Original subtitles

[truck rumbling]

[soft suspenseful music]

[text beeping]

- What do you make of this mission, Murph?

I mean come on, it's not every day the Mexican government

turns over one of the country's most powerful drug lords to the US.

- Didn't ask, Tommy, just following orders.

All right gentlemen, we move in, we move out, we make it quick.

Any questions?

- No, sir. - Woody?

- No, sir. - Spencer?

- No, sir. - Lock and load, gentlemen.

[guns clicking] [tense music continues]

[type beeping]

Keep your eyes open.

[officer and soldier speaking Spanish]

[officers and Santos speaking Spanish]

- Senor Santos, you play this like a gentleman,

we'll do the same.

- Four dead gentlemen, what a waste of fine manners.

- And no smoking in the car. Tommy.

[door thuds]

[suspenseful music continues]

[truck rumbling]

- Major, we got company.

[tense music]

Murph, we gotta move.

[gunshots cracking] [people shouting in Spanish]

[gunfire rattling]

[soldier screams]

[gunfire cracking]

- Come on. We gotta leave him. Let's get him on the way back.

[gunfire rattling]

[man screams]

[tense music]

[people scream]

[explosion booms] [man screams]

Move it! Time to get this thing outta here.

Go! Go!

[engine revving] [gunshots popping]

[explosion booms]

[gunshots popping]

[people scream in Spanish]

[soldier grunting]

[gunfire clattering]

[person screams]

[gunfire clattering] [people yelling]

- Move it!

Get in.

[tense music continues]

Let's go.

[gunshots popping]

[tires screeching]

Get down!

- Gringo! [driver groaning]

[metal crunching]

[Murphy exclaiming]

[tense music continues]

[Murphy grunting]

- [John] Oh, shit!

[explosion booming]

[flames crackling]

[ominous music]

[people speaking in Spanish]

[gunshot bangs]

[shooter laughing]

[engine starting]

- General Oxenberg.

I'm not proud of myself, sir.

Believe me, if I had the nerve, I'd blow my brains out.

But since I am afraid to die, I want total immunity.

Total immunity or the deal's off.

Santos was taken out today.

You think I have time to wait for a callback?

Check your email at the Pentagon and get back to me soon.

[phone thuds]

- What is this shit?

What's up ése? Huh?

That's pure coke with no cut on it.

- This shit's been stepped on.

- Hey, fuck it!

You came to us, right?

Do you want this stuff or not?

- Look, we want it, but the price is too high.

- The price is the price, asshole.

- Well we ain't gonna pay.

- Oh yeah you are.

[punch thuds] [gangster groans]

[tense music]

God it.

[head thudding]

[bone cracks]

- Goddammit. - Ooh.

- Right there, amigos.

Get the hell outta here.

[gangsters speaking in Spanish]

- And leave the money.

[gangsters speaking in Spanish]

[bag thuds]

- I am tired of dealing with those low level scumbag, boys.

We gotta start thinking bigger.

It's 2300 hours.

- It's going down now, Sarge.

That's the line whose taking care of business.

[suspenseful music]

[phone ringing]

- Do we have a deal? Did I get the immunity?

- Yeah, you're immune. You rat bastard.

[Gammon chuckles]

- Stand down.

[gunshot pops] [victim groans]

[crickets chirping]

- Fox one to Fox two. Immunity has been granted.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

- [Leo] I know those men were like family to you, John.

- General, my men knew the risk they were taking.

But this op was double classified.

If there was any doubt that this location

wasn't secured. - There is always doubt,

John, you know that.

It turns out Santos' men were tipped off

by a Mexican government official

and instead of rescuing Santos, Rosato executed him.

- Well maybe it's time you tell me

why we were so interested in Santos to begin with, sir.

- Come on in.

- [PA Announcer] Colonel McDonald,

please report your records section.

Colonel McDonald.

- Major.

- I believe you know everyone, John.

- Major. - Have a seat.

Ricardo Santos, the Mexican drug lord

we were attempting to extradite.

We were hoping Santos would provide information

regarding payoffs to American soldiers

patrolling the Cal-Mex border.

As it turns out, he was assassinated

by this man, Emilio Rosato.

Santos' second in command.

He was sent in to rescue him, killed him instead,

and took over his operation.

What we're gonna show you now, Major, are the soldiers

that we believe benefited from the attack on your unit.

This is Sergeant Michael S. Gammon,

US Army stationed at Fort Tillman

- Gammon.

He was given a silver star after Desert Storm, wasn't he?

Rescued a ward full of patients from a hospital

during a Scud attack?

- That's right.

Gammon was a solid career man

until a nervous his breakdown three years ago.

He was on medical for a while,

returned in excellent condition,

but he was overlooked for a promotion.

- Why?

- He cracked.

Cracks can be patched, Major,

but the weak spot's always there.

Corporals Theodore Knox, Nicholas Castellano,

Richard P. Henderson, all stationed at Tillman.

Fairly clean records although Castellano came into the Army

as a problem child.

Knox is Gammon's shadow, Henderson is his right hand.

These snapshots were sent to us.

Courtesy of Lieutenant Stephen Doyle,

also stationed at Fort Tillman.

Seems that Gammon and company have been getting fat,

taking payoffs from Santos on the Mexican border.

They probably already cut a deal with Rosato.

- That sounds like a case for internal affairs, sir.

Not army intelligence.

- John, you're the best there is.

South America. Bosnia.

No one's record even comes close.

- With all due respect, sir.

Busting fellow soldiers is not my forte.

- This is not a case of simple border corruption.

Lieutenant Doyle has already admitted involvement

in drug trafficking and racketeering.

He was gonna testify in exchange for immunity.

Gammon and his men are selling drugs to the local dealers

and US munitions to a major cocaine distributor.

- Lieutenant Doyle called us last night

from his office on the base.

Shortly thereafter he was murdered.

[ominous music]

- This is a very grave and delicate situation, Major.

We need your help.

[somber trumpet music]

- Who's commanding the base?

- Brigadier General Albert Becker.

