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All right, keep
your head and asses down!

Get them down!

All right men, listen up.

The training exercise,
small arms fire, 1400 hours.

First one, section, 1800 hours.

All section leaders, file your
ordnance production report

to Colonel Sperry before
the end of the day.

- Where are the clips?

More shell cases.

- You must be Gonzales.

- Si, Senor.

- You filed a report
against us with the sheriff.

You even approached the farm workers union

for help against this evil militia.

- One day, someone will
bring justice to this town.

You'll see!

- You got guts.

You have got guts.

I admire your bravery,
Mr. Gonzales, I truly do.

But I cannot condone
this kind of activity.

You understand.

Shoot him.

No

- You live life weakly

if you cannot appreciate
the extermination of vermin.

Look out!

- Hola, Paolo.

- There were no witnesses.

Were there witnesses?

- We all saw them over here, right?

Did you think you see them? I saw them.

- Who?

Who is going to testify?

That's what I'm thought.

- What can we do? If we
testify, they will kill us.

I don't want to die.

- He's right. Remember Manny
Planto and his brother?

They went to the sheriff,

and the very next
afternoon they were dead.

And now, now Gonzales.

And before that, Jorge
Menendez was beaten so badly

that he could not ever walk again.

- Why don't we go to the
state police or the FBI?

- No, are you crazy, amigo?

Then most of us would get deported.

The sheriffs only keep us around

as long as we stay out of trouble,

and as long as we do
the town's dirty work.

- Well, what are we going to do?

Are we gonna let them keep
killing us one by one?

- Then we must fight the militia.

- You are crazy, Hector.

How? We got no guns.

- Then we hire other killers.

We fight fire with fire.

- Like we really know people who could

stand a chance against the militia.

- For hire.

You look good up here.

Green beret with trained mercenary team.

Expert skills. Can handle any problem.

Contact Lieutenant William Fredrickson.

There's an address in Los
Angeles and no telephone number.

It's going to cost us plenty,

but maybe it's our last hope.

- My brother is right.

If everyone chips in all
the money they can afford,

he and I will take the
morning train to Los Angeles

to hire this man.

- Lieutenant Fredrickson?

- Uh, yeah, have a seat.

Dad?

- Damn, woo.

- Lieutenant Fredrickson?

- You boys aint from the deli.

- Senor, is this you?

- Yeah, could be.

Could be.

Sit down, sit down, boys,

let me know what I can do for you.

What do you want?

- We need you to help us fight a militia.

- There aint no militias around here.

- No, not here, Senor, in Texas.

- Yeah.

How many are there?

- Over 100.

- Shit, is that all?

They got a lotta firepower?

- Yes, Senor.

- Have many guns.

- Sounds like you guys got
a bit of a problem then.

I know all about the militias.

I do.

I been there, boys. I been there.

They're scary, dangerous.

Expensive too. How much money you got?

- Uh, how much is your fee?

- Fee?

More than you can afford.

- You don't know how much we got, Senor.

- Don't make no difference.
Carmen'll show you the way out.

Good luck, boys.

You boys run into somebody out there

that smells like a dill pickle,

you tell him to get his ass in here, fast.

- Wait, listen, listen, I have an idea.

There's this guy whose name is McQue.

I've never seen him before,
but I'm heard about him

from guys who have come in here.

He's supposed to be tough.

- Where can we find him?

- He works in a motorcycle shop

about a block and a half away.

Let me see.

First, you have to go
over to Margaret's Diner.

It's over on Spring Street.

There it is, okay.

That's okay.

- Two blocks and make a left.

- Okay, thanks.

Tuna fish on rye!

- Dodge Viper, cherry
apple red, I can do that.

How much you paying?

I can't do that.

No, that's my MG-8, it's not gonna happen.

- Bueno, here we are.

What do we do now?

We don't even know what
this man looks like.

This was all your idea.

- My idea? No.

Who's the one who said me
and my brother will go to LA?

- We don't even belong here.

- Don't blame me.

- Maybe we should just
go back to Los Robles.

