Project Eliminator (1991) - full transcript
A scientist working in a top-secret government weapons technology research becomes so disillusioned that he destroys his latest creation: an ultra-sophisticated flying attack laser. Soon, terrorists who want him to re-create the invention kidnap him. A shady government contact recruits two veteran Special Forces operatives Ron Morrell and John Slade who soon find themselves in a frantic race against the clock to rescue the scientist and keep his deadly knowledge a secret.
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(ominous music)
("Never Look Back" by John Fowler)
♪ I live my life day by day ♪
♪ Using my wits and my strength ♪
♪ I spend my time on the run ♪
♪ Living under the gun ♪
♪ I've been tired, I've
been blue, I've been beat ♪
♪ Now I'm trying to get out of the heat ♪
♪ Walk for miles to get far away ♪
♪ From the past that
still haunts me today ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ Where this road is going ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ What tomorrow will bring ♪
♪ And if it all fades to black ♪
♪ You know I'll find another track ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa ♪
♪ And never look back ♪
♪ I've seen this world's
beauty and grace ♪
♪ Seen my fellow man in disgrace ♪
♪ I guess I've been good ♪
♪ And I've been bad ♪
♪ I've been hungry, I've
been cold, I've been spent ♪
♪ Now I'm just trying to make some sense ♪
♪ Of what made me the man ♪
♪ I am today ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ Where the road is going ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ What tomorrow will bring ♪
♪ When it all fades to black ♪
♪ You know I'll find another track ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa ♪
♪ And never look back ♪
(ominous tempo music)
(traffic whooshing)
- Ron.
- [Ron] Yeah?
- John Slade.
- [Ron] Hey, where the hell are you?
- A truck stop.
Interstate 12.
By a place called Rio Puerco.
- [Ron] I know right were you are.
Wait there, we'll be by to pick you up
in half an hour sharp, okay with you?
- I'll be ready.
- [Ron] John!
- Yeah?
- [Ron] You rode partway
here in a boxcar, am I right?
How bad do you look?
- How bad do you want me to look?
- [Ron] Get yourself cleaned up.
You're about to meet a millionaire.
- Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Don't mess up the stock, all right?
(eerie music)
People always coming in here,
rifling through the stock,
never intending to buy.
You do have money?
- How much?
(cash register beeping)
- Out of 50.
I didn't mean to say that
you weren't going to pay.
I got 10, 12 people through here everyday
trying to shoplift what they want.
You wouldn't believe what
the country's coming to.
Thank you, come again.
- Look, do you got a
place I could wash up?
- I'm sorry, the restroom's out of order.
- I just need a shave.
- Well,
I do have a washroom in
the building next door.
I guess you can use that.
- Thanks.
- It's pretty dirty in there.
I haven't been in there for years.
But I think the water still works.
- That's all I need.
- That's all you're gonna get.
(ominous music)
(traffic whooshing)
(entry bell ringing)
Come and get me when you're
done so I can lock up.
Don't be too long.
(ominous beat music)
(water faucet trickling)
Well, hello, can I help you?
- [Reagan] Move it, asshole!
- [Nixon] Where's the money?
I said, where's the fucking money, now!
- I don't keep much money in
the store, it's too early.
- [Nixon] Listen, dick
weed, the money now!
- Please, take anything you want.
- [Nixon] 32 fucking
dollars is all you have?
- Please don't hurt me,
just take the money.
- [Reagan] What do you got next door?
- It's just a storage room.
That's all, I don't use it anymore.
(clerk whimpering)
- [Nixon] This is a piece of shit job!
- [Reagan] All this shit!
The money comes fucking to us!
(ominous music)
- [Nixon] This is a bullshit scene!
At least I'm gonna get
something out of this, huh?
(Reagan laughing)
- Woo!
(gunshot booming)
(glass shattering)
(gunshots banging)
Think I won't shoot you, huh?
(clerk whimpering)
- [Nixon] Hey, maybe some of
the money's over there, huh?
- Tell me where the money is, now!
(clerk whimpering)
(gunshot booming)
I think the money's over there, huh?
- [Nixon] Let's go look.
- [Reagan] All right!
Let's keep this party going!
Woo-hoo!
Let's go!
Only, you'll need a mask!
(woman whimpering)
(clerk yelling)
Come on, let's go!
- [Nixon] Come on, move it!
Let's go!
- Get going!
- Open that door!
- Come on!
(lively tempo music)
- [Reagan] Move it!
Move it, come on!
Let's go!
Let's get in there!
- [Nixon] Get the fuck inside, come on!
Open up, come on!
- Get in there!
- [Nixon] This is a fucking joke, man!
(foreboding music)
- [Reagan] Come on, tell
me where the money is!
(woman screaming)
I know you've got money in here.
Now you tell me where it is.
- There isn't any money.
- Where's the money?
- There isn't any money.
- Where's the money?
- There isn't, please!
There isn't any money!
- Get off me!
- There isn't any money.
(lively tempo music)
(woman screaming)
- [Woman] Get off of me.
(punch thudding)
- God!
Shit!
(kick thudding)
- [Reagan] The cash is here, old man.
Where is it?
- There isn't any money.
- Tell me where it is!
- Please,
there isn't any money.
- I know it's here!
(glass shattering)
Who is that?
(lively tempo music)
I'm gonna waste you, fucker!
(gunshots booming)
Come on out here so I can see you!
(gunshot booming)
You're dead!
I'm gonna waste you right where you stand!
(police siren alarming)
(gunshot booming)
(suspenseful music)
You wanna be a hero?
Get out here!
Get out here, now!
(punch thudding)
(police siren alarming)
(ominous music)
(clerk whimpering)
- Take it easy, we're
gonna get you some help.
- [Officer] Freeze!
(ominous music)
- He's not one of them.
- Put the gun down on the floor, now.
- You okay, miss?
- Yes, he saved our lives.
- [John] Look, I have a friend
waiting for me and I'm late.
- What friend?
- I'll just finish shaving
and I'll be on my way.
- Stay right where you are.
How about we see some I.D.?
- I don't carry I.D.
Only cash, if I have any.
- Very funny.
You do have a name.
- John Slade.
(officer chuckling)
- That sounds like a boy's name
but you look like a girl.
You know what I think?
I think he's some faggot rockstar
who blew all his money on drugs.
Or prove to me I'm wrong.
- I'm here for a job.
- A job.
What job?
- I got an interview at Markson
Industries tomorrow, 9AM.
- Markson Industries, what're
they, opening a beauty parlor?
(officer chuckling)
- What's this job you've been offered?
- That's classified.
- [Officer] Classified?
- A classified rockstar
working for Markson Industries.
I find that hard to believe.
- You know what I think?
I think Tarzan, here,
set this whole thing up.
(suspenseful music)
(officers groaning)
- A girl, huh?
A very dangerous girl.
(punch thudding)
(traffic whooshing)
(gentle music)
- Hey, Johnny.
How're you doing, man?
- Good to see you again.
- Yeah.
Oh.
What do you think of this car?
Pretty snazzy, huh?
One of Markson's toys.
Oh, this is Jackie, Markson's daughter.
Gotta watch out for this kid.
It's been years since he's seen
a sharp-looking girl who didn't smell bad.
- Boy, you haven't changed a bit.
(EMT siren alarming)
(dramatic beat music)
- Hi, Jerry, it's me, Ron.
Go ahead.
Hey, listen, that offer for dinner
with me and the family still holds.
Go on.
(pleasant flute music)
Hey, what is it, are we late or something?
What?
- Look at that.
Dozens of people homeless
and the Unites States government
has spent 305 billion dollars this year
on weapons.
- Oh, so what're you
gonna do about it, Daddy?
- Lay off it, Jackie.
You know, we still got the
Russians to worry about.
- Oh yeah, it's always the Russians.
- Look, they'd spend as
much money on it as we do
if they had it to spend.
- We force them to spend
it just to keep up with us.
- Jackie, excuse my French,
but war is one universal shit storm.
(somber music)
- John,
I'm glad you came.
I hope you understand we
don't always behave like this.
But today's a special day.
I'm having a new weapon
demonstrated to all concerned.
(somber music)
- John Slade.
Well I'll be damned.
(ominous music)
- And now for the big surprise.
- What sort of monstrosity
have you dreamed up this time, Daddy?
- Jackie, give it a rest.
- I wanna show you a truly
unique robotic device.
I call it a "Smart Egg."
My "Smart Egg" is an anti-personal weapon
with an artificial intelligence.
A brain that can be programmed
by using any one of a number
of readily available
desktop personal computers.
Its guidance system contains
an intelligence chip
capable of highly responsive reactions.
A system capable of thinking for itself.
- Listen,
you sure you wanna show off your new toy
right here in the open
for all these people?
- Yeah.
I want them to see the demonstration.
- [Ron] Yeah?
- Let's do it, shall we?
(electronic humming)
(laser buzzing)
(explosion rumbling)
(explosion rumbling)
(laser buzzing)
(explosion rumbling)
(electronic humming)
(laser buzzing)
(explosion rumbling)
(electronic humming)
(explosions booming)
(ominous music)
- Oh, Markson, you son of a bitch.
(fire crackling)
- I don't intend for us to invent
or develop weapons one day longer
but I do intend for us to
make this company useful.
See those people living over by the fence?
I want you to help them build
shelters on this parking lot.
We'll begin in our own backyard
and then I'm gonna reorganize this company
so that we can begin to address
what's become in this
country an embarrassing,
outrageous, chronic housing shortage.
