker, one
guy, can shut down NASA.

I don't get it.

- You don't get it.

Shit.

Look at what drives you.

I don't know where your
vendetta comes from, J.

That little avenger you have
stomping around your heart

he's in the heart of all your enemies too.

Trust me.

Badness is gonna be around long
after you leave this planet.

And when you fight,

there's always gonna be somebody there

that pities your opponent,

and with pity they gain support and grow.

(gentle music)

- Then I'd better get back to work.

You know where to find me.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)
(men groaning)

(man grunting)

(guns cocking)

(man grunting)

- Joel!

- [Woman] Destroy contents.

Goodbye.

- What's that on the roof?

(gun firing)

- Hang on!

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

- Ex-clients of yours?

Can we park this thing?

We're sitting ducks out here.

(gun firing)

(people yelling angrily)

(men grunting)

- [Man] Hey!

(gun firing)

- Hey, not too much, man.

She didn't even get naked.

(chuckling softly)

- Before I rip out your tongue

and stick it down your throat, let's chat.

Torture comes second
nature to me, little man.

So tell us why you are here?

Or I start cutting things off.

(dramatic music)

- You could start with the ropes.

That'd be a big help.

- Enough.

- No.

(speaking in foreign language)

(men grunting)

(suspenseful music)

- Have you seen anything
strange around here?

- Oh, nice, trying for the pool?

- Yeah, just put this all on my bill.

Andre will take care of it.

- Gee, you think we're onto something?

- Yeah, the chick at the front test

is totally into the group thing.

Let's get out of here.

(intercom beeping)

- [Man] Listen up.

Avi, wants those dead
bodies thrown overboard,

and all the supplies up on deck.

- [Man] Let's go, come on.

- [Keith] Extreme, eh?

- Stupid thing.

- What's up?

(machine beeping)

The signal's jammed?

- Wanna stay or bail?

(gun cocking)

(man grunting)

- Time for a disguise.

Something's up on this ship.

I'm going inside.

- I'll go see what's blocking our signal.

- Ugly tattoo, bro.

(computer keyboard clicking)

- It was kind of like
a pissed off elephant.

- Okay, I'll just put elephant.

You have sort of a coconut
scent thing going on.

Wonder what you landed in?

It's not bad.

- It's working for ya, huh?

I think, the label's stuck to my back.

Maybe you could check that out later.

- Hmm.

- This one.

Does that look familiar to you?

- No.

(keyboard clicking)

This can't be right it's an access glitch.

- I know I've seen that somewhere before.

- Hmm, I'm gonna call it in.

Maybe McKay can bring it up.

(computer alert beeping)

- Yes, Lena.

- Colonel, I'm here with Jason.

We're accessing a profile
directory, IDing a tattoo.

But we're getting shut out.

I thought we had complete access.

I'm in commute right now,
Lena, away from my computer.

Do you have it there?

- I'm sending it, sir.

(computer beeping)

Where did this come from?

- Possible suspect on the pearl theft.

- Let's get everyone back onboard, Lena.

We'll wait until I return to Washington

to pursue this any further.

I'll speak to you Monday.

- Oh, wait we're through?

- Until further notice, yes.

- Sir, we're making progress.

- There's a mistake on
the weapons manifest we--

- Are you two not hearing me clearly?

This mission is through, abort it.

You're ordered to cease
any further investigation.

Is that clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- Go home.

(dramatic music)

- I'll signal to Joel and the twins.

(machine beeping)

- It's not what you think, Joel.

I would never set you up.

- Sure, you would.

(gun cocking)

Who are they?

- They came to me a few
weeks back when they heard

that I was the broker for
the missing land mines.

- [Joel] Dioxide.

- I know, I know, I lied.

But I was dead if I said anything.

Ever since I finished in Steele,

they've just been watching me.

Every move I make.

Every person I meet.

- Do you know their target?

- They just...

They used to pick money syllables, power.

- Used to, what they have a track record?

- They're professionals.

They made a big splash in '87.

Took down an airliner filled
with computer mavericks,

industrial hot shots.

Nobody survived, but it took
its toll on the world market.

That was their plan.

(dramatic music)

The leader was wiped out
by a covert hit team.

