All language subtitles for King of the Wind 1990

[ dramatic theme playing]

[ distant explosions ]

[ horn sounds ]

ANNOUNCER:
Have your ration cards
out and ready.

People over 20,
line up to the left.

Cripples line up--
Cripples on the right!

Keep moving in an orderly--

[ guns click ]

[ crowd gasps ]

[ clamoring ]

[ crowd yelling ]

ANNOUNCER:
Another day closer to victory
for Brecca.

Huge gains in production have
resulted in increased output

for food production.

Wheat rations are up
four percent this month,

thanks to increasing
factory efficiency.

General Murran plans to tour
these facilities soon

so that we may all learn
these lessons of prosperity

and apply them to our own
important parts

of the great war effort.

Remember, you are Brecca's
last line of defense.

It's another day, Breccans.

Another day in the war
against tyranny.

Another day closer to victory
for Brecca.

Huge gains in production have
resulted in increased output

for food production.

Wheat rations are up
four percent this month,

thanks to increasing
factory efficiency...

[ clicks ]

[ chimes ]

[ woman speaking indistinctly
over PA ]

WOMAN:
Clear all panels
for depth interface.

DEANNA:
Where were you?

I've been waiting here
for an hour.

ABEL:
You shouldn't
be sneaking in here.

Nobody ever catches me.

Besides,
who's going to sell me out?

You?

And you told me
today was practice.

I know,
but I can't right now.

I have something
for you though.

Recorded mission.
Obsidian City's outer defenses.

First scary one
I ever went on.

Keep your time
under 3 minutes.

Then show me how
to avoid the watchdogs.

Tomorrow.

But by then I'll have already
run the mission.

DEANNA:
Don't go in.

I've got a bad feeling
about it today.

Just today, huh?

I always have a bad feeling
about it.

But I have done this many times
and survived.

And someday you will too.

It's okay to be scared?

Yup.

Just don't let it stop you.

And remember when you fight...

BOTH:
Fight like it's real.

It will be
soon enough.

Don't get caught
on the way out.

LEIGHTON:
Wow, I thought I was young.

Who's deck
is she going to get?

Whoever
screws up first.

She's still
at least a year off.

So just make sure
it isn't yours.

Now...

the bunker's defense program
isn't Obsidian software

but it's still a vicious one.

So stay alert.

[ wind whistling ]

You're dead.

When these bolts get old and
worn they can slip in backwards.

And boom,
one press of that trigger

you'd have your first and last
confirmed kill.

Am I getting through to you,
soldier?

Yes, sergeant.

Always check the bolt.

Get your finger
off the trigger!

And?

Some of the new recruits
will do okay,

but I'd be surprised if any
of them got rifle training

before they sent them to us.

A few hours at the most.

Actually, sir,
some of these troops

aren't half bad,
given time.

Is he one of the half good ones
or the half bad?

God, I'll bet Computer Ops
doesn't get anybody this young.

Damn wenches get all the breaks.

How many enemies, sir?

Rogue platoon
twice our size.

Only plus is they've been AWOL
for about three years

so they're probably lower
on ammo than we are.

What's the objective?

That's the weird part.

[ sighs ]

SUTHERLAND:
What the hell is that?

Whatever that is,

it's in the vault
in the main bunker.

Command is going to use Computer
Ops to bring down the fence

and open the vault,
but we still have to get to it.

Some of these have a
real fierce spirit, sir.

We'll get the job done for you.

All the spirit in the world

ain't gonna make you
bullet-proof.

They just don't know.

How's it looking?

Well...

detonator looks fine.

This thing
is older than you.

Screw it.

This doesn't work I'm pulling us
back. I can't risk it.

Sir, the general
is counting on each of us

to come home with honor.

Where'd you get that slogan,
off a poster?

Look, son,
I'm not the general.

I'm just the guy that's here.

I know our squad is just
a little blip on the map,

but it's our blip.
It's my job to keep it lit.

Okay, live to tell the stories,
Sutherland.

They're a lot better that way.

Do you know
what I'm trying to say?

No, sir. But I'll agree with you
if it'll help, sir.

At least you're honest.

Sir, an incoming message
from General Murran.

SUTHERLAND:
Fall in!
Message protocol!

[ loud boom ]

I stand before you,

as you stand between order
and chaos in Brecca.

The settlement below you is run by a squad of our soldiers

who have turned against us in
these dark times.

These rogues are not
your brothers,

but traitors and deserters as vile as Obsidian's army itself.

The objective that you seek
today is the most important

that you have ever fought for.

Bring it and yourselves
home to us...

victorious.

[ crackling ]

Lock and load!

[ clicks and beeps ]

[ dramatic music playing]

Tent, tent, tent.

Looks like they burned the flag,
that can't be a good sign.

Yeah, this sucks.

We have to draw them
into those trenches.

I just wish we had
a better way to do that.

All right,
20 seconds.

Conserve your ammo.

[ growling ]

Whoever made this
was a real artist.

Or one sick fuck.

[ creature growls ]

Begin.

[ suspenseful music playing]

All right,
move out.

[ distant explosion ]

[ men talking indistinctly ]

Contact!
Sound the alarm!

Five hundred meters!

[ alarm sounds ]

[ soldiers yelling ]

[ gunfire ]

[ dramatic music playing]

[ gunfire ]

All right,
get down.

