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(men speaking in
foreign language)

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(guns firing)

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foreign language)

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foreign language)

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(gun fires)

- [Commander] All right, keep
your head and necks down.

(gun fires)

Keep them down!

(gun fires)

(slow guitar music)

(men speaking in
foreign language)

- [Announcer] All
right, men, listen up.

The training exercise, small
arms fire, 18:00 hours.

The first section, 18:00 hours.

All sections, all your
ordnance production reports

to Colonel Sperry before
the end of the day.

- Where are the clips?

- Worry later.

- Some more shell casings.

- Whoa there, come on.

There goes the sparks.

(quiet overlapping chattering)

(people speaking in
foreign language)

(motorcycle engines revving)

- Go on.

(slow dramatic music)

(people speaking in
foreign language)

(women speaking in
foreign language)

(women screaming)

(people speaking in
foreign language)

- You must be Gonzalez.

(Gonzalez speaking
in foreign language)

- You filed a report
against us with the sheriff.

You even approached
the Farm Worker's Union

for help against
this evil militia.

- One day, someone
will bring justice

to this town, you'll see.
(women crying)

- You got guts.

You have got guts.

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

But I cannot condone this kind
of activity, you understand?

Shoot him.

(Gonzalez speaking
in foreign language)

- No, please!

(group speaking in
foreign language)

(gun fires)
(women screaming)

- You live life weakly

if you cannot appreciate
the extermination of vermin.

(slow dramatic music)

(woman speaking in
foreign language)

(overlapping chattering)

(door creaks)

- [Jose] They will kill us all.

- [Audience Member] Yeah,
you saw them, right?

We all saw them
over here, right?

- [Hector] Hola, Pablo.

(overlapping chattering)

- [Woman] Hector, Hector.
(speaking in foreign language)

- [Jose] There were
no witnesses, huh?

- [Audience Member]
Yeah, witnesses.

- [Jose] Were there witnesses?

- We all saw them over here,
right, didn't you see them?

I saw them.

- Who, who is going to testify?

That's what I thought.

- Well, what can we do?

If we testify,
they will kill us.

I don't want to die.

- He's right, remember Monte
Planto and his brother?

They went to the sheriff,
and the very next afternoon,

they were dead.

And now, now Gonzalez.
(overlapping chattering)

And before that, Jorge
Menendez was beaten so badly

that he could not
ever walk again.

(overlapping chattering)

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

(overlapping chattering)

- Really, amigo, then both
of us will get deported.

The sheriffs only keep us
around as long as we stay out

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

(overlapping chattering)

- Well, what are we going to do?

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

(slow music)

- Then we must
fight the militia.

- You are crazy, Hector, how?

We got no guns.

- Then we hire other killers.

We fight fire with fire.

(slow guitar music)
(quiet overlapping chattering)

- Like we really know people

who could stand a chance
against the militia.

- For hire. (speaking
in foreign language)

You look good up here.

Green beret with
trained mercenary team.

Expert skills, can
handle any problem.

Contact Lieutenant
William Fredrickson.

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

It's going to cost us plenty,

but it may be it's
our last hope.

(slow music continues)

- My brother is right.

If everyone chips in all
the money they can afford,

he and I will take
the morning train

to Los Angeles to hire this man.

(group speaking in
foreign language)

- Yeah.

(train horn honks)

(slow guitar music)

(siren wails)
(overlapping chattering)

(helicopter wings whirring)

- Lieutenant Fredrickson?

- Uh, yeah, uh, have a seat.

Dad?

(toilet flushes)

- Damn.

- Lieutenant Fredrickson?

- You boys in from the deli?

- Senor, is this you?

- Yeah, could be.

Could be.

Sit down, sit down,
boys, tell me,

tell me what I can do for
you, what do you want?

- We need you to help
us fight a militia.

- There ain't no
militias around here.

- No, not here, senor, in Texas.

- How many are there?

- Over 100.

- Shit, is that all?

100, (laughs) they got
a lot of firepower?

- Well, yes, senor.

- They have many guns.

- Yeah, sounds like you
boys got a little problem,

doesn't it?

I know all about
the militias, I do.

I've been there,
boys, I've been there.

They're scary and
they get dangerous.

It's expensive, too,
how much money you got?

- Uh, how much is your fee?

- Fee? (stammers)

Anyway, it's more
than you can afford.

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

- Don't make no difference.

Carmen will show
you the way out.

Good, good luck, boys, yeah.

(slow music)

You boys ever run into
somebody out there

that smells like a dill pickle,

you tell him to get
his ass in here fast.

Yeah.

Yeah.

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

There's this guy,
his name is McQue.

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

from guys who have come in here

and he's supposed to be tough.

- Where can we find him?

