Critical Mass (2001) Movie Script
[soft orchestral music]
[dramatic music]
[sirens wail]
[sirens continue]
We're here.
[suspenseful music]
We came as soon as we could.
What's the problem?
It must be some kind of mistake.
We have no problem.
You do now.
[gun fires] [groans]
[music continues]
Here we are.
[man groans]
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
We're complete.
Good.
Come to sector A4 now.
This way.
[sirens wail] [dramatic music]
We got what we came for.
All of it?
Enough.
Let's get out of here.
It's this way.
- Peterson. - [Peterson over radio] Sir.
Wait for my cue and then proceed as planned.
The area is completely surrounded.
I know we are.
Wait for my cue and then proceed as planned.
I'll meet you on the fourth floor in five minutes.
You come with me.
[music continues]
[man grunts]
The desk will do.
I've got it.
[glass shatters]
[officer] Look out!
[gun fires]
[car explodes]
[indistinct chattering]
[music continues]
[glass shatters]
[officer] Move, move, move!
[gun fires]
[car explodes]
[officer] Move, move, move!
[gun fires]
I'll meet you at the elevator.
[gun fires]
[car explodes]
[guns fire]
[explosion booms] [indistinct radio chatter]
[music continues]
[man groans]
Is he all right?
He's fine, he'll be here any second.
[man over radio] Peterson.
The time is now, man, get on the move.
[car starts]
Go!
Go!
[gun fires]
[man shouts]
- [officer] Look out! - [indistinct shouting]
[glass shatters] [tires squealing]
[music continues]
All right, go.
[tires screech]
[gun fires]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[timer beeps]
[bomb explodes] [glass shatters]
[timer beeps]
[bomb explodes] [glass shatters]
[timer beeps]
[bomb explodes] [glass shatters]
[music continues]
[gun fires] [horn honks]
[man on radio] This is Chopper One!
He shot out my window but I'm still on his tail.
- [gun fires] - Get down!
Go faster!
[indistinct radio chatter]
[tires screech]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[gun fires]
- Hit the brakes! - What?
Hit the brakes!
[helicopter explodes]
We're all set.
One of you can cut out early, if you'd like.
I need the overtime.
Then that would be me.
Oh, that's because I beat you last time.
Come on now, play fair.
High card.
I'm gonna take you this time.
[man chuckles]
Looks like you finally won one, Mike.
[Mike chuckles]
Not so fast.
I can see myself now, sitting by the pool,
sipping my margarita while you guys toil away here.
[laughs]
That's better than a two.
That's it.
I'm through betting.
Come on. We gotta meet the envoy.
Don't forget to fill out your report before you go.
Okay.
Hello, I'm Officer Henderson,
this is Officer Jeffers.
We're heading up the security here today.
We just thought we'd introduce ourselves
and go over the agenda.
Well, I'm pleased to meet you.
This is state Senator Cook,
and this is his press secretary, Janine Simpson.
I'm producing the campaign spot, Steve Johnson.
I want to do a quick tour of the facility,
shoot the senator's dialogue,
and we're out of here.
Less than an hour, hopefully.
Is that cool with you?
Well, Officer Jeffers and one of my other men
will be happy to answer any specific questions you have.
I have a question, Officer Jeffers.
You're one of the last of 60 people here
who were laid off since this facility was decommissioned.
How do you feel about that?
The senator is against the closing of the plant.
I'm against the loss of jobs for hardworking people
like Officer Jeffers here and...
[whispers] Officer Henderson.
Henderson, that's right.
Well, Senator, most of the people who worked here
were highly trained scientists and technicians
who won't have any trouble finding new jobs.
The rest of us had plenty of warning,
so I don't really see what the issue is.
Oh, well, Officer,
I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree.
All right.
I've got no time for that kind of silliness.
Sir, we should really get started.
The morning light makes you look 10 years younger.
You are, as always, correct.
Okay.
One of you guys has tour duty.
I want you out there in 15 minutes.
I'll do it.
Wait a minute, what are you volunteering for?
You don't want to supervise that group any more than I do.
Someone has to.
Yeah, but the least you could do is fight me for it.
He feels bad for you, Mike.
Why?
You always lose.
Every time.
No, I don't.
Okay, all right, I do,
but that's because you guys always
use those stupid games of chance to make decisions.
If you guys would use something meaningful for once,
something deep,
like trivia.
Ask me a sports trivia question, anything,
and if I don't get it right, I will do the tour.
Well, he does know a lot about sports.
He's lost money on all of 'em.
And don't give me an easy one, make it hard.
Who were the original hosts of Monday Night Football?
[Mike chuckles]
Howard Cosell,
Dandy Don Meredith,
and Frank Gifford.
Wrong.
Gifford wasn't until the second year.
Keith Jackson was the first year.
Get outta here.
He's right.
Damn.
Have fun, guys.
Shit.
[suspenseful music]
Intelligence says security is pretty much at a minimum.
We should be able to just walk in there.
Gentlemen,
prepare yourselves.
[music continues]
It won't be long now.
[static crackles]
- Henderson. - I'm here.
Monitors are on the blink again,
but I think I saw a few stragglers
out by the front gate.
I'm gonna try to get them pointed in the right direction,
but keep an eye out for 'em, all right?
Will do.
I had a feeling I'd be seeing you.
Who were the original hosts of Monday Night Football?
Howard Cosell,
Don Meredith,
and Keith Jackson.
You said Frank Gifford, right?
It's a trick question.
I thought you were gonna give up betting.
I am, starting now.
I'm glad to hear that.
Well, you're all set here.
I'll be back at the office if you need me.
Okay.
Keith Jackson.
Hey, guys!
You must be lost.
The rest of your crew's on the other side of the compound.
I'll show you, if you go right--
[gun fires] [grunts]
What the hell is this?
Hey, look, I'm sorry.
Intelligence said the place would be empty.
"Intelligence said." What if they're wrong?
Now we've got a totally different situation to handle
before we can move.
[suspenseful music]
The entrance is clear, sir,
we're all set to go.
Good.
We have to move now.
So, what do we do?
Get in the facility, you cut the telephone lines,
and we shoot them all.
[music continues]
[bell rings]
What is that thing?
[man] I'm not sure.
It must be some kind of nuclear transport truck.
Let's go.
[music continues]
[crane whirring]
[inaudible]
Now, Senator, when you're done powdering your nose,
your crew is ready.
I'm ready now.
Tell me, Officer Jeffers,
does one need a high school diploma
to become a security guard?
I don't know.
But I did eight years in the Air Force
and got myself a master's degree, just to be safe.
Hmm.
Hey, there.
Don't do anything.
Are you two looking for the senator?
Yes, but I'm afraid we got lost.
The gentleman back at the gate
must have given us the wrong direction.
Well, I don't have either one of you on the list,
so it's already gotten started.
Do you mind fitting me in?
It's nothing special,
just some politician making a TV commercial for himself.
Bunch of hooey, if you ask me.
How big is the crew?
Just a handful.
Well, that's no problem at all.
Where are they?
They're up on the roof.
Gotta go.
Thanks.
Take care of him.
What about the criticism that closing this plant
will eliminate 60 jobs?
That's an excellent question.
First of all, I'd like to remind you
that I opposed the closing of this facility.
Now, I served in Vietnam
and I know firsthand the importance
of continuing programs
that promote national security.
However, in this case,
most of the employees are highly skilled
scientists and technicians who are very much in demand.
So the threat to jobs is not really that much of concern.
Any other questions?
Well, I guess we can begin a tour of the facility.
Officer Jeffers will lead us.
Hmm?
This way, folks.
[suspenseful music]
- [gun cocks] - Hey.
What are you doing?
Easy.
[gun fires] [man grunts]
[gun fires] [Officer Henderson grunts]
[suspenseful music]
Sorry.
They look bored.
Maybe you could expand your tour,
do a little juggling act,
something like that.
Well, I'm not a tour guide, Senator,
I'm just here for your safety.
I'd expect more than that
from a man with a master's degree.
What were your fields of study?
Basket weaving, physical education?
Well, in the Air Force,
I got real good at peeling potatoes for eight years,
but my degree is in political science.
Speaking of which,
what prompted you to want to become a state senator?
Couldn't hack it on the federal level?
I can hack it on any level, mister.
I served in Vietnam.
Yeah, I think you mentioned that about six times in your speech.
Well, come on, people, let's go.
Well, with all the workers gone,
the jobs gone, place looks like a ghost town.
As you can see, it looks like they made good on their word
and decommissioned this place.
Used to be a thriving community.
[suspenseful music]
Well, folks, I think that's all there is to see.
Why don't we start heading back?
I think that's an excellent idea.
I think we've got enough footage.
Senator, we could still use a few closeups.
I think the people have seen quite enough.
Besides, my best light's already gone by.
Get back to the plant as quickly as you can,
move, now, go.
[guns fire] [woman screams]
[cameraman groans]
Go, go!
[guns fire]
[Jeffers] Go!
[dark music]
[alarm blaring]
[Cook] What's going on?!
[Jeffers] I tripped the alarm.
This whole section's gonna seal off!
Come on, let's go!
[alarm blares]
[Janine screams]
[dramatic music]
Come on.
Breem!
Did we get everybody?
Oh, shit.
Where's Breem?
- Breem. - [Breem] Yeah?
Did we get everybody?
Looks like we got everyone, yeah.
Good, so let's get down to business.
Wait.
There's someone missing.
Where's the security guard?
Where is he?
I don't know!
Breem, there is no time for this.
The whole mission is in jeopardy.
Which way did they move?
That way.
Good.
You go back to the van and work on the device with Peterson.
We have a job to finish.
[dramatic music]
This way, come on.
Come on, go, this way.
They'll be coming right behind us.
Calm down.
There's over a couple hundred rooms in this place.
They won't know where to find us.
[Jeffers pants]
And I'm gonna make it even harder.
Come on.
[music continues]
Phone's dead, they must have cut the lines.
What are we gonna do?
Keep your voice down.
You got a cell phone?
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Borden here.
Joe, it's Mike Jeffers out at San Miguel.
Hey, Mike Jeffers.
I hope you're calling to tell me you got my money.