- Look, how was I supposed
to know this guy Fredrickson

was gonna be some kind of alcoholic,

drunk, stupid, crazy nut?

- How can we talk to this McQue

when we can't even recognize him?

- Shut up.

- Listen up, and no one gets hurt!

All right,
everybody, hands on the table.

- Put your money and jewelry on the table!

Keep your hands in the air!

Put your money and your
jewelry on the table!

- Hands behind your head!

- All right, don't move!

Get your hands on the back of your head!

Get down, right now!

Get them up.

Hey!

What are you, deaf?

You? What are you, a tough guy, huh?

You think you're a tough guy?

- All the town's money's in those bags.

- Listen to me, if you don't shut up,

he's gonna hear you, he's gonna kill you,

and if he doesn't kill you, I will.

- I said give up the cash!

Wallet, jewelry, rings,
everything you got!

- I don't mind you taking this stuff.

Just leave the sunglasses.

What's so
special about the glasses?

- They're my favorite pair.

- Hey, boys, Johnny Reb here has got

an affection for his sunglasses.

You listen to me.

This gun's sticking in your ear,

and all I gotta do is pull the trigger

and, poof, no more tough guy.

- I don't care what you do.
Just don't touch the glasses.

Hope that was McQue.

- That's our man whether
that was McQue or not.

- Come on.

- GI Joe with Kung Fu grip, wanna ride?

- I don't need a ride.

- I think you need a ride.

This is it?

Hey, yo!

Check it out.

Hm.

Britt.

Jeremy Britt.

I'm a CDM, a can-do man.

And I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

- Do me a favor, Mr. CDM.

Turn around and leave.

That's pretty cold, man.

I give you a ride here, and
you shut the door in my face,

and I aint even said nothing
about your Confederate hat.

Can't we just all get along?

Besides, I need some
muscle every now and then.

- You want muscle, join a gym.
What is this, visitors day?

- Senor McQue? Hector Chavez,
this is my brother Jose.

- What can I do for you?

- We saw what you could
do at the restaurant,

and we need to speak with you.

- Just one minute, please, Senor.

- Go ahead.

- We come from a small
town called Los Robles.

It's in Texas on the Mexican border.

About 20 miles east,
there's this compound.

- It's for the Sons of Texas.

Senor, it's a bunch of
right wing rednecks.

- You got 45 seconds.

- They hate us because we're Mexican.

They hate anybody who's not white.

They steal from us every month.

They take food, supplies,
anything they want.

They have killed, and they have raped.

- The sheriff, he does nothing to help us.

- Why don't you go to the
state police, Texas Rangers?

- We can't. Some of us are illegal.

Some of us have lived there for 30 years.

- So why don't you just fight back?

- We cannot fight back, Senor, no.

No, see, there's over 100 of
them, and they are devils.

One of us tried to stand
up to them last week,

and they murdered him in the street.

- We're not trained fighters, like you.

You and others like you.

- We are willing to pay, Senor.

$14,000.

7,000 now, and the balance when
you have completed the job.

You are our only hope, Senor.

We cannot go back to
Los Robles empty-handed.

We cannot let our people down.

- I feel for your problem.

You're not gonna find a lotta men willing

to risk their lives for $14,000.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

Yeah, let's go.

We were led to believe
that you were someone

who would understand,
but we're not gonna beg.

Come on, Jose.

Hector,.

- What if I told you there was

a lotta money at the compound?

That the town people have heard

that the militia has millions of dollars?

- Oh, si, Senor. They
keep it in a big safe.

It's how they pay the
sheriff off every month.

We all know about it.

- You hear that? That would
be opportunity knocking.

Get a couple of your boys together,

take care of our friends' problems,

and we're rolling in the
dough, millions even.

- You wanna chase rainbows,
go chase rainbows.

You don't know diddly
squat about this militia.

Now get the hell outta here, all of yous.

Jose, we're leaving.

- Wait wait, wait wait, stop, whoa, whoa.

Chill, chill, my Spanish brother.

Come here. We can do this.

Let cooler heads prevail.

This is what I got in mind.

