All language subtitles for ang-Attila [2013] HDRip XViD-ETRG

[ orchestra playing ]

In the fifth century,

a group
of nomadic warriors

ruled and ravaged
the European continent.

The Huns,
as they were called,

were led by a man
named Attila.

( screams )

Attila's personal Hun army

rarely needed weaponry
in battle.

They were the weapons.

[ army yelling ]

[ screams ]

[ girl screaming ]

[ yells ]

Their strength and agility
were legendary,

and their enemies
were no match

for the Huns
sheer brute force.

Thus, every battle
was a victory.

Sumatra Sulawesi was
one of Attila's sons

and his most skilled
and talented assassin.

He protected
his brother Batel

when he was in trouble.

And when a battle
was all but lost

or the loss of men
imminent,

Sumatra quickly
evened the odds.

While Attila's power
and riches were endless,

his ultimate prize was
to possess the staff of Moses.

Prophecies foretold
of the staff's power
to raise the dead.

Other myths promised
incredible riches,

invincibility
and immortality

for anyone
who wielded the staff.

A ritual was performed
to bestow upon his warrior sons

the dark power of the staff.

Then the glorious staff
was broken...

into three pieces.

To ensure its power
was kept hidden,

Attila scattered
the staff's pieces
across the globe.

The map and instructions
on locating them

were safely protected
and guarded

by his Huns forever.

[ helicopter whirring ]

[ crickets chirping ]

Keep your eyes open.

Yes, Captain.

Captain, if you were
in heavy battle

and you knew you
were going to have
your dick shot off

or lose your arm,
which will
you choose?

I'd keep my arms.

You can't
fight the enemy
with your dick.

Although I'd hate
to have my dick shot off.

MAN:
I found it.

I found it.
It's right here.

Not even close.

It's upside down.

No wonder they kicked you
out of the Foreign Legion.

That's it.

All right, guys,
let's do this.

[ gasps ]

That's a warning.

Warning, my ass.

Whoa!

Watch yourself.

[ metal jangles ]

You know what it says?

What?

"Get the fuck
out of here."

No, I think it says,

"Sleep is an illusion.

Death is a dream,"

something like that.

Scavenger found.

Need hardware
for containment.

Send in the birds.

Private, make sure
that crate's secure.

Pilot, send a rope down.

We need to get
the rest of my men.

Where you going, pilot?

My team's down there.

Another bird
is on the way.

Orders are to protect
the package.

Negative.

We're not leaving
without them.

You land this thing,
and pick 'em up.

Captain, I have orders,
and so do you.

Golden team,
send other bird

to pick up scavenger's
other pieces.

They'll be fine.

Oh, so you're
back for us.

Okay, let's get
out of here.

You're two
very brave soldiers.

You served
your country well.

It's never
a good thing
to know too much.

But incidentally,
Ms. Nicks,

it's, "Sleep is
a doorway.

Death is a dream."

Close, very close.

But what does that
have to do with anything?

You two ask
way too many questions.

I thought you were
coming back for us.

No. We are
the cleanup crew.

Meat.

[ both groan ]

Nicks, Yorn, copy.

Yorn, Nicks, copy.

Yorn, copy.

NICKS:
Captain, help me.

Turn around.

Turn around!
That's a fucking order!

Sorry, Captain.

Their bird
was shot down.

They didn't
make it out alive.

[ knife slices ]
[ gasps ]

Well, Captain,
I understand

that, uh,
congratulations
are in order.

By God, you want
something done,

you send in
the best,
huh? Ha ha!

Think the best
would have gotten the men
home alive, sir.

Yeah, I heard
about that.

I'm very sorry.

Have the families
been notified yet?

Uh, not that
I'm aware of, no.

I'd like to do that.

Gladly.
All right, sure.

What the hell is that?

Something that
was fused to it

a long time ago.

Pry it off.

Actually,
we may want to be
more careful.

This is
an exceptional find.

We--We could learn
a lot from it.

Stop wasting my time.

But, General,

this is the remain
of a Nomad...

a warrior
from the days
of Attila the Hun.

You see,
they altered
their bodies

to become
ultimate weapons.

They were
great protectors
and fierce warriors.

This is a rare find,
indeed.

Professor,
I don't give a shit

what it is
or where it's been.

