The Stalking Fields (2022) - full transcript

A group of civilians run for their freedom when they find themselves caught in the middle of a Black Ops program designed to cure PTSD.

[birds chirping]

[tense music playing]

[soft groaning]

[gunshot in a distance]

[breathes shakily]

[ominous music playing]

Please. Please.

Please, no.

Please. Please.

-[gunshot]

-[screams]

[woman] No. Please. Please.

Please. Please don't.

Please. [struggles]

No, no, please.

Don't-- don't do that!

[screams]

[low droning music playing]

[Rachel] Please, John,

just let me talk to him. Okay?

[John]

Absolutely fucking not.

Come on.

It's been months.

-You don't even care, do you?

-I care.

I care.

What do you think I'm--

-No, you don't.

-Yes, I do.

No, that's part of

what I'm talking about. Okay?

The only person that

matters to Rachel is Rachel.

[Lance] Where is it? Hmm?

Give it to me now.

Oh, is this

where we are going?

Yeah. [mumbling]

[lips smacking]

Okay. Slow it down there.

You know what?

You are such

a fucking pussy.

[Kelly] Baby, come on.

Why would I--

You're a whore not a thief.

Give me the fucking ring now.

-[John] No.

-Yeah.

Well, I am his mother, okay?

And he's my only baby.

[John] You had your chance.

You fucked it up.

That is not fair. And that--

and you know that's not true.

Nothing? I'm walking out

right now, you got nothing?

[Lance] Let me see this purse.

Give me this-- ow!

You wanna hit, huh?

I paid you to leave,

not to steal my shit.

[thudding]

I said slow it down.

I'm not a fucking whore.

Dude, what the fuck?

Come on.

So you know what?

You pay for it for once.

[Kelly]

You're a fucking psycho.

-You're a fucking psycho.

-Stay out.

[Kelly] Don't ever

fucking call me again.

You're such

a fucking psycho.

And you know something, you're

not gonna bring her back,

and it's your fucking fault

you drunk piece of shit.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Keep walking.

Come on.

I was just playing around.

Fuck you.

[Jojo]

Jojo, good, copy.

What the fuck, man?

[Stalker Two] JoJo.

This is Stalker Two.

Standing by for timeline.

All copy? Over.

[JoJo]

Stalker Two, solid copy.

Stand by for Stalker One.

[Stalker Two] [indistinct], go.

Stay frosty, motherfuckers.

Proceed with plan.

[Stalker One]

Stalker Two, roger that.

[car approaching]

[silenced gunshot sounding]

General Santiago

is calling in, sir.

Patch him in.

General Santiago,

Colonel Roake reporting.

At ease Colonel.

Status report?

Sir, I have five fresh

new assignments inbound

and Chief Woodman

is en route.

Copy. ETA?

Five mikes, sir.

Is that Israeli

bitch there yet?

Thank you

for the compliment.

-Wasn't a compliment.

-[Abawi] No?

Where I come from, if you're

referred to as a bitch

means you're doing your job.

[General Santiago] Then

you should get a promotion.

Just stay the fuck

out of the way.

You've done your part.

Now let us do ours.

We'll do the right thing

at whatever cost.

Keep me posted,

Colonel Roake.

Copy that, sir.

I hand-picked you

for this program. You get it?

Don't drop the ball

on me now.

Too close

to the finish line.

I want a status report

in 48 hours

and a clinical eval

on Woodman post hunt.

Understood.

This man in particular

is of special interest to us,

Marcus Woodman.

You do well for him,

there may be

a brigadier general spot

in our covert ops unit

here in Washington.

I know the stakes.

Good. Carry on.

[exhales heavily]

Great day.

[Hanrahan] Woodman's transport

is ten minutes out, sir.

I want you

to keep an eye on it.

[pensive music playing]

[Jessica] You're gonna love it.

Trust me.

Okay. Now I know that you said

you don't wanna do anything,

but...

here you go.

Stop.

[Woodman]

Blue Jay 1, out copy, over.

Babe, you okay?

-Babe.

-Get--

-Babe, it's just a present.

-Just get away.

-Babe.

-Jess, get away.

-Get away. Get away. Get out.

-Babe? Marcus!

Just get out.

Get out. Get out.

It's just a box, Marcus.

Marcus, please,

it's just a box.

[Marcus shouting] Get out!

[Jessica]

Please. Please, calm down.

Please, make it stop.

Please, it's just a box.

Please, calm down. Please.

-Sir.

-[Roake] Top, come in.

-Thank you, sir.

-I called you here

because I wanna talk to you

about our new recruit.

We really need this one.

Washington

is telling us that

if we pull this off

without a glitch...

we get fully funded.

Dream come true, sir.

That it is.

We pulled all the footage from

various devices in the home.

[phone line ringing]

Senior Chief Marcus Woodman.

[dispatch]

911, what's your emergency?

Uh, it's my husband.

He has locked himself

in the bathroom with his gun.

[bangs on door]

Please help. [Garcia sobbing]

[banging on door] Marcus.

No, I don't know.

I mean, he's talking

but not to me.

Marcus, please.

Just come out baby. Please.

I know you're in there.

Come back to me.

I need you, Marcus.

I want you.

[Jessica sobbing]

Marcus. Marcus. Marcus.

[sobbing]

Never scare me

like that again, please, babe.

Sir, it's hard to believe

all those stories.

Yeah, well you better believe

them 'cause they're all true.

Behavioral avoidance

can happen to the best of them.

The man spent

the last four months

at AMACORP's

Prime Psych Facility

being probed and tested

and evaluated.

Voodoo bullshit

if you ask me.

Now, it's up to us to

get him back in the saddle...

for Ghost.

Ghost Recon.

Exactly.

Never met anyone up

for that.

And Top,

you and I we pull this off,

it's gonna be

a huge win for both of us.

