Toy Soldiers (1991) - full transcript
Billy Tepper is the leader of a group of rebellious boys at The Regis School. He has already been expelled from three prominent private schools. His best friend, Joey Trotta, is the son of the Head of the New York Mafia; Billy, all their friends and many other kids at the school have equally influential and prominent, if more law-abiding, parents. When Luis Cali's father is put in jail, he heads for the Regis School to put the son of the judge in charge of the case under hostage, only to find he has been removed. However, once he realises who the parents of the rest are, he decides the entire student body of the Regis School would be an even better bargaining chip.
(GUNFIRE)
(MAN SHOUTING ON BULLHORN)
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(MAN ON TV SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)
Waiting for your reply.
(SPANISH REPEATS)
Waiting for your reply!
(SPANISH) I cannot do anything.
Your father is already
in American hands.
We are watching the airport.
His plane has not taken off.
You are watching the wrong plane.
Your father was taken from
a military base this morning.
You are lying.
(SPANISH) We must act.
(GUN CLICKING)
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH) Let's go!
(SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE GASPING)
(MAN ON TV CONTINUES
SPEAKING SPANISH)
Luis. (SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MAN ON TV SPEAKING SPANISH)
"We interrupt our coverage
to bring you this report..."
"...live via satellite
from the United States..."
"...as extradited
narcotics trafficker..."
"...Enrique Cali arrives at Homestead
Air Force Base near Miami, Florida..."
"even as the gunmen here at the Palace of
Justice continue to demand his release."
(SPANISH) Very well.
(SPANISH CONTINUES ON TV)
(SPANISH) We have to go, Judge!
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH) Move forward!
Hurry up!
(MEN SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(SPANISH)
(SCREAMING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(BELL TOLLING CONTINUES)
(TOLLING STOPS)
Hey, bring that back here!
(LAUGHING)
(CAN SPRAYING)
BOY: Hey, Frank! Frank, over here!
(CHATTERING)
Frank, over here!
- Looking for this, Frank?
- Very funny.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
The Dean's waiting for you
guys back in your room.
A pleasure knowing you.
These two gentlemen are deputy
United States marshals.
They wish to have a word
with you, Mr. Donoghue.
- Me?
- Mm-hmm.
Let us have the room.
Close the door behind you.
MARSHAL: It's, uh, just a
precaution we're taking...
with everyone involved in
the Enrique Cali case.
Especially with your father since
he's presiding in the case.
My father's been a federal judge
since I was five years old.
- (TALKING CONTINUES)
- (WHISPERING) What's he saying?
- You saw what happened...
- They're talking about Phil's dad.
- He's a judge, right?
- Yeah.
It was on all three networks.
The boys are not allowed
TVs in their rooms.
Luis Cali, his son,
is, uh, passionately
devoted to his father.
Took over the palace of justice down
there trying to get his father back.
The judge and two
others were killed.
- Is he in trouble?
- No.
- Something about Colombia.
- Good coffee.
Now, you know why they have
to take these precautions.
Your whole family will be
put in a very safe place.
They're taking him out today.
Oh, hey, hey, hey!
Where?
We can't tell you that, son, but it
will be a secure military installation.
You gentlemen may as well come
in, help your roommate pack.
See you soon.
Good luck. We look forward
to having you back.
- Thanks, sir. You too.
- All right.
- Billy.
- BOY: See you later, Phil. Rock 'n' roll.
Were you off campus yesterday?
I'm on probation, sir. I'm
not allowed off campus.
Oh, that's right. I forgot.
You know, somebody spray painted
the Sheriff's car yesterday.
- Wrote the word "rejects" all over it.
- No kidding.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.
All right, you got away
with it this time.
But just remember, I'm always
gonna be watching you.
(BELL TOLLING)
(RUSTY GATE CLOSING)
- (TOLLING CONTINUES)
- MAN: Lights out, boys.
BOYS: Eat shit, Mr. Peterson!
(TOLLING CONTINUES)
There go the Dean
and the Headmaster.
(RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
I can't go, man. This
paper's due in the morning.
(RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
- Come on. They're ready.
Let's go, let's go. Come on.
Come on! Let's go.
Billy, this is your homework.
That's good. That's good.
Come on. Let's go.
JOEY: Take it easy, man.
You're gonna break the window.
- BILLY: Am not.
- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- (SNEEZES)
- Shut up, Snuffy!
Blow me. (SNIFFLES)
Watch your head, man.
That's like a spinal injury, man.
- Quiet.
- (LAUGHING)
I know you're mad, brother.
Nice hole, Billy.
Speaking of holes, anyone
have a sister? Call her up.
- I saw Joey's mom at the mall.
- Saw his mom?
(CONVERSATION
CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
JOEY: You guys better
leave my mom out of this.
I love my mom. And you
can, too, for 12 bucks.
As long as you're not talking about
my mother, everybody's cool.
Alright make yourselves comfortable,
gentlemen. The bar is open.
- Mr. Trotta, why don't you tend the bar?
- Mouthwash?
Yes, mouthwash. Or maybe not.
What's the deal, Billy? You trying
to tell me my breath stinks?
I wasn't saying your breath stinks. Why
do you take everything so personally?
Damn, Hank.
I don't think that smoking when you
have asthma is such a good idea, Snuff.
- Smoking isn't such a good idea, period.
- Gentlemen.
- Here's to Mr. Donoghue.
- Yes, to Phil.
- May he get laid while on the outside.
- Amen.
- This better not be mouthwash.
- Trust me.
(GAGGING, COUGHING)
"Trust me." Asshole.
This is mouthwash.
No, it's not.
Tastes like mouthwash.
What the hell is it?
Four parts 100 proof vodka,
two parts peppermint schnapps
for that mouthwash flavor...
And one part crème de
menthe to make it green.
Damn. You're a sick man.
I hope you know that.
That's the beauty of this concept. It looks
and smells and tastes just like mouthwash.
We can keep liquor in plain
sight in our dorm rooms, right?
And the best part, I sold 8 bottles of
this stuff for 35 bucks apiece.
- We are rich.
- Ooh, brother, you is a genius.
A lunatic, but a genius.
Mix me up another shot. I'll
work on the entertainment.
Man, this stuff is great. It's opening
up my lungs, it's making me breath easier.
Evidently, it's making
you fart easier too.
I didn't fart.
It's the first rule of
prep school etiquette:
When you're in a basement
with no windows, don't fart.
No, the first rule of prep school
etiquette is to pretend you're asleep
when your roommate's beating off.
The first rule of prep school
etiquette is to wait until your
roommate falls asleep before beating off.
Was that a personal remark
directed at me, roommate?
- You choke your chicken. It's yours.
- You slap your monkey all the time.
I can't sleep at night.
- Speaking of beating off.
- (LINE RINGING)
I'll do the talking.
Hello?
(WOMAN'S VOICE ON PHONE)
This is Jennifer. What's your name?
Steve.
Well, hello, Steve. Mmm.
Oh, I like that name.
Oh, tell me what you look like.
Um... well,
I got blond hair...
And, um, I wear an
earring in my left ear.
About five-nine, 150 pounds.
- Did I mention I'm black?
- (EXHALES)
JENNIFER: Sounds very sexy, Steve.
- Oh, I like long, blond hair on a black man.
- (CHUCKLING)
Oh, I also got long, blonde hair.
I'm not black, but I'm
very, very tanned.
I'm wearing black lace bra and panties
that look really hot against my skin.
Oh! Would you like me
to take my bra off?
Yes.
Yes, please.
(LAUGHING)
JENNIFER:
Oh, my nipples are dark red.
Oh, very big, very hard.
Oh! Oh! I'm rubbing my breasts.
Oh, it feels so good.
(MOANING) Steve, I'm running my
hands down over my body now.
Oh! Oh!
- Slipping my thumbs inside my panties.
- Slip 'em in. Slip 'em in.
I'm completely naked except for
black stockings and high heels.
Would you like me to leave
them on or take them off?
Take them off. Now.
On. On. On. Leave them on.
(BABBLING)
Why don't you go ahead
and leave them on?
Oh, Steve, oh, you're so wicked.
- I like it. Oh. Ooh. Oh.
- She likes it. She likes it.
It's so soft, so big.
Oh, I just wanna touch it.
You want me to touch
it, don't you, Steve?
Yes. (CLEARS THROAT)
By all means, touch it.
- Oh, Steve. Oh, my God!
- Touch it, baby, touch it.
- Oh, Steve!
- Outstanding!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Hide it. Everybody move.
Mr. Tepper.
Why am I not surprised?
(LAUGHS) This is ingenious.
Thanks. It was nothing.
What's this?
- Mouthwash?
- Oh, come on, Mr. Tepper.
You expect me to believe you crawled down
to the basement just to drink mouthwash?
- I'm trying to fight plaque.
- Right.
Gingivitis. Tartar buildup.
I got a little...
- Are you alone down here?
- Yes, sir.
- Where's your roommate?
- Up in his room, I guess.
- (SNUFFY SNEEZES)
- Shit.
Watch your mouth.
Come on out, Mr. Bradberry.
You too, Mr. Trotta.
May as well come out.
He was bluffing.
- Gesundheit.
- Thank you.
DEAN: Mr. Giles and
Mr. Montoya, come out now.
Or I'll place a guard on this basement,
have a bed check of the entire school.
Gentlemen, I want you see you
all in my office...
at 9:00 A.M. sharp
tomorrow morning.
Go to your rooms now. Move!
Not you, Billy.
This...
you know, this is really,
really ingenious.
No, noth...
just, uh, put the little...
- Where'd you get this stuff?
- Radio Shack.
Really? Was it expensive?
No, no, I picked it up on sale.
On sale. Good. Here.
- Break it.
- What?
Throw it on the floor. Smash it.
Use your foot.
Come on, come on. Use your foot.
Make believe it's my foot.
Smash it.
(PLASTIC SHATTERING)
That's enough.
Let's go.
(SIREN WAILING)
This is the U.S. Border Patrol!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPANISH CONTINUES)
(GRUNTS)
(SPANISH)
You think you're the first kid to
put liquor in mouthwash bottles?
It was done in my day.
(CHUCKLES)
I might have even done it myself.
(KNOCKING)
Mr. Kouf, Mr. Greenwalt.
Mr. Tepper here sold you a bottle
of mouthwash with vodka in it?
You will not be punished if you
give it to me in five seconds.
Good. Good night.
- Who's next?
- If you're gonna kick me out,
kick me out. Don't make me look
like a narc to my friends.
If we expelled you, that'd make
four prep schools in four years.
You trying for the
guinness book of records?
No, sir.
Should we try this one?
How 'bout this one?
This one? Ah.
Yes.
(KNOCKING)
Mr. Burg, Mr. Zarpas.
Billy Tepper sold you
a bottle of vodka.
You have until the count of
three to hand it out here.
One, two...
- Good. Good night.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Now, where to next?
- You made your point.
I can't fake you out. Fine. I admit it.
Don't put me through this anymore.
I'm sorry, but I will not have
alcohol in my dormitories.
Then I'll get it.
I'll bring it to you.
- How many more are there?
- Eight.
- You better not lie to me.
- Eight.
I believe you. I'll
be in my apartment.
You have ten minutes.
(SIGHS)
Do you think we should expel you?
Do whatever you want. I'm not about
to beg to stay in this school.
If we threw you out, who would you
live with? Your mother or your father?
I don't exactly have a burning desire
to live with either one of them.
Then what's behind this perverse
desire to constantly risk
getting thrown out of school?
You think I set out to get caught?