- Well, he works at
a motorcycle shop

about a block and a half away.

(Carmen sighs)

Let me see.

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

It's over on Spring Street.

Here it is, okay, pencil, um.

I don't have my pen,
lipstick, (laughs) okay.

(slow music)
(overlapping chattering)

- [Man In Ball Cap] Two
blocks and make a right.

- Okay, thank you.

- [Chef] Jerked fish on rye.

- This looks like
a drop-top Benz.

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

I can do that, how much
you paying? (scoffs)

I can't do that,
no, that's INGA,

it's not gonna happen.

- Bueno, here we are.

What do we do now?

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

This is all your idea.

- My idea, no.

Who's the one who said, "Me
and my brother will go to LA"?

- We don't even belong here.

- [Waitress] More coffee here?

- Don't blame me.

- Maybe we should go
back to Los Robles.

- Look, how was I supposed

to know this guy Fredrickson
was gonna be some kind

of alcoholic drunk,
stupid, crazy nut?

- How can we talk to this McQue

when we can't even
recognize him?

- Shut up, Jose. (background
noise drowns out speaker)

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- Listen up and
no one gets hurt.

- All right, everybody, put
your hands on the table.

- Put your money and your
jewelry on the table.

Keep your hands in the air.

Put your money and your
jewelry on the table.

(quiet overlapping chattering)

- Hands behind your heads.

All right, don't move.

Get your hands on the
back of your head.

- Get down, right now.

Get them up.

- No.

- Hey.

What are you, deaf?

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

You think you're a tough guy?

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

- Now, you listen to me,
if you don't shut up,

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

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

- I said give up the cash.

Wallet, jewelry, rings,
everything you got.

- I don't mind you
taking this stuff,

just leave the sunglasses.

- [Robber] What's so
special about the glasses?

- They're my favorite pair.

- Hey, boys, Johnny Webb
here has got an affection

for his sunglasses.

(gun clicks)

Now you listen to me.

This gun's sticking in your ear,

and all I gotta do
is pull the trigger,

and poof, no more tough guy.

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

(people screaming)
(overlapping chattering)

(gun fires)

(dishes clattering)
(people screaming)

(glass shatters)

(wheels screeching)

- [Jose] I thought
that was McQue.

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

- Come on.

(slow music)

(sirens wailing)

- GI Joe with kung
fu grip, want a ride?

- I don't need a ride.

- I think you need a ride.

(slow guitar music)

This is it?

Hey, yo.

Check it out-

(door rattles)

(motorcycle engine revs)

Hmm.

Britt,

Jeremy Britt, I'm a
CDM, a can-do man,

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

- Do me a favor, Mr. CDM.

Turn around and leave.

(Jeremy laughs)

- That's pretty cold, man.

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

and I ain't even said nothing
about your confederate hat.

Can't we just all get along?

Besides, I need some
muscle every now and then.

- You want muscle, join a gym.

What is this, visitor's day?

- Senor McQue, Hector Chavez.

This is my brother, Jose.

- What can I do for you?

- Uh, we saw what you
could do at the restaurant

and we need to speak with you.

- Just one minute,
please, senor.

- Go ahead.

- We come from a small
town called Los Robles.

It's in Texas on
the Mexican border.

About 20 miles east,
there's this compound.

- It's for the Sons of Texas.

Senor, it's a bunch of
right-wing red necks.

- You've got 45 seconds.

- They hate us
because we're Mexican.

They hate anybody
who's not white.

They steal from us every month.

They take food, supplies,
anything they want.

They have killed
and they have raped.

- The sheriff, he does
nothing to help us.

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

- Oh, we can't, some
of us are illegals.

Some of us have lived
there for 30 years.

- So why don't you
just fight back?

- Fight, we cannot
fight back, senor, no.

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

One of us tried to stand
up to them last week

and they murdered
him in the street.

- We're not trained
fighters, like you,

you and others like you.

(slow orchestral music)

- We are willing to pay, senor.

$14,000.

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

You are our only hope, senor.

We cannot go back to
Los Robles empty handed.

We cannot let our people down.

- I feel for your problem.

You're not gonna find
a lot of men willing

to risk their lives for $14,000.

Sorry.

I can't help you.

(slow guitar music)

- Damn, let's go.

We were led to believe
that you were someone

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

- Hector. (speaking
in foreign language)

- No, vamos.

(Jose speaking in
foreign language)

- [Jose] We cannot listen

to the. (speaking
in foreign language)

- What if I told
you there was a lot

of money at the compound,

that the town people have heard

that the militia has
millions of dollars.

- Oh, si, senor, they
keep it in a big safe.

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

We all know about it.

(Jeremy knocks)

- You hear that?

That would be
opportunity knocking.