Sir, he's arrived.

Would you like him here?

-[Roake] That's fine.

-[Hanrahan] Sir.

[ominous music playing]

[gunshot]

Damn! I'm good.

[laughs]

I mean, it was okay.

I mean, just five out of

five cans okay or was it--

-Easy.

-I got it. It's okay.

I know, I just--

[exhales] Uh...

Anyway, do you wanna go set

the cans back up or?

Yeah. For you.

Oh, no, I'm not really

feeling it today.

Look, if you don't

wanna talk about it,

you don't have to,

but you can.

I don't know.

I just, uh...

it's like doing good

doesn't feel good anymore.

Like the right thing

became the wrong thing...

if that makes any sense.

I mean,

if it makes sense to you,

then that's all that matters.

And maybe you could

go to that place

and you could talk to somebody

and maybe they'll understand.

[chuckles] Hmm.

Either way.

I'm here for you.

[chuckles]

You got this.

[birds chirping]

[gunshot]

The wife?

She passed away unfortunately

a while after he got out.

I think it's why

he joined the program.

Nothing left

for him at home.

That's tough stuff

right there.

[Roake]

Yeah, it is.

Is he on board?

He will be.

Once he sees

it's not about him,

it's about the men and women

who will come after him.

He is a soldier.

He's not just any soldier.

The man

is an exceptional Navy Seal.

This is the fast track

back to where he belongs.

[tense music playing]

[rock music playing

in the background]

[meat sizzling]

-Hey, I'm okay.

-Are you sure?

[chuckles]

Yeah.

You go deal with your friends.

They're here for you.

I'm here for you.

Thanks.

[party din]

Mind if I

hang out over here?

Mingling is not

really my thing.

Sure, I'm just

flipping these burgers

pretending like I know

what I'm doing.

[laughs]

Honestly, I like it.

Greg.

Marcus, nice to meet you.

Like the poet king.

-Or the assassin.

-Oh, yeah.

Depends on

how you look at it I guess.

That's true.

Thanks for not

saying that.

Saying what?

Uh, when people meet me,

they usually can't wait

to get it out.

Thank you

for your service.

Uh, yeah.

You guys don't like that.

And I don't blame you.

I think living a good life

is the best thanks I can give.

Exactly.

Jess said

you're getting out?

That's the plan.

[sighs]

[loud crash]

[somber music playing]

[siren wailing]

[man speaking on police radio]

[plastic crinkling]

[Claver]

Took you long enough.

What's that?

To get here.

Car trouble?

I'll drive next time.

Shit.

Heard about your wife.

She's why I'm here.

I never picked

one up along the way.

It's too much to carry.

-We ready to go?

-You know that mission.

Is it true?

What's it to you, man?

It's just,

you know, over 200 kills.

You go on

a Rambo and shit.

And then, of course, you had

to put down your own objective.

It's too wounded

to move so they say.

So they say.

You know, that's the thing

about Lone Survivor missions.

It's only ever one version

of the story, yours.

Ops aren't always clean.

Oh, I'm not afraid

to get my hands dirty.

I can see that.

You know, the most

dangerous animal in the world,

it's a desperate one.

Had a mission like

yours once, Siberia,

three days

in the mountains.

Snowstorm.

Signal was shit.

Intel was wrong,

like usual.

We were hurt,

bleeding bad, no ammo.

The forest was too thick

to land anything in.

So we had to climb

to elevation.

Snow you've never seen

in your fucking life.

About 15 hours in

we start getting tracked

by a pack of wolves.

Wolves.

It doesn't happen

like you think.

They don't come fast,

they wait.

They stalk you.

They scout ahead.

They find the perfect

ground to attack.

Just like us.

My team and I, we took

a stand and we waited.

Those wolves knew

what it was too.

'Cause here comes the biggest

motherfucker they got.

Gray, this black chest...

these big yellow eyes.

I knew when

I saw that motherfucker

a sacrifice would have

to be made one way or another.

I let him get close.

And when he launched

I stuck my hand

in that motherfuckers mouth

and I pulled him close.

I was the last thing

he ever saw.

So I'm still breathing

and he's not.

-Lucky for you.

-You know,

they talk like

you're some big hero.

Well, my team is still alive,

your guy isn't.

[Abawi]

Claver, ready for Woodman.

Time to let

the dog off the leash.

You're wrong.

[Claver]

How's that?

The most dangerous animal,

it isn't the desperate one.

It's one

with nothing to lose.

Ready?

One, two.

[tense music playing]

[metallic clattering]

[rubber gloves snapping]

[dripping]

[liquid splashing]

[machine whirring]

[low tense music playing]

[Roake]

I'll get him back to you

after I debrief him.

Top, take care of him.

Will you?

Copy that sir.

Thank you.

Chief.

I'm Colonel Roake.

Good to meet you, son.

Come on in.

[AMACORP voice]

Welcome to the new

AMACORP Hunting Program.

The ultimate hunting

experience for veterans.

Your mission,

to hunt down all civilians

and execute them.

[music playing in background]

[camera clicks]

[laughs]

How you doing, son?

Fine.

Just ready to go.

-You packed and strapped?

-Of course.

Checked it twice

like I have been trained to.

-Stay alert.

-Stay alive.

You know,

nerves are good.

-Keeps you sharp.

-I'm not nervous.

Hey, Top,

you mind if I have a word?

Yeah.

So, Marcus Woodman?

Yeah.

To be honest.

I've heard some

wild ass shit about him.

Hmm.

I hear ya.

But we're the only ones who

can relate to this man, right?

Like him or not,

he's one of ours.

He's not one of mine.

You kill one of our own,

there's no excuse. Not for me.

Yeah.

[Rachel] Hey.

-Hey.

-[Lance] Hello.

-[Rachel] Hey.

-[Lance] Hello.

