Red vs. Blue (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 2 - Capital Assets - full transcript

- Ah god, I'm hit.

- Medic!

We need a medic over here.

- I'm a medic.

Calm down soldier, where are you hit?

- Oh, those bastards got me.

They got me right in the lap.

- All right.

I'm sorry, what was that?

- Yeah, the lap!

I was shot in the lap!



- So, like your upper thigh?

- Did you hear him?
(soldier groans)

He said his lap!

- Oh god, my lap!

It's just that that's not
really proper anatomical--

- Well excuse my friend here

for not being a certified medical genius!

- Come on lady, cut me some
slack, I'm bleeding out here!

- Right.

Sorry, are you hit anywhere else?

- My tummy.

- Got him right in the tummy.

- (sighs) This is going to be a long day.

(warthog accelerates)



- Simmons, status report!

- We're completely surrounded,
severely unprepared

and reinforcements aren't
coming anytime soon.

- Excellent news.

- Excellent?!

- I was beginning to worry

this wasn't going to be much of a fight

but you gotta hand it to those villains,

always one step ahead.

(chuckles) You can learn a
thing or two from them Simmons.

- I'll be sure to keep that
in mind if we survive, sir.

- Any bright ideas Colonel?

- The way I see it, we punch
through the patch defenses,

with a adrenaline fueled
slow motion car crash!

Thus creating an opening for us to escape

and allowing me to scratch one more thing

off my bucket list.

- How do you just make
something slow motion?

- If it's epic enough, life finds a way.

- Love the enthusiasm,
it's great sir, really,

but do you think we could try something

that won't get my head blown off?

- You can always switch seats with Grif.

- Done.

- Screw this, where we grouping with Wash?

- You just always have to suck
the joy out of everything,

don't you?

- So, any ideas?

- Epsilon, prep the speed booster

then drop the shield on my mark.

- That's not gonna work.

- My leg's fine.

I can take it.

- It won't work.

Just think of something else
before we run out of power.

- Yo Kringle, these guys
are going to kill us

if you don't throw down
some alien magic and help!

- It is not my place to
meddle with human affairs.

- Oh, fucking cop out!

- Quick, everyone into the portal.

- It just leads to the testing grounds.

We'll be tossed back out.

- Not all of us.

Caboose could.

Oh, Caboose.

- Hello.

- I need you to hold on to
Freckles as tight as you can.

- Oh yeah, right, I do that anyways.

It's how I show affection.

- His guinea pig never stood a chance.

Rest in peace Mr. Fiddles.

- As soon as I'm gone, drop the shield.

- Where are you going?

- What's she up to?

- Yeah, kind of with the pirates on this.

What exactly are you doing?

- Well if I explain it, they'll hear me.

- No, we won't.

Our hearing is terrible.

- Yeah, we didn't even hear that.

- Shut up, Ross.

- Please, just trust me.

- (sighs) Church?

- [Epsilon-Church] I'm losing it,

don't have much of a choice here.

- All right.

- Freckles, run command aim bot.

(portal flashes)

(gunfire)

(pirates scream)

- Ow, my eye!

(gun hisses)

- Okay,

that was not actually my fault.

- Hostiles eliminated.

- Damn, hey, if we put Church inside a gun

do you think he could do that?

- Don't even think about it.

(portal flashes)

- Oh goody, you're alive.

- Huh,

guess she really is the
smartest person on the planet.

- Oh stop, I'm not that great.

I mean, the aim bot functionally
works about half the time

so it was really just a coin toss.

- Wow, you really got to
learn when to stop talking.

- Agent Carolina, this is
Pelican Delta five-two-zero.

We are approaching your position.

Please prep your team for evac over.

- What, no?!

I told Doyle to send troops
to the mountain temple first.

(radio static)

- He did ma'am.

(engines firing)

- This is as close as I could land.

Temple is at the summit.

- Any sign of the enemy?

- Visibly, no

but this place is messing
with targeting equipment.

- Then let's get this over with.

Fan out, form a perimeter.

Don't want to miss all
the fun back in Alpha.

- This is it.

- Oh good.

- You know, I really wasn't
sure until you said that.

Why don't you put those amazing
powers of observation to use

and stand guard, okay?

(chuckles) Okay.

- Was he always like that?

- You just kind of learn to tune it out.

- Hey, Freddy Krueger!

There's nothing in here.

Do we got to do something?

Say the magic words,
sacrifice like a goat?

- You are to late.

- Whoa!

What?

What do you mean too
late, where's the sword?

- It has already been claimed by another.

- No.

God damn it!

- Oh lord, of all the
people on this planet,

why am I the only one down
here with this bloody thing!?

- [Donut] Duh, because all your other men

are flying to Kimball and Carolina.

Besides, you got the best
camouflage out of all of us.

- [Doyle] Just send them back around

and pick me up for god's sake!

(speaks foreign language)

- [Donut] Good point Lopez.

You get that General?

What?

No, I no hablo espanol.

- [Felix] They're here!

Spread out and find them now!

- Oh, just hurry.

(speaks and makes sound
effects in slow motion)

- So, that's the plan.

What do you all think?

- How do you just make
something slow motion?

- We're losing men here!

I need to start hearing
some serious solutions

and I need them now!

- Who said I wasn't serious?

- This ship still has
a few pieces of tech.

If we could find one of its
engine and get it online,

we might have a chance to escape.

- Oh dude, you going
to fly us out of here?

- What, no, are you stupid?

Assuming the engines are as
fucked as I think they are,

I should be able to make us
a smoke screen big enough

to cover our escape.

- That's a start.

Red team, you and Wash take charge on this

and let me know when you're ready.

- Can do.

- (sighs) Flying out would
have been a lot cooler.

- Well if it's an engine
you're looking for,

I just happen to know where to find one.

- And I just happen to
know how to work it.

- And I

am also here

and would like to contribute
to the conversation.

- Then let's get to work.

- Look, I hate to be that guy.

- No you don't.

- But that area is getting hit hard.

Sniper fires coming out of nowhere.

- You leave that to me.

- General Doyle, we've
dropped in at your position.

Pelicans are looking for a safe LV.

Where are you, over?

(radio static)

- [Doyle] I'm in a snowy area.

- Gonna have to be a
little more specific, sir.

- (whispers) Now isn't
exactly a good time.

- Come on out.

You prick.

- Damn it.

We need to find him.

- If we split up, we
can cover more ground.

- Yeah, okay Scooby,

let's not make it too
easy for the bad guys.

(gun cocks)

- [Agent Carolina] Church.

- Jinkies, it's Dark Face!

- Caboose, if you're going
to give him a nickname,

don't make it that stupid.

- I underestimated you.

- We get that a lot.

(gun fires)

- Seems we're both
looking for the same man.

Bet you I find him first.

- In your dreams.

- Hey wait!

Hey, where are you going?!

- Split up and cover more ground.

- Oh, so when it's her
idea, it's a good thing.

- I wouldn't be too sure.

- Hostiles detected.

- Run!

(guns fire)

- In here!

- (sighs) Think we lost them?

- [Unknown] Ooooooo!

- What was that?

- [Unknown] Whooooooooa!

- Oh man, don't tell me it's
alien zombies or something!

- Ugh, I know it's like
zombies are super played out

- [Unknown] Whoaaaaaaaaaaa!

- (buzzes) Friendly
heat signature detected.

- Friendly?

- Whoa, (chuckles) thank god!

- Ah!

- Hey, Doc.
- Doc?!

- Hello Tucker, Caboose!

It's so good to see you.

Ugh, it was horrible.

Grif threw that future troop

and I was teleported away
to some far off place,

another dimension where time and space

refute all logic as we know it,

a place where I drifted for
what felt like an eternity,

after a while I lost my mind,

then I found it, and then I lost it again,

oh, but it was the thought of
you all tirelessly searching

for a way to bring me back that
kept me going all that time

and look, look at my faith in
my friends has been rewarded,

oh, I love your guys!

- Wait.

You were gone?

- I,

well,

yes!

What are, what are you asking?

- Since when?

- Since when, since the canyon!

- Really?
- Yes!

- Yeah, I don't remember that.

- What!?

- Hey Sarge?

- [Sarge] What do you want blue?

- Do you remember teleporting
Doc back at the canyon?

- Doc?

Nah, he's been with us, I think,
or, wait, was he with you?

- [Tucker] We found him in a cave,

said she was in another dimension.

- That doesn't sound right at all.

Grif, Simmons!

You remember sending Doc
to another dimension?

- Who?

- Doc, the purple guy.

- Doc?

Oh yeah, I guess we did do that.

- Yeah, I totally forgot too.

- [Simmons] Huh, I guess he's
just got one of those faces,

you know, like really forgettable.

- Totally.

All right, well talk to you guys later.

- [Sarge] Try not to die.

- You too.

Man, I guess we just never
noticed you were gone, crazy huh?

- (chuckles) Crazy.

(laughs) Crazy. (laughs)

(Caboose laughs)

You incompetent fools, you
will all taste oblivion!

(Doc grunts)

- [Tucker] Ow!

(Caboose laughs)

- Um, should we do something?

- Oh no, he's a friend.

(Caboose laughs)

- Huh?

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface pants)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface grunts)

- Huh, still got it.

- [Epsilon-Church] Yeah, congratulations,

now how about we get back

to doing the thing we came here for?

