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Although the end of the Cold War

has eliminated the threat of mutual destruction,

it has brought on a new and equally terrifying one,

nuclear terrorism.

This week in Beijing, China,

Russian President Boris Yeltsin and Chinese President Jiang Zemin

signed a historic agreement to help curb the smuggling of plutonium

and nuclear components between their countries.

And at the NATO summit in Brussels,

President Clinton praised the ongoing reduction

of weapons in the former Soviet Union.

The agreement that the United States will sign with Ukraine and Russia

will also make a major contribution

to reducing the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction.

I believe President Kravchuk will honor the deal.

They've already started to dismantle the missiles.

The question that remains

is what happens to the various components of these missiles...

...once they've been disassembled.

Unfortunately, international crime syndicates

are making millions selling plutonium and other nuclear components

to Third World countries eager to get the bomb.

These materials are stored in warehouses throughout Russia and the Ukraine.

Government officials are not even sure how much of it they have.

Barry Wilkes, NATO Headquarters, Brussels.

They're just fetching water.

What about the dock assignment?

- We're in. - Commercial operating license?

Check.

Our boy comes through again. Now, we're talking.

All we need is a year's supply of suntan lotion,

and we are in the breeze, brother.

Tahiti. Hawaii. Anywhere the fuck outta here.

Where else you wanna go?

I don't care. Just bring a towel.

- As long we're partying with some ladies. - That's it.

Looking out at the cool blue.

- You know it. - Getting sunburned, fat.

You're gonna look good fat, man.

Hey, where the hell are these party favors?

I think they forgot about us.

Negative. I'll check on our guests.

Let's see what you're doing up there.

All right, you're cool. How about your buddy?

Where are you?

That's good.

Yeah, keep coming. Keep coming.

Nice. Keep coming.

What are you doing?

Don't talk.

Sweet.

Here comes the pimp.

Here comes the General.

Where are my guards?

Hang in there, Mikey.

Come on, boys.

Now, my triggers.

Nuclear triggers.

Come on, General.

Go! Go!

Shit.

Run, Mikey, run!

Come on, Mikey! I got you!

Nice job. Welcome back.

That boat is sounding better, you know?

You ain't lying.

Here. Take a look.

Let me take a look.

Fuckers are killing each other.

Take a look.

Mikey. Mikey, they're coming down the hill, man.

Just give me a second.

- You about done? - Give me a second, God damn it!

They ain't bringing cold beer!

Coding.

Good. Jones, it's coded. Let's go! Let's go!

Go!

Mikey, come on!

Come on, Mike!

Mama!

Get down!

They shot me, Mike. They got me.

Get me up! Come on.

Come on. Come on.

We're home, Jonesy baby.

Soon as I rig up, you just grab on, you understand?

Let me keep these guys down.

Give me your hand, man. Give me your hand!

I'm fucked up.

What are you talking about? Give me your hand.

No.

Jonesy, don't fuck around. We don't have time.

You got the best chance of getting the football off the field! Now go!

Forget that! Give me your hand!

You're already out there! Now, go!

Jonesy, get down here! Jonesy!

Bye, Mike.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, easy.

Jonesy!

Where the hell are the triggers?

- I dropped them but they're off the field. - What?

- We got to go back, there's a man inside. - Negative! Let's get the hell out of here!

What are you talking about? Jones is still in there!

The op was nuclear triggers, not Jones.

I don't give a shit! Turn this thing around!

We gotta go back, and we're gonna get him out.

- Let's get out of here! - What the fuck are you doing?

- I'm writing him off. - No.

Fuck! You son of a bitch!

You know the rules of the game! He's a dead man!

- Turn it around! - Let's go!

All right, guys, undo the lines. Let's shove off.

Come on, Lady Zen.

Hey, skipper,

I ain't paying while we sit here while you're trying to start this canoe.

No problem. Just give me a minute.

All right. Just get the hamster back on the wheel, all right?

Good one.

- Asshole. - Hey, Manson family member,

bring me up a beer.

About time.

Son of a bitch!

Let me give you a hand there, Chiquita banana.

I promise I won't bruise you.

