Father. Sit down.
Hey, Murph.
Is it here?
I hope so.
You got us into this.
You got to get us out.
I don't know how much time I have before
I can't go back.
This is it.
It's here.
I found it.
Look at this fucking guy.
Asleep at the post.
Nothin' out in this part of the jungle to
be afraid of, except maybe cobras.
"Cobras", he says.
Aren't you a bag full of nightmares.
Pops got bit by one back in '35.
Bed ridden for a week before he passed,
went through a whole case of wine in the process.
Give me a hand with these.
Now we're talking.
-What kind of wine? -Don't know.
Must have been good.
Because he said it was the best week of his life.
Is that so?
That and the stag films my uncle showed him on his last night.
Careful with these things. You know what's inside?
You ain't never seen a stag film, I take it.
It'll change your life.
Just put a blindfold on Jesus.
Hey, buddy.
How about you give two tired
Marines a hand over here?
Poor bastard's probably piss
drunk and trying to sleep it off.
He can sleep it off in the barracks.
My back hurts.
Soldier, wake up
and help us out!
Want to do the honours?
I thought you'd never ask.
Hey, you can sleep when you're dead.
Which, judging by your work
ethic, will be Thursday.
We need a hand here.
I'll keep an eye on Fort Knox over here!
Marine! Wake up!
Fuck!
Whiskey and meat.
Haven't seen these in a while.
I have.
You know you're in the finest bar in this
shitty little fucking town.
Not a fucking museum, my friend.
Do you understand?
Is that yours?
-What? -The coat, asshole.
Is it yours?
Could you hear him?
Couldn't hear a thing.
Listen, my friend, you're gonna have to fucking speak up.
Especially when you're in my establishment.
I can't hear you.
So start talking.
Yes, it's mine.
Now, that's a lousy fucking German accent.
So it's either yours.
Or you stole it off some dead Nazi bastard.
And before you say anything, your answer determines
how quickly I throw your fucking ass out in the street.
I told you, the coat is mine.
Stand up!
Oh, you're a dancer?
Because I'm a dancer, too.
Kick this son of a bitch out of my fucking bar.
Kateryna.
Hey, solider boy!
You bite his neck, I'll blow your fucking
head off.
I was wondering when you were going to show up.
Jessica, get my friend his chair.
I know who you are, Holy Man.
You and your father before you.
I know. And you, you know who I am.
You should be more careful.
Yeah, I should.
Exciting night, huh?
Very exciting.
I haven't heard much
about you in a while.
Figured you'd finally settled in for a dirt nap.
Somebody sent you.
No, no, no. Nobody sent me.
I swear, nobody sent me.
Who do you swear to?
Well, I can't say that.
You of all people understand that, right preacher?
-Again, who do you swear to? -No.
No!
Let's see you
grow them back.
And take off this ungodly jacket
before I rip it apart with you in it.
They just got here.
Long time, Dwayne.
That's Reverend to you.
Last we heard,
you barely made it out of that siege in the South Pacific.
Sending that scumbag as bait.
Had to get your attention.
Whatever you're here to offer me,
I'm not interested.
You care to hear us out first?
- No. - Kateryna.
Get the Reverend his whiskey.
We're prepared to open up
classified files about your father.
In return.
May we sit?
Ladies,
get these gentlemen some seats.
Follow me, gentlemen.
Get yourselves comfy.
Yo, Murph.
What do you think? You think I can trust them?
Fuck no.
Here's the deal.
I hear you out.
You have a drink with me.
You don't want one,
my friend will shoot you in the face.
Sure. Pour me one.
Enjoy.
You want to start a tab or should I just close
you out?
-Start a tab. -Close me out.
Now, go on.
We lost contact with Marine Outposts on the Island of Kota
near the Mariana Trench.
We need someone with skills.
In your
area of expertise.
Knowledge of things that most men
won't even admit exist.
Retrieve this
from one of our local operatives.
She said she got it off a marine
who couldn't talk,
because he had his throat ripped out.
Yeah, it's either this thing wiping out.
these men, or the Japanese Imperial Army out there,
also setting up camp.
We need to be sure.
Last we heard,
your father also disappeared from these parts.
You'd be going in with a team of individuals
handpicked for this particular type of situation.
They know what they're getting themselves into?
