Onslaught (2026) Movie Script

1
Move! Move!
I don't oppose war.
What I do oppose
is a dumb war.
This government
does not torture people.
Aggression is defeated.
The war is over.
Do you realize that,
in this whole century,
the people of America
have not had
a full generation of peace?
Our homes, our Nation,
all the things we believe in
are in great danger.
Remember the character
of the onslaught against us.
We will gain
the inevitable triumph,
so help us God.
Mmm.
Goddammit.
Shit.
Shut the fuck up!
Turn the fucking bike off
or you're under arrest!
What?
Turn the fucking engine off,
you little shit!
-I can't hear you, man!
-He can't hear you!
I work the night shift!
You know what that's like?
I need my fucking sleep!
Hey!
Kill it.
I gotta have
my fucking eight hours!
God damn it!
This fucking shithole!
Fuck!
Hey, um...
Celeste, um...
I'm just gonna be a little bit
late on the rent this month.
Really?
Yeah, you know the situation
with my cunt wife, right?
No, I don't.
That bitch
took my premium bonsais.
She locked them in the shed.
I had a buyer all lined up.
I would have been flush.
I'm really sorry
that you're dealing with
cunt wife difficulties.
You still got to pay
your rent, though.
I'm only the on-site manager.
If you can't pay,
take it up
with the higher-ups.
Yeah,
but you could talk to them.
Tell them I'm good for it,
you know? I'm law enforcement.
Just pay your damn rent.
Oh, fuck!
Puta madre.
Mierda.
Oh, shit.
All right,
Daisy Jane.
You got your ocean sounds
all packed up?
Mmm-hmm.
I want you to behave
yourself this weekend, okay?
- All right.
- Be good for Mommy.
Remember, raise your words,
not your voice.
Rain grows flowers...
Not thunder.
That's it.
Hi, bubby.
-Hi!
-Hi!
- Hi.
- Hmm.
What happened to your hair?
Sharon cut my bangs for me.
Mmm-hmm.
-Well, it looks really pretty.
-Yeah.
Hey, Dad.
What are you doing here?
It's not my weekend.
You don't check your texts?
I've been trying to reach you
all morning.
Well, unlike you,
I'm not on my phone 24/7.
I was target shooting.
- Target shooting?
- Yeah.
Still got that M16?
No. You know
I'm legally prohibited
of owning
a selective fire weapon
with a high-capacity mag.
Look, I got
an emergency meeting.
I got a flight to catch in,
like, an hour.
We couldn't get a sitter,
and Sharon's busy at work,
so...
Sharon.
Hey.
Sharon.
You're up, Mom.
Hey, bubba, I'm gonna have
a little chat with your dad.
Do you want to go inside
and put your stuff down?
Sure.
- You got it?
- I got it.
You can't just fucking
spring her on me like this.
Spring, spring...
She's your daughter.
I know, but...
Not some problem
that you gotta solve.
I don't think...
Why do you...
You know,
I'm not getting into it.
I'm just...
I'm not getting into it.
I'm fucking
talking to you, dude.
All I'm fucking saying is
two days would have been nice.
A day would have been nice.
A week would have been nice!
Not a fucking morning!
I want you to imagine
that you're breathing deeply
with the waves.
Experience this
with all five senses.
...an hour before you
fucking showed up here!
Smell the ocean breeze.
- Two fuckin' hours...
- Hear the crashing...
Five times five
is 25.
Six times five is 30.
Seven times five is...
...got the news
like last week myself.
And I'm not gonna change
my entire plan...
You're talking about
taking my daughter away
across the fucking country
and, if that's what you think,
you better have
another thought in mind.
You know what? I thought that
we could keep this civil.
I don't give a fuck.
I'm civil.
But I forgot,
Celeste doesn't do civility.
You're talking about
taking my child!
You know what? My lawyers
are pretty confident
that the district court
is gonna rule in our favor.
-You got a fucking lawyer...
-If it comes to that
-...before you talked to me?
-If it comes to that.
-Jesus Christ!
