All language subtitles for Enemy Gold.1993.BluRay.RARBG

(birds cawing)

(twinkling music jingle)

(adventurous orchestral music)

(cannon exploding)

(gunshots popping)

- [Daniel] Journal
entry, February 19th.

I'm Lieutenant Daniel McKay.

The war between
us and the Yankees

has been going on
for four years.

We have engaged the enemy
in battle at Pleasant Hill.

Both sides have
lost a lot of men.

(gunshots popping)

Though we have
hoped for victory,

we are realizing how
futile this war has been.

Everyone who dies
is an American.

General Quantrell ordered
me and my squad of 12 men

to go behind the Yankee lines
to disrupt their supplies

and seize a gold shipment.

They hit us hard.

We got the gold, but only me
and Sergeant Hanson got away.

(adventurous orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

(gold clanking)

(deep drumming)

(patriotic flute music)
(gunshots popping)

(drumming music)

(birds chirping)
(light, solemn music)

(tires screeching)

(mysterious, intriguing music)

(gun clicking)

(mysterious, intriguing music)

(upbeat rock music)

(mysterious, intriguing music)

(guns clicking)

(light, intriguing music)

(upbeat rock music)

(mysterious, intriguing music)

(upbeat rock music)

(mysterious, intriguing music)

(door lock clicking)

- Freeze.

(Chris grunts)

- Hold it.

Right there, little lady.

- Well.

- Damn, it's you.

- Who is you?

- English major.

- (chuckles) Becky.

Becky Midnite.

- So, Chris Cannon, I never
thought I'd see you again.

- Chris, you know this lady?

- Know her?

Hell, I trained
her in the academy

in Virginia four years ago.

By the looks of it, I
did a pretty good job.

Becky Midnite, Mark Austin.

- It's a pleasure.

Didn't Chris ever
tell you about me?

I, uh, thought we were an item.

- Chris, maybe I should
leave you two alone.

- No, no, look, that's enough
reminiscing, all right.

We've got business
to take care of.

- In your last report
to headquarters,

you said that things were
getting pretty hot down here.

The agency said they'd
send you in some backup.

- Yes, but I didn't
know who or when.

- Well, I guess you know now.

- All right, as
long as you're here,

Mark and I were just about to
go on a very important bust.

Do you have your stuff?

- Give me a couple of minutes,
and I'll be dressed to kill.

- Chris, who the hell is she?

- Just an old friend,
a terrific lady.

She's obviously one
hell of an agent.

Speak in the microphone.

- Did she just plant that on me?

- Nice work, Becky.

(relaxed jazz music)

Becky, are you familiar
with this crossbow?

It's the latest in silent
assault weapons technology.

The tip of this arrow
explodes three seconds

after penetration.

- Reminds me of
an old boyfriend.

(Mark chuckles)

- Look, this is
serious business.

This isn't some sort
of training exercise.

- Yes, sir.

- I've got a plan.

- Radio check.

- I copy.

- Let's move out.

- Roger that.

(adventurous rock music)

(tires squealing)

(men grunting)

- [Rip] Slash, what the
hell's wrong with you?

- Get up, man, what's wrong?

- You like that, huh?

How about this, huh?

(Slash grunting)

You got a lot to learn.

What about a knife?

(Rip and Slash grunting)

Oh, yeah.

(Rip and Slash grunting)

(adventurous rock music)

(Rip and Slash grunting)

- We still got it, Rip.

- All right, good job.

- We got work to do.
- Not bad.

- You know that?
- Let's do it.

- Come on.
- Okay.

You get my gear.

Kid, get me a beer.

(birds chirping)

(sensual horns music)

- Okay, I see them,
and I'm going in.

- Roger that.

(light, jazzy horns music)

- Hey, lady, can't you read?

No trespassing.

- Sorry, boys.

I was just out for a little
drive and somehow I got lost.

- Darling, this is
private property.

You ain't got no
business being out here.

- Awfully hot out here.

(sensual horns music)

(Becky giggles)

- Why don't you go get the
nice lady some ice water.

- Oh, why you always
telling me what to do?

- Just go get the water.

- You better be nice to me,
or I'm gonna tell Uncle Jesse

what you did to that
chicken last night.

- Go get the water now.

