Blackbelt II (1989) - full transcript
Brad Spyder flies to Hawaii to uncover a web of bribery, betrayal and lies and when Spyder finds his partner dead, a cat and mouse game between killer and cop begins.
(foreboding music)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(machine gun firing)
(guns firing)
(yelling)
(exploding)
- [Narrator] Vietnam.
Perhaps one of the darkest
moments in American history.
An undeclared war leaving
50,000 American service men
and women dead.
Their average age
only 19 years old.
(guns firing)
When it was all over, there
was still another casualty
of this war, American MIAs.
Over 2500 missing in action men
and women never accounted for.
(helicopter exploding)
This is the story
of one of those men,
Kevin J. Pendleton,
second lieutenant,
first air cavalry.
- Come back, come back!
- [Narrator] Official
classification,
missing in action.
- Fuck, man!
Why the fuck did
they leave us here?
Sergeant!
Sergeant!
- [Narrator] To some
he was gone forever
but to his father,
it was only a matter
of time before he tracked
down and rescued his son.
- Why did they
fucking leave us here?
(mumbling)
- Your accent sucks, honky.
Shit.
- [Cop] Let's check
that place out.
- I'll take the lot.
- The rest is in the back.
- [Cop] Hey Jack, this
van's carrying fake plates.
- [Jack] No shit?
Call it in.
I'm gonna go inside
and check this out.
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
(groaning)
(glass shattering)
(sirens blaring)
(grunting)
- Shit!
(guns firing)
- Hold your fire!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(shouting)
(tires squealing)
- Hold it, police!
(guns firing)
(siren wailing)
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
- My father's place.
(chattering)
(horn honking)
(siren wailing)
- Earl, what are you doing here?
Wait, get away from my son!
Hey, come back here!
(dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
(brakes screeching)
(gun firing)
(shouting)
(guns firing)
- [Male] Going to the roof!
Carl, Carl!
Carl, where are you?
Be careful, don't be a fool!
- [Male Two] It's alright!
(gun firing)
(grunting)
(guns firing)
(siren wailing)
- Shit!
- Alright, give it up, man.
Alright?
Okay, look.
Look around you.
It's all over.
Now you be cool and you
give me that briefcase.
(groaning)
(strikes impacting)
(grunting)
- Alright, toss
your gun behind you
and come out with your hands
up where I can see 'em.
- I quit, copper!
I quit!
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clanking)
(yelling)
(radio chattering)
- [Male] Look, on the roof!
- Carl.
Carl!
(yelling)
(grunting)
(grunting)
- No!
- Don't let go!
Don't let go!
- [Cop] Oh my god, hold on!
(screaming)
- [Male] Oh, Carl!
Carl.
God.
(gun firing)
Killed my son, you bastard!
(groaning)
- He damn near killed me.
(siren wailing)
- [Radio] We got a code 12
in a jewelry store on 10.
Any units in the
area please respond.
- Can't do this to me.
Breathe.
Get some help!
- Get the fuck off my leg.
Get the fuck off my leg!
- You son of a bitch.
- You gonna sit
there let me bleed
to fucking death or what?
- LAPD Detective Brad Spyder
hugs the limelight again even
as he faces a senate
probe investigating
his unorthodox police tactics.
The no holds barred crime buster
has caused a diplomatic stir.
This time crashing
a cocktail party--
- You just caused one god
damn international incident,
hot shot, and you'd
better have a good excuse.
- [Brad] I'm a cop, I bust
crooks, and I don't stop
to ask for pedigrees.
That punk was slime.
- Well listen, Spyder.
You're a good cop.
You're a little weird
but you get results
and I like that but you've got
to understand, when you
get into this society shit,
you've got to change
your methods, you know?
That's just the way it is.
- Okay, I'll tell you
what I'll do, chief.
Why don't you run down
there to Frederick's
on Hollywood an
requisition me a pair
of those velvet
handcuffs they got?
Then I can start making
Beverly Hills bust
just the way you like 'em.
- God damn it, Spider, you
know the ambassador's residence
is out of bounds.
You had no damn business
being at the place at all.
- I was chasing a crook!
- A suspect, Spyder, a suspect!
- The suspect was
armed and dangerous.
Stokes has got a hole
in his leg to prove it.
- Now look here, lad.
I'm on your side, you know?
- You're on my side?
Fuck that!
You're saying it's cool
for these shit heads
to run around putting
holes in my partner?
- [Chief] Get out!
(metal clanking)
(speaking in foreign language)
(men chattering)
(tense music)
(rocket exploding)
(yelling)
(rockets exploding)
(guns firing)
(screaming)
(explosions rocking)
(shouting)
(yelling)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(guns firing)
- Excellent.
That's what I call precision.
Area secure in three minutes.
With this team of specialists,
will have no trouble getting
in and out of Vietnam.
- [Male] Hey wait.
You said there was something
else you wanted to tell me.
- His name is Jeffrey
Stokes, first air cavalry.
You probably have a file on him.
- [Male] You brought a man out?
- Yeah.
As you know, we have
two scavving teams
in the field right now.
Five days ago, one
of them got lucky.
They ran into a
prisoner transfer.
They got a man out.
- Did he see Kevin?
- It's very, very
possible, Mr. Pendleton.
Two months ago, another prisoner
was brought through
Stokes' reeducation camp.
Camp commander said
he was a chopper pilot
and the son of a quote
leading exploiter
of the masses, unquote.
If what this prisoner
Stokes says is true
and your son Kevin is alive
then we'll have to move fast.
As you can see,
my men are ready.
All we need from
you is the cash.
(yelling)
- This was real.
This wasn't just a drill.
- A drill?
Hell no.
If you wanna know how a
man reacts under fire,
you test him under fire.
Mr. Pendleton,
understand something.
If we're gonna
get your son back,
there will be sacrifices,
there will be casualties
on both sides.
Now never mind about these men.
They were all illegal entrants,
taking a risk on a phony visa.
Since nobody knows they're here,
no one's gonna come
looking for them.
Now there's the POW Stokes.
Remember, this man has
been in a prison camp
for almost 12 years, a lot of it
under intense hardship.
Interrogations.
He's in pretty bad shape.
He doesn't completely
understand that he's out.
He doesn't take
questioning well.
It brings back a lot
of memories, you know.
Take it easy on him, please.
(whimpering)
- I'm Roderick Pendleton.
I understand--
- They told me you sent them in.
Thanks.
Thank you.
- Have you seen my son?
- Yeah, yeah, I've seen him.
They brought him through.
North.
Tall man.
- Blonde.
- Shaved head.
But pride.
He still had pride.
Get me out of here.
You gotta get me out
of here, help me!
- You are home!
He's losing it, man.