[Rachel] Help.

Oh, God. Help.

Help me. Help me, please.

Please.

Please, get me out of here.

[chain rattles]

Please. Please. Please.

[Chris]

Why does my head hurt?

Please help me out of here.

Please.

[Lance]

I don't fucking know.

[Sara]

I didn't do anything, please.

[Rachel]

Just calm down. Just calm down.

Shut up, bitch!

[Rachel]

Please, somebody help.

Help!

Hey! Somebody!

[Lance]

Let me out!

It was just me

and my boyfriend

and we were having dinner

and then, uh--

Yeah, let-- let's start to--

I-- I was out at the bar.

Yo, I don't remember shit.

I-- I had just--

I was coming home from work.

[Lance]

Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out!

-[Kyle] Keep it down, man.

-We're being watched.

What?

[Rachel]

Look, we're being watched.

We're being watched.

Look there. Look. Look.

Somebody,

anybody, let me out now.

Help us!

Hello! Help!

[indistinct chatter]

[Top] What number hunt

is this for you?

I don't know.

A few dozen.

And, um, how has your home life

been since treatment?

Excellent, honestly.

Professionally?

Better than ever.

So don't you think

it would be fair

if we give this man

the same chances we gave you?

Yeah, you're right.

I just had

to say something.

Woodman will mainly be

with me and Junior today

I'll keep

an eye on him.

[Price] How's the little

dumb dumb doing?

He's wound a little

tight right now,

but that's how it goes.

His results will come

once he's been in the hot seat.

Then we'll see if this

is preventative as well.

[Sara groaning]

The fuck are you?

[eerie music playing]

What the fuck?

Get off me.

Hey, hey.

Fuck you man.

Seriously?

Answer me. Hey, hey.

[Lance yelling]

[Lance]

Don't fucking care.

[Chris] Help me.

[coughing]

[Sara groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[Kyle] Can you just

tell me what's going on?

[Lance]

What's going on?

[Kyle]

Person to person, please.

[Doctor]

They are ready.

Welcome to

the Stalking Fields Program

for which

you've been selected.

I'm sure many

of you have questions,

but now is not the time.

What the fuck?

We here,

along with the US military,

are part of a brand new

treatment program.

Experimental.

And it's working.

Okay.

The program's trying

to bring our best

and bravest soldiers

back into fight.

What are you

talking about?

I'm talking about serving

those who have served you.

Giving you an opportunity

for a good life,

an opportunity

that none of you took.

The program will start

16 minutes after your release.

Here is where I'm sure

you will have many questions.

I just wanna go home.

No, no, no. You have--

you have the wrong people.

Okay. I haven't done

anything wrong. Please.

You see,

there are no accidents.

Each of you,

you're all here for a reason.

Rachel, for instance,

embezzlement

of your own family business

a fraud of $3 million.

-Hey.

-[Abawi] Lance,

DUI, aggravated assault,

manslaughter.

-Wow.

-Fuck this and fuck you.

[Sara]

This is deranged.

[Abawi] Sara, another addict

whose child

is taken from her.

I mean,

I could go on, shall I?

None of you here

are special.

But you have

a chance to be.

A chance to reclaim

your life, fresh start.

Participate and survive,

each of you will earn

your own identity,

$500,000, and passage

to anywhere inside

the US

that you choose.

Hey, what

the fuck does that mean?

What if we say, "Fuck this,

fuck you," and don't do shit?

[Abawi chuckles]

Well, I should tell you

that each of you

have a nano thermic

explosive in your brain.

It's a tiny explosive,

but remote controlled.

What?

Should you choose

not to participate?

Well, I can end your life.

It's nothing to me.

-[Lance] Holy shit.

-God.

[Abawi] And finally,

I want to express

our gratitude

for your service.

Testing on humans

has always had

the quickest gains

in medical knowledge.

And for that,

I want to say thank you

for making

the ultimate sacrifice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, wait.

What? Ultimate sacrifice.

What does that mean?

[chain rattles]

[Abawi]

Zimieski, please escort them

through the SW

tunnel to begin.

Oh, and good luck.

[Sara sobs]

[ominous music playing]

Don't fucking

think about it.

[chains rattling]

[Lance groaning]

[thudding]

[Lance choking]

Anybody else?

[chokes, coughs]

[Zimieski]

Get up.

Get up against the wall.

[Lipson] Hey, shit head.

Scoot over, Jesus.

You wanna see something?

-What is it?

-My hunt?

No, not really.

Why not?

You know what?

Guess I'm kinda over

watching other people

get the experience.

I hear you.

And trust me, I get it.

I wish that I would've

started off the way you are.

Participation first,

kill later.

Death is a motherfucker.

Without the right people,

it'll really fuck you up.

Yeah, I get it.

I'm kind of tired

of the excuses.

Some people wanna kill.

Okay.

And what if they don't?

Really?

No one's ever thought

they'd be good at killing

and actually been right

about themselves?

Jesus H-- well,

I mean, here's the deal,

Princess,

you're in a bit of a mood.

So I'm gonna help less and

I'm gonna kick it over here.

But just don't forget

I can whoop

your fucking ass, all right?

Sure, sure, sure.

Just know I can handle it.

Handle what, boy?

Kill, Dad.

I'm fucking ready, man.

You have me

sitting here in the wings.

I mean, how are

we supposed to know

if it's preventative treatment

if we don't test it out?

I know corporate's on your ass

but I'm fucking sick--

I don't care

what AMACORP says.

You'll go

when I say you're ready.

[music playing

in the background]

Don't worry about Woodman.

You will go soon.

[AMACORP voice]

You have made it

to the final stage

of your treatment.

Now go enjoy yourself

and have a happy hunt.

[Abawi] That's exactly

what we do here.

Now, you know.

No more rumors

or whisperings in your command.

This is it.

Soft combat.

