(MAZUR) Secure the bodies for resurrection.
This is the latest in biological warfare. I give you the Universal Soldier.
Allow me to demonstrate.
- This man should be dead. - He is.
(HISS)
- It healed. - She resurfaced an hour ago
in a country train station.
(MENTOR) She's a fugitive. Let the authorities handle her.
Whoever's behind this made up those charges to frame her.
(VERONICA) Who's this? (MOTHER) Luc's brother, Eric.
He went to Vietnam early with a team of advisors.
A year later, we got a letter. Killed while visiting a French army base.
- Who are you? - Your brother's friend.
- What's his name? - GR44. The troublemaker.
Not any more.
Take your pants off. There's a tracking device in your leg.
- Unless I take it out, they'll find us. - GR44 is off-line.
I will not have this agenda derailed.
- GR44 has become the enemy. - Affirmative.
- These people will kill you. - We're not sure who's behind it.
But we'll find out.
- Why doesn't he respond? - Eric never took to the treatments.
My friend at CNA may still believe I'm innocent. He can't be brought back.
I want to find out who did this to us. I swear they won't get away with it.
- Mr McNally? - Who are you?
- You called about the grave? - Yes, but I called the cops.
And they called us. Are these the people?
- Yeah. - Take me to where you saw them.
(PHONE DIALLING AND CONNECTION)
They were here. GR44 came to bury his brother.
He's going all sentimental on me.
- I'll use that. - Yes, sir.
He went in that direction.
(TV) Months of negotiations between Swiss authorities
and the lawyer representing Holocaust victims
have resulted in a substantial settlement.
The amount is rumoured to be in the billions and is to be paid in gold,
a symbol of the original riches deposited over 50 years ago today.
Today's announcement is seen as justice long overdue.
Looks like congratulations are in order, Doctor.
You're going to be a daddy.
Hello, GR87.
Are you hungry?
Why don't we give you a little snack?
Welcome!
(MANIC LAUGH)
Hello!
- Sure your boyfriend will be here? - Ex-boyfriend.
Charles covers finance for CNA.
- He wouldn't miss a plutocratic shindig. - Plutocratic?
- Big business. - He doesn't like business?
Charles hates anyone who makes more money than him, so he hates everyone.
Here we go. This is Charles's van.
OK, Charles, you're on the monitor. Let's check your mike.
- He's upstairs already. - Don't even think about it.
- We wait down here? - We can't risk exposure.
This is Canada. We're not fugitives here.
Our perimeter's vulnerable. What if someone recognises us?
We deal with it.
I'm a reporter. If anything could go wrong, I'd know it.
I'll be across the street if you need me. Watch your six.
- Your backside. - Always.
- Are you OK? - I don't like heights.
Later.
(LIVELY MUSIC AND CHATTER)
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Data Corp CEO,
and our host, Martin Daniels.
Ladies and gentlemen, fellow media moguls,
welcome to the Cyber Wealth Summit.
The world's foremost exclusive gathering of the cyber community.
Take a look around you.
Each one of you is a captain of the information industry.
Folks, you eat Fortune 500 companies for breakfast.
I don't know what I hate more. This guy or my life.
Bon appétit.
Dump the chip on your shoulder. Here comes your Pulitzer.
Isn't that Roberts? I must get this on tape.
- Forget it, Max. - Are you kidding?
It's a big story. She's a fugitive.
- Don't believe everything on TV. - I forgot, you two...
Stow it. She was set up.
Hello, Charles.
Let's get a drink.
- Thanks. - Why are you here?
- I need your help. - Why didn't you phone?
I didn't think you'd take the call.
Just because you emailed me a Dear John doesn't mean I hate your guts.
- I'm sorry. - You should be. You broke my heart.
- What the hell do you want? - Remember that piece we did?
Hostage job? Some covert anti-terrorist unit did the clean up.
- What do they call them? - Universal Soldiers.
That's right. You were dying to find out more about them.