They've been told that Marines are disappearing
and imperial soldiers may be responsible.
Only the two of us,
you, and our superiors,
know anything more.
And I guess your friend over there.
Once you go in, you'll have approximately
48 hours to reestablish radio contact from the transport.
Otherwise, we'll assume you
and the rest of your team are dead.
Do these guys know they've been sent on a suicide mission?
Well, that's not really their concern.
Just make sure you keep your end on the bargain.
Yeah, we will.
You have our word.
Fucking bullshit.
Welcome to my little workshop.
It's nice.
Thank you.
Something ain't right, Murph.
It never is with those types.
You go in expecting
marinara sauce and you get alfredo.
I love alfredo.
Does the word Yamashita mean
anything to you?
Yamashita?
Doesn't ring any bells for me, but
I will look into it for you.
Thanks.
I figured that vampire would be under the ground by now.
Vampires from his bloodline
never rest easy.
They're bottom feeders.
Normally, they eat rats
and little rodents.
They're hard to kill.
And they can survive
when other things will die.
Remember that.
When you radio those bastards,
you make sure you contact me as well.
-Got it? -Okay. I will.
What's in this box?
Well, I thought you'd never ask.
Be my guest.
It's made from silver
that I took from the Alps.
You've been busy.
Well, you were on that island for a long time.
I had to keep myself occupied somehow.
It's been tested?
You're the first.
I always am.
You're going to need these.
Now, if you don't mind,
I have a bar to run.
So I put a full bottle of soda pop on it,
and it only made her twitch around even more.
Twitch how? Like, with a
rattlesnake with its head cut off?
Or a chicken with its head cut off?
Easy, man.
You don't want to upset the ladies here.
Hey, we are ladies.
But I bet we get more action than you, dumb shit.
She got you there, bro.
All right, all right.
I'll tell you this much. I've been clear around
this planet and back and I ain't seen nothin' like it.
Not in Bombay, not in Tijuana, not in Billy's cousin's fucking
bedroom, nothing.
I do got a hot cousin.
You say you've been around the planet. But I can tell you
never been to the D.R.
You want to meet the most beautiful señoritas on the
planet, that's where they at.
You should come to El Paso, Texas, buddy.
Show you some spicy mamacita's there.
Oh, Billy boy, you couldn't handle spicy mamacita's
if you wanted to.
I think your mom and sister would disagree.
He's a funny one.
He's always, always being funny.
What about you?
How do you like your spaghetti and meat sauce?
Me? I like my pasta al dente.
Cooked to perfection.
But the sauce, it needs a nice, slow cook.
You know what I mean? Eight hours to be exact.
Goddamn, Foley.
I'm sorry, what? What'd she say?
She say, "Are you talking about food or the ladies?"
Hey, hey. Both.
And now you're making her hungry.
-Mmm. For what? -Guess.
Ah-ha! Mh-hm.
What about you, Big Papa?
What do you go in for?
Nuns maybe?
Does this answer your question?
What? That mean you don't like the ladies?
Hey, what's with the clergyman?
Don't tell me Samuel found his moral compass
when he was out recruiting.
Hey, uh, Rev.
I uh, I hope you got a loaded pistol
inside that bible of yours. You're going to need it.
And some holy water for the fucking locals.
You know, I drank holy water once at Mass.
And what happened?
Heartburn.
Care to fill us in on your presence, Father?
If one of you heathens
start pushing up daisies,
I'm here to read you your last rites.
Rev.
What?
What are you doing here?
Well,
I guess we should get this out the way.
Yeah, agreed.
This guy's barely finished grammar school.
They're morons, believe anything.
Be on a level with me, why are you here?
Foley, I can ask you the same thing.
Yeah, you could.
But, it's classified.
Classified.
You're not the same since the last time I saw you.
Well, what do you expect?
I go home to a whore wife,
general air of disrespect.
I mean, that
changes people.
What? No heroes welcome?
Excuse my French but,
it's a goddamn myth.
I don't think that was French.
Whatever you say.
Adams tells me,
the Japs have been taking out Marine camps.
That's all we need to know.
That's it.
You believe that?
Ain't shit for them on those islands.
Well I'll tell you, I believe in paychecks.
So we're just going in, looking for a few disappearing
jarheads who are probably just drunk and shacked up
with a few of them exotic local girls?
