All language subtitles for Roughnecks, S.T. Chronicles - Arc 08 - The Homefront Campaign (1999 - 480p DVDRip)

A struggle against the
common enemies of man...

a date which will
live in infamy...

ask not what your country
can do for you...

grand and global alliance
for all mankind...

- Well?
- Very acceptable...

for a human in their
native gravity.

Let me see! Oh, yeah! I believe
that's a new track record.

Remind me again why we're
out here killing ourselves.

The war is over, but
our hitch isn't.

The nightmare continues.

Okay. Who wants to go again?

- Not today, Diz.
- Cramp.

I'll give you all a head start.

When the Queen's Transport
Bug was destroyed...

there wasn't an official treaty
or peace accord to sign.

But the war was
effectively over.

And Sicon got down to
the business of peace.

That's right. Walk away, babies!

Thousands of lucky Troopers were
immediately released from duty.

The rest of us awaited
reassignment.

But we weren't fighting the Bugs
anymore, so things were looking up.

I'm telling you, the
Queen is still alive.

And she's here, on Earth!

If that's true, then why
haven't any Bugs been spotted?

Why hasn't any city on the
globe reported an attack?

I don't know. All I can tell you
is that I keep getting something.

You're the only one, Carl.

No other Intel psychic has
reported so much as a whisper.

- They're wrong!
- Jenkins!

It's all right, Lieutenant.

No one is questioning your abilities,
but in this particular case...

I have to believe
you are mistaken.

Perhaps some R and
R is in order.

After all, we don't want a
repeat of last time, do we?

Dismissed.

I said, "Dismissed."

Hey, going AWOL?

R and R. General's orders.

- Sweet. How did you swing that?
- I told her the Queen's still alive.

I assume you think
I'm whacked, too.

Yeah, well, we did blow her
up, and you were there.

I'm the one who got up close
and personal with the Queen.

I'm the one who got inside that Brain Bug!
And I'm the one who saved our butts!

If I remember correctly,
you didn't doubt me then.

- That was different.
- Why?

You were different.

I'd say the war has changed
us both, Sergeant.

Intel's right and Carl's wrong.

- How often has that happened?
- Once is enough.

- Come on, LT.
- Save it, Sergeant.

New orders.

Repairing radio telescope
receivers on the Jovian moons?

We leave on a fleet transport out of
San Francisco, day after tomorrow.

Lieutenant, request
leave until departure.

So you can chase some figment of
Carl's imagination? Request denied.

With all due respect, you
have to let me do this.

Rico, I don't have
to do anything.

I better not regret this.

Wait. Go back.

Go back. There. What
are those flares?

Heat signatures, above
and below ground.

Could be volcanic activity
or hydrothermal pockets.

But there's no way to be sure by
just looking at the sat photo.

You have to compare it to a
seismic scan of the area.

Negative on volcano and hydro.
Something else is going on.

Listen up, Apes. Officially,
we're going to San Francisco...

to meet a fleet transport
bound for the Jovian moons.

Unofficially, we're
taking a little detour.

Infrasats have picked up unexplained
thermal spikes in North Dakota...

some of them subterranean.

Don't forget: Low profile.

Sure. We blend.

The signal's strong, like it's
coming from right in front of us.

Rico, Flores, Jenkins,
take the west side.

Doc, Gossard, Higgins, head north.
Colonel, you're with me.

Eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
Back here in 30.

Afternoon. Lovely weather,
wouldn't you say?

Afternoon. Lovely weather,
wouldn't you say?

That is something I do not
understand about you humans:

Your preoccupation
with the weather.

I can feel them everywhere.

Hi, how you doing?

Afternoon. Lovely weather,
wouldn't you say?

If I hear that one more time...

That guy. Didn't we just see him two
minutes ago delivering the mail?

It's a small town.
Maybe they're related.

Identical triplets?

Anybody notice something
strange about this place?

Is it me, or do most of
these people look alike?

Do not ask me. All
humans look alike.

Move!

What are they
shooting at us for?

They're civilians!

Apes, fog's rolling in!

Back to the chopper and hold your fire!
Repeat, hold your fire!

You heard the man.

Follow me.

Mobile Infantry, sir.
We need your vehicle!

We appreciate your cooperation.

Climb.

The warehouse!

Gossard, location?

Across the street, second
building, third-story window.

I want the sniper alive.

I can arrange that.

Who wants to draw him out?

- Still looking for a rematch?
- Still want that head start?

Crisscross, double back.

- My lead.
- Hey.

Let's live to tell about it.

Sweet dreams.

Move out!

Okay, I'm officially
creeped out.

Where did these things come
from, a human copy machine?

Secure the prisoner. We're
heading back to the chopper.

Go! On the double!

Irregular heart sounds.

Doesn't look like he's having
any kind of seizure or attack.

Atypical heartbeat pattern.

I'm going to run
some blood panels.

Redwing to Alpha Team.
Come in, Alpha Team. Over.

Repeat, Redwing to Alpha Team.
State your current position. Over.

- Bad transmission.
- Couldn't make out a word, LT.

- That's different.
- What?