Guess what? I did. And it was a big mistake.
- Charles, they use dead soldiers. - What do you mean?
If their brain's intact, they can be resurrected.
- That's not possible. - It's possible.
They found a way to regenerate dead tissue.
Puts a whole new spin on "Be all you can be".
This is the story we've been waiting all our lives to tell.
You're right, it's one hell of a story, but what's your proof?
I've got one of them with me, downstairs.
Luc Devreaux, he was in Vietnam.
Broke ranks and he's been with me since Nevada.
He's a child, learning things for the first time. They erased his memory.
Programmed him to be the perfect soldier. Battle data, that's it.
Let's go, we've got lots of people here. What's this?
- Cake delivery. - Where are you from?
Out of town.
- Is he your only hard evidence? - There's a base, a super-soldier lab.
- Where is it? - I wish I knew.
It was hidden inside a ship in Chicago harbour, last time we saw it.
Days later, it was gone. Could be anywhere.
Do you have someone in authority who can corroborate your story?
The doctor in charge, named Gregor.
We met him in Nevada. He might be willing to help.
We're going to need his cooperation.
- Dessert is here. - So let's party.
Party? I'm with you.
Go to hell.
(SCREAMS)
Everybody down!
Everybody on the ground, faces up. Pay attention.
All right, you heard the man. Everybody lie down. Lie down!
Lie down. Get the fuck down, everybody! Lie the fuck down!
Hey, get down. Do you speak English? Get your ass down.
All right. Now, no one moves, no one plays hero.
Anyone who does not obey does not get dessert.
Operator, I'm trying to reach area code 504-555-2298.
One moment, please... I'm sorry, that number has been disconnected.
That's impossible. Could you please try again?
(SIRENS)
Look at all these billionaires. www.geek.
You, and definitely you, come with me.
Where are we going?
It's time to go live, newsboy.
Sir, we've got a live feed.
(MAX) On in ten.
- Nine... - Not him...
Her.
Veronica Roberts. She's wanted on a homicide in the States.
What's she doing in Canada?
Diversifying. Get the US Embassy on the horn.
(MAX) Five, four... (GRACE) Read that.
- I can't. - You will. Or your little boyfriend dies.
In three...two...
...one...you're on.
Ladies and gentlemen, we've taken control of the convention centre.
These exploiters of the world economy...
...ruthless brokers of the information currency, now belong to us.
Our demands will soon be made clear.
Any attempt to rescue the hostages...
...will be met with extreme force.
Make no mistake, we do mean business.
(WHISPERS) Come here.
Very good. Very, very good.
Well, boys, I think we made our point.
Be a good little girl. Don't do anything stupid. Give me the phone.
(DIALLING BLEEPS)
Sir.
- How are you, Captain? - Veronica Roberts, right?
Wrong. She handles our PR. You'll be dealing with me now.
- Who is this? - That's irrelevant.
No more innocent people will die if you meet my simple demand.
- What do you want? - $100 million.
You know what? Make that $110 million, unmarked, in hundreds.
You're insane. Do you know how much that is?
Uh-huh. And by the way, that's US funds.
You have three hours.
I see a sea of green or you see a sea of red. One dead every ten minutes.
- Do I make myself clear? - Yes.
That should keep 'em busy, huh?
I've just had an update on the hostage situation.
It is confirmed that the hostage
shot a few minutes ago is Charles Clifton of CNA News.
One terrorist has been identified as Veronica Roberts,
a former CNA employee
and apparently a fugitive from justice in the US.
Right now, authorities are evacuating the lower floors.
Ladies and gentlemen, let's get down to business.
Our software's been modified to accept your PIN numbers.
Rest assured, your accounts' confidentiality will be respected.
I want you all to line up here,
and when our account confirms your transfer of $5 million...
...each, you will be freed, and this whole ordeal will be over.
It always has to be the top floor.
Those who don't comply get to appear on camera.
