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(MEN LAUGHING)

Morning.

Enjoy it fast.

You're about to become a traffic fatality.

Are you James T. Reedy?

You talkin' to me?

If you're James T. Reedy, I am.

(CLEARS THROAT)

James T. Reedy? Yeah.

You've been served.

Hit it.

Hey!

"Are you talking to me?" I love it.

Rick.

I can still see the look on his face.

Yeah, so can I.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING)

A.J., I'm proud of you.

That is, without a doubt, the greatest driving

that I have seen since Ben-Hun

It was just glorious.

Did we lose them?

Piece of cake. There was only half of them left

after you did the 360 on the bridge.

And you ditched them when you went on the off-ramp.

When I what?

One for you.

(TAPE REWINDING)

Hi, Rick, this is Lynn.

I've still got those jeans you left at my place.

You know, the ones you ripped falling off the mechanical bull down at Willy's,

When are you gonna drop by?

Drop by?

BOY: Have you got pop in a bottle?

We”, then let him out.

If I ever find that kid, I'm gonna take his pop bottle...

Richard and Andrew Simon, this is Mrs. Bartlett

and I want to see you in my room after school today,

(CHALK SQUEAKING)

BARTLETT: Richard!

Richard, you know smoking is not allowed.

I'm taking you to the principal's office right now.

You come with me, young man.

I'll call your mother and father.

I'm gonna straighten you out if it's the last thing I ever do.

BARTLETT: Richard, you must do your homework.

Richard, your grades are just above failing.

Richard, you must discipline yourself

and become a meaningful part of society.

BARTLETT ON ANSWERING MACHINE: .., of which I'm the faculty supervisor.

Rick?

Yo.

Earth to Rick.

What's the statute of limitations on bathroom smoking?

What?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

The funniest thing... It's probably just the jalapenos I had with lunch,

but I could've sworn that we just had a message from Mrs. Bartlett.

Yeah, we did.

(TAPE REWINDING) Don't, don't. No, don't.

This is Mrs. Bartlett

and I want to see you in my room after school today

if that's convenient for you.

It has to do with the '605 class reunion committee,

of which I'm the faculty supervisor.

What're you doing?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Whoa.

RICK: Chuck Berry doesn't live here anymore.

I'll say.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Hey, mister, how'd you get into my locker?

Yeah, how'd you do that?

Well, it's really pretty easy.

You just give it a little shot here on the left

and then another one right over here on the right

and give a little kick like that and it just pops right open.

That's me.

Hey, it's him. We've read all about you.

BOY 1: Wow, you're everywhere. Cafeteria tables, homeroom desks.

BOY 2: Man, you're a legend.

Andrew!

Mrs. Bartlett.

My best little debater.

Oh.

It's good to see you again.

You haven't changed a bit.

Well, most of my kids keep me young,

despite those who try their best to age me prematurely.

Hello, Richard.

Ma'am.

Thank you both for coming.

Come right in.

And now I'll give you the reason.

We have here what I believe you in your trade

call missing persons.

And since we're fortunate enough

to count San Diego's most prestigious private investigators

among our alumni,

we'd like you to find them before the reunion.

Well, Sharon Williams shouldn't be too tough.

You just start with the '61 varsity football team and work your way backward.

Do you think you'll be able to do it?

Well, Mrs. Bartlett, as a matter of fact,

we successfully concluded another case just this morning.

So I think we'll be able to give this priority

over all the others that we have stacked up.

After all, it is the old school.

Wonderful, thank you both for volunteering.

Everyone's been so good about giving freely of their time and services.

Now, Roland Weiry's restaurant is catering.

At cost.

Well, on the other hand, I'm sure I could donate

a few hours to track down a few people.

That's the spirit.

Of course you will help your brother?

Well, gee, Mrs. B., I'd love to, you know, but,

why, somebody's gotta keep that agency afloat,

and I'll tell you what I'll do.