Later, cutie.

- No, come on, let's start with the front. - No.

Hey, cowboy, keep your hands to yourself.

Up yours, skipper!

Shit!

- Not again. - What happened?

Son of a...

I think you killed him!

Yeah, he's dead all right, dead drunk.

- Could have used that money. - Another late payment.

Can they repo boats?

Donny, up top!

- Get this piece of shit off my boat. - Yes, sir!

- Luther, give him a hand. - Yes, sir.

Hey, Church, go downstairs and check the fuel pump.

All right.

Yes! Hey, Chique, Donny,

listen to that baby purr! We're back in business!

It's nice to see you, too, Weston.

I'm gonna go down and get another beer.

I suggest you be gone by the time I get back.

Hey, you might want to take a look at this.

So, two of them come on at once, and I ain't touch nobody's girl.

And all of a sudden, fwop! One goes into splits.

One bottled water, please.

Did he say "bottled water"?

Soldier boy.

Nothing like a handsome wool-polyester blend to help beat the heat, huh?

Say "grunt."

Do I know you?

No, you're just an ugly reminder

of a nightmare we once lived, Sergeant...

Blakely.

You were Marines?

Hella strange, but true.

You're what they call washouts.

Careful, Sarge. You'll find out why we washed out firsthand.

And you wouldn't want that.

Hey, check it out. Tight-ass brass, five o'clock.

Hey, that's Colonel Wolfe to you, beach bum.

This prison is in Kwong Li?

Yeah, it's a couple of miles from that bridge where your op when sour.

Intelligence thinks our friend, the General,

is trying to process weapons-grade plutonium in that shithole.

Surprised you haven't leveled the place.

I planned on it.

And then last week, one of our satellites shot those.

And I realized, "If that's Jones, then..."

It's him.

Why are you here, Wolfe?

Do you need a positive I.D. on Jones,

or do you need me to go back in and get him?

Look, if it were up to me, I wouldn't even be here.

But it seems you two got some fans at Langley and at the Pentagon.

Whoopee-fucking-doo.

That and the fact that you're expendable make you the ripest candidate

for this shit mission.

Besides, you might get a second shot at those triggers.

We don't have much intelligence on the prison.

It seems that nobody that goes in there comes out alive.

I want into Lang Son.

I want a chopper at a designated point ten minutes from my radio signal.

And I want to be left alone.

Done deal.

I'm gonna be at the consulate.

But remember, you're not supposed to be in there,

and neither is Jones, so you fuck this one up, you're on your own.

- Hey, I may live just to piss you off. - I doubt it.

Hey, Wolfe!

This warm and fuzzy attitude, it's not like you.

How come you didn't just take out Jones and the whole place

with one big bang?

I couldn't get it approved.

I thought you said you weren't taking any more missions.

It's not a mission.

- Bullshit, man, we saw the brass. - How long you gonna be gone?

You can't just go. I mean, what are we gonna do?

What am I, a God damn baby-sitter?

I don't know what you're gonna do. Plenty of nothing is my guess.

I should be back in a couple of weeks.

Other than that, it's a need-to-know basis, okay?

Here. Keep her clean and running, all right?

No, no, no. I'm busy.

Cab, mister?

You got air conditioning?

It's good to see you, my friend.

Long time, no see.

Yeah, long time.

Long time.

I saw her first.

Wait. What...

Excuse me. I'm looking for the owner of that boat.

You've found him.

That's strange. I thought Mike Weston owned that boat.

He does.

We do. We own a boating operation of sorts.

I gave him the week off.

You know Mike?

Yeah, but I didn't catch your name.

It's Kat. My friends call me Kat.

But you can call me Katherine.

Humor.

Ding, ding.

Round two.

I bet she's gonna mess him up.

You're on, Chique.

Perhaps you and I could go out for a little sunset cruise.

Look, I really need to see Mike Weston.

How about a drink? Chique, put two daiquiris on my tab.

What tab?

She's kidding.

- What did you say your name was again? - Donny.

Donny. Donny. Donny, I need to ask you some questions,

and you need to answer them.

