Hounds of w*r (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[tense music playing]

[waves gently crashing]

[seagull squawking]

[seagull squawking]

[car horns honking]

[police siren wailing, whooping]

[man 1 on radio]

Team Six. Team Six.

You are cleared

to proceed. Over.

[man 2] Copy that.

[police siren wailing]

[siren wailing stops]

[Maria] ...European summit

will not only improve

the damaged

transatlantic relations

but solve the most

festering issues

between the U.S.

and its European allies.

Yet tension remains sky-high

as France and Germany

have repeatedly accused

United States

of intensifying

their w*r on terror

using secret armies

of mercenaries

to carry out various

political assassinations

in North Africa.

America has obviously

denied all this.

Over the past week,

President Lane held numerous

one-on-one meetings

with the European leaders

to offer an olive branch.

-It is time to put

the past lows behind us.

I am here to build bridges

and opportunities

for all our peoples.

The tide of conflict

and misunderstandings

must recede.

My presidency does not,

and will not meddle

in the affairs of

other nations.

America is here

to offer counsel

to its allies,

not weapons.

Vaccines, not b*ll*ts.

-[loud crash]

-[objects clatter]

-Clear!

-Clear!

-Clear!

-Clear!

-Clear!

-Clear!

-Clear!

[Hart over radio]

Any sign of the target?

[squad leader]

No, sir. Not yet.

[tense music playing]

[squad member]

The back room is clear, sir.

[squad leader] Colonel, there is

something here on the table.

[paper rustles]

-How could you let him

get away? g*dd*mn it.

[phone rings]

-What?

Ryder?

Ryder, is that you?

Ryder, you've gotta stop

this madness.

There's no time for theatrics.

[engine rumbles, stops]

[Ryder] Theatrics?

That's funny coming from you.

-Ryder, where are you?

I can talk to you.

I can come to you.

Wherever you are,

I can get there fast.

Tell me where you are.

[Ryder] Can you get there

faster than a b*llet?

[tense music playing]

-Find me Ryder Ward!

Point all the satellites

at Valletta!

He's going after the president!

[shouting, cheering]

[cell phone vibrates]

We're running out of time.

Let's go.

-Excuse me, sir.

Shouldn't you be--

[taser zaps]

[crowd clamoring]

[zips]

[tense music continues]

-We're in the shitter here.

We have no time to waste.

Come on! Come on!

[cell phone vibrates]

[tense music intensifies]

[crowd clamoring]

[muted conversation]

[cell phone vibrates]

-What?

-[Hart] We have a major problem.

-What did you say?

-Operative 3519 has snapped.

He's going after the president.

[g*nsh*t]

[women screaming]

[revving]

[somber music playing]

[engines whooshing]

[stamp thuds]

-Welcome to Malta. Next.

-[indistinct chatter]

-[indistinct PA announcement]

-[kid] Hey, how's it going?

-[man] Great. How are you?

[kid] Good.

It's great to see you.

-Surprise!

-Oh, it certainly is a surprise.

-[chuckles]

-How you doing, beauty?

-Good, how are you?

-I'm good.

Look at you,

how beautiful.

-Wow.

-"Wow"?

-That's all you have to say?

-How'd it happen?

-Well--

-You need me to explain

the process? [laughs]

I mean, I can if you want.

I just figured

at your advanced age,

you'd know this sh*t already.

-At my advanced age?

-Yeah.

-Stop it. [chuckles]

-I appreciate you coming, man.

It means a lot.

-I always come, man. Always.

We had an agreement.

-I know. I know.

There's money to be made.

Good money.

-Yeah.

-We-can-retire kind of money.

Well, I am retired,

and there's always

money to be made

but we agreed we wouldn't work

for this son of a b*tch.

-[Bulldog] I know, but I got--

-Guys.

Come on. No business talk yet.

Let's go.

-No.

-Okay.

-[Jenna chuckles]

-Blame him.

-Yeah, always.

What are you doing?

[chuckles]

-You sure you wanna

do this, man?

You're having a baby.

-Hey, it's all good, man.

I got this.

We got this.

