[♪♪]
[water bubbling]
Oh, Jesus!
[gun firing]
- Where the fuck have you been? - Did they see you?
Of course they didn't fucking see me.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm hungry. Tired.
- You look like shit. - These fucking things.
[Sniffs]
Okay, we have to go.
[engine rewing]
Alright, go.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[birds chirping]
[Capper screaming]
[screaming]
Karlsson, for fuck's sake, hurry up!
Hurry up, Karlsson!
Give me that fucking needle. Aah!
Oh, fuck!
Go on.
[grunts]
- Nearly there, nearly there. - Come on. Hurry up!
It's Capper.
Gonna get you some painkillers in a second.
- Shut your whining. - Come on, please.
- Who are these people? - Come on.
What the fuck are they doing here?
[screaming]
CAPPER: Oh.
How many did you see, Reeves?
I just heard them. Arou..
Around 20, maybe more.
Sounded like an armored vehicle, too.
Alright, so in short, we don't want to run into
those fuckers again, eh?
- Ahh. - How's he doing?
I'm no expert, looks like he hurt his leg.
Oh, please, hurry up.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
REEVES: What did you see, Capper?
Fuck you. Your fucking ma.
My money's on the fact that Evans left his brain
in that forest, and it was friendly fire.
- Oh, come on. Ah.. - For fuck's sake!
Oh. Argh. Fuck.
Come on.
[screaming]
Oh, fuck.
Think they're going to follow us?
I think so. I reckon they're heading north.
Oh, well. Either way, we can't stay here.
- Karlsson? - We can't move him far.
[screaming]
- Oh, that's fucked. - MAN: Stick him.
[Capper groaning]
MAN: Fuck's sake.
[groaning]
- WOMAN: Okay. - Take your fucking medicine.
[grunting]
Aah.
Oh.
Fuck it.
Fuck it! Ah, man of the moment, Evans.
Take a knee, son.
Alright, before you get your head blown off
did you find anything?
Evans, did you find transport?
Evans? Did you find anything?
Jeep, unlocked,
- some building south. - Great!
Karlsson, Gantz, you've got what's left of Mr. Capper.
Reeves, you're on point, Evans, you're our tail gunner.
Go on, take up the rear. Up. Okay.
- Right. - I always get the shit jobs.
- Reeves, on point now. Go. - Are you alright, mate?
No, it's my fault.
I froze. I fucked it. I could hear them, and I fucked it.
Shut up, Evans, get a fucking shift on.
It's my fault.
Are you ready? Move. Quiet.
[panting]
God.
Fuck.
[intense music]
[music continues]
Reeves, what do you see?
It looks like an old farm.
- Any sign of movement? - It looks pretty deserted.
Fuck this gung-ho shit. What do you reckon?
We've got the cargo, we wait for Reeves
to give us the all-clear.
I found a Jeep.
Reeves? Reeves?
Yeah, I can hear a genny.
- Evans, let's get Capper up. - I cannot go there.
Evans, you've not had
the best start to this operation.
Let's not fuck it up anymore.
Now, suck it in, remember your training, and get on with it.
[machine whirring]
[music continues]
Well?
He's getting sick, boss.
[coughs]
For fuck's sake.
Right, we'll take that sign of Reeves as the all-clear.
Gantz? Off you go.
- You, up, up. - Karlsson, help Evans. Go!
Up. Move. Move.
[panting]
Reeves, you fucking rookie.
I remember my first drink, Reeves.
Wait.
Move. Move.
Get over here, against the wall.
Not as fit as you used to be, huh?
I'm fine.
Let me have a little look. No, no, I'm fine.
Let me.
[dramatic music]
Do not move.
Evans, stick Capper on the back of the Jeep, eh?
Okay, okay, okay..
Karlsson, any day you're ready.
Don't touch, I'm fine.
- Have you any water? - Yeah, do you not?
- No. I'm out. - You drunk it already?
[Sniffs]
Yeah. Here.
Secure the area, Mr. Gantz. When you're ready, Karlsson.
Yo, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. That's rationed.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Karlsson?
Karlsson, fucking hurry up, please.
Evans, now you've stuck him in the back
go and try and start the thing.
Give me another fuckin' jab
'cause it's startin' to wear off.
Do I have to tell you everything?
I'm gonna give you one more. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry. Please.
