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Don't move!

- Not gonna ask how I found ya?

- You can find anyone nowadays. It's not that impressive.

- Yeah. S'pose that is fair enough, isn't it?

Look, Knox is alive. And we found him.

So, we're putting together a team to go save his ass.

We need a fourth.

More importantly, I need a point man.

You're the only one I trust.

And you're the only one that's worked in the unit,

back when Knox was still around.

- Yeah, I remember.

Rest of them are fucking dead because of you.

- We need to bring him home, mate.

- Wade and Jace agree to this? - Of course they do.

We're not gonna leave a man behind.

- Let me make something clear to you.

My conscience is clean.

Afghanistan...

that shit was on you and Anderson,

and no one else.

Knox would agree with me.

He was a good man. - He is a good man.

That's why we need to bring him home.

Look, here's an address.

If you decide to join us, and I hope you do,

meet me there tomorrow morning.

It was good seeing you again, Marcus.

- So, what now, Briggs?

- We're going to Mexico.

We're going to a town called Durango.

From there, half a day's walk.

- How we going in?

- It's a covert operation, snatch and grab.

- Is Anderson in on this? - She is.

- When do we leave? - Right now.

- And I think this is it, Captain.

- Yeah, this is it.

Anderson, we have confirmation on the facility. Over.

- Roger that. Proceed to the facility.

- Wade, Jace,

come forward to this position and overwatch.

Marcus and I'll move forward into the facility. Roger that?

Roger that. We're on the way.

- Roger that. Moving now out.

Two Tangos are approaching.

Use your discretion.

- I'll take the one on the right.

You take the one on the left. - Roger that.

- Clear.

Both targets neutralized.

Are they cartel?

- Affirmative. - Roger that, Captain.

No sign of life on the outside, Captain.

Roger that, Anderson.

Proceed with caution.

Wade, move forward into the facility.

Roger that. Proceeding to the facility.

You've entered the main level of the facility.

You should have entry points to the upper and lower floors

- from there. - Roger that, Anderson.

Hold left, push right.

Move.

Clear.

Go.

Captain, do whatever you can

to find his whereabouts. Gather any information you can.

Affirmative.

Room right.

Clear. Moving upstairs.

- Clear. - Have you reached

the second story yet, Captain?

Roger. Second floor is clear.

- Any sign of Tango 6? - No sign of Tango 6.

Continuing on.

Keep it tight, boys.

Can you smell that?

- Fuck. You seeing this?

- Go or die. It's a warning.

- Is that Knox, Captain?

- No, it isn't.

Knox wouldn't have gone out like that.

We're gonna find him.

All right. On me, boys.

We're reading that there are multiple

tangos ahead. You're closing in.

- Don't even think about it.

- Last chance, compadres.

Marcus, shut them the fuck up.

- All right, get 'em up.

He's bleeding out way too fucking much. Goddamnit!

Except for these, he's clean.

- Don't wanna waste 'em, right?

- He's got nothing, Briggs.

This doesn't feel right. Something's off.

- We've got two more levels to clear

and we need to keep moving.

- Contact.

Anderson, contact. Over.

- Roger that. You're free to engage.

- Roger that. Going dark.

- Hey!

- Move.

Shotgun. Take cover.

Clear.

- Captain.

We spotted multiple tangos

heading into the facility right now.

You're running out of time.

Affirmative.

- What's the plan, Captain?

This place gives me the creeps.

- What in the hell is this place?

- Used to be a church.

- Told you.

- Quiet.

Any sign of Tango 6?

- No, but we're not alone.

Get the fuck on the ground!

I will fucking shoot you! Do you understand?!

- Multiple tangos. Should we engage?

- Briggs, what is it? What do you see?

I got a guy coming up the stairs.

Identify yourself right now!

Put that shit down! Put that shit down!

- Grenades, get down! - Open fire!

- Briggs!

I need you to get your ass on the fucking ground!

Captain Briggs, can you hear me?

I repeat, can you hear me?

Die! Fucking die!

- Wade? Marcus? Do you copy?

Anderson, do you copy?

Anderson? Somebody?

- Captain Briggs, can you hear me?

- They can't hear you.

Our communication's been cut off.

- Marcus!

- Well then do your job and get them

back online with me.

We're all they have, for Christ's sake.

Fuck this. God.

General, sir, I need to speak with you. It's urgent.

- Yeah, I'll be with you in a moment, Agent Anderson.

Isaac, can you pull this up on radar?

- Yes, sir. - We lost them.

The whole team went dark.

