Armed (2025) Movie Script
1
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(gunshot blasts)
(bullet casing clangs)
(gunshots blasting)
(ominous music)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(fireworks bursting)
- [Radio Announcer]
Happy Birthday America.
This is Michigan's
Classic Rock Station.
Rock Station K92 FM.
This is Billy Hoss-
(fireworks bursting)
In stereo-
- It's a midnight run.
We go in through the rear
of the warehouse
on the north side.
Grab the stingers and ordinance
before anyone knows
we were there.
- Sounds too easy.
- That's 'cause it is.
- Security?
- There's one guard
on shift, armed.
Six security cameras
covering inside and out.
- Sounds like a 40 year
stretch if we're lucky.
- How are we supposed
to get in undetected?
- We don't.
There's no way to
cut the camera feed.
We take out the guard
and we go in heavy.
By the time the security company
realize the guard hasn't
checked in, we'll be gone.
No trace.
- How do we know
what's in there?
- This warehouse usually stores
any irrigation equipment and
tractor parts, farm shit,
but the week before Christmas,
the Redstone Army Base in Halton
is gonna be transferring
a ton of military hardware
and storing it at
this warehouse.
- Pretty unusual for military
to be using civilian
warehousing.
How do you know that?
- Because I've
been working my ass
to the bone in there
for three years.
I've been eating shit for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner
and I have the manifest.
Stingers, M16s, light machine
guns, rocket launchers.
It's gonna be a goddamn
Christmas miracle.
- Frank, we're gonna need a van.
Something big enough
to haul everything
and we're gonna need weapons.
Small arms, short
barrel type stuff.
Things go south and
we get boxed in,
we might have to
shoot our way out.
- Consider it done.
Where's the money coming from?
- Wes Chapman set it up.
- Chappy, I haven't heard
that name since the war.
How much is he in for?
- Nothing. He's dead.
Shot himself two months ago.
Couldn't shake the bug.
- He was a good man.
Good Marine.
- I guess Chappy figured it was
easier to use his side iron.
- Before he checked out,
Chappy put me in touch
with an Arab named Amir.
He was looking for particulars.
- We're doing business
with terrorists?
- Well, I last I checked it
was still a free country.
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackles)
- Go on.
- [Bill] Once we
leave the warehouse,
we head west to an
abandoned construction site
just outside of Northfield.
The Arabs will be there at 1600.
- What's the cut?
- 2.2 million.
500 grand each.
Our getaway's 100,000.
It's 25 grand up front.
Bennett Meyers is
flying us there.
We move into St.
Andrew's air base.
From there, the
C-130 takes us south
across the border into Panama.
Any more questions?
Let's get to work.
(suspenseful music)
(siren wailing)
(traffic roaring)
(weapons clicking)
(walkie-talkies chattering)
- Seven miles, east river.
(suspenseful music)
(door clanging)
- This is private property.
You can't be here.
Move this piece of shit now
or I'll have someone
move it for you.
You hard of hearing, asshole?
Jesus Christ.
Skip, we got a couple of-
(door clanging)
- [Stan] Hey Miller,
suck on this.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(body thuds)
Adios, amigo.
(door rumbles)
(suspenseful music)
Let's move! Five minutes.
Let's go.
- [Walkie-Talkie] 417.
(suspenseful music)
(door clangs)
- Stingers are down there.
All the way to the end, B13.
(dramatic music)
Got 'em.
Let's move!
- Hey, I'm coming around.
- Come on, come on, come on.
Bring it in straight.
(ominous music)
- Okay, that's the call.
Security company's
been notified.
Three minutes for that
call to come into county.
Six minutes for
them to get here.
That gives us eight minutes
to get the fuck outta here.
Hurry up, let's go. Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(engine revving)
- [Masked Man]
Get us outta here.
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- [Radio Announcer] The
National Weather Service
has issued a winter
storm warning tonight
across the Lone Star State.
Freezing rain from Texas to
Ohio is draining power grids
all the way from Texas
into the Midwest.
Snow covered roads,
low visibility.
We're looking at
heavy snow again
stretching all the
way from Texas.
- You hear that?
- Into Missouri today.
Anywhere from three
to six inches of snow-
- Huh?
- [Radio Announcer] Due
to pour in Oklahoma City,
six to 10 in Kansas City,
and we're looking out one
to two in Amarillo, Texas.
- You must've heard that.
- Then for tomorrow,
this big system moved slowly
and that's the problem.
Heavy rain from
Birmingham, New York City,
power outages and
very difficult travel.
(suspenseful music)
(crate whirring mechanically)
Ice counts up to half
an inch and heavy snow.
(thunder rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(Bill exhales)
- The flight leaves 0600.
Once we offload the
stingers, we'll be home free.
Make no mistake,
we're now viewed as traitors
by our own government.
The Army, FBI, National
Guard, State Police,
they'll all be ordered
to surgically remove us
leaving no trace we even served.
They trained us to kill,
sent us off to do
their dirty work
with no compensation.
In a few short hours,
consider yourselves all
permanently retired.
(Bill chuckles)
(crate whirring mechanically)
(suspenseful music)
- He's gonna fuck this up.
You just keep him away from
the Arabs when they get here.
Fucking Army guys.
- Marines.
- Whatever, what's
the difference?
- You're about to find out
if you don't keep
your mouth shut.
(suspenseful music)
(crate whirring mechanically)
(dramatic music)
(interface whirring)
(knife clicks)
(interface whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(computer beeps)
(ominous music)
(debris clattering)
(knife clangs)
(Chuck groaning)
(interface whirring)
(gunshots blasting)
(robot whirring)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- What happened?
How many?
- Chuck!
- I dumped a full mag in it.
Didn't even slow it down.
- What do you mean it?
(ominous music)
(robot whirring)
- What happened?
What happened? What happened?
(suspenseful music)
- [Chuck] Hell, if
I know what I saw.
What I saw doesn't
make any sense.
- And where the fuck
are the stingers?
- You're not listening to me.
There were no stingers.
Just it.
(ominous music)
- Nothing.
- Whatever Chuck was shooting
at couldn't have got far.
- Doesn't seem like he
even wanted to hit him.
Shooting from that close.
How could you miss?
- Sergeant, what was it?
- A machine.
A goddamn machine.
- A machine?
What are you talking
about? A robot?
You expect us to believe that?
Whoever broke in is halfway
to the state line by now.
What are we gonna
tell the Arabs?
Whoa.
- You lying bastard.
If there were no
stingers in that crate,
then what the hell was it?
- Everything you asked
for was on that manifest.
- You've been working at that
warehouse for three years.
- I'll say it again.
The base commander
moved everything
to that warehouse two weeks ago.
- Something tells me
you're running a side
deal here, Morley.
- I don't know any Arabs.
I wouldn't even know
how to set up a buy.
That's why I partnered
with you military guys.
You guys are the
trained experts.
- No one else knew
where the exchange was.
(suspenseful music)
- Something broke out, not in.
- That's what I've been
trying to tell you.
- Defense Intelligence Agency.
Goddamn spooks.
- Once you get to the end
of this road, turn right!
(Assad speaking in
foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
Right there, right there.
Turn!
(telephone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
- If things go
south, put 'em down.
Put 'em all down.
- Merry Christmas.
- [Bill] Is that my money?
- Not yet.
Two million.
- Courtesy of Uncle Sam, M16A1.
