The Beast (2026) Movie Script
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- The door, get the door!
The door, the door!
Get the door!
Fuck the door. Get down, get down!
Vehicle perimeter sealed.
- How bad are you hit?
- Oh shit. Mr. President.
Are you okay? You hit?
- I'm all right, don't worry about me.
- I need to secure you.
I need to make sure that-
- You need to sit back.
You've been hit. All right?
I'm usually sittin' back
there where you are.
I've never driven this thing.
- You're not really to
be the one driving, sir.
- Yeah, well, it didn't work out that way.
- I need to-
- You need to sit back like I told you.
I need you to breathe for
me, son, okay? Breathe.
Uh, Craig, right?
No, no, no, no, I saw Craig go down.
You're, um...
- Taft, sir. Sir, I'm a-
- Taft, Taft, Taft.
That's right, Taft.
Look, Taft, let's check
out your wound, okay?
Inspect it and assess the severity of it.
- Wound, sir, it's in my shoulder.
But sir, are you hit?
- No, no, I just told you I am fine.
Let's get you sorted, all right?
So what do you need?
- Med kit's supposed to be around here.
- Med kit, it should be
under the seat back there.
All right? You need help locating it?
- No, no, no, sir. I can reach it.
- Hang on.
How do I answer these guys?
You know how to work this thing?
- I can point it out to you.
- Don't move! You'll
just make yourself worse.
Talk me through it.
- It's the second underneath the wheel.
- Ah, I got it.
You just locate that kit, all right?
- Do you copy, Stagecoach?
Repeat, is the principal on board?
- Yeah, it's me!
- Identification, please.
- It's me, Paladin.
- Paladin,
please confirm identity.
- It's me, Paladin, Oscar, the President.
- Please provide
identity clearance number, Paladin.
- Identity number? That I said it's...
I don't have my ID card on me.
It's at the White House.
- Sir.
- Hang on.
- Sir, it looks like we've
regained backup, sir.
- This is
imperative protocol, Paladin.
We need to establish integrity.
- It's Paladin.
Who am I talking to?
- We cannot proceed
without confirming your identity, sir.
- Listen to me. We were attacked.
There are people dead.
I'm behind the wheel,
there's a man bleeding out
behind me on the back seat.
I think my current situation
supersedes any protocol.
You got that?
Now, tell me what I need to do.
Stop wasting my time.
Oh, for Christ's sake. Fuck me.
Butter pecan. It's my
favourite ice cream, okay?
Rosa's is vanilla.
My favourite is butter pecan
from that place in Portland.
There are four pints of it in
the refrigerator right now.
There's a Colson Whitehead novel
that I just finished reading.
Should be on the desk in the Oval Office.
My loafers, my most comfortable loafers
that I wear when I
don't have any meetings,
they're in there.
They're navy blue. What?
- Sir, sir, my apologies.
This is command for Mission Control.
We have you now.
- Is that what I call you, Command?
- Sir, if you
prefer an alternate moniker-
- No, Command is fine.
Command, tell me.
- Sir, sir.
- I need some guidance.
- Sir, we have you. We got you.
I need you to maintain your
direction of speed and travel.
Okay, you are en route to Argo 1.
You are approximately 10 minutes out.
- Is Rosa there already?
- Sir, FLOTUS is presently
at the Hotel Continental.
She is awaiting extraction.
We are in the process of
scheduling that extraction now.
- What's that mean?
- Sir, we are
currently awaiting clearance
to move her.
- What does that mean?
What's happening there?
- Currently unknown.
- You don't know?
- We don't know for certain.
- Well, what do you know?
- There have been
reports of hostile movement-
- At the hotel? What?
- All over the city of Madrid.
- What in the hell
is going on out there?
Who is attacking us?
- We don't know.
- You don't know?
- We don't know for certain, sir
- Well, what can you
tell me with a certainty?
- Intel is
scattershot at the moment.
All we know is that there
was a formidable assault
all of a sudden.
- No shit.
- Its full scope and
intricacy is not yet known,
but it was extremely methodical,
purposeful, and lethal.
- For what?
- Sir?
- What purpose?
- It appears that
it was a categorical attack
on the American president.
- Really?
- Yes, sir.
However, there are numerous
incoming reports and chatters
- Fuck.
- suggesting that it was-
- Hang on, hang on, hang on.
Hey, what's going on back there?
You locate that kit?
- I got it right here, sir.
- All right, you know what to do
or you need help from me?
- It's, uh, it's fine, fine, sir.
I just need a minute.
- It's all right.
You take your time.
- But my side's going numb.
- You heard the man.
We're going to be at Argo 1 in 10 minutes.
- Okay.
- No, less than that.
What's our ETA?
- T-minus seven minutes.
- You hear that?
Seven minutes, you're gonna
to be hopped up on morphine,
they're gonna be fixin' you up.
- I'm hangin' in there, sir.
- T-minus seven and counting.
I'm here with you.
All right, tell me. How
do you feel right now?
- Like hammered shit, sir.
Sorry, sir.
- Ah, don't apologise, you're hurtin'.
You know, it's okay.
It's okay, you're in
pain. You feelin' pain?
- That's affirmative,
sir. Like a motherfucker.
- Good! Good.
As long as you're feelin' pain,
you're not going hypovolemic
on me, all right?
That is good.
Look, just keep pressure on that wound.
It doesn't matter if it soaks through.
- It, it, it, it's soakin' through, sir.
It's soaked.
- Well, don't pay attention
to that, just keep pressin' it, okay?
- Fuckin' soaked.
Should I keep it elevated or
somethin' to stop the flow?
'Cause it's just fuckin' flowin'.
- No, no, no, you can't keep it elevated.
We can't do that now.
Just stop thinkin' about
it, and do not look at it.
Do not look at the wound!
- Fuck, it's a lotta blood.
- Eyes on me!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Taft, eyes on me!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!
- Sir, right now you
are engaged in a direct fire!
Direct hit.
- Fuck!
Get out, sir.
I need you to get out of here.
- Taft. Taft?
Taft!
No!
- Do not stay stationary, sir.
You must stay on course and keep moving
while they attempt diversion.
- I'm going. I'm movin'.
Fuck!
- Where am I?
- You're in the car with me, Taft.
- Isn't happening.
- Taft, Taft, Taft.
- You're going
the wrong way, sir.
Please revert to the designated route.
- The designated route is compromised.
- Shift
course, sir, immediately.
You should be heading eastward.
- East? Shit, I'm all turned around.
- You're currently facing north.
- All right, all right, just
tell me which way to go.
Left or right?
Just say left or right.
- Right, sir.
- Right.
- Go right!
Next right, sir.
- I just made a right. Make another one?
- Yes, sir. Go right.
- Another right.
- Another right.
Right, sir. Go right.
- Oh shit.
They're fuckin' everywhere.
You seein' this?
- Yeah, I am.
What in the hell?
What the...
- Sir.
- Jesus Christ.
Command?
- Mr. President.
- Get us out of here right now.
- Sir, maintain
direction and proceed.
- Fuckin' civilians
- No, I can't.
- everywhere.
- No, I can't do that.
- Just keep moving forward, sir.
You cannot veer off course.
- No, goddamn it,
there are people out here!
People, women, children.
- Mr. President, sir,
this is the quickest and safest route.
- No, it's not safe for them!
- I understand, sir.
With the advance party,
they assessed all the
viable routes pre-arrival
and designated this area as
the quickest and safest option.
- No!
- Look out, look out, look out!
- Sir.
- No!
- You are
diverting off track, sir.
Please, please revert to
the designated safe route.
- I see an industrial lot
about two blocks north.
- That route
has not been cleared.
- Well, that's where I'm headed.
- Sir, you are
absolutely not to divert off track.
- I beg your pardon?
- You are the priority now.
- Is that an order?
- Direction, sir.
Your security detail-
- My security is bleeding
out in the backseat.
- We are fully
responsible for your life, sir,
for directing you towards
the proper decisions.
- Oh, decisions
that you're making.
- It's standard protocol, sir.
- There is no standard protocol anymore.
Nothing about this shit is standard.
- You are
heading away from Argo 1
into possibly hostile terrain.
- Look, I'm the one driving this thing
and I am not going to drive
through or over any civilian.
- Please revert to
the designated safe route.
- What part of no do you not understand?
Listen, Command, I'm in
a fucked up situation
and I know it's a fucked up situation,
so I don't need you telling
me how fucked up it is.
What I need to hear
are some contingencies.
- What the hell was that?
- I don't know, but it was close.
- Sir.
- Yeah, too close.
- Sir.
- Command?
- All viable routes
have just been rendered impractical.
- Whoa.
- What, what?
- That is a real
time development, sir.
All 28 of the scattered
routes were just compromised
via vehicular detonations.
- What, they know of our
exit scenarios?
- How's that even possible?
- Sir, they appear
to have acute knowledge
of our entire tactical playbook.
- Meaning?
- That there is
no longer a safe route back.
- So what am I supposed to do now?
- You are currently
heading out of the city, sir,
completely exposed,
and will most likely
be going through a kill zone.
- No shit.
- 90% probability.
- Oh shit.
- But we will manoeuvre
you around any obstacles-
- Command, you didn't see this coming?
- No, sir.
- How did you not see this coming?
- We did not spot them, sir.
- You didn't spot...
- Sir.
- $924 billion!
That's how much I inflated
the Defence budget by.
That's over half of the
federal discretionary spending.
Congress pitched a bitch,
but I pushed it through
because I thought it was essential.
Also, you could not spot the bad guy?
- The attack's been unfolding
on multiple fronts, sir.
We, we've simply never seen an offence
of such epic proportions.
We have been overwhelmed.
- So what, what would
you say your odds are?
- Sir?
- Your odds of success going forward?
- Sir, I do not
have a percentage probability.
- Yeah, that's what I thought.
Aw, shit. Taft?
- Hangin' on.
- Taft, you all right back there?
- No, where are those F-22s?
- What? I can't hear you.
- The Raptors. What happened
to the fuckin' Raptors?
- Command, what happened
to our air support?
- Our adjoining air bases
were compromised concurrent
with the attack on the summit.
- What?
- How's that even possible?
- The comms were overwhelmed,
diverting half of the squadron,
simultaneously with a bombing
on our US air base in Valencia.
- They bombed Rota?
- They did.
- They, they, they, they, they!
Who the hell is this they,
and what's going on out there?
- We are not certain.
- What?
- We don't know, sir.
We are, we are not-
- Look, I don't wanna hear
anymore goddamn
uncertainty, you understand?
For $924 billion, I want some
ultra infor-fuckin'-mation!
- Sir, there have
been reports of attacks
in Rome, Paris, Rio, Helsinki,
but no known group has been identified.
We are now sifting dozens
of facial ID locks,
but honestly, sir,
it's not making sense.
Matches are IDing divergent groups,
current and former members
of the Shining Path, ELN.
And not just that, we've
got multiple hits on PMCs.
- This is a, a, a coalition,
some kind of private military coalition?
- We are working
on getting these answers,
and meanwhile, air support
has already been deployed
from both US's Vincent and
Nimitz and the entire fleet
is on its way to your
location as of 04:00.