You get a couple of
your boys together,

take care of our
friends' problems,

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

- You want to chase
rainbows, go chase rainbows.

You don't know diddly
squat about this militia.

Now get the hell out
of here, all of yous.

- [Hector] Jose, we're leaving.

- Wait, wait, wait,
Chavez, whoa, whoa.

Chill, chill, my
Spanish brother.

Come here, we can do this.

Let cooler heads prevail.

This is what I got in mind.

(guns firing)

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

They've been
training over a year.

They have yet to see action.

- In peaceful conditions,

a warlike man would
turn upon himself.

Nietzsche said that.

That is not going
to happen here.

Our battle will soon be upon us.

This country is coming
apart at the seams.

You got foreigners
everywhere you look.

Washington is scheming
to take away even more

of our liberties.

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

- [Commander] Cease fire.

- [Lamont] Callin,
get over here!

- Yes, sir?

- You men know that using
the telephone is prohibited.

- [Men] Yes, sir.

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

- Let's go.

- Find out what you can on him.

I want to know
everything there is.

- Yes, sir.

- The rest of you men continue.

- Sons of Texas.

Lamont Sperry, blah
blah blah blah blah.

Hmm, McQue, I took
my men outside

and had a chat with them,
checked this stuff out,

they're right, look,
straight from the net

and CIA email, I
download the bio

of the militia
leader Lamont Sperry,

former Special Forces commander.

He's supposed to be
sitting on millions

in profits from
illegal arms deals.

Now, my guess is, the
money's at the compound,

like Hector and Jose said.

- What makes you think that?

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

where the government
can get to it.

- So why aren't
the feds after it?

- After Waco and Ruby Ridge,

they want to be real sure
before they make a move.

- How reliable is
this information?

- [Jeremy] Straight from the
government news releases.

- That gives me a
lot of confidence.

- No, no, look, either the
money is at the compound,

or we can track it
down from there.

I think it's at the compound.

You get yourself
some men together,

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

- And how would you manage that?

- I'm a businessman.

A CDM, remember?

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

- At the end of each month.

- That gives me three weeks.

- How you gonna get these men?

- That's my business.

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

- I'll know.

You just leave that
little bag here.

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

- And when will that be?

- 12 days from now.

- But how do we know you
just won't take our money

and not show up?

- You're just gonna
have to trust me.

- Well, I'll be back tomorrow.

- Don't bother, just leave
your cellular number.

(slow music)

- MC Que, what's going on?

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- I followed you,
who you waiting for?

Look, I gotta know
what's going on

before I put up the
dough to fly us to Texas.

Better get your
ass out the street.

(tires screech)

(Dash laughs)

- [McQue] Good to see you.
- Long time.

- [McQue] So how's everything
on the racing circuit?

- Ah, it sucked.

- [McQue] Yeah?

- About a year ago,
I got an accident.

French doctor said I'd
never walk again. (laughs)

What do they know, huh?

- [McQue] They know about
great wine and beautiful women.

- That's one of the
things I respect

about McQue, no pretense.

- Yeah, I like that, too.

- I need a driver, interested?

- Government or private?

- Private.

- How much?

- Not much up front,

but it could be a big
payoff on the back end.

- I'm in.

- Let's have some fun.

- Great, Simms is my name.

- [Jeremy] Britt, Jeremy Britt.

- Well, it's a
pleasure to meet you.

Let's go for a ride, huh, yeah.

- Where we going?

- For pancakes.

(slow electronic music)

- Hold, hold on, I already
ate, I ain't hungry.

- Coffee.

- I don't drink coffee.

- Skim milk.

- Skim milk?

(car engine revs)

Hey, slow down!

(tires screeching)

Whoa, whoa, what the
hell is going on here?

McQue, Simms, Simms!

- Come on.

- That was great, man, look
at McQue, McQue, McQue.

- [Dash] Come on, better
look out, get out of my way.

- [Patron] You're crazy!

(overlapping chattering)

(motorcycle engine revs)

(Jeremy cries out)

- [Dash] Look out, relax.

- [Jeremy] Don't tell me what-

- [Dash] Whoa!

- Whoa, Simms!

(tires screeching)

(car horn honks)

(Jeremy groans)

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

(tires screeching)

I, I think you'll be fine.

(overlapping chattering)

- This is your last chance,
it's your last chance

to place your bets,
place your bets.

The last chance here,
time is running out, boys.

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

Get them down, don't be shy.

Last chance, and that's it,
no more money, my friend.

No more money, we're
gonna get it on.

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

we've got Mike,
the Missouri Mule.

(background noise
drowns out speaker)

- Yeah.

(crowd cheers)

(overlapping shouting)

- That's right,
folks, and over here,

coming to us all the
way from Germany,

we got Mr. Kurt Mayer.

