(silence)
(light music) (wine bubbling)
(glasses clinking)
(dramatic music)
(static buzzing)
(robots whirring)
[Woman] Sequence I-5 completed.
Now commencing batch assembly.
Iranian media has dubbed it the Horror of Hamadan.
The first of its kind.
Droid infantry units deployed in Iran were used in warfare.
The Mexican government is imploring the US for aid,
as it is ill-prepared to face cartel brutality in Juarez.
The agency has a policy that is actually putting
robotic weapons into the cartel's hands.
You are intentionally letting the weapons go to Mexico?
[Man] Yes, ma'am.
(robots whirring)
Speculation rises as rumors unfold
of Gearside International's involvement in Juarez.
Specifically, they entail the illicit sale
of military-grade droids on the black market.
Mr. Fox?
Did you sell your droids to the cartel?
Is Gearside responsible for the bloodshed?
[Woman] Xavier Unit 62894
Completed.
(cartel members speaking foreign language)
(tense music)
(alarm buzzing) (gate creaking)
(Carson laughing)
Okay.
Ah.
You got a smoke?
Shut up and sit still.
All right, how about some caffeine?
'Cause I got a headache like you wouldn't believe.
(Carson groaning)
Okay.
How about some morphine?
But not a lot, you know, just enough to kill a horse,
or two.
(Carson groaning)
Shut up, sit still, and close your mouth.
Isn't this an unfortunate sight?
This is no place for a true Marine.
How about your sister?
See, I've read somewhere that orgasms
are amazing for migraines.
(military police officer groaning)
Yeah, that wasn't a good idea.
I'm not up for review, so what the hell is this?
Movie night?
Gunny, recover yourself.
You're dismissed.
(groaning)
You're right.
Reviews, non-existent.
No more retrials.
You'll keep rotting like you've been.
Buried deep down in nothing but darkness.
It's sad, but you're what we call
a casualty of circumstance, an acceptable loss.
Hm, is that what it's called?
And all this time, I thought I'd just been fucked over.
It is what it is.
The world needed a villain,
and you just happened to oblige.
Okay.
(sniffs)
What do you want, general?
Look, I'm not here to bullshit with you, son.
Nor reminisce over failed missions.
I'm here to extend you an opportunity, to make things right.
By us...
And by them.
It's not too late.
One last mission.
No more darkness, you get your life back.
Yeah.
You can't give a dead man his life back.
I'll pass.
They're better off without me.
It's a simple job.
In and out.
Retrieve the asset, and go home to your family.
If it's so simple, then why does it have to be me?
Seven years ago,
Project Chariot was supposed to save lives in combat.
But it didn't.
You were there.
So was this man.
Estevan Flores, lead engineer and scientist
on the Chariot Project.
He's resurfaced.
And intel reveals that he's been working for Gearside.
Gearside?
Flores' landing spot after Chariot.
Medical, commercial, and weaponized robotics,
the latter of which is now defunct.
No more droids in warfare.
New Persian AT treaty, ratified by all countries.
So Estevan is the asset?
[Beck] Affirmative.
That's fine, but I,
I still don't see why it has to be me.
Droids like this one have been terrorizing
the Mexican city of Juarez for a little over a month.
We're not sure how, but intel leads us to believe
that Gearside has a hand in it,
but the Malvado Cartel has over a dozen of these droids.
And they've been paintin' the city in blood.
This is the hardware in your head.
The malfunction was severe,
makin' it too dangerous to remove.
The chip was designed to remotely manipulate
all droid activity.
You know how it works.
Yeah.
Except it doesn't.
It's gotta be you.
Flores can repair the chip.
(electronic warbling)
(mariachi music)
(Gabriel member speaking foreign language)
(gun firing)
(Alvaro yelling in foreign language)
Don't get so angry.
Enjoy the tequila.
My father promised you droids.
He's not a man that stupid to break his promises.
Patience?
Fuck patience!
There are lots of pigs waiting to be skinned.
These droids are one of a kind killing machines.
You'll be very pleased when they arrive.
(Alvaro speaking foreign language)
Because if you guys don't keep your promise...
(droids whirring)
(Alvaro laughing)
Now that's what I'm talking about!
Just like we promised.
Nothing, nothing's gonna stop us now!
Al Malvado!
(cartel member speaking foreign language)
(glasses clinking)
[Alvaro] Al Malvado!
(droids whirring) (guns firing)
(Alvaro groaning) (gun firing)
(shells clattering)
(droids whirring)
(dying woman groaning)
(gun firing)
(upbeat Spanish pop music)
[Driver] Que?
What's with the skeleton saint?
[Driver] La Nina Blanca?
(driver speaking foreign language)
She keep me safe.
You know, before, I live in Florida, yeah?
Get deported.
It was beautiful there.
But every month, something bad happen.
But here, in Juarez...
something bad happen every day.
[Carson] Where are we going?
[Driver] That's why I have my santo.
(guns firing) (driver groaning)
(groaning)
(droid whirring)
(guns firing)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
Americano!
Are you still alive?
Welcome to Juarez.
(guns firing)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
Oh, fuck.
Not now...
(Carson groaning)
[Stewart] Fuck, man, this is just what we need!
[Chris] Fuck, how did they know where we were gonna be?
These droids are gonna tear us apart if we don't move now!
How are we supposed to do that, Sergeant?
Fuckin' Mr. Miyagi got us pinned down by the end zone!
I would have gotten a valet,
but I don't trust these Mexicans.
(guns firing)
Let me deal with that.
You just keep blastin' away at these fucks!
A.D.A.M., A.D.A.M., the pick-up's gone to shit!
We need immediate evac!
(guns firing)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
Go and kill them!
(droid whirring)
(guns firing)
How's things, Wright?
Fantastic.
Oh, good.
We'll have to catch up later.
- Yep. - Yeah?
Get your gear ready.
We're Oscar Mike.
Not with that nickel fucker out there.
These bastards aren't the kind you remember.
Takes a heavy shot to even scratch one of these bitches.
We need a new fuckin' plan,
this bitch ain't got time for bullets.
Somebody hit him with a flash bang!
That could work, that could buy us some time.
Go for it!
(guns firing)
Bombs away!
(flash bang exploding)
(Gabriel groaning)
(droid whirring) (gun firing)
[Stewart] That shit actually works?
Yeah, looks like it.
(droid whirring) (guns firing)
- Oh, shit! - Fuck, we don't have
the power to stop these things, boys.