- Sir, I must tell you the
men are getting restless.

They been training over a year

and have yet to see action.

- In peaceful conditions,

a warlike man will turn upon himself.

Nietzsche said that.

That is not going to happen here.

Our battle will soon be upon us.

This country is coming apart at the seams.

You got foreigners everywhere you look.

Washington is scheming to take away

even more of our liberties.

Hell, we're the best
chance this country's got.

- Cease fire!
- Callin, get over here.

- Yes, sir.

- You men know that using
the telephone is prohibited.

Yes, sir!

- That call, sir, will cost
you one week in the brig.

- Let's go.

- Find out what you can on him.

I wanna know everything there is.

- Yes, sir.

- The rest of you men continue.

- Sons of Texas.

Lamont Sperry.

Blah blah, blah blah blah, hm.

McQue, I took my men outside
and had a chat with them.

Checked their stuff out. They're right.

Look, straight from the net, NCIA email.

I downloaded the bio of the
militia leader, Lamont Sperry,

former special forces commander.

He's supposed to be sitting on millions

in profits from illegal arms deals.

- My guess is, the money's in the compound

like Hector and Jose said.

- What makes you think that?

- Well he sure didn't put it in the bank

where the government can get to it.

- So why aren't the feds after him?

- After Waco and Ruby Ridge,

they wanna be real sure
before they make a move.

- How reliable is this information?

Straight from the
government news releases.

- That gives me a lotta confidence.

- Now, look, either the
money is at the compound

or we can track it down from there.

I think it's at the compound.

You get yourself some men together.

I'll get a plane and get us to Texas.

- How would you manage that?

- I'm a businessman, a CDM, remember?

- How often do Sperry and
his men come to Los Robles?

- End of each month.

- That gives me three weeks.

- How you gonna get these men?

- That's my business.

- How do you know they're
gonna be any good?

- I'll know.

You just leave that little bag here.

The other we'll expect when
I arrive in Los Robles.

- And when will that be?

- 12 days from now.

- And how do we know you just won't

take our money and not show up?

- You're just gonna have to trust me.

- Well, I'll be back tomorrow.

- Don't bother. Just leave
your cellular number.

- M.C. Que, what's going on?

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I followed you.

Who are you waiting for?

Look, I gotta know what's
going on before I put up

the dough to fly us to Texas.

Better get your ass out the street.

Good to see you.

- Long time.

So, how's everything
on the racing circuit.

- Aw, it sucked.

- Yeah?

- About a year ago, I got in an accident.

French doctor said I'd never walk again.

What do they know, huh?

- They know about great
wine and beautiful women.

- That's one of the things
I respect about McQue.

No pretense.

- Yeah, I like that too.

- I need a driver. Interested?

- Government or private?

- Private.

- How much?

- Not much upfront.

There could be a big
payoff on the back end.

- I'm in.

- Let's have some fun.

- Simms is my name.

- Britt, Jeremy Britt.

- Well it's a pleasure to meet you.

Let's go for a ride, uh?

- Where we going?

- For pancakes.

- I already ate. I aint hungry.

- Coffee.

- I don't drink coffee.

- Skim milk.

- Skim?

Slow down!

- Ha ha.

What's going
on here? McQue, damn!

- Come on!

That was great,
Simms! McQue, McQue!

McQue.

Get outta my way!

Are you crazy?

- No!

Simms, my car, my car,
my car, my car, my car!

I think you'll be fine.

- This is your last chance!

It's your last chance to place your bets.

Place your bets, the last chance here.

Time is running out, boys.

Place your bets, get
them down. Get them down.

Get them down, don't be shy. Last chance.

And that's it. No more money,
my friend, no more money.

We gonna get it on.

In this corner, all the way
from St. Louie, Missouri,

we got Mike "the Missouri Mule."

- Yeah!

Yeah!

Ha ha, ha ha ha ha!

- That's right, folks.

And over here, coming to us
all the way from Germany,

we got Mr. Kurt Mayer!

Listen up, listen up, listen up.

We got the same rules as always.

There's not any!