- You think he's involved?

- Well that's what we want you to find out.

- Lieutenant Andrews will be your contact in California.

I believe you two have worked together before.

- Yes, sir we have, in the Philippines.

It was hot.

- You'll be wearing a wire this time, Major.

So try not to sweat.

- Good morning, Lieutenant. [text beeping]

[motorbike rumbling]

Papers.

- Yeah.

[paper rustling]

- Thank you. Have a good day.

- You're welcome.

[engine revving]

- Nice bike.

[foreboding music]

♪ [indistinct] walked down the stretch ♪

♪ He walked and he rolled down the stretch ♪

♪ Airborne Rangers gonna tickle and impress ♪

♪ [Group] Airborne Rangers gonna tickle and impress ♪

[truck rumbling]

- [Group] One, two.

♪ Airborne Rangers rolling down the strip ♪

♪ Airborne Ranger gonna take a little trip ♪

♪ Airborne Ranger gonna take a little trip ♪

[Becker laughing]

- Quite a character you are, Corporal Dalton.

- [John] Sir.

- Your record here has more spots on it than a dalmatian.

- Sir.

- But then I suppose if you were an exemplary soldier,

they wouldn't ask us to straighten you out now, would they?

- No, sir.

- I'm well aware of the fact that I am an officer, son.

When I need a reminder, I will send for the president.

Now you gonna behave yourself in our fine base here,

hmm, Corporal Dalton?

- I'll try, General.

- [chuckles] You'll try. You are gonna try.

Let me tell you something, son.

I will bust your ass down to a buck private

you fuck up here.

The bullshit stops here.

Comprende? - Comprende, General.

- Good. That'll be all.

[footsteps tapping]

[foreboding music]

- [Gammon] The first four strikes, gentlemen.

One, two, three, four. [sticks clacking]

Again, pick up.

One, two, three, four. Pick up.

One, two, three, four. - Get him. Get him.

- [Gammon] Once again, full speed.

One, two, three. [sticks clacking]

Castellano, you're up. - Yes, sir.

[sticks clacking] [soldiers grunting]

- Again!

- Good morning, Sergeant

Corporal John Dalton reporting

Colonel Becker assigned me to your unit. Thought I might do well here.

- Everybody does well in my unit, Corporal.

You'll come to find that out.

Stand easy.

Tell you what, since it's your first day and all.

We'll take it easy on you. How about that?

- Yes. Sergeant.

- Knox! Front and center.

Corporal Knox. Corporal Dalton.

I'd like you to show this man how to fight.

Gentlemen, center of the pit.

Corporal Dalton, square your gear away on the ground.

- Yes, Sergeant.

- Show him how it's done, Big daddy

- Dalton, heads up.

- Who the fuck is this guy, Sarge?

- If you go left, all you gotta do

is block with your arm there.

[stick thuds] [Knox grunts]

[tense music]

[sticks clacking] [Dalton and Knox grunting]

[Knox grunting]

[Knox laughs]

[Knox and Dalton grunting]

[blows thudding] [tense music continues]

[Knox and Dalton grunting]

- [Soldier] Be sweet now, Knoxie.

- [Gammon] Knox, watch your back!

[Knox grunting]

[tense music continues]

[soldiers cheering]

- Good job, buddy.

- Yeah.

- Henderson, Castellano, in.

- Come on!

[Dalton grunts]

[fighters grunting]

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on!

[fighters grunting]

[blows thudding]

- You wanna die, you son of a bitch? Huh?

[Henderson and Dalton grunting]

[Henderson groans]

- You wanna take this all the way, sweetheart? Huh?

- Let him go, Dalton.

- You don't show me shit.

- Dalton, stand down. Let him go, Corporal Dalton!

Now, goddammit!

- I'm gonna skin you next time.

- We'll see.

- Thanks for taking it easy on me today, Sarge.

Permission to wash up, Sergeant.

- Dismissed. Get the hell outta here.

[ominous music]

What the hell happened you all? Huh?

- Lucky bastard.

[ominous music]

[door clicks]

[helicopter whirring outside]

[door creaks]

[door thuds]

[ominous music continues]

[tape squeaking]

- [John] You wanna take this all the way, sweetheart.

Huh? Huh?

- [Henderson] You don't show me shit.

- Let him go, Dalton.

Dalton! [fists thudding]

Hey, we got an assignment. Get your gear together.

Let's go. ASAP.

Put a goddamn fire in it man. Come on!

[suspenseful music]

[sign creaking]

[Humvee rumbling]

[door thuds]

As you were.

Alright gentlemen, listen up.

New man briefing.

I wanna stress the significance of our responsibilities out here.

We patrol the California-Mexican border

in an effort to deter and if necessary, detain

any nefarious alien personnel attempting to cross

the borders of this fine country

without proper documentation.

IE drug dealers, desperadoes or general scumbags.

Dalton, you have any questions?

- No, Sergeant.

- Good.

First assignment. Henderson, Knox, Castellano.

I want y'all to take the left sector over here.

You have any questions?

- No, sir. - No, sir.

- Alright, I'm gonna partner up with old Jackie Chan over here

while you boys finish licking your wounds.

- Yes, Sergeant.

- Now Dalton, I paid attention today.

I've read your 201 file.

Now it's no coincidence that you're in my squad.

I'm gonna make you or I'm gonna break you.

And one other thing you should know.

Kissing ass just pisses me right the hell off.

- Well, I was just being polite, Sergeant.

I'd never think of kissing your ass.

- You see there, boys, a little humor can be very disarming.

Just don't fuck up my squad, Dalton, you got that?

- Yes, Sergeant.

- Now what are you ladies waiting for?

A goddamn invitation. Move out and draw fire.

[ominous music]

Careful, Knox or he might whoop your ass again.

Dalton, come on.

[engine starting]

[Humvee rumbling]

Take these. Keep an eye on that ridge out there.

Beer. It's not a question, it's an order.

- Thanks, Sarge.

Still learning how to read the shorthand.

