"(Spanish sermon)" "(Spanish sermon)" "Good eveining my friend..." "It has come to my attention the plan is that forces are coming to your country very soon." "The forces from my government." "This information begs to question your motives, senior." "Question whatever you like." "They are the facts." "You and your interests will be destroyed." "Very well, if the American's want a end to their drug wars," "I'll give it to them." "But the attack will be nothing less then a global embarrassment." "I understand your feelings, that's why I thought it was important we talk." "Now if you'll excuse me, my friend." "This doesn't make sense." "I've followed every procedure possible." "It's not going away." "I'm calling the General." "But it's a mistake." "I mean, it's in Columbia, for crying out loud." "We don't have silos down there." "The Gerneral's gonna kill us if this is a false alarm." "Call the General, now!" "All set?" "Keep an eye on it, buddy." "Yes, sir." "Well this better work, Traner." "You hear me?" "You hear me?" "Look, I don't know why the DOD stuck me with you." "I got a shit load of important people here tonight." "So I better not look like an idiot." "Yeah, we've all seen that before." "What?" "I said, it's been a real chore, but everything looks like it's ready to go." "Good." "Hey, Sandra, how are you?" "Chloe." "Vince." "You know I'm not so sure I like the new you." "How can you tell me you're having half as much fun with that idiot as we had, huh?" "Jealous, such a predictable reaction from you." "I'm surprised to see you out celebrating tonight, Vincent." "Shouldn't you be hard at work whacking your way into some secret computer?" "It's called hacking, Chloe." "I bet you knew that." "No, it seems the inferior skills of today's programmers just... have spoiled it for me." "Use the Millennium as an excuse to evolve, Vince." "Junvenile prankster thing." "Major turn off." "Come on, let's go." "Here we go." "Here we go, ladies and gentleman." "The moment we've all been waiting for." "The beginning of the new Millennium, the first New Years Eve celebration aboard the International Space Station." "And five... four, three, two, one." "Happy New Year!" "You're sweeter then sugar, baby." "I wonder what else is on?" "Look at all of you." "You're the hottest." "How do you like it?" "You're sweeter then sugar, baby." "And Ken's been a bad boy." "You're sweethe then sugar, baby." "Traner!" "You're dead, asshole!" "Hey, it was a joke Sweeter then sugar." "I was kidding." "Grab him." "Oh, my God!" "Let's not be stupid now." "Do you want to do this?" "You don't have the balls for this." "Vince!" "My car!" "You little prick!" "We'll take him from here, sir." "She handles a little loose in the corner, man." "See ya." "If this little shit show comes back as one of your practical jokes." "You'll serve your full sentence in the worst hell hole I can find." "Yes sir." "Shit!" "This thing showed up at twenty two hundred hours, our time" "That's midnight in Columbia." "A silo triggered by the first minute of the new year." "That sounds suspiciously like a Y2K malfunction." "Wouldn't you say?" "The only reason the Defense Department spared you a prison cell was that you were supposed to solve the Y2K problem." "Isn't that right, Vincent?" "Yes, I don't know whey everybody's pointing the finger." "At you?" "Well, let me see." "How about I hack into purchasing and requisition of chopper to take you and my slacker buddies snow boarding for the weekend." "I was after some Virgin powder." "Or maybe I redirect a surveillance satellite to broadcast a White Zombie concert to the University auditorium." "That was a special live performance." "Eighteen minutes, it sold out." "Look, I had enough of your shit, Vincent!" "Good damnit!" "Now, just tell me that this is one of your stupid pranks and let's all get home to bed." "Instead of me calling DC and having to wake up the Commander in chief for Christ's sake!" "It's not me." "General, it's agreeing to accept the stand down code." "Thanks God for that." "Find the proper code and shut it down right away." "Yes, we tried that, sir." "None of the current codes are working." "The computer assures us the codes are known only to Coco Leo." "Coco what?" "Who the hell is that?" "From what I seen, all the fail-safes are blocked." "This thing has a real hard on for that Coco Leo." "It's going to take me a few days to crack through this one." "It appears to be a Townsend class system like the Stratus silos of the 60's." "If it isn't Y2K glitch, the calendar is going to reset to when it was first programmed." "Although this computer is too smart to go around looking the 1900's." "You know what I think?" "I think it's going to look for the first person who knew to have the deactivations codes." "Here's the target now." "Moscow." "Well we could've put money on that." "Get me the Director of the CIA!" "Excuse me, sir." "There's a General Seward on the line for you" "Yes, General." "I'm sorry to ruin the