It's the last man standing is the winner.

Let's go, gentlemen.

- Bop.

- Yeah!

- Good job, man, good job. Yeah.

$145, and you earned every bit of it.

He deserves more.

- McQue in this house!

Kurt.

- Hey, Paulie, who the hell is this guy?

- Leave us alone please.

How the hell did you find me?

- I made a few phone calls.

What are you doing in a place like this?

- It's not easy to find a
job in our line of work.

- Why don't you start your own business?

- Like what?

- Protection.

- Depends for whom.

- Hey, he's got a job.

Be here next week, and don't be late.

- Shut up, pinhead.

How much?

- $2,000 upfront, maybe more.

That buys a lot of knackwurst.

- You just bought yourself
some serious protection.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

- Hey, what about me?

We got a contract for three more fights.

- Call my lawyer.

- So, McQue, you gotta
put me down with this.

I'm not gonna take no for an answer.

- Let me ask you. What can you do?

Can you fight?

- Uh.

- Can you handle a weapon?

- Mm, uh.

- Have you ever been in a battle?

- No, I'm an acquisitions man.

I can get my hands on
anything, and I'm smart.

- Well if you're so smart,
then why would you want

to take the chance of
getting yourself killed?

- I mean, I can't explain it, but

these guys, Hector and
Jose, I care for them, man.

I wanna help them.

- You really feel that way?

- Swear to God, scout's honor.

Did you know I was an international scout?

- You know what? You're full of shit.

But you put a smile on my face.

You get us the plane, you can ride along.

After that, we'll see.

- So tell me something about this guy

we going to pick up.

Who is he? What does he do?

- He's crazy.

Turn left at the sign.

- You gotta be kidding me.
Your friend works here?

McQue, she's looking at me.

- Don't fall in love. We'll
be outta here in 15 seconds.

- You're not my boyfriend.

- Next time, try flowers. Let's go.

- McQue, hey, McQue!

Back up the car, McQue!

Stop, get over here!

Come here!

Hoffman, get over here!

- Hoffman, stop him, stop him.

- Oh, let him go.

- Hey, stop!

- Woo! Man, that was beautiful.

Q Man to the rescue!

Hey, who's this? This
your chauffeur?

That was beautiful, Q Man.

I loved it, man, I loved it!

Woo! I gotta piss.

I gotta piss.

- Not yet.

- I am about to urinate in your car

if you don't pull this thing over.

Would you pull the car over?

Come on, come on, come on!

- Thank you for not pissing in my ashtray.

- Woo!

Woo.

Sweet juniper.

I heard you got outta government service.

What you been up to?

- Oh, a little of this, a little of that.

- Well you don't take
a man like the Q Man,

take him out of covert
operations in Panama, Granada,

end up putting him behind a desk.

- Ah, I knew that.

- Whew, much better. Much better.

- Still got connections in El Paso?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

I can get you more armament than half

the countries in the United Nations.

I mean, if it's still there.

I haven't been there in years.

I have been a little pre-occupado.

- What can you get your hands on?

- Well, I can, hey,
goddammit, don't touch me!

Got a lotta weapons and
explosives, ammunition and such.

I think they got some civilian
things, some nitroglycerin.

Shit oughta be able to pack
a pop still. Might be dated.

You got a good driver?

- Simms.

- Simms?

Simms!

That son of a bitch tried to kill me once.

Now is there anybody else,
McQue, I need to know about?

- Remi Sykes.

- Well now, Remi Sykes, she
could kill me anytime she wants.

I wouldn't mind getting
myself a little bit of that.

- Yeah.

We'll all be
meeting at eight o'clock.

- Let's make it 8:15.

No later, Remi.

- Yeah.

- Where's your friend?

- Thank you, ma'am.

Have a good evening.

- Britt, Jeremy Britt.

- Remi Sykes.

- You're late.

- I thought I had some time to kill.

- Sure.

- Remi, good to see you.
- You too.

- Kurt Mayer, please, have a seat.

- Deutsche, huh?

- Oh, you speak Deutsche?