- How long until they get here?
- ETA?
- Within the hour.
- How about Rosa?
What's, what's happening with Rosa?
- Sir FLOTUS is
presently still in her hotel.
- Still at the...
Why isn't she being moved?
- Right now we have determined
that is the safest place for her to be.
- I wanna talk to her.
- A direct link with her detail
is currently being established,
and that will be up momentarily.
But in the meantime, we
need to talk about offence.
- What was that you were saying?
- The Beast has several offensive options,
all of which are lethal.
- Offence. Oh, hang on.
Taft, you got that kit, son?
- Kit, the kit. I had it,
but, and then it fell.
- You're gonna have to find that kit.
Gonna have to fix yourself up
because we're not going
to get to Argo 1 in time.
- Multiple bogeys ahead, sir.
We have to consider them hostiles.
Adjust your course, sir.
Left at this intersection.
- Fuck.
- Left?
- Left.
- Find that kit, son.
Command, about these
offensives, what are they?
Weapons? Where are they?
- There's a biometric scanner
on the console next to you.
Place your palm on it, that will unlock
the full control array.
- IEDs.
This fucking road is covered with IEDs!
- It's a trap, sir, an ambush.
Do not back out of there.
Fuck!
- Vehicular impact.
- How do I access these weapons?
- Palm down on the console, sir.
- It's not working!
- Place it flat down
and give it five seconds, sir.
- Five seconds.
Oh fuck!
- Vehicular impact.
- Five, four, three, two, one.
Still not working.
Structural integrity compromised.
A direct impact will result
in catastrophic damage.
- Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Let's go!
- Shit.
- Let's go.
- Are these guys with us?
- I fuckin' hope so.
- They're
Sabertooth Vipers, sir.
Our guys.
We were just alerted to their engagement.
- Scan accepted.
Activating extended
controls and voice command.
- Oh shit!
It's working. It's working!
It's...
Fucking complicated.
- Uh, sir,
you need to get mobile.
We got a second hostile vehicle
just approaching from the west.
- No, no, no. Copy that.
Headed east.
- We need some firepower, sir.
- Right, right. Um, there
any guns on this thing?
Where are they?
- Would you like
to initiate voice recognition?
- Yes, initiate voice recognition.
- Please repeat
the following sentences.
The pipe began to rust while new.
- The pipe was rustin' while it was new.
- The fuck?
- Exam at Harvard sentences.
Standardised voice test.
- Please
repeat the entire sentence.
- No, come on.
- Incorrect.
Voice activation at 30%.
Would you like to retry?
- No. Look, just chill for a second, okay?
Playing Presidential Playlist,
"Chill Vibes."
- What?
- "Chill Vibes"?
- On the keypad, sir.
The keys are colour coded.
The black ones are assault controls.
- I would rather use voice control.
- It won't
fulfil offensive manoeuvres
unless it's completely activated.
- Bullshit!
- Oh shit.
- Okay, I need something
big. Really, really big.
Activating mini guns.
- Play some metal.
- Okay.
- Play us some metal.
- Playing some metal.
Structural integrity compromised.
- Hold on, Taft.
How do I aim these things?
- You , sir.
- Rear minigun spent.
- Stop the music.
- Sir, if you
can maintain direction
and proceed for another 4.6 miles,
the Vipers will join back up momentarily.
- Made contact with Rosa yet?
- We are, uh, we're
still working on that, sir.
We just learned that the Vice President,
the British Prime Minister,
as well as the Turkish Prime
Minister, they're all dead.
- How many men died today?
- It's too
early for an exact count.
- How many?
- The entire A team, sir,
and most of the contingencies.
Everyone.
- It's not your fault.
It's the job, sir. It's not your fault.
- I don't care that that's the job.
No more men are gonna die for me today.
You got that, Taft?
Stitch yourself up.
- I lost so much blood already.
- The Vipers
are behind you, sir.
- It's crazy.
- They will escort you
to safety.
- It's like I can feel
it happening.
- Gonna be fine.
You're built like a
tight end. Gonna be fine.
Taft? Crust or no crust?
Hey, crust or no crust? Answer me.
Your mother, did she
cut the crust off or no?
- Sir, I don't...
- You're not sure how you
like your sandwiches, son?
- I'm not sure.
- You're not sure?
I'll tell you somebody whose mom
did cut the crust off the sandwiches.
French Prime Minister. Mm-hmm.
I was having lunch with him last year
and I'm sitting across from him.
He ordered a ham and
cheese, oh, beg your pardon.
A croque monsieur.
And when they bring his food,
they sit his sandwich in
front of him, he looks at it,
he looked back up at his server,
and he looked down again at the sandwich,
and back at the server.
And he looks at it again.
He lost his shit.
"I am sorry, monsieur!
I will take this away."
He waved his hand, waved him off and go,
"No, no, no, no. It's okay, it's fine."
And starts cuttin' the crust
off himself.
Taft. Hey, Taft, you still with me?
- Yeah, I'm here.
French, French Prime Minister
doesn't like the crust.
- Doesn't like the crust, right.
You know what I think that is?
- What?
- I think it's kind of a throwback
to his childhood, you know?
Simpler time, you know.
Things were cool, nice.
You know, Mom was taken care of him.
A happier time.
- Like noisy snow.
- Did you say noisy snow?
- You know, when it, when
it crunches underfoot?
I guess that was the happier
time of my childhood.
Winters, Minnesota.
I remember holdin' her hand.
My mother as we scrunch,
scrunched across noisy snow.
And, uh, she had this big smile
every time I looked up at her.
That's what it reminds me of.
Every time I walk on noisy
snow, I think of that.
That big smile.
- Your mom, she, um, is she still-
- She's gone. Cancer
when I was 12.
- Sorry about that.
But when's the last time you heard
some of that noisy ass snow?
- Oh, it's gotta-
Oh shit. Shit, shit.
Shit fuck.
Oh my God, it's just...
- The body holds a gallon and
a half of blood, all right?
- It's just bleeding from the
side, it's just pouring out.
- When did you get shot?
What 20, over 30 minutes ago, right?
- I don't know, maybe.
- That reminds me of Jeffries.
- What?
- Jacob Jeffries.
He was one of the guys in
my infantry unit in Nam.
We were on the Cambodian border in 1970.
He took three, two in
the alimentary canal,
one spleen, pancreatic rupture.
- Oh shit. Sir, uh...
- He was a brazen son of a bitch.
Just bold to a fault.
Jumped in front of a
Browning to save my life.
- Shit.
- Three 50 cal BMG slugs.
One straight through, two to the gut.
- Oh shit.
- Yeah, that kid bled and
bled. He haemorrhaged.
We were out there in the shit. Just us.
No supplies, no nothing.
Just me, Diaz, Eric, Jeffries,
all four of us just out there tryin' to,
just tryin' to save our friend's life.
Three days and three nights
of just blood and bile.
Nobody comin' to help
us. Just us, you know?
It was three days.
But you know, that goes to show you
how long a body can last.
Our blood, you know?
- So, how long until he died?
- Oh no, no, he ain't die.
I'm still goin' to his
grandkids' birthday parties.
One's four, the other
one's six.
Yeah, I missed last year
because I had to go to Libya,
but that motherfucker is
still alive and kicking.
Yeah.
- Sorry to say it, sir, but
pardon me for sayin' this,
but I love it when you
say motherfucker, sir.
It sounds so good when you say it.
- Yeah, it's the
password to all my devices.
- Motherfucker. How do you...?
Motherfucker. It just doesn't
sound the same when I say it.
- You gotta use the the, the, the
and just say, "Muhfucker."
- "Muhfucker."
"Muhfucker."
- Yeah, that's it.
- You were really in it, weren't you, sir?
In the shit?
I always admired that about you.
You know, just, you know,
'cause you lived it.
- How's that wound doin'?
- Which one of 'em?
- Inspect that wound
and see if you can find
some kind of antiseptic for it.
- I don't know if
there's anything in here.
- Well, we're gonna work
with what we got, okay?
- Okay.
- You see it?
- I don't even, I can't read, but fuck it.
Ah.
- No, ah, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
- Fuck, that burns.
- Keep pressure on it.
- Goddamn it.
What's happening out there, sir?
Who are these people?
- I don't think that much matters anymore.
The sky's on fire out there.
We are in the theatre of war.
All that matters is that we get out.
- Fuck, it's just...
- Shit, you keeping
pressure on that thing?
- Fuck. It's just, it's just not stopping.
- I think we're gonna
have to stitch it, okay?
See if you can find somethin' back there
you can do that with.
- I think this is...
- What's that?
- It's like a surgical stapler.
- Hell yeah. Yeah, yeah, use that.
Take a breath. Take a few.
- Okay.
- All right?
Take a deep breath.
Take a few deep breaths.
Come on. Breathe.
Don't rush into it.
- Fuck.
- Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Goddamn it.
Goddamn motherfuckin' cock
suckin' son of a bitch.
- Taft, Taft, Taft, see
that drawer back there?
- The presidential stash?
- Ah yes, that's the good shit back there.
- This is a bad idea.
- Take anything you want.
But don't take the Verona.
That belongs to me and Rosa.
That's our special drink
for special occasions,
but anything else, you
know, knock yourself out.
- Okay.
- Oh goddamn, son.
Come on, that's 150 bucks a sip.
- Yeah, this is the good shit.
- You took about a $250 gulp back there.
- I'd say that was about 6, 700.
Sir, do you want some?
- I'm driving, Taft.
- Oh, sorry, sir. Of course.
- No, I'm just fuckin' with you.
Gimme a hit of that shit.
Mm! Mm, mm, mm!
This is the good shit.
- Excuse me, sir.
Sir, you're entering a
satellite camouflage stretch.
Please decelerate and let
the Vipers overtake you
so they can go ahead and
clear the alley to your right.
Please await their green.
- Yeah, copy that.
Hey, hey, hey, go easy, son.
I don't want you passin' out on me.
- It's helping, sir.
- Maintaining that pressure?
- Affirmative, sir.
How bad was it, sir?
- Hm? Huh, what?
- The shit.
I think I might be getting
a little bit drunk.
- Hmm. No kidding.
- Please stand by, sir.
- It was bad.
- Sir.
- No, it was bad.
Those three days, Jefferies
was bleeding out, dying,
countin' on me.
Something in my mind broke.
It was a physical thing like, uh,
plate glass breaking over and over again.
I had reached my limit for trauma.
And when you reach your
limit, you know, crumble.
Sometimes you eclipse it.
When that happens, you go blind
and the reptilian part
of your brain takes over
and everything looks like a shadow.
You get caught up in
the cold-blooded power.
You stop caring about the why anymore.
Don't realise that it's you
who've become more dangerous
than what you were fighting.
The levelling part of your
nervous system takes over
and everything looks red.
You kill anyone and
anything that walks across.
You really don't come back from it.
Vampire Squad, that's what they called us.
We gave each other nicknames.
I realised later it was just
naming our deficiencies.
- Nothing else
in sight. Clear to move.
- What was yours, sir?
- The Beast is clear to proceed.
But we are blind out there, Mr. President.
I need you to stay cautious
and stay behind the Vipers.
- Copy that.