festivities, Director Blanchard, but I was wondering if you could answer me a quick question." "Yeah, shoot." "Do you remember in our government's last administration who held the code name Coco Leo?" "You picked a rather awkward time for trivia, General." "What's going on?" "Well it's just that our screens here indicate that in thirty two hous time one of our nasty little red birds is gonna launch itself from the Colombian jungles and take out Moscow." "Unless of course it gets to chat with it's old pal Coco Leo." "I was hoping that you, or somebody that you know, could wake up Mr. Leo and tell him that he has a phone call." "Hello?" "Are you there, sir?" "Yes, I'm here." "Coco Leo, as I recall, was Richard Nixon." "Richard Nixon?" "I see." "A pair of jacks..." "a possible straight." "Jacks bet." "Jacks check." "Up to you Harold." "Harold passes." "Col.?" "You have some visitors here to see you, sir." "Oh, good we have some knew players." "Sit down." "It's a twenty dollar buy in and we don't take credit." "Unless it's passed with my girlfriend over here." "Sit down." "Co. we have a urgent situation." "Look, we have no business together." "Let's just sit down and play poker." "Now sit." "sit." "New players." "Where are you guys from?" "Your presence is urgently requested at NORAD, sir." "NORAD, eh?" "Sounds complicated." "We're ordered to track down the three designers of a very particular defense silo." "Oh, so you started at the top with me, huh?" "Actually, you were the last stop, sir." "The others have passed on." "Passed on, makes sense." "Please, sir." "The details of this request are time consuming, and time it a extremely sensitive issue at this moment." "How's the coffee at NORAD these days?" "Hot and non stop, sir." "In that case." "What are we waiting for?" "Crystal Palace, this is Sierra Victory Four." "Entering target area." "I roger that, Victory Four." "Commencing photo reckon of target." "Attempting lower altitude for close-up." "Something's fading me." "I'm getting a reading here." "I got a monkey on my tail!" "Got a..." "Man down." "Repeat." "Man down." "General Seward?" "Yeah." "Mr. Fairchild." "Nice to see you again." "And you." "Director Blanchard sends his regards." "In all due respect, sir." "From this point on" "I'll be taking full command of this operation." "Good." "We've been waiting for you." "Please take the floor." "Listen up, everyone." "This is Richard Fairchild from the CIA." "The missile installation that we're dealing with belongs to Central Intelligence as does the war head and the missile inside." "A marine team has been ordered to meet at a specified check point in four hours." "My job is to cooperate with you to the fullest of my abilities." "And to gather all the resources available to regain control of our silo." "Any questions?" "Yes, what's preventing a air strike beyond it's radar range?" "That's not a option, General." "Next question." "Oh, just wait a minute." "Just what kind of poison did you guys stuff down the throat of this thing?" "That's clasified for the moment, General." "Carry on." "The only way to reach the silo's computer is by land." "We go in, convince the computer what year it is and then program the current deactivation codes." "Now which one of you is our Y2K specialist?" "I prefer hacker." "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" "Oh, we have plenty." "Sit down." "Col. Shannasy." "Perhaps you have something consturive to add." "First, let me start by saying..." "I'm sure Mr. Fairchild will back me up on this." "We're all a bunch of fucked bunnies." "That silo is impenetrable." "With reinforced steel and concerte." "Ten times bigger then that of the White House." "Nobody's going to get in there." "This is a fully automated, multi layered self defense system." "The computer it predicts all offensive strategies and without the proper stand down codes, it considers everyone the enemy." "Of course five years ago, two days ago, it would be pretty relatively simple to fix with the help of Flash Gordon over there." "But, without those codes in launch mode anybody who's heading down there will be sacrificial lambs." "Of course, there is one solution, the only solution." "A nuke to completely mess up all the poison inside that missile" "We'll end this thing in one clean sweep." "Now I don't follow trends, but nuclear destruction doesn't have the same appeal it had in my day." "With no God to obey or fear, it's completely on it's own." "With obviously destructive intentions." "Thank you, Col for that inspired evaluation." "Col., your knowledge of the security system will be invaluable" "Welcome aboard, sir." "And I applaud your courage." "Courage?" "What?" "Oh, look, I'm flattered by your invitation." "But there is no way I'm going to go back down there." "Not a chance." "I second that motion." "I'll be outside, see you shortly." "Everyone out." "Now!" "Out!" "You two." "Stay." "Wit all due respect, General, my responsibility ended when I handed over those keys to that