Mahershala Ali: Mombasa
[the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base]
Stans : What the hell is that?
Isabelle : Who would do this?
Mombasa : Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture the warrior with the greatest trophies commands the most respect.
Stans : Whatever.
Nikolai : It's a test. To see how we do under pressure.
Isabelle : If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers. Live rounds. This is something else.
Cuchillo : Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. The ransom's not paid, we light you on fire.
Stans : I hear these stories about these experiments they run on cons. They stick drugs in your food and they sit back and watch what happens.
Edwin : Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision. And if it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point.
Mombasa : What if we are dead?
Stans : I was going to be executed in two days.
Nikolai : And I was in combat.
Mombasa : So was I.
Cuchillo : This is hell.
Royce : Last time I looked, you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here. Only question is, how do we get out?
[after the group narrowly escapes a heavily booby-trapped area, they find a rotting corpse whose chest is blown out]
Mombasa : We triggered a dead man's trap.
Edwin : It's two weeks, judging from the rate of decomposition.
Nikolai : He took up a position here. Shooting in all directions. This was a last stand.
[Nikolai Checks the man's pocket and finds some documents]
Nikolai : United States Special Forces. This is strange. He is supposed to be deployed in Afghanistan.
Stans : What's he doing here, setting traps for us?
Royce : They weren't meant for us. He was hunting something else. Something a lot bigger.
Edwin : Bigger?
Royce : The trunk was a deadfall. Rule of thumb with a deadfall is you set the weight five times that of the target animal. Whatever it was, got through the trip wires. And did this.
Stans : Hey, where are we going?
Royce : Someone put us on this rock. There's got to be a way off it.
[Falconer's aerial device flies overhead]
Stans : [Stans instinctively pulls out his knife] What the fuck?
Stans : [Stans looks at his knife then looks at how everyone else has a gun] Hey. You know what? Fuck this. This is bullshit, man. I want a gun.
Stans : [to Cuchillo] Come on, man, you got two motherfucking guns, man. Somebody give me a gun.
Stans : [to Nikolai] Come on, Russian. You got a big fucking gun.
Stans : [to Mombasa] Come on, man. Give me a gun.
[Stans puts his knife to Mombasa's throat]
Stans : Give me your gun. Right now. Give me your gun.
Mombasa : [Mombasa puts his sidearm to Stans' chin] I'm ready to die. Are you?
[they find Cuchillo's body in a trap]
Mombasa : Wound one man. Make him suffer. Make him bleed. Make him call out for help, and set a trap and kill those who come. I know because I have done this.
Stans : So we're gonna leave him here, right? Come on, look at him. He's done.There's nothing else we can do, right? Right?
Royce : We leave him.
Isabelle : I can't.
Royce : Then, that's on you.
[Stans and Mombasa are fighting. Then just as Stans goes to hit Mombasa with a log, he sees the rest of the group watching them]
Stans : You with him?
Isabelle : No.
[Mombasa shoves Stans off]
Stans : Then why don't you mind your own fucking business?
Isabelle : We have bigger problems right now.
Stans : Okay, "boss". Whatever you say.
Mombasa : [Grabs Stans] I will finish, what *you* started!
Stans : Strength in numbers huh?
Isabelle : Something like that.
Stans : Yeah, then maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree?
Mombasa : As bad as you are, those things are worse.
Mombasa : [to Stans] I will finish what you started.