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[people shouting, chanting]

Pro-choice! Pro-choice! Pro-choice!

[camera shutter clicking]

[camera shutter clicks]

-[gunshot] -[people screaming]

-[keyboard clacking] -[tape rewinding]

-[gunshot] -[groans]

[keyboard clacking]

-[people screaming] -[camera shutter clicks]

[gunshot]

[groans]

-[keyboard clacking] -[tape squeaking]

[camera shutter clicks]

[people shouting]

[siren wailing]

So, how are your eyes holding up?

It's getting, so I can't see the screen, let alone the keyboard.

Would you run it again?

Yeah, where do you wanna go from, the shooting?

No. Earlier.

From where Cardinal Scafalo steps from the car.

[Derek] Rome has called this morning to underscore the need for immediate action.

Everyone's very concerned over who or what may be behind

the assassination of a cardinal.

-[clapping] -[people chanting] Pro-choice.

[Derek] They wanna know why. The sooner we can tell them, the better.

[Alex] Time for the second shift.

So, any luck ID'ing the assassin?

Well, we've downloaded all the footage sent over by Karmack.

So far, we got nothing.

With all the confusion, it's very hard to pin down the point of attack.

[reporter]Cardinal Scafalo, one word please.

-[gunshot] -[Derek] There. Freeze it.

Notice the force with which he's been struck

and the way he's thrown backwards.

The assassin must be there in the crowd somewhere.

Yeah, but there's no heat signature within a hundred yards.

According to the ballistic report,

the bullet or whatever it was that killed him, went right through him.

So far the boys in blue haven't been able to find it though.

-So either it disintegrated-- -[Nick] Or disappeared.

Just like the others.

-[keyboard clacking] -Clearly, there's a pattern.

Three killings in three months.

All religious leaders.

Different cities, different faiths,

but all killed by an unseen assassin

with a weapon that can't be identified.

So, whoever it was seems to have some kind of

personal crusade against organized religion.

Kill the shepherd and lead the flock to slaughter.

That's not your usual conspiracy.

No.

Something much darker.

[gunshot]

Well, I'm gonna go have a shower and shake the cobwebs out.

Maybe I can come back at this from a new angle.

Okay, we'll give you a shout if we find anything new.

All right then. Alex, let's have another look at all the crowd footage.

[keyboard clacking]

[wind blowing]

[windows banging]

[thunderclap]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[Nick] Richter.

[laughing]

[theme music playing]

[Nick] It's him.

-[Rachel] Richter? -Yeah.

The guy you told me about?

The one who led your SEAL team into the ambush in South America?

The one whose body was never found?

The one and only.

The picture was taken the week that I reported for duty.

Are you sure this photo isn't yours?

Yeah. Richter used to take one with every new guy.

It was, kind of, a personal record in case he didn't come back.

Sounds reassuring. Men must've loved him for that.

We did.

He was a legend.

I remember, uh,

when I got assigned to his unit, just after Jump School,

how privileged I felt.

It was only after you got to know him for a while,

you realized that he was just, uh,

a little crazier than the rest of us.

A lot crazier actually.

Crazy enough to slip past our security

just to let you know he's still around, huh?

Yeah.

Well, there must be more to it than that.

What about the shell casing?

Uh, it's a .50 caliber Hastings,

SEALs use it on special ops when it's too tough to get in close.

The assassination.

Sniper rifle.

[people screaming]

Hastings is accurate to ranges over half a mile.

So, the assassin wouldn't have had to be right there in the crowd.

We were wrong in assuming that he needed to be close

-in order to get a clear shot. -[Derek] Yeah.

Unless he's gotta be sitting somewhere high.

-[keyboard clacking] -[tape squeaking]

[people shouting, chanting]

Pro-choice.

[gunshot]

[people screaming]

[Derek] Right there.

[keyboard clacking]

[computer beeping]

Have a look at the clock tower.

[Nick] There.

It's gotta be him.

He could cap a cockroach from that range.

It's Richter.

How can you tell?

His face is covered.

I don't know, there's something about him, something familiar.

[whooshes]

-What just happened? -[keyboard clacking]

[panting]

[church bell tolls]

[indistinct crowd chatter]

-[gunshot] -[people screaming]

[church bell dings]

[both laughing]

[church bell tolls]

[gun cocking]

[yells] No!

[thunder rumbling]

[gasps]

[wind blowing]

[birds chirping]

[bell dinging]

Hey, you. Are you going somewhere?

Yeah, I'm just taking a little trip up north,

few things I gotta find out.

-About Richter? -Yeah.

