Miss Rahme?
That's enough for today, everyone, Mr. Rauch has a visitor.
Armand Rauch?
My name is Sophia Rahme, my mother was Famke Rahme.
Her sister studied in Argentina.
I think I'm your niece.
Niece?
My girl, look at you.
Tell me how did you find me?
It wasn't easy. At least I'm here now, Uncle.
Or should I say, General? That's right, isn't it?
General Neurath of the SS?
My name is Rauch, Armand Rauch.
Do you remember Mathieu Jonas? Oh, you'd be safe once he died, right?
But he had a daughter.
This... this was my mother's.
And this... this was my dad's
And this belonged to the soldier that got him out of the death camp which you ran.
I watched them all die looking for you and the others.
So every moment of pain you feel right now, is for them.
Fucking Jewish slut! Whore!
The only way you don't die in this room right now,
Is if you give me Klausener.
You give me Klausener, and I don't smother you with a fucking pillow.
Such bravado.
But still your hands shake.
I'm helpless.
Do it!
Typical.
You know, there is a reason why all this started.
And looking at you now,
I realize just what it was.
Fine. But you're too proud not to have kept something.
Souvenirs?
Finding Klausener will change nothing.
You're already too late.
- You... you don't know, do you? - What are you talking about?
Who is this guy Hunt? He's a scientist?
Why are you funding his work in Europe? Is Klausener there?
Answer me!
Look at you, a child playing detective.
The Reich of a Thousand Years has not been hiding from the likes of you.
It has simply been waiting in the shadows.
Fuck! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Don't you fucking dare! Come on!
Fuck!
Doctor?
Sir, they have arrived. They are onsite.
Herr Klausener.
EASTERN EUROPE
Control, site secured.
Extraction team proceeding.
There're shell casings and blood trails that look fresh.
No sign of your operative or his team.
Approaching the machine room now.
Machine room in sight.
We should get them out.
It is too late, Josef.
But the job is done.
Smile, Josef. We start it.
I'm sorry, I don't speak the language.
Hey! Come on!
Look! I've got money, just take that, I...
Enough! Let her go, Marius.
- You are a reporter? - No.
- An unfortunate time for a woman. - No, I'm looking for this guy.
I think he was here maybe two weeks ago.
Yes, he was here.
He met other men, soldiers, not locals, mercenaries.
- They went east, they never returned. - East, you say?
But not a place you want to go. You see these families out there?
They come from there. Houses burned, families killed.
They talk of horrible things.
Yeah, but this Hunt guy, can he have come back by another route?
He didn't come back... he's dead.
- You look old. - Gee, thanks.
- While you're there, I'll have whiskey. - Make it doubles.
Well, he's paying.
- My, my! Hasn't she grown. - It's been time.
A lot's happened. Where have you been?
Here and there... a lot.
I heard about Mathieu. I'm sorry.
- A car accident, right? - Yeah, it was an accident.
That'll explain why Neurath didn't live to stand trial in Paraguay.
- That was an accident. - Right.
So, he gives you Hunt, and now you're here looking for Klausener, huh?
And now I know I'm on the right track. Hunt's like you.
- Searching for your priceless mini-magnets. - The unified field theory.
- Whatever. - Yes, he was in the same field.
- And you don't want to be. Go home. - Guess that'll happen.
Jesus, Lena, did you listen to anything he said? This is real.
- And this is for all the marbles. - Christ!
Here, take a look.
NATO have had a Rapid Reaction Force fighting here in secret for two weeks.
Mama?
Shh! It'll be...
- Just because some of guys dressed as... - You don't understand.
Götz, Camp Commandant, testi-fuckered-out in '45.
Looking sprightly for a dead guy.
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Klausener did this? He really did this?
We're a long way from old men in rest homes, Lena.
- You know where he is! - Go home!
- Forget it! - Well I tried.
- You're taking me with you. - No, I'm not.
Klausener's the last. I get him, this is over for me.
Well, good luck with that.
It was nice to see you.
So...
How did Klausener do this?
