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(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I don't need you anymore

DREW: Blackjack here.
Your favorite
white hat hacker.

♪ I don't need you anymore ♪

It's been a busy morning,

waging my one-man war
against jihadists,

ass-hats and
oppressive regimes.

Today's lucky winner
is Al Shamuhk,

a jihadi recruiting
and training website

masquerading as a legitimate
news organization.

They're about to get
their terrorist-sympathizing
buttholes handed to them.

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

DREW: Now I'm on to
my next target.

So, send me
your recommendations
because I'm taking requests.

Blackjack out.
(PHONE RINGS)

(BEEPS)
Erik.

Oh, man.
You're still here?
I thought I was too late.

Too late for
your birthday party?

You blue-lined, man.
They're coming.

No.

Look, I just
found out, man.
I'm sorry.

(BEEPING)

Listen, if we don't
get to speak again,
I just want to let you know

that I think what
you've been doing is noble.

Crazy, but brave.

There's no way they...
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Good luck, brother.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(ALARM BEEPS)

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

(GRUNTING)

Ahab, you there?

Aye aye, captain.

Automated helmet
Bluetooth link activated.

(STARTS ENGINE)

He's running,
he's running!

Ahab, activate shredder!

Shredder activated.

(BEEPS)

(TIRE HISSING)

(LAUGHS)

Ahab, scan vehicles!

Search for Wi-Fi and
Bluetooth exploits!

AHAB: Showing vehicles
vulnerable to
multiple exploits.

All right.

Let's test
their brakes then.

(BEEPING)

Ahab, shut these guys down!

1962 Russian
military vehicle.

No known exploits.

Hands up! Hands up!

Hands up!

DREW: Come on,
not the bag.

Come on now.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

DREW: Come on, guys.
I'm scared of the dark.

How you doing?

Holden.

I thought
you were retired.

Yeah, I was.
Well, what the hell
are you doing here?

Well, I'm guessing
that they liked me a lot

and probably needed me,
just like you might
need me.

And why exactly
do I need you?

Well, that way,
you can keep from wearing
your ass as a hat.

Let's see.
"Who is Blackjack?"

Let us read.

"A lone-wolf patriot waging
a one-man cyber-war
against a-holes."

Now, I've known you
since you were 14.

What is this crap?

Have you seen my
operating tempo?

Three targets in a month.

SOCOM is not amused.

So, they're arresting me?

That's brilliant.

They should be
pinning a medal
to my chest.

CONNELLY: I wanted to pin
a waterboard
on your back, Drew.

DREW: Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you Holden's new bitch?

You think this is funny?
Some kind of a joke? Hmm?

DREW: No. Not at all,
Agent Dolce.

Is Agent Gabbana close by?

Chicago's pitch black, Drew,
200,000 out of power.

Someone changed
the operating cycle
on the generator,

causing it to go
out of control.

We don't fix this
in six hours,
the plant will have

irreversible damage,
you understand?

Chicago will be
pitch black for weeks.

Schools, hospitals,
police stations.

You get it?
Okay, yeah.

So, what does this
have to do with me?

Cyber-attacks.
Someone hacked the plant.
(CHUCKLES)

And this is your new
golden boy?

They can't hack
that kind of thing.

This has to be an implant.

HOLDEN: He's right.
It's an implant.

Do you happen
to recognize it?

That's Pantheon.

HOLDEN: I see.

Up till a few hours ago,
we thought it was you.

DREW: No,
this is impossible.

You can't use Pantheon
without the encryption key.

You lost the key?

CONNELLY: You created it.
You can stop it.
No.

No, no, I can't.

That's the whole point.
You need the key.

If you have it,
you control the implant.

If you don't,
some jihadi prick

gets to rule the world.
CONNELLY: All right, listen.

What's our next
course of action?

Stop shaving
and learn Arabic.

HOLDEN: Now, listen.
Let me ask you something.

And I want
an honest answer.

This is really important
to me and it's even more
important to you.

Did you put in a back-door?
DREW: No.

No, if I'd put in a back-door,
that would've been illegal
and I would've gone to jail.

HOLDEN: You're going to
jail anyway.

If there were a back-door,
and I'm not saying

that there is
because there isn't,

but if there were,
I would want a signed

immunity agreement
before I revealed it.

(LAUGHING) Holy shit,
you really lost the key?

I thought you were bluffing
to get the back-door.

This is really bad,
you guys.

Do you have any idea
what's gonna happen?

Yeah, there's a back-door.

Just uncuff me
so that I can use it.

REPORTER: (ON RADIO)
With the entire city
left in the dark,

it may have been
a cyber-attack.

I could double the speed.

Destroy it right now
if you want.

Bring Chicago
to its knees.

...crews now scrambling
to figure out

what caused
the massive power outage.

Police are on tactical alert

as the fear and violence
is starting to grow.

I doubted you.

(BEEPS)

But this is going to
make you a rich boy.

We appreciate your interest.

TEEBS: Start the bidding
at 10 million.

(BEEPING)

What?

HOLDEN: Great,
so I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Everyone, problem's over.

Power will be on
in five minutes.
No damage.

All right.
Good job.

Way to go, kid.

What are you
talking about?

That back-door crap.
It worked.

I didn't do anything.
What?

I was locked out.
I was locked out.

Whoever stole the key
patched the...

Patched the back-door.

They're good.

They're leagues
better than anyone
you have working at SOCOM.

I've been scrambling
to find another way in,

but without
the encrypted key,
there's nothing I can do.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that
whoever has Pantheon

turned it off themselves.
Not me.

Wait a minute.
Why would they
do that?

That was a test run.

They're showing
what Pantheon can do.

DREW: Pantheon is an implant.

An implant is like a worm,

only with a PhD and a nuke
strapped to its back.

We introduce it to a network
and it propagates from there.

Once it's in place,
it lays dormant,

waiting for a signal
to wake it up

and then it wreaks havoc.