But the two sons...

The two sons they got
nailed for the crash.

They were sentenced to life in prison,

but they're out now and they're angry.

So if you wanna pull
that trigger, go ahead.

Because with the watch
dogs they have on me,

I'm as good as gone.

(cellphone beeping)

- We just got dropped.

Kay what's everyone back.

- I'll be in.

You're coming with me.

I want everything you know.

If one word sounds like bullshit,

so help me, Ashe.

- I'm not trying to talk
you out of anything,

but you know McKay's temper.

He's not gonna be cool with this.

- Look, Keith and Derek
are still out there.

I'm not just gonna pick up and go home.

- They didn't come in?

- I can't reach them.

(sighing) You.

I knew you'd be linked to this.

You truly amaze me, woman.

- Well, there's a simple task.

- Whoa, Rachel.

Would you please escort our guest here

to less hostile quarters.

I know why we've been called in.

- Doesn't matter McKay just balled us out.

Gave us orders--

- And we'll follow orders.

(dramatic music)

McKay's always told us
concentrate your anger

on preventing further acts of terrorism.

Save others the grief.

He assured us that even though the group

behind our attack was eliminated,

hundreds of others just
as powerful still exist.

And that's why we do this, right?

That's our foundation.

But, uh,

I don't think it's entirely true.

The group we're tracking,

these battleship guys,

are the same ones behind Flight 770.

(ominous music)

They're back.

(dramatic music)

- The tattoo.

(dramatic music)

There that morning I saw one of 'em.

- Well, we have to tell McKay.

- He knows, Joel, that's
why he pulled us in.

- No, we have to tell
him to let us finish.

We've all seen what these people can do.

He can explain to Griffin.

- Griffin wouldn't send us
if we were his last resort.

He'd see this as a mercenary mission.

McKay is protecting us.

- Hold on where do you think you're going.

- One of my skills is
professional counter-terrorists.

Have a nice day.

- (chuckling) No.

This shouldn't be different
than any other mission.

I'm calling in.

- Cool, you call McKay.

I'm going after Keith and Derek.

- Until we get new orders,

you're not going anywhere.

- Stop me.

- Jason!

- You're gonna take 'em all alone, Turbo.

Don't confirm my doubts
of your sanity, Jason!

Oh, no, you don't.

You wanna share a cell
with G.I. Joe out there?

Ugh!

Ugh!

(dramatic music)

- So is this a permanent dark side?

Look, if you're on a rescue
mission, that's one thing.

But if you're out for blood,

there's a pretty good chance
you're gonna trash the team.

When Central catches up with
you, you'll go to prison.

- Prison.

How's that any worse than us walking away

knowing what we now know?

Do you have any idea what comes up

when you look up our old
social security numbers?

Deceased.

We don't exist, Lena.

Because some twisted freak
and his little buddies

decided to blow our plane out of the sky,

we get to grow up in Nowheresville

with nothing but first names.

And just like all the other little kids

we got to learn about ballistics

and international spy codes,

how to kill the enemy with our thumbs,

how to endure relentless torture and pain.

I'm done enduring the pain.

There's just one thing I can
think to do to make it stop.

- Well, at least let me drive.

Then you can blame it all on me.

- I was gonna do that anyway.

- So what is it that you want?

Don't you have a list
of demands on somethin'?

- You are a wealthy man,
aren't you, Mr. Gold?

- Money is that what you want?

Well, name your price I'll pay it.

- No, no, no, what I'm saying is

you have plenty of money
to live a wonderful life.

Yet, you continue to work.

Expanding your company,

raising your value on the market, why?

Because you found the one thing

you can do better than
anyone else in the world.

And the power that comes with that role,

that supreme reputation,

it's worth more than any currency can buy.

You have your games and I have mine.

(chuckling softly)

You didn't realize we had
that much in common, did you?

(tense music)

(cellphone beeping)

- [Derek] There you are.

(cellphone beeping)

(voices speaking faintly)

(gun cocking)

- Where did you come from?

All my prisoners are accounted for?

You're not on my list, why?

- I'm not on the cruise sheet.

I'm an intern.

- Where was he?

- Poking around downstairs
near the weapons room.

