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Clarke, Ford, you take the tent. Nolan, you sweep the trucks.

I'll take the perimeter.

Garrett, you clear the bodies, yeah?

Who's there?

Seriously?

Over there.

Sit.

Who is she?

Why were you in the tent?

What did she say?

She said, "Don't go down."

Who the fuck is this?

A prisoner, shackled in the back of the tent.

She bit my fucking finger off.

Why is she still breathing?

She's a civilian.

You three, watch the perimeter.

Now.

Clarke.

- What was our mission? - Stanton...

What was the mission? It's a simple question.

Intercept this unit. Kill anyone in the camp.

Gather all documents. Don't get caught.

And was this woman in the camp?

- Yes, she was, but... - Shoot her.

Raise your weapon and shoot this woman.

Stanton, I know you think what happened to your brother

was your fault, but this won't make it better.

Do as you are told and pull the fucking trigger.

Orders are orders.

We've got movement over here.

Shit!

Garrett, how many have we got?

Judging by what I just saw,

I'd say three to four shooters maximum.

Radio Walker, we need evac co-ordinates now.

Right you are.

Shit!

'Requesting immediate pick up

'from the target location, we're under heavy fire.'

Yeah, look, so are we.

' Move to Plan B.'

Copy that, we'll meet you at the helicopter.

They're not coming. We're on foot.

For fuck's sake.

Motherfuckers.

We're no better.

Let's move out.

Move out!

Out here.

What?

Nothing.

You got something to say,

you better say it before we get to the debrief.

It's nothing.

Nothing?

What did she say to you?

- Who? - The prisoner.

Technically she spoke to Clarke.

What was it?

She said, "Don't go down."

- Not what your mom said, is it? - Oi!

You've got to be kidding me.

Looks like we're taking the stairs.

Well, let's move. Top floor is a long way up.

You OK with this?

Oh, yeah, I forgot I told you.

Hard to forget a story like that.

I'm fine. Honestly.

Is it just me,

or is this office at the top of Mount fucking Everest?

- You're OK, Nolan?

Maybe I could just wait here.

No.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Me too.

- Is everybody OK? - Yeah.

You're good? Good?

All right,

Someone's gonna have to go and check.

I'll go.

Don't.

Relax.

It's just a power issue.

Buxton?

Buxton?

- Fuck this. - No, no.

Don't go down.

Run.

- Go!

Are all comms are down? Nothing is coming in.

What the actual fuck is going on?

It's God. He's testing us.

Fuck me. Sensible answers please.

No, she's right.

Since when have you been drinking the Jesus juice?

I was 19, first deployment.

We were taking these prisoners to interrogation

when rebels blew up the front and back of the convoy.

I was in the prison wagon so naturally they took us too.

Five months until managed to escape.

There was this big staircase in a bombed-out clocktower

at the back of the complex that they were using.

And every day...

...they would put broken glass, and safety pins

and all other kinds of shit spread all over the stairs

and made us take our shoes off.

Then they'd make us walk to the top...

...over and over and over again.

All day.

They said it was to test our souls before we died.

So believe me when I say that this...

this is fucking punishment.

For what?

For killing that prisoner.

All right, that's enough of that bullshit.

Judging by the number of flights we climbed since Buxton,

we've an average of about three minutes

between each floor going dark.

We just need to stay ahead of it,

we find a door and then we figure this out afterwards.

I do not wanna hear any more of this crap.

That's an order.

We go up, now.

I feel like we've already climbed

this exact same stairwell.

It's like as soon as we reach the top

you go back to the bottom and... and we start again.

Fuck me. There's a fucking exit!

- Weapons up! - Are we under attack?

We've got one man down so I'm assuming yes.

What the fuck?

Is that what I think it is?

No. Fuck that. Fuck that!

OK.

Maybe we are being punished.

I'm not doing this.

I'd rather take my chances and go down.

Don't be an dickhead, Ryan.

Well, what's the fucking plan then, Kia?

- I don't have one. - Mmm.

But I know we can't go down.

And how the fuck do you know that, huh?

I just know.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I'd rather put my faith in Him than in you.

Stand down, Ryan.

I always said I'd follow you into hell.

I just never thought you'd actually take us there.

It's that song again.

My mom used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep.

No wonder you couldn't sleep. It's creepy as fuck.

What are we gonna do now?

We go up.

For how long? Forever?

I have a suggestion.

I'm listening.

We're gonna need some distance between the dark and us first.

We go up.

Well?

We've literally just started looking.

We're literally about to get sucked into hell, so...

For fuck's sake, Ford, just back the fuck up, man.

Most of this is just arrest information.

When, where, how, etc.

For instance, she's from a town called Calchas

and they've had her in custody for months.

What else?

They were under strict instructions not to kill her.

They listed her nickname though.

Which is?

They call her the Prophet Of Death.

It's local superstition.

I don't honestly need to explain this, do I?

Because clearly this situation and what we did are connected.

What did you say, Kia?

What did you say?

Sorry.

If any of you forget your place again,

I'll shoot you myself.

Stanton, please.

Back the fuck down, Garrett.

Right. Synchronize your watches.