Something strange about
these DNA strands.

Do not fire! Shock sticks only.

Are you conscious, Carl?

I just got the wind
knocked out of me.

Tranq it heavy. I don't want this
thing waking up any time soon.

An Arachnid with humanoid
cloaking ability.

I don't think we're
talking a chameleon here.

This thing's got half-Bug,
half-human DNA.

Like Zander?

Sort of, but the Bug seems able
to switch back and forth...

between its two genetic codes.

Perhaps a more sophisticated
version of the impostor species...

cloned with duplicated
samples of human DNA.

Making it pretty easy to
infiltrate human society.

The 100 percent humans in Little Butte
had no idea their neighbours were Bugs.

But why here? What's
the larger objective?

Sabotage. The clones are equipped with the
same psychic shield used by the Queen.

But the tranquilliser
weakened it.

The Bugs intend to sabotage
50 targets across the globe:

The Eiffel Tower,
the Panama Canal...

the White House and a cold fusion
plant just west of here...

which supplies energy for
one half of North America.

- How long?
- Couldn't find a timetable.

Redwing to Alpha Team.
Come in, Alpha Team. Over.

If you can hear me, I strongly
advise you to respond immediately.

Redwing, this is Alpha Team.
Read you. Over.

Lieutenant, you were to have
your squad on transport...

out of San Francisco one hour ago.
What is your current position?

Five miles southwest of Little
Butte, North Dakota. Over.

No one authorised a detour in
your travel orders, Lt. Razak.

Explain yourself. Over.

General, I take full responsibility
for disobeying orders...

and will accept
disciplinary action later.

But Jenkins was right.
We've got Bugs.

Oh, no.

Guess walking up and ringing the
doorbell is out of the question?

We can't wait for Redwing's
reinforcements, LT.

The Bugs are preparing to make
their move inside the plant.

Alpha Team to Blue Leader. Be
advised: We are moving on target.

Will rendezvous with additional
backup units inside.

Alpha Team out. Pull up a
schematic of the plant.

Find us a back door.

We have to secure the
control room, now.

Which way?

Off to the right,
behind that substation.

Shadow deployment. Rico,
Gossard, take lead.

Wait.

Rico, Gossard, Jenkins,
the control room, now!

Warning. Fusion
containment compromised.

Reactor meltdown in two minutes.

Rico, tell me you're close.

Better than that, LT!

- Reactor meltdown in one minute.
- Can you stop the countdown?

Yeah! Console looks
like a standard issue.

Gossard!

- Goss, snap out of it!
- Reactor meltdown in 30 seconds.

Go to the main control panel
and do what I tell you.

- Bugs smashed the controls.
- We'll override them.

Come on, Gossard.
Think how to do this.

Right side panel. Remove it.

Find the black insulated wire.

- Reactor meltdown in 15 seconds.
- I see it!

Don't touch it! Now, disconnect the
five wires below. Red first...

then blue, yellow, green, white.

- Meltdown in ten...
- Now what?

- Nine, eight...
- Cross connect red to yellow.

- Seven...
- Green to...

- six, five...
- What? Green to what?

- Gossard!
- four...

- Carl?
- three...

- White!
- two.

Meltdown sequence terminated.
Fusion containment restored.

The Roughnecks were able to stop
the Bugs in North Dakota...

but Sicon wasn't so
lucky everywhere.

The Eiffel Tower, the
White House, gone...

along with 15 other targets.

You guys are good.

Carl was right all along.

Unfortunately that meant
the war had come home.

And somewhere, out there...

the Queen was preparing
her next offensive...

the biggest one of all.

The war on Earth raged.

Not even Sicon knew if we
were winning or losing.

But as far as the Roughnecks
were concerned...

the Bugs were taking Buenos Aires,
and we were going to take it back...

one street at a time.

LT, swarm! Move out!

- I can handle them.
- This isn't a discussion, Private. Move out!

Rico, Diz, three words
for you: Hit the deck!

Interesting strategic
positioning.

- You okay?
- You mind?

Yeah. Sorry.

Man, I never thought an MI
bunk could feel this good.

This hero stuff is exhausting.

- My back can't take much more of this.
- Yes. It must be quite a strain...

sitting down for hours while
others patrol on foot.

T'Phai's right, Gossard.
How do you do it?

- Need a hand?
- I got it.

I'm a big girl, Sergeant.

Diz.

- I was just trying to...
- Help?

- Yeah, I know. Just like in the alley.
- What are you talking about?

The alley, now my backpack. I don't
see you offering to help Doc.

- I would if he asked.
- Yeah? Well, I didn't ask.

You could read me
a bedtime story.

Looks like I'm not the only
one burning the midnight oil.

If you had seen what Intel just sent,
you'd have a hard time sleeping, too.

Omega quadrant, 50 miles
north of Buenos Aires.

0800 hours, yesterday.

Omega quadrant,
0800 hours today.

Sonar indicates a massive
colony of enemy forces...

expanding faster than
anything previously seen.

Could be a staging area for
another assault on the city.

- Best to take it out from the air.
- We tried.

Three sorties from three directions,
all with the same net result.