- [Roderick] Alright,
let him rest.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- What's gonna happen to him?
- We've gotta keep him
away from the media,
for his sake and for ours.
- Money's not a
problem just as long
as you can assure me--
- That man is home safe.
If he's one of us,
we'll take care of him.
Kevin's the next target.
Our teams are
pinpointing the location.
The men are primed.
But cash is gonna
be moving fast now.
- Money will be there
any time you need it.
Thank you, Mr. Friedkin.
- No thanks needed.
I don't believe that
boys who've fought
for their country should be left
to rot in some god damn cesspool
any more than you do.
- I did everything you
told me, god damn it!
I did my part!
And he believed me.
You know he did.
- You make me sick.
(whimpering)
(guns firing)
Come on, he's getting away!
Damn it, find him, find him!
And don't come back without him!
- You see him?
- Nothing, man.
Fucker's gone.
- How's the old fart?
- Oh, much better.
(mumbling)
- Yeah, he'll never change.
- Hey partner, what's up?
How you surviving the wrath
of the dickless Irish?
- Man, one of these
days that sucker's
gonna sit down so
hard, he's gonna ram
that (mumbling) right up
through the top of his head.
Yeah.
- [Brad] So tell
me, man, what's up?
- Nothing but the leg.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know.
But man, he really
pissed me off this time.
You're sitting there
with a hole in your leg.
- Oh, now don't put me in it
and don't be feeling
sorry for me.
I got a month's paid vacation.
I got my lady right
here beside me
and a cold beer in my hand.
I'm having the time of my life.
The only person I feel sorry
for is your new partner
'cause that man's
in a world of shit.
- You guys must be hungry.
Table's ready.
- Want something to eat, man?
- [Brad] Here, let
me help you up.
(shouting)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey man, what is it?
What's wrong?
I mean I just was going
over to see some people,
you know, maybe do a little
bit of business here?
- Shut up.
Guy's gonna come
looking for you.
A black guy by the
name of Jeff Stokes.
He's gonna want a fix.
You give it to him.
And then you follow him.
I wanna know where he is.
- It's cool, man,
no problem with me
but I never even seen this
Stokes dude before, man.
I don't even know
what he looks like.
- You're a dealer.
He's a junkie.
He'll find you.
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- [Female] Collect call
for Mr. Lee Stokes.
- Hold on, please.
It's for you, collect.
- Yes?
- [Female] Collect call
from Mr. Jeff Stokes
in Hawaii.
- Hawaii?
Who?
- [Female] Mr. Jeff Stokes.
- Wait a minute, that must
be some kind of mistake.
- [Female] Will you
accept the charges, sir?
- Yeah, I'll accept the charges.
- [Jeff] There's no time
to explain, little bro.
- Now who in the hell is--
- It's me, little bro.
Help me.
(mumbling)
The high school dance.
(mumbling)
You remember them
all, don't you?
- Jeff.
- They got me listed
as missing in action
but I'm in worse shit than that.
Some guys are out to get
me and I need your help.
Get a room at the
Palm View Hotel.
(mumbling) district.
- Wait a minute, Jeff.
- Lee, what's the matter?
Who was it, honey?
- [Cop] Hey Brad.
- I'll take care of these guys.
- [Cop] You'd better get
in touch with headquarters.
Lee's wife's on the phone.
She says it's urgent.
- Yeah, Spyder, I
heard I had a call.
- [Radio] I'll
patch you through.
- Oh Brad, you've
got to do something.
It's Lee.
I think he's in trouble.
- Where?
- He got a telephone call
from Hawaii, his brother.
Said he needed Lee.
He's gone to the airport.
- Alright, I'll
see what I can do.
(dramatic music)
Hey Stokes!
Hey Stokes!
What the hell do you
think you're doing, man?
- Leave me alone, Brad.
This ain't none
of your business.
- It's none of my business?
You're my partner
for Christ sakes.
You're running around
here with a god damn hole
in your leg chasing
some crazy ass story
about your brother
still being alive.
Your brother's dead, man.
He ain't coming back.
It ain't anybody coming
back from Nam anymore.
- He called me, man.
It was him and there's
things that he said
that nobody else could know.
He's in trouble and I'm going.
- Wait a minute, man.
- Stay out of it, man.
Now that's the
way it's gotta be.
- [Male] Hurry up, will you?
(whispering)
- Boys.
You picked the wrong
night to steal a car.
(grunting)
(upbeat music)
- Fill in for me.
I've got some (mumbling).
(chattering)
You looking for me, man?
- Skinner.
What is the story on Stokes?
We've got every dealer
on this damn island
on our payroll and I'm
not getting any results.
- Relax.
We got him.
- Where?
- Good just called
and he's gonna meet us
at (mumbling) right now.
- That's better.
- He's been moving around a lot.
Mostly in the docks.
What's the problem, Sid?
Soon as he finds out
where he's staying,
I'll go kill the prick.
- I don't want him
anywhere near Pendleton,
do you understand?
This whole operation
rests on the old man.
He's giving us his money,
his resources, his name.
Any damn thing we
want because he
believes we can
get his son back.
Okay, that's the
beauty of this deal.
He needs us but the man's
not stupid, Skinner.
The minute he loses faith in us,
we lose the score of
a fucking lifetime.
You got that?
- I'll take care of it.
- You do that.
(downbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Yo Jeff.
- Lee, little bro.
What room are you in?
- It's 209.
Hey!
(knocking)
- Lock the door!
Lock the fucking door!
- Okay, man.
The hell happened to you, man?
- [Jeff] Little bro.
- It's alright, man.
- [Jeff] It's good to
see you, little bro.
- It's alright.
(mumbling)
Man, what's going on?
They listed you
missing in action.
I thought you were dead.
- It's a lie, little brother.
It's all a fucking lie.
A big lie.
It was terrible, little brother.
They would drop us deep
behind enemy lines.
There was no back
up, no support.
The jungle was thick and you
could barely make it through.
A lot of men were captured
and they were thrown
into soviet style camps.
I wasn't gonna let
it happen to me
so I ran away and
I've been hiding
in Vietnam for
the last 10 years,
shooting junk trying to forget.
Then these cats approached me.
Said they could bring me home.
All I had to do was
pretend I was a POW
in front of this rich old man.
I did what they wanted
but it was all a set up.
They were gonna kill
me so I ran away.
I had to get out.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
They're here!
- Who, man?
The army?
Hell, man, the war is over.
They can't do
nothing to you now.
(knocking)
- Oh Christ, they're here!
We're dead, they're
gonna kill us!
No, bro, I killed you!
I killed you!
- We'll see about that.
- Open up in there!
(yelling)
(gun firing)
(machine gun firing)
Jeff, get out of here!