It's more dangerous
than a standing army
or a dozen nukes.

All you need to control it
is the encrypted data key.

It's a physical key,
it's one of a kind,
it cannot be duplicated.

The code changes
every ten-millionth

of a second in sync
with the implant,

so if you copy the key,
it falls out of sync,
you lose control.

It's been spreading
since 2008.

So, coverage at this point
is probably around 80%.

Of what?

The world.

DREW: Every terrorist group
and hostile government
in the world

is gonna try to get
their hands
on the Pantheon key.

And if they do,
they'll have the power
to blackout any city,

derail any train,
melt down any power plant,
all from a laptop,

with just a few lines
of code.

DREW: The fact that
the hackers who stole this
didn't blow up Chicago

tells me he's coin-operated,
and that blacking out
the city was just a demo.

So that he can sell it
to the highest bidder.

You want to nuke Tokyo,
flood Rio,

burn Moscow or London,
this is your guy.

Whatever we do,
we have to track him down

and find him before
he sells that key.

Okay, then.

Uh, Drew, here,
will be a member of a team

that Agent Connelly
is putting together

and I want you to know
we're gonna put everything
we've got out there

to stop this thing, okay?

So, thanks.

Sir, with all due respect,
he can't be trusted

and we don't need
a geek in the field.

All due respect,
all you need is me
in the field, okay?

This is not a team operation.

That's why I left SOCOM
in the first place.
I work alone.

I really don't remember
asking either one of you
for your opinion.

So, shut the hell up, okay?

Now, you will lead and,
Drew, you will follow.

Adios.

Thank you, sir.

You don't want me
on a team.
What?

You don't want me
on a team.

I don't play well
with others, okay?

You know that about me.

I mean, people are fine
in the abstract,
but up close and personal,

they're the worst.

I know that.
I mean, I understand.

I know you're very
comfortable hiding
in your trailer,

playing with
your little toys.

See, but those days
are kind of over.

So, you got two options.

A, you can take that
wonderful talent you have

and let it rot in a cell
for 30 to 50 years,

or, B, be a man
and be useful, okay?

You said I'd have immunity.

This is Eastern Europe.
I don't need to charge you.

I've got three black sites
within an hour's drive
of here.

I'm not going back.

Drew.

This is your code.

There are millions,
millions of people
whose lives are at stake.

And if I'm going to
stop it, I need you.

I know it's going to be
really, really dangerous.

I mean, horror of
all horrors,

you are going to have to
deal with real people.

Fine.

But I get to choose
the rest of the team.

Because if Tom Slick
chooses the team,

I'm gonna be
surrounded by frat boys

with firm handshakes
and five-year plans.

Fine, I'll get you
the dossiers

on 20 of our top agents,
and you pick.

I don't want your dossiers,
I can hack your
personnel files.

And I sure as shit
don't want your top 20.
Why, why, why?

Because it's full
of fast-trackers
and yes-men, okay?

No, I've got an algorithm.

It will choose
the best team scientifically.

HOLDEN: You picked
these guys?

They're throwaways,
they're finished,
washed up.

I mean,
maybe they'll use them
for suicide missions.

The numbers don't lie.

This job,
these are the best people.

Have you read
their files?

Yeah, I glanced at them.

CONNELLY: Dan Fisher.

He managed to
roid-rage his way

into blowing every one
of his missions.

He was kicked back
to making copies in
the embassy sub-basement.

(VENDING MACHING WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)

MAN: Amalgamated vending.
Yes.

Machine number zero,
eight, nine, six...

Thank you for calling
with your concern.

All of our operators
are busy right now.

Estimated hold time
is 47 minutes.

(GRUNTS)

MAN: All you have to do
is insert the change,
press the button then, wow,

fresh snacks.

FISHER: Hello!

Gloria Miller.

Swallow.

Oh, come on,
don't call her that.

What's a swallow?
He's right.

It's just a disgusting term
the KGB used to use.

She's actually an agent
who uses special weapons
to get intelligence.

Special weapons?

Another happy customer,
huh, Miller?

Screw you, Langstrom.

Listen, I got a lead
from him on Ukraine.

An FSB operative
is coming in from Moscow
tomorrow night.

And maybe
I could intercept...

We can take it from here.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Dmitri Stanislov.

Former KGB.

He speaks Russian.

CONNELLY: Yeah. According to
his S.O., he's not good
for anything else.

You.

You commie.

CONNELLY: He was on that
failed Ukrainian Ministry
Building run last month.

FISHER: You left me.

I got cavity searched
in a Ukraine prison
because of you.

Fuck.
(ALARM BLARING)

Dmitri!

(STARTS ENGINE)

No, because of you.

You were late.

Dmitri, get back here!
(GRUNTS)

DMITRI: You blew
the mission, not me.

Because of me?

Okay, no, guys, guys.
You need to settle down.

Well, you picked them.
Go brief them.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
IN DISTANCE)

I said, get up and go
fucking brief them.

FISHER: I ought to kill
you right here.

Oh, come on.

You left me!
I want an apology!

You were late.

DREW: Hey!

Hi.

I see
you've been acquainted.

Yeah, so, thank you
for coming on such
short notice.

Who the hell are you?

I'm... I'm Drew.

Are you intelligence
or an intern?

I'm, uh, just...
I'm, you know, just me.

A private contractor
of sorts.

What do you do exactly?

DREW: Well, that's difficult
to describe, you know.

I'm probably best known
for CVE-2010-1807.

But, you know, my passion
is for Boolean operations
and complex adaptive systems.

So, you know,
it's natural that...
HOLDEN: Drew!

Christ's sakes,
show 'em, will ya?
Just show 'em!

So, I'm just gonna
show you guys.

Name someone
you actively dislike.

Christopher F. Langstrom.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
(BEEPING)

For someone
with his clearance,
that was embarrassingly easy.

Current tax return
has him living

on Glen View Terrace
in Herndon, Virginia.

It turns out
you were correct.

