(BEEPING)
Gentlemen, my name is Colonel Robert Evans Jefferson, Jr.
I'm 46 years old.
Of that 46, 26 years I spent
in this man's United States Army.
The first 12 of them 26, I spent training...
Training to kill you.
And do you know why that is?
SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER) No, sir!
Because at that time, Russia was the sworn enemy
of the United States government.
But time brings about change.
And now it seems that we're all getting along, so to speak.
That is why we are here
in this high security-level Russian facility
having ourselves a friendly chat.
Now, for those of you that don't know where we are,
this is the Russian-American Joint Military Operation Center.
RAMJO for short.
From here we can access over 300 Russian and American
military satellites and operation centers.
From here we will have constant monitoring
of every aspect of this mission.
And the target location will be transmitted
directly to me so that we can effectively
capture this...
This 85-foot, 12-ton...
Python.
Now, I know you've all been briefed on the mission,
so I'll cut straight to the chase.
The target's been located about 300 klicks east of here
in a large cavern in the Ural Mountains.
Sergeant Ivan Petrov here and his men
will drive the creature towards me and my boys.
We'll be waiting
with two R-500 stun guns.
The creature will then be subdued and prepped
for transportation back to the United States.
Now, our good old Uncle Sam is gonna pay
the Russian government a mighty pretty penny
for the safe retrieval
and transportation of this creature back to America.
So, I want to make one thing perfectly clear.
From where I'm standing, I see two potential problems...
What is that, sir?
First of all, I'm an American officer
commanding, uh, Russian soldiers.
Is that a problem?
SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER) No, sir! Outstanding.
The second is, I'm a black man...
And I know ain't no brothers in all the Russian military, so...
It's too goddamn cold for one.
Is that a problem?
SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER) No, sir!
Outstanding.
I'll see you boys in the chopper.
All right. We're five minutes from the drop zone.
Petrov, as soon as you and your boys are ready,
I want you to drop down straight through that eye
and drive that son of a bastard right into me and my boys' laps.
Yes, sir.
All right.
Now, listen up.
Small arms fire only,
unless there's no other choice.
United States paid for a live snake,
not a hamburger.
Am I clear? SOLDIERS: (TOGETHER) Yes, sir!
Outstanding.
I'm really beginning to like you boys.
PILOT: Prepare for landing.
JEFFERSON: Roger that, Captain.
Okay!
This one's by the numbers.
All right, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on, let's go, let's go!
(DEVICE BEEPING)
I got the target about one-half klick inside.
You should be directly on top of it.
PETROV: We're moving in now. (ROARING)
(GUNFIRE)
Petrov, what the hell are you shooting at?
Petrov!
What in the hell are you shooting at?
Located target, but we are under attack!
(GROWLING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(ROARING CONTINUES)
(EXPLOSION) Petrov, what the hell are you doing?
I asked you to drive the thing toward us, not blow it up.
I told you, Colonel, we are under attack.
I've got a man pinned down.
RAMJO, this is Alpha One requesting immediate reinforcements.
Roger, Alpha One, we have no authorization for backup.
No authorization? What the hell are you talking about?
Sorry, Alpha One, our order was to supply you
with one team and to spot the target.
What you mean to say is that's all you was paid to do.
Our order was to supply with one team... Alpha One out.
Cheap-ass CIA and their budget cuts.
They'd let all our asses perish if it'd save them a buck or two.
(SCREECHING)
(SCREAMING)
(SNARLING)
What in the hell is going on, Sergeant?
This thing just got one of my men.
Now, you listen to me, Sergeant, your government is being paid $50 million
to deliver a live a snake, not a dead one.
If it's dead, the price drops to five million.
Do you honestly want me to report back
that your actions here is costing the Russian government $45 million?
I don't think so!
(BEEPING)
Now, that thing is 200 meters ahead right behind that there rock.
I want you to get two of your men behind it,
and have them open up with a series of explosions
and small arms fire only.
And drive it straight back to me and my boys
waiting to give her 500,000 amps of pure power.
Yes, sir.