(birds chirping)

(sensual horns music)

(imitating chicken squawking)

Don't mind him.

His parents is cousins.

(chuckles)

(light, mysterious music)

- Chris.

- Yes.
- Bingo.

- Let's take 'em in.

- Let's go.

(light, mysterious music)

- What are y'all doing out
here with those big guns?

- Oh, just a little
squirrel huntin'.

- Squirrel huntin', huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- You boys are out of business.

I'm Agent Cannon.

- (laughing) I've
got your cannon.

(gunshots blasting)

(man grunting)

(gunshots blasting)

(Becky grunting)

(adventurous rock music)

(gunshots blasting rapidly)

- Becky, duck!

(gunshot blasting)

Chris!

(gunshot blasting)

- Nice shot, partner.

(man grunting)

Becky, you okay?

- [Becky] I'm fine.

- [Mark] There go the other two.

- Come on, let's get 'em.

- No, no, wait.

(adventurous rock music)

(gunshots blasting)

- Dammit, they're
gonna get away.

(adventurous rock music)

(truck exploding)

(fire smoldering)

- Gotta stop thinking of me
as just another pretty face.

- Let's go, Mark.

- [Mark] Come on, get up!

- On your stomach,

on your stomach.
- Get up.

Put your hands behind your head.

- Up, come on, get up,
let's go, let's go.

Get up.

- Right there, right there.

- Get up, get up,
get outta here.

Let's go, move it, move it.

- Nice shot, Robin Hood.

Let's go, move it.

- All in a day's work.

(car engine humming)

- Don't look now, but
here comes to trouble.

Get down, get down.

- [Slash] (grunting) Okay.

(light, mysterious music)

- Just what in the
hell is going on here?

This place looks
like a war zone.

- Look, we're just
trying to do our job.

- There's nothing in
the agency's regulation

that says you can walk
onto private property

without a warrant and
reenact Desert Storm.

You're not supposed
to make a move

unless you check with me first.

- We take our orders directly
from Washington command.

- We take our orders
from Special Agent Noble.

- I should have known
the famous Agent Noble

was behind this.

You can bet that's
gonna go into my report.

What's the official body count?

- Two dead.

- By the way, just who
in the hell are you?

- Special Agent Becky Midnite

from the Washington
division, sir.

- Well, Miss Midnite,
are you familiar at all

with the agency's regulation
regarding reassignment?

The reassigned agent must
check in with the head

of that particular division.

And the head of that
particular division

just happens to be me.

The two of you guys are
through with this agency.

I'm gonna show that Agent Noble

just who runs the
show down here.

We'll take over from here.

- Get up.

- Have a real nice day.

(light jazz music)

(water lapping)

(Becky sighing)

What a first day.

- You said it.

- That Dickson's a
real son of a bitch.

What's his story?

- We've had to put
up with his crap

ever since he took
over this division.

- This used to be
Agent Noble's beat.

The bust today was a part of
Noble's unfinished business.

Dickson hates us because we
really never recognized him

as division head.

- He ticks me off.

- Our loyalty is still
with Agent Noble.

(relaxed jazz music)

I guess we better check
in with our real boss.

(relaxed jazz music)

(telephone ringing)

- Agent Noble here.

- [Mark] Ava, it's The Three
Musketeers checking in.

- I was just gonna call you.

- I just wanted to let you know

how things went this morning.

- Don't bother, I already know.

Dickson has filed a report

with the chief of
internal affairs.

I've been called
into headquarters

to review the
charges against you.

- How does it look?

- Not good.

Dickson's really caused
problems for us this time.

I'll call you as soon as
I'm out of the meeting.

- [Mark] Okay.

(clock ticking)

(heavy rock music)

(speaking foreign language)

- Okay, that's enough for now.

Go get cleaned up.

I was wondering when you
were gonna have the courage

to show up here.

Someone knocked over my
watermelon stand this morning.

I lost over a hundred kilos
of the world's finest cocaine.

I also lost four of my best men.

Do you happen to know
anything about this?

- Sorry about that,
couldn't be helped.

- Couldn't be helped?

- I didn't know about the
bust until it was too late.

- That shipment had a street
value of over $20 million.

I wonder what your
street value is, Dickson.

Right now, I wouldn't
waste a bullet on you.

- Why don't you
quit your bitching.

