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(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

Gentlemen, my name is Colonel
Robert Evans Jefferson, Jr.

I'm 46 years old.

Of that 46,
26 years I spent

in this man's
United States Army.

The first 12 of them 26,
I spent training...

Training to kill you.

And do you know
why that is?

SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER)
No, sir!

Because at that time,
Russia was the sworn enemy

of the United States
government.

But time
brings about change.

And now it seems that
we're all getting along,
so to speak.

That is why we are here

in this high security-level
Russian facility

having ourselves
a friendly chat.

Now, for those of you
that don't know where we are,

this is the Russian-American
Joint Military
Operation Center.

RAMJO for short.

From here we can access
over 300 Russian and American

military satellites
and operation centers.

From here we will have
constant monitoring

of every aspect
of this mission.

And the target location
will be transmitted

directly to me so that
we can effectively

capture this...

This 85-foot, 12-ton...

Python.

Now, I know you've all been
briefed on the mission,

so I'll cut
straight to the chase.

The target's been located
about 300 klicks east of here

in a large cavern
in the Ural Mountains.

Sergeant Ivan Petrov here
and his men

will drive the creature
towards me and my boys.

We'll be waiting

with two R-500
stun guns.

The creature will then
be subdued and prepped

for transportation back
to the United States.

Now, our good old Uncle Sam
is gonna pay

the Russian government
a mighty pretty penny

for the safe retrieval

and transportation
of this creature back
to America.

So, I want to make one thing
perfectly clear.

From where I'm standing,
I see two potential
problems...

What is that, sir?

First of all,
I'm an American officer

commanding, uh,
Russian soldiers.

Is that a problem?

SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER) No, sir!
Outstanding.

The second is,
I'm a black man...

And I know ain't
no brothers in all the
Russian military, so...

It's too goddamn cold
for one.

Is that a problem?

SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER)
No, sir!

Outstanding.

I'll see you boys
in the chopper.

All right.
We're five minutes
from the drop zone.

Petrov, as soon as you
and your boys are ready,

I want you to drop down
straight through that eye

and drive that
son of a bastard right
into me and my boys' laps.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Now, listen up.

Small arms fire only,

unless there's
no other choice.

United States paid
for a live snake,

not a hamburger.

Am I clear?
SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER) Yes, sir!

Outstanding.

I'm really beginning
to like you boys.

PILOT:
Prepare for landing.

JEFFERSON:
Roger that, Captain.

Okay!

This one's by the numbers.

All right, let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Come on, let's go, let's go!

(DEVICE BEEPING)

I got the target
about one-half klick inside.

You should be directly
on top of it.

PETROV: We're moving in now.
(ROARING)

(GUNFIRE)

Petrov, what the hell
are you shooting at?

Petrov!

What in the hell
are you shooting at?

Located target,
but we are under attack!

(GROWLING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ROARING CONTINUES)

(EXPLOSION)
Petrov, what the hell
are you doing?

I asked you to drive
the thing toward us,
not blow it up.

I told you, Colonel,
we are under attack.

I've got a man pinned down.

RAMJO, this is Alpha One
requesting immediate
reinforcements.

Roger, Alpha One,
we have no authorization
for backup.

No authorization?
What the hell are you
talking about?

Sorry, Alpha One, our order
was to supply you

with one team
and to spot the target.

What you mean to say is
that's all you was paid to do.

Our order was to supply
with one team...
Alpha One out.

Cheap-ass CIA
and their budget cuts.

They'd let
all our asses perish if it'd
save them a buck or two.

(SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING)

(SNARLING)

What in the hell
is going on, Sergeant?

This thing just got
one of my men.

Now, you listen to me,
Sergeant, your government
is being paid $50 million

to deliver
a live a snake,
not a dead one.

If it's dead,
the price drops
to five million.

Do you honestly want me
to report back

that your actions here
is costing the Russian
government $45 million?

I don't think so!

(BEEPING)

Now, that thing is
200 meters ahead right
behind that there rock.

I want you to get two
of your men behind it,

and have them open up
with a series of explosions

and small arms fire only.

And drive it straight back
to me and my boys

waiting to give her
500,000 amps of pure power.

Yes, sir.

(PYTHON ROARS)

You, sir,
right here.

