Standoff (1998) - full transcript

FBI and the Texas police make ready to storm the headquarters of a sect heavily armed religious fanatics. But the operation goes terribly wrong and a couple of feds seeks protection at an abandoned farm. But they are not the only one there. They find two young female sect members in the basement.

Man: You think they
have any idea?

I mean, you think
they know we're coming?

Second man: Those people
are paranoid.

They figure
somebody's coming.

They just
don't know when.

I don't know.

My gut says
they got no idea.

I hope your gut's right.

Do you hear something?

Do you hear them
chanting or something?

The freaks?



I doubt it.

We're a mile away.

I've been having
dreams about them.

They've been chanting
in my dreams,

praying maybe.

Only, in my dreams,

it comes out sounding
like that song

you sexy thing
by hot chocolate.

Remember that song?

You sexy thing.

* I believe
in miracles *

* since you came along

* you sexy thing

* you sexy thing, you



ha.

Nah.

Don't know that one.

You think I'm crazy,
don't you?

Some nutty Mick
from Boston.

Shit gets heavy,

we fall back to there.

See it?
The little farmhouse?

That sounds like
a plan, boss.

Don't call me boss.

You have a very
closed personality,

you know?

Hasn't anyone ever
told you that?

That's my job.

Your job, too,
only you don't know it yet.

Yeah, ok.

Then I guess
it's pointless to ask

if you want
to go get a beer.

Tomorrow's a big day.

You should try
to get some sleep.

Oh, forget it.
I'm too jumpy.

I'll watch letterman.

My sister sent me
this great videotape
of hockey highlights.

It's unbelievable.

Bobby orr
from beginning to end.

It's...

You're joking, right?

You like hockey?

It's--it's--it's--
it's out of this world.

"It's orr. It's orr!

"He shoots!
He scores!"

It's really good.

See you in a couple
of hours, Irish.

Bama.

If shit does
get heavy tomorrow,

watch my back, ok?

I'll watch yours.

You watch
your own back first.

Then you worry about
everybody else's.

That's what
I'll be doing.

* I believe in miracles

* since you came along

* you sexy thing

* you sexy thing, you

[Gunshots]

[Shouting]

Come on, guys!
Let's go!

Come on!

[Shouting]

[Gunshots]

Move it! Come on!

Move it! Move it!

There's the house
over the next rise!

I see it!

Let's go!

Let's go quick!
Move it!

Bastards!

Goddamn freaks!

We can make it!

Come on!

Drop down!

[Voices over radio]

I'll bust the door.

Hyah!

Come on, Jamie!
Bring him in!

Do you hear me?

Aah!

Agent on radio:
Fire, fire, fire, fire!

Full fire!

[Gunshots]

Aah!

All right!
I give up already!

Stop shooting.

[Gunshots]

Stop!

[Silence]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots slow down
in distance]

You get hit?

Something in my back.

[Gunshots]

[Coughing]

Ow.

There. Now you got
eight lives left.

Ugh! I got
way less than that.

Oh, jeez!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Buddy,
can you hear me?

Oh, man.
Oh, shit!

Gunshot,
front to back.

He's out.

Kit.

Oh, god.

Muzzle burn.

Somebody shot him
up close and personal.

They looked him
right in his eye

and capped him.

Who would do that?

A kid like this.

I mean, they--they--
they just started shooting.

Pressure.

Oh, god.
That was chaos.

I've never been
so scared in my life.

I couldn't even
get my damn legs to move.

Federal agent,

we have a warrant
for the arrest of
Thomas b. Fremont,

a search and seizure order
for the house,

section 101.2b
of the Texas penal code.

Agent over megaphone:
We are federal agents!

I was way wrong.

They knew
we were coming.

Yeah. Might as well have
put an ad in the paper.

Come on, pressure!

His pulse is weak.

We got to get him
to a hospital.

Negative. We stay put.
Dressing.

What?!

He's going
to bleed to death!

I got news
for you, Irish.

We got a half mile

between US
and police lines.

A half mile
of open ground

in full sight
of their rifles.

I can't see our guys
from here.

I think they set up
a barricade

down by that road.

[Gunshots]

This place is as safe
as it's going to get.

Now, seeing how I
currently outrank you

in this organization,
my word is law.

We're not
going anywhere.

Call in
our position.

Agent: I'm hit! Bleeding bad!
On a hillside!

Second agent:
All units, fall back--

[indistinct voices]

Agent: Can somebody
please respond?!

[Beep]

Well, this qualifies
as far and away

the deepest shit
I've ever been in.

I got caught
selling reefer

in the boys' bathroom
in 10th grade,

but, uh, no, today--
today pretty much

blows that out
of the water, I think.

Well, pray it don't
get no worse.

[Rifle cocks]

I'm going
to move the kid

to another room,

get him comfortable.

You check out
that east side.

You see anybody
coming over that rise

from that compound,

you take them down.

Got it?

No questions asked.

Just kill 'em.

Yeah, I hear you.

Man, I hate Texas.

[Door closes]

[Banging]

Bama.