Why send Padre here?
Look. Like I said, I'm just here for the last rites.
Just in case.
Right, yeah. Okay. Whatever you say.
This is it!
Let's go fuck shit up!
Let's go, boys!
Jesus fuck!
Fuck yeah!
Oh, yeah.
Don't think we're in Texas anymore, boys.
Wrong way, Rev.
Oh, son of a bitch!
Never gets easier.
Oh. Oh, son of a bitch.
Yep, we're down one.
But I think I'll find him.
Goddamn!
Poor bastard.
He either got a dud or he didn't pull it in time.
He pulled it. Unlucky motherfucker.
Fell right into the trap.
Literally.
All right,
let's get all the shit in the woods.
Are we going to bury the fucker or what?
Far as you can get it.
We got dropped right in the middle of fray here
so stay alert, lock and load, and let's move.
So what's your name, Padre? Your real name.
Is that important?
Well, I mean, you cut down this godforsaken jungle,
and you want to usher me to the great beyond.
I'd like to know who I'm speaking with.
My name's not important.
Just remember you talking to Jesus.
We used to speak back all the time.
Until he stopped listening.
Any idea why that is?
It's because you don't floss, Billy.
Oh, shut your mouth, Torque.
Yeah, at least my mouth tastes good.
All right, keep it down, keep it down.
Anyways, we were talking about Jesus.
What do you talk to him about?
I used to speak to him all the time.
Pray to him.
You think he's listening?
Let's park it over there.
I don't know. Sure as fuck hope so.
Hold.
What would you say that is?
It's hard to say.
Could be entryway into the village.
Or someone set up the camp for the night.
I say we go in guns blazing.
No, no, no, we don't want to
announce our arrival so soon.
Well, anyone who finds Sikes, will know we're here already.
All right, everybody, we're going to go full perimeter.
Blackjack, Billy, Torque.
Go around east.
Rest, follow me.
We're to split down the centre and go west point.
-What about me? -You?
East team, go to the rear.
Try to keep up Reverend.
What the fuck is going on here?
I'll be goddamned if I know.
What the hell is going on?
Either way he's going to hit the ground.
Told you.
That's our cue. Let's go.
Let's kill these assholes.
So much for not announcing our arrival.
Don't let me get old, fun buddy.
Let's go.
Fucking cover me, cover me!
Go!
On your six, on your six!
Stephen Hill Johnson.
My brother.
Haven't seen him since he deployed in '42.
He would...
He would write letters to my family,
and they stopped coming like six months ago.
You're here to read last rites?
Have at it.
Anybody else find anything useful?
I saw a room full of American military gear.
So they're stockpiling from other marine camps.
It looks like it.
All right, let's, uh,
let's go find a place to set up camp for the night.
Come on.
Sorry for your loss.
He was a good kid.
I bet he was.
Sorry.
Rico, you take all the shifts?
Can't sleep in a place like this.
All right, this is it!
Rise and shine.
Oh, man.
You woke me from my dream girl.
Come on.
Waiting for your mom to cook you breakfast?
Come on, come on.
You don't want the Sarge's cooking.
Unless you want to get the shits.
Stay sharp.
Well we sure are friendly.
She said you must be used
to seeing Americans here.
Reckon anyone speak English?
Oh, hello.
No, nothing?
Don't think they speak Arabic here, buddy.
Keep looking, there got to be
someone around here who speaks enough English to know
if there's any Americans here.
Hey, what's Padre doing?
Probably converting him.
He said there was a
marine camp set up not too far away from here.
It seems like only a couple of miles.
Can you ask him if there are Americans there now?
I don't think he's understanding me.
Hey! Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hey. Hey. Hey. American!
We're looking for some Americans!
Have you seen...
American?
Have you seen American?
I don't think it's going to help, Chief.
Hey, saying it slower never helps.
I just don't want these people wasting my goddamn time.
Maybe I can help.
-You speak English. -Yes.
Soldiers taught me.
Are you soldiers?
Yeah, something like that.
We're looking for some missing ones.
They set up shop here a few weeks ago
and we lost contact with them.
Shop?
-A store? -No, no, no.
Like a,
a camp. A base. Outpost.
Like a home?
Exactly. Like a home.
Hey. The old man said there's a home
not too far away from here.