We gotta make a run for it, it's now or never.
Yeah, this is some real taxi service, fellas.
(groaning)
(speaking foreign language) (phone ringing)
(guns firing)
[Barney] Come on you fucks!
What do you want, an invitation?
(guns firing)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
What the fuck's it doin'?
Don't ask why, just get your asses to the truck!
(guns firing)
Americanos!
I see you all, real soon!
(dramatic music)
[Shadow Man] Is he alive?
Huh.
Don't know.
My men have happy trigger fingers.
Could be yes, could be no.
[Shadow Man] No is not an option.
You must capture the soldier alive.
Why?
What's changed?
Yesterday, he was just a Marine you wanted dead.
[Shadow Man] Yes.
Before, we were unaware of his real importance.
And that would be?
You've been rather too inquisitive
for a man that has yet to deliver.
We are very disillusioned, Senor Malvado.
It's been well over a month,
and you have yet to actualize what you promised.
Making droids is tricky business.
[Shadow Man] I don't need to remind you
of the parameters of our partnership, correct?
So forget about why we need the Marine alive,
and simply fulfill the task as such.
Our man will be in touch.
[Gabriel] Jefe?
(Angel speaking foreign language)
[Gabriel] Alive.
Why did you stop me?
Change of plans.
[Gabriel] Why?
I can take care of those bastards.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
Do you know why I sent you?
I'm your best soldier.
No.
Because you are weak, and I need you stronger.
I sent you to kill that man.
But now, I want him alive.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
I rotted on Las Islas Marias.
Just a boy.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
Bled out, the first day...
I should have died...
...squealing and choking on my own blood.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
...saved me.
Pulled me away from death.
(flesh squelching)
Gave me hope that if I kill and keep on killing...
...she would shine her shadow on me,
and I would keep on surviving.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
There is no room for weakness in my family.
I have your blood running through my veins, Jefe.
I'm not weak.
Bring the Americano, alive.
(crow cawing)
(gate creaking)
(crows cawing)
[Chris] No, this seemed calculated.
They knew where the pickup was gonna be.
Yeah, man, if A.D.A.M. hadn't detected that droid,
we'd have been fucked.
A.D.A.M.?
Yeah, he's uh, he's our big brother.
He's always fuckin' watching.
Fuck that shit.
Why'd they stop?
It makes no sense to just ambush a brother
and leave us alive.
Yeah, that droid was real close
to sending us all home in body bags.
I've never seen a droid take so much punishment.
Where the fuck you been, prison?
Yo, this is Juarez 2045, man.
Technology's a motherfucker.
We'll figure it out later.
Fall in.
(door creaking)
(Barney sighing)
Well then, this here is Senor Carson Wright,
formally of the United States Marine Corps.
He was on the block, but now he's back in action.
And don't ask why.
Boys.
Of course, you know you know CSO Sergeant Mickey Stauskas.
These two gagglefucks are Corporals Stewart Hinkley
and Chris Stratton.
Yo.
Then there's the scrawny piece of...
Where the fuck is Luke?
Probably skinnin' it.
A.D.A.M., where the hell is your boyfriend?
[A.D.A.M.] Sir, Corporal Hemsworth will be
within your immediate vicinity, forthwith.
Sorry.
- Sir, I was trying... - Shut the fuck up, Luke.
This embarrassment is Special Tech Ops Chief,
Corporal Luke Hemsworth.
Best tech in the field, big pain in my ass.
Sup?
That it?
'Kay, good, now...
You forgot to introduce yourself, sir.
That's because me and Wright go way back.
Ain't that right?
Sure do.
All right then, we know two things.
One, Estevan Flores is being held captive
by the Malvado Cartel.
Two, this is an unsanctioned black ops detail.
There'll be no songs sang for us.
Do we know where he's being kept?
Nah.
Four days of recon just fuckin' wasted.
The city's too big.
That's right.
But recently, I got a tip on a nightclub
operated by these bastards.
Nightclub?
We talkin' titties?
(Chris chuckling)
[Barney] Luke?
A.D.A.M., pull up the schematics.
Simple in and out.
The building isn't complex.
Objective, Miguel Alarcon.
Big shot Malvado captain.
A.D.A.M.?
He operates the nightclub.
We get in, and get this fucker to tell us
where they're holding Flores.
Sounds like a mission.
I'm ready.
(Stewart scoffing)
Not ready to get your gear packed,
'cause your dumb ass is stayin' here.
Isn't that right, team leader?
We'll see.
We're not a go until tonight.
Damn right we'll see.
Can I get an ooh rah?
- (Mickey chuckling) - Yeah...
You ain't goin'.
[A.D.A.M.] Ooh rah, Corporal Hemsworth.
Thanks, A.D.A.M..
Yeah.
Who's A.D.A.M.?
(electronic warbling and whirring)
Did you finish it?
Yes, I have it with me.
It took me the entire week but
(grunts) it's finished.
(cartel member speaking foreign language)
(electronic warbling and whirring)
Careful now.
- The slightest error... - Trust me!
I know what I'm doing!
(electricity sparking) (engineer groaning)
(cartel member speaking foreign language)
Help him, he's been electrocuted!
[Guard] What's going on?
He's going into cardiac arrest!
Help him, please!
Come on!
(engineer groaning)
Now!
- (electricity sparking) - Oof!
No! (gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(droid whirring)
You!
Stand up!
Sit there!
Sit!
How long?
I-I don't know.
I don't know!
M-maybe a week, I don't...
Jefe...
Jefe, I'm sorry.
(gun firing) (guard groaning)
A week?
I already gave you a month!
I told you...
I told you, this is not my specialty!
So you can't finish it?
No, I can finish.
I can finish!
I...
I cannot concentrate like this!
Please, my daughter, may I please see her?
I have done...
I have done everything asked, everything, for you.
I-I told you what they were planning...
What?
You fucking bastard!
It was not supposed to be like this.
I was, I was sent here to help you!
Men are most motivated
when you threaten the ones they love.
And I don't care what deal was made.
Deals change.
Daughters die.
I don't give a fuck.
Finish...
my weapon...
or I will bring her back to you (speaking foreign language)
No...
(bird screeching)
[Luke] This is A.D.A.M..
A contact lens?
No, it's not just a contact lens,
it's a state of the art HUD,
using the latest version of the A.D.A.M.
The most sophisticated piece of
artificial intelligence technology.
It's a droid.
No thanks.
[Luke] No.
No, A.D.A.M. is not a droid.