Bama, we got incoming!

Bama!

Bama!

Shoot to kill!

I didn't I.D. Him.

They could be our guys.

Which way did they go?
What'd they look like?

I don't know!
I just saw shadows.

I think
there's 2 of them.

Got 'em!

Where? Where?
I don't see anything.

Oh, fuck! I think
they're behind the--

they're behind the car.

I don't see nothing.

You sure you weren't
hallucinating?

[Crash]

Freeze!
Freeze!

[Shouting]

You're under arrest!

You're under arrest!
Drop the fucking gun!

What do you mean
we're under arrest?
You're under arrest.

You got that
backwards, boy.

We have orders to detain
any persons

inhabiting these premises.

You're with the bureau?

What's it look like,
asshole?

Bullshit! Prove it!

You prove it! I don't
know dick about you.

You think we're here
for our health?

Where's
your windbreakers?

Where's yours?

Shit! You think I'm going
to run around in uniform

and let those psychos
pick US off

like fish
in a damn barrel?

You guess again, nigger.

Where's your
windbreaker, buddy?

I got shot.
I took it off.

You don't look shot.

How do I know you didn't
steal those clothes

off some corpse?

I don't recognize
either one of y'all.

And you recognize
a nigger, right?

Jamie:
Easy, bama.

Tell me one reason
why I shouldn't

blow both your
fucking heads off!

You won't live to see me
hit the floor.

Jamie: Ok. There's got
to be a way out of this.

Password.
Tell me the password.

No way.
You tell US first.

Don't you do it, Hank.
They could be faking.

It could be assassins.
Imagine that.

Assassins
with the password.

Ok, look. I think
I got a solution, ok?

I'm pretty sure
you guys are ok.

I'm pretty sure
you're with the agency.

We all have to be sure.

We're going
to say the password
at the same time, ok?

We're going to shout it
at the count of 3.

Jamie: Bama?

Fine.

Ok, so it's bama
and--what is it--Hank?

Yeah.

Ok. Bama and Hank
on the count of 3.

1...

2...

3.

God damn it! I told you
they was assassins!

You lying sack of shit!

I'm not talking first!
I'm not saying it!

You a dead
nigger now.

You're dead next,
asshole!

Drop the gun!

You drop
yours first!

Prairie fire!

Jamie: The password's
prairie fire, ok?

Yeah.

Yeah, prairie fire.

Prairie fire. Zeke.

Prairie fire, Zeke.

Bama.

Bama.

Prairie fire,
god damn it!

Hank magill,
Washington office.

How you doing?

This here's
my friend Zeke.

Zeke Clayton.
He's a local boy.

Yeah!

Whoa!

Well, god damn it.
Shit!

That was close,
wasn't it?

Thank goodness
for those passwords.

I tell you.
I mean--hoo hoo--

that'd have been something

filling out the forms
on that one. Imagine that?

Filling out the forms
on that. Shit!

Trying to explain why

we all just shot each other
to shit. Ha ha ha!

Don't think they have
a code listing for that.

No, I do not.

Oh, god,
I need a drink.

Yeah.
Here you are.

Evian water.
It's still cold.

Thanks. That's ok.

So, Hank, are you
a group leader?

Yes, actually, I am.
I am indeed.

Group 7, surveillance
and tactical monitoring.

Well, Hank,
that puts you in charge.

So what do we do now?

Um...

There's a wounded sheriff
in the other room.

Is his name Barry?

A young kid?

Could be.

He's in the bedroom.

Down the hall.

Agent over megaphone:
I know you're listening

in there. Now, i'm
moving up some men

to evacuate the wounded.

Now, don't shoot them
or nothing, ok?

Just don't shoot! Ok?

[Gunshots]

Listen, Hank?

What?

Listen, this kid--
I think we got to get

this--this kid
to a hospital.

And to be honest,
I think we got

to get the hell
out of this house.

This place
is a deathtrap.

It's not
real homey, is it?

I can definitely
think of some places

I would rather be
right now.

How did you guys
get here?

We, uh...

We crawled right
through the grass.

Crawled the whole way?

Not happy about it,
but, yeah--

look, you know,
I think we got to--

we just got to get
on our bellies

and get the hell
back to police lines.

Right?

No. No. We wait
for choppers

to evacuate US. That's
standard procedure.

Jamie: They've got
a Cannon in that compound

that takes a helicopter
right out of the sky.

I don't think they're going
to be sending helicopters.

Yeah, um...

Well, let me just--
I'll tell you what.

I'm going to run
that crawling idea

back to the guys
back at the cars.

Well, Hank, I think they have
bigger problems right now.

I mean, I just think
if we're going to do this,

then, you know,
we just got to--

you just take
the initiative, you know?

And we just do it.

It's your call.

Ok. Yeah.

Yeah. Maybe
you're right.

I don't know.

Just, uh...

Take the initiative
and we'll go out there.

They shot him.

They gut-shot him!

He went to high school
with my cousin.

Me and him play poker
every Thursday night.

How am I going
to explain this

to his wife?