As of this moment, right now,
we're out of the weapons business.
(fire crackling)
(traffic whooshing)
- Ron, dinner at eight.
- Are you bringing Bob?
- We're celebrating Daddy's new life,
and yes, I'm bringing Bob.
- Who's Bob?
- A bum,
a rich bum.
I don't like him.
He's all mouth.
- Hey, Ron.
- [Ron] What?
- Why'd you ask me to come here?
- You think Markson is just gonna be able
to walk away from a multi-million
dollar weapons industry?
He's gonna get bothered
by every money hungry
son-of-a-bitch that knows his name.
Come on, let me show you the restaurant.
(man speaking foreign language)
So, a lot of people are gonna want Markson
to go on doing his thing,
making machines to kill people.
You can help them to understand
that he's very serious
about this career change.
How much money you got?
- 10 bucks and change.
- Uh-huh, looks like they
got to you just in time.
Markson's coming over
tonight for a poker game.
I get up a game every couple of weeks.
Markson's not much of a poker player
but he always has a good time.
Watch your head, here.
This place is built for midgets.
It's almost 150 years old.
I got it at first sight.
I've known Markson for 47 years.
He's my best friend until you came along.
He's gotten me out of
a lot of scrapes here.
You know, something about this place
makes you wanna (pleasant music)
grow old, smiling.
Sometimes I think there must be
an Indian burial ground here,
and way down there, someplace,
there's a mummified warrior
sending his good vibes up to me.
- Boy, you have changed.
- Yeah.
Well, remember how I used
to put down the whiskey?
No more.
I'm a restaurant owner now.
And if you care about food,
and I've gotta care about food,
whiskey dulls your palette.
You can't taste anything.
So I have a little wine now and then.
I'll take a glass of Evian water
with a squeeze of lime in it.
(John laughing)
Yeah, John,
I've completely gone to seed.
- No shit.
(Ron chuckling)
- Well,
I gotta start cooking
for the evening crowd.
(gentle guitar music)
You can stay here as long as you want.
I got some new clothes for
you, you might wanna change.
I'll see you in the cafe.
- Hey, Ron.
- Huh?
- Thanks.
(lively tempo music)
(metal clanking)
(distant gunshots banging)
- Shark!
(gunshots booming)
(glass shattering)
What the hell's going on here?
Stop fucking around!
Where's Willis?
- He's upstairs with Vanna.
- You look beautiful.
Relax.
Relax.
(Willis moaning)
- Willis.
(ominous music)
- Elias, you putz.
Don't you ever knock?
(Elias knocking)
- Markson blew up the damn thing.
It was like he knew I was there watching.
- Clever man, Dr. Markson.
- Fred, does this mean
that we're not gonna
get our fucking money?
- Vanna, please,
the money is not the problem.
- Damn it, did you hear what I just said?
There's no more prototype.
- Elias, I do the thinking.
We don't need the prototype,
we do need Markson and his daughter.
(ominous music)
Markson's trying to wish
me away from his invention
and that little show he put on for you
was just that, a little show.
Our good friend, Deputy Hanks,
had a very pleasant introduction
to an old friend of yours this morning.
- John Slade.
- Deputy Hanks and his
partner tried to arrest Slade
and he ties them to a
post outside a truck stop.
That's very messy, Mr. Elias!
I mean, if I didn't know better,
I'd feel a little paranoid.
Now Ron Morrell is a
good army buddy of yours,
an old friends of yours,
and he calls in another
army buddy for help?
Somebody that you've trained?
Now you're gonna have to kill Deputy Hanks
and I want you to do it as soon as you can
because I need a trail of crooked cops
to get out of this mess.
Damn it, I hired you to kidnap
Markson and his daughter.
- It'll be a clean raid tonight.
- Oh yeah, that means getting
Markson and his daughter
out alive, asshole.
- That's right, you better keep
that temper of yours in check.
I've been working on this
deal for almost a year
and I want to pull it
off and disappear rich.
And I don't wanna have
to explain your failures
to my superiors at the FBI!
You know, they're not gonna
show you any sympathy.
You can kill Slade, can't you?
- I'll kill Slade!
- And if he can't do it, I'll kill Slade.
(punch thudding)
(Shark yelping)
- Elias, will you stop?
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, what's your problem?
- Get ready to fly.
(Shark groaning)
I don't want him along tonight.
- [Shark] Oh man.
(Shark groaning)
I don't need this shit from him.
(pleasant mariachi band music)
(Ron speaking foreign language)
- Hey, why don't you get yourself a drink?
I mean,
if you want to.
I don't wanna force you to get a drink
but relax, Johnny, relax.
(Ron speaking foreign language)
Come on!
(pleasant mariachi band music)
Best I guess, you brought reinforcements.
- Which one's Bob?
- The loud horse's ass
with the designer glasses.
(John chuckling)
(people chattering)
- [Jackie] Hey, play us a song.
(people clapping)
♪ Troublemaker ♪
♪ I've got my eyes on you ♪
(lively piano music)
♪ Don't be mistaken ♪
♪ I'm watching everything that you do ♪
♪ And I can't let you get through ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ Troublemaker ♪
(people clapping)
Are you having fun, hun?
- Uh-huh.
- [Bob] We're having a great time.
- Nobody asked you.
♪ But if you told me
you loved me everyday ♪
We okay here?
♪ And in your arms, I always stay ♪
Great pieces of art, aren't they?
Jackie, come on over here,
you haven't had the chance
to talk to my friend, John.
- Hi.
You left this in the car this morning.
- Thanks.
- John is one of the best
infiltration men I've ever known.
First in the Marines, then in the Army.
- Oh, so you're a soldier.
- Not at the moment.
- I was never a very good
soldier, I talked too much.
Got me into a lot of trouble.
Viet Cong were gonna cut my tongue out
but then they decided to
just split it in half.
Then I talked twice as much,
so there was an army surgeon,
he took it and sewed it
back together, you know.
Now I talk like this all the time.
(John and Jackie laughing)
- Ron, old buddy, how's it going?
- Since when are you my buddy?
(Bob chuckling)
- Jackie says you're a
pretty good game of poker.
- Yeah, well, if you got enough money
it might be a pretty good game.
- What're you looking at?
- Bob, be civil.
John, this is Bob Evens.
- Jackie, why do we have to hang around
with some muscle-headed gorilla for?
- Bobby,
you keep a civil tongue
when you're in my cafe
or somebody's gonna
tear your limb from limb
and stuff the pieces down your throat.
And it might not be me.
(Bob chuckling)
- Jackie, come on, when
you get a chance, okay?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- Always a pleasure, Bob.
Sorry about that.
- Ron, I'm starved, what's for dinner?
- Ah, we got something really
special for you tonight
to celebrate your father's new career.
- Well, Daddy's late again, so let's eat.
- Okay, check the kitchen out.
- Okay.
- Please, don't get up.
- I have to.
See you later.
(faint mariachi band music)
- All right, listen up.
Markson got himself some help.
- [Max] What help?
- John Slade.
- Hey,
Slade is mean.
He went through me and
me partner this morning
like we weren't even there.
- Now listen!
None of us get paid unless
we deliver Markson and his daughter alive.
So let's just do it.
And don't get sloppy.
Max and I will take Hanks with us.
Carlos, you stay close.
Max and I will grab Markson,
Paulie, Bob, you get his daughter.
(gun cranking)
- Neat gun.
Thanks.
- Why'd you give her a gun?
- I didn't give her the goddamn gun!
- You say something?
- Just stay the fuck in the van.
- Elias, fuck you!
I don't have to take orders from you.
You're not my boss, you know.
(gun clicking)
- [Max] Amigo,
what about our friend, Deputy Hanks?
- Hanks.
Take him for a walk.
(faint upbeat mariachi band music)
- [Markson] Thank you, Larry.
If Ron has any food left,
I'll have him send some out.
- Hey, you wanna get in on this game?
Got lots of money.
Lots of money.
- Oh, here he comes.
- [Jackie] Daddy, you're so late.
- I'm sorry, honey, don't get up.
Gentlemen.
- [Jackie] Is there anything wrong?
- Nothing that a good
poker game won't cure.
- You missed my food.
And it won't warm up either.
- That's my loss, Ron.
(sinister music)
(guns cranking)
(pleasant piano music)
Robert, what do you say?
- 300 more.
- I fold.
- That's my girl.
- [John] There's three...
And three more.
- Identify this guy, Slade, for you.
- [Max] Oh yeah.
- Yeah, get a little action,
your deal goes through.
I make some money, hey, it's pretty cool.
(Hank gagging)
(Ron laughing)
- Ron's in, Mark, 600.
- I'm in.
- I'm out.
- 600.
600, is it?
All right, I'm in.
(neck cracking)
300 to you, Bob.
- I'll call 300.
- [Markson] Let's see what you got.
(Bob chuckling)
- Aces up eights.
Full house, read 'em and weep.
- Sorry.
Four Jacks.
- Shit.
- Nice hand.
- You lucky son of a bitch.
- I want a timeout.
- Damn.
(pleasant guitar music)
- Okay, I'll hold your stakes for you.
Winners always get the girls, don't they?
(crickets chirping)
(faint pleasant guitar music)
Hey, Jackie.
Excuse me, John.
Look, your boyfriend's here
and they're eating the furniture.
Can you go back in an quiet them down
or do I have to bounce them?
- I'll be there in a minute.
- Now!
- I'll be in in a minute.