Yeah.

- Mm, Vienna?

- Nein, Salzburg.

- Where's Hoffman?

- He doesn't need to be here.

- You got Latrell Hoffman?

Well that's just perfect.

He's wacko.

- He may be a nut, but he's at his best

when his back's up against the wall.

- How do you fit in?

- I arrange for us to get to Texas.

- He's a travel agent.

- I'm a can-do man.

Anything you guys need, I can do.

Planning, acquisitions, you name it.

I'm the one who got you the info

on Lamont Sperry and the Sons of Texas.

- When do we leave?

- Tomorrow. We meet at
the airport at 0800 hours.

Kurt, you and Remi'll train
any locals who volunteer.

Simms, you'll drive Hoffman

to pick up the ordnance and explosives.

- Hoffman?

Oh great, thank you, you're gonna get me

killed the first day.

- Better you than us.

Britt, you'll work with
Hector and Jose to gather

all the information you
can on the compound.

I want building plans, photographs,

anything you can get your hands on.

Now I wanna reiterate what I said before.

This is gonna be like
stepping into a bear trap.

But if we're successful,

there could be enough money
to make it worth the risk.

- Well now that's what we're
all in it for, the money, huh?

Cheers.

- Hey, I'm down for the cause.

- If anyone wants out,
now's the time to speak up.

- One more beer please?

- Okay, hasta manana.

- Crazy German.

- Remi?

From what I here, this Los
Robles is a dumpy little place.

So if you're too caught up with city life,

you're not gonna be happy.

- I'll be fine.

What about him? You think he's up for it?

- Oh, you don't have to
worry about me, baby doll.

I'm down for anything.

- Don't call me baby doll.

- You got a way with women.

Flight 122,
you're clear for takeoff.

- Hey!

Ah, forget y'all.

- Hey, thank you!

Mucho appreciado, thank you!

- Yes, Senor, you speak English.

- You do that again without permission,

and you'll pull back a stump.

- You got the truck you promised us?

- Yeah, it's the best I could do.

My friends, uh, plugged the leak.

- Can you call a town meeting
tonight, about eight o'clock?

- Yeah, eight o'clock, sure.

- Thank you.

There's your truck.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

You don't want me to drive this, do you?

- You want Hoffman to drive?

- Come on, hotshot.

It's gonna take us forever
in this beauty.

Oh terrific, just terrific.

- No sauer brat in here.

- We couldn't come up with
anything on his background.

He could be a plant.

Or maybe he was a true believer.

- In a few minutes, won't
make a damn bit of difference.

Go get him.

- Bring him in.

- All right, everybody, listen up.

Griffin is here to teach you
the power of martial arts.

So pay attention

to this most important lesson.

- You're no patriot.

All you teach this militia is

your philosophy of evil.

You got that?

- The great turning point
in our lives is when

we gain the courage to accept our evil

as what is best in us.

Fight!

- Come on, get up and fight!

- Come on, come on.

- Come on, get up, let's go!

Come on, get up!

- Come on! Kick him, take him down!

- I want him dropped out
on the Old Creek Road.

Let the son of a bitch rot in the sun.

- Your prayers have been
listened to for a long time.

And God willing, those prayers
are now being answered.

I wish now to introduce
you to, Senor McQue.

Senor.

- It's not easy to live with fear.

You feel powerless.

Desperate.

This is your land.

Your town.

No one's gonna defend it like you.

We need your help.

- We don't know how to fight.

- That's it.

That's all I need, that impulse.

- But we hired you to fight.

We paid you a lotta money,
half of it in Los Angeles.

- And we'll earn every
penny of that money.

But there's about 100 of
them, and only six of us.

Two of my men will be arriving
tomorrow with armament.

We'll find out which of
you can handle weapons,

and teach you.

Give me some volunteers.

- Look, uh, he's right!

It's about action. You can't
keep looking at each other.

So who's down to help themselves?

- Senor, uh, no offense, but

you don't exactly look
like a fighter yourself.

- I'm not talking about that.

I'm looking for a few volunteers.

This is ridiculous.

