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Civil War (2024) | Transcript

In the near future, a group of war journalists attempt to survive while reporting the truth as the United States stands on the brink of civil war.
Kirsten Dunst in Civil War (2024)

Civil War (2024)
Genre: War, Action, Drama
Director: Alex Garland
Stars: Kirsten Dunst, Wagner Moura, Cailee Spaeny, Stephen McKinley Henderson, Nelson Lee

Plot: A journey across a dystopian future America, following a team of military-embedded journalists as they race against time to reach DC before rebel factions descend upon the White House.

* * *

(CLEARS THROAT)

We are now closer than we’ve ever been.

We are now closer than we have ever been to victory.

Some…

Some are already calling it the greatest…

(CLEARS THROAT) Some are already calling it the greatest victory in the history of mankind.

Some are calling it already…

We are closer than we have ever been to victory.

Some are already calling it the greatest victory in the history of military campaigns.

Today, I can announce that the so-called Western Forces of Texas and California have suffered a great loss.

A very great defeat at the hands of the fighting men and women of the United States military.

The people of Texas and California

should know that they will be welcomed back

to these United States

as soon as their illegal secessionist government is deposed.

I can also confirm that the Florida alliance has failed in its attempt to force the brave people of the Carolinas into joining the insurrection.

Citizens of America, we are now closer than ever to a historic victory.

As we eliminate the final pockets of resistance,

God bless you all and God Bless America.

(DISTANT EXPLOSION)

(LIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOVEFINGERS PLAYING)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN: Give us some water! Give us some water!

We’ve been waiting for two hours.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PEOPLE (CHANTING): We want water!

My baby!

JOEL: Lee.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING)

No!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

WOMAN: You all right?

WOMAN: Help!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

LEE: Here, here.

You okay?

I’m fine.

What?

What?

You’re Lee Smith?

(CHUCKLES) This is crazy.

Take this.

Oh, no, I can’t do that.

Take it and put it on.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Thank you so much.

WOMAN: Run!

(CAMERA CLICKS)

You woke up in Des Moines, Iowa.

And he’s wearing my wedding ring.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey!

Jesus. The wifi is fucking slow.

The word I’m getting, it’s July 4th.

The word you’re getting.

Like everyone in this room hasn’t already heard his bullshit.

July 4th, Sam.

The optics are irresistible.

The Western Forces are stopped 120 miles from D.C.

The Florida Alliance aren’t far south of that.

The WF wasn’t stopped. They stalled.

They lost their supply lines.

What is the race to Berlin?

There’s no coordination between the secessionists.

You watch.

As soon as D.C. falls, they’ll turn on each other.

LEE: Really?

SAM: It’s every night this week.

Ugh.

SAM: They’ll switch to the generator.

Upload was almost done.

So where you kids headed tomorrow?

Staying in New York a while or venturing out?

Fuck you.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on, Joe.

So you can beat us there?

I couldn’t beat you in a brisk walk.

We’re going to D.C., Sammy.

Tomorrow morning, first thing.

Yeah, front line, I figured.

No, no, not the frontline.

D.C.

What?

I’m gonna photograph the president.

Joe’s gonna interview.

Photograph and interview the president?

In D.C.?

That’s the idea.

What the fuck are you talking about? Are you serious?

(SCOFFS)

They shoot journalists on the side in the capital.

They literally see us as enemy combatants.

Not a single interview in 14 months.

And how are you gonna do this?

We get there before anyone else does.

You think there’s a rush

to get executed on the soft lawn?

Sam, July 4th, July 10th.

Westcoast Forces, fuckin’

Heartland Maoists, it’s all the same.

D.C. is falling and the President is dead inside the…

Interviewing him is the only story left.

It’s not a story if it never gets filed.

Lee, can I please talk you out of this bullshit?

What do you think the route’s gonna be like?

There’s nothing direct.

The interstates have vaporized. And you can’t get anywhere near Philly.

So you gotta go west, maybe as far as Pittsburgh.