(PYTHON ROARS)
You, sir, right here.
(PYTHON ROARING)
(ORDERS IN RUSSIAN)
(ROARING)
(ORDERS IN RUSSIAN)
Detonate your charges, Sergeant.
They're too close!
Detonate your charges, Sergeant! That's an order!
(SOLDIERS YELL)
(SCREECHING)
Fire!
Well, Sergeant, looks like you made
your government $50 million richer.
Russian soldiers get 300 rubles a month, Colonel.
Outstanding.
Alpha One, you can send in the pick-up team.
I've got one big snake ready for departure.
Attempting emergency restart on engine number one.
All right, she's back on line.
This lightning has almost fried every instrument we have.
Shit. Get these people on the horn.
Jesus!
(MUFFLED RADIO TRANSMISSION)
Stand by to declare an emergency.
We're going to have to divert.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
If we change course now, we're gonna fly straight into the Chechen DMZ.
And if we stay steady, we're going to fly right into the heart of this fucker.
Screw it.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
PILOT: (OVER RADIO) Cargo, this is cockpit. Do you copy, Doc?
Doc? Doc?
I copy. Why are we turning?
What's your status? We cannot divert.
Cargo status?
Doc, I need answers now!
Doc? Doc?
Do you copy, Doc? Damn it.
(GRUNTS LOUDLY)
CO-PILOT: Oh, shit! We have SAMs inbound!
Three o'clock low. Oh, shit.
Mayday! Mayday!
This is Highway Man one-tag-six declaring a state of emergency!
We are under attack!
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
CO-PILOT: Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
This is Highway Man one-tag-six. We are under attack!
(ALL CHEERING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I think I got someone.
(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)
Forget it.
(BEEPING URGENTLY)
(SCREAMING)
A report? Chechens, most definite.
Get on the radio to Air Command.
Get the latest on any missing planes.
Sir...
I think you need to see this, sir.
ZUBOV: American.
Sir, over here.
Captain, call in a transport team now.
(LAUGHING)
Here you go, Vlade.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
They're staring at your ass again.
I know.
I hate that.
I know.
Remember the money.
I know.
AZIZ: Mr. Stoddard, it's a pleasure to see you
and your lovely wife again.
(LAUGHTER) I'll bet it is.
You have all of my cargo? I sure do.
I'll be right down.
Asshole.
Exquisite.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
You've outdone yourself, Mr. Stoddard.
I'm impressed.
Did you have any trouble with the authorities?
No. Let's just wrap this up, Aziz.
You know,
your wife looks exceptionally lovely today.
So, we're good?
What is this?
We agreed US dollars.
$10,000 US. We had a deal, Aziz.
Perhaps you should register a complaint, Mr. Stoddard.
With who, I do not know.
Pack it up! We're out of here.
AZIZ: The cargo will stay with me.
Take what I've offered you and leave, now.
Put this back in my crate on your way out.
Hey, Stoddard!
I'll throw in a thousand for a night with your wife.
US dollars.
(LAUGHS)
(GRUNTS)
No. Back off.
Back off. Hey, hey, hey. Easy, guys. Easy.
Aziz!
Mr. Larson.
I'm sorry, I hope I didn't break anything.
No problem.
How much does he owe you?
How much? He's been paid...
$10,000 US.
(STAMMERS)
There you go.
What's this? It's a check.
NALIA: Who are you?
You owe me $10,000.
I think I can arrange that. I'm sure you can.
(STAMMERING) Yeah, let's go inside.
You should have said 20.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
LARSON: Aziz is a... Well, he's a schemer,
but we sometimes have to do business with him.
NALIA: Thanks again. I mean, for the check.
Hey, it's the least I can do.
I didn't just give you $10,000, all right.
I've sought you out. I have a proposition for your company.
STODDARD: Okay, why us?
Well...
Emil!
Uh, why you? Well, because I'm on a deadline,
and you're the only game in town.
Before I get into this, Nalia, are you still a Russian citizen?
NALIA: Yes. Why?
(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING) (SCREAMING)
LARSON: All right, listen up, guys.