I said get out of here!
Go to the side window!
(guns firing)
Alright, drop it!
Now, motherfucker!
Now!
Turn around and put your
hands against the wall!
I said put your hands
against the wall!
(grunting)
(groaning)
(shouting)
Who sent you?
Who the fuck sent you, man?
- [Man] I ain't talking.
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
- Hey, you all
look hungry today.
What do you say we have a party?
(chattering)
(mumbling)
Is there a big party?
What do you say?
- What the hell was Lee
Stokes doing in Hawaii?
- What happened?
- He's dead.
They found him in a
fucking hotel room
in the big island.
Some maniacs had
cut him to pieces
with automatic fire and the cops
found half a bag of pure
heroin in his suitcase.
- No way, chief, no fucking way!
- I'm waiting for you to tell
me what he was doing there.
- Yeah, he got a phone call
and said it was his brother.
- His brother's probably
dead and buried in Vietnam.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've
heard all that, okay?
Stokes said the guy told
him things no one else
would know except his brother.
The guy said that
he was in Hawaii
and needed help so Lee went.
- Shit, I tell that to the press
and they laugh me off the force.
- Yeah, well I tell you what.
You can tell them one thing.
You tell 'em Lee Stokes
is no drug runner.
- [Chief] Well where
the hell are you going?
- [Brad] I'm going to Hawaii.
- [Announcer] Hawaiian
airlines flight 301
for Honolulu.
(mumbling)
Now boarding (mumbling).
(dramatic music)
- That was a terrible thing.
You've no idea how
frightened I was.
- You didn't happen
to see anything?
- Oh, I didn't see nothing.
We were all so
scared we were hiding
under the beds like
a bunch of idiots.
- Boy, they sure made a
hell of a mess, didn't they?
- Terrible thing.
Those poor men.
- [Brad] I thought
there was only one.
- That's what they all said.
They only took out one body.
Those guys with the masks,
they took out the wrong guys.
They could have taken out
the policeman's friend.
Five seconds before that
whole thing happened,
I was walking down
the hallway out there
doing my rounds and I heard them
talking through the
door to (mumbling).
- There was two of 'em?
- Well that's what I said.
I told them that all
afternoon and nobody listened.
Nobody believes Emma
Houston anymore,
they think I've
been drinking again.
- Thanks Emma.
- What is this
word, is that shift?
Yo.
- Hi, what can we do for you?
- Brad Spyder, LAPD.
- You know, Spyder,
like the bug.
- Hey, I bet you
came about that guy
who got killed, right?
- Yeah, you're right.
- Listen, can I see your badge?
Gotta check it.
- Yeah, it's mandatory we
check up on cases like this.
If there's anything
you can tell me,
any information that you
have, it sure would help.
- Well I typed up
the case report.
(shouting)
- Weren't you just
leaving for lunch?
- Yeah, chief.
- You, in here.
- Thanks.
- They don't call him the
Samoan gorilla for nothing.
- Brad Spyder, internal affairs.
- Internal affairs my ass.
You're here about
that drug pushing cop.
- Hey now, that was my partner
and somebody set him
up and there's a hell
of a lot more going on
here than you know about.
- I know every god damn
thing that goes on here.
- Yeah, and I know Lee Stokes
had no drug connections.
- Your boss says
you're a smart ass.
He's right.
- I got the source that
said there were two people
in that room.
- Bullshit.
You've been talking
to old Ms. Houston
who for your information
has been drunk
for the past 10 years.
She sees flying saucers
twice a month for Christ sake
and let me tell you
something, Howie,
there was blood of
one type in that room.
It's o positive, Lee Stokes.
- Hey, Spyder.
Ted Kanaka.
So, how'd it go with the chief?
Real hard ass, huh?
Yeah, he's always on my case.
But it's nothing like LA though.
- LA can be a tough town.
- [Ted] Must be really heavy.
- Heavy.
- There's a guy named Weasel.
Everybody knows he deals smack.
I think even the chief knows
but he doesn't wanna touch 'em
'cause he's afraid of finding
out who he's dealing to.
Chief's kind of,
you know, political.
- Weasel, huh?
- Yeah, he hangs around
at the eight ball club.
He's got long hair, an
earring, kind of skinny.
Early 30's.
I've been thinking about
taking him out myself
but I gotta be sure
it's just right.
Weasel's pretty tough.
- You leave that shit for TV.
It's a good way to
get yourself killed.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
Hey, where you going?
- I got some questions
that need answers.
You take care of
yourself, alright?
(upbeat music)
(chattering)
Give me a beer.
- Sure.
You looking for
somebody, mister?
- Yeah.
- He ain't here.
- Heard a guy named
Weasel hung out here.
What time does he show up?
- Once he finds out
you're looking for him,
I figure he ain't
gonna show up at all.
You're one of the
(mumbling), I can tell.
- He's got something I need.
- Shit.
Hey, yo.
You don't wanna go
poking around in here.
It's gonna make a big
hassle, cause big problems.
Hey man, you ain't
gonna find nothing.
Hey man, the beers
aren't on the house.
Hey man, just.
(shouting)
(groaning)
(grunting)
(pounding)
(snapping)
(cracking)
(groaning)
- Where's Weasel?
- I don't who you talking, man.
- You're buying from somebody.
- Fuck you.
Okay man, okay, cool it!
(dramatic music)
- Freeze!
(grunting)
So you like to get high, do you?
Let's get high.
(yelling)
- Oh god!
(screaming)
You crazy motherfucker!
Get me down from here!
- You ever heard
the name Stokes?
- I don't know nothing!
I just did what they tell me!
- And what'd they tell you?
- That this black dude
was gonna come to me
for a fix and that
I was supposed
to put bet on the guy.
- The smack, Weasel,
where's it coming from?
- Pendleton!
Pendleton's sugar mill!
Now get me the fuck out of here!
- Let's talk about the heroine
you're running out of your
sugar mills, Pendleton.
- What?
Who the hell are you?
- Brad Spyder.
Your worst nightmare.
- That badge doesn't
mean a damn thing here.
- Then this will.
- God, you're insane.
- Yeah, I know.
Someone blew my partner
away three nights ago
in this hotel room in
this sleazy city of yours.
- What the hell has
that got to do with me?
- I think you had him set up.
- Drop the gun.
- I suggest you
do what she says.
She's really quite good.
- I bet she is.
I don't have time for
you right now, lady.
I'm looking for a cop killer.
- The LA cop that
was killed downtown.
He seems to think
we're somehow involved.
- Whoever killed Lee
Stokes was running a hell
of a lot of smack out
of your sugar mill
and you expect me to believe you
don't know anything about it?