place." "Yeah, and my contract doesn't say..." "Contract?" "Wow, wait a minute." "You two, just be quiet a minute." "In the first place, you don't have a contract, Vincent" "You have a sentence." "And until that computer is fixed, your balls are in the firm grasp of Mr. Fairchild." "Do you understand that?" "Now, when you come back, assuming everything goes well as far as I'm concerned you're a free man." "Fine." "Grab your gear, report to Fairchild." "Now." "You're the key to this whole thing I know you know that." "I'm sure you know exactly what kind of global mess we'll have on our hands if that bird flies." "Oh, it will." "It can't damnit." "It can't." "Look, I want you to get on the most available vehicle." "It's your duty as an American." "Oh, man." "Look, Col. I don't give into threats, take ultimatums." "I don't except bribes, and more importantly, I don't make deals." "So tell me," "What's it going to take to get you down there?" "Tiger one, this is Tiger Two, we're on target and on schedule." "ETA for assertion, forty seven minutes." "Roger that." "So, Morgan." "Did you stick it to them or what?" "It's kind of complicated." "Oh, come on, I won't tell no one." "I'll tell you when we get back." "I'll hid you to that." "Thanks." "Funny..." "Hey, mind if I ask you a question?" "What's US missile silo's doing in the Colombian mountains?" "No, I don't mind." "Oh, come on, Fairchild." "He's part of the team." "Tell him." "Tell him about the Mighty Few." "Oh, God." "In 1969, the CIA learned that there were KGB agents sent to the United States with pieces of nuclear warhead." "Once assembled, they could wipe us out from the inside." "So we decided to create the ultimate deterrent..." "The Mighty Few." "Twelve silos strategically placed in differenet parts of the world." "Even if the United States was wiped out, a day and a half later." "The Soviet Union will be annihilated." "Those twelve silos, this is the only one that malfunctioned?" "How come?" "I guess we'll find that out when we get there, won't we?" "What ever happened to diplomacy?" "World peace?" "The U.N.?" "Well it's kind of like Global high stakes poker game." "No shit?" "The United States has got more aces up their sleeves then anybody else." "The Mighty Few are only known to top CIA officials like myself and the President." "The military has too may leaks." "The full affect of the silo's only works when there existence remains uncertain." "How big are these nukes?" "They are nukes, right?" "Not exactly." "You two'll want to use this stuff." "The bugs down here you're a walking Big Gulp." "They'll stick you and suck you dry." "Use the whole can if you want." "It's only mosquito repellent, Col." "Marines have a heightened concern about Malaria down here." "Here." "No, thank you." "I lived down here for ten year," "I made a pack with the mosquitoes." "They don't bothere me, and I don't bother them." "It's your skin." "Don't say I didn't warn you." "Tiger Two we're at drop point." "Prepare for team insertion." "Just hook this thing to my waist?" "Yeah, remember you control your descent with the rope, okay." "Yeah." "Okay, Morgan it's show time." "Let's go, let's go!" "Let's go!" "All right, ladies." "Hook them up." "Let's go!" "Come on." "Hook them up." "Let's do it." "Remember, you control the descent of the rope." "You got it?" "Yeah!" "Okay." "It's a long way down!" "Yeah it is." "Go ahead." "Okay!" "My line!" "My line's stuck!" "Let go of your slack." "I can't." "Let go of your slack!" "What!" "Welcome to my world, geek." "Now move out!" "Okay, it's about a three hour hike from here, this is not a walk in the park, gentleman." "This jungle is hostile, so stay alert." "Can I see the map?" "Certainly." "This doesn't seem to be the route I remember, you know." "It's been twenty years, pal." "I respect and I admire your knowledge about the silo." "But when it comes to these sticks," "I'd prefer if you let me make the decision, sir." "I hope you understand." "You got it." "Thank you, sir." "All right, move out." "Let's move it." "All right, all right, let's move out." "Come on, ladies." "What is this?" "It's called vegetation, it won't kill you." "Believe me, there's a hell of a lot worse out there." "Yeah, like what?" "Like snakes the size of telephone poles." "Not to mention spider that will carry your punk ass away." "Don't forget the killer bees." "You wouldn't have any spray for that, would ya?" "You jsut stay close to me, you'll be fine." "Nice." "Move it." "Oh great." "Let me guess, you can't swim?" "I can swim fine." "It's this little baby I'm worried about." "It gets wet, this mission's over." "Well... data." "Not looking too smart are you?" "Take this, a Sigon whore couldn't get wet inside there." "Well at least it will stay dry if it falls in." "Trust me it's not falling in." "Thompson, break out the harnesses." "Okay, computer geek your next." "My God!" "What do I do?" "I don't want to fall!" "Just hang on, Vincent." "Hang on!" "Help!" "What do I do?" "Don't