You gotta trust me, okay?

-Yeah, I trust you.

-You trust me?

-I trust you.

-Good.

-Are you okay with this?

-Are you okay with this?

[soft acoustic music playing]

["Give Me Your Hand" playing]

[]

[]

-[music fades]

-[van revs]

-You need a woman in your life.

-I had one.

It didn't work out.

-Pity. I miss Selina.

[Bulldog] I heard she has

her own outfit now in Rome.

-[Jenna] Mm-hmm.

-Yeah, I heard that.

It's none of my business.

-You're gonna love

the new place.

It's got a gym, pool,

private beach.

We call it The Fortress.

It's like a five-star resort.

-It sounds great.

-[light chuckle]

-Does it have a nursery?

[rock music playing]

[engine stops]

[waves crashing in distance]

-Yo! Ladies!

-Yeah!

-[all clamoring]

-Wow. Jesus,

Mary and the Saints.

-You've really scraped

the bottom of the barrel!

-Now you know

how I f*cking feel.

-Oh, yeah.

-Welcome back, brother.

-You guys are getting fat!

-[laughs] Yeah.

[Ryder] How are you?

Good to see you, brother.

[Santiago] You too.

You too. Get over here.

-[men laugh]

-[Ryder] You're all getting fat!

-Alright, he's here. Gotta go.

[all] Ah! Boom! Boom!

[laughter]

-I swore I heard you say

that you quit.

-I did quit.

-No, no. I believe

his exact words were,

"You'd sooner find me dead

-than on another mission."

-Another mission.

-Yeah.

-[Jenna laughs]

-This...

is my very last mission.

-One more mission.

-Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Hey, look who made it.

-That's a great suit.

You running for governor?

-It's time for you to start

believing in something again.

I'm very sorry about

what happened in Syria.

I really am.

-I lost a lot of good men.

-It's always sad

when the sh*t hits the fan.

-sh*t didn't hit the fan,

Colonel.

You f*cked up.

We almost didn't

make it out alive.

I'm gonna do this

one more time, Colonel.

For my brother.

And then we're done.

I don't wanna see you again.

[rock music playing]

[howling]

[laughter]

-The dead can't return...

but the living...

can be saved.

[glass thuds]

[men clapping, laughing]

[Hart] Operation Brimstone.

As always, our job

is to hunt down

those with influence

and those that abuse

their power,

and eliminate them

by any means necessary.

Our target,

Khalid Mustafa Atef.

Once a simple farmer,

he has now grown to be

one of the most powerful

warlords in Libya.

-He sounds nice.

[Hart] Reliable intel tells us

Russia and China

both have a strong interest

in this region.

He needs to be stopped

before we're dragged

into a proxy w*r.

[tense music playing]

[clicks]

[]

[clacking]

[clicks, thuds]

-Alright, boys.

Let's go hunting.

[tense music intensifies]

[whirring]

[Hart] Now, as always,

you're gonna have

a specific task, each of you.

You're gonna be dropped

three clicks from the target

on the outskirts of Sirte.

Your drop-off is your pick-up.

If you're not back

by 0300 hours,

prepare for a nice long hike

back to Tunisia.

-[clanks]

-[helicopter whirring]

[tense music continues]

[helicopter receding]

[insects trilling]

[rustling]

[wind whooshing]

[rustling]

[dog panting]

-Khalid has taken over

the Grand Hotel

that was built by Qaddafi

to house world leaders.

He's transformed

this bombed-out hotel

into his military headquarters.

-Question. Is the Jacuzzi

still working?

'Cause I might wanna

soak my ba*ls

after this fight.

-[laughter]

-[breathes deeply]

This is not

some bush league militia

you're gonna face.

Our guy has acquired

an envious arsenal.

These men are well-equipped.

You'll be facing a growing army

of professional soldiers.

[tense music sting]

[Hart] Now our first task

is to isolate Khalid.

-[silenced g*nshots]

-[man groans]

[bodies thud]

We need to cut off

his communications

with the outside world.

Forty feet underground

beneath the Grand Hall,

lies his bunker.

This is where

you will find him.