-Oh, my God.
I have to do
my due diligence here.
You're such a piece of shit.
You are such a piece of shit!
You know you could
move too, right?
I mean, how long
has it been here, Celeste?
You told me
it'd be a couple months.
It was temporary.
That was four or five
years ago. What?
I like it here.
-I feel good here. It's safe.
-Yeah.
You need to get over
your shit, soldier.
Fuck you!
Oh, you got scared
from a little "fuck you"?
Well, guess what?
I got a better fucking lawyer
than you do!
Yeah, that's right.
You heard that right.
Guess what?
You're a fucking coward!
Fuck you! Behave like
you always fucking do,
you motherfucker!
Hey!
You're not taking
my daughter away!
Dr. Kammler,
would you mind not smoking
while the subject's brain
is exposed?
The Pryapis team
are en route, two hours out.
- You will be ready?
- Yes.
But I must again
state my objections.
We haven't tested
enough to know
how the nervous systems
could respond...
Your objections
are duly noted,
but it is time
to show our results.
Progress does not crawl
on its belly like the worm.
Finish with him and prepare
the other subjects.
Yes.
Allow your body to rest
and your spirit to soar.
Oh, no, bubba.
You don't...
You don't have to do that.
I can just do that later.
It's fine. I'm almost done.
All right.
Mmm. I didn't really know
you were coming,
so I've got ramen.
What's this?
I've got Garbanzo beans.
Those are healthy, right?
You hungry?
No. No, thank you, ma'am.
You know you don't have
to call me "ma'am."
Just call me "Mom"
or "Mommy" or "Mama."
Does Sharon make you
call her "ma'am"?
Dad says it's proper manners.
All right. Well, I'm gonna
talk to your dad about that.
- Come on. We're going outside.
- Okay.
This is a real-world exercise.
Live ammunition
will be in play.
Medical teams are on standby.
Injuries should be expected.
Mr. Baylor.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Dr. Kammler!
It's been a while.
You're looking...
well.
How's your wife, Frau Kammler?
She is well.
Thank you for asking.
Follow me, please.
Please allow me
to make proper introductions.
This specialist was
the subject of a famous trial.
He killed 17 civilians
in a village square in Yemen.
He was weeping
as he slaughtered them.
His fellow soldiers
gave him a mocking nickname:
The Crybaby.
This Marine was shot 48 times.
His survival earned him
the moniker:
The Cockroach.
This last soldier
you will surely be aware of,
by the name the western media
awarded him for his murders:
The Butcher of Kehra.
He was a hand-to-hand
combat instructor,
very popular
among the soldiers
before he was shot in battle.
He made a physical recovery,
but his mind
was never the same.
These men no longer feel pain.
They can manipulate
their own heart rate.
They can tighten their muscles
to prevent bullet penetration.
And once they begin killing,
they will not stop until their
programming is deactivated.
Or until there is no one left
in their path alive.
They are the human equivalent
of a heat-seeking missile.
The perfect soldier.
Every fighter
has a breaking point.
Yeah, correct.
There remains a limit
to their minds.
If they are deployed
for more than one hour...
...their control weakens.
They may lose
their military precision.
What you are witnessing here,
Mr. Baylor,
is a work in progress.
Naturally,
I would like more time.
It's pencils down,
Dr. Kammler.
New theaters of combat are
emerging that we need to fill.
The board wants results.
Now.
And so do I.
Quite so.
Hey, Daisy!
Hi!
Go.
Some for you, you little tree.
-Oh, there she is.
-Hi.
So how's your kid?
Why don't you go
ask her yourself?
This is the second time
that Black Hawk
has gone over us today.
Plus the usual
morning chopper.
You know, that's a real sign
of mental health
for us veterans.
Keeping track of every chopper
that flies by.
All I'm saying is
that they're up to something
in the desert north of here.
Some kind of secret base
or some shit.
I don't know,
but I don't fucking like it.
Weren't you in Vietnam?
Shouldn't you be
more fucking paranoid?