Plasma Bug positions
keep changing.

A covert ground attack
is our only hope.

- When?
- Tonight.

Rise and shine, Apes.

We got a job to do.

Doesn't he ever sleep?

Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep.
Goodness knows some of you need it.

But the higher-ups at Intel want
us to play a little hide-and-seek.

A children's game, is it not?

Not the Sicon way.

We engage the enemy in combat over a
piece of territory and let them win.

What the saps don't know is that we've
already hidden troops in the area.

Once the enemy moves
over you, bingo...

good guys, come out, come
out, wherever they are.

Behind enemy lines.

Four other squads are taking
part in this assault.

Our POA: Locate and terminate
Plasma Bug positions...

on a massive Bug mound, making way for
fleet jets to nuke the place sky-high.

- Your shovel is in the way.
- Yeah, well, so is yours.

Guys, I think there's plenty
of dirt to go around.

- Just move it.
- More digging, less yapping.

Sir, yes, sir.

Maintain total radio silence. And nobody
moves until I give the all clear.

I'll take first lookout. You
two grab some sack time.

Your foot is in the way.

I don't have a choice of positioning
here, Diz. What's eating you?

Rico, just move your stupid...

You know, I've often found it easier to
sleep when the kids aren't bickering.

Decoys are here.

- What do you got?
- Fog. It is too thick.

Supposed to be. Harder for the
Bugs to figure out it's a trick.

Blue Leader, worm is off the hook.
Repeat.

Worm is off the hook.

What is it?

LT, I think Rico's
team has been made.

- You can't. The mission.
- We're sitting ducks.

- It's right on top of them.
- We have to do something, don't we?

Negative.

Don't ask me why, but the Bug
just spaced out and crawled off.

Check up top.

It's gone.

- How'd you pull that off?
- I gave the Bug a cerebral push.

- Now in English?
- It's a telepathic suggestion.

I told that Bug what it should
see instead of what it did see.

Wish I could do that.

- Not possible.
- I know. Got to be psychic.

Got to have an IQ
bigger than a Bug's.

Fresh air. No offence, guys...

but where were you when Zim went
over personal hygiene in boot camp?

All right, Apes. We have
less than two hours...

to recon at the
assigned coordinates.

Remember, we are now
behind enemy lines.

Move quick, move silent.
No weapons fire.

What if we run into Bugs?

Improvise.

Less than three clicks away.

Rico, night vision recon from the top.
I don't want any surprises.

- Back here in 10.
- Yes, sir.

Whoa!

Come on. Stay sharp, Rico. Only
been 36 hours between naps.

Remember, no weapons fire.

Roughnecks!

Divide and conquer. Hand-to-hand
or shock sticks only.

Diz!

Dizzy!

Dizzy!

Diz.

I couldn't get to her.
It's my fault.

Sergeant, self-pity isn't going
to do anyone any good right now.

Sir, Dizzy, she's
down there, alive.

- You see her?
- You positive, Jenkins?

- Yes, sir.
- I'm going down.

We're behind schedule. Five
minutes, then we have to move on.

I'll find her.

Perimeter watch. Eyes
peeled for enemy movement.

Hey, bright eyes.

- Just hang on.
- Hanging on.

Diz, when you went over that
ledge my heart stopped.

Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

All these feelings just
started crashing over me.

And then, well, it
became so clear.

Rico, my head hurts.

Dizzy, I love you.

Welcome back, soldier.

Why did he have to say that?

I thought "I love you" was
exactly what you wanted to hear.

Was, Carl.

Diz, who do you think
you're talking to here?

- I know how much you...
- Do not!

And stay out of my skull!

Whoa!

We'll fan out. Groups of two. Tactical
sweep for Plasma Bug positions.

Fleet can't bring that hill down till
we take out the enemy's big guns.

Multiples moving in from the south. Looks
like Echo Team's thermal signatures.

Got a visual.

They're not alone. Bugs,
approaching Echo's rear flank.

I see them. Echo doesn't!

- Is there no way we can warn them?
- Radio silence.

Good. No grenades.

Down!

- Cover's blown. Now what?
- Lieutenant!

Echo's error has resulted in the exposure
of all Plasma positions at once.

You're right.

So let's ring fleet. Have
them dust the whole place.

No. Plasma Bugs can break off at
any second and change positions.

We have to take that hill
down now, without fleet.

Javelins are the only thing we've got with
enough juice to hit the mound from here.

Although, if we load them with
mini-nukes and nail them...

with a high enough concentration, it may
start a chain reaction big enough...

to create a structural breach.

Rico, on the horn. Let the other
squads know when and where to fire.

Gossard, feed Rico the coordinates.
We're going to bring down the house.

In five, four...

three, two, one, fire!

All right!

Diz, wait up.

- Don't you think we should talk?
- About what?

Oh, about you being in love with me.
Well, you can't be.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Just what I said.

You can't love me, Rico. I'm a jinx. Bad
stuff happens to everyone I care about.

Come on, Diz. That's nuts.

You want a list? Let's
start with my family.

Gone. Thought I had feelings for Carl.
Oops! His brain got fried.