A couple of days ago we had an American plane
go down in eastern Russia, a cargo plane.
Fortunately for us, some of the locals investigated it.
It didn't take them long to determine that the plane was American,
so they reported it to the authorities.
NALIA: Were there any survivors? LARSON: No, I'm afraid not.
Fortunately, the cargo did survive.
They took it to a military base near Volgodonsk,
and we need to go pick it up.
How big is your cargo?
Big enough that I need your truck and your services.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
So what does this have to do with my Russian citizenship?
Merci.
Russian customs.
It's easier to get freight in and out of Russia
if the shipping company isn't foreign.
$100,000 US.
Upon delivery of goods to Munich.
We'll take the cargo back by air to the States.
I need an answer now. I got no time.
(CHUCKLES) So this is the hard sell?
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, real hard sell. $100,000 of a real hard sell.
Sounds pretty good to me.
I think I'm gonna... Ahem. Two hours.
Two hours. Okay.
I'll be at the Ottoman. Do you know where that is? Mmm-hmm.
Two hours. $100,000. Think about it.
What the hell was that? Grab the baseball.
(LAUGHING) Nalia.
Have you ever seen anything like it?
Never.
DOCTOR: We're getting contradictory readings from it.
I'm hesitant about proceeding further
before we know what it is.
(BUZZING) ASSISTANT: The kinetic sensors are tripping.
I'm detecting movement inside!
I do not want that opened yet.
(THUDDING)
The harm's been done, Doctor.
Let's have a look.
Go.
(SIZZLING) (SCREAMING)
(HISSING)
Fire!
(SCREAMS)
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
So, what's your problem? Don't you think it sounds a little strange?
What? Larson.
Showing up like that with a check.
I don't trust him.
All right, let's have it.
It doesn't make sense.
No one has luck like this, especially us.
I just don't think his story sounds right.
Great, honey. You want me to pass up on a $100,000 contract,
guaranteed by the US government,
because my wife doesn't think it sounds right?
(SCOFFS) Who hands someone a check for $10,000?
Hey, the check was good.
Maybe he needs our services really bad.
(SCOFFS) That badly? At least he's American.
(GROANS)
And all Americans are honest, right?
$100,000.
You know what we could do with that?
We could quit this shipping crap.
I could take you out of here.
I could take you to... Where?
America?
What is the point of US dollars after all
if we can't use them in the US?
What happened...
What I did,
it's not something you just get over.
You know why.
Quit punishing yourself.
You're a good man. That's why I love you. (SIGHS)
You have to let the past go.
(SIGHS)
Nalia...
We have to do this for us.
Please.
All right.
I will do this with you.
But you have to promise me. Hmm?
Promise me we'll go to America.
(GROANS) A-ha-ha.
Okay.
Let's go home. Hmm.
(BECKONING)
Hey, puppy. (DOG WHIMPERS)
Well...
I take it this means we're in business.
Yeah, I guess it does.
Nalia. That's my loader, Vlade.
Vlade, nice to meet you.
I brought a little extra help for you, too.
How big did you say this cargo was?
It's big. I'll help you.
Matthew Coe. Hi.
Here's a map. I highlighted the route on there.
If you follow us, there shouldn't be any problems.
And cell phone.
Push send, it'll get me direct.
And finally, papers. Bills of lading.
You guys have your passports, right?
Yeah, we do.
Something the matter?
Those are some big boys.
They look more like bodyguards.
Yeah, we, uh, genetically enhance our employees to increase productivity.
I'm kidding. (LAUGHS)
Uh, Greg, I need some information on the cargo sizes.
Greg.
How you doing? Dwight Stoddard.
We know who you are. I love baseball.
I saw you playing in New York.
What a career. Now you're here.
Let's get rollin'.
Dwight?
Hey, is everything all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
STODDARD: I think you're right about these jokers.
NALIA: Well, we had no problems with customs.
Are you still feeling confident with all this?
I don't know. (SIGHS)
I kind of like to check out the team before I sign up.
But $100,000.
Maybe they're not so bad.
