All language subtitles for Rock, The - Скала.1996.[Remastered].WEB_4K_iris2.srt - eng(13)

We can't hold out
much longer, sir!

General Hummel,
you've gotta get us outta here now!

I won't let you down.
I won't let you down, son.

Goddamn it, sir!

How long do we have to wait?
I've lost 15 men already!

They're lightin' us up like a firestorm!

This is Hummel.
Get my men outta there!

[soldier #3] We don't have clearance
to go behind enemy lines.

[soldier #3] They're not coming for us,
are they, sir?

Congressman Weaver
and esteemed members

of the Special Armed Services Committee.

I come before you
to protest a grave injustice.

It has to stop.

I miss you so much.

There's something I've gotta do, Barb.

Something I couldn't do
while you were here.

I tried.

You know I tried everything.
And I still don't have their attention.

Let's hope this elevates their thinking.

But whatever happens...

...please don't think less of me.

Marine, inform the garrison CO

General Hummel's coming on board
with an inspection team.

Yes, sir.
Sir, it's an honour having you, sir.

- About time for a guard meeting, huh?
- Yeah, I'll tell ya.

I got the access card. We got 30
minutes till those darts wear off.

Move it!

The access card, sir.

Let's do it.

2,400 magazine check.

Go, go.

- Man, it's wet out there.
- Check me through, will ya?

Clear!

- I want 16, major!
- Move it!

Evac!

Seal the door!

- Come on, man! Seal it!
- [man #2] No! No!

[man #2] Let me outta here! Oh, God!
Let me outta here!

Let me out! Let me out!

Clear out. Get outta here!

Sorry.

Let's move out.

Two more cc's of acetylene chloride.

That'll be $5, Isherwood.

You suck.

You guys have too much time
on your hands.

Yes! She's here!
Bring it to me now. Thank you, Phil!

What's that?
Why'd you get it sent here?

Carla wouldn't approve.

She thinks it's dumb
to spend $600 on an LP.

Carla's right. Why don't you
just spend $13 on a CD, man?

First of all,
it's because I'm a Beatlemaniac.

And second, these sound better.

Could be serious. Could be sarin gas.

Dog out of JFK caught a whiff
of something in this package

postmarked to a Bosnian refugee camp.
Could be detergent, could be sarin gas.

Bosnian refugee camp?

Half a million Serbians
reside in the US, Marvin.

- Serbians don't like Bosnians.
- Can we get suited up?

- You bring the cockroaches?
- Got 'em.

We have air lock, Stanley. Set to go.

October 1, 0900 hours.

Agent Stanley Goodspeed,
- Agent/
- Trainee Marvin Isherwood

initiating exam of wooden crate.
Suspicion of sarin gas inside.

- Marvin, sarin is a...?
- GB aerosol.

That is correct.

Let's see.
We have some dirty magazines.

"Stone Age Cave Girls in the Raw".

Kinky. And... not a good sign.

Hello, little baby doll.
Lookit, Stan.

- Hi there, Stanley.
- Marvin, don't!

Hi, Stan.

Shit! Move back! Move back!

- Powering exhaust.
- [man #2] Hang on, guys.

We'll have that room clear!
You'll be OK.

Jesus Christ!

OK, I've got some bad news
and some really bad news.

The bad news is the gas is corrosive,
and it's eating our suits.

- It's all over my hand, man!
- The really bad news

is there's enough C4 explosive and gas

to blow the chamber
and kill everybody in the building.

- Detonation two minutes.
- Out now!

Seal us inside.

- Where are the sprinklers?
- The acid's eating my su...

It's eating my ... suit!
All right? Shit!

Just wash us off!

- Where are sprinklers?
- We're working on it. Flow problem.

That's a pretty big friggin' problem.
Fix it now!

- We're working! How much time?
- A minute ten.

- Look!
- We're gonna have the room clear.

- Tell 'em to take the atropine, now!
- The atropine.

- What?
- Where's my water, Lonner? One minute!

Marvin, the atropine, now!

[man #2] Inject it in your heart
before your suit melts.

Shit!

- Make him take it too.
- Where's that water?

- Get that away from me!
- Come on, fix it for Christ's sake!

Take the atropine now,
for Christ's sake!

- We're ....
- The poison's mixing.

What the ...
are you waiting for, Stanley?

You take the ... needle now!

- ...! Shit! ..., shit!
- Forty seconds!

If that suit melts...
If you die, we all die!

Inject your heart
and then diffuse the bomb!

Just do it, Stan!

What if I miss my heart?
I can't see shit!

- Do it now!
- Look how big this is.

You want me to stick this into my heart?
Are you ... nuts?

- All right, it's coming!
- OK, here we go, man!

[man #2] Sprinkler activated.

How much time left?

Twenty seconds!

We're not gonna make it.

Fifteen.

Come on.

Clear!

Get me the ... out of this gas chamber!

I almost stabbed myself
in the heart with this thing.

- Stan?
- Hey, darlin'.

Hi, baby.

I had such an interesting day today.

Yeah, I had kind of
an interesting day myself.

Oh, OK, you go first.

Just some terrorists decided to send
a little care package, box of goodies,

which had to be neutralised
before blowing up the office.

So I took the rest of the day off. Glass
of wine, little guitar. Just relaxing.

- Wow!
- I mean it, honey.

The world is being
FedEx'd to hell on a handcart.

I really believe that anyone who's even
thinking about having a child

in this world is coldly considering
an act of cruelty.

I know, I'm rambling,
I'm complaining. I'm sorry.

- What's your news, baby?
- I'm pregnant.

I'm sorry?

I'm pregnant.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Wow!

Is that all you're gonna say is "wow"?

- You're pregnant?
- Three weeks.

How do you know?
I mean, how do you know?

Blue! Just turned blue,
so I went to the doctor.

You didn't mean
what you just said, did you?

- When?
- Just right now.

When you were talking about
bringing a child into the world

and having it be an act of cruelty.

- I meant it at the time.
- Stanley, at the time?

You said it
seven and a half seconds ago.

Well, gosh!

A lot's happened since then.
Look, we're not even married.

I know. It's funny
you should mention that.

- It's funny?
- Do you love me?

- Of course I love you.
- Good.

- Will you marry me?
- Whoa! Whoa! Wait, hey.

- Hey, marriage police, pull over.
- Come on, Stanley.

I'm proposing to you right now.

The Rock is the most famous and
was the most feared prison ever built.

Is it true that there's
never been an escape?

That's true. From 1936 until '63,
when the prison closed,

there were 14 attempts.

No one is believed to have
made it to shore, alive at least.

Hey, fellas. I'm sorry,
tourists are not allowed here.

- I don't really give a shit! Do you?
- No.

- Come here, fruity.
- Move!

Hey, girls?
Hi, you all havin' a good time?

Yeah.

Will you do something for me?
It's really important.

Tell your teacher you need
to get back on the boat and go home now.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Broadway!

This cell block housed
the most awesome scum in America.

Ladies and gentlemen, I, Ranger Bob,

cordially invite you to become inmates
of Alcatraz, temporarily, of course.

On the line!

Pretty tight quarters, aren't they, huh?
Like being a caged animal.

Spend a couple of years in there...

What's the matter?
Something wrong with the tour?

Tour's over, Bob.

What kind of ...-up tour is this?

General Hummel, Captains Frye
and Darrow reporting, sir.

Welcome to The Rock.
Land the choppers on the back side

- and deploy as planned.
- Aye, aye, sir. Move out!

I'm not allowed to carry a gun.

You're not allowed? I got a damn gun.
If I'd have known this was gonna happen,

I'd have brought
my ...' gun! Help!

Gentlemen, this'll be our new home.

Tom, I want my command centre
right here.

- I want coms up.
- Roger that, sir.

Satellite over there.
I wanna be up at 1600.

Let's move it.