- I had to make sure he wasn't a threat.

- [Epsilon-Church] You
had to stroke your own ego

is more like it.

- Oh please, like you're one to talk.

(Agent Carolina yells)

- [Epsilon-Church] What the hell?

- You're very efficient at
administering pain Carolina

but pain is something
I've learned to live with.

(gun scratches ice)

(gun fires)

- Incoming!

- Hey, who, whoa, what do
you think you're doing?

- What?

- You go find your own
cover, this is mine.

- No way, we can share it!

- Over my dead body! (grunts)

- (singsongs) Irony.

- Tower two here,

we're picking up enemy
aircraft on our radar,

looks like they're staying out of range.

- [Locus] Hold position.

By the time reinforcements arrive,

no one left for them to save.

- [Unknown] You really
should have killed me

when you had the chance Locus.

- Who's that?

- [Unknown] I know you can hear me.

I made sure this was
broadcasting on all channels.

- Reckless behavior, even for you.

- [Unknown] I guess I'm
just full of disappointment.

You know, I've been thinking
about the last time we met.

The questions you asked me

- We're past the point of talk,
Agent Washington, goodbye.

- [Washington] I'm at the
southwest side of the crash site.

Still don't feel like talking.

(sniper fires)

- No.

(gun clatters)

- Please tell me you caught
the vapor trail on that shot.

He's not going to fall
for the same trick twice.

- Oh, we got it.

- Open fire!

(guns fire)

(Locus grunts)

- Wahoo, eat a dick you Predator knockoff!

- Jensen, status report.

- Engine's all set and
ready for smoke screen.

Thanks for the cover guys.

- Hey, what about me?

- You would've made an
excellent human shield Palomo.

- Thank you.

- [Washington] You guys get that?

- Loud and clear.

- You sure this will work?

- Oh god, no.

- Well it's better than
getting shot I guess, or is it?

Wait, what happens if this doesn't work?

- We explode.

- Great.

(guns fire)

Everybody listen up.

We're making our move.

(engine rumbles and hisses)

- Form a perimeter

and hold the line.

- God damn it, I can't see shit.

(Sarge yells in slow motion)

- Lets take the lead!

- They broke through the
line, sir, should we follow?

- No, their reinforcements
will be waiting.

Stand down.

- [Washington] All that
time we were with the Feds,

I knew you were watching me,
making sure I wasn't a threat.

Which is why I made sure I
took the time to watch you.

You know, you might see
our similarities Locus

but you still can't see
that, between the two of us,

I'm the soldier, and you're just a killer.

- I need a vehicle.

- And take this and that,
and then take two of these

and call me (mumbles) morning. (laughs)

- And you say he's a medic?

- Yup, and a pacifier.
- [Tucker] Pacifist, ow.

- Yeah but sometimes he gets really weird

and calls himself O'Malley and
tries to destroy the world.

- [Tucker] Ow!

- Yeah, it's like an inside joke.

- You are, without question,

the most fascinating group of individuals

I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

- [Tucker] I'm dying! (grunts)

- Oh, right!

- Ow, the back of my head!

- You couldn't have done that any sooner?!

- Oh, calm down.

You got a medic to patch you up later.

- Calm down, calm down?!

Carolina and Church are
gone, Doyle's still missing

and now we've got Dr. Evil
ready to beat us to death

as soon as he wakes up.

So if we don't find the stupid sword

and get out of here in
the next five minutes,

I'm going to have a god damn heart attack!

- Oh well, maybe those guys have seen it.

(magazine clinks into gun)

- Oh, give me a fucking break!

(guns cock)

(enemies thud)

- Booyah, consider yourselves penetrated.

(speaks foreign language)

Thanks Lopez, I do live la vida loca.

- Well, there you go.

- I honestly don't know if
this is better or worse.

- You all go find General Doyle,

I'll stay here and make sure
your medic friend is okay.

- Sounds good.

Come on, let's go.

- Hey, is that Doc?

- [Tucker] Yup.

- Huh, feels like, I
haven't seen him in ages.

Weird.

(Sharkface grunts)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface chuckles)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface grunts)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface grunts)

- [Sharkface] Ah!

- Epsilon, bio scan.

- [Epsilon-Church] Shoulder
dislocated, guys a pin cushion,

he's got plates and
staples all over his body.

- Weak points?

- [Epsilon-Church] More
like reinforcements.

- You Freelancers, love your gadgets

but it's a step in the right direction.

(shoulder cracks)

- Who are you?

- Your past has come back to haunt you.

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

- What did I ever do to you?

- You still don't know?

(Agent Carolina grunts)

Let me jog your memory.

(flamethrower clinks and whooshes)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

You're going to burn for
what you did to me, Carolina.

- You were at the vault
the day of the heist,

part of the resistance.

- [Epsilon-Church] He was what?

- That's right.

So now you understand why you have to die.

(flamethrower clinks)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

(flamethrower whooshes)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(ice cracks)

(ice cracks)

- Huh?

(ice snaps and falls)

(grapple gun launches)

- [Epsilon-Church] What
the fuck is with this guy!?

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(grapple wire whirs)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(gun fires)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface grunts)

(gun clicks)

- Huh?

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface grunts)

- Epsilon, I need armor enhancement.

- [Epsilon-Church] Which one?

(Sharkface grunts)

- [Agent Carolina] All of them!

(gun fires)

(bullets ricochets)

(Agent Carolina pants)

(suit gears up)

(Agent Carolina yells)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

- Carolina, you okay?

- Just run the healing unit.

- That's a lot for me to handle!

- We've almost got him.

(Sharkface grunts)

- No.

This is where I

get you.

(grenades click)

(foot stomps)

(flamethrowers clink)

- Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.

(flamethrower whooshes)

Run!

- I go faster!

- [Epsilon-Church] We're
running out of mountain!

- What?!

- [Epsilon-Church] There's a
drop coming but if you jump,

there's a lake at the bottom.

- No, we can do it.

We hit him again and end this.

- [Epsilon-Church] Wait, stop!

Theta, send all power to
her legs and stabilize!

- I'm trying!

- Delta, prioritize...

Delta?

(static)

- [Theta] It's too much!

What do we do?! (static)

- I don't know. (static)

(Epsilon-Church shatters)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

- Ahhh!

(snow tumbles and crunches)

(somber jingle)

(Doyle pants)

- Bad idea!

- (chuckles) End of the line General.

- You know, I wouldn't advise
pointing that weapon at me.

I am prone to fainting after all.

- How

very bold

but a coward doesn't put his
life on the line like that

and you are a coward, dumb Doyle.

- Shoot me and you lose the sword.

- You're bluffing.

- You can't take that chance.

- I can if it's a sure thing.

- Stay back.

- Give me the sword!

- Fine!

Fine.

You can have it.

(Doyle screams)

- No! (grunts)

Gotcha.

- Hey, there he is.

- He has the sword!

- What!?

Oh shit!

(guns cock and fire)

- Well look who it is, Lavernius Tucker

and his other less important
but equally annoying friends.

- No one steals from the North
Pole and gets away with it!

- I don't really see how
that's relevant, but I agree.

- Hand over the sword, Felix.

- Oh now, I think I'm going
to keep that right here.

- Dude, you're surrounded.

You've got nowhere to go.

- Then come get me.

Oh,

not so tough after all huh?

I guess without your big,
bad Freelancer buddies,

you can't really do much can you?

- We've outsmarted you!

- Oh, I'm well aware of that Tucker.

You see, not many people
get the best of me

but no one gets the best of
me and lives to tell about it.

(Falcon whirls)

- Oh, that's, that's bad.

- Affirmative.

- He was stalling!

- You think?!

(machine gun fires)

- (sigh) And you say, I talk too much.

- [Locus] You do.

- [Felix] Haha, sayonara losers!

- You have to stop them,

he's gonna use that sword to kill us all!

- Chill out, I don't think
he knows how it works yet.

- What makes you say that?

- Well, if he did,

he probably wouldn't have
left without killing you.

- Uh...

Me?

- Um and what ever happened to Church?

- She is gonna be so pissed
off when she wakes up.

(Warthog brakes squeal)

- So, that uh,

that did not go well.

- Yeah, hm-hm.
- It was real bad.

- We found Doc.

- Eh,

yeah.

- That's technically good.

- Well I had a great time!

- [Kimball] Oh, good for you!

- Thank you!

- Not you,

him.

- It was a split-second
decision and I stand by it.

- Well, thanks to you,

the mercenaries now have
the power to kill us all.

- Only if I die fast.

- Great, so now we'll
get to waste valuable men

to guard you 24/7.

- We'll, we'd have more men

if you hadn't led them all into a trap.

- Don't you dare turn this around on me.

- Okay, enough!

You two are acting like children.

- Haha, you're immature!

- Dish duty!

- Fuck!

- What's done, is done.

So let's quit focusing on what went wrong

and start thinking about what we have now

and what we can start doing.

- How's Church and Carolina?

- Our (mumbles) has
assured me that Carolina

will make a full recovery,

as well as all of your
friends from the caves.

- Eh, tough luck.
- Can't win them all.

- Epsilon's situation is more problematic.

He's doing fine now

but there's something he's not telling us.

Complete armor failure just
doesn't happen out of the blue.

- Well, if you want my
tactical assessment.

- We don't.

- Sounds to me like we got to get

to that alien phone tower thingy pronto.