I don't think you do
it purely for fun.
I was having loads of fun
until you came along.
- Look, should I pack or what?
- Shut up and sit down.
Stop acting like such a tough
guy. It doesn't impress me.
I'm not going to expel you.
Three schools have done that and it's
obviously done nothing for your character.
- Are you listening to me?
- Yes, sir.
I'm gonna do much worse.
I am going to keep you
here until you graduate.
It will probably take
years at this rate.
I might wear you out before then.
Now don't you worry about
wearing me out.
I'm gonna wear you out.
Well?
He wanted to know why I
have such a bad attitude.
Did he kick you out?
No.
He put me on pots and pans
for the rest of the semester.
Could be worse.
Yeah, he could have smashed my
kneecaps with a ball-peen hammer.
God, that fucker. That asshole!
Get up. Get up!
We gotta strike back.
We have to do something
epic tonight...
or else I'm gonna look like a douche
bag to the entire school. Come on.
You were born looking
like a douche bag, Billy.
Come on, Joey. Get dressed!
I don't want to, man. I want to go
to sleep. I wanna dream about Jennifer.
Later.
It was fucking humiliating, man.
- Okay.
- (RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
See, they're up for it.
- You know me, man. I'm always up for it.
- Good.
What am I up for tonight?
I don't know. I'm
thinking about it.
- Fire hoses.
- That's been done.
Cherry bombs in the toilets.
It's too destructive. I mean, that would let
the Dean know that he got under our skin.
No, it's gotta be cooler than that.
It's gotta be something
witty, something elegant.
Why don't you think about
it while I take a nap?
I got it. I got it. Come on.
You'll love this.
(BELL TOLLING)
- (KNOCKING)
- Come in.
Sir, Dr. Gould would like to see
you right away in the quad.
(ALL SHOUTING, HOOTING)
(CROWD QUIETS)
BOY: Check it out. It's the
Headmaster's furniture.
Try not to laugh.
I'm trying.
I mean, just look at this.
The blotter, the pen,
the teacup on my desk.
Everything just as
I left it last night.
You know what I'd
really like to do?
That's to work out here all day.
I don't suppose that would be too
good for discipline, would it?
- I'm afraid not.
- Yes.
- Any idea who did it?
- Very good idea.
Well, don't be too hard on them.
It's much better than...
fire hoses in the chapel or
cherry bombs in the toilet.
(STIFLED LAUGH)
(SIGHS)
- You!
- BOY: Yo, Billy!
And you.
And you two.
You gentlemen have the honor
of returning this furniture
back to its original place.
Pick up that banana.
CROWD: Whoa!
Are there any objections?
- No, sir.
- No, sir.
(MUSIC)
Yeah, sounds cool.
- Hey, taste test.
- Well?
- Hi. Can I help you?
- How you doin'?
We don't want to hurt anybody.
Get in the truck.
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
- (SCREAMING)
- MAN: Get down!
MAN: Stay on the floor where you
are until we tell you to move.
Don't get up. Don't do anything.
Is that clear?
Hey! Stop! No! Don't hurt him!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
They're looking for Donoghue.
You can threaten me
as much as you like.
The fact remains that officers from the
United States Marshal's Service...
took young Donoghue out
of school yesterday,
and they did not say where
they were taking him.
I have been under a
lot of strain lately,
and I don't have a lot of patience.
If you're lying and he's
here, I will find him...
and I'll kill you.
He's not here.
According to this, you're
telling the truth.
If you continue to do that, you
have nothing to fear from me.
These young men have
done nothing to you.
I realize that.
How could this happen? We pay a
fortune for this kind of information!
We were in transit. They couldn't get
to us. But we might not have a problem.
I think you better
take a look at these.
LUIS: Anderson, Robert.
- Anderson, Robert!
- Here.
Your father is president
of the Tex-peet oil company.
Yes, sir.
Bradberry, Jonathan.
Your father is Stephen Bradberry?
Chairman of the First
Empire Bank of New York?
Yes.
And Vice Chairman of
The Republican Party?
Yes.
- Giles, Henry the Third.
- Yes.
Come here, Giles.
Your father is Representative
Henry Giles Jr.?
Yes.
Chairman of the Armed
Services Committee.
Yes, sir.
Trotta, Joseph.
Your father is Albert
Trotta of New York City.
Yes.
The Albert Trotta?
What's the matter?
Not proud of your father.
No.
- Montoya, Ricardo.
- Yes, sir.
Your father is senior partner
at Johnson, Montoya and Epps?
Yes, sir.
And past president of the
California Bar Association.
Yes, sir.
So tell me, Ricardo.
Are you a Mexican?
Mexican-American.
Do you speak Spanish?
No, not really.
- (SPEAKS SPANISH) Put a bullet in him.
- No, wait!
"Wait" what? You
don't speak Spanish.
I'm sorry. I do speak
a little Spanish.
Hey, don't! Hey, don't do that!
Come on, man.
- Is he a friend of yours?
- Yes, he is.
Well tell your friend he's
lucky I didn't shoot him.
What's your name?
- William Tepper.
- William Tepper.
What does your father do, William?
He's a contractor.
According to this, he owns the third
largest construction company in the world.
Yeah, he's a contractor.
You're not afraid? Hmm?
- Yes, I'm afraid.
- Good.
Don't fuck with me.
(SIGHS)
You're right, Jack. We
don't need Donoghue.
We can play with this.
I want the slick little bastard
that spray painted my car!
Otherwise, I'm gonna start arresting
any of them damn rejects...
that even show their
face in this town!
- I don't think so. Take a look at this.
- Mouthwash.
No. It's vodka.
- One-hundred proof vodka.
- So?
So you got an Uncle that owns that
liquor store down the street.
- Now you wait just a damn minute.
- You wait just a damn minute, Sheriff.
We're gonna make ourselves
a little deal here.
You're gonna forget about who spray
painted your car, and I'm gonna forget...
- Listen if you think...
- Sheriff! Somebody's been shot at the Regis school!
- Come on, Dean.
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SIREN WAILING)
(MAN ON RADIO, INDISTINCT)
It's Frank Ingram.
- What's going on up at the school?
- We don't know.
We get fired on if we try
to get past the gate.
Alright, you two, you get your shotguns,
get down in the back seat of my car
and stay out of sight.
Hey, hey, you don't want to do that.
You want to call the state
police or the F.B.I. or something.
Don't tell me what to do.
I'll call them myself.
(ON BULLHORN)
Now hear this up at the school.
This is the King's County Sheriff.
Hold your fire.
I'm coming up to talk to you.
I'm alone and unarmed.
Hold your fire.
Hold your fire!
(SPEAKING SPANISH) Shoot at the engine.
Prevent them from coming closer.
(RAPID GUNFIRE)
(CAR HORN BLARES)
(HORN BLARING CONTINUES)
(SPANISH) Prepare the antitank.
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH) Fire!
(EXPLODING DEBRIS)
Sheriff, Deputy Assistant
Director Otis Brown.
How you doin'?
Sheriff has agreed to our
assuming jurisdiction.
I've been briefed on the plane.
What's your assessment?
Sir, there's an unknown
number of terrorists...
with .50-caliber machine
guns and antitank rockets.
There's about three miles of
perimeter around the campus
and their weapons can
sweep the whole area.
We've got to get assistance
from the military.
I'll try to get it.
No communication from
the school at all?
None.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPANISH CONTINUES)
Your father's well?
LUIS: He's tired of being in prison.
He's ready to go home.
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC)
I'm glad you could get
here so quickly, Ed.
My pleasure, Otis.
I have troops taking
up observation positions
around the perimeter of the school
and an assault force at a
staging area five minutes away.
Now, my orders are to assist you
with observation and surveillance...
and plan a joint assault
with your people.
That's it, Otis.
Anything else would require
specific orders from the President.
I understand. Let's hope
we never need to ask.
Is it armed?
It is now.
Oh, man!
This is disgusting. They expect us
to eat this? This is dog vomit.
The school gets taken over by terrorists,
and I'm still on pots and pans.
Stop now. Please come outside.
LUIS: Anyone who leaves
this building will be shot.
We will take a head count now
and again in the morning.
If one person is missing...
five of you will be executed.
If two are missing,
ten will be shot.
And so on.
Tomorrow we will begin a
head count every hour...
on the hour.
If all goes well,
you will be allowed
out into the quad.
But every hour on the hour,
you must be in this
room to be counted.
Is that understood?
Second.
You have seen these orange wires running
throughout this building and outside.
These are wired to explosives.
If any one of these wires is cut,
the explosives will
go off automatically.
If any of the individual
explosives are tampered with,
they will explode!
So...
Don't touch the wires.
Don't touch the explosives.
Ninety-two.
- (SHOUTING IN SPANISH) Over there! Stop!
- All right, all right.
- Just do as they say.
- Are you okay? Are you all right?
What are you doing?
Ow. Man, stop.
(MURMURING CONTINUES)
Well, we managed to
stay together anyway.
Yeah, that's my ambition in
life... to die with you guys.
You're the kid they call Yogurt,
right? This is your room?
I'm Derek, and he's Ted,
and yes, this is our room.
Not anymore.
Ah, here we go.
- DEREK: Hey, put that down!
- I guess some things never change.
You have any sleeping
bags, any blankets?
No.
Do you got any food around here,
any candy bars, anything?
- Do you have any more magazines?
- No!
- This your plane, Yogurt?
- Yeah, I made it.
You understand all this
remote control stuff?
Yes, I do.
The thing the leader's got wrapped
around his wrist? You think it'll work?
- Yeah.
- We're well and truly fucked.
I mean they can't rescue us.
We'd all get killed.
- Then they'll pay the ransom.
- Maybe.
We're gonna do something, right?
(SCOFFS)
We can't just sit by and let these
bastards fuck with our lives.
- Do we have a choice?
- Yes.
Um, guys? Could we
change the subject?
I'd like to go to bed
without wetting my pants.
This is F.B.I. Deputy Assistant
Director Otis Brown.
Who am I speaking to?
(ON PHONE) This is Dr. Robert
Gould, the Head... Headmaster.
Look, all the boys are here.
They're all alive and in good health.
They're frightened, of course.
- Tell them about the explosives.
- What?
Explosives.
Oh, yes. There are
explosives all over the campus.
He says that if the wires
are cut, they'll blow up.
And he has a remote
control device...
attached by tape to
the back of his hand.
He says he can blow the school
up by pressing a button.
It is true.
And I will not hesitate.
If you attack the school, my men will
begin shooting students until you stop.
But if by some miracle,
you kill all of my men,
whatever happens, I will still
have time to press the button...
and every one of us will die.
I am releasing the faculty.
One of them will be carrying a
complete list of my demands.
These are non-negotiable.
If you do not produce
my father unharmed,
I will begin executing
the hostages.
I'm sure by now you have discovered
who these students are...
and who their parents are.
"Rejects." I assume the
students did this.
Yes.
Over half the student body consists
of boys that have been expelled
from other prep schools.
- Hence the nickname.
- I see.
No, you don't see.
My boys, many of them have a
real problem with authority.
There's no telling what they might
do in a situation like this.
That could damn well
get 'em killed.
Exactly.
There's one boy in particular.
GENERAL KRAMER: Here they come.
It's a body.
DEAN: I think it's Jesse Miller,
the chemistry teacher.
Do you think it's true...
about the explosives?
Would he be willing to blow himself
up along with everyone else?
BROWN: I think he'd be willing to do
anything if he doesn't get his father back.
Anything.
BILLY: Can't sleep, huh?
Nope.
Yeah, me neither.