On the way.

[ clicks ]

Come on,
you fucking relic!

ABEL:
Chapman, wake up!

[ clicking ]

Sutherland,
get back--

Incoming!

[ gunfire ]

Clear!

Get in here!

All right,
move!

[ triumphant music playing]

[ menacing music playing]

[ gunfire ]

[ grunts ]

Fuck!

[ gunfire ]

Sutherland, the coverage
on that bomb was for shit.

Some of these guys ain't dead.
You watch your back.

SUTHERLAND:
Do you see Nora and Phillips?

Yeah, I see them.

Look, they're fine,
they're behind the burn.

You go for the bunker.

Let's go!

All right,
Team B in place. Three strong!

VARDEN: I'm stuck in the first trench, can you see the bunker?

I got enemy all over.
Barrier fence. Two men dug in.

Suggestion?

VARDEN:
Wait for the witches.

Fuck!

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Goddamn it, stay focused.

First objective,
taking out the fence.

Load it!

Move!

Fire!

All right,
move on the bunker!

Go, go, go, go!

Always waiting
on the damn witches.

I'm opening the vault.

About fucking time. Anders!

I'm punching us out.

[ screams ]

No!

The witches took too long.

LEIGHTON:
Abel, she's dead.

Hey,
there's nothing more you can do.

Congratulations,
you were successful.

What was her problem?

She was sixteen.

These are children
you're sending me.

That's all that's left.

Then maybe it should stop.

There's still plenty
of replacements.

Replacements?
These kids should be

in the first year of training
not in combat.

Not one more.

I won't help you kill
any more of them.

Fine.

I'll take you off
the duty roster,

and they can face
the system by themselves.

And then all the new trainees
will have to move up two spots,

regardless of age.

You can't.

She's still
at least a year away.

If you stay, yes. If not...

Deanna's only 12 years old.

It's not my fault you trained
her so well.

Good.

We'll debrief in
20 minutes.

They'll handle it.
You don't need to do this, Abel.

I hope a soldier got a fucking
medal for this.

Sutherland!Goddamn it, Stoner!

Those assholes are tearing it up
out there.

You should join them.

Yeah, why are you drunk yet?

No one will drink
with a sniper.

It's all right.

I'd probably roll their asses
for food at this point.

Come on, man.
Try to have a good time.

There is more to life
than fighting, you know.

Yeah, like what?

I just heard the 75th went up
against Obsidian

near the Wall of Glass,
and they wiped us out.

I mean dead to the man.

SUTHERLAND:
We go up against farmers
and deserters,

they go up against
Obsidian forces.

Well, I don't know how lucky
that makes them

seeing as their all dead.

You know I didn't know
any of them from Adam, but...

I was thinking maybe we go out
and have a drink for them.

What do you say?

[ approaching footsteps ]

DEANNA:
I killed her.

I killed her.

Obsidian's watchdog?

I took her out in 3 minutes
and 40 seconds.

That's still 40 seconds
too long.

Who is this?

Chapman.

Tell you what,

if you carry my deck
I'll show you some new tricks.

You'll need them.

Come on.

I heard you had
a witch on this one.

Any idea who she was?

Fucking late,
that's who she was.

For all they tell me
about it, man,

you could have been her.

Not me, man.
Guys like us are throwbacks.

Basically fire lead balls
at each other and duck a lot.

Nah, when they fight,
their shit is like sorcery.

I was wrong,
you have been drinking.

Nope.

That's why they were so damn
good in the old days.

You should appreciate the ones
that are left.

Yeah. Well,

I appreciate people
I can count on.

All right,
I'm bored.

Think I might go paint my face
in camo for the hell of it.

Maybe collect some human ears,
make a necklace.

All that
mad sniper shit.

Oh, I almost forgot.

What the hell?
Are you crazy?

Inventory will kill us if they
catch us with this.

And the enemy will kill you if
you don't keep your skills up.

Oh.

You got a medal.

You know,
a man gives you a medal,

he just wants you to fight.

But a man gives you
a spare ammo?

He wants you to live.

I'll see you in hell,
brother.

Hoo-ah!

OFFICER:
Ten-hut!

At ease, sergeant.

Master Sergeant Sutherland,
you've been ordered to report

to the general
immediately.

The general, sir?

OFFICER:
General Murran,

and you're already
90 seconds late.

[ gun clicks ]

It was my father's.

That was General Ryeth's?

I've had it over 20 years.

Since the day he retired it
for a newer model.

He died with honor, sir.

That he did,
sergeant.

Made for a lonely childhood.

Ah.

Sergeant Sutherland,
meet Abel.

Programmer,
combat class-5.

You two
are Brecca's finest team.

Sixty-two ops together.

Including the last.

It's okay, we talk the same shit
about you soldiers.

MURRAN:
What you have in common
is experience.

And that is why
I have chosen you

to be my
personal escorts.

Escorts? Where to, sir?

To Obsidian City itself.

On a mission
to end the war.

An offensive?

MURRAN:
No.

My father couldn't have reached
Obsidian with 6 million men.

Force is no longer an option.

All we need is time, sir.

At the rate they're advancing,

they will completely consume
Brecca's defenses

within the next 6 months.

We're losing the war,
sergeant.