He is a world-class
douche bag,
he was actually

diagnosed with Narcissistic
Personality Disorder.
(GLORIA CHUCKLES)

How did you get
his password so quickly?

DREW: Well, he uses
an NSA type 2 encryption,

which he thinks is safe,
but, really, there's
a known vulnerability.

And he's e-mailed himself
all his passwords,

so if you guys want to drain
his bank account,
we can do that.

What else can you do?

Uh, we could turn his phone
into a listening device,

or a live camera feed.

Look, now I have his
real-time location,

and control over his vehicle.

Three lines of code
and I could send his car
into a brick wall.

So, what do you guys think?

Should we kill
this fucker?

Yeah? Murder, anyone?

Tell you what.
Let's see the system.

Looks like he's got
another Gmail account.

This one he uses
for numerous affairs
with female staffers.

She's cute.

So, what do you think?

You want him
divorced or fired?

GLORIA: I'm tempted.

Yeah, you don't have
to raise your... Yes?

I will do mission
on one condition.

You never go
in my mail, okay?

Because sometimes
I have e-mailed pictures
that are jokes.

Not photos that turn me on,
photos that turn very strange
people on, understand?

(DMITRI CHUCKLES)

I'm driving
this crap of junk?

It's for surveillance,
not for racing.

Pick one.

Go in.

I'm good.

Shotgun.

No, I have pistol.

GLORIA: No, I mean,
I called the front seat.

Speaking of shotguns,
where's the heavy weapons?

Can't I at least
get an FIM-92?

A what?

A bazooka, man.
A bazooka.

You're not getting
a goddamn bazooka.

Would you rather be
the guy who has one
and doesn't need it,

or the guy who needs one
but doesn't have it?

You're giving me
a headache. Get in.

You should at least
give me some
grenades, man.

HOLDEN:
Uh-uh. No, no, no.

Put it down, put it down.

Not for geeks,
it's for agents, okay?

It's none of your business.

Sir, are you sure
about this?

No.

DREW: I can't find
the Pantheon key,

but the code did give me
a line on who patched
the back-door.

I've got no name or photo,
but I was able to track
the IP address

of whoever patched
the back-door
to this location.

This is a skinhead bar.

Great. Any chance we get,
let's mix it up.

Excuse me?

These guys are neo-Nazis,
right?

It'd be a shame to come
all this way and not bust
a couple heads.

Fisher, stop it.

I just need to tap
into the guy's computer

and get some information,
that's it.

Yeah, Fisher.
Low-profile, okay?

No bazookas,
no fist fighting,
you understand?

You stay in the van.
Dmitri, come back me up.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

What is he saying?

English.
Hey, English, okay?

I drive. Is better.

I am driver.

Pussy.

Listen, I'll go in.
But I should go alone.

(CHUCKLES) Right. I mean,
how much tactical
experience do you have?

I speak hacker.
I can talk to them.

Right, well, that's why
I'm getting wired,

so you can stay in the van
with the girl here
and translate the geek-speak.

(RIPS TAPE)
Ow!

Sorry.

I had to reposition it.

Listen, it's not as easy
as just feeding you
the lingo, okay?

If I go in...

Look, look. I go in alone.

You stay here with
the rest of the dropouts.

What about me?

You know, I could help.

Um, there's no use
for your skill set
on this mission,

but you keep it warm
and we'll find...

Test, test, test.

(FEEDBACK WHINING)
Ow!

Do you wanna wait
till I go outside?

I'm just testing
the equipment.

It's great.

Here you go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right,
there's four assholes
in here with laptops.

What does he look like?

Oh. Shaved head,
black clothes,
puke-white skin.

Screw you, Drew.

Hey, Dmitri,
how's your Bulgarian?

Hmm.

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH LAUGH)

That's good.
I don't know
what you said.

Yeah.

I need you to reply
to this post, okay.

This guy is a huge
Levski football fan.

Yeah.
Yeah.

So, why don't you say,
"Ivo will be lucky to score
three goals this season.

"He's barely
League One material."

(SCOFFS)

Ivo is their best player.

He will score 20...

I'm sure he's really,
really good.

Best, best.
Yeah.

Could you just write down
exactly what I just said?

Okay.
Okay.

My typing is for shit.

Okay, that's all right.

Wow.

DREW: You're literally
killing me right now.

This isn't working.

You need to go
faster than this.

All right, any day now.

DREW: All right,
pissing him off,

pissing him off
in three, two, one.

(CLICKS KEY)

All right, I got him.
I'm headed in.

Wait, wait,
you can't just head in, okay.
I haven't briefed you.

These Bulgarian
hackers specialize
in anti-virtualization.

Relax, I'll put this
thing in the thing.

I don't know why you geeks
gotta complicate everything.

Three vodkas.

(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING BULGARIAN)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Take it easy.

Hey, Drew, they made me.

I warned you.
Okay, we'll leave now.

Sit down,
you yellow commie bastard!

I'm going in.

Fisher, sit down.

Everyone, just calm down!
Jesus, you're children.

Hey, take it easy.

All right.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Ease off, guys.

Connelly,
if you want to live,

repeat every word
Dmitri says right now,

phonetically, okay?

All right.

(STAMMERS)

Reading Bulgarian, okay,
but speaking, very different.

I don't recommend, huh?

Dmitri, listen to me.
You're all I've got, okay.

So, you need to
translate this for me
right now, okay.

Take, here.

(SPEAKING BULGARIAN)

I'm going in.
Fisher!

Fisher, where the hell
are you going?

Are you gonna let
these anti-Semite
pieces of shit win?

No way!

Not me!

Fisher, you don't need
to go in there.

The chip worked.
I can get them
to let him go.

Bazooka time.

Hey, everyone.

I have
an announcement to make.

Shalom, motherfuckers.

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

We have to help them.

(STAMMERS)

No, no, no, no.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Dmitri! Not again.

(ALL SHOUTING)

No!
DREW: What are you doing?

