Militia (2000) - full transcript
An ATF agent goes undercover to retrieve stolen anthrax missiles.
ANDERSON: Gentlemen, late last
night, the Attorney General
granted me
authorization to stage
a tactical raid
on the Brotherhood
of Liberty compound.
It's the one we've
been waiting for.
It's where all our training
and all our rehearsing
is going to pay off.
[helicopter whirring]
ANDERSON: In less than two
hours, with God's help,
we are going to stop one of the
largest illegal arms operations
in history before
they can sell any more
AK-47s to high school
kids, and before they blow
up any more federal buildings.
Now that is our mission.
Our main objective is to take
into custody this man right
here, William Fain.
And as many of
his followers that
are smart enough to surrender.
[helicopters whirring]
Here's your coffee.
Thanks, honey.
Damn thing won't start.
Radiator.
Got down to below 30 last night.
I don't think it
bothered you much.
You sure kept me warm.
Aww.
What's the matter?
You all right?
Yeah.
I'm OK.
Where's Jimmy?
[gun shot]
Well, does that
answer your question?
I think he just shot a buffalo.
ANDERSON: Now the rules
of engagement are simple.
We will not fire first.
I don't want the stain
of Waco on this mission.
Now that said, we know that
Fain and his men are motivated.
He's trained them well.
They very well may
fire on us first.
God help them if they do,
because you men are better
motivated and you're better
trained than any of his men
could ever hope to be.
So gentlemen, strap
on your vests.
Cinch them up tight.
Those two mil of Kevlar may
be the only thing standing
between you and the almighty.
[clears throat]
You have something
to add, Carter?
No, sir.
You said it all.
Very good.
Gentlemen.
[helicopter whirring]
Roger, base.
We have target in sight.
They're coming!
William!
Get inside, Rachel.
Go on, go on.
Right now!
Please!
Get in there!
Jimmy!
What we gonna do, William?
We all knew this day
would come some time,
well this is it.
We will exercise fire discipline
as we have been trained.
And we will wait, I said wait,
until they fire on us first.
We don't want a war.
OK, take your position.
Jimmy!
Come on, buddy.
[gun shot]
Taking ground fire!
Great.
Fire at will.
I repeat, fire at will.
Daddy!
It's all right.
Better at the center
of the compound.
Take him down!
He's got his kid, sir.
You sons of bitches!
Carter, that's a
direct order, goddamnit!
Jimmy!
Christ.
Jesus Christ!
Hang in there, buddy.
Shit.
Shit.
It was a deliberate miss.
Just give them what
they want, William.
They want our lives, Rachel.
But that's something they're
going to have to take,
and it's going to cost them.
Give me some suppressing
fire along that fence row.
Going hot.
Get their fucking heads down.
Fire!
We are federal agents.
Throw your weapons outside
and exit the building.
Please, William.
Do what he says.
I can't do that.
You said you
didn't want a war.
I don't.
This is their war, not mine.
Please give up.
They're going to kill us all!
William!
Good idea, Tom.
Christ.
Bastards!
That's more like it, Carter.
Take her down.
William!
Ah, shit.
Tom, get my family
inside the mess hall.
Lock them inside.
Go on.
Go on, son.
No daddy, I won't!
Go on, do what I tell you.
No!
Your mommy needs a
man to protect her now.
That's you, ain't it?
Now go on.
Do what I tell you.
Go on with Tom.
Go on.
Go on.
You bastards!
It's OK, Jimmy.
It'll be over soon.
Cease fire.
All right, gentlemen.
Let's move in.
Carefully!
Are you Fain?
You and your men
are under arrest
for multiple felony
arms violations
and the murder of
federal agents.
We were defending
our property.
This is illegal trespass
what you're doing.
Wrong.
I've got a federal warrant for
the search of these premises.
I didn't catch
the name, officer.
Anderson.
Well, I tell you
what agent Anderson.
You can take that
warrant and stuff
it where the sun don't shine.
The only thing I
want from you is
my phone call and
somebody to get
your fucking bullet out of me.
Well, it ain't mine.
That belongs to
Agent Carter here.
Bobby, cuff him.
Carter, get this piece
of shit out of here.
Yes sir.
[yelling]
Torch it.
Torch all of it.
RADIO: Roger that.
Rachel!
Jimmy!
Jimmy!
[screaming]
[crying]
Must have blown
their own ammo.
They killed my boy.
[crying]
[crying]
We're closed.
Can I help you guys?
- I don't think so.
Thank you anyway.
[beeping]
We're in.
All right.
You've got three minutes
to get the merchandise.
I'll set the charges.
Fred.
Fred, how many times
have I told you?
Fred!
Shit, Fred!
[alarm sounding]
[beeping]
MAN ON PHONE: Section 20.
This is MP
Copeland at post 51.
We have a breach.
We have a breach.
One man is down and intruders
may still be on the premises.
Please advise.
MAN ON PHONE: Copeland, do
not attempt to apprehend.
Alert local authorities
and stay at your post.
Sir, all panels
have been decoded.
Request permission
to go to icon four.
MAN ON PHONE:
Permission granted.
[alarm continuing]
[police sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
[beeping]
[beeping]
We're in business.
[beeping]
[buzzing]
Well, hello boys.
Right on time.
[beeping]
[gun shots]
MONTGOMERY: Nonlethal
fuel supplies.
That's all the terrorists got,
according to the statement
released by the Pentagon.
But I'm getting off the
track here, fellow patriots.
What I meant to
say is, I think we
only need to look
in one direction
to find the culprit here.
And that is directly
at Washington D.C.
and their minions in the UN.
I mean think about it, folks.
Who else would kill their
own to justify an all out-war
on our personal freedoms?
They did it at Ruby Ridge.
They did it at Waco.
They did it at Oklahoma City.
And then they tried to cover
up their jackboot tactics
by pointing the finger directly
at those of us who love freedom
and who seek only to preserve
the legacy bequeathed
to us by our forefathers.
Oh fellow patriots, a new
world order is coming.
A dictatorship like none
the world has ever seen.
Now some of you people,
you go to sleep at night
and you think, "Oh, no.
It can't happen here."
Well, let me tell you
something, patriots.
It can.
Now it won't happen all at once.
No, no, no.
They're too clever for that.
No, like a thief in
the night they'll come.
And Americans are going
to wake up one morning.
They're gonna look
around, and they're
going to cry, "What happened?
Why didn't somebody warn us?"
Well, this is your
warning, fellow patriots.
This is your wake up call.
This is George Armstrong.
My mama would've
called me Custer,
but that space
was already taken.
Montgomery.
Until tomorrow
That's so clever.
It's just so clever, you know?
Dressing up
anti-Semitism and racism
as anti-government anger.
He's really such
a piece of work.
Yes he is.
Good old mad Monty.
I'm Julia Sanders, I'm
out from Washington.
Ethan Carter.
I know.
Heard a lot about you.
From?
Deputy Director Anderson.
Actually he had a lot of
nice things to say about you.
Yeah, I'll bet.
What, do you think
I'm bullshitting you?
I think that's
entirely possible, yeah.
And what would I
have to gain from that?
I don't know, but I'm
sure there's something.
Look, normally I'm only about
half as much of an asshole
as I am right now.
Dora, thank you.
But there are certain names
that tend to put my mood
right into the
shitter, and Anderson's
is at the top of the list.
So if you don't
mind, I'm just gonna
go back to my little cubicle,
finish my day's work.
You can go back to
Washington and tell
Anderson what a swell
guy I think he is,
and everybody'll be happy.
Why don't you
tell him yourself?
Carter, good to see you again.
You too, sir.
Why don't you have a seat?
Miss Sanders, have a seat.
Gentlemen, this is Ethan Carter.
Sanders you already know.
This is Major Wilson, Captain
Platt, and Captain Vandermeer.
Agent Carter is probably
one of our best field men.
Very possibly one of the best
rifle shots I have ever seen.
I can't think of anyone else
I'd rather be with on an op
when the fur starts to fly.
He's teamed up with Sanders
here on this assignment.
Our plan is to infiltrate
him into the Brotherhood
of Liberty, and see what
kind of intelligence
he can gather as to
what militia group is
responsible for the
theft of the anthrax.
Excuse me, sir.
Anthrax?
Sanders, why don't you
bring him up to speed on this?
Listen to me, sweetheart.
You can bring him up to
speed on your own time.
I don't have time to
waste on this thing.
It's real simple.
We need the anthrax, fast.
Well, we've been
working around the clock
on just that task, major.
Well, obviously
not hard enough.
Besides, I don't buy your
little theory about homegrown
militias being behind this.
Well actually, right wing
extremists have become quite
sophisticated in recent years.
Ah, bull shit.
That attack was planned
and conducted by pros.
Matter of fact, it was a precise
military operation with C4
charges everywhere we looked.
Now, half your militia
redneck freaks?
They can't even read.
Well not only
can they read, sir,
but they've been organizing
themselves on the internet.
And those "freaks" as you
call them, most of them
have been trained
by the US military.
Now we have very strong
evidence to believe that
the Brotherhood of Liberty--
Our profile does not
include rednecks with AK-47s.
Why don't you just let
her finish there, major?
What, am I going to
learn something new?
I got to tell you.
It's hard enough working with
you people in the first place,
but that's just the way it is.
I wouldn't be sitting here
listening to this garbage
if the law allowed us to operate
on US soil against US citizens.
The Constitution's a real pain
in the ass sometimes, isn't it?
Carter.
You know, Mad Monty would
have a blast with this guy.
Kicks into everything
he's talking about.
Carter, that's enough.
Actually, no sir.
I don't think it is.
These guys come in here.