Zander? Turned into a Bug.

- There's one flaw in your theory, Diz.
- What's that?

Me. You're in love with
me, and I'm still here.

Yeah? Well, obviously I'm not in love
with you anymore. That's why you're safe.

Diz, I'm not going to let you do this.
I'm not just going to walk away.

Sergeant, you outrank
me, remember?

I believe Sicon command would consider this
sort of behaviour wholly inappropriate.

Fine, Private.

I'm sorry if I was out of line.

It won't happen again.
I promise.

Seven months after the
Bugs invaded Earth...

the entire planet was
basically a battlefield.

All the landmarks we once
knew were now unrecognisable.

The Sicon forces seemed
to have the upper hand.

Every major Bug had been
stopped in its tracks...

until...

Roughnecks, full pursuit!

- I give up. Animal, vegetable or mineral?
- Keep going.

You'd think that after two
weeks of field rations...

we'd be offered something
better than this.

- Whatever this is.
- LT, what the heck is this stuff?

Top secret, Sergeant, but I believe its
code name to be "mashed potatoes."

Lts. Razak, Markovich,
Murphy, Griffin...

report to main briefing
room immediately.

After chow, check your
rigs and ammo supplies.

We move out in 12 hours.

Twelve whole hours of R and R.
You'd think it was my birthday.

Am I missing something
here, Sky Marshal?

We were told the enemy had not
even tried to storm San Francisco.

Literally speaking, your
information is correct, General...

but infrasats show that the Bugs have
built an elaborate network of caves...

tunnels and hives
beneath the Bay Area.

Every square inch is infested.

Intel believes the Bugs are assembling for
an imminent, catastrophic surface attack.

- Lt. Razak?
- Lt. Walker.

Sicon has decided there
is only one option:

Full-scale air and
ground assault.

Now, I know this will result
in heavy MI casualties...

and extensive, perhaps
irreparable, collateral damage.

What plans are being made in regards
to the civilian population?

None. We can't tip our
hand to the enemy.

These casualties have
been deemed necessary...

when weighed against losses
inflicted upon the enemy.

Necessary?

We will let the people of San Francisco
enjoy their last moments on Earth.

Now, I know this is
a bitter pill...

but sacrifices must be
made for the greater good.

With all due respect, sir,
nothing good can come...

from taking millions
of innocent lives.

Morally reprehensible, sir.

- We agree on something.
- Hard to believe.

Pardon the interruption, but I have a
formal protest signed by myself...

and 15 other Sicon officers.

No Bug is worth even
one civilian life.

Touching sentiment, Walker, but
a bit naive and insubordinate.

Sky Marshal, Its.
Razak and Walker...

are responsible for countless
victories over the Bug army.

Rather than question their loyalty,
perhaps we should let them present...

an alternative plan to
terminate the enemy threat.

Gentlemen, it better be good.

The only way to shut down
the enemy in time...

is to drive all the subterranean
forces above ground at once.

Now, because portions of
the Bugs' network run...

beneath the city's
main waterways...

we propose setting a series
of underwater charges...

along key sections of
the insect tunnels.

These charges will be armed with
our last reserves of toxin B3...

which has proven to be lethal to
Bugs, even when heavily diluted.

The explosions will cause massive
holes in the tunnel walls...

allowing water to rush in
and flush out the Bugs.

Enemy forces will either drown,
or be driven to the surface...

where MI forces will
be waiting en masse.

Well, you have 12 hours.

If you fail, the initial full-scale
air strike will commence...

leaving no time for any
evacuations, civilian or military.

So let me see if I
understand this.

If we blow it, our
side blows us up?

- In a nutshell.
- I feel so much better now.

Because I crave the pump.

That's right. Bring it on!

- Think they're buying it?
- Oh, yes. Very convincing.

- Hey, Diz, can I ask you something?
- Sure.

If you know something bad is going to
happen to somebody you care about...

but you're sworn to secrecy... I
mean, what are you supposed to do?

We talking somebody
specific here?

Yeah. A buddy of mine
since med school.

He lives in Frisco.
A wife, two kids.

- How can I not warn him?
- I don't know.

I can't believe we have to
deal with Walker again.

Here, here and here,
under the Golden Gate...

with another 15 charges under
the Oakland Bay Bridge.

That means setting 50 synchronised
plasma bombs across a two-mile radius...

in less than two hours, without
drawing any unwanted attention.

Piece of cake, unless your
squad is not up to the task.

They're up to any task.

Lt. Razak, Lt. Walker,
approaching drop site.

Prepare for deployment.

We'll deploy at a location 50
miles north of the city...

and move into the
area on skimmers.

- Each team will be equipped with...
- Bugs, starboard side, coming up fast!

Pilot, fire, now!

Looks like we're all going
to be one big happy family.

Yeah, the Addams family.

- They have no idea what's happening.
- Would it change anything if they did?

- I guess not.
- Besides, what could you say...

to make the reality of the
situation any less painful?

This isn't a decision you or I might
have made, Rico, but it's done.

Revealing the truth now would only
ease your conscience, not theirs.