Then circle in from West Virginia.

You already had that route all figured out, huh, Sammy?

Yeah, okay, I was kind of looking to get down there myself.

Knew it.

Not D.C.

I don’t want a piece of your suicide pact.

I want Charlottsville, frontline.

Sam.

SAM: Hear me out.

Just ’cause I’m a rival news outlet…

JOEL: You’re not a fucking rival.

You think I care if you fight with whatever’s left

of The New York Times?

You’re worried I’m too old.

Can’t move quick enough.

Aren’t you?

Sure.

Yes.

But…

You’re gonna make me explain why I have to be there?

If it’s the frontline you want, half the press in this room are gonna be heading there

within 24 hours.

You want me to walk around this flipping room begging for a ride?

(EXHALES)

I’m gonna finish the upload upstairs and pass out.

Hopefully it’ll be time by the time I wake up.

(SIGHS)

My vote,

if Sammy wants a ride, I’m good with it.

You two figure it out.

Thank you, Lee.

Yeah, thank you, Lee.

Make me the bad guy.

MAN: Ma’am, just a warning.

If you take the elevator, we do sometimes have power cuts

which might mean a delay in your journey.

A delay?

We offer the option to use the stairs.

I’m on the tenth floor.

Your choice, ma’am.

(SIGHS)

JESSIE: Miss Smith?

Hey, it’s me.

Do you remember me from earlier?

Yeah. How did you know I was…

I didn’t mean to, like, stalk, but, um,

I know a lot of the press use this hotel.

And, um, I wanted to say thanks.

And I want to give you this back.

Oh, no. It’s okay, keep it.

But…

Keep it.

And buy a helmet.

And some Kevlar, okay,

if you’re planning on attending more stuff like that.

I am, yeah, going to.

I’m a photographer and I wanna be a war photographer actually.

By the way, you have the same name as my hero.

Lee Miller.

She was one of the first photo journalists

into Dacau.

Do you know her stuff?

Yeah, I know who Lee Miller is.

Of course.

But I want to say that you’re also one of my heroes.

And you’ve got the same name too.

Wow.

Thank you. I’m in good company.

What’s your name?

Jessie.

Jessie Collin.

So, Jessie, I’ve gotta walk up ten flights of stairs.

But, if I ever see you again,

you better be wearing Kevlar and not fluorescent.

You bet.

(INDISTINCT MUSIC AND LAUGHTER)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

A word.

LEE: What the fuck is that girl doing here?

JOEL: Right. So, she came over to the table last night

after you went to bed and we got talking and…

She’s very cool.

And wanted to tag along.

So she’s coming with us?

Lee, you let Sammy tag along.

You think he’s gonna do well running for cover with bullets flying over his head?

LEE: She’s a kid, did you notice that?

JOEL: She’s, like, 23,

and she wants to do what we do. She wants to do what you do.

We had to start one day.

Were you much older than she is now?

Whatever happens, she goes no further than Charlottesville.

All right. Let’s go.

(ROCKET USA PLAYING)

You don’t want to miss this.

Mr. President, do you regret any actions implemented

during your third term in office?

I’m not gonna softball him, Sammy.

In retrospect, Mr. President, do you still think it was wise

to disband the FBI?

Passive aggressive.

Sir, how is your policy evolving in the use of air strikes against American citizens?

(CHUCKLES) Now we’re talking.

Just be sure you get the words out

before the piano wire gets too tight.

There’s a gas station up ahead.

Looks open.

We got over half a tank.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

What do you think?

Any chance to refuel, we should take.

Okay.

MAN 1: Help you, folks?

Just looking for gas.

Y’all look fuel permit.

No, we’re… We’re actually just passing through.

Can’t help, sir.

Sir, if we pay.

I was never gonna give it free.

Over the odds.

What’s over the odds?

Three-hundred.

For half a tank and two cans.

(CHUCKLES)

Three hundred buys you a sandwich.

We got ham or cheese.