They ask us to risk our lives
because they can't keep track
of their little toys,
and then they have
the balls to pull attitude.
Watch out, son.
Because you don't know
who you're fucking with.
Oh, actually, I think I do.
Really?
Yeah.
You're what, 40?
42 years old?
Probably been passed
over for colonel
two or three times by now.
And right about now you're
thinking, "You know,
this is about it."
Am I close?
We'll get your fucking
anthrax back for you.
Just remember to send us a
nice little thank you note.
You can attach it to one
of those $600 toilet seats
you guys are so, so fond of.
You're going to be hearing
from the Pentagon, Anderson.
Carter, I'm gonna be seeing you.
Gentlemen.
Haven't changed
a bit, have you?
People tell me
I've mellowed, sir.
Well, you don't screw
around as far as surprises
are concerned, do you?
You're wasting your time if you
think he's going to tell you
anything about the brotherhood.
You're right.
He probably won't.
But he has agreed to
infiltrate you into the group.
He what?
Everything is set up.
You and Fain are going
back into the brotherhood.
We sent out a
phony press release
stating that his
conviction had been
overturned because we
bad old boys in the ATF
didn't have a warrant.
We fired first
and all that crap.
Now you are a
prison buddy who is
sympathetic to the brotherhood.
Sanders is going to be your
control on this mission.
This Sanders.
That's right.
She's an analyst, sir.
I have completed the
full field training course.
Well how nice for you.
Tell me this is a joke.
I can't.
It's not.
Jesus Christ.
Why don't you just send her in?
I mean, she has completed the
full field training course.
You know that the
militia is a man's world.
Women have babies, they
load guns, and they cook.
What do you want me to
do, steal their recipes?
Enlighten me sir if you would
please as to why a man that I
shot two years ago would
suddenly just waltz me in, get
me all cozy with his
buddies, and then sit back
and watch while we
put them in jail?
Mr. Fain was not the
most popular person
in the federal penitentiary.
His experience
wasn't as enjoyable
as he thought it might be.
He is very receptive
and open to any solution
that might spring him early.
And you actually trust him.
I don't have to.
You do.
Here, he likes these.
Go get 'em.
That's good.
Take the cuffs off him.
I got it from here.
How's the shoulder?
Oh, swell.
Never felt better.
How's the conscience?
Never better.
Sit down.
You must be pissed, Anderson
hooking us up like this.
No, as a matter of fact,
it was one of my conditions.
I specifically asked
for you, Carter.
Sounds like you want revenge.
Revenge, yeah.
I want revenge.
But I want my freedom more.
Enough to sell
out your friends?
Friends.
My friends are either
dead or in prison.
Anyone left from the brotherhood
who was at my compound
wasn't man enough to
stand and fight that day.
The new brotherhood, I don't
know any of those people.
Yeah, but they do
know you, don't they?
Yeah, right.
I'm a hero.
Assuming we do get inside,
how do I know that once we're
inside you won't just kill me?
You see my hand?
You see that?
Yeah.
Your friend Anderson put a
tracking chip in there so they
can track me wherever I go.
If I meddle with it, they
come and pick me up, kill me,
whatever.
So you see, Carter,
I got incentive.
I'm what you boys like
to call motivated.
So let's just do this
thing, and get on with it.
What do you say?
I have the file on my desk.
I have no idea how long
it's going to take.
It's in your hands 'til then.
There we go.
All right.
Say hello for me.
Excuse me?
Your mother,
say hello from me.
Oh, by the way, we're
still on company time and--
ah, yep-- personal emails
are kind of a no-no.
What, are you reading
over my shoulder?
First of all, I'm
nowhere near your shoulder.
Secondly, I can't
even see your screen.
Then how do you know?
I'm just watching
your fingers.
Watching my fingers.
Yeah.
OK.
Carter is a wonderful man.
Carter is an immature asshole.
OK.
I guess I deserve that.
Is this one of your
half an asshole moments?
Yes.
Enjoy it while you can.
Does it ever get
down to a quarter?
Once, but the
wind was blowing.
So it doesn't really count.
Thanks for jumping in
today, with the major.
Guy had it coming.
Well, I appreciate it.
It almost made up for
what you said later.
About you having
no experience?
Mm-hmm.
I'll tell you the truth.
That's still bothering me.
What am I supposed
to do about it?
Short of actually
getting experience,
I guess there's
nothing you can do.
I'm sure it'll work out fine.
Yeah.
We seem to have a problem.
You got something on
your mind, go ahead.
Spit it out.
You want to know
hat my problem is?
OK, I'll tell you.
I've just having a
little bit of trouble
figuring out why a guy like
you would just suddenly turn
on everything you stood for.
Carter, how much time
you ever spend in prison?
OK.
I spent eight years
in the Mekong Delta
wondering if each day
was going to be my last.
And I'll be damned if
I want to spend my last
25 wondering the same thing.
You know I'm curious, Carter.
That bullet you shot me with.
Was it a hand load?
What difference
does that make?
Maybe a lot.
Tells me what kind
of man you are.
It was a .308 match.
168 grain bowtail hollow
point, sitting on top
of 46.2 grains of powder.
You loaded it?
No, the ammo company did.
See, unlike you, I'm only into
guns because it's my job, OK?
A tool.
I get no pleasure from them.
Bullshit.
Takes a lot of range time to
get as good as you are, buddy.
You spend a lot of
time with that rifle.
And I think there's
a part of you
that likes being able to
take a man out at 300 meters.
But for me, it's
not the guns I love.
It's just-- it's
just the principle.
I think people should
have the right to defend
themselves and their families.
OK, but unless you're
living in Sarajevo,
that does not require
automatic weapons.
You guys got 'em.
And that is my
exact point, OK?
You guys acquire them with
every single intention of using
them against the authorities.
You people break into people's
homes in the dead of night
wearing a black mask.
When I was growing up,
only the bad guys did that.
Not the cops.
All right, well, go
ahead and fill it up.
I'll go inside and
see what's happening.
Don't talk to strangers.
Asshole.
Shit.
Do I know you?
I don't think so.
You sure look familiar.
People tell me
that all the time.
I guess I've just got one
of those faces, you know?
[traffic passing]
Guess it was my mistake.
Sorry to trouble you.
- Ah, no.
No bother at all.
Have a good one.
He recognized you, didn't he?
He said I looked familiar.
That's not so good.
Who is he?
He's an old friend of mine.
One of the guys you
missed in Colorado.
His name's Tom Jeffries.
And right now, he's probably
on his way to Needles.
What's in Needles?
Not a hell of a lot, usually.
According to old Earl in there,
there's a meeting happening.
Most of the brotherhood
will be there.
What the hell is she doing here?
I'll let you know in a minute.
Goddammit.
You mind telling me what
it is you're doing here?
How about my
job, for starters?
What, did they teach you
this in field training 101?
"How to blow your agent's
cover in one easy step."
Look, Carter.
Anderson made me your chaperone.
Get used to it.
I'm not going anywhere.
Now excuse me, I'd like
to use the ladies' room.
Just keep your distance, OK?
[engine turning over]
Goddamnit.
MONTGOMERY: Well, chalk up
one for our side, folks.
Today the police
state did something
that surprised even a jaded
old son of a bitch like myself.
They admitted they done wrong.
Yes, sir.
Hard as it is to
believe, yesterday
a federal appeals
court overturned
the conviction of William Fain.
So as of today, he's a free man.
A hero is back
among us, patriots.
See, I told you.
MONTGOMERY: Yes, you can bet
we'll be hearing from him soon.
We have a good chance of getting
him right here on this show,
just as sure as 10
dimes buys a buck.
Hello, Bobbi.
William Fain, you're
a sight for sore eyes.
How you been, man?
Good.
Dad, is that him?
There.
How about a cold one?
Yeah.
Hey.
Name's Billy Joe Stephens,
and I'd be honored
to buy you that beer, Mr. Fain.
- Thanks.
Billy Joe, this
one's on the house.
And all the rest
of them after that.
Thanks.
I'm much obliged.
It's an honor to be
back among friends.
[inaudible]
So what's your
ugly friend having?
Beer, please.
Name's Ethan.
Edwards.
Hey Ethan, I'm Bobbi.
Any friend of William Fain
is welcome here any time.
Hey Tom, you're not
going to say hello?
I was getting to it.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, I heard this morning.
Crazy dog.
Yeah, yeah.
Say, meet my friend Ethan.
You know, I believe I did.
Mr. Fain, I'd sure like
you to meet son Doug.
All right, sure.
Doug.
William Fain.
How do you do, Doug?
Yo, Mr. Fain.
I've heard a lot about you.
It's a pleasure to have
you back home, sir.
Thank you.
It's good to be back.
You know, I've always
held you up as an example
for him to follow.
I sure hope I
can live up to it.
Oh, this is my pal Ethan.
- How you guys doing?
- Ethan.
Ethan.
Listen, there's a gun show
over in Bear Skin tomorrow.
Yeah?
You find my table, I'll fix
you up with something special.
And don't worry about
no background check, OK?
I know you just as
well as I need to.
Thanks, Billy Joe.
I appreciate that.
[laughing]
Boy, I bet some heads are
going to roll over at the ATF,
huh?
[laughing]
Yeah.
Listen, why don't they just
shit can that whole operation?
But those sons of bitches
on unemployment, huh?
I tell you what, I'd like
to see them slabbed out.
Just line them all up against
the wall, and let it go.
Amen, huh?
- There you go.
Amen.
I'm going to get a tequila.
Anyone want anything?
Yeah, get me a shot
of whiskey, will ya?
All right.
Yeah, I'll take one.
That's my That's my buddy Ethan.