Your friends died for this,
Sutherland,

but it can save millions.

It's called Warhammer.

It's the last of its kind.

This was made before
my father was even born.

To those rogues it was simply
a sculpture.

Probably stolen in a raid.

It was designed to destroy
Obsidian electrical systems.

Once placed inside their city,

it'll render them
completely defenseless.

And they'll be
forced to negotiate.

Our team will travel
through the mountains,

past the rogue armies,

through the barrier desert,

and across
Obsidian's Wall of Glass.

Across it, sir?

MURRAN:
You'll find out how
when the time comes.

You'll each be accompanied
by one partner.

For you it will be
Sergeant Stoner.

My aides will help you
requisition your equipment.

Dismissed.

Your second will be Leighton.

She's the only one
with the experience.

Excuse me, sir,
I have one request.

I instruct a young girl
and I'm--

Yes.

She'll be
of combat age soon.

Yes, well,
with Leighton and I gone

she'll be moved up
two places and I--

No. I'll see to it that she's
looked after by my best people.

And kept out until you return.

Thank you, sir.

Abel...

if we're successful,

she'll never see
a day of combat.

None of the new ones ever will.

Thank you.

Sometimes I wonder
who I'll lose first.

The girls you trained with,
did they survive?

No.

I'll miss mine when they go.

Never assume
you'll outlive anyone.

That's when
you make mistakes,

when you think you're
invincible.

Give me a program buffer.

I'll grade your mission now.

[ electronic pulsing ]

Let's see.

You did well on the first line.

Why did you pause here?

Um...

I did really well
on the next layer.

That's not what I asked.

You told me to play it
like it was real.

I didn't want to risk it.

Take too much time

and the people out on the field
can die too.

I'll bet you don't record
Leighton's mistakes like this.

Damn right I do.

I just don't
tell her about it.

But you're gonna have to check
your own while I'm gone.

And you can't tell me where?

No.

And you shouldn't ask.

But I want you to see me
in combat my first time.

It won't take a whole year.

And besides,
you're not going into combat

for at least another year.
Do you understand me?

I want you to promise me
that you will stay out of it

until I come back.

Good.

I know you think jewelry
gets in the way,

but I've got something for you.

Where did you get this?

I have my sources.

Your sources.

I didn't have any sources
at your age.

It's beautiful.

And I think I can make
an exception.

Just this once.

You remember,

no matter what anybody else
tells you,

staying alive
is the best victory.

Don't fight
unless you have to.

[ whispering ]
And then fight to win.

LEIGHTON:
I'm sorry, but it's still
none of your business.

I just want to know the
maximum range of those decks.

I mean, if you're embarrassed,
I understand.

Limitations are hard
to deal with.

What about you?
A rifle?

Doesn't that make you feel
obsolete?

Nothing that works is obsolete,
my dear.

Besides, all that energy crap
you fine ladies use...

I bet it's only got 100 yard
range outside the system.

And it leaves traces.

Like?

Like ozone.
You can smell it.

Oh, and you can't
smell gunpowder?

Not from 3000 yards you can't.

That's 3000...

with a whole bunch of O's.

We'll be arriving at
the landing zone in 90 minutes.

From that point on,
we're going to be well outside

the range of our aircraft

and on our own.

Our first objective will be
taking on

the final member of our team.

Excuse me, sir.

Are we going into Obsidian
with only six people?

Just get ready, soldier.

Well, we've got seven
with your rifle now, don't we?

You know,
it's not life is so short.

It's that death
is so damn long.

BOTH:
Hoo-ah.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

JUDGE:
...or feed the millions
of starving Breccans

that lie like dogs
in the streets

of your once-great capitol city.

All your kind has visited
upon us is suffering,

the suffering of a nation whose
time has already passed.

But our time
is just beginning...

[JUDGE CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

Is that him?

MURRAN:
Yep.

Looks like he picked
the wrong rendezvous point.

SUTHERLAND:
Two in the crowd,
two next to him.

All armed with rifles.

Stoner, I can get
the guy on the left.

STONER:
I can get that guy on the right,

but the fucker in the blanket
that's sticking by--

MURRAN:
All right. We need to take them
simultaneously. Abel...

do your thing.

Got it.

Stoner, you cover the guards
in the crowd.

I guess you're obsolete
after all, man.

Nice. I've gone from shooter
to spotter.

Guess it's all who you know.

We're going to ask you
one last time.

Will you renounce
your loyalty to Brecca?

Would you spare my life
if I did?

No.

Not much of an incentive then.

I'll still have to pass.

We can make it much worse
for you.

The Plains people will--

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're a people now.

Well, you're about to kill
five percent of your population.

Got the cheap seats covered.
Go to work.

[GUNS COCKING]

Abel, we in range?

I think so.

Put the fear into 'em.

You won't last much longer.

Do you have any last words?

Yeah.

You fuckers need more women.

[ crowd shouting ]

What the hell?

Jesus Christ.
Stoner, did you see that?

Nope. Too busy working.

Man, that is crowd control.

All that,
and I bet the fucker's dead.

You the programmer?

A real artist.

Wow.
Programmer, not a witch.

Hey, no more a witch
than I am a grunt.

All right, we got him.
How do you want him?

MURRAN [ on radio ]:
Move on to
the rendezvous point.