None of us can sleep, especially
with you two yapping.
Billy, we gotta do something.
Yeah, we can be cool and
wait to be rescued.
BILLY: Anybody know morse code?
With that light and a mirror, we
could send signals back and forth.
No, Billy! Nobody knows morse code.
For Christ's sakes.
SNUFFY: Well, we got the
perfect number for poker.
Anybody got a deck of cards?
- You can't smoke in the dorms.
- (CHUCKLING)
What are they gonna
do, kick me out?
Shut up, you guys.
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)
Shut the door, go to sleep!
Hey, Joey, shut the door.
Shut the door.
There's one of them
at the end of the hall.
Yeah?
So we make some noise
and we get him in here.
And then we jump him.
Then what?
Billy, he's got a fuckin' machine gun.
With a fucking machine gun...
- we could shred these fuckers!
- Hey. Joey.
You know, this machine gun stuff must
run in mafia families.
- You son of a bitch!
- Joey! Ow! Joey!
- Come on, get up.
- That was a joke, okay?
I'm your friend. I can call
you a fucking wop if I want to.
Quiet.
- They're crazy.
- BILLY: Kiss and make up.
I'm sorry, man.
Just don't call me
a wop, all right?
Sure. Is it okay if I
call you an asshole?
Sure. Asshole, dickhead. Whatever.
Fuck face.
All right, enough of this
machine gun stuff, Joey.
Oh, okay, mom.
You think of a better idea.
- You wanna know what we should do?
- ALL: No.
We need to find out everything about
these guys who are holding us.
How many of them there are, what kind of
guns they have, all that stuff.
Then we need to get that
information to the outside world.
Then they can get in and rescue us.
I think it's a very cool idea. Let's do it.
That sounds like a lot of effort
for a group of underachievers.
And the difference is, if the Dean
catches you, he doesn't kill you.
- Look, are you with me or not?
- Why even...
of course we're with you, man.
But if you get us shot,
we're gonna be pissed.
Parents of the hostages being held at the
Regis school have been arriving all day
and are being urged by F.B.I.
Officials to stay at a local motel.
We'll try and talk with some
of the parents. Excuse me.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
BOY 1: Jerry, come on, man.
This way.
BOY 2: Hey, bring that back.
Now this, gentlemen, this object
I'm holding here is called...
well, some of you may have seen one of
these before. It's called a book.
You may have seen
one on television.
Fellas, it's over here, the ball's over here.
Thank you very much.
Don't pay any attention to them.
Sooner or later,
they'll all be gone.
Oh, yes, but this book...
will be important... forever.
Guard.
Hey, Gube. Heard you brought a breakfast
tray up to the lookouts in west hall.
- Yeah.
- What room were they in?
- They were in the infirmary.
- How many?
- Two.
- What kind of stuff do they have?
What do you mean? What stuff?
- Guns, grenades. That kind of stuff.
- Man, they had tons of it.
All kinds. A big machine gun.
Wait a minute. I'm not gonna
get in trouble for this, am I?
Don't be a wuss, Gube. Describe
the machine gun.
Why don't you send your troops in
there and shoot the sons of bitches?!
You are crazy. Just shut up.
Did you realize that the head
of the New Jersey mafia...
is here in this room?
I see him.
Knowing that,
you let him send his
son to your school?
Of course.
It's not the boy's fault
who his father is.
The F.B.I. advises parents
to pay the ransom.
So why don't you just give
the guy what he wants?
In the first place, the F.B.I.
has no such policy.
But beyond that, your sons
haven't been kidnapped.
They're being held hostage
by a gang of terrorists.
As we know, it's United
States policy...
not to accede to terrorist demands.
Well that policy is gonna have to change!
We'll go to the White House if we have to!
My family isn't rich. We don't
have influence at the White House.
My son is on a full
scholarship to the school.
So is mine.
We should talk to the press. Why should
our kids suffer alongside the rich kids?
Nobody should go to
the White House.
Certainly nobody should
talk to the press.
Now look, I know how much of
a strain this is,
but you could be putting your
sons in even greater danger.
So please... please let the
experts handle this.
(BELL TOLLING)
JACK: 80, 81, 82,
83, 84, 85,
86, 87,
88, 89,
90, 91, 92.
Back outside now, please.
WOMAN ON TV: Beyond saying there is an
adequate number,
I'm not prepared to comment.
MAN: Are the hostages
safe at this time?
The hostages are obviously in
a very dangerous situation...
and will be so until
they are released.
Everybody's accounted for.
MAN: Are negotiations in progress
now with the terrorists?
WOMAN: This administration has
never waivered from the policy
that the United States must never
give in to the demands of terrorists.
To do so would only encourage
more hostage taking.
Well, we'll see.
(STUDENTS CHATTERING)
- Hey, man, I'm supposed to...
- We know.
- Be careful, man.
- You bet.
I'm supposed to take this
to your guys upstairs.
(HAWKING)
Lunch.
Enjoy.
(COUGHING)
We got two guards
in the bell tower,
two more in the attic
of Fisher Hall.
There's two in the infirmary and
two more on the roof of West Hall.
That's eight.
Okay, three in the quad makes 11, and
the leader in the office is 12.
His name is Luis Cali.
And the three guys in the quad...
that's Jorge, Ruiz and Carlos.
That's right. You do speak
a little Spanish.
Don't forget the American
guy with the glasses.
BILLY: That makes 13. This man, here.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- You know Vinny?
- Vinny.
The F.B.I.'s crawling all over me. I
didn't even wanna use a pay phone.
- You seen the news?
- Yeah, of course.
This Enrique Cali... the
old man who's in prison.
Now he's been around. We've
done business with him.
I know the Bars brothers
are in with him very big.
So is Dino Frenetti
and his boy Micky.
All right. I want you to
reach out to them fast.
Tell them to get to the old
man and explain about my son.
All right. It's done, right away.
The kid hates me.
Albert, hey, hey.
Kids are kids. They go
through, uh, a stage.
They're ashamed of us.
Hey, it's just a phase.
No, it's different with Joey.
He really hates me.
But what can I do?
I love him... and I
want him out of there.
- It's done. Right away, okay?
- Go ahead.
SNUFFY: Billy, we've got enough to do
without you thinking up more ideas.
BILLY: Excuse me, I'm having a
private conversation with Yogurt.
Billy!
So Yogurt... this is the chip that sends
the radio signals to the plane?
YOGURT: Right.
And it's the same kind of chip that
he's got in the garage door opener
thing wrapped around his wrist,
the one that controls the explosives?
Well, it should be. I mean, all
chips aren't standardized.
Well then if we could somehow
switch these chips,
then we would control
the bombs with this
and he would just control the
plane with his wrist deal.
- Right.
- Don't be ridiculous.
First of all, the guy's got the remote
control tied around his wrist all the time.
- How you gonna get it?
- I think he has a point.
No, he could be knocked out.
There's no way that anybody could
knock him out without giving him time
to press the button. And his men
would just shoot you if you did.
BILLY: Maybe.
HANK: Even if you could get it,
why switch the chips?
You can just take the thing
and flush it down the toilet.
We're getting the information out.
I guess we're doing all we can do.
What do you think of this?
BILLY: Is it legible?
Only if you know how to read.
I told you the searchlight
would be important.
That's great, Joey.
"If you know how to read."
Of course, the reverse
is also true.
What the hell do you mean,
"The reverse is also true"?
What I mean is if you
take the other chip...
the receiving chip
out of the plane,
then you can replace it with the
receiving chip from the detonator.
Oh, yeah, that's wonderful.
Now all we have to do is get Cali
out of the Headmaster's office,
which he hardly ever leaves,
sneak past the guard,
switch the chips without
setting off the bombs...
and then get out
without being seen.
That's right. That's it exactly.
I was attempting to be sarcastic.
Well you shouldn't have been. You
should have been writing it down.
Stop it, Billy. You're
beginning to scare me.
84, 85, 86, 87, 88,
89, 90, 91, 92.
Take 'em out.
You may go outside now.
I'd like to see the sophomore
class by the bench, please.
BOY: Reggie. Over here, man.
Come on.
You got till exactly 45 minutes past
the hour to get back to the trees.
- That's the big hand on the little nine.
- I'll be there.
- Wait until they look the other way.
- Okay.
- Ready?
- Ready.
- Watch yourself, man.
- BOY: Kick the ball!
(BOYS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
BOY: All right.
Roosevelt represented a
profoundly different view...
of the role of the
federal government.
- Start it up.
- All right. Looks good to me.
- (ENGINE REVVING)
- All right, pick it up. Get it ready.
Let her go.
A view that, uh, troubled
the government...
in economic life...
- You really can fly it, huh, Derek?
- (ENGINE REVVING)
Oh, sh...
- Oh.
- Oh, shit.
- Oh, dear.
- (ALL GASPING)
Hey, you...
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC)
Be on the alert.
Shut it down now.
(SPANISH) Jorge, give it to me.
BOY: Man, come on!
Hands on your head!
Oh, great. Look.
I'm from the school.
Here's all the information you
need about the people who are holding us.
Be careful with it.
We're all fine so far.
- Nice outfit. I gotta run.
- You gotta wait for the boss.
I gotta get back before
somebody knows I'm gone!
Look, I'm on a schedule here!
Look kid, I'm sorry, but you're not going
anywhere until we check you out.
You have a student named Tepper?
Yes. Billy Tepper. I've been
waiting for something from him.
- Just keep him there.
- What's he done?
There's a helicopter
on the pad outside.
If he is one of your boys, go get
him and bring him back here.
Roosevelt, by using the radio,
was able to speak to
the American people...
(HEADMASTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(SPANISH)
This is coffee.
Even if you are who you say you are, we
cannot let you go back. They'd kill you.
That's my problem. I can make it.
I've gotta go right now.
- Billy.
- You gotta get me out of here, sir.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You know this kid?
- Yes, of course.
They're gonna shoot five
kids if I don't go back.
They're gonna shoot
you if you do go back.
I can make it. You know
I can't lie to you.
You gotta know I'm
telling you the truth.
I believe you. Let him go.
I cannot accept that
responsibility.
DEAN: Let him go.
Get him! Stop the kid before
he gets himself killed.
Any second now.
(BEEPING)
- (BEEPING STOPS)
- (SPANISH)
Where the hell is he?
He'll be here. He'll be here.
Oh, geez!
He's got a minute.
Oh, shit!
- (BELL CHIMING)
- Please, God.
(MAN OVER RADIO, INDISTINCT)
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
- What do we do?
- Well can we wait?
Damn! It's already too late, man.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
JACK: 71, 72, 73,
74, 75, 76, 77,
78, 79, 80, 81,
82, 83, 84, 85, 86...
get back in line!
I already counted you.
87, 88, 89, 90, 91.
- It's still 91.
- Count them again.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(SPANISH) Two helicopters
are coming towards us.
Okay. (SPANISH) Open fire and
prevent them from getting closer.
JACK: One, two, three,
four, five...
86, 87, 88...
89, 90, 91.
(WHISPERING)
We got one boy missing.
I told you what would happen
if one of you escaped.
(SHOUTING)
Did you think I was kidding?
You first.
Let's go. Face against
the wall. Come on.
You too.
You!
(SHOUTING) You! Get over there!
And you. Run.
- Run.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
I was in the shower.
I didn't hear the bell ring.
He's wet.
- I'm sorry.
- So he is.
- Come with me. Come with me.
- I'm sorry.
Okay, let's go. Get back
in line. It's all over.
Come on! Go!
Okay, let's go. Come on.
Come on. Go.