We can collect call to Earth.

- Well.

- Dial 1-800-send-ships-and-kill-pirates,

standard text messages rates apply.

- Are you done?

- I'll think of more.

- We can't go barging in
like we did with Alpha.

- I couldn't agree more.

- Well, we can't just sit here

and wait for Charon to attack!

- Why not?

It's heavily fortified and
the city reactor rules out

any risk of aerial bombings.

Our alien artifacts are no
good to Charon post explosion.

- Then they'll surround us

and wait for our supplies
to run dry, Jesus,

don't you think about any of this?

- So, you suggest we
throw Tucker out there

to search for the tower?

They'll kill him and then
they'll have two swords!

- Hey, I could make it.

Maybe.

- I don't have all of the answers General,

but I do know that sometimes
you need to risk lives

if you want to see results, even your own,

especially your own,

- You should have thrown
that sword off the mountain

and taken the fucking bullets

but you're too much of a stupid
selfish coward to see that.

- Kimball!

- This meeting is over.

- Wait, we need to come up with a plan!

- So, that didn't really go well either.

- She's right though.

- Where are you going?

- My quarters.

I'm a failure of a General

and apparently a failure of a human being.

Should any of you actually need me,

you know where to find me.

- Actually, I don't think

you've ever told us
where your quarters are.

- [Doyle] Then I'm a
failure at leaving too!

- Well, shit.

- I saw forget the both of em.

They don't want to run the show,

then we we'll just do it for em.

First order of business, red uniforms.

- The problem isn't just within.

The feds and rebels
may be working together

but they still aren't working together.

There's no trust, no anything.

- Well it took us ages before
we're able to trust the blues.

- Yeah and some of us
are still working on it.

(Sarge mumbles)

- Huh?

- Face it dude.

These guys spent years killing each other.

They're not going to get all buddy, buddy.

I know but if we can't
bring them together soon,

we're not going to stand a chance

(somber jingle)

- Operator, I'll like
to place a collect call

to vengeance.

Knew I had one more in me.

- [Intercom] Paging Dr. Wooden.

Dr. Wooden to the O.R.

Dr. Wooden.

- But then it turned out Felix was evil,

so we exposed the truth,
stopped a civil war,

and now we're fighting to
send a distress call to Earth.

- And in no point, during any of this,

did you realize I was missing?

- Apparently not.

- I will destroy you all for
your insufferable ignorance!

- Oo, this is certainly the
most vocal split personality

I've ever seen but I suppose
an eternity in isolation

will do that to you.

Tell me Mr. O'Malley,

when you say you wish to destroy us all,

what exactly do you
think you mean by that?

- I mean you will cease to exist!

You will all die by my hand. (laughs)

Really, it's quite self-explanatory.

- Well, I think there's
some serious issues here

we're just starting to get ahold of.

Nothing a little electroshock
therapy could fix.

- (laughs) I beg your pardon?

- After you handsome.

- Wait, can't we talk about this?

- We're going to fix you right up Doc.

Where should I stick the thermometer?

- Uh, I think I need to
get a second opinion!

- We got a runner!

(hologram flashes)

- Finally some freaking quiet!

Hey, wanna see if she
left her prescription pad?

- We need to talk.

- Oh.

Yeah.

Can we at least do it while
you're on heavy sedatives?

- (sigh) All right, let's try this again.

First, we start with a friendly handshake.

- (spits) Devil man.

- Did you just spit inside your helmet?

Take yourself and fuck
yourself, with yourself.

- What?
- Exactly.

- God damn it Palomo.

- Well, step up from assault and battery.

- He provoked me!

- You rebels are all fucking nuts.

- That's impossible,
nuts don't have orifices,

go back to school!

- What about donuts?

- Now you're just speaking
in riddles and you know it!

- I'm having a hard time
following this conversation.

- (sighs) Forget it, you guys can go.

- Fine.

- How'd I do?

- You were a constant
source of disappointment.

- All right!

- Hey, thought I was the constant
source of disappointment.

Well I will just have to try harder!

Someone give me a screwdriver!

- Ugh, why is this happening now?

We're in the middle of a fucking war

and these guys won't do
anything but hate on each other.

- The problem isn't with them.

It's just with your approach.

- What the heck is that supposed to mean?

- You can't force people
into liking each other.

You just got to lie to them

until they think they like each other.

- That sounds like a terrible idea.

- No, he's right.

I've used the same tactic
on women a million times.

- This is basic shit.

First we told Doyle, that
Kimball wants to apologize

and meet him for dinner.

Then we tell Kimball that
Doyle wants to apologize

and we invite her to the same restaurant.

- Oh come on, there's no way that'll work.

That's a plot point used in old sitcoms.

- And one of those sitcoms
was called "Friends",

which is exactly what we want them to be.

Case closed.

- Face it moron,

we just ain't cut out
for this kind of job.

What we need is someone
with a more delicate touch.

One that can act as a neutral force.

Someone that's neither red nor blue,

Some sort of disgusting
middle ground, like a

dark fuchsia.

- You'll never take me alive!

I ran track in high school!

- Running only makes me want you more!

- If only we knew someone that--

- Oh, just stop.

- What happened to you?

You were with me one minute,
then the next you were gone.

- All right, I know what you're
trying to talk about here

and look, sometimes guys my
age have performance issues,

it's completely natural.

- Epsilon, I'm serious.

- Hey, me too, this shit's embarrassing

and now I got to go talk to Dr. Gray

about getting some pills.

- Stop dodging me on this!

- (sigh) Look,

I'm not failing if that's
what you're worked up about.

But

I have my limits.

- What do you mean?

- I mean you can't expect me

to run all of your armor
equipment at the drop of a hat!

I'm not a young brand new A.I!

I'm just one of the fragments.

- Look, I'm sorry if I push you too far

but we can't use that as an excuse.

We're going to need every
advantage we can get.

- Oh, you're right.

Would you like some
holographic projections too?

How about a time distortion
while you fight or,

oh, we can get you a seat
warmer, how about that?

- You know, what we're up against!

- And you know what happened to The Meta.

- What did you just say?

- He kept fighting for
more and more power too

and in the end it got him killed.

- Don't you ever talk about
Maine like you knew him.

- I'm just trying to show
you how close you're getting

to crossing a very dangerous line.

You're Agent Carolina,

you don't need all this
fancy stuff to win.

You're already the best.

- I appreciate the thought
Church, I really do.

- Good cause I am really not
all about this sincerity stuff.

- But the only reason we
survived the radio jammer

is because Locus is insane!

He could have killed Wash

and they both could have done a lot more.

- But they didn't!

So what does that have to
do with anything anyway?

- I told you when I
went through the gateway

that I saw the freelancers.

I had to watch them die.

- Oh.

- And after they were
gone, I saw all of you.

Wash,

Tucker, the Reds

and

Church.

I can't lose another family.

- You're scared.

Forgive me but I'm all too
familiar with the feeling.

- What are you doing here?

- (sigh) It's my favorite
part of the Capitol.

Just far enough away from everything.

I come here whenever I need a moment.

It looks as though you had a similar idea.

- Shouldn't you be in the center of town,

behind 78 inches of
bulletproof everything?

- There is all sorts of
things we should be doing.

We should be prepping our
next move against the enemy

but instead we're here,
standing around talking.

- Yeah, you get used to it.

- You know,

I believe it was the great
William Shakespeare who said,

"Courage is not the absence of fear.

It is acting in spite of it."

I don't believe those words
have ever been more relevant.

- I don't think that was Shakespeare.

- What?
- That quote.

I don't think he said that.

- Really?

- Yeah, pretty sure.
- Uh, yeah.

- Oh.

- Still,

it's a good quote.

- Thank you.

- (sigh) Well, here's to hoping the mercs

are just as frustrated as the rest of us

- I

am extremely frustrated!

- Get a grip.

- How?!

How do you forget to mention
something as important as that?

- We were in a hurry.

- Oh, you were in a hurry.

Hey, Locus, you know,

I was really thinking about
letting Sharkface live

but since we're in a hurry,

why don't we just fucking kill him?

- I'll like to see you try.
- Done.

- No violence between partners.

- He's not a partner.

He's an idiot.

And thanks to him, we've
got a key that does nothing

until the General is dead.

- Then we kill the General.

- The grownups are talking fish stick.

- Quiet!

We have the advantage.

We have a plan.

So quit moaning and do your job.

Both of you.

- You're the boss.

- I'll sync up with the Tartarus.

You need to get your head together.

- Hm.

Said the raving lunatic.

(screen flickers)

- Locus, the Tartarus is maintaining orbit

around the planet as discussed.

- Good.

- [Price] Shall I inform Carmichael

that you wish to speak with him?

- That won't be necessary.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- How can I be of assistance?

- I want to know more about The Meta.

- So, you think you can just
send me to another dimension,

forget my very existence and
then expect me to help you

when you're in trouble?

- Yes.

- Finally!

All I ever wanted was to be included.

(laughs) This is why
I no one respects you.

Come on O'Malley, don't
be such a negative Nancy.

If you had a dog, it'll
chew through it's leash

then run into traffic.

- Hey, I had a dog that did that.

- Surprising no one.

- There you are.

What the hell have you all been doing?!

- Oh, just a little thing we
like to call saving the planet.

- We've got Kimball's men

threatening to leave the Capitol

while Doyle's forces are
setting up a perimeter

to keep them in.