Those fucking crazy-ass,

cult-suck,
shit-religious bastards!

I wish I had me
one of them right now.

I'd tear the life
out of him!

Listen. Hank
was talking to me

about all of US just
getting out of here,

and I think
it's a smart idea.

Hank. Hank?

Group leader, right?
Getting out of here.

Yeah. We're going
to work our way

back to police lines
back there.

Ok?

I ain't going
without Barry.

Jamie: Well,
we'll take Barry,

but we better leave soon
before he bleeds to death.

Zeke: How are we
going to go?

We're going to crawl.

That's a long way.

Ok. I can take him
half the time.

We'll switch off.

Yeah, ok.

Ok.

You're ok, ain't ya?

I mean, you're one
of the good ones.

All right. Let's go.

Bama.

Not going.

Why not?

They're waiting
for US.

Fuck him.
Let him rot.

Bama, why are
you doing this?

If we stay here,

it's only
a matter of time

before a stray round
catches one of US.

At least
let's try to get out.

We'll look out
for each other.

We've done ok so far.

Let me get this straight.

Are you trying to tell me that
what's happened today is ok?

Man on radio: Can you, uh,
you hear me out there?

You policemen listening?

I have something
to say to you.

"In the beginning, god
created heaven and earth.

"And the earth was
without light and empty

and darkness was
on the face of the waters."

I don't know.
I heard

they put assassins
all over the place.

Got them hiding
out in the grass.

What about snakes?
They got snakes out there?

Yep.

Big ones.

Look. Forget the wildlife
and forget the assassins.

Are you going or not?

Shit. I'm game.

Better than waiting
in here to get killed.

All right.
I'm in, too.

I just hate
the damn snakes.

Follow me.

Can't see anything.

Can you see
anything?

Shh!

Bugs on me everywhere.

I can feel them
crawling on me.

Shut the fuck up.

Hank, get down!

Hank!

Hank, stay down!

[Gunshots]

Zeke: Sniper!

[Gunshots]

Man in distance:
Hold fire!

Hold your fire!

Where's the kid?

I left him
lying in the grass.

Agh.

You're not going to--

hey!

Shit.

Jamie: Come here!

God damn asshole!

What the hell
happened out there?

They're still shooting.
They're still shooting!

You could've got US
all killed!

They're still shooting
'cause of you,

you asshole!

What's
your problem, man?

What's your problem?

I got scared!

Didn't go
so good, huh?

Zeke: Now, don't go jumping
to any conclusions, but--

lookee what I found
hiding in the basement.

They're from the compound.

Cult freaks.

Followers of his holiness,
the reverend butt wipe.

Come on, girls.

Introduce yourselves.

Say howdy.

Hi, there.

Uh--ahem! You--

you're actually from
the compound, are you?

Yes, sir, I am.

I've lived there
for 5 years.

No. 4 years?
No, 5.

5?

5 years.

What are you doing here?

I just bugged out

when they
started shooting,

so I just ran.

I didn't know
where to go.

What's your name?

My name is freebie.

They call me that
'cause--

it's ok.

Watch it.

Tell US your name,
girlie.

Mary.

Jamie: What are you
doing out here?

Same as you.
Trying not to get shot.

And you're
from the compound?

No. I heard
all the noise.

I thought I'd come see
what the fuss was about.

Why did you run?

If you'd seen what it's like
inside that hellhole,

you'd run, too.

They watch you
all the time.

You don't get a whole
lot of chances to leave.

I figured this was
as good as any.

Who told you
we were coming, bitch?

Huh?

Hey! Hey!

What the hell
is the matter with you?

All right, all right!

She's an assassin!

Probably the one
gut-shot Barry!

I didn't shoot anybody!

Get a grip.

All right.

All right!

I won't touch her.

But if you ask me...

I think we should

interrogate
the shit out of them.

And if they don't
say anything,

then we should rape them,

take them upstairs,

and put a bullet
in each one of their heads

and say they got caught
in the crossfire.

No one will
know the difference.

I'm going to pretend
I didn't hear that,
Zeke.

That's a goddamn
breach of protocol.

Protocol?

Give me a break.

In case you ain't
noticed, Hank,

we're in a war here,
and they are the enemy.

Well,
if we're in a war,

then we got
the Geneva convention.

This ain't Geneva.

Where's Barry?

He's on the porch.

[Freebie laughs]

[Hank laughs]
It's true.

Sometimes
I eat strawberries.

Hank: Is that right?

Freebie: Ha ha!

Hank: Ha ha.

Listen, thanks for
covering me back there.

What you did was brave.

Do it again,
and we both get killed.

I'm going to try
to raise command
on the radio.

You talk
to the girls.

See what they know.

Hank:
It's kind of like, uh,

like a free love
kind of place?

Is that what
it's like over there?

No. It's--

it's more like
a big family.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, it's nice.

That's nice.

Yeah, like,
everybody's, you know,

kind of like
brothers and sisters

kind of thing?

Yeah, sorta.

Ha ha ha.

That's great.
That's terrific.

Yeah. That's great.

Hmm.