It's why there's

so much hardware.

Your support staff

is beyond excellent.

While somewhat controversial,

these methods have been, well,

beyond expectation

in terms of results.

We get our soldiers

back to work,

whether it's

for the country or for us.

That's all well and good but

the real question here is...

are you willing

to do the work necessary

to get back out

where you belong?

Because son,

your-- your dossier is--

Excellent.

That it is.

But it's not

just about you,

it's about a lot of other

men and women like you.

The data

we retrieve in the field,

it dramatically improves

our entire process.

So if you ever

wanna make a difference,

here's your chance.

-Does it work?

-[Abawi] Yes, it does.

This is something

to be proud of, son.

Talked and thought enough

the last few months.

Let's get on with it.

[ominous music playing]

You heard the man,

let's get on with it.

[breathes shakily]

[birds chirping]

[Zimieski]

Protocol is as follows.

You'll have

exactly 60 minutes

to get a head start

before your team gets their OP.

-Fuck this shit, man.

-Fucking serious?

Let's do this.

-Okay.

-Okay.

[breaths fast, shakily]

How do we survive

something like this?

Just make it

to the river.

I'll get you,

you piece of shit.

-Stop.

-I swear.

-Stop. Stop. Stop.

-You don't even fucking know.

-I'll come for you, you fuck.

-[Rachel] Please stop.

[spits saliva]

[gunshots]

Please. You--

you don't have to do this.

You can just--

you just let us go.

You better hurry.

[Rachel yelps]

[footsteps running]

Kill the music.

No need.

Up, rest.

Chief, you can settle

in here with your support team.

Gentlemen, ladies,

you all know the drill.

This man is in the final phases

of his treatment,

which means

he needs our help.

So, we're gonna do

everything within our power

to make sure we get him

back in the saddle.

Is that clear

with all of you?

[all] Yes, sir.

I expect it

to be done.

-Good luck.

-Sir.

Welcome.

Make yourself at home.

We're still

a little ways out

so you help yourself

to anything.

Thank you.

Welcome, brother.

Good to have you.

You boys kissing?

[chuckles]

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I would actually.

Um, don't listen to Price.

He will never stop

talking to you.

[Price] Oh, I thought

you got off my wit, my charm?

Mm. I thought you'd know by now

when a woman was faking it.

Damn.

That's cold.

You know

I love you Price,

like a brother.

Like a much younger,

slower brother

who needs my help

just to tie his shoes.

Okay.

Let the man settle in.

Chief Woodman,

you can bunk up over there.

[music playing

in the background]

[tense music playing]

[Sara] Where are we headed?

Straight to the river.

[Chris] How much time

do we even have?

Wait, wait.

He gave me a watch.

Okay, we'll stop and check.

What time you got?

49 minutes left.

No, we need

to pick it up.

[Sara]

No, we need to be smart.

She's gonna kill us.

All right? She's moving slow.

She should

give me the watch.

I have the best chance

to get out there.

No, we have the best chance

if we stick together.

Yeah. For the last time

I'm not giving you this watch.

You think what you want.

I'm making it to the river.

Look, if you don't have

anything good to say

then just shut up.

What's that?

What?

That.

Oh, my--

[Sara] Careful.

[Kyle]

Where are its arms and legs?

[Rachel] What are you doing?

Being of use.

I think

we should keep moving.

Yeah.

What the fuck?

[Lance groaning]

[Chris]

Did you find anything?

No.

[coughs]

No, we should, uh, do like

she says and keep moving.

[coughs]

Come on.

[breathing heavily]

Excuse me.

Woodman's looking

a little weak.

Especially socially.

You wanna

explain that to me

considering he spent so much

time at your research facility?

He did.

But we are talking about

a man who is considered

to have been one

of our deadliest Seals

in the last five years.

So you okay sending him

out there with my men?

Of course.

Colonel, let's be clear.

Nothing we do

will ever fully get these men

and women back

to where they once were.

But we can see to it

that they're useful again.

Useful people is

what makes society tick.

Thanks for the education.

If Woodman

doesn't shoot, you do.

Yes, ma'am.

43 minutes left.

Can we stop for a second?

No.

It's okay.

You just gotta stay positive.

-Thanks.

-You know.

[thudding]

[screams]

[Sara] Hey, hey!

Guys, come quick.

[Lance] What the fuck?

Give it a minute, man.

I thought

we cleaned up all the traps.

We must have

missed one, sir.

It's a waste

is what it is.

Waste of a good resource.

[Garcia]

It won't happen again, sir.

It better not.

[indistinct chatter]

[Rachel whimpering]

[Sara]

Be careful guys.

[Rachel yelping]

[Sara] Oh, my God.

What the hell

is that?

Out here, a wolf trap

or something like that?

How bad is it?

How do you know

it's a wolf trap?

Slowly.

What? You've never seen

a wolf trap before?

We don't have time

for this, we gotta go.

Fuck you, Lance.

No seriously. Fuck you.

-How do I get this thing off?

-Usually, that is uncinched.

-Let me try.

-[Rachel screams, crying]

-Please. It hurts.

-God, it's not moving.

Stop whining.

Either I'm not

strong enough or it's stuck.

Fine. Fine. I'll fucking help

if it gets her out quicker.

Hey.

You got it.

All right, you ready?

[crying]

One, two, three.

-Pull.

-[Rachel screaming]

[Chris] It's not moving.

[Lance]

Pull harder motherfucker.

[Rachel crying in pain]

[Chris] It's not.

[Lance] Fuck!

[Chris] Uh, maybe we can

cut it with something.

-Yeah.

-With what?

Uh, let's see. Uh.

The chain goes

all the way around the log

there's no way

we're gonna move it.

Or we could break it

with something somehow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, a rock or anything sharp.

-[Lance] Oh, my God.

-Here, here, here.