(PYTHON ROARING)

(ORDERS IN RUSSIAN)

(ROARING)

(ORDERS IN RUSSIAN)

Detonate your charges,
Sergeant.

They're too close!

Detonate your charges,
Sergeant!
That's an order!

(SOLDIERS YELL)

(SOLDIERS YELL)

(SCREECHING)

Fire!

Well, Sergeant,
looks like you made

your government
$50 million richer.

Russian soldiers
get 300 rubles
a month, Colonel.

Outstanding.

Alpha One,
you can send in
the pick-up team.

I've got one big snake
ready for departure.

Attempting emergency restart
on engine number one.

All right,
she's back on line.

This lightning has almost
fried every instrument
we have.

Shit. Get these people
on the horn.

Jesus!

(MUFFLED RADIO TRANSMISSION)

Stand by to declare
an emergency.

We're going to
have to divert.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

If we change course now,
we're gonna fly straight
into the Chechen DMZ.

And if we stay steady,
we're going to fly right into
the heart of this fucker.

Screw it.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

PILOT: (OVER RADIO)
Cargo, this is cockpit.
Do you copy, Doc?

Doc? Doc?

I copy.
Why are we turning?

What's your status?
We cannot divert.

Cargo status?

Doc, I need answers now!

Doc? Doc?

Do you copy, Doc?
Damn it.

(GRUNTS LOUDLY)

CO-PILOT:
Oh, shit! We have
SAMs inbound!

Three o'clock low.
Oh, shit.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is Highway Man
one-tag-six declaring
a state of emergency!

We are under attack!

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

CO-PILOT:
Mayday! Mayday!
Mayday! Mayday!

Mayday! Mayday!

This is Highway Man
one-tag-six.
We are under attack!

(ALL CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I think I got someone.

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

Forget it.

(BEEPING URGENTLY)

(SCREAMING)

A report?
Chechens, most definite.

Get on the radio
to Air Command.

Get the latest
on any missing planes.

Sir...

I think you need
to see this, sir.

ZUBOV: American.

Sir, over here.

Captain, call in
a transport team now.

(LAUGHING)

Here you go, Vlade.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

They're staring
at your ass again.

I know.

I hate that.

I know.

Remember the money.

I know.

AZIZ: Mr. Stoddard,
it's a pleasure
to see you

and your
lovely wife again.

(LAUGHTER)
I'll bet it is.

You have all of my cargo?
I sure do.

I'll be right down.

Asshole.

Exquisite.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You've outdone yourself,
Mr. Stoddard.

I'm impressed.

Did you have any trouble
with the authorities?

No. Let's just
wrap this up, Aziz.

You know,

your wife looks
exceptionally
lovely today.

So, we're good?

What is this?

We agreed
US dollars.

$10,000 US.
We had a deal, Aziz.

Perhaps you should
register a complaint,
Mr. Stoddard.

With who,
I do not know.

Pack it up!
We're out of here.

AZIZ: The cargo
will stay with me.

Take what I've offered you
and leave, now.

Put this back in my crate
on your way out.

Hey, Stoddard!

I'll throw in a thousand
for a night with your wife.

US dollars.

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

No. Back off.

Back off.
Hey, hey, hey.
Easy, guys. Easy.

Aziz!

Mr. Larson.

I'm sorry,
I hope I didn't
break anything.

No problem.

How much
does he owe you?

How much?
He's been paid...

$10,000 US.

(STAMMERS)

There you go.

What's this?
It's a check.

NALIA: Who are you?

You owe me $10,000.

I think I can arrange that.
I'm sure you can.

(STAMMERING)
Yeah, let's go inside.

You should
have said 20.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

LARSON: Aziz is a...
Well, he's a schemer,

but we sometimes have
to do business with him.

NALIA: Thanks again.
I mean, for the check.

Hey, it's the least
I can do.

I didn't just
give you $10,000,
all right.

I've sought you out.
I have a proposition
for your company.

STODDARD:
Okay, why us?

Well...

Emil!

Uh, why you?
Well, because I'm
on a deadline,

and you're the only
game in town.

Before I get into this,
Nalia, are you still
a Russian citizen?

NALIA: Yes. Why?

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)
(SCREAMING)

LARSON: All right,
listen up, guys.

A couple
of days ago we had
an American plane

go down
in eastern Russia,
a cargo plane.

