Shadow Land (2024) Movie Script

[ominous music playing]
[thunder booming]
[thunder booming]
[thunder booming]
[door creaking]
[thunder booming]
[thunder rumbling]
[gun fires]
[knife clatters]
[thunder booming]
Let's see who you are.
[lamp clicks]
What the hell was that?
[thunder rumbling]
It was a dream.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[thunder booming]
[thunder booming]
[gun cocking]
[horse whinnying]
[horse whinnying]
[horse whinnying]
[horses whinnying]
[horse whinnying]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!
Mr. President, it's me.
It's Nathan Malone.
Yeah, and Brett.
It's me, Mr. President.
Hit the breaker.
[breaker clacking]
What am I doing here?
Well, sir, that's what
we came to find out.
I thought I saw
someone out here.
[Brett] Sir, that's...
that's not possible.
If someone breached the
perimeter, we would have known.
Perhaps you were having
another one of your dreams?
I was...
but-but it was real, too.
I looked out the window,
and somebody was there.
I'm... I'm sorry, fellas.
[gun clicking]
I got it.
[president groans]
I'm gonna go
back in the house.
Okay, sir.
No, no.
I'm fine.
Sorry, fellas.
[solemn music playing]
We should, uh...
we should make sure there's
no more live ammo in the house.
No, no, don't do that.
When I signed up,
I agreed to take a bullet
for him, not from him.
Yeah, and he'll be okay.
Was he like this
when he was in office?
No, no, not at all.
Should call Mr. Barnes.
[phone beeps]
[thunder crackling]
[thunder booming]
[horse whinnying]
[jets whooshing]
[general] Mr. President, you
have to make a decision, sir.
For the past five weeks,
intelligence reports
have been tracking
the construction
of this lab in Astovia.
It's now dangerously close
to completion.
Are we sure
about this, Jasper?
No, sir, we are not.
Reports suggest that the lab
in these photographs
will be fully operational
within the next 48 hours, sir.
They suggest.
They do not confirm.
While you're waiting
for confirmation,
Astovia's gonna have fissile
uranium in a matter of days.
If the report is accurate.
That's the big if, isn't it?
Yes, sir, it is. But we
believe the reports are correct.
We also believe that
people whose daughters
are in the conflict zone
should not be involved
in this kind of conversation.
Astovia ground all flights
the moment this broke out.
She's one of hundreds
of Americans
trapped in the country.
One more day is all I'm
suggesting, Mr. President.
Let's try diplomacy first.
With all due respect, sir,
the time for diplomacy is over.
We need an answer now.
Go, or no go.
If we're wrong...
Sir, in less than 24 hours,
we're gonna be looking
at a very different decision.
[ominous music playing]
Do it.
Yes, sir.
[door closes]
[somber music playing]
Thank you. Brett.
Mr. Barnes.
Thank you
for coming so quickly.
Anytime. How's he doing?
He's, uh...
Maybe you should see
for yourself.
Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight we've decided
to take military action
in the country of Astovia.
A preemptive strike based
on intelligence reports
that indicate
that this rogue state
is on the verge of developing
nuclear capability.
We've asked the leaders
of Astovia to allow us in
to see if our reports are
wrong, but they've refused.
Even now, as I speak,
air and ground forces
are already taking action.
God bless us all,
and God bless
the United States of America.
Sir, Mr. Barnes is here.
Jasper! [chuckles]
Jasper, how...
how the hell are you?
I'm well, sir.
How's Jenny?
She's good.
She sends her best.
Um, she's just finishing up
her PhD.
Wow, that's something, huh?
You must be very proud.
Chip off the old block, huh?
How are you, sir?
Well, I know you're...
everybody's filling your head
with thoughts that I'm
losing it, but I'm fine.
So, you, uh, were watching
the old speeches?
I'm doing my memoir,
so it helps to go back
and watch some of them,
and I have a person coming in
that's gonna help me
organize all this.
And I have just reached the part
that deals with the raid.
All intelligence reports
that Astovia was on the verge
of finishing a lab
that would allow them to
refine weapons-grade uranium,
so I gave instructions
to destroy the lab.
Painful time.
You couldn't have known
that those reports
were fabricated.
You did, Jasper.
One more day is all I'm
suggesting, Mr. President.
Let's try diplomacy first.
No, that's not true.
I didn't know if they
were authentic or not,
which is why I wanted
to vet them further.
Advisors have
the luxury of uncertainty.
You didn't have that luxury,
and you had to make the call.
So, uh, what is this thing
you're hearing?
Well, so far, just rumors
that there's a... big
document dump coming.
And some of it was about
Astovia and the raid?
Like I say, sir,
it's just rumors.
You haven't touched
your drink.
Well, it's, uh...
It's not quite 11.
It's a little early for me.
Eleven in the morning?
I-I thought it was, um...
Sir, Agent Cahill
mentioned that you, uh...
You were having dreams?
Yes, I'm having...
Having dreams. Bad dreams.
But I'm also having moments
when I'm... I'm... confused.
Last night, I found myself
in the... in the barn.
Thought I saw someone,
but was it a dream?
Was it just my... my mind
playing tricks on me?
Sir, do you think it might help
to talk to someone?
Perhaps someone
like Dr. Davrow?
Mr. President,
Dr. Davrow.
Mr. President.
Dr. Davrow.