Nolan and Walker, you stay and watch that door.

The rest of you are on recon with me.

Recon?

Right you are.

This is clearly some kind of training mission.

I don't know why, I don't know how

but I do know there are no answers on these stairs.

So let's go find them.

Ford, go with me. The rest of you are on recon.

What if they don't make it back in time?

Walker. Walker?

What are you doing?

No. No.

Emma... put down the gun.

Put down the fucking gun.

Fucking listen to me! Put down the gun, Emma.

Walker!

Help... me.

Please... help me.

Help me, please.

- Walker! - Where's Walker?

For fuck's sake, we've gotta go!

We need a plan.

Whatever is happening here, is clearly not a training mission.

I know.

OK, so what is it then?

It's supernatural, clearly.

It's like Kia said.

Whatever it is wants us to stop ourselves.

The prisoner needs to live.

What's the plan then?

There is no plan.

- What? - Sorry, I don't understand.

No plan?

We all know what we agree to when we take a job.

What we risk every time we go out into that field.

Well... this isn't the field.

Yes, it is.

The orders were to kill everyone at that camp

and to take whatever intel we could find.

Mission completed.

If we have to die on these stairs then so be it.

It's what we signed up for.

What happened to your brother was an accident.

Don't let what happened then...

...cloud your fucking judgement now.

What happened was my fault.

I put my feelings before the mission.

Dan still died and we failed anyway.

You know, I replay that moment every time I close my eyes.

I see how it should've gone.

He died for nothing, for nothing!

Instead of for something bigger than us.

You are expendable. We are all expendable.

All that matters are the orders.

Listen, I know exactly where you're coming from.

Maybe Garrett can take Nolan and start walking,

just to get a head start because of her leg

whilst we figure this out.

Go.

Harris, don't. I will shoot you.

Oh, I fucking know you will.

You dirty fuck.

You're better than this.

Fucking stop!

Come on, Harris... get up.

I'm fucked.

Go.

Don't be a dick, Harris, get up.

Save the prisoner.

Maybe if you do the right thing...

...none of this shit will even happen.

No fucking way, we're not leaving.

Come on.

Are anybody else's feet as fucked up as mine?

If I lose a finger and a toe within 24 hours

I'll be really pissed off.

Walker was right. All this climbing is torture.

Oh, just give us a fucking break, will ya?

OK, so we've opened the door twice

and it's always been in the same place at the same time.

So let's start with

where were our younger selves at that point.

We were spread out, around the perimeter in formation.

We attacked from the left.

So, we go around the far right facing the front of the camp.

But none of this explains how we are gonna stop Stanton

from making Clarke kill the prisoner.

Well, we could just ask ourselves, really nicely?

What would you do if some guy that looked just like you

popped out mid mission?

- Probably shoot him. - Exactly.

Well, what if we don't have to interact with ourselves at all?

All we gotta do is give the guys in the camp

enough of a heads up so we don't get the jump on them.

Mmm... what if they kill us?

I don't know.

Yeah, I don't like that.

You've seen "Back To The Future II", right?

Yeah. I liked the one with the cowboys.

I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

OK, so look, we haven't got a better plan.

Let's just spook them

and hopefully they'll drive off in the truck

before we can get our hands on them.

We could just wait it out,

let our younger versions go and then we make our own way home.

I don't think it works like that.

Besides, with no ammo, supplies or evac,

we wouldn't last long in a war zone.

And what about this?

We're all going, no exceptions.

No.

Look, I'm just trying to get them to fuck off.

Clarke, Ford, you take the tent. Nolan, you sweep the trucks.

I'll take the perimeter.

Garrett, you clear the bodies, yeah?

Who's there?

Who is she?

What are you doing?

Seeing if my finger reappears.

Why would it do that?

Maybe we changed something.

Who the fuck is this?

We haven't changed shit.

Clarke.

- What was our mission? - Stanton...

What was the mission? It's a simple question.

Time's almost up.

- What's the play? - There isn't one.

I could just shoot Stanton and end this.

We're not doing that. Everyone lives.

When does that ever happen?

Orders are orders.

We've gotta get to the door.

The minute we run for it they are gonna shoot at us.

Tough shit, we gotta go.

Only shoot the ground around them, got it?

We've got movement over here.

Go, go, go!

My feet are fucked.

Excuse me if I don't weep for you right now.

We go back in. Try again.

One of us should go around the back this time

and try to take the prisoner

before the other us's have a chance to get her.

There's a gap,

right between when the soldiers awake and the attack.

Just shoot the ground again to draw them out

and one of us should go around the back of the truck to get in.

I'll do it.

What? She can't do it because of her leg

and you two haven't even seen "Back To The Future II".

So just shut the fuck up and let me do it.

What happens if you're not fast enough?

Well, don't leave without me obviously.

Now.

Next time.

They shot him in the back, I think.

He could still be breathing.

Who the fuck is this?

A prisoner, shackled in the back of the tent.

She bit my fucking finger off.

Why is she still breathing?

- What's the plan? - Same as before.

Target the ground, make them head for the evac point.

We get Ford and we go.

Orders are orders.

We've got movement over here.