Fortunately for us,
some of the locals
investigated it.

It didn't take them
long to determine that
the plane was American,

so they reported it
to the authorities.

NALIA: Were there
any survivors?
LARSON: No, I'm afraid not.

Fortunately, the cargo
did survive.

They took it to
a military base near
Volgodonsk,

and we need to
go pick it up.

How big is your cargo?

Big enough that
I need your truck
and your services.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

So what does this have
to do with my Russian
citizenship?

Merci.

Russian customs.

It's easier to get freight
in and out of Russia

if the shipping company
isn't foreign.

$100,000 US.

Upon delivery
of goods to Munich.

We'll take the cargo back
by air to the States.

I need an answer now.
I got no time.

(CHUCKLES) So this
is the hard sell?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, real hard sell.
$100,000
of a real hard sell.

Sounds pretty good
to me.

I think I'm gonna...
Ahem. Two hours.

Two hours.
Okay.

I'll be at the Ottoman.
Do you know where that is?
Mmm-hmm.

Two hours. $100,000.
Think about it.

What the hell was that?
Grab the baseball.

(LAUGHING) Nalia.

Have you ever seen
anything like it?

Never.

DOCTOR: We're getting
contradictory readings
from it.

I'm hesitant about
proceeding further

before we know
what it is.

(BUZZING)
ASSISTANT: The kinetic sensors
are tripping.

I'm detecting
movement inside!

I do not want
that opened yet.

(THUDDING)

The harm's
been done, Doctor.

Let's have a look.

Go.

(SIZZLING)
(SCREAMING)

(HISSING)

Fire!

Fire!

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

So, what's your problem?
Don't you think it sounds
a little strange?

What?
Larson.

Showing up like that
with a check.

I don't trust him.

All right,
let's have it.

It doesn't make sense.

No one has luck like this,
especially us.

I just don't think
his story sounds right.

Great, honey.
You want me to pass up
on a $100,000 contract,

guaranteed by
the US government,

because my wife doesn't
think it sounds right?

(SCOFFS)
Who hands someone
a check for $10,000?

Hey, the check
was good.

Maybe he needs
our services really bad.

(SCOFFS) That badly?
At least he's American.

(GROANS)

And all Americans
are honest, right?

$100,000.

You know what
we could do with that?

We could quit
this shipping crap.

I could take you out
of here.

I could take you to...
Where?

America?

What is the point
of US dollars after all

if we can't use them
in the US?

What happened...

What I did,

it's not something
you just get over.

You know why.

Quit punishing
yourself.

You're a good man.
That's why I love you.
(SIGHS)

You have to let
the past go.

(SIGHS)

Nalia...

We have to do this
for us.

Please.

All right.

I will do this
with you.

But you have
to promise me.
Hmm?

Promise me we'll go
to America.

(GROANS)
A-ha-ha.

Okay.

Let's go home.
Hmm.

(BECKONING)

Hey, puppy.
(DOG WHIMPERS)

Well...

I take it this means
we're in business.

Yeah, I guess it does.

Nalia.
That's my loader,
Vlade.

Vlade, nice to meet you.

I brought
a little extra help
for you, too.

How big did you say
this cargo was?

It's big.
I'll help you.

Matthew Coe. Hi.

Here's a map.
I highlighted the route
on there.

If you follow us,
there shouldn't be
any problems.

And cell phone.

Push send,
it'll get me direct.

And finally, papers.
Bills of lading.

You guys have
your passports, right?

Yeah, we do.

Something the matter?

Those are some big boys.

They look more
like bodyguards.

Yeah, we, uh, genetically
enhance our employees
to increase productivity.

I'm kidding. (LAUGHS)

Uh, Greg, I need
some information
on the cargo sizes.

Greg.

How you doing?
Dwight Stoddard.

We know who you are.
I love baseball.

I saw you playing
in New York.

What a career.
Now you're here.

Let's get rollin'.

Dwight?

Hey, is everything
all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

STODDARD:
I think you're right
about these jokers.

NALIA: Well, we had
no problems with customs.

Are you still feeling
confident with all this?

I don't know. (SIGHS)

I kind of like
to check out the team
before I sign up.

But $100,000.

Maybe they're not
so bad.

LARSON:
Here we go.