He's from East Fort Worth.
That where you met him?
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Couple more beers?
No, actually.
Can I get a shot of tequila
and a whiskey, please?
Yeah.
So you worked here long?
Since I was a size eight.
So where do you know him from?
You one of the Montana boys?
No, I'm--
I'm from, uh--
He's from Texas.
You'll have to forgive him.
He's a little slow.
Especially when it comes to
giving his old buddy a whiskey.
You'll have to excuse me.
I was being charmed by the
wiles of the lovely lady here.
Yeah, well who wouldn't?
But hey, she ain't no lady.
All right, William Fain.
You might be everybody
else's hero in here,
but they can watch me throw
your ass out the front door
in about five seconds, OK?
She will, too.
Do you have a bathroom here?
Yeah, all the way back there.
Over on the left.
Thank you.
Start with me.
Come in here and start with me.
We boring you?
No, no.
Beer just ran
right through me.
You just need some
fresh air, Carter.
Yeah.
Let me refresh your memory.
I was up on that mountain
too, you ATF piece of shit.
Let's go.
I don't know what
the hell's going on
since you killed
his family, but I'm
sure as hell going to find out.
You got it wrong.
ATF kicked me out.
Oh, yeah?
Why is that?
Excessive use of force!
[gun shot]
What the hell was that?
Get out of here!
Go, go!
Not again.
Hey, bastard just
shot Tom Jeffries.
Come on, we can still catch him.
Come on!
Come on, Fain!
[car engine revving]
[tires squealing]
Man, you can sure
think on your feet.
I'll give you that.
I'm glad your friends
aren't so smart.
Smart enough!
Get a little closer, come on.
[gun shots]
Shit!
Fucking die!
Come on, Dad.
Get it closer.
Jesus!
Jump!
- What?
- Jump!
You're kidding!
They dead?
What do you think, Doug?
Get in the truck, Doug.
Shit.
Man, I'm getting too
old for this shit.
Jumping out of trucks.
This is fucking beautiful.
Well, that's it.
Blown.
Might as well be wearing big old
hats on our heads that say ATF.
Almost like you
planned it this way.
Come on.
I want to stop them
just as much as you do.
Oh yeah?
Why?
Why, when they believe the
exact same stupid bullshit
that you believe?
- No they don't.
They're different.
They're fucking terrorists, man.
You guys are all terrorists
as far as I'm concerned, man.
Every fucking one of you.
Don't say that
because it's not true.
You don't know what
terror is until you see
your son being shot at
by some son of a bitch
in a government helicopter.
Your son, your
wife, your followers.
All those people
are dead because
of you and your stupid
goddamn beliefs.
That's why they're dead.
They're not dead!
What?
I said they're not dead.
Anderson came to me and said,
"What will it take to get
you to work with the feds?"
I said, "Only one thing.
I want my wife and son back.
But you can't give me that.
And he said, "What if I can?"
He said, "We faked their deaths.
That's why we blew
up the compound."
What the fuck are
you talking about?
My wife made a deal with
him just before the raid.
Me for her and the kid.
So if I work with you
now, I get them back.
That's why we got
to keep going, pal.
Now come on.
[phone ringing]
[beeping]
Yeah.
Are you all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
We're doing just fine.
We're having a little barbecue
here over at Vasquez Canyon.
Let me ask you a question.
Why didn't you just walk into
the bar, whip out your gun
and blow a hole in the
jukebox and scream, "Hey!
These guys are ATF!"
Yeah, well I guess I was so
busy saving your life I just
couldn't get the initials out.
Let me ask you
another question.
Fain's wife and kid.
Are they still alive?
Hello?
Bad connection?
Yeah, they're still alive.
Look, Anderson wants to
pull the both of you out.
He says it's getting too risky.
Fuck him.
You want me to tell
him that you said that?
Yeah.
Tell him that.
We're not even close
to finished yet.
Good.
Let's go.
MONTGOMERY: Item.
Security preparations for the
upcoming World Terrorism Summit
began in earnest today
with the Praetorian Guard.
Oops, I meant the
Secret Service, sending
an advance team to Los Angeles.
Folks, on July fourth, our
beloved president and his NATO
lackeys will announce
the formation
of a new multinational
anti-terrorism force.
For those of you who didn't
catch that, I'll say it again.
Foreign troops, folks.
Right here on American soil.
I mean, to them I guess the
Constitution is just a guide.
I mean, who has to pay attention
to insignificant little details
like the Second
Amendment or the fourth?
And after all, who
needs warrants?
I mean, they take so
much time and effort.
Why not just let
the police go out
and arrest anybody they want to?
But let's get back to
the case at hand, folks.
The United Nations is
using foreign troops
to take over our
nation and impose
their new world
order, bought and paid
for by the US Congress.
So folks, I strongly suggest
you take a good, long look
at your Congressman.
Remember his face,
because one day
you may have to blow it off.
This is George
Armstrong Montgomery.
We'll be right back after this.
The homing devices
are in place,
but those missiles can't
lock into the target
if the Pentagon Air Defense
Shield is in operation
during the conference.
I told you, our friend at the
Pentagon is getting the disks.
Good.
What's the status?
We've already
loaded the anthrax
into the booster clusters.
So tomorrow we get
to play with rockets.
How many?
They're expected.
I'll go.
Jackpot.
Any ideas how to get inside?
Sure.
How about we walk
in the front door?
Son of a bitch.
Drop your weapon, Carter.
Right now!
Staley!
Well, the legend himself.
Let's not get hysterical.
You've had a full day.
I brought you a present.
Say hello to Agent
Ethan Carter of the ATF.
I said I'd get you
inside, didn't I?
MONTGOMERY: Patriots, you have
heard the distant thunder.
You have smelt the foul
wind of the new world order.
The day of reckoning is at hand.
That's right, folks.
In one way or another,
the end is at hand.
I have good news.
I just received
word that William
Fain will be appearing on
this show, maybe as soon as
tomorrow.
Until then, as the
folks in New Hampshire
like to say, live free or die.
Well, well, well.
Welcome back to
the fight, William.
Welcome back to the brotherhood.
Good to be here, George.
Good to see you.
You know, things
have changed a lot
around here since you left.
Oh, I know.
Agent Carter, I hear
that you're a longtime fan.
Longtime listener.
It's not the same thing.
Really?
I'm crushed.
Lock him in the guest room.
And you boys get some sleep.
We've got a lot of
work to do tomorrow.
You must be hungry.
- I am.
I am, George.
[honking]
Good morning.
Good morning.
I'm sorry, the tour
doesn't start until 10.
Yeah, I know.
Sorry.
I tried to call, but
reception is for shit up here.
Hey look, we're
scouting for a movie.
Thought this might
make a good location.
Hang on a second.
I'll be right down.
Hey.
- How you doing?
- Good, thanks.
I'm Gil Allen.
This is my producer,
Frank Ritter.
How are you doing?
Colonel Jim Donnerman,
US Army, retired.
What kind of a movie
are you doing here?
It's not porno or
anything like that, is it?
No, no.
It's an action film.
Action?
I love action movies.
Come on.
Who's in it?
Well, you know we haven't
really set the cast yet.
We're talking
to some big names.
Anyway, we thought you
could show us around a bit.
Absolutely.
And listen.
If you need any extras, or
maybe you've got a small part?
I've got my Screen
Actors Guild card here.
Yes, you do.
You know, that could
be very possible.
Well, just keep me in mind.
That's all.
Come on, I'll give
you the nickel tour.
It's your lucky day, bud.
Mr. Montgomery figures
he can use you,
so you get to live a while.
You're a real
piece of work, Fain.
You think so?
Yeah.
All that bullshit you were
spouting about your family
and wanting to get them back.
You're a hell of an actor.
I bought it.
My wife betrayed me.
She betrayed
everything I stood for.
Seems to run in your
family, doesn't it?
Oh, don't forget.
You've got that nice
little chip in your hand.
They know where you
are at all times.
Yeah, and don't
you forget we're
here to infiltrate a militia.
They'll wait a long
time before intervening,
otherwise they lose all hope
of getting the anthrax back.
Oh, and by the way,
Mr. Montgomery requests
your presence for supper.
And it ain't optional.
Have a good day.
Officially, this
is Nike missile
air defense base number LA-78.
De-activated in 1974.
The Nike missile was designed
to deliver a warhead up the butt
end of a Ruski bomber at 3.65
times the speed of sound.
Come on in, I want to
show you something.
Gentlemen, the Nike 6387.
That's impressive.
That's impressive.
Can you fire this whole thing?
Absolutely.
In fact, South Korea and
Greece still use them.
All you need's an engine
up the ass end there,
and a warhead to put
in the nose cone.
And a 10 man crew plus me.
I bet you don't need
your SAG card for that.
No sir, I don't.
People in this country don't
give a damn about politics.
You can't get 25% of
the population to vote,
let alone start a revolution.
Militiamen were
very few in 1776.
Most of the colonists
were content to just stay
in their homes,
live their lives.
Pay their taxes.
Exactly.
It took terrorism and reprisals
and bloodshed before the people
would fight back.
But they did.
And they'll do it again.
I could've stayed home
and listened to your radio
broadcast there, Monty.
Carter, this is
not about ratings.
It's not about speeches.
This is about an eye for an eye.
Blood for blood.
So you're going
to go and you're
gonna kill federal
agents because you
believe that little
black helicopters are
coming to get you?
Or that the evil ATF is going
to come into your house at night
while you're sleeping
and steal your guns?
Do you really believe that shit?
Hey.
You were at Ruby Ridge
and you were at Waco.
A lot of Americans
died that day.
Many of them were children.