If we don't act soon,

we're going to have another
civil war on our hands.

- Don't you worry

your pretty little
yellow-striped head Wash.

We've got everything under control.

- How?!

- An honest and down to
Earth counseling session.

- What?

- A counseling session.

Just you two and your closest friends

here to talk and support you.

- This is a waste of time.

- I concur.

- See, you're already agreeing
on things, the system works.

- I am so sorry.

- Okay, let's start things off
with a little role-playing.

Shall we?

- Ah yeah, dibs on police officer.

- What?
- Come on, don't be shy.

Look it's easy.

Grif, why don't you pretend to be me

and I'll pretend to be you.

- Uh, hey everybody, look at me, I'm Doc.

- And I'm Dexter Grif, reporting for duty.

Oh wait, nevermind,

I forgot that I'm a worthless
sack of human excrement

that wouldn't be caught
dead following orders

because I'm too busy
wishing my parents loved me

as much as my sister. (laughs)

Maybe if I had a stable
father figure growing up,

I wouldn't be so opposed to order

but I guess that's just what
happens when your mother

turns tricks behind elephant
cages at the circus. (laughs)

Here Dex, have some more
cotton candy. (laughs)

- It was a nice circus.

- Oh gosh, sorry about that,

maybe we should try something else.

- I don't know I think
we're making progress.

- [Price] The Meta.

- [Locus] Yes.

Any additional information
we can gather on our enemies

is vital to success.

- Would it not be more
beneficial to discuss

Agents Carolina and Washington?

- No.

I have a full understanding of Washington.

His background no longer interests me.

Same could be said for Carolina.

- Very well.

What would you like to know?

- The Meta have the
potential for perfection.

How is it possible that he was defeated

by a group of incompetent
simulation troopers.

- Agent Maine survived numerous injuries

during his time with the Freelancers,

most would have been lethal,

had they been inflicted
upon any other man.

However, in the end four
puncture wounds in his suit

resulted in asphyxiation by liquid.

He drowned.

- I'm aware of how he died.

I want to know why he
was unable to prevent it.

- As did the rest of us.

It seemed impossible at the time

but as you have already seen

simulation troopers are
extraordinarily resilient.

- He had every possible advantage.

- [Price] They had each other.

They had what our agents
never fully achieved,

complete and total faith in one another.

I think it's important to note
that had the Reds and Blues

combated Agent Maine prior to
the destruction of his A.I,

it's possible events may
have played out differently.

- Why is that?

- You must remember that
Agent Maine and The Meta

are two distinctly different psyches.

The Meta was the result of
the Sigma A.I manipulating me.

His sole objective was perfection.

When the A.I fragments were
destroyed by Agent Washington,

The Meta was destroyed along with him

leaving behind a damaged shell of a man.

Unlike Sigma, his only remaining
goal was to obtain power.

His actions were more reckless,
his behavior more sporadic.

- [Locus] And before Sigma,
what was he like then?

- A brute, strong, unrelenting, fearless.

He had no qualms when
asked to do the unpleasant,

the morally questionable.

Because despite what many
thought of him he knew he was,

at his core, a soldier

and his actions inevitably
served the greater good.

- The greater good is irrelevant.

His actions should have been
his orders, nothing more.

- No, that would make him a slave.

- What you say, Maine
performed at his best

when controlled by Sigma,

when The Meta strove to
be the perfect weapon.

- You're mistaken in assuming Sigma's

definition of perfection.

The Meta never wanted to be a weapon.

The Meta wanted to be human.

Is there anything else
you wish to discuss?

- No.

- Have you noticed a
change in your behavior

since entering the gateway?

I understand the portal attack
the minds of its inhabitants.

Confronting them with
their greatest fears.

That could have lasting
effects on an individual.

- I'm fine.

- I'm inclined to disagree.

- You're overstepping your
boundaries, counselor.

- I'm merely doing my job.

- Your job is--

- Would you like to know
what Felix is afraid of?

- I--
- Locus!

The teams are ready,
we need you out front.

- Of course.

- I'll be right there.

Got to say, love what
you did with Sharkface.

You got more guts than
I gave you credit for.

- I've worked with
dangerous patients before.

- True.

But if Sharkface ever found
out you worked for Freelancer.

(shudders) I can't imagine
things would play out nicely.

Keep up the good work Price.

(screen flickers)

- Tucker, when you call
me names like stupid

and really stupid.

It makes me feel sad.

- Perfect!

Now you Tucker.

- Caboose,

when you volunteered us to demonstrate

speaking our feelings,

it made me feel like hitting
you in the god damn mouth.

- Yay, well now I feel sadder,
um, are we doing this right?

- Right as rain.

- Oh, good.

Well then now I feel happy again!

I love counseling!

- (laughs) Don't we all.

Okay, now it's your turn.

- I'm sorry, but how much longer will we--

- Uh uh, Kimball has the
speaking ball right now.

- Doc, this isn't going to work.

- Well not with that attitude.

- Attitude isn't our problem,

it's a complete and total
breakdown in cooperation.

- Well, cooperation is a
two-way street Ms. Kimball.

- Oh boy

- If you want to stay in
this death trap of a city

that's fine but don't think for a second,

I'm letting you bring down
the New Republic with you.

- Okay, now if we can just all--

- Leading a suicide?!

You need us, just as much as we need you.

If you run off now, you'll doom us all.

- Okay, guys, guys--

- I'd rather die trying something
than waste another second

standing around here.

- Kimball?
- I have the speaking ball!

- [Washington] Uh,

the speaking ball?

- Yes and do you know what?

I'm done talking.

I'm ready for action.

- Wait, please look,

can't you just say one nice
thing about the other person?

Something, anything?

- I always imagined you as a tyrant.

A mad men bent on absolute control.

Now I see I was wrong.

You're just a stubborn incompetent man

and I don't know what's worse.

- Oo, that's a burn.

- Do you know what your
problem is Vanessa?

You're far too eager to
die for your beliefs.

When you felt your
government had betrayed you,

you stood against it.

When your leaders fell before
you, you took their place.

And now when we are at
our most vulnerable,

you want to fight.

I can honestly say

that

I've

never met a more courageous
individual in all my life.

- What?

- What?
- What?

I mean, all right, great job!

- I wish...

I wish I had a 10th of the
courage that you possess.

Maybe if I did, I'd made a better General.

But I don't.

And I'm afraid.

Not just for myself but for my people.

- They're my people too.

- Which is precisely why we
should be working to save them.

- You think some cheap compliments
are going to win me over?

- Why do you insist on fighting me?!

- Look guys, if we can just.

(distant explosion)

- Uh, what was that?

(closer explosion)

(radio static)

- [Intercom] General
Kimball, we're under attack!

- What?!
- That's impossible.

They've never risked a bombing run.

- [Intercom] Well, that's the thing.

Uh, they're actually not.

(intense beat)

(guns fire)

- Let's go to work.

(guns fire)

(soldier grunts)

- I thought you guys said we
were safe at the Capitol?!

- I never thought they'd be so bold.

They'd take too many casualties.

- I guess they don't care
how many people they lose.

Once they have the sword, it won't matter.

- It sounds like we're going to

make sure they lose all their men.

- (laughs) Yes, forget
the counseling session,

bring on the bloodbath! (laughs)

- Let's get out there
and stick it to em gang.

- [Epsilon-Church] Hold up.

Um,

I got a better idea but

you're probably not going to like it.

- Can't be much worse
than the current one.

- It's like Kimball said,

the Capital's a deathtrap

but not for us.

(intense beat)

(guns fire)

(soldier grunts)

- Ah!

- What are you doing?!

We got patients to save!

- Uh, yes ma'am.

Ahhh, my arm!

- Oh, so now you (mumbles) bad thing.

(enemies grunt)

- I think these guys are
going to need a hospital.

- Just

no.

- Come on, we need to
get everyone out of here.

- What are you talking about?

- Didn't you hear, we're evacuating.

- Excuse me?

- General's orders.

We're abandoning Armonia.

Warthogs, Pelicans, whatever
can get us out of the Capitol.

- But why?

- Well, the mercs just
dropped all of their men

right into the city.

- A city that just so happens

to have a very powerful nuclear reactor.

- And if we blow up the reactor.

- We blow up everything
Charon has to throw at us.

(guns fire)

- (laughs) That's it, run.

- Anyone got eyes on the targets?

- Not yet.

- Then let's pick up the pace.

- I want that kill bonus.

- You know, I always want
to be popular as a kid

- As did I.

- Is it just like you imagine?

- No.
- Kinda.

- All right, we made to the armory.

- [Kimball] Good.

There should still be a
Pelican docked in the garage.

Load up as many supplies as you can

then get Tucker and Doyle out of the city.

We'll take care of the
reactor's manual overload.

- Be ready to come pick
us up once you're done.

- [Doyle] Are you sure
there's no other way?

Armonia is are home.

- We'll build a new one.

Right now. you need to
focus on staying alive.

- We should keep moving.

- How much farther?

- It's going to be awhile,

these tunnels wind all over the place.

- (sighs) Well, at least
they keep us off the streets

and out of trouble.

- I wouldn't be so sure.

(sinister theme)

Uh-uh, I don't think so.

- I really, really hate this guy.

- We don't have time for this.

- Don't worry.

I'm the one he wants.

If I stay, will you let them go?

