All language subtitles for Battle Los Ángeles

[♪♪♪]

[MAN 1 SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- WOMAN 1:
- -an unprecedented meteor shower

falling off the coast of Tokyo.

The entire city is mesmerized
by this incredible sight.

[WOMAN 2 SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Two hours after the first
contact,

an unidentified enemy
has reached our coastlines

in a swift and militaristic
attack.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES]

Right now, one thing is clear:
The world is at war.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

At 14:46 Pacific Standard Time,

12 different locations
across the globe were breached

in what appears to have been
a coordinated attack

by an unknown enemy.

All breaches
were along the coastline

in what is a campaign
of rapid dominance.

This is a textbook military
invasion.

There are massive casualties
in New York.

Defensive lines
are being set up in Boston.

And at 13:15 Zulu time,
we lost communications

with San Francisco
and San Diego.

Their status is unknown.

What we do know is that we are
the last offensive force

on the West Coast.

We cannot lose Los Angeles.

[♪♪♪]

MAN 1:
We have five birds down two klicks west of CP Victory.

MAN 2:
Tighten your asses, we're going down!

MAN 3:
Command and control is down.

Civilians in need of support
two klicks northeast.

MAN 4:
Cables inbound. Engage your sectors of fire.

Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.

MEN:
Whoa!

♪ California love ♪

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Good morning.

94.5 with the Surfrider
Foundation Morning Surf Report.

Surfers, hard northeast
conditions blowing out there

with the ocean slopping
and chopping.

There is some size
starting to build...

Come on, Michael.
Come on.

[GRUNTING]

MAN 1: Morning, staff sergeant.
MAN 2: Morning, sergeant.

ALL:
Morning, staff sergeant.

Morning, you little prick.

MAN:
You know what they say.

You're only as old as you feel.
Yeah.

That's what I'm worried about.
I can't feel a damn thing.

♪ California
Knows how to party ♪

- WOMAN:
- -to the Pacific for our next report,

where what appears to be
a cluster of meteors

is predicted to enter
our atmosphere

in the early hours
of tomorrow morning.

Go ahead.

They're expected to strike
miles from land,

far into the Pacific Ocean...

John.
JOHN: Oh, God.

What's up, Mike?

Hey. What happened
to that picture

of us in Iraq
with that camel?

I mean, your girlfriend.
[JOHN LAUGHS]

JOHN:
Hey, is this for real?

It's got your signature on it.

I said, "That's gotta be
a mistake. He can't write."

No mistake, John. I did my 20.
I know when to get out.

You got the box full of medals,
a file full of commendations.

You can have them. Seems you
like interior decorating.

A Marine's got a shelf life,
you know? After that...

What? He spoils?

Something like that.

I'll finish my training
assignment with these Marines.

Get them combat ready.

And then
I'll be on my merry way.

You know, we could always use
another lean,

mean typing machine.

Shit, I ain't built like you,
John.

Ugly, slow, soft.

[CHUCKLES]

God.

You had to make
some tough calls there, Mike.

Especially that last one.

We all wish your men
made it home.

Here we go.

You're expired.

Clear the shelf,

staff sergeant.

[♪♪♪]

Everything I know
is in here, John.

[♪♪♪]

[MOUTHING WORDS]

WOMAN [ON TV]:
What typically would have been detected months,

if not years, before surfaced
in less than four hours.

These images giving you
some idea of the rate

at which these meteors
are traveling.

Scientists are scrambling
to try and understand it.

There's something just
extremely uncomfortable

about a man your size
sniffing a flower.

What you want
is some hydrangeas.

Popular wedding flower,
come in green, blue.

What color is
the bridesmaids' dresses?

Good question.
You're amazing.

Just take a whiff.
Smell it.

Yes, pretty girl?

For 300 more, she said
we could have sprays of lilies.

I know it's a lot, but it'd be
so beautiful. What do you think?

Three hundred?
Goodness.

I think it's a no-brainer.

You only get married once.
Worry about 300 bucks?

Thank you, Stavrou. Thank you.
Yeah, no worries.

You know what? It's your day.
Do whatever you want.

I'm gonna hit you with
something. What are you doing?

Busting your balls.

Tomorrow we shop for cakes.

And I can't wait.

Ooh. I love cake.

[AFU-RA FEATURING JAHDON
& KARDINAL OFFISHALL'S "DEAL WIT IT" PLAYING]

[BOTH SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Yo, Doc. What you doing?

Skyping back home.

Is that your girlfriend?
Damn, she fine.

[CHUCKLING]

Doc. My boy.

That's my sister.

GUERRERO:
Oh, goddamn.

I'm just speaking objectively
here, you know what I'm saying?

All right,
no, stop playing!

WOMAN:
He's with someone. May I take a message?

Doc, is it all right
if I have one of those first?

You eat it at your own risk.

They're very old.

So do you feel
that you're making progress?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Um...

I'm sleeping a lot better.

And then also around the firing
range and everything,

when I first came back
and hear the pop, pop, pop,

I'd get jumpy and it would
mess with me a bit

and a little bit of a setback.
But now it, you know,

doesn't bother me.

So I think that's progress.

So, what's the story
with my status, doc?

I mean, are you gonna clear me
for combat? Because...

Yeah, I feel good.

Let's meet again next week

and we'll discuss it. Okay?

All right, thank you.
Thank you very much, doc.

[♪♪♪]

LOCKETT:
Harris' girl is making the dude organize his entire wedding

two weeks before we deploy.

I say the chick's busting his
balls like nobody's business.

But he got two weeks to get it
done because we're out.

So I just came by to visit you
one last time before we leave.

And I brought Dad's five iron
with me.

And you know what that means.

Me and the boys are gonna go out
tonight, continue the tradition.

Have a good time, you know?

I'll see you soon, bro.

See you soon.

Oh.

LOCKETT:
Motown, give me boots. I'm going skiing.

Oh, that's how you do it, baby.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, here they come.

Don't mess this up, man.

They cannot know
that you a virgin.

How do you know I--?
Who says I'm a virgin?

LOCKETT:
We know. Look at your face.

LENIHAN:
What are you telling her?

[ALL LAUGHING]

Oh, come on, you guys.
You're killing me.

Whoo! That dog gonna hunt!

Damn, Daktari,
you can play.

We have courses in Nigeria,
Imlay.

Shit. How am I supposed to know?
It's an American game, right?

Adukwu's our Navy corpsman.
He's like a medic.

No, not like a medic.
Medic is the Army.

I'm a Navy corpsman.
IMLAY: Well, sailor, yes.

I came here to become a doctor.

Oh.

[LAUGHS]

Slow down.

That's like number five.

How many have you had?

No, I'm good.

Now, this guy over here,
Mr. Lenihan.

Hey.
His mom signed

so he could join up at 17.

And I look after him

because this boy don't know
his ass from a hot rock.

[ALL LAUGH]

ALL:
Oh!

Not on my truck, dude!
IMLAY: Easy, now. Easy, buddy.

LOCKETT: Oh, yeah!
MOTTOLA: Not on my truck.

IMLAY: Toast. To Lenihan.
ALL: To Lenihan!

Good luck, rookie.

ALL:
Retreat, hell!

- WOMAN [ON TV]:
- -an emergency developing

throughout NASA
and the space community.

Meteors will land
off the coasts of eight cities

and that number
could keep rising.

Evacuations under way
in Southern California,

moving the population back
from the coastline.

A lot of curious people
are clamoring for views.

What are you doing up
so early?

Lieutenant.
Still gotta get used to that.

This thing right?

Here. You want me to do it?
It's tricky.

They gotta be parallel
to the deck.

That's the whole thing
with these bars.

Don't forget to call
Mr. Gilliam, okay?

Call me later.
I'll call you later.

That's my baby.
All right.

[♪♪♪]

NANTZ:
Let's go! Move!