My father sent me to a school
that looked a lot like this one.
A military academy in Pennsylvania.
Perhaps you've heard of it...
the Armitage School?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
You really have no sense
of discipline, do you?
Look, I'm sorry about the
shower thing. I promise...
Oh, shit.
- This is how they taught me discipline,
- Oh, shit.
- And believe you me,
- (GRUNTS)
- I learned.
- (GROANING)
This basement the kid is talking
about, it's not on the plans.
It exists. I've been in it.
There used to be a building right
here behind where the kitchen is.
That's a subbasement
in that building.
There's no building
directly above it then.
That's right.
So if the hostages were
in the basement...
and the buildings blew up,
they'd probably survive.
That building was built in 1881.
They built to last back in those days.
What about the explosives?
Well, it's interesting what the kid says
about switching the chips in
the remote control receiver.
- Could it work?
- It's very possible.
I wouldn't wanna take the responsibility
for letting the kid try this, but...
it could work.
Take it easy... It's over.
Washington has authorized
me to make a deal.
KRAMER: What are we giving them?
Whatever it takes to
get the hostages free.
We have a shot at a
successful assault here.
We know the location
of every terrorist.
The kid can get the other
students out of the line of fire.
What kid? This kid has been
kicked out of two schools.
- No, three schools.
- Three schools.
Come on. All of this is unreliable.
Well, that's not really true. I may not
rely on Billy getting to class on time,
but I would rely on this.
- Why?
- Because he's got guts. He's a leader.
You can see that he's, uh,
thought this thing through.
Now, if Billy says he can do it...
I gotta believe he can.
If everything goes perfect...
could we guarantee no
casualties among the hostages?
Guarantee? No, of course not.
Then our orders are to cut a deal.
That's unacceptable.
The demands in my letter
must be followed exactly.
I'll have to go back
to my superiors.
- We'll need... time to discuss this.
- I understand.
In recognition of your
willingness to negotiate,
the execution scheduled for 5:00
P.M. today will be postponed.
However... if we have not concluded
a deal by 5:00 P.M. tomorrow,
there will be no further delays.
We won.
(PRISONERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
We just got a message
from Albert Trotta.
Trotta's kid, Joey, goes
to the Regis school.
He naturally wants him out.
And he'd be a good guy
to have owe us a favor.
Give me something to write with.
Give this message to my son.
They're receiving another message.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH OVER RADIO)
(MAN OVER RADIO STOPS)
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- It's the Headmaster.
How you feeling?
Okay.
Come to my office,
will you, Mr. Trotta?
- They want to see you.
- Why?
I don't think they mean you
any harm. I'll go with you.
- It's all right.
- Okay.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(PATS DESK)
We're letting you go.
- What?
- You're free to go.
These men will take you
to the main entrance.
All you have to do is
walk down the driveway.
Why me?
Because we respect your father.
Fuck my father...
and fuck you!
I'm not going anywhere
without my friends.
Oh, yes, you are.
Don't fight him! Just go!
Ow! Oh!
- (GUARD SPEAKS SPANISH)
- Let go of me!
(BOTH SHOUTING)
Okay, okay, all right.
I'm going. I'm going.
Joey! No! Joey!
Let me go!
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
- Jorge! (SPANISH)
- BILLY: Let me go!
Joey! Joey!
Oh, you fucker!
- You son of a bitch!
- Okay!
(SPANISH) Bring him inside!
Get in the room!
Inside, let's go.
(SPANISH)
Please wait there.
It is very important that
you explain to them...
that we did not want
to kill this boy.
We were releasing him, in fact.
But he suddenly attacked my men and
they were forced to shoot him.
I would like to see the Headmaster
and the other students, please.
Not possible.
Then release the Headmaster
and take me instead.
No.
It is very important
that you tell them...
we did not intend to kill
this boy. It was an accident.
It wouldn't have happened if you
hadn't come here in the first place!
It wouldn't have happened if the American
government hadn't kidnapped my father!
Now, we will leave as soon as
my father is returned to me.
You tell them that.
You tell them that this one was an
accident, but the next one won't be.
They're gonna hunt you down,
you know that, don't you?
They'll eventually find you,
and then they will kill you.
You Americans always say that...
but you never actually do it.
God, I am sorry.
It's a lie... this stuff
about an accident.
- I don't believe it.
- Well, it's what they claim.
How does a kid have an accident that
gets him shot with a machine gun?
I don't know.
These people are grown-ups,
not like my son.
It's time they found out there's
no such thing as an accident.
(SNIFFLING)
(PRISONERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(CELL RELEASE ALARM BUZZING)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(SHOUTING STOPS)
BROWN: The President has
waived Posse Comitatus,
and we have orders to proceed
with the assault as planned.
Our assault teams are to move out to the
helicopters and stand by, Sargent Major.
BROWN: Cut the power to the campus and
jam everything... radio, TV, microwave.
- I want an absolute and total blackout.
- What's going on?
Yesterday your boy Billy Tepper suddenly
appeared on our side of the wire.
How'd he do that?
There's an old storm drain on the
east edge of the campus right there.
It's got bars on it, but the boys
always manage to get through.
- What's happening?
- Could you show our explosives expert
how to get through that drain?
Of course. What's happening?
Enrique Cali was just
murdered in prison.
As soon as Luis Cali finds out
about his father's death,
he'll start killing hostages. He
could very well blow up the school.
We've got no choice.
We have to go in.
KRAMER: Now we're doing everything
we can, but I gotta tell you,
the casualties could be high unless
your boy does what he says he can do.
- DEAN: He'll try.
- He better.
- Billy, wake up.
- I'm awake.
That's the signal. They're going
to attack and they want our help.
They're crazy. What the hell do they think
we can do? We'll get everybody killed.
- This was your idea.
- It's too late to back out now.
No, it isn't.
They're depending on
us to do what we said!
Well, they'll stop depending on
us when we don't answer.
You asshole! Give me that!
Get off me!
Maybe it was a mistake
to follow your plan,
but we did because
you wanted us to.
Now it's too late to back out. We
can't back out and neither can you.
I've been a major fuckup my
whole life. I'll get you all killed.
Come on, man.
I'm sorry. The cuts on your back.
Forget about the cuts on my back.
God, that's the least of our problems right now.
Your plan is just as good now as it was
yesterday when we thought it was great.
- We were wrong yesterday.
- No, stop this, Billy!
You got us into it.
You gotta get us out.
If you say, "we have to do it for Joey,"
I'm gonna fucking puke.
We don't have to tell
you why. You know why.
You're fucking morons.
You know that, don't you?
You're fucking morons.
That's why we hang with you, Billy.
- We're really gonna do this?
- You bet.
All right, we got a lot of
work to do, especially you.
Me?
(SWITCH CLICKING)
Are you there? What
are you trying to do?
You see, there's been a power
failure affecting the whole county.
- They're working on it.
- I see.
Well you have exactly one
hour to fix the power.
Then I kill one hostage every
15 minutes until it's back on.
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
All right now, just relax.
Try and act casual.
The next guy comes out of the
bathroom, you two go, all right?
When you come out of the storm drain,
if you stay to the right
as you go up the hill,
you'll be under cover until you
get to this point right here.
You know, it would be a lot easier
if I went along with you.
I'm sorry, sir.
We can't let you do that.
We'll be fine with the map.
Hey, you guys all set?
If there's any problem,
just turn off the water.
- Okay.
- Come on.
You sure this goes to the
Headmaster's office?
How do you think I broke in to get
the Headmaster's furniture out?
How do you think I got
the algebra final?
Geez Louise, Yogurt, you'd think we were
going to defuse a bomb or something.
- (SIGHS)
- It was a joke, Yogurt. Lighten up.
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(WHEEZING, GAGGING)
Hey, man, are you okay?
Get his medicine!
Come on, quick. Out of the way.
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
- (GUARD, LUIS SPEAKING SPANISH) Boss!
- What do you want?
One of the students has a
problem, you should come.
I don't know, he can't breath.
All right, now what?
- Alright, you see that box?
- Yeah.
No, no, no! That's the detonator.
Don't touch that box.
It's the other box... the blue box.
The one with the light on it.
That's the remote control
receiver. Take the casing off.
Do any of your men have medical
training? This boy's very sick.
(INHALING)
All right, what now?
All right, all right,
very, very carefully...
take the red chip out
of the receiver.
Okay.
- There is no red chip.
- There must be.
Well, I'm sorry, there isn't.
There's a blue chip the same size as
the red chip, but there's no red chip.
That must be it then.
Well, is it or isn't it?
I don't know.
This boy has a history of medical
problems. You can see how sick he is.
You must call an ambulance.
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
(WHEEZING, GASPING)
Okay, it should just slide in now.
(INHALING)
(SIGHS)
- (DOOR LATCH OPENING)
- Oh, shit!
Watch out. I'm coming up.
Damn it. I can't just wait here.
SOLDIER: Prepare to engage targets.
Confirm target acquisition.
- Targets are up.
- Fire.
He's got a history of asthma.
(SIGHS) Oh.
- I'm feeling a little better, sir.
- Good, good.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
- BOY: What was that?
- (SPANISH) What was that?
Hello! Hello!
(GASPS)
(SPANISH) Hello! Hello! Hello!
It's not gonna work.
They jammed the radios.
Okay, Jack. (SPANISH)
Go take a look!
(GRUNTING)
Shh. Listen.
Do you hear water running?
Yes.
Oh, good. I thought we
were in trouble. Move.
There. Now that wasn't
so hard, was it?
I got him. I got him. I got him!
Hit him, Yogurt!
Come on, Yogurt. Hit him!
Oh, forget it. We're
jamming the radios.
Help me get to the Headmaster's
office... to the detonator...
Let's go.
Are you supposed to be here?
Yeah, I'm on pots and pans.
"Pozanpans"? What is "Pozanpans"?
No, pots and pans.
When they wanna give a kid a
really terrible job for punishment,
they give him pots and pans.
I have to wash this
shit after every meal.
- Pots and pans.
- Yeah, pots and pans.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(SPANISH) Did you hear that?
(SPANISH) Take that! Come with me!
Come on! Let's go!
Everybody in the kitchen!
- Everybody in the kitchen!
- Move, move!
Come on, come on! Move!
Move, move, move, move!
Go.
Hurry it up! Come on, get in.
(GUNFIRE)
(SPANISH) Stay outside!
- (BOYS CHATTERING)
- Shh! Shh!
Shh! Shh!
Ruiz!
Jorge!
(GASPS)
Jorge?
Get up!
(GUNFIRE)
(GRUNTS)
SOLDIER: Hold your fire.
He's got a hostage!
(SPANISH)
No one is allowed in here!
Wait.
- Oh, God.
- (SPANISH) Careful, Lukas!
- (SHOUTS)
- I'm sorry.
(BANGING AT DOOR)
BILLY: Don't.
- What'll happen if he pulls out the wires?
- The bombs will go off. Shoot him.
(DOOR EXPLODING INWARD)
(SCREAMING)
BILLY: Are you all right?
Yeah.
I'm sorry I was such
an asshole to you.
I mean, now that you saved
my life and everything.
Oh, it's okay. I never
took it personally.
Good.
Hey, congratulations.
You came through.
You just might graduate
in this lifetime.
Does that mean I'm
off pots and pans?
Oh, no. You don't think you're
gonna get off that easy, do you?
Huh? (LAUGHING)
(BOYS LAUGHING, CHATTERING)
Hey, have you guys seen Billy?
Hey, have you seen Billy?
- Where can he be?
- Hey! Hey! Here's an ambulance.
