[ orchestra playing ]
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In the fifth century,
a group of nomadic warriors
ruled and ravaged the European continent.
The Huns, as they were called,
were led by a man named Attila.
( screams )
Attila's personal Hun army
rarely needed weaponry in battle.
They were the weapons.
[ army yelling ]
[ screams ]
[ girl screaming ]
[ yells ]
Their strength and agility were legendary,
and their enemies were no match
for the Huns sheer brute force.
Thus, every battle was a victory.
Sumatra Sulawesi was one of Attila's sons
and his most skilled and talented assassin.
He protected his brother Batel
when he was in trouble.
And when a battle was all but lost
or the loss of men imminent,
Sumatra quickly evened the odds.
While Attila's power and riches were endless,
his ultimate prize was to possess the staff of Moses.
Prophecies foretold of the staff's power to raise the dead.
Other myths promised incredible riches,
invincibility and immortality
for anyone who wielded the staff.
A ritual was performed to bestow upon his warrior sons
the dark power of the staff.
Then the glorious staff was broken...
into three pieces.
To ensure its power was kept hidden,
Attila scattered the staff's pieces across the globe.
The map and instructions on locating them
were safely protected and guarded
by his Huns forever.
[ helicopter whirring ]
[ crickets chirping ]
Keep your eyes open.
Yes, Captain.
Captain, if you were in heavy battle
and you knew you were going to have your dick shot off
or lose your arm, which will you choose?
I'd keep my arms.
You can't fight the enemy with your dick.
Although I'd hate to have my dick shot off.
MAN: I found it.
It's right here.
Not even close.
It's upside down.
No wonder they kicked you out of the Foreign Legion.
That's it.
All right, guys, let's do this.
[ gasps ]
That's a warning.
Warning, my ass.
Whoa!
Watch yourself.
[ metal jangles ]
You know what it says?
What?
"Get the fuck out of here."
No, I think it says,
"Sleep is an illusion.
Death is a dream,"
something like that.
Scavenger found.
Need hardware for containment.
Send in the birds.
Private, make sure that crate's secure.
Pilot, send a rope down.
We need to get the rest of my men.
Where you going, pilot?
My team's down there.
Another bird is on the way.
Orders are to protect the package.
Negative.
We're not leaving without them.
You land this thing, and pick 'em up.
Captain, I have orders, and so do you.
Golden team, send other bird
to pick up scavenger's other pieces.
They'll be fine.
Oh, so you're back for us.
Okay, let's get out of here.
You're two very brave soldiers.
You served your country well.
It's never a good thing to know too much.
But incidentally, Ms. Nicks,
it's, "Sleep is a doorway.
Death is a dream."
Close, very close.
But what does that have to do with anything?
You two ask way too many questions.
I thought you were coming back for us.
No. We are the cleanup crew.
Meat.
[ both groan ]
Nicks, Yorn, copy.
Yorn, Nicks, copy.
Yorn, copy.
NICKS: Captain, help me.
Turn around.
Turn around! That's a fucking order!
Sorry, Captain.
Their bird was shot down.
They didn't make it out alive.
[ knife slices ] [ gasps ]
Well, Captain, I understand
that, uh, congratulations are in order.
By God, you want something done,
you send in the best, huh? Ha ha!
Think the best would have gotten the men home alive, sir.
Yeah, I heard about that.
I'm very sorry.
Have the families been notified yet?
Uh, not that I'm aware of, no.
I'd like to do that.
Gladly. All right, sure.
What the hell is that?
Something that was fused to it
a long time ago.
Pry it off.
Actually, we may want to be more careful.
This is an exceptional find.
We--We could learn a lot from it.
Stop wasting my time.
But, General,
this is the remain of a Nomad...
a warrior from the days of Attila the Hun.
You see, they altered their bodies
to become ultimate weapons.
They were great protectors and fierce warriors.
This is a rare find, indeed.
Professor, I don't give a shit
what it is or where it's been.
Now, you can pry it off,
you can fry it off, or you can fuck it off.