(crowd cheers)

Listen up, listen up, listen up.

We got the same rules as always.

There's not any.

(crowd cheers)

It's the last man
standing is the winner.

(slow dramatic music)

Let's go, gentlemen.

- I'm pumped.
(overlapping shouting)

- Let's go, boys.

Let's get it on,
let's get it on.

(overlapping shouting)

(crowd cheers)

(Kurt groans)

(crowd cheers)

(overlapping shouting)

(crowd cheers)

(overlapping shouting)

- Good job, good job.

Yeah.
(crowd cheers)

$145, and you earned
every bit of it.

- [McQue] He deserves more.

- [Kurt] McQue in this house.

- Kurt, how's the (indistinct)?

(both laughing)

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

- Will you leave
us alone, please?

How the hell did you find me?

- I made a few phone calls.

What are you doing
in a place like this?

- Hell, it's not
easy to find a shop

in our line of work.

- Why don't you start
your own business?

- Like what?

- [McQue] Protection.

- Depends for whom.

- Hey, he's got a job, be here
next week and don't be late.

- Shut up, pinhead.

How much?

- 2,000 up front, maybe more.

That buys a lot of knockwurst.

- You have just bought yourself
some serious protection.

- [McQue] Come on,
let's get out of here.

- Hey, what about me?

We got a contract for
three more fights.

- Call my lawyer.

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

I'm not gonna take
no for an answer.

- Let me ask you, what
can you do? Can you fight?

- [Jeremy] Uh.

- Can you handle a weapon?

(Jeremy stammers)

Have you ever been in a battle?

- No, I'm an acquisitions man.

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

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

to take a chance on
getting yourself killed?

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

Hector and Jose, I
care for them, man.

I want to help them.

- You really feel that way?

- I swear to God, scout's honor.

Did you know I was an
international scout?

- You know what?

You're full of shit.

(both laughing)

But you put a smile on my face.

You get us the plane,
you can ride along.

After that, we'll see.

- So tell me something
about this guy we're going

to pick up, who is
he, what does he do?

- He's crazy.

(slow music)

Turn left at the sign.

- Two, four, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

(quiet overlapping chattering)

- [Jeremy] You gotta be kidding
me, your friend works here?

McQue, she's looking at me.

- [McQue] Don't fall in love.

We'll be out of
here in 15 seconds.

- You're not my boyfriend.

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

- McQue!

Hey, McQue!
(overlapping chattering)

Back up the car, McQue!

- [Woman Guard]
Stop, get over here!

- Come back, come here!

- [Woman Guard]
Hoffman, get over here!

- Stop him, stop him!

(Latrell cheers)

Stop him.
- [Patient] Oh, let him go.

- Hey, stop!

(overlapping chattering)

- Man, that was beautiful.

McQue, man, to the rescue.

Hey, hey, who's this, this
your chauffer? (laughs)

That was beautiful, Q
man, I loved it, man.

I loved it. (cheers)

I gotta piss, I gotta piss.

- Not yet.

- I am about to
urinate in your car

if you don't pull
this thing over.

Would you pull the car over?

Come on, come on, come on.

- Thank you for not
pissing in my ashtray.

(Latrell cheers)

- Sweet juniper.

I heard you got out
of government service.

What you been up to?

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

- [Latrell] Well, you don't
take a man like the Q man,

take him out of covert
operations in Panama,

Grenada, end up putting
him behind the desk.

- Oh, I didn't know that.

- Much better,
(sighs) much better.

- You still got
connections in El Paso?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, I can
get you more armament

than half the countries
in the United Nations.

I mean, if it's still there,
I hadn't been there in years.

I have been a little
preocupado. (laughs)

- What can you
get your hands on?

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

Got a lot of weapons
and explosives and
ammunition and such,

I think they got some civilian
things, some nitroglycerin.

Should ought to be able
to pack a pop still.

Might be dated.

You, uh, you got a good driver?

- Simms.

- Simms?

Simms, 'cause that son of a
bitch tried to kill me once.

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

- Remi Sykes.

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

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

(slow orchestral music)

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

- [McQue] We'll all be
meeting at eight o'clock.

- Let's make it 8:15.

- [McQue] No later, Remi.

- Yeah.

- You have the money?

- Yeah, that was great.

- Where's your friend?

(gun fires)

(slow music continues)

- Thank you.

- [Attendant] Thank you, ma'am.

(sirens wailing)

Have a good evening.

- [Jeremy] Britt, Jeremy Britt.

- Remi Sykes.

- Hi.

You're late.

- I thought I had
some time to kill.

- Remi, good to see you.
- For sure.

- Hi, you too.

- Kurt Mayer,
please, have a seat.

- Deutsche, huh?