[intense music]
[music continues]
[groaning]
[music continues]
[door closing]
Come on, Evans.
[music continues]
[Evans screams]
[screaming]
Alright, mate, alright. Alright, alright.
- Karlsson, quieten him down. - No!
Okay. Move over, quick.
Look at.. Look at me, you're okay. Look at me. You're okay.
- No. - Calm down, you're okay.
- It's fuck.. - You're okay.
Come in, Smith.
Go for Smith.
This fucking warehouse is full of bodies.
- What? - I think it's D group.
- SMITH: How many? - I don't know.
- I can't tell. - SMITH: Understood.
Check them for dog tags, any identifying marks.
Evans, look at me, look at me.
Let me have a look.
There you are now, now, you're grand, you're grand.
Look at me, look at me. Look at me.
Come on, get it together. Look at me.
[coughing]
Jesus.
[groans]
Stay there.
- It's not good. - Oh, really, Mr. Gantz?
Your subject the bleedin' obvious, is it?
Right, this is what we're gonna do.
Karlsson, you're gonna hold Mr. Evans' hand
until he returns to the land of the living.
Reeves, you're going to keep your stomach contents intact
for the next five minutes, grow a pair of clackers
and accompany Mr. Gantz to find another way
out of this shit sty.
Now move it!
Good man, good man, I'm gonna give you an injection
you're gonna calm down.
Karlsson, shut him up.
- There you are. - SMITH: Jesus Christ.
I'd be better with a platoon of monkeys!
Yeah, come here, look at me. Keep it breathing.
Keep it calm.
[flies buzzing]
[Sniffs]
Looks like D team.
How can you tell?
Smith used to run a P&C out of Fallujah.
Used to call these dickheads the ZZ Top Brigade.
These lads were at the top of the game.
They did jobs in the circuit for years.
All mercs.
Careful how you use that word now, Mr. Reeves.
Well, we're hardly soldiers of fortune, are we?
I'd recognize these wankers even without their heads.
Two hostages.
You can fucking count.
Smith should have known they were here
at the same time as us.
Don't make any fucking sense.
[flies buzzing]
Why do they always cut their fuckin' heads off'?
Maybe they don't like feet.
Fucking hell.
[music on radio]
[whistles]
There's someone.
Leave it, leave it, leave it.
[song on speaker]
♪ Isn't life wonderful mmm mmm ♪
♪ Isn't it fun to be under the sun.. ♪
Oi. You alright, love?
Do you speak English?
- Is she armed? - Show us your arms, love.
REEVES: You ever seen anything like this?
No. She's fucking brainwashed or something.
- Do you speak English? - Alright, she's moving.
Nice and easy, love.
♪ Maybe we can explain this mid-summer magic.. ♪
Okay, Reeves.
♪ All seems right with the.. ♪
[music stops]
[crying]
Oi!
[screaming]
- Grab her. - Shut up!
Karlsson!
- Fucking get Karlsson in here. - Karlsson!
[crows sawing]
[Sniffs]
God. You know, I'm losing her again.
She was definitely conscious when you found her, yeah?
- Yeah. - KARLSSON: Okay.
- Come in, Smith. - Go for Smith.
Oh, yeah, we got a gung here.
SMITH: What?
It looks like she's been poisoned.
[screaming]
Put your gun down. Please, hold her down.
Don't cry, don't cry. You're okay. That's it. Hold her.
- I got it. - Okay.
- Yeah, I got it. - Yeah.
Yeah, it's impossible to tell how
without getting her to a hospital.
- Is she gonna live? - The chances are yes, but..
The girl comes with us. Move.
You gotta be kidding. Fuck.
[instrumental music]
Okay, come on.
[knocking]
[mumbling indistinctly]
[music continues]
How's she doing?
[gunshot]
We've got company!
Raise your fucking weapon, Evans!
I think we should probably go, don't you?
What about Capper?
He's sedated. We can't fucking carry him.
We can't just fuckin' leave him.
Well, he'll seem dead like the rest of them.
- It's the best chance he has. - It's the only chance he has.
Reeves, bring the girl now!
- Fuckers. - Come on.
[screaming, gunshots]
[music continues]
This is fucking ridiculous.
[gunshots continue]
Where the fuck is Evans?
[gunshots continue]
Karlsson?
- Fucking move! - Smith, Reeves?