- Ah.

Mm?

- No no, no no no.

This is not what I do best.

Do you have to do that?

- You know, when I was in
the Clearview State Home,

I used to brush my teeth
four, maybe five times a day.

Probably 15 minutes each.

Of course, you know, it's
very very important to floss,

so what I did is on the
weekdays I would start

to floss on the right and
I'd work my way to the left.

And then on the weekends, I
would floss left, work right.

What day is it anyway?

- It's the worst day of my life.

- Anyway, you wanna know what the moral

of the story is, Simms?

I mean, every picture tells a story,

every story has a moral.

Would you, Mr. Simms, like to know

what the moral of the story is?

- Enlighten me, would you?

No tartar.

- So, GSG9, huh?

I'm impressed.

Most elite anti-terrorist
group in the world.

What the hell are you doing here?

- When you turn 32, you can
no longer work in the field.

So I quit on my 32nd birthday.

You spend a lot of time alone?

- Yeah, I usually find
company disappointing.

- Why's that?

- I had a strange childhood,

and maybe that had
something to do with it.

We moved around a lot when I was kid.

I couldn't exactly tell my friends

what my dad did for a living.

So when he died, I
followed in his footsteps.

Female cleaner.

Make it snappy.

- The white zone is for
loading and unloading only.

I think this is the place.

Come on, Hoss.

Ah.

Let me get that for you.

This is about right.

Find anything there, Hoss?

- I don't believe this.

There's nothing there.

- Yeah, there you go.

- Whew.

- Childproof.

Loony-proof.

- Are you crazy?

- I'm certified crazy by the best doctors

in the whole state of California.

- Give me this. Give it to me.

Give it to me. Give it.

This much explosives, you
could have blown us sky high.

- Yeah, but at least we'd go
out with a blaze of glory.

I got us in here.

Why don't you just go ahead
and load us up?

- You need a straitjacket.

- Thanks.

- Nice try, Captain,
but I'm gonna need more.

All I can tell from this stuff is that

the walls surrounding the
compound are about 20 feet high

and there's one main gate.

Man, I've tapped FBI
files, CIA files.

I think it's time for some Britt tricks.

- Let's go.

- I'm going.

We having any fun yet?

- Ow.

Why are you here?

- With the money, I can start over.

And one day, if I meet the right woman,

maybe settle down and have a family.

- Well that's not a future
I've ever considered.

- I'm not driving it. There's
no way, that's suicide.

- You are driving the nitro.

What the hell do you
think McQue hired you for?

You're a good driver, aren't
you? Huh, are you good?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Then we have absolutely
no problem then, do we?

- Except I don't drive things like that.

Look at the tires on that.

You couldn't float them in a river.

Forget it. I aint driving the nitro.

- Listen, Simms, I know you and me,

we've had our few differences in the past.

But I'm the kinda man who
can let bygones go by.

You know why? Because I can
be extremely, objective.

- Yeah.

- You understand?

- Yeah, got it.

- I hate flies.

- Me too.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

- Easy.

- Got it. Hot off the press,
plans to the compound.

There's the East Gate, and the West Gate.

I got us the plans. Now
you gotta get us in there.

- What the hell are we
stopping for this time?

- There's a body in the road.

- Is he breathing?

- Hell, I don't know, kick him.

- Yeah, he's alive.

Get him in the truck.

I'll help you out.

I'll get the truck.

- What?

Ah, stupid basket case.

In fact, you're way beyond
baskets. You're into pottery.

- Here, let me get this for you.

You got it?

I got it. I got it.

- Oh.

You know, uh,

if we happen to hit a
chuck hole the wrong way,

and we're blown into say a million pieces,

you think we'll still meet God?

Or will we meet Him one piece at a time?

- Just shut up, man!

I am tired of hearing about the home.

I'm tired of hearing about
your brushing, your flossing.

Can't you just talk about
something intelligent?

Because if you can't, just shut up

and don't say nothing at
all, you understand me?

Sir, the townspeople
have hired some mercenaries.

- This time, we're gonna
have to call out the dogs.

