All language subtitles for Flashpoint

(thunderclap)

(rain falling)

(thunderclap)

(thunderclap)

(sighs)

(groaning)

(groaning)

Come on,
give me your hand.

I don't think
I'm gonna make it, Bobby.

Come on, Ern, the good Lord
didn't bring you
this far down the road

just to let you die
of a quart of tequila.

He wants you
to hurt a little.

What's Lambasino's
birthday?

(sighs)

Uh...

8-31-42.

Bingo. (laughs)

What have we here?

Dig here up, down,
sideways, partner -
what'll it be?

Look at this.

Remember I told you
about somebody
stealing my buck knife?

Here it is,
son of a bitch.

Lambasino ought
to be arrested.

Come on, Ernie,
get dressed, man.

You don't want Brook
on your ass this early
in the week.

Hey, how do my eyes look?

Like two piss-holes
in the snow.

(Brook) What it comes down to

is that for the past
two years,

Del Amo has had
the piss-poorest record

of any United States
border patrol sector

in the sovereign state
of Texas.

(cheers/whistles)

Quiet!

Frankly, gentlemen,
the attitude of this division

sucks.

It is so bad
that I have been required

to take steps
to ameliorate the situation.

Mr. Lacy has come all the way
from Washington DC

to demonstrate a system,
which he himself has devised.

His invention will prove
a great boon to all of us

in the accomplishment
of our goals.

Somebody get those blinds.

(Mr. Lacy) Basically
it's a scanning system.

This map-like matrix
you're looking at

represents an area
of 40 square miles.

The input is generated

by geo-sensors, small,
electronic modules

implanted in the Earth
at given intervals,

and so sensitive
it'll pick up coins
in a man's pocket.

They haven't got
coins in their pockets.

That's why they're trying
to cross the border.
(laughing)

That's enough, Wyatt.

Any activity in the neighborhood
of the geo-sensors

will generate a signal
on the screen like this.

Here you can observe
an imaginary illegal alien

heading from quadrant C-5
to quadrant C-6.

Well, how do you
regulate the ovulator?

You're pushin' it.

The what?

Well, the ovulator -
I mean, how do you keep it
from malfunctioning?

Send someone up
to fix it, asshole.
(laughing)

(Brook) That's enough. Wyatt.

As I say... (clears throat)

this signal is
artificial, so-to-speak.

The actual geo-sensors
will be buried
throughout your sectors.

You mean we have
to bury those things?

That's right.
(mumbling)

They will then transmit
a signal to this console

whenever an illegal alien
enters the area
where they're buried.

Make sure you set
the scan sensitivity
for two feet and up,

so we don't apprehend
every jackrabbit that
runs across the desert.

Remember, gentlemen,
these geo-sensors

will only detect objects
above the two-foot scan level.

I'm sorry, I've seen
a jackrabbit out there
in sector seven

that's big enough
to stand flat-footed
and fuck a Shetland pony.

(laughing)

Yes, Wyatt.

Uh, I'm just curious,
sir, as to how

these geo-sensors
are going to affect us.

There won't be a need for
so many agents on patrol.

That means considerable
savings for the taxpayer.

Well, what you're trying
to say here is that

once we go out
and bust our asses
planting those things,

that about two-thirds of us
are gonna be out of a job?

Isn't that right?

We tried them sons
of bitches in 'Nam.
That's right.

It didn't work then.
It ain't gonna work now.

Quiet down. It's working
in other sectors.

Del Amo is next.
Take those blinds up.

Can I just get something
straight in my head here?

No, you can't, Wyatt.
(sighs)

I'd like to ask the man
one question, sir, please

Let me just get it straight

that the one-third of us left
that you don't fire
Wyatt...

are going to be sitting
in some room

watching some machine that's
watching some other machine.

I mean, I didn't personally
join the border patrol
to watch television, sir.

I mean, why didn't
anybody ask us about this?
Shut up!

How come we
weren't informed?
Shut up, goddamn it!

(Bobby) Excuse me, sir.

What Ernie's trying to say is
we should've been asked.

We didn't sign on
with the border patrol here

to mess with computers
and radar screens.

A lot of us in the room here
turned down promotions,

because we didn't
want desk jobs.

And I think it's important
you know what we want,

because the way it sounds is

we don't have any choice
in the matter.

You think I'm going
to ask you for a vote?

This is a bureau decision.

And you're right.

You don't have
any choice in the matter.

Oh, come on, man, you know
he'd sell us out yesterday

to score points with Washington.

Take it easy, Ern.
Don't take everything
so damn serious.

(whistling)
Seriously?
Jesus Christ, Bobby...

(tires screech)
Hey, Lambasino,
do me a favor.

Do not fuck
with me today, huh?

I was just funnin',
Ernie.
Got any sign?

Yeah, we spotted
some tire tracks
out by the Paseo turn-off.

Figured we'd let you boys
in the day shift
check 'em out.

Colder than witch's
titty out there.
You pissed off by something?

I told you
to drop it, goofball.
Who you calling "goofball"?

You, cowboy. Your locker
looks like a drugstore.

Why don't y'all
just back off?

We skim a little off the top
from time to time,
just like everybody else.

Yeah, we turn it in, you think
Brook's gonna send it on
to central office?

That son of a bitch has
furnished his house
with stuff we've turned in.