They're like... ghosts.
It's got a romantic definition, but, actually it's about a million miles away.
Here! Klausener's machine.
With this on your side you got the perfect army.
Theory goes he gave his troops some kind of special treatment.
Sounds nice.
A treatment combines with a magnetic field that the machine creates,
and suddenly, the men aren't like us.
Inside that field they do what they want... ya know, shoot 'em, see if they care.
This picture was taken three weeks ago.
Nothing unusual, I mean, it's pretty, even though it's Civil War stuff.
This is taken two weeks ago, right after Hunt managed to...
This area, this is an electromagnetic field.
Vehicles, communications, aircraft...
anything electrical is useless inside it,
and it's sitting right around the area that Klausener was last stationed.
This is three days ago.
Right now, it's 30 miles across.
Where Götz and his boys coming with it.
- Where are they going? - Everywhere. That's there deal, right?
The Reich of a Thousand Years.
- Okay, here we go. - What?
I got the crew! Let's go!
- What's going on? - We're a U.N backed task force, Sir,
we believe that illegal chemical weapons have been deployed in this conflict.
The civilian population are being warned,
They may need to relocate for a brief period for their own safety.
Right.
- We need to get moving. - Chemical weapons?
Horseshit! Why give away the greatest secret in the history of science
- when you can keep it for yourself instead. - They couldn't.
Trust me, any governments will pay any price to get
Klausener or the machine for themselves. We need to go... now!
Wait! What are you gonna do if you get it? Donate the proceeds to charity?
I went lookin' for Klausener in Russia, and trusted the wrong guys.
Huh!? Don't do time in one of their prisons, they're cold.
About a year in, two guys from the embassy show up.
I think they're gonna get me out...
But once they realized I couldn't give 'em anything on the machine,
they left me to rot.
Nobody should control this kind of power.
Nobody.
I just want Klausener.
Klausener's facility was an underground bunker.
And if this map's right, then it should be about two days travel.
Sure, but explain the part where if we're using my kit and my car, we still need my money?
We're heading to a militia camp, I got a local contact, a guy called Limak.
For the right price, he and a few of his boys will act as guides.
- Do you trust him? - Fuck no!
But I'm not goin' in there without some kind of escort.
Okay, it's about another mile down here.
There's a track, turn out to the left.
Oh, come on!
Guess we're there.
The field's expanding much quicker than I thought.
Get your stuff. The faster guidance we have, the better.
Shit! That's the militia camp.
That is it, you ready?
Limak! Limak!
Come on!
Limak... shit.
Hold still, don't even breathe.
We need to get moving.
Lena...
Lena, we gotta go.
That's back where we came from.
We can call it a day, right now.
And the car's obviously for shit,
but on foot, we could be back on the other side of the front line by tomorrow.
It's your call.
Special forces.
Hello!
It's an E.M.P., electromagnetic pulse.
It fires a burst of energy
that fries anything electrical within a certain radius.
Smart.
They try to get in close,
- kill the machine, disable the magnetic field. - Can we take it with us?
- Maybe use it when we get to the bunker. - Naw! It's fucked. C'mon!
Gotta keep movin'.
What are these?
They're runic symbols.
Here you go.
There was a Nazi special weapon division, they called themselves The Black Sun.
They used them everywhere in their documents.
I think it's a code,
a password for operating the machine.
Oh! This must've taken you years.
Ten, give or take.
At least I had a choice. Mathieu had a choice.
These are by δΘΣτΘP⌠ß⌠Θ which is Greek to me.
- You ever think of doin' anything else? - Well, I don't know.
At first I just thought it was every family did.
Traveling around South America lookin' for old guys.
And then... one night, I was maybe... ten,
I sneak into his room.
He's on the balcony crying.
And on the bed there are all these... pictures.
Of Klausener and the others, things they'd done.
- I'd never seen him cry before. - When you get Klausener...
what then?
I don't know.
I have a choice, I guess.
There'll always be somebody else.
Somebody who'll do anything for power, another Klausener.