And if you persist with this lame line of yours,

I'm gonna have to hurt you.

Bad.

Hey, I'm here for you.

How about that drink?

My name is Katherine Weston,

and I'm looking for my brother, Mike Weston.

Mike has a sister?

If he did, that'd be her.

That is his boat out there.

I'd like to go onboard.

I think I'll take you out to the boat now.

Good boy.

Bullshit!

Is this all you have?

All right.

All right, set a meeting between me and the Triads.

Tell them I need a detailed map of the prison at Kwong Li.

Get me something I can use, Phred.

Sure, but they are dangerous.

I'll get some men to go with you.

- No, no. - Okay, just you and me.

Listen, you just set the meeting,

then you and I don't talk anymore in Vietnam.

I want to help break Jonesy out.

Who said anything about Jonesy?

Stop bullshitting me, Mike.

The two of you went into Kwong Li, and only one of you came out.

Now you want to break somebody out of Kwong Li Prison.

Here.

- What's this? - A ticket and some money.

You're taking a vacation, Phred.

A nice, long vacation in Tahiti.

You leave tomorrow morning. I've arranged it so you get through.

- You need me in Vietnam, Mike. - God damn it, Phred, listen to me.

You're getting on that plane first thing tomorrow morning, you understand?

Promise me you're gonna be on that plane.

Okay, okay.

What?

You sound like you don't want to come back.

Mike hasn't called home or written in over a year.

My mom's been having a fit.

- Do you guys have the key to this room? - No.

- That's Mike's room. - Out of my way.

Look, you really shouldn't be doing this.

I'm his kid sister. What's he gonna do?

Actually, we're not concerned for you.

Yeah, it's our collective asses he's gonna kick.

Who's that?

That's Jonesy.

He and your brother were our special tactics training officers.

You were in the military?

Why does everybody keep saying that?

Maybe he can help us find Mike.

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Check.

So, how come you guys aren't in uniform now?

It was time to leave.

Yeah, and get kicked out.

We had this asshole sergeant who didn't like us very much.

No.

One night, he and his buddies decided to beat the shit out of us.

Which they didn't.

But he did have us arrested for beating his ass.

- That's true. - Why aren't you guys in jail now?

We would be if it wasn't for your brother.

Only one that believed us over the Sarge.

To freedom.

May our days be long and lazy!

Checkmate.

So, what do you guys do now?

We work for your brother. We're crewing on his boat.

We're just hanging out in Tahiti for a while.

And soon we shall sail around the world.

When?

I don't know.

Whenever the time is right, I guess.

Looks like you guys have got yourselves some company.

Nightie-night.

I'm coming!

No! Jonesy!

Jonesy!

Police! Sit down! Sit down!

Okay, okay. Okay, easy. Take it easy.

Be cool.

Sir, we found nothing.

Check the bathroom.

Sir, we found this.

You got to be kidding.

Wake up, slugs!

Wake up, slugs!

Urgent phone call for you at the bar.

Wait, wait, wait. Slow down, slow down.

Who is this? Phred? Phred with a "P"? Okay.

Shit.

What? What is it? Is it Mike?

Mike's been arrested.

Good morning, Agent Weston.

Or Mike, if I may.

Would you happen to know

what is the mandatory sentence

for smuggling drugs into my country?

More than a slap on the wrist, I'm sure.

Life.

But just like the Chief of Police,

the honorable judge here,

he's a good friend of mine.

He's going to hand down a death sentence.

You might wanna run that by the U.S. consulate first.

A CIA agent is sneaking back into my country with false identification?

But I'm in no hurry to have you killed.

As a matter of fact,

I am prepared to have you flown back to Tahiti.

Guess I'll be on my way then, huh?

Give me back the nuclear triggers that you stole from me.

Intelligence has it that you secured these triggers

in a case with a self-destruct mechanism.

And that case never left Vietnam.

Nuclear triggers?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Weston, why do you think you are here,

to save Jones?

Where is he?

Give me back the triggers,

and the two of you can fly out together.

Together? Is Jones sitting next to me,

or is he in a body bag in cargo?

My guess is that we're both in body bags, right?

Mike...

