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Hey.

Colonel, give us
the room, please.

Four years retired
yet two salutes?

- Shows respect.
- Have a seat.

Do you know who I am?

No.

Well, if you were to guess.

Judging by your age, appearance,

and how a Marine colonel just
followed your order without a yip,

I'd guess you're some
kind of high-level spook.

Your father and
grandfather served?

Yes.

As an elite sniper, you
have 113 confirmed kills

and an additional
81 probable kills.

Are those numbers accurate?

No.

- Are the actual numbers fewer or greater?
- Greater.

As a veteran, how many private
contractors have you worked for?

Eleven.

But you also still work for
the Marine Corps on occasion?

Anytime they call.

And are you presently under any
private or military contract?

No.

You're an extremely
rare talent, Levi.

Why not?

In June, some corporate shrink told
me that I was unfit for a mission,

but I'm sure you
already know that.

So why are you asking me?

Do you think you're
fit for service?

Doesn't matter what I think.

So, do you presently
have a girlfriend?

Anyone special?

Someone who couldn't
live without you?

- No.
- Why not?

Just not how it goes for me.

How about meds,
illegal drugs, alcohol?

No drugs.

But if I time it right,

three and a half ounces of booze right
before I go to bed helps with the dreams.

Have you tried
Nitrazepam or Prazosin?

Have you ever killed
someone at long range?

Pills affect my accuracy.

Levi, you could have contested the
psych test and seen another doctor.

Why didn't you?

I had no reason to.

You had no reason?

There's not a lot of
reasons for me right now.

What if I gave you a reason?

Hey, Daddy.

To music.

To music.

My Little Lion...

How are you?

You know.

Better now I see you.

There is a rumor you were
photographed in Belarus.

A drone.

Is that possible?

Moscow cannot risk having a direct
link to the oligarch's death.

He had four children.

Give it to me.

Give me your shame.

The Belarusian made himself rich trading
in white phosphorus bombs and land mines.

How many children's
legs were lost?

How many little faces were forever
burnt by those transactions?

You give the shame to me...

And you move forward.

It's not so easy anymore.

I don't sleep.

Sometimes for days.

Stay with me for a week or two.

And we'll make a stew. It
would be good for both of us.

I can't.

Rabinovich has ordered me to a briefing
first thing tomorrow morning in Moscow.

To hell with Rabinovich,
and to hell with Moscow.

You're not Russian,
you're Lithuanian.

He says I'll be going
dark for at least a year.

Perhaps more.

Hey.

Did you go to the doctor
I arranged for you?

The specialist?

- Yes, I did.
- And?

There's nothing to be done.

Look at me, I'm a wretch.

Cancer eats me from
the inside out.

Liver, pancreas.

Death will be a welcome change.

And what if I'm not back?

You'll be alone, and I won't
even know when it happens.

An easy solution.

I've already decided.

February 14th, Valentine's Day.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to do it myself.

Assuming I'm not
already dead, of course.

Dad.

- Dad, you're not...
- It's my life to take.

I will be ready to finally
rest here next to your mother.

So, wherever you are, you
light a candle for me,

you look at the Hunter in the
night sky, then you'll know.

Come on now, Little Lion.

Let's have our beer,

play a song,

and say a proper goodbye.

Place your left hand on the pad.

Put your watch, your smart
phone, and your ID in the case.

It just tells time.

In three minutes, we reach
the edge of the no-fly zone.

That's as far as
we can take you.

From the drop, you'll have
another 38 klicks north on foot.

You're expected by
1600 hours tomorrow.

Open it on the ground.

Where are we?

I'm not authorized
to answer that.

At long last, my
sweet prince has come.

Punctual even. Spot
on time. What a guy.

Jasper D. Drake, Royal Marines
Commandos. Just call me JD.

Levi Kane, former US
Marine, scout sniper.

Mercenary?

Private contractor.

So, what did they tell
you about this mission?

Not a damn thing.

They gave me an
unmarked topo map.

I don't even know
what country I'm in.

I've been here an entire year
and I have no idea where I am.

It's messed up, right?

But that is just the
tippity-top of the iceberg.

Man, am I glad to see you.

Not a lot of contact, huh?

You're the first person I've
spoken to face-to-face in a year.

You're all alone out here?

And my tour rotation
officially ends at midnight.

- So I'm the relief?
- Affirmative.

Look, we'll get a drink and
I'll explain everything.

There she is.

West Tower Observation Post.

Your home away from home
for the next 365 days.