- Well, lemme make it easy on you.

You see out here, I'm the big dick.

General Becker likes me, respects me.

Lets me run my unit the way I see fit.

Now I'll tell you what, Dalton, listen to what I tell you.

Follow orders, I swear to God, Dalton,

you're not gonna believe how good you have it around here.

- Well here's to having it good.

- Well by God, I'll drink to that.

[cans clink]

- [Radio] Fox one. This is Fox two.

All clear.

- Fox two this is Fox one. Roger that.

Same sit rep here. Over.

- I think we got something, Sarge. 10 o'clock.

- I see him. [suspenseful music]

Fox two this is Fox one, over.

We got a land lizard running the ridge, check them out.

- [Radio] Roger that.

- Alright, Dalton. Now this may be nothing.

Just follow my lead. Understand?

- You got it, Sarge.

- Dalton, alcohol and firearms, they don't mix.

Get rid of that beer.

[engine starting]

[Humvee rumbling]

[suspenseful music continues]

[brakes squeaking]

All right, amigos, United States Army.

Step from the vehicle, get your hands where I can see 'em.

Get 'em up.

[speaks Spanish] Put your hands up.

Go on, put your hands where I can see 'em. Come on.

- I don't believe this. Is this some kind of fucking joke?

[driver grunts]

- Do you like a fucking joke, ése?

Castellano.

- Nice work, Dalton. We all could have been killed.

- Alright, Corporal. That's enough.

Lemme see some paperwork, amigo.

Come on. Hurry up.

- Did I miss something, amigo?

- Play along.

Tell Rosato we'll make it up to him and Pablo. Okay?

- Hey, Sergeant.

We got something.

- What do you got?

What's the story, amigo?

- I don't know what that is.

- This help you figure it out?

- Alright, pat him down.

Pat him down.

Turn around. Face the truck.

Hands on the truck.

Pat him down.

- I don't believe this shit. Hey man, what the fuck?

[driver grunts] [blow thuds]

[drug runners yelling]

[blows thudding]

[driver groaning]

- You are attempting to bring illegal substances

into the United States of America

and you are being busted.

So if I were you, I would show

this here sergeant some respect.

- I'm sorry, Sarge.

- Alright gentlemen, let's take 'em in.

Amigos, put your hands on your heads.

[Henderson speaks in Spanish]

- Get up.

- Come on. Come on, you'll live.

- Hands on your hands. [Henderson speaks Spanish]

- Get 'em in the back of the Humvee.

Knox. Log this as contraband.

- Hey, Sergeant, I got no love for these roaches

or the paperwork that goes with the bust.

I say we earned this money.

But it is your unit.

[Gammon chuckles]

- Well. Let go.

Thank you.

Tell you what, we'll just have

Knox log this with the contraband.

Knox. - Yes, Sarge.

- Log this with the contraband.

- Yes, sir. - Thank you.

Damn fine bust, Dalton.

Remind me to buy you a cocktail.

- I'll do that, Sergeant.

[upbeat music]

- Hey, Dave?

- What's up there, handsome?

- [Henderson] Oh, I think I done died

and gone to heaven, Knox.

Mm. - I see, I see.

- [Henderson] Baby. Shake your money maker.

- [John] This is a good whiskey.

- Ought to be. That's my personal stock.

[balls clacking]

- [John] Sarge, can I ask you something?

- Sure. Ask away.

- You didn't keep that roll of cash.

- You know how many years I have in the army?

[balls clacking]

Damn near 10.

Signed up when I was 17.

And all that time never occurred to me

even once to break a rule.

[balls clacking]

I'd be damned if I sell my soul for a wad of cash.

See, I'm trying to build something here, Dalton.

These guys here, Henderson, the others,

they don't really get me.

They do what I say. [indistinct]

Fuck all that shit. I wanna hear about you.

What drew you into the Army?

- My old man.

[sighs] He ran black ops for the agency

when there was a point to it.

Did more for his country than most four star generals.

He's not even buried in Arlington.

And I figured at least in the Army I'd get a medal or two.

Be the hero on the record.

But I've had a problem with some of the rules.

[John scoffs]

- Well this gig didn't exactly turn out

the way I expected either.

So when you talk to me about rules, I'll tell you this.

Rule number one, you look out for number one.

'Cause at the end of the day, Dalton,

you and me, we ain't no different than your daddy was.

We can't count on the goddamn suits

and we can't count on the Army.

All we got is each other.

But don't mind me.

I always get a little weepy when I've been drinking.

You know what, amigo? It's still pretty early.

Why don't we get you one of these pretty little senoritas

over here, help you forget about this bullshit.

- Say, I think you're right, Sarge. Thanks for the drink.

- Pleasure.

- Hey, Sarge,

for what it's worth, I get you.

- Outstanding, Dalton. Outstanding.

- And Oxenberg was right.

Gammon isn't just running a small time operation.

- Have you seen something?

- It's my instinct more than anything.

First night on, we stopped a couple

of Rosato's men at the border.

Gammon played it straight,

but I'm pretty sure they have a deal.

A few days later, Gammon ran the same patrol without me.

- John, that means he doesn't trust you.

- He doesn't trust me yet.

Every day I'm getting closer. You know why?

Because he likes me.

[Kelly sighs]

In a strange way, I kind of like him.

- Well, don't get too fond of him, John.

Either way, it seems to me that you'll be taking him down.

[Knox grunts]

- Hey, Henderson, you know what I hear

about these big muscle heads?

- What's that, Cassie?

- I hear it's a sign of a pent up

sexual frustration. [Knox grunting]

Too big, boy?

Oh, Sarge. - Carry on boys. Carry on.

So y'all enjoying your free time?

- Staying lean and mean like a fighting machine, Sarge.

- Outstanding, Knox.

Look, I have a few exercises planned

to help y'all work off those extra calories.

Think you might be interested, Dalton?

- Yes, Sergeant.

- How do y'all think? Think yeah?

Good. Now, Dalton, you're aware these exercises

have been devised outside of base curriculum.