Yeah, it ain't exactly
like stealing, Bob.

What about my knife?

What knife?
His knife.

That was his knife?

Well, it was laying around
an awful long time, Bob.

You ain't sore, are ya?

Fuck off.

(engine roars)
(laughing)

In the meantime,
either clean out your locker

or change your birthday.
Be a good old boy, Bob.

What's in the box?
Ask Brook.
Big surprise.

(Agent on the radio)
Unit 12 on the way to motor.

You gonna make it?

Man, I can't believe
we're gonna be dumped
for some goddamn computer.

I mean, once we plant
them things, what's going
to happen to us, Bobby?

I never seen a computer
can track a man 40 miles.

You know, I mean, you're OK.
You got a great education.

You can get another job.
I mean, I got two options:

Either I lose my job,
or I'm going to spend my life...

Unit two.
You there, Logan?
...in some goddamn basement...

...looking at blips
on some goddamn TV!

You shut up!
Logan, are you there?

Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

Yes, sir, we're just leavin'.
We got a call from
the sheriff's office

There's report of a plane
putting down on Alejanza.

Check it out.
Affirmative,
unit two clear.

Let's go check out those
tire tracks Lambasino found.

(sighs)

Tell me about it, Ern.

You know... sometimes
I get the feeling

that this shit
really doesn't bother you.

I don't like it
any better than you.

I got a longer fuse, is all.

You show me a ticket outta here,
and I'll take it.

But like my daddy said,
if you can't get out of it,
get into it.

I thought your daddy said,
"If you can't fix it,
fuck it."

He said that, too.

(birds and crickets chirping)

What do you think?
(Bobby) Beats the shit
out of me.

Just tire tracks.
No footprints.

Either they flew away
or they're still inside.

Illegals?

You want me to call in a 2-8,
see if it's stolen?

Brook thinks we're
up in Alejanza.
Let's check it out.

(deep breathing)

(screams)
No, it's all right.

It's OK.
We're here to help you.

You scared
the shit outta us.
I'm awful sorry, ma'am,

but, you know, we're just--
It's about time the couple
of you got here.

We could've died out here
like this.

It's lucky we came along at all.
You could look at it that way.

Yeah, well, now you're here,
now what are you gonna do?

Sell us tickets
to the policemen's ball?

We're with the border patrol,
ma'am. We don't have any balls.

(laughing)

Howdy.
Hi.

What are y'all
doin' out here?

Well, what's it look like?
The goddamn car crapped out.

You mind if I, uh...

if I take a look at your IDs?

Well, if you look any harder,
your eyes'll wear out.

Look, we're on the level,
honest.

I mean, we worked
the late shift last night.

We're phone operators over
at the telephone company
in San Antonio.

And we were trying to take
the shortcut to Durbin.

I grew up in Durbin,
but, uh... we got lost.

(laughs)

Then the goddamn car...
Car crapped out.

Yeah, that's what
you just said.

Can you fix it?

I'll see what I can do.

You'll see what you can do?

(sighs)

Well, you wanna keep 'em
or let 'em go?

Are you kidding?
What's the problem?

Well, fan belt's gone.

The fan belt's gone.
And the water pump's
shot.

And the water pump's shot.

(Ernie) Well, listen we can
get 'em as far as Del Amo,

but what are we gonna
do about it then?

I'll slip Jim a fiver
at the gas station,

make sure they don't get
any replacement parts
until tomorrow.

(Bobby) Which one you want?
The mean one.

You're a sick man.
You bet.

You gonna go
spin the story?

No, you're
the mechanical genius -
go spin 'em the story.

Well we'll call a tow truck
to come take this
into the gas station,

but it probably won't
be ready until tomorrow.

So I'll drop you ladies off
at a good motel.

Well, anything you can do,
we'd appreciate it.

Oh, crap, I'm starved.
You guys got anything to eat?

(tires screech)
Watch it.

Excuse me.

Let me give you a hand.

Come on, Doris.

(Brook) Del Amo calling
units two and three.

Do you copy?
Logan! Wyatt!

Units two and three,
check in, goddamn it.

Logan, Wyatt!

Will you leave me alone?
You leave me alone!

There's 40 other guys
out here!

Why don't you call
one of them?

You'd think you'd want me
to get this finished.

I mean, as soon
as I finish this,

I'm out of a job!

Wouldn't that make you happy?

(sighs)

Wyatt here... moron.

(Brook) where the hell
are you, unit three?

Where have you been?

Sector seven, sir,
near the Paseo wash.

Logan there, too?

Do you copy, Wyatt?

Say again, sir?

Is Logan with you?

Negative. Uh, he headed
up toward Alejanza, sir,

to check out that plane
that was reported
by the sheriff's department.

Highway patrol just phoned in
a code three from Doscados.

Get your ass over there,
and cover it.

Del Amo, unit two, over.

(man on radio)
Hold on, unit two.

(Brook) Yeah, Logan.

Got a position on Wyatt, sir?

You pick up any sign
of that plane?

Say again?
Airplane, Logan.

The one Wyatt told me
you'd gone to check out.

Uh, yes, sir, right.
Up on the Alejanza mesa.

No question about it.
All right.

Friday you and Wyatt
pull the night shift.

You can stake it out.
That's the day
after tomorrow, sir.

You know where the plane
puts down, don't you?
Yeah, sure, absolutely.