- Mr. Spyder, my father
happens to be president
of the Pendleton
Group of companies
which oversees more
than 50 corporations
of which sugar is one.
If you have any proof
to these allegations,
we'll be more than
happy to look into them.
We believe in supporting our
law enforcement officers.
- You had a son in Nam.
- Now that, Mr.
Spyder, is my business.
- Does the name Jeff
Stokes mean anything
to you, Mr. Pendleton?
- This intrusion is over.
Now you just get out!
Get out of my house!
- Mr. Spyder.
I think we should talk.
Call me.
(downbeat music)
- [Brad] Hey, Kanaka.
- Hey, Spyder.
- I need to ask you a favor.
- Sure, you got it.
- I need the ballistics
report on the Stokes case.
- Oh, I can get it
for you no problem.
It's just I got the
graveyard shift tonight.
I won't be off til four a.m.
- Alright, I'll come by.
- Well hey, you're at
the Palm View, right?
- Yeah.
- Well no sweat, I can drop
it off on the way home.
- Great.
Oh, by the way.
What do you know about a guy
named Roderick Pendleton?
- Pendleton?
- Yeah.
- You mean his money
is involved in this?
- Could be.
- Jesus, man, don't
tell the chief.
- Why?
- Roderick Pendleton is
the most prominent citizen
this town has got.
He supports everything.
Especially the police force.
Man, he is like a
god in these parts.
Even if the loss of his son's
thrown the guy a little bit
out of wack.
- What happened to his son?
- He was a chopper pilot in Nam.
He got shot down.
The old man thinks he's
still alive somewhere.
There's some talk about
him putting together a team
and go in and pull the guy out.
Stuff like that.
- Alright, thanks.
I'll see you at four.
- I'll bring the stuff over.
Here's those ballistics
reports you wanted.
Checked the slugs
we found in the room
with all the firearms
registered on the island.
I called central
Honolulu, same thing.
Those guns had to
have been brought in.
- Psst, hey mister.
Psst.
Hey mister.
Come here, come here.
- Let yourself in.
- Listen, there were
a couple of guys
in your room just a while ago.
I thought you ought to know.
- Kanaka!
(exploding)
Emma, get some help!
- What the hell
happened out there?
- Well sir, according
to the clerk,
there was this big explosion.
Then that Spyder guy,
he comes running out,
hops into the cop car and
hauls ass out of there.
(dramatic music)
(brakes squealing)
- I want a roadblock
set up out here
at coastal road, right now.
(metal crashing)
(exploding)
(car exploding)
- Wanna fuck with me, huh?
You wanna fuck with
me, motherfucker?
Come on.
Fucking head off, motherfucker.
You're a dead man!
(mumbling) you fucking head off.
- You're the cocksucker
that killed Stokes!
- (mumbling) let him go!
Let him go!
Come on, come on!
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(knocking)
- My god.
- Found the guy that killed Lee.
- I feel responsible for this.
I wasn't exactly
truthful with you.
When I ran his name
through the computer,
I found some classified files.
I got into them
and I found out that
Stokes wasn't a POW.
He was a deserter.
It seems that the army
had more of his kind
than they'd like to admit
so some got reclassified
missing in action.
- So Friedkin goes
and finds Jeff
somewhere up in Asia
and brings him back
to do a song and dance
for your old man.
- I also ran Friedkin's file.
He was with the CIA
but he was fired
for running drugs out
of Laos and Cambodia.
- You knew that all the time.
- It would have
killed my dad to know
that it was nothing
more than a cruel scam.
Friedkin had promised that Kevin
was coming back this week.
- Sounds to me that Friedkin's
bringing in a shipment.
He's not bringing
your brother back.
(sirens wailing)
(chattering)
- Load up the gear,
get the men ready.
We're moving out of here.
Come on.
(tense music)
- Stay where you are, Spyder!
Are you alright, Ms. Pendleton?
- Look chief, we need to--
- Stay the god damn
fuck where you are,
you god damn walking disaster!
One of my cops is dead and
one of my cars' a total wreck.
You've been harassing the
town's most prominent citizen.
You're under arrest!
- Chief, my father's been taken
for five million dollars.
- There's a guy with a
god damn army out there
and he's flying in a
whole load of smack
into your precious little town
and we need to do
something about it now!
- Matthews, with me.
Davidson, get a back up.
In case LA law here
is on the level.
And you, get in the front seat
where I can see
you all the time.
- [Roderick] What's the matter?
- That LA cop is throwing a
monkey wrench into things.
We're gonna have to move fast
if we're gonna bring Kevin back.
- Not gonna let that
young misguided cop
get in my way now.
I've waited far
too long for this.
- Good, we'll need
the cash right now.
- Of course.
- Friedkins' taken
over the compound.
(guns firing)
- What on earth is going on?
- Never mind, never mind!
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- Dad!
- It's Karen.
- It's all a lie!
- She doesn't know
what she's saying.
The money, Pendleton, the money!
For Kevin!
- Karen wouldn't lie to me.
She never has.
- That cop has fucked
up her head, man.
Can't you see that?
We need the cash now
before it's too late.
- Daddy, please, listen to me!
They can't bring Kevin back!
They're using you!
They don't even
care about Kevin!
- Get the god damn
cash, Pendleton!
- You are on the
level, aren't you?
Kevin is everything to me.
Promise me his safe return.
You promised me.
You said you'd
bring my boy home!
- [Friedkin] Pick him up!
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(guns firing)
- Dad!
He took my dad.
- I'll be in touch.
- You bring the five
million dollars,
fly it on down to the
old refinery tomorrow
by 11 o'clock alone or
else the old man dies.
Do you understand?
- There's nothing I hate
worse than a crooked cop.
(grunting)
How far are you
willing to take this?
- As far as I have to.
- What's the deal?
- The plane is on the strip now
ready for the men and the gear.
The girl's on the
way with some money.
It's gonna be tight
but we'll make it.
- What about the old man?
- I want them to fly out of here
but not too far.
- Smart.
10 grams of plastic on the
base of the trail motor.
Look like an accident.
- The more confusion we
create, the more time we got.
- Think the girl will show?
- She'll show.
- What about the cop?
- I hope he shows.
(laughing)
- Go.
- Go to it.
Okay, rendezvous at
the strip, one minute.
Come on, move it!
(exploding)
(yelling)
- Get her back up there.
- No, you have the money!
Now let us go!
- Change of plans!
Get up there with him, hurry up!
(tires squealing)
(sirens wailing)
(guns firing)
(grenade exploding)
(guns firing)
(grenade exploding)
(guns firing)
(groaning)
(shouting)
(guns firing)
(yelling)
(groaning)
(grunting)
- Pendleton!