Come on!
Karlsson.
[music continues]
Argh. Don't leave me in here.
- Come on, move. - CAPPER: Where are you going?
Evans, get a fucking move on.
Reeves!
Come on.
[knocking]
CAPPER: Evans.
- Evans! - Come on, mate.
CAPPER: Evans.
Come on!
[music continues]
What am I doin'?
Smith!
[panting]
Evans!
- Come on. - Come here.
Reeves!
- He's goin' back! - Come on, mate.
- We'll have to go. - Come on.
- Come on! - Fucking come on.
- Come on. Come on. - I'm okay. I'm okay.
CAPPER: Why have you fucking left me in here?
[instrumental music]
[panting]
Fuck.
[panting]
- Have you any water? - Look after your fucking self.
What the hell happened to Evans?
There's fuck all wrong with Evans.
We could have kept this team together.
Stay together, we stay safe, you stay alive.
Fucking rookie cunt.
Fucking left me. Don't leave me in here.
[thud]
[groaning]
[indistinct noises]
[gunshot]
Ah, gentlemen, glad you could join us.
So, what happened back there was a massive fuck-up.
- No more, eh? - We'll never outrun them.
We need to leave somebody behind.
You volunteering yourselves?
They're gung' us down
and these bastards brought us here in the first place.
Stop this.
To be clear, anyone harms the cargo
I put a bullet in them.
They're fuckin' animals.
They're our paycheck, Mr. Gantz.
Come on, we got to stick together.
We need to find shelter. Quickly.
Come on, up-up!
Reeves, give us a hand here, will you?
Okay.-
Move. Move!
Why did Evans even turn back?
I don't know. I don't know.
She's not fuckin' part of the mission.
Keep up.
We gotta find shelter.
It's going to be dark soon.
Oh, it's killing me.
Reeves, there's some sort of armored vehicle up ahead.
Go and recce it, now.
OVER RADIO: Okay. Roger that.
[intense music]
Stay quiet.
Yeah, looks abandoned.
[music continues]
- SMITH: Reeves? Yeah, looks clear.
Okay. Reeves has given us the all-clear.
We're gonna advance on the vehicle.
Gantz, you're our tail-end Charlie, look after our rear.
Karlsson, bring the girl. Go, up.
Move. Move.
[music continues]
[panting]
Three, two, one.
[grunts]
Oh, Christ.
Anything?
What's happening, Gantz?
GANTZ: I need some fucking support.
[music continues]
Enemy in sight!
We need to get into this Bulldog now.
There's only room for six.
Well, choose one. What?
Make the choice so we can close the fuckin' hatch!
Is she going to make it?
No, I need to work on her now.
The girl stays, wrong choice.
Karlsson, get that girl in the van now. Help her.
Fuck.
[grunting]
[music continues]
Gantz. Come on.
[groans]
[screaming]
Come here, you dirty fucking bastard.
I'm gonna look into your fucking eyes when you die!
[grunting]
[screams]
GANTZ: Fucking bitch. Argh. Fuck!
Aah!
[gunshot]
[music continues]
No. Go and get what's left of the cargo.
- Fucking joking. - No.
[grunting]
Fuck!
Well, get in. Get in. Close the hatch.
Close it.
For fuck's sake.
I left my fucking rifle out there.
Never kill the fucking cargo.
They were trying to fucking kill us!
What, with both hands tied?
Two starving hostages, Jesus Christ.
You probably killed this one as well, Gantz.
- Something's fucking wrong. - Face no work.
Right, we got enemy, we got enemy approaching.
I could only see one of them.
SMITH: No, they've got round the side.
They would have approached the APC
they wouldn't have approached it.
I can't see fuck.
[intense music]
Do you think it will last for half an hour?
Karlsson, once you've sorted her out, have a look at Gantz.
See if you can stop that bleeding.
Give him something for the pain. Get him to shut up.
- Suck it in just now, Gantz. - Oh.
It'll get to you in a minute.
- Okay. - Fuck.
[panting]
- How's she doing? - Yeah, she's fine, she's okay.
[sighs]
- Fucking hurry up, Karlsson. - You'll be fine, Gantz.
It's just a little flesh wound.
[panting]
Fuck's sake, Karlsson, just fucking stick me...
REEVES: Shut the fuck up, Gantz.