Listen to me.

The war between our countries,

America and Vietnam, it's over now.

Believe me when I tell you we are not arming

against the United States.

General...

You have been given some false intelligence.

The triggers did make it back to my superiors.

I've got nothing to give you.

Neither does Jones, but you probably already know that, right?

I see.

How regrettable.

You failed to take advantage

of this small conversation between you and me.

Because, I fear,

it will be a lot messier if you have to talk later.

This man here,

he is Dr. Liu.

Mike, he is not really a doctor.

Don't shoot! I need him alive!

Sound the general alarm! The prisoner is on the loose!

Mama!

- Phred with a "P." - You Donny?

Yeah, yeah, let's go. U.S. consulate, now.

Phred, I advise you not to question her.

You're going to do what she wants you to do anyway.

That way, no one gets hurt.

Son of a bitch!

Put him in the truck!

You're going home, your new home.

Okay, guys, I'll wait right here for you.

All right, kid.

Okay, so, who do we talk to here?

Look who's here.

What the hell are you misfits doing here?

Look, we need to talk to your colonel now,

so why don't you pick up your little phone there and...

Get him and his pleasant demeanor out here, soldier boy?

I'm not with them,

but I do wish to see the Colonel, Sergeant...

Blakely, ma'am.

You see, Sergeant,

my brother, a highly-decorated Marine,

is in some sort of trouble here in Vietnam,

and I really need to talk with your colonel.

You keep that bunch corralled,

I'll see what I can do.

The U.S. government is doing everything they can to get him out of this mess.

Our attaché is running back and forth.

Look, my brother is no dope dealer.

Your being here is not a help, Miss Weston.

If anything, you're going to attract the foreign press.

- Good. - No, not good.

"Ex-Marine drug addict caught with heroin in Vietnam."

- Drug addict? - A headline like that

is not going to get him any sympathy.

Now, the best thing that you can all do for him right now is to leave.

I've already arranged for your travel.

You what?

Sergeant Blakely here will escort you.

You are so full of...

We know that you brought Mike here.

Sergeant Blakely,

escort our friends here to the conference room

so they can wait for their ride.

Yes, sir.

They're not going to help him, you know that.

Is this your attempt to cheer me up, soothe me?

Sorry.

Good afternoon, Sergeant.

Luther, give me a cigarette.

- What? - Give me a cigarette.

What, I can't go out for a smoke?

Go ahead.

Jonesy.

Jonesy!

Mike?

Get against the bars if you want to keep your boots.

You know we're their fucking entertainment!

They enjoy the show!

You know!

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm here to rescue you.

You're doing a great job so far.

Yeah, you should have told me you were having a party.

Right.

I wish to God you weren't here.

I don't know why I'm not dead.

Why is he keeping me alive, Mikey?

Why does Nguy keep asking me about his nuke triggers?

I blew it, Jonesy.

I dropped the ball.

The triggers never made it back.

Come on. Move it!

Here! Here! Over here!

Faster!

Son of a bitch!

- Move it! They're getting away! - Come on!

Come on, back up! Back up!

Get out of the way!

Phred, they're on your tail!

Phred, look out!

One down! One down!

Go! Faster! Get 'em!

Tight ass is back.

- The beer! The beer! - Phred wants the beer.

- He wants a drink? - No, I mean the bottles! The bottles!

No, he means the bottles! The bottles!

- The bottles! - The bottles!

Look out! Look out for the bottles.

Slow down. Slow down, Phred.

One, two, three!

Soldier boy!

Son of a...

Look at you!

Now, listen, you got to tell me what the hell's going on, Phred.

Why did Mike come back to Lang Son?

Come on, Phreddy, you're not helping him now, you're hurting him.

They're going to kill him, man.

Mike came here to break someone out of Kwong Li Prison.

The place he's being held in now?

Who? Who was he going to break out?

His name is Jones.

Jonesy's alive?

How close is Nguy to weapons-grade plutonium?

I don't know, Mike.

He's got a bunch of guys moving around a lot of toxic shit.

Is he going to be able to reverse-engineer the triggers if he gets ahold of them?