He's right. It's not very far.
Can you show us?
I can.
But the road is very dangerous.
That's all right, we can handle that.
The soldiers there?
Not that I'm aware of.
Where are they?
They are dead.
All right, listen up!
This is now a salvage mission.
Take us to it?
I can. Follow me.
It's that way.
Torque's beautiful, huh?
She thinks you're cute, too!
And there I am.
You can't have them all.
I think I can.
Never free before.
Hey, you two idiots. Stay sharp.
Heads up, guys.
So, this, uh,
all I know it's under Japanese control I understand?
They come and go.
Yeah, well they're gone now.
Because last night we took out a whole camp of them.
There will be more. There always are.
The rest of us live in peace here with nature.
We want no trouble.
Yeah, well the Japanese
most likely took out the Marines we came here looking for.
You have had to deal with any of them?
Not these, these were new.
But the previous group of soldiers
we had many dealings with.
That's why I learned English.
You look familiar.
You look like someone
who was here before the war.
How long have your people been here?
I can't say for sure.
The elder men say thousands of years.
Others say much less.
Much history has been lost.
-Lost? -Their stories.
A man, an ancestor cursed by the shaman
and exiled by his
people for eating the insides of another.
It is said that he was the first of our village.
We're not far. Let's keep moving.
This is it, huh?
Yeah.
The Japanese built it years ago.
Hey, Foley.
What the fuck happened here?
Most likely the men you fought last night
did this.
No, no, no, these men were slaughtered?
This wasn't done by bullets.
This was something else.
Something made these men suffer.
Savages.
Something's not right here, Boss.
Could be a fucking animal. Made a meal of one of them.
Makes sense to me.
Something ain't right here, Boss.
This is the most messed up thing I've ever seen.
All right, everyone.
Get inside there, start sweeping.
Copy that, Boss.
Go looking for other remains.
Jesus H. Christ.
Sorry father.
I'm not a preacher.
Holy fuck.
It's like a joke.
Mother Mary and Joseph.
What the fuck happened here?
Jesus.
Kind of figured it'd be worse inside.
How's that?
Gut feeling.
Y'all ever seen something like this before?
Oh, yeah.
Grandpappy's slaughterhouse
down in East Texas.
Reminds me of the room they throw the extra bits in.
It's what they make sausages and hot dogs of.
She said, "Thank you for the tip."
Yeah. Thanks, buddy.
I'll never hot dogs at a baseball game again.
Hey.
For your collection.
Ahrens, Marshall.
Anyone ever heard of him?
- No sir. - No sir.
All right then, keep moving.
Come on, move.
Blackjack.
Collect the rest of them, would you?
Rev?
Do me a favor, would you?
Last rites.
Is that a joke?
Last rites are said before they pass on.
Well, as you can
see, they didn't have that privilege.
Know what I mean?
Do it anyway.
Sure.
Y'all see what I see?
I ain't blind.
No. No. No.
No, no.
Shit!
No, no.
Ah, shit!
Now that is beautiful.
Now, you know that's not yours, right?
You missed.
I wanted to cause
you fucking pain.
It fucking hurts.
You know,
I knew you'd be back.
It's hard to suck blood out of rats
when you don't have any fucking teeth.
Did those army boys send you?
No, I swear.
Not this time. I was just hungry.
Okay.
I believe you.
Then have pity on me.
Give me six vials and I'll be on my way.
No.
I want you to tell me,
are they going to keep their word
and give my friend the Reverend the info on
his father when his mission is over?
That's a suicide mission.
You pop off like that again,
and I'm going to move that fucking stake over your heart
and I'm going to end you.
Okay, okay.
What do you want?
-What do I want? -Yes.
I want to know who Yamashita is.
Yamashita.
Okay. Japanese general.
His crew.
Well, they went rogue on him
Murph, took all the gold Murph, four crates,
a present given to him by his father.
Go on then.
Well, apparently they're hiding the gold
on an island somewhere south of Japan.
Holy shit.
General Yamashita's gold.
Now that wouldn't be an island
that a certain friend of mine, the Reverend is on.
Well, maybe.
Maybe the holy man and that wrecking crew,
aren't the first to try.
They wouldn't send us here for this.
Why else do you think our men were stationed here?