- Oh. - He doesn't have a body.
He's more like a brain.
Fully automated, tactical information system.
He's like a fish that can swim in and out
- of any network anytime... - Listen to me, it's a bot.
I don't want anything to do with it, understand?
Give it to somebody else.
Wait.
Dude, wait.
I can't.
They're all pussies.
Plus, I hate them.
Come on, man.
Just think of it like another operator,
a voice over the phone.
Plus, he'll give you a major tactical advantage in combat.
Something I'm sure somebody who's been
out of the game a while could probably use.
Fine.
But don't expect me to get friendly with him.
You understand?
Yeah, yeah.
Don't forget to put the ear piece in.
Everything will start working after that.
A.D.A.M. will help you.
Sweet Jesus...
(dramatic music)
(Carson sighing)
How is it?
Kick ass, right?
[A.D.A.M.] Hello, Carson.
[Luke] Say hi, dude.
Hi.
We all have earpieces that can
relay and receive information from A.D.A.M..
But you're the only one with the contact lens.
[A.D.A.M.] Corporal, Sergeant Hernandez
requests your presence.
All right.
I gotta go check in.
Keep that in, and get used to it.
Oh, yeah.
Welcome to the team, bro.
(Carson scoffing)
[A.D.A.M.] I hope it's fine that I call you Carson,
as there is no official record of your rank
within my database.
Oh.
Where exactly are your databases housed?
[A.D.A.M.] My physical systems are housed
within the United States, in a classified location.
Sorry, Carson, you lack the appropriate clearance
to disclose anything further.
Yeah.
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
[A.D.A.M.] However, to answer your question
more precisely, my database is a collection of databases.
An information cloud.
Closed networks?
Any network I am capable of migrating to, any system.
So you're like a...
Eye in the sky.
[A.D.A.M.] Indeed.
Listen to me, talkin' to a computer.
[A.D.A.M.] I am much more advanced
than a computer, Carson.
I am A.D.A.M., artificial data aid and management.
Hmm, thank you, A.D.A.M..
Computer with an ego.
[Luke] A.D.A.M., is Wright with you?
We need him down here.
Copy that, on my way.
(tense music)
Chris and Stewart are on recon at the nightclub.
In the meantime, we received another tip from the locals.
Supposedly, an old man is trying to unload
a damaged droid.
What good's a damaged droid?
Luke thinks it could be important.
It's not far.
Junkyard a few clicks from here.
Yeah, and if it's one of the cartel's,
maybe we could download the information it processed
before it was damaged.
Could be GPS coordinates.
I'm gonna get everything ready for the download.
All right.
Mickey, take Wright and repossess that droid.
You got it.
Come on.
Wright, give me a minute.
What the fuck is it with you, Wright?
Trouble seems to follow you everywhere you go.
I don't care what the hell you have in your head.
You flip out again like Iran,
and I will cut it from your fuckin' shoulders.
Hey, Barney.
It ain't gonna be like Iran.
General?
Did your team recover Wright?
Yes, sir.
Though there was an ambush waiting for him.
Cartel?
Yes sir.
Somebody wanted to welcome him to Juarez.
Not important.
What about Flores?
We think we have a direct line to his location,
but we have to coax it out of a certain Mexican first.
Find him quickly.
The chip must be repaired.
Yes sir.
[Beck] And Sergeant, when it's done,
the only asset we require is the chip.
Understood?
Yes sir.
(electronic warbling)
(dramatic music)
(bird calling)
Let's do this.
(birds screeching)
(crows cawing)
Let's go in.
Hola.
(old man speaking foreign language)
Um...
Speak English?
(old man speaking foreign language)
A little bit, yes.
That's good, that's good.
Uh, my friend and I here, we uh,
we heard you have somethin' very special for sale, huh?
(old man speaking foreign language)
And uh...
Very expensive too.
Oh, that's good.
Uh, you see, we're with the United States uh,
(speaking foreign language) Americano, si?
Ah, si, si.
Si, and we've come here to pick up the, the droid.
You uh, you want to buy?
Uh, well...
Uh, can we see it?
Ah, si, si.
(old man speaking foreign language)
I give you gringos a good deal.
(Carson sighing)
(old man speaking foreign language)
Yeah.
(old man speaking foreign language)
Hmm, bullet holes.
Looks like it's been through some shit.
This is how you found it?
Yes, yes, I uh,
I find that uh, it's no working.
This droid looks different from the ones I've seen.
Yeah, it's probably a prototype.
Yeah, it looks like less density in the armor.
We better get 'er back to Luke.
So, do you want it?
We want it.
But we don't have any money.
(laughs) No, no, no, no, no.
(old man speaking foreign language)
Are you serious?
That is way too much for this, old man.
(Mickey speaking foreign language)
No, no, no, no, no.
(old man speaking foreign language)
Listen to me, it's very important
that we bring this droid back, do you understand?
I don't care.
Look at all that gold.
(old man speaking foreign language)
No, no, no, no, no.
(old man speaking foreign language)
Look at this thing, this is pure useless.
You want to charge us $1,000?
You gotta be fuckin'...
(droid whirring)
Oh shit.
That doesn't sound good.
It's probably just a rat.
[Carson] Oh, rat, my ass.
[A.D.A.M.] Carson, an analysis of the droid's
vital systems suggests the droid is still functional.
I'd prepare to fire.
[Droid] Activation.
You never took its gun when you found it?
(old man speaking foreign language)
(tense music)
(guns firing)
Stay put.
(guns firing)
Wright!
It's got grenade rounds!
(guns firing)
(droid whirring) (guns firing)
(grenade exploding) (Carson groaning)
(droid whirring)
(gun firing)
(grenade exploding) (droid whirring)
(Mickey groaning and coughing)
(droid whirring)
[Droid] Die.
(metallic thudding) (Mickey groaning)
[Mickey] Wright!
[A.D.A.M.] Carson, the areas highlighted in your HUD
are microcontroller wires that connect
to the droid's processing systems.
Damaging them could incapacitate it.
(screaming)
Carson?
(droid whirring) Carson!
(droid whirring) (metallic thudding)
Carson!
(muffled thudding)
(muffled gunshots)
(droid whirring)
(Mickey groaning)
(metallic thudding)
Enough!
We need it in one piece.
[A.D.A.M.] Droid disabled.
Damage percentage at 92%.
7% more, and the droid will be completely useless.
[Mickey] Hey, old man!
You can come out now!
(spitting)
[Carson] I've seen that emblem before.
