(dramatic music continues)
(stone grinding)
(sparks crackling)
(signal warbling)
(distorted voice)
(waves crashing)
(silence)
(inaudible)
(blows thudding) (grunting)
(men grunting)
(blows thudding)
(shouting)
(blow thudding) (men grunting)
(strap creaking)
(man grunting)
(Man grunting)
(strap creaking)
(grunting)
(blow thudding)
(groaning)
(gun clicking)
(device beeping)
(device clicking)
(explosion booming)
(fixture rattling)
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(engine rumbling)
(engine continues rumbling)
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(footsteps tapping)
(phone buzzing)
- No.
Nothing yet.
Yes, sir, we are looking everywhere for him.
I'm about to talk with the lead now though.
Mm.
(phone beeping)
(captive breathing heavily)
- [Man] God, please...
please help me.
Please...
Oh!
(uneasy music)
Please, I'm begging you.
(screaming)
(birds chirping)
(radio playing upbeat music)
(vehicle whooshing)
(footsteps crunching)
(radio continues playing upbeat music)
(locals chattering)
(locals continue chattering)
(sighing)
(birds chirping)
- [Sports Announcer] The line.
- Come on baby, come on, run like the wind, move.
(crowd cheering)
(crowd groans)
- What's going on with the TV?
- What's going around here? Josey!
- Hey look, if we go to Big George's,
maybe we get that big satellite-
- Big George what?
Big George is a good 30 miles away.
And cut it with that.
Besides, does Big George serve you
a very special Montecassino Birra?
- No, uh- - Does Big George serve
the best damn hot wings in the county?
- Well, I do love those damn wings.
- Yes you do.
- The internet will go back.
It always does. Relax.
- Okay, so the vehicle moves from rest at the speed
of 25 meters per second.
- You gotta be kidding me.
Come on, man, stock the shelves
and get your head outta that thing.
How many times I gotta tell you.
And Chase, this is your job.
- This is my job.
(bell ringing)
- What good does an education do
if you just work a dead-beat...
job?
It's great.
It makes sense.
(radio playing calm music)
Be good.
We're outta Red Bull again.
I'm sorry, my dad forgot to order it.
It won't be here until next week.
- Alright.
You mixed your vectors up here.
- What?
What?
- That, it should go right there.
(keyboard clicking)
(Chase exhaling)
(glass clinking)
- You're right.
- Yeah.
- Cheeky, is your internet working?
- [Chase] Yeah. Why?
- The game just went out. It's a mess.
They're gonna slit my throat.
Hey.
Um, I'll figure it out.
I don't know. Gotta go.
- Kenny says we jump in the truck
and we have to go all the way down. What is it, 30 miles?
- I feel like it's a "Poltergeist". It's gonna run
out of the TV and hit me in the head
I'm just sayin' bud.
- Gotta watch this. I got a football game here.
- I gotta still settle up and all that...
- Hey, calm down, this round's on the house.
- Alright.
- Well that changes things.
- [Announcer] Two yards shy...
(Josey screaming)
We got the big one, we got it.
(crowd shouting faintly)
(customer clapping)
- [Announcer] And Stuart will throw.
(announcer chattering) (crowd chattering)
- You fixed it?
Was that you?
- I...
yeah.
- Well, you saved my ass.
The least I can do is buy you a drink.
What's your poison?
- I gotta get back.
- Come on, everyone loves alcohol and football.
This round here.
Okay, I know we don't follow their rules,
but as a fellow alien in this town,
I deserve to know your mission.
I got my own secrets. Let's negotiate.
- Where are you from?
Ay, you come by every other Sunday,
if not for the game, then what, confession?
(Guy chuckles)
- What, are you keeping tabs on me?
- Not much happening around here.
- Look, I live out of town a ways.
I gotta come in once in a while for these supplies.
- Okay.
That's...
maybe next time?
Drinks on me.
(pensive music)
- Toilet paper?
Really?
Jesus Christ.
(engine growling)
(tense music)
- [Marcus] And we have scanned Europe, Asia...
- Asia! (chuckles)
Jack didn't go to Asia.
You barely get him to come into the office
when I used to work with him.
Look, we've talked about this.
The reason his passport's being flagged is he wants you
to think he's left the country.
Probably gave it to somebody to transit internationally.
Here he's tapped into the Customs Department network.
- So you think he's here in the States?
- It's not where I'd hide.
But Jack, he's not really the exotic type, is he?
He's more of a Red Bull,
dirt bike, paranoid prepper type.
Hey, put your satellites on the Southeast, okay?
And I mean, deep in the bayou,
one of those shit dirt towns where nobody visits
and everybody minds their own business.
You'll find him.
- Belcor is fixated on his golden boy.
He wants him back and quick.
- It doesn't matter.
I'm heading the program up now, Marcus.
- (chuckles) That's...
that's not what I hear.
- Hmm.
- Belcor made a deal with our Italian friends,
promised them a working design six months ago.
I'll find him.
- You'll find him?
Not if he finds you first.
(apple crunching)
Good.
