The Insurrection

This is Joan Schaffer.

By the time this video goes public, I'll be dead.

I'll have been murdered.

And my death will be made to look like an accident

or a suicide.

All because I exposed the following.

Sir?

My name is Dakota.

I was sent to pick you up?

I'm supposed to escort you.

Sir?

Hello sir.

My employer paid your bail

and she needs to see you right away.

Sir?

Excuse me?

Hey what-- (gasps).

What do you want?

- What the hell are you doing, get off of me.

We're the ones who paid your bail!

Bullshit!

Bail was denied in my case.

My employer has special dispensation,

she called in favor to get you out.

All she wants is to talk to you.

This sounds like a setup to me.

It's not.

The law only applies to whom

those above us say it applies to.

Blondie, you better start making sense.

- My employer is a part of what you lower classes

call The Illuminati or whatever you people call them.

She's a part of the ruling elite

and was able to call in a favor to get you out.

Why me?

She needs protection but can't call in

any of her normal operatives.

- So your boss lady settles on me because of what?

I'm close by?

- She got you out of what was going to be a life sentence,

does anything else matter?

Fuck off!

Honky motherfucker.

Don't tell me what to do.

Come here, baby.

I'll take good care of you.

It's okay, I'm fine, thank you.

We had a misunderstanding, it's cleared up now.

Please.

Leave.

- So this white bread can damn near kill you?

But I gotta go because I'm black.

Right?!

- Your skin color has nothing to do with it,

it's the fact that you're threatening us with a baseball bat

and you have a gun.

So this is it, your race is pecker-wood?

You're dying to call me nigger, ain't you?

Maybe.

I don't want a murder charge upgraded to a hate crime.

Motherfuck (yells)!

No, don't!

Come with me before they take you back to jail!

C'mon!

Pull over, let me use your phone.

Please.

Hello?

Hello?

Son?

It's Dad.

- Why is this call not coming from jail?

I got out.

(scoffs) What, did you escape?

No.

Can I come see you?

- (sighs) That's not a good idea, Pop.

I got a lot going on.

I heard I'm a grandfather.

You married?

(sighs) Yeah.

That's great.

Hey, look.

Now isn't really a good time, I gotta go.

Wait.

Do you...

Do you remember that day we were playing with your army toys

in the backyard, just you and me?

That was the best day we ever had together.

- (laughs quietly) It was the only day

we ever had together.

Are you going to warn them about the virus?

They wouldn't believe me.

Now, hold that camera in place. Like this.

Maybe you should.

Should what? Tell them that the elites

are going to use a plague crisis to trick

the masses into allowing a tyrannical world government to form?

No Francisco, they’ll think I'm crazy.

I'm a CEO in the entertainment industry and

I'm going to focus on exposing the secrets

from my area of expertise only.

Okay.

Thats the proximity alert. Probably just Dakota.

He's armed.

- Yeah Francisco, but everything's fine, just don't ask.

This way.

Wait here.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You're very direct, Sergeant Major.

My name is Joan.

Welcome.

You remain armed.

How industrious.

Maybe you are the one I need.

For what?

To keep me alive.

How long?

A technical mind.

I like that too.

I'm starting to feel more secure around you already.

I need you to protect me for a week or so.

Long enough for me to do some interviews.

Who's coming for you?

My associates.

They will send assassins.

Until they get me.

Ultimately, I won't survive.

They are well funded.

At the top of political power.

They'll eventually kill me.

I work for a secret entity.

In your point of view,

there's no point of comparison.

You can't escape?

Correct.

How soon?

- I have an interview scheduled for tomorrow.

A live broadcast.

Once they hear the secrets I reveal about them,

they'll send assassins.

I had an

accident affect me last week.

Which makes them suspect me.

They may already have the first assault en route.

How many?

First, they’ll send a specialist.

One who can make it look like I

committed suicide or overdosed on some drug.

The specialist will be accompanied by an armed gunman.

And when they don't return?

- Next, they would send the military contractors,

no pretenses.

And the clean up crew would be cast to

create an acceptable narrative for the media

to explain my demise.

How many men in that assault?

Not sure.

I've never even heard of anybody

surviving the first assault.

I just know the procedures.

I'll probably be killed at that point.

I'll pay you.

The first million is at your right in that bag.

Then another million after you fend off the first attack.

And an additional million after every attack

you successfully deflect.

I know who you are.

And why they wanted to kill you.

You have been wronged.

I can make it right.

All I ask in return is that you do what you do best.

What say you, Sergeant Major?

Will you stand with me?

To the death.

One last instruction.

My two assistants aren't targets.

If it comes down to them,

keep them safe at all costs, even above mine.

I'm expendable, they are not.

This is Francisco.

And this safe house is his facility.

They'll eventually find me here but

luckily Francisco is an ex-Navy commander and

as paranoid as they come, this safe house is defensible.

That's why I'm here.

The entire area has motion sensors.

I have spikes to stop all vehicles two miles away.

All incursions will be infantry?

Affirmative.