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There’s nothing here. Let’s keep going.

We have to find the keys.

Let’s just siphon the gas.

Why drive when we can fly? In that thing?

Let me guess. You’re afraid of heights. I’m afraid of crashing.

And not at all ashamed to admit it.

You’ll be fine, Cage. You’ll learn.

What is it?

It’s nothing. I’m fine.

What is it? It’s nothing.

Rita.

Let me see.

We have to find the keys to the helicopter.

I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.

You know, the heli’s full of fuel, though. I found a hose.

We’re flying, Cage.

Let’s just say we find the keys. You know?

Get that helicopter started.

We don’t have our jackets or ammunition.

It’s gonna be dark in a few hours.

Might be better off just going back to the farmhouse.

Seeing what we could salvage.

Spend the night there. Come back here in the morning.

And curl up by the fire and open a bottle of wine.

I think we should just reset.

Whoa!

It’s a dead end. If it’s all the same to you I’m tired. I’m in pain.

I’d rather just start fresh. Tell you what.

Take a few minutes. Coffee’s ready.

I’ll look for the keys. That’s productive.

Ten minutes. Okay.

Then I’m killing you.

Fine.

I can’t believe you found coffee.

Thank you.

Sugar, right?

Yeah.

Thank you. No, hold on. Three. You like three.

There’s a shirt over there. It should be your size.

How many times have we been here?

How many times?

Where are the keys?

Where are the goddamn keys? Okay.

You can fly it, can’t you?

No. Well, yes.

I mean, I can take off. I’m still working on my landing.

What are we still doing here?

You’re wasting time! Rita, if you start that engine, you die.

This is as far as you go.

No matter what I do this is as far as you ever make it.

There’s a mimic buried 20 yards away.

It attacks when you start the engine.

Get your weapon and get in the helicopter, Cage.

There’s more in the field back there.

Only one of us ever makes it.

Get in.

Only thing we haven’t tried is you walk away. Go to the farmhouse.

There’s a cellar, food.

Wait there till I get back. You’ll be safe.

I’m a soldier. I volunteered. I’m not walking away.

You die here. Right here.

I can’t save you.

And if I go on and kill the Omega, you’re dead.

Forever.

Why does it matter what happens to me?

I wish I didn’t know you.

But I do.

My middle name is Rose.

On your feet, maggot!

The good news is there’s hope for you, private.

Hope in the form of glorious combat.

Battle is the great redeemer.

The fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged.

Yes?

Who said you could talk to me?

Have I got something on my face, soldier?

I’m sorry to disturb you, sergeant.