I'm calling you from a cell phone.
Listen, we got an emergency out here,
we're under attack by I don't know who.
Attack?
Let me guess, and you're the only survivor, right?
Shut up and listen to me.
I don't have much time here.
I'm hiding out in the plant,
I need you to send help down here ASAP.
Look, if this is some kind of joke, I don't--
It's no joke, people are dead, Joe.
All right, all right,
I'll get a car over there.
Oh, hey, what's your number so I can call you back?
What's the number on this phone?
Um, it's 555-0235.
555-0235.
And be careful, I don't know how many of them are out there.
All right.
Pete, call the power plant
and see if the phones are working!
- [Pete] You got it. - Hey, Bear,
see if we got a patrol car in that area.
[Bear] Right.
[suspenseful music]
I have no time for this.
I have to go back.
Find any survivor and kill them.
Then report back to me.
[officer] We're here on site.
I don't see anybody.
Gate's open.
We're proceeding into the facility.
[gate beeps]
Oh, my God.
[dramatic music]
Dispatch, we've got a massacre at San Miguel.
Get some backup down here as soon as possible.
[gun fires] [officer groans]
[guns fire]
Under fire!
Get back to the car!
[guns fire]
Pull back to the car and report!
Take cover!
Get back to the car! Do you read?
[guns fire]
[guns firing over radio]
[guns fire]
[officer screams]
[explosion rumbles]
I gotta go back up there.
What do you mean?
Why don't we just wait here till everything calms down?
I don't think so.
Call me crazy,
but I'd kind of like to know what just happened up there.
Maybe I'll come back with some good news.
I'm going with you.
That's not a good idea.
No, you have a gun and I have a rule,
stay close to the guy with the gun.
You can't leave me here.
Then come with us.
I'm not going back out there.
Look, I'm just going to do a quick recon,
I'll be back in less than 15 minutes.
How are we doing?
Right on schedule.
How long until it's up?
A couple of hours, at most.
Good, very good.
There has been a slight change.
Have you placed the charges yet?
That was Steele's job.
Steele is dead.
Now it's your job.
Go.
[dark music]
Place a charge at every exit and entrance.
No one can get out or in until I say so.
One other thing.
You better obey and follow my orders
or I put a bullet in your head.
I don't care how smart you are.
Is this clear?
Yes, sir.
[sirens wail] [dramatic music]
[tires screech]
All right!
Set up a perimeter,
and nobody do anything until I give you the high sign!
My partner with the Feds is being contacted,
Sheriff, do you want us to check out inside?
No, we'll just sit tight for the time being.
See what Mike has to say.
[suspenseful music]
[Janine] So, uh, what are you, green beret or a Navy Seal?
What?
Well, you said you were in the army, didn't you?
Uh-uh, Air Force.
I was head of security at the base, nothing fancy.
Oh, great.
A lifetime security guard.
Hey, from what I can see,
my job's a hell of a lot better than yours.
Don't rub it in.
I always wanted to be a news reporter.
You know, grab the big headline.
Seemed like every major story
slipped right through my fingers.
Hell, I'm lucky I have this crappy job.
Join the club.
[suspenseful music]
[music continues]
[phone buzzing] [Mike grunts]
Vibrate?
Sorry.
- [phone beeps] - Yeah?
Mike, it's Joe.
We got a blockade set up out here.
What the holy hell is going on in that plant?
It's bad, Joe, Charlie and Rick are dead.
Oh, Christ.
Who else besides you and those sons of bitches
are in that plant?
State Senator Cook and his press secretary.
I think everybody else is dead.
I'm still trying to figure out what's going on in here.
Looks like they're working on some kind of bomb.
All right, look, Mike,
find a safe place and wait this thing out.
Yeah.
[phone beeps]
How long ago did this call come in?
About 10 minutes ago.
Any word yet on who these people are?
Jack should give us all the details.
[man] Let's just hope it's nothing.
Thank God you're here.
Bring us up to date.
I got a call from the San Miguel police department.
They're reporting that a nuclear plant
has been assaulted by a possible terrorist group.
Jesus.
There's a possibility that this is related
to the incident last night at Cyberdyne Systems.
I got Sheriff Borden on line two.
All right, put him through.
Sheriff, it's Alan Gould.
Two of my best men are dead.
Who knows how many more inside.
Look, we're just a small town department,
so unless you want a lot more people dying,
I suggest you get some of your
expert government guys down here pronto.
Yeah, we're working on it.
Do you have any idea who these people are?
Nope.
There's a security guard on the inside
who's in communication with me by cell phone.
He says he thinks they're building some kind of bomb.
So I guess we'll be hearing something pretty soon.
But listen.
They're serious about killing.
The next guy they kill just might be your boy, Senator Cook.
[dark music]
Shit. That's just what we need, a dead senator.
The live ones are bad enough.
All right, keep us up to date
on everything that comes through, Sheriff.
We've got government intelligence working on this
as we speak.
[Joe scoffs]
Government intelligence.
Okay, guys, looks like it's up to us!
And Mike.
Man, I hope you're on your first lucky streak.
How do we spin this?
We don't. Press is blacked out.
Get me Washington on the line now.
Jack, I'm gonna need you to set up communications.
[suspenseful music]
I'm gonna go check out down there.
See what's going on around the corner.
To think I almost voted for you.
Wait, wait.
I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement on this.
Nah.
How about I just kill you
and save the taxpayers all that retirement loot
you're gonna collect?
But...
I'm a senator!
[men grunt] [dramatic music]
- Oh my God. - Wait, wait.
[music continues] [men grunting]
[Janine grunts]
[Janine yells]
[man groans]
[Janine groans]
You all right?
Yeah.
[gun cocks]
Shoot him.
Shoot him, he was gonna kill me!
What's going on out there?
Sorry, can't help you.
I will shoot you.
Talk.
You know, Sheriff,
I know you and Mike are friends and all, but...
I gotta tell you,
this whole setup's just way too familiar for my liking.
What are you driving at, Reed?
Well, nobody ever wants to mention it,
but a lot of guys are starting to talk--
About the Parsons thing?
Well, yeah.
I mean, Jeffers is in there alive,
everybody else is dead,
including Charlie and Rick.
Hey, don't push me, Reed.
[Joe sighs]
Okay, you may have heard the stories,
but do you know the real facts?
Do you?
No, but I'm listening.
Well, everybody knows Mike Jeffers
was the sheriff down in Parsons County.
He got involved in some kind of
alcohol, tobacco, and firearms deal
that he came in to bust a bunch of gun runners.
Mike took four of his best men and five ATF agents and,
well, something went wrong and
they were all killed.
Everybody except Mike Jeffers.
A few thought he was a real hero.
Most people thought he was a coward
and he ran and hid at the first sign of trouble.
Either way, he was the sole survivor.
Bad publicity came down like flies on a cow patty
and the only job he could get was as a security guard,
and only that because of his military record.
Where do you stand on all that?
Well,
I give him a lot of grief about it.
The fact of the matter is
if I thought he was a gutless coward,
I wouldn't be sitting out here in the sun
with your thumb up my butt, would I?
No, sir, you wouldn't.
[suspenseful music]
[charge beeps]
Give me your tie.
What?
[Jeffers] Your tie.
Oh, for God's sake, give me this tie.
All right, all right, all right, all right!
Here!
Thank you.
[Janine sighs]
Okay, come on.
[man groans]
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Mike?
You got those bad guys yet so we can head on home?
Got one.
Got confirmation they're building some kind of bomb.
I'm working on the others.
All right, good work, keep your head down.
[phone beeps]
[soft orchestral music]
Yes, sir, I'll apprise the secretary of defense right away.
Garfield!
Give this to Secretary of Defense Ames.
Okay.
Now the big guns are coming out to play.
Get me Borden on the line.
We gotta move.
I said I'm not going out there.
Well, you can stay here, if you want.
But pretty soon somebody's gonna notice
this guy is missing and they're gonna come looking for him.
So you can go with us
or you can stay here and wait for them.
He's right.
I don't think I can do it.
Now, you listen to me.
If you wanna get yourself killed, you go right ahead,
but you are not gonna put us in danger, you got that?
Now, move!
Feisty, very feisty.
Well, you, you shut up and move too.
Yes, ma'am.
Hey, my guy inside says
they're definitely building a bomb of some kind.
How did he confirm that?
[Joe] Well, he didn't say and I didn't ask,
but he's not stupid.
Speaking of which,
how's the intelligence coming?
Well, we've notified the secretary of defense,
we're waiting on further instructions.
In the meantime,
I'm gonna find someone to send out there
who's familiar with nuclear technology,
maybe they can help you guys out.
Get on that.
[Joe] You better make it quick.
[man] You just sit tight.
We've got somebody on it.
- Yeah. - [phone beeps]
What are you thinking?
They'll have demands.
Do you want me to call Washington?
Not yet.
This was supposed to be an administrative job.
My ulcer can't take this.
[suspenseful music] [device beeps]
Oh, geez.
We're all set.
Good.
We're very close.
We are right on time.
Which way?
Let's go, we're sitting ducks here.
That way.
[dramatic music]
[guns fire] [Janine yells]
[Cook] Jesus.
Go, go, move!
[Janine yells]
[guns fire]
Uh--
[men grunt]
[gun fires]
[electricity crackles] [man screams]
[dark music]
Let's go.
Come on.
[gun clicks]
[phone rings]
Whoever you are,
I hope you got some answers.
Yeah, it's Gould.
I've had Cyberdyne send a man out to help you,
he should be there any time now.
Yeah, I think I see him coming.
Okay, his name is Karl Wendt.
He's a nuclear technician,
he should be able to figure out what to do.
Call us as soon as you know anything.
All right.
Hello.
I'm Karl Wendt, you must be Sheriff Borden.
Yes, I am.
I, uh, I don't know a lot,
but I'll fill you in on what I do know.
No, that's all right, I've already been briefed.
So, why are they here?
Well, the hypothesis is that this siege
is related to the Cyberdyne incident last night.
If that's true,
it could be a very big problem.
Well, I gathered that much.
A small amount of fissionable material
was taken from our lab.