Gearside.
[Carson] Hey!
So you're sure we can't take it with us?
Just take it.
Gratis.
(old man speaking foreign language)
(Carson and Mickey grunting)
(women giggling)
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
Rip off all her clothes!
(Carmen crying)
Show that little princessa how she's supposed to please me.
No, no!
(Carmen speaking foreign language)
(woman speaking foreign language)
(Carmen groaning and crying)
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
Show her how to make me happy.
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
(Carmen crying)
[Gabriel] What the fuck is this?
Gabriel?
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
Just teaching her a lesson.
Hola, papacito.
(woman groaning)
Fuck!
She's just a bitch!
She's just a whore...
No.
She's our guest.
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
(Miguel screaming)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
I'd like to take you to see your father,
if that's okay.
Clean her up, and get her some clothes.
(Miguel groaning)
(Miguel coughing)
(electronic whirring and warbling)
[Carmen] Papi?
- Papi? - Mija!
[Carmen] Papi!
(Carmen crying)
What are you doing here?
Are you hurt?
- Let me look, let me look... - I'm-I'm fine, dad.
I'm fine.
What's going on?
I wanna go home!
I know.
I know, I am working as hard as I can
to get us both out of here.
It will only be a little bit longer, I promise.
(Carmen crying)
Okay, okay, that's enough.
Time to go.
[Carmen] No...
It's okay.
You be good.
[Carmen] No!
(Carmen crying)
Thank you.
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
Finish my father's weapon.
And I'll promise you...
I'll send your daughter home.
Dad!
No, no!
(Carmen crying)
(metallic scraping)
I hope it treats you better than it did us.
(dramatic music)
What is this, beef?
(chuckles) No, it's carne de chihuahua.
Relax, it tastes just like a porterhouse.
How'd it go at the junkyard today?
Heard y'all ran into a bit of trouble.
Eh, couldn't have been better.
But if you ask me, that old man
was more vicious than the droid.
Yeah, he was feisty.
Yeah, he wanted cash money.
And he wouldn't drop his price
until it started shooting at him.
(chuckles) Reminds me of my grandma.
Man, that lady could haggle.
She knew where all the yard sales were at.
Your recon turn up anything useful?
It didn't happen.
We were only there 10 minutes before it got too hot.
Fuckin' canners everywhere, man.
You should have seen Chris.
He almost shit his pants.
(laughing)
If I did, it looked like your black ass.
(Stewart laughing)
Shut up before I beat your ass.
Okay, bring it.
Enough good times.
We hit the club at 22:30.
Let's make sure it's smooth.
All right, I'll give the truck the ol' mani-pedi,
and make sure she's fully serviced.
Shit, you know what else you could service?
My dick!
[Chris] (chuckles) You wish.
[Barney] Luke's got some gear for you.
Make sure you know how to use it.
What are you doing here, Wright?
I mean by all accounts, you should be rotting
another 100 years in prison.
So what's the deal?
Just here for the bad guys, like always.
Yeah, I'm not that much of an idiot.
It's gotta have something to do
with that shit they put it your head, right?
Tell me what it does.
It makes my brain work faster than yours.
(Mickey chuckling)
All right.
You can keep your secret.
But somethin' doesn't make sense.
And I don't like it when things don't make sense.
(electronic beeping)
[A.D.A.M.] Carson.
Do you have a moment?
He's all yours, A.D.A.M.
[A.D.A.M.] Excellent.
I was curious as to why you are not listed
in any of my military indexes.
So I began searching the world's internet.
I have compiled a folder of records
which I believe appertain to you.
Though I am 99.5% certain of this,
I must satisfy the other 0.5% chance that this is not...
(somber music) So Carson, is this you?
Carson?
Excuse me Carson, but you have yet to answer my question.
Shall I repeat it to you?
Turn it off!
(electronic beeping)
[A.D.A.M.] Strange.
Your heart rate and respiration have increased by 35%.
This suggests an overall increase of emotional stress,
anxiety, or anger.
Have I angered you, Carson?
I think you answered your own question.
[A.D.A.M.] I am programmed to learn,
to identify on my own,
with the variables that sway and ultimately decide
my own conclusions.
Did the images upset you, Carson?
- Interesting... - A.D.A.M....
[A.D.A.M.] It was not my intention
- to do so. - A.D.A.M.!
That's enough. (electronic beeping)
(sighing)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaking)
[Gabriel] I'm sorry.
But this is the best I can do.
You shouldn't have any trouble here.
[Carmen] Thank you.
But can't you please let us go?
I promise, I won't say anything.
(Carmen speaking foreign language)
It's impossible.
Your father is the only man who can give us what we want.
He cannot leave until his work's done.
You remind me so much of my mother.
She was beautiful, too.
(necklace rattling)
I promise, it will all be over soon.
(dramatic music)
(door creaking)
(grunt speaking foreign language)
Fellas, it's time to nut up.
We're a go in 30.
Luke?
A.D.A.M., bring up the nightclub file.
[A.D.A.M.] Of course.
(electronic beeping)
From what we know, the club isn't well-protected.
A camera system that A.D.A.M. shouldn't have trouble with.
There are armed guards here and here.
These are entry points.
Smash and storm, and quick and easy.
The real fun starts when we're inside.
We'll be going in blind.
This is the office.
This is where we expect to find Alarcon.
Take a good look at him, boys.
We need him alive.
What's the timeframe like?
ET's 10 minutes.
If we don't find Alarcon by then, the op is terminated.
Rotate back and regroup here.
Questions?
All right, let's get to it.
(electronic beeping)
(tense music)
Just who I wanted to see.
Check these things out.
Newly-issues MICH helmets, internal cooling system,
upgraded anti-ballistics.
These fuckers kick ass.
Just put it on.
(electronic beeping)
[A.D.A.M.] Syncing with the MICH Version 3.
Cooling system's at 100%.
Anti-ballistic threshold, 100%.
Optic systems, 100%.
MICH Version 3 100% functional.
[Carson] Fuckin' technology, man.
I feel like an astronaut.
You'll get used to it, man.
What, you guys too cool for this?
Oh yeah, that shit's too clunky for me.
Plus, I gotta show off my handsome face on the battlefield.
You know. (Chris chuckling)
Yeah, I need complete visibility
when I'm goin' all Bruce Lee on them bitches.
(Chris yelling)
Those are not designed for hand-to-hand.
I guess I'll be the guinea pig, then.