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(sirens wailing)
(shrieking)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(shouting)
(yelling)
(helicopter exploding)
(grunting)
(yelling)
(upbeat music)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(machine gun firing)
(guns firing)
(yelling)
(exploding)
- [Narrator] Vietnam.
Perhaps one of the darkest
moments in American history.
An undeclared war leaving
50,000 American service men
and women dead.
Their average age
only 19 years old.
(guns firing)
When it was all over, there
was still another casualty
of this war, American MIAs.
Over 2500 missing in action men
and women never accounted for.
(helicopter exploding)
This is the story
of one of those men,
Kevin J. Pendleton,
second lieutenant,
first air cavalry.
- Come back, come back!
- [Narrator] Official
classification,
missing in action.
- Fuck, man!
Why the fuck did
they leave us here?
Sergeant!
Sergeant!
- [Narrator] To some
he was gone forever
but to his father,
it was only a matter
of time before he tracked
down and rescued his son.
- Why did they
fucking leave us here?
(mumbling)
- Your accent sucks, honky.
Shit.
- [Cop] Let's check
that place out.
- I'll take the lot.
- The rest is in the back.
- [Cop] Hey Jack, this
van's carrying fake plates.
- [Jack] No shit?
Call it in.
I'm gonna go inside
and check this out.
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
(groaning)
(glass shattering)
(sirens blaring)
(grunting)
- Shit!
(guns firing)
- Hold your fire!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(shouting)
(tires squealing)
- Hold it, police!
(guns firing)
(siren wailing)
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
- My father's place.
(chattering)
(horn honking)
(siren wailing)
- Earl, what are you doing here?
Wait, get away from my son!
Hey, come back here!
(dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
(brakes screeching)
(gun firing)
(shouting)
(guns firing)
- [Male] Going to the roof!
Carl, Carl!
Carl, where are you?
Be careful, don't be a fool!
- [Male Two] It's alright!
(gun firing)
(grunting)
(guns firing)
(siren wailing)
- Shit!
- Alright, give it up, man.
Alright?
Okay, look.
Look around you.
It's all over.
Now you be cool and you
give me that briefcase.
(groaning)
(strikes impacting)
(grunting)
- Alright, toss
your gun behind you
and come out with your hands
up where I can see 'em.
- I quit, copper!
I quit!
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clanking)
(yelling)
(radio chattering)
- [Male] Look, on the roof!
- Carl.
Carl!
(yelling)
(grunting)
(grunting)
- No!
- Don't let go!
Don't let go!
- [Cop] Oh my god, hold on!
(screaming)
- [Male] Oh, Carl!
Carl.
God.
(gun firing)
Killed my son, you bastard!
(groaning)
- He damn near killed me.
(siren wailing)
- [Radio] We got a code 12
in a jewelry store on 10.
Any units in the
area please respond.
- Can't do this to me.
Breathe.
Get some help!
- Get the fuck off my leg.
Get the fuck off my leg!
- You son of a bitch.
- You gonna sit
there let me bleed
to fucking death or what?
- LAPD Detective Brad Spyder
hugs the limelight again even
as he faces a senate
probe investigating
his unorthodox police tactics.
The no holds barred crime buster
has caused a diplomatic stir.
This time crashing
a cocktail party--
- You just caused one god
damn international incident,
hot shot, and you'd
better have a good excuse.
- [Brad] I'm a cop, I bust
crooks, and I don't stop
to ask for pedigrees.
That punk was slime.
- Well listen, Spyder.
You're a good cop.
You're a little weird
but you get results
and I like that but you've got
to understand, when you
get into this society shit,
you've got to change
your methods, you know?
That's just the way it is.
- Okay, I'll tell you
what I'll do, chief.
Why don't you run down
there to Frederick's
on Hollywood an
requisition me a pair
of those velvet
handcuffs they got?
Then I can start making
Beverly Hills bust
just the way you like 'em.
- God damn it, Spider, you
know the ambassador's residence
is out of bounds.
You had no damn business
being at the place at all.
- I was chasing a crook!
- A suspect, Spyder, a suspect!
- The suspect was
armed and dangerous.
Stokes has got a hole
in his leg to prove it.
- Now look here, lad.
I'm on your side, you know?
- You're on my side?
Fuck that!
You're saying it's cool
for these shit heads
to run around putting
holes in my partner?
- [Chief] Get out!
(metal clanking)
(speaking in foreign language)
(men chattering)
(tense music)
(rocket exploding)
(yelling)
(rockets exploding)
(guns firing)
(screaming)
(explosions rocking)
(shouting)
(yelling)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(guns firing)
- Excellent.
That's what I call precision.
Area secure in three minutes.
With this team of specialists,
will have no trouble getting
in and out of Vietnam.
- [Male] Hey wait.
You said there was something
else you wanted to tell me.
- His name is Jeffrey
Stokes, first air cavalry.
You probably have a file on him.
- [Male] You brought a man out?
- Yeah.
As you know, we have
two scavving teams
in the field right now.
Five days ago, one
of them got lucky.
They ran into a
prisoner transfer.
They got a man out.
- Did he see Kevin?
- It's very, very
possible, Mr. Pendleton.
Two months ago, another prisoner
was brought through
Stokes' reeducation camp.
Camp commander said
he was a chopper pilot
and the son of a quote
leading exploiter
of the masses, unquote.
If what this prisoner
Stokes says is true
and your son Kevin is alive
then we'll have to move fast.
As you can see,
my men are ready.
All we need from
you is the cash.
(yelling)
- This was real.
This wasn't just a drill.
- A drill?
Hell no.
If you wanna know how a
man reacts under fire,
you test him under fire.
Mr. Pendleton,
understand something.
If we're gonna
get your son back,
there will be sacrifices,
there will be casualties
on both sides.
Now never mind about these men.
They were all illegal entrants,
taking a risk on a phony visa.
Since nobody knows they're here,
no one's gonna come
looking for them.
Now there's the POW Stokes.
Remember, this man has
been in a prison camp
for almost 12 years, a lot of it
under intense hardship.
Interrogations.
He's in pretty bad shape.
He doesn't completely
understand that he's out.
He doesn't take
questioning well.
It brings back a lot
of memories, you know.
Take it easy on him, please.
(whimpering)
- I'm Roderick Pendleton.
I understand--
- They told me you sent them in.
Thanks.
Thank you.
- Have you seen my son?
- Yeah, yeah, I've seen him.
They brought him through.
North.
Tall man.
- Blonde.
- Shaved head.
But pride.
He still had pride.
Get me out of here.
You gotta get me out
of here, help me!
- You are home!
He's losing it, man.
- [Roderick] Alright,
let him rest.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- What's gonna happen to him?
- We've gotta keep him
away from the media,
for his sake and for ours.