I'm a big fan of the work
you're doing for the vets.
Thank you, sir.
We appreciate
the support
that you've given us.
I've read your book.
I was very impressed
with your insight
that those who are injured,
sometimes seriously...
Yes, sir.
...are the same people
that they were before the
injury, only more so, you say.
That's not a bad idea.
He was of great comfort
when I lost Eleanor.
I'll set it up.
[cheerful music playing]
[woman] Hey, sweetie.
Thank you.
Hey. The usual?
Am I that predictable?
Ah, well, I've been working
here for the past year,
and you haven't had anything
other than still water
and the grilled salmon.
Well, today,
I'm gonna live large.
Give me a beer
and the grilled salmon.
You choose the beer.
Oh. You're a rebel.
[clicks tongue]
Check your six.
Someone's checking you out.
[solemn music playing]
[Elliot chuckles]
Hello, Elliot.
Creature of habit, isn't he?
What's he having, the salmon?
Jamie, this is my, um...
My ex-wife, Rachel.
Oh! So, what can I get you?
[Rachel] I'll have a glass
of your house white.
[Jamie] Sure.
My God. [laughs]
What are you doing here?
You have an assignment?
No, actually.
I am here to help him
with his memoir.
You hated everything
about the man,
unless you've...
you've changed that much.
I have not, but apparently
my name was floated,
and Wainwright approved,
and my publisher
seems very impressed,
and so here I am.
Trust me, I don't plan
on going easy on the old man.
I haven't changed that much...
and neither have your clothes.
[phone buzzing]
I have washed them.
Do you need to get that?
No, no. It can wait.
May I?
Yes, please.
Here you go.
Thank you.
To surprises.
So you're
still here, then.
A little bird told me
that you...
might be moving
back to New York.
Well, I...
I changed my mind.
I've been teaching
at Morrisville.
Elliot, really?
I mean, that's one step up
from community college.
Oh no, I like it.
You could work
anywhere you want.
You're not teaching
because you love it.
You're teaching
because you're hiding.
All you did
for three years
was talk about
leaving this place.
[softly] Jamie.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no. Not at all.
Do you... do you remember
what you said
right before you walked out
for the very last time?
You said I belonged here
with the rest of the fossils.
Good luck with your book.
[woman] They're all insane.
Don't make no difference.
Can I see a menu?
[woman] They are
all lying to you.
Conservative, liberal, there's
no difference between 'em.
You've got to open
your eyes, my friend.
Um, on second thought...
Keep the change.
Thank you.
[somber music playing]
You didn't answer
your phone.
Well, there's
a reason for that.
President's asked
for some of your time.
You know, Brett,
I've already given him
a lot more than my time.
The old man really needs you.
[gate creaking]
[somber music continues]
[Wainwright] Elliot.
[Elliot] Mr. President.
It's good to see you.
I appreciate you coming.
Of course, sir.
You're looking well.
You too.
Let's go for a little walk,
shall we?
Yes, sir.
It's so peaceful,
isn't it?
I talk to Eleanor
when I come here.
I'm sure you do, sir.
I heard about you and, uh,
Rachel, and I'm sorry.
Yeah. That's kind of you, sir.
I just saw her in town.
Oh, yeah?
May I ask,
are you two going
to be working together, sir?
It was my idea.
You know that...
no one's gonna accuse me
of going easy on myself.
No. No, sir.
In regards to my
your people were quite vague
about the details.
May I ask you
what's going on?
I'm having nightmares,
Elliot. Bad ones.
Tell me about them.
Well, they're always different,
but I remember them.
That's the...
That's the unusual thing,
because I'm not remembering
a lot of things.
You know, I've kind of come
to that, uh, time in life.
Last night, I dreamt
someone was trying
to kill me in my room.
[thunder booming]
The night before that,
I was in Astovia
with the Special Forces unit
we sent on the raid.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[explosion, rumbling]
And then I was
in the hospital...
[girl screaming]
...with the survivors,
and I saw the wounded soldiers,
and I saw the American
exchange students,
and Jasper's daughter too.
[daughter sobs softly]
She'll be okay, sir.
And then I was in the forest,
looking at my house.
I was watching myself.
And then it was someone else,
watching me.
Someone who wanted to hurt me.
In all my dreams,
I feel I'm being watched.
You have a great burden, sir.
You're the former president.
You're always being watched.
How many of these dreams
have you had, sir?
Enough to scare the hell
out of me, I'll tell you.
When did they start?
About a month ago,
I think.
Do you remember what
happened a month ago, sir?
Oh, son of a gun.
A month ago, Jasper got word
that there might be
some kind of document dump
about Astovia
that's gonna make me
look bad.
I don't know how it
could make me look worse
than the original
debacle did, but...
I've dreamt about Astovia,
more than once.
That makes sense.
But it's not
always about Astovia.
The only constant
is that tree line,
and someone wants to hurt me.
I'm scared.
I'm scared that something
bad is gonna happen.
But maybe I'm even more scared
that nothing bad
is gonna happen,
and I'm just losing my mind.
It's important to remember
that these are just dreams.
There's nothing
to be scared of.
They don't necessarily
predict the future,
but they do tell us
about ourselves.
What are these dreams
telling me about myself?
Well, we can keep walking
into the forest,
and we'll see what we'll see.
I can't get too far
from the sight line of...
of my guardians back there.
If I go into the...