Well, to be honest,
he ain't going to make it, Murph.
Oof!
Yeah, he ain't going to make it!
What did I tell you my friend?
-Neither are you. -No. Wait!
Listen to this.
I'm fast! I'm real fast.
And me and you.
We can get the gold, Murph.
We can make a deal.
We can go to the North Pole
because I'm hearing it's great this time of year.
It's dark, it's cold. And hey!
With your complexion, you'll fit right in!
Question! The eyes. Are we related?
I don't know.
Either way, you could open a bar
for the indigenous.
Murph! Come on, what do you say?
I already have a bar.
Yes!
Put that back.
Give me that, you little minx.
Get your hands off of it.
You too. It's not fucking candy.
Get your paws off of that.
- Yes sir, Boss. - I'll be right back.
Get your hands off!
Start walking.
Off you go.
Wait, look.
Fucking move!
There's a tree about fifty yards away
with a nice bit of cool shade.
You can make it.
What?
I can't make that!
You're just going to have to fucking try, aren't you?
No.
That's a dirty trick!
Now that was a dirty trick.
Let that son of a bitch burn.
So is it good news or bad news?
You already know.
Yes I do.
So as to the spirit elixir,
the inscription says
that it will not turn you back,
but it will and can
delay the transition.
Great.
Well.
I was never in a hurry to die anyway.
Let's see.
Bottoms up, brother.
How about something more familiar?
Oh, now that would be better.
Oh, God, I feel good.
I'm so sorry
this happened to you.
But immortal life
ain't the worst thing in the world, you know?
So, how much more time do I have?
From what I could translate clearly,
you have about a month.
Time enough to get good and lost.
It's okay.
Being a father
is the best thing this life
can ever give you, Murph.
Don't worry.
I'll have his back.
And I will see you on the other side, my friend.
Good bye, my friend.
Good bye.
We need to leave.
They don't want your kind here.
Just take the cursed gold and go.
It has brought nothing
but misery to my people.
What gold?
Thank Christ.
Samuels, Adams, come in.
Come in.
Foley?
Yeah.
I got it.
We're going to load everything up.
And I'll radio again from the rendezvous point.
Good.
How's the Reverend? He alive?
Of course he's alive.
A pain in my ass.
But he's alive.
Leave him.
Repeat that?
I said leave him.
Leave the asshole.
Your mission is the gold.
Now load it up and get out.
Copy that.
I have some information for you.
Who is this?
What information?
It's your fucking eavesdropper.
This is fucking shit.
All right,
let's get these packed up and get them on a Jeep, pronto.
Now hold up now, Boss.
Let's not dig up more snakes than we can kill, all right?
I mean,
this ain't our mission.
No, but it's my mission.
And now it's yours, too.
You understand that?
What you think we're here to find missing Marines?
Government knows they were all wiped out.
You want to know why we're here?
Because of this.
This is why we're here.
Now get all this shit on the rendezvous point.
I want to get the hell out of here.
Come on, pick one up and let's move.
The fuck is this?
Hurry up.
Something's not right.
Superstitious tracker.
Not superstitious.
Something's definitely wrong.
We're here just to clean up the mess.
No.
Something else.
Here.
All right.
One more left. Go get it.
And then we're going to get the fuck out of here.
What's going on, man?
Really starting to freak me out.
Rico!
You're driving.
Of course I am.
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck!
What the fuck?
What is that?
That's my mission!
And that's mine!
What are you?
Look Foley, I don't think we should fight.
Yeah, I think we should.
Give me the keys.
I'll get this thing started.
Come on.
I'm going to open up the goddamn gate.
Let's move.
What the fuck?
Go! Go! Go!
- Fucking gun it! - Go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
We need to make it to the rendezvous spot.
-Yeah? And then what? -Then we're someone's dinner!
What the fuck were those things back there?
You never seen the movie "The Wolf Man"?
Wait, werewolves?
Yeah, you got eyes just like me, don't you Billy?
Yeah, well they just look like fucking jungle dogs.
I dont know.
We need to ditch this Jeep.
We'll come back for the gold later.
- Come on. Go, go! - Come on. Let's move.
Are you kidding me?
Lycanthropes.
Greek for "Wolf Man".
First appeared in the Epic of Gilgamesh.
As humans expanded
they retreated to more remote areas.
