All language subtitles for Black Site 2022 ENG SUB

(gentle music)

(computer trilling)

(computer trilling)

(computer trilling)

(computer trilling)

(phone ringing)
(woman whimpering)

(woman speaking Turkish)

(operator speaking Turkish)

(woman speaking Turkish)

(operator speaking Turkish)

(gun shots)

(woman speaking Turkish)

(gun shots)
(man screams)

(operator speaking Turkish)

(woman speaking Turkish)

(operator speaking Turkish)

(woman speaking Turkish)

(operator speaking Turkish)

(woman speaking Turkish)

(operator speaking Turkish)

(gun shots)

(woman screams)

- [Operator] Hello.

Hello.

(dramatic music)

(heart-pounding music)

- [Palau] Move, move, move.

One non-com down.

There's another one down.

Building security.

- [Soldier] Holy shit.

(dramatic music builds)

- [Palau] Move, move, move.

Keep your head on a swivel.

- [Soldier] Copy that.

- I'll take point.

(people screaming)

Hands in the air,
hands in the air!

Translator!

(woman speaks Turkish)

(Tessa speaks Turkish)

(intense music)

- [Palau] Zero-four, take lead.

- [Soldier] Copy that.

- [Palau] Cover
flanks, I got middle.

Freeze! Put your hands up!
(Tessa translates)

Turn around and drop the knife.

Slowly.

(Tessa translates)

Drop the knife.

(Tessa translates)

Drop the fuckin' knife!

(Tessa translates)

(knife clangs)

(handcuffs click)

Delta to HQ, target secure.

Commencing extraction
to Citadel.

(rolling dramatic music)

- [Silas] There's a secret
base in the Jordanian Desert,

code named Citadel.

Its purpose is top secret
intelligence sharing

between five English
speaking democracies,

known as the Five Eyes Alliance.

The Five Eyes includes the
United States, United Kingdom,

Canada, Australia
and New Zealand.

Because of its location,

there's also a representative

from the Israeli
intelligence community,

which you know as Mossad.

In addition to protecting
its array of servers,

the site is also used to hold

and interrogate
suspected terrorists

from around the world.

(music intensifies)

(dramatic string music)

(treadmill humming)

(sand roaring)

(dramatic music continues)

(Abby breathes heavily)

(muffled explosions)

- [Silas] This wasn't
your fault, Abby.

(fire roaring)

(keyboard clicks)
(Abby pants)

- [Reporter] An
explosion has decimated

a major hospital in Istanbul.

10 Americans, including
one US surgeon,

are counted among the dead.

- [Voicemail] You have
one saved message.

(voicemail beeps)

- [Ryan] Sorry, I
missed you sweetheart.

I'm gonna be unreachable
for the rest of the day.

I may have found a connection.

Still a little bit loose.

Worth checking out, though.

I love ya, honey.

(muffled explosions)

- [Silas] Ryan
couldn't have known

what he was walking into.

His work was so important.

The agency owes you a debt.

- [Abby] Thank you, Silas.

- [Silas] Take all
the time you need.

But when you're ready,

we'd like to send you
back to the Citadel.

- [Abby] I'm ready, Si.

I actually find
peace in the focus

and the solitude of the work.

- You'll be on a transport
to Citadel in 72 hours.

I'll brief you en route.

- I can't believe
tomorrow's the last day.

Time goes too fast.

- [Ryan] I'll be back
soon, it's a quick trip.

I found a document that
connects the fertiliser

to Kyzanghan Enterprises.

My contact an Istanbul will
only speak in person, though.

- Are they in danger?

- [Ryan] He's paranoid.

Just to be safe, I haven't
been sharing everything

with Langley yet.

I'll be back in a week.

- Subject 99423,
Interrogation 009.

Let's try this again, Farhan.

Did Hatchet give
you any indication

of who his source
was in Istanbul?

- I know nothing about
the bomb in Istanbul.

My last communication
was to connect him

to a friend of mine at
Kyzanghan Enterprises.

- Narrow it down, Farhan.

- [Farhan] Maybe at
the office in Ankara,

I don't know!

You don't understand, I
am just a businessman.

I sold the information,

what he did with it
is not my concern.

You are no different to me.

You don't tell
the CIA what to do

with the information
you recover.

Are you responsible
for the people who die

because of what you do?

(muffled explosion)

Huh? (laughs)

- [Ryan] Don't worry, baby.

It's only a few more weeks.

This posting in Istanbul will
be over before you know it.

(door clicks open)
- [Mia] Abby?

- [Ryan] Nearly there.

I love you.
- Abby.

(light switch clicks)

Hey, sorry.

Rashid wants you in the rec
room, it sounded urgent.

(door thumps)

For the record, I'm gonna
miss having you around.

- I'm gonna miss you, too.

- Hm.

- Don't let those guys
give you a hard time.

- Ah, can handle those boys.

- Yeah, I have a
feeling you can.

- I'm coming in with Abby now.

- [All] Surprise!

(upbeat soul music)

♪ Baby, I gotta go

♪ I gotta go

♪ Took too much lies,
can't take no more ♪

- So, no actual emergency, huh?

- Well, apart from all
the normal emergencies,

safety of the free
world, all that stuff.

- Tada!

- Whoa.

What is that?

- That is a work of art.

It's the Capitol Building,
obviously, in in DC.

- After a bomb
attack, obviously.

(all laughing)
- Oh.

- Wait, wait, cut
the guy some slack.

You put a trained killer
on a baking assignment,

you get what you pay for.

- Two trained killers.

'Cause my boy, Jordan, here,
was head of ingredients.

- Oh, don't lay it on me.

I just said, "Pinch
of baking soda."

