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(men grunting)

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(shouting)

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(Man grunting)

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(groaning)

(gun clicking)

(device beeping)

(device clicking)

(explosion booming)

(fixture rattling)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(engine rumbling)

(engine continues rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(footsteps tapping)

(phone buzzing)

- No.

Nothing yet.

Yes, sir, we are looking
everywhere for him.

I'm about to talk with
the lead now though.

Mm.

(phone beeping)

(captive breathing heavily)

- [Man] God, please...

please help me.

Please...

Oh!

(uneasy music)

Please, I'm begging you.

(screaming)

(birds chirping)

(radio playing upbeat music)

(vehicle whooshing)

(footsteps crunching)

(radio continues
playing upbeat music)

(radio continues
playing upbeat music)

(locals chattering)

(locals continue chattering)

(locals continue chattering)

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

- [Sports Announcer] The line.

- Come on baby, come on,
run like the wind, move.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd groans)

- What's going on with the TV?

- What's going
around here? Josey!

- Hey look, if we
go to Big George's,

maybe we get that big satellite-

- Big George what?

Big George is a
good 30 miles away.

And cut it with that.

Besides, does Big
George serve you

a very special
Montecassino Birra?

- No, uh-
- Does Big George serve

the best damn hot
wings in the county?

- Well, I do love
those damn wings.

- Yes you do.

- The internet will go back.

It always does. Relax.

- Okay, so the vehicle
moves from rest at the speed

of 25 meters per second.

- You gotta be kidding me.

Come on, man, stock the shelves

and get your head
outta that thing.

How many times I gotta tell you.

And Chase, this is your job.

- This is my job.

(bell ringing)

- What good does an education do

if you just work a dead-beat...

job?

It's great.

It makes sense.

(radio playing calm music)

Be good.

We're outta Red Bull again.

I'm sorry, my dad
forgot to order it.

It won't be here
until next week.

- Alright.

You mixed your vectors up here.

- What?

What?

- That, it should
go right there.

(keyboard clicking)

(Chase exhaling)

(glass clinking)

- You're right.

- Yeah.

- Cheeky, is your
internet working?

- [Chase] Yeah. Why?

- The game just went
out. It's a mess.

They're gonna slit my throat.

Hey.

Um, I'll figure it out.

I don't know. Gotta go.

- Kenny says we
jump in the truck

and we have to go all the way
down. What is it, 30 miles?

- I feel like it's a
"Poltergeist". It's gonna run

out of the TV and hit me in the
head

I'm just sayin' bud.

- Gotta watch this. I got
a football game here.

- I gotta still settle up and
all that...

- Hey, calm down, this
round's on the house.

- Alright.

- Well that changes things.

- [Announcer] Two yards shy...

(Josey screaming)

We got the big one, we got it.

(crowd shouting faintly)

(customer clapping)

- [Announcer] And
Stuart will throw.

(announcer chattering)
(crowd chattering)

- You fixed it?

Was that you?

- I...

yeah.

- Well, you saved
my ass.

The least I can do
is buy you a drink.

What's your poison?

- I gotta get back.

- Come on, everyone loves
alcohol and football.

This round here.

Okay, I know we don't
follow their rules,

but as a fellow
alien in this town,

I deserve to know your mission.

I got my own secrets.
Let's negotiate.

- Where are you from?

- Where are you from?

Ay, you come by
every other Sunday,

if not for the game,
then what, confession?

(Guy chuckles)

- What, are you
keeping tabs on me?

- Not much happening
around here.

- Look, I live out
of town a ways.

I gotta come in once in a
while for these supplies.

- Okay.

That's...

maybe next time?

Drinks on me.

(pensive music)

- Toilet paper?

Really?

Jesus Christ.

(engine growling)

(tense music)

- [Marcus] And we have
scanned Europe, Asia...

- Asia! (chuckles)

Jack didn't go to Asia.

You barely get him to
come into the office

when I used to work with him.

Look, we've talked about this.

The reason his passport's
being flagged is he wants you

to think he's left the country.

Probably gave it to somebody
to transit internationally.

Here he's tapped into the
Customs Department network.

- So you think he's
here in the States?

- It's not where I'd hide.

But Jack, he's not really
the exotic type, is he?

He's more of a Red Bull,

dirt bike, paranoid
prepper type.

Hey, put your satellites
on the Southeast, okay?

And I mean, deep in the bayou,

one of those shit dirt
towns where nobody visits

and everybody minds
their own business.

You'll find him.

- Belcor is fixated
on his golden boy.

He wants him back and quick.

- It doesn't matter.

I'm heading the
program up now, Marcus.

- (chuckles) That's...

that's not what I hear.

- Hmm.

- Belcor made a deal
with our Italian friends,

promised them a working
design six months ago.

I'll find him.

- You'll find him?

Not if he finds you first.

(apple crunching)

Good.

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(engine growling)

(birds chirping)

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(insects buzzing)

(tense music)

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(scanner beeping)

(door creaking)

(lock clicking)

(computer beeps)

(keyboard clicking)

(electricity buzzing)

(radio playing calm music)

(electricity buzzing)

(switch clicking)

(device humming)

(glasses clicking)

(sponge rustling)

(solder crackling)

(radio playing calm music)

(birds chirping)

(Guy sighing)

(Guy grunting)

(ax thudding)

(light music)

Rook...

to A5.