look down, what ever you do." "Okay!" "Just hang on." "Okay!" "Grab the computer, You're all right Let me up!" "Please!" "Give me your hand." "There you go." "Got it!" "Give me your arm." "C'mon, there you go, up!" "Got it!" "Allright, allright." "Pull up pull up your feet on the line." "Okay." "Okay, there you go, there you go..." "Come on, pull it up!" "Get me off this thing." "You all right?" "All right, enough fun for one day." "We're going to go over the hill and then we'll take a break." "Now let's move it." "Come on, Johnson, come on." "You earned it." "Thanks." "Thompson, take care of the kid." "Yes, sir." "You okay, Col.?" "We're almost there." "All right, we're going to take five." "Give me two ops, one here and one there." "I might as well sit down and take a load off." "So that thing is pretty special, huh?" "Very." "How did you end up in the V.A. Hospital, Col.?" "The CIA thought I was a little overly mature to be engineer, so they shipped me back to the Army." "I served under this thirty five year old milk breathe of a Col." "To make a longer story short, we ended up in a shoving match." "His head hit the side of a desk, and I ended up with a broken elbow and a concussion." "And they commended you for that?" "Not a choice." "A dishonorable discharge and one of those medical disability discharges." "It came with no check." "Hey, I thought that was all in the file" "Every story has two sides, Col. I just wanted to hear yours." "Well..." "Now I'm impressed." "You like that?" "What's the medical bracelet for?" "They my friend, is a souvenir from the Gulf." "You were wounded in action?" "Yeah." "Something like that." "Damn!" "You guys, check this out." "You like the Gumbo?" "This is nothing." "You should see what's out there." "But look fast, gentlemen, 'cause I'm running out of battery time here." "Nah..." "See I'm going to borrow that for a minute, gave me a private moment" "Get down!" "Grab that shit!" "Get that shit!" "Move!" "I can't see them!" "Oh shit!" "Get out of here, c'mon!" "Go!" "Go!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Come on, Col. get up." "I'm only trying to protect you." "Let me go." "Jump!" "I dont think so, Sundance, we'll die!" "Yeah, well I'm over it!" "Move, Morgan, move, Keep moving." "C'mon we got to get out of this shit storm." "Keep moving, Morgan." "What about the men?" "You're my only priority right now." "Keep moving!" "Stay down!" "They're all dead, you'll be next." "Who are you?" "This way." "Hold it righ there." "I'm yor only escape." "Let's go, Morgan." "This way." "Follw me." "We weren't expecting you." "Expeciting us?" "We weren't expecting us." "Do you know anything about who attacked us?" "This is Camarillo's territory." "Camarrillo?" "Fernando Camarrillo?" "Yes, those were his soldiers." "Since when did coffee plantations need soldiers?" "Coffee moved out, and cocaine moved in, I bet." "Mrs..." "Are you DEA?" "KGB." "Nostalgic, isn't it." "You are DEA. ?" "No." "So just... what is it you do here?" "Mrs..." "Soleyev." "Myra Soleyev." "Please don't touch that." "You have a interesting hobby here, Myra." "You mind telling me a little bit about it?" "I'm sure your hobbies are much more interesting, Mr...?" "My hobbies aren't that interesting to tell you the truth." "I'm just out here on a little scouting mission..." "Enough of this Dating Game crap here." "That's Richard Fairchild, CIA." "I'm Morgan Shannasy, Lieutenant Col., retired." "Single." "What the hell is this place?" "Russian surveillance..." "GRU military force." "I'm stationed here." "What's the purpose?" "My purpose is of no business to you." "However, one of my responsibilities is to keep in eye on your secret silo." "That's a welcome piece of irony." "And since you're not here for Camarillo, my second guess would have something to do with that air crash yesterday." "The American plane." "And perhaps the silo." "What's going on?" "There's nothing to worry about." "The computer in the silo had a temper tantrum." "Simply put, we're locked out." "Don't blame me, blame him." "Yeah, that's right." "I'm the overzealous prick that designed it." "You two are quite a pair." "What about the missile?" "It runs off a different computer." "It's safe, she's not going anywhere." "We just need to reprogram security systems." "But we need a safe way." "It's still dnagerous up there." "Come..." "Come..." "There is another way." "It doesn't look that bad." "Get past that lazer grade and your home free." "You first." "It's not what you can see, it's what you can't see that we're worried about." "I've seen it." "You got fifteen ten millimeter double machine guns." "You got four surface to air missiles in those trees." "Which are not really trees." "And below you got an extra kheart in the silo." "Able to withstand anything but a direct nuclear blast." "And that's if you're going to escape the lazer beams surrounding the entire compound." "What about that river?" "That's where you get creative." "It's eighteen inches