No, no Wright, you're just smarter than these two.
Those helmets give you a measured tactical advantage.
It's just math.
Oh, math?
Like one plus one equals fuck you.
Whatever.
Listen, I won't be there with you tonight.
So, don't get fuckin' killed.
I thought you were ready, ready.
I am ready.
But I think it's best for the team
if I chill here and get some stuff done.
Oh, okay.
Make sure you get the windows, house mama, okay?
- (Stewart chuckling) - Fuck you.
Uh...
Wright, can I talk to you for a minute?
Listen, A.D.A.M. told me what happened.
Don't hate him too much for it.
He's still learning some things,
and it's gonna take some getting used to.
But trust me.
He'll save your life.
All right, gentlemen.
Good luck.
(tense music)
[Angel] Gabriel!
Si?
You wanted to see me?
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
The Americanos are their way to the club.
They're searching for the engineer.
Who told you this?
The Marines have a little rat on their team.
He whispers all their secrets, for cheese.
Then why not tell me sooner?
My men and I could have killed him by now.
Because I need the new one alive.
Gearside is hiding something.
Something about that Americano is special.
Whatever it is...
I'm going to get it from them.
Fine.
Then I will go to the club and take him alive.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
I'm not done with you yet.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
What's this?
Hmm.
Ah...
This is my failure as a father,
and your failure as a son.
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
[Gabriel] She means nothing!
(Carmen crying)
(gun firing) No!
Love is weakness.
Bring me the Americano, or I'll lay your body next to hers.
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
(necklace rattling)
(Gabriel sighing)
(gun firing)
This is the only mother that I need.
(suspenseful music)
So, uh...
I still can't figure it out.
Why you?
Why here?
What's your endgame?
Just another expendable piece.
Nah.
I ain't that stupid.
What really happened in Ira...
(club patrons conversing excitedly)
(gun firing) (guards groaning)
Guards disabled.
[Barney] A.D.A.M., take out the cameras.
[A.D.A.M.] Cameras deactivate in five,
four,
three,
two,
cameras now offline.
(Miguel sniffing)
Something's wrong with the camera.
Go find out what happened.
(upbeat mariachi music)
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
The only protection I'll be needing right now is this.
(women giggling)
(upbeat mariachi music)
(club patrons cheering and applauding)
(suspenseful music)
(club patrons cheering and applauding)
(upbeat mariachi music)
(club patrons conversing excitedly)
(upbeat mariachi music)
(gun firing) (club patrons screaming)
(guns firing) (guards groaning)
(club patrons screaming)
(guns firing)
(club patrons screaming)
(guns firing)
[Mickey] Carson!
(guns firing)
Carson!
(guns firing) (guards groaning)
[Barney] We'll take care of things down here.
You and Wright head up to the office and take Alarcon.
10 minutes, no more.
All right?
Quick and easy, no mistakes.
Ooh rah!
[All] Ooh rah!
[Mickey] Head on a swivel.
(suspenseful music)
[Carson] Stairs.
How's it going?
(gun firing) (guard groaning)
(guns firing)
I'll hold them off!
You find the target!
[Mickey] What?
- Go! - Back in a flash.
[A.D.A.M.] Sir, I took the liberty of rerouting
the building's security system,
and I have successfully accessed the video feeds.
That said, there are a dozen or so armed men
approaching the building.
[Barney] You couldn't have said so sooner?
[A.D.A.M.] I suppose I could have, yes.
(guard speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
(guard groaning)
[Barney] Mickey, we've got multiple contacts!
Mickey?
A.D.A.M., you got eyes on Mickey?
[A.D.A.M.] Yes sir.
Sergeant Stauskas is currently on the second floor.
(electronic beeping)
Mickey, can you hear me?
[Mickey] Loud and clear, cowboy.
What can I do for you?
[A.D.A.M.] Sergeant Hernandez requires you to contact him.
Immediately.
[Mickey] Yes sir.
Just as soon as I find my rabbit.
[A.D.A.M.] By rabbit, I assume you mean, Miguel Alarcon.
If you like I can scan for heatsign...
Sergeant?
Our signal seems to be drop...
(suspenseful music)
(Miguel speaking foreign language)
(gun firing)
(guard groaning)
(guards groaning)
(Mickey yelling) (gun firing)
(guns firing)
[Barney] Wright, Mickey's not answering!
Don't let your guard down, and get the fuck down here!
We're in trouble!
(guns firing)
(Mickey speaking foreign language)
Didn't mean to spoil your fun, huh?
No, please, I'll give you whatever you want.
Please!
No.
No, you know what?
Get up.
I don't want to kill a man on his knees.
No, please!
Please, I'll tell you where
- Malvado is hiding, please! - Stand the fuck up!
No, he has a girl and he has the father.
Please!
Please...
No.
- Please... - Fuck you.
(gun firing)
Shit.
Look at my boots.
(Mickey breathing heavily)
(suspenseful music)
Shit.
[Carson] Where's Alarcon?
[Mickey] He drew first.
(guns firing)
(Chris and guard groaning)
(guns firing)
(knife slicing) (guard groaning)
(guns firing) (guard groaning)
I just saved your fuckin' ass, big time!
Huh, what?
No-no, you didn't.
Look behind you man!
Open your fuckin' eyes!
I had him anyway.
(guns firing) (guards groaning)
[Barney] Took your sweet fuckin' time.
Did you miss us?
What the fuck happened to you?
What, man?
Had to use Excalibur.
Bitch, you actually named your knife?
[Chris] You know it.
[Barney] Where the fuck was Alarcon?
And where the fuck were you?
[Mickey] He's dead.
[Barney] Dead?
Did you get anything out of...
(gun firing) (Barney groaning)
(guns firing)
- (droids whirring) - Americanos!
(guns firing)
(droids whirring)
I'm here to collect your heads!
[Chris] Jesus Christ, fuckin' Barney, man!
Fuck.
Fuck, I'm hit in my side.
So I can take them back to my father.
And receive his approval.
- (gun firing) - Shit!
And cut his fucking heart out with a crucifix!
(guns firing)
[Carson] We gotta move.
Jesus, fuckin', my arm!
Oh, fuck, I'm hit in my side!
(groaning)
- (guns firing) - Shit!
Shit...
All right.
Mickey and I will try to divert their fire.
When that happens, you guys make a run for the truck.
[Gabriel] Oh, come on!
Get up and die like good soldiers do!
(droids whirring)
A.D.A.M., can you display their video feed on my lens?