If I go into the forest,
I've got to explain myself,
but you could go in.
Would you like me to go, sir?
Yes, I would.
Mr. President,
Ms. Donnelly has just arrived.
She's waiting in the study.
Thank you, Nathan.
I need you to look
into this for me.
See if you find something,
something that proves
I'm not crazy.
[lawnmower droning]
[ominous music playing]
[birds chirping]
[ominous music continues]
He should pass the ball,
but he's going in the zone!
Get it back! Fuck!
Oh, that's a fail.
[Cahill] Just pass the ball.
Is he gonna be like last time?
Brett. How are you?
I'm fine.
What's the score?
[Cahill laughs]
Uh, Cleveland's down
by 20 to Toronto.
You're a Cleveland fan?
No. New York all
the way, my friend.
But I put a few bucks
on the game
to make it more interesting.
There's a lot of time
to kill up here.
Well... there used to be.
Obviously Big Duke hasn't
been feeling himself lately.
You guys still call him that?
All our protectees
have their names.
I like Big Duke.
He reminds me of the heroism
our country once had.
I take it you're not stopping by
to say hello. What's up?
I found something. Would you
mind coming to take a look?
Not at all.
Thank you.
It's like a blind, the kind
they use duck hunting.
All the branches
are pushed down.
You lie here, you can see
straight to the main house.
But no one can see you.
All the leaves were
tampered down by something.
Well, could be a deer.
You know?
Comes in here, it lays down,
every once in a while puts
its head through, has a look.
That was my first thought.
Except last time I checked,
deer don't drink this.
[Wainwright] When I was a baby,
my father went off
to fight in World War II.
He never said much about it
as I was growing up.
He was in the Navy.
The only thing he ever said was,
"The guys in the infantry
had it a lot harder than me."
But I know that he saw
combat, saw people die,
and I asked him
one time, I said,
"Dad, how did you handle that?
How does anybody handle
that kind of thing?"
And I never forgot what he said.
"Throw up on your boots,
crap in your pants.
No disgrace, just do your job,
and don't let the people
around you down."
That's quite the statement,
isn't it, sir?
That's who they were.
[somber music playing]
For me...
For me,
that's what this book
is supposed to be about.
That's what my life
was supposed to be about.
"Do your job,
and don't let the people
around you down."
That's who I
always tried to be.
[Rachel] I have to say, uh, sir,
I was a little surprised when
you asked to work with me.
I presume you've seen
my pieces in the Post
over the years.
Well, I haven't exactly
been kind to you, have I?
I got to know you
a little bit with Elliot.
Not that we'll go in that,
you know, into that.
That's your business. But, uh,
I saw who you were, I think.
And I didn't want
someone whose, uh,
whose focus was
to make me look good.
You have a sharp mind.
You'll challenge me.
You'll ask the hard questions,
and maybe, with that influence,
we'll come to something
that is closer to the truth
and, uh, have a value
into the future.
That was... that was
my reasoning.
It wasn't an idle decision,
I'll tell you.
I'm-I'm not gonna shoot you.
I should hope not.
It was my father's.
Is that a young Eleanor?
She was always very
considerate with the people,
and always smiling.
[Wainwright] "Always be
positive," she used to say.
"Always be positive.
Nobody likes negativity."
Yeah, that's the way
she was. My true love.
[ominous music playing]
[Cahill clears throat]
Agent Cahill.
What can I do for you?
We're investigating
the possibility of an intruder.
We found this in the tree line
behind the main house.
Just wondering what
you can tell us about it.
Yeah, Uncle Bill?
He's my sister's idiot son.
Let me take care of this, okay?
[Cahill] You know
I love you, Bill,
but let's keep
the grounds clean.
Thank you.
[Bill sighs]
[slams table]
[can hissing]
[Wainwright] I've taken a shot
at about 30 chapters.
There's a lot of stuff
in there you won't need,
but you'll take
a look at it.
We'll see each other
in a couple of days.
Truce. [chuckles]
Sir. Rachel.
Well, I have, um,
more than enough.
I have everything I need.
Agent Malone
has very kindly offered
to give me a tour,
so I shouldn't keep him waiting.
So I will mull
this lot over.
I will see you in a few days,
Mr. President.
Drive safe.
Thank you.
So, what'd you find? Anything?
Honestly, sir,
um, not much.
Discarded can
of some energy drink.
Energy drink?
That's all you found?
I'm not sure.
There was an area.
A depression in the ground.
Perhaps it was made by a human.
But it could just as easily
have been made by a deer.
I'm not imagining this.
I'm not saying you are, sir.
But you're thinking it!
Everybody's thinking it!
Everybody. Jasper,
Malone, Cahill.
All the people around me
have been looking at me
like I'm losing it.
I don't think that's true.
Don't tell me what's true!
I know what I see.
I know what I feel.
I know somebody's out there,
somebody's out to get me,
and I'm not paranoid, I'm right!
Or maybe someone's
trying to drug me.
[fire crackling]
Goodnight, Elliot.
Are you all right, sir?
Goodnight, sir.
[cheerful music playing]
Oh, you're the one working
with that war criminal?
Excuse me?
Oh, you know what
I'm talking about.
Robert Douglas Wainwright,
war criminal.
See, this is a small town,
and people talk, and...
everyone knows why you're here.
Are you... quite finished?
Because I'd like to get
back to my dinner.