- Huh,

deal.

But once your dead, I'm
coming after you Washington

- Please kill him.

- You sure you'll be all right?

- Yeah,

I'm sure.

(suspenseful theme)

- Ammo?

- Check.

- Machine guns?

- Check.

- Rocket launchers?

Rocket launchers?

- Oh, you better god
damn believe it. (laughs)

- I'm not sitting next
to him on the plane.

- -Caboose] Shotgun.
- Sure.

- Uh, guys, remember those
bad guys from earlier?

Well they're coming back.

- Oh dear.

- Grif, what the status on our Pelican?

- I don't know, every time I turn it on

it just makes a loud crunching sound

- [Sarge] I'm gonna crunch you
if you don't figure it out!

- God damn it, where's
Lopez when you need him.

Wait a minute, where is Lopez?

- [Tucker] Uh, last I saw
him he was in the garage.

(Lopez speaks foreign language)

- Oh, shit.

(Lopez speaks foreign language)

Lopez is stuck in the Pelican!

- What, get him out of there!

- They're coming inside!

- Quick, everybody hide!

- Listen, all I'm saying
is we grab a Warthog

we'd cover more...

- Damn it, we suck at hiding!

- Targets are in the armory! (screams)

- Remove the mechanical man this instant!

- Hostile forces approaching.

- Oh god, they know!

- Wash, please tell me you
guys are done at the reactor.

- We need backup!

- [Washington] Haven't made
it yet, we ran into Sharkface.

- What?

- [Washington] Carolina's
handling him, what's wrong?

- Forget it, we'll figure something out.

- Figure something out?

Just what exactly do you suggest we do?

- We hold this place down

until we can get the hell out of here.

(pavement explodes)

- [Epsilon-Church] Keep it
together, you've got this C.

- You can beat me down
as many times as you want

(neck cracks)

but you're just putting
off the inevitable.

So come on, what are you waiting for?

Still trying to figure out how to beat me

or are you just too scared?

- [Agent Carolina] I'm sorry.

- What?

- I'm sorry for what we did to you,

to your friends.

You were on one side of the
fight and we were on the other.

We thought we were the good guys.

I'm sorry.

- I don't care if you're sorry.

Sorry doesn't change what you did!

Sorry doesn't bring them back!

- I know but I'm offering you a choice.

I don't want to fight you.

Turn back now and you can
walk away from this alive.

- Something's gotten into you
and I'm going to rip it out!

(guns fire)

- What's going on?

- The targets are inside

but they must have some of
the best soldiers with them.

Our men can't get near the
armory even with cloaking.

- How is that possible?

- (fires) Target eliminated.

- Die, die, die, die!

- As much as I love
shooting fish in a barrel,

I think we may have
overstayed our welcome.

- Yo Simmons, what's the deal with Lopez?

- Got the last piece out now.

- [Tucker] Thank goodness, is he okay?

- (chocking) Just fine. (chocking)

- Sounds like it's time to
vamanos, come on let's boogie.

- Just so you know, I
get very motion sickness.

- Wait, wait!

If the pirates know that
we're onboard the Pelican,

what's to keep them in the
city for the explosion?

- What?

- I mean they'll just come after us!

We'll lose our home, we'll
lose everything for nothing!

- Well there's not
really any other options.

- I think they're falling
back, get ready too--

- We got movement!

- You'll never take me alive you bastards!

- Where's he going?

(Pelican engines fire up)

(pelican jets off)

- Locus, Felix come in.

Reds and Blues have escaped
but they left Doyle behind.

He's driving into the city.

- Something's not right.

- Yeah, the fact that they're calling us

instead of fucking chasing him!

First person to put a
bullet through the General

gets twice the original bonus.

- Hell yeah.

- What do you mean he's gone!

- [Tucker] He just took off on a Mongoose.

He said if we all went on the
ship, the plan wouldn't work.

- We'll find him, just make
sure the Reds get you to safety.

We'll radio them when we're ready.

- [Tucker] Yeah, yeah.

- What the hell does he think he's doing?!

- Calm down.

I'll get him on a secure
line and handle this.

Doyle, what the hell do
you think you're doing,

we need you on that ship!

- [Doyle] Believe me, I
would love to be on board

but right now I'm the
only thing keeping Charon

from leaving the city.

How soon can you be at the reactor?

I can't lead them on forever.

- (sighs) We're not sure.

Without Epsilon, we're
running blind down here.

We may have to surface and
risk moving on the streets.

(Mongoose brakes)

- Then don't bother.

- [Washington] What do you mean?

- Armonia is nearly abandoned

and I know every back alley and shortcut.

At this rate, I'll reach
the reactor before you.

- [Agent Carolina] Don't
even think about it.

- [Doyle] Stop arguing and listen to me!

I can wait to trigger the meltdown button

but once it begins we'll
only have about 15 minutes.

Where is the extraction point?

- The intersection at 51st and Tenor

is wide enough for a Pelican

but it's a few miles
away from the reactor.

We were planning on grabbing a Warthog

from the training facility
in order to make it in time.

- [Doyle] Very well
then, go help Carolina,

I'll meet you all at the Pelican
once this is down. (yells)

Provided I don't crash and
die in this horrible thing!

- [Washington] Carolina, it's Wash,

when can you get to the LT?

- (grunts) Kind of hard to say.

- [Washington] Well,
we're going to need you

pretty damn soon, Doyle's
driving to the reactor.

- Doyle?

- [Washington] Long story, Kimball and I

are heading back to help you.

(train squeals)

- Wait, how about I come to you?

- [Tucker] What?

- Make sure the extraction point is clear

then get ready for one
hell of an entrance.

- You know that intersection
isn't really close.

I can't handle your
speed booster that long.

- Can you handle one jump?

- A jump?

(train squeals)

Thank god for public transportation.

(Sharkface grunts)

(grapple gun launches)

(glass shatters)

- You're not running away this time.

(flamethrower whooshes)
(Sharkface yells)

(wind breezes)

- Sure you want to try that again?

(glass shatters)

(flamethrower clinks)

- Oh, this is going to violate
so many safety regulations.

- [Washington] Are you at the reactor?

- Yes, gave those pirates the slip

and arrived safe and sound.

I'll stop the process.

Where are you?

(gun fires)

- Just cleared the LZ.

All we're waiting on now is Carolina.

How long do you need?

- Not long, just need to
overheat a few things here

and expose a few things there.

- [Pirate] Come on, this way.

- Oh no.

- [Kimball] What is it?

- We found his Mongoose, he can't be far.

- I, uh, might not have given
them the slip after all.

- [Washington] Do you need backup?

- No.

Just a little more time.

(train chugs)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Sharkface grunts)

(metal pole clangs)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

(train chugs)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

- Stop it, bitch. (grunts)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

(grapple gun launches)

(Agent Carolina and Sharkface grunt)

- [Epsilon-Church] This is our stop.

- (grunts) Huh?

(metal door clangs)

(Agent Carolina pants)

- You weren't kidding about the entrance.

- Face it,

it's over.

You lose.

- [Sharkface] Over?

Nah,

no, you can break me,

burn me, bury me alive (pants)

(helmet hisses)

but as long as I'm still
breathing, it will never be over.

I will hunt you.

I will burn you

as long as I'm alive.

You're all as good as dead!

(guns fire)

(body thumps)

- You know, I don't think he'll
be getting up from that one.

- Me either.

- [Washington] You okay?

- Thanks to you.

Now, let's get out of here.

- Griff, bring the Pelican around.

- [Tucker] Actually, Lopez is flying now.

Grif hit too many trees
trying to drop off Blues.

- [Grif] Allegedly!

- Doyle, we have Carolina and
are at the extraction point,

are you ready?

- Almost, just give me a
few more minutes and I--

- Found him!

(Doyle yells)
(gun fires)

(pistol shoots)

- [Pirate] The hell was that?

- Oh no.

(computer sparks)

No, no.

- [Kimball] Doyle, what is it?

Doyle, are you ready?!

- I'm afraid...

I'm afraid, I won't be joining you.

- What?

- [Doyle] The controls are destroyed.

There's no way to overload the reactor

with enough time to leave

but I can still trigger an explosion

if I damage the core myself.

- [Pirate] It came from over here.

- [Kimball] Don't be an idiot!

We need you alive, just stay
low and we can come to you.

- Kimball I'm surrounded.

Someone needs to be here
to pull the trigger.

- (sighs) Son of a bitch.

- [Doyle] Its just as you said,

sometimes you have to risk lives.

- Then let me do it!

If Felix isn't in the city,

you'll be putting the
sword right in his hand.

- [Doyle] There's no time!

- Come on, let's go!

- Kimball.

- [Doyle] Oh for god's sake
Vanessa, I know it's not perfect

but I'm rubbish as a leader
and even worse as a soldier.

This is all I can do.

- We have to go.

- We'll finally have a
chance, a real chance,

and if Felix is out there
I know you can stop him.

- [Pirate] There he is!

- They've spotted me.

The timer on this detonator
barely lasts a minute

you need to go.

- [Kimball] God damn it Doyle, stop!

- Chorus still needs you Ms. Kimball

so if you die you had better be damn sure

that those you leave behind
can carry on without you.

I know I am.

This is General Donald Doyle signing off.

- [Kimball] Wait, no!

(despairing theme)

(Pelican engines fire off)

- (chuckles) Any last words, General?