Quick time! March!

ROY:
Marines! Into the trucks and report to your company!

Let's go!
Move it! Let's move!

NANTZ:
Move it!

Load them up!
Move it!

What's going on,
first sergeant?

[PLANE ENGINE ROARS OVERHEAD]

Meteors hitting
off California now,

but they got the whole
goddamn base being mobilized.

I'm bringing you back to the
company, Mike. They need you.

First sergeant.

All hands on deck,
staff sergeant.

Heard we might be mobilizing?
Yes, sir.

Moving you up
to squad leader.

It's a big responsibility,
but you can handle it.

Thank you, sir.

Staff Sergeant Beck
is being replaced

by Staff Sergeant Nantz.

What do you know
about him?

He's a very dedicated Marine.

Don't bullshit me, corporal.

What'd you hear
about his last tour?

Just the grimy details that
everybody else already knows.

But at the end of the day,
you're our lieutenant

and we take our orders
from you, sir.

[♪♪♪]

So you're gonna be
assigned to 1st Platoon

under Second Lieutenant
Martinez.

His platoon sergeant's
on leave,

so you're gonna
have to suck it up.

Here's the lieutenant
right up here, 1 o'clock.

He's a kid, Mike.

Right out of officer
training school.

He's only been with us a month,
but I think he's sharp.

It's just an evacuation, buddy.
He's in charge.

Just keep an eye on him, huh?

Just don't lose
my paperwork.

Lieutenant.
Good afternoon, staff sergeant.

Happy to meet you.
Thank you, sir.

We're being called in to help
with an evacuation, lieutenant?

For these meteors?
MARTINEZ: I assume so.

Whatever it is, I'm happy to get
out in the field.

WOMAN [ON TV]:
At approximately 4:42 a.m. Pacific Standard Time,

the meteors impacted...

Who the hell took
my tortellini?

KERNS: This some drill?
LOCKETT: Get ready.

Get ready.
It's serious. Okay?

WOMAN:
Meteors continue to fall off the coast of California,

Ireland, the Bay of Bengal...
Corporal.

Corporal. Corporal.
Yeah?

Probably just a training
exercise.

No. They're shifting
Nantz into our unit.

The guy wants out
of the Marine Corps

and now we're stuck with him.

Stavs!
You got tortellini?

I heard Nantz
kicked ass his last tour.

He went into that compound alone
and killed 10 insurgents.

That's what you heard, Lenihan?
Chill out.

LENIHAN:
Johnson told me he was going--

Don't worry about it.

LOCKETT: Go. This is serious.
What the hell did I do?

Nantz got a couple guys
killed on his last tour.

What?
That's the story.

Lockett's brother was one.

So I know you didn't know,
but just don't--

No, don't worry about it.

MARTINEZ:
We're getting into some heavy shit.

It's been my experience,
lieutenant,

heavy shit
is highly overrated.

Look, staff sergeant,
let's just be clear.

I know your rep,
know what you've done.

This is my platoon.
These are my men.

Not gonna have a problem,
are we?

No problem, sir.

WOMAN:
It appears our initial assumptions were wrong.

MAN:
Listen up! Get your weapon,

get your gear, get your
munitions, move outside!

We got white chocolate rap
from my man.

That should
finish the new mix?

WOMAN [ON TV]:
National Guard troops

evacuated surrounding beach
areas

and we have word
the military is now deploying.

That's us.
That's us! That's us!

GUERRERO:
Calling military for a meteor shower?

STAVROU:
Why are they happy?

- -a meteor that just hit
the ocean.

Large plumes of smoke
are coming up.

Visibility is getting worse
as we...

These objects were
undetected

until they entered
our atmosphere.

NASA estimates they are not
hitting the water

at terminal velocity.

They're slowing down
before impact.

[CHATTERING]
CAPTAIN: The objects in question

are falling into the ocean
in tight clusters

10 miles outside
of a major population center.

Thermal imaging
from the Hubble shows us

within each cluster is a central
object larger than the others.

These central objects are all
the same geometric shape.

They appear mechanical
in nature.

This is not
a meteor shower, Marines.

We are in Threatcon Delta.
That's right.

Come on.
All units, gear up.

Be ready to move.

Combat situation.

It's what I've been
training for.

One of the Coast Guard cutters
has issued a mayday.

It is difficult to see, and--
Oh, my gosh!

There is just another meteor
that just hit the ocean.

It's the closest one,
right behind those cutters.

Two or three meteors
just impacted.

MAN:
Shit.

KATE:
Do you have any more information in the studio?

Oh, my God.

WOMAN:
Kate? Kate? Are you hearing us?

Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Kate, are you still hearing us?

KATE:
Yes, Jean, I can hear you.

Everyone, move out.
Get out of the way.

What is that?
What is that in the water?

I can't get a good look,

but it appears
there's something--

I'm looking
through the people,

trying to determine
what this is.

I don't even know.
It's like shadowy figures.

Maybe five, six, seven. I can
make out maybe eight figures.

KERNS: What the hell?
MAN 1: Shit!

MAN 2: Look at that!
HARRIS: Stavs, you see that?

KATE:
I'm gonna head back now.

Everyone needs to get out
of here right now.

I think that we've gotta leave,
Jean. I'm gonna head back now.

Oh, my God!

MAN:
Go! Let's go. Go, go!

Corporal Grayston and Corporal
Imlay are both expert marksmen

as well as
strong fire team leaders.

We also have PFC Lenihan,
who is our second best marksman,

just behind Lance Corporal
Guerrero.

What's your take on this, Specs?

I don't know.
Extraterrestrial?

Do you mean like from space?
STAVROU: No, Imlay.

From Canada.
Always got jokes, don't you?

All right, first squad, line it
up. Bring it in. Let's go!

As you may have heard
already,

Staff Sergeant Nantz
will be taking over

for Staff Sergeant Beck.
We're lucky to have him aboard.

Here's the situation, Marines.
We're facing an unknown enemy.

We don't know how strong
their force is

or what they're capable of.

But one thing we do know is that
we're fighting for our land,

our families, our home
and our country, goddamn it!

Whatever those things are,

let's show them how
Marines fight. Retreat...

MEN: Retreat, hell!
MARTINEZ: Two-Five! Form up!

[♪♪♪]

First in, last out, Marines!

Breathe, Lenihan. Breathe.
Your training will kick in.

LENIHAN:
Thank you, staff sergeant!

Got something to get
off your chest?

No, it's cool,
staff sergeant.

You got a silver star,
my brother came home in a box.

I get it.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
All stations, this net. Standby for sitrep.

Enemy elements have advanced
beyond the beach.

Aliens? That's not possible,
right?

We'll know soon enough,
brother.

One-oh-one tank
has been destroyed.

Company beyond
the defensive line...

It's in case his head gets blown
off, so they can ID his body.

Be advised, enemy have
heavy assault weapons.

Firepower equal
to high-explosive rounds.

Hey, staff sergeant! Promise me
you won't let me be taken alive

by some godless predator from
another world, staff sergeant?

No promises in combat.

Stop screwing around
and keep your head in it!

These units are falling
tactically.

Their strategies
are coordinated.

Do not underestimate enemy
combat intelligence.

We are not evacuating civilians
fast enough.

I say again, we are not
evacuating fast enough.

All units be advised,

there are friendlies
behind enemy lines.

Semper Fi, 1-7 Actual, out.

[♪♪♪]

MEN:
Whoa!

GUERRERO:
You gotta take me to dinner first.

PILOT:
Things are about to get rough.

[ALARM BEEPING]

NANTZ:
Let's go, let's go, let's go! Out! Go!

MARTINEZ:
Move, move, move!

NANTZ:
Form it up!

MARTINEZ:
What do we got, sir?

All right, situation
is as follows:

Most of Santa Monica's
been cleared of civilians.