Participation is not mandatory.

[foreboding music]

You see what I'm saying?

- I see what you're saying, Sarge.

- Very good. Let's gear up and get outta here, boys.

[Humvee rumbling]

Let's go, boys.

[ominous music]

Alright, you can handle this now, can't you?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, boys.

- Turn around. Turn around.

[soldiers scuffling]

[tense music]

Chill out.

Like that, pretty boy?

- Check him good.

- Hey! - Be still!

- He's clean, Sarge.

- Of course I'm clean.

- Just precaution is all.

You see, this is a a very delicate time for us all.

Very important time.

It's not that we don't trust you, Dalton.

We just gotta be sure.

And besides, you're the one said

your old man was a spook, right?

- That's right. But I'm not him.

- Well, I believe you. Get yourself squared away.

Alright boys, let's get down to business here.

Now Rosato is cool with the bust.

All right? No big fucking deal.

Now these amigos coming in are Pablo's boys, not Rosato's.

Alright? They're coming with the usual payroll.

Now what they're expecting, they're expecting us

to take the cash, swap out the plates

and let 'em roll on through as usual.

But I say, why the hell should we settle for a damn payoff

when the big money is in delivery and distribution?

I say we take over LA. Take it away from Pablo.

What do you say? - Yes, sir.

- What do you say boys?

- [All] Yes, sir.

- Don't call me, sir. I work for a goddamn living.

Alright? They should be popping in here anytime.

[suspenseful music]

[truck rumbling]

- Hold up, amigo. - Okay, you guys

in the back of the truck.

Come on down, ése. Step down.

Hold down. - Get down.

- [Gammon] Step on down.

- You heard me. Come on. - Come on down.

- [Knox] Over there.

- Hold on, amigos.

There will be no bust today, compadre.

[drug runner speaks Spanish]

- How are you? Have you got something for me?

Ah, dinero. [speaks Spanish]

Henderson here is gonna take good care of you.

[drug runner speaks Spanish]

- You see, we feel so bad about busting your compadres

that we're gonna help you boys realize a lifelong dream.

- What dream?

- See, we're gonna bury you right here in the United States.

[ominous music]

[drug runner yells in Spanish]

[gunshots banging]

[drug runners groaning]

[drug runners groaning]

- Guess I owe you one, Dalton.

- [Gammon] How we doing back there, Castellano?

- Truck's all clear, Sarge.

- Henderson?

[gunshots banging]

- [Henderson] All clear, Sarge.

[somber music]

- [Gammon] All right, boys, what do you got?

- Woo hoo hoo hoo. Mother load!

- Fucking jackpot! - Outstanding, boys.

All right, let's get this case offloaded

and put back on the Humvee here.

Time for phase two, delivery to Pablo.

Good work. Dalton. Come on, on the Humvees.

[engine starting]

- Thanks, Castellano.

- Just taking care of business, bro.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

- Okay gentlemen, this is it.

There's nothing wrong with boosting a couple weapons,

but we got scumbags like Pablo making millions of dollars

distributing drugs in Los Angeles.

Now we got three things that he doesn't.

Balls and a perfect cover.

From here on out we're players.

This is war. We win or we die.

Time to lock, cock and ready to rock, boys.

[suspenseful music]

[guns cocking]

We're moving on up to the east side.

Time to get our piece of pie.

[van rumbling]

[suspenseful music continues]

[water splashing]

[van rumbling]

[suspenseful music continues]

- [Gammon] Careful there.

- [Pablo] New shipment, Gammon.

I see the excitement hasn't slowed you down.

- Oh, quite the contrary.

You got my money?

- Open the truck.

- Dalton give him a hand.

[doors clicking]

[box thudding]

[box thuds]

[suspenseful music]

- Very nice. Pay the man, Ray.

[lid thuds]

[case clicks]

[Gammon clears throat]

- It's about 50 short, isn't it?

- What do you mean 50 short? The deal was 25.

- Yeah, for the weapons.

What about the cocaine?

- What fucking cocaine?

- Dalton.

- Ray, do you know anything about cocaine?

It was about guns, right?

[box thuds]

[locks clicking]

Where did you get that?

- Rosato supplies the drugs.

But I now control the pipeline.

Pedro. - It's Pablo.

- Shut the hell up, Pedro.

I am the man now. Understand?

Comprende?

from now on I will deliver the drugs to you

and you will distribute them for me.

Now if you got a problem with that, Pedro,

we can turn this whole operation of yours

into one big graveyard.

Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Pedro, make up your mind.

I am a busy man.

- No, papito, you're a fucking dead man. Matero.

[wood clattering]

[gunfire banging]

[drug runner groaning]

[tense music]

[gunshots popping] [drug runners groaning]

[drug runner gags] [flesh squelches]

[body thuds]

Roberto, Manuel. Rapido.

[Henderson whistling]

- Sorry, homes, Roberto and Manuel

they're, they're taking a siesta.

- Oops. Where the hell did they come from? [laughs]

Put your hands up, Pedro.

[suspenseful music]

Put your hands up. Come on, Pedro.

Put 'em up here.

- Pablo, take the man's deal.

Let's get outta here before both of us are dead.

- He knows better than to kill me.

I have soldiers in my army that will hunt you down

and they will slaughter you like a dumb animal.

- Well, I, I think you're seriously

overestimating your troops' affection for you, Pedro.

I do.

Knox.

[tense music]

[gunshot bangs] [Pablo groans]

Is there any blood on my face, Ray?

[ominous music]

Is there any more blood on my face?

So what do you say, Ray?

Think you can run this operation for me?

- [laughs nervously] Sure.

[keys jingle]

There's 300 Gs in the trunk.

Apply the balance to the next shipment

and take the goddamn car.

After all, you're the man.

- I'm the man, Ray. I'm the man.

Gracias, amigo. I'll see you next week.

Let's go boys.

Oh, Ray. Here.

Get yourself some decent bodyguards. This ain't no disco.