(Guy sighing)

(handle creaking)

Goddammit.

(handle creaking)

(light music)
(birds chirping)

Okay.

(tense music)
(siren wailing)

- Anything?

- Satellites came up empty.

- So Ranish is full of it.

- Maybe not.

Someone ordered an Nvidia
A100 graphics card.

Six months ago one was
shipped to a PO Box,

Memphis, Tennessee.

Name on it. Get this...

Guy Smith.

(ominous music)

- Get me locations on
any towns in that region,

every asset, every eye
in the sky in this...

And get me on the next flight!

(birds chirping)

- Alright. Alright.

(light music)

(light music continues)

(water splashing)

(birds chirping)

(Guy grunting)
(tool clanking)

(insects buzzing)

(birds chirping)

(mallet banging)

(shrub rustling)

(tense music)

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(twigs snapping)

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(vehicle whooshing)

(Marcus exhaling deeply)

(birds chirping)

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(glass clinking)

(uneasy music)

(water burbling)

- Excuse me.

(Marcus exhaling)

(bottle crunching)

Need help?

- Oh.

I'm not from around here.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I figured.

- You figured what exactly?

- Well, nobody from around here
rocks clothes like that, so.

(Marcus chuckles)

- The sharp eye.

No, I'm just um...

passing through.

Looking for a place to stay.

You know any good places?

- There's just one.

There's a bed and
breakfast down the street.

Josey and her family run it.

Josey runs the Rocking Horse.

- Bed and breakfast.

- Yeah.

- Down the street.

- Yeah.

(bottle crunching)

- I'll get you on the next one.

(bell ringing)

- Okay, we're ready.

Welcome to the Land
of Hospitality.

I am Josefina, everybody
calls me Josey.

And this is your temporary home.

It's our little slice of
Latino flavor in town.

Your room is up the stairs.

Are you okay, are you
looking for anything?

Can I help you with
something or...?

All good?

Okay.
- Okay.

- Here's your room.

Be my guest.

How long are you staying?

- [Marcus] I'll let you know.

- What?

(Josey exhaling)

You need anything, let me know.

(Josey speaking Spanish)

(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)

(drones beeping)

(siren whooping)

(tense music)

- What's all this?

- Oh...

they're drones.

- What do you need that for?

- Getting recordings of the
tree growth in the area.

I'm with the
Department of Interior.

I got my ID right here.

Your trees are full of disease.

- Yeah, the feds are
going all high tech, huh?

- You could say
something like that.

- We've been begging
for a bigger budget.

Begging.

And look at all the little
toys you got over here.

- Ah, I feel you, sheriff. I do.

We are understaffed and
overworked all the same.

I can't remember the last
time I had a day off.

Can you?

- I remember.

- How much help
you got out here?

- If you need anything,
you give us a call.

You have a nice day.

(engine starts)

Let's go.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

- Okay, I need a second opin...

Here you go.

Hot and fresh

for my little nerd.
- Thank you.

- You have to feed
the brain too.

Oye.

- It's so good.

- That weirdo with the egg,
I saw him come through here.

- He came here.

Yeah.
- What's up?

- He didn't even pay.

He just left.
- Excuse me.

- He's trouble.

- Trouble? He's an
asshole is what he is.

(Josey speaking Spanish)

- I don't understand you.

I don't understand.

- Literally, he shut
the door on my face.

- He shut the door on your face?

- In my...

He went like this, you know
what I'm talking about.

- Oh yeah.
- He was just rude.

He was disrespectful.

Was he mean to you?

How was he?

- No, he was just,

he was acting really weird.

- Creepy is what he is.

- He is creepy.

- Yeah, I don't like him.

(glass clinking)

How are things back there?

What's going on?

- If I get that
scholarship, I'm gone.

Not looking back.

Thank you for the food.

(locals chattering)

(tense music)

- Hey you guys.

- Are you serious? (laughs)

(locals chattering)

- Jesus Christ.

(tense music)

(bell ringing)

(pen scratching)

(Chase sighing)

- Gotta calculate, huh?

- You scared the crap outta me.

Yeah, it's...

This stuff is hard.

- Yeah.

You need some help?

Now you gotta take that number.

Break it down. Split it up.

No, split. Yeah, split that.

- Like this.

- There you go.

- Oh.

- Look at the big brain on you.

Alright. It's just step by step.

So what's new?

Anything ever go
on in this town?

- Actually, this asshole came in

looking for a place to stay.

Had beady eyes,
looked kind of creepy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- It was probably
just a tourist.

- Tourists never
just show up here.

- Well, maybe it was an illegal

in search of the American dream.

Either way, it's
probably best to

trust your instincts.

You let me know if
you need any help.

- I will.

Thank you for the help.

(locals chattering)

(uneasy music)

(uneasy music continues)

(handle rattling)

(bell ringing)

- The man who was just in here,

do you know him?

- Who?

- Boy, what are
you a fucking owl?

That guy with, uh, a beard.