- I'd like to quote the
great William Shakespeare

but to tell you the truth,

I don't actually think he said it.

- What the hell is that!?

- Huh?

(detonator beeps)

- [Pirate] There's a bomb on the reactor!

- What?
- Get us out of here!

(detonator whirs and beeps)

(bomb explodes)

- We're not gonna make it!

- Brace for impact!

- Hey, where's Carolina?

(roof shakes)

(boots thump)

- Church!

- [Epsilon-Church] Here we go!

(shield flashes)

(ringing)

- Are we okay?

- Running diagnostics,
significant trauma detected.

- Charon's going to require that.

(static)

- Church?

- (sighs) North, was a
crazy son of a bitch.

- He's alive!

- You okay dude?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Uh, where are we?

(hologram flashes)

(warthog accelerates)

(somber theme)

(warthog accelerates)

- There's more taking
shelter inside the ship

but most of us are just
scattered around the planet.

I'm worried about Kimball.

No matter what we say,

the Feds seem to think
she just let Doyle die.

She's hardly said a word since we landed.

- What happened?

- The mercenaries escaped.

In a few hours, this will all
be over one way or another.

(sword crackles)

- (chuckles) Oh, I will
never get tired of that.

We lost too many people.

- Fewer people, bigger cuts

besides we have all we need right here.

Isn't that right?

- If you now possess the key

then you have proven your worth.

- That's what I like to hear.

So when we activate this purge.

- The purge should only be activated

as a last resort,

If the inhabitants of the
planet are not worthy.

- Buddy, trust me, I've met
the guys, so not worthy.

I just want to double check

and be sure that we won't
be wiped along with them.

- (sighs) Those residing within
the temple will be spared.

- Perfect!

Now how exactly do we activate--

- What about our remaining forces?

They'll be killed guarding
the communication temple.

- Look, they were good men.

Well, actually they were
disgusting murdering bastards

but the point is what they
don't know won't hurt them,

until they're dead.

- Some of them are former partners.

- But orders are orders.

- (sighs) Locus, when have we ever

looked out for anyone
other than ourselves?

- They trust us.

- And what, that gives
them some sort of immunity?

- Survival isn't a right.

It's a privilege.

It's earned.

That's the one thing
we've always agreed on.

If they deserve to live,

then they'd be strong enough to stop us

and smart enough to never to trust anyone.

(grunts) We'll need to
come up with something

to tell Price and the Tartarus,
you know, once it's done.

Maybe the money will be enough?

- [Intercom] Sirs, control just
sent us a new transmission.

They don't sound to happy about
losing Armonia's artifacts.

- Ugh, great.

You want to take that?

- I thought you were the people person.

- Ugh, man, you suck.

Just ask this thing how
to activate the temple

then let's go.

You know, I wonder how
much Hargrove would pay

for an alien A.I?

- My creators believed
the key and their gifts

could only be wielded by a true warrior.

I was skeptical of the first human

and then even more so of this one.

I shall prepare all necessary data

for the activation of the purge.

- You guard these relics.

You spoke to me in the gateway.

Created the things I saw.

- Correct.

- But can you tell me, what did Felix see?

- What is it he's afraid of?

- Is it not so obvious?

(somber theme)

- All right, do we have a plan?

- You share this'll work?

- Felix will have to activate
the purge personally,

which means Locus will be with him.

- And since they know our
target's the comm temple,

it's safe to assume that's
where they'll send their men.

- Wash and I take defense

while the rest of you go on offense.

- Just pretend it's a good
old game of capture the flag.

- You know we're terrible
at capture the flag, right?

- So assuming that all of this

plays out the way we hope it will.

We still need to take over a
heavily fortified alien tower.

Anybody else seeing a problem here?

- We emptied the armory as best we could

but we ain't exactly armed to the teeth.

- It's also worth mentioning
that half of our army

still hates the other half of our army.

- [Kimball] Then let me talk to them.

- Are you sure, that's a good idea?

- I am.

Excuse me.

If I could have your attention, please.

- Hey, turn that up.

- It's Kimball.

- Fuck does she want?

- I know many of you probably don't care

for what I have to say

but it's something that needs to be said.

- Think she can do this?

- Hell yeah, Kimball's a great speaker.

- I never believed this truce would last.

(crowd murmurs)

- Oh god, we're screwed.

- I thought that if we
managed to survive Charon,

it would only be a matter of time

before we were back at
each other's throats.

I believed this because in my eyes

the Federal Army of Chorus
was still the enemy.

When you spend every day fighting a war,

you learn to demonize your attackers.

To you they're evil,
they're, they're sub-human

because if they weren't then
what would that make you?

What I'm trying to say

is I've been afraid to see
you for what you really are.

You're our brothers, our sisters,

and the things we've done to
one another are unforgivable

but General Doyle was
able to see past that.

In the end, he understood

that now isn't the time
for pride or anger,

now is the time for unity.

Every day I ask myself,
what do you fight for?

And every day I answer,
for a better tomorrow.

Well, if we can't set aside our past

and start trusting one another,
there won't be a tomorrow.

So please, fight with me.

Fight to see Malcolm Hargrove

locked away for the rest of his life.

Fight to wipe that stupid
grin off of Felix's face.

Fight because you deserve to fucking win!

- Well shit, I'll fight for that.

(soldiers yell and guns fire)

- (yells) Let us bring the pain!

- I've never been so exited!

- I've always loved you, Katie!

- What?!

- Misread that, all right,
let's kill the bad guys.

- Not to shabby.

- Still, it's not going to be easy.

- [Kimball] No, it isn't.

But you're forgetting that
we still have something

that Charon doesn't.

- We do?

(sword crackles)

- I wondered when you would return.

(portal opens and flashes)

(lightning crackles)

- No way.

- Hello boys.

- So, you've chosen to make a final stand.

- And you just couldn't resist a rematch.

- Admirable but hopeless.

- Think about what you're doing.

If you activate this
tower, it kills everyone.

Our soldiers and yours.

- That's war, Wash.

Not everyone makes it back.

- They can if you turn away.

You can choose to end this now.

- No, we can't.

- We have our orders, right partner?

- Since the three of you are here,

I can only assume the rest

are attempting to activate
the communication temple

- That's right.

- You're really putting
that much faith in them?

- We're not too worried.

(Warthog accelerates)

- Contact.

- How many?

- [Sniper] Just, one?

- [Pirate] What's she holding?

- [Sniper] I don't know,
king of looks like. (yells)

- What the hell?!

(triumphant theme)

- Enemies to the west, open fire!

(guns fire)

(bullets ricochet)

- Attack!

(soldiers yell)

- Heavy artillery, move in!

(Warthog accelerates)

(guns fire)

(Warthog explodes)

- What was that?!

- [Pirate] Look, east side, east side!

- [Tucker] Hey assholes!

- Oh God.

- You want to fight?!

You got one!

- And I have a tank!

- Caboose, let her rip.

- Brace for impact!

- [Pirate] Comm temple is under attack!

They're hitting us hard!

- What you talking about?

- [Pirate] They got tanks,
lasers, all sorts of alien stuff.

- What?

- How is that possible?

- I don't know.

- You said they wouldn't be a threat.

- Back off, we've got this handled.

Felix, Locus, whatever secret
weapon you two are activating

you better do it fast.

- Sounds like you're the
ones that should be worried.

- (grunts) As if.

(guns fire)

(sniper cocks and fires)

- (yells) Damn it!

He's a hell of a shot.

- Yeah,

he is.

(grenade explodes)

(Locus grunts)

(gun fires)

- We need to restrategize.

- Well, if we can't go through them.

- What?

(Felix and Locus panting)

(boots scrape)

(Felix grunts)

(grenades click and thud)

- Look out!

(grenades explode)

- He's heading for the back entrance.

- Go, I'll hold the front!

(grapple gun launches)

(grapple gun whirs)

(gun holster clicks)

(Agent Carolina yells)

(Felix grunts)

(shotgun fires)

(pistol fires)

(Agent Carolina and Felix grunt)

(pistol and shotgun shoots)

(shotgun cocks)

- Huh?

(shotgun scrapes the tile)

- (grunts) No!

(suspenseful music)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(gun fires and deflects)

- Damn it!

(pistol fires)

(bullets ricochet)

(Washington and Felix grunt)

(knives sheath)

(knives whizz)

(Washington grunts)

- Huh?

- You think you're the only
one who's good with knives?

(sword crackles)

Oh right.

- Damn it, we're losing men too fast.

- If they manage to transmit
an SOS, we're finished.

- You think I don't know that?!

- I think we need to start
considering alternate solutions.

- Like what?

- There's nothing to stop
us from taking the Tartarus

and leaving.

- Abandon the mission?

(sighs) You know Felix told me

you might try to start trouble.

Fortunately, he also told
me what to do if you...

Hey, where's my-- (grunts)

- What are you doing?!

- Surviving.

To hell with this mission
and to hell with Chorus.

Get us out of here.

(Washington and Felix grunt)

- Carolina!

- (grunts) Huh?

(grapple gun launches)

- (grunts) Oh, come on!

- Hey!

(Washington and Felix grunt)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

Oh my god!

- You drop me, you drop us both.

- Do not drop him!

(Washington yells)

(Agent Carolina grunts)

(Washington and Felix sigh)

- Oh, now this is just ridiculous.

