Hey, man. Help a brother out.
Baker, do you copy? Okay.
Remember now, honey pie, 3:00 a.m. and $3,000,000.
Put the fear of God in them.
You'll hear me coming, Daddy.
Lester, you just try and keep your hands off your pecker, now.
What can I get for you?
What are you offering?
That depends what you have a taste for.
And if my taste runs toward musicians
who happen to have their own club?
Hey, that makes you an epicurean, baby.
Excuse me.
Mike Gooding, CYA Records.
I just listened to that set, man. Nice.
Very impressed, very impressed.
My man. Welcome to Little Jazz.
Thank you. Hey, you want to meet the band?
Sure.
All right. Enjoy the show.
Too much oil.
Excuse me?
You use too much oil.
You're wearing Caron Poivre, which is a good fragrance for you,
but it's being ruined by the oil.
Bravo. You're very good about the perfume,
but I don't use oil on my skin.
I didn't mention anything about your skin.
Think it's on the gun you're wearing.
I think tonight's gonna end very badly between us.
Overwatch, we got a vehicle pulling up.
Like a low-rent Cirque du Soleil-type thing.
It's being towed by a garbage truck.
That pretend street urchin smells like John Law from here.
Probably a couple hawks on the roof.
It's time to set your brother loose.
Dom, do you copy?
Overwatch.
What's wrong with this thing? I'm not getting anything.
Overwatch, do you copy?
Copy that.
Check it out. Copy that.
Osterberg!
Dumare, I got an agent down, I got an agent down. Dom. Dom.
Injuns 2, cowboys zero.
Okay, so we got some things on the date.
April 19th. On current or planned events we drew nothing, but historically,
Baker, some stuff came up.
Oklahoma City bombing took place on April 19th.
Both the Bay of Pigs and the siege at Waco ended April 19th,
and what a lot of Americans don't realize
is that April 19th was originally Patriot's Day.
But, Baker, April 19th was the day that Weed lost his family.
Jesus Christ.
What the hell is True Patriot?
From what I can glean, some kind of reverse PR campaign
against the United States on or around the time
of widespread international criticism of the US government.
So we already look bad, and this is supposed to make us look worse.
Okay, what kind of ops are we talking about?
Torture of prisoners in US custody, all photographed.
Radiation poisoning of a Russian official by the CIA.
Murder of an Iraqi family, supposedly by a US soldier,
and the bombing of a subway in an allied country
in order to sway support against the Iraqi war.
All carried out under the banner of True Patriot.
Prisoner torture, that's Abu Ghraib.
Radiation poisoning, Litvinenko.
Iraqi family murders, Mahmudiyah killings.
Train station bombings, Madrid subway attacks.
Look, I want you to dig deep on this.
Okay? I want bank accounts, I want anything and everything...
Already done. We got classic shells, offshore,
so no one who wasn't staring at them would ever connect them to True Patriot.
They're similar to the tracking accounts
this Hal Leuco character is using to go after Weed.
Nice.
Osterberg.
Hey! Don't shit yourself, son. It's just me.
Hi!
I look like that dude, the one in Platoon.
He's in Sniper. "One shot, one kill!"
All these gentlemen callers competing for your attention.
I like the single life.
Look, this situation, you know what they say.
2 heads are better than 1.
Bigger targets. I don't need your help.
Then why haven't you killed me already?
The night's still young.
Well, hello, handsome.
Walter, why didn't you tell me that today,
April 19th, is the day your wife and daughter died?
It hadn't occurred to me.
Someone says you're gonna die, the last thing you think about is the date.
Something's not right here, Walter.
You know how some people, they get a trick knee before it rains?
You see, I get this twinge in my gut and it's never let me down,
and right now it's telling me either you or this situation is full of shit.
Which one is it? Is it? That's outrageous, Agent Baker.
Yes, and I resent what you're implying.
I have given the better part of my life to this bureau and my country.
You have no right to speak to me this way.
Hey, paesan. You check out the Latina at the bar, man?
Sexy as fuck, but man, I don't trust it.
It's got this serious-ass black-widow vibe type thing.
I don't know about her bullet-head boyfriend, either.
Dom.
I'll keep an eye on her.
What's with you, man? You okay?
I'm fine.
All right, man.
Come on, come on. Move your sorry ass.
Time is a-wasting.
All right, spuds.
Fire in the hole.
What the hell was that? What?
Where's our generator? Fuck.
Are you serious?
Everybody be cool. A little power outage. Happens all the time.
Go with me on this.
Everybody freeze. This woman's a wanted criminal.
Who the fuck are you? Mike Gooding, FBI.
I've been following this woman for 3 days. She's a wanted murderer.
Now get Baker on the line.
Baker, you getting this?
Baker, do you copy?
Dom, did you get a movement order on this? Is he with you?
Man, fuck this.
Everybody relax, this fucking second.
Deep breaths, dry palms.
We're gonna take care of the situation.
I want everybody within the sound of my voice
to place their weapons on the ground.