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
(engine rumbling)
(engine revving)
(engine growling)
(birds chirping)
- Yeah.
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(insects buzzing)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(scanner beeping)
(door creaking)
(lock clicking)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicking)
(electricity buzzing)
(radio playing calm music)
(electricity buzzing)
(switch clicking)
(device humming)
(glasses clicking)
(sponge rustling)
(solder crackling)
(radio playing calm music)
(birds chirping)
(Guy sighing)
(Guy grunting)
(ax thudding)
(light music)
Rook...
to A5.
(Guy sighing)
(handle creaking)
Goddammit.
(handle creaking)
(light music) (birds chirping)
Okay.
(tense music) (siren wailing)
- Anything?
- Satellites came up empty.
- So Ranish is full of it.
- Maybe not.
Someone ordered an Nvidia A100 graphics card.
Six months ago one was shipped to a PO Box,
Memphis, Tennessee.
Name on it. Get this...
Guy Smith.
(ominous music)
- Get me locations on any towns in that region,
every asset, every eye in the sky in this...
And get me on the next flight!
(birds chirping)
- Alright. Alright.
(light music)
(light music continues)
(water splashing)
(birds chirping)
(Guy grunting) (tool clanking)
(insects buzzing)
(birds chirping)
(mallet banging)
(shrub rustling)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(twigs snapping)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(vehicle whooshing)
(Marcus exhaling deeply)
(birds chirping)
(bell ringing)
(glass clinking)
(uneasy music)
(water burbling)
- Excuse me.
(Marcus exhaling)
(bottle crunching)
Need help?
- Oh.
I'm not from around here.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I figured.
- You figured what exactly?
- Well, nobody from around here rocks clothes like that, so.
(Marcus chuckles)
- The sharp eye.
No, I'm just um...
passing through.
Looking for a place to stay.
You know any good places?
- There's just one.
There's a bed and breakfast down the street.
Josey and her family run it.
Josey runs the Rocking Horse.
- Bed and breakfast.
- Yeah.
- Down the street.
- Yeah.
(bottle crunching)
- I'll get you on the next one.
(bell ringing)
- Okay, we're ready.
Welcome to the Land of Hospitality.
I am Josefina, everybody calls me Josey.
And this is your temporary home.
It's our little slice of Latino flavor in town.
Your room is up the stairs.
Are you okay, are you looking for anything?
Can I help you with something or...?
All good?
Okay. - Okay.
- Here's your room.
Be my guest.
How long are you staying?
- [Marcus] I'll let you know.
- What?
(Josey exhaling)
You need anything, let me know.
(Josey speaking Spanish)
(keyboard clicking) (computer beeping)
(drones beeping)
(siren whooping)
(tense music)
- What's all this?
- Oh...
they're drones.
- What do you need that for?
- Getting recordings of the tree growth in the area.
I'm with the Department of Interior.
I got my ID right here.
Your trees are full of disease.
- Yeah, the feds are going all high tech, huh?
- You could say something like that.
- We've been begging for a bigger budget.
Begging.
And look at all the little toys you got over here.
- Ah, I feel you, sheriff. I do.
We are understaffed and overworked all the same.
I can't remember the last time I had a day off.
Can you?
- I remember.
- How much help you got out here?
- If you need anything, you give us a call.
You have a nice day.
(engine starts)
Let's go.
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
- Okay, I need a second opin...
Here you go.
Hot and fresh
for my little nerd. - Thank you.
- You have to feed the brain too.
Oye.
- It's so good.
- That weirdo with the egg, I saw him come through here.
- He came here.
Yeah. - What's up?
- He didn't even pay.
He just left. - Excuse me.
- He's trouble.
- Trouble? He's an asshole is what he is.
(Josey speaking Spanish)
- I don't understand you.
I don't understand.
- Literally, he shut the door on my face.
- He shut the door on your face?
- In my...
He went like this, you know what I'm talking about.
- Oh yeah. - He was just rude.
He was disrespectful.
Was he mean to you?
How was he?
- No, he was just,
he was acting really weird.
- Creepy is what he is.
- He is creepy.
- Yeah, I don't like him.
(glass clinking)
How are things back there?
What's going on?
- If I get that scholarship, I'm gone.
Not looking back.
Thank you for the food.
(locals chattering)
(tense music)
- Hey you guys.
- Are you serious? (laughs)
(locals chattering)
- Jesus Christ.
(tense music)
(bell ringing)
(pen scratching)
(Chase sighing)
- Gotta calculate, huh?
- You scared the crap outta me.
Yeah, it's...
This stuff is hard.
- Yeah.
You need some help?
Now you gotta take that number.
Break it down. Split it up.
No, split. Yeah, split that.
- Like this.
- There you go.
- Oh.
- Look at the big brain on you.
Alright. It's just step by step.
So what's new?
Anything ever go on in this town?
- Actually, this asshole came in
looking for a place to stay.
Had beady eyes, looked kind of creepy.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- It was probably just a tourist.
- Tourists never just show up here.
- Well, maybe it was an illegal
in search of the American dream.