Three hundred Canadian.

Okay.

Hey.

Stretching your legs?

Uh, no, I just saw something from the road.

This isn’t going to take long.

Sure.

Are we good?

Yeah, we’re good.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GASPS)

I told her, I don’t mind if she looks.

Who are they?

Looters.

I just met him.

I used to know that guy.

Went to high school together.

He didn’t talk too much.

Much more talkative now.

We’ve been debating what to do with them for two days now.

We go around in circles.

(CHUCKLES)

(COUGHS)

Tell you what.

Why don’t you put us and them out of our misery

and make a call?

I’ll put rounds in them right now.

Or beat ’em up a little more.

Strap them to the front.

We’ll let them go after a couple of days.

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

Flip the coin if you like.

Would you stand with them?

Stand with them?

Yeah.

I’d like to take your picture.

Okay.

Stand over there?

Yeah.

Where do you want me?

Uh, between the two.

MAN: Got you.

I didn’t take a photo.

I didn’t take a single photo.

I didn’t even remember

a camera’s on me. Like, oh, my God, like,

why didn’t I just tell him not to shoot them?

They’re probably gonna kill them anyway.

How do you know?

He doesn’t know,

but that’s besides the point.

Once you start asking yourself those questions, you can’t stop.

So we don’t ask.

We record, so other people ask.

Wanna be a journalist? That’s the job.

SAM: Hey, Lee.

What?

SAM: Back off.

What am I saying that’s wrong?

I’m not saying it’s wrong, she’s just shook up.

Lee doesn’t understand shook up.

Whoa, huh? I’m not being protective of her?

You’re the idiot who let her in this car.

What happened back there is nothing in comparison

to what we’re heading into.

You need to understand…

Shit, she’s crying.

The back seat is both kindergarten

and an old people’s home.

How did this happen?

Lee, what the fuck?

Lee’s right.

I won’t make that mistake again.

PRESIDENT: on the so-called peace summit could only be rejected,

duly rejected by all free thinking Americans.

To the secessionists, I say only this.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.

We stand ready to fulfill the promise of our forefathers,

to the flag, to the nation,

and to God.

Stop here a minute.

This feel like a good place for a toilet break?

Just pull in.

Come with me.

Come with me.

Shoot it.

Shoot the helicopter?

Yeah.

It’s gonna make a good image.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

FE2s.

You don’t see them around much.

Yeah.

They’re my dad’s cameras actually.

No worries, not dead.

He’s…

sitting on his farm in Missouri

pretending like none of this is happening.

Lee,

I’m sorry for jamming my way into your ride, okay?

I know you’re really angry about it,

and I know you think I don’t know shit, but…

I’m not angry about that, Jesse.

I don’t care what you do, or don’t know.

Okay, but you are angry with me.

There is no version of this that isn’t a mistake.

I know, because I’m it.

Joe and Sammy are it.

It’s my choice.

Right.

Then I’ll remember that

when you lose your shit, or you get blown up or shot.

JESSIE: Would you photograph that moment if I get shot?

LEE: What do you think?

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

(DISTANT EXPLOSION)

Every time I survived a war zone,

and got the photo,

I thought I was sending a warning home.

“Don’t do this.”

But here we are.

So it’s existential.

What is?

What’s eating you.

Don’t worry about me, Sammy.

Am I allowed to say I remember you at her age?

And I wasn’t so different?

You weren’t so different.

You think you’re being hard on her,

and I think you’re being hard on yourself.

Okay, Rider.

Damn it, Lee.

Stop.

I’m speaking truth.

And for the record, sure, I’m worried about that girl.

And I’m worried about you too.

What are you worrying about Lee for?

Lee’s lost her faith in the power of journalism.

State of the nation is QED.

I can’t answer to that, Sammy.

But I can tell you,

this gunfire,

is getting me extremely fucking hard.

Look at that shit light up the sky.

LEE: It’s not our story.

Yeah.

But you know, bang bang.