- It's what people do. - Yeah, well, the next one won't be my problem.
Go! It's evil! Run!
Come on! Lena!
Ah, Fuck City!
Stay here.
Fuck it, Man!
- Cover the right! - Cover the left!
Ready, set.
Glen...
Road here, walk.
Clear out!
- Take cover, take cover! - Take cover, take cover, take cover.
Hold fire! Hold fire! I'm coming out!
- Come on, come on! - Fire on the EMP.
- Do it! Come on! - Contact.
- Well, come on, what are you waiting for? - I said do it!
We can't! The mission.
If we go down, there won't be a fuckin' mission, now do it!
That's right.
It'll be okay.
Just stay with me, Mate.
- Fuck it! - Hey!
What? You wanna fuckin' say something to me, Mate. Look at that, that's my Mate.
And he died saving your ass. And you're gonna look like him in about 3 seconds.
Hold! Slow down.
- What the fuck are you doing here? This is a restricted area. - We are journalists.
Really?
Up against the wall! Spread your fingers!
I'll take that, Doris.
Spread your fuckin' legs!
Shaw, is it just me, or have we totally fucked this up, eh?
I mean, the physics teacher's dead. What is it that he said?
It's all or nothing, Boys! You only get one chance,
- so do not fuck with us. - Look! We had a fuckin' choice.
- Yeah! Whatever! They're both fucked there and so are we. - Shut up, Hall.
No press credentials, no camera.
Still, you remembered you line, Mr. Wallace.
What I really want to know is how he recognized you.
- I think he thought I was somebody else. - It's been a day.
- Do not fuck me about. - Hey!
- Shoot him and you'll never know. - It's a fair point.
- Hall, take one of her eyes, either's fine. - Okay! Okay, Wait.
I'm an engineer.
You're a scientist? I'm bettin' a physicist, yeah?
- And what is she? Your secretary? - I find war criminals, Nazis.
I bet you're having the fuckin' time of your life out here, Sweetheart.
And you're lookin' to get your hands whatever it is they sent you into this rainbow, right?
Oh! And you're not? Come on.
Let me guess,
You orders are to stop the machine and save the day,
then secure and extract whatever Muir thought made it work.
One: my orders are none of your business, Sunshine.
And two: how did you know his name was Muir?
Fuck!
Talking now would be good.
There aren't many of us who specialize in this stuff.
Yeah, so I hear.
Which makes this your lucky day.
Throw 'im in the wagon, Boys, we just got ourselves a new brain.
- No fuckin' way. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a second!
Am I the only one who remembers that this op went south
the second we detonated the fuckin' EMP thing?
This op isn't over until I say so.
You know what happens if we don't do something.
If that pulse destructed them with a magnetic field...
Yeah.
- It's up! - Means we can kill 'em?
No, 'cause the EMP had a limited range, that' why
- we had to take it in close remember. - Yeah, he's right.
The device for that yield's good for,
I don't know, maybe five or six miles at the most.
- How far are we from our objective? - Eight.
But for the next 6 miles we can drop 'em.
That gives you eight miles to figure out how I
gets to complete my mission without that, Mr. Wallace.
- You're in the fuckin' Army now, Boy! - Lucky me.
Where the fuck do you think you're going?
- No Ph. D. no ride, sorry. - Fucks sake!
- Abandoning a lady in a war zone, classy guy. - We're leaving.
Fox formation around this prick.
Find somewhere secure. A basement, anywhere underground.
With any luck, the cavalry'll be here inside 24 hours.
Remember the route we took in?
Use it.
Jesus Christ.
Sir...
These are by δΘΣτΘP⌠ß⌠Θ which is Greek to me.
Roger, Charlie-4, this is the Control.
Okay! Whatdaya got?
Some kind of pulse has been triggered inside the field, Sir.
How close to the objective?
- Not close enough, Sir. - Can you tell who it was?
The location puts it close to a way point for Alpha team,
- but we can't be sure. - And what about Beta?