- Beards are kind of
in fashion these days.

- Don't...

(Marcus chuckles)

I just saw him leave.

- A lot of people come in here.

- So a lot of
people come in here.

Now...

you seem like a smart kid.

Stop fucking around.

- I am pretty smart.

I got a 1580 on that SAT, so-

(blow thudding)

- Talk.

- Uh...

Okay, okay.

There's a guy that
comes in here sometimes.

He buys supplies.

He lives somewhere off the grid.

That's all I know. Okay?

Okay!

(tense music)

- If I find out

you know more,

I'll be back.

And next time,

well...

you know what happens
if I come back.

You're a smart kid.

You got 1580 on your SAT.

- Chase.

Delivery guy out
back. Give me a hand.

- Anything else I can
help you with, sir?

(footsteps tapping)

(birds chirping)

(bird fluttering)

(uneasy music)

(locals chattering)

- Bobby (speaking Spanish),
you're finally back.

Oh my God, where
were you? Please.

(phone buzzing)

- [Woman] Marcus, I picked up
a highly active wireless signal

coming from an area near you
that has been uninhabitable

for the last 20 years.

I attached the location.

(Man chanting in
foreign language)

(contemplative music)

(phone buzzing)

(tense music)

(GPS beeping)

(birds chirping)

- Alright, fellas.

Target's supposed to be
brought back alive, okay?

Alive!

Rock salt only.

- So we're going after
some Oppenheimer wannabe?

- Just focus.

Hey Marcus.

- He's eight miles
south of Marker 52.

- How'd you find him?

- These are the
best guys you got?

- These are the best
guys I could get

in short notice, Marcus.

I got two more guys
blocking the street.

(tense music)

Alright guys, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Load it up.

- [Woman] Excuse me, sir,

but someone has
bypassed the firewall

and accessed the
employee tracker.

- How do you know?

- [Woman] Because
there's multiple logins

from a former employee account.

We're on it. I'll
keep you updated.

- Yeah, sure.

Have security
confiscate every phone,

every fucking computer.

We've been hacked.

- I'll get on it
right away, sir.

Also, Ranish is waiting
outside for you.

- Have him waiting.

Shit!

Why is this happening to me?

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

- Now.

(alarm beeping)

(alarm buzzing)

(ominous music)

- Alright, look out, here we go.

Move forward. Forward now.

- I see you.

- Oh, shit.

(tense music)

- What the hell? These lights.

- Why are these here?

(keyboard clicking)

(explosion thundering)

(mercenary screaming)

- What the fuck?

(mercenary screaming)

- Don't touch me!

(gun bangs)

(suspenseful music)

- Move it. Get through.

- Go, go, go!

Marcus. Come on, let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(Guy breathing heavily)

- Oh, shit.

(landmine clicking)
- Oh, shit!

Landmine.

- Come on, toss it.

Toss me the weapon.

Smoke grenade.

Smoke grenade. Smoke him out.

Do it!

- Throw in the fucking smoke.

(grenade hissing)

(exhaust hissing)

(grenade whooshing)

- Holy shit!

- Hold your breath!

Up, on your feet!

Let's go! Come on!

On your feet! Let's go!

- We don't leave
until we get him!

- Fuck you! You go
in there and get him!

(mercenaries coughing)

(grenade hissing)

(tense music)

(switch clicking)

(Guy panting)

(Guy panting)

(engine rumbling)

(engine continues rumbling)

(mercenary coughing)

- I told you, you're
not leaving here.

- We're hired help.

You're on your own now.

(gun bangs)

(uneasy music)

(siren wailing)

- Yeah, yeah. I get it.

I just want some good
news for a change.

- He knew we were coming.

He wiped out the entire team.

- That's not fucking good news.

(exhaling deeply)

(uneasy music)

Get Ranish in here.

- Yes, sir.

(engine roaring)

(intrepid music)

(moves to solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

(tires squealing)

- Hey. Hey, that's him, right?

That's him!

Go, go, go! Let's go!

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(engine growling)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(metal clanging)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(crash thundering)

(engine growling)

- Sorry. I was
across the street.

What's so urgent?

- Come in, close the door.

First of all, we've been hacked.

All the information's
leaked out.

And I don't fucking
care, we might be bugged.

People might hear
what we're saying.

And your friend Jack,

he's been located...

- Let me guess,
some forgotten town

in the southeastern part
of the United States.

- I always liked you because
you're fucking smart.

Sit down.

- Thanks.

So, now...

you're smart so you think,

would it be a possibility

to end this project by yourself?

I'll get you any help you need.

I mean, but do you
really need Jack?

- He would be helpful,

but I taught him most
of what he knows.

Best student I ever had,

figure out and solve
solutions in time

that it'd take most
scientists a decade.

- Yeah.

And you think it's
smart stealing research,

research that I
paid millions for.

- We always knew
he was a wild card.

He was brought in here

because everyone believed
he could finish this.

Now, it's not my fault

that somebody disclosed your
intention was to weaponize it.

- Marcus and his
team, they found him.

- Marcus is in the Southeast?

- Yep.

- He'll come home in a body bag.