Now, you can pry it off,

you can fry it off,
or you can fuck it off.

Okay? I don't care.

Just clean it up,
and do it quickly,

and when you're done,
you and the good doctor here

can play with it
all you want.

Gladly.

A-Affirmative.

Good.

Scholars and scientists,

disgraced archeologist.

When are you
going to learn

that the military's job
is profit and war,

and science, that's
somebody else's luxury

Get out of the way.

Does he really
think you'd fuck it?

Come on.

Even I have
my standards.

So, um, what do you
want me to do with it?

Do you want me
to dispose of it?

No.

You don't pry,
fry, or fuck

an archeological
find like this.

Do your best
not to damage it.

The General
knows the deal.

He gets my expertise

in his little
treasure hunts,

his personal crusades,

and we get
full military support

on my
archeological digs.

It's up to us

to preserve and learn
from the past.

The General is
not interested in that.

History will thank us.

The bombing commenced
several days ago,

and the rebel forces
have dispersed.

However,
there is still no trace

of Urianian dictator
Alsa Gahan,

who is said to have gone
into hiding six weeks ago,

when the U.S. military
first took action here.

Alsa Gahan is said
to have been responsible

for the deaths
of over 163 people.

This is Anna Falcon
for BNN News.

Well, well, well.

Overall,
I would have to say

that was
a resounding success.

[ sniffs ]

Except we didn't
catch the bad guy,

and I lost two
of my best soldiers.

[ sighs ]

You did your job,
and you did it well.

What was my job?

I've done so many
of these expeditions,

I've lost track
of their purpose.

Are you
questioning me?

No, sir.

I just
find it ironic

that I've lost
more men doing this

than I have
on the battlefield.

Every decision
carries with it
a great deal of risk,

casualties of war.

This isn't war, sir.

We're creating
chaos where there
should be none.

I am disappointed,
Captain.

You are not seeing
the big picture here.

You have found
what could be

the missing piece
of the puzzle

that is going
to give us victory

of becoming the only
dominant global power.

Any leads on Gahan?

Oh, Gahan?
He's in a rathole somewhere.

Don't worry. We'll find
that little bastard

if we have to bomb

every terrorist shit-hole
across the world.

And what then?

We blame him
for the problems we create,

and we go home
like heroes.

I didn't
sign up for that.

I give the orders,

and you obey!

That's why
I'm requesting
a transfer, sir.

I've completed
your missions.

I'm done.

Your request is denied.

Why?

I need a delivery.

And then?

And then
I will consider

giving you
your transfer.

[ chuckles ]

Hmm.

[ grunts ]

[ yelps ]

[ gasping ]

[ chuckles ]

[ energy crackles ]

[ indistinct whispering ]

Get out!

Get the fuck out!

Now get the fuck out.

Get the fuck out!

This was designed
by a craftsman.

There are
no visible hinges,

and it's unclear
where the opening is,

but there is this space...

for a key.

I had the computer
work up specs

on what might open it.

I, uh, crudely
fabricated this, but--

Then let's use it.

There was a "but."

That's why
you don't touch shit.

To continue,

this is a work of art.

With the first key
broken off,

the second key
should fit in

and unlock
the mechanisms perfectly.

What's wrong?

I'm waiting
for a "but."

If you put the key in,
that's it.

You want
to do the honors?

Oh, I think you've
got it covered.

You don't think
I'd do this

unless I was absolutely
sure it was, uh...

safe. Heh.

Not funny.

You're still
in one piece,
aren't you?

Well, that's
a good thing
for both of us.

[ chuckles ]

[ chuckles ]

That's it?

All that work for
a gold-plated stick?

[ beep ]
Oh, it's not just any stick.

It happens to be
the missing piece

to the staff of Moses.

That staff was destroyed

when the Babylonians
tore down Solomon's Temple.

That was
the general belief,

but myth and
reality are sometimes
very separate things.

[ laughs ]
Wouldn't it have
been easier

to find
the Holy Grail?

We obtained that
during World War II.

[ sighs ]

Bring it closer.

Great work.

Let's get this thing
into safekeeping.

Fleetwood, prep your men
at the Cube.

I've assembled a team
to transport it there.

You two do
whatever it is you do

with the rest
of the stuff.

[ beep ]

I hate it
when he does that.