Slowly.
I believe we's ranged.
Reload! Yeah!
Shit!
Someone's compromised this operation.
We were invisible. We were fucking invisible.
Wait! Wait till it's safe!
I'm not paid to play safe.
Fuck!
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Shit!
I should've listened to you.
Not my strong suit, I guess.
It never was.
Dumare, where is my overwatch?
Nick? Link's still down, sir.
Can anybody up there hear me? Osterberg? Abrego? Somebody?
Copy that, Chief. Our door is still sealed.
Locking mechanism unaffected.
You hold your position.
You kill anything you don't know. You understand me?
Jules, overwatch is down or dead.
I need full response, all available agents.
I repeat, full armed response.
Copy, Chicago field office deploying now.
Send me everything you got. We're under siege here.
I'm on it. Are you okay?
No, not at all.
Fuck!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, baby, go wide! Hit the deck!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hey! Check this one out!
That's not a close-quarters weapon.
You could've killed us all, shit for brains!
God damn it!
And that's for taking the Lord's name in vain.
I've been shot.
I've been gut shot. Abrego, please. Can't you see I'm dying out here.
Baker, I got Dumare on the other side of the elevator door.
Open the goddamn door! He's hit.
He needs medical attention immediately.
What the hell is he doing down there?
Dom, what are you doing in the bar?
Why aren't you at your post?
What's he doing? Abrego, keep that door sealed.
What are you talking about? He's hit. He's in a bad fucking way, man.
Stand down, Abrego. Bullshit!
What, are you fucking nuts? We gotta get him out of there.
Not till Baker gives the okay.
Do not open that door.
I'm feeling cold,
and I know that's really bad.
Wait, wait.
Now.
My eyeholes!
Dear me.
Baby Boy.
You did real good.
There's a time for tears, Daddy, but this ain't it.
There's money for the taking. $3,000,000 worth.
Do not open that door.
Step away, man.
Open the door.
Now! It's fucking Dom, for Christ's sakes.
I am not letting him die 3 fucking feet from me.
Stand down now! Abrego.
Abrego, this is a direct order. Hold on, Dom!
Do not open that door! Do you understand me?
Fuck.
I'm coming!
What the fuck, Dom?
You're not Dom.
Sir, I've got gunfire in the stairwell.
Proceed with extreme prejudice.
You are our last line of defense.
Hold your fire!
It's me! It's Dumare! I think I'm hit! These guys are on my ass!
I'm coming out!
Hell!
Jules, where's my backup?
They're en route. But, Zane, listen to me, the contractors...
Jules, the fucking ceiling is coming down.
The assassins targeting Weed all have extensive government kill sheets.
Wetwork for Uncle Sam.
So you're saying that they've targeted US government agents before?
No, that's just it.
All of the vendors have been classified "liquidator,"
and at one point or another have engaged in illegal covert activity
for the US government.
Do you hear me? They've worked for us.
Jules? Jules?
Shit.
You've been lugging that damn rocket around
like a Afghani at a fucking Bar Mitzvah! Shoot that sucker!
Hold on! Hold on down there! Hold your fire for a second!
Any of you want to see my sister's tits?
What?
How far away is tactical response?
It's 20 out.
Local PD's onsite in 3.
Just stay on it. Get my line back up.
What the fuck is that?
Sir?
I'm a businessman. I'm here to negotiate with Mr. Weed.
Stand down.
Relinquish your weapon and get in the prone position.
If you don't let me in, your man's no use to me.
Deal or no deal?
No deal.
God damn it, Bake. Open the door.
Shut up.
You're wasting time, and he's losing blood.
No matter what you do, I will not open this door
and if you kill that man, I swear to God, I will hunt you down.
Repeat. I will hunt you down like a dog
and kill you if it's the last thing I do.
I'll make sure that it is.
Will that door hold? It's got to.
If our intel's correct, 3 minutes, it's roll credits.
If he's not dead at 3:00 a.m. exactly, there's no payment.
Cheer up, Houdini. You're about to live through this.
Y'all mind if I crash your little party?
Eeny...
Walter! meeny...
miny...
moe.
Walter, you okay? Yes.
Nick.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Shit.
Look, okay, okay. No, no. No, no.
No, no, no. Cover his chest...
Cover his chest. Wound. Right here. Wound, wound, wound.
Okay, look at me. Breathe... You're okay.
What is happening to me? No, no, you'll...
No, no. Lay down, lay down.
No, no... Just breathe. Come on.
No, no. Open your eyes. Come on, Nick.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Fuck!
Hit him again, lummox. 2 more minutes and we're shit out of luck.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Get away from that goddamn door.
Hey, hey, hey.
This is a dead man's switch.
There's enough C-4 explosives wired to my chair
to bring down this entire bunker.
If I release this button, it detonates the explosives.
Okay, okay.
I can take him.
Hey... Take 3 steps back, okay?
Just stand down. Just hold on.
Requesting permission to terminate target.
No, Red.