He is a war criminal,
and you are carrying his water.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
[clears throat]
Your boy, uh,
still seems to inspire
an awful lot of emotion.
He's not my boy.
He's my patient.
I was hoping
I might find you here.
Well, it's either
this place or the Bypass,
and I recall what you used
to say about the Bypass.
That it passes one by.
It passes one by.
So, the usual?
May I have a menu?
Stop the press.
My fellow Americans,
when I was first elected,
my predecessor left a note
in the Resolute desk
wishing me good luck.
In that note, he mentioned
that the White House
can be a very lonely place,
even though
it's full of people.
It took me a while
to fully comprehend
what he was talking about,
but tonight, I understand.
Tonight, we mourn
those we lost,
members of the armed forces
either killed or wounded,
civilians caught in the middle
of a war they didn't ask for.
Any loss of American life
is tragic,
especially when,
through the lens of hindsight,
we believe that that tragedy
could have been avoided.
Now, the people we sent
into harm's way,
that I sent into harm's way,
deserve answers.
Everyone knows these decisions
aren't made hastily
or without the understanding
of how it impacts
the families of those
who serve, and we will,
we will investigate
any intelligence failures.
But ultimately,
the buck stops with me.
Mr. President!
We'll talk about this later.
Mr. President, sir!
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
[crowd clamoring]
[clamoring fades]
[somber music playing]
[Rachel] I have to say,
your boy,
he's very disarming.
Stop with that. He's not
my boy, he's my patient.
And he can be
very charming, yes.
Albeit ruthless.
Goes without saying.
You know, he was president.
Can I ask you something?
What's going on
with the old man?
Why are you back?
You know
I can't talk about it.
Oh, come on, Elliot.
It's not like I'm asking you
to betray a confidence.
I just want to know why
the old man wants you back.
I'm about to spend a year
of my life working with him,
and I think I have
a right to know.
Would you ever
give up a source?
Absolutely not.
It's exactly the same thing.
Is it?
And you know it. Yes, it is.
I'm a clinical psychologist,
and you know
I can't talk about it.
As I said, I'm not
exactly asking you
to betray a confidence.
[laughing] That's exactly
what you're doing.
It's... not-ish.
Listen, Rachel.
After we, um...
After we split up, I...
I realized that you
were right about me.
How focused on my work I was,
how much I was taking it home,
how much it got in the way,
you were right
about all of it.
But I'm right about this.
You may very well
be right about this,
but you are still an asshole.
Goodnight, dear.
How... how is this my fault?
[vape hissing]
[car honking]
[ominous music playing]
You're blocking my way.
That's 'cause
you're leaving too soon.
Too soon for?
Too soon to talk to me.
Does that generally work
for you?
It always does.
Well, I'm asking you to move.
[Elliot] Hey.
Who the fuck are you?
That's a nice car.
[camera snapping]
It's beautiful.
How about I shove
that phone up your ass?
Well, that'd be assault.
When I was younger, I might've
considered fighting you,
but let's think about it.
Your license plate's
already in the cloud,
so after you're arrested,
and you will be arrested,
after you're done dealing with
the sizable legal fees and fines
and the very real possibility
of jail,
after all that, well,
we'll just be getting started,
because you sure as shit
can't afford my lawyer,
and when she's done,
all you'll be doing
with this beautiful muscle car
is waving to it as I drive by.
[ominous music continues]
[car door opens]
[door closes]
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
My hero.
Yep, I have my moments.
Listen, Rachel, I...
I don't want to fight
every time we see each other.
Really? Because
it's so much fun.
Not for me.
Me either.
[gentle music playing]
Would you like to come back
to my place for a nightcap?
And we can...
discuss the terms of our...
So, let's... no, let me
just get this straight.
So you're actually
telling me that you think
that you could have taken
that guy on?
Who was actually quite huge.
Could have had...
Could have had a knife.
Could have had...
Could have had a gun, Elliot.
He's the kind of bully
that as soon as he's challenged,
he backs down.
Oh, really?
I was sure he wasn't
gonna hit me or shoot me.
You were sure?
Well... [laughs]
Pretty sure. [laughs]
More or less.
you were very brave...
[Elliot laughs]
...if a little mad.
[Wainwright] Tonight, we have
decided to take military action
in the country of Astovia.
Any loss of American life
is tragic.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
We believe that that tragedy
could have been avoided.
Now, the people we sent into
harm's way deserve answers.
Everyone knows these decisions
aren't made hastily
or without the understanding
of how it impacts
the families
of those who serve,
and we will,
we will investigate
any intelligence failures,
but ultimately...
When I was first elected,
my predecessor
left a note
in the Resolute desk.
Air and ground forces
are already taking action.
In that note, he mentioned
that the White House can be
a very lonely place,
even though
it's full of people.
[speeches echoing
and overlapping]
I understand. God bless us all.
I understand.
And God bless
the United States of America.
[gun fires]
[whispers] Fuck.
This is a nice place.
Isn't it?
What are you paying?
I have absolutely no idea.
Publisher found it.
It was part of the bait
to persuade me
to give up my life for
a whole year for this project.
One of the many
selling points that...
just might have tipped
the scale.
[romantic music playing]
Can I get you another?
No, no, I have to drive.
Well, you don't have to...
If you don't want to.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing continues]
Sir, are you okay?
No, no, that's not a problem.
