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SOULCATCHER

Catch.

Give it back. It's not yours.

Where'd you get them? We could've got caught in the strait.

A woman was kidnapped by a local warlord.

-He's holding her in a base by the coast. -Who is she?

Eliza Mazur.

There's a bonus for her.

She documented Yousif's war crimes.

We'll get the dough when we deliver the evidence.

-They were gonna send SFs, but-- -Mercenaries are more convenient.

You bet.

There's a guide waiting for us.

Then a quick op, and we head back home.

You're not gonna tell me who ordered this?

Are you okay?

Where did the bad people go? Don't be frightened. We're friends.

Wait for my signal.

I knew it.

What is this?

Eliza Mazur?

Spare him.

Pisses me off, too, but can be useful.

-Who are you? -We ask the questions here. Let him go.

Got the photos?

This can't fall into the wrong hands.

Guard her.

We've got the photos.

Mines.

Hurry. They'll be here soon.

Who?

-Who? -Give me a gun!

Behind you!

Fuck, where did you bring me?

-What the fuck? -Don't cry, kid.

It'll be easier in smaller groups.

This way.

Your people will die because of you.

Piotrek.

Kid?

Piotrek. We have to go.

-Kid. -Everything's burning.

Piotrek!

Stop!

Stop, Piotrek!

It's me! Your brother. Stop!

Your brother.

Krzysiek, Fang here.

-What's good? -Nothing. Come get us.

-When? -Now.

Tarnation.

Seriously, Fang, again? We agreed--

Krzysiek, "now" means now.

Don't tell me you've got clients.

Okay, send me the GPS.

-What are you doing? -I'll pass on the sightseeing flight.

So, how do you plan to get out of here?

I don't.

You've got the photos. You don't need me.

Mission accomplished.

And I've got my own.

-We'll distract them. -Fang.

See ya.

-Leave him! -It's supposed to be fun!

You didn't mention a whole bloody army!

It worked out well. I'll charge them double.

Robert Kieł.

Code name… Fang.

How formidable.

Special forces.

Three tours in Iraq.

A daredevil.

You got badly hurt saving…

It's that pilot of yours. You were saving him.

Krzysztof Bielik followed my order.

I lied to him. He thought it was going to be a sightseeing flight.

Krzysztof's license is suspended.

But there is one thing you can do

to help your friend and, by extension, yourself.

All of them are ex-military.

Like you. Special forces.

Suspended, demoted.

Discharged.

Some of them accused of very bad things.

-I wasn't discharged. -No.

You got a medal and simply resigned.

Out of curiosity, why?

Not enough money?

What do you want from me, man?

NMP.

All of them took part in the assassination of two MPs.

Officially, these were unrelated acts of violence.

You know, some… maniacs with PTSD.

But I know who hired them.

NMP.

They're all dead.

They'll kill you, too, once you're no longer needed.

-You've got the wrong guy. -I want to help you.

But if you don't want my help, then…

Get out of my way or you'll be guarding a grocery store.

This is a goddamn circus you have here.

What the fuck are you playing at? You handcuffed a war hero?

-Minister, sir-- -Handcuffs, now!

We'll talk again.

Come.

I'm really sorry about them.

Tough luck.

You fell into the hands of bureaucrats.

Let them push pencils around, not soldiers.

-Do you have the photos? -Where are we going?

We need to talk.

And where's Piotr?

You ordered the mission.

What about Piotr?

Piotrek is dead.

I'm sorry.

Keep an eye on them.

Sure.

American? NATO?

That's what our intelligence called it.

But it's made in Poland.

-A lot of corpses. -Unfortunately.

It was an accident. Supposedly.

The device was part of an experiment.

It was supposed to cure cancer

through the use of experimental technology.

The first tests were very promising.

This man could tell you more.

Prof. Witold Mazur.

The head of the team.

The device's creator

and currently the right hand of Gen. Yousif Bashir Mammadov.

Mazur.

Eliza's father.

That's why she went there.

She wants to persuade her father to come back and show him

how the general is using his invention.

But according to our information, Prof. Mazur knows it perfectly well.

He is the one who changed the device's parameters.

He is the one responsible for the death of nearly his entire team.

Apart from Eliza, his assistant.

Needless to say,

this weapon is extremely dangerous in Gen. Mammadov's hands.

What do you propose?

Officially? Nothing.

We can't engage in the internal matters of a foreign country.

But?

But…

You know,

if someone really wants something,

and they're in the right place at the right time…

miracles do happen.

Nice bike.

Motorcycle.

A junker, but it'll ride.

Talkin' bout me, Storm?

Can we talk?

Ania's done with you.

Right?

Natka, I…

Where's Piotrek?

For how long?

You promised me.

You know very well that Piotr wasn't just a friend.

Jarek.

I really need you to say something.

I asked the others, but you know how it is.

Most of them won't cooperate with me.

If I'm to launch my own brand, I need to be sure it's top shelf.