Things don't always
go as planned.

Just deal with it, man.

- Deal with it, huh?

You're a real tough
talker, Dickson.

I hope you don't forget
who you're playing with.

- Oh, I know exactly
who I'm playing with.

Some two-bit Bolivian drug
dealer, thinks he's Al Capone.

- Well, if it wasn't for this
stupid Bolivian drug dealer,

you wouldn't be
where you are now.

If you remember correctly,
it was me who gave you

the tips on my competition.

Without me, you would have
never made all those busts.

And you would have never gotten

all those nice
agency promotions.

Let's face it, I made you.

- Maybe.

Mm, but if it wasn't
for my protection,

you'd been busted long ago.

You'd be rottin' in
some federal prison.

- Let me give you a
piece of advice, Dickson.

Never overestimate
your importance

to me and my organization,
that would be foolish.

- And you should never
overestimate my tolerance of you.

That would be bad
for your health.

(Santiago scoffs)

- (chuckling) I never grow
tired of your witty repartee.

- I'm working on gettin'
your two man out of jail.

- What about those three agents

who were the cause of all this?

- I filed a report against
'em with Washington.

They won't bother for a while.

The least they will
get is a suspension.

- The very least I
want is them dead.

- This is the best I
can do for you now.

This is a communication
device used by the agency.

It will allow you to monitor
all the agents' conversations.

At least you'll know
what they're up to.

- That's more than I have
been able to say about you.

- I'll keep in touch.

(deep, somber music)

- I hope things
start going my way.

Really hate that guy.

Where are the girls?

- They're in the
shower, Santiago.

- What's up?

- [Santiago] I am.

- Well, all right.
- All right.

- [Santiago] Yeah.

(woman squealing)

(women laughing)
(upbeat music)

(light, happy music)

- Agent Noble, I'm sorry,
but after going over

this initial report
filed by Agent Dickson,

I have no choice.

I am approving the temporary
suspension of your team.

This goes into
effect immediately.

The suspension will
remain in effect

pending further investigation
into this matter.

Are there any questions?

- No, sir.

- Good, then I will
leave it up to you

to notify the three agents.

Have a good day, Agent Noble.

(light, mellow music)

- Becky.

You look great.

- Ready to check out
that Dallas nightlife

I've heard so much about.

- I know the perfect place.

There's a small little restaurant
right on the edge of town.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- Chris, it's Ava.

I'm afraid I've
got some bad news.

Dickson's done it.

You three are on
temporary suspension.

- Damn.

For how long, Ava?

- Least until an
investigation takes place.

- [Becky] How long
could that take?

- [Ava] Anywhere from
two weeks to two months.

- That Dickson has really
screwed us this time.

- If I can talk to
the right people,

you could be back on
as soon as next week.

- So what do we do until then?

- Well, I do think
it's a good idea

for you to stay outta Dickson's
way for the time being.

Why don't you take
some sort of vacation.

Go camping.

- Camping?

- You know, it has
been a long time

since we've gotten
away from it all.

- Could take dirt
bikes and head out

through Big Pines Forest.

- Yeah, that sounds
like a pretty good idea.

- You can count me out.

The woods are nice and all,

but camping is
not my cup of tea.

- Call me tomorrow and
let me know your plans.

- [Chris] Okay, Ava,
talk to you later.

Let's get going.

(smooth jazz music)

- [Valet] Good
evening, how are you?

(smooth jazz music)

- Becky, you'll love it.

This will give you a chance
to see the surrounding area.

(light piano music)

- I can't believe you
two are trying to talk me

into this camping expedition.

- (chuckles) It'll be fun.

Chris and I used to do
this when we were kids.

- We would go in search
of Quantrell's gold.

- What is Quantrell's gold?

- Quantrell was a Confederate
general during the Civil War.

Legend has it that
some of his men

buried a large amount of
stolen gold in the woods

not too far from here.

- We would look for
it every summer.

- You two, a regular Torn
Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

Well, did you ever
find that treasure?

- No, I'm convinced
it was just a legend.

There is no gold in those woods.

(gentle piano music)

- I know this sounds crazy,

But I think they're
playing our song.

(gentle piano music)

- Would you like
to dance, Becky?

- [Becky] I would love to.