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(GROANING)

Drew, get ready
with the door.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Go, go, go!

(GUN COCKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Here.

Yeah?

Oh, slow down.

Was it random?
What do you mean?

Was it just a robbery,
or were you targeted?

I can't say,
but they were American.

Was everything encrypted?

Yes. Of course.

That's good. You did
everything right then.

Go back inside
and don't worry.

Shit happens.

Thanks, man.

I got bit by a chubby,
goulash-scented Nazi

because Fisher here
was born with an extra pair

of testicles
instead of a brain.
(TOILET FLUSHING)

Wasn't goulash.
What?

Goulash is Hungarian.

The Nazi that bit you
most likely smelled
like chlopski posilek.

You don't get to speak.
You ran.
What?

I was not running.

I was going to lead them away
and then move back around.

(SPITS)

Fisher!

GLORIA: Holden is looking
for you.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought I could
hide up here.

What exactly are you
hiding from?

You don't, uh...

You don't remember me,
do you?

I had long hair and braces,
and I was 30 pounds heavier.

I had a beard.

Reston Skateway.

The year was 2000.
Uh, I was playing
Mortal Kombat.

Mortal what?

You don't know
what Mortal Kombat is?

No.

It's a video game.

Anyway, you were wearing
this tight red, um...

Uh, uh...

It was like a half-shirt.

And, uh, you asked me
about hacking.

I told you everything.

I even made some
stuff up to impress you.

I'm sorry,
I don't remember you.

The Feds broke down
my door a week later

and charged me
with 30 felonies.

So, thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Thank you for not

remembering ruining
my life.

What do you want?
Some kind of
tearful apology?

No, I just... I liked you.
And you said
that you liked me.

And I know that was
a long time ago...

Wait. Is that why
you picked me?

You wanted some
kind of revenge?

Is that it?
No, I didn't want revenge.

No, no.
Look, I don't remember you.

I was a virgin.

(SIGHS)

Yeah?

Well, we were all
virgins once.

Oh, God, amen.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS)
(SQUISHING)

(BEEPING)

Hey, Drew, you wanna tell me
what the hell
we're doing here?

DREW: The chip you put in
the laptop didn't tell us

the location of
the Pantheon key.

But it did tell us
who's selling it.

His name is Teebs,
he's a black hat hacker

who sells chaos to
the highest bidder.

So, we're here to
take down this dweeb?

Kick his ass silly?
DREW: No, no.

Teebs is a ghost.
Nobody even knows
his real name.

We're looking for
his broker.

Broker?

Why does he need broker?

DREW: Well,
when you're selling
something ephemeral,

like a zero-day,
or an encryption key,

black-market buyers
want independent
verification

that what they're
buying is legit.

And the seller
wants to make sure
that they get paid.

So, they hire
a third party.

This broker verifies
and vouches for both parties
and negotiates the terms.

And what makes
you think he's here?

DREW: He's not.

Not yet. But he will be.

Every e-mail he sent
Vitally originated
from the public Wi-Fi here.

This is like his office.

Yeah, well,
he better hurry up,

because the next
person who asks
for a half-caf, no whip,

I'm punching in the face.

CONNELLY: No, Fisher.
No punching.

No fighting,
no kicking, no biting.
Do you understand that?

We're just gonna tail
this guy. You got that?

You and the geek stay
behind if it gets bad.

Geek squad, you read that?

DREW: Yeah, my phone
will ping me
when he logs on.

My God,
he's an asshole.

Yeah, well,
most of them are.

So, you don't have
a gun either?

No.

You know
whatever's wrong with me

that makes me
good at computers

makes me especially
shitty at spatial tasking.

What about you?

I don't really need one
with my skill set.

That's bullshit.
You know that, right?
That's nonsense.

You saved
all of our lives.

(CHUCKLES)

Maybe they're too
proud to admit it,
but I'm not.

Well, maybe on
the next mission

they can reward me by
letting me wear pants.

I'm freezing.

Well, I...

I was, uh,
smart this morning.

And I have a layer.

(CHUCKLES)

There you go.

Oh, my God.

I remember you from
the skating rink now.

You gave me your
hoodie then, too.

You insisted on
driving me home.

You were sweet.
I was stupid.

It was sweet.
Nah.

What happened to that guy?

You happened
to that guy.

(PHONE BEEPING)

Hey, he's here.
He logged in.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Connelly. He's by you.

The plaza.

All right, Fisher,
headed your way.

Got him.

I guess he likes coffee.

May I have a cappuccino,
please?

Make that a cappuccino.

All right, Miller,
you're up.

I'm up?

CONNELLY: Do I need
to spell it out?

Connelly, we don't
have to do it
this way, all right.

I'll approach him,
I'll tell him I have
a zero-day exploit to sell.

There's no time for that.

Listen, you don't have
to do this.

I've done worse.

Besides, we're saving
the world, right?

FISHER: Drew, relax, man.

By all means necessary.

Sometimes you gotta
take one for the team.

Excuse me,
is there anyone
sitting here?

No one, go ahead.

Thank you,
you're very kind.

It's really beautiful here.
Are you from here?

No, I'm not.

Really? Me, neither.
I'm American,
what about you?

Your coffee, sir.

Thank you, love.

He's a new guy.

Did you see his eyebrow?

He's a bad boy.

I'm sorry.
Could you just
excuse me for a second?

Wait. What? What happened?

He's, uh, not into me.

But I think Fisher
might be his type.

DREW: Hey, Fish.
Sometimes we gotta
take one for the team.

By any means
necessary, right?

No way.

Give him your number.
Ask him to lunch.

Give him my number?
I ain't no swallow, okay.

Male swallow
is called "raven."

I would have made
a great one.

FISHER: Yeah, well, I ain't
doing it, so forget it.

Too late.
He's on the move.

CONNELLY: Okay, spread out,
but stay on him.

Dmitri, he's headed your way.

I see him.