Either way, it's probably best to
trust your instincts.
You let me know if you need any help.
- I will.
Thank you for the help.
(locals chattering)
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
(handle rattling)
(bell ringing)
- The man who was just in here,
do you know him?
- Who?
- Boy, what are you a fucking owl?
That guy with, uh, a beard.
- Beards are kind of in fashion these days.
- Don't...
(Marcus chuckles)
I just saw him leave.
- A lot of people come in here.
- So a lot of people come in here.
Now...
you seem like a smart kid.
Stop fucking around.
- I am pretty smart.
I got a 1580 on that SAT, so-
(blow thudding)
- Talk.
- Uh...
Okay, okay.
There's a guy that comes in here sometimes.
He buys supplies.
He lives somewhere off the grid.
That's all I know. Okay?
Okay!
(tense music)
- If I find out
you know more,
I'll be back.
And next time,
well...
you know what happens if I come back.
You're a smart kid.
You got 1580 on your SAT.
- Chase.
Delivery guy out back. Give me a hand.
- Anything else I can help you with, sir?
(footsteps tapping)
(birds chirping)
(bird fluttering)
(uneasy music)
(locals chattering)
- Bobby (speaking Spanish), you're finally back.
Oh my God, where were you? Please.
(phone buzzing)
- [Woman] Marcus, I picked up a highly active wireless signal
coming from an area near you that has been uninhabitable
for the last 20 years.
I attached the location.
(Man chanting in foreign language)
(contemplative music)
(phone buzzing)
(tense music)
(GPS beeping)
(birds chirping)
- Alright, fellas.
Target's supposed to be brought back alive, okay?
Alive!
Rock salt only.
- So we're going after some Oppenheimer wannabe?
- Just focus.
Hey Marcus.
- He's eight miles south of Marker 52.
- How'd you find him?
- These are the best guys you got?
- These are the best guys I could get
in short notice, Marcus.
I got two more guys blocking the street.
(tense music)
Alright guys, let's go.
Come on, let's go.
Load it up.
- [Woman] Excuse me, sir,
but someone has bypassed the firewall
and accessed the employee tracker.
- How do you know?
- [Woman] Because there's multiple logins
from a former employee account.
We're on it. I'll keep you updated.
- Yeah, sure.
Have security confiscate every phone,
every fucking computer.
We've been hacked.
- I'll get on it right away, sir.
Also, Ranish is waiting outside for you.
- Have him waiting.
Shit!
Why is this happening to me?
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Now.
(alarm beeping)
(alarm buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Alright, look out, here we go.
Move forward. Forward now.
- I see you.
- Oh, shit.
(tense music)
- What the hell? These lights.
- Why are these here?
(keyboard clicking)
(explosion thundering)
(mercenary screaming)
- What the fuck?
(mercenary screaming)
- Don't touch me!
(gun bangs)
(suspenseful music)
- Move it. Get through.
- Go, go, go!
Marcus. Come on, let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(Guy breathing heavily)
- Oh, shit.
(landmine clicking) - Oh, shit!
Landmine.
- Come on, toss it.
Toss me the weapon.
Smoke grenade.
Smoke grenade. Smoke him out.
Do it!
- Throw in the fucking smoke.
(grenade hissing)
(exhaust hissing)
(grenade whooshing)
- Holy shit!
- Hold your breath!
Up, on your feet!
Let's go! Come on!
On your feet! Let's go!
- We don't leave until we get him!
- Fuck you! You go in there and get him!
(mercenaries coughing)
(grenade hissing)
(tense music)
(switch clicking)
(Guy panting)
(engine rumbling)
(engine continues rumbling)
(mercenary coughing)
- I told you, you're not leaving here.
- We're hired help.
You're on your own now.
(gun bangs)
(uneasy music)
(siren wailing)
- Yeah, yeah. I get it.
I just want some good news for a change.
- He knew we were coming.
He wiped out the entire team.
- That's not fucking good news.
(exhaling deeply)
(uneasy music)
Get Ranish in here.
- Yes, sir.
(engine roaring)
(intrepid music)
(moves to solemn music)
(solemn music continues)
(tires squealing)
- Hey. Hey, that's him, right?
That's him!
Go, go, go! Let's go!
(suspenseful music)
(engine revving)
(engine growling)
(tires squealing)
(metal clanging)
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
(crash thundering)
(engine growling)
- Sorry. I was across the street.
What's so urgent?
- Come in, close the door.
First of all, we've been hacked.
All the information's leaked out.
And I don't fucking care, we might be bugged.
People might hear what we're saying.
And your friend Jack,
he's been located...
- Let me guess, some forgotten town
in the southeastern part of the United States.
- I always liked you because you're fucking smart.
Sit down.
- Thanks.
So, now...
you're smart so you think,
would it be a possibility
to end this project by yourself?
I'll get you any help you need.
I mean, but do you really need Jack?
- He would be helpful,
but I taught him most of what he knows.
Best student I ever had,
figure out and solve solutions in time
that it'd take most scientists a decade.
- Yeah.