Where you say
you sent Ernie?
Doscados, got a code three.

That doesn't give us
much lead time.

Del Amo calling units two
and three. Do you copy?

Unit two.

(breathing deeply)

(people chattering/
siren wailing)

(man) Well, you're not gonna
have any more problems.

There's no gas out
to the left over there.

All we have to is,
once they clear up
all the mess over there,

fix and knock out the fire.

I figure we're lookin'
at about an hour
before the street's clear.

Well, if I can be of help,
just let me know.

(siren wailing)

How ya doin'?
Hey.

What happened?
The driver of the water tanker

said the van run right
through the stop sign.

Said he saw him comin'.
He was comin' pretty fast.

He figured he'd stop
at the intersection,

but he just hit him broadside

and bowled the damn thing
right over.

Driver of the water tanker's
in the hospital,

and the van driver's dead.

How many were in the van?

21, all total.

Eight dead,
five bodies been removed,

three still in there,
13 various injuries.

Do we know
who it belonged to?

Fellow over there
by the Lincoln. Pedroza.

(grunting)

(siren wailing)

You understand, Sheriff Wells,
that my client

is under no obligation
whatsoever to answer your
questions at this time.

That fact, Mr. Henshaw,
is one of the greater
sorrows of the state of Texas.

But since this here van
is your client's property,

I'm gonna question him anyway.

Look, the van is mine,

but if you will
check the records,

you will see that I reported it
stolen from my ranch
several days ago.

No doubt the man
behind the wheel
was the one who stole it.

It is him you
should be questioning.

As the Lord would have it,
as you damn well know,
Mr. Pedroza,

the driver of that van
is dead.

How unfortunate
for justice, se�or.

You always drive around
with your lawyer?

That question's
irrelevant, sheriff.

And I'd be careful not
to intimate anything
that you can't prove.

Mr. Pedroza is
a respected man
in this community.

Mr. Pedroza is a--
Mr. Pedroza is scum.

That remark is
noted, Officer...

Wyatt, Ernest Wyatt.
Wyatt.

W-y-a-t-t.

Be cautious, my friend.

Don't you ever call me
your friend.

You stand here,
lying to our faces

with that white
piece-of-shit lawyer
in your pocket,

while they pull your people
outta here in plastic bags?
Careful, son.

Now, that van was
no more stolen

than that school bus
was stolen last month.

You pick up wetbacks
in Chihuahua

and you pack 'em
in anything on wheels.

You promise them freedom
and you sell them death.

You are a fucking assassin.
You are a fucking butcher!

Your own people!
You got a dirty mouth, kid.

Come on.
You got a dirty job.

Come on, come on.
Come on.

You OK?

(sighs)
Man, I-I've had it.

That scumbag, Pedroza...

Brook and his little
radar boxes...

I don't know.
Maybe Brook was right.

Maybe we don't have
any choice in the matter.

What the hell
happened to you?

We got a choice.

Remember that ticket outta here
we were talking about
this morning?

I found it.

It looks like he drove it
straight into the wash

and probably slammed
into the wall over here

and the bank caved in on him.

And then there was
more rain and more mud.

Covered him up for a while.

The light switch is on.
He was traveling at night.

Is that wiper switch on?
Yeah.

Gear shift's in third.

(sighs) I tell ya somethin'.

He was making good time
for desert driving

at night in the rain.

Open it.

(Ernie gasps)
$800,000.

Looks like it came
straight from some bank.

Well, what if it did?
So what?

I mean, if this guy
pulled off some heist,

he's gotta be
long-forgotten now.

Nah, this stuff's
gotta be phony.

Bullshit, we'll keep these,
run some check on 'em,

but they're good, Ernie.
I can smell it.

What the hell you doin'?

I'm gonna find out
who this guy was.

A: he's a bag man
from the mob who decided
to go independent;

or B: he's a pusher
who just paid off
for a dope shipment.

No respectable civilian's gonna
be driving around the desert

with all that cash.

Piece of paper
with some phone numbers.

Texas driver's license.

"Michael... J. Curtis;

"1113 Blithe Street,
Apartment D,

"San Antonio, Texas;

"Caucasian, brown hair,
brown eyes;

issued '62; expires '66."

You check the plates?

Yeah, Texas,
"M-S star 6-4-7-4," 1963.

I'll have the sheriff's office
run a check on it.

(shovel scrapes)

(shovel thuds and scrapes)

Somethin' else in here.

Can you gimme a hand with this?

Rods, reels, a rifle...
hunting and fishing shit.

Well, what do you think?

It's just not right
to take it.
What's not right?

As far as the rest
of the world's concerned,

this money's gone...
for 20 years.

Shit, Ernie, an hour ago,
you were so hot

about the Brooks and Pedrozas,
you were ready to walk.

Now we got a ticket
outta here, first class,

and you're worrying about
whether it's right or not?

It's only money, man.

Come on, I'll tell you
what we'll do.

We'll cover this up.
We'll camouflage the jeep.

We'll cover up our tracks

and stash these cases
at the coffin place.

And we'll check out
the money,

and if it's OK...

then we'll split it in half
and get outta here.

I don't know.

I gotta think about it.

You're the only man I know

who'd screw up
his own wet dream.

(engines roaring)

(hinge creaks)

(metal case thuds)

I never thought these things
would come in handy.

(� country music)

In the right corner.