We got a minimal reading about 5 hours ago, but there's no way it was a full burst.
- More like a misfire. - Damn it!
If both your teams are down, General, we need to consider our options.
- There's still time. - Without a working EMP those teams are useless.
- We need to move on. - This is my battlefield.
And any nuclear deployment will be my call. We have time and we will wait.
Understood?
No, but this isn't scary, or stupid.
Sorry, no Ph. D. no place.
Fuck, who should do sitting chin-ups? Fuckin' prick.
Come!
- Get out of the way. - Fuck! Where's my notebook?
No! Wait, wait, wait! No, no, wait!
Fuck you, go! Downstairs!
No!
No...
Nothing. They've moved on.
What did you inject him with? What was he doing?
I don't know.
Maybe tryin' to turn him into something like them.
Nazis, Mate?
Pro fart carts.
Yeah.
I'm kinda fucked on knowing much of anything without my notebook
- Without the codes and symbols... - Well, on the bright side,
It's either that or your ball sacks.
So you probably ought to resolve that, eh, Mate?
But you remember everything, right? You had it for years.
Yeah, which was a long time.
Which is why I had a fuckin' notebook.
You gotta get everything down, right?
Dan, we just lost a fuck lot of time. Find me a shortcut.
Oy! You! A word!
- What the fuck are you doing here? - And you're welcome.
- If you give me one second of grief... - It's ugly,
But if we hustle, we can still get our clock.
Clock?
If we don't complete within our window,
Upstairs will assume we failed and order the last option.
All 7 kilotons of it.
But there are still thousands of people.
Yeah, and however millions across Europe if we don't stop 'em now.
We need to be done on time. Our talking isn't going to save anyone.
Wait! Now SHE's comin'?
Chaperones for Hansel and Gretel. Fuckin' nonsense.
- It should be here. - Yeah.
Is it me, or did you expect to be visiting this?
- The party moved on. - Yeah, it's a textbook ambush.
Well, either way, those front doors are a fast track to a short career.
Flank your moves, find me a back door, you've got 5, go!
If it comes to it, then I know the machine, and they don't.
- I'll pull something, if it doesn't work, you run. - And Klausener?
You're gonna have to deal with him.
Everything up 'til now has been the easy part, now the fun begins.
When we move, it's going to be hard and fast, understood?
Yeah.
- The area's clear. - Nothing. There wasn't a rabbit hole.
Carlisle, left! Hall, right!
Abbott, you move up the middle with me and the girls. Positions at the doors! Go!
Keep moving!
Move!
- What the fuck happened here? - Whatever happened, happened.
- So! - We're looking for cabling, so thick,
- We find that, we follow it. - Then what? With no EMP?
- You need to get me to the Control. - Okay, go!
That's it.
In there.
Fuck! It should be here!
- Fuck your mother. - It's supposed to be here.
Another proud day for military intelligence, that's what I say.
This is... this... these... this is Hunt's writing.
Hey! Take a look at this.
And Klausener?
Since there are even more.
Here.
Looking at Hunt's notes, I'd say they were written
by a guy working alone, solving problems.
I don't think Klausener's been here since this started.
Why?
- It doesn't make sense. - It looks to me like Klausener sent Hunt...
I don't know, Klausener wouldn't... couldn't be here.
Hunt sets everything in motion...
Klausener's men go look for Daddy.
- Hey! Down there! Like a cell or something. - It is a cell.
The engine channeled all of its energy into there, this is where they were created.
Always with the right answers.
Does any of this tell you where they've gone?
I mean, where's the magnetic field coming from if the machine isn't here?
I don't know.
He's known to the work of a man long passed sanity, and look at this.
Whatever they were doing to Hunt was fuckin' medieval.
Now, it all seems to be about the field and generating power.
- I don't know yet, I'll get back to you. - No you won't.
Gather as much of this as you can carry, we're pullin' out the team.
- What! This stuff's fuckin' priceless! All of it! - It's not a request!
- Ready? - I can't just go.
In eight hours, right about where you're standing's going to be ground zero.