A guard is missing from that area.

(suspenseful music)

- Did you hurt one of my men, Intern?

No, not this one.

Never harmed a living soul.

Who was back up for that post?

- Me, sir.

(gun firing)

- Then who was watching your post?

I want every bolt of
this ship searched now.

And toss that man with the others.

- Don't worry I'm here to help.

(cellphone ringing)

(man grunting)

(electricity buzzing)

(dramatic music)

- You lost?

You know our policy on public meetings.

This had better be important.

- Why didn't you tell us?

(dramatic music)

Why did you lie?

- When pain exists in
the mind or in the body,

human nature insist that we fight it,

destroy it otherwise we suffer.

My job was to free you from such things,

to make sure that you were focused

on your education, your training.

I couldn't afford one
minute of hopelessness,

one of you running off
to sniff out the trail

of your parents' murderers.

So I tried to close that chapter myself.

- The hit squad

you took out the leader, their father.

When you went after the others,

red flags went up.

You were pissing off Washington.

- Understand two things.

Sometimes lies are told to cure,

to protect, not to betray.

And understand that there are consequences

you must accept and be done with.

Joel, their father is dead also.

If you wanna play an eye for an eye,

then both sides are even.

What separates us

is our dedication to a moral high ground.

Without out it we're just like them.

- But it's obvious
they're up to something.

They need to be stopped.

- Central's been informed.

They're taking care of it.

Where are the others?

- They went home.

- There you are?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Elaine, this is Mr. Richards.

He's a big fan of our
new project, the CD-ROM.

Flew here all the way from
Texas just to meet us.

Wants to know where he can sign up.

- Well, I have all the necessary paperwork

at our booth if you'd like to follow me.

- Yeah.

Great.

(people chatting)

- [Announcer] Welcome
to International Comdex,

bringing the computer world together.

- [Elaine] This way, but take your time.

(woman on intercom speaking
in foreign language)

- [Man] The U.S. Defense Department

has also establish a website for tourists

to help monitor hostile
activity throughout the world.

- Come on let's go.

- [Man] This event just keeps
getting bigger and bigger.

- [Man] Nobody wants to
miss out on technology.

- [Man] It's like a parade
of CEOs in here, gaming.

- [Man] Government, software,
hardware, you name it.

(loud explosion)

- [Announcer] Get ready
for a real experience.

You're in control of a battle at sea

with Tanner Gold's latest
creation Fleet Command.

See the real ship today at 3:00 p.m.

(dramatic music)

- Yes, Joel.

- Rachel, find Ashe and bring her to me.

- Right away.

(dramatic music)

- What other kinds of weapons

can they launch from this thing?

- I'm not sure.

- What about your curse for details.

- Often challenged by my other curse.

- Yeah.

- Short-term memory.

- Let's split up.

- I didn't know we were together.

(guns cocking)

You would've been so dead.

- Yeah, by your ghost.

- Where's Derek, drinking with the enemy?

- Yeah, big party in the
hall, food, strippers

thought I'd head down after I
get this stupid thing working.

- Looks like we're out numbered here, huh?

- Totally, and they don't
look like beginners.

- Yeah, you don't know the half of it.

Tell you later.

What do you got here?

- You take pride in
killing innocent people?

- We are done with the
psychoanalysis portion of the trip.

Shut your mouth and keep us on course.

- Here let me.

There I got it.

I got it.

(intercom echoing)

What's that.

- [Keith] That's your voice.

- Can they hear that?

What did you do?

- Me.

- Stay.

(dramatic music)

Follow me.

Move.

Move, fast.

What is this?

Did you see anyone exit this tower?

If you're rats, I'm very impressed.

You transmission didn't get through,

so you might as well surrender.

(dramatic music)

(guns cocking)

- This isn't the S.S. Minnow, is it?

- You?

- I don't see any strippers.

- How did he get out, huh?

I can't run battles with blind men.

- Yeah, he's a twin.

I would've said something,
but he just started swinging.

- Well done, boys.

You have made it onboard.

Taken out a few of my men.

You even fooled me with this
you only live twice bit.

And regardless of how you
stumbled upon my day at sea,

you're about to witness
one act of aggression

that can't be stopped.