And then your agency
tried to cover
their ass by lying about it.
That must've made
you feel real proud.
Don't tell me you
slept well that night.
I have my reasons, and I intend
to see my purpose through.
And I suggest that it's time
for both of you to see just how.
Gentlemen?
Gentlemen.
We under the pool now?
I had it double-lined
with lead so it won't leak.
Ah.
Tomorrow morning, the
President of the United States
joins NATO and other world
leaders in Los Angeles.
Though I will not be
attending the event myself,
as a member of the media, I
will send a representative.
Anthrax warheads.
Within 48 hours, everybody
attending that event
will be dead.
Half the population
of Los Angeles
will follow them to hell
before wind conditions
render the air safe again.
Who will get the
blame for that, George?
Well, who cares?
Foreign nationals,
the red Chinese.
It's not about blame.
It's about what our
federal government
will do after the attack.
The feds will
force a crackdown.
You can bet on that.
That's right.
On all personal freedoms.
We are going to
see guns outlawed.
We'll see curfews.
We'll see martial law.
UN troops will be brought in
to battle armed resistance.
Every conspiracy
freak's dream come true.
My dream, Agent Carter.
Seeds of a new American
Revolution have been sown.
Americans are going to
rise up by the millions,
and I'm going to be
the man to lead them.
So where do I fit into
your paranoid little fantasy?
Your body will be
found with evidence
implicating you in an ATF
scheme to assassinate me.
That's real good.
About as good as can
be expected, anyway.
Well, it's a little
footnote to the entire story,
which should increase
my popularity
with the great unwashed.
My ratings should be phenomenal.
Sir.
Staley's ready to make his move,
and the chopper's on the way.
Countdown to a new America.
Hello?
Anybody there?
Hello?
What's going on?
Didn't you get
my fax, colonel?
No.
We start shooting tomorrow.
The movie?
No.
Your missiles.
It wasn't until I
saw her naked that I
realized she was a big girl.
She was big.
She was real upset, wasn't she?
Oh.
Looks like we have
some visitors.
Excuse me.
Sir.
Evening, Major.
Take a seat.
After you.
So colonel, how
are my boys doing?
Not as fast as your
crews were, I bet.
Doesn't matter anyway.
You might get these
things launched,
but you can't aim them.
Not without guidance.
Ah, see, now that's what we
wanted to talk to you about.
I've studied all the
manuals, but I still
had a few specific
questions about the radar
tracking system.
I think you're
up shit creek, pal.
And I got the paddle.
I don't think so, colonel.
And you will help us.
You can't be serious.
This stuff is over 30 years old.
I've always been partial
to antiques myself.
You know, I don't
know if I can remember
how to work all this stuff.
I'd start
remembering, colonel,
because we can still
launch those missiles
with or without guidance.
Who knows what they might hit.
Nice, quiet neighborhood
filled with children.
A school.
The possibilities are endless.
What the hell is that?
What the hell is that sound?
It's a microwave
emergency signal.
Fail safe in case
of system shut down.
It has its own power supply.
I can't shut it off.
Take a fucking
hammer to the thing!
And this is where
everything happens.
Major Wilson, Agent Carter.
I thought you might like to
see how this thing works.
Montgomery, just
give me my money
and let me get in the air.
I've done my part.
I just want to be
out of the country
before your little
party gets started, OK?
This is the part where
he shoots you, Major.
Nonsense.
I'm a man of honor, Carter.
Of course, that's something
you wouldn't understand.
Pike, would you kindly escort
Major Wilson to our helicopter,
and tell the pilot to take
him any place he wants.
Pleasure.
I told you not to fuck
with me, didn't I Carter?
Now.
Now you're not so
goddamn cocky, are you?
So what did you get
out of the deal, Monty?
NORAD missile defense codes.
Thanks to Major Wilson, we
can target our missiles to any
coordinates we want,
including the Continental
Hotel where the
President will be giving
his speech at 0800 hours.
Yes, as the local
rednecks like to say,
you want to kill some
chickens you better
get inside the hen house.
Where to?
Don't worry about it.
Just get in the air.
What have you got?
The California
office just received
a call from the Coast Guard.
They've picked up some sort
of repeating emergency signal
on an old military frequency.
It's originating from an
abandoned missile base.
You think it's Carter?
I hope so.
It repeated for
almost two hours.
You tell him to have the
assault team standing by,
and we'll meet him
in what, 30 minutes?
You get us a chopper.
So how long were you in for?
Just shut up and
get me to Negalas.
If you don't mind,
I'd prefer Ensenada.
I hear it's very nice
this time of year.
Why am I not surprised?
How much money do you want?
That ain't the point, Major.
This isn't about money.
It's about innocent lives.
I was afraid of that.
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Where is he?
Where is he?
- Where's who?
[door closing]
That's Anderson,
Gerald Anderson.
Want me to spell it?
RADIO: No, I have it, sir.
Tell him to bring plenty
of men and equipment.
And make sure he gets that.
Over.
RADIO: Roger flight two niner.
Can you give me your ID?
Fain.
William Fain.
I'm with the ATF.
Will it fit?
Of course.
You worried?
No, but--
Hey, relax.
30 years ago army crews
did this 24 hours a day.
Not with anthrax.
How long?
Give me a half.
Sir, Staley's on the
link at the launch site.
The missile is in launch
position 30 minutes from mark.
Good.
Happy fourth of July.
If Fain got away,
you're blown, Monty.
Could be.
Maybe he just didn't have
the stomach for this.
Well I can tell you this.
Nothing is going to stop those
missiles except an alteration
of the launch code.
Nelson, lock her in.
Thank you, ladies
and gentlemen.
Let me begin today by saying
that we face terrible enemies
in this new world of ours.
Bathroom break
is over, colonel.
You're needed on the set.
Readying missiles one and two.
ETA launch, 15 minutes.
Missile 3 in position.
ANNOUNCER: Arm warhead.
Warheads armed and ready to go.
MONTGOMERY: Disengage
tactical defense shields.
MAN: Shields disengaged.
Activate homing beacons.
MAN: Beacons activated.
Those missiles will ride
Staley's beams right down
to the middle of
that conference.
Our common enemies respect
neither borders nor human life.
Thank god for NATO
countries fighting together
side by side, crushing terrorism
wherever it raises its head.
You hear that?
I'll check.
[rumbling]
All right, they're here.
Wake up and stay alert.
We are under attack.
I repeat, we are under attack.
Stand firm, Staley.
10 minutes counting.
Missile lock is good, and
we have five bogeys moving
in on the perimeter, sir.
End of broadcast, Monty.
You mean the cavalry's
coming in for the rescue.
Those missiles fly no
matter what, my friend.
[alarm sounding]
Launch the fucking missiles.
I can't.
They're not ready.
I'll have to go
bypass the circuits.
Well then go.
Move it!
I'll watch him.
I'd say you're
shit out of luck.
Oh, is that right, old man?
Well you're coming with me.
[gun shots]
[screaming]
Move in.
Go, go, go, go!
MAN: Five minutes.
Activate final ignition.
Ignition activated.
The United States, the United
Nations, and the entire world--
pardon me, ladies and gentlemen.
[rumbling]
What the hell was that?
That should wake them up.
Let's stop the missiles!
OK, hold it right there.
Hold it.
Don't move or I'll
kill the colonel.
Hold your fire!
All right.
Now you've got two reasons
to back out of here.
Number one, I will put a
bullet in his fucking head.
And number two, you
got about four minutes
before this whole
place goes ground zero.
Now back out.
Now!
Back off.
Back off!
[screaming]
[thumping]
You five follow me.
The rest of you
guys out of here.
We're losing time!
[phone ringing]
That was good.
Let's do her again.
Take care of the colonel!
Can we override from here?
I don't know.
I'll try.
RADIO: Herd to rogue.
- This is rogue.
Go ahead, Herd.
Over.
We've got about three minutes
before these missiles launch.
Can you abort from there?
Negative.
I want you to blow
Montgomery's place.
Nike missiles self
destruct when they
lose their guidance systems.
It's our only chance.
What about the warheads?
Fired electronically.
Self-destruct shouldn't
trigger the anthrax.
I sure hope those
missiles read the manual.
Let's taken down quick, Dale.
You can't stop a
revolution, Carter!
There's less than three
minutes to launch.
OK, go.
Go, go.
Go.
Come on.
Go.
If we're not back
in two minutes,
get the hell out of here!
OK.
Clear!
[beeps]
[beeps]
Less than two minutes
to launch, Carter.
Carter.
There's no way out.
This is for America, Carter.
And so is this, George.
It's over.
Now drop that gun.
Right now.
Not until you pry it
from my cold, dead hands.
Have it your way.
Come on, Carter.
We've only got
about a minute left!
Wait no, I have to
abort the launch code.
Huh?
You know the codes?
I saw him type.
- Oh, great.
That makes me feel a lot better.
What the hell are
you talking about?
- Ask Sanders.
- Huh?
Cross your fingers.
Ah!
Go!
[laughing]
Come on, move your ass!
Come on.
You got family waiting.
Agent Sanders.
Hey.
Hey yourself.
Nice job.
You too.
I heard you got some experience.
So you're back to Washington?
Yeah, first thing tomorrow.
Tough being on
the fast track, huh?
I don't know if you noticed,
but the wind is not blowing.
Ah, yes.
A day like this I could actually
get down to 10% asshole.
Wow!
Maybe even five.
Really?
Go for a world record.
You want to try?
I'm buying.
Yes, that would be wonderful.
It is the least you
can do, by the way,
seeing as you have
the cushy job.
Oh, right.
Cushy.
Uh huh.
- You sit behind a desk all day.