If we don't get going soon, we won't make it to a minimum safe distance.
- Your call. - I really thought I was close.
Look... it took some stones to come here at all.
You'll get it next time.
Your man Wallace was right.
My orders were to secure the machine and take Klausener in.
We make it out... you and me'll be good friends.
Maybe I can angle a few handshakes your way.
So?
Move!
- Let it go! Let it go! - Get away! Get away!
Get the fuck down!
Let it go!
Go! Go! Go!
Fuck you! Go! Go! Go!
Sam!
Time's up. We need to be moving.
I'm sorry EZ Company, you'll need to pull back to that sector.
We cannot bring someone out to you.
Sir, enemy contact at the defensive lines,
one mile east.
Well... that's it.
He could have at least left me a forwarding address.
Where would you move it?
Lena, he's still here. The machine didn't go anywhere.
It's impossible for it to have gone anywhere,
because the machine will always be at the center of the circular field it creates.
The rest of this map is fuckin' trees.
Ah, fuck, this is fuckin' priceless.
Well, have a good time looking for your secret chambers, or whatever, Sweetheart.
I'm going to bounce before I'm settin' under a big, fuckin' mushroom cloud.
The op's not over.
Cunningly hidden under the Earth somewhere,
- along with Elvis and the Easter Fucking Bunny. - Yeah, he's right, we're done.
- My hero. - Fuck.
Ya know, others may find this plucky, never-say-die spirit charming
but it makes me want to run your head into a fucking wall.
Macavoy's dead, the machine is gone, and this mission is over.
You can't just go, not while there's still a chance.
Really?
And when did you have a say in what we can fucking do, Princess?
Danny, this is for buds. We need to fuck off, right now.
And go back to what? You run now, you may as well keep running,
Because they're not going to stop.
Not at the next town, or the next country.
- The only answer to stopping them is right here. - Lena, forget it.
Let 'em go.
He was right about all of you. Fuck it!
Danny?
Fuck it.
Fine.
We're looking for some kind of entrance... anything unusual.
Not as there's anything that's usual in there.
Don't forget to leave a trail of breadcrumbs, just in case you get lost.
We'll be practical, just for easy movement.
- You really sure about this? - Yeah.
Fuck all.
I say we should fin it, if it wasn't too fucking late.
Where's your right answers, now, huh?
We need to go through this wall.
Of course.
Is this you having a breakdown? Is that what this is?
Check for a panel on the other side.
This should be up there.
Which means it was written when this door was raised and open.
There's one here.
Okay.
Now that is one well hidden lift.
- So, what's the plan? - Same as before.
You upper his parachute.
The moment we're clear out so I'd get 'em up in the sky
and call for the bird before they extract us and bury us twice.
Clear!?
Now, stay alive, Girls.
Nobody'll believe this story if you're not here to back me up.
I move, you follow. Low and quiet.
Do you know how to use one of these?
Wallace...
That way.
Oy! Fuck that!
Come on! Fuck!
Let me go, you fucking bitch! Come on!
Come on.
Children.
Here, this should be the control room.
Clear.
Do you know what you're looking for?
Kind of... a schematic, it's a... some plan of the controls.
Here. Okay.
The machine and containment chambers are through there.
Everything routes through here for control.
- This brings the power in, those distribute it. - So, you can do it?
Sure! It's like a pressure cooker.
We max-out what power the Complex is generating,
but we block it routing out.
We overload the system.
That's our EMP.
No, no... no, no, no! Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not fair, not fair!
- What is it? - Safety venting.
Clever machine.
That's it! We're nearly there!
- Whoa! Fuck it! Stop doing that! - Doing what?
The system's well engineered, it doesn't want me to kill it.
Shit!
You need to go, I gotta stay here with this.
But you're the one that knows the machine.
Yeah, and if I leave this, we won't even get to it, let alone fire an EMP.
- So we wait until after it's fired? - No, no, no! We can't! We can't!
If anything goes wrong, we'll never get out again.