Mike, don't.

I don't want to think about this stuff.

I mean, I don't want to hear this stuff.

I can't hold this kind of information.

Jonesy, I'm not giving you any information.

No, I...

Mike, you're a lot tougher than I am.

I mean, there's stuff going on around...

There's stuff going on around here!

Okay, okay, okay, relax. Take a breath.

Take a breath.

I just need to hear what you know to get us out.

I know...

It's okay. Forget it. We'll talk about it later.

- One step at a time. - Okay.

Listen, you holding out okay?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

It's good to see you.

Back together again, right, Jonesy?

- Just like old times, huh? - Yeah.

Yeah, there's the Jonesy I know.

The light that comes through those windows

this time of day is so beautiful,

you can almost float away on it.

Sometimes...

Sometimes, I just float away on it.

Yeah.

No.

What's on the program here?

What is it? What is it?

You just hang in there, Mike.

Don't think about me. Just hang in there.

Wait. Wait. Hey.

- Let me go. Stay out of this. - Jonesy... Hey.

What's going on here?

Wow, this place is creepy.

Nobody wants to come here. That's why it's safe.

Come on, guys.

We're all set.

Tomorrow morning, we buy the plan of the prison.

Mike left me some cash.

Thank you, Phred.

One thing.

These men selling the plan are dangerous.

- Triad. - Gangsters.

- Great. - Great.

Would you happen to know how much plutonium will it take to blow up,

say, New York City?

You set that off in Central Park,

they probably won't be trading on Wall Street the next morning.

Really, Mike, I like you,

but I still have to have my triggers.

You are wasting your time.

Let's get it on.

You going to work me over personally,

or do you just like to watch?

Nobody is going to work you over.

Oh, my God.

The smell...

It takes time before you get used to it.

But we're lucky, there is a little breeze tonight.

Hey, Mike.

Hey, Jonesy. I'm right here.

Apparently, you did not tell your friend what I need to know.

Now I'm appealing to you directly.

Where are the triggers and what is the code?

Fuck 'em, Mike. Don't tell the bastards a thing.

- Mike? - Go to hell, you sicko.

They can't hurt me, right, Mike?

'Cause I've been here too many times, right, Mike?

Come on, tell me.

Mike, come on, say it!

That's right, they can't hurt you, Jonesy.

That's right.

I'm not feeling a thing, right?

Right, right. They can't hurt you. No way. You're the man.

That's right, I'm the man.

I just roll it up in a big blue ball, right, Mike,

and roll it on out of here, right, Mike?

That's right, Jonesy.

No!

Jonesy! Jonesy!

Jonesy. Jonesy, can you hear me?

God damn it.

I'm beginning to lose my patience with you.

You don't even amuse me anymore.

I'm going to rip your fucking heart out.

I have no heart.

Dr. Liu, proceed.

- Don't! No! - All right! All right.

I'll give you the triggers.

I'll give you the fucking triggers.

You will tell me where they are and you will give me the code.

No. No! I'll take you to them, both of us!

I give you the triggers, you let us go.

I'm not going to leave him here with that animal.

No way.

Deal.

Set it up. There's four of them.

He wants to see the money.

Yeah, what do we get for the money?

Map of the prison, the guard schedule.

It's the same plan they used to break out his cousin.

- Totally guaranteed. - How much?

How much you got?

Excellent. You stick with them.

I'm going to call Captain Fau

and have every single one of them deported. Right.

Yes, it's Mike Weston's sister.

Look, I think we can avoid an ugly situation

if your local police would escort them to a plane.

Yes, Colonel Wolfe.

We'll take them immediately to the airport.

Thank you, Colonel Wolfe. Thank you.

- Cool! - Now that we got the plans,

can you get us some weapons?

You have no weapons?

Shit.

Please empty your pockets of all valuables,

jewelry, and watches, too.

So long, clown people.

Fuck.

Church!

Phreddy, what the fuck was this all about?

These are General Nguy's men.

I suggest we go now.

How the hell did they find us?

Good guy coming out!

Good guy coming out.

Holy shit.

Sarge, I saw you take care of some shit out there and we thank you for it.