[doors thudding]

[motorbike rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

[footsteps tapping]

[door knocking]

[door clicks]

[traffic rumbling]

[door thuds]

- I got a present for you.

- What's on it?

- My greatest hits.

Listen to me murder drug runners.

Steal and sell military weapons.

Hell, I do it all.

- Do we have anything on Becker?

- Not yet.

- Listen, John, they want you to stay in

just a little bit longer, just to make sure

that the ladder stops with Gammon.

- I figured that.

- Look, John.

You realize that the only people

besides us who know that you went undercover

were the men who briefed you.

- [scoffs] Meaning that there's no backup.

That if things get too dangerous they'll just cut me loose.

- I wouldn't do that and neither would General Oxenberg.

- You know it's funny, Kelly, it's funny

that the only guys watching my back

are the ones I'm trying to bust.

[Kelly sighs]

- So you told Ray and his people in LA

that we'd be sweetening the pot this month?

- Yep.

- What about Rosato's crew? Huh?

[guns clicking]

- It's in the works. Right, Dalton?

- You got it, Sarge. Sometime this week.

[Castellano mimics gunshot]

- Besides we're minimizing his damn risk.

We're only taking a small bite for our troubles.

Trust me.

Don't beat up the losses, compadres.

[door thuds]

It's about time, Henderson.

About to starve to fucking death over here.

- I had to go to three fucking stores

to get that ice cream you like, Sarge.

- [Castellano] Outstanding, Corporal Henderson.

You know, sometimes I squint my eyes a little bit.

An apron and some tits. You could be my mother.

- Oh, is that right?

You know I hear I can have my way with your mom's ass,

all night long if I want for five bucks.

- Yeah, but she's worth every penny of it.

Get that piece of shit outta my face.

- Stop fucking around, you two.

Henderson, put your ass in the seat.

Knox, set your ass down.

I wanna talk to y'all about something.

[gun thuds]

[foreboding music]

You know, it took me a long time

to decide what it is I wanna do in this life.

For a while there I thought

I wanted a chest full of medals

and the love of my countrymen.

Hell, even for a little while there

I thought it was money and power.

But I now know what it is I want most out of this life.

And that is a legacy.

I want someone to say, "I have what I have

because of Michael Gammon.

Everything that I am and everything that I will be

is because of that man."

Now that sounds pretty damn simple, don't it?

But I cannot leave a legacy

to someone that I do not trust.

I am a devoted and generous father.

But I am unloved.

Unloved because what I have to offer, was not good enough.

[suspenseful music continues]

A legacy, my legacy...

was not good enough.

[suspenseful music continues]

You goddamn motherfucker!

[gunshot pops]

- Goddamn!

- He made a side deal with Ray.

[somber music]

A little cocaine off the fucking top.

Now I expect that kind of bullshit from Ray.

But Henderson?

[blow thuds]

Fuck.

Nothing gets past me. Not a goddamn thing.

Now I hope you assholes understand that now.

Dalton, let's go. And grab my fucking ice cream.

[gun clicks] [shell clinking]

Knox, clean this piece of shit up.

- He's lost his fucking mind.

- Private Calabrese, I have just been informed

that Corporal Richard P. Henderson has been found dead.

It seems that he has taken his own life.

Now we will need to notify his parents

and make the necessary funeral arrangements.

[exhales sharply] It's a shame what happened to that boy.

Such a promising young soldier.

- [Calabrese] Yes sir, General.

[Becker sighs]

[footsteps tapping]

- When Richard Phillip Henderson was placed in my command

he reported to this base with his parents at his side.

[somber music]

You asked me to take good care of your boy.

You were proud of your son and you had every right to be.

We soldiers are a dedicated lot.

And we are held to a higher standard.

We train long and hard

and we reach for a level of perfection

that is bound to exceed our grasp.

The pressure is never ending.

And sometimes we fail to see the signs of one who is,

who's overwhelmed by that burden.

Rick Henderson's life may have been ended by his own hand,

but this was not in any way his failure.

It was ours.

I ask his forgiveness and yours

and let us pray that your boy

will watch over us from heaven.

- Alright gentlemen, listen up.

This is the one that's gonna put us on the map.

Jose Malo, the unofficial godfather of East LA.

Direct competition with us.

Now Pablo was too weak to take him on,

but we on the other hand, are not too weak, are we?

- No, sir.

- Castellano?

- Another dead wetback, Sarge.

- What do you say, Dalton?

- He's ours.

- Outstanding, gentlemen. Outstanding.

[text beeping]

[gate creaking]

[people speaking Spanish]

[van revving] [tires screeching]

[tense music] [gunfire clattering]

[gangsters screaming]

- Go.

[gangsters yelling] [gunfire clattering]

- On the right. - Quick.

Go.

[tense music continues]

[gunfire clattering] [gangster groans]

- Watch out! Here we go.

[gunfire clattering] [gangsters groaning]

[tense music continues]

[gunfire clattering] [people screaming]

[guns clicking]

- Left, clear. - Right, clear.

- Officers. Move out.

Let's go, Dalton. Move it.

Move your ass, goddammit.

[tense music continues]

- Clear. - Go, go!

- Clear. - Let's go.

Get the hell out of Dodge.

Hustle it up. All right. Get the truck.

Come on, move out! Move out!

Go, go, go.

Watch your backs.

All right. Let's get out of here.

[doors thudding]

That was fun. [tires screeching]

[van revving]

[upbeat music]

Gentlemen, you honored yourselves today.

You fought bravely and nobly.

Hell, I'm not gonna mince words.

You kicked some bad motherfucking ass.

I'm proud of you.

- I believe that.

- Hell, I watched y'all in awe.

And you know what the thing I was most proud of,

you did not kill for the sake of some outdated ideal.

You killed, like me, because you believe in your future,

a future that America can no longer give us,

a future we must now take.

I propose a toast to our future.

Here's to us and those like us.

- Damn few left.

- [All] Most of them are dead.

[glasses clinking]

- Gentlemen, I shall return.

[hand tapping]

- Hey, Dalton.

Ése, I'm talking to you.