Do my nails.
Do your nails.
[conversation fades]
[gentle music playing]
[music playing]
night, the Attorney General
granted me
authorization to stage
a tactical raid
on the Brotherhood
of Liberty compound.
It's the one we've
been waiting for.
It's where all our training
and all our rehearsing
is going to pay off.
[helicopter whirring]
ANDERSON: In less than two
hours, with God's help,
we are going to stop one of the
largest illegal arms operations
in history before
they can sell any more
AK-47s to high school
kids, and before they blow
up any more federal buildings.
Now that is our mission.
Our main objective is to take
into custody this man right
here, William Fain.
And as many of
his followers that
are smart enough to surrender.
[helicopters whirring]
Here's your coffee.
Thanks, honey.
Damn thing won't start.
Radiator.
Got down to below 30 last night.
I don't think it
bothered you much.
You sure kept me warm.
Aww.
What's the matter?
You all right?
Yeah.
I'm OK.
Where's Jimmy?
[gun shot]
Well, does that
answer your question?
I think he just shot a buffalo.
ANDERSON: Now the rules
of engagement are simple.
We will not fire first.
I don't want the stain
of Waco on this mission.
Now that said, we know that
Fain and his men are motivated.
He's trained them well.
They very well may
fire on us first.
God help them if they do,
because you men are better
motivated and you're better
trained than any of his men
could ever hope to be.
So gentlemen, strap
on your vests.
Cinch them up tight.
Those two mil of Kevlar may
be the only thing standing
between you and the almighty.
[clears throat]
You have something
to add, Carter?
No, sir.
You said it all.
Very good.
Gentlemen.
[helicopter whirring]
Roger, base.
We have target in sight.
They're coming!
William!
Get inside, Rachel.
Go on, go on.
Right now!
Please!
Get in there!
Jimmy!
What we gonna do, William?
We all knew this day
would come some time,
well this is it.
We will exercise fire discipline
as we have been trained.
And we will wait, I said wait,
until they fire on us first.
We don't want a war.
OK, take your position.
Jimmy!
Come on, buddy.
[gun shot]
Taking ground fire!
Great.
Fire at will.
I repeat, fire at will.
Daddy!
It's all right.
Better at the center
of the compound.
Take him down!
He's got his kid, sir.
You sons of bitches!
Carter, that's a
direct order, goddamnit!
Jimmy!
Christ.
Jesus Christ!
Hang in there, buddy.
Shit.
Shit.
It was a deliberate miss.
Just give them what
they want, William.
They want our lives, Rachel.
But that's something they're
going to have to take,
and it's going to cost them.
Give me some suppressing
fire along that fence row.
Going hot.
Get their fucking heads down.
Fire!
We are federal agents.
Throw your weapons outside
and exit the building.
Please, William.
Do what he says.
I can't do that.
You said you
didn't want a war.
I don't.
This is their war, not mine.
Please give up.
They're going to kill us all!
William!
Good idea, Tom.
Christ.
Bastards!
That's more like it, Carter.
Take her down.
William!
Ah, shit.
Tom, get my family
inside the mess hall.
Lock them inside.
Go on.
Go on, son.
No daddy, I won't!
Go on, do what I tell you.
No!
Your mommy needs a
man to protect her now.
That's you, ain't it?
Now go on.
Do what I tell you.
Go on with Tom.
Go on.
Go on.
You bastards!
It's OK, Jimmy.
It'll be over soon.
Cease fire.
All right, gentlemen.
Let's move in.
Carefully!
Are you Fain?
You and your men
are under arrest
for multiple felony
arms violations
and the murder of
federal agents.
We were defending
our property.
This is illegal trespass
what you're doing.
Wrong.
I've got a federal warrant for
the search of these premises.
I didn't catch
the name, officer.
Anderson.
Well, I tell you
what agent Anderson.
You can take that
warrant and stuff
it where the sun don't shine.
The only thing I
want from you is
my phone call and
somebody to get
your fucking bullet out of me.
Well, it ain't mine.
That belongs to
Agent Carter here.
Bobby, cuff him.
Carter, get this piece
of shit out of here.
Yes sir.
[yelling]
Torch it.
Torch all of it.
RADIO: Roger that.
Rachel!
Jimmy!
Jimmy!
[screaming]
[crying]
Must have blown
their own ammo.
They killed my boy.
[crying]
[crying]
We're closed.
Can I help you guys?
- I don't think so.
Thank you anyway.
[beeping]
We're in.
All right.
You've got three minutes
to get the merchandise.
I'll set the charges.
Fred.
Fred, how many times
have I told you?
Fred!
Shit, Fred!
[alarm sounding]
[beeping]
MAN ON PHONE: Section 20.
This is MP
Copeland at post 51.
We have a breach.
We have a breach.
One man is down and intruders
may still be on the premises.
Please advise.
MAN ON PHONE: Copeland, do
not attempt to apprehend.
Alert local authorities
and stay at your post.
Sir, all panels
have been decoded.
Request permission
to go to icon four.
MAN ON PHONE:
Permission granted.
[alarm continuing]
[police sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
[beeping]
[beeping]
We're in business.
[beeping]
[buzzing]
Well, hello boys.
Right on time.
[beeping]
[gun shots]
MONTGOMERY: Nonlethal
fuel supplies.
That's all the terrorists got,
according to the statement
released by the Pentagon.
But I'm getting off the
track here, fellow patriots.
What I meant to
say is, I think we
only need to look
in one direction
to find the culprit here.
And that is directly
at Washington D.C.
and their minions in the UN.
I mean think about it, folks.
Who else would kill their
own to justify an all out-war
on our personal freedoms?
They did it at Ruby Ridge.
They did it at Waco.
They did it at Oklahoma City.
And then they tried to cover
up their jackboot tactics
by pointing the finger directly
at those of us who love freedom
and who seek only to preserve
the legacy bequeathed
to us by our forefathers.
Oh fellow patriots, a new
world order is coming.
A dictatorship like none
the world has ever seen.
Now some of you people,
you go to sleep at night
and you think, "Oh, no.
It can't happen here."
Well, let me tell you
something, patriots.
It can.
Now it won't happen all at once.
No, no, no.
They're too clever for that.
No, like a thief in
the night they'll come.
And Americans are going
to wake up one morning.
They're gonna look
around, and they're
going to cry, "What happened?
Why didn't somebody warn us?"
Well, this is your
warning, fellow patriots.
This is your wake up call.
This is George Armstrong.
My mama would've
called me Custer,
but that space
was already taken.
Montgomery.
Until tomorrow
That's so clever.
It's just so clever, you know?
Dressing up
anti-Semitism and racism
as anti-government anger.
He's really such
a piece of work.
Yes he is.
Good old mad Monty.
I'm Julia Sanders, I'm
out from Washington.
Ethan Carter.
I know.
Heard a lot about you.
From?
Deputy Director Anderson.
Actually he had a lot of
nice things to say about you.
Yeah, I'll bet.
What, do you think
I'm bullshitting you?
I think that's
entirely possible, yeah.
And what would I
have to gain from that?
I don't know, but I'm
sure there's something.
Look, normally I'm only about
half as much of an asshole
as I am right now.
Dora, thank you.
But there are certain names
that tend to put my mood
right into the
shitter, and Anderson's
is at the top of the list.
So if you don't
mind, I'm just gonna
go back to my little cubicle,
finish my day's work.
You can go back to
Washington and tell
Anderson what a swell
guy I think he is,
and everybody'll be happy.
Why don't you
tell him yourself?
Carter, good to see you again.
You too, sir.
Why don't you have a seat?
Miss Sanders, have a seat.
Gentlemen, this is Ethan Carter.
Sanders you already know.
This is Major Wilson, Captain
Platt, and Captain Vandermeer.
Agent Carter is probably
one of our best field men.
Very possibly one of the best
rifle shots I have ever seen.
I can't think of anyone else
I'd rather be with on an op
when the fur starts to fly.
He's teamed up with Sanders
here on this assignment.
Our plan is to infiltrate
him into the Brotherhood
of Liberty, and see what
kind of intelligence
he can gather as to
what militia group is
responsible for the
theft of the anthrax.
Excuse me, sir.
Anthrax?
Sanders, why don't you
bring him up to speed on this?
Listen to me, sweetheart.
You can bring him up to
speed on your own time.
I don't have time to
waste on this thing.
It's real simple.
We need the anthrax, fast.
Well, we've been
working around the clock
on just that task, major.
Well, obviously
not hard enough.
Besides, I don't buy your
little theory about homegrown
militias being behind this.
Well actually, right wing
extremists have become quite
sophisticated in recent years.
Ah, bull shit.
That attack was planned
and conducted by pros.
Matter of fact, it was a precise
military operation with C4
charges everywhere we looked.
Now, half your militia
redneck freaks?
They can't even read.
Well not only
can they read, sir,
but they've been organizing
themselves on the internet.
And those "freaks" as you
call them, most of them
have been trained
by the US military.
Now we have very strong
evidence to believe that
the Brotherhood of Liberty--
Our profile does not
include rednecks with AK-47s.
Why don't you just let
her finish there, major?
What, am I going to
learn something new?
I got to tell you.
It's hard enough working with
you people in the first place,
but that's just the way it is.
I wouldn't be sitting here
listening to this garbage
if the law allowed us to operate
on US soil against US citizens.
The Constitution's a real pain
in the ass sometimes, isn't it?
Carter.
You know, Mad Monty would
have a blast with this guy.
Kicks into everything
he's talking about.
Carter, that's enough.
Actually, no sir.
I don't think it is.
These guys come in here.
