What's it say?
- I don't know.
- Read it!
- I can't.
- Come here!
Look, read.
I can't read.
You can't...
How can you believe in a book
if you can't even read it?
I don't need to read it
to believe that it's true.
- That's the nature of Faith.
- Fantastic!
What do you believe in?
I'm not paid to believe.
I'm paid to fuck shit up.
Are you coming?
Help me, please!
Help me!
Help me, please!
Shit! Duval and Steiner.
Are you guys still alive?
Can you still hold a gun?
Only with my right.
How about a rope?
Just say when.
God damn it!
I think they're coming through.
That tunnel's not going to hold.
These rocks are not going to
hold them away much longer.
Can't you go any faster?
Steiner? Steiner!
Jesus... no!
Hunter?
Are you one of them?
Get that pig-sticker out of my face.
Are you?
What do you think?
Give me that bomb!
Give me the fucking bomb!
Shit! Here come
those motherfuckers.
Anytime!
Put the detonator in the hole.
- You've got to be shitting.
- Put it in the hole!
- Which hole?
- Any hole!
This one...
Piece of shit... it doesn't fit!
There?
- It's not working.
- What?
Give me the pages from the book!
- What are you doing?
- I'm working on it.
I lost my sword.
Here.
Samuel?
Legion.
Severian, no! That's not Samuel.
Duval, no!
Kill him.
Kill him.
You are Samuel. It's alright.
That's for Nathan.
That's for El Jesus.
And this is for Samuel.
Jump!
Jump!
Have Faith.
And so it ended... 
I failed, he did not. 
Apostate, unbeliever. 
Saviour. At the end of the Ice Age,
the Machine came. 
It came from outside.
It came from space. 
It came with one purpose... 
to change Man into Mutant. 
After much suffering and death... 
a warrior named Neachdainn... 
united the ancient tribes of Man. 
Together, they sealed the deadly
Machine beneath the earth. 
In the distant mountains
of eastern Europe... 
only The Brotherhood,
descendants of Neachdainn... 
kept knowledge of
the Machine alive... 
in stories, in myths, in the
sacred book of The Chronicles. 
Years later, four Corporations
ruled the world. 
Mishima in the East... 
Bauhaus and Imperial
in Europe and Africa... 
Capitol in the West. 
Each Corporation fights each other... 
for what little resources
remain in a war without end. 
On the muddy planes of Europe... 
the Bauhaus Corporation prepares... 
for another assault
on the Capitol lines. 
Between them, beneath them,
the Machine still waits. 
Keep it up, lads, put a smile on it.
Will you put that
fucking cigarette out!
Alright, you Bauhaus bastards,
what's on today's menu of shit?
Incoming!
Get your lid on, son.
Tuck in! Tuck in!
Keep your heads down.
Enjoy!
Don't pick at it, son.
It makes it worse.
Fucking hell.
All the fun of the fair, eh?
I want you to destroy them!
You will now fight!
I want to see only ashes remaining!
Advance!
Is Hunter's patrol back yet?
What's left... sir.
More pressure on the exit wound.
What happened?
Ran into cog armour
five klicks back.
- How strong?
- Five ATCs.
Shit, a full platoon.
We left them bogged
down in the wire.
They called in our position, ran
eight-eighties right up our ass...
Once they get through this wire,
they'll be right on top of us.
- Just another day.
- Right, fucking on top of us.
Shit, here they come.
I guess dead men don't smoke, huh?
Gracias, Padre. I feel
all cleansed and shit.
Sergeant? Would you receive grace?
Top's going straight to hell.
You know your Top
used to be an officer.
A klick and closing, lads.
That's right. We went through
the Academy and everything.
They're nearly with us, lads.
Then one morning he woke up...
with an extremely nasty case
of, 'I don't give a fuck'.
A fuck about what?
Every yard we take...
every Cog we