This is it, boys.
Metal Gear should be at the end of that elevator.
Judging from how long it took us to get here, launch preparations are almost complete.
We cannot let them launch that monster.
If Metal Gear is launched, it'll mean the end of the world as we know it.
We must prevent that launch at all costs.
Use any means necessary to make sure Metal Gear doesn't get out of the silo.
Nice of you to join us, Snake.
These are the Metal Gear engineers! You killed them!
No. They killed themselves.
They all despaired of their crimes and decided to die.
Crimes?
You mean the fact that this is all a Pentagon conspiracy?
Conspiracy?
I see. Cunningham must have spilled his guts.
The poor fool. He died never realizing he was only a puppet after all...
Aren't you the puppet, Gene?
The Pentagon was trying to get rid of the CIA.
Wrong.
I've known everything from the very start.
The Pentagon's plans... that Cunningham would betray me...
Everything.
I simply used it to my own advantage, for my real plan.
Real plan?
I won't be launching Metal Gear into the Soviet Union. -What?
The Pentagon must have been prepared for the possibility
that Cunningham might fail to erase the evidence.
They're probably in negotiations with the Red Army as we speak.
Even if I launched Metal Gear into Russia now,
it wouldn't trigger a war.
If Russia isn't the target?
Then...
...what is?
Virginia, U.S.A.
...The CIA headquarters at Langley and the Pentagon,
the Philosophers' twin lairs will be obliterated.
You're launching a nuclear strike against America!? But if you do that...
Chaos will be created on an unprecedented scale.
Worst case scenario: America ceases to exist as a nation.
The existing world order crumbles.
And Russia won't escape unscathed, either.
Metal Gear will have been launched from a Soviet nuclear missile base.
Under a storm of international criticism,
the Warsaw Pact will lose its sway over the Third World.
It may even faced armed conflict with NATO.
Why? Why would you do that?
To free the world from the Philosophers' control.
I'll create a new global balance of power of my own design.
My goal of building a new nation of mercenaries with only the most capable soldiers is real.
But this peninsula is not the right place for it.
Our nation will be an organization of shadows, without shape or form.
We will lurk deep underground and intervene in conflicts all over the world.
History will be ours to control.
I will accomplish what the hollow shell of the Philosophers could not
with a superior breed of soldier.
This organization will be the true "peninsula of the dead".
I call it "Army's Heaven."
Army's Heaven...
I will not allow the world to be a playground for abstract national interest
and petty political gambits.
I will use superior force of arms to achieve superior force of will.
Thus I will make the world whole again.
For I am the Successor, and this is my calling.
You're nothing but a dictator!
What?!
You use fear to keep your soldiers in line. You use words to deceive your allies.
You exploit those who look up to you as a mentor and then you throw them away!
The country you're building is no heaven for soldiers.
The place they're looking for is outside your "heaven."
Open your eyes, Snake.
This is our calling. It's all part of a greater mission.
Compared to this calling, the individual wills of individual soldiers are meaningless.
Those who have no calling must be given one by those who do.
They must follow the teachings of those with a greater will.
- I suppose that'd be you? - It is my calling.
And I will bestow it upon others.
The countless masses with no wills of their own must devote their lives to a higher cause.
They must give up their trivial lives, their petty contentment!
They must sacrifice all their energies to the cause
- pour their feeble lives into it. As The Boss once did.
You're full of yourself, Gene. You're not worthy to speak of The Boss.
So... You never knew.
What are you talking about?
Six years ago, during Operation Snake Eater,
Volgin launched an American nuclear missile at Sokolov's research lab.
This caused a change in plans,
and the U.S. government had to assassinate its own operative,
The Boss, to prove its innocence.
And you were the assassin, Snake.
Do you really think Volgin committed that terrible crime of his own will?
What?
It was all a setup from the very beginning.
Volgin launching the nuke... The Boss' death...
Even your mission in Groznyj Grad, Snake!
It was all the work of your country and a single, deviously cunning strategist.
You're saying it was all a setup? By who!?
The Boss gave up her life, even if someone else willed it.