If I can get an evac team right now,

they might still have a chance.

- What do you mean the team went dark?

- Comms went dark.

- Give the agent and I a moment, would you?

- Yes, sir. - Walk with me.

We spent months tracking them down,

scouting out the area, tracking Knox down.

This isn't the first time they've engaged

with cartel forces. - If I can just get

one extraction team, whichever one that you want.

- Those SEALs were your extraction team!

They were sent in to get Knox.

How can I justify sending any more men

over this wild goose chase? - You know damn well why.

- It's been three years.

Lieutenant Knox has become nothing more than a Bigfoot.

If that SEAL team is KIA

because of your negligence,

I promise, this ghost hunt will end now.

I won't authorize any more men dying over this.

We never stop fighting.

Marcus.

Marcus.

These dogs chasing cars.

Marcus, you are a wolf. You're a wolf.

- Is he wounded?

- No. One was wounded.

- No.

- They went out without a fight,

but we did what we had to do.

- And what will come of this thing?

- I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think we...

We never stop fighting.

- Feed him to the dogs.

Put him with the others.

Commodus would like to see how he does in the arena.

- About time.

- So, what is the nature of this crisis, Sarah?

- I have four of my own MIA, north of Durango.

We suspect the Sinaloa Cartel are involved.

- Why hasn't CIA or military done anything about it?

- It's a long story.

- You know, I can smell shit on you Americans

like a dog in a pig pen, and I don't like it.

- Whoever it is, whatever it is,

we need to make sure that those SEALs don't suffer

the same fate as Knox's team did.

- One hundred thousand each.

- We agreed on 50.

- Now, what is one of your Americans sayings,

"liquid courage"?

Well, let's just say in Mexico we have coraje de dinero.

One hundred thousand.

- All right.

But your men better perform. No half-assing it.

- When have I ever let you down?

- Die, Americano? - You wanna end up

like your friend? The team will win.

- Boy...

there's no need for that. Just take us to him.

- Marcus, Briggs, come here.

- What's going on, Captain?

- Just keep moving and follow my lead.

- What the fuck is this place?

- You piece of shit! Asshole.

Marcus! Briggs!

Help me! Wade, help me!

- Come on, man, get off of me.

This is bullshit. Fuck off me, man.

- Now you can give the people the eye.

I'm not much for the fan service,

but... so it's the fans... - No, no, no! Briggs!

- ...pay much for it. - Can't fucking see!

- Now, maybe kindness will be something new.

You just...

- You sick fucks!

What the hell is this? What have you done to him?!

- Hmm. Perfect timing.

Briggs...

- Bring that to me.

Help me.

Help me. Help me.

Please...

- You hold on, Jace. We're gonna get you outta here.

You hear me? We're gonna get you out.

- Ah, look at that.

Ow! Fuck!

- Take him away.

Marcus! Wade! Help me!

No. No. Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me?

- Where are they taking him?

- Leave him.

- Is this... is this some type of live feed?

- If there's anything you Americans have in common,

it's that you're all so hypocritical.

You watch pain and violence on your televisions every day.

You spend millions and millions of dollars

making it in your Hollywood.

Just how the people like it. Right?

There isn't a chance you miss

to make violence more... theatric.

But there is one problem.

None of it is real.

It's disgraceful. Truly.

- So, that's what this is?

You're gonna torture us for your little snuff films?

- Ah, no. No.

You deserve a bigger role than to just be

cut to pieces like your little useless friend.

- Again. Again. Say it again.

I swear I'll rip your tongue out

and feed it to you, goddamnit.

- You think you can break my jaw?

Fit your hand down my throat and rip my tongue out?

Really?

That would be impressive!

In fact,

I implore you to do this to one of my men that you fight.

- What are you talking about?

- Surely men of your nature

have heard of the great gladiators of Rome.

- You're going to make us fight like gladiators?

What is this? Is this some kind of joke?

- What about Jace?

Why are you torturing him and not us?

- There's only so much you can do with a wounded deer.

Only so much money that can be made from selling tainted meat.

But if you sell the meat to the right buyer,

for example, a farmer who needs something

cheap to feed his dogs,

you'll still get your money's worth.

Your friend came to us as a tainted product,

unfortunately because of our unprofessionalism.

We've already surpassed 15 million Euros.

Your friend has been a smashing success.

Do not worry, my son.

- Enough!

Take me to him.

- To who, Captain?

- Take me to Knox. Now.

- Hmm. I see.

Unfortunately,

you will not be able to see him

until you've passed the first ring.