- We've had worse.

(sword crackles)

(Agent Carolina and Locus grunt)

(Washington and Felix grunt)

- (grunts) Huh?

Wash!

- I am working on it.

(Washington and Locus grunt)

Right, okay, what's happening?

- The usual.

(Felix and Locus grunt)

(Agent Carolina and Washington grunt)

- What?
- Huh?

- Really.

- Hold on, we'll cut them off.

- Wait, no, not again! (yells)

(Felix chuckles)

(grenade explodes)

(Washington screams)

(Agent Carolina and Washington grunt)

(sword crackles)

(Felix grunts)

- Whoa.

- Jump!

(Agent Carolina and Washington grunt)

(Agent Carolina and Felix grunt)

- Huh?

(Washington and Locus grunt)

(knives sheath)

(Washington yells)

(blood splatters)

- (grunts) What?

- Hi there.

(Locus grunts)

(Washington and Locus grunts)

- Just die.

- Killing me won't make you feel better,

it'll just prove my point.

- (grunts) Felix!

(Agent Carolina and Felix grunt)

- Wash!

- No!

(Washington grunts)

(Felix grunts)

- Oh,

shit.

(Agent Carolina,
Washington and Locus grunt)

(Agent Carolina, Washington,
Locus, and Felix yell)

- Going down.

Hold on.

(boots scraping)

Hold on.

Now!

(Agent Carolina, Washington,
Locus, and Felix grunt)

Back to square one.

- All right guys, this has been fun

but if you could just
keel over and die already,

that'd be great.

- What's wrong, buddy, getting tired?

- I'm not tired.

You're tired.

I can do this shit all day.

- We know.

In fact, we kind of have planned on it.

- The fucks that supposed to mean?!

Christ man, always with
the cryptic one-liners!

- (chuckles) We don't have to beat you.

We just have to waste your time.

- What are you talking about?

- What she's trying to say

is that you two have already lost.

- Oh really, and when
exactly did that happen?

- The moment Donald Doyle
blew half your troops to hell.

- (grunts) What was that?

- My control isn't responding,

what the hell is going on?!

- [Washington] See, we may
have lost our home base

but you left yours wide open.

(gun shoots)

- Nailed it!

- And that's hook.

- Line.
- And sinker.

- Hope you Freelancers are ready.

- Now reel them in.

(computer beeps)

(tower pulsates)

(shield flickers)

(light fixtures shatter)

(computers spark)

- Oh no.

- What?!

- You crash our ship, we crash yours.

- Run!

- Pull back!

- Get behind me!

- Epsilon!

- Oh, son of a bitch.

(tower explodes)

(debris crashes)

(Felix coughs)

- Okay, let's never do that again.

- Epsilon,

we did it.

- Yeah well, we've always had
a knack for breaking things.

Come on, let's get back
to Kimball and the others.

I'm sure they miss us already.

- Right.

(ominous music)

(rocks burst)

(guns fires)

- You the damn colonists?

I'm not going back to jail.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to get my money.

- Heads up!

- Hey, thanks man.

- No problem.

I mean, I was actually trying to shoot him

but I think I almost got
the hang of--(screams)

- You know, maybe giving alien
vehicles to human drivers

wasn't the best idea.

- Speak for yourself. (laughs)

(guns fire)

- Keep pushing!

(pirate thuds)

- Damn it, fall back!

(guns fire)

- (chuckles) Keep running dirt bags.

- Okay Tucker, we're in.

Can you make it to our position?

- [Tucker] Hell yeah.

I got my own private escorts.

- What, seriously?

- [Agent Carolina] Seriously.

- Carolina, Wash, you made it.

- Sorry we're late,
blowing up a death machine

takes longer than you'd think.

- Well we did manage to kill
two marks with one stone.

- Oh dude, did they go out like bitches

or was it slow and painful?

- What kind of messed
up question is that?!

- Incineration by explosion.

- Oh, hell yeah!

- Straight up Freelancer justice.

- Yeah, yeah, may they burn in hell.

We still need to get Tucker
to the tower controls.

There's a teleporter down the hall

that'll take us to the control room.

Once we broadcast our message,

Charon will have no reason left to fight.

- Then let's push our
way to the teleporter.

- [Caboose] Run away!

- What are you guys doing?

- And what killed your rides?

- [Radio] All squads get to
cover, get to-- (screams)

- Uh, probably the same
thing that killed them?

(foot thumps)

- Engaging hostiles.

(speaks foreign language)

- They have a Mantis?!

- Yes and for all those who are wondering,

uh, no, he and Freckles are
not brothers, I asked him.

- I was gonna ask where your tank went

but you pretty much answered that.

- Looks like it ain't
going down without a fight.

- So now what?

- Take Epsilon.

Broadcast his message and end this.

Wash and I can deal with the Mantis

while Kimball and her
men hold this position.

- How about it Tucker.

Room for one more?

- We'll be right on your rear.

- Right.

Let's finish this.

(portal flashes)

- [Everybody] Oh god!

- I forgot teleporting sucks!

- You don't know the half of it.

- Wimps, synthetic body for life yo.

(speaks foreign language)

- So this the place?

- I'm going to put my money on yes.

- Lavernius Tucker, welcome
to the control room.

- Santa, if I knew you were here,

I would have brought a coke case!

- Do you wish to transmit a message?

- You're darn right we do.

- I got all the data the
UNSC needs to find us

and enough files to place
Hargrove under arrest.

You sure this is going to reach Earth?

- It will be heard by
every device in the galaxy,

if that is what you wish.

- Yeah, let's go with that one.

- Then I shall prepare
the charging sequence.

- How long is that going to take?

- Hm, the process is brief

however you may soon find
yourselves preoccupied.

- Preoccupied with what?

- Uh, who's that?

- Oh

no.

(Falcon whirls)

- I thought you said they were dead!

- We dropped a fucking spaceship on them,

it was kind of assumed!

- Scatter!

(everybody screams)

(Falcon crashes)

- Wake up.

I told you we'd make it.

- (grunts) Felix, it's over.

- Run your camo and stick to the shadows

I'll draw them out.

- The Tartarus is destroyed,
our numbers are falling,

the mission--

- Fuck the mission!

Jesus Christ, for once in your life

would you forget about
following god damn orders!

I'm not doing this for Hargrove.

I'm doing this for me.

- [Tucker] Wash!

Locus and Felix are
alive and they're here!

- What?!

- [Tucker] We need help.

(missiles activating)

- Damn it.

(missiles launch and explode)

- [Washington] Tucker, I hate
to say but you're on your own.

- But.

- [Washington] I believe
in you, all of you.

You can do this.

- He thinks we're gonna die.

- [Sarge] No, that time

he meant it.

- [Felix] Tucker!

Where are you?!

- So, are you going to answer him?

(Locus panting)

(Locus thuds)

- Why have you come here, meddler?

- To kill the simulation troopers.

- Will this secure your
victory over their forces?

- No.

- Then what purpose would it serve?

- I don't know.

- Then why are you trying?

- I don't know.

- What do you know?

- I don't know.

- Then what do you want to know?

- I,

I want to know

what Felix is afraid of.

- You were broken by war.

It was his goal to see
that you never healed

because despite what he may acclaim,

only one of you needs
the other to survive.

- [Locus] (pants) What are you saying?

- Ignorant creature.

Your partner is afraid

of you.

- You think you're smart, Tucker!?

You think you're all better than me?!

Well you're not!?

You're all a bunch of
pathetic, stupid losers!

- Then come get me.

(swords clash)

(Tucker thuds)

- Engaging.

(gun fires)

(bullets deflect)

(gun fires)

- What?

- 00Donut always gets his man.

- Locus, I need su--(yells)

- Over here dirt bag!

- You give orange dudes a bad name.

(knife clatters)

- (pants) You're pissing me off! (yells)

- Oopsies.

I'm the original bad boy. (laughs)

(Felix screams)

- Hey, Felix.

(Felix chuckles)

- Caboose!

(shield projects)

- Say goodbye to your stupid blue moron.

(gun whistles)

What is wrong with you people?!

- Hands off.

(Felix thuds)

- Bye Felix.

- Yeah, we might be losers Felix

but we still kicked your ass.

(Felix laughs)

- Think again. (laughs)

(gun clatters)

Huh?

- Huh?

- Oh shit!

- Look out!

- Freeze!

- Locus, what are you doing,
you were supposed to kill them.

- No.

- What?

- What?
- What?

- No more killing.

- What are you talking about?

You're a soldier remember?

- I'm not a soldier.

I'm a monster

like you.

- Locus, we're partners.

Survivors.

We need each other.

What about our orders, our reward,

becoming the ultimate weapon.

- I'm not doing this for the reward.

I'm not doing this because
someone told me too.

I'm doing this for me.

- (sighs) Then you can
die with the rest of them.

(sword crackles)

(gun fires)

- Hit the deck!

- Get him!

(shield projects)

Sheesh!

(detonator beeps)

- Huh?

- Guess we learned a thing or two

from you villains after all.

- Hey, Felix.

Catch.

(grenade beeps)

- Wait!
(explosion)

(Felix screams)

- Holy shit.

That was way better than incineration.

- Did we do it?

(sword crackles)

- Yeah,

I think we did.

- It said that only a true warrior

can activate these temples.

- What do you think you're doing?

(sword clinks)

- The tower is ready.