(SIREN WAILS)
Is Billy Tepper in there?
He's not in there.
SNUFFY: No one's seen Billy?
- Where is he, man?
- BILLY: Hey! Hey!
Billy!
- (LAUGHING)
- How ya doin'?
Hey, guys. Hey, Derek.
(MAN SHOUTING ON BULLHORN)
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(MAN ON TV SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)
Waiting for your reply.
(SPANISH REPEATS)
Waiting for your reply!
(SPANISH) I cannot do anything.
Your father is already
in American hands.
We are watching the airport.
His plane has not taken off.
You are watching the wrong plane.
Your father was taken from
a military base this morning.
You are lying.
(SPANISH) We must act.
(GUN CLICKING)
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH) Let's go!
(SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE GASPING)
(MAN ON TV CONTINUES
SPEAKING SPANISH)
Luis. (SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MAN ON TV SPEAKING SPANISH)
"We interrupt our coverage
to bring you this report..."
"...live via satellite
from the United States..."
"...as extradited
narcotics trafficker..."
"...Enrique Cali arrives at Homestead
Air Force Base near Miami, Florida..."
"even as the gunmen here at the Palace of
Justice continue to demand his release."
(SPANISH) Very well.
(SPANISH CONTINUES ON TV)
(SPANISH) We have to go, Judge!
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH) Move forward!
Hurry up!
(MEN SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(SPANISH)
(SCREAMING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(BELL TOLLING CONTINUES)
(TOLLING STOPS)
Hey, bring that back here!
(LAUGHING)
(CAN SPRAYING)
BOY: Hey, Frank! Frank, over here!
(CHATTERING)
Frank, over here!
- Looking for this, Frank?
- Very funny.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
The Dean's waiting for you
guys back in your room.
A pleasure knowing you.
These two gentlemen are deputy
United States marshals.
They wish to have a word
with you, Mr. Donoghue.
- Me?
- Mm-hmm.
Let us have the room.
Close the door behind you.
MARSHAL: It's, uh, just a
precaution we're taking...
with everyone involved in
the Enrique Cali case.
Especially with your father since
he's presiding in the case.
My father's been a federal judge
since I was five years old.
- (TALKING CONTINUES)
- (WHISPERING) What's he saying?
- You saw what happened...
- They're talking about Phil's dad.
- He's a judge, right?
- Yeah.
It was on all three networks.
The boys are not allowed
TVs in their rooms.
Luis Cali, his son,
is, uh, passionately
devoted to his father.
Took over the palace of justice down
there trying to get his father back.
The judge and two
others were killed.
- Is he in trouble?
- No.
- Something about Colombia.
- Good coffee.
Now, you know why they have
to take these precautions.
Your whole family will be
put in a very safe place.
They're taking him out today.
Oh, hey, hey, hey!
Where?
We can't tell you that, son, but it
will be a secure military installation.
You gentlemen may as well come
in, help your roommate pack.
See you soon.
Good luck. We look forward
to having you back.
- Thanks, sir. You too.
- All right.
- Billy.
- BOY: See you later, Phil. Rock 'n' roll.
Were you off campus yesterday?
I'm on probation, sir. I'm
not allowed off campus.
Oh, that's right. I forgot.
You know, somebody spray painted
the Sheriff's car yesterday.
- Wrote the word "rejects" all over it.
- No kidding.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.
All right, you got away
with it this time.
But just remember, I'm always
gonna be watching you.
(BELL TOLLING)
(RUSTY GATE CLOSING)
- (TOLLING CONTINUES)
- MAN: Lights out, boys.
BOYS: Eat shit, Mr. Peterson!
(TOLLING CONTINUES)
There go the Dean
and the Headmaster.
(RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
I can't go, man. This
paper's due in the morning.
(RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
- Come on. They're ready.
Let's go, let's go. Come on.
Come on! Let's go.
Billy, this is your homework.
That's good. That's good.
Come on. Let's go.
JOEY: Take it easy, man.
You're gonna break the window.
- BILLY: Am not.
- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- (SNEEZES)
- Shut up, Snuffy!
Blow me. (SNIFFLES)
Watch your head, man.
That's like a spinal injury, man.
- Quiet.
- (LAUGHING)
I know you're mad, brother.
Nice hole, Billy.
Speaking of holes, anyone
have a sister? Call her up.
- I saw Joey's mom at the mall.
- Saw his mom?
(CONVERSATION
CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
JOEY: You guys better
leave my mom out of this.
I love my mom. And you
can, too, for 12 bucks.
As long as you're not talking about
my mother, everybody's cool.
Alright make yourselves comfortable,
gentlemen. The bar is open.
- Mr. Trotta, why don't you tend the bar?
- Mouthwash?
Yes, mouthwash. Or maybe not.
What's the deal, Billy? You trying
to tell me my breath stinks?
I wasn't saying your breath stinks. Why
do you take everything so personally?
Damn, Hank.
I don't think that smoking when you
have asthma is such a good idea, Snuff.
- Smoking isn't such a good idea, period.
- Gentlemen.
- Here's to Mr. Donoghue.
- Yes, to Phil.
- May he get laid while on the outside.
- Amen.
- This better not be mouthwash.
- Trust me.
(GAGGING, COUGHING)
"Trust me." Asshole.
This is mouthwash.
No, it's not.
Tastes like mouthwash.
What the hell is it?
Four parts 100 proof vodka,
two parts peppermint schnapps
for that mouthwash flavor...
And one part crème de
menthe to make it green.
Damn. You're a sick man.
I hope you know that.
That's the beauty of this concept. It looks
and smells and tastes just like mouthwash.
We can keep liquor in plain
sight in our dorm rooms, right?
And the best part, I sold 8 bottles of
this stuff for 35 bucks apiece.
- We are rich.
- Ooh, brother, you is a genius.
A lunatic, but a genius.
Mix me up another shot. I'll
work on the entertainment.
Man, this stuff is great. It's opening
up my lungs, it's making me breath easier.
Evidently, it's making
you fart easier too.
I didn't fart.
It's the first rule of
prep school etiquette:
When you're in a basement
with no windows, don't fart.
No, the first rule of prep school
etiquette is to pretend you're asleep
when your roommate's beating off.
The first rule of prep school
etiquette is to wait until your
roommate falls asleep before beating off.
Was that a personal remark
directed at me, roommate?
- You choke your chicken. It's yours.
- You slap your monkey all the time.
I can't sleep at night.
- Speaking of beating off.
- (LINE RINGING)
I'll do the talking.
Hello?
(WOMAN'S VOICE ON PHONE)
This is Jennifer. What's your name?
Steve.
Well, hello, Steve. Mmm.
Oh, I like that name.
Oh, tell me what you look like.
Um... well,
I got blond hair...
And, um, I wear an
earring in my left ear.
About five-nine, 150 pounds.
- Did I mention I'm black?
- (EXHALES)
JENNIFER: Sounds very sexy, Steve.
- Oh, I like long, blond hair on a black man.
- (CHUCKLING)
Oh, I also got long, blonde hair.
I'm not black, but I'm
very, very tanned.
I'm wearing black lace bra and panties
that look really hot against my skin.
Oh! Would you like me
to take my bra off?
Yes.
Yes, please.
(LAUGHING)
JENNIFER:
Oh, my nipples are dark red.
Oh, very big, very hard.
Oh! Oh! I'm rubbing my breasts.
Oh, it feels so good.
(MOANING) Steve, I'm running my
hands down over my body now.
Oh! Oh!
- Slipping my thumbs inside my panties.
- Slip 'em in. Slip 'em in.
I'm completely naked except for
black stockings and high heels.
Would you like me to leave
them on or take them off?
Take them off. Now.
On. On. On. Leave them on.
(BABBLING)
Why don't you go ahead
and leave them on?
Oh, Steve, oh, you're so wicked.
- I like it. Oh. Ooh. Oh.
- She likes it. She likes it.
It's so soft, so big.
Oh, I just wanna touch it.
You want me to touch
it, don't you, Steve?
Yes. (CLEARS THROAT)
By all means, touch it.
- Oh, Steve. Oh, my God!
- Touch it, baby, touch it.
- Oh, Steve!
- Outstanding!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Hide it. Everybody move.
Mr. Tepper.
Why am I not surprised?
(LAUGHS) This is ingenious.
Thanks. It was nothing.
What's this?
- Mouthwash?
- Oh, come on, Mr. Tepper.
You expect me to believe you crawled down
to the basement just to drink mouthwash?
- I'm trying to fight plaque.
- Right.
Gingivitis. Tartar buildup.
I got a little...
- Are you alone down here?
- Yes, sir.
- Where's your roommate?
- Up in his room, I guess.
- (SNUFFY SNEEZES)
- Shit.
Watch your mouth.
Come on out, Mr. Bradberry.
You too, Mr. Trotta.
May as well come out.
He was bluffing.
- Gesundheit.
- Thank you.
DEAN: Mr. Giles and
Mr. Montoya, come out now.
Or I'll place a guard on this basement,
have a bed check of the entire school.
Gentlemen, I want you see you
all in my office...
at 9:00 A.M. sharp
tomorrow morning.
Go to your rooms now. Move!
Not you, Billy.
This...
you know, this is really,
really ingenious.
No, noth...
just, uh, put the little...
- Where'd you get this stuff?
- Radio Shack.
Really? Was it expensive?
No, no, I picked it up on sale.
On sale. Good. Here.
- Break it.
- What?
Throw it on the floor. Smash it.
Use your foot.
Come on, come on. Use your foot.
Make believe it's my foot.
Smash it.
(PLASTIC SHATTERING)
That's enough.
Let's go.
(SIREN WAILING)
This is the U.S. Border Patrol!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPANISH CONTINUES)
(GRUNTS)
(SPANISH)
You think you're the first kid to
put liquor in mouthwash bottles?
It was done in my day.
(CHUCKLES)
I might have even done it myself.
(KNOCKING)
Mr. Kouf, Mr. Greenwalt.
Mr. Tepper here sold you a bottle
of mouthwash with vodka in it?
You will not be punished if you
give it to me in five seconds.
Good. Good night.
- Who's next?
- If you're gonna kick me out,
kick me out. Don't make me look
like a narc to my friends.
If we expelled you, that'd make
four prep schools in four years.
You trying for the
guinness book of records?
No, sir.
Should we try this one?
How 'bout this one?
This one? Ah.
Yes.
(KNOCKING)
Mr. Burg, Mr. Zarpas.
Billy Tepper sold you
a bottle of vodka.
You have until the count of
three to hand it out here.
One, two...
- Good. Good night.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Now, where to next?
- You made your point.
I can't fake you out. Fine. I admit it.
Don't put me through this anymore.
I'm sorry, but I will not have
alcohol in my dormitories.
Then I'll get it.
I'll bring it to you.
- How many more are there?
- Eight.
- You better not lie to me.
- Eight.
I believe you. I'll
be in my apartment.
You have ten minutes.
(SIGHS)
Do you think we should expel you?
Do whatever you want. I'm not about
to beg to stay in this school.
If we threw you out, who would you
live with? Your mother or your father?
I don't exactly have a burning desire
to live with either one of them.
Then what's behind this perverse
desire to constantly risk
getting thrown out of school?
You think I set out to get caught?
I don't think you do
it purely for fun.
I was having loads of fun
until you came along.
- Look, should I pack or what?
- Shut up and sit down.
Stop acting like such a tough
guy. It doesn't impress me.
I'm not going to expel you.
Three schools have done that and it's
obviously done nothing for your character.
- Are you listening to me?