And you think it's smart stealing research,
research that I paid millions for.
- We always knew he was a wild card.
He was brought in here
because everyone believed he could finish this.
Now, it's not my fault
that somebody disclosed your intention was to weaponize it.
- Marcus and his team, they found him.
- Marcus is in the Southeast?
- Yep.
- He'll come home in a body bag.
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(keys jingling)
(lock clicking)
(chain clinking)
(door creaking)
(water burbling)
(tense music)
(engine growling)
(locals chattering)
(Guy panting)
(keys jingling)
- Let me go! Let me go!
- Sh.
- What are you doing?
- They found me.
- Who found you? What?
The asshole tourist guy?
- Yeah.
Look, he works for my former employer.
- What do they want?
- It's a long story. Listen.
Have you seen any other guys like him around here?
- No. No, I don't think so.
- Well, they're coming.
(Guy breathing heavily)
- Who's coming? - I gotta go.
- Who's coming?
Wait, hold on.
Wait, where are you gonna go?
- I'll figure it out.
- Wait, hold on, I got a place you can hide.
It's this war bunker thing.
They used it to hide weapons from the north
after the end of the war.
I can show you where it is.
- Well...
does anybody else know about this place?
- No, I don't think so.
It's pretty impossible to find.
I can show you where it is.
I can go with you. - No, no.
You stay put and you stay right here.
Do you understand me?
Do not follow me.
These people are extremely dangerous.
Hey.
You're a good kid, Chase.
Stick to your books, alright?
- Wait!
(uneasy music)
(Josey laughing)
(radio playing calm music)
- I got you.
Come on, come on, come on.
My beer, Amelia. Quick, quick, quick.
Here you go.
Oh my God, let me take this out of your way.
Marquito, clean this up.
So sorry for the delay,
your pizza's gonna be right here.
- Hey.
I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving.
- Leaving. Why?
- Yeah, look, I need you...
It doesn't matter. Okay?
I just need you to keep looking after Chase.
He's a good kid.
He's got huge potential.
(Guy sighing)
And I just need you to know that I really wanted
to have that beer with you and watch the game
and just been able to sit here with you.
(horn beeping)
- What is that?
(wistful music)
(wistful music continues)
(Guy exhaling)
- Down there?
- Yeah. - No.
- Yeah.
- Listen to me, I'm not doing it.
- Don't even debate me.
- No, I'm not- - You're going.
I need somebody who knows how he thinks
and how he maneuvers out there.
- You know I hate the South.
I'm not going down to those mosquito-infested...
old country. - Yes you are!
And you're going to get my best strike team
to do all the heavy lifting.
All you gotta do is to lead them to the target.
- I apologize, I don't chase people
around in back country woods.
And I'm not gonna go down-
- Hey! I paid you a fucking fortune!
Now it's time for payback.
You get out there and you get him
and you bring him back to me.
Okay?
(tense music)
- Go run to my house, I get my bag packed.
- No need.
The bag is packed.
You're leaving right now.
Break a leg, pal.
(ominous music)
(crickets chirruping)
(footsteps tapping)
(engine humming)
(door whirring)
- I don't need you here.
- Marcus.
I thought you'd be dead by now.
Just tell me all the ways it went wrong.
- It was an ambush.
Whole team was taken out by booby traps.
- How was it an ambush if you were going after him?
- This, this is your mess now.
I'm just working cleanup.
What's your plan?
- Oh no. No, this is our mess.
And it's very simple.
We're gonna go to his place.
We're gonna salvage all of his research.
We're gonna find it and bring him back to Belcor.
Simple as that.
- Just the two of us?
- No.
Belcor has lost complete confidence in you.
No, he sent in the private team.
They'll be here in two hours.
Look on the bright side,
they're gonna have another shot at the golden boy.
- [Sheriff] Hey!
How's the scouting going?
You getting your shots, Spielberg?
- It's great, Sheriff.
- Who's your new sidekick, director?
- I had to call in some extra hands.
- What'd you say?
- Some extra hands.
- You're very lucky to have him, sir.
He's a uh...
He's a real auteur, real Robert Bresson.
- Huh, outstanding.
Y'all need anything, I'll be right here.
Have a nice night.
- You do the same, Sheriff.
- Hey, hey.
How many more people coming to my town?
- Just be a few of us, Sheriff.
- You have really fucked this up, huh?
- Don't worry about it.
The whole town has that deaf bastard,
and a deputy looks like he's 18 looking after it.
- I'm not staying there.
- [Marcus] Oh. (insect buzzing)
Stay in your car then.
(insect buzzing)
(restrained music) (crickets chirruping)
(insects buzzing)
(frogs croaking)
(can clicking)
(tool tapping)
(uneasy music)
(footfalls swishing)
- No! Let go!
- Chase, what the fuck are you doing here?
What the fuck are you doing here?
- I knew you'd found it.
- I told you...
not to follow me. - I know what you said.
- Did anybody see you come up here?
- Nobody followed me. I made sure.
- Goddammit. (Chase exhaling)
- I brought you your supplies from the store,
the stuff you usually get.