(Kurt speaking in
foreign language)

(Remi speaking in
foreign language)

- [Kurt] Vienna?

(Remi speaking in
foreign language)

- Salzburg.

- Where's Hoffman?

- Doesn't need to be here.

- You got Latrell Hoffman?

Well, that's just
perfect, he's wacko.

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

when his back's up
against the wall.

- How do you fit in?

- I arranged for
us to get to Texas.

- He's a travel agent.

- I'm a can-do man, anything
you guys need, I can do.

Planning, acquisitions,
you name it.

I'm the one who got you the info

on Lamont Sperry and
the Sons of Texas.

- When do we leave?

- Tomorrow.

We meet at the airport
at 08:00 hours.

Kurt, you and Remi will train
any locals who volunteer.

Simms, you'll drive Hoffman

to pick up the ordnance
and explosives.

- Hoffman, oh, great, thank you,

then you're gonna get me
killed the first day. (laughs)

- Better you than us.

(group laughs)

Britt, you'll work
with Hector and Jose

to gather all the information
you can on the compound.

I want building
plans, photographs,

anything you can
get your hands on.

Now, I want to reiterate
what I said before.

This is gonna be like
stepping into a bear trap,

but if we're successful,

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

- Well, now, that's what
we're all in it for,

the money, huh, cheers.

- Hey, I'm down for the cause.

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

- One more beer, please.

(group laughs)

- Okay, hasta manana.

- Yeah.

- Crazy German.

- Remi, from what I hear,

this Los Robles is a
dumpy little place.

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

you're not gonna be happy.

- I'll be fine, what about him?

You think he's up for it?

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

I'm down for anything.

- Don't call me baby doll.

(slow music)

(Remi scoffs)

- You got a way with women.

(slow dramatic music)
(plane propellers whirring)

- [Air Traffic Controller]
Midnight black 122,

you're clear for takeoff.

(plane engine roars)

(slow guitar music)

(men speaking in
foreign language)

(couple speaking in
foreign language)

(group speaking in
foreign language)

(Jose speaking in
foreign language)

(upbeat music)

(group speaking in
foreign language)

(group cheers)
(group applauds)

- Hey, yeah, forget y'all.

(group cheers)

- Hey, thank you!

(group cheers)

(Latrell speaking
in foreign language)

Thank you, thank you!
(overlapping chattering)

(group cheers)

(slow dramatic music)

(Latrell speaking
in foreign language)

- Yes, senor, you speak English.

(Latrell laughs)

- You do that again
without permission,

you'll pull back a stump.

- Is that the truck
you promised us?

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

My friend's plugging a leak.

- Can you call the town meet
tonight, about eight o'clock?

- Yeah, eight o'clock is good.

- Thank you.

There's your truck.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

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

- You want Hoffman to drive?

- Well, come on, hotshot,
gonna take us forever

in this beauty.

- [Dash] Oh, terrific,
just terrific.

- No Sauerbraten here.

(Kurt laughs)

(slow dramatic music)

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

He could be a plant, or
maybe he was a true believer.

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

Go get him.

- [Sven] Bring him in.

- Move it.

- All right,
everybody, listen up.

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

So pay attention to this
most important lesson.

- You're no patriot, all
you teach is militias

your philosophy of evil.

You got that?

- The great turning
point in our lives is

when we gain the courage
to accept our evil

as what is best in us.

Fight!

(overlapping chattering)

- Come on, get up and fight!

- Come on, come on.
(overlapping shouting)

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

Come on, get up!
(overlapping shouting)

(slow dramatic music)

- Come on, kick
him, take him down!

(overlapping shouting)

(Lamont sighs)

- I want him dropped out
on the old creek road.

Let the son of a
bitch rot in the sun.

- And your prayers have been
listened to for a long time,

and God willing, those prayers
are now being answered.

I wish now to introduce
you to Senor McQue.

(Jeremy claps)

Senor?

- It's not easy
to live with fear.

You feel powerless,

desperate.

This is your land,

your town.

No one's gonna
defend it like you.

We need your help.

- We don't know how to fight.

- That's it.

That's all I need, that impulse.

- But we hired you to fight.

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

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

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

Two of my men will be arriving
tomorrow with armament.

We'll find out which of
you can handle weapons

and teach you, give
me some volunteers.

(slow music)

- Look, uh, he's right.

It's about action here, we can't
keep looking at each other.

So who's down to
help themselves?

- Senor, eh, no offense,

but you don't exactly look
like a fighter yourself.

- I'm not talking about that.

I'm looking for
a few volunteers.

(slow music continues)

- [Remi] This is ridiculous.

- Hmm?

- Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.

(Latrell spits)

This is not what I do best.

(truck creaks)
(Latrell grunts)

Do you have to do that?

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

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

probably 15 minutes each.