- Yes, sir.
I'm gonna do much worse.
I am going to keep you
here until you graduate.
It will probably take
years at this rate.
I might wear you out before then.
Now don't you worry about
wearing me out.
I'm gonna wear you out.
Well?
He wanted to know why I
have such a bad attitude.
Did he kick you out?
No.
He put me on pots and pans
for the rest of the semester.
Could be worse.
Yeah, he could have smashed my
kneecaps with a ball-peen hammer.
God, that fucker. That asshole!
Get up. Get up!
We gotta strike back.
We have to do something
epic tonight...
or else I'm gonna look like a douche
bag to the entire school. Come on.
You were born looking
like a douche bag, Billy.
Come on, Joey. Get dressed!
I don't want to, man. I want to go
to sleep. I wanna dream about Jennifer.
Later.
It was fucking humiliating, man.
- Okay.
- (RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
See, they're up for it.
- You know me, man. I'm always up for it.
- Good.
What am I up for tonight?
I don't know. I'm
thinking about it.
- Fire hoses.
- That's been done.
Cherry bombs in the toilets.
It's too destructive. I mean, that would let
the Dean know that he got under our skin.
No, it's gotta be cooler than that.
It's gotta be something
witty, something elegant.
Why don't you think about
it while I take a nap?
I got it. I got it. Come on.
You'll love this.
(BELL TOLLING)
- (KNOCKING)
- Come in.
Sir, Dr. Gould would like to see
you right away in the quad.
(ALL SHOUTING, HOOTING)
(CROWD QUIETS)
BOY: Check it out. It's the
Headmaster's furniture.
Try not to laugh.
I'm trying.
I mean, just look at this.
The blotter, the pen,
the teacup on my desk.
Everything just as
I left it last night.
You know what I'd
really like to do?
That's to work out here all day.
I don't suppose that would be too
good for discipline, would it?
- I'm afraid not.
- Yes.
- Any idea who did it?
- Very good idea.
Well, don't be too hard on them.
It's much better than...
fire hoses in the chapel or
cherry bombs in the toilet.
(STIFLED LAUGH)
(SIGHS)
- You!
- BOY: Yo, Billy!
And you.
And you two.
You gentlemen have the honor
of returning this furniture
back to its original place.
Pick up that banana.
CROWD: Whoa!
Are there any objections?
- No, sir.
- No, sir.
(MUSIC)
Yeah, sounds cool.
- Hey, taste test.
- Well?
- Hi. Can I help you?
- How you doin'?
We don't want to hurt anybody.
Get in the truck.
(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
- (SCREAMING)
- MAN: Get down!
MAN: Stay on the floor where you
are until we tell you to move.
Don't get up. Don't do anything.
Is that clear?
Hey! Stop! No! Don't hurt him!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
They're looking for Donoghue.
You can threaten me
as much as you like.
The fact remains that officers from the
United States Marshal's Service...
took young Donoghue out
of school yesterday,
and they did not say where
they were taking him.
I have been under a
lot of strain lately,
and I don't have a lot of patience.
If you're lying and he's
here, I will find him...
and I'll kill you.
He's not here.
According to this, you're
telling the truth.
If you continue to do that, you
have nothing to fear from me.
These young men have
done nothing to you.
I realize that.
How could this happen? We pay a
fortune for this kind of information!
We were in transit. They couldn't get
to us. But we might not have a problem.
I think you better
take a look at these.
LUIS: Anderson, Robert.
- Anderson, Robert!
- Here.
Your father is president
of the Tex-peet oil company.
Yes, sir.
Bradberry, Jonathan.
Your father is Stephen Bradberry?
Chairman of the First
Empire Bank of New York?
Yes.
And Vice Chairman of
The Republican Party?
Yes.
- Giles, Henry the Third.
- Yes.
Come here, Giles.
Your father is Representative
Henry Giles Jr.?
Yes.
Chairman of the Armed
Services Committee.
Yes, sir.
Trotta, Joseph.
Your father is Albert
Trotta of New York City.
Yes.
The Albert Trotta?
What's the matter?
Not proud of your father.
No.
- Montoya, Ricardo.
- Yes, sir.
Your father is senior partner
at Johnson, Montoya and Epps?
Yes, sir.
And past president of the
California Bar Association.
Yes, sir.
So tell me, Ricardo.
Are you a Mexican?
Mexican-American.
Do you speak Spanish?
No, not really.
- (SPEAKS SPANISH) Put a bullet in him.
- No, wait!
"Wait" what? You
don't speak Spanish.
I'm sorry. I do speak
a little Spanish.
Hey, don't! Hey, don't do that!
Come on, man.
- Is he a friend of yours?
- Yes, he is.
Well tell your friend he's
lucky I didn't shoot him.
What's your name?
- William Tepper.
- William Tepper.
What does your father do, William?
He's a contractor.
According to this, he owns the third
largest construction company in the world.
Yeah, he's a contractor.
You're not afraid? Hmm?
- Yes, I'm afraid.
- Good.
Don't fuck with me.
(SIGHS)
You're right, Jack. We
don't need Donoghue.
We can play with this.
I want the slick little bastard
that spray painted my car!
Otherwise, I'm gonna start arresting
any of them damn rejects...
that even show their
face in this town!
- I don't think so. Take a look at this.
- Mouthwash.
No. It's vodka.
- One-hundred proof vodka.
- So?
So you got an Uncle that owns that
liquor store down the street.
- Now you wait just a damn minute.
- You wait just a damn minute, Sheriff.
We're gonna make ourselves
a little deal here.
You're gonna forget about who spray
painted your car, and I'm gonna forget...
- Listen if you think...
- Sheriff! Somebody's been shot at the Regis school!
- Come on, Dean.
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SIREN WAILING)
(MAN ON RADIO, INDISTINCT)
It's Frank Ingram.
- What's going on up at the school?
- We don't know.
We get fired on if we try
to get past the gate.
Alright, you two, you get your shotguns,
get down in the back seat of my car
and stay out of sight.
Hey, hey, you don't want to do that.
You want to call the state
police or the F.B.I. or something.
Don't tell me what to do.
I'll call them myself.
(ON BULLHORN)
Now hear this up at the school.
This is the King's County Sheriff.
Hold your fire.
I'm coming up to talk to you.
I'm alone and unarmed.
Hold your fire.
Hold your fire!
(SPEAKING SPANISH) Shoot at the engine.
Prevent them from coming closer.
(RAPID GUNFIRE)
(CAR HORN BLARES)
(HORN BLARING CONTINUES)
(SPANISH) Prepare the antitank.
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH) Fire!
(EXPLODING DEBRIS)
Sheriff, Deputy Assistant
Director Otis Brown.
How you doin'?
Sheriff has agreed to our
assuming jurisdiction.
I've been briefed on the plane.
What's your assessment?
Sir, there's an unknown
number of terrorists...
with .50-caliber machine
guns and antitank rockets.
There's about three miles of
perimeter around the campus
and their weapons can
sweep the whole area.
We've got to get assistance
from the military.
I'll try to get it.
No communication from
the school at all?
None.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPANISH CONTINUES)
Your father's well?
LUIS: He's tired of being in prison.
He's ready to go home.
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC)
I'm glad you could get
here so quickly, Ed.
My pleasure, Otis.
I have troops taking
up observation positions
around the perimeter of the school
and an assault force at a
staging area five minutes away.
Now, my orders are to assist you
with observation and surveillance...
and plan a joint assault
with your people.
That's it, Otis.
Anything else would require
specific orders from the President.
I understand. Let's hope
we never need to ask.
Is it armed?
It is now.
Oh, man!
This is disgusting. They expect us
to eat this? This is dog vomit.
The school gets taken over by terrorists,
and I'm still on pots and pans.
Stop now. Please come outside.
LUIS: Anyone who leaves
this building will be shot.
We will take a head count now
and again in the morning.
If one person is missing...
five of you will be executed.
If two are missing,
ten will be shot.
And so on.
Tomorrow we will begin a
head count every hour...
on the hour.
If all goes well,
you will be allowed
out into the quad.
But every hour on the hour,
you must be in this
room to be counted.
Is that understood?
Second.
You have seen these orange wires running
throughout this building and outside.
These are wired to explosives.
If any one of these wires is cut,
the explosives will
go off automatically.
If any of the individual
explosives are tampered with,
they will explode!
So...
Don't touch the wires.
Don't touch the explosives.
Ninety-two.
- (SHOUTING IN SPANISH) Over there! Stop!
- All right, all right.
- Just do as they say.
- Are you okay? Are you all right?
What are you doing?
Ow. Man, stop.
(MURMURING CONTINUES)
Well, we managed to
stay together anyway.
Yeah, that's my ambition in
life... to die with you guys.
You're the kid they call Yogurt,
right? This is your room?
I'm Derek, and he's Ted,
and yes, this is our room.
Not anymore.
Ah, here we go.
- DEREK: Hey, put that down!
- I guess some things never change.
You have any sleeping
bags, any blankets?
No.
Do you got any food around here,
any candy bars, anything?
- Do you have any more magazines?
- No!
- This your plane, Yogurt?
- Yeah, I made it.
You understand all this
remote control stuff?
Yes, I do.
The thing the leader's got wrapped
around his wrist? You think it'll work?
- Yeah.
- We're well and truly fucked.
I mean they can't rescue us.
We'd all get killed.
- Then they'll pay the ransom.
- Maybe.
We're gonna do something, right?
(SCOFFS)
We can't just sit by and let these
bastards fuck with our lives.
- Do we have a choice?
- Yes.
Um, guys? Could we
change the subject?
I'd like to go to bed
without wetting my pants.
This is F.B.I. Deputy Assistant
Director Otis Brown.
Who am I speaking to?
(ON PHONE) This is Dr. Robert
Gould, the Head... Headmaster.
Look, all the boys are here.
They're all alive and in good health.
They're frightened, of course.
- Tell them about the explosives.
- What?
Explosives.
Oh, yes. There are
explosives all over the campus.
He says that if the wires
are cut, they'll blow up.
And he has a remote
control device...
attached by tape to
the back of his hand.
He says he can blow the school
up by pressing a button.
It is true.
And I will not hesitate.
If you attack the school, my men will
begin shooting students until you stop.
But if by some miracle,
you kill all of my men,
whatever happens, I will still
have time to press the button...
and every one of us will die.
I am releasing the faculty.
One of them will be carrying a
complete list of my demands.
These are non-negotiable.
If you do not produce
my father unharmed,
I will begin executing
the hostages.
I'm sure by now you have discovered
who these students are...
and who their parents are.
"Rejects." I assume the
students did this.
Yes.
Over half the student body consists
of boys that have been expelled
from other prep schools.
- Hence the nickname.
- I see.
No, you don't see.
My boys, many of them have a
real problem with authority.
There's no telling what they might
do in a situation like this.
That could damn well
get 'em killed.
Exactly.
There's one boy in particular.
GENERAL KRAMER: Here they come.
It's a body.
DEAN: I think it's Jesse Miller,
the chemistry teacher.
Do you think it's true...
about the explosives?
Would he be willing to blow himself
up along with everyone else?
BROWN: I think he'd be willing to do
anything if he doesn't get his father back.
Anything.
BILLY: Can't sleep, huh?
Nope.
Yeah, me neither.
None of us can sleep, especially
with you two yapping.
Billy, we gotta do something.
Yeah, we can be cool and
wait to be rescued.
BILLY: Anybody know morse code?
With that light and a mirror, we
could send signals back and forth.
No, Billy! Nobody knows morse code.
For Christ's sakes.
