Stealth Fighter (1999) - full transcript

Come on, take him down!

Take him down!

You got him.

Come on. Let's go.

I got five bucks on this.

Go.

Go, go, go, go.

You're mine, Mitchell.

I'm going to break your arm

like a twig.

Careful you don't get blood

all over your new shiny shoes.

The word is you made it

into deep sleep.

The word is you didn't.

I saw the scores...

You know, the stats.

I deserve that assignment.

There's an opening

at Thackett transport.

You ain't worth

my backwash, Mitchell.

We both know

who's the better pilot.

Do me a favor, Turner, will you?

Learn to accept

defeat gracefully.

Come on, Mitchell,

this guy ain't shit.

Bring him on down.

Men on board, this is command.

All men on flight deck.

On-time is 0100.

You're a real piece of work,

you know that, Turner?

No, I'm just a closer.

That's your problem...

You can't finish a man's job.

Port evac,

this is Phantom Leader...

Flight's up.

Roger.

Have a good flight,

Phantom Leader.

Phantom Leader,

continue vector 0-7-niner.

Roger. Holding

7-0-niner, 700 knots.

I don't know, Lieutenant.

Seems like a waste to me.

I mean, bombing

cocaine fields, for what?

Save a couple of addicts

from killing themselves?

Haven't you heard

about the war on drugs?

The fields are a decoy.

We stray a little

off course. Whoops.

We lose a few bombs

over his head,

then it's the power plant

and ammunitions depot.

You're kidding, right?

You're not.

Don't worry about it, kid.

We're just carrying

out some orders

that no one's ever going

to admit were sanctioned.

Hey, Mitchell, how's your arm?

Hope it's not the one

you jack off with.

What do I need to jerk off for

when I got you around?

In your dreams.

How's your girl by the way?

That sexy thing.

She still yelling out

my name when you do it?

Only when I'm doing it wrong.

All right,

ladies, the pajama party's over.

You got a job to do.

Do it.

Roger, Quarterback.

We're coasting.

Jungle in sight.

Okay, we're taking ground fire.

Going into the weeds.

Active on ECM.

Roger. Jamming

radar frequencies.

Quarterback,

this is Phantom Leader.

I got target in sight.

I'm in hot.

The neighbors are

knocking on the door.

Drop 2-0 degrees.

There you go. Easy.

Easy.

Fire.

New vector heading 1-4-7.

Secondary target ahead.

Copy that, Phantom One.

I'm right with you.

Okay, I'm taking heavy flak.

Phantom 2,

we got two SAMs incoming.

1:00 low, 200 feet.

I see them.

Closing fast!

0-9-0, 20 miles.

Hell, there's more.

We got two coming on

our 4:00 load!

Break right. Hard right!

They're closing in, 12:00.

Shit, that was close.

Four more coming! We're locked!

I don't see them.

I don't see them!

Shit.

Two, we coming up to six,

Phantom Two.

On my count, drop your flares.

Hit jab and break right.

Three, two, one, break!

Good job, Turner.

Maintain heading, I'll switch.

One more has still got it.

Contact, 20 left.

Bug out! Bug out!

Go high!

What in the hell?

No offense.

Shit, man, I'm hit.

I'm hit!

Mason bought it.

My instruments are fried.

I'm dead in the air.

Get the hell

out of there, Turner.

Eject. Eject.

I can't, it's stuck.

It won't open, man.

I'm going in.

What the hell are you doing, Johnny?

You've dropped ordnance.

Get back in formation now.

Son of a bitch.

Man, we've been hit.

We've been hit.

We're losing power, Quarterback.

We're losing power!

Accelerating 1,000 feet,

100 knots.

Phantom One, come in.

Phantom One.

I repeat, Phantom One,

come in, please.

Come in!

Come on, baby, fire up.

Fire up! Come on, baby.

We got restart.

We got restart!

Hudson, check ordnance,

and Mike...

Mike?

Mike? Goddamn it.

This is Phantom Leader.

Phantom Two is splashed.

Hudson's dead.

Kelly, this is Peterson.

Get those men out of there now.

Aye, skipper.

Abort the mission, Phantom One.

I repeat, abort the mission.

Say again, Quarterback.

You're breaking up.

Can't make out.

I said, abort, Phantom Leader.

Abort. Abort mission...

Damn.

Quarterback, this is

Phantom Leader reporting in.

Mission completed.

Dirty up, Phantom One.

Roger.

Gear is down.

Line up. Fly the needles.

Roger that.

Call the blow.

Phantom Leader,

debriefing in ten minutes.

Commander Peterson's office.

Good luck.

Roger.

What the goddamn hell

were you thinking out

there today, Mitchell?

You disobeyed my direct order.

Now, do you have anything

to say for yourself?

Sir, the message was garbled.

Don't bullshit me, Lieutenant!