I'll be there soon.
Well, maybe you do
have to drive.
[somber music playing]
[door creaking]
He's in the kitchen.
Thank you.
Elliot, I appreciate
you coming. Thank you.
[coffee pouring]
So what did he look like?
Can you describe him to me?
Well, he was wearing camouflage
and an orange vest,
just like any one
of a thousand hunters
in this neck of the woods.
What about his face?
[Wainwright] I can't see it.
I can never see it.
What does that mean?
We need to look
at the dreams as a whole.
You said they began
when you first heard
the WikiLeaks rumor.
Did I say that?
Yes, that's right.
And many of your dreams
involve Astovia.
Tonight, you were
in Astovia, being hunted.
[Wainwright] It's like
the past is hunting me.
[Elliot] Yes. Keep going.
[Wainwright] And since...
Since I have no idea
what's gonna come
out of the leak,
whatever's hunting me
is unknown.
Unknown, or faceless.
Oh, that's right. That's good.
Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.
We need to keep working on this
and get to the root of it.
You're very good at this.
Thank you, Elliot.
We're making progress.
You know, Elliot, I saw
the way you and Rachel
looked at each other
earlier today.
And what did you observe,
Mr. President?
Well, I'll tell you one thing
from this long experience
I've had in life, Doctor.
You stand on the sideline
too long,
the game is gonna be over.
[gravel crunching]
[somber music playing]
[somber music continues]
Hello. Are you okay?
[Rachel] I'm coming over.
Do you know what time it is?
Good morning.
Black, no sugar.
Not that I'm not thrilled to get
a free cup of coffee, but...
what's going on?
[ominous music playing]
I received an email
this morning,
an anonymous one.
May I?
From an encrypted account,
containing a file
that the email said
is gonna drop
in the next 48 hours.
You'd better sit down.
The sender, whoever they are,
said they picked me because
I'm working with Wainwright.
We may not have uncovered
nukes in Astovia,
but we sure as hell
implemented a regime change.
General Rodinov.
Mr. President,
General Rodinov is on the phone.
Okay, I'm gonna have
to take this.
I remember the president
talking to him on the phone.
General Rodinov!
According to this,
it was a multinational,
the Burton Group, that persuaded
Wainwright to back Rodinov.
Once he was in, the general
invited said Burton Group
to run the country's
oil infrastructure.
They made billions.
As did the general,
who's not a noted
human rights activist.
Says here, four people
on the Burton board
are friends of Wainwright.
It doesn't look good, Elliot.
You need to warn him
this is coming.
I've sent a copy
of the file to your email.
Why aren't you
breaking this story?
Because despite our
differing political opinions,
I was actually starting
to like the man.
Enjoy your coffee.
I'll see myself out.
Rachel, last night--
You know, last night...
[tender music playing]
I'm gonna go.
[birds chirping]
[Malone] Morning, sir.
Morning, fellas.
Mr. President.
Lovely day today, isn't it?
Yes, indeed.
[somber music playing]
Good morning.
Here we go, little breakfast.
Good morning.
Hey, did you think I forgot you?
Did you think
I forgot you? Here.
Not a chance.
Oh, what a beautiful day.
What a day.
[ominous music playing]
[horse whinnying]
The fuck is he going?
What's going on?
[Malone] Big Duke's gone
off the reservation.
[intense music playing]
Get the quad. Go, go!
[engine revving]
[ominous music playing]
Hold it right there,
son of a bitch!
[gun fires]
[horse whinnying]
[Wainwright groans]
[groans softly]
[engine rumbling]
Secure the ridge line.
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[horse galloping]
[horse whinnying]
Mr. President!
[ominous music playing]
What's this?
Sir. Sir, you all right?
Did you see him?
He was right there!
[Wainwright groans]
[Malone] You okay?
I fell off my damn horse.
All right.
Let's get you up.
[Cahill] All right,
let's get a doctor up here.
We'll take a look at--
Don't worry about it.
Just go find him.
Find the son of a bitch.
Give me the gun.
[Barnes] I was just
about to call you.
What happened?
It's bad.
It's about to get a lot worse.
What are you talking about?
I forwarded you an email
that Rachel Donnelly
received this morning.
It's a copy of a leak.
I'm warning you,
you're not gonna like it.
I'll go check on the president.
[somber music playing]
[Wainwright] Thanks, Doc.
[knocking softly]
Hello, sir.
Abraham Lincoln
had a close friend,
a man named Ward Hill Lamon.
Lincoln trusted him,
confided in him.
May I?
Are you listening to me?
Yes, I am.
So, Lincoln told Lamon that
he was having these dreams.
He claimed that he saw
his own death,
people weeping over his casket
after he'd been shot.
President Lincoln had dreams.
I'm having dreams.
Everyone has dreams.
Not like me.
Not like this, Elliot.
I heard you had
a rough day today, sir.
I saw him.
Saw who?
Who do you think?
The son of a bitch
who's been watching me.
He was up there.
I was in the barn.
I saw some movement
beyond the tree line.
Did you go try to find him?
Yes, I did, and I saw him.
He was there.
But his back was to me,
and then he disappeared
into the forest.
[Wainwright sighs]
You don't believe me, do you?
I found this in the forest.
Meal, Ready-to-Eat, right? See?
Look into it for me, will you?