Okay? I don't care.
Just clean it up, and do it quickly,
and when you're done, you and the good doctor here
can play with it all you want.
Gladly.
A-Affirmative.
Good.
Scholars and scientists,
disgraced archeologist.
When are you going to learn
that the military's job is profit and war,
and science, that's somebody else's luxury
Get out of the way.
Does he really think you'd fuck it?
Come on.
Even I have my standards.
So, um, what do you want me to do with it?
Do you want me to dispose of it?
No.
You don't pry, fry, or fuck
an archeological find like this.
Do your best not to damage it.
The General knows the deal.
He gets my expertise
in his little treasure hunts,
his personal crusades,
and we get full military support
on my archeological digs.
It's up to us
to preserve and learn from the past.
The General is not interested in that.
History will thank us.
The bombing commenced several days ago,
and the rebel forces have dispersed.
However, there is still no trace
of Urianian dictator Alsa Gahan,
who is said to have gone into hiding six weeks ago,
when the U.S. military first took action here.
Alsa Gahan is said to have been responsible
for the deaths of over 163 people.
This is Anna Falcon for BNN News.
Well, well, well.
Overall, I would have to say
that was a resounding success.
[ sniffs ]
Except we didn't catch the bad guy,
and I lost two of my best soldiers.
[ sighs ]
You did your job, and you did it well.
What was my job?
I've done so many of these expeditions,
I've lost track of their purpose.
Are you questioning me?
No, sir.
I just find it ironic
that I've lost more men doing this
than I have on the battlefield.
Every decision carries with it a great deal of risk,
casualties of war.
This isn't war, sir.
We're creating chaos where there should be none.
I am disappointed, Captain.
You are not seeing the big picture here.
You have found what could be
the missing piece of the puzzle
that is going to give us victory
of becoming the only dominant global power.
Any leads on Gahan?
Oh, Gahan? He's in a rathole somewhere.
Don't worry. We'll find that little bastard
if we have to bomb
every terrorist shit-hole across the world.
And what then?
We blame him for the problems we create,
and we go home like heroes.
I didn't sign up for that.
I give the orders,
and you obey!
That's why I'm requesting a transfer, sir.
I've completed your missions.
I'm done.
Your request is denied.
Why?
I need a delivery.
And then?
And then I will consider
giving you your transfer.
[ chuckles ]
Hmm.
[ grunts ]
[ yelps ]
[ gasping ]
[ chuckles ]
[ energy crackles ]
[ indistinct whispering ]
Get out!
Get the fuck out!
Now get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out!
This was designed by a craftsman.
There are no visible hinges,
and it's unclear where the opening is,
but there is this space...
for a key.
I had the computer work up specs
on what might open it.
I, uh, crudely fabricated this, but--
Then let's use it.
There was a "but."
That's why you don't touch shit.
To continue,
this is a work of art.
With the first key broken off,
the second key should fit in
and unlock the mechanisms perfectly.
What's wrong?
I'm waiting for a "but."
If you put the key in, that's it.
You want to do the honors?
Oh, I think you've got it covered.
You don't think I'd do this
unless I was absolutely sure it was, uh...
safe. Heh.
Not funny.
You're still in one piece, aren't you?
Well, that's a good thing for both of us.
[ chuckles ]
That's it?
All that work for a gold-plated stick?
[ beep ] Oh, it's not just any stick.
It happens to be the missing piece
to the staff of Moses.
That staff was destroyed
when the Babylonians tore down Solomon's Temple.
That was the general belief,
but myth and reality are sometimes very separate things.
[ laughs ] Wouldn't it have been easier
to find the Holy Grail?
We obtained that during World War II.
[ sighs ]
Bring it closer.
Great work.
Let's get this thing into safekeeping.
Fleetwood, prep your men at the Cube.
I've assembled a team to transport it there.
You two do whatever it is you do
with the rest of the stuff.
[ beep ]
I hate it when he does that.
What we have here is the kind of thing
that could shake up the scientific community,
l-let alone theology.
This is divine,
eternal,
the mother lode.