- Money's not a
problem just as long
as you can assure me--
- That man is home safe.
If he's one of us,
we'll take care of him.
Kevin's the next target.
Our teams are
pinpointing the location.
The men are primed.
But cash is gonna
be moving fast now.
- Money will be there
any time you need it.
Thank you, Mr. Friedkin.
- No thanks needed.
I don't believe that
boys who've fought
for their country should be left
to rot in some god damn cesspool
any more than you do.
- I did everything you
told me, god damn it!
I did my part!
And he believed me.
You know he did.
- You make me sick.
(whimpering)
(guns firing)
Come on, he's getting away!
Damn it, find him, find him!
And don't come back without him!
- You see him?
- Nothing, man.
Fucker's gone.
- How's the old fart?
- Oh, much better.
(mumbling)
- Yeah, he'll never change.
- Hey partner, what's up?
How you surviving the wrath
of the dickless Irish?
- Man, one of these
days that sucker's
gonna sit down so
hard, he's gonna ram
that (mumbling) right up
through the top of his head.
Yeah.
- [Brad] So tell
me, man, what's up?
- Nothing but the leg.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know.
But man, he really
pissed me off this time.
You're sitting there
with a hole in your leg.
- Oh, now don't put me in it
and don't be feeling
sorry for me.
I got a month's paid vacation.
I got my lady right
here beside me
and a cold beer in my hand.
I'm having the time of my life.
The only person I feel sorry
for is your new partner
'cause that man's
in a world of shit.
- You guys must be hungry.
Table's ready.
- Want something to eat, man?
- [Brad] Here, let
me help you up.
(shouting)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey man, what is it?
What's wrong?
I mean I just was going
over to see some people,
you know, maybe do a little
bit of business here?
- Shut up.
Guy's gonna come
looking for you.
A black guy by the
name of Jeff Stokes.
He's gonna want a fix.
You give it to him.
And then you follow him.
I wanna know where he is.
- It's cool, man,
no problem with me
but I never even seen this
Stokes dude before, man.
I don't even know
what he looks like.
- You're a dealer.
He's a junkie.
He'll find you.
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- [Female] Collect call
for Mr. Lee Stokes.
- Hold on, please.
It's for you, collect.
- Yes?
- [Female] Collect call
from Mr. Jeff Stokes
in Hawaii.
- Hawaii?
Who?
- [Female] Mr. Jeff Stokes.
- Wait a minute, that must
be some kind of mistake.
- [Female] Will you
accept the charges, sir?
- Yeah, I'll accept the charges.
- [Jeff] There's no time
to explain, little bro.
- Now who in the hell is--
- It's me, little bro.
Help me.
(mumbling)
The high school dance.
(mumbling)
You remember them
all, don't you?
- Jeff.
- They got me listed
as missing in action
but I'm in worse shit than that.
Some guys are out to get
me and I need your help.
Get a room at the
Palm View Hotel.
(mumbling) district.
- Wait a minute, Jeff.
- Lee, what's the matter?
Who was it, honey?
- [Cop] Hey Brad.
- I'll take care of these guys.
- [Cop] You'd better get
in touch with headquarters.
Lee's wife's on the phone.
She says it's urgent.
- Yeah, Spyder, I
heard I had a call.
- [Radio] I'll
patch you through.
- Oh Brad, you've
got to do something.
It's Lee.
I think he's in trouble.
- Where?
- He got a telephone call
from Hawaii, his brother.
Said he needed Lee.
He's gone to the airport.
- Alright, I'll
see what I can do.
(dramatic music)
Hey Stokes!
Hey Stokes!
What the hell do you
think you're doing, man?
- Leave me alone, Brad.
This ain't none
of your business.
- It's none of my business?
You're my partner
for Christ sakes.
You're running around
here with a god damn hole
in your leg chasing
some crazy ass story
about your brother
still being alive.
Your brother's dead, man.
He ain't coming back.
It ain't anybody coming
back from Nam anymore.
- He called me, man.
It was him and there's
things that he said
that nobody else could know.
He's in trouble and I'm going.
- Wait a minute, man.
- Stay out of it, man.
Now that's the
way it's gotta be.
- [Male] Hurry up, will you?
(whispering)
- Boys.
You picked the wrong
night to steal a car.
(grunting)
(upbeat music)
- Fill in for me.
I've got some (mumbling).
(chattering)
You looking for me, man?
- Skinner.
What is the story on Stokes?
We've got every dealer
on this damn island
on our payroll and I'm
not getting any results.
- Relax.
We got him.
- Where?
- Good just called
and he's gonna meet us
at (mumbling) right now.
- That's better.
- He's been moving around a lot.
Mostly in the docks.
What's the problem, Sid?
Soon as he finds out
where he's staying,
I'll go kill the prick.
- I don't want him
anywhere near Pendleton,
do you understand?
This whole operation
rests on the old man.
He's giving us his money,
his resources, his name.
Any damn thing we
want because he
believes we can
get his son back.
Okay, that's the
beauty of this deal.
He needs us but the man's
not stupid, Skinner.
The minute he loses faith in us,
we lose the score of
a fucking lifetime.
You got that?
- I'll take care of it.
- You do that.
(downbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Yo Jeff.
- Lee, little bro.
What room are you in?
- It's 209.
Hey!
(knocking)
- Lock the door!
Lock the fucking door!
- Okay, man.
The hell happened to you, man?
- [Jeff] Little bro.
- It's alright, man.
- [Jeff] It's good to
see you, little bro.
- It's alright.
(mumbling)
Man, what's going on?
They listed you
missing in action.
I thought you were dead.
- It's a lie, little brother.
It's all a fucking lie.
A big lie.
It was terrible, little brother.
They would drop us deep
behind enemy lines.
There was no back
up, no support.
The jungle was thick and you
could barely make it through.
A lot of men were captured
and they were thrown
into soviet style camps.
I wasn't gonna let
it happen to me
so I ran away and
I've been hiding
in Vietnam for
the last 10 years,
shooting junk trying to forget.
Then these cats approached me.
Said they could bring me home.
All I had to do was
pretend I was a POW
in front of this rich old man.
I did what they wanted
but it was all a set up.
They were gonna kill
me so I ran away.
I had to get out.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
They're here!
- Who, man?
The army?
Hell, man, the war is over.
They can't do
nothing to you now.
(knocking)
- Oh Christ, they're here!
We're dead, they're
gonna kill us!
No, bro, I killed you!
I killed you!
- We'll see about that.
- Open up in there!
(yelling)
(gun firing)
(machine gun firing)
Jeff, get out of here!
I said get out of here!
Go to the side window!
(guns firing)
Alright, drop it!