You're a wild card,

and I'm tired of covering

for your heroic antics.

Those planes belong

to the taxpayers

and not Ryan

"Iron Man" Mitchell.

Sir, I had a situation

out there.

I did it for...

I know why you did it.

I have to give

this bullshit speech.

It's required by law.

Off the record,

I'd just like to say

I think you did a hell of a job

out there today.

I lost my team, sir.

Well, casualties

are the price of war.

With all due respect, sir,

we're not at war, are we?

There something on your mind?

Are we still off the record?

If that's how you want it.

I was just wondering if the cost

outweighed the results.

We lost three really good men

out there today.

They were friends of mine.

You also eliminated an enemy

power plant munitions dump,

To say nothing of

the cocaine plantation.

Ron and Nancy are going to be

very proud of you.

Yes, sir.

You're not having a crisis

of conscience, are you, son?

No, sir.

That's good,

because there's no room for that

in one of Uncle Sam's aircraft.

They're not designed for them.

You fly where you're told to fly

and drop what

you're told to drop

and leave the politicking

to the wizards in Washington.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Because I've got enough

to deal with right here.

Turner dropped his ordnance

and played havoc with

some friendly territory

and I've got to explain that

to the commander-in-chief,

and he is not

going to be pleased.

Now...

Why don't you move on

to your official debriefing?

I've got some tap dancing to do.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Shit.

Crypt Keeper,

this is Phantom Pharaoh.

I have the bird.

Repeat, I have the bird.

Roger that. Good job.

And what about the men?

That's a negative.

They didn't make it.

It doesn't sound right, boss.

These guys were pros, man.

I trained with them in Colombia.

That's not important.

We have the airplane.

That's what matters.

Reprogram Thanatos.

Acquire and activate

secondary target.

Let me know when it's done.

Yes, sir.

Slow ten knots.

Left full rudder.

Reduce speed ten knots.

Aye, aye, sir.

Left full rudder.

Steady as she goes.

Lieutenant Elias,

let's hold to our original course,

heading 2-8-0.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Holding 2-8-0.

She's running quiet, sir.

What the hell is that?

Sounds like it's coming

from the engine room, skipper.

I'll go check it out.

Captain, we're sinking fast!

Dropping 5-3-5 meters, sir.

Secure the ordnance.

Get that man to sickbay.

Passing 400 meters, sir.

Engine room,

damage control report.

Don't have one yet, sir.

Reactor damage.

I'm still working on it.

Everything's down.

Take a coolant sample. Status!

Estimate bottoming out

in 2-5 meters.

Captain, brace for impact!

Pump all auxiliaries to sea.

Contact fleet control!

Issue mayday alert!

You heard him, sailor!

Do it!

Damn it.

Forward to starboard!

Helm to starboard!

You mean to tell me

someone just walked in,

took a $2.2 billion stealth

right out from under our noses?

Apparently so,

Mr. President.

The dead commandos

were mercenaries,

but we don't know who sent them.

Authorities at the base

claim their radar and

surveillance systems

just shut down...

Everything went dark.

Christ.

It gets worse.

We've lost track

of the U.S.S. Normandy

somewhere off the coast

of south Africa.

Lost track?

It's one of our newest

Los Angeles-class

nuclear attack submarines, sir.

There's a crew of 141 men

aboard that ship.

How do you lose a goddamn

nuclear submarine?

I have an idea, Mr. President.

Let's just pray I'm wrong.

Come on.

He will see you now.

Tell him I'll be

there in a minute.

Now.

So aggressive.

Let me ask you something, honey.

You ever thought about

trying a real man?

I have a real man... My husband.

Your boss.

I got news for you, lady.

Nobody owns me.

I'm strictly freelance.

If you say so.

If Roberto saw you do that,

you would be dead.

Yeah, that may be true, but tell me

you didn't like that just a little.

I didn't.

Control, I'm on approach.

Roger that, Eagle one.

Vector off of 1-8-0

and switch over

to tower frequency.

Roger. Switching

to ground control.

What do you say

we hit the club afterwards?

Celebrate that transfer of yours

with a couple of brewskies?

That's a big negative, tower.

I'm out of here, good buddy.

I've got my kid today.

Roger that.

Continue your descent. 3-5-0.

Clear to land on runway 2-5.

Roger, control.

All right, gentlemen, enough.

Needless to say, this meeting

is not being recorded.

Talk to me, Harry.

And keep it simple.

Satcom reports a few reconnaissance

satellites went dark during the night.

A few?

How many?

Seven.

Can anyone explain this

to me, gentlemen?

Sir, I just got off the phone

with Air Force control.

My hunch was right.

We have an activated

war satellite,

and we didn't activate it.

What?

Yesterday at

approximately 2200 hours,

the national

reconnaissance office

reported activity from a

satellite known as "Thanatos,"

here, over the Philippines.