See, I think we could
make magic together.

We're gonna--
Wait, where you goin'?

What's your name, darlin'?

That's a pretty name.

Bobby Joe.

We're goin' from El Paso
to San Antonio,

about 582 miles
on the hottest highway

this side of hell.

Old Jim there, he says,
"I guess I'll get me a tan.

This is not-- You told me you
weren't gonna tell that story.

Oh, no, I'm gonna tell it.
No, no.

Come on.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I got a clean one.

This guy's drivin' along
in his car.

And he's just drivin' along,
and all of the sudden

this cop pulls him over.

And the cop says,
"What are you doin'?"

And the guy says,
"What? What do you mean,
what am I doing?"

He says, "What's that
in the back of your car?"

And the guy says, "What?"
He turns around.

The back of the car is filled
with all these little penguins.

He says, "You can't do that."
He says, ,"What are they
doing there?"

He says, "They're with me."
He says, "You can't have
'em there."

He says, "I want you to take
those penguins directly
to the zoo right now."

The guy says, "What, now?"

He says, "Yeah."
He says, "Right now.
Take them to the zoo."

Guy says,
"OK, all right."

He drives off. The next day,
the cop's directing traffic.

You know, the car pulls up.
He sees it coming again.

He looks in the car,
and he says,
"You, pull over! Pull over!

The guy says, "What!"

He says, "What did
I tell you yesterday?"

He says, "What are
you talking about?"

He says, "I told you about...
You can't have those things."

He says, "What things?"
He says, "Look in the back."

He looks in the back.

"I thought I told you to take
those penguins to the zoo."

The guy says,
"I did. We had a ball.

Today we're gonna
go to the beach."

Is it always like this?
Like what?

Well, I mean,
do you come here a lot?

You mean you're not having
the best time of your life?

Is this as good as it gets?

No, sometimes Ernie pukes.

(sighs)

Yeah, Ernie's different.

He's about 15 years younger,
for openers.

He still believes in God
and country and his job,

his duty... the Raiders.

But he's got a lot of integrity.

He's a real straight arrow.

They don't make 'em
like that anymore.

He's the best man in the unit.

And you?

I can sight a rifle
pretty good,

and I direct traffic
if I need to,

but I haven't got
what Ernie's got.

Which is?

Which is the brave,
young notion

that you can still do
something about it.

But if you don't
believe that,

then why are you still
with the border patrol?

I like it.

I like the freedom of it.

I like the fact
that Del Amo's so far

from anything important
that nobody messes with us.

That sector me and Ernie
work is so undesirable,

nobody messes with us
there, either.

They bend rules
to keep us happy.

(sighs)

But it's nice just being
out there in the desert.

It's beautiful.

And I like the thrill
of the chase.

(Bobby) 2-0-2
is a DC area code.

The other's probably
San Antonio, but they're
both disconnected.

No cards, no social security,
nothing.

If the guy was a crook,
you'd figure he'd have
more ID than this

even if it was phony,
wouldn't he?

Weird.

Well, anyway, even if somebody
stumbled on that jeep,

there's no way they could
trace that money here
to you and me.

Yeah, but we can trace it.

We got his license,
San Antonio address.

OK, we'll go
to San Antonio tomorrow.

You check out the address.
I'll check out the money.

Wait a minute.

Those two girls work
for the phone company, right?

Well, why don't you ask
your girl to go and check out
those two numbers for us?

Why don't you ask Doris?
Who?

Doris, the mean one.

No, I couldn't do that.

She's all worn out.
(laughs)

You fuck.

I don't know. Shit.

You think maybe we oughta
tell the sheriff about this?

Is that what you wanna do?

This is serious, Bobby.

$800,00 is serious.

(tires screech)
Hey, what're ya doin'?

Can I help you?

Yeah, maybe you can tell me
something about this bill.

I won it in a poker game
the other night,

and I noticed it said
"silver certificate"

up there on top where it usually
says "federal reserve note."

Thought maybe it was a phony.

Whose backyard
did this come from?

There's nothing phony
about a silver certificate

as long as it's printed
by the US of A.

You don't see 'em anymore,
is all.

The government stopped
issuing 'em in '62.

Now let's see.

Good background, nice lacing
behind the numbers,

good paper,
"Smith Dylan" signature...

Yup.
It's good?

Sure is.
Well, what about this one?

Federal reserve note,
'63, green seal series,

"Dylan Granahan" signature...

OK, makes it a Dallas bill.

It's as good
as they make 'em.
You're sure?

If I didn't know the difference
between a good bill
and a bad bill,

I probably wouldn't have
lasted long in this business,
now, would I?

Thank you.
I appreciate it.
Come again.

What'd I tell ya?
Satisfied?

That stuff's
gotta be stolen.

That guy in the jeep
probably knocked off
a Dallas bank.

So what?

I swear to God, man,
you act like an old woman.

"Well, I don't know.
It might not be right."

Well, it might
not be right.

At least not for me.

Look, I didn't ask you
to bring me in on this
in the first place.

Is that it?
It's OK for me then?

OK, I'll tell you
what we'll do.

Let's go back,
dig up all the money,

and you can turn it
in to Brook.

And he might not
even punish ya.

Look, I'm willing
to take the money.

I am.
Oh, that's so big
of you, Ernie.