LARSON: Here we go.
The data's coming through now.
The compound is low security.
We should be able to move in
and secure the base without any problems.
Get my cargo.
They won't be expecting us.
(BEEPING)
There's two entry points to the sub-levels.
We'll take care of both of them.
If anything goes wrong, we'll use them as a fallback area.
We won't need a fallback area.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Hopefully.
We're here.
Now what? Well, where is everyone?
Turn on your phone, please?
Morning.
(BEEPING)
So, what is the problem?
Nobody seems to be at the gate.
All right. We're going to go inside and check things out.
You wait in the truck, all right? Let's go!
Follow us inside.
How long till we get to work?
LARSON: I'll let you know. (VAN ENGINE STARTS)
Anybody else starting to get a bad feeling about this?
Are they really sneaking onto a Russian military base?
Just keep telling yourself...
$100,000.
It's not a corporate kind of package.
(CHUCKLES)
All right, ladies, secure the entry points.
Find my cargo.
Anything out of the ordinary, you report it.
What the fuck is this?
Nothing that is going to affect your job, Stoddard.
Who are you people? Don't fuck with me, Larson.
You tell me what's going on,
or I'll wheel my truck out of here faster than...
(GUN COCKS) Is there any problem?
Stoddard, this cargo is extremely important to us.
So don't fuck with me, all right?
So, what? Are you going to invade Russia?
We're getting what's ours and we're leaving.
Prep your damn truck.
(SCOFFS)
COE: All right. Let's split up. You two this way.
Keruptkot, follow me.
LARSON: (OVER RADIO) Crawley, status?
CRAWLEY: Nothing. Nothing at all.
There is no one here. The place is deserted.
LARSON: What?
COE: I'm getting the same, Larson. This place is cleared out.
LARSON: Continue sweeping the area.
Crawley, move to the south entrance.
Everybody, stay sharp.
All right, copy that.
I don't know what the hell they're doing.
I can't see anything from here.
Well, I got to take a piss. But Larson said we should stay here.
I got to go, Nalia.
(SCOFFS)
Hey, don't let Larson get to you that way.
Let's just finish this job and get out of here.
Okay?
LARSON: Crawley, report.
The place looks deserted.
Moderate damage to the complex.
There has been fighting here.
No KIAs.
LARSON: Copy that. Hold your position.
Oh, no.
Hey, hey, hey. I just got to take a leak.
Do it and then get back with the truck.
We're not ready for your help yet.
No.
(THUNDERCLAP)
COE: Finish your sweep.
Make contact when you've found the entrance.
Copy.
COE: Larson.
Larson, let's go.
Larson?
Let's go.
(POUNDING)
(POUNDING CONTINUES)
Dwight. What are you doing?
I lost my temper. With the truck?
You moron.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
It will be okay.
The adventures you take me on.
It's like being married to a gypsy.
You got to see this.
The bunker's a primary entrance.
Clive, what's your position? CLIVE: Finishing our sweep.
Meet us at the main bunker.
Shit.
We found the secondary entry point.
It looks like an old missile bunker. LARSON: Copy.
Stand by. He said, "Stand by."
What the hell happened here? (GASPS)
I don't know.
Definitely a missile room.
Fuel down here.
I found the access.
(HISSING)
COE: Copy that. Head for the main bunker.
Maybe Chechens could have done this.
Let's get back to the truck.
(PYTHON SNORTING)
Whoa!
I got a dead guy.
LARSON: McEwen, quit playing around and move.
(HISSING)
(ROARS) (SCREAMS)
(SCREECHING)
Vlade! Where you going?
Come in! Check on the civilians.
Vlade, get the fuck out of there!
What the hell was that? I don't give a shit, we're out of here!
Nalia, get back to the truck.
Damn it, Stoddard, I told you to wait at the truck!
Can't you follow simple instructions?
I said I will call you.
See you later, Larson. Vlade.
You stupid son of a bitch. Shit.
COE: Boyer, we just lost McEwen.
(STATIC) ...get back here on the double.
I don't copy, say again.