- It is still volatile, sir,
but the neighbours are considering
lending us air support,
so we'll update as it develops.
- How'd you come back, sir?
Did you decide to...
- It was, it was her. Rosa.
It was her last year of
law school and we met.
I was kinda, you know, roamin'
around the VA and she saw me.
I mean, she saw me,
saw something no one else...
Said it was potential, uh,
camouflaged compassion.
But you know,
she became my North Star.
She repurposed me, totally
inside and out. Yeah.
I am what I am 'cause of her.
She is my everything.
It's my reason for being.
You married, Taft?
- No. Had a fiancee once.
- Mm. What happened?
- Dropped the ball.
- You need to
find a purpose, son.
A reason to fight.
Command.
- Sir?
- I wanna talk to my wife.
- Yes, sir,
we have been attempting
a direct link with her detail.
- Attempting?
- Unsuccessfully, sir. We-
- Is that what you're gonna give me,
you can't get through?
- As of right now,
we've not been able to get through.
There has been debilitating
issues all over the country
with our connection and-
- I wanna speak to my wife
and I wanna speak to her now!
- I understand.
Sir, you will rendezvous with
the rest of the Viper team
after you clear this construction site.
- Shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Shit.
Oh no.
Warning.
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
- Warning.
Warning.
Warning.
- Where the fuck did he go?
Who the fuck are you?
And what are you?
- Sir, sir,
we've lost the Vipers.
Sir, respond if you can.
Mr. President, if you
copy, please respond.
- Warning,
front window seal at 50%.
Front window seal now at 40%.
- Give me offensive options.
Recommending martial options.
30%.
Tear gas spritzer.
- No.
- Ultrasonic LRAD.
- No.
- LED incapacitator.
- No!
20%.
Firefly drone.
- Oh, hell yeah. Gimme that shit.
Launch.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Taft?
Okay, Taft, here we go.
All right, we're out.
Where am I goin'? Where do I need to be?
- Retain directions,
sir. Stay on course.
Our optics in the region
are completely shot,
so I will restate the driving plan.
- Rosa been moved?
- She's still at her hotel, sir.
- Don't tell me you can't move her.
I will not accept that.
- There's severe
discord in the vicinity, sir.
- Around the hotel? Her hotel?
- In the
immediate surroundings, sir.
Her detail has initiated lockdown
and we are trying to reestablish-
- Try harder.
- Sir.
- And this shit, have you figured out
who's responsible for this yet?
- Not yet, sir.
There were simultaneous attacks elsewhere,
so we've been working with
foreign intelligence on this,
but nothing's getting clearer.
- Shit.
- Oh shit. Now somethin's
wrong with the car.
- The roof.
Sir, our sensors indicate
something is on the roof.
- What the hell is happening?
- No, not something, someone.
Tim, he's back.
- The window seal
is being compromised, sir.
You've got to lose whatever's on the roof.
- I am on it.
- Punk is just hangin' on.
- Taft, find something to hold onto.
In three, two, one.
I scraped his ass off.
Taft. Taft!
Come on, open your eyes for
me, son. Focus on me, okay?
Focus on me.
Shit. I gotta stop the car.
- Sir, you cannot stop.
- I have to pull over. I have to.
- What's the situation, sir?
We can work through it,
but it's imperative that you do not stop.
- Taft, he's passed out.
I think he's gone into hemorrhagic shock.
He's dying on the back seat.
- Your security detail?
You cannot-
- He saved my life!
- That is his job.
- I'm not going to let him die.
- But you are the
leader of the free world.
- No!
- Sir.
- I am not going
to let him die.
- Please, do not stop the car.
- I need to resuscitate him,
possibly even suture him.
- The Beast
has a self-drive option.
- I know what the activation process is.
Activate voice recognition.
Initiating voice recognition.
- Come on!
- Please
repeat the following sentence.
Act on these orders
with great speed.
- Act on these orders
with great speed.
Come on!
- Move
the vat over the hot fire.
- Move the vat over the hot fire. Come on!
- Voice synced.
Verification complete.
- Yes!
Initiating self-drive.
You may release the wheel.
- Oh yeah.
- I have to advise you,
the ride is not fully autonomous.
It will manoeuvre around objects,
but it won't change course on its own.
- How long before the next turn?
- 2 1/2 miles.
A medical professional
will now be coming on
to help guide you as necessary.
- We have several issues here
I need to handle very quickly.
- This is the medic,
sir. I'm here to assist.
Can you please tell me what
we're managing right now?
- Uh, got multiple bullet
wounds that are bleeding.
I need to plug him up, quick. Kid's dying.
Taft, Taft. Open your eyes, son.
- We'll need a
saline IV to start, sir.
- Saline I, what?
This is a first aid kit.
There's nothin' like that in it.
- Intravenous bags
and QuikClot apparatuses
are in the De Lillard case in the trunk.
Switch is right below the partition.
- Okay. All right.
All right, great.
All right.
Got a whole toolkit here, Taft. Yeah, man.
Oh yeah. There it is.
- I can assist
with the IV prep, sir.
Just tell me what you see.
- I got this. I can do it.
Is that an eye twitch, Taft?
Come on, man. Come on,
say somethin' to me.
Open your eyes up.
- Has disinfectant
been applied, sir?
- Yeah, I'm gonna do that
in just a second, okay?
I'm gonna use the good stuff.
I got you. I got you.
I got you.
- Ride will stop
in 100 seconds.
- 100 seconds is just right.
- Sir, I'm being
told the ride requires
hand on wheel time every 120 seconds.
- I don't care about that.
Get this IV hooked up,
and everything'll be good.
All right, here we go.
Here we go, son.
I got you. Just like that.
- Please
touch the steering wheel
to resume oral drive function.
- Where's that at? Here it is.
Got it right here. Woo.
- Ride
will stop in 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven.
- Yeah, hold on.
- Six, five, four.
- Sir, you have
- Three.
- to touch wheel, sir.
- Two.
- I did.
- One.
Thank you. Maintaining
route for 120 seconds.
Final reminder, fuel low.
Please refill within 10 miles.
- See what's goin' on in there.
- Ride
will stop in 90 seconds.
- What's the situation, sir?
- Ah, there's no exit wound.
Bullets are still in there.
He took several hits to the side here
and the bullets are still
rattling around in there.
One of 'em's in there pretty deep.
All right, let me get this right.
Let me do it right.
- Sir. Sir, you
have to keep moving forward.
You're all alone.
- I'm not worried about that.
- This
vehicle will stop in 60 seconds.
- 60 seconds. Just right.
- Sir, kidney punctures require
an intensive surgical procedure.
- I know what I'm doing.
It's just shrapnel removal.
- There should be
surgical forceps in the supplies.
- I've got the forceps!
- Sir, I gotta tell ya,
this invasive procedure
is not a good idea.
- Turn the sound down, please.
Turning the radio volume down.
- Ah, I got it!
Vehicle
will stop in seven seconds.
Six.
- Shit.
All right, stay with me.
Stay with me, Taft, okay?
- Five.
- Okay. All right.
- Four.
Three. Two.
- There he is. Come on.
- One.
- Fuckin' razors inside.
- You had two slugs in you.
One was lacerating your
kidney. I got that one.
The other one is in pretty deep.
So if I was you, I'd take
another hit of this good stuff.
'Cause I'm gonna go back in there
and try and get it out in one go, okay?
- I'm good. All right.
- I'll do my best. All
right, and here we go.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
Deep breath, deep breath,
deep breath, deep breath.
No, no, no, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Deeper than I thought.
It's deeper than I thought, okay?
I'm gonna get it out this time,
all right?
Count of three.
One, two...
Oh shit! Look at that, look at that.
I got it. Look at it.
All right, all right, pressure, pressure,
pressure, pressure.
Pressure, right there.
That's right, right there.
Put your hands on that. Hold it.
- Sir, this is
Command. We have been breached.
It's been an honour, sir. God speed.
- Wait, wait. No, stop.
Don't. Stop!
- Sound up.
Turning up radio volume.
- Command. Hello?
- What's up?
- I have no idea.
Let me patch you up. They'll be back.
Okay. They'll be back.
- You can can patch me up?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on. I got you.
I got you. I got you.
Just hold this one. Hold that.
Don't look, though, 'cause I'm not so good
with this needle and thread,
but hey, I'm gonna do the
best I can for you, all right?
- I can't really see anything anyway.
- Uh, you don't need to
see. Just keep talkin'.
Uh, all right, here we go. Here we go.
Here we go. Ah yeah.
- Patch me up.
Can't be worse than I feel.
- Ah, well, at least you're still feelin'.
That's what matters.
Pick a song.
- A song?
- Don't pick "Hurt So Bad."
It's before your time.
Okay, just choose, choose a song
that you wanna be sewed up to.
Pick a stitchin' song.
Choose one. Come on.
- "Midnight Rider." The
Waylon Jennings cover.
- Play "Midnight Rider"
by Waylon Jennings.
Playing "Midnight Rider"
by Waylon Jennings.
- You won't believe
this, but Waylon Jennings
is one of my desert
island records, you know?
"Are You Ready for the Country?"
Honky-tonk guitars, songs
by Neil Fuckin' Young.
This song.
I gotta run to keep from hidin'
- Yeah.
I'm bound to keep on ridin'
- Sing it, come on.
I got one more silver dollar
- Yeah, yeah.
Ain't gonna let 'em catch me, no
- Sing it!
Ain't gonna let 'em catch
The midnight rider
- Yeah, there you go.
"Midnight Rider."
Okay, that's one.
Why you choose that song?
- I don't really like country that much.
I just did that one 'cause
it was her favourite tune.
- Okay, well, that's a good song.
But, you know, Allman Brothers is better.
I told you one of mine, now
you tell me one of yours.
- My what?
- Your desert island song.
I know. Madonna, right?
You one of those "Vogue"
dudes. I can tell.
Mm-hmm, definitely Madonna.
- Sir.
- What?
- Was that a Madonna insult, sir?
- No, no, no, no, no. I like "Vogue," too.
- You woulda lost my vote.
- All right, for real, though.
Well, who is it then?
- It's gotta be, it's gotta be Prince.
- What? The purple one?
Oh shit!
You're bullshittin' me, right?
- No.
- Okay then.
All right. Here we go.
Got it.
Shit.
These stitches are not
pretty, but they are in.
All right, you're gonna be fine.
You are gonna be just fine.
Just let me rinse my hands off here.
- Sir.
- You all right?
- I don't wanna die.
- You are not gonna die, okay?
- Wanna die. I don't wanna...
I'm scared.
- You're not gonna die. Hey.
- I can't feel my, I can't feel...
- You're going back into shock.
Just ignore the pain
and focus on me, okay?
Focus on me.
- Okay, sir. Okay, I'll focus.
And Jeffries? Jeffries, sir?
- I didn't let him die, right?
Not gonna let you die either, all right?
- Okay.
- All right.
- Sir, sir, the-
- And let's stop with
the sir shit, all right?
It's Oscar.
- I, I, I can't do that, sir.
- No?
- No, sir. Mr. President,
sir, I can't do that.
- It's a fucking order.
- Yes, sir. Oscar.