A.J., I'll take care of all the office work...

Richard.

Ma'am. Do you see this?

Yes, ma'am.

I made notes on some of your,

shall we say, extra-curricular activities during your years here.

I figured they might come in handy someday.

I went into some detail on your senior year.

If you follow me.

(STAMMERING)

Mrs. Bartlett, that's blackmail.

Besides, what are the police gonna care about

what some juvenile delinquent did 20 years ago?

The police?

I think you'd better see to whom it's addressed.

Here are the rest of the yearbooks.

I found them buried in the attic under four pounds of dust and a ton of memories.

(PANTING)

I think it's very nice that you're helping out Mrs. Bartlett.

I haven't talked to her in years. How is she?

Well...

In actual fact, Mom, I think she's getting to be a little bit senile, you know.

I mean, she's obviously confusing me with somebody else

and it's kind of sad.

So just keep it in mind if you ever happen to bump into her, okay?

And how did they rope you into the time tunnel?

Are you kidding? I would not miss seeing these pictures

for anything in the world.

You've got to see this one. You've got to see this one.

Look at Rick's flattop. You could've landed a 747 on that.

Wait a minute, what does it say here?

"Dear Rick, happy graduation.

"I'll never forget all those times you forged our hall passes and..."

No, there's more.

"And we snuck into the chemistry lab to do some extra studying."

Ha-ha.

"And the night you showed me the wrestling room."

I'm just happy you passed chemistry.

You'd think Doug Sullivan would've been the first person

to respond to your class reunion.

He was your senior class president.

He stuffed the ballot box.

Captain of the championship basketball team.

Yeah, in the weakest year in conference history.

ROTC.

Chicken-neck little tin soldier.

Stole Ginny Edwards from you.

Hey, hey, hey. I broke up with her.

Well, maybe we better hear his side of it.

Yeah, we tried. Leave it under the door.

Hey. RICK: What?

Weird. The manager said he still lived here.

Wait till old lady Bartlett finds out

her precious Dougie is a deadbeat.

He skipped out on the rent.

Did you ever hear of a phone company

disconnecting a phone like this?

Probably stiffed them, too. Mmm.

(SIGHS)

RICK: A.J. Take a look at this.

Stocking up for the winter?

Whoa. Hey.

Take it easy, pal. Now, we're just here to find Doug Sullivan

to invite him to a high school reunion.

That's the invitation right there. That's...

A.J.: "And even though I am unable to attend the reunion,

"I want you to now you are the one person in my life

"who has supplied me with the tools

"and given me the courage to survive in a world gone mad.

"You'll never know how much I appreciate all those times you let me clean your

"erasers.

"I wouldn't mind cleaning a few for you right now, but I guess I'm beyond that.

"Love, Douglas."

"Clean your erasers"?

It was a little signal we had.

Doug was too proud to ask for extra help with his schoolwork.

So you mean Mr. National Honor Society needed tutoring?

The door was open to you, too, Richard.

Only you never asked. I owe you both an apology.

Doug's letter was a cry for help

and I should have been honest with you from the beginning.

Yeah.

After I received it, I tried calling him.

His phone was out of service.

He had no family to be concerned about him.

So I put his name on that list I gave you.

You should've reported his disappearance to the police.

I did. They put his name on their list,

but they said they couldn't do much about it, but you can.

I'm not asking you to volunteer.

This time I'm hiring you.

No, you're not.

Your money's no good with us.

Besides which you probably couldn't afford our rates, not on a teacher's salary.

And it might just surprise you to hear

that I did learn something while I was here,

only it didn't come from you.

It came from Coach Kaminsky. I learned how not to quit.

Now we're gonna find Doug Sullivan for you on the house.

Come on, AJ.

I think what he's trying to say is, we'll take the case.

A.J.: No, it was on his right...

Right? Yeah.

Yeah, on his right forearm.

A fire breathing dragon clutching a sword.

No, that's all we could get.