SNUFFY: Well, we got the
perfect number for poker.
Anybody got a deck of cards?
- You can't smoke in the dorms.
- (CHUCKLING)
What are they gonna
do, kick me out?
Shut up, you guys.
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)
Shut the door, go to sleep!
Hey, Joey, shut the door.
Shut the door.
There's one of them
at the end of the hall.
Yeah?
So we make some noise
and we get him in here.
And then we jump him.
Then what?
Billy, he's got a fuckin' machine gun.
With a fucking machine gun...
- we could shred these fuckers!
- Hey. Joey.
You know, this machine gun stuff must
run in mafia families.
- You son of a bitch!
- Joey! Ow! Joey!
- Come on, get up.
- That was a joke, okay?
I'm your friend. I can call
you a fucking wop if I want to.
Quiet.
- They're crazy.
- BILLY: Kiss and make up.
I'm sorry, man.
Just don't call me
a wop, all right?
Sure. Is it okay if I
call you an asshole?
Sure. Asshole, dickhead. Whatever.
Fuck face.
All right, enough of this
machine gun stuff, Joey.
Oh, okay, mom.
You think of a better idea.
- You wanna know what we should do?
- ALL: No.
We need to find out everything about
these guys who are holding us.
How many of them there are, what kind of
guns they have, all that stuff.
Then we need to get that
information to the outside world.
Then they can get in and rescue us.
I think it's a very cool idea. Let's do it.
That sounds like a lot of effort
for a group of underachievers.
And the difference is, if the Dean
catches you, he doesn't kill you.
- Look, are you with me or not?
- Why even...
of course we're with you, man.
But if you get us shot,
we're gonna be pissed.
Parents of the hostages being held at the
Regis school have been arriving all day
and are being urged by F.B.I.
Officials to stay at a local motel.
We'll try and talk with some
of the parents. Excuse me.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
BOY 1: Jerry, come on, man.
This way.
BOY 2: Hey, bring that back.
Now this, gentlemen, this object
I'm holding here is called...
well, some of you may have seen one of
these before. It's called a book.
You may have seen
one on television.
Fellas, it's over here, the ball's over here.
Thank you very much.
Don't pay any attention to them.
Sooner or later,
they'll all be gone.
Oh, yes, but this book...
will be important... forever.
Guard.
Hey, Gube. Heard you brought a breakfast
tray up to the lookouts in west hall.
- Yeah.
- What room were they in?
- They were in the infirmary.
- How many?
- Two.
- What kind of stuff do they have?
What do you mean? What stuff?
- Guns, grenades. That kind of stuff.
- Man, they had tons of it.
All kinds. A big machine gun.
Wait a minute. I'm not gonna
get in trouble for this, am I?
Don't be a wuss, Gube. Describe
the machine gun.
Why don't you send your troops in
there and shoot the sons of bitches?!
You are crazy. Just shut up.
Did you realize that the head
of the New Jersey mafia...
is here in this room?
I see him.
Knowing that,
you let him send his
son to your school?
Of course.
It's not the boy's fault
who his father is.
The F.B.I. advises parents
to pay the ransom.
So why don't you just give
the guy what he wants?
In the first place, the F.B.I.
has no such policy.
But beyond that, your sons
haven't been kidnapped.
They're being held hostage
by a gang of terrorists.
As we know, it's United
States policy...
not to accede to terrorist demands.
Well that policy is gonna have to change!
We'll go to the White House if we have to!
My family isn't rich. We don't
have influence at the White House.
My son is on a full
scholarship to the school.
So is mine.
We should talk to the press. Why should
our kids suffer alongside the rich kids?
Nobody should go to
the White House.
Certainly nobody should
talk to the press.
Now look, I know how much of
a strain this is,
but you could be putting your
sons in even greater danger.
So please... please let the
experts handle this.
(BELL TOLLING)
JACK: 80, 81, 82,
83, 84, 85,
86, 87,
88, 89,
90, 91, 92.
Back outside now, please.
WOMAN ON TV: Beyond saying there is an
adequate number,
I'm not prepared to comment.
MAN: Are the hostages
safe at this time?
The hostages are obviously in
a very dangerous situation...
and will be so until
they are released.
Everybody's accounted for.
MAN: Are negotiations in progress
now with the terrorists?
WOMAN: This administration has
never waivered from the policy
that the United States must never
give in to the demands of terrorists.
To do so would only encourage
more hostage taking.
Well, we'll see.
(STUDENTS CHATTERING)
- Hey, man, I'm supposed to...
- We know.
- Be careful, man.
- You bet.
I'm supposed to take this
to your guys upstairs.
(HAWKING)
Lunch.
Enjoy.
(COUGHING)
We got two guards
in the bell tower,
two more in the attic
of Fisher Hall.
There's two in the infirmary and
two more on the roof of West Hall.
That's eight.
Okay, three in the quad makes 11, and
the leader in the office is 12.
His name is Luis Cali.
And the three guys in the quad...
that's Jorge, Ruiz and Carlos.
That's right. You do speak
a little Spanish.
Don't forget the American
guy with the glasses.
BILLY: That makes 13. This man, here.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
- You know Vinny?
- Vinny.
The F.B.I.'s crawling all over me. I
didn't even wanna use a pay phone.
- You seen the news?
- Yeah, of course.
This Enrique Cali... the
old man who's in prison.
Now he's been around. We've
done business with him.
I know the Bars brothers
are in with him very big.
So is Dino Frenetti
and his boy Micky.
All right. I want you to
reach out to them fast.
Tell them to get to the old
man and explain about my son.
All right. It's done, right away.
The kid hates me.
Albert, hey, hey.
Kids are kids. They go
through, uh, a stage.
They're ashamed of us.
Hey, it's just a phase.
No, it's different with Joey.
He really hates me.
But what can I do?
I love him... and I
want him out of there.
- It's done. Right away, okay?
- Go ahead.
SNUFFY: Billy, we've got enough to do
without you thinking up more ideas.
BILLY: Excuse me, I'm having a
private conversation with Yogurt.
Billy!
So Yogurt... this is the chip that sends
the radio signals to the plane?
YOGURT: Right.
And it's the same kind of chip that
he's got in the garage door opener
thing wrapped around his wrist,
the one that controls the explosives?
Well, it should be. I mean, all
chips aren't standardized.
Well then if we could somehow
switch these chips,
then we would control
the bombs with this
and he would just control the
plane with his wrist deal.
- Right.
- Don't be ridiculous.
First of all, the guy's got the remote
control tied around his wrist all the time.
- How you gonna get it?
- I think he has a point.
No, he could be knocked out.
There's no way that anybody could
knock him out without giving him time
to press the button. And his men
would just shoot you if you did.
BILLY: Maybe.
HANK: Even if you could get it,
why switch the chips?
You can just take the thing
and flush it down the toilet.
We're getting the information out.
I guess we're doing all we can do.
What do you think of this?
BILLY: Is it legible?
Only if you know how to read.
I told you the searchlight
would be important.
That's great, Joey.
"If you know how to read."
Of course, the reverse
is also true.
What the hell do you mean,
"The reverse is also true"?
What I mean is if you
take the other chip...
the receiving chip
out of the plane,
then you can replace it with the
receiving chip from the detonator.
Oh, yeah, that's wonderful.
Now all we have to do is get Cali
out of the Headmaster's office,
which he hardly ever leaves,
sneak past the guard,
switch the chips without
setting off the bombs...
and then get out
without being seen.
That's right. That's it exactly.
I was attempting to be sarcastic.
Well you shouldn't have been. You
should have been writing it down.
Stop it, Billy. You're
beginning to scare me.
84, 85, 86, 87, 88,
89, 90, 91, 92.
Take 'em out.
You may go outside now.
I'd like to see the sophomore
class by the bench, please.
BOY: Reggie. Over here, man.
Come on.
You got till exactly 45 minutes past
the hour to get back to the trees.
- That's the big hand on the little nine.
- I'll be there.
- Wait until they look the other way.
- Okay.
- Ready?
- Ready.
- Watch yourself, man.
- BOY: Kick the ball!
(BOYS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
BOY: All right.
Roosevelt represented a
profoundly different view...
of the role of the
federal government.
- Start it up.
- All right. Looks good to me.
- (ENGINE REVVING)
- All right, pick it up. Get it ready.
Let her go.
A view that, uh, troubled
the government...
in economic life...
- You really can fly it, huh, Derek?
- (ENGINE REVVING)
Oh, sh...
- Oh.
- Oh, shit.
- Oh, dear.
- (ALL GASPING)
Hey, you...
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC)
Be on the alert.
Shut it down now.
(SPANISH) Jorge, give it to me.
BOY: Man, come on!
Hands on your head!
Oh, great. Look.
I'm from the school.
Here's all the information you
need about the people who are holding us.
Be careful with it.
We're all fine so far.
- Nice outfit. I gotta run.
- You gotta wait for the boss.
I gotta get back before
somebody knows I'm gone!
Look, I'm on a schedule here!
Look kid, I'm sorry, but you're not going
anywhere until we check you out.
You have a student named Tepper?
Yes. Billy Tepper. I've been
waiting for something from him.
- Just keep him there.
- What's he done?
There's a helicopter
on the pad outside.
If he is one of your boys, go get
him and bring him back here.
Roosevelt, by using the radio,
was able to speak to
the American people...
(HEADMASTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(SPANISH)
This is coffee.
Even if you are who you say you are, we
cannot let you go back. They'd kill you.
That's my problem. I can make it.
I've gotta go right now.
- Billy.
- You gotta get me out of here, sir.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You know this kid?
- Yes, of course.
They're gonna shoot five
kids if I don't go back.
They're gonna shoot
you if you do go back.
I can make it. You know
I can't lie to you.
You gotta know I'm
telling you the truth.
I believe you. Let him go.
I cannot accept that
responsibility.
DEAN: Let him go.
Get him! Stop the kid before
he gets himself killed.
Any second now.
(BEEPING)
- (BEEPING STOPS)
- (SPANISH)
Where the hell is he?
He'll be here. He'll be here.
Oh, geez!
He's got a minute.
Oh, shit!
- (BELL CHIMING)
- Please, God.
(MAN OVER RADIO, INDISTINCT)
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
- What do we do?
- Well can we wait?
Damn! It's already too late, man.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
JACK: 71, 72, 73,
74, 75, 76, 77,
78, 79, 80, 81,
82, 83, 84, 85, 86...
get back in line!
I already counted you.
87, 88, 89, 90, 91.
- It's still 91.
- Count them again.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(SPANISH) Two helicopters
are coming towards us.
Okay. (SPANISH) Open fire and
prevent them from getting closer.
JACK: One, two, three,
four, five...
86, 87, 88...
89, 90, 91.
(WHISPERING)
We got one boy missing.
I told you what would happen
if one of you escaped.
(SHOUTING)
Did you think I was kidding?
You first.
Let's go. Face against
the wall. Come on.
You too.
You!
(SHOUTING) You! Get over there!
And you. Run.
- Run.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
I was in the shower.
I didn't hear the bell ring.
He's wet.
- I'm sorry.
- So he is.
- Come with me. Come with me.
- I'm sorry.
Okay, let's go. Get back
in line. It's all over.
Come on! Go!
Okay, let's go. Come on.
Come on. Go.
My father sent me to a school
that looked a lot like this one.
A military academy in Pennsylvania.
Perhaps you've heard of it...
the Armitage School?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
You really have no sense
of discipline, do you?
Look, I'm sorry about the
shower thing. I promise...
Oh, shit.
- This is how they taught me discipline,
- Oh, shit.