[A.D.A.M.] Hello, Carson.
It's good to hear your voice again.
A.D.A.M., shut up, there's no time for that.
Can you play the feed?
[A.D.A.M.] Yes.
Rerouting feed to your lens now.
All right, good.
Mickey, on my mark.
Run left as fast as you can.
And we'll see if we can turn these tin cans around.
All right?
Ready?
Three, two, one.
Go!
(guns firing)
That's it.
This is the American way.
[Chris] Come on, come on!
(Stewart groaning)
[Stewart] You better not tell anybody about this.
[Chris] Just fuckin' run!
(guns firing)
A distraction.
It's okay.
The one that I really want is right here.
[Mickey] Now what?
How about you and me go around the world
on these toasters?
[Mickey] You're one crazy son of a bitch.
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
I'm right here!
(guns firing)
[Carson] Now!
(guns firing)
(muffled gunfire)
(Gabriel speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
[Grunt] What the fuck is this?
(electronic beeping)
(Stewart groaning)
Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened?
We were outnumbered four to one.
Get the med kit!
[Chris] Those fuckers were waiting for us!
(Stewart groaning) We'll fix you up.
Fuck, guys.
Wait, where's Hernandez?
Dead.
[Carson] He was taken out by droids.
There was nothing we could do.
[Luke] What about the mark?
Did you guys get anything?
[Carson] It's a dead end, literally.
It was him or me.
[Luke] Things are all kinds of fucked up right now, guys.
[A.D.A.M.] Excuse me gentlemen,
but I have an incoming Holocall for Sergeant Hernandez.
Uh, I got it.
Wright, where's Hernandez?
He's dead.
They were waitin' for us.
What about the location?
Do you know where Flores is being held?
Negative.
Damn.
There's a rat leaking information.
An informant?
Impossible.
I'm the only soul alive that knows you're there.
Listen to me, someone is selling us out.
We got a dead Marine and another one wounded
because our op is being compromised.
Listen, Wright.
Failure is unacceptable.
Forget the rat.
Flores is the key.
Find him.
Do what you have to do.
But don't come home without him,
or you won't have a home to come fucking back to.
Fuck!
I guess that's it, boys.
Back on the yellow brick road.
Not necessarily, Toto.
(Luke chuckling)
(electronic beeping)
(helicopter blades whirring)
[Carson] Damn.
You've been busy.
Yeah.
Anyway, after scrubbing his memory silos,
I discovered a tracking algorithm
hidden in the main controller.
Basically, it stored every route this thing's traversed
since its assembly.
[Carson] Knew every route?
What are you sayin'?
I'm sayin' I know where they are.
(Carson laughing)
All right.
It's about time we get the drop on these sumbitches.
Definitely.
Yeah.
(crow cawing)
Get some rest.
Then tomorrow, we take it to 'em.
Good work.
(birds calling)
Jefe?
He's dead, they killed him.
(Angel sniffing)
Gabriel is dead.
We couldn't do anything.
The building was filled with them.
May Santa Muerte bless you.
No! (gun firing)
(phone buzzing)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
Oh, my little rat.
(electronic beeping)
(whistling)
- What's up? - Hey.
Check this out.
What is it?
Oh nothing, just something that should stop a droid
in its tracks.
- A grenade? - Kind of.
I call it an IED-EMP.
Made 'em this morning.
Sounds good, what's it do?
So when it's thrown, it resonates a strong magnetic field,
adhering it to any metal surface, right?
[Carson] So kind of like a uh, sticky bomb for droids?
Exactly.
Except instead of blowin' shit up, it fries any electrical devices
within its radius. (Carson chuckling)
I like the sound of that.
[Luke] Wait, Christmas isn't over yet.
I got more.
So last night, as I was analyzing the droid's systems,
I got to thinking maybe, just maybe,
I could add a subroutine, modify its existing code.
Okay?
And that means?
A virtual machine.
An operating system, within an operating system.
(clearing throat) Luke, slow down, okay?
Just in English, please.
[Luke] Maybe you should sit.
You wanna sit?
Yeah.
All right.
It's a way for A.D.A.M. to hijack a droid.
A.D.A.M.!
[A.D.A.M.] Hello, Carson.
[Luke] Whoa, dude, put your gun down.
It's A.D.A.M..
That-that's A.D.A.M.?
[Luke] Yeah.
Luke, what the fuck did you do?
I gave us another soldier.
You crazy sumbitch...
(helicopter blades whirring)
How we doin'?
Good to go.
How's that's wound?
Just a scratch, you know.
All right.
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
Whoa, Jesus.
I am not gonna get used to that any time soon, guys.
It's just A.D.A.M..
He's perfectly safe, to us.
To them, he should be pretty brutal.
Hey boys.
Guess it's that time, huh?
All right, let's kick some ass.
[Mickey] All right.
You can go sit next to your boyfriend.
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
(dog barking) (crow cawing)
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
Let's see if these bad boys work.
(IED-EMP exploding) (droid clanking)
(crows cawing)
Ooh wee, why didn't we use these sooner?
I don't know.
I never thought of them before, I guess.
Whew.
All right.
Stewart, Chris.
You guys hang back.
They might be comin' on hot, so be ready.
[Stewart] Okay.
All right, well, good luck.
We don't need luck.
We're too badass.
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
All right, well, don't die, badass.
Security camera, two o'clock.
It's rotational.
I see it.
Okay, on my mark.
Go, go, go, go! (gun firing)
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
Yo, the hell with this.
I'm goin' back to the truck, take the big bitch.
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing) (guards groaning)
Clear.
There.
A.D.A.M., can you tap into these feeds?
Display it on my lens?
[A.D.A.M.] Unfortunately, while synced to this droid,
my ability to traverse systems is limited.
Shit.
All right Luke, I'm gonna need you to be my eyes, okay?
You stay here.
Report to me anything that I need know.
Mickey, you stay with him.
Pull security.
We meet up once I've secured Estevan.
Roger that.
All right, let's do this, A.D.A.M..
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
(suspenseful music)
My God...
Whew.
Look at all this money.
[A.D.A.M.] It's actually cocaine, Carson.
Crystallized tropane alkaloid narcotic.
Obtained from the leaves of the coca plant,
it is highly addictive, and in high doses,
can cause cardiac arrest.
Yeah.
Remind me to grab a brick for later.
[A.D.A.M.] Understood.
[Droid] Activation.
What the hell?
[A.D.A.M.] It appears they have produced
a new model of the droid.
