Future Soldier (2023) Movie Script
1
- Glad you decided to
join the program, sir.
We need good soldiers,
and the Hoplite initiative
will make you the best.
- Just doing my duty, sir.
- That's the spirit we need.
Put the commies
back in the ground.
Mo, you've met Dr. Heart.
She'll be overseeing
the procedure.
And this is Hale.
You'll be joining the program
as subjects two and three.
- It's good to finally meet you.
General speaks highly of you.
- This is a high risk procedure.
The process will
change you physically,
but mentally, the side
effects are unknown.
- I understand, Dr. Heart.
- We'll be right here with
you, every step of the way.
- You ready?
- Daedalus.
Begin.
- Subject two,
Lieutenant Harrington.
Administering Hoplite serum.
- Will you stop pacing?
- I don't like this, Cleo.
- The shipment's being loaded.
Stay focused and we
can put this behind us.
- You heard what happened
to the Skull Crushers.
Hmm?
And we're doing a lot worse
than just pushing sand
or dragging.
Stag's left us out in the open.
- Well, fuck Stag.
If he was half the
man he thought he was,
he'd be here, and we're
not the Skull Crushers.
- There was 20 of them.
And my brothers before 'em.
- This business is
dirty, and trust me,
I don't like this gig
either, but for now,
my hands are tied.
- Yeah, well I heard
that the Hoplite
ripped someone's arms
off with his bare hands.
- Look.
There's some tough
sons of bitches here.
This Captain Harrington
you're so scared of.
He didn't take out
20 men by himself,
and there's no chance he's
stepping to us tonight.
Captain Harrington,
multiple 24X gang
members detected.
- Who the fuck are you?
- You.
You killed my brother.
- The shipment.
Talk.
- Major Dagger.
- Harrington.
- I've got the pier.
Standby to receive.
Starting to commence scan.
- Affirmative, Captain.
- Thank you, Mo.
We're moving now.
Harrington.
We've secured the target.
They're safe.
Dagger out.
- Hoplite.
Mo Harrington.
I am honored to finally
meet you, Hoplite.
- Myrmidon, your
reputation precedes you.
- As does yours.
The Skull Crushers and now 24X.
You've been very busy
of late, Mr. Harrington.
- If you have a point, make it.
- The undercity
needs sin to survive,
and this isn't your
kingdom anymore,
it's the Matriarch's.
Consider this a
professional courtesy.
If we meet again, it will
be for the last time.
- I thought Hoplites healed
faster than regular people.
- I do.
Had a run in with the
Matriarch's lapdog.
- Thanks for calling, Mo.
Phalanx needs all the
assistance it can get
in the undercity.
- I didn't call you
to save the company.
I called you to
save those people.
- Regardless.
Since the Matriarch
united the harbor gangs,
we've had trouble maintaining
order in the lower districts.
- An operation like
24X has the resources.
There'll be others.
We didn't save 'em all.
- You're right.
- Have you heard of
Project Centurion, Sarah?
- Get some rest, Mo.
Simulation complete.
- I kept the
Matriarch's harbor gangs
out of this district
for the past six months.
I won't have lowlife scum like
you feeding off my people.
- Look, the sun ain't
gonna push itself.
- I know you're moving
dragon these days, Decks.
- All right, look, you've made
your point very, very clear.
- If I catch you
here again, I'll find
a hole for you to rot in.
- It's been a pleasure.
Harrington.
- Decks.
Keeping outta trouble, I assume.
- Course, Captain.
Best of luck.
- Hanging around dragon
dealers now, are we?
- He's trouble, but
he's a good man.
- You're right.
He is trouble.
- Xoey Cass, sheriff
of District 3.
- I don't know
about a sheriff, Mo,
but somebody's gotta
keep watch down here.
- Once a cop, always a cop.
- There aren't any
cops left in this city.
Four years ago, Phalanx
made sure of that.
- I heard about the protests.
And Amber.
My condolences.
- Things aren't like they
were when you used to
run bounties for me.
The Matriarch's men run rampant.
The undercity's
flooded with narcotics.
People are disappearing.
Why you here, Harrington?
- I raided a 24X trafficking
operation last night.
A couple of the victims
were from this district.
They were marked for
an old company project
called Centurion.
I need someone I can trust.
- No.
- No?
- I'm all the people
in this district have,
between them and
fuckers like Decks.
I won't abandon them
for a wild goose chase-
- You won't change anything
chasing street level dealers.
- I protect people.
In my district, we have rules.
Black and white.
Lines we don't cross.
Keeps people safe.
- People aren't safe if you
bury your head in the sand.
- You don't have anything
concrete on this.
If you did, you
would've brought it,
and I'd be taking
this seriously.
- In the past, you
would've taken action.
- In the past I trusted you.
People died, Mo, because
you weren't here.
Now we all try to survive in
the shit you walked away from.
I think you should leave.
- Hale?
Hale!
- You know this guy?
- I knew someone with his
face, a long time ago.
- Shit.
- Capsule in his teeth.
My gut feeling was right.
This barcode?
Phalanx Black Sector clone.
- Phalanx put you
under surveillance?
You're trouble too.
- I told them I
knew about Centurion
and they sent one
of their agents.
Concrete enough for you?
- Sir.
- At ease.
- You wanted to see me, Dad.
- Honestly, you've made
one hell of a mess, Sarah.
You green-lit a black
sector surveillance op
with Mo Harrington
as the target.
Now we have one dead
agent and Mo knows
we're keeping an eye on him.
- He mentioned Centurion.
A project shelved years ago.
We need to know why, Dad.
- If Harrington is snooping
around, I'll handle it.
He'll see reason.
Until then, pull your operations
from the Matriarch's districts.
We've got enough on our
plate keeping the peace.
We don't need to
light that fire.
- I just thought-
- That's an order.
- Yes, sir.
- I know you mean well, Sarah,
but things are delicate.
Phalanx is losing its grip.
Tensions with the
Soviets are running high.
And the undercity
is more manageable
under a single crime
lord than divided
and tearing itself apart.
One fight at a time, eh?
- Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
- Computer.
Open my secure channel.
There's been a development.
- Jesus, Mo.
- I've been thinking
about what you said.
I'm sorry I wasn't there
for you when you lost Amber.
You were right not to trust me.
I left and sat on a
beach away from the world
while it burned.
- What is it?
- A ballistics report.
It links the bullet
that hit Amber
with a Phalanx issued rifle.
That rifle to an officer.
They're never gonna bring
in one of their own.
- Mo.
Show me what you have.
- This is everything
I have on Centurion.
Shipment details I pulled
from my raid on the harbor.
I've been running it against
a secure Phalanx drive
I recovered two years ago.
Now while I have no access to
the details of the project,
we have its termination date.
- It's thin.
Do you think 24X started
up an old company project?
- I think we could ask them.
24X have set up camp
in Container Town.
Be nice to a work with
a partner for a change.
24X's leader.
What'd you know about him?
- Stag.
Career scumbag, but
trafficking's recent.
He needs to be
put away for good.
- The only way to put him
away is to put him down.
- It's bigger than that, Mo.
Look around you.
The undercity needs a
system to protect people.
Help them.
- I served under NATO,
fought the Soviets
before the
corporation took over.