Systems up.

Possible penetration point
in the shower room.

- We're setting anti-intrusion.
- I brought a personal touch, sir.

It's an anti-motion trembler device.
It's custom-made.

Nobody knows about it
and nobody expects it.

- What's it do?
- We head-fake 'em with the laser beam.

And then if they disturb
Mr Backup here, we own 'em.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you're being detained against your will.

For that, I apologise. It is not our
intention in any way to harm you.

You will not be detained
one minute longer

than is necessary
for us to complete our mission.

Attention on deck!

Stand easy, men.

Make no mistake about it, gentlemen,
we are now in harm's way.

For Baxter and I,
this is the last campaign

in a career datin' back to Tet '68.

Likewise for Captain Hendrix,
Sergeant Crisp,

who cut their teeth
under my command in Desert Storm.

Frye, Darrow, my first operational
situation with you and your men.

Thus far, your conduct
reflects your reputations.

- Thank you, general.
- Thank you, sir.

We have achieved our position
through poise, precision and audacity.

To this we must now add resolve.

We'll be branded as traitors,
the gravest capital crime.

Punishable by death.

A couple hundred years ago,

a few guys named Washington,
Jefferson and Adams

were branded as traitors by the British.

And now they're called patriots.

In time, so shall we.

God willing, in less than 48 hours,
you will evacuate this island

in gunships under cover of hostages
and VX gas warheads.

Your destination:
a non-extradition treaty country.

You will each be paid a fee
of $1 million for services rendered.

But you can never again
set foot on your native soil.

- Can you live with that?
- Yes, sir!

The men of Marine Force Recon
are selected to carry out

illegal operations throughout the world.

When they don't come home,

their families are told fairy tales
about what happened to them

and denied compensation.

Well, I have choked
on these lies my entire career!

Well, here and now, the lies stop!

God be with all of you.
Man your positions, men.

This is FBI Director Womack.

Director, be advised.

Eighty-one, I say again,

81 civilians are under
my control as of this moment.

You are to take measures to assure this
remains a need-to-know classified fact.

Who is this?

Mr Director, you have
a very serious problem.

A battery of VX gas rockets
is presently deployed to deliver

a highly lethal strike on the population
of the San Francisco Bay Area.

I will call at 0100 hours
to state my demands.

- I want to know who I'm talking to.
- Brigadier General Francis X. Hummel,

US Marine Corps, from Alcatraz. Out!

- I'll cancel your reservations.
- Get the Pentagon.

And call the San Francisco office.
It seems Alcatraz was just reopened.

Last night, Gen. Hummel,
using brutal but non-lethal force,

under the guise of a security exercise,
walked off with 15 poison gas rockets.

He lost one of his own men
in the process.

That's General Hummel in Vietnam.
I think he was a major at the time.

Three tours in Vietnam,
Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm.

Three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars
and the Congressional Medal of...

Jesus! This man is a hero!

I think "legend" might be
a better description, Sinclair.

Now we can add kidnapping
and extortion to his list of accolades.

Mr Sinclair,
General Hummel is a man of honour.

General, it's him.

- Frank, it's AI Kramer.
- Hi, Al, how you doin'?

I don't know, Frank.
Why don't you tell me.

Got a lot of very, very
worried people here, Frank.

I'll come straight to the point.

83 Force Reconnaissance Marines
have died under my various commands.

47 in northern Laos
and southern China.

Southern China? We never admitted
we sent troops into China.

Who is this? Identify yourself.

White House Chief of Staff
Hayden Sinclair, General.

How old are you,
Chief of Staff Sinclair?

I'm 33. - Well, Mr Sinclair,

you've probably got no ... idea
what I'm talking about.

By your ninth birthday,
I was runnin' black ops

and my men were responsible
for over 200 enemy kills.

Al, put some rigging tape
over Mr Sinclair's mouth.

He's wasting my time.

- You want to continue, Frank?
- Remember Operation Desert Storm?

Those surgical hits made by our
smart bombs, covered so well on CNN?

It was my men on the ground

that made those hits possible
by lasing the targets.

Twenty of them were left to rot
outside Baghdad after conflict ended.

No benefits were paid to their families.
No medals conferred.

These men died for their country,

and they weren't given
a goddamn military burial.

The situation is unacceptable.
You will transfer $100 million

from the Grand Cayman Red Sea Trading
Company to an account I designate.

From this funds, reparations
of $1 million will be paid

to each of the 83 Marines' families.

The rest of the funds,
I will disperse at my discretion.

Do I make myself clear?

Except for the Red Sea Trading Company.
What is that?

- Identify yourself.
- This is FBI Director Womack, General.

It's a slush fund where the Pentagon
keeps proceeds from illegal arms.

Jesus, Frank!
This is classified information.

You alert the media, I launch the gas.

You refuse payment, I launch the gas.

You've got 40 hours,
till noon day after tomorrow,

to arrange transfer of the money.
I am aware of your countermeasure.

You know and I know it doesn't stand
a chance. Hummel from Alcatraz. Out.

All right.
We have to identify the hostages

and contact each of their families.

Tell 'em something. Make up a story,
we've gotta keep this undercover.

If this comes out, the city
of San Francisco will be in chaos.

- I am talking anarchy.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What is the potential casualty rate
for a single rocket

armed with VX poison gas,
General Peterson?

- Sixty or 70.
- Well, that's not so bad.

Thousand.

Seventy thousand dead!

One teaspoon of this hits the floor,
it's lethal up to a hundred feet.

One teaspoon of this shit
detonated in the atmosphere

will kill every living organism
in an eight-block radius. Get the point?

What did Hummel mean
by your countermeasure, General?

Standard poison is countered by napalm.
Burns it, consumes it upon detonation.

The problem with VX poison gas
is that it's designed specifically

to withstand napalm. That's where
thermite plasma comes in. General?

Thermite plasma incendiary systems
can burn hot enough to consume VX,

but they're still in the test phase.
It's not operational.

Hummel knows this. We are dealing
with one smart son of a bitch.

What's it gonna take to equip a flight
of F-18s with thermite plasma

- within the next 36 hours?
- An act of God.

- Excuse me?
- All right, we can try.

I urge you to consider the use of this
as a secondary initiative.

Go to our primary initiative. Admiral?

Bring in our SEAL ground commander,
Commander Anderson.

Mr Womack, who is your best
chemical/biological man?

- That's interesting.
- Oh, yeah.

That's very compelling.

- You like my pigtails?
- Yeah, the pigtails are naughty.

Naughty. Naughty.

You're just an amaretto cream
with peach sorbet persuasion.

- This isn't happening.
- Stan, don't answer it.

- This isn't happening!
- Just don't answer it. It's OK.

I have to. It's the office, baby.
They know I'm home.

How could they possibly know
that you're home?

It's the FBI.

Stanley!

Goodspeed. Yeah. OK, yeah.

- I'll be downstairs in ten minutes.
- No, you won't.

- I have to go to San Francisco.
- No, you don't.

Stanley, no, you do not have
to go to San Francisco.

Are you kidding me now?

You need to stay here
and talk to me about things.

- I've got to go, baby.
- I am Catholic! Do you realise that?

I am pregnant and I am unmarried.
This causes a serious problem for me.

I cannot believe you.

No, no.

I love you. I will marry you.

I just didn't plan on this, that's all.

- Come to San Francisco.
- Really?

I'm sure it's just a training exercise.

Check into the hotel.
Order some champagne.

- We finish what we started?
- Exactly.

- Baby, you're gonna marry me?
- You know it.

You're gonna marry me!

- Honey, come on. Just a quick one.
- I gotta go now.

A night-time airdrop incursion
is out due to full moon.

Likewise a frontal seaside attack.

If we're compromised and
shots are fired, Hummel might launch.

Our alternative
is an attack from within the prison.