[Gantz groaning]
It's a flesh wound, it's fine.
[groaning]
Stop moaning.
Can we get to drive this component?
It's jammed solid.
Get the fucking animal away from me.
What, the one you pair didn't manage to kill?
[thud]
Shh.
[thuds]
- Taking fire. - Quiet.
Okay, they're here, they're fucking here.
- Where's it coming from? - Oh, shit.
They're checking for weak spots.
They won't find any.
These Bulldogs are built to last.
Okay, they're here. They're here.
[metallic clanking]
Right! Shit.
Hold it. For fuck's sake.
[breathing heavily]
They're fucking everywhere.
We're fucking surrounded.
- Fucking door.. - Hold on!
Fuck!
[grunting]
Jam it.
Hold it. Fucking hold it.
- The fucking thing's opening. - Karlsson, go to the left.
[grunting]
- Fuck. - Kick it!
Yeah.
[Reeves grunting]
Fuck. Fuck.
[panting]
For fuck's sake.
- They're not gonna get in. - KARLSSON: Okay.
The door's jammed.
Are you saying we're fucking stuck in here?
Do you really want to go out there again, Mr. Gantz?
That will be your second wise move of the day.
[panting]
Fuck.
[intense music]
Here, get his hood off. Give him a little bit of air.
Here, I'll do it.
You are fucking kidding me.
Fuck's sake.
Well, you put us in here.
What now?
Well, as it looks like for the first time in 24 hours
no one's trying to kill us
I suggest we use this time wisely.
Get some shut-eye.
Don't know when we're gonna get the chance again.
That's a good idea.
Oh, I won't be able to fucking sleep.
You got something to help, Karlsson?
- Yeah, here. - Right.
Here you are.
- Take one of those. - Thank you.
[sighs]
[Sniffs]
[crying]
[intense music]
[thud]
[intense music]
[screaming]
[flies buzzing]
[sighs]
[buzzing]
[breathing heavily]
What's that smell?
[Sniffs]
Well, whole place is surrounded by death.
You'll soon get used to it.
- What are you writing? Just notes.
Wouldn't want to forget any of this, would we?
[grunts]
Anything?
No.
Oh, well. We'll just let them sleep for now.
They'll soon be awake.
Oh, fuck.
Oh.
Aah.
Oh, God.
I need water.
SMITH: Haven't got much to go round.
[handle knocking]
[grunting]
The door's still jammed.
Well, it would appear for the moment
that we're trapped inside here, but at least we're alive.
Aye.
For how long?
KARLSSON: We're out in the open here.
We're like a fucking turd on a billiard table.
Well, any chance of getting this thing moving, Mr. Gantz, hmm?
Last time I looked, the business end was that way.
[grunts]
- She should stay back there. - Yeah.
Keep out the road.
[metallic banging]
Yeah, I think there's enough room to squeeze through
if I pass the remaining boxes back, huh?
I don't think so.
Price tag's mine on this one, rookie.
[intense music]
There's a dead body back here.
Fuck.
You're not fucking helping.
Argh.
[grunts]
Aah.
Get your foot out of the fucking way, you fat cunt.
[grunts]
[screams]
[grunts]
Fucking move, you fuck!
[Sniffs]
Gantz?
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
Aah!
Mate, can you hear me?
The hatch is welded shut.
Can't fucking budge it.
Come on, you iron piece of shit.
Gantz, how's it looking?
Fuck off, Reeves.
It's dead.
Fucking lifeless..
Gantz, we need to keep trying.
Fix it if you shut the fuck up.
And get out of this fucking tin can.
[Gantz grunts]
Fuck!
[breathing heavily]
Fuck!
[intense music]
[grunts]
Aah!
REEVES: How's it looking?
Engine's been immobilized somehow.
And the tools we need to fix it
are in the access hatch on the outside of the tank.
We can remove some of the access panels
in the driver's compartment and reach into the engine
from the inside.
But we need a toolkit to remove the oil rivets first.
Any fucking ideas?
[intense music]
Oh, fuck.
Think I got something here.
Fuck is that?
[intense music]
Careful, Mr. Gantz.
"Kratos?"
What is this?
"Kratos." Don't know.
- Let me see. - Yep.
Strength and power.
What?
It's ancient Greek.
What the fuck is she talking about?
Let her speak.