And it's for us to protect it,
not to have.
But it could be ours.
Eventually.
I'm sorry, Professor, but when you have
what shouldn't exist in your grasp,
nothing else matters.
We only have a piece of it.
This is bigger than all of us.
Besides, you realize the military owns you
now that you have become a part
of their little project.
Nobody owns me. I'm freelance,
and I have the 1099 to prove it.
The General trusts you.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have told you this much.
What would he do if he didn't trust me?
Costa Rica.
And it wouldn't be for a vacation either.
Keep an eye on the doctor.
The plans have changed.
Costa Rica?
Not yet.
Costa Rica.
I can go to Costa Rica if I want to go to Costa Rica.
Be a vacation.
[ thump ]
[ alarm blaring ]
[ screaming ]
[ gurgling ]
[ alarm blaring ]
[ alarm quiets ]
Whoa! Whoa!
[ growling ] [ screams ]
[ gasps ]
OFFICER: Stay alert.
Keep your eyes open.
I don't know, boss.
Just be ready.
I don't know about this, boss.
You got the big gun. Don't worry.
Jonesy, want you to take point.
Whoa. [ screams ]
[ rifles firing ]
[ soldiers grunting ]
Stop!
[ gasping ]
There's a breach in sector 12.
Heavy casualties.
Do we know who did this?
Not yet, General. We're sending in a separate team now.
All right, make sure that they know
the intruder does not leave the base.
Yes, sir.
And bring me Vito!
Stand back there, buddy.
Captain.
[ gunfire ]
[ gunfire stops ]
What the fuck?!
Apparently he doesn't like visitors.
Then why don't we leave him alone?
Because he gets results.
[ gunfire resumes ]
[ gunfire stops ]
He's out of bullets. Let's go.
The General needs to see you. It's urgent.
Get the fuck out of here!
Now!
We need to take you to the General now.
You're not real.
Time to go.
On your feet, soldier.
Yes, Professor.
Professor, listen.
Eh, get ahold of yourself.
Okay.
All right.
Uh, look...
Poor baby.
Now what happened?
I--
There was--I...
It was a monster.
A monster?
Professor, listen, I tried--
Okay, calm down.
You can tell me all about it later.
[ beep ]
Everyone's dead,
including Buckingham.
So give me the bad news.
The Project Genesis has been compromised.
The staff and the Nomad were taken.
If we had a breach,
it had to come from the doctor's side
or yours.
My men wouldn't cross me.
Give the order.
The intruder is still in the building.
Make sure that everyone, including your boy,
don't let it escape.
[ beep ]
So, Meat...
tell me about this monster.
[ gasps ]
There he is!
[ electricity crackles ] [ growling ]
[ gunfire ]
[ growls ]
[ roars ]
[ electricity crackles ]
Tough luck.
He should be dead.
First team activated!
So you're trying to tell me this thing came back to life?
Perhaps.
We've been trying to figure out
the staff's secrets for years.
Many men, many hours,
and we just saw its power resurrect
a 1,500-year-old warrior.
There is your super soldier.
And he just ran off with the key.
Or maybe he is the key.
[ gunfire ]
[ screams ]
[ scream echoes ]
Thought I had the night off.
You two, dismissed.
It's a great team.
So what have you heard about the boss man?
Loyal, gets the job done.
Not much else.
Yeah, I heard that, too,
and I also heard he loses his men
about as often as I lose my car keys.
Look, there's eight of us, one of him.
It's a piece of cake.
Look, I'm just saying suicide bombers have better odds than us.
Yeah, and how often do you lose your keys?
Few times a week.
And you're our driver.
Your point?
Hey, I'm a fucking great driver!
Shit.
What's the mission?
Pick one, any one.
Wait. This is not one of those tricks
where you try to stab my fingers for taking a piece, huh?
No. Just hang on to it for later.
All right. Thanks.
Oh, man of few words.
Like it.
A man of no words, actually.
Hasn't said a peep,
even though I know he's not deaf.
I tried telling him my life story once.
