What'd he say?
I think something about being a warrior, like you, but it's hard. Some of his words I can't make out.
Does he know Mohammed Aban?
Don't think so.
Try and thank him for the water. For filling our canteens.
See what he's wearing under his robe?
Looks like some kind of uniform. Maybe Soviet?
It's British. From the 44th Regiment of Foot.
I wonder where he got that? - More like when.
The 44th Regiment no longer exists.
The Hill of Bones. - What's the Hill of Bones?
In 1842 the British decided to move 4500 troops through a pass near here,
along with thousands of women and children and any merchant that was willing to go along.
In 44, according to the legend, 16,000 went into that pass.
Only one man came out of it.
He claimed to have witnessed Satan's Miracle.
It's just a legend.
So you're saying that that uniform is from that unit?
I don't see how that's possible. - But the insignia of the period?
They certainly match.
I'm going to have a look inside that cave.
Aban told me about a guardian. Could this be him?
If so, who is he guarding? Or what?
He's sitting right in the middle of a hotspot.
Low levels of the signature radiation everywhere.
He's been near it, that I know for sure.
The boys back at home are gonna want to see this.
Old bastard.
Jesus Christ!
Contact. Contact!
Shit. Jesus, Cole, you ripped this guy up.
Cole, what happened?
I saw fighters.
Five, maybe six. He was talking to 'em right here.
Fuckin' swords and black pyjamas. They were fuckin' comin' right at me
Cole, tell me exactly what you saw. - When I put my goggles on I could see 'em.
He was talking to a group of them and they were right here and they were armed.
I swear.
There's nothing we can do now.
We need to beat feet. If he's got any friends, we need to be gone when they get here.
Come on, let's go. Shake it off, let's go.
Cole, let's go.
You believe me right? - Yeah.
What are you doing? You can't let him there.
Keynes, take care of that.
Abdul we have to go. It's too dangerous.
Hpw can you do this? You Americans just kill him for no reason.
We didn't mean to. It was an accident.
We have to bury him. It is a bad luck for us.
Abdul, listen, we have to go. There could be enemies around, oaky?
Please, come on.
An unsettled silence has fallen over the group since we broke camp
It's hard to determine if the guys are more concerned
about what Cole did, or what he saw.
Hey, Pete. Take five.
Oh fuck. My stomach feels like shit right now.
Wipe your face. You're dehydrated.
Drink this. - Don't worry about it, Degs.
What the fuck? That's not funny, man. I didn't do anything, man
I filled this thing up with water last night. - Fuck, man.
What the hell's going on here?
We filled this shit up.
We have been cursed. I tell you. - Abdul take us to the oasis now.
No-one likes to admit that they may be losing control.
But it's harder when you feel that everyone around you is too.
Fuck, this thing is worthless. It's not even tracking.
What's fucked up, man? We should be getting a good reading up here, right?
Has that thing shit the bed?
Something is wrong. - What is it, Abdul?
This is wrong. I don't remember this valley.
Don't fuck with us, Abdul. You said there was a spring up here.
Yes, but the terrain has changed.
So what's the deal?
Abdul here is lost. - Why am I not surprised?
This is that peak. Which puts us on
this ridge. - Okay I'll buy that.
So where's that?
You got a bad map? - It may not be 100 %.
But I find it hard to believe they lost an entire terrain feature
This makes no sense. I'm sorry.
You shouldn't have paid this guy up front, Keynes?
He's going off memory, okay?. - Yeah, I know, but we're paying this guy to be our guide
and we end up on the fuckin' moon.
Chief, we may be dealing with some sunspot interference or something like that.
It could take a day or two to clear up. - Sunspots don't explain sand in the canteens, man.
Alright. We're gonna find somewhere to hunker down.
We got no business humping around here in the daytime anyway. Let's go.
Maybe this is what it takes.
Getting completely lost first before you can find what you're looking for.
You alright, man? - No, man.
My stomach feels like it's eating itself from the inside out.
Can you hand me my Cipro? The front bottom pocket in my bag.
These?
You think we're cursed?
How do you smoke that shit with no water? - Easy, it's one of those new-fangled waterwick cigars
What are you doing, documenting our demise, Agent Keynes?
Why, sergeant? Do you plan on dying out here?
No soldier plans on dying.