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

to floss, so what I'd
do is on the weekdays,

I would start to
floss on the right,

and I'd work my way to the left,

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

What day is it, anyway?

- It's the worst day of my life.

- Anyway, you want to
know what the moral

of the story is, Simms?

I mean, every picture
tells a story,

every story has a moral.

Would you, Mr. Simms,

like to know what the
moral of the story is?

- Enlighten me, would you?

- No tartar. (laughs)

- So,

GSG 9, huh, I'm impressed.

Most elite anti-terrorist
group in the world.

What the hell are
you doing here?

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

So I quit on my 32nd birthday.

You spend a lot of time alone?

- Yeah, I usually find
company disappointing.

- Why is that?

- I had a strange childhood,

maybe that had
something to do with it.

We moved around a
lot when I was a kid,

and I couldn't exactly
tell my friends

what my dad did for a living.

So when he died,

I followed in his
footsteps, female cleaner.

(slow music)

- [Dash] Make it snappy.

(truck door slams)

(chain rattles)

(truck engine revs)

(truck door slams)

- The white zone is for
loading and unloading only.

Yeah, I think this is the place.

Come on, hoss.

Let me get that for you.

Looks about right.

Find anything there, hoss?

- I don't believe this.

There's nothing there.

- Yeah, there you go.

(lighter clicks)

Child proof.

Loony proof. (laughs)

- Are you crazy?

- I'm certified crazy
by the best doctors

in the whole state
of California.

- Give me that, give it to
me, give it to me, give it.

With this much explosives,

you could have blown
us sky high, man.

- Yeah, but at
least we'd get out

with a blaze of glory (laughs)

I got us in here,

why don't you just go ahead
and load us up? (laughs)

- You need a straight jacket.
(Latrell laughs)

(slow music)

- Hmm?

Thanks.

- Nice try, (indistinct)
but I'm gonna need more.

All I can tell
from this stuff is

that the walls surrounding
the compound are

about 20 feet high and
there's one main gate.

- Man, I've tapped FBI
files, CIA files. (sighs)

I think it's time for
some Britt tricks.

- [Dash] Let's roll.

- I'm going.

(Dash pants)

Are we having any fun yet?

(ordnance rattles)

- Ow.

(gun fires)

- [Remi] Why are you here?

- With the money,
I could start over,

and one day, if I
meet the right woman,

maybe settle down
and have a family.

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

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

- You were driving the nitro,

what the hell do you
think McQue hired you for?

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

- Yeah, I'm good.

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

- Except I don't drive
things like that.

Look at the tires on that,

you couldn't float
them in a river.

Forget it, I ain't
driving the nitro.

- Listen, Simms,
I know you and me,

we've had our few
differences in the past,

but I'm the kind of man
who can let bygones go by.

You know why?

Because I can be
extremely objective.

- Yeah.

- You understand?

- Yeah, got it.
(fly buzzes)

(Latrell spits)

- I hate flies.

- Me too.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

- Easy.

(crate squeaks)

(Latrell laughs)

- [Jeremy] Got it, hot off the
press, plans to the compound.

There's the east
gate, the west gate.

I got us the plans, now
you gotta get us in there.

(truck screeches)

- What the hell are we
stopping for this time?

- There's a body on the road.

- Is he breathing?

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

(Callin moans)

- Yeah, he's alive.

Let's get him in the truck.

I'll help you out.

- [Dash] Thank you.

- I'll get the tarp.

- What? (groans)

Stupid basket case.

In fact, you're way beyond
baskets, you're in the pottery.

- Here, let me get this for you.

You got it?

I got him, I got it.

(truck engine revs)

You know, uh,

if we happen to hit a
chuckhole the wrong way,

if we're blown into,
say, a million pieces,

do you think we'll
still meet God,

or will we meet him
one piece at a time?

- Just shut up, man.

I am tired of hearing
about the home,

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

Can't you just talk about
something intelligent?

Because if you
can't, just shut up

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

(slow dramatic music)

- [Sven] Sir, the townspeople
have hired some mercenaries.

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

Your men wanted action?

- Yes, sir.

- Then it's action they'll get.

Turn them loose.

- Yes, sir.

- I ought to kick your ass

for everything you put me
through, you know that?

- Well, if you want
to kiss my ass,

Simms, I can accommodate that.

(Dash sighs)

- You know, you're
more dangerous

to us than if you
worked for Sperry.

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

I'd break your neck.

- You know, I learned
back at the home

that it's not really healthy

to keep all this pent
up aggression inside.

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

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

(Latrell cries out)

- Stop the bullshit.

You can kill each other
when we finish here.

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

And you need a straight jacket.

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

(slow music)

Take him inside.

- Hey, this ain't over.

- You've got two choices.