But we've got guns now and we're not going with you.

Let's go on river. I've got a boat there.

- Hang up. - I'm not trying to hold you. I swear.

Did you hear me?

Colonel Wolfe, the situation here is

a lot worse than I thought.

You're an idiot. He doesn't give a shit.

Get them on the plane!

The police didn't show, soldiers did.

Look, Sergeant, I'm going to let you in on a little something,

Mike Weston is expendable,

and we don't give a damn about his sister or those kids, either.

Sir, they're escaping.

You bringing reinforcements?

You got one.

- I'm coming with you. - No way, sweetheart.

Fuck it, man. Take him.

Fine.

One thing?

I owed you that.

- I'm going to rip your face... - Hey, knock it off!

God, like there wasn't enough testosterone in this place already?

Hey! Hey, are you a dog?

How about you? Scumbag!

You a major scumbag?

You don't understand a word I'm saying to you, do you?

No. Hey, Jonesy, you hear me?

What, Mike?

This is it. We're on.

- What are you talking about? - We're getting the hell out of here.

I can't. I'm too tired.

You don't have to do anything. Just follow my lead.

No, you make your move.

I don't want to slow you down.

Six miles to the pickup. Six miles.

I'll carry you if I have to.

We on?

Hey, hey! We on?

- Yeah, we're on. - That a boy.

Hey, Phred, how far away is the prison?

Six miles, maybe seven.

Pull these things over.

We go the rest of the way on foot.

Why? We're cruising in style.

We're too close to the prison to be on this river.

Jughead, who put you in charge?

If you want to get out of this thing alive,

we've got to start functioning as a military unit.

I knew this was going to happen. Big man had to take control.

We should have shot him back at the warehouse.

All right, we'll vote.

Vote? We don't need to vote.

Look out!

Get down! Get down!

Turn around! Turn around now!

Get to the shore!

Jump! Jump!

Mr. Nguy, you want me going down the hole,

you're going to have to take these off.

What's it going to be?

Can't rappel down a hole with cuffs on, can you, now, Jonesy?

Now!

In the hole!

My hands!

- Come on! Come on! - Which way?

Go, go.

Hurry up with those ropes! They might escape again!

Drop them! Drop the ropes! Now go!

Mike, the cuffs.

Hold your fire, killer!

Hold your fire.

They're all dead.

Direct hit.

- We had to bail. - They knew we were coming.

You know the shit they say about your life flashing before your eyes?

I saw it all, man.

I'm such a loser.

Where's Kat?

Come on.

- Way too high. - I know.

Doing it.

- Take a deep breath and follow me. - Okay.

Give me the code.

We'll get rid of this box, and we're out of here.

Triggers don't come out until we're off the field. You know that?

No. It'll only slow us down.

- Give it to me. I'll carry it. - No!

Give me the code.

We'll leave the triggers here. He'll let us go.

What are you talking about?

Mike, I'm trying to save us.

Give me the box.

No! No! Give me the code!

- Give me the box. - No!

Here! Here's the triggers!

Here! Here's the triggers!

Here! Here!

Here they are! Come and get them!

Here's the triggers!

The code!

The code.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

That's them.

But no Kat. I say we wait.

We wait, maybe she dies.

Maybe we wait, and we find out where she is down there.

Maybe they find us.

We dig in for the night.

Disappear. I'm digging in now.

I vote we wait.

Yeah, me, too.

I don't fucking believe what I'm hearing.

What if we go in and we can't find her?

It's not like we're going to get a second chance.

Hey, man, he was fully right about the boats.

Come on, man. Just 'cause he's a sarge doesn't make him wrong.

I don't know about Church being the voice of reason, man.

Yeah, it's not attractive on him at all.

He's right. Let's dig in.

Home, sweet home.

He would've let us go, you know.

Let us go?

Do you think he was going to let us just walk out?

Bullshit!

As soon as he gets the code, we're dead!

Maybe.

Nice cheap shot, Mike.

Why? Why did you give him the triggers?

Who gives a fuck who has the triggers?

You think the CIA or Colonel Wolfe gives a shit about you or me?