Sonar sweep is
complete, Lieutenant.

Should have a grid of every Bug hole
and tunnel within a five-mile radius.

Then I think it's
time for a swim.

These babies are designed to be
activated with a synchronised timer.

But be gentle with them. The trigger
mechanisms can be a little sensitive.

That's just what I'm looking
for in a bomb: Sensitivity.

We will have 10 minutes.

Once under water, Cpl.
Gossard will pinpoint...

the locations along the Bug tunnel
where charges need to be set.

Those of you remaining on deck with
me, high alert visual recon...

for any signs of enemy activity.

Radio detonator is operational.

- Golden Gate area is next.
- On our way.

Lt. Walker, incoming!

Lieutenant, trouble approaching!

Roughnecks, pulse rifles,
full engagement!

Sgt. Rico.

- You okay?
- Just a nick. Miss anything?

The Welcome Wagon. Get Doc
to take a look at that.

Clock's ticking, Goss.

That's the last one.

Blue Leader, this is Alpha Team.
Packages have been delivered.

Commence phase one. Repeat,
commence phase one.

Fifteen minutes. Ground troop
deployment should be complete.

Time for the fireworks.

We'll have three minutes to
reach the one-mile safe zone.

Initiating synchronised
detonator countdown now.

There's something
wrong with the timer.

It's not counting down!

Gossard, we have 20 minutes until
Sicon calls in that air strike.

I'm trying, LT, but I
didn't build the thing.

Okay. One of the charges below
us, it's malfunctioning.

The bombs are electronically
interdependent, like Christmas lights.

If one's out, the
whole string goes.

I'll go down, LT.

- I'm in.
- Ditto.

Negative. Gossard, stay on the radio
and monitor the detonator connections.

Flores, up top with the others. I'll need
your trigger finger if more Bugs come.

Rico, you and me.

Razak, I helped set those charges.
I should go.

Not with that leg.
Speed is everything.

Gossard, number
one charge reset.

- Not it.
- Number two charge reset.

- Negative.
- Number three?

Come on. Come on!

- Still not it.
- Still not it.

- I hate when you do that.
- Four, reset!

- Keep going!
- Charge number five, reset!

- Yes!
- Ten minutes.

Gossard, prepare for detonation.
Rico, surface now!

Yes!

Come on, LT! You're clear!

LT!

- Move!
- Lieutenant!

LT!

- Let go.
- Negative, sir!

No!

Rico!

No!

Johnny, no!

Sgt. Rico, where is Lt. Razak?

Gone.

- What?
- It cannot be.

No.

Gossard, detonate the charges.

Gossard, detonate, now!

Blue Leader, Operation
Washout is underway.

Sergeant, I'm sorry.

- He never left a man behind.
- Don't do this.

You made the right decision.

That's the kind of officer
Razak trained you to be.

Lt. Walker!

Emergency briefing in 10. Bugs
have hit a dozen more cities.

- It's bad.
- Understatement.

Would somebody please
tell me what we do now?

We had come to depend
on him so entirely.

Some of us weren't sure the sun would
rise without his giving the order.

Lt. Jean Razak...

died in the line of duty on day
210 of the final campaign...

the battle for planet Earth.

Now it was day 211, and
morning had broken.

Go figure.

- Where's Carl?
- Look, it's what we feared.

With the LT gone, MI is
splitting up the squad.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, man.

Carl just left for Sicon HQ in Honolulu,
and I have everyone else's orders here.

- How can they break up this unit?
- Tearing apart all he worked for.

How long before we must report?

Thirty-six hours.

Time enough for one
final mission.

I'm sorry I can't stay.

Fleet has me on near constant
troop redeployments.

Don't remind me.

I'll be back to pick you
up tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Carmen.

- How far to the lake?
- Farther than you can walk, you biped.

And don't even think
about hitching with me.

Sarge!

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but you're a sight for sore eyes.

- As if we don't have enough problems.
- Hey, nice wheels.

It ain't exactly an
all-terrain vehicle...

but that's not going to stop
me from paying my respects.

- Good to see you, Sarge.
- Yeah, you too, Sarge.

Man, was I
irreplaceable, or what?

So what's the problem? Can't
win a war without me?

I just want to make sure
we're headed the right way.

I'm just surprised to see a
whole MI squad in these parts.

We're here for a funeral.

Our lieutenant's last
will and testament...

requested his ashes be spread
over Luna Lake at sunrise.

Then you're the one that
officer is here to meet.

- Officer?
- Sgt. Rico, I presume.

Gen. Redwing.

- I've been trying to reach you since...
- I know.

I also know how much
Jean's men meant to him.

It'll be nice to share this
with people who knew him best.

Look, no disrespect intended, ma'am,
but I don't want to reminisce.

Sicon's splitting up Razak's
Roughnecks, and you have to stop them.

I'm sympathetic, but I'm
afraid I can't help.

- This is a good team!
- Lt. Razak told me as much.

But the war isn't going well.

I literally don't have another
lieutenant to assign to you.

Men as valuable as yourself,
Doc LaCroix, Jeff Gossard...

are needed to fill
vacancies in other units.

