Jiu Jitsu

Where am I?

Hey, hey. Whoa!

Hey, stop!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, stop.

Stop, stop.

Stop.

What the hell's going on out here?

Tex.

Tex!

I'm just eating some canned chili, sarge.

-You want some? -Get your ass out here

and tell me what this woman's saying.

Hey, woman, what you saying?

She ain't saying shit, sarge.

Ask her who she is, and what's with that stiff in the cart?

Copy that.

Huh?

What'd she say?

I don't really know, sarge.

I-I-I think she said--

I think she said they fixed him,

or something like neutered him, or something.

She stitched him up.

You're crap for an interpreter.

Sarge, this woman has very poor communication skills.

-Figure it out. -Sarge...

he's not dead.

What?

What's she saying?

I think she said he got hit by a comet.

Jesus, Tex.

What?

She said he has a hole in his temple.

A hole in his temple?

Yup, I'm right about that.

I know that part.

No.

Ah! No.

It's a Buddhist temple.

It has a hole in it.

And then some dead guy comes through it.

Yeah.

Thought you knew the goddamn language.

Man, I thought I did too, man.

That Burmese for Dummies is just not working out.

Just one of their myths?

You're making me look real bad now.

You the plutonium mule?

Where am I?

We talking nuclear facility?

What?

You'll tell us. What's your name?

You have a name?

Well...

while you're working on it,

I'm working on it too.

I'm with Army Intelligence.

And I'm good.

How did you wind up with that injury?

Hmm?

Where did you get the stitch job?

Good talk. Well, in the meantime,

I'm running you through facial recognition.

It's in international database.

Your fingerprints...

we've got those too.

So we'll find out.

Or you can just tell me.

I can't remember.

Hm.

What are you doing in Burma?

Burma??

I thought it was Myanmar.

Very funny.

If what you're doing here has anything to do

with what I'm doing here...

I've got a problem with that.

Are you a ronin? Merc for hire?

Did you sneak in the yellow cake,

or are you in it deeper?

Cake?

Hm.

We found this in your outfit.

That yours?

Yeah. Thanks.

Hm. You're welcome.

Where's the other stuff?

What stuff?

I'm not sure.

What do you use this for?

I don't know. Locate radiation.

This is doable. I just...

I need more time.

What about that tattoo he's got? You ask him about that?

Not yet. I'm still trying to get him to talk.

Let's get on it, then.

It's too soon.

He's got a massive head trauma.

Look, we can cry about it later.

Can we do this now?

Come on.

It's a truth serum.

Who are you working for?

The call it the Valley of the Temples, right?

You know what I don't understand?

How the hell are you still alive?

We already know that there are

excessive levels of plutonium there.

We know this.

We don't think the Burmese know about it.

And the Chinese, they'd be too smart

to try to sneak this by, so they don't know.

But you know.

Who are you working for?

Who are you working for?

Why are you here?

I'm here to do a job.

Good.

Bingo.

The fisherman's wife

brought me here.

She thought you'd help me.

With what?

All right, everybody out.

I can take it from here.

You heard me. Everybody out.

Move.

Move!

All right, let's cut the crap,

because I already know your deal.

Just...

they move so fast.

They move so fast.

You don't even stand a chance.

You don't stand a chance against what?

What was that about?

I think he's telling the truth.

He really lost his memory.

Or he's just one hell of an operative.

Or we try a softer approach.

I'll take him out for some air.

Huh.

Anything coming back to you?

Just the headache.

I was hoping with some walking around,

visual stimuli...

Look, we are classified,

and we needed to know if you're on our side.

Against who?

Go!

We got to go.

Let's go!

We need backup!

Hey.

Where are you going?

Ow!

Don't you move!

Hyah!

Jake!

Don't move, Jake.

Don't even think about moving without all of us.

Jake, look at me. Tell me you understand.

You know you're risking everybody's life by being here. You're supposed to be dead.

We got a plan. We don't stick to it, everything goes to shit.

What happened to you?

Jake...

Who are you?

Who are we? What are you doing?

-Who wants to know? - I do.

And who are you?

Are you really asking me who I am?

- Yeah. -Really?

You don't know them?

Son of a bitch.

What happened to you?

Hey. Hey, Jake.

Where'd you go?

Oh!

Charlie 2-0, this is Charlie 2-1.

Is anyone there?

Who the hell were those Jedi Knights

that just took out my entire unit?

I don't know. But they knew me.

Called me Jake.

Huh! Well, there's some progress.

Who are they? Why are they here?

I'm pretty sure I belong with them.

What did they want?

It's not important. You have to leave the area.

You're asking all the wrong questions.

He said his name is Jake.

He's still foggy from the shock,

but he did say that we have to leave the area.

We? What do you mean, us?

He's just saying we abort the whole mission?

He's insistent.

What are you not telling me?

Let's just say it's not just about plutonium levels anymore.

This is just a cover story?

The story is, you follow my orders.