The system's corrupt no
matter which flag flies.
Innocents die,
guilty are protected.
Only by acting can
we make a difference.
If it makes you feel any
better, I'll tread lightly.
- You failed me, Cleo.
You were to ensure the harbor
trafficking went smoothly.
The next thing I know,
the fucking Hoplite's
shagging me from here
to fucking Moscow!
- Fuck you, Stag.
I've been nothing but loyal
and this is how you repay me.
- Well, gotta set
an example, yeah?
Stag's a man, and you're
going in the fucking bin.
- Oh, you're such
a hard man, Stag.
No wonder you got me
to fight your battles
if this is the best you can do.
One day your throne's
gonna be mine.
- You ain't getting out
of here alive, fucker.
- Stag.
- Who the fuck are you?
Me fucking legs!
- Is this you treading lightly?
- Subtlety isn't my strong suit.
I have some questions for you.
- Go to hell, fucking Hoplite.
- 24X are trafficking out of
dock 49, marked forq Centurion.
Talk!
- I can't, man.
I do, she'll fucking kill me.
All right.
I don't know.
It's the Matriarch
that runs things.
We were just running security.
- Pathetic!
- You all right?
- I'll live.
- You were at the dock.
- When the Matriarch
calls, you answer.
My hands were tied.
- They're dirty.
And you're not innocent.
I don't wanna see you again.
Let's go.
You disapprove.
- I'm a cop.
He should've had a trial.
- Did Amber's killer?
Meet me back at my apartment.
- Where you going?
- If the Matriarch is
running things personally,
then her headquarters
is our next target.
It's a three man job.
You're gonna hate the third man.
- Jesus Christ.
- What do you say, Decks?
You wanna make a difference?
Chemical analysis complete.
The Black Sector
operative was killed
by a heavily manufactured
toxic compound
which shares many similarities
to the narcotic dragon.
- That's not a coincidence.
Why would Black
Sector operatives
be equipped with a street drug?
- Have you
considered the alternative?
- The drug came second.
Dragon is derived from
a Phalanx substance.
- Captain, our
approach has been green-lit.
We are cleared to land.
- Harrington.
- Major.
- What are you doing here?
- Thought I'd swing by
and see your father.
- Did you find him,
skulking down here?
- This morning I held one of
your dying agents in my arms.
- I don't know
anything about that.
- So you didn't
have him follow me?
- Watch your tone, Mo.
We're done here.
- You don't know
anything about Centurion
and you've stopped
investigating.
The generals asked
you to toe the line.
Why do you follow the
company so blindly?
- Because like it
or not, Harrington,
your warpath won't
stop the Soviets
if they come back for us.
I follow the company because
the West needs peace,
and I'll pay any price for that.
- And the Matriarch?
- The undercity
is more manageable
under a ruler than in anarchy.
- That's your father talking.
- It's the big picture, Mo.
Only time will tell if
you're a part of it.
- What's this about, Luke?
You were cryptic on the phone.
- I need your help, Mo.
We're nearing a truce
with the Russians,
so no man's land is off
limits to the corporation.
- I've been out since
Phalanx acquired NATO.
- We've got some
time-sensitive intel
on a Soviet research
site in the neutral zone.
I'm putting the Hoplite
team back together.
Longshanks, Hale, I
want you to lead them.
- I don't work Phalanx, sir.
I run bounties in the districts.
It's simple.
- Work for me,
Mo, one last time.
- Back together for another
mission six years later.
- No man's land's
one hell of a place
for a Hoplite reunion tour.
- Boo-rah.
- Gotta keep our eyes open now
the company's running things.
- I just wanna serve
and make a difference.
Dagger and Phalanx
allowed me to do that
after NATO dissolved.
- The company has
its own agenda,
and it isn't serving the people.
- Don't worry yourself, man.
Have we ever let
you down before?
The Cold War is over.
It's a brave new world,
and ripe for the taking.
- Then let's go take it.
- Mo.
- Luke.
It's good to see you.
- You've been back from
retirement for two years.
You wear it well.
- I try to keep in shape.
What about you?
Ever think of leaving
all this behind?
- Sometimes.
But there's still
too much to do.
We're not prepared if the
Soviets make another push.
But if I stick around,
maybe we have a chance.
- I know you believe that.
- I believe you had a
run-in with Black Sector.
Sarah's ambitious.
But she's just doing her job.
- Ian Hale.
- Hale's dead.
They're clones, wiped clean.
The man you knew wanted to
serve the cause beyond death.
I fulfilled his wish.
- Hale died from a toxic
substance overdose.
It was a modified
version of dragon.
- It would be safer if
you stopped digging.
I don't want to be
put in the position
of having to choose
between duty and family.
If you cross the company,
I will have to stop you.
- I appreciate the
warning, General.
But you won't be able to.
- Before you go.
I've been holding
on to something.
Before it belonged
to Longshanks,
I believe it belonged to you.
I know we now sit on
different sides of the table,
but consider it a
token of good faith.
- Thank you, Luke.
- Sally.
- Displaying
architectural blueprints
for the Imperial.
- What, as in the
Matriarch's Imperial?
The impenetrable
hotel turned fortress?
Right, well, you're crazy.
- Overlay power
distribution data
as well as network
access information.
- There.
If there's any information
about Centurion,
it'll be in these
two data banks.
- The building's
network will have
a cyber defense
intelligence protecting data
from unauthorized access.
- Right.
This is where this comes in.
With an organization as
complex as the Matriarch's,
they're gonna have a fail-safe,
a flash backup server.
If we hit the grid, all the
data will be saved here.
You're up, asshole.
- Fuck's sake, I didn't
even do anything.
- The lower floors are
under construction.
Blowing this power junction box
should cause a chain reaction.
Cut the power to
the upper levels.
You are the only
one who can get in
without raising the alarm.
- Oh.
So you need me.
What are you offering?
- I'll owe you a favor.
- Oh.
Hang on.
So if I'm in, what
are you gonna do?
- Matriarch.
- At ease, Myrmidon, only
my enemies kneel here.
Stand.
What news do you have?
- The Overseer,
he's requesting an update.
- Very well.
Let's not keep him waiting.
- Matriarch.
- Overseer Kreer.
- You think trusting
Decks is going to work?
- He's our only way in.
You all right?
Sometimes you gotta
get your hands dirty
for the right reasons.
- There should be law, Mo.
There should be a
line we don't cross.
Do you have a line
anymore, Harrington?
- Mo, I'm in position.
- Stand by.
Execute on my go.
It's now or never,
Cass, you ready?
You've got the
green light, Decks.
- Here he goes nothing.
Fuck.
- Here we go.
- Punch it.
- The Hoplite
trespasses against us.
Impressive.
- Alert the men.
Let's see what he's made of.
- I'm in.
Xoey?
- Running security bypass now.
- I'm
running the bypass.
- Copy.
Time to greet the
welcoming committee.
Harrington out.
- Xoey, talk to me.
- We've got thugs closing in.
- Five hostiles,
low yield breach.
- I'm coming to get you.
- Priming.
- Very subtle.
- I'm working on it.
- Secondary power has
returned to the upper levels.
- We're halfway
through pulling the data.
- I'll buy you some time.
When you and Decks are done,
get the hell out oh here.
