Bloodshot

(OVER RADIO) Go for comms, Delta Two. Sitrep.

(OVER RADIO) Ain't looking good, LT. Soup sandwich in here.

Four hostages down.

(ISLAMIC CALL TO PRAYER PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS)

Looks like they interrogated them

and dumped the bodies here.

Echo Two, give me a sitrep.

(OVER RADIO) No sign of alpha target. Moving location.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING IN FARSI INSIDE BUILDING)

Contact, building two, ground floor.

(OVER RADIO) Bravo Six, hold on breach.

(OVER RADIO) Roger that. Breaching now.

Delta, Echo, hustle. Double time.

Bravo's on location. Goddamn it, Bravo Six,

I said, hold on breach!

Drop your gun.

I said, drop your gun!

All right.

Take it easy.

What do you want?

Helicopter. Now!

(OVER RADIO) On location. Building two.

And tell them to back off!

Alpha One, stand down. We got this situation handled.

Roger that. Holding.

If you want a helicopter,

you gotta give me a phone.

- There. - Where?

There.

(OVER RADIO) Bravo Six in sight. Alpha target secure.

Why do these flights always feel so long?

That's what we fight for, guys.

Oh, man, I need to get home.

No mission too difficult, no sacrifice too great!

Duty first!

That's it! To the hangar.

Boss, I'll take that for you.

You think someday...

just once, you could come back in the same shape you left?

You don't like my scars?

I don't mind the scars.

I just don't like the stories they tell.

You know the funny thing about the stories they tell?

Is they all end the same.

I always come home.

Just saying,

at some point,

your body can't do this forever.

Are you questioning what my body can and can't do?

Well, maybe I just need a little reeducation.

Baby?

- (FAUCET SQUEAKS) - (WATER STOPS)

Oh, shit.

Gina.

What's your problem?

You all right, mate?

Yeah.

(TALKING HEADS' "PSYCHO KILLER" PLAYING ON RADIO)

Never gets old.

- Who are you? - Who am I?

I'm the bloke that ruined your vacation.

Name's Martin Axe.

So that's one for you. Now one for me.

Who tipped you off about the hostages in Mombasa?

Right, yeah.

I thought you might clam up.

That's why I brought a little extra motivation.

Look who it is.

Who's that? - (WHISPERS) Gina.

Hey.

She has nothing to do with this.

Once again, then.

Who tipped you off?

I don't know, man.

That's not my job. I go where they point me.

Can she handle all six inches?

Why am I asking you, eh?

Hey, look at me.

Look at me!

I don't... I can't answer because I don't know.

If I knew, I would tell you!

I don't know!

You could ask me anything, anything else,

but this I can't tell you because I don't know.

Yeah, I believe you.

Ray. Ray. Ray.

- Ray. - It's gonna be okay.

Bad news, baby.

It's not gonna be okay.

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

("PSYCHO KILLER" CONTINUES PLAYING QUIETLY)

Oh, you're nothing.

You don't even exist anymore.

I swear, I will find you and end you!

You should kill me now

because you won't have a second chance.

I promise you.

- (KNOB CLICKS) - (MUSIC SHUTS OFF)

Thanks for the advice.

Commence bioelectrical charge.

Seventy-five percent.

Full cycle.

Project Bloodshot procedure log,

transfusion complete.

Subject awake and is stable.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

Hey, hey, hey, look at me. You're okay.

It's gonna be fine. It's okay.

Where am I?

Awake and cognitive.

This is... This is phenomenal.

Do I know you guys?

I don't think so. Welcome to RST,

Rising Spirit Technologies. I'm Dr. Emil Harting.

This is my facility and my colleague, KT.

- Katie. - Initials, KT.

Will you look at me, please?

Dilation looks good. No sign of sub-macular hemorrhaging.

There's no redness. Very clear.

All right, what happened to me? What am I doing here?

Tell me, do you remember anything?

Anything's kind of broad, don't you think?

Of course. Let's keep it simple.

What about your name, rank, serial number?

Of course.

My name is...

Rank, serial number?

Yes, your body was donated by the U.S. military.

My body?

It was either us or Arlington, I'm afraid.

Arlington, doc?

I got some scars, but I'm not ready for the cemetery.

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this,

but you got yourself killed.

Okay.

I'll play along.

But if I died...

somebody's waiting for me to call them.

Somebody must be waiting for me to come home.

Uh...

It's difficult for me to tell you this. Um...

More difficult than telling someone they died?

- Um... - Well, the military