Enough to make a small bomb.
Now, if that bomb were detonated here,
there's enough crude atomic material already in this plant
to produce another Chernobyl.
[dark music]
Let's hope I'm wrong about that though, huh?
Yeah.
[Cook groans]
[Jeffers] It's just a flesh wound, you'll be fine.
I told you, we never should have left and gone out there.
You almost got us killed.
Listen, I don't mind you pissing me off,
but now you're starting to bore me,
so shut up.
Gentlemen, please.
Now what are we gonna do?
I'm thinking.
Sampson, I'm only 10 minutes away.
All I have to do now is blacken the wires with this,
you won't be able to tell a colored wire from a black one.
Excellent.
Rand and Tannen haven't come back yet.
Go and find them.
I'm going to make that phone call.
Are you sure you're 10 minutes away?
I'm positive.
It's gonna look bad if a nuclear disaster erupts
with only the local police out there.
After the Waco incident,
we cannot afford another bad judgment call.
I know.
But we're on hold until the attorney general
gives the secretary of defense the go ahead.
[phone rings]
Guys.
There's a call.
I think this is it.
This is Alan Gould here.
Who am I speaking with?
Sampson here.
I'm going to get to the point.
I have control of the San Miguel nuclear facility.
I have a list of demands.
The United States does not negotiate with terrorists,
Mr. Sampson.
These are demands, not requests.
We have constructed a bomb.
It's not a very large one,
but it's very effective.
And believe me,
it's very well-positioned.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
This bomb has been constructed
by my associate, Arthur Breem.
I'm sure you have a file on him.
I'm going to fax you a list of prisoners
in federal custody throughout the nation.
You have five hours to arrange
their unconditional release.
In addition, we need a Learjet,
fully fueled with $50 million cash on board,
and a helicopter transportation from here.
I think we both know that those demands
will never be met, sir.
I think they will.
We are men with a purpose, Mr. Gould.
All of us will happily die for this cause.
And if anyone tries to disturb my mission,
I will detonate this bomb early.
You now have four hours left.
Goodbye, Mr. Gould.
[phone beeps]
Okay, Jack.
Get me Washington on the line.
[phone dials]
[Breem] Sampson, you never said anything to me
about $50 million.
Money makes the world go round.
This is a political cause,
it's not a financial one.
Political causes need money.
Everybody knows that.
It will work,
because what we are doing is right.
Trust me.
Rand!
Tannen!
Where the hell are you guys?
Rand!
Tannen!
Son of a bitch!
Call it.
Heads.
Wow, you weren't kidding.
So far, you've gotten every one wrong.
I told you.
When it comes to making any kind of decision,
like earlier, left or right, I'm always wrong.
Even when I try to outsmart myself
by picking left because I'm thinking right,
that doesn't work either.
That's comforting.
What can I say? I'm a lousy gambler.
[Janine] Okay so, now what?
I'm gonna look for a way out.
Maybe the answer is to establish a dialogue.
If I could just talk to whoever's leading them,
I'm sure I could negotiate our release.
Or get yourself killed.
Yeah, they really didn't seem like the talkative type.
No, no, no,
you have to know how to speak to them diplomatically.
That's a good idea.
You go ahead, go establish a dialogue.
We'll be waiting when you get back.
I thought so.
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
[grunts]
What the hell happened to you?
I don't know who it was.
One of them was a security guard.
A security guard?
Shut up, just untie me.
[music continues]
[device beeps]
The clock is running out.
If we're gonna go, we might as well do it now.
Come on.
[elevator dings] [suspenseful music]
What are we doing?
This looks dangerous.
You wanna get out of here?
[Cook] Of course.
There's one exit they may not know about.
This leads to it.
Hey!
[dramatic music] [guns fire]
[Janine yells]
I'm going for help, cover me!
Go!
[guns fire]
I can't get a good angle on him.
Stay put.
[guns fire]
[man groans]
Wait here.
[dramatic music]
What happened? Did you get him?
I lost him.
But he'll be back with help.
We've gotta move.
Here's the files you requested, Secretary.
Thank you. Sir.
Yeah.
What do you have?
I've got reports on all the prisoners
asked to be released,
as well as a profile on Arthur Breem and Sampson himself.
Take a look.
Sampson is a code name for a man named Rudolph Fassbender.
He's a European arms dealer
whose base is unknown at this time.
He's been supplying arms to the militia movement
in this country for quite some time, we believe.
Subversive file.
It looks like our man Sampson
has some very strong views on personal freedom.
He's hardcore.
I believe he quotes the Book of Revelations.
His group has promising to pull off something big
for quite some time.
We believe this may be it.
What about Breem?
Breem, he's an egghead inventor,
nuclear engineer,
an authority on nuclear science.
He did extensive work for us
until he dropped out of circulation
about three years ago.
What the hell is he doing with these guys?
A radical gone off the deep end.
Christ, this is absurd.
This looks like a who's-who list
of every American terrorist hack for the last 15 years.
I just wanna know one thing.
Is Arthur Breem capable of...
of arming a nuclear weapon?
Based on what intelligence has gathered,
it appears so.
Thank you.
Yes.
Yes, sir.
The secretary of defense has been apprised of the situation,
he's conferring with the attorney general
and the president.
Are they gonna release any prisoners?
No.
They're not gonna meet any demands.
They're just gonna wait 'em out.
My God, this is crazy.
The US government is calling their bluff.
I'm gonna check in.
Go over to the corner and keep a lookout.
Go over to the corner and keep a lookout.
What's the matter with you? I thought you served in Vietnam.
I did!
I was in supply.
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Borden.
Yeah, Joe, hey, it's Mike.
What's going on out there?
[Joe] Well, the government sent in a bomb expert
and apparently some demands have been made.
We're just out here hanging on to our peckers.
Are they gonna send anybody in?
[Joe] That's Washington's call,
but I wouldn't count on it.
If I was you, I'd get my butt out of there ASAP.
Well, I'd love to, but you need somebody inside.
Besides, I think my luck is changing.
[Joe] How's that?
I'm still alive.
Yeah.
Well, stay that way.
Don't press your bet.
Thanks.
[phone beeps]
[suspenseful music]
Listen. There's a way out of here.
Down there is a gate, okay?
Get through it, you turn right,
you're gonna be running right into the sheriff.
Wait a minute, aren't you coming?
I can't. Not till this is over.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Well, you can't stay here, they'll kill you.
[Jeffers] No, they won't.
If things get rough, I'll be right behind you.
Come on, Janine, let's go!
Go, go on.
Listen, um,
this is the biggest news story in the world right now
and I am smack dab in the middle of it,
so when this is over,
I would really like an exclusive interview with you.
Are you changing careers?
Yeah, you got it. [chuckles]
Suit yourself.
[bomb explodes] [Janine gasps]
[Joe shouts]
[dramatic music] [Cook screams]
[explosion rumbles]
Sounds like our problem is solved.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- Come on, come on. - Oh! But-- [grunts]
Come on, stop it, he's dead.
They had it hidden. Come on, let's go, let's go.
[dramatic music]
Well, you got bombs going off over here--
That's a little one, that's a small one,
that's not the big one.
Your guy says it's just a small one, it's a small one,
it's not the big one,
but it's blowing up here!
I mean, when are you gonna get
these government experts up here?
How many more people gotta die
before you act like you care about what's happening
to these people here?
You're all we have out there for the time being, so,
you just hang in there and wait for further instructions.
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Hello?
It's him.
Sampson.
It's Alan Gould.
Good afternoon.
We just killed your senator.
Any word yet on our demands
before we blow this place
and the surrounding area sky high?
Well, as you could probably guess,
Washington had some difficulty with your demands.
Now, if you're willing to negotiate, perhaps--
Let me make this clear to you.
I will happily die today.
I'm prepared for that.
So are my men.
Washington is aware of that fact.
I want to alert you,
I am setting the detonator right now.
[dark music]
- [detonator beeps] - You now have 90 minutes.
I'll expect confirmation
that our demands have been met within that time.
Or I will allow the bomb to detonate
and the results will be devastating.
Do you hear me?
Devastating.
Goodbye.
[Sampson sighs]
[detonator beeps]
Guess I better update Washington.
[suspenseful music]
Do you know where you're going?
No.
Oh, I feel much better now.
- We aim to please. - Thanks.
You're welcome.
[music continues]
If I can take him out, this whole thing would be over.
Don't let me stop you.
The bomb's right behind him.
With my luck, I'd hit that first.
Okay, give him a minute, he's bound to move.
Let's find a better angle.
[music continues]
Rand and Peterson are dead.
It's one of those people that got away
when we took out the camera crew.
You're telling me a cameraman took out
two of our best men?
It's not one of them, it's that security guard.
Security guard?
This is your mess, Breem.
You didn't follow your order.
That's the result.
Go with him.
[gun cocks]
Go with him.
Your job is done.
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
I think I can take him from here.
Think?
Well, he keeps moving around a lot.
We wanna make sure all these numbers
are checked and secured before anyone uses them.
Put me through to Sampson.
I'd like to see if I can talk to him one last time.
[phone rings]
[phone beeps]
Mr. Gould, I presume.
Yes, that's right.
[Sampson] I hope you're calling with good news.
No, I'm afraid not.
Listen, I'm sure that you believe very strongly
in this mission, but...
I've gotta be honest with you,
the US government is not going to meet your demands ever.
That's fine.
As I told you,
we're here to make a statement,
and apparently it will be a big one.
What is that going to prove?
How is that going to help your cause?
If you want a soapbox to stand on,
I'll get you one,
I'll put you on national television.
People do not have to die.
When thousands, maybe millions, of people die,
the world will wake up.
That's what it takes.
We both know that.
This government no longer exists to represent the people.
That's why it has to be dismantled.
Sampson, they are gonna think of you as a nut,
a lunatic that engineered a disaster.
Every great prophet was thought insane in his time.
By the way,
any wrong move by your sheriff out here,
I will detonate the bomb even earlier.
Take my word.
All right.
I'll call Washington again.
But I don't think it's gonna do any good.
[phone beeps]
[detonator beeps]
Nope.
We're doing all we can.