Completely self-sufficient, solar
with a generator backup, rain system,

wild game is plentiful, and
there's a garden right there.

Everything you need.

What's that on the other side?

That is East Tower.

Contact with the other
side is strictly forbidden,

which is irrelevant given the land
mines and lethal tactical barriers

to the north and
south of the Gorge.

Can't get to the
other side anyway.

In practical terms, East
Tower is not an issue.

They do their
thing. You do yours.

I did see movement over that
side earlier this morning.

Think they just completed
their annual rotation too.

Theoretically, the job's simple.

You're not the principal
line of defense.

You're more like a highly
skilled maintenance man.

Every day, you walk
the western rim.

There are automatic Phalanx gun
turrets every 600 meters or so.

You restock the ammo
in the auto gun,

check the containment fence,
cloakers and suspended mines.

There's an armory in the bunker outside.
Weapons, tools, replacement ammo, mines.

Whatever you need.

Radio check every 30 days.

What's a cloaker?

Cloaker is a type of
satellite transmitter.

There's one every kilometer
or so along the rim,

each with its own power
and backup power source.

- What do they do?
- They cloak.

They send a false signal
to all the satellites

that pass overhead
on a given day.

They're designed to render the
Gorge invisible to spy satellites,

but they also work with
shit like Google Earth.

There is no outside
communication here.

No cell, no sat, no nothing.

In case of an emergency,
there's a panic button

on the dedicated shortwave radio
you use for monthly radio checks.

Button triggers a signal,
which lets them know that...

Let's who know?

The powers that be, mate.

Whoever.

Did you spy the old air-raid
sirens atop the tower?

If, somehow, all the cloakers fail at
once or if the Gorge is ever overrun,

their automated system executes
something called a Straydog protocol.

Straydog protocol.

- What is that?
- No idea.

But if you hear those air-raid
sirens, you run like hell.

Copy that.

Look, here's the deal.

This place is old.

I'm talking end of the Second
World War, early Cold War shit.

And it's secret.

Way back then, an
agreement was made,

and a coalition formed
to keep it a secret.

So, now, every year, a new representative
from one of the western nations

patrols the western rim and someone on
the other side patrols the eastern rim.

They're your counterpart.

You're telling me leaders
from the East and West

have been secretly working
together for the last 75 years?

No. I'm telling you there have been
nine Soviet Russian heads of state

and 13 US presidents since
the coalitions were formed.

And not one of them has
known about the Gorge.

Give that a spin.

Potato vodka. The
still is in the armory.

That's good.

The recipe's been passed down for
decades. So please don't mess it up.

Listen, I'm sorry, man. But I just
feel like I'm missing something.

So apart from keeping this place
a secret, what's the mission?

I need to keep people
from going in the Gorge?

No.

You need to stop what's in
the Gorge from coming out.

A year ago, I was in your boots and my
predecessor gave me the exact same speech.

And what did I think of him?

- That he's completely full of shit.
- Exactly.

But trust me, keep your eyes
on the central Gorge walls.

They're the most scalable.

Sensor miniguns further north and
south should take care of the rest.

Scale wh... Take care of what?

What the hell is that?

That is what we
call the Hollow Men.

Nobody knows exactly
what they are.

I don't even know why
they're called that.

- It's the name of a T.S. Eliot poem.
- I don't know anything about that.

All I know is that someone who had our
job called them that a long time ago

and the name stuck.

What I can tell you
is in the late 1940s,

they sent three
entire battalions,

2,400 men on horseback, into
the Gorge to clean it out.

Not a single man returned.

After that, they shifted to a
purely containment strategy.

- How do you know all this?
- Same way you do.

We're all briefed
by our predecessor.

- Okay, so this could be one...
- A decades-long game of telephone.

Yeah.

JD, what do you think's
really going on here?

Well, the theory I think summarizes
the situation most succinctly

is the Gorge is the door to hell and
we're standing guard at the gate.

- Take care of yourself.
- Good luck, man.

Man, am I happy to see you.

Right on, brother!

I need you to quickly
confirm your identity.

Jasper D. Drake.
Countersign: blue arrow.

Thank you for your service.

Rotation complete.

Copy that.

This is West Tower
performing radio check.

Do you copy?

I repeat, this is West Tower
performing radio check.

Do you copy? Over.

Authentication code?

Alpha, Bravo,
nine, seven, Omega.

- Enemy contact?
- Negative.

Cloaker status?

Green.

Procedure is complete.

30 days until next radio check.