Come on!
Whoa, what has got you
in such a good mood?
You look like somebody
just spit in your socks.
Her asshole dad
just sprung her on me,
talking about
how he's gonna relocate
with her or something...
Can he do that?
I don't know.
You got a lawyer?
Nope.
So what's keeping you here
with the rest of us losers
anyway?
Maybe I just prefer it here.
I can see how that might be.
God damn it! Can't anything
go fucking right today?
-Fuck!
-Anything I can do to help?
No.
Not unless you have
some 10-gauge stranded wire.
How much you need?
Like... five feet or so.
Well, I don't entirely know
what that is.
But they ought to have some
out at the truck stop.
Oh, and could you get me
a pack of Stampedes
while you're out there?
I'll pay you back.
Always hustling, huh?
Those things
are gonna kill you.
Yeah, maybe.
All right, I'll get you some.
I gotta get this kid
some food anyways.
I'm winning
Best Mom of the Year award.
The fuck is this?
Modern art?
Dazzle camouflage
from a Navy experiment.
It conditions
our subjects' ocular reflexes.
Start the experiment.
Doctor.
Yes.
Activating our subjects.
All personnel, clear the area.
Chemical gas...
to make things
a little more interesting.
We got masks.
We'll be fine.
Yes.
And my men will be
holding their breath.
Please proceed.
Commencing experiment...
...now.
All right, Doctor...
let's see what
your pervert squad can do.
No! No!
They're targeting the lights.
Yes.
They can see better
in the dark.
I've seen enough.
You can shut them down.
We cannot
deactivate our subjects
until all the targets
have been eliminated.
I said, shut them down!
The Butcher.
He's in cardiac arrest.
What's the matter with him?
Loss of blood?
No, Doctor, look,
it's all of them.
They're all dead?
Could it be shock?
Aortic aneurysms
due to lack of oxygen?
I need to revive one
to do a brain scan.
Yeah, use the defibrillator.
They're all dead!
What the fuck am I supposed
to tell the board?
You just ate shit, Doctor!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
-Hey, Celeste!
-Hi!
Is it the first
of the month already?
Oh, cut the shit,
it's the eighth.
Ah, shit.
I'll get my checkbook.
I'll be right back.
Excuse me, sir.
You're on the clock.
I'll have to reschedule.
You interrupted
a recreational evening.
Where am I going?
Pardon the intrusion,
but you're our only operative
in the area.
We received
a Code Alpha distress signal
at our testing facility
outside Moriarty.
I wasn't aware we had
a facility near Moriarty.
Details of its operations
are highly classified
and have been scrubbed
from our database.
However, we know
the facility has been occupied
by a private
military contractor
for the past six years.
Your job is clean up
and concealment,
strictly janitorial.
Are you sober, Cyrus?
I took 100 milligrams
of pure MDMA
approximately 30 minutes ago.
It won't affect
my performance,
but I'll ingest some protein
when I can.
How many bodies?
We have
no definitive estimate.
You'll be first on scene.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Wanna come in with me?
-No, I'll wait here.
-Okay.
Don't talk to strangers.
You can't pay for that.
Hey, Celeste.
- How you doing?
- Fine.
Can I get a pack of Stampedes?
Sure.
I got burritos,
I got beef jerky.
We are all good.
Thank you, ma'am.
Sorry.
Here, I'll help you.
You know, you can call me
whatever you want.
I just hate the fact that you
feel like you have to be
so formal all the time.
What does "formal" mean?
Formal is what grown-ups do
so other grown-ups like them.
Motherfucker.
-Damn it, Arlo.
-Sorry, babe.
-Dumbass.
-I need a refill.
No more free refills.
Yeah, yeah.
No!
I'm glad I'm me
I'm me
Attention all highway units.
We have a report
of possible shots fired
outside the Moriarty
truck stop, Route 149.
No suspect description
at this time.
Responding units,
proceed with caution.
No. No, no, no, no.
No. What are you doing?
It's a burrito. You eat
a burrito with your hands.