That's the same time

the stealth was stolen.

Precisely. Now, NORAD

couldn't confirm this.

They had their trackers working around

the clock. You see, Mr. President,

Thanatos has been

non-operational since 1984.

Wait, wait.

Are you trying to tell me

that this satellite is a relic

of the Star Wars project?

Sir, Thanatos is

the Star Wars project.

It was supposed to be

the ultimate weapon,

our last line of defense.

It fires

an electromagnetic pulse

which debilitates any

electrical systems

that the beam strikes.

It was designed to knock out

guidance systems on enemy ICBMs

And now it's in enemy hands?

It appears so, sir.

She came online again

at 0700 over the Atlantic.

Don't tell me.

At the same time the Normandy was lost.

You got it, sir.

All right,

what we do about the sub?

The Normandy's

last known position

was off the coast of Cape Town.

We've had nothing since.

Was it sunk?

Well, we don't know that

yet, Mr. President.

There's another satellite entering

orbital visual range in three hours.

Okay. Suppose

they're still alive.

How much time do they have

without power?

If they're on rock bottom,

assuming the bulkhead holds?

Four days, sir.

Maybe more, maybe less.

Okay. Send out

search and rescue.

They're prepping

for the mission now.

Good.

Now, what about the stealth?

Mr. President, I believe if we I.D.

whoever activated Thanatos,

we'll find the stealth.

We'll find her.

Good God.

I trust your bank in Paraguay

received my wire.

Everything was in order.

I have another job for you.

Good.

Wire my account in Geneva.

As you wish.

Your next

assignment, Mr. Turner.

Those are the coordinates.

You will do me a great

service by eliminating

that, inconvenience.

Another arms dealer?

Let's just say,

to plant a fruitful garden,

one must pick the weeds

along the way.

What about that submarine?

Insurance.

Anything?

No, sir. Engineer said

everything just shut down.

The power's been spiked.

How are we doing on oxygen?

Well, we've got 39 hours

of pure in storage.

All right, wait as long as possible

before you start the scrubbers.

Aye, aye, skipper.

The reactor?

It's scrap, skipper.

Carry on, Lieutenant.

Aye, aye, sir.

In the past,

you've dealt with my competition,

and they offer

an inferior product.

But with me, Andres

Solymosi, you only get the best.

I will not be undersold.

Come, come, come, come.

I assure you, gentlemen,

you'll not be disappointed.

When you do business

with Andres Solymosi,

you receive nothing

less than perfection.

Voilà.

The avant-garde in modern

state-of-the-art weaponry.

This is the very best

the market has to offer.

And here.

American satellite

I.C. board.

With encryption equipment, yes?

Hello?

Hello. Where's my little girl?

Hiya, Daddy.

Hiya, squirt. You ready?

Almost.

Almost? I'm on the phone with

Kenny; I'll be through in a minute.

Hang on, Kenny.

Who's Kenny?

My boyfriend, Dad.

I'll be right back.

Your boyfriend?

Maybe if you came by more often,

you'd know what's going on

around here.

Hi.

You said you were going

to call before you came over.

I forgot. Things have been

kind of crazy over at the base.

I'm sorry.

Erin, can we talk?

No, I don't think so.

That's really not a good idea.

J.P. Will be down

in a minute.

Five minutes?

Three?

All right. Three.

So how's the hospital?

Exhausting, long hours.

How's your apartment?

Small, empty.

The lease is up next week.

Do you want some ice tea

or something?

Ryan, please don't.

I miss you. I miss my family.

I want to come home.

Do you ever stop to think

about what I want?

You're right. I'm sorry.

What do you want?

I'll do whatever it takes.

What do I want?

I want to feel safe.

I don't want to have

to wonder every day

whether you're going

to come home alive or not.

I put in for a transfer.

Do you know that I had a meeting

with J.P.'s

principal last week?

Your daughter is telling

fairy tales about her father,

that he's some big hero.

And get this...

Personal friends

with the president.

How about that?

You applied for a transfer?

It's already been approved.

I've flown my last mission.

I'll be piloting a nice,

quiet desk for the next few years.

Erin, I love you and J.P.

more than anything else

in this world.

Give me another shot, please.

God, I don't know.

Will you at least

think about it?

This Thursday is Parents' Day

at J.P.'s school.

I'll be there.

I'm ready, Dad!

Okay, let's go.

So where are you guys

off to today?

Dad's taking me flying.

Flying?

No, no, no.

No, you're not going flying.

Come on, Ma.

It'll be safe.

You are absolutely not getting

on a plane, young lady.

Do you understand me?

My God!

That was good, Dad.

Not exactly Magic Mountain,

but good.

Yeah? Well, hold on.

No, no.

No, Dad.

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

So, tell me about this Kenny.

He's a real babe, Dad.