- Wait, I have a question that...
- Procedure is complete.

Robert Frost.

"If you're lonely when you're
alone, you're in bad company.

Sartre.

Jasper 'JD' Drake. "

"Everything is a dangerous drug
except reality, which is unendurable.

Connolly. Captain
Getty Frederick. 1986. "

"Only those who will risk going too far
can possibly find out how far one can go.

T.S. Eliot.

Captain Bradford Shaw. 1947. "

Oh, shit.

May you have a very long life

We wish you

A very

Long life

Hurray, hurray, hurray

"Only those who will risk going too far
can possibly find out how far one can go. "

What are you doing?

Shit.

Oh, my, my, my.

Good evening, Drasa.

Even though I'm not
supposed to be here.

Good evening, Levi.

And we're cloaked,
so who's watching?

I made rabbit pie.

Do you like rabbit pie?

I intend to.

What's that you're growing?

I brought you flowers.

'Course you did.

Thank you.

You're staring.

Sorry. It's...

Yes?

There's a lot more green in
your eyes than I was expecting.

You smell.

Terribly.

I know.

I underestimated the cable sag.

I had to do the
back half by hand.

Yeah. I don't think I can allow
you to come in smelling this way.

Why don't you go wash up
quick at the bathhouse?

I'll set out some fresh clothes from
my predecessors outside the door.

Yukon? Siberia? Remote
Scandinavia, maybe?

I don't know. They
sedated me on the flight.

- I'm not sure how long I was out.
- Same.

It's somewhere in the far
northern hemisphere though.

I know that much.

How can you be so
sure about that?

The seasons.

It was early fall when
I left the States.

It was still fall
when I arrived.

Military?

Marines.

Former.

What's the longest kill
shot you've ever made?

Don't say that you don't know.

Every top-shelf sniper knows
the distance of every ticket

they've ever
punched, so come on.

3,241 meters.

Thirty-two hun...

A kill shot?

Yeah.

That would put you in...

Top five in the world.

Did you make that impossible
shot in Yemen, May of last year?

I did not participate in,

nor do I have any knowledge of, any
operation in Yemen in May of last year.

Rumor was it was windy, 25 knots
east to west, with gusts of 40.

That would have been a
very, very good shot.

3,800 meters.

World record.

I'd kiss the ring of
whoever made that shot.

Too bad it wasn't you.

What?

I've been staring at this gorge
every day for the last six months.

And I gotta say, the view
is much better over here.

You know what I keep thinking
about, night after night,

while I sit over there
on that platform?

How you're gonna
get in my pants?

Well, after that.

Yes, after that, sorry.

Please, tell me. What have
you been thinking about?

What's the truth
about this place?

What's the truth about those
Hollow Men down in the Gorge?

You know,

a long time ago,
before I was born,

my father was KGB.

And years later, when I was a
child, he would say to me...

"Drasa, my Little Lion, you
don't want to know the truth.

It's better if you don't know. "

And I would bitch and
whine, and say, "Why, Daddy?

Why don't I want
to know the truth?"

What did he say?

He would say,

"Because too much truth
puts sadness in your heart

and madness in your mind. "

I don't know.

In my experience, it's hiding
the truth that does that.

And when did you learn that?

First time I pulled the trigger.

Will you tell me about it?

It was just outside of Belize,

and I was on a fishing
boat two klicks away.

I've had the same recurring
nightmare about it ever since.

Who have you told this to?

Just you.

Why did you choose
this profession?

Hunting was just a part of my
homeschooling growing up in Oregon,

and my dad, he was the
best instructor I ever had.

He loved it.

He made me love it.

Love what exactly?

The art of the perfect shot.

Yeah.

Do you still love it?

Not like I did.

I can't compartmentalize
the way I used to.

My father always
heard my secrets.

I didn't have to bury them.

You bury enough secrets, the
graveyard runs out of room.

You dragged your mattress up the
stairs and made your bed here.

For tactical reasons.

I did the same thing.

Did you lie to me, Levi?

About what?

Being a terrible dancer.

Maybe a little bit.

There.

Those three close together.

Orion's Belt.

I see it.

He told me to look at the
Hunter on Valentine's Day

knowing that he had ended it.

I'm sorry.

What do you do when the
sadness overwhelms you?

Sometimes I'll read a poem.

Maybe try and write one.

You write poetry?

Almost every day.

Seriously?

I even took a class.

Wednesday nights, 4:00 to 7:00
p.m., at Mesa Community College.

Well, are you talented?

No, I'm terrible.