Your men wanted action?

- Yes, sir.

- Then it's action they'll get.

Turn them loose.

- Yes, sir.

- I oughta kick your ass for everything

you put me through, you know that?

- Well, if you wanna kiss my ass, Simms,

I can accommodate that.

- You know, you're more dangerous to us

than if you worked for Sperry?

If I didn't have so
much respect for McQue,

I'd break your neck.

- You know, I learned back
at the the home that it's not

really healthy to keep all
this pent-up aggression inside.

I suggest that you learn
how to release it, Hoss.

- That's the first intelligent
thing you've said all day.

- Ow.

- Stop the bullshit.

You can kill each other
when we finish here.

- Come on, let me show you
what we found in the truck.

You need a straitjacket.

- That's gonna wind up
in your back someday.

- Take him inside.

- Hey, this aint over.

- You've got two choices.

Help us with what you know,

or I'll Federal Express
you back to Sperry.

Think about it for a couple of hours.

Give him some food.

Who's the man, you two?

- Good job, CDM, but this
is just the structure.

We need to know what it's like inside.

- Seems like our friend here has something

he wants to say to us.

- I'd like to help.

- You can start by giving
us a reason to trust you.

- Well, for starters, Sperry's got a safe

with a few million dollars
inside, how's that?

- Now how would you know that?

- Because I saw it.

- Well if you know where it
is, why don't you tell us?

- If you let me in on some of the action,

I'll show you where it is.

- Can you detail the interior
structure of the compound?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Get to work.

- Hey?

How do I know I can trust you?

- You're just gonna
have to take that risk.

- Just what the hell do you
think you're doing here?

- We thought we'd do a little shopping.

- A little what?

- All right, scumbag.

Ow! Ah!

- Just who the hell are you?

You guys don't belong here,

and you are gonna learn a lesson.

We'll be back.

And when we do, huh,

you're not gonna get off quite so easy.

Okay, outta here.

- A damn disgrace.

She had a rifle, man.

She was up in the tower.

Look, there was nothing we could do.

I'm telling you. There
was nothing we could do.

She coulda killed us all.

- What am I seeing here?

- This lowlife forehead is
a disgrace to all of us.

- And what do we do when
someone disgraces us?

- Punish him.

- Then punish him.

Get out of my sight.

Attention, Lieutenant Smith,

to ordnance assembly, please.

Lieutenant Smith,
ordnance assembly please.

- And kill them all.

Guess I have to take care
of everything myself.

I didn't plan that out.

- You just happened to
get it like that, huh?

Mm-hm.

Now don't you be dealing

from the bottom of the deck, McQue.

- Why don't you guys get something to eat?

I'll be close.

- Hold up, I'll go with you.

- You like blackjack?

- I like anything where
the odds are in my favor.

What are the stakes?

- Too high for either of us.

- Oh, I don't know. My
pockets are pretty deep.

- Mine aren't.

- Hit me.

Why don't you just quit
while you're ahead?

- I feel lucky today.

- Why don't we just cut to the chase?

You don't belong here.

So why don't you take your little group

and you get outta town?

Because if you are still
here tomorrow afternoon, this

little town, will cease to exist.

- Well I was thinking of sticking
around till the election.

- What election?

- Haven't you heard?

I'm running for mayor.

- Let me ask you something.

Why in the hell do you wanna
die for a buncha taco vendors?

- I got real bored with my day job.

- Pew.

Don't forget, tomorrow afternoon.

- Sperry means what he says.

He could wipe this town out in a heartbeat

and never get his hands dirty.

- I know.

Something's been bothering me.

- What's that?

- Why would a nice guy
like Sperry wanna kill you?

- I was working undercover.

FBI.

I was trying to build
a case against Sperry.

- We move on the compound at 2300.

If anything goes wrong,

Sperry's gonna come and level the town.

Britt?

- Yeah.

- Be ready to evacuate the people.

- Where do you want me to take them?

- As far away as possible.

- Hold on, if I'm evacuating,
I'm gonna miss all the action.

- You're not trained for the action.