So, um, what do you guys
do for fun over there?

You know,

all the sisters
and everybody.

All sorts of stuff.

All kinds of stuff?

Yeah.

Fun stuff? Just--

fun stuff.

Yeah? Like what?

Come on.
You can tell me.

I won't
tell anybody.

You promise?

My lips are sealed.

Zip.
Throw away the key.

[Freebie and Hank giggle]

Bama: Hey.

When you have a moment,

I need your radio.

Yeah.

Ahem!

Here you go.

Keep it, man.

Did he hurt you?

Not too bad.

He got a little excited.

It's--it's been
a rough day.

Yeah.
For all of US.

So am I a prisoner?

I'm not sure really.

You got a cigarette?

So, if you don't
mind my asking,

what were you
doing in there,

in a cult?

Norman, mostly.

That's my boyfriend.

At least he was
until this morning.

Crazy drunken
son of a bitch.

He went on the wagon

when he met the most
beloved son of god.

Thomas b. Fremont.

Turned
Norman's life around.

Put him on
the straight and narrow.

Quit the bottle.
No more coke parties.

I went along
for the ride.

I don't know why.

I know it seems weird,

but they seemed like

a good group of people
at first.

Felt kind of safe,
you know?

I'm not sure why I do
half the things I do.

Anyway, Norman changed
on the outside,

but there was nothing

that could change
his true nature.

Kept wanting me to have sex
with all these other girls

"for the greater
glory of god."

Of course, why god
needed it on videotape

I'll never understand.

When I said no,
he hit me.

Same old Norman
all over again.

Can I ask you something?

Why do men love to use
their hands so much?

Do they just get tired
of talking and decide

"what the hell,
why not hit someone?"

I'm sorry. I ramble
when I'm nervous.

How did you know
we were coming?

Me, I didn't
know anything,

but they've been
drilling US for weeks.

Fire!

Mary:
Really macho stuff,

talking about the end times

and how we had
to defend ourselves,

how the government
was being run

by Jews and freemasons,

and they were all
coming to get US.

Everyone seemed to buy it.

They had more guns
in there

than I'd ever seen
in my life.

Real convinced
we could handle anything.

Course, when it happened, all
hell broke loose.

[Alarm]

[Screaming]

Mary: I ran until
I found this house.

Here I am.

What about her?

I found her
out in the field crying.

A space cadet, you know?
Not all there.

No sudden moves, ok?

Everybody's
a little tense.

Hey.

Thanks for the cigarette.

Man on radio:
The beast I saw

was like a true leopard,
and his feet--

[click]

Well, the girl says
they kept her in the dark.

You got any word?

They must've
taken a radio

off one
of our boys.

Man on radio: "Upon her
forehead was a name written--

"mystery,
Babylon the great,

"the mother of harlots

"and abominations
of the earth.

"And I saw a woman

"drunken with the blood
of the saints

and with the blood
of the martyrs of Jesus."

[Click]

That's revelations,
the book of the apocalypse.

The Messiah comes back
to the earth

and kills all the enemies
of the lord.

It's the beginning
of the end of the world.

Do you believe
that stuff?

You go to catholic school
long enough,

you start to think
anything's possible.

Command,
come in, please.

This is agent Ty Jones.

We have a wounded agent
at recon site number 2.

Command, do you read?

[Static]

Agent on radio:
We read you, agent Jones.

We're sending help
as soon as we can,

but our res--

man: "Where they killed
the burnt offering.

"They shall kill
the trespass offering.

"And the blood he shall
sprinkle upon the altar

and the fat
that covereth it."

[Click]

You don't think
the girls are...

Assassins?

Could be.

Might not be.

No telling.

What does your gut
tell you?

Well, you know me,
Irish.

I don't trust anyone.

I'll tell you
one thing, though.

If she lives
through this,

she's going to jail.

They all are.

Excuse me.

Uh, I have to
go pee.

Pee in the corner.

Come on.
She's a girl.

Girls don't do it
in the corner.

Well, they do now.

Actually she's right.
You know, girls don't--

they don't do it
in the corner.

You know, maybe guys,
you know--

rarely maybe--

I've never seen it.

There is
a bathroom
down the hall.

Come on.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Agent over megaphone:
If you don't start

negotiating, Thomas,

you're going to leave US
no options!

You understand?
No options!

Man: "And they shall
make war with the lamb

and the lamb shall
overcome them!"

[Gunshots]

* and he smashed
the spider *

* and went crawling...

* and he squashed

[humming]

Barry's dying.

Zeke: I was thinking
maybe we ought to--

we ought to give him

some kind of last rites
or something. You know?

Any of you all know any
of that kind of stuff?

I mean, you know,
religious stuff?

Mary: I'm a minister.

That is, I've been
ordained in the church.

A fucking whacko church!

Barry's
a southern baptist.

You think I'm going to
let him die in the hands
of some freak?!

I'll tell you
one thing.

Ain't no way
your god is my god.

No way.

Whatever,
but I was ordained

in the church
of universal hope.

It's a branch
of the baptists.