- Okay, I'll bounce them.
- You're not in any shape to drive, Mark.
That's what I've been
trying to talk about.
- Everybody stay very still.
(gunshots booming)
- Put your hands on the table now!
(ominous music)
- What is it that you want?
- Dr. Markson, get up and come over to me.
(intense music)
Quickly!
(gunshots booming)
- Please don't kill me.
We'll get you anything you want.
- Please don't kill me.
- Anything you want!
- Don't!
(gunshots booming)
(upbeat guitar music)
(gunshots booming)
- Goddamn it, they got Markson!
- Stay down!
(gunshot booming)
- [Ron] I'll cover you!
(gunshots booming)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots booming)
(John groaning)
(kick thudding)
(punches thudding)
(gunshot booming)
(man screaming)
(fire rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots booming)
(gunshots popping)
(suspenseful music)
(engine rumbling)
- They got Paulie and Bob.
- Slade.
Come on, let's go.
(engine revving)
(gunshots booming)
(Ron sighing)
- Who the hell where those guys?
- Elias lead the raid.
- Elias?
He's dead.
- Apparently not.
- [Jackie] Ron!
- In a minute.
Elias.
Shit.
(police sirens alarming)
(police sirens alarming)
(faint police radio chattering)
(crickets chirping)
- Over here?
- Yes, sir.
There's one body in the car.
And there's a man dead over here, sir.
He's one of ours, Deputy Glen Hanks.
(ominous music)
- [Officer] How do I know
you didn't kill Deputy Hanks?
- Because I told you I didn't.
- Listen, buddy,
you're not going anywhere until
you tell me what's going on.
- Did it ever occur to you
that Hanks knew who killed him?
- Hell yes.
He knew you.
- The people that killed
Markson's driver killed Hanks.
- Listen, hotshot,
you've got four thousand
dollars cash in your pocket.
Blood money,
right?
I saw you this morning,
you were shaving in some
truck stop bathroom, broke.
You're in this.
You're gonna tell me how.
- Look, I don't know why
they kidnapped my father.
He was working on some new project.
He never really talked
about it or anything
but he was a little worried.
What're you gonna do about it?
You know, you're just standing around here
asking me these stupid questions
when you could be out
there doing something.
(foreboding music)
- Deputy.
I'll take it from here.
- And who are you?
- FBI.
Special Agent Willis.
Who were they?
- I have no idea.
- Markson didn't tell you why
he asked you to come here?
- I met Markson today for the first time.
- Mr. Slade,
you have a very impressive military record
for somebody your age.
Army Special Forces,
Delta Forces in the Middle East,
underwater demolition training in Iraq,
expelled from El Salvador
for counter-revolutionary activities.
You've kept very busy.
Mr. Slade,
Dr. Markson has invented
something very deadly
and even though he's
destroyed the prototype,
the plan is still in his head.
He's a valuable military property
and it would be dangerous
to have him up for sale
to an unfriendly power.
If you can help us bring
Markson back, do you understand?
Am I making myself clear?
- Word for word.
- You can't charge them with a crime.
They're victims.
- But you know he's involved in this.
- I don't know that.
We'll be in touch, Miss Markson.
I'm sure you'll be hearing
from your father's kidnappers
and when you do, let us know.
We'll do everything we can to help you.
Mr. Slade?
Don't get involved with this,
unless you mean to cooperate.
My local number's on the
back of my business card.
You call me if you find
out anything relevant.
(crickets chirping)
- Let me go first, Jackie.
Elias and his bunch may
be watching your house.
Nice and slow.
You ready, John?
It's okay, come on.
- Did your father keep
anything in the house?
Anything dealing with work,
papers, notes, anything.
- Yeah.
- Oh, hold on.
- He keeps all his
weapons and stuff in here.
- A long ways to sit down.
You can really do it with
the stuff he's got in there.
- Any work papers,
videos, discs or anything
would be in the desk.
- I'm gonna burn this stuff right now.
- Do it.
(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)
All he wanted to do was retire.
(crickets chirping)
(phone ringing)
- Yes?
- [Elias] Come to the Highlander
Hotel today, three o'clock.
- What, who is this?
- [Elias] Just listen.
There is a swimwear
show in the main lobby.
Come alone or we'll kill your father.
- [Jackie] The Highlander Hotel.
They want me there alone.
- If you do go, they're
gonna force your father
to do whatever they want.
- But if I don't go, they'll kill him.
- He's worth more alive.
- Ron, you know how he is.
He would die before he
would tell anybody anything.
We have to do something.
- Okay.
Wear bright clothes, colors, yellow, red.
So I can always see you.
And you better go get changed.
We've only got a couple hours.
- Okay.
Come here a minute, will you?
I wanna talk to you.
(gentle music)
I guess you think I'm
crazy for letting her go.
- It's just a job for them.
They're expendable and they know it.
They'll kill them both
if the deal goes sour.
- And if he don't let her go,
we'll never get Markson back.
- We gotta get in on their plans
and make sure you get
taken a long with Jackie.
- John,
Jackie's my daughter.
She doesn't even know it.
Markson's her legal father.
When I got back from Asia,
we just decided not to tell her about it.
Just seemed to work better all around
if I'm her big-hearted,
crazy, goddamn uncle.
- Never told me you had a kid.
- Yeah well, she is.
But I don't want her to know.
You've gotta know but not her.
I was in that shithole,
fece prison compound
almost five years,
and when I got out, all
I did was re-up and then
wash out on an undesirable.
Then I fucked up some more,
acting like some asshole balls for brains.
- Yeah but you're as clean
as anybody could be now.
- Buddy,
I was gone south and you know it
with that shit storm war.
Meanwhile, her mother's back here
trying to forget I ever left her.
Had her wondering if I'm dead or alive
until the War Department
finally gets around
to telling her I am dead.
Markson was great.
He never let me down.
He knew she loved me and not him.
But he took care of her
and Jackie, all that time.
And then after eight
years, I finally come back,
broke,
alcoholic,
shellshocked, Agent Oranged-out,
fucked up.
My best friends are dead
and I'm a piece of shit.
I just want her safe
and him safe.
She's my daughter, for Christ sake.
The only one I'll ever have.
We'll take the truck, I can hide in back.
(birds chirping)
You be careful.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Hey, Ron, stay undercover.
- Oh God.
- You know they're gonna
be looking for you.
- Cover me up.
- I'm gonna stay here
and see who shows up.
Then I'll meet you at the
hotel, I won't be far behind.
- [Ron] Smells like shit under here.
- Hold your breath.
- Wait a minute.
Park a few blocks away from the hotel.
- Okay.
- Not too close.
- All right.
- Like in the alley or something.
(engine rumbling)
Okay, let's go.
(dramatic electric guitar music)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
- [Willis] Yes?
- The house is empty but
I think I found something.
- [Willis] Bring it all back here.
- But it's all been burned.
The video tapes, computer
discs, everything
and they left it all out
like they knew we'd find it.
- [Willis] Then get away from the house.
- Yeah.
- Who were you talking to?
- Willis.
FBI.
(head thudding)
(cop gasping)
(birds chirping)
(upbeat music)
- Put your gun away.
Put it under your coat or something.
- I want everybody to see my gun.
- I know you do.
You know how to use it?
- I use it everyday.
- I know.
(engine revving)
- Is anybody watching us?
- Nope.
- Don't look at me.
Now, put the keys on
the seat and walk away
and don't look back,
I'll be right behind you.
So long, honey.
(upbeat music)
- Roll down the window!
- What?
- Turn the radio off!
She's here!
Jackie's in the hotel!
(festive horn music)
- Okay, ladies, five minutes
and then no more, that's it.
(women chattering)
(women laughing)
- Oh my god.
Ooh, la, la.
I think I see my bonus.
Woo!
Want some flowers, honey?
- Hey, who are you?
- These are yours.
- You're not supposed to be.
- These are yours, honey.
You smell good, come here.
- Get away from me.
- Do you want to smell it, baby?
Come on.
- Hey you, hey you, come on.
You don't belong in here, let's go.
- All right, all right.
- Come on, come on.
- All right, come on, honey,
it's just you and me, come on.
- I said, come on!
- All right.
All right, man.
All right.
(women chattering)
(Carlos indistinctly speaking)
- Come on.
- You know, I got a real gun.
- [Cop] What?
(ominous music)
(cop gagging)
(people chattering)
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the Holiday Inn Highlander
is proud to present
a Summer Swimwear Spectacular.
(upbeat music)
Fashion from Eugenia
at competitive prices.
My name is Terry Anderson
and I will be your
hostess for today's event.
(upbeat music)
(audience applauding)
(sinister tempo music)
(birds chirping)
(water bubbling)
(upbeat music)
- Jackie.
(Carlos laughing)
You're late.
- What?
Don't like the way I smell?
Fertilizer's good, right?
Makes the flowers grow.
Phew.
- You be a good girl, Jackie,
or I'm gonna have to stick my gun in you.
- I heard that.
- Yeah?
- You're a prick.
- Leave it alone, Vanna.
- Listen,
you touch her and I'll tell Elias.
He'll give her to me.
(upbeat music)
- You smell like shit, man.
And this is a private party.
Let's go clean you up.
- Hey, don't be a hard-ass, huh?
Okay, lighten up.
- Elias tells me you're
some bad shit motherfucker.
- Elias, look, I had a
lot of beginner's luck.
Listen, Markson told me
a lot about his new toy.
I can help you guys.