But you're together now
in a beautiful spot...

to pay tribute to
a beautiful man.

Appreciate what you
have while you have it.

This chair gives me a lousy
10-centimeter clearance off the ground.

- Do you want some help?
- Help?

I managed for months without
any help from you meatballs...

so don't go making me
your next sob story.

- I wasn't...
- Where's your camera anyway?

I thought it was
attached to your wrist.

I thought this should be
private, just for us.

Yeah, that's how I'd want it.

Which way, Sarge?

To the left.

Jean took me up here once.

How long have you... had
you known the lieutenant?

Since basic and our
first assignment.

Me and Jean and Charlie
Zim: The Three Musketeers.

But I wanted to make general, and
Jean left the service to teach.

Things slip away so easily.

You think you have all
the time in the world...

then one day, it's
just too late.

So, has the area changed much?

Something is different.

I just can't put
my finger on what.

Were there not animals the
last time you were here?

That's right. The silence. No
owls, no crickets, nothing.

Sound familiar?

I wish it didn't.

Bugs. Code red, Roughnecks.
Your orders, General?

I don't disagree with your
assessment, Sergeant.

But I hate to divert troops
to a non-combat zone...

based only on a suspicion
and a lack of noise.

Is there any way we
can get confirmation?

Workers and Tanker Worms.
Jackpot.

Bugs!

- Warriors at 9:00!
- Open fire!

Aim for their nerve clusters!

Easier said than done.

Hey, two years in, and I'm finally
getting the hang of this.

Retreat!

- Maintain the retreat.
- But Higgins...

We can't find them if we're dead.
Maintain retreat.

Come on, Apes!

We lost two men, and
we're low on firepower.

We need backup. T'Phai, you're
the only one with a radio.

Yes, but I did not bring
a satcom attachment.

Perfect.

Turn on your locator
beacon and try to send...

a message through the old man
at the Strawberry Park outpost.

You have to assume help
won't get here in time.

Agreed. Let's get to work.

I guess we're lucky to be alive.

I doubt it's luck. They're
saving us for something.

Alpha Team to Strawberry Park.
Come in, Strawberry Park.

We are in need of assistance
from the Mobile Infantry.

Strawberry Park, do you read?

- That's the worst blue jay I've ever heard.
- Bugs don't know that, General.

Don't worry. The Roughnecks
never leave a man behind.

You're describing Razak's Roughnecks.
And Jean Razak is gone.

Repeat, this is Alpha Team.
Steamboat Terminal, do you read?

Colonel, give it a rest. Help's
not coming anytime soon.

You never have been
one to ask for help.

And now I'm not worth helping.

Tonight's only proven what I guessed that
night I first woke up in the hospital:

I'm useless to you guys.
Worthless, damaged goods.

- You are none of those things.
- I'm worse.

- I'm a liability.
- Good news.

- Paperboy and Redwing are still alive.
- Listen up, Apes. We need a diversion.

Something to draw the Bugs away
so we can grab the hostages.

There'll be pursuit.

Not if we drop that
mountain on their heads.

Gossard, is there any way
we can blow the thing?

I have nothing to
work with here.

Brutto, I need your chair.

- Rico should just leave me sitting here.
- Roughnecks never leave a man behind.

I'm not a Roughneck anymore.
I'm not even a man anymore.

- I agree.
- Huh?

You are no longer a Roughneck.

But the problem is not
here, it is here.

That should do it.

I pulled two power packs
from the chair...

and left the reserve packs so
Sarge can still get around.

- Will this work?
- Anybody's guess.

With a little rewiring and
a well-placed laser...

I think I can rig
the packs to blow.

We can use one as a diversion and
one to bring down the rocks.

We hope.

Those Bugs better not look up.

We'll go when Gossard
is in position.

- Sergeant!
- Yeah?

There is a complication.

That's what this night was
lacking: A Brain Bug.

We can't let it near Redwing.
She knows too much.

We're not waiting for Gossard.
T'Phai, open fire on that Brain.

Sergeant, a Brain Bug does not
have a single nerve cluster.

I cannot guarantee a
kill from this distance.

Pvt. T'Phai, if you cannot
exterminate the Brain...

you must terminate Gen. Redwing.

That is an order, Private.

Sarge, hold on. Have
Doc blow his package.

Gossard's not in position yet,
and we can't afford to wait.

Don't have to. I'm motorized,
and it's a clear slope down.

I can get in and out
faster than you or Flores.

- How does that help?
- If Brutto makes the grab...

it frees us to provide cover
fire from multiple locations.

If the Bugs stay confused,
they'll be in place...

when Gossard's ready to
drop the house on them.

Kind of jumping the
gun here, ain't you?

It's starting. You ready?

Not for that.

Rico, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Ramming speed!

All aboard!

Okay, idiot...

now where do you shoot from?

Move over. You're
blocking my view.

This is insane.

What's the matter?
Want to live forever?

Scour the debris for crawlies.

Pvt. T'Phai, move in
and assist the squad.

Sir, yes, sir!

You heard the general. Move
that Skinnie butt of yours!