None of you will be able to see Lieutenant Knox

until you've proven yourselves.

He's spoken of you...

quite often, actually.

He's told me about Afghanistan.

The battles you two fought together.

The death of your men.

The near-death experience he experienced

through your...

...carelessness.

You've come all the way here, just for him.

What do you think will happen after you come face to face

with him after all this time?

- I guess you'll have to wait and see, huh?

- Your demeanor is just... undeniable.

I must admit, you fit his description to a T.

But now I must ask...

are you ready to fight for your life one more time?

- Oh, we're ready.

- Then we shall let the games begin!

- So, you need to tell me what's really happening here.

- You're getting paid. It's a job.

What else do you need to know?

- Devil's in the details.

- What the fuck was that?

- Sniper on the ridge on my ten.

Give us cover, guys. Follow me.

Each of you will be placed

in the fighting draw individually.

Your opponent is tasked with one mission,

and one mission only:

to beat you until you are dead.

As a gladiator,

you are to fight in the arena

until you've defeated your opponent.

Until you have... slaughtered your opponent.

In honor of the great games of Rome,

you too will have the honor of watching your comrades

fight to the death.

But...

if any of you tries to intervene...

you will be shot on sight.

Now, are there any questions, gentlemen?

- What is this place?

- Your curiosity is most admirable.

But...

I'd save my breath, if I were you.

- And who are you?

And all of you?

- We are those who were once puppets.

Soldiers, as yourselves.

But found our freedom at the betrayal of our countries.

The titans did not respect our honor, our lives.

If you survive, if any of you survive...

you will see.

- Move. Move!

Oh!

- Get the fuck off me.

- Another exceptional fight from none other than The Laser!

Up next, we have a special treat.

For you.

The next opponent has been a smashing success

in the live chat rooms, and is going to get

a beating right before your very eyes.

I present to you, Jace the Wounded Deer!

- Is that Jace? - Jace. Jace?

- It's Jace!

Jace!

Jace, get up! Get up, Jace!

Jace! Get to your feet, soldier!

Who will vouch for our little wounded deer?

Who will place their bets

on Jace winning this fight?

Who will place their bets

on the wounded deer

getting his pretty little brains smashed upon the floor?!

He ain't shit, Jace!

- When you want to play with the stench of a wounded deer,

there is only one thing you can do.

Feed it to a bear! Send him in!

- Oh, shit!

- Yo, we gotta get in there, y'all.

- You're all fucking sick!

- Come on, Jace! You've got this, Jace!

Jace, you've got this!

Beat that deadbeat to shit!

Fuck this guy. Fuck you! You're all sick.

- Never tell anyone what happened here. Promise me.

- You can survive this, Jace. You can do it.

Just have to fight. You can do it!

- Hey, hands off him!

- The next bid is set at a minimum of 800,000 Euros.

You have 60 seconds to place your bids

before you're booted from the server.

Thank you for your participation.

- One million for me.

- You have three new gladiators

in this very room with you now.

Commodus want to profess

that you observe

each and every one of them during their fight

with their first opponent.

They believe that because they fight

for the United States, they can be saved.

Observe within the next 60 seconds,

so that you can make the most efficient bids

after the fight.

Fighters, prepare for death!

You've got this! You're a SEAL!

- Begin!

- Fuck you. Fucking--

Ah!

- Piece of shit! - You little bitch!

- God.

- Say goodbye to your family!

Get to your feet, Jace!

Come on, Jace!

- Ah!

- You gotta get up!

- You stand up, Jace. You stand up, Jace!

- God.

- No!

Ahh!

- Hey, Sarge, I got a question for you.

- Mm?

- What's the craziest thing you've seen in combat?

- Hmm.

It was Iraq. Second deployment.

We were on a convoy.

We had to supply tanks front and back escorting.

Tank commander in the front sitting outside of the turret.

We got ambushed.

Rocket came in. Took his head clean off.

Blood down the side.

I'll never forget that image.

- Sounds like someone zigged when they should have zagged.

- The fuck you know about that shit?

- Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you

Wade and the Cockfighter.

- Ahh! Yah!

Oh, my God!

- Oh, fuck. Yes!

Fucking right!

- I present to you Captain Briggs and El Diablo.

- Is that all you've got?! Is that all you've got?!

- Ah!

- Yeah? Yeah? Is this what you want?!

- Ladies and gentlemen, the Boxer versus the Bear.

- You're not that big. You killed my friend.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

- Ah! Yeah!

- Another exceptional fight from none other than the Boxer.