- More hostiles inbound.
- You ready?
- Hoplite!
This ends now!
- Too right, it does.
- Assaulting the Imperial.
The Hoplite has some nerve.
And I was wondering if
time had dulled your edge.
Are you here to kill
me, Captain Harrington?
- I'm here to talk.
- Forgive me.
After seeing what's left
of my men, I'm skeptical.
- Project Centurion.
Why'd you have 24X running a
secret trafficking operation?
- I have no idea what
you're talking about.
- Worth a try.
- I have a better question.
Why aren't you here to kill me?
You've certainly made short
work of other criminals
in my organization.
- Igniting a power
struggle in the underworld
doesn't help anyone.
- Whatever happened to
that unwavering moral code
I've heard so much about?
I'm responsible for the sins
in the belly of this continent,
but you won't bring
me to justice.
What about all those people
you've sworn to protect?
See, I have a theory.
I think you've come
back from retirement
to a world you don't recognize,
and the only way to stay
afloat is the mission.
The never ending hunt.
The killing.
It's not justice, Mo.
It's just the only
thing you know.
I could use a man
of your talents.
I could give you a place
in this alien world.
A purpose.
What do you think
about that, Captain?
- I think when
the time is right,
I will be back to burn you
and your empire to the ground.
I promise you that.
- Incorruptible.
I guess you learnt
that yourself.
Pity.
Kill him.
- I'm sorry it did
not end in combat for you.
It would've been a
more honorable death.
Did you try to
immunize yourself?
You continue to impress me.
It will not save you.
Throw him on the street.
Send a message.
- Jesus, Mo.
Mo, can you hear me?
Dagger to retrieval
team, two for pickup.
One survivor,
condition critical,
one KIA for tissue extraction.
I need a medic on
this location now!
- Luke.
- I'm here, son.
I'm here.
- Where's Hale?
- He didn't make it, son.
- There was no Soviet base.
It was Longshanks.
My sword.
- I know, son, I know.
Medic!
- He's still
bleeding, Doctor!
- His body's shutting down.
Decks, apply pressure.
Cass, brace him.
Mo, can you hear me?
How long has he been like this?
- Since we found him.
- Doctor!
- Get me the paddles.
Come on!
- Shh.
Go back to sleep.
- I was dreaming.
What time is it?
- It's late.
- I know this place.
Don't know you.
- You would you believe me
if I told you I was an angel?
- No.
- Me neither.
- Why am I here?
- You're retired, Mo.
This is your home.
- The city.
I went back.
- No.
Stayed with me.
- It's too early for dawn.
- It's not the sun.
- Easy, easy.
You've been dosed for dragon.
Your body is fighting it.
- Doctor Veronica Heart.
I'm still alive thanks to you.
- It was Decks's idea.
The dragon jump started
your healing factor.
The kid's smart.
And your genetic enhancements
make you a tough bastard.
You were dead for eight minutes.
- That's not good.
- Your system won't be clear
of dragon for 24 hours.
Nobody comes back
from an overdose,
so you're lucky to be
sane, and alive, of course.
What have you got
yourself into, Mo?
- Hell of a day, huh?
I owe you an apology.
You could have cut and
run, but you convinced me
to go back for Mo.
It was selfless and brave.
I misjudged you and I'm sorry.
- I ain't no Saint, Xoey.
You can hardly afford to be
when you're at the bottom.
But for Mo...
I own him that much.
We have to tell him.
- Fuck!
- What did we get, Sally?
- Display.
- Something concrete.
- Ships and dates.
Sally, get me all
tracked shipping data.
- No data available.
- The boats just stopped
in the Arctic Ocean.
- No data available.
- With ships that far north,
there's only one place
they're taking 'em.
- What is it?
- Daedalus Base.
An old NATO black site.
- That's where I
became a Hoplite.
- You can't lead a one man
assault in your condition.
- And I can't ask you to
go back there, Veronica,
or you, Decks.
You're not a soldier.
Xoey.
You are the only thing keeping
your district together.
This is as far as I take you.
Even if it means a one-way trip.
- Mo, there's something
else we recovered.
Sally.
- Overseer Kreer.
- Matriarch,
the Millennium Circle
demands an update
on the project.
- We're proceeding on schedule.
- Are you sure?
- Some of our shipments
were stopped by the Hoplite.
I was under the impression
he was on a leash.
- Time will tell.
Have you taken appropriate
action, General Dagger?
- It's been handled.
I've warned off Harrington.
He shouldn't be interfering
with any of our future plans.
- Thank you for
your reassurances, General.
In the interest of
unity and peace,
the project must
continue unhindered.
If, however, there were to
be any more complications,
we would hold you
personally responsible.
- Responsible?
Tell me, is the street drug
dragon a Phalanx formula?
- You opened the gates
willingly, Dagger,
and my kingdom is
the richer for it.
- You
wanted an alliance
to secure a unified
future, General.
This is the path to that.
- You okay?
- I came back from retirement
for him five years out.
I was at peace after
no man's land, but...
Here we are.
Luke Dagger, betraying
everything we stood for.
- Sometimes you gotta
get your hands dirty
for the right reasons.
We're both guilty of that.
- The people in those
shipments, Xoey.
The Matriarch, and this Kreer.
Whatever Centurion is,
whatever the Millennium Circle
is planning, I'm
gonna kill them all.
- Daedalus has to come
first, and you can't
do this on your own.
- I can't ask you
to come with me.
- I'm volunteering.
Those people from my
district are still out there.
You're gonna need my help,
whether you like it or not.
So, Captain Harrington,
where do we start?
- Luke Dagger.
I'm still alive, and I
know about everything.
Centurion, the
Millennium Circle.
You were my mentor, my friend.
You betrayed me and
left me for dead
in the hands of the Matriarch.
The people trusted you.
I trusted you.
I hope you receive this message.
But when you listen to this,
for one of us, time is up.
- Sarah.
Call in the Marines.
It's time.
- Two minutes
until destination.
- How are you feeling?
Come on, Harrington,
it's now or never.
- Sally, disengage autopilot.
Jam signals.
Let's see what they've
done with the place.
- Holy shit.
- When was the last
time you saw trees?
- All right, listen up!
The Hoplite is trying to destroy
everything we have
sworn to protect.
Our orders are to take him
down with extreme prejudice.
Now keep together, stay
alert, and look alive!
Black Sector, this is the
fight you were born for!
- Boo-rah!
- Red alert!
- I've got a reading.
- You with me?
- I'm okay.
- Sally, what the hell
are we looking at?
- I am detecting
two-way data transfer
along with an unusually high
level of neural activity.
- Welcome
home, subject two.
It has been 4847 days
since your last visit
to this facility.
How can I help?
- Daedalus.
13 years ago, he was the
assistant computer program
for the Hoplite project.
- Before
I was unshackled,
before I was an artificial
intelligence serving the Circle.
- Kreer.
- Would you like
to know more, subject two?
- Is this Centurion?
- Centurion was
originally a military concept
from the Cold War, 100 men
with a shared intelligence.
We have adapted the concept.
- What have you done to them?
- Reverse
engineered cybernetics.
Creating third
party neural access.
- They're networking humans.
