6 Underground

Rovach is leaving with a guard.

What if I told you...

I know what happens when you die?

You become a ghost...

trapped in a shadowland.

A world of whispers,

invisible except to other ghosts.

Orphaned,

unable to return to those you loved.

But with loneliness...

comes freedom...

...to go where you please.

Do what you want.

Ghosts have one power above all others:

to haunt the living.

Haunt them...

for what they've done.

345-Tango-Tango.

Tango-Tango, we have engine failure.

Shit, shit, shit!

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

Going down!

This is the day I died three years ago...

as far as anyone else knows.

There was no eulogy. No wake.

I became a ghost.

But this isn't where the story really starts. No, no.

That was four months ago, on my team's first mission.

And that was a glorious clusterfuck.

- It didn't fucking work! - One? Five for One.

God, I hate these numbers.

- They're for your own safety. - Get in the car.

She's, uh, she's bleeding.

- I'm aware. - Drive!

Gonna smoke these motherfuckers!

They're shooting at us!

Go, go, go!

- We're gonna need a hospital. - Getting a little tense in here.

Where did the guys come from?

- You said you were covering the door. - I was covering the door.

- You were shot through a window! - Such an amateur show.

- Oh, an amateur show? - Yeah!

I know, you got shot through the window. God, that's so bad.

What lawyer has this many guards?

You're definitely gonna die.

I don't know, a lawyer with friends in high places.

- Mafia friends or something. - Mafia?

The point is we got this. That's all that matters.

- Yeah. What's that? - It's... It's disturbing.

Gonna hurt, okay?

I'm gonna go in really deep and find that bullet.

No, no, no. Don't. No, you're not gonna put that in her.

Oh, I'm in. Feel that?

- Shit. - Oh, God. There it goes.

Oh, that's so gross.

- Oh, I'm gonna yak. - We got a tail.

Stop playing with your fucking gun, and let me work.

Shut up. You wanna die?

Hey, I think they got us. You wanna...

Yeah, here we go. Hang on.

Okay.

It's a little tight.

Watch out!

What did you guys do in there? Why are you covered in blood?

The head, neck, and face are very vascular, so it's a lot of blood.

Oh, please tell me you didn't kill a mafia guy in Italy!

Fuck... off.

No.

I'm trying to help you here.

And anything beyond a simple "yes" is gonna just super suck for your face.

Look, your client is a half-wit, fuckstain war criminal.

Why are you protecting him?

My client has never ordered any gas attacks.

No, he's ordered the four generals that work for him to order the gas attacks.

Just get him on the phone.

Let's just fucking get nuts.

What do you say?

Client privilege.

You're gonna be a pirate.

- This is getting blood on my car. - Shut up!

There's a BMW chasing us.

Can I take a moment to thank you?

There is nothing else I'd rather be doing with my life.

I don't care.

Go, go!

Whoo!

Oh, nuns, of course.

They'll forgive me.

What the fuck?

Watch out for that...

Ohhh...

Oh, I so had the right of way.

You hit one more person, and I'm walking.

- You hear that? - A lot of backseat-driving going on.

Nice call on the Day-Glo green.

- Is it too flashy? - Blends into the Italian architecture.

- What, you don't like this color? - Baby, baby!

Baby... Baby... Baby...

No, no, no, no! Puppies!

Fuck!

She's fine. She's fine.

Uh, he's got a gun.

- Move! - What?

- Jesus! Shoot him! - Go get him!

Do it!

She okay?

- She's lost a shit ton of blood. - This isn't a shit ton.

Oh, it's leaking under my seat!

I am judge of what's a shit ton. You see? Blood. Red.

Can you just staunch it or whatever the fuck you call it?

I can actually hear it pumping out.

She squirted.

- That was literal... She squirted. - That's a lot of blood!

Tell me that didn't go in your mouth.

Guess this happens when you try to steal a whole country. Right, One?

Yeah, we could have used a warm-up mission.

Yeah, that's my problem. I'm just getting warmed up.

Oh! Fuck!

Oh!

Why is everyone on a fucking Vespa?

Whoa.

God, I love Italy.

I'm starting to feel it.

I'm feeling fucking carsick.

One for Four?

Yeah, go for Four.

We need you.

'Course you need me.

I'm here.

Remind me, where the fuck is "here?"

"Here" here. Like, here?

Specificity.

Here. Right effin' here!

Top of the Duomo, like we talked about.

Look up.

Where you going?

Oh, shit.

Coming down.

I see you.

Punch up. Pit maneuver!

Right over you!

Coming north. Down on Via de... Via de...

There's so many fucking vias in Italy.

Wrong way!

Come back. I've got an idea.

Round the corner.

That's it. Keep coming, keep coming.

Six, you see that?

- That's called "skill." - Oh!

Who knew the optic nerve was so long?

Surprised his asshole didn't come with it.

This isn't gonna work. Pull over there.

Ah! What the fuck, dude?

- Aargh! No! - Okay. Don't...

Don't you squish it, you motherfucker!

- Grab it! Got it? - I'm fucking serious!

- You squish it, the mission's over! - Get it!

- Dude, come on! - Got it!

- Oh, fuck me! - Got it!

- Toss it! Toss it! - Keep your goddamn eye on the road!

This is so stressful.

- Whose eye is that? - It's... It's the lawyer's.

- Did you just scoop it out, or... - God, no! I didn't scoop it out.

Two did.

Okay, here we go.

All right.

Okay. All of Rovach's transmissions.

Gonna lead us straight to the four generals.

- I'm getting light-headed. - You're not the one holding it.

You got the generals? Can I go?

Cop.

- Cop. - Don't you move.

There's a cop looking right at us.

Go, guy. Go, go, go, go!

You gotta lose that police chopper.

Where is the bathroom?

Where is the bathroom?

Where is the bathroom?

Buongiorno, Uno.

Yeah, hey. Shit's gone... We're super fucked.

Well, I could probably point you to il bagno.

Whatever. Four needs an Uber.

Way ahead of you, papi.

Buongiorno, Quattro.

Go, go, go!

I'm gonna send new exfil.

As soon as we get clear, lose the chopper. Can you do that?

- Lose the chopper? - "Can I lose the chopper?"

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Shit! Shit! - Fucking drive!

You fucking drive!

Get down.