(laughter)

(helicopter blades whirring)

- [Pilot] Citadel, this
is 5779-Echo-Charlie,

requesting clearance
to land, over.

- This is Citadel.

Watchtower receiving.

Challenge code?

- [Pilot]
Yankee-Juliet-77-Delta.

Response?

- Echo-Charlie,
this is Watchman 1,

Yankee-Juliet-3087-Charlie,
request granted.

Clearance?

- [Pilot] TS Asset,
Hatchet, in motion.

- Did she say Hatchet?

- Get Abby on intercom.

- Watchman 2, report
to Big Dog's office.

- Abby, we just got a
call from Special Ops.

They're bringing in Hatchet.

(dramatic music)

- How do you know it's him?

We don't even know
what he looks like.

- He fits the profile exactly,

and they found him in Ankara,

just like you said they would.

Arriving in two hours.

We got him, Abby.

(dramatic string music)

- Abby, can we talk?

Let me interview
Farhan just once.

You're leaving, that means
I have to start all over

with some new guy.

I don't have time, I
have a responsibility.

- We all have a responsibility.

- Look.

I get it.

You want to take down the people

who have taken so much from you.

I want to protect those
who are still alive.

Farhan Barakat is up
to his neck in this.

Give me the raw intel.

I have people on the ground
who can investigate it.

- Mm.

No.

By the way, I don't like
the way Mossad investigates.

(Uri chuckles)

- We get the job done, no?

- Yeah, regardless
of collateral damage.

- Everything has a price.

It's naive to pretend
there isn't one.

Are we on the same side, here?

Let's help each other.

- This is a Five Eye site, and
your country's not invited.

You got a problem with that,

take it up with
your pal, Rashid.

(gate buzzes)

He's the Head of
Operations, not me.

- [Farhan] I told you
everything I know.

(punch thumps)
(Farhan groans)

(heavy metal music)

- Miller!

Outside.

(growling lyrics)

What the hell's
going on in there?

- You think it's a coincidence,

every time you grace
us with your presence,

these motherfuckers start
getting real chatty?

It's 'cause Briggs
and I butter 'em up.

- Jesus Christ, look.

I know that you still think
that you're First Battalion,

but you're not.

You're an employee of the CIA,

and as long as I'm
in charge here,

we're gonna play by the book.

(Miller scoffs)

- Fuckin' analysts.

(Abby sighs)

- Give me the room.

(door clinks)
(Farhan laughs)

- This is how you live
with yourself, huh?

Small acts of mercy
in a torture chamber.

(coughs) The same questions
over and over, huh?

It's been three weeks now,

and I told you
everything I know.

- [Abby] Everything?

That company you told us about,

Kyzanghan Enterprises in Ankara,

(helicopter blades whirring)

Hatchet's been captured there.

Just like you said.

He killed over a
dozen civilians.

- [Farhan] Maybe he killed them

because they didn't offer
him something to drink.

- Cut the crap, Farhan.

He was looking for someone.

Maybe someone who could
connect him to the bombing.

I want you to identify
him for me, please.

Is it this guy?

(Farhan laughs)

- I am a businessman, okay?

I buy and I sell from whoever
wants to trade with me.

- It's been a real
pleasure, Farhan.

Good luck to you.

(door rattles)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(dramatic music)

- [Control] Attention
Security Team Alpha.

We have an asset inbound.

Please report to loading dock

for escort to holding level.

(guns chamber)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(dramatic music)

I repeat, Security Team Alpha,

report to loading dock for
escort to holding level.

- [Wesley] Can't
believe we got the guy.

- [Jordan] Yeah, well,
you never know, right?

- [Wesley] You doing the
honours this time, or me?

- [Jordan] No, man, I
dealt with the last one.

You can deal with
this sticky bastard.

- (laughs) You're scared,
that's okay, we all get scared.

- Yeah, there's another one.

I don't know why we
bother sometimes, man.

Fuckin' off the streets.

I did dumb shit, huh?

Should've taken me off
the fuckin' streets.

I mean, would I be a better
person if they locked me up?

Probably not, but Marine
Corps made me tough.

You know?

Made me hard to kill.

Are you hard to kill?

(chuckles) I'm playin', man.

Jesus Christ, you
want some coffee?

- Yes.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(gate buzzes)

(dramatic music)

- Well, well, well,
if it isn't Delta.

Hey, boys, welcome.

Captain David Palau.

- Rashid Nassar,
Head of Operations.

This is Abby Trent, CIA
PSYOPS, second in command.

She'll be conducting
the interrogation.

This is Tessa Harijan,
my translator.

- Hi.

Hey, Abby.

- Tessa.

- You know each other?

- Yes, SERE training at
Quantico, a million years ago.

- Good job with the
intel on Hatchet.

- Actually, that
was all Abby's work.

- Well done.

- Thank you.

- Can I talk to
you for a minute?

- Sure.

- You might wanna
take a look at that.

- Thanks, Captain.

- What's that about?

- No idea, they tell me nothing.

Subject for interrogation
could speak Russian,

Arabic or Farsi, so...

- [Rashid] What am
I looking at here?

- [Tessa] Kinda
narrows down the tone.

- Who's authorised this?

- Orders from Langley.

I need 40 minutes, no cameras.

- This is unbelievable.

I can't approve this.

We're authorised to
handle the asset here.

- And I'm overriding you.

- This is ridiculous.
- Orders are orders.

- Information
- Orders are orders.

that you caught
him were from Abby.

- Shut off the cameras.

It's just him and I.

- Captain Palau
asked for 45 minutes

alone with the prisoner.

No video, no recording.

- Son of a bitch, you
told him no, right?

- He showed me a written
order from Langley,

my hands are tied.
- Wait, that's bullshit!

You know that.