We got a defensive line
at Lincoln Boulevard

a mile from the ocean.

Air Force has got Warthogs
and B-52s on deck.

At 1930 hours,
they will pound the entire area

from Lincoln to the ocean.

Shit.

We're leveling Santa Monica,
sir?

We got an infestation
of God knows what,

not of this Earth and we gotta
hit them with everything

and we gotta hit them hard.

They are a ground-force
enemy only.

They have no aircraft,

so the Air Force
will tear them a new asshole

and we will rule the air.

You said "most civilians"?
Affirmed.

Getting distress calls,
sending squads out.

Golf, you take Santa Monica
to Olympic.

Foxtrot, Olympic to Pico.

Echo, Pico to Ocean Park.

Lieutenant Martinez,
I want you to break off a squad

and a machine gun team.

Proceed west from Lincoln
to a police station located here

at Venice and Amarosa.
Venice and Amarosa.

Police were overrun.

Got a distress call
that civilians are still there.

We don't know how many.

Just gather survivors,
then you radio in.

We'll have helicopters
in the area to evacuate you.

You got exactly three hours
before our bombs drop.

And make no mistake, they will
drop, with or without you.

Get those civilians,
get the hell out of there

and you kill anything
that is not human.

Let's go! Let's get it done!

Captain, this is not
a drill.

You hold that line,
you understand me?

Yes, sir.

[CHATTERING]

- MAN [OVER RADIO]:
- -from the coastline into suburbs.

Golf company is overrun.

Lima company requesting
air support.

Civilians are being stranded
behind enemy lines.

MAN:
Hang on, One!

Fire in the hole!

[SHOUTING]

REPORTER:
Troops are amassing along every major coastline.

The UN has called
an emergency sitting

in an attempt to establish
a means for sharing resources

and intelligence
across the globe.

MOTTOLA:
Watch out, go!

This way?
Where are we supposed to go?

Jesus Christ.

[♪♪♪]

MARTINEZ:
Marines, anything beyond this point,

consider to be hostile.
All right, nice and easy.

[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE]

Clear.

HARRIS:
Hell of a way to earn your citizenship.

Shit. I'd rather be
in Afghanistan.

GUERRERO:
Lieutenant.

How many civilians we gotta get
out of that police station?

MARTINEZ:
I have no idea, Guerrero. Just stay focused.

KERNS:
What the hell's that? What is that?

LOCKETT:
This is insane. Yo, eyes open.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
An unidentified enemy has breached our coastlines

in a swift and militaristic
attack.

At this point, there are many
more questions than answers.

Right now, one thing is clear:
The world is at war.

LOCKETT:
Eyes open.

You see something, Simmons?

Can't see shit.

MARTINEZ:
Kerns, you see a cross street?

Lieutenant,
I don't see nothing.

Police station's about one klick
northwest of here.

[CLATTERING]

[CREATURE CLICKING]

[CLATTERING]

Twelve o'clock!
IMLAY: Hundred meters front.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
We need immediate--

NANTZ:
Turn your radios down.

KERNS:
It's just a dog.

LOCKETT:
Just a little doggy. Come here.

MARTINEZ: It's just a dog.
NANTZ: Dog.

LOCKETT:
What's his name, huh? Glenn?

Who's the idiot
naming dogs these days?

What do you wanna call him,
Fido?

MAN 2:
Watch out!

[♪♪♪]

HARRIS: Where's it coming from?
KERNS: Don't know.

IMLAY: Watch your head!
MARTINEZ: On the roof!

KERNS:
Enemy fire! Eleven o'clock!

LOCKETT: They're on the roof!
MARTINEZ: Cover him!

[YELLING]

Twenty-five meters!

NANTZ: Lieutenant!
Left flank, on the roof!

Covering, covering!

We gotta move now!
Lockett!

Yes?
Get me an exit down that alley!

Yes, sergeant!
Kerns, Motown, let's go!

IMLAY:
Get up! Come on!

MARTINEZ:
Falling back!

IMLAY:
Let's go, come on!

Enemy fire! Watch your head!

MOTTOLA: Where'd they come from?
MARTINEZ: Fall back!

IMLAY:
Enemy fire, head down!

GUERRERO: All over the place!
LOCKETT: What do you see?

KERNS:
I don't see shit.

GUERRERO:
How do we get out?

Where's the exit?
I'm working on it!

STAVROU:
We're boxed in!

MARTINEZ:
Take a position by the wall!

Ambush!

KERNS:
I don't have him!

MAN:
I'm hit!

Cover me, Lockett!

KERNS: Man down, man down!
GUERRERO: It burns!

Shit!

ADUKWU:
I got you, Guerrero!

Lieutenant! Lieutenant!

[♪♪♪]

MOTTOLA:
I've got you covered!

We have an exit! Everybody,
move out! Move out!

HARRIS:
Staff sergeant, we got an exit!

Come on, we're going!
Come on, let's go!

Fall back, fall back!

Fall back, fall back!

[REPORTER SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

HARRIS:
Go, keep moving! Keep moving!

[PANTING]

STAVROU:
Lorenzo!

MARTINEZ:
Move, move, move!

HARRIS:
Keep moving, keep moving!

KERNS:
I can't see shit!

Shit, shit, shit! Imlay!

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

NANTZ:
U.S. Marines, coming in!

U.S. Marines, anybody in here?

Kitchen's clear!
Kitchen's clear, lieutenant!

NANTZ:
Get on that window! Are we clear?

Put the wounded
in the kitchen!

NANTZ:
Kerns, Lockett, secure the back of this house.

KERNS: Yes, staff sergeant.
We're on it!

Doc, how long
till they're able to move?

ADUKWU:
Ten minutes, staff sergeant.

You want me?
Come get some! I'm right here!

NANTZ:
What do we got, Imlay?

IMLAY:
I got nothing. I can't see a thing.

It's zero visibility.
You're dead!

Stow that shit, Simmons!

Gonna get shot before
you kill any of them.

Your orders, sir?

I led us
right into that ambush.

Mottola, anyone on command?
No, sir.

We need to find answers to get
out.

You're in charge, sir.
Your orders?

Let's radio that evac
to meet us.

Civilians or no,
we gotta get these wounded out.

Guys, where's Lenihan?

I didn't see him with us.
Where is he?

Lenihan?

Anybody got eyes on Lenihan?

Lenihan!
I'll go for Lenihan, sir.

Imlay, Harris, on me.
Let's get this shit out of here.

I'll package the wounded.
Rally on 10th Street.

Be prepared to move.
We're moving out soon.

Shit.

[STATIC CRACKLES ON RADIO]

Mottorola.

Mottorola?

Oh, come on.
Mottorola, you copy?

NANTZ [OVER RADIO]:
Lenihan, where are you?

Staff sergeant?
Jesus Christ.

I had to turn my radio off.
These things are everywhere.

NANTZ:
We're coming for you. What's your location?

I'm in the laundry room
of some apartment complex.

It's like three stories--

[COUGHS]

[PANTING]

What color is it?
Lenihan. Lenihan?

[MACHINE BUZZES]
[GASPS]

[CLATTERING]

Shit.

[WHISPERING]
Lenihan.

Lenihan.

[ALIEN CLICKING]

Shit.

So smooth...

Smooth is fast.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

[♪♪♪]

[YELLING]

[PANTING]

[GASPING]

Lenihan, lower that weapon!

What the hell--?

Keep on firing!

Jesus Christ!
What the hell is that?

It's not dead.
They don't die.

I've hit it a hundred times.

Get separated
from the unit again,

I'll find you
and shoot you myself.

Imlay, drop a grenade
in that pool.

Come on, I got you.
I got you.

Frag out.

[♪♪♪]

Street's clear.

Get down, get down, get down.

GUERRERO:
What's happening?

We're good. Come on.