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(keys jingling)

(lock clicking)

(chain clinking)

(door creaking)

(water burbling)

(tense music)

(engine growling)

(locals chattering)

(Guy panting)

(keys jingling)

- Let me go! Let me go!

- Sh.

- What are you doing?

- They found me.

- Who found you? What?

The asshole tourist guy?

- Yeah.

Look, he works for
my former employer.

- What do they want?

- It's a long story. Listen.

Have you seen any other
guys like him around here?

- No. No, I don't think so.

- Well, they're coming.

(Guy breathing heavily)

- Who's coming?
- I gotta go.

- Who's coming?

Wait, hold on.

Wait, where are you gonna go?

- I'll figure it out.

- Wait, hold on, I got
a place you can hide.

It's this war bunker thing.

They used it to hide
weapons from the north

after the end of the war.

I can show you where it is.

- Well...

does anybody else
know about this place?

- No, I don't think so.

It's pretty impossible to find.

I can show you where it is.

I can go with you.
- No, no.

You stay put and
you stay right here.

Do you understand me?

Do not follow me.

These people are
extremely dangerous.

Hey.

You're a good kid, Chase.

Stick to your books, alright?

- Wait!

(uneasy music)

(Josey laughing)

(radio playing calm music)

- I got you.

Come on, come on, come on.

My beer, Amelia.
Quick, quick, quick.

Here you go.

Oh my God, let me take
this out of your way.

Marquito, clean this up.

So sorry for the delay,

your pizza's gonna
be right here.

- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just wanted to tell
you that I'm leaving.

- Leaving. Why?

- Yeah, look, I need you...

It doesn't matter. Okay?

I just need you to keep
looking after Chase.

He's a good kid.

He's got huge potential.

(Guy sighing)

And I just need you to
know that I really wanted

to have that beer with
you and watch the game

and just been able
to sit here with you.

(horn beeping)

- What is that?

(wistful music)

(wistful music continues)

(Guy exhaling)

- Down there?

- Yeah.
- No.

- Yeah.

- Listen to me,
I'm not doing it.

- Don't even debate me.

- No, I'm not-
- You're going.

I need somebody who
knows how he thinks

and how he maneuvers out there.

- You know I hate the South.

I'm not going down to
those mosquito-infested...

old country.
- Yes you are!

And you're going to
get my best strike team

to do all the heavy lifting.

All you gotta do is to
lead them to the target.

- I apologize, I
don't chase people

around in back country woods.

And I'm not gonna go down-

- Hey! I paid you
a fucking fortune!

Now it's time for payback.

You get out there
and you get him

and you bring him back to me.

Okay?

(tense music)

- Go run to my house,
I get my bag packed.

- No need.

The bag is packed.

You're leaving right now.

Break a leg, pal.

(ominous music)

(crickets chirruping)

(footsteps tapping)

(engine humming)

(door whirring)

- I don't need you here.

- Marcus.

I thought you'd be dead by now.

Just tell me all the
ways it went wrong.

- It was an ambush.

Whole team was taken
out by booby traps.

- How was it an ambush if
you were going after him?

- This, this is your mess now.

I'm just working cleanup.

What's your plan?

- Oh no. No, this is our mess.

And it's very simple.

We're gonna go to his place.

We're gonna salvage
all of his research.

We're gonna find it and
bring him back to Belcor.

Simple as that.

- Just the two of us?

- No.

Belcor has lost complete
confidence in you.

No, he sent in the private team.

They'll be here in two hours.

Look on the bright side,

they're gonna have another
shot at the golden boy.

- [Sheriff] Hey!

How's the scouting going?

You getting your
shots, Spielberg?

- It's great, Sheriff.

- Who's your new
sidekick, director?

- I had to call in
some extra hands.

- What'd you say?

- Some extra hands.

- You're very lucky
to have him, sir.

He's a uh...

He's a real auteur,
real Robert Bresson.

- Huh, outstanding.

Y'all need anything,
I'll be right here.

Have a nice night.

- You do the same, Sheriff.

- Hey, hey.

How many more people
coming to my town?

- Just be a few of us, Sheriff.

- You have really
fucked this up, huh?

- Don't worry about it.

The whole town has
that deaf bastard,

and a deputy looks like
he's 18 looking after it.

- I'm not staying there.

- [Marcus] Oh.
(insect buzzing)

Stay in your car then.

(insect buzzing)

(restrained music)
(crickets chirruping)

(insects buzzing)

(frogs croaking)

(can clicking)

(tool tapping)

(uneasy music)

(footfalls swishing)

- No!
Let go!

- Chase, what the fuck
are you doing here?

What the fuck are
you doing here?

- I knew you'd found it.

- I told you...

not to follow me.
- I know what you said.

- Did anybody see
you come up here?

- Nobody followed
me. I made sure.

- Goddammit.
(Chase exhaling)

- I brought you your
supplies from the store,

the stuff you usually get.

(Chase breathing heavily)

Oh my God, you gotta stop
sneaking up on me like that.

Jesus!

(crickets chirruping)
(insects buzzing)

- Thank you for the supplies.

- Yeah, of course.

(Guy chuckles)

What?

- This reminds me of home.

- Your mom made
you eat this shit?