deep, at it's deepest point." "You got a hundred yards of land mines." "And it's human sensitive so the little fishy's don't go boom, boom." "You do nice work, Col." "Thank you." "I think I can deal with the beams." "Just remember the ground is rigged." "You might be walking into a shit storm." "Not if you take the river, correct?" "Well like I said, the river might get you apst the third levels." "But if you swim that third level..." "Not swim, float." "It might work." "Than what?" "Then..." "What, Col.?" "Well I have to think of something safe and crafty or get us all killed." "I like the first part of that." "Supplies, I can build a raft tomorrow." "No." "We need it now." "Of course I assume the target is in the East." "Yes, it is." "I'll get to work." "You think we can trust her?" "No, Mr. Fairchild, don't trust anybody at all." "Trust is the weakest virtue." "Well..." "look at what we got here." "Yeah, and she doesn't have a gun." "You are out of your league." "I think I know your friends." "Do you?" "Are you sure nobody else made it out?" "Yeah." "Gumball he..." "I've never seen nothing like that." "Those guys held them off as long as they could." "We got out of there." "Thompson and I, we came upon this river." "Col. Yeah." "You're going to need this once you get inside." "That's Blanchard's access card." "If we all make it out alive, this will come in handy." "Thanks, sir." "You're welcome." "You sure this is gonna work?" "Of course it will work." "Hey wouldn't you like to be lying on the beach some where on your back." "Full moon, nicy lady?" "That would be cool." "Uncool, Morgan!" "Just relax, everything is going to be okay." "Relax?" "Relax?" "What am I doing here, Morgan?" "Helicopters, snakes, jungle." "Relax, Vince." "You want me to relax?" "We're going to pass under some lazer beams, and we're going to break some." "But Myra's going to redirect the beams so that we don't become toast." "I don't think I can do this." "Put your head down." "Take it easy, relax." "Myra, we're coming up to one." "Got it." "Be careful, here it comes." "She got it, she got it." "Now it's just the beginning." "The next beam is a lot lower." "Take a deep breathe." "Good..." "Myra you got it!" "Get on 'em, Myra." "Get on 'em." "Oh, shit." "Steady now, Myra steady." "Are we okay?" "We're okay." "She's doing it." "Good, Myra." "Whatever you're doing, do it." "Keep it up." "Oh, my God." "Here comes the last one." "Keep steady, Myra." "Who invented these things, man?" "Are you there?" "Are we there?" "Take it easy." "We got another fifty feet." "And amine." "What?" "Mine?" "Mines?" "Yes, mines." "Vincent..." "Sky..." "Start padd.ing." "Be careful, don't touch those mines." "YOu must've got something large to go through all this." "Those mines you were talking about... you're shitting me, right?" "Okay, Vince now it's your turn to save our butts." "Does it hook up to the main computer?" "'Cause we wont' even have to go in." "I wish it were that easy." "I guess I can shut down the defenses." "So we can move around a little more easily, huh?" "Okay." "Wait a minute." "What?" "This card is a 1969." "What?" "At least the computer says it was 1969, this card was given to me by Blanchard and he wasn't around then." "They took my card away a long time ago." "Right. 1969?" "CIA." "Yeah." "Cobalt bas eprogramming, wasn't it?" "Right." "Check it out." "What are you doing?" "I'm going to make you a new card." "It's only going to work for access, the actual codes that we have to be into manually." "Hooked it up." "Now this is a four stage, six digit program." "Now how long is it going to take you to match those numbers?" "This is the fastest computer in the world." "I built it, come on." "In seconds." "How long?" "Forty, fifty." "Ten." "For what?" "Hold onto your hat." "What are you doing?" "I don't like this, Morgan!" "If we dont' watch those numbers, in ten second we're dead." "Yeah." "Okay..." "I can have a couple of programs?" "Here, split the processor." "Double it up." "Shape it down to twenty." "Fifteen is the best I can go, that's it." "Do it." "All right." "Here we go." "All right, you can do it." "You can do it." "Five, three seconds." "It's all right, relax." "Come on!" "Come on!" "It's coming!" "You should've kept your mouth shut Shanassy." "I've got a stack of magnetic cards, a few programs here." "One of them's got to..." "There is no use." "I asked to tighter security, somebody listened." "During the missile launching sequence nobody goes in, only out." "After that missile is gone, somebody releases that button from the inside it won't open." "Morgan, what about the air shafts?" "No, it's got it's own security system." "The exhaust system, it's got to lead the silo somehow." "Is that a possibility?" "You don' thave to do this, you know." "Yes I do, so you can have access to the vent" "Listen to me, you take this and you toss it in there." "Now you be careful, it's going to cause a large chemical reaction." "The fresh air is going to rush in