(smooth jazz music)

- Becky, you know when
that light came on today

and I saw that it was you,

I had this sudden
flood of emotions.

- I know, I felt the same way.

- I just hope we can
put our emotions aside

and concentrate on our mission.

- We're both professionals,
I think we can handle it.

(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat rock music)

(heavy rock music)

- I had a bad problem
with the police.

Look, I'm setting up
a second shipment.

Just tell your people they'll
have their money in two weeks.

- We better get our money back.

(heavy rock music)

- Yeah, I think so.

- Where's Santiago?

- He's upstairs.

(heavy rock music)

- We came as soon as
we got outta jail.

- Bandages?

You weren't hurt
too badly, were you?

- I'm all right, I just
sprained my wrist is all.

(groaning)

- I had four well-armed
men out there,

and you could not stop
three little agents.

Hell, one of them was a woman.

- They took us by surprise.

They really knew
what they were doing.

Now that we're out,
we'll make it up to you.

We'll kill those three agents.

- No.

This is gonna call for an
expert in such matters.

I have an acquaintance
out of Houston

who will be arriving
here tonight.

You boys will be able to watch

a real professional in action.

(heavy rock music)

- Hey, baby, baby, it's
really crowded in there.

Why don't you let
me clear you off

some place to sit,
right here on my face.

(moans) Come on.

(man grunting)

- Why, is your nose
bigger than your dick?

(man grunting)

- Whoa.

(Spits)

(door squeaking)

(knocking at door)

- Come in.

Jewel Panther.

You are as beautiful
as you are deadly.

- Santiago, it's
been a long time.

I've missed your charm.

- Is that all you've missed?

- Don't flatter yourself,
you're not that good.

- (chuckling) I see you haven't
lost your sense of humor.

- I hope you didn't
bring me all the way here

just to hear my latest jokes.

- Of course not.

I have a problem with the law.

There are these three agents
who have disrupted my business.

I don't want to be bothered
by them ever again.

Do you catch my meaning?

- Loud and clear.

I take a great deal
of pride in my work,

and those agents won't be a
problem for you any longer.

- Hail, hail, the
gang's all here.

My dear Dickson,
mighty brave of you

showing up here
during business hours.

- I came in the back way.

Who's this?

- Just an associate.

She is here to advise
us on our problem

with your three little friends.

- What do you mean by advise?

She here to kill them?

- Dickson, just what kind of
people do you think we are?

- Santiago, have you thought
about what would happen

if you killed three
of the agency's men?

This place'd be crawling
with investigators.

It would make life
miserable for all of us.

And trust me, you wouldn't
want to make me miserable.

- Again with the tough talk.

I swear, I think
you've been reading

too many detective novels.

- Listen, you grease ball,
I'm more than prepared

to back up my tough talk.

- [Jewel] I'm suffering
from a bad case of PMS.

I wouldn't try my
patience if I were you.

- You're the kind of woman
my mother warned me about.

- As far as the
agents are concerned,

you just leave it up to me.

I'm looking out for
everyone's interests.

- Hm, with a face like that,
how could I not trust you?

- Any information you have on
them would be very helpful.

- I gave you the
communication device.

If you used it, the
agents are bound

to check in with Washington.

You should know all their plans.

- You are so helpful.

(serious music)

- Well, I'd better go
before someone sees me.

Mm, I hope we meet again.

I'll keep in touch.

- Dickson, by the way, if
you ever point a gun at me,

I will take it from you and
shove it up your ass sideways.

That's a promise.

- Bang, bang.

(serious music)

- What's his story?

- Just an agent on the payroll.

He's beginning to
outlive his usefulness.

- I can see why.

(serious music)

- Now let's talk business.

(Chris and Mark chuckling)

- Becky, what the hell is this?

- Just a little protection,
you two brought guns.

- Well, just a couple
of small pistols

in case we see a
snake or something.

- Well, what if we run
into a bear or something?

- (laughing) There are
no bears in these woods.

- Well, if there are, I
intend to be ready for them.

- (chuckles) Okay, you
guys strap down the bags.

I better check in with
Ava before we head out.

(radio beeping)

This is Special
Agent Chris Cannon.

Can you put me through
to Washington please?

(light jazz music)

(radio beeping)

- This is Agent Noble.

- [Chris] Ava, it's Chris.