Drove him so crazy, he paid me to stop.
[ both laugh ]
Let's get it in.
Well, the mission originally was simple--
transport a package to these coordinates.
Little Kate McVie.
Heh. I haven't heard that in years.
I served with your father.
He never stopped talking about his little girl.
Well...
not a little girl anymore, Captain.
He was a good man, hell of a soldier.
I know.
I wish he was still here.
Glad to see you followed in his footsteps.
He always had my back.
I'll have yours.
Unfortunately...
plans have changed.
Listen up!
I know most of you are unproven in battle,
but you've been handpicked
because you're the best at what you do.
The enemy that we're facing
is not an army of terrorists,
but a single assassin
capable of handling anything that we throw his way.
We know little of his origin,
nationality or affiliation.
Our objective is the retrieval of this.
It was stolen from our labs at 0-1200 hours.
It's believed to contain information encoded on it
to help with the Urianian fight
in Operation "Sandstorm" overseas.
We already sent out a team,
and we lost track of them about an hour ago.
He shoots at things that aren't there,
and I'm not quite sure what side he's really on.
He can be trusted.
Are you sure he can handle this?
Send a dead man in to do a dead man's job.
Helping us on the mission
will be Professor Fleetwood's assistant, Corporal Anderson.
Meat.
Excuse me?
Just call me Meat.
Corporal Anderson has been gathering
most of the intel on the assassin.
Any questions?
Where is our target's location, sir?
We believe the target is 40 kilometers west.
When we find him, get the package,
and deliver it back to the rendezvous point at Santa Mira.
Bulldog?
Alive or dead, sir?
Either way is acceptable.
Actually, alive would be much better.
Alive, it is.
Let's rock 'n' roll.
[ sighs ]
[ buzzing ]
MAN: I am picking up the target
on thermal imaging, Captain.
Whoo-ee! All right!
Heavy activity due west.
Yo, Spence, what's up with the gum?
Found you can tell a lot about a person
by the type of gum they chew.
Like me, I chose Icebreakers, right,
'cause my little game breaks the ice.
I'd have taken you for a Juicy Fruit.
[ laughs ] That's funny,
'cause, uh, actually you're the one who chose Juicy Fruit, Bulldog.
[ laughter ]
Yeah, so what's Dentyne mean?
Means you're meticulous.
You like to be ready and fresh at all times, yeah?
You got him.
And, Mason, you've got Carefree,
so you're a roll-with-the-punches kind of guy?
Copy that.
McVie chose Chiclets.
'Cause I'm a chick?
Yeah, I don't have anything else for that, actually.
Nobody ever chooses that. Sorry.
You're kind of the wild card.
Nice.
And Green, my man of no words,
he declined any gum 'cause he had his own pack.
[ laughs ]
Anderson, what'd you get again?
I didn't.
Oh, guess 'cause that means you're better than us.
[ chuckling ]
I didn't need a pack of gum to tell me that.
What the fuck?
Holy shit!
VITO: All right, everyone quiet.
Mason, what do you have on thermal imaging?
Yeah, this motherfucker's fast.
He's circling us, but he's just posturing.
He never gets closer than 30 feet.
VITO: There's only one, right?
Check that.
All right.
Burnette, Bulldog and Meat,
you guys stay here.
Everyone else, come with me.
No hotshot bullshit.
You guys fight if you must.
React if engaged.
Fall back if I say so.
Frankly, we'll take this guy in no time.
This isn't some superman shit.
Bullets will not fly off your chest.
The enemy will eat you up,
shit you out and come back for more.
Follow my lead, and we'll get out of this.
Yes, sir.
Three skulls, three bodies, no jeep.
Where's the other soldier?
Maybe this asshole got hungry.
[ laughter ]
[ leaves crunching ]
BURNETTE: Incoming! 6 o'clock!
Cover me.
Fall back!
What about the package, Captain?
Can wait. Let's move!
Why the fuck didn't you tell us what we were up against, Meat?
You knew it was a tough opponent. You saw the tapes.