They ask us to risk our lives
because they can't keep track
of their little toys,
and then they have
the balls to pull attitude.
Watch out, son.
Because you don't know
who you're fucking with.
Oh, actually, I think I do.
Really?
Yeah.
You're what, 40?
42 years old?
Probably been passed
over for colonel
two or three times by now.
And right about now you're
thinking, "You know,
this is about it."
Am I close?
We'll get your fucking
anthrax back for you.
Just remember to send us a
nice little thank you note.
You can attach it to one
of those $600 toilet seats
you guys are so, so fond of.
You're going to be hearing
from the Pentagon, Anderson.
Carter, I'm gonna be seeing you.
Gentlemen.
Haven't changed
a bit, have you?
People tell me
I've mellowed, sir.
Well, you don't screw
around as far as surprises
are concerned, do you?
You're wasting your time if you
think he's going to tell you
anything about the brotherhood.
You're right.
He probably won't.
But he has agreed to
infiltrate you into the group.
He what?
Everything is set up.
You and Fain are going
back into the brotherhood.
We sent out a
phony press release
stating that his
conviction had been
overturned because we
bad old boys in the ATF
didn't have a warrant.
We fired first
and all that crap.
Now you are a
prison buddy who is
sympathetic to the brotherhood.
Sanders is going to be your
control on this mission.
This Sanders.
That's right.
She's an analyst, sir.
I have completed the
full field training course.
Well how nice for you.
Tell me this is a joke.
I can't.
It's not.
Jesus Christ.
Why don't you just send her in?
I mean, she has completed the
full field training course.
You know that the
militia is a man's world.
Women have babies, they
load guns, and they cook.
What do you want me to
do, steal their recipes?
Enlighten me sir if you would
please as to why a man that I
shot two years ago would
suddenly just waltz me in, get
me all cozy with his
buddies, and then sit back
and watch while we
put them in jail?
Mr. Fain was not the
most popular person
in the federal penitentiary.
His experience
wasn't as enjoyable
as he thought it might be.
He is very receptive
and open to any solution
that might spring him early.
And you actually trust him.
I don't have to.
You do.
Here, he likes these.
Go get 'em.
That's good.
Take the cuffs off him.
I got it from here.
How's the shoulder?
Oh, swell.
Never felt better.
How's the conscience?
Never better.
Sit down.
You must be pissed, Anderson
hooking us up like this.
No, as a matter of fact,
it was one of my conditions.
I specifically asked
for you, Carter.
Sounds like you want revenge.
Revenge, yeah.
I want revenge.
But I want my freedom more.
Enough to sell
out your friends?
Friends.
My friends are either
dead or in prison.
Anyone left from the brotherhood
who was at my compound
wasn't man enough to
stand and fight that day.
The new brotherhood, I don't
know any of those people.
Yeah, but they do
know you, don't they?
Yeah, right.
I'm a hero.
Assuming we do get inside,
how do I know that once we're
inside you won't just kill me?
You see my hand?
You see that?
Yeah.
Your friend Anderson put a
tracking chip in there so they
can track me wherever I go.
If I meddle with it, they
come and pick me up, kill me,
whatever.
So you see, Carter,
I got incentive.
I'm what you boys like
to call motivated.
So let's just do this
thing, and get on with it.
What do you say?
I have the file on my desk.
I have no idea how long
it's going to take.
It's in your hands 'til then.
There we go.
All right.
Say hello for me.
Excuse me?
Your mother,
say hello from me.
Oh, by the way, we're
still on company time and--
ah, yep-- personal emails
are kind of a no-no.
What, are you reading
over my shoulder?
First of all, I'm
nowhere near your shoulder.
Secondly, I can't
even see your screen.
Then how do you know?
I'm just watching
your fingers.
Watching my fingers.
Yeah.
OK.
Carter is a wonderful man.
Carter is an immature asshole.
OK.
I guess I deserve that.
Is this one of your
half an asshole moments?
Yes.
Enjoy it while you can.
Does it ever get
down to a quarter?
Once, but the
wind was blowing.
So it doesn't really count.
Thanks for jumping in
today, with the major.
Guy had it coming.
Well, I appreciate it.
It almost made up for
what you said later.
About you having
no experience?
Mm-hmm.
I'll tell you the truth.
That's still bothering me.
What am I supposed
to do about it?
Short of actually
getting experience,
I guess there's
nothing you can do.
I'm sure it'll work out fine.
Yeah.
We seem to have a problem.
You got something on
your mind, go ahead.
Spit it out.
You want to know
hat my problem is?
OK, I'll tell you.
I've just having a
little bit of trouble
figuring out why a guy like
you would just suddenly turn
on everything you stood for.
Carter, how much time
you ever spend in prison?
OK.
I spent eight years
in the Mekong Delta
wondering if each day
was going to be my last.
And I'll be damned if
I want to spend my last
25 wondering the same thing.
You know I'm curious, Carter.
That bullet you shot me with.
Was it a hand load?
What difference
does that make?
Maybe a lot.
Tells me what kind
of man you are.
It was a .308 match.
168 grain bowtail hollow
point, sitting on top
of 46.2 grains of powder.
You loaded it?
No, the ammo company did.
See, unlike you, I'm only into
guns because it's my job, OK?
A tool.
I get no pleasure from them.
Bullshit.
Takes a lot of range time to
get as good as you are, buddy.
You spend a lot of
time with that rifle.
And I think there's
a part of you
that likes being able to
take a man out at 300 meters.
But for me, it's
not the guns I love.
It's just-- it's
just the principle.
I think people should
have the right to defend
themselves and their families.
OK, but unless you're
living in Sarajevo,
that does not require
automatic weapons.
You guys got 'em.
And that is my
exact point, OK?
You guys acquire them with
every single intention of using
them against the authorities.
You people break into people's
homes in the dead of night
wearing a black mask.
When I was growing up,
only the bad guys did that.
Not the cops.
All right, well, go
ahead and fill it up.
I'll go inside and
see what's happening.
Don't talk to strangers.
Asshole.
Shit.
Do I know you?
I don't think so.
You sure look familiar.
People tell me
that all the time.
I guess I've just got one
of those faces, you know?
[traffic passing]
Guess it was my mistake.
Sorry to trouble you.
- Ah, no.
No bother at all.
Have a good one.
He recognized you, didn't he?
He said I looked familiar.
That's not so good.
Who is he?
He's an old friend of mine.
One of the guys you
missed in Colorado.
His name's Tom Jeffries.
And right now, he's probably
on his way to Needles.
What's in Needles?
Not a hell of a lot, usually.
According to old Earl in there,
there's a meeting happening.
Most of the brotherhood
will be there.
What the hell is she doing here?
I'll let you know in a minute.
Goddammit.
You mind telling me what
it is you're doing here?
How about my
job, for starters?
What, did they teach you
this in field training 101?
"How to blow your agent's
cover in one easy step."
Look, Carter.
Anderson made me your chaperone.
Get used to it.
I'm not going anywhere.
Now excuse me, I'd like
to use the ladies' room.
Just keep your distance, OK?
[engine turning over]
Goddamnit.
MONTGOMERY: Well, chalk up
one for our side, folks.
Today the police
state did something
that surprised even a jaded
old son of a bitch like myself.
They admitted they done wrong.
Yes, sir.
Hard as it is to
believe, yesterday
a federal appeals
court overturned
the conviction of William Fain.
So as of today, he's a free man.
A hero is back
among us, patriots.
See, I told you.
MONTGOMERY: Yes, you can bet
we'll be hearing from him soon.
We have a good chance of getting
him right here on this show,
just as sure as 10
dimes buys a buck.
Hello, Bobbi.
William Fain, you're
a sight for sore eyes.
How you been, man?
Good.
Dad, is that him?
There.
How about a cold one?
Yeah.
Hey.
Name's Billy Joe Stephens,
and I'd be honored
to buy you that beer, Mr. Fain.
- Thanks.
Billy Joe, this
one's on the house.
And all the rest
of them after that.
Thanks.
I'm much obliged.
It's an honor to be
back among friends.
[inaudible]
So what's your
ugly friend having?
Beer, please.
Name's Ethan.
Edwards.
Hey Ethan, I'm Bobbi.
Any friend of William Fain
is welcome here any time.
Hey Tom, you're not
going to say hello?
I was getting to it.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, I heard this morning.
Crazy dog.
Yeah, yeah.
Say, meet my friend Ethan.
You know, I believe I did.
Mr. Fain, I'd sure like
you to meet son Doug.
All right, sure.
Doug.
William Fain.
How do you do, Doug?
Yo, Mr. Fain.
I've heard a lot about you.
It's a pleasure to have
you back home, sir.
Thank you.
It's good to be back.
You know, I've always
held you up as an example
for him to follow.
I sure hope I
can live up to it.
Oh, this is my pal Ethan.
- How you guys doing?
- Ethan.
Ethan.
Listen, there's a gun show
over in Bear Skin tomorrow.
Yeah?
You find my table, I'll fix
you up with something special.
And don't worry about
no background check, OK?
I know you just as
well as I need to.
Thanks, Billy Joe.
I appreciate that.
[laughing]
Boy, I bet some heads are
going to roll over at the ATF,
huh?
[laughing]
Yeah.
Listen, why don't they just
shit can that whole operation?
But those sons of bitches
on unemployment, huh?
I tell you what, I'd like
to see them slabbed out.
Just line them all up against
the wall, and let it go.
Amen, huh?
- There you go.
Amen.
I'm going to get a tequila.
Anyone want anything?
Yeah, get me a shot
of whiskey, will ya?
All right.
Yeah, I'll take one.
That's my That's my buddy Ethan.
He's from East Fort Worth.