You know, from what we saw on the video tape,

there's a good possibility it wasn't even him.

There's always that possibility.

We're supposed to be a team, Nick, remember?

You know, you sound an awful lot like Derek right now.

[chuckles]

Yeah, well.

This has nothing to do with The Legacy, Rachel.

This is between Richter and I.

When I was a SEAL,

they taught us that the best defense was a preemptive strike.

-That's what I intend to do. -Okay.

But can you hear yourself right now?

Your past with Richter, it's just blinding you, Nick.

All right, let's say you're right, and Richter is out there.

Don't you see that this knee-jerk reaction you're having

is exactly what he's counting on?

Can't you see you're being set up?

Maybe so.

[gun cocking]

There are some things you just can't ride around.

-Look, I gotta go, Rach. -Where?

[exhales]

Spokane.

-Somebody I gotta talk to up there. -Who?

Richter's got a sister.

What exactly do you expect her to say?

I don't know, maybe nothing.

But if we're going to find him and stop him,

then we have to start somewhere.

Okay, just...

promise me one thing.

If you do find something,

don't go out there and try to get him by yourself, not again.

[birds chirping]

[Susan] Have you heard from him?

No, I haven't.

Have you?

No.

Couple of years ago, I wrote away for his records

under the Freedom of Information Act.

When did he contact you?

What are you talking about?

Your brother is out there on some sort of dark crusade

and you know it, don't you?

You better go.

Not until I know what's happened with him.

Why are you doing this?

Because a week ago, a catholic cardinal was shot down

on the steps of a San Francisco hotel.

And the month before that, in Jerusalem,

an orthodox rabbi was assassinated

just yards from the Wailing Wall.

-And the month before that-- -Just stop.

So, where is he?

[sighs] Three months ago,

I received this.

"The cleansing has begun."

It's not signed, but it's his handwriting.

May I keep this?

Did you know he went to the Citadel?

Graduated first in his class?

Yes, ma'am.

He was a hell of a soldier.

Thank you.

[crackling]

[inhales]

[John] Oh, yes.

[inhales, exhales]

[whispering] Give me the strength

and the power

to do

what must be done

in this, our hour of darkness.

A world without end.

I... remember.

[sniffs]

[whooshes]

Our friend, Mr. Boyle, is coming.

See that he arrives alive.

Sorry, I couldn't help you more with that postmark.

Now all I can say for sure is whoever mailed it

must've mailed it here.

Oh, thanks for checking anyhow.

[clattering]

Two thousand rounds. That's a lot of ammo.

Well, you never know when you're gonna need it.

-Better have too much than too little. -That's right.

Going hunting?

Thinking about it. You know a good tracker?

Best in the business, standing right here.

Hey, Charlie!

Fella here looking for a guide.

Might need your help.

-You have a good day. -Thank you.

[wood clattering]

[dog barks distantly]

-So, you interested? -Depends.

What you looking for?

-You seen this guy around here? -Could be.

I get 200 bucks a day.

-He's Navy, isn't he? -How'd you guess?

I served with the Seabees for three years.

Dressed kinda casual for shore patrol, aren't you?

It's personal.

Still smells like navy business to me.

Been discharged from the SEALs for five years.

So, this guy is a SEAL, too, is he?

Used to be.

Like I said, 300 bucks. Plus expenses.

I thought you said two.

No offense, but you guys are nuts.

Let's just call it hazard pay.

In advance.

Deal.

Better not tell you any more or I'll be broke before we start. [chuckles]

Better not tell me any more or you'll have to kill me too, right?

[chuckles] Right.

Yeah, I saw this guy a couple of times.

North of here.

Him and some other honchos on the run.

You mean SEALs?

I don't know. Why don't you have a look?

All right.

[keys jingling]

Show me.

I'm on the job.

[birds screeching]

[Derek] The murder was execution style.

Village priest, outside Madrid, three months ago.

Above the altar, they found the words, "the cleansing."

The freelance photojournalist who took this picture was actually shot

right through his own camera lens.

That's terrible.

"The cleansing," isn't that the message

that was sent to the police right after the Cardinal's murder?

Yes, exactly.

Any word from Nick?

I talked to him about three hours ago,

he called me from Spokane.

He said he's met with Richter's sister.

Didn't he tell you where he was going?

No, in fact, he was kind of evasive.

Well, this is ridiculous. He can't do this by himself.

Well, he thinks he can.

In fact, he thinks he has to.

It's some sort of misplaced survivor's guilt.

Nick can't come to terms with the fact that he's the only one left alive.

Hmm, you're right.

Finding Richter is something Nick must do.