We penetrate through the tunnels
under the buildings undetected

and emerge in its centre.
We can jump Marines from behind,

and if we're lucky, take the rocket
positions without a shot fired.

- You've studied architectural plans?
- They're useless.

Alcatraz has been ripped up
and rebuilt for years.

- Under there is a maze of shit.
- There's no question, gentlemen.

We need first-hand intelligence
of the tunnels.

- What about the former warden?
- Died in 1979.

All the guards we contacted
were useless.

Um...

There is someone
who I think can help us.

This is for the sake
of national security.

No! It's the sake of national security

that got us here
in the first place 33 years ago.

I knew someday
this would come back to bite us.

Forget it! He does not exist.

He does exist! We just chose
to forget him for 30 years.

- We locked him up, threw away the key.
- A lot of goddamn good it did us.

He broke out of
two maximum security prisons.

- And if he hits the streets...
- He's not gonna hit the streets, Jim.

30 years ago, he was
a highly trained SAS operative.

He is my age now! I have to get up
three times a night to take a piss.

We can't risk letting him out.

He's a professional escape artist.

- Gosh. Neat...
- Yeah.

- Neat plane.
- Dr Goodspeed. James Womack.

- A pleasure to meet you. Thank you.
- Welcome.

You come very highly recommended.
BA, Columbia, MA, PhD, Johns Hopkins.

Biochemistry, toxicology.

I'm one of those fortunate people
who like my job, sir.

Got my first chemistry set at seven.
Blew my eyebrows off.

We never saw the cat again.
Been into it ever since.

- What do you know about VX gas?
- Liquid.

Failed pesticide discovered
by a mistake in 1952.

It's kinda like champagne.
Monks thought they were making wine.

The bottle carbonated.
Voilà! Champagne...

The gas, Dr Goodspeed.

It's very, very horrible, sir.

It's one of those things
we wish we could dis-invent.

This isn't a training exercise, is it?

No, Dr Goodspeed,
it's not a training exercise.

Good morning, director.

This is Ernest Paxton, in charge
of West Coast operation.

- Dr Goodspeed.
- Pleasure to meet you.

- How do you do, sir?
- It's been an interesting day so far.

The prisoner's here. Shall we?

My boys haven't been able to find a file
on this guy. Who is he anyway, sir?

His name is John Mason,

a British national incarcerated
on Alcatraz in 1962.

Escaped in '63.

I was under the impression
no one ever escaped Alcatraz.

Paxton, don't argue.

This man has no identity, not
in the United States or Great Britain.

He does not exist. Understand?

I want one thing:
how he escaped The Rock.

The route he took
through the island's bowels.

The papers are in order, sir.

We're prepared
to offer him a full pardon.

And, Paxton, no strong-arming Mason.
I know him too well.

Well, if you know him,
why don't you question him?

No, he'll remember me. I don't want
his anger clouding the issue.

All right. I'll take care of him.

Mr Mason, I'm Special Agent
in Charge, Ernest Paxton.

In charge of what? ... me over
for another three decades?

I don't know anything
about your previous matters.

I'm here because
a special situation exists

we feel you might
be able to help us with.

What might that be? I've been in jail
longer than Nelson Mandela,

so maybe you want me
to run for president.

- Not exactly.
- A pity.

- I feel rather like Alcamenes.
- Who?

Alcamenes. He was imprisoned
by his king in Ancient Greece.

- Like Sir Walter Raleigh. Same fate.
- James I.

Even someone as bright
as you must be aware

that there's
a certain pattern emerging here.

- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn?
- Yeah, I heard of him.

Didn't he play hockey
for the ...' Red Wings?

- That's the chap.
- Get this straight, pops.

I don't like you any more
than you like me.

But I'm here to make you
a legitimate offer.

You wanna hear what
I have to say or not?

By all means, dear Paxton.
By all means.

We got a problem in a place
that I think you know.

There's a hostage situation
on Alcatraz.

Hostage?

Eighty-one tourists.

The Rock has become
a tourist attraction?

Why don't we cut the shit.
You know The Rock.

- You broke out.
- Yes, successfully.

Yeah. Do yourself a favour
while you're helpin' us.

I mean, it'd be nice to get out of jail
while you're still vertical.

While you got a little lead
left in your pencil.

While I'm considering your offer,

I want a suite in the Fairmont Hotel.

You know, I'm here to cut you a deal.

I am not here to bend over
and take it up the ass from you.

Here. Here's a quarter.

Do yourself a favour. Call your lawyer.
You're goin' back to jail.

- You're sending him back?
- Not sending him anywhere.

I'm givin' him somethin'
to think about.

With all due respect,
I don't think we have time

- for him to sit and think about it.
- Oh, really?

No, Goodspeed's right.
You go talk to him.

- Me?
- Yes.

- Sir, I'm not qualified.
- You're an FBI agent!

- Your specialty?
- Chemical weapons.

Don't mention that.

- You want me to lie?
- Yeah, lie.

We got less than 24 hours.
Give it a shot.

OK.

Hi.

I'm an agent with the Federal...

...FBI. Uh...

- Well, I'm Stanley Goodspeed.
- But of course you are.

At least he got his name right.

- Of course I am.
- And you have an emergency.

That's right.

- And you need my help.
- Exactly right.

- Coffee.
- No, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

Offer me coffee.

Oh, yes! Well, that was,
in fact, gonna be my next...

Can we get a cup
of coffee in here, please?

And offer to take these off.

Mr Mason, really.

- All kidding aside.
- As a gesture of your good faith.

Prisoner requests
to have his handcuffs taken off.

No, no, no, no.

Go ahead and have
his handcuffs taken off.

Well, I guess that's one way to go.

This is a pardon and release contract
from the attorney general's office.

Now, it makes you a free man,
provided you cooperate.

So if you'll just sign...

- ...at... where it says...
- "Signature"?

That's... Yes. "Signature".

"I fear the Greeks
even when they bring gifts."

Oh, an educated man.

That rules out the possibility
of you being a field agent.

In point of fact,
I am a field agent, Mr Mason.

- Really?
- Yes.

- In which field?
- Antiterrorism.

Then you're trained in weaponry,
explosives and mortal combat.

Well trained.

Then it's the Fairmont Hotel.

- OK.
- I want a suite,

a shower, a shave
and the feel of a suit.

- May I also suggest... a haircut?
- Am I out of style?

Unless you're a 20-year-old
guitarist from Seattle.

- It's a grunge thing.
- Grunge?

Yeah, well...
OK, thank you very much.

All right. Call the Fairmont.

Close the floor if necessary,
but I want him sealed off.

And he gets two hours max.

Great job, Goodspeed.

Why didn't you throw
in a trip to Tahiti?

- I'll deliver this to attorney general.
- No, you'll give it to me.

Take Attorney Reynolds outside.

There's a car waiting for you.
Thank you.

That's a signed federal document, sir.
Isn't that illegal?

You're not acquainted
with the full facts.

With all due respect, sir, I'd like
clarification. I gave that man my word.

Damn it! You're on a need-to-know basis,
and you don't need to know.

It's... it's kind of curious, but, uh...

...Sir Walter Raleigh,
Alcamenes, Solzhenitsyn, they...

Well, they were all
wrongfully imprisoned.

Womack! Now, why am I not surprised,
you piece of shit?

Peace! Peace!

Hey, we're not home. Leave a message.

Hi, darling, it's... it's me.

Listen, don't come to San Francisco.
I repeat, do not come to San Francisco.

- Stanley, no!
- Carla.

- Like hell I'm not coming!
- Wait. Carla?

Who's Carla? And why don't you
want her to come to San Francisco?

You're on a need-to-know basis,
and you don't need to know.

Good. Mobile command
is fully operational.

We'll be there
in approximately two hours.

- I'm not armed, sir.
- Right.

- I am unarmed, sir.
- Well, where's your issue?