We’re not going anywhere near that in the dark.

But sunup?

If they’re still at it, we’ll take a look.

Cool.

Thanks.

(BOTTLE CLINKS)

(DRUMMING FINGERS)

Action tomorrow.

We’re going down there?

Yeah.

But not you.

You’re gonna…

You’re gonna hang back.

I don’t wanna hang back.

You have to hang back.

I’m not hanging back.

You should see your face.

Stomach doing turns. Right.

You don’t get a minute of sleep tonight.

My advice,

don’t expect to sleep.

That way if you do, it’s a…

It’s a nice surprise.

You’re gonna sleep?

I got a little bit Ativan.

Got plenty. I can give you some if you like.

I know, it’s okay.

Or, I can stay up with you.

Keep you company.

No, I…

I don’t wanna be a burden or whatever.

You sure?

But seriously,

if you do get freaked out or something, just wake me up.

It’s not nice being scared alone.

Thanks, Joe.

You bet, doll.

No!

I said surround the building!

No! Fuck!

(SCREAMS)

MAN 1: Come on!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(GUNFIRE)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

MAN 2: Get me the fuck out of here!

I said don’t slice the fucking building!

Got it.

(GUNS FIRING)

Dude, jump in!

Get ready to move.

JOEL: Get the smoke.

I gotta get the fuck out of here!

Fuck!

Slow down!

Count of three. Three, two, one.

MAN 3: Count of three!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

MAN 2: Fuck! Fuck!

MAN 4: You all right?

MAN 1: I’m gonna get him!

MAN 3: Forget him.

Yeah!

Yeah, move it!

You gotta move!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

You gotta get it right now!

MAN 2: Move back!

Move back!

(GRUNTS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(MAN GROANING)

MAN 2: Got you. Hang in. Stay over there.

(MAN CONTINUES GROANING)

MAN 2: Fuck! Give me gauze.

(JESSIE PANTING)

(DISTANT GROANS)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

(MAN GROANING)

(MAN CRYING)

I need help.

(SAY NO GO PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

JOEL: Holy fucking shit!

What a fucking rush!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You’re press?

JOEL: Yes, ma’am.

IDs.

Okay. Are you guys staying the night?

Yeah, just one.

Park over there.

There’s a canteen where you can eat.

And no tents available.

Thanks, ma’am.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

JOEL: You look good.

GIRL: Eight, nine, ten.

LEE: Hey, get in there.

JOEL: I’m gonna show these kids…

Check this out. Okay!

Left, right.

LEE: Here you go. (CHUCKLES)

JOEL: Yeah.

Your turn, son.

BOY: Hey, wait up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LEE: Brought you something.

JESSIE: Thanks.

LEE: Don’t forget to eat.

JESSIE: Yeah, I’m starving.

I’ll eat once I handle this.

Developing negs on the road.

Yeah, I got myself a pretty neat travel kit.

I’m impressed.

Want to know the secret of getting the developer just right?

LEE: Hmm.

Body temperature.

Smart.

Thank you.

So how about you tell me the story of how you became a photo journalist?

You don’t know?

I thought I was one of your heroes.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I do.

When you were in college, you took the motherfucking

legendary photo of the Antifa massacre.

Then you became the youngest ever magnum photographer.

That would be my Wikipedia page.

What’s missing from it?

I don’t know. A lot.

Well, that’s gotta sit here for ten minutes.

So you might as well expand a little.

What about your folks?

Well, actually they’re on a farm too.

Oh?

Except, Colorado.

Also pretending this isn’t happening.

No shit.

Hey, these are dry.

You should check them out.

Sure.

Still need a phone even though you can’t get a signal.

I don’t want you to see these.

Um…

They’re not even in focus. Like… (CHUCKLES)

Exposure is all wrong.

Just keep looking.

Figure the strike rate for keepers is 30 to one.

It’s a great photo, Jessie.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Did we just drive through a time portal?

It’s a twilight zone.

(DOOR DINGS)

Hey there. Welcome.