That's the man who
killed my husband,

Rashid.
- I know.

- Your friend!
There's nothing

I can do about it.

- No, I need to be in that room.

You know that.

(elevator humming)

- [Computer] Access
Interrogation Room 1,

Security Team Alpha.

- Who's Hatchet?

- First time I heard of Hatchet,

these three station
agents turned up dead

in a safe house in Dushanbe.

They all had their
faces peeled back.

(low dramatic music)

- How did they know it was him?

- Well, supposedly he uses this

particular kind of
fish skinning knife.

Handmade in Sochi.

They say every blade has
a signature, you know?

Like the barrel of a gun.

- In Mossad, we tracked
him for a while,

when he was working for
the Revolutionary Guard.

Then he moved to the
Saudis, then to the Libyans-

- Sure knows how to
pick his employers.

- He's a disloyal shadow.

You know, in Hebrew,
we call him the shedim.

Demon.

They say after the
Houla massacre,

there was no running water.

So he bathed in the
blood of his victims.

- No, this guy sounds

like a fairytale
campfire ghost story.

- You'd be the expert on
that shit, right, Chaplain?

- Consign a video to
the interrogation room,

from now until 0045 hours.

No permanent record, no
remote access by anyone

from anywhere on the base.

- Okay.

(keys tapping)

(suspenseful music)

- [Soldier] Don't
you worry, Hatchet.

(chains rattle)

Captain's gonna take
real good care of you.

And there's a bonus
prize for you, kiddo.

Yeah, you just won the big one.

There you go, nice
and tight for ya.

- You wanna face
covering, Captain?

- This guy's never gonna
see the light of day again.

You can go now.

- [Soldier] Let me help you out.

Right this way, kiddo.

- Bye-bye.

(door clinks shut)

- (chuckles) What's
going on here, huh?

These guys are fuckin' cowboys.

- Ready for you, Captain.

He's all yours.

- Okay.

(dramatic string music)

You got a handsome
face, anyone tell you?

Hey, you know, you're not
what I expected (chuckles).

Then again, no one really
knows where you're from

or who you really
work for, right?

(Tessa speaks foreign language)

- FSB?
(Tessa translates)

The Syrians?
(Tessa translates)

Al-Mahas?
(Tessa translates)

I mean, you wanna
pick a fuckin' team?

(Tessa translates)

Hm?

When I ask a question,
I expect an answer.

Let's get the party started.

(punch lands)
(Hatchet groans)

Woo!

Hm?

You probably think you know
how this is goin' down, right?

I ask a few questions,
you stonewall.

I finally give up and
hand you back, but

that's not what's
happening here.

Are you the operative
known as Hatchet?

(Tessa translates)

Who ordered the
bombing in Istanbul?

(Tessa translates)

Who sent you to Syria?

Was it the field
agents in Al-Tanf?

(Tessa translates)

Are you the operative
known as Hatchet?

(Tessa translates)

- I'm finding this
kind of frustrating.

(punch thumps)
(Hatchet moans)

That hurt a little bit?

It's okay, you can tell me.

We already know you're
a killer, right?

(Hatchet groans)
Hm?

And I have no problem
terminating you right now.

A confession would be nice.

But you saying nothing, is
the same thing in my book.

(Tessa translates)

Okay.

Your choice, hang him up.

(dramatic music builds)

(Hatchet chokes and coughs)

Hm?

How's that Hatchy, huh?

You like that?

(Hatchet coughs)

Good, hm?

(chair rattles)

Good.

Hm? You talkin'?

Hm? Talkin'?

(Hatchet strains)

Okay, okay, Hatchy.

(Hatchet gasps)

Talk to me.

Who ordered the bombing
of the hospital?

(Tessa translates)

Come on, talk to me.

No, no, no, no, to me.

I'm the one who decides
whether you live or die.

You brought our toy
bag, right, Garcia?

(bag unzips)

(gun shots)

- [Wesley] We have gunfire
in the interrogation room.

Gunfire in the
interrogation room!

Send the scorch team, pronto.

- Switch on the fucking camera.

- Camera 1 obscured.

- Try camera 2.

- Switching to
camera 2, hang on.

Camera 2 also covered.

- [Man] Man down! We got a-
- Jesus.

- [Man] Get a medic!

- All personnel, code red.

Armed backup to interrogation.

Armed backup to interrogation.

- Stay in position.

(tense music)

- What we got?

- Shots fired, no eyes on scene.

- Situation report.

- Shots fired from inside.

We can't breach
without your clearance.

- [Man] Hold on, they're
on the way, come on!

- Briggs, get the gurney.

- [Man] Open the fucking door!
- [Briggs] Copy that.

- Anyone gets past me,
you're authorised to fire.

- We breaching?

- Breach.
- Yeah.

- In three, two, one.

(door bursts)

- Put your fuckin' hands up!

Hands up in the air, motherfuck!

- [Rashid] What
the fuck, man down.

The captain's
breathing, Jordan help!

- [Jordan] Yeah, got it.
- Are you okay?

- [Rashid] I need you
on the captain's legs.

- [Wesley] Get him up,
go, one, two, three, go!

- [Jordan] Get him, come on.

- [Abby] It's a crime
scene, don't touch anything.

- [Rashid] Med Bay,
incoming, gunshot wounds.

- [Abby] Tessa, are you okay?
- [Tessa] I need ice.

- Wait for me in the
interview room, down the hall.

- [Tessa] Okay.

- I need to know everything.
- Weapon's safe.

(gurney rattles)

- Palau, stay with me.

It's gonna be okay.

Turn!

(doors crash)

Spin!

Jordan, report back to Miller.

- Copy.

- You take his legs.

One, two, three!

- Prep for (indistinct).