Fires a 5.56 NATO cartridge.
We got 20 rounders and thirties.
Or my personal
favorite, the M60E3.
762 by 51 and this little honey
spits out 600 rounds per minute.
Hot damn.
- What about the stingers?
- We're a few stingers short.
- How many?
- All of 'em.
- We had a deal for stingers.
(suspenseful music)
- The Americans don't
have the stingers.
No.
Three, yes.
What do you want me to do?
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
- M72 LAWS rocket launcher.
You can still take
down a jet liner
with one of these babies.
No guidance system,
but you get close
enough and, uh, bam.
- I didn't drive halfway
to this state to get
rocket launchers.
(Assad speaking in
foreign language)
- Go.
Go.
(Assad speaks in
foreign language)
- We'll take
200,000 off the top.
Plus the 200 you put down.
And how old are you?
We'll throw in some hand
grenades. Free of charge.
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck you.
- I don't know how it works
in your country, amigo,
but here in the
good old US of A,
gaining access to a level
two government run warehouse
is no walk in the park.
- This is supposed to be loaded
in a cargo ship tomorrow night.
(suspenseful music)
What kind of operation
are you running?
- [Bill] There's
enough hardware here
for you to start
your own goddamn war.
- The deal is off.
- It's a setup!
(gunshots blasting)
- No!
(explosion rumbling)
(gunshots blasting)
(Stan shouts)
(flames crackling)
(gunshots blasting)
(Amir groaning)
- You should have
taken the deal.
- Fucking bastard.
(gunshots blasting)
- He's headed east towards
the creek, right towards you.
(suspenseful music)
(interface whirring)
- [Pursuer] Stop right...
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
- Ah!
Ah!
(robot whirring mechanically)
(ominous music)
- How many men are we
dealing with here, Sergeant?
(ominous music)
- [Frank] Some kind of
straight edge weapon.
Caught him straight
through his ribcage.
- Feds will be crawling
all over this place soon.
Dump the crates outta
the back of the van.
We move, five minutes.
- Before.
We can't leave this here.
We have to get rid of
it or we're fucked.
- We're already fucked.
There's no time.
Besides, we're $2
million richer.
We'll take the van east to 195.
Interstate all the way
to St. Andrew's Air Base.
Let's move.
Adios, amigo.
(van rumbling)
Let's move.
(interface whirring)
(interface beeping)
- [Automated Voice] Weapons
package is disabled.
Okay, weapons package enabled.
Time to detonation 10 hours.
(timer beeping)
- What the fuck is going on?
That's great.
- [Frank] We can't
just leave this here.
- No choice.
(wind howling)
(bird cawing)
Let's see who's home.
(wind howling)
(door handle rattles)
(door creaking)
(footsteps tapping)
(weapon thuds)
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] 35 shows back in A1.
- [Dispatcher]
Registered, roger.
(police radio chattering)
- 31 to West Branch.
Come in. Over.
(suspenseful music)
- [Dispatcher] Repeat.
- 31 to West Branch.
Come in. Over.
(suspenseful music)
(police radio chattering)
This is Deputy Will Robertson.
Is there anyone that can hear
me on this channel? Over.
- [Dispatcher] I'll advise you.
- [Officer] Move to 1032.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
- Jesus.
(gunshots blasting)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets clanging)
(gun clicking)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(police radio chattering)
(Will screams)
(gunshots blasting)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Bill] You got my
money? Got my money?
Got my money?
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(door creaks)
(TV announcer speaking faintly)
(footsteps tapping)
(door clicks)
(footsteps tapping)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- We proposed a peace agreement
to end the fighting for good.
The Kosovar leaders signed
that agreement last week.
Even though it does not
give them all they want.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- [Boyd] Move an inch and
I'll blow you in half.
- Jesus.
Take it easy, old man.
(wheelchair squeaking)
I'm just passing through.
- The Bible may
forgive trespassers,
but I sure as hell don't.
Don't even think
about it, sonny.
I may look slow, but you
reach for that piece,
I'll blow you right
back out that door.
- I don't want any trouble.
- Well, you got trouble now.
- Drop it.
I said drop it.
- Not a chance.
You know how much
this thing costs?
(gun clatters)
- [Frank] This guy's
armed to the teeth.
(suspenseful music)
- What are you gonna do?
Kill me?
You gonna kill a cripple?
You ever heard of a small
island in the Pacific?
Some gook put me in this
chair for serving my country.
And this is how I'm gonna die?
- No one's killing anybody.
We just need a ride outta here.
Where's the keys to
the Ford Outback?
- Doesn't work.
Took the engine out
of it last summer.
- You alone?
- Of course I'm alone.
You see anybody else?
It's Christmas Eve
for Christ's sake.
- You got any other weapons
we should know about?
- [Boyd] There's some
dynamite in the garage.
- Dynamite?
(Boyd laughs)
- Listen, pops.
Hell is coming this way
and unless you
start being useful,
you're gonna become unuseful.
- Keep quiet and out of our way
and you might live through this.
(bag thumps)
- Something's not right.
Whatever killed that man
is still out there
(guns clicking)
and it's coming after us.
We need to move out now.
- [TV Announcer] Placed
numerous inspectors.
- [Reporter] Good evening-
- Maybe he's right.
- Police and the FBI.
- Turn it up.
- Investigating a robbery
where a security guard
was fatally shot.
Authorities are looking
for this man, Stan Morley.
Morley, a longtime
employee of the warehouse
is wanted on a
nationwide warrant.
Police have not yet identified
Morley's three
other accomplices.
Police are urging the public,
if you see this man, call them.
We'll have more on this
developing story coming up.
In other news now-
- Friend of yours?
(siren wailing)
- It's the fucking cops.
(suspenseful music)
- Not a word or you die first.
(siren wailing)
- Get ready.
- [Dispatcher] Okay, 35.
- Jesus.
- [Robot] Police officer.
(interface whirring)
(dramatic music)
- I'm seeing it, but
I ain't believing it.
(police radio chattering)
(ominous music)
- No, don't shoot it.
(robot whirring)
It doesn't know we're in here.
(suspenseful music)
- That's not possible.
How the hell did that
thing find us so fast?
- I told you, but
you wouldn't listen.
No one would.
We need to board
this place up now.
Windows, doors, and I mean now.
- Get that gun outta my face.
- That thing gets in here,
we're all dead.
(police radio chattering)
- Frank, you gotta
come see this.
(robot whirring)
(car parts clattering)
(ominous music)
- [Automated Voice] Analyzing.
(interface beeping)
14 volts. Not compatible.
Error. Starting reset.
System shutdown.
(static crackles)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- It's just standing there.
We need to consider
the possibility
that we might be here a while.
- Bennett, offer him Morley's
cut to come and get us out.
- I tried him. No signal.
- [Chuck] Try again.
- Forget it.
We split Morley's
share three ways.
- Can't spend the
money if you're dead.
- [Bill] Where are you going?
- I'll get it done any way.
- [Chuck] Dynamite.
I'm coming with you.
- No, stay here.
Keep your eye on it.
Let me know if that thing moves.
(wind howling)
- Who are you
guys? Bank robbers?
(money thuds)
- We're patriots.
- You're fools.
It's only a matter of time
before they get in here
and rip you neck to nuts.
In the jungle,
we could smell 'em coming.
You ain't gonna get Boyd
Lee Simpson without a fight.
Not this time.