Now, what'll it be?
Overheating.
Yes, you heard me right. She said 110.
Yes, I know how much that is.
(CLATTERING)
- Who are you? - The busboy.
- Where are the others? - The main dining room.
- Can I go? - You don't want to.
They think you're one of us.
(SHATTERING GLASS)
Go.
- Hello. - Who the hell are you?
- I'm just the busboy. - Let's go.
- Who is this? - Just a busboy.
That's what Sirhan Sirhan said. We cleared the kitchen.
I was hiding.
Check it again. You must lift some pretty heavy dishes, baby!
- OK, let's go. - All right, man, don't shoot.
Well, well. Look what else I've found.
- And who the hell is this? - He says he's the busboy.
He's a cop. Kill him. Quietly.
(MUSIC: "TRASH")
Aargh!
All hell's breaking loose. Go!
# What do you think, baby? Can I give it, can I give it...good?
# Capitalise, capitalise, funky doesn't really matter where the hell I stood... #
No...!
She's with me.
# That's trash
# Trash
# It's just trash
# Trash #
I thought you were scared of heights.
Hang on.
For an update on the hostage crisis, we go live from the scene. Fred?
The hostage situation at the convention centre has come to a violent end.
Not by police, but by a single man.
Witnesses are describing him as a real-life, comic book superhero.
He was all business from the get-go: kicked serious tail, then was gone.
When authorities took control, there was no sign of the hero or Roberts.
However, she is still a fugitive in the US and a manhunt is under way.
- (MENTOR) Did you watch the news? - Our boy's been busy.
Yeah. Well, you'd better un-busy him as soon as possible.
Because his existence continues to compromise our operation.
I find that unacceptable.
Yes, sir.
Our mission will not be impeded by him or any other element.
No, sir.
Good. That's the way I like to hear you talk.
Last week, a consortium of Swiss banks
confirmed the release of $10 billion in gold
to be divided amongst survivors of the Holocaust.
Distribution will be overseen by the UN.
Tight security is reported around the bullion shipments,
which will be flown to the US by the US Air Force.
Departure and destination details are highly classified.
I feel like I'm in quicksand.
(HISS OF SPRAY)
Every time we try to make things right, something goes wrong.
They'll pin Charles's death on me, too. I know it.
What is it?
You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?
I have to get home.
As soon as we stop, we'll get our car and go.
He's here.
General Clancy. I appreciate you coming so quickly.
No problem, sir. You said it was urgent.
Yes, indeed.
I'm told that you're in charge of security at Dover Air Force Base.
- Correct. - I need a favour.
- What's that, sir? - I need you to die.
Don't worry. It's only temporary.
He's got to be kidding. I ask for soldiers, he sends me criminals.
Take them to the med lab.
Relentless and ruthless. They'll be perfect for Golden Harvest.
Now, how is our pet project coming?
The blood samples came back positive.
- And the memory problem? - I've alleviated that, sir.
I've altered his DNA by omitting all imperfections.
By creating a clone, it's as though we've started from scratch.
Well, I hope you're right, because there's no margin for error.
I want that GR mobile right away.
This one's going to take some time, sir.
Some time? That's something you got plenty of, Doctor.
Maybe decades and decades of it behind bars,
if we don't find that reporter and GR44 right away.
(TRAIN HORN)
- Who's that? - That was Dr Walker's wife.
- Wife? - When a woman marries, she is a wife.
It's time for your booster.
I don't like needles.
You need it to help you get big and strong. Don't worry, it won't hurt.
You may feel a little drowsy.
He's ready for you.
Passport.
Think he'll know what it is when he recovers?
No. I told him it was just a simple upgrade.
Never used explosives before.
No, Jasper. It's our insurance.
Cool.
- What the hell are you doing to me? - Calm down.
- Dr Walker. - What is it?
- Come in here. - I'm busy.
One of the recruits isn't responding to the memory clearance.
We've got a resurrection failure.