- [Rashid] Oh, he's got
a big hole in his chest.

Captain Palau?

Come on, Captain.

Talk to me, say something.

You're gonna be okay,
you're going into shock.

(can spraying)

Captain?

Come on, Captain, you're gonna
be okay, just look at me.

Don't worry.

You're gonna be okay.

(dramatic music)

You're gonna be okay.

We gotcha.

(knife stabbing)
Captain Palau?

You're gonna be-

(knife squelches repeatedly)

(Hatchet grunts)

(more squelching)

(knife squelches)

(loud stab)
(heart monitor flatlines)

(Rashid gasps)

(loud stab)
(Hatchet exhales)

- You'll never get outta here.

- Ah, who said
anything about leaving?

(heart monitor
flatline continues)

- So Captain Palau was
able to get a shot off

before Hatchet
escaped both cuffs.

- Fuckin' Delta Force.

- Something's not right.

Shit.

Secure Level 1.

Uri, with me.

(knife clinks)

(heart monitor
flatline continues)

(Rashid gasps)

Rashid.

Rashid.

Oh, my god.

Rashid.

(Rashid moans)

Rashid.

Rashid.

- Abby.
- Stay with me.

Rashid!

- Abby.

Abby.

No, don't.

No, Rashid, no.

Rashid, no.

(gasping stops)

(Abby breathes sporadically)

(mournful music)

- I'm sorry, Abby, but we
don't have a lot of time.

Abby, look at me.

You are now in charge.

You are in charge,
we need a plan.

(radio clicks)

- Watchtower.

Do you have eyes on Level 3?

Watchtower, speak to me!

Command Centre, let's go.

Mia, Hatchet's on the
loose, lockdown Control.

Mia, do you copy?

Mia!

(sinister string music)

(footsteps)

(security device trills)

Mia?

Mia.

Mia?

Oh, my god.

Mia.

(Uri speaks foreign language)

I'm locking us down.

(foreboding music)

- [Computer] Enter password.
(keyboard typing)

Officer Trent,
lockdown authorised.

Lockdown protocol initiated.
(alarm sounds)

Executing Citadel
lockdown procedure.

(doors buzz)
(alarm continues)

Executing Citadel
lockdown procedure.

External access sealed.

- Why are we goin' to lockdown?

That fuckin' alarm.

- (muffled) something went
sideways down in interrogation.

- Probably fuckin' Delta Squad-

- [Abby] All stations,
this is Abby Trent-

(metal crashing)
(man groans)

The facility is under attack.

A highly dangerous asset
is at large and armed.

We need non-lethal
containment of the asset.

(gate buzzes)

- [Computer] Alpha and
Bravo doors opening.

Alpha and Bravo doors open.

Alpha and Bravo doors open.

Alarm Detainee Block.

- Abby, someone's
releasing the detainees.

- [Computer] Alarm
Detainee Block.

Alarm Detainee Block.

- All guards to Detainee Block.

We need immediate,
non-lethal containment.

Shit, he's here for Farhan.

(door sliding)

- [Computer] Alpha
and Bravo doors open.

- Detainees outta the box!

Briggs with me!

Wesley, Jordan, look right.

(detainees murmuring)

- Get the fuck
back in your cell.

- Get the fuck back
in your fuckin' cell.

Get back in your cell!

(Farhan speaks foreign language)

(alarm buzzes)

- I'm calling HQ.

(phone keys tapping)

(alarm continues)
(muffled men's voices)

(receiver clicks)
Fuck.

- The lines are fried.

No external comms.

(foreboding string music)

- Fuck, fuck, where's the book?

We need comms.

(Uri mumbles)

(computer trilling)

- Come on.

- [Computer] Communication lost.

Countdown initiated.

(alarm horn blares)

- Countdown?

Countdown to what?

- If we can't restore
comms in the next hour,

they send a drone
to wipe us out.

- Fucking Americans.

- It's just a fail-safe.

All right, there's a
lot of sensitive intel.

We're a remote base
in a foreign country.

- Yeah, you say Mossad
are the hardliners.

You're the ones taking
out your own base.

(computer blips)

- Shit.
(watch beeps)

(detainees murmuring)
- Get the fuck

back in your cell!
- In your fuckin' hole!

(detainee grunts)

What I fuckin' say, huh?

Stay in your fuckin' box!

(lock smashes)

- Moving up, back up, back up.

(punches landing)

Make two secure.

- Two secure.

- Come on, huh, come on!

- Don't fuckin' think about it.

Get the fuck back in there.

Get the fuck in there!

Four's clear!

Oh, no you don't.

Don't you fuckin' try it.

(bed frame rattles)

(gun cocks)
On the fuckin' ground.

Stay on the fuckin' ground!

(electrical box pops)
(wires sizzle)

- [Soldier] Fuck. Oh shit!

Who turned out the
fuckin' lights?

- [Miller] Calm the fuck
down, man, calm the fuck down.

- B-Side are clear!

- Clear, all good.

- Don't you fuckin' move.

Don't move!

- Hey, Miller!
- The fuck?

(detainee speaks
foreign language)

- You take another
step, motherfucker,

I'll put a hole in
you, I swear to God.

(detainee continues speaking)

I'll put a fuckin' hole
in you, I swear to God.

(detainee yells)
(gun shots)

That's right, motherfuckers!

- Back in your cell!

Get back in your
cell, motherfucker!

- Get the fuck in!

(men struggle and fight)

- Shit!

(gun cocks)
- Back in your cell!

Back in your cell, I will shoot!

I will shoot!

(loud thump)
(Hatchet grunts)

(hammer thumps)
(bones crunch)

- [Wesley] Get
down! Jesus Christ!

- [Man] What are you doing?
- [Akim] No more, no more.