The data's
coming through now.

The compound
is low security.

We should be able
to move in

and secure the base
without any problems.

Get my cargo.

They won't
be expecting us.

(BEEPING)

There's two entry points
to the sub-levels.

We'll take care
of both of them.

If anything goes wrong,
we'll use them as
a fallback area.

We won't need
a fallback area.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Hopefully.

Hopefully.

We're here.

Now what?
Well, where is everyone?

Turn on your phone,
please?

Morning.

(BEEPING)

So, what is the problem?

Nobody seems to be
at the gate.

All right.
We're going to go inside
and check things out.

You wait in the
truck, all right?
Let's go!

Follow us inside.

How long till we get
to work?

LARSON:
I'll let you know.
(VAN ENGINE STARTS)

Anybody else starting
to get a bad feeling
about this?

Are they really sneaking
onto a Russian military base?

Just keep
telling yourself...

$100,000.

It's not a corporate
kind of package.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, ladies,
secure the entry points.

Find my cargo.

Anything out
of the ordinary,
you report it.

What the fuck is this?

Nothing that is going
to affect your job, Stoddard.

Who are you people?
Don't fuck with me, Larson.

You tell me
what's going on,

or I'll wheel
my truck out of here
faster than...

(GUN COCKS)
Is there any problem?

Stoddard,
this cargo is extremely
important to us.

So don't fuck with me,
all right?

So, what? Are you going
to invade Russia?

We're getting what's ours
and we're leaving.

Prep your damn truck.

(SCOFFS)

COE: All right.
Let's split up.
You two this way.

Keruptkot, follow me.

LARSON: (OVER RADIO)
Crawley, status?

CRAWLEY: Nothing.
Nothing at all.

There is no one here.
The place is deserted.

LARSON:
What?

COE:
I'm getting the same, Larson.
This place is cleared out.

LARSON:
Continue sweeping the area.

Crawley, move
to the south entrance.

Everybody, stay sharp.

All right, copy that.

I don't know
what the hell
they're doing.

I can't see anything
from here.

Well, I got to take a piss.
But Larson said we
should stay here.

I got to go, Nalia.

(SCOFFS)

Hey, don't let Larson
get to you that way.

Let's just finish this job
and get out of here.

Okay?

LARSON: Crawley, report.

The place looks deserted.

Moderate damage
to the complex.

There has been
fighting here.

No KIAs.

LARSON: Copy that.
Hold your position.

Oh, no.

Hey, hey, hey.
I just got to take
a leak.

Do it and then get back
with the truck.

We're not ready
for your help yet.

No.

(THUNDERCLAP)

COE:
Finish your sweep.

Make contact
when you've found
the entrance.

Copy.

COE: Larson.

Larson, let's go.

Larson?

Let's go.

(POUNDING)

(POUNDING CONTINUES)

Dwight. What are you doing?

I lost my temper.
With the truck?

You moron.

I'm sorry I got you
into this.

It will be okay.

The adventures
you take me on.

It's like being married
to a gypsy.

You got to see this.

The bunker's
a primary entrance.

Clive, what's
your position?
CLIVE: Finishing our sweep.

Meet us at
the main bunker.

Shit.

We found the secondary
entry point.

It looks like
an old missile bunker.
LARSON: Copy.

Stand by.
He said, "Stand by."

What the hell
happened here?
(GASPS)

I don't know.

Definitely
a missile room.

Fuel down here.

I found the access.

(HISSING)

COE: Copy that.
Head for the main bunker.

Maybe Chechens
could have done this.

Let's get back
to the truck.

(PYTHON SNORTING)

Whoa!

I got a dead guy.

LARSON: McEwen,
quit playing around
and move.

(HISSING)

(ROARS)
(SCREAMS)

(SCREECHING)

Vlade!
Where you going?

Come in!
Check on the civilians.

Vlade, get the fuck
out of there!

What the hell was that?
I don't give a shit,
we're out of here!

Nalia, get back
to the truck.

Damn it, Stoddard,
I told you to wait
at the truck!

Can't you follow
simple instructions?

I said I will call you.

See you later, Larson.
Vlade.

You stupid
son of a bitch.
Shit.

COE: Boyer,
we just lost McEwen.

(STATIC)
...get back here
on the double.

I don't copy,
say again.