That where you met him?
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Couple more beers?
No, actually.
Can I get a shot of tequila
and a whiskey, please?
Yeah.
So you worked here long?
Since I was a size eight.
So where do you know him from?
You one of the Montana boys?
No, I'm--
I'm from, uh--
He's from Texas.
You'll have to forgive him.
He's a little slow.
Especially when it comes to
giving his old buddy a whiskey.
You'll have to excuse me.
I was being charmed by the
wiles of the lovely lady here.
Yeah, well who wouldn't?
But hey, she ain't no lady.
All right, William Fain.
You might be everybody
else's hero in here,
but they can watch me throw
your ass out the front door
in about five seconds, OK?
She will, too.
Do you have a bathroom here?
Yeah, all the way back there.
Over on the left.
Thank you.
Start with me.
Come in here and start with me.
We boring you?
No, no.
Beer just ran
right through me.
You just need some
fresh air, Carter.
Yeah.
Let me refresh your memory.
I was up on that mountain
too, you ATF piece of shit.
Let's go.
I don't know what
the hell's going on
since you killed
his family, but I'm
sure as hell going to find out.
You got it wrong.
ATF kicked me out.
Oh, yeah?
Why is that?
Excessive use of force!
[gun shot]
What the hell was that?
Get out of here!
Go, go!
Not again.
Hey, bastard just
shot Tom Jeffries.
Come on, we can still catch him.
Come on!
Come on, Fain!
[car engine revving]
[tires squealing]
Man, you can sure
think on your feet.
I'll give you that.
I'm glad your friends
aren't so smart.
Smart enough!
Get a little closer, come on.
[gun shots]
Shit!
Fucking die!
Come on, Dad.
Get it closer.
Jesus!
Jump!
- What?
- Jump!
You're kidding!
They dead?
What do you think, Doug?
Get in the truck, Doug.
Shit.
Man, I'm getting too
old for this shit.
Jumping out of trucks.
This is fucking beautiful.
Well, that's it.
Blown.
Might as well be wearing big old
hats on our heads that say ATF.
Almost like you
planned it this way.
Come on.
I want to stop them
just as much as you do.
Oh yeah?
Why?
Why, when they believe the
exact same stupid bullshit
that you believe?
- No they don't.
They're different.
They're fucking terrorists, man.
You guys are all terrorists
as far as I'm concerned, man.
Every fucking one of you.
Don't say that
because it's not true.
You don't know what
terror is until you see
your son being shot at
by some son of a bitch
in a government helicopter.
Your son, your
wife, your followers.
All those people
are dead because
of you and your stupid
goddamn beliefs.
That's why they're dead.
They're not dead!
What?
I said they're not dead.
Anderson came to me and said,
"What will it take to get
you to work with the feds?"
I said, "Only one thing.
I want my wife and son back.
But you can't give me that.
And he said, "What if I can?"
He said, "We faked their deaths.
That's why we blew
up the compound."
What the fuck are
you talking about?
My wife made a deal with
him just before the raid.
Me for her and the kid.
So if I work with you
now, I get them back.
That's why we got
to keep going, pal.
Now come on.
[phone ringing]
[beeping]
Yeah.
Are you all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
We're doing just fine.
We're having a little barbecue
here over at Vasquez Canyon.
Let me ask you a question.
Why didn't you just walk into
the bar, whip out your gun
and blow a hole in the
jukebox and scream, "Hey!
These guys are ATF!"
Yeah, well I guess I was so
busy saving your life I just
couldn't get the initials out.
Let me ask you
another question.
Fain's wife and kid.
Are they still alive?
Hello?
Bad connection?
Yeah, they're still alive.
Look, Anderson wants to
pull the both of you out.
He says it's getting too risky.
Fuck him.
You want me to tell
him that you said that?
Yeah.
Tell him that.
We're not even close
to finished yet.
Good.
Let's go.
MONTGOMERY: Item.
Security preparations for the
upcoming World Terrorism Summit
began in earnest today
with the Praetorian Guard.
Oops, I meant the
Secret Service, sending
an advance team to Los Angeles.
Folks, on July fourth, our
beloved president and his NATO
lackeys will announce
the formation
of a new multinational
anti-terrorism force.
For those of you who didn't
catch that, I'll say it again.
Foreign troops, folks.
Right here on American soil.
I mean, to them I guess the
Constitution is just a guide.
I mean, who has to pay attention
to insignificant little details
like the Second
Amendment or the fourth?
And after all, who
needs warrants?
I mean, they take so
much time and effort.
Why not just let
the police go out
and arrest anybody they want to?
But let's get back to
the case at hand, folks.
The United Nations is
using foreign troops
to take over our
nation and impose
their new world
order, bought and paid
for by the US Congress.
So folks, I strongly suggest
you take a good, long look
at your Congressman.
Remember his face,
because one day
you may have to blow it off.
This is George
Armstrong Montgomery.
We'll be right back after this.
The homing devices
are in place,
but those missiles can't
lock into the target
if the Pentagon Air Defense
Shield is in operation
during the conference.
I told you, our friend at the
Pentagon is getting the disks.
Good.
What's the status?
We've already
loaded the anthrax
into the booster clusters.
So tomorrow we get
to play with rockets.
How many?
They're expected.
I'll go.
Jackpot.
Any ideas how to get inside?
Sure.
How about we walk
in the front door?
Son of a bitch.
Drop your weapon, Carter.
Right now!
Staley!
Well, the legend himself.
Let's not get hysterical.
You've had a full day.
I brought you a present.
Say hello to Agent
Ethan Carter of the ATF.
I said I'd get you
inside, didn't I?
MONTGOMERY: Patriots, you have
heard the distant thunder.
You have smelt the foul
wind of the new world order.
The day of reckoning is at hand.
That's right, folks.
In one way or another,
the end is at hand.
I have good news.
I just received
word that William
Fain will be appearing on
this show, maybe as soon as
tomorrow.
Until then, as the
folks in New Hampshire
like to say, live free or die.
Well, well, well.
Welcome back to
the fight, William.
Welcome back to the brotherhood.
Good to be here, George.
Good to see you.
You know, things
have changed a lot
around here since you left.
Oh, I know.
Agent Carter, I hear
that you're a longtime fan.
Longtime listener.
It's not the same thing.
Really?
I'm crushed.
Lock him in the guest room.
And you boys get some sleep.
We've got a lot of
work to do tomorrow.
You must be hungry.
- I am.
I am, George.
[honking]
Good morning.
Good morning.
I'm sorry, the tour
doesn't start until 10.
Yeah, I know.
Sorry.
I tried to call, but
reception is for shit up here.
Hey look, we're
scouting for a movie.
Thought this might
make a good location.
Hang on a second.
I'll be right down.
Hey.
- How you doing?
- Good, thanks.
I'm Gil Allen.
This is my producer,
Frank Ritter.
How are you doing?
Colonel Jim Donnerman,
US Army, retired.
What kind of a movie
are you doing here?
It's not porno or
anything like that, is it?
No, no.
It's an action film.
Action?
I love action movies.
Come on.
Who's in it?
Well, you know we haven't
really set the cast yet.
We're talking
to some big names.
Anyway, we thought you
could show us around a bit.
Absolutely.
And listen.
If you need any extras, or
maybe you've got a small part?
I've got my Screen
Actors Guild card here.
Yes, you do.
You know, that could
be very possible.
Well, just keep me in mind.
That's all.
Come on, I'll give
you the nickel tour.
It's your lucky day, bud.
Mr. Montgomery figures
he can use you,
so you get to live a while.
You're a real
piece of work, Fain.
You think so?
Yeah.
All that bullshit you were
spouting about your family
and wanting to get them back.
You're a hell of an actor.
I bought it.
My wife betrayed me.
She betrayed
everything I stood for.
Seems to run in your
family, doesn't it?
Oh, don't forget.
You've got that nice
little chip in your hand.
They know where you
are at all times.
Yeah, and don't
you forget we're
here to infiltrate a militia.
They'll wait a long
time before intervening,
otherwise they lose all hope
of getting the anthrax back.
Oh, and by the way,
Mr. Montgomery requests
your presence for supper.
And it ain't optional.
Have a good day.
Officially, this
is Nike missile
air defense base number LA-78.
De-activated in 1974.
The Nike missile was designed
to deliver a warhead up the butt
end of a Ruski bomber at 3.65
times the speed of sound.
Come on in, I want to
show you something.
Gentlemen, the Nike 6387.
That's impressive.
That's impressive.
Can you fire this whole thing?
Absolutely.
In fact, South Korea and
Greece still use them.
All you need's an engine
up the ass end there,
and a warhead to put
in the nose cone.
And a 10 man crew plus me.
I bet you don't need
your SAG card for that.
No sir, I don't.
People in this country don't
give a damn about politics.
You can't get 25% of
the population to vote,
let alone start a revolution.
Militiamen were
very few in 1776.
Most of the colonists
were content to just stay
in their homes,
live their lives.
Pay their taxes.
Exactly.
It took terrorism and reprisals
and bloodshed before the people
would fight back.
But they did.
And they'll do it again.
I could've stayed home
and listened to your radio
broadcast there, Monty.
Carter, this is
not about ratings.
It's not about speeches.
This is about an eye for an eye.
Blood for blood.
So you're going
to go and you're
gonna kill federal
agents because you
believe that little
black helicopters are
coming to get you?
Or that the evil ATF is going
to come into your house at night
while you're sleeping
and steal your guns?
Do you really believe that shit?
Hey.
You were at Ruby Ridge
and you were at Waco.
A lot of Americans
died that day.
Many of them were children.
And then your agency
tried to cover
their ass by lying about it.
