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Scott.
- Scott! - Yeah.
They're gonna be looking for us.
We can't leave his body here, Mike.
Scott, we don't have a choice. We have to move on.
They're gonna be coming.
I lost my gun. Ammo count?
I got two.
One up. It's enough.
Three rounds isn't nearly enough. Not if you want to survive.
I'm not talking about survival, Mike.
I'm talking about getting even.
- You want to get even? - Yeah!
Then let's get smart. And let's move out.
Come on.
All right, listen up. We're comin' up to the crash site.
Eyes on the prize.
First blood gets a bonus in their pay cheque.
You know what your problem is, Mike?
You're still thinking like a soldier.
You stand tall, salute the fuckin' flag.
My problem is that you'd happily get us killed
- without thinking things through. - What's there to think through, Michael?
They killed the boss. They murdered him.
Are you happy about that?
What part of you thinks I'm happy about that?
I'm trying to keep us alive.
What, by running away like a pair of fucking cowards?
Call me a coward again one more time, mate,
see how that fucking works out for you!
What would he say about our situation?
What would the boss tell us to do?
- What would he say, Scott? - Shut up, Michael!
He'd tell us to stop shouting at each other like a couple of schoolgirls.
He'd say we're outnumbered.
We need an escape route.
Passports. Cash.
He'd tell me that three bullets weren't nearly enough.
That's pretty much the way I see it too.
Problem is we can't call for backup.
The CIA has hidden weapon caches all over Europe.
What are you thinking?
We need to find a phone.
Well, let's find a phone then, eh?
Yes, sir.
Almost touching.
Yeah. Think I might cry.
We got a trail over here.
Yeah. Got one here, too.
Fake trails. They're trying to mislead us.
Check every town, every home within a 10-mile radius.
Need be, we'll go door to door.
Use our considerable charm.
Telephone?
Excuse me.
Excuse me?
Hello? Hey.
Sorry, we're a... We're a little lost.
And, er, we had an accident.
So do you got a telephone that we can use?
What do Swiss call a telephone, huh?
They call it a telephone.
But I'm not Swiss, I'm Austrian.
We also call it a telephone.
- The telephone is back there. - Thank you.
- Oskar Steiner. - Michael Stonebridge.
And that's Damien Scott.
- Army? - Yes.
You?
Look...
I need your help.
Second lieutenant, Austrian infantry.
And the photo?
That was my father.
He fought in the Gebirgsjäger in the Second World War.
- Would you excuse me, please? - Yeah.
- Any luck? - Yeah. But you're not gonna like it.
- Christy Bryant. - What?
She was my handler for seven years, Mike.
Scott, you also tried to shoot her once or twice, didn't you?
- Once. - Huh?
- All right, maybe twice. - Yeah.
The point is, she's running PMCs in Europe.
She's gonna RV with us at a safe house where she can get us cash, passports.
And she can confirm the location of the CIA weapons cache close to here.
That's good.
Excuse me, sir. Have you heard of the Friedhof Dam?
Yes. It's about, er, 50 kilometres from here.
We're going to need to rest.
Oskar, may we please stay for a while?
Rest up.
We have no money, but we can offer you this.
It's worth something.
I live in Switzerland.
I'm surrounded by watches. Thank you.
Please.
- Cheers. - Thank you.
How long have you been in the army?
Since the day I left school.
So, everything you know in life,
it is because you're a soldier.
Yeah.
Have family? Have a home?
I had a wife.
I would've been a father.
I think things would've been different.
There's a world in which Michael Stonebridge is fixing the fence
and he's arguing with his missus,
and the kids are running around the garden
and they're driving him nuts and he...
He loves every second of it.
Because he's found his place in the world.
But that is not real.
No, it's not.
That didn't happen.
I can't even imagine that world any more.
And I'm almost...
I'm almost grateful
because I don't have to love or care for anyone.
I don't have to share anything.
This is all I have.
But there is a problem.
You and him walking.
Here.
The state you are in.
There is trouble.
Yeah.
Yeah, there's trouble.
- You're scared? - No, I'm not scared.
And part of me hopes I die a soldier
because without this life, I'm nothing.
This is all I have. This is all that I am.
Life,
it is not so bad.
Wherever you are.
Maybe you have to get old
before you can see that.
This is to a man that we just lost.
Lieutenant Colonel Philip Locke.
The boss.
We leave at first light.
This was my father's.
Might be useful to you.
Ha!
Hmm. Stick grenade.
Oh.
Are you sure?
I sleep good at night.
That has no use for me.
Nice.
Bloody hell.
Er...
No, no way.
She's beautiful.
You in?
- Thank you very much. - Thank you, Oskar.
Ha. It's like an old helmet.