I think maybe we got some unfinished business.

See, my older brother, he died when I was a little kid.

God rest his soul.

I'll tell you, that son of a bitch was the best.

You're my family, Dalton. All of yous.

[Castellano speaks Spanish]

Oh!

Who put that chair there? [grunts]

- I better get little brother home.

[Castellano groans]

- Don't forget your coat. Go on, get some rest.

Grab a chair.

You think Malo got the message?

- I'm just wondering, the more we expand our power base,

the more visible we become.

- You worried about being exposed.

- Shouldn't I be?

- And Al Capone wasn't visible? Murder Incorporated?

John Gotti, the Gambino family?

Now the world knew those boys' names.

But to touch 'em, it took a fucking miracle.

- Sergeant, they weren't soldiers in the US Army.

I'm worried about this shit.

I'm worried about General Becker.

- Yeah, you let me worry about Becker.

You don't see him on my back, do you?

You don't see him give me orders, do you? Do you?

[foreboding music]

- No I don't.

- That's right. You don't.

Look, I am a sergeant in the United States Army

and during my time in service I've learned two things.

Heroes and cowards are both buried

under the same goddamn dirt.

You know what that one is? Fear.

Respect and fear. Same word.

Now I will be buried in Arlington one day.

But until that time,

let me be feared as the godfather of LA.

You see what I'm saying?

[ominous music]

- [Gammon On Tape] Now, I will be buried

in Arlington one day.

But until that time,

let me be feared as the godfather of LA.

- Tell me this isn't enough.

[siren wailing]

You tell me this isn't better than a signed confession.

- He didn't confess, John.

He merely theorized about

the capabilities of the justice system.

- Bullshit!

You're feeding me bullshit like the fucking suits.

- I'm playing the devil's advocate.

- Hey, I've been living with the devil. Okay?

Now I'm a part of this thing and I want it to end.

I wanna shut this ring down before Gammon does take over LA.

And what about my testimony?

I suppose that's just fucking theory too, huh?

- John, hear me out. John, just hear me out, okay?

Listen to me.

Of course we could indict Gammon

and Castellano and Knox as well.

But this is not Al Capone we're dealing with here.

This shit is in our own backyard.

Now, I know they don't tell me everything,

but I do know Pentagon will not

go to court on this and lose.

[sighs] John, just hang in there. Okay?

Just one more week. Just hang in there.

And if this top man theory doesn't pan out, we'll pull you.

[soft gentle music]

- [Ray] That was some fucking move you guys pulled on Malo.

- What's the word on the street?

- That you're a fucking psycho.

I mean you, you came out of nowhere,

you're running guns, shit like that.

What the fuck?

- Balls. We've got balls, Ray.

That's all anybody needs to know.

- Yeah, but I've got the heat coming down on me.

Malo had friends out there.

I've had to double security. - I told you I would take care

of your goddamn security now, didn't I?

- Malo was from the neighborhood. I'm not.

And you're not either.

- So what you're telling me then, Ray,

is that I'm being discriminated against.

Is that what you're telling me?

That's funny, Ray. That's a good one.

Dalton, remind me to call my lawyer.

We just may have to sue.

- You got it, Sarge.

- You be a good boy, Ray. [mimics gun shot]

And um, call me when you got something important to say.

Nice shirt. Let's go, Dalton.

- Hey, Dalton.

I'm glad he's getting such a kick out of all this,

but I got people out there with a real beef against me.

- You should have stuck with a accounting, Ray. Much safer.

- Man don't patronize me.

I know what I'm doing or I'd be dead just like Pablo.

I'm telling you, Gammon's about to step on his own dick

and it's up to you to try to rein him in.

All right?

- I'll do what I can, Ray.

- Dalton?

Anytime.

[ominous music]

[car rumbling]

I think Ray is a fucking weasel, man.

And it's only because of my good graces

that little bastard's still breathing.

- He was just relaying his security issues, which I-

- What does he think I forgot about that

butt fuck with Henderson?

Is that what he thinks? The man's a weasel.

Don't worry about Ray.

We're gonna get rid of Ray before too long. Trust me.

- Sarge you kill Ray.

You might as well retire from the Army

to run the drug business.

[tires screeching]

What the hell are you doing?

- Are you with me, Dalton?

'Cause I'm getting ready to go into a meeting with Rosato

and I do not want that man

to see any dissension in my ranks.

Are you with me?

- Yes.

- Get out.

Get the hell out now. Get outta the goddamn car.

Get the hell outta here now.

- What the fuck is going on? Huh?

[tense music]

- Goddamn you. Shoot me.

Take it. Shoot me!

Take the fucking gun and shoot me

because there's no out for you here, Dalton.

I got too much invested in your ass.

Now if you're not with me,

you better stop my clock right now,

because I swear to God I'm gonna shoot you dead.

I ain't playing no fucking game.

[tense music continues]

[door thuds]

[door thuds]

[engine revving] [tires screeching]

- [Rosato] So how's the LA operation?

- Outstanding.

With the exception of a few loose ends that we gotta tie up.

Everything's in great shape.

- That's good news.

[ominous music]

My friend, you won't be too offended

if I borrow our amigo for a moment.

A small personal matter I wanted to discuss.

- Not at all.

[ominous music continues]

- Watch your back.

[foreboding music]

- I think you know that I value our association.

- As do I.

- I would never tell you how to conduct your affairs,

but I feel compelled to tell you, on your last visit,

my man thought your compadre Dalton looked familiar.

Today, he confirmed that Dalton was part of the team

brought in to pick up Santos.

Those men were Army Intelligence.

I would not mention this unless my man

had been very clear on this point.

Alejandro.

Are you certain, Alejandro, that the man at the table

is the man you saw at Porto Diablo?

- Si, patron.

- Did any of your other men identify Dalton?

- Very few of my men survived the battle, but no.

[suspenseful music]

- Alejandro, gracias amigo.

[gunshots banging] [tense music]

My friend, I appreciate your concern

and your good intentions,

but I believe your man was mistaken.