She sacrificed her own life for her calling.
It was a noble act.
Answer me! Who set it up?!
You don't need to know the answer.
Snake, the only thing you need is a calling.
Your country can't save you. Neither can your old teacher,
nor your so-called friends.
Join me, Jack.
I will give you your calling.
I'll find my own. You and your phony ideals can go to hell!
You are a soldier after all.
It seems we'll never see eye to eye.
Well, then...
- The time for talk is over, Snake! - Stop!
You're too late. All preparations for Metal Gear's launch are complete.
What the...! Who?!
Ursula!
Stay out of my way, Ursula.
Nuclear warheads must never be used. They are terrible weapons.
Everything dies.
People... Animals... Trees... The earth...
Even today they suffer still.
I know their pain. Their suffering. Their cries, their hatred.
Ursula? Or is it Elisa?
You read my thoughts, Ursula.
I let down my mental defenses thinking you were dead. But it's no use.
You can read my mind, but you can't keep up with my body!
Elisa!
I'll have to find another way.
Gene, stop!
Snake... They've already input the trajectory for Metal Gear.
There's a backup launch control in a nearby room...
Gene is going to use it... Stop him...
I will.
Don't try to talk.
Don't worry... I'm OK...
Snake... Ohh...Snake...
Everything is clear now.
The futures we saw were one and the same.
Snake...
You will destroy Metal Gear...
And you will create a new Metal Gear in its place...
Your children...
Les Enfants Terribles..
Snake...
Your son will bring the world to ruin...
Your son...
will save...
the world.
What are you trying to say, Elisa?
Elisa!
his is the end, Snake.
Metal Gear has already entered launch mode.
Trajectory calculations and target locations have been set.
No one can stop it now.
Not even you, should you defeat me.
But I know you won't let me go without a fight.
And I, too, have a reason to fight you.
To prove who I really am!
Let's find out who the true Successor is, Snake!
Let's finish this!
What's it going to be? Loyalty to your country...
Or loyalty to yourself?
Your country, or your old mentor?
The mission, or your beliefs?
Your duty to your unit?
Or your personal feelings?
Look at hoe much you've lost already!
What kind of country deserves this much loyalty, snake?
Time to get down to business... brace yourself.
Who of you can say that tomorrow you won't be aiming your riles
at your neighbors? Your comrades? Your families?
Is these no one who has a grudge against you?
No one who mocks you?
No one who really needs you?
Is there no one out there who would kill you?
I don't believe it...
A product of the Successor Project... beaten
by a flesh-and-blood man like you.
It seems that you are the true successor of The Boss.
That story about "soldier genes"...
Perhaps it was true after all.
You are the true Successor...
I don't know what you're babbling about, Gene.
How do I stop Metal Gear from launching?
Don't bother...
Once the launch countdown has started, there's no way to stop it.
Get out of here, Snake.
- And take this with you. - What's this?
The equipment, personnel, and funds I amassed in secret to build Army's Heaven.
All the data is stored on that film.
- No one else knows about it. - Why are you giving me this?
Because you and I are the same.
Some day, you'll be glad you have it...
The one who fights and survives must carry on the legacy.
Such is our fate.
Go, Snake. I've said everything I need to.
You are the one who will inherit my genes.
You are the true successor.
Be loyal to yourself...
Go forth. And find your own calling.
Gene
Sokolov, do you read me? The countdown for Metal Gear has started!
The control panel is locked out and won't respond. How do I stop it?
I can see from here that the control circuit has been locked.
But Metal Gear's solid rocket motor
doesn't have a post-ignition fuel control mechanism.
Once it goes into launch mode, there is no way to stop it!
I don't care if I have to destroy this whole base, as long as it stops the nuke!
If you can dismantle the Metal Gear unit itself before ignition,
- you may have a chance... - The Metal Gear unit?
You mean that thing that's attached to the missile warhead?
Metal Gear is no mere nuclear missile.
It is jettisoned from the booster at 3000 feet above the target
and parachutes down to the ground.
After that, it launches its payload of miniature nuclear warheads.
