Submerged

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Imagine if you could sear images

straight into the brain's neocortex.

Imagine if you could sear images

straight into the brain's neocortex.

You'd only process incoming

information...

...the way I programmed you.

You'd only process

incoming information...

...the way I programmed you.

I speak, you listen. I order...

...you obey.

Mind control.

How about some doughnuts?

If you buy, I'll have

two glazed and a jelly roll.

Ambassador, first images

are in from the Predator...

...at the Caldern Vilas Naval Base

on the Atlantic coast.

Got any confirmation on the presence

of an underground lab?

Halt!

Halt! Stop it.

Halt.

Stay inside.

The Americans are watching.

Don't presume to give me orders.

Predator detects subterranean

venting either side of this entrance.

The catchment dam

must be their cover.

Somewhere under there is our lab.

Fire. Fire. Fire!

What's going on in there?

This guy may be able to tell us.

He showed up a few months ago.

That's the best angle

we've been able to get on him.

And those who have power

give orders.

You sought my protection.

So never forget that you

answer to me now. Okay?

Oh, I think of very little else.

F***er.

I mean, Hilan is just

an old-school warlord...

...overthrowing governments,

setting up firing squads.

So, what does this mystery guy offer

Hilan that he can't do for himself?

I need to tell the director something.

Maybe it's a local drug cartel.

All right. So the local drug cartel

bribes three Secret Service agents...

...to murder the ambassador?

- And then they shoot each other.

- No one bribed them.

They didn't have to. Autopsies

just came in. We got trouble.

Your mind processes information

in a descending order.

Sound and image

are at the head of the line.

Now, imagine if you could sear images

straight into the brain's neocortex.

Once these relays are triggered...

Maybe a code word or even a sound.

- You'd process incoming information

the way I programmed you to.

- I'm not getting this.

- Mind control, Mick.

Hey, dumb-ass, I think

we'd all appreciate it...

...if you kept your hands

away from the explosives.

- What do you say there, champ?

- Keeping it warm for you, Plowden.

- Hey, Hammond.

- Yeah, buddy?

- Keep an eye on friendly fire, will you?

- Sure thing.

Thanks, man.

How are you

holding up there, colonel?

I'm good.

Hey, Plowden.

I got a shitty feeling

about this one, man.

Well, that puts me

at ease, John. Jesus.

Come on.

We've been over this.

All right?

You checked it out. We're cool.

Look, I'm just missing my boy.

I know you are.

But listen, he's at home, safe and

sound, waiting for you to get back.

Yeah, you're right.

What about you? You get in touch

with Kathy before we took off?

Yeah.

Yeah, I tried calling,

but she didn't pick up.

I don't know.

Probably at her mother's.

- Or banging the neighbor.

- Or banging the neighbor.

Hey.

Come on, we're going in clean.

You know this.

No personals. All right?

Delta, ready to go.

Take care of this for me, please.

Jack Lord, come in.

Come in.

- Yo.

- Are we cleared for landing?

Red Leader, everything is clear.

Come join the party.

Roger that.

Lock and load, boys. We're on.

All right, let's move. Let's move.

Let's move. Go! Go! Go!

Where the hell

is our ground contact?

A civilian approaching,

We've been compromised.

Should we call the helo back?

Colonel Sharpe,

what are your orders, sir?

Colonel, your orders.

Colonel Sharpe, I need your orders,

sir. She's approaching, sir.

Colonel Sharpe, I repeat,

I need the orders, sir.

Hold it, guys, she's packing.

Sir, she's packing.

Sir, I repeat, she's packing.

I'm taking her out, sir.

- Moss, cover me.

- No, Plowden!

Cease fire. That's an order!

Everybody cease fire.

Put your guns down.

- Guns down.

- Get down. Get down.

Get down.

There you go.

Can you see her, Plowden?

Yeah.

It's your wife.

On the edge of the cliff.

She needs your help, Plowden.

Do you wanna save her life?

No matter what it takes?

Then you have to remember

this moment when we speak next.

- Am I clear?

- Yes, sir.

Very good.

This is three-five-niner

from Rieback Naval Prison.

Requesting permission to land.

What's the matter, Cody?

You forget how to salute?

Well, that's kind of frowned on where

I come from, down in the stockades.

You got mail.

We need it to disappear.

Oh, I see.

Let me ask you a question.

What kind of damn fool

do you think I am? I'm still in prison...

...for doing the same thing you're

about to ask me to do again.

You really wanna spend the rest

of your life in jail?

What about your family?

They're gone.

And your crew?

What about my crew?

I have the authority

to grant all of you a full pardon.

- Full pardon?

- A full pardon.

- And 100,000 a piece.

- All right, 100 grand each.

Covers crimes and back taxes.

- Who this?

- Target of interest.

Someone who we need

terminated on sight.

That's just terrible. I don't do things

like that. What if he not there?

Oh, he's there.

Along with five prisoners.

We need them brought back

for debriefing.

- Why?

- Because they might turn out...

...like some of your boys, Cody.

Thorns in America's side.

Who the f*** is this?

Agent Fletcher. He's along

for the ride, but you're in charge.

I'm tagging along to make sure you

get coffee and a change of clothes.

Where my crew?

Long time, sir.

I see you're not

wearing any handcuffs.

Yeah, well, I don't want you

to make any assumption...

...on what I've done

to get out of the handcuffs.

Is this gonna be like old times?

You gotta live

to talk about old times.

So why is the president giving us

our freedom and a Colt. 45?

You wanna stay in jail

and be buttfucked?

When I'm out of these shackles,

you'll be buttfucked...

...you cocksucking

wop motherf***er.

Listen, Uncle Sam needs us.

What that means is, he got something

sensitive that has to be done.

And if we do it right,

we're all free and a lot richer.

If we do it wrong,

ain't nobody know nothing.

And we're supposed

to trust you again?

Look, it's easy, you know.

You can come with me...

...we do it right,

we get out, we're free.

Or you could stay in jail

and get romantic with your boyfriend.

And what if we just take off?

- Yeah, what about that?

- What, and you gonna miss the party?

Come on.

Colonel Cody, I'm Dr. Susan Chappell.

I'm with the psychological unit.

Orders are to grab what's

useful from Lehder's lab...

...and destroy everything else.

- Big orders.

Well, she's your problem now.

Shouldn't you warn Cody's men about

what happened to the first team?

They're expendable.

And in case the agency

didn't let you know, so are we.

You ready?

- Let's go kill somebody.

- Okay. Let's boogie.

Nice uniform, Cody.

- What's in the bag?

- Apart from my condoms...

...probably enough explosives to blow

that dam from here to kingdom come.

All right, steady it down there,

right there.

The Clinton's gonna wait

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