there like a hurricane, so you got to hold on tight." "All right." "Okay, here you go." "Here we go." "You go in first, then you." "I'll follow." "Okay." "Thompson." "There's the ventilator." "Come on, I got the blade." "Morgan, he's hung up." "I'm almost there!" "Left it up." "Come on the fan is ready to move." "Watch your head." "It's all right, I got you!" "Give me your hand." "It's okay." "It's okay." "Now don't panic!" "Did you see if they made it, Thompson?" "Not again." "Relax, Vince." "Relax." "Try to calm down." "Down worry, we got you, Vince, we got you." "Reach!" "Don't let go!" "It's okay, Vince." "Just grab." "Here, give me your hand." "All right, I got you." "It's okay." "Relax." "We got to get to the..." "Hurry up!" "Let's go." "How far to the control room?" "A couple of floors." "You ready to go to work?" "Work?" "This is all fun." "Oh, yeah, she's ready." "Almost as eager to get out of here as you are, young blood." "I doubt that." "Let's go." "This stuff is ancietn, man." "Look at it." "Hey, knows the time you might want to take some of that medication." "Good, you know where there's a pharmacy is around here?" "You're out?" "Yeah." "What happens if you don't take that stuff?" "Well my doctor says I get a mean spirti and paranoid." "But what does that cock sucker know." "I think he's trying to kill me." "Morgan, how do we open the main door?" "Hey, Thompson, we're in." "Were's Myra?" "Come in." "I'm going to take a walk to see if I can find a pantry." "Maybe I can get some aspirin or something." "Hey, try to avoid disaster." "Right." "You okay?" "Yeah." "Why don't you just kill me?" "Soon enough." "How long is it going to take to over ride the system?" "It's not that simple, the program." "I'm trying to gain access to looks like it's self destructive when the launch activated." "It's gone." "I got to restructure some stuff here." "What's that mean?" "It's simple, I need time." "Can you access the target directives?" "Hold on, here's something." "What?" "It might be possible to change the mapping." "Instead of tying in a specific location we might be able to send this bird into space." "Let's ee it." "I jsut got to trick the map." "We're have you guys been, I'm being heroic here." "What the hell is going on here?" "Adams, get a secure communications." "Jefferson, issue all survival gear." "The rest of the team will be arriving just about now, sir." "Please, continue." "The new target is 68 degrees latitude, 42 degrees longitude, detonating at 32,000 feet." "Start typing, Sparkie." "Where's Morgan?" "Down the hall." "Find him and bring him back." "Yes, sir." "Let's do it." "Change the target." "Now!" "What are you so calm for?" "I'm just waiting for that split second opportunity to reach for your jugular, and tear it out of your throat." "Well now that's the spirit." "You just broke into one of the most secure defense facilities the Untied States owns." "Why in thehell can't you just change a few simple figures?" "It's really not that easy." "Is this your New Years resolution?" "Find the most dishonorable way to start the world war?" "You just love sticking your nose in places where it doesn't belong, don't you?" "I got the targeting file." "I think I can crack it." "So that was you." "I saw meeting with Camarillo a few nights back." "You set up this ambush." "I knw Washington would send in a team of men." "I only needed certain members of that team." "You killed your soldiers." "The Russian patriot is always over anxious to save our mother land." "Be careful, Myra" "Your purpose may have ended when we got into this silo." "Along with Morgan's." "The Pentagon takes great pleasure in covering up it's mistakes." "We just simply refuse to be swept under the rug." "Damnit!" "Clear that pantry." "Everyone else come wit me." "Now, computer boy." "Get your nose in that screen and change those directives." "Morgan's gone." "And I'm sure he heard everything." "What are you talking about?" "Your entire conversation came out over the speaker system." "Clever." "Oh, yeah." "Very, very, clever." "You just sit back, sweetheart." "What about Morgan?" "Morgan's sick." "He won't venture outside." "There's probably a hundred hiding places inhere and he knows them all." "Start to tear this place apart." "Go!" "Okay, hot shot let's make a deal." "I'm gonna let you to leave." "You get to be the one that walks." "All you got to do is change those numbers." "No." "I ain't changing a thing." "This is classic." "You pussed out of everything you've ever gone through." "And now, you want to play tough guy." "Yeah, go to hell." "Go to hell." "No." "She's expendable." "You I need." "You got two hours, kid." "Fernando, you and your coffee has got to be around here somewhere." "You are going to regret sparing my life." "Oh, you're very scary." "I'm going to have to sleep with the light on." "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "This is Fernando Camirillo." "Yeah, right." "My name is Zor." "You get the real Fernando down here