LOCKETT: It's Lenihan.
GUERRERO: Yo, Lockett.

You owe me five dollars, boy.

I told you, a virgin ain't gonna
die till he get him some.

Move to the police station?

All right, let's move.

Let's move it out.

[WHIRRING IN DISTANCE]

[YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

MARTINEZ:
Where'd that come from?

Take care of him.
Where'd the shot come from?

Kerns!

MARTINEZ:
Door's open on the bank! Let's move!

NANTZ:
Come on, move it!

Stavrou, you got front.
Stavrou, cover front.

Harris, cover front!

STAVROU:
Roof's clear, roof's clear!

IMLAY:
I got it covered.

Harris! Find me where
that shot came from!

Imlay, get eyes up on that roof,
all right?

IMLAY: Cover the roof!
STAVROU: Clear!

NANTZ:
Lockett, on me!

Did anybody see
where that came from?

Doc, how serious?

Third degree thermal burns
on his neck and face.

You'll be surfing soon,
Simmons.

Shit.

Hostiles, 12 o'clock!
Hostiles at 12 o'clock!

Staff sergeant, hostiles,
12 o'clock!

Prepare to fire!

NANTZ:
Hold it, hold it!

Friendlies, sir.

HARRIS: Shit.
Friendlies.

Let's get them in.

[WHISTLES]

Get over here.

Move. Move to the back.
Let's go. Come on, get.

What's your unit?
40th, ID.

Where's the rest
of your unit?

Everyone else is either dead
or missing.

I picked up Air Force here.

Tech Sergeant Elena Santos,
Air Force.

61st Wing, intel, surveillance,
recon division.

Tech sergeant?
What are you doing here?

We were tracking
enemy transmissions

about 12 klicks
south of here.

They ambushed us like they knew
our freaking address.

I'm the only one left.

I found these guys on the way
to the safe zone

at Santa Monica Airport.

You ready to use that weapon,
tech sergeant?

With all due respect,

I didn't get this far
off of my good looks.

I'm ready for payback.
Outstanding.

Lieutenant, bird inbound,
25 minutes, sir.

Roger that. Let's get to that
police station.

NANTZ:
Let's get Simmons and move. Let's go!

NANTZ:
Cover our flanks, Mottorola! To the right, that building!

MARTINEZ:
Watch your feet!

There's the police station.

Let's get those civilians
and get back to the F.O.B.!

NANTZ:
Gotta rock, gotta rock!

MARTINEZ:
Come on, come on, come on.

I'll stay with our wounded,
wait for the medevac.

I'll go for civilians.
Kerns, Dever, on me.

OSWALD: Mags, mags. I need mags.
MARTINEZ: All right.

Santos, when that bird arrives,

I'm gonna need
your help on this stretcher.

U.S. Marines! U.S. Marines!

Door. The door.

Elevator right.
OSWALD: Clear!

Elevator right.

OSWALD:
Second elevator, clear! No pulse.

Door left.

It's locked.

What's your name?
Harper.

I'm gonna need you
on this stretcher.

Bird incoming, sir!
Roger that. Imlay, pop smoke!

LOCKETT: Door locked.
NANTZ: Door left.

[CLATTERING]

Radios off.

Move.

U.S. Marines! U.S. Marines!

How many of you?
Five of us, three kids.

NANTZ:
Kerns, kids!

MARTINEZ:
Let's move! Get ready to move!

Let's get it up!

Here we go! Let's move!
IMLAY: Aye, sir!

We got room for four
and that is it! That is it.

Get your wounded on! Move it!
GUERRERO: Yeah, baby.

Come on. Come on. Get up.
Get up.

Get him in. Hey, Guerrero.

Yo!

I'll work on that mix for you!

I'm gonna need it, dude!
You're gonna be fine!

GUERRERO:
Give them hell!

LENIHAN: Oh, shit.
IMLAY: Come on, man.

You just had
to get out of the shit.

You take care of yourself!
I will.

I'll see you soon, partner.

That's it.
We have civilians coming out!

We got no room!
Make room!

We can't! Now, get back, sir!

MARTINEZ:
Fall back. Move back!

NANTZ:
Wait! Kids, kids!

MARTINEZ:
Get back to the police station!

NANTZ:
Backtrack, everybody! Come on, back!

[♪♪♪]

MOTTOLA:
They have air power. Enemy has air support.

We have a bird down.
IMLAY: Damn!

MOTTOLA:
Tango's heading northeast.

We've disengaged back
into a police station.

We have civilians.
I say again, we have civilians.

NANTZ:
Lockett, Kerns, secure this door.

Nothing gets in.

SANTOS:
We got a body.

Do you think you could get rid
of it so the kids don't see it?

RINCON:
What do you want? Where should we go?

SANTOS:
Set up back there, okay?

Come on, you guys.
Take the back.

Stay away from the window,
all right?

Are there gonna be
more choppers?

Did you guys call any in?

I'm sure they're gonna come
for us. They know where we are.

Shit.
You okay? You all right?

I'm good. Yeah.
You sure?

You didn't get hit or nothing?
No, I'm good, man. I'm good.

Man, they're gone.
They're gone.

Everybody's gone.
Lenihan, Guerrero, Grayston.

Grayston. Grayston had kids.

He didn't deserve that.

He didn't deserve to go out
like that!

Neither do you!
You hear me?

You're gonna make it
through this!

All right? You're gonna
get out of here.

You're gonna marry Cherise.

And you're gonna
be her problem,

because I'm done taking care
of your sorry ass, you got that?

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
All stations, this net. Sitrep as follow:

Enemy aircraft
number four fleets at this time.

Be advised, more entering
battle space L.A. from ocean

on bearing 2-niner-7-5-0.

They got air support too.

Knocked our bird
right out of the sky.

So much for ruling the air.

There's no time for that,
lieutenant.

Those bombs are gonna drop.

And we're in
the blast radius.

Top of my goddamn class.

And I get out in combat
in the middle of that shit?

Goddamn it!

I already lost four
of my goddamn men!

Four good men.

I would go
to hell and back for you, sir.

Have you?
Yes.

You're not the first to lose
men. You won't be the last.

Now, put that away.
You understand me?

Right now your men
are awaiting orders.

Now, you can go left,
you can go right.

I don't give a damn.
Just make a decision.

MOTTOLA:
Lieutenant.

It's a no-go on the helo, sir.

Enemy aircraft
is lighting it up.

Command says it's like nothing
they ever seen.

We gotta find a way out.

We gotta get
to that F.O.B.

You're right.
We gotta move.

Let's get these people safe.
Lockett, Kerns!

I need you to set up an
observation post on the roof.

We're gonna move by foot,
so we gotta move fast.

Scan for hostiles,
find the best route out.

KERNS:
All right, sir.

Lieutenant.

Officials are now saying
any civilian

within 10 miles of the coast

should try to make their way
to a military

forward operating base,
or F.O.B.

This is the safest place
that you can be right now.

Now, the military has set up
a line of defense

to try to protect civilians.

Take a look at you, make sure
you're okay, all right?

Just look at this.
There you go.

HARRIS:
Water fountain is just there, Mr. Rincon.

RINCON: Okay, thank you.
HARRIS: No problem.

HECTOR:
Thank you.

Uh, Joe Rincon.
Staff Sergeant Nantz.

This is my son, Hector.

We all wanted to thank you
for coming to get us.

Yeah.

Hey, Hector.
We leave no man behind.

So you here
when the police got overrun?

Right. Well, long as
you're both okay.

Hey, you all right, man?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Okay. If, uh--

If you--
If you need him to do anything,

you know.
I'll let you know.

Aye-aye, sir.

Aye.

Thank you.

KERNS:
We got two dozen hostiles about 300 meters out.

Lieutenant, we got two dozen
hostiles 300 meters north, over.

KERNS:
It's like those things are on overwatch, just like us.