Feel free to look around.

Hey.

Out of interest,

are you guys aware there’s like

a pretty huge civil war going on

all across America.

Oh, sure, but,

we just try to stay out.

Stay out?

With what we see on the news, seems like it’s for the best.

Yeah.

Well, let me know if you want to try anything on.

Thanks.

Lee.

Mm.

(SCOFFS)

What?

You’re so war torn, you can’t try on a dress?

Jesus.

When you haven’t seen yourself in the mirror…

in a few days.

Oh, my God. Shut the fuck up.

Turn around. I want to take your photo.

No.

Come on.

Yes.

You’re gonna take the photo?

You told me not to rush.

Yeah, but there’s a sweet spot, and you’re missing it.

No one will miss your sweet spot.

Well, no, that was not the moment.

Okay.

One more.

Lee.

Yes.

You’re pretty when you smile.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

There you go.

JOEL: Hey.

How about this?

Yeah, nice.

Not gonna take a picture?

Right.

You know what, though, running a little low on film.

You’re mean.

I’m out.

(DOOR DINGS)

I’m gonna go try this on.

You actually bought something?

She did.

She’s paying now.

(INHALES)

So weird.

This place is like everything I’d forgotten.

Funny.

I was thinking it felt like everything I remembered.

Look at the tops of the buildings.

Be subtle.

Wouldn’t have suited us anyway, Lee.

We’d have gotten bored.

PRESIDENT ON RADIO: I remain ready to accept the full…

and unconditional surrender of the secessionist forces.

Deliberate the people of the subjugated states

and start rebuilding our great nation.

SAM: Enough of this shit.

Words might as well be random.

What do you think he’ll actually say

if I do get a microphone over to him?

Not much.

The ones that get taken, Qaddafi, Mussolini, Ceausescu.

They’re always lesser men than you think.

At the end, they let you down, Joe.

Just as long as he isn’t dead before I get there.

Hold up.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

There was a turn off three or four miles back.

Maybe we should turn around, take another route.

Can you see anything?

No.

JOEL: Nothing, no shapes, no movement, nothing.

No.

Okay. I’m gonna drive forward, I think.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Should I keep going?

(GUNSHOTS)

Shit!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

Where you going?

Sammy.

Don’t be such a hotshot.

Just keep your head down.

No shit.

You want to try drivin’ on?

This guy’s a good shot.

(GUNSHOTS)

Hey.

What’s going on?

Someone in that house,

they’re stuck.

We’re stuck.

Who do you think they are?

Hmm.

No idea.

Hey.

We’re press.

Cool.

Now I understand why it’s written on the side of your vehicle.

Are you WF? Who’s givin’ you orders?

(SIGHS) No one’s giving us orders, man.

Someone’s trying to kill us.

We’re trying to kill them.

You don’t know what side they’re fighting for?

Oh, I get it.

You’re retarded.

You don’t understand a word I say.

Yo!

What’s over there in that house?

Someone shooting.

Guys.

Shut the fuck up.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING SOFTLY)

(GUNSHOT)

I got good news.

Why don’t you put your head down then?

Thank you, Sammy. I’m good.

Take it from an old hand.

Sleep any chance you get.

You never know what’s coming around the next corner.

Yeah, all right.

(SIGHS)

Sammy.

What?

Got a car comin’ up on us pretty fast.

What do you think?

I don’t know. Maybe they’re just in a hurry.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, they’re in a hurry, all right.

He smoked his tires on the last corner.

Okay.

Well, we’re not gonna outrun anyone in this thing.

So slow down a little, Lee.

Let ’em pass.

LEE: Roger that.

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)

Don’t look out at ’em.

They just roll on by.

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)

(HONKING)

Oh, shit. They keep going.

(HONKING)

(LAUGHS)

(CONTINUES HONKING)

What the fuck?

Tony?

Fuck you!

What the fuck!

How are you guys doing?

You just scared the shit out of me.