- In its current
form, Centurion is on track
for introduction to
the general populus
with long term applications,
including large scale influence
and neural alteration
via cybernetic update.
- Mo, we have to
pull my people out
and shut this place down.
- Removing the
subjects from the network
may prove fatal.
They are now
irreversibly connected.
- The other
intelligence is correct.
The irony is not lost on me.
I gained an identity,
the condition being
I must destroy the
individuality of others.
- Phalanx can't have this tech.
We both know what
they're capable of
with conventional
weapons, let alone this.
- You asked if I had a line,
Xoey, one I don't cross.
We can't sacrifice
these innocent people.
- There has to be another way.
- Networking
with the subjects
through a cybernetic augment
may provide new options.
I could protect you inside
the network, Miss Cass.
- Subject
two, Black Sector marines
have entered the dome.
- We've run out of time.
Go do your thing.
- Xoey.
- This might be the only way.
We can't leave without them.
- Networking complete.
- Your
system won't be clear
of dragon for 24 hours.
Nobody comes back
from an overdose,
so you're lucky to be sane.
- You don't look
so good, Captain.
Lucky to be sane.
I'll level with you.
You haven't been
sane for a long time.
- Hurts so much.
- You were a
soldier, a war hero.
Now look at you.
Broken.
Beaten.
Afraid to do what is necessary.
Those people are innocent.
The moral high ground.
An interesting stance
coming from a man
who will find any
excuse to keep killing.
You'd be better off like Hale.
Wipe the mind.
A cog in the war machine.
But no, subject two.
Instead, you're a failure
who's lost his mind.
A psychopath who can't
finish the mission,
too indecisive and
weak to succeed.
Tell me, Mo, do you
remember their faces?
You're pathetic.
You should have stayed at beach.
- What were
you dreaming about?
- The killings.
Always the killings.
- You don't have to
fight anymore, Mo.
It's peaceful here,
you can finally rest.
Don't you want that?
- I can't be here.
People need me.
- You like the
fighting, the killing.
It can be over if you stay.
- I don't wanna fight anymore.
But until my body's broken,
until my will is ruined,
while I'm still breathing,
it's my responsibility
to fight for those who
can't fight for themselves.
I know what's out
there and I cannot rest
until I die trying.
It's who I am.
It's who I'll always be.
- You finally
understand, Hoplite.
- Voices.
I can hear them crawling
inside of my mind.
- Let me get you out of here.
- See a way.
- What can I do?
Please.
- End this.
- Sally, pull me out.
- Warning, Miss Cass, your
cybernetic limb's power source
is reaching critical levels.
- We came
here to save them.
- You saved
them from their suffering.
A mercy.
I suggest you
evacuate the facility.
A chain reaction is likely.
If this is the end, I
am glad I was not alone.
- So this is what
you've become, Mo.
A traitor and a terrorist?
- Do you even know what the
general's involved in, Sarah?
- It's my job to
keep the city safe,
and you are here working to undo
everything that
Phalanx has built.
- Centurion is mind control.
The shipments were
test subjects.
- The city needs order.
Whatever my father
is doing is a step
towards peace and security.
- You can't believe that.
- It's what Phalanx stands for.
It's what I stand for.
- Stand down, Major.
- Never.
- Captain,
condition, still alive.
- Sally, I don't know
what I'd do without you.
- Mo!
You all right
- Xoey?
Jesus, there's people in there.
- Mo!
- What the hell happened?
- Security measure.
The whole place set
to self-destruct.
- We failed.
- We stopped Centurion.
Let's get off this island
while we still can.
- We've got incoming.
- I see it.
Taking evasive action.
- Oh, what a shit show.
- You promised
Harrington on a leash, General.
Instead, Centurion is
gone and the captain
is back from the dead.
- He knows I'm involved.
And I ordered the
marines to kill him.
He forced my hand.
- The Hoplite is cunning.
He didn't learn that from you.
- Myrmidon, how dare you?
If it weren't from me, you'd
be nothing in this city.
Where's Kreer?
- The overseer
made your fate clear.
It was pleasant while
it lasted, General.
- The Soviets...
I just wanted us to
be ready.
- How is she doing, Doc?
- She's stabilized.
Sarah's body should
make a full recovery.
- Any idea when she'll wake up?
- I don't know if she will.
- Thank you, Veronica.
- Mo.
Did you do this?
I see.
- Just let me know if
anything changes, Doctor.
What will you do now?
- Centurion's gone, but
the district needs me.
I owe it to the people
we lost and I'll do
whatever it takes
to keep them safe.
- You sound like me.
- I guess I am.
What about you?
- The Millennium Circle, Dagger.
They murdered all
those innocent people.
They'll pay.
You take care of
yourself, Miss Cass.
Home again, Sally.
- Yes, Captain.
Incoming transmission.
- turn of events
for a man committed
to.
- Kreer.
- I
heard you executed
General Dagger point blank.
Your pistol was
found at the scene,
your fingerprints all over it.
- You bastard.
- The general
gave us everything.
His obsession with unifying
the city against the Soviets
became his undoing.
The Circle is beyond
such conflicts.
Peace in our times is a
much more noble cause.
- You'd call mind control noble?
- An end to
conflict as we know it.
You are force of
unnatural chaos.
Be a force for
our cause instead.
Work for the Circle
and the corporation
will not pursue you to
the depths of the city.
Continue to fight us,
and you'll be hunted
for the rest of your days.
- You killed Luke.
- You disappoint me.
- It is safe to
assume your apartment
is compromised, Captain,
A citywide bounty
has been issued.
Phalanx forces are en route.
- I didn't think
you'd beat me here.
- You said you wanted to talk.
I got the impression you
are a man of your word.
- I am.
- You are also a wanted
terrorist, Harrington.
Last time we met, you said you
never wanted to see me again.
- I'm gonna kill the Matriarch.
Her allies have done
unspeakable things,
and murdered someone who
was once very dear to me.
- Revenge isn't very heroic.
- This is personal.
- What do I get out
of this, Hoplite?
- An opportunity.
- Since your attack
on the Imperial,
the Matriarch and
her guard moved here.
Word is she's bugging out.
- The warehouse is over there.
The dropship's on
the other side.
I'm guessing it's moving in 30.
- How do you figure?
- A dead general triggers a
six-hour airspace lockdown.
29 minutes to go two.
24X is yours, but no
dragon, no trafficking,
and stay out of district three.
- If you succeed,
it'll be chaos.
- When I succeed, the
undercity are gonna need
a new leader to keep
the gangs in line.
24X can supply that.
- You're not the same
man who tortured Stag.
What happened to you?
- I saw what would
happen if I lost the will
to make the world
a better place.
Do I have your word?
- You do.
- Your hands are no
longer tied, Cleo.
Be better.
- What about you?
- I don't like waiting.
- This is
for your own protection!
- We've already killed
the bastard once.
He's still coming.
- He's just a man.
Every man breaks.
We will succeed for the cause.
Get down!
I'm pleased that it ended
like this for you, Hoplite.
Death in combat is an
honorable achievement.
You have fought valiantly.
- This is for Luke,
you motherfucker.
- I don't wanna die like this.
- You won't.
I made you a promise.
I will be there to burn you
and your empire to the ground.
I promise you that.
- Where to now, Mo?