Ain't this the shit? Stuck out here in the middle of the Devil's Asshole, working for the CIA.
So, what exactly is our objective, Agent Keynes?
Huh? Or should I say was our objective?
I explained this to you at the briefing, sergeant
Alright. Top secret.
Must be pretty fuckin' top secret for the CIA to send one of their own out here, huh?
I mean, usually you boys just phone in these clusterfuck operations
and we come in afterwards and clean up your mess.
I know a cover story when I see one.
So whatever the real mission is here, it had better damn well be worth it.
Because you don't wanna know what I'm gonna do to you if Ski died just to make you a better pay grade.
He died for his country, not for me.
Kenny, lighten up, mate. We're all in this shit together.
How d'you like that? You can always count on an Aussie to watch your back.
Degs, wake up.
Get off me!
He's dreamin'!
Are you alright?
Sit up.
I'm okay. - You alright?
Yeah, I'm okay. - Cole, take care of him.
Think it's dysentery? - No, I'm shitting all by myself right now.
If you've got anything up your sleeve, now would be the time.
I'm as thirsty as you are, chief.
Maybe this place is cursed.
Cover!
Go, go, go!
What the fuck is that?
Too high to be a truck. - Too quiet to be a helo.
Where's he going?
I don't see any bad guys. KT, take Cole and flank around these guys, see what's going on.
Yep.
Pete, watch our six. Make sure this isn't a diversion. We don't want anybody coming up our ass. - Okay, got it.
Stand by. Go.
Motherfuckers!
Cease fire! Cease fire!
Everybody stay down.
Did you see that shit, chief?
That voice in my head just cashed in.
Now, it's more important than ever to document everything
The Hill of Bones only had one man's story
But we'll have verifiable proof.
Chief.
- Jesus, is that all that's left?
What do you think it was? - I'm not sure.
It's definitely something we haven't seen before.
The Taliban, they don't have anything like that. Had to be the Soviets. Some experiment.
Chief, it's not a good place to be. We should break camp
Who knows when this thing's coming back.
If we don't find water soon, it ain't gonna matter
Hey, Degs - Hey, Wally.
We gotta move. You gonna be good to walk? - Yeah, I'm good.
What about him, though? - Abdul, let's go. We're movin' out.
God dammit!
Abdul, did you not hear ,me? I said we're leaving.
You are going to die. My grandfather was right.
We should not have come here. - Well, it's a little late for that now.
Get your shit and let's go. - I'm not going with you.
Don't be an idiot, Abdul. You break with us now, you'll die out here.
We are already dead. - I'm so sick and tired of this shit.
Nihilism may be a way of life for you people, but I'm not gonna put up with it when your with my team.
Hamer! What's wrong? - You need to talk to your man, Keynes.
He said... - Abdul, no!
Crazy son-of-a-bitch
Well, it's not like he was doing us much good. - We needed him!
For what? he's been leading us on a wild goose chase... - I'm telling you, we needed him.
Really? Well it certainly wasn't to find water. Or Aban for that matter.
It's more than that.
Why don't you tell us just what the fuck 'more' means.
It's on a need-to-know basis, chief. - You gotta be fucking joking me.
Who needs to know more than we do?
Hey, motherfucker! I just lost three men on this goddamned goose chase of yours!
I wanna know what the fuck is going on.
Tell us what's happening. What was that thing last night?
We don't know. - We?
What, you and those pinheads at Langley? - Look... chief,
all I can tell you is that I'm working for a special group inside the Company.
That's fuckin' beautiful. If I find out we're out here dying,
while you go on a little ghost hunt, I'll put a round in you myself.
We all have our orders to follow, chief. - Well, maybe you haven't heard,
dead men don't follow orders.
I want to tell them. In a way, I need to tell them.
I search my mind through all the protocol, all the secrets
and ask myself, What good does it do to die with this locked in my head?
What will the powers that be do with the information I'm sending them?
Mohammed Aban knows. He's always known.
And is he alive?
Keynes, what is it?
Stand by.
What is it? You see something?
I saw Mohammed Aban. - You kidding me?
Look.
What the hell is that thing? - I don't know.
But I think it's what killed your men, chief. It's what I've been looking for.
It's why I'm here.
I don't understand. Is it some kind of weapon? - We don't know.
Something Soviet?