What we have here
is the kind of thing

that could shake up
the scientific community,

l-let alone theology.

This is divine,

eternal,

the mother lode.

And it's for us
to protect it,

not to have.

But it could be ours.

Eventually.

I'm sorry, Professor,
but when you have

what shouldn't exist
in your grasp,

nothing else matters.

We only have
a piece of it.

This is bigger
than all of us.

Besides, you realize
the military
owns you

now that you
have become a part

of their
little project.

Nobody owns me.
I'm freelance,

and I have the 1099
to prove it.

The General trusts you.

Otherwise, he wouldn't
have told you this much.

What would he do
if he didn't trust me?

Costa Rica.

And it wouldn't be
for a vacation either.

Keep an eye
on the doctor.

The plans have changed.

Costa Rica?

Not yet.

Costa Rica.

I can go to Costa Rica
if I want to go
to Costa Rica.

Be a vacation.

[ thump ]

[ alarm blaring ]

[ screaming ]

[ gurgling ]

[ alarm blaring ]

[ alarm quiets ]

Whoa!
Whoa!

[ growling ]
[ screams ]

[ gasps ]

OFFICER:
Stay alert.

Keep your eyes open.

I don't know, boss.

Just be ready.

I don't know
about this, boss.

You got the big gun.
Don't worry.

Jonesy, want you
to take point.

Whoa. [ screams ]

[ rifles firing ]

[ soldiers grunting ]

Stop!

[ gasping ]

There's a breach
in sector 12.

Heavy casualties.

Do we know
who did this?

Not yet, General.
We're sending in
a separate team now.

All right, make sure
that they know

the intruder does
not leave the base.

Yes, sir.

And bring me Vito!

Stand back there, buddy.

Captain.

[ gunfire ]

[ gunfire stops ]

What the fuck?!

Apparently
he doesn't like visitors.

Then why don't we
leave him alone?

Because
he gets results.

[ gunfire resumes ]

[ gunfire stops ]

He's out of bullets.
Let's go.

The General
needs to see you.
It's urgent.

Get the fuck
out of here!

Now!

We need to take you
to the General now.

You're not real.

Time to go.

On your feet, soldier.

Yes, Professor.

Professor, listen.

Eh, get ahold
of yourself.

Okay.

All right.

Uh, look...

Poor baby.

Now what happened?

I--

There was--I...

It was a monster.

A monster?

Professor, listen,
I tried--

Okay, calm down.

You can tell me
all about it later.

[ beep ]

Everyone's dead,

including
Buckingham.

So give me the bad news.

The Project
Genesis has
been compromised.

The staff
and the Nomad
were taken.

If we had a breach,

it had to come
from the doctor's side

or yours.

My men wouldn't cross me.

Give the order.

The intruder is still
in the building.

Make sure that everyone,
including your boy,

don't let it escape.

[ beep ]

So, Meat...

tell me
about this monster.

[ gasps ]

There he is!

[ electricity crackles ]
[ growling ]

[ gunfire ]

[ growls ]

[ roars ]

[ electricity crackles ]

Tough luck.

He should be dead.

First team activated!

So you're trying
to tell me this thing
came back to life?

Perhaps.

We've been trying
to figure out

the staff's secrets
for years.

Many men,
many hours,

and we just saw
its power resurrect

a 1,500-year-old
warrior.

There is
your super soldier.

And he just ran off
with the key.

Or maybe
he is the key.

[ gunfire ]

[ screams ]

[ scream echoes ]

Thought I had
the night off.

You two,
dismissed.

It's a great team.

So what have you heard
about the boss man?

Loyal, gets the job done.

Not much else.

Yeah, I heard that, too,

and I also heard
he loses his men

about as often
as I lose my car keys.

Look, there's eight of us,
one of him.

It's a piece of cake.

Look, I'm just saying
suicide bombers have
better odds than us.

Yeah, and how often
do you lose your keys?

Few times a week.

And you're our driver.

Your point?

Hey, I'm a fucking
great driver!

Shit.

What's the mission?

Pick one, any one.

Wait. This is not
one of those tricks

where you try to stab
my fingers for taking
a piece, huh?

No. Just hang on
to it for later.

All right. Thanks.

Oh, man of few words.

Like it.

A man of no words,
actually.