- We don't know
what that thing is.
- Can I have my gun back?
(suspenseful music)
(static crackling)
- I'll say it again.
Firefly, this is Red Rover.
We need a taxi outta here.
Over.
(static crackling)
Firefly to Red Rover.
Come in, goddamn it.
(airplane engine roaring)
- 15 degrees.
- 412. Copy.
Lima foxtrot one.
We are squat 1033.
Departure radio
contact. 600 miles.
- [Bill] Firefly to Rover.
Mayday. Mayday.
(static crackling)
Come in. Over.
I repeat. This is Firefly.
- This is Red Rover.
Your message is broken. Over.
- Bennett, this is Mosley.
We got a situation
here. A bad one.
Need immediate extraction. Over.
- Negative Firefly.
I've got new orders.
(static crackling)
Original LZ at 0600.
- [Bill] We're in serious-
We're as good as-
(static crackles)
- Did you get any of that?
- Something about
as good as dead.
- Fuck!
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(door bangs)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(suspenseful music)
(interface beeping)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Automated Voice] Ahead.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(distorted voice echoing)
(Boyd humming)
(weapons clicking)
- Chuck, come in.
What's happening?
(suspenseful music)
Goddamn it!
(robot whirring)
Heavenly shades of
night are falling
It's twilight time
- [Bill] Frank.
Out of the mist your
voice is calling
- Frank, Reardon's AWOL.
So is that thing.
When purple-colored curtains
- [Bill] You need to get
outta there right now.
I'll hear you, my
dear, at twilight time
(robot whirring)
(metal clangs)
(Frank groaning)
- It might be in the building.
Get out of there, Frank.
(Frank shouts)
(Frank groaning)
(door bangs)
- Shoot it!
Shoot it!
(robot whirring)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullet casings clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(weapon clatters)
(ominous music)
(distorted voices echoing)
- [Automated Voice]
Danger. Danger.
(robot whirring mechanically)
Warning. Warning.
Hydraulics are low.
- [Frank] What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
- How the hell should I know?
This wasn't part of
the goddamn plan.
- Well, we gotta do something
otherwise there won't
be anybody left.
(robot whirring mechanically)
(bullet clangs)
What the hell does that
thing want with us?
(suspenseful music)
Where were you, Reardon?
You were supposed to
keep an eye on it.
- I followed it around back.
The snow picked up
and I lost it by the
electrical transformer.
- We'll never make it to base.
Time for plan B.
We got plenty of cash.
- No one's going anywhere.
- [Bill] I don't remember
anybody putting you in charge.
- I told you we need
to fortify this place.
Bullets don't work.
(ominous music)
(robot whirring)
(bullet clatters)
(ominous music)
- [Automated Voice] Hydraulic
fluid levels restored.
Okay, I'm hitting playback.
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
- The M60E3.
This little honey spits
out 600 rounds per minute.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
Bullets do work.
- Look, we drive south and
head to the Mexican border.
- We just made the
11 o'clock news.
Every bus station, airport,
and border crossing is
gonna be crawling with cops.
Nearest highway is a three
hour walk in all directions.
In this weather,
we'll never make it.
We stick to the original plan.
Ride out this storm
for a few more hours.
Head east to the highway.
Chuck?
Sorry.
- For what?
- I didn't believe you.
None of us did.
- Who would?
The Army created a monster.
Now we have to deal with it.
I'm gonna find it.
Keep an eye on it.
(ominous music)
(footsteps tapping)
(Chuck whistling)
(interface whirring)
- [Automated Voice]
Target located.
Lock in.
(robot whirring)
(Chuck whistling)
- We can drive this
thing out of here
if we can find the keys for it.
Same goes for the
Ford in the back.
- That cripple said they
were both out of commission.
- [Frank] Oh, forget him.
I don't trust a word he says.
(dramatic music)
(door bangs)
(suspenseful music)
- Frank!
- Go ahead.
- He got the money.
He's heading around
the building.
(door bangs)
(engine roars)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(gunshots blasting)
Get out of the fucking truck!
Turn the engine off!
(light country music)
(gun clicks)
(vehicle rumbling)
(Boyd screaming)
(metal clanging)
(Boyd screaming)
(Boyd gasping)
(Boyd groaning)
(light country music)
- Ah!
(gunshots blasting)
Ah, my leg's busted.
(robot whirring)
- [Automated Voice]
Target located.
(Boyd shouts)
(gunshots blasting)
(Boyd screaming)
(Boyd whimpering)
Adios, amigo.
(Boyd screaming)
(blood squelches)
(Boyd screams)
(robot whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(light country music)
(robot whirring)
(sparks hissing)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Chuck] It's a bomb.
- [Bill] Jesus, Chuck.
- A walking fucking bomb
can tear a man's heart out
before its next beat.
We're never getting
out of its grip.
- [Bill] Take it easy.
We're getting outta here.
- Step back. Put your
guns on the floor.
- [Bill] Not a chance.
- Take one more step
and we'll find out if
you're one of them.
- The money's in the truck.
All we have to do is get it.
We can buy our way
out of the country.
- Goddamn it, Reardon.
We're on the same team and
that thing is still out there.
(suspenseful music)
- [Chuck] Maybe it's
already in here.
- Drop the gun, Chuck.
That's an order.
- You can take your orders
and shove 'em up your ass.
(glass shatters)
You're dead.
Might as well accept it.
It's coming.
(suspenseful music)
(door clicks shut)
- We're gonna have
to put him down.
He's compromised
the whole operation.
- This operation's
already compromised.
(suspenseful music)
- Chuck, where are you?
Chuck, come in.
Where's the money?
Chuck, answer me, goddamn it.
(suspenseful music)
You better get in here.
Garage.
- You found him?
- Oh, I found him, all right.
The son of a bitch has
locked himself in a tool room
and he has the dynamite.
- Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackles)
- We gave our lives
to the military.
We should have never
turned our backs on them.
(ominous music)
You can't fight the military.
They're the strongest
group of fighters
the world has ever seen.
Look what they made.
How do you fight that?
- We're soldiers.
We follow orders.
Open the door.
- Not a chance.
You're one of them.
I noticed earlier.
You move like it.
You talk like it.
Who sent you?
- No one sent us.
Now open the fucking door.
You can stay in there
all night for all I care.
We just want the
dynamite and the money.
- Money?
(suspenseful music)
- We're unarmed.
Come on out and we
can talk about this.
- Talk is over.
I've heard enough.
Pretty soon they'll be
sending these things
all over the place to do
the government's dirty work.
You call yourselves soldiers.
You're traitors.
(ominous music)
I'm a Marine.
No one is taking Sergeant
Chuck Reardon alive.
(suspenseful music)
We're all going to die tonight.
But not before I
make this right.
(suspenseful music)
(bag thumps)
(flame hissing)
That's where the problem began.
Right there.
- Chuck, don't do it!
- And this is where
the problem ends.
That money signed
our death warrant.
- That's not gonna
solve anything.
Chuck, don't do it.
(dramatic music)
(blood splatters)
(Chuck groaning)
- Move!
(gunshots blasting)
(Frank shouts)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(Chuck screaming)
(gunshots blasting)
(Chuck groaning)
(gunshots blasting)
(Chuck groaning)
(robot whirring)
(weapon clatters)
Deep in the dark, your
kiss will thrill me
Like days of old
(gunshot blasts)
(flame hissing)
(robot whirring)
Together at last
at twilight time
- [Bill] Firefly to Red Rover.
