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Happy Birthday America.

This is Michigan's Classic Rock Station.

Rock Station K92 FM.

This is Billy Hoss-

In stereo-

It's a midnight run.

We go in through the rear

of the warehouse on the north side.

Grab the stingers and ordinance

before anyone knows we were there.

Sounds too easy.

That's 'cause it is.

Security?

There's one guard on shift, armed.

Six security cameras covering inside and out.

Sounds like a 40 year stretch if we're lucky.

How are we supposed to get in undetected?

We don't.

There's no way to cut the camera feed.

We take out the guard and we go in heavy.

By the time the security company

realize the guard hasn't checked in, we'll be gone.

No trace.

How do we know what's in there?

This warehouse usually stores

any irrigation equipment and tractor parts, farm shit,

but the week before Christmas,

the Redstone Army Base in Halton

is gonna be transferring a ton of military hardware

and storing it at this warehouse.

Pretty unusual for military

to be using civilian warehousing.

How do you know that?

Because I've been working my ass

to the bone in there for three years.

I've been eating shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

and I have the manifest.

Stingers, M16s, light machine guns, rocket launchers.

It's gonna be a goddamn Christmas miracle.

Frank, we're gonna need a van.

Something big enough to haul everything

and we're gonna need weapons.

Small arms, short barrel type stuff.

Things go south and we get boxed in,

we might have to shoot our way out.

Consider it done.

Where's the money coming from?

Wes Chapman set it up.

Chappy, I haven't heard that name since the war.

How much is he in for?

Nothing. He's dead.

Shot himself two months ago.

Couldn't shake the bug.

He was a good man.

Good Marine.

I guess Chappy figured it was easier to use his side iron.

Before he checked out,

Chappy put me in touch with an Arab named Amir.

He was looking for particulars.

We're doing business with terrorists?

Well, I last I checked it was still a free country.

Go on.

Once we leave the warehouse,

we head west to an abandoned construction site

just outside of Northfield.

The Arabs will be there at 1600.

What's the cut?

2.2 million.

500 grand each.

Our getaway's 100,000.

It's 25 grand up front.

Bennett Meyers is flying us there.

We move into St. Andrew's air base.

From there, the C-130 takes us south

across the border into Panama.

Any more questions?

Let's get to work.

Seven miles, east river.

This is private property.

You can't be here.

Move this piece of shit now

or I'll have someone move it for you.

You hard of hearing, asshole?

Jesus Christ.

Skip, we got a couple of-

Hey Miller, suck on this.

Adios, amigo.

Let's move! Five minutes.

Let's go.

417.

Stingers are down there.

All the way to the end, B13.

Got 'em.

Let's move!

Hey, I'm coming around. Come on, come on, come on.

Bring it in straight.

Okay, that's the call.

Security company's been notified.

Three minutes for that call to come into county.

Six minutes for them to get here.

That gives us eight minutes to get the fuck outta here.

Hurry up, let's go. Let's go.

Get us outta here.

The National Weather Service

has issued a winter storm warning tonight

across the Lone Star State.

Freezing rain from Texas to Ohio is draining power grids

all the way from Texas into the Midwest.

Snow covered roads, low visibility.

We're looking at heavy snow again

stretching all the way from Texas.

You hear that? Into Missouri today.

Anywhere from three to six inches of snow-

Huh?

Due to pour in Oklahoma City,

six to 10 in Kansas City,

and we're looking out one to two in Amarillo, Texas.

You must've heard that. Then for tomorrow,

this big system moved slowly and that's the problem.

Heavy rain from Birmingham, New York City,

power outages and very difficult travel.

Ice counts up to half an inch and heavy snow.

The flight leaves 0600.

Once we offload the stingers, we'll be home free.

Make no mistake,

we're now viewed as traitors by our own government.

The Army, FBI, National Guard, State Police,

they'll all be ordered to surgically remove us

leaving no trace we even served.

They trained us to kill,

sent us off to do their dirty work

with no compensation.