(BROKEN DIALOGUE, STATIC)

(HISSING)

(SCREAMING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CRASHING)

Nalia, are you okay?
Yeah.

What the hell happened?
I don't know.

(PANTING)

Did you see
what did this?

No.
You didn't see
anything?

No.

What the hell happened
to my truck?

(AUTODIALING)

Yeah, this is Larson.
Our friend is out of the bag.

This mission's a scrub.

Come and get us.
MAN: Negative.

Find capsule and retrieve
the sample for DNA...

Did you hear me
say the fucking
snake is out?

The DNA is now
your mission priority.

Larson, the clock
is ticking.

You're free to go.
STODDARD: Free to go?

Go where? How?

Away from here.
I don't care how.

That's not my problem.

Here you go.
Paid in full.

We were supposed to pick up
a military weapon, weren't we?

We can't get in there.

Secondary entrance
is now closed for good.

Larson.

Go ahead.

That's a negative
on the second entrance.
Copy that.

Your man's dead.

Copy that.

Did you see it?
Problem, Coe?

No.

They want us
to get the DNA.

Meet me at
the primary entrance.

What are we
supposed to do?

Get the hell
out of here.

We can't stay here.

All right, look.
I'm sorry I got you
into this situation.

But I'm telling you
right now,

if you tag along,
I'm not responsible
for you.

There he is.
You lose.

I don't fucking
believe it.

He's more resilient
than you gave him
credit for.

CRAWLEY:
He quit the major leagues,
I figure he'd quit here.

COE:
He almost killed a guy.

Maybe he had his reasons
for leaving.

CRAWLEY: What did he do?
COE: He hit a guy in his head

with a 100 miles-per-hour
fastball.

On purpose?

That's the unanswered
question.

Ready?
COE: Let's do it.

It looks like
somebody had
a nice little fire fight.

Yeah, no shit.

The access hatch
to the lower levels
is on the far side.

Let's keep moving.

(SCREECHING)

What was that...
Shh.

(WHISPERS) Not a word.

Follow me.

Where is it?

I don't know.
Where is what?

What?
Shh.

LARSON: Hold your fire!
Oh, shit!

(NALIA GASPS)
LARSON: Shit!

Hello, bitch.

(SCREECHING)

Let's go!
Let's go!

What was that?

What the fuck was that?
That was your cargo.

You guys aren't afraid
of snakes, are you?

STODDARD: We're heading out!
VLADE: We've got to
get out of here!

Fuck!

Let's go, let's go!
(GUNFIRE)

Ammo!

Oh, shit!

Come on, Nalia.

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GUNFIRE STRIKING PYTHON)

(ROARS)
(GASPS)

Vlade, no!

(YELLING)

Come on!
Come on!

Ahhh!

(SIZZLING)
No! Vlade!

(SCREAMING)

(YELLS)

(SCREAMING)

(VLADE SCREAMING)

Go, go, go, go.

I can't see.

I can't see.
Let me see your eyes.

Let me see your eyes.

The blindness
will wear off.

Come on.

It'll wear off.
No lasting damage.

No lasting damage?
What about Vlade?

Was that
no lasting damage?

Well, now what?

COE: There's another
entry point.

Worse from here.
Blown to shit.

It's still on fire.

Once it goes out,
we can go through.

Yeah, once the fire
goes out.

What about the cell phone?
Can't you call someone?

COE: It looks like Russians
tried to set up barricade.

Yeah...

To keep him in or out?

NALIA:
Maybe there's people
still alive down there.

Hey...

Here. A bullet
is chambered.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

Anybody read Russian?

COE: Fucking perfect.

It's too blurry.

Save your eyes.

We'll make
an educated guess.

You really did
your homework,
didn't you, Larson?

This way.

Check out the next room.

I'll be in here
for a while.

Ah, it hurts.

She'll be all right.
Give it an hour or two.

I found these blueprints
in the storage room.

Any way out?
Ventilation duct.

Too small.
Forget it.

I'll be right back.

What the fuck is that?

The cargo.

Are you ever gonna
give me a straight
fucking answer?

I'm CIA.

From now on,

you can call me
Special Agent Larson.

MAN: You got in? Great!
I got in.

I'm about the only
living person that's seen
this thing in action.

This is how your cargo
was being transported.