Yeah, I didn't know bullets would fly right through him.
We could have used that information.
You wouldn't have believed me, anyways.
Heh heh heh. Okay, all right.
All right, m-maybe you would have believed me.
What the fuck is that thing, and how do we stop it?
You should know. You brought it back with you.
From where?
Operation "Sandstorm."
How?
It's not important anymore, okay?
As for what, it's a nomadic warrior from ancient times.
You're testing my patience, you little shit. Truth.
Shouldn't it be dead by now?
I mean, you shot him, and you hurt him,
and he's still coming at us?
Okay, all right.
So why don't you tell us what the truth is, Captain?
I mean, you are the Captain, right?
How do we stop it?
Uh, Captain, incoming!
[ taps dashboard ]
Captain, we've got a problem.
Leaky boat.
We're losing fuel fast.
We need to sto-- [ engine clunks ]
Okay, what I meant to say
was we're stopped, and I need to fix it.
Shit.
What about the reserve tank?
It's jammed, boss man.
Hey, we're sitting ducks out here.
Let's go after it.
How bad is it?
Transmission's gone.
Fuel and brake line is cut.
I'd say it's looking pretty shitty right about now.
Well, can you fix it?
With what? Magic?
I'm all out of tricks, Cap.
You got 20 while we look for this thing.
Keep an eye on him. Take it.
Whoa! You leaving me here with the boy wonder?
He isn't one of us. As a matter of fact,
I don't even know if he's one of them.
He can't even protect himself.
He can point and shoot, and right now,
we need all the muscle we can spare.
Sorry, Bulldog. Let's move it out!
You even know how to use one of those?
Great.
There's not a single damn person on this team
other than myself who isn't fucking bat-shit crazy.
Are you gonna let us in on your plan?
Yeah. We find the package, and we get the hell out.
We couldn't do it before. What makes you so sure we can do it now?
We improvise.
We need to call for backup.
We are not equipped to handle that thing on our own.
We're it, McVie.
If we can't handle it, no one can.
[ scanner beeps ]
He's due west.
All right, hold.
Mason, Burnette, Green, to the right.
McVie and Spencer, you come with me.
Shit.
Radio for help.
Signal's weak. Piece of shit.
[ growling ]
[ beep ] He's coming.
[ gunfire ]
Stand down!
[ gunshots ]
Got a man down!
We found him! We found him!
Hold your position. We're coming to you.
Where are the others?
Everyone's dead.
That thing's immortal.
Hold your fire!
Fall back!
It's knocking them off one by one.
It's time to head to our rendezvous point.
Your captain is going to fail.
If there is anything that you've learned in your time here,
it's to never underestimate him.
He will not fail.
Which him are you referring to?
Bulldog, status?
Negative.
I even used a Band-Aid.
Where are the others?
They didn't make it.
We need to move. Where's Anderson?
Oh, yeah. Oh, that's right.
[ groans ]
Jesus, man!
Can't a guy take a leak?
You left your post.
I had to take a leak.
I give an order, you follow it.
We lost men today!
Next time we're under attack
and I find you writing love letters to the Professor
in that stupid fucking book of yours,
I'll toss you out myself.
You understand that?
[ scoffs ]
I don't take orders from you.
My daddy will ruin you.
Oh, yeah? Who's your daddy? Fleetwood.
Yeah? Well, when you're with us,
you're one of us, you take orders from me.
Is that clear?
Okay, yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Get your ass up, and get to the vehicle.
[ indistinct whispering ]
[ whispering stops ]
Captain, are you okay?
Captain, do you see something?
Um...
the Humvee's toast.
Yeah, but-- Let's get the gear.
We'll take the jeep. Okay.
Let's go.
Why does he keep coming after us if he has what he wants?
We're still a threat.
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
Bulldog, you dead?
No, sir.
Then ram this motherfucker.
Yes, sir.
Oh, look. Not so tough now, huh? Huh?
[ growling ]
Huh? Motherfucker? Huh?
VITO: Meat, cut it out!
Watch this, guys. Watch this.