So if you could cross reference that on your arrest records...

Great.

Maxine, you are a doll.

I'd be thrilled to take you to the police benefit ball.

Oh, great, sure, get one more.

We'll fix her up with Rick.

Oh, he loves lady vice officers.

Thank you, Maxine.

We'll see you then.

You're getting good with those.

You want to see how good I'm getting with these?

Come on, she says Bertha has a great personality.

Bertha?

Come on.

Let's check out the place where Doug got this stuff.

I'll tell you, Hansel and Gretel left an easier trail.

I just hope Doug Sullivan is still alive.

'Cause when we find him, I'm gonna kill him.

Wonderful.

Darwin meets 7-Eleven.

Thunder, pull back. Can I help you?

Uh-huh. We're just browsing.

Don't worry, he only attacks commies and cowards. Yeah.

Now what can I do for you? I got a special on some freeze-dried turkey tetrazine.

Oh, thank you. We just want to ask a few questions.

Sure. You obviously don't know nothing about survival.

Look at the shape you're in.

You need to start thinking about where you'll be when they turn out the lights.

Well, we're looking for an old buddy of ours, a guy named Doug Sullivan.

Look, we're not real big on names here, mister.

No, yeah. Of course not. Neither are we.

Just that Doug said he might be interested in joining this little, uh,

community that we're establishing in this area.

Yeah, bunch of old service buddies,

we're getting together to form this little

agrarian society, if you follow me.

And we're gonna need a lot of stuff 'cause we're starting from scratch.

Why didn't you say so?

Yeah, Doug's a regular here. Good guy.

You know, he was ready for the big one. Yeah.

It's funny, he told you guys he was interested in joining your group.

Why is that?

'Cause he's already hooked up with another outfit.

A real serious outfit.

A bunch of them came in here with him once.

Ex-rangers is my guess.

I mean, when we're all ducking fallout,

I wouldn't wanna try borrowing firewood from these guys, you know?

Yeah. Are they set up somewhere in this area?

Yeah, up in the mountains, somewhere.

I think I heard Doug say they had some land...

Great, we'll look them up. Thank you.

Hey, how about a freeze-dried sandwich?

I'll heat it up for you in the mic.

That's okay, we'll come back when we're ready to stock up. Thanks.

Look, I wouldn't wait too long. No.

You don't wanna wake up tomorrow and find yourself glowing.

No, wouldn't want to do that. We'll keep that in mind. Absolutely.

Listen, I got a special on armor-plated RVs. Uh-huh.

They get lousy mileage, but by the end there won't be any gas anyway.

That's right. Well, we'll see you later.

Would you mind telling me why you hustled us out of there?

That guy was only just beginning to talk.

Yeah, but we've got an appointment with Gerald.

He's going to meet us at the office in half an hour.

(EXCLAIMING)

We'd better beat him there.

Gerald is one man I do not like to keep waiting.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Let Marlowe go in first. Marlowe, come here.

Go on in there, go on.

He's not here yet.

Thank God.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Boy, you guys are easy.

In light of recent events, that is not amusing.

If you guys come by my dojo more often,

you wouldn't get as much sand kicked in your face.

(GRUNTING)

This week

it's not sand.

Two more of those where that came from. What do you think?

Shurikens and Japanese throwing stars are very common these days.

You know, you can even get them out of the ads in the macho magazines?

But this is special.

Tempered steel, nice design and weight.

This isn't farm team, boys.

This is major league.

Yeah, well, we would like to find out what franchise this guy plays for.

Was he an Oriental?

Who knows?

He wore a mask and came through like a tornado.

He had a tattoo on his right forearm.

A fire breathing dragon with a sword in its claws. You know anybody like that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. There was a guy a couple of years back.

He was in competition.

I never fought him but I heard about him.

Ex-Green Beret, I think.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oops, excuse me.

Hello. Oh, Maxine, you got anything?

A firearms violation in 1965 for Paul Stark?