If you don't mind,
what is that thing that
you do with your fingers?
Sir, sir. Oscar, sir.
- It's a little zen thing
that Rosa taught me, you know?
Meditative exercise that centres me.
Keeps me, uh, close to her here, here.
Keeps the bedlam at bay.
- Sir.
- Come on, come on. Come on.
Stay with me.
- If you don't mind, I like
it when you call me son.
Sir, sir. Sir, please.
Please tell her I'm sorry.
Rebecca, my fiancee.
My, my ex-fiancee.
Will you, will you please tell her that,
that I know, I know I was wrong.
I know I was wrong. It's my fault.
Will you tell her that, please?
- Hey, hey.
- Please tell her that.
- You are gonna tell her that,
and if you really mean it, then mazel tov.
You two are gonna walk
down the aisle to Prince.
Can't you see it?
Taft.
You can see that, right?
- Yeah, I can see it. I can see it.
- Yeah, I can hear-
Shit, I hear a truck.
Okay, um, look, we gotta move,
and just remember, I'm here with you.
- Okay.
- Gotta get outta here.
- Warning,
fuel low. Please refill.
- I know, I know.
- Gettin' hit.
- Hey, just stay down.
Fuck.
What are you guys doin'?
Oh fuck.
Standin' around doing nothing.
- gettin' hit.
- Holy shit.
Taft.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, get down. Get down.
- Shit. Fuck.
- Shit.
Shit. What the, ooh.
- Hang on.
- Hang on!
- We're goin' in the tunnel?
- Yes, we're
going into this tunnel.
- It's gonna be too dark.
We ain't got eyes in there.
- Activate motion sensor.
- Unable to activate
remote sensing system.
No obstacle circumvention
capabilities available.
Please retain-
- Activate thermal.
- DVE
thermal imaging damaged.
No longer functional.
- There's gonna be hostiles in there.
- Yes, there are hostiles in there.
- Can't see how deep this is.
Can you see how far it is?
- Why don't you lay down
before you pop my sutures?
- Turning and
turning in the widening gyre,
the falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart.
The centre cannot hold.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,
and everywhere, the ceremony
of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all
conviction, while the worst
are full of passionate intensity.
- What the hell was that?
- Yeats.
- Yeats?
- A poem by W.B. Yeats.
Um, "Second Coming." It's about collapse.
- Collapse?
- Yeah, complete societal collapse.
And it's about transformation, too.
- Sir?
- Spiritual refreshment.
- Like a second coming?
- No, no, not in the Christian conception.
It's more about the cruelty of government,
you know, how they fuck
with the citizenry.
- Until the light breaks in.
- Structural damage.
- Oh shit.
You have offensive option.
- Activate railgun.
Activating the EM-1 Railgun.
- Take these motherfuckers out.
What the fuck?
There it is.
Taft. Seein' this?
- Is that an opening?
- Yeah. Yeah, it's an opening.
I still can't see shit.
My eyes haven't adjusted.
You have night vision or anything?
Activating scotopic vision.
- Oh. Damn.
You seein' this?
Would you clear up that static?
- Do
you copy Paladin? Repeat.
This is Airborne Command and Control.
- Copy, this is Paladin.
Paladin, TACAMO has you now.
- TACAMO? Nuclear war contingency?
- Affirmative, sir.
State of alert is at DEFCON 1.
All signals and
ground-based command centres
have been rendered inoperable.
- What? Since when?
- Ofrit
was compromised at 1700 hours.
We're now the sole signals relay
and survivable communications link
between the decision makers
and strategic air command.
- Looking Glass.
- Yes, sir.
We're connected to the geo onboard
and we'll be verifying and retransmitting
any emergency action messages
from Looking Glass for your approval.
- So we're airborne now,
completely airborne.
- It is vital to ensure
the nation's nuclear forces
are still in our command
till further development
and resolution of the alert.
- What about Rosa? Give
me the status of FLOTUS.
- The last
relay from her security detail
has her barricaded at her hotel.
- When?
- Sir?
- When was the last relay?
- 21 minutes ago.
- Barricaded.
There's intense friction
in the entire section.
Her detail will make the call
as to when they remove her.
- Well, is there another
contingency plan to extract?
Everything that can be done
will be done for FLOTUS.
Bear in mind you're the priority, Paladin.
Primary objective is to exfil you
before we do anything else.
- And this hostile contingent,
have we figured out who they are yet?
They made any demands?
- No
concrete identification
and they've still not made any demands.
There's been only a singular communique
broadcast from the compromised sites.
- The poem.
Intelligence is considering it
a manifesto.
- What's the scope of this attack?
- International.
UK, China, Russia, Saudi Arabia,
ones that have reported so far.
Half of Europe, Australia.
Many world leaders have been killed, sir.
- And when can I expect this air support?
- 18
minutes out, precisely.
And sir, Argo 1 has also been compromised
as of 11 minutes ago.
- Compromised? Then where am I going?
Maintain direction, sir.
You're heading east and are
approximately nine miles
from the pickup where our armed contingent
is ready to receive you
and escort you to Marine 1
and have you secured in the sky
to communicate with the
remaining world leaders
so we can organise coordinate response.
- Shit.
- Sir?
- I think we're outta gas.
- Our reading
shows you're low on fuel,
but the reserves should still give you
approximately 16 miles.
- Somethin' else then.
Maybe the engine, maybe
something's broken.
- Not
seeing any engine issues here.
- It's not the engine.
- Say what, Taft?
- It's the chassis.
Something's caught underneath,
stuck in the wheels.
- Oh. Is that?
What hell is that? Oh shit.
- Stay mobile, sir.
You have to keep moving.
- Uh, we can't move.
- Sir?
- I have to exit the vehicle,
clean out the tyre wells.
- Do not
step outside the vehicle, sir.
You are still in danger.
Sir, you are blind out there.
We urge you, do not get out of the car.
- I have to get out of the car.
- I'll keep watch, sir.
- Sir,
please do not exit the vehicle.
What the fuck?
- We have a
visual of the vehicle.
Vehicle is stationary.
Paladin, we see movement.
Have you boarded the vehicle?
- Yeah.
- There was
gunfire. We heard commotion.
- Yeah, I handled it.
- Copy that, sir.
Please retain direction.
You're almost there.
- You just killed that
guy with your bare hands
like it was nothin'.
- Never forget how to ride a bicycle.
- You're not doin' that thing
with your fingers anymore.
- No, I am not.
- What about your condition?
- I got a grip on it.
- I think you're having
a bit of a relapse, sir.
- That's
what you wanna call it.
- What else could I call it?
- Well, me and it?
Oh, we've been tight
for a long, long time.
Old friends reconnect.
Time just slips away.
- Paladin, we-
- Rosa.
- We've, uh,
we've lost the FLOTUS's detail, sir.
- Lost?
It's been overwhelmed.
- What? What's the new extraction plan?
- Sir,
we've, we've lost her, sir.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
We have satellite footage
showing the city centre
has been compromised.
- Compromised?
- Including
the FLOTUS's hotel, sir.
- Compromised by what?
- By
several high intensity impacts.
- So...
She's, she's gone?
Is that what you're
telling me, Rosa's dead?
How can you be sure?
- We
dispatched a retrieval team.
But Paladin, that entire
sector is gone, sir.
Quarter of the city obliterated.
- No.
No, mija, no.
Taft, are you a believer?
In God? Allah?
A higher power?
Any of that shit?
- You lied about Jefferies.
I happen to know the name
of the Secretary's Chief of Staff.
Buddy's sister's married to him.
It ain't Jefferies.
You lied to me 'cause
you couldn't save him.
Took three in the gut
for you and died for you.
You couldn't save him just
like you couldn't save me.
You let me die.
Like all the others before me.
You remember, don't you, Oscar?
Of course you do.
We wouldn't let you forget about it.
What else we gonna do?
Where else is there to go?
That's why we started this club.
This exclusive club.
But it's not too exclusive though, is it?
That's just what I'm being told.
Gave it's newest member clemency.
Mission prerequisites are
pretty much non-existent.
Everyone's welcome here.
- Stop.
- I was promoted.
- Don't.
- Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.
Let us all in, and now
you wanna kill the party?
Kill the party.
- Stop!
- No!
I didn't mean to.
I know you're very sensitive right now.
Fuck you, Oscar.
- Please.
- No!
You didn't have to let
me in here. But you did.
So now I'm gettin' comfortable.
Makin' new friends here.
You could always join us back there.
Can't be the
first one to suggest that.
That was a regular suggestion
from all the members,
before she shut the door.
But she's gone now. So beautiful.
What a pretty smile.
She's not coming back.
It's just us, you and me, it.
There's no refuge from the pain, Oscar.
People are dying because of you.
People dying for you.
You're still here, alive,
surviving. For what?
- Almost there, sir.
Just a few miles from Marine 1.
You just have to keep going.
Sir, we are receiving correspondence
from several foreign
leaders who are eager for us
to take the lead on a
coordinated response.
- Structural damage.
Warning. Structural damage.
Malfunction.
Structural damage.
Core unstable.
- Paladin.
- Warning.
Error.
Structural damage.
Incident command.
Structural damage. Warning.
Detected.
Structural damage.
Containment compromised.
Warning.
- Do you copy?
- Cherry. Override.
Warning.
- Sir, are you okay?
- Warning.
- Can you hear us, sir?
- Warning.
- Paladin.
Warning.
- Paladin.
- Initiate self-destruct.
- Initiating
self-destruct protocol.
Warning. Breach warning.
Shields at 26%.
Warning. Vehicle will
self-destruct in 90 seconds.
23%.
Warning.
19%. Warning.
Vehicle will self-destruct in 80 seconds.
9%. Warning.
7%.
- Hello? Hello?
Oscar?
- Rosa?
- Am I getting through?
- Rosa?
- Oscar, is that you?
- Rosa?
- Oh, thank God.
- Rosa.
- Baby, yes, it's me.
Can you hear me?
- Yes. I can hear you.
I thought you were de...
Where are you?
- I'm on Marine 1.
They slipped me out just
in time right before the...
Where are you?
- I'm in-
- I was told you were close.
- I'm not gonna make it.
Vehicle will self-destruct
in 50 seconds.
- Baby?
- Rosa, the car is upside
down and they're breaking in.
- We're close. We're almost there.
- They got me.
- Just hold on, baby.
- Rosa. They got me.
- No!
- Um, Rosa, I'm trapped.
- No, they don't have you.
You're not trapped.
You're with me.
They can't hold you 'cause
you are with me now.
They don't even exist.
How they gonna hold you
if they don't exist?
But I do.
I'm here, and I'm waiting,
and I need you now.
I need you to stay alive,
to survive this for me.
'Cause you can't leave me alone.
Now, let me hear it.
- Rosa!
- That's right.
So you do whatever it takes
to bring your ass home.
You understand? Whatever it takes.
- Seal compromised.
Prepare for encroachment.
- I'm comin'!
- Warning.
Vehicle will self-destruct in 30.
27. 25.
22. 20.
Complete systems failure.
Goodbye, sir.
Four. Three.
Two. Vehicle will
self-destruct in one second.
- Rosa!
Rosa.