I left it in my... my sock drawer.

A gun?
For what? You're a chemical freak.

No, I'm a chemical superfreak, actually.
But I still need a gun.

Give him a goddamn gun.

Have you fired one of those things
since the academy?

Room service? Listen.

This is the penthouse.
Do you do snacks, drinks?

Hello!

- You the barber?
- No. Stylist.

Barber.

- Just clippers. No scissors.
- No scissors?

You've got to be kidding me,
no scissors!

- Did they tell Picasso, "No brush"?
- Scissors, this man could kill you.

I can't cut anyone's ... off
with a trimmer, now, can l?

Why don't we do this outside?
Get some sun.

Who did this to you? This is
just not right. In fact, it's nasty!

- Well, it's a grunge thing.
- Well, it's some kind of thing.

Do we have time for a sea kelp
protein pack and maybe some colour?

- No.
- OK.

- Not very nice, is he?
- No, he's not.

Hey, somebody ordered it.
Can't let it go to waste.

- Don't you ever stop eatin'?
- Not when it's free.

- We're supposed to be on duty.
- Hey, don't worry. He's an old man.

The boss is watchin' him.
Try this lobster.

Mm-hmm?

My secretary here
will settle the bill.

So, what do you have in store for me,
Womack, when this is over?

You'll get your life back, Mason.

But you could've given me
my life back years ago.

- Why should I trust you now?
- You've got my word.

Will you shake on it?

- Freeze, mister!
- Oh, man!

Help!

Drop the gun, or I drop your boss.

You will not!

- He's getting very heavy.
- Then pull him up.

Please don't!

Help! Shit!

Come on. Have a scallop.
Come on. Catch.

You hoist him in!

Help! Help! Help!

- Where's Mason?
- Help! Hang on!

- Where's Mason?
- Mason's gone!

Gone?

Clear.

Living room's clear!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

All units, this is Caretaker.
We have a signal six. He's in the hotel!

I don't wanna know nothin'.

I never saw you throw
that gentleman off the balcony.

All I care about is,
are you happy with your haircut?

Easy!

Watch it, you ...head!
You're gonna pull my arm out!

Watch out!

Watch it!

- Hey, watch it!
- He's over there!

Hey!

This is my Humvee. I don't want
dings, dents or scratches,

or I'll have your ass. Hey!

Hey! Stop! Hey!

I was inside the bedroom
with Jack Powell!

Hey, call the guard! Go!

FBI.

Move!

Whoa! Whoa!

Suspect is in a black Humvee,
heading west on California.

Speed approximately 70 miles per hour.

Get out of the way!

I want a net put on this
son of a bitch, you hear me?

This guy's hittin' every ... thing
in sight to block us!

I hope you're insured!

Oh, well. Why not?

You're goin' down!

Hello?

I'm only borrowing your Humvee!

Information? San Francisco?

Jade Angelou. That's A-N-G...

Welcome aboard, y'all.
How y'all doin' today?

Hang on!

Holy shit!

Whoa! Oh!

Oh, no!

We're gonna crash! Save yourselves!

Oh, my baby!

Oh, no!

Oh, no.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Hey, man, you just
... up your Ferrari.

- Baby's goin' down in flames!
- It's not mine.

Neither is this!

Damn! This sucks!

Where's that son of a bitch at?
I'm gonna hunt him down!

That mother...er ain't safe nowhere.

Chem weapons. Isherwood.

Marvin, look up
Wolfburg Federal Penitentiary.

The inmate is Mason, John.

Stan, listen. I'm gettin'
out of this government shithole.

Goin' to Orkin
to design roach motels. Cool, huh?

Look, I stole a kid's motorcycle.
I'm not feeling too good.

- Wolfburg! Got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

Magrane, Masconi, Masters. No Mason.

Go to February '76. Who was transferred
to Wolfburg from San Quentin?

This is weird. They got medical records.
They got place of birth. Glasgow.

Uh... But they don't have a name.

Wait a minute. Next of kin. Jade Angelou
of 32 Stenson Drive, San Francisco.

- Jade?
- No, Stacy. Jade's friend.

- Were you afraid to come alone?
- Yeah.

- It's OK.
- I'll be over here if you need me.

The last photograph I had of you,
you were about ten.

Yeah?

Well, I found a picture of you among
my mom's things when she died.

Oh, yeah? Well...

Why don't we take a walk?

I got him. Palace of Fine Arts.

Your mother... Yeah, well,
she was very special.

Yeah, she was.

But I don't think we should romanticise
what happened between you and her.

Meeting in a bar
after a Led Zeppelin concert.

Head out, and I was the result.

I'd like to think it
would've led somewhere if only...

If only what? Six federal marshals
hadn't kicked down our door

and dragged you back to prison?

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

- So they let you out?
- Yeah.

That's good.

What did you do?

Jade, I don't have
a great deal of time here.

But I'll be coming back. And...

- Maybe we can...
- What? We can what?

You know, you're almost
the only evidence

that I exist.

- But I don't know you.
- That's what I want to change.

I've rehearsed this speech a thousand
times on the chance that we would meet.

Here we are, and I'm lost.

Well, I don't know how
I'm supposed to be feeling either.

Jade, I'm not an evil man.

If you can believe that,
then it's a start.

OK.

Is this about you?

You broke out of prison again,
didn't you?

- Why did you come to me?
- FBI. Your father's working with us.

He's helping us resolve
a dangerous situation.

- He is?
- Yes, ma'am.

Well, gee whiz, John,
I guess we oughta get goin'.

Whatever you say, Stanley.

Thank you.
Could've handled it differently.

What do you say we cut
the chitchat, a-hole?

You almost got me killed twice.
And my jaw hurts like hell!

- Good.
- Cocksucker!

If I had my way, you would be shipped
back to Wolfburg in leg irons

and caged for the rest
of your natural ... life!

You wrecked half the city!

- Now, tell me about the tunnels.
- If you know the system,

it will take you
wherever you need to go.

There's an intake pipe here,
below low tide. Is that our best access?

Yes. That's exactly where I came out.

Beneath the cistern,

there's a connection
to the abandoned septic system.

- How many feet is that?
- Uh... fifty-seven paces.

Where do we go from there?

Where do we go from there, huh?

That's a good question.

- I have no idea.
- What?

I mean, I'll know it
when we're all inside.

No. You're not goddamn goin'.
Show us on the blueprints.

I can't! My blueprint was in my head.

I was underground
for three days in the dark,

just waiting for the tides to be right.

But don't worry.
It'll all come back to me.

- You're not going anywhere, Mason.
- Wait a second. This piece of work

might be the only chance
those people over there have.

If he's not going, then
why did we get him out of jail?

- He's smart.
- I got him out to get you people in,

- not go with you.
- If it's the only way

of getting the intelligence I need,
then he goes.

He'll ... with you.

You compromise my men's lives,
and I'll bury you out there.

Now, Womack,

you're between The Rock
and a hard case.

How is your bowling arm?

Dr Goodspeed, the goal

is to take out the launchers,
then neutralise VX chemical rounds.

We know the poison's
in the prison morgue

from the satellite thermal imaging,
which is these colourised dots.

Have you ever seen one of these devices?

No, sir, but I've studied them.

I should begin briefing
on defusing and detoxification.

Got a neat layout of the chem
as well as the rocket,

- so let's get rolling.
- That won't be necessary.

Oh, it's very necessary, sir.

The power of this chemical
is way beyond anything you can imagine.

An ecological disaster, sir.

Plus, the devices themselves
are complicated.

That's why you're coming with us.

- I am?
- You're the expert.

What's your problem?

You mean I'm going...
going out there, under the water?

Well, earlier today you wanted a gun.

Now, you're getting a gun
and a wet suit.

You ever been in a combat situation?

- Define "combat", sir.
- Shep?