In a few short hours,

consider yourselves all permanently retired.

He's gonna fuck this up.

You just keep him away from the Arabs when they get here.

Fucking Army guys.

Marines.

Whatever, what's the difference?

You're about to find out

if you don't keep your mouth shut.

What happened?

How many?

Chuck!

I dumped a full mag in it.

Didn't even slow it down.

What do you mean it?

What happened?

What happened? What happened?

Hell, if I know what I saw.

What I saw doesn't make any sense.

And where the fuck are the stingers?

You're not listening to me.

There were no stingers.

Just it.

Nothing.

Whatever Chuck was shooting at couldn't have got far.

Doesn't seem like he even wanted to hit him.

Shooting from that close.

How could you miss?

Sergeant, what was it?

A machine.

A goddamn machine.

A machine?

What are you talking about? A robot?

You expect us to believe that?

Whoever broke in is halfway to the state line by now.

What are we gonna tell the Arabs?

Whoa.

You lying bastard.

If there were no stingers in that crate,

then what the hell was it?

Everything you asked for was on that manifest.

You've been working at that warehouse for three years.

I'll say it again.

The base commander moved everything

to that warehouse two weeks ago.

Something tells me

you're running a side deal here, Morley.

I don't know any Arabs.

I wouldn't even know how to set up a buy.

That's why I partnered with you military guys.

You guys are the trained experts.

No one else knew where the exchange was.

Something broke out, not in.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Defense Intelligence Agency.

Goddamn spooks.

Once you get to the end of this road, turn right!

Right there, right there.

Turn!

If things go south, put 'em down.

Put 'em all down.

Merry Christmas.

Is that my money?

Not yet.

Two million.

Courtesy of Uncle Sam, M16A1.

Fires a 5.56 NATO cartridge.

We got 20 rounders and thirties.

Or my personal favorite, the M60E3.

762 by 51 and this little honey

spits out 600 rounds per minute.

Hot damn.

What about the stingers?

We're a few stingers short.

How many?

All of 'em.

We had a deal for stingers.

The Americans don't have the stingers.

No.

Three, yes.

What do you want me to do?

M72 LAWS rocket launcher.

You can still take down a jet liner

with one of these babies.

No guidance system,

but you get close enough and, uh, bam.

I didn't drive halfway

to this state to get rocket launchers.

Go.

Go.

We'll take 200,000 off the top.

Plus the 200 you put down.

And how old are you?

We'll throw in some hand grenades. Free of charge.

Fuck you.

I don't know how it works in your country, amigo,

but here in the good old US of A,

gaining access to a level two government run warehouse

is no walk in the park.

This is supposed to be loaded

in a cargo ship tomorrow night.

What kind of operation are you running?

There's enough hardware here

for you to start your own goddamn war.

The deal is off.

It's a setup!

No!

You should have taken the deal.

Fucking bastard.

He's headed east towards the creek, right towards you.

Stop right...

Ah!

Ah!

How many men are we dealing with here, Sergeant?

Some kind of straight edge weapon.

Caught him straight through his ribcage.

Feds will be crawling all over this place soon.

Dump the crates outta the back of the van.

We move, five minutes.

Before.

We can't leave this here.

We have to get rid of it or we're fucked.

We're already fucked. There's no time.

Besides, we're $2 million richer.

We'll take the van east to 195.

Interstate all the way to St. Andrew's Air Base.

Let's move.

Adios, amigo.

Let's move.

Weapons package is disabled.

Okay, weapons package enabled.

Time to detonation 10 hours.

What the fuck is going on?

That's great.

We can't just leave this here.

No choice.

Let's see who's home.

35 shows back in A1.

Registered, roger.

31 to West Branch.

Come in. Over.

Repeat.

31 to West Branch.

Come in. Over.

This is Deputy Will Robertson.

Is there anyone that can hear me on this channel? Over.

I'll advise you.

Move to 1032.

Jesus.

You got my money? Got my money?

Got my money?