If this guy is telling the truth,
we're looking at the worst disaster ever
on United States soil.
Do you think he's for real?
Oh, yes, I do.
And for all of our sakes,
let's just hope Washington does too.
[suspenseful music]
Get him now, you have the shot.
Do you wanna do it?
Not really.
Thank you.
- [gun cocks] - [Tannen] Freeze!
Drop the gun.
- [gun clatters] - Turn around.
Finally.
You probably have no idea how much trouble you've caused.
What, I guess you're his faithful little sidekick?
I could have killed you earlier, but I didn't.
Yeah, well, big mistake.
Unfinished business always has a way of coming back
and biting you in the ass.
[Breem sighs]
Tannen, come on.
Why can't we just tie 'em up?
I mean, they'll be out of the way.
There's no reason for unnecessary bloodshed here.
- Just shut up and stand back. - No, just hold on.
[Tannen] No! [grunts]
[men grunt] [dramatic music]
No.
No!
[Tannen screams]
[body thuds]
[Breem gasps] [gun cocks]
Put the gun down.
Don't move!
I swear, I'll shoot.
No, you won't.
You don't want to kill us and we don't want to kill you.
So let's just work this out calmly
and we can all stay alive.
Not another step.
Give me the gun.
Come on.
[Breem grunts] [body thuds]
That was pretty good.
Thank you.
[Jeffers] Why don't I hold that?
Yeah.
Yes.
Yes, sir, yes, Mr. President.
We'll take care of it right away.
The evacuation proceedings will begin immediately.
Yes, sir, we cannot let these terrorist bastards take over.
Yes, sir.
Don't worry, we've got it under control.
Yes, we'll call you as soon as we have an update.
[man] Take care of this right away.
[woman] What's the decision?
They've spoken to their experts,
they've even conferred with Karl Wendt from the site.
They don't believe there's imminent danger
of a serious blast.
They want to evacuate the area and wait them out.
[phone rings]
- [phone beeps] - Yeah.
Sheriff, I just got the final word from Washington.
You're to pull everybody out of there immediately.
They're already evacuating the local perimeter
within the bomb's radius.
You just get your people out of there.
Well, yes, sir, but what about Mike?
He's still inside.
Well, let's just hope he's taking good care of himself.
You have your orders.
[phone beeps] [dramatic music]
All right, Washington says we gotta move out,
so get ready!
But nobody go anywhere until I say so!
I'm still in charge here.
This is insane!
It's suicide.
He'll detonate the bomb, he's that crazy.
Take it up with the president.
Look, the demands are ludicrous.
He won't negotiate.
I think he wants to blow this bomb.
Let's just pray they get everybody out of there in time.
Oh, damn.
[suspenseful music]
Hold it!
I guess you are the man we've all been hearing about.
Drop the gun or he's dead.
You really are a security guard.
I must say, I'm impressed.
And you, you are a real big disappointment.
Drop it.
Breem, you're fired.
[gun fires] [Breem groans]
[guns fire]
[Mike pants]
- I'm out. - [gun clatters]
Oh, God.
I don't know who you are,
but unless you want to explode a nuclear bomb,
I wouldn't shoot in this direction!
Tell me what you want!
I may be able to help you get it!
I made my demands,
the clock is ticking!
And if your demands aren't met,
you're gonna what?
Blow up the whole world?
No!
Just this little part of it!
[Sampson laughs]
Wait here.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, where are you going?
[dramatic music]
[men grunting]
[gun clatters]
[Mike grunts]
[lift whirs]
[music continues]
[Mike yells]
[Mike yells]
[gun fires]
Hey, watch it, will ya?!
[gun fires]
[music continues]
[gun fires]
[Sampson chokes]
[music continues]
[Sampson yells]
[barrels clatter]
[grand music]
[lift whirs]
Wow.
Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Well, no, that was my first time!
Pretty good, huh?
Not bad.
Yeah, Joe, it's Mike.
It's clear, you can come on in now.
Mike, are you sure?
Hell yes.
The bad guys are dead.
But we're gonna need somebody in here
who can disarm the device.
Okay, okay, we're on our way in.
All right, we're going in!
But listen, I want everybody to be mindful
of every exit and entry!
This whole place is liable to be booby trapped!
Karl!
Get your ass up here ASAP!
Come on, man, time for you to shine.
We got a bomb for you to defuse.
[dramatic music]
Listen, we need to evacuate the area as soon as possible.
You can't disarm it?
Maybe, maybe, maybe not.
It's gonna be close though.
Now, I have managed to freeze two of the connections,
that'll contain the blast to a point,
but if I can't stop it in time
there can still be a fallout radius of several miles.
Well, hopefully you'll disarm it by then.
Otherwise it won't much matter to any of us, will it?
Look, we need to get the bomb away from here,
we gotta get it to a more deserted area.
Listen, there's a deep ravine
about 10 miles north of here.
If we can get it there,
would that contain the blast?
If we can get it there in time, yeah.
Look, I need to stay with the bomb
and keep working on it.
I need to get some transportation
out of here though.
I'm going with you.
Okay. Okay.
Hell, we might as well give it a try.
I'll need a vehicle and an escort!
We're gonna dump this thing,
everybody else, out of here!
I want you to go with them.
Are you kidding?
If I break this story, I'll write my own ticket.
If I see it through to the finish,
I'll win a Pulitzer Prize.
Now, let's go.
Sheriff, tell me what's going on out there.
[Joe] The bomb is being transported right now
to San Clemente ravine.
We're gonna drop it in the deepest part.
[Gould] Christ, that's suicide.
[Joe] Well, Karl Wendt's on board
trying to defuse the bomb.
He shut down part of it,
but, well, just in case he can't finish the job,
this'll at least contain the explosion.
[Gould sighs]
Good luck.
[dark music]
[dramatic music]
If we can't get this thing defused,
then we have to dump it.
You realize we're gonna be at ground zero?
I know that.
All right, don't wet yourselves yet, huh?
I'm gonna get it defused, I am almost there.
Anything we can do?
Yeah, you can stop staring at me, huh?
Oh, my God, what is that?
[dramatic music]
That can't be.
[music continues]
[tires screech] [Sampson laughs]
[Sampson laughs]
[metal crunches]
- [detonator beeps] - [Karl] Six minutes left!
Jesus, this guy just won't quit!
[metal crunches] [Sampson laughs]
[tires screech]
Get this thing off the road!
[Janine yells]
[tires screech]
We gotta lose this guy, he's gonna blow everything.
Are you almost there?
Oh, just keep your fingers crossed, huh?
[dramatic music]
[gun fires]
[Karl yells]
[driver chokes]
[Sampson laughs]
Don't stop!
Hey!
This is not easy, even under the best circumstances!
This is an atomic fucking bomb, for Christ's sake!
[metal crunches] [Janine yells]
[music continues]
Everybody, look out!
- [Janine yells] - What?!
[gun fires] [Sampson laughs]
[Karl groans]
[Sampson laughs]
Oh, shit!
Now what do I do?
Get back to the bomb!
[Janine pants]
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
- [detonator beeps] - [Janine] Three minutes!
Shit, now what do I do?
Cut one of the wires!
Which one?
What color are they?
They're all black!
Okay, avoid [shouts indistinctly].
Cut one!
Well, what if it's the wrong one?
If it's the wrong one, just keep cutting until, uh...
Until what, we blow up?
Hey, you got a better idea?
[suspenseful music]
[grenade launcher blasts]
[Janine yells] [Jeffers grunts]
[Janine yells]
[detonator beeps]
[grenade launcher blasts]
[Sampson laughs]
Okay, there are five wires.
Left or right, which one should I cut?
Uh.
Number five, that's my lucky number!
Are you sure?
Uh, actually maybe you'd better decide.
No, you decide.
Uh.
Five, from the right!
[detonator beeps]
Oh, God.
[detonator clicks]
[suspenseful music]
Oh, my God.
I did it.
I did it, I disarmed the bomb.
Really?
Damn. Get up here!
Get ready to jump.
What?
[Janine screams]
Sorry!
That's gotta hurt.
[metal crunches]
[glass shatters]
[suspenseful music]
[Sampson laughs]
[explosions boom]
[soft orchestral music]
Ow.
Oh, Jesus.
Mike?
Mike?
[sweeping orchestral music]
Oh, thank God you're okay.
Looks like you saved the day.
Well, you're the one who picked the right wire.
I guess there's a first time for everything.
Maybe your luck is changing.
Yours too.
That's right.
I have an exclusive.
- Ow. - Oh.
Sorry.
- Oh, oh. - Sorry.
[sweeping orchestral music]
[tires screech]
Mike!
Man, I just wanna shake your hand, mister.
What you did took balls of steel.
I understand he couldn't have done it without you either,
little lady.
Oh, well, I...
Well, I did shoot one of the bad guys,
and I disarmed the bomb.
It was a hell of a way to spend my last day on the job.
Yeah, well, I tell you what,
I'm gonna let you off that debt you owe me,
just my way of saying thanks.
Hey, Mike, it's Mr. Gould from the Department of Defense.
He's been wanting to talk to you.
Yeah?
Mike, that was great work.
I don't know how you did it or how we can ever repay you.
Well, I'm looking for a new job.
Well, what kind of work are you looking for?
Well, something cushy.
Yeah.
I know what you mean.
Well, I'm sure we can arrange something.
- Thank you. - [phone beeps]
Get me a...
Oh, yeah.
No.
Cold turkey for me.
Get me the president.
I got some news that's gonna make his day.
Hey, Mike, I got something for you.
What's this?
300 bucks.
Some of the guys had a bet going you wouldn't make it.
Some of the guys?
Okay, all of the guys,
except for me.
Figure it's yours, you earned it.
You know, I'd tell you what to do with this,
but then I wouldn't want it back.
[chuckles]
Boy, I could use a drink.
Who's buying?
Why, you are, of course.
Why me?
Because you just won $300.
Yeah, but I'm unemployed now.
All right, I'll flip you for it.
- Nope. - Double or nothing.
No, no means no.
Double or nothing, I'll buy,
and I'll give you a full body massage.