Now, motherfucker!
Now!
Turn around and put your
hands against the wall!
I said put your hands
against the wall!
(grunting)
(groaning)
(shouting)
Who sent you?
Who the fuck sent you, man?
- [Man] I ain't talking.
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
- Hey, you all
look hungry today.
What do you say we have a party?
(chattering)
(mumbling)
Is there a big party?
What do you say?
- What the hell was Lee
Stokes doing in Hawaii?
- What happened?
- He's dead.
They found him in a
fucking hotel room
in the big island.
Some maniacs had
cut him to pieces
with automatic fire and the cops
found half a bag of pure
heroin in his suitcase.
- No way, chief, no fucking way!
- I'm waiting for you to tell
me what he was doing there.
- Yeah, he got a phone call
and said it was his brother.
- His brother's probably
dead and buried in Vietnam.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've
heard all that, okay?
Stokes said the guy told
him things no one else
would know except his brother.
The guy said that
he was in Hawaii
and needed help so Lee went.
- Shit, I tell that to the press
and they laugh me off the force.
- Yeah, well I tell you what.
You can tell them one thing.
You tell 'em Lee Stokes
is no drug runner.
- [Chief] Well where
the hell are you going?
- [Brad] I'm going to Hawaii.
- [Announcer] Hawaiian
airlines flight 301
for Honolulu.
(mumbling)
Now boarding (mumbling).
(dramatic music)
- That was a terrible thing.
You've no idea how
frightened I was.
- You didn't happen
to see anything?
- Oh, I didn't see nothing.
We were all so
scared we were hiding
under the beds like
a bunch of idiots.
- Boy, they sure made a
hell of a mess, didn't they?
- Terrible thing.
Those poor men.
- [Brad] I thought
there was only one.
- That's what they all said.
They only took out one body.
Those guys with the masks,
they took out the wrong guys.
They could have taken out
the policeman's friend.
Five seconds before that
whole thing happened,
I was walking down
the hallway out there
doing my rounds and I heard them
talking through the
door to (mumbling).
- There was two of 'em?
- Well that's what I said.
I told them that all
afternoon and nobody listened.
Nobody believes Emma
Houston anymore,
they think I've
been drinking again.
- Thanks Emma.
- What is this
word, is that shift?
Yo.
- Hi, what can we do for you?
- Brad Spyder, LAPD.
- You know, Spyder,
like the bug.
- Hey, I bet you
came about that guy
who got killed, right?
- Yeah, you're right.
- Listen, can I see your badge?
Gotta check it.
- Yeah, it's mandatory we
check up on cases like this.
If there's anything
you can tell me,
any information that you
have, it sure would help.
- Well I typed up
the case report.
(shouting)
- Weren't you just
leaving for lunch?
- Yeah, chief.
- You, in here.
- Thanks.
- They don't call him the
Samoan gorilla for nothing.
- Brad Spyder, internal affairs.
- Internal affairs my ass.
You're here about
that drug pushing cop.
- Hey now, that was my partner
and somebody set him
up and there's a hell
of a lot more going on
here than you know about.
- I know every god damn
thing that goes on here.
- Yeah, and I know Lee Stokes
had no drug connections.
- Your boss says
you're a smart ass.
He's right.
- I got the source that
said there were two people
in that room.
- Bullshit.
You've been talking
to old Ms. Houston
who for your information
has been drunk
for the past 10 years.
She sees flying saucers
twice a month for Christ sake
and let me tell you
something, Howie,
there was blood of
one type in that room.
It's o positive, Lee Stokes.
- Hey, Spyder.
Ted Kanaka.
So, how'd it go with the chief?
Real hard ass, huh?
Yeah, he's always on my case.
But it's nothing like LA though.
- LA can be a tough town.
- [Ted] Must be really heavy.
- Heavy.
- There's a guy named Weasel.
Everybody knows he deals smack.
I think even the chief knows
but he doesn't wanna touch 'em
'cause he's afraid of finding
out who he's dealing to.
Chief's kind of,
you know, political.
- Weasel, huh?
- Yeah, he hangs around
at the eight ball club.
He's got long hair, an
earring, kind of skinny.
Early 30's.
I've been thinking about
taking him out myself
but I gotta be sure
it's just right.
Weasel's pretty tough.
- You leave that shit for TV.
It's a good way to
get yourself killed.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
Hey, where you going?
- I got some questions
that need answers.
You take care of
yourself, alright?
(upbeat music)
(chattering)
Give me a beer.
- Sure.
You looking for
somebody, mister?
- Yeah.
- He ain't here.
- Heard a guy named
Weasel hung out here.
What time does he show up?
- Once he finds out
you're looking for him,
I figure he ain't
gonna show up at all.
You're one of the
(mumbling), I can tell.
- He's got something I need.
- Shit.
Hey, yo.
You don't wanna go
poking around in here.
It's gonna make a big
hassle, cause big problems.
Hey man, you ain't
gonna find nothing.
Hey man, the beers
aren't on the house.
Hey man, just.
(shouting)
(groaning)
(grunting)
(pounding)
(snapping)
(cracking)
(groaning)
- Where's Weasel?
- I don't who you talking, man.
- You're buying from somebody.
- Fuck you.
Okay man, okay, cool it!
(dramatic music)
- Freeze!
(grunting)
So you like to get high, do you?
Let's get high.
(yelling)
- Oh god!
(screaming)
You crazy motherfucker!
Get me down from here!
- You ever heard
the name Stokes?
- I don't know nothing!
I just did what they tell me!
- And what'd they tell you?
- That this black dude
was gonna come to me
for a fix and that
I was supposed
to put bet on the guy.
- The smack, Weasel,
where's it coming from?
- Pendleton!
Pendleton's sugar mill!
Now get me the fuck out of here!
- Let's talk about the heroine
you're running out of your
sugar mills, Pendleton.
- What?
Who the hell are you?
- Brad Spyder.
Your worst nightmare.
- That badge doesn't
mean a damn thing here.
- Then this will.
- God, you're insane.
- Yeah, I know.
Someone blew my partner
away three nights ago
in this hotel room in
this sleazy city of yours.
- What the hell has
that got to do with me?
- I think you had him set up.
- Drop the gun.
- I suggest you
do what she says.
She's really quite good.
- I bet she is.
I don't have time for
you right now, lady.
I'm looking for a cop killer.
- The LA cop that
was killed downtown.
He seems to think
we're somehow involved.
- Whoever killed Lee
Stokes was running a hell
of a lot of smack out
of your sugar mill
and you expect me to believe you
don't know anything about it?
- Mr. Spyder, my father
happens to be president
of the Pendleton
Group of companies
which oversees more
than 50 corporations
of which sugar is one.