I'm comin'.
- The door, get the door!
The door, the door!
Get the door!
Fuck the door. Get down, get down!
Vehicle perimeter sealed.
- How bad are you hit?
- Oh shit. Mr. President.
Are you okay? You hit?
- I'm all right, don't worry about me.
- I need to secure you.
I need to make sure that-
- You need to sit back.
You've been hit. All right?
I'm usually sittin' back
there where you are.
I've never driven this thing.
- You're not really to
be the one driving, sir.
- Yeah, well, it didn't work out that way.
- I need to-
- You need to sit back like I told you.
I need you to breathe for
me, son, okay? Breathe.
Uh, Craig, right?
No, no, no, no, I saw Craig go down.
You're, um...
- Taft, sir. Sir, I'm a-
- Taft, Taft, Taft.
That's right, Taft.
Look, Taft, let's check
out your wound, okay?
Inspect it and assess the severity of it.
- Wound, sir, it's in my shoulder.
But sir, are you hit?
- No, no, I just told you I am fine.
Let's get you sorted, all right?
So what do you need?
- Med kit's supposed to be around here.
- Med kit, it should be
under the seat back there.
All right? You need help locating it?
- No, no, no, sir. I can reach it.
- Hang on.
How do I answer these guys?
You know how to work this thing?
- I can point it out to you.
- Don't move! You'll
just make yourself worse.
Talk me through it.
- It's the second underneath the wheel.
- Ah, I got it.
You just locate that kit, all right?
- Do you copy, Stagecoach?
Repeat, is the principal on board?
- Yeah, it's me!
- Identification, please.
- It's me, Paladin.
- Paladin,
please confirm identity.
- It's me, Paladin, Oscar, the President.
- Please provide
identity clearance number, Paladin.
- Identity number? That I said it's...
I don't have my ID card on me.
It's at the White House.
- Sir.
- Hang on.
- Sir, it looks like we've
regained backup, sir.
- This is
imperative protocol, Paladin.
We need to establish integrity.
- It's Paladin.
Who am I talking to?
- We cannot proceed
without confirming your identity, sir.
- Listen to me. We were attacked.
There are people dead.
I'm behind the wheel,
there's a man bleeding out
behind me on the back seat.
I think my current situation
supersedes any protocol.
You got that?
Now, tell me what I need to do.
Stop wasting my time.
Oh, for Christ's sake. Fuck me.
Butter pecan. It's my
favourite ice cream, okay?
Rosa's is vanilla.
My favourite is butter pecan
from that place in Portland.
There are four pints of it in
the refrigerator right now.
There's a Colson Whitehead novel
that I just finished reading.
Should be on the desk in the Oval Office.
My loafers, my most comfortable loafers
that I wear when I
don't have any meetings,
they're in there.
They're navy blue. What?
- Sir, sir, my apologies.
This is command for Mission Control.
We have you now.
- Is that what I call you, Command?
- Sir, if you
prefer an alternate moniker-
- No, Command is fine.
Command, tell me.
- Sir, sir.
- I need some guidance.
- Sir, we have you. We got you.
I need you to maintain your
direction of speed and travel.
Okay, you are en route to Argo 1.
You are approximately 10 minutes out.
- Is Rosa there already?
- Sir, FLOTUS is presently
at the Hotel Continental.
She is awaiting extraction.
We are in the process of
scheduling that extraction now.
- What's that mean?
- Sir, we are
currently awaiting clearance
to move her.
- What does that mean?
What's happening there?
- Currently unknown.
- You don't know?
- We don't know for certain.
- Well, what do you know?
- There have been
reports of hostile movement-
- At the hotel? What?
- All over the city of Madrid.
- What in the hell
is going on out there?
Who is attacking us?
- We don't know.
- You don't know?
- We don't know for certain, sir
- Well, what can you
tell me with a certainty?
- Intel is
scattershot at the moment.
All we know is that there
was a formidable assault
all of a sudden.
- No shit.
- Its full scope and
intricacy is not yet known,
but it was extremely methodical,
purposeful, and lethal.
- For what?
- Sir?
- What purpose?
- It appears that
it was a categorical attack
on the American president.
- Really?
- Yes, sir.
However, there are numerous
incoming reports and chatters
- Fuck.
- suggesting that it was-
- Hang on, hang on, hang on.
Hey, what's going on back there?
You locate that kit?
- I got it right here, sir.
- All right, you know what to do
or you need help from me?
- It's, uh, it's fine, fine, sir.
I just need a minute.
- It's all right.
You take your time.
- But my side's going numb.
- You heard the man.
We're going to be at Argo 1 in 10 minutes.
- Okay.
- No, less than that.
What's our ETA?
- T-minus seven minutes.
- You hear that?
Seven minutes, you're gonna
to be hopped up on morphine,
they're gonna be fixin' you up.
- I'm hangin' in there, sir.
- T-minus seven and counting.
I'm here with you.
All right, tell me. How
do you feel right now?
- Like hammered shit, sir.
Sorry, sir.
- Ah, don't apologise, you're hurtin'.
You know, it's okay.
It's okay, you're in
pain. You feelin' pain?
- That's affirmative,
sir. Like a motherfucker.
- Good! Good.
As long as you're feelin' pain,
you're not going hypovolemic
on me, all right?
That is good.
Look, just keep pressure on that wound.
It doesn't matter if it soaks through.
- It, it, it, it's soakin' through, sir.
It's soaked.
- Well, don't pay attention
to that, just keep pressin' it, okay?
- Fuckin' soaked.
Should I keep it elevated or
somethin' to stop the flow?
'Cause it's just fuckin' flowin'.
- No, no, no, you can't keep it elevated.
We can't do that now.
Just stop thinkin' about
it, and do not look at it.
Do not look at the wound!
- Fuck, it's a lotta blood.
- Eyes on me!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Taft, eyes on me!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!
- Sir, right now you
are engaged in a direct fire!
Direct hit.
- Fuck!
Get out, sir.
I need you to get out of here.
- Taft. Taft?
Taft!
No!
- Do not stay stationary, sir.
You must stay on course and keep moving
while they attempt diversion.
- I'm going. I'm movin'.
Fuck!
- Where am I?
- You're in the car with me, Taft.
- Isn't happening.
- Taft, Taft, Taft.
- You're going
the wrong way, sir.
Please revert to the designated route.
- The designated route is compromised.
- Shift
course, sir, immediately.
You should be heading eastward.
- East? Shit, I'm all turned around.
- You're currently facing north.
- All right, all right, just
tell me which way to go.
Left or right?
Just say left or right.
- Right, sir.
- Right.
- Go right!
Next right, sir.
- I just made a right. Make another one?
- Yes, sir. Go right.
- Another right.
- Another right.
Right, sir. Go right.
- Oh shit.
They're fuckin' everywhere.
You seein' this?
- Yeah, I am.
What in the hell?
What the...
- Sir.
- Jesus Christ.
Command?
- Mr. President.
- Get us out of here right now.
- Sir, maintain
direction and proceed.
- Fuckin' civilians
- No, I can't.
- everywhere.
- No, I can't do that.
- Just keep moving forward, sir.
You cannot veer off course.
- No, goddamn it,
there are people out here!
People, women, children.
- Mr. President, sir,
this is the quickest and safest route.
- No, it's not safe for them!
- I understand, sir.
With the advance party,
they assessed all the
viable routes pre-arrival
and designated this area as
the quickest and safest option.
- No!
- Look out, look out, look out!
- Sir.
- No!
- You are
diverting off track, sir.
Please, please revert to
the designated safe route.
- I see an industrial lot
about two blocks north.
- That route
has not been cleared.
- Well, that's where I'm headed.
- Sir, you are
absolutely not to divert off track.
- I beg your pardon?
- You are the priority now.
- Is that an order?
- Direction, sir.
Your security detail-
- My security is bleeding
out in the backseat.
- We are fully
responsible for your life, sir,
for directing you towards
the proper decisions.
- Oh, decisions
that you're making.
- It's standard protocol, sir.
- There is no standard protocol anymore.
Nothing about this shit is standard.
- You are
heading away from Argo 1
into possibly hostile terrain.
- Look, I'm the one driving this thing
and I am not going to drive
through or over any civilian.
- Please revert to
the designated safe route.
- What part of no do you not understand?
Listen, Command, I'm in
a fucked up situation
and I know it's a fucked up situation,
so I don't need you telling
me how fucked up it is.
What I need to hear
are some contingencies.
- What the hell was that?
- I don't know, but it was close.
- Sir.
- Yeah, too close.
- Sir.
- Command?
- All viable routes
have just been rendered impractical.
- Whoa.
- What, what?
- That is a real
time development, sir.
All 28 of the scattered
routes were just compromised
via vehicular detonations.
- What, they know of our
exit scenarios?
- How's that even possible?
- Sir, they appear
to have acute knowledge
of our entire tactical playbook.
- Meaning?
- That there is
no longer a safe route back.
- So what am I supposed to do now?
- You are currently
heading out of the city, sir,
completely exposed,
and will most likely
be going through a kill zone.
- No shit.
- 90% probability.
- Oh shit.
- But we will manoeuvre
you around any obstacles-
- Command, you didn't see this coming?
- No, sir.
- How did you not see this coming?
- We did not spot them, sir.
- You didn't spot...
- Sir.
- $924 billion!
That's how much I inflated
the Defence budget by.
That's over half of the
federal discretionary spending.
Congress pitched a bitch,
but I pushed it through
because I thought it was essential.
Also, you could not spot the bad guy?
- The attack's been unfolding
on multiple fronts, sir.
We, we've simply never seen an offence
of such epic proportions.
We have been overwhelmed.
- So what, what would
you say your odds are?
- Sir?
- Your odds of success going forward?
- Sir, I do not
have a percentage probability.
- Yeah, that's what I thought.
Aw, shit. Taft?
- Hangin' on.
- Taft, you all right back there?
- No, where are those F-22s?
- What? I can't hear you.
- The Raptors. What happened
to the fuckin' Raptors?
- Command, what happened
to our air support?
- Our adjoining air bases
were compromised concurrent
with the attack on the summit.
- What?
- How's that even possible?
- The comms were overwhelmed,
diverting half of the squadron,
simultaneously with a bombing
on our US air base in Valencia.
- They bombed Rota?
- They did.
- They, they, they, they, they!
Who the hell is this they,
and what's going on out there?
- We are not certain.
- What?
- We don't know, sir.
We are, we are not-
- Look, I don't wanna hear
anymore goddamn
uncertainty, you understand?
For $924 billion, I want some
ultra infor-fuckin'-mation!
- Sir, there have
been reports of attacks
in Rome, Paris, Rio, Helsinki,
but no known group has been identified.
We are now sifting dozens
of facial ID locks,
but honestly, sir,
it's not making sense.
Matches are IDing divergent groups,
current and former members
of the Shining Path, ELN.
And not just that, we've
got multiple hits on PMCs.
- This is a, a, a coalition,
some kind of private military coalition?
- We are working
on getting these answers,
and meanwhile, air support
has already been deployed
from both US's Vincent and
Nimitz and the entire fleet
is on its way to your
location as of 04:00.
- How long until they get here?