Callin, you and I will take out
the guard at the front gate.

We'll go around the west side.

Remi, you and Simms
infiltrate the arsenal.

Kurt, place the explosives
along the inside.

- I'm still pissed I'm
not going with you, McQue.

- I just don't want you to get killed.

You ready?

Yeah.

- Ready here.
- Ready, here, Boss.

- Let's move.

You all know what to do.

If we do it right, we'll get in and out

without waking anyone up.

- Yeah, well, they're in
for a little rude awakening

after we're gone, aren't
they, Boss?

- We'll have 15 minutes
after the charge is set.

We're outta here at 0100. Let's do it.

- Callin, what the hell
are you doing here?

- Hey, Sam.

Think I'm more afraid of
you than I am of them.

- You should be.

- You sure you got him?

- Does the pope wear gold bowling shoes?

Got him.

- I lost him.

I'll meet you at the South Gate.

Yeah, yeah.

- Hey, Britt?

- What?

- You know how old I was
when I first held a gun?

- No.

- About four and a half
hours younger than I am now.

- Hector?

- Yeah?

- I can't stand it.

I know they need every man they can get,

and I'm sitting here babysitting.

I gotta go, man.

Give me the keys.

- You can't drive my truck.
I have to drive my truck.

Let's go.

- Hector, what are you doing, man?

Wait for me!

You think maybe this is a mistake?

- Hey, bitch.

- Hoffman, where are you?

- Come on.

- Come on, this way.

- Where's he going?

- I have no idea.

- You're not from around here, are you?

- Actually, I'm just
passing through, Hoss.

- Wise guy, huh?

Let's go and have a
chat with the commander.

Don't even try, Hoss.

Come on.

- God damn.

- Move, move! Come on!

- Sir, we have intruders
inside the compound.

- Shoot them on sight.

I'm gonna cut him up.

- I got it covered!
- I got it covered!

All right, men,
all right, let's go!

- Let's go, come on!
- Move it, move it, move it!

- Hey, man, what
happened? What's going on?

- Well, we had a little mishap.

Simms, stop!

Simms, you all right?

- Yeah.

You know, Straitjacket, you're all right.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- No, you goof, I'm trying to tell you

you're okay in my book.

- Yeah, well I love you too, honey,

but we'll have to bond later.

Come on, let's go.

- Jesus.

- Freeze!

Cover me! Cover me!

- Get some men to shut off the front gate.

What's on your forehead?

- What are you boys doing?

- Drop the gun.

- Well it looks like we've
got a Mexican standoff here.

- So you think I'm scared
of you, huh, bitch?

- Hell yes, I think you're afraid of me.

Gotta get outta here now!

- You shoulda quit while you were ahead.

Now I'm the house. I'm dealing the cards.

And this game is over.

I'm gonna cut you like a fish.

- That's for the First Amendment.

That's so you never walk on anyone again.

You got about two minutes
before you're pixie dust.

How fast can you crawl?

- Go go go!

Kurt, come on! Get moving, come on!

Hold on! Hold on!

- Kurt, Remi's down!

Remi.

- Move, move! Straitjacket, where are you?

Go, go! Come on, Kurt!

Straitjacket, where are you? Straitjacket!

Come on!

Go!

Jose!

- Go!

Come on!

I'm out of ammo!

- One more thing.

This is because you're
a lousy card player.

- He's dead!

- He's my brother!

- Go! Go, go!

Oh God, no! Jose!

- Good luck, good luck!

- Q, get your ass up here!

- Where's Callin?

- Well I'll be go to hell.

- Yo, Boss?

- It's good to know I'm still
a good judge of character.

- The government's still gonna want this.

Unless of course it's just a
figment of their imagination.

Mind if I get a lift?

- I told you.

- Hey, Q?

I just wanna thank you
all for what you did.

Here's your money I promised.

- Rebuild your town, and take
care of your brother's family.

- I will, I promise.

- Will you help me with
some of these cases?

You want me to fly this thing?

Come on, everybody, let's go home!

Don't worry, I can fly this thing.