A real babe?

You going to marry the guy?

Get real, Dad, please.

What about your mom?

She seeing anybody?

Dad, you don't want

to go there, really.

No, seriously, is she?

Okay, let's see.

First, there's the mailman.

The mailman, is it?

And lately,

she's been eyeing the pool guy.

The pool guy. Really.

Yep. And let's see.

There's more?

Yeah, lots.

Lots?

Dad, I was only kidding!

I swear!

No!

Don't do it!

I told you not to do it!

Dad? God, God.

My God!

Dad, I'm going to ralph!

Dad! Dad! Dad!

You're not going to do it!

I'm going to lose my pizza!

Dad!

Dad, I swear, I'm going

to get you for that one!

Okay, okay,

that was better than Magic Mountain.

Matter of fact,

that was so good,

I don't even want

to do it again.

Yeah, I couldn't think

of a better compliment.

Dad, can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

You going to work it out

with Mom?

I'm trying to,

but I kind of blew it.

I took you guys for granted,

and your mom doesn't

trust me anymore.

I kept thinking there was always

tomorrow to spend with you guys,

but she got tired of

waiting for tomorrow.

I believe you can

be rehabilitated,

and I want you to come home.

Believe me, sweetheart,

I want to come home, too.

There's a precise

pattern at work here.

Satellites that went dark

over vital orbiting positions

over China, Russia

North Korea, the Middle East.

Whoever spiked it

is one clever son of a bitch.

That would leave us openly susceptible

to an attack. That's correct.

How soon can

we send up replacements?

Within a week.

The problem is placing the birds

without attracting

worldwide attention.

We're going to mask them

with two shuttle missions.

Well, what can you

tell us, General?

Mr. President,

Thanatos presents us

with an interesting predicament.

When activated,

the beam shuts down anything

electronic in its path,

including radio communications,

positioning systems, et cetera.

Can we launch an ICBM

and destroy the damn thing?

Thanatos orbits

23,000 miles above the earth.

She's capable of detecting and

tracking thousands of missiles

while simultaneously

reprogramming to attack mode.

Besides, you can't hit

what you can't see.

What do you mean

by that, General?

Well, sir, Thanatos was designed

to be invisible to enemy radar.

Her outer surfaces are smooth

with curved contours,

not unlike the stealth.

These design strategies

allow her to orbit

without being detected.

So what do you recommend

we do, general?

Well, I've got my men trying

to track down the source

of the computer transmission.

If we can trace it

we can try to download a virus

into the signal,

and disorient the bird.

Mr. President?

Yes?

Communications just picked up a

live transmission from Angola, sir.

Transferring direct.

Relay hook-up

in about ten seconds.

Good afternoon, Mr. President.

I trust you are well.

Roberto Menendez.

Get to the point.

I have Thanatos,

and I have the stealth.

I also have a list

of 1,400 political prisoners

being held captive

around the world.

Friends of mine.

I want you to release the ones

being held on American soil,

and I want you to prevail

on the various other

governments of the world

to do the same.

A list is being faxed

to you as we speak.

You have 48 hours.

No intrigues, no delays,

no negotiations.

If Thanatos receives any commands

without my frequency codes,

she will automatically go

into attack mode

and fire

at preprogrammed targets.

So hack away, gentlemen,

at your own risk.

We don't negotiate

with terrorists.

Yes, of course.

I forgot who I was talking to.

Well, then, I guess I'll just have to

erase civilization as you know it...

Bank records, lines of

communication, missile codes.

You name it,

Thanatos will obliterate it.

Yes, one more thing,

Mr. President...

You still have time to save

that submarine of yours.

Goodbye.

Anybody want to tell me

about this lunatic?

He's Roberto Menendez, sir.

Nicaraguan, arms dealer,

currently resides in Angola.

We cut him off, sir.

In 1984, the congressional

ban on funding

prohibited all military

support of the contras.

So we let him out to dry,

and now he's got a vendetta.

We know where he is.

Why don't we go in and flatten his base?

It's not going

to be that easy, sir.

If you do a bombing run

and you fail

to take out the computer,

there's going to be hell to pay.

We don't even have current

recon shots of the area.

We do have a satellite

over Angola,

but it's been disabled.

Why don't we go in using

our latest recon photos?

Sir, this could prove

to be a political embarrassment.

Menendez has funneled

millions of dollars

into your campaign

coffers over the years.

This is great.

Maybe we should consider

giving him what he wants.

What the hell

are you talking about?

We can't do that

and disregard our policy

about negotiating

with terrorists.

Come on, it won't stop there.

It's just the beginning.

Anybody else got any ideas?

Mr. President.

I recommend a covert insurgency.

We send in a team of rangers

with a stealth pilot in tow.

We either steal that plane back,

or we blow it up where it sits.