This is where

you will k*ll him.

Khalid is engaged in a w*r

on two fronts as we speak.

And most of his men

are engaged in battle.

Satellite images show us

that his bunker is protected

only by the elite

of the Sidi Omar Brigade.

Twenty men, heavily armed

rabid fanatics.

Rosebud and Femi,

you're gonna set up

on the third floor.

Guard the whole perimeter.

[insects trilling]

[Hart] There are

security cameras

that are throughout

the building,

so we're gonna need to have

Hollywood set up shop

in the electrical substation

at the back of the hotel.

[keys jingle]

We need to be invisible.

-[silenced g*nsh*t]

-[keys jingle]

[rattles, clanks]

[gate creaks]

-You sure this will work?

[Hollywood] [exhales]

One hundred percent sure.

-Yeah, right.

-It's the only way

to get into

an air-gapped system.

We need to increase

the strain of the power supply

on the solar-metered

ultrasonic frequencies

and transport... [pants]

our information.

It's f*cking genius.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Blah, blah, blah.

It's all Chinese to me.

Just make sure you get it.

-It's physics.

-Room clear.

[r*fle clacks]

[thuds]

[Rosebud] Set.

-In the nest, over.

[Femi on comms] Hold up.

We got a guard

upstairs from you.

Hollywood, how are we doing?

Need help with those cameras.

[faint beeping]

[glitches]

-Sharpen the arrows,

for it's the vengeance

of the Lord.

[praying in Spanish]

-Hey, brother.

Can you tell him

your nice speech,

just a little bit faster?

-Father, forgive them

for they know not what they do.

-[clinks]

-[groans]

-[b*llet casing clinks]

-[thuds]

[Rosebud] All clear.

[]

-One between you

and the target.

[keyboard clacks]

-[glitches]

-[mutters]

[breathes deeply]

I need to update my equipment.

-Something feels off.

My Spidey sense is tingling.

-And here comes

the poor man's light show.

[keyboard clacks]

Go!

-[static buzzing]

-[footsteps tapping]

-[thuds]

-[silenced g*nsh*t]

-[groans, thuds]

[Hollywood] Okay, guys.

We made it. Khalid is ours.

-[loud thud]

-[metal clanks]

[thudding]

-[sharp exhale]

The target is gone.

I repeat,

the target is gone.

-What the f*ck is going on?

-Um...

[tense music buildup]

[beeping]

-Oh, f*ck.

[fast beeping]

[expl*si*n]

-f*ck!

-It's a trap.

-They're everywhere.

Come on! Get out!

-Eyes! Eyes!

Look at me! You good?

-I'm okay.

-Alright. Breathe. Breathe. Go!

-[silenced g*nsh*t]

-[groans, thuds]

-[silenced g*nsh*t]

-[groans, thuds]

-[silenced g*nsh*t]

-[groans, thuds]

-[silenced g*nshots]

-[groaning]

[silenced g*nshots]

-Contact front!

We need to move!

We need to move now!

-I'm coming.

[silenced g*nshots]

[groans]

-[silenced g*nshots]

-[groaning]

[yells]

[both grunting]

[groaning, grunting]

[groans]

-[silenced g*nshots]

-[groans]

-Move! Move! Move!

[silenced g*nsh*t]

-Put your g*ns down!

[grunts]

[b*llet shells clinks]

-Tell the Lord to do

what he can to save us now!

-The Lord is always with us.

-[groans]

-[g*n thuds]

[yelling]

-[groans]

-[thuds]

[g*n clicks]

[knives clink]

-[whooshes]

-[clicks]

[groaning]

[grunting]

-[silenced g*nshots]

-[groaning]

-Break right!

[g*nf*re]

[groans]

-sh*t!

-[g*nshots]

Eddie, stay with me, brother.

-Santa Maria...

[praying indistinctly]

-[thudding]

-[knives clinking]

-[opponent groans]

-[machete clinks]

-[silenced g*nshots]

-[groaning]

[Ryder] We gotta move!

-No!