- Let me see the coin. - [Janine laughs]
[sweeping orchestral music]
[exciting orchestral music]
[dramatic music]
[sirens wail]
[sirens continue]
We're here.
[suspenseful music]
We came as soon as we could.
What's the problem?
It must be some kind of mistake.
We have no problem.
You do now.
[gun fires] [groans]
[music continues]
Here we are.
[man groans]
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
We're complete.
Good.
Come to sector A4 now.
This way.
[sirens wail] [dramatic music]
We got what we came for.
All of it?
Enough.
Let's get out of here.
It's this way.
- Peterson. - [Peterson over radio] Sir.
Wait for my cue and then proceed as planned.
The area is completely surrounded.
I know we are.
Wait for my cue and then proceed as planned.
I'll meet you on the fourth floor in five minutes.
You come with me.
[music continues]
[man grunts]
The desk will do.
I've got it.
[glass shatters]
[officer] Look out!
[gun fires]
[car explodes]
[indistinct chattering]
[music continues]
[glass shatters]
[officer] Move, move, move!
[gun fires]
[car explodes]
[officer] Move, move, move!
[gun fires]
I'll meet you at the elevator.
[gun fires]
[car explodes]
[guns fire]
[explosion booms] [indistinct radio chatter]
[music continues]
[man groans]
Is he all right?
He's fine, he'll be here any second.
[man over radio] Peterson.
The time is now, man, get on the move.
[car starts]
Go!
Go!
[gun fires]
[man shouts]
- [officer] Look out! - [indistinct shouting]
[glass shatters] [tires squealing]
[music continues]
All right, go.
[tires screech]
[gun fires]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[timer beeps]
[bomb explodes] [glass shatters]
[timer beeps]
[bomb explodes] [glass shatters]
[timer beeps]
[bomb explodes] [glass shatters]
[music continues]
[gun fires] [horn honks]
[man on radio] This is Chopper One!
He shot out my window but I'm still on his tail.
- [gun fires] - Get down!
Go faster!
[indistinct radio chatter]
[tires screech]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[gun fires]
- Hit the brakes! - What?
Hit the brakes!
[helicopter explodes]
We're all set.
One of you can cut out early, if you'd like.
I need the overtime.
Then that would be me.
Oh, that's because I beat you last time.
Come on now, play fair.
High card.
I'm gonna take you this time.
[man chuckles]
Looks like you finally won one, Mike.
[Mike chuckles]
Not so fast.
I can see myself now, sitting by the pool,
sipping my margarita while you guys toil away here.
[laughs]
That's better than a two.
That's it.
I'm through betting.
Come on. We gotta meet the envoy.
Don't forget to fill out your report before you go.
Okay.
Hello, I'm Officer Henderson,
this is Officer Jeffers.
We're heading up the security here today.
We just thought we'd introduce ourselves
and go over the agenda.
Well, I'm pleased to meet you.
This is state Senator Cook,
and this is his press secretary, Janine Simpson.
I'm producing the campaign spot, Steve Johnson.
I want to do a quick tour of the facility,
shoot the senator's dialogue,
and we're out of here.
Less than an hour, hopefully.
Is that cool with you?
Well, Officer Jeffers and one of my other men
will be happy to answer any specific questions you have.
I have a question, Officer Jeffers.
You're one of the last of 60 people here
who were laid off since this facility was decommissioned.
How do you feel about that?
The senator is against the closing of the plant.
I'm against the loss of jobs for hardworking people
like Officer Jeffers here and...
[whispers] Officer Henderson.
Henderson, that's right.
Well, Senator, most of the people who worked here
were highly trained scientists and technicians
who won't have any trouble finding new jobs.
The rest of us had plenty of warning,
so I don't really see what the issue is.
Oh, well, Officer,
I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree.
All right.
I've got no time for that kind of silliness.
Sir, we should really get started.
The morning light makes you look 10 years younger.
You are, as always, correct.
Okay.
One of you guys has tour duty.
I want you out there in 15 minutes.
I'll do it.
Wait a minute, what are you volunteering for?
You don't want to supervise that group any more than I do.
Someone has to.
Yeah, but the least you could do is fight me for it.
He feels bad for you, Mike.
Why?
You always lose.
Every time.
No, I don't.
Okay, all right, I do,
but that's because you guys always
use those stupid games of chance to make decisions.
If you guys would use something meaningful for once,
something deep,
like trivia.
Ask me a sports trivia question, anything,
and if I don't get it right, I will do the tour.
Well, he does know a lot about sports.
He's lost money on all of 'em.
And don't give me an easy one, make it hard.
Who were the original hosts of Monday Night Football?
[Mike chuckles]
Howard Cosell,
Dandy Don Meredith,
and Frank Gifford.
Wrong.
Gifford wasn't until the second year.
Keith Jackson was the first year.
Get outta here.
He's right.
Damn.
Have fun, guys.
Shit.
[suspenseful music]
Intelligence says security is pretty much at a minimum.
We should be able to just walk in there.
Gentlemen,
prepare yourselves.
[music continues]
It won't be long now.
[static crackles]
- Henderson. - I'm here.
Monitors are on the blink again,
but I think I saw a few stragglers
out by the front gate.
I'm gonna try to get them pointed in the right direction,
but keep an eye out for 'em, all right?
Will do.
I had a feeling I'd be seeing you.
Who were the original hosts of Monday Night Football?
Howard Cosell,
Don Meredith,
and Keith Jackson.
You said Frank Gifford, right?
It's a trick question.
I thought you were gonna give up betting.
I am, starting now.
I'm glad to hear that.
Well, you're all set here.
I'll be back at the office if you need me.
Okay.
Keith Jackson.
Hey, guys!
You must be lost.
The rest of your crew's on the other side of the compound.
I'll show you, if you go right--
[gun fires] [grunts]
What the hell is this?
Hey, look, I'm sorry.
Intelligence said the place would be empty.
"Intelligence said." What if they're wrong?
Now we've got a totally different situation to handle
before we can move.
[suspenseful music]
The entrance is clear, sir,
we're all set to go.
Good.
We have to move now.
So, what do we do?
Get in the facility, you cut the telephone lines,
and we shoot them all.
[music continues]
[bell rings]
What is that thing?
[man] I'm not sure.
It must be some kind of nuclear transport truck.
Let's go.
[music continues]
[crane whirring]
[inaudible]
Now, Senator, when you're done powdering your nose,
your crew is ready.
I'm ready now.
Tell me, Officer Jeffers,
does one need a high school diploma
to become a security guard?
I don't know.
But I did eight years in the Air Force
and got myself a master's degree, just to be safe.
Hmm.
Hey, there.
Don't do anything.
Are you two looking for the senator?
Yes, but I'm afraid we got lost.
The gentleman back at the gate
must have given us the wrong direction.
Well, I don't have either one of you on the list,
so it's already gotten started.
Do you mind fitting me in?
It's nothing special,
just some politician making a TV commercial for himself.
Bunch of hooey, if you ask me.
How big is the crew?
Just a handful.
Well, that's no problem at all.
Where are they?
They're up on the roof.
Gotta go.
Thanks.
Take care of him.
What about the criticism that closing this plant
will eliminate 60 jobs?
That's an excellent question.
First of all, I'd like to remind you
that I opposed the closing of this facility.
Now, I served in Vietnam
and I know firsthand the importance
of continuing programs
that promote national security.
However, in this case,
most of the employees are highly skilled
scientists and technicians who are very much in demand.
So the threat to jobs is not really that much of concern.
Any other questions?
Well, I guess we can begin a tour of the facility.
Officer Jeffers will lead us.
Hmm?
This way, folks.
[suspenseful music]
- [gun cocks] - Hey.
What are you doing?
Easy.
[gun fires] [man grunts]
[gun fires] [Officer Henderson grunts]
[suspenseful music]
Sorry.
They look bored.
Maybe you could expand your tour,
do a little juggling act,
something like that.
Well, I'm not a tour guide, Senator,
I'm just here for your safety.
I'd expect more than that
from a man with a master's degree.
What were your fields of study?
Basket weaving, physical education?
Well, in the Air Force,
I got real good at peeling potatoes for eight years,
but my degree is in political science.
Speaking of which,
what prompted you to want to become a state senator?
Couldn't hack it on the federal level?
I can hack it on any level, mister.
I served in Vietnam.
Yeah, I think you mentioned that about six times in your speech.
Well, come on, people, let's go.
Well, with all the workers gone,
the jobs gone, place looks like a ghost town.
As you can see, it looks like they made good on their word
and decommissioned this place.
Used to be a thriving community.
[suspenseful music]
Well, folks, I think that's all there is to see.
Why don't we start heading back?
I think that's an excellent idea.
I think we've got enough footage.
Senator, we could still use a few closeups.
I think the people have seen quite enough.
Besides, my best light's already gone by.
Get back to the plant as quickly as you can,
move, now, go.
[guns fire] [woman screams]
[cameraman groans]
Go, go!
[guns fire]
[Jeffers] Go!
[dark music]
[alarm blaring]
[Cook] What's going on?!
[Jeffers] I tripped the alarm.
This whole section's gonna seal off!
Come on, let's go!
[alarm blares]
[Janine screams]
[dramatic music]
Come on.
Breem!
Did we get everybody?
Oh, shit.
Where's Breem?
- Breem. - [Breem] Yeah?
Did we get everybody?
Looks like we got everyone, yeah.
Good, so let's get down to business.
Wait.
There's someone missing.
Where's the security guard?
Where is he?
I don't know!
Breem, there is no time for this.
The whole mission is in jeopardy.
Which way did they move?
That way.
Good.
You go back to the van and work on the device with Peterson.
We have a job to finish.
[dramatic music]
This way, come on.
Come on, go, this way.
They'll be coming right behind us.
Calm down.
There's over a couple hundred rooms in this place.
They won't know where to find us.
[Jeffers pants]
And I'm gonna make it even harder.
Come on.
[music continues]
Phone's dead, they must have cut the lines.
What are we gonna do?
Keep your voice down.
You got a cell phone?
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Borden here.
Joe, it's Mike Jeffers out at San Miguel.
Hey, Mike Jeffers.
I hope you're calling to tell me you got my money.