And disable the computer

that controls the satellite,

but we got to do it fast

before Menendez can retaliate.

No. Menendez said he'd use Thanatos

if we try anything like that.

With all due respect, sir,

he's going to use Thanatos

whether we try

to do something or not.

If we strike quickly enough,

our teams can get in there

and deactivate the satellite

before he does any more damage.

And I've got

just the man for the job.

Man. Suddenly,

I don't feel so good.

When can we go again, Daddy?

We'll see, baby.

Just let me tie her down

and we'll get some chow, okay?

Right on.

Look, Daddy.

It's the men in black.

Colonel Mitchell?

Yes.

We need to speak with you, sir.

Bye, Daddy. I love you.

I love you too, sugar pie.

Take care, okay?

I have to go to Washington.

It's important. Honest.

I'll be back on

Parents' Day, Thursday.

I hope you're not expecting us

to bake a cake in your honor.

I'll be here for sure, okay?

I'll light a candle

in the window.

Hey, Dad!

Remember, Thursday's

pool cleaning day, too.

I'll be there.

That's a promise.

You want to see me?

Yes, Mr. Turner.

Come.

I have a job for you.

It's very important to me.

Two million.

You're getting ideas,

Mr. Turner.

Let's just say

I've been thinking.

You want me to fly,

I need a raise.

Be careful, my friend.

Men who think too much

have a tendency to disappear.

Look at me, Roberto.

I'm shaking in my boots.

Now, do you want me to fly

or should I start looking

for another employer?

If you can find another employer

with a stolen stealth fighter

in his garage, be my guest.

That's not the only plane I fly.

Plus, you got to find

yourself another jockey.

Your boy Burke couldn't find his

ass with two hands and a flashlight.

Yo, dog.

I'll take that flashlight

and shove it down your throat.

Very well, Mr. Turner.

$2 million.

But don't get too greedy.

I've grown fond

of our acquaintance.

I'll try to keep that in mind.

Who's the mark?

An associate of mine...

Mr. Piatigorski.

I heard he's about to do

business with Pakistan.

Just wire the money

to my account in Argentina.

Just how many accounts

do you have?

Not enough.

Here are the coordinates.

Tomorrow morning, Thailand.

The missile convoy and

the village by the river.

I want you to take them

both out.

It's a done deal.

Make sure you take

care of business,

because if you don't, I swear to

God, it'll be your last job.

A toast, then.

Graduated

Annapolis, top of his class.

Seal team six, flight school.

This man's a one of a

kind, Mr. President.

He's a bit of a renegade,

but he always

completes his mission.

What's "Deep Sleep"?

That's a code name for top

secret training at Nellis.

Select intrepid stealth pilots.

Best sticks we've got.

Come in.

Mr. President.

Stand down, colonel.

Have you been briefed on the situation?

Yes, sir.

I understand you recently

requested reassignment.

Yes, sir. I put in

for a desk job.

Colonel, if you

feel hesitant in any way

about accepting this mission,

feel free to discuss it with us.

Mr. President, I'm here to do

my duty to God and country.

Good man.

Admiral Peterson hand-picked

you for this mission.

You have a remarkable history.

He says you're a remarkable man.

Thank you, sir.

We need someone who can

not only fly the stealth,

but who can handle himself

in case things

get rough on the ground.

We've put together a squad

of the very best operatives

special forces has to offer.

They're committed to getting you

in, no matter what.

Any questions?

When do we leave?

Good man.

Black Raven, this is tower.

Signal is go.

Repeat, the signal is go.

Roger that, tower.

See you on the other side.

All right, listen up.

The second we hit the beach

we go into diversion op.

Just snake the compound.

Hit them with the store.

I'll drop a poison pill

in the computer.

You, make like hell for the

hanger, you got that?

Affirmative.

Callenger and Stevens,

they got your back.

Take this.

If you can't get that

sucker off the ground,

leave it there.

Understood.

GPS homing device,

just in case you get lost.

You sure you can pull this off?

You just get me in.

I'll either fly

that baby out of there

or make sure

she never flies again.

Game time, colonel.

Let's go.

Status report.

The scrubbers are

beginning to fail.

We're starting to breathe

carbon monoxide.

Where's my first?

Sonar.

Trying communications.

Carry on.

Anything?

Not a word, skipper.

Keep trying.

Elias, report.

Skipper, the engine room's

got pressure leakage

and the valves are cracking.

Get the hell out of there,

Elias, right now!

Aye, aye, skipper.

Let's go. Evacuate.

Evacuate. Get the hell

out of here.

This room is finished.

Let's go.

Sylvia, eres mas

bella que la luna.

Flattery will get you

everywhere, Roberto.

Tell me, what do you think

of this Owen Turner?

He's a lonely, pathetic fish who

waits only for you to feed him.

He cares about nothing

but money, my love.

I know.

I like that about him.