Good to see you, Evans.

Thanks.
Tell you the truth,

I was getting a little worried
about the rescue here.

You've never let me down.

I make you the same promise.
Murran, out.

STONER:
How old is that?

To the lasting peace between
Obsidian and Brecca.

That's old.

[ coughing ]

Some water, bro.

Oh, yes.

Been up here too long.

Slow down, bro.

You're gonna suck
the threads off that thing.

Oh, that's good!

Whew.

Mm, looks like you got
a good one.

Yeah.
You know what they say.

Hunger's the best cook.
Thirst's the best bartender.

Finding you strapped
to a peace memorial...

My father never would
have believed his eyes.

What was that
he used to call you?

"Medals."

Fuck, I hated that.

Which is exactly
why he did it.

[ chuckling ]

They'll be something
when they grow up, huh?

But look at 'em now.

It's like they're afraid
of each other.

Back in our day,

we would have been all over
those witches.

It's a different world now.

It shouldn't be that different.

That one there...

Sutherland.

My father would have loved him.

He does it.
No questions asked.

God, what it must have been like

to command a whole army
of those.

Well, I saw Ryeth lead a lot
of guys like him into battle.

They got ground up
pretty fast, so...

Let's just hope we never have
to find out.

Goddamn these suck.

Get some shut-eye.

I know your father would be
real proud

of what you're doing here.

I can't believe
we lost Chapman for them.

Do you miss her?

No, it's not that I miss her.
I just--

Well, it's never going
to happen again.

Not in my lifetime, anyway.

Listen, Abel.

If anything ever, you know,
happened to you...

I'd take care of Deanna
for you.

Thanks.

But you don't have
to worry about it,

I've made arrangements.

Besides, Deanna can look after herself.

You're not supposed
to be in here.

It's all right.
I've been looking for you.

As long as you're here,

you should be using the
programmer's training room

for your lessons.

I promised Abel I wouldn't.

She said I--Shouldn't go into combat.

Of course.

But she would want you
to practice.

And this way, I can help you.

We can show her
how much better you've gotten

by the time she gets back.

And we might even be able
to help her with her mission.

Now I know she would like that.

What do you say?

I guess it's okay.

Good.

We'll just think of it...

as a game.

It's time for my shift, sir.

You're gonna freeze
your ass off tonight, son.

What'd you get it for?

Same as you.

Outliving everyone else.

You should be proud of that,
sir.

When I was your age, I was
fighting for Murran's father.

Now here I am, still doing it.

Nothing has changed.

I'd be prouder
if it was all just over.

You know, they used to make 'em
out of solid gold,

back when they had it to spare.

Now they're only gold plated.

Bullshit.

When you decide to check,
and you will,

scrape the back of the metal
where no one can see it.

That's what I did.

Why are you like this?

An hour ago you were
at Murran's side,

going on about victory.

No, not about victory,
about an end to the war.

Same thing.No, it isn't.

That rogue village you took
Warhammer from...

You think they cared
about the Breccan cause

or victory over Obsidian?

No.

They were probably just trying
to survive the winter.

You weren't there.

Son, I've been there 1000 times.

It's the same shit, just a
little more worn out every year.

Brecca is so beat, we're at war
with our own people.

When was the last time either
of us saw

an honest to God
Obsidian soldier?

That's right.

Seems you spend more time
fighting with our own witches

than the enemy.

Good night, Medals.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

STONER:
You've been inside it?

Let's just say I know plenty
of ways around it.

I've heard they're
a different race,

not Breccan or Obsidian.

They tunneled their way up
from caves deep in the earth.

Is all your information
this bad?

They're part of my father's
defeated army.

They deserted
on the way back to Brecca.

Took this stronghold
for their own.

So they're just rogues?

Not just rogues.

But, hey, we got Medals here.

We'll just send him in
to take 'em all out.

No one takes out Clavore, man.

Sutherland, a word.

Are you as intimidated
as they are, soldier?

No, sir.

I'll do whatever's necessary.

I need you to help me keep them
as focused as we are.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

But, right here, 20 years ago--

This is where my father's world
began to fall apart.

When this is over,

both our fathers
can rest more easily.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

So...

What makes us want to get
this close to these scumbags?

MURRAN:
Warhammer.

This is only part of the weapon.

Clavore has the last piece...

inside their main vault.

I thought
you brought Evans along

to show us routes around
Clavore.

Going in there--

I did six months in there
and still got out alive.

Don't worry about it.

What, did someone just yank out
your brain stem?

Hey, you're out of line, son.

And you're missing
the basic mathematical--

Gosh damn it. That's an order.

You get it done.

Leighton.

What the hell are you doing,
huh?

That's General Murran
you're talking to.

Yeah, you think the enemy
bullets give a shit?

MURRAN:
This contains the plan.

Sutherland,
you'll retrieve a transmitter

to unlock the vault and meet up
with Stoner here.

Leighton will be your cover.

Just get in and get out.

Abel, you and Evans
stay with me.

Christ.

Come on.

Look, you're all operating
in the dark here. I know that.

I wish it were different.

Know that I have my reasons.

What's my portion, sir?

You're the most important part,
Stoner.

You're going inside the vault.

Of course.

Sir.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

All right, he's just below
the first guard.