An incursion underwater to
retake an impregnable fortress

held by an elite team of US Marines
in possession of 81 hostages

and 15 guided rockets
armed with VX poison gas.

Oh. In that case, no, sir. Excuse me.

- Here.
- Thank you.

You don't look too good.

In fact, you look like shit.

My stomach's doing
hula hoops around my ass.

You all right? I mean,
you gonna make it through this thing?

I don't know.

I always expected something
like this was going to happen,

but nothing prepares you for it.
Now, I'm... I'm responsible

for a whole city.

Look, I know this isn't easy for you.

Remember, you were trained
for this situation.

Believe me, it'll come back to you.

Besides, you got the best SEAL team
in the country backing you up.

OK. You're right.

I'll be on the wire.
I'll help talk you through it.

There's something else.

It's terrible. No, it's wonderful,

except it isn't.

My girlfriend's pregnant,

and she's just flown in to see me.

You keep your mind
on what you're doing tonight.

I'll send someone
to pick up your girlfriend

and bring her
to the command centre.

- Hummel!
- Hello, Frank. Lou Linstrom.

I'm at the White House
with General Kramer.

Frank, we're havin' a few problems
with the account transfer.

Don't tell me problems.
Tell me solutions.

We spoke to the president.
You're aware of his stance on terrorism.

- So we'd like to...
- This isn't about terrorism.

This is about justice.

It's about reminding people
who found it convenient to forget.

- This is goin' nowhere, Frank.
- Then let me tell you what is.

Fifteen VX gas rockets
into the heart of San Francisco.

You got 17 hours to deliver the money.

Or be prepared to reap
the whirlwind, gentlemen.

- What's the word from Mojave?
- General Peterson can give us

no definite assurance
on the thermite plasma.

That is the word.

Green light to SEAL incursion.

Fall in! All right, listen up.

Mr Mason will run point for us.
Lt Shepard will be attached to his hip.

You breathe, he breathes with you.
You piss, he helps. Understood?

Goodspeed is our specialist.
He neutralises the threat,

we launch green flares
and we wait for the cavalry.

Make no mistake, gentlemen.
We're in the fight of our lives,

against the greatest battalion commander
in the Vietnam War. I shit you not.

Any questions?

Let's load up!

After you, ace.

Pass out and activate the minicams.

Everything set here?
Minicams operational?

Roger that, sir. We are online.

Shep, what's the status on the special
operational gear for Mr Mason?

Let's see. We have...

...one quart of kerosene
in a squeeze bottle.

Three washers and waterproof matches.

Use green flares to signal
when the threat's neutralised.

This is atropine. If you come
in contact with gas, 20 seconds

to inject it into your heart. Don't ...
with me on this. It may save your life.

I have three incoming bogeys
bearing 275. Range: 6,000 metres.

FBI command centre?

I would just love for you
to tell me what is goin' on.

- Nope.
- Stanley Goodspeed is my boyfriend.

Actually, he's my fiancé.

- Where is he?
- Classified, lady.

OK. Well, you just sit here
and act like a Bureau bonehead.

Hey, where are you...? Goddamn it!

Decoy choppers
commencing run to Alcatraz.

I just lost one, sir.
I just lost one.

We only got two flying in.
I just lost one.

Shit!

In my day, we did it all
with a snorkel and a pair of flippers.

- Your day?
- Yes. Didn't you read my résumé?

I don't...
I don't know anything about you.

- I know something about you, Godspell.
- Goodspeed.

Goodspeed, Godspeed, Godspell...

You never went
to any antiterrorist school.

So just make sure you don't
get us all ... killed.

- We're goin' dark.
- Night vision!

Raider One has dropped below radar
coverage heading around Treasure Island.

Sir, we've got two bogeys
bearing due east and closing.

Decoys?

- Prepare to deploy!
- Good luck, commander.

Sir, Raider One is at the drop zone.

Stanley's not a very good swimmer.
I mean, he can't even snorkel.

- Everyone good to go?
- Good to go!

- Good to go!
- Good to go!

Good to go!

SDU's have been deployed,
Eagles are in the water.

Major, I want the perimeter patrolled
to the west end. Double-time.

- Yes, sir. Hendrix! Lead the patrol.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Let's move. Move out!
Move out! Move out!

The Eagles are on The Rock.
They've entered the cistern room.

Thank you very ... much, Mr Mason.
You've led us into a room with no exit.

Any ideas, Dillinger?

- Figure it out. We're sitting ducks.
- We're tight on time.

You stand by the door until I open it.

I'd like to know how you plan
on accomplishing that.

Through here.

- You're shitting me.
- I memorised the timing.

I just hope it hasn't been changed.

You catch one of those flame bursts,
you're a corpse.

Thank you.

- You said never leave his sight...
- Stand fast, lieutenant.

Have a nice day.

- Where'd you dig up this guy?
- That's classified.

Clear here, sir.
No motion sensors tripped.

- Nothing.
- Well, tell 'em to stay out there.

Sweep forward!

Looks like he ... us, commander.

I knew it.
That son of a bitch jumped ship.

Welcome to The Rock.

- Mason.
- That's a no-no.

That's the subway.
That'll drop you into the tunnels.

Do it!

Sir, the Eagles
have breached the tunnel system.

You enjoying this?

Well, it's certainly more enjoyable
than my average day.

Reading philosophy,
avoiding gang rape in the washroom.

Though it's less of a problem these
days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

Got seismic activity
in one of the storm grates. North side.

Continue patrolling the area.

Sweep forward!

Commander, halt. We've got movement.

- They're hearing sounds above, sir.
- Stand fast.

Down, down, down.

West storm drain's clear.

Ninety-seven paces to the shower room.

The Eagles are at the access tunnel.

Right under the shower room, sir.

Fibre optics.

- Something's not right.
- I got a bad feeling about this.

Quiet.

Motion sensors.

- Beams cutting across manhole covers.
- Deal with it.

Commander, the beam is hitting
some sort of reflective device.

Possibly a prism.

I want to use a mirror to cut the beam,

send the beam back to its source,
and then I'm gonna move the prism.

Motion on a trembler
in the shower room, sir.

We got visitors. Let's move.

Got it. Good to go.

..., man!
I knew this would happen! ...!

Move!

Stand fast. We'll secure the area.

They're entering
into the shower room, sir.

They're securing the area.

Just sit tight.

Drop your weapons! Drop 'em!

- Stand fast!
- [man #2] Hold your fire!

- [man #1] Drop your weapons!
- Hold your fire!

It's a ... trap.

This is General Hummel.
Drop your weapons!

- Drop 'em!
- Anderson here, General Hummel.

Commander. Team leader.

Commander, if you have concern
for the lives of your men,

safety their weapons
and place them on the deck.

- This is not happening.
- Sir, we know why you're out here.

God knows I agree with you.

But like you, I swore to defend
this country against all enemies,

foreign, sir, and domestic.

General, we've spilled
the same blood in the same mud.

You know goddamn well
I can't give that order.

We're dead.

Your unit is covered
from an elevated position, commander.

I'm not gonna ask again.
Don't do anything stupid.

No one has to die here.

Men following the general, you're
under oath as United States Marines!

Have you forgotten that?

We all have shipmates we remember.

Some of them were shit on and pissed on
by the Pentagon.

But that doesn't give you
the right to mutiny!

You call it what you want!
You're down there, we're up here!

- You walked into the wrong damn room!
- Stand fast!

One last time. Tell your men
to safety weapons, drop 'em.

- I cannot give that order!
- I am not gonna repeat!

- I will not give that order!
- What is wrong with you?

- Stand fast!
- Oh, my God!

- Waste these ...ers.
- Last time.

Order your men
to safety their weapons...

Cease fire!

Don't go.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Shit! Goddamn it!
Let go of me. Let go of me!

Don't. Don't go.

....

It's over.