- ETA?
- Within the hour.
- How about Rosa?
What's, what's happening with Rosa?
- Sir FLOTUS is
presently still in her hotel.
- Still at the...
Why isn't she being moved?
- Right now we have determined
that is the safest place for her to be.
- I wanna talk to her.
- A direct link with her detail
is currently being established,
and that will be up momentarily.
But in the meantime, we
need to talk about offence.
- What was that you were saying?
- The Beast has several offensive options,
all of which are lethal.
- Offence. Oh, hang on.
Taft, you got that kit, son?
- Kit, the kit. I had it,
but, and then it fell.
- You're gonna have to find that kit.
Gonna have to fix yourself up
because we're not going
to get to Argo 1 in time.
- Multiple bogeys ahead, sir.
We have to consider them hostiles.
Adjust your course, sir.
Left at this intersection.
- Fuck.
- Left?
- Left.
- Find that kit, son.
Command, about these
offensives, what are they?
Weapons? Where are they?
- There's a biometric scanner
on the console next to you.
Place your palm on it, that will unlock
the full control array.
- IEDs.
This fucking road is covered with IEDs!
- It's a trap, sir, an ambush.
Do not back out of there.
Fuck!
- Vehicular impact.
- How do I access these weapons?
- Palm down on the console, sir.
- It's not working!
- Place it flat down
and give it five seconds, sir.
- Five seconds.
Oh fuck!
- Vehicular impact.
- Five, four, three, two, one.
Still not working.
Structural integrity compromised.
A direct impact will result
in catastrophic damage.
- Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Let's go!
- Shit.
- Let's go.
- Are these guys with us?
- I fuckin' hope so.
- They're
Sabertooth Vipers, sir.
Our guys.
We were just alerted to their engagement.
- Scan accepted.
Activating extended
controls and voice command.
- Oh shit!
It's working. It's working!
It's...
Fucking complicated.
- Uh, sir,
you need to get mobile.
We got a second hostile vehicle
just approaching from the west.
- No, no, no. Copy that.
Headed east.
- We need some firepower, sir.
- Right, right. Um, there
any guns on this thing?
Where are they?
- Would you like
to initiate voice recognition?
- Yes, initiate voice recognition.
- Please repeat
the following sentences.
The pipe began to rust while new.
- The pipe was rustin' while it was new.
- The fuck?
- Exam at Harvard sentences.
Standardised voice test.
- Please
repeat the entire sentence.
- No, come on.
- Incorrect.
Voice activation at 30%.
Would you like to retry?
- No. Look, just chill for a second, okay?
Playing Presidential Playlist,
"Chill Vibes."
- What?
- "Chill Vibes"?
- On the keypad, sir.
The keys are colour coded.
The black ones are assault controls.
- I would rather use voice control.
- It won't
fulfil offensive manoeuvres
unless it's completely activated.
- Bullshit!
- Oh shit.
- Okay, I need something
big. Really, really big.
Activating mini guns.
- Play some metal.
- Okay.
- Play us some metal.
- Playing some metal.
Structural integrity compromised.
- Hold on, Taft.
How do I aim these things?
- You , sir.
- Rear minigun spent.
- Stop the music.
- Sir, if you
can maintain direction
and proceed for another 4.6 miles,
the Vipers will join back up momentarily.
- Made contact with Rosa yet?
- We are, uh, we're
still working on that, sir.
We just learned that the Vice President,
the British Prime Minister,
as well as the Turkish Prime
Minister, they're all dead.
- How many men died today?
- It's too
early for an exact count.
- How many?
- The entire A team, sir,
and most of the contingencies.
Everyone.
- It's not your fault.
It's the job, sir. It's not your fault.
- I don't care that that's the job.
No more men are gonna die for me today.
You got that, Taft?
Stitch yourself up.
- I lost so much blood already.
- The Vipers
are behind you, sir.
- It's crazy.
- They will escort you
to safety.
- It's like I can feel
it happening.
- Gonna be fine.
You're built like a
tight end. Gonna be fine.
Taft? Crust or no crust?
Hey, crust or no crust? Answer me.
Your mother, did she
cut the crust off or no?
- Sir, I don't...
- You're not sure how you
like your sandwiches, son?
- I'm not sure.
- You're not sure?
I'll tell you somebody whose mom
did cut the crust off the sandwiches.
French Prime Minister. Mm-hmm.
I was having lunch with him last year
and I'm sitting across from him.
He ordered a ham and
cheese, oh, beg your pardon.
A croque monsieur.
And when they bring his food,
they sit his sandwich in
front of him, he looks at it,
he looked back up at his server,
and he looked down again at the sandwich,
and back at the server.
And he looks at it again.
He lost his shit.
"I am sorry, monsieur!
I will take this away."
He waved his hand, waved him off and go,
"No, no, no, no. It's okay, it's fine."
And starts cuttin' the crust
off himself.
Taft. Hey, Taft, you still with me?
- Yeah, I'm here.
French, French Prime Minister
doesn't like the crust.
- Doesn't like the crust, right.
You know what I think that is?
- What?
- I think it's kind of a throwback
to his childhood, you know?
Simpler time, you know.
Things were cool, nice.
You know, Mom was taken care of him.
A happier time.
- Like noisy snow.
- Did you say noisy snow?
- You know, when it, when
it crunches underfoot?
I guess that was the happier
time of my childhood.
Winters, Minnesota.
I remember holdin' her hand.
My mother as we scrunch,
scrunched across noisy snow.
And, uh, she had this big smile
every time I looked up at her.
That's what it reminds me of.
Every time I walk on noisy
snow, I think of that.
That big smile.
- Your mom, she, um, is she still-
- She's gone. Cancer
when I was 12.
- Sorry about that.
But when's the last time you heard
some of that noisy ass snow?
- Oh, it's gotta-
Oh shit. Shit, shit.
Shit fuck.
Oh my God, it's just...
- The body holds a gallon and
a half of blood, all right?
- It's just bleeding from the
side, it's just pouring out.
- When did you get shot?
What 20, over 30 minutes ago, right?
- I don't know, maybe.
- That reminds me of Jeffries.
- What?
- Jacob Jeffries.
He was one of the guys in
my infantry unit in Nam.
We were on the Cambodian border in 1970.
He took three, two in
the alimentary canal,
one spleen, pancreatic rupture.
- Oh shit. Sir, uh...
- He was a brazen son of a bitch.
Just bold to a fault.
Jumped in front of a
Browning to save my life.
- Shit.
- Three 50 cal BMG slugs.
One straight through, two to the gut.
- Oh shit.
- Yeah, that kid bled and
bled. He haemorrhaged.
We were out there in the shit. Just us.
No supplies, no nothing.
Just me, Diaz, Eric, Jeffries,
all four of us just out there tryin' to,
just tryin' to save our friend's life.
Three days and three nights
of just blood and bile.
Nobody comin' to help
us. Just us, you know?
It was three days.
But you know, that goes to show you
how long a body can last.
Our blood, you know?
- So, how long until he died?
- Oh no, no, he ain't die.
I'm still goin' to his
grandkids' birthday parties.
One's four, the other
one's six.
Yeah, I missed last year
because I had to go to Libya,
but that motherfucker is
still alive and kicking.
Yeah.
- Sorry to say it, sir, but
pardon me for sayin' this,
but I love it when you
say motherfucker, sir.
It sounds so good when you say it.
- Yeah, it's the
password to all my devices.
- Motherfucker. How do you...?
Motherfucker. It just doesn't
sound the same when I say it.
- You gotta use the the, the, the
and just say, "Muhfucker."
- "Muhfucker."
"Muhfucker."
- Yeah, that's it.
- You were really in it, weren't you, sir?
In the shit?
I always admired that about you.
You know, just, you know,
'cause you lived it.
- How's that wound doin'?
- Which one of 'em?
- Inspect that wound
and see if you can find
some kind of antiseptic for it.
- I don't know if
there's anything in here.
- Well, we're gonna work
with what we got, okay?
- Okay.
- You see it?
- I don't even, I can't read, but fuck it.
Ah.
- No, ah, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
- Fuck, that burns.
- Keep pressure on it.
- Goddamn it.
What's happening out there, sir?
Who are these people?
- I don't think that much matters anymore.
The sky's on fire out there.
We are in the theatre of war.
All that matters is that we get out.
- Fuck, it's just...
- Shit, you keeping
pressure on that thing?
- Fuck. It's just, it's just not stopping.
- I think we're gonna
have to stitch it, okay?
See if you can find somethin' back there
you can do that with.
- I think this is...
- What's that?
- It's like a surgical stapler.
- Hell yeah. Yeah, yeah, use that.
Take a breath. Take a few.
- Okay.
- All right?
Take a deep breath.
Take a few deep breaths.
Come on. Breathe.
Don't rush into it.
- Fuck.
- Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Goddamn it.
Goddamn motherfuckin' cock
suckin' son of a bitch.
- Taft, Taft, Taft, see
that drawer back there?
- The presidential stash?
- Ah yes, that's the good shit back there.
- This is a bad idea.
- Take anything you want.
But don't take the Verona.
That belongs to me and Rosa.
That's our special drink
for special occasions,
but anything else, you
know, knock yourself out.
- Okay.
- Oh goddamn, son.
Come on, that's 150 bucks a sip.
- Yeah, this is the good shit.
- You took about a $250 gulp back there.
- I'd say that was about 6, 700.
Sir, do you want some?
- I'm driving, Taft.
- Oh, sorry, sir. Of course.
- No, I'm just fuckin' with you.
Gimme a hit of that shit.
Mm! Mm, mm, mm!
This is the good shit.
- Excuse me, sir.
Sir, you're entering a
satellite camouflage stretch.
Please decelerate and let
the Vipers overtake you
so they can go ahead and
clear the alley to your right.
Please await their green.
- Yeah, copy that.
Hey, hey, hey, go easy, son.
I don't want you passin' out on me.
- It's helping, sir.
- Maintaining that pressure?
- Affirmative, sir.
How bad was it, sir?
- Hm? Huh, what?
- The shit.
I think I might be getting
a little bit drunk.
- Hmm. No kidding.
- Please stand by, sir.
- It was bad.
- Sir.
- No, it was bad.
Those three days, Jefferies
was bleeding out, dying,
countin' on me.
Something in my mind broke.
It was a physical thing like, uh,
plate glass breaking over and over again.
I had reached my limit for trauma.
And when you reach your
limit, you know, crumble.
Sometimes you eclipse it.
When that happens, you go blind
and the reptilian part
of your brain takes over
and everything looks like a shadow.
You get caught up in
the cold-blooded power.
You stop caring about the why anymore.
Don't realise that it's you
who've become more dangerous
than what you were fighting.
The levelling part of your
nervous system takes over
and everything looks red.
You kill anyone and
anything that walks across.
You really don't come back from it.
Vampire Squad, that's what they called us.
We gave each other nicknames.
I realised later it was just
naming our deficiencies.
- Nothing else
in sight. Clear to move.
- What was yours, sir?
- The Beast is clear to proceed.
But we are blind out there, Mr. President.
I need you to stay cautious
and stay behind the Vipers.
- Copy that.