I repeat. This is Firefly.
Come in. Over.
Trans on squawk 1-0 niner.
Firefly to Red Rover.
- You're wasting your time.
(dramatic music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Bill] Our best chance to
get out died with that van.
Now we have no chance.
- In Iraq, the enemy
surrounded us everywhere.
Hundreds of them.
Remember that?
We're Marines.
We can handle anything.
(footsteps thudding)
(robot whirring)
- [Automated Voice] You
call yourself soldiers.
You're traitors.
You're traitors.
- It may be made out of
titanium or some hard composite.
There's no way it
could withstand three
pounds of dynamite.
We just got to find
a way to trap it
and then get the hell out of
the perimeter of the explosion.
I don't know if I'm gonna do it,
but I'm gonna fight
my way outta here.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- This better work.
We're almost out of ammo.
(robot whirring)
(interface beeping)
- [Automated Voice] Error.
Not compatible.
(robot whirring)
- The men on that videotape
were four-star generals.
Could have been made offshore.
Intelligence agency.
The CIA were running
all kinds of black ops
missions in Vietnam.
Maybe they just wanted to
even the playing field.
- You're saying the
Vietnamese made that thing?
- Not likely.
North Korea, China.
- Yeah, well, if
it's made in China,
maybe it'll break
down on its own.
This thing was
shelved for a reason.
It's not indestructible.
We can kill it.
(robot whirring mechanically)
(ominous music)
(wind howling)
(flame hissing)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clangs)
(ominous music)
(metal clanging)
(Bill's knuckles crack)
- Frank, how much longer?
- First two are set.
Coming back for more.
Deepening shadows
gather splendor
As day is done
Fingers of night
will soon surrender
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(ax thuds)
(Frank screaming)
(metal clanging)
(Frank screaming)
(robot whirring)
- Frank, come in.
(ominous music)
(interface beeping)
(sparks crackle)
(electricity zapping)
- [Automated Voice]
Power restored to 25%.
Together at last
at twilight time
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
- Oh Jesus.
(machine beeps)
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(Bill exhales)
(telephone ringing)
Will be like days of old
Lighting the spark
of love that fills me
- What are you?
(robot whirring)
- [Robot] Soldier.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(interface buzzing)
(footsteps clanging)
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
(gun cocks)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Dispatcher] Channel four.
(gunshot blasts)
(gun cocks)
(shell casing clatters)
- [Robot] You're traitors.
(interface buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshot blasts)
(Bill panting)
(gunshots blasting)
- [Automated Voice] Danger.
(suspenseful music)
(static crackling)
(static crackling)
(bats flapping)
(robot whirring)
(ominous music)
(metal clangs)
(static crackling)
(footsteps thudding)
(robot whirring)
(gunshot blasts)
(robot whirring)
- [Robot] Open the door.
(gunshots blasting)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
(metal clanging)
(gunshots blasting)
(interface buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(door clicks)
(ominous music)
(flame crackling)
(Bill screams)
(Bill breathing heavily)
(suspenseful music)
(Bill groaning)
(alarm blaring)
(footsteps crunching)
(suspenseful music)
(alarm blaring)
(flame hissing)
(footsteps crunching)
- [Robot] Engaging enemy.
(dramatic music)
- [Automated Voice]
Power is at 3%.
Blast radius one mile.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
(interface buzzing)
Target.
(gunshots blasting)
Danger.
Danger. Danger.
(robot whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(gunshots blasting)
Warning. Power is at 3%.
(suspenseful music)
(flame hissing)
- Come on, you son of a bitch.
Keep coming.
That's it.
Come on, you motherfucker.
- [Automated Voice]
T-minus 30 seconds.
- You motherfucker.
(ominous music)
Adios, amigo.
(explosion rumbling)
Yes!
(explosion rumbling)
(flames crackling)
(suspenseful music)
(electricity zapping)
(robot whirring)
(distorted voice echoing)
(static crackling)
(weapon thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps crunching)
(Bill breathing heavily)
- Stop right there!
Drop the bag! Now!
We've been looking for you.
Who is he?
- Passport says John Carson.
Ran through the system.
No prior arrests.
- Keep looking. No
one's that clean.
Your crime spree
just ended, son.
How did you think you were
gonna get away with this?
Huh?
- Maybe they didn't
think that far ahead.
- The Feds seem real
anxious to talk to you.
Called about 15 minutes ago.
They're sending somebody
down to pick you up.
- Lieutenant William Mosley.
2nd Marine Division '81 to '96.
Retired.
- See, that wasn't
so tough, was it?
- You're in way
over your head, cop.
Whatever's out
there killed my men.
Butchered 'em like spring lambs.
And the people that
made that thing
are on their way here
now to cover it up.
- Ha!
Boy, you got some
kind of imagination.
- 24 hours ago, I
was just like you.
Too stupid to see
what's going on.
Open this door and
let me outta here.
Keep the money, disappear.
Just let me go.
- Like hell.
You're gonna pay
for what you did
and when you do,
I'll be right there
to see it happen.
- We're all gonna
pay for what I did.
You and your men too, if you
don't get 'em outta here.
- You can play the
tough, strong guy
as long as you want
and not tell us.
But believe me,
you are finished.
- Firefly, this is Red Rover.
Come in.
(airplane engine roaring)
(suspenseful music)
- [Sheriff] I want roadblocks
on the 115 and Green Lane.
There may be some of
'em still out there.
I want this county locked down.
No cars in or out.
- I would've made it.
(telephone ringing)
- [Deputy] Oakland
County Sheriff's Office.
- Sheriff, you gotta see this.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(ominous music)
- [Deputy] Sheriff, you
ever see anything like this?
There's still pieces of
it all over everywhere.
Sheriff, this is
something, isn't it?
- No, no, no. Don't touch it.
Get it outta here.
- Sit down.
(robot whirring)
- Oh, no, no. Don't.
Don't touch it. Don't touch it.
- I said sit down.
- Get it outta here!
(Bill shouting)
- [Robot] Target locked.
- It's a fucking bomb!
- [Robot] Target locked.
- Goddamn it!
(Bill shouting)
(suspenseful music)
No!
(timer beeps)
(explosion rumbles)
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
- [News Announcer]
We have breaking news
of a massive
explosion in Michigan.
People are being
evacuated as fire crews
continue to battle this fire.
- [Reporter] Police and fire
officials are now saying
that a 1,500 pound car bomb
ripped through the Oakland
County Police Department
early this morning.
- [News Announcer] FBI
and state authorities
are now calling this
a terror attack.
- At least 50 people are dead
and that number is
expected to rise.
Authorities have identified
51-year-old William Mosley
as the bomber who was
also killed in the blast.
Mosley was a former
Marine with ties
to a militant group
out of Lexington.
Mosley's accomplices
have been identified
as Frank Baxter
and Chuck Reardon.
Authorities remain confident
that this was an
isolated terror attack.
They believe Mosley
and his army buddies
picked the police building as
their target for the bombing
because of a long time grudge
against the government.
A grudge that delivered
bloodshed not seen on US soil
since the Oklahoma City bombing.
Take a good look.
This is what a real
monster looks like.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(airplane engine roaring)
- General, we land
in 30 minutes.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(gunshot blasts)
(bullet casing clangs)
(gunshots blasting)
(ominous music)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(fireworks bursting)
- [Radio Announcer]
Happy Birthday America.