We proposed a peace agreement

to end the fighting for good.

The Kosovar leaders signed that agreement last week.

Even though it does not give them all they want.

Move an inch and I'll blow you in half.

Jesus.

Take it easy, old man.

I'm just passing through.

The Bible may forgive trespassers,

but I sure as hell don't.

Don't even think about it, sonny.

I may look slow, but you reach for that piece,

I'll blow you right back out that door.

I don't want any trouble.

Well, you got trouble now.

Drop it.

I said drop it.

Not a chance.

You know how much this thing costs?

This guy's armed to the teeth.

What are you gonna do?

Kill me?

You gonna kill a cripple?

You ever heard of a small island in the Pacific?

Some gook put me in this chair for serving my country.

And this is how I'm gonna die?

No one's killing anybody.

We just need a ride outta here.

Where's the keys to the Ford Outback?

Doesn't work.

Took the engine out of it last summer.

You alone?

Of course I'm alone.

You see anybody else?

It's Christmas Eve for Christ's sake.

You got any other weapons we should know about?

There's some dynamite in the garage.

Dynamite?

Listen, pops.

Hell is coming this way

and unless you start being useful,

you're gonna become unuseful.

Keep quiet and out of our way

and you might live through this.

Something's not right.

Whatever killed that man

is still out there

and it's coming after us.

We need to move out now.

Placed numerous inspectors.

Good evening-

Maybe he's right.

Police and the FBI. Turn it up.

Investigating a robbery

where a security guard was fatally shot.

Authorities are looking for this man, Stan Morley.

Morley, a longtime employee of the warehouse

is wanted on a nationwide warrant.

Police have not yet identified

Morley's three other accomplices.

Police are urging the public,

if you see this man, call them.

We'll have more on this developing story coming up.

In other news now-

Friend of yours?

It's the fucking cops.

Not a word or you die first.

Get ready.

Okay, 35.

Jesus.

Police officer.

I'm seeing it, but I ain't believing it.

No, don't shoot it.

It doesn't know we're in here.

That's not possible.

How the hell did that thing find us so fast?

I told you, but you wouldn't listen.

No one would.

We need to board this place up now.

Windows, doors, and I mean now.

Get that gun outta my face.

That thing gets in here,

we're all dead.

Frank, you gotta come see this.

Analyzing.

14 volts. Not compatible.

Error. Starting reset.

System shutdown.

It's just standing there.

We need to consider the possibility

that we might be here a while.

Bennett, offer him Morley's cut to come and get us out.

I tried him. No signal.

Try again.

Forget it.

We split Morley's share three ways.

Can't spend the money if you're dead.

Where are you going?

I'll get it done any way.

Dynamite.

I'm coming with you.

No, stay here.

Keep your eye on it.

Let me know if that thing moves.

Who are you guys? Bank robbers?

We're patriots.

You're fools.

It's only a matter of time before they get in here

and rip you neck to nuts.

In the jungle,

we could smell 'em coming.

You ain't gonna get Boyd Lee Simpson without a fight.

Not this time.

We don't know what that thing is.

Can I have my gun back?

I'll say it again.

Firefly, this is Red Rover.

We need a taxi outta here.

Over.

Firefly to Red Rover.

Come in, goddamn it.

15 degrees. 412. Copy.

Lima foxtrot one.

We are squat 1033.

Departure radio contact. 600 miles.

Firefly to Rover.

Mayday. Mayday.

Come in. Over.

I repeat. This is Firefly.

This is Red Rover.

Your message is broken. Over.

Bennett, this is Mosley.

We got a situation here. A bad one.

Need immediate extraction. Over.

Negative Firefly.

I've got new orders.

Original LZ at 0600.

We're in serious-

We're as good as-

Did you get any of that?

Something about as good as dead.

Fuck!

Ahead.

Chuck, come in.

What's happening?

Goddamn it!

Frank.

Frank, Reardon's AWOL.

So is that thing.

You need to get outta there right now.

It might be in the building.

Get out of there, Frank.

Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Danger. Danger.

Warning. Warning.

Hydraulics are low.

What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

How the hell should I know?

This wasn't part of the goddamn plan.

Well, we gotta do something

otherwise there won't be anybody left.

What the hell does that thing want with us?

Where were you, Reardon?

You were supposed to keep an eye on it.

I followed it around back.

The snow picked up

and I lost it by the electrical transformer.

We'll never make it to base.

Time for plan B.

We got plenty of cash.

No one's going anywhere.

I don't remember anybody putting you in charge.

I told you we need to fortify this place.

Bullets don't work.

Hydraulic fluid levels restored.

Okay, I'm hitting playback.

The M60E3.

This little honey spits out 600 rounds per minute.

Bullets do work.

Look, we drive south and head to the Mexican border.

We just made the 11 o'clock news.

Every bus station, airport,

and border crossing is gonna be crawling with cops.

Nearest highway is a three hour walk in all directions.

In this weather, we'll never make it.

We stick to the original plan.

Ride out this storm for a few more hours.

Head east to the highway.

Chuck?

Sorry.

For what?

I didn't believe you.

None of us did.

Who would?

The Army created a monster.

Now we have to deal with it.

I'm gonna find it.

Keep an eye on it.

Target located.

Lock in.

We can drive this thing out of here

if we can find the keys for it.

Same goes for the Ford in the back.

That cripple said they were both out of commission.

Oh, forget him.

I don't trust a word he says.

Frank! Go ahead.

He got the money.

He's heading around the building.

Get out of the fucking truck!

Turn the engine off!

Ah!

Ah, my leg's busted.

Target located.

Adios, amigo.

It's a bomb.

Jesus, Chuck.

A walking fucking bomb can tear a man's heart out

before its next beat.

We're never getting out of its grip.

Take it easy.

We're getting outta here.

Step back. Put your guns on the floor.

Not a chance.

Take one more step

and we'll find out if you're one of them.

The money's in the truck.

All we have to do is get it.

We can buy our way out of the country.

Goddamn it, Reardon.

We're on the same team and that thing is still out there.

Maybe it's already in here.

Drop the gun, Chuck.

That's an order.

You can take your orders and shove 'em up your ass.

You're dead.

Might as well accept it.

It's coming.

We're gonna have to put him down.

He's compromised the whole operation.

This operation's already compromised.

Chuck, where are you?

Chuck, come in.

Where's the money?

Chuck, answer me, goddamn it.

You better get in here.

Garage.

You found him?

Oh, I found him, all right.

The son of a bitch has locked himself in a tool room

and he has the dynamite.

Fuck!

We gave our lives to the military.

We should have never turned our backs on them.

You can't fight the military.

They're the strongest group of fighters

the world has ever seen.

Look what they made.

How do you fight that?

We're soldiers. We follow orders.

Open the door.

Not a chance.

You're one of them.

I noticed earlier.

You move like it.

You talk like it.

Who sent you?

No one sent us.

Now open the fucking door.

You can stay in there all night for all I care.

We just want the dynamite and the money.

Money?

We're unarmed.

Come on out and we can talk about this.

Talk is over.

I've heard enough.

Pretty soon they'll be sending these things

all over the place to do the government's dirty work.

You call yourselves soldiers.

You're traitors.

I'm a Marine.

No one is taking Sergeant Chuck Reardon alive.

We're all going to die tonight.

But not before I make this right.

That's where the problem began.

Right there.

Chuck, don't do it!

And this is where the problem ends.

That money signed our death warrant.

That's not gonna solve anything.

Chuck, don't do it.

Move!

Firefly to Red Rover.

I repeat. This is Firefly.

Come in. Over.

Trans on squawk 1-0 niner.

Firefly to Red Rover.

You're wasting your time.

Our best chance to get out died with that van.

Now we have no chance.

In Iraq, the enemy surrounded us everywhere.

Hundreds of them.

Remember that?

We're Marines.

We can handle anything.