Yeah, that's right, slick.
Get lax on me.

Leighton?

LEIGHTON [ on radio ]:
I'm set. In position.

MURRAN:
1,500 yards.

Winds at 10.

Dropping.

Half value.

Quarter value.

Zero value.

Take the shot.

MURRAN:
Nice shot.

STONER:
Dead man.

In.

SUTHERLAND: In. Move it out, soldier.

Watch it for me, sir.

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

Sutherland.

Sutherland.

Are you there?

In position,
and I wish I wasn't.

No one ever guards
a shitter, man. Trade secret.

Do you have it ready?

Yeah, what does this thing fire,
staples?

Toxin darts. It's called
subtlety, Sutherland.

You should try it more often.

Wait.
I think it's him.

He's an officer, but he still
has to use the john

like the rest of us.

[ groans ]

Done.

Now for the bad news.

The transmitter's
at the base of his skull,

so you'll have to dig for it.

Shit.

[ grunts ]

It has to be surrounded
by living tissue,

so there's only two places
you can put it.

Sorry, man. I didn't invent
the goddamn thing.

SUTHERLAND:
Is it working?

Roger that, colonel.

Now we need to get it to Stoner.

It's on your left.

[ heavy breathing ]

Heads up, man.

They just found a blue shift guy
dead outside.

STONER:
Dance card's filling up.
Do it now.

I'm right outside.

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

Real subtlety.
I'm impressed.

Yeah,
just hurry the fuck up.

Enjoy.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

SUTHERLAND:
What do you see?

A lot of work ahead.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

Stoner?

Your exit's swarming
with guards.

You can't use it.

Can't use it? I don't have
a lot of latitude here.

You have to try to get
to Sutherland.

Plan B.

Move into the vault,
I'll try to blow the plate.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

Got a hole.
Let's go!

GUARD 1:
The coast is clear!

GUARD 2:
Move out! Go, go, go!

One man in the vault!

[ grunts ]

I'll go in.No.

I can be in there
in three minutes.

No.I can get 'em out.

Those kids are screwed,
I know my way in there.

I know what I'm doing. No!

You're all clear, let's go!

[ bone snaps ][ screams ]

SUTHERLAND: Are you hit?I don't know!

What do you mean?

Come on, we gotta get out
of here!

My fuckin' leg snapped!

What the fuck do you mean
your leg snapped?

Sutherland,
they're closing on you.

He's a few feet away!
Come on, Stoner!

It's under control, Evans.

Sit down.

This is not open
for discussion.

I'm not discussing.

I'm ordering you
to stay put.

Hey, don't make the same mistake
your father did.

You never would have crossed him
like this.

No, and he lost his battles.

SUTHERLAND:
Come on, Stoner!

Stoner, it's Murran.
Get the piece to Sutherland.

He's a few feet away,
goddamn it!

Stoner, I'm not leaving
without you!

MURRAN:
You've got
to get the piece to him.

Come on!

Everything is counting on it.

[ screaming ]

[ yelling ]

I got it. Let's go!

Stoner?

GUARD 1:
He's down. Target is down.
Move on the flank.

Vault is clear!

GUARD 2:
Go, go, go!

[ dramatic theme playing ]

I'm out!

Sutherland, you all right?

I'm okay.

Break!

Go!

[ dramatic theme playing ]

ABEL:
...when we get back there,
but try talking to him.

Sutherland,
can you understand me?

Sutherland.

You did a hell of a job,
soldier.

Now, you mind letting go?

Yeah.

What happened to Stoner?

I'll be around.

MURRAN:
I give an order,
it has to be followed.

You may not like it
at the time,

but there's a reason behind
everything that I'm doing.

EVANS:
What was I supposed to do,
let them get their ass kicked?

MURRAN:
No, that is what Leighton
is there for.

They're kids, for Christ's sake.No, they are not.

They are soldiers.
You have to quit crossing me.

Damn it.

I'd have gotten a hell of
a lot worse from his old man.

Let me see it.

I want to thank you.

You don't need to say anything.

Trust me.

I'm the one person
who already knows.

[ grunts ]

You know, when I was young,
I always figured

some heroic figure would
swoop on in and save my ass--

The king, a general...

one of those guys.

Fuckers just never seem
to show up.

Out here, it's just us.

Arm's definitely broken.

You'll need to put a splint
on it.

What are you doing?

Answer me.
What the hell are you doing?

Clean break.
I can fix it.

Oh, I don't think so. Everyone
you use that on ends up dead.

That's because they keep moving,
so stay still.

[ grunts ]

I'm sorry about Stoner.

I can't remember the last time
I had a real friend to lose.

What about Leighton?

I know her, I guess, but...

it's not like when I started.

Those friendships
don't exist anymore.

Maybe it's better
not to get involved.

Is that why you wear
the locket?

Stop moving.
You're interfering.

She tests even better than I did
at that age.

She is-- She is faster
and she is dedicated.

Oh, I see.

She's a better investment.

We shouldn't risk friendships,
we should just bet it all

on one winner.

Ow!

I fused the bone.

Your attitude...

I can't do a thing about.

Yeah?

It's the only thing
I haven't lost yet.

Hey, hey, hey.

The arm.

I've never seen anything
like that before.

Nothing special.

Witches fix as many things
as they break.