(Guy chuckles)

- Yeah.

(fire crackling)

How many are there?

- Maybe a dozen.

Give or take.

- Drones?

- Yeah, I've seen a
few buzzing around.

Why are they looking for you?

- Well...

cold fusion.

Yeah.

Cold fusion.

I was building a
mini-reactor prototype.

Small enough to fit in
the palm of your hand.

Could hold a charge
for 20 years.

- Okay.

What happened?

- I didn't finish it.

- Why not?

You could have unlimited energy.

That would change everything.

- Yeah, well, that was the idea.

But they wanted to weaponize it.

A tweak here, a little
adjustment there and...

(Guy imitates
explosion blasting)

So I took my research and I...

I disappeared.

(Chase exhaling)

- What's next?

- I think it's time
to disappear again.

- Maybe it's time
to stop running

and stick it to these creeps.

I mean, you're way
smarter than them.

- Chase, I think it's
time for you to go.

Get back before they
realize you're gone.

These guys are dangerous.

I don't think you know
what you're doing here.

(pensive music)

- Yeah.
Okay.

- [Guy] I'd talk to the
sheriff if I were you.

- What?

- Talk to the Sheriff.

- Sheriff. Yeah, okay.

- Thank you for the stew.

- Yeah, of course.

Okay.

(uneasy music)

- Make sure every vehicle's
been tagged with a tag.

- Copy that.

- You should be
able to pull it up.

- Couldn't just disappear
to the south of France

or vanish to the Amalfi Coast.

Right? He had to come
to this shithole.

- If you're finished,

Mia's got a pin
on the motorcycle.

- Really?

Pull it up.

That's...

(tense music)

- He should be right here.

(footsteps tapping)

(Ranish chuckles)

- Okay. Let's pay him a visit.

- Don't bother.

It's a damn kid.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps crunching)

(ax thudding)

(light music)

(device beeping)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

- Facial recognition.

Nice, Jack.

- You don't belong here.

(gun bangs)

(tense music)

- Ow. Fuck!

(birds chirping)

- Oh, shit.

It's wired to blow.

(lock clicking)

- Alright, let's go.

- No!

Set the charge.

- Oh, fuck.

(device beeping)

- This is the A team?

- Blow it please.

(explosion thundering)

Grab everything.

Notebooks, drives,

anything that might contain
research is potential.

Holy shit, Jack.

What a shithole.

You gave up 50 billion for this.

(electricity buzzing)

- Oh God, no, no, no!

Get him off!

Get him off!

(mercenary grunting)

(electricity humming)

Goddammit.

He wired this table.

Probably half this
room is armed.

Keep looking.

Don't touch anything
unless I say it's okay.

(tense music)

(items rattling)

(ominous music)

Let's go, let's go. Pack it up.

- Rotate the men
guarding the highway.

Keep sending out
patrols, alright?

I want every vehicle in
this shithole tagged,

every exit covered.

- Got it.

- Marcus, see if Mia's
got anything for you.

I'll see you down here
in 30, 30 minutes.

Hey, is...

- Hey, what's wrong, Cheeky?

- They're after me.

I don't have time. Okay?

- What? Who? Wait!

- Welcome in.

What can we get you?

- [Josey] How about a Maker?

- Yeah.

What's your name?

- Josefina. Josey.

- Josey.

Thanks.

This is a sweet little
place you have here, Josey.

- Thank you.

- I couldn't do it.

The whole organization,

upkeep, cleaning, sweeping.

There's amazing
history about brooms.

Broomstick's been around
since thousands of years.

First the Greeks,
then the Egyptians.

Medieval Europeans,
they standardized it.

But it was the Shakers,

in the 1800s, that
really changed the game.

Gave it that long, flat profile

that you're using there today.

- Wow.

Not much on history.

- No?

It is.

History tells us everything we
wanna know about the future.

Believe it or not,

that broomstick,
like all things,

it has a historical evolution.

Do you know with time, true
story, people figured out a way

to use that cleaning
device there as a weapon?

That broom has been used
for horrible things,

unspeakable humiliations.

It'll make your skin crawl.

Documented cases of people
being physically assaulted

and penetrated over
and over again.

Now, where's the young
man I saw come in here?

(uneasy music)

- Look-

- Where is he!

- Hey, Josey. What is on the TV?

We got a game going on.

The game's on, right?
- Two draughts, Right?

I'll fix it. We'll fix it.

- [Eddie] Give me the
remote please, Maya.

- [Maya] Yes.

- Alright.

Hey, thank you for the drink.

- Ay.

- [Eddie] You alright, Josey?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Chase, stop, tell
me what's going on!

- I don't have time. I'm sorry.

(birds chirping)

- You got a rock hard pillow
in that shitty B and B.

And bugs, ticks,
bloodsucking ticks.

I need to get home, Marcus,

and you're not helping me.

- Oh, this is your show, Ranish.

Remember?

And what we have is a signal.

We know that he is
within two miles of us.

- How do we know that?

- Because we have a tag

and a mark on every
signal in the area.

He moves, we'll know.

- Okay.

And this auxiliary team,

they got all these
exit points closed off?

- Every exit out of this filthy,

fucking shithole
has been covered.