In ancient Greek, Kratos is strength and power.
I was a teacher.
Kratos was the guardian of Zeus, God of Gods
and him and his brothers would wage war
at anyone who opposed them.
And what's it doing in here?
This is bullshit. And she's fucking crazy.
- Let me out now. - No, no, no.
KARLSSON: Gantz, Gantz, Gantz..
Gantz, fucking what are you doing, man?
- Relax. - KARLSSON: Sit down, sit..
Sit down. Sit down. Sit down. Sit down. Okay?
- Are you okay, huh? - No.
- Let me see. - I need to take a shit.
Fuck.
Let's concentrate on getting out of here.
As quickly as possible.
Here, I'll put it back.
Well, let's search for more.
Not much left on this side.
I got a toolkit here.
Keys to the kingdom, eh?
That might just do it.
[screams]
You sedate her, yeah?
- Sedate her. - No!
Will you fucking sedate her?
- It's okay. - It's alright.
[screams]
Fucking hurry up.
You're okay, sweetie. Keep it..
You 're okay, sweetie.
Will you fucking hurry up, yeah?
[screams]
- Okay? - Let's get your arm.
[crying]
There. There you are. There you are.
Okay?
Okay.-
Alright.
Let's get her up.
Ah. Fuck it.
Right, everyone get some rest.
We'll start again in the morning.
GANTZ: Agreed.
[sighs]
[crying]
No, I'm alright.
[Clank]
Here.
Thank you.
Yup.
[Clank]
[sighs]
[intense music]
[crying]
Ra..
Why are you always writing in a book?
What is that?
You're writing a story to read to us all.
You give me that book back.
- Smith.. - You give me back that book!
[screams]
[intense music]
[breathing heavily]
Are you alright?
Here, take this.
You need to keep warm.
You're just a mercenary, aren't you?
It's not like that.
I wouldn't trust a single one of you
and it is like that. It's exactly like that.
Well, consider it a blessing.
You'd be dead otherwise.
I can see that you know something's not right here.
There's a lot of things not right with this place.
I can't remember anything.
That's weird.
How long you been a teacher?
- What? - How long?
Why does that matter?
- Why were you taken? - I don't know.
What is going on?
- What are you doing here? - Why are you here?
Doing a job. I know that you're a liar.
You don't know anything about me.
What have you done?
- Are you a terrorist? - Come on.
Why are you wearing an orange suit?
I don't know.
Go to sleep.
[heavy breathing]
[thud]
[knocking]
They're attacking us. They're attacking us again.
[alarm blaring]
- What is that? - Shh.
- Ah. Gantz. - Turn it off, turn it off.
- What is it? - Shut up.
You see it? You see it?
It can't be, it can't be. It can't.
What the fuck are you writing?
Just... leave it.
Why are you always writing in a book?
What is going on?
What is that?
SMITH: Just leave it.
You're writing a story to read to us all.
You give me that book back.
You give me back that book.
You give me back that fucking book.
Aah!
[grunts]
- Gantz. - Fuck!
Gantz.
Aah.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You don't understand.
You don't understand!
Fuck.
[intense music]
[grunts]
Gantz, you alright?
Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd crack on.
[music continues]
Ah!
What is that?
There's fucking orange shit everywhere.
Fuck.
Gantz, what's the story with the engine?
Can't reach it.
- You just keep going, alright? - It's fucking hopeless.
[grunts]
Fuck.
[instrumental music]
Fuck this.
[squishing sounds]
Ah! Ah!
Can't breathe.
[growls]
[screams]
Gantz?
Oh.
REEVES: Gantz, are you alright?
- Oh. - Gantz!
- Oh. - Gantz, what's happening?
Fuck.
Gantz, I'm coming in.
[screams]
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck. Gantz?
Aah!
- Let go of the knife. - I can't!
Let go of the knife. Come on. Come on.
It's alright. Okay?
I'm here, it's alright.
- What do you say to me? - S... sorry.
- SOrry? - Sorry.
- Alright. - I can't fix it.
I can't fix it.
It's okay.
- I'm not going back in there. - Why?
I'm not going back in there.
[intense music]
Okay. I've given him a sedative.
It's gonna slow his heart rate down, keep him calm.
- What's happened to him? - I don't know.
Looks like he's ingested something.
- REEVES: ingested what? - I don't know.