I'm calling you from a cell phone.
Listen, we got an emergency out here,
we're under attack by I don't know who.
Attack?
Let me guess, and you're the only survivor, right?
Shut up and listen to me.
I don't have much time here.
I'm hiding out in the plant,
I need you to send help down here ASAP.
Look, if this is some kind of joke, I don't--
It's no joke, people are dead, Joe.
All right, all right,
I'll get a car over there.
Oh, hey, what's your number so I can call you back?
What's the number on this phone?
Um, it's 555-0235.
555-0235.
And be careful, I don't know how many of them are out there.
All right.
Pete, call the power plant
and see if the phones are working!
- [Pete] You got it. - Hey, Bear,
see if we got a patrol car in that area.
[Bear] Right.
[suspenseful music]
I have no time for this.
I have to go back.
Find any survivor and kill them.
Then report back to me.
[officer] We're here on site.
I don't see anybody.
Gate's open.
We're proceeding into the facility.
[gate beeps]
Oh, my God.
[dramatic music]
Dispatch, we've got a massacre at San Miguel.
Get some backup down here as soon as possible.
[gun fires] [officer groans]
[guns fire]
Under fire!
Get back to the car!
[guns fire]
Pull back to the car and report!
Take cover!
Get back to the car! Do you read?
[guns fire]
[guns firing over radio]
[guns fire]
[officer screams]
[explosion rumbles]
I gotta go back up there.
What do you mean?
Why don't we just wait here till everything calms down?
I don't think so.
Call me crazy,
but I'd kind of like to know what just happened up there.
Maybe I'll come back with some good news.
I'm going with you.
That's not a good idea.
No, you have a gun and I have a rule,
stay close to the guy with the gun.
You can't leave me here.
Then come with us.
I'm not going back out there.
Look, I'm just going to do a quick recon,
I'll be back in less than 15 minutes.
How are we doing?
Right on schedule.
How long until it's up?
A couple of hours, at most.
Good, very good.
There has been a slight change.
Have you placed the charges yet?
That was Steele's job.
Steele is dead.
Now it's your job.
Go.
[dark music]
Place a charge at every exit and entrance.
No one can get out or in until I say so.
One other thing.
You better obey and follow my orders
or I put a bullet in your head.
I don't care how smart you are.
Is this clear?
Yes, sir.
[sirens wail] [dramatic music]
[tires screech]
All right!
Set up a perimeter,
and nobody do anything until I give you the high sign!
My partner with the Feds is being contacted,
Sheriff, do you want us to check out inside?
No, we'll just sit tight for the time being.
See what Mike has to say.
[suspenseful music]
[Janine] So, uh, what are you, green beret or a Navy Seal?
What?
Well, you said you were in the army, didn't you?
Uh-uh, Air Force.
I was head of security at the base, nothing fancy.
Oh, great.
A lifetime security guard.
Hey, from what I can see,
my job's a hell of a lot better than yours.
Don't rub it in.
I always wanted to be a news reporter.
You know, grab the big headline.
Seemed like every major story
slipped right through my fingers.
Hell, I'm lucky I have this crappy job.
Join the club.
[suspenseful music]
[music continues]
[phone buzzing] [Mike grunts]
Vibrate?
Sorry.
- [phone beeps] - Yeah?
Mike, it's Joe.
We got a blockade set up out here.
What the holy hell is going on in that plant?
It's bad, Joe, Charlie and Rick are dead.
Oh, Christ.
Who else besides you and those sons of bitches
are in that plant?
State Senator Cook and his press secretary.
I think everybody else is dead.
I'm still trying to figure out what's going on in here.
Looks like they're working on some kind of bomb.
All right, look, Mike,
find a safe place and wait this thing out.
Yeah.
[phone beeps]
How long ago did this call come in?
About 10 minutes ago.
Any word yet on who these people are?
Jack should give us all the details.
[man] Let's just hope it's nothing.
Thank God you're here.
Bring us up to date.
I got a call from the San Miguel police department.
They're reporting that a nuclear plant
has been assaulted by a possible terrorist group.
Jesus.
There's a possibility that this is related
to the incident last night at Cyberdyne Systems.
I got Sheriff Borden on line two.
All right, put him through.
Sheriff, it's Alan Gould.
Two of my best men are dead.
Who knows how many more inside.
Look, we're just a small town department,
so unless you want a lot more people dying,
I suggest you get some of your
expert government guys down here pronto.
Yeah, we're working on it.
Do you have any idea who these people are?
Nope.
There's a security guard on the inside
who's in communication with me by cell phone.
He says he thinks they're building some kind of bomb.
So I guess we'll be hearing something pretty soon.
But listen.
They're serious about killing.
The next guy they kill just might be your boy, Senator Cook.
[dark music]
Shit. That's just what we need, a dead senator.
The live ones are bad enough.
All right, keep us up to date
on everything that comes through, Sheriff.
We've got government intelligence working on this
as we speak.
[Joe scoffs]
Government intelligence.
Okay, guys, looks like it's up to us!
And Mike.
Man, I hope you're on your first lucky streak.
How do we spin this?
We don't. Press is blacked out.
Get me Washington on the line now.
Jack, I'm gonna need you to set up communications.
[suspenseful music]
I'm gonna go check out down there.
See what's going on around the corner.
To think I almost voted for you.
Wait, wait.
I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement on this.
Nah.
How about I just kill you
and save the taxpayers all that retirement loot
you're gonna collect?
But...
I'm a senator!
[men grunt] [dramatic music]
- Oh my God. - Wait, wait.
[music continues] [men grunting]
[Janine grunts]
[Janine yells]
[man groans]
[Janine groans]
You all right?
Yeah.
[gun cocks]
Shoot him.
Shoot him, he was gonna kill me!
What's going on out there?
Sorry, can't help you.
I will shoot you.
Talk.
You know, Sheriff,
I know you and Mike are friends and all, but...
I gotta tell you,
this whole setup's just way too familiar for my liking.
What are you driving at, Reed?
Well, nobody ever wants to mention it,
but a lot of guys are starting to talk--
About the Parsons thing?
Well, yeah.
I mean, Jeffers is in there alive,
everybody else is dead,
including Charlie and Rick.
Hey, don't push me, Reed.
[Joe sighs]
Okay, you may have heard the stories,
but do you know the real facts?
Do you?
No, but I'm listening.
Well, everybody knows Mike Jeffers
was the sheriff down in Parsons County.
He got involved in some kind of
alcohol, tobacco, and firearms deal
that he came in to bust a bunch of gun runners.
Mike took four of his best men and five ATF agents and,
well, something went wrong and
they were all killed.
Everybody except Mike Jeffers.
A few thought he was a real hero.
Most people thought he was a coward
and he ran and hid at the first sign of trouble.
Either way, he was the sole survivor.
Bad publicity came down like flies on a cow patty
and the only job he could get was as a security guard,
and only that because of his military record.
Where do you stand on all that?
Well,
I give him a lot of grief about it.
The fact of the matter is
if I thought he was a gutless coward,
I wouldn't be sitting out here in the sun
with your thumb up my butt, would I?
No, sir, you wouldn't.
[suspenseful music]
[charge beeps]
Give me your tie.
What?
[Jeffers] Your tie.
Oh, for God's sake, give me this tie.
All right, all right, all right, all right!
Here!
Thank you.
[Janine sighs]
Okay, come on.
[man groans]
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Mike?
You got those bad guys yet so we can head on home?
Got one.
Got confirmation they're building some kind of bomb.
I'm working on the others.
All right, good work, keep your head down.
[phone beeps]
[soft orchestral music]
Yes, sir, I'll apprise the secretary of defense right away.
Garfield!
Give this to Secretary of Defense Ames.
Okay.
Now the big guns are coming out to play.
Get me Borden on the line.
We gotta move.
I said I'm not going out there.
Well, you can stay here, if you want.
But pretty soon somebody's gonna notice
this guy is missing and they're gonna come looking for him.
So you can go with us
or you can stay here and wait for them.
He's right.
I don't think I can do it.
Now, you listen to me.
If you wanna get yourself killed, you go right ahead,
but you are not gonna put us in danger, you got that?
Now, move!
Feisty, very feisty.
Well, you, you shut up and move too.
Yes, ma'am.
Hey, my guy inside says
they're definitely building a bomb of some kind.
How did he confirm that?
[Joe] Well, he didn't say and I didn't ask,
but he's not stupid.
Speaking of which,
how's the intelligence coming?
Well, we've notified the secretary of defense,
we're waiting on further instructions.
In the meantime,
I'm gonna find someone to send out there
who's familiar with nuclear technology,
maybe they can help you guys out.
Get on that.
[Joe] You better make it quick.
[man] You just sit tight.
We've got somebody on it.
- Yeah. - [phone beeps]
What are you thinking?
They'll have demands.
Do you want me to call Washington?
Not yet.
This was supposed to be an administrative job.
My ulcer can't take this.
[suspenseful music] [device beeps]
Oh, geez.
We're all set.
Good.
We're very close.
We are right on time.
Which way?
Let's go, we're sitting ducks here.
That way.
[dramatic music]
[guns fire] [Janine yells]
[Cook] Jesus.
Go, go, move!
[Janine yells]
[guns fire]
Uh--
[men grunt]
[gun fires]
[electricity crackles] [man screams]
[dark music]
Let's go.
Come on.
[gun clicks]
[phone rings]
Whoever you are,
I hope you got some answers.
Yeah, it's Gould.
I've had Cyberdyne send a man out to help you,
he should be there any time now.
Yeah, I think I see him coming.
Okay, his name is Karl Wendt.
He's a nuclear technician,
he should be able to figure out what to do.
Call us as soon as you know anything.
All right.
Hello.
I'm Karl Wendt, you must be Sheriff Borden.
Yes, I am.
I, uh, I don't know a lot,
but I'll fill you in on what I do know.
No, that's all right, I've already been briefed.
So, why are they here?
Well, the hypothesis is that this siege
is related to the Cyberdyne incident last night.
If that's true,
it could be a very big problem.
Well, I gathered that much.
A small amount of fissionable material
was taken from our lab.
Enough to make a small bomb.