- It is still volatile, sir,
but the neighbours are considering
lending us air support,
so we'll update as it develops.
- How'd you come back, sir?
Did you decide to...
- It was, it was her. Rosa.
It was her last year of
law school and we met.
I was kinda, you know, roamin'
around the VA and she saw me.
I mean, she saw me,
saw something no one else...
Said it was potential, uh,
camouflaged compassion.
But you know,
she became my North Star.
She repurposed me, totally
inside and out. Yeah.
I am what I am 'cause of her.
She is my everything.
It's my reason for being.
You married, Taft?
- No. Had a fiancee once.
- Mm. What happened?
- Dropped the ball.
- You need to
find a purpose, son.
A reason to fight.
Command.
- Sir?
- I wanna talk to my wife.
- Yes, sir,
we have been attempting
a direct link with her detail.
- Attempting?
- Unsuccessfully, sir. We-
- Is that what you're gonna give me,
you can't get through?
- As of right now,
we've not been able to get through.
There has been debilitating
issues all over the country
with our connection and-
- I wanna speak to my wife
and I wanna speak to her now!
- I understand.
Sir, you will rendezvous with
the rest of the Viper team
after you clear this construction site.
- Shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Shit.
Oh no.
Warning.
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
- Warning.
Warning.
Warning.
- Where the fuck did he go?
Who the fuck are you?
And what are you?
- Sir, sir,
we've lost the Vipers.
Sir, respond if you can.
Mr. President, if you
copy, please respond.
- Warning,
front window seal at 50%.
Front window seal now at 40%.
- Give me offensive options.
Recommending martial options.
30%.
Tear gas spritzer.
- No.
- Ultrasonic LRAD.
- No.
- LED incapacitator.
- No!
20%.
Firefly drone.
- Oh, hell yeah. Gimme that shit.
Launch.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Taft?
Okay, Taft, here we go.
All right, we're out.
Where am I goin'? Where do I need to be?
- Retain directions,
sir. Stay on course.
Our optics in the region
are completely shot,
so I will restate the driving plan.
- Rosa been moved?
- She's still at her hotel, sir.
- Don't tell me you can't move her.
I will not accept that.
- There's severe
discord in the vicinity, sir.
- Around the hotel? Her hotel?
- In the
immediate surroundings, sir.
Her detail has initiated lockdown
and we are trying to reestablish-
- Try harder.
- Sir.
- And this shit, have you figured out
who's responsible for this yet?
- Not yet, sir.
There were simultaneous attacks elsewhere,
so we've been working with
foreign intelligence on this,
but nothing's getting clearer.
- Shit.
- Oh shit. Now somethin's
wrong with the car.
- The roof.
Sir, our sensors indicate
something is on the roof.
- What the hell is happening?
- No, not something, someone.
Tim, he's back.
- The window seal
is being compromised, sir.
You've got to lose whatever's on the roof.
- I am on it.
- Punk is just hangin' on.
- Taft, find something to hold onto.
In three, two, one.
I scraped his ass off.
Taft. Taft!
Come on, open your eyes for
me, son. Focus on me, okay?
Focus on me.
Shit. I gotta stop the car.
- Sir, you cannot stop.
- I have to pull over. I have to.
- What's the situation, sir?
We can work through it,
but it's imperative that you do not stop.
- Taft, he's passed out.
I think he's gone into hemorrhagic shock.
He's dying on the back seat.
- Your security detail?
You cannot-
- He saved my life!
- That is his job.
- I'm not going to let him die.
- But you are the
leader of the free world.
- No!
- Sir.
- I am not going
to let him die.
- Please, do not stop the car.
- I need to resuscitate him,
possibly even suture him.
- The Beast
has a self-drive option.
- I know what the activation process is.
Activate voice recognition.
Initiating voice recognition.
- Come on!
- Please
repeat the following sentence.
Act on these orders
with great speed.
- Act on these orders
with great speed.
Come on!
- Move
the vat over the hot fire.
- Move the vat over the hot fire. Come on!
- Voice synced.
Verification complete.
- Yes!
Initiating self-drive.
You may release the wheel.
- Oh yeah.
- I have to advise you,
the ride is not fully autonomous.
It will manoeuvre around objects,
but it won't change course on its own.
- How long before the next turn?
- 2 1/2 miles.
A medical professional
will now be coming on
to help guide you as necessary.
- We have several issues here
I need to handle very quickly.
- This is the medic,
sir. I'm here to assist.
Can you please tell me what
we're managing right now?
- Uh, got multiple bullet
wounds that are bleeding.
I need to plug him up, quick. Kid's dying.
Taft, Taft. Open your eyes, son.
- We'll need a
saline IV to start, sir.
- Saline I, what?
This is a first aid kit.
There's nothin' like that in it.
- Intravenous bags
and QuikClot apparatuses
are in the De Lillard case in the trunk.
Switch is right below the partition.
- Okay. All right.
All right, great.
All right.
Got a whole toolkit here, Taft. Yeah, man.
Oh yeah. There it is.
- I can assist
with the IV prep, sir.
Just tell me what you see.
- I got this. I can do it.
Is that an eye twitch, Taft?
Come on, man. Come on,
say somethin' to me.
Open your eyes up.
- Has disinfectant
been applied, sir?
- Yeah, I'm gonna do that
in just a second, okay?
I'm gonna use the good stuff.
I got you. I got you.
I got you.
- Ride will stop
in 100 seconds.
- 100 seconds is just right.
- Sir, I'm being
told the ride requires
hand on wheel time every 120 seconds.
- I don't care about that.
Get this IV hooked up,
and everything'll be good.
All right, here we go.
Here we go, son.
I got you. Just like that.
- Please
touch the steering wheel
to resume oral drive function.
- Where's that at? Here it is.
Got it right here. Woo.
- Ride
will stop in 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven.
- Yeah, hold on.
- Six, five, four.
- Sir, you have
- Three.
- to touch wheel, sir.
- Two.
- I did.
- One.
Thank you. Maintaining
route for 120 seconds.
Final reminder, fuel low.
Please refill within 10 miles.
- See what's goin' on in there.
- Ride
will stop in 90 seconds.
- What's the situation, sir?
- Ah, there's no exit wound.
Bullets are still in there.
He took several hits to the side here
and the bullets are still
rattling around in there.
One of 'em's in there pretty deep.
All right, let me get this right.
Let me do it right.
- Sir. Sir, you
have to keep moving forward.
You're all alone.
- I'm not worried about that.
- This
vehicle will stop in 60 seconds.
- 60 seconds. Just right.
- Sir, kidney punctures require
an intensive surgical procedure.
- I know what I'm doing.
It's just shrapnel removal.
- There should be
surgical forceps in the supplies.
- I've got the forceps!
- Sir, I gotta tell ya,
this invasive procedure
is not a good idea.
- Turn the sound down, please.
Turning the radio volume down.
- Ah, I got it!
Vehicle
will stop in seven seconds.
Six.
- Shit.
All right, stay with me.
Stay with me, Taft, okay?
- Five.
- Okay. All right.
- Four.
Three. Two.
- There he is. Come on.
- One.
- Fuckin' razors inside.
- You had two slugs in you.
One was lacerating your
kidney. I got that one.
The other one is in pretty deep.
So if I was you, I'd take
another hit of this good stuff.
'Cause I'm gonna go back in there
and try and get it out in one go, okay?
- I'm good. All right.
- I'll do my best. All
right, and here we go.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
Deep breath, deep breath,
deep breath, deep breath.
No, no, no, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Deeper than I thought.
It's deeper than I thought, okay?
I'm gonna get it out this time,
all right?
Count of three.
One, two...
Oh shit! Look at that, look at that.
I got it. Look at it.
All right, all right, pressure, pressure,
pressure, pressure.
Pressure, right there.
That's right, right there.
Put your hands on that. Hold it.
- Sir, this is
Command. We have been breached.
It's been an honour, sir. God speed.
- Wait, wait. No, stop.
Don't. Stop!
- Sound up.
Turning up radio volume.
- Command. Hello?
- What's up?
- I have no idea.
Let me patch you up. They'll be back.
Okay. They'll be back.
- You can can patch me up?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on. I got you.
I got you. I got you.
Just hold this one. Hold that.
Don't look, though, 'cause I'm not so good
with this needle and thread,
but hey, I'm gonna do the
best I can for you, all right?
- I can't really see anything anyway.
- Uh, you don't need to
see. Just keep talkin'.
Uh, all right, here we go. Here we go.
Here we go. Ah yeah.
- Patch me up.
Can't be worse than I feel.
- Ah, well, at least you're still feelin'.
That's what matters.
Pick a song.
- A song?
- Don't pick "Hurt So Bad."
It's before your time.
Okay, just choose, choose a song
that you wanna be sewed up to.
Pick a stitchin' song.
Choose one. Come on.
- "Midnight Rider." The
Waylon Jennings cover.
- Play "Midnight Rider"
by Waylon Jennings.
Playing "Midnight Rider"
by Waylon Jennings.
- You won't believe
this, but Waylon Jennings
is one of my desert
island records, you know?
"Are You Ready for the Country?"
Honky-tonk guitars, songs
by Neil Fuckin' Young.
This song.
I gotta run to keep from hidin'
- Yeah.
I'm bound to keep on ridin'
- Sing it, come on.
I got one more silver dollar
- Yeah, yeah.
Ain't gonna let 'em catch me, no
- Sing it!
Ain't gonna let 'em catch
The midnight rider
- Yeah, there you go.
"Midnight Rider."
Okay, that's one.
Why you choose that song?
- I don't really like country that much.
I just did that one 'cause
it was her favourite tune.
- Okay, well, that's a good song.
But, you know, Allman Brothers is better.
I told you one of mine, now
you tell me one of yours.
- My what?
- Your desert island song.
I know. Madonna, right?
You one of those "Vogue"
dudes. I can tell.
Mm-hmm, definitely Madonna.
- Sir.
- What?
- Was that a Madonna insult, sir?
- No, no, no, no, no. I like "Vogue," too.
- You woulda lost my vote.
- All right, for real, though.
Well, who is it then?
- It's gotta be, it's gotta be Prince.
- What? The purple one?
Oh shit!
You're bullshittin' me, right?
- No.
- Okay then.
All right. Here we go.
Got it.
Shit.
These stitches are not
pretty, but they are in.
All right, you're gonna be fine.
You are gonna be just fine.
Just let me rinse my hands off here.
- Sir.
- You all right?
- I don't wanna die.
- You are not gonna die, okay?
- Wanna die. I don't wanna...
I'm scared.
- You're not gonna die. Hey.
- I can't feel my, I can't feel...
- You're going back into shock.
Just ignore the pain
and focus on me, okay?
Focus on me.
- Okay, sir. Okay, I'll focus.
And Jeffries? Jeffries, sir?
- I didn't let him die, right?
Not gonna let you die either, all right?
- Okay.
- All right.
- Sir, sir, the-
- And let's stop with
the sir shit, all right?
It's Oscar.
- I, I, I can't do that, sir.
- No?
- No, sir. Mr. President,
sir, I can't do that.
- It's a fucking order.
- Yes, sir. Oscar.