[Sara] Oh, okay, okay, here.

[thumping]

The shit's not working.

Time?

[Kyle] I don't know,

she has the watch.

[breathing heavily]

Can we have it?

Just in case?

[Rachel] Wait.

[all breathing heavily]

Okay.

Thirty-eight minutes.

Which just means

we gotta be faster.

No, it means we're

literally running out of time.

We can't sit here

and play MacGyver forever.

Seriously,

what is wrong with you?

Look, we've got

about an hour.

We can still do this.

I would want you to do

the same if it were me.

I'm just being realistic.

Oh, really? So you'd want us to

just leave you here for dead?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

You are a real

piece of work, man.

I'm not dying for

some stranger. I-- I'm sorry.

Oh, but you can kill

one with your car?

Fucking know

what you're talking about.

[Sara] Stop!

-You don't fucking know.

-Stop.

It's not helping

at all. Okay?

Hey, hey, hey.

What's that?

Look, put pressure

right here.

[Lance]

Quit the shit.

A hunting vehicle.

[Chris]

This shit is not gonna run.

-[Lance] Glove box.

-Right?

Maybe there's something

we can use.

[alarm beeping]

Woodman takes

out the band,

it's with our support

and support only.

Stay loose

and have some fun.

All right?

Let's have a go.

[birds chirping]

[car door creaking]

Fuck. Fuck.

Where's the fucking gun?

I found something.

[car honks]

-Jesus.

-Fuck!

Sorry.

[somber music playing]

This is stupid, but--

What?

I didn't do anything

that I wanted to do.

[Sara]

What do you mean?

I just--

I was just

too stupid.

I don't know,

I was selfish.

-Please don't talk like that.

-I'm gonna die here--

Don't talk like that.

I'm so sorry.

I did it all wrong.

Don't be sorry.

Okay. Don't. Don't.

-I did it all wrong.

-I promise you

that we are gonna

get you out of here.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

Please, no.

Stay awake.

Stay awake.

Rachel, just breathe.

Okay. Just breathe.

We're gonna get outta here.

We're gonna

get outta here.

Yeah. Hey, this looks like

the area we're in right now.

-Right?

-Wait. Hold-- hold on.

We don't even know

if that shit is real.

What are you

talking about?

Well, the map.

I mean, it's a perfect

fucking map placed here for us.

-We don't know.

-Come on.

You can't be serious.

I mean, look at this thing.

Looks like hasn't been

touched in forever.

They probably

forgot about it.

And who gives a fuck?

It's the only thing we got.

Feels like you're

working against us, it's crazy.

Who me? You fuck face!

I'm trying to be smart.

Who knows what

they set up for us?

Holy shit.

Hey, hey. Guys.

Holy shit.

This could be the river.

And this looks like a clearing

not too far from here, right?

Between us

and the river.

Yeah. Yeah.

I-- I say--

I say we go there

and try and find something

to help us

get the hell outta here.

Guys, she passed out.

-[breaths shakily]

-Shit.

It's not good, guys.

[gunshot in a distance]

[gun powder crackling]

What-- what is that?

Kyle, what--

what time do you have?

30 minutes. It might be

a warning or something.

Yeah, unless

that lead was bullshitting

and they're coming right now.

Either way,

we probably shouldn't stay

in one spot

too long.

What about helping Rachel?

[exhaling]

[door bursting out]

[door creaking]

Eagle one,

this is Red Dog one.

Do you copy?

[Roake]

Red Dog, this is Eagle.

We got you loud.

Be advised that designated

call signs are in effect.

Copy Eagle one.

Red Dog, two,

three, four, five,

this is Red Dog one,

mic check.

Three here.

Four here.

-Five here.

-Copy that.

Eagle one, Red Dog one, two

and five will branch off

to the southwest and head

down to the clearing, break.

Red Dog three and four will

team up and head southbound

to flank them

as we flush them out.

Red Dog one out.

[Roake]

Great. Copy.

[tense music playing]

We already did this. All right?

We obviously have to leave her.

We can't.

If it weren't

for that map and watch,

I wouldn't be standing here.

Her leg is fucked

even if she wakes up.

[Sara] No, no, no, no.

Okay. Just wait.

-[Lance] For what?

-I can get her up.

Okay? Come on, Rachel.

Wake up.

Guys, I hate to say

but we have to go.

-[Sara] No.

-[Chris] Now!

Time?

23 minutes.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You wanna live, right?

-Right?

-Yes.

This is something

we have to do.

There is no choice here.

-Okay, fine.

-Thank you. Thank you.

[footsteps rustling]

[tense music intensifies]

[camera beeping]

[rustling]

Oh, my God.

The map is real.

You know,

I don't see anybody.

I can go down there.

Yeah, why don't--

why don't you give me the map?

I'll check out over here.

No, fuck that.

We'll never see you again.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I can go down there

and I'll-- I'll scope it out

and I'll wave

you guys down.

All right,

you better hurry

'cause we only got

13 minutes left.

[tense music continues]

[footsteps]

What's your deal?

You're not

your usual jackass self today.

-What do you mean?

-You know what I mean.

I heard you

talking to Rawlings.

You know that mission

at the ISO prison

with the CIA dude?

The one where one of ours

killed over 200 of theirs?

Yeah, of course.

Well.

Woodman?

-Oh.

-Yeah.

-[panting]

-Okay.

All right,

I say we look for anything

we can use

to defend ourselves.

I bet we could find

something that would

-cut that chain on Rachel.

-No, she's dead, Sara!

She's dead!

And we are too if we go back.

Yeah.

We-- weapons. Yeah. Okay.

Uh, uh, I'll check

that big stuff over there.

Okay. Yeah. Okay.

Let's split up.

I'll go with you.

Fine. We'll look over here.

[Lance]

Check around the corner.

[Lipson] That's one

of the most savage things

I've ever heard of.