His mind isn't cluttered

with politics.

I know exactly what he wants.

I don't trust him.

How dare you.

Thought you'd want to know.

Getting a call on

the scrambler. 777.

They're calling your bluff.

What?

A counteroffensive

has been launched.

When?

Commandos should be

hitting your beach

in approximately ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Alert the men.

We have some unexpected guests.

I want you to make them

feel unwelcome.

Right.

Turner.

What took your man

so long to call us?

Maybe he's just developing

a sense of humor.

Mr. President, choppers

are in the vicinity

of the last contact

with the U.S.S. Normandy,

and magnetic anomaly detectors

are in the water, sir.

We're going to find her.

What's the status

of Black Raven?

Incursion underway.

They should be hitting

the beach...

Right about now.

All right, everyone move out.

All right, Mitchell,

you know what to do.

And if you got to blow it up,

be out of there by 0700.

Otherwise, you become a native.

If anything screws up,

you know where to meet us.

I know.

By the old mill stream.

All right, let's move out.

I can't make

anything out down there,

but your boys are going to

need all the luck they can get.

Bingo.

Alpha One, this is Iron Man.

Do you copy?

This is Alpha One.

Go ahead, Iron Man.

I've got the birdcage in sight.

It's a piece of cake.

All right, give me a minute.

I'll light the candles.

Alpha seven,

this is alpha one. C.Q.

Yeah. Roger, Alpha One.

This is Alpha Seven. C.Q.

We're holding position.

Alpha One, this is Iron Man.

Do you copy?

Roger that. Go ahead.

We're ready to rumble.

All right.

All Alphas go on my signal.

Alpha team, move out.

You take the head.

You take the tail.

I'm going straight down

the middle. Go.

Come on!

Son of a bitch.

It's Mitchell.

What is it?

They sent an old buddy of mine

up here to kill me.

That's going to make this

all the more interesting.

I've been waiting a long time

to deal that hot shot

some payback.

Secure the perimeter.

Let's find that computer.

It's too quiet.

I've got a bad feeling

about this.

Stay down.

Gotcha.

You all right?

That ain't too bad.

Mitchell.

Look at you,

you fucking amateur.

What happened out here?

Where's the rest?

They're dead.

They knew we were coming.

It was a setup.

We didn't have a chance.

Same on my end.

So much for diversion ops.

Well, listen, friend,

these were my men.

Somebody's going to pay.

You can count on it.

The question is who?

I don't know.

But I'm going to find out.

They're getting closer.

Can you make it to the beach?

You want to race?

I'm not going.

What do you mean

you're not going?

I've got a plane to catch.

See you.

Good luck.

Come on.

No Mitchell.

He's probably dead.

No. He's out there.

He's dangerous,

and he knows his shit.

I don't trust this guy.

If Mitchell isn't a

corpse, he's long gone.

Well, then find him

and kill him.

Yes, sir.

I was just starting

to like that guy.

Yes.

Gentlemen, Black Raven

was a disaster.

Prepare the bombing run.

Here are the coordinates

for the sub.

Excelente.

It's time to show the president

he can no longer betray us.

Did you find Mitchell?

Obviously not.

He's still alive.

You overestimate him,

and you underestimate me.

Son, I deal with death

every day,

and I never underestimate

my opponent.

Keep looking, Burke.

Mr. Turner, I trust

you'll be on your way soon.

Hey, baby, you keep it warm

for me till I get back.

You know how I get

after these missions.

You are a pig.

Torpedo ready?

Good.

Intercept, this is

Iron Man. Do you copy?

Iron Man, this is Kelly

at intercept. We copy.

Well, the stealth just took off.

I couldn't stop her.

Should I scrub

the mission? Copy.

That's a negative.

Hold your position

until further ordered.

I have a positive ID

on the stealth pilot.

His name is Owen Turner.

I repeat, Owen Turner. Copy.

I thought he was dead, Iron Man.

Beats the hell out of me.

But he's alive and well

and working for the bad guys.

You better let the admiral know.

Copy that.

I'm out.

I canceled your

morning press conference

and cleared your schedule,

Mr. President.

Tell me about Owen Turner.

He was an ace pilot,

perfect scores.

Passed over for Deep Sleep

because he failed

the psych evaluations.

Temperamental.

The navy listed him as a risk.

His plane went down

not soon afterwards

during operations in Nicaragua

that he was flying

with Mitchell.

Mitchell and Turner

know each other?

Yes, sir. They flew together

for six years.

Seems they were big rivals.

Turner was listed

as a killed-in-action.

No body was ever found.

The plane practically

disintegrated in mid-air.

Yes.

Mr. President,

we've located the Normandy.

The deep submersibles

are on the way.

Good, good.

Keep me posted.

They found the submarine, Harry.

Skipper,

the engine room is flooded.

The coolant samples and radiation

measures still come up negative.