This is Michigan's
Classic Rock Station.
Rock Station K92 FM.
This is Billy Hoss-
(fireworks bursting)
In stereo-
- It's a midnight run.
We go in through the rear
of the warehouse
on the north side.
Grab the stingers and ordinance
before anyone knows
we were there.
- Sounds too easy.
- That's 'cause it is.
- Security?
- There's one guard
on shift, armed.
Six security cameras
covering inside and out.
- Sounds like a 40 year
stretch if we're lucky.
- How are we supposed
to get in undetected?
- We don't.
There's no way to
cut the camera feed.
We take out the guard
and we go in heavy.
By the time the security company
realize the guard hasn't
checked in, we'll be gone.
No trace.
- How do we know
what's in there?
- This warehouse usually stores
any irrigation equipment and
tractor parts, farm shit,
but the week before Christmas,
the Redstone Army Base in Halton
is gonna be transferring
a ton of military hardware
and storing it at
this warehouse.
- Pretty unusual for military
to be using civilian
warehousing.
How do you know that?
- Because I've
been working my ass
to the bone in there
for three years.
I've been eating shit for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner
and I have the manifest.
Stingers, M16s, light machine
guns, rocket launchers.
It's gonna be a goddamn
Christmas miracle.
- Frank, we're gonna need a van.
Something big enough
to haul everything
and we're gonna need weapons.
Small arms, short
barrel type stuff.
Things go south and
we get boxed in,
we might have to
shoot our way out.
- Consider it done.
Where's the money coming from?
- Wes Chapman set it up.
- Chappy, I haven't heard
that name since the war.
How much is he in for?
- Nothing. He's dead.
Shot himself two months ago.
Couldn't shake the bug.
- He was a good man.
Good Marine.
- I guess Chappy figured it was
easier to use his side iron.
- Before he checked out,
Chappy put me in touch
with an Arab named Amir.
He was looking for particulars.
- We're doing business
with terrorists?
- Well, I last I checked it
was still a free country.
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackles)
- Go on.
- [Bill] Once we
leave the warehouse,
we head west to an
abandoned construction site
just outside of Northfield.
The Arabs will be there at 1600.
- What's the cut?
- 2.2 million.
500 grand each.
Our getaway's 100,000.
It's 25 grand up front.
Bennett Meyers is
flying us there.
We move into St.
Andrew's air base.
From there, the
C-130 takes us south
across the border into Panama.
Any more questions?
Let's get to work.
(suspenseful music)
(siren wailing)
(traffic roaring)
(weapons clicking)
(walkie-talkies chattering)
- Seven miles, east river.
(suspenseful music)
(door clanging)
- This is private property.
You can't be here.
Move this piece of shit now
or I'll have someone
move it for you.
You hard of hearing, asshole?
Jesus Christ.
Skip, we got a couple of-
(door clanging)
- [Stan] Hey Miller,
suck on this.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(body thuds)
Adios, amigo.
(door rumbles)
(suspenseful music)
Let's move! Five minutes.
Let's go.
- [Walkie-Talkie] 417.
(suspenseful music)
(door clangs)
- Stingers are down there.
All the way to the end, B13.
(dramatic music)
Got 'em.
Let's move!
- Hey, I'm coming around.
- Come on, come on, come on.
Bring it in straight.
(ominous music)
- Okay, that's the call.
Security company's
been notified.
Three minutes for that
call to come into county.
Six minutes for
them to get here.
That gives us eight minutes
to get the fuck outta here.
Hurry up, let's go. Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(engine revving)
- [Masked Man]
Get us outta here.
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- [Radio Announcer] The
National Weather Service
has issued a winter
storm warning tonight
across the Lone Star State.
Freezing rain from Texas to
Ohio is draining power grids
all the way from Texas
into the Midwest.
Snow covered roads,
low visibility.
We're looking at
heavy snow again
stretching all the
way from Texas.
- You hear that?
- Into Missouri today.
Anywhere from three
to six inches of snow-
- Huh?
- [Radio Announcer] Due
to pour in Oklahoma City,
six to 10 in Kansas City,
and we're looking out one
to two in Amarillo, Texas.
- You must've heard that.
- Then for tomorrow,
this big system moved slowly
and that's the problem.
Heavy rain from
Birmingham, New York City,
power outages and
very difficult travel.
(suspenseful music)
(crate whirring mechanically)
Ice counts up to half
an inch and heavy snow.
(thunder rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(Bill exhales)
- The flight leaves 0600.
Once we offload the
stingers, we'll be home free.
Make no mistake,
we're now viewed as traitors
by our own government.
The Army, FBI, National
Guard, State Police,
they'll all be ordered
to surgically remove us
leaving no trace we even served.
They trained us to kill,
sent us off to do
their dirty work
with no compensation.
In a few short hours,
consider yourselves all
permanently retired.
(Bill chuckles)
(crate whirring mechanically)
(suspenseful music)
- He's gonna fuck this up.
You just keep him away from
the Arabs when they get here.
Fucking Army guys.
- Marines.
- Whatever, what's
the difference?
- You're about to find out
if you don't keep
your mouth shut.
(suspenseful music)
(crate whirring mechanically)
(dramatic music)
(interface whirring)
(knife clicks)
(interface whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(computer beeps)
(ominous music)
(debris clattering)
(knife clangs)
(Chuck groaning)
(interface whirring)
(gunshots blasting)
(robot whirring)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- What happened?
How many?
- Chuck!
- I dumped a full mag in it.
Didn't even slow it down.
- What do you mean it?
(ominous music)
(robot whirring)
- What happened?
What happened? What happened?
(suspenseful music)
- [Chuck] Hell, if
I know what I saw.
What I saw doesn't
make any sense.
- And where the fuck
are the stingers?
- You're not listening to me.
There were no stingers.
Just it.
(ominous music)
- Nothing.
- Whatever Chuck was shooting
at couldn't have got far.
- Doesn't seem like he
even wanted to hit him.
Shooting from that close.
How could you miss?
- Sergeant, what was it?
- A machine.
A goddamn machine.
- A machine?
What are you talking
about? A robot?
You expect us to believe that?
Whoever broke in is halfway
to the state line by now.
What are we gonna
tell the Arabs?
Whoa.
- You lying bastard.
If there were no
stingers in that crate,
then what the hell was it?
- Everything you asked
for was on that manifest.
- You've been working at that
warehouse for three years.
- I'll say it again.
The base commander
moved everything
to that warehouse two weeks ago.
- Something tells me
you're running a side
deal here, Morley.
- I don't know any Arabs.
I wouldn't even know
how to set up a buy.
That's why I partnered
with you military guys.
You guys are the
trained experts.
- No one else knew
where the exchange was.
(suspenseful music)
- Something broke out, not in.
- That's what I've been
trying to tell you.
- Defense Intelligence Agency.
Goddamn spooks.
- Once you get to the end
of this road, turn right!
(Assad speaking in
foreign language)
(suspenseful music)
Right there, right there.
Turn!
(telephone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
- If things go
south, put 'em down.
Put 'em all down.
- Merry Christmas.
- [Bill] Is that my money?
- Not yet.
Two million.
- Courtesy of Uncle Sam, M16A1.
Fires a 5.56 NATO cartridge.
We got 20 rounders and thirties.