Like this.
Try it.
Big bite.
It's messy.
Animals don't eat
with a fork and a knife.
- Right?
- Mmm-hmm.
Have you seen a dog eat
with a fork and a knife? No.
They just grab the food
and go...
Take another.
We're animals too.
That's my girl.
Are you sober, Cyrus?
Are you sober, Cyrus?
Cyrus...
Help me...
Hey, Cyrus...
Beautiful.
Sir.
Are you okay?
Don't ever ask me that again.
What is this facility?
Probably military research.
The base was built by the army
and vacated
after the World War.
We're through!
About fucking time.
Once they were cleared out,
the Pentagon started
leasing the base
for defense private
contractor projects.
Minimal oversight.
That's where we're at now.
Got it.
Here you go, bubba. Get in.
There.
Dad says we're moving away.
He told you that?
No.
But I heard him
and Sharon talking.
Hmm.
Do you want to hear a story?
Sure.
All right, well, it was back
when I was in the army.
And we were stationed
in this hotel.
These guys
from this other platoon
thought it would be
a good idea
to have
an amateur boxing match.
And one of those guys...
challenged me to a fight.
Why did he want to fight you?
I don't know.
Maybe...
he wanted to look big.
And I think he thought
I wasn't gonna
go through with it.
But you know your mama.
Of course I was gonna
go through with it.
We'll finish this
another time.
Te quiero.
We've got
six private contractors,
counting the guy
in the doorway.
The rest of the bodies
seem to be ours.
I've got ID on all,
except one.
Him?
"My honor is loyalty."
Who is he?
He was bad news for us.
Name's Hans Kammler.
He was
third generation Paperclip.
His early
experiments earned him
a European Union
arrest warrant
for violations
against humanity.
Officially,
he's been dead six years.
He's definitely dead now.
If he was running
this experiment,
the priority is
search and destroy.
This facility's secure.
We'll clean it up later.
I want all of our resources
directed towards containment.
Yes.
Local dispatch
just got a call reporting
possible gunfire
at a truck stop.
We passed it driving in.
Shut down
the surrounding roads.
Shut down all
entrances to the truck stop.
Yes.
You have my deepest
condolences, Frau Kammler.
Danke.
Now,
would you mind telling me
what I'm up against tonight?
War is needed to keep
the populace obeisant.
But prolonged exposure
breaks the mind.
My husband's great dream...
and that of his ancestors
was to resolve that conflict.
To create an ideal combatant.
Super soldiers.
We set out to create
a military faction
without conscience,
to be deployed against
the domestic populace.
The average
infantry soldier may hesitate
to kill his own countrymen,
but these men
are conditioned to kill
until they are stopped.
That is all they know.
Do you have any practical
advice for engagement?
Do not engage.
Your orders come
directly from me now.
Your superiors
have been notified.
We have
the unexpected opportunity
to observe these subjects
outside the boundaries
of our control.
Record your findings.
Cover our tracks.
Anything else?
Use your best judgment.
The work must survive.
Oh, goddammit...
it's cold out here!
Oh, son of a holy bitch!
Motherfucker.
Ooh!
Where are you going?
Go to your room.
Get under the bed.
Now!
Wrong trailer park,
motherfucker!
Mom!
- No!
- Mom!
-Mom!
-Get back!
Go back inside!
Go inside! Inside!
- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah. Yes, I am.
- I'm fine, I'm fine.
- You're good?
Help me
turn off the lights, baby.
What is going on?
- Stay with me, okay?
- Okay!
Excuse me.
May I come inside, please?
Uh...
One second, bubba.
I just gotta clean
this really small cut
that's just bleeding a lot.
I'm scared, Mom.
I know. Just stay
right by the door, okay?
Okay.
I'm coming
out now, okay?
-Yeah.
-Don't be scared.
There's a lot of blood.
I know, I know.
Baby, I know, I know.
I know.
I'm okay.
- You promise?
- I promise.
From now on, I need you to
stay right next to me, okay?
- Okay.
- Now come with me.