-I know.

-[sharp exhales]

So, you afraid that there's

gonna be a bigger swinging

dick around here?

-Ha-ha.

-Mm-hmm.

My dick is just

perfectly average, so fuck you.

[Lipson] I'm just saying.

[Price] Well,

I'm saying there's some

pretty fucked up details

said about that mission.

-[Lipson] So?

-[Price] So?

Stupid, my point being

that he wasn't actually

too wounded to be moved.

That woman executed him.

See, that doesn't make

any fucking sense,

because why would you

go through all of that effort

just to kill the guy?

That's what I'm saying.

What if you weren't through

all that just to kill him?

[Chris screams in the distance]

[Chris] Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

I had to. I had to.

I had to. I had to.

[Price] Even if it was

for a good reason,

kill your own guy like that,

it had to fuck you up.

He was in pretreatment

longer than us.

Yeah, I know.

Like three months.

What the fuck

were they doing with the guy?

That place is hell.

I don't know, I mean,

look what it did for us.

I've got

almost a year sober now.

-Congrats.

-Thank you.

You're fucking nuts.

Chris. Chris.

[Chris] Oh, fuck,

he fucking killed me that--

[Sara] Kyle. Kyle.

Kyle come here.

-Please help me.

-[Chris] I can't stand up.

-I can't stand up.

-Kyle!

Kyle and Lance just both left.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

-[Chris cries]

-Oh God.

[Abawi] Another one?

You're slipping, Colonel.

Show me.

-[bangs table]

-I said show me!

[tense music plays]

Hey.

[sighs]

Lance!

Lance!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

it wasn't personal, man.

-We gotta stop the bleeding.

-[Sara] Okay. Okay.

[heavy breathing]

[crying]

-[panting]

-Oh fuck!

Hey, cutie.

Wait. Wait.

Wait. Hold on.

I just wanna go home.

[Kyle] Hey, don't do this.

Don't do this.

-Hey, hey.

-[Lance] I wanna go home.

Let's go back

for Chris and Sara.

[Lance]

No. Do you wanna live?

I wanna live.

[Chris groans in pain]

-[Chris] Oh, fuck.

-[thud]

[Rachel screams]

[Chris groans in pain]

[Sara]

We can't have much time left.

You know that motherfucker

took the watch.

[Sara] Okay.

I'm gonna--

I'm gonna go find anything

that can help you

get outta here.

All right?

I didn't do anything.

Please, please, please.

I didn't do anything.

You can take me away, okay?

Red Dog one

this is Red Dog four.

We got a live one, over.

[Top]

Copy Red Dog four.

How alive are we talking?

Red one this is Red four.

She's got

a little kick in her left.

[Rachel whines]

[water running]

[Lance]

Yeah, I wanna go home.

-No, I am not leaving you here.

-[Chris] Sara. Sara.

Chris.

What do you think

is gonna happen out there...

realistically?

No, no, no.

I am not leaving you.

-[Chris] Sara.

-I'm not, no, Chris.

The best thing

you can do is go.

-[water splash]

-Lance, don't do that.

Come on man.

Look, this is the river.

You wanna go home?

Shit! They are coming.

Just fucking go.

-Just fucking go.

-I'm sorry.

I dunno how useful she'll be

for the program, over.

I don't wanna die.

Please guys, please.

[Top]

Woodman is priority one.

Grab that target

move on to rally point Bravo.

Copy that.

-Wait, wait, no, wait.

-Ah?

[Rachel] Please, hey, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, please. Please. Please.

Hey, no, no, no, no, no.

-No, no, come on.

-Lively one today.

We're gonna work better

if we put our heads together.

Let's just come up

with a different plan, Lance.

You're crazy.

Please, please. No. No. No!

[crying]

Whoo!

-[laughs]

-[gunshot]

[thud]

[water running]

[squish]

[scratching]

[cuckooing]

[water running]

[footsteps approaching]

[Abawi] Remember, if Woodman

doesn't kill, you do.

I found one. I found one.

[birds chirping]

[panting]

[Top] Shitheels

must have deserted him.

[exhales]

That what happen, boy?

They leave ya?

Fuck.

[Top] Someone severed

your Achilles tendon.

That's no fun.

[birds chirping]

It's your show,

what do you wanna do?

Hey, Junior,

can you give us a moment?

You okay?

[man over radio]

Blue Jay one, sitrep, over.

[birds chirping]

I just need

a private moment with him.

[Chris]

Please, please, please.

[Top] Attaboy.

Please, don't.

Please, don't. Please, don't.

[gun cocks]

Please, please.

You don't have to do it.

Please let me go.

Please, please.

Don't. Stop.

Yes.

[Chris]

Please.

[birds chirping]

Stop!

-[gunshot]

-[Chris screams]

Excellent.

Good work, soldier.

[gun clanking]

[forest din]

[breathing fast]

[Lipson]

Red one, it's Red three.

It's done, over.

Copy that.

Come on.

We'll push him back down

towards Price and Lipson.

There you can

continue your work.

[birds chirping]

[water running]

[Kyle] Sara. Sara.

Get off me.

What the hell? Get off me.

-Get off me.

-Stop!

-I'm saving you right now.

-Get off me!

Why did you leave?

Why didn't you come back?

Did you know that Chris died?

Why?

-Why?

-I came down here

because Lance

took the map, okay?

I was not leaving you.

I was coming back for you.

And when I got down here,

I saw that.

Oh, my God.

-What happened to his--

-I don't know.

My best guess

is that that charge

detonated as soon

as he crossed the river.

Must be

some sort of fail-safe.

They were

never gonna let us outta here.

At least

not across the river.

[Sara] So, what now?

We stick together

and we survive.

[birds chirping]

All right.

Remember, we're here

to support Woodman.

So let's try to make

the best of what we have left.