Sure. Like you're
a terrible dancer?

Yeah.

Will you write me
a terrible poem?

Maybe I already have.

Recite it for me.

- Absolutely not.
- Oh, come on.

No chance in hell.

- At least tell me the title?
- No.

Well, then I don't believe you.

You haven't written a terrible
poem for me, have you?

I have.

But I just started it.

Then tell me the title.

- It's a working title.
- Tell me the working title.

"She Collapsed the Night. "

It's that bad?

I love it.

Shit. I love it.

No, you have to tell me.

- Come on. Please. Please.
- There's no...

That's not happening.

Did you like the rabbit pie?

No.

I fucking loved the rabbit pie.

No!

Levi!

Don't touch it. It's
some kind of adhesive.

Okay.

You came for me.

Like you wouldn't do the same.

- What is this place?
- I don't know.

Please tell me you
brought an auto ascender.

Of course I did.

Let's head to the east
wall and find the cable.

Drasa.

- You good?
- Yeah.

What do you think they wanted?

Given how emaciated they are, my
guess is that to them we're food.

One of them rode off.

Yeah, I saw that.

No.

- What?
- The auto ascender.

Must have fallen out in the river,
and it's 500 meters to the top.

We're stuck here.

We follow the river south.

Has to drain out of
the Gorge somewhere.

It's a military uniform.

Old military. First
Airborne American.

I saw British SAS and a
Soviet Spetsnaz back there.

Postwar.

All these uniforms
are from the 1940s.

Cavalry on horseback.

They're the lost battalions.

They should be long dead, Levi.

We should keep moving.

"This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang but a whimper. "

It's from the T.S. Eliot poem about people
stuck in a world between life and death.

It's called "The Hollow Men. "

The Hollow Men.

Yeah.

This damage looks seismic.

Earthquake maybe.

Cyanide.

They chose to do it themselves.

What's worse than death?

This place is evil.

Making a hole!

Shit. They're everywhere.
We're too exposed.

The Gorge wall.

Levi.

We get boxed in, we're screwed.

We're screwed anyway.

Barricade.

Levi.

It's a backup generator.

Propane remains stable
indefinitely, so...

It is July 12th or 13th, 1946.

Our community here was formed

as part of a top secret coalition
of nations from both East and West.

During the last years
of World War II,

while Robert Oppenheimer
and his Los Alamos community

developed the atom bomb,

we were developing similarly
destructive biochemical missiles.

Six days ago, an 8.1 earthquake
struck this location,

severely compromising the
integrity of our facility.

Our duty here is no longer
about research, but containment.

We are working around the clock

to ensure this toxin
doesn't escape the Gorge.

Exposure to the
biochemical contaminant

has literally merged the genetic
DNA of the biological entities

in our gorge environment.

Human DNA has merged with
plants, animals and even insects.

Some people are more resistant
to contamination than others,

especially if exposure is
limited to hours instead of days.

If infected, mutations will
begin to appear within five days.

They will present themselves
physically, like this.

Our strategic forethought in
choosing this isolated location

is the only factor that may
possibly save the rest of humankind

from the fate that we
have sealed for ourselves.

I'm so sorry.

May God have mercy on our souls.

Sounds like we could be fine if
our exposure is limited to hours.

Well, let's find a
way out quick then.

What?

Maybe a way out.

That's not from the 1940s.

Late 2000s.

Why not just send in
a bomber squadron?

Erase this whole mess
and call it a day.

"Darklake. " Paramilitary.

They haven't bombed the Gorge

because they're still
studying what's in it.

We're not working
for the military.

They used all this to set
up their research drones.

Darklake is a huge corporation
specializing in genetic research.

Their drones are collecting
hybrid DNA samples.

They're building super soldiers.

That's the mother
of all secrets.

Young soldiers and scientists
studied like suffering lab rats.

Private defense contractors
have been researching

genetic soldier
enhancement for decades,

and everything down here
is genetically brand-new.

We're here to protect
their secrets.

Before we head out, I need
to say something to you.

Let me guess.

It's your poem?

No, it's not my poem.

If something happens, and we
don't make it out of here,

and this is the way the
world ends, for us anyway,

to me it was worth it

because I got to know you.

It wasn't easy,

getting to know each other.

No, it wasn't.

You ready for this?

We go strong.

My gear pack. I left it here.
It has all the ammo in it.

These things can
think tactically.

They're playing with us.

They know we can't see a thing.

Let's make it mutual.

Drasa!

Drasa!