Yes, sir, Sgt. Brutto.

All right, Apes. We still
have pests to control.

Rico.

Thanks for the save, Sergeant.
I'm not complaining...

but you should have killed me to
keep what I know from that Brain.

That was plan B.

Very good.

There's no way I'm allowing a unit
this effective to be split up.

- You'll assign us a new lieutenant?
- No. I don't have one to spare.

- Then...
- I'm offering you a battlefield promotion.

Me, an LT?

But what about officers'
training school and all that?

You can play cadet
when the war is over.

- Do you want the job or not?
- Not.

But I'll take it till I'm history
or you find someone better.

You weren't at the rendezvous, so I
followed T'Phai's locator beacon.

- Thanks. It's been a long night.
- Tell me later. We have to go.

Not just yet.

Lt. Jean Razak died in the
line of duty on day 210...

of the battle for planet Earth.

His last request was that we drop his
ashes over Luna Lake at sunrise.

It was day 212, and sunrise
had long since passed...

but we figured the
LT would understand.

ETA for Kazakhstan: 25 minutes.

The destruction of Buenos Aires
weighs heavily on the minds...

of citizens and civilians worldwide,
while ongoing battles on more...

than 100 fronts have exhausted
planetary resources and morale.

Didn't even use my piece
on Rico's promotion.

Lt. Rico. Never saw that coming.

- Not jealous, are you?
- Of Rico's new bars? No way.

I mean, I want my own piece
of the pie someday...

but we both know Rico's
earned every bite of his.

Lt. Rico to the cockpit.

Born leader.

Baby Brutto in the infantry?

I wanted nothing but
the best for my boy.

Too bad he had to settle
for the Roughnecks.

At least we'll finally have someone
qualified to run for coffee.

Thanks, Sarge. We owe you.

Without you, we
are not the same.

Turns out a Purple Heart
gives a guy a few cards.

I played every one to get
Max in with you guys.

He has to get out alive.

We will protect him.

You, T'Phai.

As if he were my own child.

Change of plans. We're being
re-routed to Honolulu.

- Honolulu? Sicon HQ?
- What is it?

I don't know, but it's big.

They're evacuating the
entire civilian population.

Day 213 of the final campaign...

the battle for planet Earth.

It had only been three days since Lt.
Razak's death...

but things were happening fast.

Carl should be around here...

Oh, man! It's Zim.

- Who?
- Our drill sergeant in basic.

There was an accident.

Zim nearly bought the
farm saving Rico.

At ease.

Congratulations on
your promotion, sir.

Yeah, thanks, Sergeant.

Nice to see you in one piece.

Sir, I am fit. And the incident to
which you allude is forgotten, sir.

Great.

It is good to see you again, Sergeant.
But away from Camp Curry?

Curry's been shuttered. We've trained
every able body we're going to find.

I'm chaperoning this batch
of borderline washouts...

en route to their new mamas.

- Like I need a baby-sitter.
- Zip it, Private!

Sir, this is Pvt. Max Brutto,
assigned to your unit.

His old man was your
top kick, I believe.

- Gone, but not forgotten.
- Where's his replacement?

Some shoes are hard to fill.
Others are impossible.

All right, Private, I'm
leaving you in good hands.

Don't squirm. The rest
of you runts, follow me!

I am Pvt. T'Phai.

Right. Yeah, Dad
told me about you.

Best Skinnie in the infantry.
Real high praise.

Okay, listen. Every psychic in Sicon
is predicting a major attack on HQ.

Probably from the south.

Why else put a green LT
as far north as possible?

- But we still need to be alert.
- Sir, yes, sir!

Gossard, Doc, prep your marauders.
Flores and Higgins, set up camp.

T'Phai, Brutto, start
digging a line of foxholes.

Me? With him? Couldn't
I do something else?

Fine, Private. I'll
dig with T'Phai.

Take a nap, if that
suits you better.

Fed-Net is going to cut to me live,
the minute something happens.

My good side.

One more bath than
his pop ever took.

Hey, my dad's a war hero.

It is best to accept these
remarks graciously.

Back off! The last thing I need is
advice from Marvin the Martian.

- T'Phai's proven himself.
- He's a Roughneck.

- More than we can say for you.
- I never asked to be a stinking Roughneck.

Kamikazes. Kamikazes at 10:00!

- I don't have my weapon!
- You're covered! Move!

We're being flanked!

- Reporting for duty.
- What are you doing here?

Sir, you were short a top kick.
Got myself assigned, sir.

- You're reporting to me?
- Sir, yes, sir.

It looks like I'm right on time.

LT, we've got to move!

- Fall back to the outpost?
- Yes, sir. I'll take point.

Fall back, Roughnecks!
LT's orders.

- Zim? My nightmare continues.
- Join the club.

Marauders, firewall!

Sir, yes, sir!

The outpost is overrun!

- Sir, we can't hold this position.
- What? Now?

Fed-Net wants me on the air.

We are live at Kaena Point, across
the island of Oahu from Sicon HQ.

- The enemy's converging from all sides.
- Sir, what are your orders?

Sir!

Lieutenant?