CONNELLY: Dmitri,
stay on him.

Why would he pick
Fisher over me?

I am more manly.
Better looking.

CONNELLY: Dmitri!

(PHONE BEEPING)
Hey, hey.
Don't get too close.

I have a really strong signal,
I can track him anywhere.

I know now why
he wanted Fisher
and not me.

He was looking for goalie.

I am striker.

CONNELLY: Dmitri!
Where the hell is he?

Not too far. Just to subway.

Lose that junk of crap
and follow him!

(FEEDBACK WHINES)

Drew said he had signal.

FISHER: I got this guy.

CONNELLY:
Keep a safe distance,
but stay on him.

Dmitri, you wanna get
out of the car?

I'm double parked,
they will tow.

I'm going Brooklyn
on this mommy.

Hey, hey, guys.
I just gotta...

Hey, hey! Don't be putting
your hands on me.

Get your fucking
hands off me!

Okay, okay. Relax,
you got me. You got me.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

GLORIA: I'm on him.

CONNELLY: Stand down.

Gloria, he made you.
Stand back and wait for me.

GLORIA: I'm right behind him.

CONNELLY: He's made you,
wait for me.

All right, I still have
the signal. I'm gonna go
to the next station.

Connelly, he's right here,
we can take him.

No, stand back,
he made you, wait for me.

Oh, shit!

Shit.

Drew, you still have
the signal?

Yeah, I still got him.

(BEEPING)
The signal's still
very strong.

(BEEPING STOPS)

Wait a minute, it's gone,
I dropped the signal.

He's gone.

BES: Holden's team
found the broker.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

MAN: I can't have you
tapping citizens'
cell phones.

Or your team
running around the city
resisting arrest.

I understand that.

I'll keep them clean,
I just need
a little rope.

Maybe another 24 hours,
that's all.

All right, 24 hours.

Thank you very much.

(GUNSHOTS)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

Sir.

Sir! Doctor!

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Da.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Just make sure that
you get the winning bid.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

How is he?

He just got out of
hospital an hour ago.

He's one tough
son of a bitch,
I'll give you that.

The triggerman
did get away,

but the Lieutenant
was able to convince
our Bulgarian friends here

to give us access
to all the cellular
towers in the country.

Drew?

Yeah, I got a signal
on the broker's phone,

as long as he keeps
the battery in it,
I can track him anywhere.

CONNELLY: Okay.

My new team goes out
in five.

What? New team?

A new team?

What are you talking about?
This is our mission.

Come on, Drew.
Back us up, man.

Gentlemen,
Holden needs you in office.
This is our mission.

FISHER: Who, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?

Hey, guys.
You surprised me.

You weren't half bad,
considering...

Considering what?

DREW: You know what,
this is a good thing.

We're all still alive,
we can go home.

GLORIA: Drew? Drew?
We can live our lives,
we can...

Considering what?

Considering who you are.
Considering, um...

Considering how
I picked you guys.

We know how you picked us.
It was the algorithms.

You hacked the database,
crunched the numbers.

We came out on top.

Right?

DREW: I did hack
the database.

But I was looking for
agents who were C-86.

C-86? What's that?

It's a classification
for agents who are, uh,

throwaways.

Disposable.

You brought us here
to die?

No. I brought you here
to fail!

I was hoping that
if we washed out early,
Holden would disband us

and I could go back
to working alone.

I ain't no throwaway!

I knew they were sending me
on suicide mission!

That's why I ran.

You guys saw what
they tried to do
to Holden because of me.

None of us are cut out
for an assignment like this.

Let's be honest, okay?

You son of a bitch.

Gloria...

You know, I gave up
being taken seriously
as an agent a long time ago,

then you come along
and offer us
a real assignment

and tell us
it was all a joke.

DREW: You're not a joke.

I just wanted to
get to know you.

Why don't you just go back
to playing with
your little toys?

I'm sorry, I...

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

HOLDEN: The signal's still
strong from the inside.

Go in, get the broker,
and then get out.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yo, man,
I got your message, man.
What's up?

Yeah, we think a black hatter
named Teebs has Pantheon.

Didn't he speak in
Antwerp last year?

Yeah. Demonstrated how
he could take over
a 747 with his iPhone.

The guy's a legit psycho.

Okay, I need you to pull up
whatever surveillance pics
you can. All right?

Just single him out.

I think we got a few
of him on stage,

but the guy's wearing
a mask. He's not dumb.

What exactly are you
looking for?

Uh, I don't know, man.
Just pull whatever
you can, okay?

All right.

CONNELLY: All right,
we're closing in, boys.

Signal's red-hot.

They're right on top of him.

Shit!

He's not here, sir.

There's definitely
somebody been here.

Guys, he on the move.

Shit! He's right above us.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(THUDS)

Sir? We've got a mule
in here.

So get rid of him.

The signal's on the mule.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

DREW: It's the broker.

Connelly! Connelly,
get out of there!

Everyone out!

I repeat, fall back!

Stanford, watch your six!

Stanford! Do you read?

(GUN SHOTS)

Stanford!

(GROANS)
(GUN SHOTS)

Princeton!

(EXPLODES)

HOLDEN: Connelly?

Princeton, I lost signal.

Princeton?

(GROANS)

(GUN COCKS)
Jennifer?

Hey, Dan.

Miss me?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Killed them.

(BELL TOLLING)

(TOLLING CONTINUES)

That's it?
That's what you want?

That surprises you?

Hey. It's your money,
man. Your choice.

But if you have
a beef with Moscow,
I can melt them down.

I melt down Moscow
and I get what?

Nothing but dead brothers
and martial law for my enemy.

My army will
never be big enough
to get me back home.

But if I have friends,

armies in other countries,
then, then perhaps I could.

Ah, a false flag.

Blow up your own place,
then blame the bad guys.

Everyone needs
a Pearl Harbor.
Okay.

I'll make it happen
from the airport.

Lights go out,
you'll know it's on.