-[groans]

-[grunts]

-[groans]

[groans]

[blood splatters]

[g*n fired]

[knives thud]

[tense music intensifies]

[praying indistinctly]

-RPG!

[expl*si*n]

[rocks crumbling]

[Hart in Arabic]:

[Speaking Arabic]:

-[Femi groaning]

-[militia men grunting]

[grunting, panting]

-[grunting]

-[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

-[silenced g*nsh*t]

-[thuds]

[panting]

[sharp exhale, grunts]

[grunting, panting]

[approaching footsteps]

[g*nf*re]

-[thuds]

-[b*llet shell clinks]

[Hart in Arabic]:

-[scoffs]

[Speaking Arabic]:

[Speaking English]:

-I was hoping you'd say that.

[Speaking Arabic]:

-[laughs]

-[call ends]

[footsteps tap]

-Move! Faster!

-I can't!

-[grunts]

-Move! You f*cking can move.

-Move!

-[groans]

-[body thuds]

-[Bulldog grunts]

-[groans]

-[explodes]

[both groan]

-You good?

-[panting] Oh, no. I'm bad.

-How bad?

-[panting] Real f*cking bad.

-[panting]

-[g*nf*re in distance]

-[panting]

-[g*nf*re in distance]

-I guess you're not gonna

leave me, huh?

-[g*nshots]

-[indistinct shouting]

-You go, I go.

-Oh, f*ck you. [groans]

[groans, pants]

-[militia men groan]

-[g*nf*re]

[militia men groan]

-[groans, pants]

f*ck. I'm out.

[breathing heavily]

-[g*nf*re continues]

-[breathing heavily]

I'm sorry, brother.

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

-No!

[g*nf*re]

[clinks]

-[grenade explodes]

-[militia men yell]

-No, no, no! No.

I got you.

Look at me!

What did you do?

What the f*ck did you do?

What did you do?!

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes. You're okay.

Hey, you're okay!

f*ck.

Tommy. Tommy...

[breathing heavily]

[sobbing]

f*ck.

[sobbing]

-Any news yet?

-I still haven't heard anything.

Still waiting.

How's the baby?

-Good. I just...

I just have this bad feeling.

-Why don't you

run on back to bed?

I'll come get you a soon

as the bird picks 'em up, okay?

Everything's gonna be fine.

[shot fired]

[Jenna thuds]

[Maria] American President Lane

has just touched down

in Portugal,

making his first official stop

of "Vaccine, Not b*ll*ts"

European tour.

All eyes on President Lane

as he breaks bread

for the first time

with Portuguese Socialist

President, Ana Nazario.

His female counterpart has,

for years, been openly critical

of U.S. foreign policy.

-Champagne, sir?

[Maria] President Lane

was all smiles this morning

as he insisted

with his counterpart

that his patriotism

has a humane face.

[grand music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps approaching]

-Hello. Shall we dance?

-Not now. Thank you.

[footsteps receding]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

-Thank you so much.

-[clears throat]

Thanks.

-No one's arguing

with his reputation

but given our very public stance

on international relations,

his history is toxic.

-It's just that, sir, history.

What you're getting from Hart

is experience, results.

-I'm not sure we can afford

his kind of results.

-He's taken care of

our problems without flinching.

Iraq, Libya, Chechnya.

I can keep going.

-Oh, g*dd*mn it.

I'm trying to get the world

to fall in love

with America again.

Hart is always bad news.

And when the press

hears of this...

-They don't need

to hear anything.

I can delay the announcement

to the outside world.

-[sighs]

Forever.

-Well, I'm not sure.

-Respectfully,

Hart is not the brand, sir.

You are. He will be strictly

behind the scenes.

-You really trust him?

-With my life.

-Feels to me like

we're inviting the bull

into the China shop.

-Look, I get it.

The world hates him,

but we need him.

We can't just sit on our behinds

and hope for the best.

Singing "Kumbaya"

won't deter our enemies.

-"Vaccines, Not b*ll*ts"

is what we're selling.

-That's correct, sir.

That-that--

That's what we're selling,

but behind the scenes,

we need to be ready

for any eventuality.

We're hearing chatter.