[ spits ]
Oh, you motherfucker!
Just fucking die!
Mac.
You guys get the fuck out of here.
I got this.
Go! Go!
Go!
Hey, beautiful, want a bang?
That's the rendezvous point.
You okay?
I've been better.
Just give me a second.
Okay.
You know, Captain, I disagree with what they say about you.
You don't know anything about my reputation.
Yeah, I do. It's pretty damn flawless.
You get results, Captain.
We lost men, McVie.
I'm still here.
I just want you to know
that I'm proud to be on your team,
and I got your back.
[ leaves crunch ]
VITO: Burnette!
Go! Get out of here! Finish the mission!
Code red!
[ yelling ]
VITO: Code red!
Stand clear.
Nice fucking shot.
Sir.
MAN: Shit! He's not dead!
Go, go, go, go!
I'm Captain Ernest Vito.
This is Sergeant Kate McVie.
Corporal Thom Sharp.
Corporal Arnold Tazbury.
We have priority clearance,
and we need immediate access to the Cube.
Need you guys
to detain the assassin as long as possible.
I need your clearance code first.
Bravo 5150.
Thank you, Captain.
You're in good hands now.
Captain, we're in a jail cell. What the hell?
Just wait.
[ pounding ]
Sounds like he gave up.
[ bird squawks ]
Go, go, go, go, go!
[ growls ]
[ yelling ]
Stop right there, motherfucker!
McVIE: Oh, shit.
You sure you know what you're doing?
Yeah. Let's go.
Stay with me.
Roger that, Captain.
Isn't there a switch?
Oh.
How 'bout that?
That'll work.
Okay, so fill me in.
What is all this?
What was all that upstairs?
This place, Santa Mira, it doesn't exist,
not on the map, not on radar.
So who are all those people?
Military posing as police.
It's a fake front
in case anybody found it by accident.
If the enemy ever invaded, they wouldn't think twice.
Invasion? Shit.
It was built in the fifties.
The underground has the largest
military fallout shelter ever constructed.
Main compound runs the entire United States.
President, his military advisers,
they can access it anytime, anywhere.
I've never heard of this,
and I've heard just about every military urban legend there is.
Yeah, well, think we were a bit more paranoid in the fifties,
even though the enemy threat is much bigger.
So where are we going?
The Cube. That's the rendezvous point.
It's where we meet the General if we found Project Genesis.
How does he know to meet us there?
My access code alerted it.
Well, how do we know that thing ain't still following us?
It is. It just broke through.
It's heading our direction.
Why don't we just give him the stick back if he wants it so badly?
Negative. Can't do that.
Why?
Don't you ever break the rules, Captain?
No, I don't. Well, I guess
that's what makes us different, 'cause I do.
You don't expect me to believe that, do you?
Oh, come on. You said yourself
we lost too many lives tonight.
That's not the mission.
Okay, then so tell me why is this stick so important.
It's classified. I'm not even cleared to know that.
You and everybody's classified crap.
Look, I follow orders.
I assume you do, too. Otherwise,
you wouldn't have made it with me this far.
Well, it's one thing to follow orders.
It's another thing to know the difference
between right and wrong ones.
There is no right and wrong. You just choose.
History judges your actions.
You sound like my dad.
He taught me everything I know.
Come on.
Captain, hurry up.
Captain Ernest Vito, Bravo 5150.
Captain Ernest Vito, Bravo 5150!
You're not through?
Captain, we don't have much time!
Let's go.
Welcome to the Cube, soldiers.
I assume the mission is complete.
Yes, sir.
May I?
It's beautiful.
Come.
Your son Meat didn't make it.
He's quite the artist.
Son? Humph.
Hardly. Boy.
We, uh...
always had that.
That's good for you.
What happened to them?
Well, they're the ones we're trying to save,
soldiers stuck in limbo,
one foot in this world,
the other who knows where?
We've been searching for a cure
for our best soldiers that have been damaged in battle,
something that'll bring them back
or to enhance the ones we have.
Come.
How are you gonna save them?