I wanna take it
as long as we prove

that we got as much right
to it as anybody.

Now, look,
the guy in there said that

they stopped making the silver
certificate in 1962.

The federal reserve note
was issued in 1963,

the same year
as the plates on the jeep.

Now, what if we went
to the library

and we just checked out
to see if there was

any kind of a robbery
or heist pulled off
in that year?

Anyway, I still gotta
check out the address
on that guy's license.

Well, since you're
not gonna find his house,

just drop me off
at the library.

Pick me up
when you're finished.

(Ernie) Any luck?

A couple $75,000
armed robberies,

some mail fraud.
How about you?

That house doesn't
even exist anymore.

Tore everything down years ago
to make a parking lot.

So then I checked
Motor Vehicles,

and their records
only go back for ten years.

So e are back at point A.

Well, let's get out of here.
I've had enough of this place
for a day.

Can we take
the money now?
You said 24 hours.

We still haven't heard
from Ellen yet.

We gotta see if they traced
those two phone numbers.

Aw, crap.
Shh.

The plane.
What plane?

The air strip
I was checking out
in Alejanza yesterday.

No, no, that's just a lot of
horse shit I told Brook.

No, it ain't.
We're staking it out
tomorrow.

Well, who found it?
I found it.

You told Brook
you found it?
What was I gonna do?

Tell him I was taking
the girls to a motel?

I told him I found it
when I went lookin'.

Tomorrow morning he's
gonna wanna know where
the son of a bitch is.

There goes our day off.

Come on in.

Sheriff Wells, Agent Logan.

Yeah, met you
at Doscados.

Hi. Ernie Wyatt.
Good to see
you again.

You any kin to Matt Logan?

He's my daddy.

Son of a bitch.
(laughs)

Let me show you
something here.

Top row, third
from the right.

That's me. Who's that
standing next to me?

That's my old man.

Yeah. Y'all sit down.

Yeah, them is
Texas Rangers, boy.

Me and your dad
and all the rest.

We was the best there was.

They call it the Department
of Public Safety now.

(chuckles)

What do you say
to a shot of sour mash?

(Bobby) Uh, we got...

a report about a plane
setting down
over on Alejanza Mesa.

It's about 30 miles
east of here.

Hell, boy, don't you think
I know where it is?

I know this territory
better than anybody
except God.

And sometimes
I wonder about Him.

Here you go.
Thank you.

(telephone rings)
Yeah.

We've had reports about
a plane landing on Alejanza.

Comes in pretty regular.

This old desert rat over there--
"Amarillo" they call him.

He's seen it.
He calls in to complain.

He says it spooks his mule.

Here's your dad.
God bless his soul.

To better days.

(dog barking)

(donkey brays)

Amarillo?

Who's askin'?

This here is Agent Wyatt;
I'm Agent Logan--

Border patrol. Just come up
from Sheriff Wells' place.

He says you reported
a plane setting down
on Alejanza Mesa over there.

So?

You can put up
that old Sharps.

It's the folks in the plane
we're interested in.

Have you actually seen
the plane set down
on the mesa, sir?

No.

But it lands
there regular.
Tuesdays and Fridays.

Well, how do you know
it lands on Tuesdays
and Fridays

if you've never really
seen it set down, sir?

(donkey brays)

There's a seismic fault;
runs across the top
of that mesa...

running west-by-northwest,
cutting it in two.

This side's
the brush-covered.

The other side is flat
and clear for about 225 yards.

At 5:00 a Cessna 175
comes in 60 knots,

just short of stalling speed,
throttle cut back, flaps down,

rudder working hard
into the wind.

How'd I know
it was a 175 Cessna?

How'd I put it
all together?

I pissed away
40 years of my life

as an aeronautical engineer
for a company called Conveyer,
that's how.

Did you ever hear
of Conveyer, son?

Yes, sir.

Thing spooks my mule.

Don't be surprised
if we show up
here tomorrow afternoon

with some boys
to stake it out.

Our guess is they're flyin'
in dope from down south.

We're much obliged
to ya.

You boys better
step on it.

Get off the desert,
on the blacktop.

Why's that?

Gonna rain.

Crazy old fart.

I heard that.

(thunder)

What's the problem?

Nothing adds up--
no leads on the money,

the phone numbers,
the license.

I feel like we oughta get
outta here, man, right now.

This is a beautiful
bust-'em-up, Bobby.

OK, what if we make the bust,

and as soon as we done that,
we clean out our lockers,

pick up the money,
and get outta here.

Hey, Bobby.
Hi, Bobby.

Substantial impact
on my budget.

Mornin', sir.

Wyatt and I are set
to stake out Alejanza.

Logan, Wyatt,
I'd like you to meet...

Inspector Carson,
Inspector Hawthorne,
Inspector Strunk.

Now, these gentlemen
will be handling
the plane, Logan.

It'll be their collar.

You and Wyatt will take orders
from inspector Carson here.

I want a briefing
on that airstrip, Logan.

Why'd you call them?
This is our bust.

It's not a matter of
who gets credit, Logan;
it's of efficiency.

We do our best work
when we interface with
our sister agencies.

Besides, Washington
likes to get involved
in these matters.

And this department
owes Washington

all the favors
it can turn its way.

Don't you agree?

I've just been demonstrating
our new scanner here.

Inspector Carson
was very impressed
by the transmitters

that you installed
out in section seven.