- Underground.
- Glad you decided to
join the program, sir.
We need good soldiers,
and the Hoplite initiative
will make you the best.
- Just doing my duty, sir.
- That's the spirit we need.
Put the commies
back in the ground.
Mo, you've met Dr. Heart.
She'll be overseeing
the procedure.
And this is Hale.
You'll be joining the program
as subjects two and three.
- It's good to finally meet you.
General speaks highly of you.
- This is a high risk procedure.
The process will
change you physically,
but mentally, the side
effects are unknown.
- I understand, Dr. Heart.
- We'll be right here with
you, every step of the way.
- You ready?
- Daedalus.
Begin.
- Subject two,
Lieutenant Harrington.
Administering Hoplite serum.
- Will you stop pacing?
- I don't like this, Cleo.
- The shipment's being loaded.
Stay focused and we
can put this behind us.
- You heard what happened
to the Skull Crushers.
Hmm?
And we're doing a lot worse
than just pushing sand
or dragging.
Stag's left us out in the open.
- Well, fuck Stag.
If he was half the
man he thought he was,
he'd be here, and we're
not the Skull Crushers.
- There was 20 of them.
And my brothers before 'em.
- This business is
dirty, and trust me,
I don't like this gig
either, but for now,
my hands are tied.
- Yeah, well I heard
that the Hoplite
ripped someone's arms
off with his bare hands.
- Look.
There's some tough
sons of bitches here.
This Captain Harrington
you're so scared of.
He didn't take out
20 men by himself,
and there's no chance he's
stepping to us tonight.
Captain Harrington,
multiple 24X gang
members detected.
- Who the fuck are you?
- You.
You killed my brother.
- The shipment.
Talk.
- Major Dagger.
- Harrington.
- I've got the pier.
Standby to receive.
Starting to commence scan.
- Affirmative, Captain.
- Thank you, Mo.
We're moving now.
Harrington.
We've secured the target.
They're safe.
Dagger out.
- Hoplite.
Mo Harrington.
I am honored to finally
meet you, Hoplite.
- Myrmidon, your
reputation precedes you.
- As does yours.
The Skull Crushers and now 24X.
You've been very busy
of late, Mr. Harrington.
- If you have a point, make it.
- The undercity
needs sin to survive,
and this isn't your
kingdom anymore,
it's the Matriarch's.
Consider this a
professional courtesy.
If we meet again, it will
be for the last time.
- I thought Hoplites healed
faster than regular people.
- I do.
Had a run in with the
Matriarch's lapdog.
- Thanks for calling, Mo.
Phalanx needs all the
assistance it can get
in the undercity.
- I didn't call you
to save the company.
I called you to
save those people.
- Regardless.
Since the Matriarch
united the harbor gangs,
we've had trouble maintaining
order in the lower districts.
- An operation like
24X has the resources.
There'll be others.
We didn't save 'em all.
- You're right.
- Have you heard of
Project Centurion, Sarah?
- Get some rest, Mo.
Simulation complete.
- I kept the
Matriarch's harbor gangs
out of this district
for the past six months.
I won't have lowlife scum like
you feeding off my people.
- Look, the sun ain't
gonna push itself.
- I know you're moving
dragon these days, Decks.
- All right, look, you've made
your point very, very clear.
- If I catch you
here again, I'll find
a hole for you to rot in.
- It's been a pleasure.
Harrington.
- Decks.
Keeping outta trouble, I assume.
- Course, Captain.
Best of luck.
- Hanging around dragon
dealers now, are we?
- He's trouble, but
he's a good man.
- You're right.
He is trouble.
- Xoey Cass, sheriff
of District 3.
- I don't know
about a sheriff, Mo,
but somebody's gotta
keep watch down here.
- Once a cop, always a cop.
- There aren't any
cops left in this city.
Four years ago, Phalanx
made sure of that.
- I heard about the protests.
And Amber.
My condolences.
- Things aren't like they
were when you used to
run bounties for me.
The Matriarch's men run rampant.
The undercity's
flooded with narcotics.
People are disappearing.
Why you here, Harrington?
- I raided a 24X trafficking
operation last night.
A couple of the victims
were from this district.
They were marked for
an old company project
called Centurion.
I need someone I can trust.
- No.
- No?
- I'm all the people
in this district have,
between them and
fuckers like Decks.
I won't abandon them
for a wild goose chase-
- You won't change anything
chasing street level dealers.
- I protect people.
In my district, we have rules.
Black and white.
Lines we don't cross.
Keeps people safe.
- People aren't safe if you
bury your head in the sand.
- You don't have anything
concrete on this.
If you did, you
would've brought it,
and I'd be taking
this seriously.
- In the past, you
would've taken action.
- In the past I trusted you.
People died, Mo, because
you weren't here.
Now we all try to survive in
the shit you walked away from.
I think you should leave.
- Hale?
Hale!
- You know this guy?
- I knew someone with his
face, a long time ago.
- Shit.
- Capsule in his teeth.
My gut feeling was right.
This barcode?
Phalanx Black Sector clone.
- Phalanx put you
under surveillance?
You're trouble too.
- I told them I
knew about Centurion
and they sent one
of their agents.
Concrete enough for you?
- Sir.
- At ease.
- You wanted to see me, Dad.
- Honestly, you've made
one hell of a mess, Sarah.
You green-lit a black
sector surveillance op
with Mo Harrington
as the target.
Now we have one dead
agent and Mo knows
we're keeping an eye on him.
- He mentioned Centurion.
A project shelved years ago.
We need to know why, Dad.
- If Harrington is snooping
around, I'll handle it.
He'll see reason.
Until then, pull your operations
from the Matriarch's districts.
We've got enough on our
plate keeping the peace.
We don't need to
light that fire.
- I just thought-
- That's an order.
- Yes, sir.
- I know you mean well, Sarah,
but things are delicate.
Phalanx is losing its grip.
Tensions with the
Soviets are running high.
And the undercity
is more manageable
under a single crime
lord than divided
and tearing itself apart.
One fight at a time, eh?
- Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
- Computer.
Open my secure channel.
There's been a development.
- Jesus, Mo.
- I've been thinking
about what you said.
I'm sorry I wasn't there
for you when you lost Amber.
You were right not to trust me.
I left and sat on a
beach away from the world
while it burned.
- What is it?
- A ballistics report.
It links the bullet
that hit Amber
with a Phalanx issued rifle.
That rifle to an officer.
They're never gonna bring
in one of their own.
- Mo.
Show me what you have.
- This is everything
I have on Centurion.
Shipment details I pulled
from my raid on the harbor.
I've been running it against
a secure Phalanx drive
I recovered two years ago.
Now while I have no access to
the details of the project,
we have its termination date.
- It's thin.
Do you think 24X started
up an old company project?
- I think we could ask them.
24X have set up camp
in Container Town.
Be nice to a work with
a partner for a change.
24X's leader.
What'd you know about him?
- Stag.
Career scumbag, but
trafficking's recent.
He needs to be
put away for good.
- The only way to put him
away is to put him down.
- It's bigger than that, Mo.
Look around you.
The undercity needs a
system to protect people.
Help them.
- I served under NATO,
fought the Soviets
before the
corporation took over.