Maxine, you are wonderful.

Listen, what's the most recent paperwork on him? Also, any location if...

What? He was?

In 1979, that's from the FBI?

Okay.

Right. Well, thank you very much anyway, Maxine.

And we'll see you guys next week.

Bye-bye.

His name was Paul Stark.

What do you mean was?

He was killed fighting as a mercenary in Rhodesia in 1979.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I'll tell you what.

You let me do all the talking

and you just sit there and look demented, okay?

You sure about this place?

Well, I've heard about it for years.

It's kind of a club for soldiers of fortune.

You know, a guy walks in the front door and then out the back

to Africa or South America or some place.

Stay out.

Was he flying standby?

RICK: Cold steel and warm women.

Death to tyrants.

Apocalypse Now,

You new?

Is the Congo new? Is Angola new?

How about Rhodesia, El Salvador, they new?

I'm as old as the hills and twice as wild.

To the best damn warrior I ever served with.

To Paul Stark.

You'll doff your hat when you speak of the dead.

You know damn well Paul Stark never took his hat off in his life.

Except to smooth a woman or to fill it with gold.

That was Paul, wasn't it, lad?

You knew him well, didn't you?

(LAUGHING)

And I'll buy a drink for any man who fought with the likes of him.

How is that, aye?

Barkeep, doubles for me mates here,

and I'll have a little toddle for myself, if you don't mind.

You got it.

Paul Stark.

Here's to your health.

So there we were, pinned down,

and here comes Mad Mike and his half-track.

And it whips up, and what it does is it sprays the bush

with hot lead for a good five minutes.

Now, when the smoke settles,

and everything quiets down,

out from the bush comes this one,

tiny little zebra.

Have you ever had fresh zebra?

No, I can't say I have.

Well, it's not too bad with barbecue sauce.

I'll have another if I may, there.

Hey, Barn, come here.

You and me, we're good enough buddies, we can be straight, right?

What would you say

if I was to tell you

that I... Thank you. Saw Paul Stark

last week, alive and well.

Paul Stark?

Mmm-hmm.

I'd say meet me outside in half an hour.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Whoa.

Steady as she goes there.

Old Lady Bartlett owes us an A-plus for this.

(SIGHS)

Aha.

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the hell is going on here?

You said you wanted to talk about Paul Stark, right?

Actually, there isn't that much to talk about, you know.

Get in.

Getting in.

Now, you're never going to believe this. This is so funny, see...

We were trying to find this guy we went to high school with...

AGENT: If you don't start giving us some answers,

we're gonna send you down the hall,

where the questions get tougher.

Now, what do you know about Paul Stark?

Now, for the hundredth time,

some yo-yo with a dragon tattooed on his right arm,

jumped us while we were looking for Doug Sullivan

to invite him to our high school reunion.

High school reunion.

Must be some kind of code.

I'll put the crypto boys on it right away.

Make it priority alpha.

I can't hold off much longer now.

If Vincent doesn't get back in contact with us, it...

Well, it means I have to assume he's been made.

That puts...

What're you thinking?

I'm thinking that maybe these two guys might be telling us the truth.

It was just a high school reunion. That's all.

Sure.

Keep it up and you're gonna have a nice little reunion at Leavenworth.

Hey, look, don't pull that G-man jive with me, man.

Now, we know our rights and from the way you've been playing with them,

you're gonna be the one doing time.

Entrapment, deprivation of civil liberties...

(SIGHS) Look fellas, I think we can talk to you.

You seem reasonable.

Sarge, I just had a little talk with Uncle Sugar.

He seems to think we can make a nice sweet little deal with you boys

if you wanna rock and roll with us on this one.

I'd love to boogie with the FBI, but it's the truth.

Well, you know that's all we're looking for, fellas.

Just a little more honesty, that's all, you know.

Maybe you could tell us a little bit about the Vargas mission.

Like, who's in charge of it?

Who? What?

