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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]