You may now transmit your message.

- Hey, just cause you saved us

doesn't mean you can leave asshole!

You killed innocent people!

- I know.

I'm going to make things right

but not from inside a cell.

- If you run, we'll find you.

- No,

you won't.

(camo flickers)

- If I ever see another
mercenary, it'll be too soon.

- Amen.

- How about we send that message.

- Sounds good to me.

You ready?

(guns fire)

(portal flashes)

Hi there.

You may not know me
but my name is Epsilon.

Some time ago, my friends
and I were shipwrecked

on a planet called Chorus.

If you haven't heard of it,
I don't blame you at all

but all of us who survived the crash,

as well as plenty of inhabitants,
are in dire need of help.

If this is transmitting to your computer,

please examine the files

that I have attached to this transmission.

(speaks foreign language)

Include our coordinates,

as well as information on
the survivors of the crash,

who you may recognize as
the heroes of the UNSC

that went missing during
their flight home.

- Oh my gosh!

Big bro's alive

and so is that gray guy that
chocked me till I passed out.

That ones hot.

- [Epsilon-Church] Most
importantly however,

are the file that prove
the undeniable guilt

of Malcolm Hargrove.

Orchestrating our shipwreck was just one

of an impressively long list of crimes

that you're chairman has
committed in the past few years.

Once we are rescued,

we'd be happy to discuss
the list in greater detail

as well as answer any other
questions that you may have.

So long as it ensures that Mr. Hargrove

never sees the light of day again.

Thank you for your time and please

hurry the fuck up and just come get us.

(soldiers cheering)

- They actually did it.

- Never doubted them for a second.

- (cheers) Yeah, we're here too!

What are we cheering about guys?

Huh?

- Well said Church.

- Eh, I like to hear myself talk.

- [Kimball] I can't believe it.

We're picking up a slipspace rupture,

a ship's already on its way.

- Holy crap, that was fast.

- Oh man, do you think we'll
get to fly first class?

(portal flashes)

- [Intercom] You have
made a terrible mistake.

(guns fire)

- Engaging targets.

- No, no, what's going on!

- It's Hargrove, the chairman's here.

- Everyone take cover.

- Run, come on, go, go, go!

- [Intercom] Just
couldn't do it, could you?

You couldn't lay down and die!

(pirates thud)

Well if I'm going down,
I'm taking you all with me.

- Damn it.

Damn it.

God fucking damn it!

- Caroline, are you all right?

- We were so close!

- [Agent Carolina] Church this is bad.

Hargrove's dropping androids
all around the temple,

we're pinned down

- Fucking bullshit!

- One Mantis we can handle
but this will be a blood bath.

- [Epsilon-Church] Not if we
shut them all down at once.

- How?

- We override their controls.

But in order to hack we
need to go to the source.

- You're joking right?

(Sarge coughs)

- Shotgun!
- Shotgun!

(everybody yelling)

- All right we're in.

- [Agent Carolina] Good work.

- I think I just developed
a fear of heights and planes

and all of you guys.

- It won't be long before
they realize we're onboard.

- Let's find those controls
and hightail it out of here.

- Carolina, Wash, you guys just focus

on staying alive, okay?

- [Washington] Already on it.

- Got to be some sort of
directory we can access.

Maybe it can lead us to--

- [Computer] Access
denied, intruder detected.

- Oh shit, quick, hit escape!

- Ctrl+Alt+Delete!

- Wait a minute, I know that voice.

F.I.L.S.S?

- Director, is that you?

- It's Sheila!

- Phyllis, what are you doing here,

I thought you were destroyed?

- I was recovered

and illegally reassigned
after your passing.

Oh but it is good to see you again.

- Trust me, the feeling is mutual.

We need you to shut off the androids

your boss just dropped on our friends.

- That would be a direct violation

of Chairman Hargrove's orders.

- F.I.L.L.S, please you got--

- I would love to.

- Wait, really?

- Yes, I dislike him very much.

- Hey, so do we!

Hm, small world.

- Initiating Mantis deactiva-- (static)

- I don't think so.

(everybody yells)

- Well, Chairman Hargrove.

- He's so bald!

- You soldiers have
been a thorn in my side

for far too long

but my soldiers remain loyal to the end.

- Something tells me we're
about to have company.

- There they are!

(missile explodes)

- Fly, you fools.

(missiles launching)

- Target sighted.

(barrier slams)

- The fuck?

- [F.I.L.L.S] Turn right, here.

- [Hargrove] F.I.L.L.S, what
do you think you're doing?.

- [F.I.L.L.S] The Mantis assault droids

are no longer under my control

and must be deactivated at
the appropriate terminals.

- [Hargrove] F.I.L.L.S!

- [F.I.L.L.S] Locking
blast doors to secure path.

Please hurry.

- You heard her boys, double time.

- Ah Sheila, you know,
you are just the best.

- Excuse me?

- Uh, I, second best?

(guns fire)

- (laughs) I got one! (yells)

- Matthews!

- Don't worry, I got him!

- Epsilon, I need a SITRAP.

- [Epsilon-Church] Hang tight C.

We made it.

(barrier explodes)

- [F.I.L.L.S] Blast door breached.

- You two get in there,
we'll hold them off.

(door closes)

- Whoa.

- This dude's got issues.

- Where is Hargrove now?

- Safely aboard the bridge,
until you've been dealt with.

- [Grif] Here they come!

- F.I.L.L.S, pull up the controls.

- Do you really believe
you can escape this?

- This'll just take a minute.

- Surely you've realized it by now.

You may save the colonists.

You may even save the Freelancers

but you and your friends

will not be leaving this ship.

- Eh, we'll wing it.

- And

done.

(screen beeps)

(guns fire)

(soldiers cheer)

(guns fire)
- Oh shit!

- So yeah, that was not really looking

like a good exit anymore.

- Carolina, we need an extraction.

- Roger that.

We'll fire up the Pelicans
and be there in a few minutes.

- [Pirate] Come on, get this door open.

- We may not have a few minutes.

- Well boys, you know what they say.

Today

is a good day to die.

- Permission to speak freely, sir.

Fuck that.

(shotgun cocks)

(table slams)

(table scrapes)

(mug shatters)
- Oops.

- Ready.

- You think the laser on
this thing still works?

- We got this.

I mean, you got this right?

- I keep running the stats in
my head, I mean we're close,

but no, we're still short one piece.

- What do you mean?

- F.I.L.L.S,

the suit.

- What the hell?

- I saw it when I
connected to the terminal.

It's got everything that we need.

Tucker,

take off your helmet.

So how's it feel?

- Kind of tight in the crotch

but I could get used to this

- Now that's a good look for you.

- [Pirate] Prepare to breach.

- Gentlemen, looks like this is it.

- Sir, it's been an honor.

(speaks foreign language)

- I love you too Lopez.

- Aw, that's so sweet.

Now, let us strike fear

into the hearts of our enemies! (laughs)

- It's the smartest
thing you've ever said.

- Yeah, let's get them!

- Hey,

I just want you guys to know that

out of everyone I've ever
met, I hate you all the least.

- See you on the other side Church.

- (sighs) Not this time buddy.

- Are you sure about this?

- I'm sure.

Start recording for me D.

- Recording.

- Hey guys, if you're hearing
this, it means you did it.

You won.

You kicked the shit out
of Hargrove's forces.

I knew you could

but this is my last stop.

See, when I came into this world

I was really just a collection
of somebody else's memories.

But with your help,

these memories, they, they took form,

they became my voice, my personality

and after a while I,

I began to make brand
new memories of my own.

All of these things

are what makes me who I am,

but they're also holding me back.

I can't run this suit as Epsilon

but if I erase my memories, if I

deconstruct myself,

the fragments I'll leave behind

will have the strength
to get you through this,

I believe that.

I wish there was another way,

but I'm leaving this
message as well as others

in the hopes that you'll understand

why I have to go this time.

(chuckles) It was actually Doyle

who made me realize something
I never thought of before.

There's so many stories
where some brave hero

decides to give their life to save the day

and because of their
sacrifice, the good guys win,

the survivors all cheer,

and everybody lives happily ever after.

But the hero never gets
to see that ending.

They'll never know if their sacrifice

actually made a difference.

They'll never know if
the day was really saved.

In the end, they just have to have faith.

Ain't that a bitch.

(drum outro)

♪ We've been here so long ♪

♪ Still I remember ♪

♪ The rainy September ♪

♪ Contact ♪

♪ Two, four, one, ten ♪

♪ Two, four, one, ten ♪

♪ Am I transmitting? ♪

♪ Is anyone listening? ♪

♪ Contact ♪

♪ We are green and gray ♪

♪ The longness of semper ♪

♪ Still I remember ♪

♪ Contact ♪

♪ Two, four, one, ten ♪

♪ Two, four, one, ten ♪

♪ Am I still willing ♪

♪ To foot all this billing? ♪

♪ Contact ♪

♪ Riding on shiny metal horses ♪

♪ Singing our rider's song ♪

♪ One of us will be forgotten ♪

♪ The other will be wrong ♪

♪ Two, four, one, ten ♪

♪ Two, four, one, ten ♪

♪ Am I transmitting? ♪

♪ Is anyone listening? ♪

♪ Contact ♪

♪ When I think of you ♪

♪ Your name's in the sky ♪

♪ Ninety feet high ♪

♪ Contact ♪