How do they say here?

The noose is tight.

- We found something.

(uneasy music)

(camera beeping)

(birds chirping)

- Clear the door.

- Go ahead.

Tim.

(Guy gasping)

- Open it.

- On you.

- Go.

(uneasy music)

(Marcus screaming)

This fucking...

- Jesus Christ.

- Open it.

- Don't waste your time.

He didn't leave behind
anything that matters.

- How do you know that?

- Because he's watching us.

Mia, you said you
had a signal earlier.

Can you jam it?

- Of course I can.
- No.

Jam the signal, he gets spooked.

- We should be so
lucky, sweetheart.

- [Mia] Just give
me a few minutes.

- Thank you.

- Let's go.

Let's go!

(tense music)

(Guy breathing heavily)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Marcus panting)

(Guy panting)

- Come on.

Over here.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Up the fucking hill!

Ha! up top!

- Yeah, okay.

Okay.

(explosive beeping)

(control beeping)

- It's him.

(control beeping)

(explosion thundering)

- [Mercenary] Fuck!

- Over here!

Get him!

(Guy panting)

- Wait! Pau, stop!

(gun bangs)

(Guy grunting)

(Guy grunting)

(Guy groaning)

(restrained music)

(Guy grunting)

(uneasy music)

(uneasy music continues)

(uneasy music continues)

Smile, Marcus.

- Mm.

Pau, keep the guys up top.

Follow the stream down.

- [Pau] Got it.

(tense music)

- [Marcus] Let's go.

I've got something
that'll flush him out.

Back to the van now!

(light music)

- Oh, fuck.

(Guy grunting)

Oh!

No more running.

(intrepid music)

(knife clicking)

(knife grinding)

(tape ripping)

(container squeaking)

(tool clanking)

(intrepid music)

(intrepid music continues)

(intrepid music continues)

(device beeping)

(tape ripping)

(control beeping)

(explosive beeping)

(glass shattering)

(tape ripping)

(intrepid music)

(intrepid music continues)

(ax thudding)

(ax scratching)

(ax thudding)

(knife scratching)

(intrepid music)

(solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

(solemn music continues)

(switch clicking)

(Chase sighing)

(uneasy music)

- Now, I told you I'd be back.

- What do you want?

(Chase grunting)

- Little shit!

- Leave me alone!

(rack rattling)

(suspenseful music)

Why are you chasing me?

- You fuck! Let go!

- I got it.
- Move!

- Look out.

(Chase grunting)

(tires squealing)

(horn beeping)

(tires squealing)

- Go around!

- Yeah. On it, on it.

(suspenseful music)

(Chase panting)

(Chase grunting)

(Marcus panting)

(Chase grunting)

(rack rattling)

- Shit.

- I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm sorry.

- Little shit!

(Marcus shouting)

(uneasy music)

Shit.

(Sarah screaming)

(wares rattling)

- [Chase] I'm okay.

(Marcus growling)

(Chase panting)

- Nowhere to go, kid.
- Holy shit!

- Shit!

- [Chase] Stop!

- Pau, grab him!

- Shit! Let me go!

(Marcus grunting)

What did I do?

- Get him, get
him! Okay, get him!

- Hey, what...

- I'm sorry.
- Hey, what's going?

- Please help! Please!

- [Marcus] Grab him!
- What?

- Move!

(Chase grunting)

(Chase panting)

- Oh, God.

- Freaking kid.

- What?

- Piece of shit!

- Darn it!

(Chase grunting)

- Agh!
- Hey!

He's yours!

- I said I'm on it.

I just want to talk.

- [Chase] Oh, no you don't.

No, you don't! Get away from me!

I don't know anything.

I don't know anything.

Let me go!

(siren whooping)

It's me, it's me!

Sheriff!

- [Sheriff] Now go!
Get out, get out!

- Hey, please stop! Freeze!

- [Mercenary] Shoot him.

- Oh my God! Put the gun down!

(gun bangs)

Please!

(sheriff gurgling)

- Oh my God!

(Chase breathing heavily)

(tense music)

(sheriff gasping)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

- Shit!

(Chase panting)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Chase grunting)

(Chase breathing heavily)

No, no, no!

- I got you!

(Guy grunting)

- Oh my God.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

Shit.

(footsteps tapping)

Oh, fuck.

(door opens)

No.

- Ow!

Hey! I'm not going anywhere!

- Shut up.

Hurry the fuck up.

- [Sheriff] Hi, you've
reached Sheriff Pancho.

Leave me your name, number,

and I'll get right back to you.

- Sheriff, it's Josey.
I need your help.

(Josey gasping)

They have Chase.

- I know.

- What the hell
is going on, Guy?

Don't bullshit me!

- It's not good.

- What?

- I was gonna take these
motherfuckers out one by one,

- Who are you?

Enough with the mystery.

- Lucky them, their
plans have changed.

They got Chase, so...

I need your help.

- Anything.

- Okay.

I need you to distract 'em

and take 'em over to the
Harrisburg Monastery.

- Okay, I'll do it.

(uneasy music)

(footsteps tapping)

- Josey?

No.

- Okay, I'm ready to talk.