Let me make some money too, huh?
- Okay, maybe so.
Let's go see what Elias has to say.
- Okay.
(upbeat music)
(ominous music)
(gunshot booming)
(women screaming)
(gunshots booming)
(people screaming)
(gun cranking)
- Ronald says he knows
something about Markson's gizmo.
- Did you hear that?
- Bring Ron with you
and bring them both to the staging area.
But take your time in traffic.
Don't get stopped.
Have you seen Slade?
(helicopter buzzing)
(dramatic tempo music)
(motor buzzing)
This is Special Agent Willis.
Put out an APB, John Slade.
He's a fugitive, armed and dangerous,
and should be approached
with extreme caution.
He's wanted for suspicion of kidnapping,
extortion and murder.
(exciting tempo music)
(helicopter buzzing)
(exciting bongo music)
(ominous tempo music)
- Now what's the problem?
- I just wanna make sure
I don't stop his heart.
- What're you talking about?
- With this drug I'm using,
maybe it could kill him.
- You kill him and I'll kill you.
Some expert.
- Expert?
- With the drugs.
Willis, you said this
asshole knew his shit.
- I do, I'm a vet.
- A vet?
What, Korea?
- I'm a veterinarian, a horse doctor.
- What?
This whole deal's coming
apart, goddamn it!
Where the hell is Vanna?
- Just take it easy, it's gonna be okay.
We're almost there.
(ominous tempo music)
Vanna is totally reliable.
- Where'd you find these assholes?
You promised me professionals,
you cheap son of a bitch,
and you get me fucking
freaks out of the zoo!
You know, you are one
piece of work, buddy.
You and your dipshit girlfriend, Vanna.
- I guess it's better I told you now.
- I want you to knock this fucker out
and get him ready to fly.
Now!
- Yes, sir.
(suspenseful tempo music)
- Vanna.
You're late.
What happened?
- I wanted a goldfish.
So I stopped and I got one.
- [Max] Sit.
- Ow.
- Hey.
- You're pretty,
you know that?
- Do you mind?
Hey, kiss my fish.
- Hey, leave her alone.
All right?
- Fuck you!
You leave her alone!
(ominous music)
- Shut the fuck up!
- Time for your interview, Ronald.
I hope you do it good.
- Ron Morrell.
It's good to see you, old
buddy, just like old times.
Take the cuffs off him.
Ron, here, used to be a real pisser.
Best all-around soldier
the army ever produced.
Heard you quit drinking, Ron.
Hell, I remember you
used to inhale that shit.
Max, get him a whiskey.
- Elias, what're you
doing kidnapping people?
- He likes it.
- Shut up!
Just shut up!
(sinister music)
- Elias,
this is one crazy stunt.
- Oh yeah?
You don't like my deal?
I'm very disappointed.
- Agent Willis, what a surprise.
- Mr. Morrell,
how can you help us with Dr. Markson?
- Where's Slade?
- You got me.
We lost him.
- Elias, who said you
could work this deal out?
- Vanna.
- You're just a putz who can't do nothing.
Hey.
Hey.
(ominous music)
- Carlos.
(gun cranking)
(gunshot booming)
(gunshots booming)
(sinister music)
- Ron,
tell Max whatever you know
and I might not kill you.
- No.
- [Max] Ron, you come with me, let's talk.
- This will only take a minute.
(ominous music)
(motor puttering)
(lively tempo music)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(gunshots popping)
(explosion rumbling)
- Get the flight plan
details arranged, no hitches?
- No hitches.
- Paperwork's done?
Tell me the paperwork's done!
- It's done.
You just get them to the airport,
I'll take care of everything else.
- Carlos, you go with Willis.
- You did not have to kill Vanna.
- Be with you in a minute.
- Come on, let's go.
- All right, all right.
Don't have to be so pushy about it.
- Show me what you got!
(ominous music)
- Well...
Okay.
(kick thudding)
Whatever you say.
(dramatic music)
(punches thudding)
(Ron groaning)
(metal clanking)
(Ron groaning)
- So what is it you want
to say to me, Ronald?
- Oh, a hell of a lot.
(dramatic music)
Oh.
Hey.
(water bubbling)
(Max laughing)
Mmm, good.
(helicopter buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful tempo music)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(gun clicking)
(explosion booming)
(gunshots popping)
(eerie music)
(traffic horn honking)
(suspenseful music)
(John groaning)
(Shark groaning)
(gunshot popping)
(Shark screaming)
- [John] It's over.
Where'd they take Markson?
- They're flying Markson
and his daughter out of the country today.
FBI guy took care of the
State Department details.
They've got a flight pattern
filed and everything.
They're gonna sell him to
the highest foreign bidder.
- [John] You better not be lying
because you're coming with me!
Where'd they take him?
Where are they flying out of, huh?
- Clover Grover Field.
I swear, that's it.
- You're coming with me.
Come on, up!
(helicopter buzzing)
(horse huffing)
(ominous music)
- [Max] What did your old
buddy, Markson, tell you, Ron?
- Let me think a minute.
(punches thudding)
(Ron groaning)
(dramatic music)
What did you do with Markson and the girl?
Tell me that.
- You've got guts, don't you?
I bet you like getting
the shit beat out of you.
(punches thudding)
(Ron groaning)
- You got a gun or a knife around here?
- I don't need one with you.
- That's what I figured.
Over confident.
(kick thudding)
(Max laughing)
- Well, well.
Something left in the old man.
(ominous music)
(punches thudding)
(Ron gagging)
(Max groaning)
(Max gagging)
(neck cracking)
(Ron sighing)
- Oh
God.
(horse huffing)
(lively tempo music)
- They're taking Markson
to Clove Grove Field.
- I know where it is.
(engine rumbling)
(lively tempo music)
(explosion rumbling)
(car horn honking)
(suspenseful music)
(horse neighing)
(ominous tempo music)
(airplane whooshing)
(suspenseful tempo music)
(Ron humming tune)
(Shark groaning)
(elbow thudding)
Listen, John,
we get too close to them,
they're gonna recognize this car.
- They might.
What're you looking for?
- Another car.
Nothing but cows.
(engine revving)
- What the hell is going on here?
Come back with my car!
- [John] Look, just take
ours, it's right over there.
- This is my car, what the?
- It's a whole lot better
than this piece of shit.
- Come back!
Hey!
My car!
Yeah, police?
I wanna report a stolen car.
Yeah, these guys just took
it out of my front yard.
Blonde,
30,
tall.
Oldsmobile, '83.
(suspenseful beat music)
- [Ron] Duck down.
- The guys had, what, rifles,
knives and guns, grenades.
It's just like out of a
"Rambo" movie, I'm telling you.
(suspenseful music)
(police sirens alarming)
(helicopter buzzing)
- Take it easy.
Easy does it, nobody overreact,
see what they want first.
(police sirens alarming)
All clear, it's not us.
- Do you hear sirens?
(police sirens alarming)
(plane buzzing)
(police sirens alarming)
Check out that plane!
(police sirens alarming)
(plane buzzing)
- This is Agent Willis,
what's going on down there?
- [Officer] Yes sir, they've...
Been an armed robbery up the highway, sir.
They helped themselves to a car.
- That little son of a bitch
reported the car stolen.
- [Officer] We've tracked
it here to the airport, sir.
- Stolen car?
Get it out of there!
- [Officer] Yes, sir.
(dramatic tempo music)
(helicopter buzzing)
(ominous tempo music)
- What the hell's going on?
You think Willis is setting us up?
- He is one crazy S.O.B.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
- Come here.
Come here, come here,
come here.
- Yeah?
- Agent Willis.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, FBI.
- Oh, Agent Willis, FBI.
Yeah, I talked to you on the radio.
- What the hell you gotta do
to file a flight plan around here?
- Well, I could do that paperwork for you.
- Well, come on, let's do it, come on.
- Okay, it's in my office.
- I've already been to your office.
- I was out here working on my airplane.
- [Willis] I don't care
what you were working on.
- Oh, hey, let's take a
shortcut to the office.
Back through here.
Follow me, sir.
(ominous tempo music)
(lively tempo music)
What the hell's going on out there?
- Where have you been?
Somebody stole a car and ditched it here.
- [Man] Here?
- Yeah, here.
Here's out flight plan
paperwork, it's all there.
It's got State Department
Clearance, gone on, check.
- Okay, I'll go file.
- Yeah, go on, go on.
- I'll file them.
- It's all in order.
- Hey, guys, I ain't got
no weapons, I'm clean!
I'm norms.
(Shark groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots popping)
(explosion rumbling)
- Shit!
(suspenseful music)
Okay, let's take him out.
- [Carlos] All right.
- Flank me.
Go on!
- All right, all right.
(ominous tempo music)
(gunshots booming)
(ominous tempo music)
(gunshot booming)
(intense music)
(gun clicking)
(lively tempo music)
(intense music)
(gunshot booming)
(Ron groaning)
(gunshots booming)
- I hate crooked cops.
(intense music)
(Elias groaning)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(punches thudding)
(suspenseful beat music)
(John groaning)
(punch crunching)
(ominous music)
(heart monitor beeping)
- He'll be okay.
- What about Ron?
(Ron laughing)
- Oh,
shit.
- What the hell did you do to Willis?
- Well, he gave it his best shot.
Shattered kneecap, I guess.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah,
but my bad knee is now my good knee.
- Wanna compare wounds?
- Well, you always were bulletproof.