Good. Thank you, Phillips.

Captain, we've got contact.

I'll be damned.

They're coming

to tow us out of here.

Prepare the crew, lieutenant.

Let's go.

Attention, all hands.

This is Captain Thompson.

Pack your toothbrushes,

gentlemen. We are going home.

Sir, at 350 feet. 340.

Sir, something strange

on sonar. Incoming.

Yes.

It's the Normandy, sir.

She's been torpedoed.

No survivors.

The rescue divers

went down with her.

Any word from Mitchell?

Not after his message

about Turner.

He'll break radio silence

when he needs to.

We've got a carrier within range

to intercept, advise, and instruct.

In 30 minutes, Thanatos will be

over American airspace again, sir.

With Ramsey and

his team eliminated,

Mitchell's going to have to

disarm Thanatos himself.

Listen, if Mitchell hasn't

taken out that computer

in 25 minutes, I want

that compound vaporized.

What about Menendez?

I want him dead.

I want the whole damn

operation annihilated.

Send in a complete strike force.

Hit that son of a bitch

with everything we got.

Are you sure you want

to do this, Mr. President?

You damn right, I do.

What about Congress?

What if the press get wind

that he was one of our...

God damn them all, Harry!

Just do it anyway.

What about Mitchell?

When he checks in,

brief him on the plan.

He's got 25 minutes

before we flatten

everything around him.

It's the best I can do.

Yes, sir.

Have her refueled

and ready to go.

The satellite feed's ready, sir.

Start programming the light

transmission sequences.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Turner, welcome back.

Well done.

He's calling on the uplink, sir.

Good. I want to talk to

that son of a bitch myself.

He'll be coming up momentarily.

Good morning, Mr. President.

I'm in no mood

for pleasantries, Menendez.

Your voice is filled

with urgency.

That's ironic.

You were not in any rush

to get me those F-16s

I purchased ten years ago.

In fact, the last time your

country was in such a rush,

you left me and my men

stranded in Nicaragua.

You son of a bitch.

You killed 141 of my men.

You're going to pay.

I told you not to try anything.

You invaded my compound.

You caused their deaths.

Menendez, you are

a dead man. You got that?

News flash, Mr. President.

In exactly one hour,

Thanatos will be over Atlanta's

Hartfield International Airport.

One of the busiest, as you know.

Think of all those airplanes

dropping like flies out of the sky.

New deal. You in?

Yeah.

Damn! Such a waste!

Okay, Mr. President,

we got a new deal on the table.

You will wire $10 billion

to my account in the Bahamas.

That's billion with a B.

I'll fax you the information.

You can burn that

little list of psychopaths

that Menendez told you

to set free.

Fuck them. Fuck politics.

Fuck you.

Just don't fuck with me.

You fuck with me,

I'm going to climb in that stealth

bomber and start dropping bombs

all over cities

in the United States.

Those nukes we got

earmarked for Moscow

will look just as pretty dropping

on Los Angeles and New York.

And if you get me really cranky,

I just might fly over

the White House

and do a little fucking

redecorating on that piece of shit.

You're insane.

Insane? No, I'm crazy.

I mean, at least

that's what the doctors say,

and this is

what crazy people do.

And right now I got the power,

I got the satellites,

I got the stealth,

I got the bombs,

and please, Mr. President,

don't think I won't use them.

I almost forgot.

Admiral Peterson.

I don't need your fucking

punk ass anymore.

What the hell

are you talking about?

Go on, Admiral.

Tell them how we got

the access codes.

Okay, fellows. You got

a lot of work to do.

Me? I got to go arm some nukes

and program a few satellites,

so you guys got about an hour

to give me my goddamn money,

or planes are going to start dropping

on peach trees, you understand me?

Ciao.

Elliot, he's lying.

He's crazy.

Frank, when did you

give him the codes?

Elliot, come on.

For Christ's sake.

Guard!

Guards!

Get back!

Get back!

Don't shoot him.

God.

God, this isn't happening.

Come on, now, Frank. Easy.

Put down the gun.

I can't. God!

What have I done?

I'm sorry, Harry.

You ought to be.

It hurts like hell.

Listen, Frank. Listen to me.

Put the gun down.

We'll talk about it, okay?

They were watching my family.

They had pictures

of my granddaughter's baptism.

The sons of bitches

said if I didn't cooperate,

they would kill my family,

one by one!

There wasn't anything

I could do!

Frank.

I had no choice!

I had no choice!

You think Mitchell can do this?

I'll walk him through it.

Good.

Let's get this damn thing

over with.

Intercept, this is Iron Man.

I have the bird.

I'm taking her home.

That's a negative, Iron Man.

There's been a change in plans.

Hold your position.

I have clearance, intercept.

That's a big negative, Iron Man.

We need you to find

that computer and disable it.