If you don't mind,
what is that thing that
you do with your fingers?
Sir, sir. Oscar, sir.
- It's a little zen thing
that Rosa taught me, you know?
Meditative exercise that centres me.
Keeps me, uh, close to her here, here.
Keeps the bedlam at bay.
- Sir.
- Come on, come on. Come on.
Stay with me.
- If you don't mind, I like
it when you call me son.
Sir, sir. Sir, please.
Please tell her I'm sorry.
Rebecca, my fiancee.
My, my ex-fiancee.
Will you, will you please tell her that,
that I know, I know I was wrong.
I know I was wrong. It's my fault.
Will you tell her that, please?
- Hey, hey.
- Please tell her that.
- You are gonna tell her that,
and if you really mean it, then mazel tov.
You two are gonna walk
down the aisle to Prince.
Can't you see it?
Taft.
You can see that, right?
- Yeah, I can see it. I can see it.
- Yeah, I can hear-
Shit, I hear a truck.
Okay, um, look, we gotta move,
and just remember, I'm here with you.
- Okay.
- Gotta get outta here.
- Warning,
fuel low. Please refill.
- I know, I know.
- Gettin' hit.
- Hey, just stay down.
Fuck.
What are you guys doin'?
Oh fuck.
Standin' around doing nothing.
- gettin' hit.
- Holy shit.
Taft.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, get down. Get down.
- Shit. Fuck.
- Shit.
Shit. What the, ooh.
- Hang on.
- Hang on!
- We're goin' in the tunnel?
- Yes, we're
going into this tunnel.
- It's gonna be too dark.
We ain't got eyes in there.
- Activate motion sensor.
- Unable to activate
remote sensing system.
No obstacle circumvention
capabilities available.
Please retain-
- Activate thermal.
- DVE
thermal imaging damaged.
No longer functional.
- There's gonna be hostiles in there.
- Yes, there are hostiles in there.
- Can't see how deep this is.
Can you see how far it is?
- Why don't you lay down
before you pop my sutures?
- Turning and
turning in the widening gyre,
the falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart.
The centre cannot hold.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,
and everywhere, the ceremony
of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all
conviction, while the worst
are full of passionate intensity.
- What the hell was that?
- Yeats.
- Yeats?
- A poem by W.B. Yeats.
Um, "Second Coming." It's about collapse.
- Collapse?
- Yeah, complete societal collapse.
And it's about transformation, too.
- Sir?
- Spiritual refreshment.
- Like a second coming?
- No, no, not in the Christian conception.
It's more about the cruelty of government,
you know, how they fuck
with the citizenry.
- Until the light breaks in.
- Structural damage.
- Oh shit.
You have offensive option.
- Activate railgun.
Activating the EM-1 Railgun.
- Take these motherfuckers out.
What the fuck?
There it is.
Taft. Seein' this?
- Is that an opening?
- Yeah. Yeah, it's an opening.
I still can't see shit.
My eyes haven't adjusted.
You have night vision or anything?
Activating scotopic vision.
- Oh. Damn.
You seein' this?
Would you clear up that static?
- Do
you copy Paladin? Repeat.
This is Airborne Command and Control.
- Copy, this is Paladin.
Paladin, TACAMO has you now.
- TACAMO? Nuclear war contingency?
- Affirmative, sir.
State of alert is at DEFCON 1.
All signals and
ground-based command centres
have been rendered inoperable.
- What? Since when?
- Ofrit
was compromised at 1700 hours.
We're now the sole signals relay
and survivable communications link
between the decision makers
and strategic air command.
- Looking Glass.
- Yes, sir.
We're connected to the geo onboard
and we'll be verifying and retransmitting
any emergency action messages
from Looking Glass for your approval.
- So we're airborne now,
completely airborne.
- It is vital to ensure
the nation's nuclear forces
are still in our command
till further development
and resolution of the alert.
- What about Rosa? Give
me the status of FLOTUS.
- The last
relay from her security detail
has her barricaded at her hotel.
- When?
- Sir?
- When was the last relay?
- 21 minutes ago.
- Barricaded.
There's intense friction
in the entire section.
Her detail will make the call
as to when they remove her.
- Well, is there another
contingency plan to extract?
Everything that can be done
will be done for FLOTUS.
Bear in mind you're the priority, Paladin.
Primary objective is to exfil you
before we do anything else.
- And this hostile contingent,
have we figured out who they are yet?
They made any demands?
- No
concrete identification
and they've still not made any demands.
There's been only a singular communique
broadcast from the compromised sites.
- The poem.
Intelligence is considering it
a manifesto.
- What's the scope of this attack?
- International.
UK, China, Russia, Saudi Arabia,
ones that have reported so far.
Half of Europe, Australia.
Many world leaders have been killed, sir.
- And when can I expect this air support?
- 18
minutes out, precisely.
And sir, Argo 1 has also been compromised
as of 11 minutes ago.
- Compromised? Then where am I going?
Maintain direction, sir.
You're heading east and are
approximately nine miles
from the pickup where our armed contingent
is ready to receive you
and escort you to Marine 1
and have you secured in the sky
to communicate with the
remaining world leaders
so we can organise coordinate response.
- Shit.
- Sir?
- I think we're outta gas.
- Our reading
shows you're low on fuel,
but the reserves should still give you
approximately 16 miles.
- Somethin' else then.
Maybe the engine, maybe
something's broken.
- Not
seeing any engine issues here.
- It's not the engine.
- Say what, Taft?
- It's the chassis.
Something's caught underneath,
stuck in the wheels.
- Oh. Is that?
What hell is that? Oh shit.
- Stay mobile, sir.
You have to keep moving.
- Uh, we can't move.
- Sir?
- I have to exit the vehicle,
clean out the tyre wells.
- Do not
step outside the vehicle, sir.
You are still in danger.
Sir, you are blind out there.
We urge you, do not get out of the car.
- I have to get out of the car.
- I'll keep watch, sir.
- Sir,
please do not exit the vehicle.
What the fuck?
- We have a
visual of the vehicle.
Vehicle is stationary.
Paladin, we see movement.
Have you boarded the vehicle?
- Yeah.
- There was
gunfire. We heard commotion.
- Yeah, I handled it.
- Copy that, sir.
Please retain direction.
You're almost there.
- You just killed that
guy with your bare hands
like it was nothin'.
- Never forget how to ride a bicycle.
- You're not doin' that thing
with your fingers anymore.
- No, I am not.
- What about your condition?
- I got a grip on it.
- I think you're having
a bit of a relapse, sir.
- That's
what you wanna call it.
- What else could I call it?
- Well, me and it?
Oh, we've been tight
for a long, long time.
Old friends reconnect.
Time just slips away.
- Paladin, we-
- Rosa.
- We've, uh,
we've lost the FLOTUS's detail, sir.
- Lost?
It's been overwhelmed.
- What? What's the new extraction plan?
- Sir,
we've, we've lost her, sir.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
We have satellite footage
showing the city centre
has been compromised.
- Compromised?
- Including
the FLOTUS's hotel, sir.
- Compromised by what?
- By
several high intensity impacts.
- So...
She's, she's gone?
Is that what you're
telling me, Rosa's dead?
How can you be sure?
- We
dispatched a retrieval team.
But Paladin, that entire
sector is gone, sir.
Quarter of the city obliterated.
- No.
No, mija, no.
Taft, are you a believer?
In God? Allah?
A higher power?
Any of that shit?
- You lied about Jefferies.
I happen to know the name
of the Secretary's Chief of Staff.
Buddy's sister's married to him.
It ain't Jefferies.
You lied to me 'cause
you couldn't save him.
Took three in the gut
for you and died for you.
You couldn't save him just
like you couldn't save me.
You let me die.
Like all the others before me.
You remember, don't you, Oscar?
Of course you do.
We wouldn't let you forget about it.
What else we gonna do?
Where else is there to go?
That's why we started this club.
This exclusive club.
But it's not too exclusive though, is it?
That's just what I'm being told.
Gave it's newest member clemency.
Mission prerequisites are
pretty much non-existent.
Everyone's welcome here.
- Stop.
- I was promoted.
- Don't.
- Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.
Let us all in, and now
you wanna kill the party?
Kill the party.
- Stop!
- No!
I didn't mean to.
I know you're very sensitive right now.
Fuck you, Oscar.
- Please.
- No!
You didn't have to let
me in here. But you did.
So now I'm gettin' comfortable.
Makin' new friends here.
You could always join us back there.
Can't be the
first one to suggest that.
That was a regular suggestion
from all the members,
before she shut the door.
But she's gone now. So beautiful.
What a pretty smile.
She's not coming back.
It's just us, you and me, it.
There's no refuge from the pain, Oscar.
People are dying because of you.
People dying for you.
You're still here, alive,
surviving. For what?
- Almost there, sir.
Just a few miles from Marine 1.
You just have to keep going.
Sir, we are receiving correspondence
from several foreign
leaders who are eager for us
to take the lead on a
coordinated response.
- Structural damage.
Warning. Structural damage.
Malfunction.
Structural damage.
Core unstable.
- Paladin.
- Warning.
Error.
Structural damage.
Incident command.
Structural damage. Warning.
Detected.
Structural damage.
Containment compromised.
Warning.
- Do you copy?
- Cherry. Override.
Warning.
- Sir, are you okay?
- Warning.
- Can you hear us, sir?
- Warning.
- Paladin.
Warning.
- Paladin.
- Initiate self-destruct.
- Initiating
self-destruct protocol.
Warning. Breach warning.
Shields at 26%.
Warning. Vehicle will
self-destruct in 90 seconds.
23%.
Warning.
19%. Warning.
Vehicle will self-destruct in 80 seconds.
9%. Warning.
7%.
- Hello? Hello?
Oscar?
- Rosa?
- Am I getting through?
- Rosa?
- Oscar, is that you?
- Rosa?
- Oh, thank God.
- Rosa.
- Baby, yes, it's me.
Can you hear me?
- Yes. I can hear you.
I thought you were de...
Where are you?
- I'm on Marine 1.
They slipped me out just
in time right before the...
Where are you?
- I'm in-
- I was told you were close.
- I'm not gonna make it.
Vehicle will self-destruct
in 50 seconds.
- Baby?
- Rosa, the car is upside
down and they're breaking in.
- We're close. We're almost there.
- They got me.
- Just hold on, baby.
- Rosa. They got me.
- No!
- Um, Rosa, I'm trapped.
- No, they don't have you.
You're not trapped.
You're with me.
They can't hold you 'cause
you are with me now.
They don't even exist.
How they gonna hold you
if they don't exist?
But I do.
I'm here, and I'm waiting,
and I need you now.
I need you to stay alive,
to survive this for me.
'Cause you can't leave me alone.
Now, let me hear it.
- Rosa!
- That's right.
So you do whatever it takes
to bring your ass home.
You understand? Whatever it takes.
- Seal compromised.
Prepare for encroachment.
- I'm comin'!
- Warning.
Vehicle will self-destruct in 30.
27. 25.
22. 20.
Complete systems failure.
Goodbye, sir.
Four. Three.
Two. Vehicle will
self-destruct in one second.
- Rosa!
Rosa.
I'm comin'.