Mommy needs to get her guns.
Stay with me, okay?
Run! Run!
Run, baby! Run!
Run, baby!
Stay back!
Come here, baby.
I'll take you out the window.
I'll be right behind you,
okay? Come, come!
You okay?
Come on, I got you!
Get your asses over here!
Run, baby, run!
Run! Stay with me,
stay with me!
Go, go, go, go!
Get down, get down, get down!
Okay. Mommy's got you, okay?
You're gonna be okay.
I promise.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Hey, how bad is that eye?
It's fine.
I got another one.
You got another weapon?
Here. Take this.
- How many rounds?
- Five.
-Five?
-Plus three shotgun shells.
- And you have no other guns?
- No.
I'm not a gun-loony like you.
Oh, I'm the loony.
Bet you wish we could get
to my stash now, old man.
Now what?
Phones are all down.
Cell phone and my landline.
-You see anything?
-No, nothing's moving.
Who the hell are these guys?
What do they want?
I don't know.
They're operating
like a military unit.
If they're silent,
it means that
they're waiting or planning
another fucking attack.
You reckon some
army experiment got loose?
Yes, probably from that
fucking base I told you about.
I knew it.
Figures.
They just can't stop
fucking with us vets.
Sir.
We have a survivor.
Help me...
That's why we're here, sir.
Don't be afraid.
What caliber
are we using for this?
.45.
Let's make sure everyone else
here is fully dead
before they start the fire.
Hey, no, no, no.
You are not smoking
in front of my child.
Hmm.
Hi, baby.
-You okay?
-Mmm-hmm.
-Hey, you know what?
-Hmm?
I just realized
I never finished my story.
-You never did...
-Do you want to hear it?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Yeah. Okay, so...
Where was I? Oh, yeah.
It was the day of the fight.
And the guy I was fighting,
he was being all cocky,
dancing around,
talking a bunch of stuff.
The bell rings.
And before he can throw
a single punch, guess what?
Hmm?
Your mom kicked him
right in the balls.
Then he just goes "boom,"
down to the floor.
Well, what happened to him
after the fight?
Um...
I saw him one last time
out there.
He got hurt real bad.
And then I got injured, so...
no rematch.
So you know what?
Never pick a fight
with someone
that's got more to lose
than you do.
Hey, bubba.
-Hey.
-Hmm?
-Try to cover your ears.
-Why?
I'm just gonna say
a lot of bad words, okay?
Cover them. Good girl.
Hey, old man?
If anything happens to me,
make sure she
gets to her dad, okay?
He's a fucking asshole, but...
he's a good father.
Okay.
And if anything happens to me,
I got a couple
of library books
that are a few years overdue.
If you could get those back
for me,
I would appreciate it.
Okay, deal.
Okay, bubba. Bubba!
You filled up that generator?
- Hey!
- Shh. You hear that?
Hey!
What the fuck's going on?
Is anyone alive in there?
The fuck is he yapping about?
Listen.
I got a radio in the car.
It's in the driveway.
Someone could go out there
and call for help.
Do I need the keys?
No, it's open.
Just hit the button.
I would go out there,
but I twisted my ankle.
This fucking guy.
I mean, it's pretty quiet
out there.
It's not that far.
You think I should do it?
I don't know.
- It's risky.
- It's pretty close.
I could hobble
out there if you need me.
Get back! Get back!
Shit, that's tear gas!
Cover your mouth,
cover your nose!
Run, baby!
-Run!
-Go! Get her out of here!
I'll hold him off!
- Go!
- Go, baby!
You okay, baby? You good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Bubba, run! Run!
Run, baby, run!
Over here!
Run!
Get to the house, baby!
Go, go!
- You okay? Yeah? You good?
- Yeah.
I don't fucking understand!
I shot him like a dozen times.
Oh, baby.
- Is she hurt?
- No, she's fine.
Probably just a little trauma,
but she'll grow out of it.
- All right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Is that your only gun?
Oh!
Stay back! Stay behind me.
Hey! It's me!