[tense music continues]

- Vamanos, my bro, we're outta here. Let's go.

Let's get outta here.

[tense music continues]

[doors thudding]

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

- [John] What happened back there, Sarge?

- Don't worry about it.

- Is everything cool with Rosato?

[gun clicking]

- Like the man said, it's a personal problem.

It's been dealt with. It's all squared away now.

So what's on your agenda tonight?

- I thought I'd go over payroll at the hideaway

and call it a night.

- You work too hard, Dalton.

- You wanna come along?

- No, not me, compadre.

I'm the boss. Remember?

[suspenseful music]

[traffic rumbling]

[motorbike revving]

[car rumbling]

[suspenseful music] [footsteps tapping]

- I need to talk to Oxenberg.

- Yeah. I'll just-- I mean now.

- John, that's impossible.

- No, it's not impossible.

You pick up the phone and you dial.

Please.

[phone ringing]

[keyboard clacking]

- Oxenberg here.

- [John] It's Murphy.

I want out, General, I think I've been made.

- You're not sure.

- Something went down at Rosato's place today.

I don't have it on tape, so don't ask.

Gammon's about to blow and if I know him like I do,

he's on to me.

- All right, John, take it easy.

I'm gonna get you out of there.

I gotta make a couple of phone calls

and I'll get back to you from the Pentagon

in 20 minutes, okay?

- I can't hang around long, General.

- 20 minutes.

- Okay.

- All right. Hang in there, son.

[phone thuds]

[suspenseful music]

[door thuds]

[motorbike revving]

[car starting]

[car revving] [tires screeching]

- [Gammon] Get in, dammit. Get in the car, come on.

- Yeah, he just left.

- I don't need this bullshit.

- Look, Sarge, we don't know for sure Dalton's a rat.

I mean I just checked his room top to bottom.

I couldn't find a thing. The guy's clean.

- Yeah and he was clean when we frisked him too.

And he says all the right goddamn shit.

And he makes all the right moves too, don't he?

- Yeah.

- I'll tell you what, Castellano.

If I find out that Dalton has been playing me,

I'm gonna rip that boy apart and piss on his bloody remains.

- Sarge, if he's playing you, I'll help you do it.

But for now, maybe the best plan

is we just keep cool till we know what's going on.

- I'll keep it cool. I'll tell you what, though.

If he's on the job, that boy ain't working alone.

He's got someone else out here.

What do we know about that girl he's been seeing?

- Not a whole hell of a lot.

- Well we got some work to do then.

Let's go.

[vehicle rumbling]

- Alright. I just spoke to Murphy.

Things are coming to a head.

I wanna make sure you people can deliver serious backup.

We now know that Gammon's operation

reaches deep into the LA drug trade.

That's why we have to have all of our intelligence in place

before we can make a move.

We wanna make arrests.

We do not want to take military action

on one of our own bases.

But it just may come to that.

I've given Major Murphy 12 more hours undercover.

After that, I'm bringing him in.

Lieutenant Andrews is flying to Washington as we speak.

[foreboding music]

[footsteps tapping]

- Howdy, ma'am. Boyfriend not coming around tonight?

- Do I know you?

- It's a little bit early for work isn't it?

- Yeah. Well early bird catches the worm, I guess.

- Early worm gets eaten, don't he. [teeth clack]

Look, I'm not into beating women. I'm really not.

So why don't you just make it easy on yourself

and tell me everything you know about Corporal John Dalton.

- I know I prefer him to you. Excuse me.

Wait a minute.

[punch thuds] [tense music]

[car rumbles]

Get her briefcase.

[tense music continues]

[boot thuds]

[motorbike rumbles]

[knife clicks]

[lock clinks]

[doors clicking]

[suspenseful music]

- Henderson, Gammon, Castellano, Knox, Becker.

[door clicks]

[footsteps tapping]

[suspenseful music continues]

[guns thud]

- Gimme a hand, Castellano. - I got her.

- Give me that other one.

You hold her up. Got her?

- Yeah.

Come on sweetheart. Dorothy you ain't in Kansas anymore.

- All right, Castellano, I want you to go alert the MPs.

Tell 'em that Corporal Dalton is suspected

of border patrol corruption.

You got that? - Yes, sir.

- He is to be detained as soon

as he sets one foot on this damn base.

- Got it. - Alright, go.

[Kelly gasps]

- You gonna call General Becker, sir?

- When I get around to it. Is that okay with you?

- You're the boss. - That's right.

Okay, now listen up.

If you scream, I'm just gonna have to put a big old piece

of duct tape on these pretty little lips of yours, okay?

You talk to me nice.

You just might live long enough

to help me get outta here, okay?

All right.

Now, in a perfect world...

[paper rustling]

that is all the evidence that you have against me.

Tell me, baby doll, is this a perfect world?

Is it a perfect world, baby doll? Tell me.

- Not from where I stand.

[gun clicking]

[punch thud] [Kelly groans]

- Do not smart mouth me, you government issued piece of ass.

Okay?

Now just in case you miss those previews.

[punch thuds]

Now I am definitely not the poster boy

for political correctness and I will beat your ass bloody

if you do not make yourself useful.

Now I'm gonna ask you one more time nicely.

Where is Dalton and does he have any more evidence?

- [pants] I don't know where Dalton is,

but I do know one thing.

When he comes back, he will kill you.

- We'll see.

[crickets chirping]

[suspenseful music] [car rumbling]

[door clicks] [Dalton exclaims]

[Dalton grunts]

- Put your fucking hands where I can see 'em.

Show's over, Dalton or whoever the fuck you are.

[laughs] Rosato's boy made you

and Castellano just radioed me saying

Gammon's got your girl. [laughs]

I'm supposed to save you for Gammon,

but I'll feel good to do you right now.

- I don't suppose you feel like going hand to hand,

like a man.

- No. You're tougher, Dalton.

We all know that.