Stand down. Red! He is a goddamn suicide bomber, Bake.
A dozen men are dead.
Red! No!
All right? Everything's cool.
Red, you okay?
Do I look like I'm fucking okay? No, you just shot me!
See? Red's okay.
Walter, you're a government official.
You're about to murder your own.
For the greater good.
There are men outside that door
that are wanted enemy combatants
directly aligned against our country.
They have engaged in the most heinous acts
ever perpetrated against the United States.
In 40 years, I have never had the opportunity to do anything heroic.
Walter, this isn't heroic.
This is sanctioned murder.
You're sweeping up for somebody, Walter, okay?
Hal Leuco fed you a line of bullshit, and now they're using you, Walter.
I am not being used. I lied to you.
I am well aware of True Patriot,
a vicious, coordinated assault by animals like Finbar McTeague
conducting tortures in the name of American interests.
He stages these sessions, photographs them,
and disseminates the pictures around the world.
And Ariella Martinez, mercenary,
well-versed in exotic poisons and toxicology.
She liquidates a Russian dissident with radioactive poison
used only by the US military.
Lazlo Soot. He murders an Iraqi family and pins it on a US soldier.
Those crazed hillbillies, the Tremors?
The True Patriot is a fabrication. Hal Leuco made it up.
They blew up a train station in Spain.
It swayed a major election, voted in a liberal president,
who then pulled his support on the Iraqi war.
191 people were killed today, and more than 2,000 were...
It seems the train targeted by the bombers were either in station or...
These are cold-blooded mercenaries and killers
in open warfare against our government.
They have been sent a contract on me to lure them here,
where I can terminate all of them.
Okay, Walter, wait a minute.
Everything you know about True Patriot is a lie.
Yes. Hal Leuco, whoever or whatever the fuck he is,
he's been planning on using you for months, maybe even years in advance.
Yes, Walter. They planted these stories.
They stitched them together to get you here to this moment.
It's blowback, Walter.
Everyone you mentioned, all those enemy combatants,
yeah, they've done some sinister things, Walter,
but on behalf of the US government, and now they want them dead.
Do you see what's happening here? This isn't about patriotism.
This is about eradication. No.
Yes, and that's what they're doing to you, Walter.
Don't let them. Don't. No.
My wife and my daughter were taken from me.
By what? Chance?
Ideas live on, Agent Baker. People don't.
And when I roll out that door and detonate these explosives,
I join the grid of destiny.
I will be remembered. I will be history.
You have a choice.
Destiny's plaything,
or avenging angel?
Please don't do this... Walter.
Walter, please. Fuck.
Come on. Come on.
Help me.
Help me, boy.
Help me. Help me, boy.
I'll help you, you old fucker.
Sir? Sir, are you okay?
Hey, buddy, you all right?
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Gun! He's got a gun!
I'm Agent Baker. I'm in charge.
Don't. Don't move. Get down on the ground.
Get off him! He's FBI.
You 4, lock this place down, check for survivors.
See to Lester Young there while you're at it.
Agent Baker, I'm Special Agent Anthony Vejar.
I know you've been through hell, but I'm out of time.
Where's Walter Weed?
He's dead.
You can verify that? You saw him die? You saw a body?
He blew himself up into a million pieces.
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Did you see a body? Did you actually see him die?
He was sitting on enough C-4 to level downtown Chicago.
He was a suicide bomber. There's no body to recover.
We have reason to believe that Walter Weed was Hal Leuco.
What?
We think Leuco was some sort of cleanup man,
taking care of old assets like the Tremors, McTeague, Lazlo Soot,
in order to eradicate any link to True Patriot,
anyone he'd dealt with personally.
There's an element of shadow government behind this.
CIA, NSA, agency in the black.
It's unclear, but you and your men were used, co-opted.
Okay, wait a minute, wait a minute.
My team did an extensive background check.
They tracked Weed all the way back to his childhood.
He worked for the agency, for God's sakes.
It was all fabricated.
Leuco papered, disseminated information in the agency
to create the illusion of Weed.
Hal Leuco isn't even a real name.
It's short for Haliaeetus leucocephalus. It's Latin for "bald eagle."
You want bald eagles on your playing cards, I think you've earned it.
The assassins, the money we were tracking, where did all that come from?
As Walter Weed, Leuco had access to bureau intel,
everything we'd been working on domestically.
As Hal Leuco, he was privy to more than his share of CIA ops.
We were a week away from proving the connection between the 2
when this happened.
$3,000,000. That is... good.
I'm glad.
How could he get away with 2 identities,
working at the highest level of intelligence?
Leuco is a ghost, a will-o-the-wisp.
Now you see him, now you don't.
That's why I needed to know, did you see him die?
Are you sure?
How could he survive that blast?
How the hell did you do that?
I can't tell you that. It'll spoil it.
Son of a bitch.
Southside bar owner Malcolm Little had no idea this morning
that his place of business
would be the scene of a massive gas leak explosion.
Firefighters are on the scene...