Certainly, not by you.

Seal this hatch permanently, move.

(dramatic music)

(machine beeping)

- He's almost here with the boat.

- Just a few minutes
more with my new enemies.

When I read about Mr. Gold's
exciting plans for Comdex,

I thought what a great
target for destruction.

The staples of international
business I couldn't pass it up.

- Just like that flight
out of Japan years ago

you couldn't pass that
up either, could you?

- Well, you've done your homework.

I wish all my men were more like you.

- Gee, you're making me blush.

(machine beeping)
(door opening loudly)

- The strength of a great archer is not

how wide he can stretch the bow

but knowing when to release the arrow.

(men grunting)

(suspenseful music)

- [Lena] Hang on guys.

- All you special agents

you're making it difficult to move around.

That's why you hire me
and my elite warriors.

We get the job done.

No lose ends no smoking guns.

And what better way to
advertise than to hit

the most overexposed event in the world

without warning, without remorse.

Not even a Super Bowl commercial

gets you that kind of publicity.

Huh, what do you think of that?

- I think, all your pod-faced terrorists

with your bad teeth are
all smoking the same crack.

Why don't you go do something original

instead of seeing your face
on the newspaper tomorrow

as the next piece of shit who
underestimated the good times.

Oh, take your bitches with you.

(dramatic music)

- How's this for originality?

(suspenseful music)

(helicopter blades roaring)

- [Lena] Come on let's go, go, move!

(sailors screaming)

- Ah!

- Stay.

(men grunting)

- Samo!

(men grunting)

(helicopter blades roaring)

- I can't fight the chick.

- Unless she starts it.

- Never leave the geek with the knife.

(suspenseful music)

(men grunting)

(woman groaning)

- You and your friends think
you have all the killer moves.

Let me show you one of mine.

- Needs work.

(dramatic music)

- Here shoot it off.

(man groaning)

- [Jason] I said don't start
something you can't finish.

(helicopter blades roaring)

(dramatic music)

- You can't have enough of these.

This one destroys that ship

with all your little friends onboard.

I told you I couldn't be stopped.

- Don't be so down on yourself.

I'm pretty good at this stuff.

(chuckling sinisterly)

- Who sent you?

I gotta know.

- You did.

Flight 770

I was on it.

- No one could have survived that.

- Sometimes I wish that were true.

- Then it seems I have
some unfinished business.

- Me too.

(Jason grunting)

- No loose ends.

No smoking gun.

(sighing heavily)

Here is the end to your suffering.

(Jason breathing heavily)

(suspenseful music)

(Jason grunting)

(alert beeping)

(Avi chuckling sinisterly)

- Times up.
- Got an executor over here.

- [Man] Shame on you, secure!

- [Man] Get over there.

- [Man] Gotta move these gentlemen.

- [Man] Just come on quit moving.

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Where you going?

- [Lena] Looks okay, huh?

- [Keith] Hmm.

- [Man] Knock it off now.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter blades roaring)

- [Ashe] So does this make us even?

- Could we ever be even, Ashe?

- Only in your dreams.

- Then I'll see you in my dreams.

- What are you guys up to?

- Heading back to the States.

Hit the cabin.

- 10 inches of new powder yesterday.

- I'll never understand your
devotion to water and snow.

- We know.

- Late.

(engines revving)

- You still talking to me?

- Yeah, I got used to
your mistakes by now.

No hard feelings.

- Are you ready?

- Oh, gotta go.

I'll take good notes.

Tell you all about it.

- Yeah, you do that.

(gentle music)

Jerk.

- Alright, I gotta go.

Take care of that shoulder.

Infections aren't very sexy.

- It's been a while
since I had a new scar.

- Scars can be sexy.

- I got a couple of cool ones.

You wanna see.

- What am I gonna do with you?

- Want me to answer that?

Thanks for backing me up yesterday.

- I just hope I didn't steal your thunder.

- Yeah, like I try and
be the hero all the time.

- I'll catch you on the next crisis.

(gentle music)

- We might just have to start one.

Yeah, she totally likes me.

(car engine revving)

(woman singing gently)

(lively music)

(funky upbeat music)

(gentle music)

(lively rock music)