Just transfer the money
to my account

and I'll bump it
to phase two.

I prefer that you stay
until it's over.

That's not the deal
we brokered.

Broker is dead.

Bes. Take him out.

(MIMICS GUNSHOT)

Now, that would
be foolish.

He pays me twice
what you do.

(KISSES)

BES: How long do you need?
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Ten minutes.

Five.

(CLICKS GUN)

We got the Pentagon
on satellite link.

Oh, great. Put him on.

Hey, Bens. What's up?

BENSON: Hey, Holden,
listen to me.

I got a hit on
your female assassin.

Her name is
Bettina "Bes" Karpov.

She is a human chameleon
and a highly valued
Russian asset.

She was raised in the UK

and is currently
in the employ of one
General Olag Konstantin.

He defected from Russia
when the Wall fell

and is currently in
charge of over one-third
of Bulgaria's armed forces.

He is a staunch opponent
of his adopted army

being taken over
by NATO and the EU.

Holden, listen to me.

You and your team have got
to get to that key
before he does.

This bastard hates Russia
as much as he does Europe.

He gets the key,
he'll start World War III.

Are you ready?

(CHUCKLES)

KONSTANTIN: This was
a Communist retreat
for us Generals.

Party leaders.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Now it's falling apart.

Most Russian special forces
once came from Bulgaria,
did you know that?

No, man.
I did not know that.

This country was
Moscow's little brother.

Now we are Europe's
little sister.

It's time to
change that.

So, yes,
I am ready.

I've been ready
for a long time.

Okay.

Here we go.

KONSTANTIN:
It has begun.

(DOG BARKING)

MAN: Backup power's on.

It's started.

Sir, the landline
just went dead.

He cut off
the cell towers.

Come on, get your ass
in there and do something.

He could be anywhere
on the planet right now!

We don't find the key,
there's nothing I can do.

Okay. Hey, how many
tactical teams we got
available right now?

None.

Oh, no. He just shut down
the water!

What can't he shut down?

Uh, DOD satellite and GPS.
Everything else he owns.

Good, good.
Hey, I need a DOD phone.

We've got a DOD
link right here.

I need that.
Here.

Who's got it?

Yo?

I need you to tell me
everything you have
on Teebs, okay?

Dude, we got a boatload
of photos of him

from the black
hat presentation,

but like I said,
he's got on a mask
and glasses.

All right. Well,
describe him to me. Okay?
Everything that you see.

Dude, he's exactly
what you would expect.

Typical sideways
hat wearing, neckbeard.

Vaping through some
creepy skull bandanna.

Looks like the devil
when he exhales.

Vape? Wait! Vaping? Stop.
Like an electronic cigarette?

No. It's like
a little metal pipe.

Like a vape pen?

Yeah, yeah,
something like that.

All right,
describe the vape pen.

Man, I don't smoke.

What does this have
to do with anything?

Just keep describing it!
What color is it?

Silver, about the size
of a cigar. It's got like a,
uh, clown on...

No, it's a skull.
It's got a skull
on the front.

Is the tip metal
or plastic?

ERIK: Plastic.

What are you
talking about?

Teebs uses
the skull head model

of an EK-928-C vaporizer.
Okay?

The only way you can
charge that thing
is with a USB port.

Chinese manufacturers
put a back-door
in everything.

So, I guarantee you
that every time he charges
that son of a bitch,

they track his location.

I just need to get
into their mainframe.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

I'm in.

Tell me you got him.

Who handles
your GPS locations?

Nadine? Nadine?
NADINE: Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.

Look at these numbers,

just tell me any
numbers that have

the same longitude
and latitude.

Yeah. It's this one,
this one and that one.

Okay, that's three.
All right.

That's a bakery in Odessa.

An apartment in Sumy.

And a power plant in Sofia.

I got him! I got him!

I got two teams flying in
from Germany right now.

DREW: I don't need
your teams, man.

I have a team right here,
ready to go.

So, you picked us
to fail.

But now you want us
to volunteer for
a suicide mission?

There are no terms
under which I want to die.

Yeah, no thanks.
Bring in the A-Team.

DREW: Listen,
I made a mistake.

Okay? I made a mistake!

(STAMMERS) I'm sorry, I...

(SIGHS) I don't have
a lot of experience
dealing with...

People?
DREW: Yes. That, yes.

I misjudged you. Okay?

Gloria, I looked at
your records.

And despite
a negative psych eval

that says you're cold
and heartless,

your field tests
and your combat evals
were off the charts.

You were the top
of your class. Okay?

And just because you have
this beautiful face,

this pencil-pushing
asshole decided that
you should be a swallow.

And that's awful.

But this is your decision,
this one.

Not some chauvinist
in a suit.

So, come on.

Okay.

But I still hate you.
That's fair.

I'll work on that.

Fish,

you're a goddamn
cyclone of death
and destruction.

Yeah. Well...

But you've been
forced to conform.

But if we can harness
that insanity,

and then unleash it
at the right moment,

there's not an army
on the planet
that can stand up to you.

Fine. I'm in, too.

It's only because
I can't walk away
from a fight.

DREW: Dmitri, listen to me.
Listen to me,
you son of a bitch.

Most people would disagree
with what I'm about to say,

people in this very room.

But I'm gonna tell you
right now, you're the best
damn wheelman in Europe.

Well...

You're the only person
I trust to get us in
and out of there.

No. No.

No. I see
what you are doing.

(SCOFFS) It won't work.

You people are crazy.

Konstantin has an army.

We are four people.

HOLDEN: We are five people.

I guess you guys
need someone like me

to figure out
a way to get you idiots
in and out of there alive.

Great. So, in addition to me,
Russian special forces,

we have nerd,

a Mata Hari,

a mental patient

and old man.

And you're the Russian agent
that speaks Russian?

Yes.

Wow.

Where are your sneakers?

Why?

HOLDEN: Well, I heard
you run a lot.

He runs a lot.

Uh...