(Chase breathing heavily)
Oh my God, you gotta stop sneaking up on me like that.
Jesus!
(crickets chirruping) (insects buzzing)
- Thank you for the supplies.
- Yeah, of course.
(Guy chuckles)
What?
- This reminds me of home.
- Your mom made you eat this shit?
(Guy chuckles)
- Yeah.
(fire crackling)
How many are there?
- Maybe a dozen.
Give or take.
- Drones?
- Yeah, I've seen a few buzzing around.
Why are they looking for you?
- Well...
cold fusion.
Yeah.
Cold fusion.
I was building a mini-reactor prototype.
Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.
Could hold a charge for 20 years.
- Okay.
What happened?
- I didn't finish it.
- Why not?
You could have unlimited energy.
That would change everything.
- Yeah, well, that was the idea.
But they wanted to weaponize it.
A tweak here, a little adjustment there and...
(Guy imitates explosion blasting)
So I took my research and I...
I disappeared.
(Chase exhaling)
- What's next?
- I think it's time to disappear again.
- Maybe it's time to stop running
and stick it to these creeps.
I mean, you're way smarter than them.
- Chase, I think it's time for you to go.
Get back before they realize you're gone.
These guys are dangerous.
I don't think you know what you're doing here.
(pensive music)
- Yeah. Okay.
- [Guy] I'd talk to the sheriff if I were you.
- What?
- Talk to the Sheriff.
- Sheriff. Yeah, okay.
- Thank you for the stew.
- Yeah, of course.
Okay.
(uneasy music)
- Make sure every vehicle's been tagged with a tag.
- Copy that.
- You should be able to pull it up.
- Couldn't just disappear to the south of France
or vanish to the Amalfi Coast.
Right? He had to come to this shithole.
- If you're finished,
Mia's got a pin on the motorcycle.
- Really?
Pull it up.
That's...
(tense music)
- He should be right here.
(footsteps tapping)
(Ranish chuckles)
- Okay. Let's pay him a visit.
- Don't bother.
It's a damn kid.
(birds chirping)
(footsteps crunching)
(ax thudding)
(light music)
(device beeping)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Facial recognition.
Nice, Jack.
- You don't belong here.
(gun bangs)
(tense music)
- Ow. Fuck!
(birds chirping)
- Oh, shit.
It's wired to blow.
(lock clicking)
- Alright, let's go.
- No!
Set the charge.
- Oh, fuck.
(device beeping)
- This is the A team?
- Blow it please.
(explosion thundering)
Grab everything.
Notebooks, drives,
anything that might contain research is potential.
Holy shit, Jack.
What a shithole.
You gave up 50 billion for this.
(electricity buzzing)
- Oh God, no, no, no!
Get him off!
(mercenary grunting)
(electricity humming)
Goddammit.
He wired this table.
Probably half this room is armed.
Keep looking.
Don't touch anything unless I say it's okay.
(tense music)
(items rattling)
(ominous music)
Let's go, let's go. Pack it up.
- Rotate the men guarding the highway.
Keep sending out patrols, alright?
I want every vehicle in this shithole tagged,
every exit covered.
- Got it.
- Marcus, see if Mia's got anything for you.
I'll see you down here in 30, 30 minutes.
Hey, is...
- Hey, what's wrong, Cheeky?
- They're after me.
I don't have time. Okay?
- What? Who? Wait!
- Welcome in.
What can we get you?
- [Josey] How about a Maker?
- Yeah.
What's your name?
- Josefina. Josey.
- Josey.
Thanks.
This is a sweet little place you have here, Josey.
- Thank you.
- I couldn't do it.
The whole organization,
upkeep, cleaning, sweeping.
There's amazing history about brooms.
Broomstick's been around since thousands of years.
First the Greeks, then the Egyptians.
Medieval Europeans, they standardized it.
But it was the Shakers,
in the 1800s, that really changed the game.
Gave it that long, flat profile
that you're using there today.
- Wow.
Not much on history.
- No?
It is.
History tells us everything we wanna know about the future.
Believe it or not,
that broomstick, like all things,
it has a historical evolution.
Do you know with time, true story, people figured out a way
to use that cleaning device there as a weapon?
That broom has been used for horrible things,
unspeakable humiliations.
It'll make your skin crawl.
Documented cases of people being physically assaulted
and penetrated over and over again.
Now, where's the young man I saw come in here?
(uneasy music)
- Look-
- Where is he!
- Hey, Josey. What is on the TV?
We got a game going on.
The game's on, right? - Two draughts, Right?
I'll fix it. We'll fix it.
- [Eddie] Give me the remote please, Maya.
- [Maya] Yes.
- Alright.
Hey, thank you for the drink.
- Ay.
- [Eddie] You alright, Josey?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Chase, stop, tell me what's going on!
- I don't have time. I'm sorry.
(birds chirping)
- You got a rock hard pillow in that shitty B and B.
And bugs, ticks, bloodsucking ticks.
I need to get home, Marcus,
and you're not helping me.
- Oh, this is your show, Ranish.