(heart monitor beeping)
- He's gonna be all right.
- Daddy's gonna be okay.
- Oh,
that's great, honey.
(exciting tempo music)
(exciting tempo music)
(exciting beat music)
(exciting beat music)
---
(ominous music)
("Never Look Back" by John Fowler)
♪ I live my life day by day ♪
♪ Using my wits and my strength ♪
♪ I spend my time on the run ♪
♪ Living under the gun ♪
♪ I've been tired, I've
been blue, I've been beat ♪
♪ Now I'm trying to get out of the heat ♪
♪ Walk for miles to get far away ♪
♪ From the past that
still haunts me today ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ Where this road is going ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ What tomorrow will bring ♪
♪ And if it all fades to black ♪
♪ You know I'll find another track ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa ♪
♪ And never look back ♪
♪ I've seen this world's
beauty and grace ♪
♪ Seen my fellow man in disgrace ♪
♪ I guess I've been good ♪
♪ And I've been bad ♪
♪ I've been hungry, I've
been cold, I've been spent ♪
♪ Now I'm just trying to make some sense ♪
♪ Of what made me the man ♪
♪ I am today ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ Where the road is going ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
♪ What tomorrow will bring ♪
♪ When it all fades to black ♪
♪ You know I'll find another track ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa ♪
♪ And never look back ♪
(ominous tempo music)
(traffic whooshing)
- Ron.
- [Ron] Yeah?
- John Slade.
- [Ron] Hey, where the hell are you?
- A truck stop.
Interstate 12.
By a place called Rio Puerco.
- [Ron] I know right were you are.
Wait there, we'll be by to pick you up
in half an hour sharp, okay with you?
- I'll be ready.
- [Ron] John!
- Yeah?
- [Ron] You rode partway
here in a boxcar, am I right?
How bad do you look?
- How bad do you want me to look?
- [Ron] Get yourself cleaned up.
You're about to meet a millionaire.
- Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Don't mess up the stock, all right?
(eerie music)
People always coming in here,
rifling through the stock,
never intending to buy.
You do have money?
- How much?
(cash register beeping)
- Out of 50.
I didn't mean to say that
you weren't going to pay.
I got 10, 12 people through here everyday
trying to shoplift what they want.
You wouldn't believe what
the country's coming to.
Thank you, come again.
- Look, do you got a
place I could wash up?
- I'm sorry, the restroom's out of order.
- I just need a shave.
- Well,
I do have a washroom in
the building next door.
I guess you can use that.
- Thanks.
- It's pretty dirty in there.
I haven't been in there for years.
But I think the water still works.
- That's all I need.
- That's all you're gonna get.
(ominous music)
(traffic whooshing)
(entry bell ringing)
Come and get me when you're
done so I can lock up.
Don't be too long.
(ominous beat music)
(water faucet trickling)
Well, hello, can I help you?
- [Reagan] Move it, asshole!
- [Nixon] Where's the money?
I said, where's the fucking money, now!
- I don't keep much money in
the store, it's too early.
- [Nixon] Listen, dick
weed, the money now!
- Please, take anything you want.
- [Nixon] 32 fucking
dollars is all you have?
- Please don't hurt me,
just take the money.
- [Reagan] What do you got next door?
- It's just a storage room.
That's all, I don't use it anymore.
(clerk whimpering)
- [Nixon] This is a piece of shit job!
- [Reagan] All this shit!
The money comes fucking to us!
(ominous music)
- [Nixon] This is a bullshit scene!
At least I'm gonna get
something out of this, huh?
(Reagan laughing)
- Woo!
(gunshot booming)
(glass shattering)
(gunshots banging)
Think I won't shoot you, huh?
(clerk whimpering)
- [Nixon] Hey, maybe some of
the money's over there, huh?
- Tell me where the money is, now!
(clerk whimpering)
(gunshot booming)
I think the money's over there, huh?
- [Nixon] Let's go look.
- [Reagan] All right!
Let's keep this party going!
Woo-hoo!
Let's go!
Only, you'll need a mask!
(woman whimpering)
(clerk yelling)
Come on, let's go!
- [Nixon] Come on, move it!
Let's go!
- Get going!
- Open that door!
- Come on!
(lively tempo music)
- [Reagan] Move it!
Move it, come on!
Let's go!
Let's get in there!
- [Nixon] Get the fuck inside, come on!
Open up, come on!
- Get in there!
- [Nixon] This is a fucking joke, man!
(foreboding music)
- [Reagan] Come on, tell
me where the money is!
(woman screaming)
I know you've got money in here.
Now you tell me where it is.
- There isn't any money.
- Where's the money?
- There isn't any money.
- Where's the money?
- There isn't, please!
There isn't any money!
- Get off me!
- There isn't any money.
(lively tempo music)
(woman screaming)
- [Woman] Get off of me.
(punch thudding)
- God!
Shit!
(kick thudding)
- [Reagan] The cash is here, old man.
Where is it?
- There isn't any money.
- Tell me where it is!
- Please,
there isn't any money.
- I know it's here!
(glass shattering)
Who is that?
(lively tempo music)
I'm gonna waste you, fucker!
(gunshots booming)
Come on out here so I can see you!
(gunshot booming)
You're dead!
I'm gonna waste you right where you stand!
(police siren alarming)
(gunshot booming)
(suspenseful music)
You wanna be a hero?
Get out here!
Get out here, now!
(punch thudding)
(police siren alarming)
(ominous music)
(clerk whimpering)
- Take it easy, we're
gonna get you some help.
- [Officer] Freeze!
(ominous music)
- He's not one of them.
- Put the gun down on the floor, now.
- You okay, miss?
- Yes, he saved our lives.
- [John] Look, I have a friend
waiting for me and I'm late.
- What friend?
- I'll just finish shaving
and I'll be on my way.
- Stay right where you are.
How about we see some I.D.?
- I don't carry I.D.
Only cash, if I have any.
- Very funny.
You do have a name.
- John Slade.
(officer chuckling)
- That sounds like a boy's name
but you look like a girl.
You know what I think?
I think he's some faggot rockstar
who blew all his money on drugs.
Or prove to me I'm wrong.
- I'm here for a job.
- A job.
What job?
- I got an interview at Markson
Industries tomorrow, 9AM.
- Markson Industries, what're
they, opening a beauty parlor?
(officer chuckling)
- What's this job you've been offered?
- That's classified.
- [Officer] Classified?
- A classified rockstar
working for Markson Industries.
I find that hard to believe.
- You know what I think?
I think Tarzan, here,
set this whole thing up.
(suspenseful music)
(officers groaning)
- A girl, huh?
A very dangerous girl.
(punch thudding)
(traffic whooshing)
(gentle music)
- Hey, Johnny.
How're you doing, man?
- Good to see you again.
- Yeah.
Oh.
What do you think of this car?
Pretty snazzy, huh?
One of Markson's toys.
Oh, this is Jackie, Markson's daughter.
Gotta watch out for this kid.
It's been years since he's seen
a sharp-looking girl who didn't smell bad.
- Boy, you haven't changed a bit.
(EMT siren alarming)
(dramatic beat music)
- Hi, Jerry, it's me, Ron.
Go ahead.
Hey, listen, that offer for dinner
with me and the family still holds.
Go on.
(pleasant flute music)
Hey, what is it, are we late or something?
What?
- Look at that.
Dozens of people homeless
and the Unites States government
has spent 305 billion dollars this year
on weapons.
- Oh, so what're you
gonna do about it, Daddy?
- Lay off it, Jackie.
You know, we still got the
Russians to worry about.
- Oh yeah, it's always the Russians.
- Look, they'd spend as
much money on it as we do
if they had it to spend.
- We force them to spend
it just to keep up with us.
- Jackie, excuse my French,
but war is one universal shit storm.
(somber music)
- John,
I'm glad you came.
I hope you understand we
don't always behave like this.
But today's a special day.
I'm having a new weapon
demonstrated to all concerned.
(somber music)
- John Slade.
Well I'll be damned.
(ominous music)
- And now for the big surprise.
- What sort of monstrosity
have you dreamed up this time, Daddy?
- Jackie, give it a rest.
- I wanna show you a truly
unique robotic device.
I call it a "Smart Egg."
My "Smart Egg" is an anti-personal weapon
with an artificial intelligence.
A brain that can be programmed
by using any one of a number
of readily available
desktop personal computers.
Its guidance system contains
an intelligence chip
capable of highly responsive reactions.
A system capable of thinking for itself.
- Listen,
you sure you wanna show off your new toy
right here in the open
for all these people?
- Yeah.
I want them to see the demonstration.
- [Ron] Yeah?
- Let's do it, shall we?
(electronic humming)
(laser buzzing)
(explosion rumbling)
(explosion rumbling)
(laser buzzing)
(explosion rumbling)
(electronic humming)
(laser buzzing)
(explosion rumbling)
(electronic humming)
(explosions booming)
(ominous music)
- Oh, Markson, you son of a bitch.
(fire crackling)
- I don't intend for us to invent
or develop weapons one day longer
but I do intend for us to
make this company useful.
See those people living over by the fence?
I want you to help them build
shelters on this parking lot.
We'll begin in our own backyard
and then I'm gonna reorganize this company
so that we can begin to address
what's become in this
country an embarrassing,
outrageous, chronic housing shortage.
As of this moment, right now,
we're out of the weapons business.
(fire crackling)
(traffic whooshing)
- Ron, dinner at eight.
- Are you bringing Bob?