But something isn't right here.
Yeah, right, this is what's gonna happen.
You're gonna wrap it.
You, Reeves, get up the front.
Figure out what happened to Gantz
and get this fucking shit heap started. Now!
Get on with it!
Watch his head.
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
[coughing]
[music continues]
[grunts]
Ah. Okay.
Okay.-
[music continues]
Oh. Come on!
KARLSSON: What the fuck is this?
Smith, look. Look, look. Look.
So fucking what?
Oh, come on.
Oh, my God.
[sighs]
[coughs]
Evans.
How the fuck can it be Evans?
What the fuck is this? Smith?
Oh, Karlsson, is the fucking record stuck or something?
I don't know.
Just get on with it, do your job
and try and find something useful.
They've got my file. Oh, my fucking God.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
There's medical reports here.
They've got tests on us.
There's been experiments.
It says deceased on it.
- What the fuck is this, Smith? - I don't know.
What the fuck is going on?
I've never seen anything like this before, alright?
I don't know.
[intense music]
Smith? There's your fucking file.
Fuck off.
What the fuck is this?
Fuck.
[grunts]
KARLSSON: Smith, what the fuck is going on?
- This is impossible. - Well?
I knew there'd be casualties.
I didn't think"
They're our files, Karlsson.
They're our fucking files!
What the fuck is this?
♪ 'Twas a morning in July ♪
♪ I was walking to Tipperary ♪
♪ When I heard a battle cry ♪
♪ From a mountain overhead ♪
♪ As I looked up to the sky ♪
♪ I saw an Irish soldier laddie ♪
♪ And he looked at me quite fearlessly and said ♪
♪ Oh will ye stand in the band like a true Irishman ♪
♪ And go and fight the forces of the crown? ♪
It's Ca.. It's Capper.
♪ Will ye march with O'Neill ♪
♪ To an Irish battlefield? ♪
♪ For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town ♪
Capper. How is everybody in there?
How ya doin'? Huh?
Capper? You're alive!
Yeah, man, I'm very much alive.
Where have you been?
More alive than I've ever been in my motherfucking life.
Capper the door's jammed, we're trapped.
You've got yourself a little bit of a predicament then
I would say.
Hold her, Smith.
- Fucking hold her! - Oh, fuck her.
Fuck you!
Oh! Come on.
[grunts]
Just help us get the door open.
Why the fuck do I want to let you.. What you..
You wouldn't be happy out here. You wouldn't be happy out here.
You wouldn't know what to do with all this freedom.
You got each other. I don't.
- I'm all out here on my own. - Please, Capper.
You should have fucking thought about that
before you left me there. You left me to die.
Th... there wasn't enough time, mate.
There's never enough time, my friend.
But you have enough time now though
in the belly of that Bulldog.
We had to run.
- Oh, you had to run? - What?
- Why did you fucking run? - Why was I running?
Can you remember why you ran? I don't think so.
We were, we were run.. We were running from..
You ran and you didn't know why you ran.
Do you want me to jog your memory?
Okay. Oh, Jeez.
Come on, will you fucking help me?
Oh, fuck. Okay.
There you are, there you are.
Okay.-
[sighs]
♪ It's been so lonely without you ♪
♪ You're my little baby" ♪
Oh, Ca..
You fucking left her, too.
But I went back.
Why couldn't you carry me?
Why couldn't you fucking carry me?
Capper, what have you done?
[laughs]
Yeah.
Fear.
Fear makes a man run, Reeves.
- Fear. - Oh, Capper.
♪ You can run but you can't hide baby ♪
♪ Old Capper's gonna find you ♪
[panting]
Okay. We've got her for the moment.
We need to get these two to a hospital, okay?
[sighs]
Ah!
We need to get out of here.
Smith!
♪ It was a morning in July ♪
♪ I was walking to Tipperary ♪
♪ When I heard a battle cry ♪
♪ From the mountains overhead ♪
♪ As I looked up to the sky ♪
♪ I saw an Irish soldier laddie ♪
- Capper. - Capper?
♪ Fearlessly and said ♪
Capper?
♪ Band like a true Irish.. ♪
Jesus Christ.
♪ Forces of the crown ♪
♪ Or will ye march with O'Neill ♪
♪ To an Irish battlefield ♪
♪ For tonight we're gonna free old Wexford town ♪
Capper?