Help us with what you know,

or I'll federal express
you back to Sperry.

Think about it for
a couple of hours.

Untie him and give
him some food.

(door slams)

- [Jeremy] Who's the man, McQue?

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

We need to know what
it's like inside.

- Seems like our friend
here has something

he wants to say to us.

- I'd like to help.

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

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

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

- Now how would you know that?

- Because I saw it.

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

- Well, if you let me in
on some of the action,

I'll show you where it is.

- Can you detail the interior
structure of the compound?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Get to work.

- Hey.

How do I know I can trust you?

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

(motorcycle engines revving)

- [Man In Blue
Shirt] No, senor, no!

(people screaming)

(slow dramatic music)

(man laughs)

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

- We thought we'd do
a little shopping.

- A little what?

- [Man On Red Motorcycle]
All right, scumbag.

(gun fires)

(man on red
motorcycle cries out)

- Just was the hell are you?

You guys don't belong here,

and you are gonna
learn a lesson.

We'll be back, and
when we do, (laughs)

you're not gonna get
off quite so easy.

Okay, out of here.

(motorcycle engines revving)

(slow music)

- [Lamont] It's a
damned disgrace!

- [Australian Man]
She had a rifle, man,

she was up in the tower.

Look, there was
nothing we could do.

I'm telling you, there
was nothing we could do.

Now, she could
have killed us all.

- What am I seeing here?

- This low-life (indistinct)
is a disgrace to all of us.

- And what do we do when
someone disgraces us?

- Punish him.

- Then punish him.

Get out of my sight.

- [Announcer] Attention,
Lieutenant Smith,

ordnance assembly, please.

Lieutenant Smith,
ordnance assembly, please.

- I'll kill them all.

Guess I have to take care
of everything myself.

(slow orchestral music)

- [McQue] Well, I
didn't plan that out.

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

- [Lamont] Now,
don't you be dealing

from the bottom
of the deck to me.

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

- [Dash] I'll be close.

- [Jeremy] Uh, hold
up, I'll go with you.

(slow ominous music)

- Do you like blackjack?

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

What are the stakes?

- Too high for either of us.

- Oh, I don't know, my
pocket's pretty deep.

- Mine aren't.

- Hit me.

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

- I feel lucky today.

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

You don't belong here,

so why don't you take
your little group

and you get out of town?

Because if you are still
here tomorrow afternoon,

this little town

will cease to exist.

- Well, I was thinking
of sticking around
'til the election.

- [Lamont] What election?

- Haven't you heard?

I'm running for mayor.

(Lamont laughs)

- Let me ask you something.

Why the hell do you want to die
for a bunch of taco vendors?

- I got real bored
with my day job.

- [Lamont] Don't forget,
tomorrow afternoon.

- Sperry means what he says.

He could wipe this
town out in a heartbeat

and never get his hands dirty.

- I know.

Something's been bothering me.

- What's that?

- Why would a nice guy like
Sperry want to kill you?

(slow music)

- I was working undercover,

FBI.

I was trying to build
a case against Sperry.

(slow music continues)

- We move on the
compound at 23:00.

If anything goes wrong,
Sperry's gonna come

and level the town.

Britt?

- Yeah?

- Be ready to
evacuate the people.

- Where do you want
me to take them?

- As far away as possible.

- Hold on, if I'm evacuating,

I'm gonna miss all the action.

- You're not trained
for the action.

Callin, you and I will
take out the guard

at the front gate and
go around the west side.

Remi, you and Simms
infiltrate the arsenal.

Kurt, place the explosives
along the inside.

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

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

We ready?

- [Remi] Yeah.

- [Latrell] Ready here.

- [Kurt] Ready here, boss.

- Let's move.

(truck engine revs)
(slow dramatic music)

(Hector speaking in
foreign language)

(truck doors slamming)

You all know what to do.

If we do it right,

we'll get in and out
without waking anyone up.

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

after we're gone, aren't
they, boss? (laughs)

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

That means we're out of
here in 01:00, let's do it.

(slow music)

- [Sam] Callin, what the
hell are you doing here?

- [Callin] Hey, Sam.

- I think I'm more afraid
of you than I am of them.

- [Callin] You should be.

- You sure you got him?

- Does the pope wear
gold bowling shoes?

(gun fires)

Got him.

- [Dash] I lost him.

I'll meet you at the south gate.

- [Kurt] Yeah, yeah.

(crickets chirping)

(gun cocks)

- Hey, Britt.

- What?

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

- No.

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

(slow dramatic music)

- Hector.

- Yeah?

- I can't stand it, I know they
need every man they can get,

and I'm sitting
here babysitting.

I gotta go, man,
give me the keys.

- No, you can't drive my truck,
I have to drive my truck.