- No, no, no, no.

- I want you out of here.

I'll tell you where he is.

- Josey.

My favorite history student.

And yet, if I'm being honest,

I think you're lying.

- I'm telling the truth,
but I'm a business woman.

I'll send you his way
in exchange for the kid.

- Oh boy.

- Why don't you
tell us where he is?

Quick.

- He's...

he's at the abandoned
Harrisburg Monastery.

- And where might we find that?

- Please just give me the kid.

10 miles north,

outside of town.

- Right.

Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.

Okay.

He's got a terrible
temper. I apologize.

- What about the kid?

- I'll tell you what.

You keep this between us,

you and that boy
will not end up dead

back in that lovely
little bar of yours.

Scout's honor.

Which should be burned
to the ground, so.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(vehicle whooshing)

- [Belcor] Seven
of my men are dead.

What the hell is going on?

He's still alive, right?

- He is.

And if you'll just
let me explain.

- [Belcor] No, I
don't want to hear you

explaining ever again.

You're not hearing me, Ranish.

(Guy breathing heavily)

Do you understand that we
are running out of time.

And when I say we, I mean you.

- Well, he's proven

to be more resourceful
than we anticipated.

But we believe that with
a little bit of time,

if you-
- Don't you talk to me

like a fucking politician!

I need him back here now!

Fucking now!
(phone beeping)

- Mia, all set?

- Mm-hmm.

- Make sure we got the shells.

Come on, let's go.

Come on guys, let's go.

- That seemed pleasant.

- Let's just get home.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Wait, wait. Hold on guys.

I'm losing signal.

(device beeping)

(guns clicking)

(explosion thundering)

- Shit!

Where's he at!

- Get down!
No!

Where the fuck is he?

(weapon hissing)
(mercenary shouting)

(mercenary grunting)

- [Mercenary] Come on, get him.

(mercenary grunting)

(Marcus cackling)

- Are you shitting me?

He's shooting fucking arrows!

- Split up.

(suspenseful music)

(Guy breathing heavily)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

- Stop.

Goddammit.

Jesus.
What the...?

Where the fuck are you?

(lighter crackling)

(flame hissing)

(gun bangs)

(blow thudding)

(weapon clanking)

(gun clicking)

- Hey, there he is.

(tense music)

- Why are you stopping?

Fucking move!

(uneasy music)

(uneasy music continues)

(uneasy music continues)

(mercenary grunting)

- Shh!

(knife swishing)

(mercenary gasping)

(Marcus growling)

- Ranish, do you copy me?

Does anyone read me?

Sit the fuck down!

(tense music)

- Clear.

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

- Jack, just listen to me.

You know what they want.

They're prepared to
give you everything.

Money, power, all of it.

- It's not a weapon.

- Then come home and have
that conversation with them.

- Just leave me the fuck alone.

- But that's not what you
wanted 19 years ago, right,

when you were starting
out and you had nothing?

Am I not the one
that got you started?

And Jack, you like
game theory, right?

Play this out for me.

You got a half dozen
men dead in the woods.

Jack, this has
gotta be dealt with.

- I never wanted
to kill anybody.

- I know that.

Come home, let Belcor help you.

I can have you back in
the city in six hours.

I'll help you.

- I don't want your help.

- They're gonna kill me, Jack.

(gun bangs)

No!

Stop!

(Marcus breathing heavily)

(Marcus grunting)

(Marcus screaming)

(Marcus groans)

(Marcus exhaling)

(footsteps tapping)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

- Jack...

(Marcus grunting)

(Marcus gasping)

(blows thudding)

(strap creaking)

(Guy grunting)

(Guy grunting)

- Don't feel so smart
now, do you, Guy?

(Guy grunting)

(blow thudding)

(Marcus screaming)

(gun clicking)

(device beeping)

(device clicking)

(explosion roaring)

(ground rumbling)

(fire crackling)

(Guy breathing heavily)

(Guy grunting)

- Chase.

(intrepid music)

(intrepid music continues)

Fuck!

(Guy breathing heavily)

Fuck.

- I never pulled
a trigger, Jack.

I swear to God I'll put
a bullet in his head.

- I'm so sorry.

- Wait, no, no. It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

- Ranish, let him go.

This is not the kid's fight.

- Is this a fight?

Christ!

I just want you to come home
and finish what you started!

- Okay.

I'll give you everything.

- No!
- Wait! Wait!

Hold on, Chase!
- No, you can't do that!

- Settle the fuck down!

I will give you everything.

I got full-scale
program completion.

It's sealed, but
it is completed.

I got multiple AutoCADs.

I got BIM, I got geographics.

I got everything
that Belcor needs.

- I'm out of time, Jack.

I just need you to
tell me where it's at.

- No, please-
- Where is it!

- You want the program?

You give me the kid.

(uneasy music)

(engine rumbling)

(vehicle whooshing)

- I hate it down here.

And I blame you for it.

You didn't have to make these
last few days so unpleasant.

It's all inevitable, Jack.

Nobody hides from Belcor.

- Did he tell you to say that?

- I can't really blame the guy.

Expect him to let you disappear
with 15 years of technology,

is that what you thought?