But guess what, I've got the gun. [laughs]

[Dalton laughs]

[Knox grunts]

[Knox and Dalton grunting] [blows thudding]

[Knox grunting]

[Knox yelling]

[Knox grunting]

[tense music continues]

[Knox and Dalton grunting]

[blows thudding]

[Dalton grunts]

[both grunting]

[Knox grunting]

[both grunting]

[tense music continues]

[kick thudding]

[gunshots blasting]

[Knox groans]

[ominous music] [Dalton breathes heavily]

[jeep rumbling]

- Sarge.

I've been all over the base.

I alerted every MP but nobody has seen the son of a bitch.

It's like he's a ghost.

- [Gammon] What about Knox?

- I can't raise him on the radio.

Looks like somebody ain't been too cooperative. Huh?

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, I think that's Dalton.

Halt! - Halt!

- Freeze! - Halt!

We have orders to detain you, Corporal Dalton.

Out of the vehicle.

[suspenseful music continues]

Raise 'em.

[guards gasp]

[blows thudding] [guards grunt]

[engine revving]

- I am waiting for information.

- Yeah, I just sent Knox over to the hideaway, sir,

I have not heard back from him yet.

- What about Dalton's girlfriend?

- Well, the little bitch won't talk to me,

but they got more information than what she had on her.

They got to, sir.

- You know, Mike, when we got into this thing,

I thought I was making a smart move

by hanging out the shadows.

But you have fucked things up so royally here

I am beginning to regret my decision.

- [Gammon] What are you so nervous about, General?

Your name has never been mentioned on tape.

The only person that knows

you're behind this operation is me.

- You know, Mike-

- Now you take care of me, sir. I take care of you.

- Don't you lay that loyal-[punch thuds]

bullshit on me, dammit.

You'd sell your own mother if you had to.

Now you find this rat Dalton.

You put a bullet in him before he takes us all down.

[door creaks and thuds]

- It may be too late, General.

Step away from your desk.

[suspenseful music continues]

- [exhales] You are, you are misinterpreting

the situation here, Corporal.

- Am I? We'll just have to sort it out at the court martial.

- I have, I have done nothing wrong.

- Gammon's gotta a hold of my partner.

So you're gonna take me to her, or I'll put a bullet in you.

[gun clicks] [gunshots banging]

[Becker groaning]

[somber music]

Where is she?

You can still die with some honor, General.

- She's, she's boiler room.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah. Gammon here.

- [Soldier] Sergeant Gammon,

Corporal Dalton just shot General Becker.

- Shit. Roger that.

You sit tight sweet pea. We'll be right back.

Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

- Yeah, this is the one. - This is Dalton's jeep.

[tense music]

[gunfire clattering] [people yelling]

[engine revving]

- Stop, stop! Hey, get out.

Stop! Get out!

Move it, move it!

Get out.

All of you. All of you.

Go, Castellano.

- Right behind you.

- Go ahead. We ain't got all damn day.

- [Castellano] You betcha, Sarge.

[jeep revving]

[tank rumbling]

- Faster, Castellano.

[gunfire clattering]

[tires screeching]

[tense music continues]

[explosion booms]

[tires screech]

Goddammit.

Come on, Castellano, faster!

[explosion booms]

Come on, Castellano! Can't you drive this goddamn thing?

[explosion booms]

[explosion booms] [tires screech]

[metal crunches]

We got him.

Come on, Dalton. Hold it.

[explosions booming]

[explosion booming]

[tank rumbling]

[tense music continues]

Let's move, Castellano. Out.

Get your whomp ass out. Come on.

[gunfire clattering]

Take care of Dalton, I want him dead.

[gunfire clattering]

- [John] Drop your weapon, Corporal.

- I got a better idea, Dalton.

[suspenseful music continues]

- We don't have to do this.

- Fucking rat.

Fucking stabbed us in the back.

[gunfire clattering]

[suspenseful music continues]

- You think Gammon cares about you?

He cares about you like he cared about Henderson.

- Henderson was a rat just like you.

And he got what he deserved.

[gunfire clattering]

[footsteps tapping]

- Gammon's going down, Castellano.

He's going down. He's gonna take you down with him.

This is your last chance.

Throw down your weapon.

- Alright. You wanna throw down?

Let's throw down.

[gunfire clattering]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Castellano exhales sharply]

[suspenseful music]

[Castellano exhales sharply]

- Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

[suspenseful music continues]

[gunfire clattering]

[Castellano groans]

[feet thudding]

[suspenseful music]

- Slow down, compadre.

Slow down.

Now what the hell kind of soldier are you?

No damn loyalty.

- Loyalty? You're the reason your men are dead.

You're full of shit, Gammon. You're not even a soldier.

You're a drug dealer and you've lost.

- I didn't lose shit.

I still got my pistola, compadre.

Now be a good boy and drop your weapon.

So me and my new lady friend here can walk outta here.

And who knows? I may even let her live.

Now drop your weapon.

I will blow her head off.

Come, be a good boy.

[gun clattering]

- All right, Sarge, shoot me.

- That's an outstanding idea.

- Now!

[blows thudding] [tense music]

[Gammon and Dalton grunting]

[Kelly grunts]

[punch thuds]

You bitch!

Come here.

[Dalton grunts] [blows thudding]

[tense music]

[blows thudding] [Dalton grunts]

[Dalton and Gammon grunting]

[punches thudding]

[Gammon yelling]

[Dalton thudding]

[punches thudding]

[Dalton grunting]

[Gammon grunting] [blows thudding]

[blows thudding]

[Dalton grunts] [blows thudding]

[Gammon growls] [tense music continues]

[Gammon yells] [ax whooshes]

[Dalton grunts]

[Gammon yells]

[blow thuds]

[both grunting]

[Gammon yells] [ax whooshes]

[blow thuds] [Dalton grunts]

[Dalton yells] [flesh squelches]

[electricity sparks] [Gammon groans]

[Gammon thuds]

[somber music]

- You okay?

- Yeah.

[somber music]

[footsteps tapping]

[jeep rumbling]

- Let's get outta here.

[jeep rumbling]

[somber music]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[somber trumpet music]