Time's almost up. You two, get back on the stairs.

If we don't make it, leave us.

Garrett, how many have we got?

Judging by what I just saw,

I'd say three to four shooters maximum.

Shit!

Ford, get the fuck up. Come on!

We've gotta go.

Where are they?

Come on, we gotta go!

We have to take this bullet out or he's done.

You gotta stop the bleeding.

He'll need to bite down on this.

Trust me.

Sorry, Ford.

Hang in there, buddy.

All done.

If we don't get him to a doctor

he's not gonna make it for very long.

Is there a plan?

Yeah.

Ford, I need you to stay alert.

You're gonna die if you don't. You know this.

This plan.

- It's a bad plan. - Just shut up.

He's right. We could all end up fucked here.

Well, anybody got a better suggestion?

If we beat ourselves to that evac chopper,

then maybe we just ride it off into the sunset and Ford lives.

And then maybe our younger versions just die in the field

and we disappear into thin air?

We're clear.

You OK?

Poor bastards.

We should have stopped this.

I couldn't even stop myself.

Don't fall asleep.

It spat us right back out.

I knew it was a bad plan.

Stop!

Fuck you, do you hear me? Fuck you!

We gotta move.

You're gonna regret taking them off.

I know.

But they need a break.

I vote we try something different this time.

Who the fuck is this?

A prisoner, shackled in the back of the tent.

She bit my fucking finger off.

Where's Nolan?

You two, watch the perimeter.

Now.

Raise your weapon and shoot this woman.

Do as you are told and pull the fucking trigger.

You're surrounded. Let the prisoner go.

Now we can negotiate.

You're not local so who are you?

Let the prisoner go or we kill the entire team.

I don't think we're as surrounded

as you're saying we are.

If you had the upper hand, we'd already be dead.

OK.

So what are you proposing?

You go, leave the prisoner. We don't kill you.

The thing is...

...I've got orders.

Fuck.

Hayley! Come on!

I don't know how much more I've got left in me.

Pull yourself together.

For what?

To try again.

Maybe she's meant to die.

Maybe we are meant to die.

Fuck.

Maybe we're already dead, Kia.

Don't tell me you haven't thought of that yet.

Walker said the stairs are like torture.

Mmm... maybe this is hell.

We've got movement over here.

Why is she still breathing?

She's a civilian.

I think I'm done now.

You don't get to just stop.

That's not how it works.

Isn't it?

You need to leave.

We will save her.

And then none of this will have happened.

I don't think this will ever end.

Not really.

It will for us.

Where did you get that?

There's a case of them in the base camp.

I took one.

Wasn't sure why until now.

Maybe Nolan had the right idea.

I can't do that.

This plan sucks, you know.

I know.

There's another way, surely?

Fuck it.

Head for the shipping yard.

Save the civilians if you can.

I'll meet you at the helicopter with the prisoner.

They're not gonna let you go without a fight.

I wouldn't.

Let's just save as many lives as we can.

Who the fuck is this?

Raise your weapon and shoot this woman.

Do as you are told and pull the fucking trigger.

We've got movement over here.

Shit.

- Got the intel? - Yes.

- Is that empty? - Fucking, no.

I've got Clarke. Kill them all.

What are you doing, Kia?

Lower your weapon.

Patch yourself up and complete the mission.

It's not about the orders.

It's about doing the right thing.

I see it now.

No one gets a happy ending.

That's not how this works.

Make sure you don't miss.

I won't.

Come with me.

' Move to Plan B.'

Copy that, we'll meet you at the helicopter.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Who the fuck is this?

A civilian. I'm just following orders.

It's not a fucking taxi.

Just... trust me.

I'm going back for the others. You need to wait.

You've got two minutes.

So you made it back OK?

Not quite. Mind if I borrow that?

Yeah, knock yourself out.

Drop the fuck down.

We've lost them.

- Where is Stanton? - Dead. I barely made it out.

Why the fuck is she here?

New orders. She's the mission.

We need to get her to the evac point.

Watch your fingers, everyone.

What are we waiting for? Let's go.

Come on, Kia, don't fuck about.

- Go! - You heard her, move out.

Traitor!

Kia.

Stand down, that's an order!

Why are you making me kill you?

Because the orders are wrong.

We don't get paid to question them.

Stanton, you motherfucker!

- Go!

'Kia, come in.

'We're good to go here. Where are you?'

The comms are back.

Are the civilians safe?

'They're onboard and in one piece.'

You need to go.

I'm not gonna make it.

'Fuck that, we're coming back for you.'

No, you're not.

Leave now. That's an order.

'Understood. Good luck.'

Did we do the right thing?

We did.

We should have chosen to stop fighting years ago.

It'll never end, will it?

Maybe.

I'm so cold.

I know.

Do you remember that song

Mom used to sing when we couldn't sleep?

It always helped me let go.

So what are we gonna tell HQ?

Just stick to the truth.

Stanton shot Clarke for refusing to follow orders

and gave me no choice but to take him down as well.

There was no intel,

just a civilian prisoner that we let go.

You have got to be kidding me.

Looks like we're taking the stairs.

Well, let's move. Top floor is a long way up.