All right. Perhaps this
isn't the best time, sir,
but I have to tell you,
the WikiLeaks story
is gonna break in the next day
or so, and it's bad.
Mr. Barnes has the details.
I don't care.
Are you recording this?
Because I want...
I want a record of this.
I want people to know that I
knew what he was going through,
and it was similar to me,
just in case something
happens to me.
[inhales deeply]
[birds chirping]
Tonight, we've decided
to take military action
in the country of Astovia.
A preemptive strike based
on intelligence reports...
[general] The time
for diplomacy is over.
We need an answer, now.
Do it.
Any loss of American life
is tragic.
[general] The reports
suggest that the lab
in these photographs
will be fully operational.
We believe that that tragedy
could have been avoided.
Now, the people we sent into
harm's way deserve answers.
Everyone knows
these decisions aren't made
hastily or without
the understanding
of how it impacts the families
of those who serve.
Could have been avoided.
Now, the people we sent
into harm's way,
that I sent into harm's way,
deserve answers.
Everyone knows these decisions
aren't made hastily...
A preemptive strike.
This rogue state
is on the verge
of developing
nuclear capability.
Air and ground forces
are already taking action.
God bless us all and God bless
the United States of America.
[crickets chirping]
There's this thing
called the telephone.
I'm sorry, Elliot.
He insisted.
[dog barking]
[door closes]
You all right?
Another dream?
Worst one yet.
What happened?
I know his face
was horrible, terrifying.
How so?
I don't know.
I saw his face. I know I did.
But I can't remember it now.
Why can't I remember it now?
It was a dream. Have patience.
It'll all come
to you eventually.
Mr. Barnes talked to you
about the WikiLeaks file
Rachel received?
Just that it's bad.
Maybe that's the trigger
for this particular dream.
[exhales] I...
I know how I sound.
That's it. That's it.
[door opens]
[door closes]
You need to take him home
and put him to bed.
He has some sleeping pills.
He can take one, but he
can't have any alcohol with it.
Somebody has to
make sure of that.
He gave me this.
He said he found it
in the forest
when he fell off his horse.
You should've given this to me
as soon as the president
gave it to you.
I know. He asked me
to keep it quiet. I'm sorry.
I get it, but in the future,
if he gives you anything,
tells you anything,
you have to come to me.
It's like someone's
trying to drive him nuts
with the threat
of this WikiLeaks thing.
That file you gave
Mr. Barnes,
the one with
the classified memo,
where'd your wife get it?
My ex-wife.
Where'd she get that?
It was encrypted,
and even if it wasn't,
she wouldn't tell you.
Are you in any way suggesting
Rachel had something
to do with this?
I'm not suggesting anything.
It's just, since the
WikiLeaks thing started,
he's been losing it.
Rachel never liked the president
when he was in office,
and now, all of a sudden,
she shows up with a memo.
At the very least,
it's something to think about.
I'll look into this tomorrow.
Yeah, and I'll come by
and check on him.
Thanks, Elliot.
[somber music playing]
[engine starting]
[somber music continues]
Good morning!
[Cahill] Hey.
Oh, good morning.
[Cahill] Morning.
How's our man today?
Uh, he seems
to be doing better.
He's been up and about,
but he's resting now.
That's good. He needs that.
I'll check on him later.
Have you managed to look
into the president's find?
Oh, the MRE?
We need to keep him
at ease.
I did. Uh,
it turns out Jimmy,
the idiot nephew,
he likes to pretend
he's an Army man,
and he eats them for lunch.
Uh, if-if you don't mind,
would you mind
keeping this quiet?
Bill's a friend of mine, uh,
and he... he needs the job.
Yes, okay.
Thank you.
I'll see you later.
You bet.
[somber music playing]
So no field rations
for lunch today, Jimmy?
Hmm, what?
MRE? You mean like Army shit?
Why would I eat that crap
when I can have real food?
What's wrong?
So no Army shit for you?
Dude, if my mom
didn't make me take this job,
I'd grow my hair
down to my ass
and smoke weed all day long,
you know? [laughs]
I gotta take a piss test
just to cut the fucking grass.
Oh, I see.
So, uh, be seeing you.
You take care, Jimmy.
[trash rustling]
I don't know exactly
what's going on,
but it doesn't add up.
The president is right.
There's definitely somebody
out in those woods.
How could he possibly know?
He can feel it.
It's an instinct left over
from when we were prey
to the animals
that wanted to eat us.
You ever feel like you were
being watched across the room,
and, boom,
somebody's staring at you?
That's exactly what
the president's been feeling.
It indicates
something much deeper.
But for weeks now,
somebody's been watching him.
His dreams have been trying
to process it.
But how can they possibly
get past all that security?
I don't know.
I've toured the compound.
The command post is littered
with security staff.
Motion sensors,
security cameras.
Maybe it's somebody
who knows the blind spots.
You know, during my tour,
Agent Malone told me that
those cameras are on 24/7
and those hard drives
are always backed up.
I'm not gonna like this, am I?
Probably not.
We should get over there
and copy those drives.
[dramatic music playing]
[Cahill] That's what
we want to see.
Pass the ball,
pass the ball. Come on.
[indistinct commentary on TV]
Up, up, up, up! Boom, boom!
Keep it up.
[announcer] Now this game
is quite different
than what it was last week ...
Hello, boys.
Mrs. Donnelly.
Call me Rachel.