(BANG)
(BUZZER)
- They're dead, aren't they? - Yes. Yes, they are.
- And so are you. - The hell...
Try and stay calm. Everything's going to be OK.
OK? I'm dead. Everything is not OK.
I want out of here. Now.
What's going on? Let me out.
Make a note.
GR85 did not take to the programme. Oh, well.
Got to break a few eggs to make an omelette.
(ALARM)
(SCREAMS)
Don't go over 65. We can't afford to get pulled over.
Something's wrong.
There's no reason for them to go after your parents. They're civilians.
- Their phone's disconnected. - Maybe they didn't pay their bill.
I'm sorry.
Look, there's got to be a reasonable explanation.
General Clancy, nice to see you again. How are you feeling?
- Very good, sir. - Very good. Sit down.
We have... We have much to discuss.
I'm so sorry.
You're feeling sad, Luc. It's normal.
It's called loss.
- Loss? - Loss tears you up inside.
It happens when you love someone and then they're gone.
I felt loss when Eric died.
It's like a piece to your heart that's suddenly missing.
You don't feel whole any more.
You're becoming human again.
It's OK to be sad.
No home.
No family.
- It's over. - No. We won't let them win.
- I don't have anyone. - We have each other.
No more loss.
Listen to me. We're not going to lose each other.
We'll find Dr Gregor, get him to testify and end this.
No more loss.
Luc?
Need cold.
(BEEPING)
Can I help?
- Where's your cold storage? - In the back. Why?
- I need to borrow it. - Wait. You can't go back there.
Look, you can't... This isn't safe...
What are you...? My boss will... I don't know if...
Is he OK? He's going to freeze to death in here.
- No, actually, he'll get better. - Oh, really?
Hi. I caught them, that lady reporter you're looking for, Veronica Roberts.
Yeah, she's here. She's in my freezer.
Soldiers, I am here talking to you personally
because of the importance of this mission.
Operation Golden Harvest...
...is an integral part of our survival.
Now, the soldier on that monitor is GR86,
our inside operative.
GR86 will be your strike force leader.
Now, make no mistake about it,
your targets will be well-fortified.
I'm estimating at least five regular Air Force sentries...
...for every one of you.
(SIREN)
Shit. Luc, wake up. We have to get out of here.
- I've got 'em locked up. - Sure it's her?
Yeah, it's her. I know it's her. Say, there is a reward...?
Settle down.
OK, missy, come on. Come on.
Help yourself.
- Good morning, son. - Good morning, sir.
- How are you feeling? - My chest hurts, sir.
Let me see.
- Why did you do this to me, sir? - To protect you. And us.
What's with this "sir" nonsense?
I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to think of me as a dad.
What's a dad?
Someone who gives you life. Takes care of you.
I'm Dad. The only dad in your life, understand?
- Good. - Your wife is dead.
Yes.
Yes, she is.
Well, I see you're doing your homework.
Yes, Dad.
Tactical machine pistol. Cartridge type?
- Nine millimetre parabellum. - Magazine capacity?
25 rounds. Rate of fire, 500 rounds per minute.
Very good.
Now, which one of these is the enemy?
- GR44. - GR44 is a threat to our family.
- He's our greatest enemy. - He's our greatest enemy.
That's my boy.
It's just like a trigger. Keep squeezing until it's done. I'll be right back.
Hey, buddy, can you fill her up?
- Veteran's Administration? - Yes, it is.
- I'm looking for Dr Christopher Gregor. - Transferring your call to Records.
- May I help? - I'm looking for Dr Christopher Gregor.
One moment, please.
I see he's been transferred to Canton Veteran Hospital in Pennsylvania.
Thank you.
(CRACKLES AND BLEEPS)
Call any time.
- What are you doing? - Windows.
Come on.
(HORN)
I don't believe it. You took their money?
Plastic, too.
No, no, no. You can't take a gun into the hospital.
- How do we protect ourselves? - We'll deal with it.