You call yourself soldiers.

You're traitors.

You're traitors.

It may be made out of titanium or some hard composite.

There's no way it could withstand three pounds of dynamite.

We just got to find a way to trap it

and then get the hell out of the perimeter of the explosion.

I don't know if I'm gonna do it,

but I'm gonna fight my way outta here.

This better work.

We're almost out of ammo.

Error.

Not compatible.

The men on that videotape were four-star generals.

Could have been made offshore.

Intelligence agency.

The CIA were running

all kinds of black ops missions in Vietnam.

Maybe they just wanted to even the playing field.

You're saying the Vietnamese made that thing?

Not likely.

North Korea, China.

Yeah, well, if it's made in China,

maybe it'll break down on its own.

This thing was shelved for a reason.

It's not indestructible.

We can kill it.

Frank, how much longer?

First two are set.

Coming back for more.

Frank, come in.

Power restored to 25%.

Oh Jesus.

What are you?

Soldier.

Channel four.

You're traitors.

Danger.

Open the door.

Engaging enemy.

Power is at 3%.

Blast radius one mile.

Target.

Danger.

Danger. Danger.

Warning. Power is at 3%.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Keep coming.

That's it.

Come on, you motherfucker.

T-minus 30 seconds.

You motherfucker.

Adios, amigo.

Yes!

Stop right there!

Drop the bag! Now!

We've been looking for you.

Who is he?

Passport says John Carson.

Ran through the system.

No prior arrests.

Keep looking. No one's that clean.

Your crime spree just ended, son.

How did you think you were gonna get away with this?

Huh?

Maybe they didn't think that far ahead.

The Feds seem real anxious to talk to you.

Called about 15 minutes ago.

They're sending somebody down to pick you up.

Lieutenant William Mosley.

2nd Marine Division '81 to '96.

Retired.

See, that wasn't so tough, was it?

You're in way over your head, cop.

Whatever's out there killed my men.

Butchered 'em like spring lambs.

And the people that made that thing

are on their way here now to cover it up.

Ha!

Boy, you got some kind of imagination.

24 hours ago, I was just like you.

Too stupid to see what's going on.

Open this door and let me outta here.

Keep the money, disappear.

Just let me go.

Like hell.

You're gonna pay for what you did

and when you do,

I'll be right there to see it happen.

We're all gonna pay for what I did.

You and your men too, if you don't get 'em outta here.

You can play the tough, strong guy

as long as you want and not tell us.

But believe me, you are finished.

Firefly, this is Red Rover.

Come in.

I want roadblocks on the 115 and Green Lane.

There may be some of 'em still out there.

I want this county locked down.

No cars in or out.

I would've made it.

Oakland County Sheriff's Office.

Sheriff, you gotta see this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sheriff, you ever see anything like this?

There's still pieces of it all over everywhere.

Sheriff, this is something, isn't it?

No, no, no. Don't touch it.

Get it outta here.

Sit down.

Oh, no, no. Don't.

Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

I said sit down.

Get it outta here!

Target locked.

It's a fucking bomb!

Target locked.

Goddamn it!

No!

We have breaking news

of a massive explosion in Michigan.

People are being evacuated as fire crews

continue to battle this fire.

Police and fire officials are now saying

that a 1,500 pound car bomb

ripped through the Oakland County Police Department

early this morning.

FBI and state authorities

are now calling this a terror attack.

At least 50 people are dead

and that number is expected to rise.

Authorities have identified 51-year-old William Mosley

as the bomber who was also killed in the blast.

Mosley was a former Marine with ties

to a militant group out of Lexington.

Mosley's accomplices have been identified

as Frank Baxter and Chuck Reardon.

Authorities remain confident

that this was an isolated terror attack.

They believe Mosley and his army buddies

picked the police building as their target for the bombing

because of a long time grudge against the government.

A grudge that delivered bloodshed not seen on US soil

since the Oklahoma City bombing.

Take a good look.

This is what a real monster looks like.

General, we land in 30 minutes.