What can we do
for you, Rachel?
I, um, just wanted to snap
a couple of pictures,
some informal stuff
for the book.
You too, Nathan.
You know I hate having
my pictures taken, Rachel.
I mean, I'll do it.
I will, for you.
All right, okay.
After you.
Thank you.
[tense music playing]
[Rachel] All right,
how about over here?
All right, guys, this is
your Blue Steel moment.
[Cahill] Uh, like that?
[camera shutter clicking]
[machine beeping]
[mouse clicking]
[computer beeping]
[Rachel] Absolutely perfect,
how about, um,
a little security agent, uh,
radio, CIA...
You want to move over? No,
wait, wait, hold, hold, hold.
Arms around each other.
A little Band of Brothers
moment, if you will.
Love it. Coming in tighter.
Okay, a little profile.
A little jawline.
Absolutely beautiful,
guys. Okay.
Got it?
I think we got it. Got it.
Thank you.
Thanks, Rachel.
Absolute... diamonds.
[inaudible dialogue]
[melancholy music playing]
Think they're getting
back together?
I hope so.
They seem happy.
The president said this started
about a month ago.
I've done a file search
back about five weeks.
Think I found something
of interest. Look at this.
So there's Cahill.
7:27 a.m.
The man is punctual.
All right, now look at this.
[Elliot] There's a gap
in the recording.
[Rachel] Strange, right?
I mean, there must be
some kind of explanation.
Not a good one.
None of these backups
are supposed to get edited.
[Rachel] Well, then,
someone's tampered with this.
Who do we get this to?
Nathan Malone.
You trust him?
Yes, completely.
He's on duty tonight.
Not Cahill.
[birds chirping]
Hey, Nate, it's Cahill.
You with Big Duke?
[Malone] Roger that.
Oh, good. I'm gonna head up
to the forest
and check on something. Expect
to hear back from me in 20.
[Malone] Copy.
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music continues]
[ominous music continues]
[gun cocking]
[music intensifying]
[music fades]
[gun cocking]
[man] What the fuck
you doing here?
Wanna put that thing away,
[ominous music continues]
You want some?
No, I don't.
I want you to start acting
like a professional.
The fuck does that mean?
You want to tell me
what this is, hmm?
I was hungry.
Oh, and we found a can
right by the house.
Police your fucking area.
So what? Somebody found a can.
Who'd they show it to? You.
And you investigated it,
and it was all good.
What happened yesterday?
You had the old man
right where we wanted him.
Why didn't you take him out?
Because I could hear
you guys shouting.
The whole point of this
was to make it look
like a suicide, remember?
I can't keep covering up
for you forever.
It's time to put the old man
to rest. It's like you said.
He deserves it for what
he did to this country.
Figure out how to get
this guy into the woods
without anybody else knowing.
I'll take care of the rest.
[metal clinking]
[crickets chirping]
[fire crackling]
[glass clinks]
Why'd you have
to leave me so soon?
[somber music playing]
Well, you got the best of me.
I'm falling apart here now.
Talk to me, sweetie.
You know, when I get very quiet,
I try to talk to you.
I listen,
and all I hear is
your little jokes.
Remember the Three Stooges joke
you told me
when we first met?
Yeah, I think that's why
I fell for you.
Yeah, be positive.
How do I do that?
Maybe I just keep
talking to you.
I miss you so much.
[Rachel] That's odd.
[Elliot] Where's security?
You get the president,
I'll find Malone,
and I'll see you soon.
[knocking on door]
Mr. President, sir.
What are you doing here?
I don't have time to explain
but your life
might be in danger.
So it's real, is it?
[ominous music playing]
Why is it so quiet this evening?
Where are all the staff?
There's a big playoff game
at the school.
We gave some people
the night off.
[ominous music continues]
Elliot said that
we need to find
the most secure place
in the house.
Where is Elliot?
He's gone to find
Agent Malone.
May I?
Nathan's not on duty
tonight. Cahill is.
The line's been cut.
[door opens]
[blows thudding]
I keep this
for my grandkids.
[electricity buzzing]
[ominous music continues]
This was my wife's.
I really wouldn't know
how to use this, sir.
You just point and shoot.
Put it away for now.
If the time comes,
you'll know what to do.
[Elliot grunting]
[Elliot panting]
[handcuffs clicking]
You shouldn't have
come here, Elliot.
It's something, ain't it?
Fucking amazing
what a fire can do.
We-we figured he'd kill
himself in the barn.
Yeah, well, it's fucked now.
Come here. Come here!
What are you doing, Brett?
You're Secret Service!
Get in there. Get in.
[Elliot groans]
All right. It's plan B.
We kill Wainwright.
But now it's the act of
this deranged fucking lunatic.
A disgruntled ex-employee
who lost his marriage
and his fast-track career.
Maybe the ex-wife media bitch
put the thought in his head
that they could get
back together
if they mind-fuck Wainwright--
[gun fires]
You think I'm stupid?
You were never
gonna let me live.
As soon as I did my job,
you were gonna take me down.
Am I right?
If we make it look
like a suicide,
then you bury me
in an unmarked grave.
If that fails, you kill me,
I take the fall,
and you look like some hero.
Fuck you! Fuck you!
[gun firing]
[dramatic music playing]
[gun firing]
[handle jiggling]
[keys jingling]
[car beeping]
[door thuds]
[gun fires]
Oh, that fucking hurts!