Dangerous chatter.

-What do you mean?

What have you heard?

-[breathes deeply]

Mostly whispers because

we're flying blind.

That's why I'm pushing

"he who shall not be named"

to avoid a 9/11-level event...

on your watch.

-[scoffs]

-Sir...

Hart is merely

an insurance policy.

A heavily classified

insurance policy.

-Good,

because if the media

get wind of this,

my reputation,

everything I've built--

-It won't happen.

I won't let it.

-We'll give him a London post.

The Lair.

Just for a trial run.

-Very good, sir.

[suspenseful music playing]

-We are at w*r,

ladies and gentlemen.

An undeclared w*r,

but a w*r nonetheless.

Our enemies aim

to topple the systems

that keep our very way

of life in check

and I would sooner die

than let those systems fail.

Let us begin.

[suspenseful music playing]

[revs]

[engine stops]

-[sighs]

[whispering]

Check the cameras.

[club music playing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

-[club music playing]

-[indistinct chatter]

-Go and give that b*stard

a nice warm welcome.

[women laughing]

-Can you tell Selina,

"Ryder's here"?

-There is no Selina here.

[grunting]

-[woman screams]

-[yells]

[groaning]

-[yells]

-[glass shatters]

[grunting]

-[grunts]

-[crowd screams]

-[yells]

-[crowd screams]

[grunting continues]

-[grunting]

-[groaning]

-[yells]

-[slams]

[thuds]

[breathes deeply]

-[chain clinking]

-[breathing heavily]

-[footsteps approaching]

-[breathing heavily]

-I hope I didn't

mess up your night.

[chain clinks]

-Was this really necessary?

-[clicks tongue]

They told me...

you were dead.

-[Ryder exhales]

Well, it's happy...

Well, happy to see you too.

-You know, to, um,

tell me you're alive...

-[sharp exhale]

[soft grunt]

I was busy.

[footsteps tapping]

-I cried for you.

Stupid me.

Cut him loose.

[chain clinks]

-[groans]

-[chain clanks]

-So why are you here?

-Revenge.

-When isn't it?

-They're dead.

All of them.

-And the baby?

-[sighs]

[grunting]

-Who?

-[Ryder exhales]

Hart.

-He's untouchable now.

Runs with the big dogs now.

-I don't want him.

I'm gonna break the system.

-You're out of your mind.

Nobody breaks the system.

So what does all this

have to do with me?

-I need a team.

I need you, Selina.

-Good luck, Ryder.

I'm sorry I missed your funeral.

I promise to attend

the next one.

[footsteps receding]

-Oh...

-Are you gonna make it?

-Ha ha!

-Good job, Grandpa.

-Nice move.

-Uh-huh.

-That was close.

[cell phone vibrates]

Excuse me, ladies.

[cell phone continues vibrating]

Yeah? It's not

a good time right now.

[Joshua] Switch on your TV.

[anchorman on TV] The video

showing a clandestine

and a controversial

operation in Libya

has recently surfaced online

to an investigative journalism

organization and claims

that this botched mission

was one of many

sanctioned by the U.S.

to prevent more trouble

in the w*r-torn region.

The State Department

has so far declined to comment.

-It was supposed to be buried.

Forgotten.

-Yeah. Well, apparently,

that didn't happen.

-Did you see all the bodies?

You embarrass me.

Solve it.

[thuds]

-Is everything okay, Dad?

-Yeah. Yeah, everything's

gonna be okay.

-Okay, guys. Dig in.

[keyboard clacking]

-Any progress?

-We're working on it. [exhales]

-Work faster.

-This video was uploaded

somewhere in Rome.

We're using

the Pegasus technology

to cross-reference

our target's facial features

against all data retrieved.

We will find him, sir.

-Sir, I have something.

[mouse clicks]

-[Hart] When was that?

-[operative] Three days ago.

-Call Rome.

[operative] Yes, sir.