Make a vicious weapon.

[ dramatic theme playing ]

I wanna run something
by you.

It's about Stoner so don't get
that dumb look on your face.

Okay...

You said his leg just snapped.

Bullet arced off the bone,
that's all.

Maybe not.

I keep going over it.

He was well covered
in the vault, wasn't he?

No one was even firing
when he went down.

There's a point
in here somewhere, right?

Programmers can break bones
as well as fix them.

And they don't have
those decks in Clavore.

What are you saying,
that Abel broke his leg?

She was with Murran
the whole time.

She wasn't even in range.

Really?

How would either of us
know for sure?

If that was you that had died
and I'd pulled Stoner out,

he'd want someone asking
these questions.

Sutherland...

everyone I truly loved
has died at some point.

Survivors can't help that.

But we can make sure
they don't die in vain.

I'll keep an eye on her.

There's hope for you yet,
Medals.

Stop calling me that.

[ dramatic theme playing]

Son of a bitch,
it's huge.

Obsidian's unbeatable barrier.

We destroy a section of it,
it just keeps growing back.

Can it be crossed?

Ten years ago, a squad of our
soldiers found a way through,

but it cost a lot of lives.

How many made it across?

Just me.

Let's move.

We'll have eight hours to cross
it before the sun comes up.

And if we can't?

We fry.

It's almost ready for us.

You're up.

After you.

The trick is not to fall.

You made it across before
without a grappler?

All the way around.

Took me
two and a half hours.

Which means I got the medal.

And they got to fall.

How deep is that?

[ thudding and creaking ]

What was that?

The bottom.

Go on.
The rest of the way is simple.

Just follow it straight up.

No, no.
Evans, It's not a good idea.

I'd just like a moment here
alone.

Pay my respects
to those who didn't make it.

All right, fine,
but you make quick.

Abel.

I'll take point.

[ melancholic theme
playing]

[ tinkling ]

[ ominous theme playing]

It's starting! Let's move!
Move!

We're almost there.
Keep moving.

Keep moving.

Wait! Wait.

Evans, he's still back there.
I need to go back for him.

Forget about it.
We don't have time. Keep moving.

He might be trapped.

Well, then he's dead.

Forget about it. Come on.

No, I have to try.

I gotta try.

Damn it.

I didn't think
I was gonna make it.

You won't.

Come on, Evans!
You can make it!

I can reach you
if you just give me your hand.

Evans!

[ thunder rumbling ]

ABEL:
Wow.

Is that Obsidian?

Yeah. Only a week away now.

Before Clavore, I never
expected us to make this far.

Every moment from this point on
is fine with me.

That's because your reason
for fighting is safe at home.

And yours?

I don't know anymore.

So far, I've lost
three good friends

over Warhammer.

Each time, I told myself

that it was
a necessary sacrifice.

Stoner and Evans
had longer lives than most.

I didn't think
he'd be the one to go first.

I always thought
it would be me.

I started to believe
that maybe people

like Stoner and I...

That we were beyond--

Chosen somehow.

But no one ever is.

I guess for the first time
I'm realizing that.

And that I don't have anyone
to trust anymore.

There was Varden and Stoner.

Then Evans.

Now I have you.

I have no say in it?

Process of elimination.
You're it.

Abel, I need your help.

For what?

Evans suspected Leighton

of setting up Stoner back
in Clavore, and now he's dead.

You can't be serious?

You said you
didn't know her that well.

You want me to help you?
Against her?

Would you have gone behind
Stoner's back for a witch?

No, I wouldn't have.

And I would've been wrong.

Abel, I don't wanna lose
anyone else.

Then you're in the wrong
business.

You have to understand,
it's even harder for me.

I believed in it all.

[ suspenseful theme
playing]

[ crackling ]

Is she still with him?
I've--

SUTHERLAND:
What happened?

Leighton, she was trying
to sabotage my deck.

Shh, shh, shh.

Someone's down there,
Sutherland. Move!

Damn it.
This is not happening to me.

[ whimpering ]

What did you find?

Feedback circuit.

First time I would've used it,
it would've torn me to pieces.

Any permanent damage?

No. It's a good job.
Very subtle.

Burn her deck.

Burn everything.

Probably crawling
with locators.

[ dramatic theme playing]

MURREN:
It's one of ours.

This is as close as we got.

There might be some ammo
inside.

It's 20 years old, son.
That ammo ain't worth a shit.

Contact, two o'clock.
Three hundred meters.

MURREN:
Abel, use your deck.
We wanna save the ammo.

You take them out.

Save your shots.

Don't fire, Sutherland.

Abel, how we doing?

Five men, moving in on us
from the trees.

Not for long, though.

What?

ABEL:
I'm down.

What do you mean we're down?

Leighton's fucking rewiring.
I'm on it.

I'm out!

Fall back!

Fall back!

Come on.

Now I'm out.

[ whirring ]

Yes. Fuck.

Nice work, Abel.

But remind me to talk to you
about your timing.

He's from Obsidian, sir.

MURREN:
That is where we are.

I know,

it's just that I've never
actually seen one before.

He kind of looks like a kid
from my squad.

MURREN:
Does he have a radio?

Sutherland,
does he have a radio?

No, sir.

Just the rifle, sir.

Good.
We may still be a secret.