Or my personal
favorite, the M60E3.
762 by 51 and this little honey
spits out 600 rounds per minute.
Hot damn.
- What about the stingers?
- We're a few stingers short.
- How many?
- All of 'em.
- We had a deal for stingers.
(suspenseful music)
- The Americans don't
have the stingers.
No.
Three, yes.
What do you want me to do?
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
- M72 LAWS rocket launcher.
You can still take
down a jet liner
with one of these babies.
No guidance system,
but you get close
enough and, uh, bam.
- I didn't drive halfway
to this state to get
rocket launchers.
(Assad speaking in
foreign language)
- Go.
Go.
(Assad speaks in
foreign language)
- We'll take
200,000 off the top.
Plus the 200 you put down.
And how old are you?
We'll throw in some hand
grenades. Free of charge.
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck you.
- I don't know how it works
in your country, amigo,
but here in the
good old US of A,
gaining access to a level
two government run warehouse
is no walk in the park.
- This is supposed to be loaded
in a cargo ship tomorrow night.
(suspenseful music)
What kind of operation
are you running?
- [Bill] There's
enough hardware here
for you to start
your own goddamn war.
- The deal is off.
- It's a setup!
(gunshots blasting)
- No!
(explosion rumbling)
(gunshots blasting)
(Stan shouts)
(flames crackling)
(gunshots blasting)
(Amir groaning)
- You should have
taken the deal.
- Fucking bastard.
(gunshots blasting)
- He's headed east towards
the creek, right towards you.
(suspenseful music)
(interface whirring)
- [Pursuer] Stop right...
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
- Ah!
Ah!
(robot whirring mechanically)
(ominous music)
- How many men are we
dealing with here, Sergeant?
(ominous music)
- [Frank] Some kind of
straight edge weapon.
Caught him straight
through his ribcage.
- Feds will be crawling
all over this place soon.
Dump the crates outta
the back of the van.
We move, five minutes.
- Before.
We can't leave this here.
We have to get rid of
it or we're fucked.
- We're already fucked.
There's no time.
Besides, we're $2
million richer.
We'll take the van east to 195.
Interstate all the way
to St. Andrew's Air Base.
Let's move.
Adios, amigo.
(van rumbling)
Let's move.
(interface whirring)
(interface beeping)
- [Automated Voice] Weapons
package is disabled.
Okay, weapons package enabled.
Time to detonation 10 hours.
(timer beeping)
- What the fuck is going on?
That's great.
- [Frank] We can't
just leave this here.
- No choice.
(wind howling)
(bird cawing)
Let's see who's home.
(wind howling)
(door handle rattles)
(door creaking)
(footsteps tapping)
(weapon thuds)
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] 35 shows back in A1.
- [Dispatcher]
Registered, roger.
(police radio chattering)
- 31 to West Branch.
Come in. Over.
(suspenseful music)
- [Dispatcher] Repeat.
- 31 to West Branch.
Come in. Over.
(suspenseful music)
(police radio chattering)
This is Deputy Will Robertson.
Is there anyone that can hear
me on this channel? Over.
- [Dispatcher] I'll advise you.
- [Officer] Move to 1032.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
- Jesus.
(gunshots blasting)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets clanging)
(gun clicking)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(police radio chattering)
(Will screams)
(gunshots blasting)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Bill] You got my
money? Got my money?
Got my money?
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(door creaks)
(TV announcer speaking faintly)
(footsteps tapping)
(door clicks)
(footsteps tapping)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
- We proposed a peace agreement
to end the fighting for good.
The Kosovar leaders signed
that agreement last week.
Even though it does not
give them all they want.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- [Boyd] Move an inch and
I'll blow you in half.
- Jesus.
Take it easy, old man.
(wheelchair squeaking)
I'm just passing through.
- The Bible may
forgive trespassers,
but I sure as hell don't.
Don't even think
about it, sonny.
I may look slow, but you
reach for that piece,
I'll blow you right
back out that door.
- I don't want any trouble.
- Well, you got trouble now.
- Drop it.
I said drop it.
- Not a chance.
You know how much
this thing costs?
(gun clatters)
- [Frank] This guy's
armed to the teeth.
(suspenseful music)
- What are you gonna do?
Kill me?
You gonna kill a cripple?
You ever heard of a small
island in the Pacific?
Some gook put me in this
chair for serving my country.
And this is how I'm gonna die?
- No one's killing anybody.
We just need a ride outta here.
Where's the keys to
the Ford Outback?
- Doesn't work.
Took the engine out
of it last summer.
- You alone?
- Of course I'm alone.
You see anybody else?
It's Christmas Eve
for Christ's sake.
- You got any other weapons
we should know about?
- [Boyd] There's some
dynamite in the garage.
- Dynamite?
(Boyd laughs)
- Listen, pops.
Hell is coming this way
and unless you
start being useful,
you're gonna become unuseful.
- Keep quiet and out of our way
and you might live through this.
(bag thumps)
- Something's not right.
Whatever killed that man
is still out there
(guns clicking)
and it's coming after us.
We need to move out now.
- [TV Announcer] Placed
numerous inspectors.
- [Reporter] Good evening-
- Maybe he's right.
- Police and the FBI.
- Turn it up.
- Investigating a robbery
where a security guard
was fatally shot.
Authorities are looking
for this man, Stan Morley.
Morley, a longtime
employee of the warehouse
is wanted on a
nationwide warrant.
Police have not yet identified
Morley's three
other accomplices.
Police are urging the public,
if you see this man, call them.
We'll have more on this
developing story coming up.
In other news now-
- Friend of yours?
(siren wailing)
- It's the fucking cops.
(suspenseful music)
- Not a word or you die first.
(siren wailing)
- Get ready.
- [Dispatcher] Okay, 35.
- Jesus.
- [Robot] Police officer.
(interface whirring)
(dramatic music)
- I'm seeing it, but
I ain't believing it.
(police radio chattering)
(ominous music)
- No, don't shoot it.
(robot whirring)
It doesn't know we're in here.
(suspenseful music)
- That's not possible.
How the hell did that
thing find us so fast?
- I told you, but
you wouldn't listen.
No one would.
We need to board
this place up now.
Windows, doors, and I mean now.
- Get that gun outta my face.
- That thing gets in here,
we're all dead.
(police radio chattering)
- Frank, you gotta
come see this.
(robot whirring)
(car parts clattering)
(ominous music)
- [Automated Voice] Analyzing.
(interface beeping)
14 volts. Not compatible.
Error. Starting reset.
System shutdown.
(static crackles)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- It's just standing there.
We need to consider
the possibility
that we might be here a while.
- Bennett, offer him Morley's
cut to come and get us out.
- I tried him. No signal.
- [Chuck] Try again.
- Forget it.
We split Morley's
share three ways.
- Can't spend the
money if you're dead.
- [Bill] Where are you going?
- I'll get it done any way.
- [Chuck] Dynamite.
I'm coming with you.
- No, stay here.
Keep your eye on it.
Let me know if that thing moves.
(wind howling)
- Who are you
guys? Bank robbers?
(money thuds)
- We're patriots.
- You're fools.
It's only a matter of time
before they get in here
and rip you neck to nuts.
In the jungle,
we could smell 'em coming.
You ain't gonna get Boyd
Lee Simpson without a fight.
Not this time.
- We don't know
what that thing is.
- Can I have my gun back?