Good work, Wyatt.

We're staying at the
Highland Tower Motel,
room 103.

There's a meeting
at 9:30, sharp.

By then, I'll, uh...
I'll want that briefing, Logan.

You boys want
a minute to uniform?

Yeah. Yeah, we do.

Let me demonstrate something
to you gentlemen here.

(radio chatter)

So, Brook's men will lead us
in two platoons:

one group from the west
to establish a perimeter

along this portion of the mesa;

the second from the east to
secure this quadrant here.

Agent Wyatt will lead
the east group.

Agent Logan and myself
will bring in the group
from the west.

(toilet flushes)

Get all this, Wyatt?

Each of you will be
issued walkie-talkies.

We'll operate
on the number two band.

Our three vehicles
and your jeeps

will be in concealment
at the bottom of the mesa,

here, here, and here.

Where you gonna hide
the Ferris wheel, coach?

You find this a circus, Wyatt?

What he's saying is,
out there in the desert,
anything that's man-made

or has a regular outline
is gonna stick out
like a sore thumb

especially from the air.

With five vehicles out there,

you stand a good chance
of blowin' your whole bust.

So what's your MO, Logan?

Well, you really just need
half a dozen men
to stake out that runway.

Split 'em up, hit the plane
from both sides at the same time

as soon as it touches down.

I don't care about the plane.
I want the pickup vehicle.

He'll lead us to
a warehouse full of drugs.

That's just one warehouse.

If you nail the plane,
you're a step closer
to the source.

Or you could let the
transaction take place,
let the vehicle get away,

nail the plane
and follow the vehicle
to the warehouse,

and you have your warehouse
full of drugs and the source,
if you're lucky.

OK, Logan.

We'll try it your way.

Stuart, all clear.

Logan, Robert E.;

born 6-8-41;

graduated Westpoint 1963;

'Nam, green beret hero;

three silver stars;

recommendation
for the medal of honor;

had the world
by the tail at 24.

And then all of a sudden, poof--

he ups and quits.

No record of him till '72.

And what's he doin' now?

Sweatin' his nuts off
in the desert,
driving a jeep,

saying "yes, sir"
to assholes like Brook,

who five years earlier,
would've been polishing
his shoes.

What's with you, Logan?

Why the hell you wasting
your life out here in the tules?

I like the peace and quiet.

Bullshit.
You copped out. Why?

You don't actually believe
you're doing something
worthwhile down here, do you?

Hell, when Nixon
was president

they found a wetback working
for him in San Clemente.

Fuckin' president
had a greaseball
cookin' him dinner.

Made all the papers.

Anybody care?
Hell, no.

I just do my job, Carson.

No, you ran away.
Admit it.

You were afraid you
might become a big shot.

No, I was afraid I might
get just like you.

You're hiding out here to
get away from the pressure.

It's not the pressure, man.
It's the politics.

Oh, come on. Politics?

This whole fuckin'
nation is politics.

You work for the border patrol,

a division
of the immigration bureau,

which answers
to the department of justice,

which is directly responsible
to the congress
of these United States.

Now, you don't think
that's political?

You think you've beaten
the political system,

because you're hiding out
at the bottom of it.

I don't work for the system.
I work for the law.

Aw, Christ.

You work for the same law
that pays all our salaries,

the law of supply and demand.

Think about it, whiz kid.

Your fuckin' job depends
on those wetbacks,

and if we didn't have 'em,
we'd invent 'em.

Otherwise how would
your department justify

the millions it gets
from congress each year?

It's the American way, pal,

supply and demand,

and when the supply
is lacking, create it.

Shyeah--

every morning I get up,
I thank God

for drugs and murder
and subversion,

because without them,

we'd all be out of a job.

Who are you?

You're not some fed who's
down here for a drug bust.

What are you
really doin' here?

I'm a fixer, Logan.
I fix things.

Yeah? What kinda things?

Whatever needs fixin'.

(Ernie on walkie-talkie)
We got visual contact
with a van

approaching the top
of the mesa.

Copy, Ern, we're all set.

(airplane approaches)

Here he comes.

Get ready to move.

Get ready, Bobby.

I'm goin' in.

Let's go!

Stop it! Stop the plane!

(grunt)

Jump, Ernie!

Ernie! Goddamn it!

(Inspector Carson)
What the fuck happened.
Why didn't he jump?

You tipped 'em off!

You wanted to let 'em get away,
you son of a bitch!

Is that why you're here?
And you killed Ernie,
goddamn you!

I was shooting
at the plane, Logan.

These are my witnesses.

Where are your
witnesses, asshole?

(door slams)

I knew that son of a bitch
wasn't here to make a drug bust.

You don't send a fixer
in a blue suit
all the way down here

from Washington
to collar a goddamn pusher.

You send him here
to protect the source.

There's somebody back there
protecting the goddamn money.

Well, screw 'em.

Tomorrow we get the cash
and split for Mexico.

What is this?

It's tea.
(knock at door)

Who is it?

It's us, Ellen and Doris.

Hey.
Hi.

Hi. We went by where you work,

and they said you'd either
be here or at the hospital.

You OK?

Oh, yeah, it's a little cold
or something.

I hope it's OK, us just
droppin' by like this.

Sure, hey, it's lucky
you caught us.

Uh, we're gonna be
leavin' tomorrow.