That one looks like the leader.
Now they got leadership.

LOCKETT:
So do ants, Kerns.

KERNS:
You think those things get scared too?

Probably just like us.

They're probably just grunts
that get told to go fight.

Come on. Just find us
a way out of here, Marine,

because we're sitting ducks.

MAN 1 [ON TV]:
They dragged them out of the house, into the street,

put them in order
before they shot them.

They shot them
right in the head.

Do we have any idea
why this is happening?

MAN 2:
Well, it's clear there has been no attempt

at any kind of communication.
No demands, nothing like that.

So, obviously, they are
here for our resources.

When you invade a place
for its resources,

you wipe out
the indigenous population.

Those are the rules
of any colonization.

And, right now,
we are being colonized.

NANTZ:
Brave kids.

They're my nieces.

My sister and her husband
are away on vacation.

Thing is, they live in Arizona.
I see them once or twice a year.

And now I may be
all they have left.

You have kids?

No.

Neither do I.

I used to regret that,
but maybe it was for the best.

MAN 3:
Our planet's surface is 70 percent water.

So I have to stress this,
without certainty,

the leading hypothesis remains
that their objective,

their target,
is our water.

Shit.

There ain't gonna be
nothing left.

I think I got a way out of here.
What'd you say?

Right here, look,
200 meters out.

What's right behind
that backside?

LOCKETT:
Bus. We got a bus.

MARTINEZ:
Roger that.

So the men on the roof
saw a bus.

They think
it could be operational.

Maybe we'd be
better off on foot.

It's miles to
the operating base,

and those bombs
are gonna drop in an hour.

We gotta move fast.

Bus is a big target.

I made the call.

It's my responsibility.

NANTZ:
Stavrou, Harris.

Lieutenant needs recon on a bus.
If it runs, get it back.

MARTINEZ:
Either of you know how to hotwire a bus?

Stavrou can. He's from Jersey.
Ladies first.

[♪♪♪]

LOCKETT:
Two hundred meters.

Go down, there's the cars burnt
out, there's a pickup truck.

Right back behind there.

Uh... We have a situation.
Y'all need to follow me.

Harris found it.
Y'all gotta see this.

MARTINEZ:
Weapon looks like it's been surgically attached.

NANTZ:
Talk about commitment to cause.

[ALIEN CLICKING]

IMLAY:
Shit.

You gotta be kidding!
Corporal. Corporal, hold it.

IMLAY:
Let me shoot this thing.

That weapon's hot.
Let me just shoot it.

NANTZ: Doc.
ADUKWU: Yes, staff sergeant.

Oh, Lord, have mercy.

NANTZ:
We need to know exactly where to hit this thing

so we don't waste all our ammo.

Maybe I can help.

I'm a veterinarian.

[♪♪♪]

Sure you wanna do this?

I was more sure when
I was standing over there.

NANTZ:
We gotta figure out how to kill these things.

Otherwise, we won't last another
five minutes.

Let's peel this back.

MICHELE:
Look at this, we got an organ right here.

NANTZ: I got another one.
MICHELE: Me too.

SANTOS:
Does it have some sort of cognitive mechanism?

ADUKWU:
No frontal, temporal or parietal lobe.

Cranial vault is unlike
anything.

Oh, shit.
What?

KERNS:
You see what I'm seeing?

The ones that were just
on the roof aren't on it.

There's about two dozen
coming out the door.

They're heading this way.

We got movement here.
MARTINEZ: Roger.

We have contact 300 meters out.
Gotta cut quick.

LOCKETT:
We gotta move! What do we do?

Shit's hitting the fan.
Gotta move.

SANTOS: Staff sergeant.
How do you kill this thing?

[♪♪♪]

[ENGINE STRUGGLING]

Goddamn it, Stavs.

I lost them.
You lost them?

They're gone.
I don't see anything.

[GLASS SHATTERING]
KERNS: We got a breach.

LOCKETT:
Breach, north entrance!

They're in. I'm gonna gather
everyone by the door

on the south side.
We're behind you.

[GLASS SHATTERS]
KIRSTEN: What's that?

Adukwu, you go with her.
ADUKWU: Yes.

Imlay, got an HE grenade round?
Never leave home without it.

You cover that hall to the rear.
Buy me some time.

They start coming,
you blast the hell out of them.

MOTTOLA:
Harris, where's the goddamn bus?

Stavs. Stavs, we got an enemy
scout. Come on, let's go.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Yes! Yes! Yeah, baby!
Newark! Represent!

Lieutenant, we got the bus,
heading back.

Okay, bus is en route!

MARTINEZ:
Thirty seconds till we move out!

MARTINEZ:
Imlay, give me a sitrep. I need an update on the breach.

Report back, over.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

We're running out of time.

[GLASS SHATTERS]
[SCREAMS]

MARTINEZ:
Move!

[ALIEN CLICKING]

IMLAY:
Contact!

They've breached.

NANTZ:
This is our last shot.

Got it.

Right here.

SANTOS:
That's gotta be it. It's dying.

That's how
we kill this thing,

to the right of the heart.

Got it.
IMLAY: I got three more!

Let's get out of here.

MARTINEZ:
Get them on the bus! Get them on that bus! Let's go!

RINCON: Get on.
MICHELE: Get underneath.

You okay?

NANTZ:
Heads up. Cover your sectors of fire. Heads up!

Marines, concentrate
all your firepower

to the right of where
the heart would be.

IMLAY:
Yes, staff sergeant.

NANTZ:
That's how we kill these things.

Remember your training.

We got a hostile warbird,
thousand meters out.

Everybody keep your eyes up.

All buckled up
back there, lieutenant.

Roger that.

It should be about
six miles to the F.O.B.

I don't know,
25, 30 minutes.

If we stay
on these side streets.

Air Force is gonna level
this area in 40 minutes.

Get us to the forward
operating base. Fast.

[♪♪♪]

[ALIENS CLICKING]

NANTZ:
What the hell is that?

Stavrou, stop the bus.

[BRAKES HISSING]

Everyone, get down.

Any station, this is
Foxtrot-Two-November.

MAN:
Go ahead, Foxtrot-Two-November.

MOTTOLA:
Enemy aircraft lighting up sky,

heading east towards
downtown Los Angeles.

MAN:
Copy that.

They're tracking
our signals.

Turn off that radio!
They're tracking signals!

All radios off!
Cell phones, everything!

Give me your radio.

Mottola. Give me your radio.

HARRIS: Where you going?
Staff sergeant!

Man, we gotta get off this bus,
all right?

Ten o'clock, lieutenant,
10 o'clock!

I see it, 8 o'clock,
heading south!

It's getting closer.
Hey, it's at my 6!

A hundred meters!

Oh, my God.

MARTINEZ:
Everybody, get down!

[STATIC CRACKLING ON RADIO]

Holy shit.

HARRIS: What was that?
MOTTOLA: Is he all right?

IMLAY: Did he make it out?
STAVROU: Staff sergeant?

[♪♪♪]

There he is.
MOTTOLA: Staff sergeant's alive!

Yeah, he's alive!
IMLAY: There he is!

[PANTING]

That aircraft was unmanned,
lieutenant.

Drone.

That was some real John Wayne
shit, staff sergeant.

Hey.

I can't afford
to lose you.

Neither can these men.

Yeah. They're your men.

Whoo!
All right, staff sergeant!

[ALL CHEERING]

LOCKETT:
That's how you do it!

That's retreat, hell!
That's right.

Who the hell's John Wayne?

HARRIS:
Everybody, eyes open!

MARTINEZ:
Stay alert!

Thank you for that.

It's nothing.

What's that mean,
"retreat, hell"?

During World War I,

an officer from our regiment
was ordered to retreat.

He said, "Retreat, hell.
We just got here."

You should have the doc
take a look at that.

I thought you were a doctor.