Who's your contact?

You think we ought to tell them about her?

Only if they promise to bring her down here.

You give us her name, we'll have her here in 10 minutes.

Dorothy Bartlett.

Where do we find her?

Homeroom?

BARTLETT: Mr. Hoover would turn over in his grave

if he knew that his agents were spiriting away helpless old ladies

and subjecting them to strip-searches.

Mrs. Bartlett, we don't know anything about a Doug Sullivan,

missing or not.

We have our own cases we're working on.

Huh.

Underachievers only do what they're assigned.

Never read ahead.

Wouldn't dare tackle another problem.

Well, let me tell you something.

Those who only color inside the lines,

end up with a very dull picture.

Richard, Andrew.

(BOTH SIGHING)

Strip-searching old ladies. That's low.

Now that's rock and roll.

Kindly do me a favor, will you?

For your own sake.

You happen to stumble on a shipment of Harrison M215,

you give me a call, huh?

It may keep you alive.

Look, we could go to the bench

and order up a Nat Security freeze.

That'll take them out of the game.

No, I want those two to operate freely.

We're lucky they stumbled on the board.

It's like getting two free pawns.

No, I'm not gonna do it. He's a friend.

Well, then you shouldn't feel so bad about asking him a couple of lousy questions.

What are friends for?

Now, look, it's not like we're asking for classified information.

All we want him to do is to go through army records

and see if anybody named Vargas ever served with Paul Stark.

Oh, also ask him if he knows anything about some stolen Harrison M215.

And that name, Vargas.

That might not be a person. That could be, you know,

like a military code for some kind of operation.

Maybe your friend has a good security clearance.

I don't know. What? Harrison M, M what?

Oh, M215. It's an anti-tank weapon.

Very popular in the international arms market.

And the name is Vargas.

I mean, as long as the FBI gave us the key,

we may as well find the door, right?

MYRON: I'll be happy to show you.

You know, it's a little too early for this.

Oh, you want us to come back a little later?

It'll still be a little too early.

Is business that bad

or are you just trying to scare mine away?

Myron, it just so happens we are working undercover

on a very important missing persons case.

Oh, yeah, yeah. It's nice to hear you guys are back in high school.

Will you let me know if you need some help with your homework?

(MYRON CHUCKLING)

Janet, I won't be back after lunch.

I'm playing golf at Mission Bay. Okay.

You'll call your army friend, please?

Do you know the contacts that I am just burning out for this stupid reunion?

And it's not even my reunion, A.J.

(SIGHS)

All right. Thank you.

Rick, it's all right. I said I would do it.

Maps.

Maps?

What, did they use shock treatment last night?

We're gonna need maps of the foothills and the mountains,

but especially the mountains.

Maps. Of course!

Thank Myron for helping us with our homework.

Look, it's not the Vargas Mission, it's the Mission Vargas.

See, it's not a person or a code.

BOTH: It's a place.

BOTH: It's the Mission Vargas.

Got it? Bye.

Bye.

A.J.: Wow, what a place to go to survive.

RICK: Smartest place to be.

Who'd want to nuke this?

You know, it may be smart for them to be out here, but it's crazy for us.

I mean, suppose we do find Doug Sullivan's new classmates.

What are we gonna do with them?

Don't worry about it. We'll just follow the advice of an old buddy of mine.

Two things in this world you need to survive.

Ice water in your veins and insanity in your brains.

Great. Where is that old buddy now?

Making ashtrays in the state hospital.

Howdy, boys. Howdy.

Fill her up.

RICK: Nice jacket.

Yeah, it was a lousy war.

Yeah, well, we'll get them next time.

Listen, maybe you can help us with some directions.

We only got four around here.

Well, we're looking for some friends of ours.

They own a little land around here.

Yeah?

What do they grow?

Real mean after a few beers.

Soldier name of Paul Stark. Ring any bells with you?

MAN: You say you're friends of his, huh?