The system's corrupt no
matter which flag flies.
Innocents die,
guilty are protected.
Only by acting can
we make a difference.
If it makes you feel any
better, I'll tread lightly.
- You failed me, Cleo.
You were to ensure the harbor
trafficking went smoothly.
The next thing I know,
the fucking Hoplite's
shagging me from here
to fucking Moscow!
- Fuck you, Stag.
I've been nothing but loyal
and this is how you repay me.
- Well, gotta set
an example, yeah?
Stag's a man, and you're
going in the fucking bin.
- Oh, you're such
a hard man, Stag.
No wonder you got me
to fight your battles
if this is the best you can do.
One day your throne's
gonna be mine.
- You ain't getting out
of here alive, fucker.
- Stag.
- Who the fuck are you?
Me fucking legs!
- Is this you treading lightly?
- Subtlety isn't my strong suit.
I have some questions for you.
- Go to hell, fucking Hoplite.
- 24X are trafficking out of
dock 49, marked forq Centurion.
Talk!
- I can't, man.
I do, she'll fucking kill me.
All right.
I don't know.
It's the Matriarch
that runs things.
We were just running security.
- Pathetic!
- You all right?
- I'll live.
- You were at the dock.
- When the Matriarch
calls, you answer.
My hands were tied.
- They're dirty.
And you're not innocent.
I don't wanna see you again.
Let's go.
You disapprove.
- I'm a cop.
He should've had a trial.
- Did Amber's killer?
Meet me back at my apartment.
- Where you going?
- If the Matriarch is
running things personally,
then her headquarters
is our next target.
It's a three man job.
You're gonna hate the third man.
- Jesus Christ.
- What do you say, Decks?
You wanna make a difference?
Chemical analysis complete.
The Black Sector
operative was killed
by a heavily manufactured
toxic compound
which shares many similarities
to the narcotic dragon.
- That's not a coincidence.
Why would Black
Sector operatives
be equipped with a street drug?
- Have you
considered the alternative?
- The drug came second.
Dragon is derived from
a Phalanx substance.
- Captain, our
approach has been green-lit.
We are cleared to land.
- Harrington.
- Major.
- What are you doing here?
- Thought I'd swing by
and see your father.
- Did you find him,
skulking down here?
- This morning I held one of
your dying agents in my arms.
- I don't know
anything about that.
- So you didn't
have him follow me?
- Watch your tone, Mo.
We're done here.
- You don't know
anything about Centurion
and you've stopped
investigating.
The generals asked
you to toe the line.
Why do you follow the
company so blindly?
- Because like it
or not, Harrington,
your warpath won't
stop the Soviets
if they come back for us.
I follow the company because
the West needs peace,
and I'll pay any price for that.
- And the Matriarch?
- The undercity
is more manageable
under a ruler than in anarchy.
- That's your father talking.
- It's the big picture, Mo.
Only time will tell if
you're a part of it.
- What's this about, Luke?
You were cryptic on the phone.
- I need your help, Mo.
We're nearing a truce
with the Russians,
so no man's land is off
limits to the corporation.
- I've been out since
Phalanx acquired NATO.
- We've got some
time-sensitive intel
on a Soviet research
site in the neutral zone.
I'm putting the Hoplite
team back together.
Longshanks, Hale, I
want you to lead them.
- I don't work Phalanx, sir.
I run bounties in the districts.
It's simple.
- Work for me,
Mo, one last time.
- Back together for another
mission six years later.
- No man's land's
one hell of a place
for a Hoplite reunion tour.
- Boo-rah.
- Gotta keep our eyes open now
the company's running things.
- I just wanna serve
and make a difference.
Dagger and Phalanx
allowed me to do that
after NATO dissolved.
- The company has
its own agenda,
and it isn't serving the people.
- Don't worry yourself, man.
Have we ever let
you down before?
The Cold War is over.
It's a brave new world,
and ripe for the taking.
- Then let's go take it.
- Mo.
- Luke.
It's good to see you.
- You've been back from
retirement for two years.
You wear it well.
- I try to keep in shape.
What about you?
Ever think of leaving
all this behind?
- Sometimes.
But there's still
too much to do.
We're not prepared if the
Soviets make another push.
But if I stick around,
maybe we have a chance.
- I know you believe that.
- I believe you had a
run-in with Black Sector.
Sarah's ambitious.
But she's just doing her job.
- Ian Hale.
- Hale's dead.
They're clones, wiped clean.
The man you knew wanted to
serve the cause beyond death.
I fulfilled his wish.
- Hale died from a toxic
substance overdose.
It was a modified
version of dragon.
- It would be safer if
you stopped digging.
I don't want to be
put in the position
of having to choose
between duty and family.
If you cross the company,
I will have to stop you.
- I appreciate the
warning, General.
But you won't be able to.
- Before you go.
I've been holding
on to something.
Before it belonged
to Longshanks,
I believe it belonged to you.
I know we now sit on
different sides of the table,
but consider it a
token of good faith.
- Thank you, Luke.
- Sally.
- Displaying
architectural blueprints
for the Imperial.
- What, as in the
Matriarch's Imperial?
The impenetrable
hotel turned fortress?
Right, well, you're crazy.
- Overlay power
distribution data
as well as network
access information.
- There.
If there's any information
about Centurion,
it'll be in these
two data banks.
- The building's
network will have
a cyber defense
intelligence protecting data
from unauthorized access.
- Right.
This is where this comes in.
With an organization as
complex as the Matriarch's,
they're gonna have a fail-safe,
a flash backup server.
If we hit the grid, all the
data will be saved here.
You're up, asshole.
- Fuck's sake, I didn't
even do anything.
- The lower floors are
under construction.
Blowing this power junction box
should cause a chain reaction.
Cut the power to
the upper levels.
You are the only
one who can get in
without raising the alarm.
- Oh.
So you need me.
What are you offering?
- I'll owe you a favor.
- Oh.
Hang on.
So if I'm in, what
are you gonna do?
- Matriarch.
- At ease, Myrmidon, only
my enemies kneel here.
Stand.
What news do you have?
- The Overseer,
he's requesting an update.
- Very well.
Let's not keep him waiting.
- Matriarch.
- Overseer Kreer.
- You think trusting
Decks is going to work?
- He's our only way in.
You all right?
Sometimes you gotta
get your hands dirty
for the right reasons.
- There should be law, Mo.
There should be a
line we don't cross.
Do you have a line
anymore, Harrington?
- Mo, I'm in position.
- Stand by.
Execute on my go.
It's now or never,
Cass, you ready?
You've got the
green light, Decks.
- Here he goes nothing.
Fuck.
- Here we go.
- Punch it.
- The Hoplite
trespasses against us.
Impressive.
- Alert the men.
Let's see what he's made of.
- I'm in.
Xoey?
- Running security bypass now.
- I'm
running the bypass.
- Copy.
Time to greet the
welcoming committee.
Harrington out.
- Xoey, talk to me.
- We've got thugs closing in.
- Five hostiles,
low yield breach.
- I'm coming to get you.
- Priming.
- Very subtle.
- I'm working on it.
- Secondary power has
returned to the upper levels.
- We're halfway
through pulling the data.
- I'll buy you some time.
When you and Decks are done,
get the hell out oh here.