If you have any proof
to these allegations,
we'll be more than
happy to look into them.
We believe in supporting our
law enforcement officers.
- You had a son in Nam.
- Now that, Mr.
Spyder, is my business.
- Does the name Jeff
Stokes mean anything
to you, Mr. Pendleton?
- This intrusion is over.
Now you just get out!
Get out of my house!
- Mr. Spyder.
I think we should talk.
Call me.
(downbeat music)
- [Brad] Hey, Kanaka.
- Hey, Spyder.
- I need to ask you a favor.
- Sure, you got it.
- I need the ballistics
report on the Stokes case.
- Oh, I can get it
for you no problem.
It's just I got the
graveyard shift tonight.
I won't be off til four a.m.
- Alright, I'll come by.
- Well hey, you're at
the Palm View, right?
- Yeah.
- Well no sweat, I can drop
it off on the way home.
- Great.
Oh, by the way.
What do you know about a guy
named Roderick Pendleton?
- Pendleton?
- Yeah.
- You mean his money
is involved in this?
- Could be.
- Jesus, man, don't
tell the chief.
- Why?
- Roderick Pendleton is
the most prominent citizen
this town has got.
He supports everything.
Especially the police force.
Man, he is like a
god in these parts.
Even if the loss of his son's
thrown the guy a little bit
out of wack.
- What happened to his son?
- He was a chopper pilot in Nam.
He got shot down.
The old man thinks he's
still alive somewhere.
There's some talk about
him putting together a team
and go in and pull the guy out.
Stuff like that.
- Alright, thanks.
I'll see you at four.
- I'll bring the stuff over.
Here's those ballistics
reports you wanted.
Checked the slugs
we found in the room
with all the firearms
registered on the island.
I called central
Honolulu, same thing.
Those guns had to
have been brought in.
- Psst, hey mister.
Psst.
Hey mister.
Come here, come here.
- Let yourself in.
- Listen, there were
a couple of guys
in your room just a while ago.
I thought you ought to know.
- Kanaka!
(exploding)
Emma, get some help!
- What the hell
happened out there?
- Well sir, according
to the clerk,
there was this big explosion.
Then that Spyder guy,
he comes running out,
hops into the cop car and
hauls ass out of there.
(dramatic music)
(brakes squealing)
- I want a roadblock
set up out here
at coastal road, right now.
(metal crashing)
(exploding)
(car exploding)
- Wanna fuck with me, huh?
You wanna fuck with
me, motherfucker?
Come on.
Fucking head off, motherfucker.
You're a dead man!
(mumbling) you fucking head off.
- You're the cocksucker
that killed Stokes!
- (mumbling) let him go!
Let him go!
Come on, come on!
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(knocking)
- My god.
- Found the guy that killed Lee.
- I feel responsible for this.
I wasn't exactly
truthful with you.
When I ran his name
through the computer,
I found some classified files.
I got into them
and I found out that
Stokes wasn't a POW.
He was a deserter.
It seems that the army
had more of his kind
than they'd like to admit
so some got reclassified
missing in action.
- So Friedkin goes
and finds Jeff
somewhere up in Asia
and brings him back
to do a song and dance
for your old man.
- I also ran Friedkin's file.
He was with the CIA
but he was fired
for running drugs out
of Laos and Cambodia.
- You knew that all the time.
- It would have
killed my dad to know
that it was nothing
more than a cruel scam.
Friedkin had promised that Kevin
was coming back this week.
- Sounds to me that Friedkin's
bringing in a shipment.
He's not bringing
your brother back.
(sirens wailing)
(chattering)
- Load up the gear,
get the men ready.
We're moving out of here.
Come on.
(tense music)
- Stay where you are, Spyder!
Are you alright, Ms. Pendleton?
- Look chief, we need to--
- Stay the god damn
fuck where you are,
you god damn walking disaster!
One of my cops is dead and
one of my cars' a total wreck.
You've been harassing the
town's most prominent citizen.
You're under arrest!
- Chief, my father's been taken
for five million dollars.
- There's a guy with a
god damn army out there
and he's flying in a
whole load of smack
into your precious little town
and we need to do
something about it now!
- Matthews, with me.
Davidson, get a back up.
In case LA law here
is on the level.
And you, get in the front seat
where I can see
you all the time.
- [Roderick] What's the matter?
- That LA cop is throwing a
monkey wrench into things.
We're gonna have to move fast
if we're gonna bring Kevin back.
- Not gonna let that
young misguided cop
get in my way now.
I've waited far
too long for this.
- Good, we'll need
the cash right now.
- Of course.
- Friedkins' taken
over the compound.
(guns firing)
- What on earth is going on?
- Never mind, never mind!
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
- Dad!
- It's Karen.
- It's all a lie!
- She doesn't know
what she's saying.
The money, Pendleton, the money!
For Kevin!
- Karen wouldn't lie to me.
She never has.
- That cop has fucked
up her head, man.
Can't you see that?
We need the cash now
before it's too late.
- Daddy, please, listen to me!
They can't bring Kevin back!
They're using you!
They don't even
care about Kevin!
- Get the god damn
cash, Pendleton!
- You are on the
level, aren't you?
Kevin is everything to me.
Promise me his safe return.
You promised me.
You said you'd
bring my boy home!
- [Friedkin] Pick him up!
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(guns firing)
- Dad!
He took my dad.
- I'll be in touch.
- You bring the five
million dollars,
fly it on down to the
old refinery tomorrow
by 11 o'clock alone or
else the old man dies.
Do you understand?
- There's nothing I hate
worse than a crooked cop.
(grunting)
How far are you
willing to take this?
- As far as I have to.
- What's the deal?
- The plane is on the strip now
ready for the men and the gear.
The girl's on the
way with some money.
It's gonna be tight
but we'll make it.
- What about the old man?
- I want them to fly out of here
but not too far.
- Smart.
10 grams of plastic on the
base of the trail motor.
Look like an accident.
- The more confusion we
create, the more time we got.
- Think the girl will show?
- She'll show.
- What about the cop?
- I hope he shows.
(laughing)
- Go.
- Go to it.
Okay, rendezvous at
the strip, one minute.
Come on, move it!
(exploding)
(yelling)
- Get her back up there.
- No, you have the money!
Now let us go!
- Change of plans!
Get up there with him, hurry up!
(tires squealing)
(sirens wailing)
(guns firing)
(grenade exploding)
(guns firing)
(grenade exploding)
(guns firing)
(groaning)
(shouting)
(guns firing)
(yelling)
(groaning)
(grunting)
- Pendleton!
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(sirens wailing)
(shrieking)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(shouting)
(yelling)
(helicopter exploding)
(grunting)
(yelling)
(upbeat music)