(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUNNING)

LARSON: Sir, there...

There are warning signs
all over this thing.

I... I don't think
this is such a good idea.

MAN: You've got my permission.
Open it up.

We had a plane go
down just like this
back in the States.

A little town called Ruby.

This isn't a racing circuit,
Cooper.

LARSON: I was a cop
there at the time.

(GUN FIRES)
Got all sucked up in
this thing just like you have.

The, uh, specimen,
a fucking snake,
survived the crash

and started feeding
on the locals.

She's a military
experiment,

a genetic freak.

Acid-spitting, intelligent,
and damn near bulletproof.

A perfect weapon.

Company sent in some agents
to neutralize her,
but they got killed too.

(HOWLING)

She almost got me.

But I got lucky.

We killed her,
and believe me,
that's not easy to do.

(EXPLOSION)

Since I was a cop,
the government drafted me

into the Agency to keep
a lid on things.

Now, I'm pretty much the only
authority on the matter.

Now I'm gonna gather us
a bio-sample,

and get us
the hell out of here.

Let someone else
finish this job.

How will someone else
finish it?

I can only guess.

So now you know
the whole, ugly truth.

Now, tell me something,

did you really
try and kill Phillips?

I mean, everybody knew you had
a hard-on for each other,

but was keeping a win
that important to you?

Was keeping your career
that important to you?

If so, maybe you and I
have more in common
than you think.

Where is Larson?

He found what's left
of his cargo.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Larson, go.
MAN: The failsafe
has been activated.

What? I got the DNA.
Give me some time down here.

Your ETA is now
two hours and 26 minutes.
Good luck.

We need to check out
the escape route.

It's gotta be down
the other passageway
near the intersection.

LARSON:
We're gonna find
a way out of here.

You wait here,
let's go.
COE: Come on.

Looks like the Russian
missile silos.

Maybe we
should play dead.

Play dead,
we'll be dead.

They activated
the failsafe.
Shit.

What the...
It's a way out.

Whoa!
The fire's still
going strong.

We'll have
to extinguish it.

Crawley,
come in.

I'm here.

I need the other C-4.

We're going to blow
through these flames.

What about
our civilians?

Have them stay there.
We'll come back for them.
Let's go.

Stay with her.

This is going
to take a while.

You need a bath.
I know.

Do you remember
the first time we had
a bath together?

(CHUCKLES) Your father
kicked in the door.

He thought you were trying
to have your way with me.

I was.

What are you thinking of?

Vlade.

I'm sorry I didn't
listen to you.

Shh...
(LOUD CRASH)

Dwight?
Shh.

I'm right here.
Don't you leave me.

No, I'm just gonna go
to the door.

I'm just gonna go
to the door. It's okay.

(GRUNTS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

NALIA: Dwight?

Dwight?

What is it?

What is it?

Are you all right?

Dwight, what's wrong?

(GROWLS)

Who are you?

And why are you here?

(CHOKING)
Did you bring this
hell to my base?

No, no, please.

(GASPS)

How did you
get in here?

(GRUNTS)

How did you get
in here?

Dwight!

(GRUNTS)

Nalia, are you all right?

You son of a bitch.

Goddamn it, Nalia.

Stay down!
(GUNSHOT)

I told you
not to leave me.

Sorry.

Get up!

Who the hell
are you?

I am Colonel Zubov,

the commanding officer
of this base.

What happened here?

Use your eyes,
American.

The snakes you bastards
dropped on my country
did this.

We didn't drop shit.

What does
he mean "snakes"?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(HISSING)

(SCREAMING)

Crawley, hang on to that C-4!
I need that C-4!

Fuck!

Son of a bitch.

(ROARING, HOWLING)

Crawley's dead,

there's another
snake out there.

We know.
You know?

(CHUCKLES) Great.

Okay, our way
is blocked out by fire.

We need C-4 to blast
through the flames.

We need the C-4
from the van.

How are we going
to get up there?

Ventilation ducts.

Who the hell's he?

Zubov. He's the commanding
officer of this base.

What did you say?

Ventilation ducts.

They are too small.
Nobody can fit in there.

She can.

Forget it.
No way!

It's our only chance,
Stoddard.

No.

If she doesn't,
we're all dead.

Listen to me,

the government's gonna
deny any of this
happened, all right?