(BROKEN DIALOGUE, STATIC)
(HISSING)
(SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(CRASHING)
Nalia, are you okay? Yeah.
What the hell happened? I don't know.
(PANTING)
Did you see what did this?
No. You didn't see anything?
No.
What the hell happened to my truck?
(AUTODIALING)
Yeah, this is Larson. Our friend is out of the bag.
This mission's a scrub.
Come and get us. MAN: Negative.
Find capsule and retrieve the sample for DNA...
Did you hear me say the fucking snake is out?
The DNA is now your mission priority.
Larson, the clock is ticking.
You're free to go. STODDARD: Free to go?
Go where? How?
Away from here. I don't care how.
That's not my problem.
Here you go. Paid in full.
We were supposed to pick up a military weapon, weren't we?
We can't get in there.
Secondary entrance is now closed for good.
Larson.
Go ahead.
That's a negative on the second entrance. Copy that.
Your man's dead.
Copy that.
Did you see it? Problem, Coe?
No.
They want us to get the DNA.
Meet me at the primary entrance.
What are we supposed to do?
Get the hell out of here.
We can't stay here.
All right, look. I'm sorry I got you into this situation.
But I'm telling you right now,
if you tag along, I'm not responsible for you.
There he is. You lose.
I don't fucking believe it.
He's more resilient than you gave him credit for.
CRAWLEY: He quit the major leagues, I figure he'd quit here.
COE: He almost killed a guy.
Maybe he had his reasons for leaving.
CRAWLEY: What did he do? COE: He hit a guy in his head
with a 100 miles-per-hour fastball.
On purpose?
That's the unanswered question.
Ready? COE: Let's do it.
It looks like somebody had a nice little fire fight.
Yeah, no shit.
The access hatch to the lower levels is on the far side.
Let's keep moving.
(SCREECHING)
What was that... Shh.
(WHISPERS) Not a word.
Follow me.
Where is it?
I don't know. Where is what?
What? Shh.
LARSON: Hold your fire! Oh, shit!
(NALIA GASPS) LARSON: Shit!
Hello, bitch.
(SCREECHING)
Let's go! Let's go!
What was that?
What the fuck was that? That was your cargo.
You guys aren't afraid of snakes, are you?
STODDARD: We're heading out! VLADE: We've got to get out of here!
Fuck!
Let's go, let's go! (GUNFIRE)
Ammo!
Oh, shit!
Come on, Nalia.
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GUNFIRE STRIKING PYTHON)
(ROARS) (GASPS)
Vlade, no!
(YELLING)
Come on! Come on!
Ahhh!
(SIZZLING) No! Vlade!
(SCREAMING)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMING)
(VLADE SCREAMING)
Go, go, go, go.
I can't see.
Let me see your eyes.
The blindness will wear off.
Come on.
It'll wear off. No lasting damage.
No lasting damage? What about Vlade?
Was that no lasting damage?
Well, now what?
COE: There's another entry point.
Worse from here. Blown to shit.
It's still on fire.
Once it goes out, we can go through.
Yeah, once the fire goes out.
What about the cell phone? Can't you call someone?
COE: It looks like Russians tried to set up barricade.
Yeah...
To keep him in or out?
NALIA: Maybe there's people still alive down there.
Hey...
Here. A bullet is chambered.
Thanks.
What's wrong?
Anybody read Russian?
COE: Fucking perfect.
It's too blurry.
Save your eyes.
We'll make an educated guess.
You really did your homework, didn't you, Larson?
This way.
Check out the next room.
I'll be in here for a while.
Ah, it hurts.
She'll be all right. Give it an hour or two.
I found these blueprints in the storage room.
Any way out? Ventilation duct.
Too small. Forget it.
I'll be right back.
What the fuck is that?
The cargo.
Are you ever gonna give me a straight fucking answer?
I'm CIA.
From now on,
you can call me Special Agent Larson.
MAN: You got in? Great! I got in.
I'm about the only living person that's seen this thing in action.
This is how your cargo was being transported.
(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUNNING)
LARSON: Sir, there...