Now, the moment you've all been waiting for...

...the kill shot.

- You suck! You suck!

- You want him dead so badly,

how 'bout you come over here and do it yourself?

Oh, my God!

- You better pick up that fucking hammer, you pussy.

- You come here for the rush, don't you?

All of you come here

to feel the power of taking a man's life,

but you're too afraid to do it yourselves.

You're cowards. You are sheep!

Come on, now pick it up.

Pick it up and do it. Pick up that hammer. Come on.

- Listen here, asshole,

we paid a lot of money for you to bash

his fucking head in. Now go pick up that hammer

and do it, bitch. Fuck you.

- You're coming with me.

Oh, God.

Can someone please help me?

You think shit is worth it?

Does my pain entertain you?

'Cause I'm not gonna lie to you, your

pain would sure as hell would entertain me.

- Stop! Somebody do something! Stop!

- What the--

- Let's show your friends who you really are.

- That can't be live. No!

- No! No! No!

- Yeah, what the fuck is that?

- Wait, where did you take them?

Answer me!

- So much anger.

So much rage.

Reminds me of myself all those years ago.

You won your first fight.

Your rage should be liquified now.

You shouldn't waste your time with anger.

Anger illuminates fear.

What are you afraid of, Marcus?

- Knox.

- Do not fear my judgment, my friend.

I remember the first blood I spilled

when I was put into the arena.

I finally accepted that these hands...

they were never meant to kill.

Never meant to destroy.

- You sound like one of those madmen.

Like that fucking animal who hosts the fights.

What the hell did they do to you, Lieutenant?

- I'm no longer a proponent of any government, Marcus.

I am Commodus.

Neither god nor man.

- You've lost your mind in this place.

- Until I came here, I didn't realize

that the orders I followed for all those years

were the reason for my own damnation.

- He's fucking mine!

- All the people that I killed, maimed,

in the name of The United States of America

were for nothing. - Mark my words, Knox,

whatever this place is, whatever you've done, it's over.

And I'm bringing you home,

even if I have to drag you through the desert myself!

- You see?

That...

fire inside of you,

that passion,

that is why you will be my champion.

- What do you mean?

- Only one of you will survive the arena.

You'll have to prove yourself,

the same way the great Dios granted me his succession.

Through the purging of your comrades.

- Wait!

You're forgetting this.

You could have walked away, Marcus.

You had every right.

- Knox!

Sometimes you need the shadows

to know the worth of the sun.

Kinda like lighthouse, in a way.

Evil men define that thin red line

between good and bad.

We don't stop fighting. That's what we do.

Like waves on the rocks,

you just keep crashing and keep fighting.

Good men...

Good men are like wolves.

They have foundation.

They're born from something else.

Resilience, honor.

They stand together.

They fight side by side.

Oh, when they do,

that is a force to be reckoned with.

Get up!

Did you not hear me? Get your ass up!

You've got a fight.

Move your ass.

- You have been blessed by the gods.

You're a brute force. An army of one.

You've earned your rest.

- Oh.

Marcus.

Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.

You've gained quite a fan base.

But...

I must warn you,

the viewers are upset.

Your fans are... disappointed.

So,

to help you, we've decided to add to the difficulty.

So, you are to fight two new fighters.

Don't worry, we're sportsmanlike.

So, you too shall have help.

An ally, if you would.

A friend, even.

Bring them out.

Two friends, two friends.

Gentlemen, let the fight begin.

Do something! Beat his head in!

No! Let me fucking kill him!

Get off me!

Let me kill him! Fuck!

- No. No.

- Fuck!

- My turn.

Oh, oh!

- Oh!

Stop.

Escort Briggs back to his cell.

I haven't given you permission to die yet, Marcus.

You have one more fight to prove your worth.

You are a wolf. A wolf among sheep.

Remember that.

Marcus.

Marcus.

Marcus.

Let's go. Get your ass up!

Commodus wants to see you. Put this on.

Follow me.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present to you,

our champion,

the one who has given us all reason to celebrate tonight.

And now,

the one you all traveled so far to see...

our humble monarch, Commodus.

- My dear friends,

what an exhilarating evening it has been.

To witness such a magnificent display of talent and strength

in our champion.

But I'd like to share with you all

something that's been on my mind.

I've brought you here

not just to revel in spectacle of the arena,

but to show my appreciation for the extremely

generous contributions you all have made

to these incredible games.

Without your funding,

we would not have the reach or power

currently bestowed upon us.

Every one of you represents progress of our movement,

the evolution of a clear hierarchy in our species.

