goddam backup.
We've only got one chute left.
We rip that one, we're dead.
When we're lower, we'll pop it.
- Hit the god dam chute.
- 1500.
You better be right
about this, Juba.
You sure you know what
you're talking about?
You better be right about this,
you son of a bitch.
244... 152...
- Ready?
- Any time!
Any time now.
Open! Open now!
- Now!
- Pull the goddam chute!
There you go...
Come on, give me that.
The Captain's fucked.
We'll cut you loose.
It hit the artery.
If you pull it out, I'm gone.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Sergeant Hunter.
May I ask the borrow
of a grenade, please?
Thank you.
Good luck, Sergeant.
White phosphorous?
Conchita here, she's
a real spitfire.
Just make sure you're not near
me when your gun blows up.
- Where are we?
- Off by 4 leagues north-southwest.
Gotta pass through the city
like the old monk said.
Let's go.
Check your targets.
Two...
Need a hand with that, boss?
Be quiet.
Refugees. Where the
hell are they going?
Hunter?
The current bid stands
at two gold watches...
a diamond necklace, and
10,000 gold talents!
Get out of here, go on.
Clear off, then.
- Going once, going twice...
- I said, get back!
Sold! To the skeleton
in the monkey suit.
One ticket, not two!
- I bought it!
- And she'll show her gratitude...
cleaning my crap
from here to Mars.
Unless you want to
buy another ticket?
That's all my money!
Then fuck off!
Do you know who I am?
That's who you are.
Ass, stash or cash!
Nobody rides free!
I want everybody on in ten minutes. 
We need to cut through there.
I want diamonds. 
- Good place for an ambush.
- Can't be too many mutes.
There's too much easy meat.
All the more reason
for them to come.
I don't care whose... open it. 
Come on, show us your money.
It's your life I'm talking about.
Give me that... ah, fuck off.
Let it go, Hunter.
We go through the square.
- We don't have time for this.
- Make time.
The next one begins in 5.000 talents.
Save yourselves.
Get your money out, come on!
Any advance on 6,000?
Come on, we haven't got all day.
Price stands at 7,000 talents...
three bottles of very
old Scottish whiskey...
Get out of it.
Let them on.
Are you making a bid?
First you take the kids
and then the women...
and then you take the men
if there's any room left.
Hey, Soldier-Boy. The ship
can only carry so much weight.
Yeah? What do you weigh?
- 275kg?
- 310kg.
310, that's two women and
two kids. Come on. Let's go.
- What do you weigh?
- Very little.
Dump the luggage. Take them all.
It's top.
Church, it's not too far. It's just
in the middle of the old city.
You figure out where
we're going yet?
Straight on.
Listen you endanger the mission
again, I shoot you myself.
Why wait?
Christ!
What sort of church is this?
How do you lose a city?
The catacombs lead
down to the Lost City.
There must be thousands.
Each New Age builds upon
the bones of the old.
How many times have
they come before?
They didn't do this, we did this.
We've always excelled
at killing one another.
They would challenge our supremacy...
as the architects of our own end.
Halt!
- Brother?
- Yes?
The Lost City.
That skyscraper, we need
to go down, deep into it.
The City of the Ancients,
buried 500 years ago...
in the Black Winter.
- Holy shit!
- We're being watched.
What are they?
I have no idea.
What's it say?
"Abandon all hope."
Motherfuckers.
No shit.
Jesus, that's deep.
Someone's going to
have to stay up here.
We don't want them coming
down on top of us.
I got it.
You watch your ass
out there, compaсero.
It don't look that safe.
Got to pay for those
tickets sooner or later.
Take care of yourself, Juba.
Sixty storeys. We'll go first
and let the others find the way.
Yeah, what do you say?
Brother, alright.
This is the brake. It controls
how fast you go down, okay?
You lift it up and
let yourself down.
Punch it in, you stop.
- That's it. Just take