Here, if the pulse doesn't work, try this. There'll be a dial, keep at it.
If not, take a fucking hammer to it... anything. Go!
Hey!
Watch yourself. Okay?
Alright already!
Come on! Come on!. God damn it! Cheap...
- Is that Klausener? - No, it is Hunt.
Come on! Come on! Jesus Christ!
Come on!
Sieg Heil, Bitch.
God damn it, it didn't work.
Come on, come on.
I'll go and hold 'em off. You stay here and be with the machine.
Who are you?
I... I came to stop Klausener.
Disappointing... only me.
Here to kill the machine... Kill me.
Try the electromagnetic pulse. Little girl thinks that I'm stupid.
She's stupid. She'll be the one in the core.
You must stop the core. Klausener's secret.
Never stop that. Never.
- They made you help them. - Expand the field.
- Take them to Father. - But I know about you.
You're not like them. You don't want to help them. Please.
Begging is weak, try begging.
I've earned it... arrogant.
Unify the fields, never mind of God.
I deserve pain. No pain...
Ah! Fuck right off.
God knows, I understand, Sir,
But I'm out of options, I have to request a nuclear attack commitment.
- Sir! Alpha's go signal sighted. - Cancel that.
Hold all nuclear preparations, but I still want that bunker left.
What about these? Can I use 'em?
- Useless. Klausener's secret. - Please, I can't do this!
I don't know or understand any of it.
Two days ago I still thought all of this was about what these people had done.
It's not. It's only ever been about what they were going to do.
Out there, in the world...
The world is vibration particles, nothing more.
No, it's about people.
Innocent people dying right now because of what you wanted,
and chased and unleashed.
And if you don't help me now, then...
The love of power is the demon of men.
The core. The core drives them. But the core has perch.
The Black Sun built it. Only they have the key.
Congratulations, you've just been rescued. Where are the others?
Off, through there.
Oh, and the flares have gone off, the planes are on the way.
- How did the flares go off? - It was an accident... you live, you learn.
But we've got maybe four minutes this place gets chopped into...
Get down! Get down!
We need to be leaving!
Grenade!
- Come on! - Right behind you.
This is Control Zero.
Clear left.
Maintain and secure your positions.
Clear right.
...control, over.
Are you alone?
The jets are coming, we need to go.
Hope you're both decent runners, because this is going to be close, folks.
- Worth the trip? - Yeah.
But he didn't make it.
I'm sorry, Lena... really.
There's only ever one side in war, your own.
- ADOC, this is Dragon... - Danger close, 200 feet, engage.
Proceed, Dragon! You have a clear shot!
- What's your status on Falcon? - We're approaching the target.
God damn it.
It's an honor to meet you, Sir.
What do you want?
It's more what you need... Isn't it?
I mean, I kept asking myself, why wasn't he there.
A man who'd give the world and everything in it
to be there when the Reich stood up again.
Why wasn't he there?
And the truth is he couldn't be, because he's weak, 'cause he's dying.
Oh, sure! You might have built yourself another machine,
but there was always that one piece... that you could never replicate.
Wasn't there?
You should never have sent Hunt, though... too many scruples.
You need someone more... pragmatic.
50 million sounds fair to me.
Oh! And if you were thinking of just... killing me for it...
then you'll find that some of the key components are... elsewhere.
You were, weren't you, you old dog?
Fuck it! Let's call it 60.
Easy there, Doc, you wouldn't want to tear a bag or anything
Oop! Hold on! We could be in the midst of a bidding war here.
You all know how much you like a war, huh? Hello.
Surprise.
From beyond the grave...
Well, like you said, they build those places to last.
It was nothing personal, Lena. Like I said, I'm sorry.
Uh, huh.
- So, is it true? - What's that?
That they have more fun.
So I guess you were right...
about there always being another Klausener.
I had one name on my list, now I've got two.
And I'm coming for you first.
Well, good luck with that, Lena... I've got new friends.
This is a bigger war now, Little Lady.
What if we come after you?
Then I'll be waiting.