Here, Mikey. Look.
There you go. Now I'm comfortable.
- That's perfect. - Ha.
Good day, sir.
You had two men pass by here?
I'm sorry, nobody visit me.
Not for long time.
Please understand that the men that we're looking for,
despite what they may have told you, they're wanted criminals.
And by protecting them, you ain't helpin' no one.
I'm gonna make you a promise here.
You tell me what they wanted, where they are,
we'll leave you be.
No harm, no foul.
They are soldiers.
We're soldiers too.
You are something else.
Something worse.
It doesn't matter.
I am not going to help you.
What is it you guys always say?
We have ways of making you talk.
I am Austrian.
Well, pardon me to hell.
You just ruined my joke.
I ain't gonna let you fuck up my punchline, though.
Smile.
We'll get tooled up here, be at our rendezvous by nightfall.
Copy that.
All right.
Look. Here.
God bless America.
And Christy Bryant.
- How are we doing? - It's not working very well.
It's pretty wet. Give me a minute.
We might have company.
Shit.
Yeah, that's one confirmed.
Bollocks!
Shit. We've got two confirmed.
- We need those guns, Scott. - Yeah, I know.
I'm working on it.
It's disconnected.
Shit! There's two more.
How long have I got?
Not long.
We're gonna have to make a call, the guns or we move.
High five.
Let's open it up. Come on.
Come on.
Fuck!
- Mike! - What?
There's nothing here, Mike. It's fuckin' empty.
Shit. Are you sure?
- There's nothing. - Bollocks!
Damn!
I can't believe that.
All right. Pros, we've got great cover and we know they're coming.
Cons, inferior firepower.
My three bullets. Your antique handgun.
You got a plan, Michael?
Yeah, I've got a fucking plan.
Great fuckin' plan.
Yeah, you got a better one?
Yeah.
Go, go, go!
That wasn't part of your plan!
Fuck!
- Keep moving! - Moving!
Move, move, move!
- Mikey! - New plan!
Shit!
Fuck!
Beans and motherfuckers.
Mike!
Scott!
- Mate, we gotta keep moving. - Mike...
- Might have to switch to plan B. - Shit!
Can you walk?
Come on. Get up.
- Keep pressure on that, okay? - Yeah.
- Crap! - You know, statistically,
most battlefield deaths happen within the first 10 minutes of wounding, right?
Why are you telling me that?
To distract you.
Shit!
- Keep pressure on it. - Fuck!
- Does that feel good? - Yeah.
- Oh, crap. - Okay.
There you go. Pressure. Pressure there.
We gotta keep moving, Mike.
Yeah, we do.
But you have to do me a favour, mate. You need to stop bleeding.
What do they say?
Those that live by the sword, die by the fuckin' thing.
It's been a long time coming.
You really need to conserve your energy.
Yeah. Relax.
You know the first guy I killed in battle?
I was shaking, trembling.
- I even threw up. - Yeah.
When did that stop?
When did this all become normal for us, Mikey?
Long time coming.
Maybe not.
'Cause you're gonna make it through this.
Huh?
You're gonna survive and you're gonna go home.
Back to the real life?
Paying bills?
Mowing the lawn?
Stopping at a fuckin' red light?
I can't see that happening.
And being a father to your son?
After the shit I've done?
- Sure. - Yeah, sure.
Shit.
Stay put.
I won't be long.
Hey!
Okay, drop the knife, couyon.
Couyon, what's that? Is that Cajun?
Cajun for stupid.
Well, I've been called worse.
Come here.
Come here, mate.
Thataway. Come on.
Come on. Thataway.
If I get you to the rendezvous, you're gonna be fine.
Come on. Wake up here.
Oi! Come on, Scott! Scott!
Come on. Come on.
Come on! Scott, come on. Wake up.
Hey, yeah, that's right.
You with me?
Welcome back.
What happened?
I think the words you're looking for are "thank you".
I pulled this out of you.
A bullet with my name on it, huh?
Are we safe here?
Best I could do on short notice.
We'll leave here under the cover of dark.
You got the passports?
Yeah.
The dumb blonde came all this way and forgot to bring 'em.
Thank you.
What I don't get...
After all these years, you want back in?
Our line of work, you make a lot of enemies.
Multiply that by time and...
Well, it's cold out there.
The agency is the best bet for survival.
Besides, I was fuckin' good at my job.
Yeah. You were.
Don't you fucking move.
You just still see the bad we did.
I see the good.
I know. I do.
When I see the bodies of dead children, civilians,
collateral damage,
self-justification.
Stay down.
Go on. Psst. Go on, get.
No idea how long those beans have been there.
Well, it's like me, just gets better with age.