By destroying the Metal Gear unit before takeoff,
you can prevent a nuclear strike even if you can't prevent the launch.
However, the Metal Gear's designers anticipated this, gave it armor thicker than a tank's.
And should the rocket itself be damaged, the entire silo could explode!
Looks like I'm about to be burnt to a crisp.
But I can't sit here and let the world be destroyed!
Damn! It's not working!
What are you doing?! Those weapons won't do any good!
Get out of here before you're caught up in the blast and killed!
You risked your life to save our Motherland!
Now it's our turn to defend your country!
You've given us a real reason to fight, Big Boss!
All right...
Snake! Snake, do you read me? Metal Gear...
Metal Gear its on its way!
You did it, Snake.
You succeeded in destroying Metal Gear!
Metal Gear has deviated from its course and is in free fall.
Sensors show that the nuclear warhead launch tubes have been shut.
Well done, Snake!
Snake...?
Impressive.
I never imagined they'd have a facility like this right underneath the CIA.
Back when FOX was around, I wouldn't have been able to sneak down here.
I've been sent to meet you, Mr. Director.
And who are you?
My name is ADAM. Remember me now?
At last, we meet in person.
ADAM... The triple spy for the Philosophers.
So you're Ocelot... You say you're here to meet me?
That's right.
We confirmed that Metal Gear entered launch mode.
The first wave of nukes should arrive here within thirty minutes.
I'm aware of that. I'm heading for the shelter as soon as I can.
But I can't leave these documents here.
Documents? Related to the Philosophers?
Yes. A list of members, along with data,
locations of portions of the Legacy stashed around the world.
So long as we have these -
even if the United States does perish in an atomic storm -
the Philosophers will be born again.
Splendid.
That's exactly what I wanted to hear.
What the hell are you doing?!
You're not planning to betray the Philosophers, are you?
Betray? No,
I'm not going to betray them. I'm going to end them!
Then we'll take back what you stole from us..
We will carry on the spirit of the true patriot
The true patriot?
It's all part of our plan to make the world she envisioned a reality.
And so I've come for the other half... of the Legacy!
Snake.
I heard they gave you quite a welcome back home.
Campbell... you healing up all right?
Yup. Nearly good as new.
Can't wait to get out of here, though - that nurse is an unholy terror.
It's all your fault for pushing a wounded man too hard.
What about Frank, the child soldier from Mozambique?
He's alive, though he's a mess both mentally and physically.
I guess he'll be in the hospital for a while.
After that, I don't know.
He may never be able to go back to leading a normal life.
So I hear they did a cover-up job on FOX's rebellion?
..Yeah. They're saying I was sent out to take down a Soviet Missile base...
- That's it. - Can't say I blame them.
After all, how do you share the news that the U.S. homeland was facing nuclear attack?
Don't beat yourself up over this, Snake.
You did your country a great service.
You deserve that medal. No one knows that better than you and I.
Yeah...
- So what will you do now, Snake? - I don't know.
- But I realized something. - What's that?
I'm not living unless I'm in battle.
So I have to find my own reason to fight.
I have to pass on what's been handed down to me...
Take care, Snake. We'll meet again someday.
Well, I'll be damned.
So it was you who was feeding me information.
Yes, the DCI's death should pass as suicide.
They'll claim he did it because he felt responsible for the theft of Metal Gear.
We can look forward to a major shake-up on the seventh floor at Langley shortly.
It looks as if everything is going exactly the way you wanted it.
When the DCI saw the trajectory data you supplied
and found out that he was the target of the nuclear strike,
he brought the Philosophers' documents right to me.
Yes, we should have known Gene was serious about launching those nukes...
Seems our insurance policy came in handy after all.
He did quite well...
And now I've got the Legacy.
Is that all part of your script, too?
Using him and the FOX Unit like that...
Only you could have pulled it off. But...
You won't be using me anymore...
...Battle data...
...from the Perfect Soldier?
Genes...
genome...
...I see...
Intriguing...
I'll help you with the project.
But on one condition...
I want him to join us.
Yes, Big Boss...
So that we can become the Patriots.