Animals and aliens only.

I'll put it
on my to-do list.

Thank you.

Staff sergeant. Did you say
that was an unmanned drone?

Correct.

They must have one hell of
a command-and-control system.

If NORTHCOM didn't agree
with you, I wouldn't be here.

Why?

My mission was to provide AIS
with a strike package.

A strike package?

Yeah, the coordinates
for a missile strike

on a command-and-control
center.

But the asset fell off
the grid and we lost them.

All side streets
are blocked.

Our only choice is
the freeway.

All right.
Well, it's your call.

MARTINEZ:
Get us on a freeway.

We don't wanna be in this area
when these bombs start to fall.

[♪♪♪]

Try to miss at least
one of the cars, Stavrou.

Just keep driving.

Off ramp is one mile ahead.

Jesus.

MARTINEZ:
Look out.

Uh, the ramp, it's gone,
lieutenant.

[♪♪♪]

MARTINEZ:
Robertson exit, half a klick away.

Look out!
Incoming, 12 o'clock!

[SCREAMING]

MICHELE: You okay?
Harper!

[♪♪♪]

MARTINEZ:
Tank's drawing enemy fire! Good time to move!

I suppress fire,
you take the civilians!

NANTZ:
Secure this exit, Imlay!

MARTINEZ:
Get me a defensive line on that vehicle!

Move, move, move!
Let's go! Come on.

Let's go!
Come on, stay down, stay down!

Just keep everybody calm.
We'll be right back, all right?

All right.
Safety first, buddy.

Lieutenant Martinez, if we
get the civilians to that helo,

they take cover, rappel down.

IMLAY:
I got a dozen up on the bridge. They're moving down.

Lieutenant! Tank's out!
Nothing's stopping them now!

Civilians won't make it
to that helo without cover fire.

Lockett, Kerns,
on me, let's go!

KERNS:
Let's move, let's move, let's move!

Get the civilians down. Move!

Come on!

A 30-foot drop. Let's go.

Get behind the bus!
Now, now, now! Get behind it!

Kids first! Around the body,
bring them down one at a time.

Roger that.

MARTINEZ:
Imlay!

Get your team
up on that garbage truck!

Staff sergeant,
cover us up front!

Stavs, you're with me!

We're gonna run behind
that helicopter and rope down.

The girls will be first.
Nothing's gonna happen.

Okay? Stay down!

Lieutenant, dozen hostiles,
maybe more!

Four hundred meters
and closing fast!

IMLAY:
Cover, cover! What the hell are you doing?

You guys need another gun.

Three o'clock.
Up on the bridge, Santos.

NANTZ:
Incoming!

[YELLS]

[GRUNTING]

Ten o'clock!

Reloading!
Aim for the leader!

SANTOS:
Whoo!

Hell, you can take
all the room you want.

Mottola, move, move, move!

Yes, staff sergeant!
Come on, let's go!

Run now, run!

Keep running! Don't stop, run!
Run, run, run!

ADUKWU: Get in there!
LOCKETT: Cover me!

I'm going for the .50 cal!
MOTTOLA: Hurry up!

IMLAY:
Whoo! Get some, Lockett.

[♪♪♪]

Shit.
What the hell is that thing?

LOCKETT:
I'm engaging!

You'll be all right.
It's okay.

Listen, you're going
to be okay.

I will not let anything
happen to you.

Shit!

LOCKETT:
Man down!

ADUKWU:
You're gonna be okay. Hold on, hold on!

MICHELE:
Keep looking up!

[LOCKETT YELLS]

[SCREAMING]

MICHELE:
Oh, God!

I got you.
It's okay. It's okay.

Get the ant
that's controlling that thing!

MARTINEZ:
Lockett, get off your ass!

It's turning this way!

It's about to hit the fan, guys.
Get out now! Move!

STAVROU:
Santos, come on!

Come on!
I'm stuck.

STAVROU:
Go!

What are you doing?
Go!

Imlay!

[SANTOS YELLS]

[EARS RINGING]

Where's Stavrou?

Mottorola! How many down?

MOTTOLA:
Two down, staff sarge! One to go!

Look at me. Look, look.
Be good, okay?

It's gonna be fine? You ready?

Lieutenant, C-4!

Let's blow this sucker to hell!

Oorah. Let's do it.

MARTINEZ:
Kerns!

Covering!

All right,
dough is good to go!

NANTZ: Go!
Covering!

Damn it!
We've lost the detonator.

You all right?

Yeah, just got the wind
knocked out of me.

Mottorola!
Dad!

You're okay, Hector!

Hold on!

I need
the first aid kit.

Sir! Sir!

MICHELE:
It's okay!

Oh, my God!

All right.

[GROANING]

We gotta get you
to a medevac.

Doc!

MARTINEZ:
Oh, shit, man!

We need some cover!
I'm out!

KERNS: Got another mag?
IMLAY: They kicking our ass!

You're getting pinned down,
staff sergeant!

Marines, you're getting
pinned down!

We're not leaving you.
Sergeant, get them out!

I am not leav--
Get them out!

No, I'm not leaving you!
Get them out!

No! Not again!

I have a bag of C-4
on the bus.

Give this to my wife

and get them off
this goddamn freeway.

That's an order.

[♪♪♪]

Yes, sir.

Right behind you.

Cover the lieutenant!

LOCKETT:
Hey, I'm out!

They're closing in!

[ALIENS CLICKING]

Here we go.

This is Lieutenant
William Martinez,

Echo Company, 2nd Battalion,
5th Marines. Oorah!

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

We're still half a klick
inside the bombing zone.

Move to live, Marines.

LOCKETT:
Did he just leave the lieutenant back there to die?

IMLAY:
Sure looked that way.

LOCKETT:
And this is the guy in charge of us now?

Let's move.

KERNS:
Hey, those are our jets.

We're still in the fight.

NANTZ:
All right, we're clear of the bomb zone.

Let's tighten
this place down.

Bombs drop in six minutes.

Santos, Kerns, on me.

Let's see if there are any
comms. All right? Hardwire only.

KERNS:
Corporal Harris, we clear?

HARRIS:
We're clear!

Do you have a hard line in here?
Over there.

Now, my son's
an optimist.

When this first happened,
he said,

"You know, why don't we go
try to talk to them?

Huh?
Maybe they wanna be friends."

MICHELE:
Hector? Hey.

We're gonna go get some food
and water for your dad, okay?

RINCON:
It's okay.

And what'd you tell him?

I said:

"You know, if they're chasing
and shooting us,

they're probably not
good friends."

I should've followed directions
and gone to the F.O.B.

I should've never stayed
at the police station,

but I was scared, man.

I made all
the wrong decisions.

You trusted your gut,
Mr. Rincon.

You made a call.

I'd do the same thing
to protect my Marines.

I had a situation my last tour.
Yeah?

There was no right call.

You went left or you go right,
didn't matter.

But you're alive.

Yeah, I survived.

But I wasn't supposed to.

Staff Sergeant Nantz...

You promise
to save my son?

SANTOS:
Staff sergeant, we have a hardwired connection!

NANTZ:
Doc, keep him warm. Sun is going down.

This will
keep you warm.

MAN [ON COMPUTER]:
We're estimating 20 cities

in 17 countries are now
under full attack.

The enemy is attempting
to cut us off from one another.

Is there any more information,
Professor Stavert?

New data shows they're using
our water as fuel

and our ocean levels
are already decreasing.

They are using it to power
their ships, their machinery,

possibly even their own bodies.

The composition of our water
is unique.

It's in a liquid state.

No other locations in our known
universe

have liquid H2O
anywhere near their surface.

I just saw a field report

that said they will use
our sewage systems

to funnel water back
to their ships.

How'd you get that to work?

These things
are everywhere.

There's one off the coast
of 20 countries.

They're calling it the
command-and-control center.