Get back, get back.
Oh, it's supposed to hurt.
Try getting turned into a French
fry. See how you like that.
See how it feels when
the guy who sent you
after some bullshit
fake nuke walks in
and hands you some
dumb fucking medal.
You were in Astovia,
on the mission.
That's right,
they took my body
and gave me...
gave me this fucking face.
[Elliot] He talked about going
to the VA hospital,
seeing the soldiers
who were wounded.
He didn't see me.
Not my face, anyhow.
You're the faceless hunter.
I'm Terry fucking Magnuson!
And when this is done, people
are going to know that name!
Terry, Terry, yes.
You head shrink fucks.
You think you know everything.
I can help you.
I was in the hospital
for over a year,
and when I got out,
psychiatrists tried
to put me back together.
But the one thing I wanted
was the one fucking thing
they couldn't give me, my face.
[gun fires]
[coughing, laughing]
Now, that fucking hurts.
[gun fires]
[gun cocks, shell clatters]
[Elliot groaning]
Jesus, Elliot!
You've been shot!
Oh my God, are you all right?
You're not gonna blame me
for this, are you?
Don't be ridiculous.
You have a bullet in your leg.
How is this my fault?
[Rachel and Elliot panting]
[Rachel] You're all right,
you're all right,
you're all right.
[somber music playing]
I'm sorry.
Keep the pressure on that.
There's an artery there.
[Elliot groaning]
You're all right,
you're all right.
Oh my God.
Jasper, what are
you doing here?
I got another email, sir.
I came to talk to you about it.
What the hell is going on?
I heard gunshots!
There's no time.
We've got to get help.
I called the police when I
heard the shots driving up.
They should be here soon.
[Rachel] You called the police?
That's odd, given the scrambler
that blocks all signal
on the compound,
isn't it?
[ominous music playing]
[exhales, chuckles]
Jasper, what are you doing?
I-I... I don't understand.
Of course you don't,
because you're a decaying,
senile old fuck!
Why don't you tell him
what this is about?
Whose idea was it
to back Rodinov?
General Rodinov
is on the phone,
and we have to have
wheels up in 15 minutes.
General Rodinov!
And who brought in
the Burton Group?
[Barnes] Sir, Rodinov
is someone we can trust.
Jasper did. Jasper did.
I was dealing with
the mission failure,
and I trusted you, Jasper,
to look after things.
[Rachel] So with
the president dead,
once the leak dropped,
no one will know your part
in this, is that correct?
I just needed the president
dead before this came out.
You needed to be
dead and disgraced,
which is exactly
what you deserve.
Drop the weapon, Jasper.
I don't think so.
You see, I'm-I'm
counting on the fact
that you don't want
anyone else to die.
You don't want any more blood
on your hands,
because you never dealt
with it very well last time,
and you certainly don't want
to see her brains right now!
So drop your fucking weapon!
My finger is on the trigger!
No one is coming to save you.
How much did they pay you?
More than you
could ever dream.
But not nearly enough...
to make up for what you did
to my daughter.
What did I do
to your daughter?
All these years,
you've told me she was fine,
that she sends her love,
she's... she's getting her PhD.
I ask you about her
every time I see you.
You ask about her?
Did you ever come
and see her, huh?
To see what you did to her?
[Barnes] Let's try
diplomacy first.
People whose daughters
are in the conflict zone
should not be involved
in this kind of conversation.
She's one of hundreds
of Americans
trapped in the country.
She hasn't come out
of her room in years!
I didn't do this for the money.
I did it for revenge.
[gun fires]
Drop it, Jasper.
[pained groan]
I should've done more
than just ask after Jenny.
I should've gone to see her.
I should've...
I should've checked
on her personally.
But Eleanor died,
and I was pretty shaken
for quite a time.
For what it's worth,
I truly am sorry.
I can't.
[music intensifies]
[gun fires]
[melancholy music playing]
I'm calling an ambulance.
There's a satellite phone
in the shed.
Keep pressure on that.
[breathing shakily]
[tender music playing]
You die,
and I will never forgive you.
[man] Evans had the log.
Smith, go ahead and collect
all those materials.
Officer Kelly.
[siren wails]
Prep the IV.
[indistinct chatter]
He's gonna be
all right, ma'am.
He's stable.
We'll give you a minute.
You know, you could have got
yourself killed.
Are you actually mad at me?
When I was nine years old,
I fell out of a tree
and got a concussion.
My mother was so scared,
she yelled at me.
I have a lot of my mother in me.
You never told me that story.
There's a lot of stories
that I haven't told you, yet.
[gentle music playing]
I owe you an apology.
An apology for what?
For doubting you.
Are you kidding me?
You're the only one
I could turn to.
I leaned on you all the way,
and you got me through this.
Thank you, Elliot.
You're welcome.
I think I understand now.
What's that?
"Do your job properly,
and don't let the people
around you down."
When the time came,
you didn't let anyone down.
Thank you, sir.
Right, we better get this one
to hospital. Shall we?
Let's go, fellas.
Come on, chaps.
I'll see you both there soon.
You don't let the people
around you down.
[Malone] You okay, sir?
Am I okay?
Yes, Nathan.
I'm fine.
[dramatic music playing]
[siren blaring]
[dramatic music continues]
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music continues]
[somber music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[somber music playing]
[music fades]