There are warning signs all over this thing.
I... I don't think this is such a good idea.
MAN: You've got my permission. Open it up.
We had a plane go down just like this back in the States.
A little town called Ruby.
This isn't a racing circuit, Cooper.
LARSON: I was a cop there at the time.
(GUN FIRES) Got all sucked up in this thing just like you have.
The, uh, specimen, a fucking snake, survived the crash
and started feeding on the locals.
She's a military experiment,
a genetic freak.
Acid-spitting, intelligent, and damn near bulletproof.
A perfect weapon.
Company sent in some agents to neutralize her, but they got killed too.
(HOWLING)
She almost got me.
But I got lucky.
We killed her, and believe me, that's not easy to do.
(EXPLOSION)
Since I was a cop, the government drafted me
into the Agency to keep a lid on things.
Now, I'm pretty much the only authority on the matter.
Now I'm gonna gather us a bio-sample,
and get us the hell out of here.
Let someone else finish this job.
How will someone else finish it?
I can only guess.
So now you know the whole, ugly truth.
Now, tell me something,
did you really try and kill Phillips?
I mean, everybody knew you had a hard-on for each other,
but was keeping a win that important to you?
Was keeping your career that important to you?
If so, maybe you and I have more in common than you think.
Where is Larson?
He found what's left of his cargo.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Larson, go. MAN: The failsafe has been activated.
What? I got the DNA. Give me some time down here.
Your ETA is now two hours and 26 minutes. Good luck.
We need to check out the escape route.
It's gotta be down the other passageway near the intersection.
LARSON: We're gonna find a way out of here.
You wait here, let's go. COE: Come on.
Looks like the Russian missile silos.
Maybe we should play dead.
Play dead, we'll be dead.
They activated the failsafe. Shit.
What the... It's a way out.
Whoa! The fire's still going strong.
We'll have to extinguish it.
Crawley, come in.
I'm here.
I need the other C-4.
We're going to blow through these flames.
What about our civilians?
Have them stay there. We'll come back for them. Let's go.
Stay with her.
This is going to take a while.
You need a bath. I know.
Do you remember the first time we had a bath together?
(CHUCKLES) Your father kicked in the door.
He thought you were trying to have your way with me.
I was.
What are you thinking of?
Vlade.
I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.
Shh... (LOUD CRASH)
Dwight? Shh.
I'm right here. Don't you leave me.
No, I'm just gonna go to the door.
I'm just gonna go to the door. It's okay.
(GRUNTS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
NALIA: Dwight?
Dwight?
What is it?
Are you all right?
Dwight, what's wrong?
(GROWLS)
Who are you?
And why are you here?
(CHOKING) Did you bring this hell to my base?
No, no, please.
(GASPS)
How did you get in here?
(GRUNTS)
How did you get in here?
Dwight!
(GRUNTS)
Nalia, are you all right?
You son of a bitch.
Goddamn it, Nalia.
Stay down! (GUNSHOT)
I told you not to leave me.
Sorry.
Get up!
Who the hell are you?
I am Colonel Zubov,
the commanding officer of this base.
What happened here?
Use your eyes, American.
The snakes you bastards dropped on my country did this.
We didn't drop shit.
What does he mean "snakes"?
(GASPS)
(HISSING)
(SCREAMING)
Crawley, hang on to that C-4! I need that C-4!
Fuck!
Son of a bitch.
(ROARING, HOWLING)
Crawley's dead,
there's another snake out there.
We know. You know?
(CHUCKLES) Great.
Okay, our way is blocked out by fire.
We need C-4 to blast through the flames.
We need the C-4 from the van.
How are we going to get up there?
Ventilation ducts.
Who the hell's he?
Zubov. He's the commanding officer of this base.
What did you say?
Ventilation ducts.
They are too small. Nobody can fit in there.
She can.
Forget it. No way!
It's our only chance, Stoddard.
No.
If she doesn't, we're all dead.
Listen to me,
the government's gonna deny any of this happened, all right?
They're sending in planes. We're living on borrowed time.
