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(coughs)

What if there's like a

nuclear bomb down there?

Chemicals and sh*t.

Could they want that?

(coughing in the distance)

Let's ask him.

Hang in there, Sully.

You're gonna be okay.

Yeah.

(groaning)

(screams)

David:
Who are you?

What do you want?

Who the f*** are you?

They're coming for you guys.

You don't stand a chance.

They ain't coming for you.

At the rate you're bleeding out,

you'll be dead in half an hour,

less if I intervene.

Go f*** yourself.

Go f*** yourself.

Why do they all say that, huh?

What are you gonna do with that?

(screams)

What's your objective?

F*** you!

(screams)

What's your objective?

Dallas:
You're wasting your time,

a**hole!

F***. What's he doing to him?

(screams)

What's your goddam objective?

- F*** you!

- F*** me?

F*** you!

(screams)

- Sully.

- David:
I can do this all day, pal.

Hey, Sully.

(groans)

I didn't exactly plan it this way.

(chuckles)

(whispers)

Oh, f***.

I can't go on that long

fishing trip I been planning...

all those things H! never see.

Soldier:
We're in position.

- Anything?

- No. I got nothing.

(phone rings)

- I'll get it.

- Yeah, go.

Yeah?

Operamr. SRT,

this is HQ. Galloway?

Yeah, speaking.

Operator:
We've got a mobile unit

moving in from the east.

You should see their

headlights any minute now.

- Scott:
You got anything?

- Jason:
Hold on.

Hey, Scotty.

Scotty, we got lights.

Yeah. I think they're here.

Thank you.

Good guys are here!

(chuckles)

What are you laughing at?

I know you...

Hendrix.

Sully.

Hey, Sully.

Sully.

(Dallas chuckles)

Boss.

Boss.

Sorry about your friend.

Let's get out of here.

Please tell me they're here already.

(radio chatter)

SRT 5. Galloway?

I need you and your team

to identify yourselves.

Tallahassee. Let's do this.

Down!

(gunshots)

ope" "P- Open!

Cease fire!

We're gonna need more men.

- How the hell did they know?

- Ryker:
I don't know.

I was there when Finn was on

the line. I thought they bought it.

That'Il be enough.

Beg your pardon?

Take it easy, sergeant.

We got the advantage here.

With all due respect,

I've already lost four of my men.

You're short one.

And I don't know why you guys

are keeping things so tight.

Three hours from now,

the next shift arrives.

Odds are not in our favor.

With all due respect, sergeant,

you're not the one with the money.

Neither are you, sir.

(snickers)

- (gunshot)

- (screams)

You wanna tell me why I did that?

Huh?

I did that because I don't

have time to stand around

and argue semantics with you.

You are an insubordinate

low level grunt.

You are a gun for hire.

This is my playground.

It's yourjob to make me happy

and, sergeant,

you have failed to make me happy.

(gunshot)

0y, you've just been promoted.

What's happening?

It looks like they're

covering up the cameras.

They shouldn't even know

those things are active.

Get them on the line.

That's all of them.

I still don't understand how

they can monitor anything.

Let alone intercept telephone lines.

They just have to emulate the signal,

run a little interference.

If they disabled the cameras

before the blast,

they could still be operational.

How did you know they weren't CRT?

- Hmm?

- How did you know they weren't CRT?

When I graduated from the academy,

there were six of us.

Our Call sign was "CALIBUS".

We did the nasty sh*t.

Sh*t that other units wouldn't touch.

A lot of fun.

But as the years went by,

things got unethical, out of control.

So I got out.

But the unit kept growing.

And I suspect this a**hole...

is part of the same team.

No one else is gonna say it.

I guess I will.

Those are our own

f***ing guys out there.

Fantastic.

You have any idea

who brought them here?

I have a good idea.

His name is John Korver, LCO.

About a month before

I transferred out,

our unit took down a local kingpin

that was laundering money

through a mining company in Jersey.

We caught on to him.

Made our bust.

But we lost a couple of guys.

Korver didn't take it so well.

He felt we were entitled

to a few extra zeros.

Just so happens our suspect was

rumored to be in possession of about

one hundred million in

Central American bearer bonds.

I knew the guy would

never give them up.

But Korver, he took three fingers off

him by the time the feds showed up

and nearly lost his badge.

Those bonds are still out there.

From what I hear, he's been

looking for them ever since.

Now, if Sully's right

about this place...

Then what better time

to come after them

than when 90 percent of our

resources are in the city.

(phone rings)

Sir.

- Yeah.

- Who am I speaking with?

Show me yours, and I'll show you

mine. What do you say?

Oh, you've got a sense of humor?

The door that my men were

attempting to breach, the one...

Yeah, the one with

the keypad and ladder.

We know.

There's a room in the sublevel

right below you. Archive number one.

In that room, there's a locker.

Locker 974.

You will retrieve the contents of

that locker and bring it out to me.

We will remain 30 yards away,

safety's on.

We will not approach until you have

resealed the door behind you.

Nobody else has to die.

You've got 20 minutes.

- What do you think?

- It's him.

What are you doing?

Reacquainting myself.

Brody, tear the cover off.

Ryke r.

Finn:
Holy sh*t.

That guy looks like Brody Walker.

Ryker:
Hendrix.

That's impossible, isn't it?

Just what the hell are

you doing here, Dave?

Boss.

Scott:
What's he doing?

Is he going out?

Hey.

Boss.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Just keep my six.

If anyone moves...

shoot them.

David.

Try not to get shot.

Hey, hey, hey.

Help me shut the door.

Soldier:
Target is in sight.

ls that really you, Dave?

Hello, John.

Good to see you, old friend.

Been a long time.

Not long enough.

What the hell are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be sitting

behind a desk somewhere?

What's the matter?

Don't you trust me?

You taught me better than that.

Well...

here I am.

So what's the plan?

You come out hereto

try to reason with me?

Something like that.

You haven't changed a bit, have you?

I want those bonds.

You know what they're worth.

You can still be in for say...

five percent

if you make the right choice.

It was never ours to take.

We are entitled to that money.

We earned that money with our blood,

blood of our brothers.

The same brothers you turned

your back on and walked away from.

Hey, folks.

You might wanna pay attention here.

You even know who this man really is?

He burns his friends.

I want guarantees.

We give you what you want...

and you let us walk away.

What you've got is 12 minutes.

This conversation's over.

Jason:
Come on.

Like I said...

good to see you, old friend.

Let him go.

Gina, cover the door.

Kid, come with me.

Come on.

It's a big f***ing hole.

David:
Take that. Stay behind me.

Brody:
This place stinks.

Creepy f***ing place, man.

This is it.

Holy sh*t.

- Yeah.

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