Now, if that bomb were detonated here,
there's enough crude atomic material already in this plant
to produce another Chernobyl.
[dark music]
Let's hope I'm wrong about that though, huh?
Yeah.
[Cook groans]
[Jeffers] It's just a flesh wound, you'll be fine.
I told you, we never should have left and gone out there.
You almost got us killed.
Listen, I don't mind you pissing me off,
but now you're starting to bore me,
so shut up.
Gentlemen, please.
Now what are we gonna do?
I'm thinking.
Sampson, I'm only 10 minutes away.
All I have to do now is blacken the wires with this,
you won't be able to tell a colored wire from a black one.
Excellent.
Rand and Tannen haven't come back yet.
Go and find them.
I'm going to make that phone call.
Are you sure you're 10 minutes away?
I'm positive.
It's gonna look bad if a nuclear disaster erupts
with only the local police out there.
After the Waco incident,
we cannot afford another bad judgment call.
I know.
But we're on hold until the attorney general
gives the secretary of defense the go ahead.
[phone rings]
Guys.
There's a call.
I think this is it.
This is Alan Gould here.
Who am I speaking with?
Sampson here.
I'm going to get to the point.
I have control of the San Miguel nuclear facility.
I have a list of demands.
The United States does not negotiate with terrorists,
Mr. Sampson.
These are demands, not requests.
We have constructed a bomb.
It's not a very large one,
but it's very effective.
And believe me,
it's very well-positioned.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
This bomb has been constructed
by my associate, Arthur Breem.
I'm sure you have a file on him.
I'm going to fax you a list of prisoners
in federal custody throughout the nation.
You have five hours to arrange
their unconditional release.
In addition, we need a Learjet,
fully fueled with $50 million cash on board,
and a helicopter transportation from here.
I think we both know that those demands
will never be met, sir.
I think they will.
We are men with a purpose, Mr. Gould.
All of us will happily die for this cause.
And if anyone tries to disturb my mission,
I will detonate this bomb early.
You now have four hours left.
Goodbye, Mr. Gould.
[phone beeps]
Okay, Jack.
Get me Washington on the line.
[phone dials]
[Breem] Sampson, you never said anything to me
about $50 million.
Money makes the world go round.
This is a political cause,
it's not a financial one.
Political causes need money.
Everybody knows that.
It will work,
because what we are doing is right.
Trust me.
Rand!
Tannen!
Where the hell are you guys?
Rand!
Tannen!
Son of a bitch!
Call it.
Heads.
Wow, you weren't kidding.
So far, you've gotten every one wrong.
I told you.
When it comes to making any kind of decision,
like earlier, left or right, I'm always wrong.
Even when I try to outsmart myself
by picking left because I'm thinking right,
that doesn't work either.
That's comforting.
What can I say? I'm a lousy gambler.
[Janine] Okay so, now what?
I'm gonna look for a way out.
Maybe the answer is to establish a dialogue.
If I could just talk to whoever's leading them,
I'm sure I could negotiate our release.
Or get yourself killed.
Yeah, they really didn't seem like the talkative type.
No, no, no,
you have to know how to speak to them diplomatically.
That's a good idea.
You go ahead, go establish a dialogue.
We'll be waiting when you get back.
I thought so.
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
[grunts]
What the hell happened to you?
I don't know who it was.
One of them was a security guard.
A security guard?
Shut up, just untie me.
[music continues]
[device beeps]
The clock is running out.
If we're gonna go, we might as well do it now.
Come on.
[elevator dings] [suspenseful music]
What are we doing?
This looks dangerous.
You wanna get out of here?
[Cook] Of course.
There's one exit they may not know about.
This leads to it.
Hey!
[dramatic music] [guns fire]
[Janine yells]
I'm going for help, cover me!
Go!
[guns fire]
I can't get a good angle on him.
Stay put.
[guns fire]
[man groans]
Wait here.
[dramatic music]
What happened? Did you get him?
I lost him.
But he'll be back with help.
We've gotta move.
Here's the files you requested, Secretary.
Thank you. Sir.
Yeah.
What do you have?
I've got reports on all the prisoners
asked to be released,
as well as a profile on Arthur Breem and Sampson himself.
Take a look.
Sampson is a code name for a man named Rudolph Fassbender.
He's a European arms dealer
whose base is unknown at this time.
He's been supplying arms to the militia movement
in this country for quite some time, we believe.
Subversive file.
It looks like our man Sampson
has some very strong views on personal freedom.
He's hardcore.
I believe he quotes the Book of Revelations.
His group has promising to pull off something big
for quite some time.
We believe this may be it.
What about Breem?
Breem, he's an egghead inventor,
nuclear engineer,
an authority on nuclear science.
He did extensive work for us
until he dropped out of circulation
about three years ago.
What the hell is he doing with these guys?
A radical gone off the deep end.
Christ, this is absurd.
This looks like a who's-who list
of every American terrorist hack for the last 15 years.
I just wanna know one thing.
Is Arthur Breem capable of...
of arming a nuclear weapon?
Based on what intelligence has gathered,
it appears so.
Thank you.
Yes.
Yes, sir.
The secretary of defense has been apprised of the situation,
he's conferring with the attorney general
and the president.
Are they gonna release any prisoners?
No.
They're not gonna meet any demands.
They're just gonna wait 'em out.
My God, this is crazy.
The US government is calling their bluff.
I'm gonna check in.
Go over to the corner and keep a lookout.
Go over to the corner and keep a lookout.
What's the matter with you? I thought you served in Vietnam.
I did!
I was in supply.
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Borden.
Yeah, Joe, hey, it's Mike.
What's going on out there?
[Joe] Well, the government sent in a bomb expert
and apparently some demands have been made.
We're just out here hanging on to our peckers.
Are they gonna send anybody in?
[Joe] That's Washington's call,
but I wouldn't count on it.
If I was you, I'd get my butt out of there ASAP.
Well, I'd love to, but you need somebody inside.
Besides, I think my luck is changing.
[Joe] How's that?
I'm still alive.
Yeah.
Well, stay that way.
Don't press your bet.
Thanks.
[phone beeps]
[suspenseful music]
Listen. There's a way out of here.
Down there is a gate, okay?
Get through it, you turn right,
you're gonna be running right into the sheriff.
Wait a minute, aren't you coming?
I can't. Not till this is over.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Well, you can't stay here, they'll kill you.
[Jeffers] No, they won't.
If things get rough, I'll be right behind you.
Come on, Janine, let's go!
Go, go on.
Listen, um,
this is the biggest news story in the world right now
and I am smack dab in the middle of it,
so when this is over,
I would really like an exclusive interview with you.
Are you changing careers?
Yeah, you got it. [chuckles]
Suit yourself.
[bomb explodes] [Janine gasps]
[Joe shouts]
[dramatic music] [Cook screams]
[explosion rumbles]
Sounds like our problem is solved.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- Come on, come on. - Oh! But-- [grunts]
Come on, stop it, he's dead.
They had it hidden. Come on, let's go, let's go.
[dramatic music]
Well, you got bombs going off over here--
That's a little one, that's a small one,
that's not the big one.
Your guy says it's just a small one, it's a small one,
it's not the big one,
but it's blowing up here!
I mean, when are you gonna get
these government experts up here?
How many more people gotta die
before you act like you care about what's happening
to these people here?
You're all we have out there for the time being, so,
you just hang in there and wait for further instructions.
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Hello?
It's him.
Sampson.
It's Alan Gould.
Good afternoon.
We just killed your senator.
Any word yet on our demands
before we blow this place
and the surrounding area sky high?
Well, as you could probably guess,
Washington had some difficulty with your demands.
Now, if you're willing to negotiate, perhaps--
Let me make this clear to you.
I will happily die today.
I'm prepared for that.
So are my men.
Washington is aware of that fact.
I want to alert you,
I am setting the detonator right now.
[dark music]
- [detonator beeps] - You now have 90 minutes.
I'll expect confirmation
that our demands have been met within that time.
Or I will allow the bomb to detonate
and the results will be devastating.
Do you hear me?
Devastating.
Goodbye.
[Sampson sighs]
[detonator beeps]
Guess I better update Washington.
[suspenseful music]
Do you know where you're going?
No.
Oh, I feel much better now.
- We aim to please. - Thanks.
You're welcome.
[music continues]
If I can take him out, this whole thing would be over.
Don't let me stop you.
The bomb's right behind him.
With my luck, I'd hit that first.
Okay, give him a minute, he's bound to move.
Let's find a better angle.
[music continues]
Rand and Peterson are dead.
It's one of those people that got away
when we took out the camera crew.
You're telling me a cameraman took out
two of our best men?
It's not one of them, it's that security guard.
Security guard?
This is your mess, Breem.
You didn't follow your order.
That's the result.
Go with him.
[gun cocks]
Go with him.
Your job is done.
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
I think I can take him from here.
Think?
Well, he keeps moving around a lot.
We wanna make sure all these numbers
are checked and secured before anyone uses them.
Put me through to Sampson.
I'd like to see if I can talk to him one last time.
[phone rings]
[phone beeps]
Mr. Gould, I presume.
Yes, that's right.
[Sampson] I hope you're calling with good news.
No, I'm afraid not.
Listen, I'm sure that you believe very strongly
in this mission, but...
I've gotta be honest with you,
the US government is not going to meet your demands ever.
That's fine.
As I told you,
we're here to make a statement,
and apparently it will be a big one.
What is that going to prove?
How is that going to help your cause?
If you want a soapbox to stand on,
I'll get you one,
I'll put you on national television.
People do not have to die.
When thousands, maybe millions, of people die,
the world will wake up.
That's what it takes.
We both know that.
This government no longer exists to represent the people.
That's why it has to be dismantled.
Sampson, they are gonna think of you as a nut,
a lunatic that engineered a disaster.
Every great prophet was thought insane in his time.
By the way,
any wrong move by your sheriff out here,
I will detonate the bomb even earlier.
Take my word.
All right.
I'll call Washington again.
But I don't think it's gonna do any good.
[phone beeps]
[detonator beeps]
Nope.
We're doing all we can.
If this guy is telling the truth,
we're looking at the worst disaster ever
on United States soil.