Remember?
And what we have is a signal.
We know that he is within two miles of us.
- How do we know that?
- Because we have a tag
and a mark on every signal in the area.
He moves, we'll know.
- Okay.
And this auxiliary team,
they got all these exit points closed off?
- Every exit out of this filthy,
fucking shithole has been covered.
How do they say here?
The noose is tight.
- We found something.
(uneasy music)
(camera beeping)
(birds chirping)
- Clear the door.
- Go ahead.
Tim.
(Guy gasping)
- Open it.
- On you.
- Go.
(uneasy music)
(Marcus screaming)
This fucking...
- Jesus Christ.
- Open it.
- Don't waste your time.
He didn't leave behind anything that matters.
- How do you know that?
- Because he's watching us.
Mia, you said you had a signal earlier.
Can you jam it?
- Of course I can. - No.
Jam the signal, he gets spooked.
- We should be so lucky, sweetheart.
- [Mia] Just give me a few minutes.
- Thank you.
- Let's go.
Let's go!
(tense music)
(Guy breathing heavily)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Marcus panting)
(Guy panting)
- Come on.
Over here.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Up the fucking hill!
Ha! up top!
- Yeah, okay.
Okay.
(explosive beeping)
(control beeping)
- It's him.
(control beeping)
(explosion thundering)
- [Mercenary] Fuck!
- Over here!
Get him!
(Guy panting)
- Wait! Pau, stop!
(gun bangs)
(Guy grunting)
(Guy groaning)
(restrained music)
(Guy grunting)
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
Smile, Marcus.
- Mm.
Pau, keep the guys up top.
Follow the stream down.
- [Pau] Got it.
(tense music)
- [Marcus] Let's go.
I've got something that'll flush him out.
Back to the van now!
(light music)
- Oh, fuck.
(Guy grunting)
Oh!
No more running.
(intrepid music)
(knife clicking)
(knife grinding)
(tape ripping)
(container squeaking)
(tool clanking)
(intrepid music)
(intrepid music continues)
(device beeping)
(tape ripping)
(control beeping)
(explosive beeping)
(glass shattering)
(tape ripping)
(intrepid music)
(intrepid music continues)
(ax thudding)
(ax scratching)
(ax thudding)
(knife scratching)
(intrepid music)
(solemn music)
(solemn music continues)
(switch clicking)
(Chase sighing)
(uneasy music)
- Now, I told you I'd be back.
- What do you want?
(Chase grunting)
- Little shit!
- Leave me alone!
(rack rattling)
(suspenseful music)
Why are you chasing me?
- You fuck! Let go!
- I got it. - Move!
- Look out.
(Chase grunting)
(tires squealing)
(horn beeping)
(tires squealing)
- Go around!
- Yeah. On it, on it.
(suspenseful music)
(Chase panting)
(Chase grunting)
(Marcus panting)
(Chase grunting)
(rack rattling)
- Shit.
- I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm sorry.
- Little shit!
(Marcus shouting)
(uneasy music)
Shit.
(Sarah screaming)
(wares rattling)
- [Chase] I'm okay.
(Marcus growling)
(Chase panting)
- Nowhere to go, kid. - Holy shit!
- Shit!
- [Chase] Stop!
- Pau, grab him!
- Shit! Let me go!
(Marcus grunting)
What did I do?
- Get him, get him! Okay, get him!
- Hey, what...
- I'm sorry. - Hey, what's going?
- Please help! Please!
- [Marcus] Grab him! - What?
- Move!
(Chase grunting)
(Chase panting)
- Oh, God.
- Freaking kid.
- What?
- Piece of shit!
- Darn it!
(Chase grunting)
- Agh! - Hey!
He's yours!
- I said I'm on it.
I just want to talk.
- [Chase] Oh, no you don't.
No, you don't! Get away from me!
I don't know anything.
Let me go!
(siren whooping)
It's me, it's me!
Sheriff!
- [Sheriff] Now go! Get out, get out!
- Hey, please stop! Freeze!
- [Mercenary] Shoot him.
- Oh my God! Put the gun down!
(gun bangs)
Please!
(sheriff gurgling)
- Oh my God!
(Chase breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(sheriff gasping)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
- Shit!
(Chase panting)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Chase grunting)
(Chase breathing heavily)
No, no, no!
- I got you!
(Guy grunting)
- Oh my God.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
Shit.
(footsteps tapping)
Oh, fuck.
(door opens)
No.
- Ow!
Hey! I'm not going anywhere!
- Shut up.
Hurry the fuck up.
- [Sheriff] Hi, you've reached Sheriff Pancho.
Leave me your name, number,
and I'll get right back to you.
- Sheriff, it's Josey. I need your help.
(Josey gasping)
They have Chase.
- I know.
- What the hell is going on, Guy?
Don't bullshit me!
- It's not good.
- What?
- I was gonna take these motherfuckers out one by one,
- Who are you?
Enough with the mystery.
- Lucky them, their plans have changed.
They got Chase, so...
I need your help.
- Anything.
- Okay.