Want to do a little business with him.

Okay, take Route 4.

About an hour out of here.

And you didn't hear it from me.

Got it? From who?

That'll be 12 bucks even.

Thanks.

Thanks for the service.

Well, you can't believe everything you read.

I guess survivalists are big on long driveways.

Well, it discourages door-to-door salesmen.

You know, I can't figure out why someone like Doug Sullivan

would get mixed up in all this.

Serves him right for snaking Ginny Edwards away from me.

I was gonna dump her anyway.

Hey, did you see something move out there?

Would you take it easy? It's a little early for paranoia.

Early, huh?

What the hell are these guys doing out here?

I don't know, but I get the feeling

they're not baking bread and raising babies.

What do we do now, Mr. Ice Water?

Get the wagon in a circle.

VINCENT: Gentlemen, welcome to Base Camp Wasteland.

Now what can we do for you?

(GUNS FIRING)

What was that?

I can't hear you.

(GROANING)

Did you hear what he just said about me?

(GROANING)

Bravo, very good. Very, very good.

(CHUCKLING)

Now that you've shown me who you are,

let me introduce myself.

Colonel Paul Stark.

But you can call me sir.

Well, now, don't just kneel there.

Get up, son. Get up.

RICK: Well, you see, Colonel, in our line of work

we don't much like uninvited guests either.

But, as you can well imagine,

it's not the easiest thing to solicit over the telephone.

I mean, you don't exactly, pick up the phone and dial a toll-free number

and order maybe 1,000 rounds of nine millimeter ammunition, do you?

Which we are prepared to deliver

one week from order, no questions asked.

Or perhaps you would like to hear about our new line of submachine guns.

Now we've got...

Oh, we've got Ingrams, we've got Uzis, we've got Sterlings...

(PIN FALLING)

And factory fresh, ready for delivery.

And if you want a small insurrection, you've got it.

You wanna throw a bigger party, it's yours.

No problem.

Now, why don't you tell the colonel about this month's special?

Of course.

For the assault force that has everything,

two brand new Harrison M21 anti-tank devices.

And we're prepared to throw in 80?

80. Yeah. 80 rounds of H-E ammo

for you, sir, because you're a patriot.

It's a little game we played when things got slow at Firebase Charlie.

Now, don't let me interrupt you.

Yes, well...

How are you fixed for grenades?

Now, we've got frags, concussion, percussions, smoke...

And if you buy right now,

you can take advantage of our two for one on 50 yards of garrote wire.

Of course, all our products

are fully backed by our personal exclusive guarantee.

However, all sales are final.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Fire.

As we all know,

fire means power.

Oh, yeah.

Put those two together.

Firepower!

Yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah, yeah.

The logic of it is so clear,

so pristine.

Peace through firepower.

Yeah.

That's the only way for all of us, any of us.

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

Well, why don't we give you some time to think about it,

say, about a week, and then we'll come... Yeah.

Think about it?

I don't need to think about it!

I live it.

Yes,

a very effective sales presentation.

You gentlemen will leave and return tomorrow.

We'll have an order for you then.

That's superb. Oh, that's terrific.

Show these men to their accommodations.

Oh, no, that's very hospitable of you, Colonel, but we just checked in...

We don't want to impose or anything...

Firepower. Mmm-hmm.

You have come at a very good time.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, guys, you don't have to go to all this trouble, you know.

We could just jump right back in our truck, and...

Where's the truck? We're gonna wash it for you.

Oh, thank you.

You got a phone anywhere around?

I'd like to make a few calls. There's a phone in the guest tent.

Oh, posh accommodations, I can see that right now.

Thank you.

It's for you.

Collect call from Rod Serling.

We're in great shape. Oh, yeah.

That's what the guy said standing around the piano bar on the Hindenburg.

Hey, look, we're in. They bought our cover.

As soon as it gets dark we recon the joint, we find Doug Sullivan.

And then what?