- And believe you me,
- (GRUNTS)
- I learned.
- (GROANING)
This basement the kid is talking
about, it's not on the plans.
It exists. I've been in it.
There used to be a building right
here behind where the kitchen is.
That's a subbasement
in that building.
There's no building
directly above it then.
That's right.
So if the hostages were
in the basement...
and the buildings blew up,
they'd probably survive.
That building was built in 1881.
They built to last back in those days.
What about the explosives?
Well, it's interesting what the kid says
about switching the chips in
the remote control receiver.
- Could it work?
- It's very possible.
I wouldn't wanna take the responsibility
for letting the kid try this, but...
it could work.
Take it easy... It's over.
Washington has authorized
me to make a deal.
KRAMER: What are we giving them?
Whatever it takes to
get the hostages free.
We have a shot at a
successful assault here.
We know the location
of every terrorist.
The kid can get the other
students out of the line of fire.
What kid? This kid has been
kicked out of two schools.
- No, three schools.
- Three schools.
Come on. All of this is unreliable.
Well, that's not really true. I may not
rely on Billy getting to class on time,
but I would rely on this.
- Why?
- Because he's got guts. He's a leader.
You can see that he's, uh,
thought this thing through.
Now, if Billy says he can do it...
I gotta believe he can.
If everything goes perfect...
could we guarantee no
casualties among the hostages?
Guarantee? No, of course not.
Then our orders are to cut a deal.
That's unacceptable.
The demands in my letter
must be followed exactly.
I'll have to go back
to my superiors.
- We'll need... time to discuss this.
- I understand.
In recognition of your
willingness to negotiate,
the execution scheduled for 5:00
P.M. today will be postponed.
However... if we have not concluded
a deal by 5:00 P.M. tomorrow,
there will be no further delays.
We won.
(PRISONERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
We just got a message
from Albert Trotta.
Trotta's kid, Joey, goes
to the Regis school.
He naturally wants him out.
And he'd be a good guy
to have owe us a favor.
Give me something to write with.
Give this message to my son.
They're receiving another message.
(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH OVER RADIO)
(MAN OVER RADIO STOPS)
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- It's the Headmaster.
How you feeling?
Okay.
Come to my office,
will you, Mr. Trotta?
- They want to see you.
- Why?
I don't think they mean you
any harm. I'll go with you.
- It's all right.
- Okay.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(PATS DESK)
We're letting you go.
- What?
- You're free to go.
These men will take you
to the main entrance.
All you have to do is
walk down the driveway.
Why me?
Because we respect your father.
Fuck my father...
and fuck you!
I'm not going anywhere
without my friends.
Oh, yes, you are.
Don't fight him! Just go!
Ow! Oh!
- (GUARD SPEAKS SPANISH)
- Let go of me!
(BOTH SHOUTING)
Okay, okay, all right.
I'm going. I'm going.
Joey! No! Joey!
Let me go!
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
- Jorge! (SPANISH)
- BILLY: Let me go!
Joey! Joey!
Oh, you fucker!
- You son of a bitch!
- Okay!
(SPANISH) Bring him inside!
Get in the room!
Inside, let's go.
(SPANISH)
Please wait there.
It is very important that
you explain to them...
that we did not want
to kill this boy.
We were releasing him, in fact.
But he suddenly attacked my men and
they were forced to shoot him.
I would like to see the Headmaster
and the other students, please.
Not possible.
Then release the Headmaster
and take me instead.
No.
It is very important
that you tell them...
we did not intend to kill
this boy. It was an accident.
It wouldn't have happened if you
hadn't come here in the first place!
It wouldn't have happened if the American
government hadn't kidnapped my father!
Now, we will leave as soon as
my father is returned to me.
You tell them that.
You tell them that this one was an
accident, but the next one won't be.
They're gonna hunt you down,
you know that, don't you?
They'll eventually find you,
and then they will kill you.
You Americans always say that...
but you never actually do it.
God, I am sorry.
It's a lie... this stuff
about an accident.
- I don't believe it.
- Well, it's what they claim.
How does a kid have an accident that
gets him shot with a machine gun?
I don't know.
These people are grown-ups,
not like my son.
It's time they found out there's
no such thing as an accident.
(SNIFFLING)
(PRISONERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(CELL RELEASE ALARM BUZZING)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(SHOUTING STOPS)
BROWN: The President has
waived Posse Comitatus,
and we have orders to proceed
with the assault as planned.
Our assault teams are to move out to the
helicopters and stand by, Sargent Major.
BROWN: Cut the power to the campus and
jam everything... radio, TV, microwave.
- I want an absolute and total blackout.
- What's going on?
Yesterday your boy Billy Tepper suddenly
appeared on our side of the wire.
How'd he do that?
There's an old storm drain on the
east edge of the campus right there.
It's got bars on it, but the boys
always manage to get through.
- What's happening?
- Could you show our explosives expert
how to get through that drain?
Of course. What's happening?
Enrique Cali was just
murdered in prison.
As soon as Luis Cali finds out
about his father's death,
he'll start killing hostages. He
could very well blow up the school.
We've got no choice.
We have to go in.
KRAMER: Now we're doing everything
we can, but I gotta tell you,
the casualties could be high unless
your boy does what he says he can do.
- DEAN: He'll try.
- He better.
- Billy, wake up.
- I'm awake.
That's the signal. They're going
to attack and they want our help.
They're crazy. What the hell do they think
we can do? We'll get everybody killed.
- This was your idea.
- It's too late to back out now.
No, it isn't.
They're depending on
us to do what we said!
Well, they'll stop depending on
us when we don't answer.
You asshole! Give me that!
Get off me!
Maybe it was a mistake
to follow your plan,
but we did because
you wanted us to.
Now it's too late to back out. We
can't back out and neither can you.
I've been a major fuckup my
whole life. I'll get you all killed.
Come on, man.
I'm sorry. The cuts on your back.
Forget about the cuts on my back.
God, that's the least of our problems right now.
Your plan is just as good now as it was
yesterday when we thought it was great.
- We were wrong yesterday.
- No, stop this, Billy!
You got us into it.
You gotta get us out.
If you say, "we have to do it for Joey,"
I'm gonna fucking puke.
We don't have to tell
you why. You know why.
You're fucking morons.
You know that, don't you?
You're fucking morons.
That's why we hang with you, Billy.
- We're really gonna do this?
- You bet.
All right, we got a lot of
work to do, especially you.
Me?
(SWITCH CLICKING)
Are you there? What
are you trying to do?
You see, there's been a power
failure affecting the whole county.
- They're working on it.
- I see.
Well you have exactly one
hour to fix the power.
Then I kill one hostage every
15 minutes until it's back on.
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
All right now, just relax.
Try and act casual.
The next guy comes out of the
bathroom, you two go, all right?
When you come out of the storm drain,
if you stay to the right
as you go up the hill,
you'll be under cover until you
get to this point right here.
You know, it would be a lot easier
if I went along with you.
I'm sorry, sir.
We can't let you do that.
We'll be fine with the map.
Hey, you guys all set?
If there's any problem,
just turn off the water.
- Okay.
- Come on.
You sure this goes to the
Headmaster's office?
How do you think I broke in to get
the Headmaster's furniture out?
How do you think I got
the algebra final?
Geez Louise, Yogurt, you'd think we were
going to defuse a bomb or something.
- (SIGHS)
- It was a joke, Yogurt. Lighten up.
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(WHEEZING, GAGGING)
Hey, man, are you okay?
Get his medicine!
Come on, quick. Out of the way.
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
- (GUARD, LUIS SPEAKING SPANISH) Boss!
- What do you want?
One of the students has a
problem, you should come.
I don't know, he can't breath.
All right, now what?
- Alright, you see that box?
- Yeah.
No, no, no! That's the detonator.
Don't touch that box.
It's the other box... the blue box.
The one with the light on it.
That's the remote control
receiver. Take the casing off.
Do any of your men have medical
training? This boy's very sick.
(INHALING)
All right, what now?
All right, all right,
very, very carefully...
take the red chip out
of the receiver.
Okay.
- There is no red chip.
- There must be.
Well, I'm sorry, there isn't.
There's a blue chip the same size as
the red chip, but there's no red chip.
That must be it then.
Well, is it or isn't it?
I don't know.
This boy has a history of medical
problems. You can see how sick he is.
You must call an ambulance.
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
(WHEEZING, GASPING)
Okay, it should just slide in now.
(INHALING)
(SIGHS)
- (DOOR LATCH OPENING)
- Oh, shit!
Watch out. I'm coming up.
Damn it. I can't just wait here.
SOLDIER: Prepare to engage targets.
Confirm target acquisition.
- Targets are up.
- Fire.
He's got a history of asthma.
(SIGHS) Oh.
- I'm feeling a little better, sir.
- Good, good.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
- BOY: What was that?
- (SPANISH) What was that?
Hello! Hello!
(GASPS)
(SPANISH) Hello! Hello! Hello!
It's not gonna work.
They jammed the radios.
Okay, Jack. (SPANISH)
Go take a look!
(GRUNTING)
Shh. Listen.
Do you hear water running?
Yes.
Oh, good. I thought we
were in trouble. Move.
There. Now that wasn't
so hard, was it?
I got him. I got him. I got him!
Hit him, Yogurt!
Come on, Yogurt. Hit him!
Oh, forget it. We're
jamming the radios.
Help me get to the Headmaster's
office... to the detonator...
Let's go.
Are you supposed to be here?
Yeah, I'm on pots and pans.
"Pozanpans"? What is "Pozanpans"?
No, pots and pans.
When they wanna give a kid a
really terrible job for punishment,
they give him pots and pans.
I have to wash this
shit after every meal.
- Pots and pans.
- Yeah, pots and pans.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(SPANISH) Did you hear that?
(SPANISH) Take that! Come with me!
Come on! Let's go!
Everybody in the kitchen!
- Everybody in the kitchen!
- Move, move!
Come on, come on! Move!
Move, move, move, move!
Go.
Hurry it up! Come on, get in.
(GUNFIRE)
(SPANISH) Stay outside!
- (BOYS CHATTERING)
- Shh! Shh!
Shh! Shh!
Ruiz!
Jorge!
(GASPS)
Jorge?
Get up!
(GUNFIRE)
(GRUNTS)
SOLDIER: Hold your fire.
He's got a hostage!
(SPANISH)
No one is allowed in here!
Wait.
- Oh, God.
- (SPANISH) Careful, Lukas!
- (SHOUTS)
- I'm sorry.
(BANGING AT DOOR)
BILLY: Don't.
- What'll happen if he pulls out the wires?
- The bombs will go off. Shoot him.
(DOOR EXPLODING INWARD)
(SCREAMING)
BILLY: Are you all right?
Yeah.
I'm sorry I was such
an asshole to you.
I mean, now that you saved
my life and everything.
Oh, it's okay. I never
took it personally.
Good.
Hey, congratulations.
You came through.
You just might graduate
in this lifetime.
Does that mean I'm
off pots and pans?
Oh, no. You don't think you're
gonna get off that easy, do you?
Huh? (LAUGHING)
(BOYS LAUGHING, CHATTERING)
Hey, have you guys seen Billy?
Hey, have you seen Billy?
- Where can he be?
- Hey! Hey! Here's an ambulance.
(SIREN WAILS)
Is Billy Tepper in there?
He's not in there.
SNUFFY: No one's seen Billy?
- Where is he, man?
- BILLY: Hey! Hey!
Billy!
- (LAUGHING)
- How ya doin'?
Hey, guys. Hey, Derek.