Oh, God!

Mason.

- We got some movement, two of 'em.
- Who? Who is it?

- Eagles 11 and 12.
- It's Goodspeed and Mason.

- I knew it.
- I've gotta get a team together right now.

- Move with the second option.
- Invite another massacre? No way.

We've got a 60-year-old convict and
a lab rat. I'm telling you, it's over.

Not for Mason, it isn't.

Goodspeed, I'm not gonna kill you.

- Where are you going?
- Off this bloody island.

What? What for?

Goodspeed.
Goodspeed, do you read me?

It's for you.

- Sir?
- What's the status?

The status is they're dead.
They're dead!

It's just me and Mason.
Now he says he's leaving.

That is unacceptable.
Do you hear me? Unacceptable!

Well, there's a problem, sir.
He's got a gun.

- What do you have, a ...' water pistol?
- No, sir.

Go after him and stop him.

I didn't want this.
Jesus, I didn't want this.

You knew this might happen.

- Maybe now they'll pay up.
- Maybe now they won't, captain.

Then maybe we need
to execute a few hostages.

- Got a live one!
- Put a bullet in him.

- You heard him. End it!
- Holster that sidearm, captain.

Sir?

You made a terrible mistake.

And more of our brothers
have died in vain.

Damn you for forcing me
into this position.

I need to talk to you right now, alone.

Now you told me
I'm on a need-to-know basis.

I'm tellin' you now,

I need to know who the ...
John Mason is right now, sir.

All right, you wanna know?

1962. J. Edgar Hoover is head
of the FBI, some say the country.

No secret he kept microfilm files
on prominent Americans and Europeans:

de Gaulle, British members
of Parliament, even the prime minister.

This guy had dirt
on everybody in the world.

I know all the cloak-and-dagger stories.
Where does Mason fit in?

Mason was the British operative
who stole files.

Bureau agents caught him
at the Canadian border.

Of course, the British claimed
they'd never heard of him.

And we held him without trial
until he gave up the microfilm,

but he never did.

I'm surprised Hoover didn't use
his daughter as leverage.

Hoover was dead in '72.
She wasn't born yet.

Today, well, it's a different Bureau.

So you held this guy without trial
his whole life. No wonder he's pissed.

This man knows our most intimate secrets
from the last half century:

The alien landing at Roswell,
the truth about the JFK assassination.

And Mason's angry, he's lethal,
he's a trained killer.

And he is the only hope
that we have got.

Mason! Mason!

- There are 81 hostages still up there.
- Yeah, like me.

You wanna play tough?
Wanna play tough with me?

OK. FBI! Freeze, sucker!

- I'll fire.
- No, you won't.

- Throw down.
- You're not the sort.

Let's find out.

I could. You, no.

Besides, your safety's on.

Goodspeed, have you
resolved the situation?

Not yet.

- He's got all the guns now, sir.
- Shit!

Right, I don't use guns,
don't kick down doors.

- This is what I do.
- I haven't got my glasses.

What it says
is chemical weapons specialist.

That's right.
I got a lunatic up there, man,

with 15 missiles armed
with some really funky stuff.

That lying Womack.

- You could've told my daughter.
- It was classified.

Look, I'm in the same situation.

They've got my girlfriend
in the city, a baby on the way.

Look, I can defuse the rockets.
I really can.

But I'm gonna need your help,
and I'm gonna need it right now.

Sir, this man's weapons
and tack radio are missing!

Shit, we got a rodent problem.
Flush the pipes.

Probably a maze of tunnels on this
goddamn island. Check every access.

Sir.

Even if you escape from the island,
you can't escape the rockets.

So where are you gonna go? Go where?
What are you gonna do?

Show me where the morgue is, Mason.

I'm out of here.

What about your daughter? Mason?

Rodents located.

The way I see it, you don't
really have any choice, do you?

I don't think you do.

Move!

- They're on to us.
- Burn 'em out.

This mother's gonna blow big.

I don't understand. How could
we lose radio contact all of a sudden?

We've lost coms.
Still got 'em on locaters.

- So, what's it gonna be?
- What?

How do you like your choices?

- I don't.
- That's what I thought.

All right, come on.

This is the oldest part of Alcatraz.

Did you know it was
originally a Civil War fort?

Oh, really? Yeah, wow.
You know, I like history, too,

and maybe when this is all over,
we can stop by the souvenir shop.

But right now I just... I just...
I wanna find some rockets.

Don't tempt me.

We are going to the morgue.

- You sure you're ready for this?
- I'll do my best.

Your best?
Losers always whine about their best.

Winners go home
and ... the prom queen.

Carla was the prom queen.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Locaters have them
approaching the morgue, sir.

Come on, come on.
You can do it, doc.

Shit!

You must never hesitate.

I think you're shooting
too close to the rocket.

- Him, but not the rocket.
- Any other news, professor?

Not the rocket! Not the rocket.

I got a little somethin' for ya.

Oh, yeah, OK. That's just about
the most awful thing I've ever seen.

Mason...

...the second you don't respect this,
it kills you. Put it over there.

You've been around a lot of corpses.
Is that normal?

- The feet thing?
- Yeah, the feet thing.

- Yeah, that happens.
- I'm having a hard time concentrating.

- Can you do something about it?
- Like what? Kill him again?

Listen, I'm just a biochemist.

And most of the time I work in a glass
jar and lead a very uneventful life.

I drive a Volvo, a beige one.

What I'm dealing with
is one of the most deadly substances

the Earth has ever known. What do you
say you cut me some friggin' slack?

Elegant string-of-pearls configuration.
Unfortunately, incredibly unstable.

- What exactly does this stuff do?
- If the rocket renders it aerosol,

it can take out
the entire city of people.

Really? And what
happens if you drop one?

Happily, it'll just wipe out you and me.

- How?
- It's a cholinesterase inhibitor.

Stops the brain sending nerve messages
down the spinal cord in 30 seconds.

Any epidermal exposure or inhalation,
and you'll know.

A twinge at the small of your back as
the poison seizes your nervous system.

Do not move that!

Your muscles freeze,
you can't breathe.

You spasm so hard you break
your own back, spit guts out.

- But that's after your skin melts off.
- My God.

I think we'd like God on our side
at the moment, don't you?

So, what I'm doing now is removing
the guidance system chips

so the rocket will splash down after
500 feet. All right, let me have that.

You can let go of it. All right,
just back away. Just back away!

Sir, morgue team has not checked in.

Blackbird One,
this is Blackbird. Over.

Blackbird One, this is Blackbird.
Come in, goddamn it!

Somebody's still there. Let's move!

Rats alive! Close on the morgue!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Frye, Darrow, hustle up.
We got more company!

Hold it.

Converge on the morgue. Move out.

Goodspeed, come on.
Come over here.

Good. I love pressure.
I eat it for breakfast.

Come on. Time's up.

Three rockets somewhere else.
We have to find them!

Come on!

Clear!

I'm too old for this.

- Where's it go?
- I've no idea.

Sir, all the guidance chips are gone.

Captain, I guess you didn't
take care of the rat problem.

- No, sir.
- There are two dead men here

who strongly suggest
you finish the job.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir!
Rio, Royce, let's go!

- You don't know where this goes?
- No, I don't know where it goes.

It's picking up speed.
Know how to slow it down?

No, I don't.

God!

Mason, you all right?

Yes, perfectly OK, you ... idiot!

- They're coming.
- Who?

- The Marines!
- Where?

No! No! No!

- What the ...'s goin' on?
- Let's cut him off.

No! No!

Mason!

Mason!

You mother...er!

Die! Die! Die!

I'm rather glad
you didn't hesitate too long.

How do you... do it?

Oh, I was trained by the best.
British intelligence.

Come on.

But in retrospect, I'd rather
have been a poet or a farmer.

OK.

OK, the president arrives
in three hours.