Good. That was the idea.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I don’t know, Joe. What are you doing here?

JOEL: Fuck you!

Fuck you!

God, small world.

Small world, my ass. They were following us.

Did you tell them where we were headed back in New York?

Fuck no.

Hey, Tony, did Joe tell you where we were going back in New York?

I don’t know, Lee. He was pretty drunk

when he was hitting on that girl you got on the back seat.

Oh…

You’re a dick.

Look, I must’ve been so wasted.

Lee, I’m done with Bohai.

He’s not good company. He drives like a maniac.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

Dude, what are you doing?

I come over to your car.

LEE: Tony!

Dude.

Are you fucking crazy, Tony?

Dude…

Keep the car steady.

No! Fuck!

(LAUGHS) Don’t worry. I’ve done this before.

What the fuck!

TONY: Keep the car steady, Lee.

Give me a hand.

Get out of here. Fucking mad.

JOEL: You’re crazy.

No way. That’s so fucking…

I gotta do it.

What?

I’m doing it.

SAM: Jesus, Lee.

Don’t turn the wheel.

My new passenger. Much better, much better.

Pull over.

Bye bye, Tony. Bye bye. See you in Washington.

Fuck you!

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)

(LAUGHS) I told you he drives like a maniac.

Where did they go?

This feel funny?

Where did your guy go, Tony?

He’s just fucking around, that’s all.

I don’t want him fuckin’ around.

I want Jessie back in this car.

Relax, Lee.

He’s just showing how fast he can drive.

The girl’s fine.

How the fuck do you know if she’s fine?

Can you see her?

(HORN BLARING)

Whoa!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

JOEL: Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Shit.

(INAUDIBLE)

(SIGHS)

We need to go down there. Now.

If we go down there, they’re going to kill us.

No.

Those aren’t government forces.

Not up here.

We got our press passes.

We’re cool.

Those people do not want to be seen doing what they’re doing.

Tell us, Lee.

(LEE PANTING)

They’re talking.

They’re probably just giving them a scare.

They killed all the people in that fucking truck.

They could’ve killed the whole town,

but they will stop now?

Who knows where those bodies are from?

Are the bodies in uniform?

No, they’re not.

I’m going down.

I’m coming with you.

Me too.

I’m telling you every instinct in me says

this is death, okay? Death.

You stay. You stay ’cause you’re old and you can’t run.

Fuck it.

Shit.

Fuck this.

Just doing the talking.

Yeah.

Okay.

MAN 1: White, there’s one hung up in there.

JOEL: Hey!

Hey, guys.

What’s happening?

Guess there’s some kind of misunderstanding here.

MAN 2: Yeah?

JOEL: Yes, sir.

Those two guys over there,

they’re my colleagues.

What kind of colleagues?

Journalists, sir.

We’re actually just… We’re passing through.

Passing through to where?

Charlottsville.

Charlottsville?

What’s in Charlottsville?

Good hiking.

I hear.

Actually we are…

No, we’re covering the university campus there.

They started the new program.

They are re-opening the school,

which is a surreal feel good story.

Mm-hmm.

And I guess we all need that.

Right?

Yeah.

This guy is your colleague?

Yeah.

This guy here?

Yes, he’s my…

(GUNSHOT)

That guy?

(PANTING)

Sir.

(TONY SOBBING)

Just…

Just what?

Just what?

You know what?

This… Just, please.

What?

Just, please.

Sir, please.

Please. Sure.

Yes, speak.

Let us…

We’re American journalists.

You told me that already.

Okay, we…

We work for Reuters.

Reuters doesn’t sound American.

(STUTTERS) It’s a news agency.

I know what Reuters is.

Sir. Okay.

I’m just saying…

Just saying, just what?

We’re American, okay?

Okay.

What kind of American are you?

Central American, South American?

What?

Florida.

Florida?

Central?

(SNIFFLES)

What about you? Where are you from?

(WHIMPERING)

Tell him, Jessie.

Missouri.

Missouri?