And he convinced himself that he must do it all alone.

[Nick] John Wesley Richter.

He was everybody's number one.

His grandfather was wounded on Omaha Beach.

His father did two tours in 'Nam before he came home in a body bag.

They sent him to the Citadel.

He graduated first in his class.

IQ of 145.

He lettered in wrestling, going to the NCAA finals all four years.

National champion in the last three.

Everybody thought he'd go Army,

but he fooled them by going Navy instead.

The betting was he'd make Admiral by 40.

In 1980, he applied for Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training

at Coronado, California.

For Richter, it was a walk in the park.

They assigned him to SEAL Team 10.

By the time Desert Storm rolled around, he was a platoon commander.

He won a Silver Star and two Purple Hearts.

He lost one man.

That's when I joined his squad.

Scott.

Banks.

Wakefield.

Heston.

D'Antonio.

Enrice.

They'd been together five years.

I was the odd man out.

-[crickets chirping] -[cawing]

-It's all on foot from here. -How far?

Just over that bridge.

That's where I saw 'em a couple of months ago

just floating along like ghosts in the wind.

Think you can find it in the dark?

If I have to.

Well, that's what we're gonna do.

You're not up here for the hunting, are you?

Looks like your friend Richter's a little more than just AWOL.

What do you want him for?

Murder.

You still with me?

[sighs] Let's go.

[breathing heavily]

[John] Listen to my prayer, dear God.

Hear my prayer.

Show me now.

Reveal your true face

to this, your willing

and humble servant, yes.

Yes.

I knew you'd come closer.

[exhales] Ah.

[whispers] Come whisper in my ear.

Tell me what is to come my way.

Oh, yes, come closer.

I hear you.

One, yes.

No.

Two.

A disciple. Uh, a disciple.

And a sacrifice.

Let it please the Lord that it is so.

Yes.

[whoosh]

-[water splashing] -[exhales]

-Don't normally come out here at night. -Oh, yeah?

That's where they were, right over there.

Show me.

Too dark. Can't track what you can't see.

All right, we'll cold camp here for the night

and move out at first light.

Cold camp? What are you, nuts, boy?

Wouldn't you rather have a nice warm fire?

Positive.

Who'd this guy murder anyway?

Come on, I got a few seconds. Humor me.

It was five years ago.

We were an eight-man squad

sent in to drop the dime on a drug lord south of the equator.

We got ambushed.

I was on point maybe 500 meters ahead.

We got hit from behind.

By the time I got back, all I found were bodies.

All of them?

All but one.

So, what you're saying to me is that, uh...

Well, you never actually saw what happened, did you?

Maybe you're wrong.

Tell that to the Cardinal he killed last week.

[birds screeching]

[pants]

[groans]

[panting]

I saw him over there about 100 meters.

-Give me your side arm, I'll cover you. -It's not your fight.

It is now, they woke me up.

Let's move out.

[birds chirping]

-He came this way. -I don't like it.

Feels too easy.

Well, maybe it ain't. Maybe I'm just good.

Yeah, so are they.

-Do you wanna find them or not? -All right, let's go.

[creaking]

[footsteps clattering]

[birds screeching]

[panting]

Like I said before, it's too easy.

How come every time you say, "too easy," I think "bad"?

Every time we lose the trail,

we see one of them just long enough to keep us coming.

-What are you doing now? -Traveling light.

Look, you don't have anything invested in this.

Maybe you wanna sit it out in the car.

Tell that to your sister.

[birds screeching]

[rustling]

[water splashing]

There it is. You see it, that hole in the rock?

Yeah.

And there's our boy right on time.

Okay, Charlie, this is it.

I want you to go back to the backpacks.

Inside you'll find a cell phone.

Dial star-1 in the autodial,

and ask for Derek Rayne.

Tell him that we found Richter

and I want him to bring the chopper up.

Meet you at the footbridge, and bring him back here.

No, man. What about you? I can't let you go in there alone.

[gun cocking]

I'll back you up.

Charlie, if you really wanna help, you'll make the call.

[panting]

Okay, but don't be no hero, kid.

You neither.

Hey, I'm a Seabee, remember? My momma didn't raise no fool.

[Charlie panting]

[gun cocking]

-[thuds] -[groans]

-[groans] -[grunts]

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunts]

Scott?

What the hell is going on here?

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

-[grunts] -[groans]

[groans in pain]

-[groans] -[thuds]

Banks?

[gasps, groans]

[groans, grunts]

[gun cocking]

[gasps]

Scott?

[thudding]

The prodigal son returns.

You found me.

You came to me.

I knew you would.