- I thought we wanted
the same thing, Ranish.

You sold your soul.

What's that taste like, huh?

Shit?

- Always so self-righteous.

Everybody on the team though,
is well paid, well compensated

and rewarded for our
work, including you.

- Our work?

They wouldn't let you
run the HR department

if it weren't for me, Ranish.

- None of this matters anymore.

We're gonna take you back

and you're gonna do
the work that's needed,

and then you can go disappear

in some other
insect-filled cesspit

in the other end of the world.

- Hey, you might want
to take the back road.

- What?
- The back road.

- Hey, sit down!
- Get off me, get off me!

Take the back road.

Turn left! Turn left!
- Jack! Jack!

- You're gonna hit
the fucking mine!

- Sit down, Jack!

- You're gonna
miss the landmine.

- Jack, sit down!

- Do you wanna hit the landmine?

- Oh, goddammit!
(Ranish screaming)

(Mercenary screaming)

Idiot!

- What are you doing?

(taser buzzing)

- Jesus Christ!

What the fuck are you thinking?

Dammit!

- [Mia] Oh my God!

- Chase, grab it!

(crash thundering)

(smoke hissing)

(Guy grunting)

Fuck!

(Chase moaning)
Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on this way.

This way, this way.

Come on.

Come on.

(Chase groaning)

Come on.

Come on. Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Let's go.

This way.

- Where are we going?

Where are we going?

(Mercenary grunting)

(Ranish coughing)

(Chase groaning)

(Guy grunting)

(smoke hissing)

(Ranish coughing)

(Guy grunting)

- Hey...

there's only one
way out of this.

Hey.

It's time for you to go.

- What are you talking about?

- Look, wherever I go,
they're gonna follow me.

Alright? You gotta go.

You gotta go.

Alright? Come on.

Go.

Come on.

Go. Hey

(Guy breathing heavily)

Thank you.

Thank you.

(somber music)

Go!

- Thank you.

(Chase groaning)

(Guy grunting)

(birds chirping)

(Guy grunting)

- Shit.

- No, put it down.

- Fuck him!

- Put the gun down!

Put it down!

- Seriously?

- What the fuck are
you doing, Jack?

Where are you going?

Belcor will never
stop coming for you!

(somber music)

- Yeah, you're right.

This has gotta end.

Right now.

Right here.

(gun bangs)

- No. Oh, no.

No!

Hey! Don't shoot!

No!

Goddammit!

- Are you kidding me?

- Shit!

(gun bangs)

Jack!
Jack, get...

Get outta the fucking truck!

Get the fuck out of the truck!

Get the fuck out!

(indistinct hissing)

(fire whooshing)

Get out!

(explosion thundering)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(Ranish grunting)

Get your hands off me!

I wanna talk to Belcor!

Hey!

(door slams shut)

(lock clicking)

God.

(footsteps tapping)

(computer beeping)

- So alone.

He's dead?

- No, no. Belcor...

listen.

Listen to me, we don't need him.

- Wow, great news.

So now you can do
it all by yourself?

- I can do this!

- That's fantastic.

- I swear to God I can do this!

- Well, I'm a generous man.

I'm gonna let you.

You're going to stay down there

until my project is completed.

- No.

- Yeah.
- No.

- Now, get to work.

- No, no!

(electricity buzzing)

(machine whirring)

(machine humming)

(traffic rumbling)
(siren wailing)

(announcer chattering)

(light music)

(light music continues)

(machine whirring)

(machine beeping)

(machine humming)

(machine beeping)

(machine whirring)

(machine beeping)

(Ranish coughing)

(uneasy music)

(uneasy music continues)

(keyboard clicking)

(computer beeping)

You're alive you...

you son of a bitch.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! He's alive!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

He's alive!

Hey, open this!

He's alive!

Belcor!

(birds chirping)

(footsteps tapping)

- Look at you.

- You look cool.

- Yeah, it's the...

it's the mustache.

- (laughs) Yeah.

I can't believe I'm here now.

- Yeah, I wasn't sure
I'd ever see you again.

- Okay, I'm here.

Are you gonna tell me
how you got out of there?

- Well, there was an old truck
that sat outside my place.

I built an escape
hatch under the truck.

Grade 10 low-alloy
reinforced steel.

Shockwaves spread
laterally. Right?

- Explosions move
outward, not downward.

- You got it.

- Wow!

You're here to give
me your research.

Huh?
(Guy chuckles)

- Yeah. When you're ready,

we can talk about that.
- When I'm ready. Alright.

- Oh, hey.
- When I'm ready.

- Somebody wants to say hi.

- Oh my God!

- Cheeky!

- What are you doing here?

- I'm with him.

USC! I'm so proud of you!

Time to make your
dreams come true.

Here are some tacos
al pastor too.

- Thank you.

- Alright, we should go.

- Where are you guys going?

- We'll be around.

Oh, and that's for you.

So long!

(engine growling)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music continues)

(undaunted music)

(undaunted music continues)

(undaunted music continues)

(resolute music)

(resolute music continues)

(intrepid music)

(intrepid music continues)

(intrepid music continues)

(intrepid music continues)

(intrepid music continues)

(intrepid music fades)