Fascinating.
It's actually quite an ingenious design.
[Carson] Yeah, that's helpful.
[A.D.A.M.] Indeed.
Shall I engage in combat, Carson?
Yes, engage, engage!
(guns firing)
Don't just stand there!
Move!
(Angel sniffing)
(muffled gunfire)
About fuckin' time.
(guns firing)
(Carson groaning)
(guns firing)
Shit!
That thing's insane!
Yeah.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Not one of them suspect me.
It's kind of sad, really.
Yes sir, that works just fine.
Yeah, they won't know what hit 'em.
(guns firing)
(Carson groaning)
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
(guns firing)
[A.D.A.M.] Any more direct hits,
and your helmet won't withstand the impact.
Oh, yeah, I don't plan on it, mom.
(droid clanking)
EMP!
(IED-EMP exploding)
Damn, those fuckers work.
[Droid] Activation.
[A.D.A.M.] Not yet.
(droid whirring)
(gun firing)
It appears its armor is too dense,
insulating it from the grenade's effect.
(guns firing)
Shit!
(guns firing)
(metallic clanking)
[A.D.A.M.] Your helmet has been rendered useless.
Another hit would be fatal.
(droid whirring)
(Carson groaning) (gun firing)
[Droid] Activation.
Activate.
A.D.A.M.!
EMP!
(gun firing)
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
[A.D.A.M.] This droid can no longer impede your mission.
Shall we continue?
No...
(IED-EMP exploding) (Carson groaning)
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
Yeah, it's done.
Yeah, send some more men outside.
You got two of 'em by the entrance.
Yeah.
(Mickey speaking foreign language)
You're a real piece of shit, you know that?
Excuse me, what was that?
You're a real piece of shit.
Oh.
Thank you.
I am a piece of shit.
But you know what?
Pretty soon, I'm gonna be a real rich piece of shit.
Fuck you.
What kind of bastards sells his brothers out for money?
(Mickey chuckling)
Okay.
Okay, fair question.
Fair question.
How about the kind that doesn't want to die
in fuckin' Mexico?
Or the kind that doesn't want to go back to the US
and fuckin' blow his own brains out?
No.
There is no glory in this for us.
None.
So you know what?
I'm cashin' out, bitch.
And you?
You...
Oh, you can stay here and die with your brothers.
(Carson groaning)
[Carson] What the fuck?
(Luke groaning)
[Mickey] That's right.
You should have stayed in prison.
Man, it's been way too long.
Something's gotta be wrong.
Shit, this ain't lookin' good.
Maybe another ambush?
[Chris] You think?
Shit's possible with that fuckin' rat out there
givin' us up.
(guns firing)
[Chris] Shit, contact!
Shit!
[Chris] Yeah, shit's definitely wrong!
(guns firing)
(electronic beeping)
[Shadow Man] You have an uncanny ability
to disappoint us, Mr. Malvado.
And we don't handle disappointment well.
That's too bad.
Because I'm breaking my promise.
And I'm taking your droids, and your money.
[Shadow Man] You're making a very large mistake, Malvado.
One you will soon live to regret.
(Angel laughing)
I've made many mistakes in my life.
Bowing down to a little man like you isn't one of them.
You want blood?
It pours freely here in Juarez.
- (Angel laughing) - Listen to me you...
(phone beeping)
[Angel] Well!
(Angel laughing and speaking foreign language)
America's finest!
Jesus, what the fuck is that?
That, Senor Rata...
Is the blood of 1,000 Mexicans.
A suit of death, and my chariot to power.
(Angel chuckling)
Holy shit, you built a mech?
What the fuck, are you Japanese?
(Angel speaking foreign language)
(guard speaking foreign language)
All right, which one, Mr. Rat?
[Mickey] Him.
Well...
No horns?
Not no wings?
Just a gringo.
(electronic beeping)
So, what the fuck you doin' in my town?
[Carson] Vacation.
(Angel laughing)
So, you're just a tourista, huh?
Taking in the sights?
(Angel laughing)
Well...
Let us welcome you to Juarez,
with some real Mexican hospitality.
(switchblade ringing)
We will have a great time.
(Angel yelling) (Carson screaming)
(Angel laughing)
What is, what is going on?
Why are these men here?
Shut up!
Stand him up!
(tape ripping)
Get the fuck away from me!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Huh?
Showtime.
(Angel speaking foreign language)
Always ready to stick your nose where it don't belong.
You think you can just dive in, no?
But here in Juarez, great white sharks
swim the streets.
And...
We eat everything.
Right down to the bone.
(Luke groaning)
Now, gringo.
I'm gonna want some answers.
But I don't think you're gonna give 'em to me.
Don't do it...
Do what, this?
Ah, that's too easy.
Engineer!
Power up the guns.
Is this what you want?
It'll tear him apart.
(angel laughing)
Perfecto.
No.
No, I-I will not be a part of this.
"No, I will not be a be a"...
You, power up the gun, or I will drag your daughter in here
and she can take his place!
No!
Please!
God forgive me...
(gun chambers clicking)
[Carson] No!
(Angel grunting)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
You have to wait your turn, Carson.
No!
(Angel speaking foreign language)
I swear, I didn't hit him that hard.
(Carson groaning)
[Estevan] It's the chip.
What chip?
[Estevan] You need to break the chip set that is
hard wired in his head.
It is designed to emit electrical impulses which
are set on a continuous loop.
It disrupts the pathways of the brain.
How the fuck do you know all that?
[Estevan] 'Cause I am the one who designed it.
This man, his name is Carson Wright.
It is sad to say, but he should have died a long time ago.
And what does it do?
[Estevan] It's a master control.
It, uh...
Commands a large number of droids at a distance.
Iran?
- (Angel laughing) - Yes.
So...
(Carson groaning)
So, you're the loco
that burned an entire village with droids.
You know, they banned droids because of that shit.
Changed the whole world.
Don't get too used to that hardware, huh?
'Cause I'm gonna rip it right out of your head.
Go to hell, you fuckin' coward.
Soon.
But how about first, I send your friend ahead of me?
Do it.
(Estevan breathing heavily)
- Do it! - Please, I-I-I cannot.
Yes, of course you can.
You just have to press a few buttons.
Don't do it, Estevan!
Shut up! (Carson groaning)
Go on, show him my new guns.
(Angel laughing)
You shoot him...
Or you will be seeing the insides of your daughter.
[Estevan] Why?
Why are you doing this?