["Libiamo Ne' Lieti Calici"

plays on record player]

-[tires screech]

-[revving]

[indistinct radio chatter]

["Libiamo Ne' Lieti Calici"

continues playing]

[laser baton zapping]

-[Ryder panting]

-[grunts]

-[groans]

-[thuds]

-[music stops]

-[grunts]

-[thuds]

[tense music playing]

-[laser baton zapping]

-[groaning]

-[laser baton zapping]

-[grunting]

[yelling, grunting]

-[yelling, grunting]

-[laser baton zapping]

-[yelling]

-[groaning]

[grunting]

[groaning]

-[groaning]

-[grunting]

-[shots fired]

-[groans]

[b*llet thuds]

[officer] The target is gone!

Target is gone!

-Find him!

[glass shatters]

[revs]

[foreboding music playing]

[engine stops]

-[Ryder groans in pain]

-[Selina] Okay...

-[exhales]

-He needs a doctor.

-Oh, I don't need

a f*cking doctor.

-Oh, behave.

-[groans]

-That doesn't look too good.

-[mutters]

-No, he'll be fine.

-[exhales] Yeah.

-Just get the morphine.

[sighs deeply]

-Jesus.

-[groans]

-The mess you get into.

-[exhales deeply]

-Ryder?

-[groans]

-Ryder.

Stay with me.

-[grunts]

-Get the morphine!

[distorted] You alright?

-Yeah.

[distorted sound]

-I appreciate you coming, man.

[laughter]

-You gotta trust me.

[expl*si*n]

-Eyes! Look at me!

Look at me!

-[yells, groans]

I'm sorry, brother.

-No!

[groaning]

[door creaks]

[birds chirping]

[Selina] Ah.

Look who's finally awake.

-That's a hell of a spread

you have here.

-It's my great escape.

My sanctuary.

Away from lunatics

and prying eyes.

-Tell me you don't miss it.

-How well you know me.

So how's the wounded

soldier feeling?

-[exhales] Never better.

[Selina] Good.

-Hey.

Thank you.

-Don't thank me yet.

You haven't seen the bill.

Your face is all over the news.

You're in trouble.

Big trouble.

-When am I not?

I have a plan.

-You're gonna get yourself

k*lled... again.

-[laughs] Maybe.

-You need me.

-I know.

I asked. You turned me down,

remember?

-I did.

Don't push it, Ryder.

Come, I'll give you a tour.

[tense music playing]

-[singsongy]

Hello, hello, hello!

Uncle Paulie's here!

Selina...

[speaks Italian]

[in English] Always

more beautiful by the day.

-Thank you for doing this

at such short notice.

-Oh, anything for you...

and your friend.

Come, come.

I'll show you.

Now this...

is the best in the market!

-[doors creak]

-Do you trust this guy?

-Oh, you have better options?

-Self-contained pen!

-It's either this or jail.

-As you can see here,

orthopedic mattress

for comfort.

We have a minibar at the back

underneath the desk

with all the whiskey

that you need.

You also have a bathroom,

but, oh, oh, oh!

No coco in the bathroom.

Only pee-pee.

Now, if you want internet,

satellite encrypted connection,

it is "Paulie's The Best,"

Wi-Fi password,

"AteMySausage123!"

And the best for last...

I deliver...

[speaks Italian]

Come, come, come, come.

See, my friend. Come.

Come see.

[thuds]

-[huffs sharply]

How long?

-We'll be there in three days.

Just sit back and relax.

It'll be a piece of cake.

-Pressure mounts

on Lane Administration this week

following the videos

of clandestine operations

using ill*gal

Black-Ops mercenaries.

This, of course,

after very public pledges

that his administration

would be different.

-You gave me assurances.

-You know the game.

We deny everything.

-Oh, that's it?

That's all you have for me?

-Sir, if I may. I--

-No, you may not.

Be straight with me, Joshua.

Who's behind this?

-A disgruntled former employee.

Nothing to worry about.

-Well, forgive me,

I do worry.

I'm the one facing the press

on a daily basis.

You're ruining the brand.

-I'll handle the optics,

and Hart here

will clean this mess up.

Won't you, Hart?

-Mr. President, they're ready

for the group photo.

-I'll be right there.

I should fire you both.