Hasn't said a peep,

even though I know
he's not deaf.

I tried telling him
my life story once.

Drove him so crazy,
he paid me to stop.

[ both laugh ]

Let's get it in.

Well, the mission
originally was simple--

transport a package
to these coordinates.

Little Kate McVie.

Heh. I haven't
heard that in years.

I served
with your father.

He never stopped
talking about
his little girl.

Well...

not a little girl
anymore, Captain.

He was a good man,
hell of a soldier.

I know.

I wish he was still here.

Glad to see you followed
in his footsteps.

He always had my back.

I'll have yours.

Unfortunately...

plans have changed.

Listen up!

I know most of you
are unproven in battle,

but you've
been handpicked

because you're the best
at what you do.

The enemy
that we're facing

is not an army
of terrorists,

but a single assassin

capable of handling anything
that we throw his way.

We know little
of his origin,

nationality
or affiliation.

Our objective
is the retrieval of this.

It was stolen from our labs
at 0-1200 hours.

It's believed to contain
information encoded on it

to help
with the Urianian fight

in Operation "Sandstorm"
overseas.

We already sent out a team,

and we lost track of them
about an hour ago.

He shoots at things
that aren't there,

and I'm not
quite sure what side
he's really on.

He can
be trusted.

Are you sure
he can handle this?

Send a dead man in
to do a dead man's job.

Helping us on the mission

will be Professor
Fleetwood's assistant,
Corporal Anderson.

Meat.

Excuse me?

Just call me Meat.

Corporal Anderson
has been gathering

most of the intel
on the assassin.

Any questions?

Where is our
target's location, sir?

We believe the target
is 40 kilometers west.

When we find him,
get the package,

and deliver it back
to the rendezvous point
at Santa Mira.

Bulldog?

Alive or dead, sir?

Either way
is acceptable.

Actually, alive
would be much better.

Alive, it is.

Let's rock 'n' roll.

[ sighs ]

[ buzzing ]

MAN: I am picking up
the target

on thermal imaging,
Captain.

Whoo-ee!
All right!

Heavy activity
due west.

Yo, Spence,
what's up with the gum?

Found you can tell
a lot about a person

by the type
of gum they chew.

Like me, I chose
Icebreakers, right,

'cause my little game
breaks the ice.

I'd have taken you
for a Juicy Fruit.

[ laughs ]
That's funny,

'cause, uh, actually
you're the one who chose
Juicy Fruit, Bulldog.

[ laughter ]

Yeah, so what's
Dentyne mean?

Means you're
meticulous.

You like
to be ready and fresh
at all times, yeah?

You got him.

And, Mason,
you've got Carefree,

so you're
a roll-with-the-punches
kind of guy?

Copy that.

McVie chose Chiclets.

'Cause I'm a chick?

Yeah, I don't
have anything else
for that, actually.

Nobody ever
chooses that. Sorry.

You're kind of
the wild card.

Nice.

And Green,
my man of no words,

he declined any gum
'cause he had
his own pack.

[ laughs ]

Anderson,
what'd you get again?

I didn't.

Oh, guess 'cause that means
you're better than us.

[ chuckling ]

I didn't need
a pack of gum
to tell me that.

What the fuck?

Holy shit!

VITO: All right,
everyone quiet.

Mason, what do you have
on thermal imaging?

Yeah,
this motherfucker's fast.

He's circling us,
but he's just posturing.

He never gets closer
than 30 feet.

VITO:
There's only one, right?

Check that.

All right.

Burnette,
Bulldog and Meat,

you guys stay here.

Everyone else,
come with me.

No hotshot bullshit.

You guys fight
if you must.

React if engaged.

Fall back if I say so.

Frankly, we'll take
this guy in no time.

This isn't
some superman shit.

Bullets will not fly
off your chest.

The enemy
will eat you up,

shit you out and
come back for more.

Follow my lead,
and we'll get
out of this.

Yes, sir.

Three skulls,
three bodies, no jeep.

Where's the other soldier?

Maybe this asshole
got hungry.

[ laughter ]

[ leaves crunching ]

BURNETTE:
Incoming! 6 o'clock!

Cover me.

Fall back!

What about the package,
Captain?

Can wait.
Let's move!

Why the fuck didn't
you tell us what we
were up against, Meat?