Abel, it looks all clear here.
Are we all clear?

All clear.

[ thunder rumbling ]

SUTHERLAND:
Looks like it was carrying
someone important.

It was.

[ melancholic chanting
playing]

I've waited for 20 years
to find my father.

And the only thing
that I've found

is that
I have nothing to say.

Perhaps when we've made
our peace with Obsidian,

we can come back
and erect a monument here?

Let's do what he couldn't.

Let's finish it.

[ melancholic song
continues playing]

[ ominous theme playing]

Is he still alive?

He's still on the poster.

I hope he is.

My father would've wanted him
to see the end of it.

Don't react.
Let them approach

Keep your guns down.

SUTHERLAND:
Who are they?

MURREN:
Obsidian's rogues.

Our revolutionaries.

We've been
communicating with them

through the computer systems
for some time.

Against their own
government?

MURREN:
Obsidian has an underground
in Brecca as well.

But they don't have
Warhammer.

No, no, no. Put them down.

Please, forgive them.

They were just unsure.

Well, now they know.

You have finally come
to free us.

Your people have suffered
under Obsidian's

brutal government
for too long.

It's time to change that.

Man looks like a rat

You are what you eat.

We've come to free you.

But first, you have to get us
inside the city.

A short journey.

This way.

[ suspenseful theme
playing]

[ indistinct chattering ]

They've only got a handful
of tanks and troops left,

so we'll confuse them
with diversionary tactics.

in these three places.

Your men should sweep
in here and here.

to pin down their defenses,
all right?

There'll be a lot
of heavy fire,

but stay strong.

By the time Obsidian recalls

the few troops
they have left...

You know haw many city soldiers
we're going against?

As many as a hundred.

The objective
is to place Warhammer

under the main citadel.

We'll get to it.

Some of us look
a little young,

but the general says
we aren't half bad,

given time.

I don't know.

One hell of a fight.

And now
that General Murren is here,

we'll have better
replacements--

Look, I know you're trying
to make the best of it, okay?

The General's counting on
each of us

to free our--

The key
is getting back alive.

OLDIER:
Kevik.

Live to tell the stories,
kid.

They are better that way.

Sutherland.
They've got it figured out.

Two squads moving here
to pin down the defenses,

and four more come around here
in a pincer move

to cut them off.

Those are the first two--

SUTHERLAND:
What's the range on Warhammer?

What difference
does that make?

Well, it seems
like we're losing a lot of men

to move two blocks east.

If we stop here,
we'll meet no resistance.

We save the two squads.

The Warhammer must be placed

directly underneath
the main citadel.

Designed to take out the city,
distance shouldn't matter.

"Shouldn't matter, sir."

I think it's a lot of lives
for two blocks.

Leave us.

What is your fucking problem,
soldier?

If you take issue with me,
you do so in private.

Then now's the time.

We're here, sir.

I have no love
for these people.

But our job was to deliver
this weapon--

Now, you will not tell me
what our job is.

You will not tell me
what our mission is.

You will not tell me
how to conduct battle.

You will not question
my orders.

Do you understand that?

I would have expected this from
Stoner, but not from you.

Yes, and now he's dead, sir.

After all this,

you would stop for the lives
of a few of these traitors?

Traitors?

I thought they were
your revolutionaries, sir.

[ whirring ]

You look
like you've been through hell.

I have.

[ Abel giggles ]

I had good company.

There's something
you should see.

Deck buffer.

Records the last few programs
that ran on Leighton's system.

There.

She crippled Stoner,

so you'd be forced
to leave him behind.

Nothing on Evans.

Didn't use the deck
for that one.

Is that it?

Mm-mm. Got the tail end
of something else.

A few lines of a file
she downloaded.

It reads
"Stoner, Clavore component.

Evans, Glass Wall passage."

Sutherland,
Loyalist enforcement.

And my name
with nothing after it

except the word Warhammer.

That's not a good list.

She needed each of us
for a certain purpose and--

She needed you last of all.

Something to do
with Warhammer itself.

We have to tell
General Murren.

I just got through
pissing him off.

Then why was she sabotaging
my deck?

MURREN:
I cannot help you

unless we take care
of this first.

Do you understand
what I am telling you?

Sutherland is setting us up.

First Stoner, then Evans.

The guy's been playing us
the whole time.

I took out his partner.

I need you
to take him out now

while he's alone.

This is going to look bad
to my people.

He's supposed to be
your most loyal soldier.

I've already granted you
the eastern sector of Obsidian.

Now, what do you want?

The ports.

Kill him,
and the ports are yours.

RIFKIN:
Always good to do business
with you.

[ indistinct yelling ]

Abel! Abel!

Sutherland?

Abel.
Obsidians know we're here.

They're sending in everyone
they've got.

We need to arm Warhammer,
now.

ABEL:
Where's Sutherland?

Dead.

Meet me in the east exit.

Abel, can you hear me?
Abel, come in!

[ dramatic theme playing ]

What are you?

I am Warhammer.
What is my objective?

Wide range detonation.

Twenty miles.

Dirty fallout.

WARHAMMER:
It is an honor to serve.

Awaiting arming.

Obsidian's forces will be on us
in four minutes.

We need to arm this, now.

No.

Arm this weapon, soldier.
That is an order.