She stays here.
Okay. Okay, fine.
Let's stop wasting time arguing about this.
We'll all be dead in two hours.
Anybody know any good church hymns?
You know any good church hymns?
I'll go.
I'm not letting you do this.
You can't even see.
I don't think I have a choice.
How are you doing?
I hate you.
Clear on what you're doing?
Be careful.
Oh, God!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Larson, go.
MAN: The project has been moved to black.
What? Black project? Why is it black?
MAN: Satellite indicates the Soviets are advancing.
The project is now black.
Who else is down there with you?
LARSON: I have civilians down here, why?
MAN: We've received reports from hard-line transmissions coming from your area.
Nobody's using an inside line. (BEEPS)
Who's making calls down here?
What about the Russian? Shit.
The world will know of this. I've told them.
(GRUNTS)
Well, that was a stupid fucking thing to do.
Larson!
You're going to start murdering now, too?
Piece of shit.
Fuck.
You piece of shit.
It's black.
No evidence, no witnesses.
(NALIA PANTING)
(GASPS)
They're coming.
How much time have we got?
LARSON: Hour... (WATCH BEEPS)
Maybe less.
KERUPTKOT: (OVER RADIO) Wires run to end of the tunnel. Still no sign of snakes.
Copy. Stand by.
It's all up to your wife now.
(PANTING)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLS)
(HOWLS)
(YELLS)
(PANTING)
(SNARLS) (GASPS)
(NALIA SCREAMS)
STODDARD: Nalia!
It's coming.
Keruptkot. KERUPTKOT: Standing... Standing by.
We are on our way. Copy that.
Stoddard, did you try to hit that batter? What?
Come on, tell me the truth? Did you?
I choked, man. It was an accident.
Just in case, if you don't know,
he's okay. He can walk again.
I thought you should know.
PILOT: (OVER RADIO) Entering Russian airspace.
No contacts, proceeding on course.
(PYTHON SNARLS)
Don't leave me!
(PYTHON HOWLS)
(GRUNTS)
NALIA: Dwight! Dwight!
Come on.
(GUNFIRE) (NALIA SCREAMS)
Come on!
LARSON: Throw up the C-4! (PYTHON SQUEALS, ROARS)
STODDARD: No! (NALIA SCREAMS)
No!
Ahhh!
No!
Go! (CELL PHONE RINGING)
PILOT: Four minutes to Square Base.
This is Larson. The game is not over. Reset the clock.
Repeat... Fuck!
This is Larson, reset the clock. The game is not over.
Repeat, reset... Fuck!
This is Larson... Don't you fucking hang up on me!
What happened?
Are we ready?
Yeah. Finish your job.
(GUNSHOT)
PILOT: Two minutes. All right, baby, let's move it on in.
Descending now to 2,000 feet.
STODDARD: Thanks for waiting, asshole.
Oh, good, you're here.
Will you hand me that C-4?
Thanks.
NALIA: No! No! (GRUNTS)
Why?
Black project, no evidence.
That was my job. You bastard.
I'm sorry. Truly, I am...
Sorry. (GRUNTS)
(EXPLOSION)
(YELLS)
No!
Put that down! No!
Put it down! No!
Put it down or you're going to blow us up!
Put the fucking gun down! Put it down. Tell her to put it down!
Put it down, we'll all get out of here alive! I promise!
Put that down. Hey, don't push that button.
Don't push that fucking button.
All right, all right, all right, all right.
Okay? We're friends, right? All right.
We're all going to get out of here okay. Put that down, okay.
Don't push that button. You're not going to make it, Larson.
(HISSING)
(GRUNTING) No!
(GROANING)
Go, go, go. LARSON: (STRAINING) Please.
(ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
Call! Nalia, call!
Nalia, call!
Come on. Come on! (BEEPING)
Are you all right? Yeah! Come on!
PILOT: Bombs away.
STODDARD: Come on! The other snake is coming!
(ROARING)
(SCREECHING)
(BOTH GASPING)
All right. You win, baby.
Win what?
We're going home. (CHUCKLES)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)