(suspenseful music)
(static crackling)
- I'll say it again.
Firefly, this is Red Rover.
We need a taxi outta here.
Over.
(static crackling)
Firefly to Red Rover.
Come in, goddamn it.
(airplane engine roaring)
- 15 degrees.
- 412. Copy.
Lima foxtrot one.
We are squat 1033.
Departure radio
contact. 600 miles.
- [Bill] Firefly to Rover.
Mayday. Mayday.
(static crackling)
Come in. Over.
I repeat. This is Firefly.
- This is Red Rover.
Your message is broken. Over.
- Bennett, this is Mosley.
We got a situation
here. A bad one.
Need immediate extraction. Over.
- Negative Firefly.
I've got new orders.
(static crackling)
Original LZ at 0600.
- [Bill] We're in serious-
We're as good as-
(static crackles)
- Did you get any of that?
- Something about
as good as dead.
- Fuck!
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(door bangs)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(suspenseful music)
(interface beeping)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Automated Voice] Ahead.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(distorted voice echoing)
(Boyd humming)
(weapons clicking)
- Chuck, come in.
What's happening?
(suspenseful music)
Goddamn it!
(robot whirring)
Heavenly shades of
night are falling
It's twilight time
- [Bill] Frank.
Out of the mist your
voice is calling
- Frank, Reardon's AWOL.
So is that thing.
When purple-colored curtains
- [Bill] You need to get
outta there right now.
I'll hear you, my
dear, at twilight time
(robot whirring)
(metal clangs)
(Frank groaning)
- It might be in the building.
Get out of there, Frank.
(Frank shouts)
(Frank groaning)
(door bangs)
- Shoot it!
Shoot it!
(robot whirring)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullet casings clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(weapon clatters)
(ominous music)
(distorted voices echoing)
- [Automated Voice]
Danger. Danger.
(robot whirring mechanically)
Warning. Warning.
Hydraulics are low.
- [Frank] What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
- How the hell should I know?
This wasn't part of
the goddamn plan.
- Well, we gotta do something
otherwise there won't
be anybody left.
(robot whirring mechanically)
(bullet clangs)
What the hell does that
thing want with us?
(suspenseful music)
Where were you, Reardon?
You were supposed to
keep an eye on it.
- I followed it around back.
The snow picked up
and I lost it by the
electrical transformer.
- We'll never make it to base.
Time for plan B.
We got plenty of cash.
- No one's going anywhere.
- [Bill] I don't remember
anybody putting you in charge.
- I told you we need
to fortify this place.
Bullets don't work.
(ominous music)
(robot whirring)
(bullet clatters)
(ominous music)
- [Automated Voice] Hydraulic
fluid levels restored.
Okay, I'm hitting playback.
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
- The M60E3.
This little honey spits
out 600 rounds per minute.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
Bullets do work.
- Look, we drive south and
head to the Mexican border.
- We just made the
11 o'clock news.
Every bus station, airport,
and border crossing is
gonna be crawling with cops.
Nearest highway is a three
hour walk in all directions.
In this weather,
we'll never make it.
We stick to the original plan.
Ride out this storm
for a few more hours.
Head east to the highway.
Chuck?
Sorry.
- For what?
- I didn't believe you.
None of us did.
- Who would?
The Army created a monster.
Now we have to deal with it.
I'm gonna find it.
Keep an eye on it.
(ominous music)
(footsteps tapping)
(Chuck whistling)
(interface whirring)
- [Automated Voice]
Target located.
Lock in.
(robot whirring)
(Chuck whistling)
- We can drive this
thing out of here
if we can find the keys for it.
Same goes for the
Ford in the back.
- That cripple said they
were both out of commission.
- [Frank] Oh, forget him.
I don't trust a word he says.
(dramatic music)
(door bangs)
(suspenseful music)
- Frank!
- Go ahead.
- He got the money.
He's heading around
the building.
(door bangs)
(engine roars)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(gunshots blasting)
Get out of the fucking truck!
Turn the engine off!
(light country music)
(gun clicks)
(vehicle rumbling)
(Boyd screaming)
(metal clanging)
(Boyd screaming)
(Boyd gasping)
(Boyd groaning)
(light country music)
- Ah!
(gunshots blasting)
Ah, my leg's busted.
(robot whirring)
- [Automated Voice]
Target located.
(Boyd shouts)
(gunshots blasting)
(Boyd screaming)
(Boyd whimpering)
Adios, amigo.
(Boyd screaming)
(blood squelches)
(Boyd screams)
(robot whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(light country music)
(robot whirring)
(sparks hissing)
(suspenseful music)
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Chuck] It's a bomb.
- [Bill] Jesus, Chuck.
- A walking fucking bomb
can tear a man's heart out
before its next beat.
We're never getting
out of its grip.
- [Bill] Take it easy.
We're getting outta here.
- Step back. Put your
guns on the floor.
- [Bill] Not a chance.
- Take one more step
and we'll find out if
you're one of them.
- The money's in the truck.
All we have to do is get it.
We can buy our way
out of the country.
- Goddamn it, Reardon.
We're on the same team and
that thing is still out there.
(suspenseful music)
- [Chuck] Maybe it's
already in here.
- Drop the gun, Chuck.
That's an order.
- You can take your orders
and shove 'em up your ass.
(glass shatters)
You're dead.
Might as well accept it.
It's coming.
(suspenseful music)
(door clicks shut)
- We're gonna have
to put him down.
He's compromised
the whole operation.
- This operation's
already compromised.
(suspenseful music)
- Chuck, where are you?
Chuck, come in.
Where's the money?
Chuck, answer me, goddamn it.
(suspenseful music)
You better get in here.
Garage.
- You found him?
- Oh, I found him, all right.
The son of a bitch has
locked himself in a tool room
and he has the dynamite.
- Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackles)
- We gave our lives
to the military.
We should have never
turned our backs on them.
(ominous music)
You can't fight the military.
They're the strongest
group of fighters
the world has ever seen.
Look what they made.
How do you fight that?
- We're soldiers.
We follow orders.
Open the door.
- Not a chance.
You're one of them.
I noticed earlier.
You move like it.
You talk like it.
Who sent you?
- No one sent us.
Now open the fucking door.
You can stay in there
all night for all I care.
We just want the
dynamite and the money.
- Money?
(suspenseful music)
- We're unarmed.
Come on out and we
can talk about this.
- Talk is over.
I've heard enough.
Pretty soon they'll be
sending these things
all over the place to do
the government's dirty work.
You call yourselves soldiers.
You're traitors.
(ominous music)
I'm a Marine.
No one is taking Sergeant
Chuck Reardon alive.
(suspenseful music)
We're all going to die tonight.
But not before I
make this right.
(suspenseful music)
(bag thumps)
(flame hissing)
That's where the problem began.
Right there.
- Chuck, don't do it!
- And this is where
the problem ends.
That money signed
our death warrant.
- That's not gonna
solve anything.
Chuck, don't do it.
(dramatic music)
(blood splatters)
(Chuck groaning)
- Move!
(gunshots blasting)
(Frank shouts)
(gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(Chuck screaming)
(gunshots blasting)
(Chuck groaning)
(gunshots blasting)
(Chuck groaning)
(robot whirring)
(weapon clatters)
Deep in the dark, your
kiss will thrill me
Like days of old
(gunshot blasts)
(flame hissing)
(robot whirring)
Together at last
at twilight time
- [Bill] Firefly to Red Rover.