That must've made
you feel real proud.
Don't tell me you
slept well that night.
I have my reasons, and I intend
to see my purpose through.
And I suggest that it's time
for both of you to see just how.
Gentlemen?
Gentlemen.
We under the pool now?
I had it double-lined
with lead so it won't leak.
Ah.
Tomorrow morning, the
President of the United States
joins NATO and other world
leaders in Los Angeles.
Though I will not be
attending the event myself,
as a member of the media, I
will send a representative.
Anthrax warheads.
Within 48 hours, everybody
attending that event
will be dead.
Half the population
of Los Angeles
will follow them to hell
before wind conditions
render the air safe again.
Who will get the
blame for that, George?
Well, who cares?
Foreign nationals,
the red Chinese.
It's not about blame.
It's about what our
federal government
will do after the attack.
The feds will
force a crackdown.
You can bet on that.
That's right.
On all personal freedoms.
We are going to
see guns outlawed.
We'll see curfews.
We'll see martial law.
UN troops will be brought in
to battle armed resistance.
Every conspiracy
freak's dream come true.
My dream, Agent Carter.
Seeds of a new American
Revolution have been sown.
Americans are going to
rise up by the millions,
and I'm going to be
the man to lead them.
So where do I fit into
your paranoid little fantasy?
Your body will be
found with evidence
implicating you in an ATF
scheme to assassinate me.
That's real good.
About as good as can
be expected, anyway.
Well, it's a little
footnote to the entire story,
which should increase
my popularity
with the great unwashed.
My ratings should be phenomenal.
Sir.
Staley's ready to make his move,
and the chopper's on the way.
Countdown to a new America.
Hello?
Anybody there?
Hello?
What's going on?
Didn't you get
my fax, colonel?
No.
We start shooting tomorrow.
The movie?
No.
Your missiles.
It wasn't until I
saw her naked that I
realized she was a big girl.
She was big.
She was real upset, wasn't she?
Oh.
Looks like we have
some visitors.
Excuse me.
Sir.
Evening, Major.
Take a seat.
After you.
So colonel, how
are my boys doing?
Not as fast as your
crews were, I bet.
Doesn't matter anyway.
You might get these
things launched,
but you can't aim them.
Not without guidance.
Ah, see, now that's what we
wanted to talk to you about.
I've studied all the
manuals, but I still
had a few specific
questions about the radar
tracking system.
I think you're
up shit creek, pal.
And I got the paddle.
I don't think so, colonel.
And you will help us.
You can't be serious.
This stuff is over 30 years old.
I've always been partial
to antiques myself.
You know, I don't
know if I can remember
how to work all this stuff.
I'd start
remembering, colonel,
because we can still
launch those missiles
with or without guidance.
Who knows what they might hit.
Nice, quiet neighborhood
filled with children.
A school.
The possibilities are endless.
What the hell is that?
What the hell is that sound?
It's a microwave
emergency signal.
Fail safe in case
of system shut down.
It has its own power supply.
I can't shut it off.
Take a fucking
hammer to the thing!
And this is where
everything happens.
Major Wilson, Agent Carter.
I thought you might like to
see how this thing works.
Montgomery, just
give me my money
and let me get in the air.
I've done my part.
I just want to be
out of the country
before your little
party gets started, OK?
This is the part where
he shoots you, Major.
Nonsense.
I'm a man of honor, Carter.
Of course, that's something
you wouldn't understand.
Pike, would you kindly escort
Major Wilson to our helicopter,
and tell the pilot to take
him any place he wants.
Pleasure.
I told you not to fuck
with me, didn't I Carter?
Now.
Now you're not so
goddamn cocky, are you?
So what did you get
out of the deal, Monty?
NORAD missile defense codes.
Thanks to Major Wilson, we
can target our missiles to any
coordinates we want,
including the Continental
Hotel where the
President will be giving
his speech at 0800 hours.
Yes, as the local
rednecks like to say,
you want to kill some
chickens you better
get inside the hen house.
Where to?
Don't worry about it.
Just get in the air.
What have you got?
The California
office just received
a call from the Coast Guard.
They've picked up some sort
of repeating emergency signal
on an old military frequency.
It's originating from an
abandoned missile base.
You think it's Carter?
I hope so.
It repeated for
almost two hours.
You tell him to have the
assault team standing by,
and we'll meet him
in what, 30 minutes?
You get us a chopper.
So how long were you in for?
Just shut up and
get me to Negalas.
If you don't mind,
I'd prefer Ensenada.
I hear it's very nice
this time of year.
Why am I not surprised?
How much money do you want?
That ain't the point, Major.
This isn't about money.
It's about innocent lives.
I was afraid of that.
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Where is he?
Where is he?
- Where's who?
[door closing]
That's Anderson,
Gerald Anderson.
Want me to spell it?
RADIO: No, I have it, sir.
Tell him to bring plenty
of men and equipment.
And make sure he gets that.
Over.
RADIO: Roger flight two niner.
Can you give me your ID?
Fain.
William Fain.
I'm with the ATF.
Will it fit?
Of course.
You worried?
No, but--
Hey, relax.
30 years ago army crews
did this 24 hours a day.
Not with anthrax.
How long?
Give me a half.
Sir, Staley's on the
link at the launch site.
The missile is in launch
position 30 minutes from mark.
Good.
Happy fourth of July.
If Fain got away,
you're blown, Monty.
Could be.
Maybe he just didn't have
the stomach for this.
Well I can tell you this.
Nothing is going to stop those
missiles except an alteration
of the launch code.
Nelson, lock her in.
Thank you, ladies
and gentlemen.
Let me begin today by saying
that we face terrible enemies
in this new world of ours.
Bathroom break
is over, colonel.
You're needed on the set.
Readying missiles one and two.
ETA launch, 15 minutes.
Missile 3 in position.
ANNOUNCER: Arm warhead.
Warheads armed and ready to go.
MONTGOMERY: Disengage
tactical defense shields.
MAN: Shields disengaged.
Activate homing beacons.
MAN: Beacons activated.
Those missiles will ride
Staley's beams right down
to the middle of
that conference.
Our common enemies respect
neither borders nor human life.
Thank god for NATO
countries fighting together
side by side, crushing terrorism
wherever it raises its head.
You hear that?
I'll check.
[rumbling]
All right, they're here.
Wake up and stay alert.
We are under attack.
I repeat, we are under attack.
Stand firm, Staley.
10 minutes counting.
Missile lock is good, and
we have five bogeys moving
in on the perimeter, sir.
End of broadcast, Monty.
You mean the cavalry's
coming in for the rescue.
Those missiles fly no
matter what, my friend.
[alarm sounding]
Launch the fucking missiles.
I can't.
They're not ready.
I'll have to go
bypass the circuits.
Well then go.
Move it!
I'll watch him.
I'd say you're
shit out of luck.
Oh, is that right, old man?
Well you're coming with me.
[gun shots]
[screaming]
Move in.
Go, go, go, go!
MAN: Five minutes.
Activate final ignition.
Ignition activated.
The United States, the United
Nations, and the entire world--
pardon me, ladies and gentlemen.
[rumbling]
What the hell was that?
That should wake them up.
Let's stop the missiles!
OK, hold it right there.
Hold it.
Don't move or I'll
kill the colonel.
Hold your fire!
All right.
Now you've got two reasons
to back out of here.
Number one, I will put a
bullet in his fucking head.
And number two, you
got about four minutes
before this whole
place goes ground zero.
Now back out.
Now!
Back off.
Back off!
[screaming]
[thumping]
You five follow me.
The rest of you
guys out of here.
We're losing time!
[phone ringing]
That was good.
Let's do her again.
Take care of the colonel!
Can we override from here?
I don't know.
I'll try.
RADIO: Herd to rogue.
- This is rogue.
Go ahead, Herd.
Over.
We've got about three minutes
before these missiles launch.
Can you abort from there?
Negative.
I want you to blow
Montgomery's place.
Nike missiles self
destruct when they
lose their guidance systems.
It's our only chance.
What about the warheads?
Fired electronically.
Self-destruct shouldn't
trigger the anthrax.
I sure hope those
missiles read the manual.
Let's taken down quick, Dale.
You can't stop a
revolution, Carter!
There's less than three
minutes to launch.
OK, go.
Go, go.
Go.
Come on.
Go.
If we're not back
in two minutes,
get the hell out of here!
OK.
Clear!
[beeps]
[beeps]
Less than two minutes
to launch, Carter.
Carter.
There's no way out.
This is for America, Carter.
And so is this, George.
It's over.
Now drop that gun.
Right now.
Not until you pry it
from my cold, dead hands.
Have it your way.
Come on, Carter.
We've only got
about a minute left!
Wait no, I have to
abort the launch code.
Huh?
You know the codes?
I saw him type.
- Oh, great.
That makes me feel a lot better.
What the hell are
you talking about?
- Ask Sanders.
- Huh?
Cross your fingers.
Ah!
Go!
[laughing]
Come on, move your ass!
Come on.
You got family waiting.
Agent Sanders.
Hey.
Hey yourself.
Nice job.
You too.
I heard you got some experience.
So you're back to Washington?
Yeah, first thing tomorrow.
Tough being on
the fast track, huh?
I don't know if you noticed,
but the wind is not blowing.
Ah, yes.
A day like this I could actually
get down to 10% asshole.
Wow!
Maybe even five.
Really?
Go for a world record.
You want to try?
I'm buying.
Yes, that would be wonderful.
It is the least you
can do, by the way,
seeing as you have
the cushy job.
Oh, right.
Cushy.
Uh huh.
- You sit behind a desk all day.
Do my nails.
Do your nails.
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