Come again?

The stealth is expendable.

We have satellite complications.

Find the computer,

and we'll guide you through the procedure.

Do you copy, sir?

Roger. Out.

Shit.

They've gotten word to Mitchell.

They're setting up

a satellite relay

via the carrier Coral Sea.

As soon as he checks in,

they'll hook us up.

We've only got ten minutes.

Let's hope we hear

from him soon.

Load her up with ABM-65s.

Give me two B-83 nukes.

Someone tripped the

silent alarm downstairs.

You want to play?

Everybody wants to be like Mike.

Intercept, this is Iron Man.

Do you read me? Over.

Roger, Iron Man.

Are you in position?

Affirmative, and I'm in

a really big hurry.

Roger that.

We have your tour guide

that's going to piggyback

you to the trees.

Open the relay to Washington.

Iron Man,

is the computer booted up?

Yes.

Good. Read to me

what's on the menu.

What are the modes?

Search mode, targeting,

diagnostic,

hardware detect,

reconnaissance, maintenance.

Pull up maintenance.

Now what?

Now we're going to spoof

the satellite and jam her up.

I want you to type in

"Perform self-test 0-0-4-7,"

then hit "enter."

It says "If okay,

perform self-check 0047."

Are you sure this is right?

Yes. You can initiate

self-destruct

with a string of three commands.

I've got a flashing

warning sign.

It says "Exiting technical.

Entering maintenance. Yes/No."

Good. That's what we want.

Hit yes.

It doesn't seem

to be responding.

All right, Iron Man, steady.

We need you to hold in there

until the data stops processing.

Otherwise, you'll go back to

the old automated program.

Come on. Come on.

Damn right I don't.

It's a done deal, sir.

He did it!

Yes.

You weren't going to leave

without saying goodbye, were you?

You know I've never been big

on long goodbyes.

So I noticed when you

ditched out in Nicaragua.

Pretty nice?

Take out a contra link.

Fake my own death.

Went down smooth as silk.

Nobody figured it out.

It was my first job

as an independent contractor.

What do they

pay traitors nowadays?

Pay's good.

So are the benefits.

Best thing is,

I get to pick my own hours.

I'm not connected to that

bureaucratic bullshit you are.

You should try it.

Not interested.

I don't like your retirement plan.

It's too shortsighted.

Yeah, well, you know,

it beats social security.

Don't even think about it.

What's the matter, Mitchell?

Want to do a little cowboy shit?

No way.

Just pull out the gun

slowly and drop it.

That's not a problem.

So what are your orders now? Take me

back to the States? Put me in jail?

No, motherfucker. We're going

to do it right here, right now.

All right, Mitchell.

Let's party.

How'd that feel?

That's all you've got?

Is that all you've got?

Fuck you.

Come on.

Get up!

I ought to kill you,

but I got something better for you.

I'm going to let you

live through it.

I'm in pursuit of the stealth.

Check for GPS reading.

Iron Man, radar's

picked up a blip.

Coordinates vector 3-0-0,

heading north by northeast.

Roger, intercept.

3-0-0. I'm on it.

You think Mitchell

can catch this guy?

An F-16's a hell

of a lot faster.

Let's say Mitchell does

catch up with the stealth

and blows it out of the sky.

What happens to the nukes?

They're not dangerous

unless armed and fired.

Where are you, you bastard?

Iron Man, maintain course 3-0-0.

Roger, intercept.

This guy's good.

He's heading straight for Cuba.

Ten bucks says this is Mitchell.

I don't take sucker bets,

Turner.

How does it feel to be back

in the heat of battle?

Pretty exciting?

How does it feel to know

you're about to die?

We both know you're no closer.

We'll see about that.

Damn.

Hard to lock tone on something

that ain't there, good buddy?

Hey, Turner, have you seen my

watch lying around anywhere?

What the hell

are you talking about?

You know,

my global position watch.

The one Uncle Sam gives you on

bullshit missions like this.

You might just check

under your seat.

You son of a bitch!

Intercept, this is Iron Man.

Mission completed.

Yes!

Yeah.

Roger that, Iron Man.

Good job.

One question, intercept.

Did Alpha One make

the ride back?

That's a big affirmative,

Iron Man.

All the chickens

are back in the roost.

Now that you've

given us the all-clear,

Operation Clean Sweep

can commence.

This is Operation Clean Sweep.

We have the compound in sight.

Commencing execution now.

Iron Man.

This is the president.

Job well done.

Thank you, sir.

Colonel, if there's anything

I can ever do for you...

Well, sir, there is one thing.

Here we go.

Daddy!

Hi, squirt.

Come here, you.

I want you to meet

a very good friend of mine.

President Westwood, J.P.

Hi, J.P.

Hello, Mr. President.

Excuse me.

Sure.

How did you...

You can blow out

that candle now.

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