I consider each of you

braver than any of the men who steps foot in the arena.

No offense, Marcus.

- No, it would be my honor

to explore the glory of the arena

with each and every one of you at this table.

In fact,

one of you already had that opportunity. Didn't he?

- Look at your warrior, my dear friends.

He speaks with such... veracity and passion.

This is why he will be given an opportunity

like only a few men before him.

Again, I feel it's so important

to thank you all for your support.

Because of it, we have grown tenfold

in the last three years.

We are able to reach men and women of your stature

all around the world now.

In fact, each of you represents

a different country, creed, or religion.

You see, it's because of the purity of your blood,

our blood,

that no ocean, mountain, nor army,

can create a barrier between us any longer.

Now we have the opportunity

to fully cleanse ourselves of this world's filth

and bathe in the glory that the arena brings us.

We have become what Dios had envisioned.

You see,

Dios believed in a world without plague,

without famine.

He believed in a world where the egregious acts

of a few wouldn't exile the lots of the many.

You see, Marcus...

In the vast expanse between light and darkness...

it's the gray that keeps the balance.

I use my darkness to draw these people out,

and then eliminate them when they're brought into the light.

It's a necessary evil.

- So you sacrifice the lives of the undeserving

so you can get some self-righteous satisfaction

with killing these rich fucks.

- The people who fight here are no more innocent

than the people who died at this table.

Criminals, ex-soldiers, rapists, murderers...

Many evils extinguished for the price of one.

Each man at this table

had a chance to be pure.

But they decided to let darkness overtake them.

Every man here is a bad man.

- Right.

So, Jace was a bad man?

He had a wife and a baby, for Christ's sakes.

How can you tell me he deserved death?

- He was a soldier, just like you and me.

None of us are innocent here, Marcus.

Wade has taken the lives of many men and women.

So has Jace.

So have you.

You know,

when I was first captured by Dios and his men,

I felt the looming fear of death consuming me.

The only motivation I had was to fight for my country.

You see, Marcus,

I know so much about your mission

because I was sent on the same exact mission three years ago.

Anderson sent me here to kill Dios.

Same way she sent you here to kill me.

- I was never sent here to kill you.

- Yes. My apologies.

It was Briggs who was sent here to kill me.

After Dios was neutralized, I was tasked

to take entire control over the server,

granting her access to every penny in the organization.

- It doesn't make any sense.

Anderson could never get away with that.

- Of course she could.

She got away with Afghanistan.

Four SEALs killed in the crossfire.

And Abdul never got taken out all because of a fuck up.

How do you live with yourself?

How do you sit there and act like some kind of victim?

- Many would say Dios was a sick man

for his creation of the arena.

When I first arrived here, I hated him.

I wanted to kill him, what he did to my team,

or what he made me do to my team.

- I'll help you take down Anderson.

We were brothers once. And we still are.

Let us help you.

- If you want to take down Anderson,

there's something I'm gonna show you first.

- So, who was the sniper?

- What are you talking about?

- No more fucking games, Sarah.

- About a week after Knox was taken,

we had a contact in India come across something.

When I got to India, I was taken to this cyber café.

I was introduced to this hacker.

He came across this online server that was meant

for some rich fucks around the world to join in on.

He had taped two of the livestreams.

The videos depicted two of my SEALs

fighting other men

to death with their bare hands.

I thought they didn't make it.

Clearly, I was wrong.

It was then I watched Knox step into the ring.

- What happened to him?

- The fucker won.

He did things to those men that I never

could imagine a SEAL doing.

- Yo, what was that?

I'll check it out.

- Whoa!

- Marcus.

Knox.

- Hello, Captain.

It's been a long time.

- What is this?

Marcus?

What the fuck is going on here?

- Jace is fucking dead because of this mission.

You've left another SEAL's family fatherless

because of your shitty leadership.

- He's gotten under your skin,

infiltrated your mind.

This isn't you.

You're a soldier.

You fight and die for the flag.

And so help me God,

the moment you cross that line,

it'll be me that fucking ends you.

- Anderson doesn't care about you, Briggs.

Don't you understand that?

Anderson just sent you here to do what? Kill Knox?

- Knox is a fucking traitor!

And it looks like you're heading that way too!

- You and Anderson,

you're the monsters of this place.

This place is just the pure brutality

of nature itself, but it's fair.

All the things you've done, all the lies you've told.

- How can he not see what he did to Jace?!

What he did to all those others that he slaughtered

in front of the whole damn world?!