With this,
the staff of Moses.
That doesn't look like much.
Yeah. That's what we thought at first, too.
Remember the A-bomb?
Manhattan Project, 1945?
The explosion heard round the world?
Well, that was this. Misfire. Heh.
Boy, we had to spin that one for years every which way we could.
That's when we realized that we didn't know everything.
That's why it was so hard to put all the pieces together.
Decades of research and development.
But you two, you two,
you brought us the final missing piece.
General, the assassin--
Nomad.
Whatever it is, it's right outside the door.
Yeah, we know.
Well, isn't that a priority?
It can wait.
Now that we're all here,
let's get down to business, hmm?
Everyone from the Knights Templar
to Franklin Roosevelt himself
searched for the Staff of Moses...
but only we found the map.
Who'd have thought that it was engraved
on the skull of Moses himself?
And how does that help us in war today?
I had lofty ideals, Captain.
I thought if I could harness its power of immortality,
I could create an invincible army.
If it could bring back one man,
why not--why not the greatest soldiers that ever lived?
But then the wars, eh,
the wars, they got uninteresting.
Hell, it wasn't long before we didn't
even have anyone left to fight.
So we had to create new enemies,
and I went treasure hunting.
What about them?
You'll see.
[ ventilator hissing ]
What are you doing?
I am letting him in.
Kill the hostile.
[ growling ]
[ gasping ]
[ screaming ]
[ screaming continues ]
[ grunts ]
Why didn't we get one of those?
Prototype.
Technically, they don't exist,
and they don't usually work.
[ sighs ]
GENERAL: Something's wrong.
It isn't working.
My God.
I can't believe this.
This is Attila's son.
I think that he is the key.
You told me the blood was what we needed!
What the hell's going on, Professor?
For it to work, you must drink directly from the staff.
General...
this isn't about soldiers.
Now, what's going on here?
The truth, General.
He is dying.
Five years ago, I was diagnosed with inoperable cancer.
I fought it,
but unless I have a little help,
it's over for me,
all my plans and all my dreams done.
Now, there's one thing that can save me
and buy me the time that I need.
This mission had a means to an end.
I don't want to die, Vito.
You're crazy.
Now we have one loose end to tie up.
No, the mission's over.
Not yet. Kill her.
What?
Kill McVie.
She knows everything, and she is expendable.
No. No, sir.
Disobeying orders?
Eh, that's not like you.
The mission was to deliver Project Genesis,
and we did that. It's over.
This mission is over when I say it is over!
Now kill her!
I'm not like you.
Come on, Captain.
We're both military men here.
All those men that you led into battle, that never came home,
they died for a lie.
Bullshit.
That's bullshit!
What, you think they-- they just mysteriously disappeared? Died?
Did you think it was a coincidence?
Those are your lies.
My God, look at you.
You're so tormented by your demons,
you don't even see what's right in front of you.
I am the demon that torments you!
My men died for a cause!
That cause became me!
Now, you are soldier!
You are my soldier!
You obey orders! That's what you do!
Now kill her!
Negative, sir!
Then you are expendable, too.
FLEETWOOD: Don't!
It needs to be the Nomad's blood, not yours!
You see, Captain, the staff
was to resurrect Attila from beyond the grave,
and his son, this Nomad,
was just the tool to bring him back.
[ grunting ]
Hey, what is it? What are you doing?
It's for insurance.
[ screaming ]
[ screams ]
Go, go, go, go, go!
[ growling ]
FLEETWOOD: Destroy your father.
[ Nomad growling ]
You all right? Yeah. Yeah.
What's going on?
It's father versus son now.
Nice family.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna buy us some time.
[ groans ]
Come on! Fleetwood planted a bomb!
We have to get out of here before it goes off!
VITO: Come on!
[ screams ]
You okay?
I've felt better.
Mission complete?
For now.
Your dad would have been proud of you today.
How do you know that?
Yeah, trust me, I know.
So what kind of gum did you choose?
I didn't.
No? Nah.
I'm more of a chocolate guy.
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