They're sending in planes.
We're living on borrowed time.

She stays here.

Okay.
Okay, fine.

Let's stop wasting
time arguing about this.

We'll all be dead
in two hours.

Anybody know
any good church hymns?

You know any good
church hymns?

I'll go.

I'm not letting
you do this.

You can't even see.

I don't think
I have a choice.

How are you doing?

I hate you.

Clear on what
you're doing?

Be careful.

Oh, God!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Larson, go.

MAN: The project has
been moved to black.

What? Black project?
Why is it black?

MAN: Satellite indicates
the Soviets are advancing.

The project is now black.

Who else is
down there with you?

LARSON: I have civilians
down here, why?

MAN: We've received reports
from hard-line transmissions
coming from your area.

Nobody's using
an inside line.
(BEEPS)

Who's making calls
down here?

What about
the Russian?
Shit.

The world will
know of this.
I've told them.

(GRUNTS)

Well, that was a stupid
fucking thing to do.

Larson!

You're going to start
murdering now, too?

Piece of shit.

Fuck.

You piece of shit.

It's black.

No evidence,
no witnesses.

(NALIA PANTING)

(GASPS)

They're coming.

How much time
have we got?

LARSON: Hour...
(WATCH BEEPS)

Maybe less.

KERUPTKOT: (OVER RADIO) Wires
run to end of the tunnel.
Still no sign of snakes.

Copy. Stand by.

It's all up
to your wife now.

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(SNARLS)

(HOWLS)

(YELLS)

(YELLS)

(PANTING)

(SNARLS)
(GASPS)

(NALIA SCREAMS)

STODDARD: Nalia!

It's coming.

Keruptkot.
KERUPTKOT: Standing...
Standing by.

We are on our way.
Copy that.

Stoddard, did you try
to hit that batter?
What?

Come on,
tell me the truth?
Did you?

I choked, man.
It was an accident.

Just in case,
if you don't know,

he's okay.
He can walk again.

I thought you should know.

PILOT: (OVER RADIO)
Entering Russian airspace.

No contacts,
proceeding on course.

(PYTHON SNARLS)

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me!

(PYTHON HOWLS)

(GRUNTS)

NALIA: Dwight! Dwight!

Come on.

(GUNFIRE)
(NALIA SCREAMS)

Come on!

LARSON: Throw up the C-4!
(PYTHON SQUEALS, ROARS)

STODDARD: No!
(NALIA SCREAMS)

No!

Ahhh!

No!

Go!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

PILOT: Four minutes
to Square Base.

This is Larson.
The game is not over.
Reset the clock.

Repeat... Fuck!

This is Larson,
reset the clock.
The game is not over.

Repeat, reset... Fuck!

This is Larson...
Don't you fucking
hang up on me!

What happened?

Are we ready?

Yeah.
Finish your job.

(GUNSHOT)

PILOT: Two minutes.
All right, baby,
let's move it on in.

Descending now
to 2,000 feet.

STODDARD:
Thanks for waiting, asshole.

Oh, good,
you're here.

Will you hand me
that C-4?

Thanks.

NALIA: No! No!
(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Why?

Why?

Black project,
no evidence.

That was my job.
You bastard.

I'm sorry.
Truly, I am...

Sorry.
(GRUNTS)

(EXPLOSION)

(YELLS)

No!

Put that down!
No!

Put it down!
No!

Put it down
or you're going
to blow us up!

Put the fucking gun
down! Put it down.
Tell her to put it down!

Put it down,
we'll all get out of
here alive! I promise!

Put that down.
Hey, don't push that button.

Don't push
that fucking button.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Okay? We're friends,
right? All right.

We're all going to
get out of here okay.
Put that down, okay.

Don't push that button.
You're not going to
make it, Larson.

(HISSING)

(GRUNTING) No!

(GROANING)

Go, go, go.
LARSON: (STRAINING) Please.

(ROARS)

(GRUNTS)

Call! Nalia, call!

Nalia, call!

Come on. Come on!
(BEEPING)

Are you all right?
Yeah! Come on!

PILOT: Bombs away.

STODDARD: Come on!
The other snake is coming!

(ROARING)

(SCREECHING)

(BOTH GASPING)

All right.
You win, baby.

Win what?

We're going home.
(CHUCKLES)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)