I need you to distract 'em
and take 'em over to the Harrisburg Monastery.
- Okay, I'll do it.
(uneasy music)
(footsteps tapping)
- Josey?
No.
- Okay, I'm ready to talk.
- No, no, no, no.
- I want you out of here.
I'll tell you where he is.
- Josey.
My favorite history student.
And yet, if I'm being honest,
I think you're lying.
- I'm telling the truth, but I'm a business woman.
I'll send you his way in exchange for the kid.
- Oh boy.
- Why don't you tell us where he is?
Quick.
- He's...
he's at the abandoned Harrisburg Monastery.
- And where might we find that?
- Please just give me the kid.
10 miles north,
outside of town.
- Right.
Okay, okay, okay. Okay.
He's got a terrible temper. I apologize.
- What about the kid?
- I'll tell you what.
You keep this between us,
you and that boy will not end up dead
back in that lovely little bar of yours.
Scout's honor.
Which should be burned to the ground, so.
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(vehicle whooshing)
- [Belcor] Seven of my men are dead.
What the hell is going on?
He's still alive, right?
- He is.
And if you'll just let me explain.
- [Belcor] No, I don't want to hear you
explaining ever again.
You're not hearing me, Ranish.
(Guy breathing heavily)
Do you understand that we are running out of time.
And when I say we, I mean you.
- Well, he's proven
to be more resourceful than we anticipated.
But we believe that with a little bit of time,
if you- - Don't you talk to me
like a fucking politician!
I need him back here now!
Fucking now! (phone beeping)
- Mia, all set?
- Mm-hmm.
- Make sure we got the shells.
Come on, let's go.
Come on guys, let's go.
- That seemed pleasant.
- Let's just get home.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Wait, wait. Hold on guys.
I'm losing signal.
(device beeping)
(guns clicking)
(explosion thundering)
- Shit!
Where's he at!
- Get down! No!
Where the fuck is he?
(weapon hissing) (mercenary shouting)
(mercenary grunting)
- [Mercenary] Come on, get him.
(mercenary grunting)
(Marcus cackling)
- Are you shitting me?
He's shooting fucking arrows!
- Split up.
(suspenseful music)
(Guy breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Stop.
Goddammit.
Jesus. What the...?
Where the fuck are you?
(lighter crackling)
(flame hissing)
(gun bangs)
(blow thudding)
(weapon clanking)
(gun clicking)
- Hey, there he is.
(tense music)
- Why are you stopping?
Fucking move!
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
(mercenary grunting)
- Shh!
(knife swishing)
(mercenary gasping)
(Marcus growling)
- Ranish, do you copy me?
Does anyone read me?
Sit the fuck down!
(tense music)
- Clear.
(phone ringing)
(phone beeping)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Jack, just listen to me.
You know what they want.
They're prepared to give you everything.
Money, power, all of it.
- It's not a weapon.
- Then come home and have that conversation with them.
- Just leave me the fuck alone.
- But that's not what you wanted 19 years ago, right,
when you were starting out and you had nothing?
Am I not the one that got you started?
And Jack, you like game theory, right?
Play this out for me.
You got a half dozen men dead in the woods.
Jack, this has gotta be dealt with.
- I never wanted to kill anybody.
- I know that.
Come home, let Belcor help you.
I can have you back in the city in six hours.
I'll help you.
- I don't want your help.
- They're gonna kill me, Jack.
(gun bangs)
No!
Stop!
(Marcus breathing heavily)
(Marcus grunting)
(Marcus screaming)
(Marcus groans)
(Marcus exhaling)
(footsteps tapping)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(footsteps tapping)
- Jack...
(Marcus grunting)
(Marcus gasping)
(blows thudding)
(strap creaking)
(Guy grunting)
- Don't feel so smart now, do you, Guy?
(Guy grunting)
(blow thudding)
(Marcus screaming)
(gun clicking)
(device beeping)
(device clicking)
(explosion roaring)
(ground rumbling)
(fire crackling)
(Guy breathing heavily)
(Guy grunting)
- Chase.
(intrepid music)
(intrepid music continues)
Fuck!
(Guy breathing heavily)
Fuck.
- I never pulled a trigger, Jack.
I swear to God I'll put a bullet in his head.
- I'm so sorry.
- Wait, no, no. It's okay.
- I'm sorry.
- Ranish, let him go.
This is not the kid's fight.
- Is this a fight?
Christ!
I just want you to come home and finish what you started!
- Okay.
I'll give you everything.
- No! - Wait! Wait!
Hold on, Chase! - No, you can't do that!
- Settle the fuck down!
I will give you everything.
I got full-scale program completion.
It's sealed, but it is completed.
I got multiple AutoCADs.
I got BIM, I got geographics.
I got everything that Belcor needs.
- I'm out of time, Jack.
I just need you to tell me where it's at.
- No, please- - Where is it!
- You want the program?
You give me the kid.
(uneasy music)
(engine rumbling)
(vehicle whooshing)
- I hate it down here.
And I blame you for it.
You didn't have to make these last few days so unpleasant.