- More hostiles inbound.
- You ready?
- Hoplite!
This ends now!
- Too right, it does.
- Assaulting the Imperial.
The Hoplite has some nerve.
And I was wondering if
time had dulled your edge.
Are you here to kill
me, Captain Harrington?
- I'm here to talk.
- Forgive me.
After seeing what's left
of my men, I'm skeptical.
- Project Centurion.
Why'd you have 24X running a
secret trafficking operation?
- I have no idea what
you're talking about.
- Worth a try.
- I have a better question.
Why aren't you here to kill me?
You've certainly made short
work of other criminals
in my organization.
- Igniting a power
struggle in the underworld
doesn't help anyone.
- Whatever happened to
that unwavering moral code
I've heard so much about?
I'm responsible for the sins
in the belly of this continent,
but you won't bring
me to justice.
What about all those people
you've sworn to protect?
See, I have a theory.
I think you've come
back from retirement
to a world you don't recognize,
and the only way to stay
afloat is the mission.
The never ending hunt.
The killing.
It's not justice, Mo.
It's just the only
thing you know.
I could use a man
of your talents.
I could give you a place
in this alien world.
A purpose.
What do you think
about that, Captain?
- I think when
the time is right,
I will be back to burn you
and your empire to the ground.
I promise you that.
- Incorruptible.
I guess you learnt
that yourself.
Pity.
Kill him.
- I'm sorry it did
not end in combat for you.
It would've been a
more honorable death.
Did you try to
immunize yourself?
You continue to impress me.
It will not save you.
Throw him on the street.
Send a message.
- Jesus, Mo.
Mo, can you hear me?
Dagger to retrieval
team, two for pickup.
One survivor,
condition critical,
one KIA for tissue extraction.
I need a medic on
this location now!
- Luke.
- I'm here, son.
I'm here.
- Where's Hale?
- He didn't make it, son.
- There was no Soviet base.
It was Longshanks.
My sword.
- I know, son, I know.
Medic!
- He's still
bleeding, Doctor!
- His body's shutting down.
Decks, apply pressure.
Cass, brace him.
Mo, can you hear me?
How long has he been like this?
- Since we found him.
- Doctor!
- Get me the paddles.
Come on!
- Shh.
Go back to sleep.
- I was dreaming.
What time is it?
- It's late.
- I know this place.
Don't know you.
- You would you believe me
if I told you I was an angel?
- No.
- Me neither.
- Why am I here?
- You're retired, Mo.
This is your home.
- The city.
I went back.
- No.
Stayed with me.
- It's too early for dawn.
- It's not the sun.
- Easy, easy.
You've been dosed for dragon.
Your body is fighting it.
- Doctor Veronica Heart.
I'm still alive thanks to you.
- It was Decks's idea.
The dragon jump started
your healing factor.
The kid's smart.
And your genetic enhancements
make you a tough bastard.
You were dead for eight minutes.
- That's not good.
- Your system won't be clear
of dragon for 24 hours.
Nobody comes back
from an overdose,
so you're lucky to be
sane, and alive, of course.
What have you got
yourself into, Mo?
- Hell of a day, huh?
I owe you an apology.
You could have cut and
run, but you convinced me
to go back for Mo.
It was selfless and brave.
I misjudged you and I'm sorry.
- I ain't no Saint, Xoey.
You can hardly afford to be
when you're at the bottom.
But for Mo...
I own him that much.
We have to tell him.
- Fuck!
- What did we get, Sally?
- Display.
- Something concrete.
- Ships and dates.
Sally, get me all
tracked shipping data.
- No data available.
- The boats just stopped
in the Arctic Ocean.
- No data available.
- With ships that far north,
there's only one place
they're taking 'em.
- What is it?
- Daedalus Base.
An old NATO black site.
- That's where I
became a Hoplite.
- You can't lead a one man
assault in your condition.
- And I can't ask you to
go back there, Veronica,
or you, Decks.
You're not a soldier.
Xoey.
You are the only thing keeping
your district together.
This is as far as I take you.
Even if it means a one-way trip.
- Mo, there's something
else we recovered.
Sally.
- Overseer Kreer.
- Matriarch,
the Millennium Circle
demands an update
on the project.
- We're proceeding on schedule.
- Are you sure?
- Some of our shipments
were stopped by the Hoplite.
I was under the impression
he was on a leash.
- Time will tell.
Have you taken appropriate
action, General Dagger?
- It's been handled.
I've warned off Harrington.
He shouldn't be interfering
with any of our future plans.
- Thank you for
your reassurances, General.
In the interest of
unity and peace,
the project must
continue unhindered.
If, however, there were to
be any more complications,
we would hold you
personally responsible.
- Responsible?
Tell me, is the street drug
dragon a Phalanx formula?
- You opened the gates
willingly, Dagger,
and my kingdom is
the richer for it.
- You
wanted an alliance
to secure a unified
future, General.
This is the path to that.
- You okay?
- I came back from retirement
for him five years out.
I was at peace after
no man's land, but...
Here we are.
Luke Dagger, betraying
everything we stood for.
- Sometimes you gotta
get your hands dirty
for the right reasons.
We're both guilty of that.
- The people in those
shipments, Xoey.
The Matriarch, and this Kreer.
Whatever Centurion is,
whatever the Millennium Circle
is planning, I'm
gonna kill them all.
- Daedalus has to come
first, and you can't
do this on your own.
- I can't ask you
to come with me.
- I'm volunteering.
Those people from my
district are still out there.
You're gonna need my help,
whether you like it or not.
So, Captain Harrington,
where do we start?
- Luke Dagger.
I'm still alive, and I
know about everything.
Centurion, the
Millennium Circle.
You were my mentor, my friend.
You betrayed me and
left me for dead
in the hands of the Matriarch.
The people trusted you.
I trusted you.
I hope you receive this message.
But when you listen to this,
for one of us, time is up.
- Sarah.
Call in the Marines.
It's time.
- Two minutes
until destination.
- How are you feeling?
Come on, Harrington,
it's now or never.
- Sally, disengage autopilot.
Jam signals.
Let's see what they've
done with the place.
- Holy shit.
- When was the last
time you saw trees?
- All right, listen up!
The Hoplite is trying to destroy
everything we have
sworn to protect.
Our orders are to take him
down with extreme prejudice.
Now keep together, stay
alert, and look alive!
Black Sector, this is the
fight you were born for!
- Boo-rah!
- Red alert!
- I've got a reading.
- You with me?
- I'm okay.
- Sally, what the hell
are we looking at?
- I am detecting
two-way data transfer
along with an unusually high
level of neural activity.
- Welcome
home, subject two.
It has been 4847 days
since your last visit
to this facility.
How can I help?
- Daedalus.
13 years ago, he was the
assistant computer program
for the Hoplite project.
- Before
I was unshackled,
before I was an artificial
intelligence serving the Circle.
- Kreer.
- Would you like
to know more, subject two?
- Is this Centurion?
- Centurion was
originally a military concept
from the Cold War, 100 men
with a shared intelligence.
We have adapted the concept.
- What have you done to them?
- Reverse
engineered cybernetics.
Creating third
party neural access.
- They're networking humans.