His directive is to string Hummel along
until the air strike is operational.

- What's the word from Mojave, general?
- The same as last time, Lou.

They're going as fast as they can.

- Do it over here.
- On your knees. On your knees!

Navy SEALs, listen up.
You've got something that belongs to me.

Twelve guidance chips, to be precise.

Let me remind you there are
lives at stake, civilian lives.

Speak up.

- Speak up!
- I, uh...

- Tell them your name.
- My name is Larry Henderson.

- Oh, man.
- And I'm a father of three.

And they've got a gun to my head.

You've got three minutes to return
the chips to the exercise yard

- or Mr Henderson won't have a head.
- Oh, no.

Hey.

Now, three to go.
You find them and defuse them, OK?

- All right.
- All right.

I'll try and delay Hummel
and give you more time.

Hey, what about Mr Henderson's head?

OK? What do you mean?

OK.

- Help us.
- [woman #2] Come on.

- General.
- Who the hell are you?

I'm all that's left of the enemy.

Bingo.

Stand easy.

Thought I'd been
in the service a long time.

- Name and rank, sailor.
- It's Army, actually.

Answer the question.
And address him as "general, sir".

Captain John Patrick Mason,
general, sir,

of Her Majesty's SAS.
Retired, of course.

You're a long way from home, captain.
How the hell are you involved in this?

I have a unique knowledge
of this prison facility.

I was formerly a guest here.

Hi, sweetie.

Hey, come back here, little boy.

Did they bother to tell you who I am,
why I'm doing this?

Or are they just using you?

All I know is you were big in Vietnam.
I saw the highlights on television.

You wouldn't have any
... idea what it means

to lead the finest men into battle,
and then see their memory betrayed.

I don't quite see how you cherish
the memory of the dead

by killing another million.
And this is not combat.

It's an act of lunacy, general, sir.

Personally, I think
you're a ...' idiot.

"The tree of liberty must be
refreshed from time to time

with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
Thomas Jefferson.

"Patriotism is the virtue of the
vicious", according to Oscar Wilde.

- Thank you for making my point.
- Where are the guidance chips?

Where are the guidance chips?

- I destroyed them.
- That was a bad move, soldier.

Does that mean you'll execute us both?

You're lucky that old man Hummel
wants you alive.

'Cause I'd take pleasure
in guttin' you, boy.

I'd take pleasure in guttin' you, boy

"I'll take pleasure
in guttin' you, boy."

What is wrong with these people,
huh, Mason?

Don't you think there's
a lot of, uh... a lot of anger

floatin' around this island?
Pubescent volatility? Don't you think?

A lot of angst, a lot of, "I'm 16,
I'm angry at my father" syndrome?

I mean, grow up!

We're stuck on an island with
violence-for-pleasure-seeking

psychopathic Marines.
Shame on them!

Anyway, I only got one chem round.
There's two left.

- Mason?
- Yes, I'm here.

I was just thinking
how wonderful it was

when the inmates
weren't allowed to talk in here.

Not allowed to talk.

How'd you do it?

Nurtured the hope
that there was hope.

That one day I'd breathe free air.

Perhaps meet my daughter.

Modest hopes,
but they kept a man alive.

What'd they put you away for, John?

Oh, that's a long story.

Well, I'm not goin' anywhere.

When was the last communication
from our men on Alcatraz?

Seven hours.

- Thermite plasma is operational.
- Get me the president.

- Be seated.
- Consider yourselves on ground alert.

If we receive launch authority,
your mission is thermal destruction

of Alcatraz Island.
The entire island is to be blanketed,

not one square inch missed.
Eighty-one American civilians

and a number of US Marines will lose
their lives in this air strike.

Why didn't you just tell them
where the microfilm was

and create a solution?

The moment they had the microfilm,
they'd suicide me.

- Some solution.
- And you ended up here.

Which brings me to another question.
When you broke out...

Let me see if I can get this straight.

You went down the incinerator chute,
on the mine car,

through the tunnels to the power plant,
under the steam engine...

That was really cool, by the way.

...and into the cistern
through the intake pipe.

But how, in the name
of Zeus's butthole,

did you get out of your cell?

I only ask because
in our current situation,

well, it could prove
to be useful information, maybe!

Trade secrets, my son.

Wow.

General, two operational rockets left.

One's at the lower lighthouse, one on
the roof. Both birds are ready to fly.

- General, can you hear me?
- I heard you, captain.

Just makin' sure.

Should we prepare for launch, general?

- I'll handle the strategy, captain.
- Yes, sir.

The hour is approaching, sir. Just
letting the general know of the time.

- I'm very aware of the time, captain.
- Aye, aye, sir. Lettin' you know.

My boys are ready,
cocked, locked, ready to rock.

- Mason, where're you going?
- I vowed I wouldn't die in this toilet.

You're not leaving! There's a madman
in there with his hand on a button!

Shh!

Some sniper's gonna get his ass.

Stop moving, Mason.

Mason, stop moving.

Hummel won't do it.
He's a soldier, not a murderer.

- I read it in his eyes.
- You read his eyes?

Oh, well, then, everything's just fine!

- I can't afford that chance.
- Why don't you talk louder?

Three minutes to go, sir.

- They're not gonna call, Frank.
- Oh, they'll call.

They'll call if we fire one
of our rockets up their ass.

Sir.

- Hummel.
- Hi, Frank. It's Al Kramer here.

- How's it going out there?
- How do you think it's goin'?

- We're gonna need another hour.
- You've got three minutes.

We have to get authorisation
from the president.

- You've got three minutes.
- Please don't do anything stupid.

They want another hour.

That's bullshit. That's bullshit,
general. They're lyin'!

They're calling our bluff, sir.
They're playing you for a fool, sir.

Order the launch, general.

Come on, general.
Let's be all we can be.

- The mission's not complete!
- Well, mine is.

When this is over, you'll go back home,

driving Carla and your baby insane
in your beige Volvo.

And I'll be dead or back in prison,
which is the same thing.

You're not leaving.

All right, I'll do it myself.

I got three weeks' weapons training.

I'll kick the... out of
a platoon full of Marines.

No problem.

- Major, patch me into Roof Battery.
- Aye, sir.

Fire open control circuit
coordinates to the roof, sir.

Let's go!

Laser powered up!

- Oh, no.
- I said, on your knees!

My name's Stanley Goodspeed. I'm a
chemical weapons specialist for the FBI.

- Uh... glass or plastic?
- What?

- Glass or plastic? Glass or plastic?
- Shut the ... up!

If the winds change
after you launch rockets,

- we're all gonna die.
- Shut up!

And you're gonna end up in either
a glass jar or a plastic bag.

So, what do you say you do the math,
hand over the gun,

- and let's go find some rockets?
- I said shut the ......

You made the right choice.

I decided I didn't want your child
growing up without a father.

Hey, the last time I swam
this channel I was your age.

So I'm ... either way.
So come on.

Weapon is hot. I am standing by
for the launch command.

Man, killing Navy SEALs is one thing...

- Is this for real?
- Hey, it's business.

Access code entered.
Weapon available for release.

Launch coordinates: six, seven,

five, four, five, niner.

The weapon is hot.
I'm standing by for launch command.

That's affirmative.

Standing by for command.

I'm waiting for launch command, general.

- Fire.
- Fire!

Missile loose! Missile loose!

Origin: Alcatraz, 67253725.

- What's the goddamn heading?
- Heading 185 degrees south southeast.

- Speed?
- Three hundred knots.

It's headed right at Oakland.

Football game.

Oh, my God.

Missile radically changing direction.

New direction: 275 degrees west.
It's headed out to sea, sir.

Oh, Christ!

Missile losing altitude. Falling.

Falling, 300 feet, 200, 100.

Bogey detonated under water.

- What the ...?
- It missed.

- Well, that's great.
- Extremely great.