They told us we gotta take
our vacation now or never.

Want a beer?
Sure.

Um, where you goin'?

Mexico.
Ernie, aren't you gonna
offer me a drink?

Oh, yeah. Make that two,
will you, Bobby.

(Doris) We traced them two
numbers you gave Ellen

and left a note where you work.

What?

Them two numbers--
we traced 'em,

and one of belongs
to a guy named Beck
from Washington DC.

And the other one used to be
the Dallas police department

about 20 years ago.

You left that information
with someone at headquarters?

(Ellen) Uh-huh, that friend
of yours.

We met him in the bar
the other night.
What's his name?

Lambasino?
Yeah, that's the one.

We gave him the note.
He said he'd give
it to you tomorrow.

We would've brought it by here.
We really didn't know
if you'd be home.

I tried to call you
last night,

and when I couldn't get
an answer, I got worried,

so we went down
to headquarters.

Your boss said you were
on some kind of mission?

Sure were folks crammed in
where you work.

Lamburgina was
real happy for ya.

He said some federal guys
found a farmhouse chocked full
of cocaine and stuff.

Yeah, while we were there,
they even brought in a body.

Well, a skeleton's
all he was.
Skeleton?

(Doris) Yeah, I never saw so
many people upset all at once.

That's when they told us to
get out fannies out of there.

Can I use your powder room?
Yeah, sure.

Hey, I gotta talk
to Ernie about somethin'.
I'll be right back.

OK.

We're in deep shit, man.

Nobody knows where
those numbers came from.

(door creaks)

(sighs)

I wish I could explain this
to ya, but I can't.

Somethin's goin' on,

and Ernie and I have
to get away from here.

Are you in some
kinda trouble?

I can't tell ya
anything more.

I don't wanna
get ya involved.

Are you really
goin' to Mexico?

Yeah.

Look, uh...

I wouldn't be
a lot of trouble,

and I speak
a little bit of Spanish.

Hey, you hardly know me.
I know how I feel.

Listen, I like you a lot.

I mean it,

but I can't take
you with me now.

Will you at least
let me know you're OK?

Yeah.

(crickets chirping)

(gravel rustling)

(man) We want what you
took from the jeep.

Eh?

The jeep in the Merino wash.
You reported it, didn't you?

What if I did?
I didn't take anything.

There was nothing
there to take.

Who the hell are you?
(gun fires)

Hey, Max, Lambasino
leave a note for us?

It's probably
on the board.

No, it's not.
We already checked.

So, what's the story
with that skeleton
they brought in?

Who knows?
Carson's handling it.

Nobody's sayin' nothin'.
Logan, Wyatt.

I'm leaving the unit, boys.

The powers that be
have transferred me
to administration.

I'll be working
in Washington.

Congratulations.

Who's the new CO
gonna be, sir?

Well, Washington promises
a decision on that
within the month.

In the meantime,
Inspector Carson here will
be acting as interim chief.

I guess that's
the old American way,
isn't it, pal?

You learn fast, Logan.

You seen Lambasino
or Roget?

Nope, must not have
checked in yet.

Probably down
at Merino wash watchi''
what's goin' on.

What's goin' on
down at Merino wash?

You don't know?

Shit, go check it out.
It's a sight.

(machinery humming)

Real easy, guys.
Over to your left.

Now, towards me.

Hold over. OK.

This is Strom.
She's on a flatbed now.

(shovels scraping)

Nobody's allowed
past this point.

Oh, really?
Orders, sir.

Oh, come on, man. We're all
on the same side here.

Now, I'm Agent Wyatt.
This is Agent Logan.

I can see
you're border patrol,

but I still can't let
you through, sorry.

What is it? Some kind
of military secret?

I don't know. Guess so.

(whispers) You got any idea
what your buddies are lookin'
for back there?

Well, you'll have to ask
the men in charge.

They don't look
like the kinda guys

I wanna be askin'
a bunch of questions.

Thank you.

Those guys in the suits,
they're Carson's men.

Yeah.

Hey, look at this.

A man leading a horse.

Or a mule.

(Ernie) Thought we would've
heard about this.

Somebody would've seen it
or reported it.

Look at this. Here and here.

Two men, street shoes.

And this here.

These tracks look familiar?

Standard 18 by 40s,
heavy duty, no offset,

probably a jeep.

Lambasino and Roget?

City vehicle,
two-inch offset,

front ends out
of alignment.

Well, what now?

Check the entire state
for every car
that needs a front end job?

Looks like Lambasino
and Roget took off
after 'em.

Without reporting this?

Bobby, I rode
all the way here
with my radio on.

Nothing.

What is it about that jeep

that Carson's got the entire
fifth army out there?

How come the guy
that was driving

didn't have anything
on him but a license?

Where did he get
all that money?

How come the only guy
that reported it
is lying there dead?

Why didn't Lambasino
and Roget call this in?

Where's the city car?

Looks like it's
already come and gone.

(rope creaks)

(man on radio) ...overturned
vehicle on Highway 51.

Please assist the state police.

Uh, unit 10,
come on in, unit 10.

(radio) Uh, unit 12, unit 12
please assist unit 5.

You two found the tracks
heading here. Am I correct?

It was a city car,
front end's out of alignment.

Picked it up at an
old desert rat's place,
about ten miles from here.

He was killed, and his place
had been burned.