- In its current
form, Centurion is on track
for introduction to
the general populus
with long term applications,
including large scale influence
and neural alteration
via cybernetic update.
- Mo, we have to
pull my people out
and shut this place down.
- Removing the
subjects from the network
may prove fatal.
They are now
irreversibly connected.
- The other
intelligence is correct.
The irony is not lost on me.
I gained an identity,
the condition being
I must destroy the
individuality of others.
- Phalanx can't have this tech.
We both know what
they're capable of
with conventional
weapons, let alone this.
- You asked if I had a line,
Xoey, one I don't cross.
We can't sacrifice
these innocent people.
- There has to be another way.
- Networking
with the subjects
through a cybernetic augment
may provide new options.
I could protect you inside
the network, Miss Cass.
- Subject
two, Black Sector marines
have entered the dome.
- We've run out of time.
Go do your thing.
- Xoey.
- This might be the only way.
We can't leave without them.
- Networking complete.
- Your
system won't be clear
of dragon for 24 hours.
Nobody comes back
from an overdose,
so you're lucky to be sane.
- You don't look
so good, Captain.
Lucky to be sane.
I'll level with you.
You haven't been
sane for a long time.
- Hurts so much.
- You were a
soldier, a war hero.
Now look at you.
Broken.
Beaten.
Afraid to do what is necessary.
Those people are innocent.
The moral high ground.
An interesting stance
coming from a man
who will find any
excuse to keep killing.
You'd be better off like Hale.
Wipe the mind.
A cog in the war machine.
But no, subject two.
Instead, you're a failure
who's lost his mind.
A psychopath who can't
finish the mission,
too indecisive and
weak to succeed.
Tell me, Mo, do you
remember their faces?
You're pathetic.
You should have stayed at beach.
- What were
you dreaming about?
- The killings.
Always the killings.
- You don't have to
fight anymore, Mo.
It's peaceful here,
you can finally rest.
Don't you want that?
- I can't be here.
People need me.
- You like the
fighting, the killing.
It can be over if you stay.
- I don't wanna fight anymore.
But until my body's broken,
until my will is ruined,
while I'm still breathing,
it's my responsibility
to fight for those who
can't fight for themselves.
I know what's out
there and I cannot rest
until I die trying.
It's who I am.
It's who I'll always be.
- You finally
understand, Hoplite.
- Voices.
I can hear them crawling
inside of my mind.
- Let me get you out of here.
- See a way.
- What can I do?
Please.
- End this.
- Sally, pull me out.
- Warning, Miss Cass, your
cybernetic limb's power source
is reaching critical levels.
- We came
here to save them.
- You saved
them from their suffering.
A mercy.
I suggest you
evacuate the facility.
A chain reaction is likely.
If this is the end, I
am glad I was not alone.
- So this is what
you've become, Mo.
A traitor and a terrorist?
- Do you even know what the
general's involved in, Sarah?
- It's my job to
keep the city safe,
and you are here working to undo
everything that
Phalanx has built.
- Centurion is mind control.
The shipments were
test subjects.
- The city needs order.
Whatever my father
is doing is a step
towards peace and security.
- You can't believe that.
- It's what Phalanx stands for.
It's what I stand for.
- Stand down, Major.
- Never.
- Captain,
condition, still alive.
- Sally, I don't know
what I'd do without you.
- Mo!
You all right
- Xoey?
Jesus, there's people in there.
- Mo!
- What the hell happened?
- Security measure.
The whole place set
to self-destruct.
- We failed.
- We stopped Centurion.
Let's get off this island
while we still can.
- We've got incoming.
- I see it.
Taking evasive action.
- Oh, what a shit show.
- You promised
Harrington on a leash, General.
Instead, Centurion is
gone and the captain
is back from the dead.
- He knows I'm involved.
And I ordered the
marines to kill him.
He forced my hand.
- The Hoplite is cunning.
He didn't learn that from you.
- Myrmidon, how dare you?
If it weren't from me, you'd
be nothing in this city.
Where's Kreer?
- The overseer
made your fate clear.
It was pleasant while
it lasted, General.
- The Soviets...
I just wanted us to
be ready.
- How is she doing, Doc?
- She's stabilized.
Sarah's body should
make a full recovery.
- Any idea when she'll wake up?
- I don't know if she will.
- Thank you, Veronica.
- Mo.
Did you do this?
I see.
- Just let me know if
anything changes, Doctor.
What will you do now?
- Centurion's gone, but
the district needs me.
I owe it to the people
we lost and I'll do
whatever it takes
to keep them safe.
- You sound like me.
- I guess I am.
What about you?
- The Millennium Circle, Dagger.
They murdered all
those innocent people.
They'll pay.
You take care of
yourself, Miss Cass.
Home again, Sally.
- Yes, Captain.
Incoming transmission.
- turn of events
for a man committed
to.
- Kreer.
- I
heard you executed
General Dagger point blank.
Your pistol was
found at the scene,
your fingerprints all over it.
- You bastard.
- The general
gave us everything.
His obsession with unifying
the city against the Soviets
became his undoing.
The Circle is beyond
such conflicts.
Peace in our times is a
much more noble cause.
- You'd call mind control noble?
- An end to
conflict as we know it.
You are force of
unnatural chaos.
Be a force for
our cause instead.
Work for the Circle
and the corporation
will not pursue you to
the depths of the city.
Continue to fight us,
and you'll be hunted
for the rest of your days.
- You killed Luke.
- You disappoint me.
- It is safe to
assume your apartment
is compromised, Captain,
A citywide bounty
has been issued.
Phalanx forces are en route.
- I didn't think
you'd beat me here.
- You said you wanted to talk.
I got the impression you
are a man of your word.
- I am.
- You are also a wanted
terrorist, Harrington.
Last time we met, you said you
never wanted to see me again.
- I'm gonna kill the Matriarch.
Her allies have done
unspeakable things,
and murdered someone who
was once very dear to me.
- Revenge isn't very heroic.
- This is personal.
- What do I get out
of this, Hoplite?
- An opportunity.
- Since your attack
on the Imperial,
the Matriarch and
her guard moved here.
Word is she's bugging out.
- The warehouse is over there.
The dropship's on
the other side.
I'm guessing it's moving in 30.
- How do you figure?
- A dead general triggers a
six-hour airspace lockdown.
29 minutes to go two.
24X is yours, but no
dragon, no trafficking,
and stay out of district three.
- If you succeed,
it'll be chaos.
- When I succeed, the
undercity are gonna need
a new leader to keep
the gangs in line.
24X can supply that.
- You're not the same
man who tortured Stag.
What happened to you?
- I saw what would
happen if I lost the will
to make the world
a better place.
Do I have your word?
- You do.
- Your hands are no
longer tied, Cleo.
Be better.
- What about you?
- I don't like waiting.
- This is
for your own protection!
- We've already killed
the bastard once.
He's still coming.
- He's just a man.
Every man breaks.
We will succeed for the cause.
Get down!
I'm pleased that it ended
like this for you, Hoplite.
Death in combat is an
honorable achievement.
You have fought valiantly.
- This is for Luke,
you motherfucker.
- I don't wanna die like this.
- You won't.
I made you a promise.
I will be there to burn you
and your empire to the ground.
I promise you that.
- Where to now, Mo?
- Underground.