I repeat. This is Firefly.
Come in. Over.
Trans on squawk 1-0 niner.
Firefly to Red Rover.
- You're wasting your time.
(dramatic music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Bill] Our best chance to
get out died with that van.
Now we have no chance.
- In Iraq, the enemy
surrounded us everywhere.
Hundreds of them.
Remember that?
We're Marines.
We can handle anything.
(footsteps thudding)
(robot whirring)
- [Automated Voice] You
call yourself soldiers.
You're traitors.
You're traitors.
- It may be made out of
titanium or some hard composite.
There's no way it
could withstand three
pounds of dynamite.
We just got to find
a way to trap it
and then get the hell out of
the perimeter of the explosion.
I don't know if I'm gonna do it,
but I'm gonna fight
my way outta here.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- This better work.
We're almost out of ammo.
(robot whirring)
(interface beeping)
- [Automated Voice] Error.
Not compatible.
(robot whirring)
- The men on that videotape
were four-star generals.
Could have been made offshore.
Intelligence agency.
The CIA were running
all kinds of black ops
missions in Vietnam.
Maybe they just wanted to
even the playing field.
- You're saying the
Vietnamese made that thing?
- Not likely.
North Korea, China.
- Yeah, well, if
it's made in China,
maybe it'll break
down on its own.
This thing was
shelved for a reason.
It's not indestructible.
We can kill it.
(robot whirring mechanically)
(ominous music)
(wind howling)
(flame hissing)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clangs)
(ominous music)
(metal clanging)
(Bill's knuckles crack)
- Frank, how much longer?
- First two are set.
Coming back for more.
Deepening shadows
gather splendor
As day is done
Fingers of night
will soon surrender
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(ax thuds)
(Frank screaming)
(metal clanging)
(Frank screaming)
(robot whirring)
- Frank, come in.
(ominous music)
(interface beeping)
(sparks crackle)
(electricity zapping)
- [Automated Voice]
Power restored to 25%.
Together at last
at twilight time
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
- Oh Jesus.
(machine beeps)
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(Bill exhales)
(telephone ringing)
Will be like days of old
Lighting the spark
of love that fills me
- What are you?
(robot whirring)
- [Robot] Soldier.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(interface buzzing)
(footsteps clanging)
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
(gun cocks)
(robot whirring mechanically)
- [Dispatcher] Channel four.
(gunshot blasts)
(gun cocks)
(shell casing clatters)
- [Robot] You're traitors.
(interface buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshot blasts)
(Bill panting)
(gunshots blasting)
- [Automated Voice] Danger.
(suspenseful music)
(static crackling)
(static crackling)
(bats flapping)
(robot whirring)
(ominous music)
(metal clangs)
(static crackling)
(footsteps thudding)
(robot whirring)
(gunshot blasts)
(robot whirring)
- [Robot] Open the door.
(gunshots blasting)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
(metal clanging)
(gunshots blasting)
(interface buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring mechanically)
(door clicks)
(ominous music)
(flame crackling)
(Bill screams)
(Bill breathing heavily)
(suspenseful music)
(Bill groaning)
(alarm blaring)
(footsteps crunching)
(suspenseful music)
(alarm blaring)
(flame hissing)
(footsteps crunching)
- [Robot] Engaging enemy.
(dramatic music)
- [Automated Voice]
Power is at 3%.
Blast radius one mile.
(suspenseful music)
(robot whirring)
(interface buzzing)
Target.
(gunshots blasting)
Danger.
Danger. Danger.
(robot whirring)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(gunshots blasting)
Warning. Power is at 3%.
(suspenseful music)
(flame hissing)
- Come on, you son of a bitch.
Keep coming.
That's it.
Come on, you motherfucker.
- [Automated Voice]
T-minus 30 seconds.
- You motherfucker.
(ominous music)
Adios, amigo.
(explosion rumbling)
Yes!
(explosion rumbling)
(flames crackling)
(suspenseful music)
(electricity zapping)
(robot whirring)
(distorted voice echoing)
(static crackling)
(weapon thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps crunching)
(Bill breathing heavily)
- Stop right there!
Drop the bag! Now!
We've been looking for you.
Who is he?
- Passport says John Carson.
Ran through the system.
No prior arrests.
- Keep looking. No
one's that clean.
Your crime spree
just ended, son.
How did you think you were
gonna get away with this?
Huh?
- Maybe they didn't
think that far ahead.
- The Feds seem real
anxious to talk to you.
Called about 15 minutes ago.
They're sending somebody
down to pick you up.
- Lieutenant William Mosley.
2nd Marine Division '81 to '96.
Retired.
- See, that wasn't
so tough, was it?
- You're in way
over your head, cop.
Whatever's out
there killed my men.
Butchered 'em like spring lambs.
And the people that
made that thing
are on their way here
now to cover it up.
- Ha!
Boy, you got some
kind of imagination.
- 24 hours ago, I
was just like you.
Too stupid to see
what's going on.
Open this door and
let me outta here.
Keep the money, disappear.
Just let me go.
- Like hell.
You're gonna pay
for what you did
and when you do,
I'll be right there
to see it happen.
- We're all gonna
pay for what I did.
You and your men too, if you
don't get 'em outta here.
- You can play the
tough, strong guy
as long as you want
and not tell us.
But believe me,
you are finished.
- Firefly, this is Red Rover.
Come in.
(airplane engine roaring)
(suspenseful music)
- [Sheriff] I want roadblocks
on the 115 and Green Lane.
There may be some of
'em still out there.
I want this county locked down.
No cars in or out.
- I would've made it.
(telephone ringing)
- [Deputy] Oakland
County Sheriff's Office.
- Sheriff, you gotta see this.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(ominous music)
- [Deputy] Sheriff, you
ever see anything like this?
There's still pieces of
it all over everywhere.
Sheriff, this is
something, isn't it?
- No, no, no. Don't touch it.
Get it outta here.
- Sit down.
(robot whirring)
- Oh, no, no. Don't.
Don't touch it. Don't touch it.
- I said sit down.
- Get it outta here!
(Bill shouting)
- [Robot] Target locked.
- It's a fucking bomb!
- [Robot] Target locked.
- Goddamn it!
(Bill shouting)
(suspenseful music)
No!
(timer beeps)
(explosion rumbles)
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
- [News Announcer]
We have breaking news
of a massive
explosion in Michigan.
People are being
evacuated as fire crews
continue to battle this fire.
- [Reporter] Police and fire
officials are now saying
that a 1,500 pound car bomb
ripped through the Oakland
County Police Department
early this morning.
- [News Announcer] FBI
and state authorities
are now calling this
a terror attack.
- At least 50 people are dead
and that number is
expected to rise.
Authorities have identified
51-year-old William Mosley
as the bomber who was
also killed in the blast.
Mosley was a former
Marine with ties
to a militant group
out of Lexington.
Mosley's accomplices
have been identified
as Frank Baxter
and Chuck Reardon.
Authorities remain confident
that this was an
isolated terror attack.
They believe Mosley
and his army buddies
picked the police building as
their target for the bombing
because of a long time grudge
against the government.
A grudge that delivered
bloodshed not seen on US soil
since the Oklahoma City bombing.
Take a good look.
This is what a real
monster looks like.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(airplane engine roaring)
- General, we land
in 30 minutes.
(ominous music)