Technical difficulties.

Timber!

The first wave heads inland.

Guess they do what
they set out to do.

Now what?

Lieutenant wants options.
Let's hear them now.

We still need cover.

If the Bugs aren't
using that outpost...

Right, right. Let's
take it back!

You heard the man. Doors
are around front.

Flores, Brutto, T'Phai,
to the left with me.

The rest of you, follow
the leader to the right.

I've got to learn the
rest of their names.

Secure the outpost,
top to bottom.

Nice call, Lieutenant.

Yeah, I'm a genius.

Not good.

Just an old bomb shelter.
All clear.

LT, Bugs are still heading south
toward Honolulu. Lots of them.

Shouldn't we alert Sicon, let
them know their flank's exposed?

Good luck.

This tower relays all
communications for half of Oahu.

When it's down, we might as
well try two cups and a string.

Maybe Doc and I can raise the
antenna and re-establish com.

Try.

Get under it! Get under it!

I'm blowing fuses
left and right!

Lieutenant, the
Bugs have U-turned!

We're on our way.

Look alive, Apes.

- We can't restore it without backup!
- Don't hold your breath.

LT, you coming or not?

Gossard's down. The tower...
I can't hold it.

Johnny!

Doc, Gossard, abandon the tower!

Get off the roof!

Doc, Gossard, repeat,
get off the roof!

Easier said than done.

Come on.

This is what I was meant to do.
This is all I'm good for.

Thank you, gentlemen.

You clear upstairs?

Bugs have moved on again.

All they seem to care
about is the tower.

- Hey, watch it with that thing!
- I simply wish to help.

- I don't need your help.
- Private.

I don't need a guardian angel.
How about a battle plan instead?

The Bugs are making us look like idiots.
What's with the LT?

It's like the only Roughneck worth
a lick was the dead guy, Razak.

I'm going to tear that jerk... Johnny,
you're not buying that garbage.

It's his first battle.
He's scared.

Besides, the guy's a Brutto: Foot
genetically inserted in mouth.

- No one else is saying...
- They're thinking it.

I'm thinking it. I'm not Razak.

No one's asking you to be Razak.
We have faith in Rico.

And we'll put our lives
on the line to prove it.

That's the problem, Diz. I'm
going to get you all killed.

Lieutenant, how do you
want the men deployed?

I am assigning myself guard
duty on the balcony.

Everything else, Sgt.
Zim, is your call.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Speak all you want. Take charge.
I am begging you.

Not what I want. Not why I came.

You need to know
some hard facts:

One, you were assigned to me in
basic, per an arrangement made...

by your high school
teacher, Jean Razak.

Two, you were assigned to the
Roughnecks per an arrangement made...

by your basic training
instructor, me.

Jean and I were
friends a long time.

We usually saw eye to eye,
and you were no exception.

From day one, we had you
pegged as a leader.

Why?

Look at you. You're young, but
in every way that counts.

You couldn't be more like
Jean Razak if you tried.

What if you were wrong?
What if Razak was wrong?

If you respect Jean Razak
as much as you claim...

you won't be concerned
with proving him wrong.

Listen up! We're taking
another run at that tower.

But this time, we're
going to be prepared.

Higgins, Zim, down here
guarding the front with me.

Diz, you're on the roof.
Cover Doc and Goss.

Brutto and T'Phai, watch our
flank from the balcony.

And, Private, you do everything
the colonel tells you.

T'Phai, if he doesn't, feel
free to use him as a shield.

Acknowledged.

What's the matter, Apes? You
want to live forever? Move it!

Sir, yes, sir!

Incoming!

Tower's up!

Alpha Team to Blue Leader.
Kaena Point has been overrun.

Expect a large-scale
attack from the north.

This is Blue Leader, Alpha.

Reporting mass invasions from
north, south, east and west.

HQ has been abandoned. Oahu is lost.
All troops are being evacuated.

We are under heavy siege
at the Kaena outpost.

- We'll do our best to retrieve...
- Rico, is that you?

- Carmen?
- I'm coming. ETA, six minutes.

LT, every Bug in the
universe is partying here.

No way Carmen can land.

Goss, how fast can you
blow up this taco stand?

One charge attached to the generator
will send it to Kamehameha.

But doesn't that defeat the
purpose of raising the tower?

Tower's done its job.

Get off the roof,
all three of you.

- Hey, what about us?
- Can't let the Bugs know our plans.

You and T'Phai have to hold
position until Gossard's done.

- We're toast.
- We are not toast. I made a promise.

Initiating detonator
countdown now.

T'Phai, Brutto...

downstairs now!

- How do we get down?
- We jump.

Doc, fall back!

You are your father's son.

You bet your Skinnie butt!

This shelter will withstand
the explosion, right?

You're asking me now?

Rico's Roughnecks held out
longer and did more damage...

than any other squad.

- You should be proud.
- Rico's Roughnecks.

Did you lose your
bars in battle?

It's coming.

- Carl, it already came.
- No, it hasn't begun.

But Carl was only half right.

The end was near.

The final battle...

humanity's last stand...

was just around the corner.