-If you're serious

about your future,

I suggest you handle this

by any means necessary.

-There are rumors.

-What rumors?

-That he's on the island.

-What?

-He came over illegally

from Sicily.

My men are trying

to verify it now.

-Find him before more damage

is done, understood?

[seagull squawking]

-[tires screech]

-[brakes hiss]

[metal gate clanks]

[gate thuds]

-Miss me, baby? Hmm.

-You're late.

-Mmm.

-Here's the rest of it.

-Brava.

It's not enough.

-It's what we agreed.

-Well, you did not tell me

that he was wanted

by the f*cking CIA.

-It was none

of your f*cking business.

-[laughing]

You want to play me?

You want to play

the m*therf*cking king

of players?

Huh!?

[tense music plays]

-We had a deal.

-f*ck your deal!

f*ck it!

The price has tripled--

-[groans]

-[grunts]

[yelling, grunting]

[baseball bat thuds]

-[grunting]

-[groaning]

[groans]

[whooshes]

[grunting continues]

[grunting continues]

[yelling]

[yelling, grunting continues]

[breathing heavily]

-m*therf*cker!

-That's no way

to talk to a lady.

[loud thud]

[tense music buildup]

[sighs]

-You okay?

-Aren't I always?

-[seagull squawking]

-[birds chirping]

[Selina] Room service.

-Hey.

-I hope you're enjoying

the amenities, sir.

-It's not exactly five-star.

-Oh. Well, I'll be sure

to notify the staff.

Now...

let's get to work, shall we?

[suspenseful music playing]

-[hatch lid rumbles]

-[grunts]

Malta is nearly

2,000 years old.

It's seen its fair share

of wars and conquerors.

Early Christians

built an extensive network

of catacombs and tunnels

to safeguard their faith

against the Romans.

The tunnels

were later extended,

covering half the island,

and later enlarged further

during World w*r II.

-So the Maltese

went underground again

to hide from the Germans.

-Precisely.

-And these tunnels,

they--they're active?

They're open?

-Indeed, they are.

-You're clever.

-I like to think so.

-Question is, how do we get

the target underground?

-Funny you should say that

because that's where

your genius comes in.

-[grunts]

-[clanks]

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine stops]

[grunts, exhales]

[button clicks]

[button clicks]

-Nope, not scary at all.

[breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music continues]

-If you miss...

even slightly...

[r*fle c*ck]

-You can trust me.

-I've heard that before.

[r*fle clacks]

-I'm sorry.

-I know.

[Selina inhales deeply]

-I don't miss.

-[breathes deeply]

I know.

[r*fle clicks]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Ryder] Obviously,

they're gonna have the president

in a dedicated vehicle, right?

-[device whirs]

-Obviously.

-I do my thing,

gonna separate the president,

put him in an ambulance.

-And if we play

our cards right,

we grab the package,

and deliver him

right to your door.

[revs]

[crowd clamoring]

[cell phone vibrating]

[seagulls squawking]

[zipper unzips]

[clicks]

[whirs, clicks]

[muted conversation]

[crowd clamoring]

[tense music playing]

[phone vibrates]

-What?

[Hart] We have a major problem

on our hands.

-What did you say?

-Operative 3519 has snapped.

He's going for the president.

-[g*nsh*t]

-[b*llet thuds]

[crowd screaming]

-[clicks]

-[b*llet shell clinks]

[crowd screaming]

-[man] Go!

-[overlapping shouting]

-[cars rev]

-[man] Go, go, go!

[loud expl*si*n]

[tires screech]

[crowd screaming]

[siren wailing]

-[indistinct shouting]

-[siren wailing]

-[coughs]

[siren wails]

-Let's go! Let's go!

-Come on! Come on! Come on!

Get him in!

Come on!

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

-[panting]

-Where did that ambulance

come from?

Where did that ambulance

come from?

They're kidnapping

the president!

Stay on them!

[thuds]

-"Come to Malta," they said.

"An easy mission," they said.

"It will be fun."

[revving]

[siren wailing]

-Stay calm, sir.

Everything is under...

control.