- [Wesley] Look, Akim, I
don't wanna hurt you, okay?

Just relax, mate, and stay down!

- [Akim] Okay, okay, my friend.

Okay, no more, no
more, please, please.

- Let us out, hey, hey, hey.
- Kill them all.

- Hey, come on,
man, we can help.

- Let us out!

(detainees murmur)

- Jordan?

Jordan, Jordan!

Jordan, hey, hey, Jordan.

Jordan.

Jordan!

- Oh, fuck, fuck.

(footsteps on stairs)

- Tessa, Level 3.

(more footsteps)

(heavy breathing)

Miller, Wesley?

- Down here.

- I'll check Bravo.
- Okay.

- [Detainee] Let us out, man!

Miller, what the fuck?

Yeah, don't ask.
(gun cocks)

- Did you see
Hatchet with Farhan?

- Thought Hatchet was dead.

- Apparently not.

- [Wesley] Oh fuck.
(door rattles)

- Wesley?

(Wesley startles)

Don't shoot me.

- What does Hatchet
want with you?

- I'm not giving you any
more than I have already.

- Quit fuckin' playing games

and tell her what
she needs to know.

- And what will
you do to me, huh?

I'm already dead!

- I knew we should have
boarded this goat fucker.

- Shut the fuck up, Miller.

You.

You were held on base
at Al-Tanf for a month.

After you transfer,
five dead field agents

turned up in Syria.

Now, I know he is
lookin' for you.

My question is this.

Is he here to save
you or kill you?

- Please, ask him for
me when you find him.

Or he finds you. (laughs)

- Fuck sake.

(grunting)

Fuck!

- I'm putting you in
charge of watchtower.

I need eyes and comms.

- All right.
- Where are you going?

- Server room.

(slow tense music)

(door whines)

- [Computer] Count down,
45 minutes remaining.

Password affirmative.

Officer Uri Wasserman.

(keys tapping)

- Chaplain?

What are you doing?

(card reader beeps)

- Damn lockdown.

(Uri mumbles)

Abby, there's no sign of him.

There's a lot of blind spots.

This place is a fucking maze.

I'll check the
camera logs (static).

- Uri, you got eyes on us yet?

- [Uri] No.

The system on Level 4 is down.

Level 3 (static).

Level 2 (static).

Level 1 (static).

- Uri?

(muffled radio static)

- I can't...

(more radio static)

- We might lose radio contact,
it's patchy down here.

- So this is the server room?

- Citadel's black box.

It's where we store
all the intel.

Hatchet would try
to target here.

(computer trills)
- [Computer] Officer Trent.

- Quite the setup you got here.

- [Computer] Identification-
- Every backup since

this place was built 10
years ago lives here.

Every part of the
interrogation programme,

as well as all of my work
on the hospital bombing.

- [Computer] Security breach.

- Abby, I have playback.

Going through the camera logs.

(buttons clicking)

- Oh shit, someone's
tried to access

the server from offsite.

(computer trilling)

(keys tapping)

- Mm.

(Tessa breathes deeply)

- Fuck.

Abby, come in.

Abby.

Abby, get the fuck out of there.

Tessa killed Mia.

Repeat, Tessa killed Mia.

(gun cocks)

- I'm sorry, Abby, I really
didn't wanna have to do this.

(gun fires)
(glass breaks)

(loud thump)

(punches landing)

(loud bang)

(gun sliding)

- Abby, let me access the
server and erase a few files.

- I don't wanna
have to kill you.

- We're still on the same side!

(gun shots)
(glass breaking)

(tense music builds)

(device beeps)

(gun shots)

(Abby breathes heavily)

(gun clinks)

(loud thump)

(Abby grunting)
(body sliding)

- What the fuck happened
to the translator?

- We had a falling out.

- What are you doing?

(chain rattles)

- She's a traitor.

She killed Mia and she
put a gun to my head.

- Jesus.

She working for Hatchet?

- Or whoever
Hatchet's working for.

- I thought she was your friend.

- Yeah, me too.

- Well, you gonna tell us what
really happened down there?

- I'm not sure what the fuck
you're implying, Miller.

- I'm not implying anything,
I'm askin' a question.

- So what do we do now?

Hunker down, wait for
the next supply delivery?

- That's not an option.

- Why not?

- Once we declare
security breach,

if HQ can't establish
comms within one hour,

we're deemed compromised,
and they hit the kill switch.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck do you
mean by "kill switch?"

- A drone erases this
place and everything in it.

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, fuck that.

Fuck that!

Okay, I say we cut our losses,

we get rid of the detainees,

and we blow the fuckin' doors.

- What, no, and
Hatchet goes free?

No, he's mine!

- I don't give a
fuck about Hatchet.

- You're gonna watch Tessa

and make sure nothing
happens to her.

You are gonna keep
an eye on him.

Wesley and I are gonna arm up.

- Recapture Hatchet?
That's your plan?

(Miller laughs)
- Yes, that's my plan, Miller.

And you better stay focused.

'Cause if he comes back
for Farhan or Tessa,

you're the best chance we've
got of getting the drop on him.

- Oh, I appreciate the
show of confidence.

But just a reminder,

the score so far is five dead
on our side, none on his.

And that's 'cause fuckin'
analysts are calling the shots.

Not active duty servicemen.

- Former active duty.

You gave up your Army
rank when you joined here

as a private contractor.

Live with it.

I'll be in the armoury.

Come on, Wesley,
let's grab the C-4

so we can blow our
way outta here.

- (growls) Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

(security device trills)

(security device trills)

- [Computer] Armoury
doors, access Watchman 1.

(alert buzzing)

(doors crack)

- Whoa, whoa, hey!

- Jesus, Chaplain,
what are you doing?