- [Ava] Where are you?

- We're taking your advice.

- Well, I'm glad to hear it.

- Slash, go get Santiago,
I think we've got 'em.

- We're heading out
through Big Pines Forest,

and we'll probably
follow the Red River

until we get to Turner's Woods.

- Sounds like a plan.

- Okay, we'll keep in touch
with the communicator.

- I have a meeting with
the chief later today.

Hopefully I'll have some
good news next time we talk.

- Great, we'll contact
you this afternoon.

- Be careful.

- Perfect, this is the
perfect opportunity

to take care of those
meddling agents.

They will be out in
the middle of nowhere.

- And when we find them,

we can hunt them down
like small animals,

and no one will be able
to hear their cries

of pain and despair.

This is gonna be fun.

- I like your style.

- You should.

(relaxed rock music)

(birds chirping)

- I cannot believe how
beautiful it is out here.

- Didn't we tell ya?

- It hasn't changed a bit.

Looks just like it
did when we were kids.

- It's so peaceful.

You know, after all the
crime we face in our jobs,

it's like nothing bad could
ever happen to you out here.

It's nice to get away.

(heavy rock music)

- Now, the plan is for
you two to scout for them

in the chopper.

Jewel and I will
take the back roads

in the four wheel drive.

- Yes, sir.

- We will stay in
touch with the radios.

If you spot them, call me.

Don't try to capture
them yourselves.

They will only kill you.

All right?

Let's go.

- Party time.

(upbeat rock music)

- I could really get used
to the great outdoors.

(Chris chuckling)

There's only one
thing missing, though.

- What's that?

- Well, where's the ladies room?

(Mark chuckles)

- Pick a bush, any bush.

- Great, I'll be back.

- Watch out for those bears.

- Very funny.

(tense music)

Careful back in
the woods, Becky,

you might run into a bear.

(tense, suspenseful music)

(Becky screams)

(tense, suspenseful music)

- What?

What's wrong?

- I'm okay, I was just startled.

- By what?

- Under the log.

(Becky breathing heavily)

- Well, that's enough
to startle anyone.

- What's this?

(tense, somber music)

Looks like there's something
wrapped up in an oilcloth.

- [Chris] Some sort of a diary.

- Do you see any dates?

- The last entry is
dated February 20, 1865.

- Can you make
out anything else?

- There's a little map drawn
next to the last entered date.

- What does the entry say?

- Something about a robbery,
burying something, and--

- [Mark] What, what does it say?

- (chuckles) You guys
aren't gonna believe this,

but I think we just
found the treasure map

to Quantrell's gold.

(Becky and Mark laughing)

(helicopter whirring)

(truck engine revving)

(helicopter whirring)

- I don't know how much
longer we can take this road.

- From this map, looks like
we'd make better time by river.

We need a boat.

- This is Santiago, come in.

- Go ahead.

- Any sign of them?

- Nothing yet,
just a lotta woods.

- Well, keep looking.

Also, keep your
eyes out for a boat.

This four-wheel drive
is not cutting it.

- Roger that.

- When do we start
searching for the treasure?

- I don't know, it's
gonna be dark soon.

We need to find a place to camp.

- If I remember correctly,
there should be a hunter's lodge

not too far from here.

I don't know what
kind of shape it's in,

but it's worth a look.

- Great, let's check it out.

I'm gonna check in with
Ava before we head out.

(radio beeping)

Ava, it's Chris.

- Yes, Chris.

- Found the treasure
map to Quantrell's gold.

- Quantrell's gold.

So the plot thickens.

- We're gonna head out
tomorrow and look for it.

- Anyway, I'm gonna be heading
down there later tonight.

I'm gonna try to straighten
out that mess with Dickson.

- [Rip] Santiago, come in.

- [Chris] Great, thanks--

- Go ahead.

- We've found you a boat.

- (chuckles) This is
turning out to be my day.

- [Rip] There's
only one problem.

It belongs to a couple
of park rangers.

- I wonder if we could persuade
them to let us borrow it.

- You didn't bring me along
for just my good looks.

(Santiago chuckling)

(adventurous music)

You wait right here.

You can learn a lot from me.

- Check this out.

Howdy, ma'am.

What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

- I'm just out for a hike.