What the hell kinda dark deal you got going on here?

What did you do to Scott and Banks?

Nothing.

They're dead.

Don't you remember?

You were there.

You brought them back?

They help me with my work.

Your work?

Spreading the word of God.

By killing His clergy?

No.

You must look past the killings.

There's a necessary evil.

Where I come from,

there's no such thing as a "necessary evil."

Where you come from, there's no future.

[groans]

[exhales]

Let me open your eyes.

[groans]

Let me show you the truth.

Let me convince you

to join me.

[exhales]

[screams]

[groans]

[groaning]

[screeching]

[continues groaning]

What the hell happened to them?

They're gone.

[shivering]

They'll be back

when I need them.

How?

Join me and I'll show you.

You think I've come all this way to join you?

I've come to kill you.

That will never happen.

And that's the truth.

You wanna talk about the truth?

You tell me what the hell went on five years ago.

That's when it all began.

It was terrifying.

[breathing heavily]

The jungle.

The bodies.

But you don't remember 'cause you didn't watch them die.

You weren't close enough

to see what was really happening, but I was close.

I was so close.

I can hear their screams.

But I can't do anything about it.

-So you ran. -[yells] No!

Is that what you think?

That I deserted?

I ran.

When they lit up the jungle, yes, I ran,

I ran towards the light.

It was...

It was like...

running through a tunnel...

[breath trembling]

into a different world.

Richter, this is delusional.

[softly] Join me, Nick.

Join me.

It was hard for me to accept myself at first.

Accept what?

Some kind of sick pact with the dark side that allows you to raise the dead?

No.

You believe the lies that you've been told.

I'll show you the way, I'll show you the truth.

-[water splashing] -[grunts]

[yells] Then read. Read it!

Read it! Read it!

"And God made man in His image.

In His image and likeness made he."

Lies!

How come it worked so well for the rest of us?

Because you never thought it through.

God didn't write these words.

They were written by a man.

A man of flesh and blood like you, like me.

The premise of all great religions.

God loved us so much, He made us to look like Him,

but... what if it isn't true?

Suppose it's all a lie.

[exhales]

That's a really interesting theory, psycho.

Now why don't you prove it?

I intend to.

[beeps]

I need to speak to Derek Rayne.

-Nick didn't call himself? -No.

So we really gotta move.

[helicopter whirring]

[sighs]

Drink.

[chuckles]

Very good.

[breathing heavily]

Do you wanna see the face of God?

Look closely.

That is His true face.

Spiders?

No.

Not just spiders.

The villagers call them Occhi di Dio.

The eyes of God.

For they let you see

what only He can see.

[hissing]

Give me the strength

and the power to do what must be done.

In this, our darkest hour.

A world without end.

[exhales]

[hissing]

-[screeches] -[groans]

[gasping]

[whooshes]

There was another infiltrator.

Find him.

Eradicate him.

[rustling]

[panting]

[helicopter engine whirring]

For five years, I lived in the jungle with the mud people.

[metal clinking]

These creatures...

they're not some fantasy I dreamed up, Nick.

They're real.

They taught you this?

So I could teach the world.

You could be my disciple.

You're strong, Nick. You always were.

I need you with me.

Help me to erase the false gods.

Take the point for me again, Nick.

You'll do it.

[sighs in relief]

What do I have to do?

Exactly as I tell you.

Kneel with me.

Spider venom.

The villagers use it to poison the tips of their arrows.

But a single spider

has only enough

to empower us.

To open the window to our souls.

First untie me. I won't run.

I know.

You see him?

Yes.

Place him on your tongue.

When you feel his bite,

[groans] crush him

under the roof of your mouth,

and swallow.

Then you'll understand.

Are you ready?

Be strong.

-[thuds] -[groans]

[yells] No! No!

[glass shatters]

[gun firing]

[groans]

[gasps]

-[screams] -[groans]

[both grunting]

[clicks]

No.

[gunfire continues]

[yelling] No!

[explosion]

[whooshes]

[groaning]

[helicopter whirring]

Who's there?

Thought you were rid of me, huh?

I guess I'm not that lucky.

What happened to the leg?

Same thing that happened to this bridge.

[helicopter approaching]

Sounds like the cavalry's here.

We have a visual.

Yeah.

Come on, let's get you home.

[groans in pain]

[panting]

[Nick]Most of us only get one shot at life.

John Wesley Richter got two.

First, as a soldier who saw too much of death, to die himself.

And second, as the messiahfor a strange and nameless god.

Although there's no way to know for certain,

I'd like to believe

his soul must at last rest.

[theme music playing]