I don't, I was in my quarters
when the alarm went off.

We're in lockdown.

Come with us to the armoury.
- Okay.

- All right, let's
grab all the C-4,

and after we stock
up on weapons,

we're gonna have to
clear every room,

every hallway, together.

- 'Kay, sounds like fun.

(loud explosion)

(alarm sounds)
- [Computer] Emergency.

Alarm system activated.

Emergency. Alarm
system activated.

Emergency. Alarm
system activated.

Emergency. Alarm
system activated.

- The hell's going on out there?

- Some new clusterfuck.

We need to know what
the translator's hiding.

Officer Trent said-
- I don't give a fuck

what Officer Trent said, okay?

I got one rule when
it comes to this shit,

that's stay alive, motherfucker.

Know 'bout you, but
I didn't sign up

for no suicide mission.

Look, I guarantee you
they've got an exfil plan.

She's gotta be in on it.

- 'Kay.

- (groaning) Fuck!

Goddammit, he tried to kill us.

- There goes all the C-4.

(music blaring)

♪ Baby, I gotta go

♪ I gotta go

- He's fucking with us.

(Chaplain mumbles)

- Fuck, I mean Jesus Christ.

Fuck!

- You all right there?

(Chaplain grunts)

(Tessa moans)
- Morning, Princess.

- Where am I?

- Oh, you're in hell.

- Yeah, I dunno
what Abby told you.

But she's lost her mind.

- Yeah, you wouldn't be the
first to suggest it, but, uh,

I'm gonna have to give her
the benefit of the doubt.

- Christ.

- Chaplain, you gotta
keep up with us.

- What, now, now I think I lost

a bit of my hearing, Abby.

- Yeah, you'll
lose more than that

if you don't stay
on your toes, mate.

Cover us.

♪ Baby, I gotta go

♪ I gotta go

♪ Took too much,
can't take no more ♪

♪ I gotta go

♪ You play around all the time

♪ I gotta go

♪ Fell in love, been
messin' up my mind ♪

♪ I gotta go

(switch clicks)
(music cuts off)

(loud explosion)

(debris rattles)

- No, no, oh God,
please, God, no.

- Release him or
I'll shoot you both!

- No, no, no, no, just wait.

Wait one second, wait.

Let him go, let him go, let him-

(gun fires)

- No! No!

(more gun fire)
(Chaplain screams)

- Abby?

- I can get up, I can get up.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Abby.

(stammers) Abby.

Abby!

I don't wanna die.

(intense music builds)

- You and me.
- De-

- You and me, we're gonna
play a little game, okay?

And the game is called,

"You tell me how
you'd get outta here,

or I'll break your
fuckin' hand."

All right?

You like games?

It's real simple, see,
it goes like this.

(Tessa screams)

I say, "How would
you get outta here?"

And if you answer correct,
I give you a prize.

And if you answer wrong,
I break your fuckin' hand.

(Tessa whimpers)

Yeah, just like this.

(bones crack)
(Tessa screams)

Mmm, not fun (laughs).

Should we try the little guy?

Let's see, the pretty one here?

- No, no, no.
- Hm?

- [Miller] Should we try
this little pretty one here?

- [Tessa] Stop, no, no, stop!
- [Miller] All you gotta do

is tell me how you'd
get outta here.

No?

(Tessa screams)

- What's your exit strategy?

What's your fuckin'
exit strategy?

No?

Now, we're going
for number four.

(bones crack)
(Tessa screams)

- Uri, Hatchet has Chaplain.

Last seen leaving the rec room.

And Wesley's gone.

- What must we do?

They're on Level 2, moving
south, in your direction.

Shit, just lost them again.

- [Computer] 30
minutes remaining.

- [Uri] Stupid cameras.

(Chaplain yells)

(security device trills)
(door opens)

- No, no, no, please,
please, please.

(door crashes shut)

Help!

Help!

Help!

(keys clicking)

- Come on, come
on, where are you?

You shedim.

Crew quarters.

(high-pitched buzz)
Fuck!

Sorry, Abby, I've
lost vision again.

Last saw him at crew quarters.

I'll try to get system
back online, okay?

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

- Uri, he's not
here, talk to me.

- [Uri] I'm still trying to
get the system back online.

Hatchet on the
move, no Chaplain.

(door thuds)

- He's been in my room.

- [Uri] Abby.

I'll try and wake
up the sat phone.

Think it's our best shot.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you're fallin'
asleep on me.

Don't fall asleep, baby, you're
gonna miss the best part.

(laughs) Now we gotta
start on the other side.

(Tessa screams)

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Stop, I'll talk!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

I'm listening.

- You want Hatchet to leave?

Just give to him Farhan.

That's all he's here for.

- No shit, huh?

I knew that bastard
was withholding.

What does he want with Farhan?

- You really have
no idea, do you?

You're just a contractor.

We're pretty similar, you know?

- Well.

I hope they paid you up front,

'cause you sure as shit
ain't getting a success fee.

(Tessa whimpers)

(Tessa growls)

(window knocking)

(door slides open)

- Fuck.

(computer blips)

- Any luck on comms?

- I'm working on it.

We're going to need to patch
directly into the comms tower.

Might seem dodgy, should work.

- [Abby] Copy.

I can't figure out how the
hell Hatchet got to Tessa.

- Abby, Miller is
in Farhan's cell.

- Come on, buddy.

You and I are goin'
for a little walk.

- Fuck.

Miller, what's going on?

- [Tessa] Abby?

(Farhan groans)

(door slides)
Abby?

- What the hell
did you do to her?

(gun fires)
(Abby breathes frantically)

- We had a conversation,

she told me everything
I need to know.

We don't have time, I
need to take action.