- How does it feel, Captain?

How does it feel

to no longer be in control of puppets?

- You're dead! - Wait a minute. Briggs, wait.

- I've been waiting!

Waiting to get my hands on you

so I can squeeze the fucking life from you!

- Killing him won't change anything.

Don't you get that? This thing is worldwide.

- We kill him and it's all over!

- I can't let you kill him.

- If you don't fight with me,

then you fight fucking against me!

- Think fast.

Come on, get up.

- You got it. You got it. You got it.

- Get up! Come on!

- Come on!

- Fucking pussy.

- Marcus...

Don't you ever stoop down to their level.

You hear me?

No matter how many times you fall,

no matter how much it hurts,

you finish it in that ring.

Street fighting, that's for thugs.

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

All hail, Commodus!

- I knew nothing of the artistry of human combat

until I myself became one with our elder, Dios.

Dios was my master, my teacher.

He showed me the path to greatness

by unlocking my true potential

in a fight of uncanny proportions.

It was in this very arena

that I battled my closest friend,

my brother...

...to his death.

- No.

- Let the fight begin!

- You gotta stop, Briggs. - You don't get it, do you?

If both of us live, both of us die.

You have to do it, Marcus.

- Marcus...

- Die!

- ... you are a wolf.

- What say you, Commodus?

- I say, what's a trophy without a head?

- Ah. Finish him.

- Are you ready, my son?

- Yes.

Your fate, dear Brutus,

lies not in the stars...

..but within ourselves.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

What the hell are you doing here?

- Where's Knox?

- Are you the extraction team? Where's the rest of 'em?

- We're all that's left. - Shit.

- Where's Knox, Wade?

- Marcus went after him.

And Knox, he's gone mad.

- What about Briggs?

- Jace and Briggs, they didn't make it.

- I'm sorry it had to go this way, Wade.

Anderson...

- We need to find Marcus and Knox.

We aren't good men, Marcus.

None of us.

This is where we belong.

- It's over, Knox.

Get up. We're leaving.

- I'm not going anywhere, Marcus.

You have to kill me.

What happened, Briggs?

I gave you a second chance and you fucked it up all again.

- Fuck you, cunt.

- I'm not saving you again, Briggs.

She sent me here

to pay her back for the cover up.

At the time I felt like I didn't have a choice.

- And you took over.

You took her chance of profiting from this place.

From controlling it.

- The stream itself was worth billions.

Anderson knew

she could run it from the shadows.

- So, she sent Briggs to clean up her mess.

- Precisely.

- Marcus... put it down, Marcus.

You gonna shoot me, Anderson?

- You killed Briggs. You're a traitor.

- I had no choice.

You know that.

You know exactly what's going on here, don't you?

- Do you wanna be a hero,

or do you wanna be a terrorist like him?

- He's not a terrorist.

He's a SEAL.

Now I believe that he needs to be held accountable

for the horrors of this place,

but he's no monster.

He's a product of this environment.

We came here to rescue him from this madness,

and we trusted you to help us!

It's bigger than you think, Marcus.

You're not even scratching the surface.

- I know it is, and he's the key.

We need him.

- You're right, I do need him.

Knox,

did you really think you could hide away

from me forever?

That I wouldn't come catch up with you?

- I knew one day you'd send your hounds after me.

I didn't think I'd be lucky enough

to see you in person, though.

- You're gonna take me to the server room,

and you're gonna give me those passwords.

- Server room?

I don't even know where it is.

- I'm not asking you again!

- You know why you're no longer a step ahead of me, Anderson?

Because fear is what was holding me back.

The man you knew is dead

and the entity before you is incapable of fear.

It doesn't fear humiliation,

failure, or death, like you do.

You can kill a man,

even a god,

but you can't kill an idea.

Isn't that right, Marcus?

But this is how I kill you, Anderson.

Knox! Knox!

You're protectors of gods.

- It's over, Anderson. - You little fuck.

- This is for Knox.

Are you a wolf?

- Yes.

- Then we have work to do.

I sometimes dream that I'm in a tunnel.

The way behind me is crumbling.

And so, I have no choice but to move forward into the light.

But I don't know what's waiting for me there.

- Yes. I have everything prepared for what's to come.

It's truly an honor.

I won't let you down.

I'm a United States General.

You must have a death wish.

- How ironic.

- You don't know the half of who you're dealing with.

They'll never let you live.

- Well, that's fine, 'cause we're already dead.

My father showed me how to be a man.

But after all the monsters I've seen,

I can only be the wolf.