No.

You tell me what happened
to Sutherland.

Sutherland is dead.

They killed him
near the ammo dump.

Now arm the weapon.

No, I will not arm
this weapon

and I will not
fight these people anymore.

Abel, we are this close

to ending 100 years
of conflict.

How many millions of Breccans
have had to die

for us to be standing
right here

underneath the enemy city?

You would stop for the lives
of a few of our soldiers,

soldiers whose job
is to die for Brecca?

That is want soldiers do.

Oh, they sure do,
under your command.

All you have to do
is translate a few lines of code

and we win the war.

Do you understand that?
You are gonna be a hero.

Oh, no, thanks.

Did you sell this same shit
on Leighton?

You shot her
just to cover your own ass.

Leighton understood
the sacrifice.

Understood the sacrifice?

When you pulled that trigger,
she just looked

like another scared kid.

There are always plenty
of scared kids

to take her place.

I had Deanna taken into custody
before we left.

If I don't return,
she is dead.

What would your father
have thought of this?

My father couldn't reach
Obsidian with five armies.

I did it with a bunch
of fucking kids.

Now be a good girl

and arm the weapon.

[ beeping ]

You're a hero.

[ screams then groans ]

Warhammer.

It's one of the old bombs.

The kind that used
to level entire cities.

What can I do?

I'll have to disarm it.

No, for you.
What can I do for you?

Nothing.

You keep him out of here
until I'm done.

Obsidian piece of shit.

How these people ever won
a battle?

[ groans ]

[ beeping ]

[ grunting ]

If that prick
can put it together,

I can take it apart.

MURREN:
You shot me, Sutherland.

Now, I have to kill you.

I thought the medal you gave me
was a fake. Your aim is shit.

[ dramatic theme playing]

Good.
You're already wounded.

It won't make
any difference.

[ laughs ]

You just lost your chance
to die quickly.

It's over.

Don't you get it? We win!

Head's up.

You're a Breccan.
Why do you oppose me?

Time's have changed.
Your cause is dead.

The cause is.

[ groaning ]

I'm still alive, Murren.

You're gonna be a failure!

Just like your father.

You're killing a Breccan.

No. I'm killing a traitor.

If I die, she dies.

So do you!

Fuck the guns, Sutherland.

I will kill you
with my hands.

[ growls ]

[ grunting ]

It's over, Sutherland.
Can you feel it, huh?

We must fulfill our duty
to the cause.

It is dead.

Our city is in ruins.

You are betraying
every one of our soldiers.

Our soldiers are children.

Can't you see? We win!

I see...

that the war is over.

Ugh.

The was is over.

Abel.

Murren?

The only medal
I've ever earned.

Might be the best
the old world had to offer.

I think I'll retire now.

[ explosion
and men yelling indistinctly]

[ soldiers speaking
indistinctly ]

Loyalists?

Soldiers. Well-armed.

Obsidians found us.

This time I was late.

I'm sorry.

Can that be damaged?

Yes. Taken apart, it's just
a bunch of fragile pieces.

Well, if I'm gonna die
for my own lie,

I'm gonna die for my own lie.

I'll be right back.

[ gunfire ]

[ explosion ]

For you actions,

the nation of Obsidian
finds you

worthy of the highest honors

we can bestow
on foreign nationals.

Your bravery and sacrifice
of your general,

have saved the city from
destruction by the Loyalists.

We are in your debt.

You're not in our debt.

We suffered a great deal,

as both our peoples have
for over a century.

I know you have no reason to
value the lives of my friends

who were lost
on the way here.

when so many of your own died
in battles with us.

All I can do

is ask
that you consider one thing.

It's the one thing
that the Loyalists

who brought Warhammer here
were trying to stop.

It's the reason
that General Murren

formed our small party
to track them here

day and night,
all the way from Brecca.

Peace...

and an end to the war.

It's what our General Murren
died for.

It rests on the tongues
of all of you that still live

after ten decades
of madness and death.

And it is the only thing left
worth fighting for.

[ thunder rumbling ]

GIRL 1:
A woman and two men approaching.

Soldiers.

GIRL 2:
Good.

Maybe they'll have
some food?

Stay back.

There are three witches
in here.

Three witches?

I wouldn't wanna take on
one of you.

Then go away.

I'd like to.

What do you think?
Hmm.

No, I don't believe in witches.

[ Abel chuckles ]

We brought food.

[ all laugh ]

We had to leave our posts
because--

It doesn't matter anymore.

The war is over.

The war is over.

[ Abel & Deanna laugh ]

I don't want you
to keep it yet.

No, we're not.

You got too many red decks.

But, April.

[ girls continue speaking
indistinctly ]

DEANNA:
It's mine.

GIRL:
It's mine.

DEANNA:
I said it's mine.

We finally have a real chance
for peace.

It's what Murren wanted.

Yeah, that's what he said
he wanted.

So, what's the difference?

Abel,

no one can ever know
what really happened.

I don't know anything
except what you told me.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do
without a rifle in my hands.

Hey. They should give you
another medal for this.

Which side?

I've got so many medals
and national treasures,

I don't know what to do
with them.

Besides, there's no need
for that anymore.

Evans would've liked it
like that.

Yeah.

Give me that rifle, soldier.

Let me show you how to use
this thing.