Open the door!
- Hey! Let me in!
- Josiah!
Let me in!
Fuck, he's hurt!
Hold that!
Come in, come in, come in!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Here, I got you.
That creepy bastard
nicked me pretty good.
Oh, God.
Oh, God,
I need a towel.
All right, um... What size?
I don't fucking know.
A fucking towel!
Fuck.
Here. Hold that.
Hold that. Hold that tight.
It's just a little scratch.
Yeah, okay, baby.
It's just a scratch.
Yeah, just a scratch.
We can't stay in here long.
You're right.
Hold the pressure, okay?
They have military training.
They're gonna
smoke us out again.
You're gonna be okay, Josiah.
What the hell are we gonna do?
Well, we need a fucking plan.
Cover yourself!
Motherfuckers!
Shit...
Okay, okay! Someone
with some fucking cojones
has to make a run for
my cruiser, use the radio
and call for some
fucking backup.
You got the cojones.
You go.
No, mamacita.
I'm talking about
some mucho grande cojones
for this.
It's time for you to grow
grande cojones, dude.
All right. Okay.
-I'll fucking do it.
-What about your ankle?
Yeah, it's a little
bit better, thank you.
- Can you fucking go?
- Yeah. How many
bullets you got left
in that thing?
-About two.
-All right,
I'm gonna go for it.
You guys get your asses
in my car
and we'll get the fuck
out of here, all right?
Jesus fucking Christ, just go!
- Go!
- Fuck!
Okay!
Hey.
You're a shit
fucking neighbor,
but you're a good man.
I got you.
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
Oh, God!
Fuck.
That's your last bullet.
Yeah, Mommy knows that.
Come on, baby.
You got this.
Come on.
You blew that
motherfucker's brains out.
Fuck! What the fuck?
Fuck!
Uh, yeah, uh...
This is Kovacks to base. Uh...
We got a shooting over here at
the Windy Oasis Trailer Park.
We need everyone you got.
We need everyone fucking now!
Hey, he's coming.
You ready, Josiah?
Oh, my God! I ran over a man!
- Hey.
- Josiah?
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
I'm okay.
I just need to rest.
For a few...
Come on, old fool.
Don't do this to me.
Come on!
Come on.
Josiah.
Hey!
Come on!
Get in! Come on!
Go, go!
Go, go, go, go!
Bye, bitch!
Mom?
Mom!
Daisy!
Over here!
Run, baby!
Get behind the truck, now!
No fucking way.
I saw you die.
Oh, you fucked
with the wrong mom.
Come on, you little bitch!
Mommy!
It's okay, Mommy.
It's okay now.
We're okay.
Shit.
Josiah!
You just don't quit,
do you, old man?
You neither, I reckon.
Kovacks?
Damn.
Stay with Josiah.
Okay.
Hey.
He needs some help.
You look like you could use
some medical attention
yourself, ma'am.
I'm fine. Do him first.
What the fuck? Get the...
Get the fuck out of here.
Are you the only survivors?
The three of us. Yes.
Hmm.
You did that?
Who the fuck are you?
Your government, ma'am.
For reasons related
to national security,
you now have
a couple of options.
One is that we can
comfortably relocate
you and your... your daughter
once you agree to a set of
binding nondisclosure terms.
What's my other option?
Not as good.
Who were they, anyway?
Domestic terrorists.
Bullshit.
Yeah...
Would you...
consider some advice, ma'am?
Do I look like I need some?
Don't ask too many questions.
The best thing for you
and your daughter would be
to forget that last night
ever happened.
I don't think I can do that.
Then fake it.
Pretend. But don't ever
break character.
Excuse me.
This was all very unfortunate.
Yes, ma'am.
But in loss, opportunity.
The program has been tested
in a civilian environment.
We must not let those results
to go to waste.
No, ma'am.
What about the witnesses?
We must not let them
go to waste either.
Put them
somewhere safe for now.
Somewhere they can be watched.
Yes, ma'am.
I think Mommy is ready
for a move.