I'm going to cut what's
left of your ugly face off.

Are you okay?

- I'm okay. I'm okay.
- Yeah.

"B. Shaw. "

Bradford.

He was the first soldier
in the West Tower.

He named the Hollow Men.

Levi.

Where are we?

We're in a chemical
missile facility.

I came down a missile silo.

They're the only way out.

The earthquake damaged the
missiles, and they started leaking.

The contaminant is in the fog.

I know how we're
getting out of here.

These old jeeps have
powerful winches.

It'll work just like
an auto ascender.

Head to the eastern wall.

The zip line should be close.

There. That's it.

I'm out.

Levi.

Levi!

Toolbox.

No!

The propane!

Cut the rope.

Levi.

It was so surreal down there.

Like a waking nightmare.

That's as close to hell
as I ever want to get.

We'll need to quarantine.

Five days.

What if we're infected?

I'll do what's necessary.

Same.

I have radio check tomorrow.

Same.

I don't know how I'm
supposed to get back across.

There's a C19 grappling
gun in the back.

That should do it.

Well, I guess the Russians
stock a better armory.

They also make better vodka.

Here.

To making it out alive.

Do you know why I
even got this job?

Because of that impossible
shot you made in Yemen?

No, I wasn't lying about that.

I didn't make that shot.

I know.

I know exactly who
made that shot.

Why did you get the job?

They chose me because
I was expendable.

Expendable?

No attachments.

No one to miss me
if I disappeared.

Nothing to live for
except the next mission.

But now it's all flipped.

And I have everything
to live for.

We could run.

I know a place in France,
and we could be safe there.

For as long as we want.

Drasa, I want to leave with you
more than anything in the world.

But what about this place?

What about the next pair of
soldiers that they bring in here,

and inherit their
secrets, and their lies?

And every Hollow Man
is a contaminant.

So if one of them gets out...

We need to destroy the Gorge.

Remember, mutations will
appear within five days.

So, if we make it to day
six, we're in the clear.

- But if not...
- If not, we're dead.

But if we're clear,
we meet up next week.

We go strong.

- Yes?
- Always.

- Lis...
- Don't say good-bye.

I don't want to
hear you say that.

I wasn't going to say good-bye.

Okay. And what
were you gonna say?

That I love you.

This is West Tower performing
radio check. Do you copy?

I repeat, this is West Tower
performing radio check.

Do you copy? Over.

Authentication code?

Delta, Theta, four, one, Omega.

Stand by.

Levi? Do you know who this is?

Yes.

Our research drone computer
system was activated.

Did you go into the Gorge?

Negative. But I did see one of
your drones fly out of here.

Seems like you're not
a spook after all.

The private sector is where

the most important scientific
progress happens these days.

Do you know what kind
of work I do here?

I'm assuming the
kind that pays well.

Let's just say the primary
aim of our research

is to make American
ground forces unbeatable

against any foreign
army in the world.

I'm sure you can appreciate what we
could do with a military like that.

Absolutely.

Levi, have you noticed any movement
from your eastern counterpart?

Negative.

Because if it wasn't you that activated
our computer system in the Gorge,

I have to assume that it was
your eastern counterpart.

There are, after all,
only the two of you there.

You are to neutralize
your counterpart.

Immediately.

Do you understand?

Consider it done.

Copy that. Thank you, Levi.

Commander, Levi
Kane is compromised.

Gather your team. We'll
leave in the morning.

You're coming with us, ma'am?

He's my mistake.

I'll kill him
myself if I have to.

Run!

There's no sign of Levi
Kane anywhere in the tower

or on the surrounding compound.

What if he decided to run?

Raise the quadcopters.

There's no sign of the
counterpart either.

If Levi didn't keep his post, why
believe that he would have killed her?

Split them up.

Drone protocol,
quadcopters, verification...

Commander, what's
that on the wall?

"Three things cannot
be long hidden:

the sun, the moon and the truth.

Buddha.

Levi Kane. "

What the hell was that?

The cloakers. He's
rigged the cloakers.

The Gorge is exposed.

Straydog.

We have two minutes.

Prepare for immediate takeoff.

Get us airborne. Now!

Forget altitude!
We need distance!

Fast!

Hello, Drasa.

Hello, Levi. You're late.

Sorry. I got injured
at my old job.

Well, if you're looking for a
new one, the kitchen's hiring.

Got any special skills?

I'm a pretty good shot.

How good?

Last one was 3,900 meters.

Had to beat my record.

I had to get back to you.

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