Bloodshot

Go for comms, Delta Two. Sitrep.

Ain't looking good, LT. Soup sandwich in here.

Four hostages down.

Looks like they interrogated them and dumped the bodies here.

Echo Two, give me a sitrep.

No sign of alpha target. Moving location.

Contact, building two, ground floor.

Bravo Six, hold on breach.

Roger that. Breaching now.

Delta, Echo, hustle, 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! - 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.

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?

Oh, shit.

Gina.

What's your problem?

You all right, mate?

Yeah.

Never gets old.

- Who are you? - Who am 17?

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? - 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.

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.

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.

It's difficult for me to tell you this.

More difficult than telling someone they died?

Well, the military only anonymously donates remains of soldiers

who weren't claimed by family.

Sorry.

Sometimes you just got to rip off the Band-Aid.

Helps to get through the pain a bit quicker.

But you don't need a history to have a future.

Listen to me.

You're the first we've successfully managed to bring back.

And it has worked beautifully.

You have been given something that nobody else has.

A second chance.

A second chance.

Ain't what I was expecting.

What are we doing out here, doc?

RST focuses on rebuilding the most important asset in the U.S. military,

soldiers just like yourself.

We are explorers on a new frontier.

We develop everything from exoskeletal reconstruction,

which makes soldiers faster and stronger,

to neural prosthetics, which enhance the way they react.

But you, my friend,

you are the proof that we are leading the way

in the greatest human advancement of all time.

Come, I'll show you.

- May I? - Yeah, sure.

The hell, doc?

Holy shit.

Let me explain.

If you would place your hand here, please.

Now, look at this.

Now, what the hell are those things?

Biomechanical constructs.

We call them "nanites."

They intuitively enhance your biology.

Most notably, they react very quickly to catastrophic injury,

rebuilding damaged tissue.

So those are in my blood?

They are your blood.

We had some success applying them to single organ systems.

We thought it was time to try a full-body transfusion.

Of course, you did.

And just like our own bodies need calories, the nanites need their own energy.

And this lab supplies that.

Obviously, the more effort they make, the more energy they consume.

What's that glow?

That's heat being generated by the nanites battling malignant cancer,

trying to save that mouse.

The mouse that just died?

Admittedly, some of the early results were suboptimal.

Maybe we should fast-forward to the optimal part.

That's you. You're the optimal part.

Because now we have the ability to recharge when they're running low.

Why can't I remember anything about me?

Because of who you were and what you did.

- Sadly, everything about you is classified. - And that was all in your past.

This is your future.

Listen, when I was a boy, I was a tennis champion.

And then when I was 15, I got cancer, and they took my arm within six months.

Instead of dwelling on what I'd lost, I chose to focus on who I could become.

And so now, when a soldier loses his arm, he gets a better one.

This is our rehab facility,

where patients come to test the limits of their augmentations.

You've already met KT, ex-Navy swimmer.

She was part of a rescue deployment in Syria during a chemical attack.

One laryngotracheal reconstruction later

and she now breathes through a clavicle-mounted respirator.

Makes her totally immune to inhalants.

Tibbs here graduated from Fort Benning, top of his class.

He became one of the Army's most successful marksmen

until an Iraqi mortar took his sight.

We've since remedied that with ocular prosthetics.

Gear-mounted camera arrays feed directly into his optic nerves.

- Which means now he sees... - Everything.

Welcome to the circus.

And finally, Jimmy Dalton, ex-Navy SEAL.

Jimmy lost both his feet to an Afghan IED, so we engineered him a new set.

- Part of Team Six. Took out bin Laden. - You and every other Navy SEAL.

So we're wounded warriors.

Not wounded.