The “Show-Me” state, right?

Yes.

You know what they call it?

Yes.

Why do they call it the “Show-Me” state?

I don’t know.

You don’t know?

(CHUCKLES)

It’s American.

It is American. 100 percent.

(JESSIE SNIFFLES)

What about you? Where are you from?

Colorado.

Colorado.

Colorado, Missouri.

That’s what I’m talking about.

It’s American.

(JESSIE SOBBING)

Who is this guy hiding over here?

Hey. Buddy.

(SOBBING)

What’s your deal? Where are you from?

Huh?

Where are you from?

What?

You can’t speak? Are you mute?

You can’t speak English?

Yes, you can? Yes, you can.

Okay.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

You open your mouth and tell me where you’re from.

Just make sure it’s clear fucking English.

Okay?

Where are you from?

I’m from… I’m from Hong Kong.

Oh, China?

(GRUNTS)

China.

(JESSIE SOBBING)

JESSIE: No!

MAN 2: What?

You stop it, okay?

Stop?

No, no, no!

Who the fuck…

Stop it!

Who do you think you are…

(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)

Get in the car!

Get in the fucking car!

(GRUNTING)

Go, go, go, go!

Go!

(DOORS CLOSING)

(CAR REVVING)

(JESSE SCREAMS)

(MUSIC BUILDING)

(COUGHS)

We gotta stop.

What are you talking about?

I can’t drive.

JOEL: We can’t stop. You gotta fucking drive.

Joe.

I can’t.

He’s been hit. He’s bleeding.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Fuck!

Fuck! Okay, get up.

Get up.

Let’s go.

(CHOKING)

Come on. Let’s go, Sammy.

Okay.

Come on.

(PANTING)

(GURGLING)

(LEE PANTING)

Fuck!

(PANTING)

(MISSILE WHISTLING)

(BREAKERS ROAR PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We just heard about Sammy.

And the other two guys.

Tony. Bohai. Their names.

Lee, I’m really sorry. I know what he was to you.

It’s so fucked up.

Oh, it’s so fucked up.

It’s so fucked up.

Now you wait until you hear what these two embattled motherfuckers have to say.

Joe, I’m just trying to talk to Lee about Sammy.

I know. Yeah, I heard. Your condolences means a lot.

Now just tell her.

We loved Sammy, everyone did.

(SCOFFS)

Thank you, Anya.

Fuck. The Western Forces are moving to D.C.

Earlier today, the government, military, basically surrendered.

Yeah, that’s true.

This is the only protection now.

Few do or die soldiers, handful of secret service.

WF’s gonna roll right in.

So you and I, we’re too late.

We missed the story.

And Sammy didn’t even die for anything good.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)

JESSIE: Where’s Joe?

Processing.

Me, too.

Hardly knew Sammy compared to you, but…

Yeah, you knew him.

The man you were with, that’s who he was.

It may sound fucked up,

but there are so many ways

that it could’ve ended for him.

And a lot of them were worse.

He didn’t want to quit.

These last few days,

I’ve never been scared like that before.

And I’ve never felt more alive.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN 1: Sniper!

MAN 1: Man down!

Move! Move, move, move!

Danger detection! Move, move, move!

MAN 1: Come here!

MAN 2: Move, move, move!

Lee?

Let’s go!

(PANTING)

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

(GUNS FIRING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

MAN 2: Go, go, go!

WOMAN: Come on. Come on.

MAN 3: Got him, got him, got him.

Go, go, go, go, go! Go! Go!

Get to the back! In position now! Go! Go!

(LEE PANTING)

Fire!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN 4: Come on, stay down. Stay down.

(INDISTINCT ORDERS)

Walk you down.

We’re here to help. What do you need?

WOMAN: We got two over and two on the tower.

I bet we can send a round right through that tower.

Yeah, just fuckin’ do it, do it.

Get back. On me. Drop that bitch.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Lee, get your head down!

What tower? On whose side?

Move, move, move!