- Don't look like no
hiker we ever saw.

- This is a nice boat.

- [Ranger On Right] Thanks.

- [Ranger On Left] I'll
get the rest of the stuff.

- Sure looks fast.

- Yes, ma'am, this is the
fastest boat on the river.

- How 'bout that?

Here let me give you
a hand with that.

- Thanks.

(gasping)

(gunshots popping)

- Jesus, lady, what's
wrong with you?

(gunshots popping)

What are you crazy or something?

What the hell do you want?

(flare swishing)

(ranger yelling)

(building exploding)

(upbeat rock music)

- You certainly have a
flare for this line of work.

- Thank you.

(boat engine turning over)

(boat humming)

(birds chirping)

(relaxed pop music)

- Well, it's not
the Ritz, but uh,

least we have a
roof over our head.

- Yeah, this'll be perfect.

- So is there any chance
this place has a bathroom?

- Sure does, even has a shower.

- Aren't I the lucky girl.

(birds chirping)

(helicopter whirring)

- Look!

- Could that be them?

- Look down at that clearing.

It's got to be.

We better radio Santiago.

Santiago, come in.

- Go ahead.

- I think we found the agents.

- Excellent, where are they?

- They're in an old lodge

about a mile into the woods
where the river forks.

- Perfect.

Put the chopper
down at the river.

You and Slash make
your way to the cabin

and watch them for the night.

In the morning, we'll
meet at the chopper,

and together the four of us
will take care of those agents

once and for all, you read me?

- Roger that.

- And then we will
collect the gold.

- It'll be like taking
candy from a baby.

(relaxed jazz music)

- Let's take a closer
look at this diary.

- Why don't you start
at the last entry?

- Okay, February 20, 1865.

"It has been two days since
we raided the Yankee train

"with the shipment
of gold bullion

"the brave army of Confederacy
needs so desperately.

"Sergeant Hanson took a
mini ball in his stomach

"during the raid.

"He is slowing us down.

"He is hurt real bad.

"I don't think that he
can make it much longer.

"We took off all of the
bullion our horses could carry.

"Now the horses are plumb
give out and getting lame.

"It has been two days
since the horses or us

"have had any food.

"We have camped in
a Cottonwood thicket

"about a day's ride
north of the Red River.

"We have seen signs of
Indians at every turn.

"We do not know what
tribes or whether or not

"they are hostile.

"We may have to bury the
gold and make a run for it."

(slow, somber music)

(horse whinnying distantly)

(slow, somber music)

(gunshot blasting)

(slow, somber music)
(birds chirping)

(grunting)

Wow, that's some story.

- Now all we have to do is find
the tree with a knife in it.

- Well, we should get
some sleep and head out

first thing in the morning.

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, you know
how we can get back

in good standing with Santiago?

- How's that?

- When we meet up with
him in the morning,

if the agents are already
dead, we can show him

that we don't need
some flashy bitch

to come in and do
our dirty work.

- I don't know.

I don't know if the two of
us can handle those three.

- (chuckles) Don't
worry, I have a plan.

(insects chirping)

(mysterious music)

- You boys start on breakfast,
I'm gonna go take a shower.

- Robin Hood, you
might need this.

(birds chirping)

(slow, solemn music)

(water splattering)

(relaxed music)

- Here's our chance.

(water splattering)

(cord ripping)

(engine revving)
- Where's she going?

(gunshot blasting)

- Chris, let's go!

(gunshots blasting)

(adventurous rock music)

- Cover yourself,
we're going after him.

- Okay

(adventurous rock music)

(gunshots blasting)

(yelling)

- Damn, what a way to go.

- What a freak thing for this
branch to be here like that.

- Yeah, this is some old tree.

Look!

Up in the tree.

- That's the marking the
diary was talking about.

Quantrell's gold is right here.

- Yeah, and this poor
sap helped us find it.

(Chris and Mark grunting)

- You know, this
guy looks familiar.

- Hey, this is one of the guys

from the drug bust
the other day.

- So what's he doing out here?

- Wait a minute,
he had a partner.

- Becky, let's go.

(tense music)

(Becky gasping)

- Hello, agent lady.

Remember me?

(Becky yells)

(gunshots blasting)

I'm still here.

Don't worry, I just
need a minute to reload.