- We're celebrating Daddy's new life,
and yes, I'm bringing Bob.
- Who's Bob?
- A bum,
a rich bum.
I don't like him.
He's all mouth.
- Hey, Ron.
- [Ron] What?
- Why'd you ask me to come here?
- You think Markson is just gonna be able
to walk away from a multi-million
dollar weapons industry?
He's gonna get bothered
by every money hungry
son-of-a-bitch that knows his name.
Come on, let me show you the restaurant.
(man speaking foreign language)
So, a lot of people are gonna want Markson
to go on doing his thing,
making machines to kill people.
You can help them to understand
that he's very serious
about this career change.
How much money you got?
- 10 bucks and change.
- Uh-huh, looks like they
got to you just in time.
Markson's coming over
tonight for a poker game.
I get up a game every couple of weeks.
Markson's not much of a poker player
but he always has a good time.
Watch your head, here.
This place is built for midgets.
It's almost 150 years old.
I got it at first sight.
I've known Markson for 47 years.
He's my best friend until you came along.
He's gotten me out of
a lot of scrapes here.
You know, something about this place
makes you wanna (pleasant music)
grow old, smiling.
Sometimes I think there must be
an Indian burial ground here,
and way down there, someplace,
there's a mummified warrior
sending his good vibes up to me.
- Boy, you have changed.
- Yeah.
Well, remember how I used
to put down the whiskey?
No more.
I'm a restaurant owner now.
And if you care about food,
and I've gotta care about food,
whiskey dulls your palette.
You can't taste anything.
So I have a little wine now and then.
I'll take a glass of Evian water
with a squeeze of lime in it.
(John laughing)
Yeah, John,
I've completely gone to seed.
- No shit.
(Ron chuckling)
- Well,
I gotta start cooking
for the evening crowd.
(gentle guitar music)
You can stay here as long as you want.
I got some new clothes for
you, you might wanna change.
I'll see you in the cafe.
- Hey, Ron.
- Huh?
- Thanks.
(lively tempo music)
(metal clanking)
(distant gunshots banging)
- Shark!
(gunshots booming)
(glass shattering)
What the hell's going on here?
Stop fucking around!
Where's Willis?
- He's upstairs with Vanna.
- You look beautiful.
Relax.
Relax.
(Willis moaning)
- Willis.
(ominous music)
- Elias, you putz.
Don't you ever knock?
(Elias knocking)
- Markson blew up the damn thing.
It was like he knew I was there watching.
- Clever man, Dr. Markson.
- Fred, does this mean
that we're not gonna
get our fucking money?
- Vanna, please,
the money is not the problem.
- Damn it, did you hear what I just said?
There's no more prototype.
- Elias, I do the thinking.
We don't need the prototype,
we do need Markson and his daughter.
(ominous music)
Markson's trying to wish
me away from his invention
and that little show he put on for you
was just that, a little show.
Our good friend, Deputy Hanks,
had a very pleasant introduction
to an old friend of yours this morning.
- John Slade.
- Deputy Hanks and his
partner tried to arrest Slade
and he ties them to a
post outside a truck stop.
That's very messy, Mr. Elias!
I mean, if I didn't know better,
I'd feel a little paranoid.
Now Ron Morrell is a
good army buddy of yours,
an old friends of yours,
and he calls in another
army buddy for help?
Somebody that you've trained?
Now you're gonna have to kill Deputy Hanks
and I want you to do it as soon as you can
because I need a trail of crooked cops
to get out of this mess.
Damn it, I hired you to kidnap
Markson and his daughter.
- It'll be a clean raid tonight.
- Oh yeah, that means getting
Markson and his daughter
out alive, asshole.
- That's right, you better keep
that temper of yours in check.
I've been working on this
deal for almost a year
and I want to pull it
off and disappear rich.
And I don't wanna have
to explain your failures
to my superiors at the FBI!
You know, they're not gonna
show you any sympathy.
You can kill Slade, can't you?
- I'll kill Slade!
- And if he can't do it, I'll kill Slade.
(punch thudding)
(Shark yelping)
- Elias, will you stop?
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, what's your problem?
- Get ready to fly.
(Shark groaning)
I don't want him along tonight.
- [Shark] Oh man.
(Shark groaning)
I don't need this shit from him.
(pleasant mariachi band music)
(Ron speaking foreign language)
- Hey, why don't you get yourself a drink?
I mean,
if you want to.
I don't wanna force you to get a drink
but relax, Johnny, relax.
(Ron speaking foreign language)
Come on!
(pleasant mariachi band music)
Best I guess, you brought reinforcements.
- Which one's Bob?
- The loud horse's ass
with the designer glasses.
(John chuckling)
(people chattering)
- [Jackie] Hey, play us a song.
(people clapping)
♪ Troublemaker ♪
♪ I've got my eyes on you ♪
(lively piano music)
♪ Don't be mistaken ♪
♪ I'm watching everything that you do ♪
♪ And I can't let you get through ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ Troublemaker ♪
(people clapping)
Are you having fun, hun?
- Uh-huh.
- [Bob] We're having a great time.
- Nobody asked you.
♪ But if you told me
you loved me everyday ♪
We okay here?
♪ And in your arms, I always stay ♪
Great pieces of art, aren't they?
Jackie, come on over here,
you haven't had the chance
to talk to my friend, John.
- Hi.
You left this in the car this morning.
- Thanks.
- John is one of the best
infiltration men I've ever known.
First in the Marines, then in the Army.
- Oh, so you're a soldier.
- Not at the moment.
- I was never a very good
soldier, I talked too much.
Got me into a lot of trouble.
Viet Cong were gonna cut my tongue out
but then they decided to
just split it in half.
Then I talked twice as much,
so there was an army surgeon,
he took it and sewed it
back together, you know.
Now I talk like this all the time.
(John and Jackie laughing)
- Ron, old buddy, how's it going?
- Since when are you my buddy?
(Bob chuckling)
- Jackie says you're a
pretty good game of poker.
- Yeah, well, if you got enough money
it might be a pretty good game.
- What're you looking at?
- Bob, be civil.
John, this is Bob Evens.
- Jackie, why do we have to hang around
with some muscle-headed gorilla for?
- Bobby,
you keep a civil tongue
when you're in my cafe
or somebody's gonna
tear your limb from limb
and stuff the pieces down your throat.
And it might not be me.
(Bob chuckling)
- Jackie, come on, when
you get a chance, okay?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- Always a pleasure, Bob.
Sorry about that.
- Ron, I'm starved, what's for dinner?
- Ah, we got something really
special for you tonight
to celebrate your father's new career.
- Well, Daddy's late again, so let's eat.
- Okay, check the kitchen out.
- Okay.
- Please, don't get up.
- I have to.
See you later.
(faint mariachi band music)
- All right, listen up.
Markson got himself some help.
- [Max] What help?
- John Slade.
- Hey,
Slade is mean.
He went through me and
me partner this morning
like we weren't even there.
- Now listen!
None of us get paid unless
we deliver Markson and his daughter alive.
So let's just do it.
And don't get sloppy.
Max and I will take Hanks with us.
Carlos, you stay close.
Max and I will grab Markson,
Paulie, Bob, you get his daughter.
(gun cranking)
- Neat gun.
Thanks.
- Why'd you give her a gun?
- I didn't give her the goddamn gun!
- You say something?
- Just stay the fuck in the van.
- Elias, fuck you!
I don't have to take orders from you.
You're not my boss, you know.
(gun clicking)
- [Max] Amigo,
what about our friend, Deputy Hanks?
- Hanks.
Take him for a walk.
(faint upbeat mariachi band music)
- [Markson] Thank you, Larry.
If Ron has any food left,
I'll have him send some out.
- Hey, you wanna get in on this game?
Got lots of money.
Lots of money.
- Oh, here he comes.
- [Jackie] Daddy, you're so late.
- I'm sorry, honey, don't get up.
Gentlemen.
- [Jackie] Is there anything wrong?
- Nothing that a good
poker game won't cure.
- You missed my food.
And it won't warm up either.
- That's my loss, Ron.
(sinister music)
(guns cranking)
(pleasant piano music)
Robert, what do you say?
- 300 more.
- I fold.
- That's my girl.
- [John] There's three...
And three more.
- Identify this guy, Slade, for you.
- [Max] Oh yeah.
- Yeah, get a little action,
your deal goes through.
I make some money, hey, it's pretty cool.
(Hank gagging)
(Ron laughing)
- Ron's in, Mark, 600.
- I'm in.
- I'm out.
- 600.
600, is it?
All right, I'm in.
(neck cracking)
300 to you, Bob.
- I'll call 300.
- [Markson] Let's see what you got.
(Bob chuckling)
- Aces up eights.
Full house, read 'em and weep.
- Sorry.
Four Jacks.
- Shit.
- Nice hand.
- You lucky son of a bitch.
- I want a timeout.
- Damn.
(pleasant guitar music)
- Okay, I'll hold your stakes for you.
Winners always get the girls, don't they?
(crickets chirping)
(faint pleasant guitar music)
Hey, Jackie.
Excuse me, John.
Look, your boyfriend's here
and they're eating the furniture.
Can you go back in an quiet them down
or do I have to bounce them?
- I'll be there in a minute.
- Now!
- I'll be in in a minute.
- Okay, I'll bounce them.
- You're not in any shape to drive, Mark.
That's what I've been
trying to talk about.
- Everybody stay very still.
(gunshots booming)
- Put your hands on the table now!