How'd you like
the old man's boot
up your ass?

Huh?

I will at least
drop you off.

HOLDEN: Hey. Hey.

I thought you might
need this.

Thanks.

You know
how to use it, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Put it away.

Fisher. I got you gift.
It's in the trunk.

FISHER: That's messed up
because I didn't
get you nothing.

It's okay.

An offer of peace
and friendship,

since we will most probably
not survive mission.

What is this?
Some kind of jinx shit?

That's bad mojo,
man, no way.

You slam the trunk,
you damage the paint.

You mean damage the rust.

No presents before missions,

especially when you say
you're giving it to me
'cause we might die.

This present is lucky.

You will want this present.

Keep the stupid present.
I'll take it
after the mission.

(SHUTS CAR TRUNK)

Yo, this is some
wimp shit right here.

Why are we going
in the back?

Because Konstantin
has a small army
out front,

and I can't hack
armored vehicles
and AK-47s.

GLORIA: What are we even
looking at, anyway?

DREW: The cooling outlet
for the gas turbines.

It's the least
guarded entrance.

Well, someone's gotta
at least take out
the guys guarding it.

All right. Go ahead.
Get it out of your system.

Uh, hey,
Fisher, um...

First of all,
how's it going?

Good.

I'm gonna tell you something
that you're probably not
gonna like very much.

I stole a peek at
your personnel files.

And you are not
the best shot
in the group.

No, no, not me. Her.

FISHER: You're kidding?
No, I'm not. Sorry.

She might be good,
but is she fast?
There's two guys.

She hits one,
she's gotta hit the other
before he sounds the alarm.

Holy...
(COCKS GUN)

That was hot.

I know.

Okay.

I have a signal.
Pantheon is here,

but it looks like
there's miles of tunnels
under this thing.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(WHISPERS) Listen.
There's a door.

All right. Let me
take care of this chump.

Hey, Fisher!
Calm down, man. Not yet.
All right?

Listen for once.
Just be patient.
Use your head.

How the hell
do we get in?

You're in uniform.

Dmitri?

(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

Come on, let's go!

FISHER: The next guy's mine.

All right.

These guys right here,
let's do 'em.

Calm down, Fisher.

Just wait.

(GATE CLOSES)
(ELEVATOR WHIRS)

HOLDEN: (OVER RADIO)
All right, let's split up.

Grid search.
Drew, Gloria, mid-level.

Fisher, Dmitri, basement.

How come I get the basement?

There's probably less people
for you to kill down there.

(SCOFFS)

FISHER: This is bullshit.

I gotta at least
get me one guy.

Hey.

(CLATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(COCKS GUN)

DREW: This panel's ancient.

Old Soviet technology.

I bet I can hack into
the control room from here.

Holy...

Holden?
HOLDEN: Drew,
what did you find?

Teebs had Pantheon reroute
all the gas into the city.

It's gonna
overload the system.

The pipes are gonna burst,
the city's gonna...

The city's gonna blow up.

If they can blow up
this city,

they can blow up
anything, anywhere.

We gotta find that key.

Hey, man.
Someone just hacked
into your mainframe.

There's only one way
to do that.

KONSTANTIN: Which is?

Be in the building.

He's lying.

I'm not the one who lies.

Keep an eye on him.

So, are you playing
the General, too?
Or was it just me?

No. Just you.

Hey. What's that say,
right there?

You can't read this?

Knife. Fork.

It says this way
to food place.

Hells yeah!

That means there's gonna be
a shit ton of guys in there.

Let me go in
first and spray 'em.

Hey!

We have uniform.

I speak okay Bulgarian,
you don't have
to shoot, huh?

Come on, man.
We're in the basement.

No one's gonna hear us.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Come on, man! Let's go!

Damn it!

All right.
We're going to the cafeteria.
If anyone's hungry, speak up.

HOLDEN: Quit the humor,
will you?

Take it nice and easy.
No mistakes.

Hey, yeah, I know,
a stealth mission.

You suck the fun
out of everything.

(MEN SPEAKING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

DMITRI: It's empty.

Shh!

Cigarette's still burning.

Those scum-sucking pigs
are here somewhere.

(GUNS COCKING)

FISHER: That is just
plain weird.

It's like everyone
just up and left.

GLORIA: Well, there's plenty
down here, Fisher,
so stay off the com.

Yeah, man.
Calm down.
Don't kill anyone.

FISHER: Guys, it's like
something's going on
down here.

Like everyone
just disappeared
all of a sudden.

Go.

It's kind of spooky
down here in the dungeon.

I should have had to kill
at least one guy
to be at this point.

FISHER: What the hell?

HOLDEN: Fisher,
I just told you.
Cut the chatter will you?

FISHER: Okay, looks like
a zombie movie down here.

There's half-eaten meals,
warm coffee.
It's as creepy as shit.

HOLDEN: Just keep your
finger off the trigger

so you don't blow
your balls off.

Why does everyone
keep saying that to me?

I'm a trained professional,
not an animal.

(ALL CHEERING)

(CHEERING STOPS)

HOLDEN: Was that you Fisher?
What the hell was that?

Good news, I got my 20.

And there's cake.

What did he just say?

I don't know,
something about
20 cakes?

Dmitri!

(ALARM BLARING)

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Security breach,
sub level, B6.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

TEEBS: I told you.

Security breach,
sub level, B6.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Guys, I got bad news.

Igor pulled the alarm.

DREW: Who the hell
is Igor?

The birthday boy.

Let's get out of here!

(CONTINUES BLARING)

(ALARMS BLARES)
(WOMAN SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE
ON PA)

System malfunction.

(WOMAN SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE
ON PA)

Pressure critical.

(WOMAN SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE
ON PA)

Twelve minutes
to valve failure.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

DREW: Teebs!

It's him,
he's got the key.

Go, I'll keep him busy.
Just be safe okay?

Teebs, stop.
You don't have
to do this, man.

You're not a killer,
okay, you're a hacker.