before I get this chair and stick it somewhere you might like it." "Morgan Shannasy!" "Hey, Ferando." "I wish I'd known, I bought my own handcuffs." "These aren't quite the right size." "Paco, take off the handcuffs." "He's not an animal." "Hurry up." "YOu see, Morgan, I don't grow my coffee beans hre anymore." "It was either sell the land or concede to the change." "You should see my operation, you'd be very proud." "Oh, yeah." "I was very impressed how your boys took out a entire Marine team." "Seconds flat." "I wish the casualties were equal on both sides." "Fernando, that silo down here is going to launch a missile." "The United States, you know they screwed up with the computers" "A kind of glitch that happened during the Millennium change over." "Anyway, it promises to put a cocktail in the sky the likes in which you never seen ont he Discovery Channel." "Very nasty." "Time is ticking." "How embarrassing." "Embarrassing for us, inconvenient for you." "Tell me how so." "I was brought down here with another American." "A man by the name of Richard Fairchild." "Ring a bell?" "Continue." "Well during the convenience of your ambush he managed to take over the silo." "He's got some kind of a master plan for the missile." "But, that's not the best part." "The guys in Washington, if they don't get a all clear inless then two hours," "they are going to cork the silo." "The kind of cork that wipes out small countries." "Kind of like this one." "To prevent that, we're going to get back in that silo and retake control." "Fernando, I remember you told me once!" "I'd hate to die lie a steer in the slaughter house but rather like a bull in a bull ring." "You remember that?" "I think about that a lot, man." "Maybe you should, too." "Help me with this." "What can I do?" "Moving in?" "No sign of him yet, sir." "He's tired old man, Thompson." "Don't worry about him." "What's that shit all about?" "Do not fear." "I fired that emotion ten years ago for insubordination." "Get the Col. a care package." "I'm supposed to be taking something for it, you know." "Oh the house." "Oh, no I don't think so." "I don't do drugs." "Of course you do, what kind of pills do they got you on?" "Depacaine." "It's sort of like Ritalin." "This is sort of like Depacaine." "The only difference is they throw you in prison for carrying it around." "Here." "Just this much." "You wipe it on your teeth, wait about five minutes, and..." "no more pain, I promise." "Hey, I don't do this shit either." "But you got to take something," "Morgan you're suffering a mild withdrawal." "Oh, just a mild one." "Come here." "Enjoy it." "Yeah." "Enjoy." "Hey what if I suffered withdrawal systems from this." "I love this guy." "Come on, let's go." "Fernando, there's two mines on the perimeter so you better watch out for them, okay." "Hey, please, we do this about twice a month." "Paco, clear us a path." "Not bad?" "Found him at the camival being exploited." "Always a humanitarian, huh?" "Hey, Amigo." "You might need this." "Hey, thank you." "Let's go." "What is that?" "This system just doesn't take commands from anybody." "I have no directories on my hard drive." "If you want me to continue doing this, I have to use them." "Prove it." "Prove you changed directives." "Run a simulation." "And no tricks." "pay attention, Myra you might learn something." "Washington DC." "What the hell is this?" "Who's targeting the capital?" "General, there's a message here." "No time to elaborate..." "Fairchild's gone postal has control of silo." "Later, Vince." "Damnit!" "We got to get a strike team in there now." "Why?" "Why kill millions of innocent people?" "Only a hundred and fifty U.S. soldiers died in the Gulf War." "Since then, sixteen thousand more have died exposed to the same chemical planted in the nose of that missile." "Ana dthat's your justficcation for mass destruction?" "I'm not using that missile as a tool of aggression" "I'm using it as a catalyst to bring about a spectacular feat of medical genius." "In the matter of days millions of people will suffer the same, slow, fatal, agony." "That plagues me and these men." "So you'll infext Washington?" "Hit them where it hurts, huh?" "Maybe then the medical minds will start to scramble to find a cure." "Now a days, missiles are designed to eliminate both sides." "No one wins." "And what if they don't find a cure?" "The inevitable, Myra, the inevitable." "Sir, it's Morgan... he's coming in." "Good." "Let him in." "Take care of these two, and I'll take care of Morgan." "You guys come with me." "Let's go." "You, too." "General Seward, this is strike Team Leader." "Deploying from missile silo TMF12." "Confirming orders to neutralize missile." "We'll stop that bird from flying, sir." "Carry on." "Roger that, General." "Hombre, two of my team may still be alive." "There's a girl, she's Russian and a young boy." "He's easy to recognize." "We'll be careful." "Amigo, that missile has got to be your priority." "Morgan, may God be with you." "You too, my