[laughs]
Capper? We're fucking stuck in here.
Why don't you fucking spoon each other
you dirty little sardines.
SMITH: Capper?
Is that you, Smithie?
Capper!
[laughs]
Capper!
Oh, Smith, mon capitaine.
[knocking]
Huh?
Listen to me. This isn't a game.
[laughs]
You let us out of here, nothing will happen to you.
Capper?
[laughs]
No harm will come to you, Capper.
Yeah, fuck you, Smith.
Don't you fuck with me.
[laughs]
Hey, Smithie boy, you know better than anybody
how this game ends.
You worked it all out, haven't you, Smith?
[knocking]
You writing it all down in your little notebook?
You still got your notebook, Smith?
Fucking Capper.
Write it all down.
Watchin' everybody.
Making little notes in your notebook, man...
Yes. Fuck you, Capper!
- Yeah, fuck you too. - Fuck you!
Fucking lot of youse.
I ain't opening no fucking door.
Come on.
What about you, Karlsson?
My little sister of mercy.
Florence fucking Nightingale.
Little Dr. Death.
Fuck.
You just fucking drugged me and left me for dead.
I was only wounded, and you left me!
Shoe's on the other foot now, sister.
[grunts]
Riddle me this, Karlsson?
Have you worked out yet what you' re 'gagging them with'?
Uh-huh.
Have you worked that one out yet, sweetheart?
Fucking Florence Nightingale, my hole.
Fucking vinegar tits, hard like a swinging brick.
I was just fucking wounded!
Where were youse then?
Where the fuck were you then?
Fuck you, Capper!
Fuck you!
It wasn't meant to be this way!
- What wasn't? - Fuck.
What the fuck are you talking about?
What wasn't fucking meant to be this way?
Capper!
Let us out!
Just fucking wounded and you left me for dead.
And you want me to let you out?
Fuck you and your nylon underwear.
You're staying in there.
What wasn't meant to be like this?
Capper!
Smith, what the fuck is going on?
[sighs]
Look at me.
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
God.
[engine rewing]
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Ooh, Reeves, it sounds like you're in charge now.
What was not supposed to fucking be like this?
[screams]
[alarm blaring]
Ooh.
[engine rewing]
Come on then.
[screaming]
[gun clicks empty]
[screaming]
And now, a word from our sponsors.
[laughs]
Capper.
We thought this thing wasn't gonna work.
Oh, baby, it works, all right.
[chuckling]
[grunts]
Up yours. Stuck in a fucking tank.
Capper.
[instrumental music]
[engine rewing]
[music continues]
Oi, oi.
[laughs]
Aah!
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[gunshots]
[panting]
♪ Da da da da da la da da da da ♪
Come on. Hey, hey.
Des toros, des toros.
Des toros.
Come here.
Faster. Faster!
Toro! Toro!
[laughs]
[breathing heavily]
[screams]
You're gonna die, Capper.
Hey.
Oi. Toro.
Come on, son.
Capper!
Reeves, come on!
Why are you runnin' off, you big fuckin' fanny?
[instrumental music]
[crying]
I'm here!
I'm waiting!
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
[groans]
Come on.
That's it, son, turn around, come to daddy.
- You're mine, Capper! - Here we go.
[instrumental music]
[crying]
[music continues]
Toro.
[screams]
[whistles]
Aah!
Fuck you, Capper!
Fuck you, Reeves.
Come here, Capper.
You nearly got me where you want me, son.
[crying]
I can't run anymore.
Where is it?
[laughs]
Come on, you big fuck.
Hey, Reeves.
You got me where you want me, baby.
I'm lying on my back for ya.
I couldn't make it more fucking easy for ya.
That's it, Capper.
I'm all yours. Come on, take me, you big metal bitch.
[screams]
[laughs]
[crunching]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
[screams]
[intense music]
Thank you.
Well?
A survivor.
It worked.
Good.
Get me, get me, get me out.
Neutralize him.
Fuck, get me, get me out of here.
Get me out of here!
[instrumental music]
Oh, please. Please.
[music continues]
No!
[coughing]
[gun firing]
[intense music]
MAN ON PA: Attention, all staff.
Please clear test zones
and return to your work station.
The experiment is about to begin.
[gun firing]
[instrumental music]
[panting]
[instrumental music]