No, this has nothing to do with Wolfe!

This has to do with doing the right thing!

Think of all the people he's going to kill with those triggers.

Personally, I don't care if he blows up this whole country...

- Man... - ...because I'm not going to be here.

He's not even close to having weapons-grade plutonium,

and without that, the triggers are useless.

Listen to yourself.

Man, listen to yourself.

You say it over and over, and maybe you'll start believing it.

Maybe I'm not thinking too clearly right now,

but I'll tell you one thing, partner!

A year of fucking torture will do that to you!

You gave me up, didn't you?

You gave them my name.

You saw what they did to me.

You saw.

I never would've given you up.

Never!

Yeah, I gave you up, Mikey.

I told them I once had a good friend

named Mike Weston.

And you dropped the football!

Because of you, they kept me alive!

Because of you, I went through a year of hell!

You fucked up, Mikey.

It should've been you in here for the last year.

Not me.

Don't you think I know that?

Don't you think I've thought about that every night for the last year?

You're right.

It should've been me.

Yeah. It should've been me.

I've had my shower. Where's breakfast?

Gentlemen, such a lovely day outside.

I'm inviting you for a stroll.

Jones?

- He gave you the code? - Yeah.

Well?

Hey, guys.

If you got a plan, we're with you, Sarge.

We better make it fast.

An American girl?

It's my kid sister.

Mike, my patrol,

they found your friends from Tahiti.

Hold fire!

Now the choice is yours.

This,

or this.

- No. no, no. - 11-15-60.

11-15-60.

That's your code.

Your birthday?

You will open it for me.

Open it.

Open it!

Wait, wait.

01...

08...

35.

Elvis's birthday.

What you have helped happen is nothing to be ashamed of.

You, your friends,

your sister,

all of you will not have died in vain.

Defend the bunker!

Kat, get down! Get down!

All right, everybody stay alert!

Base, this is General Nguy.

Laboratory under attack.

Send in reinforcements now!

Donny? Here, Donny.

Get him in the truck. Come on. Come on.

Here we go.

All right, listen up.

Two miles down the road, there's a clearing.

- You wait for us there, you understand? - Yeah.

- Give me the gun. - See you, Luther.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Go, go!

- That's all? - I don't hear no fat lady.

She ain't singing to me.

- Firecracker? - Yeah.

- You ever get that boat? - Yeah.

- Nice? - Sweet.

Time for reinforcements.

You read my mind.

Son of a bitch!

Hang on, guys!

Lock and load!

Out! Everybody out!

Mike, no. I've got the good shit.

Clear! Clear!

This is General Nguy! Where the hell are you?

They're leaving! They're leaving.

Tank!

Let's go! Run!

Come on, Donny, come on!

Run! Go!

Fucking run! Run!

Ready.

Come on!

Operation Nomad.

Operation Nomad, I am trigger-happy.

Repeat, I am trigger-happy.

- We've got a flight to catch. - Bring it on.

- Let's split up. - Meet you at the chopper.

You guys all right?

Come on, get in. Get in. Hurry up.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Hurry! Come on.

- Hurry! Hurry! - Get in! Get in!

- I'm going back for Jones! - Hell, no!

I'm not taking nuclear triggers back with no...

Jones was the op, not the triggers.

Go, go!

Never again.

Mike!

Mike!

- Mike! - Lower it, lower it! Come on!

Come on, bring it in! That's it!

- Bring it down! - Lower! Come on, come on!

A few more feet! A few more feet! Come on!

Bring it down!

Lower it! Lower it! Come on!

Come on! Grab on!

Go, go!

- Hey, guys. - Hey, get on board.

Look, we've done some thinking.

Yeah, it's too unproductive to hang with you guys.

About time we did something with our lives, man.

So we decided not to go to Hawaii with you.

You sure I can't change your mind?

- No, sir. - No, sir.

They're right, Mike.

They should seek their own destiny. Good luck, guys.

Mike! Mike! Jonesy!

We're ready!

To freedom!

May our days be long and lazy!

How you doing, Jonesy?

Very good.

Hawaii ho!

Get up there, boy!