I didn't spend
my whole life

in there, you know.

It's tough, you know?
A kid.

I figured
I'll stay upstairs

and, uh...

Keep an eye on them.

You guys head down.

Cool.

All right?

Yeah.

Think she's
gonna perform

some kind of voodoo
cult ritual in there?

Well, if she does...

Barry will rise
from the dead...

And y'all will be able
to play poker again.

You know...

From the first moment
I laid eyes on you...

Mmm?
I didn't like you.

And it only is gettin'
worse from there.

Everybody downstairs.

Man: It has become
the habitation

of devils and the whole

of every foul spirit
in the cage,

every unclean and hateful
thing to god.

How long will thou
forget me, o lord?

Forever?

How long will thou
hide thy face from me?

How long will my enemy
be exalted over me?

I'm not very good
at this.

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

Let's say a prayer
together, ok?

[Sighs]

[Indistinct
whispering]

It's so sad.

I can't believe
he's dying.

Sometimes...

Sometimes bad things
happen. People die.

See anything?

Grass, grass,
and more grass.

Clouds are pretty,
though.

If you see anything,
you holler.

You ever dream
you're flying?

What?

I dream that
all the time.

I'm flying.

I flap my hands
like they're wings...

Sail along...

All the trees
and houses...

Tiny below me.

There's this poem.

An Irish airman
foresees his death,

by yeats.

You know,
William Butler yeats?

I hate poetry.

Pshww!

You know, you are
one strange yankee.

"Nor law nor duty
made me fight...

"Nor public men
nor cheering crowds.

"A lonely impulse
of delight

"drove to this tumult
in the clouds.

"I balanced all,
brought all to mind.

"The years to come seemed
a waste of breath...

"A waste of breath
the years behind...

In balance with this
life, this death."

TV: He shoots!
He scores!

[Indistinct]

...in a tough
backhand shot.

[Continues
indistinct]

[Gunshot]

[Girl screams]

What the fuck
happened?

Aah! He got shot.

No shit, Sherlock.

Who shot him?

He was by the window,
and there's--
there's blood...

[Sobbing] Then
he fell down, and...

We're all goddamn
targets in here.

Get the hell outta
here. You take her.

I got this one.

Wait a minute.
Take it easy!

Uhh!

Come on!
Basement!

[Sobbing]
Please!

Get downstairs.
Shut up.

Come on.

Get down.

Let's cuff 'em.

How come
you shot him?

I didn't shoot him!

Bullshit. His
pants were undone.

What the hell
was that all about?

[Sobbing]

He did it.

He wanted me...

He wanted me
to blow him.

Oh, you stupid, white
piece of trash, you!

It's a goddamn lie.

No, it ain't.
I swear.

I say we kill 'em,
right here and now,

get this shit
over with.

Fuck it, man!
One of 'em shot Hank.

For all we know, one
of 'em shot Barry, too.

Now, an eye for an eye
is the way I see it.

2 of them
for 2 of ours.

That's justice.

You're not shooting
anybody.

Doolin.

Who the hell do you
think you are,

don't point that thing
at me, man.

Look, I'm sorry
I hit you up there, ok?

I could tell

you were going to start
arguin' with me...

Start gettin'
all philosophical

and poetical about
what's right and wrong.

You know? I was
just thinkin'

now's not the time
to be discussing things.

I was just saving US
some precious time.

Now is the time
for action.

Huh?

You're with me,
right?

No, I'm not
with you.

In fact,
I'm against you.

Unhh!
Oh, come in.

Damn it, doolin!

You shouldn't
have done that.

You should not
have done that.

Leave him alone, Jamie.
That's an order.

Ahh, let him go.

He don't scare me.

Heh. See, I know
what's up with him.

Agent doolin here
is a member

of the lonely hearts
club, isn't he?

Huh?

Took one look

at little miss
freak-o here, and...

His heart went all
pitty-pat with love...

And the fresh scent
of pussy.

Son of a bitch!

It's not
worth it.

Let him go.
What's he gonna do?

Kill me? For her?

How's the bureau
gonna feel about that?

Huh?

All right.
I'm over it.

Look. I'm cutting
them loose.

Can't let you
do that.

Bama.

I am the ranking
officer here.

And nothin' happens
unless I say so.

Now, these two
are prisoners,

and I'm sayin'
they stay put.

Our assignment was to serve
a warrant on the compound,

to confiscate
any illegal weapons,

and to arrest
Thomas fremont

for possession
of those weapons.

That all changed once
they started shootin'.

We don't know that
they've shot anybody.

Bama, they were fleeing
a battle zone!

They're refugees.

All I know is that
people at that compound

were shooting at me.

And they're
from that compound.

That means
it might've been them.

Now, are we clear
on this?

Ok, fine.

But we're not
gonna execute them.

I mean, Jesus, bama,
we're not judge and jury.

These girls are
your responsibility.

And I'm gonna
hold you to that.

[Static]

Agent on radio: Agent Jones.
Agent Jones. Come in.

Jones here.

Agent Jones,
your direction.