You knew it was
a tough opponent.
You saw the tapes.

Yeah, I didn't know
bullets would fly
right through him.

We could have used
that information.

You wouldn't
have believed
me, anyways.

Heh heh heh.
Okay, all right.

All right,
m-maybe you would
have believed me.

What the fuck is that thing,
and how do we stop it?

You should know.
You brought it
back with you.

From where?

Operation "Sandstorm."

How?

It's not important
anymore, okay?

As for what,
it's a nomadic warrior
from ancient times.

You're testing
my patience,
you little shit. Truth.

Shouldn't it
be dead by now?

I mean, you shot him,
and you hurt him,

and he's still
coming at us?

Okay, all right.

So why
don't you tell us what
the truth is, Captain?

I mean, you are
the Captain, right?

How do we stop it?

Uh, Captain, incoming!

[ taps dashboard ]

Captain,
we've got a problem.

Leaky boat.

We're losing
fuel fast.

We need to sto--
[ engine clunks ]

Okay,
what I meant to say

was we're stopped,
and I need to fix it.

Shit.

What about
the reserve tank?

It's jammed, boss man.

Hey, we're sitting ducks
out here.

Let's go after it.

How bad is it?

Transmission's gone.

Fuel and
brake line is cut.

I'd say it's looking
pretty shitty
right about now.

Well, can you fix it?

With what? Magic?

I'm all out
of tricks, Cap.

You got 20 while we
look for this thing.

Keep an eye on him.
Take it.

Whoa! You leaving me here
with the boy wonder?

He isn't one of us.
As a matter of fact,

I don't even know
if he's one of them.

He can't even
protect himself.

He can point and shoot,
and right now,

we need all the muscle
we can spare.

Sorry, Bulldog.
Let's move it out!

You even know how
to use one of those?

Great.

There's not a single
damn person on this team

other than myself
who isn't fucking
bat-shit crazy.

Are you gonna
let us in on your plan?

Yeah. We find
the package, and we
get the hell out.

We couldn't do it before.
What makes you so sure
we can do it now?

We improvise.

We need to call
for backup.

We are
not equipped to handle
that thing on our own.

We're it, McVie.

If we can't
handle it,
no one can.

[ scanner beeps ]

He's due west.

All right, hold.

Mason, Burnette,
Green, to the right.

McVie and Spencer,
you come with me.

Shit.

Radio for help.

Signal's weak.
Piece of shit.

[ growling ]

[ beep ]
He's coming.

[ gunfire ]

Stand down!

[ gunshots ]

Got a man down!

We found him!
We found him!

Hold your position.
We're coming to you.

Where are the others?

Everyone's dead.

That thing's immortal.

Hold your fire!

Fall back!

It's knocking them off
one by one.

It's time
to head to our
rendezvous point.

Your captain
is going
to fail.

If there is anything
that you've learned
in your time here,

it's to never
underestimate him.

He will not fail.

Which him are
you referring to?

Bulldog, status?

Negative.

I even used
a Band-Aid.

Where are
the others?

They didn't make it.

We need to move.
Where's Anderson?

Oh, yeah.
Oh, that's right.

[ groans ]

Jesus, man!

Can't a guy take a leak?

You left your post.

I had to take a leak.

I give an order,
you follow it.

We lost men today!

Next time
we're under attack

and I find you
writing love letters
to the Professor

in that
stupid fucking book
of yours,

I'll toss
you out myself.

You understand that?

[ scoffs ]

I don't take orders
from you.

My daddy will ruin you.

Oh, yeah?
Who's your daddy?
Fleetwood.

Yeah? Well,
when you're with us,

you're one of us,
you take orders from me.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?
Okay, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Get your ass up,
and get to the vehicle.

[ indistinct whispering ]

[ whispering stops ]

Captain,
are you okay?

Captain, do you
see something?

Um...

the Humvee's toast.

Yeah, but--
Let's get the gear.

We'll take the jeep.
Okay.

Let's go.

Why does he keep
coming after us
if he has what he wants?

We're still a threat.

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Bulldog, you dead?

No, sir.

Then ram
this motherfucker.

Yes, sir.

Oh, look.
Not so tough now,
huh? Huh?

[ growling ]

Huh? Motherfucker? Huh?

VITO:
Meat, cut it out!