Jarek…

Hi, Jarek.

Hi.

Storm. Kinda looks like you. Maybe you two could adopt her?

You told us to wait, so you could drain it?

-Hiya, Bull. -Ania.

If you're sad, hug a dog But a cat is a bother

Hi.

Hi, Bull. My pops used to sing it when he was sad.

He's with us.

So? Are we drinking?

American Dream.

Like always.

So we ought to drink a little. For Piotrek. To remember him.

-Why do I always get the smallest glass? -Small, but crazy.

Oh, I like that.

Will you say something?

Piotrek was…

Let's just drink, yeah?

All right. Pour another one.

Cheers.

There are two goals to your mission.

First, get hold of Soulcatcher and transport it safely to Poland.

-Wouldn't it be better to blow it up? -I agree.

That would be safest, but…

I've consulted our scientists.

The device, after recalibration, could, once again, be used to heal.

Well, let me introduce you all to Sergeant Damian Prochyra.

An experienced soldier.

A veteran of many missions and an expert in comms and explosives.

Sit down.

Pilot.

The second task is the elimination of Prof. Mazur.

He created the weapon once.

He's able to reconstruct it.

We can't afford such a risk.

Yousif?

Unimportant.

He'll soon be replaced by a new psychopath with a strange mustache.

But if the opportunity arises

to get rid of him without jeopardizing the mission's primary tasks?

I'll understand.

Time's running out.

Moments ago, I received a report that the general plans to sell the weapon

to a certain African warlord and that the buyer is already on his way

to the general's base in a commandeered smelting plant.

He may arrive tomorrow.

We need to act quickly and prevent this transaction.

Any questions?

How about you unsuspend my license?

We'll see what we can do.

Storm, report.

I think I've just found a comfy spot southwest of your position.

We need eyes from above.

Wilco.

The birdie is on its way.

So, this was your plan?

What, did you miss me?

We're sightseeing. And stuff.

I heard there's a military base here. Beautiful at this time of year.

Who's this guy? You know him?

You can't take the truck.

-Because? -They're expecting us.

I heard them reporting it.

What are you playing at, huh?

Yousif is holding my father there.

I have to help him.

You're gonna waltz in there and say "Good morning"?

"Could you gents let my daddy go?"

We need each other.

Hi, sweetie pies. I can see you.

Dad…

Baby, everything's all right. Baby…

Why are you here?

What have you done?

Baby…

Fang?

Harbir?

What's going on there, guys? Over.

Weird interference.

Whatever they're doing upstairs is frying the electronics.

I can't see shit. I think the comms are down.

Something's wrong.

Alpha, this is Bravo. The decorations are in place.

We're heading to the evac point. Over.

Over.

Relax.

No!

I see the doc.

Waiting for a clear shot. Guys, are you there? Over.

What is this?

Why?

Who are…?

You got an order, right?

Then kill me.

Shoot me like a dog. I'm trash.

But her…

I'm begging you, she…

Come on…

A bit more, darling.

Just a bit more.

This was supposed to be a breakthrough in curing cancer.

But it all went wrong due to an anomaly.

-So, you decided to get rich? -No, they kidnapped me.

Since then, the only thing I dream of is destroying it.

Okay, guys, I've got a clear shot.

Over.

Today I had no choice.

-Fuck, Fang. Over! -I had no choice.

Oh, fuck it.

Please, save her. I've got money in Poland.

You'll get all of it. Please--

Fang, what the fuck?

I know what I'm doing.

Stay here and wait for me.

Okay, easy, Storm. One more time.

Thanks.

Come on.

Fang, they're wrapping up the toy.

Storm, they're coming for you.

Finally.

Thanks, Krzychu.

They could've given us more toys, Storm.

Harbir!

Watch out!

-I've got everyone. -Drive!

Fang.

It's me!

-I… -Breathe.

Dad said you were on the edge of the blast radius.

It's just adrenaline. It'll pass.

So Piotrek could've survived.

No, his dose was too big.

Don't think about it.

Relax. Come here.

I see I'm late to the party.

-You're not coming. -What?

The professor will come with me. You'd be arrested too.

You'll go with Harbir. He has the address of a safe house.

ANS AGENCY OF NATIONAL SECURITY

Maciej, send me the recent chopper authorizations.

Hurry up! Move it!

Well done.

Liquidation wasn't necessary.

Besides, he claims he's innocent.

And you believe him?

-I believe that he deserves a fair trial. -Yes, of course.

Make sure the professor is safe.

You know why I found my calling in politics?

I'm good at reading people.

I know who they are, what they want, what to expect from them.

-I know who I can trust. -That's admirable. I wouldn't trust me.

No. This was an impossible mission.

And yet you succeeded.

Because you're good.

I've always believed in you.

Hard times are coming. We all know it.

The homeland needs people like you.

-Look. Beauty and the Beast. -No souvenirs.