Just give me the key.
We can stop this.

I'm a god with this.
You think I'm going to
hand it over?

Please?

You're going to shoot me?
Back up, man.

(GUN CLICKS)

Um...

(GUN SHOTS)
(GROANS)

GLORIA: What happened?

The key, it's destroyed.

(SIGHS)

Well, clear the hell
out of there, will you?
Now! Just get out.

Holden, we can't clear out.
(STATIC)

Drew.
Sir, we're losing them.

No, we can't get out,
we have to shut it down!

Drew, I can't hear you.
Holden!

(STATIC)

Holden!

Sir, the signal dropped.

All right, get the RSO
in here, will you?

I lost him,
are you guys still there?

You heard the order,
let's get out of here.

No, we can't just leave,
we have to shut it down.

You said we can't
without the key.

We can't, but if I can
get into the control room

maybe we can hack
the hardware.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

I don't hack,
I blow shit up.

Okay, well, you guys
create a diversion.

Gloria and I will get
to the control room.

Roger that.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Ten minutes
to valve failure.

(HISSING)

It's going to get hairy.
No pussing out.

I ain't pussing out, okay?

Look, I need to know
you got my back.

Yeah, well,
why are you climbing?
I don't like heights.

I thought you weren't
going to puss out.

Yeah, I ain't no puss.

(SPEAKING BULGARIAN)

Hey, yo!

Check this out.

(SHOUTS IN BULGARIAN)

Heads up.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Eight minutes
to valve failure.

(ALARM BLARING)

It's an old control room.
Analog, not digital,
not my specialty.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, Pantheon is going
to push as much gas
as possible into the city

using pipe 718 here.

There's nothing
we can do to change that,

but I might be able
to spoof the hardware

by swapping out
the server control head ID's.

Right, what does
that mean in English?

We need to hot-wire it.

Okay. What can I do to help?

Okay, so, we need to find
as many CAT 5 cables
as possible.

Connect that panel over there
with this control board
into that computer.

Great. What's a CAT 5 cable?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

Shit, I'm out of grenades.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Dmitri! Dmitri,
get back here.

Commie bastard.

Hey, heads up.

Thank you.

So, theoretically,
this should work.

Theoretically?

In theory.

You say
"theoretically" now.

GLORIA: So, how much longer
is this going to take?

Well, I just need
to reset the router,
but that takes time.

FISHER: Hey, Drew,
that crazy Russian
broad just got by me.

(RAPID GUNSHOTS)

She's kind of hot.

Uh, uh...

Let me go say hello.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Six minutes
to valve failure.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

That commie deserted us.

How much longer, Drew?
I'm running out of ammo.

DREW: Just a few minutes,
keep up the distraction.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

Go ahead. Just do it.

(HORN HONKING)

Drew, are you almost done?

Damn it.
I'll take that as a no.

It needs a firmware update.
(GASPING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

This is going to take
two minutes.

GLORIA: Doesn't this place
blow up in a few minutes?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

GLORIA: Drew, be careful,
I lost her.
I think she went outside.

FISHER: I thought
you left me, man.

I had to get you present.

What, that's for me?
Bazooka time.

I didn't know
Russians made bazookas.

We invented the bazooka.

(KONSTANTIN SPEAKING
BULGARIAN)

Take cover!

Give me the shell.

It is Russian,
more difficult to fire.
I will shoot...

No, no, bullshit, man.
This is my present.
You already got one.

Aiming this can be
a little tricky.

Don't tell me about aim.
I was this close to
being special forces.

Come on.
Big deal.

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

Bazooka time.

Okay, that went
a little wide.

You destroyed her.

Well, I'm sorry,
man, collateral damage.
Just get me another shell.

Shells are in trunk.

You left the shells
in the trunk? What the...

Because you didn't
want present.

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

I don't care anymore,
car is dead.

Stop, stop, come here.

Look, if we're going to
do this,

we gotta be smart,
we gotta use our heads.

I've got a plan.
Follow me, come on, come on.

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

(GRUNTS)

GLORIA: Drew,
I'm not sure how much longer
I can hold her off.

All right, I'm going to
try something, hang on.

(GROANS)

Uh...Sorry, sorry,
that was
the wrong wire, obviously.

It's got to be
this guy right here.

(CRASHING)

What happened?
That wasn't it.

Drew, are we going to
blow up? 'Cause I'd kind of
like to know.

There's really only
one more of these.

GLORIA: Come on, Drew.

Yeah, I'm almost there.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Two minutes
to valve failure.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(COCKS GUN)

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

Fisher!

(SPEAKS BULGARIAN)

(BONES CRACKING)

Shalom, motherfucker.

(SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SHOUTS)

(GRUNTS)

DMITRI: Fisher!

(LAUGHING)

I got me a tank!

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Fifteen seconds
to valve failure.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Ten seconds
to valve failure.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE OVER PA)

Five seconds
to valve failure.

(BEEPS)

We did it. It worked.

(SIGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, hey, what happened?

I just cut my thumb.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey, Fisher, on com earlier,
you said something
about cake, didn't you?

So, I, uh, fried my ass off,

but they still decided
to make you an agent.

So, now it's official.

God help us.

(CHUCKLES)

So, when's
my first mission?

Oh.

Just follow me.

HOLDEN: Tell you something,
from now on,

I pick the team.
No algorithm crap.

No, no, Holden,
I know the kind of
Captain American assholes...

Hold with the "Holden."
From now on,

it's "Colonel"
until I say different.

Which means you work for me.
That means you say,
"Yes, sir." Right?

And you talk like a man.

BOTH: Yes, sir.

Get that smile
off your face.
Yes, sir.

No, no.
Not these freaking guys.

FISHER: Not these guys?

You mean the guys
who saved your life
and the world?

Let's go.

Shotgun!
DREW: Shotgun?

No, no, this time you get it,
but it's not gonna be
a habit.

(MUSIC PLAYING)