We have a code 114.
Repeat--a code 114.

Medic?

Medical assistance
call.

Our direction.

Send in
a paramedic.

Man: Numbers 1:14.

Of the children of Joseph,

of gad,

of eliasaph,
the son of duel,

of naphtali--

[click]

The kid.
Is he still alive?

I don't know.

Command,
this is Jones.

Cancel...
The code 114.

I repeat--
cancel code 114.

Too dangerous.

Agent: Too late, Jones.

The train
has left the station.

[Static]

Numbers 1:16...

These were the renowned
of the congregation,

princes of the tribes
of their fathers--

if I ever get
my hands on you,

I'm gonna ram that Bible
so far up your ass,

you won't take a shit
for a year,

you scripture-quoting,
cocksucking son of a bitch!

[Static]

Jones! Don't you think
god is listening?

The language of fornicators
will not go unpunished.

"Vengeance is mine,"
sayeth the lord.

You know what that means,
don't you, Jones?

It means
your time has come.

[Static]

Freebie: They're not gonna
shoot US, are they?

I didn't kill anyone,
I swear.

Nobody's
gonna shoot you.

Ok?

What happened
up there?

I didn't kill him.

Just tell me
what happened.

[Sniffles]

[Sighs]

I was giving the kid--
Barry--last rites.

They were laughin'
and gigglin',

and I couldn't hear
what the kid was sayin'.

So I told 'em to be quiet
or go someplace else.

[Giggling]

And the next thing I knew,
there was a noise.

[Gunshots]

I checked his pulse.

[Sniffles] He was dead
right away.

You believe me,
don't you?

I mean, what gun
was I gonna use?

I don't know
what happened.

I really don't know
what to believe anymore.

I do know that it'll
all get sorted out

somewhere...somehow.

Thanks for
being so nice.

It's not goin'
unnoticed.

Hope they send US
a tank.

Flatten those bastards.

Tanks are
at fort hood.

Won't be here
for hours.

[Sighs]

Fuckin'
government.

There.

Come on, man.

Drop down!

Drop down!

[Whispering] Come on,
come on, come on, come on,

come on.

Stay low, now.
Come on, baby.

Come on, go!
Go!

Come on!
Come on! Come on!

You can make it.
Go!

You're here!

[Gunshot]

[Sighs]

I was born and raised
in this country.

Been to every single one
of the 50 states.

Must've said the goddamn
pledge of allegiance

more 'n
a thousand times.

I've been married twice.

And I've slept with
17 different women...

Not including whores.

Worked for the bureau
for 8 years.

And I've seen
some lowdown shit.

Pimps and hookers...

Crack heads and killers...

And knuckle-draggin' retards

carvin' the shit out
of each other with knives

'cause they were...Bored
or just plain stupid.

Ain't none of it
made any difference to me

because I'm a cool,
calm, fighting machine.

But this situation
right here...

This...is bad.

Worse than
I've ever seen it.

It's downright
UN-American.

And we have got
to do somethin'.

We can't just sit around
like little kids and cry.

We gotta be men.
We gotta act.

This is the united
states of america.

We are government
employees,

and we have been
severely fucked over!

Well, I've made
a decision.

I am taking charge
of this situation.

It is time...
For action.

Aah!

One down,
one to go.

Jamie:
You son of a bitch!

Bama:
Stun grenade!

[Groans]

[Footsteps]

Bama: Doolin.

Come back here.

Unh.

[Groans]

Ohh.

Oh, you...

Stupid redneck...

Animal.

Bama: I never met
a white man so stupid.

[Groans]

Unh.

You know
what you've done?

Do you know what
you've done?

You have executed
a prisoner...

Under my command.

And we got
2 hostile witnesses

that testify
to that fact.

That boy scout
upstairs

is gonna put US
both in jail.

Oh, Jesus.

12 years...

12 years
I've been an agent.

I got pension money
coming to me.

I got retirement.

And then you went
and...

Oh, Jesus.

If I go down for this,

you're going down
with me.

What the fuck
are you doing, man?

Lord,

i--i know
you'll forgive me

if I kill this
stupid Texas cowboy.

I know you will.

No, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait!

Don't kill me, man.

It's all right, lord.

You don't have
to answer me.

Sometimes a man's
gotta do

what a man's gotta do.

I'll get your pension
back for ya. I swear.

Just give me a second.

Say good night,
asshole.

I can fix it!
I can fix this!

Mister?

Hey, mister.
You ok?

Is she dead?

Mary: I can't believe
he did that.

I mean, just to shoot her

for no reason.

Just 'cause he was mad.

Jamie: Your people
shot at US, too.

Just because
they were mad.

Yeah.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

So why'd you pull me
out of the basement?

I've never been much
for capital punishment.

I don't get it.

You're a cop.

But you're the only
cop I've ever met

who's not into
righteous justice.

Have you met
a lot of cops?

They're always the same.

Not you.

You're not
a typical cop.

A typical cop
would be my dad.

What was he like?

He was a red-faced
Irish fuck.

He was a sergeant

with the Boston
police department.