- She was a prime asset!

- It doesn't matter, anymore.

It's us or them.

I'm in charge now.

- Give me your weapons.

- (chuckles) This
is not gonna happen.

All we need to do is
deliver Farhan to Hatchet.

Once he gets what he
came here for, he's gone.

And I, for one, will be right
behind the motherfucker.

- You can't just release
him into the wild.

- That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

Briggs, take her sidearm.

(Briggs swallows hard)

- This is mutiny.

- I'm sorry, Abby.

- You had your shot.

It's called doin' what it takes.

- Don't you touch me, you fuck.

- Gimme your comms,
hand 'em over.

- Fuck, Miller, seriously.

You're gonna bargain
with a psychopath.

- This is for your
own good, okay?

You'll thank me, eventually.

- You...

If all hatchet wanted was
Farhan, he would've taken him.

This situation is way more
complex than you realise.

- Ready?

- [Abby] You're
out of your depth.

- Let's go.

- [Abby] Miller?

Think about it, something
else is going on here.

- Come on, Buddy.
- [Abby] Miller, stop.

- We're off to see the wizard.

- You can't bargain
with Hatchet.

(chains rattle)
(Abby sighs)

(Abby screams)

Fuck!

(computer blips)

(Uri speaks foreign language)

(Chaplain prays quietly)

- [Audrey] Mom, look!

Look there, right
there, it's a crab.

Look, look!

Look, it's a crab,
it's got sand on it.

Can I hold it?

Please?

Pick it up for me.

- [Ryan] Audrey, what
are you doing over there?

- [Audrey] I wanna
get in the water.

(Ryan laughs)
- [Audrey] Quick, come on!

- [Ryan] Whoa!

- [Audrey] A crab, look, a crab!

- [Ryan] Okay.

- [Audrey] Can you
pick it up for me?

- [Ryan] Okay, I got it.
- [Audrey] It's moving.

It's moving. Ah!

(both laugh)

- [Audrey] Come on, Mom.

- [Ryan] Okay.

Hey, come on, babe, let's
pick up the crabs for Audrey.

Something's not adding up.

My contact just switched
locations for the meeting twice.

- Watch your back.

There's something big
happening this week.

- [Ryan] Still haven't
sent my intel to Langley.

Just gotta text with
the new location.

I gotta go to, doll, love you.

- I love you, too.

Be careful, Ryan.

(explosion)

Be careful.

I'm telling you, Silas,
Farhan confirmed it.

- [Silas] You sure he
isn't misleading you?

- I found a document,
that backs up his story.

It could not have been a bomber.

- [Silas] Does anyone
else know about this?

No, I haven't shared it yet.

I wanted to make
sure it checked out.

- [Silas] Send it to me.

This could be explosive if
it gets into the wrong hands.

- If this checks out, it means

the link to Kyzanghan puts
Hatchet's source in Ankara.

(pulsing music)

- Hatchet?

It's your lucky day.

(chains rattling)

I brought your guy.

Look, it's a simple trade, man.

No tricks.

You take Farhan,

we all get the fuck outta here.

- Abby, are you there?

I think I have a solution.

Half a solution.

What the fuck?

- Hatchet?

- If you don't want 'em, I'm
happy to waste 'em right now.

We doin' this?

(knife thuds)

(Hatchet grunts)
(gun shots)

(gun sliding)

(loud thud)

(chair crashes)

(punches landing)

(mug shatters)

(knife clangs)

(pot thuds)

(knife squelches)

(glass shatters)

(Miller gurgles)

(Miller grunts)

(Hatchet growls)

(Hatchet breathes heavily)

(dark string music)

(door sliding)

- Uri?

Oh, fuck.

- Sorry, Abby, what's
happened to you?

- Raymond's gone
rogue, he took Farhan.

- I'll kill him.

- We need comms.

Time's running out.

- I've managed to hack
something together.

- We gotta hurry.

- This should work
with the satellite.

- Nice.

- But you still need
to wire directly

to the cliff face antenna
before you make the call, okay?

- Let's go.

- What did you
tell him about me?

- Nothing, nothing.

(Farhan speaks foreign language)

- Good, good.

That's all I needed to know.

(knife stabbing)
(Farhan moans)

(Hatchet speaks
foreign language)

(loud thud)

(knife clangs)

(gun cocks)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Farhan.

- Oh, fuck.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

(Uri shouts)

- You noticing a pattern here?

- He's tying up loose ends.

- Yeah, and I think I know why.

I know I said I
wanted him alive.

I'm giving you the
okay to shoot on sight.

Fuck.

Let's get to the loading
dock, it our only way out.

(music quickens)

(security device trills)
- [Hatchet] Come on, come on.

(whistles) Come on,
let's go, come on.

- Okay, I'll head for
the radio antenna.

- Remember, wire directly
to the terminals.

(indistinct) we
should get a signal.

- What if I can't
call off the strike?

- Everything has a price.

And, if I go, I'll
take him down with me.

- I'll get to the comms.

(elevator slides)

(door bangs)

(music intensifies)

(Chaplain prays)
- Shhhh.

(knife cuts)

- Put this on.

Go on.

(Abby grunts)

(tape rips)

And this.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Put it on.

(elevator slides)

Comin' up, come on, up.

(rifle clicks)

(Abby pants)

(Abby grunts)
(door clunks)

When that door opens,

you run as if your life
depends upon it, you got that?

Okay?

Good luck.

(door hisses)

(rifle shot)

(another shot)

- Hatchet down.

I got him.

- Confirm the kill.

- No.

(gun shots)

Homestead, this is Citadel.

Watchman 2 calling.

Do you copy?

(gun shots)

(gun shots)

Homestead, I
repeat, do you copy?