We all go out and share a few laughs

with Colonel Stark raving mad out there

and skip merrily along home?

I tell you, we are so far upstream, Rick,

the last salmon we saw was waving goodbye.

A.J., you better find a place to park it and sit down.

Now, you're beginning to lose it.

Don't wanna wind up like Colonel Crackpot, out there.

You talk about flying with an empty gunship.

RICK: That sucker must've sat in on one air strike too many.

I mean, what movie is he watching anyway, man?

From Here to Insanity?

Rick. And that stuff about peace through firepower,

I mean, there is no question about it.

That guy is a AWOL. Absolute Whack-O Lunatic.

Of course, he's crazy like a fox.

As a matter of fact, he's probably listening to us right now.

And I was only kidding about that, you know,

because all great leaders have a terrific sense of humor.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

How's that for a punchline, maggot?

Oh, you're gonna get to love my sense of humor, all right.

'Cause we're gonna sit up all night telling jokes.

I'm gonna find out how funny you guys really are.

Take them to the penthouse.

Doug Sullivan?

Hallucination is the first sign of insanity.

Are you real

or am I crazy?

Both.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

I wanted Sullivan dead.

You're the one that talked me into keeping him alive.

You promised General Sanchez 40 commandos and you need every man you've got.

I don't need cowards like Sullivan.

He didn't know what he was getting into.

What does he think we're training for here?

A high school football game?

Man, we are spearheading a military coup!

The General's not gonna like you pushing up the jump-off.

We may not be able to get air cover for the landing.

Just get on the horn to San Leone

and tell them to change the landing zone.

We mount up and head south tomorrow morning.

What are we gonna do about Sullivan and our new guests?

Call an air strike on them at dawn.

All three of them.

Well, Dougie,

how does it feel to be voted "Guy most likely to die"?

How the hell did you get here, man?

You had it made, you could've played varsity for life.

You know what it's like to reach the high

point of your life when you're 18 years old?

Hmm?

I was on top.

That meant I had nowhere to go but down.

I was looking for something to feel good about.

I wanted to make the team.

Any team.

When I ran into this group, they were talking

inner strength, self-reliance.

(SIGHS)

I needed to prove myself to guys who'd been there.

Stark and the others,

first string.

Well, there's one big difference.

The game they're playing doesn't have any homecoming floats

or cheerleaders or pompom girls or morality.

Or conscience or mercy.

Man, I'll tell you. For a guy with a 4.0,

he has got all the brains of a football.

Now be quiet and listen if you want to get out of here alive.

And I'm sorry about this afternoon. My name's Vincent.

You didn't know it, but you brought me a message. The M215.

Yeah, it's a bureau code for evacuation.

I've been under radio silence for three weeks.

Now, Stark may be crazy but he knew we had him infiltrated.

You're FBI? That's right.

And right about dawn, we're gonna be ground zero for a chopper assault team

and I don't plan on being here.

The truck's parked right out front.

If we can get through the gate

without waking up Stark, we'll be all right.

Let's go.

Can you walk? SULLIVAN: Yeah.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Hey, psst.

How long after we start her up

are the guards gonna be on us?

That's seconds. They're light sleepers.

Let's push it to the gate.

STARK: Thank you, Mr. Vincent.

You know how I enjoy night maneuvers.

Colonel, war games are over.

My people know everything.

It's time to give up your command.

Surrender?

Nuts.

I can help you, Colonel.

The Army takes care of its own!

You're a decorated veteran. A respected man.

We can help you.

It's just that your methods have become a little unsound.

You are a traitor. Muster the troops!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SCREAMING)

You know,

we may not have gotten paid for this case,

but it was worth every penny just to see the look on your face

when Mrs. Bartlett kissed you in front of the entire reunion.

Blew my credibility for half the class.

Well, not with Ginny Edwards.

Well, that's true. The best thing about reliving old times

is you get to start some new ones.

Oh, she's just the way I remembered her, too.