Oh, man.

He never met a bar
he didn't like.

He didn't have
any friends

outside the church
or the old country.

He hated blacks.

More than blacks,
he hated Italians.

Really, he was...

A living stereotype.

Just right--just
walked right out

of a cagney film.

But he was my dad.

Is he still alive?

I think so.

Maybe not.

I'm sorry.

What for? What about?

You don't get along.

It's too bad.

If I never set foot
in Boston again,

I'll be a happy man.

Where you gonna
call home?

Actually, that's
a nagging question.

I bet you're
a good cook.

Do you like COD cakes?

No, I hate 'em.

Me, too, but
I can make 'em.

So it would just be...

Beer and pizza, then.

Sounds good.

TV?

Sports.

Movies?

Musicals?

Yikes.

Aw, come on. Please.

Ok. After I'm asleep.

I'm sorry.
We shouldn't--

it's just talk.

It's kinda crazy, huh?

US here like this.

I mean,
the circumstances.

Yes, it is.
It's crazy.

It's like fate
or something.

I think it's some really
bad luck is what it is.

Or good luck?

No. I meant--

yeah, I know.

Bama: Irish?

Shh.

Bama: Irish,
you up there?

You hear me?

Now don't shoot me
or nothing.

I just want
to talk to you.

I never did nothing
to hurt you, Irish.

Now that's a damn fact.

The texan.
He was the culprit.

Ha ha ha ha.

You knocked him clean out

with that hand grenade,
though.

Me, too.

Hell, my ears
are still ringing.

Now I know this here

is a bad situation,
Irish.

Shit is piling up deep.

There's a certain...

Tension in the air.

That's stress.

The stress is fucking
with our minds.

It's making US all
wrong-headed.

Made US make mistakes.

And I know
we got it in US

to be more forgiving.

To be more...

Christian.

Now, the way I see it

you, me, and Tex,

we're bureau men,
first and forever.

We took an oath, right?

We pledged our lives.

We're like
a big family.

We take care
of each other.

Everybody else
in the world,

they ain't with US.

They're against US.

There you are.

Bama, don't move!

Don't move!

Now we make it
out of here alive,

we're all gonna need
the same story.

I don't know what
your plans are, doolin,

but if you think you're
going to testify against me

at some bullshit
board of inquiry,

I'm here to tell you
that ain't gonna happen.

Shit, I'll tell 'em
you shot the girl.

I will not be
anybody's scapegoat.

And they will be
looking for them.

First law of government,

blame your subordinates.

God damn it, bama.

I swear to Christ
I'll shoot you.

Stay where you are.

All right, easy.

There's bodies laying
all over this house.

Now somebody's gotta
take the fall for that.

Zeke,
he ain't interested.

And it sure as hell
ain't gonna be me.

So that leaves US

with you

and the girl.

Bama, you're
not getting her.

Now just go the hell
back downstairs.

Now you listen up.

This here's
the moment of truth.

Big decisions
got to be made.

Life or death
decisions.

Irish,

whose side are you on?

Unh.

Aah!

Bama, you lying
sack of shit,

you were trying
to kill me.

Zeke: Oh, crap.

I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry.

Shit!

Jamie: Mary, don't move.

Don't let them know
where you are.

They'll kill you.

Kill her? I'm gonna
fucking cream her!

[Gunshot]

I blew out my knee,
Irish.

[Laughs]

Bama: After all those
years of football,

I blow out my knee
on a damn staircase.

Come on, Irish man.

Bama:
This is crazy.

We gotta talk
this out.

No more talk,
bama.

Like Zeke said,

this is not a time
for talking,

it's a time
for action.

Jamie: You shouldn't
have lied to me.

Bama: I wasn't lying,
Irish.

I was negotiating.

[Door squeaks]

Zeke: Give her up,
yankee.

She's trash.

She's cult trash.

Zeke: Ain't worth the $5.00
you pay her to blow you.

Mary, listen to me.

Wherever you are,
don't move. Don't move.

She ain't gonna make it.

I'm gonna whack her

before she has the chance

to talk to
the goddamn police.

[Floor creaks]

Unh.

I got no quarrel
with you, yankee.

Oh, I got a big
quarrel with you.

I've known you
for one day,

I'm already mad enough

to blow your
fucking head off.

It's because of weak-hearted
people like you

that Barry had to die.

And Hank.

'Cause you couldn't get
your shit together

and snuff the people
that needed snuffing.

Zeke: People who can't
make up their minds

are a danger to society.

Zeke: Too much talk
in this world,

not enough action.

Just fucking do it.

Shit! Bama,
you shot me.

Where's Zeke?

Jamie: Unh.

I heard a shot.

Where's the girl?

Jamie: Fuck you!

Fuck me, huh?

Good riddance.

Bama, call command.

Call command and
have them come get US.

No go.

Gotta get this mess
cleaned up

before anyone else
gets here.

You're not gonna
kill anyone, bama.

Sorry, Irish.

I gotta do what
I gotta do.

I gotta watch
my own back.

Bama: Damn.
You look pitiful.