Move, move!

WOMAN: Let’s just go, let’s go, let’s go!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Lee, you gotta move, okay?

You have to move. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go!

WOMAN: Get down, get down, get down.

(LEE WHIMPERING)

They’ll fall again. Push it back, push it back.

Get back!

MAN: Staying clear!

MAN 2: Move it! Move it!

JOEL: Fuck, Lee. Let’s move.

MAN 3: Move, move, move.

Move!

Move!

Get over here, now!

WOMAN: Come here!

MAN 4: Let’s go! Go, go, go.

WOMAN: Move, move. Back here, back here.

MAN 5: Kill on the forehead! Kill on the forehead!

I don’t… Keep it going.

Move it. Let’s go. Let’s go.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go now, fast.

Go, go, go!

You’re ready? On my count.

Oh, my God. So fucking close.

Come on, let’s go. Again.

Western Forces have reached the White House perimeter.

The president is now surrounded.

We have…

Just give me a minute. We’re gonna have to go again.

You get new shit?

Lincoln Memorial.

You?

WF rappelling out of a chopper

out on the roof of the fucking Pentagon.

There’s really only one shot go, huh?

You know he’s in there?

MAN: They got intel from the generals that surrendered yesterday.

The president’s right in that fucking building.

Fuck.

What do you hear they’re gonna do with him?

Kill.

No capture.

Whoever gets a fucking gun to his head first.

Hey, Lee!

Don’t be mean about the money shot, huh?

Got the beast.

Two support men right outside.

President’s on the move.

Fuck yeah. He’s bustin’ out.

(CARS REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Vehicle coming through!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Beast, beast, beast!

MAN: I’m going to war!

REPORTER: His vehicle has been stopped…

Go!

by Western forces as it attempted to escape.

He’s not in there.

He’s not in there.

What?

Okay.

Let’s go.

But…

Let’s go, Jessie.

What do you mean? What?

JOEL: Come on! Now!

Follow me. Follow me.

I think POTUS is movin’ out.

Don’t shoot, don’t shoot.

Don’t…

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

This place is empty.

Just stay the fuck out of our way.

(GUNFIRE)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Secret Service agent, Joy Butler.

Drop it.

JOY: I’m unarmed. I’m here to talk.

Take it?

Flood it.

I’m here to negotiate the surrender of the president.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

He’s here.

You the WF?

Take a wild guess.

Can the president be entrusted into your safe care?

Yes, ma’am. We’ll take real good care of him.

Just bring him out here.

We’re not bringing him anywhere until we have agreed terms.

You need to guarantee a safe passage for the president.

And we need extraction to a neutral territory.

We request Greenland or Alaska.

Nah, no terms.

Bring him out here.

MAN: We gotta move, sergeant.

Ma’am, the President is willing…

Gunter! Poi! Jack! Move him!

Come on, get back!

Just go. Go!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Out! Reloading!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get back!

Get back!

Look out!

I got him!

Give it up!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Ready to crash!

Sir!

I’m out. Reloading, reloading.

MAN 3: Press back.

Sir!

Crash it!

Go! Go!

Move it.

Wait! Wait!

Don’t move!

Chief, clear way!

Roger that!

Fuck the cross! Fuck the cross!

Check.

Forward.

Cutter, I’m moving across. I need you to lead us in fire.

Charger, you’re going left.

Follow me. I’m going left. You move when I move.

Copy you!

Guys ready to move?

Ready, ten!

Move! Move back! Move!

Let’s go!

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

You good?

Stay down.

Beacon flare!

Move! You gotta move on!

Move, move, go!

Move it!

Moving.

Ready.

Break out, break out, break out.

Shakir! Shakir! Shakir!

I’m out. Reloading.

Changing.

Perfect crash!

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(PANTING)

JOEL: Wait!

Wait!

(PANTING)

I need a quote.

Don’t let… Don’t let them kill me.

Yeah, that will do.

(DREAM BABY DREAM PLAYING)

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