Hey, we can't fight this thing if you don't tell us what it is.
Okay, sergeant. Get your guys.
How long have you been keeping an eye out for this thing?
Since we were here in the Eighties, when we were training the Mujahideen.
We tried to use this area to set up training camps.
But we found that most of it was dead.
What d'you mean, dead? - Nothing worked.
Radios, compasses, anything with an electromagnetic transmission.
So my group began to study it. But we couldn't figure it out.
Then in 2000, we saw something, an image.
A satellite image. - What did you see?
Have you ever heard of the Vimaanas? - No, I haven't.
I have. Quite common in East Asian folklore, especially in India.
It's kind of like a UFO, but in the shape of a triangle.
Alexander the Great even documented seeing them attacking his troops here.
He referred to them as 'flaming shields'. - So this is a fuckin' UFO hunt!
No, chief. This was identified. There is evidence.
We believe it to be a weapon of unimaginable power,
and that is why you and your men were recruited.
What good is it going to do if we find the thing and get killed in the process?
Not exactly a stellar recon, is it?
Okay, look, this is my connection to the outside world.
Your camera? What are you talking about, Keynes?
I have been relaying video optically, during our mission, using this laser uplink.
Terrific. Now you tell us.
So you people have been following us through this entire thing. You probably know where we are right now.
Chief, it's the only way we can obtain verifiable evidence.
We had no way of knowing if any of us would return.
This is insane. - This is a fuckin' suicide mission!
There's a big difference between suicide and sacrifice.
Truth! That's the fuckin' difference, you piece o' shit!
This is bigger than you and me, okay? Just relax.
I should put a fuckin' round in you for what you've done to my men!
Your men were patriots, chief. - They were my friends!
Fuck!
That's enough!
It doesn't have to be like this, chief. I'm not the enemy.
You might as well be..
I'm sorry, sergeant. I'm sorry.
I'm willing to die for my country, but this...
I don't know if this is life or death.
Maybe it's something in-between.
Keynes, get up. - What is it?
The chief is gone. - How long?
I don't know. He left his rifle. I don't know why he'd do that.
Well, we have to assume he's not coming back.
How's Degetau? - He's not good.
Can you at least use your uplink to tell whoever's at the other end to come and get him?
They won't come. - Take a look at him!
It's not like he's of any use on this mission. - We are the mission, sergeant.
Don't you see that? Our objective is to find these vimaanas,
their objective is to see what happens when we do.
The end justifies the means. - Yeah? Well, that's the problem, isn't it?
Is that we never seem to reach the end.
We gotta keep going.
Is that what I think it is? - It's the Hill of Bones.
Unbelievable.
Feels like we're in Hell out here. - Close enough.
I have no doubt that this is the footprint we saw from space.
Man's fate piled up in an ancient heap in front of us.
Is this a message, a warning? Am I the messenger?
What's wrong? - Look.
My God. It's them!
Oh God! Oh, fuck!.
How are we supposed to fight something like that?
Well, we don't.
I gotta go, okay?
Before it gets too dark.
You late for a meeting?
Motherfucker.
I can't carry you, Vince. - Better get goin' then.
You're a good soldier. Your country would be proud.
My country will never know who I am.
Goodbye.
Something is telling me to keep walking.
The search for water, or something else.
I really don't know any more.
I seem to know the direction, but not the destination.
Am I being led here, or is it a pitiful attempt to die with dignity?
Is there even such a thing any more?
Go to your God like a soldier.
He will save us all.
Okay, Stacey, let's start with when your husband left.
Can you tell us anything about this mission he was on?
It was a just little over a year ago, last November.
He didn't tell me much about his missions, as he was in the CIA.
But I do know that he was in Afghanistan and he was looking for one person in particular.
Your husband was part of a special group within the CIA, correct?
Yes, that's what he told me.
Do you know of anyone else who is part of that group?
Well, I know he was meeting a team out there
and that they were going to help him look for Mohammed.
But I don't know who they are.
Nobody seems to know anything.
I don't get it. How can they just forget about him like this?
He dedicated his life to his country.
That journal you're holding, is that the only evidence you have of him during this time?
Yes. It was sent to me a few weeks after he left.
I know it's his. Even though most of it's in code, I recognose his writing.
I just want to know if he's still alive.