Lipson, we're gonna need

your pathfinder skills.

Try and track 'em

along the river,

see if they diverted somewhere,

take Woodman.

Price and I will

head to the high ground

try to flush 'em

down to you.

Junior, go with Lipson.

All right,

let's move out.

You sure we can fix

what's wrong with this guy?

What did I tell you?

Don't worry about Woodman.

Keep your head in the game.

[water running]

[pensive music playing]

Hey, how long do you think

until we get to that mountain?

[Kyle] I don't know,

about two trail miles

before we clear the forest

and hit some foothills.

Meaning?

Sorry, uh, three more miles

till we reach higher ground.

Do you think we could

get to the other side of it?

Maybe there's

a town or something.

I don't know.

But we gotta try, right?

Right.

-[panting]

-Come on.

Is all that shit

they said you did true?

-[heavy sigh]

-Depends what was said.

Bet it was hard

to kill one of your own guys.

Yeah,

I could do it if I had to.

You weren't there.

Don't believe

everything you hear.

-What happened?

-That's enough.

Have some fucking respect.

The trail's fresh here,

so we're about to engage.

-There she is.

-Stop it.

It's Woodman's shot.

Practicing my aim.

-[gunshot]

-[Sara screams]

[ominous music playing]

That's a mess.

I prefer

close quarters anyways.

Fuck this!

-[thud]

-[choking]

[gunshot]

[sighs]

[thud]

[choking]

-[sighs]

-He's killing his own people.

-[sighs]

-Motherfucker has gone crazy.

Move.

Somebody want to tell me

what the holy fuck

is going on around here?

Woodman is

going after everyone, sir.

[Roake]

My program.

Damn it!

Come in, Woodman, over.

He's removed

his tracking device, sir.

Obviously.

[Roake]

Woodman, come in, over.

Come in, Woodman, over.

Woodman.

Come in, Woodman, over.

[breathing fast]

The fuck was that?

-What?

-I don't know.

-[mumbling]

-I don't know.

He's just--

he-- he just-- I got back--

I gotta get outta here.

You don't understand.

-[shooshes]

-Look, look, look, I know--

I know it's a lot to take in,

but we gotta stay calm.

He's going after everybody.

I-- I-- gotta get outta here.

I gotta-- I gotta get back.

You don't understand.

-Like, you don't understand.

-I know.

Kyle, you just gotta--

you gotta breathe.

Just stop.

Breathe, breathe, okay?

Okay. Okay, okay.

Okay? Okay?

Yeah. Fuck!

Okay.

I don't recognize

any of this.

I don't know where we are.

I don't know.

Lance had the map.

[exhales sharply]

[panting]

We should go back to the place

they were holding us in.

You want to go back

to those psychopaths?

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, it's the only thing

I can think of.

If they

brought us in that way,

then I bet

we can go out that way.

That actually

fucking makes sense.

And we just gotta

figure out how to get there.

[sighs]

Oh, God.

[tense music plays]

You lying down on duty, boy?

You answer

when I talk to you.

God!

You're a mess son.

Look at these

zips are undone.

At ease, son.

[Price] Hey, man.

Stop! Top, Top.

Jason! Jason!

It's me.

You with me?

Are you with me?

Let's go.

[Roake]

Whose radio was that?

Price.

-[Roake] Is he still on?

-Yes, sir.

[Roake]

Why isn't he saying anything?

Oh, God.

Price.

Price come in, over.

Price.

Come in, Price.

Sir, Junior

and Lipson are dead.

[Roake]

It's Woodman. He's gone rogue.

Fall back to command.

We'll find him.

[Roake]

Negative. Negative.

Fall back to command

and wait for QRF.

I'm sorry sir,

but fuck that.

We got it covered.

We want this one, over and out.

[Roake]

Negative.

Rawlings respond. Rawlings,

the program is at stake.

[tense music plays]

[branches crunching]

I say we split up and we

flush this motherfucker out.

Yeah.

We need to get them

outta there right now.

No, they stay.

What did you

just say to me?

Those are my men out there.

My program, my data.

They stay.

They know

what they signed up for.

You think because some

politician owes you a favor

that you know

what's coming our direction?

Because you don't.

You need to think again.

Colonel...

If the military wasn't

such a little boys' club,

I doubt you would've ever been

let in in the first place.

So, get back to work.

[footsteps]

I don't know where we are.

I don't know

how I got so turned around.

This is not working.

It's okay.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

-We'll get there.

-This is hopeless, Sara.

Do you understand that?

He is gonna

find us and kill us.

No, no, no, no. Stop, okay?

This is not hopeless.

I didn't come this far to just

give up right now, okay?

I am getting back to my son.

You have a son?

Woodman is still in the area,

sir, he's moving.

-Get Zimieski in here.

-Zimieski, back to base.

[gasps]

One. You go that way.

I go the other way.

[leaves, branches crunching]

[gasps]

No!

-No!

-Thank you.

[gunshot]

[grunting]

This won't erase

what you did.

[grunting]

[struggling for air]

[panting]

[birds chirping]

[Woodman]

Eyes on Gravedigger.

Stop. Stop.

I'm not going anywhere.

It's time

to get you home, cowboy.

-Let's do this.

-Stop!

I am set to blow.

You need to

get your boys outta here.

I'm not leaving you.

[Novak]

Listen, you fucking moron.

If you try to move me,

you and your boys are dead.

Look, we don't have time.

I need you to finish me.

I'm not doing that.

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you I am fucked.

They've cut me in places.

I can't even feel my legs.

I need you to finish me.

They don't win. I win.

Are you a killer? Huh?

Then do your goddamn job.

[indistinct radio chatter]

No, we're not out yet.

Look at me.

It's okay.

That's it.

That's my boy.

Thank you, son. Thank you.

[gunshot]

Sir,

inclement weather approaching.