Lambasino and Roget
had been there.

They followed the city car.

We picked up
both sets of tracks
and they led us here.

So, that's your story, huh?

What do you mean "story"?

You had no idea what they
were up to. Am I right?

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you have any idea
what they were up to?

What who was up to, Logan?

Del Amo, this is special
unit one. Come in, please.

Hawthorne here. I copy.

I'm at the scene,

and there are no problems.

Yeah, I copy.

We've got an informant's
word here

that a Mr. Pedroza is sending
up a truckload of wetbacks.

Supposed to cross the border
in the vicinity
of Balancing Rock,

and we have a sighting
of an unidentified car

located somewhere
near a place called
Soledad Mountain.

Good, that'll give
these two something to do.

Well, you heard
the man, hotshot.

Get your ass in gear.

(radio chatter)

You check out that car.
Pedroza's mine.

I'll meet you at Soledad
in two hours.

Let's get outta here.
Let's go get the money
and split.

No, sir, not while
I've got a chance
to steam out Pedroza.

To hell with Pedroza
and to hell with the car.

Goddamn it,
I'm tellin' ya, Ernie.

We should go now.
Don't do it, Bobby.

(man) This is
special unit two.

We're at Soledad Mountain.
No sign of Logan.

(grunts)

Del Amo unit two, copy.

(Carson) Logan, I told you
to check out the mountain.

Now, where the hell are you?

I did. That's where I am.
Soledad Mountain.

I sent you
to Soledad Mountain.
Now, where the hell you been?

How the hell do you know
where the hell I am?

Just get your ass
back here, Logan. Now.

Where's Ernie?
Wyatt's been back
for over an hour.

He caught Pedroza red-handed.
He's probably home
celebrating by now.

He wouldn't do that.
Come on back, Logan.

You're tired.

He said he'd be here.

(panting)

(crying)

(radar ticking)

There's unit one.

Special unit one,
this is headquarters.

Target subject sighted
500 feet south by southeast.

(gun firing)

(man on radio)
Approaching on foot.

We'll transmit as soon
as we confirm the kill.

(grunting)

We lost the target.

They got him?

(gun fires)

(gun fires)
(grunts)

(gun cocks)

Logan!

Logan!

(radar ticking)

What the hell's happening?

(gun fires)

Who the hell is that?

(grunts)

(panting)

(keys jingle)

(panting)

Why?

Fuck you, pal.

(gun clicks)

(metal bangs)

(metal banging)

Who were you?

Who were you?

Who were you?

Let's see your hands, please.

Why'd you boys go diggin'
where you had no cause to be?

(spits)

Well, Lord, look here.

They gave me a license number

and said that Curtis
would show up

afternoon,
night of the 22nd.

Get out there
and wait for him.

I was to give him
his money;

give him a fishin' rod case
with room for a rifle;

direct him to the border.

I done what I was told.

Out of the blue, you boys

lay that license number
on my deputy,

and the nightmare
started all over again.

Come on.

You might as well do it here.
I ain't lettin' you
take me back.

I ain't takin' you back.

I want you to get
in this jeep, go south,

Mexico.

Change your name;
change your looks.

I'm givin' you this chance,
because you're Matt's boy.

If I get in that jeep,
I ain't runnin'.

I'm goin' back
and tellin' what I know.

Ha. Well, I guess you
haven't heard, have ya?

You're a mad dog killer, son.

You knifed your own partner
for that box of money.

Hell, it's been on this radio
for over an hour now.

Poke your nose around there,
you're gonna get shot on sight.

They'll give 'em
a medal for it.

They're sayin'...

they're sayin'
I killed Ernie?

They got you, Matt's boy!
Same as them others.

Do you wanna die?
Go on back there.

You wanna live?
You go. Take the money.

What about you?

Oh, they'll be comin'.
You can bet on that.

I'll wait here for 'em.

Buy you some time.

Whatever happens should've
happened years ago.

Go on, son!

Don't be a martyr.
We already got enough of them.

Go, be different!
Be the one that got away!

(sighs) Yeah.

I'll be back.

You get a chance,
you might tell 'em that.

I'll tell 'em.

(engine starts)

(� "Flashpoint"
by Scott Richardson & the Gems)

� Hidin' up the secret

� Buried in shiftin' sand

� Stumbled into a mystery

� Hidden by the high command

� Guess who pulled the trigger

� Guess who pulls the strings

� Same face as fixers

� Who never wanna hear me sing

� Caught in the flashpoint

� Stuck with a true pattern
in my brain

� Grievin' for the innocence

� I'll never see again

� Once there was
a fair-haired boy

� Livin' in Camelot

� But we shot him right down
in Dallas town

� When the chess game
got too hot

� The whole world
watched in horror

� As the facts got pushed aside

� Now I'm runnin'
down to Mexico

� With the secret
they tried to hide

� Caught in the flashpoint

� Stuck with the true pattern
in my brain

� Grievin' for the innocence

� I'll never see again

� Caught in the flashpoint

� Stuck with the blood money
in my hands

� Clues can't talk

� And I'm the only one
who understands

� Hmm, yeah

� Oh

� Power brokers made him a god

� Laid him down

� The accident hid the evidence

� But evidence

� Will always be found

� Caught in the flashpoint

� Stuck with a true pattern
in my brain

� Grievin' for
the innocence... �