Watch this, guys.
Watch this.

[ spits ]

Oh, you motherfucker!

Just fucking die!

Mac.

You guys get
the fuck out of here.

I got this.

Go! Go!

Go!

Hey, beautiful,
want a bang?

That's
the rendezvous point.

You okay?

I've been better.

Just give me
a second.

Okay.

You know, Captain,
I disagree with what
they say about you.

You don't know anything
about my reputation.

Yeah, I do.
It's pretty damn flawless.

You get results,
Captain.

We lost men, McVie.

I'm still here.

I just want you
to know

that I'm proud
to be on your team,

and I got
your back.

[ leaves crunch ]

VITO: Burnette!

Go! Get out of here!
Finish the mission!

Code red!

[ yelling ]

VITO: Code red!

Stand clear.

Nice fucking shot.

Sir.

MAN: Shit!
He's not dead!

Go, go, go, go!

I'm Captain Ernest Vito.

This is
Sergeant Kate McVie.

Corporal Thom Sharp.

Corporal Arnold Tazbury.

We have
priority clearance,

and we need
immediate access
to the Cube.

Need you guys

to detain the assassin
as long as possible.

I need
your clearance
code first.

Bravo 5150.

Thank you, Captain.

You're in good hands now.

Captain, we're
in a jail cell.
What the hell?

Just wait.

[ pounding ]

Sounds like he gave up.

[ bird squawks ]

Go, go, go, go, go!

[ growls ]

[ yelling ]

Stop right there,
motherfucker!

McVIE:
Oh, shit.

You sure you know
what you're doing?

Yeah. Let's go.

Stay with me.

Roger that, Captain.

Isn't there a switch?

Oh.

How 'bout that?

That'll work.

Okay, so fill me in.

What is all this?

What was
all that upstairs?

This place, Santa Mira,
it doesn't exist,

not on the map,
not on radar.

So who are
all those people?

Military
posing as police.

It's a fake front

in case anybody
found it by accident.

If the enemy ever invaded,
they wouldn't think twice.

Invasion? Shit.

It was built
in the fifties.

The underground
has the largest

military fallout shelter
ever constructed.

Main compound runs
the entire United States.

President,
his military advisers,

they can access it
anytime, anywhere.

I've never
heard of this,

and I've heard just
about every military
urban legend there is.

Yeah, well, think we were
a bit more paranoid
in the fifties,

even though
the enemy threat
is much bigger.

So where are we going?

The Cube.
That's the rendezvous point.

It's where we meet
the General if we found
Project Genesis.

How does he know
to meet us there?

My access code
alerted it.

Well, how do we know
that thing ain't
still following us?

It is.
It just broke through.

It's heading
our direction.

Why don't we just
give him the stick back
if he wants it so badly?

Negative.
Can't do that.

Why?

Don't you ever
break the rules,
Captain?

No, I don't.
Well, I guess

that's what
makes us different,
'cause I do.

You don't expect me
to believe that, do you?

Oh, come on.
You said yourself

we lost
too many lives tonight.

That's not the mission.

Okay, then so tell me
why is this stick
so important.

It's classified.
I'm not even cleared
to know that.

You and everybody's
classified crap.

Look, I follow orders.

I assume you do, too.
Otherwise,

you wouldn't have made it
with me this far.

Well, it's one thing
to follow orders.

It's another thing
to know the difference

between right
and wrong ones.

There is no right and wrong.
You just choose.

History judges your actions.

You sound like my dad.

He taught me
everything I know.

Come on.

Captain, hurry up.

Captain Ernest Vito,
Bravo 5150.

Captain Ernest Vito,
Bravo 5150!

You're not through?

Captain, we don't
have much time!

Let's go.

Welcome to the Cube,
soldiers.

I assume the mission
is complete.

Yes, sir.

May I?

It's beautiful.

Come.

Your son Meat
didn't make it.

He's quite the artist.

Son? Humph.

Hardly. Boy.

We, uh...

always had that.

That's good for you.

What happened to them?

Well, they're the ones
we're trying to save,

soldiers stuck in limbo,

one foot
in this world,

the other
who knows where?

We've been
searching for a cure

for our best soldiers
that have been damaged
in battle,

something that'll
bring them back

or to enhance
the ones we have.

Come.