Besides, Dr Gregor's our friend.
- He can tell us who his boss is. - Now you're thinking like a reporter.
I tell you, guys with one arm, they make the best lovers.
I'll remember that.
No kidding. Just because I've got one arm doesn't mean I can't hug you.
Plus, I got two good feet that just won't quit. Check it out.
(CHUCKLES) Huh? Huh?
Still got it, Scully.
Ah, she digs me.
We're looking for our friend, Dr Gregor. Is he on duty?
He doesn't practise here. He's a patient.
Alzheimer's is common at his age.
- When did this happen? - About a week ago.
He started to show signs of memory loss.
(SHOTS THEN HISSING)
Commence target scan.
Dr Gregor, I have two friends to see you.
- Do I know you? - It's me, Veronica Roberts.
This is GR44.
We visited you a few weeks ago in Utah.
We need some answers about the Universal Soldier programme you ran.
What's a Universal Soldier?
Ah! Oh!
I'd like to give you my number in case you remember anything at all.
I don't believe it.
Luc, take a look at this.
Memory clearance.
What's going on?
What medication is Dr Gregor on?
- None. Why? - He doesn't have Alzheimer's.
You're right. I erased his memory.
Andy, what the fuck are you doing? Put the gun down.
- Shut up. - Damn, have you gone postal?
Another word and you can die first.
Now, we're all going to leave here quietly.
Catch!
Thanks for the hand.
Go ahead. Shoot me.
- They'll just bring me back to life. - What's he talking about?
- He's a sleeper. - What's a sleeper?
Non-combative unit. Civilians.
- They wait until they're called upon. - We're everywhere.
- Go! Go! - (SCREAMS)
GR83 just killed a civilian and a friendly.
GR83, I gave orders to keep collateral damage to a minimum.
Fucking criminals.
Down.
Watch your six.
- Who the hell are you two? - The good guys.
- Shit. This is just like Mekong. - Except for the heat.
Luc.
(VERONICA) The bitch is back.
Shit.
(SCULLY) Fire in the hole!
Get down!
Shit!
That was a brand-new arm.
- Keep going. - We won't leave you.
I won't make it. Just go.
That's an order, soldier.
Run! Run!
(CLICK)
(SINGLE SHOT)
GR83, do not let them leave.
GR82, stop 'em.
Oh, man!
He probably didn't feel it.
No, we lost picture. We can't afford to lose a unit. Not now.
GR83, identify.
- Everyone out of there, now. - What about 82?
Priority is Operation Golden Harvest. Everyone back to base!
(CLUNK)
- Uh-oh. - Uh-oh what?
Pull over.
- Luc. - What is it?
We've got a hitchhiker.
Why don't we just get back in the car? Luc?
- Is he alive? - Barely.
Terminate GR44.
- Are you crazy? - I can't leave him in the street.
- Yes, you can. - He's dying.
He died a long time ago. Dump him in front of a police station with a note.
- We're keeping him. - It isn't a stray kid, it's a killing machine.
Exactly. The best way to fight an army is with an ally.
What if we fix him and he still wants to kill us?
We deal with it.
Are you sure this will work?
There's a week's worth of memory clearance drug in here.
Enough to wipe out a few directives. Now we just reprogramme him.
Help me get him in that freezer.
What about the hard drive? Whatever he knows and has seen is on this.
There must be something here we can use.
- Now you're thinking like a reporter. - I am a reporter.
That line doesn't work on me.
On you it worked because you're not a reporter, just thinking like one.
Forget it.
It's damaged, but maybe we can still get something out of it.
(TAPPING ON KEYBOARD)
(MENTOR) Once we get on the site, neutralise security at all checkpoints.
Who the hell is that? Why won't GR82 look up?
- ... Operation Golden Harvest... - Operation Golden Harvest?
...extraction point is Warner Air Force Base in Dover...
That's in Delaware. What are they going to do there?
