Outpost: Rise of the Spetsnaz

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Outpost 3:
Rise of the Spetsnaz (2013)

They who have been, will

never be forgotten.

EASTERN FRONT, March 1945

This is this the place?

Dolokhov, this road

doesn't go anywhere.

Just because it isn't here,

doesn't mean it isn't out there.

But these are

German field plans.

If the Wehrmacht had positions in this

forest, they would be marked there.

No. Trust me, Arkadi.

Marked or not, somewhere

down there is a German camp.

So...

Next time someone

comes down here...

We bury them...

...deep.

OUTPOST - OPERATION SPETSNAZ

We wait for the signal.

Blitz 1. Five

kilometers from base.

Nothing to report.

Velk units receiving.

Perimeter secure.

Nothing to report.

Three light vehicles. 15 men.

Kill them all.

We are under attack!

We're under attack!

Run for cover!

You lying Russian dog.

So, you had friends after all.

We hunt.

Voronin! On lookout.

A little German fledgling.

Gimmie!

You know, it doesn't matter

how I f*** you Nazi b*tches.

A**hole or bullet hole.

In the end, you all

scream just the same.

You're colder than Mother Russia's love.

You know that, Osakin?

That b*tch, she wouldn't know

the meaning of the word.

Listen to you all, like poets. Too

bad Stalin made you soldiers.

These bastard's boots are

tied to the kwagos c*nt.

Give it here. I'll treat you.

Please. Do you know how many

gold rings I already have?

It's not just a ring

I'm offering you.

There's a wife to go with it.

I thought it was ammo,

weapons maybe, but...

These men were not pallbearers.

I don't know...

But if all this came from a place

that doesn't even exist on the map...

These are cards the Nazis

wanted to keep very close.

We have an escort.

Fyodor! Osakin! To the trees!

F***ing Fritz. Go! Go!

Go!

Go!

Move!

Fyodor!

Run!

Kostya, go!

Sh*t.

This is important. These... This

must arrive at High Command!

Yeah? You know what to look for?

Remember that,

Osakin! Then go!

Go!

So, this is one of the

infamous Red Guard.

Your existence is

almost as a mythic.

But your skill is undeniable.

All these special operations...

Your unit has been making

quite the nuisance of itself!

Assassinating our officers

with virtual impunity.

If you're afraid of wolves...

Don't go into the woods.

I'm sorry, do you

mind if I smoke?

Your comrades...

They split up.

They are gone somewhere?

To rape your wives.

And cut your children's throats.

There are two ways that you will

tell me what it is you know.

Either way, you will tell me.

Always the hard way...

You heard the man!

Cry havoc! Let loose the dogs!

Not so tough now? You

Bolshevik bastard!

- Where'd you think you are going, aye?

- We'll figure it out together.

Potrovsky.

This one we keep for Strasser.

F***.

Hell is a cold place after all.

No use. That glass

is reinforced.

I checked it.

- Anything else?

- Not much.

We're underground.

Who knows how deep.

One thing...

For a place who stinks

so badly of death

There's no sign of vermin.

No droppings, no scent.

Yes.

And you know you're in trouble

when the rats have abandoned ship.

And then there's this guy.

A Yankee.

Hey, easy man, easy!

I'm a friend.

- Rogers.

- Call me Captain.

Nobody else does.

Do you know how to get

out of here, Captain?

Yes, sure.

- I can get through that door anytime I want.

- Let us worry about the door.

So what is it then, all of this?

This... son...

This is a goddamn

Lazarus Project.

They got plans here...

To make dead men stand and raise

their right hand to Hitler too.

Whole place is purpose built.

One giant machine.

Which is why it has

a cooling system.

Air ducts, service shafts,

all interconnected.

- And you can navigate them?

- I got in here, didn't I?

- You a spy?

- F*** an A.... O.S.S.

Arkadi, what about this?

I swear, boys,

I ain't seen crap this bad since I

crawled through a sewer in Paris.

Might we give your jaw a rest

and put your back into this?

Sure thing...

Though you really want to lift

from the knees, that's the trick.

Sh*t.

And then... there was light.

Subject 9 prepared for release.

Let the games begin.

We're in trouble now.

- What the hell is that?

- I told you, they got plans.

They're testing this chemical, see.

This serum.

And this here, it's

a killing jar.

Their own small Coliseum.

And right now, we're

the Christians.

- Kostya.

- And here come the f***ing lions.

Kostya!

Those dogs won't hunt, we will!

Direction.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Now that is what I call

teamwork, gentlemen. High five!

If you're going to use

my men as bait...

try showing yours how to fight!

I keep saying it...

In this process, all the

components must be right.

That man was a cake

decorator from Bavaria.

Send in the child killer.

- I think you just pissed him off.

- [????]

No! Whatever happens,

Fyodor, you stay down.

- Welcome to the war.

- Okay.

This cooling system leads

to the surface, right?

Yeah, eventually.

Then you're no more use to us.

Forget the subject.

Let us see what this Russian

is truly capable of.

Arkadi.

Bravo.

Stalin's dogs live up to

their reputation yet again.

Oh, I'll kill you.

I must say...

I expected better from

our American guest.

He did after all...

look more Aryan than

the rest of us...

put together.

Apologies for your friend,

but steel sharpens steel.

And in the end...

I'm afraid his peasant stock

didn't meet our requirements.

This man is talking.

Look at him:
calm, controlled...

And yet ferocious.

The wolf indeed.

This. You see this!

This is the kind of aggression

we need to harness!

Some men are too

weak for the war.

Others simply aren't

controllable.

But a few...

They are made for it.

What we couldn't do with

a thousand men like you?

Men who stare down bullets.

Who know...

the war...

is not so bad.

Only...

endured.

And that...

the best we can do...

is embrace death.

Fall out!

March!

Aw, come on, look on

the bright side...

At least now you get to die

for something worthwhile:

The glory of the Reich.

That's a very dark look.

What are you thinking?

That you should all surrender.

Oh, I think not.

I've seen your Russian mercy and

your demand for total surrender.

No.

We must stand and fight.

We must make monsters.

We know your countrymen tried to make

the perfect soldier themselves once.

To splice human and ape genes.

And create a

stronger individual.

Unfortunately for you...

Stalin is as scared of science

as he is of religion.

He didn't appreciate that...

one must confront ones fears...

in order to conquer them.

To harness nature we

must first break it...

to pieces and rebuild

them in our own design.

As with all things,

where Russia fails,

we shall triumph.

Some would call it a

blasphemous kind of alchemy.

All I can say is...

that it's messy work...

with lots of mistakes.

Hah!

Are you ready with

the injections?

Those samples you

stole the other day.

They were of little consequence.

The whole convoy, in fact, was

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