That the thing you were
tracking?

Yeah.
So you're saying

that's the thing
that's controlling the drones?

Yeah. And if we wipe it out,
we take out their air power.

These bombs better work.

LOCKETT: Move.
ADUKWU: Bring him through.

Set him down.
LOCKETT: How much time we got?

NANTZ:
One minute.

Air Force
about to lay some pain

on those extraterritorial
bastards.

NANTZ:
All right, Two-Five, retreat...

MEN:
Hell!

NANTZ:
Here we go.

IMLAY:
Come on. Let's fry these sons of bitches.

We get to the F.O.B. after these
bombs drop, get ammo.

And some goddamn reinforcements.
Some goddamn tanks.

Ten.
MICHELE: Gotta be strong, okay?

NANTZ:
Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three...

Shit. Everybody, brace!

[BEEPS]

KERNS: They should've dropped.
LOCKETT: What the hell?

Wouldn't we have felt that
from here if they'd dropped?

Would've felt it in Nevada.

That clock right?

That's what I got.

Maybe it's a good thing.

That's a good thing.
LOCKETT: Damn straight.

We was kicking some ass.

Could they have taken out
the whole Air Force?

This isn't happening.

NANTZ:
Let's move.

Everybody, up.
Let's move. Come on.

IMLAY:
We're in the home stretch, everybody.

[♪♪♪]

KERNS:
Now we know why those bombs didn't drop.

IMLAY:
They wiped our forward operating base right off the map.

All clear, staff sergeant!

NANTZ:
All right, let's bring him back here.

Hang in there, buddy.

Million-and-one odds we'd get
here in the first place,

and we get here and
there ain't nothing.

I knew Nantz
would never get us out.

There were thousands
of Marines here.

Now it's just seven
of us, Imlay.

You remind me
of my older brother.

How's that?

He never smiles either.

Secure the front
with Harris.

Imlay, anything?

We only got maps
of Santa Monica.

We need something farther east.
They're all burned.

NANTZ:
Follow me.

All right, here's the battalion
commander's hooch.

Looking for maps, anything
with an extraction point.

Staff sergeant.

ADUKWU:
I'll be right back.

Found a tactical map.

Shows where all the units
were deployed.

What are all these red marks
here?

NANTZ:
Means they're gone.

You mean the units got moved?
Wiped out.

All of them?
All of them.

Oh, shit.

All right.

One alternate extraction site
is still operational.

IMLAY:
That's eight klicks.

Staff sergeant?
Staff sergeant.

Adukwu, plenty of weapons
around. Find yourself an M-16.

Mr. Rincon is dead.

[SIGHS]

Wake up, Dad.

[HECTOR SOBBING]

Please help me right now.

Don't leave me.

I'm so sorry, Hector.

I'm sorry.

HECTOR:
No.

Your dad tried so hard
to stay with you.

I'm sorr--
I don't wanna be here.

NANTZ:
It's okay, bud.

Your father was
a brave man, Hector.

Hector, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, buddy.

It's okay to cry.

He loved you very much.

Listen to me, Hector.

I need you to be brave
for me.

I need you to be
my little Marine.

Okay?

We gotta be brave
for the others.

Do you know why?

Why?

Because Marines don't quit.

Do you believe that?

Say it for me.

Marines don't quit.

Good.

I'm gonna get you out of here,
Hector. I promise.

Let's go see the girls, okay?
Come on.

We are not losing one more
of those civilians. Understand?

You getting us out too,
staff sergeant?

Or are we expendable?
Hm?

All right, Lockett.

You wanna go there,
let's go there.

I commanded men
and men died.

Kids. Nineteen years old.
The best men I ever led.

Do you think for one second

that I wouldn't rather
trade places with them?

I know you think
I got my men killed.

They're dead.

I'm here.

Like the punchline
to some bad joke.

You think I like that?

Do you think a minute goes by

that those faces
aren't right here,

seared into my brain?

Dante, Thomas T. Corporal.
1-5-6-5-0-9-3-8-6.

Ambruster, William R. Private.
8-7-6-6-6-2-3-5-4.

Wharton, Jeffrey H.

Lance Corporal.
8-7-4-2-7-3-9-9-3.

Lockett,

Duane G.

Corporal.

1-5-6-8-7-0-9...

Five-five.

Your brother
was an outstanding Marine.

He was my friend.

And I miss him
every day.

And you remind me of him.

None of that matters
right now.

Because our duty
is to keep moving forward,

to keep fighting.

That's how
we honor your brother

and Lieutenant Martinez,

Corporal Stavrou,

Lance Corporal Mottola,

Hector's father,

who picked up a rifle
and did what needed to be done.

A civilian did that, so we
better damn well step it up.

Discard any lingering doubt.

Work fast, work as a unit,
and we will prevail.

Let's figure out
how we're gonna get out of this.

Imlay, you come with me.
Get to higher ground.

The rest of you, find some ammo
and some vehicles.

Gotta be a few LAV's or armored
Humvees still operational.

Sorry, bro.
You didn't deserve this.

You went down fighting.

IMLAY:
Holy shit.

I wasn't expecting to
see all this.

That don't look good.

Reinforcements.

HARRIS:
Holy shit.

They already set up a beachhead.

All right.

If that evac site
is still operational,

I think we can get
behind the line.

That's gonna be
one hell of a ride.

Well, that's what
we get paid for.

IMLAY:
Everybody move to the LAV now! Go!

Any station, this net.
This is Foxtrot-Two-November.

We have 11 passengers.
Requesting evacuation

at alternate
extraction point Charlie.

Are there any birds in the air?
Over.

MAN:
Foxtrot-Two-November, this is Sierra 2-5.

Orders are to pull back.

Get to extraction point
Charlie by 0300

or we'll be gone. Over.

Roger that.
0300, not a minute more. Out.

Imlay, ever see what
a Bushmaster chain gun can do?

IMLAY:
Oh, shit, yes, staff sergeant.

NANTZ: Get on it, son.
LOCKETT: Let's do this!

NANTZ: No lights, Kerns.
KERNS: Roger that.

NANTZ:
Let's move.

Bushmaster is locked
and loaded.

NANTZ:
Give them hell.

Damn right.

[♪♪♪]

Two minutes
till the helo drops.

Everybody okay?

All right, Kerns,
take a left.

I want you to go
over three blocks,

then go about five blocks,

hang a right, and straight.

That should get us
to the evac site.

I'd hold on
if I were you, Lockett!

Copy that!

We got hostiles.
MICHELE: What's going on?

Let's not wait around
and find out.

It's gonna be okay.

Got about 250 rounds,
staff sergeant.

You know what they say
if you hit a deer?

Speed up!
NANTZ: Damn straight!

Come on!
Y'all hold on!

We're gonna have to go
right through them!

Whoa! Ha-ha-ha!

You saw that?

Going down
like bowling pins!

[YELLS]

HARRIS:
Kick it out!

Run that sucker over, man!

Santos, you okay?

I got that nasty stuff
all over my mouth, man!

[LAUGHING]

It's not funny.

You let him do you
on the first date.

[♪♪♪]

[HELICOPTER BLADES
WHIRRING]

Everyone okay?
MICHELE: Yes!

Let's get us home.

Cease fire!

MICHELE: Stay close!
HARRIS: What are we doing?

MAN:
Load them up! Our flight path won't be clear much longer!

You're in the middle
of the shit!

What happened
to all our air?

Pulled back to save our assets!
They were blowing us out!

We're abandoning Los Angeles!

Let's go, Imlay!

MAN:
Son, you okay?

All right.

Let's move! Move, move!

LOCKETT:
Come on, Harris, let's go!

[♪♪♪]

[RATTLING]

[SCREAMING]

NANTZ:
Hold on!

You all right?
IMLAY: Everybody all good?

MICHELE: Girls?
MAN: Everybody okay?