Every now and then, accepting outsiders.
Like my father.
Listen.
What are those?
Found these at the outpost.
That you?
And my father.
Why are they here?
My father worked for the military,
fell out with the U.S.,
had to work abroad.
It looks like he ended up here.
So we got to find him then?
Huh?
I'm sure he's long dead now.
His health was never too good.
Plus...
Holy shit.
Look, even if he's still out there,
I'm sure he's not friendly.
What do we do if he's one of them?
I don't know.
I'll cross that bridge if it happens.
Until then,
let's all get ourselves ready.
Can't use just normal bullets.
Silver is said to come from the moon.
And the moon draws them in.
So it's safe to say that the moon can also kill them.
The moon is waning.
We are running out of time.
The eavesdropper.
You said you had information for us.
And here it is.
Take a fucking seat.
I can feel your nerves.
If I can feel them, they can smell them.
Ain't nothing.
You sure about that?
Yeah.
I'm sure.
There you are you dirty bastard.
Reloading!
Listen for the growl.
What the fuck is that hairy bastard doing?
What's he waiting for?
That's it.
Mind if I use your radio?
In point of fact,
I do mind if you use my radio
because I heard you tell them to leave my good friend
the Reverend behind. And I can't have that.
Take a fucking gun out of your pocket
and I'll make you part of this wall.
Take your hand out.
Good boy.
Now, gentlemen,
I guess you've never heard of me.
I used to be Major Ryan Murphy,
head of OSS of Supernatural studies.
Keep your asses
glued to those chairs.
Thank you, baby.
So you boys know any songs?
Finish it! Come on!
Finish this!
Enough!
This has to stop.
Fair enough, let's get the fuck out of here, Reverend.
No.
Not yet.
You knew my father.
-Yes. -What happened to him?
Please. Ask them to leave.
Please!
I said, what happened to my father?
We welcomed him into the tribe.
But he was sick.
We thought by turning him he would be cured.
But he wasn't.
Thank you.
Your men destroyed
all the bad people here.
We don't want the war.
Please just take everything.
Take all the gold.
And just keep it all away.
I'll try to pass on your message.
Come in, come in.
Come in.
I wonder who that could be.
Come in.
And we're coming home.
That is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
You bring yourself back home safe, brother.
I'll keep an eye on these motherfuckers.
Now that,
was a mission I won't soon forget.
How about you, Padre?
Is it always this shit for you?
Good Lord, I think I need a fucking sabbatical
after this one.
Yeah.
I don't think I'll go back to Texas, though.
Might do some world travelling.
Who knows, Reverend.
Maybe we'll, uh,
you know, we meet up again someday.
Easy, boys.
Take it easy.
You're in my seat.
Welcome back, brother.
What is this?
You know what it is.
General Yamashita's gold.
This never changes.
Dozens of men dead over greed.
Your superiors wouldn't be too happy if they knew.
This is why you sent us in there.
Right? Huh?
-We have your father's files. -I don't need it.
So where's the rest? There were four crates.
Murph.
Reverend.
How much damage did that vampire cost this place?
Well.
Apart from the mental fucking anguish,
damn near priceless.
Would you say three and a half crates
would be enough to fix everything?
Oh, should be just about enough.
My mommy is going to love these.
Good.
You two can leave.
Put this behind the bar.
Much obliged, gentlemen.
If I ever see you in my fucking bar again,
I'll shoot you in the fucking head.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You okay?
Joining in?
Man, fuck that shit.
I'm rich now.
I don't drink that gutter whiskey anymore.
All right, all right.
One for old time's sake.
What do you want to toast to my friend?
You remember New Guinea?
Uh huh.
Saved your ass.
We're even now.
I remember.
So.
What's next?
I'm not sure.
I'm thinking more whiskey.
I'm looking for a Reverend Conte.
Do I look like a fucking reverend to you?
That's the holy man.
I've traveled a thousand miles to meet you.
I've been told that you're the man
I'm looking for.
What is this?
"Cursed be he who disturbs the rest of a Pharaoh.
They that shall break the seal of this tomb
shall meet death by a disease
that no doctor can diagnose."
My entire village has been
wiped out by a plague.
I'm the only one left.
Can you help me?
Looks like you're back in business, my friend.
Have a seat young man.