friend." "Be careful." "Washington?" "Holy Shit!" "I'll be damned, he got through." "Nice work, Vincent." "Go!" "Go!" "God damnit!" "No!" "Morgan!" "What's up?" "If we don't stop this launch, they're going to drop a nuke on us" "We got to get in touch with NORAD!" "Hold it." "Where's Myra?" "I've had a enough of this shit." "Your ass is mine." "You bitch!" "Thank you." "You listen to me, you get back into the control room and you tell Seward to discontinue any further attacks." "I'm going to go disconnect that war head and then me and you can get the hell out of here." "Does that sound good to you?" "That sounds good." "All right, go." "I thought you'd be bigger." "Come on Seward, don't do this to us." "Don't do it." "(Unclearly)" "U.S. Nimitz standing by, sir." "They're requesting a two minute window for launch." "Steady." "On my command." "Shit!" "Oh, my God!" "Come on." "Well you missed my speech a little while ago." "Yeah, I planned it that way." "You should understand more then anyone, Morgan." "In any other line of work." "Your retirement is spent in Palm Springs, relaxing at a pool with a beer in one hand." "And a cigar in the other." "But no, what did they do what you instead, huh?" "They throw you into that urine soaked excuse of a Vet Hospital." "And you know what you become, all you become is a burden on the tax payers." "That's what you become." "And that's your reward." "And you know what my reward is?" "My men are dying, and I'm dying, Morgan." "What's taking you so long?" "Camarillo, drug dealer working for the US government." "Nice to see you, so we finally meet, huh?" "We have about six minutes before this whole place goes up." "Now give me a hand." "Six minutes." "My God!" "You old piece of shit!" "Okay." "Open the God damn door, Morgan." "That bird is going to fly to Washington and you ain't going to stop it." "All right." "It's too late." "We got to forget the kid, the silo doors are closing and we're dead, Richard." "We're all dead." "Then open the God damn doors!" "Yeah, you played the cards you dealt, Richard." "Now if you don't like the hand you dealt, you drop out!" "You don't pull a knife on your partners, that's bad form." "You're going to fold, old man." "Now give me the card!" "All right." "Go in my pockets to ge the card." "There it is." "Come get it." "Get it." "Well then pick it up." "Morgan." "Pick it up!" "Back off." "See you later, Morgan." "You goddamn right." "You should've stacked the deck." "Launch window expires in two minutes, sir." "On my mark." "Standing by, sir." "Fire." "She's away." "Run, Paco." "This is going to explode." "Run!" "Communications are back up, sir." "Sir?" "They've done it, they have the war head." "All right, abort missile." "I don't care how you do it." "Just blast it out of thesky." "Come on." "We have emergent pression..." "Copy that." "Transporting target now!" "Right on way!" "No..." "No..." "Please..." "No..." "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Paco, right here!" "Right here!" "Move it!" "Vince!" "Sorry, old friend." "But this is going with me." "Hey, look, I know you're a arrogant, backstabbing drug lord these days." "But don't take that too far." "And this assure no DEA or any other enemy agent is going to take that away." "Don't hold yourself responsible, Morgan." "It's just as much her fault." "Although her methods may be more clandestine then the Amercian agenst." "The mission is the same." "To eliminate me." "And as my interests filter into Europe." "I have two bully nations after my head." "And like your military," "I need wonder weapons to deter such enemies, with this all disagreements become non negotiable." "The scales of determination internally tipped in my favor." "To die like a bull in bull ring." "See that sand pit?" "Many of my enemies lie at the bottom of it." "Paco, take out the girl." "It saddens me however, to have to add a friend." "I'm all choked up." "I'm coming." "Paco." "Come on, Myra let's get you out of here." "I can't!" "You can't win, Morgan." "You can't win." "The rope..." "Give me your hand." "Pull on it." "I'm crazy." "Relax." "Your dead, Morgan, you're dead!" "Hurry!" "Go!" "Go!" "Get out!" "Go, Myra!" "Go." "Vince!" "I'm coming!" "Morgan!" "You all right?" "You okay?" "Yeah." "So what do we do now?" "A show of hands." "Who wants to get out of this country and geta drink?" "So are you going to tell me what deals were made with you to go through all of this now?" "Sure." "Thank you." "Here." "(Spanish sermon)" "Cheers." "Morgan." "So what do you think?" "I love Las Vegas... it's great." "No, I mean the casino." "I'm thinking of changing the carpets." "No." "Yes." "No." "You're..." "Excuse me, Mr. Shanassy, sir." "Thank you." "Excuse us, and don't lose all your money, all right." "Have fun." "Well." "So you've never been to Vegas?" "No, I don't see the thrill in losing money." "I know what you mean." "Sometimes you just got to take a chance." "Jackpot!" "Thanks to this little toy." "It sure is fun to win."