- Let's go.

- Hector, what are
you doing, man?

(truck door slams)

Wait for me!

(truck engine revs)

Do you think maybe
this is a mistake?

(slow music)

- [Man In Bandana] Hey, bitch.

(Remi grunts)

(man in bandana cries out)

- [Remi] Hoffman, where are you?

(slow music)

(machinery beeps)

- Come on.

- Come on, this way.

- [Jose] Where's he going?

- [Hector] I have no idea.

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

- Well, actually, I'm, uh, I'm
just passing through, hoss.

- Wise guy, huh?

Let's go have a chat
with the commander.

Don't even try, hoss.

(gun fires)

- [McQue] Come on.

(alarm wails)
(quiet overlapping chattering)

(gun fires)

- Goddamn.

(overlapping chattering)
(alarm wails)

- Sir, we have intruders
inside the compound.

- Shoot them on sight,
I'm gonna cut him up.

(overlapping shouting)
(alarm wails)

(explosives beeping)
(overlapping shouting)

- [Militiaman]
Let's go, come on!

Move it, move it, move
it, let's move it!

(overlapping shouting)

(truck tires screeching)
(slow music)

- [Dash] Hey, man, what
happened, what's going on?

- Well, we had a little mishap.

Simms, down!

(gun fires)

Simms, you all right?

- Yeah, you know, straight
jacket, you're all right.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- No, you goof, I'm trying

to tell you you're
okay in my book.

- Yeah, well, I love
you, too, honey,

but we'll have to bond later.

(gun clicks)

Come on, let's go.

- Jesus.

(overlapping shouting)
(slow dramatic music)

- [Militiaman] Freeze!

(gun fires)

- [Militiaman]
Cover me, cover me!

(overlapping shouting)

(gun fires)

(guns firing)

(motorcycle engine revs)

(explosion rumbles)

(guns firing)

- Get some men to shut
off the front gate.

What's on your forehead?

- What are you boys doing?

- Drop the gun.

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

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

(gun fires)

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

(explosives beeping)

(guns firing)
(slow music)

- [Militiaman] Let's go up,
come on, let's go up, now, now!

(door creaks)
(overlapping shouting)

We gotta get out of here, we
gotta get out of here, now!

(gun clicks)

- You should have quit
while you were ahead.

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

and this game is over.

(Lamont cries out)

I'm gonna gut you like a fish.

(gun fires)
(Lamont cries out)

- That's for the
First Amendment.

(Lamont groans)

(gun fires)

(Lamont cries out)

That's so you never
walk on anyone again.

(Lamont moans)

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

How fast can you crawl?

(slow music)
(guns firing)

(motorcycle engine revs)
(guns firing)

(explosion rumbles)

- Go, go, go, cover, come
on, let's move in, come on!

(guns firing)
(overlapping shouting)

Move it, come on, move it!

- [Militiaman] Shannon,
hold on, hold on!

(guns firing)

(Remi cries out)

- Kurt, Remi's down!

- [Kurt] Remi.

- Move, move, straight
jacket, where are you?

Go, go, come on, Kurt!
(guns firing)

Straight jacket, where
are you, straight jacket!

(explosives beeping)

(guns firing)

Come on!

Go!

- [Hector] Jose!

(guns firing)

- Go, come on!

- [Militiaman] I'm out of ammo.

(Lamont groans)

- One more thing.

This is because you're
a lousy card player.

(gun fires)

(explosives beeping)

(slow music)
(guns firing)

- He's dead!

- He's my brother,
we can't leave!

(overlapping shouting)

(truck engine revs)

Oh, God, no, Jose!

Jose!
(guns firing)

(Hector speaking in
foreign language)

(glass shatters)

(overlapping shouting)
(gun fires)

- Go, go!

- [Latrell] You get
your ass up here!

- [McQue] Where Callin?

(explosives beeping)

(explosion rumbles)

(slow music)

- [Jeremy] So when you get back-

- [McQue] Sorry about the money.

- [Jeremy] You
need to call me up.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well, I'll be,
go to hell, huh?

- Yo, boss.
(overlapping chattering)

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

- The government's
still gonna want this.

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

Mind if I get a lift?

(upbeat music)

- I told you.

- McQue?

I just want to thank you
all for what you did.

Here's the money I promised.

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

- I will, I promise.

(upbeat music)

- Will you help me get
some of these cases?

- Let's get on this bus, huh?

(overlapping chattering)

(Latrell laughs)

(overlapping chattering)

- [Dash] Kurt.

- Thank you very much.

- Cheers.

- You want me to fly
this thing? (laughs)

(overlapping chattering)

Come on, everybody,
let's go home.

Don't worry, I can fly
this thing. (laughs)

(overlapping chattering)

(slow rock music)