Tin Soldier

- You good? - You look great.

Thank you, I feel great. How are we looking?

How are we looking on time?

How are we looking on time? We good?

- Yeah, looks like we're on time. - All right, good.

That's good. Please, let's do it.

- Just let me know when you're ready. - And... the lights.

Yeah, I like you just like that.

You like that? All right, good.

We gotta make sure

- we can sell it for the Program. - Oh, yeah, we definitely gonna sell it.

Matter of fact, even if these cameras weren't on, they'd feel it.

That's perfect, yeah.

Do you prefer to be filmed with or without the glasses?

Of course without the glasses. They need to see my eyes.

I'm sincere about this. Could we, please?

Goddammit! Let's just shoot it!

All this back and forth. I got things to do.

- Brad, we good? - Yeah. Excellent.

All right, shades on or off? Off, right?

Gotta see my eyes.

He's coming around now.

All right, all right.

Open up those gates.

Bokushi, they're on time.

Bring the children through Falcon Protocol.

Okay, Shinjas, as rehearsed. Let's go, come on. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Okay.

Hey, what's up? Man, you're early. My guys don't get in till 9:30.

Ah, you know me, baby.

I always get shit done.

Fucking storm, man.

Almost took me down in Twin Falls.

Hail as big as my balls, rocking the whole truck.

That's right, come on. Hurry up.

Sign me up for some more gigs, man.

Hello?

Cancel my order. He knows.

Hello?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Fuck.

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

Stand by.

Stay sharp.

Fuck!

The US trains young men and women how to aim at and kill a stranger.

Sounds harsh, but it's the truth.

We just send these broken warriors home.

We slap a label on them, PTSD,

and we turn our backs.

But they are fractured human beings that we have failed.

Until now. Until the Program.

You see, I was broken.

I had seen the worst of man, but I got tired.

I got tired of popping pills. I got tired of sleeping with my gun.

I got tired of thinking about putting that gun in my mouth.

You see, I'm the proof that we can live again

and the Program works.

The only variable...

is you.

Ah, fuck.

Some days...

I don't know how I keep going.

My mind is filled with things that...

I don't want to remember.

Trauma feeds on you

like a disease.

And then...

even if it's just for a moment...

life is unbearable.

But this wasn't me not letting go of my past.

This was my past not letting go of me.

Federal agents are in an active standoff

with the armed group known as the Program.

Nancy Glass begins our coverage.

Good evening, in just moments,

we're expecting the FBI to hold a press conference.

This is after an HRT team, executing an arrest warrant

for a former high-ranking naval officer,

were met with deadly force.

And for those unfamiliar with the Program,

we've obtained a promotional video shown to new members upon joining.

The US trains young men and women

to aim at and kill strangers.

Should have taken care of him years ago.

And now here we are, 48 hours and it's Waco all over again.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity.

Name's Emmanuel Ashburn.

Hmm, not real friendly, are you?

You're not my friend.

Well, I'm just chatting it up, Sergeant Cavanaugh.

Or should I call you Nash?

Just wanted to have a little talk about your old friend Bokushi over there.

That what this is?

That's usually how it works.

I say something, you say something.

We go back and forth until we run out of things to say, yeah.

Hmm.

Oh. We're there.

The FBI has made it clear

the Bokushi has 48 hours to peacefully surrender,

or federal officers will breach the compound walls.

All right, kids.

I want you to meet your mother

when she was young.

Say something to our kids.

Our kids?

Well, we've known each other like, what, three weeks?

Best three of my life.

All right, I want it on the record that I said it first.

No, off the record.

I love you.

You're drinking again?

Can tell by just looking in my eyes?

I could smell it oozing through your skin.

I'm worried.

About you.

I'm fine. I'm not gonna hurt myself.

Why did you make an appointment today?

VA disability.

Yeah, and, uh, I can't collect without my annual.

You've dealt with a lot of trauma in the war,

and then again when you lost your wife.

But Evoli's death was an accident.

That I caused.

You have to forgive yourself, or you'll never heal.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, come on. Is that any way to greet an old friend?

Don't give me that bullshit. I know you're with that Ashburn guy.

- Affirmative. - Why?

Why? 'Cause I'm a soldier.

The answer is no.

See, I told Ashburn, I told him that's what exactly you were gonna say.

Oh, really? Good, well, you tell Ashburn, you have no clue what you're up against.

No, I got a pretty good idea, okay?

'Cause we had an informer on the inside helping us.

My job was to get the HRT guys in and the poor woman out,

and it got fucked up, okay?

So the Bokushi hung her like a fucking piñata.

I don't want any part of this, you hear me?

Nash, look, you don't have to take orders from me anymore,

but there's something you need to see.

It has to do with Evoli.

That psycho left 'em in a cattle truck, engine running,

before he killed off six FBI agents

and nearly blew me to pieces.

And then he let them go, knowing that the battle was coming home.

And it bought him what? Forty-eight hours?

And not to mention some good publicity.

And this girl, this girl was amongst the kids.

Said she had a message for Shinja Nash.

She asked for me?

You sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why, you know her?

No.

She wasn't even born when I was in the Program.

They said you asked for me.

Are you Shinja Nash?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm Nash.

You were a Shinja?

A disciple of the Bokushi?

Yeah.

I had to find you...

and give you this.

Mama Suki said it was from someone important to you.

"They say that only those who are mentally and spiritually complete

can draw a true Enso."

"This is ours, incomplete, waiting for you."

"It is the ultimate symbol of our love."

"You must close the circle, my love."

"Then you will find the true expression of our hearts...

- for you and I make one Enso." - " One Enso."

Ma-Mama Suki told you to give me this?

She said you would understand.

Just the possibility of her awakened something in me.

Like the first time she appeared in my life,

before the Bokushi's teachings darkened.

When the prospect of redemption still seemed attainable.

My Shinjas!

How you feel, huh?

- I feel like giving out money. - Yeah!

Huh? Can I give out some money? I got $50, who wants it?

Fifty dollars.

Now what if I dropped it on the ground, stepped on it, disrespected it,

pissed on it, shit on it,

would you still want it?

Yes.

Why?

Because no matter what you do to it,

it still has its worth.

You've been broken.

You have been beaten. You have been pounded over and over again.

But you know what, motherfucker? You have still not lost any of your worth!

Sorry.

For the first time in a long time,

I could sense hope.

Even if it was only a distant drumbeat echoing through the darkness.