How are you
gonna save them?

With this,

the staff of Moses.

That doesn't look
like much.

Yeah. That's
what we thought
at first, too.

Remember the A-bomb?

Manhattan Project,
1945?

The explosion heard
round the world?

Well, that was this.
Misfire. Heh.

Boy, we had to spin
that one for years every
which way we could.

That's when
we realized that we
didn't know everything.

That's why it
was so hard to put all
the pieces together.

Decades of research
and development.

But you two, you two,

you brought us
the final missing piece.

General,
the assassin--

Nomad.

Whatever it is,
it's right outside
the door.

Yeah, we know.

Well, isn't that
a priority?

It can wait.

Now that
we're all here,

let's get down
to business, hmm?

Everyone from
the Knights Templar

to Franklin Roosevelt
himself

searched for
the Staff of Moses...

but only
we found the map.

Who'd have thought
that it was engraved

on the skull
of Moses himself?

And how does that
help us in war today?

I had lofty ideals,
Captain.

I thought if I
could harness its power
of immortality,

I could create
an invincible army.

If it could
bring back one man,

why not--why not
the greatest soldiers
that ever lived?

But then the wars, eh,

the wars,
they got uninteresting.

Hell, it wasn't long
before we didn't

even have anyone
left to fight.

So we had
to create new enemies,

and I went
treasure hunting.

What about them?

You'll see.

[ ventilator hissing ]

What are you doing?

I am letting him in.

Kill the hostile.

[ growling ]

[ gasping ]

[ screaming ]

[ screaming continues ]

[ grunts ]

Why didn't we
get one of those?

Prototype.

Technically,
they don't exist,

and they don't
usually work.

[ sighs ]

GENERAL:
Something's wrong.

It isn't working.

My God.

I can't believe this.

This is Attila's son.

I think
that he is the key.

You told me the blood
was what we needed!

What the hell's
going on, Professor?

For it to work,
you must drink
directly from the staff.

General...

this isn't
about soldiers.

Now, what's
going on here?

The truth, General.

He is dying.

Five years ago,
I was diagnosed
with inoperable cancer.

I fought it,

but unless I
have a little help,

it's over for me,

all my plans and
all my dreams done.

Now, there's one thing
that can save me

and buy me
the time that I need.

This mission had
a means to an end.

I don't want
to die, Vito.

You're crazy.

Now we have one loose end
to tie up.

No, the mission's over.

Not yet. Kill her.

What?

Kill McVie.

She knows everything,
and she is expendable.

No. No, sir.

Disobeying orders?

Eh, that's not like you.

The mission
was to deliver
Project Genesis,

and we did that.
It's over.

This mission is over
when I say it is over!

Now kill her!

I'm not like you.

Come on, Captain.

We're both
military men here.

All those men that
you led into battle,
that never came home,

they died for a lie.

Bullshit.

That's bullshit!

What, you think they--
they just mysteriously
disappeared? Died?

Did you think it was
a coincidence?

Those are your lies.

My God, look at you.

You're so tormented
by your demons,

you don't even
see what's right
in front of you.

I am the demon
that torments you!

My men died
for a cause!

That cause became me!

Now, you are soldier!

You are my soldier!

You obey orders!
That's what you do!

Now kill her!

Negative, sir!

Then you
are expendable, too.

FLEETWOOD:
Don't!

It needs to be
the Nomad's blood,
not yours!

You see,
Captain, the staff

was to resurrect Attila
from beyond the grave,

and his son, this Nomad,

was just the tool
to bring him back.

[ grunting ]

Hey, what is it?
What are you doing?

It's for insurance.

[ screaming ]

[ screams ]

Go, go, go, go, go!

[ growling ]

FLEETWOOD:
Destroy your father.

[ Nomad growling ]

You all right?
Yeah. Yeah.

What's going on?

It's father
versus son now.

Nice family.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna
buy us some time.

[ groans ]

Come on! Fleetwood
planted a bomb!

We have
to get out of here
before it goes off!

VITO:
Come on!

Come on!

[ screams ]

You okay?

I've felt better.

Mission complete?

For now.

Your dad would have
been proud of you today.

How do you know that?

Yeah, trust me, I know.

So what kind of gum
did you choose?

I didn't.

No?
Nah.

I'm more
of a chocolate guy.