[tense music playing]

[tense music buildup]

[siren wailing]

-What the hell are they doing?

[siren wailing]

-[taser zapping]

-[both grunting]

[taser zapping]

-[both grunting]

-[thudding]

-[siren wailing]

-[tires screeching]

[grunting continues]

-[taser zapping]

-[Selina grunting]

[grunting]

-[tires screeching]

-[thudding]

[groaning]

-We have g*nshots.

Repeat, we have g*nshots.

-Stay on them.

-[siren wailing]

-[vehicles revving]

-[grunts]

-[glass shatters]

-[Selina grunts]

-[grunts]

[both grunting, panting]

[grunts, groans]

-[siren wailing]

-[vehicles revving]

[grunting continues]

-TBD.

[grunting continues]

-[grunting]

-[groaning]

-[siren wailing]

-[tires screeching]

[groaning]

[grunting, groaning]

-[Selina grunts]

-[yells, groans]

-[tires screech]

-[yelps]

[grunts]

[thuds]

-[tires screeching]

-[vehicles revving]

-Where are they going?

-[siren wailing]

-[vehicles revving]

[car horn honks]

-Fire on the target.

[tires skidding]

-They have nowhere to run.

Keep following them.

[tires skidding]

-Brace yourself!

We're coming in hot!

[tires screeching]

[loud crash]

[debris rumbles]

[tires screech]

[loud explosions]

[loud expl*si*n]

-They've gone underground.

-They could be anywhere.

There's hundreds of tunnels

all across this island.

We lost the president.

-[Selina] You alright?

-[Tony] Yep.

-[sighs]

[whispers] f*cking sh*t.

[grunts]

-You're late.

-[scoffs]

Sorry. Stopped for coffee.

-Good work, boys.

[engine stops]

[van door slams]

-[Ryder panting]

Come. Here. Come here.

Come, come, come.

[sighs] Come here.

Come on. Come on.

Come here.

-[breathes deeply]

-Okay. Let me see.

Let me see.

-I'm...

-Are you okay?

-I'm okay.

-Look at me.

-I'm okay.

-Look at me. Look at me.

[exhales]

-[Selina sniffles]

-I got you.

I got you.

-[kisses]

-[pants]

-I got you.

-We did it.

-[kisses]

-We did it.

-[softly] Yeah.

-We did it.

-[softly] We did it.

-[chuckles]

-Come on.

[tense music playing]

-[breathing heavily]

So...

are you gonna k*ll me?

I don't know what you're after

but, uh, you must know

that my country

w-will not give in

to t*rrorists.

-All due respect, Mr. President,

your country is littered

with t*rrorists.

-[breathes shakily]

You're American.

-I am.

-So what are you?

S-some kind of traitor?

Who are you working with?

-The United States Government,

Mr. President.

At least I used to.

-Under whose command?

-Colonel Hart.

-[scoffs]

So who the hell are you?

-I'm just a man making a stand

for his country, Mr. President.

-So what do you want from me?

-A confession.

[melancholic music plays]

[brooding music buildup]

[footsteps approaching]

[Ryder]

I read that Greek philosophers,

the Stoics,

were virtuous people.

Wanted to possess wisdom

and temperance,

courage, justice.

-Do you see yourself

as a good man?

-I don't know.

I hope my brother will be proud

of what we did here today.

[footsteps receding]

-As politics has been rocked...

-[speaking French]

-[speaking Italian]

-I want to do something

that no American president

has done in the past few years.

I'm gonna take

full responsibility

and tell the truth.

As you know,

when my administration began,

I made certain promises,

promises that my leadership

would herald

a new era

of international cooperation,

harmony, and trust.

Sadly,

I failed to achieve

what I hoped to achieve

and some of the old,

unacceptable ways continued

under my administration.

I have to stand before you

to admit...

that I have fallen short

of what I hoped to achieve

for our great country.

[car horn honking]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[tires screech]

-Mother--

[loud explosions]

-[fire crackling]

-[police blowing whistle]

[soft acoustic music plays]

[somber song playing]

[song cross-fades]

[dark music playing]

[music fades]