I don't know, but it sounds like a major operation.
Look up, you idiot. What's with the crotch shot?
GR82 is seated at attention,
which is why his eye-line is at waist level.
Don't you guys ever break the rules?
...the Air Force base is presumed impregnable.
...radio silence... deliver the gold to our rendezvous point.
Gold?
- ...I expect nothing less. - Oh, my God.
They're going to rob that UN gold shipment.
Did you hear me? That gold is worth billions.
If they get that money, they could set up a Unisol assembly line...
What is it?
This.
All I see is a ring.
This was the symbol for Spectre Company, my Vietnam unit.
- He was a soldier with you? - Only one person wore that ring.
(RECALLS) Ten hut!
- Who is he, Luc? - I don't know.
I can see him, but I can't remember his name.
Nap time's over.
Stand down, soldier.
- GR82, it's good to have you back. - Good to be back, sir.
At ease, soldier.
Address me as Sergeant Devreaux, or sir.
- I'm your new commanding officer. - Affirmative.
What is my first assignment, sir?
Payback.
What happened to the lights?
Time for your booster.
- Argh! - I told you...I don't like needles.
(RECALLS) Ten hut!
(MENTOR) I'm sure you are wondering why you've been brought here.
You were selected for a special detail.
You are the best and the brightest the military has to offer.
- (LUC) Colonel Risko. - Who?
The man with the ring. His name is Colonel Gerald Risko.
- Impossible. - You know him?
Gerald Risko is the Deputy Director of the CIA.
You were all named after him.
I always thought GR stood for genetic regeneration.
Gerald Risko. This is big.
Approach, this is Lima 1-16, requesting approach authorisation.
Roger, 1-16, you're clear for approach.
Runway 0-1-9er. Welcome home.
- Right on schedule, sir. - I know.
This is General Clancy, Dover Security Chief, to all aircraft on this frequency.
Maintain radio silence for 15 minutes.
The field will be closed until further notice.
Son...
...I'm very proud of you.
Second team to quarterback, we're on the bench.
OK, team. Let's make some noise and score some points.
- We're cold. - Do it.
- We're in. - Have you recovered GR82 yet?
We're still working on it, sir.
We're in the red zone.
(MENTOR) How does it look?
Glorious.
How soon can you fly out?
Should be fuelled and airborne within 15 minutes, General.
Game over. Everybody off the field.
(SILENCED SHOTS)
Checkpoint one, all clear.
Checkpoint two, all clear.
Checkpoint three, all clear.
- We got it, sir. We are in the play-offs. - Good.
The Unisols have completed their assault.
- What are we going to do? - We get GR82 back to his unit.
- We can't let that plane leave. - Come on.
- It's GR44. - No! This is not going to happen again.
Head for the tower. Radio for help.
(MECHANICAL WHIRR)
Time to show your stuff, son.
(GR82) Nice night for a walk.
It's GR82. Hey, he's back. GR82!
About time.
Argh...!
I think he's been hanging with the wrong crowd. We have a security breach.
Repeat, we have a security breach.
(RAP MUSIC: "DANCE WITH THE DEVIL")
# Here we go with another brand-new flow
# Measure up the equalisers like tic-tac-toe
# Connect the dots and spots As I blow up the blocks beyond bionic
# Like I was hooked on chronic Let's take it to another level
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil?
# Damn, I never knew so many suckers was around, I get the beats straight
# Pumping, check the fools crowd around, do what you want, feel the fat
# I got the finger on the trigger If I ever hear some joke
# Styles getting wicked When I kick it on the deal
# 'Coz I can hook the beats Rhymin' off to let the feet dwell
# I got you stuck on my realness Yo, raise your hands one time
# If you can feel this You live your life on that level
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil?
# Start the presses, I start the mess Oo-la-la, I like it, try your best
# So cool, kick it with some flavour Beat by raggadeath... #
(MUSIC DROWNED BY GUNFIRE)
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil?