I'm deleting it.

It's in the cloud.

Hey, you.

You're a soldier?

No, a fucking ballet dancer. Why?

You could have a better job.

Are you gonna fucking blabber or get me a medic?

This weapon, keep a close eye on it.

Many people died because of this device.

It can save many lives.

Hope so.

No!

Stop!

-Let me go! -Move it!

Great. Doggonit, just great.

-Hands up! -Tarnation.

Think about it.

For the first time in history, we have a weapon,

a powerful weapon that nobody knows about.

Do you really think that destroying it is the best solution?

Join us, Fang.

This is about an idea.

The idea of a nation.

The professor will go with his invention. He might be useful.

It was supposed to heal people.

This is madness!

Decide. Are you with us?

Jan Zaręba.

You're under arrest on charges of conducting illegal military operations

in Poland and abroad.

Soldiers!

Defend your homeland!

-Watch out! -Gentlemen, fire!

We're getting the fuck out of here!

Fire!

The situation's gotten very tense.

Up!

Report! What's going on there?

Fuck, get him!

I'm on your side.

Shoot. Isn't that what you're paid for?

He's over there!

Krzychu!

-Leave it! -Eat lead, motherfuckers!

Fire!

Just a bit further.

Disinfectant.

It's the best surgeon I know.

No one's gonna find out they're there.

They've found us. I'll take him.

Fang! Wake up! You need to help me.

Get in!

I won't leave them!

Fang, everything's gonna be okay.

Go!

Bull…

Hiya, sweetie pie.

How long was I out?

Long enough.

Where are Krzychu and Bull?

Don't get emotional.

Four days after announcing his candidacy, Jakub Olech, an ardent opponent of NMP,

murdered his wife.

The autopsy revealed he killed her with his own hands and teeth.

Two weeks later, a student protest.

Up until 8:30 p.m., the protesters were walking about and singing songs.

At one point, without any escalation,

a group of students showed enormous aggression.

Killed two officers, injured several dozen--

Enough. I get it.

Let's not forget this.

This is… a terrorist.

I mean, how else do you describe a monster

that storms into military exercises with only one goal in mind?

To murder, to savagely slaughter soldiers of the Polish army.

-Do we know his motivation? -Officially, no.

The investigation is still ongoing.

But you just need to look at the case to…

to know which foreign forces benefit from this.

If it helps, they're targeting me too.

-What does he want? -To be the savior.

A protector against lawlessness and foreign influence.

-Judging by the polls, he's doing well. -Sometimes, the polls can change.

Harbir.

I sent my father an encoded message. We need to wait.

Jan has people everywhere. He'll move the Soulcatcher.

So, my father's supposed to die there?

I'm working on it.

When someone really wants something, and they're in the right place and time.

Miracles.

-I let that coot trick me like a dumbass. -He tricked everyone.

Even more so.

What?

Should I not save your father?

The professor replied.

The message is gibberish. Something about does and a forest.

They're coordinates.

Each word is a digit.

The order on the page. And each page is marked by a letter.

Why "Bambi"?

Dad used to call me that.

Here.

It's a factory.

You need a one-armed bandit?

We'll keep Las Vegas in mind.

-The house always wins. -Exactly.

I have nothing to lose anyway.

I think you do.

Say hi to Damian if you see him.

I underestimated the lad.

It was quite a distance, but he hit Krzysiek with precision.

I will.

Everything is in the trunk. My people can only drive you to the spot.

-Then you're on your own. -Just how I like it.

Squad, move to sectors two and three.

Chop-chop!

Don't bust your guts.

Don't look at me.

I knew it.

And… Eliza?

Safe and sound. Relax.

They tried to study it, but the idiots just damaged it.

They want to force me to fix it, but that'll be the day.

I've got this.

Can you…?

Come on.

Stay close.

Watch out!

Fang. Your crusade is over.

The big numskull burned with his mongrels.

And that other one.

Tarnation, did that guy piss me off.

And how's your brother?

I heard

he went mad.

Hurry up!

Is it true what they're saying?

You killed him!

Your own brother.

Cain and Abel.

No!

I know you're there.

You hear me?

It's sad.

Such a pity to lose a soldier like you.

But you already know…

how this will end.

No! Don't do it!

Go ahead, press the button.

What was supposed to happen already happened.

People have woken up from their stupor. And they're afraid.

And rightly.

Of terrorists, of refugees, of foreigners, of their neighbors.

Of themselves!

And they need…

A leader.

Protection.

Support.

I'm going to fix this country.

And your stunt here?

Your betrayal?

"A terrorist neutralized during a diversion."

Will it bump me up a few percent?

You've always been a step ahead of me, huh?

There's just one more thing.

Did you hear me well?

We heard everything. Loud and clear.

Fuckin' A.

Get him!

Okay, drive. Floor it.

Just don't take me home yet, okay?

Those lunatics will find me there.

No worries.

With me, nobody will find you.