You can't kill me.

Why not?

Because i'm
a federal agent.

Are you on my side

or against me?

I'm on the side
of right.

Right is subject
to interpretation.

All you have
to tell command

is that
she is an assassin.

You want me to lie.

I can't lie.

I can't.

Then I'm gonna
have to kill you.

You can't kill me.

Which brings US back
to my first question.

Why...

Not?

Because...

Because we're friends.

Sorry, Irish.

Ugh.

Bama?

Aah!

Oh, Jesus! Jesus!

Bama? Bama?

What--what...

He was going to kill you.

I couldn't just stand here
and let him kill you.

Jamie: Oh, god!

I don't know
why you're getting

so sentimental
about him, Jamie.

He was going to shoot
you, you know.

You killed Zeke.

He was gonna kill me.

You shot him?

Yeah.

And Hank?

He was a real jerk.

He didn't make it
very difficult.

You're gonna...
Oh, god!

You're an assassin.

Assassin?

No, I'm a soldier.

You attacked
my home.

I defended it.

I shot the kid, too.

Barry.

Ma'am, this here's
a raid.

You're gonna wanna go ahead
and go back inside.

[Gunshot]

Hey...

You didn't kill them.
I did.

You feel guilty, right?

For taking my side.

You're a good person,
Jamie.

You did what you
thought was right.

In the end,
you were wrong.

But that happens.

How could you?

Well,
I'm a true believer.

I'm not like you.

I don't have any doubts.

Whether you know it
or not, Jamie,

this is the end times.

Look around.

The signs
are everywhere.

Earthquakes,

floods,

riots, famine.

This all points
to an apocalypse

in the year 2000.

If you don't see that,
you're blind.

There are 2 armies
fighting to the death.

One battles for good,

the other for evil.

Thomas fremont predicted
the dark forces would come,

and he was right, Jamie.

You came.

So why didn't
you kill me?

You had plenty
of chances.

I needed you
to protect me.

They would have torn me
to pieces without you.

You used me.

If you want
to put it that way.

You're breaking
my heart.

I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret.

You've got an easy
heart to break.

So I've been told.

Come on, Jamie.

That's not
what this is about.

Last-second heroics.

This is about making
peace with your life.

And then meeting god.

[Helicopters]

They're coming.

They're going
to find you in here

with all these
dead agents.

And they're going to put you
in the electric chair.

Oh, that's how
it has to be?

What you're doing
is wrong.

It's dead wrong.

And if there is a god,

and I'm not so sure
about that anymore,

you're gonna be punished.

Mary,

forever.

[Click]

I can see him.

I can see god.

He loves me.

Man: Federal agent!

You're hereby
under arrest!

Put your hands on top
of your goddamn head!

I'm with you.

Hell, no, you're not!

You're one of those
scum-sucking cult pigs,

and I'm gonna blast you
to kingdom come!

Go ahead! Shoot!

God damn it,
just go ahead. Shoot!

Get your hands on top
of your head!

The fucking password's
"prairie fire."

I'm agent doolin from
the amarillo division.

Agent: That woman
was an assassin.

She was.

Agent Jones?

He's dead.
She killed him.

She killed
all the agents.

[Helicopters]

Good god almighty.

Radio: Choppers
are up, command.

Now listen, we're
storming the compound.

Agent: We're gonna bring
all those wrongdoers

to justice here.
You able to walk?

I think so.

You be advised.

This is a full
tactical invasion.

Are you ready?

Yeah.
Are you ready?

Fuck, yes!
All right.

Let's go!

Agent doolin,
are you coming?

It's the end
of the world,

isn't it?

For some people,
it is.

Sure as shit.

[Gunfire]

Agent on radio:
Returning fire now.

I see a fire
in the building.

We're inside.

You know,
they got pretty far.

But, you know,

every night and day

every day, getting love
and satisfaction.

And now you're lying
next to--

givin' it to me.

* I believe in miracles...

You came along.

* where you from

* you sexy thing...

Sexy thing.

* I believe in miracles

* since you came along

* you sexy thing

* kiss me

* you sexy thing

* touch me, baby

* you sexy thing

* I love the way
you touch me, darling *

* you sexy thing

* ohh, sexy

* you sexy thing

* yesterday

* I was one
of the lonely people *

* now you're lying
close to me *

* giving it to me

* I believe in miracles

* where you from?

* you sexy thing

* sexy thing, you

* I believe in miracles

* since you came along

* you sexy thing

* ohh, touch me

* kiss me, darling

* I love the way
you hold me, baby *

* ahh

* it's ecstasy

* ahh

* it's ecstasy

* sexy baby

* I love the way you
kiss me, darling *

* aah, yeah

* sexy thing,
sexy thing, yeah *

* I love the way you
hold me, baby *

* sexy thing,
sexy thing, yeah *

* keep on lovin' me,
darling *

* sexy thing,
sexy thing, yeah *

* keep on lovin' me,
baby *

agent on radio:
I see a fire in the building.

They're burning
the place.

The compound's burning.

Holy shit!

( Music playing )