But there's still one left.

What happened to the rocket?
What happened to the coordinates?

What the ... is going on?
Sir! Major!

- Captain, step outside.
- Talk to me, sir.

Captain, step outside!

Get me the Pentagon.

What the hell was that, Frank?

- I said, what the hell...?
- I heard!

If you're gonna be insubordinate,
do it with respect.

Cut the crap, general.
What the hell are you doing?

- I'm not ready to kill.
- Ask for time.

- No!
- Do it, Frank!

- We're coming loose.
- You're coming loose.

The rest of us are in complete control.

We're askin' 'em for a new deadline.

- Put the phone down.
- The men are falling apart!

- The men are Marines!
- Are they?

- I wanna talk to Kramer.
- You're asked by a friend.

- Put him on the phone.
- Ordered by a superior.

- This is Major Baxter!
- Last chance by a man with a gun.

Put the phone down.

- I thought you weren't ready to kill.
- I'm warmin' up.

At ease.

They need a decision, Mr President.

These past few hours

have been the longest,
darkest of my life.

How does one weigh human life?

One million civilians
against 81 hostages.

And in the middle, Frank Hummel.

That we have ignored,
abandoned or marginalised

a great soldier like Frank Hummel,

and that American boys have paid
for that neglect in blood

is equally real and equally tragic.

We are at war with terror.

Fighting a war means casualties.

This is the worst call
I've ever had to make.

Air strike approved.

Red Thunder to tower.
Request clearance.

With the firepower
they're gonna drop in there...

- Prepared to go.
- ...it'll be over in seconds.

Flight time to drop point: 17 minutes.

Excuse me, general, sir,
with all due respect to you,

- but what the ... is going on?
- You changed the coordinates?

- That's affirmative, captain.
- The Feds think we're gutless?

- They think we won't do it.
- They're gonna come at us

with everything, air and sea.
Bomb us to the Stone Age.

- They don't know we missed on purpose.
- Great.

We're not gutless, we're incompetent.
That right?

I don't like your tone, captain.
We planned for this contingency.

Load VX into choppers,
take hostages, evacuate.

- The consequences I'll face alone.
- Excuse me, general,

but what about the ... money?

There is no ... money.
Mission's over.

- Bullshit it's over.
- You're talking to a general, soldier!

- Maintain discipline.
- I'm not a soldier, Major.

The day we took hostages we became
mercenaries. And mercenaries get paid!

I want my ... money!

This mission was based
on the threat of force.

I'm not about
to kill 80,000 innocent people.

You think I'm out of my ... mind?

We bluffed. They called it.
The mission's over.

Whoever said anything about bluffing?

Stand down, captain.

Stand down, captain!

Major, take these men
to the choppers and evacuate.

- That's a simple order, Major!
- It's not so simple, Frank.

Sergeant Crisp, secure the general.

I'm relieving you
of your command, sir.

Sergeant!

- I'll have that sidearm.
- You mean this sidearm?

Major Baxter, you're either
with us or against us.

It has been the greatest honour
of my life to serve with you, general.

But like he said...

...it's over.

Let's get him.

Mason!

My God, what have I done?

Where's the last rocket?
Where's the last rocket?

- Where's the last rocket?
- Lower lighthouse.

- Lower lighthouse.
- Go!

Darrow, go to the lighthouse!
I'll take care of this ...er!

One, two, three! Eat that!

Did it.

Come here. Come here,
you little chicken shit!

You shoot me, I drop this.
We're both dead.

Come on. Don't be scared.
I won't hurt ya.

- Come on.
- Know how this shit works?

You know how this shit works?

Come on. Come on.
I don't need the gun. I'll put it down.

Come on. Let's play.
Come on. Come on.

Listen, I think we got started off on
the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI.

Let's talk music.
Like the Elton John song Rocket Man?

- I don't like soft-ass shit.
- Oh, you...

Well, I only bring it up
because... it's you.

You're the Rocket Man.

No!

- How do you like how that shit works?
- Second rocket's away!

- Splashed into the bay. No detonation.
- Shit!

Darrow!

Open up!

- Come on.
- Open up!

Hey, you mother!

I'm gonna get you now, baby.

OK.

I got ya. I got you, baby.

Come on.

Red Thunder Strike Leader.
Time on target: seven minutes.

English prick.
I tell you my old man was Irish?

Maintain air speed 450 knots.

...!

It's me and you, pal.
I want that ... chip!

I love pressure.

I know you're in here,
and I know you can hear me.

Pay the piper
and come out like a man.

Increase speed to 500 knots.

You mother...er! Die!

I'm gonna choke my million bucks
out of you. You're gonna die.

Eat that, you ...!

Team, inbound.
Time on target: 60 seconds.

Come to course heading 142 degrees.

When he neutralises the threat,

we launch green flares
and we wait for the cavalry.

- Tighten up that formation.
- May God have mercy on your souls.

Don't let this happen.
There has to be something you can do.

Let's drop to the deck.
One hundred feet below radar.

Target acquired. Rolling in.

This is Red Thunder. Master armed.

Master armed.

Time on target: 12 seconds.

ten seconds.

Stay tight, gentlemen.

- Green smoke. I got green smoke!
- This is CQ One!

Green smoke! Green smoke! Over.

- Gimme that! Abort!
- Abort!

- Flight leader, abort, abort!
- Jesus...

I already dropped them!

No!

- Goddamn it!
- Oh, my God!

Get out of my way. Let me through,
please. Let me through!

The cells did not get hit. The bombs
hit on the back of the island.

I'm fed up saving your ass.
I'm amazed you ever got past puberty.

I suppose all this will make
a great bedtime story to tell your kid.

You're insane, Mason.
The kid'll have nightmares.

Spend all my money on shrinks.

Goodspeed, come in.

Goodspeed, Goodspeed,
do you read me? Come in!

- Scanning all radio frequencies.
- Goodspeed, do you read me? Come in!

Goodspeed, do you read me? Come in!

Goodspeed, do you read me? Come in!

This is Goodspeed.

- Are the hostages alive?
- Every one of 'em.

Goodspeed, it's Womack.

What about Mason?

- He's dead, sir.
- How? When?

Just come and get me.

Womack tore up your pardon, John.

But, of course. I knew he would.

The SDU's and the scuba gear
should be where we came ashore.

If you get to the Pan Pacific Hotel,
there's clothes in my closet,

$200 in the Bible. Room 26.

Well, it's been a long time
since I've said thank you to anybody.

But thank you.

Well, Stanley, this is when
we go our separate ways.

I'm sure you know the etymology
of your name "Goodspeed".

Yeah, Godspeed: to wish someone
a prosperous journey. Why?

Well, if you fancy a journey,

I recommend Fort Walton, Kansas.

I was thinking of Maui.

No.

Forget Maui.

"St. Michael's Church,
Fort Walton, Kansas.

Front pew, right leg. Hollow."

Is this what I think it is?

Mason?

Congratulations, Dr Goodspeed.
You did it.

- Thank you, sir.
- For a while there,

I didn't think you were gonna make it.
Well done, son.

So where's Mason?

Vaporised. Blown out to sea.

Blown out to sea, huh?

Yeah.

Poor bastard.

Goodspeed, where's Mason? Where's his
body? I wanna see that son of a bitch.

Vaporised, sir.
Excuse me, gentlemen.

What?

Vaporised? A body can vaporise?

Oh, yeah! Absolutely, sir.

St. Michael's Church,
front pew, right leg.

Front pew, right leg.

Vandals! Vandals!

Oh, yes, baby, come on!

- Stop! Vandals! Stop!
- I'm sorry!

- Come on, baby!
- I've got it! OK, let's go!

- Stop! Stop!
- Sorry!

Stop! Hey, hey, you!

Vandals! Vandals!

Honey...

...you wanna know
who really killed JFK?