Possible rainfall.

Rawlings, fall back, over.

Fall back.

Rawlings, fall back, over.

[thunderclap]

[tense music intensifies]

What the fuck is wrong

with Rawlings' equipment?

It seems fine. It's stationary.

It must have come off.

Fuck!

[gun fires]

Fuck you. Fuck AMACORP.

You and your psycho

babble bullshit.

The program was just mine

before you showed up.

We could have saved

so many lives.

This blood is on your hands,

not mine.

[gun fires]

[gunfire continues]

-Abort the mission.

-[Abawi] No.

Stay on task.

Did I stutter?

Abort the goddamn mission.

[gunshot]

-Hey!

-[grunting]

We have not finished yet.

[gunshot]

[Woodman grunts]

You're out.

I know.

Yeah, me too.

[Roake] You bitch!

-[groans in pain]

-You shot me.

You're a coward.

If you're gonna shoot a man...

-you shoot him face to face.

-[gunshot]

Like I said,

we're not finished yet.

[thud]

[punches landing]

-[rain falls]

-[grunting]

[punches landing]

He was my son.

[rain pouring]

[grunting]

[thud]

-[yelling]

-[grunting]

[punches landing]

[groaning]

[struggling]

[grunts]

[mud splashes]

[thunderclap]

[rain pouring]

[thunderclap]

[metal door clicks open]

[Abawi] Clear everything.

Clear it all. You, with me?

Hurry up.

How much time?

It's almost done, ma'am.

[Hanrahan] QRF in 45 mikes.

[Abawi] What is it?

[gunshot]

[thud]

[gun fires]

[Sara panting]

[Sara whimpers]

Sara?

You-- you left me again.

I'm sorry, I freaked out.

I thought they got you.

But you made it. You're here.

Get away from me.

Get away from me.

No, no, no, no.

We need each other.

Woodman is still out there.

-Who are you talking about?

-[Kyle] The guy.

The guy who was

killing everybody.

I heard somebody say his name

when he was in here earlier.

Look, I'm really sorry, okay?

I am a coward. A piece of shit.

There is no denying that.

We need to get out of here.

-[gasps]

-Whoa!

Look, I can explain.

I can explain.

Explain what?

I was just

doing my duty, all right?

I was ordered.

You don't understand.

It's a program to help vets.

It is a good thing.

You were with them...

the whole time?

I was just doing my job.

Sara, look at me.

Look at me, Sara.

Sara, look at me. Look.

[gasps]

No.

Don't do it, please.

Don't do it, please.

My job is

to be the fail-safe.

Make sure you stay

on the hunting grounds.

Make sure these veterans

get the help that they need.

Please don't do this.

Please.

The program helps.

Why couldn't you just

die like the rest of them?

[gunshots]

[panting]

[grunting]

[thud]

[Sara chokes]

[Kyle grunts]

[Sara screams]

-[kick lands]

-[grunting]

[gunshot]

-[thud]

-[groaning]

[Chris] [echoing] Sara.

Sara, come on.

Sara, Sara, Sara.

[gasps]

Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

It's okay. You're fine.

You're fine. It's okay.

Chris, I heard you dying.

-I know.

-No, no, no.

-I heard you dying.

-[Chris] I know. I know.

What happened?

He saved my life.

Who?

Him.

-Woodman.

-No, no, no, no, no, no.

He's the only reason

why I'm still alive.

No, no, your face.

He's not a good man.

He had to make it

look real or else

he would've

had to really kill me.

I don't believe you.

That piece of shit,

he hunted us.

-[Chris grunts]

-He hunted us.

He had to make it

seem that way.

He's here to shut

down the program, okay?

-What?

-[Chris] Yeah.

-What?

-[grunts]

Okay, what is this

program exactly?

This program is meant

to get us back to killing.

Plain and simple.

Military can't lose

their investments.

So then,

why did you help us?

I did something

I could never take back.

You remind me of her.

[electric device whirrs]

[Abawi] I must

congratulate you, Marcus.

You are far more dangerous

than even I expected.

You know, one thing

I learned many years ago

is there are no accidents.

It was no accident

that you were selected

for that mission

all those years ago.

It was no accident

that my colleague was tortured

so close to death.

And it was no accident

that you were forced

to make an impossible decision.

I suppose

you saved us all in the end.

It's okay.

[gunshot]

[Abawi] You see, I never

wanted to cure PTSD.

I wanted to harness it,

turn it into a weapon.

That old man

tried to stop my program.

He had to go.

And I saw an opportunity.

[chuckles]

Marcus,

I have been in your head

since before

you even you knew my name.

Breaking you down.

Mind if hang out over here?

[Abawi]

Clearing the field.

You were the key to the true

Stalking Fields Program.

The one I designed.

And now, thanks to you,

I have everything I need

to show those bureaucrats

how effective it is.

Give a man a purpose he'll

turn into a ferocious dog.

just like I gave you when--

when I killed

your wife and child.

Claver said they died slowly.

[police siren blaring]

Car trouble?

-[scream]

-[loud crash]

[police siren blaring]

I'll drive next time.

[Abawi] You see,

there are no accidents.

Your rage

gave me my life's work.

And in exchange

I give you your life.

You just

remember that, Marcus.

if you ever get the itch

to come back

to the stalking fields.

[breathing heavily]

I'm so sorry.

[groans in anger]

[computer]

QRF on site.

-[Sara] Come on. Let's go.

-Hey, hey, hey man.

Come on.

Hey man. Snap out of it.

Look, I know you're hurt,

but we can't do anything

if you're dead.

We-- we need your help

to get out of this.

Come on.

Marcus. Marcus.

[computer]

QRF on site.

[alarm beeping]

QRF on site.

You got this.

You got this.

[alarm beeping]

You need to go.

[gun cocks]

[heavy metal music]