Do you think he's for real?
Oh, yes, I do.
And for all of our sakes,
let's just hope Washington does too.
[suspenseful music]
Get him now, you have the shot.
Do you wanna do it?
Not really.
Thank you.
- [gun cocks] - [Tannen] Freeze!
Drop the gun.
- [gun clatters] - Turn around.
Finally.
You probably have no idea how much trouble you've caused.
What, I guess you're his faithful little sidekick?
I could have killed you earlier, but I didn't.
Yeah, well, big mistake.
Unfinished business always has a way of coming back
and biting you in the ass.
[Breem sighs]
Tannen, come on.
Why can't we just tie 'em up?
I mean, they'll be out of the way.
There's no reason for unnecessary bloodshed here.
- Just shut up and stand back. - No, just hold on.
[Tannen] No! [grunts]
[men grunt] [dramatic music]
No.
No!
[Tannen screams]
[body thuds]
[Breem gasps] [gun cocks]
Put the gun down.
Don't move!
I swear, I'll shoot.
No, you won't.
You don't want to kill us and we don't want to kill you.
So let's just work this out calmly
and we can all stay alive.
Not another step.
Give me the gun.
Come on.
[Breem grunts] [body thuds]
That was pretty good.
Thank you.
[Jeffers] Why don't I hold that?
Yeah.
Yes.
Yes, sir, yes, Mr. President.
We'll take care of it right away.
The evacuation proceedings will begin immediately.
Yes, sir, we cannot let these terrorist bastards take over.
Yes, sir.
Don't worry, we've got it under control.
Yes, we'll call you as soon as we have an update.
[man] Take care of this right away.
[woman] What's the decision?
They've spoken to their experts,
they've even conferred with Karl Wendt from the site.
They don't believe there's imminent danger
of a serious blast.
They want to evacuate the area and wait them out.
[phone rings]
- [phone beeps] - Yeah.
Sheriff, I just got the final word from Washington.
You're to pull everybody out of there immediately.
They're already evacuating the local perimeter
within the bomb's radius.
You just get your people out of there.
Well, yes, sir, but what about Mike?
He's still inside.
Well, let's just hope he's taking good care of himself.
You have your orders.
[phone beeps] [dramatic music]
All right, Washington says we gotta move out,
so get ready!
But nobody go anywhere until I say so!
I'm still in charge here.
This is insane!
It's suicide.
He'll detonate the bomb, he's that crazy.
Take it up with the president.
Look, the demands are ludicrous.
He won't negotiate.
I think he wants to blow this bomb.
Let's just pray they get everybody out of there in time.
Oh, damn.
[suspenseful music]
Hold it!
I guess you are the man we've all been hearing about.
Drop the gun or he's dead.
You really are a security guard.
I must say, I'm impressed.
And you, you are a real big disappointment.
Drop it.
Breem, you're fired.
[gun fires] [Breem groans]
[guns fire]
[Mike pants]
- I'm out. - [gun clatters]
Oh, God.
I don't know who you are,
but unless you want to explode a nuclear bomb,
I wouldn't shoot in this direction!
Tell me what you want!
I may be able to help you get it!
I made my demands,
the clock is ticking!
And if your demands aren't met,
you're gonna what?
Blow up the whole world?
No!
Just this little part of it!
[Sampson laughs]
Wait here.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, where are you going?
[dramatic music]
[men grunting]
[gun clatters]
[Mike grunts]
[lift whirs]
[music continues]
[Mike yells]
[Mike yells]
[gun fires]
Hey, watch it, will ya?!
[gun fires]
[music continues]
[gun fires]
[Sampson chokes]
[music continues]
[Sampson yells]
[barrels clatter]
[grand music]
[lift whirs]
Wow.
Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Well, no, that was my first time!
Pretty good, huh?
Not bad.
Yeah, Joe, it's Mike.
It's clear, you can come on in now.
Mike, are you sure?
Hell yes.
The bad guys are dead.
But we're gonna need somebody in here
who can disarm the device.
Okay, okay, we're on our way in.
All right, we're going in!
But listen, I want everybody to be mindful
of every exit and entry!
This whole place is liable to be booby trapped!
Karl!
Get your ass up here ASAP!
Come on, man, time for you to shine.
We got a bomb for you to defuse.
[dramatic music]
Listen, we need to evacuate the area as soon as possible.
You can't disarm it?
Maybe, maybe, maybe not.
It's gonna be close though.
Now, I have managed to freeze two of the connections,
that'll contain the blast to a point,
but if I can't stop it in time
there can still be a fallout radius of several miles.
Well, hopefully you'll disarm it by then.
Otherwise it won't much matter to any of us, will it?
Look, we need to get the bomb away from here,
we gotta get it to a more deserted area.
Listen, there's a deep ravine
about 10 miles north of here.
If we can get it there,
would that contain the blast?
If we can get it there in time, yeah.
Look, I need to stay with the bomb
and keep working on it.
I need to get some transportation
out of here though.
I'm going with you.
Okay. Okay.
Hell, we might as well give it a try.
I'll need a vehicle and an escort!
We're gonna dump this thing,
everybody else, out of here!
I want you to go with them.
Are you kidding?
If I break this story, I'll write my own ticket.
If I see it through to the finish,
I'll win a Pulitzer Prize.
Now, let's go.
Sheriff, tell me what's going on out there.
[Joe] The bomb is being transported right now
to San Clemente ravine.
We're gonna drop it in the deepest part.
[Gould] Christ, that's suicide.
[Joe] Well, Karl Wendt's on board
trying to defuse the bomb.
He shut down part of it,
but, well, just in case he can't finish the job,
this'll at least contain the explosion.
[Gould sighs]
Good luck.
[dark music]
[dramatic music]
If we can't get this thing defused,
then we have to dump it.
You realize we're gonna be at ground zero?
I know that.
All right, don't wet yourselves yet, huh?
I'm gonna get it defused, I am almost there.
Anything we can do?
Yeah, you can stop staring at me, huh?
Oh, my God, what is that?
[dramatic music]
That can't be.
[music continues]
[tires screech] [Sampson laughs]
[Sampson laughs]
[metal crunches]
- [detonator beeps] - [Karl] Six minutes left!
Jesus, this guy just won't quit!
[metal crunches] [Sampson laughs]
[tires screech]
Get this thing off the road!
[Janine yells]
[tires screech]
We gotta lose this guy, he's gonna blow everything.
Are you almost there?
Oh, just keep your fingers crossed, huh?
[dramatic music]
[gun fires]
[Karl yells]
[driver chokes]
[Sampson laughs]
Don't stop!
Hey!
This is not easy, even under the best circumstances!
This is an atomic fucking bomb, for Christ's sake!
[metal crunches] [Janine yells]
[music continues]
Everybody, look out!
- [Janine yells] - What?!
[gun fires] [Sampson laughs]
[Karl groans]
[Sampson laughs]
Oh, shit!
Now what do I do?
Get back to the bomb!
[Janine pants]
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
- [detonator beeps] - [Janine] Three minutes!
Shit, now what do I do?
Cut one of the wires!
Which one?
What color are they?
They're all black!
Okay, avoid [shouts indistinctly].
Cut one!
Well, what if it's the wrong one?
If it's the wrong one, just keep cutting until, uh...
Until what, we blow up?
Hey, you got a better idea?
[suspenseful music]
[grenade launcher blasts]
[Janine yells] [Jeffers grunts]
[Janine yells]
[detonator beeps]
[grenade launcher blasts]
[Sampson laughs]
Okay, there are five wires.
Left or right, which one should I cut?
Uh.
Number five, that's my lucky number!
Are you sure?
Uh, actually maybe you'd better decide.
No, you decide.
Uh.
Five, from the right!
[detonator beeps]
Oh, God.
[detonator clicks]
[suspenseful music]
Oh, my God.
I did it.
I did it, I disarmed the bomb.
Really?
Damn. Get up here!
Get ready to jump.
What?
[Janine screams]
Sorry!
That's gotta hurt.
[metal crunches]
[glass shatters]
[suspenseful music]
[Sampson laughs]
[explosions boom]
[soft orchestral music]
Ow.
Oh, Jesus.
Mike?
Mike?
[sweeping orchestral music]
Oh, thank God you're okay.
Looks like you saved the day.
Well, you're the one who picked the right wire.
I guess there's a first time for everything.
Maybe your luck is changing.
Yours too.
That's right.
I have an exclusive.
- Ow. - Oh.
Sorry.
- Oh, oh. - Sorry.
[sweeping orchestral music]
[tires screech]
Mike!
Man, I just wanna shake your hand, mister.
What you did took balls of steel.
I understand he couldn't have done it without you either,
little lady.
Oh, well, I...
Well, I did shoot one of the bad guys,
and I disarmed the bomb.
It was a hell of a way to spend my last day on the job.
Yeah, well, I tell you what,
I'm gonna let you off that debt you owe me,
just my way of saying thanks.
Hey, Mike, it's Mr. Gould from the Department of Defense.
He's been wanting to talk to you.
Yeah?
Mike, that was great work.
I don't know how you did it or how we can ever repay you.
Well, I'm looking for a new job.
Well, what kind of work are you looking for?
Well, something cushy.
Yeah.
I know what you mean.
Well, I'm sure we can arrange something.
- Thank you. - [phone beeps]
Get me a...
Oh, yeah.
No.
Cold turkey for me.
Get me the president.
I got some news that's gonna make his day.
Hey, Mike, I got something for you.
What's this?
300 bucks.
Some of the guys had a bet going you wouldn't make it.
Some of the guys?
Okay, all of the guys,
except for me.
Figure it's yours, you earned it.
You know, I'd tell you what to do with this,
but then I wouldn't want it back.
[chuckles]
Boy, I could use a drink.
Who's buying?
Why, you are, of course.
Why me?
Because you just won $300.
Yeah, but I'm unemployed now.
All right, I'll flip you for it.
- Nope. - Double or nothing.
No, no means no.
Double or nothing, I'll buy,
and I'll give you a full body massage.
- Let me see the coin. - [Janine laughs]
[sweeping orchestral music]
[exciting orchestral music]