I think you'll find that that's wine, whisky,
and English gentlemen, not coffee.
Christy?
Christy? What's out there?
They offer you a lot of money?
Are you fucking kidding me?
There's still time.
Shit! Scott, on me! On me!
- Are you hit? - All good.
Fuck!
Hey.
Fuck. She's gone.
Shit!
- How are you doing for ammo? - I got one. Here.
You ready for this?
I am now, buddy.
I am now.
We got nothing out the back, Mikey.
- Fuck! - We're going to need more firepower.
Yeah, we're just gonna have to improvise, mate.
- Shit! - I've got movement here.
Same.
Fire teams ready?
How many you got?
Got two of them in my sight.
- Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold. - Why?
Just trust me, hold.
Hold. Hold.
Move in. Go, go, go.
Was that you?
Yeah. What the hell do you think I was doing?
Fire, fire, fire!
X-rays inbound!
Move!
Fuck!
Shit! I'm out!
I'm changing!
Flash, bang!
Scott, move, move!
Oh, fuck!
Not so fuckin' tough now?
Scott, are you hit?
Yeah, I got a nick in the leg.
- You? - Oh, I'm wonderful.
Jesus, we gotta get out of here, Mike.
Yeah, well, there's a van in the garage.
- Where's that? That way? - It's that way.
- You ready? - Go, Mikey.
- Fuck! - It's them!
Come on, Mikey!
Come on!
I got tagged in the leg.
Hey. Can you start it?
Yeah. You're not the only one that can improvise, Mikey.
Let's go find the keys.
We're gonna have a problem starting that!
The fuck?
Come on, you piece of shit.
Give us one fucking break!
Behind that wall!
Here. Look what I've found.
I can't die here.
I'm not dying in Switzerland.
Yeah. Don't worry about it, mate. You're not gonna die here.
That sounds good.
But my lack of ammo, my leg,
my stomach are telling me something different.
- I got movement. - Fuck.
- Yeah, yeah. - Hold your fire!
- That a white flag? - You're kidding me.
Oi, what you doing?
- I'm gonna take him out. - No, don't take him out yet.
- Why is that? - It's a white flag.
It's not a white-flag situation.
So what is it?
Some guy happens to be waving something that's white.
We are low on ammo and they're not.
Maybe it's a good time to talk.
Guys, do me a favour.
Come out and have a pow-wow.
I think we're good in here.
We ain't gonna shoot at you.
Yeah, we're gonna go ahead and call bullshit on that one.
You wanna talk? Get your ass in here.
- Hands on head! - Hands on the head.
- Oh, shit. - Here you go.
It's all right. I got him.
Fuck that off.
Just to be clear, I come in peace.
Yeah, right.
A hell of a place to make a last stand.
Me, I always wanted to go out in Vegas
with neon lights and rock music, holding a full house.
You come in here to share your fantasies?
At least my fantasies are realistic.
This fantasy where you guys are stuck on a farm, low on ammo,
bursting out the front, guns blazing, slow motion, the great escape.
That ain't happening.
This is where it ends.
Let me get this straight.
You walked all the way over here to tell us that we're gonna die.
You don't have to die.
We all know this ain't war.
It's business.
I don't care who's writing the cheques, all I care about is counting the zeroes.
You're offering us a chance to buy you out?
Ridley's a piece of shit.
I ain't gonna lose any sleep over it.
Two million. Each.
That's pounds, not dollars.
You wire a transfer to my account.
You do that, everybody walks away.
Good night, good luck.
Get fucked.
Was it something I said?
Yeah.
Pretty much everything you just said.
You really think we have that kind of money?
You've been doing this a long time.
Surely you've been skimming something off the top.
We're a couple of soldiers.
We're not fucking thieves.
Jesus.
Ain't my fault you're with the good guys, huh?
- Hey, Faber. - Hmm?
We were never that good.
What happened to the white flag?
It was just a guy carrying something that happened to be white.
Grenade!
Come on! Fire!
I told you, Sandra, I don't want to be disturbed.
Look at them.
Go on. Look at them.
These were good men and women who sacrificed themselves for this country.
In the name of this government.
Look at them!
The order came from way above me.
You're not gonna kill me?
Of course I'm gonna kill you.
Well, it's official.
Your dad's dead.
Oi! Do you hear that?
You're dead.
Ha!
Feels pretty good to be dead.
You need a hand?
Nah.
It's a work in progress.
So where are you headed?
Well, I was gonna take Finn on some historical,
cultural, educational trip.
- Which means? - Vegas, baby.
I thought as much.
What about you, Mikey?
Back on civvy street?
What are you gonna do?
Shit, Damien, I don't have a fucking clue.
Yeah, well, if you need me,
Vegas is that way.
Roger that.
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