(Abby breathes heavily)

(gun shots)

(gun slides)

(bone crunches)
(Uri screams)

(fists pounding)

(Hatchet groans)

- Homestead, this is Citadel.

Watchman 2 calling.

Do you copy?

- [Homestead] Watchman
2, this is Homestead.

Clearance code, over.

- My security code is
Juliet-Charlie-022455.

The detainment
facility is now secure.

Please abort drone
strike and confirm.

- [Homestead] Negative, Watchman
2, clearance code rejected.

Drone inbound.

- Oh God.

Homestead, I repeat.

Please abort drone
strike and confirm.

- [Homestead]
Negative, Watchman 2.

Board is unchanged.

(Uri growls)
(strikes land)

(Hatchet grunts)

- Come on!

(knife squelches)

(crowbar thuds)

You're no demon, are you?

You're just a man.

- Uri.

Uri?

(Uri grunts)

(crowbar squelches)

(body thuds)

(machinery whirring)

(suspenseful music)

- Show me your hands!

Slowly.

- Okay, okay.

- Put down the
C-4 and step away.

- Okay.

Okay, easy.

- Put it down!

- Easy.

Nice and easy.

- Stop moving.

Stop moving.

(Hatchet exhales)

(gun fires)
(Hatchet moans)

I said stop moving!

- Okay.

Fuck.

- The only thing that
got me through this

was knowing that I was gonna
be the one to find you.

That I would get all the answers

to the questions that
keep gnawing at me.

Farhan, he was set up so
that I'd bring you in here.

It was a drone
strike, wasn't it?

The attack at the hospital?

- Yes.

- 186 people died that day

because someone at the CIA
ordered a drone strike.

And I don't know if it was
intentional or a fuckup,

but Silas sent you
in to cover it up.

- Fuck.

What can I say?

Hey, the agency
assigned you your cases,

they assigned me mine.

They clearly didn't fuckin'
count on you uncovering this.

- They order you to murder
a base full of people.

- (laughs) Orders were
to remove the intel.

You think they give a fuck how?

- You're fucking
outta your mind!

And it's gonna end right here.

End fuckin' what?

Huh?

You think I'm the
only fuckin' Hatchet?

Yeah, I wasn't the first,

and I certainly won't
be the last, Abby.

Huh?

It was, it was a mistake to
assign you to this case, Abby.

Your report started the whole
fuckin' thing, you know?

And all that evidence
you're gathering,

hell, you think anyone
else gives a fuck about it?

(gun shot)

- Aww! Fuck!
- I've spent every hour

of every day wondering what
happened to them at the end.

And now you are
fucking gonna find out.

- Come on, Abby.

None of it fuckin' matters.

Come on, just,
you're not a killer.

Hey, I'll get Silas to
go along with our story.

We'll be each other's witness.

You think you just walk away?

Huh, there's
nowhere you can run.

There's nowhere you
can fuckin' hide!

They'll find you!

I won't die today!

I won't fuckin' die!

I am death, you hear me?

(door latches)

(wire sparks)
(loud explosion)

(drone whirring)

(door cracks open)
(Abby grunts)

Fuck.

(drone gyrates)

(music intensifies)

(missile ignites)

(missile hisses)

(device beeps)

(loud explosion)

(missile explodes)

(debris roars)

(light hopeful music)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(Abby sighs)

- [Soldier] We've
got a live one here.

Don't worry, we're
the good guys.

- [Lieutenant] What do
I file this under, sir?

- [Captain] What do you
file what under, Lieutenant?

- [Lieutenant] Understood, sir.

Over and out.

(slow dramatic music)

- Now I know the truth.

Who the real enemy is.

It was a mistake to
assign me to this case.

I'm their problem now.

The real monsters
are still out there.

And they have no
idea what's coming.

♪ I feel this drive
to run and hide ♪

♪ But feel this power
in the moonlight ♪

♪ A push and pull
to the other side ♪

♪ Double trouble hits my mind.

♪ But my soul, yeah
my soul, oh my soul ♪

♪ Is almost home

♪ So I press my heels
in the dirt and run ♪

♪ Instinct kissed
my setting sun ♪

♪ Shed my skin, ring in my ear

♪ My body shivers
left behind my fears ♪

♪ Letting go, letting
go, letting go ♪

♪ I'm almost home

♪ I got wolf blood

♪ I run on my own

♪ I got wolf blood

♪ I'm just better on my own

♪ I got wolf blood
running in my veins, ♪

♪ Lit by a flame that
I can't explain ♪

♪ I got wolf blood

♪ I'm just better on my own

♪ Washing my hands
in the open rain ♪

♪ Trying to shake
my silent pain ♪

♪ I hear a song
dead in the night ♪

♪ It calls upon my inner light

♪ So I know, oh I
know, oh I know ♪

♪ I'm almost home

♪ I got wolf blood

♪ I run on my own

♪ I got wolf blood

♪ I'm just better on my own

♪ I got wolf blood
running in my veins, ♪

♪ Lit by a flame that
I can't explain ♪

♪ I got wolf blood

♪ I'm just better on my own

♪ Breath of midnight,
breath of midnight, ♪

♪ It keeps me running,
it keeps me running ♪

♪ It keeps me hunting,
it keeps me hunting ♪

♪ Ohh, yeah, yeah

♪ Breath of midnight,
it keeps me running ♪

♪ It keeps me running,
it keeps me hunting ♪

♪ Hunting for more

(foreboding music)

(music throbs)

(music booms)

(music throbs)

(foreboding music intensifies)

(music quiets)

(determined music)

(music slows)

(music pulses)

(hopeful music)

(hopeful music continues)

(dramatic string music)

(dramatic music slows)

(heart-pounding music)

(music fades)