(ominous music)
- What is it that you want?
- Dr. Markson, get up and come over to me.
(intense music)
Quickly!
(gunshots booming)
- Please don't kill me.
We'll get you anything you want.
- Please don't kill me.
- Anything you want!
- Don't!
(gunshots booming)
(upbeat guitar music)
(gunshots booming)
- Goddamn it, they got Markson!
- Stay down!
(gunshot booming)
- [Ron] I'll cover you!
(gunshots booming)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots booming)
(John groaning)
(kick thudding)
(punches thudding)
(gunshot booming)
(man screaming)
(fire rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots booming)
(gunshots popping)
(suspenseful music)
(engine rumbling)
- They got Paulie and Bob.
- Slade.
Come on, let's go.
(engine revving)
(gunshots booming)
(Ron sighing)
- Who the hell where those guys?
- Elias lead the raid.
- Elias?
He's dead.
- Apparently not.
- [Jackie] Ron!
- In a minute.
Elias.
Shit.
(police sirens alarming)
(police sirens alarming)
(faint police radio chattering)
(crickets chirping)
- Over here?
- Yes, sir.
There's one body in the car.
And there's a man dead over here, sir.
He's one of ours, Deputy Glen Hanks.
(ominous music)
- [Officer] How do I know
you didn't kill Deputy Hanks?
- Because I told you I didn't.
- Listen, buddy,
you're not going anywhere until
you tell me what's going on.
- Did it ever occur to you
that Hanks knew who killed him?
- Hell yes.
He knew you.
- The people that killed
Markson's driver killed Hanks.
- Listen, hotshot,
you've got four thousand
dollars cash in your pocket.
Blood money,
right?
I saw you this morning,
you were shaving in some
truck stop bathroom, broke.
You're in this.
You're gonna tell me how.
- Look, I don't know why
they kidnapped my father.
He was working on some new project.
He never really talked
about it or anything
but he was a little worried.
What're you gonna do about it?
You know, you're just standing around here
asking me these stupid questions
when you could be out
there doing something.
(foreboding music)
- Deputy.
I'll take it from here.
- And who are you?
- FBI.
Special Agent Willis.
Who were they?
- I have no idea.
- Markson didn't tell you why
he asked you to come here?
- I met Markson today for the first time.
- Mr. Slade,
you have a very impressive military record
for somebody your age.
Army Special Forces,
Delta Forces in the Middle East,
underwater demolition training in Iraq,
expelled from El Salvador
for counter-revolutionary activities.
You've kept very busy.
Mr. Slade,
Dr. Markson has invented
something very deadly
and even though he's
destroyed the prototype,
the plan is still in his head.
He's a valuable military property
and it would be dangerous
to have him up for sale
to an unfriendly power.
If you can help us bring
Markson back, do you understand?
Am I making myself clear?
- Word for word.
- You can't charge them with a crime.
They're victims.
- But you know he's involved in this.
- I don't know that.
We'll be in touch, Miss Markson.
I'm sure you'll be hearing
from your father's kidnappers
and when you do, let us know.
We'll do everything we can to help you.
Mr. Slade?
Don't get involved with this,
unless you mean to cooperate.
My local number's on the
back of my business card.
You call me if you find
out anything relevant.
(crickets chirping)
- Let me go first, Jackie.
Elias and his bunch may
be watching your house.
Nice and slow.
You ready, John?
It's okay, come on.
- Did your father keep
anything in the house?
Anything dealing with work,
papers, notes, anything.
- Yeah.
- Oh, hold on.
- He keeps all his
weapons and stuff in here.
- A long ways to sit down.
You can really do it with
the stuff he's got in there.
- Any work papers,
videos, discs or anything
would be in the desk.
- I'm gonna burn this stuff right now.
- Do it.
(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)
All he wanted to do was retire.
(crickets chirping)
(phone ringing)
- Yes?
- [Elias] Come to the Highlander
Hotel today, three o'clock.
- What, who is this?
- [Elias] Just listen.
There is a swimwear
show in the main lobby.
Come alone or we'll kill your father.
- [Jackie] The Highlander Hotel.
They want me there alone.
- If you do go, they're
gonna force your father
to do whatever they want.
- But if I don't go, they'll kill him.
- He's worth more alive.
- Ron, you know how he is.
He would die before he
would tell anybody anything.
We have to do something.
- Okay.
Wear bright clothes, colors, yellow, red.
So I can always see you.
And you better go get changed.
We've only got a couple hours.
- Okay.
Come here a minute, will you?
I wanna talk to you.
(gentle music)
I guess you think I'm
crazy for letting her go.
- It's just a job for them.
They're expendable and they know it.
They'll kill them both
if the deal goes sour.
- And if he don't let her go,
we'll never get Markson back.
- We gotta get in on their plans
and make sure you get
taken a long with Jackie.
- John,
Jackie's my daughter.
She doesn't even know it.
Markson's her legal father.
When I got back from Asia,
we just decided not to tell her about it.
Just seemed to work better all around
if I'm her big-hearted,
crazy, goddamn uncle.
- Never told me you had a kid.
- Yeah well, she is.
But I don't want her to know.
You've gotta know but not her.
I was in that shithole,
fece prison compound
almost five years,
and when I got out, all
I did was re-up and then
wash out on an undesirable.
Then I fucked up some more,
acting like some asshole balls for brains.
- Yeah but you're as clean
as anybody could be now.
- Buddy,
I was gone south and you know it
with that shit storm war.
Meanwhile, her mother's back here
trying to forget I ever left her.
Had her wondering if I'm dead or alive
until the War Department
finally gets around
to telling her I am dead.
Markson was great.
He never let me down.
He knew she loved me and not him.
But he took care of her
and Jackie, all that time.
And then after eight
years, I finally come back,
broke,
alcoholic,
shellshocked, Agent Oranged-out,
fucked up.
My best friends are dead
and I'm a piece of shit.
I just want her safe
and him safe.
She's my daughter, for Christ sake.
The only one I'll ever have.
We'll take the truck, I can hide in back.
(birds chirping)
You be careful.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Hey, Ron, stay undercover.
- Oh God.
- You know they're gonna
be looking for you.
- Cover me up.
- I'm gonna stay here
and see who shows up.
Then I'll meet you at the
hotel, I won't be far behind.
- [Ron] Smells like shit under here.
- Hold your breath.
- Wait a minute.
Park a few blocks away from the hotel.
- Okay.
- Not too close.
- All right.
- Like in the alley or something.
(engine rumbling)
Okay, let's go.
(dramatic electric guitar music)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
- [Willis] Yes?
- The house is empty but
I think I found something.
- [Willis] Bring it all back here.
- But it's all been burned.
The video tapes, computer
discs, everything
and they left it all out
like they knew we'd find it.
- [Willis] Then get away from the house.
- Yeah.
- Who were you talking to?
- Willis.
FBI.
(head thudding)
(cop gasping)
(birds chirping)
(upbeat music)
- Put your gun away.
Put it under your coat or something.
- I want everybody to see my gun.
- I know you do.
You know how to use it?
- I use it everyday.
- I know.
(engine revving)
- Is anybody watching us?
- Nope.
- Don't look at me.
Now, put the keys on
the seat and walk away
and don't look back,
I'll be right behind you.
So long, honey.
(upbeat music)
- Roll down the window!
- What?
- Turn the radio off!
She's here!
Jackie's in the hotel!
(festive horn music)
- Okay, ladies, five minutes
and then no more, that's it.
(women chattering)
(women laughing)
- Oh my god.
Ooh, la, la.
I think I see my bonus.
Woo!
Want some flowers, honey?
- Hey, who are you?
- These are yours.
- You're not supposed to be.
- These are yours, honey.
You smell good, come here.
- Get away from me.
- Do you want to smell it, baby?
Come on.
- Hey you, hey you, come on.
You don't belong in here, let's go.
- All right, all right.
- Come on, come on.
- All right, come on, honey,
it's just you and me, come on.
- I said, come on!
- All right.
All right, man.
All right.
(women chattering)
(Carlos indistinctly speaking)
- Come on.
- You know, I got a real gun.
- [Cop] What?
(ominous music)
(cop gagging)
(people chattering)
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the Holiday Inn Highlander
is proud to present
a Summer Swimwear Spectacular.
(upbeat music)
Fashion from Eugenia
at competitive prices.
My name is Terry Anderson
and I will be your
hostess for today's event.
(upbeat music)
(audience applauding)
(sinister tempo music)
(birds chirping)
(water bubbling)
(upbeat music)
- Jackie.
(Carlos laughing)
You're late.
- What?
Don't like the way I smell?
Fertilizer's good, right?
Makes the flowers grow.
Phew.
- You be a good girl, Jackie,
or I'm gonna have to stick my gun in you.
- I heard that.
- Yeah?
- You're a prick.
- Leave it alone, Vanna.
- Listen,
you touch her and I'll tell Elias.
He'll give her to me.
(upbeat music)
- You smell like shit, man.
And this is a private party.
Let's go clean you up.
- Hey, don't be a hard-ass, huh?
Okay, lighten up.
- Elias tells me you're
some bad shit motherfucker.
- Elias, look, I had a
lot of beginner's luck.
Listen, Markson told me
a lot about his new toy.
I can help you guys.
Let me make some money too, huh?
- Okay, maybe so.
Let's go see what Elias has to say.
- Okay.
(upbeat music)
(ominous music)
(gunshot booming)
(women screaming)
(gunshots booming)
(people screaming)
(gun cranking)
- Ronald says he knows
something about Markson's gizmo.