# I got you stuck on my realness Yo, raise your hands one time
# If you can feel this You live your life on that level
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil?
# I got you stuck on my realness Yo, raise your hands one time
# If you can feel this You live your life on that level
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil? #
What do you call that? Tae kwon don't?
Oh! That had to hurt.
# Yo, raise your hands one time If you can feel this
# You live your life on that level
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil?
# I got you stuck on my realness Yo, raise your hand one time
# If you can feel this You live your life on that level
# Are you a rebel? Have you ever danced with the devil?
# I got you stuck on my realness... #
Aargh...!
# Are you a rebel? Now you'd better dance with the devil! #
(VERONICA) Bitch.
That was for Charles.
(MUSIC: "DISTANCED")
Eric?
Look at his face. It's beautiful, like a deer trapped in the headlights.
- He doesn't know what to do. - Target confirmed.
Kill him.
# And I'm one day... #
Losing your edge, soldier?
# Closer to dyin'
# And I'm out here
# On the horizon
# And I'm one day
# Closer to dyin'... #
- You can do better than that. - Eric, what have they done?
My name is G...R...
...8...
...7.
OK?
(SHATTERING GLASS)
What the hell's going on?
- I'm not having any fun. - OK, how's this?
GR87, stop playing games. Finish him.
The photograph!
Now will you listen to me?
That's us. We had the same mother and father. We're brothers.
- He's lying. - Remember, Eric. Remember!
- GR87, do you copy? - Remember.
- Reply. - We're brothers.
They killed our mother and father. We're family.
Do not listen. I am your only family.
I am Dad.
Family.
- He's going recall. - Impossible.
They killed them. Our mother and our father, they killed them.
GR87,
you must kill GR44 now!
I repeat, now!
(STATIC FEEDBACK)
- Luc. - Eric.
(THEY LAUGH)
Brothers.
What do we do now?
Time to cash in our insurance policy.
Forgive me, son.
- (BEEPING) - What was that? What is it?
- A bomb. - Oh, my God.
- What's the blast zone? - 20 yards. They're all dead.
- Eric... - No, stay! Stay, Luc!
- Eric! - No!
No...!
You bastards!
- Status, Jasper? - GR87 is off-line.
What about GR44 and the woman?
Your life is over.
They're both alive, sir.
(LUC) Colonel Risko.
- GR44, right? - No, my name is Luc Devreaux.
What your name is is not relevant.
Why did you kill my family?
You better wake up now, son.
This is about the well-being of the American people.
When Americans go to sleep at night, they like to know they're safe.
They want to know there's people protecting them, people like us.
They don't want to get letters saying their sons and daughters
are missing in action.
Or wounded. Or dead.
That's why the Universal Soldier was perfect.
Because then they wouldn't be getting a body bag
with their sons and their daughters in them.
So you see, we have something here
that can take the place of their sons and daughters.
You can see now why
any kind of sacrifice that had to be made, that's a small price to pay.
- Understand, son? - No, I don't understand.
Well, that's too bad, because you're a soldier.
You should have followed your orders.
- Did you get all that? - (MAX) I got it.
You're making a mistake.
- Give me the tape. - There is no tape.
We're live.
Wait.
Hold it. Don't move.
(SIREN)
(VERONICA) Gerald Risko was buried in an unmarked grave,
branded an embarrassment to his country.
Although the charges against me were dropped, the CIA and Congress
denied any knowledge of the Universal Soldier project.
The Unisol base of operations was never found,
so we continue to live in fear.
We're sure there are more of them out there.
(WHIRR OF ROTOR BLADES)
Welcome back, sir.
- How are you feeling? - Excellent.
- First order of business, sir? - Wake the sleepers.
Unisols, report in.
- GR77, on-line. - Hello.
- GR71, on-line. - Welcome home.
- GR76, on-line. - Talk to Daddy.
GR80, on-line.
- GR72, on-line. - Thank you, gentlemen.
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