It's all inevitable, Jack.
Nobody hides from Belcor.
- Did he tell you to say that?
- I can't really blame the guy.
Expect him to let you disappear with 15 years of technology,
is that what you thought?
- I thought we wanted the same thing, Ranish.
You sold your soul.
What's that taste like, huh?
Shit?
- Always so self-righteous.
Everybody on the team though, is well paid, well compensated
and rewarded for our work, including you.
- Our work?
They wouldn't let you run the HR department
if it weren't for me, Ranish.
- None of this matters anymore.
We're gonna take you back
and you're gonna do the work that's needed,
and then you can go disappear
in some other insect-filled cesspit
in the other end of the world.
- Hey, you might want to take the back road.
- What? - The back road.
- Hey, sit down! - Get off me, get off me!
Take the back road.
Turn left! Turn left! - Jack! Jack!
- You're gonna hit the fucking mine!
- Sit down, Jack!
- You're gonna miss the landmine.
- Jack, sit down!
- Do you wanna hit the landmine?
- Oh, goddammit! (Ranish screaming)
(Mercenary screaming)
Idiot!
- What are you doing?
(taser buzzing)
- Jesus Christ!
What the fuck are you thinking?
Dammit!
- [Mia] Oh my God!
- Chase, grab it!
(crash thundering)
(smoke hissing)
(Guy grunting)
Fuck!
(Chase moaning) Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Come on this way.
This way, this way.
Come on.
(Chase groaning)
Come on.
Come on. Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
Let's go.
This way.
- Where are we going?
Where are we going?
(Mercenary grunting)
(Ranish coughing)
(Chase groaning)
(Guy grunting)
(smoke hissing)
(Ranish coughing)
(Guy grunting)
- Hey...
there's only one way out of this.
Hey.
It's time for you to go.
- What are you talking about?
- Look, wherever I go, they're gonna follow me.
Alright? You gotta go.
You gotta go.
Alright? Come on.
Go.
Come on.
Go. Hey
(Guy breathing heavily)
Thank you.
(somber music)
Go!
- Thank you.
(Chase groaning)
(Guy grunting)
(birds chirping)
(Guy grunting)
- Shit.
- No, put it down.
- Fuck him!
- Put the gun down!
Put it down!
- Seriously?
- What the fuck are you doing, Jack?
Where are you going?
Belcor will never stop coming for you!
(somber music)
- Yeah, you're right.
This has gotta end.
Right now.
Right here.
(gun bangs)
- No. Oh, no.
No!
Hey! Don't shoot!
No!
Goddammit!
- Are you kidding me?
- Shit!
(gun bangs)
Jack! Jack, get...
Get outta the fucking truck!
Get the fuck out of the truck!
Get the fuck out!
(indistinct hissing)
(fire whooshing)
Get out!
(explosion thundering)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(Ranish grunting)
Get your hands off me!
I wanna talk to Belcor!
Hey!
(door slams shut)
(lock clicking)
God.
(footsteps tapping)
(computer beeping)
- So alone.
He's dead?
- No, no. Belcor...
listen.
Listen to me, we don't need him.
- Wow, great news.
So now you can do it all by yourself?
- I can do this!
- That's fantastic.
- I swear to God I can do this!
- Well, I'm a generous man.
I'm gonna let you.
You're going to stay down there
until my project is completed.
- No.
- Yeah. - No.
- Now, get to work.
- No, no!
(electricity buzzing)
(machine whirring)
(machine humming)
(traffic rumbling) (siren wailing)
(announcer chattering)
(light music)
(light music continues)
(machine whirring)
(machine beeping)
(machine humming)
(machine beeping)
(machine whirring)
(machine beeping)
(Ranish coughing)
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
You're alive you...
you son of a bitch.
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey! He's alive!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
He's alive!
Hey, open this!
He's alive!
Belcor!
(birds chirping)
(footsteps tapping)
- Look at you.
- You look cool.
- Yeah, it's the...
it's the mustache.
- (laughs) Yeah.
I can't believe I'm here now.
- Yeah, I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again.
- Okay, I'm here.
Are you gonna tell me how you got out of there?
- Well, there was an old truck that sat outside my place.
I built an escape hatch under the truck.
Grade 10 low-alloy reinforced steel.
Shockwaves spread laterally. Right?
- Explosions move outward, not downward.
- You got it.
- Wow!
You're here to give me your research.
Huh? (Guy chuckles)
- Yeah. When you're ready,
we can talk about that. - When I'm ready. Alright.
- Oh, hey. - When I'm ready.
- Somebody wants to say hi.
- Oh my God!
- Cheeky!
- What are you doing here?
- I'm with him.
USC! I'm so proud of you!
Time to make your dreams come true.
Here are some tacos al pastor too.
- Thank you.
- Alright, we should go.
- Where are you guys going?
- We'll be around.
Oh, and that's for you.
So long!
(engine growling)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(undaunted music)
(undaunted music continues)
(resolute music)
(resolute music continues)
(intrepid music)
(intrepid music continues)
(intrepid music fades)