NANTZ:
Hold on tight!

What happened?

Pilot said something
was playing hell with our power!

Staff sergeant! Nine o'clock!

[♪♪♪]

Santos, you said you were
tracking massive RF signals?

Could a concentration of them
knock out power?

Yes, definitely! Why?

Could be their
command-and-control center!

Get me down there!

What?

I gotta recon that area!

No way! It's suicide!

Damn it,
we're the only ones left!

All the other forces
have fallen back!

We can't land! May not have
power to take off again!

This is a letter
for Martinez's wife.

Will you get it to her?

Yeah.

Hover at 40 feet!

Twenty seconds!
Roger that!

Come on, Adukwu,
let's get this off.

Staff sergeant, what the hell
are you doing?

We're in the clear!
We're almost home, Imlay!

You're in charge now!

You get these
civilians home safe!

You're the bravest Marine
I ever seen, Hector!

No!

[♪♪♪]

NANTZ [WHISPERING]:
Everybody, take cover.

I told you
to stay in that helo.

Civilians are free and clear.
We were worried about your ass.

I think the command-and-control
asset is nearby.

Kerns, how many klicks
to that blackout?

It's about five klicks,
staff sergeant.

Five klicks. All right.

We're gonna use this overpass
for cover.

If we take out those drones,

our military might have a chance
to get back into this fight.

Where would you put
a command-and-control asset

if you wanted to protect it?

Underground.
NANTZ: Let's go.

Everybody, let's move. Come on.
Move, move, move.

[♪♪♪]

Move.

[ALIEN CLICKING IN DISTANCE]

[♪♪♪]

They must've gone back up.
Just leads up to the street.

Thought they were leading us to
the command-and-control center.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Damn it.
[THUDDING]

[WHISPERING]
Let's go. Back.

SANTOS:
Holy shit!

NANTZ:
Santos!

They know we're here now.

[♪♪♪]

That's their
command-and-control.

Everybody out now!
Move, move, move! Follow me!

Up here! Up that ladder, go!

Move, move, move!
Up that ladder!

Let's go! Move it up!
Blow that grate, Imlay!

Move, move, move!

We're right over
their command asset.

That's it, all right.
Okay.

Let's move the concrete slab,
1 o'clock. Let's move.

Fire in the hole!

That should give us
a couple minutes.

Laser target? We don't have
any more jets, though.

NANTZ:
They can fire ground-to-ground missiles.

We radio in a strike,
paint the target with the laser.

Aye-aye.

NANTZ:
Our best chance at radio reception

is on top of that building,
but it's the most exposed.

I'll do it.
I'll make the call.

NANTZ:
Santos, you got those codes?

Air Force strike package
coming up.

You get to high ground.
Once you radio in,

they'll track that signal.
Things are gonna get real hot.

So once you make that call,
get out of there, all right?

You know what that means?

We're gonna have to
hold those things off

till the strike gets here.
NANTZ: Bingo. Marines,

we make our stand here.

Let them know
who they're fucking with.

Retreat...
ALL: Hell!

Two-Five.

Right of the heart, right?
Right of the heart.

IMLAY:
They're gonna come up there. Take two.

Plant one there and the other
one on the other side.

Get it done.
LOCKETT: Doc, watch your back!

Watch your head! Watch it!

Any station, this is
Foxtrot-Two-November, you copy?

Any station, this is
Foxtrot-Two-November, you copy?

MAN:
This is Yankee-Tango, over.

We have a priority
fire mission.

We've located an enemy
command center

under grid 885-342.

We will be lasing. Code 1-2-0.

I say again, we will be lasing.
Code 1-2-0.

Copy that.
Time to target, three minutes.

Staff sergeant!

We got three minutes!
It's coming in three minutes!

All right. Let's paint
this target.

Hell of a shot, Kerns!
Get your ass out of there!

LOCKETT:
Get out of there, Kerns! Shit.

Shit!

Kerns!

Shit! Shit!

Doc, Doc! Get to cover now!
Move, move!

Shit.

[♪♪♪]

NANTZ:
Contact! Twelve o'clock!

IMLAY:
Covering up front!

SANTOS: Go, go, go!
NANTZ: Go on, get in there!

Shift fire left!

IMLAY:
Right there!

Got it!

NANTZ:
Sixty seconds left.

[YELLS]

HARRIS: Lockett!
Shit!

Let's go!

HARRIS:
Back in the fight, Santos!

Need a little help!
Covering!

Imlay, use
your grenade launcher!

I got it, Doc!
Covering!

Where's that damn artillery?
Should've hit by now.

Doc, let's go!

Doc? Imlay! Imlay!

Incoming!

Yes!

Santos, we got it!
We got it!

Direct hit!

Staff sergeant, you did it!

[ALL CHEERING]

Yes, we got it!

The strike package.
It went through?

It came through?
Yeah! All right, Kerns!

It's over.

[RUMBLING]

It's coming up.

They're trying to get away.

The goddamn thing can fly,
staff sergeant. It's flying now!

I'll get you out!

We gotta protect the laser.
Come on. Come on!

Santos!

SANTOS:
Son of a bitch!

That hurt!
Cover me, Lockett!

The drones are pulling it away!
We gotta take it out now!

Incoming Copperhead!

They're using the drone
to protect the ship!

I'm running low on ammo!

Santos!

How is he?
Hanging in there, sergeant!

Crazy bastard.
You should've left me there.

Covering!

Grenade!

LOCKETT: Staff sergeant!
We are not dying here!

Damn right we're not!

It's getting out of range!
I gotta take it down!

Doesn't have enough punch!
Save that shot!

LOCKETT:
Staff sergeant!

NANTZ:
Lockett, you okay?

SANTOS:
Harris, you gonna be okay.

[♪♪♪]

[GROANING]

NANTZ:
There's the last Copperhead.

Santos, take out that drone!

SANTOS:
Firing!

Yeah!
We did it!

Oh!

SANTOS:
We did it!

We did it!

[ALL CHEERING]

I can't believe it worked!

[LAUGHS]

Yeah!

Staff sergeant, you did it!

NANTZ:
There's nothing controlling the drones anymore!

Marines, on me!

They're retreating. Advance!

[♪♪♪]

You guys saved
our lives out there!

MAN 1:
Semper Fi, Two-Five!

MAN 2: All right, Two-Five!
MAN 3: Retreat, hell!

You kicked ass, staff sarge!
Welcome home!

MAN 4: Move! Move! Move!
Good work, Marines! Outstanding.

Your civilians are safe.

Word of how you brought
their ship down

is going out to every army
in every city.

We're mustering up whatever
troops we can and going back in.

So get out of that gear.

Get some chow in you.

There's breakfast
in the tent.

You earned it.
Oorah, Two-Five.

[♪♪♪]

NANTZ: Get some smoke, Imlay.
IMLAY: Got you.

LOCKETT:
Got grenades here. Anybody need?

IMLAY:
Got frag rounds coming down.

Imlay, I think
you could use this.

Got it. HE rounds.

LOCKETT:
I need a couple more magazines.

IMLAY: Nice.
NANTZ: Everybody got ammo?

Yes, staff sergeant.

What do you think you're doing,
staff sergeant?

We already had breakfast, sir.

I'll be borrowing this, sir.
Carry on.

NANTZ: Retreat, hell!
MEN: Oorah!

MAN 1:
This is Bullpen 2-3. Who's with me?

MAN 2:
Morning, Bullpen. Dog Pound 2-1, on your left.

MAN 1:
Good to hear a friendly voice.

MAN 3:
Liberty 1-1, Snake Eyes joining the fight.

MAN 4:
Yankee-Foxtrot-2-1.

MAN 5: Morning, Dog Pound 2-1.
MAN 6: Eagle on your right.

MAN 7:
This is Foxtrot-Two-November. Let's take back Los Angeles.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]