Hell, this is gonna be fun.

Almost as much fun as you
trying to blow me away

with that little crossbow.

(Becky groaning)

You remember that crossbow?

- You mean this one?

(Slash grunting)

(exploding)

Yes.

- Those idiots, they
can never follow orders.

- I knew those two
would screw things up.

We'd better get over there.

(adventurous rock music)

- Are you okay?

- What happened?

- Finally ran into that bear.

(adventurous rock music)

- Wait a minute, miss, you
can't go in there, miss.

(telephone ringing)

- What the hell you doing here?

- I'm here to find out why
you're busting the chops

of your fellow agents.

- [Dickson] I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

- You don't, huh?

Well, what about having
my three agents suspended

for doing their job?

- Those agents had it coming.

They have a real
problem with authority,

and it seems you do as well.

(radio beeping)

- This is Agent Noble.

- Ava, this is Chris.

A couple of thugs from the drug
bust just tried to kill us.

- What?

- [Chris] You heard me.

I think we've also stumbled
upon the lost gold.

- What gold?

- Shh.

- [Chris] You
better get out here.

- Where are you?

- Well, we're about 15
miles into Turner's Woods,

just north of where
the Red River forks.

- I'm on my way.

- Agent Noble, what's going on?

- My team may be in
trouble, they need me.

But don't worry, I'll be
back to deal with you later.

(serious music)

- When I get my hands on
those two idiots of mine,

if they're not already
dead, I'll kill them myself.

(serious music)

- Look what I found.

- That's perfect.

Let's go for the gold.

(serious music)

(horn honking)

(serious music)

(Ava sighing)

- What are you
doing here, Dickson?

- This is my jurisdiction.

- There's no way in hell
you're coming with me.

- If those agents are in
trouble, it's my business.

- This is no time for a
pissing contest, just get in.

(adventurous rock music)

- Look.

Here are their dirt bike tracks.

We follow these, they'll
lead us right to the agents.

- And possibly to the gold.

(Jewel sighing)

This is going to be sweet.

- Don't spend that gold yet.

Evidently your two boys have
already encountered the agents,

and we've lost the
element of surprise.

- I don't need the element
of surprise, I have you.

(Jewel laughs)

- It's a real shame we
only brought two shovels.

(mysterious music)

(Chris grunting)

- Yeah, that's it.

(Chris and Mark grunting)

- Well, this is it.

- Go ahead, open it, the
suspense is killing me.

- This is all we
dreamed of as kids!

- Yes!

There.

(Mark grunting)

(Chris laughing)

(gunshot blasting)

- My, my, my, it's a
regular party out here.

(gunshots blasting)

- I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

- Trust me, boys, don't
test her patience.

(fly buzzing)

And the other one?

Some people just can't
listen, oh, well.

This is something else you
three will have to pay for.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm the owner of the watermelon
stand you three busted up.

Oh, you have caused
me a lot of problems.

Now you must pay
with your lives.

Mm, look at all that
pretty gold. (chuckling)

Some days, it doesn't pay
to get up in the mornings.

Luckily for me, this is
not one of those days.

What the hell kinda toy is that?

- It's the latest in silent
assault weapons technology.

These arrows explode within
three seconds of contact.

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, I've taken some off
a few dead agents lately.

- You kill federal
agents often do you?

- Eh, it's a living.

- You get off on
it or somethin'?

- Enough of the small talk.

We'll let the three of them
carry the gold back to the boat.

After that, you can take
care of the business.

- With pleasure.

- If you will be so kind
as to carry the gold.

Move!

- You, get the shovels.

We're gonna need 'em.

- Move!

Let's go.

(relaxed jazz music)

- [Ava] I wonder
who that belongs to.

Maybe we should check it out.

- [Dickson] No.

- [Ava] Why not?

- You never know what we
might be walking into.

Let's take our boat down
river and backtrack by land.

- All right, I'll
go along with that.

(relaxed jazz music)

- End of the line, boys.

You can put it down for now.

- Now for the fun part.

- What do you think?

Should we bury them or just
throw their bodies in the river?

- Well, that's a tough decision.

I like to exercise my creativity
when disposing of bodies.

(shovel clanking)
(Becky grunting)

- Don't even think about it.

(Becky and Jewel grunting)

I just love a good cat fight.

