Olympus Has Fallen Page #4

and they're well-organized.

But I guess you

know that already.

Get that over to Langley.

Yes, sir.

So, what have you got?

Talk to me.

They want us to recall the Seventh

Fleet and pull our troops out.

Oh, is that all?

A Cerberus code

has been entered.

What's Cerberus?

That's classified.

Classified?

Really?

Well, right now I think I have the

proverbial need-to-f***ing-know.

Cerberus is a highly

classified military protocol.

A three-pronged fail-safe in the case

of an inadvertent nuclear launch.

It allows us to access the self-destruct

mechanism in our ICBMs in-flight.

So even if one of our nuclear

warheads was launched

and we wanted to abort...

Cerberus is

the only way to stop it

from reaching its target.

No one person has

all three codes.

It's parceled out

to the President,

Secretary of Defense and the

Chairman of the Joint Chiefs.

All of whom are in the

President's bunker right now.

With those codes, they can destroy

any long-range nuke that we fire.

And that will make America

vulnerable to a nuclear strike.

So, change the codes.

We can't.

Cerberus was designed as a

self-contained, total-isolation system.

The only way to change the code is

physically on the computer itself.

Which is located in

the President's bunker.

So, now we know why they

wanted the President's son.

The President will hold

out as long as he can.

But if they get his son,

if they hurt him...

Well, nobody could hold out

under those circumstances.

So, find Connor,

get him the hell out of there.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Forbes.

Who is that?

Show him.

Mike Banning.

And who might that be?

He was on the President's

protection detail for a few years.

Are we worried about him?

Hell, no.

No.

He should be.

Find Banning now!

He's not here.

We've completed search

of the living quarters.

Did Truman gut the White House

interior in 1948 or '49?

I believe it was '49.

Steel frame over

the old stone walls. Yes?

He's in the walls.

Connor.

Shh!

How are you doing?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I see this is still your

favorite hiding place, huh?

Two seconds.

I've got Sparkplug.

Finally, some good news.

He's safe.

I'm bringing him out.

What about my dad?

Your dad's gonna be fine, okay?

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

We're gonna get him outta here.

Okay?

Yeah.

All right.

Let's get outta here.

You ready to haul ass?

Yeah.

Okay, stay close.

Come on.

Okay, come on.

All right, kiddo.

Keep an eye out, okay?

Watch my six.

Jacobs.

Okay, I have Sparkplug.

He's coming out in a ventilation

shaft in the northwest corner,

ground floor.

Have the green party waiting.

We'll be there.

How are you gonna

fit through that?

You're coming with me, right?

I gotta go get your dad.

All right?

Now, listen, you can do this.

Now, you remember the chimney climb I

taught you on the Rose Garden wall? Yeah?

So, that's all it is. Okay?

It's one foot against the front

wall, one foot against the back.

Now, all the way to the top.

Mike?

Yeah.

I'm scared.

Yeah, me too.

But you're gonna

get through it.

You're one of us now.

It's yours. Put that on.

Now, I'm counting

on you, kiddo.

Okay.

Good man.

All right. Let's go.

There you go, kiddo. I'm

gonna push you on up, okay?

I'll see you on the other side.

Okay.

Now, keep movin'.

Sparkplug is on his way up.

Whoa, Jacobs, hold on.

Connor, wait up.

False alarm. Go.

Okay.

He's coming out, Jacobs.

Hold your position.

Hostiles in the area.

Go, go, go!

It's clear.

Set one. Going in.

You okay?

Coming out. Cover us.

Hostile moving

toward the ledge. Hustle up.

Oh, my God.

Sparkplug received.

Good job, Banning.

Now, let's see if we can

get the President out.

Roger that.

I want to reassure

all Americans

and everyone around the world

that despite today's events,

our government

remains 100% functional.

We know that

the President is alive.

To our friends, we are grateful

for your loyalty and support.

As a nation, we are never

stronger than when tested.

We will remain

united and strong.

God bless you all, and God bless

these United States of America.

Okay, a**hole. Yo. Hey.

Who's running the show?

Hmm?

Oh, you speak English? They teach

you that where you come from?

'Cause you know

what they teach me?

Is how to extract information

from people like you.

That's funny, huh?

No, it's funny.

I know. I get it.

Yeah.

I guess I'm a little rusty.

I liked your friend, though.

He seems like a funny guy.

What's your leader's name?

Oh, I'm sorry. Here.

How many men you with?

In English.

His name is Yeonsak Kang.

He's the head of the KUF,

the paramilitary organization.

No surprises there. 40

commandos breached the gate.

28 are left.

How do we know we can

trust the information?

I just asked them nicely.

Kang Yeonsak?

Sir, this is one of the most

wanted terrorists in the world.

He was brought across the DMZ as a

child after his father was executed

for crimes against

the North Korean state.

While they were crossing

the border, his mother was

killed by an American landmine.

This guy masterminded the 2004 bombing

of the British Embassy in Seoul.

And he funneled Pyongyang uranium

enrichment technology from Pakistan.

He's never before been

photographed or identified

by any Western

intelligence agency.

Well, Jesus Christ, nobody

ever thought to look for him

inside the South Korean

government.

Look, I don't care who he is.

With a force that size,

I have men who can

sweep 'em out in short order.

Sir, this is not

going to be a cakewalk.

These sons of b*tches

are pretty f***ing tough.

I've got the toughest

f***in' guys in the world.

What we need to know is how

to get into that bunker.

Once those blast doors close, you don't.

It's nuclear hardened.

Now, there used to be some old tunnels,

but they were sealed up years ago.

Sir, your men need to know

what the hell

they're dropping into.

Do not launch anything

until I do some recon.

Agent Banning.

Yes, I know who you are.

Welcome to my house.

Hey, a**hole.

What took you so long?

You're the one that let

the First Lady die, no?

And soon, the President.

Failure seems to be

a habit with you.

Yeah, well.

Maybe I owe you

for giving me the chance

for making up for that today.

I admire you for

acknowledging your failure.

But there's no going back.

Nothing you try and do

here tonight can atone.

Yeah, maybe not.

But I reckon f***ing your sh*t

up will be a pretty good start.

You may wanna take a headcount.

The bodies are piling up.

I have more than enough

men to finish the mission.

Oh, and by the way, if

you're looking for Connor,

he's on his way

to the baseball game.

How's your wife, Michael?

Leah. She's a nurse.

Saves lives.

Too bad she will

not save yours.

You know what? Why don't you

and I play a game of f*** off?

You go first.

Go kill him.

Madam Secretary.

Your Cerberus code.

No!

Ruth!

Your code!

You'll have to kill me.

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