I-I have finished the suit...
(gun firing) (Estevan groaning)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
(dramatic music)
(droid whirring)
(gun firing)
(Angel laughing)
No!
I'll kill you!
(gun firing)
What the fuck?
(guns firing)
Kill this piece of shit!
(Carson groaning)
Come on, you fuckin' rat!
Come on!
(Carson and Mickey yelling and groaning)
Holy shit!
Come on, open the suit!
There!
Now please, let me take my daughter home now, please!
That's impossible.
Your daughter is with Santa Muerte.
No!
And now you're going there too!
(gun firing) (Estevan groaning)
(Carson and Mickey yelling and groaning)
(metallic clanking)
(Estevan groaning)
(gun firing)
(A.D.A.M. whirring)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
Let's show these putos what death really is!
(Carson and Mickey yelling and groaning)
[Estevan] You are advanced AI, correct?
[A.D.A.M.] Yes.
[Estevan] Listen...
L-listen to...
Hey, tourista!
This is my fuckin' city!
And all you gringos
are trespassing! (gun firing)
[Carson] Oh, fuck!
(Carson groaning)
Hey, Americano!
Dead or alive, don't worry, I'll take care of your head.
(Angel laughing)
With that chip, I can command an entire army.
(gun firing)
And then, not just Juarez,
but all of Mexico will bow at my feet!
[A.D.A.M.] You are severely injured.
If medical attention is not sought soon, you will die.
Incredible...
Are you programmed...
To imitate human emotion?
[A.D.A.M.] No, why?
Was that man your friend?
[A.D.A.M.] Friend?
That distinction is...
I don't know.
(chuckling weakly)
Did you share...
Important things together?
[A.D.A.M.] Yes.
Then he was your friend.
A.D.A.M., can you see Flores?
[A.D.A.M.] Yes.
In fact, I'm staring right at him.
Uh, the chip.
The chip, can he fix it?
[A.D.A.M.] Can you repair the chip in Carson's head?
No...
It was never broken.
They paid me to s-sabotage it.
Uh, A.D.A.M.?
[A.D.A.M.] Carson, do you think you can lead
this monstrosity outside?
We may have devised a plan.
Ah, it's about time, goddamn it.
[A.D.A.M.] Does that mean yes?
You bet your ass it does.
Why are you running?
I thought Marines had courage!
That boy stood there and died like a man!
Are you a coward, or a real marine?
(metallic clanking)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
(Chris and guard yelling and groaning)
[Chris] Wait!
Don't shoot him!
This bitch is mine!
(Chris and guard yelling and groaning)
Come on, goddamn it, let me shoot this son of a bitch!
(Chris and guard yelling and groaning)
(knife slicing)
[A.D.A.M.] Gentlemen, if you're still alive out there,
Carson is heading your way,
and in need of your immediate assistance.
Give me a second, I'm just taking out the trash.
(Chris and guard yelling and groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
[Stewart] Ooh, I'm a bad man!
Damn!
What the fuck?
I had him!
What, no, no, no!
(Carson yelling) Don't bring him here!
Shit!
(metallic clanking)
What the fuck is that?
[A.D.A.M.] That robo-suit is being operated
by Angel Malvado.
[Stewart] That motherfucker's a suit?
(gun firing)
(Carson groaning)
Oh, God!
That's one big robot.
(Chris chuckling)
You got an EMP?
My first strike, let's do it.
(Chris yelling)
- (gun firing) - What's wrong, Americanos?
You guys always talk so tough!
(chuckling)
But look at you now, when someone else has all the toys!
(laughing)
You run... (IED-EMP exploding)
Fuck!
(metallic clanking)
(dramatic music)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
What the fuck is that thing made of?
It bought us some time, let's roll!
(Carson and Chris yelling)
Shit!
(laughing)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
Thought you could run around forever?
(laughing)
[Carson] Oh!
God!
Move, move, move!
Fuck!
(shotgun firing)
(Carson groaning)
A.D.A.M., where is this plan of yours?
[A.D.A.M.] I just initiated the launch sequence
of 20 droids.
[Carson] And that helps us how?
[A.D.A.M.] I am currently en route to your location,
and will explain presently.
- (A.D.A.M. whirring) - A.D.A.M.?
A.D.A.M.!
(gun firing)
Before the political pig banned it,
bullfighting was in every coliseum in Mexico!
(Angel laughing)
And as a boy, there was no greater pleasure
than seeing el torero run his sword
straight through a bull's spine!
Time to die, little bull!
(Carson groaning)
Come on, A.D.A.M.!
(gun firing)
Don't worry bitches, I got you!
(tires screeching)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
You guys are like cucarachas!
I hate cucarachas!
(gun firing)
(Stewart groaning) (loud explosion)
(Chris groaning)
No!
Grenade!
(grenade exploding) (Carson groaning)
Americanos, it's time to end this game.
(screaming)
(dramatic music)
(electronic beeping)
(Carson sobbing)
Carson? (Carson screaming)
Carson?
(Carson sobbing) Carson?
Carson, get up.
(metallic clanking)
Carson, you still have to fight.
[A.D.A.M.] Carson, get up.
It's time to send you back over the border, gringo!
(laughing)
In pieces!
[A.D.A.M.] Please refrain from attempting to damage
my friend. (gun firing)
I don't know what the fuck you are,
but it's gonna take more than one droid to take me under!
[A.D.A.M.] Interesting that you should mention that.
It just so happens that a friend of mine
can control an entire army.
Hey!
(Angel speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
Fuck you!
My own fuckin' droids?
(metallic clanking)
(Angel speaking foreign language)
You stupid metal corpse!
(Carson laughing)
Oh, A.D.A.M....
You sneaky sumbitch...
(Carson groaning) (gun firing)
You fuckin' idiots!
My armor's too thick!
You have no chance!
I'll rip you apart!
(grenade exploding)
Vamonos, you piece of shit!
Get up!
Come on!
Fuck!
(growling)
(Angel groaning)
(Angel laughing)
Hey, gringo!
You think it's over?
It's not over 'til Santa Muerte says it's over!
And she still wants blood!
(laughing)
You can go tell Santa Muerte
she can go fuck herself!
(gun firing) (Angel groaning)
[A.D.A.M.] Did we win, Carson?
Yeah, something like that.
[A.D.A.M.] Doesn't feel like it.
It doesn't make me feel good.
Violence solves problems, A.D.A.M..
It doesn't always make you feel good.
I'm goin' home.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)