(Becky and Jewel grunting)

Those martial arts
skills very impressive,

but let's not forget
who has the gun.

- And I suggest you drop
that gun before I drop you.

- Ava.

- Not a moment too soon.

- Who do we have here?

Agents are coming
out of the woodwork.

- I said drop it.

- Dickson, it was
funny at first,

but the joke is
beginning to wear thin.

- I'm afraid it's you
who better drop it.

- Dickson, you slime.

- Well, this certainly
explains a lot.

- Yeah, old Dickson's been
playing for the other team.

- Yes, Dickson
and I go way back.

He's been a great help
to my organization.

- So, what do we
do with them now?

- Kill them, of course.

- Would you like the honors?

- Killing agents
is not my style.

- Don't have the
stomach for it, huh?

- I have no great
love for those four.

You do what you want with
them, just don't involve me.

- What brought you
out here anyways?

- I'm glad you asked
that, mi amigo.

I just happened to hear a little
something about lost gold.

- [Santiago] Oh, you heard
about the gold, did you?

- You weren't thinking
of keeping it a secret

from me, were you?

- Dickson, as good
of friends as we are?

- [Dickson] Yeah, right.

- I promise you'll
get what you deserve.

- I better.

- Dickson, you're a real fool.

The only thing he
plans on giving you

is a bullet in the
head, think about it.

- She's right, Dickson.

To kill four of the agency's
men and get away with it?

(chuckling) There
can be no loose ends.

You're the one loose end
they can't afford to have.

- Besides, with
you out of the way,

there's more gold for him.

- Shut up or I will kill
all of you right now.

- What about this, Santiago?

You weren't planning
to double cross me?

- Dickson, don't you see
what they're trying to do?

You are not gonna fall
for that old bit are you?

- You know what'd happen
if you tried to screw me?

- Don't threaten me, Dickson,
I won't put up with it.

- I'll blow your stinkin'
greasy head right off.

- Don't push it.

- Now that you have
the Amazon with you,

maybe you think you don't
need me around anymore.

- Well, now that you
mention it, you have become

quite a pain in the ass lately.

(serious music)

(Dickson laughing)

- What are we doing?

Santiago, (laughing)
we're old friends.

We're acting crazy.

- Yeah, we're acting crazy.

- We just need to lighten up.

(gunshot blasting)

(adventurous rock music)

(grunting)

- Oh!
(gunshot blasting)

(adventurous rock music)

- [Chris] Mark, catch.

(gunshots blasting)

- Let's get out of here.

- We gotta make
it to the chopper.

(gunshots blasting)
(adventurous rock music)

- Makin' a run for it.

- Let's get 'em.

(adventurous rock music)

(gunshots blasting)

- Get in, I'm taking off.

Hurry up, get in!
(gunshot popping)

(gunshots blasting)
(adventurous rock music)

(arrow swishing)

(arrow thudding)

- Quick, land the chopper!

Land the chopper!

(chopper exploding)

- All right, Ava.

- Nice shot.

- I'm impressed.

- Not bad for an agency
desk jockey, huh?

Thanks for letting
me use your shower.

- It's the least I
could do for the woman

who saved my life today.

- [Ava] Where are
Chris and Becky?

- They went out
to pick up dinner.

This gives you a
chance to update me

on any new agency procedures.

- Well, I have been
meaning to engage you

in some special training.

(sensual jazz music)

- So what's the agency going
to do with all the gold?

- Hopefully they'll
give us a raise.

- (laughing) Not likely.

No, the commander
was telling Ava

they'll probably put
in a Civil War museum.

- Yes, I understand, thank you.

Well, I just got word
from headquarters.

They've already assigned
Dickson's replacement.

- Great, it's probably
another hard ass.

- Yeah, a real ball breaker.

- He'll probably make
Dickson look like a saint.

- Yeah, (chuckles) so Ava,

do we have any idea who this
new stuffed shirt's gonna be?

- As a matter of fact, I'm
gonna be stuffing that shirt.

And there's gonna be some
big changes around here.

You guys have become
soft and weak.

I mean, what you need
is some special training

from someone who really
knows how to crack the whip.

(Ava laughing)

(all laughing)

- I'll drink to that.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.

(upbeat rock music)

(old-fashioned patriotic music)