- Did you hear that?
- Bring Ron with you
and bring them both to the staging area.
But take your time in traffic.
Don't get stopped.
Have you seen Slade?
(helicopter buzzing)
(dramatic tempo music)
(motor buzzing)
This is Special Agent Willis.
Put out an APB, John Slade.
He's a fugitive, armed and dangerous,
and should be approached
with extreme caution.
He's wanted for suspicion of kidnapping,
extortion and murder.
(exciting tempo music)
(helicopter buzzing)
(exciting bongo music)
(ominous tempo music)
- Now what's the problem?
- I just wanna make sure
I don't stop his heart.
- What're you talking about?
- With this drug I'm using,
maybe it could kill him.
- You kill him and I'll kill you.
Some expert.
- Expert?
- With the drugs.
Willis, you said this
asshole knew his shit.
- I do, I'm a vet.
- A vet?
What, Korea?
- I'm a veterinarian, a horse doctor.
- What?
This whole deal's coming
apart, goddamn it!
Where the hell is Vanna?
- Just take it easy, it's gonna be okay.
We're almost there.
(ominous tempo music)
Vanna is totally reliable.
- Where'd you find these assholes?
You promised me professionals,
you cheap son of a bitch,
and you get me fucking
freaks out of the zoo!
You know, you are one
piece of work, buddy.
You and your dipshit girlfriend, Vanna.
- I guess it's better I told you now.
- I want you to knock this fucker out
and get him ready to fly.
Now!
- Yes, sir.
(suspenseful tempo music)
- Vanna.
You're late.
What happened?
- I wanted a goldfish.
So I stopped and I got one.
- [Max] Sit.
- Ow.
- Hey.
- You're pretty,
you know that?
- Do you mind?
Hey, kiss my fish.
- Hey, leave her alone.
All right?
- Fuck you!
You leave her alone!
(ominous music)
- Shut the fuck up!
- Time for your interview, Ronald.
I hope you do it good.
- Ron Morrell.
It's good to see you, old
buddy, just like old times.
Take the cuffs off him.
Ron, here, used to be a real pisser.
Best all-around soldier
the army ever produced.
Heard you quit drinking, Ron.
Hell, I remember you
used to inhale that shit.
Max, get him a whiskey.
- Elias, what're you
doing kidnapping people?
- He likes it.
- Shut up!
Just shut up!
(sinister music)
- Elias,
this is one crazy stunt.
- Oh yeah?
You don't like my deal?
I'm very disappointed.
- Agent Willis, what a surprise.
- Mr. Morrell,
how can you help us with Dr. Markson?
- Where's Slade?
- You got me.
We lost him.
- Elias, who said you
could work this deal out?
- Vanna.
- You're just a putz who can't do nothing.
Hey.
Hey.
(ominous music)
- Carlos.
(gun cranking)
(gunshot booming)
(gunshots booming)
(sinister music)
- Ron,
tell Max whatever you know
and I might not kill you.
- No.
- [Max] Ron, you come with me, let's talk.
- This will only take a minute.
(ominous music)
(motor puttering)
(lively tempo music)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(gunshots popping)
(explosion rumbling)
- Get the flight plan
details arranged, no hitches?
- No hitches.
- Paperwork's done?
Tell me the paperwork's done!
- It's done.
You just get them to the airport,
I'll take care of everything else.
- Carlos, you go with Willis.
- You did not have to kill Vanna.
- Be with you in a minute.
- Come on, let's go.
- All right, all right.
Don't have to be so pushy about it.
- Show me what you got!
(ominous music)
- Well...
Okay.
(kick thudding)
Whatever you say.
(dramatic music)
(punches thudding)
(Ron groaning)
(metal clanking)
(Ron groaning)
- So what is it you want
to say to me, Ronald?
- Oh, a hell of a lot.
(dramatic music)
Oh.
Hey.
(water bubbling)
(Max laughing)
Mmm, good.
(helicopter buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful tempo music)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(gun clicking)
(explosion booming)
(gunshots popping)
(eerie music)
(traffic horn honking)
(suspenseful music)
(John groaning)
(Shark groaning)
(gunshot popping)
(Shark screaming)
- [John] It's over.
Where'd they take Markson?
- They're flying Markson
and his daughter out of the country today.
FBI guy took care of the
State Department details.
They've got a flight pattern
filed and everything.
They're gonna sell him to
the highest foreign bidder.
- [John] You better not be lying
because you're coming with me!
Where'd they take him?
Where are they flying out of, huh?
- Clover Grover Field.
I swear, that's it.
- You're coming with me.
Come on, up!
(helicopter buzzing)
(horse huffing)
(ominous music)
- [Max] What did your old
buddy, Markson, tell you, Ron?
- Let me think a minute.
(punches thudding)
(Ron groaning)
(dramatic music)
What did you do with Markson and the girl?
Tell me that.
- You've got guts, don't you?
I bet you like getting
the shit beat out of you.
(punches thudding)
(Ron groaning)
- You got a gun or a knife around here?
- I don't need one with you.
- That's what I figured.
Over confident.
(kick thudding)
(Max laughing)
- Well, well.
Something left in the old man.
(ominous music)
(punches thudding)
(Ron gagging)
(Max groaning)
(Max gagging)
(neck cracking)
(Ron sighing)
- Oh
God.
(horse huffing)
(lively tempo music)
- They're taking Markson
to Clove Grove Field.
- I know where it is.
(engine rumbling)
(lively tempo music)
(explosion rumbling)
(car horn honking)
(suspenseful music)
(horse neighing)
(ominous tempo music)
(airplane whooshing)
(suspenseful tempo music)
(Ron humming tune)
(Shark groaning)
(elbow thudding)
Listen, John,
we get too close to them,
they're gonna recognize this car.
- They might.
What're you looking for?
- Another car.
Nothing but cows.
(engine revving)
- What the hell is going on here?
Come back with my car!
- [John] Look, just take
ours, it's right over there.
- This is my car, what the?
- It's a whole lot better
than this piece of shit.
- Come back!
Hey!
My car!
Yeah, police?
I wanna report a stolen car.
Yeah, these guys just took
it out of my front yard.
Blonde,
30,
tall.
Oldsmobile, '83.
(suspenseful beat music)
- [Ron] Duck down.
- The guys had, what, rifles,
knives and guns, grenades.
It's just like out of a
"Rambo" movie, I'm telling you.
(suspenseful music)
(police sirens alarming)
(helicopter buzzing)
- Take it easy.
Easy does it, nobody overreact,
see what they want first.
(police sirens alarming)
All clear, it's not us.
- Do you hear sirens?
(police sirens alarming)
(plane buzzing)
(police sirens alarming)
Check out that plane!
(police sirens alarming)
(plane buzzing)
- This is Agent Willis,
what's going on down there?
- [Officer] Yes sir, they've...
Been an armed robbery up the highway, sir.
They helped themselves to a car.
- That little son of a bitch
reported the car stolen.
- [Officer] We've tracked
it here to the airport, sir.
- Stolen car?
Get it out of there!
- [Officer] Yes, sir.
(dramatic tempo music)
(helicopter buzzing)
(ominous tempo music)
- What the hell's going on?
You think Willis is setting us up?
- He is one crazy S.O.B.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
- Come here.
Come here, come here,
come here.
- Yeah?
- Agent Willis.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, FBI.
- Oh, Agent Willis, FBI.
Yeah, I talked to you on the radio.
- What the hell you gotta do
to file a flight plan around here?
- Well, I could do that paperwork for you.
- Well, come on, let's do it, come on.
- Okay, it's in my office.
- I've already been to your office.
- I was out here working on my airplane.
- [Willis] I don't care
what you were working on.
- Oh, hey, let's take a
shortcut to the office.
Back through here.
Follow me, sir.
(ominous tempo music)
(lively tempo music)
What the hell's going on out there?
- Where have you been?
Somebody stole a car and ditched it here.
- [Man] Here?
- Yeah, here.
Here's out flight plan
paperwork, it's all there.
It's got State Department
Clearance, gone on, check.
- Okay, I'll go file.
- Yeah, go on, go on.
- I'll file them.
- It's all in order.
- Hey, guys, I ain't got
no weapons, I'm clean!
I'm norms.
(Shark groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots popping)
(explosion rumbling)
- Shit!
(suspenseful music)
Okay, let's take him out.
- [Carlos] All right.
- Flank me.
Go on!
- All right, all right.
(ominous tempo music)
(gunshots booming)
(ominous tempo music)
(gunshot booming)
(intense music)
(gun clicking)
(lively tempo music)
(intense music)
(gunshot booming)
(Ron groaning)
(gunshots booming)
- I hate crooked cops.
(intense music)
(Elias groaning)
(rapid gunfire popping)
(punches thudding)
(suspenseful beat music)
(John groaning)
(punch crunching)
(ominous music)
(heart monitor beeping)
- He'll be okay.
- What about Ron?
(Ron laughing)
- Oh,
shit.
- What the hell did you do to Willis?
- Well, he gave it his best shot.
Shattered kneecap, I guess.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah,
but my bad knee is now my good knee.
- Wanna compare wounds?
- Well, you always were bulletproof.
(heart monitor beeping)
- He's gonna be all right.
- Daddy's gonna be okay.
- Oh,
that's great, honey.
(exciting tempo music)
(exciting tempo music)
(exciting beat music)
(exciting beat music)